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My Best Friend's Wife

By: BV17



When I graduated from school my two best friends were dating. Jason (as we will call him) and Mandy (as we will call her). Everyone knew they would be married shortly. And everyone was right. Now after five or six years I was out of contact with the two of them. Then one day on a business trip to New York I ran into Mandy.

We talked and caught up on old times, and eventually she invited me over for dinner that night. She and Jason were still together, but as I learned there marriage was a bit shaky. Threw out dinner both of them talked to me but I picked up on body language which suggested that they were angry with each other.

After about 2 hours of dinner and just talking, they got into a fight and I excused myself. Mandy was exactly how I remembered her, a sweet Beautiful girl. Now Jason was apparently under a lot of stress from his job. Or at least that was what I figured. He was a contractor, and from what Mandy told me worked unbelievable hours. He had changed, he no longer had a since of humor and was uptight. Well I left back to my home in Florida, but still kept in touch with Mandy.

Over the next few business trips I saw Mandy a lot. Jason was never around and so I guess she latched on to me. One day around midnight she called me in my hotel. She seemed upset and so I went over. Jason and her had had a big fight so I acted like a shoulder for her to cry on.

She told me that Jason had stormed out and would probably be gone for hours. She discussed her problems and after about an hour she was leaning on my shoulder. Then she looked up at me and there was one of those awkward pauses. I got up and went into her kitchen to grab a beer. When I opened the fridge I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and she kissed me.

It was a passionate kiss. I held her while we kissed for more than a few minutes. Then I reached down and placed one hand behind each of her knees.

I lifted her up and laid her down on the table. By this time she was kissing up and down my neck. I pulled my tie off while she unbuttoned my shirt. I leaned forward again and started to kiss her. Her tongue began to probe my mouth, while my hands found there way to her blouse.

I fumbled around with the buttons till I had it open. Mandy wrapped her legs around me while I stared at her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra so it saved me some maneuvering. Her nipples pointed into the air hard as rocks. She reached up and grabbed my hair. Mandy guided me to her breasts.

I began to lick and kiss each nipple being very thorough. As I did this I heard her moaning softly.

Suddenly, she pushed my head back and said, "Fuck me." I stood up as she leaned forward to undo my belt. As her hands fumbled with the buckle I was in trance. This was the first time a woman had said, "Fuck me", to me.

Usually its take me or something but this was extremely arousing. While I was in this trance I heard a zipping sound. I looked down and saw her pulling my cock out of my boxers. She sat up and kissed the tip of my cock, then laid back and pulled her skirt up. I ripped her white cotton panties off and stuck the tip of my cock in her.

She was extremely wet. I taunted her few a few seconds just sticking the head of my cock in her. Then I guess she couldn't take it anymore she sat up and quickly lifted herself onto my cock. She was light so I was able to hold her in the air till I got to a wall and placed her back against it. I rammed my cock in and out of her. She was screaming at the top of her lounges. Constantly saying, "Fuck me, and I'm going to cum baby." I later learned she had three or four orgasms during this time. I told her I was about to cum, and this sent her threw the roof. She began to bounce up and down on my shaft faster and harder with each second, till I blew my load deep inside her. I lowered her down and we both collapsed. We were breathing heavily for about five seconds before I felt her hand stroking me off. In a matter of seconds my cock was at attention. I looked down as her small hands cradled my shaft. I rolled over on top of her and rammed my Soldier into her. She pushed me off her and pulled my boxers down completely instead of just letting my cock out. Then she yanked me inside her again. This time her hands were squeezing my ass pushing me in as deep as possible.

The neighbors were banging on the wall for her to be quite. But this didn't matter to her. She screamed, "Oh god yes, fuck me, come on baby", over and over. I licked at her nipples as my cock slid in and out of her. After a minute or two she grabbed the back of my head and yanked real hard. The pain was making me more horny.

She rolls us over and straddled me. For a few moments she just sat on top of my cock rubbing my chest. Then she began to bounce up and down. Slow bounces at first and then faster ones. Her skirt was draped over my cock now. "Cum in me baby. OOOOOOOOO, Yes". I was in a state of complete pleasure.

She hopped off of me, just seconds before I blew my load. She then laid on her belly, with her ass in the air. I got behind her and began to rub her ass. I then rammed my cock back into her tight cunt. She was grabbing the rug moaning and screaming, as I began to pump in and out of her. Needless to say i was throbbing. I was actually picking her off the floor slightly with every pump now. I then plunged one more time and blew the biggest load of my life.

I pulled my cock out of her and laid back. She laid up against me for a little while. But she wasn't done with me yet.

After about 15 minutes she began to kiss on my cock. She rubbed it until it was hard once more. Now I have never been a Stallion. I have been known to be a two-pump jump. But tonight I was on fire. She was jerking me off while she kissed on my head. At first I was laying back with my eyes rolled into the back of my head until I looked down and watched those little hands again. She was jerking me off with her right hand so her wedding band was touching my cock. Now she stopped jerking and took me into her mouth. I watched as her head bob up and down. She was in perfect motion, just the perfect speed. Her eyes stayed focused on me as she devoured my cock.

About 5 pumps from me blowing my load she started to stroke my cock again.

I came all over her hand. I watched as the white fluid poured over her wedding ring. Then she stopped pumping me and licked my cock dry. She was slurping on the head of my cock when Jason walked in.

I can only imagine what he thought when he saw his sexy little wife sucking me dry, in the middle of his own house. I saw him first. He was standing in the door just looking at Mandy. Mandy finished before she turned and saw him. A little bit of my semen was still on her lip when she saw him. She and I both jumped to our feet. Jason lunged forward. Mandy buried her head into my chest as we watched her husband charge at me. About ten feet from us her collapsed, He must have been amazingly drunk. Mandy packed all her close up and some of her personal things. I guess she saw this as the perfect time to leave him.

She left with me that night and I told her she could come to Florida with me. We are about to celebrate our second year of marriage. Despite her adultery she got most everything in the divorce. He had apparently beaten her, several times.

My Best Friend's Wife



There are certain women in my life that I have never been able to shake. I was making the long drive back home to see one such girl after ten long and lonely years. Her name is Charity, and unfortunate as it was she had never lived up to that name with me. Instead, she began fucking my best friend and teasing me during my college days. Whether it was whispering to me that she was not wearing underwear, or rubbing her ass against my hard dick she always managed to deny my attempts to bed her. It was soon after we graduated that Chuck and Charity were married.

As I finally pulled into her driveway I decided right then and there today was going to be different. I knocked on the door, and saw a blonde figure peek through the shades. She opened the door, and gave me a big ol' hug on the neck, and I returned the favor with and added peck on the cheek. She seemed not to mind, and all of my fantasies began to race through my head like chickens in a barnyard.

"Where's Chuck?" I asked with the faint hope he was gone.

"In Seattle, on business," she quickly replied.

"Probably FUCKING another WHORE!" she shouted soon after.

Now it had been some ten years since I had seen Charity, but she quickly began blubber on about how Chuck had changed. I tried very hard to be supportive, but my eyes quickly focused in on her large breasts that were barely covered by her pink tank top. I was unaware, but I had developed quite a woody in my jeans at the very sight of her. 

"It is nice to see I still have that effect on you, James," she whispered as she rubbed my crotch.

"You always have," I said, as I slowly leaned in to kiss her cheek once more.

"I need you, James" she squealed as she turned to kiss me full on the mouth.

And with those four words she quickly stripped me of my jeans and began to suck my rather large member. I could not believe the girl of my dreams was making like a snow-blower in a blizzard. I grabbed her by the back of her long flowing blonde hair and forced her head even further down my steel shaft.

"Oh...James!" she screamed.

"Fuck me, Fuck me NOW!" she groaned.

I did not even stop to think as I ripped off her black thong and tossed it aside. I did take just a moment to admire the view of her wet pussy before I buried my face in her mound. She smelled of peaches and strawberries, and I greedily ate as if it were my last meal.

"Fuck me...please!" she squealed again, as I slid three fingers into her warm oven.

"Not tell you say I am better than Chuck!" I demanded.

"Oh God, you are better than Chuck!" she cried, "MUCH BETTER!"

I quickly threw her back on the cold floor and forced my now huge cock into her pussy. I began thrusting faster and faster into her cunt. She began cumming all over my rod, and I just kept banging away like a jackhammer. I pulled out and turned her over to fuck her tight ass.

"I have never done this before," she screamed.

"Then it's about time you had!" I shouted back.

I was taking her ass virginity, and she was loving every minute of it. It was a little difficult at first, as her ass was trying to reject my member, but after a few seconds she was fucking me like a porn star. My balls began to tingle as I knew I could not hold out much longer. I quickly pulled out and asked her where she wanted it.

"In my pussy!" she pleaded.

"Are you sure?" I asked, not really caring what the answer was to my question.

She turned back over and I resumed fucking her now sopping beaver. I pumped harder and harder until I could begin to feel myself cumming. I just let go right into my best friend's wife. I came so much that some of my white gold began to seep out of her. I pulled out of her and she quickly sucked me clean as a baby's butt. We both collapsed into each others arms and fell fast asleep. When we woke and I got dressed; kissed her on the cheek, and headed back home. 

For whatever reason over the next few months she did not call or write me. That is until about nine months later when I received a picture and a letter from Chuck that read:

Dear James,

Here is a picture of our beautiful baby boy; James. Charity just would not have it any other way, but to name our boy after you. She says you can keep her company anytime I am out of town.

You are the best, buddy!

Chuck
P.S. Charity sends her love.



My Best Friend's Wife



Michael Broadbent and I had been friends for many years. We had met at University and then lost contact for a while only to find ourselves working for the same merchant bank in the City some five years later. That was ten years ago and we had remained firm friends ever since. We had both married. My wife, Sarah was an English rose. Beautiful to look at and highly intelligent. The only fly in the ointment was the fact that she tended to be somewhat prudish. Michael's wife, Rachel, on the other hand, was dark and bubbly with an outgoing, some would say outrageous, personality. The women had never become such firm friends as Michael and I had but they did get on with one another, mainly because they knew that it was important to us. The four of us would often attend social and sporting events together but our main socialising was regular dinner parties at one another's homes, usually on a Friday night.

On one such evening Sarah and I were at the Broadbents. Rachel had prepared a delicious meal of roast lamb and vegetables followed by a Peach Melba dessert, all washed down by Michael's impeccable choice of red and white wine. I was doing something that I found myself doing more and more at our meetings. I was surreptitiously watching Rachel. Her smile, her full figured body with its plump softly contoured breasts and the way her dress clung to her as she moved. I just hoped that no one else had noticed because it was almost impossible to stop doing. She aroused me. I had no romantic feelings for her at all but was developing ever stronger, much more basic desires every time we met. It was becoming an effort to control.

We were leaving the dining table to adjourn to the more comfortable seating in the living room when I decided to make a quick visit to the bathroom, the wine having taken its toll. As I was leaving the room I heard Rachel call out behind me,

"James dear, would you mind very much using the en suite bathroom in our bedroom? The main bathroom is being redecorated and is pretty much in a shambles I'm afraid."

I lifted a hand up and waved to indicate that I had heard and continued on up the stairs to the master bedroom, going through it to the bathroom on the other side. I duly relieved myself and washed my hands. I was just about to leave when I noticed the laundry hamper in the corner and the strangest feeling came over me. Here was an opportunity to handle the most intimate garments belonging to this incredibly sexy woman. Without further thought on my part the lid was opened and, within seconds, I was holding in my hands a scrap of bright scarlet material. It was a g-string made of satin. As I fingered it my finger slipped through a slit in the front. The material was damp with the secretions of her body and I could feel the moisture on my fingertips. Then I ran my finger along the thin cord which I knew had been rubbing up against her anus, probably only hours ago. With trembling hands I balled the panties in my hand and raised them to my face, covering my nostrils. Then I breathed in, as deeply as I could.

The scent that filled my nostrils was the deep powerful musk that the female of the species has used since the dawn of time to arouse the male and ensure the survival of the human race. It owed nothing to any perfume, science or chemicals. It was raw and basic and the effect on me was electric. As I stood there breathing in this intoxicating aroma, my organ engorged almost instantly, my underclothing becoming tight and uncomfortable. My hand went down to my crotch and I began to rub myself through my clothing. Only a few moments later the waistband of my trousers was undone and both they and my shorts were pooled around my ankles. My hand began to move in smooth even strokes.

It was not enough. I shuffled across the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Peering inside, I found what I had been looking for, a tube of KY jelly. Putting the panties down for just a moment, I picked up the KY, took off the cap, and pressed out a blob onto the palm of my hand. I quickly replaced the cap and then picked up the panties and held them over my nose once more before I spread the KY all over my rigid penis. And so I masturbated. My eyes were closed, my nostrils were flared and in my imagination I was having wild uninhibited sex with the gorgeous Rachel. No, that is wrong. In my mind I was fucking Rachel with total abandoned animal lust. She was lying flat on her back on the silk sheets of her double bed, her legs spread wide apart. I was between them relentlessly driving her to a climax with my engorged shaft as she screamed out my name and begged me to fuck her harder, ever harder.

The images in my minds eye were so graphic and so vivid, the scent of her was so arousing and the warm slippery feel of the KY was so sensuous that, for a brief time, my hand actually became her vagina. This avalanche of sensation could not last and very soon the inevitable happened. I felt my climax approaching, sweeping me up with the power of a tidal wave. I began to tremble, quite violently, as I felt little beads of sweat break out all over my body. I opened my eyes, and desperately shuffled to the washbasin, only just getting there as the first torrent of semen spurted out and splashed against the white porcelain surface. A huge shudder shook my body and I grunted, biting my lip to keep from crying out as the rest of my fluid pulsed out and began to trickle down the drain. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I caught sight of a movement in the half open doorway, reflected in the mirror on the front of the medicine cabinet, but, when I turned to look there was no-one there and not a sound to be heard. I put it down to my imagination and a feeling of guilt at what I had just done.

It did not take me very long to clean up. I washed myself with warm water and the bar of scented soap I found there, then dried myself on one of the soft towels hanging on the towel rail, the towel with a small "Hers" embroidered in a corner. I pulled my shorts and trousers up and fastened everything before carefully cleaning the last traces of my solitary passion from the basin. I almost put the panties in my pocket but decided that it was much too risky and replaced them in the laundry hamper after placing them over my nose for a few deep breaths one final time.

When I went back downstairs the others started ribbing me about taking forever just to take a leak but cryptic remark about a "brown cloud" soon shut them all up, even embarrassed them a little. One of the side effects of what had just happened was a lessening in my personal sexual tension level when I looked at Rachel and so the evening came to a very satisfactory end when Sarah and I left to go home shortly after midnight.

One morning, about a week and a half later, I came down the stairs and passed the hall table where Sarah had placed the morning post, as she usually did. I stopped and leafed through it, putting the dull boring stuff to one side (the bills that is) and finishing with a rather intriguing padded envelope addressed to me. I was about to open it when Sarah called to me from the kitchen,

"Your breakfast is ready love, come through and eat it before it gets cold."

"Coming." I called back, stuffing the envelope into a coat pocket meaning to read it as soon as I had finished my breakfast. Naturally that didn't happen, Sarah and I got engrossed in our conversation and then, suddenly, I was late for my train and had to rush to the station, forgetting all about it.

Sitting in my seat on the commuter train, reading my morning newspaper, I reached into my coat pocket for the tube of mints that I habitually kept there. My fingers found the envelope that I had stuffed in there in such a hurry earlier and I pulled it out. The address was typed on a label and the postmark was an anonymous inner city London borough, no clues there. Curiosity aroused I tore open one end, reached into the plastic bubble wrap interior and withdrew something that I recognised instantly. It was Rachel's red g-string panties, probably the same ones that had recently given me such pleasure, and still soiled judging by the faint whiff of scent which drifted up to my nostrils.

I stared at them in shock for a few seconds and then pushed them back into the envelope, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. . My heart was pounding and thoughts were racing through my head. She knew! She must have seen me. Had she told Michael? Would she tell Sarah? What was I going to do?

Then logic kicked in. If she were going to tell Michael or Sarah about what I had done she would simply have done so. She would not have sent me the panties. She was playing a deeper game and I was in it up to my neck. I reasoned that there had to be more in the envelope so I put my hand back in, and, sure enough, my fingers encountered a slip of paper, which I withdrew. It was typewritten and was unsigned. It read:

"Make a lunch reservation at Chez Jacques for 12.30 on Friday" 

The rest of that day went by in a haze. I made the lunch reservation, how could I not do so? Naturally I did not ask my secretary to do it but made the call myself. I felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights. A number of times during the day, when I was alone, I removed the envelope from my pocket and took the panties out to hold them in my hand. Once I even held them up to my nose and took a deep breath and, on another occasion I almost took them to the bathroom to use as an aid to masturbation! The day finally came to an end and I locked the envelope in my desk drawer before going home.

Arriving home I went directly to the drinks cabinet and poured myself a stiff Scotch. I was just pouring it down my neck when Sarah came into the living room,

"Hello love, how was your day?" Then she saw my face and the Scotch and said, "Not too good by the looks of it. Why don't you pour me one as well and we can both unwind together?"

I poured her a drink and we sat down in our usual chairs. My drink calmed me and I managed to carry on a normal conversation. That is, until she said,

"By the way, what was in that envelope that came this morning? You never did get an opportunity to open it before you left for work."

Suddenly there I was again, heart pounding, brain in overdrive. "It was, uh, um .." She looked at me quizzically as I floundered just this side of panic. Then a flash of inspiration hit me; "It was a spare battery for my mobile that I bought on e Bay." She smiled and we chatted for a while about what a marvellous thing e Bay was and how cheap things were when bought that way.

Friday soon came and, after a morning that seemed to drag on forever, I managed to make an excuse and got away for my early lunch. I arrived a few minutes early and was seated by the maitre d' at a small table for two, tucked away in a discreet alcove. I was nervously crumbling a bread roll when I sensed her arrival before I actually saw her. There was a whiff of her exotic perfume and a presence behind me before her long fingernails traced across my cheek and she moved past me to sit opposite.

"Hello James dear, how kind of you to invite me to lunch."

She smiled beautifully at me as she greeted me and my eyes were drawn to her generous cleavage that revealed the swelling curves of her rounded tanned breasts. I was in no mood to be distracted however,

"My god, Rachel, what the hell are you playing at? Can you imagine what would have happened if Sarah had opened that envelope? I can't imagine......" She held up her hand and stopped me in mid flow,

"James, you are being boring and tiresome and I really don't like boring and tiresome men." Her voice was soft and low but her eyes were steely. "Shall I leave now James, is that what you want?"

"No," just the monosyllable.

"Good, why don't we see what is on the menu, I do love this restaurant so, the food is scrumptious." She picked up the leather bound folder and began to study it intently.

"Rachel, we have to talk."

"No we don't. We have to select our meal, and then we have to enjoy it. Maybe then we can 'talk' as you put it. Till then why don't we just 'converse'?" She studied the menu and then announced, "I think I would like to start with a dozen fresh oysters and then go on to a grilled lobster with lemon butter sauce. How about you?"

I mumbled something about steak and then called the waiter over to give him our order. As he was writing it down she leaned forward and covered my hand with hers and said,

"I would love a bottle of vintage Dom Perignon to wash that down. Champagne always goes so wonderfully well with oysters, they say the combination is a powerful aphrodisiac." She must have seen the look of horror on my face at the mention of the word 'vintage' because she went on, "Perhaps a bottle of Dom non vintage then." She glanced at the waiter and he wrote something down before moving off.

"Michael spoils me something rotten you know," she said, "he bought me a really clever little digital camera last month. I meant to show it to you last time you visited because I know you are interested in that sort of thing but it completely slipped my mind, we were having so much fun. It is so sensitive that it can take pictures even by ordinary room lighting without the need for a flash. The pictures can be printed and can even be sent by e mail!"

I knew what she was talking about, of course I did, but I found that my initial shock turned very quickly into a form of excitement. Had she really taken pictures of me? Did she look at them and feel aroused? Suddenly I hoped so because the very thought was beginning to arouse me.

Our first course, my paté and her oysters, duly arrived. She picked up an oyster in the half shell and held it under my nose, "Don't you just love that fresh fishy aroma of seafood?" before putting it to her lips and slowly sucking the flesh into her mouth. She removed the shell and, for a moment, I saw the oyster held between her full red lips before it disappeared into her mouth. A second later she opened her mouth again and I saw it lightly held between her teeth before she gave a little giggle and swallowed it. She indicated the ice bucket that the waiter had placed alongside the table and said, "Don't neglect me James dear, these oysters are crying out for champagne to wash them down with."

I poured out the wine and she took a gulp of hers before she despatched another oyster. "Now," she said, we can 'talk'. Me first. I followed you when you went to the bathroom the other night. I pretended that I just wanted to make sure you found your way. I watched you as you urinated, I love the sight of a man's penis spraying a stream of urine and yours was beautiful. I was going to hide when you were about to come out but then you stopped at the laundry hamper. When you put my panties over your face I started to get wet. By the time you were stroking your big, hard beautiful cock my cunt was dripping and my fingers were frigging my clit like there was no tomorrow."

She kept sucking down oysters as she spoke. Her face was getting flushed and I could see that she was becoming as aroused as I was. Her language had deteriorated and she was dropping four letter words into the sexually charged atmosphere, savouring them, as she went on, "I watched you stroke your swollen meat all glistening with the KY jelly. I heard you groan with lust and I heard you stifling it when you were crying out my name. I watched as you sprayed all over my wash basin, and I shoved three fingers deep into my cunt at the same time. I was taken with as much lust as you were and I nearly screamed when I came. Now you talk."

I was stunned. Never in my wildest dreams had I hoped for this kind of reaction. I leaned a little forward and looked deep into her eyes as I began to speak, "I imagined that I had torn all your clothes off and thrown you down on the bed where you lay on your back with your legs wide open. Your pussy lips were flushed and swollen and open so that I could see how wet you were inside. You were begging me to fuck you, like a nymphomaniac slut you begged me. I knelt between your legs and stuck my cock into your pussy and just kept going in till my balls banged up against your arse. Then we fucked like animals, you screaming at me to fuck you harder and harder, until we both came."

I was panting as I finished speaking and, under the tablecloth, my cock was bulging in my trousers. She was staring straight into my eyes, saying nothing, and had slid slightly down in her seat. Suddenly I was electrically aware of the silky smooth feeling of a nylon clad foot snaking its way up my leg. Without thought I opened my legs and, within seconds, her foot was stroking gently but firmly, up and down my cock. On the way down she pressed hard with the ball of her foot and then, on the way up she used her toes like little fingers to clamber up my rod. Then she clenched and unclenched them on the sensitive part just beneath my knob. I could hardly believe what was happening to me, I was sure that if she went on much longer I would actually have an orgasm, right here in the middle of the restaurant. I must have groaned because she giggled and quickly withdrew her foot and sat up straight.

"Hush!" she said, "People will notice!" I looked around. A few of our closest neighbours were beginning to cast curious glances in our direction. Abruptly she stood up.

" Have to go to the ladies, won't be long."

Her face was flushed and her walk was a bit unsteady. I wondered if she was going to masturbate. I felt another rush of lust at the thought. She returned about five minutes later looking much more composed almost as much in control as she usually was. I had also calmed down in her absence and managed even to persuade my erection to subside. When she arrived back she did not sit down but stood next to me, very close. Below the level of the table she pushes something into my hand. I looked down to see another pair of her g-string panties, blue ones this time. The fabric was wet with her secretions and from below the table the scent rose to my nostrils. I hurriedly put them into my coat pocket. She bent down until her mouth was very close to my ear,

"I want you to take these with you to the bathroom when you get back to the office. I want you to hold them over your face while you stroke your cock until you are ready to come. Then I want you to catch your juices in my panties so that yours and mine mix together. Next time we are together we are going to fuck each other's brains out. Now you are going to have to move fast lover. Michael has a business lunch date here in about ten minute's time and you know how he always likes to arrive a little early. You don't want to have to be explaining things do you? Not in your condition." She gave another little laugh and stuck her tongue into my ear for a few seconds. Then she was gone.

I paid the bill, assuring an unhappy maitre d' that there was nothing wrong with his delicious food but that circumstances had forced us to abandon our meal. As soon as I got back to the office I went to the bathroom almost immediately. I locked myself in a toilet stall. For the next twenty minutes I just gave myself over entirely to an intense masturbation session. I held the damp panties over my face for all that time and just let my other hand stroke, knead pull and fondle my penis and my testicles. I even lightly fingered my anus something I did not often do. When my orgasm came it was intense and strong, physically shaking my body. I was aware of whimpering in pleasure as I poured my semen into the scrap of material in my hand. I sat on the seat for nearly five minutes as I recovered, thinking of Rachel, before I wrapped the sodden garment in my handkerchief. I put it into my pocket and left the bathroom.

And so life returned to normal, or almost. I still had a daily dose of paranoia when I came down for breakfast and looked at the day's post on the hall table. I was fearful that another envelope would come and Sarah would open it, and when no envelope did arrive I was deeply disappointed that it had not done so.




My Best Friend's Wife



About a week and a half after my intense lunch date I came home from work and, after pouring Sarah and myself both a Scotch, settled in my comfortable chair in the living room. We chatted about the events of the day for a while and then she said,

"I was thinking today, it's been quite a few weeks since we saw Michael and Rachel, so I phoned Rachel and invited them round for dinner on Friday. I hope that is OK with you? You don't have anything else in mind have you?"

"Hell no," I thought to myself, "What else could I possibly have in mind?" I felt just a touch panicked at the thought of how we might behave and how we would be able to control ourselves in the presence of our spouses. Out loud I said,

"Of course love, that sounds just fine. What did you have in mind for dinner? How about a nice curry?"

"You and your curry, I swear you're an addict. Oh, alright I'll do it," smiling as she said it.

Friday night came round and, despite my worst fears, was wonderful. Rachel controlled herself perfectly and it only took a short while for me to stop being nervous as well. We enjoyed a very tasty meal and spent the evening laughing and joking like the friends we had always been. It made me realise that whatever was happening between Rachel and I was not love but only lust and was therefore not a danger to us. A perverted kind of logic perhaps, but a form of logic nonetheless.

That night I got into bed and cuddled up to Sarah in a spoon fashion. I nuzzled her neck and caressed her breasts through her long night-gown.

"Mmmm," she murmured and pushed back at me.

"Mmmm," I replied and licked at her ear lobe while I caressed her thigh.

My hand moved ever so smoothly and gently up and down her thigh while I licked and sucked at her ear lobe. She turned her face to me and I kissed her. She did not like me to put my tongue in her mouth but her lips were wonderfully soft and tender and mobile as well. She sighed softly and her legs parted enough to let me move my hand up and cup her sex in my palm. My hand stroked up and down over her smooth growth of pubic hair for a while until she opened a bit more and I was able to slip a finger inside to massage her clit. Moments passed before she gave another little sigh and a moan and reached behind her to grasp my erection in her hand. This was her signal that she was ready for me to penetrate her, so I lifted her thigh a little more and placed the head my erection at the entrance to her vagina. It always amazed me that she was able to get so aroused and so wet from such brief and under the covers foreplay but it never failed. She pushed back at me as I pushed forward and my penis slid smoothly into her tight, silky smooth, warm and very wet sex.

Sarah was not anti sex. She just believed that there was a time and a place and even a way to do it. This was her time and place and this was how she liked it. I moved my erect penis in and out of her vagina in smooth even firm strokes. Each stroke ended with me embedded right to the hilt, feeling her cervix just touching the tip of my penis. Each withdrawal left a trail of sensation on the sensitive tissues of both our organs, repeated on the following insertion. She put her arm round my head and turned hers to kiss me again, her soft lips moving on mine. I knew she was ready for her climax when she whispered,

"Please James, finger me again, finger my clit."

I fingered her, rubbing her swollen nubbin between thumb and forefinger, as I thrust a bit faster, still keeping them long and deep. There was a soft cry, a whimper even, from her then a short sharp shudder and she collapsed, trembling in my arms. I just kept my last thrust deep inside her and let my own climax sweep over me. There was no manic intensity but rather a warm draining as my fluid flowed out and filled her womb. I felt my love pouring into her.

A week passed, and then another, without any more small padded envelopes appearing in the morning mail. I was beginning to wonder if Rachel had decided to stop the madness before it went any further when I came downstairs one morning and found an envelope, exactly the same as the previous one, lying on the hall table where Sarah had put it. I picked it up and stuffed it in my jacket pocket and went through for breakfast. Sarah said good morning and then asked,

"Was that another e Bay thing that arrived this morning?"

"Yes," I replied very casually, "it is another battery for a mobile phone. It's for my secretary. She was impressed at how cheaply I bought mine and asked me to get one for her." 

I couldn't wait to get to the office to open the packet. The train was not crowded and I had no travelling companions close to me so I opened the flap and just held it up to my nose for a few seconds while I breathed in and out a few times. It was wonderful. I lowered the envelope to my lap again and, with two fingers reached inside for the scrap of card that I knew I would find in there. I pulled it out and read the typescript on it:

"Next Thursday. Take the afternoon off. Arrange a suite at the Dorchester. Be in the suite by 2.30. Leave a sealed message giving the room number for 'Mrs. Carpenter' at the desk. Don't forget what I like to drink."

When I got to the office I put the envelope into a desk drawer, but not before I had reached inside once more and rubbed the fabric of the panties with my fingers to transfer her scent to me. I spent much of the next few hours touching my face, particularly my upper lip, sniffing as I did so.

Thursday finally arrived. Shortly after 2.00 p.m. I checked in to the Dorchester, a suite on the top floor. I left an envelope for 'Mrs. Carpenter' at the desk and ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon, vintage this time, to be delivered to the room immediately. I let myself into the suite and, five minutes later, when there was a knock on the door I admitted a waiter who had brought the champagne, an ice bucket full of ice, and two glasses. When I had tipped him and he had left I moved the ice bucket, champagne and glasses to the bedroom and then settled down in a comfortable chair to wait.

It was almost 2.30 when there was a light tap on the door. I leaped to my feet and rushed over to open it. Rachel glided in, dropping her full-length coat on the floor as she did so. She came into my open arms, not so much in an embrace as in a collision. We clung to each other, mouths locked together with our tongues flickering back and forth. Our bodies were pressed upon each other so that we could feel each contour. Beneath her fine jersey knit dress she was stark naked, her ample breasts pressing into my chest and her firm rounded buttock cupped in my hand. Her perfume was exotic and sensuous and went straight to my head, intoxicating me. Her sweet scented breath puffed into my mouth as she sighed with wanting and when she whispered,

"Fuck me, James, fuck me now."

We almost ran through to the bedroom and when we got there it was only seconds before she had kicked off her shoes and pulled off her dress before lying flat on her back on the bed with her legs wide apart and looking magnificently decadent and even whorish. I was still struggling to remove my clothes as I looked directly down to her open vagina, only feet away. The pubic hair mound was shaven, but for a thin strip of downy hair which extended upwards from just above her clitoris. The lips of her vagina were slick and smooth and slightly puffy and red from her state of arousal, while her erect clitoris poked prominently out from under its hood. Inside her vagina, inside the half open lips I could see the wet sheen of the mucus covering the walls of her tunnel.

I finally got rid of the last item of my clothing, my shorts. My penis sprang free and stood proud of my body, pointing outward and upward. It was massively erect, the veins along its length prominent while the knob at the end was swollen and almost a purple colour as it filled with blood. I kneeled on the bed between her widespread legs and bent down, intent on inhaling her clit into my mouth.

"No, James, no, no!" she almost screamed at me, "Don't do that. I don't need that. I just need you to fuck me with that fucking beautiful big fucking cock of yours. I need you to fuck me just like you imagined it, just like you told me you did. Fuck me, damnit, fuck my cunt now!"

The head of my penis found her vagina and in an instant I slammed it home and was encased full length in her hot tunnel. She clenched her muscles tight around my shaft and then I began to fuck her like a man possessed. The white heat of total lust just consumed me and I rammed my cock deep into her cunt as hard as I could, driving in and out relentlessly. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and her mouth was open as she almost shouted, over and over,

"Fuck me, James. Fuck me, harder, harder!"

Everything was exactly as it had been in my imagination and this time, as then, it had to end. Her face, neck and chest became all flushed and she started to throw her head from side to side. At the same time I felt my own orgasm grip me and, as I plunged in and out, I began to ejaculate, spurting my semen into her. She trembled violently and went totally rigid before collapsing into the almost unconscious state of 'le petit mort' the little death. I collapsed on top and to the side of her holding her to me as tight as I could, never going to let go.

We slept. About two hours later I awoke. Rachel was lying cuddled up next to me and was very gently stroking my flaccid penis. I looked down at her and she noticed that I was awake. She grinned mischievously and said,

"Look at this sorry wee feller. He came at me like a lion and now he's just a little lamb. I wonder if we can do something to revive him"

So saying she bent forward and took me into her mouth. She began to play, sucking gently up and down and licking the head. I was stiffening up nicely when I slapped her on the rump and told her to straddle my face. She didn't even take her mouth off my penis before I was staring right at the wonderful sight of her dripping hole. I put my face in there like a starving man at a banquet, sucking her clit into my mouth and playing with it with my tongue. I felt her lift her mouth from my penis and then I heard her say,

"James, would you do something for me?"

"Anything," at that moment I would have given her the world.

"Would you fuck me in the arse?"

Would I ever? It was like a dream come true. The cherry on the top. The final ecstasy. In lieu of a reply I spread her arse cheeks wide apart and started to lick the tight puckered ring of her anus, pushing my tongue into it as hard as I could.

"I'll take that as a yes," she giggled and got up and turned round to face me. She gripped my erection in her hand and guided it to her anal entrance, and then she began to sit down on it. It would not go in, she was too tight and I was too large but she persisted. I could see from the look on her face that it was painful for her and I was about to suggest that we give up trying when it happened. My knob just popped in past her sphincter and she continued to slowly lower herself down until my entire length was encased inside her. She sat very still and bent forward a little so that I could cup her breast and caress it and then she spoke to me very softly,

"This is my first time. My very first anal sex. Michael never wanted to, so now I can give this gift to you. I won't be able to come like this but I want you too spend inside me. I want to feel your flow."

I have always cared for Rachel and I always will, but I think that, at that moment, I truly loved her.

She began to move up and down, very, very slowly while I used the ball of my thumb to stimulate her clitoris and my other hand to caress her breast. Because of the tightness of her anus and maybe even because of the emotions I felt I came quite quickly, releasing deep inside her. Only moments later she had another small orgasm herself from the clitoral stimulation. She dismounted and we lay together in silence and contentment. Later on we opened the champagne and drank it while we lay and chatted away about anything and everything like we good friends we are. When it was time we bathed and dressed and prepared to leave.

We stood in the doorway and kissed one last time. I looked down at her and said,

"It's over isn't it?" knowing what the reply would be.

"Yes," she whispered, and walked out of the door and down the corridor.

There is a loose end - Our respective spouses never found out about our brief affair. The friendship enjoyed by Michael and I became an even deeper friendship enjoyed by all of us, Rachel and I were never tempted to repeat the affair.

And a postscript - About two weeks later I received an e-mail at the office. Although it was from an anonymous web mail address I knew it was from Rachel. It read,

"I thought this might amuse you. I will delete the original as soon as this mail goes." Then there followed a cryptic clue to the password required to open the encrypted attachment.

I opened the attachment. She had caught me only seconds before my orgasm. What you could see of my face around the panties was in a fierce grimace and the camera angle somehow made my penis look enormous in my hand. I smiled and pressed the delete key.



My Best Friend's Wife



The following story is either 100% true or 100% fiction. It would be interesting to know what you think, so please comment.

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I stop at the filling station to fill up my tank. Dean, the owner of the service station, sees me and comes walking in my direction. We have been very close friends for years.

"Hi!" he says. "I still owe you money, buddy. When am I going to get your account for those building plans you've done for me?" He is in the process of extending his house (or shall I say mansion) and I did the designs for him.

"What the hell, give me twenty grand and we'll call it quits!" I reply, grossly exaggerating of course.

"Twenty grand?! Shit, in that case my wife will have to pay you with the body, because I do not have that kind of money..." he jokes back.

"Fine by me, but for twenty grand she'll have to do it in quite a few installments." I quip.

"OK, I'll tell her. Just say where, when and how often!" he teases.

I laugh it off, pay the attendant and drive off.

On the way home I daydream about our conversation. What I wouldn't give for it to come true! Lara, Dean's wife, is an absolute goddess. She is an instructor at her own gym and her shapely body is testimony of how serious she takes her work. She is always one of the main topics in the bar at the country club after golf on Saturdays and needless to say, the subject of most men's fantasies – and I include myself. But through all the daydreaming and wishful thinking I am well aware of the fact that it will remain just that – wishful thinking! She has a flawless reputation and it is very obvious that she absolutely adores Dean. And why shouldn't she? He has got good looks, he's a great sportsman, a loving husband and a very successful businessman.

A few days later, I phone the service station to make an appointment to have my vehicle serviced. Lara answers the phone. 

"By the way, when are we getting your account for the building plans?" she asks. "We'd hate to keep you waiting for your money."

"I take it Dean did not tell you about our little ‘arrangement'?" I tease.

"What arrangement?" she asks.

I tell her of my conversation with Dean.

"Oh, that? Yes, he did mention it to me." she laughs.

"Well, there you have it!" I conclude.

"OK." she replies.

"OK what?" I ask, a little puzzled.

"OK, I'll do it. But Dean must not know about it." she says.

"You've got one big mouth, lady! Talk is cheap, you know..." I counter.

"Well, your move.." she says and hangs up.

Now she's got me totally baffled. Surely she can't be serious? I wonder if she has any idea what she's doing to me! Where do I go from here? Do I make the next move or is it going to blow up in my face? After giving it some thought, I decide that she is well aware of the effect she has on me and is just playing with me. I leave it at that.

A few days later I stop at the service again to fill up my tank. Dean sees me and walks up to me. I still feel awkward about the conversation I had with his wife.

"I hate having to ask you this, as I have not even paid your account yet, but I need a big favor." he says.

"What can I do for you, mate? Spit it out!" I reply.

"I'm worried about the way my builder is interpreting your plans. Would you mind coming out to my place? I'd like you to have a look at the sun deck at the pool. I'm not sure whether the pillars he's building would be sufficient to carry that heavy structure. I'd be much happier if you could come and check whether he is following your specifications" he explains.

"Well, unfortunately I will not be able to make it today. But tomorrow is Saturday, so it wouldn't be a problem. What time would you like me to come? I ask.

"Damn! Tomorrow I am playing in the golf tournament. I'm going to be out on the golf course for the whole day. But Lara will be at home. So please pop in and check it out for me, will you?" he asks.

"No prob, mate. Enjoy the golf!" I say as I drive off.

I think about the conversation I had with Lara. Could this be the opportunity I have been waiting for..? I shrug it off as daydreaming.

Saturday after lunch I drive out to Dean's place. It is about fifteen kilometers out of town. They own a smallholding in the Bushel on the boundary of the nature reserve. It has a spectacular view over the valley and it is not uncommon to drive past a few elephant or rhino on the way.

I stop in front of the house and run up the steps to the front door. It is open. I knock lightly and enter the hallway. I call Lara's name, but no reply. Strange… She has to be here somewhere. It's very unlike her to leave the place open and go off somewhere. Maybe she is in the garden.

I walk to the sliding door and look over the garden. Nothing. Then I see her! She is sun tanning next to the pool with a story book in her hand. Just as I am about to walk out onto the balcony and call her, it hits me between the eyes. She is tanning topless! Her bright blue bikini top lies next to her on the grass. That which the guys at the club can only dream about is displayed to me in all its splendor! Those firm, sun tanned boobs totally defy gravity even as she lies on her back. They are perfect, about 34C. With an erection straining against my pants, I take a few minutes to enjoy what is on display. Eventually I come to my senses, feeling slightly guilty about being a peeping tom. But how do I get her attention without her knowing that I've seen her topless..? I know! I'll go back to the front door and ring the bell. Hopefully she'll hear it, make herself respectable and come to the door.

While I am pondering the idea, she gets up and trots towards the house. Her firm breasts jump and jiggle with every step. I rush to the front door and as I reach for the bell, she comes around the corner into the hallway. She sees me and stops dead in her tracks. With a surprised look on her face she clasps her arms over her breasts. What a picture! Her blue bikini bottom is nothing more than just a little triangle covering only the barest of necessities.

"Oops! I'm very sorry..." she stammers and quickly wraps her arms around her bare boobs.

"My pleasure!" I quip. "You did say you were going to pay me with the body. I take it this is the first installment..?"

She blushes. "Wait. I'll go and get my top at the pool." she says and turns towards the pool. Wow! The view from behind is even better! The bikini bottom turns out to be a G-string!

"Can I come with?" I push my luck.

"Er… If you want to." she stammers again, not really knowing what to say. She starts to walk down the steps towards the pool, her arms still folded over her breasts. I follow her sheepishly. My eyes are riveted to the sway of her hips and the movement of those bare sun tanned ass cheeks.

At the pool she bends down and picks up her top. She turns her back to me, holding the top over her boobs.

"Would you mind giving me a hand?" she asks.

"Is this really necessary?" I push my luck again. She does not reply and I take the two strings that are dangling by her sides and tie it into a bow behind her back. My hands tremble slightly as my fingers come into contact with the flesh of her back.

"Thanks." she says as she takes the remaining two strings and ties it in a bow behind her neck. She turns to me.

"So when did you have the boob job?" I ask. I'm talking utter rubbish, of course, but I'm saying it just to provoke her.

"What on earth are you talking about? I never had any boob job!" she hits back.

"Come on! I had a good eyeful when you stormed into the hallway and I know a boob job when I see one!" I persist.

"In that case I don't have to feel bad about what you saw, because it is obvious that there is something wrong with your eyesight. This set is still exactly as Mother Nature made them." she replies. 

"That you'll have to prove…" I insist.

"Come on! I'm not blonde! Your feeble story of a boob job is just a hopeless attempt to get me to show you my boobs. I'm certainly not going to fall for that! Next time try to be more original." she says with a smile. Her perfect white teeth form a stunning contrast with her tanned face. "Tell you what. Be a good boy now and I'll go get us something to drinks. What do you say?" 

"Now there's a good idea!" I reply. "And while you're busy I'll go and inspect the construction work on the deck. That is after all why I am here." 

"You do that." she says and trots up the steps into the house.

I climb up the half finished deck and check out the construction. Everything seems to be up to standard. The view from up there is phenomenal! I look over the valley and at the water hole not too far from the house I can see a few elephant and their calves wallowing in the mud. 

I look towards the house and am just in time to see Lara close the front door and lock it. Interesting…

I climb off the deck and take a seat next to the pool. She comes down the steps with the drinks on a tray and a towel over her shoulder. I get up, take the tray from her and place it on the table next to the chairs. She drops the towel and a pair of swimming trunks next to my chair.

"There. It's hot and I'm going to take a dip later. Feel free to put that on if you want to join me." she says and sinks down on a lounge chair with her drink in hand.

It is still early and I realize that Dean will not be home before dark. The front door is locked, so any unwelcome guests can simply be ignored. The pool area is very private and can only be accessed through the house. 

"Thanks!" I accept her invitation. I take Dean's swimming trunks and put it on in the dressing room next to the pool. When I return, I find Lara lying on her stomach on a towel at the side of the pool. She is trying to apply suntan lotion to her back, but is not very successful.

"Can I help?" I ask politely and kneel next to her.

"Thanks! You're a doll!" she says and hands me the lotion.

I put a little in my hand. I've always had a thing for the pleasant coconut smell of tanning lotion. I start to rub it into her shoulders. She pulls her short, dark brown hair away from her neck. 

"Don't let the lotion get on my top, OK?" she says.

"Well… that's not going to be easy." I reply.

Without further ado she reaches behind her and unties the string of her top. She leans forward and lies with her head on her forearms. 

I pour a little oil on her back and spread it all over her back with long, slow strokes. My eyes are riveted on the sides of her breasts that are bulging out under her weight. My hands move in ever increasing circles, closer and closer to those soft bulges. She does not react. Then I let my fingers glide boldly over the soft flesh. Still no reaction. I can feel my erection straining against the swimming trunks.

I do the rest of her back right down to her G-string. Then I kneel next to her thighs and apply some lotion. She open her legs a little to give me better access. I kneel over her left leg, forcing her legs wider open with my right knee. She does not resist. I am now kneeling between her legs. What a view! Her pussy strains against the tiny blue triangle of her G-string, which disappears into the crack of her buttocks only to reappear above her ass and form a T with the side strings. I apply lotion to the inside of her thigh and my hand glides dangerously close to her pussy with every stroke. I can feel the slight contraction of her muscles in anticipation every time I get near her pussy. Her firm sun browned buttocks lie enticingly in front of me. Without further ado I rub some lotion into them. Still no reaction from her, not even when I spread her cheeks with the circular motion of my hands.

Then it all gets too much for me. My dick feels as if it is going to snap off any minute! I have to cool down. I get up and dive into the water.

I do a couple of lengths and then stand in the water at the side of the pool next to where she lies. She is leaning on her elbows, reading a story book. The tops of her breasts are clearly visible. She turns the page and in the movement her breasts lift completely from the towel. I can clearly see her huge dark brown nipples. She does not even seem to be aware of my presence. There is no way in the world that I'm going to be ignored like that! I cup my hands under the water and throw a stream of icy cold water over her.

"You dog!" she shrieks "You are going to pay for that!" She jumps up and dives into the water, chasing me. I'm not sure if she realized that her bikini top remained on the towel. I swim away from her but slow enough to make sure that she catches up with me. She dives on top of me and forces my head under the water. I grab her around the waist and pull her against me. I can feel those firm naked tits pressing against my chest under the water. Her legs fold around my waist. I put my hands on her bare buttocks to support her, while she puts her hands on my shoulders. 

Without warning I lift her up until her naked breasts break through the surface of the water. What a sight! The normally large nipples are now significantly smaller and longer as a result of the cold water.

"OK, so you're right. No boob job!" I tease.

"You're a very bad man!" she shrieks and leans self consciously against me in an attempt to hide her boobs from my view. I cannot decide whether seeing her boobs or feeling it press against my body gives me the most pleasure. She leans with her head on my shoulder. I push her wet hair away from her neck with my nose and gently kiss her neck. 

"Mmmm…" she sighs and puts her hand behind my head, pulling me closer to her neck. I lift my head slightly and start to nibble on her earlobe. She groans and pulls away from me. She looks at me with those dark brown doe eyes, her mouth slightly open. "You're naughty…" she whispers. In response I lean forward and kiss her full on the mouth. Her tongue darts into my mouth. I slide my right hand up her rib cage and she leans back to give me better access to her left breast. My hand folds around the firm breast and I roll her nipple gently between my fingers. She groans and I can hear the tempo of her breathing pick up as we kiss passionately.

I lift her up and she leans towards me, her nipple centimeters from my mouth. I accept her offer and my mouth closes around her hard, dark brown nipple. I suck it into my mouth. Again I feel her hand on the back of my head pulling me into her breast. Her breathing is ragged.

I walk with her into shallower water, then lift her out of the water and make her sit on the edge of the pool. Her perfect tits are now level with my face. I take her tits in my two hands and take turns sucking on her nipples. Again I feel her hands playing in my hair. I gently push her backwards. She gets the message and lies back on the paving with her feet in the water. I part her legs. I can clearly make out the slit of her bulging pussy through the wet triangle of her G-string. I lean forward and gently kiss the inside of her thigh. I can feel her body stiffen in anticipation. I drag my tongue over the inside of her other thigh. She stiffens again and a hoarse groan escapes from her lips. I stroke the sides of her hips and tug on the strings of her G-string. She co-operates by lifting her hips. I take off the G-string and place it on the side of the pool. I spread her legs again. What an awesome sight! Her clean shaven pussy glistens centimeters from my face, as ready and wet as can be! I cannot wait to taste it, but suppress the urge. Instead a plant a few more wet kisses on the insides of her thighs, ever closer and closer to her pussy, but deliberately avoiding any contact with it. She starts to squirm and moan. I blow lightly over her pussy lips. The sharp intake of air tells me that she loves it. I lean forward and plant a kiss just above her slit. The skin there feels like day-old beard. I pretend to kiss her on her pussy lips, but turn away at the last minute to kiss her on the inside of her thigh again. 

"Don't… Please don't torture me like this…" she whispers. Again I blow over her pussy. She trembles. Her labia minora are quite small and peep shyly from the groove formed by the fleshy outer lips. I move my mouth to the inside of the other thigh, my lips lightly brushing against her one outer lip. I feel her hands on the back of my head. She is trying to pull me to her cunt. I resist and avoid contact with her cunt for another minute. Then, without warning, I kiss her on her cunt, pushing my tongue as deep as possible into her vagina. She tastes like heaven!

"Oh, my God!" she cries, her hands tugging harder on the back of my head. I can feel the light tremors in her thighs. I move slightly upwards and suck her clit into my mouth. This is the last straw. Her thighs clamp around my head and with a scream she explodes into a very intense orgasm. Her lower body contracts in rhythmic spasms. I keep sucking on her clit until she subsides. She relaxes suddenly and I move away to give her time to recover. She lies breathless and speechless for a few minutes, her arm across her face. I take her other hand in mine and stroke it gently. In the distance I can hear the trumpet of an elephant.

Eventually she sits upright. She looks at me for a moment. "All right, get out." she orders. I get out of the pool and lie beside her, taking her in my arms. We kiss passionately and her tongue darts into my mouth again. I hold her close and stroke her naked back.

Then she rolls on top of me. I lie on my back. She kneels over me with her breast hanging like ripe grapefruits over my face. Just as I want to take her nipple into my mouth again, she moves away. Her head dips down and I feel her lips close over my right nipple. She has just discovered one of my biggest weaknesses! My nipples are incredibly sensitive. She nibbles lightly on my nipple. My cock feels as if it is going to burst through Dean's trunks at any minute! My left nipple gets the same treatment. Heaven!

The she sits with her naked, wet pussy on my rock hard cock. "I think you're enjoying this…" she says with a naughty smile. I smile back at her. She moves further down and tugs on the waist band of my trunks. I raise my hips and she takes off my trunks with one swift movement. My hard cock towers proudly into the air. "Wow!" she says as she sees how hard it is. Her hand folds around my dick and she starts to pump it gently. She lowers her head and her warm, wet mouth engulfs the head. I'm in heaven! I slowly fuck her mouth while she sucks my dick. 

Then the tingling sensation in my balls tells me that this is enough! This is not where I want to blow my load! Not yet! I have to fuck this beautiful creature here and now! I try to push her gently onto her back, but she resists and pushes me back onto my back. How now? I thought this was what she wanted? She squats over my pelvis. "Just lie still." she orders. She takes my hard dick in her hand and guides it to her pussy. I can feel the head nestle in her warm, moist slit. She lets go of my dick and with an audible sigh she lowers her body onto my erection. I feel my dickhead penetrate the soft, warm, velvety fold of her tight cunt. Painfully slowly her cunt engulfs my dick until her ass presses against my balls. My dick is buried to the hilt in her hot, wet cunt. She sits motionless on top of me. Then she leans forward and kisses me. Her hips begin a slow bobbing motion on my dick as she fucks me with long, slow strokes. I put my hands on her hips and pull her tightly against me on every down stroke, burying my dick in her sopping wet pussy every time. That familiar tingle in my balls return and I know I have to either shoot my load or withdraw from her pussy. 

I push her off me and roll her onto her back so that I lie between her thighs. I kiss her passionately and then move further down. I take her right nipple into my mouth and gently nibble on it. I can tell by her moans that she is enjoying it. In fact I am only playing for time, waiting for my imminent orgasm to subside. 




My Best Friend's Wife



I move further down until my face is directly above her pussy. Her juices are now flowing freely. I spread her cunt lips and pull the fleshy sheath of her clit back until the tiny pink nubbin of her clit is exposed. I tickle it ever so gently with the tip of my tongue. She moans and her lower body shudders every time I touch her clit. Then I suck her clit into my mouth again and gently roll it between my lips. Her hand grabs the hair at the back of my head and her head rolls from side to side. I realize that she is going to come again soon. 

I lift my head and lie on top of her. Her arms fold around me as I kiss her passionately. I can tell that tasting her own pussy on my mouth excites her tremendously. 

Holding her head between my hands, I move my lower body up until I can feel the head of my dick nudging her wet slit as if it has a mind of its own. She raises her knees and folds her legs around me. I push forward and my dick finds its way into her warm, slippery love tunnel. Without much resistance I slip into her until my balls press against her ass. I fuck her with long, slow strokes, everyone of which she meets with gusto! Again I feel that tingling in my balls…

I take my dick out of her cunt and turn her around so that she stands on her hands and knees. I kneel behind her. Her firm, rounded buttocks look very enticing and without further ado I ram my dick into her cunt. It glides effortlessly all the way into her slippery folds. Again I experience that heavenly feeling as my cock is engulfed by her pussy. I fuck her with long, hard strokes from behind, my balls slapping against her clit with every stroke. I find it extremely erotic to see my hard dick disappear all the way into her body only to reappear, glistening wet with her juices. 

Then I am suddenly intrigued by the tiny brown star of her asshole. I have never had anal sex before, but all of a sudden I have to try it! I withdraw my dick from her cunt and squat over her buttocks. I take my dick in my hand and lay my wet dickhead against her asshole. 

"Please… Don't… Not that! I've never…" she protests.

"Don't worry. I'll be OK" I promise. As if I'd know! This is a first for me too, but I figure she doesn't have to know that.

I take her by the hips and push hard and firmly against her asshole. She moans. She is too tight. I can't get my dick inside her. I put some spit on my dickhead and on her asshole and try again. This time I push considerably harder. She screams as my dickhead slips into her asshole. 

"Ouch! Please take it out! It hurts too much!" she pleads.

I come to my senses and decide not to put her through that. I take my dickhead out of her ass and give her time to recover.

"Thanks…" she whispers.

Satisfied that she is OK, I slip my cock into her from behind again. I lean forward and fondle her left tit while my right hand moves through the front of her thighs. I tickle her clit while I fuck her passionately. Judging by the guttural noise she makes, it is driving her nuts! I open her outer lips with my fingers and make sure that my balls slap against her exposed clit on every downward stroke. It seems to have the desired effect. Before long I feel the tremors of an approaching orgasm in her lower body. Then she begins to buck and jerk as her body contracts in the rhythmic spasm of another intense orgasm. I have to hang on for dear life to keep my dick in her bucking pussy! I grab her firmly by the hips and fuck her hard and fast. Then I see stars in front of my eyes and it feels as if my balls are about to explode. I shoot stream after stream of hot, pearly white cum deep into her pussy. She falls forward and I collapse on top of her, totally spent. We lie like that for a while. Then I roll off her and take her in my arms. For a few minutes no says a word. 

"That was incredible…!" she whispers, finally breaking the silence. I peck her on the forehead in reply.

"I take it your account is now settled?" she asks.

"In full!" I reply. "But I sure would not mind a few bonus installments!" I tease.

She laughs. "Please have the account ready by Monday if you don't mind." she says.

"But I thought…?" I ask, a little puzzled.

"Thought what?!" she snaps at me. "You didn't seriously believe that this was about your account, did you? If that was the case, where does it leave me? A common whore who trades sex for favors? Come on! Look around you! Surely you'll have noticed that money is not a problem around here?"

Suddenly I feel like a dog. I have no idea what to say. I take her in my arms and we lie in silence for a few more minutes.

"Would you like something to drink" she asks after a while.

"Thought you'd never ask!" I reply. 

She gets up and I marvel once again at her perfect body. She suddenly looks down and lifts her leg. My cum is trickling down her inner thigh in a pale white line. She smiles, takes a towel and wipes her pussy with it. Then she puts on her G-string and walks in the direction of the house. "Are you coming?" she invites over her shoulder.

I hop into Dean's swimming trunks and follow her. The subtle jiggle of her bare breasts as she walks up the steps does not escape me. Neither does the sway of those sun browned hips and buttocks.

I follow her to Dean's bar. "Help yourself." she says. "I'll have a Bacardi." I get behind the bar and pour the drinks while she sit on a bar stool. I can hardly keep my eyes off those perfect tits! Her nipples are now large and relaxed again. We sip our drinks while making small talk, completely at ease with each other.

"Would you mind if I had a quick shower?" she asks suddenly.

"Only if I can join you." I tease.

"Careful, you'll twist my arm right off!" she replies with a naughty wink and walks down the passage with me in hot pursuit. She enters the bedroom and walks into the en suite. Again I follow. She opens the shower door and turns on the taps. She adjusts it until she is happy with the temperature. Then she unceremoniously takes off the G-string, gets into the shower and turns to me. Her firm, wet breasts combined with the sight of her hairless pussy (of which only the top part of her slit is visible in this standing position) causes an immediate stirring in my swimming trunks. I take it of and join her in the shower. I close the door. She glances at my semi erect cock, smiles and squirts a lump of liquid soap into her hand. She looks me in the eye as her hand closes around my dick. She starts to soap my cock and balls thoroughly, focusing mainly on my dickhead. Within second I have another raging hard-on!

I pull her towards me and wash her back with a cake of soap. My hands move down and I soap her firm buttocks. She opens her legs slightly and my hand glides through her legs over her smooth pussy. I start washing it. "Careful! Not too much soap, OK?" she cautions.

"OK." I reply and splash her pussy with the lukewarm shower water. Then I insert my middle finger into her vagina. She is still sopping wit, her vagina still drenched with my cum. She groans as I finger her pussy and the tempo of her hand stroking my dick increases. 

"Wow! Slow down!" I say and pull slightly away from her. I most certainly do not want to shoot my load just yet! I bend down and take her nipple in my mouth while fingering her pussy from the front. Her arms fold around my neck. I lift her left knee so that she stands on one leg. Her pussy is now at the same height as my dick. She gets the message. Her hand closes around my hard dick again and she draws me closer. She places the head of my dick in her wet slit and leans back against the wall. I push forward. Again I enjoy that heavenly sensation as my dick slides into the hot, wet folds of her cunt. She moans softly as I start to fuck her slowly. I hold her one leg in the air to get better access to her cunt. I fuck her harder and faster. I realize that her other leg must be getting tired and let go of her left leg. Immediately my dick slips out of her cunt. She gives me a disappointed look.

I turn her around and she leans forward, away from me. She is significantly shorter than me and I have to bend my knees to line my cock up with the opening of her vagina. I push into her sopping wet cunt again and bury my cock to the hilt. With my hands on her hips I fuck her with long, deep strokes while she leans with her hands against the wall. I move my hands over her wet, slippery breasts. I lift her one leg again to adjust the height and keep ramming my dick into her cunt, realizing that I am going to cum soon.

I withdraw my dick from her cunt and turn her around so that she faces me. I pick her up and her legs fold around my waist. I lower her slowly as she guides my dick into her pussy with one hand. She wraps her arms around my neck while I fuck her, supporting her weight with my hands on her buttocks. I can tell that she is thoroughly enjoying this position. I tilt her backwards so that her back leans against the wall and fuck her hard and deep. Her nails are biting into the flesh of my shoulders and the slight quivering in her lower body tells me that she is on the verge of another orgasm. This time I am ready for her! She cries out as her body begins to convulse rhythmically in the spasms of an intense orgasm. I push her firmly against the wall, my dick fully buried in her vagina. Two more hard, deep strokes and I shoot stream after stream of hot cum into her womb. The sensation is so intense that I feel as if my legs are going to collapse at any minute. I drop her to her feet and hold her for a few minutes.

"Wow..!" she whispers eventually. "My bladder is bursting! Will you excuse me while I quickly go to the loo?" 

"What's wrong with her in the shower?" I ask.

"What? You can't be serious..?" she says, slightly surprised by my suggestion.

"Well, we're both standing under running water and I don't think that a little wee is going to do either of us any harm." I encourage her.

"Gee, I'm not so sure… I've never done anything like that." I can see she is in two minds.

"Neither have I." I reply. And I'm not lying.

I pull her gently towards me, while forcing her legs open with my right knee. Her pussy is now hovering just above my thigh. "OK, let rip!" I encourage her.

"Are you sure about this..?" she asks again.

"One hundred percent." I assure her. She puts her arms around me and then I feel a strong stream of hot, golden piss hit me on the thigh. It is my first ‘water sports' experience and I find it strangely erotic. I lower my hand and let the piss run over my fingers. I open the plump lips of her cunt and pull slightly upwards. The steam of piss now sprays over my dick and balls. Immediately my dick reacts by beginning to rear its head. Then the stream subsides to a trickle and eventually stops. "See? Now was that really that bad?" I ask.

"I suppose not…he answers shyly. But I can tell that she was also turned on by it.

"Well now. Would you believe it? Now I have to take a leak!" I say.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" she says and I feel her tiny hand fold around my semi erect dick. I start pissing and she aims my dick at her thigh. The hot, yellow piss is splashing against it. She lifts my dick so that the stream hits her against her pussy. It is to her as new an experience as it is to me and I can see that she is intrigued by it. She squats and lets the piss spray over her chest and breasts. Then I finish. She looks disappointed.

I draw her to her feet and we start soaping each other. Then we get out of the shower and dry each other. She puts on a pair of skimpy white panties, white shorts and a pink top while I hop into Dean's swimming trunks again. We walk to the dressing room next to the pool and I put on my clothes while she watches. I realize that I will have to leave soon. I certainly do not want to jeopardize our situation.

"I have to go…" I say.

"I wish you could stay longer, but maybe you're right. We shouldn't temp fate…" she replies. She bends down, picks up Dean's trunk, her bikini top and the wet towels and we head towards the house.

At the front door, she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me. "Thanks for a wonderful afternoon!" she says and gives me a hug.

"I should be the one dishing out the thanks, lady!" I reply and kiss her on the cheek.

She walks me to my car. "Now don't be a stranger, OK?" she says as I start the car. "And remember to let us have your account on Monday."

"Will do!" I reply and wave at her as I drive off, totally overwhelmed by the events of the day. It still feels so unreal. I have this sudden urge to drive to the club for a few drinks, but realize that it is basically a given that I will run into Dean and he is the last person on earth I can face right now! I head for home with a zillion questions milling through my brain. Whereto from here…?



My Best Friend's Wife



My name is Alex. I'm an attorney, 4 years out of Princeton law school, working in Boston, MA. I quickly made a name for myself working in corporate law and am expecting to make partner within the next 5 years or so. I am an avid athlete, standing 6'2" tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes. While I've never had a hard time getting dates, I work so much that I really have not had time for a relationship. Currently, I have no girlfriend. I have a few female friends, who are always up for going out on a date, which usually ends up with us naked, sweating, and out of breath, but none of these are exclusive relationships and they are fine with that. My best friend, on the other hand, is happily married. Matt, his wife Sara, and I are usually together, when I'm not at work. We're like the three musketeers. Matt and I were roommates through college. His father is the founding partner of the law firm we work for and he is a big part of the reason I became a lawyer. He and Sara met in college and the three of us spent most of our free time together. When they got married, I was the best man.

Now, Matt is a smart, good looking guy and has always been good to Sara. Of course, as their relationship heated up, I used to have to listen to them fuck in the next room. I say that like it was a bad thing, but the thought of her on top of him riding him like a wild woman on a stallion was enough to get me hard every time. Sara is gorgeous. Long blonde hair, about 5'6", firm yet feminine body, beautiful face, C-cup breasts, and legs that go all the way to the floor. The thing that I always loved about Sara was that she didn't seem to know that she was a hottie. She's so down to earth. Sara became a high school teacher after college and I think it's safe to say that her male students look forward to her class for more than the chemistry lessons. I hate to admit it, but I always had a crush on her. I would never act on it because Matt's my best friend, but Sara doesn't make it easy. She's always walking around the house in her bra and panties. When I protest she says "It's no different than seeing me in a bikini, which you've done a million times Alex." 

That woman definitely knows how to fill them out, bikinis or bras and panties. She knows I have a thing for her. I think she does the whole bra and panty thing as a way of saying that she knows and she likes the fact that I look at her that way. Fortunately, Matt could not be more easy-going. His response to her walking around half naked is "For God's sakes woman, the man hasn't gotten laid in 6 months and you're parading around in your underpants. If you are going to do that, take him in the other room and give him a hand job or something."

He was kidding, of course, but that's the kind of guy he is. Well, Matt and Sara wanted a child. Sara especially wanted one, but after months of trying, nothing was happening. They went to a clinic only to find out that Matt was completely sterile. Needless to say, they were devastated. At first, Matt became depressed. Sara and I both tried to console him, but it was useless. Over time he began to accept his fate and he and Sara started talking about alternatives. They thought about adopting, but neither of them wanted to inherit someone else's baby. They talked about going to a sperm bank, but again, that seemed too impersonal. Then Matt had an idea. I mulled it over for a few months without saying anything. When he brought it up to Sara, she didn't think he was serious at first.

"Matt, honey, you're kidding right?"

"Why not? We want a kid, not just any kid, but a family. Alex is practically part of our family already."

"Ok, so when are you planning on asking him?" Sara asked.

"Well, I'm sure he'll be willing to donate, but, well, I wasn't thinking about going to the clinic."

Confused, Sara gave him a strange look and asked "What do you mean?"

"Well, for one thing, it's so expensive. For another, I don't want my kid to be a test tube baby" Matt said emphatically. 

"So what are you saying Matt?" Sara asked, getting suspicious.

"Why don't you just have sex with him?"

There, he had said it. Sara couldn't believe her ears. Her husband was asking her to have sex with another man. True, it was me, their best friend, but still. She stood there, stunned, unable to speak. Part of her was offended and in shock. Another part of her started thinking about it. "Have sex with Alex" she thought. "With Matt's permission?" Though she had never even thought about going outside her marriage, something about this idea excited her.

A few weeks of intense discussions later, they called me and invited me for dinner. Now, we live in the same neighborhood. Eating dinner together is something we do on a daily basis. I hadn't been invited for dinner since I can remember, so I knew something was up. I rang the doorbell and Sara answered the door. As we always did, she kissed me on the cheek and said come on in. I walked in and went into the living room where Matt was sitting watching the game.

"Hey man, what's up." I said, trying to figure out what was going on. 

"Nothing much, except I think the quarterback has forgotten how to throw that round thing that the center keeps handing to him" he said sarcastically, referring to his struggling favorite team.

Sara came into the room and handed me a beer. "Here ya go sweetie" she said with a big smile.

"Thanks" I said suspiciously. 

We sat down to dinner and my curiosity got the better of me. "What the hell is going on?" I blurted out. 

They looked at each other, then Sara took a deep breath and said "Alex, we want to ask you a favor."

"Ooookaaaay..." I said suspiciously.

"As you know, we've been trying to have a baby for over a year now and you also know that we can't conceive." "We were wondering if you would be willing to help us."

"What did you have in mind?" I asked curiously.

Matt jumped in and said "We want you to impregnate Sara."

"You mean you want me to jerk off into a cup for you so Sara can get pregnant?"

"No Alex, we were thinking you would do it the old fashioned way."

I was stunned. I could not believe that they were asking me to fuck Sara. "Are you sure?" I said in amazement.

"You can say no, Alex. We'll understand." Sara said.

"Why do you want me to do that?" I asked.

Matt looked at me and said "No child of mine is going to be conceived in a test tube. You're like a brother to me and I can't think of anyone I'd rather ask."

"And you're ok with me having sex with your wife?" I asked in amazement.

"Actually, it was my idea" Matt said.

I didn't know how to react. I had mixed emotions about the whole thing. On the one hand, I had always wanted her. On the other hand, they were my best friends and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to go through with it. I told them I'd think about it and I went home with thoughts racing through my head. After a week of thinking about it, I called them and told them I was in.

Sara told me that Matt was going to visit his parents for the weekend so that we could be alone while she was ovulating. She asked me to come over for dinner on Friday and plan on staying the weekend. The week seemed to drag by. I was a mixture of excited and scared. 6 pm Friday finally rolled around and I rang the doorbell at Matt and Sara's house. 

Sara answered the door wearing a form-fitting long black dress with a long slit up one side, her hair was down, she was wearing makeup, black fishnet stockings, and high heels. I nearly passed out. Instead of the usual kiss on the cheek, she gave me a soft kiss on the lips and said "Hey baby, come on in."

We went upstairs and she poured a glass of wine. A delicious meal was already on the table. At first the atmosphere was awkward, for me at least. Sara noticed that I was nervous and reached across the table to touch my hand. 

"Sweetheart, you don't have to be so nervous. I've been looking forward to this and I think you have too. I'm not stupid. I see you look at me. I look at you the same way sometimes. I love Matt and I would never hurt him, but he's really ok with this and I think we should enjoy it."

"I guess you're right" I said. "I just feel like we're committing a crime or something."

Sara thought for a second and said "Well, isn't part of the thrill of committing a crime that you're being bad and getting away with it?" she said with a sexy smirk.

With that, she leaned over and kissed me. For the first time it wasn't the best friend kiss that it always had been. For the first time she kissed me as a woman kissing a man. I felt her lust and longing. The repressed sexual tension of the last 10 years is coming to the surface as she explored the forbidden fruit of my lips and tongue. As she delicately touched her tongue to mine, she let out a soft deep moan. We were both getting turned on. We had wanted each other secretly, yet overtly, for so long and now we had carte blanche to express it.

I decided to be bold. I put my hands on her waist as she wrapped her feminine arms around my neck. We stood up from the table in our embrace, kissing, touching, breathing heavily. We broke our kiss and she smiled a big, beautiful smile at me.

"So, what d'ya say we go make a baby?" she said with a wink.

"Sounds good to me girl" I replied. We went into the bedroom and she excused herself to the bathroom. I got undressed to my boxers, lit some candles around the room, and got onto the bed. A few extremely long minutes later she emerged, still wearing that hot dress. She stood in the doorway of the bathroom with an incredibly sexy, sultry, I'm-gonna-fuck-your-brains-out look on her face. She slowly reached behind her and unzipped her dress. As it slid down her body, she was revealed to me. To my surprise, the stockings she was wearing were actually a body stocking. Her slender, soft, hot body was wrapped in fishnet nylon and nothing else. Her breasts were works of art. They pushed against the sheer material in the most seductive way. Her perfect perky nipples poked through enticingly. Her mound was the pinnacle of femininity. A small strip of hair led down to the lips of her love canal. The body stocking revealed everything while still somehow making her mysterious. There is something about a beautiful woman that is indescribable. Her form in that soft light was angelic. 

She walked over to the bed, and pushed me onto my back. She climbed on top of me and began kissing me hungrily. She kissed down my muscular chest and pushed my boxers out of the way. I lifted my hips to help her reveal my throbbing member. She looked at it for the first time and licked her lips. A quick glance into my eyes told me that she couldn't help herself. We were here to get her pregnant, but her desire to have my cock in her mouth would not be denied. The warm wetness of her mouth engulfed the head and shaft of my manhood. She began bobbing her head up and down, taking the head of my cock into her throat only to pull it out and thrust it back again. As I began to feel my cock begin to quiver, I pulled her off of me, I couldn't cum in her mouth after all, and rolled us over so that I was now above her. 

I kissed her delicious lips and tasted the saltiness of my pre-cum on her tongue. I began to kiss down her neck and delicately licked her nipples through the mesh of her body stocking. Her breathing was heavy and irregular. I kissed my way down her sacred body and found the opening in the crotch of her stocking. I lightly slid my tongue over her beautiful labia and she cooed. She begged me to tongue-fuck her and I was only too happy to oblige. 

She let out a loud throaty grunt as my tongue slid into her vagina. I drove it as deep into her as I could and began to move it as the delicate flesh of her womanhood seemed to suck on it. She was moaning and calling my name while her hands rubbed the back of my head and her breasts. I found her clit and sucked it into my mouth. Plunging two of my fingers into her, I quickly got into a rhythm. She bucked her hips and moaned wildly telling me that she was on the verge. As her breath reached a fever pitch, I felt her pussy lips grip my tongue and my mouth was flooded with her pussy juice. She was coming.

"Oh my Gooooooooooooddddd!!!" she yelled. "That's fucking awesome, yeah, right there baby, fuck me with your mouth, you're making me cum so hard."

I loved it. I was making my best friend's wife go over the edge. She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up to her. "I need you inside me Alex." "Fuck me, please baby.

I didn't need her to ask me twice. We rolled over again and suddenly she was on top. I liked her taking charge. It made me feel good for her to want me this way. As she was about to mount me, she took the straps of her body stocking and pulled them down, exposing her luscious breasts to me. She impaled herself on my hard shaft and we both let out a simultaneous grunt. We were really doing it. I was fucking Sara. 

She started riding me. She was wetter than the Atlantic Ocean and my cock slid easily into her tight pussy. She was bouncing up and down on my cock, moaning with every thrust, while her firm tits jiggled. "Fuck me Alex, yeah, fuck me, oh that feels so good. I've wanted you for so long baby."

As she rode me and picked up the pace, I felt the muscles in her cunt begin to tighten around the base of my shaft and her pussy juices were dripping down my balls. Her screams got louder and I realized that she was going to cum on my cock. She looked me in the eyes and begged "Cum with me baby. Cum inside my pussy."

That was all I could handle. My balls tightened and I shot pulse after pulse of hot semen into her womb. While I was blowing my load into her, she was screaming like one of those hot girls in a horror movie. It was the first time that I had experienced simultaneous orgasm with a woman and it was the hottest experience of my life to date.

She milked my cock until she was sure that she had harvested all of my cum, then leaned forward to lay her head on my chest. "Wow Alex, that was incredible. I've wanted to do that for so long."

"Me too Sara. You're incredible."

We lay there, basking in the moment. We held each other and kissed gently. After about 20 minutes, I felt the blood rushing back into my swollen phallus. "Well hello there!" she said playfully. "Looks like my new friend is ready to play again!"

With that, she slid the body stocking off of her to reveal her glorious body to me completely. She got on her hands and knees and looked at me with determination. "Fuck me from behind Alex. Pump my pussy full of your cum."

I got behind my new lover and guided my now rock hard cock into her woman hole. I grabbed her hips and that firm round ass and began to thrust into her. Her pussy lips sucked my cock into her love canal. We humped like a couple of crazed animals, hard and deep while I grabbed and smacked her ass. Since I had already cum once, I was able to last a lot longer this time. While I fucked her, I slid my thumb into her asshole and she went wild. She came hard at least three times, each time screaming loudly while her body shook violently. Finally, the sight of her bent over in front of me, her perfect tits swinging with every thrust, and the feeling of my cock penetrating her body sent me over the edge. An incredibly powerful orgasm ripped through me as I pumped rope after rope of thick cream into her belly. 

We spent the whole weekend together while Matt was out of town. We fucked all night Friday. Saturday, after sleeping in late, Sara made me breakfast and asked me if I would like to go shopping with her. At first, I was not very keen on the idea, but then she said that she wanted to stop by a lingerie store and a dress shop so she could try on a few things for me. Suddenly I had a whole new outlook on the little outing. We went to a sex shop/lingerie store called Lisa's Lace first. She looked through their extensive collection and picked out a few items. When we left there, we went to a dress store nearby and she tried on about 20 different dresses for me. Each dress seemed sexier than the one before. 

"We're going out tonight baby" she said with a smile and a wink.

"Oh yeah? Where to?" I asked.

"We're going clubbing. I wanna go dancing and be a little wild."

That night, I took a shower and dressed in my finest clubbing attire. I wore a blue silk shirt, a nice pair of slacks, and a really nice pair of Italian shoes. As if she was suddenly shy, Sara locked herself in her bedroom, took a shower, and got ready by herself. 

When she was ready, she stepped out of the bedroom and took my breath away. She was wearing a daringly short, electric blue dress with long sleeves. Her long blonde wavy hair was pulled behind her head and cascaded to her shoulders. She glittered with diamonds, her makeup was beautiful and tasteful, and as she walked, the bottom edges of her black stocking tops were teasingly visible. Her dainty legs and feet were accentuated by a pair of tall black stiletto pumps. It was all I could do to keep from cumming in my pants.

She walked up and gently put her hands on my chest. "You ready to go?" she asked as she leaned in to kiss me.

"You look good enough to eat" is all I could muster.

"Later honey, later. You can eat me later..." she said with a naughty grin.

The club was jumpin'. We got some drinks and found a table. Then my hot date took my hand and led me out on the dance floor. Every man and half of the women in the place were staring at us as we started to dance. She was seducing me on the dance floor. She put her back to me as we started to move and ground her ass into my crotch. She pulled her already short dress up to reveal the tops of her stockings and the tabs of her garter belt as I moved my hands onto her hips. The music pulsed through us as we moved. My cock was so hard it hurt and she knew it. She put her hand up to the side of my face and pushed her ass into my cock even harder. Her brazen sexuality emboldened me. As we danced, I kept one hand on her waist and fondled her braless breast through her dress. I could feel her rigid nipple pushing against my hand. Knowing that I had fucked and was going to fuck her turned me on incredibly. 

Suddenly Sara turned to face me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and straddled my leg while we continued to move to the music. Thank goodness I was wearing black pants because her pussy was dripping wet. She rubbed her clit hard against my thigh. I couldn't believe what was happening. I felt her legs begin to shake and her mouth opened. She was cumming. Her muscle contractions were involuntary and strong. As it subsided she looked me in the eyes and said "Let's go home and make love Alex." 

We made our way to the car and I drove us home. On the way home, she was sitting in the seat next to me touching herself. It was obvious that she was little drunk. She wasn't hammered, just tipsy enough to be uninhibited. She moved over and leaned over my lap. Before I could say anything, she opened my pants and pulled out my cock. I was trying to pay attention to the road, but it was difficult as she started licking the head of my dick and then engulfed it with her warm wet mouth. As she blew me, she licked my cockhead and played with my balls. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked my throbbing pecker. I told her that I was getting close to cumming, thinking she would let go and save it for her vagina, but she responded by sucking harder and faster. I struggled to maintain control of the car as I coated the back of her throat with love juice. She swallowed furiously and greedily took all I could give her. When my orgasm subsided, she made sure she cleaned my cock well, then tucked it back in my pants.

When we got home, we rushed to the front door and she hurriedly unlocked it. We stepped inside and attacked each other. We became a tangle of arms, legs, lips, tongues, and hands. I picked her up and took her upstairs kissing her the whole way. We tumbled onto the bed and she sat up on top of me. She ripped off her dress to reveal a cupless, sheer, black lace teddy that she wore underneath. The garter belt was actually built into the teddy and her clit poked out of the open crotch. "Make love to me Alex" she said lustfully.




My Best Friend's Wife



We rolled over so that I was on top of her and I penetrated her to the hilt. Our lovemaking that night was miraculous. I came in the depths of her so many times, more times than I thought myself capable. I flooded her womb with surge upon surge of my hot, creamy sperm. In the morning we woke, naked, sore, and incredibly happy. At the same time, we both knew that our affair was over. Matt would be back that day. She kissed me softly and whispered "Thank you."

"Thank you? You gave me the most incredible weekend of sex of my life and you're thanking me?"

"I'm pregnant Alex, I just know it. We made a baby this weekend."

"Well, if we didn't, it wasn't for lack of trying" I laughed.

Matt got home later that day. When he walked in the door, Sara came running and threw her arms around him. "Hi baby!" she said gleefully.

They hugged and kissed and Matt reached out and touched her belly. "So do we have a bun in the oven?" he asked. 

"I think we might," she said excitedly.

"How's Alex?" asked Matt.

"I think he's ok, but I think he feels a little awkward. I think he's afraid of seeing you."

"Why?" asked Matt concerned.

"Well, if you just fucked your best friend's wife, you'd probably have a hard time looking him in the eye" she replied.

"That's silly. I'm really fine with this. Honestly, I'm kind of turned on by the idea. If it didn't take this time, I might have to stick around for the next session and watch" Matt said with a smile.

"Matt!!!" Sara exclaimed in shock.

I stayed away for about 2 weeks; but, eventually I would have to see him again. 

To my surprise, he came up to me and gave me a big hug. "Hey man" he said. "Good to see you. I was beginning to think you were mad at me or something."

"Mad at you?!? I thought you were going to be mad at me!" I said with a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry Alex, I'm fine. In fact, Sara and I have had several long talks about it. She told me all about your little weekend together and the only thing that makes me jealous is that I wasn't around to see it."

Before I could reply, Sara appeared in the doorway wearing a sexy satin nightie, white lace-top stockings and a string of pearls. She was holding something in her hand and had an ear-to-ear grin on her face. 

Matt leaned over and said "She said you really liked her lingerie." I gave him a wide eyed look and he said "Sara and I wanted to celebrate with the man of the hour."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, shaking a little.

Sara stepped close to me with a beautiful smile and said "I'm pregnant."

A big smile washed over my face. "That's wonderful!" I said, giving her a big hug. She hugged me back, then pulled Matt over to us so the three of us were holding each other.

Sara looked at Matt, then looked at me and said "so, are you two gonna stand there all night or are you gonna fuck the mom-to-be?"

Then it dawned on me, they wanted to have a three way. She took each of us by the hand and led us down the hall toward the bedroom, but that's another story...



My Best Friend's Wife



I live in a condo complex with about a dozen units and a great pool and exercise facility. I'm single, thirty years old, and have a good job with one of the top airlines. A close friend and former college buddy is a pilot with the same airline and he and his wife Renee live just a couple of doors down from me. Renee is twenty-six and a real beauty. Sam and Renee have been happily married for three years. When she's at the pool in her bikini it's hard for me to take my eyes off of her, but as my buddy's wife I can't even think about that body -- at least I shouldn't think about that body. Sam is a copilot with a lot of hours and gets his share of international flights, mostly to Europe, so he's gone several times a month for three or four days at a time. 

About three months ago I was coming home about ten or eleven one night and I saw Renee's car drive out of the parking lot. Sam had just left that day on a flight to Paris. I didn't think much about it until early the next morning when I saw her car was not back in the lot. Perhaps she was up to something with some guy, but their marriage seemed so solid I had trouble believing that. Being interested in her myself and curious about that night away from home, I began to watch her closely when Sam was out of town.

The first thing I noticed was that she always went out the first night he was away. That was the night he was flying the Atlantic all night and could not make a phone call home. The next time Sam left on a flight I waited in my car down the street a block or so. Sure enough, her car passed me and I followed her. She drove to a high-end motel near the airport that was frequented by a large number of traveling businessmen. There was a real nice bar and I followed her into it. Keeping out of sight, I watched her. She was wearing a sexy outfit and was sitting at the bar, barely sipping her drink. From time to time a guy would sit next to her and they would have a brief conversation. Then the guy would walk away. Finally one guy stayed and they talked for almost an hour. Then they left together and I followed them to the elevator. They went upstairs and I went home. The next morning she drove into the parking lot about eight o'clock. 

I started keeping a log on her activities. Her pattern was consistent. She went to the same motel on the night of Sam's overseas flight. At the bar she talked with several guys before selecting one to go upstairs with. On two occasions she did not go upstairs with any guy, but drove back home. I kept a written log of her activities for three months, during which time I figured she had fucked almost a dozen guys. This was the exact pattern of a hooker, but somehow I knew that Renee was not a hooker. It was time to confront her. So the next time Sam left for an overseas flight, I took a day off and dropped in on her shortly after noon.

"Hi Renee. Did Sam get off for Paris this morning?"

"Yeah, he's on his way." She invited me into the living room and we sat down.

"I wanted to catch you before you went out tonight so we could talk."

She gave me a funny look. "Went out?"

I did not answer but stood up, walked over to her, and handed her my log of her activities for the past three months. She looked puzzled. Then she started to read it. After a couple of minutes she looked up at me with a frightened look on her face, then dove back into it again and read it carefully to the end. When she finished, tears were running down her cheeks.

"What are you going to do?" She was crying quietly and dabbing her cheeks with a tiny blue handkerchief that she had taken out of her purse.

"I'm going to listen to your explanation," I said.

"I can't tell you!" She said quickly. "I just can't tell you."

"Then I give this log to Sam."

I'm sure she believed I would do that because she knew Sam and I had been friends since college. She sat for over a minute, silently, looking off into space. I could tell she was trying to figure out what to do. I didn't see that she had a choice. Then she looked at me.

"You can't tell Sam. Our marriage would be finished. If you promise not to tell him, I'll tell you what I'm doing."

"You're not in a position to be extracting promises from me. Tell me what you're doing."

"Okay, but please don't tell him. Sam is the love of my life. I was lucky to find him and I am happy with our life together. It's perfect except for one thing. Please don't tell him this. Please! When we make love he has his orgasm in just a few minutes and then gets soft before I am satisfied. We went to the doctor and he had us try several things. He told me privately that he had done all that he could do. So when Sam got a little bit better and lasted a little longer, I pretended to have orgasms right after he did. But I was not satisfied and I ended up using my vibrator a lot, which is not the same as sex with a man."

She continued. "Now before I met Sam I had been with a couple of guys in college and I knew I could come if the guy lasted long enough. I didn't have sex with Sam before we got married, so I didn't know about his problem. Then one night about a year ago I had gone to the airport to pick up Sam. I was sitting in the motel bar when Sam called my cell and said there was an equipment problem and he would not get back till the next morning. Two guys had already hit on me and a third made another try. He looked nice so we talked and one thing led to another and I went upstairs with him and, well ... you know. Anyway, I had an orgasm with that guy and it was the first orgasm that I had had with a man since college. That's how it got started. Then each time I knew Sam was going to fly I would get this strong need for sex starting days before he left and driving me crazy the day he left. So, for almost a year I've been going out to that motel the night Sam is flying the Atlantic -- when I know he can't call home." 

That's quite a story, I thought, and it's probably true. But if she needs to get laid I can take care of that very nicely. I'd been thinking about her for a long time. No harm in trying. So I made the offer.

"Renee, let me make a suggestion. Why don't we put on our suits and spend the afternoon at the pool. I have a couple of steaks in the fridge and a bottle of good Bordeaux. I'll grill those steaks, we can have dinner, and put on some soft music and dance. Then you can get what you need right at home and not have to drive across town for it. And I'll just forget about that activity log I've been keeping."

She looked me straight in the eye. "What about Sam?"

"Sam will never know a thing."

"I love him, you know. There can never be anything between you and me."

"Renee, I guarantee that there will only be one thing between you and me."

She laughed. She actually laughed and looked relieved. "I have been so afraid of getting caught or bringing some damn disease home. This is actually the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. I'll put my suit on and meet you at the pool."

"Make it your smallest suit."

It was. It was the smallest bikini I had ever seen her wear. And it was white. When it got wet I could see a pair of beautiful nipples and a big hairy beaver. We didn't do anything but talk at the pool, but it was a fun afternoon in the sun. I enjoyed looking at her body and thinking about what was going to happen. After the pool we got into a couple of big white fluffy robes with nothing underneath. It was hard to keep my attention on grilling the steaks. Then a couple of Glenlivets and a candle light dinner followed. We had a wonderful evening that I will remember for a long time.

That first time I fucked Renee, I realized she was an extraordinary sexual creature. We had been drinking and had a smoke, so we were relaxed. From the moment we put on our robes after an afternoon in the sun, we both started to think about sex. You can't be naked under a robe and not think about sex. Renee was horny as hell because she had been thinking about this night for several days -- she just didn't expect it to be me. 

We put on some soft music and started dancing in our robes. It didn't take me long. I got this raging hard-on. When we danced apart I showed it to her, by letting it come out of my robe. My cock was sticking out straight and bouncing up and down as I danced. She stared at it. I was surprised at how long she watched it bouncing as I moved. This was the first time she had seen it. But not the last -- not the last by a damn site!

Anyway, she took her time looking at it. I can still remember that moment exactly in my mind. My robe was open and my cock was sticking straight out and bouncing up and down as I danced and Renee was staring at it, fascinated. Then she dropped to her knees and started to suck it. Her mouth was hot and her tongue swirled teasingly around the head of my cock. After a few minutes, I pulled her to her feet and, stripped off her robe, and mine. 

Then, I laid her down on the rug on her back, naked, and watched hungrily as she spread her legs. And, there, was that big, beautiful, hairy, beaver covering a wet pussy -- wet and ready! I had dreamed about Renee's body for a very long time and this was the first time I had seen her naked -- but the only thing I saw at that moment was her wet, ready, available, pussy! I couldn't wait and neither could she. I dropped down between her legs and shoved in my cock. She was hot, soft, and receptive. She relaxed her pussy, lifted-up her ass, and ground that curly hairy beaver up, against-me. I shoved my cock deep inside her -- and she moaned and grabbed my hips to pull me even closer. She lifted up tighter against me, and embraced me with her thighs. Then, as I pulled back from that first thrust, she tightened her pussy squeezing my cock tightly as she dropped her ass. Her muscles were strong, like her pussy was grabbing my cock and, milking it down. Those muscles proved she had done her Kegel exercises diligently. 

With each thrust she relaxed her pussy, lifted up her ass, and took me deep, grinding that hairy beaver into me. Then, as I pulled back, she tightened her pussy, dropped her ass and milked down my cock. In and out - relax and tighten. Pumping her ass in perfect rhythm. Our bodies slapped noisily together. We were both sweating after a couple of minutes. I didn't think about it till later but she was so damn good with that pussy -- no wonder Sam had trouble holding his load. But if I ever needed to fuck her and not come too soon this was the time.

After about five minutes of fucking like newly weds, her face lost the look of concentration. She started looking at something on the ceiling. The pumping of her hips changed and she just lifted her pussy up to me and held it there as if she were waiting for something. I pumped her harder. Her head tilted back, her eyes glazed over and then closed tight, and her body started to tremble. I felt her finger nails clutch my back and then I felt her pussy contracting on my dick and her hips started pumping frantically. She had a long, escalating, and gratifying orgasm, grunting huskily with each contraction. I could feel and hear the juices in her pussy as I continued to pound her. Her contractions were the strongest I have ever felt in any pussy -- and I have fucked a lot of pussies.

When she was finished she looked up at me and started to watch my face again and her hips resumed the regular pumping. Damn! That pussy was milking my dick like a strong hand. I felt my own orgasm approaching and as it did I could feel my balls lifting up high and tight in my scrotum. She saw the change in my face! I quickened my stroke, as my orgasm got closer, and she pumped faster matching my rhythm and milking my cock with that tight pussy. Then, suddenly, she smiled. It was a great big smile, with her eyes lighting up. She relaxed her pussy, spread her thighs wide, and laid back to take my load deep - just as I started to pump it. She had seen my orgasm in my face even before I felt it. I pumped my load and collapsed on her sweating body -- drained - panting -- resting with her. 

Both of us had worked hard. The last thing I remember was that big grin of success on her face just before I started to come. She enjoyed watching me work for my orgasm. She had never seen that with Sam. Sam didn't need to work for it because he always came before either of them wanted him to. She held me close, my cock growing soft inside her. 

"That you," she said. "That was wonderful. It was the best I've ever had."

"You've done your Kegels," I said. 

She laughed. "You could tell?"

"I could tell baby. I thought you were going to crush my dick."

"Too strong?" She looked disappointed.

"I'm kidding! No, not too strong. Just about the best I ever felt."

"You're not kidding me?"

I shook my head. "No. You're the best fuck I ever had."

"Oh come on. I know you're kidding me now. How many women have you had?"

"A couple of dozen." I said. "And you're the best. You knew I was going to come before I did."

"It was so nice to know I didn't have to worry that you'd come first. I just fucked you hard the way I like and enjoyed it. And then, after you brought me off, I was so relaxed that I could just lay back and enjoy fucking until you came. Watching your face and helping you was the most fun of all. God! How I enjoyed watching you work for it! Watching your face as you got closer and closer. That turned me on so much I got to thinking about coming again." 

She looked so happy and relaxed. "What are you thinking?" I asked.

"I'm just lying here thinking what a great fuck you are and how we're gonna do it again in a few minutes and then again and again in the next three days. Then I'm going to welcome the man I love home again and fuck him without any worry about me not being able to come with him. I'll just watch him have his fun and show him a good time. Then in a week or so when I need to get fucked again I'll know you're there for me. And I'll know that I'm safe because nobody's gonna see me hanging out in that damn bar like a hooker and I'm not going to end up with herpes or something worse." 

She looked up at me and smiled. "What are you thinking?"

"I not thinking, I'm hoping. I'm hoping you keep doing your Kegels."

She laughed and, pulling me on top of her, she said, "Kegels are better when there's something to squeeze."

I gave her something to squeeze. 

That's how it happened the first time. After that, I fucked her for three or four days several times each month when Sam was flying. We were careful that no one saw us together too much. Renee stayed in love with Sam, and Sam stayed my best friend. But what a pussy Renee had! Damn! What a pussy! She was an absolutely fantastic piece of ass!



My Best Friend's Wife



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A short little vignette, inspired by an actual event. Enjoy.
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Shot down again.

Things were definitely not going my way. Since the last Christmas Party, I'd dated four different girls, two from work, two setup by friends, and with the latest brush-off I was 0-4. I was beginning to forget what real sex was like. 

I'd never had that much trouble, but my new job with its clearances and classified projects had me working under situations anything BUT conducive to romantic efforts. Endless overtime hours, long, sudden work trips, to places you can't talk about, and the effort to keep up with an extremely dynamic and dangerous situation left me little time for lovin'. 

Don't get me wrong. I absolutely LOVE my job. How many jobs are there where you can really feel you are making a difference? But I needed more than work. Hell, I was only 24; I should be out sowing my oats. Not hiding away in a huge vault.

My friends were doing their best. My buddy Mark, who'd I'd known for years had twice now tried to hook me up. The first was an absolute disaster, but his wife Janet's latest friend had seemed like she might actually work out. She was very young; it's true. Just 18 and barely out of high-school, she was pretty, friendly, and we'd actually managed to go out for over 8 weeks. 

But the damned girl's legs seemed to be super-glued together. It had taken four weeks just to get inside her shirt, and after six weeks, I'd gotten my rocks off for the first time in a long time through someone else's effort. But my pressure to get to the next phase in our relationship seemed to have backfired, and I felt I was on the verge of getting my walking papers.

On the other hand, a guy with a good stable job, little time for hobbies, and no love life to speak of, has other things he can do. In my case, I'd finally gotten fed up with renting a room in somebody else's house, and had made the move to buy my own place. Tiny and decrepit it may have been, but it was going to be mine.

I headed over to Mark & Janet's place, looking to cry in my beer with at least a little sympathy, and share the news about my new digs. I had to tell someone. They were my best friends, lived a little more than a mile away, and always had a well-stocked beer frig.

Janet met me at the door and greeted me with a hug and an unexpected kiss on the lips. I could taste the alcohol on her breath, and I could tell she and Mark had probably had a couple of beers beside the pool. They had just opened it for the spring. I had shared more than a few of those beers with them on past pool weekends.

"Mark's downstairs, you know the way." She turned me in the general direction, with a pat on the rear to get me going.

I looked up from the entrance pad of their split level, as she headed back to the kitchen. It appeared that she and the girls were doing a little baking, from the ruckus I heard above, and from the smell wafting down the stairs. Her bikini was hanging out to dry on the stair rail, confirming my guess about the pool.

She looked good, as she usually did, sauntering up the stairs. She was wearing an over-sized T-shirt that came halfway down her thighs, and unless my guess was wrong, not much else. She knew I was watching her every step, and gave her ass a little wiggle at the top of the steps.

I often teased her about how hot she was. We had joked more than once about how if anything ever happened to Mark, I'd be responsible for taking care of her and the kids. With a dozen beers in me I'd told her I was looking forward to taking care of her - she'd walk bow-legged for a month. The sight of her in that over-sized tee was even more exciting than usual, with my current batting streak. It was almost sheer against the light pouring in from above, and I felt a very inappropriate response down below.

Mark was in the rec room watching TV. "What's up, bud?" he asked as I appeared on the stairs. His outfit, boxers and a bathrobe, had me guessing they'd just gotten back inside.

I didn't want to jump into my latest sob story, so I started with the only good news. He'd known I was looking at the place, and was concerned with my purchasing a fixer-upper, but the price was certainly right, and I did have a lot of free time.

"That's cool. You know you can count on me for help, as long as I don't have to actually do anything," he grinned. "And of course, any tools you need, you can help yourself too. It's a big step. Shall we celebrate - you want a beer?" I knew from past experience that meant a Bud long-neck.

"Sure, that'd be great." 

"JANET - COME HERE WHEN YOU GET A CHANCE, AND BRING BEER!" he shouted up the stairs.

I could only laugh. 

A short while later she was coming down the stairs and the girls were traipsing behind her, each carrying an open bottle.

The little one, Julie, brought me mine, and I listened to their busy little day, which included heading out with the neighbor's kids to catch the latest Disney release. Janet ran them next store, and joined us downstairs a few minutes later, working on her own beer. My earlier observations were confirmed - the girl was definitely tipsy.

She dropped in the chair opposite us, and crossed her legs under herself, indian-style. Her T-shirt crawled up her thighs, and I got a pretty solid confirmation that I was right. She was wearing nothing under that tee. Catching me in my appreciative stare, she gave me a strange little look, almost questioning, and then pulled her shirt out and over her knees, making a big tent out of the front.

"So?" she asked.

"He did it." Mark told her.

"WHAT? Don't tell me you finally scored with Lori!" she almost shouted, hopping up on her knees. Her shirt pulled off her knees and snapped back almost up to her waist, before settling down over her legs. Yep. No underwear, and she had shaved her bikini line recently. The image was burned in my mind, like spots after looking at the sun.

I was so hard it almost hurt. I placed a pillow in my lap, trying to conceal the evidence. Subtle. "No, that's turning out to be mission impossible, although I did get inside her shirt finally. How does a girl these days get out of high-school with her cherry intact, looking like that?"

Janet answered that one. "Too many activities, no time for dating. Morning ice skating, school all day, afternoon gymnastics, skating at night. I don't know how she did it all those years. She still skates at least an hour a day."

"He bought that old dump he's been looking at." Mark interjected, getting the discussion back on subject.

"That's great, Alex! Welcome to the brotherhood of home owners. Finally, a place of your own. That might help with your other little problem as well!" she enthused, getting off the chair and settling down in my lap after tossing the pillow aside. One knee to the outside of each of my thighs, straddling me, my imagination went wild over the thought of her bare pussy pressed against my crotch. "You deserve a real congratulation for this big step!" She put her arms around my neck, and gave me a big sloppy kiss. I mean a really big kiss. The biggest she had ever given me. And right there in front of Mark. 

We would often kiss hello and goodbye, and every now and then the kisses would be a little more than I would expect, a little lingering, a darting tongue, but not like this. Her eyes were closed, she was pressing her chest against mine, and her tongue was halfway down my throat. A few seconds into the action, she was shifting in my lap, her t-shirt gathered around her, rubbing her bare pussy up and down the length of my hard-on.

"Hey! None of that unless I'm getting some," Mark said, in a surprisingly tolerant tone.

Janet let the kiss linger for a few more seconds, then pulled her lips off mine with a last swipe of her tongue. She placed her hand under herself, directly on my swollen cock, and used it to help herself climb off me. She moved across the couch, crawling away from me, her rear end teasingly exposed to my view. Next to Mark, she turned, and lifted her shirt bottom above her waist so she could plant her bare ass in Mark's lap, who was obviously sporting a hard-on now as well. She settled with a smile, letting the shirt edge drop, and hiding that delicious view.

I watched her wiggle a little, before turning at the waist and giving Mark a kiss even longer and wetter than the one I'd received.

Coming up for air several seconds later, she looked back and forth between us and said, "You know, I can't really tell who was more excited. Makes a girl feel good, to know a couple of studs can still get hard over her." Her naughty grin made me want to fuck her there, right in front of her husband.

"You can be such a nasty thing. Leave the poor guy alone! You get him all worked up like that, and now what's he's supposed to do? Huh?" Mark was laughing, but his hand was between her legs, under her shirt, and I could smell her excitement from five feet away.

"If you'd go out and get us some more beer, I'm sure that I could solve that problem for him before you were even back." She teased, rocking back and forth in his lap.

We'd joked and teased a lot in the past, but never this blatantly. I'd seen glimpses of her body in the past, but never this openly. I was sweating and wondering just how far this might go.

"No way! I'm staying. Now tell us more about the place, Alex." Mark settled back, his hands extended across the back of the couch.

I told him what the current condition was, and how I planned to fix it up. During my discussion of the inspection, Janet leaned forward toward me, lifting her butt off of Mark. He settled further down on the couch, his butt sliding forward almost to the edge of the couch. I couldn't see what was going on, but I would have guessed he was drawing his cock out the fly of his boxers, and I was pretty sure he was getting ready to put it to her right there. 

Janet caught me looking down the open neck of her shirt as she leaned over, and with a smirk, leaned even farther, and pulled the neck down to make sure I got a good view of her breasts. Then she was easing back into Mark's lap, under his guidance, and once she was settled back down, with a little squirm, I had no doubt he was fucking her with me only a few feet away.

"Whatever you do, you know you can count on my help," Mark told me breathlessly.

"OUR help," Janet insisted. "Anything, we can do, anything, anything at all. Just ask."

"I may take you up on that. I haven't taken possession yet, but as soon as I do, I have a ton of work ahead of me." I told them both. "Drywall repair, new lights, guest bath plumbing. And that's just so I can get to the real work."

"Just let me know when, and I'll rally the forces." Mark said, his hips now perceptibly moving underneath his hot wife.

"Whatever you need Alex. Just let me know what you need from me, and I'll be happy to do whatever it takes to help with anything...hard." Janet told me, her eyes staring directly into mine, as she rocked back and forth on her husband's prick.

I'm not sure if I imagined the pause, but I could swear she just offered me an awful lot.

Suddenly the time hit me. I had only meant to stop by for a couple of minutes, and it turned out I'd been there nearly an hour. "Oh shit, I do have to get out of here. I have to meet some friends shortly and still have to hit the store. I gotta run."  

"You know your way out, hope you don't mind if we don't escort you to the door," Mark answered.

Janet added, "That's too bad you've got to go. Let us know what you need from us. Now come here and give me a kiss goodbye, fellow homeowner." She reached her arms out to me.

I turned back from the bottom of the stairs and walked back to her. She'd been sitting sideways on Mark's lap but now she turned so she was facing away from him, and in what had to be a deliberate move, she lifted the bottom of her shirt up to her waist and spread her legs, so I could see Mark's thick cock penetrating her as I approached. She looked down below my belt, where a wet spot at the end of a big lump left no doubt as to my aroused condition. She looked back up to my face, and gave her lips a little lick, followed by a wicked smile.

I leaned over to give her a peck, but she pulled me forward by the neck and gave me another deep kiss. This time her big brown eyes never closed, and she stared deeply into mine the whole time. Throughout the kiss I could feel each thrust of Mark's echoed through her body. Unconsciously, my tongue was reacting to the action, and thrusting into her mouth in tune to her husband's thrusts. Finally, she slowly pulled my face away from hers, her eyes still looking intensely into mine. 

"Too bad you gotta go, Alex. I really wish you could stay." She said with a small laugh, and pushed me away toward the stairs.

I looked back from the first step. She was leaning back along Mark's body, and he was whispering into her ear. Her laughter haunted me all the way to the door.

With one hand on the door knob, I stopped. That was beyond teasing. I had to believe it was an invitation.

I turned back down the stairs, and reentered the rec room, closing the door to the stairs behind me.

"You know, after thinking about it, I'm not really in that big a hurry." I told my friends who were still going at it. Janet was still straddling Mark, bouncing up and down in his lap.

My words seemed to catch them by surprise, and Janet stopped her motion, settling back down with a wiggle. "Oh really? Care to come over here and tell me what changed your mind?"

"Maybe I can show you."

"I think we'd both like to see that. Wouldn't you agree, Mark?"

Mark laughed, "It's about time."

With the implicit invitation, I walked over to stand directly in front of Janet, and started unbuckling my belt. When she reached forward to help, I knew I'd made the right decision. I also knew I'd made the right decision when I'd left the house commando. As my pants dropped to my ankles, my cock sprang out raring to go. 

Janet stood, pulling off of Mark's angry red cock, and came into my arms. I leaned down to kiss her but she had other ideas. She turned with me, and leaned into me, knocking me off balance so that I fell back onto the couch. She quickly climbed into my lap, sitting with her wet pussy pressed against my cock, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me like her life depended on it.

When our lips separated, I looked over to see Mark reclining, his hand idly stroking his cock while he sipped on his beer. 

"I'm glad you decided to come back," Janet whispered in my ear. "I'm dying to taste you."

She eased back off of my lap onto her knees in front of me. She leaned forward and without any more preliminaries, set about sucking me with a fierceness that shocked me. 

Mark passed me a beer. "Let me tell you about this fantasy of hers," he started, while I took a sip. "Wild Thing, here, has been talking about being with two men at the same time for at least three years now. Every time we tried to set you up, I would tease her that it would just be easier for everyone if she just took care of your needs. I've had her screaming out your name on more than one occasion, so you've got some work to live up to."

I smiled, brushing back her hair so I could see her pretty face with my hard cock disappearing into her mouth. "Let me tell you. I've fantasized about your hot little wife so many times, I've named blisters on my palms after her."

That caused me a bit of trouble, when Janet spit out my cock, snorting. "Don't make me laugh, you bastard. After making me wait this long, the least you could do is have a little respect!"

With a chuckle, I got off the couch and pushed her onto her back, diving between her legs. "I have to have just a little taste," I explained, before I buried my tongue in her moist opening. 

She wiggled against me, "Just a taste, Ok? Then I'm going to suck your brains out through your cock." She reached down and tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me tighter against her. While I licked my best friend's wife, I looked up to see him kneel beside her head, and feed her his cock. She took him deep, while I teased her clit and wiggled two fingers into her steaming slit.

"That's one fantasy down," Mark advised me. "I think this is going to be at least a three star day."

I was getting the response I was hoping for, feeling her twitching below me, her stomach muscles clenching in front of my eyes. I sucked on her little fold of skin, my tongue teasing her swollen bud free. I drove my tongue into overdrive, working over her clit, while my fingers, three now, pounded into her hot little pussy. Janet's legs suddenly slammed shut on my head, squeezing tight, while she came on my tongue.

"Dude! That was amazing! I swear it takes me a good 10 minutes to get her off like that." Mark laughed, as her legs finally relaxed enough for me to give her a couple of soft parting licks before backing off. 

Janet pushed Mark away, and sat up. "Jesus, that was nice!" Then she crawled over and pushed me back positioning herself sideways to me, her mouth quickly enveloping my cock again. I reached over and tugged her shirt up so I could reach her tits, while I watched my cock fill her pretty face once more. 

Mark sidled up behind her, and once more entered her. He screwed her slowly and easily, while she used her hands and mouth to do wonderful, naughty things to me. 

"That's two," Mark told me with a wink.

I closed my eyes, leaned back and enjoyed the incredible job she was doing. "Fuck, Mark, she's amazing," I finally gasped.

"Don't hold back, bud, just give it to her," he told me, holding her hips while he continued to plumb her depths. 

"I'm close, Janet, so close," I moaned, which seemed to only encourage her to pump me faster.

"So is she, buddy, so is she," Mark offered.

She backed off a little, sucking the top of my cock, while her hand stroked me feverishly. With a groan I thrust up into her face, unloading, filling her wonderful mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, sucking me, and I felt her whole body tremble as she came from being used at both ends.

She pulled away gasping, "Shit, you cum a lot!"

"No girlfriend, remember? At least none that puts out," I reminded her.

"Fuck them. I'm your girlfriend now, and I promise, I'm a sure thing," she said, resting her head on my stomach, while Mark plugged her.

"Mark, can you go get some lube?" She asked her husband, while I stroked her hair and looked down at the woman who'd just blown my mind.

"Your wish is my command," he told her, giving her substantial ass a smack before standing up and pulling on his shorts. 

Before he'd even made it to the door, she was back to working on my cock; a woman on a mission.

"You have the most amazing mouth," I told her, feeling the steel slowly return to my rod.

She stroked me with her hand while she answered. "So I've been told. I'm going to try to make sure that you get plenty of opportunities to confirm that."

The constant reminders that this wasn't just a one time thing helped to get me even harder.

"Let's move you to the couch before I ride you, cowboy." She told me, standing up and patting the seat beside her.

I did as she asked, stretching out on the couch. She tossed the back pillows to the side, and straddled me, guiding my new erection into her.

"Fuck, I've died and gone to heaven," I told her.

"Now that would be a shame," she giggled. "If you died you'd miss out on so many more games we can play." Then she lay down on me and kissed me while I filled my hands with her full ass cheeks, pulling her up and down on my cock.

"God, you are thick. You feel so good in me," she gasped, rocking back and forth on my cock. 

I heard the door to the rec room close, and looked over to see Mark walking our way.




My Best Friend's Wife



"Hold her still a moment," he told me. 

I stopped my motion, and held her. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Next time, I might even try to let you take the back door."

She groaned then, and I felt her body shiver as Mark lubed her ass up. There was a bit of maneuvering of legs for a moment, and I felt his legs press against the outside of mine. 

"Oh FUCK that's tight," Janet moaned, and then I felt her starting to move back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her, feeling Mark's rod pressing back and forth against mine, separated by the thin flesh inside of her.

I was thrusting up with my hips, feeling the cold air against the exposed part of my cock, as I fucked her with the few inches I could fit inside of her. Mark on the other hand was fucking her hard. She was moaning almost continuously as we double-teamed her. 

I popped out of her, and she cried out, reaching back to pull me back in. Before she could, Mark pulled out and I felt him lift her off of me. Once I sat up, he was leaning back in the couch, and she was sitting in his lap, facing me, his cock completely buried in her ass. She opened her legs wide in invitation.

This was a new game for me, but I did manage to find a place to put my legs before I entered her. I had lots of wiggle room now, and I fucked her hard and deep while her husband held her tight against his body.

"That's definitely fantasy number three," he told me. "Fuck her brains out."

I did what I could, hammering away at her for all I was worth, until I had her coming on my cock, with Mark's staff buried in her ass. Watching her lose it was too damned exciting and pushed me over the edge, blowing my load inside of her, thrusting in as far and as deep as I was able.

"Don't stop," Mark gasped, and I continued pumping her as my cock slowly deflated, but not before we pushed Mark over the edge, groaning as he filled her ass.

I eased my cock out of her and leaned back over the far end of the couch, looking at the husband wife tandem as he whispered to her.

She climbed off of his cock, leaned forward and stretched out alongside me, her legs clasping one of mine, her head in the crook of my neck.

"That was so amazing. Really. I've never felt so thoroughly used," she sighed, kissing my neck and cheek. I turned to capture her mouth with mine.

Our tongues played together for a few moments, and I contemplated whether I'd be able to squeeze out one more hard-on for her.

"We put the kids down at 9:30," she told me, reaching her hand down to gently stroke my cock. "What time can you be back here?"

"Back? It'll take wild horses to get me out of here," I told her.

"What about the meeting with your friends?" She reminded me.

"I'd say fuck'em, but the only friend I'm fucking today, is my best friend's gorgeous, hot wife."

"Anyone I know?" Mark asked, teasing.

"Asshole." Janet, griped.

"Been there, done that," he laughed, smacking her well used rear.

"Keep it up, buddy, see where it gets you," she growled in mock anger.

"Oh, I think if I could keep it up, I know exactly where it would get me." He stood. "Who else needs a beer?"

I raised my free hand, while my other one fondled my new girlfriend's breast.

She cuddled tighter, reaching down for my cock. "The old man's one-and-done, he won't be up for another round for a while. How are you feeling?"

"I think I could go another round," I told her lifting her lips to mine. 

"What will it take? I'd kind of like to see what you'd be like in my ass. Go for the whole trifecta," she said softly, with a teasing glint in her eye.

"Trifecta?"

"You've finished in my mouth; you've finished in my twat. There's one more hole waiting to be filled. You wanna play?"

I was already starting to respond to her offer, and when I showed her how she was affecting me, she decided to speed up the response, and brought her mouth back into action. This time I just sat back and let her have her way, showing off her skills, spending several minutes sucking, getting me hard and ready.

When she backed away and reclined on the couch, I took the hint and climbed aboard, lifting her legs high and wide, so I could plow her seriously. God, it felt good to saw in and out of her. I felt God-like, so strong, so in control, so elemental. I looked down to where my thick rod entered her, watching the motion, pulling out until the head just barely parted her lips, pushing back in until our pubic bones ground together. 

Mark had returned with the beers, and he settled in next to us, in his armchair. 

"Dude, you're spoiling her, you don't want her thinking it's going to be like this all the time, do ya?" 

"All the time?" I gasped as I long-stroked her.

"You don't think this is a one-time thing, do ya? What kind of person would that make her? We figured once we brought you in, it'd be kind of a regular thing, right baby?" Mark said, moving over to the side of his moaning wife, stroking her hair. 

"All...the fucking...time," she groaned in time to pounding.

I slowed down, eased out and reached for her, "Ready for phase 3?" 

She only took a few seconds to get on her hands and knees, leaning over the couch arm. "Mark, you got that lube?" she asked.

Mark reached out the end-table and tossed me the bottle. I gave a quick squirt into my palm, greased up my cock, and put the swollen purple head knockin' at her back door. She reached back and spread her cheeks for me. I pushed against the resistance, nudging my hips forward while guiding with my hand. When I finally started to make headway, I gave a stronger thrust and was rewarded with my cock sliding a couple of inches into her tight ass.

"Damn, that's big," she moaned.

It took a bit of work, but within a couple of minutes I was driving my cock in and out of her tight back-door, giving her the entire length. It was an incredible feeling. "Janet, you have the most amazing ass," I told her, picking up the pace now that it was getting easier.

Mark had his pecker back out, and was pushing it into his wife's face, from the end of the couch. "That is so damned hot."

Janet's loud moans changed in tone as her husband filled her mouth while I filled her from the opposite end. My rhythm was off, as she bucked against me in response to her husband's aggressive use of her mouth, but after a few moments, the three of us were back in sync, and I was able to keep my thrusting in time, while increasing the force behind them. I held her full ass cheeks in my hands, squeezing them tightly, her flesh bulging out between my fingers. Yes, quite the ass.

"Jesus, I can't hold back," I gasped as the sliding pressure got to me. I started fucking her harder, ignoring the push-back, driving into her wildly. My hectic motions pulled her off-of Mark's cock, her entire body responding to my animalistic pounding.

"Oh," she gasped, "FUCK ME!"

That was it, I was done. I grabbed her hip bones, lifted her up and against me as I shot off inside of her. Her knees were off the couch, her forehead pressed against the couch end, as she took my offering.

My leg slipped off the couch and I fell back; she squealed as I pulled her along, my cock tightly wedged up her rear.

"Damn, Janet, that was intense," I breathed in her ear, as I continued to thrust in and out of her as much as I could. Once the spasms finished I relaxed, breathing hard, enjoying the feel of her weight resting on me, ass-to-crotch.

"Oh, Alex," she sighed pushing back against me.

I reached around and started fondling her body, squeezing her breasts, running my hand down her belly, feeling the fuzzy hair just above where I was still wedged inside of her. I couldn't believe this hot body was mine to use. I nuzzled her neck, tasting her skin, nipping at her.

"Jesus, Alex, I though we might have some fun, but I never expected this." She turned in my grasp. Her arms wrapped around me and I was kissing her again, first passionately, then warmly and tenderly. 

"Trust me, Janet, we'll have lots of fun. Lots and lots of fun. As much as you'll let me have."

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My Best Friends Wife



My wife Sally and I were having a little party. Our best friends Steve and Tina were going to come over to help out with our other guests. I heard their car pull into the driveway and went out to great them. Steve and I always had a lot of fun and Tina and I were very close. I looked into the car to find Tina alone.

“Where’s Steve?” I asked as I walked up to her door. I looked into her car window smiling at her as my eyes fell to the open buttons of her white cotton blouse. It was pulled tight across her full breasts letting me see her lacy bra through it’s the thin material as I opened the door for her.

“He was called out. It looks like he’ll be gone for a month this time. Sometimes I hate that he is in the Air Force.” She stuck out one long nylon covered leg as she turned in the seat. “Will you get the stuff from the back seat for me while I get these bags?” she asked.

I let my eyes run over her legs enjoying the view as her skirt pulled up to mid thigh. She caught me looking at her and smiled at me as she stood letting her skirt fall into place. I moved to her kissing her on the cheek. “Well you know what I have always said?” I opened the back door to get some bags of chips and dip. “I’ll take care of you just like we were married, just don’t ask me to sleep with you!”

Tina laughed. “Sure, like that would happen! Maybe in your dreams!” she pulled me to her hugging me softly, “Sam you are a good friend and I love you. Steve knows that you take good care of me when he is gone like this.” She kissed my cheek, “and we both thank you for it sweetie.” 

“Well you know I love you and anything you need is yours if I can get it. If I could just get you to put out!”

I took in the view as her dress pull up high on the back of her thighs when she bent into the back of the car picking up the last bag. “Only in your dreams my boy. Now come on lets go find your other wife.”

I watched her ass move in front of me under her pleated skirt. It was cut to just above her knee and moved nicely around her thighs. She was wearing very thin and very shear black pantyhose that made the muscles in her calves stand out as she walked and her Penny Loafers made her whole outfit look very, well girlish!

“Ok I said but you remember if you decide you need any kissing or huggen, you know, anything along those lines you just let me know! I am more than willing to help Steve out with any of his husbandly duties while he is gone.”

“You are such a dork!” she was laughing, “It would scare the hell out of you if I came onto you and you know it!” She pulled the door open for me and we walked into the house.

“Oh sure, that’s what you think but you are never quit brave enough to try anything are you? You talk big but you are not sure of what I would do if you offered it to me.” I was grinning at her

Tina turned to me and piled her bag on top of the ones I was all ready holding. “Here you go put these some place and think about it.” She was giggling as she ran her fingers across my cheek. “Think about me all naked and sweaty with lust!”

“Well that should add fuel to the fire! Are you wearing panties with those hose?”

“You know I never wear panties and pantyhose at the same time! Silly boy!” she swished her ass at me and went to find Sally.

The relation ship between the four of us had grown over the years to the point the only thing we didn’t share was our partners. Nothing was sacred between us and anything was open for discussion. We all said what ever we were thinking and no one ever got upset about it and sex was always one of the number one subjects with Steve being just as open with Sally as I was with Tina. There had even been a few times I was sure I had seen him feeling her ass or maybe getting just a little feel of her boob’s.

The party rocked on with me taking photos of every one and every thing all through the evening. Tina and Sally both loved to have their picture taken so they were my number one subjects. At one point Tina kicked off her shoe and pointed her toes at the wall as she lifted one leg high off the floor. She looked at me all-innocent as she pulled her skirt half way up her thigh as I took the picture. They both posed and primped for me knowing unless it was a very good photo no one would ever see my digital images but me. It was just something I did for me and I only shared them with who ever the photo were of. Because of that both girls were very open with me when I took their pictures. 

I had moved over to set down on the couch so I could make a change in the setting of the camera when I heard Tina laughing. She was setting on a bar stool across the room from me with her legs crossed like a man would set, with his ankle on his thigh. I had watched her when she sat down as she took care to make sure her skirt was fully covering her legs and hanging down around her butt and the bar stool. I had done some other things and thought nothing more of it. That is until she laughed and I looked up!

From where I was setting on the couch, which put me lower than she was, I could see right up her dress and between her crossed legs to her pantyhose covered pussy! 

Now we had been friends for a long time and as things work this was not my first look at this lovely young lady’s goods but this was the best I had ever seen her and the first time I had ever had the camera! It was a dream comes true! I love pantyhose and she has some of the best legs I have ever seen, but to get a shot of her pussy to! Well, I was shaking as I lifted the camera to my eye and started taking her picture. I took three full body shots and then zoomed in under her skirt! I took about six more of her legs and exposed crotch when she moved. I looked up at her to see her looking at me.

“Shit I am in for it now!” I thought.

Tina got a funny little look in her eyes as she looked around the room. She found that we were alone in the room with Sally on the other side of bar and working in the kitchen. She looked back at me and smiled as she uncrossed her legs. She pulled her right foot up to place it on the stool seat next to her butt! The whole inside and underneath part of her right thigh was exposed to me and her whole left leg right up to her crotch! She watched me as I started taking pictures of her as fast as I could. She adjusted her skirt down over her lifted knee but her whole lower leg was still exposed to me as well as her pussy through her pantyhose. I took about ten more pictures of her as she watched me moving her head this way and that while she talked to Sally and posed for me. She smiled putting her leg back down when we heard some one coming into the room from the dinning room next door.

I had a painful hard on and was shaking like a little kid as she slipped off of the stool and went into the kitchen. She was only gone for a minuet when she walked back into the room with two beers. She sat next to me on the couch as I took one of the beers from her.

She looked at the bulge in my pants. “Did I do that?”

“You know you did!”

She turned side ways tucking her left foot under her butt. She looked around the room and then back at me as she slowly pulled her skirt up to mid thigh. Her eyes never left mine as her nylon-covered pussy came into view. I licked my lips as I looked at her soft thighs and legs. I picked up my camera again and snapped off a few more pictures of her aiming right at her crotch. I could feel my self-dripping precum as I sat the camera down and put my hand on her knee.

.“Do I have to ask if you enjoyed that?”

“You know I did! I can’t wait to down load these!” I held up the camera as she moved back to a more lady like position. “I would love to take more of you in a little more relaxed setting.”

“What do you have in mind?” she asked as she moved to stand up. 

She got up and stood so she was standing right in front of me with her feet spread open to shoulder width. She looked over her shoulder into the kitchen as she reached down to the hem of her skirt and then pulled it up to her waist. Again I shot off a few more pictures of her and then laid the camera down. I moved up on the couch so that my face was very close to her pubic mound. I could smell her sweet heat as I started to run my hands up her legs to cup her nylon covered ass. She stepped back pulling away from my hands.

“Don’t! You cannot touch me!” she let her skirt fall back into place.  “I mean it Sam! No touching! I will let you look and pose me any way you want but if you touch me it’s over.”

“Ok, I understand.”

“OK then.” She bent over kissing me on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tina turned to Sally just as she came into the room. “I think I better go Sally honey, by the way you might want to see what he has been photographing for the last hour.” She walked over to my wife and hugged her as she kissed her on the cheek. “Can I come for dinner to morrow night?”

“Sally smiled at her. “Sure! You know you don’t have to ask. Bring your PJs and plan on spending the night. Come on and I’ll walk out with you.”

She turned and looked at me. “Night Sam.”

“Good night Tina honey.”

Sally walked Tina out to her car and I could see them talking and laughing as I moved over to my computer to down load the photos I had taken. The door opened and both girls walked back into the room.

“Tina is going to just stay the night with us. It’s silly for her to drive home just to turn around and come back in the morning. Besides,” Sally walked over to the couch undoing the buttons on her blouse as she walked. “We decided that if you got to see her and take her picture it was only fair that Steve got to see me!” 

I watched as Sally pulled off her top and then her shorts leaving her standing there dressed only in her bra and panties. She pulled off her bra and standing there topless smiled at Tina who had been watching. Tina pulled off her skirt and then opened her blouse. Her bra opened from the front and she unhooked it and with a little wiggling pulled it off and then tied her top into a kind of knot under her boobs. Now standing in only her blouse and hose she just smiled at me.

“Is this what you had in mind Sam?” Tina took the glass of wine Sally offered her.

“It’s a dream come true!” I smiled as I put my camera on its tripod.

“What do you want us to do?” Sally asked.

“Well, I just want you to relax and have fun with this. I know it’s a little different being half dressed but I don’t want you to posed. I just want to take these like you didn’t know I was doing it.” I said as Sally’s eyes went to the bulge in my pants.

She took a sip of her wine. “Then we can go through them tomorrow and pick out the ones we want to email Steve.” She was smiling as she shook her tits at me. 

It only took a few minutes for them to relax. I would pick a good shot and take it and after a couple more glasses of wine they almost acted like I wasn’t there.

Sally reached over the bar pulling on Tina’s top. “It’s not fair that I am topless and you have yours on Tina!” Sally looked at me with a slight smile, “Here let me open it for you! It should make him nuts watching me do it!”

Tina looked at me as she came around the end of the bar to stand next to Sally. She was right! I wanted to she her touch her friend and I could feel my dick twitch as she reached for the knot holding Tina’s top closed over her breasts. I pulled the camera off the tripod and moved around them as Sally slowly opened Tina’s top. Now both girls looked at me as Tina let her top drop to the floor. Their nipples were only inches apart as I shot off a bunch of photos. “Here he should like this!” came from Tina and she moved so that the tip of her nipples just touched Sally’s!

Sally moved over to the couch and as she sat down pulled off her panties! She leaned back with her legs open just enough to put her puffy lips on display to my camera! “Tina honey do you think Steve will like me like this?”

Tina moved over to Sally and slipped onto her lap! She put her legs on either side of my wife’s and slid up so that their breasts mashed together! Now as she pushed her ass up just a little her pussy came into view through her hose! I moved so that I could shoot both girls from below showing their sweet soft woman hood to the camera!

Tina started to giggle as she moved off of Sally. “Well I am sure he will like that one! He has told me over and over how he would like to see me with another woman!” She poured them both some more wine. “Maybe we could play like we were doing it! That would make him nut’s. I mean only if you want to, but hell if we are going to send him some like that last one let’s make it good!”

“Well, I guess it would be ok! What do you think Sam?” Sally looked at me as she ran her hand over Tina’s pantyhose covered thigh as Tina moved and sat down next to her. “We could hug and act like we were kissing! It might be fun!”

I could feel the cum as it leaked out of my cock and I knew this would be good if they really played to my camera! “I’m up for it if you are!” I said.

Sally stood up and pulled Tina to her feet. “Sam you go set up in the bed room while we get another bottle of wine. I think this will be fun! Steve is always trying to cop a feel so this should really make him nuts!”

The girl’s came into the bedroom just as I finished setting thing’s up. They went to the bed and I could see they were getting a little shaky about the whole thing. “Ok, remember this is just for fun! Tina why don’t you lay back and let Sally pull off your hose.” I was trying to make them think of something else so they would not back out! God my dick was hard thinking of seeing them doing this even if they were just faking it!

Tina looked at me and then at Sally as she laid back. Sally moved between her friends’ legs as I started taking pictures and suddenly it was like I wasn’t even there!

“Wow! Your wet! It’s seeping through your hose!” Sally said as she pulled on the waistband of the other girls’ hose.

“I know. Umm, well I guess I’m a little excited. I have never been this close. I mean.”

“Shuchhhhh! Neither have I! Let’s just relax and see!”

Sally finished pulling off Tina’s hose letting them drop to the floor as she looked at the girl. “God you are beautiful!” She said as she moved up Tina’s naked body. They just held each other letting their breasts touch as they ran there hands over each other’s back. Their faces were so close that when they whispered to each other their lips touched as I shot frame after frame of them. I tried to stay back not wanting to brake the mood as I shot them.

Tina cupped Sally’s breast pulling on her nipple just a little as Sally cupped Tina’s bottom. They moved their faces closer and suddenly they really were kissing! I was no longer in the room to them as they began to feel each other, slowly making love to one another! They were making soft little noises as they kissed and hugged felling each other until Tina slipped her hand between Sally’s legs! I watched with mounting anticipation as Sally’s eyes came open and she looked at me!

I smiled at her nodding at her letting her know I loved her and it was ok. I could see her relax as she pulled Tina tight to her kissing her friend hard! She ran her hand into her friends’ wet hole so that they were fingering each other. Tina opened her legs wider to accept her fingers as Sally pulled on her clit! I could see they were both trembling as Sally moved down to suck and kiss Tina’s nipples. They took turns sucking each other breasts as they explored each other’s pussies with their fingers!

Tina pushed Sally back, “I want to taste you! Please!”

Sally never said a word as she moved over the girl. She slipped her head between the girls’ legs and in seconds they were licking and sucking each other! A few more shots and I had to put down the camera!

The room filled with the sounds of the girls as they came closer and closer to there finish! Tina came first pushing her face hard against my wife’s’ pussy sucking her clit as she grunted and pumped her own mound into Sally’s face! Sally was close behind her making the sounds I was so used to hearing as she came!

They held each other softly sucking each others slit, sucking up the juices that were leaking from each other. Sally moved off of Tina and back up to hold the girl as they kissed and held each other in the after glow of the climax!

I had my cock in my hand and was slowly stoking it not wanting to cum yet as I watched the girls loving each other. Sally looked at me with a slight smile as she leaned into Tina whispering something to the girl. Tina looked at me and smiled.

She slipped to the foot of the bed and went up on her knees. Sally slipped over so that she was behind her friend. “Come here Sam.”

I moved up behind Tina as Sally took my cock in her hand. She pulled me up behind Tina and put the tip of my dick up to her open wet hole! She held me as I pushed into our friend! I fucked in and out of her ever so slowly for a few strokes and was just about to cum my self when Sally pulled me back taking me into her mouth! It was too much and I shot off a full load right then!

It dripped out from around my dick between her lips, as she could not take it all. She tried to swallow it but it was to much as Tina moved in to lick my cum from Sally’s face and chest as it dripped down onto her tits!

I fell on my side onto the bed gasping for air as the two girls moved back to each other! I watched them make love for the second time that night as I fell a sleep. When I woke the next morning they were wrapped in each other’s arms as slipped out of bed and went to make coffee.

I took coffee and toast back to the bedroom to find the girls hugging as they talked softly to each other. They smiled at me as I sat the food down on the bed and as Tina took her coffee she said. “I hope that you get use to me being around because it seams I am quit fond of eating your wife’s pussy!

“Well as long as I can be there when you do it I think that will be just fine! Do you want some toast?” I said. “I think this is the start of a wonderful relation ship!”



My Best Friend's Wife Ch. 02



Some of my readers requested that I translate some of my Afrikaans stories into English. Here is my first effort. I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to comment or vote.

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It's Friday night. I am at a barbecue at my friend Derek's house along with other guests. The men are socializing with drinks in hand around the fire. After the usual rugby talk, the topic soon turns to women. Jacques, one of the guys, starts teasing. "I wish I had such a nice job as our friend, Jason here. He plays with other people's wives and girlfriends all day and then he calls it work. And he gets paid for it! Lucky dog!" Everyone agrees. I'm a freelance architect by profession, but I also 'freelance' as a masseur. I am single and live alone in a big house. I have converted part of the house into a massage parlor. Most people find my combination of occupations very strange.

A few years ago I worked on an architectural project in Japan as part of an exchange student program for my Masters. The people with whom I was staying ran a massage parlor from their home. I have learned a tremendous amount about the art of massaging from Hiroyuki, my host, and even helped out with many massage sessions to compensate in part for my boarding and lodging. I enjoyed it tremendously and decided to try it here in South Africa. The men here think it's wonderful and that it is an inexhaustible source of naked women and steamy sex sessions. If only it were true! But let them believe what they want.

"Jason, maybe you should take Jessie for a session." says Derek, our host. "She's become such a prude lately and is incredibly uptight. Do you think you can do something for her? "

Jessica is his beautiful wife. Everyone calls her just Jessie, or Jess.

"Well, I don't believe I can do much about the prudishness, but stress is my forte." I answer. I don't take him seriously, though, and laugh it off as a case of the liquor doing the talking.

On Monday morning, however, I receive a phone call from Derek. He wants to book a massage session for Jessie. "Are you available this afternoon round two o'clock?" he asks.

"Absolutely!" I say. I would be out of my mind if I did not make time for Jess. I have no idea how he managed to convince her. She's quite reserved. "Are you coming too?" I ask.

"No thanks!" he replies. "If you had a sexy young assistant, it would of course have been a completely different matter ..." he jokes.

"Any preferences or requests?" I ask.

"None at all. Let her decide. But don't be too hard on her. "

"I will take good care of her, I promise." I say and hang up.

It's Monday afternoon two o'clock. The doorbell rings. It's Jess. She is wearing a light summer dress and has a beach bag over the shoulder. She is looking as fresh as a daisy - an absolutely stunning woman! What makes her special is the rare combination of jet-black hair and blue eyes - the so-called "Spanish blonde". However, she has quite a light complexion. It makes me wonder if her hair color, as is the case with most women, comes from a bottle. What makes her even more remarkable is the fact that she appears to be totally unaware of the effect she has on most men.

I invite her in and lead her through to the massage room.

"Jason, this is a first for me. You'll have to be patient. Oh, and please remember - this is Derek's idea, not mine." she points out. "But can I ask you a few questions before we start?"

"Of course!" I reply, offering her a chair next to the massage bed.

She peers wide-eyed at the bed. "Can you tell me in a nutshell what my options are?"

"Jess, I'm going to be honest with you. I want you to know exactly what you're letting yourself in for. A massage is mainly about one thing - the body. It is about relaxation and massaging of certain key muscles and nerve pressure points in order to make you feel better. To access these key points properly, one is sometimes compelled to work in close contact with most body parts, including the privates. It may, therefore, in some cases become a very erotic experience. Some people are comfortable with it and others find it offensive." I briefly explain the various types of massages that I offer. She listens attentively.

"This 'full body massage' that I have heard of it. How does it work? Must a person be totally naked?" she asks hesitantly. 

"Preferably, but not necessarily. I normally leave that to my clients to decide." I explain. "Oh, and I let them decide how far they want things to go. I have no expectations and will certainly not do anything that the customer is not comfortable with. It is very important to me that my customers are comfortable at all times. But I must warn again, it can be quite a sensual and erotic experience."

"I'm not really interested in any of the 'naked' or erotic massages, thank you." she says firmly. "But I will leave it up to you. Do what you think best, as long as it stops when I say so."

"Perfectly good enough for me." I assure her. "But you have to understand that it is ultimately about sensual pleasures. So think carefully before you tell me to stop. There is nothing you can do that will shock me, so do not stop me just because you think that I will think less of you or anything. "

"Sensual pleasure ... I will keep that in mind. What should I wear? I brought a swimsuit ..."

"I would prefer that you use the clothes that are in the locker room." I answer. "We will be using oils and things that might ruin your swimwear. These garments are disposable and made specifically for massage sessions."

"Okay then. What do these garments look like? I hope it's not too revealing ..." she says with a worried look.

"Nothing sexy. It's like a boob tube with shoulder straps with very modest matching panties. But go see for yourself." I say. She steps into the locker room and closes the door. I wait patiently.

"Heavens!" she calls after a while. "It's not very modest!!"

"Massage gown behind the door, Jess!" I say. "Please bring two towels as well to cover the 'naughty bits' if you want." I start getting the necessary oils and stuff ready.

"Naughty bits, huh..? OK, then." she says. "But can I keep the gown on?"

"For now, yes. We'll see how it goes."

Finally, she steps out of the locker room. She is wearing the gown, the front covered right up to the neck region, two towels under one arm. "What now?" she asks, hesitantly.

"Now we begin. If there is anything I do with which you are uncomfortable, just say the word and I will stop. "I assure her." Come and sit here on the bed."

"Do I have to take the gown off?" she asks.

"Not yet necessary." 

She breathes a sigh of relief.

"Okay, let's get started." I say, and move in behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and begin to massage her neck over the gown with my thumbs. She gradually begins to relax and we make small talk while I do my thing.

I gently pull the gown down over her shoulders so that I can have better access to her muscles. She responds by quickly holding the front of the gown tightly together over her boobs. Soon she relaxes while I massage her back, still over the gown.

"Now we need to get your arms out of the gown." I say. "We need to stretch those tight shoulder muscles thoroughly." She cooperates by slipping her arm out of the gown while holding the front together with the other.

I raise her hand, put it behind her head and pull her elbow back, gently but firmly. "Ouch..!" she says softly. I laugh. "Like they say, no pain, no gain." I relax the pressure on her arm and repeat the stretches five times.

"Now the other arm, please." She slips the other arm out of the gown while still holding the gown loosely over her chest. I do five more stretches.

"Now we have to do both arms simultaneously." I say.

"Yes, but ..." she protests.

"Never mind. Let's do it this way." I drape a towel around her neck so that the two ends of it cover her breasts.

"Hmm ... Very ingenious!" She smiles and drops the gown and bundles it up around her hips.

I take her arms and pull them down and backwards so that her hands meet behind her back. I raise her arms upwards behind her back, stretching the shoulder muscles. I hold it like that and repeat the process ten times. Then I put both her hands on the back of her head and pull both her elbows back towards me. This causes her to lean slightly backwards. I now have an unobstructed view of her cleavage, but her boobs remain properly covered. I hold her arms like that for a while and repeat the process several times. She seems quite comfortable with the state of affairs.

I release her arms and push her forward very gently. At the bottom of her suntanned slim back, just above her buttocks are two very prominent and oh so sexy dimples. With my hands on her hips, I press my thumbs on her tight back muscles. Gradually I work my way higher up to the bottom of the top. Without interrupting the massage, I work the underside of the top higher up to expose more of her back. She seems comfortable with it. My hands rests on her rib cage and my thumbs knead her back muscles, my fingers dangerously close to the soft curves of the outer sides of her breasts. I feel her stiffen as my hands move closer to her breasts and decide to rather concentrate on the back. She relaxes immediately.

"Jess, we will now have to lose the gown. I will turn away while you lie on your stomach. You can cover yourself with the towels if you want. Let me know when you are ready. "I turn around.

"OK, I'm ready." she says after a while. She lies on her stomach with her arms at her sides. A towel is draped over her buttocks. The other towel is still around her neck. I put a pillow under her head.

"Would it be okay if I blindfold you?"

"What? Why ..?" she asks, a little suspicious.

I laugh. "Nothing to worry about. I just want to isolate you from the outside world so that you can concentrate only on enjoying what I do. Use your senses to enjoy the sensations and flavors of aromatherapy to the fullest. But if you are uncomfortable with it..?" I show her the black velvet using eye mask similar to the ones that are used sleep on an airplane during a long flight.

"No, it's OK." she agrees.

I put the mask over her eyes. "Remember, you may not remove it. Concentrate on what I do. "

"OK." she whispers.

I walk around the table and massage her feet by exerting pressure with my thumbs on some key nerve pressure points. She seems to enjoy it.

I quickly move on to her calves. Her calf muscles are quite stiff. "This will initially be a little uncomfortable, but it will be worth it, I promise." I explain.

"OK, I'll take your word for it." she answers with a smile.

I put a pillow under her lower legs and pummel her calf muscles hard and fast with the outside edges of my hands. 

"Ouch!" she complains.

"Just hang in there. Almost done." I comfort her.

Then I massage her calf muscles in turn from just above the Achilles tendons to below the knee. It's not very pleasant, but the end result makes it worth it. She moans and complains, but stands firm.

I give her a little break. "How does it feel now?" I ask.

She lifts her feet and bends her knees a few times. "You were right. It now feels nice and warm and loose. Quite pleasant!" she says.

"Good!" I respond. I climb on the table and crouch over her feet. I take a soft brush and pull the bristles lightly to and fro over the sensitive back of her knee. Her hand shoots out to stop me. "Oooh ..! That tickles!" she giggles. A spray of goosebumps appears on her upper thighs.

"Would you like me to stop?" I ask.

"No, it was just a little unexpected!" she says. "And I'm very sensitive there!"

"Most people are." I answer and do the same with the other leg. She shivers with pleasure. Her butt wiggles slightly under the towel.

I stop. "How was that?" I ask.

"Actually very good. And in a strange way erotic ..." she says softly. Music to my ears!

I put my hands on either side of her left leg just above the knee, rubbing her leg muscles hard and slowly up and down. Of course, I focus more on the soft inner thigh and rub a little higher with every stroke. Her buttocks tighten noticeably as my hand moves closer to the No Go Zone. She breathes more heavily. My hand glides up to the elastic band of her panties in her groin. I purposely and very gentlemanly avoid any contact with her private parts. Her lower body starts to move restlessly.

I slightly open her legs and massage her soft inner thigh. She groans softly. I think she is enjoying it. I then repeat the process with the other inner thigh. The crotch of her panties is now clearly visible between her legs. It causes a stirring in my pants.

I put my hands under the towel and slip my fingers under the sides of her panties. Then I slowly push the back of the panties into the crack of her buttocks. Her body tightens in anticipation. "Sshh ... It's OK ..." I say softly, and rake my fingernails lightly over her bare buttocks. She draws her breath in sharply. I can feel the goosebumps on her butt. She moans softly, her lower body still restless. I massage her buttocks with both hands, keeping things absolutely within limits. I certainly do not want to frighten her!

"OK, shall we proceed to more enjoyable treatments?"

She thinks for a moment. "What are you going to do ..?" she asks suspiciously.

"I want us to start using the oils. Are you OK with it? "

"All right then ..." she whispers.

I climb down and stand next to her "You're going to have to turn around on your back." She sighs. 

"Don't worry, I will hold the towel over you." I say. She turns cautious and I throw the towel over her lower body, of course, not before I treat myself to a good eyeful of the mound of her pussy straining against the front of the thin panties. Immediately there is a stirring in my shorts! She covers her upper body again with the towel draped around her neck. Her flat, tanned tummy is enough to put impure thoughts in any man's head! She seems very relaxed so far.

I have a sizable range of aromatic and therapeutic oils. There are, amongst others, Anika, eucalyptus, lavender, almond, honey, jojoba, Ylang Ylang, and so on.

"I'm going to start with almond." I say and slowly pour a little of the oil into her navel until it overflows. Her stomach muscles tighten, goosebumps appearing all over her skin. With slow, lazy strokes I spread the oil over her slender belly. She gasps as my fingertip gently tickles her navel. I work my hands higher and higher up her chest until my fingers to touch the bottom of her top under the towel. I push the top up gradually until my fingers find the soft, fleshy undersides of her breasts. Again her body tightens in anticipation. I move my hands away. She relaxes again immediately.

I move around her so that I stand behind her head. My fingers slide up her slender neck and I lightly tickle both her earlobes. She shudders.

I pour a little oil on her breastbone and spreads it around on her chest. My right hand moves down between the two panels of the towel and slides under the top in between her breasts. She immediately puts her hand over mine. "It's OK, Jess. Just relax ..." I whisper. I slide my hand up and down her breastbone, but do my best to avoid touching her breasts. Soon she is comfortable with it and relaxes. She removes her hand, a sure sign of trust.

I pour some of the jojoba oil in my hands and rub it in the sides of her chest, outside the panels of the towel. My fingers soon find their way into the sides of her top and I massage her rib cage with the oil. Gradually I move my hands higher until I feel the soft outsides of her breasts. I rub the oil into the softness, but stay away from her nipples. She does not react.

I move around the table and stand next to her again. I lift the towel slightly. "May I ..?" I ask softly.

She hesitates. "If you think it's necessary." 

I throw the two ends of the towel off her breasts. I can't help gasping at what I see! Her large, firm breasts strain against the thin material, her nipples, small and hard, now quite visible under the thin material. I have difficulty controlling myself. I pour more oil on my hands and let my hands glide over the soft outer sides of her breasts under the top. She sighs.

"Everything OK, Jess?" I ask subtly.

"Hmm .. Yes, thank you." she says softly. "It smells very nice ..."

"I hope it feels good as well..." I fish for a compliment.

"Heavenly ..." she replies softly and smiles.

I pour a little oil on her breastbone and massages it into her skin with circular motions. Soon the circles grow bigger and my fingers glide over the insides of her breasts. I still avoid going near her hard nipples. I take my hands out from under the top and apply more oil to them. They soon find the way back into the top. I wrap the thumb and forefinger of each hand around the base of each breast and push them together. I hold them like that for a few seconds. They are incredibly firm! Then I squeeze and release them repeatedly, moving my hands deliberately so that her breasts begin to dance around on her chest. She does not complain. Her nipples are rock hard! She is now breathing fairly heavily. 

"Jess, I am now going to use a lot of oil." I warn.

"OK." she replies softly.

I pour a generous amount of oil over her top. What she does not realize is that the oil makes the thin material of the top completely transparent. It leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination! She could just as well have been lying there topless! My hard dick strains so hard against my shorts that it hurts! Given the fact that Jess is blindfolded, I decide to release it from its confinement. It flies upwards as if spring-loaded. 

I position myself behind her again, taking care not to poke her against the head with my hard dick. That would certainly ruin the friendship! I massage her shoulders again with my oily hands which soon find their way over her collarbones to the soft curves of her breasts. My fingers slip back under the top again. She immediately puts her hands over her breasts to limit my access.

"Relax." I say softly and begin to gently massaging the upper parts of her breasts. I gradually increase the pace and intensity of the massage so that her breasts dances around again under the top. She removes her hands, I certain sign of trust. I deliberately keep away from her nipples, still hard and straining against the thin material. I slip my hands further into the top, my fingers gliding over the top curves of her breasts. She drew her breath in sharply in anticipation.

"Everything OK?" I ask.

"Mmmm ..." she says softly.

"You have beautiful breasts." I dare.

She blushes. "Thank you." she says, barely audibly.

I lean forward and blow gently in her ear. She shivers.

Her breasts are now seriously dancing around under the thin material. The way they move around on her chest shoots any notion that they were surgically enhanced down in flames! My right hand 'accidentally' glides over her naked breast and grazes her hard nipple lightly.

"I'm sorry. I did not mean to..." I apologize and remove hand immediately. 

She smiles faintly. "It's OK." I keep away from her nipples as I massage her upper body. Her breasts are dancing around wildly!

To hell with it! I slip both hands over her full, firm breasts and massage them now openly. Her hands shoot up over mine. "Don't ..." she says softly.

"Shhh ..." I reply softly, rubbing her breasts with her hands still over mine. She doesn't make any effort to stop me, but do not remove her hands. "Concentrate only on the pleasure."

"Do you think I'm a prude?" she asks softly.

"Does it matter what I think?" I try to duck the question.

"Just give me an honest answer." she insists.

"Well, a little reserved, maybe. But prudish, no." I answer.




My Best Friend's Wife Ch. 02



"How do you do it ..?" she asks softly.

"How do I do what?" I ask, somewhat surprised.

"How do you keep so calm? Men are very sexual creatures. If it was my husband doing to another woman what you are doing to me, he would never have been able to contain himself."

"Well, this is my job. I do my best to keep it professional." I answer. "One gets used to it if you do it almost every day. But then, a man is a man. Only human..." If only she could see my giant erection peeping at her from my pants...

I keep massaging her boobs lightly, her hands still over mine. She makes no attempt to stop me.

"And you ..?" I ask after a while.

"What about me?" she asks, a slightly puzzled look on her face.

"Are women not also sexual creatures?" I ask. "Are you saying that what I am doing has no effect on you whatsoever?" I immediately realize that I have broken one of my most important rules - 'Never get personal with the clients!'. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that." I try to do damage repair.

"It's OK. No harm done." She thinks for a moment. "Well ... I would be lying if I said that I do not find what you are doing very erotic. But I do believe that women are better than men when it comes to self-control. "

We'll see if it's true ... I massage her boobs with greater intensity. She is now breathing heavily through an open mouth. Then, with an audible sigh, she removes her hands from and places her arms on the table next to her. 

Bingo! I take that as a sign of surrender. Now I have free access to her glorious, slippery breasts which are now slipping around elusively in my hands. Heaven!

She puts her hands lightly over mine again. "You are not massaging, mister. You are caressing." she whispers.

"Ma'am, are you trying to tell me how to do my job?" I joke. She just smiles and relaxes. She removes her hands again.

I try to roll and tug her nipples between my fingers, but they are too slippery and slips out evasively with every effort. She moans lightly and seems to enjoy my futile efforts. I decided to rather tickle them with my fingertips. It certainly has the desired effect. She moans louder now and gasps every now and then.

I take my hands out from under the top, push my hard-on back into my pants and stand beside her again. I pour a hefty dose of oil on her thighs and the front of her panties. As with her top, the panties become completely transparent. The enormous hard-on in my pants insist on getting in on the action but I resist the temptation to take it out again.

I open her legs slightly. She cooperates nicely. She might as well have been lying there buck naked! These panties do not have the double gusset lining like normal ones. As a result her fleshy, shaven pussy lips with prominent inner labia are clearly visible beneath the dark, neatly trimmed bushy triangle above it. Her hair color certainly does not come from a bottle ... I can even see her erect clit peeping shyly from under its hood.

I start massaging her left thigh with one hand on the outside and my other on the soft, smooth inside. I massage the muscles of her inner thigh, higher and higher. She clenches her fists as I get closer to the forbidden fruit. Her chest heaves up and down as she breathes heavily.

I slip the side of my hand into her groin. She gasps as I make contact with her soft, covered pussy lip. Her hand shoots over her cunt for protection. I ignore her and rub more aggressive in her groin against the fleshy pussy lip. Her hand blocks any closer access to her pussy. I repeat the process with the other leg. A short time later, apparently satisfied that I was not an opportunistic pervert with evil ideas, but I just doing my job, she removes her hand and relaxes. I take it as a signal that she's OK with it.

I stand next to her waist and stroke her underbelly with lazy, light circular movements. Then I slide my hands down over her panties and place my index fingers back in her groin on either side of her pussy. I rub up and down and make sure that my fingers touch the outsides of her pussy lips in the process. She breathes heavily. I squeeze her pussy lips together so that her hard clit is caught between the soft flesh and rub hard and fast up and down. This way I massage her clit with her pussy lips. Her hand shoots out, but hangs above the action, the fingers straight and stretched open. Then she clenches her fist tightly and removes her hand. Her body begins to move very lightly against the motion of my hands.

Then I stop. I pour more oil on my hands and slip them into her panties over her hips, staying well away from her pussy. Her hand shoots out again, but then she drops it her realizing that I am restricting my movements to her hips. But of course not for long. I move my hands in ever growing circles until they come dangerously close to her pussy inside the panties. This motion causes the panties to move down slightly. The black triangle of pubic hair begins to show above the panties. 

Gradually I work my hands to right next to her pussy. Her stomach muscles tighten in anticipation. I slide my index fingers back into her groin and gently massage up and down. Immediately her hand covers her pussy. The panties move even further down as I deliberately massage downwards. She realizes what is happening and removes her hand from her pussy to pull up her panties. She holds on to the front of her panties to prevent it from sliding down as I massage her groin. Again I press her puffy outer lips tightly together again, rubbing her clit with it, but deliberately staying away from her labia minora. She squeezes her legs together tightly. She moans and move her hips lightly against my hands. She is smoking hot! I slip my hand over her pussy and press her outer lips tightly together around her clit again, but this time only with my thumb and middle finger of my right hand. My hand moves quickly up and down while her body is squirming against it. For all practical purposes you could say that I'm jerking her off using her pussy lips. Then I spread her pussy lips with the same fingers to expose her clit. I tickle the pink button very lightly with the tip of my index finger. Her hips are squirming against my hand.

I stop and put my fingers into the top elastic band of her panties on either side of her hips and pulls lightly downwards. "May I ..." I ask softly.

"You cannot be serious!" she snaps at me as she comes to her senses. "You want to take my panties off..?!"

"The panties are in the way. I just want to pull it down a little so that I can massage you properly." I push my luck. She lifts her butt slightly and I pull the panties out from under her buttocks while she is still holding on to the front.

"OK. Enough!" she says firmly. I stop. She lets go of the front of her panties and it shoots down slightly so that her short, dark bush is showing again.

"Turn on your side." I say. She obeys. Her hand moves down to pull the panties back up. I'm too quick for her. Before she even manages to touch her panties, I am already massaging her naked butt. She leaves the panties and tries to cover her naked butt with her hand instead. I ignore the hand and simply work around it, massaging her bare buttocks one at a time with both hands. I massage and knead her buttocks in turn with the side of my hand deep into the crack of her buttocks. Her hand remains lightly over mine. My hand slides deliberately lower in the groove of her buttocks until my fingers come to rest on her soft, puffy pussy lips. Her hand shoots to my wrist. "No!" she says firmly and pulls my hand away. I accept it.

"Turn on your back." I say. She obeys, but do not pull the panties back up. Her bush is still showing above the panties. I assume that she is not aware of it because she is still blindfolded. "OK, we are now going to do a few leg stretches." I inform her. 

"OK." she whispered softly, her chest still heaving.

I lift her legs so that her calves lie on my shoulders. Then I push them far forward to stretch the hamstrings. I keep them there for a few seconds. Then I look down. Wow! The panties have moved further down her legs. Just above her bare buttocks lies the most beautiful pussy with its pink, puffy lips. I almost come in my pants! I stretch her legs wider. Her glistening inner lips open slightly.

It's as if she knows what I'm looking at. Her hand suddenly slips over her pussy to cover it. She raises her hips slightly and pulls the panties up with her other hand. 

I do a few more stretches. She gradually relaxes and her hand is now lying loosely over her pussy, her labia clearly visible through the thin oil-drenched crotch of the panties.

I put my hands on either side of hers and her work on her groin again with my thumbs. My fingers briefly touches her pussy lips every now and again. Her hand closes firmly over her pussy in defense of my assault. I lift it up and put it down next to her. She sighs but does not object. Her hips begin to move gently to the rhythm of my thumbs. I press them firmer into her groin and pull hard to the outer side. Her pussy lips open slightly under the transparent panties. I pull my thumbs to and fro repeatedly with my hands on her inner thighs. My hard cock wants to erupt at the sight of her pussy lips opening and closing. She groans loudly now, her head rolling slowly from side to side.

Then I stop and stand up. "Will you excuse me for a moment? I need to get some stuff from my office next door."

"Okay." she says breathlessly. I walk into the office and get my Magic Wand vibrator on the shelf. My eye catches the monitors of the security cameras on the opposite wall. I quickly check to see if Jess is OK. She is lying on her side with her back to my office. She is still wearing the eye mask. Unfortunately for her she is facing straight to the security camera, her one hand over her chest and the other over her pussy. Why would she be covering up when I am not even there? I zoom in on her chest. Her hand is moving under the top, her fingers pulling and rolling her erect nipple. Wow! I zoom in on her belly. As if she knows I'm watching, she spreads her legs. Her other hand is inside the panties and her fingers are fluttering under the thin material as she plays with her clit. I almost cum right there! I press the HD Record button on the panel and zoom out so that the whole massage table fills the screen. My cock is so hard that it hurts!

I watch her for a while and then head towards the massage room. There is no way that I would allow her to cum without me being present. To save her any embarrassment, I cough lightly, wait a few moments and then enter the room. She lies still on her back with her arms relaxed at her sides as if nothing has happened.

"Everything still OK, Jess?" I ask.

"All good, thanks!" she replies. I glance down at her body. Her shenanigans caused one elastic leg band of her panties to end up slightly over her hairless pussy lip. What I would not give to draw my dickhead over that exposed piece of soft, puffy meat!

I plug the Wand into the wall outlet. "OK. Don't be alarmed. I am now going to use the Magic Wand. Just relax and enjoy it." I say softly.

"Magic Wand..? That sounds scary!" she whispers with a suspicious tone in her voice.

"Not to worry." I assure her and switch the Wand on. A lazy, quiet drone fills the room. I draw the vibrating head gently over her stomach. Instant goosebumps again.

She giggles. "It tickles!" she says with a big smile. She is obviously enjoying it.

"That is the purpose of the exercise!" I tease and draw the head gently over her breastbone between her boobs. She sighs. I apply more pressure on her breastbone. It causes the vibrations to reverberate through her entire chest. Soon those big nipples are once again standing on attention and strain against the thin material of her top! I draw the vibrating head over the inside of her boob until it rests lightly on her nipple. Her upper body jumps at the contact. She quickly pushes the Wand away. "Wow! That's too much!" she says, somewhat out of breath.

"Don't you like it?" I ask softly.

"No, it's not that." she says. "I think maybe I like it too much!" She covers her boob with her hand.

"Should I stop?"

She hesitates. "You decide..." She is clearly in two minds about what I am doing to her. It suits me fine!

I slide the vibrating head over her other breast and let it rest lightly on her nipple. She tries to be brave, but her white-knuckled clenched fists by her sides reveal her internal struggle. She breathes heavily though a slightly open mouth. I decide that she has had enough.

She lies with her legs slightly apart. I now focus the vibrator on her inner thighs, slowly moving it up and down, gradually higher and higher. Just when I get within striking distance, she slips her hand over her pussy. "No ..." she says firmly. In response I deliberately glide the Wand over her hand and push down hard on it. The vibrations penetrate through her hand into her sensitive pubic area. She jerks her hand away. "Don't!" she scolds. I laugh and move the Wand back to her inner thigh area.

"You're naughty!" she says, smiling. She doesn't put her hand back over her pussy. Once again I have an unobstructed view of her naughty bits. I tease her by moving the Wand up her inner thigh to just short of the panties, only to draw it down again on the inside of her other thigh. She is breathing heavily. 

"May I remove the eye mask?" she asks.

"Not yet." I reply, gliding the head of the Wand lightly over her stomach. I gradually move it lower and trace the waistband of the panties with it. She groans. Her hips began to move. She is smoking hot!

I draw the vibrating head gently over her pubic bone. Her hand shoots up immediately to stop me. I block her hand. "Relax and just enjoy it. Focus on the pleasure." I reassure her. She obeys. I press the soft head tightly against her pubic bone over the bushy triangle of hair and set the vibration to high. The vibrations now reverberate through her whole body. She gasps.

"Stop! I cannot ..! I will ... Stop! Please! Don't!" she pleads. Her body begins to writhe under the Wand. Her face is flushed as she struggles against the inevitable.

"Sshhh ... Just relax." I try to reassure her. She moans and complains and rolls around. I draw the soft head of the Wand down until it lies lightly on her clit.

"No ..! I can't ... I'm going to... Don't! Uuggghh!! "Her hips begin bucking rhythmically as she explodes in the throes of a very intense orgasm. She moans and grunts and "Ooh..!" and "Aah..!" while her body bucks uncontrollably on the table. I leave her until the rhythmical contractions subside. At last she lies exhausted and panting with her hands over her face.

"I'm so sorry ... You must think I'm a real slut! But I told you to stop..!" she says accusingly.

"Nothing to apologize for. And allow me to tell you what I think of you. I think you are a beautiful woman whose body responds one hundred percent normally to impulses. What is to be ashamed of?" I try to calm her down.

"If Derek finds out what's happened here this afternoon, he'll divorce me for sure..." she whimpers.

"Has anything happened here that he should know of? I don't think so." I reassure her.

Suddenly she sits up and removes the eye mask. She looks down and sees her nipples showing through the completely transparent material. "Oh my God!!" she cries, folding her arms across her breasts. "I'm completely naked!"

"Calm down. It's not that bad. "I try to console her.

"Not that bad?!" she says. "Here I lie blissfully unaware of the fact that my clothes leave absolutely nothing to the imagination! And all you can say is 'It's not that bad.' You now know my body almost as well as my husband!"

"And how is that it's such a big deal? I am a masseur, remember? You are certainly not the first woman I've ever seen like this." I try to comfort her. "It is pretty much part of the package when it comes to the art of massaging."

"Yes, but still ... I'm ashamed and embarrassed." she moans again and turns on her stomach with her head on her forearms. I stroke her back gently.

"Listen, I have not seen anything that I have not seen before. And judging by what I saw, you truly have nothing to be ashamed of. You're a beautiful woman, and your body is in excellent condition." I reassure her. "Come, I've got just the right medicine to make you feel better. Let me give you a back massage."

"What? Have you lost your mind?! Don't you think that enough damage has been done for one day?" she counters.

"No. Quite the contrary. I do not think that any damage has been done. You're having a massage, just like most other women have had." I say. "Come, I have a special oil that I would like to use on your back."

"Just my back ..?" she asks with a suspicious look in her deep blue eyes.

"Remember, as I said - you are in control. You can always tell me to stop and I will." I try to convince her.

"Ok then." she says.

"Here. Put the eye mask back on." I hand it to her.

"Do I really have to?" she asks.

"Yes. I want you to concentrate only on the pleasure. And remember, if you remove it, the session is over." I warn. She puts the mask on reluctantly.

I open the bottle of Ylang Ylang oil. It is specially prepared by Hiroyuki, my mentor in Japan. It has an almost jasmine flavor. It has a kind of narcotic effect that has an amazingly calming effect on most people. Hiroyuki also uses his secret oil additives in the Ylang Ylang that increases the sensitivity of the skin. Because normal skin is rather thick, it does not have much of an effect there. But on the parts that are already sensitive such as the lips, nipples, labia and clitoris it is of course it's a whole different story! "Here." I say, holding the bottle out to her. "Smell it."

She leans forward and sniffs it. "Wow, it smells amazing! It must have cost a fortune!" she says.

"It's not cheap, but then, for my valued customers, only the best!" I tease. She laughs. I put my finger in the jar and put a little of the oil on her cheeks. She is looking much more relaxed already.

I kneel astride her and massage her neck with the oil. I can tell that she is enjoying it.

I then move lower down and push the top up again to uncover her back. She remains very still. I pour some oil on her back and massage it into her back muscles. "Everything to your liking, Madame?" I ask.

"Heavenly ..." she says softly with a smile.

"Do you mind if I push the top up a little more? It is getting in the way of what I want to do." I dare.

She doesn't not answer, but lifts her upper body and pulls the top high up to her shoulders. She lies down on her naked boobs which I unfortunately cannot see because I am behind her.

"Thank you." I say and massage the oil into her exposed back. The outer sides of her breasts bulge outward under her weight as before. I slide my hands gently up and down her sides so that my fingertips finally make contact with the soft, fleshy sides of her breasts. She remains quiet and I decide not to overdo things just yet.

I gently push her legs apart and kneel between them. My hands slip under the sides of her panties. Immediately I can feel her buttocks tighten. I massage her hips under the panties and stay away from the forbidden territory. She remains calm. Gradually I work my hands onto her bare buttocks and massage them deep and hard. In the process, I work the panties slightly into the crack of her buttocks. It does not seem to bother her.

Then I slowly pull the panties down over her firm buttocks. She tightens immediately, but does not object. I leave the panties at the bottom of her now naked butt in such a way that her privates remain covered. She sighs with relief and her buttocks relax noticeably. I deliberately pour an excessive dose of Ylang Ylang on her butt so that it runs down her crack and over her sensitive pussy. My hands are now kneading and massaging her buttocks hard and deep. I pull her buttocks slightly apart, and with one hand in her crack and the other on the outside I massage her bare buttocks in turn with my two hands. The panties move further and further down in the process. Her body is moving gently against my hands. She groans softly. Below her butt I have an unobstructed view of her pussy with its glistening inner lips.




My Best Friend's Wife Ch. 02



"Everything OK, Jess?" I ask again.

"Mmm ... The aroma of this oil together with the massage is making me drowsy." she says smiling.

I pull the panties back over her buttocks. She smiles again. It certainly looks as if I have won her trust once more.

I rub the oil into her left thigh with my hands on either side of it. Her butt tightens again as my right hand slides slightly too high between her legs.

"Relax!" I reassure her. "Everything is under control."

"Easy for you to talk." she counters. "You are not the one lying here almost naked and taking orders from a guy with dubious intensions." She smiles.

I stop and think for a moment. "Dubious intensions... All right." I say and bounce off the table. I quickly slip out of my shorts and T-shirt.

"What are you doing?" she asks suspiciously.

"I'm levelling the playing field." I answer.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I move closer to her, my hard dick leading the way. I take her hand and put it on my lower stomach.

"Oh, you've taken off your shirt." she says with a smile. "And just how is that supposed to make me feel better?" I release her hand. It lingers in my stomach for a while. Then she takes it away. In the process, her fingers gently brush my dickhead. Startled she jerks her hand away. "Is that what I think it is..?" she asks nervously.

I take her hand and put it on my dick. She pulls it away as if my dick were a red-hot iron! "No! You're... naked!" she cries, visibly upset.

"And, for all practical purposes, so are you, my lady. Like I said, the playing field is now level. So now you have nothing to complain about." What I say, does not even make sense to me, but it gives her something to ponder. "The only difference is that I am doing all the work."

"What do you expect me to do?" she asks.

In response, I take her hand in mine and wrap it around my dick.

"No!" she says immediately, and tries to pull her hand away. However, I hold my hand firmly over hers on my dick. I know I'm screwing up badly and will most likely ruin the friendship, but I simply have to have this woman!

"Just hold it for a moment." I say. "Is that too much to ask?" I relax my hand. Her hand remains firmly around my dick. I remove my hand. She holds my dick without moving her hand at all. 

I slip my right hand between her open legs and massage her inner thigh dangerously close to her pussy. Her grip tightens around my dick, but still no motion at all. She seems almost too afraid to breathe. Her buttocks tighten every time my hand gets near her pussy. I massage her groin and occasionally allow my fingers to 'accidentally' brush the outside of her exposed pussy lip. Initially she winces every time I touch it, but gradually she relaxes. I put my hand over hers on my dick and give it a few happy tugs. She gets the message and her hand begins to move slowly up and down my dick under my hand. I remove my hand. Her hand keeps moving lightly up and down my dick.

I spread her legs. My hand moves to her groin. My fingers stroke lightly over her soft exposed pussy lip. Her free hand quickly lands on mine in protest. "Relax." I repeat. "Remember, we are talking exclusively about sensual pleasure. Concentrate only on the pleasure." She takes her hand away reluctantly and relaxes, her chest heaving as she breathes heavily. Her hand on my dick stops moving, but she does not remove it.

I massage harder on her pussy lip and work my hand gradually to the side. The lip slips completely out of her panties. The elastic leg band is now lying in her gash. I stroke her inner thigh, moving my hand ever so slightly higher and higher with every stroke. Her buttocks begin to move gently in anticipation. Then, without warning, I slip my hand over her bare pussy under her panties. Her soaking wet, fleshy cunt is now in my hand. She squeezes her legs together in defense, but in doing so she only traps my hand over her pussy between her legs. "No!" she complains. "Don't! Please..!"

I stroke her pussy. "What's in your hand?" I remind her. "I am not doing anything to you that you are not busy doing to me."

She thinks for a moment. Then she removes the eye mask with her free hand. "Jason, we are playing with fire ..." she says softly. "Remember, sex is out of the question." She relaxes her legs. Her hand begins to move again lightly over my dick. She parts her legs slightly to give me better access. I stroke her fleshy, velvet pussy lips gently. Immediately the intensity of her hand on my cock increases! Now we're getting somewhere!

My finger lands in her slippery slot. I stroke gently up and down over her erect clit. Her hips rock lightly against my hand. She groans audibly, her hand now pumping feverishly on my cock! If she carries on like this, I will shoot my load within seconds! 

I suddenly slip my hand in between her legs and take her pubic bone in my hand. Before she can respond, I lift her lower body off the table. Startled, she lets go of my dick and lifts her upper body so that she is standing on her hands and knees on the table. Wide-eyed, she glances over her shoulder towards me. "Wow! What was that? "

"Apologies. I just had to get you on your knees for the next therapy session. "I explain clumsily. She eyes me suspiciously for a moment, but remains on her hands and knees. What a breathtaking view from where I stand! Her firm buttocks in the air, and her large, firm breasts hanging so perfectly from her chest. Perfection!

I climb on the table and position myself on my knees behind her. I lean forward and massage her ribcage with long, slow strokes. My hands soon find their way around her chest until my fingers touch the soft sides of her breasts. I lean further forward, my hard cock pressing lightly against her soft pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. She shows no reaction. I stroke the sides of her chest with long, hard strokes while I rock back and forth. My dick slides up and down the crack of her butt. My eye catches the huge mirror on the wall next to us. Her full breasts are swinging provocatively to and fro as we sway together. My fingers glide over the soft sides and soon my hands fold over those luscious mounds. She gasps. My fingers find her nipples. I gently tug and roll them between my fingertips. She moans. Her buttocks start to move very lightly against my dick.

I lean over and get the bottle of Ylang Ylang oil. I pour some in my hands and I lean over her again. I take her two firm breasts in my hands and smear the oil generous over them, focusing mainly on her big brown nipples.

Then I lift my upper body, put my hands on her hips and pull her body tightly against my hard dick. My hips start to move and I fuck her "dry" through the thin panties. She rolls her hips and rubs her pussy against me, moaning softly. I lean forward over her and slip my hand in between her legs from the front. My fingers quickly find their way into her panties and I stroke her pubic hair while our lower bodies rub together. Her breathing is ragged! I work my hands deeper into her panties until my middle finger finds her hard clit. She gasps. I tickle it lightly with my finger. She lets out a loud moan and rocks her hips eagerly against me. I think she's almost ready for action!

I pulled away from her. "Turn around. Lie on your back. "I order softly. She rolls onto her back, her one hand moving ever so gently over her pussy and the other on her breast, her fingertip lightly scratching her nipple. Hiroyuki's Ylang Ylang is certainly doing its thing. I kneel between her open legs. Her fleshy pussy peeps provocatively at me through the thin material. I take the bottle of Ylang Ylang and pour a hefty dose on her pussy. Then I lean forward with my weight on my elbows. My dick is now very close to her pussy. I lower my head onto her left boob and take her hard nipple in my mouth. Almost immediately I feel her hands on my head drawing me tighter against her boob. She groans loudly as I gently nibble on her nipple.

Then she lifts my head from her breast. She looks at me passionately with those soulful blue eyes. "Kiss me." she whispers softly. I move forward and kiss her passionately while her arms fold around me. Her tongue darts into my mouth. My hand slips between our lower bodies and I put my dick in her willing slot.

"No! We can't." she says firmly. "Jason, we can't go all the way. Please..."

"It's OK, Jess. We won't. Just over the panties." I assure her. She raises her knees slightly and wraps her arms around me. I push forward. Her defenseless pussy lips open under the pressure and my dickhead pushes the oil drenched panties into her velvet pussy. Her legs fold around me. I fuck her progressively harder and my cock disappears deeper and deeper into her slick pussy. Her hips move hungrily to meet my thrusts.

When my dick is almost halfway inside her, she comes to her senses. She pushes me away gently. "I'm sorry. We can't. Jason, please. Don't expect this from me. I cannot do it." she pants.

I reluctantly roll off her. She lies on her back beside me. I draw her closer to me and kiss her. My hand slides slowly down her stomach and slips into the panties. She opens her legs again to receive me. My fingers end up in her soaking wet snatch. I rub the oil into her hard clit. Two fingers slip effortlessly deep into her smooth flesh tunnel. She moans and I feel her fingers folding around my dick. I finger her deep and hard as she feverishly wanks my dick. Her creamy juices makes pleasant clicking sounds as my fingers are frolicking happily in her slippery tunnel. Two fingers are stroking her G-spot hard and fast. Her pelvis is moving eagerly against my hand. She is enthralled, her fingers gently tugging on her nipple. The oil remains a winner! My fingers continue to work hard against the front wall of her vagina.

Suddenly, her hips start dancing around. "Stop!" she cries. "Wait! I'm going ... I'm going to pee!!" I stop immediately and take my fingers out of her. Not that I have a problem with a little pee, but to save her the embarrassment. "Thank you ..." she whispers, her chest heaving. 

Then she hops off the table and disappears into the loo. She returns a short while later, an embarrassed lookd on her face. She sits down next to me on the table. I pull her down beside me. She puts he arm around me and her head on my shoulder. I gently stroked her belly. 

"What have you done to me?" she asks.

"What do you mean?" I play dumb.

"My body ... It feels ... different." she says. "It tingles. Everything tingles!"

"And you find it unpleasant?" I ask.

"No, on the contrary! It's amazing, "she says." It just feels strange. I never felt like this before. "

"And just how do you feel..?" I ask.

"I feel... I feel aroused. Very aroused!" she replies'

"Yes, one should never underestimate Hiroyuki's Ylang Ylang." I laugh. My dick tingles too. It feels like it's going to snap off! It got its dose of Ylang Ylang when I screwed her through the oil drenched panties! I am so horny, I could fuck a goat! I just hope it has the same effect on her.

My fingers slide down her stomach and found the top elastic band of her panties. "May I?" I ask, and begin to push the panties down.

"Rather not." she says softly.

"Mine is off." I try to convince her.

"That is precisely the point. One of us will have to keep a cool head here, and it does not look it is going to be you." she says. "Without the panties I don't know whether I will be able to stop you."

"And if I promise not to enter you ..?" I ask nicely, putting on my pathetic, sad puppy-dog face.

She sighs. "Oh, well then..." she says, lifting her buttocks slightly. "But remember, you promised. No sex." I push the oil drenched panties over her hips, take it off and drop it on the floor. Her pussy is so beautiful, I simply have to taste it. I reach for my T-shirt and wipe the Ylang Ylang off her. I move down slightly, kneeling over her with my lower body over her face and lower my mouth on her fleshy pussy. She spreads her legs in anticipation. With my index finger I pull back the sheath of her clit to expose the pale pink pearl. I tickle it gently and swiftly with the tip of my tongue. She groans loudly and her hips start moving about restlessly. Her hands pulls my head closer to her pussy. Soon her labia are glistening wet with her juices again. I stick my tongue as deep as I can into her drenched pussy and munch hungrily on it while she lies tossing and turning, moaning with pleasure. Heaven!

Then her hand closes around my rock hard shaft. She gives it a few happy tugs. Then I feel a moist, warm softness engulfing the head of my dick as she wraps her luscious moth around it! I pushed my cock slowly deeper into her mouth as she greedily begins to suck it. I fuck her mouth gently while I feast on her cunt. My balls tingle! Sheer bliss!

I pull away from, turn around and kneel between her legs. Then I lean forward over her in the missionary position. I take her head between my hands and kiss her deeply. Her tongue darts into and she wraps her arms around me. I push forward gently with my lower body, my hard dick searching for its target. It soon finds it and I push slightly harder. I feel the soft, smooth defenseless collapse under the pressure. Her pussy lips stretch and wrap around my dickhead. She freezes. "No! Jason! You promised!" she says, trying to push me away.

"Shh... Relax. I won't. "I assure her. I lift my torso and drag my dickhead up and down her drenched slit and over her clit. Again her juicy pussy makes little smacking sounds as I fuck her slit very gently without penetrating. Her arms fold around me again. I push forward a little and my dickhead now lies against the soft, moist flesh of her vulnerable opening. I keep it motionless in that position, lean forward and kiss her passionately. Soon her lower body starts to move slightly against mine. I do not respond. She moves closer and rotates her hips so that my dick slides around in her juicy slit. It takes determination and a lot of self-control to resist ramming my dick in that teasing cunt! A promise is a promise, but if she continues like that, I am definitely going to fuck her, with or without her consent!

I pull away and kneel over her with my legs on either side of her body. I push her legs together with my knees and pour some Ylang Ylang oil her pussy. It runs down her pussy in between her thighs. Perfect! I lean forward and put my dick against the junction of her thigh below her pussy. I push down and my dick slides blissfully over her clit into the slippery gap formed by the soft flesh of her cunt and inner thighs. It feels almost like actually the real deal! I fuck her hard and deep while her lower body meets my every thrust. She is now completely relaxed and knows she can trust me. Her arms fold around my body. I can tell by her moaning and enthusiastic thrusting that she is really enjoying this!

I roll her on her side and position myself behind her back. Again I push my dick in between her thighs. She draws her knees up slightly. I put my arms around her and play with her tits while I dry fuck her. Her hand disappeared between her legs and she pushes my dickhead into her slit so my dick glides harmlessly through her slick gash and over her clit. Her hips are working hard against my lower body. I put my hand over hers and press slightly harder on my cock. My dickhead now sinks deep into her gash over the opening, then hits her pubic bone and glides harmlessly over her hard clit. Then I accidentally (I promise!) press slightly too hard and instead of gliding over her pubic bone it hits it square and slips underneath it about halfway into her slick pussy! I quickly pull it out with a half-hearted "Sorry!"

I do not want to ruin the situation and take my hand away. She is now in complete control. She applies pressure on my dick again and makes sure it slides deep through her slit over the entrance and then over her clit and pubic bone without any chance of penetrating. I relax. Now all I have to do is to fuck hard and deep while I play with her full firm tits... And I do so with gusto!

Then I roll away. "Lie on your back." I order.

She glances over her shoulder. "Sorry. My turn to give the orders. You lie on your back" she says with a smile, a mysterious look in those deep blue eyes.

Slightly taken aback, I meekly obey. She throws her leg over me and straddles my towering dick. She takes the Ylang Ylang oil and pour it on my dick. It runs down between my legs over my scrotum. Her fingers deftly wrap around my slippery cock and she starts to jerk me off. She rolls my slick dickhead around in her hand. Words cannot describe the sensation!

Then she stops. She sinks slowly down my dick. Is she really going to do it? She takes my dick in her hand and draws it several times up and down through her sopping wet slit. Then she pushes it flat on my stomach so that it points to my navel. She lowers her hips onto the bottom of my dick and I feel her puffy pussy lips open over the bottom of my shaft. She puts her hands on my chest and her hips begin to rock. Her slick pussy now glides back and forth across the length of my dick.

Her full, perfect breasts sway lazily to the rhythm of her hips. She moves faster and faster as I marvel at my dickhead appearing and disappearing under her fleshy cunt. She is driving me crazy!

Suddenly she stops. She leans forward. My dick shoots up from under her buttocks and points at a 45 degree angle towards her lower body. She leans forward and takes my head between her hands. Her tongue darts into my mouth. Her body starts moving against my dick. With her hands still holding my head and her lips against mine her smooth, sopping wet pussy searches for my dick. It finds it target and she positions herself so that my dick ends up in her soaking wet gash. "Ah ... Finally! Here it comes." I think. I put my arms around her and push up slightly to help her. I feel my dickhead slipping into her hungry hole!

But then she pulls away. "No! Just lie still." she orders softly. She eases off so that my dickhead lies against her entrance in her slick slit. Then her hips start its slow rolling motion which causes my dickhead to roll around in the soft, mushy folds of her gash. Heaven! Could this be the same woman who walked in here an hour ago..?

Her hips start moving more urgently against my dickhead. She is breathing heavily, moaning incessantly.

Then she stops again. She raises her hips and squats over me. She lines up my dick with her pussy and soon my dickhead is lying against her entrance again. Her hips start to rotate again. This time I have a clear view of the action. She stops and looks me in the eye, an expression of blatant lust on her face. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back. Her mouth opens and with a loud groan she slowly sinks down on my dick. "Oh God, this is good..!" I look on with awe as her hungry pussy devours my dick inch by inch until her buttocks rest against my scrotum. She is incredibly tight! My cock is buried to the hilt in that soft, creamy, velvet cunt! Then she starts riding me slowly. Her full breasts sway gently from side to side as her hips start to work. My dick disappears repeatedly into her hungry hole only to reappear every time, drenched with her creamy juices.

She leans forward again and takes my head between her hands. She kisses me passionately while her hips are now dancing at faster and faster on my dick. My nuts feel as if they can explode any minute! I put my hands on her hips and fuck her hard and fast.

She stops and gets off me. She pushes me away gently and stand on her hands and knees on the bed, her luscious ass pointing in my direction. I am only too happy to accept the invitation. I kneel behind her and put my shiny, swollen purple dickhead between her soaking wet pussy lips. With my hands on her hips I push forward slowly and watch as her hungry pussy engulfs my cock until my balls press against her clit. I pull out slowly until only the head remains inside her. My dick is dripping wet with her creamy juices. I lean over her and fuck her deep and slow. My left hand wraps around her firm left tit and my fingers tug and roll her tight nipple. My right hand slips down between her legs from the front and I stroke her clit gently but quickly. I increase the pace of my thrusting and feel my scrotum slap against her hard clit with each thrust. 




My Best Friend's Wife Ch. 02



She stops again and pushes me back gently away. She rolls onto her back and opens her legs invitingly. Again, I accept without hesitation. What a pleasure to fuck a woman who is not afraid to take the lead. I lean over her and take my weight on my elbows, my dick hovering above her juicy pussy. I push slightly forward and my dickhead finds that slippery slot with ease. Effortlessly it slips into her soaking wet velvety tunnel. Her legs fold around me. I fuck her deep and hard, and feel her nails biting into the flesh of my back. Her hips rock wildly, meeting my every stroke. She pulls my face to hers and kisses me deeply. Her breathing is ragged!

Then she stops. "Quick! Lie on your back." I roll off her onto my back. She quickly straddles me and slips my cock into her pussy. "Don't move." She leans forward and begins to fuck me with long, deep strokes. Her soft warm breasts feel heavenly against my chest.

Then she begins to whimper softly. Her hands become restless. Her whole body starts vibrating lightly. Then her body jolts. With a loud cry she explodes into a huge orgasm. Her body contracts rhythmically and convulsively and now bounces wildly on my dick. The sensation of her pussy contracting on my dick is unbearable. I pull her body tightly against mine and ram my dick balls deep into her hungry pussy. My balls explode!

With a loud roar I unleash jet after jet of hot come deep into her hungry cavern. Eventually my balls are spent. I lie motionless and exhausted underneath her. Her body still shudders lightly from her orgasm. Her whole body trembles. I put my arms around her and hold her until the spasms subside. Her chest is heaving.

She finally breaks the silence. "Wow..! That was incredible!" She sits up and lifts her body from me. My limp cock slips out of her and a blob of pale white, lukewarm cum runs out of her pussy onto my stomach. She looks down at it and smiles. Then she rolls off me and snuggles up next to me, her head on my shoulder. She puts her arms around me.

"Wow!" she says again. "That was undoubtedly one of the best experiences of my life. I don't know myself anymore." I decide to let her do the talking while I listen. "For the first time in my life I took the lead during sex. Did what I wanted to do. Up to now I was merely an instrument in my husband's hands. He always took the lead and I was happy with it. I was always afraid that he would think badly of me when I take the lead. Today it was so ridiculously easy! Where do you think the confidence came from so suddenly? "

I do not know what to say. "What does it matter where it came from? The important thing is that you now have it, and most of all that you keep it." I reply.

"As usual you are spot on again. Believe it or not, but today was the first time that I have cheated on my husband, whom I love dearly. The strange thing is that I do not really feel guilty. Is this abnormal? "

"Wow ... No, I do not think it's abnormal. Rather, I believe that monogamy goes against human nature." I explain.

"Monogamy..?" she looks puzzled.

"In short, I do not believe that we humans were intended to have only one sexual partner for the rest of our lives. I believe it's a natural human instinct to jump the fence now and again."

"You know, I think you're probably right. Here we sit, buck naked, and we are chatting as if it is the most natural thing in the world. A mere hour ago I would never have dreamt that I was capable of doing what I just did." she says honestly. "Everything is still so unreal... I cannot believe what I've done! I've done things that I would never even consider doing with my husband. I can't remember when I last had an orgasm with Derek, and now I just had two!" she says, an expression of guilt on her face. "This is just not me..."

"Oh, I wouldn't read too much into that." I reply, not wanting to take any credit. "It was probably nothing more than the excitement of a new partner."

"I'm not so sure... I've never even thought of being unfaithful to Derek. What's come over me?" She seems to be on a bit of a guilt trip.

"So are you saying that you've never even fantasized about having sex with other men?" I ask.

"Of course I have! What woman does not fantasize about it? But fantasizing is one thing. To live your fantasies is a whole different ball game, if you'll pardon the pun."

"How do your fantasies match up with what happened here this afternoon?" I venture.

"Wow ... Not even in my wildest dreams! It was the most exciting experience of my life! You, sir, are a dangerous man! One gets so carried away by the massaging and oils and aromatherapy that you eventually lose control." she says. "No wonder my friends never miss a visit to the masseur when they visit the big city." She stands up. "Speaking of oils, there is oil in places that I do not think Derek would appreciate. May I take a shower before I go?" she asks.

"Of course! There is a shower right next to the dressing room. Nice and big. Big enough for two ..."

"Are you suggesting something?" she asks sarcastically.

"Oh, but of course!" I reply.

"Well, it will have to be a quick shower. I'm already late." she explains with a naughty smile.

"Good enough for me." I grab her hand and walk with my arm around her through the locker room into the shower. Her big firm breasts bounce with every step.

I open the taps and stand behind her. I put liquid soap on her back and wash it with my bare hands. Then she turns around and I wash those incredible tits. They slip around evasively in my soapy hands.

She takes a bar of soap and washes my dick and scrotum thoroughly. Soon I have a raging hard-on again! I pull her close to me. My hard dick pushes impatiently against her soft underbelly just above her pussy.

"Is there time for a quickie?" I push my luck.

She smiles. "Mmm... It will have to be a quickie indeed. Like I said, I'm already running late." she says. Her hand moves faster on my soapy dick. I slip two fingers up her hungry hole while I suck her tit. She moans as I work her G-spot on the front wall of her vagina.

Then she turns around and pushes my hand away. She lifts her left leg high as she leans against the shower wall. My dick is now perfectly lined up with her pussy. She takes it in her hand and puts my dickhead against her opening. I push forward slowly and she groans as my cock sink into body again. "Don't wait for me. I'm good." she whispers. I put my arms around her, kiss her and fuck her deep and hard. Soon my balls begin to tingle. She lowers her head and nibbles on my nipple (probably the most underrated part of a man's anatomy). It drives me nuts! I put my hands on her tight ass, push her against the shower wall and fuck her as hard as I can. She moans and grunts and her fingernails bite into my back. Then my balls explode and with a good few grunts and moans of my own, I empty them inside her hungry pussy. I lean against her, huffing and puffing with my arms around her. Then I feel my limp dick slip out of her slick pussy. I let go of her and step back. A pale white streamlet of cum runs down her inner thigh. She looks at it and smiles with satisfaction. Then she cleans up and steps out of the shower.

I dry myself and then watch her drying her pitch black hair with a large towel. Her big, firm breasts sway lazily with the rhythm of her arms. Her nipples are now large and relaxed. It is such an erotic scene that my cock begins to stir again.

"Any regrets..?" I ask cautiously.

She puts her incredibly sexy panties on. Again her breasts move provocatively as she steps into them, one leg at a time. She thinks for a while. "No, not at all. But I must confess, I had no idea what I was letting myself in for." She pulls the panties up high. Her cameltoe is clearly visible.

"When will I see you for your next session?" I ask boldly. "I have plenty more to offer..." I tease

"Mmm ... The million dollar question. Who knows? Would you like me to..? "she throws the question back at me while putting on her very flimsy bra. She arranges her boobs in the bra. Her big nipples are clearly visible through the thin material. My dick is raging again! I try to hide it with my hands.

"Well, I really enjoyed the afternoon with you. So yes, I would like to see you again." I answered honestly.

"I suppose in the privacy of your massage room, of course?" she teases. "I must admit that I have also enjoyed being with you. I am very attracted to you. I'm not sure what it is... Infatuation? A crush? Is it love? Maybe just lust? Is there even a difference between love and lust? And what about Derek ..?" she asks the inevitable question.

"Derek is a very good friend. And it bothers me that I am doing this to him. But how does the saying go again? 'What the eye don't see, the heart does not grieve over'." Immediately I regret having said that. In reality it is more a case of 'A stiff cock has no conscience...' But I so desperately want to see her again.

"Ouch! That's not fair..." she replies. She ponders for a while." How will I ever be able to look him in the eye? He is a good man and husband. He does not deserve this." The guilt trip continues. She pulls her dress over her head and asks me to do up the zipper. I raise my hands. She immediately notices my raging hard-on! "Never! I don't believe it! You're bad news... It is very tempting, but I really cannot. I'm already late." She smiles

"Never mind, I understand. There's always next time." I say, doing up her zipper.

She digs in the beach bag. "Can you get my bill so I can settle with you?" she says.

I'm very tempted to say "You already have!" but I bite my tongue. "Please. There is no way I'll take your money." I answer.

"Are you sure?" she asks.

"Hundred percent." I say, smiling. "I'd feel like a whore if I did."

She laughs and throws her bag over her shoulder. I quickly slip into my shorts and pull my golf shirt over my head. I walk her to the front door. "Thank you, then. And remember, today never happened..." she says. She leans over and kisses me on the cheek.

"No idea what you're referring to." I reply, acting dumb.

She laughs. "I'll call you." she says, and trots off to her car. I wave and watch her drive off, wondering what this afternoon's shenanigans will lead to. Then I suddenly remember the video camera that is still recording in the massage room...