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My Wife’s Best Friend

Lara and I had been married for just over a year when her best friend Terri left her husband. The two of them had two children, both quite young. They were stationed in Germany where he was a cook for the Air Force. Terri and Lara had been best friends for most of their lives and when Terri asked if she and the kids could come and stay with us for a while, we agreed. At first neither Lara or I was aware of what had caused their split, but we welcomed Terri and her two young kids into our modest home. Terri would tell Lara what had happened after she arrived and in turn Lara filled me in.

Terri and the kids arrived late on Friday evening and Lara and I did our best to make them comfortable. Terri and Lara spent most of that first evening huddled together talking quietly as I entertained the kids. Over pillow talk late Friday night, Lara gave me the details of Terri’s split with her husband. He had started to deny their youngest child and had started to physically and mentally abuse Terri. She returned to the States as quickly as she could and seemed to be happy to settle in with us. Friday night ended quietly. As Saturday began, Lara left for her part-time job at a convenience store leaving me with our guests.

At this point, I must provide a little background information. I had known both Terri and Lara since we were all very young. Terri was always really quiet and Lara and I were both what you might call ‘brainiacs’ since we both excelled in school. I had no romantic interest in Lara until years later when our paths crossed again and we both just hit it off. Soon after, we moved in together. Things were good for nearly two years, then the wheels started to come off. After our wedding, Lara just let herself go and gained almost two hundred pounds in less than eight months. She literally went from svelte to slovenly in that short time. I’m sorry, but she was no longer sexually attractive to me. I still liked her and cared for her, but any further chance of love (of any type) was gone. Terri would figure that out quite quickly. As for Terri, I had never looked at her in a romantic fashion, but always thought she was cute. She was very petite at five-two and if she weighed ninety pounds soaking wet it would amaze me. She always came across to me as a bit mousey (a serious error in perception on my part as I would soon discover).

I made lunch for Terri, myself and the kids and she then set about the task of putting them down for a nap. Being a football Saturday, I retreated to the family room with a cold beer and turned on the tube. A short time later, Terri appeared at the door of the room carrying a beer of her own. ‘Funny’, I thought to myself, ‘I don’t ever recall seeing her drink’. She asked who was playing and what the score was. I told her and she seemed pleased. (Everyone who reads material on this site knows where I am from and should have figured out by now that I bleed Scarlet and Grey) Terri asked if she could join me and I said, “of course”. She sat on my right, parked her beer on the coffee table and began watching the game with as much interest as I.

Our team, ranked number four that particular season, managed to stomp their opponents back to the dark ages that Saturday. Terri and I had several more beers each and cheered quietly so as not to wake her napping children. To my total surprise, as the game ended, Terri reached her left hand over to me and deftly stroked my cock through my jeans. I didn’t know what to think. She hadn’t said a word, she just fondled me. I’m not saying I didn’t like it, I was just surprised.

I turned to look at her and saw a sly smile on her face.

“What’s that about?”, I asked.

“Is there something wrong?”, she replied, slowly taking her hand away.

“What you just did, Terri. I didn’t expect that”.

“Then you sure as hell don’t expect this”, she exclaimed. With that she leaned toward me, grabbed my face in her hands and started kissing me with more passion than I have ever felt. I broke the kiss after regaining my composure and asked her, “What do you think you are doing? You are my wife’s best friend. We can’t be doing this”.

“Who says we can’t”, she responded. “We’re both adults. We can kiss if we want”.

I said, “That’s not what I mean. You and Lara have been friends since you were both little kids. She has told me about all the things the two of you have been through and I know most of what happened with you and your husband. What I’m saying is that you and I can’t….you know….be together like this….because of Lara. I AM married to her”.

Terri said, “I’m betting you’re not happy though”.

I replied, “now why on earth would you say that”?

“I have only been here a few hours”, Terri told me. “But I am an observant girl”.

“OK. Do tell”, I said.

“You never touch her…never kiss her…never even hug her. Technically, you’re still newlyweds, but there’s no passion. I want to know why you even married her. I know her side of the story, but I want to hear yours. In fact, I’m betting I know stuff that YOU don’t know. I may be pushing it here, but I don’t think you even love her. Why don’t you just tell me if I’m on track or what?”.

With that said, Terri folded her arms across her chest and just glared at me.

She had gotten through to the very heart of the matter. The fact was that even though Lara and I had dated for two years and had lived together as a married couple for a year after that, I really DIDN’T love her. The way that she had let herself go and all the weight gain had made her unattractive. (I learned through another mutual friend that her own mother had told her that since she was now married she no longer had to be pleasing to the eye. What a bunch of shit!) I know that sounds awful, but it was true. I liked her, respected her, but didn’t love her. Somehow, in the year before Terri came to stay with us, Lara had convinced me to go with her to Virginia, get married and live with her happily ever after.