I’m trying so hard to be a good boy but my wife’s best friend is living with us for now and she’s …

Stopped wearing a bra. She's really funny and direct. And extremely flirty. With everyone.

I'll admit it. The whole scenario has had me hard for days. And I've been absolutely pounding my wife each night, and most mornings. It's amazing how this one house guest has improved our sex life.

But now my wife has been gone on a work trip all week and it's just been me and her friend.

It's been chill. I've been trying not to think about it. We've been watching tv together at night, her on the couch. Me on the chair.

It might just be my imagination but Everytime I'm in the kitchen she finds a reason to get in there with me. You kinda have to go out of your wait NOT to brush up against each other. Which I do. Of course.

She has an incredible INCREDIBLE ass. And, like us, she's in her mid thirties. She's put on a little weight … and it looks amazing on her. Her tits … Jesus … her tits are amazing. They are exactly a handful … or at least that's what I imagine.

So my wife has been away for only a day, and this morning I woke up rock hard. I waited for it to go down before going downstairs for coffee.

I couldn't find any clean basketball shorts so I put on those sweatpants. Every dude has a pair of those sweatpants that makes it hard to not identify your business. Only if you're looking though.

So she comes down in a white tank top and short pink shorts. Her hair is a mess. No makeup. And I have to think of flaccid thoughts.

"Morning." I say.

She grunts back. lol.

She grabs a cup. And then we are both just standing the kitchen drinking our coffee silently. I'm trying not to check her out. And then I notice her eyes.

It could be lusty imagination. My thirst getting the best of me. But every time she would bring the cup to her lips her eyes would stare at my junk.

I lean back against the counter.

"So what are you up to today?" I ask.

She grunts back. She sips and stares.

"Sorry," she says. "I'm a little off my morning routine."

And then I think about saying something. And the thought sends a little blood to my cock. Just enough to give me a warning to cool the fuck down.

But I say it. Because I'm a devil.

"Yeah, well, I get that. Is there anything I can do to help with that?"

She looks in my eyes. I try not to smirk.

"Breakfast? Tea? Stop talking?"

She smirks. I let us both off the hook.

But she turns and dumps her coffee out into the sink. And when she does she stands on her tippy toes and pushes out her ass. She washes her cup for like five fucking minutes.

My cock is growing.

She turns. Looks me in the eye. Then glances down. And if she was looking at my junk she would've seen the swollen head of my cock pushing against my green sweats.

"I'm going back to bed."

"Yeah me too."

We go to our separate rooms.

So I get in bed and shoot ropes of cum . And i feel much better. Much clearer. And then I hear what I'm almost positively is the sound of a grown woman that is not my wife having an orgasm in my guest room.

It's gonna be a long week.