13 comments/ 145536 views/ 45 favorites Being the Other Woman By: Von Hauffen This is for my wife's best friend; you know who you are. Thank you for teasing me the way you do. ***** Initially I thought that my best friend, Tina, was out of her mind when she told me she had found the man of her dreams. She was barely four months out of a twenty year marriage and she had met the guy online. That in itself was not such a big deal. The fact that he was literally half her 50 years, and younger than her own kids was. I was skeptical when she suggested I meet him; but nosey as I was, I couldn't wait to see this young man up close and personal. I wanted see just how he had managed to nab a sophisticated professional like my best girlfriend. She and I are a lot alike, even though I am eight years younger to the month. Both with strawberry-blonde hair (although hers is pixie cut and mine is to my shoulders now), both small framed – her 5'2, me 5'4 and bordering on petite (with the same problem areas, I might add). We are mistaken for sisters everywhere we go, and have known each other for nearly 20 years by way of work until I started my career in another non-profit organization. We are together every weekend, and some evenings; on the phone constantly about everything. I remember Jason was very sweet, a little quiet, and let us do most of the talking that first time. He was not a big guy, very cute though, but extremely young and young looking at just twenty-six. I noticed something completely different about Tina that night and then even more so over the next few months: she was truly happy for the first time in years. They say women glow when they are in love, but it was more than that. He was the best thing that could have happened to her it seemed. She was much more care-free, she changed her hair and makeup, and started to dress ten or fifteen years younger. Nothing shocking; but very sexy in and out of the office. I was no longer the only hottie when we went out. We were almost competing! Of course as girlfriends we talked about everything, and the inevitable discussion about him being so young, and "was he good," and what "it was like" came up. She spared no details in letting me know that he was the most incredible lover she had ever had, and no, that was not the reason she had married him (they had eloped the moment it was legally permissible). She got this dreamy look on her face whenever she talked about him, and I could always tell she was practically reliving some hot, steamy, fuck-a-thon they had probably had not long ago. I was jealous, but delighted. The thought of her being done by a guy half her age just made me plain horny. I wanted it too. I was in an off-and-on relationship for some time with a lawyer a couple of years younger than me. He was nice, but nothing to write home about. I joined a site online and tried to find me some young stud as a play thing for my very own. I had no intention of marrying him like Tina did for Christ's sakes; but I was honestly sickened by most of the responses, and then simply overwhelmed. It made me realize I wanted intimacy on a stronger level, not just a friend with benefits situation. So I gave that up. Then there was something else. I spent a lot of time with the two of them. At first I was not too sure about him coming along with us shopping all day, or helping us cook in the kitchen and talk with us girls. He didn't always do it, but the times that he din come along, I could tell he actually enjoyed it as much as she did! And you know what? Instead of being jealous or irritated with him being there with her all the time, I started to enjoy him being around too. It was great having a young man helping us pick out shoes and admire us as we perused the clothing racks. And I can tell you, it became an incredible turn on knowing he was watching me as much as he was watching his wife. He tried to be a good guy at first, bashfully looking away when I would hold a sexy negligee or short skirt up against my body. Tina thought it was hysterical, and teased him mercilessly. I couldn't always hear what she was saying to him, but I would occasionally catch a, "Go ahead and look, Sweetie," or "Stop being silly, she wants you too." It didn't take many shopping trips before Jason was happily, and should I say excitedly, helping me with my choices as well. When Tina would still be in the dressing room, I would come out in my little outfit, with my bare feet and painted toes and stand there asking his opinion. "What do you think? I don't look too fat, do I? Are you sure? I don't know... it looks a little short to me... and a bit snug in the rear." He would watch me slim the skirt over both cheeks as I looked back at him and he would have this shit-eat-grin on his face. "You look perfect, Ally," he would say. Or sometimes, if he was in a really feisty mood, "It could use a slit on that side though!" I would either thank him (if it was the first comment) and act like he was the best little thing ever before sauntering back in; or if it was the latter, I would feign shock that he was being so bad, and say so; that he would probably just love to me see in something like that, wouldn't he? Shame on him. And if no one was around I would step over and play push him away before slowly going back inside, knowing he was watching my ass in that tight dress the whole time. I got an incredible rush by flirting with him with Tina that close like that. It was more than him just being young, and HOT. I have to admit that a part of it was being able to excite another woman's husband; and my best friend's husband at that. It was all perfectly safe as well, and he was the type that would never make the move on me, I knew that, because he was "in love" with Tina so much. It was almost a challenge some days to get him to flirt back, but I always won in the end. We became something like the Three Musketeers actually, which was kind of amusing considering our ages and him being a man and so NOT gay. The three of us always attended weddings from work, and funerals, bless their souls, and even a company picnic. We would always sit together, and eventually people stopped asking about David the Lawyer, and got used to seeing the three of us together. I secretly liked it. I had always had such a good time being around Tina, but then throwing Jason into the mix, just gave me that little jolt of sexual tension that seemed to never go away. Made me frustrated as Hell, but I loved it anyway. I lived for these outings, and was disappointed when he didn't come along, which really did not happen that often. I recall once how both of us seemed very moody because Jason was working on a rare Saturday. At home, but still working and could not come with us. Tina and I both had almost begged him to come, and I had even plopped my ass down on his lap right in front of her while she stood there laughing. We saw what torture we were putting him through, that he really wanted to be with us, so we let him off the hook. It didn't help our moods though. So after an hour of not speaking and not seeing anything we liked at the local Nordstrom's, Tina said, "Fuck it. Let's go get smashed. I'm depressed." So, somewhere between our second and third caramel apple martinis, Tina just came right our and said it. "You like having him around as much as I do, don't you?" "Who?" I was trying to be coy, but I knew it wouldn't work. She smiled and downed the rest of her drink before signaling the bartender for another. "As if." Tina turned more towards me on her bar stool, and looked straight into my eyes. We were both wearing what we called hoe-de-hoe tops (those little low cut, clingy blouses that show a LOT of cleavage and really hug your boobs provocatively), along with shorts and slip on sandals. Each of us had a nice anklet, and our usual bracelets and rings. We both looked hot, even for our age. We had been getting looks by a few of the male patrons in the establishment, but we were not interested. And now I was scared to death. I was afraid she knew about me secretly flirting with Jason all the time. Or thought that I even wanted him! Did I? I mean I did. But she WAS my best friend. And he was a married man. "We need to find you a young stud just like mine, Girlfriend," she said. "You are in definite need of some attention." "Well, thanks a lot!" She just laughed. "You know you want someone young too. Don't fool yourself. Otherwise you and David the Lawyer would still be playing like the best of buds." "Oh, fuck off." I tired to sound angry, but it came out pathetic. She hugged me and patted my knee. "Maybe Jason can introduce you to someone. I am sure he has some young friend that would be dieing to go out with an old hottie like you!" The thought of Jason suggesting someone else made my stomach turn. Why was that? Was I infatuated by him? Was it that I wanted HIM to be my man, not some other young thing? What kind of woman was I becoming? How could I even think of having an affair with my best friend's husband? I abhorred that type of conduct. Those women were whores and home-wreckers and a horrible menace to society. Yet even as I agreed to let Jason set me up with a friend, I know now that the wheels in my mind were already in motion for how I was going to seduce my best friend's, delectable young, boy-toy of a husband instead. ***** I was hoping that Tina had forgotten about her little offer by the time we got back to their place, but sure enough, she went right into Jason's office and started to ask him if he knew anyone. I hesitantly walked in, but just stood in the doorway and watched my friend, sitting on her young husband's lap, his hands around her waist as he listened to her relate my embarrassing desire to have a young stud of my own. "TINA!" I said, pretending that I was shocked. I knew I was blushing, but I was a little excited coming out in the open like this. My mind kept screaming for him to tell her, "NO! I don't know anyone. Sorry. Can't help you, Darling." Jason looked at me and winked when she got to the part about me wanting a stud just like him. I swear I felt my puss do flip-flops in my panties. I stood there leaning against the door, playing with my necklace and looking lustfully back into his eyes, chewing my bottom lip. If he had an ounce of intuition, there would be no doubt of which young stud I hoped he would suggest. "Geez! She's thinking about it already!" Tina laughed, obviously seeing my expression as much as I hoped Jason would. He just sat there with an almost wide-eyed expression, not quite smiling "So do you know someone, Sweetie?" She asked. "You know," he started, after a few seconds of silence. "I don't know if I really like the idea of some young creep hanging out with our Ally. He might steal her away from us!" My heart melted. My pussy tingled. My nipples hardened. Tina looked at me with this adoring face and said, "Awwww, I think he's jealous!" Fortunately she got up then and just told him to think about it then. "It isn't fair for us to keep poor little Ally all for ourselves. She needs to have some fun too!" And this she had to say fast as she ran past me so that I couldn't punch her. I turned around, still laughing and looked at Jason who was watching me. Now was the time for me to start I thought. So I walked over to him, still sitting in his chair and leaned down to plant a kiss on his cheek. I let it linger for a couple long seconds and then whispered in his ear, while placing both of my hands on his knees. "I kind of like you being jealous over me, Sweetie." I gave him another quick kiss on the cheek and looked into his startled eyes. Only as I pulled away did I realize that his hand must have instinctively come up to grip the side of my waist. I touched his fingers with mine as his hand pulled away, and then I left him to his thoughts; making certain I swiveled my hips just a little more than I needed to when exiting the room. Seduction is an art, and it takes time. It amazes me that in the few confessions I have read, people were able to get down to it so quickly. And I consider myself a very assertive and aggressive woman sexually. There has to be finesse to seducing your best friend's husband right under her nose though, even if you feel he is ready to jump in with both feet right from the get go. So I flirted and teased, mostly when Tina was out of the room, sometimes when she was there though, by doing things that didn't seem too overly sexual. A trace of my fingers across his neck. A pat on that cute butt when he went to refill our drinks. My neck hurts Tina, I think I need to go. Oh, Jason is the best at neck rubs? How convenient! I brought myself so close so many times over the next couple of weeks, particularly the following Saturday night after being at their house all afternoon and letting him rub my feet for the first time ever. It was another baby step in seduction, as Tina sat on the other side of the L-shaped couch and both of us playfully placed our feet in his lap for attention. To this day, I don't know who of the three of us got more turned on by that first time. I know that she and Jason probably fucked their horny little asses off as soon as I left. Both of us had our little feet in his lap, and he was rubbing one of each of ours at the same time. I felt and saw Tina rubbing Jason's crotch with the heel of her other foot, and I decided to take a chance. Either she would tell me he was off limits or go with it. So I started to rub along his thigh with my foot and watch both of their reactions. Tina just raised her eyebrow and smiled. Then we both looked at Jason who appeared to be in Heaven. The foot rub session lasted quite a long while, with us taking turns on his crotch, and every once and a while I would attempt to wrestle for that privilege. Tina and I giggled like we were in school again and Jason just ate it up. It finally got to be too much for me, and I told them I had to go. They both got my meaning. It excited me to know that Jason would no doubt be thinking about me the whole time he was fucking his wife; my best friend. He was a man wasn't he? How could he not. I had only one other chance to really lay it on thick, and that was an evening when the three of us went out to a movie. Over the past year I had gradually grown accustomed to sitting on one side of him, while Tina sat on the other. It started as a joke just to tease him one night after a day of flirting in department stores all day. Tina put me up to it. But he loved it. Having two older hotties, one on each side of him. Like I said, I had one chance that night. It came when Tina got up to use the bathroom before the movie started. It's a nice theater, so we could put the arm rests up on the seats between us. Tina and Jason always lifted theirs, but normally I left my down. That night I lifted mine too. He didn't say anything when I did it. Nor when I snuggled into him a bit and leaned my head on his shoulder. He instinctively lifted his arm to hold me, and before he could change his mind, I slid my body in more and let his arm come down around my left side. It was heavenly. I knew I only had seconds before Tina came back. I let my right hand slide up along his left leg and squeeze his knee, tracing small patterns with my fingernails. That was it. Tina appeared at the bottom of the stairs, and I didn't want to be too obvious. I silently cursed her, and instantly felt guilty. But I know I had an effect on him. I sat up just a little and let my hand run along the inside of his leg and got the surprise of my life. That young husband was hung like a stud too. I had not had a real chance to gauge his size that night with my foot, being as constricted in those jeans as he was. Tina had told me he was the largest she had ever had, but until you see or feel something like that yourself, you are always skeptical. This boy was hung all the way to mid thigh though, and hard due in no small part to my manipulations. I gave him a quick squeeze, at which he squirmed and tried to straighten his legs out as Tina came into the aisle we were in. "And don't we just look cozy," she said, with a giggle. She sat down next to him and he lifted his arm the same way as he had with me. And so for the next 20 minutes or so, until his arms fell asleep I suppose, he had the two of us snuggled into him, whispering across him, eating popcorn and Kit-Kats, giggling and acting silly. I thought about it. I could have called him the next day, but the wedding we were all going to was two days away, on Saturday, and somehow I felt it would be very awkward to have to sit there with Tina and her husband that soon after I had approached him to fuck me silly. It would definitely have to wait. For the wedding, I wore a dress that Tina and I had gone shopping for without Jason along. It was short and sexy, with a nice slit up the side. He would love that. The dress hugged my bubble-butt in a way that it didn't look like I had a bubble-butt! Open-toed strapless sandals; my obligatory anklet; and no stockings, it being September still. I tied my hair back so it was up and off my shoulders and showed off my neck with brand new pearl necklace. We rode together of course, with Tina and I in the front, her doing the driving. Jason was on the left side, and I thought at first it was just so he could talk to Tina in the rear view mirror as she drove. It was only after turning around in my seat to talk to him that I realized he could see, and no doubt had been watching, my crossed legs from where he sat for some time. My dress was well above mid-thigh, and while he blushed and turned away for a moment, when he caught my eye again, I made it clear that looking was fine by me when I turned and gave him an even clearer view: leg crossed, shoe dangling, foot arched. I talked as if nothing was going on between us, and didn't bat an eye when he got bold and let his eyes take in my tanned legs from my little red-painted toes all the way up to where my dress obstructed the view. I smiled a little, as if to say, I know very well what I am doing to you, and I like it too. Then I went back to talking to Tina as her young husband sat two feet away from me ogling to his delight. The wedding of course, was a bore as usual. Mostly standing around waiting for it to start. The forced mingling with people you never would speak to otherwise. Tina and I both put on a very good face for that though; very lively, very glad to see everyone. The life of the party, that was us as always. Jason was quiet and, not knowing anyone really, kept himself out of the way. But when I saw one of the Bride's nieces hovering around him, not paying a lick of attention to that ring on his finger, I swooped in and brought his cute little ass back over to where I could keep things under control! If anyone was going to steal my best friend's husband, it was going to be me, not some little floozie! The little tramp just looked shocked when I came up behind him and whispered for us to go find seats for us and Tina. I winked in a very catty way and she high-tailed it out of there. Jason scarcely noticed. He was absolutely mesmerized by my arm hooked through his and me holding his hand as I led him to one of the rows in the back. We sat down, and I made a show of continuously looking for Tina to let her know where we were sitting. I could feel his eyes on me as we sat there. I casually placed my left hand on his right leg when I turned and waved to her, seeing that she was looking for us, but I didn't move my hand; not until Tina was almost to our pew. I gave him one last determined squeeze before she rounded the corner, never once looking in his direction. Tina sat down and kissed her young hubby. She was in her glory, showing off her new young husband in front of old acquaintances. I knew I would have to back off a bit to make sure the word did not get back to her. I mean, I wanted to fuck her husband, but I didn't want to lose her friendship. Is that so terribly selfish? Being the Other Woman I must tell you, it was nearly impossible to sit still with him right there beside me. It got to the point where every time I glanced over at them, I could see out of the corner of my eyes Jason admiring my crossed legs, and trying not to be too obvious about it. When Tina leaned over to say something to the couple next to her, I took my chance and let my right shoe slip gently to the floor and moved ever so slightly closer to Jason. With my right leg still crossed over my left, I then proceeded to slide my foot against the back of his leg; working the hem of his slacks up with my toes so that I could at last feel my bare skin against his. I can't tell you how deliciously naughty that felt; sitting in a fucking church, playing footsies with my best friend's young boy-toy of a husband. And he couldn't do a thing about it if he wanted to either. I just sat there with my arms crossed, rubbing my toes and the arch of my foot against his leg, listening to the sweet little ceremony about commitment and love. He moved his leg away a couple of times, but I found it within seconds. He finally gave up and moved his leg very close to where I sat, and just let me have my fun. Now I understood why some women only dated married men. It was more than not having to worry about an attachment. It just felt so fucking good to be able to pull something off like that! Tina on the other side, was still holding his hand, snuggled into him now, without a clue that her husband and I were having so much fun right there next to her. We got to the point were the minister asked us all to stand and join in a prayer for the new couple, and I swiftly uncrossed my legs and felt on the floor for my shoe with my foot. As Jason prepared to sit up, he bent down and reached for it, pushing it over to my foot and then, gave ME a jolt by grabbing my ankle for the briefest second, and then standing up next to Tina. I knew at that moment that I had him. Just now, what to do with the boy. As the prayer started, I glanced over and saw the two of them holding hands and when I looked at his face, was a little surprised to see him looking back at me from the corner of his eyes; Tina had her eyes closed and head down. I felt his hand reach for mine, and both of us swiftly lowered our eyes again as I took his hand in both of mine, and held it tight beside me. I tickled his palm with my nails and felt him squeeze my hand hard. I didn't give a damn anymore about the people behind us, but a part of me did hope that they had had the decency to keep their eyes closed during that prayer so as not to see any of that. I remember nervously looking behind us after the prayer was over, and no one seemed to pay us any mind, but I still had a lingering doubt in my mind. The rush had just been so incredible though. I would do it all over again if I had the chance. The rest of that day was a blur. I was trying to maintain all appearances, while at the same time formulate a plan to get us away from everyone so I could have at him for just a few minutes. Tina of course stood directly in front of him in all the lines, so I was now in front of her. No chance of any thing there. And once we sat down, there was so much conversation to follow that I couldn't allow myself to do much, except for the occasional squeeze of his thigh or knocking my leg against his. By the time the cake was served, I was so wet that I was afraid I would have a spot on my dress. I sat back a number of times just watching Tina flirting with him, wanting him more every second. There was no jealousy; I wasn't going to fall in love with him; not really. My mind was just flashing forward to so many naughty ideas is all. A part of me even tried to excuse my thoughts, since Tina and I had always shared everything in the past, so why not share her young husband too? Would she really mind? She understood how much I needed a young man; she had said it herself. And she knew how well Jason and I got along. What else could she expect but allowing us to become so familiar? It made me feel better to think that it was somehow even her fault to have encouraged me to become such great friends with him. It was too much to deal with, having him dangled in front of me every time we were together and not be able to touch! When Tina got up to "make the rounds" and be sociable, I told her I needed to find the ladies' room. "Jason, why don't you come with me so I don't get myself lost," I said, standing up and grinning. "Let me know where it is, cause I'll have to go to when I am done chit-chatting," Tina said. And then she was off. Jason just looked up at me standing over him with my hand on his shoulder. I could see the hesitation in his eyes as he looked at me, and then around me to where Tina stood laughing with some retired co-workers. I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "It's just the bathroom, Sweetie. C'mon." We made our way out of the reception area, and everything was suddenly very quiet. You could hear our shoes clicking in the long corridor as we made our way back to where I thought I'd seen a bathroom on the way down. The two of us didn't say a word, but the sexual tension was so thick between us, you probably could have cut it with a knife. We made it all the way to the end of the hallway and still no bathrooms. "There is one back upstairs in the lobby. I saw that one for sure," he said. Jason opened the door to the stairwell and held it for me to go inside. I could feel his eyes on my legs and my ass as I made my way slowly up the first set of stairs and then turned to go up the next set. I stepped onto that first stair and then turned around to face him; my face felt flush, and my heart was pounding. I felt a pressure in between my legs that just wouldn't go away. I was so fucking horny as I looked down into his startled eyes. Like I said, he was not a big guy, so now I was a good six or eight inches higher than him, with my heels on and standing on that step. I have to admit, it made me feel so powerful to be standing over him like that. I placed my hands on both of his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. Leaning down, I gazed into his eyes and let him know how much I wanted him just by that look, and I finally let the tip of my nose lightly rub against his. I ran my fingers through the sides of his hair as he stood there, hands gripping the railings on either side of the stairs. "What's going on here," he whispered, never averting his eyes from mine. "I think we both know what's going on here, Sweetie." I smiled and raised my eyebrow, then started to slide my hands around his strong shoulders and across his chest. "Don't deny it. You want me as much as I want you. Don't you?" I heard him groan softly and then to my delight, felt his hands, one on each of my thighs, gripping me tight and sliding slowly upwards, pushing the hem of my dress up along with them. I took his face in my hands and kissed him; covering his mouth, and parting his lips with my tongue. He took it without any hesitation, sucking and tasting me. I still recall the wonderful taste of that after dinner mint he had had earlier, mixed with the lingering flavor of coffee already in my mouth. We kissed like we were starved. I know that I was. And I knew with all the teasing I had been doing, I had excited him just as much. I heard him groan again, louder this time, as I felt his hands make their way fully inside my dress and squeeze my firm ass. He knew now that I was wearing thongs; something I had found out from Tina that he loved in his women. We made out like two school kids, right there in the stairway of that church; me and my best friend's delicious twenty-seven year old husband. I bent at the knees slightly, permitting me to grab at his crotch. He was so hard, and so ready for me. If we had not been in a place where we would surely have been caught, I would have taken that bad boy right then and there! I satisfied myself with kneading his balls through his slacks, while he continued squeezing my ass like it was his lifeline. I don't know how long we were in that stairwell, but I know he left me breathless. Every time I tried to pull away, he devoured my lips even more. No less than three times when we tried to calm down and make our way to the actual bathrooms, did we have to stop and kiss again. Wonderful, sloppy, wet kisses that made us both weak in the knees. We did eventually make it to the bathrooms in the lobby. And thankfully, no one was around when we came out of the stairwell; although I did need to cover my mouth with my hand when an older woman came out of the bathroom right when I made it to the door. He was standing outside waiting for me when I came out completely put together again, or as much as possible since I had left my purse at the table. I playfully swept a strand of my hair behind my ear and told him we should be getting back. He kept his hand on the back of my neck the whole way down the stairs, and once we started down the corridor, he snuck a couple of quick squeezes on my ass. I didn't show any reaction except for my smile, allowing him to have his last few seconds of fun. Tina saw us as we came back in, and she made her way over as we got ready to sit down. She asked Jason if he would show her to the bathroom, and he turned right around as they went back out the way we had just come in. He turned and looked at me one last time before he left the room, and I waved, wiggling my fingers at him playfully. ***** The ride home was both torturous and exciting at the same time. I made a point not to look back at him, as I was afraid I would give myself away to Tina sitting right there in the driver's seat. Enough teasing for one day I thought; for the BOTH of us. I felt his eyes on me every time I turned my head to talk to Tina, and it drove me crazy. I was prepared to just go home when we arrived back at their place, but Tina insisted I come up and have a drink. I was far from tired, so I had no real excuse, and being around her yummy husband was all the incentive I needed. I sat on a barstool and watched the two of them making drinks. Jason avoided my eyes a number of times as he concentrated on being the good little husband for his Tina. Seeing how he helped her so much and paid so much attention to what she needed in that kitchen, I became even more aroused. I sat there watching him; elbows propped on the counter, my chin resting in my hands. Tina handed my drink to Jason, and just like any other time before that, he casually came around and handed it to me before going back into the kitchen. What my best friend did not see however, was the little squeeze I gave his cute butt as he placed the glass in front of me. He made absolutely no acknowledgment of what I had done until he was standing behind Tina, waiting for his own drink. That was when he finally looked into my eyes and winked, grinning slyly. I think he was just as excited about doing this around Tina as I was. We all talked for a couple of minutes until Tina just had to go change out of that dress; leaving Jason and I to our own devices. He smiled, almost shyly, which was so adorable, and started putting dishes away from the dishwasher. I took advantage of the few seconds I had and slid off my stool. He didn't say anything when he felt me press myself against him from behind as he reached to place a glass in the cabinet. I pushed my breasts into him and slid my left hand around to his crotch while taking a nip at his ear. He squirmed a little bit and turned to make sure Tina was not ready to come down from the bedroom yet. I pushed my tongue into that ear instead, which only caused him to face away from me again, laughing, and HARDEN in my hand. I heard the toilet flush upstairs so I knew I had to act fast. "Meet me for lunch on Monday, Baby." I felt his cock jerk in my fingers. "I want to see you and talk." At that, I left him standing there, as frustrated and excited as I was, and I went back around the bar to hop onto my stool. He quietly went back to putting the dishes away. Tina walked in and saw him doing that and said, "Oh Sweetheart, you are so good to me! You didn't have to do that." I watched her squeeze that cute butt and give him a quick kiss, hoping she couldn't smell me on him. "Isn't he just perfect?" she cooed. "Yea, I need me one just like him!" We all laughed, but Jason certainly got my real meaning. He looked at me and smiled as he made his way out of the room and headed upstairs to change I presume. I waited about fifteen minutes while talking to Tina, but I sensed he would not be returning, and it was late. I said my goodbyes to her and she yelled upstairs that I was leaving. "Bye, Cutie," he yelled down. "Bye, Bye, Stud," I responded. It was the way we had started saying our farewells over the past few months, so of course she wouldn't think anything of it now. Driving home that night, a small part of me felt a little guilty about what I was about to do the next day, but only a small part. I can't explain why I was willing to do it. There were so many other men, younger men too, that were readily available if I had just made more of an effort. I guess there was just something about Jason that had clicked with me. He was so safe, and so easily accessible. It was a mix that could only lead to trouble, as I think back to it now. I mean, the two of us had even gone out a couple of times when Tina was busy the past few months, before I had started down the path I was on. Now, I am glad we had had those previous outings, as it would allow us some time together without her being overly suspicious. I always had to take a step back after thinking these thoughts though. I was curious and still almost shocked with myself that I could do something like this, much less plan ahead how we were going to be so sneaky. It was such a rush, hiding this too. Only a psychologist could guess why I was so turned on by wanting my best friend's husband so much. They would probably say something about me being jealous of her or wanting to show that I was more of a woman than she was by seducing not only a young man, but HER young man. Maybe they were right. But I never felt any evil, malicious streak come over me when I was around her or watched her with him. And I had never tried to do anything like this to her before, even when she was separated and had dated a guy a few years younger than me a few years back. He was very sexy too, but I had not tried anything then. I loved Tina; she was by far the best friend I had maybe ever had. I can't imagine how I would have felt had she pursued my man like I was doing to hers. Yet I couldn't stop. I know that when you read this you may feel that I am a horrible person; a whore, a home-wrecker, just like I felt, and still feel about women who do this. I honestly could not stop myself though. They say men think with their cocks. Well, I think I must have been thinking with my puss. It was an ache that I don't think I had ever felt. And the anticipation that weekend was so delightfully unbearable. Tina and I talked on Sunday for a few minutes, and she mentioned Jason doing something for her out and about. The mere mentioning of his name made me tingle all over. I am going to be fucking your husband tomorrow, Tina, I just know it! Could she tell what I was thinking, I wondered. Monday came at last and it took me much longer than it should have getting ready that morning. I was dressing for a sexy young stud, who if everything went as planned would see every delicate article of clothing I decided to wear that day. I decided on a very sexy, almost transparent, lacey bra and panty set. Thongs of course. Bra was very sexy and clasped in the front with a little lace bow on top. It took me 30 minutes to decide on the cream slacks and white silk blouse, as opposed to a skirt ensemble. Brown leather Italian pumps with three inch heels completed the outfit. I applied my makeup to perfection and put my hair up after curling it loosely. I looked at myself and knew that I could have gone to a bar at lunch. Could have called this whole thing off and just picked up any young thing, married or not, and attempted to get this all out of my system. But I knew that would only make me feel cheap, and then I would still honestly want him just as much as ever. When I got to work, I was still unsure of how to go about the whole thing. And as the minutes ticked away at an excruciatingly slow pace, I was beginning to wonder if I had gone too far and scared him off. It was close to 10:00 when I received my first email from him. I had been away from my desk at a meeting, and got back closer to 11 actually. My heart skipped a beat with nervous anticipation when I saw his name and work email address. "Ally, we still on for today? Wasn't sure if I was being too forward by sending you an email first, or maybe I am just a fool and got everything confused the other day. I am rather gullible you know! So, let me know. Waiting (not so patiently). Jason." I rattled off a response, apologizing for being away from desk so long, and that lunch was definitely on. Told him where to meet me at noon, and then a quick line about not being able to wait. His response was almost instantaneous. He'd be there, of course, and couldn't wait to see me as well. We couldn't say anything else on company emails, but I was certain that within 2 hours I would be well on my way to finally getting what I was after. He was already there waiting for me at the Italian restaurant I had chosen well away from where we would run into anyone on a lunch hour. I casually undid a third button on my blouse as I got out of my car and grabbed my purse. I would be showing so much of my freckled, flushing skin now. Jason got out of his car and came over to where I was. I had met many men over the years, but never one like this. As we approached each other, I started to feel that same guilty, embarrassed sensation that I had that time I agreed to pick out adult videos in the rental store with a boyfriend. My face felt flush, my heart was beating hard in my chest, my breasts felt as if they were about to burst suddenly. I was extremely excited is the only way to put it. I knew why we were meeting, and this lunch was only going to be the first step to where we would be in just a short while, I was certain. We smiled at each other, and I initiated what was supposed to be a friendly hug. But when I felt him in my arms, I couldn't resist reaching down and giving that cute, firm butt a hard squeeze. Jason took the liberty of doing the same to me, and then we started toward the restaurant, my arms hooked through his. We made small talk, but it was clear as we stood there waiting for our table, that both of our minds were elsewhere. He was a good boy though and didn't make a scene of things, although I teased him relentlessly by picking imaginary lint from his shirt and slacks; as well as brushing his shoulders and back with my hand. He followed a short distance behind me as we were shown to our booth. I knew he was watching my rear in those tight slacks, as well as my sultry wide hips; taking in my narrow waist and sizing me up from behind. I turned my head swiftly and got a glimpse of him doing just that, before he looked into my eyes with a shy expression on his face. I just smiled. We sat down and started looking at the menus, even though I don't think either of us was very hungry. At least not for food! We ordered wine and our lunch, but once the waitress had left, an awkward silence fell across us. All we did was stare at each other and smile. God, I wanted him so bad. "I'm glad you agreed to meet me," I finally said. "I'm glad you still wanted to! And that I hadn't gotten things mixed up or something." "Really? So just why is it you think I asked you to meet me?" I asked, lowering my voice seductively and leaning forward to look into his eyes. I slipped my right foot out of my heel and smiled again. Being the Other Woman He got a nervous expression, as if rethinking things suddenly. "Well, I guess I'm not sure really," he responded softly. "Perhaps, I just thought it would be nice to go out to lunch with a friend." I said this as I started to work my toes inside the leg of his slacks. His eyes widened slightly and he squirmed. "Really? I guess I did get confused then. Cause I could have sworn it might be for something else." I arched my eyebrow and slipped my foot out of his pants leg and worked it along his calf toward the inside of his thigh. "And just what gave you that idea, Sweetie? Are you implying I'd try and seduce my best friend's husband? What kind of girl do you think I am?" I feigned shock and cocked my head in a flirty little tease. Expressing my intentions verbally made me tingle all over! He was so sexy, and just as cute as this big grin spread across his face. His hazel eyes sparkled and he started to blush a little. I knew now how he had been able to snag my Tina. He was both adorable and hot, and he didn't even know it. That is so incredibly sexy to us ladies. "I'd never go so far as to think anything bad about you, Ally." I pushed my toes between his legs and found him so big and hard already. His cock was stretched out against his left thigh, half way to his knee. As I dug my toes into his crotch I actually felt more of those tight scrumptious balls than I did his cock. They were hard and full and ready to empty their load inside my needy little puss, I could just sense it. I think it's good to be bad sometimes... don't you?" He squirmed a bit more in his seat, and then even more so when the waitress returned at that moment with our food. But I didn't stop kneading and rolling those bad boys with my toes the whole time she was there. Could she tell? I doubted it. I was sitting up straight and commenting on how good everything looked. Jason certainly got the double meaning as pushed extra hard while saying "everything." Once she left, he reached down into his lap and started to rub my foot, at times pushing it harder into his crotch; even looking down to watch my little red painted toes massaging him gently – and then not so gently! This went on for the next 20 minutes or so. The two of us flirting, heightening and preparing our senses for the inevitable while we picked at our lunch which had arrived not long after. When the waitress cleaned our table and asked if we wanted dessert, I looked over at Jason and saw an almost pleading look in his eyes. I just smiled smugly, offered a polite "no" and asked for the check instead. He leaned forward and touched my hand for the first time since the wedding, and I let him bring my fingers to his mouth and kiss them lightly. "So... what do we do from here? Do you have all this worked out already?" he asked, trying to keep his voice down to a whisper. I leaned forward and made fun of that little whisper and said, "How about if you just follow me, and you'll find out, Hon?" I gave him another rub along his leg with my foot. He smiled and took a deep breath and basically looked like he was in heaven. We both straightened up as she brought the check back, and he reached for the bill. I put my hand on top of his to stop him and he could read my expression, so silently relented to my paying the bill. Maybe next time I thought... and there would be many more next times! Plus, this was pretty much my doing from the get-go, and part of me got turned on by getting a younger man to go out to lunch, me pay the bill, and then drag him down to the nearest hotel and fuck his brains out. I got up and used the ladies room after taking care of the check and took care of last second touch ups while in there. I didn't want anything to stop us from going right at it as soon as we got into that room. His eyes never left me as I returned to the table, and he was bold enough to look me up and down from head to toe as I made my way toward him. "I don't think it's safe for me to stand," he whispered, looking up at me as I grabbed my purse. I smiled and leaned down, pressing my lips against ear. "Don't worry, Baby... I'll be taking care of that shortly." I walked away, knowing he was watching me and wanting me. I loved that feeling of control I had over him. Just give a man a little something to go on, and he is putty in your hands! It did take all of the self control I had not to kiss him in that parking lot after he walked me to my car. But there was no use in risking things. You never know who could be watching. I did allow him to close my car door and then once the window was down, give my knee a quick firm squeeze through my tight slacks. "Now don't you go and get lost on me, Hon," I said. "Make sure you stick extra close to me, Darling." I said this in my most sultry voice and he just smiled from ear to ear. "All afternoon if you let me!" he replied, in a somewhat shaky voice. He rushed off to his car and I pulled out to the edge of the lot and waited for him. I knew the exact place I wanted to take him. It was a bit pricey, but the rooms were nice from what I had seen online. More importantly, it was less than five minutes away! When we arrived he tried as nonchalantly as possible to make his way over to my car as I got out, but I could tell he was so excited he could scarcely contain himself. It was exactly as I felt, yet only women have a way of hiding that sort of thing I think. We made our way toward the front entrance of the hotel and Jason stopped short. "Should we go in together? I mean, does it matter? Would you rather I meet you inside, or you meet me or..." I pressed myself against him, my breasts flattening against his chest. "Are you ashamed to be seen with me or something?" I said it in a way that he would know I was joking, but also that I wanted to be seen with him. "Jesus Christ, I want you so bad!" he said, just barely loud enough for me to hear. He then reached for the door and held it open for me, while his other hand went to my ass and squeezed me hard. From that moment on his hands barely left me for a second and his body was almost constantly pressed against mine. So, I ended up standing there asking some little chicklet for a room, while a man nearly her age pressed himself into me from behind and kept his hands on my hips. He nipped at my earlobe and moved the hair away from my neck so he could nibble back there as well. I could feel my cheeks just burning every time the girl looked our way. I would have thought that this kind of thing happened very often in a big city like this, but the way she kept almost staring at me as I signed the paperwork, and that look she had given me when I asked for a king sized bed, made me feel like I was the biggest slut in the world! Maybe only men did things like this: came here with a young thing in tow, hanging all over them. Well, I had to face it. For what I was doing I was considered a slut. If she had only known that this young stud was also my best friend's husband, she probably would have choked on her bubblegum! I felt her eyes on us as we walked toward the elevator, his hands still roaming all over my butt and around to my stomach. Even though I was more than a little embarrassed by her knowing what we were there for, I was also just as excited to be showing off my catch. Thank god that elevator was empty. I couldn't bare another second of not having my tongue between those perfect lips of his. We were all over each other in an instant. I had been controlling myself so well, but everything just flew right out the window the moment he started groping me in that lobby. It was like something out of a movie, almost comical as we groped and kissed frantically and started down that course that would change our lives forever. If anyone had been on the other side of those doors when they slid open, they would have been shocked to find a forty-something, disheveled looking woman step out with a very excited twenty-something boy toy following right behind her with traces of lipstick all over him. I had thought of this moment many times over the past couple of months, and almost non-stop since that kiss in the stairwell at the wedding. Yet nothing had prepared me for what took place over the next few minutes as we at last made it inside that room. I hardly got a chance to see the layout before Jason had me pinned against the nearest wall; his hands pulling my blouse out of my slacks as he chewed and sucked on my lips. I cupped his face in my hands and thrust my tongue deep inside his mouth, tasting and kissing and swallowing. His fingers worked their way inside my blouse from underneath and squeezed my breasts roughly before unhooking the snap in the front, him groaning with approval. My babies were now free for his hands to caress and do whatever he wanted to with them; and he started by rolling both nipples between thumbs and forefingers. I exploded in a mini-orgasm and started to go weak in the knees. Jason held me up and continued devouring my lips. I felt his hands go to my belt and roughly unfasten it before he reached around and grabbed my ass in both palms. He made it clear he wanted to lift me, and I went with it, wrapping my legs around him as he carried me over to that big bed. I loved the way his cock was so hard and wedged between my legs as he crushed his body on top of me. He stood up after only a few seconds of kissing and managed to calm himself down a little, although, if he had continued to be that rough I wouldn't have protested. He slowly pulled my slacks down, deftly bringing my thong panties along with them. Not even allowing me to sit up and remove my blouse, his face was suddenly between my legs doing things I had not felt in years. I held his head, humping my pussy against his mouth, spreading my legs wide and allowing his hot tongue complete access to what he obviously craved so much. Barely able to lift my head, I watched him, my best friend's young husband, licking and sucking and nibbling my sensitive flesh until I was ready to explode all over his adorable face! I came very hard, and he refused to stop sucking on my clit, even though I was almost pleading for a reprieve. Only when he felt my juices flowing freely did he at last give me a break and go back to licking me out completely. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once: my swollen lips, inside my wet puss, forcing its way into my little puckered ass. I squirmed and tried to get away, but he would none of it. It was lovers like him that the term "eating pussy" had been invented for! At last, he stood up slowly with a shit-eat grin on his face; apparently very pleased with his performance so far. He told me I tasted wonderful, that he could stay down there forever if I'd let him. But before I said a word he started to undress. I lifted myself up onto my elbows, legs still spread wide, keeping myself completely exposed, feeling the cool air from the air-conditioner blowing over me and watched him intently. I unbuttoned my blouse with one hand as he removed his shirt, and I lay there caressing my babies as I watched him. I had seen his chest before, a couple of times, at the beach and working around their house. Of course this was long before I had a vested interest in seducing him so I had made a point not to look too hard at the time. Now though... now, he was all mine! A wonderfully shaped torso, with defined abs and those two glorious muscular lines along his hips that seem to just make a woman's eyes go right to the crotch. And as he very teasingly unbuckled his belt and lowered his slacks, I got my first view of what would bring me to more orgasms that day than I had experienced in five times as many lovemaking sessions before that! I stopped myself, made a point of focusing on his muscular arms and toned stomach; the few dark curls on his chest that started again below his navel and thickened the lower I dared to look; the animalistic look in his eyes as he took in my heaving breasts and nipples which were so sensitive and hardening in that cool air. His eyes moved down to my exposed pussy and he shook his head in obvious appreciation of my body. He let his shorts drop to the floor and quickly removed his shoes and socks. When he stood up straight, I finally let myself look at that magnificent cock. It was an amazing specimen for sure. Long and thick, with those tasty veins running all down the sides. It flexed once and I caught sight of the underside of his meaty flesh, the long soft ridge that would be shooting his cum that my burning pussy needed so bad! I reached out and tugged on him, feeling the hardness fill my hand, which barely made it all the way around. He suddenly bent down and grabbed his pants, searching furiously through the pockets. When his hand reappeared with a pack of condoms I just laughed. "Darling, I know we don't need that," I said. I wrapped my legs around him and lifted my face to kiss him. The truth of the matter was that I knew he was faithful to Tina, and I knew I certainly was healthy; but what I really wanted, needed, was to feel his hot flesh inside me. I wanted to feel him when he came, filling me with all the cum that belonged to his wife and was never meant for me. I pulled him towards me and he spread my legs again, positioning the large uncircumcised head at my entrance. He rubbed my clit with the tip, causing me to toss my head back and cry out. He was going to make me cum again if he kept that up! "Please, Baby," I pleaded. But he must not have known what I was asking, because instead of gliding into me, he just rubbed the head of his cock even harder against my clit. In moments I came again, shuddering and laying back on the bed as I rode out another intense climax. Jason took advantage of my condition, and chose that moment to thrust that glorious cock inside me for the first time. I was still cumming, and the sudden sensation of being completely filled was just breathtaking. He worked that bad boy back and forth, determined to have my tight pussy hugging every inch of him. I had no idea how little Tina had been able to take all of him, being as petite as she was. And now the knowledge that this same cock was doing the exact same thing to me: stretching me wide, filling me entirely, was just mind-boggling. I was definitely experiencing a sexual high as my eyes took in my best friend's gorgeous young husband thrusting between my widely spread legs. I wanted more and more and more! My greedy little puss started making gurgling sounds as he fucked me harder, taking me on that king sized bed. I was shocked at first; embarrassed that she was making so much noise. I had never been like this with anyone! But I was so wet and spread so wide, with his hands pressed behind my knees and holding my legs far apart. I looked up at him for reassurance and he just smiled. "Jesus Christ!" he groaned. "I love it! God, I love you being like this with me!" "Aahhhh, shit! Me too!!" I moaned. "I can't believe how noisy you make me," I whimpered. "I love it, Ally! I love you taking me all the way... you are so sexy... so gorgeous laying there like that! I never want it to end! My God, you feel so good!! I love how wet you are, love it!!" "Mmmm, God, so do I! You're going to make me cum again!!" I cried, grabbing his face and pulling him toward me. "Do me, Baby! Fuck me!!" He bent the last little bit forward and covered my mouth with his; chewing my lips and sucking my tongue, all the while fucking into my wet pussy and just making me crazy. It hurt so good, being taken by a big one like that. There were times that I had to reach between us and stop him from going too deep by pushing on those chiseled abs with my long fingers. But then the act of touching him just made me want him more, and by her own volition, my greedy little puss would try and open up wider in response! We fucked like that for I don't know how long; Jason working his long, thick cock back and forth inside me; slowing and speeding up at the absolute perfect times; churning my pussy into a frothy mess! When he stopped kissing me and bent even more, capturing a nipple between his teeth and chewing softly, I absolutely lost it. I came with a ferociousness that I didn't know was in me! My tight pussy gurgled noisily and gripped his shaft in an attempt to keep him lodged deep inside her. I felt myself gush; actually cum so hard that I could feel my wetness running out around him and down the crack of my ass, pooling on the bedspread beneath me. Jason slowed down his motions as I rode out my orgasm; leaning down again and gently sucking on my babies after having watch me cum all over him like a wanton slut. Even that in itself made me horny! Knowing that I was an honest to God mistress now; one that spread her legs for a younger married man! I have to admit, I was surprised he had not come during all that. Or maybe he had and I didn't know it. I still couldn't believe that had been all ME that made such a mess! "I could stay in here all day," he said, humping into me slowly and looking into my eyes as he lifted his head again. "You didn't come did you, Baby?" I purred. He just smiled, shook his head, and ran his hands over my stomach, my hips, my breasts. "And are we planning on coming, or was this all for my benefit?" "Hmm, I think taking care of you was benefit enough for me," he winked. "Like Hell it is!!" I responded, laughing and pushing into him, letting him fill me again. His eyes kept roaming over my body, exposed from the waist down, my upper half naked as well but for my silk blouse and front-clasp bra which were bunched to either side of me, no doubt complimenting my new slutty persona. He lifted my left foot and started kissing and then sucking on my toes. That in itself was tolerable and extremely stimulating, but when he scraped his teeth along the arch of my foot, I just could not stand it! I laughed and squirmed away, yanking my foot from his grip and pushing myself farther up the bed into the more normal sleeping position. My leg landed right in the puddle I had left on the bedspread though. "I think we should pull the bed down," I said, screwing up my face a bit and avoiding the spot as I climbed off the bed. He pulled me toward him and held me tight, looking deep into my eyes. It caught me off guard for some odd reason and I just stood there, wrapping my arms loosely around him. He was smiling and just standing there taking me in. "You are so incredibly gorgeous," he said, running a hand through my hair. I don't think I had ever felt so wanted and desired then at that moment. The kiss we then shared was long and deep; it did not still hold that same ferocious need that our previous ones had. This one was on a deeper emotional level, I felt. We took our time, and I guess the best word to describe it would be "lovingly" tasted and enjoyed one another's lips. I reached down and felt him as hard as ever (and still wet from my pussy), and I wanted him again. We slowly broke apart and we pulled the covers down. The sheets were cool from the chilly air in the room, so after I lay down he snuggled into me, and I gathered him into my arms and legs as we pulled the covers back over us. This time he rolled on top of me covering my body with his, and just as that kiss had been one of such love, this time ... we made love. Without breaking our kiss, he reached between our legs and placed his cock just inside me. It was like taking a ride on a rollercoaster, second go around. I knew what to expect, but it was still oh so thrilling. We managed to take our time this time though. It was slow and intense and we seemingly danced beneath those sheets, until we were simply too hot and I furiously kicked them off while he just kept grinding into me. He rubbed his hard pubic bone against my clit with each forward thrust, making me moan deeply into his mouth. We did not stop our kissing the entire time either, not until the last few seconds of our long drawn out climaxes. Kissing like that was something I had never experienced during the act itself. The other men I had been with seemed to think that once the sex started my mouth was only good for one thing. But not my Jason. "My Jason." Being the Other Woman I couldn't keep my hands from roaming all over his young, hard body. My fingers slid easily over the sweaty sheen on his arms, his shoulders, down his taut back and firm butt. I gripped both cheeks of his ass and pulled him into me whenever it felt as if he were pulling away and leaving me for good. I loved it. I loved every bit of it. Every inch of him. And that cock. So thick and hard. Having already left his mark on me once; using my swollen, tight little puss and stretching me until I ached deep inside. Taking me slow like that was even more unbearable; even more exquisite; even more amazing. He literally took my climax from me. I was so mesmerized by his movements, by him filling me, by those kisses that I hadn't even been concentrating on cumming. It took me be surprise. It was how sex, how love, should be. The chewing on my lips, the thrusting into me that never ceased, the groaning and breathing. I wanted this forever. I wanted this man inside me from now on. When Jason came, his cock grew larger and became even harder still as he emptied spurt after spurt of thick cum inside my pussy. My climax was made even more intense feeling him pulsing and pumping his love like that inside of me. The secret love he would have for only me. He was mine. I was his. I tingled all over with the realization that he was indeed mine now. That I had successfully seduced and bedded my best friend's husband, a man over fifteen years younger than me, who loved his wife immensely. I knew we would have to work through the guilt over time though, consoling one another in each other's arms and the other's bodies. For the rest of that afternoon, we made love, and we fucked as well to be honest. No, we did not do in "every" position, I think because that first day we were so intent with watching our new lover's face that that was much too important than the lovemaking itself. In those few short hours, we also discovered just about every little thing to make the other receive more pleasure. There were men I had been with for years that I had not connected with on that level or taken the time to learn my every need as well as he did. I did take him with me on top once, riding him and coating him with my cream, but he lasted so long and made me cum so many times that I relented to him climbing over me on outstretched arms once again to finish us both off. That was certainly my favorite position thus far; having him hovering above me, his leather surfer necklace dangling from around his neck, taking in that gorgeous young body that certainly could have nabbed any young thing his own age. I loved the smell of him, of us, of being able to reach up and bring his face down to kiss me fiercely, or motion for him to chew on my nipples again by arching my back and presenting them so wantonly for his delectable lips. I loved him being in control, taking me, making me come for him. Does this happen to all mistresses? Does the "other woman" always fall this hard? Am I the only one that found a better physical and mental connection with a friend's husband than I had with any man I'd found on my own? I pondered these things as we dressed, still taking long seconds out at a time to kiss and caress each other; particularly when he saw my thongs for the first time that afternoon. Between my legs I felt a throbbing; not one that told me I wanted more sex, but one that left me knowing that I had been made love to repeatedly for hours on end. I would be sore for days for sure, and Jason told me later that I had done the same thing to him. Never had I had a man admit something like that. It only made me want him more. Knowing we were experiencing those same intense feelings as the other. Knowing that I was woman enough to cause those sensations in a younger sexy man like that. Reluctantly, we made our way to the elevator. Much more subdued than when we had arrived. We kept looking at each other, grinning and touching; sharing the last few moments of our afternoon delight. When I reached into my purse and started to take the keys to the room out so I could turn them in, Jason gripped the hand that was holding them. We didn't say anything; just looked into each other's eyes. I knew what Jason was thinking. And no matter how sore we were our next liaison for first thing tomorrow morning was practically etched in stone at that very moment.