Quite a few years back my best friend from high school (Becca) showed up on my door steps. Her and her family moved away at the end of senior year.
She said that her husband was abusive and she left him and needed a place to stay for a few days. I talked it over with my husband, and he said no problem, she could crash on the couch for a few days.
Becca and I had a little bit of history. She was very seductive, and that led to a lustful relationship between us. I didn't want to come out of the closet, because it was more lust then love for me... The situation worked itself out when her parents moved them out of state, and we agreed that long distance relationships never work.
We did keep in contact, on and off, over the years. Nothing sexual, our past fling was never even brought up.
Because of this, I didn't bring it up to my husband.
The first day or two was fine, but soon Becca was starting to make settle passes on me, I just ignored them, she was set to leave in a few days anyways.
Then on morning I was up early cooking breakfast and Becca came up behind me and tried slipping her hand down my PJs. I instantly stopped her, and clearly and calmly explained that it simply wasn't going to happen.. she quickly apologized, and seemed sincere about it... No problem!
That evening I noticed she was flirting with my husband, but was being very low key about it. I thought maybe it was all in my mind, that I was being overly paranoid, or even jealous.
It didn't matter, the next morning she was set to leave for her parents. She dropped several hints she wanted to stay longer, but I certainly was going to ask her to, or even allow her to stay any longer.
The next morning my husband had to get up extra early because he had a long drive to his job site that day (construction.) We had talked about it at dinner the night before, since he was leaving at 3:30AM, he'd just grab breakfast somewhere during his 3 hour drive.
When he was walking out the next morning he heard something moving around in the living room so he peeked around the corner to see what was going on. Becca was sprawled out naked in the recliner, rubbing on out. The room was dark except from the light of the gas fireplace, which seductively lit Becca's nude, flushed body.
He tipped toed back to the room and woke me up, telling me I needed to see this. We quietly tipped toed down the hall and peeked around the corner... And there she was... She knew he'd see her on his way out, she was hoping he'd like what he saw and do something about it.
I was turned on, less with the visions of Becca's beautiful body spread out so intimately before us, but that my husband resisted the temptation I knew he had to be feeling. I turned around put my finger over his mouth, telling him to be extra quiet. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants, fishing out his throbbing cock.
I don't know if Becca could see us or not, she didn't seemed to, she seemed pretty caught up in what she was doing.
I sucked his cock as he watched her squirm in the chair... I could tell he was getting close, normally I don't swallow, but I shoved his cock down my throat as he feed my the contents of his nutsack. I sucked him clean, and then pulled him back to our room.
I'll make us some coffee, I said rather loudly from our room. I waited a few seconds and went into the kitchen, looking into the living room on my way, Becca was gone.
My husband got his coffee to go, after he left, I went back to bed. When I woke up, Becca was gone, no note, nothing... Never heard from her again.
Like I said, I'm not sure if she saw us or not, but part of me hopes so.
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