My husband, Eric a great guy. We had been together for five years, and he always treated me as though I was someone really special. I felt so secure with him that I was sure we would be together forever. So it came as a huge shock when he suggested that I seduce a friend of his, a good-looking black guy that he works with and hangs out with.
Eric and his friend Michael had known each other for a few years. Michael was single and didn't date often as far as I knew. I couldn't figure out why as he was hot.
While Eric was confident, outgoing, and could talk to anyone with disarming ease, Michael was more quiet and reserved. Though he'd been around for as long as I'd known Eric, I never felt like I actually knew him.
Eric constantly worried about his friend, and was forever trying to set him up on a series of dates, but most of the time Michael wouldn't even turn up. One night, after a few drinks, Eric made the startling revelation that Michael had once had the hots for me. I nearly fell over! But his next words almost made me *******.
"I think you should come on to him," Eric said seriously. "Not because I want anything to happen, of course. But I think it would help him to know what it feels like when someone he's attracted to could possibly like him back."
I flat-out refused at first. I couldn't believe that Eric would even want another guy looking at me — even if nothing was going to happen. But he seemed to be so genuinely concerned about his friend that gradually he and his plan won me over.
We decided to throw a dinner party, invite Michael and have Eric be called away to a fake work emergency at the last moment. Then I would engage in some seductive small talk, bat my eyelids a few times, and make Michael feel special.
The night of the dinner party arrived. Wearing a low cut red dress and killer heels, I at least looked the part. Michael arrived, and Chris took his false phone call, leaving quickly to go to the "hospital" — he was really going down to the pub to watch a game of football for a few hours!
And then, as I smiled warmly at Michael over the candlelit table, a funny thing happened. He relaxed. In fact, he didn't just relax, he completely opened up. I realized that this was the first time he and I had ever been alone. He told me that he'd always loved me, but that seeing me and Eric together made him so anxious he could barely stand it. And that's why he'd never had a serious relationship in all the time that I'd known him.
As we talked, I realized that Michael wasn't everything that he seemed. He wasn't, apparently, so shy when I wasn't around. For someone who I had thought had absolutely no personality, it suddenly became clear that Michael was a really nice and special guy.
And I'd had a lot to *******.
So when Michael leaned over to kiss me, I couldn't help but kiss him back. Michael had secretly desired me for the past five years! That can make a girl feel pretty amazing, and it was suddenly like my husband didn't even exist.
Before I knew it, things had moved into the bedroom, and within minutes Michael was making hot love to me on Eric's and my bed. I hadn't anticipated things going this far but there I was, being passionately fucked by my husband's friend and loving it. He was a spectacular lover. It was the best sex of my love. Michael's body was so muscular and tight and he was much bigger than Eric!
Michael's first thought after our moment of passion was Eric. He couldn't believe he had betrayed his best friend. If it's possible, I think he was even more devastated than I was, and he quickly left, after making me promise that I wouldn't tell.
Eric arrived home an hour later, excited to see how it was going. Knowing that Michael would never want to repeat our betrayal, I knew that I could lose everything. With a heavy heart, I told Eric that Michael had not expressed interest in my seduction and left shortly after dinner had finished. Disappointed, Eric agreed that we should probably never mention the night to Michael again.
Nothing was said about it again but a week later, Eric admitted that he had hidden a camera in out bedroom that day and had captured our whole sexual encounter. I felt bad, but Eric had wanted it to happen and was know enjoying being able to watch the whole episode on his computer. I thought "what the hell, he asked me to do it." Now my husband knew that I had not only slept with his friend, but that I had loved every minute of it.
Eric and his friend Michael had known each other for a few years. Michael was single and didn't date often as far as I knew. I couldn't figure out why as he was hot.
While Eric was confident, outgoing, and could talk to anyone with disarming ease, Michael was more quiet and reserved. Though he'd been around for as long as I'd known Eric, I never felt like I actually knew him.
Eric constantly worried about his friend, and was forever trying to set him up on a series of dates, but most of the time Michael wouldn't even turn up. One night, after a few drinks, Eric made the startling revelation that Michael had once had the hots for me. I nearly fell over! But his next words almost made me *******.
"I think you should come on to him," Eric said seriously. "Not because I want anything to happen, of course. But I think it would help him to know what it feels like when someone he's attracted to could possibly like him back."
I flat-out refused at first. I couldn't believe that Eric would even want another guy looking at me — even if nothing was going to happen. But he seemed to be so genuinely concerned about his friend that gradually he and his plan won me over.
We decided to throw a dinner party, invite Michael and have Eric be called away to a fake work emergency at the last moment. Then I would engage in some seductive small talk, bat my eyelids a few times, and make Michael feel special.
The night of the dinner party arrived. Wearing a low cut red dress and killer heels, I at least looked the part. Michael arrived, and Chris took his false phone call, leaving quickly to go to the "hospital" — he was really going down to the pub to watch a game of football for a few hours!
And then, as I smiled warmly at Michael over the candlelit table, a funny thing happened. He relaxed. In fact, he didn't just relax, he completely opened up. I realized that this was the first time he and I had ever been alone. He told me that he'd always loved me, but that seeing me and Eric together made him so anxious he could barely stand it. And that's why he'd never had a serious relationship in all the time that I'd known him.
As we talked, I realized that Michael wasn't everything that he seemed. He wasn't, apparently, so shy when I wasn't around. For someone who I had thought had absolutely no personality, it suddenly became clear that Michael was a really nice and special guy.
And I'd had a lot to *******.
So when Michael leaned over to kiss me, I couldn't help but kiss him back. Michael had secretly desired me for the past five years! That can make a girl feel pretty amazing, and it was suddenly like my husband didn't even exist.
Before I knew it, things had moved into the bedroom, and within minutes Michael was making hot love to me on Eric's and my bed. I hadn't anticipated things going this far but there I was, being passionately fucked by my husband's friend and loving it. He was a spectacular lover. It was the best sex of my love. Michael's body was so muscular and tight and he was much bigger than Eric!
Michael's first thought after our moment of passion was Eric. He couldn't believe he had betrayed his best friend. If it's possible, I think he was even more devastated than I was, and he quickly left, after making me promise that I wouldn't tell.
Eric arrived home an hour later, excited to see how it was going. Knowing that Michael would never want to repeat our betrayal, I knew that I could lose everything. With a heavy heart, I told Eric that Michael had not expressed interest in my seduction and left shortly after dinner had finished. Disappointed, Eric agreed that we should probably never mention the night to Michael again.
Nothing was said about it again but a week later, Eric admitted that he had hidden a camera in out bedroom that day and had captured our whole sexual encounter. I felt bad, but Eric had wanted it to happen and was know enjoying being able to watch the whole episode on his computer. I thought "what the hell, he asked me to do it." Now my husband knew that I had not only slept with his friend, but that I had loved every minute of it.
