Did my best friend hop my wife? Part 1
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Tyson was my former college roommate, and now best friend. He was tall, attractive black man, and also a skilled bodyhopper. He used his ability to great effect in our college days to fuck half the campus. He offered to let me participate more sometimes when he hopped a beautiful woman. Because he was my friend, I put it off and put it off, but finally gave in, and we hooked. It was just the one time, but it was electric. It might have become a regular thing, except shortly after, I met my future wife Stephanie. I made Tyson promise to never hop her. When he got a look at her sexy body and perfect ass, he whined like I was denying him the ability to breathe. I understood though. Tyson’s always been an ass man. Me too. Tyson and I hang out at least once a week, and I often catch him checking out Stephanie’s butt. He’s never asked to hop her, but I know he would if I asked. I sometimes catch myself fantasizing about it actually. My best friend in control of my wife’s body. Feeling up her curves. Seducing me in bed. But he promised he would never. Except…well, recently, my wife has started to really take an interest in tighter clothing that accentuates her ass. Like, REALLY accentuates it. Outfit after outfit. They don’t look cheap, but I ain’t gonna complain because damn! All I can think about is Tyson would kill to see this. Except…what if he broke his promise, and he’s the one that is making this happen? So I carefully ask her why the sudden need to wear such tight, sexy clothing, and she just smiled, grabbed me by the hand, and then pulled me into the bedroom for some of the steamiest sex we’ve ever had. And the whole time, I thought maybe Tyson was inside her. And that thought kept me so fucking hard.