I’m only 5’7 180lbs short brown hair with blue eyes. I don’t have 6 pack abs but I do have a flat stomach. On our walks into work we would talk ...ootball since she was a Jets fan and I a Steelers fan. We were both in different Fantasy football leagues so we use to compare teams. One day I decided to create my own league with the guys from work. I had filled all the teams but one and was having a hard time finding a person to fill it. The next day on the walk in to work I asked Emily if she would. " Is that what you were thinking when you were standing at the door watching me that time at the house?" Yes. That and how nice they would feel." "Is that what you want, sex with your friend's wife?" I wouldn't pursue it, Ellen, but a guy can fantasize, can't he?" So, is that for me?" She first looked down at Jay's erection, paused, and then pointed to the drinks behind him. Jay looked down as well and started to shrug before noticing she was pointing to the drinks. "I meant the drinks Jay.". Oh, Steffanie, was all she said to me in sympathy. There wasnt much else she could say. I had behaved like a slut and now I was paying the price. I asked her if shed ever had a threesome or done a gangbang. She said no, but had got turned on listening to my account despite the sad ending. She said she wouldnt consider going with other guys but if her boyfriend told her to fuck other men then she would. It would be another way of serving him and shed enjoy it if it pleased him. It wouldnt matter. She didn't say a thing as I pulled her around on her knees and fucked her doggy style, then pushing her face into the mattress as I plowed her pussy balls-deep, all while holding her by her smooth-as-silk hips. I flipped her onto her back again and felt her wince as I slipped myself into what was now a sore and dry little pussy. She winced again as I pulled out and reached for the wife's tube of KY. I popped the cap on the tube and squeezed out a good amount of it into my hand and stroked it.