[stevezr1]

This is in the category of "encounters that didn't happen".

Some time back, when I was in my late 20s, I went through tough separation. A friend and his wife took me under their wing so to speak, and I hung out with them a few times. They graciously invited me to stay with them one weekend, and I accepted, if for no other reason, Linda was smokin' hot. A cute, seemingly shy little redhead with freckles, 5'2, 110 lb. and 34D breasts. And Linda really seemed to enjoy my company.

So on Saturday I head up to their place, and no sooner than I arrive, Ken got called to work, leaving me alone with Linda. We head to the local park for a picnic since that's what the three of us had planned. After snacking and drinking some wine, Linda and I were just lying back side by side, just chilling and watching the clouds run through the blue sky. A little innocent body contact becomes more significant, then more blatant, and we're soon kissing and caressing each other. We know this isn't right, she's guilty, and so am I, messing with a good friend's wife. So we pack up and get out of there before things get out of control.

By the time we get back to the house, Ken is already home and everything is back to normal. Linda tells Ken what a wonderful time we had at the park. It seemed to me that the told much with her eyes while going on and on about what a great time she and I had. I'm thinking Ken must be thinking something is up between us, making me a little uncomfortable.

After hanging out some, we all get ready to go out to dinner and a club afterwards for drinks and dancing as we had planned. Ken doesn't dance much, so Linda and I do plenty of slow dancing, and it's becoming more obvious to me that Linda has gone far beyond flirting, and how it must be so obvious to Ken what with us grinding ourselves together on the dance floor. Plenty more drinks and dancing, and it's closing time. We all head home, have a nightcap in their living room. It's really late now; we decide to call it a night. Linda excuses herself, climbs the staircase to their upstairs bedroom and returns with a pillows and a quilt for me to bed down on their sofa. With that, Linda and ken say goodnight and up the stairs they go.

It's been a long day; I soon fall asleep, dreaming of Linda. I don't know what time it was, be I'm awakened with someone beside me, and no, I'm not dreaming! It's Linda snuggling close to be on the sofa. Linda is wearing a next-to-nothing negligee, and her hands are roaming all over me. My first thought was that I died and went to heaven, but reality sets in, and I ask her about Ken, and what if he comes down? She assures me that he's sound asleep, and that it will be OK. Of course I've got a raging hardon and Linda is grinding her pussy on it, while mashing her big tits into me. All the while she's kissing me, trying to shut me up. But as horny as I was, the whole thing was freaking me out, here I am about to fuck my friend's beautiful wife, in his living room while he was asleep upstairs. I sit up and tell her that this just won't work, that it is freaking me out. With that, I notice something on the stairs, it's Ken sitting on the stairs watching us! For how long, who knows? Now she's upset and runs upstairs, and Ken follows behind her. Done. Over.

Things were a little awkward at breakfast, that's for sure. In retrospect, I think Linda was upset because of my rejection, not that Ken was there. In fact, I later realized that they had probably both planned the entire weekend from the start. Whether their plan was for Ken to just watch, or to join in I'll never know. Later that day I tried to reassure Linda that my rejection had nothing to do with her, that she was surely desirable beyond description. But rather it was the situation that spoiled it. Further, after realizing that Ken was most likely OK with it all along, I hinted maybe a redo was possible, but I think the moment was lost forever.

Huge F'n mistake on my part. Doh!