I Am My Wife's Best Girlfriend

I was standing in our bedroom, my wife was on her way out the door. I was holding her slip up against my naked body. It felt very sensual. I pictured myself, for just a moment, as a real woman, with large breasts, big blonde hair, and smooth, hairless skin. I rubbed the fabric against me, sighing. Suddenly, my girlfriend was behind me, clutching my hard cock, wrapped in her slip.

I was terrified. I felt so vulnerable, a hidden part of me suddenly revealed.

"It's all right," she sighed, sensing my fear, "there's nothing wrong with playing."

I had my doubts, I had never played at anything like this. I was all man. Hunting, football, bowling, that was me. Just this one time I acted on my desire to play with my wife's undergarments and she caught me. She turned me around, looking into my eyes. She smiled.

"I've seen you as you watch me dress, you've been thinking about this for a long time, haven't you?"

"Yes," I said, softly.

She pulled me close and kissed me, the silky slip between us, grinding against my body, it felt so sexy.

"Let me show you how much fun you can have," she whispered, leading me into the bathroom. She took her hair remover from the medicine cabinet, "I've been waiting for the right time," she smiled.

I wanted to stop her, this was going to far. But I didn't stop her at all. I didn't say anything. After all, I reasoned, I could stop it if things got out of hand, at least, that was what I told myself. She gently smoothed the lotion from my chest on down covering everything.

"Just a few minutes," she sighed, lighting a cigarette, "then you'll shower all of that ugly hair off." She put the cigarette in my mouth, "Suck on it honey," she giggled as I inhaled, then coughed.

"I don't smoke," I said.

"Jon doesn't, but my new girlfriend, Joan does," she said, insisting.

I inhaled, getting a slight nicotine buzz, then exhaled.