I gave my husbands best friend a lap dance while hubby watched [cuckold] [F34]

This weekend, Vinny’s best friend Josh came over to chill. It was just the three of us, no big crowd this time, and I was in the mood to have some fun. After a quick shower, I threw on these tiny little shorts—super short, barely covering anything, so most of my ass was peeking out every time I moved. I paired it with a thin, tight shirt, no bra underneath, so my nipples poked through the fabric, clear as day. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and smirked—perfect. I wanted to see how they’d handle this.

Josh was already there when I came downstairs, sprawled out on the couch with a beer, laughing with Vinny about some dumb work story. The living room was cozy, music thumping low from the speakers—some chill hip-hop beat that made you want to sway. “Hey, Josh,” I said, all casual, tossing him a flirty little wave as I plopped down on the armchair across from them. His eyes flicked to me, then widened when he saw my outfit. He coughed into his beer, trying to play it cool, but I saw his cheeks turn pink. Vinny, slouched next to him, glanced over and rubbed the back of his neck, blushing already. “Babe, you comfy?” he mumbled, half-smiling, half-nervous.

We cracked open some drinks—cold beers for them, a fruity cocktail for me—and started chatting. The music got louder, switching to this sexy, slow song with a heavy bass that vibrated through the room. After a couple sips, that warm, tipsy buzz hit me, and I couldn’t sit still. “I love this one!” I said, hopping up and swaying my hips to the beat, my shorts riding up even higher. Josh’s eyes darted to my ass, then away, like he didn’t know where to look. Vinny chuckled softly, sipping his beer, but I could tell he was watching me too.

I danced around a little, letting the rhythm take over, my shirt stretching tight across my chest as I moved. My nipples were so obvious now, and I didn’t care—I liked how it made the air feel thick with tension. Then, this wild idea popped into my head. I shot Vinny a sneaky, devious look—his eyes went wide like he knew I was up to something—and I sauntered over to Josh. “Don’t mind me,” I teased, giggling as I stepped right in front of him. Before he could say anything, I turned around and started giving him a lap dance, slow and smooth, my ass brushing against his lap.

Josh froze, his beer halfway to his mouth, his whole body stiff like he’d been hit with a stun gun. “Uh—what—I—” he stammered, his face turning bright red. I could hear Vinny suck in a breath, and when I peeked at him, he was blushing hard, clutching his beer, just staring. I didn’t stop. I swayed my hips, grinding down a little harder, feeling the heat of Josh’s legs through his jeans. “Relax, Josh,” I purred, grabbing his hands—big, rough, and trembling—and placing them on my waist. His fingers twitched, unsure, but I guided them up my sides, then down to my hips, letting him feel me all over.

I turned to face him, straddling his lap now, my knees sinking into the couch on either side of him. My shirt rode up, my boobs right in his face, nipples pressing against the thin fabric. Josh’s hands slid to my thighs, gripping a little tighter as I rolled my hips against him. His breath hitched, and his eyes locked on mine for a second—pure shock, but something else too, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. I leaned in close, my hair brushing his cheek, and whispered, “Having fun yet?” He just nodded, too stunned to talk.

Vinny stayed quiet the whole time, his face a deep red, but he didn’t look away—not once. I could feel Josh under me, and oh my God, he was rock hard, pressing up against my shorts. And he was big—way bigger than Vinny, no question. It hit me like a jolt, and my mind went wild. I kept grinding, slow and deliberate, feeling him throb under me, this hot, pulsing beat that matched the music. His hands slid up from my thighs, squeezing my ass hard, his fingers digging into the bare skin where my shorts didn’t cover. Then, he got bolder—his hands roamed higher, slipping under my shirt, and he groped my tits, cupping them rough and needy. My nipples hardened under his palms, and I let out a little moan, loving how his grip tightened as I rocked against him. There was a visible wet spot in my little shorts at this point.. I was soaked and dripping..

I could feel him throbbing even more now, thick and heavy against me, every move making it more obvious how huge he was. My heart pounded, and my head spun with dirty thoughts—imagining that size, how it’d feel somewhere else. Josh’s face was flushed, his breath fast and ragged, and he squeezed my boobs again, thumbs brushing my nipples. I grinned, grinding harder, letting him feel every inch of my ass sliding over him. Vinny’s eyes were locked on us, his beer forgotten, his blush so deep it looked like he might pass out.

Finally, I slid off, standing up with a playful little spin, my shorts barely hanging on. “Think I need another drink,” I said, winking at them both as I sashayed to the kitchen. Josh sat there, dazed, running a hand through his hair, his chest heaving. Vinny let out a shaky laugh, muttering, “Jesus, babe,” but his eyes were still glued to me. I could feel Josh’s stare burning into my back, and my mind wouldn’t stop racing about how he throbbed under me, how big he felt. I can’t stop thinking about his dick—it’s stuck in my head, driving me crazy. I went upstairs and made myself orgasm over and over after.. I love this