I Banged My Best Friend’s Wife While He Watched

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My buddy Brad called me up and invited me over to watch the ball game and have a few beers. It wasn’t a special game or anything. Just a couple buddies getting together to sit around and watch a baseball game.

I’ve known Brad since we were kids, and we’ve kept in contact ever since. He’s got some management job, and I became a cop. But he got married a couple years ago, and so we don’t see each other as much anymore. So, when he called and asked whether I’d like to come watch a game, I said, “sure”.

Brad’s wife is pretty controlling. It’s almost like he got his balls snipped when they got married, so I’m sure he had to ask before inviting me over. Leslie’s not bad to look at. In fact, she’s pretty damn sexy. But she always looks mad and succeeds at being a buzz kill.

I have to admit, I’ve imagined fucking her a time or two. She’s got a great rack and stays in pretty good shape. She runs and so her ass is perfect. The last time I was over there, she was wearing one of Brad’s T-shirts. Her titties were poking out so that I couldn’t help but look. She caught me staring but didn’t say anything.

That said, I’m sur she’s horrible to work for and I feel bad for her employees. She’s some kind of mid-level manager at a tech company. I imagine her standing above a bunch of drones in cubicles, whipping them into submission. The poor fuckers. I’d like to teach her a thing or two about submission.

So anyway, Brad and I were sitting at either end of the couch drinking cold beer. The inning had ended seconds before. Brad got up and headed toward the kitchen.

“You want another one?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Sure. One more, then I gotta stop. I work tomorrow.”

He came back in and handed me an open bottle. In the hall, Leslie was standing with her hands on her hips. She looked like she was going to start yelling at us for being too loud or something. We kind of ignored her, so she cleared her throat. We both peeled our eyes from the television and stared up at her.

“Mark, I told Brad that I want to sleep with you,” she said.

My brain tried to switch from watching a baseball to comprehending what she was saying. Her expression didn’t change, and I set my beer down on the end table next to me.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Absolutely. Are you game?”

I glanced over at Brad who avoided looking me in the eye. Leslie had a mild smile on her evil lips, and so I looked again at Brad.

“And you’re OK with this?” I asked.

“Yeah. If that’s what she wants. Go ahead.” Brad replied.

I turned back to Leslie who explained, “Brad’s going to videotape it.” After a pause, she added, “So, come on.”

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