The neighborhood was bustling with more activity than it has seen the last couple of months. Bleary eyed kids dreading their return to school being led to the bus stop by parents with the contrasting feeling of relief. Eloise stood there, chatting with some of the other parents as Aaron came along with his daughters in tow. As they got closer, both girls burst out from behind him to join Eloise’s two girls.
“Mornin’ all,” Aaron said with a smile, met with smiles and cheerful greetings in return from everyone but Eloise, who could only manage a hushed “Good morning,” as she avoided eye contact.
Aaron crouched down and polled the gathering children on their excitement, or lack thereof, for the new school year. A few of the moms did their best to hide their fawning over him as he worked to cheer the children up from the dread of their perceived impending doom. Handsome, kind and always happy to lend a hand in the neighborhood, Aaron was easily the star of quite a few fantasies conjured up by a handful of the women standing around him. Until that past weekend, however, nothing like the bawdy fantasies her present company had imagined would have ever crossed Eloise’s mind.
Eloise couldn’t have these thoughts for Aaron. He was Natalie’s husband and Natalie was her best friend for as long as she could remember. They grew up next door to each other and, though there was quite a number of years they spent apart sorting out their lives, their friendship persevered and they somehow ended up living next to each other again later in life. All grown up, they were both married with kids of their own who were thick as thieves as they had been and still are now. That said, Eloise’s imaginary scenarios could easily trump any of the other mom’s for the sheer insight she had from little conversations with Natalie. They were, after all, best friends which helped and simultaneously complicated matters.
The screeching of the school bus snapped Eloise back into the present. She quickly gathered her two girls, planting kisses on their foreheads before sending them off to join the line of boarding children. She waved as the bus pulled away and then felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Are you okay?” Aaron asked.
Eloise recoiled slightly at his touch, turning and forcing a smile to say, “Mmm… Me? I… Uhh, I’m fine.”
Raising an eyebrow, Aaron replied, “Okay. Just seems like you’re a bit out of it.”
“Yeah, I think I might be getting a bug or something. I should probably go lay down,” Eloise said as her head turned to the ground and she began power walking back to her house.
Confused, Aaron turned and caught up with her, saying, “Hey, if you need anything, let me know. Natalie’s in the office this week, so I’m working from home all week.”
“I will!” Eloise blurted out as she sprinted into the house, shutting the door behind her.
Still puzzled by her erratic behavior, Aaron just walked back to his place to get to work.
“Stop. You can’t be thinking this,” Eloise whispered to herself while taking deep breaths. She knew it was wrong, but she just couldn’t get Aaron out of her head. She couldn’t extricate the vivid image of Aaron bending Natalie over in their living room out of her head. She couldn’t stop from wishing it was her instead. Wishing he had her head snapped back with a fistful of her hair in his grasp as he thrust in from behind. She didn’t want to be this turned on, but her body was betraying her as she could feel her panties dampening from just the thought. The innocence of his hand on her shoulder twisted into wanting to feel that grip tightening while he ravaged her.
“Why couldn’t you have just closed the curtains!” she screamed.
In truth, Aaron and Natalie didn’t realize, honestly forgetting that they hadn’t that night, completely caught up in the moment and inadvertently putting on a show from their living room. A show that Eloise just so happened to catch from the master bathroom window. A show that tipped the scales of something deep inside Eloise, exposing a longing for raw, animalistic passion like she witnessed that night.
In their time apart, Eloise had not quite explored the sexual side of herself quite as much as Natalie. She had focused on school and eventually found Matthew, a nice guy who made her happy. He still made her happy for the most part, but she found their sex life lacking more and more. Be it work or stress, the strength of their libidos seemed to be trending in opposite directions. Their kids were in school and required just a little less attention that she hoped they would spend on each other. She imagined spending that time attentively focusing on the carnal needs of each other, but every lacy piece of lingerie she bought seemed to be met with a quick romp that left her frustrated with him quickly slipping out of her and into a deep, noisy slumber.
In her frustration, she began to collect surrogates for her husband in order to fill the void and that they did with new lengths, hearty girths and stimulating vibrations. Her new toys kept her well sated, pumping herself full while no one was home or, in the case of last Saturday night, taking a little fun into the bath for a late night soak.
That Saturday night, Matthew lay face down in his pillow and the kids were tucked in and slumbering in their rooms. It had been a tiring night for Eloise, graciously hosting Aaron and Natalie’s girls for a sleepover before school started this week. The sound of water filling the tub competed with her husband’s snoring as Eloise, clad in nothing but her silken robe, carefully chose her “playmate” for the night. Slipping into the bathroom and locking the door, she trailed her fingertips in the water to test the temperature before shutting off the tap. Steam rose from the water as she placed her toy on the edge of the bath and turned to light a few candles. As she went for the two on the window sill, something caught her eye. That’s when she saw them.
Eloise just stood there at the window. She tried to turn away but she was entranced. It was like when you were a kid and stumbled upon something you weren’t supposed to see but just watched anyway. It was dark, but they were lit by the brightness of the television screen and the soft, low light of their side table lamps. Natalie’s head was bobbing in Aaron’s lap, his hand with a fistful of her hair and guiding her movement. Eloise licked her lips in longing as she watched him pull Natalie’s head up to face him and kissed her deep, imagining the sensation of his lips on hers instead.
Eloise continued to watch, not knowing when her hand instinctively started rubbing herself. She had never been this aroused in her life, watching her best friend get taken by her husband. Taken in a way that Eloise had only dreamed of. Natalie’s body type was very similar to hers, which only fueled the vivid image of Aaron tossing Eloise around on the couch instead. She could see Natalie turning back to look at him as he teased her, teased her like Eloise was now doing with her toy. Eloise shuddered as she ran its length between her soft, silken lips, getting it slick with her sweet nectar. She gripped the window sill in sync with Natalie grabbing the arm of the sofa, both steadying themselves as Aaron’s thick, throbbing cock entered them. No longer was Eloise’s toy a surrogate for her husband, it was now one for Aaron.
Eloise had to do everything she could from screaming Aaron’s name that night. Watching him fuck his wife with such intense, raw passion. She was surprised she didn’t wake her husband, hearing her own hushed moans echoing in the room, whispering to herself, “Fuck me harder, Aaron,” over and over as she vigorously thrust her toy in and out. She wanted nothing more than to be his little fucktoy as she watched him just rail Natalie on the couch. Every thrust of her toy was in time with him. Then he grabbed Natalie’s hair, pulling her head back and pumping faster. Eloise couldn’t hear them, but her brain filled in the has, hearing his voice in her head. “Cum for me, Eloise!”
Faster. Her moans were labored as his pace quickened.
Harder. Her legs quivered with increasingly forceful thrusts.
“Cum for me!” he growled in her head as she held onto the window sill and screamed into her arm, “I’m cumming!”
The toy dropped to the floor as she gripped the sill with both hands to keep herself steady. Peering out the window, she could see him slumped over on top of Natalie, running his hands through her hair and wrapping her up in his embrace. She sighed, wishing she could feel that strong embrace at that moment.
Realizing what had just transpired, Eloise quickly dropped to the floor and grabbed her toy. Her heart was racing, a combination of the strength of her orgasm, the thought that she could have been seen, and the extreme guilt that was washing over her. She climbed into her, now lukewarm, bath, holding her newly named toy, Aaron, in her hand.
“What did I just do?” she whispered to herself as she slipped down into the bath.
It was only just the other night, but Eloise had found time to get off to her newfound fantasy more times than she’d care to admit to anyone. Notably feigning illness the next morning to skip Sunday mass to do nothing but fuck herself silly to the thought of him. And now, she found herself on the couch trying to calm herself down but instead slipping her hand up her sundress. She rubbed over her soaked panties at the thought of him just next door and having him all to herself. She wanted so badly to tell him that she did need something. She needed him inside her. Still conflicted, but knowing where this was headed, she made for the stairs, aware that surrogate Aaron was waiting for her in her toy chest.
One foot on the first step, she heard a knock at the door. Frustrated that her playtime would be delayed once she had finally given in, she huffed and stomped to the door to swing it open.
“Surprise!” exclaimed Aaron.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/cvspyc/her_best_friends_husband_part_1_cheating_voyeurism
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