Straight Male / 44
Delimma And A Friend's Wife
Angie is a gorgeous woman. In high school, she was the prettiest girl in school and the girl every guy wanted to f***. But my best friend since 10th grade of high school, Matt ended up dating, then marry her. She's always been a great girl, and never given any indication she would do anything wild, cheat, or risqué.
A few.months ago, she texted about cleaning up her laptop that she was handing down to their daughter, who will be staring college in the fall. Since I spent 20 years in technology and a close friend, I figured I was the obvious choice. I met her as she drove though the town that I'm living in (about 15 miles from their home) . When she handed me the laptop, I detected a sense of uneasiness. "Just delete all the music, photos, or any documents. I don't think i need to save any of it. But if you see anything your not sure about, could you call me? ". I agreed.
When I started cleaning the laptop, and not having a factory reset disk, I just searched for files by type to delete. Since photos are mostly JPG files, I used that as my first search. I could not believe the images that began popping up on the screen. It was photo after photo of Angie topless, nude, in the tub, with sex toys. I couldn't help but stare at her perky tits, tight ass, and shaved pu***. They were all selfies or mirror shots, dressing room photos, etc. I admit that I masterbated so many times looking at her photos. Then I began to wonder is she knew I'd see them and wanted me to. I had to know.
When I called her to tell her I'd finished cleaning it, I still wasn't sure how to bring the photos up. I met her in the parking lot of a local local school to give the laptop back. She said "Thank you for doing this. There were a lot of stuff that didn't need to be on there. I wouldn't trust anyone else to clean it off." So I saw my opening and said, "Yeah, some people might off load anything they saw inviting or very personal like photos or videos." Her face turned red and she asked "You didn't did you?" I said, "No Angie, I didn't off load any of your photos." She asked, "But you saw them?" I admitted that I did. She stammered a bit and talked about being embarrassed and then asked me not to mention it to Matt. I agreed not to. What woukd be the point? After her initial embarrassment sha asked me, "Did you look at all of them or just turn your eyes when you realized what you were seeing? " i figured whatever I said was safe and confessed, "Of course I looked at them. Most men would. You were the girl every guy wanted to get with in HS. I couldn't resist the urge. And you are gorgeous and always had a great body." I felt the conversation had changed. She said, "That's sweet if you to say. No other man has seen my body bur Matt, and he never comments when I send him photos or snaps. Soooo... do you think I look okay? I am 42, so I wonder." I told her I enjoyed seeing her photos - "maybe too much!" She ask me, "What does that mean? Wait. Did you uh... like enjoy enjoy?" I laughed and said "yes". And she said, "Like, you got excited?" And I said "Yes, Angie I got a hard on." She seemed to be excited by that thought. "And I'm guessing you took care of that?" I said I did. I started getting a hard on just talking to her about it. Matt called ans lld she said she had to go, but looked down at my shorts which was obviously sporting a hard on. "That gives me something to think about."
A few.months ago, she texted about cleaning up her laptop that she was handing down to their daughter, who will be staring college in the fall. Since I spent 20 years in technology and a close friend, I figured I was the obvious choice. I met her as she drove though the town that I'm living in (about 15 miles from their home) . When she handed me the laptop, I detected a sense of uneasiness. "Just delete all the music, photos, or any documents. I don't think i need to save any of it. But if you see anything your not sure about, could you call me? ". I agreed.
When I started cleaning the laptop, and not having a factory reset disk, I just searched for files by type to delete. Since photos are mostly JPG files, I used that as my first search. I could not believe the images that began popping up on the screen. It was photo after photo of Angie topless, nude, in the tub, with sex toys. I couldn't help but stare at her perky tits, tight ass, and shaved pu***. They were all selfies or mirror shots, dressing room photos, etc. I admit that I masterbated so many times looking at her photos. Then I began to wonder is she knew I'd see them and wanted me to. I had to know.
When I called her to tell her I'd finished cleaning it, I still wasn't sure how to bring the photos up. I met her in the parking lot of a local local school to give the laptop back. She said "Thank you for doing this. There were a lot of stuff that didn't need to be on there. I wouldn't trust anyone else to clean it off." So I saw my opening and said, "Yeah, some people might off load anything they saw inviting or very personal like photos or videos." Her face turned red and she asked "You didn't did you?" I said, "No Angie, I didn't off load any of your photos." She asked, "But you saw them?" I admitted that I did. She stammered a bit and talked about being embarrassed and then asked me not to mention it to Matt. I agreed not to. What woukd be the point? After her initial embarrassment sha asked me, "Did you look at all of them or just turn your eyes when you realized what you were seeing? " i figured whatever I said was safe and confessed, "Of course I looked at them. Most men would. You were the girl every guy wanted to get with in HS. I couldn't resist the urge. And you are gorgeous and always had a great body." I felt the conversation had changed. She said, "That's sweet if you to say. No other man has seen my body bur Matt, and he never comments when I send him photos or snaps. Soooo... do you think I look okay? I am 42, so I wonder." I told her I enjoyed seeing her photos - "maybe too much!" She ask me, "What does that mean? Wait. Did you uh... like enjoy enjoy?" I laughed and said "yes". And she said, "Like, you got excited?" And I said "Yes, Angie I got a hard on." She seemed to be excited by that thought. "And I'm guessing you took care of that?" I said I did. I started getting a hard on just talking to her about it. Matt called ans lld she said she had to go, but looked down at my shorts which was obviously sporting a hard on. "That gives me something to think about."
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