BLOG 16 -Trying to resist

I watched in amazement as she cleaned her second plat of pot roast ironically washing it down with a diet coke. She knew what I was thinking as she sat across from me at our dinner table smiling at me from time to time during dinner looking with her eyes sparkling. I wondered what she was thinking about; did the sound of our sex turn her on? If she was feeling offended by what we were doing, she could have easily made her presence known by knocking on the door but she didn’t. I smiled to myself as my ego grew tall and wide because I knew I gave my wife one of the best orgasmic experiences she has had in a while. I found myself in the middle of an awkward moment but I just smiled and joked as if nothing was wrong. Her mother stood up from the table to take care of her dishes when I found myself scanning her contour with my eyes. She looked very sexy to be in her mid sixties and that’s how I hoped my wife would look when she turned sixty. Her breasts were still looking perky and firm complimenting her flat tummy and her round curvy ass looked like it still had some jiggle in it. I wondered did she still get her action on because truth be told I would love to get me some of that. I excused myself from the table leaving them to have their usual girl talk time picking up my pants from in front of the laundry room to get my cell phone. I tossed the clothes in the hamper in the laundry room and made my way back to our bedroom.

I held the phone in my hand trying to resist turning it on but curiosity got the best of me. I turned on the phone in anticipation of another e-mail and when the screen opened, I had one new message. I sat on the bed with my heart pounding wanting to open and read the message but not wanting to risk my wife walking in and catching me reading it…

BLOG 15 - "Dripping wet"

I began to slow my clitoral attack easing her mind and body downward from the combined intensity of multiple orgasms. I was no longer flicking my tongue and finger like humming bird wings it was more like soft swirling tongue suckling with light G spot caressing. She was breathing heavy and fast when she whispered “damn baby that was so good” slurring when she spoke letting her body lay limp on the washer. It was during the silence between her seductive moaning that I realized that the washer had completed its cycle. My index finger was dripping wet when I pulled it out from between her puckering pussy lips. I started kissing my way back up her stomach when round two was interrupted. We heard an unfamiliar cell phone ringing coming from our kitchen then answered by a muffled female voice. I got up quickly to see who was violating the security of our personal space when I recognized a familiar voice talking. “Oh shit, your mother is here,” I said as I opened the laundry room door slightly to look out. “Oh my god do you think she heard us in here” my wife said as her face turned red with embarrassment. We scrambled to find clothes to put on as we laughed at the fact that we undressed in the kitchen where she was sitting. “I hate when she just pops up like that, you need to get our door key back from her,” I said upset about not being able to get my action on. She walked out first to greet her mother and block the hallway so I could make my half-naked way down the hall to get dressed. My wife and her mother are super cool and very close but this was going a bit too far,” I thought to myself feeling caught as if I was a child. I returned about fifteen minutes later dressed smelling like mouth wash feeling embarrassed when I walked past the clothes pile her mother put next to the washroom door. I greeted her with a hug and smile thinking “damn how long has she been here” noticing that she had taken the roast out of the oven and had finished her first helping. “I didn’t hear anything when she came in; how could I over the roar of the running washing machine. I guess she got dinner and a show because I know she heard us in the washroom getting it on”

BLOG 14 - "Yes baby yes, don't stop!"

I bent over standing in front of her with my face deep between her legs spreading her pussy lips with my tongue. It circled upward to her hard clit then down to the opening where I enjoyed the creamy fruit of my efforts. She welcomed my penetrating index finger with a sexy whispering moan as I pushed it in slowly palm facing upward. I bent my finger as if I was motioning her to come to me as I called her orgasm with a G spot massage. I was giving her my best performance moaning from the vibration of the washing machine against the tip of my erection. My thoughts were aroused and focused on the vision of the young sexy intern combined with the physical sensations of my washroom interlude. The washer roared as it spun fast on the final rinse cycle vibrating violently adding to the intensity of my foreplay. “Yes baby, yes don’t stop,” she shouted as she moaned loudly approaching the edge of her first orgasm. Her body shook wildly when she reached her climax thrusting her hips hard into my finger and tongue as I tried to control her movement. My head bounced up and down in the rhythm of her gyrating thrusts as her body vibrated like the washer from the fluttering motion of my flicking tongue. “Yes” she screamed over and over feeling the strong orgasmic contractions of her puckering pussy lips. She howled one long high-pitched moan in ecstasy as I worked my finger and tongue as fast as I could. I worked them together with controlled aggression creating all of the friction on her clit and G spot that I could physically produce. She grabbed the back of my head smashing my face into her super sensitive triangle no longer gyrating just trembling and screaming. Her second and third orgasms came back to back quickly sending a rushing river of thick white cream running down my finger into my palm and spilling off the side of my hand…

BLOG 13 - Weird kind of threesome

With her hips gyrating against my mid section, she wrapped her legs around my waist crossing her feet behind my thighs. My left hand was palm down caressing her right breast dragging the length of my index finger gently up and down on top of the sensitive part of her nipple. Gently squeezing it between my middle and ring fingers licking the exposed tip perturbing through the backside of my hand. I reached up with my right hand placing it on her left breast pushing both of my hands together to suckle both nipples at the same time. Her size thirty two D cup breasts were perky and soft to the touch beautifully shaped as they responded to the touch of my flicking tongue. I wondered did the intern have soft breasts like my wife as I began comparing them against each other. The nipple teasing ended with the right amount of time spent admiring and exploring around them as I moved downward licking across her navel. I envisioned my boss’s wife again in my mind with my eyes closed placing her face and body over my wife's silhouette as my wife enjoyed my foreplay skills. I was aroused sexually by who my boss’s wife was respecting her office authority but deep inside really wanting to sex her at the same time. I wanted to control her using my wife’s flesh and my vivid imagination, forcing her to open her legs with my flicking tongue. She did exactly what I wanted her to do as her legs opened like a flower in the morning catching the rays from the sun. She placed her hands on the back of my head as I teased her again by licking around the shape of her triangle. When I got back to the top stopping directly under her navel I twirled my tongue down slowly. into her open woman flesh. I was flicking my wet tongue between her squirming hips until it reached her tingling clitoris. My tongue became flat and wide as I made my way down to the sugar factory pushing inside of her enjoying a good deep lick. “Oh shit baby that feels so good your tongue is so hot and wet,” she said trying to squeeze my tongue with her woman muscles. I heard her voice but with my eyes closed, I saw the interns face as I began to experience a weird kind of threesome. ..

BLOG 12 - Lust filled thoughts

The thought really turned me on as I got into the fantasy of being with his wife. Thinking about her and feeling my wife’s touch was weird ringing the bell of guilt defining the very nature of thinking irrational. For a brief moment I wondered “has my wife ever done the same to me” like having lust filled sex in a wet dream but not telling. She unbuttoned down to the last button of my shirt pulling it out of my pants then moving right to my belt buckle. We walked slowly kissing wildly with our eyes closed bumping into everything kissing like two teenagers as we ripped each other’s clothes off. I imagined what my boss’s wife would look like naked seeing flashes of her breasts in my mind.

We were both naked when we bumped into the washroom door still kissing and caressing each other as I turned the doorknob. The door swung inward taking us with it kissing and tripping over the sorted laundry piles landing softly against the running clothes washer. We giggled as I unwrapped the towel that some how were twisted around my ankle and folded it in half and placed it on top of the vibrating washer machine. I lifted her up and sat her down gently on the top of the washer then stepping forward between her legs. I suggested that she lay back by pushing her shoulders backwards gently with both hands. As she lay back slowly, I kissed her neck with my tongue in a soft tickling circle. A flash of the interns face entered into the chaos of my lust filled thoughts. Seeing her young body naked on top of the washer where my wife is now sitting. I began pecking slowly down her shoulder on to the top of her left breast using the tip of my tongue when I reached her hard dark nipple. I imagined that I was not with my wife but with the intern in the storage room at work or on my desk in my office. My soft suckle and swirling tongue tip pleased her as she moaned with pleasure. My imagination was so vivid and running wild that I could almost smell the interns perfume seeing her with her skirt pulled up sitting on the edge of my desk. My hard dick was pressing against the cold vibrating washing machine as I lusted for the intern but was enjoying foreplay with my wife…

BLOG 11- Imagination running wild...

My mouth hung open in disbelief as my erection grew in my pants provoked by this e-mail message. I had to take a moment and think deep about what was happening to me. He is not gay or bi, but he will do whatever you want him to do or make him do “I’m not into that shit” I thought to myself frowning at the thought. I decided not to reply to the messages and got back on the road driving with my mind wandering. My imagination was running wild seeing sexual visions of all of the women that I work with. “What if it was her” crossed my mind as I envisioned all of their faces and body types one at a time laughing at some and shaking my head yes to others. “All of them are married except the intern so that counts her out,” I said thinking out loud struggling to figure out who sent the e-nail. What if it was my wife playing a game to see how I would react or even if I would tell her? The possibilities were endless as I ran down my list of scenarios confusing myself into frustration. I got home about five minutes after six o’clock turning off my cell phone when I walked into the house. I was walking through the kitchen savoring the aroma of a rib roast baking slowly in the oven when I was welcomed with a hug and kiss. She pressed her body hard against mine moaning softly becoming pleasantly surprised at my quick erection. It was not her usual welcome home kiss it was the “give me some sex right now kiss.” I did not resist the opportunity to release my own sexual electricity kissing her passionately caressing her curvy satin robe covered contour. “I couldn’t wait until you got home from work,” she whispered between pecks of our lust-filled kiss unbuttoning my shirt at the same time. Her soft whisper triggered thoughts of the e-mail message I received as I began seeing visions of me kissing my boss’s wife…

BLOG 10- aggressive, dominant black man

From: chocolate_covered_cherry@gmail.com
Subject: Thinking about you
To: “Devin"
Date: monday, August 17, 2009, 5:40 PM

By now you are wondering who I am and what I want from you. Who I am is not important right now, the only thing that matters is what you do from now on. What is important is to tell you that I am looking for a aggressive, dominant black man to fuck me really good in front of my husband. I have this fantasy about being taken by one or two men as my husband hides under the bed cowering in fear. I am going to be your resistant but captured woman pleading and begging for you to not hurt me. I will give you what you want if you take it but I want you to be verbally abusive to both of us...especially me. You must be willing to come to our house and take me sexually in front of him in roll play aggressively fucking me in our bed. If you don't know how to call another man a pussy degrading him to his face while you take his woman and fucking the shit out of her in front of him, we probably are not what you are looking for. Are you strong enough to "TAKE" the pussy? he is not gay or bi, but he will do whatever you want him to do or make him do. If you have a friend for a tag team he can join in too... The key to it is that you must degrade him to his face and then fuck the shit out of me in front of him. I do the things that you’re afraid to fantasize about. Think about it and reply back and if you don’t I understand and will not bother you again…

Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®

BLOG 9- Chocolate Covered Cherry

I was shocked and curious when I received the message wondering which one of my co-workers sent it.

From: chocolate_covered_cherry@gmail.com
Subject: Thinking about you
to: “Devin"
Date: Monday, August 17, 2009, 1:00 PM

My first thought was "damn you are so sexy. Is this the same man who I've been working with all of this time?” I have seen you on many occasions before but today really made me think, “I really really want some of that.” I looked at your lips and said mmmmm. I looked at your shirt and how nice it fit on your chest and shoulders. I got hot and touched myself with my fingers as I looked at the position of your body (facial expression, arms, hands, fingers and shoulders) all showing a confident and sexy as hell man. “He has beautiful eyes” I thought to myself as I watched you from my office imagining that my fingers was you inside of me. I know you are married but I wish and want to be with you every night. All of these thoughts occurred this afternoon during my daily masturbating work stress release. I have these thoughts about you on a regular basis and now I expose myself wanting it to be reality…

Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my Blackberry®

“Damn,” I thought to myself what should I do. Should I tell my wife or just ignore the message as if I never received it. I was flattered excited and nervous all at the same time. However, I also knew that I was lying trying to convince myself that I did not want this kind of attention. The truth is that I did not want to be caught and have to explain illogical behavior with a rational answer. I admit the flirting was fun and I wanted it to get to this point but I didn’t think that it would ever go this far. I left work and was driving home thinking about my message and reading it repeatedly at every red light. I was thinking hard trying to find word clues that would reveal who wrote it. I decided to pull over to the side of the road debating with myself about replying to the mysterious message. Just as I became brave, enough to reply back another message popped in my inbox…

BLOG 8- My boss's wife

The next couple of days were very interesting at work as I began to experience a different kind of awareness of flirting and suggestive conversation. I watched my co-workers secretly looking each other up and down subtly undressing each other quietly with their eyes. I started paying closer attention to the young college intern who was spending a lot of time in my office starting casual conversations. I laugh quietly when she leaves my office finding myself aroused sexually by her youthful energy deep V- neck shirts and short skirts. The office environment was full of soft touching and deliberate eye contact disguised and accepted as appropriate inner office behavior. I was amazed at the reality of my situation in my newly discovered work environment as I began to be sucked in by the allure of the forbidden. I slowly started participating in the overly friendly conversations accepting the exclusive group lunch invitations. I began noticing how married men and women got into pairs with other married men and women in these small exclusive groups. It seemed like everyone was participating in the heavy flirting excluding no one including the married and especially the singles. The real surprise was when my boss’s wife began flirting with me using her eyes by not turning her head when I caught her looking at my butt. She just smiled and waved her hand as I smiled and waved back. Her conversations and flirting became more frequent over the next two weeks; she even invited me to lunch to which I accepted her offers. My supervisor was a real ball breaker especially after he noticed his wife and me becoming friends and spending time together at lunch. I work closely with all of them on a regular basis sometimes after work hours preparing exhibits and sales strategies for our upcoming trade shows. It was not unusual to get text messages or voice mails on my cell phone but this message was a little different…

BLOG 7- Illusions of faithfulness

“What” I shouted into the phone as I pictured Tiffany’s innocent looking face in my mind. “You better not say anything to any body,” she said knowing that I would never tell anyone about what we discuss. “Hey Angie” I said rudely stopping our conversation “my cordless phone is about to die” I said talking over the annoying non-stop low battery beeping noise. “I will call you back later,” I said quickly wondering if she heard me as the phone went completely dead. After I pit the phone on its battery charger, I sat down on the couch smiling and shaking my head as I reflected on our conversation. It brought me right back to where I started, thinking about my dream again. I began to question myself, my relationship and if I’m seeing illusions of faithfulness. I have never heard my wife speak about a wet dream she experienced in the entire ten years that we have been together. I also understood that women play by an entirely different set of rules and keeping secrets is rule number one. I started thinking about our sex life wondering if it is unrealistic or even possible to want the same thing all of the time without changing up from time to time. I wondered what she would say if I asked her does she ever want to have sex with someone else just for the feeling of having something different. Maybe a big fat one, a long one, or maybe even having a man with both. Has she ever thought or fantasized about trying sex with different races, white, Hispanic or any other exotic race of people. In my moment of reflection, I began to ask myself the same questions about trying different women. The truth came into my mind like a square peg through a round hole as I struggled with the reality of my answers. I felt guilty about my secret lust for other women and potential sexual experiences. The things that I would do if I were certain that I would not be caught flashed through my mind piercing through the very definition of the word loyalty. My dream proved that it could be done, and is done by everyone on a regular basis. I have never told my wife the truth about how I really feel and what I want from her because I don’t want to hurt her or make her feel insecure. I’m sure she is probably doing the same as we dance in harmony to the music of the untold truth about our individual sexuality…

BLOG 6- Forbidden fruit

I could feel his body shaking as his squirt pressure started building up and him waiting until the last second to tell me to get up. “Here it comes,” he shouted as I felt him swell up inside of me on the edge of expulsion, then the thick hot cream shot out splashing inside of me with him unable to move and me not stopping. His hard squirting ejaculation caused both of us to cry out loudly, me moaning in lust filled satisfaction and him in fear of the obvious as I bounced on his squirting erection without slowing or stopping. I was being stupid, and acting very irrational but I loved every second of the feeling of him cumming inside of me. To make matters worse I sort of lied to him about being on the pill seeing as though I had missed a few days” she admitted to me but never telling him. After she finished telling me about her dream, she sat quietly on the phone waiting to hear what I had to say. I know she heard me laughing at her as she was speaking because I began to put things into the true perspective. I broke the dramatic silence saying, “You are so full of shit,” laughing at her as I said “but that was a good story though. You can stop playing around now because it’s obvious that you two have been messing around” I said figuring out the truth about her dream story. “O.k. I confess, the dream really happened at their house while she was at work one day. They’ve been married for nine years now and we have been messing around the whole time,” she explained talking in an excited voice about their little secret. “I tried to stop seeing him but the sex was to damn good. No man has ever touched my mind and body like that before and made me feel totally out of control,” she said talking to me but thinking dirty about him. They moved to Texas about two years ago and I have not seen him or her since then other than e-mail photos of their family. Our class reunion is coming up next week and I am sure they will be coming into town that’s why he sent me the secret message on facebook. I know what you mean when you talk about your dream and enjoying the forbidden fruit. Because I am bi sexual, it’s like enjoying fruit cocktail on a regular basis. Since I am telling the story about him and me, I might as well tell you about me being the first woman that Tiffany ever experienced...

BLOG 5- Doggy style technique

He didn’t answer but moaned with a sexy moan when he started reaching the bottom of the inside of my triangle. All I could think of was “oh shit, I’m fucking Brian on my couch and the dick is good to.” My stuff was tight from nervousness but soaking wet as he pushed and pulled in and out of my kitty getting into his rhythm. He was handling me firmly but gentle breaking me in with patience and trying not to cum to fast at the same time. The friction on my inner walls became intense when he started speeding up as I felt his meat sliding against the walls of my inside giving both of us the maximum sexual sensation. He stroked deep about ten or eleven good pumps in a row when I lost control emotionally and my inner woman became super wet from me experiencing an orgasm for the first time. I began moaning loudly from his doggy style technique as he gave it to me fast and hard clapping our bodies together lubricating his chocolate stick with my vanilla pudding. My hair began to get frizzy from the sweat on my neck from my best friends boyfriend working hard beating my middle. I was tingling all over in disbelief of what I was feeling loosing control of my mind then my body. He was fucking the shit out of me and I couldn’t hide the fact from him. I was screaming so loud that I became dizzy from his pleasure and pain almost tapping out telling him to stop. He was trying to hide how he was feeling but it was obvious that he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. He slowed his pumping action slightly and began to talk under his breath. “I have never shot my load inside of a girl without a rubber on before,” he said moaning in excitement and talking scared at the same time. “That would be stupid,” I thought to myself trying to focus my mind during the aggression of his sex and my intense lust. I sat up making the decision for him pushing my body backwards causing his ass to rest on his heels. I was on top of him sitting on his lap with my back against his chest bouncing up and down grinding wildly on his thick meat. I was moaning loudly getting into our forbidden sex when he reached under my arms and cupped his hands around my bouncing breasts. I held onto the edge of the couch using it to push my grinding hips into his hard erection causing super sensitivity. Our hard circular grinding motion turned my common sense on and off like a blinking light wanting him to cum inside of me but being scared of testing the accuracy of my birth control pill…

BLOG 4- Tingling sensations of his foreplay

. “Stop playing” he said not believing what I said but watching me pull my tank top off to show my breasts and my seriousness. His dick jumped into instant hardness when he saw my suckables realizing that I was serious about giving him some. I held my shirt across my chest to cover my breasts as I closed and locked the front door. I turned around and quickly took his hand pulling him to the couch in the living room. “Are we gonna do it or not” I asked bravely rolling my neck looking at the stunned look on his face. “I’ll be right back,” I said not waiting for an answer from him walking fast down the long hallway and disappearing into one of the rooms. I couldn’t help but to start thinking to myself about how I never ever talk to him in school or anywhere else for that matter. All of a sudden now, I have my shirt off and we are standing in my living room with him staring at my titties. “Hell yea we are” I thought to myself responding quietly to the serious sexual question that I just asked him. I came back with a blanket and a pillow and then I started filling him in on my plan. When I seen you get off the bus I made up my mind choosing you in my lust filled moment of uncertainty. Are you in or not?” I said pulling my pants and panties down taking one leg out and leaving the other wrapped around my ankle. I got down on the floor on my knees with my stomach on the seat cushions of the couch. I wrapped my arms around the pillow and rested my knees on the blanket for comfort. “Slide the window open a little bit so that we can hear if my parents pull into the drive way” I said becoming pro active about not being caught. He did as I asked with his facial expression saying, “I hope that she isn’t serious about her parents coming home any time soon.” I turned my head to look at him over my left shoulder watching him undress with a calm nervousness. He took his pants all the way off and got on his knees behind me without saying a word. “This doesn’t mean that I’m your girl friend or anything, and don’t worry I‘m on the pill” I said to him still looking over my shoulder watching him pull out his wallet to get his condom. I wanted to feel all of him inside of me and walk the edge of fear and common sense. He seemed a little hesitant about not using one but he proceeded to do the do anyway. It was evident that I wanted him to fuck me and do it without the emotional hang-ups that kissing would cause. That was cool with him as he walked up behind me on his knees. He held his shaft in his hand rubbing the head of his dick up and down between my pussy lips lubricating my opening from behind. His smooth head was barely inside of me dragging up and down my tender sensitivity making me hot enough to melt my inhabitations away. I started panting softly as the tingling intense sensations of his foreplay took my breath away. His large left hand was squeezing my left butt cheek when I closed my eyes and mixed my fantasy visions of him with our unexpected reality. When the head of his thing slid in, he let go of his shaft and started pushing into my hot tight place. I couldn’t believe that it was happening becoming super excited trying to relax my body and accept all that he had to give. “Arch your back and toot your booty up baby,” he said using his hands to mold me into the right position. He could tell that I wasn’t a virgin but also not the most experienced either as he controlled my movement with his hands around my waist. “You better not tell anybody,” I whispered in a soft moan referring to Tiffany but not wanting to say her name…

BLOG 3- Can you keep a secret?

“In my dream we were back in high school and it was the week before graduation. He had just gotten off the school bus when I drove by him in my white convertible mustang and pulled into my driveway a block in front of him. He was walking down the street on his way home from school when I shouted at him through the screen door. “Hey you” I shouted instead of saying his name feeling a little unsure of if he would answer or not. He smiled at my attempt to be funny and walked across the street walking over to my front porch to see what I wanted. “What’s up Angie is it time to get my kiss yet” he asked flirting and puckering his lips receiving the expected rejection. Even in my dream, I was playing the good girl roll with boys never putting myself, or my reputation into a compromising position. We hardly ever spoke to each other like this in school and this was the most conversation that I ever had with him alone, I thought to myself feeling a little insecure as we talked. I got brave and exposed myself when I said to him “normally when I get home from school I get my moms vibrating neck massager and masturbate with it. Deep inside my mind, I would fantasize about you while masturbating wondering what it would be like sexually with you. I wanted to try the bad boy perspective so I told my boyfriend that I was on my period this week so that I could try to get some thug love. Can you keep a secret I asked him ignoring his joking but serious question about a kiss opening the screen door to let him in. “Yea I can keep a secret if you give me a kiss” he said again laughing acting manish just like I wanted him to. The butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach when my opportunity exposed itself. I walked up to him and gave him a slow peck on the lips shocking him into complete silence. “I want to do the oochie coochie with you but I think you might tell every body at school especially my friend,” I said being concerned about my good girl reputation and friendship with Tiffany…

BLOG 2- Juicy scandalous part

I wanted to get a woman's perspective on my thoughts so I called my friend Angie. She was one of those women that I wanted to get with but we ended up being really good friends instead. I could tell her anything and she could do the same with me and that’s what made our friendship so strong. I called her up and told her about what I was thinking about and she laughed her ass off at my dream and my brutal honesty. She also had something to share with me, and needed my input on the matter so I listened as she started confiding in me. She said, “I have been catching up with old friends from high school through facebook.com when I received an unexpected surprise. I was hesitant to reply feeling unsure of what to say so I kept it simple with the basic response.” I interrupted quickly smiling when I said “oh shit, what did you say because you’re known for speaking your true thoughts regardless of who it hurts” I said expecting her to say something outrageous. “Believe it or not I played it cool” she said which let me know that this was someone she likes. “Just let me finish telling you the story,” she said changing her tone and talking very sexy. “Hey Brian long time no hear from what’s been going on, is how I replied trying to be cool and not assume anything out of the ordinary. A few weeks went past without a response from him and I became slightly disappointed and wrote off his inquiry as just a kind gesture. Unfortunately, he and I had nothing in common in high school except Tiffany and even less after graduation. That didn’t matter to me though I still thought he was fine as hell and would have jumped on a chance to be in a relationship with him” she said smiling when she spoke. “Why didn’t you two ever get together?” I asked probing her for the juicy scandalous part. “He was then and still is now my best friend Tiffany’s boyfriend now husband.” I didn’t say anything I just started laughing as she continued to tell her scandalous story about her best friend’s husband. “Lately I find myself thinking about him constantly to the point where I started dreaming about him” she admitted with a sense of confusion. She started laughing in embarrassment when I got personal and said, “don’t be shy now go ahead and tell the whole story.” She calmed herself down from the uncontrollable giggling and began to paint the picture of her late night lust for her best friend’s husband…