[request] my friend's wife | 2016

forgot to add: [M/F]

I can’t believe I didn’t find this subreddit any sooner! Anyways, I have a good friend Britt who is married to one of my best friends. My best friend and I are slightly older than the average redditor, but Britt is much much younger than her husband, at 24 years of age. She is the typical bubbly athletic blonde with a very outgoing personality to the point where everyone mistakes her for flirting. It wasn’t until several events over the course of the past few years to figure out that her flirting towards me was genuine.

One day, my wife and I were over at their place, and we were helping them with their knitting/sewing room. We spent a few grueling hours moving boxes and furniture from their storage facility onto trucks and into this newly renovated room. Apparently they needed our help because I was the only able body fit enough to lift the heavy crap. We all agreed to go and freshen up before lunch, so we all took turns taking a shower. When we gathered for lunch, Britt was still showering but the rest of us just helped ourselves to the pizza. There was a spare chair to my left, and my wife was seated to my right. Britt silently perched herself onto the chair to my surprise, and leaned in for food, wet hair dangling about her shoulders. What surprised me even further was that she was wearing a tanktop and a very short dark yellow skirt that was loosely fitted – and she never wears skirts. She was always carefree about her appearance, but always seemed to look sexy. She would slide off her chair a few times to get something in the kitchen, but would brush her legs against mine every time. Every time, she would turn my way, slide her first leg off the seat, and then twist her body, with her legs wide open in my direction. One time I glanced down, and noticed she was wearing black underwear. She is also one of two people that know that legs turn me on. And feet. I couldn’t help noticing, but she would even put a hand on my leg or my shoulder to help herself up or off. Again, I chalked it up to her just being comfortable with touching.

After lunch, the girls were setting up the shelving in the closet, and I was setting up one of the tables myself. It was mostly just the 3 of us, and Britt’s husband would sometimes walk in and help with moving things around, but was busy hosting his parents in the living room. At this point I was staring at Britt and the incredible display of legs, but trying to be stealthy about it. My wife usually dressed more modestly, and was in capris. Britt would just bend over and pick something up, knowing full well I was on the floor directly facing her. I got a full view of all her ass and thong and everything. I was totally enjoying the view at this point, and my wife was completely oblivious.

When Britt’s husband brought more boxes in, he made a comment about her dress being inappropriate for renovations. They threw comments back each other and he just walked off. Britt went into their bedroom and was yelling things about her dress looking perfectly fine. After a minute, Britt rejoined us in the room. She just sat on one of the chairs in the room. My wife had her head in the closet trying to sort and set the hundreds of fabrics, and Britt just stared at me, facing me, with her legs crossed. I would sometimes glance back at her, and she would just stare back, with a curious smile. Sometimes, I would catch movement and look up at her, and she would move her legs and point at me with her toes or flex her toes at me. Like I said, she was one of two people who knew about my sexual preferences, and she was obviously playing with me now. Her feet were admittedly in better shape than my wife’s, mostly because she was younger and did lots of pedicures.

What caused my jaw to drop, was she would do the Sharon Stone thing where she would slowly open up her legs and cross them the other way. And this time, she was very clearly NOT wearing underwear! She would do this while people brought in boxes and stuff. Then she propped one of her feet on the chair, and pretended to fiddle with her toes, all the while clearly flashing me. And yes, she was clean shaven.

She then sat on the other chair that was closer to me, and crossed her legs, planting her foot in the way of the line of screws I was working on, showing me her sole. I looked up at her trying to figure out what she was doing, but all I read from her was a playful smile. I smiled back and just poked the arch of her foot with my screwdriver, and she flinched with the “I can’t believe you just did that” expression, but didn’t verbally say anything. What was curious, was she shot a quick look at my wife, so it appeared she was trying to hide her flirting. I decided to take this one step further to see what she would do, so I very obviously held her foot with one hand, and at the same time held a screw in place. With my other hand, I used the screwdriver. Interestingly enough, she let me hold her foot, and even wiggled it in my grip.

Her husband walked in, and she quickly stepped down onto the floor and pretended to help me assemble the desk by holding a panel in place. I just continued to screw in the remaining pieces, and we flipped the table over onto its feet. With that, they moved a bunch of boxes into the room and we were done.

Their parents leave early, and the remaining four of us sit in the living room just chatting away. My wife gets up to announce that we should get going, so Britt takes this opportunity to jump onto her husband, who was lying down with an arm over his eyes. It took him by surprise but looked funny. She was straddling him and leaned in to kiss him, to which he was swatting her away and saying she hurt him. Ironically, at this point, she had put back on her panties, as when she leaned in, her dress hiked up and showed a little bit of thong. At this point, my wife and I were like, ‘we can show ourselves out!’ And we left, hearing them play-struggle. I don’t know if they ended up having sex that afternoon, but Britt does tell me that her sex drive is much much higher than his. The image in my mind that day was when we locked eyes as we were leaving. I couldn’t read what she was thinking but it seemed like a desperate plea for help type of look.