0 comments/ 110160 views/ 3 favorites G Ch. 01 By: Lucky_Hubby We call her G. In fact, everyone calls her G, it's easier than pronouncing her full name. She is a friend my wife met over the internet years ago. The first time we met in person was a dinner with both families, but since then she and my wife have hung out several times. When I have the privilege of seeing them together, I make full use of it in my fantasies the next free moment I get. Both women are thin with beautiful long hair; my wife's is brown to match her eyes, and G's is black. G's skin is smooth and dark while my wife's is light. In my imagination that makes an incredibly beautiful contrast when they touch. And in my mind they touch each other quite often. I was always sure that one day, if their friendship continued, they would explore each other's bi-sexual curiosities. I never thought for a minute that I would actually be there to see it happen. It was a warm Sunday afternoon about three weeks ago when G and her daughters came over to play in our new pool. G's husband works in sales and weekends are always busy for him. Our daughter loves when her friends come to our house to play, and with my wife four months pregnant, she enjoys the time to relax with her friend while I watch the kids. That's how it all happened; I was out at the pool with the girls while G and my wife sat talking on the sofa in the living room. The kids were old enough to not have to be watched every moment, so my attention shifted to the ladies inside. I could see them through the glass doors, but not all that well through the glare. My wife was sitting in the middle of the sofa as G sat next to her with her legs tucked under her skirt. I had glanced a few times before it happened; as I strained to see through the glare, I realized my wife was lifting her shirt. My mind raced. My wife was stripping for her friend. Why? What had been said? Who had started it? Why was I stuck out here? Just as my imagination started to race it was brought to a dead stop. G reached over and felt my wife's belly. She was just beginning to show her pregnancy, and here I was getting excited by a tender moment between friends. I would have felt ashamed if I hadn't thought my hastiness was so funny. I turned back, with a smile on my face, to watch our daughters splashing each other playfully. All in all, this was a nice moment. I was feeling quite happy with life in general; wonderful wife, beautiful daughter, good friends. At least a minute passed before I looked back into the house. I was confused to see G's hand still resting on my wife's belly. It had lingered longer than I would have expected. These two beautiful women had my attention again. There it was. I don't think I noticed it the first time. The contrast between there skin tones. They were simply sitting there, face to face, talking while G's hand rested on my wife's soft skin. I knew they were discussing something non-sexual like breathing techniques or contractions, but my imagination began to get the better of me: "It is amazing isn't it?" G asks my wife. "Yes it is." "Does it feel nice?" G asks as her hand slowly begins to caress my wife's skin. Closing her eyes as G's hand lowers my wife whispers, "Yes." When she opens her eyes again, G is staring into them, only inches away. "How nice?" My wife can only sigh. "How nice does it feel?" G asks again as her fingers lower and begin to play with my wife's pubic hair. The sighs become soft moans as my wife closes her eyes again. G seizes the moment to do what I am sure she has fantasized of doing for a very long time. As her fingertips find the silky folds of my wife's pussy, she leans in the extra few inches for a first kiss. What breath my wife had left escapes into G's waiting mouth. Their lips part with a familiarity that is borne of months of mutual fantasizing. G begins to slide her fingers up and down my wife's ever-more-sensitive pussy as their tongues explore each other. My wife's hand wraps around G's head and grabs a hold of her black, silky hair. Their kisses grow more rhythmic as G begins to slide her insatiable fingers inside my wife's pussy. Feeling the warmth deep inside, G begins to moan into my wife's mouth. With her free hand, my wife finds G's bare leg and slides it up her thigh. When she realizes how wet G has become, their kiss is broken. Trying to catch their breath, they look at each other for what seems like forever. A light smile crosses my wife's glowing face and G returns the encouragement. Sliding her wet panties aside, my wife finds G's hungry pussy and fills it with two fingers as quickly as she can. This time, it is G's turn to close her eyes and moan. My wife smiles and stretches up to taste G's lips again. As their kisses are renewed, their fingers pick up pace in what seems like a race to satisfy. Both are rocking their hips slightly and when G's thumb presses down on my wife's clit, it becomes too much for her to withstand. My wife explodes in orgasm as G pumps her fingers in and out of my wife's convulsing, wet hot pussy. As my wife nearly screams into G's mouth, she grabs hold of her hair even harder. G wraps her hand around my wife's head and holds on to her. As my wife's orgasm subsides, she lets one hand drop from G's hair as the other slides out from between G's legs. She takes a deep breath before realizing that G has not let go of her. G has grabbed a hold of my wife's hip and is still holding her head close. My wife returns this hug from her new lover and they share a last, sweet kiss before parting to fall back onto the sofa. The screams and laugher from our daughters in the pool brought me out of my fantasy. I turned to check on the kids and they seemed to be as engrossed in their play as I was in my day dream. Looking back into the house, I was shocked at what I thought I saw. I struggled to make it out through the glare on the glass. It was my wife sliding her hand out from underneath G's dress. This is part one of a planned four to five part series. I welcome any and all comments or ideas. I will respond to any emails. Enjoy! G Ch. 02 My wife and her friend G have grown more inseparable over the past couple of weeks. As the holidays approached, G's husband increased his hours at work, leaving her plenty of free time. The afternoon visits between my wife and G grew into the occasional "girl's night out." To tell the truth, I am glad to see my wife enjoying a little bit of the life she gave up when she took on the role of new mother. She was only 22-years-old when our daughter was born, and that cut short her "roaring twenties." Don't let me give you the wrong impression; my wife is the only woman I could ever imagine being a mother to my daughter. She is dedicated, open-minded and even-handed. And she loves our daughter more than anything in the world. But, I know sometimes she does lament what she has given up. That is why I am so pleased to see her enjoying herself with a girlfriend again. And now let me tell you the real truth; I'm quite happy with her choice of friends. G is a gorgeous brunette whose exotic look turns a great many heads. She is a thin, dark-skinned beauty whose heritage is, I think, about 1/4 Native American. She has been the source of several of my fantasies, and at least a few my wife has joined me in exploring. I will never forget the first time we met G and her family. Later that night, at home, my wife drove me close to insanity as she straddled me, looked down with lust in her eyes and kept repeating, "You want her don't you?" Slowly sliding herself up and down on my rock-hard cock whispering, "You want to fuck her, don't you?" Needless to say, I love my wife and I certainly don't mind at all when G comes around to visit. In fact, I have even caught myself fantasizing about her while she is here. But it's always just a fantasy. Once I thought I saw G and my wife touching, but it was an innocent girl bonding moment that I nearly ruined when my over-sexed imagination got the best of me. Or at least that's what I had told myself for the weeks that followed the incident. I had been by the pool when I thought I caught a glimpse of these two beautiful girls touching each other. But I talked myself out of what I had thought I'd seen. I convinced myself I had not seen anything extraordinary. And so I went on believing until last Friday night. G had invited my wife to a local concert. It seemed one of her friends was in the band and he and G were pretty close. My wife said something about G not wanting to go alone for fear she might start to fall for this guy if it turned out he was actually as talented as he was cute. I made a half-facetious comment to my wife about her not falling for the guy too, and said my goodnight. Since I would have to entertain our daughter most of the night, I didn't expect to be awake when my wife got home. Sometime around 1:30am I woke-up. I wasn't sure if I heard something or if I was just missing my sleeping partner, but I decided to head downstairs and get a glass of water. It was about mid staircase that I realized the living room was occupied. I froze in my tracks and sat on the steps as quickly as I could to avoid being seen. I strained my eyes to see in the lamp's dim light. There, on the same sofa I would have sworn I saw them touching, sat my wife and G. They were talking and I did my best to hear every word. After a moment, my wife stood and walked to the far end of the room. "I'm just saying that it isn't fair," my wife said without looking at G. "I'm okay. Honest." "I'm sure," my wife answered as she turned back to face her friend. "But I think it's only fair." "I really do appreciate the thought," G said as my wife made her way back to the sofa. "But I had fun even if I didn't come." Then I knew it. I knew for sure that what I thought I had seen, really happened. "It isn't that important," G continued to explain as my wife stopped and stood in front of her. "It is to me," my wife replied as she dropped to her knees in front of the sofa. She placed her hands on G's thighs and gave them a light squeeze. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel." As I watched these two ravishingly beautiful women lean in to kiss each other, I could feel my cock twitch. I don't know if I had ever gotten that hard, that quickly, but when their lips finally met, I could feel the electricity shoot through my body. I was so taken by surprise that I was convinced they would notice me; hear my ever-increasing breathing or catch sight of me shifting positions. But they were too involved now in what they were undertaking to pick up on any other sounds or movements. Their kissing broke just long enough for G to slip my wife's shirt over her head. And when it resumed, my wife began her work on G's belt. It did not take her long to have G's jeans opened and her shirt lifted just enough to reveal G's navel. My wife paused, then gently lowered herself to place her lips on G's flat, tanned belly. G let her head fall back against the sofa and slowly raised her hips as my wife's hands slid under her lower back. Arching up, G let out a breath. My wife stopped her kissing just long enough to hook the belt-line of G's jeans. She worked the jeans and panties down over G's legs. Both women giggled as the jeans got stuck on G's shoes, but the mood returned to serious passion once the shoes and pants were out of the way. My wife's kisses turned into soft licking as she traced her way up G's legs. With her tongue on one thigh, her hair fell across the opposite leg. G slid her hand down to touch my wife's hair and it was obvious she drew as much pleasure from her own touch as my wife's kisses. Opening her eyes, G watched her fingers glide through my wife's hair and then turned her attention to my wife's face. Reaching out with a caring only lovers could share, G touched my wife's cheeks and lifted her face to kiss her lips. It was a gentle, light kiss of appreciation and understanding. After which, G closed her eyes again and let my wife's face slide from her hands. It was at this point I was truly grateful to my wife for having switched me to wearing boxers. I never used to wear them, but at this moment they were especially nice because of the easy access they offered. In the past it was access my wife appreciated as she would kneel before me and reach into them to grab hold of my cock. Sometimes playful, sometimes for a serious cock-sucking, but always convenient. Now they were aiding me in the quick-release of my aching cock that was so engorged from watching my wife on her knees for someone else. And what a beautiful sight it was. My wife kissing and licking straight down the center of G's chest as she unbuttoned her blouse. Once exposed, my wife began cupping and stroking the outer edges of G's breasts as her lips made their way to G's belly once again. G rested her head against the back of the sofa and her hair draped and framed her face perfectly. My wife lowered one hand to grip G's waist as her other hand slid slowly up to G's neck. She caressed G's neck and worked her way up into G's hair. As she lowered her kisses, her hand slid down farther to G's face. G instinctively opened her mouth and grabbed one of my wife's fingers. She mimicked a passionate bite, and then began to lick and suck gently like a child with the sweetest of candy. My wife moaned as her other hand moved to G's pubic hair and began rubbing and scratching. "Mmm, you like that, do you?" G mumbled through her sucking. My wife chose this moment to lower her lips and tongue onto G. "Oh yes," she answered as she pressed he face against G's warm pussy. G's head shot back and her mouth fell open as her breath escaped her lips. My wife never let her finger out, instead hooking it onto G's jaw and pulling on her slightly. The rest of her hand grabbed G's face as it rocked from side-to-side slowly. My wife let her tongue run up and down the outer lips of G's pussy while her hand continued its light scratching of her pubic hair. My wife's head stopped moving in small circles and pressed forward as she pushed her tongue into G's wetness. "Oh damn!" G nearly shouted. My wife's hand dropped from G's mouth to rub and massage her chest as it rose and fell with every frantic breath. G was truly enjoying every aspect of my wife's touch; her hand on her breasts, her arms resting on her thighs, her hair tickling her belly and her tongue pumping into her burning pussy. She loved the whole idea of my wife as her lover, and it was pushing her over the edge quickly. My wife sensed this, and slowed her pace. G was simultaneously grateful and frustrated. Her whole body relaxed as my wife slowed her manipulations. "Damn it you are so good," she managed to tell my wife. I think I heard my wife smile. I knew my wife was good at everything, so this revelation was no surprise, but as I sat on the stairs stroking myself, it was nice to hear. In fact, it was just nice to hear either of them speaking at that moment. "If only one of them would moan some more," I thought as I smiled to myself. Just then G let out a moan that sounded as if she were as equally shocked as she was stimulated. I looked downstairs again at my wife on her knees before her friend and lover to see G staring down at my wife with a look of passion and shock. My wife was sliding one of her fingers deep into G's pussy as she rubbed and licked her burning clit. G's face was filled with lust as she reached out and grabbed my wife's hair. My wife returned the aggressive gesture by forcing a second finger into G's dripping pussy and lowering her head onto G with a renewed determination. G's head dropped back and pushed itself into the sofa as she moaned. My wife was working harder now pressing her tongue against G and pumping even faster with her fingers. G let go and her arms stretched out to each side of her convulsing body. She was reaching and grabbing at the sofa. One of her hands found a pillow and brought it quickly to her face. She pressed it hard against her as her screams exploded into it. The muffled squeals only encouraged my wife and they pushed me over the edge as well. My cock exploded; shooting cum into my hands and onto my belly. I squeezed and stroked as hard and fast as I could. Somehow, my wife knew exactly when to ease-up on her new lover. G's body tensed, and then collapsed into the sofa. A moment later my wife lifted her head to look at G. When G opened her eyes again, they both smiled. "Wonderful," was all I heard G say. As my wife rose to kiss her friend, I got up to make my way back to the bedroom. I did take one last look at the two women as they let their tongues playfully express their desires. As I turned to make my way back up the stairs to get cleaned up, I realized something; now, these two would be even more inseparable. G Ch. 03 I know my wife well. Even though she had found a new lover in her best girl friend, I knew she would not keep it a secret for long. I was sure she enjoyed keeping her new relationship to herself, but I never imagined why. It had only been a few days since I witnessed them together in our living room. Since then, the images of my wife and her friend G had played over and over in my mind. The gentle way they touched. The passionate way they kissed. The sighs and moans that escaped G's mouth as my wife pushed her tongue deep into her, bringing her to the heights of orgasm. Yes, I remembered it all. In fact, I'm quite certain that's what I was dreaming of when I woke up to a soft kiss from my wife. My wife and G had been out late again, and I had taken advantage of the time to revert to watching some mindless television; a habit I had almost broken since our daughter was born nearly four years earlier. I had fallen asleep on the sofa and I had no clue how much time had passed. As my vision came into focus, I could see my wife silhouetted against the flashing eclectic colors of the television still on behind her. She had just kissed me awake. That was nice. She was facing me and though I could not see her eyes clearly, it was obvious she was staring into mine. I noticed then that her hand was under my shirt and rubbing my chest. It slowly dawned on me that she was in an aroused mood; no doubt the effect of spending another evening with G. As her hand slid down my abdomen, I thought I could see her smile as she whispered lovingly to me, "Hey, sleepy-head." She never slowed her hand's progress until it reached my testicles. Then, slowly, she began to scratch. "Relax sweetheart," she whispered again as she rotated and turned her attention to my boxers. I reached up and caressed her silky hair as she slid my underwear down my legs. Then I took her advice and relaxed. I let my eyes fall shut once more and focused on the amazing feeling of her fingernails on my body. There were times she would scratch me this way half-heartedly, and there were times she would devote all of her attention and efforts to the act. This was one of those wonderful moments when her only goal seemed to be my pleasure. As the fingertips from her left hand scratched me, she took hold of my cock in her right hand to position it out of the way. Her firm grasp again drew my attention to her excited condition; perhaps a by-product of her evening with G. There was no doubt that my wife usually ended her time with G in an elevated state of sexual arousal, but since taking her as a lover, my wife's appetite had been insatiable. As her hand began to squeeze and stroke me, I knew tonight would be no different. It took very little time for me to feel completely awakened by my wife's manipulations, but if there was any uncertainty in my mind about whether I would find the energy to participate, that passed when I sensed her warm breath on my belly. My eyes were already rolling from the pleasure her fingernails were bringing me, but the realization that her face was that close to me sent new waves of sensations through my body. My hips, acting as if of their own mind, raised slightly to meet her advances. My hand found its way from her hair to under her shirt and the warm skin of her lower back. I pressed into her muscles performing a light massage. She sighed, but never broke the rhythm of her own massage. As my hips lifted for a second time, she understood what I needed. I felt her hair fall onto my thighs as she lowered her head again to me. Then I felt the soft, warm touch of her lips as they found the head of my now engorged cock. As her tongue pressed firmly against the underside of my cock head, I twitched repeatedly in the grasp of her lips. I sensed her smiling as her moves became increasingly playful; she pressed her tongue into me again to feel me jerk in her wet mouth, gripping me gently with her teeth, she parted her lips to draw in a breath of cold air across my saliva-covered cock. Then all at once, as if rewarding me for some unknown good deed I had performed, her mouth engulfed as much of my cock as it could take. I let out a moan of extreme approval as my whole body tensed with pleasure from the moment. Then, as I relaxed, she whispered affectionately, "Did you like that?" "Did I like that?" I thought. What kind of a question was that? In fact, it was no question at all. My wife wasn't asking me anything, she was telling me. She was making a statement unmistakably clear. She was confessing her affair with G and explaining to me why she had delayed the revelation for so long, all in one simple statement. Did I like it when her hand was stroking me? Did I like it when her tongue was licking me? Or did I like the revelation that she could not have possibly whispered her question to me while my aching cock was still buried deep inside her mouth? My eyes shot open to behold her gazing at me with the sweetest and biggest smile I had ever seen on her face. Knowing how badly I needed to see the obvious, she leaned to one side to expose G kneeling on the floor beside the sofa and hungrily devouring my cock. I can only imagine how stunned I must have looked. My wife leaned in to once again say something. The difference this time was that she brought her face next to mine so that our cheeks met and her warm breath caressed my neck as her words echoed in my ear. "I had to wait until she was ready," she whispered. "I had to make her want you so much she couldn't stand to not feel you inside her." As G continued to encircle my cock with her soft, warm lips, my wife whispered more, "Isn't she so good?" All I could do by way of a reply was exhale heavily. "Haven't you just wanted her for so long?" she continued. "Wouldn't you just love to fuck her right now?" Thankfully I didn't have to answer a single question. I could just lie there, watch this exotic woman wrap her wet lips around my stiff cock, and listen to my wife talk. "Do you want to fuck her?" she continued. "Do you want to fuck her tonight?" My wife knew that too much more of this would send me over the edge on which I was already teetering. She sat up and pulled G's hair back in a bundle so I could see more clearly this beautiful woman who was so focused on me; so I could watch the subject of my fantasies so engrossed in sucking and licking my cock. There was no question in my mind that I had never been this hard before. Knowing that I would hate to cum too quickly, my wife pulled G's hair back and forced her mouth off of my cock. G's confusion was met with a deep and loving kiss. G became distracted enough that she stopped stroking me for a moment and I was able to regain some of my composure. As I sat up a bit, my wife lowered her hand down G's arm until both women had hold of me. Slowly, deliberately, my wife guided G's hand up and down my cock, never breaking their kiss. My wife placed G's hand at the base of my cock and had her squeeze as she pulled her own hand up the length of me. Pressing even harder, my wife dragged her thumb up the underside of my cock and across its head to catch the first bit of pre-cum. Slowly, and in a fluid motion, she slid her hand back up G's arm, never letting her thumb touch her friend's skin. Never quite completely breaking their kiss, my wife parted her lips enough to slip her thumb in between and onto G's tongue. Knowing full well what she had tasted, G smiled and moaned a thank you into her next kiss. Just as I was beginning to reach the point of begging, my wife pulled back from her friend, who leaned forward trying to capture one more taste of my wife's lips. G's confusion was put to rest when my wife firmly pressed down on her head to lower her back to my waiting cock. As G resumed her assault of my aching flesh, my wife watched. Steadily, she lowered herself to a better vantage point. Now she was only inches away from G's full, dark lips as they repeatedly rose and fell around my cock. She could watch G's face contract with determination as she worked her hand in perfect unison with her mouth. My wife's new lover was working as hard to please her, as she was to pleasure me. As sensations of ecstasy spread through my entire body, it became obvious to my wife that I was nearing the breaking point. She moved her head in to rest her cheek on my belly. Quickly she darted her tongue out to lick the base of my cock as G squeezed and sucked on the head. My wife's licking was replaced by kisses and light nibbles. She began to work her way up the length of my cock to join G in working the sensitive tip. G leaned her head to one side to make room and soon both women were sucking and pressing against the head of my cock like they had been practicing the movements for years. At first taking turns, then simultaneously licking the underside of my head with their tongues. My wife was rubbing my chest almost frantically as G massaged my balls and gripped my inner thigh. Dragging her nails up and down my leg, G took my cock into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down while my wife worked me with her free hand. After a moment, she pulled my cock from G's mouth and took it for herself; sucking and scraping her teeth lightly across my soft skin. G moved in closer and drew my wife's lips from my cock with a kiss. Then G turned her attention back quickly to me. Not to be outdone, my wife again grabbed G's hair and pulled her head away from me to take over the relentless sucking. This time G let my wife have me long enough for her to bring me to the brink of cumming. My wife knew I was close, so she offered my throbbing cock to her friend who gratefully accepted. But before G's lips could reach me, I began to cum. The first shot splashed against G's cheek before she was able to wrap her lips around me. As I exploded into G's mouth time after time, my wife pushed a pillow from the sofa to me so that I could bury my screams into it. Grabbing at anything I could, I squirmed and convulsed until my body sank in complete satisfaction into the softness of the cushions. Opening my eyes, I was treated not only to my wife's smile, but to the remarkable sight of G lifting her mouth from me; her dark cheek and chin still coated with my cum. Rising up on her knees my wife leaned over to kiss her friend and proceeded to lick my cum from her face. My wife let out a laugh and scooted over to me; pushing the hair from my face and moving the pillow away. We shared a smile and some heavy breathing as G slid her way up my body to join us. G grinned as she lovingly spoke, "Hey, sleepy-head." This time we all laughed. As it subsided my wife buried her face into the cushion next to my head and sighed. As she slowly lifted her head she paused to whisper in my ear, "Well, do you want to fuck her tonight?" I look forward to hearing from any reader with feedback, tips or ideas for another story. Let me know, and I hope this one satisfied! G Ch. 04 Weeks had passed, and G had been a regular visitor to our home. More often than not, she and my wife would enjoy each other's company while I was at work or busy watching the kids. I never had a problem with my wife taking G as a lover. To be honest, her extramarital activities increased her sexual drive, and my fantasy life, so much that when we were together the encounters became infused with a newness and excitement that we hadn't seen or felt for years in our bedroom, or living room, or kitchen, or even the laundry room once. And all of this was due in large part to G’s increased presence. She would be over not just to spend time with my wife, but also to help with the housework, the kid sitting, and so many other things that we just couldn’t seem to find the time to get done. And she would always seem to look great no matter what she was doing. She came over sometimes straight from the gym, and sometimes so early in the morning she had to use our shower to get ready—an activity to which I never objected. Fact is, I think G used my wife being pregnant as an excuse to get out of her own house. Her relationship with her husband hadn't been going well for over a year, and I was beginning to think my family consisted of my wife, my daughter, and G and her girls. The situation was far from objectionable, but as we entered the final weeks of my wife's pregnancy, sex was more often than not, not on her mind. Even my daughter commented on how much time at night I was spending in the office alone, on the computer, with the door locked. I don't know when exactly my wife hatched her plan, but she was either more grateful for my acceptance of her lover than I knew, or she simply loved me more than I had imagined; last night she showed me just how much. Or to be more accurate, she let her lover show me. I had just finished my daughter's bath and as we both wandered into the kitchen we could hear G and my wife talking. "It's still early enough," my wife said. "Well, at least let me go and get it," G replied. "No," my wife insisted as she spotted us. "You've done enough today." She walked to us and lifted our daughter into her arms. "You need to get home to your kids," she added. "Fine, but I'm going to at least finish up these dishes," G insisted. My wife looked at me for some help. "I'm not gonna try to stop her," I said. My wife smiled and headed off to the bedroom. "Come on sweetie, you and Mommy are going to the grocery store." It wasn't long before my wife and daughter were out the door and I was on the computer. I checked my email to see if I had any feedback from the stories I had submitted to the erotica web site, but there were none. As I scanned the titles of the new uploaded stories searching for a good fantasy, I realized I was just too uncomfortable having G in the next room and knowing my wife was not home. I resigned myself to another late night masturbation session, turned off the computer and headed into the kitchen. There stood G with her back to me. I let my eyes drift over her body for a moment and take in the sight of her silky hair, thin waist and long legs; her half shirt and shorts offering me a sample of her beautifully dark and smooth skin. I lost myself in the moment and in the sight of her. The story titles from the web site rushed back to me: Taken… Obedient Lover… Virgin Slut… Okay, so I have my moods like everyone else. “So how have things been around here the past few days?” G asked, startling me and returning me to the present. She had turned and was wiping her soapy hands on the dishtowel. “Oh, fine," I stuttered, shifting my eyes to her smiling face. "We’re all quite excited about the birth.” “Yes, I remember when my second was due. I also remember how little time my husband and I had together.” “Sure, time is a valuable commodity in a family.” “So how are you two?” G asked as she approached me by the refrigerator. “We’re getting through it.” “No,” she continued as she opened the refrigerator and grabbed some water. “How are you two doing?” “What do you…?” My confusion vanished as the cold air against my skin and the suggestive look in her eyes snapped me out of my dumfounded state. “Oh! That. Well, it isn’t like it used to be, but that’s what you expect in the final few weeks, right?” “Yes, but it doesn’t have to be quite that bad.” She replied. “Well I know we can’t do too much when she’s this close. Plus, she hasn’t exactly felt in the mood lately anyway.” I continued, “You remember that too, right?” I snapped back trying to regain my control. “Oh yes, I remember.” She said as she pushed the refrigerator door closed. “I also remember how much my poor husband suffered; not getting to feel me beneath him for all that time.” I swallowed hard. “Yes, I can well imagine how frustrating that was for him.” “Are you suffering?” “Now?” I asked shakily. “Right now.” She stated. “Yea, you could say that.” I managed to reply. G slowly let her hand slide down my arm and take hold of my hand. She raised it slowly to her waist and placed my hand against her skin. “Let me help.” “G, I don’t think that…” She stepped even closer and gazed up at me. “I’ll do anything you want me to. Anything you need.” I nearly wavered; but I simply couldn’t do it. My wife had never intended me to be with another woman without her. “G,” I said firmly removing my hand from her waist. “When my wife gets home we can discuss anything the two of you would like to do, but I won’t do anything without her permission.” She nearly laughed out loud. I was taken aback and confused to say the least. “What is so funny,” I demanded. Shaking her head she took a drink, “See, this is why she loves you so much.” It was an odd moment to feel proud of myself, but there is no other way to describe it. “That is what she said you would say,” G continued as she walked into the den and set down the glass. “What?” I questioned as I followed. “Well, not those exact words, but she was sure I wouldn’t be able to seduce you by myself.” “Pardon my confusion, but you discussed this?” I asked sternly. “Well, of course,” She quipped. “We are best friends.” “Sure, but,” I stumbled on how to take this new bit of information. “Still, I think you…” G held out her hand and in it was a piece of paper. “Read.” I took the paper as G walked over to the sofa and got comfortable. “What is it?” I questioned. “Don’t be worried, just read it.” I opened the paper and recognized my wife’s handwriting immediately. As I read, my jaw began to drop. I know how much you enjoy her and I know how sexually frustrated you are right now. So, with that in mind, and remembering that it is ONLY SEX! I want you to do whatever you want with her. Consider it a gift for all the extra help you’ve given me during the pregnancy. Don’t worry; if you think it’s not a fair trade, you can always make it up to me later. All My Love, “I told you she loved you,” G said in a near whisper. All I could do was look over at her sitting on the sofa. I wasn’t sure if this was something I could do. I couldn’t jump from a love letter to raw sex that quickly. G saw it in my eyes. I know this because in her eyes I saw sympathy for me; an understanding of the conflicting thoughts running through my mind. She rose slowly and made her way back over to where I stood, motionless. “Yes, she’s wonderful.” G whispered. “I love her too." She paused. "Now do as she tells you, and fuck me.” Still, I couldn’t move; as stunned by G’s words as by the blood racing to my awakened cock. “Aww now, don’t make me beg you,” she said. I couldn't speak, or maybe I simply hesitated to see what she would say next. “Okay then, have it your way," she added as she lowered herself to her knees. Licking her lips and looking up at me she continued, "Please fuck me.” It only took me a moment to smile, then wipe the smile off my face and assume my role for the evening. “I don’t think so,” I stated matter-of-factly. “Please? Please let me feel your cock inside me.” “I don’t think you want me badly enough.” Her eyes widened with an unexpected sincerity. “No, you’re wrong. I need you so bad it hurts. I’m so wet just thinking about touching you.” “Then for that, you’ll have to wait.” “Aw, that’s not fair.” “Fair? No one said this would be fair.” My voice had grown harsh and G knew exactly the kind of mood I was in when I grabbed her hair tightly. A breath escaped her lips. “You aren’t going to hurt me, are you?” she pleaded. I tightened my grip as my fingers intertwined with her soft hair. “I’ll do whatever I want.” Pulling down slightly, I tilted her head back even more, exposing her dark, fragile neck. “Now tell me how much you want to fuck me.” My words were callous and my tone was severe, and the beauty now at my mercy played along perfectly. “I’ll do what you ask, just please don’t hurt me.” She begged as I forced her to her feet and walked her back to the sofa. “Tell me.” I commanded. “You know I want to. I always want to. Since the first night we met I’ve wanted to feel you inside me. Being around you, just knowing you’re near always gets me wet.” “Prove it.” I spun her around to face the wall as I let go of her hair and slowly ran my hands down he body; across her tiny waist to her hips. I grabbed and pulled her against me and she gasped when she felt my restrained cock press against her through our clothing. My thumbs hooked onto her shorts and I gave them a slight tug. “Take them off!” I commanded. She complied, reaching down and unbuttoning, then unzipping her pants. She began to slowly slide them off but my patience quickly ran out. I shoved her toward the sofa until she was bending over, her ass facing me. I yanked the shorts down her thin legs; she stepped out of them willingly. From my kneeling position, my face was only inches from her thighs. Slowly, and softly I slid my hands up her legs. As they reached her panties, the silence in the room again became evident to me. I reached back and then brought my hand down hard against her ass. The loud slapping sound was followed by a whimper. “Keep talking!” As I reached up to lower her panties, G spoke softly. “I think about you all the time now. I think about what you want to do to me. I wonder if you are thinking about me. I wonder if you touch yourself at night and think about me touching you.” Her underwear was sliding down her thighs and I could see that she did not exaggerate when she said I made her wet. “At home,” she continued. “When my husband touches me, I think about you sometimes. I want it to be you touching me. I want it so badly.” When I removed her panties completely, I lifted them to my face and caressed my skin with the soft fabric. I could smell her lust and desire for me. “I come so hard when I’m thinking of you,” she continued. At that admission, I spun her around until her neatly trimmed pubic hair was inches from my face. As I squeezed her ass with one hand, I dragged the other up her inner thigh and in a single motion slid two fingers into her waiting pussy. A soft moan left her mouth. As her wetness dripped slowly down and coated my hand I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and so to capture her attention I squeezed her ass again--harder. She opened her eyes and looked down at me. “Tonight,” I whispered. “You will come hard for sure.” I don't know if she reacted to my promise of her pleasure, or to the fact that at that moment I began sliding my fingers in and out of her warm body, but she definitely liked what was happening to her. As her eyes widened and she drew a breath deep into her, I let my fingers squirm inside her as they repeatedly pushed in and out of her flesh. At this she rolled her eyes back into her head and tilted her head back. Once again seeing her helpless neck exposed to me sent a new rush of blood to my growing cock. In a single motion I stood and with my free hand grabbed her throat firmly--never letting my manipulation of her pussy stop. G fell back onto the sofa and I help her against it with my hold on her neck. Turning my attention back to her pleasure, I focused on driving my fingers into her faster and with just a bit more force. Finding a rhythm, I pushed into the folds of her open pussy, twisted my fingers in a kind of pleasure dance, and every so often flicked my thumb against her clit for good measure. Since she had not even tried to open her eyes again, I opted for some aural stimulation to accompany my efforts. "Mmmmm, you are so fucking hot," I whispered. My words were met with an approving moan. "Come for me baby." I insisted. "Come for me real hard." "Ahhhh" was her only answer. I kept up my efforts to satisfy her, but I slowed every time G seemed to get closer to cumming. After a few times, she noticed my pattern and finally broke out in a mixture of laughing and massive frustration. "What the hell are you doing to me?" "Making you feel good." I stated innocently as I gave her clit a little extra attention. "Mmm, that's the truth." She moaned. "Don't worry, I told you that you would come, and you'll come," I added. "Just not until I get a lot more of you." Finally I released my grip on her neck and lowered myself to the floor so that I could allow my tongue to take over for my fingers. First, I replaced my thumb and licked her every so often as I continued the slide my other fingers in and out of her. "So sweet," I whispered. Licking her repeatedly I continued the barrage of compliments. "So warm and soft, and you are so fucking wet." I think I heard her grin as I allowed my tongue to slide down between the folds of her dark skin and taste more of her pussy. "Mmmm," I moaned into her. "You taste so good." "Ahhh, you probably say that to all the girls you're about to fuck," she joked. "Oh yeah?" I sped up my assault as I licked faster, sucked harder and fucked her with two, then three fingers at the same time. "You think I'm gonna fuck you?" I asked. "You think I'm gonna give you the pleasure of feeling my big, hard cock inside this tight pussy of yours?" I pounded even harder and faster as I spoke to her. "You want that?" I demanded. "You want me to fuck this tight, wet pussy of yours don't you?" "Oh fuck yes!" she called out. "Oh please do it!" "I will," I promised. "I'll fuck you good and long you little slut." The language changed her reaction slightly, but I picked up on the increase in her pleasure. "Oh, you like that you little slut?" I asked. "You like the fact I know what a slut you really are?" Her body was rocking with my fingers as I punctuated my words with more licking and sucking. "You fucking slut," I added. "Come for me now!" As I blurted out my final order, I pressed my mouth against her dripping pussy and shot my tongue into her. Pushing hard with my lip against her clit and my tongue sliding deep into her over and over again. Her body rose to meet my advances and I felt her hands grab my hair and squeeze hard. Pressing myself against her, I slid my hands under her ass for support and let her buck her hips; rubbing her whole pussy against my lips and tongue. As she spread her wetness across my lips and chin I grabbed her ass hard, pressing my fingers into her flesh. Again, I moaned loudly into her, letting my voice vibrate against her. She returned my moans with screams as she arched her body into the air. As her orgasm peeked, she tried to push my head away from her massively sensitive pussy, but I would have none of that. I gave her a few extra licks for full effect, then held my face as still as possible against her flesh. Trusting me to not move, she ceased her efforts to push me away and let me linger and feel her orgasm as it subsided. Slowly, my face covered in her juices, I lowered her back down to the sofa never breaking our intimate contact. I moaned again, more softly, and she shivered at the sensation against her skin. I knew she could feel me grin as she reacted with a pleasurable laugh of her own. "Damn," she said. "That was so fucking good." Slowly lifting my face for the first time, I looked up at her strewn against the back of the sofa. As the cold air hit my cheeks and chin I smiled again. Looking at me with wonder and just a little bit of gratitude, she recognized that my lust was far from satisfied. "This was supposed to relieve your frustration, not mine," she said in a newly relaxed voice. "It will," I replied. "It definitely will." I pushed myself up from the floor and watched her reaction as she noticed, and was impressed by the fact, that I had managed to remove my pants sometime during the encounter. Once over that shock, her eyes drifted slowly over my body. A new look of lust came upon her as she allowed her gaze to rest on my semi-rigid cock now before her. "Oh fuck," she quipped as she shifted her position on the couch. "I know we can make you harder than that." "I'll believe it when I see it," I said mockingly. She slid to the edge of the sofa, inches from me. "You'll do more than see it," she added. I could already feel her warm breath on my skin. Slowly she drew her lips closer to the head of my cock, lingering for several moments. Licking her lips, she looked like a hungry animal about to pounce. I felt my own breathing quicken in anticipation as she pinned her hair behind her ear. “Do you know why I think I’m going to enjoy this even more this time?” she asked. “No, why?” I whispered. “Because.” she smiled slowly. “This time, it isn’t just to suck you off and make you cum in my mouth or on my lips and face.” G slowly reached her hands up, and lightly gripped my hardening cock. “This time I’m going to get you just hard enough to put this big beautiful cock inside me.” G was right; she could get me harder. And those words were the perfect start. The perfect follow-up was, of course, wrapping her exotic, sensual lips around the head of my cock. And as she did so, she squeezed lightly at its base. Cupping and massaging my balls with one hand, she moaned into me and began to slide her other hand up and down the length of my shaft. Allowing her mouth to slide down onto my cock, getting me wet, she picked up her pace as her tongue rubbed the under side of my cock’s head. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes and moan in pleasure. It may have actually been more like a whimper, but it was definitely in pleasure. “Fuck.” I managed to say. “Soon.” She replied in a brief moment when she allowed my cock to pop free from her mouth. Faster and faster she worked my dick like there was nothing more important to her: licking and sucking as if she had tasted nothing so sweet in her life. As she stroked, her grip would tighten and loosen in a rhythm that matched her hand’s twisting motion. She was, for at least several minutes, relentless in her efforts to get me as hard as possible. Occasionally G would break her pattern to speak, but she only sped up her stroking to make up for the absence of her lips. “Come on baby,” she demanded. “Get nice and hard for me.” I was doing my best as I watched her work. Biting my lip as she shoved her hand up and down my rod. Still rubbing my balls and licking and sucking to keep me wet. It was beautiful to watch her as she opened her mouth to take me in: my light flesh disappearing into her dark, hungry mouth. “Squeeze harder,” I begged. “Damn,” she answered. “You’re like a fucking rock.” She squeezed as hard as she could and it felt perfect. The force of her grip on my shaft combined with the soft wetness of her lips and tongue on the head of my cock pushed me to my limit. Now was the time. Finally, I would get to fuck this beautiful little slut. My eyes shot open and I gazed down at her with a look full of lust and need. Without thought, one hand reached out and gripped her hair and pulled her face off of my cock. Tilting her head back, my other hand once again grabbed her neck and forced her to her feet. She was almost panting with anticipation. As she rose to her feet she wiped her lips and chin dry. I drew her face to mine and stared into her glazed eyes. G Ch. 04 “Fucking beautiful!” was all I could manage to say before pressing my mouth against hers. As we kissed deeply, I became aware of the fact she had never stopped stroking my cock; she had never ceased in her efforts to get and keep me hard for her. I once again pulled her face from my body and began to kiss and bite her exposed neck. I allowed my hands to go to work on her breasts: grabbing and pinching at her nipples. Her breasts were firm and just big enough for what came to mind. I pushed her back onto the sofa, climbed up and straddled her chest. Seizing her breasts again, groping and squeezing, I pressed them together and slid my cock between them. She intuitively placed her hands on either side of her tits to hold them together for me. I leaned forward onto the sofa and began to pump my hips back and forth. Her head was propped up, which put her mouth only inches from my cock as I fucked her tits more wildly. She opened her mouth, as if in preparation for accepting anything I might give her, and then extended her tongue just enough to lick the head of my cock each time I thrust forward. The sensation of fucking her tits was outdone only by the sight of it all. Watching her focus on nothing but my cock; reaching for it with her mouth and almost getting angry when she could only lick its swollen head. The mixture of her suffering and her pleasure, the contrast of my pale skin pressing down against her dark flesh, and the sense of power I had as I felt so close to losing all control was more than I could handle. I recognized my body’s preparations for its release of pleasure. I knew it was almost over. That’s why I stopped. I abruptly pulled back from her and climbed completely off the sofa. Her eyes shot up with a look of shock and confusion. I had to hide my motive. I had to play the tease. “I think you’re almost ready,” I declared as I gripped my cock with one hand and reached out to her with the other. Her frustration was evident, but so to was her anticipation. She reached her hand out and took hold of mine. “Oh, I’ve been ready for weeks now,” she added. Lifting her up, I drew her close to me and pressed my body into hers. Her hands caressed my hips and worked their way around to the front of my thighs. Releasing my cock, I guided my hands slowly to her waist and grabbed hold of her thin frame. “You’re the best gift I could have gotten,” I whispered jokingly into her ear. “Well, it’s better to be given, than to receive,” she quipped. As I smiled, she rose up on her toes and kissed me deeply. I felt a warmth flow through me as I realized what exactly all this was: a gift. My wife was sharing her lover with me. Not just a good fuck that she knew or had, not simply a good time or a fantasy fulfilled, but her lover and best friend was now to be mine. As G pressed her full lips against mine and danced her tongue around my mouth, I was overwhelmed with the understanding of how deep the love my wife and I share truly is. I broke our kiss and stared into G’s eyes. At first confused, she slowly realized exactly what I was thinking. “Anything,” she said. And with that I spun her body around. She fell forward and grabbed on to the rear of the sofa, keeping her legs straight. I positioned myself behind her--my cock as hard from the sight of her arching her back in preparation, as from the knowledge that I would finally be inside her. My left hand firmly grabbed her hip as my right hand gripped her tiny waist. I pulled her thin frame back to my waiting cock and slid deeply into her in a single fluid motion. A whimper escaped her lips as she immediately began a rhythm of rocking back and forth on my dick. I tightened my grip on her hip and waist as I pulled her into me repeatedly. “Oh, fuck,” she called out. All I could do was grunt as my cock throbbed inside her warm, wet body. I hunched forward to reach up and grab hold of her breasts, pushing and rubbing into them as I fucked her harder. Over and over again I could hear the slapping of my thighs against her firm ass, feeling her body shake with every thrust. Her moans became grunts as I continued to pound harder and harder into her flesh. Pushing myself upright, I reached forward and grabbed her long, silky black hair, gathering it into my hand. I pulled back, forcing her head up and her back to arch even more toward the sofa. I looked down and watched as my cock disappeared even deeper into her. “Fuck, yes!” she screamed. “Oh, fuck me!” I pounded each time with more abandon, wanting only to make her cum. And she was close, too. Releasing her hair, I took hold of her waist again with one hand, and with the other, reached around under her and began rubbing her clit. Her body quivered as she moaned uncontrollably. Her pussy squeezed my cock as I pounded into her as fast as I could while my fingers pressed against her in a matching rhythm. She buried her head in the sofa and screamed as waves of ecstasy washed over her. I was so close myself I could hardly stand it. I kept up my relentless pace until I knew her orgasm had subsided. As G caught her breath, I quickly slid my cock out of her warm, tight pussy. Before she had a chance to protest, I turned her over and positioned her the length of the sofa. Spreading her legs, she allowed me to position myself over her. Immediately she wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her hands to my neck and shoulders. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I managed to say. She smiled sincerely as I slowly pushed my aching cock into her once again. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes closed as she lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. My movements became more deliberate. Sliding in and out of her with a gentle force and rhythm, I reached down and brushed the hair back from her face; that beautiful, exotic face that once dripped with my cum; those full, dark lips that had so often pleasured my wife. “So fucking incredible,” I added. Again, she smiled and I could almost see her eyes roll back in her head. I pushed into her more deeply as I whispered, “You’re perfect.” I watched in amazement as, with every new, deliberate thrust and compliment, I drove this incredible woman closer to yet another orgasm. “Cum in me,” she whispered back as her body tensed. “Cum in me now,” she pleaded. Her back arched off the sofa as her head tilted back. Her slender fingers pressed into my neck and shoulders as she began to pant and shake. I kept thrusting at a steady pace until I could no longer stand it. I closed my eyes and listened as she screamed out in pleasure. Pushing deeply one last time, my cock exploded into her. Shot after shot of my cum filled her up completely. Our bodies rocking back and forth as we came. Over and over again I could feel myself shooting into her as her legs pulled me even tighter against her body. She trembled beneath me as I finally collapsed onto her. Exhausted, we lay motionless on the sofa as my cock softened inside her and her breathing slowed. It seemed like hours, but I know it wasn’t long before we got up from the sofa. We spent quite a while simply kissing passionately, but made sure we were back in the kitchen when my wife came home. As I helped my wife with the groceries, G offered to put the kids to bed. I stood at the refrigerator door as my wife walked up behind me, reaching around my body and grabbing my spent cock through my pants. “Did you get my note?” she asked. “Oh, yeah. I got it, sweetheart.” My wife turned me around and looked me in the eye. Even though I felt more connected to her than I could remember, I was still a little bit nervous until she smiled. I watched as her gaze drifted to my neck. She reached up and gently touched me just below my ear. “I see,” my wife added with an even bigger smile, “You got it alright.” She turned back to the sink as I made my way quickly to the microwave oven. Using the reflective door as a mirror, I saw what my wife had seen. Across my neck, on both sides, were the scratches left in the throws of passion by our lover.