My Wife’s Best Friend is the Perfect Houseguest

“You keep staring at my legs.” Samantha didn’t even look at me. She just knew. My wife Cassie had gone to bed an hour ago but I was staying up to hang out with our houseguest, her best friend. My wife is seven months pregnant right now and she has been falling asleep early each night so Samantha and I have been watching a few late night movies together.

“Sorry.” I said. We had made a makeshift bed for her on the floor of our living room with cushions and blankets that she could sleep on. It took up the entire floor and butted right up against our couch too. So after Cassie had gotten up to go to bed, it left just me and Samantha laying in her pseudo bed.

She wasn’t even distracted from the movie we were watching as she said, “It’s fine. I’m used to guys staring.”

“I bet.” I hated how cocky she was.

She asked, “You like long legs?”

What kind of question is that? But I gave the answer she was looking for. “Sure. Doesn’t everyone?”

“Cassie doesn’t really have long legs. Thats all.” She finally looked at me.

“I like her legs too.” I countered lamely, “I love different shapes. People like different things. For example I like a big ass and you don’t really find big asses sexy.”

I knew that Samantha had said that she didn’t like big asses because she had said as much to Cassie which we thought was odd because it was the only feature about herself that Samantha didn’t think was perfect. I did.

She got a little defensive, saying “I like a big butt. I just think it shouldn’t be too big.”

I pushed a little further. “Cassie said you don’t like your ass.”

She brushed off my comment easily. “I like my ass but I wish it was a little smaller.”

“No way!” I said.

“Yeah?” She seemed to find this funny. “You like it, huh?”

“I do. If you weren’t best friends with my wife I would be hitting on you right now.” I said. I couldn’t believe that I was feeding her ego like this.

“That wouldn’t be cool dude. She’s like my sister. But you know that.” She said flatly.

“I know, I said if you WEREN’T…” I said irritably.

“Oh good… cuz I thought you were trying to get me drunk with this wine… and weed makes me horny.” She was blunt and she was playing me.

“Well I can’t apologize about that.” I said.

“So what do you like about big butts? I just think they’re fat. And I don’t want to be fat.” She wanted more flattery.

“That’s what’s so good about yours. You have long legs and a flat tummy and thin arms but you still have this big round booty. It’s awesome.” I said.

Taken aback a little by my immediate appraisal of her body she said, “Thanks, I guess.”

“You asked.” I protested. “I’m just being honest. Women should be soft in places, thats what makes them so attractive. If a woman works out too much and she gets pecs… yuck. Tone is nice but you want a big butt and soft tits.”

“Oh, I have perfect breasts. They’re awesome.” Samantha was so confident.

I kept staring at her legs and she didn’t put them away.

“You’re still staring.” She said without looking my way.

“Yeah…” I said.

Casually she said, “We should just fuck and get it out of the way.”

I was shocked. “What?”

“Just physical. No big deal. This fucking movie is making me horny and Steve is at home and you’re here and Cassie’s asleep. I just want some release. Can you handle that?” She said.

I was blown away. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Look I saw the porn on your computer earlier too, okay? Got some picks of me mixed in there too I see. It was pretty fucking filthy!”

That leveled me. I didn’t know what to say. “Oh… Yeah… I…”

“I think we can agree to just keep this physical. I just want to get off. I wouldn’t be the first girl who fucked her sister’s boyfriend.” She said.

“Husband.” I reminded her.

“Right.