0 comments/ 133362 views/ 3 favorites My Wife's Best Friend Ch. 1 By: Veritas It was 3:45am and my wife had just fallen asleep. Her orgasm had exhausted her. Now she lay there naked, her beautiful figure partially buried under the pillows along one length of the large sectional sofa. Just moments earlier she had been writhing amid those pillows and panting "yes! yes! oh, God yes!" Her orgasm had arrived as I pounded my cock into her mouth, while her best friend Kay kicked and stroked her clit and thrusted a large vibrator in and out of her. Now she was sleeping peacefully, her mouth partially open, as if she were still crying out in pleasure. Her best friend Kay was stretched across the other length of the sectional sofa, still awake. Her perfect little body was strewn among the cushions, with her head awkwardly bent forward, one leg up on the the sofa and one foot planted firmly on the floor, she was working her cunt with the same large red vibrator. She held the phallice loosely in her long fingers and worked it skillfully along the outer lips of her vagina, pausing intermittently to plunge the thick head of it in and out of her opening. As I watched her masturbate, it seemed to me that the device was running out of power. I watched as her frustration built up. I leaned over close to her face and asked, "what can I do for you, baby?" She did not respond. Her eyes were just barely open. If she hadn't been so skillfully manipulating that vibrator, she could have been confused for being asleep. "I'll do absolutely anything." I said. I meant it. "Kiss me" she whispered. I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Her mouth opened to welcome mine. She began to swirl her tongue around lustfully inside mine. As I broke from our kiss she shut her eyes and began to let out little gasps that told me her excitement was building. I knelt on the floor facing her and paused briefly to imprint the image of her in my brain. She was the same size as my wife. A petite little thing with a round little ass and small boobs. Even her pussy was the same as my wife's, shaved clean around the lips with a narrow "v" shaped patch of hair perched up above. Slowly, I moved my face in beneath the vibrator and caught the escaping juices with my tongue as they ran toward her anus. I worked my way back up, greedily lapping up her cum. She responded by pulling away the vibrator and spreading her legs a bit more--inviting me in. I desperately wanted to please her. So I focused my attention on her engorged clitoris, placing my tongue flat against it, then slowly rocking my head back and forth. Then I varied the pressure. At first, firmly pressing my tongue flat against her clit, then lightly flicking my tongue as I pulled away. Then I licked along her folds, flicking them from side to side and then lapping along the length to clean them. I had learned all this from my eating my wife, of course, and the fact that my wife now lay sleeping just a few feet away while I ate-out her best friend only added to the excitement. Kay and I were now locked in a private little dance. Her writhing body and the rhythm of her breathing was sending me little messages about what felt good to her. I cherished her sweet little messages. I didn't want them to stop. I didn't want anything to stop. I would have licked her until day break, and maybe longer, if she wanted me to. I wanted to lick her from head to toe. However, our desire for each other was culminating rapidly. Her breathing turned heavier and she began to grind her hips against my mouth as I pressed it against her. Then she came. Her clit became fully engorged and grew increasingly sensitive, so much so that she had to gently coax my head away with her free hand. Her other hand was still clutching that big red vibrator to her chest. I backed away and knelt a few feet away. Once again, I burnt the memory into my brain. This time, it was the picture of the two of them. My wife and her best friend, strewn across the sectional sofa, naked. Kay was clutching that large plastic penis-- and my wife lay where I had left her-- with her mouth open. I wished I could photograph them, so I could secret the picture away and sneak looks at it on lonely afternoons. As for me, I was still hard -- I hadn't even come. But it didn't matter to me. I had the rest of my life with the memory now. I fetched two blankets from the closet and covered them both. Then I kissed them both on the forehead, first Kay and then my wife, then I laid down beside my wife. I thought about the fact that Kay's husband, Aaron, was sleeping in the adjoining bedroom about fifteen feet away. I thought about how this had all come about. It was a long story... It had started had started a few months earlier... [PART 2] My wife and I enjoy spending time with Kay and Aaron. About once a month, the four of us go out for dinner and then go dancing or to see a local band. We live about an hour away from Kay and Aaron, so if we re out late on weekends we stay at their house--or vice-versa. Kay and Elle have been friends since high school. They are two peas in a pod. They have the same fun-loving personality and they have similar bodies. Both are about 5 2" with round little asses. Whether they re lying side by side on the beach or walking together in the mall, they turn a lot of heads. Some time ago, my wife and I had got in the habit of including Kay and Aaron in our private fantasies. Sometimes when my wife would ride on top of me, I d ask her what she is thinking about and she would whisper gently in my ear "I m thinking about eating Kay." Then she ll start panting and she ll press her mouth against mine, flicking her tongue across my lips as if she were licking her best friend s clit. That always put us over the top. Her head would drop and she would moan as she started coming, as I empty myself into her. Other times, I ll fuck her from behind and imagine her sucking on Aaron s cock. I could tell she was thinking the same thing. And sometimes she'd stick her vibrator in her mouth and pretend to suck it off, while I pound myself into her. Until recently though, it was all just a fantasy. Then one night we found ourselves at their house after a long night of bar hopping, and things started to get real. We were standing around the kitchen drinking wine, when the conversation turned to sex. The girls wanted to know if I d get jealous if Aaron kissed Elle or whether Aaron would get jealous if I made out with Kay. Aaron and I agreed that it wouldn t bother us, but we d prefer to see the girls kiss each other. And just like that, Elle embraced her girlfriend and kissed her firmly on the mouth. As Elle slowly began to pull away from Kay, Kay reached out and pulled Elle back to her. Now they kissed more intensely. They re tongues explored each other. My wife s hands began exploring her friend s tight little ass, rubbing and squeezing her cheeks through her jeans. Aaron and I stood there watching --completely speechless. I could see that Aaron was just as pleased as I was though, I was rock hard. A few minutes later they turned to us. They were both flush and breathing hard. "Wow! She s a good kisser!" Kay proclaimed "That was nice" Elle said, "her mouth is so soft." As Aaron and I talked about this recent turn of events, Elle took Kay by hand and led her from the kitchen. I heard a door close down the hall. Aaron and I continued to talk and soon the topic drifted. After a while, as difficult as it to believe now, we both forgot about the girls. Maybe it was the wine. It was now almost 3 A.M. After a while though, Aaron turned to me and asked "what do you suppose those two are up to?" I smirked "they re probably in your bed having sex." It was only a flip comment when it left my mouth, but the silence that followed had us both replaying the scene from earlier in our minds. We turned and started toward the bedroom. As we approached the bedroom door, Aaron called out "Girls?". The door swung open and there they were. Lying under the blankets, asleep. The night was over. We both stretched, grumbled unintelligibly, and resigned ourselves to the night. Aaron crawled onto the King-size bed, fully clothed, and quickly fell asleep. I undressed down to my underwear and crawled under the blanket. As I pulled myself close to my wife I realized that she was naked. I snuggled in close to feel the warmth of her body and I started to wonder about how fast my wife fell asleep. This was highly unusual, even after a night of drinking my wife takes a long time to get settled for bed. I decided to investigate. I slowly I slid my hand across her body and felt the warm nakedness of her friend Kay lying next to her. All three of us now lay like spoons, facing Aaron who was face down on the far side of the bed. I slowly traced my hand from Kay s shoulder down along her arm and across her hips, then back again, this time below her arm, to confirm he nakedness. They giggled softly. They weren t asleep. I tried to imagine the scenario that unfolded while I idly gabbed in the kitchen moments before. How much time had passed? I couldn't fathom it. Eager for the story, I leaned over to kiss Elle and smelt the sweet aroma of the female sex on her face. I licked her cheek. She laughed out loud. I thought for sure Aaron would wake, and I fixed my eyes on him in the darkness. He didn t budge. I ran my hand down between my wife s legs. My fingers slid easily across her. Her pussy was wet with excitement. Just then I felt a hand on mine. It was Kay. She tenderly brushed my hand aside and slowly began to stroke my wife s pussy lips. I welcomed the intrusion. I grew more excited as realized that their night of play was not yet over. I lay my hand on top of Kay s and ran my finger along her hand as she drove her fingers deeper into my wife s pussy. Her movements told me that she welcomed my presence. A waive of guilt passed over me. How could I do this with her husband inches away? "Aaron?" I called out in the darkness. "Oh, he s asleep." Kay said, in a matter-of-fact sort of way. "I feel like he should be in on this. Don t you?" I asked. We were now speaking in fully awake tones, like we were in the living room. "Oh, he's o.k." she said. So I let it go at that. Soon I was stroking and fondling the two of them. Kay rolled over on top of Elle and kissed her deeply. I slid down toward they re feet, taking the blankets with me. The dim light revealed their sleek bodies pressed tightly together. I paused briefly and looked at Aaron, he lay motionless face down beside them. I couldn t resist the urge to touch Kay any longer. I reached our and grabbed Kay s firm ass cheeks. I gently rolled her butt-cheeks in a circular motion until I could hear the gentle squishing sound as the flaps of her wet pussy rubbed together. Then I pressed my face into her backside. She invited me by spreading her legs apart slightly. I greedily lapped at her pussy lips from behind. She let out a little gasp as I ran my tongue up and down and around her anus. Then I heard Elle say "roll over and let him eat you, he s good at it" I didn t have time much time to relish the compliment before I was darting my tongue along Kay s clit, lapping at her hungrily. I cleaned her juices carefully from the folds of her delicate pussy and swallowed every new drop she produced. Suddenly my wife s head appeared in front of me. She had spun around in the bed and gently nudged me out of the way and pressed her face into Kay s pussy. I nudged in close to get a good view as my wife licked and sucked on Kay s sweet flesh. I stood up beside the bed for a better view. The two women were now firmly locked in the 69 position. I leaned over and watched as Kay frantically licked my wife, pinned down by Elle s writhing body. I flicked my tongue across Elle s butt-hole as I stared into Kay s eyes from above. This seemed to excite her tremendously and she let out a series of little squeals. Kay s eyes rolled back, her mouth opened wide and her breathing became fast and short, I kissed her on the lips as she came, my wife still mounted over her. Finally, Elle rolled off of her friend. She smiled wide, proud that she made her cum. Then she proclaimed "I need a penis." I laid down on the bed and Elle mounted me, as she rocked back and forth on my shaft she kissed Kay passionately as she lay beside us. Kay leaned in and sucked Elle s nipples. I felt her hand reach around and gently begin fondle my balls as my wife fucked me. It was too much for any man to handle, I came at once and Elle quickly followed. Then we all just lay here. "Aaron?" I said. No answer. The girls giggled softly. How could he have slept through that? The poor guy missed the whole thing. Through the window, the pale gray morning was beginning to break. I was sorry it was all over. The next time, we all agreed, we d have to start earlier, so the poor guy doesn t fall asleep on us. My Wife's Best Friend Ch. 1 After 36 years of a truly great marriage, my wife, Jane, passed away after a lengthy battle with cancer. Needless to say I was at once grief stricken and, at the same time, glad that her long struggle was over. Four days after her death, our small town had one its largest funeral in many years, a testament to Jane's popularity and in recognition for all the good works she had performed. Most of the attendees were a blur as they offered condolences. One of the last to approach me was Jane's best friend, Marge. Ironically it seemed that only a short time before, Jane and I had been consoling Marge on the loss of her husband, Hank. We held each other for a brief moment, kissed each other on the cheek, and then she was gone. Two months had gone by and I had gotten back to work and the job of keeping house for myself. On Saturday morning, as usual, I went to our supermarket to do my shopping for the week ahead. I was standing over the meat display, trying to determine which steak looked the best when I heard her voice. "Well, hello, stranger." It was Marge whom I hadn't seen or talked to since that day in the cemetery. "Hi Marge, it's good to see you and I apologize for not calling you." "No apologies necessary. I know how much you've had to face since...well, you know." We stood there, making small talk for a few minutes and were about to part when Marge said, "Oh, Pete, how would you like to come to my place for dinner tonight?" I thought for only a second...a chance to have a home cooked dinner that I hadn't prepared sounded awfully good to me. "I'd love to, Marge. What time should I come?" She smiled again, "Any time after five and I'll let you bring the wine." Of course I agreed and we then parted. Marge was, at 57, two years older than Jane and the same age as me. She was a somewhat short, only an inch or two over five feet, small frame, though a little hippy, very small breasts, dark brown eyes set in a pleasant face and with snow white hair that, on her was quite attractive. She and Jane had been very close and the four of us had often gone out to dinner together. While the two women had been very close, Hank and I had very little in common, managing only to be civil to one another. He had a rather loud mouth and always had to be right. I had often wondered how Marge had put up with him for so many years. It was about ten after five when I arrived at Marge's, two bottles of a good merlot in hand. She greeted me at the door with a hug and kiss and welcomed me into her living room. Since Hank's death she had redecorated with all new furniture and curtains. The room was bright and cheery. "Place looks nice, Marge. You've rally brightened things up," I told her. "Well," she said, "I just wanted to get rid of the darker stuff. Hank always liked it, said it was 'sexy'. I just went along with him but it never seemed 'sexy' to me." Marge got out two wine glasses while I uncorked one of the bottles of merlot. I poured for the two of us and we sat in the living room across the room from each other and talked. During our conversation, I began to realize just how close the two women had been as bits and pieces of Jane's and my life began to surface, personal things, sexual things that I had never discussed with any of my friends. Jane and I had been blessed with mutually high sex drives, engaging some kind of sexual practice at least four times a week, some of it most people might consider 'kinky'. These were some of the things Marge had eluded to in our conversation. About half way through our third glass of wine, Marge suddenly jumped up, saying, "My goodness, I think I'd better check on our dinner. Don't want anything to burn." Since I am a smoker, I called out to her, saying I was going out on the front porch for a cigarette. "Don't be foolish, Pete, you can smoke here in the house. It was Hank who was death on smoking. If you'll wait a minute, I'll join you." When she returned from the kitchen, she brought an ash tray with her and placed it on the side table next to me, then, instead of returning to the seat across from me, sat on the couch, within reach of the ash tray. "Aren't you going to offer me a cigarette," she asked. "But I didn't know you smoked," I replied, passing her one of mine. As I leaned forward to light it for her, she smiled at me and said, "You'd be surprised, I've picked up some very naughty habits in the past few months. Maybe I'll tell you about them later, after dinner." About half an hour later, we went into the dining room to eat. Marge had prepared a delicious casserole and we opened the second bottle of wine. We made a lot of small talk during dinner and, while I was anxious to hear about her 'naughty habits, the subject didn't come up again. After dessert of hot apple pie, I helped clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. We returned to the living room with the last of the wine and for an after dinner cigarette. This time we sat side by side on the couch. Finally, I could hold back no longer. "Are you going to tell me about your so called, 'naughty habits," I asked. She was quiet for a minute, then drinking the rest of her wine in one gulp, she started. "Please don't be mad, but Jane and I used to talk about our very private, personal lives. She often told me about how the two of you had such an enjoyable sex life, while I was telling her how my life with Hank had deteriorated to almost nothing at all, about my frustrations. Jane even bought a 'toy' for me. Of course, Hank never knew about it, I only used it during the day while he was at work and it did give me a lot of relief. Then, after Hank died, Jane gave me a catalog for a lot of different toys and I've purchased a couple more. I've been very 'naughty' with them but they've helped a lot." She paused for a moment. "Can you understand? I'm just so thankful that Jane and I could talk to each other so frankly." I wasn't really shocked at her admission, on several occasions after some of our most passionate nights, Jane had said, "Isn't it too bad that not everyone can enjoy what we have?". I had somehow guessed that it was Marge that she was referring too. I looked at Marge, she seemed to be holding her breath, waiting for me to react, so, react I did. "You know, Marge, I haven't been sexually active since before Jane died, and I've been feeling some of those frustrations too. Frankly, when you invited me to dinner tonight, I was hoping that it would be more than just dinner." I moved closer to her and put a hand on her thigh, feeling her quiver under my touch. "Oh god, Pete," she barely whispered, "I've been praying that you'd feel that way. I was hoping for more than just dinner too. I just don't know where to start, it's been such a long time." I moved my hand off her thigh and put my arms around her, pulling her to me. I lowered my face to hers and we kissed, this time with passion. Our tongues met as we probed each others mouth. After a few breathless moments, she pulled away. "Oh, Pete, what do we do now?" "Marge, my dear, why don't we go to bed, I'm sure we'd be much more comfortable there." "Yes," she said, "I really do want you to make love to me." We got to our feet and I said to her, "You go ahead and get into be while I visit the bathroom." She nodded in agreement as I followed her out of the living room. At the bedroom door, I again took her into my arms and kissed her, running my hands up and down her back to her hips, while she pressed her body to mine. We finally broke the kiss and she entered the bedroom. Once in the bathroom, I removed my clothing, keeping only my boxer shorts on. After a good long piss, I followed her into the bedroom. She was already in bed, her clothing in a pile beside the bed, the bed sheet pulled up to her chin. The only illumination was a candle on the bedside table, next to her. "God, Pete, I'm so nervous," she said softly. "I am too," I replied. "I just hope you're not disappointed." I stripped off my boxers and slipped under the sheet next to her. Rolling on my side, I got one arm under her head with my hand on her shoulder. I leaned down and we kissed again and, with my free hand, I began caressing her naked body. Now her whole body was quivering under my touch. My hand strayed up over her tiny breasts to feel her nipples harden and become distended under my touch. Pushing the sheet aside, I bent my head and took the nearest into my mouth, sucking and nipping it gently. Her breathing quickened as my hand passed over her slightly rounded belly and my fingers touched the fur of her pussy. Her hips rose up slightly and she began to moan softly. As I pressed on, her legs parted to give me greater access to her pleasure zone. With my middle finger, I traced the lips of her labia, seeking her clit. As I found the little button, it seemed to grown, causing her to moan louder. "Oooo, god yes, Pete, that feels so good." Her hips rose up further, trying to press against the finger on her sensitive clit. My prick, which had stiffened slightly, was pressing against her and when she reached down and touched it, it sprang to full erection. Now it was my turn to get that feeling of anticipation of the pleasure that lay ahead. As her fingers encircled the shaft, pulling my foreskin back from the head of my cock, I slipped my middle finger between her nether lips, finding the moisture that let me enter her love tunnel easily. Marge's body jerked at the intrusion and her hand tightened around my cock. "Do me, Pete, I can't wait any longer. Please, let's do it, fuck me now." I rolled over onto my back, pulling her on top of me. Quickly she was on her knees, astride my hips. Holding on to my prick, she lowered herself onto me and my cock was soon engulfed in her warm cunt. As she rubbed herself back and forth, her clit pressed against my pubic bone, I reached up to pinch and twisther nipples. She bent forward over me, exerting even more pressure on her clit. She was panting hard now as she was approaching her orgasm, while I was fighting to hold back my own. Suddenly she sat straight up and I watched the muscles in her belly contract and felt her cunt convulsing on my prick. "Oh, oh, OOOH GOD," she cried out. She sat there, rigid in the rapture of her climax. Oh god, Pete, oh god." Her moment of ecstasy subsided after a few minutes and her breathing returned to normal again. Once more she bent over me and we kissed again. I started thrusting my hips in an attempt to bring her to another orgasm, knowing that I wouldn't be able to last too long myself. Furiously we fucked, both of us straining to cum, to that utopia of orgasm. My scrotum began to tighten, as though to squeeze the jism out of my balls and I could feel it beginning. I couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm gonna cum, Marge, Yes...yesss!" "Cum for me, Pete, fill me up, cum for me...OH GOD, I'M CUMMING, OH GOD, DON'T STOP!!!," she hissed at me as I thrust my cock into her cunt as hard and as deep as I could, grunting unintelligibly as my jism exploded into her womb. We held fast to each other while the waves of our mutual release flooded through our bodies. Slowly, my prick began to shrink, slipping out of its warm nest and I felt the wetness of my jism seeping onto my balls. Marge fell off me to lay on her side next to me, her arm across my chest as she nuzzled the nape of my neck. "Oh, Pete, that was so good. God, I haven't ever felt like this. Now I know what Jane meant." I moved onto my side to face her. "Marge, I don't know what Jane said to you but I haven't felt like this in a long time." We cuddled in our post coital bliss for several more minutes, when Marge started to giggle. "What's so funny," I asked. She looked at me, "You're leaking out of me, lover. That's something that doesn't happen with my 'toys' and it feels good." It was my turn to laugh at that, it had never occurred to me that leaking jism would feel good to anyone. We lay there together until we both dozed off, exhausted from our exertions. To Be Continued... My Wife's Best Friend Ch. 2 When I awoke on Sunday morning, Marge was still nestled up to me, breathing softly. I had my usual morning hard-on and felt an urgent need to piss. I disentangled myself and made my way to the bathroom to relieve the pressure. It was apparent that Marge had been up sometime during the night, my clothing was carefully folded and placed on the dirty clothes hamper and there was a towel laying on the counter next to the wash basin. After I had emptied my bladder, I stepped to the washstand and dashed some cold water on my face and rinsed my mouth with some of her mouthwash. When I used her towel to dry my face, I could smell the mixture of our mutual cum on it. The odor was intoxicating and I found my prick responding, to stand away slightly, from my groin. At that precise moment, Marge came into the bathroom behind me. Throwing her arms around my waist, she hugged me to her body. "My god, Pete, last night was the most fabulous feeling for me," she said. I turned in her arms to embrace her. "Don't squeeze me, lover," she giggled. "I've got to pee and you're liable to squeeze it out of me." We released each other and she sat down in the toilet, immediately releasing a flood. For the first time I got a good look at her nude. Her skin appeared to be flawless, her small, coral tipped breasts had not the slightest hint of sag. She caught sight of my half erect cock and as I watched, her nipples enlarged and became distended. She reached out and took hold of my prick. "You're such a beautiful thing," she said softly, speaking directly to it. "Ooo, look at you! You're growing so big and strong!" "What did you, expect, dear? He hasn't been so happy in such a long time," I replied. She released my cock and, grabbing a wad of toilet paper, wiped her pussy dry. "Pete, why don't you have any hair around your...you know...prick?" I had forgotten that both Jane and I had always shaved our genitals, thinking it made us feel sexier. I explained this to Marge and she asked, "Will you shave me too?" I laughed, "Of course, my love, if you want." "I want," she replied. "But right now, I need my morning coffee. I really can't function without it." "Good," I said, "That makes two of us then I'll shave your beautiful pussy. Okay?" Without bothering with any clothing, we went to the kitchen, where Marge started the coffee maker and poured each of us a glass of orange juice. "We need our vitamin C if we're going to carry on like last night." When the coffee was ready, we sat across the table from one another, sipping the hot brew. I got my cigarettes from the living room and we smoked with our coffee. "You know, Marge, you've got the nicest tits. I really like them and I love to suck those gorgeous nipples." She frowned at me. "I hope you're not kidding me. Hank always said my tits were too small...wanted me to get implants." "No, no," I replied. "I really do like smaller tits. Besides, what I can't get in my mouth is just wasted." "Well, while we're on compliments, you've got the most talented cock. It's just the right size and it feels so good. I can't wait to put it to good use again." "Well, first, we're going to shave your beautiful pussy." We had decided that the kitchen table would be a good place for the 'operation' and Marge retrieved her 'Lady Gillette' and shave cream, along with a towel, from her bathroom. We cleared the table and she climbed up on it to lay on her back, her legs spread for me. Using her kitchen shears, I trimed as much as I could, leaving just a stubble for the razor to remove. I shook the shaving cream can and then squirted a blob of lather onto my hand and began massaging it into the remains of her sparse bush. "Oooo, Pete, that feels nice," she murmured. "If you keep that up much longer I'm going to cum." I stopped for a second. "Do you want to cum, love?" She shook her head. "Later, my love, later." In no time I had removed every vestige of her pubic hair, she was as naked as the day she was born. I carefully wiped off the excess shave cream then stopped to admire my work. Her clit was peaking from between her lips and, without thinking, I lowered my head and took the little love button between my lips. Her hips jerked as I made contact. Using both hands, I spread her labia and continued to suck and lick her clit. Whoever it was who said that post menopausal women don't lubricate was so wrong! Marge's hips began undulating wildly, virtually bouncing off the table surface and my mouth slipped off her clit and my tongue found her love tunnel. She was so wet with her honey and I could taste her sweetness. "God, Pete, I'm gonna cum, oh god it feels so good, OH GOD, PETE, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP!! I'M CUMMING." She was almost screaming as it hit her, she strained up against my face, holding herself rigid. I pushed two fingers into her cunt to reinforce her orgasm. "OH GOD, OH GOD!!" she cried out, clenching the table edges with both hands. I don't know how long her orgasm lasted or if she had several, one right after another, but it went on for several minutes. When her panting subsided, she sat up and taking my head in both hands, leaned forward to kiss me, licking her juices from my mouth and lips. "That was so beautiful, Pete. God, I never realized what I had been missing for all these years. You make me feel so damn good!" My rigid cock was practically laying on the table between us. She scooted herself towards the table edge. "Fuck me, Pete. Cum in me, make it feel good for you." I guided it to her pussy and began pistoning in and out of her hot, wet, cunt. "Come on, Pete, cum in me, fuck me hard." I needed little encouragement, I was that close. When my ballsack began contracting I knew the end was near. I grabbed her hips and buried my cock as deep as I could as my jism raced up my shaft to once again explode into Marge. She could feel my cock jerk with each spurt as I pumped my cum from my balls. She had wrapped her arms around me with the first spurt and held me tight until the spasms stopped and my prick limply shrank out of her. We held each other in a tight embrace for several minutes, her face buried in the nape of my neck. When I moved to separate us, she said softly, "Please, Pete, just hold me for a little while longer. I've never felt so loved before in my life and it feels so good, I don't want it to end." I gathered her up in my arms and carried her back to her bed. After laying her down I crawled in beside her and again embraced her. "Marge, I've never felt so needed before, you make me feel like a teenager again, something I haven't felt in a long, long time." She was lying on her side and she moved her leg to lay across mine, her thigh pressing slightly against my flaccid cock. It twitched slightly, bravely trying to become hard and erect again. My age was against me...it would be some time before I could 'get it up' again. In the meantime, I was reveling in the feel of her body pressed to mine. In almost no time, we had both fallen asleep again. It was noon time when I awoke to the feel of a warm hand on my cock. Marge was propped up on her left elbow holding my prick in her other hand. I was hard again and as I watched, a crystal clear drop of precum slowly emerged fro the little slit. Marge wiped it off with a finger and then licked it off her finger. Almost immediately, another drop oozed out. This time, Marge raised up so that she could bend over to lick it off. Then, ducking herhead further, took the purple head into her mouth, moving her tongue around it while gently sucking on it as if it were a lollipop. Then, lowering her head further, she attempted to swallow my entire prick. As I felt it press against her soft palate, she gagged slightly, her throat constricting on my cock. The feeling was delicious! I reached down and brought her up to me, kissing her and tasting myself on her lips. "Did that feel good, lover," she whispered through our kiss. "I want you to feel as good as you made me feel." I broke our kiss and looked deep in her eyes. "It did feel good," I replied softly, "but you are the one to be pleased. When it feels good to you, it makes me feel good too." "God, Pete, you do make me feel so good. I want you to do all the things that you and Jane did. I want you to teach me everything, everything that I've missed for so long. I want to experience every thing." "You will, my dear, you will, everything I know. But we don't have to do it all today. Let's just fuck ourselves silly today and the rest will come, day by day. Okay?" "Yes, my love." To Be Continued... My Wife's Best Friend Ch. 2 "This afternoon was really great." Angie and I sat in the motel lounge. We had just finished dinner and were having a couple drinks. I felt her hand slip up my thigh and brush against my cock. "Well! Maybe we should get back to the room by the feel of this." My cock became thick against my thigh as she squeezed me. "We could watch the tape and see if we couldn't take care of this again." "Or maybe we could just add part two," I grinned and spoke quietly, in the crowded room. Quickly finishing our drinks we headed back towards our room. I was standing in the bathroom when Angie called out. "This was a great idea for the weekend. Even though we have the house to ourselves now, it's nice to get away. It feels so-o-o-o good." I hung my pants on the hanger and with my cock sticking out from my boxers stepped around the corner to see her sitting back on the bed. She hadn't wasted any time in removing her clothes and was sitting up against the headboard; legs spread with her vibrator playing along the length of her slit. I noticed that she had put a new tape in the machine and the little red record light was capturing her every move. "Let's really give the camera something to record." She smiled and motioned me towards her. Taking my cock in her hand she pulled me towards her mouth. "How about this..." I watched my cock slip into her mouth and felt her tongue circle the head as she began bobbing up and down the length. "Damn honey! That feels good." The sensation of feeling her mouth and hand working my cock brought me to full hardness. "Turn over onto your knees...I want to bury my cock in you..." She smiled and rolling over pointed her ass in my direction. I had a perfect view from the top of her ass down to the open folds of her pussy. Her finger found it's way to her clit and she began fondling it. "That's it babe, play with your clit for the camera." I stepped back and unlocked the door to the adjoining motel room and quietly pulled it ajar. I could see that the opposing door was already open. Smiling as I watched her finger slip into her wetness I spoke quietly, "Let me see you get off...get your pussy nice and wet." I felt movement behind me turned and winked as my friend Ben stepped up next to me. He glanced down at my hard prick and then turned his gaze to Angie's busy fingers. He and I had worked out together at the gym for a few years, and had become friends over time. I was always amazed following our workouts and showering the size of his flaccid cock. He was a handsome black man and towered over my six feet by another five inches. His prick was thick and swayed between his thighs when he moved, it hung at least a third of the way down his thigh. As usual with guys our talk had from time to time turned to sex, and from some of his remarks I had started formulating a plan. Over the past few months he and his wife Betsy, who was much shorter then him and reminded me of Halle Barry, had met Angie and I for a couple of drinks. We had all enjoyed each others company when we were together. One afternoon as he and I were dressing, following a workout, he had said something that led me to believe he would be interested in making our fantasy come true. I explained to him the fantasy then asked if he would like to be the one to fulfill it. I knew he liked the idea as I could see his cock pressing against his slacks as we left the gym. He and Betsy had often fantasized about the same thing, but had never acted on it, he would talk to her and see what her feelings were and let me know. Now standing beside me he pushed his boxers down as we watched Angie's fingers and listened to her moans as she brought herself to climax. His cock stood straight from his body, like a club! I didn't' know if Angie would be able to take it all! Hard he was at least ten inches long and it looked just as thick. The thick black shaft was topped with a huge purplish-black head. Stepping past me he knelt behind Angie and his tongue plunged deep into her wetness. "Ohhhh...yessss...Jon-n-n-n-n...eat me I'm cum...cum..cummingggGGGG!!!!..." She pushed back tight to Ben's mouth as he continued to work his tongue in and out of her spasming sex. Ben glanced back at me as I sat down in the small love seat that was in the room, and just out of Angie's line of sight. His lips and her slit glistened with her just released juices. He watched my fist slide up and down my turgid shaft as he took his own cock in his hand. Moving forward he rubbed the thick head along the length of her open slit and up between the spread cheeks of her ass. Placing his hand across both cheeks he gripped. I was amazed at the contrast of colors, his large black hand against the whiteness of her asscheeks. Then that huge purplish cock parted her pussy as he began a slow and mesmerizing entry. "OhhhhJon-n-n-n...no-o-o-o not the big dildo...pleaseeeee..." Angie wailed as the knob of his cock pushed past the swollen pink outer lips. "But lover, I'm not using the dildo..." Ben held his hand on her ass and kept burying more and more of his cock in her. Angie twisted to look back and saw me sitting with my cock in hand. Looking over her shoulder she saw Ben. "Ben...Ben... but ...but-t-t-t...ohhHHH..." She looked back towards me and her eyes glazed over, her hand groped between her thighs and I could see her run her fingers over his balls and the remaining few inches of his shaft. "Gaa...gaaaaa...grrrrohhhhh...FUCK ME WITH THAT BLACK COCK!!!...FUCK ME!!!..." She screamed and pushed back against his thighs. I watched as his entire length spread her wide open. Angie attempted to move but Ben held her tight, buried deep inside her. The lips of her pussy were stretched tight as his cock rammed her. With every backstroke of his cock I could see her juices glistening on his black shaft, and the inner folds pulling out. As he moved back into her Angie would moan, her fingers now busy on her clit. I moved towards the head of the bed, I wanted to feel her mouth take my hard prick while she was getting fucked. She welcomed my swollen purple head between her lips, then suddenly stopping she released me and with her eyes wide looked up at me. "OHHHH...JON-N-N-N-N-N-N!!!!!!! He's cummingggg-G-G-G-G!" Looking down towards Ben I could see his hands gripping the flesh of Angie's asscheeks, the muscles of his stomach taunt. "So...tight...can't...hold...it..." With his jaw clenched tight he growled as he pushed his entire length into Angie and held her tight. Then ever so slowly he began pumping in short rapid strokes into her. "Ohhhhhhgawddddd...he's...filling...meeeeeee!!" Angie wailed as he pulled his cock out of her pussy with a resounding 'pop'. As he rolled her over onto her back I could see the white cream flowing from her violated cunt. Standing now between her open thighs Ben took his cock in his fist and jacked off. We all watched as load after load of creamy cum erupted from the big black cockhead. Long strings of cum landed on Angie's breasts covering them; cum landed on her belly and pooled in her belly button; he milked the last of his load and it dripped onto Angie's fingers that worked feverishly on her clit then down onto the thick mat of pubic hair between her spread thighs. "Ohhhgawdddd..." Angie's body shuddered again as she climaxed. Her eyes had remained fixed on Ben's cock, still held in his hand, but had now begun to soften. A small hand came from behind Ben and touched his arm, as he stepped to the side Angie and I both gasped at the same time! Betsy had been standing behind Ben where we couldn't see her, but we had a view of her now! Her soft brown eyes stared at Angie's cum covered body. Naked she stood, I couldn't help but think how her skin was the color of a Milky Way bar. She was absolutely beautiful! There wasn't a flaw on her body! Her breasts were smaller than Angie's, with dark aeroles and hard nipples. "I've watched long enough sweetheart, now it's my turn." She spoke softly as she moved onto the bed between Angie's still parted thighs. "Ohhh my gawd-d-d-d" Angie and I moaned in unison as our eyes moved down between Betsy's thighs. She was shaved completely, protruding lewdly from her slit was a double headed dildo, the white flesh color contrasting against the darkness of her thighs. The end buried in her spread the lips and from the pink inner folds her hard clit was exposed. It was erect and stood like a small hard prick. Holding the remaining six inches of the dildo against Angie's pussy she entered her. "Hold the lips open so my clit can touch yours." She smiled at Angie as she pushed deeper, the dildo disappeared into Angie's cum filled cunt. Angie did as she was told. Her head still rested on the inside of my spread thighs. My cock throbbed from the sight and precum completely coated the length. As their clits touched Angie jumped as if she had been shocked with a jolt of electricity. Betsy lowered herself onto Angie, her tongue circled Angie's breast and as I watched her lips met Angie's, Ben's cum now coated both girls lips and Angie greedily sucked Betsy's tongue into her mouth. Ever so slowly Betsy's hips began grinding forcing their hard clits together. I could only picture the dildo fucking both of them. Betsy lifted her mouth from Angie's and looked her in the eyes, "This is something I have fantasized doing to you for a long time, but there is one more thing that I want." She smiled and there right next to Angie's face Betsy licked the length of my cock and as she reached the head sucked it deep into her mouth. Only inches away Angie watched my cock disappear. "Ohhhdamn! OH DAMN!" All that had happened over the past few minutes had brought me to the edge. From the corner of my eye I saw Ben step closer to Angie's head and he laid his semi flaccid prick against her lips. Her tongue busied itself around the head and her hand circled the black shaft as she stroked him. I felt the rumble of my balls as my cum filled them. "I'm going to cum! OH FUCK! I'M GOING TO CUM!" "Watch Ben." Betsy lifted her mouth off my cock as her fist began stroking my length. "You..." She took the head back in her mouth, her fist moving faster. "want to..." she dove back down over the head "...see this..." "ohhhhHHHHH..." I felt my load travel my shaft. My hands gripped the covers of the bed. "gaaadamnn fuckkkkkkKKKKKKK..." My insides exploded as I came. Load after load of cum shooting from deep in my balls. Betsy slammed her fist along the shaft, her mouth wide open as everyone watched my cum shoot into her mouth and onto her cheeks. Cum passed over her shoulder and the whiteness mixed with the darkness of her back. Cum squirted between them onto their breasts that were mashed against one another. Betsy took my cock in her mouth and swallowed the remainder of my load. "Damnnnnnn..." Ben groaned as he came again. Angie had been busy with her hand and now his cum was spraying across her mouth...onto Betsy's cheek and onto my own cockshaft. As our cocks emptied Ben and I watched our wives. Their lower bodies moved in unison. Betsy lifted her upper body slightly so their nipples rubbed against one another. Angie hips lifted off the mattress to be closer to Betsy's grinding hips. "Oh god, Betsy! I've never felt something so wonderful...you are going to make me cum again..." Angie tried to press tighter to her new found lover. "Me too...I can feel your clit against mine..." "Uggg...ohhh...grraaa..." Angie's hands found Betsy's hips and pulled her tighter. "I'm going to cum ... NowwwwWWW..." "YesssssSSSSSSSSSS..." Their bodies trembled against one another as their climaxes overtook them. We watched as they peaked and slowly relaxed. Betsy slowly rolled away onto her back, her head resting on my other thigh. The dildo still held tightly deep in her pussy. Betsy giggled, "Well that was fun...what are we going to do for the rest of the weekend." I wasn't sure either but glancing over at Ben we both had huge smiles and knew it would be a great weekend...and a long lasting friendship... I hope you have enjoyed this story and that it has brought my readers at least a few moments of satisfaction. It certainly has me. My Wife's Best Friend Ch. 3 Marge and I had been spending more and more time together, at first only on weekends and then, several nights during the week. Those times at my house, I would get home from work, shower and then we'd fall into bed and fuck. It seemed we were forever trying to make up for lost time. One weekend we had gone out for dinner and a movie. When we left the movie, we were both horny as hell. We were so impatient, I drove to a secluded area of the city park and parked next to a park bench where there was little light and we fucked right there. Marge just pulled her panties off and I unzipped my trousers to free my cock and, sitting there on the bench, she straddled me to get my prick into her wet cunt. The idea of fucking in public although there was no one around, made the act more exciting to her and she climaxed almost immediately. Then she had two more orgasms before I could cum. After about three months, I convinced Marge to move into my place, it seemed so much more sensible than maintaining two houses. What's more, my king-sized bed made a much greater 'play ground' than the double bed at her house. We even discussed marriage but Marge had an income from a trust her husband had set up for her and it would end if she remarried. She wanted to maintain that income so we became married only by action, not by paperwork. She put her house up for sale. Several times, while I had my face buried between Marge's thighs, I touched her anus and each time I felt her body stiffen and she would push my finger away. Jane, my late wife, had always enjoyed anal sex, had often demanded it. Truthfully, I too, enjoyed it. After the third or fourth time this happened, she finally told me about how her husband, Hank, had, in effect, raped her ass. It had hurt so bad, she said, "I bled a lot and it hurt for almost a week after. He thought it was great but I never let him touch me there again." One night, as we cuddled in bed, I was caressing her body, paying special attention to her tits. I was intrigued by the way her nipples, always somewhat puffy, became engorged and stood out, not like the pencil erasers everyone speaks about, but much larger. "Suck my boobs, Pete, I love it when you do that, it feels so good." I rose up on one elbow and leaned over to take her nearest breast in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the already hardened nipple. At the same time, I reached over with my free hand to her other breast, cupping it and pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her breathing became heavier and she began moaning with pleasure. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her reach down to her pussy to slowly stroke her clit. After several minutes she was panting and I felt her body begin to tense up as she neared her climax. "Oh yes, love, oh god yesss, I'm cumming Pete, OH GOD' I'M CUMMING." She clamped her legs together, holding her hand imprisoned, while with her other hand, she crushed my face against her tit. When her climax had subsided and her breathing returned to normal, I drew back from her to lay flat on my back, my erect prick pointed at the ceiling. Marge got onto her knees beside me and took my cock in her mouth. After bobbing up and down on it for a few minutes, she raised up and said, "Cum for me Pete, cum in my mouth. I want to taste you," then bent back to her task. It wouldn't take long...I began thrusting my hips up to meet every stroke she made on my cock. When I hit the point of no return, I grasped her head in both my hands and lunged upward, trying to bury all my rod in her mouth. As my jism exploded into her throat, she gagged a little then began sucking and swallowing, capturing all my cum. When she was satisfied that she had drained me completely, she fell forward onto me, her face on my chest. We lay like that for several minutes, until, out of a clear blue sky, she asked, "Did you fuck Jane in her ass?" "Yes, love. Quite often she asked for that and on those times she would cum pretty hard." "Do you want to fuck my ass," she whispered? "Yes," I answered truthfully, "but only if you want me to. I don't want to spoil what we've got over something like that." She was quiet for a while, then, "I think I want you to." then after another period silence, "Would you stop if I asked you to?" "Of course, my love, of course I would. do you feel like I'm pressuring you?" "Oh no," she exclaimed. "You've made everything so wonderful and I just want to experience everything you had with Jane." It was out of the question right then, my cock needed a lot more time to recover. I pulled her face up to mine and we kissed and I tasted some of myself still in her mouth. We lay back in each others arms till we both fell asleep. It was almost dawn when I woke hours later. We had separated, Marge now lay on her back, one arm on her pillow, curled above her head, the other with her hand cupping her pussy. As I gazed at her in the half light, my prick began to stir with my desires for her. She had given me so much satisfaction and I wanted to do the same for her. Moving slowly so as not to awaken her, I got to the foot of the bed and, gently prying her legs apart, kissed my way up the inside of her thighs till I reached her pussy. In her sleep, she moved her hand away and I licked my way up her cuntlips till I reached her clit. As my tongue touched her love button, she shivered and came awake. "Oh god, Pete," she whispered, "what a delicious way to wake up." She pulled her knees up, opening herself even more to me. Laying on my stomach as I was, I could look up over her softly rounded belly to watch as she grasped her tits, pinching and pulling those beautiful nipples. As her hips began undulating with my ministrations, I pushed first one finger then two into her cunt. She was already wet, her love honey almost flowing out of her. Taking some of that honey, I moved a finger to her anus, feeling her tense up, then slowly relax. I smeared more of her juice around the puckered, brown rosebud, pressing gently but not penetrating. "Do it, love," she whispered, somewhat apprehensively. "Put your finger in me." I pressed a little harder and my finger slipped into her to the first joint. I continued licking and sucking her clit to keep her moving towards a climax. I slowly stroked my finger in and out of her ass, going a little deeper with each stroke and meeting no resistance. Marge began panting heavily. "My god, Pete, that feels so nice. Fuck my ass just like that." She was moving with every push I made into her rectum. A second finger slipped in easily and she was relaxed to the point where I thought I could ease my cock into her. I crawled up so that I was on my knees between her legs, my cock now stiff in anticipation. With my arms under her knees, I raised her hips up to where I could press the purple head of my prick against her ass. She made no resistance as I slowly pushed into her. Suddenly, with great effort, she lunged her hips upward against me, forcing my prick half way into her ass. "Oh god, Pete, you're in my ass and it feels good. Fuck my ass, love, fuck my ass!" I pulled back till only my cock head was inside her, then, slowly pressed forward again till my prick was completely buried. I continued to withdraw then slowly plunge deep again. God, but her ass felt good! "Harder, love, fuck my ass harder...make me cum, lover, make me cum." As I watched her, she had one hand at her clit, rubbing furiously while with the other she was still punishing her nipples. I fucked faster and faster, burying the entire length of my prick with each lunge. "Yes, yes, oh god, yes, oh god it feels so good. FUCK MY ASS, LOVER, FUCK MY ASS! I'M GONNA CUM, OH GOD IT FELS SO GOOD, I'M GONNA CUM," she was almost screaming. The perspiration was dripping off my face as I tried to hold back my own orgasm but when I felt her sphincter begin convulsing on my cock, I couldn't help myself, I pumped my jism into her almost virgin ass. When my cock spasms ended and my prick began to shrink, I pulled my arms from under her knees, letting her hips fall back down onto the bed. As I looked down, I could see my jism seeping out of her still open ass hole. I had broken her barrier to anal sex. We had been at 'it' for over three hours! I fell forward onto her and she wrapped her arms around me as we kissed. After a few moments, she pulled her face away and, looking me in the eye, "I never in a lifetime would have thought I would let anyone do that. God, but Jane was a lucky person." We slept almost the entire day. My Wife's Best Friend Ch. 4 After almost a year together, Marge and I made a decision to sell out everything and move to Florida. I sold my business quickly to a friendly competitor. It had always been a money maker for me. After the sale I found myself to be a multi millionaire. Marge's house had already been sold and now, my house sold quickly...it was a seller's market. Through a contact I had in Florida, we managed to get hold of a nice place in the south central part of the state, a house in a secluded area on a large tract of land, complete with a screened-in patio and pool. We spent almost a month in a motel while we furnished and stocked our new home, made arrangements for pool cleaning and a housekeeper to come in once a week before we moved in. During that time, at Marge's suggestion, we abstained from sex, saving ourselves to inaugurate our move into our new 'fuck' nest. It was really very difficult for the both of us but was something to look forward to. We would spend our first days fucking in every room and in the pool to initiate the house. The morning we left the motel for the last time and into the house, we wasted no time getting naked. I had an almost painful, raging hard-on and when Marge's conical tits came into view, those glorious, puffy nipples were taut. The anticipation was great. She fell onto our new bed, legs spread and knees bent, one hand on her pussy. "Come on, lover man, I need to be fucked, god but I need it bad." I wasted no time and was between her thighs quickly my cock at the entrance of her cunt. As I leaned forward to grasp those beautiful tits, she guided my prick into her eager tunnel and I plunged full depth. She was already breathing hard as she wrapped her legs around me and began her fuck dance. "Oh god, Pete, fuck me hard, I'm ready to cum...make me cum, I need to cum, make me cum." I needed the release just as much, I had developed an awful case of 'blue balls' over the past month. We fucked furiously for about five minutes till I felt my release building up. "I'm gonna come, sweetheart. I can't hold off any longer, I'm gonna cum." "Yes, love, cum in me now, fill my cunt with your sweet juice. Oh yes baby, oh yes, OH GOD, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING." As she screamed out in her ecstasy of the moment, I came, pumping gob after gob of my jism into her. We strained against each other as shot after shot of my juice spurted against the mouth of her womb. My feeling of release was so great, it was almost like the first time I had ever fucked. To my surprise, my cock didn't shrink but remained just as hard and stiff as when I had first entered her. "God," I thought to myself, "I'm priapic, I've got a perpetual hard-on." When Marge released me from her grip, I rolled onto my back, my cock pointing at the ceiling. "My god, love," she cried out. "Didn't you cum? I thought I felt you cum." She reached between her legs and scooped up some of our combined juices that were seeping out of her pussy. After she tasted it she exclaimed, "You did cum, you did and you've still got a hard-on!" She grasped my cock and slowly massaged it. When she touched the bulbous purple head, I winced, it was so sensitive that it was painful. "This is too good to waste," she murmured, and, rolling over, she mounted my hips and once more guided my prick into her cunt. She settled down on me with a contented sigh and slowly began moving back and forth, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone. After several minutes she leaned forward, her hands on my chest, her glorious tits above me. "Pinch my nips, Pete, help me cum again." I needed no encouragement and reaching up, cupped her tits, her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I pinched them gently, rolling them back and forth. Her eyes closed in rapture as she continued rubbing her clit on me. "Oh god, love, it feels so good, so damned good," she whispered hoarsely. She cupped her hands over mine, forcing me to squeeze her breasts. Marge had two brief orgasms, only moments apart. All this time I remained motionless, letting her satisfy herself. As her breathing became more and more forced, I knew she was building towards a tremendous orgasm. Her movements became more rapid and I felt the first convulsions of her cunt on my cock. "Fuck me, Pete, fuck me hard, I'm gonna cum, FUCK ME!". She was shouting at me now as she raced towards her orgasm. "PINCH MY NIPS! PINCH THEM HARD! HARDER, HARDER!" I began thrusting upwards to meet her own motions, driving my prick into her as deep and as hard as I could. "OH GOD, OH GOD, I'M CUMMING, OH GOD! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! AAAAAAAUUUUUUUHHH! She crashed herself down onto me, driving herself down onto my prick. As her body tensed, she leaned away from me, keeping me deeply imbedded in her cunt. I could feel her cunt honey gushing down over my groin and thighs. Now I began to feel the need to cum but I was prevented from thrusting as she continued to press down on me. Nevertheless, the violent contractions of her cunt muscles were beginning to have an effect and I felt my own orgasm swiftly building. Suddenly, with no movement on my part, I came, my jism erupting into her. I gripped her hips in both hands, trying to pull her more tightly against me as my cum spurted and spurted into her. If anything, this second explosion was more intense than my earlier orgasm. After the last contraction of my balls, I felt completely drained and my prick, this time, shrank rapidly and slipped out of her pussy. For several minutes after my cum, Marge continued with her orgasm. She was panting for breath as the final waves of pleasure flowed through her body. Then, slowly, those waves subsided and she fell forwards onto me, completely exhausted. "Oh god, Pete," she whispered in my ear. "That was so good, so damned good. We are so good together, you take me right to heaven every time we fuck." "You know something, sweetheart," I replied, I think we've properly christened this bed, but, I think we're going to have to get a new bedspread. This one is soaked and I'm laying in it."