My husband’s best friend [f/m] [teasing] [cheating] [Ch.4]

I spend the rest of the day aroused. I try not to think about John, or what happened in the kitchen, or what happened last night, but images and sensations keep popping up in my head.

I leave the house for a while to do some shopping, and forget half the things I came for, distracted by the warm sensation between my legs. What John did with that bottle stirred something in me, and I can’t quite function.

Mike has already prepared dinner when I get home, but I barely eat.

“Are you all right, honey?” He asks me gently, taking my hand. “You seem a bit… distracted?”

I blush, shaking my head. “I think I’m just hungover from yesterday. I barely slept at all.”

John nods. “Me neither, actually.” I blush even more, but Mike doesn’t seem to notice. He and John starts discussing some sort of railing for the new patio, and I start clearing away dinner. I accidentally brush John’s shoulder with my breast while clearing his dish, and I see him tense up. Maybe I’m not the only one who’s spent my day aroused?

The guys take to the couch after dinner, and Mike puts on a movie. “Don’t you want to watch too, sweetie?” He says, patting the couch. It’s some fantasy movie, not really my cup of tea, but I can’t think of an excuse. I hesitate, then sit down on the couch between them.

Mike smiles, kissing my head. I rest my head on his shoulder, half watching the movie. John is sitting very straight, his hands in his lap. He seems to suddenly have gotten a bit awkward around me. Maybe the guilt is catching up to him. Mine has been slowly eaten away by the constant arousal.

“Could you pass me that blanket, John?” I ask sweetly. He hands it to me, and as our hands touch I notice him stiffen up again. I smile. “Thank you, John. Do you mind if I lie down? I’m re-a-lly tired,” I say in a sweet voice. He shakes his head. “O-of course not!”

I lay down, my head in Mike’s lap. He strokes my hair as I cover my legs with the blanket. My feet are placed in John’s lap, just below his crotch. He fidgets a bit. The movie is more interesting than I thought, and Mike is soon caught up in it. My heart beats too fast. I have a nagging sense of shame in my chest, but I’ve also been too horny for too long, my mind spinning in strange ways.

I slowly move my foot up.

John is sitting so still, he could be a statue.

I move my foot further up. It finds a hard bulge, the fabric of John’s shorts straining. So that’s why his hands are in his lap.

I move my foot a bit, stroking his cock slowly. He is breathing very quietly.

The film goes on. Mike is watching it intently, but I can hear his breath slowing. He’s tired, I can tell. I keep stroking John’s cock with my bare foot, and it twitches under his shorts.

Mike nods off a bit, then shakes his head.

My toes find the lining of John’s shorts, teasing it slowly. I move with more care than I ever have, slow motions so as to not arouse suspicion. My heart is beating so fast and so hard that I’m surprised Mike can’t hear it.

My toes sneak into the lining of John’s boxers, but his cock is to the side so I can barely reach it.

With the edge of one toe, I slowly caress the side of John’s cock.

Mike nods off. I look up at him from his lap. He starts to gently snore. The movie goes on. John is still watching intently, as if nothing is happening.

I decide to risk it. Pushing my shame down, letting my desire into my heart, I use my foot to slowly move John’s shorts and boxers down. Without letting the movie go with his eyes, he helps me take them down enough to let his cock out under the blanket.

The heavy thud it makes at it snaps out from his boxers and hits his hard stomach sends a strange, electrical impulse from my clitoris up my spine.

With slow, careful movements I start to fully massage John’s cock with my foot. It’s so hard that I can feel the veins on the soft skin of my foot. He starts to breathe heavier. I do, too. I keep at it, never increasing my pace nor my pressure, just letting my foot roll over John’s twitching cock.

He is still watching the movie.

I feel him getting closer. I hear it, too, his breathing becoming almost groans as his cock starts to throb. Then, suddenly, Mike twitches, shakes his head, and gives off a loud, massive yawn.

“God, I must’ve dosed off! What did I miss?”

My foot is so still, keeping John’s still throbbing cock pushed down onto his stomach.

“Oh, nothing much,” John says in a choked voice.

I feel a dark pit of shame in my stomach, but it’s nothing compared to the massive, warm surge of arousal between my legs. I am so wet that I’m sure I’ve soaked through my yoga pants.

We finish watching the movie, my foot never leaving John’s cock. I don’t dare to move it. He’s as hard when the credits roll as he was when I first touched it, and his face has a strained expression as he smiles over to Mike at the end of the movie.

“That was, eh, really something! I think I’m off to bed in a minute, feeling a bit- a bit tired.”

Mike nods, yawning again. “G’night, buddy,” he says, getting up on the couch. “Sweet dreams,” he says with a tired smile as he pats his best friend on the shoulder.

I give John’s cock one final, slow stroke before getting up as well. It twitches against my soft skin.

“Sweet dreams,” I say to him, smiling innocently as I follow my husband to bed.

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