Wife's Best Friend Kaleigh Pt. 01

Most married men will relate to the sexual tension that becomes your chief preoccupation when your wife's best friend, or any unrelated female for that matter, spends the night in your home. This story then might seem unusual in that it will start with a distinctly unsexy premise: that is, Kaleigh, my wife's best friend, as wonderful a human as she is, doesn't really seem all that... sexual. Physically, she is pretty plain but in my sexual world conventional physical attractiveness is easily made up for in other ways. Even a woman who is decidedly ugly but has a feminine and flirtatious flare would ignite my imagination were she to be so casually lounging and sleeping in our home - most likely to such an extent that I might at times excuse myself from a board game or movie and jerk my cock to completion at the bathroom sink with the door locked and the water running.

Over the years, Kaleigh became a part of our family, never failing to be there for us when we needed her to house, dog, or kid sit. The three of us certainly shared a sense of humor and were all as cynical as we were witty. I have to say it truly baffles me at times how I could be so lacking in sexual curiosity, even at times when she lay in our king sized bed, or when she bent over to pick something up, or as she lounged braless on our sofa watching sketch comedy. Even when fantasizing about her, which I sometimes did for lack of options (we are true introverts and Kaleigh is one of the few females to spend time in our home), it felt as though all my blood stayed trapped in my cerebrum and not a single drop made it to my cock. It definitely doesn't help that she likes to skip showers and her house attire is usually baggy PJ pants and an old comfy sweatshirt. Yes, you can bet that I take every opportunity to try and spot the contours of her body under her those frumpy clothes, but alas I have yet to identify a single curve. Nothing on her seems supple or full, or soft and feminine, or sensuous... all critical qualities pertaining to my taste in females.

Just give me one sexy feature. She could be butt ugly, too fat, too skinny, grating voice, bad skin, dumb as a brick, whatever... but with a great pair of tits. Even an alright pair of tits. And of course a PJ top that shows a little cleavage. Tease me with the chance, no matter how small, of a nipple slipping out. Let me obsessively search for any sign of an erect nipple, or a glimpse of an areola. What about some tight boy shorts and a fat, shaved pussy? Let me pour my entire being into the task of discreetly watching, waiting for them to ride up into a camel toe, or fall to the side a bit and show a sliver of her freshly shaven labia, or better yet a bit of glistening slit. Let me stare at a full set of lips, wondering what my cock would feel like as it slides between them, my frenulum gliding over the top of her tongue towards the back of her throat. Let her feet be dainty and soft, and freshly pedicured, and I will picture them all oiled up, massaging my hard-on. These secret little obsessions and curiosities, they overtake one's imaginative capacities and make all of life more interesting.

Looks aside, Kaleigh has a great sense of humor and is always fun to talk to. There is constant banter and joking between the three of us that we make a platonic "throuple", and we muse about living on a remote compound one day. My wife and I have lovingly and perhaps mischievously hypothesized that Kaleigh is asexual, or maybe gay and closeted. Either of these possibilities would be satisfying explanations for her lack of any obvious sexuality, and this hunch of ours has no doubt added a whole heap of safety to the running "throuple" joke. Of course there's always the possibility that Kaleigh is a total sex freak and is very good at hiding it...

One evening Kaleigh made a genuine and dearly appreciated offer to be our surrogate, should my wife and I be unsuccessful in our efforts to conceive another child. That night I felt a tinge of excitement imagining how I might one day find myself in the position of having to dutifully inseminate Kaleigh, but this excitement quickly fizzled out when I pessimistically decided that she and my wife would surely insist on a licensed doctor inseminating Kaleigh with several million of my sperm, which I would be expected to deposit passionlessly into the open mouth of a sterile collection cup several hours prior. This ruined fantasy storyline nagged at me a bit because it was rooted in mere speculation, and experience has taught me that speculation is worth fuck all when it comes to predicting someone's sexual behavior. People are endlessly complicated, and sexual desire often remains well hidden while driving many other aspects of our behavior simply because it is uncontainable and must do work in some capacity, sexual or not. Despite not being physically attracted to Kaleigh I couldn't help but wonder what turns her on and what she's capable of, sexually speaking. Suffice to say that I truly never lost hope, and I continue to imagine Kaleigh as possessing some sort of well-masked sexual prowess.

On one occasion I found myself sitting two sofa cushions away from Kaleigh, watching Chapelle Show. As I did, I began to wonder half-heartedly about the degree to which she would enjoy the taste of a man's cum. The thought that she could generally present in such an asexual way but secretly be craving semen? It was as close as I had been yet to a Kaleigh-centric fantasy taking shape. Thinking into this luke-warm fantasy was not enough to cause a tingle, let alone get me fully hard as I really tried to envisioned the scenario. My wife had stepped away to put our son to bed, and suddenly I asked myself if Kaleigh might secretly enjoy an eyeful of my cock. Feeling a rush of excitement, and with only a few minutes to work with, I did away with subtleties and tugged upward on the leg of my shorts until the head of my now-plump penis showed itself and hung unassumingly in the open living room air. I yanked the silky fabric of my gym shorts to the side, exposing everything I've got.

I waited for the next laugh out loud moment when Kaleigh would turn to me, as we often do in good company to ensure the laughter is mutual. We would share a laugh that would quickly fade as she glanced down and saw my freshly shaved and uncut cock hanging heavily, draped over my also-freshly-shaved balls and taint. Would she giggle and look away, playing the whole thing off? Would she go quiet leaving me to fruitlessly wonder what she's thinking? Would she scream in horror and run upstairs to tell my wife her husband is a predator? Is there a chance she might stare at it, gently biting her lower lip and wondering what the whole thing would feel like in her mouth? Would her hopeful eyes beg me for it?

I had never done something so brazen, and I began to wonder if I might be taking too big a risk. The moment came and went. Kaleigh turned and laughed, making eye contact with me but not glancing downward, at least not that I saw. She certainly didn't let on if she had unexpectedly seen her best friend's husband's semi-hard daddy dick three feet away from her. I questioned whether I should put it away or let it dangle there awaiting Kaleighs next turn-and-laugh. The sound of my wife's footsteps as she walked down the stairs made that an easy decision, and I stowed the beast once again. As I did, a droplet of precum oozed from the tip and I quickly and discreetly used the slippery fluid to massage both head and foreskin. I felt a surge of blood rush to my cock, and suddenly I was frustrated like never before in Kaleighs presence.