My Husband's Best Friend
Living Dangerously in Non-Monogamy
This was suddenly feeling deliciously dangerous.
Unavoidable feelings of desire were now washing over me and the taboo of it all was making me giddy. Is this ok?
The elements of the forbidden can add powerful fuel to the flames of eroticism.
Desire thrives with an obstacle, and in this moment, the obstacle was the history of the friendships before me.
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For as long as I have known my husband, I have known his best friend, John. Tall, with long dark hair and broad shoulders, I had always found him to be incredibly handsome. Over the years whenever I reached up onto my tip toes, his large hands would find their place on the small of my back for a fraction of a second. In those moments of a passing embrace, curiosity always arose within me.
John toasted us on our wedding day, visited us when we lived abroad, and has always been a stable and caring friend to us both. A friendship that has always come with ease and familiarity. Yet, on this night, as the three of us were catching up for the first time in over a year, something felt different.
As we sprawled out on the rug under the dim lights on our living room floor, the conversation had a newfound playful energy. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I could sense a change and I was curious to know if Liam could feel it too.
Conversation flowed like thick honey as the hours rolled by, and as I observed John, I clocked the difference in the way that he was looking at me. He was now holding onto my gaze, letting his eyes move slowly down to my unbuttoned blouse and back up again. There was no mistaking the desire in his eyes.
As his glances south intensified, I could almost sense him willing the buttons on my blouse to burst open. The temperature had grown insufferable as I looked over to my husband to silently request his approval.
My body burned for John. Would I be encouraged to jump into the fire?