0 comments/ 9288 views/ 0 favorites Christy, Chris, & Jack By: klvyoenne "Christy and I met on Valentines day," Chris told Jack as they sat down at the breakfast table. Christy, Chris' wife, answered from where she was making breakfast at the stove, "If I remember correctly, you'd gotten drunk at the O.K. Corral and fallen and cracked your head while trying to stumble home." "Yup," answered Chris. "I crashed headfirst into the steps of the 1st Presbyterian Church." Christy brought two plates of pancakes and sausages to the table, and stopped behind Jack to pour him a cup of coffee. The obvious adoration that wife had for husband was apparent with each word. It made the hairs on the back of Jack's neck stand up and a tingle ran from his head to the base of his spine. "He was charming, even with the smell of stale beer and all the blood. He went on and on about angels of mercy and how he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his whole life. " Jack could completely understand his friend's infatuation. Christy was beautiful, in every meaning of the word. Tall and leggy, she had honey blonde hair that brushed just below her shoulder blades, and matched her eyes perfectly. Long lashes gave her and innocent, child-like look, but there was nothing child-like about the build of the rest of her body. Her breasts were small, but full, and her belly flat and trim. He felt her breast brush the side of his cheek as she leaned forward and poured his coffee. Unconsciously, he breathed in and his nostrils were filled with a soft, musky scent from the nape of her neck. He noticed the gentle sweep of her arm, flowing to her graceful wrist and hand. Suddenly, he stiffened. Her rich voice stirred something deep inside him. Jack wasn't sure if it was the sound of her voice, or her scent, but for a flash, he was jealous, and wanted to possess what his friend had. In his mind's eye, Jack envisioned his friend's wife, wrapped in his arms, willingly receiving his passionate kisses. He thought of loving her right there, laying her out on the table, her long blonde hair wrapped in his fingers. He pictured how her slender body would feel as he rocked her gently below him. Quickly his mind calculated how her pert breasts would fit perfectly in his large hands, in his greedy mouth. He pondered the taste of her honeyed lips, and the sound of her sultry voice passionately whispering softly his name over, and over, "Honey... Jack... Jack, Honey... Jack..." Jack startled out of his daydream to see his friends gazing quizzically across the table at him. "Honey, Jack? For your coffee?" Christy offered him a plastic bear filled with tasty honey. Jack shook his head as a flush spread from his neck up into his cheeks. He quickly stuffed a bite of pancake into his mouth and lowered his head so his friends would not see his embarrassment. He didn't dare draw any more attention than he already had. He'd come to breakfast in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, and if he stood now, his discomfort would be obvious to all of them. "So, how did a jerk like him wind up with an angel like you?" Jack joked. "After I sobered up, the ER docs explained how lucky I was that someone found me. It was February, below zero, and snowing outside. I could have died if I had laid there all night in the snow. All I could think about was the lovely angel who had showed up and rescued me. I didn't know if it was a real person or not, but if it was, I vowed that if I ever found that girl, I'd love her forever." Chris replied. Christy just smiled. "Chris came back to the church early every Sunday morning for almost a year to see if he could figure out who it was. He would stand on the bottom step, trying to put a face to his angel. Each time I would pass him, I'd smile, but he didn't realize it was me. Eventually, he came inside instead of standing on the steps." "There was something about her... we went on a few dates," interrupted Chris, "But I was looking for an angel, not a real girl." Christy smiled at her husband and ran her fingers softly through his hair. "One Sunday, he didn't come. I was worried, so I asked about him to a friend. She said that Chris had gone on a bender the night before—railing on about how there weren't angels and how God was a bastard. He'd gotten thrown out of the bar and was sleeping it off in the cell at the city jail. I was so mad at him that I marched out of choir practice, stomped down to the police station, and--" "And she marched in and demanded that I be released." Chris interrupted. "When the jailer asked who she was, she didn't miss a beat, she just said 'I'm his wife.' She still had on her white choir robe, and I was still pretty drunk, so I jumped up saying 'the Angel has returned to set me free...'" "And promptly fell face first into the bars and broke his nose." Christy laughed. Jack's eyes shot up. "You said you broke your nose in a bar fight..." "The bars won," Christy, said, the picture of decorum. "The sergeant was laughing when he let me out—he told me that the tongue lashing 'the missus' was gonna' give me would be worse punishment than anything the court would give. " "And he was right... my tongue lashing was quite thorough." Christy said, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Left me weak in the knees," quipped Chris, wearing a grin to match his wife's. Jack's imagined Christy's pouty mouth and soft tongue, slowly, languidly, torturing Chris' cock, and his ached in sympathy. "After that, it was really only a matter of time," Chris said, gazing lovingly at his wife. "I asked her to marry me two weeks later. She said no." "Eventually, though, my good looks and charm won her over." Chris joked. "On Valentines Day, 1 year after she picked me up out of the snow we made it official." "Best Valentines day I ever had," Christy said, smiling wistfully. "Best Valentines day night _I_ ever had," commented Chris. Christy blushed furiously, and arching an eyebrow at her, Jack wondered just how good a night it was. Christy, Chris, & Jack Ch. 02 "Well... Church starts at 10," Chris said quickly as he jumped up to help his wife clear the breakfast dishes. Jack couldn't help notice the amorous glances the two kept flashing at each other. It was obvious the couple was very much in love, and he chided himself for even thinking about his friend's wife in such a lustful manner. "It's nine," Jack said looking at his watch. "I'll go get ready." He rose and went upstairs to shower and shave, but not before making sure the bulge in his sweats had subsided. He worried needlessly, because before he'd even finished leaving the room the loving couple was locked in an embrace and a deep, passionate kiss that made them oblivious to anyone around them. Jack noticed Chris had his left hand inside the top of his wife's robe, and she was gently rubbing the front of his pajamas. Chuckling, he took the stairs to the second floor two at a time. Entering the bathroom and looking at himself in the mirror, he told himself quietly, "You're such an ass." As he shaved, he thought about the couple downstairs. Chris had always been the rough and tumble one of the two, but since falling in love with Christy, he'd changed. He no longer frequented pool halls and bars, and it was rare to see him out anywhere without his charming wife on his arm. Jack wondered about his friend's sex life--Christy was, after all, a church going, God fearing, woman. He felt sorry for his friend, doomed to a life of missionary position and clean living. It would only be a matter of time before their house would be full of drooling, running, and screaming little monsters. "Not for me..." he said out loud, as he shaved. Kids would cramp his lifestyle, as would a steady woman. He needed the freedom to pack up and go at a moment's notice. He never knew when a client would call. At a fee of $2500 per day, not counting his retainer, when his clients called, he came, no matter the day, no matter the hour. As he examined his face for stray hairs, he pondered whether there even was a woman out there who would make his heart race and enchant his mind. Jack was no stranger to women, he'd had plenty of short lived flings with leggy bombshells in his time, but he was beginning to wonder if he was destined to live a bachelor's life. Jack stripped out of his sweatpants and hopped into the shower. The water was hot, and he let it run over his dark hair and down his face. Turning around, Jack closed his eyes, and enjoyed the pulsing jets from the nozzle. He let the heat of the water soak into his neck and shoulders, and he rested his head in the crook of his arm as the water streamed down his muscled back and over his buttocks and balls. Jack wondered if his friend actually was doomed to the missionary position. He thought about what he glimpsed as he'd left the room--his friend gently massaging his wife's breast while she massaged his manhood. Jack wondered what they were doing right now, if Chris had her in front of him on the counter, her long, slender legs wrapped around him, his tongue probing her mouth. Jack grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it between his hands. Starting to wash, Jack gently stroked his half hard manhood as he thought about what the couple might be doing... he moaned softly as he thought about Christy's breasts, jiggling slightly at each of Chris' strokes. He could almost see her nipples standing out like a bullseye, and wondered if she shivered each time his friend raked his teeth across them. He thought about her round ass, and wondered if Chris had her bent over the kitchen table, ass up. Jack groaned as he thought about Chris pulling apart her cheeks and stroking himself up and down her vulnerable crevasse. A good little girl like Christy had probably never felt the stretch of a good ass fucking, but maybe she had... maybe she was just as naughty as she was nice, and maybe she was as much beast as she was beauty. He could clearly picture her on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, knees spread wide apart. Her round cheeks covered with red hand prints and her breasts swaying as Chris spanked her for all her naughty thoughts. Absently, his thoughts shifted to her on her knees, looking up with wide, brown eyes, her full lips smiling as they wrapped around her husband's manhood. Jack's head dropped back as he envisioned Christy, slurping, sucking, and licking not her husband's, but his, balls, cock, and head. She would need both hands and her mouth to manage him, and he would use both hands to guide the pace, slowly plunging his throbbing dick deeper, deeper, deeper, into her mouth until the tip of her nose nestled in the curly mass of hair ringing his cock and her chin knocked into his balls. Christy, Chris, & Jack Ch. 03 Lost in his fantasy, Jacks hand quickened its pace to match the speed his phantom Christy was sucking. He felt the unmistakable burn of semen at the base of his dick, and prepared for release, when he was suddenly blasted from the reverie of dream-Christy's hot mouth by a jet of ice-cold water. "Gwaaaaa!" screamed Jack as his blood filled penis instantly shrank and his aching testicles retracted close to his groin. Jack shivered violently as he used cold water to rinse the soap from his body and shut off the tap. Muttering imprecations and swearing under his breath, he stumbled out of the shower, groping for a towel, and tripped over the bathmat. Lurching forward, he fumbled for the sink, but off balance and wet, all he managed to do was knock several things crashing to the floor, and firmly smash his head into the wall. The door to the bathroom flew open, and in the doorway stood Christy. A look of horror and concern washed over her as she rushed to help her fallen friend. "Oh, Jack! Are you all right?" she asked as she ran experienced fingers over his nose, face, and shoulders and down his arms. A surgeon by profession, she immediately went into "fix-it" mode as she knelt next to the dazed man splayed out on her bathroom floor. As she pried his right eyelid open and gazed into it, Jack suddenly realized that the person he'd just been fantasizing about while he beat off in the shower was now kneeling next to his wet, sprawling, and completely nude body. In an instant, both his eyes were open, and with a startled "AWK!" he tried to cover his crotch with both hands while scooting backwards away from her ministrations. "Don't move." Christy said plainly, firmly. "I've got to assess your condition and make sure you don't have a concussion or a serious head wound." Jack was flabbergasted. He'd never heard Christy take this tone with Chris, or with anyone for that matter. It was as if she was a different person. Dizzy from smacking his head, he sat still with his back against the toilet, and let her touch him while he tried to cover himself, as best he could, with his hands. All he could do at this point was hope she didn't notice, which was unlikely. Jack was acutely aware of her--her scent, her body, her fingers. He wanted to reach out, rip open her robe, and drive himself deep within her. He wanted those big, brown, eyes of hers to open wide, and hear her gasp and cry out. Christy was aware of him too. She didn't miss his burgeoning erection, and she was surprised at how thick it was. She'd seen her fair share of penis' in her time--but she'd always been intreagued by the really thick ones. For just a moment Christy thought, "How easy, it would be--I'd just sit on him--and I'd find out." Her fingers slowed down, she tightened her grip on his shoulders slightly, and shifted her weight. Her eyes drifted down to his hands, and the cock sticking out. She reached down and genthly touched his hands, "It must be at least two and a half inches wide!" she thought. "Chris isn't nearly that thick..." Christy licked her lips. "She's gonna eat me!" Jack thought--panicking. Moments later, they were joined in the bathroom by a Chris, clad only in a towel, who roared with laughter at the sight of his buddy desperately trying to cover himself with his hands as Christy clucked and cooed over him. Chris pulled his wife to her feet and handed Jack a towel off the rack. When Christy objected, Chris said, "Woman, if he was really hurt he wouldn't be trying to hide his light under a bushel." Turning to Jack, she realized he was bright red with embarrassment, desperately trying, and failing, to hide an enormous erection under his hands. "Well, he'll might have some swelling, but I don't think anything important is broken..." Jack's eyes opened wide, and Chris laughed harder. "He'll live," Christy pronounced. "Chris, you help him up, while I get dressed." After Christy left the room, Chris helped Jack to his feet. Chris smiled at his friend and walked with him down the hall to his room. At the doorway, Jack turned to Chris and said, "I just want you to know, I didn't touch her..." Chris grinned, replying, "Don't worry about it. I have that problem anytime I'm around her. She's hot, that's why I married her." The men grinned at each other for just a moment, and then each went to his room to get dressed for church. Jack put on clean underwear and socks, a pair of khaki pants and a blue polo shirt. Then he changed his mind and put on a pair of black dress pants, a blue button down shirt and a tie. He had just enough time to, run his fingers through his hair, put on his shoes, and check his forehead in the mirror when Chris knocked on his door to tell him it was time to go.