My Best Friend’s Husband

I have never written a story for this or any other site before, but I wanted to share to someone what I have been involved with over the past few months.

It started a couple of months ago. I had a friend, my best friend in fact, get married to a guy (Adam) that I had not known. They had dated for a little over a year, but he was in the military deployed overseas. I had seen pictures of him and had even chatted with him online with her (they met online). He was cute to say the least, but I didn’t give it a second thought. I was, after all, married to a guy that means the world to me. I love my friend dearly and really was just enjoying watching her get to know this guy, and seeing her happy was great.

Adam returned home two weeks prior to their wedding. My friend was so excited and wanted all of us to have a big celebration dinner and party. The party was to be at my and my husband’s house. Sara (my best friend) and Adam met my husband and me, as well as several other people, at a local pizza/wing/beer pub for the dinner. Adam and Sara walked up to me and Sara introduced me. As I looked at Adam I was struck by his muscular frame. He is over 6’ tall and roughly 200 lbs (I am 5’3” and 115). He has crystal blue eyes and a smile that is both warm and inviting. Adam stuck out his hand and shook mine and we pulled each other into the ‘non-sexual’ half hug thing. I am not sure what happened in that instant, but I knew at that very moment I was in trouble.

We all spent the next 2 or so hours in the pub eating, drinking, laughing, and having a great time. I was fixated on Adam and I knew he knew it. He didn’t seem to mind at all, and on more than one occasion tipped his beer mug to me and winked. We were not really any closer than 10 or so feet from each other at the restaurant (we sat on opposite sides of the table, and down from one another some). We all were leaving the pub to pile into our cars and head to our house to continue the evening, when Adam motioned me to exit the restaurant before him by holding the door open for me. As I passed him, he took his free hand (the hand not holding the door open) and lightly brushed my hip as I passed. I casually turned around and there he was winking again.

I didn’t know what to make of it, but I knew that I was dripping wet thinking about him. Driving home I made a conscious decision. I told myself that I would test him to see if he was being a nice guy and harmlessly flirting, or if he had ulterior motives. I want to say that I was going to test him for my friend’s benefit, but the truth is I wasn’t going to tell her regardless of the outcome. I wanted to know if I had interested him the way he had me. They arrived at the party shortly after I did, and we all were gathered out in the back yard. In the course of the initial small talk my husband offered to show Adam our house. Our house isn’t huge, but it’s two stories and he loves to show off his garage with all of his ‘man toys’. I spent a few minutes with the girls, and then excused myself to the upstairs bathroom, telling Sara that I wanted to get out of my dress and into more casual clothes because I was cold. I also knew that the upstairs bathroom had a vent that allowed me to hear everything in the garage so I knew when they would be coming out of the garage and heading upstairs on the house tour.

I listened to my husband and Adam talking about him being over in Iraq for a few minutes and the sound of his voice intoxicated me further. I felt like a little girl with a high school crush, but I also felt like the conniving ***** to even think sexual thoughts about a guy my best friend was marrying in a matter of days. They finally came in from the garage and headed upstairs. I had not yet changed, and when I saw them reach the top of the stairs I acted surprised and told my husband that I wanted to change clothes and have a few quiet moments before returning to the party, but that I didn’t want to be rude to our guests and asked him to go downstairs and let everyone know I’d be back shortly. I also asked that he be the good host and mingle with all of our friends until I got back. My husband readily agreed, not suspecting anything, and as he turned to head downstairs Adam was behind him, but looking at me still. He could see me, but my husband had already gone down enough stairs that I was out of his sightline. I motioned to Adam to return to the upstairs bathroom in 5 minutes. He got what I was motioning him to do, nodded in agreement, and followed my husband downstairs.

Now I was a nervous wreck. I had laid my cards out and was waiting to see what he would do. The few minutes passed like hours and I was almost sick to my stomach, but when he casually climbed the stairs and rounded the corner he looked at me and walked into the bathroom and closed the door, but didn’t latch it. I walked over and looked out the window and saw my husband and Sara and several of our friends laughing and drinking by the pool. My husband had taken up the role of bartender and Sara was sitting there with others just enjoying the drinks and the atmosphere. I knew I had some time.

I walked to the bathroom and pushed the door open enough to slide in. I shut the door behind me and said to Adam, “I don’t know what I’m doing here, but no matter what, no one can know I’m here with you.”

Adam said, “I’m good with that” and smiled at me again.

I had changed into my sweatshirt and didn’t have a bra on. He could see my nipples poking through and knew I was turned on. He moved towards me and as I was leaning against the door he kissed me gently. He started slowly, but soon our tongues were dancing and he had his hands under my shirt, feeling up my 36Cs. I unbuttoned his pants and felt his member in my hand and realized that he was very much a man! It was very hot and heavy for a few minutes.

I had to stop him before it got out of hand that night, but I told him that I would be home alone the following Monday during the day (when both my husband and Sara were at work). I wrote my cell number on a piece of toilet paper with an eyeliner brush (of all things) and gave it to him.

He said, “To be continued then” and slipped out of the bathroom.

I was shaking in my knees for several minutes before I could gather myself enough to go back outside. The rest of the night progressed without incident, and I knew I had all day Sunday to both obsess over what could happen Monday or convince myself to be a true friend and not follow through.

Monday morning around 10:00 am my cell phone rang and it was Sara’s home number. I answered it and of course it was Adam. He asked me if my husband was gone for the day and I told him yes. He said that Sara was gone all day as well. I asked if he really wanted to go through with anything and he said he was more than willing, if I was and if it could remain our little secret. I paused and mentally answered ‘no, no, no, no, no,’ but all of a sudden I heard myself say “My front door will be unlocked” and I hung up.

45 minutes later Adam again walked up the stairs and saw me standing in the doorway to my bedroom. I was wearing a one-piece satin pajama dress and nothing else. This time he didn’t waste any time. He walked over to me and kissed me deeply. I reached around and grabbed him by his back and dug my nails in. He instinctively lifted my pajama dress over my head (as I instinctively raised my arms for him) and picked me up to carry me to the bed.

I will not go into the gory details, but suffice it to say he did things to me in ways that no man has ever done before or since. We made love for about 3 hours and I knew that he had me anytime he wanted me. I do not regret what has happened so far, but I know that in an instant many worlds could come crashing down….has anyone had any similar experiences?           By Amybabe3a