My Husband's Mistress

The Party

After storming out, in the most unladylike fashion might I add, I begin pacing. I search around for Spencer but cannot find him. He is my long time best friend that is a guy and he is amazing. I am forever grateful for Spencer. People, especially guys, always try to use and abuse me... Spencer saved me from a horrible relationship where I was being abused physically and verbally. Never again do I want to go back to a situation like that. It broke me in many ways and Spencer is slowly putting me back together. I find a swarm of girls by the bar and low and behold locate my dear Spencer in the middle of the group. Honestly I don't blame them. He is a s*x god in his own right. Standing at about 5'8", with huge biceps, and an eight pack for days. He has shaggy brown hair, and eyes so dark they almost as black as obsidian... His personality is what catches most girls... Spencer is a trip to say the least and can make any girl drop their panties and gush with his silver tongue... But anyways, I make my way to the middle of the throng and hang off of spencer purposefully. I get many death stares and glares from all the she b*thces there.. So I smirk at him and Spencer warns, "Jane, don't." He has known me too long so he expects what I am about to do... I sit on his lap and straddle him with everyone watching and wrap my arms around his neck. He gently slides his hands under my ass and grabs firmly eliciting a delicious moan from me...  Before you ask, yes Spencer and I have had s*x before multiple times.