Short Stories

My Husband's Best Friend

Eric and I had been in a happy live-in relationship for about one and a half years, and a little over a month ago, in a beautiful wedding ceremony, we joyfully tied the knot and became husband and wife. We were completely smitten with one another, confident that our relationship could withstand any challenge life threw at us.

My husband's best friend Ben, who lived in a different city, called him one bright morning and told him that he was going to be in our city for the day. This made Eric very happy, so he asked Ben if he would like to stay at our house. Though Ben at first said no to the offer, he later changed his mind and said yes because he also must be excited to see an old friend after years. My husband was happy for his friend to meet me.

I had never met Ben, but I did see him in pictures. We never had a chance to talk, so this was going to be my first encounter with him. The time had come for his arrival. The moment he laid eyes on me, I felt a little weird because the way he watched me from head to toe was getting on my nerves.

We shook hands and the moment my hand encountered with his hand, a heat coursed through my body from my hand to the core. Ben caressed my hand like he was trying to tell me something. I shut off my doubts and welcomed him to our home.

During the first few hours of his stay, we spent time laughing and talking about the shenanigans that my husband and Ben had together. During all this time, I tried my best to brush off Ben's eye-fucking glances. It was evident that he couldn't take his eyes off me, and every time I looked at him, a flinch would occur between his legs as I sensed the restlessness in his body. After only a few hours, I was certain that he had formed a passionate crush on me because he was unable to conceal his feelings or disguise the gestures that he was making toward me. He couldn't help but show me his feelings.

I was wondering why Eric failed to notice his best friend's intention towards his wife. Throughout the day, I saw that Ben's desires for me were growing stronger. He was having trouble dealing with his thoughts and emotions, and even though I knew what was going on was wrong, it didn't make me feel uncomfortable. It was pretty surprising for me that I started to wish to reciprocate his signals.

He's close to my husband and I didn't want to spoil their friendship. But I have no doubt that Ben was having a hard time with his guilt and trying to hold back the growing desire he had for me. Why could I so clearly feel his emotions? That was something that stumped me. Eric was thrilled to see that his best friend was getting along so well with his wife. Ben and I are the only ones who know what's real.

It was summer, so Eric and Ben moved their conversation to the pool. When I wore my bikini, Ben looked at me and licked his lower lip. I also felt the moisture between my legs. I really wanted his lips between my legs, more than anywhere else on my body. So, I changed my mind about going to the pool with them and instead went into the kitchen to make drinks for everyone.

All of a sudden I heard Ben laughing coming close to the kitchen, he opened the door looking at Eric "First right. Okay got it." then he closed the door. I was looking at him and he rushed towards me and grabbed me. I asked in low volume. "What the fuck are you doing?"

He shoved me into the wall and whispered in my ear. "Ask Eric. mimosa or margarita?"

I tried to push him away. "What the hell?"

He licked my earlobe and I closed my eyes because a rush of heat emanated between my thighs. "Ask him, mimosa or margarita?"

Then he continued to lick my earlobe. I tried to ask but my voice was buried in my throat. "Raise your voice, babe."

Fuck he called me babe

I cleared my throat. "Eric, you want mimosa or margarita?"

Eric responded. "I'll have a margarita and listen Ben is upstairs using the loo please make sure he got the towels."