I wish I could stop (f)antasizing about my friends husband .... | 2016

But I just can't! My friend Melissas' husband? He's freaking hot. And he's got that Dom vibe about him which totally turns me on. And I can't be the only one. There has to be other women here who fantasize about their friends husbands. And mind you, while I appreciated his good looks and sarcastic wit, I never thought about Dan "that" way until he made me think of him "that" way.

Allow me to elaborate .... I was supposed to meet a friend out one night at a local bar that had live music. My friends' husband was in this band and we'd socialized with them for years. When I got to the bar, I was happy to find out they were there and to run right into Melissa. She was already at least a sheet to the wind and the more Melissa drinks, the more fun she is. When she saw me, she literally jumped up and down with excitement. When the friend I'd gone there to meet no-showed on me, Melissa insisted I stay anyway. So while she was out on the dance floor with other friends, I was sitting in a chair, people watching. I was wearing a light cotton top that buttoned up the back and was just long enough to cover the top of my jeans. I remember leaning forward for some reason so that my back was away from the chair and my shirt pulling up, exposing my lower back, just above my jeans. And when I did, I felt fingers tickle the bare skin that was exposed. I sit up and whip around to see Dan grinning and nudging his buddy. I laugh it off and turn back around. I mean, I've known this couple for years. We're not best friends by any means but I consider them friends enough so I'm not uncomfortable with being touched by Dan. I mean, hell, we're hug-and-a-kiss hello kind of friends.

As I said, I turn back around in my seat and go back to people watching. And then I feel that someone is standing right behind me. I turn my head to see Dan standing against the back of the chair I'm sitting in. I smile, ask how the night is going ... and we make small talk for a few minutes. Then his buddy steps up next to him and they start talking but the music is too loud and I can't hear them. I resume my former facing front position and go back to people watching. And that's when it happens. I feel fingers trailing up my back and they pause at each button up the back of my shirt and then they're on the bare skin between my shoulder blades, slowly, so slowly, trailing their way up. I can't move. And then those fingers are sliding up the back of my head and Dan leans over and grips a handful of my hair and says into my ear "I bet Joe loves grabbing your hair," and his grip tightens just enough, just short of being painful, "when your sexy ass is bent over in front of him." And he says it with this edge in his voice, right into my ear. The sound that came out of me was a combination of a moan and a gasp. To say I was surprised by this would be a massive understatement. You coulda knocked me over with a feather.

I didn't know what to be more surprised by. What he said. What he'd done. Or how instantly wet I was. I say nothing. My eyes betray any sense of outrage I may have wanted to fake at that moment, so I don't even bother. I just try to close my mouth so that flies don't get in. I don't know where this came from. I don't bother to ask.

There was one other incident. Another night when I was out seeing his band, I was showing him some pictures I'd taken of them playing. I was standing in front of Dan, my back against his chest and he was looking over my shoulder at the screen to my camera. At one point, he was looking down and says, again, directly into my ear, "I'm kind of surprised right now." I said "Why?" He said "I'm hard as hell right now." and he brushed said hard-on against my ass. My eyes widened a little and he says "Why are you so surprised? Your ass is against my crotch. I can smell your perfume and by the way, you smell really good. Most of all, I can see right. down. your. shirt. and I love the view." Then he patted my ass and walked away.

There have been no incidents in quite some time and I am careful when I'm around Dan now to behave myself and watch how close I get to him. But last night, when my husband was going down on me, I was having trouble getting off. Then I remembered that feeling from that night. I remembered Dan's hand in my hair and the way he looked at me when he told me he was hard as hell. Then I imagined him doing that while he was fucking me from behind. And I'll be damned if within a few minutes, I didn't cum and cum really hard.

So, ladies, how many of us fantasize about our friends' husbands? Don't worry if you do. You're definitely NOT ALONE.