by Lexi Archer
So I peered over the seat, and I was immediately greeted with a sight that would’ve been fucking glorious on any day of the week, but let’s just say that with the way I was already confusingly turned on thinking about Teresa with that guy, well, the sight of Kirsten’s tits barely contained by that tank top was enough to make my cock rocket to attention.
I was so distracted that I didn’t even look at her screen. No, I stared at those twin mounds that I’d looked at so many times before. I thought about how delicious it would be to put my mouth on one of her tits. Maybe run my cock in between those soft pillows until I blew a load all over her or on her face. I grunted just thinking of it.
That grunt probably wasn’t the best thing for me to do given the circumstances. Kirsten immediately looked up and I immediately moved my eyes over to her screen. Blood was pumping, and it was only partly because of the gorgeous sight of her breasts on display. No, this time part of it was pure panic. Did she see me staring?
I looked from the screen to her face. She smiled up at me. Was that a knowing smile? Did she realize what I’d been up to? Or was that an oblivious smile that she’d give to any guy?
Well, maybe not any guy, but certainly to her husband’s best friend.
“Reading over my shoulder now? I can just read this stuff off to you,” she said.
“Yeah, well,” I said. My mind was running at a million miles a minute. She could just read those messages off to me, but I suddenly had a very compelling reason for wanting to lean forward and stare at her while she was distracted by her phone and Trevor was distracted by staring at the road, and that reason had absolutely nothing to do with wanting to see what my bitch of a recent ex-girlfriend was saying about me online.
No, I’d gotten a front row view of paradise, and I wanted more. So much more. I felt like a jerk for wanting to stare at my best friend’s wife like that, but at the same time it’s not like I was going to stop. I was obsessed.
Briefly I wondered if this is how the guy felt before he hopped into bed with Teresa. I knew firsthand just how fucking hot she was. Just how incredible she was in bed. What man could resist those charms?
I pushed those thoughts away, though. The last thing I wanted was to compare myself to that prick who was pounding away at my girlfriend. No, much better to just enjoy the show Kirsten was inadvertently putting on and leave it at that. Besides, it’s not like I was hurting anything by staring at her tits. Not when she was wearing a tank top like that which showed everything off anyways.
It’s not like it was anything approaching cheating. At least that’s how I rationalized what I was doing in the moment even though there was a part of me that was screaming that I was no better than that asshole with Teresa.
“I think it would be better if I just read over your shoulder,” I said, thinking fast. “After all, you’ve been pretty bad about reading what she’s saying. You just tell me to hold on for a minute and then you get so busy arguing with the bitch that you never get around to actually telling me what’s going on.”
Kirsten looked up at me. Locked eyes with me, would be a more accurate description. Her breathing seemed to be picking up a bit, almost as though this was turning her on. I’ll tell you one thing for sure. It took every bit of my concentration to keep from moving my eyes down the curve of her neck to where her chest was no doubt rising and falling as we kept our eyes locked. I felt like this was a test. Like she was willing me to stare at her tits.
Only I also knew that if I did that the game would be up. I don’t know how I knew it. It was just a strong feeling. This was a game, and I was going to play it.
I glanced over to Trevor. He looked at me and grinned, but returned his attention to the road a moment later. “Devin does have a point hon. I’m sitting here wondering what the hell’s going on and you haven’t actually told us anything for the past twenty miles.”
“Fine. I guess it’s okay if you look over my shoulder,” Kirsten said with a wink. Then she returned her attention to the phone and started tapping away again.
I figured that was my cue to lean forward again, only this time I didn’t care at all about what was going on with Teresa. She could say whatever the hell she wanted about me online. The last update Kirsten told me about was her talking about how horrible it was that I was working a job until five every day and how everything changed when I became gainfully employed and that was the reason why she was out there cheating on me.
Yeah, that went over really well. I had a feeling she was going to lose most of our shared friends over this one. Kirsten was having a hell of a lot of fun sparring with her as well.
I was more interested in getting another peek down Kirsten’s tank top, though. God her tits were amazing. I’d always thought Teresa looked damn good, but if I’m being honest Kirsten was right up there with her. I thought back to the night when Trevor and Kirsten got together. Sometimes I wondered what might’ve happened if I went up to talk to her first, but Trevor had pulled a fast one and sent me to get drinks while he swooped in and swept her off her feet.
Not that I was too mad about that. Not anymore, at least. It had been touch and go for a couple of months there. The two of them were good for each other, and besides. She was my best friend’s wife. That meant I got to see her whenever I wanted while I had Teresa to go home to.
Used to have Teresa. Hopefully whatever girl I got with next would be just as hot as her. Just as hot as Kirsten.
I realized I’d reached down and was stroking my cock as I stared at her tits, and I quickly put a stop to that. No, it was one thing to catch a peek at her tits while she didn’t realize what was going on. I figured it was a whole different level of creepy if I was back here jacking it looking at her tits, though. So I put a stop to that.
I glanced over to Trevor, but his eyes were on the road. Sure he could probably glance in the rear view mirror and see what was going on, but for now he was paying attention to where we were going which is what should be going on.
I looked back to Kirsten and she did something that very nearly had me blowing a load in her pants. She was still scrolling through the online drama created by my split with Teresa, but she moved her other hand up to her shirt and started messing with her tank top. In particular she was messing with the spot where the thin material met the perfect globes of her tits.
She pulled on it as though she was adjusting it, and by the end of her adjustment I could see more than I did before. She’d pulled it down to the point that her bra was just peeking out over the top. It was bright green and sparkly, and it held my attention. God she was so fucking hot. I could stare at that sight all day long!
It was a damn shame that the ride was only a couple of hours long.
Kirsten looked up at me and smiled, then turned her attention back to her phone. Pointed to something on the screen and I at least had the presence of mind to look at that for a moment instead of concentrating on the treasures on offer right in front of me.
“Can you believe what she’s saying here?”
I glanced at the screen and gave it a quick once over, but I wasn’t really paying all that much attention. No, the sight of her tank top moving lower and lower with every passing second was more than enough to pull my attention away from whatever Teresa was going on about. It looked like right now she was in the middle of an argument with her mom of all people who was telling her she was an idiot.
I was too distracted by the buffet of flesh on display in front of me to really care. Kirsten started tapping away at her phone once more, but this time she reached up and idly started adjusting her top again.
I figured this was it. The show was over. It had been a nice run while it lasted, but she was going to pull her top up and that was going to be that. Which was a damn shame, but at the same time I could understand why she wouldn’t want to spend most of the trip with her tits hanging out even if that was exactly what I wanted to see happen!
Only once more that wasn’t what happened at all. No, instead
of pulling up she was pulling down again. A thumb looped into hr bra and my breath caught. Was this really happening? Was she really this oblivious?
Another thought occurred to me in that moment. What if she wasn’t oblivious? We’d always flirted back and forth in the past, but it had never gone farther than flirting. I had too much respect for my bro Trevor to ever try and pull something like that. Kirsten seemed to have too much respect for her relationship, and my relationship with Teresa for that matter, to ever go beyond some gentle pushing and prodding.
Still, there had been more than a few occasions where I went home from a party or hanging out with my friends with a raging hard on that had everything to do with Kirsten getting a little too up close and personal. A little too flirtations. There had been plenty of times when I was pounding away at Teresa and imagining it was Kirsten I was filling with my cock.
Just like I was pretty sure there were a few occasions when Trevor had gone home with Kirsten and had his fun with her while thinking about Teresa. The door swung both ways when it came to our friend group, after all.
And apparently Teresa had decided to take that one step further. She’d decided that simply flirting with another guy wasn’t enough for her. No, she had to have the whole thing, the bitch.
That wasn’t important, though. What was really important was what was going down right in front of me with Kirsten. Were things different now that I wasn’t with Teresa? There seemed to be no way she couldn’t be doing that on purpose. What if she was trying to give me a show? I glanced to Trevor but again his eyes were forward on the road and he seemed completely oblivious to anything going down right next to him.
A voice in the back of my head whispered that I needed to look away. That I shouldn’t be perving on my best friend’s girl. That voice was quickly drowned out by an overwhelming desire to see what would happen here. To see how far Kirsten was willing to take this. To see whether or not this was an accident or if she was pulling off the mother of all teases and I was just along for the ride.
I didn’t have to wait long to see how far it would go.
Kirsten’s hand idly moved down to her bra and then she moved into the bra. One moment that sparkly green number was covering everything up and the next moment I could see everything. She pulled down and her breast popped out.
My breath caught. It was weird. On the one hand it was just a breast. I’d seen plenty of girls in the buff over the years. Hell, I’d fantasized about seeing Kirsten just like this. I’d come pretty close over the years a couple of times when there were wardrobe malfunctions, but somehow seeing the gentle curve of her breast for the first time was incredible.
Then she moved over to the other one and I was looking at both of her breasts in all their glory. They were perfect orbs jigging with the motion of the car capped by pink nipples that looked delectable. I wanted to take off my seatbelt and devour her, though of course I wasn’t going to do anything of the sort considering that would likely cause one hell of a scene.
And just as soon as it had started, the show was over. I sighed, and immediately wished I hadn’t. That one wistful sigh drew Kirsten’s attention. She looked up at me and there was a huge fucking grin on her face. The sort of grin that told me she knew exactly what I’d been doing this entire time. The sort of grin that said I was well and truly fucking caught.
I braced myself, wondering if this was the moment when she was going to tell Trevor what was going on. I was no better than that prick who was fucking Teresa. I’d be lucky if I got tossed to the side of the road without getting my ass beat. Not that I thought Trevor could take me in a fair fight, we’d come to a draw at best, but I’d be hard pressed to fight back all that much considering I was the asshole in this scenario.
Except she didn’t call out the alarm. No, she just smiled up at me, readjusted so her tits were back in her bra, and went back to messing with her phone with two hands as though nothing had happened.
No words passed between us, but it was pretty fucking obvious that everything she’d just done was intentional. I sat back, my head hitting the back wall of the car, and thought about what that might mean.
This weekend was going from shitty to very interesting, and it was happening really fucking fast!
4: Flirting
“That bitch!”
“Tell us how you really feel Kirsten,” I said.
She fixed me with what could only be described as a withering stare. I smiled right back at her.
“I’ll have you know I’m defending our best friend’s honor here,” she said.
“Funny,” I said. “I figured he was my best friend. I thought he was just a part of the package.”
“Your best friend is my best friend,” she said. “And I’ll defend them to the death. Especially when that bitch is trying to make it seem like he’s the asshole when she cheated on him!”
I shivered as I thought of that. I couldn’t help myself. The idea of Teresa, a hot little number in her own right even if she wasn’t as hot as Kirsten, cheating on Devin was surprisingly compelling.
Not that I was ever going to breathe a word of that to him. No, how to explain that the idea of a girl stepping out on a well-established relationship was kind of hot? That was opening a bag of worms that I’d rather not get into, thank you very much. So I kept my mouth shut.
I glanced over to Kirsten who was still tapping away at her phone even as we passed a sign that said we were close to the off ramp leading to the resort. Though calling it a resort was probably a bit much. It was really more of a motel that had a bus that went to the amusement park.
It wouldn’t be all that unwelcome if Kirsten did a little bit of cheating of her own. Not that I thought something like that was ever going to happen.
No, she was faithful, but still. The idea was hot. And there’d been that moment she shared with Devin. Just a brief moment, but the way she was defending him made me wonder if there was something more there.
Every time they got together it left me wondering if there was something more going on there. And every time nothing actually happened. She stayed faithful.
Talk about screwed up. Here I was with a girl who loved me and stayed faithful, and all I could think about was how that was a damn shame.
“Has she said anything else?” Devin asked from his perch in the back seat. Though he’d been leaning forward staring at Kirsten for almost the entire ride.
I wondered how much of that was because he was interested in what she was dong on social media, Teresa had blocked him on just about everything as soon as she realized the jig was up and he knew she was cheating on him, and how much of that was because leaning forward like that gave him one hell of a view down the front of Kirsten’s tank top. A tank top, I might add, that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Their back and forth had been killing me the entire ride. It was two hours of pure torture. Glancing in the back mirror and seeing him leaning forward just enough that he could see down the front of her tank top. Looking at her shimmying and pulling her shirt down so he could get a better view.
The first time she did that I figured it was an accident or she didn’t know she was giving him one hell of a show. By the fourth or fifth time I realized she was totally doing that on purpose.
Yeah, it was enough to drive me to distraction. I figured it was one hell of a fucking miracle that we managed to arrive at the park in one piece. Because I sure as hell was having trouble keeping my eyes on the road.
“Hello?”
I blinked. Kirsten was staring at me. Expectantly. As though she’d just said something and was waiting for a response. Damn it. What had she just said? I searched my mind, but I came up blank. I’d been too busy focusing on the sexy interplay between her and Devin.
Like I said, one hell of a distraction.
Kirsten smiled at me. It was a thin secretive smile. As though she was in on some joke and I wasn’t. I blushed and turned away. There was no surer way for her to let me know I’d be
en caught in the act.
“I’m sorry, what did you say? I was distracted by the road.”
It sounded weak even as I said it.
“Distracted by the road,” she said. “Yeah. I buy that.”
Apparently she thought it sounded weak too. I was completely out of my depth with this conversation. I was too damn distracted with what I thought maybe sort of was going on between my wife and my recently single best friend.
“Well it’s true,” I said.
She reached out and patted my cheek. “Whatever you say baby,” she said.
I returned my focus to the road. For real this time, and not a moment too soon. I slammed on the brakes as I realized we were coming up on a line of stalled traffic waiting at the exit to the amusement park and our hotel.
A hotel where there were suddenly very interesting possibilities running through my mind. Possibilities involving Kirsten helping Devin get over his breakup in a very intimate way that were very wrong for a girl who was already spoken for.
And yet in my mind I wanted nothing more than to see that. It was crazy.
“See?” Kirsten asked. “I told you you weren’t paying attention to the road.”
“You sound almost happy that I nearly wrecked the car to prove your point,” I grumbled.
“Actually I’m more happy that you decided to pay attention to where we were going and less attention on my tits,” she replied.
“Can you blame the guy?” Devin asked from the back seat.
He leaned forward again. Put an arm around the seat and I didn’t miss the way his eyes ran down to those two perfect orbs. To those globes that I loved watching bouncing up and down.
I shivered thinking about those globes bouncing up and down as she sat on top of me riding me for everything she was worth, but that wasn’t the only thing running through my erotic imagination.
No, I thought of the sweat of her body over Devin’s. His muscles coming together with the tight curves of her own toned and firm forbidden pleasures. I imagined gasps and moans. Those quiet little signs of absolute pleasure from my wife that I loved so much.