A true story about two people whose sexual attraction overcomes their reluctance to cheat on her husband, his friend

This is a true story. I have changed the names and
slightly altered the surrounding circumstances to
preserve privacy and friendships but the quotations and
interactions are 100% as the occurred.

I had gone to bed early because I was leaving early in
the morning. After 18 months of initial military
training, my coursemates and I had received our orders
and were dispersing to bases across the country. I
remember that I had packed and then put on my old,
favourite pyjamas. They had seen better days – the
waistband elastic was shot and one of the snap
fasteners no longer worked. I connected two of the
remaining fasteners to keep the pants around my waist.

Before I fell asleep in my room in on-base quarters, I
heard a knock on my door. One of my married buddies,
Robert, had come by to say farewell to the single
members of our course. We chatted a bit and then he
started to leave. I asked him to say goodbye to his
wife, Karen, for me. Karen, I knew, was outside in the
car, not being allowed in the all-male building.

As I resettled in bed, I began fantasizing about Karen
sneaking into the building, coming to my room and…I
started to get a hard-on. Another knock on the door. I
got up and opened the door, hiding behind it to conceal
my bulging crotch. There she was. I could see Robert
down by the building entrance, making sure that she
found me. He then went back to the car while Karen and
I chatted briefly and then she moved to hug me. I moved
from behind the door quickly and fell into the hug,
very aware that only a threadbare layer of cloth
separated her from my cock.

I was 25 years old at the time and still a virgin. I
got along well with women but did not attract them in a
romantic or sexual way. Later that year, I lost my
virginity and, by the time I met up with Robert and
Karen again, I had slept with seven women.

Four years later, we had all moved to the same city and
continued our friendship. I often dropped over for a
meal, and Robert and I played a variety of sports
together.

One day, I phoned Robert and asked if I could borrow
something from him the following week. He said that I
could and I replied that I would drop by early in the
week. When I did so, Karen answered the door, saying
that Robert had gone away for a few days. She invited
me in and we began to chat, as we normally did. At one
point, she admitted that she and Robert were not
getting along. I was shocked although I could remember
a few small incidents in which I thought that he had
been unkind to her.

I said, “I had no idea. You have never mentioned
anything.” She then said the words that will remain in
my memory until I die.

“I find it hard to talk to you about this because I
find you sexually attractive.”

Not having ever thought that women found me sexually
attractive, I was floored by this statement. She
explained. That evening years earlier, when she went to
my room to say farewell, she had noticed my hard cock
(I am still not sure how, since I had tried to conceal
it and we were standing fairly close to each other).
That had turned her on and she had never forgotten it.
This was the first time that I had heard of a woman
being sexually excited by a visual stimulus.

I was completely floored. Having spent so much of my
adult life as a virgin, I found it hard to accept what
she had said. We discussed this for a while and agreed
that we would be great together but neither wished to
hurt Robert.

The doorbell sounded. Their neighbour was doing some
work outside and asked if I could move my car. A bit
embarrassed for Karen that she had been found with
another man in the house, I said that I had to leave
and got up to go. Karen blocked my way, thanked the
neighbor, and closed the door. She then gave me a big
hug and, as she pulled away, grabbed my crotch,
commenting on the hard bulge that it contained.

Needless to say, the memory of what happened dominated
my thoughts for days.

A week later, I went over again, to return the borrowed
item. Again, Robert was away and we resumed our
conversation. Karen was wearing a simple dress with an
elastic border just above her breasts. She was a pretty
woman, a few pounds overweight – just enough to give
her a softness and fullness. I cannot remember exactly
how and when but I know that I slipped the dress down
to reveal her breasts and spent time enjoying them.

She got up to do something and I stretched out a bit on
the couch to relieve the pressure in my pants. She
returned, sat on the floor beside me, opened my pants,
and started sucking. Nothing in my life has equaled
that experience. Here was an attractive woman, married
to my good friend, unbidden, sucking my cock. At one
point, she stopped and said, “Just lie back and enjoy
this. I am.”

Karen admitted that it had taken her a few years before
she came to grips with what she called her sexuality.
Clearly, her passion for sex was more like a guy’s than
a woman’s. She craved it and, apparently, Robert did
not.

While I was overcome with emotion at having attracted
Karen, and wished to make love to her, I cherished my
friendship with Robert and could not let it proceed.

One day, on the premise of going shopping, Karen left
their home and came straight to mine. Again, we chatted
a bit and then I mentioned that I had read something
that might give her comfort. “It’s upstairs in my
bedroom,” I said. “Do you want to come up or shall I
bring it down?” She chose to go up.

I read it to her and then she excused herself to go to
the bathroom. I decided to sit behind the bedroom door
while waiting, to catch her unawares when she returned.

I heard the bathroom door open. She entered the bedroom
wearing only my bath towel. She turned and saw me, then
turned toward the bed, dropped the towel and climbed
into bed.

I went and sat beside her and reminded her that I was
attracted to her and thought that we would be great
together but I had a huge obstacle, named Robert,
preventing me from making love to her. She sadly said
that she understood. So, here we were: she naked in my
bed, and me, fully clothed, sitting on it beside her.

I asked if she would like me to strip and cuddle with
her. She said yes.

She had decided that she could accept my decision to
not screw her, but lost that resolve when I snuggled up
to her. I certainly could not stop when she drew me
into her. Almost immediately, she began to come…and
come and come.

I could never get over the fact that I was cheating on
my good friend, and Karen and I never found the sexual
satisfaction that we had anticipated (I never came with
her). A year later, I met my future wife, the four of
us became good friends and my sexual relationship with
Karen ended. After another year, she and Robert
separated but both she and Robert remained friends with
us.

Thirty years later, this affair remains the most
significant sexual memory of my life and one of the
warmest memories I have. I have not seen Karen or
Robert for many years but I remember them as good
friends and particularly remember Karen for making me
feel so special.