Adultery My Best Friend's Wife by The_Dolphin

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Jess, I am now going to use a lot of oil." I warn.

"OK." she replies softly.

I pour a generous amount of oil over her top. What she does not realize is that the oil makes the thin material of the top completely transparent. It leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination! She could just as well have been lying there topless! My hard dick strains so hard against my shorts that it hurts! Given the fact that Jess is blindfolded, I decide to release it from its confinement. It flies upwards as if spring-loaded.

I position myself behind her again, taking care not to poke her against the head with my hard dick. That would certainly ruin the friendship! I massage her shoulders again with my oily hands which soon find their way over her collarbones to the soft curves of her breasts. My fingers slip back under the top again. She immediately puts her hands over her breasts to limit my access.

"Relax." I say softly and begin to gently massaging the upper parts of her breasts. I gradually increase the pace and intensity of the massage so that her breasts dances around again under the top. She removes her hands, I certain sign of trust. I deliberately keep away from her nipples, still hard and straining against the thin material. I slip my hands further into the top, my fingers gliding over the top curves of her breasts. She drew her breath in sharply in anticipation.

"Everything OK?" I ask.

"Mmmm ..." she says softly.

"You have beautiful breasts." I dare.

She blushes. "Thank you." she says, barely audibly.

I lean forward and blow gently in her ear. She shivers.

Her breasts are now seriously dancing around under the thin material. The way they move around on her chest shoots any notion that they were surgically enhanced down in flames! My right hand 'accidentally' glides over her naked breast and grazes her hard nipple lightly.

"I'm sorry. I did not mean to..." I apologize and remove hand immediately.

She smiles faintly. "It's OK." I keep away from her nipples as I massage her upper body. Her breasts are dancing around wildly!

To hell with it! I slip both hands over her full, firm breasts and massage them now openly. Her hands shoot up over mine. "Don't ..." she says softly.

"Shhh ..." I reply softly, rubbing her breasts with her hands still over mine. She doesn't make any effort to stop me, but do not remove her hands. "Concentrate only on the pleasure."

"Do you think I'm a prude?" she asks softly.

"Does it matter what I think?" I try to duck the question.

"Just give me an honest answer." she insists.

"Well, a little reserved, maybe. But prudish, no." I answer.