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My Best Friend Emily

By: FerdGerfel



This story is a fantasy that came completely out of my dirty little mind. Any similarities to anyone you know or anything you have ever seen or heard is a complete accident, but ultimately inevitable.

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I woke up that morning thinking that my life was perfect. I was 30 years old, happily married to a beautiful wife, and had a great job and a wonderful home. I had everything I thought I wanted. I had no idea that by the end of the day my life would be turned completely upside down.

Unlike my wife I was an early riser, even on a Saturday morning. I was out of bed at 6:30, camped out in the living room with a bowl of cereal and watching ESPN. The sun was shining and the birds were singing.

Around 9 my wife shuffled in. Even 9am was early for her if she didn't need to get up. At first glance Lisa was everything I was looking for in a woman. She was 5'9" and 140 pounds of curves and womanly flesh. She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat, not by a long shot. She was curvy, shapely, and proportional. She had long brown hair and glasses, which were two things that always caught my eye for some reason. She was intelligent too. We met in college. We ended up living on the same floor of our dorm in our sophomore year, and we were just kind of drawn to each other. We hung out with our dorm mates, then we hung out alone, then we were a couple. Then we were engaged. After we graduated we got married.

The biggest debate of our relationship was where we would live. Lisa was more of a city person and wanted to get an apartment downtown. I had a business degree and was working as a financial advisor, and I was a big advocate of homeownership over renting. Accruing equity, and all that. Besides, it was 2008, the housing market was collapsing, and prices were plummeting. I pushed for a house in the suburbs. Somehow, I won. We found a nice three bedroom ranch on a quiet street at the edge of town. It was brand new. The builder was desperate to unload it, and we got a great deal. Our house was going to be one of a street full of houses, but the builder stopped building due to lack of demand, and six years later ours was still the only house on the street.

The sight of my sexy wife looking disheveled in her nightgown turned me on. I had seen SportCenter all the way through twice already. Would she be up for morning sex? Sometimes she'd come looking for me to invite me back to bed to snuggle and maybe more. Sometimes.

"Joe," Lisa said, "Don't forget you promised to get me topsoil for my garden."

I groaned. Lately Lisa had been talking about starting a garden. At least after six years she was finally taking an interest in the house, I thought to myself. It was just that even though I had a dream of homeownership I didn't really care about what it looked like, especially since we didn't have any neighbors to impress. So who cared about flowers? I mowed the grass every Sunday, and to me that was enough. I was allergic to flowers, anyway. It was probably just going to make me sneeze more. Still, I tried to look on the bright side. The more flowers that Lisa planted meant the less grass that I had to mow. I put on my best happy husband face. "Sure, honey," I said.

"Thanks," Lisa said. She was still half awake. She turned to go back to bed.

"Oh, by the way," I said as she headed back to the bedroom, "Emily is coming over later to watch the game."

I saw Lisa freeze in her tracks. Then she walked stiffly toward the bedroom without another word. You see, Emily is my best friend since middle school. She's basically the exact opposite of Lisa. Emily is a petite 5'4", a spunky tomboy with short blonde hair and a lot of energy. We grew up together but didn't really hit it off until we sat across from each other in Social Studies in eighth grade. I had recently discovered that I had a sense of humor and one day I spent most of the class cracking Emily up. I finally drew the ire of the teacher who singled me out for detention, which made Emily laugh harder than anything. After that day we were inseparable. We would go over to each other's houses to play video games, watch ballgames, and trade baseball cards. Basically anything you'd expect best friends to do. 

Why didn't I end up with Emily, you're wondering. I know you are. I used to wonder about it too before I met Lisa. The short answer was that Emily was completely boy crazy. Every week it was a different boy. She'd have a crush on Mike one week. All she would talk about was Mike. Mike Mike Mike. Then she'd get bored and move on to Tony. Tony's so cute. Tony's so funny. Tony Tony Tony. Then she'd lose interest in Tony. And so on. After a couple of years of it I just got completely numb to it all. It was never "Joe's so cute, Joe's so funny," and I grudgingly accepted that we would always be friends. It's not like I didn't get my share of attention in high school. I was tall and lean, 5'11" and 160 pounds, not muscular but sinewy. I found that I cared a lot less about who Emily was interested in when I had a love interest of my own, and that's how it went. 

I stayed local and went to a state college, got my degree after four years and started my career. Emily took six years to get a bachelors degree in marketing after flunking out of two colleges, one on the east coast, and one on the west coast. She was more out to experience everything life had to offer than get an education. She finally finished up at the same state school I graduated from, but I had already graduated and married Lisa by the time she enrolled there. I kept expecting Emily to run off to London or Paris and live the bohemian life, but to my surprise she stayed local, and more or less single. I was happy that Emily stayed around, but Emily's constant presence bothered Lisa. I never thought that Lisa would be the jealous type, but it was obvious she didn't like to have Emily around. We had a lot of "discussions" about it. Emily's my friend, I would say, and you're my wife. I love you. You have nothing to worry about. Somehow it never seemed to make Lisa feel better.

I threw on jeans and a t-shirt and went out to Home Depot. I came back with two of those huge bags of topsoil. I dragged them unceremoniously into the garage and left them there, next to the packages of flower seeds that Lisa bought weeks ago. By now Lisa was fully awake; her long brown hair brushed and tied back in a pony tail. She was sitting at the kitchen table eating her healthy woman's whatever cereal, and sipping coffee. She was wearing an old t-shirt and Capri's. "Morning, honey," I said as I bent to kiss her cheek. Lisa ignored me, continuing to stare at whatever she was reading on her iPad. 

"What time is the game?" Lisa asked with an air of practiced indifference. The real question was "When is Emily coming over?"

"It's at 3 today," I said, "The Cards are on the West Coast..."

Lisa cut me off. She didn't care much for sports. "Do you think you can spread that topsoil on the garden before then?" She asked.

I groaned. "That'll be a lot of work, honey," I said. It was May so it wouldn't be too hot, but I was still dreading it. Who cares about a bunch of stupid flowers anyway?

"Why are you giving me a hard time?" Lisa snapped. "You were the one who wanted a house in the suburbs."

I took a deep breath. She was right, after all. "I know," I said, "I just hate yard work."

Lisa looked off to the side. "He hates yard work yet he talks me into buying a quarter of an acre full of dirt and weeds," she mumbled. Lisa was a big Tolkien fan, and she mumbled to herself a lot. I was half expecting her to start adding 'my precious' to the end of her sentences one of these days. "You know you have to break up the ground underneath too, right?"

"Ugh, Lisa!" I shouted. "Can't we just hire someone to do the work for us?"

Lisa looked off to the side again, and for a moment I thought she was going to start talking to herself again. Instead her expression softened, and she stood up to face me. "If you do this for me," she said in her best seductive voice, "Then later on I'll do anything you want."

I gulped. "Anything?" I asked.

"After watching you toil in the hot sun," Lisa cooed, "Those big arms straining, sweat pouring off your brow. You're going to make me so hot watching you work." Lisa grabbed my face and kissed me, her tongue pushing past my lips. She pressed herself against me, her full C cup breasts crushed against my chest. Then all at once she pulled away. "Once all the work is done, I'll be all yours," Lisa added as she sat back down and went back to her reading.

I stood there, erection raging, breathing heavy, and contemplating trying to drag Lisa back into the bedroom right then. Lisa on the other hand was spooning cereal into her mouth like nothing had happened. I resolved to go get the work done before Emily arrived, and left Lisa alone.

Within ten minutes I had the shovel, the rake, and the hoe all out along with the bags of topsoil and set about breaking up the ground that Lisa had designated would become her garden. It was about a 20 foot by 20 foot plot of land in the middle of the yard. Breaking up the ground wasn't that hard, really. There was a lot of rain that spring so the ground wasn't too difficult to break up. It was still slow going, though, especially for somebody who didn't really know what he was doing. I was pounding at the ground with the shovel, breaking up the dirt and throwing any rocks clear. After about fifteen minutes I realized Lisa's sinister plan must have been that I'd be so exhausted after all the work that I wouldn't be interested in sex anyway.

I don't want you to get the wrong idea. It's not like Lisa and I had a lousy sex life. It was just, well, monotonous. We would have sex two or three times a week, and it was always your typical one and done missionary sex. We would squeeze it in when nobody's favorite show was on or during halftime or right before bed. Lisa seemed very content with our sex life. She may have seemed frigid or prudish to most people, but she was actually a sexual dynamo who never failed to orgasm at least once when we had sex, and usually two or three times. She was obviously quite satisfied but I craved more... experimentation. Different positions. Different rooms of the house. Different scenarios. Anything. If I came onto her in the living room and she was in the mood she'd run to the bedroom. If I tried to initiate shower sex she'd towel off and flop down on the bed. Food? Bondage? Role playing? She shot all of those ideas down cold. Once, in a pique of frustration I offered to ask Emily if she'd like to join us in a threesome. Lisa didn't speak to me for days after that.

I'm somewhat ashamed to say that I turned to the internet to indulge in my perversions. In the mornings when Lisa was still asleep I would sneak off with my laptop and seek out websites that featured my various kinks and jerk off to stories and videos. I think I was able to keep it all secret from Lisa, which made me guilty. We agreed not to keep secrets from each other, and here I was, jerking off to perverse porn while she was sleeping in the next room. Sometimes I felt like I was living a secret life. I wondered if it would all catch up to me someday.

"Hola, Jose!" Shouted a familiar voice, and I turned to see Emily standing on the patio. I ended up doing a double take. She wasn't dressed like a tomboy today. She was wearing a yellow floral print sundress that covered far less of her than I was used to. It was short-sleeved and low cut and only went about halfway down her thigh. Emily was anything but modest, but she never bothered to show off her body, at least around me. A breeze blew across my yard and the dress fluttered up against her, showing every curve of her petite body.

"Hey yourself," I finally replied, pausing to stare at her.

"You got stuck on yard duty today?" Emily asked. "What?" She added when she realized I was staring at her.

"Nothing," I said, "I just wasn't expecting your Sunday best."

"Oh, this old thing?" Emily said in her best southern drawl, and did a pirouette, causing her short blonde hair and the hem of her dress to go flying around her. "This was the only clean outfit left in my closet."

"I figured," I said, "Either that or you had a hot date later."

"No, no hot date," Emily sighed. "So when do you get off work?"

"When I get the garden ready for planting," I said. I paused to look around. I had done... something... to most of the area. I had broken up the dirt and moved away rocks, at least. I pulled my cap off my head and ran my other hand through my sweaty, wavy brown hair.

"I hope you're getting paid well for this," Emily said.

"Well, supposedly..." I said, and let the meaning hang in the air.

Emily was never one to miss innuendo. "Really?" Emily said, and she hopped down off the deck to move closer to me. I idly wondered where Lisa was at the moment. "What is she offering?" Emily said when she was close enough to speak softly. "A BJ?"

"She said 'anything,'" I replied while raising my eyebrows.

"Wow, anything," Emily said, "You really hit the jackpot."

"I know, right?" I said flippantly. Emily and I talked pretty openly about my sex life, and she knew how frustrated I was. Emily wasn't as forthcoming about her sex life, but I was sure with the endless parade of men in her life that it was much more exciting than mine.

"Well, I'd lend you a hand," Emily said, "But luckily I didn't come dressed for manual labor, so instead I'll just go sit over there and watch you work." With that, Emily turned and all but skipped back onto the deck and sat down in one of the patio chairs.

I spent another ten or fifteen minutes chopping away at the dirt with the shovel and the hoe. My arms were aching with the effort and my back was aching from being hunched over. I decided that I was done, and I started to walk back toward the deck, pulling at my sweat-soaked t-shirt as I did.

"Woo-hoo!" Emily shouted. She had been watching me so quietly I almost forgot she was there. "Take it off, baby!"

I stopped in my tracks and looked at Emily. Then I grinned. "You wanna see more of this?" I asked her.

"Take it off, baby!" Emily shouted again.

I started gyrating like I imagined a male stripper would, but probably looked like an ass. I took my cap and flung it aside. I grabbed my sweat-sodden shirt with both hands and slowly pulled it up and over my head, swinging it in the air and flinging it in Emily's direction.

"Yeah, baby!" Emily shouted. "Come here and get your dollar bill." She rummaged through her purse and started waving a bill in the air.

I half-walked and half-danced my way up onto the deck and over to Emily. I probably should have been thinking about where my wife was at that moment, but I was too busy having fun with my best friend.

"Shake it, baby!" Emily said. She was laughing so hard she could barely get the words out. I reached her and playfully grabbed for the dollar bill. Emily pulled it out of my reach. "Not so fast," Emily said, and she surprised me by leaning forward to slide it into the waistband of my jeans, just above my crotch. I felt her hand graze my stomach, and my cock twitched. "Make that dollar shake, baby!" Emily shouted.

Trying to shake off the sensation of Emily touching me, I gyrated as best I could, shaking my hips side to side and back and forth. Emily surprised me again by standing and moving in closer to me. Suddenly the scent of the shampoo in her short blonde hair was right below my nose, and the fabric of her sundress, not to mention her body right beneath it, was pressed up against my bare chest. Suddenly I wasn't having fun with my best friend anymore. I was rubbing up against a woman that I'd had a crush on for half of my life. I felt myself getting hard. Embarrassed, I stepped away from Emily. I glanced at her, and saw something in her expression that I had never seen before. I tried to place it, but before my mind could figure it out I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. 

Crap. It was Lisa. How long had she been standing there? Lisa was a difficult person to read at the best of times. This wasn't the best of times. She was pissed. 

Emily must have known Lisa was there by my reaction. She must have. "Do you need another dollar, stud?" She said, and made a show of turning around to get her purse. "Oh, hi Lisa," she said.

I glared at Emily. She was my best friend and I loved her to death, but she had a big mouth and sometimes she didn't know when to stop. I could see my night of 'anything' with Lisa evaporating before my eyes.

One thing Lisa always struggled with was my sense of humor, even more so when Emily and I were together. Emily and I had sarcastic senses of humor and lots of inside jokes that nobody else would ever understand, not even my wife. She laughed at what she understood and I appreciated it, but there was a lot that was simply beyond her grasp. Needless to say, this wasn't going to be funny to her. What saved me right then, though, was that Lisa was somewhat jealous of the relationship I had with Emily, and knew that in Emily's eyes she was uptight. Lisa always made an effort to pretend that things that Emily said and did didn't bother her. So instead of freaking out Lisa took a deep breath and mumbled, "They strip and dance in the yard like nobody can see them."

"What's up, Gollum?" Emily quipped without missing a beat.

I saw Lisa's eyes narrow. She knew that it wasn't an endearing nickname. I felt a rush of anger towards Emily. Why was she so intent on pushing Lisa's buttons today? 

Lisa was unable or unwilling to take the bait, though. She ended up walking past both of us and over to the patch of dirt. "You did a pretty good job breaking up all this dirt, honey," Lisa said. I did a bit of a double take. Lisa never used pet names for me. She was marking her territory. Maybe she knew what she was doing, after all. "Are you going to spread the topsoil now?"

"Umm, sure," I said, reaching down and picking up my shirt where I'd tossed it onto the deck. "Just let me go inside and get a drink first." My shirt was damp enough from sweat to wring out, but I put it back on anyway. Remaining shirtless just then would've been a bad idea. I was sure of it. I slid open the patio door and went inside. Emily followed me. Lisa stayed outside.

I rounded on Emily as soon as I reached the kitchen. "Are you trying to get me killed?" I whispered harshly.

"Settle down, Beavis," Emily said. "I'll set everything right. You'll still get your night of 'anything,' I promise." She winked at me.

"Gee thanks," I said, and I proceeded to drink about a half a gallon of water. Boy was I thirsty. Breaking rocks in the hot sun, and all that.

Emily had been peeking out of the kitchen window towards the yard, I guess to verify that Lisa was still out there and not about to come inside. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked.

"You're going to start asking for permission? At this point in our lives?" I asked.

"Right," Emily said. "What did you ever see in that woman?" She asked in a whisper, pointing emphatically out at the yard.

I was taken aback. Emily could be blunt, but she never questioned my marriage before. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, she's not into sports, she's not into... anything else you are... she's boring in the sack... she's a damned weirdo," Emily said, ticking off the reasons on her fingers, "Was it any different when you met?"

"It's not that bad," I snapped. I felt like a caged animal. Why was Emily doing this right then? "When we met we would have these long conversations. We had a lot of the same views on life. We were physically attracted to each other. Our relationship grew out of mutual respect and affection...," I tailed off. I had run out of gas. How did I end up with Lisa anyway? Eight years later and the best recollection I had was 'it just sort of happened.'


My Best Friend Emily



"And now..." Emily said.

"And now..." I mimicked.

"You're miserable," Emily said. "I've known you a long time. You're not happy."

"I am too happy!" It was all I could do not to scream. "It's been a little rough lately. Our marriage is a constant battle for control. It gets frustrating sometimes. At least Lisa is making an effort now to enjoy the house."

"Fine," Emily said, "As long as you say you're happy." She paused, and I thought the conversation was over, but then she added, "I can't stop thinking that if I was around then things would have been different."

I felt myself flush. Where was she going with this? "Different how?" I asked.

"I don't know," Emily said, "If I was around when you two were dating..."

"You would've what?" I said. "Tried to break us up?" I took a leap of intuition. "Is that what you're trying to do now?"

"No!" Emily shouted. I glanced out of the kitchen window. Lisa was still staring thoughtfully at the ground. "I'm not trying to destroy your marriage," Emily said more softly. "You say you're happy and we'll leave it at that. But you do admit that you're frustrated, and I want you to know that it shouldn't be like that. There are ways to alleviate that frustration."

"What?" I asked. "You mean like..." I made a jerking off motion with my hand.

Emily laughed. "Sure, if that makes you feel better," she said. 

"Why? What else do you mean?" I asked.

Emily grinned her most mischievous grin. Whatever she was about to say was going to be a doozy. But she never got to say it. "Joe," We both heard Lisa call from outside.

Emily and I locked eyes. Emily shrugged. "Coming, dear," I called, and Emily followed me back out into the yard.

"Oh, there you are," Lisa said, as though she had no idea I'd been in the kitchen. "You missed a big rock over here."

I groaned, then hopped off the patio and over to where Lisa was pointing. There was a decent sized rock sticking out of the ground. "Nobody's perfect," I said with a shrug, and bent down to pick up the rock and heave it out of the way.

"Are you going to put down the fertilizer now?" Lisa said. It was an irritating, nagging way to make an order sound like a question. I took a deep breath and let the annoyance wash over me.

"Yes dear," I replied, and set about opening the bags of fertilizer and spreading it around while Lisa and Emily made themselves comfortable in our lawn chairs. It probably took me another hour to rip the big bags open, spread the fertilizer around the plot of land, and then use the rake to even it all out as best I could. I don't think Lisa and Emily said a word the entire time, to me or each other. I glanced over occasionally, and they were both sunning themselves and watching me work. I thought about some of the things that Emily had said to me. Would things have been different if she had been around when I met Lisa and not a thousand miles away sowing her wild oats? Was there any chance of us ending up together if I was single when she came home? I never liked to second guess my decisions so I abandoned those thoughts. What was Emily up to anyway? Sometimes she just liked to push people's buttons, but I knew her well enough to think that she had something else up her sleeve today. I just couldn't figure out what it was.

I raked the fertilizer, and then I raked the fertilizer... and then I raked the fertilizer again. I was kind of hoping that Lisa would be the one to tell me that I was done, that I had done a good job, and that I could go inside and relax. Finally I got sick of raking. I tossed the rake down and looked over at Lisa. "How does it look honey?" I asked.

"Oh," Lisa said, as though the thought that she would be the one to make that decision never occurred to her. She stood up and walked down to inspect my work. Emily followed her. "It looks... good," Lisa said, and I realized that she had no idea what it was supposed to look like.

"Great job, pal," Emily said, and punched me in the arm.

"Yeah, well, I'm gonna go wash up," I said, and walked back into the house without looking back at either of them. I went to the bathroom to wash up, and went into the kitchen to drink some more water. It was only then that I realized that Emily didn't follow me. Emily always stayed with me. She hated being alone with Lisa. Sometimes she would literally wait outside the bathroom door for me, just so she wouldn't have to be alone with Lisa. 

I went over to the patio door and was shocked to see Emily and Lisa practically nose to nose. I flung the door open and rushed outside, straining to hear what they were saying to each other.

"... don't deserve him," I thought I heard Emily say.

"She comes into my house and tells me that I don't deserve my husband," I heard Lisa say.

"Stop talking like that!" Emily shouted. "I'm standing right here!" Emily reached out and shoved Lisa.

Lisa staggered backwards a step. Time seemed to stand still. I had no idea how Lisa would react to the shove. I doubted she was ever in a physical confrontation. She hardly ever even got angry. Then, almost in slow motion, Lisa closed the gap on Emily and shoved her back.

Emily was probably more shocked than anything, but the shove was enough to knock her backwards onto the grass. She stayed on the ground for a few seconds. Then, with a sound that was almost a growl, she suddenly launched herself to her feet and charged Lisa. Emily hit Lisa with both hands up around her shoulders and sent her flying backwards... right into the topsoil.

Lisa fell back into the topsoil with a thud. She lay there spread-eagled, the shock obvious on her face. Emily's momentum had taken her to where she was standing right beside Lisa. Emily was laughing.

"Let's see how you like it!" Lisa shouted and kicked out with her leg, knocking Emily's legs out from under her and onto her butt in the topsoil. At least Lisa was dressed for yard work in a t-shirt and Capri's. Emily was in a dress. It was probably going to be ruined.

"You bitch!" Emily shouted, and started flinging topsoil at Lisa. Lisa sat up and started flinging topsoil back. Emily had the better arm and aim than Lisa, but they were just a few feet away from each other, so Lisa was able to hit Emily with most of her throws. Soon they were both covered with the dark dirt.

Emily eventually got tired of just flinging dirt at Lisa and scooped up a double handful of topsoil, intent on dumping it all on Lisa. Lisa was ready for her and when Emily unbalanced herself reaching forward she pushed Emily over, topsoil flying everywhere. Lisa then reached for her own double handful of topsoil, but before she could dump it on Emily's prone form Emily reached up and grabbed her hands. Emily was able to get the topsoil to fall out of Lisa's hands, but she didn't let go. Suddenly the two women were holding each other's arms, grappling, each one trying to gain the upper hand.

I have to stop this, I thought to myself. No, I really did think that. The thought came and went but I remained frozen in place. My wife and my best friend were fighting, rolling around in the dirt. Part of me was terrified that by the end of the day my marriage or my friendship, or maybe both, would be over. But the rest of me was so turned on by what was unfolding that my jeans could barely hold my erection.

Emily had managed to overpower Lisa and push her onto her back. Emily was straddling Lisa, but before she could completely gain the upper hand Lisa was able to push her over. Now Emily was on her back and Lisa was trying to climb on top of her. Clumps of the dark topsoil was clinging to both of them now, streaks of it covered their bare arms and legs and smeared their clothes.

I thought again that I needed to put a stop to it. This time I was able to form a plan and put it into action. I have no idea why my plan wasn't just 'go in there and pull them apart,' but instead I went and grabbed the garden hose. I thought turning the hose on them would snap them out of whatever had gotten into them. I lifted up the hose, aimed, and fired a stream of water right at them. It didn't stop the fight, but it did do two things. It soaked their clothes so that Lisa's t-shirt and Emily's dress both became see-through, and it turned the topsoil all around them into mud.

Emily and Lisa ignored my attempts to stop them with the hose, and the fact that they were both now soaked. They continued to struggle against each other, trying to gain the upper hand. I could see the outline of Lisa's bra through her t-shirt, and her nipples poking out. Emily's bra was clearly visible through her now transparent dress, and her nipples were also visible. The hose would wash the dirt off of their bodies and clothes, and then they would roll around and get covered again. The muddier the ground got, the more dirt that would cling to their wet skin and clothes.

Emily was finally able to roll on top of Lisa and straddle her. She was trying to pin Lisa's arms to the ground. Lisa was flailing wildly, trying to avoid being pinned. Suddenly Lisa's hand grabbed hold of Emily's soaked dress and she used it to fling Emily off of her, only as Emily got flung aside the dress stayed in Lisa's hand and tore right down the back! Emily was now on her side in the mud, staring at how her one sleeve was still in Lisa's hand and halfway down her arm. Then, with a scream she threw herself at Lisa. Things had just gotten worse.

I finally turned off the hose, realizing that it wasn't having the desired effect. A flash of Emily's mud-streaked bare back made me think about privacy. Like I said we were the only house on the block. Better still the builder had put up a six foot high white picket fence all around our property in anticipation of neighbors that never came. I was definitely the only person who could see what was happening.

It's hard to explain now my feelings at that moment. Sure, my wife and my best friend were fighting, but they weren't hurting each other. They were rolling around in the mud. It was at the same time the most terrifying, and the most erotic thing I had ever seen. At moments I wanted to stop it, and at moments I wanted to whip out my cock and start beating off like mad. I did neither. I remained frozen with indecision.

Down in our impromptu mud pit the objective had gone from domination to humiliation after Lisa tore Emily's dress. The rush of rage that Emily was riding gave her the extra strength to pin and straddle Lisa again. "Let's see how you like it!" Emily screamed as she pulled at the neckline of Lisa's t-shirt. I heard a ripping sound as Lisa's t-shirt was torn down the middle, exposing her bra and her ample cleavage. Not satisfied with just tearing her clothes, Emily started grabbing handfuls of muddy soil and smearing it on Lisa's exposed torso. Emily found herself being constricted by her dress since the sleeves were sliding down her arms. To my shock she let the sleeves fall down her arms and the whole front of the dress fall away, leaving her clad in just a lacy white bra from the waist up. She tried to push the front half of her dress out of her way and kept trying to smear mud all over my wife. 

Lisa was flailing and trying desperately to get Emily off of her. She was eventually able to grab hold of the front half of the dress and use it to fling Emily off of her. Emily went sliding a few feet away in the mud, the dress taking the worst of it. What I got was a great view of Emily's panties under her dress as she went flying. Emily skidded to a halt and she quickly pushed herself up onto her knees. She looked down at the remains of her dress, torn and tattered and streaked with mud. "You're gonna pay for this!" Emily shouted.

Lisa sat up, and pulled her ruined t-shirt off of her. What was still visible of her white cotton bra had turned gray. The rest of her front was covered in mud. "You're gonna pay for this," Lisa said as she held her ruined muddy t-shirt in front of her. 

Emily made a move, but apparently found herself constricted again by the remnants of her dress. She shocked me again by grabbing it at her waistline and flopping onto her back, pulling the wet and torn fabric down her legs and off of her completely. Emily was now just in her underwear. "Take this!" Emily shouted and flung the dress at Lisa.

"Take this!" Lisa replied and flung her t-shirt at Emily.

"Are you copying me?" Emily shouted. "What are you, five?" She was on her haunches in the mud, in her underwear. She took a handful of the mud and flung it at Lisa. Lisa flung mud right back at Emily.

Emily started knee-walking, closing the gap between her and Lisa. Emily's goal was obvious to everyone, and Lisa reached out and grabbed Emily's shoulders before she got too close to her pants. Emily grabbed back at Lisa, but now that the ground below them was all muddy it only took a second for one of them to slip and both of them to topple over. They rolled back and forth in the muddy topsoil, trying to gain the upper hand again. They were both soon completely covered in a layer of the muddy dirt. After a minute it got difficult to tell them apart, until I saw that Emily had grabbed hold of Lisa's pants and started pulling them down her legs. Lisa was trying to stop her but once Emily got them past Lisa's knees there was little she could do but let Emily pull them down. Emily couldn't pull them off of Lisa's legs because her sneakers were in the way, so she yanked Lisa's sneakers off and flung them away, finally pulling her pants off and tossing them away as well. Lisa was now dressed only in her mud-soaked bra and white cotton panties.

Lisa struggled back into a sitting position and faced Emily. They were both covered in mud and stripped to their underwear. I could see their chests heaving. They were both trying to catch their breath. I thought that maybe we had finally reached the end of this madness. I took a step forward and held out my arms, ready to play peacemaker.

Instead Lisa grabbed a handful of mud and flung it at Emily. Emily reciprocated, and the battle started anew. Now that both women were half-naked, the scene was even sexier. They closed the gap as though by mutual understanding and grabbed each other, flinging themselves down into the mud and rolling back and forth. What was left of their clothing, Emily's lacy white bra and panties set, and Lisa's white cotton underwear had turned gray from the mud. Lisa still had socks on and they also quickly turned gray from the mud. Emily had been wearing sandals but they were gone. They must have fallen off at some point. They continued to struggle. Was it for supremacy, domination? Were they fighting over me? I thought for the hundredth time that I needed to put a stop to it.

As they rolled back and forth I got a glimpse of naked breast. Lisa's sodden bra was no longer able to contain her breasts. The cups were sliding down, and Lisa's breasts were coming into view. Emily seemed to notice it before Lisa, and made a point of grabbing at the cups of her bra and yanking them down. Lisa's cotton bra wasn't made for this kind of abuse. It snapped somewhere, and fell away. My wife was now topless.

I simply couldn't stand it anymore. Knowing that nobody could see me and I was being ignored by the two combatants, I reached into my pants and grabbed my erection. I was surprised to find a dollar bill in my underwear. I had forgotten all about the little strip tease that probably started the whole thing barely an hour ago. I tossed it away. I was so turned on it only took me a few strokes to shoot my load all over my hand inside my jeans. Embarrassed and uncomfortable with the cum inside my jeans, I turned my attention back to the battle.

Lisa, my wife, the prude, who I couldn't get to consent to anything but missionary sex inside the bedroom, was now topless and covered in mud. She made no effort to cover herself. Her entire being was focused on Emily's bra. Emily's lace bra was made of sturdier stuff, though. Lisa had climbed on top of Emily and was pulling at it with all her strength. Emily's bra, however, refused to rip, and was clearly cutting into Emily's skin. Emily was crying out in pain. It was the first indication that either of them was in any kind of pain, and it finally pressed me into action. I rushed over and reached for my muddy wife, barely able to keep my balance. I was able to pull her up and away from Emily.

"Let me at her," Lisa snarled at me, and tried to break free from my grip. She was quite a sight. Her long brown hair was matted down with mud. Her bare chest was heaving. Her body was covered in the dark mud, her gray panties had come askew, and a hint of her pubic hair was visible. "I was winning."

"Like hell you were," Emily snapped as she struggled to her feet. If anything, she was an even bigger mess. Her short blonde hair was brown with dirt. She was trying to adjust her bra back into place, her small breasts visible as she tried to pull the cups back over them. She was liberally covered in mud, her lace thong panties also askew. She turned herself to inspect her own behind and succeeded in giving me a view of her ass only obscured by the dirty lace wedged into her crack. She caught my eye and noticed I was staring. She gave me a wink.

Lisa noticed. "You're not going to steal my man you whore!" She shouted, and tried to break free again.

"Who's trying to steal him?" Emily asked. "If you're so worried about it maybe you should try harder to keep him."

"What does that mean?" Lisa asked.

"Stop it!" I screamed. I mean, I bellowed it. It was probably the loudest I'd ever spoken in my entire life. I succeeded in getting them to stop yelling at each other and look at me. "Nobody is stealing anyway, and nobody needs to try harder. Look at yourselves!" I said, gesturing to their muddy bodies, "You need to clean up."

My screaming seemed to finally take the fight out of them. Lisa and Emily looked down at themselves and then each other. Emily burst out laughing. To my shock Lisa joined her. "Oh my God, I'm a fucking mess!" Emily said.

"So am I!" Lisa said. 

I could hardly keep up with the two of them. They were trying to kill each other, and now they were laughing hysterically. I started to chuckle too, standing in my yard with my nearly naked, mud-covered wife and best friend. Yeah, this was pretty funny.

Something else was passing between the two of them. Emily gave a little jerk of her head. Lisa nodded. The next thing I knew Lisa had grabbed hold of me and was trying to drag me down. I was startled but I was able to hold my footing, and Lisa ended up being the one to fall onto her butt. She didn't let go of my arm though, causing me to lose my balance. Emily saw the opportunity and gave me a shove, knocking me over onto my side. I hit the muddy ground, and was quickly attacked by both Emily and Lisa. They were laughing. I was laughing.

"Let's see how you like it!" Emily said as she laughed. Both women were pulling at my shirt. I was trying to fight them off. Lisa managed to climb on top of me, and I wasted no time grabbing for her pendulous muddy breasts as they hung down over me. Lisa was trying to keep my arms busy while Emily grabbed my shirt. I stopped trying to feel up my wife long enough to push Emily aside. Then I grabbed Lisa, pushing her off of me and beside me into the mud. I rolled over and on top of her. I could feel the muddy topsoil clinging to my back. I grabbed Lisa's arms and pinned her down into the mud. She was a muddy mess, but it was probably the sexiest she had ever looked. 

Lisa was still laughing and trying to get free. "What?" She said. I realized I was staring at her. I gave in to the moment and kissed her. Lisa seemed surprised but responded, and there we were, kissing in the mud. I reached down with my right hand and grabbed her breast roughly. This was unexpected, and more extreme that I was looking for, but this was definitely the type of unusual sexual situation I was hoping for. To my surprise Lisa was every bit as turned on as I was. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. She arched her back and threw her legs into the air, pressing her groin against mine. I felt myself grow rock hard against her. I felt...




My Best Friend Emily



Emily had turned the hose on us. "Get a room, you two!" She cackled. Lisa and Emily might have ignored the hose when they were fighting, but the shock of the cold water broke my sexual trance with Lisa. I pulled away from Lisa, wet and muddy, and tried to take off after Emily, slipping and sliding until I was out of the impromptu mud pit. Once my feet got purchase on the dry grass I started running full tilt at Emily. She dropped the hose and ran, and I chased her around the yard. She was quick but I was faster. I eventually ran her down and grabbed her arm, pulling her to me in a bear hug so she couldn't escape. We were both laughing. 

Then Emily did something I didn't expect. She reached down with her hand and grabbed my erection through my jeans. "Hey, big fella," she whispered in my ear. Startled, I got my bearings and realized that I was on the far side of the yard, facing away from Lisa. She probably couldn't see what Emily did. I whirled around to face Lisa. She was sitting up in the mud where I had left her, watching us. She didn't look like she saw Emily grab my crotch.

"You're gonna pay for that!" I shouted for everyone's benefit, and then scooped Emily up into my arms. She playfully struggled against me as I carried her back across the yard, and dumped her back into the mud. She landed with a splat. I was quickly on top of her, grabbing mud and smearing it all over her. I was trying to be careful not to touch any of her private parts, but I eventually ended up sliding my hand across her breast. Emily was laughing and trying to fend me off, but I could see her eyes bulge when I touched her.

I sensed movement behind me, and suddenly Lisa was pulling at my shirt. She succeeded in pulling my shirt up and around my arms. I flailed to try and stop her, and ended up falling backwards, prone and helpless. Emily leapt up and went for my jeans.

"Hold him, hold his arms!" Emily shouted at Lisa as she struggled to undo my wet and muddy jeans.

"I'm trying!" Lisa shouted as I flailed about. Emily got my button undone and started pulling my jeans down. She had to pull off my shoes too, but I was too constricted by my shirt on my arms and my jeans on my legs to fight back. Emily got my jeans down and then Lisa finished pulling my shirt off. Now I was just in my underwear too.

"Now we're even!" Emily shouted.

"Not quite," Lisa said, "He's way too clean."

"You're right!" Emily said, and they both began scooping up handfuls of mud and smearing it on me. I struggled for a moment, but it felt, well, good. I was laughing, and exhausted by the events of the day, and eventually I just gave up and let my sexy wife and best friend rub their hands all over my body. I peeked down and sure enough my boxers did little to hide my erection. It was standing straight up, seven inches of manhood, for both of them to see, but they both already knew I was hard anyway. They ignored my crotch and smeared mud all over my torso, arms and legs until I was completely covered.

"I think he's enjoying this," I heard Emily say.

"I think he's enjoying this a little too much," I heard Lisa say. They were obviously both looking at my crotch now.

"What do you...?" Emily started to say, but she was cut off by Lisa. She flung one last handful of mud onto my chest. "Oh well, time to clean up," Lisa said, and she rose unsteadily to her feet and started walking away.

I looked up at Emily. She looked, well, frustrated, but only for a moment. She also chucked her last handful of mud at me. "Let's go," she said, and offered me a hand. We ended up helping each other to our feet, and we followed Lisa over to where the hose was lying.

"I think we'd better clean up out here the best we can," Lisa said.

"Ladies first," I said, leaning down to pick up the hose. I moved a few feet away from Lisa and Emily and turned the hose on. I concentrated on Lisa first, watching the dirt rinse off of her half naked body. Her hands followed the spray of the hose around her body, trying to scrub as much of the dirt off as she could. I couldn't help but aim the hose right at Lisa's crotch, earning a shriek from her. She had to grab what was left of her cotton panties to keep the force of the spray from knocking them right off of her. I aimed at her hair next and Lisa took her time vigorously shaking as much dirt as she could out of her hair. After a few minutes Lisa was more or less clean.

"My turn!" Emily said, and I turned the hose on her. Emily somehow managed to turn her cleanup into something, well, sexy. She rubbed her hands seductively up and down her body, arching her back until her nipples slid free of her ruined lace bra. She struck a few playful poses, stretched and primped as I rinsed the dirt off of her. I stole a glance at Lisa, thinking she would be annoyed by the show that Emily was putting on, but she didn't look angry. Was she... indifferent? Aroused? Damn, my wife was a hard person to read. "Okay, I'm good," Emily eventually said. "Your turn!"

Emily moved to grab the hose from me before Lisa had a chance to. She moved a few feet away and unleashed it on me. It proved to be harder to get me clean because the dirt clung more stubbornly to my hairy body. I rubbed and rubbed at my hairy chest and legs with my hands until I finally felt at least somewhat clean. "I think that's the best I'm gonna do without soap," I shouted to Emily over the sound of the hose.

"Wait," I just want to clean one more thing," Emily said, and she fired it right at my crotch.

The direct hit of the cold water on my already hard cock caused me to yell out. Emily cackled with glee and finally turned the hose off. "Sorry, I couldn't resist," she finally said.

I fought off the urge to throw her back into the mud. "Okay, so I guess now we go shower the rest off?" I asked, looking first at Lisa, then at Emily.

Lisa turned to Emily. "You can use the guest bathroom," Lisa said, "And we'll take the master bathroom." The 'we' kind of hung in the air, and Emily and I shared a glance. "You should have everything you need in the guest bathroom Emily," Lisa said, moving over to me and taking my hand. "If you're done before us, make yourself at home." I shared another surprise glance with Emily as I let Lisa lead me away.

Lisa led me into the house and into the master bathroom. She reached into our spacious shower and turned on the water. Then she attacked me. That was the best word for it. Lisa rarely initiated sex. The best she would usually do was to give me a 'come hither' look at then expect me to do the work. This was different. She pressed me up against the shower door, kissing me and grinding her hips against my erection. "Mmm..." Lisa mumbled, running her hand along my erection through my boxers, "I think I like being dirty."

Part of me was questioning what exactly about the last couple of hours had gotten my wife so hot, but the rest of me was screaming JUST GO WITH IT!!

Lisa was sliding down now, rubbing her breasts down my torso as she went. Her hands reached my boxers and she pulled them over my erection and down my legs. My cock sprung free for the first time. Even though I had jerked off in the middle of the mud fight barely an hour ago I was hard as a rock. "Ooh," Lisa cooed, and sort of nuzzled my cock with the side of her face. She then slowly rose to her feet, brushing her breasts along my body as she went. She reached my lips with hers and kissed me hungrily. I reached down and pushed her ruined panties down her legs. I felt her step out of them. "I want you," she whispered. I felt her reaching for the shower door behind me. I moved aside and she opened the door. I stepped inside, feeling the lukewarm water washing over me, and pulled her inside with me. It was my turn to push Lisa up against the far wall of the shower.

"Mmm..." Lisa moaned as I pressed my erection against her. "Can we... do it... here?" She asked breathlessly in between kisses.

Without a word I grabbed her in a bear hug around the waist and lifted her off the ground. Lisa gasped as I pressed her back against the shower wall with my body. I grunted with the effort. "Wrap your legs around me," I growled.

Lisa threw her arms and legs around me. I was able to free first one hand, then the other to move them below her thighs. With another huge effort I lifted her several more inches, until her crotch was above mine. Then I slowly let her slide down... down... until I could feel her pubic area touch my cock. I heard Lisa gasp. "Put it in me," she moaned.

I continued to maneuver ourselves until I was able to penetrate her with the tip of my cock. I wriggled and ground against her but, darn that geometry, I couldn't get more than a few inches into her. I knew that Lisa liked deep penetration, which was one of the reasons why she preferred missionary position so much. We were both so eager to fuck, however, I don't think it mattered to either of us. "Ohh... yeah," Lisa moaned onto the top of my head. I started thrusting up into her as hard as I could, and Lisa started bucking her hips, trying to drive me further into her. 

We were grunting like animals, each of us trying to get as much pleasure out of our bodies as we could. As turned on as we were, it didn't matter that our position wasn't really optimal. I felt my orgasm building, the excitement over everything that had already happened and the hot shower sex I was finally getting from my wife pushing me over the edge. "Ugh," I growled, rising up onto my toes as I came, trying to get even more of my cock into her.

My orgasm triggered Lisa's. "Yes, yes, YES!" She cried, her body shaking, her hips bucking against me. I suddenly couldn't hold her up anymore, and pulled away from the wall, letting Lisa fall against me, holding her up as her orgasm continued to wash over her. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other under the spray of the water. Then Lisa kissed me.

"So that's what you've been bugging me for all this time?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah, more or less," I replied.

Lisa made a sound like she just ate some good soup. "Sorry I waited so long," she said. "I love you," she added.

"I love you too," I said, and we held each other under the water a little longer.

"Okay, let's clean up!" Lisa said.

We washed our hair liberally with shampoo, twice. We scrubbed each other down, paying unnecessary attention to our private parts, even the parts that didn't get dirty. Finally after what must have been half an hour we decided we were clean. We toweled off and dressed in fresh clothes. It was then that I gave my first thought to Emily in quite some time. "We need to find Emily something to wear," I said to Lisa.

"I don't think either of us have anything that will fit her!" Lisa said. We eventually decided on an old t-shirt of mine that was small on me, and a pair of my gym shorts. We found Emily sitting in my recliner, sipping a beer and watching the ballgame. She was wearing a towel around her breasts and waist. She demurely crossed her legs as we entered. 

"All clean?" Emily asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yeah," I replied, "It took a while to umm..."

"I'm sure it did," Emily cut me off. "Are those for me?" She asked, gesturing to the clothes in Lisa's arms.

"Yeah," Lisa said, "We probably don't have anything that'll fit you right, but it's the best we could do."

"No problem," Emily said, and hopped out of my recliner to take the clothes. As Emily grabbed the clothes the towel fell off of her, leaving her completely naked.

I heard Lisa gasp. Emily made no effort to hide her nakedness. I stared at her small breasts, seeing them clean for the first time. I glanced involuntarily at her crotch. It looked like she was completely shaved.

"Oops," Emily said as the towel fell. "What?" She added to Lisa's apparent shock. "After before, I don't think any of us have any secrets anymore." She proceeded to put on the shorts and t-shirt. Even a small t-shirt on me was large enough so that Emily looked like she was wearing a mini-skirt. The shorts we gave her were completely hidden. "The game just started," Emily said, "Grab a beer and sit down." Emily plopped back down into the recliner.

I stared at her. She knew that the recliner was MY seat. "You're in my seat, babe," I said.

"Finders, keepers, losers, weepers," Emily taunted. "Fine, if you want it that bad, there's plenty of room here," she said, moving aside and patting the open space.

"Fine," I said, and turned and scrunched into the open space. Emily pressed back against me and we both started wriggling against each other, fighting for every inch of space.

"Children," I heard Lisa mumble. She had settled onto the sofa with her iPad. 

"Anyway, I'm starving," Emily said after we had finally settled down. "But I think we missed lunch."

"We can have an early dinner," I offered, and we ended up getting a pizza delivered. I stuffed myself with four slices. Emily and Lisa had the other two each. Emily and I squeezed back into the recliner to watch the rest of the game in a well-fed stupor, occasionally elbowing each other in the ribs. Lisa stayed with us, reading on her iPad, which was unusual for her. Usually she would go into one of the spare bedrooms. I wondered why she stayed with us. Was it because she wanted to be with us, or because she was afraid to leave us alone now?

The Cards game meandered on like only a Saturday afternoon baseball game could, a back and forth affair full of pitching changes that ended up lasting over four hours and going 11 innings. The Cards finally won it 9-7 on a walk off home run by Yadier Molina. Emily and I jumped out of the recliner, jumping up and down and high-fiving each other.

It was well after 7pm now, and thoughts of my night of 'anything' with Lisa returned. I glanced at her when we were done celebrating. She hadn't even bothered to look up from her iPad. I looked at Emily. Was she going to say she was going home now to leave us alone?

"Hey, we should all play a game or something," Emily said.

"Like what?" I asked. I didn't think she would want to play one of the board games I had in the attic, and Lisa didn't play video games. She did say all of us, right?

"I don't know..." Emily said, "Hey, let's play truth or dare!"

I laughed at the suggestion, but behind me I heard Lisa say, "Okay." I turned to look at Lisa. She was staring at Emily.

"Great," Emily said. "Who wants to start?"

The first few rounds of the game were boring, tame questions and dares to feel each other out. After the events of the day I sensed that Emily had an ulterior motive. Lisa must have sensed it too. I found myself wondering why she agreed to the game at all. This was way out of character for her.

The sun set outside and we didn't bother to turn any lights on in the house. The only light came from the television, which we turned to one of the Music Choice rock stations on channel one thousand something. I sat next to Lisa on the sofa, leaving Emily alone in the recliner.

Emily, of course, was the one who took our game to another level. "Lisa," she said, "Truth or dare."

"Dare," Lisa said.

"I dare you to..." Emily paused, "Show me your blow job technique."

Everything I knew about my wife before today told me she was about to storm out of the room and tell me Emily was never allowed back in the house again. Instead she said, "On what?"

"On this beer bottle here," Emily said, holding up one of the empty beer bottles. Lisa stood up and walked over to Emily. She took the beer bottle from Emily. I saw her take off her glasses and place them on the end table (luckily she wasn't wearing them during the mud fight before) and put her mouth on the beer bottle, bobbing up and down. It couldn't have been all that pleasant for Lisa. She didn't drink and hated the taste of beer. Still, she did her best. I got a blow job from Lisa once a year, if I was lucky. After about fifteen seconds she pulled the bottle out of her mouth with a popping sound.

"Good?" Lisa asked.

"Great," Emily said, "Joe's a lucky man."

"He knows," Lisa said. "Okay Emily, truth or dare."

"Truth," Emily replied.

"Have you ever kissed a woman?" Lisa asked.

"Yes," Emily replied flatly.

"How many?" Lisa asked.

"Nuh uh, only one truth at a time," Emily scolded.

"Fine," Lisa said, "Your turn."

"Joe," Emily said, "Truth or dare."

"Wait," I said, trying to keep up with everything. "You kissed a woman?"

"Oh, come on Joe," Emily said, "When I was out there 'sowing my wild oats' as you like to put it, I did a lot of things. Truth or dare," she asked again.

"Dare," I said.

"I dare you to whip it out," Emily said.

"What?" I asked.

"Your dick," Emily said. "Let's see it. Your boxers before didn't hide much, but I want to see the whole thing."

I looked over at Lisa, waiting for her to protest. I saw her nod to me ever so slightly in the dim lighting. Lisa was the uptight one. How far would she let things go? Finally, I shrugged, stood up, and started pulling down my shorts. The sexual turn our game was taking had caused me to start to get hard. I was at half mast when my cock sprang free, bobbing in the air. Emily burst into applause.

"How did I go fifteen years without ever seeing that thing?" Emily asked.

"You never asked," I said flippantly as I pulled my pants back up and sat back down, and instantly regretted it. It was a joke, but I didn't know how Lisa would take it. "Okay Lisa," I said quickly, trying to move past that remark, "Truth or dare."

"Truth," Lisa said.

I wasn't sure how far I was supposed to push things, so I decided to ask Lisa a question I thought I knew the answer to, and would be a definite no. "Lisa, have you ever been with a woman?" I asked.

I heard Lisa take a deep breath. "Yes," she said.

"What?" I shouted. I was shocked. "Who? When?"

"Nuh uh," Lisa said, "You only get to ask one question."

Emily chimed in, "As organizer of this game I'll allow it," she said. "We want details."

Lisa was silent. I was peering at her in the darkness. My wife had had a lesbian experience and kept it from me all these years? She was still standing by Emily where she had given her mock blow job, but now she turned and moved to sit beside me on the sofa. "Joe, I told you I had been with two people before we met," Lisa said, and I heard her take another deep breath, "What I didn't tell you was that they were both women."

I felt my whole world turn upside down. Was my wife a lesbian? "So," I asked stupidly, "I'm the only man you've ever been with?"

"Yes," Lisa said, "I guess you could call me bi-sexual. I was attracted to women, and I thought I was a lesbian, but then I met you, and we hit it off, and well, despite my sexuality I wanted to have a normal life. So I passed myself off as completely straight. I love you, Joe, I really do. I don't want you to think that I'm the slightest bit unhappy with you."

"But you are, aren't you?" It was Emily speaking. "You miss being with women, don't you? Truth or dare," Emily added belatedly.

"It's true," Lisa said, and I only just realized she was crying, "I've been in denial of that side of me. I'm sorry Joe. I don't know what to say. I don't want to lose you."

I didn't know what to say to Lisa. Instead I was thinking about Emily, some of the things she had said earlier. I whirled to face her. "You knew about this, somehow," I said to Emily. "Didn't you?"

"Yes," Emily said, "I could tell by the way she looked at me. Your wife has the hots for me," Emily giggled.

"How did I never know this?" I wondered aloud.

"Because you're a big dumb male," Emily snapped. "You were always like that. You couldn't see what was right in front of your face."

"Truth or dare yourself," I heard Lisa say; "You want Joe, don't you?"

"Yes," I heard Emily say. I felt my jaw go slack. "Oh, don't look so stupid," Emily said. "I've always been attracted to you. But you wanted this," she said, gesturing at my dark house, "A wife, a steady job, a house. I wanted to go out there and experience life! I thought that I'd go crazy during college and you would still be there waiting for me, but you met Lisa instead. I thought fine, I could meet another average Joe like you. I searched for years, guy after stupid guy. I give up Joe," Emily said, "There isn't another man like you."




My Best Friend Emily



We were all silent for a while, sitting there in my dark house, each lost in their own thoughts. I was trying to process everything I'd heard in just the last few minutes. My wife was into women. My best friend had been attracted to me all these years. I heard Lisa sniffle. I wasn't sure if I should go comfort her. I wasn't sure I wanted to. I felt a rush of anger, and couldn't hold back. "I can't believe you hid that from me all these years," I snapped. In hindsight I could've been talking to either of them, but I meant Lisa.

"Just like you try to hide your porn?" Lisa snapped back. I froze. She knew? "Yeah," she continued. "I've known about it for years, how you sneak out of bed in the morning and go look at those disgusting websites and jerk off. You're not exactly Jason Bourne, you know." Lisa sniffled again. "I figured, I have my secrets. I'd leave you to yours."

"Well, you never even wanted to try anything I wanted to do!" It was all I could do not to shout. "You never had a crazy bone in your body, until Emily got you going today."

"Guys, guys!" Emily was trying to shout me down. "I have a proposition."

"What?" Lisa and I said in unison.

"Well," Emily said, "Lisa wants me. Right, Lisa?"

Lisa was silent for several seconds. "Yes," she finally said.

"And Joe wants you," Emily continued, "And I want Joe, and Joe wants me," Emily added quickly. "So my proposition is," Emily paused, maybe thinking of exactly the right way to say what she was trying to say, "We share each other."

I was staring at Emily in the dim lighting. She locked eyes with me, her amber colored eyes, her cute freckled face. I used to dream about what it would be like to be with her. I'd given up on it years ago. Was it actually about to happen? We both turned to Lisa, knowing that in the end this was going to be her decision. I heard her breathing heavily. She was more hidden in shadows. Was she still crying? A full minute ticked by, the only sound coming from the music playing softly on the television. The tension was starting to drive me crazy. What Lisa said next would probably change the course of all of our lives. Our marriage, my friendship with Emily, one way or the other, would never be the same.

When Lisa finally spoke, cutting the near silence, Emily and I both jumped. "If we do this," Lisa said, "What are the ground rules?"

"Ground rules?" Emily asked.

"Yeah," Lisa said. She paused. "Who can do what to who, and when?" She asked.

I felt a rush of excitement. She was actually considering this!

"Well, nobody has to do anything they're not comfortable with," Emily said.

"So, we could be together whenever we want," Lisa said, "And you two can be together whenever you want..."

"And we can be together whenever we want," I interjected, "If you still want to be with me..."

"Of course I still want you," Lisa snapped, "I love you you idiot."

"I love you too," I replied, then felt silly. Nobody asked.

"And we can all be together whenever we want," Emily added. Yeah, that's where I was about to try to go with this, I thought to myself, all three of us together! I could feel myself growing hard at the mere thought of it.

Would Lisa go along with that? I was encouraged by the fact that she didn't shoot Emily down. Instead, she had another question. "Emily, are you, you know, clean?" She asked.

"Yes," Emily said, "And I'm sure," she added. "I haven't been with anyone in two years, and I've been tested since then."

"Two years?" I asked, startled. "But you've been talking about this guy and that guy..."

"Oh, I've been dating," Emily said, "I just haven't slept with anybody."

"Oh," I said, and we all fell silent again, looking back and forth at each other.

"Anyway, I think it was my turn," Lisa finally said. "Emily, truth or dare."

"Dare," Emily said.

"I dare you to kiss me," Lisa said.

Emily and I locked eyes. We traded a huge smile. Emily stood up from the recliner, moving silently through the nearly dark room. I felt her place a hand on my knee as she passed me. She sat down on the sofa between Lisa and me, and moved toward Lisa. I watched their faces come together, and their lips meet. They were kissing slowly, tenderly. My mind was completely blown. I was watching my wife and my best friend make out on the sofa beside me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my rock hard penis trying to crowd its way out of my shorts. I started to wonder what I was supposed to do. Do I sit and watch? Do I join in? They were so hot together, I decided I could just sit and watch them all night, and be happy.

Eventually Lisa broke the kiss. "I missed kissing a woman," she mumbled, "So soft."

"Yeah," Emily mumbled back, "And no stubble burn." They both laughed and started kissing again. I could make out Emily's hands moving to Lisa's chest. "Your tits are so big and firm," Emily breathed into Lisa's mouth. "I'm jealous."

"I like your little boobs," Lisa replied, and I could see her hand on Emily's chest as well. "A perfect handful." They continued to kiss and feel each other up, their kissing starting to become more intense as they started to turn each other on.

Suddenly Emily broke the kiss. "I don't want Joe to feel left out," she said.

"Go ahead," Lisa said, and Emily turned to face me. "Hey buddy," Emily said, "Ever think we'd get to do this?" She asked, and then she kissed me. I responded quickly, and pulled her against me. Where Lisa was usually slow and methodical when it came to love, Emily was a live wire. Where Emily was content to kiss Lisa slowly and tenderly, she came at me full of energy and passion. We made out like our lives depended on it, half a lifetime of pent up desire being released. I pulled Emily to me until she ended up sitting on me, and she shifted so that she was straddling me, leaning down to kiss me. I felt her crotch press up against mine. "Hey big fella," Emily whispered into my mouth, and we both dissolved into a fit of giggles. Emily slid off of me and beside me on the sofa, and we just sat there, laughing uncontrollably.

"You guys are so hot together," Lisa said, and I was surprised to hear her say it. I saw her moving out of the corner of my eye, and then she was climbing into my lap, straddling me like Emily was. She leaned down and kissed me. I grabbed her face with my hands and kissed her roughly.

"Kissing a man is pretty good too, huh?" Emily said beside us.

"Yeah," Lisa mumbled, "I can deal with the stubble burn." She kissed me again.

I sensed movement beside us, and realized that Emily was pulling at Lisa's t-shirt. Lisa moved so that Emily could pull it up and over her head. Lisa grabbed at Emily's shirt and pulled it up and over her head. I reached behind Lisa and was undoing her bra. It came free and I tossed it aside. Emily wasted no time, leaning over and kissing Lisa's closest breast.

"Mmm..." Lisa mumbled as Emily sucked her nipple into her mouth. Lisa kissed me again, and then turned toward Emily, pushing her backward onto the sofa. Lisa climbed on top of Emily and kissed her on the lips, quickly working her way down her neck and to her breasts. Emily gasped as Lisa kissed and sucked at her small breasts. Emily pulled Lisa up to kiss her lips again, and Lisa started rubbing her breasts against Emily's, nipple on nipple. I heard them both start to breathe heavily, their arousal growing. 

"The sofa's too small," I heard Lisa mumble, "Let's move to the bedroom." Lisa gave Emily one more deep kiss before she climbed off of her. Lisa grabbed Emily's hand and pulled her to her feet, and started leading her to the bedroom. They passed me, bouncing and giggling, their breasts jiggling.

"Come on, Joe!" I heard Emily say, and she reached back and grabbed me, pulling me along behind them. We went through the dark house and to the master bedroom like this, Lisa leading Emily, Emily leading me. When we reached the bedroom Emily flipped on the light. "I want to be able to see," she said. Nobody protested. Emily turned and kissed me again, reaching to pull my shirt up and over my head. Once my shirt was off Lisa kissed me. Then Lisa kissed Emily. They started to move toward the bed.

"So," Lisa said between kisses, "What do you like to do with a woman?"

"Everything," Emily mumbled, "I love women's bodies. I could suck on your tits all night."

"Mmm..." Lisa cooed, "That sounds nice." Lisa fell back and spread out on our queen size bed. Emily climbed on top of her and attacked her C cup breasts. I stood and watched as Emily lavished attention on my wife's breasts. I heard Lisa moan and gasp as Emily hit the right spots. 

After a minute Emily waved me over. "She has two boobs, you know," she said.

I climbed up onto the bed and to the other side of Lisa. I started kissing and sucking on Lisa's breast. "Ohh... this is so... awesome," Lisa gasped. Emily and I started laughing at her choice of words. "Okay, switch," Lisa said as she sat up and maneuvered Emily down in between us. Lisa and I both attacked a breast. I took Emily's small breast into my mouth, kissing and sucking at her perfect tiny nipple.

"Ahh," Emily gasped, and arched her back, trying to push her breasts into our mouths. I responded by sucking hard on her breast, taking nearly all of the breast flesh into my mouth. Emily gasped again. "Ohh Joe," she mumbled, "That feels so good. Suck it... suck my tits."

I started to slide my hand down Emily's stomach as she moaned and writhed at our two-breast assault. I reached the waistband of Emily's shorts and was surprised when I bumped into Lisa's hand. We both lifted our heads up to look at each other. "I saw when her towel fell off before that she was completely shaved," Lisa said. "I wanted to see what it felt like." I felt Lisa take my hand and pull it down. "Here, feel." I let Lisa's hand guide me to Emily's hairless pussy. I slid my fingers straight down over her engorged clitoris and the folds of her pussy. Emily was copiously wet. I slid my fingers back up along her pussy and clitoris, spreading her wetness.

"Mmmm..." Emily moaned, "Touch me Joe, rub my clit."

I glanced at Lisa and she nodded. I started slowly rubbing my fingers along Emily's clit, occasionally sliding them along her pussy lips to gather more wetness. Lisa had moved so that Emily could kiss and suckle at her breasts. I leaned down and continued to kiss and suck on Emily's breasts as I fingered her. Emily had started moving her hips in unison with my rubbing.

"This is so hot," Emily moaned, "I feel like I'm on fire!" She giggled a little, realizing how cliché that sounded. Then she gasped. "This feels so good," she moaned again. "Mmm..." she mumbled as she took one of Lisa's breasts into her mouth.

Sensing Emily was getting close to orgasm; I concentrated on her clitoris and began rubbing it faster. "OHH!" Emily cried, bucking her hips. "Oh my God, rub it! Rub it harder! Rub it! I'm gonna cum! Oh my God! Oh!" Emily went wild, bucking her hips so hard I could barely keep my hand on her clit. Ten, fifteen seconds went by. Finally Emily grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away. "Oh my God," Emily mumbled, her breath still coming in gasps. "That was amazing. When the room stops spinning you're getting such a BJ for that!"

I realized that Lisa was eyeing me curiously. "What did you do to her?" She asked.

I shrugged. "I did what you like," I said, "Rubbed my fingers along her clit and pussy."

"Yeah, you do that good," Lisa said, and she leaned over and kissed me.

"Okay, I'm ready now," Emily announced, and she sat up beside us and started pulling at my shorts. I fell backwards onto the bed as Emily pulled them over my erection and down my legs. Emily grabbed my dick with her hand and started stroking it. "You have such a nice cock, Joe,"

"Thanks," I mumbled, "I grow it myself."

We both started giggling again. I noticed that Emily was shifting, and I looked to see Lisa pulling her shorts off. Lisa saw me looking at her. "It's been so long since I tasted pussy," Lisa said, surprising me with her vulgarity. Our bed wasn't large enough for Lisa to lie down below Emily, so Lisa had to content herself with kissing at Emily's pussy, kneeling beside the bed while Emily knelt beside me. I heard Emily gasp as Lisa's lips touched her pussy. Then Emily lowered her face onto my cock.

I grunted and bucked my hips. The only thing that saved me right then was the fact that I had already had two orgasms that day, or else I probably would've blown my load the second Emily's lips wrapped around my cock. She was a champion cocksucker, too. She took me deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. She started to bob up and down. After barely a minute I could sense my orgasm building.

Emily must have sensed it too. She pulled away from me. "Not so fast," she said, wiping at her mouth. "I want you to fuck your wife. I want you to cum inside her."

I saw Lisa stand up from where she was kneeling behind Emily. Her face was glistening from Emily's juices. Lisa pulled down her shorts and underwear. Emily moved aside and Lisa plopped down in the middle of the bed. I quickly climbed on top of her. Lisa raised her knees into the air, and I lined myself up with her pussy and thrust all the way into her. I held my cock inside her tight pussy, the head of my cock pressing against her cervix. "Ready?" I asked. Lisa nodded. I started thrusting in and out of her slowly, pulling myself almost all the way out and then all the way in, grinding my hips against her to push myself as far into her as I could go. This really got Lisa going, and I felt her start to buck her hips each time I thrust into her.

"Mmm..." Lisa moaned after a deep thrust. I saw her glance at Emily. "I want your pussy in my mouth when I cum," she said. 

My hips jerked involuntarily, startled again by my wife's vulgarity. I looked at Emily. She was kneeling beside us, a hand idly rubbing a breast. She smiled and put a hand on my hand and mussed my hair. She maneuvered herself until she was sitting on my wife's face, facing me. I watched Emily's crotch settle onto Lisa's face, and Lisa's tongue dart out and begin licking. Emily gasped.

Lisa's hips were shaking now, her orgasm approaching. "Mmm..." I heard her moan, her typical vocalizations muffled by Emily's pussy. She started bucking her hips wildly, and I thrust in and out of her as she came. I felt a flood of wetness. Lisa was a squirter. Sometimes there would be a big puddle on the sheets.

Lisa was so lubricated now her usually tight pussy was easy to slide in and out of. I started fucking her harder, thrusting in and out of her. Within a minute Lisa had another orgasm, bucking her hips against me.

I could feel myself getting close. With a grunt I picked up my pace and then pulled out of her, shooting cum onto Lisa's belly. One, two, three spurts of milky white cum came out. I was shocked I could still cum like that on my third orgasm of the day. I fell back onto my haunches, spent.

My focus had been on pleasing Lisa and my own orgasm, but I became aware of Emily as she continued to ride Lisa's face. She was moaning. "Oh my God, this is so hot," she mumbled. "Lick it, lick my pussy. Suck my clit. Stick your tongue in there. Oh my God. OH!!" She suddenly screamed as her orgasm hit her. Emily suddenly toppled over and away from Lisa, landing beside her on the bed. She lay there, chest heaving. She was laughing. "Wow," she chuckled. "That was amazing."

Lisa was gasping for air, trying to catch her breath too. "You taste good," Lisa said. She looked down and saw the pool of cum on her belly. "Oh," she said. "I wondered where that went. I should go clean up." Lisa climbed out of bed, gingerly walking toward the bathroom, trying to keep my cum from dripping off of her onto the floor.

As soon as she was out of sight Emily rose to her knees and over to me. She started kissing me. Then she paused. "Why is my knee wet?" Emily asked.

"You're kneeling in the wet spot," I said.

Emily moved aside to see the palm-sized wet spot Lisa left. "Oh my God!" Emily said, laughing. "That's some wet spot! I'm jealous! Your cock must be amazing."

"I can make her squirt with my fingers too," I said to her, "Maybe even more so."

"Well, I already know what your fingers can do," Emily said, and she reached down to touch my cock. Even after three orgasms it was still hard. Score one for virility. "I want to know what this can do," Emily said.

"Go ahead," I heard Lisa say. She was standing in the doorway, watching us. "Fuck her Joe."

Emily and I turned to look at Lisa, then at each other. "What do you say, Joe?" Emily asked.

"Sure, why not?" I said. I tried to make it sound like I didn't care. It wasn't like I waited half a lifetime to make love to Emily, or anything.

"I know how much you hate boring old missionary sex," Emily said, and she turned her body around. "Take me doggie style." She sensed me hesitate. "By the way, I'm on the pill," she added.

With another glance at Lisa, still watching from the doorway, I moved forward and aimed my cock at Emily's pussy from behind. I slid into her easily. She was very wet. I grabbed my hips and started thrusting in and out of her slowly.

Emily pushed herself back against me, hard. "Come on Joe, do you think I'm a virgin?" She asked. "Fuck the shit out of me!"

"Sorry, Lisa likes it slow," I muttered. I started to thrust against her as hard as I could, my thrusts knocking Emily forward. 

"Okay, easy stud!" Emily said after a particularly hard thrust threatened to knock Emily over. "I said fuck me, not jackhammer me into the wall."

We both laughed, and I eased up, settling into a rhythm. I listened to the sound of our bodies slapping together, the little squelching sounds that Emily's pussy made as I thrust in and out of her. Emily had taken a hand and was rubbing at her clit. "Come here," I heard her say to Lisa. Lisa climbed onto the bed. "Lie down," Emily said. Lisa seemed unsure of what Emily wanted to do. "Like this," Emily said, gesturing with the hand that was on her clit. "I want to suck your tits." Lisa lay down on the bed across from Lisa, her breasts below Emily's head. Emily leaned down and began to suck at Lisa's breasts.

We stayed like that for several more minutes. I probably could've fucked Emily all night. I had cum so many times already I didn't know if I had another orgasm left. Emily seemed to be enjoying herself. Occasionally I would hear her moan or gasp as I thrusted into her.

"Joe, my arms are getting tired," Emily eventually said. I pulled back and out of her. Emily fell flat onto the bed, and then rolled over. I let myself fall on top of Emily and lined myself up with her. I slid back into her and continued fucking her. Emily moaned and wrapped her legs around me.

"I know you hate boring old missionary sex," Emily said, "But the way your cock feels in my pussy like this..." Emily gasped.

"See," Lisa said from somewhere beside us, "That's what I was trying to tell him."

"You never said anything like that to me," I protested.

"Well, not in so many words," Lisa said, and kind of trailed off.

I pushed myself all the way into Emily, and held myself there. I felt Emily's pussy tighten against my cock, and she began to buck her hips. "Oh my God," Emily gasped. "Fill me up! I feel so full... fuck me... fuck me hard..."

I started thrusting in and out of her like mad. Emily's hips started shaking. "Oh my god... oh my god... OH MY GOD!!" Emily suddenly screamed, and started bucking her hips like crazy. I struggled to keep myself inside her as she thrashed around. "Oh... oh... oh..." Emily panted as her orgasm started to subside. "That may have been the best orgasm I've ever had," she mumbled. She reached up to kiss me. "Thank you Joe."

"Aww shucks, it was nothing," I said.




My Best Friend Emily



"You're still hard," Emily said. "You didn't cum?"

"I'm not sure I have one left," I said.

"We'll see about that," Emily said, slapping my butt. "Roll over."

I obediently rolled over onto my back, my cock bouncing in the air. Emily was quickly beside me. She took hold of my shaft with her hand and lowered her mouth to the head. She began to stroke me, and stuck out her tongue, touching only the head. She began to gently lick at the head and sensitive underside of my penis. My hips jerked. "Oh my God, that's amazing," I said.

"I picked up a few things over the years," Emily said. "Come help," Emily said to Lisa. I saw Lisa come into view. "Just do what I'm doing," Emily said, "Lick the tip."

Now I had two sets of tongues trailing along the most sensitive areas of my cock. Two sets of hot breath. Emily was still stroking me, and I felt an orgasm building. It wasn't your typical orgasm. It washed over my whole body. I started bucking my hips. "Oh my God," I mumbled, "I'm cuming." I didn't cum much, but it was one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. When I regained my senses, I noticed that Lisa had pulled away. She wasn't a big fan of cum, but Emily was still there, licking at the cum around my penis and her hand.

"Mmm... salty," Emily said, smacking her lips. I laughed.

We came to a silent understanding that the sex was over, and crowded into the bathroom to clean up. "Well, I'm pretty tired," Lisa said, "So I'm going to bed. Goodnight Emily," she said, and she kissed her. "You can sleep in the guest room, if you like."

"Sure," Emily said. "Goodnight." 

Lisa kissed me. "Goodnight," she said. "I love you."

"I love you too," I said. "I'm just going to walk Emily to her room."

"Okay," Lisa said, and she climbed into bed. Knowing my wife, she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Emily and I walked across to the spare bedroom. We were both still naked. As soon as I figured we were far enough away, I rounded on her. "Okay, spill," she said.

"What?" Emily asked.

"What happened before?" I asked her. "What did you say to Lisa to get her all riled up like that?"

"Oh, you mean the fight?" Emily asked. "I just told the truth. Neither of you were happy. If she didn't loosen up and become honest with herself and what she wanted, then she didn't deserve you."

"Why didn't you ever say anything to me?" I asked, and Emily knew I meant the two of us. "All these years..."

"Like I said," Emily spoke over me, "I wasn't ready for the kind of life you wanted. What would I have said ten years ago? Hey Joe, hang out and wait for me to finish fucking my way around the country. Someday I'll want to settle down, I promise. You never would have gone for that, admit it," Emily said. "We're here now." She added with a smile. "So enjoy it."

"About that," I said, and I lowered my voice to a whisper. "How long do you think this can last?" I said. "I mean, the three of us?"

"I don't know," Emily said with a sigh. "Everybody is getting what they want, for now. Lisa gets to be with a woman. I get you. You get to be with both of us." Emily smiled. "Just enjoy the ride."

I grinned. "You're right, as always," I said.

"And don't forget it, buster," she said. She moved toward me to poke me in the chest with her finger. Then she reached up and kissed me. Before we could both get going again she pulled away. "I'd love to," she mumbled, "But you really wore me out. I think I'd better hit the sack. Goodnight, pal," she said over her shoulder as she climbed into the spare bed.

A thought popped into my head. Ferris Bueller's Day Off was one of our favorite movies. Even though we were both like two years old when it came out, we used to watch it over and over again as teenagers. "You knew what you were doing when you woke up this morning, didn't you?" I said to Emily.

Emily turned to face me. Of course she got the reference. She smiled. "Life moves pretty fast," she said, "If you don't stop and look around every once in a while, you could miss it."

"Ferris Bueller, you're my hero," I said, and I left Emily to go sleep with my wife.

The end.

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I hope you enjoyed this story. It started as a flash of inspiration and grew into something epic. As always, I appreciate any feedback.



My Best Friend Emily Ch. 02



Like with any great success, thoughts turn to a sequel. You have to capitalize on success, right? I apologize in advance if the sequel is a letdown for any of you. But, I feel like I have to try, damn it. I have to try. As always, this story is fiction, and any similarities to anything you may have seen or heard or read about is a complete accident.

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You know when you wake up in the middle of the night because you're in the middle of a dream and a thought permeates your unconscious mind? 

Our clothes were still out there. That was what snapped me awake. We never thought to go back outside and get our clothes! I was lying there in bed, trying to picture how it looked. Emily's ruined sundress, my t-shirt and jeans, Lisa's t-shirt and Capri's, not to mention her bra. Our dirty, torn clothing half-buried in topsoil. When we finally went outside to clean up in the morning, I wondered what it would look like.

Thoughts of our clothes led to thoughts of the events of the past day. The mud fight. My wife Lisa and my best friend Emily, rolling around in the dirt. Tearing each other's clothes off. My mind was racing ahead now. The shower sex I had with Lisa. The truth or dare game. All of our secrets revealed. And the sex, wow! The sex. Me fucking Lisa while Emily rode her face. Me fucking Emily doggie style while she sucked on Lisa's breasts... Both of them licking my cock until I came one last time...

Crap. Now I was hard. But there was something else. My bladder was full. Damn all that water and beer I drank. For another minute I tried to ignore it all and will myself back to sleep, but it was too late. I was way too uncomfortable. I listened to Lisa breathing softly beside me. Lisa slept like the dead, but I was a raging insomniac, and years of experience taught me when simply trying to ignore everything and fall back to sleep was pointless. With a groan I climbed out of bed and into the bathroom. I relieved myself, trying and failing to get it all into the toilet, my rigid cock acting like an out of control garden hose. Thinking of the garden hose made me think about the fight again, how I sprayed them with the hose but that didn't stop them. How I rinsed them both off after, watching the dirt rinse off their sexy, half-naked bodies...

I cleaned up the mess I made as best I could and went back to bed. I tossed and turned. Every time I would get comfortable I would think about something else that had happened and my dick would tingle and start to get hard again. I started thinking that I needed to get off in order to get back to sleep. I laughed at myself. How crazy was that? I had four orgasms yesterday! How horny was I?

One thing was for sure, I was parched. I finally resolved to stop tossing and turning, and got out of bed again and walked into the kitchen. I passed the spare bedroom that Emily was sleeping in. I fought against the urge to look in on her. I didn't want to wake her up. I went into the kitchen and got some water. I stood at the kitchen window, drinking the water and staring out into the moonlit yard. I was starting to think that I could just about make out where the remains of Emily's yellow sundress lay in the glow of the moonlight...

"Hey, pal," I heard a whisper behind me in the darkness. I jumped. Emily was there. She moved like a cat. She was standing just a few steps behind me. I whirled to face her. She was standing there, naked.

"Oh, hey," I whispered. "I couldn't sleep," I added.

"I see," Emily said, and I realized she was looking at my crotch. The only light in the kitchen was coming from the oven clock, but once your eyes adjust you can see pretty well. My cock was tenting out my boxers.

"Oh, uh, yeah," I stammered. "Sorry."

Emily laughed. "After last night, you're still sheepish?" She asked.

"I guess so," I mumbled.

"Lisa is a pretty sound sleeper, huh?" Emily said with a tilt of her head.

"Yeah," I said.

"But you're wide awake," Emily said.

"Yeah," I said again. Where was she going with this?

Emily held out a hand. "Come back to bed with me," she said.

I hesitated. Sure, we had wild three-way sex a few hours ago, but I wasn't sure how Lisa would take it if she woke up and found me in bed with Emily.

"It'll be fine," Emily added when she saw me hesitate. "I'm not asking for sex. We both can't sleep. Let's just keep each other company."

That didn't sound too difficult. "Okay," I said, and let Emily lead me back to the spare bedroom. She climbed into the bed and I followed her. We arranged ourselves into a spooning position, with me behind her. I wrapped my arms around her, one under her neck, and the other around her waist. She pressed backwards and I felt her bare butt press up against my dick. I sighed. My erection wasn't going away anytime soon.

I heard Emily sigh too. "Do you remember the last time we were like this?" She asked.

I tried not to laugh. Did I remember that night? It was only one of the most unforgettable nights of my teenage years. 

FLASHBACK: DIDDLY-DOO, DIDDLY-DOO, DIDDLY-DOO

It was the night of Emily's eighteenth birthday party. Emily turned down her parents' offer of a big party, instead asking for tickets to a Cardinals game for her family and her best friend. Most of her friends either had a big party when they turned 18 or got a car. Emily didn't care. 

The game we went to watch was pretty much like the game last night, it went into extra innings and took over four hours. By the time we got back to Emily's house it was well after midnight. I already called home and told my parents I was staying at Emily's since we were getting home so late. Emily's family set me up in their spare bedroom, and since we burned off all of our adrenaline on the way home, I fell right to sleep.

I woke up in the darkness because I felt movement. Somebody was snuggling up beside me. It was Emily. "Hey buddy," she whispered.

I tried not to show how surprised I was. "Hey, what's up?" I whispered back.

"I couldn't sleep," Emily whispered. I was lying on my side, and Emily was arranging herself to spoon against me. I was acutely aware of the scent of the shampoo in her hair, which was so long then it went halfway down her back, and the feel of her body against mine. I felt myself responding, and tried to shy away from the contact so she wouldn't feel my erection. I was 18, and hadn't gone past second base yet. Sure, I had a crush on Emily, but she was my best friend. I was conscious of anything happening that would jeopardize that. Besides, she had a crush on Tom at the time, or was it Bobby? I didn't think she was interested in me in that way. Emily kept pressing herself backwards against me, however, until I gave in and let her press against my erection. I wondered if Emily felt it, but she didn't say anything to me.

We stayed up talking for a while. Every moment I was aware of Emily's body. Her neck was right by my lips, and it took actual effort not to brush my lips against her. My right arm was draped over her, and I kept thinking about how easy it would be to 'accidentally' brush against her breasts. I hadn't felt up a girl, yet. Every once in a while Emily would shift her position, and I would feel her butt move against her erection, but if she felt it pressing against her, she didn't say anything. Eventually Emily drifted off to sleep, and I was able to get my erection to go away and fell asleep soon after. When I woke up, it was morning and she was gone.

DIDDLY-DOO, DIDDLY-DOO, DIDDLY-DOO: PRESENT DAY

"...what I never told you," Emily was saying, "Was that I got so hot having your cock brush up against me all night that in the morning I went right to the bathroom and got myself off."

"Oh my God," I said, "Really?"

"Yeah," Emily said, "I was still a virgin. Yours was the first one I ever really felt. I'm glad about that, at least." Emily reached behind her and gave my hip a pat. Then she reached for my cock and gave it a little squeeze through my boxers. "Can I ask you a question?" Emily asked.

"Sure," I said.

"Did you get yourself off in the morning?" Emily asked.

"No," I said. 

"Really?" Emily asked. "I always figured I got you all worked up. I felt bad about it."

"Well, I didn't feel comfortable jerking off in your house, so I waited until I got home, and then for about three years after," I mumbled.

Emily laughed, and pressed herself tighter against me. I moved my hand and by complete accident brushed it against her bare chest. I felt her nipple. It was rock hard. Emily sighed. My cock throbbed.

Oh, what the hell, I thought to myself, and in one swift motion turned myself onto my back, pulling Emily with me. She let out a little squeal as I settled her on top of me so she was lying on her back on top of my front. I started to kiss her neck and run my hands along her body. Emily gasped. I ran my hands across her breasts, squeezing them and tweaking her rock hard nipples with my fingers. Emily began squirming on top of me. Having a woman lie on top of me was one of my favorite positions. I love to explore their bodies like this. Lisa was always worried that she was crushing me, but she was content to lie there and let me touch her body and get her off with my hands. 

I slid a hand down Emily's body and to her shaved pussy. She was very wet. She moaned as I ran my fingers along her engorged clit and pussy lips. Emily reached down and grabbed my hard shaft through my boxers, mere inches from her pussy. She gave it a few strokes, and then started to move herself toward it. I lifted my head to try to see what Emily was doing. She was pulling my boxers up and over my erection. Once it was free Emily scooted down until the head of my cock was at the entrance to her pussy. Emily was moving her hips now, trying to get me inside her. This was something Lisa never did. I felt the head of my cock move past the entrance to her pussy. Emily was moving again, rising into a sitting position. As she moved to sit on me, straddling me reverse-cowgirl style, I felt myself slide more into her tight, wet pussy.

Emily pulled away slightly, and then pushed her bottom down, pushing me all the way into her. "Ahhh," I heard her moan. She started to make love to me slowly; lifting her bottom and sliding it back down. Up and down, up and down. Her movements were hypnotic. The feeling of her sliding up and down on my cock was incredible. Lisa would get 'on top' once in a while, but she would basically just sit on me and I would still be doing all the thrusting. 

Emily paused in her movements, and then gasped. She started to move a little faster, her thrusts a little shorter. I got a sense that my cock was stimulating her g-spot somewhere deep in her pussy. She stopped again abruptly, and groaned. Suddenly she pulled out of me with a wet plop. She pulled my boxers all the way down my legs and tossed them aside. She turned herself around so that she was facing me, straddling me again and using her hand to guide me back into her gaping pussy. Emily moaned again as she pressed her bottom against my groin, taking my whole length into her. She leaned down and kissed me, moving her hips up and down. 

I started to move my hips in counterpoint to hers. When she slid down, I pressed upwards. As she pulled away, I pulled my hips away. The result was harder thrusts into her. Emily started to moan as I pushed myself up into her, each thrust pressing my cock deep into her pussy. Every few down strokes Emily would roll her hips, and I would feel the walls of her pussy clenching against my cock. A thought formed somewhere in the back of my mind that this was really good sex. Emily knew what she was doing.

Emily made a noise and started moving her hips faster. I sped up to match her rhythm. She picked up her pace even more until she was practically bouncing up and down on me. I watched her small breasts jiggle as she moved. I could hear the bedsprings creaking, snapping me out of my sexual trance. How much noise were we making? I was able to glance at the doorway. Well, Lisa hadn't come to investigate the noise, at least. I comforted myself with the thought that she was a sound sleeper. Hopefully the racket we were making wouldn't wake her.

I realized almost belatedly that Emily was nearing orgasm. I learned last night how vocal she was, but now she knew to be as quiet as possible. She was whimpering, biting her lip to keep from making more noise. Her thrusts stopped abruptly, and she gasped. "Oh my God," she whispered, and started to roll her hips as she orgasmed.

For me, the realization that Emily was orgasming, the rush of wetness I felt, and the feeling of Emily's pussy walls as they contracted against my cock, all combined to rush me to orgasm. I started thrusting up into her as hard as I could, grunting as I shot my load into her even as she was still orgasming. I saw Emily's eyes go wide as she felt my hot cum shooting into her for the first time. Then she smiled. She moved her hips against me a few more times until my spasms stopped and my hips stopped jerking, and then she fell against me. We kissed.

My head was spinning from the orgasm and the late hour. After a minute of kissing Emily slid off of me, laying beside me and placing her head on my chest. "Imagine if we did that when we were 16," Emily said, and we both broke into uncontrollable giggles. She idly slid a hand along my stomach, down toward my groin until she felt wetness. "Oh my God, did I do that?" Emily asked.

"Well, it's mostly you," I mumbled, "With a little me mixed in."

I felt her reach down between her own legs. "Wow, what a mess," Emily said.

"The bigger the mess, the better the sex," I mumbled.

"That's profound," Emily said. "Did you make that up?"

I tried to think of where I may have heard that before. Exhaustion was setting in, and my mind was refusing to focus. Something in the back of my mind was telling me that I needed to go back to bed with Lisa and not fall asleep here, but my body wasn't listening. "I dunno," I managed to mumble. I tried to say something else to Emily, but my brain simply shut down and I fell fast asleep.

*********************

I woke up slowly, aware of sensations. The sun was shining brightly, and I felt my eyes shut tighter. I felt sore. Where did I feel sore? Arms? Check. Legs? Check. Hips? Check. Back? Hell, yes. But wait, that wasn't everything I was feeling. Something else was going on. Wait... was that a mouth on my cock? Lisa never woke me up with a blow job...

OH MY GOD... I'm still in bed with Emily! In an instant I was fully awake, my eyes flying open and focusing on Emily. She was kneeling beside me, one hand wrapped around the base of my cock and sucking diligently on the head. My mouth was a step behind the rest of me in waking up. I tried to say something, anything, but all I could do was moan.

Emily looked at me when I moaned. She took her lips off of my cock. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said. "I thought this might wake you up. You taste like both of us," Emily said with a wink. "Mmm," she said as she turned her head to resume the blow job.

This is wrong... I was thinking to myself. Why is this wrong? Another voice in the back of my head asked. I don't know, the first voice replied. Lisa did agree to us sharing each other, the second voice said. I know, but... the first voice said. Hah, you can't think of a good reason, can you? The second voice taunted. Potentially angry wife, the first voice replied, but it knew it was losing the argument. What time is it, anyway? I thought. There was no clock in the spare bedroom. I guessed by the sunlight that it was at least 8am. Lisa was probably still in bed, anyway, and she wouldn't expect me to still be in bed with her when she woke up. I never was. Hey! Yet another voice in my head shouted. You're missing a good blow job here!

Emily had her hand around my shaft but she wasn't stroking me. She had her mouth around the head of my cock but she wasn't using her tongue. She took her hand away and started bobbing up and down on my cock, taking as much of me into her mouth as she could. Emily paused and glanced at me. I felt her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, and my hips jerked involuntarily. Emily smiled, more with her eyes than anything. She was letting me know she had complete control over me. She was going to bring me to orgasm when she wanted to.

The blow job went on and on. Usually you would say something like that in a derogatory way, but there was no other way to describe it. The previous blow jobs I had, mostly from Lisa, were meant to get me hard or get me off as quickly as possible. The women didn't really want to do them. They wanted it to be over with. Emily was enjoying herself. She enjoyed teasing me, the sense of control she was getting as she started to bring me towards orgasm and then stopping, pulling her mouth away and stroking me, keeping me close but not letting me go over the edge. I started to get frustrated, but in a good way. I started to thrust my hips playfully, silently asking for her to let me orgasm.

Finally Emily decided to go ahead and let me come. She turned her body until she was sitting across my legs, facing me. She leaned over and sucked my cock into her mouth, sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. My hips jerked and my orgasm started. Emily pulled away and grabbed my shaft with both hands, pulling it towards her as she jerked me off. The first glob of cum shot into the air and landed on her breasts. I grunted and moaned and thrashed on the bed as I came, a second, third, and fourth spurt traveling shorter distances and landing on my cock and Emily's hands. Finally I was completely spent. I pushed my head up to see the mess I made, and then fell back onto the bed. 

"Wow," I mumbled. My head lolled, and I happened to look towards the doorway...

Lisa was standing there. Crap. She didn't look happy. Double crap. She turned and walked away. Triple crap. 

I struggled to get up, trying to overcome my soreness and the 110 pound woman that was still sitting on me. "What?" I heard Emily say.

"Lisa," I said, gesturing toward the empty doorway. Then I heard our bedroom door slam.

"Don't worry," Emily said, "She'll be okay."

I stared at Emily. "Are you sure?" I asked her.

"Yeah," Emily said. I was about to ask her why she thought so, but Emily cut me off. "Come on, let's clean up," she said, climbing off of me and inspecting her hands and chest where my cum landed. She stood beside the bed, waiting for me to move.

I climbed off of the bed gingerly and followed Emily to the spare bathroom. We cleaned ourselves up in silence. I kept worrying about Lisa. If she wasn't happy seeing me and Emily together, our agreement to share each other was probably over.

"I'm starving," Emily said. "Is it waffle time yet?"

Emily knew that it was a tradition in our house that I would make waffles every Sunday morning. We got a waffle iron as an engagement gift from a distant cousin of mine, and I decided to start using it, almost on a whim, but I enjoyed it and it became a weekly ritual. Lisa would usually have a waffle with me, if she was awake when I made them. When Emily asked me I felt my own stomach rumble. I was starving too. "Yeah," I said, "It's waffle time."

We went into the kitchen. I was still in my boxers. Emily retrieved the spare t-shirt that she had been wearing where it had been tossed aside in the living room. It went down to mid-thigh on her so she appeared to be decent. I started to make the waffles. One egg, two cups of Bisquick, one cup of milk. Vegetable oil. I sprinkled in some cinnamon for taste. I fired up the Cuisinart. When it was done I gave the first waffle to Emily, taking a big new bottle of maple syrup out of the fridge for her. After the sixth and last waffle was done I sat down at the nook table in the kitchen to eat with her.




My Best Friend Emily Ch. 02



We were just finishing up the waffles when I heard the master bedroom door open. I was facing away from the kitchen entrance, so I turned myself around. Lisa entered. She still looked like she did when she first woke up, her long brown hair loose and wild. The Victoria's Secret night shirt I got her on our last anniversary pulled tight against her breasts. Her nipples were showing prominently against them. The night shirt went all the way down to her knees. She usually wasn't wearing bottoms.

"Good morning Lisa," Emily said to her. Lisa didn't respond. She looked like she was in a trance. She moved to the kitchen table and grabbed the bottle of maple syrup. I was wondering what she was going to do with it. All of the waffles were gone.

Lisa was unscrewing the cap, and I was still wondering why. I glanced at Emily, and she was watching her expectantly. The second Lisa got the cap off she spun and tipped it over the top of Emily's head! Emily gasped as the thick, sticky fluid landed on her head and began to travel down her body. She jumped out of the chair and away from Lisa, her head and shoulders covered in maple syrup as it continued to trickle down her body.

"That was for sleeping with my man, bitch," Lisa said.

"What the fuck?" Emily shouted. "I thought we had an agreement." She paused to lick at some of the maple syrup that was dribbling over her nose and past her mouth.

"I didn't think you'd be doing it behind my back," Lisa said.

"Well, what did you think?" Emily asked. "We'd ask your permission every time?"

"Yes," Lisa said. "Maybe I wouldn't give it."

"You're crazy, you know that?" Emily shouted at Lisa. She paused to dab at the maple syrup still running down her face. "You're fucking crazy!" I saw her look around the kitchen. Her eyes settled on the box of Bisquick still sitting on the kitchen counter. Emily moved amazingly quickly. She grabbed the box and rushed at Lisa, flinging the white powder at her. A long swath of it hit Lisa, covering her from her neck all the way down across her left breast and down her side.

"You bitch!" Lisa screamed, staring at the white powder on her. Emily continued her attack, closing until she was right next to Lisa, reaching up and turning the box over to dump its contents on her. "Mmmf!" Lisa said as a huge clump of the pancake mix hit her square in the face. Lisa suddenly remembered she was still holding the bottle of maple syrup, and she turned it over on top of Emily's head, covering her in more syrup.

I watched the scene unfold, fascinated as my wife got covered in white powder and Emily got covered in maple syrup. Here we go again, I thought. My dick thought so too. It was already hard.

The box of Bisquick and the bottle of maple syrup emptied at pretty much the same time. Lisa and Emily only took a moment to survey the damage they did to each other. Then they were looking around again. They both zeroed in on the bottle of vegetable oil still sitting on the counter. They both started for it at the same time, pushing and shoving as they crossed the kitchen. Emily was closer and got there first. Lisa got there second and shoved Emily away. She grabbed the bottle and started unscrewing the cup. Emily recovered and grabbed her hands. Now they were struggling. Lisa was trying to fend off Emily and get the bottle open. Emily was trying to stop Lisa from unscrewing the cap and trying to pull it away. As they struggled maple syrup and powder was dripping and falling off of them and onto the floor. Their bare feet started to slide around on the mess on the kitchen floor.

Emily lost her balance a little, enough to give Lisa time to unscrew the bottle. Lisa spilled the vegetable oil onto Emily, the thinner liquid pouring onto Emily much faster than the maple syrup did. "Ugh!" Emily shouted as the oil hit her. She recovered her balance and grabbed at the bottle, managing to yank it away from Lisa. Now Lisa was being covered in a steady stream of vegetable oil. The oil and the pancake mix combined to make a milky white paste.

"Bitch," Lisa spat, and grabbed for the gallon bottle of milk. Why the hell didn't I put that back in the fridge? I thought to myself. It unscrewed easily and now Emily was being covered in milk.

The smart thing for Emily to do would have been to try to move away from the onslaught, but instead she moved right into Lisa. Lisa was so intent on covering Emily in milk she didn't even seem to realize she was now getting milk on herself as well as Emily. Emily suddenly made a wild grab at Lisa and ended up grabbing her night shirt at the neckline, pulling it down until it was halfway down her arm and her left breast popped free.

Enraged, Lisa used the nearly empty milk bottle as a weapon. She whacked Emily in the shoulder with it. Emily stumbled away a few steps, more stunned than hurt. Lisa surveyed the damage Emily did to her night shirt. "This was an anniversary gift from my HUSBAND!" Lisa screamed. "If you ruined it I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"You started this, you lunatic!" Emily shouted back, rubbing her shoulder where Lisa whacked her.

Lisa was looking around the kitchen again. I followed her gaze. Messy foods... messy foods... messy foods... nope, nothing else around. Lisa reached for the fridge, and I groaned. This wasn't over yet. The first obvious thing at hand was a can of whipped cream. Lisa took it out and closed the fridge. She took the cap off and sprayed it at Emily. She sprayed a swath of whipped cream right across Emily's chest.

Emily's reaction was to laugh. "Look at me!" Emily said. "I'm already covered in maple syrup! Who cares about a little whipped..."

Lisa sprayed again, hitting Emily right in the face, cutting her off. Emily reached out blindly and grabbed for the can. She managed to grab Lisa's arm and pulled at it. Both of their feet slid on the messy floor, and they ended up grabbing on to each other to keep their balance. They held onto each other as they struggled for the can, and then almost by mutual understanding sank to their knees.

I breathed a sigh of relief. The real danger was that one of them would fall and crack their head open on a countertop. If they stayed off their feet the worst they could probably do was make a huge mess. As they continued to struggle Emily suddenly pushed forward and knocked Lisa backward onto the floor. Emily paused to wipe the whipped cream away from her face, and then was able to grab the can away from the prone Lisa. "Let's see how you like it!" Emily shouted and she sprayed the whipped cream into Lisa's face. Lisa sputtered as the whipped cream hit her. Emily laughed as she shot another spray of whipped cream at Lisa's still exposed left breast. The can sputtered out at that point, empty. Emily tossed it aside and smeared the whipped cream on Lisa's breast, cackling with laughter.

Lisa looked conflicted. For a moment I think she was so busy enjoying the feeling of Emily rubbing the whipped cream onto her chest that she forgot to be angry. She eventually recovered, reaching up and shoving Emily away. Lisa struggled back into a sitting position. She wiped the whipped cream off of her face and flung it at Emily. Emily grabbed for Lisa and they locked arms, grappling. Lisa's superior size won this particular battle, and she pushed Emily backwards and onto the messy floor. 

There wasn't much floor space in our kitchen. Emily and Lisa were able to roll a few feet one way until they bumped into the cabinets and the dishwasher. They rolled a few feet in the other direction until they bumped into the legs of the nook table, right by my feet. The combination of maple syrup, Bisquick, vegetable oil, milk, and whipped cream that was all over them and the floor was slowly combining into a sticky gray gloop. The oversized t-shirt that Emily was wearing and Lisa's nightshirt quickly rode up their legs as they rolled around on the floor. As I watched from the side, their pussies and asses came into view. I had already decided to just sit back and watch the erotic scene and see what happened, although once I could start to see their bare bottoms I had to resist the urge to just get on the floor and stick my hard cock into whichever pussy presented itself first.

With their oversized shirts out of the way, the women were able to spread their legs. Emily was able to gain the upper hand and straddle Lisa's waist. She was trying to pin Lisa's arms down while Lisa struggled to get free. Both of their bodies were splattered with sticky, goopy food. It was better than mud, I mused.

"What's your problem?" Emily was saying. "I thought you were okay with this!"

"Get off me!" Lisa shouted back. Lisa got a good grip on Emily's right wrist and was able to pull her off of her to the left. Lisa was able to roll on top of her and was struggling to pin Emily's arms. I was watching their arms flail around.

I didn't realize what was going on until Emily shouted, "What the fuck are you doing?" I looked around quickly. What was I missing? I looked down their bodies. Lisa had her crotch pressed against one of Emily's legs. As I watched her bare hips they jerked once, twice, three times. Wait, was she humping her? "Are you getting off on this?" Emily asked. I couldn't tell by her tone whether she was amused, aroused, or disgusted.

I looked at Lisa's face where she sat on Emily just a few feet from me. It was mostly white, covered in a mixture of the pancake mix, vegetable oil, milk, and whipped cream. She had her 'deep thought' face on, like she was trying to solve Final Jeopardy. Suddenly she threw her body down on top of Emily and kissed her.

With a grunt Emily pushed her aside. "Oh no, you're not getting off that easily," Emily said. "And you certainly don't get to do anything with me if you didn't like the fact that Joe and I were together," she added.

Lisa pulled herself into a sitting position beside Emily. She was fixing her night shirt so that it covered her breast, and trying to pull the bottom of the shirt down to cover her hips. The sight of her trying to make herself look decent was outright comical since she was still covered in food. "I'm sorry," Lisa eventually said. "I just didn't expect to see the two of you together... like that... so soon. You guys have a history," she continued, "And I guess I feel like there's a possibility that you're going to steal him away from me."

I heard Emily laugh. "Emily's not trying to steal me away from you," I said.

Lisa looked like she was going to cry. "Really?" She asked.

"No," I said. "Last night... happened. I couldn't sleep. Emily couldn't sleep. We ended up together. You," I added, "You... sleep. We let you sleep."

My eyes were distracted by Emily moving. She was more covered in sticky syrup than anything else. I got a glimpse of her shaved pussy as she moved into a sitting position. It was the only part of her that wasn't covered in food. She reached out and touched Lisa's arm. "If this is going to work," Emily said, "You're going to have to let go of your ideas of monogamy and possession. As you've already seen, a whole world of new possibilities opens up."

"I know," Lisa said, "It's just... hard." Her eyes were traveling down my body as she said it. They settled on my boxers. I was still hard, and it must have been clearly visible.

"Can I ask you a question?" Emily asked.

"Sure," Lisa said.

"What about that got you so turned on?" Emily asked. "I mean just now, the food fight."

Lisa looked away. If you could see her cheeks under the mess I'm sure she was blushing. "I don't know," she mumbled.

"Come on, I'm curious," Emily said, "Understanding human sexuality is a hobby of mine." Emily waited for an answer from Lisa. Seconds ticked by. Lisa was staring at the floor. "It was the same way yesterday, wasn't it?" Lisa didn't say anything. She shifted uncomfortably. "Is it getting dirty?" Emily pressed on. "Is it fighting? Getting stripped? Humiliation? Degradation? Is it just rolling around with me that gets you hot?"

"I don't know!" Lisa shouted, irritated by Emily's questioning. Lisa looked at me, probably expecting me to step in and save her. I was just as curious as Emily about what made my wife tick. 

"What is it?" I asked her. She didn't answer me either. I could sense her pleading with me. Just let it go. But I couldn't. The pieces were falling into place for me. I wasn't making her happy, not completely. She was bi-sexual, that much came out last night, but there was more. Deep down, Lisa was just as perverse and kinky as I was, maybe even more so. The thought bothered me. I would've done anything she asked me to to satisfy her sexual desires, but she kept it all to herself.

When Lisa realized I wasn't going to let her off the hook, she started rising unsteadily to her feet. She took one, two tentative steps across the kitchen. She was watching her body. The food that clung to her wasn't dripping off of her body. "I need to be alone right now," Lisa announced, taking careful steps toward the doorway. "Would you mind cleaning up this mess?" She said as she disappeared down the hall. I heard our bedroom door slam again.

Emily and I locked eyes. We both knew each other too well to hide what we were thinking from each other. In my frustration, I was picturing myself leaving Lisa and running away with Emily. Emily could sense it. "It'll all work out," she said. "She'll come around."

I didn't answer her. I pushed the dark thoughts out of my mind, and started thinking about how to clean up the kitchen. In the end Emily and I pulled out the mop and swabbed the floor, pushing the goopy mess into a pile in the middle of the floor and scooping it up with our bare hands and shoveling it into the trash. We didn't speak to each other except to give each other directions on how to clean up, but I couldn't stop staring at Emily. After all, women getting messy was one of my fetishes. Emily was streaked with white and gray goop; sticky maple syrup covered almost her entire top half, matted down her hair and weighted down the t-shirt she was wearing. The wet t-shirt clung to her chest formed a perfect outline of her breasts, and her hard nipples were showing prominently. More than once she bent over to pick up a handful of goop and the t-shirt rode up so that I could see her food-smeared butt cheeks. I was in various stages of arousal all through the cleanup.

Emily turned to me once we finally managed to clean up the floor. "Tell the truth," Emily said, "That turned you on too, right?"

"Well, of course it did," I said.

"What did it for you in particular?" Emily asked.

"Just about everything," I said with a laugh. "The fight, the food covering your bodies, the shirts riding up on you... the realization that Lisa was turned on was probably the biggest turn on of all."

"Really?" Emily said. "That's interesting."

"Right now I can see right through that shirt you're wearing," I added.

Emily quickly moved to cover up her breasts with her hands, and then giggled. "Like I care," she said.

"Were you, you know, aroused by any of this?" I asked.

"To be honest, I was too distracted to get turned on by anything," Emily said with a laugh, "Until I realized that Lisa was humping my leg. That got me going a little." Emily paused, and I caught her glancing at my crotch. I was tenting out my boxers. "But I wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. She needs to accept her sexuality. She also needs to be okay with the fact that we can share each other, before she can share me." She looked me in the eye, and I held her gaze. We stared at each other for several seconds. "I would love to help you take care of this," Emily eventually said, gesturing to the bulge in my boxers, "But right now it would only cause more problems. I'd better go shower. Alone, unfortunately," Emily added with a wink, and then walked out of the kitchen toward the guest bathroom. I watched her gingerly walk down the carpeted hallway, trying not to get any of the mess on her body anywhere else in the house.

Suddenly I was alone. The kitchen was clean, but there was still plenty to do around the house. I needed to get dressed first, though. I went to the bedroom door and found it locked. Lisa locked me out. I could hear the shower running. Frustrated, I jiggled the door handle, but I wasn't crazy enough to try to break down the door. I couldn't go outside in just a pair of boxers, could I? I had a sudden thought, and remembered that the t-shirt that Lisa was wearing the previous night was still on the floor in the living room. It fit me, but just barely. It was a little loose around the chest, expecting breasts I didn't have. The shirt barely reached down to my waist, but it would do. The first thing I did was go outside to finally clean up the mess from the previous day. I spent a minute staring at the now dry flower bed. You didn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to see evidence of what happened here the previous day. There were two big imprints in the dirt, one where I had pressed Lisa into the ground while I was kissing her, and another where I was laying on the ground at the end, and Emily and Lisa were covering me with mud. Dirty and torn clothing were strewn about. I picked up all of the dirty and torn clothes and threw them all right into the trash can in the garage. I thought about trying to level out the topsoil again, but after yesterday who knew when Lisa was going to get around to planting her flowers.

What I did do was mow the lawn, wearing nothing but boxers and my wife's t-shirt. Mowing my lawn takes me about an hour. I started out in the front of the house, worried that somebody would see me in nothing but boxers and my wife's purple t-shirt, but not one car drove by the entire time. It suited me just fine. I wasn't an exhibitionist. I kept thinking about the events of the previous 24 hours, the fights and the sex. I thought about some of the things that Emily said, about understanding and embracing your sexuality. I wondered what was going to happen next. 

I finished up and went back inside the house to get some water. The master bedroom door was still closed. I wondered what Lisa was doing in there. I went looking for Emily and found her asleep on the spare bed, sleeping peacefully under the covers. I stared at her for a long time. At one point I had the mad idea of waking her up the same way she woke me up, with oral sex, but that would've just caused more problems. I left her sleeping and went into the spare bathroom. I needed a shower myself after mowing the lawn, so I took a quick shower, dressing back into the same clothes for lack of a better option.

Emily was stirring when I went back into the spare bedroom. "Hey," she said dreamily.

"Hey," I said. "Have a good nap?"

"Yeah, I needed that," Emily said, and she stretched, her breasts peeking out from under the covers. She noticed and then rushed to cover herself up, giggling. "I almost forgot, you've seen them now," Emily said, and then gave me another quick flash of breast, giggling.

"Tease," I replied.

"So," Emily said, "Is your sinister plan to keep me trapped naked in your house forever?"

"You caught me," I replied, and we both laughed. "No really," I said, "If you want me to go back to your place and pick up some clothes for you... or figure out a way to get you home..."

"No, it's okay," Emily said, and she peered at me, noticing the shirt I was wearing for the first time. "Isn't that Lisa's shirt?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said, looking down at the purple t-shirt. It probably didn't suit me very well, come to think of it.

"It looks great on you," Emily said, "NOT!" Emily laughed.

"Well you wear it then," I said, pulling the shirt off and flinging it onto the bed.

"Fine then, I will," Emily said.

"Go then," I said.

"I will," Emily said, and finally took the shirt and sat up in bed. I watched her breasts get covered up by the shirt. Emily was sniffing it. "Hmmm," she said, "It smells like freshly mown grass... diesel exhaust... and man sweat." She climbed out of bed and kissed me. "I like it," she said.




My Best Friend Emily Ch. 02



"Well, as long as you're happy," I said.

"Where's Lisa?" Emily asked.

"Still locked in the bedroom," I replied, "Do you think maybe we should try to talk to her?"

"No," Emily said, "She's got a lot to think about. Let her think."

"Okay," I said, and I happened to glance at the clock. It was 1:30 already. "Hey, aren't the Cards on?"

"Yeah," Emily said, "Let's go watch it."

Emily and I went into the living room, Emily in Lisa's t-shirt which was several sizes too big for her, and me in nothing but boxers. We scrunched into my recliner and settled in to watch the game. Today was different than yesterday, though. Today we were lovers. I put my arm around Emily and she snuggled up against my bare chest.

We spent the afternoon watching the game, dozing and chatting. The game wasn't nearly as exciting as yesterday's, and they ended up losing badly.

"Does Lisa masturbate?" Emily suddenly asked me. "That you know of?" She added.

"No, she doesn't," I replied. "We talked about it once or twice. She doesn't like to touch herself."

"That poor repressed woman," Emily said.

"Well, she went to Catholic school," I said, "Repression was just part of her upbringing. Masturbation is a sin. You'll go to hell." We sat quietly for a moment, and then I added, "If you think about it it's pretty heroic of her to admit that she's attracted to women."

"Yeah, if you put it that way," Emily said. "Lisa didn't strike me as the religious type."

"Well once she got to college and was free of her devout upbringing she pretty much distanced herself from her religion, but it's hard to overcome things that have been ingrained into you like that," I said. I thought about Lisa, still holed up in our bedroom. If nothing else she must have been starving. She hadn't eaten all day.

Emily made a little noise and shifted against me. "What about you?" I asked just to keep the sexy talk going, "Do you masturbate?"

"Hell yeah!" Emily said.

I laughed. "How often?" I asked.

"Well during the last couple of years while I was celibate at least once a day," Emily said. "If I wake up horny I'll use my detachable shower head during my morning shower. If I have an evening in sometimes I'll just pick out a toy and go to town on myself. After my dates I would usually get myself off. I would tell myself my vibe is bigger than their cock anyway. Bigger and better. It kept me from making any stupid decisions with some of the idiots I dated." Emily squirmed beside me, and then she giggled. "I just made myself wet," she said.

Thinking about Emily masturbating was making me hard again. I was tenting out my boxers. When she said she made herself wet I could feel my cock twitch, and I shifted in the recliner. Suddenly we were nose to nose. I felt a sudden rush of... that heady feeling when you're connecting with somebody. I hadn't felt that with Lisa for years. Before I was even aware of what I was doing I was kissing Emily. She responded eagerly, and there we were, making out on the recliner, pawing at each other. I grabbed at her breast through the shirt. She was running her hand through my chest hairs. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and met her tongue. We swirled our tongues around each other, the sensation sending tingles through both of our bodies. I felt Emily squirming beside me again, and her hand sliding down my chest. I slid my hand down her body and right underneath the t-shirt she was wearing. I ran my hand along her thigh and up to her shaved pussy. She was indeed wet, copiously so. I ran my fingers along her pussy lips, gathering her wetness, and slid further upwards to rub my fingers along her clit. Emily gasped into my mouth, her hand sliding further down until she grabbed a firm hold of my cock through the boxers. Emily was moving again... shifting herself to turn into me and straddle my waist... somewhere a lock was being turned and a door opened...

Crap. Lisa was finally emerging from the bedroom. I shoved Emily back to sit beside me. The recliner rocked as we struggled to get ourselves back under control, Emily trying to smooth out her t-shirt and wipe the saliva from her lips, me trying and failing to hide the huge hard-on I had.

Lisa emerged from the hallway. We tried to act innocent. We must have looked guilty. One of Lisa's saving graces was that she was often oblivious to a lot of things, but she couldn't have missed our reaction, the fact that we were both trying to act natural, but still flushed and breathing heavily, the recliner still rocking back and forth.

"Hey," Lisa said, but her eyes were darting back and forth between us. 

"Hey honey," I said. Emily was just staring at Lisa.

"Umm... I was hoping we could talk," Lisa said.

"Okay," I said cautiously.

Lisa moved until she was sitting on the sofa beside us. I noticed she had her 'casual teacher' look going. She was wearing jeans, a conservative button-down top that was designed to draw attention away from her chest, and her glasses. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She thought casual dress made her look frumpy, but she still had a 'sexy librarian' look about her. She turned to face us. "I don't think I can do this," she finally said.

I felt myself deflate. So much for that, I thought to myself. "Why not?" I heard Emily ask beside me.

"I... just don't think its right," Lisa said.

"Not right for you or not right for society?" Emily asked.

"Not right for me," Lisa said.

"Bullshit," Emily said. "You want this more than either of us. You're scared."

"Fine," Lisa said. "I'm scared. I don't want to do this."

"What are you scared of?" I asked quickly, trying to get involved in the conversation.

"I'm scared of what other people would think," Lisa replied.

"Who cares?" Emily shouted. "This is about us. This is about what we all want. Fuck everybody else."

"You make it sound so easy," Lisa said softly.

"It is," Emily said. "You do what's right for you. Who cares what everybody else thinks?"

"I care," Lisa snapped. "I'm a high school English teacher. What if word got out that teacher was a dyke? Do you think I'd be able to control my students if they lost respect for me?"

"If you think teenagers these days would have less respect for you if they would out you were bi-sexual and in a threesome, you're really out of touch with your students," Emily said. I snickered despite myself.

Lisa glared at me. "Okay, forget about the teenagers," Lisa said, "What about their parents? What about my colleagues?"

"Holy shit," Emily said, "It's the 21st century Lisa! Get your mind out of Catholic school. The tide is turning out there. State after state is allowing gay marriage..."

"And many more haven't come around yet," Lisa said, "Including ours. You tell me to forget about my Catholic upbringing, but you need to forget about the time you spent in the big cities. This is a small town. Everybody knows everything about everybody, and not everybody is so tolerant of anything different."

"Even the new Pope is softening the church's stance on homosexuality," Emily said. "Eventually nobody is going to give a shit who you sleep with. Are you so worried about what other people think that you'd rather wait until absolutely nobody else in the world will think what you're doing is wrong? Wouldn't you rather just be happy?"

Lisa fell silent, staring at the floor. I wondered what she was thinking. Was she thinking about her uptight parents? Emily and I came from progressive families. They would both be okay with the choices we made, more or less, as long as it made us happy. I could imagine Lisa's parents' reaction if they ever found out she was bi-sexual. They would go right to church to pray for her soul, if hearing the news didn't kill them both. I decided to try a different approach. "Nobody has to know about us," I said, "About this."

Lisa shrugged. "Secrets have a way of getting out," she replied.

"You hid the fact that you liked women from me for ten years," I said, "Who's to say that anybody would ever find out about this?"

"And you thought that you were sneaking off to the spare bedroom to jerk off to porn in the mornings, and I had no idea," Lisa snapped. "You for one don't hide your secrets so well. You're probably bursting at the seams to tell all of your male friends that you slept with two women at once."

I wasn't able to refute her logic. What was the point of having a wild threesome with two beautiful women if you couldn't boast about it to everyone you knew?

"And you," Lisa continued, rounding on Emily after I didn't respond to her, "Don't really care about me. You're just using me to get to Joe."

"It's true," Emily said, and I groaned inwardly. Maybe now wasn't such a good time for Emily's particular brand of blunt honesty. "I think you're an uptight, repressed weirdo." I whirled around, prepared to put my hand over Emily's mouth to shut her up, but she grabbed my arm. "You're a sexy woman, though," Emily said, "You're intelligent, successful, and Joe certainly loves you. I've avoided you all of this time because more than anything else I've been jealous of you, but it's not hard to see why Joe thinks so highly of you."

"I've been jealous of you too," Lisa said.

"Really?" Emily said.

"Yeah," Lisa said, "You and your relationship with Joe. You guys are so close. You have so much in common. Sometimes I feel like you are the person Joe should be with."

"That's not true," I said quickly.

"You keep saying that," Lisa said, "But really, what do we have in common? We don't like the same television shows, the same music, or the same movies. I hate sports. You don't read anything but sports biographies. Some nights the ten minutes we get together to have sex before bed is all the time we spend together. Face it Joe, we drifted apart."

I was speechless. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Feeling helpless, I turned to Emily. Emily had all the answers. She was Ferris Bueller. She would fix this. She was silent. She was staring at Lisa with some kind of odd fascination. Finally, I thought of something I could say. "But, I love you," I said meekly.

Lisa didn't reciprocate. "Do you love Emily?" She asked coldly.

I turned to face Emily. She was my best friend. We went through so much together. Of course I had feelings for her. Was it love? I stared into her amber eyes. Emily stared back at me. We were just kissing, pawing at each other not fifteen minutes ago, and I was having feelings I hadn't felt in a long time. Was it love or just infatuation? Was it the excitement of having a new lover after being with only Lisa all these years? I felt an ache growing in my temples. This all seemed so easy last night. It would be all about sex. Lisa and I would share Emily and it would be great, and when it was over, well I didn't want to think about it being over.

"Do you?" Lisa asked.

"Yes," I finally said. "I love Emily. I love you both," I added quickly, my mind starting to race. "I love you both differently. I love you Lisa. You're my wife and I've vowed to spend my life with you. We've had our ups and downs but we've always found a way to get through it together." I turned back to Emily. "I love you too," I said to her. "You're my best friend. We've spent half of our lives together. We've shared everything. In the last day we've taken things to another level, something I would have never imagined." I turned back to Lisa. "I don't know what to do," I said. "How do I make it all better?"

Emily spoke, but she was still staring at me. "There's a missing link in the chain here," Emily said, "And it's me and Lisa." Emily suddenly leapt off of the recliner. I found myself missing the feel of her body against me. She was heading towards the dining room table, where her purse was. She opened it and pulled out her keys. "Can I trust you to go back to my place and get me a change of clothes?" Emily asked me. I nodded dumbly at her. "Go pick up dinner somewhere too. It'll give Lisa and I a chance to talk."

I turned to look at Lisa. The last time I left the two of them alone I found them about to kill each other. She looked at me, then over at Emily, then back at me. "Okay," she said to Emily, "We'll talk. Go ahead," she said to me. "Get dressed."

"Give us about an hour," Emily said, and I nodded at her. I took a long look at Lisa, and then I went into the bedroom and put on a t-shirt and jeans. I almost forgot that I had tossed my ruined sneakers into the trash before, but luckily I had a spare pair in the closet. I went back into the living room, took Emily's keys from her, and with another long glance at the both of them, I left.

I called ahead to the local steakhouse and ordered three burgers with all of the trimmings, and then went to Emily's apartment. It was about a fifteen minute drive into town. It felt so odd walking into Emily's apartment alone. My head spun as I moved into her bedroom and looked around. What was it about walking into a woman's bedroom? I thought. Emily was my best friend. I had been here plenty of times, just never without her. I shook off my misgivings. I picked out the easiest things I could think of for her to wear, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that I could remember her wearing a few times. I went over and opened her underwear drawer. I paused, staring at the neat piles of her underwear. Emily's underwear. Teenage me would've jerked off just thinking about it. I laughed at myself, thinking of how shocked that kid who used to jerk off thinking about Emily would be if he found out that he does get to sleep with her eventually. Still chuckling out loud, I grabbed the bra and pair of panties that were at the top of each pile. I wasn't even sure if they matched. I paused to wonder what was going on right then. Lisa and Emily were in our house, talking things over. I wondered what I was going to come home to. I grabbed a pair of socks and Emily's sneakers, and I tiptoed out of her apartment. Luckily none of her neighbors were around to see me, creeping away with an armload of Emily's clothes.

I picked up the food and came home. I was gone a little less than an hour, but I was starving too, and I couldn't wait any longer, not wanting the food to get cold. I walked into the house and was greeted by... nothing. Silence. Darkness. What happened? I was thinking to myself. Where were they? Then I heard it. A giggle. The sound came from the bedrooms. I absent-mindedly dropped the bag of food and the bundle of Emily's clothes on the dining room table. I fixated on the noise. I heard something else... a moan. What was going on?

Trying to move as quickly and as quietly as I could, I rushed down the hallway. I reached the master bedroom and stopped at the doorway. There they were, Lisa and Emily, completely naked on the bed in a sixty-nine. I gasped. My brain rushed to process what my eyes were seeing. Emily was on top. Her face was buried in Lisa's pussy, her bottom pressed against Lisa's face. Emily's hands were moving, her fingers working against Lisa's pussy as she licked at Lisa's clit. Lisa's hands were cupped against Emily's buttocks as she pressed her face up into Emily's shaved pussy. I heard them both breathing heavily. Lisa gasped. Emily moaned. I stared at them in complete shock.

What do I do? Do I watch them? Do I interrupt them? Do I join in? I was instantly hard. My penis was at an odd angle in my jeans, and I had to reach down and adjust myself because it was uncomfortable. I kept my hand there, idly stroking against my erection through my jeans.

Lisa had raised her knees up in the air, and I could see her hips moving. I could tell just by her body movements she was orgasming. My vantage point at the doorway gave me a side view of the bed. Lisa's knees obscured Emily's head. Emily's hips were moving now, humping against Lisa's face. Emily wasn't nearly as quiet as Lisa once as her orgasm hit her.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, yes! Suck my pussy! Oh, I'm coming!" Emily shouted as her orgasm hit her. She buried her face between Lisa's legs as her orgasm continued to wash over her. I don't think either of them knew I was there yet. Emily's orgasm subsided and she lay there, silent and still. Then she lifted her leg up and over Lisa, turning herself around until they were face to face. Emily's head turned away from the door, and she didn't see me. They were kissing now, their hands both holding each other's faces. Emily took her hands and grabbed Lisa's, playfully pulling them out to her sides. She then reached down and grabbed Lisa's breast with her right hand, kneading and fondling my wife's C cup breast, then brushing her fingers against Lisa's hard nipple. I watched Lisa squirm beneath her. Emily's hand continued its journey down Lisa's body until it was between her legs. Lisa reciprocated, moving her right hand until it was between Emily's legs. They continued kissing as they began to finger-fuck each other.

They were both being quite aggressive about it, almost racing to see who could get the other one off first. From my vantage point I could see Emily's right hand as it rubbed furiously between Lisa's legs. I could see Emily moving her hips against Lisa's hand between her legs. Their faces were still right up close to each other, but they weren't kissing anymore. They were staring into each other's eyes, grunting and moaning with the effort and the sensations.

I think Emily might have come first, but only just barely. Her hips jerked, her grunts got higher and higher pitched until she squealed. Lisa was far less vocal. I knew her orgasms by the way she thrashed about on the bed. I watched them ride out their orgasms together, then at virtually the same moment they pulled their hands away and kissed.

"I guess the talk went well?" I asked, finally revealing to the both of them that I was standing there. Their heads snapped around at the sound of my voice. Emily grinned. Lisa smiled sheepishly.

"How long have you been standing there?" Emily asked.

"Long enough," I replied.

"Did you bring the food home?" Lisa asked. "I'm starving."

"It's on the dining room table," I said. Lisa gave Emily a quick kiss on the lips and then climbed out from under her. I watched her walk to the master bathroom, naked, her hair a wild mess and wetness on her face and thighs. She exuded sexuality. I felt my cock throbbing.

Emily rolled off of the bed and over to me. "I can wait a little while longer to eat," Emily said. "But I bet you can't wait," she added, staring at my crotch. My hand was still idly rubbing at my crotch. I could see the outline of my erection through my jeans. "Look at how wet my fingers are from Lisa," Emily said as she approached me, holding up the fingers of her right hand. She held them up to me, and I leaned over and gave it a tentative lick. I knew that taste well.

I started to ask Emily what had happened but she shushed me. Without another word she dropped to her knees and started undoing my jeans. She pulled them down and my boxers with them, my cock springing free. She grabbed it and gave it a few strokes, and then took it into her mouth.

I know what you're thinking. Another blow job? Bummer, right? I didn't mind, really. Blow jobs are pretty cool, you know, and Emily was certainly good at it. This wasn't the slow, teasing blow job from this morning. She was sucking diligently at my cock, twirling her tongue around it. She was looking to get me off quickly. The feeling was so intense I had to lean back against the bedroom wall to steady myself.

I was so lost in the sensations that I wasn't aware of anything else around me, until Emily pulled her mouth off of my cock. "I know you're watching," Emily said, "Are you touching yourself like we talked about?"

She was talking about Lisa. Startled, I forced myself to focus. Lisa was indeed standing at the entrance to the master bathroom. She was still naked. Her left hand was cupping her breast. Her right hand was between her legs. I could see her index finger moving. As far as I knew she had never done that to herself before. "Yes," Lisa whispered. Emily smiled at me, and resumed the blow job.




My Best Friend Emily Ch. 03



This is the third part of an ongoing series. As always, any similarities to any persons, places, or anything else you may have seen or heard before, is a complete accident.

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Emily went home after dinner.

I had gotten so used to her being around over the past two days, I couldn't get my mind around the fact she was leaving. She was my best friend since middle school, but we hadn't had a weekend-long get-together since high school. Also, we hadn't had sex before. She hadn't had sex with my wife before, either. The three of us had never had sex together. The whole thing, the fighting, the debates, the arguments, the wild sex, it was a life-altering experience. I didn't want it to end. I didn't want her to go.

"Jeez, pal," Emily said when I tried to suggest that she spend the night again. "I have a life, you know." She smiled at me. "I have to work in the morning. We all have to work in the morning. I have to go home and get my shit together." She was dressed in the clothes that I had picked up for her. She said I did a good job, except the bra and panties didn't match. She reached up and kissed me on the cheek. "I'll be back, I promise," she whispered into my ear. "Goodnight Lisa," she said to my wife standing beside me. Lisa for some reason got a full-on French kiss goodbye. I watched them; tongues swirling inside their mouths, bodies pressed together, and felt an odd mix of jealousy and arousal. I didn't get a French kiss! Emily pulled away, and with a final glance at me, turned and left.

The house felt strangely empty without her, even though it was always just me and Lisa living together for the past six years. Truth be told Emily was our first house guest, ever. Who would need to stay with us? Our friends and family all lived nearby. Now it was back to just me and Lisa, and somehow it felt odd. I looked at Lisa. She was looking back at me. I wondered if she felt the same way. "Soo..." she started to say.

"I miss her already," I blurted out.

"I miss her too," Lisa replied.

We ended up talking for a long time. It was noteworthy and monumental. We hardly talked to each other anymore. We were both adrift in our marriage, used to our roles and going through the motions. We talked for a long time about what we both wanted, our hopes and dreams, and plans for the future that I had forgotten I even had. We were thirty years old. We got married, had good jobs, and a house. What was next? Children? Travel? A garden? We didn't really make any plans or particularly agree on anything that night, but at least we were talking.

We made love when we were done talking. At some point we had run out of things to say, and Lisa shot me her 'come hither' look. "So, what do you want to do now?" She asked.

Flashes of the evening's activities ran through my mind. I came back with dinner to find Lisa and Emily together in a sixty-nine, and then fingering each other to orgasm. After I announced my presence, Emily came over and gave me a blow job. Lisa was fingering herself, maybe for the first time in her whole life, making herself squirt. I felt myself getting hard. I reached for Lisa and kissed her, pulling her glasses off her face and placing them on the table beside us. I undid her pony tail to let her long brown hair flow free. I started undoing the buttons on her shirt and she pulled away from me, leading me from where we were on the sofa to the bedroom. That used to bother me. Wasn't Lisa ever so overcome with passion that she wanted to make love right there on the sofa or the living room floor? Tonight it didn't bother me. Tonight felt like a fresh start. I was actually strangely excited about having sex with Lisa. For the first time in years it felt new. It felt different. Who knew that having sex with Emily would make me excited about being with Lisa again? I followed Lisa into the bedroom. She finished undoing the buttons on her shirt, pulling it off of her. She reached back and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I watched her full C cup breasts come into view. They were still firm and perky, not bad for a 30 year old. She was undoing her jeans now, and I realized that by standing there and gawking I was way behind her. I pulled my shirt over my head and started undoing my own jeans. By the time I was pulling my boxers down my legs Lisa was already naked and lying on the bed. I climbed onto the bed beside her. I took her face in my hand and kissed her, then ran my hand down her neck and shoulder, and grabbed her breast, sliding my fingers along the side of her breast and then brushing her nipple until I felt it grow hard.

Lisa gasped and broke the kiss. "I don't think I'm going to need much foreplay," she whispered.

I wracked my brain. Did I ever complain about the foreplay? What's not to like about touching and kissing my sexy wife? I couldn't remember ever making an issue about it. Did I ever say to her 'halftime is only 15 minutes' or 'Walking Dead will be on soon?' Yeah, I probably did. What an ass. What could be more important than sex? I smiled at her, "Just lie back and enjoy it," I said. I leaned down to kiss the breast I wasn't fondling, gently pressing my lips against the breast flesh and trailing circles around her nipple with my tongue. I settled on her nipple and sucked it into my mouth, causing Lisa to gasp. I moved my mouth to her other breast, taking the hand that was on that breast and sliding it down her soft belly and down between her legs. I slid my fingers through her pussy hair and over her clitoris, right down across her pussy. She was very turned on. I could tell just by feel that her pussy lips were engorged and prominent, her clitoris already hard. I gathered the wetness that was around her pussy and slid my fingers back up along her clitoris, causing Lisa to moan. She shifted her hips and moved subtly to meet my fingers. I started to slide my fingers back and forth from her clitoris to her pussy, rubbing along the valley between her prominent pussy lips. 

I felt Lisa's hand reach out and grab hold of my erection. She wrapped her hand around it and started to stroke it. She wasn't particularly good at hand jobs, but I appreciated her efforts at reciprocation. She would always stroke me harder and faster when I was doing something right to her, so I was able to gauge how I was doing with her by what she was doing to me.

"Oh my God," Lisa whispered, "What are you doing to me?" I felt her hand tighten around my cock, and I could sense she was approaching orgasm. I started stroking her faster, pressing more of my fingers and hand against her so that I was stimulating more of her clitoris and pussy. Lisa's hips jerked and her hand jerked against my cock. She grunted, and I could feel a rush of wetness against my hand. I smiled. I just made her squirt again.

Lisa was gasping for air, her chest heaving. I didn't pull my hand away from her though. I concentrated on her clit, rubbing at it with just my fingertips. Lisa gasped and bucked her hips again. "You're making me crazy," she moaned. "I want you inside me." I didn't stop, though. I kept frigging her clitoris until I felt her hips buck again in aftershock, and then I finally pulled my hand away.

Lisa reached for me and I climbed on top of her, kissing her as I lined myself up against her. She raised her knees in the air and I found the entrance to her pussy. She was soaked but I was fully hard, and it was still an effort to push the head of my cock past the entrance of her tight pussy. I eased into her slowly, letting myself slide into her inch by inch until all seven inches were inside of her. I pulled myself almost all of the way out of her and then all the way back in. Lisa moaned and wrapped her legs around me. I held myself deep inside of her, moving back and forth in tiny increments, feeling the head of my cock press up against her cervix. Lisa pressed her inner walls against me and rolled her hips so that she was moving against me. I knew that she was stimulating her G-spot, and I held myself in place and let her stimulate herself. When she stopped rolling her hips I resumed my thrusting, slowly pulling myself out of her and then all the way back in. Lisa preferred to be made love to slowly, and with slower thrusts I lasted longer. Even with all of the orgasms I'd had over the past two days I could still feel that my orgasm wasn't far away. I felt Lisa's pussy tighten against me again and I understood why. She was milking me, pulling at me. It was almost as good as a blow job. Suddenly I realized that Lisa was orgasming. She didn't make a sound. I only knew because her hips were bucking and her nails were clawing at my back. The realization that Lisa was orgasming and the feel of her pussy walls grabbing at my cock pushed me over the edge. I started thrusting into her as fast as I could and grunted as I came, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her pussy. I continued to thrust into her until my spasms stopped and then I fell against her, spent.

Lisa made a noise, something between a moan and a sigh. "I love you," she said.

"I love you too," I said, and then I kissed her. I kissed her until my penis became flaccid, maybe for the first time all weekend, and I pulled out of her. I climbed off of her and walked into the master bedroom to clean up, and then grabbed a hand towel and tossed to Lisa, who was still lying prone on the bed, legs splayed, pussy still gushing a combination of both of our fluids. I loved to see her like that, her body flushed from sex, her chest heaving, her legs wide open showing her pink pussy lips framing her wide open pussy under her brown bush. I smiled at her.

"What?" Lisa asked. She took the hand towel and was wiping at the mess between her legs.

"Nothing," I said sheepishly, "I just like to see you like that."

"Like this?" Lisa asked. "I probably look like a mess."

I laughed. "You've been a mess all weekend." She got herself all covered in dirt yesterday and covered in food this morning. You'd think she'd be used to it by now.

Lisa shot me a look. I suddenly remembered what she mumbled after our shower sex yesterday. 'I think I like being dirty.' For once, though, my penis was just too exhausted to respond. Lisa was getting to her feet now, walking gingerly to the bathroom with the towel between her legs. "I made a mess," she said as she passed me. I moved toward the bed for a closer look. Sure enough, there was a huge circle of wetness on the bed, at least as big as my hand. Lisa started making a point of lying in the exact middle of the bed when we had sex so that the wet spots wouldn't be where either of us slept. We went through a lot of bed sheets, too. Those stains were tough to get out.

Lisa eventually emerged, dressed for bed in one of her huge nightshirts. "I had to throw out the shirt from this morning," she said, "It was ruined." She made a face. Her food fight with Emily that morning ruined the Victoria's Secret nightshirt that I had gotten her for our last anniversary. She seemed pretty upset about it. "Maybe I could go get a new one this week," she said.

"Sure," I said. I pulled my boxers back on and we climbed into bed. We kissed goodnight and Lisa was probably asleep before I even got comfortable. I tossed and turned, the events of the weekend, the ups and downs, and all of the things that Lisa and I talked about that night swirling in my head. It probably took me an hour to fall asleep.

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I was never the type to grumble about Monday mornings, but this one was tough to deal with. I was a habitual early riser, but instead of the 5:30 or so I would usually get up on a weekday I wasn't able to drag myself out of bed until 6:15. Lisa was already awake and in the bathroom. I groaned. I needed to get in there and shower before she got up or I would never get my chance. I rolled out of bed, still feeling the soreness of the weekend's exertions, and went to shower in the spare bathroom. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and was parked in my recliner watching SportCenter when Lisa passed by on her way out the door. She was dressed in a white blouse and a long flowing skirt, her long brown hair brushed out and flowing down her back. She was rocking her 'earth mother' look today.

Usually she just rushed by me on her way out the door, but today she stopped. I had a lot of time still before I had to get to the office, so to stay comfortable after my showers I usually just put on a t-shirt and boxers until I had to put on the rest of my suit. I pretended to ignore her, but I could sense her looking me up and down. Lisa came over to me, and leaned right by my ear. "Have a good day, Joe," she whispered, and the feel of her breath against my ear sent tingles straight to my groin. Then she leaned in and kissed me, a lingering kiss that left me wanting more. "I'm going to pick up a few things after school today," Lisa said as she gathered her things and moved to the door, "Let me know if you are going to be home late." I stared at her as she closed the door behind her, trying to will my erection away.

It was harder than I thought it would be not to blurt out any details of my weekend to my co-workers. I got a few "How was your weekend's?" and it took a lot of willpower to hem and haw and say all I did was watch some baseball and mow the lawn. You know my friend Emily? I was saying inside my head. Yeah, the cute blonde with the pixie haircut. Well, I had sex with her this weekend. My wife had sex with her too. We all had sex together. My wife and Emily also got into a huge mud fight where they stripped their clothes off. Yeah, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I came in my pants just watching them. Does that shock you? I didn't say any of those things, of course, but every time I thought about it my erection would come back to life. I stayed at my desk as much as possible, just so I wouldn't have to walk around with a huge hard-on.

I still hadn't heard from Emily. I texted her at lunchtime, but I didn't get a reply. I started to get a little nervous. What if she had second thoughts? What if she got home and freaked out about what we all did together? I resolved that the first free moment I got I would try to call her, but that free moment never came.

I ended up having a late appointment that night. One of the downsides about my job was that I often had to accommodate my clients' schedules, and that meant meeting them after normal business hours. A couple came to the office at 6pm to go over their investments and didn't leave until almost 7:30. I was exhausted and starving, glad to be finally on my way out of there. Just as I was about to stand up and leave my desk my office phone rang. I figured it was Lisa asking when I'd be home. I didn't even have a chance to let her know I'd be late.

I answered the phone without glancing at the caller ID. "Hello?"

At first I heard nothing, and I thought it was some kind of telemarketing call. I was about to slam the phone down when I heard it. Heavy breathing. What the hell?

"Hello?" I said again.

The heavy breathing got louder. Then I heard a moan. "Ohhh..."

"Who is this?" I demanded.

"Mmm..." the voice cooed, "You make me so wet..."

My mind raced. No, it wasn't Lisa. I doubted she was even capable of something like this. Was it... "Emily?" I asked tentatively.

I got more heavy breathing as a reply.

"Emily, is that you?" I asked again.

The breathing finally gave way to giggles. Yes, it was Emily. "Hey, pal," she whispered seductively.

"Oh my God," I said, and I glanced around the office. I was the last one there. "You know my calls are recorded?" I said in a stern voice.

Emily was cackling with laughter now. "Well somebody will get a cheap thrill then," she said. "How are you?"

"Okay, just about to leave finally," I said. "How are you?"

"Mmm..." Emily moaned, "I'm good," she purred, drawing out the last word.

I felt my mouth go dry. She was seriously going on with the phone sex game? I just wanted to go home, but the sounds she was making was having an undeniable effect on me. I decided to play along with her, as much to get it over with so I could get going. The alternative was to hang up the phone. "You sound good," I said flippantly.

"Mmm... ahhh," she said as a reply. "Can you guess what I'm doing?"

"I think I can take a pretty good guess," I said.

"I'm doing it the way you did it to me," Emily moaned, "My fingers are in my pussy and my palm is rubbing my clitty... ahhh... it feels so good."

I swallowed and took another look around the office. Yep, still alone. I was rock hard now, and the tingling in my groin was demanding attention. I absent-mindedly moved the hand that wasn't holding the phone down to feel my erection through my slacks. 

"You make me so wet..." Emily breathed into the phone, "I dreamed of your hard cock last night... I got myself off twice this morning before I left for work... ohhh... are you touching it?"

I took another furtive glance around the office. "Yes," I whispered.

"Good," Emily said, and she moaned again. "I'm so close to cumming now, just from my fingers, pretending they're yours, your big, strong fingers, ohhh... ohhh... OHH!! UNH!! Oh my God... Oh my God... Oh... yes..."

Emily trailed off, and seconds ticked by. I wondered if she dropped the phone or forgot she was talking to me altogether. I still had a firm hold of myself through my slacks. "Emily?" I finally asked.

Emily was laughing. "Sorry," she said. "I couldn't wait for you. I came so hard." She moaned again. "Are you close?"

"Emily I have to go," I said.

"Oh," she sounded disappointed. "Didn't that turn you on?" She asked.

"Yes," I said, and then I sighed. "I'm hard as a rock. But I'm at work... in a suit. And I hate... HATE... coming in my pants."

Emily laughed. "Well, why didn't you say so? Okay, I'll let you go. You can file this away... for next time. Goodnight pal," Emily said, and she hung up the phone.

I sat there for a full minute, staring at the phone, willing my erection to go down to the point where I could stand up and walk out the door comfortably. I hoped Emily wouldn't be too angry with me. Then I thought about Lisa. What would she think? Lisa! I never called her to tell her I'd be late. I grabbed the phone and dialed home.

She picked up on the second ring. "Hey," she said.

"Hey honey," I said, "I'm so sorry, I was so busy today, I didn't even have time to call you! I'm just leaving now."

"Okay," Lisa said, "I have chicken in the oven for you."

"Great," I said, "You're the best, babe."

"Okay, bye," Lisa said, and she hung up the phone.

It was a warm spring evening, and I found myself undoing my tie and starting to unbutton my shirt at stop lights. I pulled into the driveway in fourteen minutes flat and went into the house. I looked around. There was no sign of Lisa. I called her name. No answer. I went into the bedroom and found the bathroom door closed. "Lisa?" I said again.

"I'm in here," Lisa said from the other side of the door.

"Are you okay?" I asked, quickly pulling off my jacket and starting to undress.

"I'm fine," Lisa said, "You just have to take the chicken out of the oven. It's ready."

I was starving, so I just focused on undressing as quickly as I could and throwing on jeans and a t-shirt so that I could go and eat. I pulled the rotisserie chicken out of the oven and scarfed it down. I cleaned up and plopped down in my recliner, stuffed and happy. Unfortunately there was nothing on TV that night. The Cards were off. It was only then that I realized that Lisa still wasn't out of the bathroom. I hopped out of the chair and only realized then that the bedroom door was closed. Lisa must have come out at some point and shut the door. Crap. Was she mad again? What did I do now? Did she find out about Emily's phone sex escapade before somehow? A sense of dread washed over me as I crept down the hall. "Lisa?" I asked tentatively as I reached the door.




My Best Friend Emily Ch. 03



"Just a minute!" I heard her shout.

"Is everything all right?" I asked.

"Fine!" Lisa shouted. "Just go relax. I'll be out in a minute!"

More curious than ever, I wandered away from the door and back to the recliner, idly flipping channels but barely paying attention. I started to get more and more uneasy as the minutes passed. What was going on?

Finally I heard the bedroom door open. "Okay, I'm ready," Lisa called out.

Ready for what? I thought to myself. I was about to hop out of my chair and confront her...

"Close your eyes," Lisa called out.

Huh? I froze in place, trying to figure out what was happening.

"Are they closed?" Lisa asked. Her voice was closer. She was right around the corner.

With a mental shrug, I closed my eyes. "Yes," I said warily.

"Okay..." Lisa said. She was right in front of me now. "You can open them."

I opened my eyes, and then I blinked. Lisa was wearing the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen. It was black lace, held up with spaghetti straps. The see-through lace cups held each breast separately and showed off several inches of cleavage. It was sleeveless but the lace covered her legs to mid-thigh like a skirt. Two buttons held the garment together at her midriff, the buttons leaving an oval of bare skin around her belly button. Lisa was wearing her hair down, framing her face and down her shoulders. My eyes drifted to her crotch, which looked to be covered by a separate piece of black lace thong. My eyes traveled back up, and then back down her body again, and then back up to look her in the eye. I was speechless, and then I realized that I was simply gawking at her, and my mouth was wide open.

"So, what do you think?" Lisa asked.

I had just enough blood left in my brain to form a word. "Wow," I mumbled.

"Oh good," Lisa said, "You like it."

I stood up suddenly. I couldn't hold back. I stepped forward and grabbed her, crushing her body to mine and kissing her with abandon. Lisa responded, returning my feverish kisses and running her hands up and down my back. I grabbed her roughly, my right hand cupping her lace-clad buttocks, and lifted her off the floor. Lisa shrieked as I pulled her backward and eased her to the living room floor. I covered her body with mine, kissing her fiercely, and then I rolled off of her. I stared at her body, the parts that were bare and the parts that were barely covered by her negligee. I reached out with my hand to touch the bare flesh of her neck and clavicle, and traced a path along the edge of the lace garment down to her cleavage. I grabbed her breast, enjoying the feel of the lace and her supple flesh. Lisa was enjoying it too. She gasped as I ran my fingers along her hardened nipple underneath the lace. I reached and began to undo the buttons that held the flimsy lingerie together.

"I knew the downside of buying something like this would be that it wouldn't be on me for long," Lisa said.

We both laughed as I finished undoing the buttons and pulled the lace aside. Lisa made a move as though she was going to try to get up, and I pushed her down roughly with my hand. I moved to straddle her waist, keeping her trapped below me. I reached out with both hands and grabbed each breast, kneading and fondling them and pulling at her nipples with my fingers. Lisa was reaching for my shirt, and I let her pull it off of me, leaning forward so that she would be able to pull it over my head from her position on the floor. When it was off my head she tossed it aside and I kissed her again, grabbing her hands and pulling them out to each side, pinning her to the ground. I pressed my jeans-covered erection to her lace-covered crotch. I felt Lisa grind her hips against me.

"I never used to like it rough," Lisa mumbled, "But I want you to just..." Lisa gasped as I thrust my erection hard against her, "Ravish me."

I smiled and grabbed her face with my hands. I kissed her roughly, thrusting my tongue into my mouth, meeting hers and swirling it around inside her mouth. I felt Lisa's hips respond by pressing up against my crotch. I pulled away from her mouth and began to kiss a trail down her body, heading straight down over her left breast, pausing to nip playfully at her nipple, and continuing to kiss my way to her waist. I kissed my way back up her body, this time giving her right breast a long lick with my tongue, returning to her lips. I kissed another trail down her body, this time kissing straight down between her breasts and her belly button and down to the part of her body still covered by her lace thong. I kissed my way straight down to the thin material that was covering her pussy, kissing and sucking and blowing air over her pussy and clitoris. Lisa moaned and squirmed from the onslaught, and began trying to hook her feet around my shoulders to try to pull me back up to her. I eventually relented, kissing my way back up her body and to her lips.

Lisa's hands were at the waistband of my jeans now, undoing them and beginning to pull them down. I helped her pull them down my legs and then turned to pull them off. I was down to just my boxers. I covered my body with hers again, enjoying the feel of my bare skin against hers, and my hard cock up against her crotch. Lisa was grinding her hips against me again. "I want you inside me," she moaned.

I usually liked to tease her a little longer, but the thrill of being able to fuck her on the living room floor won out this time. I took my boxers by the waistband and pulled them down, freeing my cock, rigid hard from all of the stimulation of the day. I shifted to pull my boxers down and off my legs. Lisa reached out and touched my erection. "Wow, I made you hard," she said.

"Yes," I said, an odd flicker of the memory of phone sex with Emily coming and going as I reached for Lisa's lace thong, pulling it down and off of her legs. I threw myself down on Lisa's now nearly naked body, lining my cock up with her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my butt and tried to guide me into her. I found the entrance to her pussy and started to push my way in. She was wet but I was fully hard, maybe as hard and rigid as I'd ever been, and it was difficult to get myself inside her. Lisa gasped as the head pushed through and I began to slide into her. Inch by inch I worked my erection into her pussy, stopping when I felt resistance. I pulled back and thrust in a little bit.

Lisa gasped and rocked her hips against me. "Ravish me," she said again, and she pressed her feet where they were wrapped against my buttocks, pushing me into her. I started thrusting in and out as fast as I dared, watching Lisa for signs that she was uncomfortable. Instead she started moving her hips in rhythm with mine and wrapped her arms around my back, her hands on my shoulders.

"This feels so good," Lisa whispered. "Harder," she added, and I picked up the pace of my thrusts, ignoring the lingering soreness from the gardening the other day. I fucked Lisa with abandon, not paying attention to how long it was going to last. I liked being able to give Lisa two or even three orgasms to my one, but this was a race to the finish line. "Harder," Lisa whispered again, and I grunted, realizing that my orgasm was approaching. I didn't want to leave her unsatisfied. I started trying to distract myself. Baseball... baseball... the middle-aged clients I met with that evening... God were they ugly... I wondered how they could even stand to look at each other...

Damn it all... I was passing the point of no return. I let a moan escape my lips and started thrusting even faster as my orgasm arrived. My cock felt like it was burning as it shot load after load into Lisa's hot pussy. I came and came and lost track of where I was and who I was with. Was it Lisa? Was it Emily? Was it horse-faced Mrs. Henderson? I started to come back to myself. I was on the living room floor. It was Lisa beneath me. She must have come along with me. I could feel her hips still jerking, her pussy still clenching against my cock, her breath coming in gasps. I fell against her, spent.

We lay like that for a while. I felt like I was too exhausted to move. I started idly counting orgasms. This was what... six... seven... eight in three days? I hadn't cum this much since I was a teenager, left alone for a weekend with nothing to do but raid my big brother's stash of porn magazines and fantasize about...

"... Emily," I heard Lisa mumble, and I only just then realized that Lisa was talking.

"What?" I said, trying retroactively to figure out what Lisa just said.

"I said," Lisa said more loudly. She hated repeating herself. "We owe this to Emily. It was her idea for me to go out and buy the sexiest lingerie I could find."

"Oh," I said. "We'll have to thank her for it next time." 

"We will," Lisa said, with the emphasis on 'we' and I only belatedly recognized the innuendo.

"Emily called me before I left work," I blurted out. I'm not sure why, but I felt like I had to say something.

"Oh?" Lisa asked. "What did she have to say?"

"Not much," I said, "Just... umm..."

"What?" Lisa asked.

"Well," I said, "She umm... we... umm... she... kinda..."

"What?" Lisa asked louder.

"Had phone sex," I finally blurted out. I winced. How would Lisa take it?

I felt Lisa moving beneath me, and it took me a few seconds to realize that she was laughing. "You had phone sex at the office?" Lisa asked.

"Well, yeah," I said. "Well, she had it more than I did. I just kind of listened."

"When did this happen?" Lisa asked.

"Right before I left," I said. "Right before I called you."

"Well, I figured it wasn't in the middle of the day," Lisa said. She paused. "Did you like it?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said, "I mean, I didn't cum, but I was turned on."

"Oh," Lisa said. "Did Emily..."

"Yes," I said, "At least she sure sounded like she did."

"Oh," Lisa said.

"Are you mad?" I asked quickly.

Lisa laughed again. "No," she said. This time she was laughing so hard she could hardly even speak. I started to laugh too. I mean, why would I even think she would be mad? She didn't pour maple syrup over Emily's head just yesterday morning and start a food fight with her just for sleeping with me or anything. I wondered again what Emily and Lisa talked about when I was gone yesterday. Lisa seemed like a completely different person since then. "I'm okay with it now," Lisa was finally able to say. "Really I am. I'm glad you had fun. I'm also glad you came home and fucked me silly." She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I have to go prepare my lessons for tomorrow," she said. I didn't budge. "Can you let me up please?"

I grudgingly moved off of her. I watched her roll over and scramble to her feet, the unbuttoned negligee still hanging off of her body. I watched her walk gingerly back towards the bedroom, trying not to drip any of our combined juices on the carpeting. I laid there on the floor a little while longer, one thought dominating my mind. It was only Monday. What other surprises did this week have in store? When would I, I mean, we get to see Emily again? What would happen when we did? I looked down at my penis, lying flaccid between my legs. "We're in for quite an adventure, little buddy," I mumbled. My penis didn't answer. It never does.

I hope you enjoyed the third installment of this series. It ended up being relatively short and sweet, but I promise that Emily and the wild threesomes will return in part four!



My Best Friend Emily Ch. 04



Welcome to part four of this ongoing series. As promised, we are going to get back to the group sex motif. Any similarities to any persons, places, events, or anything you make have ever heard or imagined before is a complete accident.

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It was quickly becoming the slowest week of my life.

Everybody knows where I'm coming from, I'm sure. You have a full week of work or school to suffer through, knowing that you have something great planned for the weekend, and the anticipation is causing every dull moment of the week to drag. You are always looking at the clock, thinking 'is this day over yet?' Is it Friday yet? Yeah, that was my week.

It didn't help that it was a particularly crazy week. It was just after tax season and it seemed that all of my middle-aged clients wanted to go over their post-tax finances and determine whether or not they were contributing enough to their retirement accounts, etc. Usually I got a kick out of it. Maybe it was the voyeur in me. I enjoyed the glimpses into the private lives of other people that my job gave me. Sometimes we would go over expenses and uncover some interesting facts. For instance, once I was working with one couple who had spent an enormous amount of money on a trip to Europe. I pressed them about what could have possibly cost them that much. They finally relented. In Amsterdam, they said, they paid for a private sex show. It cost over two thousand dollars. It was totally worth it, the husband said with a smile. The wife blushed. In the end, I was probably more embarrassed to hear it than they were to admit to it, but I did go home and fuck Lisa silly that night. I just didn't tell her what got me so turned on.

Anyway, where was I? Tuesday? Ugh, still Tuesday? Well, one thing about that day was that I got my first taste of what all of the crazy kids out there call 'sexting.' I was working at my desk Tuesday afternoon when my trusty iPhone buzzed. I was in the middle of something so I couldn't look right away, but when I had a break I pulled my phone out of my shirt pocket and took a look. I missed a text from Emily. She probably had something to say about the ballgame that night, I thought. We always talked about the starting pitchers and matchups before games. I flipped open my messages... and was greeted by a close-up photo of a pussy. I felt my jaw go slack, and my slacks get tingly. I furtively glanced around. Nobody was around me. The pussy was shaved, so I quickly guessed that it was Emily's. It was open and inviting, the lips engorged, the slickness evident even on that small screen. Emily's text was 'thinking about you. Go Cards!' I chuckled, trying to make it look like I was just reading a funny text and not staring at my friend's vagina. But, what do I do? Do I answer her? Do I reciprocate? I was hard as a rock. I furtively glanced around. Nobody was paying any attention to me. I stood up and began to weave my way through the desks to the bathroom, trying to act nonchalant, and not draw any attention to my hard cock which was probably tenting out my suit slacks. I was relieved when I made it to the bathroom without having to make eye contact with anyone. It was your typical office men's room, with two urinals and three enclosed toilets. I peeked under the stalls. I was alone. I went into the nearest stall and shut the door. I flicked open my phone again and stared at Emily's pussy for several seconds. I took a deep breath. Was I really going to do this? I stashed the phone back into my pocket and undid my belt, unbuttoned my slacks and let them fall to the floor. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, and I took another deep breath. I could feel my heart pounding. I could see why people got a thrill out of this. What a rush! I pulled my boxers down and my erection popped free, all seven inches of rigid manhood. I pulled my phone out again and flipped to the camera setting. I had never taken a picture of my penis before. What were the guidelines for a good cock selfie anyway? What was the best view? I found myself experimenting with different angles. How much thought are you supposed to put into these anyway? Finally I just decided to snap a 'head-on' photo. The sound of my camera snapping the photo echoed unexpectedly loudly in the cramped stall and I jumped. Thank goodness nobody else had come into the bathroom. I looked at my handiwork. The big purple head was in the forefront, the contours of my circumcised penis clearly visible. The hole was open. From the angle you could kind of see my shaft behind it, and my hairy groin. I shrugged. I had seen lots of porn over the years, but I was 100% heterosexual and never spent any time looking at pictures of dicks, and as a result the art of taking a good dick selfie was lost on me. This would have to do, I decided. I stared at my cock for a few seconds. When it was this hard and Lisa wasn't around, usually I would just grab it and beat off, but I never jerked off at work before. No, I couldn't do it there, I finally decided, pulling up my boxers and my slacks. My erection will go away on its own, eventually. Before I left the stall I replied to Emily, texting 'thinking of you too. Go Cards!' and attaching the picture. I took one last deep breath, knowing that I was crossing yet another line, and hit send. The self-flushing toilet went off at that moment and I nearly dropped my phone, but I recovered and went to wash up like I was just doing what most people do in the bathroom.

My phone buzzed again almost as soon as I sat back down at my desk (I keep it on vibrate when I'm working.) I glanced around again, trying not to look as guilty as I felt. This time Emily texted me a photo of just her mouth, wide open and shaped like an 'O' and underneath she texted 'put it right here.' A moment later she added 'btw you just made me wet :-O' I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, my erection raging and tingling anew. So much for it going away.

The day continued on pretty much like that. In between tasks Emily and I traded texts. There were no more pictures but plenty of sexual innuendo. Finally five o'clock rolled around. Unfortunately while everyone else was packing up to go home, I had another evening meeting. Worse yet, this one was a 'house call' with an elderly couple with a lot of cats and hearing aides that weren't always turned up as high as they should be. I always left there exhausted, annoyed and reeking of kitty litter. Any sexual energy I had built up during the day had drained right out of me. I staggered into the house after 8pm and ate the lukewarm fast food that Lisa had left on the kitchen table. She was already into her evening routine, preparing for the next day. There was no sexy lingerie in sight. We exchanged a little small talk and then I left her to go watch the Cards game in my recliner. I probably made it to about 9:30 before I fell asleep, waking up sometime after midnight. I turned off the TV and staggered into bed, falling back to sleep within minutes.

I was wide awake at 5am, though. Here was where I usually snuck out of bed to watch porn. Do I really need to? I thought to myself as I lay there in bed. Lisa was still sound asleep beside me, snoring softly. I thought about waking her. No, that never went well. Lisa wasn't a morning person, and morning sex wasn't her thing. I thought about Emily, the sext of her pussy in my mind's eye making me hard again. Well now I had to do... something. With a groan I rolled out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom, my erection leading the way. I turned on the shower and pulled down my boxers. I stared at my erection; letting mental flashes of the events of the last few days stoke my libido. The mud fight, the shower sex, the threesome, the food fight, the blow jobs from Emily, Lisa in that lingerie, the sexting. I took myself in my hand and started stroking, letting my mind wander from one sexual image to the next. It only took me a few minutes to bring myself to an explosive orgasm, shooting glob after glob of clear white fluid into the toilet. I groaned as I stroked myself as fast as my hand could go. I had to reach out with my free hand to steady myself on the countertop. Finally the spasms stopped, and I let go of myself, idly studying the glob of cum that dribbled onto the knuckle of my pointer finger. I took some toilet paper and cleaned off my finger, then the cum that was still dribbling off the tip of my penis. Finally, I cleaned up any cum that was stubbornly sticking to the bowl. I flushed the toilet, watching to make sure any evidence of what I did was gone. Even now, with my suddenly sexually liberated wife, I didn't need her coming into the bathroom and seeing traces of my cum in the toilet and knowing that I jerked off.

Wednesday and Thursday were almost carbon copies of Tuesday. There was a little sexting, an evening meeting with a client, a lukewarm dinner, and ending with falling asleep in front of the ballgame. Because of my ongoing sexually charged conversation with Emily, I was in a constant state of arousal. I hadn't been like that since Lisa and I first got together in the dorm over ten years ago. Back then we spent almost every free moment together, talking, kissing, cuddling, exploring each other. Lisa and I waited almost two months to have sex with each other. I know now that it was because Lisa was struggling with her sexuality, but I can't remember how I held out that long. 

While I was home I saw very little of Lisa. She was hiding out in the bedrooms most of the time I was home. It wasn't unusual before, but I thought we had turned over a new leaf. I wondered what she was up to, or if we were just falling back into the same routines. I was focused on the weekend anyway. Emily and I had decided that we'd go out to dinner right after work Friday night before we came back to the house and... did whatever came naturally. 

I was in my recliner Friday morning in my underwear with my bowl of Cheerios, as usual. Lisa was passing me by on her way out the door. "I'll meet you at Longhorn's after work, okay?" She said.

I jumped. I never told Lisa our plans! How did she know? "Oh my God, did I forget to tell you?" I said.

"It's okay, Emily texted me," Lisa said, and she smiled at me enigmatically. That was odd. What was she hiding? She turned and walked out the door, leaving me to wonder.

Friday was blissfully quiet compared to the rest of the week. I just had to catch up on all of the paperwork that had piled up, especially after meeting with all of those clients and changing their investment strategies. I even found time to make a few calls to other clients, you know, to try to drum up more business. A salesman's work is never done.

Around lunchtime my phone buzzed. It was a text from Emily. She texted me 'so excited about tonight' and attached a close-up of one of her nipples, hard and puckered. I laughed, but how do I respond? Another dick selfie seemed redundant. I surreptitiously snapped a picture of my tongue sticking out and texted it to her without comment. Emily's response was 'I have plans for that.' I glanced at the clock again. 5pm couldn't come fast enough.

The end of the day finally arrived and for once I was out the door with the rest of the office. I made it to Longhorn's in record time and found Lisa waiting for me, dressed in the same white blouse and long skirt she was wearing that morning. Emily arrived a few minutes later, dressed in a tight white blouse and gray slacks. 

At dinner I was struck by the change in attitude between Lisa and Emily. Since Emily was my best friend we had all gone out to dinner together many, many times before. For the most part those social outings were dominated by me and Emily, and Lisa sort of kept to herself, shut out of our conversations about sports, or our reminiscences about our teenaged experiences. Tonight, however, Lisa was very involved in the conversation with Emily. I wondered yet again what had happened between the two of them that past Sunday when I was gone.

There was something of a 'foreplay' feel to dinner. We all knew that Emily was coming back to our house afterwards for a night of wild sex. Emily and I kept trading knowing glances and winks. At one point during the meal I felt Emily's leg brush up against mine from where she was sitting across the table. Lisa was sitting next to me, and at another point I felt her place a hand on my thigh. I reciprocated, sliding my hand along Lisa's thigh, and brushing my leg against Emily's under the table.

We were held up several minutes because the server disappeared before we could ask for the check. Exasperated, we discussed everything from trying to track him down in the restaurant to just dashing out the door. Finally he breezed by and dropped the check on the table. "Whoa, buddy!" I shouted before he had a change to rush off again. I slapped down a credit card and asked him to come back quickly because we were in a hurry. He paused, looking from my beautiful wife to my gorgeous best friend, and then back to me. His face suddenly broke into a huge smile. "Sure thing, boss," he said, and disappeared. 

Emily was trying to slip me money for her meal. I refused. "Are you kidding?" I said to Emily, pushing the money back to her. "Do you know how much money I made this week?"

"It wasn't from selling dirty pictures, was it?" Emily asked without missing a beat. 

I froze. I didn't tell Lisa about our sexting adventures. I glanced at her. She was looking at me curiously. Luckily the waiter came back with the receipt, giving me a way out of that awkward moment.

We all were in separate cars, so we drove in a sort of convoy home. Three cars at once was more traffic then my otherwise empty street had ever seen. We pulled into the driveway one by one and then crowded into the house. We kicked off our shoes and I put my work bag down in its usual spot on the ledge by the front door. Emily brought in a stuffed overnight bag. This time she was completely prepared for spending the weekend with us. I went into the bedroom to quickly change out of my suit, putting on a t-shirt and jeans. I plopped down in my usual spot in the recliner. Lisa sat on one end of the sofa. Emily sat on the other end of the sofa. I looked at Lisa. Lisa looked at me. I looked at Emily. Emily grinned at me. Lisa and Emily were looking at each other. The wild sex was going to start any moment now...

Nothing was happening. We all seemed to know what we wanted, but nobody seemed to know how to go about making it happen. Last weekend's sexual adventures were a result of years of pent up sexual tension, anger and jealousy and passion. We had worked through all of those issues, it seemed. We all wanted to have sex again, but we needed a catalyst...

"Did Lisa tell you that we'd been texting?" Emily suddenly asked me.

I glanced at Lisa. She met my eye almost defiantly. "No," I said.

"It's been an... interesting conversation," Emily said. She was pulling her phone out of her slacks, and I felt a little rush of anxiety. She probably still had that picture I sent her of my cock on there. What if Lisa saw it? "Come see," Emily said, patting the spot beside her on the sofa. I warily stood up and moved beside her. Emily held up her phone so that I could see her conversation. I didn't have to look too hard to see there were photos attached. Dirty photos. Breasts and vaginas. The name at the top said 'Lisa.'

"You guys have been sexting each other?" I asked incredulously. I was starting to focus on individual things in front of me. I saw Emily's shaved pussy. In fact, she sent Lisa the exact same photo she had sent me on Tuesday. I had looked at it enough times to recognize it anywhere. I saw a picture of Lisa wearing the lingerie she had worn for me on Monday, a full mirror selfie. Then I saw a different pussy. With its hairy brown bush I knew it belonged to Lisa. I turned to Lisa, shocked. She stared back at me, smiling enigmatically. "You've been doing this behind my back?" I blurted out.

"Big deal," Lisa said, "You've been doing it too." I turned back to Emily. She had scrolled the phone and now there was a picture of a cock there. My cock. It was still her conversation with Lisa.

"You sent that picture to Lisa?" I almost shouted. Emily shrugged. I turned to Lisa again.

"You never send me pictures of your penis," Lisa pouted. It barely registered with me that she wasn't angry. She was mocking me.

I was so disoriented at that point I didn't know what to say. "But..." I started to say, and then thought better of what I was going to say. "You..." I started to say... "A week ago... you would've been angry... I don't understand!"

"It's okay Joe," Emily was saying beside me.

"Maybe it's not okay, okay?" I was still shouting. "All these years Lisa was this... this... demure little housewife... and then you come along and suddenly it's... threesomes... and lesbians... and sexting... I don't understand!"

"But it's what you wanted, isn't it?" It was Lisa talking.

"Yeah... but... you were never like this for me! Why during all these years didn't you ever want to try new things with me? I was so frustrated, and you didn't care! And now... and now... you'll do just about anything... and I'm just supposed to say lucky me and go with it... but you know... maybe I should stop and ask why... why now?" I looked at Lisa, and then I looked at Emily. Neither of them answered me. "Fuck this," I shouted, and then I stormed out of the living room and into the master bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

I stood in the bedroom, breathing heavily. I felt so angry at Lisa. Why did she resist my efforts all these years? She was a lesbian, I was sure of it. She was just going through the motions of her marriage with me. She was using me to get to Emily just as much as Emily was using Lisa to get to me. What would they call me, a cuckold? Yeah, that's what I was, a cuckold. We had a sham marriage and all this time Lisa had been waiting for her chance to bring a woman into bed with us. She was so clever; she made it seem like an accident. Like she didn't really want it, and she had to be talked into it, coerced.

A few minutes passed with me stewing in the bedroom, and then there was a knock on the door. "Joe?" It was Lisa.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"Joe, come outside and let's talk about it," Lisa said.

"I don't want to!" I shouted, and I sounded like a brat, even to myself.

I heard the door handle jiggle, and then the door opened. I didn't lock it behind me. Emily entered, alone, although before she closed the door behind her I could see Lisa standing a few paces behind her in the hallway.

"Dude," Emily said.

"Dude," I mumbled.

"What's eating you?" Emily asked.

"I don't know," I mumbled, "It's just... you... and her... I mean... where was this woman all along? Why couldn't she have been like this all along?"

"Okay," Emily said, "Think about this. Would you have married Lisa if you knew she had a lesbian past?"

"Yeah!" I said. "I think so... if she had told me about it from the beginning and I knew that she was committed to me."

"Do you think that Lisa's cheating on you now?" Emily asked.

"No!" I said. I looked at Emily. "How can you call this cheating? We're all sleeping with each other."

"But you weren't expecting Lisa to want to do this," Emily said, and she paused. "Do you remember when we watched Wild Things?" She eventually asked.

"Yeah..." I said slowly. There was a threesome in that movie. Denise Richards. Neve Campbell. And... the guy.

"I remember you said that if you ever found yourself in a threesome you'd consider yourself the luckiest guy in the world," Emily said.

"Yeah," I said again, remembering my 18 year old self that watched that movie with Emily on her living room couch, trying to hide his erection from her. He wouldn't be questioning anything that resulted in him having sex with Emily, or Lisa for that matter, but especially not both of them together. "So..." I started to say.




My Best Friend Emily Ch. 04



Emily suddenly turned and slapped me in the face. Not too hard, but it still stung, and I felt tears in the corner of my eyes. "Snap out of it!" Emily shouted, and then she laughed.

"I really am sorry Joe," I heard Lisa say. She had come into the bedroom at some point and was standing beside Emily when my vision cleared. "I was so wrapped up in my own misery, denying that part of myself. I wasn't a good wife, and I wasn't a good lover. I can't go back and fix those years, but I can promise you that things will be different from here on out."

"If you take your head out of your vagina," Emily added.

"Very funny," I said to Emily. I was staring at Lisa. Her speech moved me. "I promise to be a better husband too," I said, "I won't look at porn anymore."

"Well, that's one of the things I was going to talk to you about," Lisa said. "I know I always told you I found porn to be disgusting, but the truth is I'm kind of... curious about what you look at to get off."

I was staring at Lisa. "Who are you and what did you do to my wife?" I asked.

Lisa laughed. "I'm serious. Talking with Emily has opened my mind to a lot of things, like sexuality. I want to know what turns you on, what makes you tick."

I turned to Emily. "You know I'm in," she said without hesitation.

I turned back to Lisa, still incredulous. "You want to watch porn with me?" I asked.

"Sure, why not?" Lisa replied.

"It'll help to get us back in the mood," Emily added.

I had a weird feeling in my gut. Was I worried about what they might see? I could remember almost fondly my first forays into online pornography, years before I met Lisa, when I was young and single and horny. At first it was stimulating enough just to see naked women. To see thumbnails of bare breasts and pussies and watch softcore pornography like you would catch on a cable channel late at night if you were lucky. It was all I needed to get hard, to stimulate my mind, to give me enough erotic imagery to jerk off to, but as the years went on I started to get desensitized to the 'soft' porn and had to start looking for kinkier and kinkier videos to get off to. Do I even dare to show them the type of things that I looked at these days? I looked at Lisa and Emily again. They looked, well, eager. I decided I could show them some of the more basic types of things that I looked at. I took a deep breath. "Okay," I finally said, and I slowly stood up and led them both into the spare bedroom where I kept my laptop. I plopped down into my cushy desk chair and Lisa and Emily both sat on the spare bed behind me. I booted up the laptop and sat there staring at it, feeling the butterflies in my stomach.

Once the laptop was up and running I opened one of the free video sites. I cleared my throat. "Here is where I usually go first," I said, like I was taking them on a tour of my favorite museum, "They usually have a good selection of videos."

"What do you usually look for?" Emily asked behind me.

I hesitated. What of the things that I usually watch would they find the least offensive? "Well... primarily," I said, "I like to watch women masturbating." I paused, waiting for a reaction from behind me. Neither of them spoke. I typed 'female masturbation' into the search box. There were pages of hits. I narrowed it down to the past week and there were still pages of hits. I started to scroll through them, and on the second page, I found a ten minute video of a lithe brunette on a bed with a dildo titled 'horny hottie dildo squirts.' 

"This looks like a good one here," I said, and I turned to look behind me. Emily and Lisa were both leaning forward on the bed, trying to get a good look at the screen. 

"Go on, let's watch it," Emily said.

I took another deep breath, and then I clicked on the video, closed the ensuing popup, and made the video full screen. The video started playing. The woman was lying on the bed, scantily clad a white bra and panties set. The video was obviously professionally done. I could see she was talking to the camera.

"I can't hear anything," Emily said.

"That's because I usually watch with the sound off," I replied, "Not to... umm... be heard."

"Well, no need to hide it now," Emily said, "Crank it up!"

I clicked up the volume of the laptop. "...do you want to see my tits?" The woman was saying, reaching behind herself to undo her bra. She tossed it aside as the camera zoomed in on her full firm breasts. She sat up, propping herself up with one arm while fondling her nipple with her other hand. 

"Soo..." Lisa was talking, "You just sit here and jerk off?"

"Well, yeah," I said, "You find something that turns you on, and you get off to it."

"How often did... do you do it?" Lisa asked.

"I don't know," I said, "Two or three times a week on average. It depends on how horny I am and how much sex we're having, and whether or not I'm up early enough. Sometimes I'd be in here almost every day and sometimes a week or more would go by." I took another deep breath, thinking that I had jerked off only Wednesday morning, but I didn't come in here to watch porn first. "I haven't watched porn in over a week," I added. I was finding it easy to talk about my masturbation habits, after all. The question was, how would Lisa react to hearing it?

"So, you came in here to jerk off whenever you felt you needed to?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah, whenever I felt the urge," I said, and I paused, thinking of the right way to ask the next question. "What do you do when you feel the need for sexual release?"

"Well, as long as you're around, I get you to fuck me," Lisa said, and I heard Emily cackle with laughter. "I guess you couldn't always say the same about me," Lisa added.

"You were never horny in the morning either," I mumbled, and I turned my attention back to the video. The woman was pulling her panties over her hips and down her legs. She tossed them aside, and now she was completely naked. The camera zoomed in on her shaved pussy. Despite the awkwardness of watching the video with Emily and Lisa behind me, I could feel my dick start to get hard.

"Do you prefer that?" I heard Lisa ask, and I turned to peer at her out of the corner of my eye. "You know, shaved?" She stole a glance at Emily.

"No," I said, "I really don't mind either way. Of course Emily is the first woman I was with that was shaved. In porn everybody is shaved nowadays. If you want to see a hairy vagina you have to watch videos from the 80's." I heard Emily laugh behind me.

The woman was touching herself now. We were getting a close up view of her manicured fingers sliding along her clitoris and through the folds of her pussy. "Mmm, I'm getting wet," I heard the woman moan.

"I'm getting wet too," I heard behind me. It was Emily talking. I whirled around to see that she had spread her legs. Her hand was between her legs, making light circles on her crotch over her slacks. I glanced at Lisa. She was staring at Emily's crotch. "Are you hard?" Emily asked me.

I was. Almost unconsciously I placed my hand in my crotch, feeling my erection against my jeans. I started to idly run my thumb along my erection. I wasn't a 'whip it out and beat it' kind of guy at times like these. Besides, rubbing myself through my clothes took longer, and the longer it takes to reach orgasm, the better they are when you get there.

"I want to see," Emily said softly, and I swiveled my chair, leaving the video of the masturbating woman behind me and turned to face them. Emily was touching herself outside of her slacks. I was rubbing myself through my jeans. Lisa was now staring at my crotch. One of her hands was running idly across her blouse. I saw her trace the underside of her breast, and then reach for the top button of her blouse. She began to slowly undo the buttons. She undid two buttons and slid her hand inside her blouse, and I watched her fingers move under the blouse to where her nipple would be. We made eye contact, and stared at each other for the longest time, me with my hand on my crotch and Lisa with her hand on her breast. It had been a long time since I felt this close to Lisa.

I was distracted by movement beside Lisa. Emily was wriggling out of her slacks. She paused when she saw me watching her. "These are too tight to fit my hand in," she said, and finished pulling them off of her legs. She was wearing a pair of lacy yellow panties. Even in the dimly lit bedroom, I could see the wet spot where it covered her pussy. "Nice dildo," I heard Emily say, and I realized that she was looking past me at the video. I turned around to see. The woman now had a pink bullet-shaped dildo in her hand, and she was rubbing it up against her pussy. Her entire crotch was glistening, either from lube or her own arousal. Her hips were moving against the dildo, and she turned her wrist and slid it into the small pink opening. I felt my hard cock jump as I watched her pussy swallow the dildo. The woman gasped.

"No, no, just watch," I heard Emily say behind me, and I whirled around again. Lisa had reached over and started to unbutton Emily's blouse. "Undress yourself," Emily said, playfully swatting Lisa's hand away, "No touching anybody else right now."

With a 'humph' Lisa pulled her hand away and continued unbuttoning her own blouse. A loud moan caused me to turn back around to the video. The woman was moving the dildo in and out of her with one hand, and her other hand was working her clit. She suddenly pulled the dildo out of her pussy and a jet of clear liquid shot out of her pussy and splashed against the camera.

"Wow, is that what I look like?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah," Emily and I said in unison, having watched Lisa masturbate to a squirting orgasm only days ago. 

The video we were watching ended. I minimized the screen and turned around, thinking that we were all fairly well turned on by the porn, and ready to get going with the sex. Emily had other ideas. "Ooh," she said. She was looking at the 'other videos you might like' that come up at the end of a video. "I want to watch those two." I peered at the screen. This one was two women up against each other and titled 'wet panties trib.' I clicked on the video and maximized it. There were two women on a bed this time. It faded in on a side view of the women lying together, a blonde on top of a brunette, naked breasts crushed together. They were only wearing white cotton panties. They were kissing each other hungrily as their hips moved. The sounds of their kissing and soft moans filled my spare bedroom.

"That's hot," I heard Lisa say behind me, and I turned around to peek at her. She had taken her blouse off, and she was reaching behind herself to undo her bra. I saw it come undone and she pulled it off of her, her full C cup breasts coming free. 

I was ready to jump out of my chair and attack my wife when Emily spoke. "Wow, they weren't kidding," she said, and I turned to face the screen again. The view of the two women had changed. We were now watching them from behind, a view of the blonde's rear as she ground herself into the brunette's crotch. I could immediately see what Emily was talking about, as the camera continued to zoom in towards the crotches of the women's panties. They were soaked, huge wet spots visible in the white cotton of their crotches. They continued to rub their crotches together and moan.

"Okay, we're trying that," Emily said, and I turned to look at her. She was just pulling off her blouse and reaching behind herself to undo her white lace bra. That quickly fell away too, leaving her in only her lacy yellow thong. She moved across the bed to Lisa and kissed her, gently pushing her backward onto the bed. Emily fell against Lisa, doing her best to line up her body against Lisa's despite the five inch height difference. "Joe," Emily said in between kisses, "Get Lisa's skirt off."

I abandoned the lesbians on my laptop and moved to the lesbians on the bed. I had to reach under Emily to undo Lisa's skirt, and I made a point of rubbing my arm along Emily's crotch as I did so. I saw her jerk her hips and she giggled. I got Lisa's skirt free and pulled them down her legs. She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties not unlike the ones in the video, and just like in the video, a damp spot was visible. I even had a similar vantage point, as Emily intertwined her bare legs with Lisa and pressed her crotch against her. She began to rub her pubic area back and forth. I heard Emily grunt.

I watched them for a while, mesmerized by the sight of their panty-clad crotches rubbing together. I remembered something that I had heard a while back, and felt compelled to ask about it. "I remember hearing somewhere that tribbing doesn't actually do anything for a woman," I said.

"Really?" Emily said. She let out a little grunt as she thrust herself against Lisa. "Where did you hear that?"

"From a porn star, I think," I said, "On a show I watched once. She called it useless rubbing pussies together."

"To each their own, I guess," Emily replied. Emily grunted again. I heard Lisa gasp softly. "Let me ask you a question," Emily said, "Do you and Lisa ever dry hump?"

"Well yeah," I said, "We did it a lot early on in our relationship. It was kind of safe sex, in a way."

"It's the same premise," Emily said, "Just friction against your erogenous zones. Not everybody cares for it, I guess. What do you think Lisa?"

"I like it just fine," Lisa said, "But I think I'm ready to lose the panties."

"Me too," Emily said, "Joe, would you do the honors?"

I climbed up onto the bed between their outstretched, intertwined legs. I took hold of Lisa's panties first, trying to pull them over her shapely hips and rear. Lisa managed to thrust her hips in the air, lifting Emily along with her. Emily gave a whoop as I quickly pulled Lisa's panties free and she fell back against the bed, Emily against her. I tossed Lisa's panties aside, and took hold of Emily's. It was much easier to pull hers off and down her legs. Now they were both completely naked. I watched them bring their crotches back together.

"Mmm..." I heard Lisa mumble, "It's better naked."

"Your bush is tickling my clit," Emily said, and they both giggled.

My viewpoint was much more explicit now. I could see Lisa's gaping pussy, her prominent lips protruding from her pussy under her thick bush of pubic hair. I could see Emily's puckered asshole as her toned butt cheeks clenched and unclenched with each thrust against Lisa. The tribbing went on for another minute or two, Lisa and Emily both gasping and grunting and moaning and they pressed and rubbed their naked pussies against each other.

Emily eventually stole a glance at me. "Why are you still dressed?" She asked me.

"I dunno," I mumbled. Nobody asked me before. I started to undress even as Emily commanded me to strip, pulling my t-shirt over my head and undoing my jeans and pulling them off of me, followed by my boxers. My hard cock sprang free, all seven inches engorged and ready for action. I stood there naked beside the bed. Was I supposed to jump in now? The voyeur in me was enjoying the show, but the sight of the two naked pussies in front of me left my cock tingling at the thought of plunging into one or both of them.

Emily noticed that I was still standing there. "Okay, here's what I want," she said. She sounded exasperated, like I should know exactly what to do in situations just like this. "I want you to fuck Lisa just like this."

That sounded easy enough, I thought. I climbed back onto the bed in between their legs and... waited for Emily to move. She didn't move.

"No," Emily said, looking over her shoulder at me. "Just like this."

"Ohhh," I said, and I scooted closer. Would this work? I thought to myself. No, the angle was all wrong. With Emily in the way, there was no way I could get myself into Lisa. I stared at the two of them like I was a mathematician or an engineer, trying to find a solution to a geometric problem. After several seconds I formed a plan. "I require... a pillow," I said. Emily grabbed a pillow that was by their heads and tossed it back to me. I lightly slapped Lisa's bare thigh. "Up," I commanded, and she obligingly lifted her rear again, taking Emily into the air with her. I slid the pillow underneath, and now her pussy was a foot higher in the air. I was able to line myself up with her in a kneeling position. I inched up to Lisa and prepared to work my way into her, and found myself sliding right in. I was surprised both by how wet she was and how easy it was to enter her from this angle. I heard Lisa gasp as I buried my hard cock in her pussy. I started to work my hips back and forth. It felt more like doggie style than missionary sex.

"Yeah, fuck her," Emily said. Lisa had begun to move her hips in unison to my thrusts, and Emily lying on top of her was kind of going along for the ride. Emily scooted backwards until I felt her bottom bump against me. She was grinding her crotch against Lisa. I grabbed hold of Emily's small, firm buttocks and started kneading them. Emily responded with a moan and started grinding herself even harder. Emily had her hands on Lisa's breasts and was kneading and kissing them.

I started to move my hands down Emily's buttocks to where her pussy was. I ran my thumbs along the sensitive skin between her asshole and her pussy, down further until I felt her slick pussy lips. I had a sudden flash of inspiration, and took a moment to plan. After a deep thrust into Lisa, I pulled completely out of her, aiming my cock at Emily's pussy and thrusting into her, barely missing a beat. I heard Emily shout in surprise as I buried my cock into her pussy and resumed my thrusting.

"Oh my God," I heard Emily moan as I fucked her for several long thrusts. Just as quickly as I entered her I pulled back out of her and slid myself back into Lisa's pussy. I slid myself in all the way to the hilt, feeling the tip of my cock press against her cervix. I held myself there, wriggling my cock deep within her. Lisa responded by bucking her hips and flexing her inner muscles, milking me. I knew that Lisa was close to an orgasm, and within seconds I heard her grunt and felt a rush of fluid as she orgasmed. I started thrusting in and out of her until her orgasm subsided, and then I pulled back out of her and into Emily's pussy. 

"Yeah," Emily moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me hard." I realized she was close to orgasm too. She was grinding her crotch down against Lisa even as I thrust in and out of her. Her hips started shaking. "Oh my God, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," she started to pant as her orgasm hit, writhing and squirming against my wife. Emily's orgasm stretched on for fifteen seconds. Finally she was still.

"Oh my God," Emily mumbled, "I love being the meat in this sandwich." We all started laughing. "Joe, did you cum yet?" Emily asked.

"No, but I have an idea," I said. The truth was I was very close. I had no idea how I didn't come along with either Lisa or Emily. My cock was tingling and I knew it wouldn't take much stimulation. I pulled out of Emily and fell back on my haunches for a moment. I pressed forward again and slid my cock along Lisa's pussy, making her hips jerk. I took hold of Emily's buttocks and gently pressed her down until her crotch pressed against the top side of my cock. I gave my cock a tentative thrust, feeling myself slide between the two pussies. This'll do, I thought to myself, and began to thrust myself back and forth between them. Lisa and Emily quickly caught on and began squirming against my cock, or maybe the friction was turning them both on again. "Talk about the meat in a sandwich," Emily mumbled.

It took me less than a minute to reach orgasm, and I grunted loudly as I came, feeling my cum shoot out somewhere between their bodies. I hadn't cum since I jerked off Wednesday morning, and I felt three days of pent up sexual tension melt away as the orgasm washed over me. As I came back to my senses I heard Lisa sputtering, and I managed to look around Emily to see that the first spurt of my cum had shot clear across their bodies and hit Lisa in the chin. Emily started laughing hysterically and I joined her.




My Best Friend Emily Ch. 04



Lisa was struggling to get out from under us. I guess that one thing that Lisa hadn't embraced in her sudden sexual liberation was semen. "Guys," she said, "Let me up."

I pulled back and away from them. Emily slowly climbed off and away from Lisa as well. Lisa scrambled off the bed and to her feet. Cum was hanging from her chin and she swiped at it with her hand in disgust. "Ugh," Lisa said, as she was staring at the cum now sticking to her hand. I could see a trail of cum along her chest and belly as well.

Emily was kneeling beside me on the bed. She reached down to my still erect penis, which had a glob of cum still hanging off of it. She wiped me clean with her fingers. "Lisa," Emily said.

"What?" Lisa replied.

Emily said nothing. She slowly raised the hand with the remainder of my cum on it to her lips, placing it in her mouth, and sucking her fingers clean. I glanced at Lisa, who was staring at Emily, looking absolutely horrified.

Emily took her fingers out of her mouth, and adopted her best Yoda voice. "Much to learn, you still have, my young paduan," she said.

Lisa spun on her heel and stormed out of the room. I rounded on Emily as soon as Lisa disappeared. "You never know when to quit, do you?" I said harshly, and left a stunned Emily to go after Lisa.

I found Lisa in the master bathroom, washing her hands and face at one of the 'his and her' sinks. "Lisa..." I started to say.

"Go away," Lisa snapped.

I stayed in the doorway. What was I supposed to say to her anyway? I was never good at making Lisa feel better. Usually when she was mad I left her alone and let her get over it on her own. "It's okay if you don't like that," I said, "Not everybody has to be into... everything."

Lisa ignored me. She was scrubbing her torso with soap now, trying to get my cum off of her.

"Lisa," I said again, "Come on." Lisa was still ignoring me. She finished cleaning herself up. She turned off the sink and started drying herself with a towel. 

Finally Lisa spoke, but unfortunately it was a Gollum mumble. "They think they can turn me into some kind of cum slut," she mumbled to nobody. I saw her eyes narrow at something behind me. I turned around. Emily was standing a few steps behind me. Suddenly Lisa rushed past me and charged at Emily. She came at her, arms flailing, trying to slap at any part of Emily she could reach. Emily was so startled by the sudden onslaught she basically threw her arms over her head and turtled. This wasn't like the mud fight or the food fight from the previous weekend. This wasn't funny or sexy or erotic. Something snapped in Lisa. She was really trying to hurt Emily. 

I stepped in quickly. I rushed over and grabbed Lisa around the waist before she could get more than a few wild slaps in. I pulled Lisa away from Emily with an enormous effort. She was usually easy to overpower, but she was in some kind of berserker rage, and I had to dig my bare feet into the carpet to stop her from pushing me backward. She continued to struggle furiously against me. "Let me go!" Lisa screamed.

"What the fuck?" I heard Emily say behind me.

I was too busy trying to keep Lisa contained. It was made a little more difficult by the fact that I was naked, and I was trying to keep my dick away from my flailing wife. I was eventually able to wrap my arms around her and found myself basically wrestling her to the ground. She landed on her back and I landed on top of her. I quickly pinned her arms over her head. Lisa still struggled furiously to get free, trying to twist her body from side to side and bucking her hips and kicking her legs in the air to try to throw me off of her. 

Then one of her hip thrusts basically brought her pussy right up onto my penis. I wasn't paying any attention to my arousal, but apparently I was at least semi-hard, and to everybody's shock I found myself inside of her.

Lisa was suddenly still and glaring at me. "What are you doing, Joe?" She asked, and for some reason she reminded me of the computer from 2001, and I had to stifle laughter despite the situation.

I wasn't sure what I was doing, but it stopped Lisa from struggling. Biology was taking over, and I was growing fully hard inside Lisa. It was an odd sensation. I was horny most of the time and was usually hard just anticipating sex. I wasn't sure if I ever entered Lisa without being fully erect before. I felt Lisa squirm beneath me, feeling my erection grow to fill her. My cock tingled, and my hips jerked involuntarily, thrusting fully into her. Lisa threw her legs around my butt. 

Suddenly I was fucking Lisa with abandon, thrusting in and out of her on the bedroom floor. It was probably the wrong thing to do at that moment, but it stopped Lisa from trying to get away from me and back at Emily. I knew I could go on for a while until I had another orgasm. After that, well, then we'd have to deal with what just happened. 

"Mmm... ahhh..." Lisa was moaning. She was rarely vocal when we had sex. She must have been really aroused. "Yeah," she gasped. I could feel her rotating her hips, trying to get stimulation on her G spot. Usually I would stop thrusting and let Lisa roll her hips and stimulate herself, but this time I just kept thrusting into her. I was too angry at her to let her please herself. Suddenly Lisa lifted her butt off the ground, causing me to thrust upward where her G spot was. Lisa locked her legs around me in a vice grip and started bucking her hips. She was orgasming, grunting and thrashing against the floor. I continued to thrust against her as I felt a rush of fluid turn her pussy into a water slide. Lisa collapsed to the floor, exhausted. I fell against her, still thrusting in and out of her slowly, enjoying the post-orgasmic feel of her pussy.

"Wow," I heard a voice from somewhere around me. I had almost forgotten Emily was even there. "You really fucked her into submission."

I turned my head to follow the sound of her voice. She was standing beside us. One hand was cupping her small breast, and her other hand was between her legs. She was obviously enjoying the show. I looked at Lisa. She didn't look angry anymore. She wasn't even looking at Emily. She was staring up at the ceiling, her chest heaving.

"I'll tell you one thing, you crazy bitch, since you love eating pussy so much," Emily said, "There isn't much difference between male and female ejaculation, besides sperm."

I had raised myself so that I was propped up on my arms. I was looking at Emily, but I was still tensed to deal with Lisa if she made any sort of move. She was silently glaring at Emily.

Emily wasn't done with her lecture. "I don't know where all of that anger comes from, babe," she continued, "But you need to get over yourself. You told me yourself that this is more than you could ever hope for, having a wonderful husband and a female lover. You need to stop flipping out every time something doesn't go your way. Joe was right. You're not going to be into everything. You're not going to become as sexually liberated as I am overnight."

"It's not that," Lisa said quietly.

"What is it, then?" Emily asked.

"I hate Star Wars," Lisa mumbled. "I'm a Lord of The Rings girl."

"What?" Emily shouted, and then she burst out laughing. I started laughing too. Under the circumstances, that might have been the funniest thing that Lisa ever said. I felt Lisa's body trembling under me. Lisa was laughing too, doing her silent chuckle.

"That was it?" Emily eventually said, "You went fucking insane because I imitated fucking Yoda? If I said it like fucking Gandalf you wouldn't have fucking attacked me?"

"No," Lisa said, "I'm sorry, you're right. I hated the idea that you were eating my husband's cum and it's something I wouldn't do. I snapped. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"You're damn right it won't happen again," Emily said, and for a moment I was afraid that Emily was going to say she was done with the whole thing. "I think what you need is to be taught a lesson." I peered up from the floor to look at Emily. She had a mischievous gleam in her eye.

"A lesson?" Lisa asked. She sounded scared. "What do you mean?"

"You should know what a lesson is, you're the teacher," Emily said, and she moved until she was standing over Lisa's head, looming over both of us. Her bald pussy was right in front of my face, and then she turned around, and I was staring at her bottom. Emily suddenly fell to her knees, lowering her crotch right over Lisa's face. "I'm going to teach you to love cum. You're going to be my cum slut. You can start by licking my pussy," Emily said. "We all know you love it."

From the sound of the big slurp I heard, Lisa went right to work. Female ejaculation wasn't the problem. Lisa already declared her love for eating pussy. I watched Lisa place her hands against Emily's butt cheeks to keep her in place. What do I do now? Do I fuck Lisa? Do I watch? I had lost my erection and slipped out of Lisa at some point, but I felt myself grow hard again. 

It turned out Emily had plans for me too. "Joe," she said, "Front and center," Emily pointed right in front of herself to emphasize where she wanted me. I obligingly scrambled to my feet and moved until I was standing in front of Emily. She reached out and grabbed my cock with her hand and used it to pull me closer to her. I realized she was intent on giving me a blow job. As it turned out my cock was pointed more at her breasts than her face, so she had to lean forward a little to get her mouth on me in her kneeling position, but soon she was sucking my cock even as she continued to ride Lisa's face.

The bedroom was suddenly silent. Lisa and Emily both had their mouths full. Occasionally there would be the sound of Lisa slurping Emily's pussy, or Emily sucking my cock. A few times Emily paused to moan. For my part, I tried not to think about how crazy Lisa just went and enjoy my blow job. There would be time to worry about the consequences later, I figured.

I lost track of time. I had already gotten used to Emily's blow jobs, and I could tell that this was the slow version. She had a hand around the base of my cock, and her head bobbed up and down on the tip of my penis. At one point she reached back to cup my balls and I stopped her.

"What?" Emily asked, taking her mouth off of my penis and looking up at me with her green eyes.

"I don't like that," I said, "Having my balls played with."

"Really?" Emily said. "Why?"

"I don't know," I said, "I always felt like it was weird, the few times anybody ever tried," I added, and felt my cheeks flush. I belatedly realized what I had just said sounded like. Lisa never tried to play with my balls, and with the way things were going I was sure that she took it as another shot at her prudishness. I looked down to where Lisa's head was between Emily's thighs. I could see her glaring at me. Oh brother, I thought, and tried not to roll my eyes.

Emily was already talking before I could think of something to say to Lisa. "What do you mean weird?" She asked.

"I don't know," I said again, "I definitely don't get any pleasure from it." I hoped that would be enough to get Emily off the topic.

"Oh, okay," Emily said, "If you don't enjoy it there's no point in doing it, right?"

"Right," I said, and to my relief Emily resumed the blow job, ending the conversation. I looked down at Lisa again. She was still glaring at me. Our eyes met, and I tried to convey my apologies wordlessly to her. Whether she got the message or not, she closed her eyes and attacked Emily's pussy with renewed vigor.

After a couple more minutes, Emily started moaning, and I realized that she was nearing orgasm. She took her mouth off of my cock and started roughly jerking me off with her hand. I looked down at her. Her whole body was shaking. "Oh my God," she moaned, "Lick it, lick my pussy. Suck my clit. Mmm that feels so good. I'm gonna cum... oh oh oh OH!" Emily shouted as her orgasm hit her. She forgot about me altogether. She thrust her hips in the air and started rubbing her clit with the hand she was just jerking me off with. She grunted and brought her crotch back down on Lisa's face. She rolled her hips back and forth a few times, smearing Lisa's face with her juices. Her hips jerked again, and she made a move like she was going to climb off of Lisa, and ended up toppling over on her side, her hand still between her legs. "Oh my God," Emily mumbled, "That was amazing."

I was watching Emily, bemused by her post-orgasmic bliss, when I sensed movement out of the corner of my eye. Lisa was moving to a sitting position. I tensed. I had no idea what she was going to do next. To my surprise she moved to her knees and over to me, right where Emily was just kneeling. She grabbed my cock roughly and pulled me into her mouth. She started sucking on my cock, her cheeks hollowing with the suction. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock. She took her mouth off of it and pulled my cock straight up in the air, sticking out her tongue. She gave the underside of my cock a long lick, pausing at the tip of my penis to tickle it with her tongue. I felt my hips jerk with the sensations and felt the familiar tingling of an orgasm on approach. Where in the hell did Lisa learn how to do this? She must have been paying attention to Emily last weekend. 

Lisa pulled me back into her mouth, and I felt her taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. She was trying to deep throat me, something she had probably never tried in her life. I could feel her start to gag as I reached the back of her throat, and she pulled me out of her mouth, only to try again a few seconds later. This time she managed to bring her lips all the way to the base of my cock, all seven inches (and maybe more, I was so turned on) inside her mouth.

The sensation was just too much for me, and I felt my orgasm start. I couldn't resist grabbing at the hair at the back of Lisa's head as my hips jerked and I tried to fuck her mouth. I felt the first spurt of cum shoot into her mouth. Despite Lisa's sudden bravado, she sputtered and coughed and tried to pull away. I was too distracted to let her. I had her by the hair and kept her mouth on me as I continued to spasm and cum into her mouth. I was vaguely aware that I was grunting and moaning, and my knees were going wobbly. I had to focus on keeping my balance.

As my orgasm subsided, I was aware that Lisa was sputtering and crying. I stared down at her in shock. Cum was dribbling from her lips. "Oh my God," Lisa cried, and broke down completely. She struggled to her feet and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I heard the click of the lock.

Emily and I were staring at each other. We were both shocked at what just happened. I spun and moved to the door. "Lisa," I called out, "Lisa, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. Please come outside."

"Leave me alone!" Lisa screamed.

"Lisa," Emily said, "It's okay. Please come outside and talk to us."

"Fuck off!" Lisa shouted.

Emily and I kept calling out to her, but she was ignoring us completely now. I heard water running, followed by the sound of Lisa brushing her teeth. I felt my shoulders slump. I looked at Emily.

"We should go get dressed," Emily said, and she led me to the spare bedroom. I pulled my clothes back on in silence. Emily was folding up her work clothes from before. She neatly folded Lisa's clothes as well. She pulled a tank top and a pair of shorts from the bag she brought and I watched her get dressed. I remembered that my laptop was still on, and I went to turn it off, waking it from sleep mode and shutting down the adult video website we were watching barely an hour ago.

Suddenly I heard the master bedroom door slam. "Shit!" I said as Emily and I rushed back across the hall. Lisa had come out of the bathroom, realized we weren't there, and now she locked us out of the bedroom too. I jiggled the door handle. "Lisa," I said, "Unlock the door."

"Go away!" Lisa shouted. "Go be with your cum slut."

"Lisa," I said, "You know I don't..." I started to say, and stopped. "Lisa, I love you."

"Just... just go away," I heard Lisa say more quietly. "Please leave me alone."

"Lisa..." Emily started to say, but Lisa cut her off.

"Both of you," Lisa snapped. "I don't care what you do without me, but I need to be alone right now.

Emily and I looked at each other. "If that's what you want," I said. Lisa didn't reply. Emily gave a little jerk of her head. I nodded, and we turned and wandered over to the living room. I plopped into my recliner and Emily sat on the sofa beside me. I noticed it was barely nine o'clock. It felt like much later. I grabbed the remote and turned on the Cards game. It was still in the sixth inning. I tried to relax and get into the ballgame.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Emily asked.

"What's there to talk about?" I said. "We pushed her too far. I went too far."

"Yeah, but her reaction," Emily said, and I noticed she was rubbing the side of her head.

"Did she hurt you?" I asked.

"A little," Emily said, "She got in one good shot before you grabbed her. Joe, people don't react like that. Lisa's crazy."

I turned to look at Emily again. She had called Lisa weird before but never crazy. "You're telling me you're scared of my wife?" I asked.

"I am now," Emily said. "Last week when we were fighting outside and in the kitchen, there was something different about that. She wasn't really trying to hurt me. She was trying to humiliate me, or dominate me. Tonight was different. She snapped."

"I had the same impression," I said, "But you still let her eat you out," I added.

Emily shrugged. "I always had lousy taste in sexual partners," Emily said, "You had a front row seat for that. I'm usually attracted to the wrong people, a sense of adventure, danger. Maybe I sensed that in Lisa all along. I mean maybe that's why we're all together now. This is a high-stakes, dangerous game we're playing. Your marriage, our friendship. I didn't think about it when it started last weekend, but I can see it now. Something's gotta give."

"You think I'm going to end up losing one of you?" I asked, and I forced out a chuckle. I tried to make it sound like I thought Emily was wrong, but with a pang of anxiety I realized she was right. In the end of this, somebody was going to get really hurt.

Who was it going to be?

*****

I hope you enjoyed the latest installment. I have my ideas about what direction the story is going to take, but as always, I appreciate any feedback.



My Best Friend Emily Ch. 05



Welcome to chapter five of this ongoing story. I have always tried to make my stories an exploration of sexuality, but I think this chapter takes things to a whole new level. There is a lot of straight sex, but there is also messy play, voyeurism, BDSM/role playing, and anal. Hopefully everybody can find something they like about this story. As always, any similarities to any people, places, situations, or anything you have seen or read before is a complete accident.




I didn't sleep well that night.

Emily and I watched the rest of the Cards game quietly. They lost. After it was over we went to bed. There was no more sex. Neither of us were in the mood. Before I went to bed I crept up to the door of the master bedroom. At first I heard nothing, but eventually I thought I heard the slow, calm breathing of Lisa when she was asleep.

"Come to bed with me," Emily said softly. Without a word I followed her into the spare bedroom. Emily climbed into bed, still wearing the tank top and shorts she had changed into. I quickly stripped out of my t-shirt and jeans and slipped into bed in my boxers. The spare bed was just a single and Emily and I had some trouble arranging ourselves until we got comfortable. We slept together in the bed last Saturday night, why was it so much harder to get comfortable this time? The last time we were exhausted, satisfied after great sex and snuggled up together. This time around we were both tense and anxious, trying to get comfortable but not too comfortable; worried that Lisa would come out of the bedroom in the middle of the night and... who knows?

Emily and I finally ended up lying back to back. I felt my butt brush up against her once or twice until we staked out our positions. "Goodnight," Emily mumbled, and I said the same. I listened to Emily for a while, trying to figure out from her breathing whether she was awake or asleep. Eventually I decided that she was asleep and rolled over onto my back. I stared up at the ceiling in the darkness.

Holy crap! What did I get myself into? I thought to myself. When this all started only a week ago I didn't think about potential consequences. Hell, could I have even stopped it if I wanted to? It was Emily that suggested the sharing, the threesome. Lisa was the one that agreed. My participation was tacit. Only an idiot would've said no, right? On the other hand maybe a wiser man would've thought it through. How would Lisa really react when she saw me with another woman? Especially Emily, my best friend for half of my life, who I harbored secret feelings for and wished I could've been with for as long as I could remember. Besides, Emily was right. Lisa was crazy. I never really was able to quite put it all together before. She was always weird. She was quirky. She liked to be by herself a lot. She talked to herself all the time. She enjoyed sex but she never wanted to try anything new, at least not with me. Suddenly Emily sets off this spark and she's having sex with me in the shower, on the living room floor, trying to deep throat me... ugh, why did I have to grab her hair? If I had just let her pull away from me, maybe she wouldn't have freaked out like that. I felt a rush of anger at myself, and forcefully rolled back over onto my side. I had forgotten I was next to Emily. I felt her stir, but she was still asleep.

And then there was Emily. What she had said to me a few hours ago stuck in my mind. 'I'm attracted to the wrong type of people, to adventure, danger' she had said. Was this even about me at all? Emily told me that she had spent years looking for a guy like me, but what if that wasn't entirely true? Was this all about some sort of weird attraction to Lisa, because she's crazy? Even though Emily was my best friend, she never really talked about her sex life with me. She always hinted at having a wild time in college but she never really gave details. What was in her past? Lesbian encounters? Threesomes? Gangbangs? What if she got off on stealing other people's boyfriends or husbands? Is that what was really going on here? I could suddenly see this playing out like some bad late-night soft-core B movie. Emily is some kind of black widow-type woman. She moves in on happily married couples, drives the woman crazy, and steals the man. Of course since it's a steamy fuck-all porno she seduces the woman too.

No, that was crazy, I thought to myself. Lisa and I weren't really happily married, and Emily hasn't said anything to me about wanting me all to herself, at least not yet. But that was one of the possibilities, wasn't it? What if somehow I end up with Emily? I guess it would be a dream come true, in a way. I could imagine a life filled with baseball, blow jobs, 80's movies, and wild, experimental sex...

I groaned. The grass is always greener on the other side, isn't it? Emily had bad qualities too. She had a knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. She could be just as unpredictable as Lisa sometimes, maybe not in that typical emotional way that I'd come to expect from Lisa that men associate with PMS, but she could be flighty, callous, and downright bitchy when she was in a bad mood, however rare Emily's bad moods were.

On the other hand, I thought, my mind jumping, what if Lisa confronts me in the morning and says either Emily goes or I go? Wouldn't I have to try to save my marriage? What would it be like if I had to push Emily out of my life in order to save my marriage, especially now?

I'm getting too far ahead of myself, I thought. I started to wonder how much of the night had already passed. Was I lying there thinking for an hour? More? I struggled again to get comfortable. I accidentally brushed against Emily. She made a little noise but I think she stayed asleep. On a whim, I turned so that I was right beside her, my face right by the back of her blonde head, the exposed skin of her neck. I watched her sleep for a while, letting her steady breathing calm me down. Finally I felt exhaustion taking over, and I rolled back over, eventually falling into a fitful sleep.

...I was coming out of a hazy dream, the details already forgotten. I rolled over onto my side and felt myself bump into something. Touch memory told me that I was up against a female body. My cock was up against her buttocks, already hard from morning wood. I brushed it against the soft flesh. It felt good. My cock tingled and I felt my hips jerk involuntarily, pressing myself into the soft flesh. I felt the soft flesh respond, pressing back against me. Our bodies started to shift together. I moved a little, she moved a little, until I was spooning her. I ground my erection against her buttocks again, and I felt her push back. I swung my right arm over her and pulled her closer to me. I heard a soft moan, and I now knew that it was Emily beside me, but I didn't care. I didn't know what time it was, or where Lisa was at that moment. All I cared about was the good feeling in my groin. My right hand went to Emily's breasts, fondling and squeezing her small breasts as I continued to grind my crotch into her. I heard her breathing get heavier as her arousal grew. I felt her shift her hips and press up against me harder, trying to get some stimulation on her erogenous zones as well. I slid my right hand down her belly and into her shorts, feeling her shaved pussy. Emily spread her legs and let me slide my fingers between her pussy lips, feeling her wetness and sliding it back along her clitoris. Emily moaned as I began to rub my middle finger along her hard clitoris, occasionally sliding it down her pussy lips and back up again. All the while I ground my crotch into her buttocks, my thrusts getting more insistent as my arousal grew.

"I want you inside me," I heard Emily moan softly, but I had no intention of fucking her just then. As a response I slid my fingers down along her pussy and penetrated her with two fingers. "Ohhh... yeah..." Emily gasped as I began to move my fingers in and out of her tight, wet hole. I had snaked my left arm underneath her, and I wrapped it around her, pulling her closer to me, cupping her breast firmly with my left hand.

I could feel Emily's hips start to shake. She was grunting and pushing her hips against my hand, trying to get my fingers deeper into her. I curled my fingers and I continued to move them in and out of her, searching for her G spot. Emily suddenly gave a loud grunt and her hips jerked. I held her tighter and started moving my fingers in and out of her as fast as I could go. Emily was orgasming. She buried her face in her pillow to stifle her grunts and squeals. I held on for dear life as she thrashed around on the bed. Ten, fifteen seconds went by. Finally I heard her give a contented sigh. She grabbed my right wrist firmly and pulled my hand away from her pussy. She spun suddenly, pushing me down onto my back, and she sat up on her knees at my side, pulling my boxers up and over my erection. She froze suddenly, staring towards the doorway, and I almost panicked, following her gaze. No, Lisa wasn't there. Emily had a faraway look and I knew that she was listening for any sign of her. I didn't hear anything, and Emily didn't either. She reached out and grabbed hold of my cock, giving it a few strokes. Her hand was dry. My cock was dry. The friction was a little uncomfortable. Emily seemed to guess that, and I saw her reach between her own legs, into her shorts. She closed her eyes as I watched her hand move. She pulled it back out, her hand slick with her own juices, and she used it to lubricate my cock. My cock jumped at the dirtiness of Emily using her own come as lubrication, and I felt the beginnings of my orgasm. I started bucking my hips in counterpoint to Emily's hand job, and in less than a minute I came, spurting cum into the air and covering Emily's hand and my groin. She kept stroking me until my spasms stopped and I had to pull her hand away before it got too sensitive.

Emily slid down beside me in bed, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Morning breath, I thought. She was contemplating the hand she just jerked me off with. Her thumb and forefinger were covered in cum. I watched her put first her thumb, then her forefinger into her mouth, and suck the cum off of her fingers. I watched her, fascinated by the sight.

When Emily spoke it was in a whisper. "I hope you didn't mind me using my own juices," she said, "One thing that always bothers me when I watch porn is the spitting. Women hocking huge globs of spit to lubricate things," Emily shuddered, "Really. Keep it in your mouth."

"No, I thought it was hot," I whispered back, "And I agree about the spitting." Emily had put her pointer finger back into her mouth, and I watched her continue to suck on her finger.

Emily noticed me staring at her, and took her finger out of her mouth. "Sorry," she whispered. "Cum is an acquired taste, but once you get a taste for it, you can't get enough." Emily maneuvered herself until her head was by my groin, and she proceeded to clean my penis with her tongue. I watched her work, using nothing but her tongue, cat-like, to clean the cum off of my penis and groin. My penis had gone flaccid after she had jerked me off, but the attention made it hard again. When Emily was done she climbed back up my body to bury her head in my neck, nuzzling me, with her hand running idly through my chest hair, and her leg draped across my thigh. I felt her groin, still covered by her shorts, press against my thigh.

Emily gave a contented sigh. "I wish we could just spend the whole day like this," she whispered. "Just kissing, licking, sucking, and exploring each other. Having sex until we both can hardly walk," she added with a giggle.

I was trying to figure out what time it was. It felt like the sun was just rising. It was 7, maybe 7:30am. For me that was late. I was usually up watching SportCenter already. I tried to remember what I heard about the weather for the day. It was supposed to be cloudy, rainy. Not a pleasant day. A good day to stay in bed and do exactly what Emily was describing. Thank goodness the Cards were on the road, I thought. It may not be raining in Cincinnati. Hopefully they can get the game in later.

Emily was still pressing her groin against my thigh. I felt her jerk her hips a few times in rapid succession and then sigh. "It feels so good in your arms," Emily whispered. "I wish I knew that..." 

I kept waiting for Emily to finish her thought, but she had trailed off. Curious, I tried to get her to finish her thought. "Knew what when?" I whispered.

Emily froze. She realized she said something she shouldn't have. "Forget it," Emily whispered, "Just forget I ever said it."

"No, really," I said, a little louder. "What?"

I heard Emily take a deep breath. "Really, just drop it," she said.

I knew what she was going to say. She was going to say that she realized now that she should've been with me all along. If she only knew ten or twelve years ago that she would have felt so good in my arms? Hah! I thought to myself. She never tried. Somewhere deep inside me eighteen year old me was furious. That part of me that held onto my deep feelings for Emily all these years, the part of me that hurt a little every time she told me about another guy, the part of me that felt betrayed when she went away to college and thought she was never coming back. Old wounds that I thought were healed when I met and married Lisa, only Lisa wasn't really my one true love, whatever that meant. If it was anyone, it was Emily. It was always Emily.

And she was going to start talking about how, oops; she should've realized she should have been with me all along? I felt a fury rising up inside me that I struggled to keep under control. You mean you should've gone to senior prom with me? Eighteen year old me was screaming, instead of Steve Johnson, and I had to listen to him fuck you in the next hotel room where I was sitting in the bathroom holding up Chrissy Tompkins' hair while she puked?

I rankled at the thought of Emily saying something like 'you're the guy I should really be with.' I'd heard it a couple of times in my freshman year of college, while Emily was off flunking out of NYU, before I met Lisa. I was everybody's friend Joe. I was honest, reliable Joe. Just like I did with Emily, I kept befriending the women I would rather have been dating. They would hook up with one guy or another, and it was always disastrous. "Oh Joe," they would say after they got dumped, and were crying about it on my shoulder, "You're the guy I should really be with." And I would think, really? You're going to say that to me now? You're an emotional mess. Say something like that to me when you really mean it. I suppose a weaker man probably would've taken advantage of them in those vulnerable moments, but I had too much respect for women. Damn my upbringing.

I realized my mind had been wandering for some time. Emily probably thought that I had just dropped it, and not that I was a roiling cauldron of anger. She was sliding her leg up my body, brushing her thigh along my erection. She had that faraway look again, trying to figure out where Lisa was. "Oh, fuck it," Emily mumbled, and she sat up, pulling her tank top over her head, and her shorts down her legs. Completely naked, she straddled me, taking my erection in her hand and guiding it into her pussy. I wasn't completely hard, so she slid down onto my cock easily. She placed her hands on my collarbone and started to move up and down on my cock.

I found myself glaring up at Emily. The word 'selfish' bubbled up to the forefront of my mind. Yeah, Emily was selfish. She wouldn't care about all those years that I wanted her. She wanted me now, and she probably destroyed my marriage in order to have me. It was always about what she wanted. And me, boring old reliable Joe, just glad to be with her Joe, went along with everything she ever said or wanted me to do. I felt anger welling up in me to the point that I realized my molars were grinding together.

Emily seemed oblivious to everything except for her own pleasure. She was moving up and down along my cock, her eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure she was giving herself. I waited until she had bottomed out on my cock and pulled herself back up, and then I thrust my hips back up into her. Hard. Emily's eyes flew open and she gasped. I pulled my hips back and thrust up into her again, burying my cock deep in her pussy. I was rarely aggressive in bed. I wasn't an angry person, and all during my marriage if I was ever in a bad mood Lisa usually kept her distance from me.

Emily was looking down at me expectantly. I watched her lips curl into a smile. "Go on," Emily said softly. "I like it rough."

Something inside of me snapped, and I found myself bucking my hips upwards as hard and fast as I could. Emily was bouncing up and down on top of me, basically holding on for dear life. I heard myself grunting and the bedsprings creaking. There was a slapping sound when our thighs crashed together. My mind wandered off to a random memory of a movie I had seen the previews for but never actually watched. Kathleen Turner was saying something like 'Do you like angry sex?' and Danny DeVito of all people replied 'Is there any other kind?' The War of the Roses, yeah, that's what that movie was called. I was in elementary school when that movie came out. That line was one of the first things I had ever heard about sex.

A sound snapped me back to reality. It was Emily. She was grunting, panting, moaning. My eyes wandered to the sight of her small breasts bouncing. I reached up and grabbed them roughly, pulling and twisting her breasts and pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. The rough treatment only seemed to egg Emily on more. She had gotten the hang of my frantic rhythm and was pushing back against me. She was whimpering now. "Oh... god... yeah..." she whispered, and her whole body tensed. She was orgasming. She froze and shuddered. I kept thrusting into her, even as she lost the rhythm of our fucking, her hips jerking randomly. After several seconds her orgasm subsided, and she sighed and made a move as though she was going to lie herself down against my body.

But I wasn't done with her. Not by a long shot. I grabbed her and all but threw her over, nearly right off the narrow spare bed. I rolled onto my side and pulled her back toward the middle of the bed, beneath me. I lowered myself onto her and quickly found her pussy with my cock, sliding back into her with one angry thrust. My face was mere inches above hers, and I realized I was glaring at her as I fucked her, my jaw clenched, sweat running down my forehead. I was thrusting into her as fast as I could get my hips to go. My penis was tingling but it was also sort of numb, and I knew that my next orgasm was still far off.

Emily was grinning at me. It only served to make me angrier. Holy shit, I was thinking to myself, I'm trying to take my anger out on her by fucking the shit out of her, and she's fucking enjoying it! Emily wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles together behind my butt. She pressed against me with each frantic thrust, trying to control the pace and drive me further into her. She was really turned on; her pussy was so slick I was sliding in and out of her with no friction at all. My dick was numb and getting very little sensation from her slick pussy. I could go on fucking her as long as my lower back could stand it. And I was starting to feel an ache, right in the small of my back.

I focused on Emily's face, watching her eyes as she stared past me to the ceiling, focused on the pleasure my thrusts were giving her. Her well-lubricated pussy was making little squelching noises now as I pistoned in and out of her. In order to ignore the ache in my back I let my mind wander. I started thinking about work. Did I submit the paperwork for the changes the Petersons wanted to make to their portfolio? I think so...




My Best Friend Emily Ch. 05



Emily cried out, and it snapped me back to reality. I thought that maybe I had hurt her, but it was a cry of pleasure. She was orgasming again. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she was panting, "Oh my god, fuck me, fuck me hard... I've never been fucked like this before... oh my god, I'm gonna come... I love you... oh my god... oh yeah... oh yeah... ohhhh," Emily moaned as she went over the edge. Her body went rigid, and then started jerking against me as I continued thrusting into her. Emily's eyes rolled back into her head, and for a moment I thought she was going to pass out. She didn't, though, her spasms stopped, and I watched her eyes as they met mine. She smiled.

I stopped thrusting. I wasn't enjoying myself. I was trying to take my anger and aggression out on Emily, and it kind of backfired on me. Emily was gasping for air. "Wow," she mumbled, "That was great." She paused to wipe at the sweat on my forehead. "Did you cum?" She asked.

"Yes," I lied. I wasn't interested in sex anymore. I didn't want to keep going, and I didn't want Emily trying to coax another orgasm out of me. Emily was looking at me curiously, and she looked like she was about to say something, and then she stopped. I suddenly felt silly. Did Emily believe me? Did I just get away with faking an orgasm? I guess men could get away with it too, I thought to myself, and found it hard to stay angry at Emily. I never could stay angry at people for long.

I noticed Emily looking toward the door again, and I could imagine that Lisa was standing there. That's the way the last week had gone, somebody was always walking in on the others at inopportune moments. I turned my head to look at the doorway. No, Lisa wasn't there. I turned to lock eyes with Emily, silently communicating with her. I rolled off of her and out of bed, tiptoeing to peer out into the hallway and feeling silly about it, considering how noisy our sex must have been. The master bedroom door was still closed. If Lisa heard anything she didn't come out and investigate. I turned back to Emily, who was still lying in bed with her legs splayed wide open, a hand feeling around her pussy. She was looking at me, and I guessed that she could tell that I didn't come inside her. I watched her eyes go to my crotch. My erection was gone. I had gone to a half-mast state that bounced up and down as I walked. 

"That was pretty great sex, huh?" Emily asked.

"Yeah," I said.

Emily was looking at me, like she was waiting for me to confess that I hated the sex or something. She knew I didn't cum. She must have been waiting for me to explain myself. I didn't want to. The moment had passed for me anyway. I got all of my anger and aggression out during the sex. "Well," she finally said, "I could really use a shower. Care to join me? You're a sweaty mess."

"You too, pal," I said.

Emily grinned and started climbing gingerly out of bed. Her feet hit the floor and she took a couple of tentative steps. "I'm a little sore," Emily said. "It's been a long time since anybody's done that to me."

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"Don't be sorry," Emily said, "It's totally worth it. That last orgasm was one of the best I ever had, and I'm a girl that knows her orgasms."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I let Emily lead me into the spare bathroom. The spare bathroom only had a standard sink and bathtub, unlike the master bathroom which featured his and her sinks, a small Jacuzzi, and a glass-enclosed stall shower. Emily turned on the shower, and then went to the sink to brush her teeth. She sure made herself at home, I thought.

Emily turned around and held her toothbrush out to me. "Want some?" She asked, her mouth full of toothpaste.

"Oh, umm," I started to say. I never used anybody else's toothbrush before.

"Come on," Emily said, "You'd think we've exchanged enough bodily fluids by now not to be squeamish."

I grimaced, but I moved forward and took the toothbrush from Emily. I brushed my teeth, the minty toothpaste washing away the morning breath I still had. I handed the toothbrush back to Emily.

"Good, now I can do this," Emily said, and she grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me, hard. I felt her tongue push past my lips and slide along my tongue. I felt my groin tingle from the sensations.

Emily broke the kiss and led me into the shower. She took the bar of soap and started washing my chest, pausing to rub and flick my nipples. "Man nipples," she giggled. "It's amazing how easy it is to get these hard," she added, running her fingers back and forth along them. "Do you like that?" She asked.

I shrugged. "It's okay," I said, "It feels... umm... kinda weird really. It doesn't turn me on or anything."

"Okay, moving on then," Emily said, rolling her eyes, and continued soaping down my body until she reached my groin. "This I know you like," Emily said softly, taking my hardening cock in her soapy hand and stroking it. She continued to rub the soap along my legs and butt with one hand while she stroked me with the other. When she was done she kneeled in front of me, and I thought she was about to give me another blow job.

"It's okay," I mumbled, "You don't have to."

"I don't have to what?" Emily asked.

"Give me another... blow job," I said.

"I wasn't going to," Emily said. "I hate the taste of soap in my mouth. Once when I was a kid my grandmother, Grandma June, washed my mouth out with soap after I swore in front of her. You would think it would've fucking stopped me from fucking cursing." Emily grinned up at me. "But no soapy BJ's. There are plenty of ways to get a man off," she added, inching closer to me. I watched her thrust her chest out, and pull on my cock until she was rubbing the tip of it against her nipple. The sensation and naughtiness of what she was doing made my cock tingle.

"Do you like that?" Emily said. "Do you like to feel your cock against my tit?"

"Yeah, that feels good," I said.

Emily moaned, and I realized she was putting on a show. "Your hard cock feels so good. I wish my tits were bigger, and then I could fuck you with my tits." She took me in her hand and was stroking me. I was fully hard now. "Lisa has big tits," Emily said, "Did you ever fuck her tits?"

"No," I said, "I always wanted to."

"You always wanted to throw your wife down on the bed and slide your hard cock in between those big tits of hers?" Emily asked. She was really getting into this. I noticed the hand that wasn't stroking her cock was down in between her legs. "Mmm..." she moaned, "Shoot that hot cum all over my tits." She leaned forward and licked the tip of my cock with the tip of her tongue. She moved closer to me, crushing my cock along her chest. I felt the shaft of my cock press up against the soft flesh of her small breasts, and her hard nipple. She took my cock and started sliding it up and down along her clavicle. She let go of my cock, continuing to move so that it slid back and forth, and grabbed her small breasts with each hand, trying to push them together, but she didn't have enough flesh to create a valley around my cock. She settled for tweaking her nipples as she slid my cock back and forth along her body. Then she grabbed my cock again and started jerking me off, hard. The soap and water made it slick and her hand flew back and forth along the shaft. Her hand was smaller compared to mine and Lisa's, and my cock looked bigger for it. 

I grunted from the sensation, and I could feel my orgasm building. Emily's dirty talk and lewd display really got me going.

Emily seemed to know I was getting close. She pointed me at her mouth and stuck out her tongue. "Oh yeah," she said, "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you to cum all over my tits. Shoot your hot cum all over my body. Cum for me baby." She was turning her hand around my cock like a corkscrew, and then she gently rubbed her thumb along the sensitive underside.

I felt myself go over the edge. My legs were shaking. I reached out to the wall of the bathtub to steady myself. "Ugh," I grunted as my hips bucked and the first spurt of cum shot out, hitting Emily right in the chin. A second, third, and fourth spurt of cum followed, landing on Emily's breasts. My orgasm seemed to go on and on, my cock wanting to shoot more cum but there was none left. Finally the spasms stopped, and I started to get sore. I put my free hand on Emily's shoulder, and she pulled away from me. "Wow, that was intense," I mumbled.

"Glad you liked it," Emily said as she rose to her feet. She was wiping at the cum on her chin with her fingers. She scooped it up and put it in her mouth. "Mmm..." she mumbled. "I'm dirty," she said with a giggle. "I think I need to be cleaned up." She handed me the bar of soap.

Turnabout is fair play, I thought to myself, and I took the soap and began rubbing it along Emily's body, cleaning the remaining cum from her chest. All of the recent enmity forgotten, I started toying with Emily's nipples, flicking them with the bar of soap and my fingers until they got hard. "Girl nipples," I giggled, and Emily joined me. Emily had perfect little round nipples that sat in the middle of her small breasts. I continued to play with them, tracing circles around the hard nipples with my fingers.

I heard Emily gasp. "Unlike you," Emily said, "My nipples send little shockwaves right to my pussy."

I moved one of my hands down to Emily's crotch, cupping her pussy. "Right here?" I asked, as I slid my fingers along her pussy lips.

"Yeah, that's the spot right there," Emily said. I felt her move her hips in rhythm to my stroking. I went back to washing her with my other hand, rubbing the bar of soap along her belly, and then her waist, lowering myself into a kneeling position, Emily's glistening shaved pussy was now right in front of my face. "One thing you haven't done yet," Emily said, and she paused as I moved my hand to rub against her clit, "Is eat me out." I peered up at Emily from my kneeling position and our eyes met, "If you're up for it, you know..." she added.

I felt the same odd twinge of anticipation I always felt when I thought about going down on a woman. Sure, I'd like to, I thought to myself. I was thinking about the differences between Emily's pussy and Lisa's, besides the fact that Emily's was shaved and Lisa's wasn't. Lisa had a big pussy, with fleshy, prominent lips. Emily's was smaller. Her lips didn't protrude, even when she was turned on and freshly fucked. Her clit was smaller too, hidden in the folds of her pussy. Lisa's clit would be poking out by now, engorged and obvious. The big problem right now was the angle. I would have to kind of get underneath Emily to get to her pussy when she was standing up. It was an obstacle the time or two that I tried to go down on Lisa while she was standing up. I would fumble about for a moment and she would go lay down on the bed before I could figure it out.

Emily solved that problem for me, lifting one of her legs in the air and draping it over my shoulder. It made access to her pussy much easier, but the position seemed impossible to maintain. She was balancing on her remaining leg and leaning against the wall. Emily seemed to read my mind. "All of those yoga and pilates classes I took pay off," she said with a chuckle. "Balance, Daniel-son," she added for good measure.

I shrugged and buried my face in her pussy, running my tongue along her pussy lips and probing with the tip of my tongue for her clitoris. I found it and ran my tongue along the hard bit of flesh, alternating between just the tip of my tongue and long licks with the flat meaty part of my tongue. I was situated under the running water of the shower, which had gone lukewarm, at best. The cool water ran down past my face and down Emily's body as I kissed and licked at her pussy. It also made me more or less deaf as it pounded my head and ran along my ears. I was vaguely aware that Emily was responding, moaning and gasping and moving her hips. She had her hands in my hair and was holding my head in place. I moved from her clit down to her pussy, running my tongue along her pussy lips, and then trying to push past them into her pussy. I took a firm hold of Emily's butt cheeks with my hands and squeezed them as I pushed my tongue into her pussy. I felt Emily grab my head harder and push herself against me, trying to push my tongue deeper into her. Her hips were bucking and I heard her cry out. Did she just orgasm? She wasn't pulling away from me, so I continued to probe her with my tongue, leaving her pussy to lick her clit some more. Her shaved pussy was much easier to lick with no hair to get in the way. I put my whole mouth against her and started sucking against her clit, pressing my tongue against it and licking it. Emily was bucking her hips again and suddenly it was hard to even keep my mouth where it was. I grabbed hold of Emily, afraid she was going to lose her balance. I became aware that she was shouting now, and with a twinge of anxiety I realized that if I could hear her over the rushing water then she was so loud that Lisa must hear her. Heck, if we had any neighbors they could probably hear her too.

Emily was untangling herself from me, taking her leg off of my shoulder and slumping down in front of me in the shower. "Oh my God," she was saying, "That was amazing! I think I came multiple times! Where did you ever learn to do that?"

"Just... I don't know," I said. Emily sank to her knees and she kissed me.

"I came so hard," Emily said after she kissed me. "I hope I wasn't too loud..." Emily suddenly reached over and shut off the shower. She lurched to her feet and past me out of the bathtub, naked and soaking wet. I leapt to my feet and followed her, my heart pounding. I followed her through the spare bedroom and out into the hall. The master bedroom was still closed. Emily stopped short and I bumped into her, our naked flesh slapping together. I continued past her until I was right outside the door. At first I didn't hear anything, but eventually I heard the sound of running water. It sounded like she was in the shower.

"Do you hear anything?" Emily was whispering.

"It sounds like she's in the shower," I whispered back. 

"Poor girl," Emily said, "We used up all the hot water." Emily turned and I followed her back into the bathroom. We had dripped water all over the place. Emily handed me a guest towel and I dried myself off, and then I went around and wiped up as much of the water on the floor as I could. Emily had gone over to her bag and was pulling out clean clothes, a t-shirt and shorts. It made me think that I wanted clean clothes too. I went back to the master bedroom and tried the door. It was still locked. It still sounded like water was running. Annoyed, I wandered back to the spare bedroom and put the previous night's clothes back on.

"I'm hungry," Emily said.

"Me too," I replied.

"What do you usually eat on Saturday mornings?" Emily asked.

"Usually I just take a bowl of cheerios and watch SportCenter," I said.

"Okay," Emily said.

I felt like I should be a better host than that. I had a sudden flash of inspiration. "I can make eggs!" I said.

Emily laughed. "Okay, Wolfgang," she said.

I put on an apron that Emily bought me one 4th of July barbecue. It said 'Cooks Like it Hot' and had a hot picture of a woman in a bikini on it. I got a kick out of it but Lisa and her family were horrified. I hadn't worn it since but I refused to throw it out. I scrambled up several eggs and split them between Emily and myself. We ate in silence, both occasionally glancing down the hallway towards the bedrooms. The last time we ate breakfast like this Lisa came out and started a food fight. I started to imagine the two of them, squirting ketchup all over each other. I squirmed in my chair as my groin tingled from the dirty image.

We finished eating and there was still no sign of Lisa. It was almost 9:30. I knew if Lisa was going to follow her normal routine she would be coming out for breakfast any minute now. 

"So what do you usually do on Saturday mornings?" Emily asked.

"Well, if I had any errands to run in town I'd usually go do them now before the stores got crowded," I said, "But I don't have anywhere to go. After that I'd mow the lawn if the weather was okay." I moved towards the window. It wasn't raining but it looked like it was about to rain any minute. "Maybe I'd better try to get that done before the storm starts," I said more to myself than Emily. I put my shoes on and went out to the shed. I got the mower out and started the rote, mindless task of mowing the lawn again. Every few minutes I glanced up at the sky. Angry dark clouds threatened overhead, but there was still no rain. Emily had come out onto the front porch and was looking at her phone. I guess she didn't want to be left inside alone with Lisa. I didn't blame her. I wondered what was going to happen when we saw Lisa again. She had to leave the bedroom sometime. 

I finished the front yard and moved to the back. The rain was still holding off. Emily had followed me and was now sitting on the patio, in the same chair she was sitting in last Saturday.

I was almost done mowing the yard when I started to feel a few big, fat drops of rain hit me. Come on, I was thinking, just hold out a few more minutes. I started to push the mower faster, which got me through the last corner of the yard faster but probably at the cost of not mowing the grass as well. Fuck it, I was thinking. Nobody can see back here anyway. I made it to the end of the yard and turned off the mower, pushing it quickly back into the shed. The rain was falling a little harder now. I thought I heard a rumble of thunder in the distance. I locked up the shed and turned to rush back inside, thinking that Emily had probably already gone in. I had been so focused on finishing up I hadn't looked over there in several minutes. Now I did. Emily was standing there. So was Lisa. Ohh... crap.

I was still halfway across the yard and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground was making it hard to hear whatever Lisa and Emily were saying to each other. I rushed across the yard to the patio, trying to make sense of what little I could hear.

"...should let him..." Emily was saying, "...really hard..."

"...liked it..." Lisa was saying "...floor... ...down... ... weird..."

The good news was that Lisa was talking and not trying to kill Emily, even if I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I bounded up onto the patio and over to them. They stopped whatever they were talking about and turned to me.

"Lisa..." I started to say.

"Joe," Lisa cut me off. "I'm sorry about last night. I overreacted. I was just apologizing to Emily for hitting her."

I glanced at Emily. She had a mischievous gleam in her eye. That wasn't what they were just talking about. "I'm sorry too," I blurted out before anybody else cut me off. "I didn't mean to grab your head like that... I was just so caught up in the moment..."

"I know," Lisa said. It started raining a little harder. Lisa had to raise her voice to be heard. "It's what you've been talking about... what we've been talking about," she added, gesturing to Emily, "Pushing our boundaries, trying new things. I thought about it a lot last night. It's all about letting go..."

Another rumble of thunder sounded in the distance. "Umm... do you think maybe we should go inside?" I asked. I didn't mind getting wet really. Getting struck by lightning was a bigger issue.

Lisa shook her head. "No," she said, "Take off your shoes and socks."

Do what? I thought. I took a deep breath. Lisa didn't seem angry about last night, so I decided to just go along with it. I glanced at Emily. She shrugged at me, but she still had a mischievous gleam in her eye. What was happening now? I wondered, but I sat down in the nearest chair and pulled off my shoes and socks. It only then occurred to me to notice what Lisa was wearing. It was an old dress-like thing. You know, a one-piece outfit that looks like a knee-length dress but the bottom is really more like shorts? A romper, I think it may be called. That was what she was wearing, a blue flowery romper. She was barefoot. I finished taking off my shoes and socks. The rain was coming down harder still. A big drop smacked into my forehead.




My Best Friend Emily Ch. 05



"Do you want me to go inside?" Emily was asking Lisa.

"You can stay here if you want," Lisa said. I stood up and she moved to take my hand. She pulled me down the patio steps and onto the wet grass. She turned suddenly and kissed me, pressing herself up against me. "Do you remember me saying that I think I like being dirty?" she whispered.

"Uh huh," I said, and I could feel a flutter in my stomach. Where was she going with this?

Lisa grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then she was undoing the button of my jeans. "I bet you don't want to ruin another pair of jeans," she was saying. She pulled them down my legs, her head going past my boxers and my growing erection. "Go on," she said, "Step out of them."

I mechanically lifted one leg, then the other while Lisa pulled my jeans free. She tossed them aside and stood up. I had no idea what was going on, but I figured I was supposed to strip Lisa next. I started to reach around Lisa for the zipper on her romper but Lisa grabbed my arm and started pulling me forward again. "No, this stays on," Lisa was saying to me. "I put this old thing on for a reason." I realized where she was taking me. We were going back to the flower bed. Lisa said she wanted to start a garden. I spent half of last Saturday spreading topsoil all over that part of the yard, only instead of planting flowers Lisa and Emily ended up getting into a huge fight in it, tearing their clothes and getting covered in dirt and mud. Lisa was turned on by it, and we ended up having sex in the shower. Now she was looking for me to get her dirty again. I glanced back at Emily. She did indeed stay on the patio, sitting in a chair where the umbrella would give her at least some protection from the rain. She was watching us.

We were a few steps away from the flower bed now. Lisa stopped pulling at my arm. She turned and ran into the center of it, and flopped herself down in it. I could hear her laughing. She threw her arms over her head and started rolling back and forth in the dark topsoil. I watched as it started to stick to her bare legs and sodden romper.

"Come on Joe," Lisa said, pausing in her rolling to face me.

I was compelled forward. I couldn't deny that a woman getting messy was one of my fetishes. I just never imagined that I'd get to see it firsthand. That it would be Lisa, my wife, wanting to do it. That she would be rolling around in the dirt, asking me to join her, to get her dirty. I felt my erection pushing against my boxers. A drop of rain pounded against my erection through my boxers. It was raining even harder now. The topsoil around Lisa was turning to mud again. It clung more and more to her body.

There was another rumble of thunder in the distance, but it still sounded far off. I took the step that took me from the grass onto the topsoil, my feet going from the cool grass to the soft earth. Lisa was lying on her back now, watching me. The image of Lisa as a dog, when they wriggle back and forth on their backs, popped into my head. I shrugged it off. Lisa was an intellectual, an English teacher, but Emily was right. If this really turned her on she was nuts. I had seen videos of women in the mud before. They would cover themselves in it, strip off their clothes, and at least pretend to masturbate, and I had always written it off to the fact that some women would do anything if they were paid enough. Maybe to some porn stars rolling around in the mud was better than being a gangbang girl. I got off while watching the videos but I always doubted that what I was seeing was real, that there were women that really wanted to do it. It would seem that I was wrong. Even more shocking was that that person would be my wife, who until a week ago didn't seem to be interested in anything besides missionary sex in our bed.

Lisa had taken two handfuls of mud and was rubbing it along the front of her dress. She pushed her hands further along her body, down to her muddy knees. She pulled the skirt up as she pulled her hands back, showing me her thighs and the shorts underneath. "Does this turn you on?" She was asking me.

"Yeah," I replied. I felt myself hesitating. What was holding me back? Did I not want to get messy too? I mean, it was one thing to watch Lisa, another thing entirely to participate. No, that wasn't it. I'd fantasized about rolling around in the mud too plenty of times. It was Lisa's erratic behavior. I didn't need to do something wrong and have her flip out again. Just do whatever she tells you to do, I thought to myself, and go live out your fantasy.

I knelt in the dirt beside Lisa, scooping up some mud and rubbing it onto Lisa's belly. I looked at her and we ended up staring at each other. She reached for my hands and pulled them to her breasts. I started rubbing her breasts through her wet clothes, picking up more clumps of the muddy dirt and rubbing them against her. We never broke eye contact.

"I want you to tear my clothes off, Joe," Lisa said softly. 

My cock twitched. The material of the romper was pretty thick, but it was old and the rain and the roll in the dirt probably weakened it even more. I grabbed a firm hold of the neckline and pulled. Nothing happened. I readjusted my grip and pulled harder. I felt the material start to give, and a small tear started at the neckline. I readjusted my grip around the tear and pulled harder, slowly widening the tear. I pulled and pulled until my fingers started to hurt. I worked the tear down to about her navel. That was far enough, I figured. I started pulling it off of her by the sleeves, but it wasn't going anywhere while she was lying down. Lisa obligingly rolled onto her side, and I sneakily pulled down the zipper to make it easier to pull the romper down and off of her body. I pulled it down to her waist and Lisa rolled back onto her back as I pulled the ruined romper down her legs and completely off of her. I looked down at her. She was wearing an old white bra and a pair of white cotton panties. They were already turning gray from the rain and the dirt.

"Kiss me," Lisa said, and I threw myself down on her and kissed her, much like we did last week after the mud fight. Lisa was really turned on. She grabbed my face with her dirty hands and wrapped her legs around me, trying to push my erection into her crotch. I pressed against her and dry humped her as we kissed.

Lisa suddenly broke the kiss. "Cover me in dirt again," she said. I sat up, kneeling between her legs. I grabbed new handfuls of dirt and rubbed them on her now bare torso, covering her in the muddy black dirt. I rubbed new handfuls of mud into her bra, watching it turn gray-brown from the dirt. I ran my hands along her body, basically massaging the dirt into her body. The rain was still falling, washing the dirt off of her body where I wasn't currently focused. Her hair was soaked, her bare skin glistening from the rain. Did I mention I was into wetlook too? I was ready to rip Lisa's panties off and fuck her.

"This feels so good," Lisa was moaning. "Rub some dirt into my legs." I obliged, turning my attention to her legs, rubbing the dirt along one leg, then the other, methodically massaging each part of her leg up to her thigh, going as close to her sodden panties as I dared. I figured we would get there eventually, but I wanted to do it right. I heard another rumble of thunder in the distance. It didn't sound any closer than any of the other rumbles. Maybe the electrical storm wasn't even heading toward us.

I was finishing up on her left thigh. Lisa was squirming in the dirt, and I only just realized she was rubbing dirt onto her muddy bra while I was focused on her legs. She reached behind herself and undid her bra with some effort. She pulled it free and her breasts came into view, glistening wet and streaked with dirt.

"Do my breasts now," Lisa said, and I wasted no time grabbing handfuls of mud and rubbing them into her C cup breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, and she gasped as I ran my muddy fingers along them, rolling the nipples around. I left her nipples to massage around her breasts and she grabbed my hands and pulled them back to her nipples. "Rub my nipples," Lisa moaned, "That feels so good." I felt her legs brush against me. She was rubbing her legs against my body, writhing on the ground. 

"Mmm..." Lisa was moaning. "Cover me again. Cover me in mud." I grabbed several handfuls of mud and piled them on top of Lisa's stomach, and then I proceeded to rub the dirt all along her body, across her breasts and clavicle, along her shoulders and down her arms, down her hips and legs. I grabbed fresh handfuls of mud and Lisa grabbed my right hand. She guided me to her panty-covered crotch. "Rub it there," she said, and she gasped as I pressed the mound of dirt into her crotch. I watched as the dirt turned the panties gray-brown, the already sodden garment was starting to ride down her hips. I could see hints of pubic hair peeking out from the top of the panties and the leg holes. 

Lisa was beside herself, she was so turned on. Her hands were at her muddy breasts, and she was basically trying to hump my hand. "Rub it," she moaned, "Rub it into me, rub it harder." I pressed my palm against her crotch, rubbing the whole area of her clit and pussy, round and round. Lisa cried out and her hips started bucking. 

I knew Lisa well. I knew that she was orgasming, and when she was done I pulled my hand away from her. Lisa lay there for a moment in afterglow, her eyes staring dreamily up at the sky. I saw her flinch when a raindrop hit her in the nose. Our eyes met and she smiled at me. Her hands moved. She grabbed her muddy panties and pulled them over her hips and down her legs. She took a handful of mud and rubbed it right into her naked crotch! I watched, fascinated, as Lisa rubbed the mud against her pussy. "Oh, God!" Lisa shouted and her hips started bucking again. A jet of fluid shot out from her pussy. Lisa was rubbing her clit in a circular motion, her fingers going around and around. There was mud in her pubic hair.

"It feels so good to be dirty," Lisa was saying. "Fuck me Joe, fuck me in the mud."

I was still staring at Lisa's muddy pussy. Yeah, I guess I could do that, I said to myself. I pulled my boxers down over my erection and down my legs. I started to climb over Lisa.

"Wait!" Lisa said, and she rolled over, lifting her butt in the air. "I want you to do me like an animal. Like a dog. Or a pig."

Lisa never wanted me to take her from behind. I almost asked "Are you sure?" But I stopped myself. Just do what she tells you to do, I reminded myself. I happened to glance up at the big white picket fence surrounding our yard. Yeah, even if this wasn't the only house on the street, nobody could see what we were doing, except for Emily. Oh my God, Emily! I'd completely forgotten she was there. I looked over at the patio. She was still sitting here. Her hair was wet and her shirt was soaked and bunched up around her midriff, her hard nipples visible through the shirt, even from 50 feet away. I guessed that she had been lifting it up to fondle her breasts. Emily noticed I was looking at her, and she waved at me. I couldn't see where her other hand was.

I turned my attention back to Lisa, naked and on all fours in front of me. The rain was slowly washing the dirt off of her back and butt. I knee-walked up and grabbed her by the hips, readjusting her to the right angle. I took hold of myself and lined myself up with her muddy pussy. Once I found the opening I slid into her all at once. I started pounding away; realizing that I was all engorged and tingly from the show that Lisa had put on, but I'd already had what, two orgasms that morning with Emily? I figured I could last a while.

I heard Lisa grunt, and she started rocking back and forth against me, timing her movements to my thrusts. She was splayed out before me, her arms reaching out in front of her, grabbing at the mud. Her breasts were swinging pendulously back and forth beneath her, and she had angled herself so that her breasts were just touching the mud as they swayed. I reached down and grabbed a handful of mud and smeared it on her ass and lower back. I watched as the rain washed the mud off of her body, and then I took another handful and did it again.

A couple of minutes passed. I was enjoying the sensations of taking my wife from behind, something she never asked me to do before, feeling my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. The rain was coming down hard now, cool and refreshing. It didn't feel all that different from the shower I took with Emily that morning. Occasionally I heard Lisa grunt or moan. She was slowly starting to slide forward. She wasn't strong enough to hold herself up for long, and she eventually leaned the side of her head down into the mud, and I had to move forward and lift her butt higher to stay inside of her. Her front half was lower. Her breasts were now in the mud too. "This is so dirty," I heard her mumble to herself.

I could sense that Lisa's strength was failing, and finally she pulled away from me and let her body fall completely into the mud with a splat. After a few moments she rolled over, her entire front a dark, muddy mess, but the rain quickly started to wash the mud away. She smiled, her white teeth a stark contrast to the mud all around. She started to move her arms and legs back and forth, like she was making snow angels in the mud. She was laughing. I laughed back at her, at the absurdity of what she was doing. She scooped up fresh handfuls of mud and started rubbing them into her breasts again, her eyes open now and staring dreamily into the sky. I started to wonder if I was supposed to keep fucking her.

"I know you know how much I usually hate it," Lisa was saying now, "But I think I'd like it if you would cum on me now."

I stared at her. I did cum on her from time to time. We didn't use protection and weren't ready to have children, so I would occasionally pull out of her and cum on her stomach to at least reduce the chance I'd knock her up. She hated it. She always rushed into the bathroom to clean up. Now she was asking me to do it. Just go along with it, I reminded myself a third time.

I remembered what Emily and I were just talking about in the shower, and I heard the words escape my lips before I could think better of it. "Can I fuck your tits?" I asked, staring at her breasts, the rain washing the last handfuls of mud away.

Lisa seemed to think about it. "Okay," she finally said. Relieved, I quickly straddled her before she could think better of it. I positioned my cock in between her breasts, and then pushed them together around my cock. Unlike with Emily that morning, there was plenty of breast flesh to engulf my cock. I started sliding myself back and forth between her breasts, enjoying the sensation of my cock sliding along her soft breast flesh.

"Is this something you always wanted to do?" Lisa asked me.

"Yeah," I said, and we were silent for a while. I focused on my arousal. Was I close to orgasm? Yeah, not too far, I thought as I continued to thrust back and forth. "Is this doing anything for you?" I asked.

"That?" Lisa asked. "No. But I'm enjoying the mud against my body and the rain falling down." I felt her moving, and I saw her scooping up fresh handfuls of mud. She was reaching behind me down her body. I felt her bucking her hips, and her face scrunched up in ecstasy. "The mud feels so good on my pussy," she mumbled, more to herself than to me.

Lisa rubbing mud into her crotch while I titty fucked her was just too much for me. I felt my orgasm approaching. "I'm gonna cum," I announced, and I started bucking my hips. It was my third orgasm of the day. It was intense and throbbing, but not much cum came out. I watched it dribble out onto Lisa's neck and clavicle. I stopped moving and took my hands off of Lisa's breasts.

I'm not even sure Lisa noticed. She was reaching around me with both hands, rubbing mud into her crotch. Her hips were bucking. "Oh my God," she was mumbling, over and over. I was basically along for the ride as her orgasm went on and on, her body writhing against the muddy ground. She eventually stopped moving, her head turning to look at me. "Was that good for you?" She said dreamily.

I was thinking about what I should say to her when there was a huge boom. The electrical storm was getting closer now. I instinctively jumped to my feet, and almost lost my balance in the mud. The rain suddenly intensified into a downpour. I waited for Lisa to make a move, to try to get up herself or to hold up her hands for me to pull her up. She continued to lie there, looking dreamily up at me, blinking as the raindrops hit her in the face.

"Lisa," I said, "We have to go inside now."

Her expression didn't change. "The raindrops... between my legs," she mumbled, and I watched her move her right hand back to her crotch.

"I'll get you a detachable shower head," I snapped, "Right now you need to get up and we need to get inside before we get struck by lightning." To accentuate my point, there was another loud clap of thunder. Thanks for backing me up Mother Nature, I thought.

Lisa finally seemed to come to her senses. She reached up and I helped her to her feet. She pressed herself against me and kissed me. "Let's do this every time it rains," she mumbled in my ear.

"We're never planting flowers, are we?" I asked rhetorically as Lisa and I stepped gingerly out of the mud and back onto the wet grass. I stopped to pick up my jeans and t-shirt where Lisa stripped them off of me. They were soaked but otherwise clean. My boxers were a lost cause, lying somewhere out there with Lisa's ruined romper and underwear. Emily was standing on the patio, soaking wet, readjusting her shirt and shorts. I wondered if she got off watching us.

"There's something I'll do that you won't try," Lisa said to Emily as we approached her.

Emily was grinning at us as we approached, but I watched the smile leave her face. "This isn't a competition Lisa," Emily said.

Lisa ignored Emily's response. She had made her point. She was inspecting herself now. The pouring rain had already washed most of the dirt off of her body. I took a look at myself. There was still some dirt on my knees. I bent over and tried to wipe the dirt away.

"I felt like I was making love to Mother Earth herself," Lisa suddenly said as she wiped at some stubborn dirt on her legs. Emily and I made eye contact. I could almost sense Emily's thoughts. She's gone completely off the deep end now. "A shower would be anti-climactic," Lisa said, "But we need to clean up. Come on Joe," she said as she took slow, purposeful strides toward the patio door. She moved like in the Ten Commandments when Charlton Heston came down from Mount Sinai. I glanced at Emily again, and we both followed her inside, thunder booming again nearby, so close now the house shook. 

I followed Lisa into the shower, and she was right about it being anti-climactic. We soaped ourselves up, rinsed off the dirt and mud, and left the shower to dry off. There was no more sexual activity. We didn't touch each other. We barely even looked at each other. I put on fresh clothes and left the master bedroom to find Emily before Lisa was even done drying herself off.

I found Emily in the spare bedroom. She had a towel wrapped around her. She had dried herself off as best she could, but she was still in her wet clothes. She must have been cold. Her nipples were still showing prominently where the wet t-shirt clung tightly to her. "Hey, pal," she said cheerfully.

"Hey, yourself," I said. Even after all the sex I'd had that day I couldn't help but stare at Emily's nipples.

Emily made a sound like she was clearing her throat, "My eyes are up here," she said, but she was just teasing me.

"Sorry," I mumbled.




My Best Friend Emily Ch. 06



Welcome to the next installment of this ongoing series. I've struggled for a bit over where to take this story next, and I think that the suggestion about flashbacks is the right way to go. As always, any similarities to anything you may have seen or heard before is a complete accident.

We ended up going out to dinner.

A few minutes after Emily's mock outburst she came back to the Jacuzzi. The three of us sat there quietly, soaking in the churning water and lost in our own thoughts.

Eventually Lisa broke the silence. "Okay, I'm really starving," Lisa said, and she rose out of the water, grabbing a nearby towel and drying herself off. Emily and I glanced at each other and followed her. We dried off and dressed and piled into my car to drive to the nearest Italian restaurant, situated in a strip mall on the main road a few blocks away. It wasn't raining anymore, but the air had the cool and humid feel that only comes after a spring storm. 

All during the drive I kept glancing at Lisa, who was sitting beside me in the front seat. She was staring out the window. Our neighborhood was only partially built up, and whole blocks were either wooded areas or open fields. I could almost sense what Lisa was thinking. Was there any mud out there? Our flower bed was just a mound of topsoil. After a rain like that there must be a vast expanse of thick, cool mud in one or more of those fields. I knew that my wife was fantasizing about wallowing around in it. I thought about it too from time to time. I started to wonder if we would someday find ourselves wandering out of the privacy of our yard to indulge our muddy fantasies.

We got to the restaurant, which was really just a takeout place with some tables in the back. We plopped down at our usual table. The three of us had gone to eat there together often enough, but since we entered into our crazy threesome being together felt different. I looked at the cashier, the owner, the waitress, and the dudes flipping pizza in the air, wondering if somehow they noticed that there was anything different about us.

We ordered a couple of beers and scarfed down the bread. I got chicken parmesan, Lisa ordered a salad, and Emily ordered a pasta dish. Our food arrived quickly and we ate ravenously. When we were done we sat back in a well-fed stupor, trading knowing glances with one another.

Lisa eventually spoke. "So... what we did before..." Lisa said to Emily, choosing her words carefully as the waitress breezed by, "You've done things like that before?"

"Yeah," Emily replied, "But today was probably better than all of them put together. I don't think I've ever felt so completely fucked before." Unlike Lisa, Emily had no reservations about talking about sex at her normal speaking voice in the middle of a restaurant. I found myself glancing around nervously. Only two of the other tables were occupied, one by an older couple, and the other by a quartet of younger men and women, apparently on a double date. They were all engrossed in their own conversations and ignoring us. I looked into the front room and one of the guys behind the counter was staring in Emily's direction. I wondered how far her voice traveled.

"I was wondering about... those other experiences," Lisa said.

"Do you want to hear about them?" Emily asked.

I felt my head whip around to face Emily. She had never really told me anything about her sexual past. I was always curious about the wild sexual exploits she always hinted at but never came clean about.

"Yes, I think I would," Lisa said, "If you're willing to talk about them."

"Sure, I have nothing to be embarrassed about," Emily replied, "But we should probably pay the bill and go home first. I don't want everybody in the restaurant to get all horny."

One thing about my best friend was that she had no filter, and she enjoyed saying outrageous things to get a reaction out of strangers. Lisa blushed, and I found myself looking around the restaurant again. The older gentleman was looking right at me. I felt the blood drain from my face. He didn't look familiar, but it was a small town and he looked to be around our parents' age. There was always the possibility he knew my parents, or Emily's, or even Lisa's who lived only a few towns over. I was more worried about Lisa than anything. Her conservative Christian parents would lose their minds if they found out anything about what was really going on. 

I held his gaze, not wanting to seem embarrassed or apologetic about Emily's outburst. I saw him shake his head slightly, and then he went back to his meal. I was about to snap at Emily, but luckily the waitress came by and dropped off the check. I paid it quickly, ignoring Emily's attempts to pay her share again, and we left.

"You really do have to watch what you say;" I scolded Emily on the ride home.

"Why? Who gives a fuck?" Emily said. I tried to remember how many beers she had. Two? Three? She got even less inhibited as she got drunk.

"That older guy sitting across from us heard you," I said, "What if he belongs to Lisa's parents' church? You don't know what a shit storm you could create if Lisa's parents find out."

"Find out? From what?" Emily asked. "Me talking about sex in a restaurant? They're going to deduce we're all fucking each other?"

"You met them a couple of times," Lisa said, "At our barbecues. You didn't notice how uptight they are?"

"I may have said hello and goodbye to them," Emily said, "I didn't hang out with them. Are they really that bad?"

"They would go crazy enough just hearing second or third hand that Lisa was talking about sex in a restaurant," I said.

"Wow, you poor repressed thing," Emily said, "No wonder you're all fucked up."

"I'm not all fucked up," Lisa huffed.

"It's okay," Emily said, "We'll take good care of you. Let doctor Emily fix you," she added, and burst into giggles.

I rolled my eyes. Drunk Emily could be a handful. I pulled into our driveway and we went inside. We settled in the living room and I put the Cards game on, but only as background noise.

"So..." Lisa said to Emily, "This wasn't your first threesome?"

"Nope," Emily said, and she giggled again.

"Would you... would you tell us about it?" Lisa asked.

"Sure," Emily said. "Let's see... the first one... I'll tell you about..." Emily was pausing for shock value, watching Lisa's face as she revealed that she had more than one threesome in her past. Lisa's eyes grew wide and Emily grinned at her. "Was when I was at NYU. I went to a bar one Saturday night. I was well, horny, and I went there looking for a hook-up. I saw this guy sitting there at the bar. He was soooo hot... tall... muscular... well-dressed. I got wet just looking at him," Emily giggled. 

"The only problem was, well, he looked like he was in the process of picking up a girl already. And what a hottie she was... long blonde hair, perfect makeup, tits out to here," Emily stuck her hands out as far away from her as she could reach. I'm sure she was exaggerating. "I thought to myself, whatever's going on here, I want to be a part of it. So I sat down next to the guy and I said hey handsome. Well he whirls around to face me and he just smiles. Behind him I could see the girl checking me out. Like, who is this pushy bitch? I was in my little black dress with four inch heels and I hadn't cut my hair yet, so it was down to here," Emily said, gesturing halfway down her back. 

"I bought him a drink, and we just sat there, barely saying a word to each other. Then the guy says wanna get out of here? And the girl says which one of us? So I said I think he means both of us. Well I figure the girl was either going to kill me or storm off, but she gave the guy a look and she just kind of shrugged and hopped off the barstool."

"Didn't they cover this on Big Bang Theory a couple of seasons ago?" I interjected. "Penny goes, if I pick up a guy at a bar, and he picks up a girl, does that mean I picked up the girl?"

Emily laughed, "Yeah, something like that," she said. "So we walk out of the bar, and he hails a taxi, and the three of us pile in, the guy in the middle, and he gives the cabbie an address uptown. Before the cab was even moving the two of them were making out. I just watched them for a while, but finally I was just like hey, what about me? So he turns and kisses me, and it was like, wow. I could smell his cologne and her perfume, and I could taste her lip gloss on him, so I broke the kiss with him and I said I want some of that lip gloss, so I reached across him and grabbed for the girl. And she just rolls..." Emily tries to clumsily reenact it, "so that she's straddling the guy in the taxi," and from there she kisses me, and well, it wasn't the first time I'd kissed a girl, but it was the first time I'd kissed like a random hookup like that. She was amazing. The softest lips..." Emily paused and smiled. 

"So we're making out, she's grinding against the guy, and I'm grabbing one of her boobs. At one point I felt the cab swerve wildly. I think the cabbie was trying to watch us and the road. We're lucky we made it there in one piece. Finally we get where we're going, and I see the guy slip the cabbie a fifty and we all pile out. We're at this posh apartment building with a doorman and all that shit. I follow them in and he goes into the elevator and pushes the button for the penthouse, and I'm thinking who is this guy? Obviously he's loaded. The two of them are making out in the elevator. They're already starting to undress. He's trying to get her dress off and she's undoing his belt, and I was just standing there watching them. I don't think I've ever been that horny."

"The elevator door opens and we walk right into this huge loft suite, and it's like a fucking movie, like who the fuck can afford all this stuff? I mean, he had a giant HDTV on the wall, and this was 10 years ago, who had that then? Half the space was windows looking out on the city; the other half was covered in expensive artwork. Leather sofas, granite countertops, this place had it all. I don't know how long I stood there by the elevator with my mouth hanging open. The guy fucking claps his hands, like he has a fucking clapper, and everything comes to life. The stereo starts playing smooth jazz, the fireplace starts roaring, the lights come on low." 

"I look at the girl and she's taking off her dress. She just shrugs and it falls off her shoulders, like she was keeping it on her with will power. She's wearing stockings and garters and this black lace bra and panty set, her tits were huge, and the heels, she looked like a fucking porn star. Maybe she was. She takes the guy by the hand and they go over to the leather sofa. She starts undoing his pants, and I'm still standing there. So I think, what the hell, and I took off my dress. I wasn't wearing a bra, just a pink lace thong underneath. My nipples were hard as rocks rubbing up against the dress! The girl pulled down the guy's pants and sits him down on the sofa, and his back is to me, so I start walking around so I can see."

Emily paused at that point, looking across the sofa at Lisa and me. "How do you like it so far?" She asked.

"Good story," I said.

"Yes, go on," Lisa said.

"Okay," Emily said, "Where was I... oh... so I get around the sofa, and the girl is pulling the guy's cock out, and it's huge, I mean..." Emily starts doing hand gestures, trying to demonstrate the size, "Don't get me wrong Joe, you have an amazing cock, but this thing was porn star caliber, and I'm thinking again that I walked into some kind of fucking porno shoot, and now I'm watching this girl suck on this foot long cock. And she's a pro at it. I hadn't given many blow jobs at the time, and the ones that I did give I didn't have the time to do right because we were always in some kind of hurry, or the guys blew their load in 15 seconds," Emily giggled, "But she knew what she was doing. I learned a lot about what I now know about blow jobs that night. Anyhow by now my clit is throbbing so I slid a hand inside my thong and started touching myself."

Emily paused again, looking back and forth between Lisa and me. "Is this doing anything for you?" She asked.

"Yes," I said. I was hard as a rock. I shifted in my recliner.

Lisa was staring at Emily. She nodded her head.

"Okay, good," Emily said, "So she's sucking on that cock and I'm getting off watching them. After a few minutes I make eye contact with the guy and he just sticks out a finger and crooks it like this," she pauses to make the gesture, "Like come here, so I come closer, and the girl stops her blow job to look at me, and she takes him in her hand and points his cock at me as if to say, okay, it's your turn. So I get on my knees and take the cock from her. And it's even bigger up close! I could hardly get my hand around it. I put it in my mouth and I start sucking on it. I couldn't get much of it in my mouth, and the girl starts giving me pointers, like how to open my mouth and get my teeth out of the way, and how to relax my throat so I could take more of him without gagging, really teaching me how to give a good blow job."

"We were passing him back and forth, and the guy was just standing there. Every once in a while he would just grunt. I remember thinking any other guy would've cum by now, two hot chicks sucking on his cock. Eventually the girl says 'you massage his balls like this' and she shows me, and while I'm doing that she deep throats him, and I mean she swallows the whole fucking thing, and he just loses it. Ooh, ahh, oh baby, he starts moaning, and starts fucking her face. He must have shot a huge load because it was dribbling down her lips."

"When he's done she kisses me, and we start swapping his cum back and forth. It must have gone on for a few minutes. Eventually the guy puts a hand on my shoulder, and I look up, and he's holding two glasses of wine, one for each of us to wash out our mouths. So we all sit down on the couch and we're drinking the wine, and the guy says 'why don't you two get better acquainted while I recover?' So I look over at the girl and she smiles at me, and she stands up and takes my hand, and leads me over to the fireplace."

"There's this big white shag rug in front of the fireplace. She stops to take off her heels so I do too and I realize we're the same height in our bare feet. She grabs me and kisses me and I reach behind her to undo her bra, and I pull it off and her tits are huge! Did I say that already? I knew they were fake from when I felt her up before but they were perfect, E cups, maybe bigger, with these big pale nipples. I tell her I want to suck on them and she goes over and lies down on the rug, and I kneel down beside her and start playing with them with my hands and kissing them."

Emily paused to shift in her seat, crossing her legs. "So I'm sucking on her tits, and I feel her hand slide down to my crotch, and she starts fingering me over my thong, so I slide my hand down into her black lace panties, and I feel she's completely shaved. It's the first time I'd seen that too," Emily said with a wink. "So we do that for a while, and we both start moaning and gasping. Eventually the girl moans 'take this off' meaning my thong, so I stop what I'm doing and pull my thong off, and she pulls her panties off, and she grabs me and pulls me down to the rug beside her, and she leans over and starts sucking my tits."

"I'm so turned on by now, everything is tingling, and I'm moaning, and I don't want to touch myself because I'll cum right there. She kisses her way down my body until she reaches my pussy, and she gives my clit one lick, just one long lick, and I cum. I'm screaming and thrashing on the rug, and she just looks at me and smiles, and swings her one leg over me and now we're in a sixty-nine."

Emily paused again, and I glanced at Lisa. She was fidgeting, like she didn't know what to do with her hands. "Let me guess," I cut in, "Your first lesbian sixty-nine?"

"Actually, no," Emily said, "Not really. My first one was... well... I can't tell you when or with whom because I was sworn to secrecy." Emily grinned at me, and I was left wondering who she had a lesbian experience with. "So anyway, we're sixty-nining, and I've got this pussy in my face, and I'm trying to make her cum. I'm licking her clit and fingering her pussy, and she mumbles 'stick a finger in my ass' so I slide a finger on my other hand in up to the knuckle. She starts moaning and shaking, and she lets out this squeal and cums, and I was thinking yeah, I just made this world class hottie cum. She recovers and attacks my pussy again, and I'm still working hers."

"All of a sudden there's the shadow over me. I'd completely forgotten the guy was there. He's standing over us, and he's fully hard again. He gets down on his knees over me and grabs the girl's hips, and I just get out of the way and he plunges that cock right into her pussy. Now I'm basically lying underneath them while he takes her doggie-style. The girl is still playing with my pussy while he fucks her and I'm still playing with her clit. He's only getting maybe nine inches into her and she's grunting with every thrust, like ugh, ugh, ugh. After a couple of minutes he pulls it out of her and points it at my mouth, and I take my cue and start sucking on it the best I can."

"After a few seconds he takes it and puts it back into her, and well, they just go at it. I mean, fifteen minutes, half an hour, I completely lost track of time. He's pounding into her, and every few minutes she cums, and I start to wonder how either of them have the stamina for this. I mean, I was just lying under them and the girl was playing with me the whole time, and I had maybe two orgasms, and after a while I felt like I could just go to sleep! Finally the guy starts grunting and he pulls out of her and starts jerking off all over her back and ass." 

Emily pauses to demonstrate, grabbing an imaginary cock and jerking it and grunting and laughing. "So the guy gets up and walks away, and the girl pulls herself up and off of me, and leaves me lying there. After a minute I get up and the girl had cleaned up and is getting dressed, and the guy's getting dressed, and I'm thinking wait, we're done? I didn't want to say anything and sound naïve so I put my thong back on and walk over to where my dress was and put it back on. The girl comes over and gives me a kiss and says 'thank you.' And I was just speechless. Then the guy comes over and hands me a $100 bill and says 'this is to make sure you get home safe.' And I'm just like whoa, just like that? And I don't even get a chance to try out that cock? And the guy, he just looks me up and down, and says, 'honey, you've gotta start small. This thing would break you in two.'"

"And I'm about to protest, but he takes me by the shoulder and walks me to the elevator, and that was it. I got a cab home with plenty left over, but I felt cheap, and cheated. I could've handled that cock, you know. I kept going back to that same bar for weeks after looking for them but I never saw them again. I never saw another cock that big again," Emily said. She had a faraway look in her eye, like to this day she still wondered what it would've been like. "It took me a while to realize that they were a couple, and that they went out together to find people like me to bring home with them. Anyway, that was the best threesome I ever had... before us," she added. "Did you like the story?"

"Yes," I said. I looked over at Lisa. She was still just staring at Emily. "I can't believe you would do something like that," she finally said, "Just go off with two complete strangers like that. Anything could've happened."

"Well, when you're 19, you really don't think about things like that," Emily said. "I always used to think that when I was older, like 30," she added with a giggle, "I'll have all these great experiences to reminisce about, you know, when I'm too old to do anything. I know I put myself in some dangerous situations, and believe me, that wasn't even the worst by a long shot, but I got through it okay." Emily took a deep breath, looking from me to Lisa and back to me. "Okay, so who's next?" She asked. "Joe?"




My Best Friend Emily Ch. 06



"I'm sorry to say that there aren't any stories I have to tell about my sexual past that would hold a candle to anything that happened within the past two weeks," I said.

Emily laughed, but Lisa made a face, and I realized that I basically just dismissed our whole relationship. "I'm sorry, honey," I said, "But you have to admit that there isn't much about our sex life worth sharing."

"Well what about..." Lisa started to say, and then she stopped. "You're right," she eventually said. "We had a lot of sex over the years, but it was just sex."

"Good sex," I chimed in.

"But when we're older," Lisa continued, "We wouldn't have had any great experiences to reminisce about."

"Joe, you must have had some encounter worth telling," Emily said, "If not with Lisa, something before."

I pretended to give it some thought. "No, not really," I said.

"But you were with women before Lisa," Emily continued.

"Yeah," I said, "But it was all clumsy young love. There's nothing worth telling. Besides, you would know pretty much everyone before Lisa, so it wouldn't be fair to kiss and tell."

"Really?" Emily asked. "Like who? Suzy Clements?"

"We had sex once," I said, "She was a virgin. It was one time in missionary position. She dumped me a week later. She just wanted to lose her virginity to a nice guy."

"Chrissy Tompkins?" Emily asked, undaunted.

"We never even had sex," I replied, "Senior prom was going to be the big night for us. She drank too much and spent the whole night puking. We broke up the next day. She was too embarrassed to stay with me, she said."

"Julie Simmons?" Emily asked.

"Hah!" I all but shouted. "Julie Simmons! We went out once. She kissed me on the cheek and said she had a nice time. I went to ask her out in the hallway a couple of days later and I found her making out with Billy Bob Robertson. Fucking redneck," I added.

Emily's face was all scrunched up; trying to come up with names of other women I might have been with. "Well, Suzy Clements wasn't your first," she eventually said, evidently not giving up, "Who did you lose your virginity to?"

"Ahh... you don't know," I said tauntingly.

"So who was it?" Emily asked.

"I can't tell," I said. Emily let out a humph. "All I'll tell you is it's somebody you know, and the sex wasn't really worth talking about."

"Well it's never good the first time," Emily said. "Practice makes perfect, right?"

"Right," I said.

There was a pause as we all looked at each other, waiting for someone else to pick up the conversation. Emily eventually spoke again, "You didn't have any experiences in college worth talking about, before you met Lisa?" She asked me.

"No, my freshman year of college was sex-free, I'm afraid. You know freshman guys could never get laid," I added, "All of the freshman girls in my dorm would hook up with upper-classmen and then come crying to me when they dumped them, not that I'm bitter or anything."

"Wow," Emily said, "I always thought, I mean, I always figured, you know, you were getting your share of the action. If I knew it was this bad for you I would've helped you out a little," she added with a wink. I was about to snap at her, so she added quickly, "Not me personally. I would've put in a good word for you, helped you hook up with some of the sluttier chicks in our school."

"Gee, thanks," I deadpanned.

"Hey, what's a best pal for?" Emily replied. "I'll go dust off the Delorean," she added with a giggle.

"Just let me have the girlfriend from the first movie instead of the second," I said, "She was much hotter."

Emily and I laughed, but Lisa was looking at me funny. "I've never heard you talk about other women like that," Lisa said.

"You mean like objects?" I said. "Sorry. It was just a joke."

Emily jumped in quickly, trying to change the subject. "What about you Lisa? Do you have any good stories to tell?" She asked. "Since Joe's past was so boring," she added in a mumble.

"Me?" Lisa asked. "No."

"Come on," Emily said, "You must have something worth telling."

"No, not really," Lisa said.

"You said you were with a couple of women before Joe," Emily said.

"Yeah, so?" Lisa said.

"Well, tell us about it," Emily said, "There must be something worth talking about."

"It was just..." Lisa started to say.

I chimed in, "Any story about two women together is worth telling."

Lisa glared at me. "Fine. I'll tell you my story," she said. She took a deep breath, and her annoyance washed away. "I always knew I was... different, but I didn't really understand it for a while. Like you've said, growing up in that conservative environment didn't help. Being told that homosexuality is a sin, yet having those types of feelings... it was very confusing. I did have a couple of... let's call them moments with girls growing up. I had a couple of moments with boys too, but I felt nothing. When I graduated from Catholic school I pushed to go to the state college. I wanted to be a teacher, and that was where I would get the best education. It was also far enough away that I would have to live in the dorm. A co-ed dorm. My parents were horrified, but I was always a 'good girl', and they trusted me not to make any poor decisions." 

Lisa chuckled. "If they only knew half the things I did my freshman year," she mumbled. "Just tried. A little alcohol, a little pot, just to verify that I didn't like those things." Lisa paused, taking another deep breath. "I resisted the urge to experiment sexually for a while, but eventually I gave in. I went to this party, this frat party. I knew not to drink anything. There were enough rumors about date rape drugs and I was terrified, but I went anyway. I was really just looking to hook up with a guy and get it over with. I told myself I would pick out the cutest guy and... well... I didn't really have a plan. It didn't turn out the way I thought. I went there with my roommate. My freshman roommate was a slut and an alcoholic. She was kind enough not to bring boys or alcohol back to our room but she would go on benders and disappear for days at a time. Anyway I had told her I wanted to go to a frat party with her so she brought me, had a couple of quick drinks and disappeared."

"I was left standing there in a corner, trying to look inconspicuous, already wondering how I would get home. I was thinking I would meet a guy, and we would... hook up... and the rest would work itself out. So I'm standing there looking for someone who was unattached, and who wasn't falling down drunk, and I was getting discouraged. I was starting to think that I would just walk home. It wasn't far from campus, and I had a little mace spray thing on my keychain. I was actually standing there practicing looking intimidating. I took two steps towards the door... and I hear someone call my name. I turn around and I see my lab partner from my biology class. She was well... I hate to call someone plain, but she was short and stocky, with short brown hair. Her ears had so many piercings you couldn't even count them. I guess now I would call her a bull dyke, but I was still pretty naïve then and didn't really think about her sexual orientation. She knew her stuff in class and we got along okay, and I really didn't think of her beyond that before that night."

"Her name was Debbie. 'I'm surprised to see you here,' she said to me. I told her I came with my roommate, who was nowhere to be seen. She said that she came with her roommate too, that she was trying to keep her out of trouble. So we were sharing stories about our crazy roommates. She was drinking a beer, and I asked her about it, and she says oh, I don't trust the drinks at these things, and she points to her fanny pack. I can see there are a few cans of beer stuffed in there. She asked if I wanted one, and I said okay, so she hands me one, but I didn't have more than a sip. It tasted awful. So we're standing there chatting, and now that I'm out of the shadows guys are coming over and trying to pick me up and completely ignoring Debbie, and I'm thinking, what a bunch of assholes, so I look over at Debbie and say wanna get out of here, and she says sure, and we're walking out together, and the guys we just walked away from are shouting 'dykes!' and Debbie just turns around and flips them off and laughs."

Lisa paused, and I cut in. "Wait, I think I know who you're talking about," I said, "Well, I'd seen her around campus. You're right about her," I added, "Total bull dyke. And that was... she was..." I trailed off.

Lisa gave me a look, but she didn't respond to me. "I didn't feel scared walking back to the dorm at night with her, I'll say that much," she continued as if I didn't even interrupt her. "We went to her room, and we sat down on the bed, and all of a sudden she turns to me and says, 'you're gay, aren't you?' And I was just shocked. I mean, I knew I had feelings of attraction towards women, but I didn't think anybody else picked up on it. I was just staring at her, and she said 'I'm sorry if I was wrong. I usually have pretty good gaydar, and I had a feeling about you.'"

"And I remember sitting there thinking, maybe it would be good to tell somebody about what I'm feeling, so I start telling her everything, about how I was practicing making out with my best friend once and it got really weird and she never spoke to me again, about the huge crush I had on my female high school English teacher, and my male math teacher. And I didn't understand bi-sexuality at all at the time, like how can I be attracted to both? And how my church taught that same-sex attraction was an abomination and that I used to think seriously about asking to go to one of those camps where they change you, to condition the impure feelings out, but it was me, you know, it was who I am, and why would I want to change that?"

Lisa paused to wipe away a tear. I felt like I was getting choked up too. I never knew any of this about her. I glanced at Emily, and she was perched at the edge of her seat, like she was about to jump up and comfort her.

Lisa sniffled, "And Debbie just sat there and listened to all of it," she continued, "And you know sometimes how you get familiar with someone, and you stare at them, even someone you didn't think was attractive, and you start to see them differently? Well, she did have these really nice hazel eyes, under the buzz cut and all the piercings." Lisa chuckled. "I'm not even sure who kissed who really," she added, "But suddenly we were making out on her bed, and it felt, I don't know, right? My prior experiences, girls or guys, there was always something off about them. This was..." Lisa paused, "I'm sorry, I can't give a graphic description like you did," she said to Emily. "It was so emotional," she continued, "We explored each other, and she gave me my first orgasm, and I reciprocated, and we just fell asleep in each other's arms. And that's it," Lisa said, "That's the story of my first sexual experience."

We were all silent for a few moments, and then I said, "Wait, whatever happened between you and Debbie?"

"Well, the next morning we went down to the dining hall for breakfast," Lisa said, "And after that we just went our separate ways. We were still lab partners, and friends, but nothing ever happened between us again." Lisa shrugged. "I don't know. I used to wonder about it. Maybe it was just a star-crossed night. Maybe she just liked to sleep with bi-curious girls and try to turn them. I knew deep down that she wasn't really my type, that if I was going to be with women that I wouldn't really go for the 'bull dyke' type, and maybe she sensed that too. I don't know," she added with a shrug.

We were all silent for a while, lost in our own thoughts. "Okay, my turn again," Emily said. "I'll tell you about my other threesome from college." She looked at me and Lisa, and we both nodded at her. "Okay," she said. "This one took place at USC, and it was two guys..."

"Boring!" I shouted.

"Quiet, you!" Emily shot back. "It was these two guys I used to hang out with in the dorm. They were, well the best way to describe them would be metrosexual. It was the 'in' thing to be then. The hair, the clothes, the manicured beards, the jewelry. To be honest, I wasn't really into that type. I liked my rugged, corn-fed mid-western guys," Emily said, looking at me. I turned around; like I was expecting to see someone she was describing standing right behind me. 

"Funny," Emily deadpanned, "But the real reason I hung out with them was because they were the dorm's drug connection. I know, I know," Emily added quickly, before I could say anything, "I made my mistakes. I don't do drugs anymore. One night we were hanging out late at night, just the three of us. It was real quiet. Nowhere to go, nobody coming over to buy anything, and the three of us were, well, high. And I thought they were gay. I mean, neither of them had made a move on me yet. It turns out they were just, you know, bi-sexual."

I made a distasteful face, and Emily pounced on it. "Oh, it's okay for Lisa and I to be into men and women, but you don't like the idea of bi-sexual men?"

I shrugged. "I don't know," I said, "There was always something... off-putting about men that are into other men. You know I'm not homophobic, but I'm not bi-sexual. I have no sexual attraction towards men at all, so the thought of men... together... is..."

"Relax Joe," Emily said, "I'm just pushing your buttons. If you don't want to hear the story, I won't tell you."

"I want to hear it," Lisa chimed in, and I turned to look at her. "You were the one who wanted me to expand my horizons and open myself to new experiences," Lisa said to me. "I want to hear Emily's story."

"Okay, fine," I said.

"Just put your fingers in your ears," Emily said, "I'll kick you when it's over."

"I'll be fine," I said, "Go ahead and tell your story."

"Okay," Emily said, "Well, like I said, we were just sitting around, high. And, well, I was horny. I hadn't gotten laid in a while. I was thinking that maybe I would just go back to my room and take care of myself, but I knew my roommate was there, and she was so uptight. 'No masturbating while I'm trying to sleep,' she used to say," Emily giggled at the silly voice she used, "So I didn't want to go back there. I was thinking, as clearly as I could think, that maybe I could get something going there. Even if the guys weren't interested in me, well, maybe I could get them going with each other, and I'd have a kinky show to watch." 

Emily winked at me, and I shuddered. "So I say that I'm really hot, and I'm going to take off some of my clothes. So I start pulling off my top, and I'm trying to make it like a little strip tease, and the two guys are just sitting there on the bed staring at me, and I'm thinking maybe they're just too stoned to do anything. But I didn't want to give up on my idea so quickly, so I sidled up to Michael, he was the one that I thought was cuter, and I start giving him a little lap dance. And I felt it. He was hard. I was having an effect on him. So I straddle him and I kiss him, and we're making out, and I feel the other guy, Steven, grab my boob through my bra, and I'm thinking yeah, I got these stoned metro guys horny. So I climb off of Michael and onto Steven's lap and start kissing him, and Michael starts undressing, and I start undressing Steven, and..."

Emily paused, as if she was having trouble remembering what happened next. "The drugs made things kinda fuzzy, so the next memory I have is that I'm giving Michael a blow job while Steven is taking me from behind. And pot, you know, it makes everything seem better than it really is, so the sex itself probably wasn't really that great, but I got off, and that's all that mattered. Steven blows his load all over my back, and Michael cums on my face, and we just collapse in a heap on the bed. And I remember lying there thinking whoa, two guys at once, I'm a whore, and that it was the funniest thing, and I'm laughing and laughing, and the guys were looking at me like I was crazy. And I just suddenly realize I'm all covered in their cum, so I excuse myself to go clean up. When I came back, they were, well, kissing each other."

"You can put your fingers over your ears now," Emily said to me, "This is the part you won't want to hear."

"No, it's okay," I said to her, "I'm okay."

"Whatever," Emily said, "So I'm thinking do I jump back in there? Do I leave? I ended up just sitting in a chair. I was still stoned, so I was kind of dizzy. And I watched them. They were making out, they had a hand on each other's dicks. Then they took turns sucking each other off. I thought it was so hot, watching a guy suck off another guy. I got myself off watching them, but all I did was watch. When they were done they pulled out some X, and I hated that shit, so I gathered up my clothes and left. I don't even think I got dressed. I walked through my dorm naked," Emily giggled, "But it was the middle of the night and all the good students were asleep."

"Jeez..." I said.

"I told you I did some crazy things," Emily said to me. "I was very lucky. I never got any STD's, or raped, or anything horrible; and I know things could've turned out much differently for me. That was one of the last crazy nights I had, really. Those two guys got busted a couple of weeks later, and kicked out of school, to say the least. I was flunking all of my classes. I smoked a lot of pot and hardly ever went to class. My parents said that they weren't going to pay for any more school if I didn't get my act together, and it was partly because those guys got busted, and I could've very well been there and ended up in jail with them, that caused me to wake up and think maybe it was time to get my shit together."

"So I left USC and came home. Three years and two schools, and I had 30 transferable credits to show for it. I enrolled in state college a fourth year sophomore; and I looked up my old buddy Joe, and you were already finishing up your bachelors, and engaged. And I thought to myself, well, that's life. But we're here now," Emily added quickly, before I could jump in with a comment about how she thought I would be waiting for her or something.

"Well, at least you have stories to tell your grandkids," Lisa said.

"Haha, yeah! Come gather around kiddies, while Grandma Emily tells you all about how she got high and screwed by two guys at once," she said in her best old lady voice. "At any rate, I don't really want kids," Emily added.

Lisa's mouth dropped open. "You don't want kids?" She asked.

"No," Emily replied, and she shrugged. "I never did. I guess you can say I know how selfish I am, and how needy children are. I don't see myself as a good mother."

"I'm sure you'd be a great mother," Lisa said, "I've never heard of anybody not wanting to have kids," she added wondrously.

"Well I'd need to find a dad, for starters," Emily said, "And you have dibs on the only guy I know I'd consider it with."

Lisa looked confused for a moment, and then she realized it was me Emily was talking about. "Oh," Lisa said, "Right."

"So why haven't you two had any kids yet, if you don't mind my asking?" Emily asked. I think she was actually a little peeved by Lisa's reaction to her saying she didn't want kids. 

"Oh! Well," Lisa said, "I wanted to have a kid by now. You know, first, I thought I'd finish my masters. Then, I wanted to make tenure. Now, well, things hadn't been so good between me and Joe..." she trailed off. "And now, I kind of want to see this through," she added. "This..." she said, meaning the three of us, "Would be a weird environment to raise a child in. I always thought I would have a family by 30, but things keep getting in the way."

"We have plenty of time," I said.

"A few years, at least," Lisa added, and we ended up staring at each other.




My Best Friend Emily Ch. 06



"So, any other stories to share?" Emily asked after a few moments, eager to change the subject. "Joe? Anything?"

"I'll tell you one story from my freshman year," I said.

"Oh, goodie!" Emily said, clapping her hands, "Joe has a story!"

"Well, it's not as great as you'd hope," I said, "But it's something... sexual. It was during my freshman year," I began, "And my roommate, well, he was kind of an ass. One weekend his girlfriend came up from whatever school she had gone to. Listening to his side of their phone conversations... was sickening," I added, "Bleh. But anyway, we were all underage but we were able to score a six pack and drank it in the room."

"The girl, she was, forgive me both of you, a hottie, long blonde hair, a tall, skinny girl with nice boobs. My roommate was able to get a girl like her because he had honed his 'nice guy' persona. That's what made listening to him talk to her on the phone so sickening. The way he talked to her... it wasn't the way he talked to anyone else. All sugary and baby this, baby that. What a phony. Anyway we didn't do anything much, just sat around drinking the beer and watching TV and talking until late, and then we went to sleep. And Drew, my roommate, the idiot knew I was a light sleeper and an insomniac, so god knows why he dared to do what he did next, but after half an hour or so I start to hear moaning."

"Oh man, you got to witness some roommate sex?" Emily all but shouted. 

"Well, it was pitch black," I said, "And I was on the other side of the room. And I'm lying there pissed as hell, like, what was he thinking? What was the girl thinking?"

"Maybe they were hoping you'd join in," Emily cut in again.

I shushed her. "It's all the girl moaning, too, so I'm thinking he's getting her off. It certainly didn't sound like they were actually fucking. But it goes on, and on, and I'm lying there thinking I really want to get some fucking sleep, and I was a little buzzed... so..." I started giggling because even ten years later the thought of what I did cracked me up, "I got out of bed... and I went to the closet and found where I kept a bag of potato chips... and I pulled up a desk chair... right in front of their bed... and I just sat the fuck down... right by the bed... and I took a potato chip and... CRUNCH," by this point I was laughing so hard I couldn't speak.

Emily and Lisa were laughing too. "Oh my God," Emily said, "What did they do?"

It took me several seconds before I could pick up the story again. "They jumped! All of a sudden you see the sheets flying. Drew jumps out of the bed; he's still in his boxers, at least. The girl, whatever state of undress she was in, she was hidden under the sheets. I made a point of not looking too closely, damn my upbringing. And Drew, he's like, 'oh my God, I thought you were sleeping, I'm so sorry.' And I was just like, yeah whatever, and I put the chips away and went to bed. Needless to say," I added, "The girl never slept over in our room again."

"Oh my God, that was so funny," Emily said. "I would've tried to climb in bed with them, but that's me."

"I've got a roommate story too," Lisa suddenly said, and we turned to look at her. "Well, mine was kind of different. I told you my freshman roommate was an alcoholic, but when she went on her benders she stayed away. Well, one night right at the end of the school year, I mean, my last night on campus, because I had just finished my last final and was leaving in the morning, she suddenly stumbles in, and I can tell, she's wasted. I was still awake, packing, and I was startled to see her. And she kind of looks around the room, and focuses on me, and she shouts, 'hey, Lisa! How's school going?' And she staggers over to her bed and plops down, and she just starts talking."

"Her speech is slurred and I don't understand half of what she's saying to me. She's going on and on and... I'm thinking... I really wanted to have another sexual experience before I left school. And my roommate... she was... well... the opposite of Debbie. She was blonde and gorgeous. She was from Fargo, North Dakota, and when she was lucid she had the cutest accent. So I sat down on the bed next to her, and she just kept talking and talking. I don't know if she even knew what she was saying, but I pretended I was having a conversation with her, and I inched closer to her, and when she said something that she thought was funny, I laughed, and I used it as an excuse to put my hand on her knee."

"And she just kept going. She seemed totally oblivious to what I was trying to do. I ended up waiting for her to stop to take a breath, and I kissed her. And she... reeked of alcohol, but I didn't care. I thought she would push me away and freak out, but she didn't. I don't really know if she was into it or too drunk to realize what was happening, but she didn't try to stop me. So we were making out... and I was getting turned on, so I start playing with her boobs. And I pulled off her top... and her bra... and she kind of fell back onto the bed... and I took off the rest of her clothes... and I took off mine... and she... well... she was still awake... she was kind of mumbling."

"I started playing with her boobs... touching them and playing with her nipples... I was fascinated. I never played with myself. Masturbation is a sin, you know. And Debbie was basically flat-chested. These were real boobs. The first pair I ever played with. And it was... nice. And when I got my fill of her boobs... I went down to her... you know... and I played with that. And I think she was pretty much unconscious by then, but I didn't care. I explored with my fingers... all the different spots... and I got down there with my mouth... and she was... so sweet... but I was getting no response from her, so eventually I stopped. I pulled the sheets over her, put my nightgown on and went to bed. I cried myself to sleep, I was so frustrated."

"But masturbation was a sin," Lisa said again. She shifted uneasily in her seat, looking from me to Emily. We were both just staring at her. "In the morning she was still out cold. I checked to make sure she was still breathing, and I went down to breakfast. When I came back she was gone. My parents came and moved my stuff out and... well... I never saw or heard from her again. Sometimes I wonder if... she even knew... if she remembered anything that happened that night." Lisa blinked, and a tear rolled down her cheek. "I've never told anybody about that, not even in confession. I feel so horrible, like, I should look her up and apologize. But I never tried. So... that's my story. I'm no better than those disgusting frat boys I was so scared of. I took advantage of a drunk girl."

Lisa trailed off, and I realized that she was waiting for us to say something, to comfort her or condemn her. I glanced at Emily, and we made eye contact. I was speechless. I was hoping Emily would have something to say, and as usual she ended up doing something I didn't expect. She laughed. "You're lucky that girl didn't piss all over you when you were going down on her," she said.

"Wh... what?" Lisa asked. That wasn't the response she was expecting.

"And no... odds are she didn't remember a thing in the morning," Emily continued. "I'm sorry. I have no respect for girls like that. Those 'poor' girls that didn't know when to stop, who drank themselves into oblivion and put themselves in vulnerable positions. The ones that were naïve enough to or out of control enough to put themselves in those kinds of situations. I did some scary things, but I knew my limits. I never lost control of myself, not completely. I never woke up in the morning and didn't know where I was or what I did the night before. I always had kind of a sense about who I could trust, like that guy in New York. I knew, I just knew, that nothing bad would happen."

"So I have no sympathy for your roommate, I'm sorry," Emily said. "I have much more sympathy for you," Emily said, "That you felt like you had to resort to taking advantage of someone like that, that you didn't think you could get yourself off when you needed release."

Lisa was just staring at Emily. She couldn't believe her reaction. "Yeah, but, you know, she probably trusted me," Lisa said, "She probably thought, I drank too much, and I'll just go back to my room and sleep it off. What could happen to me there?"

"Do you want to see if we can look her up?" I asked. I was already on my feet, heading to go get my laptop. Lisa didn't believe in social media. She wasn't on Facebook or Twitter. She never cared to look up old friends and didn't care if anyone was looking for her. I fired up my laptop and went back to the living room. I sat back down; the laptop perched on my lap. I opened up Google. "Okay," I said to Lisa, "What's the girl's name?"

Lisa told me. Luckily it was a pretty long, distinctive Scandinavian name. It wouldn't be too hard to find her, if there was anything to find, I thought. Sure enough, the first hit on the page confirmed the worst thing imaginable:

WOMAN, 26, DIES OF DRUG OVERDOSE

The story was from four years ago, and it described Lisa's roommate's long battle with alcohol and drug addiction, how her family and friends tried to get her into rehab, how she finally overdosed on a combination of alcohol and painkillers she had stolen from her father's medicine cabinet.

"Oh my God!" Lisa wailed, and she burst into tears. Emily and I just let her cry it out. "It could be my fault," Lisa eventually said, "At least a little."

"Hey," Emily said to get Lisa's attention. "Whatever that girl was running from, the demons were inside her long before she ever met you. I'm sorry you won't get to talk to her, to find out if she remembered, to apologize, to get your closure, but you can't feel guilty. This wasn't about you."

Lisa sniffled. "I know you think so," Lisa said, "But I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself. Whether or not she remembered and whatever effect it may have had on her, I did a pretty horrible thing." 

"All of us have done something horrible to someone else at some point in their lives," Emily said, "Lied to someone, cheated at cards, stole... well not necessarily stole... borrowed clothes and never gave it back... cut someone off in traffic..."

"You think what I did was the same as cutting somebody off in traffic?" Lisa asked incredulously. "I violated that poor girl." Emily looked like she was about to say something else, but Lisa cut her off. "Look, I appreciate your attempts to downplay it, but you're not making me feel any better. I have to live with it..." Lisa mumbled. She turned to look at me. I was still speechless. I had no idea what to say to her. Lisa rose to her feet. "Look, it's late, and I'm pretty tired. I just want to go to sleep." She looked at me, and she looked at Emily, and then she turned and headed to the bedroom.

After Lisa left Emily and I stared at each other for a few seconds. I wondered what Emily really thought about what Lisa did. As usual, what Emily said next was completely unexpected. "It kind of helps you understand priests, doesn't it?" Emily asked. 

"What?" I asked. "Huh?"

"Well, sexual repression," Emily continued, "The things you end up doing. The things you tell yourself are okay. Sexuality is such a fundamental part of who we are. Denying it leads to all sorts of things. It's like Matt Damon said in Dogma, 'if only they'd let us jerk off every once in a while.'" Emily chuckled. "You haven't said anything," Emily added, "What do you think?"

I paused to collect my thoughts. "I think pretty much like you do," I said, "Poor Lisa. She did a horrible thing, and she's had to live with it. She's going to have to live with it. I mean, Lisa said that the girl was kissing her back," I added, "Maybe she really did want to, maybe if she wasn't so drunk..." I trailed off. "I don't know." I mumbled. "What I do think is that we shouldn't leave her alone right now."

"Okay," Emily said, and we stood up and went into the master bedroom. Lisa had changed into her nightgown and was climbing into bed.

"Leave me alone. I mean it," Lisa said threateningly.

"No," I said to her. "Not this time."

"We care about you," Emily said.

Lisa stared at us, her face inscrutable. "Fine," she finally said. "But I just want to sleep. I'm not in the mood for anything else." She slid under the sheets and closed her eyes.

Emily and I looked at each other. I could sense what she was thinking. All of the sexy stories we were telling was going to be foreplay. The sobering ending to the night killed the mood for me, but Emily's sex drive was stronger. She shrugged, and I nodded. She suddenly turned and walked back to her room, and I began to think that maybe I misread her intentions, that she intended to leave me alone with Lisa and sleep in the spare bedroom. I stripped to my boxers and climbed into bed. I put my arm around Lisa and kissed her cheek, but she didn't budge. 

Just then Emily reemerged, wearing a long pink Victoria's Secret nightgown, not unlike the ones that Lisa liked. She moved silently around the room until she was on the far side of our king sized bed. I watched her move around the room. She stopped at the side of the bed, and glanced to make sure that Lisa was still facing the other way with her eyes closed. She took hold of the hem of the nightgown with both hands, slowly lifting it up until it was above her breasts, to show me that she was wearing nothing underneath. She let the nightgown fall back down, smiling at me. She climbed into bed, and we arranged ourselves so that I was in the middle, Lisa curled up on her usual side of the bed, and Emily on the other. 

"Goodnight," Emily whispered, and I felt her brush her hand against my boxers. I felt myself growing hard at her touch. Damn her, I thought to myself, trying to will my arousal away. Turnabout is fair play, I thought to myself. "Goodnight," I whispered back, reaching around to caress her breast. Emily exhaled sharply and shifted in her place, and I smiled, knowing I had the same effect on her.

As usual, sleep did not come easily that night. The afternoon nap didn't help, but the events of the evening kept playing over and over in my mind. I thought about what Emily said, about people denying their sexuality and how it makes them crazy. Lisa was raised in a horrible environment. Keeping things to herself was the only way she knew how to deal with anything. In a way it was a big step that she was finally telling me her secrets. She shared the truth about her sexual preferences, her kinky side, and the horrible truth about what she did with her roommate. 

I spent a long time trying to reconcile my feelings about that story. I felt like I should be been horrified, or outraged, but I wasn't. Did Lisa take advantage of her roommate? Yes. If the girl had woken up in the morning had remembered what had happened, had determined that she had been violated... had gone to tell someone about it... well obviously that didn't happen. Did she really not remember it at all? Did she wake up and simply not care? Did she chalk it up to just another in a long series of mornings of waking up and not knowing where she was, how she got there, or what had happened to her? Did she remember Lisa kissing her, touching her, and was simply too embarrassed to face her? 

The different possibilities started going around and around in my mind, and I finally decided that I couldn't condemn Lisa for her actions, and pushed those thoughts from my mind. I thought about the events of the day, the angry sex I had with Emily in the morning, the muddy, rainy encounter I had with Lisa, and the role-playing adventure I walked in on and became a part of. I had to fight off another wave of arousal. After an hour or more of lying there thinking I finally felt exhaustion setting in, and drifted off to sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

I hope you enjoyed this story. It was more about character development than sex, obviously, and I hope that nothing was too disturbing for anyone. I also hope that the fact that this story didn't focus completely on sex didn't bore you all, and lastly, in the words of Garth at the end of the Wayne's World movie, "I just hope you didn't think it sucked." As always, feedback is appreciated if not openly solicited.



My Best Friend Emily Ch. 07



Welcome to the final part of this ongoing series. I will warn you in advance that there is some very disturbing subject matter in this story. As always, any similarities to anything you may have seen or heard before is a complete accident.

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I was awake in the darkness.

I knew that I was jolted awake by a disturbing dream, but the details didn't stay with me. I groaned. I was really hoping for a good night's sleep, and here I was awake in the middle of the night. My heart was racing, and I knew it was going to take a while to fall back to sleep. I was momentarily startled when I heard soft breathing to the right of me, and then I remembered that Emily was in the bed with us. The memories of the previous night flooded back to me again, the revelation of what Lisa did in college. I pushed those thoughts away. I didn't want to think about that now. I wanted to sleep.

I rolled over, slowly and carefully so as not to disturb anyone. Lisa was such a sound sleeper nothing would bother her, I was thinking to myself. All the nights that I tossed and turned she never woke up. I finished rolling over and peeked out of my sleepy eyelids. Then I opened my eyes wide. Lisa wasn't there.

I was wide awake now, partially amazed and partially nervous. The only time Lisa would ever be awake in the middle of the night was if she was sick. I peered toward the bathroom. The door was open. She wasn't in there. Curiosity was overwhelming me. I carefully rolled out of the bed across Lisa's vacated left side and crept out of the bedroom.

I found Lisa in the kitchen, staring out of the window behind the sink. The clouds from the storm must have passed, because the moonlight shined in through the window and illuminated Lisa's face. I hesitated at the entrance to the kitchen. What do I do? Do I talk to her? Do I comfort her? Lisa never really looked to me for comfort. At first I believed it was because she was a strong woman, but lately I had come to realize it was a sign of a troubled marriage. We were supposed to share everything and get through things together. Instead there was so much about her I didn't know. So much she kept to herself.

I shook off my apprehension. Lisa was my wife, and I would be there for her. "Lisa," I said softly, afraid that I was going to startle her. She didn't respond. "Lisa," I said again, a little louder. She still didn't acknowledge me. I took a couple of silent steps forward into the kitchen. I was barely ten feet away from her now, standing by her left side. I could see the side of her face. She was indeed just staring out into the darkness. She looked utterly catatonic. I didn't even see her blinking. I waited beside her for a few minutes, hoping she would show some sign of recognition. 

I started to get the creeps. I decided that I didn't want to break her out of whatever trance she was in. Slowly I turned and crept out of the kitchen and back into the bedroom, climbing back into bed beside Emily. I found that I was shaking, even though it was a warm and humid night. Calm down, I thought to myself. You're overreacting. I started breathing deeply to calm myself down. It was something I read about that was supposed to combat sleeplessness. Eventually I felt myself relax, and start to doze. At some point I felt Lisa climb back into bed beside me, but I wasn't sure if I had been sleeping before then or not. I pretended that I was sleeping and didn't know she was awake. I quickly drifted off again.

The next time I woke up it was morning. The birds were singing, and the sun was shining through the bedroom window. I was facing Lisa's side of the bed. She was still there, in the same position she always slept in, still as a statue. The other side of the bed was empty now. I climbed out of bed and went to find Emily. I found her in the living room, still in her nightgown. She was looking at mine and Lisa's wedding photos.

"Hey pal," Emily said when she saw me.

"Hey yourself," I replied. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Just... remembering," Emily said. "You had such a nice wedding."

"You sure you're remembering?" I asked playfully. "I seem to remember you getting pretty drunk."

"Well, open bar," Emily said with a shrug. "Lisa was a beautiful bride."

"Yeah," I said. "You were an excellent best man."

"Best woman," Emily corrected me. "I did rock that tuxedo though."

I chuckled. "Lisa's family was so annoyed with me for having a female best man. It's not traditional, they said."

"Fuck them," Emily said a little loudly, and I quickly shushed her. "If I realized then how badly they screwed that poor girl up," Emily added more softly, and then she paused. "When is your next family barbecue?"

"Stop it," I said. "You're not going to say anything."

"Fine," Emily mock pouted. She had finished going through the album, and she hopped off the sofa and put it back on the shelf. She sat back down next to me and put her hand on my knee. "I'm horny," she whispered in my ear, and giggled.

"Emily," I said, and sighed. I thought about telling her about seeing Lisa staring out of the window in the middle of the night, but I thought better of it. "Not now," I said.

It was Emily's turn to sigh. "Well I'm also hungry," she said, "How about breakfast instead?"

I smiled at her. "Waffle time?"

Emily smiled back. "Waffle time," she said.

I made the waffles and we ate in silence. We were both probably thinking about the previous Sunday, when Lisa came into the kitchen and she and Emily got into a food fight. I was thinking about them, rolling around on the floor covered in food, their night shirts riding up, and I felt myself growing hard. I squirmed in my seat.

Emily seemed to notice my arousal. I felt her bare foot sliding its way up my leg and settling into my crotch. She pressed her foot against my erection through my boxers. She winked at me as she chewed on her waffle. I started eating faster.

We finished eating and put the dishes in the sink. "Thank you for breakfast," Emily said, and she pressed herself against me and kissed me. She rubbed herself against my groin, although with our height difference my dick was pressing more against her stomach than her crotch. Emily grabbed my hand and led me out of the kitchen and into the spare bedroom. "Shall we shag now or shag later?" Emily said in her best Austin Powers accent.

"Shag now," I said, pushing aside whatever apprehension I had about Lisa. Emily guided me to the spare bed and pushed me down onto it. She grabbed my boxers and pulled them off of me. She pulled her nightgown up and off of her, and we were both naked. She climbed onto the bed and took hold of my dick, stroking it until it was fully hard. Then she moved until she was straddling me, easing herself down until the head of my cock was at the entrance to her pussy. She gasped as the head of my cock pushed through the opening. I watched her slowly slide down until I was almost all of the way inside her, marveling at how she was doing it with no foreplay. 

"You make me so wet," Emily whispered as if she was reading my mind. "I love the feeling of you inside me." Emily bottomed out and started to slowly move herself up and down. I reached up and took hold of her small breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Emily gasped and started to move herself faster. I started to get more stimulated and began pushing upwards into her as she came down. "Yes..." Emily whispered.

Our joint thrusts became faster and faster. The sounds of both of us grunting and moaning with the effort mixed with the sounds of our bodies slapping together. Emily suddenly stopped thrusting and started rolling her hips, holding me deep inside her. I felt her pressing the walls of her pussy against me, stimulating her G spot. Emily's eyes were closed, and they flew open. She gasped and her hips started jerking. I realized she was orgasming.

The stimulation of her squeezing my cock inside of her was too much for me. I felt myself go over the edge, and now I was grunting and thrusting into her, pumping spurts of cum deep into her pussy. I felt a rush of fluid as our combined orgasms lubricated Emily's pussy.

My orgasm subsided but Emily was still gasping and jerking her hips. I watched her go on for another ten seconds, and then she collapsed against me. "Oh my God, that was so good," Emily whispered in my ear. "I think I may have squirted again."

"Good morning," I heard from the doorway. I looked up and Emily turned around. Lisa was standing there with her arms folded. I stared at her, trying to read her expression and her body language. Was she upset?

"Hi," Emily said, "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," Lisa said. "You two got off to an early start," she added. To my surprise, she didn't sound angry. She sounded almost cheerful.

"Sure did," Emily said flippantly. "Care to join us?"

"No thanks," Lisa said, "I'm going to go shower and eat breakfast. Joe, don't forget to clean up the kitchen."

"Yes dear," I mumbled. I watched her turn and head back toward the master bedroom. "Did that seem weird to you?" I said to Emily when Lisa was gone.

"I guess she's finally coming around," Emily said, "Accepting the two of us sharing each other."

"I guess you're right," I said. Emily put her head on my chest and was idly playing with my chest hairs. I stared at the ceiling. Something about Lisa didn't seem right. Maybe later on after Emily left I would try to talk to her.

We lay quietly like that for a long time. Eventually Emily moved and my now flaccid penis fell out of her with a wet plop. "Wow, what a mess!" Emily exclaimed, indicating all of the fluids that were now leaking out of her, and giggled. "We should shower too, if Lisa doesn't use up all the hot water."

"Yeah," I said, and started sliding out from under her. Emily grabbed me and kissed me as I moved away. I broke the kiss. "I need to clean up the kitchen," I said.

"Okay," Emily said. "Meet me in the shower."

I walked gingerly into the kitchen, careful not to drip any of the fluids that covered my groin onto the floor. I took the dishes and threw them all in the sink, and put all of the ingredients away. I walked back into the guest bathroom. Emily was already in the shower and I joined her. Emily kissed me again as I joined her under the water. We showered quickly and with a minimum of groping and fondling. The water was indeed getting cold, and we hurried to rinse off and get out of the shower.

Emily got dressed in a t-shirt and shorts that she took out of her bag. I went to the master bedroom and dressed in a fresh t-shirt and shorts as well. Lisa was in the kitchen eating breakfast. I noted it was odd that I was able to get into the master bedroom. When Lisa caught me and Emily in bed together I was sure she was going to lock herself into the master bedroom again. Maybe she was indeed starting to come around.

Emily was waiting for me as I came out of the bedroom. "So, what are we doing today?" She asked.

"Well, actually I have a bit of shopping to do," I said. "I need to buy a new pair of sneakers. The last pair got ruined somehow."

Emily laughed. "You're lucky you just lost your sneakers. I lost my favorite sundress."

"I'll buy you a new one," I said quickly. "It's the least I can do," I added, before she could protest.

"Fine," Emily said. "When did you want to go?"

"Let's go now," I said. "We have a couple of hours until the Cards game starts."

"Okay," Emily said, and we went into the kitchen where Lisa was eating her cereal. I noted she didn't have her iPad with her. She usually read while she ate breakfast. "We're just going to go shopping for a bit," I said.

"Do you want to come with us?" Emily asked.

At first Lisa didn't respond. It looked like she didn't even hear us. Then suddenly she turned toward us. "No thanks," Lisa said, "I have some work to do."

"A teacher's work is never done, huh?" Emily said.

"No," Lisa said. She was already staring back off toward the window.

"Okay, well, see you later then," Emily said, and we turned and left the house.

It was a 15 minute drive to the nearest mall. We didn't say much to each other. I was still thinking about Lisa's odd behavior, but I didn't want to keep bringing it up with Emily. Emily's favorite Shania Twain song came on and she sung along at the top of her lungs. Emily always seemed to be having a good time.

I hate shopping. We went for sneakers first and I was grateful that the first pair of white sneakers I tried on fit me. Emily then led me to Old Navy where she took her sweet time browsing through seemingly endless racks of sundresses. I started to get antsy.

"Would you like to take my purse and wait on one of the benches outside?" Emily asked sweetly.

Ugh. I didn't want to be THAT guy. Lisa never asked me to go shopping with her, so I never had to sit or stand around while she looked for clothes or whatever. "I'm fine," I said through gritted teeth.

Emily finally pulled a dress off one of the racks. "I'm going to try this one on," she said. I followed her over to the changing rooms. Emily was looking all around. When we got to the entrance she turned and gestured to me. "Come on," she hissed. I looked around. It was early and the store was nearly empty. Even the employees were nowhere in sight. I felt a surge of anxiety. What if someone caught us? What if it was someone we knew? Emily reached back and grabbed a pair of pants on a nearby rack. "Carry these. It'll look like you're trying something on too."

I wasn't sure how well her plan would work, especially since this was the woman's dressing room. The pants she handed me were women's pants, and nowhere near my size. If I was caught I would either look like an idiot or a pervert. I still didn't move, and Emily grabbed my arm, still glancing around the store, and dragged me into the changing rooms with her. She pulled me down the narrow hall until we reached the last stall. She pulled me inside and shut the door.

"Relax," Emily snapped at me. She started pulling off her shoes. "I didn't bring you back in here to have sex or anything." She pulled her shorts down. "I just want your honest opinion." She pulled her t-shirt over her head. She was wearing a conservative looking white bra and panties set. She took the dress and stepped into it, pulling it up her body and hooked the straps around her shoulders. She turned around. "Zip me up," she said.

I obliged, zipping the dress up her back. Emily spun in place, watching herself in the mirror. It looked similar to the dress she was wearing on the day of the mud fight last week, except that it was blue. "Well, what do you think?" Emily asked, still admiring herself in the mirror, smoothing the dress out along her stomach with her hands.

"Very nice," I said, and I meant it.

Emily suddenly pressed me up against the wall and kissed me. She pushed me against the shoddy changing room wall which started shaking and made quite a racket, and I found myself listening intently for the sound of anyone approaching. I felt her hands roaming toward my crotch, and I grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and I pushed her away. "Not here," I whispered harshly.

"You're no fun," Emily pouted. "You only want to have public sex in the privacy of your own backyard."

I was flustered, and I struggled to explain myself to Emily. "Consequences," I stammered out. "If we're caught there'll be consequences."

Emily sighed. "Fine," she said, "I just wanted to get you to live a little. Take some chances."

"I've done more in the last two weeks than I ever thought I would," I said. "But there are some lines we shouldn't cross."

"If you say so," Emily said, turning her back to me. I instinctively unzipped the dress for her, and she started pulling it off. "You should put those pants back," she said, gesturing to the pair of women's pants I was clutching tightly in my hand, "You'd look like an idiot in them."

I turned and opened the changing room door. I crept out of the room, listening for the sound of anyone nearby. I didn't hear anyone. I left the changing area and dropped the pants in a pile of clothes as casually as I could.

Emily emerged a minute later, holding the sundress out to me on the hangar. "Thank you," she said like a 5 year old who just got me to buy them a toy.

I couldn't help but smile at her. I took the dress and went to pay for it. We left the store. "Is there anything else you want to do?" I asked her.

"No, let's get out of here," Emily said. "The Cards game will be starting by the time we get home."

I pulled out my phone and glanced at the time. Good lord, we must have been dress shopping for an hour! I needled Emily about it all the way to the car and halfway home. "Honey, we're home," I said when we walked in the door. No response. Curious, I searched the house for Lisa. I found the door to our bedroom office closed. Lisa must be grading papers in there and didn't hear me, I thought. I shrugged and put my new sneakers away. Emily stashed the bag with her new sundress in the spare bedroom. We met up in the hallway and went into the living room to watch the Cards game, scrunching into the recliner together.

We watched the game in silence for a while. The Cards fell behind early, and even though we were both anything but fair weather fans, it was far less fun watching baseball when your team was losing.

Eventually Emily started getting amorous again. She leaned her head down against my neck, and then slowly started kissing my neck. I took a deep breath. She was sitting on my left, and she turned toward me, running her hand along my chest and down toward my crotch. 

I decided that I was going to take charge this time and grabbed Emily, pulling her forward and into a sitting position between my legs. She squirmed and I held her tight between my arms, her back against my front. I put my lips against her ear. "Just relax and enjoy yourself," I whispered, making sure she could feel my hot breath in her ear. She had a little round ear with no earlobe. I stuck my tongue out and licked at her ear.

Emily gasped and stopped squirming. She pressed herself backward against me. I released my grip on her, my hands roaming across her torso. I slid my hands underneath her shirt and onto her breasts. I noted the absence of a bra.

Emily read my mind. "I only put the underwear on to try on clothes," she whispered. "I took them off when we got home."

"Them?" I whispered in her ear. I slid my right hand down into her shorts. Sure enough, her panties were gone too. "No underwear, you bad girl," I whispered. I slid my fingers right down along her shaved pussy, over her clitoris and pussy lips. "Ahhh," Emily moaned softly.

My left hand stayed on her breast, caressing and squeezing her small breast and rolling across her hard nipple with my fingers. My right hand stayed between her legs, sliding slowly across her pussy and clitoris. I could feel how wet she was, and I spread the wetness from her pussy along her clitoris. I concentrated on the hard bit of flesh, rolling it around my fingers. Emily squirmed.

I put my mouth against her ear again. "Does watching baseball get you hot?" I whispered.

"Yesss," Emily whispered.

"Do you ever touch yourself like this when you're watching baseball?" I asked, exhaling my hot breath into her ear.

"Mmm..." Emily moaned, "When I'm horny. All of those hot guys in those tight pants, and those muscles. I love hot sweaty guys."

"Is this how you touch yourself?" I whispered.

Emily didn't respond right away. She was pressing herself backward, pushing her butt into my crotch. I was hard and I'm sure she could feel my erection pressing against her. "Put a finger in me," she mumbled.

I obliged, sliding my middle finger down and into her pussy. She was so wet there was no resistance. Emily gasped and whimpered as I pushed my finger in up to the second knuckle. "Oh God," she whispered.




My Best Friend Emily Ch. 07



I started pumping my finger in and out of her, pressing my palm against her clit, my other hand against her breast. I moved my mouth to the nape of her neck, below her short hair. I kissed and licked and sucked at the back of her neck.

Emily didn't know what to do with herself. I was stimulating so many of her erogenous zones at once. She placed her hands on my thighs. Her breathing started coming in short gasps. She started shaking and bucking her hips against my hand. She was orgasming. "Ohh... Oh my God... that feels so good... oh yes... oh yes..." she cried as her orgasm washed over her. She reached down and grabbed my right hand from her crotch. She pulled my hand to her mouth and started sucking on my middle finger that was wet from her juices. She replaced my hand with her free hand and continued rubbing her crotch through her orgasm.

"Wow. Just... wow," Emily mumbled when she was done sucking on my finger. "That was so good." She pressed herself backward again, rubbing her butt against my erection. I released my grip on her and she moved swiftly, turning herself around until she was kissing me. I could taste her on her lips. She slowly started moving down my body, her hands roaming, her lips placing kisses over my t-shirt until her hands reached the bottom of my shirt. She pulled it up and kissed my bare belly. She slid down the recliner until her head was level with my crotch. She looked up at me then, a mischievous grin on her face.

She grabbed my shorts with both hands and I lifted my butt off the recliner to make it easier for her to pull my shorts and underwear down. My erection popped free, and Emily wasted no time, grabbing it and stroking the base while she licked at the head. I grunted and my hips jerked. Emily sucked my entire length into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my dick inside her mouth. This was the 'quickie' blow job. She was looking to get me off.

I didn't hold back. I was turned on by Emily rubbing her butt against my crotch while I got her off. I felt my orgasm arriving quickly and didn't see a reason to hold back. I moaned and thrust myself at Emily's mouth as I felt my orgasm arrive. She made a noise but continued sucking as I came inside her mouth. She ran her hands along my thighs. When I was done I fell back against the recliner. Emily released me from her mouth with a grunt.

She climbed up until her face was right in front of mine, and I recoiled, afraid she was going to try to kiss me with her mouth full of my cum. Instead she reached over and grabbed her beer from the end table. She took a long drink. "Ahh," she said. "They should market a beer geared towards women called 'ejaculation.'" She laughed and I joined her, but I wasn't sure if she was serious or not.

I pulled my shorts back up and Emily settled back in beside me. We watched the game in silence for a while. The Cards were down by three but they were rallying. I felt myself deflate when the inning ended without them scoring any runs.

"Don't get upset at me for saying this to you," Emily said over the obligatory beer commercial, "But I love you."

I turned to face her, startled. "Why would that upset me?" I asked.

"I don't know," Emily said, "Our situation. I know Lisa would probably think I'm trying to steal you away. But I'm not. It's just the truth. It is what it is. I love you. Every day I get to spend with you, as a friend or a lover, is a gift."

"I love you too," I blurted out. "I've probably loved you for fifteen years." I paused, embarrassed by what I just said. "More or less," I added. "Off and on."

Emily took my face and kissed me. "I know," she said.

"Gee thanks Leia," I said, and we both laughed. Emily apparently said all she wanted to say, and was happy with my response. She snuggled up beside me. My mind raced. We love each other. What did it mean for me and Emily, for me and Lisa? Could I really go on like this indefinitely, loving two women?

The Cards never did rally, and the game ended 6-3. "I should probably go now," Emily said to me, untangling herself from me and pushing herself off the recliner.

"You're not staying for dinner?" I asked.

"I met you for dinner straight from work Friday," Emily said. "Then we came here. I have things to do. I haven't been grocery shopping in two weeks! I need to get some milk."

I sighed, "Okay," I said.

Emily came over to me and kissed me, a long, lingering kiss. "I'll be back next weekend, I promise," she said, and she turned and went into the spare bedroom to gather her things. I heard her call out to Lisa that she was leaving, but I didn't hear Lisa respond. I took a couple of steps toward the hallway, until I could see the bedroom office door. It was still closed. She really had a lot of papers to grade, I thought. I reminded myself that I was going to talk to her later on, to make sure she was all right.

Emily came back into the living room, bag in hand. "Okay, I'll text you later," Emily said. I heard the bedroom office door open. Emily heard it too. She dropped her bag on the floor, expecting Lisa to come and say goodbye.

Lisa came around the corner into the living room. She was holding something in her hand, and only when she pointed it at me did I realize it was my gun. I had no time to react, to shout or even move. Emily may have screamed. There was a bang and I felt a searing pain, and a sensation of falling... and then nothing.

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I heard enough accounts about near death experiences over the years, about people seeing white lights and dead family members. Well, I didn't see any dead family members, but I did see a white light. I'm not a religious person, so when I looked back later I knew that I was seeing the hospital lights, the harsh light of a surgery room where doctors worked to save my life. Besides that I didn't see or feel anything.

There was a long period of darkness. Occasionally there were voices. I'd heard that people in a coma could often hear what was going on around them. I guess that was what was happening to me, although I couldn't really focus on who they were or what they were saying. It should have been terrifying, but instead I felt completely peaceful, when I felt anything at all.

I was only vaguely aware that time was passing. When I had any awareness at all it seemed like I was experiencing things through a veil, but I didn't have any urge to pierce the veil, to make out what was being said around me, to open my eyes and rejoin the world.

Suddenly my eyes were open without me realizing I opened my eyes. I only knew I was awake because suddenly I was seeing. Well, sort of seeing. The world was blurry and out of focus at first. I saw a face looming over me, and I struggled to focus on it. After a few seconds my vision started to clear and the face started to come into focus. It was Emily. "Oh my God, you're awake!" She was shouting. I saw she had her phone in her hand, and she was jabbing at it with her thumb. I realized that I was groggy and I had a hard time following what she was saying. 

"Your family just went to get dinner," Emily said. "I'm letting them know you're awake." She finished jabbing at her phone, and she stashed it away. She leaned down closer to me. I strained to focus on her cute button nose and green eyes. "How do you feel?" She asked. "Are you in pain?"

I was wondering why she was asking me those questions. Where was I? I struggled to remember where I was before. I remembered shopping with Emily, watching the Cards game. Everything else was lost in a haze. Was I in pain? I looked inward to take inventory of myself and found that I didn't feel... anything. I tried to move my arms and my legs. I felt them where they should be but they didn't seem to want to respond. I opened my mouth and found that it was dry. My throat was sore, but since it was the first feedback I received from my body, I welcomed it. I managed to rasp out, "Okay."

Emily was looking at me curiously. I was starting to notice things beside her face, the white tiled ceiling, a row of machines which were beeping. I realized I was in a hospital. "Do you remember anything?" She was asking me.

I struggled again to remember, but nothing was coming to me. I tried to shake my head and found that I could jiggle it a little. I mouthed the word 'no' but no sound came out.

"Joe," Emily said. She took a deep breath. "Lisa..." She started saying, and stopped. She swallowed hard. "While we were shopping, Lisa took your gun out of the closet. Then she locked herself in the bedroom. When I was about to leave, she came out, shot you and shot me."

I couldn't seem to speak, but I'm sure Emily could see my eyes widen. My slow grasp of my surroundings caused me to miss the fact that her right arm was in a sling. I saw it now. I tried to gesture, to shout, anything. I found that my head was spinning.

Emily kept talking. "She hit you in the chest, right about here," she said, pointing to a spot on her upper chest. "In a way it was a really lucky shot. She missed your heart, your lungs, your spine, your sternum. The bullet passed right through you, but it still did a lot of damage. The good news is eventually you'll be able to make a full recovery."

That was good news, I was thinking to myself. My head was still spinning. I had the idle thought that I must be on a lot of painkillers, and I found myself congratulating myself for having an idle thought. I struggled to focus on Emily again.

"Then Lisa turned and shot me," Emily said. "The bullet only grazed my arm," she added, gesturing to the sling she was wearing. "I had the good sense to drop like a rock. It was pretty dark in the living room and she probably couldn't see where she hit me."

I managed to find my voice again. "Lisa," I rasped out.

I was getting dizzier and struggling to focus on Emily, but I could see how distraught she was. "Joe," Emily said. There were tears in her eyes. "After she shot me, she put the gun to her head." My vision was starting to dim, and I realized I was losing consciousness again. "Joe," I heard Emily say as I felt myself pulled back toward the darkness, "Lisa's dead."

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I started to drift in and out of consciousness. One time I woke up and it was clearly the middle of the night. The room was deathly silent. I remembered having a conversation with Emily. Or did I? I was starting to have dreams, hazy disturbing dreams, and I wasn't sure what was really happening or what was just in my head. Did Lisa shoot me? Was Lisa dead? I wasn't sure whether or not I dreamed that conversation with Emily.

My eyes opened again. There was a nurse standing beside me, a stocky older woman. She smiled sweetly at me. She was injecting something into the IV line in my arm. I could feel it burning as it entered my bloodstream. "This will help make you feel better," she said to me, and I found her statement curious. I didn't feel anything, I thought to myself, except the burning sensation when she injected the drugs into my arm. I was trying to talk to the nurse, but I felt my eyelids drooping again.

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Suddenly I was in the old west. I was standing in the middle of one of those dirt streets you'd see in the old spaghetti westerns. There was a saloon, a hitching post with a horse tied to it. I could feel the wind blowing in my face. I swear I could smell manure.

I heard a commotion and looked over beside me. It was Emily and Lisa. They were dressed head to toe in old west garb. Their heads were covered by bonnets and they were wearing long dresses with hoop skirts that went all the way to the ground. Lisa's dress was pulled tight against her bosom. Emily's smaller chest was less noticeable. They were arguing, and I struggled to understand what they were saying. 

"He's mine, and you can't have him!" Lisa shouted.

"I saw him first!" Emily shouted back.

"He loves me!" Lisa shouted.

"He loves me more!" Emily shouted.

"You take that back!" Lisa shouted and rushed at Emily. They fell to the ground, which I suddenly realized was nothing but thick mud. They struggled against each other, rolling around on the ground, getting covered in the mud. Yes, this has happened before, I remember thinking. This is sexy. 

Emily pushed away from Lisa and struggled to her feet. Her dress was covered in mud, and it was splattered on her arms and face. Lisa stood up too, similarly messy. Suddenly Lisa pointed a gun at Emily and shot her point blank. I watched, horrified as Emily crumpled to the ground. Lisa turned to me. "If I can't have you, no one can," she sneered, aiming the gun at me. I had been dimly aware that this was a dream... but now in my horror my conscious mind took over and I was struggling furiously to wake up...

I was staring at the hospital ceiling. I could feel my heart pounding, my breath coming in gasps. I was trying to push the horror of the nightmare away from me.

"Had a bad dream, did we?" Came a male voice from somewhere beside me.

I turned my head toward the voice, and found that my neck hurt. I idly wondered how long it had been since I moved my neck. There was a doctor standing beside me, looking at me curiously. I tried to speak and found that I was still having trouble getting words out. I was able to nod my head a little.

"It's understandable," the doctor said, "With what you've been through and the drugs you're on, I'm afraid it probably won't be your last." He tilted his head toward me. "Are you having trouble talking?" He asked. He probably wasn't much older than me, really, but he had a fatherly quality about him. "Is your mouth dry? Is your throat sore?"

I nodded weakly again. "I'll get the nurse to bring in some ice chips," he said, "Now that you're waking up a little we can start feeding them to you. It'll help. Are you hungry?" He asked.

I hadn't had a chance to consider that yet. I thought for my stomach, and I found it right where I left it. It rumbled. I nodded again.

"That's good," he said, "But we're not going to be able to feed you until you can stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time, and we can sit you up a little more." As soon as he said that, I started feeling woozy again. The doctor moved a little closer to me. "Are you in any pain?" He asked.

I took a mental inventory again. There was a dull ache in my chest; otherwise I felt nothing at all. "My chest," I managed to rasp out.

"Does it hurt?" The doctor asked. I nodded weakly, but the nodding was starting to make me dizzy. "Is it bad?" The doctor asked again. I shook my head no. "A little," I mouthed. He understood. "A little isn't too bad, considering," he said, "I may have the nurse start to lower the painkillers a little bit. You may be in a little more pain, but you'll also be awake a little more..."

He may have kept talking to me for hours for all I know, but I was out again.

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The next time I opened my eyes my entire family was around me. They were screaming, crying, jumping up and down, and hugging each other. Eyes wide in alarm, I looked first at my mother, then my father, then my sister. Everywhere I looked was a new face, aunts and uncles, grandparents and cousins. Everybody was talking at once. Overwhelmed by the scene I woke up to, I screwed my eyes shut, trying to will the drugs to knock me out again.

I heard a voice shouting over all of the others, "You can't all be in here!" It was a musical voice with a Caribbean accent. "Two at a time only! Two at a time! Mom and dad first. Everyone else out!" I heard murmuring but nobody really protested. I heard the sound of shuffling feet and I could sense the crowd around me leaving. After a minute the musical voice spoke again. "Okay dat's better," she said.

I opened my eyes cautiously. I saw only my parents were standing over me now. I glanced towards the sound of the voice and saw the nurse that it belonged to. She was a dark-skinned woman, surprisingly young looking, shapely and gorgeous. She was beaming at me and I smiled weakly at her. "Hello Joe," she said, "I am Angela, your nurse."

I tried to say hi to her but nothing came out. Angela moved to my side and took a cup of something. It turned out to be ice chips. She put one to my lips and I took it. The ice melted into my mouth and down my throat. I immediately felt some relief.

My parents were talking to me. They asked me how I felt, if I wanted anything. I knew that they weren't going to tell me the things that I wanted to know, about Lisa, about Emily, about what happened. Talking was a little easier, and I answered their questions. "Where's Emily?" I asked.

My parents exchanged glances with each other. "She's going to be here later," my mother said. "We had to send her home. She had been here virtually day and night." My parents glanced at each other again. I know they wanted to ask me questions, but they were holding back. "Well, we don't want to monopolize you," my dad said, "There are lots of people who want to see you. We'll talk to you soon son." My mother kissed me on the cheek and they left. Angela fed me another ice chip.

The parade of family members began. Two at a time they came in to see me for a minute or two. Everybody acted pretty much how I expected them to. My grandmothers wept. My grandfathers cracked jokes. One of my uncles who was the biggest Cards fan I knew filled me in on what I'd missed. "They'll be on soon," he said, gesturing to the television on the wall across from my bed. I used his comments to determine that it had been a little over a week that I was in the hospital, and that it was early evening.

After my third set of aunts and uncles left I mumbled to Angela, "I'm still awake."

"Yes, we lowered your painkillers," she said. "Are you in any more pain?"

I took mental inventory. Yes, the dull ache in my chest was a little worse than it was before. "A little," I said.

"Are you okay?" Angela asked. She sounded genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine," I said.

"Don't be a hero," Angela said, and with her accent I had to turn her words over in my mind a few times until I understood them. "There is no medal for lying here in more pain than you need to be in."

"Okay," I said. "I'm fine," I added, as another aunt and uncle approached my bedside. Soon it was cousins. My older nieces and nephews came in, then a couple of co-workers who came by after work and were glad to see I was awake. My accounts were well cared for, they assured me, and my job will be waiting for me whenever I was able to come back. I thanked them, but my job was the furthest thing from my mind.

Finally the parade was over. I was exhausted. Angela hadn't left my side the entire time, dutifully feeding me ice chips, and shooing away my family when she felt they had overstayed their welcome. Still it probably took an hour, and I was feeling the urge to go back to sleep.

Then someone else appeared by my side. It was Emily. Her arm was still in a sling. Angela greeted her warmly, and I got the impression they had spent a lot of time talking while I was unconscious.

"Hey pal," Emily said. "Long day?"

I nodded. She knew me better than anyone, how I would react to the tedium of my extended family asking me the same questions over and over again. I pushed my sleepiness away, and I struggled to sit up higher. "Whoa, whoa," Angela said by my side, "Lie still," she commanded. She pressed a button and the bed started to lift my head up. I felt a stab of pain in my chest, and I grunted. Angela stopped moving the bed. "Does it hurt?" She asked. I nodded.

I turned my head to Emily. "Emily," I said. I could talk better, but I was still having trouble getting words out. "Emily," I said again, "Lisa."




My Best Friend Emily Ch. 07



Emily glanced across at Angela, and for a moment I thought that she was going to ask Angela to leave. Something passed between them that even in my current state I couldn't miss, and it dawned on me that while Emily was sitting with me she probably told Angela everything. Emily wasn't the type to hold anything back. I wondered what Angela already knew.

"Do you remember what I told you... yesterday?" Emily asked.

I gulped. Yesterday's conversation did happen, I thought to myself grimly. I nodded.

Emily took a deep breath. "Lisa shot you, shot me, and shot herself. She's dead," Emily said. I nodded again, hoping she would tell me more. I wasn't disappointed. "The gun was fully loaded," Emily said. "She could have kept shooting. The only reason either of us are still here is that she was in a big hurry to blow her head off." I winced when she said that, so Emily added, "Are you okay?" I nodded at her. I knew it was going to be painful to hear, but I wanted to hear it.

"Once I knew... it was over," Emily said, "I jumped up and called 911. One look and I knew there was no saving Lisa." Emily paused, and I could only imagine the horror of seeing Lisa dead. "But you were still alive. I did what I could until the paramedics arrived. They saved your life, really. They were able to keep you from bleeding to death until they got you to the hospital. The doctors were able to patch you up. A couple of transfusions, and you were stabilized."

"What about you?" I asked, indicating her arm.

Emily chuckled. "Compared to you? I got a few stitches and a band-aid," she said. "I'm only wearing the sling for sympathy," she added with a wink, and I knew she was lying, that she was hurt worse than she was letting on. "Anyway, obviously the authorities descended on the house. There were police, homicide detectives, and coroners. They rushed you off to the hospital but they treated me at the scene. Lisa's were the only prints on the gun. They found a note she left. Then they searched the house."

Emily paused again. I winced when she mentioned a note. It was still hard to believe what had happened, and the thought that it was premeditated was hard to understand. Why did she want to kill herself? Why did she want to try to kill us?

"Joe, did you ever read her diaries?" Emily asked me.

Her what? I thought to myself. I knew that Lisa was a writer. She wrote some short stories that she let me read once or twice. They were fantasies similar to Lord of the Rings. I never knew she kept diaries. It was another secret she kept from me.

The look on my face must have been enough of an answer for Emily. "The police found a drawer full of old notebooks. They dated back to high school, maybe even older. Her iPad was also apparently full of writings. Obviously they wouldn't let me read anything," Emily said, "But when the police questioned me I got an idea about what was in them. Sometimes they were just typical diary entries. Sometimes they were disturbing, even deranged. Joe, Lisa had been planning to kill herself since high school."

Emily paused again to let that statement sink in. I wondered sometimes if Lisa was depressed, but I never thought she was suicidal. There were times she just wanted to be alone. All these years when I thought she was off grading papers or preparing lesson plans, she was actually filling notebooks with deranged thoughts. The thought of it chilled me. Lisa was psychotic. All these years, she could have snapped at any moment. We pushed her to it, I thought. Emily and I, we finally pushed her over the edge.

"Apparently there were several suicide notes amongst her notebooks," Emily continued. "She was always trying to write the perfect suicide note, but she never went through with it. Apparently she kept changing her mind, or chickening out. One theme that apparently kept coming up was blaming her parents for having to hide her sexuality, for feeling pressured to live life as a heterosexual when she really wanted to be with women."

"She was a lesbian," I mumbled.

"Lisa was bi-sexual," Emily snapped, and then she softened her tone. "You need to stop thinking of sexuality as black and white. It's not always that simple. The police who questioned me said there was plenty in there about you, about how much she loved you, about how you made her life almost bearable." Emily sighed. "In the end it wasn't enough. Anyway that's all the information I could get about Lisa's diaries, even though I did a little bit of Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct on them." Emily turned and sat in a chair by the window. She made a show of crossing and uncrossing her legs. She was wearing shorts. She laughed. I knew she was just trying to lift my spirits. "They're yours, you know," Emily added. "They're yours to read or yours to burn, whatever you want to do with them."

I knew right then that I wanted to read them. To try and understand the person that I always thought I knew but never really knew anything about. The pain in my chest was getting worse. I grimaced and Angela noticed. "You are in pain," she said, and she lowered the bed until I was lying flat again. Almost on cue another nurse showed up with a dose of painkillers. I felt her inject it into my IV, the burning sensation as it entered my bloodstream. I realized it would put me out again in moments.

Emily had stood up again and was by my bedside. She touched my cheek. "You rest," she said. "We'll talk more tomorrow." She leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Goodnight," she said, as the drugs kicked in and the world around me spun and faded.

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The next day I was actually awake, more or less. The day nurse sat me up and fed me breakfast. My stomach was grateful for the food, but it had been over a week since I'd eaten, and I had to eat slowly to let my body adjust. The day nurse was the stocky woman I had seen yesterday. She was a chipper person and started telling me how I would progress. When I healed enough they'd get me on my feet and start therapy. When I was strong enough they'd send me home. I smiled at her as she shoveled another spoonful of eggs into my mouth.

I fell asleep after breakfast, and when I woke up again, Emily was there. I had a meal in me and I was able to actually sit up and drink water. I was able to talk and ask questions. The other nurse was gone. We were alone in the room.

"How are Lisa's parents?" I asked Emily. "How are they coping?"

"Oh my God!" Emily shouted. I narrowed my eyes at her. Emily got a little more somber. "Joe, there's so much more to tell you, a few things I held back until you were a little better. When the police searched the house, they found the toys."

It took a few seconds for me to realize what she was talking about. Right, the sex toys! The dildo, the butt plug, the bottle of lube. They were probably still in the desk. 

"They looked at her phone, too. They saw our conversation, my conversation with Lisa, the naked pictures we swapped back and forth," Emily said, "And they searched her iPad too, where she eventually started writing instead of by hand in notebooks, and the last couple of weeks obviously told the whole story of our relationship."

"Well, the press had a field day," Emily said. "Obviously any shooting in a small town like ours would be newsworthy, but once word of what was really going on got out, that there was a scandalous love triangle, that we were all sleeping together, it became a sensation. I'm talking nationwide. I've done a couple of interviews. I'm the other woman," Emily said with a giggle. I glared at her again.

"Anyway, Lisa's parents were horrified to learn the truth about their daughter. They've been horrible, really. They blamed you, they blamed me, and they blamed society. They'll say and believe anything to avoid blaming themselves or their archaic belief system. They'll talk to anyone who'll listen. They gave interview after interview. They even showed up at your house with a priest and attempted to do an exorcism. Demons, be gone!" Emily shouted, and she giggled again. I didn't have to glare at her this time. She knew she was out of line.

"They turned Lisa's funeral into a circus," Emily continued. "I didn't go, but I watched the highlights on the local news. Her parents screamed about how their daughter was led astray, about how this country has lost its way, about how they need to bring good Christian morals back..." Emily trailed off. She saw the look on my face.

"I missed Lisa's funeral," I said.

"I'm sorry Joe," Emily said, "Lisa's parents wouldn't have wanted you there anyway. It'll be a while yet before you get out of here. Like I said you were better off not going." Emily paused to wipe a tear from my cheek. I didn't even realize I was crying. "I just can't believe it," I mumbled. "I can't believe this happened. I can't believe she's gone." Emily pulled one of the chairs to my bedside and took hold of my hand while I cried.

She sat with me quietly while I cried myself out. "It's good that you can cry," Emily said eventually. "Let it out." I slumped down in the bed. My chest was throbbing, and I told Emily. She pressed a button and a nurse arrived promptly. "His chest hurts," Emily said, and the nurse injected another dose of painkillers. 

"See you later, I guess," I mumbled as the drugs made the world spin and I fell back into darkness.

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Emily and I were sitting in my recliner watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off. We had seen the movie hundreds of times, but we still laughed. We still recited our favorite lines along with Matthew Broderick, Alan Ruck, and Jennifer Grey. It was another half-aware dream, where I knew I was dreaming but I let it unfold. A part of me thought that we needed to keep it down because we would disturb Lisa. Another part of me knew that she was dead.

Lisa sort of faded into existence in front of me. "Lisa!" I shouted in my dream, and I reached out to her, not with my arms, but with my entire being, my mind and soul. Lisa vanished, and I felt empty. She was gone. The TV was off, and Emily was gone too...

I realized I was awake again. For the first time I was awake and alone. No doctor, no nurses, no family, no Emily. I lay there for quite a while, just staring off into nothing, thinking about everything. Eventually I thought about myself. I had been awake for two days, more or less, and I hadn't even tried to move. I moved my legs into the air, first one, and then the other. I wiggled my toes. Everything seemed to work. I moved my left arm and wiggled my fingers. I moved my right arm and felt a sharp pain in my chest. Right, that's the side I was shot on, I thought. Moving my right arm hurt. I made a mental note to tell someone. I tried to look at the wound on my chest but all I could see were the bandages.

Boredom caused me to drift off again, and I woke up later in the day. I found Angela was in the room with me. She was changing my IV bag. "Hello," she said when she saw I was awake. "I heard you ate breakfast this morning. Would you like some dinner?"

I nodded at her. She pulled out a menu and held it open in front of me. I pointed to what I wanted, a hamburger, careful to use my left hand. Angela went to the phone and ordered it. "There are some people waiting to see you," she said, "I made them wait until you were awake."

The parade began. Family, friends, and co-workers filed into my room in ones and twos. It was Friday evening, and for the next two days people were with me day and night. After a while the two at a time rule got relaxed and there were several people in my room at once, my closest friends and family staking out spots in my room and staying for hours at a time as others filed in and out. By Sunday night I had seen almost everyone I knew, and I was exhausted. 

On Monday morning I saw the physical therapist for the first time. She was a tiny woman, barely five feet tall. "We're going to try to get you up on your feet," she said to me, "Don't be surprised if you have trouble walking."

"Why?" I asked her. "Was there damage to my spine or something?"

"Not that we know of," she replied, "But as much as we've learned about the human body, there are still mysteries. You can knock out something somewhere and something else doesn't work anymore. But it's more likely you'll have trouble walking right now because you haven't walked in two weeks and your leg muscles have atrophied."

The stocky day nurse pulled off all of my monitors and unhooked my IV. The two of them helped to haul me to my feet. The physical therapist was surprisingly strong. My first few steps were shaky and tentative. I felt like a newborn deer. I got my legs moving and took a few stronger steps. The nurse was on my right side and she had to readjust her grip on me. She moved my right arm, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I cried out.

They walked me back to the bed and sat me down. The therapist examined my arm, testing my range of motion and seeing what movements made it hurt. "There's a lot of muscle damage," she said. "It'll take time but it should heal fine." The physical therapist gave me a walker, and I got up again and shuffled back and forth across the room. I was grateful that I was going to be able to move around on my own. I was getting tired of using the bedpan.

The physical therapist left but she would be back. I was okay walking but she would work on my arm, helping me get back my range of motion and dealing with the pain. I plopped back into bed and the nurse reconnected me to everything. The doctor came in shortly after and decided that I didn't need to be hooked up to monitors anymore, and I got disconnected from everything but the IV. The nurse showed me how to move the IV stand along with me if I decided to get up and walk and nobody was around. After she left I got up and went to the bathroom, just because I could. I plopped back into bed, my chest throbbing, but I was so exhausted from moving around I fell right to sleep for the rest of the afternoon.

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I woke up to an odd sensation. I looked down and was shocked to find myself naked from the waist down. Angela was there with a bucket and a small soapy sponge. "Hello," she said, smiling at me warmly. "Enjoying your sponge bath?"

I stared at her. She was rubbing the sponge gently up and down my inner thigh. I noticed again how gorgeous Angela was, her big brown eyes, her dark ebony skin, her sleek shiny hair. Was it my imagination or was her nurse's outfit a little tighter? She leaned forward, her cleavage coming together in front of me. I stared at the beginning of a tattoo on the top of her right breast, disappearing under her nurse's uniform.

The sight and sensations were having an effect on me. I could feel myself growing hard. I was embarrassed, then horrified as Angela took hold of my growing member to sponge at my scrotum. "Yes, Mister Joe, you are enjoying yourself," she cooed as I grew harder still in her hand. I felt her fingers move slightly against the shaft. I grew larger and more erect. No way, I thought, she didn't just do that on purpose. Angela finished sponging her way down my other leg. "Okay, he's all yours," she said, and let go of my engorged penis and walked away.

Wait, who was she talking to? I was so focused on Angela I didn't think to look around the room. She wouldn't be giving me a sponge bath with someone else in the room, would she? Suddenly Emily came into view. "Hey pal," she said cheerfully, and to my shock she climbed right onto the bed between my legs. She leaned forward and grabbed a hold of my penis. "Did you miss me?" She said, her mouth just inches away from it.

"Emily!" I shouted. "What... what are you doing?"

"Relax, Joe," Emily said. "Nobody is going to walk in on us. I slipped the guard a finsky. It's amazing what it can do to a guy's attitude." She giggled and stroked my erection.

"What? What guard?" I was still shouting. "What's going on?"

"Joe," Emily said, "Your room has been under 24 hour guard. The press is dying to get a hold of you. I was dying to get a hold of you too," Emily added with a giggle.

"The press?" I said, "Why would the press want to talk to me?"

"I told you Joe," Emily said, "Our story caused a sensation. You, me, Lisa, our love triangle, the shooting. There's a high price out there for your exclusive interview. Everybody wants to hear your side of the story, if only to be a counterpoint to all of the horrible things that Lisa's parents have been saying. So, you've been under guard, until you're ready to talk."

I was about to yell at Emily again but I paused to let that sink in. I was going to have to give interviews. I blanched at the thought. I had no interest in publicity. Emily was continuing to stroke me, and I turned my attention back to her. I realized with a start that she was wearing the dress, the blue sundress I bought for her that morning. I also noticed that the sling was gone, replaced by a bandage on her arm. I decided not to mention the dress to her, but I asked her about the sling.

"Yeah, it came off today," Emily said. "It still hurts when I move it the wrong way, so I just try not to move it the wrong way." Emily ran her thumb along the underside of my penis. My legs jerked. "To celebrate that and you walking today my friend Angela here helped me plan this. Just lie back and enjoy yourself."

When Emily mentioned Angela's name I looked across the room. Angela was indeed still in the room, watching. She noticed me looking at her and looked me in the eye, and smiled. I felt sheepish, being jerked off in front of a relative stranger.

Emily was shifting position again, and I realized with a start that she was moving to straddle me. She didn't intend to just jerk me off; she was going to have sex with me. No, this was so wrong, I thought to myself. Here, in the hospital, in front of a nurse, so soon after Lisa... Lisa...

I couldn't even finish the thought. I wanted to scream at Emily, but I couldn't find the words. She was hovering above me now, working herself into a sitting position, lining her crotch up with mine. She caught my eye and smiled at me. She seemed oblivious to the fact that I didn't want her to do this. I felt her groin press against mine, and I noticed she wasn't wearing panties. Of course she wasn't, I thought, if she was planning on doing this. I felt her line me up with her pussy, and start to push me into her. I felt the head of my penis push through the opening. Emily sighed as she impaled herself on my cock.

Then she started to lose her balance. She teetered to one side, arms flailing for some kind of purchase. In a flash Angela was by her side, holding her up. "Thanks babe," Emily said, and began to move herself up and down on my erection. To my complete shock, Angela didn't move away. She stayed where she was, one hand on Emily's left arm, the other on her right shoulder, helping her keep her balance. Angela caught my eye and grinned at me. This was just too weird, I thought.

I was angry at Emily for doing this. I was lying in bed with a gunshot wound. I was shot by my wife who then killed herself, and here we were two weeks later, having sex. I was grieving, sad, angry, confused. This was a crazy thing to do. Despite what Emily said we could still get caught. There were probably video cameras in the room, and I found myself glancing around the ceiling until I found it. Yeah, the little node-like thing with the dark glass, I thought, horrified. Somewhere a security guard could be watching this. This is going to end up on youtube. This is going to be on the news. Man shot in love triangle has sex with his lover in the hospital, the headlines would blare. What an asshole.