One day, James noticed my legs quiver when he said the following sentence to my husband, upon being asked about the size of his hammer: Paired with his arched eyebrows, Big James just looked like trouble waiting to happen. In fact, when he would catch me checking him out, he returned my look with that smirk of a smile he had. James wasn’t uncomfortable with the way I looked at him. He started to notice I was paying a lot of attention to him, although I was hardly doing a good job of being discreet about it.
With James’ thick body, I had a feeling he had a big dick.
I would get wet each time I visualized James bullying my husband around, to the point where I was squirting thinking about James fucking me right in front of the man I was married to. The more I fantasized about James the more those fantasies involved James kicking my husband’s ass. When we did have sex, my eyes would be closed, imagining Big James on top of me instead of my little husband. The more I got to know James, the less sex I had with my husband, who was completely oblivious to my crush on his best friend. He also had an intimidating stare – sometimes I would catch my husband look away whenever James raised one of his arched eyebrows at him, something that always made me a little wet. James was a physical, hands-on kind of guy, the total opposite of my husband. In a masculine way, without trying to be. It didn’t help that James was good-looking, too. The idea of my husband being inferior to such an alpha male – who was his friend, no less – was always the last thought I had upon reaching an orgasm when masturbating. I would always try to hide my smile when I would see James shake my husband’s hand with a firm handshake – my husband shook hands delicately, so the physicality between them was quite the contrast. In fact, my husband looked quite meek compared to him. James was a few years younger than my husband, the same age as me. Well, James and my husband had been friends for a few years now, living in the same neighborhood. Best Friend Cuckold Stories: I Fucked My Husband’s Buddy While He Slept I smile back at him devilishly, not just because he’s fucking me so good, but because my husband was lying next to us on the same bed, a drunk mess, completely passed out. James is smiling down at me while thrusting his big cock and in and out of me, and it feels amazing, so fulfilling, so thick. Here I am, on my back, looking up at James, my husband’s best friend.
My name is Amy, and this was the craziest night of my life.