I try to wash away my guilt with the hot, usually comforting water of the shower. Something about it just makes me feel worse, like I don’t deserve the pleasant warmth over my skin. I stand there for a long while, washing my hair twice, trying to make the feeling of unease go away, but the guilt has caught up to me. What am I doing? How can I do this to Mike?
I finally turn the shower shake my head, making my long hair spray water over the tiles. I exhale slowly. This was unavoidable, I confess to myself. John and I… we’ve always had this attraction for each other, even though we’ve both hidden it from ourselves, and from Mike. Something about him just makes me…
Well, he makes me want to tear his clothes off.
I finally get out of the shower, drying myself with a towel as I take deep breaths to push away the shame and guilt. I get dressed, trying to think of something else, and then I head downstairs. The sun is shining; it’s a beautiful day out. Our kitchen is bright and welcoming, and I make myself a cup of coffee while watching Mike and John work through the window.
If John feels any guilt over last night, he’s very good at hiding it. He and Mike are joking around, laughing while they work on the patio. They’re earing away at the old, rotten wood, and John’s bulging muscles are starting to sweat in the hot sun.
He takes his shirt off.
I absentmindedly grip the counter, pushing my body towards the cabinets as if I could just phase through them, cozying up to his hard, lean stomach and chest. I bite my lip as I watch him, my coffee completely forgotten. All my guilt, too. Suddenly, he meets my gaze. I look back into his dark, smiling eyes. I feel a surge of something deep, animalistic, down in the pit of my stomach.
He winks at me.
I keep meeting his eyes. He says something to Mike, although I can’t hear him through the window. He goes inside through the back door, and my heart starts beating faster. He enters the kitchen from the door behind me; I keep looking out the window, out at Mike. He has his back turned, and I watch him work as John goes to the fridge, opens it and takes something out. I hear his footsteps come closer.
He stops just behind me, close enough that I can smell his deodorant and his sweat.
“Just grabbing a couple of beers,” he says quietly.
“Okay,” I answer, not really knowing what to say.
He steps even closer. He’s so close I can almost feel him, the pressure of him. I keep watching my husband work.
“They’re really cold,” he says.
“O-okay,” I say again.
I feel a sudden, careful touch on my lower back. It’s cold as ice, and I shiver.
“It’s feels kind of nice in my hand, on a hot day like this.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
The cold bottle slowly travel down my lower back, onto my ass. I only have a pair of yoga pants on, and the cold seeps through as if I was wearing nothing at all.
“But I think it might be a bit too cold to drink. I might have to warm it up a bit first, I reckon.”
“Okay.” My voice is barely audible now.
The bottle travels down my cheek, onto my thigh. It caresses the back of it, and then the inside. I keep watching Mike. His back is turned, and he seems to be struggling with a stubborn piece of wood. I spread my legs a little.
The bottle is so cold that when it slowly travels up my thigh I shudder, goosebumps erupting on my arms. An eerie sensation of pleasure and almost-pain hits me as it reaches my crotch, the condensation making my pants wet.
I’ve already made them quite wet, to be fair.
John slowly rubs the cold bottle between my thighs, making my breath deeper, slower. He leans forward, sniffing at my hair, and I feel a shiver through my spine. My vagina has never been so cold, I think, nor have I ever been so aroused. I can barely think, much less act.
Suddenly, he removes the bottle, and I’m embarassed at the little whimper of disappointment that escapes my parted lips.
“I think it’s warm enough now. I better get back out there.”
“Okay,” I say quietly, my eyes still on Mike. He finally turns around, and waves happily to me. I wave back.
Oh, my god.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v8i33n/my_husbands_best_friend_fm_cheating_teasing_ch3
Oh, the anticipation! What’s going to happen next?!?! Maybe he’ll just keep teasing her more until she let’s go?
These are such good little teasing snippets of the impending affair, that is bound to happen. I love it. It is almost like you are teasing us with their teasing of each other. It is brilliant and so good.