Guys (and also the sexy women who I’ve come to find out have been reading my blog), I just got a really smoking hot email from a friend’s husband who I treated to some pleasure, and until he came to realize that no, when I did what he wrote about, I wasn’t looking for my next husband or to break up my friend’s marriage, I was just being, well, Dolly. That said, here is his story about what happened between us, written from his own, first person point of view. Sigh, I’m so flattered by my friend’s husband’s letter of lust:
I wish I could pinpoint what it was about Dolly that made me do what I did. Maybe it was that she was a blonde, Lord knows I’ve always had a weakness for them, even though I married a brunette, and a gorgeous brunette I should add. Yes, my wife’s friend Dolly has an amazing body consisting of flawless enhanced boobs, long nipples perfect for sucking, flat stomach, perfect little bubble butt, long slender toned runner’s legs, but it’s more than that. Her face, she is gorgeous to say the least. Those blue eyes, that movie star smile, no wonder she causes cars to wreck into one another. The best way I can describe Dolly: she’s a walking wet dream.
The problem was she’s my wife’s friend. Now before you judge me, please let me tell you my story. When you’re done feel free to call me whatever name you want. But don’t call me a liar, because my story about how Dolly went from my wife’s friend to the object of my lust and what happened between us is the God’s honest truth.
The first time I met Dolly I noticed her beauty and body and sex appeal, but since she was my wife’s friend, and I was in love with my wife, I didn’t lust after Dolly. At least not consciously. She was just another one of my wife’s hot friends. Hot women tend to congregate. It’s like a club. My wife is also very attractive with an amazing body. It wasn’t until one seemingly innocent gesture from Dolly that turned me from devoted husband to a risk it all hopefully soon to be adulterer. Ah, to commit adultery with Dolly. Oh, the power of true lust to inspire me to risk pretty much everything I have in life to be with her. And then to actually be with her. So hot.
It all started when a business opportunity presented itself on a Friday afternoon. It was the kind of opportunity that people dream of, the kind that could set me up for years to come. I’m a financial planner, and one of my most valued prospects was a client of Dolly’s yacht building business and he was so impressed with her financial wherewithal as they discussed the financing and tax abatements that he should follow in connection with his purchase that he voluntarily said to her, “I wish you were a financial advisor, mine just told me he’s retiring at the end of the year and none of his children followed him into the business so I should start looking for a new advisor.” Dolly, sweet as well as sexy and smart (a deadly triple crown, you know?) suggested me and suddenly I had the appointment I dreamt of for first thing Monday morning to meet with him and his tax lawyer and I was feeling confident that I would land the business.
Immediately I started getting prepared. Dropped my best suit off at the cleaners, went and bought a new pair of expensive dress shoes and a designer tie. All I needed now was a haircut to feel and look my best. I called up the only lady that has cut my hair for years only to find out she was out of town on vacation.
This was a problem for me. I wanted to look my best and didn’t trust just anyone to cut my hair. As luck would have it, my wife mentioned to me that Dolly has such a magical relationship with her hairdresser that he’ll drop everything for her whenever she asks, and that she’d be glad to ask, a favor. The call was made and Sunday afternoon I found myself sitting in his salon, with Dolly having come along to introduce me and kibbutz with him while I was getting my haircut.
Funny thing was, it was my first time seeing Dolly dressed casual. All the other times were at social functions, me with my wife, and Dolly sometimes with a plus one and sometimes confidently solo since she divorced some years back. These were the types of events where she was dressed to the hilt. This time she had her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. She wore a running top that ends up looking sexy if the woman wearing it has a bangin’ body, so of course on Dolly it looked sexy, and running shorts that made her legs look even longer, which I didn’t know was possible to do. While I don’t think she did it on purpose, she looked incredibly sexy. That was another thing about Dolly, she was sexy even when she wasn’t trying. I kept my eyes and thoughts in check as her stylist made his way around me cutting and snipping my hair. Then when he had some trimmers she innocently stepped up close so he could hear her over the buzzing, and she was intimately close to me, resting a hand on my shoulder, and sometimes brushed against me with her boobs or ass, and I held my composure as I knew this was just what a referee calls incidental contact. To me, I would call it flagrant. I thought I saw her wink at me in the mirror. My cock throbbed.
It was at the end of the haircut that forever changed my thoughts and feelings for Dolly. When Mr. Stylist finished both the haircut and his story about the married man he’d seduced and corrupted (Sorry to interrupt, this is Dolly—I was so jealous of my stylist, I’d been trying to seduce and corrupt that same hot married man and was feeling that maybe I’d lost a little sex appeal, so the story of the married hottie being seduced by my gay hairdresser explained a lot and came as a relief!), the stylist asked Dolly, not me, what she thought, and she stepped in snugly behind me, hunched down, looking into the mirror along with me, and she took her nails and ran them over my scalp and then began massaging my head. Now, I know this is a common practice for stylists to do, at least a man to a woman or a woman to a man, and it was not first time I’ve had that done–but Dolly wasn’t the stylist. It wasn’t what she did, it was how she did it. With just her hands on my head she made my toes curl. My whole body reacted and instantly I became putty in her hands. Her touch was electric and her lightning bolt shot through me. I know that sounds crazy, but at that moment I fell madly in lust with Dolly. She licked her lips, and I could swear she blew me a little kiss.
As the days and weeks passed by I did my best to put thoughts of her out of my head. It didn’t work however. Whenever I had sex with my wife, in my mind I was fucking Dolly. Other times I was alone, jacking myself, imagining that I was fucking Dolly. Not just missionary boring sex, either, but kinky, athletic positions like reverse cowgirl fucking like you see in a porn, or doggie style, and I imagined her cries of pleasure, calling my name, and begging me to take her, to fuck her like I wished my wife would let me, to breed her. Made my dick grow even harder to imagine me bareback, seeding Dolly’s perfect body with my DNA. Whenever Dolly’s name came up in conversation with my wife, I always asked questions about her. All the while doing my best to be subtle, while mentally locking away any information I could about my lustful crush.
I knew Dolly was single again, and had heard whispers now and then about a bit of a wild side. Sometimes more than a whisper when she’d confided her wild times to my wife. Who would tell me. Call it verbal Viagra. How she wasn’t married was beyond me, still can’t imagine two guys were lucky enough to have been married to her and both blew it.. She was smart, funny, had a heart of gold, beautiful; built like a brick you-know-what house, and all that with a freaky side…. The only thing I could think of was she was too much for the average guy to handle.
I hoped as time passed that my thoughts of her would subside. They didn’t. The urges increased, when I wasn’t having sex with thoughts of Dolly in my head, I was masturbating to her and soon not just when I was alone, but also as my wife slept next to me. My mind always pondering what she was doing, what she was wearing. Trying to imagine her hands on me. How her body would smell, the blend of subtle but seductive perfume mixed with her female bodily excitement. I imagined her mouth hungrily kissing me, turned on by tasting her own pussy from my mouth after I’d eaten her to a couple orgasms before she mounted me, pinned my wrists next to my ears, lowered her body onto mine, took me inside her and kissed me deeply…Oh God, Dolly had turned me into a dog in heat just by running her hands through my hair. What would it be like if she touched me all over? I was consumed by thoughts of Dolly’s hands and mouth destroying me.
The next time I saw her, I went from a dog in heat to a rabid wolf. My wife and I were out shopping when my wife got a call from Dolly. Of course I made no objections when I was told we needed to stop by Dolly’s house to pick something up. As we walked into her house my legs buckled when I saw Dolly greeting us at the door. She was wearing a white tank top with no bra. If that wasn’t enough, her nipples were sticking out, stretching the material thin, with a band of trim, tanned toned abs and lower back between her short skirt and that tank top. And those legs, that bare skin, bare feet, great pedicure, she just looked ready for anything. Instantly made me imagine those feet locked behind my ass while I pumped my married manhood into her body. For me, few things are sexier than how I saw Dolly that day. Fuck, this woman was making me lose my mind. I was drunk with lust for her.
The things I wanted to do to this woman. My mind was constantly coming up with fantasies the two of us could experience. Places we’d fuck in public. How I wanted to hear her scream my name and proclaim that I was fucking her liked she hadn’t been fucked before. She had a body built for sin and there was nothing I didn’t want to explore with her. Images of her nude body laid out before me were never far from my mind. Forget about 50 Shades or 9 1/2 weeks, those movies and even most of the MILF porn I’d seen all seemed to pale to the passion we’d create. I swore if I opened the dictionary and turned to the definition of “sex”, I’d find Dolly’s picture.
I played it cool, but as time passed I began to wonder about how to turn my fantasies into reality. Wondering if Dolly would risk her friendship with my wife for a fling with me. If only I could get her alone. Talk to her. See if she had any sort of attraction to me. Wondering if she’d even accept any advances made by me. Was the desire mutual or all on my side? Was I really willing to risk my marriage only to be rejected by her? Every time I played it out in my head-actually going for it and not just the sex- it ended with her slapping me in my face and running to tell my wife what I tried.
Sure, I was scared. Not only was I married, with so much to lose, but this was Dolly. How could I possibly be enough man to satisfy that Goddess of Lust and Desire? As incredible as she was, as much as I craved her, the risk of rejection was too much. Plus what would it do to my wife? Having an affair would be bad enough, but to do it with one of her friends…. I’d hate myself just as much as she would hate me. My wife is gorgeous, like I said, she’s a close friend of Dolly’s, and she’s pretty confident and sexy in her own right. Very few women in South Florida could make my wife feel insecure. It’s just that one of the few was Dolly Jewel and her husband wanted to fuck Dolly Jewel. I’d have to be scum to do that to someone I loved. Yet I was still haunted by thoughts of Dolly. She wasn’t just unbelievably fuckable, she was one of coolest chicks you’d ever meet.
Instead of looking for ways to fuck her, I started looking for flaws. There had to be a way for me to turn my lust to disgust. If I could just find something about her that I didn’t like, these fantasies would go away. I don’t want to be a guy that cheats, or come between two friends, or hurt someone just for an unforgettable fuck. And yes, fucking Dolly, I was sure it would be unforgettable.
That’s when a new problem arose. The more I found out, the more I liked about her. Nothing not to like. She had been through a lot in her life and I admired her strength and resolve. Not only that, she was compassionate, driven and the least judgmental person ever. The more I wanted to find her unappealing, the more I started to respect Dolly. Now, instead of just an incredible piece of ass, she was an amazing individual. My lust was turning into love. How was this happening? How could I turn my feelings for her off?
As time passed I did my best to forget about her. I decided I didn’t want to be another obstacle in her life to overcome, like when she missed out on the Olympics because of injury or that schmuck of an ex-husband of hers who ended up in rehab (he had Dolly and turned instead to drugs?! WTF was he thinking??). As infatuated as I was, my respect for her outweighed my desire. My wife also picked up on some of my excessive inquiries. She even did her best to drive a wedge between us fearing my intentions concerning her friend weren’t all pure. She stopped inviting Dolly over for all of the pre- and post- social function drinks, like she’d always done before. And once I overheard her saying disparaging things about Dolly that weren’t all true. As if Dolly was really such a sex machine that she’d accepted cash gifts from lovers as thanks, who was my wife kidding telling that story (Hi, Dolly again; like I said before, if he only knew!) I guess I hadn’t been discreet, and Dolly being Dolly, my wife didn’t want Dolly taking me up on what she was pretty sure I was offering.
I was almost ready to give up. All my attempts to be alone with Dolly to proclaim my feelings failed. Sometimes there seemed to be a gentleman friend in the picture, but never the same guy for long. I was actually heartbroken that she would never know how much I desired and cared for her. Felt like a schoolboy with a hot sixth grade teacher. Though my actual sixth grade teacher, Miss Healy was pretty but nowhere near as hot as Dolly. I knew it was more than lust. More than just a crush. The only thing I took comfort in was knowing that at least I didn’t hurt anyone. Well no one but myself.
Then something happened that changed everything. Dolly apparently had gone through a breakup with some guy and was left again on her own.(Dolly here again, guys–Okay, he was reading things wrong. None of these guys were boyfriends. Fuckbuddies was more like it. Some were even Dolly dates who were single who I took to functions near my home–and imagine that, they’d pay me even when I told them they didn’t have to, they were doing me a favor. If he’d known, he’d realize he actually had a great chance with me.*Wink!). I wanted to be there for her. If she only knew how much I cared for her. I hated these guys she would show up with and then I wouldn’t see again at the next formal occasion. (Guys, this means you, but not to worry, he doesn’t really hate you, not now that I’ve clued him in) They didn’t deserve her. (Yes, you do!) Definitely couldn’t handle such a woman. (No comment *Wink!) I suffered in silence unable to give her the thing I wished she wanted most. Me. I know, I’m such a dreamer.
I guess enough time had passed and I’d cooled it enough that when my wife arranged a Friday night get together with a few of her friends, Dolly was included. A girls night out that included my wife and Dolly, and all the while I was home jacking it to thoughts of Dolly, while rubbing my own wife’s satin panties on my cock. I was excited by the night out because thanks to social media it meant I’d get to see new pictures of Dolly posted by my wife’s friends. Anything involving Dolly was a source of joy for me, even pictures. I had gotten use to admiring her from afar. It also was obvious to me that as much as I tried to push my feelings for Dolly aside, those feelings for her hadn’t diminished.
My phone rang around 1 a.m. that night. It was Dolly’s phone, and my heart soared! Alas, it wasn’t Dolly calling me to come fuck her senseless, it was my wife. Why was she calling on Dolly’s phone? She was trashed and told me she had lost her phone, so she didn’t have her Uber app, and she needed a ride home, could I just come get her? This wasn’t the first time I had to pick her up from a bar after a night out. I try to discourage Uber anyway, partly because I’m always concerned about my pretty wife getting into some strange guy’s car and partly because I always hope I’ll get to see Dolly when I pick up my wife.. My wife was very much a lightweight drinker and I was always more than happy to keep someone from driving drunk. Since she’d told me she lost her phone, I used the app on my phone to freeze and deactivate hers so no private information could be stolen, and then I drove to where Dolly told me when she took her phone back. Oh, that accent, my cock stiffened again. As I pulled up I saw my wife sitting on the sidewalk. There beside her was Dolly.
“Your wife is beyond drunk, but don’t worry, I think she’s already thrown up everything she had in her and I made her rinse with a lot of water before we came out here to the curb, so your car interior should be safe. Also, I need a ride home. Would you mind?” asked a only slightly intoxicated Dolly. “No problem” I calmly replied. As my imagination started rummaging through my Dolly fuck fantasies, II picked up my wife and realized just how intoxicated she was. I figured the best place for her was laying down in the back seat. Dolly opened the back door as I maneuvered her inside. Drunk wifey hardly budged as I positioned her inside the best I could. Dead to the world. As I closed the door, Dolly got into the front seat of my car. I took a deep breath as I sat down and started the engine. Dolly turned to me with a mischievous smile and I surmised that she was actually just happily buzzed. Aware of her surroundings and responsible, but over the legal limit and not driving. My thought was, oh, the perfect level of alcohol use, probably has her desire up but hasn’t impacted her ability.
When I pulled away from the curb and onto the street, Dolly thanked me for giving her a ride home. As she said this she leaned over and placed her head on my shoulder as I drove. Without even thinking I reached over and placed my hand on her leg. She was wearing a short dress and without even trying my hand landed on her bare flesh. Oh my God, so much smoother, sexier, firm toned muscle beneath… who has amazing skin like this? What would these legs feel like wrapped around mine as our sweaty bodies slapped together…What the fuck body lotion does she use, I want to get some and rub it into my cock the next time I stroke myself. I snickered as I had that thought. My mind was a whirlwind. I’m sure I said, you’re welcome, but honestly my only recollection was the feeling of her smooth inner thigh.
I was frozen with fear. Was this too forward, should I remove my hand, should I apologize? It wasn’t on purpose, it was just my natural reaction to her placing her head on my shoulder. Just as I was about to say something, Dolly lifted her head off my shoulder and I put my hand back on the steering wheel. “These are killing me”, she said leaning forward to unbuckle her sexy heels.
With both her shoes removed she turned to the back seat to check on my wife, then once again placed her head on my shoulder. And those sexy legs, with a great pedicure on my dashboard displayed a toenail polish color that must be called, “Lust Red”. My heart was beating out of my chest at this point. I had my wife passed out behind me and the woman I have been drooling over leaning her head on my shoulder as I drove down the road. I desperately wanted to return my hand to her thigh but now that I was aware, the decision wasn’t as easy.
Turns out I didn’t have to make a decision. Before I could decide on how to proceed Dolly grabbed my hand and pulled it to her lap. With her leg now bent towards me because of her amazing bare feet being up, my hand found itself even higher on her thigh, inches from her sex. She hugged my arm as my hand gripped her flesh. My hand has never been happier than that moment. I could feel the heat radiating from Dolly’s body.
For so long I have desired her. Now here I was with her head on my shoulder, my hand on her upper thigh. My cock was hard the instant I felt her flesh, by this point it was throbbing. It was also beyond uncomfortable because it was twisted up in my boxers. I had no choice but to use my other hand to adjust myself. The mound in my jeans was now clearly obvious and Dolly’s own lusty, slutty blue eyes were fixated on my lap as her head still rested on my shoulder. God how I wanted to look into those eyes as I came.
Not wanting the moment to end or to miss out on the opportunity, I started to move my fingers in circles on her inner thigh. With each circle my fingers climbed higher up her leg. Slowly they crept, I wanted to give her the opportunity to stop me if she wished. She didn’t stop my pursuit and as I reached her sex I marveled as I could feel the wetness of her soaked panties. I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted, I had to feel inside her. Now or never…
Just as my finger moved inside her panties, Dolly lowered one of her hands onto my lap and began outlining my cock through my jeans. I found her clit and pinched it between my fingers. As I did this I heard a soft gasp, then a deep moan escape Dolly’s mouth. Yes! Her hand also locked onto my cock instead of just tracing its profile. I released her clit and slid my two fingers inside her.
During this time of exploration I was so caught up into what was happening between Dolly and I that I was driving without thinking and was in her driveway just as my fingers found their way inside her. I wanted to slap myself as the car came to a stop outside her house. I knew it couldn’t go any further with my wife in the back seat, but completely devastated that this time together was ending. As I withdrew my fingers, Dolly squeezed my cock one more time, kissed me on my neck and whispered “Goodnight” into my ear. Just before she opened the door she took my hand, lifted it to her mouth, and sexily licked her flavor off my fingers. Her eyes sparkled. I watched her amazing ass as she walked toward her front door, barefoot (again, a turn on for me), her fuck-me heels dangling from two fingers, Just before she closed the door, she looked over her shoulder, gave me that Dolly smile, and winked. Oh fuck! I punched the steering wheel when the door closed behind her.
Returning home I got my wife into bed and laid down beside her. I didn’t sleep that night. I wanted to run to Dolly and finish what we started in my car. That wouldn’t be right though. It wouldn’t be fair to Dolly or my wife. She stopped being someone I just wanted to fuck, and now Dolly was someone for whom I needed a plan to make everything work the way I wanted. I wanted Dolly. Not just her body, not just for pleasure, not just for a night. I wanted a life with her. (Dolly here again — Spoiler alert! They’re still married. He understands that I may like to play, but I’m not buying, only borrowing and then returning the merchandise. Like when my father goes fishing—catch and release only. My friend, his wife, she’s the real deal for him, and he now understands the difference between infatuation and love. Not that I haven’t fucked many a married friend’s husband…**Two winks!)
At sunrise my mind and body were still high on Dolly. My thoughts consumed with the feeling of her fingers gently tracing my cock. The warmth and wetness of her pussy as she accepted my fingers inside her. Her tongue tasting her pussy from those fingers. Oh how I wanted my cock to follow where my fingers had already dared. Whoever could have imagined I’d be jealous of my fingers?
I knew I couldn’t last. I fantasized that the action in the car meant that my feelings were shared by Dolly, that they were mutual. Still, I needed a push, some sort of signal and in my mind she gave me that the moment she placed her head on my shoulder. The moment she opened her legs for me and allowed me to feel her from the inside. The moment she took my throbbing cock in her hands. She wasn’t just looking to be pleasured, she want to please me as well. Yes, I rationalized all of it. I imagined my drive back to her house to confess my feelings to Dolly.
Maybe Dolly would ask me, “what makes you think that you deserve me?” To which I’d answer, “I look at you and you are everything I ever wanted. If you just give me a chance I’ll give you all of me and never give you anything less than my all. I stand before you now willing to do whatever it takes for us to be together.”
I’m sure she’ll ask me about my wife, her friend. I’ll tell her how my wife is wonderful, but doesn’t compare, no one can. if I can’t have you, I don’t want anyone. I’m done pretending to be happy. Done being unfulfilled. Done being with anyone but the best. My only wish is for one chance to show you that I’m the one you were meant for.
So I made the drive to Dolly’s. I honestly didn’t know which way it’d go or what to expect as I pulled into her driveway and parked my car. I didn’t recognize the car I was parked next to, but it was shiny, new and luxurious, just what I expect from Dolly. I imagined riding with her in that car, our hands getting busy as they had the night before, only without my wife in the back seat, and I would end up in that back seat with Dolly…. I walked up to her house and knocked three times. The door opened and there stood Dolly.
So here’s where his story ended. Not lying! I could tell you that I was nude when he arrived, I’d heard a car pull up that I wasn’t expecting because a dear friend with whom I occasionally exchange bodily fluids and trade orgasms was in town and had already arrived, and we were about to get busy when I heard that car. Or I could tell you that I was in a short, satin robe, panties but no bra, when I answered the door, barefoot like I’ve noticed he likes me, and said “took you long enough, I thought our fun in the car made it clear you should get right back here”. Or maybe that unfamiliar car belonged to a certain world class athlete, a fellow blonde woman with a tight body who like me just needs a little lady love mixed in with her steady supply of cock in her life, and he knocked on the door just when I said to her, “Eat me the way you do like no one else can” and so my friend’s husband first got to watch me with her, and then I guided him through his first ever fully interactive three way, but not his last because when he told me he wanted to keep fucking me I told him only if I could fuck his wife and so his second fully interactive three way included his wife, who like the man wrote is gorgeous.
But I’m such a tease, I’ll just let you imagine what came next. Or rather, WHO came next….
THE END
Purely fictional fantasy for your reading pleasure!