Erica and Jim, and Karen and I have been friends for a long time. Our families go to the park together with their children, celebrate holidays together, and only live a few miles from each other. Erica married Jim right out of high school and they have been married for 6 years, while Karen and I have been married 3 years.
One summer during our high school days, Erica and I dated a few times. One time, Erica had me over when her parents weren’t home. We decided to watch “Happy Gilmore” together, and then headed into town. During the movie, it became evident that Erica was willing to get physical that afternoon. However, I did not take advantage of the situation, as I was nervous. After a few dates, we decided to go our separate ways. Neither of us had any regrets about this decision until a few years later.
The summer after we both graduated, Erica and I got a job working together. Erica was then engaged to Jim and I was single. We were both very happy, and the relationship between us was strictly friends, and neither of us wanted different. That summer, she and Jim got married, and I began dating Karen.
Several years passed as I went away to college, married Karen, and eventually graduated. Erica continued to work at the same place, while her husband was making his career. Erica and Jim had their first child while I was in college. Erica decided to stay home with the baby, and that was when my feelings for her changed.
It was a fall Friday afternoon, and Karen and I were driving back from our apartment at college to our parents’ house for the weekend. Karen decided that we should stop by Erica and Jim’s new home. We pulled into the driveway, walked onto the porch, and knocked on the door. Erica answered the door holding her 3-month old girl, and she was visibly frustrated. The baby was crying, and she said was nursing her when we came to the door. It was then that she sent my mind and hormones racing. She looked a lot better than the last time I had seen her. Her breasts had grown astronomically, but she still had a small frame. Erica looked fantastic! She was wearing a maroon shirt, one with hidden flaps on the sides for easy nursing access. I knew all about this, as I had a great interest in these sorts of things. She let us in and showed us around the house, but I don’t remember anything she said, as my mind tried to picture her breastfeeding the baby.
Karen knew about my fantasies before this encounter, and she had role-played them with me several times. But, she really didn’t like this role-play, so I didn’t push it too often. I definitely didn’t tell Karen my feelings for Erica that day, nor have I since then.
After I graduated from college, my wife and I moved back to where we grew up close our family, and, of course, close to Erica and Jim. After a year or so of renting a house, we finally purchased a home in October about 5 minutes from them. It was perfect in more ways than one. My wife had our first child, and he had just turned 1 when we moved into our new home. Karen breastfed him for about 6 months, but never let me taste any of her milk. It was OK with me, as we were still very sexually active.
We both agreed that she would stay at home and raise our children while I worked on my career. This gave us the flexibility that we both desired, and we enjoyed our lives very much. It was that flexibility that allowed my wife to spend 2 weeks in December vacationing with her family down south while I stayed home alone and worked. She had done the same thing the year before, but this was the first time she left me alone in our new home.
She had been gone a few days when I received a call from Jim.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Mike, this is Jim. Erica and I would like to invite you over for dinner Sunday afternoon, with your wife being gone and all. Sound OK?”
“Sure,” I said, “I could use a home-cooked meal. Two o’clock OK?”
“Sounds good,” he said.
This excited me very much, as it always excited me to see Erica. She just had their second child, and looked better every time I saw her. Her breasts had gotten big again, and she didn’t gain as much weight with her second child as she did with the first. Our relationship had become strange lately, as we often avoided conversation when we saw each other. I just thought it was because I always fantasized about her, and talking to her only made it worse. I could never read how she felt about me. She probably would never speak to me again if she knew the thoughts that I had about her. Regardless, I couldn’t wait for Sunday.
I knocked on the door at 1:55 with much anticipation and nervousness. I had been with Erica and Jim many times, but not without my wife. Also, I knew Erica was breastfeeding, and merely the thought of that sent my mind racing.
“Hi Mike,” Erica answered the door. “Come on in.”
I walked in and handed her the pan of brownies I had made for dessert.
“Thank you,” she said, and carried them into the kitchen. From the kitchen, she said, “Jim got called in to work; I guess it’s just going to be me and you. Is that OK? I told Jim I was going to call you and let you know before you came over, but I forgot.”
Are you kidding? Of course it was OK with me, I thought.
“Well, maybe I should go, with him being gone and all.”
“Oh, I am sure he doesn’t mind, besides, I could use the adult conversation.”
“Alright, if you insist”, I said smiling.
At her request, I sat down at the table and waited for her to set the food on the table. As she leaned over to set the tray of lasagna on the table, I took a glance down her shirt. She lifted her eyes, and I looked back down quickly. She was wearing a button-down short sleeve shirt, and appeared to also be wearing a nursing bra underneath. It appeared to be the one with a snap on each shoulder that opens the cups for easy access for the baby. Now my mind was racing as I began to fix my plate, and luckily, the table was hiding my erection.
During dinner, we made the usual chit-chat about our kids, work, houses, families, etc. I didn’t eat much nor contribute much to the conversation, as all I could think about was maybe getting a glance down her shirt again. Just then, a cry came from the baby room.
“I guess the baby’s up,” she said, and ran upstairs to attend to him. She picked up the baby and brought him downstairs. “I think he just needs to be changed,” she said, and proceeded to lay him on the living room floor to change his diaper. I watched her change him and thought about how lucky he was. She picked little Jimmy back up, sat on the couch, and began to soothe him to get him to quit crying.