The Victim

In fact, Eric wasn't looking too good. He had dark circles under his eyes and walked around lethargically. Where they both used to joke around and cuss each other out, there was now only silence and head nods.

It had been a long week for Chris. He needed to get out of this funk and he needed his best friend back. He stared at his computer screen for several minutes as he contemplated his dilemma.

I miss how things were. I miss teasing Eric about stealing his wife or not liking her cooking. I miss only having rare fantasies about her. I need to get her out of my head!

The trouble was Chris had no idea why he was so obsessed with Tiffany. She was gorgeous, yes, but so were many other women. Was it the forbidden fruit aspect? Was it because he has known her for many years? Fuck it. Chris pushed himself away from his desk and got up. He cleared his mind of all his doubts and all the confusion and began to walk. He didn't allow himself to think. The time for thought was over. He walked past dozens of cubicles before arriving at Eric's.

He stopped and observed his best friend. He sat staring at his computer screen just as Chris had done several minutes before. He looked pathetic and sad. Chris cleared his throat.

"Hey cocksucker, what's up?" Chris winced at the forced levity in his voice.

Eric turned slowly toward him. Chris almost winced again at the sad state his buddy was in. The bags under his eyes were darker and more pronounced. He had several days' worth of stubble on his cheeks. There was also a large stain on his shirt.

"Hey Chris," he mumbled. He turned back toward his computer.

Chris felt a slight pain in his heart. Damn, I haven't been a good friend lately.

"Hey buddy, anybody ever tell you that you look like shit?"

Eric's shoulders sagged as he let out a sigh. He did not turn around. "What do you want?"

"What do I want? I want my best friend to take a fucking shower, that's what I want. It smells like a mixture of my granny and old cheese in here."

Eric's back was to him but he thought he saw a ghost of a smile on the side of his face. "She was bat-shit crazy about cheese, wasn't she?"

Chris barked a laugh. "Yeah...I swear that woman put cheese on everything. 'What are you eating? Cereal? Want some cheese on that? Oh, is that hot chocolate? Hold on, I have the perfect cheese for that.' I wouldn't be surprised if she had a dildo fashioned out of cheese."

There was no doubt about it this time, Eric was smiling. His shoulders even shook a little bit with laughter. He turned back around and rubbed his eyes.

"Thanks man, I needed that," he said.

Chris swatted him on the shoulder. "No problem, always glad to help. Now, why don't you stop being such a pussy and tell me what's going on?"

He rubbed his face and thought about his answer. "Well...I don't think it will surprise you to know it's about what happened...last week."

Chris nodded. "No shit, Sherlock."

Eric smiled and continued. "I did my best to calm Tiffany down. I told her what you said about her. I thought she would really appreciate the compliment. I think I finally succeeded there but then I pushed my luck..."

Chris groaned. "What did you do this time?"

Eric hesitated before answering. "Do...do you remember that one night when Tiffany kicked me out? The night you and me went out and got shit-drunk?"

Chris had a vague feeling about where this was going. He felt his heart speed up. Is he talking about what I think he is talking about?

Eric swallowed. "I told you that night about my fantasy...about how I want to watch another man fuck Tiffany. Remember?"

Now it was Chris' turn to swallow. He felt his cock twitching. "Yeah, I remember."

"Well, I think Tiffany got pretty excited about the fact that you liked her body. So I thought my luck might be changing. So I tried to bring up my fantasy again, thinking that she was excited about another man seeing her naked. Well...I was wrong. Dead wrong."

Chris absorbed this in silence. Damn! I knew she would never become agreeable to it.

Eric sighed. "She has barely spoken to me all week. It has been a strain at home. Aaron is confused and frightened. I do my best to cheer him up but he knows something is going on with his mom and dad. And whenever she does talk to me, she says things like 'I don't even know who you are anymore.'"

Eric looked down and locked his hands together. "I am so afraid she is going to leave me," he whispered.

Chris' heart went out to him. But at the same time, he was aware of the traitorous thoughts floating through his head.

If she leaves him...she will be single. But he would be devastated. And even if I manage to bang her, what would that do to our friendship?

Chris did not trust himself to speak so he said nothing. Eric continued to examine his hands. The silence stretched out for several painful minutes.

Finally, Chris thought he might have a solution. "Look man, everything went wrong that day I saw her naked. We need to get back to where we were before that day. And the only way to do that is to bury the hatchet between us. We all need to get together and hash this thing out. What do you think?"

Eric looked up at him hopefully. "Do you think that will work?"

Chris cringed inside at the look of trust and hope on his best friend's face. I am the worst fucking friend. I see how miserable he is and I still want to bang his wife so bad. I am pathetic.

"Yeah, I do," he told Eric.

Eric clapped his hands together. A light seemed to shine from his tired eyes. "Alright, sounds like we have a plan. Aaron is spending the night at his friend Jake's house on Friday. I think we should have dinner at my house."

"That sounds good man. Tell your wife to wear something slutty."

Eric laughed and it eased the pain in Chris' heart to see life back in him. Ok, now all I have to do is stop thinking about his wife. I have to figure this thing out. Why is she haunting me?

***

Dinner had been another frosty event. But Eric didn't care. He had a plan now. He walked into his bedroom. Tiffany was sitting in front of her vanity mirror, brushing her hair. She saw him in the mirror and frowned.

"What do you want?" she asked him as she continued brushing.

"I want to have dinner Friday night. I invited Chris over. I think we need to talk about what happened. We need to move on."

Tiffany put down her brush and turned around to face him. She didn't look angry. "Yes, I was thinking about the same thing."

Eric let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He felt tension melt from his shoulders. He walked over to her and knelt in front of her.

"Baby, I am so sorry about bringing up that fantasy again. I realize how disturbing it is. Stuff like that needs to stay inside my head. I promise you that I will never, ever talk about it again."

She looked at him for several moments. He felt sweat trickle down his back. His palms were sweaty.

Come on baby, please...

"What is it about that fantasy that you like? Why do you think watching another man fuck me is so erotic?"

Eric hesitated as he considered his answer. "I think...because it's taboo. You haven't had another man inside of you in over 13 years and that excites me. That is the best answer I can give you..."

She sighed and looked down at the floor. She brought her head up and looked into his eyes. "I don't think I will ever understand you fascination...but I guess I don't need to. If it makes your horny then go ahead and fantasize about it." She held up her finger and pointed at him. "But don't think I will ever do something like that. You are the only man I ever want to be with for the rest of my life."

Eric smiled and grabbed her hand. She let him. He kissed her palm. "Baby, I never expected you to. Believe me that fantasy is over."

She smiled and grabbed his face. She leaned in and kissed him. "I love you. So don't be such a pervert ok?"

He laughed. "Ok baby. You got it."

***

Friday night arrived faster than anybody was anticipating, but especially for Chris. He stood in front of his best friend's front door but did not knock. He held a cheap bottle of wine in his hands and stared at it as if the label held all the answers to life's dilemmas.

Fuck me...I am suppose to be here to help save my best friend's marriage and I still can't get his wife out of my head. What is wrong with me?

He sighed and knocked on the door. He saw a shadow approaching through the distorted glass on the front door. His heart clenched up and he let out a relieved breath as Eric opened the door.

Get a hold of yourself! After everything that happened, why would Tiffany answer the door?

"Hey douche," Chris greeted his best friend. "Look what I brought." He held up the wine bottle.

"Ah, the cheap grocery store wine. You certainly are a cheap bastard, aren't you?" He smiled and stepped back so Chris could enter.

"Damn right," Chris replied, shoving Eric with his elbow as he walked by.

"I believe you know the way to the dining room," Eric said. He gestured with his hand for Chris to go on ahead.

Chris' heart clenched up again as he made his way down the hallway. He stopped next to a pair of sliding doors and took a deep breath.

I fucked everything up and I need to correct it. I will not let her sneak inside my mind anymore!

He pulled open the doors as Eric walked past him to get into the kitchen. Chris took a step inside the dining room and stopped.

Tiffany was walking around the table and setting the dishes. She turned around when she heard the doors open. Instantly, color rushed into her cheeks and she turned her head in embarrassment.

This is going to be a lot harder than I thought, Chris thought, as he stood enraptured in her presence. He couldn't believe his eyes. She was wearing a low-cut blouse and a short skirt. Her long, tan legs were glistening in the light of the dining room. Chris felt his cock harden instantly.

He lowered the bottle of wine to his crotch and walked gingerly to the table. It was a short, round table that would sit only 4. They had a formal dining room that contained the big table in another room in the house. He took a seat on put the wine on the table.

"Hey Tiff," he said, his voice rough and uneven. He felt his face flush.

She didn't look at him when she replied. "Hey Chris."

***

Tiffany felt as though her whole body was burning up. When she saw Chris walk in, the shame and embarrassment of the last week came rushing back and hit her like a truck.

I can't believe he saw me naked! was the first thought that popped into her head. She had to turn her face away in embarrassment.

She noted out of the corner of her eye how gingerly he walked to the table. He was holding a wine bottle in front of his crotch. Tiffany felt a surge of electricity run through her body when she realized what he was doing.

I gave him a boner! She was numb with shock. Then she remembered what her husband had talked her into wearing.

Come on baby, he had said earlier in the evening. You really need to wear something trashy. The problem is that he saw you naked. The only way to counteract that feeling is to make that incident less special by revealing more of your body than he is used to seeing. Remember what I said about Angelina Jolie? That she has been naked in so many movies that it does nothing for me anymore? That is what you have to do. You have to take away the mystique of your naked body.

Now that Chris was here and sitting at the table, she was not so sure anymore that wearing this outfit was such a good idea. Luckily, she didn't let her husband talk her out of wearing a bra.

What is wrong with me? I need to stop being such a prude. I have shown more skin at the beach, In fact, Chris has seen me plenty of times in a bathing suit.

Her strict Catholic upbringing was not an easy thing to get over. The fact is, she would always feel uncomfortable showing so much skin. But the fact that he had seen worse than this outfit made the heat leave her cheeks.

She glanced at the bottle of wine he brought and couldn't help but smile. "Has anybody ever told you that you are a cheap bastard?"

Chris' shoulders seem to sag in relief when she made the joke. He smiled more comfortably at her and responded like the old Chris. "All the fucking time."

She smiled back at him. Maybe this evening won't be so bad after all.

***

Eric stood in the doorway of the dining room and watched the exchange between his wife and his best friend. There was definitely some awkwardness at first, but then they settled in at the table and traded the usual jokes. He couldn't help but smile.

Maybe this evening holds some promise for my old plans...

"What's so funny?" Eric asked as he walked in with the platter of food. Tonight he had made tacos, everyone's favorite. He put the platter of food down on the table and sat next to his wife.

Tiffany wiped an imaginary tear from her eye as she replied. "Chris was just telling me what a sorry state you were in this week. He said that you were so out of it that you let loose a huge fart during an office meeting. And that...that.." Here she had to stop because she couldn't stop laughing. "You...you...looked around and said, with dull and unfocused eyes, 'Was that me?'"

She put her face in her hands and laughed. Chris was red in the face as he tried to choke back his laughter. Eric couldn't help but laugh along with them.

"Yeah," he said when the laughter died down, "I am never in the best frame of mind when we have a huge fight. I was definitely out of it this week."

"So what happened after that?" Tiffany asked Chris.

Chris helped himself to some tacos and replied, with suppressed mirth, "Well, Mr. Carter turned red and blurted out, 'Dear god man, what did you eat?' And everyone had their hands over their nose and were laughing their heads off!"

Eric took the opportunity to pop open the bottle of wine and pour everyone a glass as Tiffany and Chris laughed themselves silly.

The meal proceeded very nicely. The wine was flowing free and fast. In fact, they didn't even start dessert before Eric had to pop open a bottle of his own fine wine. He was in a very good mood as all tension had left his wife and best friend. Everyone laughed and talked and ate well into the night.

When he noticed his wife starting to slur her words Eric felt his heart race.

Now is the time to put on the pressure.

***

Tiffany drained her wine glass and set it down. She knew she shouldn't be drinking so much since she couldn't hold her alcohol very well. But it really helped ease the tension. And besides, she was having as much fun as she has had in a long time. This is what she missed.

The fact that Chris had seen her naked no longer seemed to matter. She even felt very silly for getting so bent out of shape. She made a promise to herself to make it up to Eric tonight.

If I don't pass out first. She looked across the table and noticed Chris looking at her cleavage. He glanced up quickly, saw her looking, and looked back at Eric and laugh at something he said. Tiffany felt a jolt in her pubic region and filled her glass again to distract herself.

She studied Chris as he engaged in a spirited debate with Eric. He is handsome; I will have to give him that. But could I really ever fuck somebody else other than Eric?

She mulled over this question as she drained another glass of wine. Even though she was officially drunk, with her inhibitions loosened, she just could not convince herself to fuck another man. She loved Eric with all of heart and that was that. Her vows meant something to her.

That, however, did not mean that she didn't love how hot her body made Chris. She felt down about her weight gain but the reaction her naked body elicited from Chris was a very soothing balm. Maybe one day she will wear that bikini thong her husband had tried for years to get her to wear.

Damn, I must be really drunk! She giggled to herself. Eric and Chris looked over at her, then looked at each other, and started laughing.

"Shit, Eric, I think your wife is smashed!" Chris howled with laughter.

"Yeah, she is definitely a lightweight," Eric replied, smiling at his wife. She punched him playfully in the ribs.

The laughter died down and a comfortable silence descended on the company. That is until Eric broke it.

"Well, I am so glad that everyone has gotten over the whole naked fiasco." Eric sat back in his chair and smiled.

A very sharp tension suddenly filled the room. Chris glanced at Tiffany and she stared back. Tiffany could feel the color on her cheeks but didn't know if that was from embarrassment or from the wine.

Damn you Eric, you just had to bring that up didn't you?

Eric threw up his hands. "Oh come on guys! You can't tell me this is still an issue? Look, Chris, you saw my wife naked. Tiffany," he said as he turned to look at her, "Chris saw your naked body. He saw two breasts and two nipples. He maybe saw two ass cheeks as well. What is the big deal?"

Tiffany saw Chris breathing heavy on the other side of the table. The drink had left her curiously numb. How do I really feel about this? Am I really that embarrassed?

Eric spoke again. "Yes, I know we live in America but over in Europe they have a much more...mature view about nudity. They don't really care about it over there. It's just a human body. So come on, let's get over it ok?"

Eric leaned over to Tiffany and whispered in her ear. "Honey, do everybody a favor and flash Chris your tits. Let him get his fill and let's be done with this. They are just boobs."

Tiffany felt a flash of anger and...excitement? You know what he is saying is true. Who cares about nudity? Let's put the water under the bridge.

"Chris, if you saw my boobs again, do you think it will help you get over it?" Tiffany felt her heart beating loudly. I must be really, really drunk!

Chris swallowed and nodded. "Yeah," he croaked, "I think it would. Eric is right. Nudity is nothing to be embarrassed about."

Tiffany felt her hands shaking as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. It took her a few tries to unbutton enough to wear her bra was showing. She swallowed nervously and felt her pussy soaking her panties.

She brought two shaking hands up and grabbed the top of her bra. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She pulled the top down and her heavy D-cup breasts flopped out onto her chest. She felt moisture trailing down her thigh.

I am going to fuck Eric's brains out tonight!

***

Chris sat stunned, as he gazed at the two most perfect breasts he had ever seen.

Now I know there is a God. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she stared into his eyes. Chris could almost trace her tan line with his tongue. She was only a few feet away. He would give anything if he could jump across the table and suck on those nipples like a newborn baby.

Her nipples were hard and erect. Sweat glistened off her chest. Chris tore his eyes off her chest to look at his best friend. Eric was sweating, too. He gave Chris a slight nod. Chris gazed back at Tiffany's breasts.

"So," she said, her voice shaking, "Did you get your fill? Do you think we can move on now?"

Chris swallowed and shook his head. "No, I could never get my fill. To be honest, Tiffany, I didn't just see your boobs that day. I also saw your butt. I think I need to see that again before I have had my fill." Chris could feel his pulse racing at his own daring.

Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise. She looked at her husband. He nodded his head. She looked back at Chris and let go of her bra. Her gorgeous breast disappeared from view. Chris felt like crying.