Wife’s Wicked Best Friend

I am your wife’s best friend. I am single, fun and flirty. I can talk your wife into having meeting me for lunch, going shopping or hitting a local bar instead of hanging out at home with you.

I am loud, command attention and dress very sexy.  I wear the shortest dresses, black hose and heels.  Men notice me.  You don’t really like your wife hanging out with me.  You think I am a bad influence on her.

I stop by your house. Your wife has to work late tonight. You know that there is a dress that she wore on your honeymoon and hasn’t worn since hanging on the door of the closet for me to pick up. I want to borrow it for a hot date with a new guy.

As usual, I flirt with you, run my fingers along your arm, and move close enough to you that you can smell my perfume. I glide by you and run up the stairs to try on the dress. You watch my ass and legs as I bounce up the stairs.

I leave the bedroom door open and you watch me from the hallway slip off my tight little dress.  I turn around and catch you watching me. You see me standing there in my black bra, black heels and black shear hose. I tease you by rubbing my pussy right through my pantyhose. I am a horrible cock tease.

You can’t take it any longer.  You grab me. Push me face down. I hear your zipper going down.  You grab my hair as I cry out, “Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!” You rip a hole in my pantyhose and drive your thick cock deep into my wet aching pussy.