17 comments/ 64571 views/ 29 favorites Kat Discovers Hubby's Friend By: katinheat81 Brad's best friend since high school, Chris, had asks him for a hand working a small job over the weekend. They'll just be spending a few hours at the local auto plaza installing some lights. The chilly day arrives and Chris picks Brad up early. They grab coffee and head to the job. They aren't there 20 minutes before the conversation, as it inevitably does with men, turns to sex, porn and fantasies. "I get off on thinking about my clients. There've been some that boy... there was definitely a spark there. And they were hot as shit," Chris begins. "And usually their husbands are assholes that don't deserve them." "You should give em what they deserve then," Brad says with a wink. "When I watch porn, it's not me I put in the scene, it's my wife. I get off on watching other guys fuck my wife," Brad reveals. "I'd totally fuck your wife," Chris suggests. [small pause as both just realize what he said] "So you've thought of it before?" Brad asks. "Yeah, I have" Chris answers. "Heh, well, I can't say I've never thought of it before, too," Brad confesses. Brad continues, "I even like when she's on her business trips every couple weeks, I'll watch porn that looks just like my wife getting fucked by some dude and imagine it's streaming live. Like with her coworkers or some fuckbuddy she hooks up with whenever she's gone." "Wooow. Really? Do you get off on the supposed "husband" sitting there watching?" "No, that's usually too setup and fake. I like the amateur stuff, done at home, that's more likely then not, actually happening." [small pause for Brad to work up some gumption] "Y'know. If I knew there would be no negative repercussions and no strings attached, I would let you fuck my wife." Chris doesn't miss a beat before replying "Dude... I would love to fuck your wife... So it'd probably just be getting her to agree to it then, huh?" "That would be the trick," Brad answers. [both shrug it off and continue working] A bit later Chris chimes in, "Kimbra and I get pretty crazy, cussin' at each other and sometimes even full on hitting. She likes it when I pin her down hard, hold her tight and talk dirty to her." "Things are usually on the slower side with Katrina. But often enough she definitely needs a good hard fuck. She does love to get pinned. I'm happy either way." "She let you get real nasty? Like, could I tell her, 'Lemme lift that ass up so I can fuck that tight pussy, bitch." "Mm, all but the 'bitch' part. I don't like to demean her, but she would surely like the "lift the ass up" part. She digs that move. And boy is her ass amazing to squeeze and lift. Her body feels so great to fuck. And her tits, her tits are just perfect." "Mmhmm. Shit, Kimbra had great tits after having Matty. They were up to a D. Since then they've gone all the way back down to an A. It sucks." Now Brad can't help but add fuel to the fire, getting off on his best friend's thinking of his wife's naked body, and how amazing it would be to watch him fuck her senseless. "That does suck. Man, Katrina has beaUtiful tits. Just perfect. They're a C/D, depending on the bra and the season. But they're fucking wonderful. Heavy, but still high. Great nipples like the erasers on those oversized pencils kids use. Well, hell, you saw the pictures for yourself. She does have a little belly pooch from the kids these days." "That's alright. I don't mind. I think I'd be too busy elsewhere to notice." [... bit later and seemingly out of nowhere] "Dude I'd totally be in an orgy," Chris confesses. ("With a bunch of people? Brad wonders to himself.) "With another guy there. I wouldn't even care if our dicks touched while we were doin her. I think it'd be fuckin hot." "Double teamin' her, hi fivin and shit?" [laughs] "Yuup." On the ride home Chris proposes a visit, gauging the waters. "Hey I was thinkin' about when Kimbra's gone to India for school, I don't have to work or be anywhere specific. So I could bring the kids over for dinner and if I got too high or drunk, I could just pass out on your couch, let the kids have a slumber party." "Absolutely. I don't see any reason why not. Maybe Saturday," Brad suggests. Chris drops Brad off and they promise to talk soon about getting together. That night Brad sits with Katrina at the dinner table over a bottle of wine. The kids have gone to play as he tells her of Chris's woes. "I don't think he's getting laid but a few times a month, if that," he explains. "Geez. Must suck," she replies. "No shit. What sucks too is that he said her boobs went from a D right after Matty down to an A currently." "I thought he liked that, though. Skinny, no boobs." "No. He likes em big. Like yours." "Hmm, I did not know that," she chimes in as she lets her eyes glaze over for a second, lost in the thought of Chris watching her body in different situations, how he might get hard from watching her tits..." She snaps out of it when Brad stands up and says, "Hey, the kids are going to be busy watching cartoons for at least 30 minutes, you wanna go to bed?" She doesn't even answer. She just stands up and grabs her wine glass, heading to the bedroom. Brad's in bed first, Katrina strips down completely, downs her last few gulps of Merlot and crawls into bed. She stops at his stomach. She kisses it gingerly. She begins using her tongue. Moments later she's licking like a cat trying to get the last of the spilled milk from the floor. She continues this onto his shaft. She lifts the stiff appendage with one hand and eagerly takes the head into her hot, wet mouth. She sucks on the tip, swirling it around her tongue as she jacks off the shaft with her hand. She's got her eyes closed and like a flash, like someone spliced it into the movie in her head, she envisions Chris's cock filling her mouth. She is instantly wet from the thought, but being a good woman, it also riddles her with guilt. She feels like she's cheating. She opens her eyes and sees her loving husband, this snaps her back to reality... for the moment. She crawls up his form, grabs his cock again and begins her heavenly descent. She sinks down a bit, then back up, down an inch or two then back up. She continues to slowly fuck the head of his dick when finally he gets impatient and starts thrusting upwards. She relents and sinks down on him fully. She shivers with a look of frightened ecstasy on her face as her pussy is fed the cock it's been craving. She would be traveling most of this week and wouldn't get another chance to fuck till next weekend, too long they both agreed. As much as he loves having her on top, tonight is a night Brad needs to be in charge. Flashbacks of the earlier conversation with Chris flood Brad's brain as he flips his wife onto her back and spreads her legs wide, exposing her lovely pussy. "I'd love to fuck your wife," he repeats over and over in his head as he spears his wife forcefully in her wanton cunt. "I'd like to tell her to lift her ass so I can fuck that tight pussy," Brad thinks. Then he replies to himself, "Like this? Is this how you wanna fuck my wife Chris? This is the body men desire," he thinks as he feels her naked body pressed beneath his own. Brad slows his pace, wanting to try another position, perhaps his favorite. He sits up on his legs, heels on either side of his hips, and slides his wife's ass over his quads and onto his stiff cock. He leans forward and down, against his wife. She moans sweetly as his stomach is now wrapped against her clit, mound and stomach. This angle provides the perfect vantage for Brad suck each nipple in turn as he begins thrusting and turning and twisting and fucking. He sucks on her tits, watching her face, and knows Chris wants to suck on these very same, wonderful tits. He would "love to". And Brad wants to let him. Katrina by now has started ramping up to an epic orgasm, visions of Chris now rushing through her lust filled mind as her body gets ravaged. But just as she begins her ascent, Brad entertains the thought of Chris's hard dick exploding it's massive reserves of cum into his wife's slippery pussy. This pushes him over the edge and Brad cums forcefully into his wife's depths. She's nearing the pinnacle herself when suddenly his cock droops and softens. She moves her hips, trying to force the waning momentum, but in vain as her climax rolls back down the hill the wrong way. Frustration becomes her, for now she has to be gone, out of town for work for a week with a climax sitting idle between her thighs. Every night thereafter, for the next week, Brad spends hours into the night jerking off to the thoughts of things said and things to cum. Watching porn, he lets his mind believe he's seeing his wife get fucked by his best friend. Katrina lets her mind wander as well as she sits in her boring business meetings. She gets herself all hot and bothered thinking about being taken by two men at once, but by the time she gets back to the hotel each night she's too exhausted to masturbate to climax, though that doesn't stop her from trying. Brad calls Chris that Friday. "So you guy's still coming down tomorrow night?" "Yeah, I was planning on it. These kids need to get out of the house and play. It should be fun all around." "Speaking of fun a around..." Brad continues "Kat agreed that you should spend the night here, that way you won't have to drive home drunk and risk a DUI, or worse." "Sounds like a plan. See you tomorrow night." The following afternoon Brad picks out Katrina's outfit for the evening. Nothing slutty like in the stories, but one of Brad's favorite outfits none-the-less. It's a tight gray top with a low neck line and jeans, both of which hug her sumptuous curves. The bra is a sheer number she wears when she's looking to get laid (or when he's looking for her to get laid). The night starts out harmless enough. Chris arrives with the kids, who immediately run off with Brad's kids to play. Chris hands his hosts a six pack of beer and box of cookies he brought. They crack open the brews and sit in the kitchen while Kat finishes dinner. They catch up on the week's events. A few times the conversation turns sexual, enough to put it on Katrina's mind but nothing too raunchy. Chris does mention at one point how his sex life kinda sucks right now. Katrina sympathizes but makes no suggestions. Dinner and dessert are uneventful, though Chris and Brad both cannot help but steal lingering glances at Katrina's sumptuous curves tucked indiscreetly beneath the thin fabric of her clothing. The slight sway of her her tits as she turns, the almost imperceptible bounce they give as she walks. When it's finally time for the kids to go to sleep, Brad and Chris slip down to the basement to smoke a bowl. While Chris takes a deep toke, Brad clicks on the turntable and opens his cabinet of records. Chris 'bout blows his pot-filled breath to see all of the pictures Brad has up on the inside of the cabinet door. Different occasions with Kat lookin' fiiine. One from the fourth of July a few years back, when she was still nursing her son Phillip. Her breasts are easily a D in the picture, she holds a beer as fireworks go off and, for whatever reason, her nipples are on full alert, sticking wonderfully against the fabric. Others of her in bikinis. One of her in a tight light blue camisole with the seductive space beneath the straps as they make the connection from her bare shoulders to her full breasts. Brad's cock begins to grow as he watches through his periphery Chris admiring his wife. Brad grabs the pipe from Chris and says "You pick out something to listen to, I've heard em all a thousand times." As Brad lights the sensimillia, Chris thumbs through the albums, while really just staring at the collection of photos of Kat at her hottest... but wait. What's this? "Holy shit," Chris thinks, "There are pictures behind these pictures." Brad walks across the room to put away his drill he'd left out (and give Chris an minute alone to check things out). Chris takes the opportunity to peak underneath the top pics. His cock nearly jumps through his jeans when he sees one picture after another of Katrina in different situations that no one but her lucky-ass husband ever gets to see. A few of her filling a wonderfully tight pink bra from a few different angles. One of her behind fogged glass in the shower where her profile is perfectly curved as she reaches up to wash her hair. One of her on Bourbon Street getting groped by strangers while she flashes her tits for beads. Katrina has seen this homage to her body before. She doesn't care because she figures it's better Brad jerk off to thoughts of her then to some random slut online. As Chris stares at the picture of Katrina with her blouse unbuttoned, the insides of her breasts exposed all the way to the nipple, he pulls too far and the magnet falls. Brad looks over as Chris is bending down to retrieve the magnet. "Not too bad, eh?" Brad asks. As Chris stands back up he replies, 'Fucking amaz-" just then Katrina opens the door basement door, "You didn't invite me?" Chris slams the cabinet door shut, the picture he'd been looking at swings down and gets caught hanging halfway out of the cabinet. With Katrina walking down the stares there's nothing Chris can do but move his body in front of the exposed picture. "Sorry, babe," Brad says, handing her the piece. "Here, take a toke off Chris's full pipe, you'll enjoy it I promise," he says with an ornery wink. "Well why the Hell else would I be here?" she replies, glancing at Chris. They take a moment to get stoned together. The sight of Katrina's pouty lips wrapping around his pipe does nothing to help Chris's boner, and he's all to happy to be the next one to put the still moist mouthpiece against his lips. He relishes in the thought that his lips are touching Katrina's warm saliva. As she takes her next toke Kat notices the picture hanging out of the cabinet and remembers hearing Chris slam the cabinet when she opened the basement door. Her curiosity is piqued. "You guys go on up, check on the kids. I'm gonna throw a load of laundry in while I'm here." Brad and Chris go on upstairs. When they are safely upstairs Katrina opens the cabinet door and investigates; what she finds sends a shock to her core. The pictures are all askew. She looks at each one in turn and grows increasingly embarrassed, ashamed even. And yet... increasingly wet in her black cotton panties, imagining Chris seeing these images of her nakedness; her naked tits making his blood flow, hardening his manhood. Her nipples grow firm. Her heart begins to race. "Snap out of it," she tells herself. She has to close the cupboard and spend a few minutes actually doing the laundry, letting herself calm down before she's able to return upstairs to look either man in the eye. Upon returning to the living room Brad stokes the fire. It's already a good 80 degrees in the living room, but it's supposed to get cold tonight, so he adds some more logs and shuts the door. Katrina returns and complains of the heat. Her face is obviously flush and she looks as though she has a thin sheen of sweat on her brow and chest. Brad and Chris watch hungrily as she removes her grey shirt to reveal a tight black tank top she'd added to the ensemble as an undershirt. As she lifts it over her head the material of the tank top pulls up and exposes her midriff. Both men take the opportunity while her eyes are covered to gawk at her flesh. Her tit's give a bounce as the tight shirt is pulled free. She feels much cooler now, and whether she realizes it or not the shear bra underneath is peeking out from the armholes of the shirt. As if the exaggerated swell of her tits weren't enough for the men's libidos, imaginations stir at the mere glimpse of sexy underwear. Brad and Chris plop down on the couch with beers as Katrina picks up kid's toys. Brad and Chris bullshit as they unashamedly watch the hot young filly, Kat, bend at the waist, letting her neckline fall sumptuously low. Her tits hanging, shaking to and fro with her movement. At times they can see nearly the entirety of her tits within their sheer confines. Both men have uncomfortably stiff dicks beneath their jeans. Brad looks on, watching his best friend since high school blatantly stare at his wife's gorgeous tits. "Like what you see?" Brad asks. As Chris nods, mouth open a bit and eyes transfixed, Katrina looks up and locks eyes with him. He immediately turns his focus away and she smiles and blushes having caught him, but inside she can feel a surge of sexual electricity. This is apparent to both men as she passes by them and they can see her nipples hard and stabbing at the thin fabric. When she's finished Kat sits across from them and continues to talk for a bit. Brad eyefucks his hot wife with passion and determination. He needs her, and soon. She can tell. She needs him just as bad. She can also tell she's getting tired, and if he wants to take her, he'll have to do it soon, lest the buzz wear off and she falls asleep. She stands up and bids goodnight, telling Chris to use the bathroom whenever he needs (as the only bathroom in the two bedroom house is located in the master bedroom). Brad continues to sit, wanting to finish his beer. For the next ten minutes he and Chris talk about how hot Katrina looks and what they'd love to do to each of her beautiful woman parts. Unbeknownst to them she can hear everything, and is getting incredibly wet in the process. She removes her socks, pants and shirt. She slides into bed and pulls the sheet up over her. As she listens, Katrina begins to let the men's words guide her fantasies as she drags her hands heavily down her body. She slips them into her panties and lets her fingers trace along her folds. A shiver runs through her body as she envisions Chris watching while her husband fucks her. She's dripping wet and fired up, needing that release she's been craving for over a week. She can't stand it anymore and pokes her head out the door, her shoulders visibly absent of any tank top straps, bearing only the thin black bra lines. "Are you coming?" "Which one?" Brad replies, smiling. Kat shoots him daggers that he catches and tosses back. "Or should I say: not yet... but soon I hope!" He says. As Brad gets up and locks the front door and turns off the kitchen lights, he tells Chris goodnight and pulls up a copy of this story on his laptop. In the text Brad's inserted a few pictures of Katrina, topless. "Here, read this. Tell me what you think. Sweet dreams," Brad tells him. When Brad gets to bed, Katrina is lost in her own erotic thoughts. She has one hand grasping her breast while the other is plunged between her legs. Two fingers fucking her young pussy with purpose. Brad, instantly hard at the sight, disrobes completely and glides across his beautiful wife's hot flesh. Her nipples are clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her bra, her beautiful pinkish brown areola's puckered to her engorged nipples. First he ascends to her mouth to kiss her, their tongues dance and explore each others mouths. Then down to her neck, her ears and her shoulders. Slowly, teasingly to her breasts, avoiding the aching nipples for now. Kissing and licking through the sheer fabric of the bra. Gliding his tongue along her smooth skin he descends to her stomach, down down passed her treasure to her fit, shapely legs. As he kisses her thighs he spreads her legs a bit. That's when he first notices the pronounced wet patch covering the bottom of her panties. "You're so wet!" he notices. "It was a hot night for me, that's all," she replies. "It can only get hotter from here." He removes her panties, slowly slipping them down her legs. He throws them behind him; they land in the bathroom. What they don't realize is that, just as Katrina could hear everything the men were saying in the other room, so too can Chris hear everything going on in the bedroom. He hears the talk, he hears the kissing. He hears her moans of pleasure. Beneath his blanket he has his cock grasped tight and is slowly moving up... and down... Kat Discovers Hubby's Friend Brad licks up Katrina's leg, pausing for some sweet kisses halfway up her inner thigh. She moans and rubs his hair as he continues up to the divot that separates the pubic mound from the inner leg. What a great spot! He kisses slowly and deliberately, eventually landing his mouth upon her lips. He gives a couple of delicate swipes of the tongue up her already wet pussy, dividing the lips ever so slightly. She moans lightly and pushes her pussy toward his mouth. Just then all three hear the familiar thud of little feet getting out of bed. Moments later a quiet knock raps on the bedroom door. Katrina quickly pulls the covers up over her as her daughter sleepily, eyes 95% shut and head drooped, opens the door to use the bathroom. A minute later the bathroom door opens back up and her daughter heads back to her room, still in a slumber trance, leaving the bedroom door wide open. Brad senses she's gone and begins stroking his wife's pussy lips with his tongue once more when suddenly Katrina clenches his hair as Chris enters the bedroom, making a b-line for the bathroom. At first Brad doesn't realize Chris has slipped in, he continues to assail her vagina. He flicks his tongue gently against her clit and, wouldn't you know it that's exactly when Chris turns to close the bathroom door, flicking the light on and thus flooding the bedroom with light, letting him see Katrina lit up, head thrown back into the pillow, eyes shut tight as she inhales sharply, the large hidden mass that is her old man beneath the comforter. Brad hears the bathroom door click shut, puts 2 and 2 together and smiles wickedly. Knowing Chris is now in the bathroom, mere feet away while she's getting her cunt licked, Katrina grows hotter, as does Brad. He licks teasingly and seductively. His movements have shifted the covers. Katrina is so lost in pleasure she doesn't even realize the comforter's been pulled down, exposing her left breast in the sheer bra. Minutes pass as Brad eats out his wife. Her breathing is labored and she lets out muffled moans. The bed squeaks beneath her writhing body. Chris hears it all from the other side of the bathroom door as he kneels on the floor with Katrina's soaked panties against his nose and his hard prick in his hand. As he jacks off he sucks the damp, musky crotch of the panties into his mouth, tasting her... finally, finally. It's been over a year since he did some electrical work for his friends, and while they were gone to work he dug her panties out of the hamper. That day, as he smelled one pair, he lined up another pair of pink satin underwear with a bra, as if she were wearing it, and came copiously on the crotch before stuffing them all back into the laundry. Since that day he's been yearning to have that taste in his mouth again. He envisions his own mouth upon Katrina's sumptuous pussy. He listens to the moans and squeaks of Kat now as he also tastes and smells her. Oh how he wishes he could see and feel her as well. He's near cumming when Brad clears his throat abruptly. This stirs Chris from his hypnotic state and he zips up, stuffs the panties in his pocket as a keepsake, flushes the toilet and makes a hasty exit, making time for a nonchalant glance at Katrina, seeing her now-exposed left breast beneath the magnificently sheer, almost non-existent fabric of her bra, strap loosely draped over her arm, nipple dark and hard atop her breast. He feels a twitch in his erection at the sight. He returns to the couch and gives it a few minutes before attempting to jerk off again. He picks the computer back up and scrolls down; seeing the pictures of Katrina's exposed body, his dick swells with purpose. Meanwhile, Katrina reaches down and pulls Brad up by the head for the main event. He proceeds slowly, kissing up her belly and breasts as he goes, finding her thin neck and cute ears he takes those in his mouth as well. The head of his dick is pressing against her entry. He stops. "Wait, lemme check on Chris real quick, make sure there's no more surprises" Brad whispers as he winks to her. He gets up and peeks out the door. "Holy shit! Honey come here, you've gotta see this." "What?!" she asks, getting out of bed. "Stand right here," he tells her, "now bend forward and look out on the couch... talk about surprises!" She bends forward at the hips as her husband takes aim. Just as she witnesses the sight of Chris in the firelight, his blanket half on the ground with the laptop on his belly and his dick clasped firmly in his grip, Brad slips into her from behind. She reaches up and braces herself against the doorjamb to avoid falling forward. Chris looks up when her hand hits the jamb. He sees her there in the firelight. He can see her head, bare arm, neck and shoulders. Now she's stuck, she can't move forward and she can only move back seven inches or so before meeting her husband's pelvis. But what a marvelous 7 inches it is as she feels his hard cock penetrate her fully. She has no choice but to take it. Brad is quiet and slow at first, but as Chris's noises increase into slaps of flesh and quivering moans, he and his wife's do too. Minutes go by. Kat has stopped looking over at Chris because she knows by now he is watching her. They made eye contact at one point, it unnerved her a bit as she felt so... vulnerable. Every time she's looked since then he's been staring right at her while he jacks himself off. Brad slowly opens the door, exposing Katrina to Chris. He then unclasps his wife's bra and lets it fall from her torso, revealing her exquisite breasts hanging low. Now Chris has a full view of Katrina getting plowed from behind in his absolute favorite position - her face contorted, mouth parted seductively, heavy breasts swaying beneath her, and small ripples of impact on her sumptuous ass with each thrust from the man behind the door. Brad cannot see Chris, so Chris will not be afraid to watch Katrina. She's braced herself firmly against the door jamb. She's now fully exposed, as well as resigned to the passion. She's into it now as her husband pistons his large cock in and out of her. Her shame is leaking from her pussy with every outstroke, leaving her filled with nothing but heat. She stares now, transfixed on Chris's impressive package of meat. He watches her tits sway and quiver. She watches his precum swing down from his cock. They watch each other's bodies with lust, gaining a fire between them so intense it's palpable. Just as Katrina nears her climax... just as she emits the first whimpers of the impending cum, the sight to Brad of her watching him watching her watching him proves too much; he grips her ass tightly and explodes within her. He groans audibly as he empties his cum as deep into his wife as he can. And he's limp before she even hits second gear. "Nono no no... You have got to be kidding me," she protests. "I'm sorry baby. Hey, he's not finished, either. Why don't you help him out? He is our guest," Brad whispers to her. "You're not serious..." "What could it hurt. The kids are asleep, his wife is in India for shit's sake. I'm certainly okay with it. Just give him a little tug to help him out." "And what about my needs?" "By the time he cums I'll be ready again and then I can finish you off." She looks at Chris's hard, thick cock in his hand. Looks back at Brad. Back and forth. She knows she's not in her right mind. The buildup of cum that's yearning to escape skews her desires toward the readied individual on her couch. "Okay, fine. But remember, you started this." Brad leans forward and kisses her firmly on the mouth as he grabs a handful of her ass, "Yes I'm aware." He smiles and nods her on. She glides over to Chris and crouches down on the floor in front of the sofa. She tentatively rubs his smooth chest and stomach. She's immediately whisked into a state of full arousal as she begins to knead his flesh. Her hand visibly shakes as it slides down his stomach and over his stiff cock. His hand lifts and falls back upon hers. He takes her hand, sliding it down to near the base, squeezing firmly and beginning to milk his erection. She watches it and quivers as her own free hand slides down between her legs. She opens her tender folds and slips two fingers slowly in as far as they'll go. Chris lets out a low moan as he watches her. She increases her pace. Brad leans down to Katrina's ear and whispers "He told me he likes it when you play with his balls." Not wanting to leave herself untouched, she keeps one hand buried in her hungry cunt, the other slides from beneath his hand to massage his full, hot sack. He keeps jerking off slowly as she moves her head forward toward his weapon.... contact. Her lips meet the head of his cock ever so lightly. Both stop everything to savor the sweetness of this first contact. At first she just gives it a gentle kiss, right on the head. She tastes the saltiness of his precut and licks her lips. One by one the kisses slowly intensify in pressure and frequency. As she finally sucks his meat into her hot mouth, he reaches forward and slides his left hand over her naked body. He can't reach as far as her pussy, but he's definitely found her young, firm 36D breasts. He hasn't felt tits like this for years and boy has he missed them. She continues to kiss the head as she rolls his balls in her hand. She sucks a bit harder and descends her mouth on his dick as far as she can before meeting his hand, twisting as she goes. Its thickness fills her, pressing her tongue to the floor of her mouth as she works to spread her jaw enough to accept this gift. She's able to take in about half before gagging. She raises up till just the mushroom tip is in her mouth. She sucks the head as she swirls her soft tongue around and around the solid meat. His fingers are tangled in her short brown hair as Chris lets out a soft, deep moan of pleasure that starts at her mouth, emanating through his cock and up his body to his throat. He's in heaven. But Katrina's never been too into foreplay; when she needs fucked she needs fucked now, especially with that wet fire burning between her legs. She wants to get filled in the worst (best?) way. She wants Chris to make her cum. Not to fuck her, just to make her cum. Maybe with his fingers? That's not so bad, she reasons. He can jerk off and finger her to climax, then everyone will be satisfied and she will not be a cheater. She stands up, giving him a full frontal view as she slowly raises her left leg and lets it cross over top of him to the inside of the couch. She leans forward over him and lets her tits rub lightly over his chest and face as her pussy comes to rest on his flat stomach. Chris, with the sight before him, is immediately whisked back to a few hours ago when Brad showed him the pictures of Katrina. How lovely a rack she has. How every time they hang out he fantasizes about those marvelous tits beneath whatever tight shirt she has on, or tries to sneak glances down her loose sweaters, and what he's always wanted to do with them. Just fuel to the fire that's been growing for her for over a decade. And now they are right in front of him. Right on him, in fact. He just wants to devour them, suck them and bite them and grope them and take them home to feast on daily and often, all of which she'd be glad to let him do at this point. She drags her nipples up his chest and across his face a second time and he reaches up, grabbing hold of both globes and sucking them in turn into his mouth ferociously, surrounding her entire areola with his tongue. She moans with pleasure as his mouth delivers electricity through her nipples, down to her creaming pussy. She lets him indulge for a few minutes as she rubs her pussy against the breadth of his dick and grinds into his tight stomach. She feels another orgasm close at hand as he sucks on her pert nipples. Brad has dropped to his knees mere feet away, jerking his cock as he watches his naked wife get groped and sucked on by this other man. Chris reaches forward with his right hand and slips it between his stomach and Kat's pussy, which he finds gloriously hot to the touch. He massages and tickles her cunt, rolling the lips between his fingers. Her grinding hips prompt him to push his index and middle fingers past the point of no return; both their minds reel as his fingers slip into her wanton pussy. Katrina moans as she descends fully onto his masculine digits. She grinds her sex against his palm. Brad's cum leaks from her pussy and into Chris's cupped hand. As she grinds down the semen gets mixed in her pubic hair, lubricating Chris's touch. For a man who'd previously felt guilty about fantasizing about his best friends wife, all preexisting notions of guilt are set aside as Chris feels that which he's only ever dreamed of before - her tight, hot cunny hole enveloping his stiff fingers. She leans down and kisses him fully on the mouth. Brad has imagined her fucking guys before without reservation, but kissing is so... personal. A pang of jealousy and guilt washes across him as he watches his young wife push her tongue into his best friend's willing mouth. Her tits are smashed against his chest as his hands squeeze her hips and ass. She kisses Chris passionately as he finger fucks her pussy. She lets him and she loves it. Minutes go by before she begins movement in her hips again. Chris is relishing the feeling of her tight, wet vaginal walls contracting around his fingers as he massages her insides. She unglues her her mouth from his and sits up. Her right hand is now on his chest, kneading his muscles. He reaches up and massages her chest in turn, staring transfixed as he rubs his palm over her erect nipples and squeezes her ample breasts. He moves his hand down her smooth hips and thighs. She leans down a bit as she wiggles her hips and once more lets a marvelous nipple fall into Chris's waiting mouth. Her stomach stirs with starlight and she feels that familiar tingle start to build in her groin. Just then she lets out a shriek of pain. The look of ecstasy shifts to agony as she yells out and grabs her left leg. "Cramp! Ow ow ouch.... Gotta get up." She stands up, letting his fingers slip from her body reluctantly. She sits at the end of the couch for a moment and rubs her leg deeply. Everyone takes a few deep breaths. Chris isn't sure if the night's fun is now over, momentum officially cut off. Then Brad speaks up. "Should we move to the bed? It'd be infinitely more comfortable," Brad suggests. Both wait for Kat to speak first. She takes a minute focusing on her leg. Finally she pauses, sits up, takes a deep breathe and exhales "Better". She gets up, grabs Chris by the hand, and follows Brad into the bedroom. Brad climbs in bed first, props up some pillows against the back wall and leans back against them, sitting up. He spreads his legs and motions for Katrina to slide between them. She does, her back to him. She lays back against his chest as her husband firmly wraps his arms around her and starts rubbing and fondling her body. The bed shifts again as Chris climbs on, looking a bit nervous, but a bit more excited. Katrina looks him straight in the eye as she spreads her legs fully, exposing her glistening cunt to this handsome man. Chris scoots up accordingly. Stopping to make a few swipes of his tongue across Kat's hot slit. It is salty, whether from her partial cum, her sweat, or Brad's cum, or probably a combination thereof. She jerks and writhes beneath his tongue. He advances up, kissing over her belly before reaching her amazing tits. Minutes pass as he kisses and licks her tits in their entirety, sucking on her nipples like a nursing baby. He takes time to trace his tongue along the underside of her breasts, the inside, the outsides, and back to the middle. His hands around her small, naked ribcage. Brad watches in lustful wonder. Chris sits up on his knees and moves between her legs, leaning atop her, ready to mount this busty vixen proper. Before he can find his target, though, Brad stops him. "May I do the honors?" he asks. Chris gives him a look, Brad returns with his own look which Chris understands clearly. Chris nods and Brad slides his hand down Katrina's stomach to her burning pussy. "Use your hands and spread your legs as far as you can, baby" Brad whispers in Katrina's ear. "And it's called presenting, dear, so squeeze your tits together with your arms, make them look as inviting as possible. You want to make this as memorable as possible for our friend so he'll be inclined to return." As she grabs just above her knees and spreads her legs apart completely, her arms squeeze her chest so that her tits are fully on display. Brad spreads her pussy lips with one hand and takes hold of the front of his best friend's rigid pole between his index and middle finger and thumb. He guides the cock forward until it meets her flesh. He slides the tip up and down her sopping wet slit. Chris has his eyes on Katrina's entryhole as she has her eyes on his cock. All three are shaking noticeably as this momentous first in their relationship unfolds. She slowly pushes her hips forward to try and sneak her way onto Chris's cock. Brad guides the cock back away. "What is it babe?" Brad asks. "C'mon, you know," she replies. "I don't think I do. I won't release him until you tell me what you want." "Fine... I want him inside me." "Then?" he asks. "Ergh!" she pouts, "Then I want him to fuck me." "Want?" Brad asks. "No, I need him to fuck me," she says in a husky whisper as she looks up and into his eyes. "Him? If it's him, then tell him," Brad commands. "Chris, I want... need you to fuck me." "Do you?" He asks. "Do you need it? Do you need me to fill up your little pussy with this?" Chris asks as he lets the tip of his cock brush against her cunt. "Yessss." "Can you handle something of this size? It's bigger than Brad's y'know. You've never had anything like this in your body before." "Oooohh ya, I betcha I can." "What else?" Brad prods. "... I need you to make me cum. And I want, need to make you cum." "Where do you want me to cum, Katrina?" "Wherever the fuck you want. Now pleeease, hurry. I need it so fucking bad." Brad lightens the grip on Chris's cock and gives him a nod to continue. "Funny, I was thinking of this very thing in the shower this morning when I rubbed one off. But really... I've fantasized about this very moment for fifteen years now," Chris says. "Me too," Brad replies. "Ya, me too," Kat adds to their surprisal. "Well let's see if it's as good as we'd imagined." Chris's head slips barely in, then out, then in and out once more as he watches Kat's lips pull out and push in around his meat, her face frustrated and horny. Then slowly, inch by inch he penetrates her cunt. There's great pressure around his cock but it glides into her easily, her horny wetness lubricating his passage. Kat lets out a smooth moan of relief. Brad almost cums just from the mere sight of his friend's large dick penetrating his wife's glorious pussy, not to mention the pressure on his own cock from Kat's back as she leans back to accept Chris wholly. Brad lets Chris's dick slide between his fingers until it's in to the hilt. Katrina lets out a quivering breath and a little squeal as she's finally, gratefully filled to the brim. "How's it feel, baby? Does he fill you up?" Brad asks. She nods "He's not only bigger, but straight. So it feels... different. Full." Brad takes his hand from Chris and places it on his wife's pussy. He puts pressure on her mound as he slides two fingers down either side of Chris's cock. It turns him on like no other to feel Chris's cock slide between his fingers as he pushes and pulls against Kat's slippery hole. With every push Brad feels Chris's pelvis against the back of his hand. Brad is entranced as he watches and feels and hears and tastes and smells his best friend commence to fuck his beautiful 31 year old wife. Kat Discovers Hubby's Friend Chris begins to pump. Slowly and seductively at first, then harder as his testosterone and adrenaline and cum fuel his passion. Brad's left hand squeezes Kat's tits. Massaging them and tweaking the nipples; he can feel them shake in his grasp as her body gets invaded from below. Brad's other hand navigates through the trimmed, matted fuzz of her bush until it reach her needy clit. Chris has both hands on Kat's tits, squeezing them, loving them. He leans down and kisses her on the mouth. His hands slide around her shoulders and down to her sweet ass. He massages it as he fucks her body. Brad's hands are now pinned between his wife's pussy and his best friends pelvis. Chris kisses and sucks on her ear. Then he says it. As he lifts her ass and lays his body fully into hers, the top of his head pushing against Brad's upright chest, Chris says softly but with conviction "I'm gonna lift your ass as I fuck your tight little pussy." A quick "Okay," is all she can muster before his lips are back on hers. She moans in his mouth and her hips quicken as she ramps up her ascent to that much anticipated, greatly needed climax. With her body getting touched and kissed and fucked, Kat climbs to new heights as waves of passionate ecstasy crash over her like a sexual tidal wave. She wiggles her hips furiously as she grunts into Chris's mouth in time with his thrusts. Her hands slide down his back and to his firm ass. She takes it possessively in her hands. Chris pushes harder and grinds against her, trying to reach her cervix. A supernova explodes in her mind's eye as she releases torrents of cum over Chris's cock. Beautiful squishing noises fill the room as he fucks her cum-soaked pussy with reckless abandon. She writhes between the two men that coarsely run their hands all over her soft, naked body, squeezing, kneading. Over a minute passes before she finally regains her senses and form a thought. Chris slows considerably and sits up again. She turns her head and kisses Brad, whispering "I love you." He just smiles. "I love you, too." "We're leaving you out," she suggests, sitting up to change positions. "Oh I'm having plenty of fun," he replies. She sits up to kneeling, turning her back to Chris. She then turns her head, leans back and kisses him, her ass presses against his harden as he reaches around and feels her marvelous tits once again, lifting them. Feeling their weight. Sliding his fingers up to her erect nipples, pinching and twisting them gently. Kat reaches up and holds his hands in place as she bends down to meet Brad's erect cock with her mouth. She slips it into her mouth as she tilts her ass up invitingly to their new partner. Chris doesn't need to be asked twice. He lets go of her breasts and sits up. Taking hold of his cock he slips into her creamy cunt with ease. He grabs hold of her soft hips and begins to fuck Katrina like he thinks she deserves. His pelvis smacks against her ass as his balls slap her pussy with each thrust. It's all she can do to absorb his thrusts, staying still enough to keep Brad's cock in her mouth. She reaches down and toys her clit as she gets fucked. Moments later she almost gags on Brad's cock as she climaxes once more. Her mouth and pussy tighten on their respective dick's as she whimpers and shakes. Brad can tell he is close as he watches his wife cum while getting shafted from behind. He holds his hand up in the air. Chris sees it and smiles, giving Brad the obligatory high five as they double team Katrina, something both had only dreamed of and jerked off to for over a decade. Chris's grunts and moans are getting more prevalent too. At this point Brad realizes "Either they don't realize it or they are beyond caring, but ... she's not on the pill since I got snipped, and Chris has made his appointment but hasn't gone yet. So right now, they are two fertile, virile humans about to cum together." He almost protests, then hesitates. He can't bring himself to say anything as he sees both of their faces lost in pure ecstasy. He himself brought this to fruition, he must see it through. Just as she's rounding the halfway mark of her orgasm, Chris's body tenses up. She's pushing back to meet each thrust, her pussy's soaked and sucking at his cock as he grabs her hips tight and releases a torrent of his seed deep, saturating her fertile garden. It's all too much for Brad as well as he squeezes her shoulders and unloads his own cum into her mouth. She swallows as much as she can but a fair amount escapes her lips. As she lifts her head she licks her lips and swallows again. The three collapse side by side in the bed. Katrina's the first to get up. Brad and Chris are passed out. When she returns she wakes Chris up. "Better get back to the couch in case the kids wake up". He scoots to the end of the bed and grabs her naked body, pulling it between his legs, her lower belly pressing against his limp dick. He holds her tight and kisses her fully. "You know, you really are as good a lay as he said. I wanna do it again... soon," he says. Kat thinks for a minute, grabbing his dick for a few gentle tugs. "If you guys stick around tomorrow, we could always do it while the kids nap." "Sounds like a plan," he replies. "And..." "And..?" she replies. "And I'll probably have to fuck you once... alone." "Oh you will will you? I think we can probably manage that." She smiles and leans forward into him, her tits pressing into his chest. Their lips seal and he sucks her tongue into his mouth as he squeezes her bare ass, slipping his fingers down teasingly close to her hot slit. She responds in kind and toys his now semi-hard cock. She suddenly breaks away, "Stop. Now get out there before we do irreparable damage to one of those kids." The next morning she hops in the shower as Brad starts breakfast. Chris comes into the kitchen bright eyed and bushy tailed. Brad can clearly see the tent in his friend's shorts, which gives him a devilish idea. "Hey..." Brad whispers, "Kat's taking a shower. Why don't you go surprise her?" "You wouldn't mind?" "After last night? I don't think there's much more you could do that you haven't done already." "Oh I doubt that. But shit man, if you insist," adds Chris. Brad can hear the bathroom door open and shut. Then he hears his wife yelp in surprise as Chris has surely pulled back the shower curtain. Moments of silence follow as Brad begins to imagine what's happening. Katrina has allowed admittance to her guest. Chris stands behind her, washing her hair lovingly as his cock pokes her lower back. His hands slide down through the suds and over her slick breasts, she moans and leans forward, letting the water rinse her hair as he gropes her from behind. In the kitchen Brad sets the kids' breakfast on the table in front of them and goes to peek in on the lovers. He opens the door and through the curtain can see their silhouettes and skin - a blur of flesh tones, highlights, shadow and movement. First he watches Kat turn and kneel in front of her beau as water rushes over his chest. She's got his dick in her mouth and is sucking for all she's worth as she juggles his balls with one hand and squeezes her breasts with the other. A few minutes go by before she breaks away to stand, turn, and then sit on the edge of the clawfoot tub, leaning against the back wall and spreading her legs wide. Chris kneels down in front of her and slips in once more to that horny home. He pumps in and out with power while leaning back, watching this awesome woman get fucked. Her tits bounce and shake in time with his pounding. Out of nowhere a flash flood of an orgasm sweeps through her body. When she slows a minute later, breathing deeply, Chris stops and pulls out. "You didn't cum," she says. "No, do you want me to?" He replies. "Well of course I want you to cum. You wanted me to, right? Don't you want to?" "Well der. Only like, every day always. Here. Stand up." Kat stands up and he bends her forward. She bends at the waist as prompted and grabs the side of the tub. Chris slips in with ease and begins pounding her. Their wet flesh slaps together as her tits sway forward and back. He's got her hips, pulling her back against him. "I've always wanted to fuck you Katrina. Ever since I met you. I was always jealous of Brad getting to fuck you, getting to marry you... Well anyway, thank you, for letting me do this." "It's my pleasure, literally. I've secretly been thinking about you doing this for a while as well. Years in fact." "Well then we've probably fucked innumerable times, you were just with your husband and I was with my wife, but in our minds we were fucking each other." At the thought of him thinking of her while fucking his wife, Katrina starts whimpering again, "Oh god. Oh god. I'm cumming again. Oh Oh Oh. Holyfuckingshit." He replies in kind, "Oh god, Kat. Me too! Uuungh." A few more deep thrusts as he unloads his cum once more deep into her sweet vagina. She stands and turns to him, letting his dick dip from her pussy and slap against his leg. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him close for a sensual kiss. His hands roam her wet, slick body as they make out in their post-coital bliss. Brad scurries back to the kitchen to attend to the kids, who are eating peacefully with only minimal mess. Brad grabs a plate and sits down. Minutes later Chris and Kat enter, hair wet and faces glowing with goofy grins, to join the others for breakfast, as though nothing had happened. After lunch Brad puts the kids down for their nap. When he returns to his room he finds the door closed and locked. He knocks lightly. A few seconds later the door unlocks and Katrina opens it a foot or so. She is stark naked. "I think we just want to be alone this time. Is that okay?" "Uum, weren't you alone in the shower?" he retorts. "Not really, we totally heard the door and saw you. I mean alone alone. I promise you can see be there next time. And I can always just show you the pictures while you fuck me tonight." As she shuts the door, Brad sneaks a peek inside, glimpsing Chris laying back on the bed, naked, stroking his stiff cock as he awaits his lover's return. She shuts the door firmly and locks it again. Brad wastes no time. He heads outside and sneaks over to the bedroom window. He peers in through the slight opening in the curtains and can spy his lovely wife posing for Chris as he snaps photos with her camera. A closeup of her tits. Another tight shot of her face. She pauses with one knee up on the bed long enough for him to snap a shot of her exposed snatch. They stop and talk for a minute. He continues to click away as she crawls toward him. She lowers her mouth to his cock and swings her leg to either side of his head. As she takes his meat into her mouth she lowers her steamy pussy onto Chris's chin, dragging it up and against his open mouth. Brad watches his young wife atop his best friend, her cunt smashed into his mouth as she greedily eats his cock. Chris has switched the camera to movie mode and holds it a foot away from his mouth devouring this beautiful pussy. He sweeps out and takes a profile shot of her head bobbing, her tits smashed against him. He sets the camera down against the wall, across the bed. Brad steals a glance around the neighborhood to make sure he can't be seen before unzipping his pants and sliding his dick into his hand. Looking back in he sees Kat abandon his cock and sit up. Her eyes are closed. She concentrates on her building orgasm as she sits on Chris's face. His light beard tickles her thighs as he eats her out. Her face goes flush as she begins the cherished flow of feminine cum into his eager mouth. He takes it all. He savors it. He drinks it. Her cum becomes him. It flows across his tongue and down his throat as he drinks like a man lost in the dessert. "Ohohoh. That's right, baby. Eat Mama's pussy. Oooo it feels so good," she says as he swallows her juices. When the climax subsides, she scoots herself down, still facing away from him, until she's lined up her outlet with his plug. She leans forward a bit and grabs his cock, sliding down joyfully onto the erection. Once she's got him fully inside her, she begins her keggles, squeezing and milking his cock with waves of muscles. He returns in kind, flexing and swelling his cock to it's full potential within her walls. She begins riding him like a pro. Her hip movements remind Brad of the strippers gyrating at the clubs. Chris watches her ass rise and fall, swallowing his dick with each downward glide. Brad can see her cheeks and chest flush from her recent climax. Chris's meat, shiny with Katrina's love juice, slips nearly out of her body before she contracts her pussy lets her weight descend again onto his pole. She continues this with moderate pace, up and down, in and out, forward and back, forward and back. Kat sits up straight, her heavy tits swaying as she begins a slow rotation of her hips, twirling Chris's hard cock against all sides of her tight, silky soft vagina. Her breasts sway and shake, her face contorts as she begins another go at a climax. Movement catches Chris's eye and he looks over and notices Brad at the window. "Well if he wants a show, I shall give him one," Chris thinks. Chris sits up and forces Katrina to her back, her head pointed at the window only a few feet away. Chris forcefully spreads her legs with his as he pushes his erection into her once more. He grabs her wrists and pushes them down above her head. "Too tight," she protests. Brad watches helplessly as his wife twists and wriggles her arms helplessly. The more she struggles, the tighter his grip gets. He holds her down firmly and begins shafting this young woman with fervor. He's pounding her pussy relentlessly. Brad's watching it all from behind the glass, staring at her tits bouncing toward her head as she gets fucked. He looks up and meets eyes with Chris. No longer a friendly look, Chris has a look of magnanimous conquest as he stares at Brad, pistoning in and out of his loving wife. Chris breaks the glance only to kiss his lover, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth where it dances with hers in humid darkness. "Your my little slut, now," Chris whispers to her. "Okay? I'm going to be fucking you whenever I want, got it?" Her eyes are closed, she nods in agreement. "Say it. Say I can fuck you whenever I want." "You can fuck me whenever you want," she repeats obediently. "Can I fuck you tomorrow?" She nods. "Good. I want you to meet me at the park for lunch on Monday. Wear a skirt or a dress, boots, and no underwear. Meet me at shelter 12 by the lake." She nods. "Do you know why?" "Because you want to fuck me." "That's right." His pumping continues unabated through the dialogue until he feels her cunt contract around his meat, sucking it into her depths once more, milking it. He feels his cum welling up from his sack. He leans up once more and announces that he's about to cum. He looks Brad in the eyes as he grimaces and releases a flood of sperm through Katrina's cervix, which she gladly accepts into her body. He continues shafting until his balls are empty and his dick is limp. Chris collapses on Katrina, exhausted. Letting his weight rest on her soft body. She has trouble breathing but doesn't want him to move. He feels so warm and masculine on top of her. His limp cock has found a nice bed in which to rest within her. They fall asleep in this position only to wake up a half hour later to his dick swollen within her body once more. It rouses them both. Katrina feels the growing appendage in her pussy and finally thinks to ask, "You're snipped aren't you?" Chris just raises his head from her shoulder and shakes his head, smiling a bit as he begins the slow in and out once more. "No. No I'm not. Is that a problem?" "Well I'm not on the pill?" "You're not?" he asks. "Well, no. Why would I be? Brad's snipped." An ornery grin washes over Chris's face, "Yeah, I know. I was actually thinking... maybe I could make you pregnant. Really that's my ultimate fantasy. Beyond just fucking you, I've always wanted to make a baby inside you." Logic remaining elusive in the mist of fresh sex, Katrina internalizes the idea. Her heart starts to beat faster; she channels that energy into her pussy for another quick, powerful orgasm. "Oh you like that idea?" he asks as she clenches her teeth through another climax. "You want Uncle Chris to make you pregnant, baby?" She bites her lips and nods imperceptibly as he fucks her flushing body. "Good," he says as he tenses up. She wraps her legs around his ass and pulls him close against her body. He shoots his cum one last time between her legs. They rise quickly and dress as it's time to wake the kids up and reluctantly part ways. Chris's goodbye to Brad is cordial enough, but when he gets to Kat he hugs her tight, kisses her deeply on the mouth and lets his hands roam her body one final time before the drive home. That night Katrina easily lures Brad to the bedroom where her she removes her silken pink panties and hands them to her husband. "What's this?" he inquires, smelling it. "Oh, I just put those on right after Chris fucked me for the third time today. Thought you'd enjoy jerkin off with those." He opens the crotch and can see a mixed mess of male and female cum dried in the crotch. He puts them to his nose and inhales deeply. His cock stiffens with the smell of cum from her underwear. Without delay and despite their mutual soreness, Brad and Katrina jump into bed and proceed to fuck the night away like smitten teenagers, whispering descriptions and thoughts on the past 24 hour's events, looking through the pictures and watching the video, where they watch Brad in the background as Chris assails Katrina's body. "You want him to come back?" Brad asks. "You wanna fuck him again?" "Mm, sometime sure. But if you're into this sorta thing now, and I know you're not gonna get all weirded out watching me get fucked, there's maybe a few other people I can think of that might like a turn." "And... who did you have in mind?" he inquires. "Well..." her heart starts to race again. "There's maybe... David, from work... Oh, and young Dan from work... boy there was so much chemistry on our last site visit to Dallas. I didn't tell you but we shared a hot tub at the hotel. Our bare legs touched beneath the water. Whew... I mean... wow. Just having him touch my legs was so erotic, I can't imagine having him slide between them." Her eyes glaze over and she lets her mind wander. "Well, I guess I can imagine it. Hey, you've always wanted to watch your brother fuck me, right? And I'm sure he wouldn't mind? Or haven't you noticed the way he looks at me? Might be a nice birthday present!" "For whom?" "Whoev," she replies with a shrug of her shoulders. "Well lets just take it slow after this weekend and see where things go." "'kay. Oh, but just so you know. Chris wants me to meet him for a lunch fuck on Monday. He told me to meet him at the park wearing just a dress and boots so he could fuck me on the picnic table. Is that okay with you?" Brad cums intensely at the thought. "I'll take that as a yes," she concludes. The next morning Brad rises early, dresses and runs to the drugstore. When he returns home he finds his wife in the bathroom peeing. "Here" he says. "What's this?" "Day after pill. Cuz you're not on birth control and Chris certainly wasn't wearing a condom the innumerable times he came inside you." "Oh," she says, kind of taken aback for a second. "Kay, thanks," she says as she quickly grabs the pills from him, sets them on the back of the toilet and shoes him out the door, swinging it shut behind him. From the bedroom he can hear the toilet flush. Kat Discovers Hubby's Friend She walks out and smiles wickedly as she passes by him with a wink. Brad later finds the empty package in the bathroom trashcan. Did she take them like he said? Or flush them like Chris wanted?