My wife’s friend has been staying with us since separating with her husband and there is WAY too much sexual tension between us

So, she’s been with us for about a week. I’ve always liked her, I thought she was funny, and smart. And maybe on a subconscious level I’m attracted to her. But never really allowed myself to see her that way. That has changed.

There’s just something about a woman being in your space early in the morning and late at night that makes me look at them differently. Those are the times of day in which I’m still kind of an animal. That’s when I’m hungry and that’s what I’m thirsty. For everything. You get me?

So it only took one night of seeing her in the kitchen in her pajamas for me to start fantasizing about her.

Let’s call her Vanessa.

One night I’m in the kitchen, eating some cookies and a glass of soy milk. Which is not as good as regular milk. I agree. And she comes in and says “Yum, that looks good.”

And with my back turned towards her, I automatically say “yeah. You want some?”And I turn around with a couple of cookies in my hand and see her in very short baby blue shorts and a black tank top. Her hair is in a ponytail. She’s washed off her make up. And I feel a jolt in my cock.

She says yes, and grabs both cookies out of my hand. I feel her skin against my palm and there’s another jolt to the slightly beginning to swell cock in my pajama pants. But you wouldn’t know it by looking at my face. I’m pretty cool. says the guy wearing a muppet show T-shirt.

I turned away from her and walked to the fridge to pour her a cup of soy milk. And we just sat and nibbled and chatted. We laughed a couple of times. She smiled a few times, and that was that.

I put away the cookies though I wanted more. I rinse the glass and put it in the dishwasher. And then went upstairs and fucked my wife so hard she came three times.

I really was feeling it when I turned her around, put some pillows under her waist and really pulled that fat ass back onto my cock. My wife has a great ass. And I may or may not have been trying to be as loud as I could when I slapped that ass. And to my wife’s credit, she didn’t bother to muffle her voice. She was loud and proud. Which made my dick feel 10 feet long. She’s told me stories about how her and her friend were pretty wild in college. She told me this one story in which they met some guys at another college and they all got a hotel room together and my wife and her friend were in separate beds getting fucked by these two dudes. And they never saw them again. So I’ve always known that My wife and her friend for that matter are pretty kinky.

I hoped Vanessa could hear us. Because I was imagining it was her pussy contracting all over my cock.

But I still wasn’t sure. They really are very close friends. And as far as I know, they’ve never made out or anything like that. And the fact that they could have several times over maybe tells me they’re not into it. And though my wife is kinky, I’m not sure she wants an open marriage. We’ve never talked about it. I take what I want from her body and it’s more than enough. That is until now.

I imagine Vanessa in our guest room down the hall laying in her bed. Scrolling on her phone through Instagram, mouth open, while she lazily fingers herself.

I came so hard. I knew I shot at least three ropes of cum inside her and still had enough to pull my wet penis outside of her, slap it on her ass cheeks and cum two more ropes onto her back.

We had a good week. We all watched movies together and laughed and ate together. It’s like having a roommate again.

Then my wife had to go out of town. Of course. And that beautiful balance was broken. To give myself some credit, I knew the sexual desire in me was gonna be a little too strong so I did my best to stay in my room. She knocked on my door at one point asking if I wanted some pizza and I said sure But maybe later.

Just hanging in my room, reading playing video games, fucking around on my phone. Reading all your stories on Reddit. 😈

And then it was time for bed. So I needed to go downstairs to let the dog out. So I took my nighttime gummy. Went downstairs let him out. The air is starting to get cool and crisp. So I just stood out on the back porch as my dog ran into the trees like he always does. I looked up at the moon, crossed my arms and kind of shivered delightfully in the cold. In my T-shirt and green sleep pants. I love this time of year.

My dog comes back and we go inside and there she is. She’s eating cookies and milk and she smiles. “Don’t you just love fall?” She asks. And the gummy is starting to kick in and my nerves are gone and I smile and say hell, yeah.

I give my dog a treat. And then we’re standing and eating cookies and drinking soy milk again. We’re laughing. I’m showing her some music that I’ve been into. We’re there for like 30 minutes. And then it happened. She dropped a cookie on the floor, a couple feet in front of me And she laughed and said “shit” and bent over to pick it up and when she did, she accidentally crushed the cookie into a bunch of little pieces. And I instinctively put my glass down to help her and she said no no I’ve got it. I’ve got it. So I stayed standing up. And she was laughing because she kept smashing the cookie into smaller pieces and then she laughed more and said “this is so embarrassing.”

No, no I say. There’s no shame in trying to save a cookie. She laughed and looked up at me. Her eyes were playful at first, and then a split second later they looked a little more serious. I knew at this moment that on a biological level her eyes and her mouth Were at the exact same level as my cock.

I try to make the thought go away. And she looks down at the cookie again. And she’s a little quiet. I wonder if she thought the same thing.

There’s something about the power you feel when somebody’s on their knees in front of you. There’s just something about it. Because it was changing the way I was thinking and I’m trying not to imagine Face fucking her in my kitchen. And of course I’m wearing my green sleep pants, which should mean nothing to you beyond this: it makes my package look huge. It’s false advertising, I know, but it makes my 7 inch cock look like it’s 9 inches. I can’t really explain it. But my wife told me I’m not allowed to wear it outside the house. And yes, I’ll send you a pic.

I’m somehow keeping the blood from rushing to my penis because I don’t feel any movement yet. And while she’s putting crumbs in her left hand slowly cleaning up this cookie, she looks up at me again and says “how long is Anna gonna be gone?”

I tell her two nights.

Huh, Vanessa says.

A little more quiet. And then I say “are you sure you don’t need any help?“ And she looks up and says yeah. I got it. But she holds her look at me a little too long. And I swear as she’s looking down, she glances at my bulge.

These pants work, dude.

Just that tiny little glance made me lose my grip on the flood wall and blood went rushing to my cock, and I grew another inch in about five seconds.

If she looked again, she’s definitely gonna see. She’s gonna know that this situation is getting me hard.

This is my moment to turn around and avoid whatever thing this could become.

But I don’t.

The animal in me wants her to see. The animal in Me wants her to know that she’s in my domain. And everything in this domain is mine. Except for her. And the animal in me wants to change that.

I look up and take a sip of my soy milk. I’ve made this choice.

She looks up again.

“Are you going to bed or do you wanna watch a movie or something?“

“Maybe, I was thinking about going to bed“I look over at the TV, and just this action makes me feel the cloth pull around my hardening dick. And that feeling causes it to grow a little bit more. I’m at about 60% hard right now. I look back down at her.

I caught her looking.

It’s so strange. But because she’s looking at it, I feel even more emboldened. Once she realizes I’m looking at her, she looks back down to the cookie.

I decide right there that I’m not gonna make the first move. If whatever this is, is going to happen, she will have chosen it too.

“I was going to watch the new Beetlejuice. Even though I know it’s probably going to be bad. If you wanna watch, you’re welcome. But I know Tim Burton isn’t everybody’s thing.”

A different part of my brain is activated by this. The part that has intellectual curiosity. Also, the part that can fall in love. 🫠

I down my soy milk and finally turned away from her and lean towards the sink to put the cup away.

Sure, I say. Let me get ready for bed.

Then I bend over and help her clean the rest of the cookie. Our heads are next to each other as we look down. We slowly sweep up the cookies with our fingers and we make contact a few times. I don’t care if you believe in such things or not, but there is literal electricity between us. I can’t really explain it. But it’s This sparkly little energy that you can have when in physical proximity with certain people.

We throw it away in the garbage can and I say “I just need to get ready for bed.”

“Cool,” she says. “Don’t be long.”

I smile. And teasingly say “don’t tell me what to do.”

So now I need somebody to tell me what to do. Because I’m in my room. I’ve been up here to ten minutes. And I need this boner to go away. Because I probably should not cum in my wife’s friend who’s still technically married, right? I probably shouldn’t rail her into the corner of our three piece sofa and leave her a sweaty cum-covered mess, gasping for air, cumming all over my harder than it’s been years cock?

Right?

RIGHT!?