Husband’s Best Friend

My husband was transferred to San Diego to attend school to learn more about his navy job. Finding a place in San Diego was hard because it was very expensive but we found a small two bedroom apartment for us and our son. Although very junior an E-3, guys at the school loved him because he had a car and a place off the base for everyone to hang out.

We would throw parties and all the guys from his school would come over a drink. They would usually drink too much and pass out on the couch or we would have guys all over the apartment sleeping on the floor. It was fun seeing all the guys drunk off their ass and joking around.

One of the guys became real good friends with my husband. Dennis had a lot in common with my husband and they hit it off. He became a regular fixture around the apartment coming over almost everyday and stay the weekends with us. He must have loved our couch because he slept on it all the time.

Dennis was a tall good looking guy that had no problem picking up women. He was 6 foot tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, and very handsome. He would always wear tight shirts or tank tops showing off his big chest and arms and jean shorts fit nicely against his ass. I couldn’t help myself from looking sometimes and dream of him taking me.


Dennis would always flirt with me and rub his crotch against me as he passed me in the kitchen. And I was no better, because I would wear loose fitting tops and no bra and bend over in front of him flashing him my firm 36C breast. At night, I would wear skimpy outfits like a tank top and tiny baggy shorts with no panties that showed off my sexy thighs.