Bob and I have been the closest of friends since we served together in the Air Force in Korea. We saved each other’s butts against commanders trying to hang us with Article 15s too many times to keep count. That’s a special kind of friendship which has nothing to do with being gay, which we are not. For a long time, we lived apart from each other, but we stayed in contact through letters, telephone calls, and more recently, email. But we’ve always shared everything. We even work for the same company now.

Bob saw an advertisement in the paper recently in a help-wanted column, applied for it, and came to work here, not knowing that I was also working at this company. I work in the acquisitions department, while Mike is in charge of shipping and receiving, so we only see each other on lunch breaks and after work. But we have begun a routine where we almost always spend weekends together and a lot of evenings as well.

So when I found myself becoming strongly attracted to my best friend’s wife, it really created a dilemma for me. If I just kept quiet about it, he knew me well enough that he would sooner or later sense that something was wrong. On the other hand, if I just came out and told him that Chee was giving me a raging hard-on every time she blinked at me or walked by while we were watching a football game, could he blame me?

Chee is mouth-watering gorgeous, five feet six inches of exquisite curves with long, shining ash-blonde hair and a face that could do competition with Helen of Troy for instigating naval operations based on a bloodline of mixed Japanese/Caucasian bloodline that offers “American breasts, tummy, and thighs” that is backed up by Asian facial features and olive skin.

That’s not even mentioning her delectable bosom. No bra devised by man can disguise the incredible combination of size and shape of those wonderful orbs. It had become impossible for me to keep my eyes off of her every slightest move. Of course, she had noticed this and now and again had given me a glance in response that was anything but offended.

My own wife, Virginia, had noticed too. She wasn’t confrontational about it, though, knowing that I wouldn’t dream of doing anything that would hurt my best buddy. She’s as different from Chee as two beautiful women can be. Where Chee is voluptuous and blonde, Virginia is slender and dark-haired with small but very sensitive breasts just right for sucking. Chee is a muscular athletic type like an Amazon porn star, while Debbie is a business executive type built like a delicate fashion model. Both women are as stunningly attractive as they are different.

I finally decided when this had become unbearable that the only fair thing to do was to be straight up and honest with Bob. I hadn’t decided on when and how to lay my cards on the table, nor did I have any idea how to deal with the problem.

As she often does in such situations, Lady Fate took a hand in the matter. The day I decided that I must talk with Bob about my feelings for Chee, there was a minor crisis in his department, so I didn’t get to see him at lunch. Since we live quite close, naturally, we carpool, and that evening it was my turn to drive home.

When Bob met me on the way to my car in the parking lot, he was in a great mood. He had been confronted with a difficult and complicated situation that day and had resolved it successfully. He had every reason to feel upbeat and proud of himself. He was still telling me about what had happened as I guided the car onto the freeway. My mind was whirling with the effort of trying to decide how to broach the subject of my problem with Chee.

“By the way,” Bob spontaneously shifted direction in conversation, “Chee and I have been noticing that you’ve been a little uncomfortable around her lately.”

A flash of sheer panic burst in my brain, and I feared I was about to crash the car.

“Well, I wanted to tell you not to worry about it,” he continued calmly, as if reading my mind from my pale expression, “She’s a real turn-on for any man, so I can’t blame you a bit. To tell the truth, she admitted to me that she’s rather flattered.”

I let out a heavy sigh of relief, “Bob, you don’t know how afraid I was that you’d be upset.”

“Not at all,” he laughed, “and I have to admit that I’ve had similar feelings about Virginia, too.”

“Really?” I blurted in astonishment. Had I been so blinded by my lust for Chee that I was oblivious to everything else going on around me? Apparently, so.

“She’s so different from Chee. I guess it’s the old thing about the grass always being greener on the other side or something like that.”

The traffic had become especially heavy, and we had come to a complete halt. I was still sorting out my bewilderment at the way my whole world had just changed.

“Chee and I often share our fantasies,” Bob went on, “and to be honest, a lot of mine have involved your wife. Does that bother you?”

“Not if my doing the same about your wife doesn’t bother you,” I laughed, becoming more at ease.

“Well, in response, Chee has told me about her fantasies about you.”

My cock literally jumped in my pants, making the operation of a motor vehicle even more hazardous. A million erotic images suddenly flooded my electrified brain. It was almost beyond belief that the blonde goddess who had so tormented my dreams also harbored such feelings for me.