3 comments/ 7798 views/ 3 favorites Lost Friend By: HGriffin I I worked with "Don", or should I put it I worked at the same company as he did. We didn't actually work together, just that from time to time our jobs merged. We both had an interest in photography, he professionally and me as an amateur. (primarily nudes of my soon to be wife, Susan) Every once in a while I would look him up and ask questions about cameras or developing techniques (I had a simple but effective darkroom set up) Somehow the conversation came up if I had ever taken nudes of my fiancé who he had yet to see. I told him I had, but wasn't ready to show them to anyone yet. He didn't push the matter, just from time to time steered the conversation in that direction. He would mention that he had over the course of his work had the opportunity to photograph a number of women completely nude, and I might even know one or two of them. He said he had to be very discreet as not to let some of their names or images get out. When he finally met my fiancé I could tell he was smitten, as most were when meeting her. On top of having a killer body, she was blessed with a personally that made everyone think that she was interested only in them. She never met a stranger, and after only a few minutes she would be laughing and touching them on the arm or hand to give the impression of more intimate feelings. This was just natural for her. Don couldn't take his eyes off her. Susan usually dresses with style, but in a way that oozed sexuality without being slutty. It could be seen that she had a magnificent set of breasts, 38 large C's, long strong legs, and hips that were designed to move suggestively. Her eyes are cobalt blue and would sparkle when she laughs, or drill straight through you if you make her mad. Her mouth has a smile all the time and lips that are for kissing, her tongue, flicks out to moisten her lips with an involuntary movement. But the thing that captured all the attention was her hair, long brunette hair that fell to below her waist. Straight and shiny, it seemed to have a life of its own, flowing over her shoulders and cascading down her back. When men saw it, I could tell they wanted to see her hair as her only covering. The pressure from Don went up a notch after he met her. He somehow was able to find a way to come around when she would come visit me from college. She was 2 years behind me and attended a university some 50 miles from where I lived. They hit it off and we all became the best of friends, sharing many good meals (she can cook like a 5 star chief) and lots of wine. It was not unusual for Don to crash in our spare bedroom when it was unsafe for him to be behind the wheel. She would delight in reminding him that we would be in the next room screwing like rabbits while he just played with himself. Her laughter was contagious. A typical evening would be a few before dinner drinks, fun conversation, laughter, light sexual teasing from each of us. She would be the mistress of the kitchen, occasionally requiring a little gladly given assistance. In the close confines of the kitchen, contact, front to back and front-to-front was part of the play and was not discouraged. No out and out grabbing, but subtle touches even with spontaneous kisses on the cheek or back of the neck. To the three of us it was a dance of seduction played out in unhurried motion. Dinner, more wine, dessert, retiring to the living room to over stuffed chairs and couch, after dinner Grand Mariner, soft music, dim lights, we would take turns dancing with her or watch her as she moved slowly to the music by herself eyes closed, in the middle of the room. A few buttons would be undone, a little, or sometimes a lot of cleavage could be exposed, she would excuse herself and come back sans bra evident by the swaying of her breasts and the hard nipples protruding beneath the silky blouse. When she would lean over to take our hands to pull us up to dance, there would be a sometimes brief, sometimes extended flash of full breast, and in the semi darkness the hint of a nipple. Usually, when the sexual tension could rise no higher, Susan would demurely tell us that it was time to bed, her and me to ours, and Don who had had too much to drink to be safe, to his solitary one. Often she would leave the room to change to her bedclothes and Don and I would remain to finish our last drink. After an extended silence he would sigh and tell me how lucky I was (as if I didn't already know) to have such an incredibly beautiful woman and how much he would love to see her nude and make love to her. He would also say how much he valued our friendship and would never betray our trust in him. She would usually come back for us dressed in a long silky low cut, but not sheer gown, bare beneath, evident from the outline of her body as the material clung to her swaying breasts and the outline of her rear. Susan would guide Don to his turned down bed, turn him around, unbutton his shirt, kiss his chest between his nipples and then kiss him tenderly on the lips, say goodnight, and leave the room. We would retire to our room, she would slowly strip me, kissing my body as she removed each piece of clothing, then drop her gown to the floor, stand before me naked and we would lock in a silent embrace as we kissed and moved to the bed. II This play of passion repeated itself over a couple of years, sometimes once a month, sometimes two or three, sometimes two or three months would pass between occurrences. It was not planned, it just happened. We all enjoyed the game. There was never any complaint from Don as to the fact that things never progressed farther, a glimpse of breast and nipple, the soft touch of Susan's body through the gown, the tender kiss goodnight. The boundaries seemed to be set, no one dared to cross until the time seemed right. That time came one early winter night, the snow; the first real accumulation of the season fell in the quiet windless night. Heavy wet flakes drifted clumped together to the ground so softly that they didn't pack together, but lie atop each other like cotton candy. The temperature was only slightly below freezing, the full blast of icy cold was still weeks away. Susan was like a child, I could hardly keep her inside, she wanted to dance around in the falling snow, arms outstretched, face turned upward, open mouth trying to catch each puffy clump of frozen moisture. She flatly refused to wear a coat or for that matter any winter covering. She danced and feasted with bare arms in a silky blouse, light pants, and light tennis shoes, no socks. Finally giving in to my threats of physically dragging her in to the warmth of the fireplace, she sulked in, head down, dragging her feet like a reprimanded child. Her act did not last long though, as soon as she reached the door, she looked up and her pure delight shown on her rosy face. The dinner was set and consumed as usual, slightly more wine was consumed, warmed snifters of Grand Marnier were passed, soft music played as we three watched the snow fall silently outside the picture window. Multicolored floodlights lit the back yard casting dancing shadows as the snow fell deeper and deeper. Susan excused herself as usual; the time for freeing her breasts had arrived. When she returned, instead of the usual long gown, she wore a silk nightshirt that buttoned up the front and fell to only mid thigh She appeared to have nothing underneath. She was barefoot, and walked silently into the room. "I want to dance again." No argument from the two of us. "Come with me, watch me." III With that she rushes outside, dashing bare foot, bare legged, into the nearly foot of fresh snow. Spinning and reaching upward she danced to a tune that was playing in her head. The reaching showed that she was not completely bare bottomed, but wore the tiniest of bikini panties. (thongs had not become the rage yet) They barely covered her front, her pubic mound evident as the shirt opened at the bottom from her antics. Her cheeks were even less covered as the material wedged upward as she jumped and slid in the slippery back yard. Her firm butt cheeks were on display. All the movement caused the buttons in the front to unclasp from their buttonholes, upward from the bottom and downward from the top, until only one held the shirt together directly in the center between her ample free swinging breasts. Completely uncaring how much she was showing, the joy of the moment made her spin and turn dipping to scoop up snow and toss it in the air again and again. I was spellbound, shocked more by her nakedness in the snow than by her nakedness in front of Don and me. I felt the excited stirring inside my groin as her body became more exposed to our sight. The idea of her dancing like a nymph caused me to hope for more to show. I wanted her to expose more, willing with my mind for the buttons to release the final hold on her shirt. I wanted more than anything for her to dance in her nakedness in front of our friend Don. As if commanded, the final button released and her shirt flew open, exposing both of her exquisite breasts in all their excited beauty. Her nipples hardened by the cold and by her excitement protruded from her breasts like brown erasers. Her breasts freely swung and bounced from her exertions. Her womanhood rejoiced with unbridled naked exposure and freedom. She reached for the sides of her shirt and rather than cover her nakedness, she pulled the shirt from her shoulders and threw it at us with a squeal. Now all that my beautiful woman had between herself and total nudity was the briefest of panties, they being wet from all the melting snow began to turn transparent. Finally, the cold and the exertion taking a toll, in a last defiance of her dress and the weather, she flung herself to the ground on her back and spread her legs while flapping her arms to make a naked snow angel. Thoroughly satisfied she jumped up, grabbed her wet shirt, and rushed past us back into the warmth of the house. We followed silent and dumbfounded from the exhibition. IV We found her still topless standing by the fireplace, water dripping of her as she turned around and around warming her now beet red body. "Don't just stand there with your mouth open, get me a towel." I did as she bid, leaving her nearly naked in front of my friend. "You, (Don) come here and help me I'm freezing. Rub my arms and legs. And shut your mouth, you'll catch a fly, even in this weather. Haven't you ever seen a half-naked woman before? That was so much fun; you two should have joined me." She was still beaming. I returned with two fluffy bath towels, one for her body, and one for her hair. She took one and dried the water from her breasts, lifting and drying the underneath, sides, tops and nipples, one then the other, completely oblivious to Don being right in front of her, as if it were an everyday occurrence. My heart was in my throat, I couldn't breathe it excited me so much, I couldn't take my eyes off her glistening bare body. I don't think Don had taken a breath from the moment her shirt came off. Susan took the towel she had dried her body with and covered the seat of the couch. Then she plopped down, stuck a foot in each of our directions and said. "Rub my feet, they tingle." Not to deny a half naked lady, we each took a foot and proceeded to massage warmth back into her feet. In doing so, we had spread her legs to the point where we were both looking up her legs right into her pubic mound. The panties were semi transparent to the point where there was a clear outline of her neatly trimmed triangle of hair. She let out a sigh and purred, "That feels sooo good," and snuggled down deeper into the seat. The movement caused her panties to stretch even tighter across her slit to where her pussy was clearly outlined; she was getting excited because we could now make out the outline of her clit as well. I worked her feet until they felt nearly the proper temperature and slowly started up her leg. I looked at Don and nodded that he should do the same. Foot to ankle, to calf, to knee, slowly enjoying the feel of her velvety skin and the view of her cloth covered pussy as well as her bare breasts that she had never covered. Just as we both moved as one and started to touch the inside of her thigh, she took a deep breath and said, "As much as I want you to continue, I think we should stop here. I'm sorry but I'm just not quite ready to take the next step, maybe soon, but not tonight." With that she rose from the couch, and walked to the bedroom. Don and I looked at each other, both sporting a painful erection and I said to him, "Sorry man, I didn't know how far she would let us go, but I was willing to let you finally see her completely naked" "I never really imagined that I'd ever see her even the way she was tonight. I thought my heart was going to explode when she took off her shirt. And when she dried off, I nearly came in my pants. And when she sat down and spread her legs, I was shaking so hard that I was afraid she would start laughing at me. She's a dream come true, I just hope this hasn't ruined out relationship, I hope there's no regrets tomorrow." I put my hand on Don's shoulder and looked him in the eye and said, "If there were anyone that I would share Susan with it'd be you. You've been our best friend. I wouldn't let anything happen that either she or I don't want to happen. Let's just see what fate brings, and enjoy it then. No regrets man, no regrets." "Hey, are you two going to sit there all night, I'm going to bed." Susan had changed from her wet panties to only slightly bigger, slightly less transparent ones. Still she was topless and her breasts were bouncing and swaying as she walked back into the room. She leaned over Don and grabbed his hand her breasts were mere inches from his face. He didn't know what to look at, her panty covered pussy or her nipples hanging there in front of him. She gave a tug and said, "Come on big boy, time to tuck you in," as she led him to the spare bedroom. This time she not only unbuttoned his shirt, but also took it off then she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes and socks and finally removed his pants leaving him standing in only his underwear. She then kissed each of his nipples and gave each a little bite; she then wrapped her arms around him and ground her breasts into his chest as she kissed him full on the mouth. Last she took his hands and placed them gently on her breasts and with her eyes closed, held them there for what seemed a long minute. She opened her eyes and walked from the room, took my hand and led me to our bed. V Over the next few weeks our lovemaking increased in quantity as well as quality. Susan seemed to be walking around the house naked or close to that state almost all the time. As soon as she got home from work, off came the clothes, and, stripped to tiny bikini panties she would go about the daily domestic chores. With her in semi nakedness, I seemed to be perpetually in the state of arousal. The only way to relieve the building pressure was to couple in which ever room we happen to occupy. The winter temperature outside continued to drop, while inside the sexual temperature inside reached an all-time high. Our love making varied from the most tender touching with finger tips, mouth and tongue, with slow thrusting insertions that allowed my shaft to feel each ridge and muscle within her tunnel, and she to feel the engorged head of my manhood. The slow dance would climax with such intensity, we would both cry out in erotic pain. Other times we would join like wild beasts hammering our sexes together as if the intention was to hurt rather than to please. We would suck and bite each other with such violence that our breasts and nipples would be tender to the touch for hours afterward. We were insatiable.. Often we would talk of our fantasies, exposing her to strangers, naked walks in places with the danger of discovery, viewing and making erotic movies, taking photos, (b/w that I could develop and print, and color that would have to be sent away to process), with the wonder of who would see them and what each of us thought of others looking at my love's naked body. We spoke of having professional nudes done and what it would be like to strip in front of someone new, to be told what to do when she was so openly bare. These talks increasingly included our friend Don in our fantasy. "You know Don wants to see you completely naked, don't you?" I asked her one-day after a session of sex, punctuated with more than the usual sex talk between us. "Of course he does, I can see him getting hard when he looks at me." She came back. "Are you going to let him?" "Probably, when the time is right." "What if he wants more?" I pressed. She looked me in the eye and asked, "Would you mind?" My heart was beating in my throat at the thought of my Susan naked and having sex with my friend. Then I realized just how much I wanted to see her do to Don what she did to me. I couldn't understand why, just that the thought excited me more each time I pictured the two of them together. "No, I think it would be one of the most exciting things, to see you do it. Only if you want to that is." "If you want me to do it, then I want to do it for you. If it excites you, then I want to do anything you think of. I will strip and walk naked anywhere you want me to. You can expose me any way any time you please. I'll let anyone you say do anything you want to do to me. If you want me to be your sex slave, your slut, if it pleases you, I will. I will because I want to, I want to please you." I could see she was getting wet with excitement; I touched her swelling lips and nudged her clit so it protruded between them. I kissed her lips then her pussy, tasting her salty sweetness and my own excretions from our earlier lovemaking. She in turn took my swollen member in her mouth and licked whatever fluids from us that remained. Without words, we moved our bodies until, she on top and impaled herself as deep as it would go, and rocked gently and slowly, contracting her vaginal muscles, milking me until we both could stand no more. I grasped her breasts pulling and kneading them, pinching her extended nipples. With an animalistic groan we climaxed together, pumping and squeezing until the contractions died away. Sweating we lay there holding each other, still joined, as sleep took us both. VI As the holidays approached, things became hectic for both Don and I at work so there was little chance for us to get together, it seemed that either he or I was called out of town for some stupid customer reason. Finally we were able to make our Saturday night dinner plans that hopefully wouldn't be disrupted. The unsaid sexual tension grew as the evening approached. Susan seemed to want everything extra special. She used the excuse that it was just the holidays, but somehow I could feel there was another underlying reason. When Don finally arrived with his customary bottle of wine, Susan greeted him at the door with a more than usual kiss on the cheek. She stepped closer and planted a full on open mouth embrace that left little doubt that there was a lot of tongue action between them. Don joked that he would stay away more often if he could get a greeting like that every time. Susan dressed more special that night as well. Her new black dress was cut to just below her breasts, which allowed her to wear only the smallest of black lace bras. Her breasts were pushed up gently toward the open V so both breast and bra were on display whenever she leaned forward. The skirt length was below her knees, near mid calf, but the sides were slit to nearly her hip. This wouldn't allow for a slip, so when she walked or sat, her long tanned legs were exposed on the sides and towards the front. Lost Friend Her hair was down; brushed straight, with her brunette highlights catching the many candles she had placed around the house. The scent she wore was light musk that made both Don and me inhale and hold her aroma as she glided past us. The meal was probably memorable but the woman before us was the food we lusted for. Drinks were taken to the living room, a fire blazed in the fireplace, lights were turned down and the soft dreamy music turned up. First I took her in my arms and we danced bodies welded together as we ground together nearly having sex fully clothed. We deeply kissed at the song's end. Next Don took her and she again rubbed her pelvis to his, and breasts against chest, they moved as one. The kiss was repeated on him. The next dance I held her slightly away and unbuttoned first one then another of the tiny buttons that held her dress together. By the end of the song, all the buttons down to her waist were open, Her bra now fully exposed barely held her breasts, the brown areole peeked above the edges. Don next, approached her and pushed his hands along each aide of her breasts and around her sides in such a way as to slide the arms of her dress off her shoulders, by the end of his dance the dress was hanging precariously on her hips. As my next dance came, she moved a step and the dress fell to the floor, she stood before me in just the tiniest of black lace bra, matching bikini panties, and high heels. We danced and kissed and moved in love, never saying a word, my face in her hair, hers in my chest. When the music stopped as I pulled apart from her, my hands traced across her sides and to the front clasp of her bra. A gentle twist and it was open and her magnificent breasts fell free. Don approached her; eyes focused squarely on her swollen nipples and removed the bra completely. Now they danced and she started on his clothes, first his tie, then buttons and shirt until both were bare to the waist touching skin to skin. As I stood to take my next turn she motioned for me to stay, and she slowly danced alone for the two of us. As her hips swayed to the notes, she slowly hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and worked them down with agonizing slowness. She turned her back to us and slid the panties over her bottom exposing her ass to us. My dream of my lovely wife stripping for my best friend was to come true this night. They slid off her hips, past her knees and off her feet; the panties lay in a pile on the floor. My wife was now naked, she turned and showed both of us her naked body, breasts, neatly trimmed bush, all exposed for our enjoyment. She approached Don again unbuckled his belt lowered his pants and shorts in one motion. At his feet she removed his shoes and socks and slid the remaining clothing off. They were now both naked together for the first time. VII They danced skin to skin, his hands on her ass, his swollen member crushed between them, her breasts against his chest. Two naked lovers entwined in each other's arms. At the song's end, as they parted a thick strand of precum stuck to Linda's belly and bridged to Don's swollen erect manhood. Susan reached out touching the slit on the end of his cock and broke the string of moisture capturing it on her finger. She then took it to her tongue and sucked it in her mouth. I watched mesmerized by the sultry act. She next came to me and stripped all my clothes so now the three of us were bare to each other. She danced with me and at the end dropped to her knees and took my swollen cock in her mouth and nursed on it like a child on a nipple. She motioned for Don to come near and she grasped his cock, took her mouth from mine and enveloped her mouth around his. She took him so deep that her nose was in his pubic hair and I could see her swallowing the head down her throat. She went back and forth between us sucking both of us and jacking our cocks to squeeze drops of precum from the slit of our swollen cocks. She would stick her tongue in the slit, opening it, to suck the salty slickness from us. She whispered, mostly to Don, "I don't want to fuck tonight, but I will suck both of you as many times as you'll cum in my mouth. I want to taste and swallow everything you can give me." With that she increased her pace and when Don clutched her hair forcing his cock deep down her throat then shooting his seed down throat and mouth. Susan caught it all, rolling it in her mouth tasting the salty sweet textured fluid from his swollen cock and balls. She repeated the blowjob on me, Don now sitting, (he could hardly stand after that climax) watching as my naked wife sucked hungrily on my now swollen throbbing cock. It wasn't long until I too erupted with shots of cum flooding Susan's mouth. She again swirled it in her mouth before swallowing it down. She then rose and open mouth kissed first me, then Don, passing the combined taste of both of us on her saliva. She looked at us, smiled and said that after all that; she needed a drink and openly paraded naked to the kitchen. Upon her return, she plopped down open legged exposing her swollen pussy lips and extended clit sticking out of her wet matted pubic hair. That was all the invitation Don needed, he knelt between her legs and proceeded to lick and suck the flowing juices from her pussy. Using his lips and to suck on her clit, he lapped his tongue deep inside of her tunnel, inserting it like a miniature cock. He lifted her ass off the seat and worked his tongue around and into her puckered asshole. Thrashing and letting out animalistic grunts, she let the waves of climax wrack her body. Throughout the night the three of us repeated the orgy of lust until we passed out with her sweaty between us. VIII The holidays came and went and our schedules never seemed to coincide so we could get together again. Don seemed to be spending more time out of town, we missed him. I was called out of town unexpectedly one Wednesday in early February. I had to leave so quickly that I had time only to run home and pack a small suitcase. I wrote Susan a note telling her what was happening, and that I hoped to be back on Friday and that I would call her that evening. I called around 8:00 and was telling her how much I wanted to be there making love to her when she told me to hold on, that there was someone at the door. She came back to the phone shortly and said Don had come by to give us some good news. I asked to speak to him and we talked for a few minutes, me mostly bitching about having to be out of town. Try as I might I couldn't get him to tell me what the news was. He said it could wait until I got home. He then asked if he could stay and have a drink with Susan, even though I wasn't there. I told him that he was welcome to stay as long as he wanted, as a matter of fact, have a drink for me and kiss Susan for me while he was at it. After all if I couldn't trust him, whom could I trust? I was passed back to Susan and told her how much I loved her and to have fun, I left that comment hanging. We said our good-byes and we hung up. I went down to the hotel bar and had a drink, thinking that being with a crowd would cheer me up. The place was full of obnoxious loud people, so after two fast Tangueray gins, I gave up and headed back to the room. I scanned through the TV channels and found absolutely nothing, so I turned the set off and lay on the bed thinking of Susan. The more I thought of her, the more I thought of her and Don there together. Rather than being jealous, I found it exciting, thinking what might happen. I found myself taking out my cock and jacking it slowly. On a whim, I called her back, to see if Don was still there. When she answered, surprised that I called back, she confirmed that Don was still there but was talking of going home and calling it a night. I asked what she was wearing, and sounding a little embarrassed, she told me that she was wearing a recently purchased white pant and top outfit. I particularly liked that outfit because it hugged her body like a second skin, It was almost too revealing without being exposing, enough that she wasn't sure if she should wear it out in public. It was soft and comfortable so she wore it when lounging around the house. I asked what she was wearing under it, and she whispered that she was wearing some semi sheer, hip hugger bikini panties, and a Lycra stretch bra. She whispered that Don might hear and I was embarrassing her. For someone who had sucked both of us and swallowed multiple loads of cum bare assed naked, she sometimes embarrassed on the silliest things. I loved her for her silliness. I asked if she wanted to do something exciting for me. She hesitated for a second and gave me a tentative OK. IX I told her to hand Don the phone and stand in front of him and remove her top and bra, showing Don her breasts. I told her to squeeze her tits together and pinch her nipples. I wanted to see what Don's reaction would be. She let out a long sigh and said she would, but that she would feel funny doing it without me being there. I told her that I was really there, that I could hear what they said all the time. She said "Alright." and handed Don the phone. I told Don that Susan and I had a surprise for him and that I wanted him to tell me exactly what was happening. He gave me a puzzled, "OK." He said Susan was standing about six to eight feet in front of him, just looking at him, not moving. Then I could hear a sharp intake of breath and Don said, "Holy shit!" "She just took off her top!" He told me that she turned and placed the top on a chair beside her and turned back toward him and was smiling. Next he sounded kind of horse and described how she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms. She then turned and placed the bra on top of her other piece of clothing. He said that she took two steps closer to him and took her breasts in her hands and squeezed them together, and was now pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. I told him to give the phone back to Susan. I told her to give Don back the phone and remove the rest of her clothes, then give Don an open mouth kiss. She asked if I really wanted her to do that. I said that I did, and for her to enjoy herself. Don nearly whispered that she was pulling down and removing her outer pants, slipping one then the other leg and foot from the garment, Doing so her ample breasts were hanging down and swinging free. I knew that Susan liked how men seemed to focus on her breasts. I also knew how Don loved to look at them. He next told me that she was hooking her thumbs in the waist band of her panties, and now pulling them down to the top of her pubic hair, now below, down her thighs, knees, calves and to the floor. She turned around, back to him and bending over picking up her panties, holding that position so he was looking at her exposed ass-hole and puffy pussy lips. She turned back, walked up to him and he stops talking while I know she is kissing him. After nearly two minutes I hear a soft smacking sound of their lips parting and she returns to the phone. I ask how she felt and she told me that she is so excited that her pussy is getting wet and she can hardly stand up her legs are so shaky. X I tell her to now remove all of Don's clothing, to kneel in front of him and grasp his cock and jack him slowly to get some precum to come out and to them lick it off, then suck him down deep in her throat. She handed the phone back to Don and he said that she was unbuttoning his shirt and removing it. (I could tell when he had to switch hands to get his arms out of the sleeves of the shirt) Next he said she was removing his shoes and then his socks. She next moved to his belt, the button at the top of his pants, lowering the zipper and sliding the pants down and then off. Next he said she was pulling his underwear down past his cock, stopping when it sprung free fully erect and kissing the head softly. (he was having trouble talking) She then removed the last piece of his clothes and they stood face to face both completely naked and exposed to each other. She knelt in front of him grasping his cock and gently jacking it while she cradled his tender swollen full balls with the other hand. She squeezed the drops of precum from his cock opening, and using her tongue to pry it open even more, she licked and sucked the precum from his engorged manhood. She then took him in her mouth and swallowed him deeper and deeper until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He said he could feel her throat working the head as she swallowed to keep from gagging on his long shaft. I told him I had a favor to ask of him, being that I was not there, would he take Susan to our bed and make love to her until they were both completely satisfied. I told him he didn't have to say any more, but to hand Susan the phone one last time. I then said to her to go with Don and to fuck him as hard and long as she could. I told her that I loved her and would have her tell me the details when I came home. With that I hung up the phone, and left my beautiful naked wife and my best friend to their own ways of satisfying each other. XI I returned home as planned on Friday. Susan met me at the door; I wasn't sure how she would feel after my having her go all the way with Don, especially when I was not there. I need not worry, she was like a mink in heat, she couldn't get enough sex, all she wanted to do was fuck. She did confide that even though Don was a good lover, and really knew how to satisfy a woman, and that he was very well endowed, she was not ready to trade me for him. She stroked my ego by saying I was still the best, and laughed at me when she said I was "just a bit bigger too." That woman could play me like a fiddle. It was another week before we finally sat down with Don to hear his news. He took a deep breath, hell he looked like he was going to cry, and said he had good news and bad news. I wasn't too sure that I was ready for a joke. He said the good news was that the company he had been working with in the other city had offered him a position that he couldn't turn down. (Our hearts stopped, Susan squeezed my hand and sunk her fingernails into my shin). He was going to make more money than he could ever imagine, and a vice president position with more perks than he could ever believe existed. (And this was the good news? I couldn't wait for the bad.) He then looked at the two of us and with his voice breaking, and said that the bad news was that he had one more week here before he started. I sat there speechless, Susan ran from the room crying. I mumbled congratulations and gave him a handshake and then a hug. Now I look back, we had shared a woman, but this was the first time that I had really hugged my best friend. Susan stayed in the bedroom while we talked about the big move. By the time we heard her moving around, we were beginning to joke around and to make plans to get together often. The last thing I expected was how she returned to the room. In she walked stark naked as the day she was born! She was trying hard not to cry again, holding her head high and thrusting her beautiful breasts up and out displaying them in their full glory. She made no attempt to hide the fact she was naked, (as if she could) her pussy looked inviting, ready to eat. She walked directly to Don and kissed him full on the lips. He reached out and cupped her breast and the other hand reached between her legs feeling her wetness with his fingers. She stepped back and said, "Don, please forgive me for running away. I'm so happy for you, you deserve the good news you've shared with us. We'll make the best of this and maybe some day we can be together again. I want you to make love to me tonight; it may be a while before we've another chance to do this again." She turned to me and said, "Honey, tonight I'm Don's, but I want you to be there and watch, I know you've wanted to see this." With that she pulled Don to his feet and led him to our bedroom. XII She made no ceremony undressing him; she stripped him quickly, only pausing to suck his member to its full length. She pushed him firmly but gently towards the bed, laying him down on his back. She then straddled him facing his feet and lowered her pussy to his waiting mouth. She took him hungrily in her mouth. I moved to watch my wife and friend. He sucked and probed her pussy, her inner lips, clit, and love tunnel with his tongue and fingers. He stuck first one then two fingers in her asshole, she grunted in discomfort, but pushed to meet his probing. They rolled over and over trying to reach every intimate spot on each other's bodies My Susan pushed him up on his knees and licked and sucked on his asshole, even sticking a finger in and following it with her tongue, she licked his shaft and balls from all possible angles and then he propped her on her hands and knees and proceeded to rim her asshole with his tongue. He spit in her ass and grasped his swollen shaft and began working it in her brown puckered hole. She let out a scream and pushed back impaling her ass on his cock. They humped like savage animals. I was in a state of excited wonder; I did'nt expect my loving wife to turn into such a fucking slut. It seemed there was no satisfying her hunger. Don pulled his swollen shaft from her ass and she immediately spun around and before Don could react, she took him deep in her mouth, cleaning his cock directly from her ass hole. That put him over the edge and he pumped wave after wave of spunk into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed it all and continued to suck him, not letting him shrink to a flaccid state. She then grabbed his face and open mouth kissed him letting him taste what had come from his cock. I watched as she mounted him, grabbing his hands and squeezing them against her breasts, forcing his fingers to pinch her nipples until they were almost purple and flat. All the while she cried in pain and lust. I watched her ride him to the point that I knew she was hurting him as she rammed his shaft inside of her again and again. They finally reached another climax together, both letting animal screams as they were consumed by the dual orgasm waves washing over them. They collapsed together and I left the room, suddenly embarrassed by my watching their intimacy. They stayed in the room most of the night; I slept in the guest room, not wanting to disturb their passion. I awoke several times to hear the moans of their lovemaking. When we woke in the morning, Don had gone. He left a short note, expressing his love for both of us. XIII Even though we vowed to stay in touch at least on a weekly basis, the calls became less frequent, the letters further between postings. (Before email became the rage). By the time two years passed, we were down to a call every other month, a card at Christmas and on birthdays. Our worlds turned slowly away from each other. It was not as if we didn't miss him, we both did terribly, but time seemed to slip away. On a cold November Friday, snow heavy in the low pregnant clouds, we sat by the fire, silent in each other's arms neither saying that we were both missing something. We knew in our hearts it was Don. Saturday arrived with still no snow falling, but you knew it would be just a matter of time. The sky was a uniform slate gray. No wind moved the fallen leaves. The mailman brought the usual junk and bills, but also a package bound in paper and bubble wrap and secured with tape. The package was about the size of a large shoebox; the address was from Don's city and zip code. The handwriting, though, was not his. We opened it expecting some gift from our friend, though it was early to be sending things for Christmas. Lost Friend There was a framed picture secured in additional bubble wrap for protection, and a short letter. Dearest Susan and Jim, We have never met, though I feel I know you. Don and I were married one month ago on a crazy weekend in Las Vegas. Don wanted to spring the surprise on you two when we came to visit over the holidays. We've only known each other for a little over six months, but as you know, Don is an easy person to fall in love with. We both knew from the first moment we saw each other that we were destined to be together. He spoke of you two always, and told me in detail what relationship you three had together. I must say I am jealous having not known the three of you earlier. I would have liked to have been included in your circle. I don't know how else to say this, so I will just get it over with quickly. A week ago last Saturday night Don was killed in an automobile accident while he was driving home from some silly errand I had sent him to do. The other driver was drunk and swerved across the median and struck Don's car head on. Don was killed instantly. The drunk driver didn't have a scratch on him. We had talked of how we wanted things if something happened to either of us, and you know Don, he didn't want any fuss over his passing, he specifically forbid me to contact anyone until everything was over and done. I had to respect his wishes no matter how painful. Please understand. I am enclosing the picture that Don cherished above all his other possessions, He never stopped talking about the times you three had. I know he would want you to have it. The three of you together look so happy together. Let's get together when the pain has lessened, now is too soon, I know, for any of us, but some day.... The letter was signed by his wife who we had never met. The photo was of the three of us standing together. On either side was Don and I, our arms over Susan's shoulders. In the middle stood Susan, smiling happily, naked as the day she was born. We had taken it on a whim one day at a local state park. What made it so humorous was the guy we'd asked to take photos reaction when Susan had suddenly stripped naked and jumped between us and then told him to shoot. It was just one of the many memories we all shared. Susan insisted we give Don a framed print. She never once seemed embarrassed by her nudity. That night finally it started to snow, big cottony flakes falling on a windless night. We sat holding each other silent, by the fire, watching but not seeing the snowfall illuminated by the spotlights. Tears fell from our cheeks. Suddenly Susan rose from my arms, and walked to the window, I could see the reflection of her tear streaked face. Wordlessly she stripped off her clothes, turned to me, and pulled me toward the door. Out in the falling snow, she moved bare foot around the yard, arms extended, face upward, body naked to the cold. Her steps were light as if in a dance, but the joy was not there. Around and around she waltzed, oblivious to the cold, feet in snow, breasts and nipples hardening, breath sending puffs of vapor as she pushed herself harder. I stood there fully clothed, chilling until my body shivered uncontrollably, but still she was not done with her dance. Finally she stopped, her skin whitened until it took a translucent hue. Wet from the falling snow, and even though her skin was cold, she had a sheen of sweat from her exertions. She dropped to her back, laying flat on the snow covered ground, and spread her arms and legs to make the shape of a naked snow angel. She then lay still arms out to her side, legs spread as wide as they would go and cried, making mournful sobs that wracked her body. She lay there crying until the snow began to accumulate on her pubic triangle and beautiful long hair. Breaking my immobility, I went to her, knelt by her side, lifted her to her feet, then cradled in my arms I carried her back to the warmth of our house. Her naked body was as cold as the snow but she never shivered or complained. I dried her by the fire then led her to our bed. Remarkably when I touched her pussy, she was slick and wet. I gently pushed into her as her hips lifted to meet my probing fingers. She looked at me and as if begging, said, "Make love to me now, please I need you in me now." Without further preliminaries I rolled on top of her and gently pushed deeply into her. Without warning she suddenly rolled from under me and straddled my body. Lifting herself up, then sitting impaled on my manhood, she began to ride my shaft with savage thrusts. Each time she rose, she nearly disengaged from me leaving only the head of my cock in the entrance of her tunnel. Then she would literally slam herself down onto me taking me so deeply that she would bottom out on her womb, letting out a cry of pain each time she did so. Susan gripped my hands over her breasts and squeezed them so tightly that I knew I was hurting her. Again and again she slammed onto me until she stopped at the bottom of a thrust as convolutions wracked her body. That triggered my climax and I shot up inside her so strongly, I literally felt pain. She collapsed back onto me, drenched in sweat, holding me closely, with my shaft still inside her. We fell asleep to dream of our dearest lost friend, Don.