Best Friend’s Wife_(1)

Fbailey story number 782


Best Friend’s Wife


Jim and I had been friends since high school. I was his best man at his wedding and he was my best man at my wedding. Unfortunately my marriage didn’t last very long. Terri found out that she liked girls better and moved on with her life.

Jim and Samantha were doing pretty well though. They got through the first seven years and had a son that was just starting kindergarten. I envied him.

We worked in different towns at different companies and in different occupations but we always got together on Saturday mornings.

We usually took his son to a ball game or to a park to play. Occasionally we would take his wife with us too, especially if it involved her wearing less clothing. I guess I need to explain that last remark. Samantha was a total and complete knockout, a perfect ten, and in today’s language a MILF. In other words Samantha was a fucking wet dream. If she was coming with us I wanted to go to a water park, a nude beach, or a long walk in a warm light rain. Well the nude beach was out of the question and the warm summer rain only happened once but it was a memory that would last for a lifetime. Samantha’s white T-shirt and white bra got soaked, right to her skin. That bra was not very thick and did nothing to hide her dark areolas and hard nipples. Her tight yellow shorts got wet too. Her pink thong panties became visible and her dark pubic hair did too. It was the most erotic thing that I had ever seen. I lusted after her that day and ever since.

As too the water parks it was easy to talk Jimmy Junior into it, after all he was five and loved the big slides. I on the other hand enjoyed watching Samantha in her bikini going down the slides right after him to assure his safety. Big Jim was always off chasing some teenager in a really small bikini hoping for a show. I was pleased with the show before me. I played lifeguard and took the occasional picture…especially whenever Samantha was about to hit the pool of water at the bottom. I had some very nice pictures of her. Three of them were when she lost her top. They are without a doubt my favorite pictures of her.

Junior got out and ran around to go down again.

Samantha walked up to me. She was dripping wet. She looked amazing. Then she asked, “Do you still have those pictures of me when I lost my top two summers ago?”

I replied, “Yes, I treasure them.”

She laughed and said, “I bet!