So my husband and I have not had a great sex life for years. I've always been attracted to my best friend's husband, and for the past little while he's been a huge comfort to me. This is what happened the last time they came to visit...

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They were finally alone. The other two had gone to bed a little while before, and they sat on the couch, both acting as if everything was normal. She felt like the air between them was electric. It had been so long since she had felt his hands on her, and she craved his touch.

Finally, she got up the courage to ask, "do you think you could massage my lower back a little? It's sore like all the time these days." She chuckled nervously. He agreed. The moment his hands touched her back she felt her nipples harden, she looked down and could see

Everything I've described in this story up until the main character is actually caught, happened. From there, I let my imagination run away with me a little...

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The young woman and her friend had been up most of the night talking. Unsatisfied with her husband sexually, she and her friend were having the age old conversation they'd always had about what to do about it. They were having a sleep over, and she was laying in her friend's bed, facing her. They were whispering so as not to wake the others, and their faces were incredibly close.

At the end of their conversation, nothing really resolved, and the young woman feeling just as disappointed and frustrated as ever, the two women get even closer and hug. The young woman buries her face in her friend's chest, as her friend

I've always been attracted to my best friend's husband. Since my sex life with my own husband is pretty terrible, I've been flirting with and fantasizing about him. This is the story I wrote after saying goodbye to him in my skimpy pjs one morning after I slept over at their house.

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She came down the stairs eager for her last few moments of touch, knowing this would have to be enough to hold her off until the next time. Moving quickly down the last few steps, her large breasts swollen from the pregnancy moved under her tight tank top like liquid. Rounding the corner she saw he was already at the door, ready to leave. She hoped he noticed her hard nipples poking through her shirt in anticipation, her long legs moving swiftly in the short shorts she always wore to bed, especiall