Fucking his friend’s wife

I have this really good friend. We went to college together, worked together and lived together. He was in my wedding, and I was in his. And this friend doesn’t know I fucked his wife before they got married. I won’t give you their names, because I don’t want to embarrass them in case you run into them.

It happened when I still lived in Denver.

My friend invited me to an afternoon Rockies game. I worked downtown, so I just took a half day, then met my friend at a bar to pre-game a bit. I was still in my suit when I walked into the OTB bar with shitty TVs showing scrambled horse races. My friend sat in a booth with a female next to him.

He got up to hug me. “Thanks for coming Joey. This is Becky.”

She nodded to me. I checked Becky out: a short, fizzy haired brunette with a substantial rack. Not a bad option to throw on the bed and watch her titties bounce.

I ordered a beer and sat down in the booth. My friend told me, “So I had an extra to this game, and last night I met a girl who loves baseball so I offered her the fourth ticket.”

Becky did not look happy. I said, “Nice. Is she hot?”

Seeing how annoyed his date looked, my friend avoided the question, and said, “Now you won’t feel like a third wheel.”

We left the bar and walked to the stadium. My friend was on his phone coordinating with the random girl he invited to the game. When weaved through the crowd to stand at a street corner.

Across the street a girl yelled “Hey!” and waved to our group. She ran across the road to us. Her dark brown ponytail bobbed as she ran. Her white unbuttoned baseball jersey flapped open, exposing her black tank top. Her pale cleavage jiggled with her exertion. Her long thick legs in jean shorts weaved her through the traffic.

Almost out of breath from the short run, she hugged my friend. Her smile quickly disappeared when my friend introduced her to Becky. Apparently she thought she had been invited on a date. To ease her pain, I introduced myself, “Hi I’m Joey. Those were some slick moves dodging the traffic there.”

She smiled, “Thanks. It’s all from eighth grade basketball.”

“Oh you balled,” I asked.

She laughed, “Everyone from Indiana played basketball.”

“You’re from Indiana? Me too!” I exclaimed. It was so over. This girl was getting fucked. I already knew that early.

My friend added, “Everyone played except for Joey. He’s the opposite of athletic.”

The girl laughed. It is true. I’m not athletic, and I really don’t care about sports. I liked the beer and the babe watching. Especially when it was a nice day, the the girls like to give their shoulders a tan.

Then the girl pat me on the shoulder, she said, “Don’t worry. I’ll tell you what’s happening in the game. The good guys will be wearing red.”

As we walked into the stadium, we chatted a bit about Indiana. We stood in line and got some beers and nachos. My friend was talking to the girl almost as much as me. Becky didn’t like being ignored. She had her arms crossed under her big tits, trying not to look irritated.

When we got to the seats, my friend tried to sit next to the brunette he invited, but Becky sat right between them. Sort of a good move if she wanted to defend the man she was fucking, but it backfired when my friend kept yelling over top of her to talk to the girl.

I kept out of it. I drank beer, took hits of of weed pen, and enjoyed the sunshine. I talked to the brunette a bit about Indiana. It was a good conversation but I could tell she wasn’t exactly yearning for me. Anytime my friend would yell over Becky. She would stop listening to me, and turn to talk to him.

I wasn’t phased. Just enjoying the moment. I knew the inevitable would happen. I would fuck this girl. It wouldn’t be at the stadium, but it would happen. I knew it, so I didn’t worry about the timing.

Between one of the innings, a beer vendor walked by, and my friend yelled at the top of his lungs, “COLD BEER HERE!” He bought us all beers, the tall ones that cost like $10 a beer at the time.

Gesturing to the big can in her hands, I said, “You’re basically holding my dick right now.”

She nodded sarcastically, “Uh huh yeah sure.” She raised the can to her lips and drank.

I held my can down in my lap, “Well I’ll be honest. I’m definitely not this girthy, but I bet if I put this can next to my dick when I’m hard, I’m the same length.”

Her brown eyes glance down at the can resting against my crotch. She asked, “Does talking about your penis actually get you laid?”

I laughed, “Not really. It’s more girls telling their friends about my penis that gets me laid.”

There was a score in the sports game, and the girl jumped up screaming. She gave my friend a high five. I just enjoyed her big ass eye level with me the whole time. I wondered what style of underwear she was wearing beneath them.

When she sat down she apologized, “Sorry my butt was in your face.”

I said, “Don’t apologize. Next time just back up further until my face is pressed firmly between both your cheeks.”

She playfully slapped at me. “You are such a horn dog. I gotta watch out for you.”

“No. The one you gotta watch out for is Becky. She’s about to rip your eyes out,” I replied.

The girl said, “Oh my god I know! She hates me! I tried to make small talk about ‘Orange is the New Black’, and she shut me down completely. It’s sooo awkward.”

The rest of the game went on, and we gently flirted. She finally gave me her number. I was a fellow hoosier. She could trust me to answer questions she had about the area. After we stood up to leave, she was a little wobbly. She said, “Whew. I think I need to eat before I drive.”

“You want to grab something to eat,” I asked.

She patted me on the chest, “No. No. You’d just try to feed me the hot dog in your pants.”

“Hey! I’m offended! At least call it “the footlong in your pants,” I cried.

She laughed, “Rrrrrright. I forgot you have a third leg. Maybe another time. But I have to meet up with my coworkers who I drove to the game.”

She gave my friend a hug, then took off. My friend and I went into the bathroom together. When we came out, Becky was gone. I laughed, “You pissed off your date dude. Not getting your dick wet today.”

He said, “Ehh it was the end of it anyway. I just had so many extra tickets and I knew she was free. How’d you hit it off with the girl?”

“Oh she wants my big dick dude. Even if she won’t admit it yet.” I wrapped my arm around his shoulder. “But I’m not surprised you invited her to the game. She’s definitely your type: brunette with the fattest ass.”

He looked a little dejected, “Yeah. Probably shouldn’t have invited two girls to the same game though.”

“It’s alright,” I said. “Pretty of bitches in the sea.”

I figured that was the end of my friend and the girl, so I didn’t have any problem making my next move.