We seduced each other?

Well, not really embarrassing...I mean it had been building for a couple of years. This thing between me and my husband's best friend.
It was inevitable I guess. (we certainly fantasized about it enough!)

His best friend told me he knew we'd do it one day...had known it for some time. Said it had to do with the increasingly flirtatious stuff I was doing around him. Yeah. But I was getting off on it too.
OK, I've worn low cut shirts and push-ups many times because I know he has a weird thing for my little B-cup **. Sat often in cut-offs that don't always cover the ** of my ** when he's sitting across from me. Fixed my bathing suit wedgies slowly in front of him. He's gotten free ** peeks at bed time when I bend to give him a friendly goodnight kiss when I'm turning in.
It has happened so often that he even casually tells my husbands buds that he's seen me in my bikini ** "so many" times. Mornings and evenings.
Kind of wish he hadn't. Now they get a little handsy when I dance with them.

I have gotten pretty casual about how I dress around him....well, not that I don't notice the effect it has on he AND my husband when he sees me walking around another man braless, and in my little **.

So, one night I'm taking turns dancing with this friend and my husband. We're drinking. I'm in friend's arms while he explains the movie ** to me. I'd never seen it.
"Oh my. Poor girl!" I say. So, now oral comes into the conversation. So, what do you think of BJs?
"I like it - but not if the ** tries to gag me. BTW, before you ask - yeah, all you guys taste the same. Salty."

Conversation turns to hubbies BD present from me. An expensive pair of French bikini string **.
More drinks.
Would I model them for the two guys? Husband has not yet seen me in them!
"Well, ......I hesitate - I wouldn't want to upset Mark!?"
Mark says - he'll not be the least bit upset of I come out wearing them!
Husband says, "Don't wear one of my T-shirts with it!"
I know what he's after. So I put on a little cotton shirt that doesn't cover my belly button, and the **. They are on full display.
I am nervous as a cat when I come down the stairs and walk toward these two guys. I don't know where to put my hands, or where to stand. I'm trying not to notice where they are staring at me. But I know. It's my **! (the lace front is pretty sheer and "my brunette triangle is probably apparent") On command, I turn slowly. ("Darn things are see-through back there!") I hear the intake of breaths, "dammmm! that is n i c e!"
Well, the ** are a hit!
They want me to dance for them. I'm too shy and I'm no stripper - So I yank up my husband and dance with him. Then Mark gets a turn. and another, and another, etc.! I'm dancing with another man in my little sheer **, no bra and a thing little shirt. They are fully dressed. I'm getting turned on like crazy! "This is so naughty!"....and I love the power I have over these 2 nuts!
Mark's getting hard against my thigh as we dance. My ** are too.
I pulled back and glanced down, "Am I doing that?"
He nods.
I look up into his face, wet my lips.."Do you want to kiss me?"
He nods.
I take his neck and pull his mouth into mine, and we tongue and taste each other kind of frantically!
After a time, I come up for air... "You've never touched me. Do you want to?"
"Yes! Where?"
I snuggle closer - "anywhere you want Mark..."
He does. In time I'm wet and so are his fingers. My ** are below my bottom cheeks where he's pushed them....and we're necking and fondling each other like a pair of ** teenagers!
My husband is all but forgotten. I see over Mark's shoulder that he's touching himself ....fast and hard. We've fantasized about this for 3 years. It is happening.
Only as much as I want, is our agreement.
I let Mark lead me to the couch. I whip my shirt off as he finishes with my **. He's gotten naked, and we lay on the couch still going at it like teens. I whisper to him, "no ** - OK? sorry"
He says it is fine - "I've wanted to do this with you for a long time!"
We neck, I have fingers in my front, and one back there at some point. I make sure he is well taken care of , my ** added in his rear brings the second massive one! twice. I lose count of myself.
We cuddle afterwards. His hands gently kneading my **, my ** are sore form all his attention. My fingers are around him slowly stroking as he shrinks, one hand cupping his **.
And we share that it is nice to finally have the release of 3 yrs of massive flirting.
"Maybe we can still be just 3 buds?"
He nods.
But he's smiling....
I know it is totally up to me where this goes. Or doesn't.
And that's nice.