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Wife gives friend a special birthday gift

Our friend Brian was one of my husband’s closest friends. He is an attractive, intelligent and sweet man, and we always enjoyed a playful friendship in which we flirted with one another.

While my husband Doug always appreciated our banter for what it was, Brian’s wife did not. Brian’s wife Joanne was a physically beautiful woman, but she was also a bitch. She often made public comments that were hurtful and embarrassing to Brian, especially when I was around.

A few years ago, Brian’s wife left him after more than 10-years of marriage to pursue a lesbian relationship. Brian was devastated. He really took it to heart, having been convinced by “the evil one” (my nickname for her) that he destroyed her interest in men because he was such a horrible man and lover.

Brian spent a lot of time with us in the months following their split. We had him over for dinner, to watch sports, etc. He also enjoyed playing with our child. He loved kids but had none of his own because Joanne didn’t want them.

During this time, Doug and I were convinced that the only way he’d ever get over the break-up was if he found a woman who would be sweet to him and treat him the way he deserved. Unfortunately, his confidence was so low he couldn’t even think about dating again.

So, when Brian’s birthday arrived several months later, we invited him and a few friends over for a dinner party in his honor. We also invited a woman who we thought might like Brian and visa versa. The dinner party went well, and Brian enjoyed being with friends. He also appeared to enjoy meeting Patricia.

After everyone else left, Brian thanked us for the party. Sitting in our living room, we drank more wine and talked until late. I sat on one end of the couch, and Brian sat on the other. Doug sat in “his” chair across from us. As the wine flowed, so did the conversation.

Eventually, the subject of Patricia came up. Acting like a nervous school boy, he told us how he liked Patricia very much but was afraid to ask her out. When asked why, he sadly responded

“Why? So I can make another woman a lesbian?”

With that he started to cry softly.

I put my wine glass down, moved next to Brian and held him and comforted him. I held him for awhile, reassuring him that he was a wonderful man and that his soon-to-be ex-wife was little more than a nasty bitch. He laughed at that, hugged me tight, and excused himself.

After Brian left the room, Doug looked at me and said “you know, you’re the only woman he trusts.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Maybe you need to give him a nice birthday present to help him move on with his life, Ali.”

I knew what he meant and started at him in shock.

“You know I’m right, Ali.”

“And this makes sense to you?” I asked incredulously.

“As long it’s only a one time thing. Look, it’s not like I don’t enjoy watching you tease and flirt with other men. And I know it’s something you certainly enjoy.”

“But this is different….” I insisted.

“Yes, but we’ve talked about it in fantasy and you know it’s hot! Besides, Brian is our friend and if we’re ever going to do something like this, it should be with someone we trust. I also think it’s something he needs and I know you care for Brian a lot.” My husband the lawyer sounded so logical sometimes.

I responded logically as well. “You’re an asshole, Dr. Phil!” and stuck my tongue out at him.

Just then Brian walked in. “I should get going and leave you two.”

“Nonsense,” Doug insisted. “It’s still early and there’s more wine to drink.” With that Doug poured Brian more wine.

“Besides,” I chimed in, “you need to give me a foot rub.” I leaned back and put my nylon clad feet in Brian’s lap. Brian smiled as he began his work in earnest.

Brian once admitted to me that has a foot fetish, and it had been a running joke with us that giving me foot rubs were better than having sex with his wife. It was probably true.

Brian also had a nylon fetish, and knew I preferred thigh highs to pantyhose. “Are those stockings or pantyhose, Ali?” He asked while massaging my feet. Brian’s flirting was on cue.

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