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Coffee with the Husband of my Sister's Best Friend

Date: 11/16/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

responded, “How about tomorrow? I can come by and pick you up or meet you somewhere. It will be good to catch up with you. It's been while.” I couldn’t believe he actually responded. Horrible thoughts, insane fantasies, crept into my mind, and almost immediately, my female senses tingled. I had to catch myself and remember, this was the husband of my sister's best friend. “You can come by my place,” I typed into the space bar, adding, “Anytime after 9” Steve responded and said he’d be by about 9:30. I stared at Steve's message and social media photo for the longest time. I found myself extremely excited and slipped my hand into the waist band of my panties. After a few moments of self-indulgence, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up at 4:30AM and my lap top was still sitting on the bed beside me. I turned it off and drifted back to sleep. My alarm clock buzzed at 7:00 and I shot out of bed. I quickly slipped on my spandex and a spandex sports top and headed out the door for my usual morning run. Thirty minutes later, I was back in my tiny apartment and in the shower. Stepping out the shower, I caught a glimpse of my fat ass in the bathroom vanity. I was proud of the fact that I had managed to lose about twenty pounds, but I still had a ways to go. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I glanced at the alarm clock on my dresser. It read "9:00AM". Steve was early. I hated that! I wrapped a towel around my body and cracked open my front door. I peered around the corner, ‘You’re ... early,” I remarked, seeing that it was indeed, Steve. “I can come back,” Steve remarked. There was no way I was going to let him leave. I opened the door and apologized. “I just got out of the shower,” I remarked as Steve stepped into my tiny apartment. Water droplets cascaded off of my wet hair and down my bare shoulders. “Can you give me a few minutes?” I asked. I could tell he was a bit embarrassed. “Sure,” he responded, taking a seat on my couch. I quickly darted into my bedroom and tossed the towel on to my unmade bed. I grabbed a hair brush and ran it through my hair to comb out the tangles. I was nervous and excited, all at the same time. My tangled hair frustrated me. Grrrrrrrrrrrr. I looked up and Steve was standing in the doorway, just watching me. Instinctively, I grabbed a sheet from the bed. “Steve!” I exclaimed as I tried to cover myself. “I didn’t get my obligatory hug,” he remarked. I was speechless. “I... uh... I... uhm... I ...” The words just wouldn’t flow. “I am naked!” I extolled. “I see that,” he replied. Again, I couldn’t find the right order for my words. “I... uh... uhm... I...” I took a deep breath and forcefully exhaled. I had to calm down. My womanly senses tingled. I found myself lost in evil thoughts that flooded my mind. I was standing naked in front of a guy I had long fantasized about. Steve stepped into my dimly lit bedroom. “Oh shit!” I thought to myself. “Is he going to rape me?” I wanted to be raped. I wanted him to push me down on my bed ...