Man Tends To Best Friend’s Wife’s Needs

Sometimes people just need to be serviced. Just ask “Bob,” a writer from Philadelphia who slept with his friend’s wife, who wasn’t getting any action at home.

Here is an interview with Bob, submitted by TNA citizen journalist Carter S.

Carter S.: What is this all about?

Bob: I fucked my best friend’s wife in my apartment while he was working. He was a colleague at the magazine where I worked.

What year was this?

Either 1971 or 1972. I think I was 28 years old.

And you were married?

Yes. I got married in 1969.

So there was you, your wife, this guy …

His name was “Lyle” and his wife was “Jenny.”

How long had they been married?

Well, awhile. Plus they had just had a baby.

So, how did this affair occur? Were you guys partying or what?

Well, you have to know the whole background on it. He confided in me a few things … this is where it gets sad. He had the graveyard shift at the magazine – the 2 a.m. shift – and he told me, he says, “You know I get home at 10 a.m., I’m just beat. I go to bed; I don’t take care of my wife, there’s no sex.”

What did she do for a living?

She was a housewife. She had just had a baby.

He couldn’t fuck her in the afternoon when he was awake?

I think he used it as an excuse for whatever reason. But it was a terrible shift.

How long was he on this shift when he told you?

I don’t know. He was hired for the shift. And once in a while he worked another shift, and that’s when this all happened. There was a shift in which his wife dropped him off around 4 p.m. when I was getting off. Before that I knew she wasn’t getting any, because he told me he wasn’t fucking her.

So did that start the clock going in your head?

Yeah, but not in that direction.

What direction then?

I didn’t want to accommodate her. It was my best friend’s wife.

You thought nothing of it?

That was the last thing I wanted to do.

So what happened?

Once a week he’d have this different shift, and work until 2 in the morning; it’s a pretty long shift. So he was coming in at that hour – she dropped him off – and I, for some reason – it was just there; there was a lot of signals.

What signals?

Not heavy signals. We could just tell there was an interest between the two of us. To be honest, I was more interested in teasing her than actually fucking her. Anyway, I asked her to give me a ride home one day when she was dropping him off for that 4 p.m. shift.

Oh really?

Uh-huh. And then I invited her to come up. Of course, I wouldn’t have done that if my wife wasn’t flying that day (she was a flight attendant).

Wow. So what happened then?

Well, we had a drink, and she was enjoying the view. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but all of a sudden we were both stripped down to our skivvies. I was wearing briefs … and had a raging hard-on! And she was so fucking turned on by it – she was just staring at it, with her mouth and eyes both watering.

Her eyes were watering?

She wanted sex so bad; she hadn’t been fucked in God knows how long.

So then what?

She got up close to my hard-on – it was stretching out my underwear – and I teased her; I told her she could tug at my pubes, which were poking out.

That’s hilarious.

She did that for a while, and then we fucked on my red velour couch.

How appropriate.

Oh yeah.

Was there any foreplay?

Nope. Straight fucking. And I remember how hard she was bouncing on my cock when she was on top. I thought she was going to miss and crunch down on it.

Ouch! Did she?

No, thank goodness.

So did your wife or your friend ever find out?

I’m divorced now and so are Lyle and Jenny, but no, nobody knows to this day.

So did Jenny stay for a while? Was this more than a one-time deal?

No, it never happened again. She left right after we finished. The best part is, not 10 minutes later my wife comes walking through the door and says, “Surprise lover-dover! I got off early!”

No.

Oh yeah. Had she been there a moment too soon she would’ve seen that I was getting off early, too.