Settling an argument Part 1
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Alicia and I were right in the middle of a heated argument when my friend Steve showed up unexpectedly at our house. He does that, just pops in with no notice. I’ve never minded it, but I’m sure it’s another thing my wife is gonna add to this fight. I got Steve a drink and left him in our living room, then met up with my wife to finish having it out. We kept our voices hushed at first, but soon we both got louder as our agitation rose. It must have been enough to draw Steve’s curiosity, because while my wife is going off on a rant, he stealthily walks up behind her. He grins at me, then takes another step, and phases into her body. I’ve seen him do this before, many times, but never with Alicia. “Dammit Steve! Don’t hop my wife!” The same grin Steve wore a moment ago is now etched onto Alicia’s face as he asks, “I thought I’d give you an assist. What were you two fighting about? It’s not the list of petty annoyances I just heard. What’s the root cause that started it all?” I glanced at my wife’s busty chest. It had been distracting me during the whole fight, because she wasn’t wearing a bra, which was another reason she’d been pissed when Steve came over unannounced. Her boobs strained against the yellow cardigan she wore. Steve laughed and said, “Hey buddy, eyes up here. Talk to me. Maybe I can help.” I kept looking at my wife’s tits as I said, “Not that it’s any of your business, but it started because I accused my wife of freezing me out in the bedroom the past two weeks, and it’s driving me nuts!” He smirked, which looked very hot on my wife’s face. Though that wasn’t really fair, because I thought anything she did was hot right now. “So, we just need to help clear your head,” he said, and then pulled down the leggings my wife had been wearing, revealing her sexy black panties underneath, and her long legs. My eyes went wide. “Steve, what are you doing?!” He ran his hands over my wife’s boobs, then popped the top button of her cardigan. Then the next. “S-stop unbuttoning her top, Steve!” He ran her hands between her now exposed cleavage before saying, “Why?” Then popped the third button. I couldn’t look away. “Why!” I exclaimed, my voice getting higher. “Because I just told you I’m not getting any, and you’re doing this sexy little strip show, and…and it’s making me hard.” He undid the fourth button. My lust for my wife’s body swelled. “I swear Steve, I don’t care if we’re friends, If you undo that last button, I’m gonna have to fuck you.” Without any hesitation, Steve stretched the fabric down, exposing Alicia’s delectable breasts, then he undid that last button.