The best friend part 1

Being a stay at home mum to four*kids can get pretty lonely. Especially when your husband seems to never be at home, due to his work.*Now I wont lie, I certainly don't have the best figure, but after four kids I think I'm looking pretty good. An average size U.K. 16/18 with 42dd breasts and perfectly curved pear shaped hips. I look in the mirror and still love what I see.*Life at home has been pretty boring lately and I'm fed up of satisfying myself. I mean, there is only so much self pleasure a woman can take. So I decided to see if I can play out my most wanted fantasy, fucking my husband's high school best friend, Michael.*I have wanted him since the day I first met him, at his wedding about eight years ago. He was dressed in a form fitting navy suit, had spikey dirty blonde hair that made me want to run my hands through bahis siteleri it. Combine that with the fact that I couldn't stop staring at his semi hard on through his trousers and I've thought of nothing but riding his rock hard cock until I can't take anymore at least once a day since.*One cold Friday night, I sat in a nice relaxing candle lit bath and decided to look Michael up on Facebook. Scrolling through his profile, I gently rubbed my clit under the warm water as I looked at his beautiful face. Oh how I longed for him. Before I knew it I was panting hard and sliding two fingers deep into my moist pussy, teasing myself by sliding them in and out slowly. It didn't take long before I had to put my phone on the floor because I was almost ready to cum. Now vigorously finger fucking myself with one hand and pulling at my canlı bahis siteleri rock hard nipples with the other, I arched my back as I called out Michael's name and came hard, as my pussy clenched around my two*fingers.*After I calmed down, I quickly washed my still sensitive body and jumped out the bath, drying myself off as I walked to the bedroom. Laying on the bed naked, I picked my phone up and typed the following message to Michael.*?Just*thought you'd like to know, you have made me cum more times than I can count and you've never even touched my body.*I think it's time you did!'I was nervous to press send. I mean would he even reply? What if he showed his wife, or worse still my husband, James? Screw it, I pressed send and anxiously awaited a response. Not expecting one, I got dressed in some white lacy canlı bahis knickers, a*white vest top and went to do my mum duties like locking up the house etc before climbing into bed.A few days passed and I had no reply yet. I was starting to worry, as I could see he had seen the message. Thinking the worst,*I decided to ask James if he wanted to go for a coffee today so we could spend some time together, but really I wanted to figure out if Michael had spoken to him.*?Sure, love, we can go for a coffee,? replied James.So after the kids were all sent to school we jumped in the car and headed into town to get coffee.*'I'll go find a table, would you grab me a caramel latte please, babe?? I said to James?Yes sure, see you in a minute, baby,' he replied.Sitting at the table I look over at James and there is a long queue, so I get my phone out and head straight to Facebook. After a minute or two,*I get a friend request from Michael. Shocked I look around, almost as if*to check if anyone is looking at me. As*I go to accept the request a message from him pops up.