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My Wife's Best Friend

By: Jake Lost



My wife and I met when we were in junior high. We lived in different towns that were right next to each other. When we were in high school we started dating and eventually we married. While in high school, we usually double dated with her best friend Heidi and her boyfriend. 

My wife and Heidi were a complete contrast in looks. My wife is a blonde, fair skinned woman. She is about 5'3 and 105lbs. Heidi on the other hand has dark brown hair with a dark complexion. She is about 5'6 and 115lbs. Their chest size was about the same but my wife was more compact while Heidi is more leggy. My wife was more of a tom boy who isn't afraid to get dirty while Heidi is all women who wouldn't want to break a nail. My wife was a virgin who didn't have sex with me until I was in college whereas Heidi was known to put out. We all got along well and stayed friends through out the years. My wife was her maid of honor at her wedding and I was a groomsman. Heidi was the maid of honor at our wedding also. 

Although the two of them stayed in touch, they didn't have much time to spend together since we had a child and both had a lot going on in their lives. I was in my early twenties and spent a lot of time with the boys, drinking beer and playing basketball. My wife thought it would be a good idea if we all got together for a night out. She called Heidi and asked if she wanted to go out on this coming Friday night. Heidi said it would be great since her husband went on a fishing trip to Canada and she didn't have much to do. When my wife told me the news, I was a little less than excited. I didn't want to be a third wheel as they yapped about old times. I said that I would bring one of my beer drinking buddies along. Skip knew Heidi from when we were in high school so there was no tension between anyone. 

We met at our apartment and jumped into one vehicle and headed for the local bar. we all had fun drinking and talking. We moved from bar to bar, having a good time at them all. The last place we went was a trendy dance club. It was very crowded and easy to get lost in there. I took Heidi's hand and said lets dance. She was obviously looking to dance with anybody but Skip, who kind of looks like a troll. We got out to the floor and it was crowded. We went to the far side of the dance floor and danced to some hip hop dance garbage that was playing loudly. I was surprised to see how buzzed Heidi was. She was never much of a drinker. She looked good as she was wearing a tight little body suit type outfit. She was acting very friendly but this wasn't too surprising since we always had a mutual attraction towards one another. The next song was a slow one and we decided to stay out and dance to it. 

She surprised me when she put both arms around my neck and leaned in to rest her head on my shoulder. I hugged her close and didn't say a word as we swayed slowly to the music. It reminded me of dancing with a girl in high school who you liked and couldn't find the nerve to speak. She would lift her head slightly and rub her lips across my neck. I started seriously rubbing her back, feeling her slender body. I lowered my head to her hair as she lightly nibbled my neck. I lowered my hands and felt her ass as she slid her lips up to meet mine. We started out with a slow passionate kiss as her lips felt so warm and tender against mine. I was about ready to burst as we parted our lips and deeply kissed each other as our tongues danced in desire. 

She rubbed my chest as I felt her up and down her back side and we continued to kiss each other as if we had some built up passion that was finally being released. Her warm tongue against mine had my blood rushing to my loins as I was at full attention. Not wanting to stop, I slowly pulled back. We could only gaze into each others eyes as I wondered what just happened. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to notice my wife looking at me. 

She said, "can we cut in?". I noticed Skip standing next to her. As I shifted to dance with my wife, I quickly found that she did not see me kissing her best friend. The rest of the night went on uneventful as the women talked together and Skip and I drank beer and looked at the many skirts that traveled by. After bar closing, we went to an all night cafe to eat. As we talked, I almost choked on my coffee when Heidi complained to my wife about how little sex she was getting. This thought was all that was in my mind for the rest of the night. 

My wife was the only woman I have ever had sex with and I couldn't help but think about the dirty dance that Heidi and I did. By the time we all made it back to our apartment, it was around 3 a.m.. My wife and I asked if both Skip and Heidi would like to spend the night since they both had been drinking and it was so late. Heidi accepted since she was home alone but Skip decided he would have no problem getting home. I slapped Skip on the back and told him to drive safe as I made my way up to our apartment. Heidi anticipated that she possibly wouldn't be driving home so she brought an overnight bag with her. The women took turns in the bathroom as I put on a loose fitting pair of sweats. I had a muscular frame and never wore a shirt to bed. I went into our kitchen to drink something and get rid of the bad case of cotton mouth that I had going. 

As I walked into the living room, Heidi was bent over putting something in her bag. She was wearing a thin nightie with small panties. Her nightie rode up her back, displaying her tight ass for my viewing pleasure. She turned around about the same time my wife entered the room. I had a mean hard on cooking so I quickly said good night and went to our bedroom. The strong lustful feelings I had made me horny as hell. I waited for my wife to come to bed so I could give her the wood. When she finally made it to bed she did the classic "roll over" which pretty much told me that I might as well jack off because that is all the lovin' I was getting that night. 

Frustrated, I rolled over and tried to fall asleep. As I twisted and turned, I couldn't help but think about the goddess who was sleeping in our living room. I thought about the dance that night and the way she felt as we passionately kissed. I thought about the first time my wife introduced her to me as her best friend when we were teenagers. The mutual attraction was pretty evident. I thought that since Heidi was about the only teenager around town who wasn't afraid to put out, I should have made a move. Then I thought about how close my wife and her were and how the little lady definitely would have found out. I loved my wife. 

As I continued to twist and turn in bed, I heard a noise in the kitchen. It sounded like the fridge door being opened and closed. Unable to sleep, and hoping to get another glimpse of Heidi, I got up and walked out to the living room. As I walked into the living room from the hallway, Heidi walked in from the opposite direction. The bright light from an outside pole lit up the room enough so I could see. As she walked by the window, I could see right through her thin nightie. Her breasts were firm and she had large, dark nipples that were accented by her long trim figure. 

There was a deep mutual attraction in the air as I walked toward her. We didn't say a word as I stood right before her and leaned in and continued the kiss from earlier that evening. Her warm mouth eagarly accepted mine as we wrapped our arms around each other and feverishly kissed. Her tongue was hot and wet as we firmly licked each others mouth and tongues. She ran her hands all over my exposed body as I grasped her small waist. The passion was thick as we sucked face and felt each others toned bodies. My cock was on fire a as hard as ever. I don't know what got in to me but I can seriously say that the consequences of making out with my wife's best friend were the farthest thoughts from my mind. We were breathing heavy as she was so much more aggressive than my wife. As we kissed, she ran her hands down my chest and over my abs. 

I felt her tug and noticed my sweats had been freed. My tremendous boner wouldn't let them slide down to the floor. Heidi started to suck on my lips, then my neck. Her warm tongue felt so hot as she licked her way down my body until she was at her knees. I couldn't believe my eyes as she pulled my sweats down and freed my tremendous meat muscle. My wife only "went down" on special occasions but Heidi was going in for the kill right off the bat. My dick was extremely hard and at it's best. I was extremely thick and about nine inches long. Heidi's warm hand clasped my dagger as she expertly leaned in and wrapped her lips around my pole. Her mouth was warm as she sucked my trembling cock head and swirled her tongue around it. I gasped as she bobbed up and down, taking more in on every bob, lubricating my shaft with her saliva and my pre-jac that was oozing from my tip. 

She pulled my dick from her mouth and licked it up and down. She dragged her tongue across one side of my long shaft and down the other. There was an obvious method to her madness as she lifted my cock up and aggressively sucked on my huge sack. She knew what she was doing as I never felt anything like this before. She looked me dead in the eyes as she gave me a slow hard lick from the base of my balls, all the way up my shaft, and to my swollen purple cock head. She then locked on to my missile and went to work. She developed a quick tight rhythm of bobbing up and down four to five times and then licking all around my cock head and shaft, then return to bob for more. She sucked my cock with a sense of urgency as I moaned in delight. 

She continued the same pattern as my knees buckled to her cock sucking prowess. After licking around my dripping cock head she looked up and gave me a sultry little smile. She then took my cock into her mouth and with her eyes looking straight into mine, slowly gobbled up my entire nine inch load. Her nose was buried into my pube's as she continued to look me in the eyes and deepthroat me. I had never experienced anything like it before as my wife would gag if my cock got anywhere near her tonsils. I grabbed her head as I started to lose my balance. I pulled my cock from her tremendous clutches and fell onto the couch. Heidi stood up and smiled as she knew she was giving me something I had never had. She pulled her nightie off and through it to the floor. My dick was drenched with her saliva as I admired her dark trim body. She turned away from me and bent over to remove her panties, showing me how they stuck to her sticky snatch. My hard dick rested on my abs as she returned to her knees and pulled it towards her. She gently stroked it and whispered to me, "I am going to blow you so don't worry about cumming into my mouth". She must have talked to my wife and knew that she never swallowed. 

I almost blew my load right there as she returned my dick to her warm mouth. Her lips were swollen as she bobbed up and down on my rock hard cock. I placed my hands on her head and shut my eyes as her warm, tender mouth swallowed more and more with each bob. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be married to something like this as she continued her oral attack. I was breathing heavy and moaning as she was like a boxer smelling blood. She sucked harder and faster as she was looking for the knockout. I started to pull her head up and down, jacking off with her mouth. She started to hum as she deepthroated me, sending a vibration through my cock and about curling my toes. My body tensed as I couldn't take anymore. 

I let go of her head and squeezed the couch cushions. My cock thickened inside her mouth and I let loose with a thunderous orgasm. I blew wad after wad into her mouth as I could see she was working hard at swallowing. Cum started to back out through the sides of her mouth as she pulled back. I continued to let loose as she swallowed and held my cock, allowing me to shoot cum into her face. She then opened her mouth and pointed my cock so that she could take it in her mouth. Every time she swallowed, my cock would shoot more into her face. This continued for what seemed like for ever as I obviously was happy with her blow job. When I finally was spent, she sucked on my cock as if to empty all of it's contents. She had cum dripping from her eyebrows, nose and chin. She also had a steam in her hair as she eagerly swallowed the remains. She sat up and wiped my cum off her face and into her hand. 

She then looked me square in the eye and licked it off her hand. God, did I want to fuck her! My instincts took over and I always wanted to see what another woman tasted like. I took her hand and laid down on the couch. I pulled her up to take a seat on my face. She turned at the last minute so that when she lowered her snatch onto my face she was facing my deflated cock. I reached up and grabbed her waist, as she slowly lowered her sweet pussy to my mouth. The scent of her cunt was thick as I took my first taste. She was very warm and wet as I slid my tongue through her pussy lips and licked her deeply. She tasted distinctly different than my wife and I liked it. I quickly went in for more as she grasped her hair up over her head and moaned. 

I stuck my tongue into her deeply and probed around, tasting every nook and cranny. She started to rock slowly back and forth as I licked her clean. She seemed a little looser than my wife but her pussy was a work of art. As I started to lick her gash a little more aggressively she started to squeal. I sucked on her pussy lips and licked her inner walls as she was working her pussy back and fourth and moaning for more. I licked around her quivering clit and teased it as she really started to respond. She was getting wetter as I her joy juices flowed. She was breathing heavy and whispering "yes" as I continued to outline her clit with my tongue. I teased that baby as it trembled in anticipation. She was squirming around on top of my face as I would stop just short of her quivering clit. 

She was panting as she lowered her hand down to relieve some of the stress. I grabbed her hand just shy of her clit and continued to lick her out and tease her clit. She tried to push her clit into my mouth but I always stayed just a little out of it's way. She really started to moan as I continued my oral attack. As good as she was at sucking cock, I tried to return the oral favor. She was really getting vocal as I finally relented. When my warm tongue finally hit her spot she let out a primal scream in approval. She mashed her pussy into my face as I sucked the life out of her yearning clit. She started riding my face wildly as I hungrily ate her out. She would buck her hips and moan as her hot pussy dragged across my tongue. 

She fell to her hands and purred as I drove her to the edge. She whaled as a tremendous orgasm let loose inside of her. I relentlessly licked her cunt as she roared for more. Her penned up passion juice started to flow as I lapped up all I could. She was breathing as if she just ran a marathon as her body tingled in ecstasy. She started yelping, "oh god...oh god...oh my fucking god...yes...". She was trying to compose herself as she was ready to be fucked. My cock was back at full mass as she quivered over my body and I continued to lick her wound. She grabbed my cock and started to suck it for all she was worth. We were at a full fledge sixty nine as we both readied each other for what had been brewing all night. 

As if on cue she released my fully loaded meat wagon from her mouth and slid her drenched pussy down my chin, across my chest, over my abs, and to my mountainous cock. I reached down and held it straight up in the air as she raised her body into position. She had to get up on one leg to get on top of my great size. When she was in position I slowly rubbed my fat cockhead through her extremely wet snatch. 

When it found the spot she slowly lowered herself onto my heat seeking missle. The feeling of my cock stretch her wet pussy lips and slide in was as good as it gets. I sighed loudly as she lowered a little at a time and pulled up, trying to ready adjust her pussy to my great size. When her exploding pussy was ready she slowly slid down my pole. We both moaned simultaneously as her tremendous warm cunt engulfed my rock hard cock. She slid down my pole until she successfully landed all nine inches inside of her. She just held it there and grinded her hot cunt down on my cock. 

It seemed as if her pussy had a mind of it's own as her cunt muscles contracted and wetly squeezed my cock. I grabbed her beautiful ass as she moaned in heat. Her pussy felt so different than my wife's I couldn't believe it. She slowly started to ride me up and down as her drenched pussy felt so hot on my staff. She moaned and squeezed her tits as she repeatedly bounced slowly up and down, making sure her strong clit rubbed against my love cannon. Her fiery pussy was almost magical as it wasn't as tight as my wife's but much more accepting. Heidi knew what it meant to fuck and she was putting on a clinic. Her long brown hair flowed beautifully down her back as she rode my pony. I stroked her back as she reached back to hold one of my hands. She was riding my lightning as we both were taken back by the electricity between us. 

I was in ecstasy as I watched my wife's best friend expertly ride my huge cock. She started to bounce faster and faster as her moans became more intense. She couldn't keep her hands still as she stroked her hair, leaned back to hold herself up, squeeze her tits, and rub my legs. My massive cock was getting to her as she started to ride my cock like a piston pumping at 3000 rpm's. She started to cry out as I now was taking her by the waist and thrusting her up and down on my mighty pole. She was getting more and more animated as she was losing all control. She quivered as another orgasm brewed inside of her. She had a blank stare as her whole body just shuddered. Her cunt was like a swamp as it splashed down on my thick cock. 

I knew it was time to take the wheel as I grabbed her waist and lifted myself up. I buried my cock deeply into her as I repositioned ourselves. She was on all fours as I started to seriously fuck her doggy style. Heidi really seemed to enjoy this as she buried her head into the cushions and arched her back. She pushed into me as I drove my cock repeatedly into her fiery love canyon. She was very vocal as she screamed for more. We were sweating buckets as we fucked like wild animals. We were having hot monkey love on my couch with my wife sleeping just down the hall. Heidi was so hot as her burning pussy squeezed my cock with each thrust. She was in the middle of multiple orgasms as I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. We both moaned as my huge cock plunged into her wet love canal repeatedly. 

I have never fucked with so much passion or power in my life as I stuck my massive cock into her sweet wet pussy as if I were sawing her in half. Heidi was screaming so loud that I knew it was just a matter of time before my wife woke up. Sure enough, out of the corner of my eye I saw my wife. She screamed, "what are you doing!!!" as I continued to ram her best friend from behind. Heidi was oblivious to her surroundings as she was in the middle of another blistering orgasm. 

With Heidi screaming in a fit of passion and my wife screaming in a fit of rage, I felt my cock thicken and explode. I thrust my cock deep into Heidi and unloaded all I had. I was extinguishing Heidi's fire as she felt my warm cum flow like a tidal wave through her body. Heidi gripped the arm of the couch as if she was drowning and made it to shore. I just held my position and sighed as my cock was deep into Heidi and draining. I was impregnating her best friend as my wife looked on in horror. 

As I dismounted, Heidi fell limply onto the couch, trying to catch her breath. I stood up, with my dick glistening with Heidi's love juice, and took my wife into our bedroom. She was exploding with anger as I quickly calmed her down. I told her that with it being so late and with us all drinking, I must have been sleep walking. She didn't buy it and threatened to leave. I told her it was the truth and that Heidi probably didn't know what happened as she was drunk and sleeping. I said that I must have thought I was with my wife until she woke me out of my trance. Although she was hurt, I could see in her eyes that she might actually be buying the story. She went out to question Heidi, who was so drained by our wild sexual encounter that she actually played the part to perfection. 


My Wife's Best Friend



Beth had been a good friend of ours ever since we had moved out to sunny Santa Monica two years earlier. My wife had met her at work when they were both receptionists at a mail order company. She and her husband Steve had often came over for dinner or met us for a movie. I had never cared for Steve as he was self-absorbed and bitter. The last time we had seen Beth was just before she filed for divorce and she had been pretty broken up.

"That was Beth," Sarah said as she hung up the phone. "She'll be here about six."

"How's she doing?" I asked.

"Pretty good, considering. I think she's on the mend." Sarah moved about the table laying out placemats and setting two candles in the middle. I watched as she moved nimbly around the room. She wore a long straight dress that she knew I liked. It hugged her body and extenuated her tall form and curves. My wife is tall, 5'8", with full C-cup breasts and large thick nipples that crinkle up like pursed lips when she's turned on. Just thinking about it had my cock twitching.

"What's the plan?" I asked, less because I was curious, than because it gave me something to do while I stared at her hungrily.

"Hum? Oh, just dinner I guess," she said, brushing back a long strand of dark hair and trapping it behind her ear. "Then I figured we'd have a drink and just talk a bit. I think Beth is lonely. Since she left Steve she hasn't really been out much. She'll probably need to open up a bit."

"Hmmm," I said, still watching her. The dress was a dark shade of blue, but very thin and I could see the cheeks of her ass lift and fall as she strode into the kitchen for dishes and glasses. Although she's tall and trim, she has a full ass set to match her large breasts. I like nothing better than to watch her cheeks lift and fall as she walks. I moved up to her; she was just lighting a match for the candles. I ran one hand lightly up her back and then reached around in front of her to cup her breast. She shivered under me. I found her nipple and gently pinched it. My cock stiffened slightly as I felt her nipple harden and the skin of her areola wrinkle in response. I could feel it easily through her thin bra.

"Tom! Stop it. Beth will be here in half an hour!"

"We've been quicker than that before," I laughed.

She smiled in return and expertly extracted herself from my embrace. "Now, go do something useful. Go out and bring in a load of wood for the fireplace. I think a fire might be nice after dinner." I grinned, but moved obediently toward the patio where we kept a stack of wood for the small fireplace in the living room. 

I was sitting on the patio a little after six when I heard the doorbell and then Sarah's exclamation of delight as she opened the door. "Tom!" She called from the front door. "Beth's here. Come give her a hug!" I stubbed out the cigarette and moved back into the house. Sarah had just pulled Beth into the house and closed the door. "Steve doesn't know what he's lost," I thought as I took in the petite figure of my wife's best friend. Beth looked even better than I remembered. She's small, easily no more than 5'2", and looking even shorter beside my tall wife. But she had breasts even larger than my wife's and an ass that curved enticingly. Short, curly brown hair framed her face as she held out her arms toward me.

I grinned. Nothing would please me more than being squeezed against those luscious melons. I gave her a tight hug and then held her at arms length as I gave her an appraising look. She was wearing a tight spaghetti strap top and a knee-length skirt. "You look great!" I said, meaning it.

"I've been working out. Since Steve left, I can't stand to just sit at home all the time, but I haven't really felt like going out and being around people, you know. Working out gives me an excuse to get out of the house without really requiring me to talk to anybody." She looked at Sarah and me. "You guys look great too."

"Well," Sarah laughed, "it's not because we've been working out. At least," she winked at me, "not with weights. Come on. Dinner's ready."

Dinner was a nice affair. Sarah had prepared her specialty: spaghetti and meat sauce. It wasn't anything fancy, but no one complained. We had broken out a bottle of our better red wine, and by the end of dinner we had all had a couple of glasses. Then we retired to the living room.

The girls sat on the couch and gossiped about work. I set to lighting a fire and then got the bottle of wine and refilled our glasses. Then I sat down cross-legged in front of the fire and quietly sipped my wine.

The fire felt nice against my back and the wine was giving me a pleasant buzzing in my head. I watched the girls, only giving half an ear to what they were saying. As I sat there I found myself watching Beth and my wife. They were both beautiful women. I watched Beth's breasts rise and fall with each breath. I could see the dark outline of her nipples against the thin white top she wore. Unable to help myself, I began imagining them bare and heaving, shiny with sweat. I felt my groin tighten at the image and I blinked and took a quick sip of my wine. 

While my wife wore a dress that reached down almost to her ankles, Beth's skirt was barely knee length and had risen even higher when she sat down. I found that if I leaned just a little to my left I could see between her golden thighs and catch a shiny glimpse of the white cotton panties covering her pubic mound. 

"You know," said Sarah suddenly, awakening me from my stupor, "I'd really like some pot."

"Huh?" I said.

"Don't you still have some weed tucked away somewhere, honey?"

Sarah and I occasionally enjoyed a smoke before sex. We'd usually smoke a little while watching a sexy movie, before moving on to the main event. I still had a stash hidden in a trunk upstairs. "You sure?" I said, looking from Sarah to Beth. Beth nodded. She was slightly drunk. I could tell by the glazed look in her eyes. 

Adjusting myself as unobtrusively as I could so my erection wouldn't be quite so obvious when I stood, I got up and headed up the stairs to our bedroom. I rolled us each a joint and head back to the living room. Sarah was refilling our glasses with the last of the wine as I handed out the small wrapped packages.

Beth took the lighter Sarah handed her and puffed to light the joint. Then Sarah lit up and handed the lighter to me. I settled myself back by the fire and took a deep inhalation, held it, and exhaled with a sigh. Pot has always had an almost sexual affect on me, and I could feel the heat in my groin after the first breath.

Beth let out a cloud of smoke in a cough that quickly turned into a fit of giggling, tears streaming down her face.

"Ah, it's been so long! Not since college." She laughed, pulling her knees up as she coughed again. As her knees came up I found I had a perfect view between her legs. I thought I could even see the dark crinkles of her pubic hair pressed against her white panties. 

We sat and puffed contentedly for a few minutes. The girls started telling crude jokes and giggling uncontrollably. I loved it. Every time they laughed I could see their tits jiggle and nipples press against the cloth of their tops.

"God," said Beth, "Pot always makes me so horny." She giggled. "I can't believe I just said that! Do you know I haven't had a good fuck since I left Steven three months ago?"

"That long?" laughed Sarah. "Geez, Tom fucked me last night and already I'm feeling deprived!"

I blushed. Pot always had the effect of making Sarah completely uninhibited, but I never imagined she would act this way in front of someone else! Even worse I could feel my own hormones start to bubble and I couldn't keep my eyes off the girls' jiggling breasts and Beth's smooth legs.

"This is too much," said Beth. "I need some satisfaction!" I held my breath. This couldn't be happening.

"Let's watch a video," Beth said suddenly.

A video? I thought, disappointed. After all that she wants to watch a video?

My wife seemed just as surprised. "A video?"

"Yeah, a video. A sexy video. Come on, I know you guys have some."

"Oh," Sarah said, realization dawning on her face. "One of 'those' videos." 

"Yeah," said Beth, taking another deep drag on her joint. "Come on, it'll be fun."

Sarah looked at me. I shrugged. Sounded good to me. "I'll make us a couple more smokes. You pick a movie."

Sarah and Beth got up and went to the closet to pull out the box where we hid "those" videos. I headed back upstairs to roll a couple more joints. My dick was rock hard. I had no idea what was going on, but I wasn't about to stop and think about it. I had never seen my wife so daring. Even in front of me she had always been rather conservative. And now, in front of someone else! Grabbing up the three new joints I raced back to join the girls.

They were both lounging on the couch. On the television screen a scene was playing out already. They hadn't wasted any time. They had picked one of the new DVD's we'd recently ordered and had chosen one of my favorite scenes. On the screen a man lounged on a couch as two beautiful girls peeled down his briefs, slowly licking up the insides of his thighs. Soon they had his underwear around his ankles. One of the girls, a brunette with small, pert breasts, took hold of his large cock in her hand. She slowly stroked it with one hand. Her other hand fondled his balls while the man breathed heavily through his mouth with a look of ecstasy on his face.

"Look at his cock," Beth said huskily. "It's huge."

"Yeah," said my wife, her eyes glued to the screen.

I handed out the joints and took my place back by the fire. It needed another log, so I threw two more on. I didn't want to be bothered with it again for a while.

The girls lit up their smokes and puffed silently for a while. In the video, the brunette was slowly sucking the guy's long cock. She licked the glistening head and then took it into her mouth a little at a time. The man groaned. Encouraged, the girl took more of it into her mouth. As always, I looked with amazement as the girl slowly took the man's 8-incher all the way down her throat. 

I turned from the screen when I heard Beth groan. In one hand she still held the joint, but her other hand was massaging her tits with hard, urgent movements. I watched as her fingers found a nipple and slowly rubbed it with circular motions. Then she pinched the nipple, twisting it between forefinger and thumb until it was standing up clearly against the thin fabric.

I glanced at my wife and felt my cock grow even harder. She had pulled her dress up and had pushed it into the crevice between her legs. Her fingers blurred as she rubbed her cunt through the thin material of the dress. 

"Ah, she's so wet!" exclaimed Sarah, and I glanced back at the screen to see the man had shifted his position and was spreading the brunette's ass with the palms of his hands. The camera pulled in for a close-up as the man darted his tongue in and out of her dripping pussy.

The other girl in the video, a blond with large breasts and a completely shaved pussy, sat to one side and frigged her clit with two fingers. 

I glanced back at the girls just in time to see Beth scoot forward slightly on the couch as she hiked her skirt up around her hips and, spreading her legs, began rubbing her fingers against the front of her panties. I could see a wet spot forming on the material between her thighs. 

Suddenly Beth looked right at me. "Tom, why don't you come up here and join us?"

I looked at Sarah, and she smiled and nodded. I noticed she had her dress pulled up around her waist and her hand was hidden from view beneath the black satin panties she wore. I slowly got up from my place at the fire. 

"You looked like you're about to burst a seam, dear," my wife said, pointing at the raging hard on I had forgotten to reposition when I stood up.

"He looks huge," commented Beth, eyeing my crotch. "Bring that over here before I have to go get it myself."

I felt like I was drifting through a dream. I don't know if it was marijuana, or just the situation I was in, but it felt completely unreal. I walked over to the couch and sat between the two girls. Sarah reached up the hand she had just had down her panties and trailed her fingers across my lips and under my nose. I could smell her strong, musky scent. Her fingers were wet with her juices and I opened my mouth to suck them in. She tasted wonderful.

I reached over and squeezed her breasts. She moaned. We had finished smoking so we all had both hands free now. It was just as well, since I had a feeling I was going to need them. I felt Sarah's hard nipples through the smooth cloth of her dress. She had both her hands back in her lap and I saw that she had pulled her panties aside and was slipping two fingers deep into her cunt, frigging her clit with her thumb. Her eyes had moved back to the screen and I turned slightly to see what the action was.


The well hung stud had mounted the brunette from behind and was driving his cock deep into her pussy. As I watched, the blond crawled up between his legs and began licking the other girl's stiff clit, occasionally running her tongue along the man's shaft as it slid into her friend.

"His cock looks good slamming into her tight cunt, doesn't it honey?" I whispered into her ear, tickling the tender side of her neck with my hot breath. 

"Yes," she breathed, pushing her fingers deep into her cunt. "His cock looks so good fucking her. I bet that feels so good!"

"And look at the other girl licking her clit while he fucks her."

"Hmmmm," she groaned.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you sweetie? Having some girl flicking her tongue against your sensitive clit while I fucked you? Wouldn't you like that?" 

"Yes, oh yes! That would feel so good!"

I unbuttoned the front of her dress, exposing her lacey bra. It was one of those made entirely of lacey, see-through material, so I could see the dark pink of her nipples jutting out against the material.

As I rubbed her hardened nipples through the lace I felt fingers tugging at the button to my pants. I glanced down and was surprised to see Beth had already slipped the button free and was drawing down my fly. I had almost forgotten about her in the rapture of the titillating conversation with my wife. But I couldn't forget her now. Sometime since I had sat down she had pulled her shirt over her head and unsnapped her bra. The bra hung from one shoulder as if she'd been in too much of a hurry to pull it all the way off. But it was her gorgeous tits that held my gaze. Bent down as she was, tugging at my trousers, her breasts had fallen forward until they were cradled between her arms. Sweat shone on the smooth skin and I could see a drop glisten on the tip on one dark nipple. 

I was so enraptured by those luscious globes that I didn't notice she had freed my cock until I felt the warmth of her hand encircle the base. I gasped. I looked at Sarah and saw her eyes staring hungrily at my freed member as Beth slowly stroked it up and down. My wife raised her head and kissed me, pushing her tongue urgently into my mouth. I shuddered from the dual pleasure of my wife's passionate kiss and the excitement of her best friend stroking my cock.

"You want her, don't you Tom?" Sarah said, pulling back slightly and grinning at me wickedly.

"I -"

"It's okay. Did you think I didn't know what we were getting into when I suggested you go get some weed?" She smiled again. "All Beth has been talking about for the last week is how badly she needs a hard cock. So I gave in and invited her over. You don't mind, do you sweetheart?"

Before I could answer, I felt Beth engulf me in her hot mouth. I grunted and closed my eyes. "Oh, God," I said.

"And guess what?" Sarah said, leaning close and whispering in my ear. "She likes it in the ass, Tom. She wants you to fuck her hard in the ass!"

I almost came right then. I had always wanted to fuck Sarah in the ass, but the few times we had tried had been unsuccessful. Now here she was encouraging me to do just that to her best friend! I slipped my right hand down Beth's back until I reached her ass. I squeezed her cheek, exhilarating in their firmness, and then slid my hand down beneath the band of her panties and into her crack. I felt her wetness long before I reached the opening to her pussy. Since she was leaning forward in order to suck my cock, her ass was lifted slightly off the couch, giving me just enough room to slide one finger into her sopping wet cunt. She groaned against my shaft when I entered her with one finger and began to slowly finger-fuck her. 

When my finger was slick from her juices, I shifted my hand slightly until I could feel her tight anus against my fingertips. I rubbed it hesitantly, then harder as I heard her moan around my cock. I felt one of her hands leave my shaft and I knew she was slipping it down between her legs to rub her pussy.

That turned me on so intensely that I had to clamp my teeth together to keep from filling her mouth with my hot sperm. I increased my pressure on her anus until I felt one of my fingers slip inside. She squealed and pulled off my cock. 

"Oh, God! That feels so good. Fuck my ass!"

I was dimly aware of Sarah shifting position to take Beth's place on my cock. Beth was still leaning forward, her head in my lap so that I had access to her incredibly hot ass.

Suddenly I felt an extra tightness around my finger and I knew Beth was close to orgasm. I glided another finger into her ass as she cried out in rapture and collapsed into me. She shuddered as I removed first one finger and then the other from her. My cock was starting to spasm as Sarah continued her administrations and I knew I was going to cum soon.

Sarah must have realized the same thing and suddenly slowed her assault. She turned her face toward me. 

"Do you want to fuck her ass, Tom? Hmm, would you?"

I nodded. Beth stood up and slid her dress and panties off and tossed them on the end of the couch with her bra. She gripped my cock in her hand and grinned at me. "I want you to cum in my ass, Tom. I want to feel your cum leaking out of my ass and dripping over my pussy."

Beth got up on her knees on the couch and raised her ass in the air. I could see the fine hairs glistening around her anus from the cum that had soaked her crotch after her recent orgasm. From her position, her ass cheeks were naturally spread wide and the puffy lips of her sopping pussy peeked out from between her thighs. I got down behind her and slowly licked up one shiny thigh, tasting her cum where it had leaked down her legs. I traced her pussy with my tongue until I got to the dripping opening. I sucked the juices from it and I had never tasted anything so wonderful. 

"Lick my ass," Beth said hungrily.

How could I not comply? I ran my tongue up between her cheeks until I felt her puckered anus under the tip of my tongue. She groaned again and pushed her ass against my face. I fucked her ass with my tongue, knowing in a few moments it would be my cock fucking her, opening her up, shooting streams of cum into her ass.

Sensing she was ready, I stood up on my knees, rubbing my cock in the crack of her ass. Her cheeks hugged me and I had to breathe deeply to calm my racing heart. I wanted this to last.

I wanted to fuck her ass. I could barely wait. But first I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy and slowly slid my length into her wet opening. She was so incredibly hot! I looked down and saw Sarah sitting a few feet in front of Beth, leaning back against the arm of the couch. She had her legs spread wide and was furiously rubbing her clit as she watched us. 

After a few more strokes, I slipped myself out of Beth's dripping snatch and positioned it at the opening to her ass. This was the moment I had been waiting for. Her ass seemed so tight that I didn't see how my cock could possible fit inside. I pressed the head against her opening and slowly increased pressure. Hesitantly, almost unnoticeable at first, I felt my cock slide into her. The head of my cock slipped past the first sphincter muscle and I was engulfed in a world of heat and tightness. It felt as though her ass was sucking me in and would never let go. I pushed my full length into her and she gasped with pleasure. I had never felt anything so powerful before. 




My Wife's Best Friend



Sarah was watching me with an expression of rapt attention on her face. Her mouth hung open and she breathed in deep, gasping breaths. In her excitement she had slipped lower on the couch and now her pussy was almost rubbing against Beth's forehead where she lay against the cushion. Beth must have sensed something at the same time because she raised her head slightly and looked straight into my wife's soaked crevice. I almost shot my load as Beth lifted her head further and I watched as her tongue reached out. It was as if the world has slowed down. I could see Beth's tongue, wet with her saliva, move toward my wife's dripping pussy; I could feel Beth's tight ass gripping my cock as I rode her. I will never forget that image of Beth's pink tongue gliding toward my wife's pink slit, dripping with her juices.

Then Sarah cried out as Beth made contact. Suddenly the world speeded up. Beth's face was buried in my wife's cunt. Sarah gasped again. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. Then she began to breathe faster and I could tell she was approaching orgasm. She gripped the edge of the couch with one hand so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her other hand massaged her breasts, pulling and tugging on her thick, pink nipples. Suddenly she cried out again and grabbed Beth's head with both hands, pushing her face into her streaming cunt. She was cumming.

The feel of Beth's tight ass around my cock as I pushed in and out, and the sight of my wife cumming, sweat dripping between her heaving breasts and her best friend nestled between her thighs was too much for me. I lost control.

Beth gasped as my hot cum exploded into her ass. I had never cum so much in my life. I shot and shot. Chills ran up my body and I felt goose bumps sprout along my skin. My whole body shook.

With one last thrust into her ass, I regretfully extracted my spent cock. Beth sighed from her place between Sarah's thighs. She smiled at me. "Thanks," she said. "I think I'm feeling better now."



My Wife's Best Friend



“You’d love to have another cock, while I watched. Wouldn’t you?” I pumped my throbbing seven inches into Angie, my wife. 

“Yes….oh yes!” She lay on her back, her petite 36C breasts heaving and nipples hard as pebbles. “Oh gawd yes!”

“I would watch him slam his cock into you, like this!” Her thighs were spread on each side of my hips; my hands cupped the cheeks of her ass as I buried my length deep into her. 

“YES-S-S-S-S……” She wailed as I watched my cock, slick with her juices, plunged in and out of her. Two of her fingers worked feverishly on her blood-engorged clit. My cock at almost five inches around split her open so the entire slit was exposed. The nicely trimmed thick mat of her dark brown pubic hair surrounded my shaft. “Jon…oh fuck Jon!! I’m going to…to…ahhhhHHHHHCUMM-M-M-M-M!!!”

I pushed deep into her spasming cunt and held her tight. I could feel the muscles grip my cock methodically as her orgasm overcame her. Her fingers were now a blur as they rubbed and stroked her clit. Angie pushed down against my cock; her eyes squeezed shut as her entire body tightened. She had had two small orgasms since we began this fantasy and I wanted this one to completely satisfy her, and I knew just how to get her there. “You’d love to feel Jack’s big…thick…hard…black cock stuffing your tight pussy. His first loads of cum exploded deep inside you! Then have him pull out so you could watch him finish shooting his thick white cum out of his black cock all over your belly and titties!  Wouldn’t you!” I reached down beside me on the bed.

“YES! YES! OHHHHHHFUCKKKKKKYESSSSSS!!!!!!…….” She screamed as she reached another peak in her climax. “NOOOOO…..PLEASEEEE…YES-S-S-S…”

I pulled my cock out of her and picked up the big black dildo beside me. It was solid latex, detailed right down to the veins and knob around the head. At twelve inches long and eight inches around I held it in my fist and pressed it against her swollen pussy lips and pushed into her until my hand was pressed tight against her sex.  “You would want to suck it too….Wouldn’t you!!” Her body began to relax.

“Yes…you know I would….” She whispered breathlessly. “oh damn….agrhhm-m-m-m…” I slowly pulled the fake cock from her soaked pussy and brushed the tip along her lips. She took it greedily into her mouth and taking the end of it began sucking and licking her own juices from it. 

I sat back on my haunches and enjoyed the vision before me. For being fifty and having had three children her body still always excited me. Sure there was the widening of the hips a few stretch marks on her lower belly and her breasts had lost some of their firmness.  She thought she wasn’t sexy anymore, but I had to disagree with her; besides I hadn’t failed to notice when we were out somewhere or at the beach how other guys, young and old alike, would watch her pass by.  I absentmindedly stroked my hardness as I looked at her nakedness.

Rolling over up onto her knees, Angie positioned the black dildo between her legs and lowered herself down onto it.  I watched all but about four inches disappear into her. She smiled at me, “Mmmm…now it’s your turn….” Taking my cock at the crown she wrapped her thumb and index finger firmly around it and slid them down until she gripped the base tightly and cupped my balls with her remaining fingers.  “Oh you are so hard….you would really like to watch, wouldn’t you lover?”

“Hell yes!…ahhh…damn sweetheart!” She had taken her other hand and begun jacking me off.  Her breasts swayed with the motion and her hips moved lazily up and down the length of the fake cock buried in her hair covered slit. As she toyed with my balls her middle finger teased my tight back hole. “Oh yes…do me …that feels…good…” My cock throbbed as she pushed her finger into me. 

She smiled wickedly, “Remember the first time you got fucked?”  I nodded thinking back thirty years. We had been married for only a few years and had been having some games with another young couple. John and Teresa were great friends and from time to time we would swap and watch each other. “John was out of town one weekend and you had me spread eagle on the bed with your cock filling me…..Teresa had just gotten off my face…remember….” Her fist held me so lightly I could barely feel her stroke, and it was driving me crazy.

“Yes…oh yes…” How could I forget! Teresa had straddled Angie’s face and lowered her blonde covered pussy down onto her waiting lips. It had amazed me, Teresa was a true blonde and as she had spread her legs I had seen the pinkness of her outer lips contrasting sharply with the blonde hair of her pussy. She had been fingering herself as she watched me slamming into Angie so when she had straddled Angie’s face it wasn’t but a couple flicks of Angie’s tongue and Teresa had climaxed. “Ohhhhfuckkkkk….”  She continued to tease my shaft and asshole.

“I thought the best part was after she came in my mouth, she moved behind you and slid those huge 40 double D’s up and down your back.” She pulled her finger from me and releasing my cock picked up the small dildo beside her. It was only about four inches long and maybe an inch around, she rubbed it around the fake cock still in her pussy and I could see her juices glistening on it. “Then she surprised the hell out of you…..” I felt the tip nudge my hole then slip easily into me. She held it with the finger that had been toying with me.  She slowly fucked me as she returned to jacking my cock off. “She began fucking you while you did me……her breasts and hard nipples rubbed up and down your back. 

“Yes…yes!!!…I remember!!!” My balls were full and I couldn’t hold back the eruption that was building. Angie’s fist held me tighter and tighter as she pumped faster. The plug in my ass moved faster. 

“You were fucking me so hard and screaming while she did you……then when you started cumming she reached around and grabbed the base of your cock……”

“AhhhhhhHHHHHGAWDDDDAMNNNFUCKKKKKK……”  She pushed the little cock deep into me and squeezed my spasming cock as the first hot load splashed over her breasts.

“….and she pulled you out and jacked you off onto my tits and belly…” Her hand didn’t stop and load after load landed on her. “She kept pumping and fucking you until you were empty……”

“Ahhhdamnnnhoneyyyyy….” I was empty and fell over onto my side. The little dildo slipped from my ass and she released my deflating cock. Angie lay down next to me, “relax for a minute…you came so hard.”

I lay next to her, my fingers wandering over her cum covered belly and tits.  I could hear her breathing softly and knew she was drifting off to sleep.  I spoke quietly, “You would like to have a real black cock fucking you, wouldn’t you?”

“mmmmyesss…” she smiled as she drifted off to sleep, “….you’d like to see it too…”

I smiled to myself thinking how great this weekend getaway to the motel was going to be. As I got up off the bed I glanced down at Angie lying naked, the black latex cock protruding lewdly from her sopping wet pussy.  I turned off the video camera that was set up on the tripod next to the bed.  Nodding to myself I had to agree ‘this was going to be a great weekend……..’




My Wife's Best Friend



Connie had always been an anomaly as my wife's best friend. She usually seemed very cheerful but was actually an introvert, whereas my wife was upbeat and outgoing. Connie was sexually active at 15, but suffered emotional problems after being sexually assaulted by her cousin. She had never married and had only scattered male relationships throughout her adult life. Connie's last affair was with a married man and ended fifteen years ago. After an abusive high-school love affair and the later death of her father, Connie became the "family matriarch" for her mother and brother. My wife, Debra, on the other hand, recovered from a bad marriage to her high-school sweetheart and married me. They seemed to be emotional opposites and yet had been best friends for 45 years.

For me, Connie was a sometimes fantasy. She was modestly attractive in a "girl-next-door" ordinary sort of way; was very self sufficient and emotionally well-armored, and was a nice and nurturing kind of person, but not exactly sexy. What fueled the sometime fantasy was that she was ethically unavailable, shunned all male romantic possibilities, and seemed to treat me very cooly. 'Forbidden Fruit'? What could be more subconsciously attractive to the average male libido? When she visited us she clearly was uninterested in my presence, was polite but pleasantly ignored me, and made me feel that she resented my being there. Connie's relationship was with Debra.

Anyway, I saw so little of Connie during the twenty-five years Debra and I had been married before I retired that the fantasy was only a sometime fleeting thing. When she and Debra got together they either met somewhere to do something or Debra visited Connie at her home. Connie rarely visited our home.

Finally, because of her personal circumstances (which in later years included a terrible sister), Connie became almost obese and drifted out of my fantasies. I secretly felt sad. Connie could have made someone a terrific wife/companion. But, romantically, she divorced the world. Then, when in her late forties after she had devoted her "best years" to being the significant parent not only to her brother but also to her mother, her mother died and her brother's wife became abusive of her brother and their children.

For the past six or eight years since her mother died Connie had shown what appeared to me to be two symptoms of a manic depressive. She talked almost non-stop, rarely inviting dialogue; and from her descriptions, was what might be called an "ideal employee" - working diligently, non-stop, and doing enough work for two people. At home she always had a project going and found it difficult to relax and do nothing. For some reason these symptoms never interfered with my fantasy - then again, what the heck, it was my fantasy!

When I retired, Debra and I moved to Florida. We loved it. Soon Connie was losing weight and talking about moving to Florida. She thought she could get a transfer to one of her company's Florida facilities. I would have bet the farm that she was dreaming. But her disappointment, discomfort, and anger with the situation with her brother and his wife were a stronger motivation than I had guessed.

Lo and behold! Connie came to Florida. Since we had last seen her, she had lost most of her excess weight. For a 55 year-old she was no Barbara Eden but, on first impression, she looked pretty good - a little wide in the hips, a modestly round tummy, a reasonable waist, and perhaps B-cup "mature" breasts - on a scale of one to ten she was no better than "so so". But selected assets were attractive and - she was a long-time fantasy.

We saw Connie almost weekly for the first month she was down. Sometimes she would weekend at our place. On a couple of those weekends we all relaxed in the spa late in the evening. I was amazed at Connie's figure in her bathing suit. Her breasts were a little more generous than they had been most of her life - not voluptuous, but softly attractive. I was reminded of how comparatively long Connie's legs were. And her weight loss had redefined a reasonable waist which added definition to quite generous hips. The legs were well shaped with good calves and ankles. Her thighs were full but well formed, "comfortable" with just a little cellulite. She hadn't become "skinny" - so she still had the prominent, feminine tummy and a typical middle age derriere. She wasn't svelte but, all-in-all, Connie looked good, she was attractive ... again ... and softly comfortable with those generous hips and thighs.

Connie had managed to change her life quite a bit - pretty adventurous. She had gone on a very regimented diet program to shed 60 pounds; and then sold the house she had lived in most of her life, took leave from her job with only slender prospects for getting the transfer (that finally materialized), and moved to Florida. A recent innovation was very surprising to me - "Hellos" and "Goodbyes" were now accompanied by friendly hugs and kisses. I couldn't help but wonder what in her view of me had changed that made me "OK" for a hello/goodbye hug and kiss.

When we bought a new computer I suggested we give her our old one. She was appreciative and obviously happy - but in her subdued way. A week later she sent a thank you note written on her "new" computer which made it clear she was enjoying it.

A couple of weeks after Connie had setup her computer I found two manuals we should have given her. Debra called and told her we'd get them to her as soon as we could or Connie could get them on her next visit. (Now that she had settled into her job and re-established a relationship with a nearby uncle, she didn't visit us as often.)

I had an errand in Connie's neck-of-the-woods a week later and Debra called to see if it was convenient for us to drop the manuals off. At the last minute Debra was asked to play tennis so I went on alone. Connie was surprised when I arrived without Debra but, even without the "safety" of Debra's presence, gave me a genuine hug and kiss greeting (amazing); very sisterly, but none the less, warm and pleasant. I told her about my errand and made motions for leaving. 

Her hand was still lightly on my arm. "Why don't you stay for some tea? I made some shortbread cookies last night." She genuinely seemed to want me to have tea with her.

I probably seemed hesitant because I was a little uncomfortable. To my recollection, this was the first time in the 30+ years I'd known Connie that we were on the verge of spending one-on-one time alone together - she had seemed in recent months to like to talk with me on the phone when calling Debra - but this "in-person" situation was different. "Well, ... OK ... sure. That sounds nice - I'd like some tea." I followed her into her trailer home. It smelled good. I caught the odor of baking muffins. "Mmmm, smells good in here."

"If you'd rather have bran muffins they're just out of the oven."

"I guess I'll go for a muffin." The baking of all the goodies puzzled me. "Boy! Lots of baking."

"I won't eat much of this. It was too hard to lose the pounds. It's just my turn to bring munchies to work Monday."

"Ah! That answers the question."

Shortly we were sitting in her living room with our tea. She sat in a chair and I sat on the sofa. As might be expected, our conversation was light and superficial. Her appearance wasn't fueling my fantasy - she was wearing her trademark tailored blouse with slacks and sport shoes - sort of Florida matronly. After a reasonable time I began to feel like I should be leaving and probably telegraphed the feeling in some way - perhaps body language. She promptly introduced a new subject into the conversation. Unusual - I thought she'd welcome my departure.

The new subject was her recent Mall visit and a new dress she'd bought on sale at one of the better stores. She wasn't sure if the skirt was too short. I told her that a dress from that particular store wasn't likely be inappropriately short, and besides, with her attractive legs, she'd look terrific anyway. She got a little flustered at that last remark.

I hadn't intended to make her uncomfortable and said, "Please don't let me embarrass you. Perhaps I shouldn't have said that."

"It's all right. I'm not embarrassed - just a little surprised."

I replied, "You shouldn't be - since you've trimmed down, your legs are looking terrific." Then I tried to recover with levity, "Why not bring the dress out and hold it up to you. I'll give you my expert opinion on length."

Connie surprised me with, "OK", and left the room. When she returned she was wearing a pair of medium heeled business pumps and the new dress - with tags still attached. "I thought putting it on would be better than just holding it up. Well, how about it, Mr. Expert?"

"Wow!" I took a breath. "Very attractive!" The hemline came two or three inches above her knees. I was confident Connie hadn't worn a dress that short since highschool. She had aroused my dormant fantasy. She wasn't wearing her usual inexpensive pantyhose either (it was pretty humid and warm) and her bare legs were appealing in the pumps. "You're going to fetch some admiring looks in that dress."

"What you're telling me is that the dress is too short." Spoken with humor, but I could see that she was quite serious.

"Uh uh, that's not what I'm telling you. If it were an inch or two shorter you'd rate a greater "Wow!" from the male populace, but the prudes still wouldn't raise an eyebrow. What I am telling you is that this dress isn't the least bit matronly. It's very smart and sharp and sophisticated ... and attractive."

"Do I sometimes look matronly?!"

"Uhmm, well, ... not exactly, uh ... maybe some of the clothes you wear." Oh oh! Trouble?

"You couldn't be any more candid could you?"

"Not and finish this muffin in peace."

"You're right about that!" Thank heavens for her sense of humor.

"You look absolutely terrific!"

"Thanks. You can have another muffin." She was relaxing. "So, should I keep the dress?"

"Definitely."

"Should I try to lengthen it a little?"

"Only if you have to - to be comfortable. This length adds an element of updated smartness to your aura. I recommend you not change a thing. Hopefully, there won't be enough material in the hem to lengthen it anyway."

"Hmmm. Well, maybe I'll keep it." She fussed with the hem and sleeve openings. "Matronly?"

"Not now! And, by the way, you really do have nice legs."

"You lecher." She relaxed and sat down ... crossing her recently admired legs with an obvious touch of ceremony. "Would you like a little more tea?"

"Just a little."

She got up and came over to the couch to fill my teacup. When she sat down again she sat on the couch kind of sideways toward me rather than in the chair. "Do you really think my legs are ... attractive?" I think she was warming up to the idea that she still just might have some 'come-hither' qualities.

"Very." She crossed her legs slowly and leaned back to relax. She was beginning to unconsciously pose and was also beginning to get to me. When sitting in the short dress she was showing a lot of leg and more than half her thigh up the side. For Connie, this was a little adventurous.

Staring almost suggestively at her legs I became a little theatrical with the further emphasis, "Very!"

With mildly sarcastic humor, "You're being fresh ... but sweet. You should visit more often." She took a sip of tea and tried to tug the skirt down with no success. I took a longer look at her thigh and noted that it elicited urges to feel, caress and cuddle with it - I like nicely shaped and generous thighs and Connie's were pretty well shaped and very generous - even after her weight loss. Without pantyhose the bare skin elicited increased urges and I momentarily fantasized about the soft warmth of Connie's inner thighs near her 'love center'.

Snapping out of my fantasy but still enjoying the view of her bare-skinned thigh, I returned the humor, "Mmmm, that's a tempting thought, but be careful! I may be old but I'm not dead." Both of our jests probably disguised suggestive truths. Mine may have been a bit too suggestive because of my obvious ogling, but still good-humored.

When she tried to tug the skirt down again I knew she was conscious of the innuendo and the ogling. But she finished the exchange of humor with, "Promises, Promises."

When we both laughed it released the tension that was beginning to build but didn't dismiss the lingering aura of the suggestion. Each of us unconsciously sighed a little. It was an appropriate time to leave, "Well, best I be getting on. Thank you for the very lovely fashion show. I like your new dress and your new look. And maybe a sparky, sleeveless sun dress in that length - or an inch or two shorter - would be cool and comfortable this summer - and also fetching. Good for work and good for play." 

"Hhmmm, my very own fashion consultant. I think I'd better get used to this dress first." The eyebrow raised again.

We began to move. The uncrossing of her legs seemed "thoughtful" - as though she were now more acutely aware of them, and for the first time, was enjoying their obvious effect on me. While she uncrossed I watched. She stroked the top leg from thigh to knee and back and watched me watch. It was enticing. I suspected she might be teasing herself as well as me and, given her lifelong attitude toward men, she likely was toying with me - kind of a control thing. I, of course, was flirting.

We moved toward the door and I thanked Connie for the tea and muffin. She didn't come outside but moved to engage in the hug and kiss ritual inside. I tried to make it "brotherly" even though I was feeling something a little more complicated. Connie made it more difficult when she didn't pucker for her sisterly kiss, made it softer than usual, didn't end it with the customary "smack" sound, and didn't accompany it with the obligatory patting of a hand on the back. I surprised myself by unpuckering and actively participating. I think we each suddenly realized something unplanned was going on because we withdrew a little abruptly with surprised looks in our eyes.

We hadn't quite moved apart yet when I made the standard parting invitation but, with our eyes on one another and my voice softly intimate, it may have sounded unusually sincere, "I'm glad I stopped by. I hope you'll be coming to visit soon ... maybe you can stay over a weekend or something."

Her voice also was intimate, "I should, I haven't been over in a while, have I? Thanks for bringing the manuals. Drive carefully." She hadn't let go of my arm and she tugged a little to pull us back together for another little kiss saying, "And thanks for the ego boost." The kiss was even softer but she was careful not to let it linger. "You were a good sport about the dress thing, I'm glad you came."

I kissed her cheek, "I'm glad I came too - and you do look great." She meaningfully squeezed my shoulder. I sent her an air kiss, turned and left.

My visit with Connie filled my thoughts during the rest of the afternoon. I finished my errand and drove home - thinking of the unusual time with her and trying to figure out what my motives were. We seemed to have parted with a much different attitude toward one another. Had anything really serious taken place? If so, was she serious? Or just teasing herself - at my expense. Was I serious? One thing was certain - I had been somewhat titillated.

Debra and I were very happy together - except! The "except" was that I couldn't get sexually excited or desirous with her anymore. I had a lot of guilt about this because I loved Debra deeply. She was my "Sunshine". And she really needed the closeness of sexual contact. 

On the other hand, I really wasn't dead! My 'equipment' responded normally to auto-inducement accompanied by fantasy - and had begun to respond to the unusual interchange of feelings and looks during Connie's and my good-bye.

Finally I dismissed the thoughts as best I could. Events will unfold - or they won't. I wasn't going to make anything happen. The chips will fall. After all, Connie was the lid on this can of worms - so to speak. I had no control over her, and it appeared I had questionable control over myself. Wait and see.

Within a week Connie called Debra to say she'd like to visit over the following weekend. Of course, that was fine with us. It was getting close to "Garden Club Flower Show time" though, and Debra had a luncheon meeting that Saturday. Connie said she'd come Friday afternoon - no problem.

Connie arrived. We all had supper together Friday night and breakfast Saturday morning. When Debra left for her meeting, Connie and I were left alone for a couple of hours. She brightly suggested we freshen up in the Jacuzzi. She had been sporting some fairly short shorts and a blouse all morning. I had long since succumbed to her legs. In the shorts and cute half-heel mules she was wearing they looked long and lovely; and then there were those generous thighs, yumm.

I got the Jacuzzi heating and changed into my swim trunks. Connie changed into a tank suit that was a little saucier than anything I had seen her wear before. It wasn't racey, but it came high on her hips in a modified French cut and somewhat low in the bodice - she actually showed a little of the area between her breasts. Her fullness there was modest but the bit of soft roundness that was visible was appealing, and there were those legs! And hips! Her hips and thighs were magnificent in the high cut.

I had no idea where this was going. I don't think Connie did either, but it seemed she was intent on experimenting. We got into the Jacuzzi and relaxed a little. We continued the light conversation from breakfast. At some point I described the sore muscles I had from yard work the day before. Soon Connie had me backed up to her while she rubbed and massaged the aches. She was complaining of similar aches from moving stuff around her place. Her hands felt good. "I think I'll be able to do better if you're closer. Why don't you sit on the ledge - between my legs?" There was just enough room for me and it felt cozy snuggling back against her. Soon her thighs were hugging me to hold me firmly against her massage pressure. I sensed their pleasant softness against my hips.

I encouraged with, "This feels terrific, but I'm having trouble not floating away when you push hard into my back and shoulders."

"I'm trying to hold you still between my legs."

"That's helping ... a little."

"Why don't you hold on to my legs - see if that works." She continued to knead and I grasped each of her legs at mid-thigh. There was the expected 55-year-old softness, but there was fairly good tone and firmness beneath. She felt good. I remembered my first glimpse of these outer thighs in the new dress. I innocently grasped here and there and stroked up and down a couple of times.

"This is better. Mmmm, you have magic hands. That feels so good." I was enjoying her massage and I was enjoying her thighs - I continued to feel and stroke them "innocently" while I steadied myself.

"Are you feeling all my fat?"

"Of course not! Anyway, your thighs are attractive - they're not too fat." Oh, my! I wondered what she was really thinking. There was little doubt about what I was thinking.

"Thanks. But you're just saying that to be nice."

"Not a chance. And, if you must know, they feel sexy."

"You really are a lecher! If we were teenagers I'd think you were trying to sneak a feel." She playfully squeezed a muscle a little harder. I playfully but suggestively stroked up and down. She didn't stop me but instead hugged me playfully in her thighs and said kind of cutely, "You're so bad!" I continued to enjoy stroking the softness I found so attractive, and Connie continued not to discourage me.

I hated to abandon this tantalizing position, but I was beginning to show a "sign of enjoyment". Besides, I thought I should offer to perform equivalent service. After all she had complained of similar aches and pains. "OK, that feels great, but reluctantly, I'll stop being a lecher now. Besides, it's your turn. I'll see if I can do for your aches and pains what you've done for mine."




My Wife's Best Friend



"You don't have to."

"I know, but I'd like to. You deserve a little pampering too."

"You're sweet - then change places with me." I took one more caressing stroke, roguishly testing her soft inner thighs all the way to her groin, just as she opened them to free me from her hugging legs. In a soft, kind of flirting voice she playfully scolded, "Mark! You devil! You just copped a feel, didn't you?"

"Noooooo." But I reaffirmed, "But you do have sexy thighs."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. But thanks." We switched places and she backed onto the ledge between my legs and snuggled. "Get your legs around me ... that's good. Now I'll hold on like you did." When she was almost settled she snuggled back a little more - I wasn't sure why - probably just unconscious reflex, but she was nudging my "sign of enjoyment".

"I'm afraid my legs hugging around you won't feel as sexy to you as yours did to me."

"Mark!" She slapped my leg. "Besides, I'll be the judge of that!" She put her hands around my legs and hugged them to her hips. I began her massage; down her back, her neck, across her shoulders and down her upper arms. She seemed to be enjoying it, "Oh, God! That feels so good. Your hands are doing just the right things. Mmmmm." She snuggled back some more and I became aware that I had grown quite firm. I wondered if she could feel it against her lower spine. She snuggled again - more slowly and I became suspicious. She also began stroking my thighs - much as I had hers. Then she surprised me with a flirtatious. "And you were wrong about your legs - I think they feel pretty sexy."

"Now you're a devil." I changed the subject with, "Your shoulders and arms and back feel well-toned. Do you do exercises?"

"Just a little. Uhmmm, that's feeling sooo gooood." She snuggled back some more and I opened my legs for a moment so she could get a even closer. When she was pressed fully against my perky penis I hugged my legs around her again. She regrasped my thighs and stroked a little more. "Mmmmm, now you've got me." She wiggled her bottom cutely. "Your legs feel so hard ... and strong."

"You feel soft and feminine." It felt wonderful to have her soft bum cheeks snuggling against my excited penis and groin. For a moment I grasped her hips near her groin and helped her snuggle closer. She wiggled slowly again when I slid my hands over her round, soft tummy to hug her to me. In an impetuous moment I kissed her shoulder. She didn't seem to object to the kiss or the adventurous hands on her tummy, but rather tilted her head back to brush her cheek against mine.

She questioned softly, "Maarrk. Are you feeling me up again?" There were a couple more suspicious wiggles.

"Wellll, just a little. You do feel awfully nice ..." My hands crept as low on her belly as I dared to hug her to me. Connie moaned quietly. Finally, I returned to her neck and shoulders and, while I stroked and rubbed, Connie continued to wiggle and snuggle. With my penis now stiff as a stick and becoming very excitable, I wisely invited an end to our massage hour with, "Well, how's that? Did I miss anything?"

"No, that was good." She turned her head a little sideways toward me and leaned her upper body back into me and said, "Mmmmm, your hands felt good." Her cheek came down and briefly brushed my hand still resting on her shoulder. "You're a much nicer guy than I used to think you were." The affection of the gesture surprised me and warmed me. 

"I always had a feeling you'd rather I weren't around."

"Well, yes, there was a time, but nothing stays the same."

We got out of the Jacuzzi and went inside to dry off and dress. I don't know if she noticed the prominent bulge in my swim trunks but, under the circumstance, I couldn't hide it. We came together in the kitchen and began making some lunch. A couple of times, when she reached around me for something, she put her hand on my shoulder or arm or hip - once she came pretty close to my buns. It felt pleasant, warmly familiar - further signs of affection? I took the same liberty a couple of times. Once, when my hand was on her hip, she covered it with her hand and held it there while her head turned half toward me. For the second time this morning I kissed her cheek and she leaned into it, smiling softly. She pushed her bum back into me and seemed to wiggle it against my still bulging penis. It was an intimate moment. I think we both were admitting to the growing affection - and with that gesture we definitely were hinting at warmer thoughts. I felt quite sure she had been teasing my erection.

Our one-on-one time together ended when Debra came home shortly after lunch. Except for a look or smile between us now and then, nothing else transpired that weekend and Connie went home mid-afternoon Sunday.

When she left that Sunday I didn't expect to see her again for at least a month. The excitement between my legs wanted to see her sooner - for more teasing, I suppose. But if Connie were feeling the same urges I was feeling, my intellect told me it would be better if we stayed apart indefinitely.

No such luck. Within a few days Debra and Connie were on the phone again agreeing that I should come down to Connie's place the following Saturday and help her pick up and assemble a storage cabinet from Home Depot. No problem - Debra would be with me and there would be no danger.

Friday night Debra was on the phone for over an hour with her fellow Flower Show committee members. When she got off she announced that they had much to do in the next few days and that she had promised to spend several hours working with her cohorts on Saturday. She didn't want to disrupt Connie's plans and asked if I minded going to Connie's without her. Boy! Talk about mixed emotions! Of course, I said I didn't mind at all, but I really felt strongly apprehensive - and enticingly excited. It took a while for me to get to sleep Friday night.

Debra called Connie first thing Saturday and explained her situation. From what Debra was saying at our end of the conversation it sounded like Connie was disappointed but appreciated my offer to come help her anyway. So I packed up a few tools and kissed my Sunshine goodby. On the drive over I thought about Connie's request for help. Single and living alone for a lifetime she had become adept at all kinds of household repairs. This ready-to-assemble cabinet should be a piece of cake for her. Hmm.

I got to Connie's mid-morning. She greeted me holding the door open and as I entered, "Hi, Mark. You're such a good sport for coming over to help me!" When I was inside and the door was closed she gave me a very warm cheek-to-cheek hug followed by one of her soft but short kisses. I returned the kiss, hugged her back, and finished with a kiss on her cheek. Without stepping away she went on with, "Have you had breakfast?" Our arms and hands were still loosely holding one another.

"My usual blender breakfast."

"How 'bout some tea and a bagel?" She remained quite close.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Sure"

"Then I'll just have the tea." We still hadn't quite parted - she was holding my elbow and I was lightly holding her arm. Thoughts flashed in my mind of our affectionate touching while in the kitchen making lunch after our Jacuzzi-massage episode. We were looking questioningly at each other as though each was thinking, 'Do you have this feeling too?'. The pheromones must have been wafting about.

Up to now our hugs had been typical 'upper-body-only' with our tummies and groins carefully held apart. Now, before parting and moving out of the hallway, we spontaneously came together for another 'Hello' kiss. It lasted a bit longer than the others, we were holding each other close again. Our tummies slowly came together and each of us slid a hugging arm down from a 'friendly' shoulder to a more 'romantic' waist. Oh, oh! This clearly had nothing to do with saying 'Hello'. My growing man-thing began to prod Connie's tummy. As the kiss ended she murmured, "Oh, my."

I responded with an admission of similar disbelief, "Um hmm." Perhaps to confirm these apparent feelings, we surprisingly and hesitatingly hugged snugly again and kissed - still softly but for yet a little longer. The prods became firmer. While we were still hugging and while our lips were still close, I said very quietly, "I've felt like I wanted to kiss you ... like that ... for the longest time." After I'd said it I was afraid I'd been too forward, "I shouldn't have said that."

Her tummy pressed back at my prodding and Connie surprised me with, "It's alright. ... I've felt that way too, ... for a long time." Our hugging began to relax when she added, "I suppose we'd better ... be careful."

I agreed, "Mm hmm." We parted then and tried to act as though nothing really serious were happening. But something exciting and disconcerting was happening because my 'you-know-what' was nearly fully erect and was feeling very good cuddling into Connie's tummy. After we had parted Connie looked down at my bulging shorts and then up at my eyes. She acknowledged what she had seen with a raised eyebrow and a momentary squeeze of my hand.

Connie brought the teapot out to the living room with the cups and we both sat on the sofa. I took note that she hadn't started out sitting in the chair, and hadn't sat against the end of the sofa but rather toward the center near me. When she was settled I remarked about her preference for tea. We discussed that lightly for a few minutes. Then I remarked about how great she looked, "You look terrific. Your new job must agree with you." Her complexion was clear and more fresh than I remembered - not so sallow and powdery with pancake and makeup. There was zest in her movements. And she looked very fetching in sandals, short shorts and a crisp, white, sleeveless blouse.

I had never before seen her in such short shorts. Her legs looked very inviting - very long. They were crossed and the knees were nicely sculpted and her generous thighs looked pleasantly rounded and soft and comfortable. Her very light tan faded as it rose toward her hips and inner thighs until the skin on her hips and near her crotch was white. I remembered how those thighs had felt in the Jacuzzi. They tapered out to be invitingly full as they flowed into hip. The skin on her upper thighs was clear and fairly smooth with tiny purple veins showing here and there and just a bit of cellulite. They were so inviting they made me want to feel them and hug them to my groin. Memories of the Jacuzzi snuggle resurfaced in my thoughts. I think she sensed that I was looking overlong. She knew me pretty well and perhaps expected it. I toyed with the possibility that she had worn the short shorts on purpose.

Her reply brought me out of my admiring contemplation, "Maybe it's the job. I really like it. Maybe you helped!"

"What?"

"Well, you loosened me up a little. You remember the dress thing when you were here the last time? Well, I thought about that a lot and decided I was a little too conservative in my view - and maybe a little short on ... self image." She uncrossed her legs, leaned over toward me bracing her hand on my leg, kissed my cheek and said, "Thanks." It seemed like an affectionate gesture, and her hand on my leg felt very intimate.

I quietly said, "You're welcome," and, before taking time to think about it, touched her cheek with my fingertips to guide her mouth to mine for a kiss. I felt very adventurous but she didn't resist! Both our eyes were open - looking at each other - we were a little startled because we each sensed that the 'feeling' was becoming stronger and more difficult to resist. The changes had started with the obvious flirtations in the Jacuzzi and had grown more intense this morning with our kissing and tummy-prodding at the door - and now they were continuing. Our eyes no longer were questioning but were admitting increasingly warm feelings. This wasn't a 'Hello' kiss, nor was it a 'Thank You' kiss.

Connie's voice was a soft whisper, "Mark ...?"

"I ... I'm having these feelings." I found her lips again and let the tip of my tongue tease. It was a comfortable reflex, almost a subconscious thing. We didn't part quickly. "Your image ... is very attractive."

Her voice was a little thready, "Thank you. But ... I can't believe ...... ."

"... What's happening ...?" Lips still brushing.

"... Yes ..." Soft touch of lips.

"Me either ... but ..." Another touch. Firmness in that tell-tale place was beginning to crowd my undershorts.

"... The feelings?"

"Mm hmm."

"Me too." Our lips came fully together, mouths softly open and tongues lightly touching. Connie had confirmed that, whatever these feelings were, they were mutual.

Finally we each slowly sat back, reached for our cups, and sipped our tea. I needed a moment to digest this latest exchange so I retreated to a neutral subject, "Have you worn the new dress to work?"

Connie also took a moment to recover - then, "Yes, and you were right. I got lots of compliments. I think some people may have treated me differently - I mean sort of better - and no one disliked the dress."

"Good. I hoped I hadn't misled you." We both were trying to act as though nothing were happening - but the attraction was strong. Our body chemistries were very busy. We were talking about one thing and thinking about something quite different.

"You didn't mislead me. In fact, I took your cue and bought a pattern for a sun dress for this summer. It's basted together." She took another thoughtful sip of tea, "Uhhmm ... maybe ... later ... you can help me pin the hem. You're such an expert on hems!" Connie was an expert seamstress and made many of her own clothes. I couldn't imagine that, after all these years, she'd need help pinning a hem. Maybe she just wanted a little encouragement to make it shorter than her "usual" - but, could she be thinking of it as a venue for further flirting?

"I'd like to." It sounded like an invitation to a very pleasant assignment. She clearly had subverted the "neutral" subject.

"Really? I didn't think you'd want to do a girl thing." She was being flirtatiously cute. She touched my arm.

My reply was equally flirtatious, "It sounds very ... pleasant. I'll get to see how you look in the dress,... maybe I'll be able to get you to shorten the skirt outrageously,... and best of all, I'll be able to ogle your legs without having to be sneaky about it." I felt a strong urge to kiss her again.

"You're terrible!" She playfully nudged my knee. Her eyes were warm and her smile looked like she was enjoying a feeling she hadn't had in a long time. "Do you really sneak looks at girls' legs." Her hand was smoothing up and down the side of her leg from knee to hip. In the short shorts there was a lot of leg to smooth. I didn't know whether the stroking was unconscious or meant to entice.

"Regularly and hopelessly."

"I know, I really didn't need to ask." She chuckled and our eyes met for a long connection and we each took a sip of tea - still holding the connection. "You've been looking at mine a lot this morning. Do they look ... alright?" She stroked once more. 

"Am I that obvious?" Our voices were lowering - becoming more intimate. I succumbed to the urge and leaned forward to kiss her. Her hand caressed my cheek. She didn't try to avoid me - rather she leaned into me. Her welcoming lips parted softly.

"Mm hmm." She hummed into our merging mouths.

With lips just barely touching I breathily went on, "Your legs are attractive. Long, shapely, beautiful thighs. ... I really love your thighs, and they're irresistible in these shorts. I can't help but enjoy. I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable." A soft kiss.

"Mm mmm. Do you think they're too short?"

"The shorts?"

"Mm hmm."

"You know my answer to that." I kissed her long and softly. We didn't move apart. We seemed to want to be touching. Our hands now seemed more comfortable if they were moving to stroke or caress or hold the other's hand or coax lips back together.

"Of course. Dumb question." She paused for a moment as though enjoying the afterglow of the kisses and then went on very intimately, "Do you think my hips and thighs are too ... you know ...'healthy' for short shorts?" She leaned away to look down at her own exposed thigh and stroke it again. She was enjoying posing and teasing and the feeling of her own physical sensuality.

My voice too was intimate and my hand moved to her thigh, "Mm mmmmm. I keep looking at them because I'm very attracted to them. ... They're wonderfully feminine ... and sexy." I stroked and caressed the object of my observation. She moved her hand out of the way to accommodate my stroking. "I'm remembering how they felt ... when you were hugging me with them in the Jacuzzi, and how attractive they looked in that bathing suit." Then I ventured, "I shouldn't tell you but, your thighs ... no."

She leaned very close again with her hand approvingly stroking my hand on her thigh and softly flirted, "Whhaaat?" I was now quite certain she had worn the short shorts with flirting in mind - maybe subconsciously, but in mind none the less. "Telll meee." Her lips brushed my cheek.

My hand stroked her hip and thigh and I whispered in her ear, "I ... well ... your thighs have always really ... turned me on."

Her response was sweetly cute, "Maaarrrk." Then, after a kiss on my cheek her voice too was very soft, "You're so bad ... ." She uncrossed her legs again to loosely put her arms around me. "Did they turn you on when we were in the Jacuzzi?"

I brushed her lips with mine and confessed, "Mm hmm." The bulge in my shorts was growing. I welcomed her closeness with an arm holding her softly to me from behind and a hand stroking up her thigh to her hip to pull her closer. "They felt sexy ... hugging me and holding me between them."

We shared a sweet series of soft, little, moist kisses and she murmured on my lips, "We snuggled a little that day, didn't we?" Our lips came together with sensual candor and our tongues merged richly.

"Very pleasantly." My, My! She had felt the same about our Jacuzzi engagement as I had!

In a low, flirty voice, "I guess I'll have to be ... careful ... if my thighs turn you on." She snuggled cutely.

"I'll try to be a good boy." I lightly kissed a cheek.

Teasingly coy, "How will I know when you're ... turned on?"

"Just never you mind." We both were flirting outrageously. My urges were surging and I wondered if we should slow this down. Maybe I should redirect our attention. I brushed my lips on hers and ventured, "I suppose the first order of business is the cabinet." Admirable idea but not what I really wanted to do.

"Mmmm, I suppose ... ." Connie didn't sound anxious to end our adventure either. We partially disengaged to take a perfunctory sip of tea but didn't move apart and neither of us moved to get up. We each set our cup down and with a hand on her arm I coaxed us together again. She snuggled back easily and softly went on, "You're really sweet to help me with the cabinet." Our lips were coming together again.

I breathed, "My pleasure," and resumed stroking her knee and thigh and hip and brushing her cheek and lips with mine. Her head turned and her lips beckoned mine. The kiss was gentle and sensual. It lasted and lasted. It ended with thrilling merges and sucks of dancing tongues. Our obvious preference for kissing over the cabinet project left no doubt in either of us about our urges or desires. When our lips parted I said softly, "After we get the cabinet put together ... can we pin the hem?"

Our eyes were intimately locked as she whispered, "Yesss, I'd like you to help me ... with the length of the skirt," and her lips were on mine again and sucking on my tongue. She teased, "Maybe I'll find out if a short skirt ... turns you on as much as short shorts." The kissing went on. Pinning the hem was beginning to have a strongly sexual focus.




My Wife's Best Friend



My hand continued to stroke her leg and then caressed her inner thigh near her knee. It felt smooth and soft - very feminine. I caressed up the inner thigh slowly, softly, gently squeezing and feeling and stroking. Our lips continued their lush, soft merging. Our tongues danced in slow, sexual rapture. It was a very intimate moment. The expected rebuke about my hand caressing further and further up between her thighs never came.

I whispered suggestively, "I'll probably suggest a very ... short hem line." Her upper thigh was wonderfully smooth and soft. Her welcoming my hand's caressing journey thrilled me. My erection was crowding the front of my shorts.

She breathed on my lips, "Surprise, surprise." Connie's hand found my thigh as well when she broke our kisses long enough to whisper, "Mmmm, ... you're feeling me up ... just like in the Jacuzzi," and then her tongue was in my mouth again. She murmured on my lips, "Does my leg feel as nice now as it did then?" Her remark was warmly invitational and this kiss lasted and lasted and was rich and moist and our tongues blended. We were breathing through our noses and it became heavier and more rapid. Connie's eyes were closed and in my groin I now had become completely engorged until I was stiff as a poker.

Finally I breathlessly answered, "Much nicer ... your inner thigh is so soft and warm and feminine ... especially ... up here." Filled with desire I had daringly caressed higher and let my hand linger in the smooth softness where her upper thighs hugged together ... so close to her special place that I was touching the edge of her very short shorts. I was thrilled when she parted her thighs just slightly. She whimpered and sighed quietly when my caress inched deeper between her thighs and a bit higher, just under the edge of her shorts - dangerously near her panty-covered mons, daringly close to her urgent love center. I affectionately caressed the wonderfully warm softness.

"Nnnnhh, Mark." And her mouth surrounded my tongue for a momentary, lustful suck. Her thighs hugged my hand sweetly and then parted a little further to let me caress and feel. "I remember how your hands felt in the Jacuzzi ... smoothing up my hips ... and hugging my thighs closer around you." Her lips remained, her tongue danced with mine, the kiss was gentle, searching, voluptuous. She went on breathily, "And just before you got out from between my legs ... you stroked my leg where you're feeling me now. ... Then I knew you were thinking about something other than the massage."

"You remembered."

"Mmmmm ... yes." Soft little kisses.

In a low voice with lips barely touching I confessed, "I liked being between your legs ... and feeling your thighs hugging me close. I was getting turned on" My hand caressed her lovingly up under the edge of the shorts, and my fingers lightly stroked along the edge of her panty leg in the crease of her groin next to her Venus mound.

Her hand covered mine, holding it close for a moment, and then stroked up and down my arm, encouraging my caressing adventure. "Oh, Maarrk!" More little, soft kisses - then whispering, "You're being so bad." And then, with lips brushing, she returned to the Jacuzzi thought, "Secretly ... I liked having you ... between my legs."

Whispering on her lips, "Secretly, I've fantasized about ... being there again."

Soft brushing of lips and then, "So have I."

I could feel the lust surging through me and the sexual energy passing between us. When our lips had parted but were still very close. I whispered, "Your thighs are wonderfully soft ... and feminine." My hand began to caress back down toward her knee from the soft warmth of that thrilling, secluded place.

She squeezed my hand gently as it caressed kneeward and coaxed it back to the higher softness and down between her legs. In a breathy whisper she said, "Thank you," and squeezed our hands between her soft, upper thighs. She kissed me softly and then brought my hand to her lips for what seemed like an approving kiss and asked, "Are you a little ... turned on now?" She returned my hand to her thigh and urged it under the leg of her shorts near her groin.

Her encouragement of my caresses thrilled me and my penis was nearly throbbing. "Very! Are you?" She put her hand behind my neck and moaned her answer as she pulled our lips together. I put my arms around her and we snuggled closer, legs entwining. For several minutes we said nothing, lips avidly melding, necking breathlessly like teenagers whose libidos were running amok. Our hands roamed searchingly over backs, hips, derrieres, thighs - I squeezed the side of her breast momentarily. She moaned.

My erection was uncomfortably trapped in the leg of my shorts. My arms left her for a moment while I rearranged it to point up my groin. Connie asked cutely, "Do you have a ... problem?" In reply I playfully stuck my tongue out at her. She surprised me when her hand reached down between us and her fingers lightly stroked across the front of my shorts to discover just how 'serious' my problem was. She sighed, "Oh, Maarrk."

"I know ... being with you ... like this ... ." We parted slightly and my hand caressed down over the soft roundness of her lower tummy.

Breathless, "Oh God. ... Me too. We shouldn't be doing this." Her hand was pressing and stroking the surprise she had found.

Her hand felt good on me and I confessed, "Your touch feels so good. I haven't been ... like this ... in a long time." I stroked her touching hand to encourage her and she noticeably relaxed and became more intimate, squeezing my penis through my shorts and stroking gently up and down.

Connie quietly gasped, "Oh, Darling, you're so hard. It gives me ... sexy feelings ... to know I make you feel like this."

My hand caressed her tummy and she pushed my wrist to coax my hand down to her vulva. She urged it under the leg of her shorts and then pressed it so firmly into her love center that my finger pushed the fabric of her panty into the cleft between her outer labia. Then I knew that Connie was lusting enough to engorge and puff out her Venus Mound. "Oh, ... Connie. Warm and soft." She flexed her pelvis sensuously into our pressing hands to rub her pussy against my fingers. Our lips blended urgently, and then both of us retreated to gentle hugging - not quite knowing how to deal with the wonderful intimacies that had just occurred.

Connie abruptly ended the session as though afraid of how fast things seemed to be going. She sat up saying, "Let me have your cup." She kissed my cheek, took my cup and we both rose and went into the kitchen. I could hardly believe the body melding, luscious kisses, roaming hands - and Jacuzzi confessions. Feeling her thigh with soft caresses and stroking her vulva had been very thrilling - especially because she had encouraged it. No matter how I rearranged my shorts I couldn't hide the evidence of wonderful excitement.

I stopped behind her at the counter, remembering the touching we engaged in while making lunch after the Jacuzzi flirtation. When she had put the cups down I held her shoulders gently with my hands and leaned over her shoulder to kiss her cheek, "You look terrific today and I'm glad I came." My state of arousal was high - I couldn't help but want to touch and feel and be close. My excited stiffness was poking at her bum. One hand left her shoulder to slip around her waist and down over her soft, feminine belly. I pulled her into my hungry groin. There's something deeply sensual and compelling about nestling into a woman's soft, rounded behind and feeling your avid penis try to insinuate itself into the crevice between her cheeks.

She leaned her cheek into my kiss and pushed her bum back into me, "I'm glad you're here - and I'm glad you like ... the way I look." She pushed and wiggled her bottom back into my erection. "Uhn, that feels just like it did in the Jacuzzi ... when you put your hands on my tummy to hug me into you, ... and I wiggled back and felt your stiff penis ... poking into me."

I lightly kissed her neck, "Oh, my! I wondered if you could feel me. I liked my hands on you, and the way your hips and tummy felt, and your soft bottom squirming back into me."

"Oh, Maarrrk."

In a lusting whisper, "And I love the way you feel now."

While I was still holding her, Connie turned around to face me and put her arms around my neck murmuring, "And I love the way you feel now." Our lips merged in a long, long kiss and I now was poking her tummy. Very soon we both were breathing as though we had just climbed a flight of stairs.

I was feeling significantly cuddly in my groin and one of my hands caressed down her back to her bum to hold her close against me. She felt hungry and yielding and I could feel her relax and blend her body into mine. She responded eagerly to my hand on her pillowy soft bottom squeezing us together and squirmed her groin into me. "You feel so wonderful. I want my hands all over you."

She whispered into our kiss without taking her lips away, "I love your hands on me, ... but we shouldn't ... I don't know how this could be happening. The feelings are so strong." She blended her tummy and groin into mine. Her soft belly squirmed to accept the rhythmic prodding of my rigid penis.

"I think our bodies are talking to each other." Our lips parted and we kissed softly several times to slow the momentum. "I feel so hungry for you ... I ...."

"I'm having the same problem. This shouldn't be happening, but I'm having trouble ... the way I'm feeling."

"I love your kisses. I love the feel of you. ... You're very sexy and I'm very attracted to you. The feeling is so strong"

"Mmmm ... your hands all over me ... and holding me ... ." She kissed me again, softly but with open mouth and caressing tongue. Now both my hands were on the soft cheeks of her bottom - holding us close. The muscles in her bum were relaxed and yielding except when she pressed into me, flexing her pelvis. She wiggled and squirmed into my penis. It continued to insistently stab her. She urged her hand down between us and stroked my prodding excitement. "Oh, God! You're so hard. I can't believe this." But the kissing continued. I flexed my eager 'prodder' into her. She squeezed it and tried to rearrange it in my shorts to point down closer her mons. She hummed into our kiss and flexed her pelvis to rub against it.

I moaned on her lips, "I know ... I'm so ..."

"I know. ... It feels so good ... pushing into me."

Gasping, "Push it further down ... so I'm pressing into you ... closer down there."

She tried with little success. "Help me."

"Reach inside, Sweetheart." I unzipped my fly for her.

"Oh, Mark! I can't!"

I kissed her softly and quietly urged, "Yes, you can. ... I want you to. It would feel so good to me." Connie hesitated but her lust was stronger than her misgiving and finally her hand slipped in and through the slot in my underwear to find me. Her hand felt wonderful handling me. "Pull it out, Darling." She moaned as she did it. Suddenly I was out and free in her hands.

She fondled me for a moment. "Uhn, you're so warm and stiff and silky soft. Maarrk, you feel wonderful." She carefully pushed me down until I was nudging her vulva.

"Ooh, Connie, ... that feels so good ... and your hand on me ..."

She surprised me when she pulled the leg of her shorts aside and then her panty leg, flexing her pelvis out so that her vulva met my penis. She whispered, "Oh, God, ... Maarrrk!" We each began rhythmic flexes and squirms. She was on her toes, I had bent my knees and her labia were riding the length of my erection. Our breathing became shallow and gasping.

I was getting very excited and knew that much more of this would result in an 'accident'. I gasped, "This feels ... too good. I'm getting close to ... you know ... making a mess."

She pressed harder against me and murmured on my lips, "Oh, God, I don't care! This is wonderful." She reached down and, with her fingers, pressed my corona into her until it penetrated between her inner lips and was rubbing on her clitoris and down the moist channel to her vagina. She began rhythmically flexing her pelvis so that she was riding up and down my corona, alternately bathing it in her vaginal juices and then rubbing it on her excited clitoris. Suddenly her belly and thighs shivered in a sweet orgasm. Connie pressed her lips into mine and muffled a scream, "Nnnnnnnnnn! Oh, God, Marrrk!"

The intimate excitement and surprising sensation were more than I could handle. I couldn't suppress the thrill that started in my glans and then throbbed up from my roots. I gasped, "Connie! ... I can't hold it!" My semen pumped and oozed into her channel, onto her fingers and into her panties. She held me against herself, riding up and down on me in thrilling rapture while we urgently kissed and thrilled in our orgasms.

Finally Connie released my penis. Our lips parted and she breathed, "I ... can't believe ..." She kissed me lightly, recovering her composure, and went on, "That shouldn't have happened, ... but it was so beautiful I couldn't stop." We kissed softly while our breathing recovered. Connie went on, sighing, "I can't remember when I last had that wonderful feeling." She continued to hold us snugly together.

Although no longer rigid, my penis was still sufficiently firm to remain in the nest of Connie's vulva. "I haven't felt this wonderful passion in a long, long time." Our lips brushed together, "My penis seems to want to stay where it is."

Connie kissed me cutely, "My, you know, 'down there' ... feels the same way. I like you there - nuzzling me. Mmm, and I loved feeling your penis throbbing while your warm ... cum ... was oozing into my hand and my ... pussy." Another little kiss and, "Darling, I need to ... clean up a little. Your cum is all over me ... and on my fingers and in my panties. There are some tissues on the counter behind you."

Before I let her go, I kissed her softly and said, "That was wonderful ... but an amazing surprise." Another kiss, "I can't hide the fact that I still have the same hunger for you, ... but, do we need to simmer down?"

She pulled away saying, "Probably, but ... . I'll be back in a minute." I handed her a tissue to wipe her fingers and she headed for her room. I cleaned myself with the tissues, put my penis back in my pants, and zipped up.

Realizing we were getting a little carried away, we both eased off for an emotional respite. When she came back out of her bedroom we hugged lightly with obvious affection, but without immediate sexual urgency. Our kisses were softer and less urgent as well. I broke the uncomfortable silence and said, "Maybe we should go get the cabinet and give ourselves a chance to get our perspective back." I didn't know whether to pat my self on the back for my sanity or kick myself for my insanity.

"I think so." She was still a little breathless. She gave me a parting peck and our arms disengaged.

The moment was over but, as we worked together over the next couple of hours, our chemistries continued to surge. We rarely missed an opportunity to touch or caress or kiss. The speed with which our relationship had evolved since my arrival just an hour or two earlier strongly suggested that we each had been fantasizing about, and subconsciously accepting, our feelings of mutual sexual attraction for quite some time.

We went to Home Depot and got the cabinet. It came disassembled in a large carton. It was very heavy. She couldn't have handled it alone.

Connie was going to put the cabinet in her storage shed so we assembled it in her covered car port. There would be no intimacies out there for the world to see. While we worked we chatted. I broached the subject of her relationship with Debra - and, very gingerly, tried to find out how she felt about what was happening between us. I also confessed that I had always been faithful, and wasn't without guilt about my behavior. None the less, our frequent, casual touching continued - a squeeze here, a caress there.

About half way through the assembly process Connie let me know in a roundabout way that Debra had told her of our sexual hiatus and my disfunction. With further pussyfooting around the subject she carefully inferred that she might be having trouble with thoughts of "cheating on her best friend".

"I'm kind of embarrassed that you know of my problem."

"Don't be. Women talk about these things all the time." She finished putting in a screw. "Besides, Debra and I have been very close for a long time. She helped me through some tough times when we were quite young." A few moments later she candidly observed, "You're certainly not having any ... problem ... this morning!"

"It was impossible to keep it a secret ... as you discovered."

Cutely, "You devil." After another moment, "It surprised me ... and scared me a little. I was feeling safe. It seemed like our flirting wasn't dangerous. And then I felt how stiff you had gotten." I reached out and touched her - she took my hand - I sent her an air kiss. She smiled softly and said, "But I was flattered, and now I know how to tell when you're turned on." We stood and I coaxed her into the shed - away from neighbors' view.

"Mmm hhmmm ... that I can't hide."

"Lecher."

"Sex Goddess." I pulled her to me. Our bodies blended while we renewed our commitment to exploring our new affection. We began to breathe harder almost instantly.

Connie squirmed her pelvis into me - searching for her stiff Admirer. She found him, "Mm, you're still turned on!"

"Mm hmm. You're still gorgeous ... and feel wonderful."

"We seem to be having trouble changing our perspectives."

"I know. Maybe I need a cold shower." We both chuckled, kissed softly and parted, each of us wanting to finish our project quickly, but wondering what would come next. A few minutes later we completed the assembly job and set the cabinet up in the shed. To be sure it wouldn't topple over, I screwed it to the wall. We put the tools away and went inside to clean up. It had been a little warm and quite humid outside. The air conditioning inside felt good but I still was sweaty and uncomfortable. Connie looked a little soggy too.

I don't like to feel greasy-sweaty and said, "I didn't bring a change of clothes but I'd feel better if I took a quick shower. I'm awfully sweaty. Would you mind?"

Connie seemed cheered. "That's a good idea. I feel kind of grimy too. It's very humid." Were we finding an excuse to take our clothes off?

"Ummm hmm." I kissed her cheek.

"When you get in the shower I'll put your clothes in the washer with mine. I have a pair of shorts from my 'chubbier days' you can probably get into. Our stuff will be clean and dry in no time." She kissed me back.

We each took a shower. It became a kind of intimate event. When she heard me get in the shower she knocked and asked if she could come in to get my clothes. I, of course, said "Sure. But no fair taking advantage of me when I'm vulnerable like this."

Her playful retort, "Dreamer! Don't you wish."

While I was drying off she knocked again to give me the shorts. I let her in holding the towel around me. Our eyes met. She was wearing a short, silky dressing gown and smiling softly. The shorts she gave me were a silk paisley with elastic waist - not exactly macho. I took them with my free hand and she kissed my cheek. Without thinking, I put my other arm around her. It felt like she wasn't wearing anything beneath the gown. Oh, Oh! The towel came loose! We kissed warmly - hands roaming. She felt softly sensual under the robe. My towel dropped to the floor when she backed away. In mock surprise her eyebrow went up when she ogled my semi-erect projection. A breathy, 'My, my' was her only comment, but her look was flirtatiously sexy and she came close again to take me in hand and hug herself against me for another soft kiss. Finally, after stroking my bare behind and pushing her soft tummy into the prodding of my growing, naked erection, she moved apart, hummed when she gazed at my now much stiffer projection, and cutely commented, "Mmm, look what I did!" She softly stroked up the underside and fondled my scrotum. "Oh, Maarrk. I love the feel of your ... hard cock."




My Wife's Best Friend



Her touch felt wonderful. "Your hands feel wonderful on me. You're a merciless tease."

"I'm not teasing - I want you. I can't remember ever having a wonderful feeling like you gave me in the kitchen. I'd like to have that feeling again." Flirtatiously she squeezed my penis, sent me a come-hither air kiss and left the bathroom. I wiped a crystal drop from the end. The shorts fit OK. They served the purpose. No underwear.

When Connie finished her shower she called to ask me to bring her a towel and the dressing gown which she had conveniently left on her bed. Enticing thoughts arose. She opened the bathroom door while standing mostly behind it, but she let me see quite a bit of one hip and leg. She smiled, "No peeking now!" She took the gown and towel and put them somewhere behind her, but didn't move to close the door or shoo me out.

My eyes openly admired the offered curves, "Very lovely!"

"Mmmm, thank you. ... I hope you can't see ... too much." She smoothed her hand over a generous hip.

"Enough to appreciate your sweet femininity ... very lovely."

"Mmmmm, you didn't look bad yourself!"

"In my bath towel?"

"Wellll ... whatever." She was flirting outrageously and testing herself as well as me with her teasing exhibit. Our 'settling-down' period had accomplished nothing except tease us with a brief abstention. Connie was aroused and avid - and my expectant penis hadn't been below half-staff since Connie kissed and stroked me after my bath towel dropped. She looked at my groin for a moment and then smiled faintly and asked, "May I have a little kiss?" Her head leaned a little further around the door and a bit more of her body came with it.

Softly I answered, "That would be very nice." Our lips came together and I put my hand on the naked hip she had offered, murmuring on her lips, "You feel very womanly ... and very sexy." After a few lush kisses, "And you look so ... desirable." I stroked down over the curve of the hip and smoothed behind her to caress her soft, round, naked bottom. "Especially without clothes." My hand cupped one of her bum cheeks and squeezed. I loved the way it felt. Connie moaned quietly.

She murmured back, "Maaarrrk ... you're so fresh." Our lips continued to blend. "Am I letting you see ... too much of me."

Whispering, "Not nearly enough," and kissing softly, "Maybe I'd better let you dry off and get dressed."

She broke the kiss, "Mmmm, no rush, Sweetheart. I like your caresses ... and how your hands always want to be feeling me." Connie encouragingly stroked the arm of the hand on her bum and looked again at my shorts. Her voice was breathy and impish, "Mmmmm, that's better. ... I was afraid I'd lost my touch." Her hand stroked up and down the length of the erection bulging in the shorts she had lent me. While she sweetly kissed my cheek, her hand squeezed and explored the engorged head through the silky material.

My voice too was low, "I think I have a ... chronic problem. You're touch feels so good. ... Reach inside." She hummed and slipped her hand under the elastic waist band, no longer hesitant with misgivings.

She daringly exposed a bit more of her hip and a hint of the side of a breast whispering, "I find your problem very ... attractive, ... and I'm flattered ... especially about how persistent and stiff it is after having made a wonderful deposit in my panties just a while ago." She continued to squeeze and stroke me. "The skin is smooth and the head is soft and almost hot. Oh, God, I love to feel and hold you."

"Your hands feel wonderful on me." My hand stroked up her side and adventurously caressed the side of her breast.

She sighed on my lips, "Uhhn, Maarrk," and her other hand covered mine to urge it to squeeze the whole, sweet breast. She murmured on my lips, "I'm developing a ... problem, too. ... Mine doesn't show ... but it feels wonderful. ... I'm remembering how you made me feel in the kitchen ... and I'm getting very wet there again."

Connie's capitulation to our lust and her loving invitation to enjoy our bodies made my erection pulse wondrously. My lips on hers moaned in hunger while my hand molded her softness and my fingers rolled her nipple. I sighed, "Oohh, Connie, ... so soft ... so sweet."

She murmured on my lips, "Close your eyes." I could feel her move from behind the door. She took my other hand, placed it on her naked tummy, and began to push it down through her sparse pubic hair. When it was covering her vulva she pressed my finger between her labia. Her vagina was oozing honey. Whispering, "I'm 'turned on' too. Feel how wet I am." For a moment she let me slip my finger into the opening of her vagina, but then she removed my hand and slipped part way behind the door again.

I raised my hand to my lips and savored Connie's juices. Our lips were touching again and our breathing was feverish. My voice was low, "You taste sweet and wonderful. ... I'm glad I make you feel this way." Her hand went behind my neck and she held my mouth strongly on hers while she kissed me deeply. In a breathless whisper I urged, "Push my shorts down."

"Oh, Marrrkk."

"I want to feel my penis pushing between the sweet lips of your pussy again." She needed no coaxing, but came out from behind the door again - this time without asking me to close my eyes. With both hands she lifted the waistband over my stiff penis and pushed the shorts down until they fell to my ankles. When she bent down her breasts hung softly and I cupped each one and gently squeezed and pinch her nipples.

When she stood up again, with a hand on her bottom, I pulled her to me and with my other hand I pushed my penis down to her vulva. Connie opened her thighs and stood on her toes. I bent my knees until I could push through her nether lips. "Uhn, Darling, I love the feeling of your ... cock ... pushing into my pussy like this." She took hold of me and held me in her channel while she flexed up and down, rubbing my corona through her channel and on her clitoris the way she had in the kitchen.

Our lips were touching when I murmured, "Push me inside, Darling. Just the head. ... Don't let me hurt you."

"Oh, Mark, we shouldn't," but she held me still and moved to mount me. She was slippery wet. "Oh, God! ... Honey! You're in me! You went in so easily!" I gently slipped out and pushed back in. Her juices began to flow copiously around my cock and down my scrotum. Without penetrating any further, I continued a gentle fucking rhythm pushing just the head of my cock into her.

I kissed her and whispered, "Am I hurting you?"

"Yes, just a little. ... I'm so small ... and tight. It's been a long time." She continued to hold my penis and avidly flex into it while I penetrated her sweet lips in shallow strokes.

"I don't want to be hurting you."

I pulled my penis away from her vagina, but she held onto it, gasping, "No! Honey, put it back in. ... I want you to cum again. ... I like the feeling of you ... pushing into me." I let her pull me back into her still oozing love center. Connie whispered, "Darling, I want you to ... fuck me like this. It's so wonderful." So that she would be more accessible, I coaxed her leg to rest on my hip and supported it there with a hand on her bum helping to lift her.

We each returned to that gentle rhythm, and I found her clitoris with my other hand to tease it while we fucked. Soon I sensed that Connie was building to another orgasm and my own glans was beginning to signal my point of no return. "Connie! I'm almost cumming. ... Do you want me to pull out of you?"

"Oh, God, noooo! ... Stay in me! Please. Don't stop! I want your cum in me!" Her pelvis and thighs began to shiver. She closed her eyes and moaned through a thrilling spasm. She held me inside and I throbbed and squirted into her. With her hand still holding me she could feel me ejaculate. "Oh, Mark, ... I can feel your penis throbbing and cumming in me. Uhhnnn." Her tummy and thighs quaked again with a second sweet orgasm.

My half hard penis still nuzzled in the lips of her vulva while we put our arms around each other to merge our naked bodies and kiss with passionate affection. Finally I murmured on her lips, "Your body feels wonderful ... so close to me ... like this. And you look so beautiful ... and sexy."

Connie kissed me softly and said, "You feel good, too. ... I'm shy about my body. ... I'm still too fat and my boobs are too small. ... I wasn't quite ready to come out from behind the door." We kissed some more and she went on, "But you seduced me, you Sweet Lecher. Now you've seen me naked ... and you were in me, and came in me. And I came again. Oh, God, I can't believe this is happening!"

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I think so. I'm ignoring the 'guilt thing'. ... Actually, I feel wonderful." Connie kissed me softly with a gentle tongue just touching my lips.

Her naked body felt wonderful. I took one of her breasts into my hand, "Your breasts are lovely. They hang softly and have a pert shape." I squeezed gently, "And each one fits perfectly in my hand." My hands stroked her back and hips and bum and I went on, "You feel very sexy ... and you must know you look sexy, because you've made me get stiff and ... cum ... twice already, and I think I'm getting stiff again."

Connie kissed me and pressed her vulva into me, "You've made me feel very sexy, ... and very wanton. ... If you get hard again we'll have to think of a way to make you soft."

"I'm sure we'll think of something."

"Mm hmm. Soon, I hope. Now, let me get a tissue to clean you up a little, ... and then you'd better get out of here while I clean myself up. I can feel your semen dribbling down my leg."

"Maybe I can get it further into you next time." We both chuckled.

"Hmm, we'll see." She sweetly wiped our combined juices from my penis and scrotum, handed me my shorts and shooed me out.

Slowly I backed out of the bathroom saying, "Hurry, Luscious Creature, I'll need some more kisses in just a few minutes."

She replied flirtily, "Don't worry, I'll be out in time for your next fix."

When she came out she looked fresh and fetching. I got up from the couch. Her hair was tied in back. The light gown covered her but wasn't snugly closed. She was carrying some shorts and a blouse. If you had asked me a month ago I would have said this scenario and these events were impossible.

As she approached I saw Connie's eyes drop to my shorts and an eyebrow raise appreciatively. She sidled closer and kissed my cheek, "Do you still want to help me with pinning the hem? If not, I probably should ... get dressed." She snuggled close.

My arms slipped around her waist. "I definitely want to help." I kissed her back and in a low, intimate voice I went on, "I really would like to." Our eyes met. I kissed her lips and ventured in a soft voice, "But, in any case, I'm not very anxious for you to get any more ... dressed. You're wearing more than enough already." Her body felt intimately inviting through the silky gown. I was sure she was wearing nothing else.

Her open lips were welcoming, responsive. She murmured back, "You're so bad ... but not to worry ... as long as you're going to be here with me ... I really don't want to put any more clothes on." Our tummies came together and her groin squirmed to test my condition. "Mmmmmm, you devil." She felt the bulge, "It just won't go down." I relished the soft feel of her flesh so near under the silky robe. She pressed her tummy into my stiffness and squirmed some more - kind of breathily she sighed, "Are you thinking about pinning my hem ... or about feeling me up ... or about doing something naughty with this stiff man-thing?"

Very quietly, "Are you reading my mind ... or the bulge in my shorts?" She pressed into me. I caressed a soft breast through the robe.

"Mmmm, what do you think? ... Uhnn, ... you're so bad ... and so good." I took one of her hands and gently moved it to my groin and placed it over my bulge of excitement. "Uhn, Darling!" She squeezed and stroked affectionately, "You feel so good. ... I like it when you're turned on. ... And I like to make your soft penis into a hard cock ... and squeeze and stroke it." My hand slipped under the hem of the short gown to caress over a hip and squeeze and stroke the cheek of her naked bottom. Connie acknowledged what I had found, "I'm nearly naked." Our kiss was breathless and lush and we both moaned at the pleasures of touching. I wanted to taste her honey again, but I sensed she was trying to cope with being both thrilled and yet hesitant about how difficult it might be to accommodate my stiff penis pushing deeper into her very snug, long dormant vagina.

Still a little breathless, she broke away, "I'll put our clothes in the dryer and put the sun dress on now." I felt a little abandoned but understood. After tending to the laundry she went into her room but didn't close the door entirely. She changed behind the door and then called out, "Let's do it in here. All my sewing things are here." She opened the door and beckoned. Her room was neat and feminine.

"Cute dress!" It was a rich medium brown fine cotton chambray. The dress was sleeveless with modest scoop neckline and an A-line skirt cut on the bias to better drape over the generous curves of hips and derriere. It could be worn plain for casual or dressed-up with belt and jewelry. She was wearing sandals on bear feet.

"Thanks. This'll be easiest if I stand on this cedar chest. Here, take the pins and tape measure and help me up, please." I put the things down and took her hand. With her other hand she lifted the skirt to make it easier to get her first foot up on the cedar chest. She raised the skirt flirtatiously higher than necessary and then paused before boosting up. Her eyes flirted with mine. She had paused to pleasure me with another lovely exhibit of most of one leg and all of the other, including a momentary shadowy glimpse of her pretty vulva. Her panties were missing and her inner labia were peeking out and pink. When she was up she seemed unsteady for a moment and I reflexively grabbed her hips. She put her hands over mine to hold them there and smiled, "Ooops! Thanks." Eyes meeting warmly. She squeezed before releasing my hands and teased, "I saw you peeking up my skirt."

I sighed, "The view was very lovely ... I couldn't look away." Clearly, she was no longer suffering from shyness and wanted to be sure I had enjoyed her momentary tease.

She sent me an air kiss and breathed, "Tsk, tsk ... I hope you didn't see ... too much."

"Never too much ... just lovely and feminine ... and sexy."

"Thank you, Sweet Lecher." She sent me an air kiss and went on, "Mark, if you feel like this isn't a - you know - guy thing to do, it's OK. I'll understand."

"That hasn't entered my mind. I'm flattered that you let me help you with your project." I sent her an affectionate air kiss, "Besides, it's nice being here with you."

"I like having you here ... helping me." She bent over and put her hand on my cheek. The moment and kiss were intimate with richly merging tongues in softly sliding lips. She whispered into our kiss, "You're making me feel verrry ... warm ... and ... you know." As we broke apart I was momentarily transfixed by a drooping neckline - each of her breasts was a sweet hand-full hanging in soft femininity, nipples stiff and puckered. She sweetly had omitted the bra as well.

I savored the view, remembered the soft feel of her in the bathroom, and went on intimately, "You very sexy, Lovely Creature. You're making me have wonderful urges."

She let me ogle, "Mark, you devil, you'll make me blush."

I brought my lips back to hers, "Your breasts are very feminine and inviting ... I hope I'm not embarrassing you."

Her voice was soft on my lips as well, "You're sweet ... I think I may still feel just ... a little shy. But after all, you bad boy, you did say you hoped I wouldn't get very dressed." She kissed me again and teasingly allowed me another momentary peek. "And I didn't." I couldn't resist enjoying the beauty. She playfully made a half-hearted effort to shield my eyes with her hand and then brought her lips back to mine whispering, "You really are a bad, bad boy - looking up my skirt ... and down my front." She was flirting with warm affection and fanning our flaming lust.

I succumbed to the sensual impulse and reached to caress and gently squeeze a breast through her dress. She sighed, "Oh, Honey."

I gasped, "So soft and sweet." I squeezed and caressed gently and whispered, "I'd like to kiss and suck on your nipples."

She moaned, "Oh, Maarrrk, nooo ... oohhnn ... Yes ... but just a little. Otherwise we'll never get the hem pinned." She turned half way, "Unzip me." I did and she turned back to lower the front and present herself. She was becoming more at ease with nudity. I cupped both of her sweet mounds and gently kissed and squeezed and pulled her nipples and sucked each in my lips. She sighed, "Mmmm, Darling, ... uhhnnn ...", hugging my lips to her breasts, "your lips on me feel wonderful."

"Mm, Connie, I want to caress you and kiss you ... all over."

"I know, Darling, ... I can tell, and I want you to. And sucking on my nipples is making me very wet again ... you know where."

"Tell me where."

"My pussy, you devil."

"I want to taste your honey again, soon. I want to kiss you and suck on your pussy."

"Oh, Marrrk! That sounds so intimate. I'm starting to drip."

I was in heaven. My erection was straining against my shorts, and the softness of her sweet breasts made me want to strip her naked and make animal love to her; but instead I returned the dress to its proper place and zipped it up for her, "You're lovely ... and so feminine."

Her eyes were warm. We kissed softly and she whispered, "Thank you." She reached down for a momentary stroking of my erection through the silk shorts. I groaned. "You feel so good in my hand. I like to feel you so stiff." She had become comfortable with touching me and encouraged my hands in their adventures. These sexual interludes were wonderful foreplay teases and were gently leading us to the ultimate wonderful intimacy.

We finally parted and seemed to silently agree that we should get started on the project, "I don't know where you want this hem but I'd suggest about here." Partly to be playful and partly to test Connie's adventurous spirit, I folded the material to a very fetching six inches above her knees.

Her voice was sweet, affectionate and playful, "That's very short! This isn't a Baby Doll nightie you know."

Teasing but still testing, "Sweetheart, it's perfect! It's about where lots of pretty women are wearing this kind of dress - except, of course, those with lumpy, fat legs and thighs. Your legs look so good. Actually, in your case, the shorter the hemline the more beautiful your legs look. You have gorgeously long, well-shaped thighs."

"Thank you, Sweet Lecher, but you know very well that's way too short for me." She giggled and teased, "I'd be afraid to bend over ... besides, my legs may seem sexy to you, but they won't win any contests." She hesitated and went on, "What about my cellulite. Is it showing?"

She held the skirt in place while I stood back a little, "No. You look terrific." I looked some more, "Very sexy!"

"I'm glad you think so ... even though my thighs are a little generous." Her eyes were flirting when she lifted the hem a few tantalizing inches higher and said, "Where does my cellulite start?" Teasingly intimate. Connie was inviting my eyes and luring me with what I knew awaited just inches beneath the skirt.

In a low voice I flirted, "I think you're teasing me."

She playfully lifted the skirt nearly to her crotch and flirted back, "Would I do a thing like that?"

I sent her a playful but sexy air kiss and stepped close to her again. I touched the side of her upper thigh and said a little more softly, "There's a little cellulite right here but it isn't offensive". Then I breathed, "Connie, your legs ... and hips are ... I'm afraid I'm very distracted." My eyes were focused on her thighs and my touch became a gentle caress - my whole hand was feeling and smoothing her thigh. In a soft, affectionate voice, "You feel soft and smooth. ... Your legs give me urges ... when you show them off like this." My other hand moved to her inner thigh to join the first in a caressing, hugging, openly sexual massage as my lips touched her thigh at the edge of her skirt and I sighed, "I love your very feminine thighs.




My Wife's Best Friend



"Maarrk ...!" Connie's voice had a tremor, "Mmmm ... thank you ... Oh! ... your lips ... I love your hands ... and lips on me."

I looked up at her and said softly, "Please kiss me again."

"Oh ... Sweet Lover ..." She bent down again still holding the skirt up for me. The neckline drooped. We kissed - lushly, slowly. The rapid breathing confessed our surging lust. Our lips parted briefly and she whispered, "I loved your sweet kiss on my thigh ... and your hands." I swooned and, while my hands were adoringly hugging and caressing her, she brought our lips together for a longer merging. One hand instinctively stroked up her outer thigh to her hip and around to squeeze and hug her soft, naked bum. The flesh was smooth and warm. Connie's nakedness under the dress was thrilling and enticing. My other hand reached up and caressed her naked, round tummy and lightly stroked down through her pubic hair and teasingly grazed over her labia. Connie gasped, "Oh! Maarrk!"

I murmured on her lips, "Darling, you feel wonderful." I dragged my fingers through her inner labia and brought them to my mouth to suck the honey they found oozing there.

She kissed me and whispered, "I'm glad I left my panties off. I know how you like feeling me up. ... Now you can feel all of me." Our sliding lips were merged in luscious dancing of tongues. Finally our lips parted. "Thank you for keeping me from dribbling down my leg." Connie caressed my cheek and rose up.

I too was whispering, "I love feeling you up ... all over, and you taste wonderful."

Her voice was a breathy whisper and her eyes were warm with invitation, "I love it too ... and I think that's why you wanted to help me."

"Of course it is."

She sighed, sent me an air kiss and teased, "Is the inside of my thigh ... still soft and warm?" My hands were still on her caressing her inner thigh and her sweet bottom. They nudged her moist labia occasionally and she whined, "You're an awful tease." 

I looked up at her and sent her a kiss, "So soft. Wonderfully warm and wet ... and inviting. ... Oh, God! You feel so sexy." My hand was lightly brushing the lips of her love center. The moment was rich in sexual tension. Finally my whole hand cupped her vulva and gently squeezed. She was so wet her juices drenched the palm of my hand. I raised it to my mouth and drank and licked. I gasped, "Your juices are luscious, Darling."

"Oh, Maarrrkk! I'm so wet."

"I'm glad. You're making me very hungry." My hands returned to caress and squeezed her puffy mound. I sent her an air kiss.

She sent me a softly flirting kiss back and said very warmly and quietly, "Mmmmm, your hands feel so affectionate."

I was thrilled that she was encouraging my romantic caresses. I confessed, "When you lift your skirt ... to show me your legs ... and inviting thighs ... it makes me feel very ... you know ...." My hands caressed under her skirt one last time.

"Turned on?"

"Mmmm hmmm, at least."

Her voice and soft smile were teasing, "I know ... your shorts are sticking out so far. ... Maybe I'd better not lift my skirt anymore until after we get it pinned." She sent me a come-hither air kiss. Reluctantly we returned to our project.

"Would you feel more comfortable with it here - it's a few inches lower?" I held the skirt at the lower height - trying to get back on track. It wasn't easy, I was feeling deeply romantic and filled with glowing, raging, affectionate lust.

She nodded her head, "Mmmm hhmmm." She sent me an affection-laden air kiss. I began measuring and pinning. Soon her hand caressed my cheek and hair. I stopped to turn my head and kiss her hand. After a little more pinning she said, "I like the way it feels ... having you with me like this ... doing this with me." I could hear her breathing - more heavily than our efforts would warrant. Her body language, soft voice, and warmly glowing eyes confessed her wonderful lust. We each were naked under our outer garment and our minds couldn't ignore thoughts of wonderful sex. Concentration on the hemming project was difficult.

I was trying to keep my heavier breathing quiet. "I love being with you like this." While I folded the material and set each pin, my hands frequently brushed her legs. Her hands frequently stroked my cheek. I quietly gasped, "I'm having trouble concentrating ... thinking about how beautifully naked you are - under this skirt." I left the pinning for a moment to hug and stroke a thigh up under her skirt.

I looked up and sent her a kiss. She caressed my cheek and in a breathy, cracking voice said softly, "I keep thinking about your stiff penis under your shorts, how I like to hold it in my hands, ... and how I want you to feel me up ... all over. Darling?"

"Mm hmm?"

Her voice was low and lusting, "I'd love it if ... you'd take your shorts off ... so I can see how stiff your cock is. And so I can feel it brushing against my leg."

I looked at her with lusting affection consuming me. I sent her an air kiss and backed away, lifting the waist band over the head of my avid penis and letting the shorts drop to the floor. I stepped out of them as I moved back to her and rubbed the object of her desire against her calf.

She mussed my hair a little, raised her skirt and pressed my cheek against a revealed upper thigh close to her precious flower. I kissed the thigh and then nosed under the hem to lovingly lick in the cleft between her outer labia. She gasped, "Oh, God, Sweetheart, ... I'm so hot!" She held me there a moment. I could hear her breathing. Then she sighed, "Darling, my other thigh would like a kiss too."

I looked up at her. Her smile was softly intimate. She sent me a lust-laden kiss and moved her legs just a little further apart, whimpering while she flexed her pelvis toward me in a confession of rampant desire. I nuzzled into the bit of space she had just made between the sweet cushions that guarded her special place and kissed both thighs again - very high in that porcelain white inner softness. The musky scent of her arousal was an aphrodisiac. My cheek brushed her puffy Venus Mound, still just barely covered by her skirt. With a hand under her skirt on her naked bottom I hugged her mons to my cheek. My other hand smoothed up her inner thigh to the wonderful, soft, roundness I had just kissed. I whispered, "So warm and soft." She flexed her mons again - this time wantonly into my cheek while she held my head. Again I nosed under the hem and licked through the cleft - this time a little deeper. I drank her copious offering. The sexual tension was acute and absorbing.

She had lost interest in pinning the hem. Her stance had become sultry and lustful. Her legs moved to accommodate and encourage my caresses, and she was moving her hips and tummy in a slow, subtle, rhythmic way - yielding to sexual hunger. In a rasping whisper, "Uhn ... your warm hands, your lips, your tongue." She was melting and inviting my adventures. I was nearly swooning.

I stroked down and caressingly back up and urged my hand between the two soft guardians, "You're wonderfully inviting ... so soft." I caressed a bit higher until my hand cupped her puffy vulva.

Connie gasped, then quietly sighed, "Maarrrk ... Oh, Darling, don't take your hand away."

I was thrilled. I felt her warm labia, the touch of pubic hair, and the wetness leaking from her. In a kind of swooning rapture I breathed, "Oohhh, Connie, ... you're so warm and luscious. ... Uhhnnn, Darling." I urged a finger between the loose, warm folds of her moist inner labia. She covered my hand with hers and flexed into my swooning hand. My other hand continued to caress and feel and hug the cheeks of her soft, round bottom.

She breathed and sighed, "Uuhhhnn ... I'm so naked ... and so hungry to have you." She raised her skirt to her waist to breathlessly present her urgent sexuality. "Is that better, Darling?" We were consumed by lust and swimming in passion. I coaxed her to bend down so that I could kiss her. Our kiss was soft and lush and I squeezed and massaged her vulva lovingly while my fingers teased her clitoris and oozing wet vaginal lips. Before raising back up Connie reached for my penis. She grasped and stroked and gently pulled.

I was so thrilled at her touch and the beauty of her naked essence that I was close to ejaculating in her hand. "Uhn, Connie! ... Careful, I'm almost cumming. I'll make a mess in your hand."

She whispered on my lips, "That would be alright, Sweetheart."

"No, please, I want to cum inside you again."

"Oh, God! I want that too, ... so much." She released me and stood up again. The blood was throbbing in my ears. I instinctively moved my groin closer to the leg I was hugging and caressing, and nestled my excited penis against it while I coaxed her precious flower back to my lips. She moved her leg to help me be close.

Connie sighed, "Uhnnn ... Oh! Suck on me! ... Mm, your cock is so stiff ... and sexy ... Uhhnn, Darling." She let her leg be limp to accommodate my hugging and kissing and nestling. "You're kisses and caresses are making me want you to ... uhnnn ... Oh, you're so stiff against my leg ... pushing into it." She pushed her leg gently into me.

Her use of the 'cock' word was a surprise. It signaled the level of her lust. I sighed, ".. Want me to what?"

I could hear her breathing faster - just as I was. She whispered, "You know - I want you to fuck me! Oh God, I'm so hungry for sex with you. I want your cock all the way up ... inside me." I held her to me and my lips kissed her puffy outer labia. With one hand she hugged my head to her pussy. I heard her whimper, "Mark ... Honey ... Oh! ... Kiss my cunt ... Ooohh!" She pressed her mons into me - undulating in sensual abandon.

I was nearly breathless. "I love your cunt. ... it's beautiful, ... and tastes so sweet." I was admiring the sweet parts my lips were so avidly kissing. I sucked and nibbled on her like a starving man.

Her voice was soft and breathless, her flexes now slowly rhythmic, "Mmmmm, Darling, thank you ... I never think of that part of me as pretty. Nnnn ... Oh! Mark ... what you're doing. I love your mouth on me."

Her vaginal entrance was dripping with her excitement, "Mmmm, Connie, your love-honey is luscious." I tongued and sucked and French kissed her oozing love flower.

Rhythmically flexing her vulva into my lips she gasped, "That feels so ... wonderful." Her tummy shivered and her labia quivered, "I'm so wet for you, so your hard cock can push up into me. But I'm so small ... so tight."

"I would never hurt you."

"I know ... but, Ohh, God, I can't believe how I feel. ... I'm glad you love my pussy ... uhnnnn, ooh!" Connie held her skirt up with one hand and caressed my hair and cheek with the other. I coaxed one of her thighs to rest on my shoulder so my mouth could feed on all of her. She groaned with urgency. I sucked on her pink, inner petals and teased and sucked on her clitoris with my lips and tongue. A finger ventured to her wet vaginal opening. "Push your finger further into me!" While I teased and nibbled she whimpered and moaned. Her clitoris was pert and firm like a miniature erect penis. "OOhh! ... Uhnng! ... Uhnn!" Her tummy and thighs shivered around me in another thrill.

While she recovered, my hands held her close and my lips savored her rich outpouring. "Mmmm, you're oozing onto my tongue."

"I know." She looked softly down at me and sighed."

"Am I hurting you?"

"Nnooo ... maybe a little, but it feels ... so good. Further, Honey! Move it a little ... in and out ... and around." Her pelvis again began to flex in gentle, sexual motions. "Put another one in me." A second finger joined the first in gentle thrusts. "Stretch my pussy, Darling! So you can fuck me! ... Put another one in me!" I loved her with my lips and tongue and three penetrating, massaging fingers. The thigh on my shoulder began to shiver again and her tummy quaked on my forehead. "Oh, Mark! ... Don't stop ... uhn, I'm cumming again!"

I looked up to enjoy the soft, golden glow of sweet orgasm on her face. When the spasms faded her eyes opened and she looked down to send me a soft, passion-filled air kiss. I removed my fingers and drew my mouth from her. "You look beautifully feminine ... and lovely." I sucked her juices from my fingers.

"I feel wonderfully feminine .. and loved."

I removed her leg from my shoulder and kissed her tummy.

She moaned, "Mmmmm ... Sweetheart, ... I feel so ... Oh, God, ... look how stiff your beautiful penis is." My erection was glorious and wagged in front of me with hungry impudence. "Oohhh, Maaarrk!" Connie let go the skirt and bent down to kiss me. Our lips were soft, luscious, and warm. "I taste my juices on your lips." She took her hand from my cheek and searched for my swooning penis. Her passionate moan was muffled on our lips. She squeezed and stroked and moaned into our kiss, "So stiff ... and big. I like fondling your stiff cock. I want it in me, now! Help me down." I held her hand while she stepped down from the chest and into my arms. Clearly, we'd finish the hemming some other time.

Her lips were on mine and her arms were around my neck. She blended her body into me and didn't wait for my hands on her bum - when I lifted her skirt she squirmed into my groin and stiff erection. "Oh, God, Darling! You're so close to me ... so warm and wonderful." She was whimpering and whispering on my lips. "And you don't have any problem ... at all. You came in my hand ... in the kitchen, and you came in my pussy in the bathroom, and now your hard again. Mmmm, I feel like a naughty little girl ... I want to be naked." She found me again with eager fingers and stroked gently before pushing me down until my corona nuzzled between her labia. I bent my knees to help her. She held me there and flexed wantonly, rubbing her swollen clitoris on my brazen glans. "Uhnn, your cock is so hard! I want you to cum in me!"

I was equally in a state. I mumbled into our kisses, "Connie, I want to put it in you!"

"I took your three fingers. ... I think I can take you ... if you go slow."

"I won't hurt you, Darling."

"Mmmmm, I know. You're sweet." Her lips came back to mine and she was squirming into my stiff penis. She whispered on my lips, "Mmmmm, you're so hard ...I want to take as much of you as I can (more kissing) ... please be careful with me." She sucked on an ear lobe and said very hesitantly into my ear, "I'll make you feel good ... and you can cum in me again."

I sighed, "Deep inside your sweet pussy?"

Moaning, "Yes, Darling, ... Deep inside me."

"I'm almost cumming now ... the way you're rubbing your warm ... love lips ... and clitoris ... on me ... and the way your hand squeezes and strokes and handles me."

"Ohh ... nnn ... I want you to fuck me now. ... And after your hard cock has ravaged my poor, defenseless pussy, I hope you'll do those other wonderful things with your lips... and tongue to 'make it all better'." She gave one last thrust and squeeze and murmured on my lips, "Help me with my dress." We were still in each other's arms and I found the zipper and ran it down her back. She put her arms at her sides and said, "Push it off my shoulders." It fell to the floor around her ankles.

She looked like a sexual goddess, full and ripe. Her full hips, soft round tummy and luscious thighs made me lust to lay in their warm, soft comfort. I sighed, "Connie, you're so beautiful." I caressed a breast, gathered her in again, and kissed her lushly.

When our lips parted she whispered, "Help me on the bed, Darling, I want to feel you ... between my legs." I held her hand while she stepped out of the dress and slipped out of her sandals. She sat on the edge of the bed. I wanted to taste her sweet juices just one more time and knelt in front of her. When I began to stroke up her thighs she parted her legs. I scooted closer to hug her, feel her soft breasts. My lips sucked on her nipples and kissed their way down over her tummy to find her puffy labia and expectant clitoris. I licked through her oozing inner labia. Connie moaned cutely, "You don't need to ... kiss it to make it better yet, Darling - you haven't ravaged me yet." She leaned back on her elbows and I put both thighs on my shoulders so my mouth could have all of her.

With lips lovingly engaged, "I'm not making it better, Lover, I'm enjoying one of your beautiful parts."

Connie moaned sweetly, "Then put your fingers in me again."

Her vagina was warm and lush and wet. I moved two fingers in and out gently. "Am I hurting you?"

"Mm mmm, push further ... uhn ... mmm." My fingers were in her to the hilt when my lips found her clitoris again and her moans became more intense. "Another finger ..." With the entry of the third finger her thighs quaked around my cheeks and a wonderful spasm consumed her. With three fingers I pushed into her and wormed and squirmed. When her orgasm receded I raised up to take her in my arms and kiss her. Her eyes were glowing. She sighed, "Oh, Mark," and buried her face in my neck, "That was so beautiful ... ."

"Did my fingers ... hurt you?"

"Mm mmm, I just felt very full ... and wonderful. ... I can take you now. ... My pussy is so tingly ... and relaxed."

I sucked her juices from my fingers and kissed her again softly and murmured on her lips, "I hope my penis makes you feel good. You're so beautiful when you cum."

She kissed me back and whispered, "Mm, that's because it feels so beautiful." And then, "Darling, let me lay down now." We parted for the moment and she crawled to the middle of the bed. When she was settled she reached for my hand, "Come here, Lover, ... I want you between my legs ... lay down with me." In a sweetly feminine and sensual way she parted her legs to welcome and receive me. I moved over her to settle lovingly between the soft cushions of her thighs.

We hugged lushly and our lips merged. Our groins rhythmically began their sensual dance. I raised up just enough so that she could reach between us. Connie gently grasped my eager penis and pushed the head down through her labia to the luscious honey oozing from her vagina, then back up to nuzzle her clitoris. "Uhhnn, you're making my penis feel ... so good." 

She kissed and murmured into my lips, "Ooohhhhmmmm, God, I love this. ... Does your wonderful penis ... feel like ... fucking?"

"Mmm hhmm." I flexed gently into her.

Her manipulations became more avid, "Oh, Lover, ... I want it now!" She pushed the head of my penis down through her moist channel, slathered it with her oozing juices, and nudged it into her vaginal opening. I felt the lips of her Love Flower kiss my flaring corona as it passed through them. She pushed me in further, "Oh God! Mark, ... you're in me ... Oh, Lover, ... go slow. ... stay in me ... move ... please. Oh ... Uhhnnn, Lover, push further! You're fucking me!" Still grasping the base of my erection to control it, Connie began the wonderful movements of fucking and I gently joined her. I reached between us to caress her clitoris. She spasmed. I moved shallowly into her very, very slowly. Her vagina inside was still a little snug and I knew quick movements might hurt. She rotated and squirmed with me. She continued to be moist and, soon, she shook and shuddered so hard her breasts jiggled like jello. She thrilled in another deep orgasm.

My penis was swooning - I was at that point where stopping wasn't an option. That wonderful, pulsing thrill had begun in my corona and then in my root. I mumbled, "Sweetheart, I'm cumming now."

She couldn't speak. She squealed into an exciting kiss. I pushed in gently and, still holding my penis, she urged it in further. Thrusting gently into her snug harbor my glans became so sensitive that I finally stiffened, froze motionless and released inside her. The pumping, pulsing up my shaft felt wonderful.




My Wife's Best Friend



The first thing you should know is that I am married to the best woman on the planet. She loves me completely, just as I love her. We've been married for some six years and every minute has been great. Granted, I don't get the amount of sex that I got in my single life, but to tell the truth, I'm fine with that. That's a long story for another day. This is about something else entirely.

My wife is a stunning woman. Beth is six feet tall with deep brown hair and matching eyes. She also comes fully equipped with a beautiful pair of boobs, 42DDD, and all natural. Unlike most that size her boobs are firm with nipples that sit high. I've always loved breasts like that. Beth's legs? Unbelievable! She has great ass, too. On top of all of this, she's bisexual. Not very experienced with women, but definitely loves a beautiful woman just as much as I do. It makes for great bedtime chats.

Beth is every bit as loyal as she is beautiful, so I don't worry about her running around. That turned out to be very lucky for me when after a lifetime of making sex practically a profession, I developed erectile dysfunction. It turns out that my testosterone level had tanked. (A couple of months ago I started taking hormone replacement therapy and its slowly working.) Anyway, I felt bad for Beth and told her she should develop a friend or two.

She did; a woman with two kids the same age as ours. Her name is Jess. 

Jess is about five foot six and also sports a great set of tits. Her hair has gone a premature salt and pepper, but it looks good on her. Granted, she's carrying a few extra pounds, but so are we. Jess can move, too, since she used to make extra cash as an erotic dancer. Frankly, she has the looks and the personality to turn any man's head for another look. It wouldn't do any of us any good though. Jess is at bat for the other team. Yep, she's a lesbian.

It turns out that even though I was hoping my beloved wife would have a friend with benefits in Jess, they seem to prefer to just tease one another unmercifully. Suggestive remarks, sexy poses, and the occasional flash of boobs to each other, and once in a while, to me. They never went any further than that.

A couple of days ago one of those magical weekends occurred when our older kids were gone and the younger children were staying with their grandparents. Rare, but they happen. We planned for sleeping late and maybe a seafood lunch before catching up on some housework and alone time. Then the phone rang. We expected the usual; a sick kid, or something along those lines. Instead it was Jess. 

Turned out her kids were gone for the weekend and she was bored. She was calling to see if we would like to do something. Beth was game, so I agreed to drive. 

We ended up in New Orleans where we walked the morning away in the French Quarter. After a nice lunch at a great little hole-in-the-wall we headed back to Mobile. Since Beth had had the front seat in the morning, Jess sat up front on the way back. Conversation is always fun when those two are together and today was no exception. By the time we hit I-10 headed east they were in rare form. 

They were steadily teasing each other. Beth was sitting in the back seat of our mini-van in such a way to where she could lift her shirt and Jess would just see it out of the corner of her eye. Then when she would turn for a better view, Beth would cover up again.

After a couple of rounds of this Jess spoke up and said that she couldn't get a tit show she would just give one -- to me. And with that she unbuttoned her shirt and opened her front latch bra, exposing her nice tits to the sun. While my cock wasn't paying much attention, as usual lately, my libido certainly was and I was really digging the view. To make it even better, Jess then started pulling at her nipples, twisting and tweaking them. Not to be outdone, Beth followed suit in the back seat, raising the stakes by licking a sucking her own boobs the way she does for me when she's really turned on.

Jess couldn't take missing out on that, so she slipped out from under her shoulder strap and turned sideways in the seat with her back to the door. This allowed her to watch Beth full on and gave both Beth and myself a much better view.

Let me tell you, friend, it is tough to drive when two gorgeous women like this are driving you nuts by playing with and sucking on their own fantastic boobs!

Jess kept telling me to keep my eyes on the road. A hard thing to do. Then she looked at me and asked a question.

"So, what do you want right now?"

What I wanted was to pull over and fuck my wife hard, preferably from behind while she ate out her friend. Lately I've learned not to trust my cock, though, and didn't need an embarrassing incident of limp-dick. I went for second best.

"What I'd like", I answered, "is to have the two of you go ahead and get yourselves off for me as I drive. I want you to cum hard, both of you, so I can see it, hear it, and smell it."

A glance in the rear view mirror told me that I was at least going to get part of the show as Beth's pants were open and her hand had disappeared into her panties.

"Works for me!" Jess said. She pulled her skirt up over her waist and pulled the crotch of her panties aside exposing a tight-lipped, clean-shaved pussy. Her pink tongue came out and licked her fingers just before they went down to part and parted her pussy lips, exposing her clit.

Moments later both women had their cunts exposed and were working themselves over fast and furious. Beth's eyes kept going from Jess in the front seat, finger-fucking herself with one hand and squeezing her tits with the other, to the rear-view mirror where she could see my face. When Beth is turned on she gets really wet and if she is hot enough she will spurt her pussy juices. From the sounds she was making, and what I could see in the mirror, the car seat was soon going to be wet. 

Jess loved it. She was watching the same backseat show that I was, when I could spare time from the road that is. (Thank goodness that traffic was nearly non-existent!) Her juices were flowing freely and occasionally she would switch hands and lick her fingers.

Man, what a great show! To make it better, my usually limp dick had awoken with a vengeance. I was suddenly so hard I was in pain. The girls were so far gone I figured they wouldn't mind, even our lesbian friend. So I limbered up my belt and worked my short pants down my thighs without wrecking or even swerving very much.

To tell you the truth, I had hoped to jack off and cum with them, but it didn't work out that way. I was stroking my knob lightly when they came. There's no way I can tell you who came first, only that before it was over they were both yelling each others name and grinding their asses around on the seats.

Just like I had asked, I saw it, heard it, and smelled it. The van was full of the smell of pussy. Then things got quiet. 

I figured that I was out of luck. No way I was going to sit there and get off while they were both feeling exposed and embarrassed over a sudden flash of horniness. I started to work my shorts back up and my hard-on started to wither when Jess said to Beth, "We've got to help your hubby out, I think."

That brought my cock right back to life!

Beth maneuvered the rest of the way out of her jeans and shirt and then removed the tiny cargo net from between the front seats. Then she got on the floor and crawled between Jess and me. She reached into my lap and began stroking my dick. Slowly, the way I like it. 

"Would you like to cum in my mouth?" she asked. But before I could answer she asked another question.

"Or would you rather cum in Jess's mouth?" This was a question that I had an answer for! 

"Jess doesn't do cock." I said confidently.

"I've got a better idea!" Jess squealed. "Why don't you come in Beth's mouth now and in my pussy when we get home? Even I like a good hard cock from time-to-time. That is, if you don't mind, Beth."

By the time she had finished saying this Beth was already bobbing her beautiful face up and down on my cock. She broke suction only long enough to tell Jess that it sounded like a great plan to her. She gave my cock one more full length lick, and then stopped, turned to Jess and kissed her deeply. When she broke the kiss she asked Jess if she could eat my cum out of her pussy afterwards.

"I was hoping you'd think like that!" Jess answered, and gave my wife's tits a squeeze. "Now, suck his dick!"

Beth went back to work on my cock like she was starved for it. A few moments later I pulled the van over to the emergency lane so I wouldn't wreck when I shot my load into my loving wife's mouth while Jess fingered herself, and Beth, to another orgasm.

When we arrived home there was no talk, no teasing. We went straight back to the bedroom. Before I could get my boots off they were both nude and in bed kissing and sucking each others nipples. Their hands were exploring every inch of the others body. Knowing my body and my 'issues', I honestly didn't think that I'd be able to get it back up after the massive load I'd put down Beth's throat only thirty minutes before. I didn't count on the effects of watching two sexy women like my wife and her friend, or the effects of their words. Whether it was the effects of the testosterone injections or just the erotic scene before me, the results were the same. My dick felt as hard as stone; it was like being a teenager again! Now I won't sit here and lie to you. I've never been the product for pron. My erections measure out at a shade over seven inches on my best days. Girth is another matter. When I've got a solid hard-on I can't wrap my hand completely around it. Never had a complaint, though.

When I crawled up on the bed they had locked into a tight sixty-nine with Jess on top and her head towards the foot of the bed. Perfect. I lined up on that shaved pussy, said a prayer that I wouldn't get a cramp in my thighs, and pushed in when Beth lowered her head away for a moment. Jess's twat was like a hot quivering glove. She moaned loudly when my balls landed on her pussy lips and tossed back her mane of salt & pepper hair. I grabbed a big handful of her locks and pulled, hoping she liked it as much as Beth did. She did.

With me pulling her hair, Jess really couldn't get her mouth back to Beth's clit. Instead she used her well practiced fingers deep inside my wife while I slammed into her from behind. All the while I could feel my beloved's tongue lashing my scrotum and the fingertips of one hand occasionally touching my shaft as she rubbed her best friend's clit. With her other hand she pulled on Jess's nipple, twisting it unmercifully.

No guy is going to last long in such a situation, but I did my best. One-on-one I have a reputation of going forever. That was before my 'problem' though, and it had been quite a while since I had been in a threesome, and never with someone have I loved as much as Beth. So moments later when I felt my balls tighten, I gave them both warning that I was going to cum. I slammed Jess's pussy hard a few more times figuring I'd never be there again, and emptied myself as deeply as I could inside of her. It turned out that my timing was good enough. With Beth's hand work and my pounding, Jess exploded in a fantastic orgasm around my cock, milking the last of my juice into her sopping wet hole.

When I pulled out my half-hard dick fell right into my wife's mouth who sucked me clean of our combined cum. I then laid down beside them while Beth fulfilled her promise to clean my cum out of her friend. While that went on I took the opportunity to feast on two marvelous sets of breasts.

After they both had another orgasm or two we slept together for a few hours. With four hands and two mouths they got me rock hard again. This time, though it was my wife's turn to have cum eaten out of her pussy. Jess even sucked me clean just as Beth had. I kind of felt honored.

Since then the girls get together whenever they can. No, I've not been back inside Jess in any way. That's okay though. I get to watch and my beloved bride always takes care of her husband. I'm continuing the hormone therapy, too. From what the doctor tells me I can expect a complete recovery. That's good news considering how much Beth's libido has increased... and her desire for women.

I'll be back to tell you about that later.



My Wife's Best Friend



Laying his wife Jessica on the bed Tom began to kiss her neck, running his tongue all over. Gradually Tom moved lower down Jessica's body running his tongue around her belly button. Tom slid his hand under Jessica's shirt and cupped her firm breasts. Gently he squeezed them, kneading them with his hands, and began to run his tongue back up her body. He then began to suck her erect nipples as she moans softly and her breathing became quick and sharp. Tom reached between Jessica's legs which was warm and moist as he began to gently caress her clit. Tom slid down Jessica's body kissing it all the way and began to slurp up the juices that began to flow. Tom placed his fingers on Jessica's pussy and gently spread her lips apart. He then gently pressed his fingers and just as he was about to penetrate her she turned away and rolled on top of him. She grabbed a blindfold, placed it over his eyes and then grabbed some scarves and tied his arms to the bed. She then began to kiss him and then moved to his ear and whispered to relax and enjoy. She moved her lips slowly down his body and began to lick the head of his cock and then plunged his cock deep into her mouth. She began to suck harder than ever before and Tom was near orgasm. Then suddenly Jessica stopped and she left the room. 

A few minutes later Jessica returned. She climbed on top of him and guided his cock into her pussy. She began to moan as she raised and lowered herself on him keeping a slow steady rhythm. Tom felt something move over the top of his mouth and then he could taste pussy. It couldn't have been Jessica as she was busy riding his cock. The taste was different to what he was used to and he began to lick frantically. As he was doing this the pussy got wetter and wetter and he had to taste more so he forced his tongue inside.

Meanwhile Jessica had quickened her pace and was moaning loudly. 

The girl sitting on his face began to moan softly and her juices began to ooze out from between her legs covering his face. She began to rock backwards and forwards forcing his tongue further inside her and Tom could hear both girls moaning loudly. Tom felt himself building up to orgasm and within a few minutes he exploded inside Jessica.

Jessica lifted herself off of Tom's cock, at the same time the girl on his faced moved too.

Tom was straddled once again and he could feel a warm liquid covering his mouth. He realized that this was Jessica and began to suck his own cum from her soaking wet pussy. Jessica began to rock her body each time pouring more juices into his mouth.

The mystery person was on Tom's cock which had become rock hard again. This pussy was much tighter than Jessica's and he could hear the girl gasp as his cock was slowly swallowed up. Tom began to pump his hips and his cock began to slide more freely inside.

Jessica removed the blindfold and as his eyes adjusted to the light he saw Sarah, his wife's best friend. Sarah was completely naked and was bouncing up and down on his cock. Her dark brown hair was draped all over her face and she looked as though she was enjoying every minute. He could see her tits which were about the same size as Jessica's bouncing as she moved up and down. Jessica and Sarah looked at each other and began to passionately kiss each other. .

Jessica untied Tom from the bed. Sarah began to move slowly down Jessica's body until she reached her pussy. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick Jessica's crotch.

Seeing Sarah bent over with her ass in the air, Tom knew he had to have it. He then rammed his cock into Sarah's ass and fucked her hard and fast until she had an intense orgasm. The girls switched positions and Jessica began to lick Sarah's pussy. Tom now saw that Jessica had her ass in the air and slammed his cock into her ass. Jessica gasped with shock as Tom inserted the length of his cock into her. All three of them were now moaning and just as Tom was about to cum he pulled out from Jessica's ass and shoved his cock in Sarah's mouth. She took all of his cum and swallowed. 

Jessica began to lick Tom's ass and gradually pushed her finger inside him. Slowly she moved it in and out and Tom began to moan softly. Tom felt his cock become stiffer and rolled onto his back. Both girls began to suck and lick his cock at the same time. He was ready to cum again and shot his load all over both of their faces. They both looked at each other and began to lick the cum from each other. Once they were both clean all three lay on the bed next to each other on the bed and decided that they all had a great time and they should all meet up again sometime to do it again.



My Wife's Best Friend



Whoa!

When I stepped naked from the bathroom and strode into the living room of our small apartment, as I did every morning, I was shocked to discover that my wife, Brooke, was not the only one sitting on the couch in the living room. Beside her sat her best friend, Nikki, and, wow, was I giving her an eyeful!

Besides my slim and somewhat muscular body, I was showing a shrunken four-inch version of my eight-inch long cock which I knew was four inches more than my wife was comfortable with me showing her best friend.

Doing a one-eighty, I headed back into the bathroom, admittedly showing them my ass but, appropriately, shielding their view of my dick. I darted back the way I had come as quickly as possible.

Giggling female laughter followed me into the bathroom and through the quickly closed door. At least my wife was laughing and not yelling, I realized. She was a pretty easygoing lady but I feared I might have accidentally crossed a line with that one. So, I was relieved.

I went to grab my robe and discovered that it was not where I usually left it. Damn! I had obviously used it at an earlier time and not brought it back. I considered wrapping a towel around my waist but, deciding that more coverage was in order, I instead shouted to my wife through the door, "Brooke? Can you get my robe?"

More laughter filtered through the door and then I heard, "Sure, James. Hang on, babe."

After a moment the door opened and Brooke's tossed me my robe. We lived in Florida so it was not a big terry cloth sort of thing; instead it was a very light and very thin dark blue robe. Still, it covered me better than a towel would have. I put it on, cinched the belt firmly so I wouldn't accidentally give anyone another show, and tried venturing out into the living room again.

My wife was standing in the center of our small living room, smiling at me, while her friend, Nikki, sat on the couch where I had last seen her. Both women wore plain tee shirts, my wife's yellow and Nikki's orange, sandals, and denim cutoffs. We lived near the beach so it was a look I saw all the time.

"You could have warned me that we had company," I complained.

She smiled at me again. She had a killer smile. She said, "I did, but obviously you didn't hear me over the sound of the shower."

Nikki volunteered, "I wasn't offended, James, if that's what you're worried about." She had a little smirk on her lips.

"See? No harm done. I'm going to take a shower before Nikki and I head out to the beach." Gesturing to the couch across from Nikki, Brooke added, "Can you be a doll and keep her company until I get out?"

"Sure," I said. I couldn't deny Brooke anything. 

Brooke is what most men would call their dream girl. Five-three, one-ten, big brown eyes, long blond hair, and perfectly-formed firm full c-cup tits. She was slim, but not bony, tanned, but not too dark. She had full pouty lips and a cute little nose. She looked like the girl next door and a, albeit short, supermodel at the same time. Personality-wise, she was vivacious, confident, and naturally sexy. Overall, she was just the cutest damn thing in the whole world.

How I had gotten so lucky as to get her to marry me was a mystery. Sure, I guess some considered me attractive. I was moderately in shape and, though I didn't have a lot of money, I had no problem with anything Brooke wanted us to do.

For example, just the day before, we had gone to dinner and a play. The stupid play was so fucking boring, but I didn't give a shit. Brooke looked beautiful in her red dress, which had cost us half our monthly income to purchase. It was worth every damn penny.

In fact, that's why it was ten in the morning and I was just then showering; we had gotten home so late.

"Great," she replied, giving me a quick kiss and slipping into the bathroom.

I took a deep breath and gave Nikki a wry smile.

She smiled back at me a genuine toothy grin and asked, "You're not coming with us?"

"Nah," I said, sitting on the couch across from her. Our apartment was small. In fact, it contained only four rooms; the bathroom, living room, kitchen, and bedroom. I considered heading to the bedroom to throw on some clothes but I figured that would be rude to Nikki. Besides, Brooke asked me to keep her company and spending half that time in the bedroom hunting for clothes did not qualify. "I'm just going to relax and play some video games. You heading for the beach a little early aren't you?"

She shook her head and said, "No, we like to spend time talking and if we go too late we can't stay as long because the sun gets too strong."

"So you go to the beach to talk, not get a tan?" I asked as I heard the shower begin to run in the bathroom.

She laughed, "Yeah, and meet guys."

"Oh?" I asked, wondering if I should be concerned about Brooke's time at the beach.

Nikki could see my concern. She said, "Don't worry, Brooke's not looking. She's already met a great guy. I'm the only one looking to hook up."

I was relived and accepted the compliment with only a smile. I asked, "You aren't seeing Chet anymore?"

She held up her hand to her forehead with her thumb and forefinger in the shape of an L. "Loser," she said.

I laughed and then asked, "What did he do?"

She thought about that for a second and then said, "Well, like most guys I've gone out with, he was much more concerned with coming on me than coming with me."

I coughed, nearly choking on my own tongue. Nikki was always surprising me with her brazenness. Quickly collecting myself, I finally managed to say, "You just need to pick better guys."

"Yeah," she replied, thoughtfully. There was a moment of silence between us and then Nikki said, "I'm a little bummed you're not coming with us."

"Oh?"

She nodded and said, "Can you help me with something?"

"Sure, I guess," I said, not really knowing what she was going to ask, but glad to help her.

Nikki had always been nice to me. She was the maid of honor at our wedding and I trusted her implicitly, as did Brooke. Now, I knew that Brooke considered herself the pretty one and Nikki her 'ugly' friend. But, if Nikki were ugly in anyone's book it would only be in comparison to Brooke. 

Nikki was wild and fun-loving but considerate and trustworthy. She was also gorgeous in her own right. Her five-nine, one-forty frame was svelte and very fit without a single ounce of fat on her. She had brown eyes, long brown hair, and cute little b-cup tits. Her skin was dark from all the time in the sun. Her best feature, though, was her smile.

Rewarding me with a big smile, she said. "Great, because Brooke doesn't do it right."

"She doesn't do what right?"

Nikki stood up and said, 'Let me show you." She grabbed the bottom on her tee shirt and pulled it up and off, over her head. She tossed it onto the couch beside her beige beach bag. 

The bikini top she wore under her tee shirt was white with wide golden horizontal stripes. It was held together in front by white strings tied into a bow. The top covered her tits completely but for a little bit of cleavage in between.

My cock stirred under my robe at the sight of her beautiful tanned skin and flat firm stomach. I didn't know what she was going to do next, but I also knew that I needed to stop her. With my wife in the shower I didn't want Nikki to do something that might ruin our friendship or my marriage. "Nikki, I-"

"Do you like my bikini?" she asked.

The top was not that flattering on her but her body was so sexy I said, "You look great, but-"

"So, look at this," she said as she turned her back to me. "See how my shoulders and back are more red than tanned?"

"Not really," I said. I couldn't see a difference. Her skin was nicely tanned all over and I couldn't see a flaw anywhere on her body. My hardening cock could testify to that. I tried to keep it down but my rising desire for my wife's best friend forced me to sit up and try to hide it, lest she see it tenting my robe. 

"Well, it must have gone away after last time, but Brooke doesn't cover my back and shoulders correctly. I always get burned," she explained.

"Oh," I said, relieved. So that's what Brooke did wrong.

Nikki retrieved a bottle of suntan lotion from her bag on the couch and, handing it to me, she softly asked, "So, I was wondering if you'd do me?"

I assumed the double-entendre was accidental on her part but her words forced me to think about what it would be like to really do her; fuck her. My cock was fully hard under my robe. I sat up straighter, tipping my dick down even more so it didn't tent my robe. "I'd be happy to," I said as I took the bottle, really meaning it as the thought of sliding my hard cock into Nikki overwhelmed me.

Nikki turned around and, instead of sitting beside me on the couch, she backed up, her ass clad in her denim shorts only a foot from my face, and slowly sat down on the edge of the couch between my legs. She gathered her long brown hair and pulled it forward across her chest, exposing her back to me completely.

I scooted back to let her sit down and, though I lifted my hard dick out of the way with my hand I had no where to put it that it wouldn't bump into her. Mine was the type that stood out and didn't bend without pain. She sat too far back for me to hide it and so I held onto it with my left hand. She couldn't see me so I just held it.

Nikki's smelled of vanilla and her tanned shoulder's looked silky smooth, the skin flawless. I longed to touch her, take her, fuck her, but I dared not even give the slightest indication of my attraction for her, lest she tell Brooke and ruin my marriage. I had no intention of letting that happen.

She turned her head and looked at my face. She asked, "Is there a problem?"

"No," I said reflexively, one hand holding the bottle of lotion and the other holding up my throbbing prick so it didn't press against her back or ass.

She smiled at me and slowly said, "Well then, please, James. Take what's in your hand and rub that cream into my skin. I need it so badly and I hope you can finish before your wife gets out of the shower."

Was she being deliberately provocative? Was she aware of how her words were turning me on? Was she testing me or was she teasing me? Or was she completely unaware of the effect she was having on me? 

I realized that there was no way I was going to be able to use the bottle and hold onto my dick at the same time. I leaned back as far as I could and gently released my hard throbbing cock. It pressed against her denim shorts and I hoped like hell she didn't notice.

I took the bottle and squirted a liberal amount in the palm of my hand. The bikini top she wore tied in the front and so had a loop behind her neck and a strip across the middle of her back. I pressed my hand to her upper back, spreading the lotion across her smooth tanned flesh.

"Oh, that's cold," she complained. 

"Sorry," I said, moving my hands across her skin to warm up the lotion and help it coat her evenly. I wanted to touch her so badly and here I was caressing her back with my hands. My cock throbbed with anticipation at the thought of fucking her, which I knew would never happen.

"Mmm, that's better," she cooed, leaning back a bit into my hands. "Now do my lower back, please."

I deposited some more lotion into my hand. I used both hands to warm it before I reached down between us and spread it down her lower back to her denim shorts. My cock throbbed as it pressed against her butt and I was glad she didn't notice. I felt so wicked at the closeness of my cock to her, separated only by my thin robe and her denim shorts.

"I need it lower than that," she complained as she stood up. 

She quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her denim shorts before shimmying them down over her firm ass. The bottom of her swimsuit, which she wore under her shorts, was a little large for a modern bikini. It road up a good two inches above her pubic hairline and it actually dropped into a little skirt about three inches long. In color the bottom matched the top, white with gold horizontal stripes. As she bent over, to finish taking off her shorts, I could see that the underside of the bikini was white and it covered her pussy completely.

I wanted to stop her, interrupt her, or do anything that might get me out of that situation but I couldn't. The prospect of her sitting her cute little ass down on the couch in front of me made my cock rock hard and my throat close up at any objection I might have been able to come up with. The sound of the shower was loud in my ears.

"There!" Nikki said as she kicked her pants onto the other couch where they landed beside her bag. Without even glancing back at me she backed up and sat down where she had been sitting; right there between my legs. However, this time, she sat back an extra few inches.

Had I not pulled my throbbing cock up against my stomach inside my robe she would have sat full on it. "Oh god," I whispered to myself as I took a deep breath. However, instead of calming my nerves I breathed in the scent of her, vanilla and suntan lotion. It just made me want to touch her even more.

"Come on," she urged. "Put some of that cream on my lower back, James. Really get it down there, you know?"

Again my cock pressed against her back as I tried to tip my hips up, so it didn't press so hard against her and feel so obvious to her. I squirted a small amount of lotion into my hands and rubbed them down to the small of her back. Her skin was smooth and the muscles firm beneath my hands.

"Ooh, that tickles," Nikki giggled as she swished her ass from side to side, rubbing it against the underside of my engorged prick.

Only the thin material of my robe and the slightly thicker material of her bikini separated us. Surely she could feel my cock as it rested between her ass cheeks. She had to know what she was doing to me. Still, I dared not bring attention to it. 

"Sorry," I said as I quickly finished applying the suntan lotion to her lower back. I wanted to grab my cock again, which refused to go down no matter how much I tried to will it to. However, Nikki had pressed her butt back full against me, trapping my rod in the valley of her ass. To get my cock out was only possible by pushing her away and I couldn't bring myself to do that.

Nikki said, "Don't be sorry. You're doing great. I just need you to put some on my shoulders and I'll leave you alone."

I didn't want her to leave me alone, I wanted to fuck her. But, really, with Brooke in the shower that was not an option. I needed to get this done as quickly as possible. I could only image what my wife would say at seeing us like this on the couch.

I squirted some more lotion into my hands. I ran my hands quickly up the back of her neck and down over her shoulders. "All done," I said, finally getting a hold of my senses, despite the insistent throbbing of my cock against her cute little ass.

Nikki slowly leaned forward a bit and stood up. Her ass ran up the underside of my cock. I was sure she could feel the length and breadth of it but she didn't say a thing as she then stood up fully, grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion I had placed on the couch beside us, and walked to her bag on the couch.

I sat up, tipping my cock down again between my legs so that it didn't tent my robe. There was no way I was going to mention it or show my excitement to her. She certainly felt it with her ass but if she wasn't going to say anything, I sure as hell wasn't.

She turned and smiled at me. She kicked off her sandals and spread her arms, striking an open pose for me, and asked, "So, you like my bikini?"

I didn't really care much for the bikini but looking at her cute sexy, and deeply tanned, body I said, "You look great!" I thought to myself, 'good enough to eat.' I had an overwhelming urge to push her back onto the couch and take her right there. My cock throbbed with desire. Thankfully, I resisted.

At that moment the water of the shower shut off and, two seconds later, the bathroom door opened.

I thought for sure I was dead. I whipped my head around and saw my beautiful wife standing in the doorway wearing her new swimsuit, her hands on her hips. The top of the bikini was a light peach color with big triangles to cover her tits, a long string across the middle to show a lot of cleavage, and a tie in the back. The bottom was also light peach. It rose to just above her pubic hairline and was tied on each side with a bow. Her hair was dry.

Brooke asked, "What's going on out here?"

I was speechless. I felt like I had been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. My hard cock throbbed under my robe with desire for Nikki as I searched for something to say. The shock over Brook's sudden appearance began to wilt my hardness quite a bit.

Thankfully, Nikki answered, "I was showing James my swimsuits."

"Oh, really?" Brooke asked as she came around and sat down beside me.

My cock was halfway deflated at that point. I wondered where all of my blood had gone because I could feel that it wasn't in my face, either. I forced myself to lean back and try to look relaxed since my dick was finally soft enough to bend down and not tent my robe.

"Which one did he pick?" my wife asked.

"He said he likes the one I have on," Nikki replied, performing her open pose again so Brooke could get a good look.

Brooke looked at me and asked, "James, you like that one better than the pink one?"

I was relieved that my wife was not upset with me about ogling her friend and was more concerned about the fashion of the swimsuits. "What pink one?" I asked.

Looking at Nikki, Brooke said, "Try on the pink one so he can see how it looks on you."

Nikki nodded and pulled the strings between her breasts, loosening the top.

I said, "Whoa! You can change in our bedroom, you know."

Brooke said, "James, don't be rude." Then to Nikki she said, "Don't mind him, honey. You'd think he'd never seen a naked woman before. We're all friends here."

Nikki smiled and pulled her top off. Her breasts were small and firm, the nipples pointing right at me. She had very light tan lines covering her breasts from a bikini smaller than the one she had just removed.

I felt my cock begin to rise. I thought about trying to hide it again but decided that, hell, any embarrassment I might cause would really be Brooke's fault for thinking I would not get a hard-on for her sexy friend getting naked right in front of me. I knew it was a risky decision but I felt bold after Brooke had accused me of being rude for suggesting that Nikki should change in the bedroom. I was going to teach her a lesson.

Nikki hooked her fingers into the bottom of the bikini and very slowly pushed it down over her hips and down her legs. The left side of her lower abdomen bore a tattoo in the shape of a star. Her pussy had a small triangle of dark hair above her clean-shaven slit. 

She looked beautiful and my cock began to tent my robe. I didn't try to hide it that time, though I glanced at Brooke to see if she noticed yet. I couldn't tell, as she too watched her friend undress in front of us.

Nikki put on the pink top, reaching behind her back to tie it off. The small triangles of material barely covered her tan lines. Then she put on the bottom, tying each side into a bow. She turned around and showed us that it was a thong that went up her ass, separating her cheeks and it had only a small triangle of material that sent the straps off to either hip. The little dimples just above her ass were the last ingredients that pushed my cock to full hardness.

When she turned around and looked at us, Nikki smiled and pointed to the front of my robe, which rode up so high from my erect cock that she could almost see my balls, and said, "I think 'little James' approves."

Brooke laughed heartily at that as she looked at the tent in my robe.




My Wife's Best Friend



I smiled, much relieved that my wife wasn't upset. Even though I rationalized that any embarrassment would be her fault, I also realized that she might not see it that way.

Nikki nodded and smiled too. "So, James, am I to understand that you like this swimsuit better?"

I nodded and said, "You look great in whatever you wear, but, yeah, this one is better."

"Aren't you sweet," Nikki replied.

Brooke asked, "So, James, you didn't get hard when Nikki was in that other bikini?"

I ran the scenario through my mind. If I said 'yes', there would be questions. So, I decided to lie. I shouldn't have but I did. I said, "No."

"No?" Brooke asked. "Not even a little?"

Deciding a grain of truth could help I said, "Well, maybe a little."

Nikki said, "That's not what I felt!"

"Felt?" Brooke asked.

Nikki nodded and said, "I sat in front of him as he rubbed suntan lotion on my back and let me tell you, it wasn't a little hard, it was as hard as a steel pipe."

"Oh was it now?" Brooke asked, looking at me accusingly.

I couldn't believe that Nikki had said that. I knew my marriage was in trouble and I didn't know what to say. I had not planned to ever let her know that I had gotten an erection for Nikki while she had been in the shower. I stammered, "Well, I-"

Brooke laughed. I was confused a bit but then she patted my knee and said, "We both know she's sexy. I'm getting excited myself. There's no need to hide it."

Then Nikki said, "You know, the way that robe is riding up, it looks like 'little James' is a bit bigger than what I saw earlier."

"Oh, it is," Brooke assured her. "Isn't it, babe?" she asked me.

I said, "Yeah, I guess so." I didn't think eight inches was really that big. It was thick and long enough to just touch the bottom of Brooke's cunt, so I was happy with it but it wasn't one of those monster dicks you see online.

"Would you like to see it?" Brooke asked Nikki.

"What?" I blurted, not really believing what I had just heard. Surely my wife had not just offered to show my dick to her best friend. The thought made my dick even harder.

"Is that a problem?" Brooke asked me. "Are you getting shy on me now?"

I had been trying to teach Brooke a lesson and now, well, this was getting serious. It was one thing to talk about how big my dick was under my robe; that was weird enough. But to actually deliberately show it to her best friend was taking the conversation into unknown territory. "No," I said, "It's just that, well, -"

"Look," Nikki said, her bottom lip stuck out in the cutest little pout. "I've already seen it once. Besides, I showed you mine, but now you won't show me yours?"

Though she had a good point, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Brooke wanted to show her friend my hard cock and Nikki wanted to see it. It was, after all, my wife who was asking me to show it. I couldn't be concerned about her feelings if it was her idea, I reasoned. I shrugged, took a deep breath, leaned back even more, and said, "Take a look!" 

Brooke reached for my robe. Her delicate fingers grabbed the outside flap and pulled it off the tent that protruded from my groin, only to find the other flap also covering it. She reached down and slowly pulled that one aside as well, releasing the material with a flick so it opened fully.

Nikki studied me intently, her eyes glued to my cock. She even took a step forward and bent down a bit to get a better view. She licked her lips.

My cock stood tall and proud as it pulsed and throbbed with desire for Nikki. It was eight inches long and three fingers wide, the head flaring only slightly wider than the shaft. 

From Nikki's angle, she saw from the head all way to my balls, which made it look even bigger. Nikki said softly, "Nice one!"

Brooke smiled as she looked at her friend and said, "Yeah, I think so. He really knows how to use it to."

That made me proud, of course. I smiled at that but nobody was looking at my face. The thought of my wife showing me off to her friend made me so even hornier.

"Does he?" Nikki asked.

"Oh, yes," my wife said, as she wrapped her small fingers around my thick shaft. "He lasts a really long time, too. Don't you, babe?"

"Huh?" I asked, lost in the moment and just barely aware that I had been asked a question.

"You can last a really long time, don't you think?" she said, as her hand stroked up my shaft, pulling some pre-seminal fluid onto the head.

I swallowed hard and nodded. "I guess so," I replied.

Nikki smiled as she stood back up straight and said to Brooke, "Longer than Chet?"

Brooke laughed and said, "Yeah. From what you tell me, about ten times longer."

"Yeah, right," Nikki said skeptically, "I've never been with a man that could last that long. I don't know if I believe you."

Brooke thought about that for a moment, nodding slowly as she absently slowly stroking my hard prick with her little fist. Then she said to Nikki, "Well, you know, I think I'm going to have to take care of this before we go to the beach."

Nikki nodded and said, "Yeah, looks like I started a little fire in James' pants. That is, if he were wearing any."

Brooke laughed at that.

Nikki asked, "So, do you want me to wait outside?"

Brooke shook her head and replied, "No, I was thinking that you could stay and watch, if you want to see how long he can last. Besides, you created it. That is, of course, unless it would make you uncomfortable."

I didn't know if Brooke intended to give me a blowjob or to have sex with me, but, either way, I was stunned that she would invite her friend to watch. Stunned, but also very aroused. I didn't say a fucking word.

Nikki smiled and said, "Oh, I'd love to stay and see that." Then she looked at me and said, "Is that alright with you, James?"

I tried not to smile; I really did. I couldn't help it. I smiled at her and said, "More than alright, Nikki." 

I regretted saying it as soon as the words left my mouth. I thought for sure that Brooke would pitch a fit. But, instead, she stroked my cock as she said to both of us, "Good. See? Like I said, we're all friends here."

I held my breath, not knowing where this was going and not wanting to break the spell. I just knew at any moment Brooke would stop and tell Nikki to go in the other room. I found I liked her watching me. I liked Brooke showing me off. I surprised myself a bit with that revelation.

Brooke kissed me as she continued to stroke my throbbing cock in her fist. Her mouth opened and she teased me with her tongue. She pulled back slightly and asked, "Does watching Nikki turn you on, James? Do you think she's hot?"

I nodded as I gazed into my wife's beautiful brown eyes. We had already established that, so I didn't even consider lying in the state I was in. I also realized that Nikki could hear us.

Brooke smiled her little mischievous smiled at me and turned her face toward my crotch. She blew her warm breath across the head of my prick.

I looked at Nikki who was looking down at her friend, my wife, and my raging hard-on. I could see that she was breathing heavily and her nipples clearly dented the material of her little pink bikini top. 

Brooke kissed the head of my cock and then took it between her lips. She swirled her tongue around and around the flaring head as she pressed her mouth down my shaft. She began slowly stroking my prick with her lips, dropping them lower and lower on each stroke until she was sucking seven of my eight inches into her face again and again.

I groaned in pleasure and caressed my wife's bare back. Not able to see her working on my lap because of the blond hair falling in the way, I stared at Nikki. Brooke had brushed her hair toward me so Nikki could get a good look at what she was doing to my prick.

Nikki said, "Oh my god, how do you get it in so deep?"

Brooke lifted off my prick and said, "I open my throat a little, like I'm swallowing it."

"I can't get more than five inches in my mouth without gagging, especially if it's that thick."

Brooke said "Here, come sit down and I'll teach you," gesturing to the other side of me. Then, as Nikki sat beside me, Brooke asked me, "Is it okay if I let Nikki suck your dick a little bit?"

Never in a million years would I have ever thought that my wife would ask me something like that. I tried to hide my excitement and said as politely and relaxed as I could, "Sure. I'd love that."

Brooke smiled at me and said, "I thought you might."

With my wife holding the base of my cock in her fist, Nikki bent toward my crotch, her brown hair falling down around her face. I could feel her cool breath on my hot prick just before her lips captured the head. While Brooke's mouth was always warm, Nikki's, initially, was cool. She pressed her head down, swallowing my already-slick cock into her mouth and down her throat in one long stroke, her lips lost in my public hair in my pubic hair and brushing my balls.

Brooke, who had to release my cock to let her best friend take it all into her mouth, laughed. She said, "Five inches, my ass!"

Nikki gagged a bit, pulled her head up and coughed. Then she said, "You taught me well."

Both girls laughed at that. I didn't really give a shit either way, as long as they kept sucking my dick.

Nikki sucked up my cock again, and began stroking the entire eight inches with her mouth. Her hair brushed against my stomach and thighs as she bobbed her head in my lap.

I was in heaven. I loved the feel of her lips running up and down my shaft as well as the squeezing of the head in the back of her throat. I ran my right hand across Nikki's back. Her skin was cool to the touch while my wife's skin under my left hand was warm.

Brooke pulled my robe fully open, ran her hands up my hairy chest, and kissed me. She asked, "Is she sucking it good?"

I groaned and said, "Fuck yeah!" I was not trying to hide my pleasure from her in any sort of attempt to protect her feelings. I just hoped she didn't ask me who gave a better blowjob.

Nikki gagged again on my prick and sat up, breathing heavily. 

Brooke took my dick into her mouth again, bobbing her head atop my lap with long rhythmical strokes. Her blonde hair flailed about as she sucked and I found myself wishing that she could take it as deep as Nikki did. Still, it felt wonderful.

I ran my hand up to the back of Nikki's head, pulled her toward me, and kissed her. She had really given an effort at sucking my dick and I felt so appreciative toward her. Her mouth was wet from the blowjob and she kissed me back passionately, driving her tongue into my mouth. It felt so surreal to kiss my wife's best friend as my wife sucked my cock.

Nikki ran her hands across my chest as we kissed. At the same time, Brooke pulled off my cock and ran her lips down the underside of my prick to my balls. She licked at them as she stroked my wet dick in her fist. It was ecstasy.

I didn't know my limitations. This was supposed to be a blowjob lesson but I already found myself kissing Nikki. While I was normally cautious when it came to knowing the limits and not hurting Brooke's feelings, in that moment I was overcome with passion. I took my left hand, which had been caressing Brooke's back, encouraging her to suck my cock deeper, and instead cupped Nikki's right breast, the thin pink material of the bikini covering the nipple.

In the back of my mind I halfway expected Nikki and Brooke to pitch a fit and tell me what a bad person I was for thinking I could turn a blowjob lesson into a threesome. Much to my relief, that didn't happen. Instead, Nikki moaned into my mouth and Brooke resumed sucking my cock deep in hers.

I rolled Nikki's little nipple between my fingers through the thin fabric of her pink bikini. The little bud was hard with excitement. She was as turned on as I was, moaning her appreciation into my mouth.

Nikki pulled her bikini to the side, exposing her nipple to my probing fingers. There was no doubt about where she wanted this to go. If Brooke wanted this to stop she was going to have a hard time of it.

I cupped her warm tit in my hand. The hard little nipple bored into my palm as I squeezed and kneaded her small breast with my fingers. Not only smaller than Brooke's but different; after marrying Brooke I never imaged I'd ever feel another woman's tits again.

I broke the kiss and glanced down at Brooke as she lifted off my cock again. She whipped her fist up and down my engorged prick. She looked at me with lust in her eyes. I was glad that there was not a hint of anger.

Nikki boldly took my head in her hands, turned me to face her, knelt up on the couch, tugged the other cup of her bikini aside, and stuck her left tit into my mouth.

I knew that if Brooke had a problem she would have said something by then, so I opened my mouth, sucked as much of Nikki's tender tit-flesh between my open lips as I could, and swirled my tongue around the little nipple. She tasted salty and her skin, though still cool, was warming. Her tits were small and firm between my lips, the nipple hard as a pebble.

"Oh, yeah, suck my fucking tits," Nikki gasped.

I had always known her to have a mouth on her but I was about to discover just how nasty Nikki could talk. It turned me on. Brooke sometimes spoke dirty to me but I would have preferred it even dirtier.

Brooke's hand still stroked my cock but her face appeared beside mine as she sucked Nikki's right tit between her lips and sucked hard at it.

It was so surreal to me that my wife and I were both sucking on Nikki's tits; who had just a moment ago been nothing more to me than my wife's best friend. Now, we were both sucking on her nipples. I had no idea that Brooke swung that way. She had never indicated that to me in the past. Was it just in that moment or was it a more wide-reaching thing?

"That feels so fucking good," Nikki sighed, her hands behind both of our heads.

I reached back to Brooke's crotch and pushed her bikini aside. She was kneeling on the couch beside me and her slit was wet. I felt for her clit and found it slick and hard with excitement. She was my wife and I didn't want there to be any illusions that I was exclusively concentrating on Nikki, despite the fact that she was so new to me.

Brooke, moaned at my touch, and rose up on her knees on the couch. She leaned in and kissed Nikki on the mouth right above me. She kissed her as passionately as she usually kissed me and, though there might have been a little twinge of jealousy, it was a huge turn-on.

Still sucking on Nikki's nipple, I caressed up her thigh to her bikini-clad pussy with my free hand, only to find Brooke's hand already there. I pulled my head back and watched my wife rub her best friend's pussy through her pink bikini thong. I got the distinct impression that this was not the first time for them. Had my wife been cheating on me with her best friend during our one year of marriage? Did I consider it cheating if it was with another woman?

Brooke broke the kiss and said to me, "Lay down so she can sit on your face."

I said, "Really?" I knew it was a stupid question. She was the one who had just told me to do it. I was just so surprised that she would tell me something like that I couldn't help but ask.

Brooke smiled at me and put her little hand on my chest, attempting to push me onto my back.

I could have stopped her, but I didn't. She was the one asking me to do it so I tried to push any concerns I might have to the back of my mind. I found that I liked her being a little controlling. That's not to say I wanted to be tied up or anything, but her aggressiveness turned me on.

Nikki stood up, giving me room to lie down. She looked down at me. She said, "Do you want to lick my slutty pussy, James? Do you want me to sit my nasty slit right down on your fucking face?"

Brooke, kneeling on the floor behind Nikki, told me, "Show her how good you are, babe. Eat her like you eat me." Then I felt her wrapped her lips around my cock and resume sucking my prick.

I smiled up at Nikki. I loved hearing the nasty words and I did want to eat her pussy as Brooke instructed me. I looked up into her eyes and told her, "Sit on my face, Nikki. I want to taste you."

I could see the lust register in her eyes at my words. She turned her back to me and straddled my face. I tugged the crotch of her pink bikini bottom to the side and looked at her clean pink asshole above her inverted slit. I quickly examined her and realized that her slit was definitely waxed; no razor bumps or stray hairs. Her whole mound was puffy and ruddy with excitement; her inner lips were swollen and flowering out, her dew on them glistening in the sunlight that streamed into the room.

I didn't tease her. I could see she was beyond that already. I extended my tongue, making solid direct contact with the bottom of her slit, from my perspective, and licked up he pussy all the way up to her fuckhole where I let my tongue dip in just enough to taste her fuck juices.

"Mmm," she purred as she fell forward and took my cock into her mouth as Brooke dropped lower to tease my balls with her tongue. 

I grabbed Nikki's ass to encourage her to lower her pussy more firmly to my face, though keeping my thumb hooked into her bikini so it didn't slip back into place and block my access. With her slit rotated up so she could lie down and suck my cock, I could only reach her clit with my mouth, so she might as well press it down hard against my lips, I reasoned.

As the two hot women took turns sucking my cock and licking my balls, I sucked Nikki's clit and much of the surrounding pussy-flesh into my mouth. I gently but firmly began stroking the slick bud with my tongue.

"God yes, suck my fucking clit," Nikki hissed.

"Eat her good, babe," Brooke encouraged.

I was still amazed that Brooke was actually telling me to do that. I had not seen it coming and I didn't know how long it would last. I told myself to relax and enjoy it as much as possible. If I ended up doing something that Brooke didn't like, well, she'd just have to live with it, because I didn't know if I could have stopped myself at that point.

The two women sucked my cock like porn stars. They took turns but sometimes would both run their lips up and down either side of my shaft. I could feel them kissing each other around the head. It felt so good; so sexy; so naughty. I found myself wishing I could see it as well as feel it.

I ate Nikki's pussy and enjoyed the girls sucking my cock for at least fifteen minutes. I rarely came from receiving a blowjob but I was surprised that Nikki hadn't come yet as Brooke would have come three times by then. I was becoming concerned. I needed to discover the secret to making Nikki come by trying something else.

I pushed Nikki forward a bit and lifted my head. I pressed my tongue as deeply into her cunt as I could, scraping the walls with my tongue.

"Yeah," she shouted, "Fuck me with your nasty tongue."

Nikki sat up on my face and I laid my head back down. I used my thumb to rub her clit, which was just above my chin, as I extended my tongue as far up into her cunt as I could. With my other hand I pushed her ass away from me and, just as she was about to get off, I pulled her down on my face.

I had surprised Nikki because I heard her say to Brooke, "Oh shit, he wants me to ride his fucking face."

"Do it," Brooke said simply as I felt her straddle my lap, her soft calves against my hips and her hands on my chest. 

Brooke's cunt dropped down around my cock, fitting down around my meaty dagger like a sheath that was designed just for it. I could have fucked a hundred women blindfolded and I would have been able to identify my wife's cunt out of all of them. We fit perfectly together. Her bikini was pulled to the side and I could feel the material travel down the left side of my dick.




My Wife's Best Friend



Looking up I only had sight of Nikki's firm ass, her asshole at my nose, and some of her back. However, I also caught glimpses of arm movements up there and I knew that they were kissing each other and, from the sounds I heard, they were also sucking at each other's tits. Again, I didn't mind at all. The thought of it, if not the actual sight, turned me on like crazy.

Nikki began moving her body up and down, fucking my tongue. I held it as deep and rigid as I could for her to fuck. Some men may not have liked doing that because of the smell, taste, or sensation of being smothered, but I absolutely loved it.

At the same time, Brooke began stroking her perfectly formed tight pussy up and down my cock in rhythm with Nikki's movements, fucking me. "His cock feels so good inside me," Brooke told Nikki.

"He has a long fucking tongue," Nikki replied as she built up speed. I encouraged her to go faster and harder on my face. She took the hint.

After a few moments, Brooke again matched Nikki's rhythm and they were both pounding down on my body in sync. In the back of my mind I wondered if the couch could take the pounding.

"Oh, god, yes," Nikki cried out.

Both women were trying to pound my body through the couch, but I loved it. My day had gone from a lazy shower to having my wife's pussy pounding down around my raging cock and her best friend's pussy fucking my tongue. It was almost frightening but I loved it. I felt so wanted.

I breathed on every upstroke and continued to rub Nikki's clit with my thumb while she fucked my face. Then, with the hand on her ass, I used my finger to first tease her little asshole and then to slip it inside to the first knuckle.

"Oh you nasty, fuck, I'm going to come!" Nikki cried out.

"Keep it up, babe," Brooke encouraged.

I smiled to myself in triumph that I was finally going to be make Nikki come. I had gotten complacent over the last year, knowing Brooke as well as I did. I was proud that I still had the skills to try different things until I managed to hit on the right combination to make the magic happen.

Nikki slammed her pussy down on my face once, twice, three more times and then she came. She pressed down hard against me cutting off my air as she moaned and gasped in orgasm. She was quiet when she came, the only time she didn't have something to say.

Brooke continued to pound her cunt down around my cock until she too came, shouting at the top of her lungs as she often did, "I'm coming!"

Both women ground their pussies firmly down against me. I reveled in it. My cock was humming nicely with Brooke's sweet cunt spasming around it in orgasm. I could feel her juices running down my balls. Though I couldn't breathe I knew from swimming in the ocean a lot that I could hold my breath for nearly two minutes, so I let Nikki enjoy herself. I pulled my tongue from her dripping snatch, her juices running freely into my mouth, and licked delicately at the outside of her pussy, at least the part that was in my mouth.

Nikki sighed, coming down from her orgasm, and said, "You love eating my nasty pussy, don't you?"

As I couldn't inhale or exhale I couldn't say anything. I lifted both my hands and felt her tits, her back still to me. Both of her nipples were covered with fresh saliva, which I surmised was my own sweet wife's. I rolled them between my fingers for a moment. Then, unable to hold my breath any longer and starting to feel quite light-headed, I reached back and tapped her on the ass.

Realizing what I was asking, Nikki gasped and got off the couch. She spun around and dropped to the floor beside me and said, "Oh god James, I'm such a selfish cunt. I almost suffocated you with my nasty pussy."

I took a couple of good breathes of air as Brooke lifted herself off my cock and stood beside the couch, her bikini bottom askew and her top pulled down below her big tits. She laughed and said, "Don't worry about it Nikki. I do that to him all the time. One time he had to push me off him and I rolled onto the floor. He's strong."

I smiled at Nikki, my cheeks and chin wet with her juices, letting her know that I had enjoyed it and that she need not apologize. I said, "I'm just glad I made you come." 

She kissed me and said, "You dear sweet man. That felt so fucking good. Thank you."

I was beginning to worry that they were done and there I was lying on the couch with a raging hard-on. I mean, I had made them both come and they still had on their bikinis. Maybe that's all they wanted and now they were going to head off to the beach.

Before I could form a question about it, Brooke said, "Let's take this to the bedroom."

I was ecstatic. If they had tried to leave I might have just had to wrestle one of them to the ground, I was so horny. Thankfully, that wasn't going to be necessary.

Leaving the robe behind, the girls helped me up and then, with Brooke's fist around the base of my cock and Nikki's around the head, they led me on a very enjoyable walk to the bedroom, making me wish we had a bigger apartment.

When we reached the bed, both girls released me and crawled up in the bed, all asses and elbows from my perspective. They tumbled into the center of the bed together side-by-side, giggling and kissing.

I didn't know exactly what the limits were, if any, but I decided to pretend that there weren't any, short of fucking Nikki. There was no way I was going to assume that was okay. I would never hear the end of it for the rest of our marriage if I assumed that was okay.

So, I climbed into the bed after them.

Brooke rolled on top of Nikki, kissing her more and more passionately. My wife palmed her friend's tits in her hands and pressed her hips against her as they kissed. 

I caressed up my wife's legs and knelt behind her. Her ass looked just perfect, nice and round. I pulled the bow on her left hip, freeing her bikini bottom to drape down her left leg.

Brooke turned and looked at me. She smiled as she crawled up her best friend's body and turned around. Facing me and looking me in the eyes, she settled her pussy down atop Nikki's face.

Nikki slurped strongly at my wife's dripping snatch. I could tell that wasn't the first she had done that. I wondered again if they had done that in the last year, while we were married. How could they not have? They spent so much time together. Was I upset about that? I couldn't decide.

I was confused for a moment until Brooke reached down and pulled open the bow on the hip of Nikki's bikini and pulled it completely to the side. She then spread her best friend's pussy open with the fingers of her left hand, looked at me, said in her sexiest voice, "You want to fuck that tight pussy with your hard throbbing cock, don't you James?" she said, with that mischievous smile I loved so much. I could tell she was getting off on her own words.

I nodded. I wanted to fuck Nikki so bad I could barely contain myself. There was really only one answer to that questions and I couldn't lie, not in the state I was in. Of course, if Brooke told me it was off limits, I would have somehow managed to resist.

Brooke reached out and began stroking my stiff pulsating shaft in her little fist. She had one hand spreading her friend's pussy, and supporting her upper body, and her other hand jacking my dick. She smiled at me. "You want to fuck my best friend? Fine! I'll let you. Hell, I'll even help you. But there one little condition."

I would have agreed to anything in that moment. I nodded. I hoped I could meet the condition, whatever it was. I wanted to fuck her so badly and my wife was giving me permission. I decided to shelve the question of what Brooke had been doing with Nikki over the last year to another time. "Name it," I said hoarsely.

"You have to make sure she comes again," she explained. "Can you do that?"

I nodded. From my experiences before I married Brooke I knew that a strange pussy could either make me come much more quickly or make me last much longer. I had no idea which category Nikki's cunt fell in until I was inside, but I vowed to be careful. Nikki took a lot to make her come, I had seen that, so I knew I had my work cut out for me. Of course, even if I failed I'd give it a hell of a try.

Brooke rose up and kissed me. I still had Nikki's juices all over my face. She whispered in my ear. "I love you, babe. Please, fuck the shit out of Nikki for me."

For her? She had phrased it like I was doing her a favor by fucking her best friend. That was even better than her giving me permission. With Brooke's hand guiding me, I nestled the head of my dick at the entrance to Nikki's pussy as I whispered back to Brooke, "I love you, too."

"Make her come," Brooke's ordered as she released my cock and sat back, pressing Nikki's head into the bed with her pussy. She beamed a wicked smile at me and added, "I dare you!"

Nikki's cunt was slick but, I realized, very tight as I eased my prick into her. I had always wondered what her pussy would feel like, wrapped tight around my dick, but I had never imagined I would ever have had the opportunity to feel for myself while still married to Brooke. But here I was, pressing my cock deep into my wife's best friend. It was so surreal to me. I was sure I'd have woken up at any moment.

"Oh, yes. Stretch my nasty cunt with your big dick, James!" Nikki called to me from under Brooke's pussy. "Make me feel it!"

I pressed forward until my balls brushed against Nikki's ass, my cock just tapping the back of her cunt, filling her completely. I looked at Brooke and her face was covered with lust. The act of me fucking her friend at her direction, as well as her friend eating her pussy, was really turning her on. 

Brooke called down to Nikki as she ate her pussy and asked, "How does that feel, Nikki?"

"Fucking great!"

I knew I couldn't have owned the biggest dick Nikki had ever fucked but the fact that I was hitting bottom told me that I was filling her up and that's what really mattered. I could have had another foot of cock but if I couldn't get it in there what good would it have done me?

As I slowly pulled my cock from her cunt, glistening with her juices, Brooke said, "You are so wet, Nikki."

"I need this so fucking bad, Brooke," she replied.

"I know, honey," she cooed.

I wondered about their closeness again for a moment before slipping my cock back into the velvet vise of Nikki's tight cunt. She was slick enough inside for me to slip in easily but the grip she had on my prick was almost painful. I groaned in pleasure and pain as I nestled my balls back down against her ass.

"Shit, that's a thick piece of fuckmeat," Nikki groaned.

"Just relax, honey," Brooke cooed to her as she reached between us and began gently rubbing Nikki's clit.

I looked down and watched. It was so fucking hot to see my wife's hand on her best friend's pussy as I pulled my cock from her cunt, all glistening with her juices. I stroked back in, this time a bit more easily. Her body was adjusting.

As Nikki's cunt accommodated to the breadth of my dick, I increased my pace, sliding in and out of her and savoring the feel of her pussy lips clasping to the sides of my shaft. She was so wet that I couldn't feel too much of the inside of her cunt. If my cock had been in danger of deflating I would have wiped some off but I was as hard as a rock at the situation itself and her wetness would only make the sweet pleasure last that much longer. I had a mission to fulfill, after all.

Brooke eased herself off her friend's face so she could get down and suck at Nikki's tits as she continued to rub her clit. She wasn't concerned with her own pleasure at all but was totally focused on her friend. She obviously loved her, as all best friends do. Did she love her even more than me, I wondered? Did it matter? Was it a competition?

Nikki looked up at me and said, "Yeah, give it to me, James. Fill my nasty cunt."

Faster and stronger I stroked into Nikki. Her cunt squeezed my cock firmly but without pain any longer. She was tight but definitely fuckable and I was really enjoying myself. Any concern I had about my wife's relationship with this little sexpot were being brushed aside by the sweet friction of her pussy all along my shaft. I'd worry about it later, I scolded myself again.

"Harder," Nikki urged as she panted and moaned with pleasure. She wrapped her legs loosely around my waist as I fucked her. She flexed her legs on each stroke, driving her bare heels into my ass and trying to get me to fuck her with more force.

Brooke pulled her hand from her friend's clit as I leaned forward over Nikki, supporting myself with my arms. My wife sat up and watched, with her hands on her friend's tits, rolling the little nipples between her fingers. She smiled at me, letting me know she was happy with the way it was going. "Give it to her," she urged.

I slapped my hips down against Nikki's, driving my prick into her deeply with each stroke. My balls slapped firmly against her ass as I fucked her. I watched her small tits rock back and forth under my wife's hands with each impact.

Nikki continued to try to pull me into her harder and harder with her legs. "Come on, fuck me harder than that," she complained.

I didn't want to hurt her, or me, but she was asking for it. I lay on my elbows, pressing my chest down against her breasts, forcing Brooke to withdraw her hands from her best friend's tits. I hooked my hands behind Nikki's shoulders and began ramming into her with all of my strength. Sweat beaded on my back as I worked my cock in and out of her clasping cunt with brutal force.

"Yeah! That it!" Nikki cried out, right in my ear. "Pound the shit out of my slutty fuckhole! Tear me up! Treat me like the whore I am!"

As Nikki unwrapped her legs from around my waist and spread her thighs wide for me, Brooke slapped my ass and said, "Fuck that little bitch, James!"

Both of their words inflamed my senses and drove me onward. My cock was as hard as steel as I fucked Nikki's tight cunt and I was surprised I hadn't needed to come yet. The physical exertion was dampening the pleasure just enough to let me keep going. Sweat covered my body.

As pressed her feet into the bed and used the leverage to thrust her hips back up against mine Nikki moaned, "Don't stop! Fuck me! You're going to make me fucking come! Don't you dare fucking stop!"

I didn't. I felt Brooke's hands on me, caressing my back and slapping my ass, but my attention was completely focused on Nikki. How this had happened and if it would ever happen again I didn't know, but I was determined to make the most of it. Besides, if I made her come it was much more likely to happen again than if I failed. I stroked in and out of her as hard as I could, rocking her below me with brutal force. 

Nikki grew suddenly quiet as I slapped loudly down against her. The she gave a single grunt of pleasure as she came. Her cunt spasmed around my plunging cock as her orgasm swept through her.

I didn't slow my pounding of her quivering quim but instead continued even harder, trying to see if I could coax a multiple orgasm from her. The slapping of my hips against hers was loud in the small bedroom. 

Nikki's cunt relaxed and girl-cum surrounded my cock. The squeezing of her tight pussy vanished and she was as wet as ever. She moaned in pleasure as her breathing slowed.

I could see that a multiple orgasm wasn't going to happen so I lifted myself onto my hands and glanced at Brooke. If this was a threesome, she wasn't getting any attention. I worried for a moment that I had gone too far.

To my surprise, Nikki had three of her fingers buried deep in my wife's cunt. Seeing my concern, Brooke smiled at me and said softly, "Don't worry about me, babe. Fuck her until you come."

I was surprised by this, though I probably shouldn't have been. This whole time she had been mostly worried about showing Nikki a good time. She had always been generous but this level of munificence was surprising me. She really loved her best friend quite a lot.

Brooke moaned in pleasure as Nikki worked her fingers inside of her with wet sloshing sounds. She wasn't totally bereft of pleasure in this, so I tried to push that concern from my mind completely.

Hoping to give Nikki another orgasm before I came and starting to figure out what she needed to make that happen, I hooked my arms behind her legs, lifting her ass off the bed, put my hands down on her shoulders, and resumed pounding my cock deeply into her from this new angle. This provided me with more support and leverage than before and I soon resumed a hammering of Nikki's cunt that made the previous pounding look tame in comparison.

Nikki looked up at me in pleasant surprise. Sweat covered her, though it was probably mostly mine. Above the loud slapping sound of my hips on her upturned thighs, she gasped, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

I saw that it wasn't a complaint at all and I took it as about the best compliment that she could have given me. With the tightness in Nikki's cunt relaxed and her fuck-hole fully wet with her girl-cum I was able to last even longer than I would have otherwise. The wet sexy sloshing sounds filled the gaps in between the sounds of slapping, grunting, and panting.

Nikki's eyes were filled with gratitude as she looked up at me with amazement. She moaned, "Oh my god, yes. That's it, James. Use me like your personal fuck toy." 

I fucked Nikki brutally, like a pile driver, filling her with my hard thick cock over and over again. I was getting tired but I didn't falter. I could also feel the tingling along my shaft and in my balls. I knew I wouldn't be able to go for much longer without coming.

"Take it, James. Use me," she cried.

I slammed into her with all of the strength I had, the slapping of my thighs against her ass loud in the little bedroom as the bed creaked and groaned in protest. I had to drive her over the edge. She was so close to another orgasm but, then again, so was I.

Finally, Nikki grunted and fell silent as her orgasm washed over her. Her cunt gripped me like a vise and filled with her girl-cum. I lodged my dick deep inside of her and let go.

Cum blasted from my prick against the back of Nikki's cunt, filling her with my warm cream. Jet after jet of cum flowed out of my prick and into my wife's best friend. I let it happen, completely emptying myself into her, letting her have every ounce of cum I had, just as I had given her every bit of energy I had left in my body.

Recognizing that I was coming in her friend, Brooke, "Yes, that's it. Fill her up, James!"

When I had finished completely I looked down at Nikki. She had already come down from her orgasm and was looking up at me with a smile on her face. She said, "Oh my God! That was fucking awesome!"

I smiled down at her, completely exhausted and covered in sweat.

***

Brooke and Nikki emerged from the bathroom as I, having put my robe back on, sat on the couch to wait and recover. My cock was still covered with Nikki's juices and my own cum. I needed to clean up, but I let them go first. They still planned to hit the beach.

As they walking into the living room wearing their tee-shirts, cutoffs, and sandals, Brooke said to Nikki, "See, I told you he was good."

Nikki smiled at me and said to Brooke, "Wow, you were right! I shouldn't have doubted you. Now I wish we had done this last week like you wanted to."

I was shocked. With everything that had just happened I was frankly surprised that anything could still shock me. I looked at Brooke as she and Nikki walked toward the door, gathering their bags to head to the beach. I asked, "Wait, what? You planned this?"

Brooke looked at me with a smirk on her lips like I was so dumb. She said, "You didn't think this just happened spontaneously, did you?"

Nikki nodded and said, "These kinds of things take planning!"




My Wife's Best Friend



I wasn't as insulted as I might have been. I shook my head at them in disbelief. But, yet, at the same time, I should have known somehow. I thought back on the surprise visit, the missing robe, the suntan lotion, the bikini show, Brooke's dry hair, and the blowjob lesson. It was so obvious in hindsight. 

The girls both laughed at me and my bewilderment as well as the slow realizations that crossed my face. While their laughter was at my expense, given what had just happened, my ego was fine. 

"You could have just asked me, you know," I muttered.

Brooke replied, "We had to know how attracted to her you were."

"Yeah," Nikki said. "You've always been so gentlemanly around me that it was hard to tell."

As Brooke put on her sunglasses and opened the front door she said, "We'll be back from the beach in a few hours, so have a good lunch and rest up, babe."

Nikki smiled at me and added, as she followed Brooke out the door, "Yeah, you're going to need the energy!"



My Wife's Best Friend



I have got to tell you what happened to me this past January. I had sex with my wife's best friend! Here's the kicker... I'm the only one that knows. Here is what happened.

My name is John; I'm a construction worker from Wilmington, DE. I'm about 5'10" 190lbs, well built, I don't work out but my work keeps me thin. My wife, Michelle, is about 5'-5" 145lbs. Mid-back long dark brown hair. Pretty face, gorgeous eyes nice thin lips. She works out about 2 days a week and has a waist to prove it. Her tits are about a C-cup, I know I should know her size but I really only use the hand gauge?? To sum it up... she's hot! And not just because she's my wife. 

Now Toni is my wife's best friend. She is over the house all the time. Toni is also very good looking. She's so similar in appearance to my wife that there often thought of as sisters, to which they tell everybody they are. Other than seeing her in bathing suits there was only one time that I saw her naked. Not long after Shell and I married, Toni went with us on a snowboarding trip to Vermont. One Margareta fueled hot tub night there we all went totally naked. I wish I could say... I really wish I could say that something happened but Toni slept alone the entire trip. There was one visual image that will be in my head forever... when we were getting out, the two of them were standing next to each other, both flung open there towels in front of me. The similarity between their bodies was amazing.

I was working the last week of a large shut-down at an oil refinery. It was Friday, the shut-down was basically over, the plant was running, I was on the stand-by crew. I was told to sit in the air-conditioned trailer from 1900hrs to 0700 just in case something happens. It was an awesome gig; we mostly slept or played cards. The plant rep came to the trailer, said thank you very much for your hard work, go home. I'm paying for the rest of your shift. We packed our shit and were out the gate in less than twenty min. I got home about 0330 to a house of empty glasses and wine bottles.

It was apparent that Michelle has some of her friends over. This particular night looked like it must have been fun. I had come in through the side kitchen door that was closest to the driveway. Through the kitchen down the hall, my door was the last on the left. I walked in the room and saw who I thought was my wife sleeping in the bed. I didn't turn the light on because I didn't want to wake her. Now, you can think I'm a perv if you'd like but I secretly enjoy doing my wife when she passes out. She hated the first time she found out, of course it was like the fourth time I had done it, but I didn't tell her that. At this point she just expected it and didn't say anything. When I saw her sleeping there I got excited and took all my clothes off and slipped into bed. My hands went right for her pussy. Strange, she must have shaved tonight.

Shelly usually keeps her pussy a little on the hairy side, an inch wide strip that extends the length of her pubic area. She was wearing a pair of tight sweats and a t-shirt. I moved around so I was sitting between her legs with them spread to either side of me. I picked her legs up enough to lift her butt up and pulled her sweats off, her panties came off also. I tossed the clothes aside and climbed on top. I thrusted my hips to rub my dick on her clit and get her wet. I didn't seem to be working as it usually did. I resorted down to spitting on my hand and rubbing my dick and her pussy. I took my dick in my left hand and aimed it for her pussy and slowly pushed it in. A few small strokes and I was pushed all the way in, it felt amazing. I started off light with just some short deep strokes, and then moved to longer strokes. Her pussy was now well lubed and I was taking full advantage tonight. I pulled her knees to her chest and started humping pretty hard. At full speed and stroke I thought I was going to wake her but she just kept on sleeping. I glanced at the clock to see it was 0448. I had been going at it for over an hour, Holding back cumming anyway I decided to let it go.

The orgasm came on quick and strong, I wasn't able to have sex for the last two weeks due to the shut down, so I felt like a had it saved up and when I came it sure felt like I shot more than normal. I had buried my dick as far inside her as I could and let every bit pump out of me. After cumming I hoped off and had to use the bathroom to take a piss. The bathroom was just down the hall a bit. I took my piss and was on the way out when the light shined on the couch with someone sleeping on it. I didn't even notice that someone had slept over. It looked like Toni and I was curious to see, so I walked over to her to see. In the pale light I made out my wife... What the fuck! I mumbled quietly. I hustled over to the switch and turned the light on. There she was, my wife, sleeping on the couch. I rubbed my eyes like I was dreaming or seeing things, I knelt down to her face, and it was her. I darted to my bedroom to see who was there. I only turned the desk lamp on, but sure enough, there lay Toni. Lying on her back with her legs still spread, cum slowing oozing out of her very wet pussy. This was not the way I had dreamt about having sex with her. Thoughts of jail and the humiliation went through my head. I had to cover it up; she would never believe I made a mistake. My wife would kill me too. I grabbed a warm washcloth and held it to her pussy to clean her up and soak up some cum. Her pants and underwear were put on slowly one at a time. My heart was beating like I had run a hundred miles. With her pants on the blanket back over her I want to the living room. I stood over my wife wondering what would happen when they woke up. I sat down on the love-seat and watched TV until the sun came up.

My wife woke up about 0800 and started to make breakfast and coffee. She went and woke up Toni when she was done. They both came out of the bedroom looking rough, but talking as usual. They sat down to have coffee as I listened carefully for any talk that might indicate Toni suspected anything. Nothing but the normal clucking I always hear. Toni got up after a bit and stated she had to get home to meet up with some guy later that night and needed to sleep. She left and everything went back to normal. I had gotten away with it!!

Two months later Toni announced she was pregnant... My heart dropped. Luckily for me she was having sex with some guy she was seeing, I had found out before hand his name was Greg. Michelle later told me that they have always used a condom and she couldn't figure out how it happened. They rationalized it must have had a pin hole or leaked just a bit. I went along with this knowing full well that I had knocked Toni up. Her ultrasound made her out to be two months along, setting the date to the exact night I had done her. Odd, considering the doctors weren't even that accurate with my own kids. She's due on Oct 8 2011. It's a boy... She's really happy, hope it works out.