18 comments/ 84704 views/ 12 favorites One Winter Night By: rbo The following actually occurred in late February 2005. Since this is not something I would normally discuss with friends and relatives, I decided to write it out and post it anonymously. I am obviously not a writer, just someone who needed to get this off his chest. I left out our names for the sake of anonymity. We have been playing this little game for a few years, getting slightly bolder each time. The last time, we ended the evening at a local swingers' club. We sat on one of the benches that surrounded the dance floor. Some guys approached her. I just sat and watched these men try to pick her up. She politely chatted with them, but it went no further than that. She had had a bit to drink, and she had positioned herself so I was able to slip my hand under her skirt without it being obvious to those around us. It was exciting to watch her chatting away with total strangers while I played with her clitoris. She got so turned-on that she actually had an orgasm while continuing her conversation. The guys talking to her didn't seem to notice, but I did get a few knowing smiles from some gentlemen who had been watching us from across the room. A couple of times a year, we would go to the city. These were the times that we played our little game. The game itself was not something we discussed, but we were both aware that that is exactly what it was. We would go to some small nightclub and get a little drunk. I would encourage her to act a little loose, which she would at first resist. Later, after a few drinks, she would get more willing. I would ask her do things like remove her bra and panties and undo a couple of buttons on her blouse. I got a kick out of seeing guys peering down her shirt, trying to catch a glimpse of her barely covered breasts while she talked to them and thinking about how a wrong move in her skirt could provide a lucky guy with a wonderful view. We arrived at a small dance club we had been to before. I found a table for us close to the dance floor and went to get some drinks. When I returned with the drinks, a few men were talking to my wife. I handed her a drink and told her I needed to use the restroom. The club was filling up and as I made my way through the crowd, I glanced back, but could no longer see her. I thought that I would just casually find a spot to watch her from, to see what was happening, before rejoining her. When I found a spot where I could see her, I noticed that there was now only one guy talking to her. I stood there for a few minutes and then made my way back. John introduced himself and asked if I minded if he asked her to dance. I said that I didn't mind, but it was up to her. John asked her and she said not right now but maybe a little later, he thanked her and said that he would be back. After a few drinks, she excused herself and went to the ladies room. By this time the small club was full of people. She returned a short time later and I immediately noticed that she was no longer wearing a bra. I smiled and gave her a kiss. "You like it", she asked. "Of course", I replied. We were dancing when I noticed John standing back at our table. I asked her if she still wanted to dance with him. She said "Why not", as we walked back over to the table. "So, you ready?" John said. "Sure," my wife replied. He took her hand and led her out to the crowded dance floor. I walked over to the bar a got myself another drink. From where I was standing, I could see my wife dancing with John. He had his hands on her waist and when she turned, I saw his hand slide up and across her chest. She didn't seem to mind and kept on dancing, now with her back to him. I doubt she could see me watching her because of the lights above the dance floor. By her motions, I could tell that he had moved in close behind her and she was grinding her ass against him. His arms were now wrapped around her, pulling her toward him. I saw his head bow down and he either whispered something or blew in her ear. She leaned her head back and placed her hands on his hips. They were moving together in rhythm to the music. He spun her around and pulled her tightly against him while continuing the gyration. It was quite a site. The song ended and they walked back toward our table. I made my way back as well and saw him kiss her on the cheek and say something I couldn't hear. As I walked up, he thanked me and went back into the crowd. "So how was it?" I asked and handed her another drink. "It was fun. He asked if we could dance again later and I said ok. You don't mind, do you?" "Of course not," I replied. I told her that I had seen them dancing and it looked like he was really enjoying it. "I know," she said. "I think he was getting aroused." "Did it turn you on?" "Yes," she replied. "Do you want more?" I asked. She looked at me strangely and said "What do you mean by that?" "Nothing," I replied. "You sure it isn't bothering you?" "No, it's fine." I said. About an hour later, the crowd had thinned a little and I noticed John looking at us from the bar. I excused myself and went to the restroom. When I came back, they were dancing again. This time when the song ended, I could see him asking my wife for one more dance. A slow song came on and she agreed. They were pressed close together and I could see my wife's hands on his shoulders. He had his hands on the small of her back and was working his way down. I was interested in seeing just how far down they would be allowed to go. As they swayed back and forth he continued to slowly slide his hands down to her ass. To my surprise, she didn't stop him. My wife's hands had wandered as well and were now situated just in about the same place on his ass. He turned, and I could see her hand slide and pause on, what was presumably, his hardening cock. She felt it for a couple of seconds and slowly moved her hands back to his hips. One of his hands had now slid between them and, I assume, onto her pussy. That must have been what happened, because she seemed a little startled and quickly looked around. The song ended and she came back to our table. "Did you see?" she looked at me worryingly. "Yes." "Are you mad?" "No." I said. As a matter of fact, I was pretty turned on. "What happened?" She proceeded to tell me what had happened, most I had already seen. I asked her if she had felt his cock. She told me that she had. I asked her if it had turned her on. She told me that it had. I asked her if she wanted more. She hesitated. I have always had fantasies regarding my wife and another man. I wasn't sure if I could actually handle it in reality, but just thinking about it really turned me on. I had mentioned this fantasy to her on one occasion, but she seemed pretty cool to the idea, so I never said anything more about it. Now it seemed that this exact situation had presented itself to us. After she had felt his cock through his pants, he asked her if it turned her on. She told him it did and that is when he slid his hand, not on top of, but under her skirt, and, since she wasn't wearing any panties, she let him finger her wet pussy. That is what had startled her. I leaned over and kissed her. I thought about this guy sticking his fingers in my wife's pussy. I thought about her actually fucking him. If ever there was an opportunity, it was now. I looked her in the eye and told her that I was thinking about her fucking him and that it would really turn me on, if she wanted to do it. She didn't answer for a minute and then said that she didn't want to ruin our marriage with such a dangerous game. I told her that I was perfectly alright with it, but it was up to her. I went back to the bar to get another drink. I figured that I had basically given my permission for her to do whatever she liked, and now it was up to her. Of course, my stomach was in knots over what might happen next. As I waited to be served, I saw John moving toward our table. I could see them talking. John handed something to my wife, kissed her on the cheek, and then left the club. I got our drinks and went back to the table. "What did he say?" I asked. "He said that he would like me to meet him out front, his apartment is down the street." She handed me the slip of paper he had given her. It was an address. "Is this his address?" I asked. "Yes, so you know exactly where I am. I told him that you wanted me to fuck him." She looked directly at me and seemed to be waiting for me to say something. This was it. I had the strangest sensation of complete arousal accompanied by a feeling that I was going to throw-up. "I'll wait here for you." I said. She looked at me for a while, got up and kissed me, picked up her coat and made for the door. Before going out, she turned and looked at me as if to give me one last chance to reconsider. I smiled at her and motioned as if to say 'what are you waiting for, go'. With that she turned and walked out the door. Understand that, during the time I sat waiting, I actually was trying to think of exactly what to say to her when she got back. Should I tell her how turned on I was? Should I act like nothing happened and wait for her to say something? If I did that, would she take it the wrong way and assume that I had had a change of heart? Maybe she had regrets or felt pushed into this situation. She could definitely view this as being for the most part, my fault. Of course most of that time, I was thinking about the fact that my wife was, at that moment, being fucked by a complete stranger. Later, after what had been the longest 2 hours of my life, I saw her come in. I was sitting where she had left me. She looked at me, I smiled, and she smiled back. I got up, went over to her and gave her a long, passionate kiss. She asked if we could leave and maybe just walk for a while. "Sure." I said. As we walked through the city, I waited for her to say something. After about ten minutes, I couldn't stand it anymore and asked her if she would like to talk about it. She looked at me for a while before speaking. "Are you sure you want to hear this?" "I'm sure." "Well first, let me say that I really love you," she started. I nodded and kissed her. "When I walked outside, he was there waiting for me. I was very nervous and excited. I kept thinking that this was crazy and maybe I should just send him on his way. I think he noticed how uncomfortable I was, but he took my hand and led me the couple of blocks to his apartment building." She stopped and looked at me. "Go on," I said. "As we walked up the stairs of his building, he reached his hand under my skirt and started rubbing my pussy. I had an orgasm before we reached his floor. When we got to his front door, he turned to me and asked if I was doing this for me or for you. I told him that it was a little of both." I could see that she was struggling with telling me what happened. "Honey, please tell me everything. I don't want you to feel guilty for something we both wanted." She looked away and quietly continued. "He took me in his arms and started to kiss me. I was on fire, I wanted him so bad. I undid his pants and pulled out his cock. He pushed up my skirt and he fucked me right against his front door. I looked down the hall and saw some guy just staring at us while he was fucking me. I stared right back at him, not caring in the least that he saw us. I eventually whispered to John that we were being watched, whereas he finally got the front door open and carried me in, his hard cock still buried deep inside of me. Once inside his apartment, he pulled himself out of me and he asked me to slowly undress for him. He went and sat on the couch, holding his rock hard cock in his hand. I slowly undid my blouse and exposed my breasts. I could see that he was happy with what he saw. I undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I was now standing completely naked in front of him. He said that he wanted me to get myself off. I licked my fingers and started rubbing my pussy, while pulling at my nipples with the other hand. I was so wet, I started fingering myself. I could see that he was about to explode and I wanted to taste it, so I knelt down and took his hard cock into my mouth and sucked it as hard as I could." She paused again. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I tried to remain calm, I felt myself getting aroused as I imagined my wife sucking this guy's dick. The difference from my fantasy, of course, was the reality that this had actually just happened. My stomach started to tighten up, but I urged her to go on. "After a couple of minutes, he came in my mouth. I let his cum drip down my chin onto my breasts and stood up. He grabbed me, bent me over and started licking my ass. His hands grabbed at my nipples and stroked my pussy. He laid back on the couch and brought me down onto his face. I could feel his tongue deep inside me, while he frantically rubbed my clitoris. I saw that his cock was starting to harden again so I bent forward and started to suck it. When I started to cum, he turned me over and drove his cock inside me. He fucked me so hard that I came again and again. When he was about to cum he pulled out his cock and came all over my breasts and stomach. We laid there for a while and he asked me if I would like to take a shower. Being covered in his cum, I accepted. He led me into the shower and started washing me. I could feel myself getting excited and started to wash him as well. Paying extra attention to his cock got him aroused again and before long we were fucking in the shower. We finished and got dressed, he brought me a glass of wine, and we just sat there quietly. I really didn't know what to say and all I could think about was you. I asked him to walk me back, and he did. Before he dropped me off, he gave me his number and told me that he would really like to see me again. I told him thanks, but no. He kissed me and left, and I just stood out front thinking about what had just happened, and about you." She looked down and said nothing more. She was waiting for my response. I was a little taken aback by how forthright she had been in her description of her encounter with John. I knew that I needed to say something, to show that my feelings for her had not been diminished, that she had done it as much for me as for her. I took her in my arms and kissed her. This mouth had, not too long ago, been wrapped around another man's cock. It was a surreal situation. I looked at her and gathered my thoughts. "My love," I began, "what happened tonight was as much my wish as yours. I've been fantasizing about this for such a long time and I still can't believe that it actually happened. I know for sure that this hasn't changed the way I feel about you, I only hope it hasn't changed the way you feel about me." She looked at me and I could see a tear running down her face. "Take me home," she said. That night, we made love. One Winter Night In Colorado Call it a sympathy fuck if you want, but that’s what my friend’s new wife gave me. As I usually travel a lot with my job, I had to make a trip to Colorado. Going to the Denver area, in the middle of January was not my idea of fun, but at least I could look up an old friend. Mike had lived there for the last five years. He and I are both 22 years old now, and it was in the middle of our junior year, that his dad had to transfer with his job. I had not kept in touch with him, although I knew how to get hold of him. I looked at this as a positive thing, since we would be able to catch up on what had gone on in our lives. I made my trip to Denver, rented a car, and went to my hotel to check in. My business meetings were not to start for two more days, on Monday morning. I called Mike, telling him I was in town, wondering if we could get together for a few hours. He thought that was great, telling me to come this afternoon. We made a quick conversation about how to get to his house, which would end up being about an hour drive. Since it was already 2:00pm, I left right after our conversation. The drive was long, and it was snowing quite hard. I was not sure if I had the right house when I drove up, but this was where the directions led me. As I drove up, in front of the house, I could see a young woman shoveling the fresh fallen snow off the front porch. She finished up, just as I parked my car, and got out. As I started walking up the snow-packed driveway, she leaned her shovel against the house and started toward me. “You must be Dan, right”, she asked? “Yes, hi, I’m Dan Hill”, I answered. “Oh, good, Mike said you were coming today, and to watch for you”, she said, smiling sweetly. “Is Dan here”? “No, you just missed him", she replied. "He got called out on an emergency, caused by this latest snowfall. Don’t worry though, he’ll be back in a few hours. Come on in out of the cold", she said, leading the way. I knew that Dan worked with the State Highway Department, here in Colorado, so I thought he must be involved somehow with the highway snow removal process. As we entered the house, she turned to me, and introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Jenny”, she said, holding out her hand. I shook her hand, telling her I was glad to meet her. “You are obviously Dan’s wife, right”, I suspected? “That’s right. We’ve been married a little over four months, now”. We still stood in the door area, as she was taking off all of her winter clothes. As I removed my coat, she took it from me, hanging it in the coat closet, along with her coat and insulated overalls. She kicked off her boots, and now stood before me in faded jeans and a plain, white tee shirt. Because my shoes were wet and snowy, I removed them, leaving me in my socks. She gestured for me to follow her to the living room to have a seat. It was nice and warm in the house as a fire was burning in the fireplace. As I followed her in, I couldn’t help looking at her. She looked to be about 5’7” tall and about 115 pounds. She had a really nice body, her ass swaying sexily as she walked. I was taken with her breasts, as well. They were not any bigger than about a 34B, but they seemed so firm and bouncy, as she walked. Maybe it was the cold weather, but her nipples pushed against her bra and oversized tee shirt. Unfortunately, her physical attributes brought back painful memories, since she was built a lot like my wife used to be. It was an uncanny resemblance, even down to the style of her shiny hair. Where my wife had brown hair, Jenny’s hair is blond, and fairly thick, sitting just at shoulder length. I sat on the couch as Jenny sat in a wood rocking chair, a few feet away. As I got a chance to really look at her face, I was astounded at how much she looked like the actress and playmate, Brittany Daniel. We began to talk, getting to know each other. “Mike tells me that the two of you were close friends back in high school”, she began the conversation. “Ya, we had a lot of great times together, until his family moved, during our Junior Year”, I responded. “Being the same age, and growing up as neighbors, we certainly made a lot of memories together". “Well, Mike is 22 years old, so you must be about that age too, right”, she asked? I told her that I was 22, and that Mike and I hadn’t seen each other in 5 years. “I didn’t know he was married, so when I drove up, I was not sure I had the right house”. “Ya, like I said, it has been four months now, so I guess we’re still Newlyweds”, she gave a coy smile. "Mike and I dated for about 6 months before getting married, so we’ve known each other just short of a year”. She went on to tell me that she was now 20 years old. Though I didn’t tell Jenny, all of this talk about marriage was getting me depressed. “So, are you married”, Jenny asked? I was hoping to not talk about it, but I realized I needed to get it out of the way, so I didn’t have to worry about it anymore. “Uh ..I was, but not anymore”, I answered solemnly. “My wife, Candice, was killed by a drunk driver”, I said, as my eyes welled up with tears. “Oh my God, I am so sorry”, she pined quickly. “I didn’t mean to bring it up”, she added, trying to repair the situation. “It’s not your fault, you didn’t know”. "Besides, I suppose I need to talk about it in order to get over it”, I explained. “We were married exactly one year”. "My wife,..Candice,.. well, she was coming home from work, and the drunk driver crossed lanes, hitting her head on”, I said, fighting back tears. “It was our one-year anniversary”. “She’s been gone now for six months, and I miss her terribly”, I whispered, with a shaky voice. I was trying to hide the fact that I was hurting. You know, it’s that painful sensation that you get back in your throat and up under your jaw. Jenny, not really knowing me, but caring deeply for me, moved over next to me on the couch. She put her arm around me, patting me on the back. Though she didn’t need to, she again apologized for the awkward conversation. This gesture of love and caring put me over the edge, as I began to openly weep. I was trying for all I was worth to stifle it, clenching my jaw, but having no luck. The situation was uncomfortable, especially knowing I had not been with a woman since Candice died. Any sexual relief that I enjoyed had come from getting my own rocks off, usually in the shower. In this case, I was being reminded of my wife, and here sat Jenny, my friend’s wife, with her arm around me. She was patting me and softly caressing my back. In any other situation, it would not have mattered but, at this point in time, I was getting quite aroused. I finally regained my composure, looking out the living room window. The snow was really falling now, and the wind had picked up. Jenny didn’t say anything, at the time, but she looked worried. I finally made a comment about the snow, saying, “I knew it was winter here, but I didn’t expect this”. Jenny was quick to add, “This is actually quite bad, right now”. “Hopefully it will let up, because if it doesn’t, Mike won’t get home any time soon”, she added. She went on telling me how he logs a lot of overtime, during severe winter storms. “I kind of hope it lets up too, since I don’t know if I should be driving back to my hotel in this type of storm”. “Oh, no doubt about it”, she remarked. “This is a pretty bad (White-Out)”, she said with worry in her voice. “Until things change, you’re not going anywhere. Just in case you can’t leave, do you have your bags in your rental car, or did you leave them at your hotel”? “Well, I do have my bags in the trunk, although I have checked into the hotel”. She looked at me; her eyes showed me she was serious and worried. “I don’t want to alarm you, Dan, but you may need to stay here tonight. This type of weather is nothing to take lightly, and if it does not let up pretty quick, you’re staying”. She suggested that I go out to the car, and move it up into the driveway. “While you are out there, bring your stuff inside with you”. I looked at her, and I could tell she was not yanking my chain. “Ya, ok, I’ll do that now, while I can still see the car”, I agreed. “When you get back inside, just make yourself at home. I’m going to take a quick shower and clean up a bit”, she said. She pointed out the television controls and showed me to the refrigerator, in case I would like a beer or a Pepsi. I got my car relocated, and was glad I did it then, because it was already getting buried with snow. After I came back into the house, I took off my coat again and went to sit my travel bag in the hallway. It was quite by accident, but when I turned to go back into the living room, I caught a glimpse of Jenny, in her bedroom. I froze in place, and I felt like I couldn’t quit staring at her. I was looking down the hallway. Her door was halfway open, with a door-sized, full-length mirror on it. I was actually seeing a reflection of Jenny, in the mirror. She stood, totally naked. Her back was mostly toward me, but I had a full on-side view of her. She was moving casually, as she had finished kicking her clothes away from around her sexy feet. Luckily I was able to move slightly out of her view before she could see me. I felt very embarrassed for having seen her like that, but I was also very turned on. I couldn’t believe what a shock to my sex-starved system it was. My heart was pounding and my hands trembled with anticipation. I was now carefully out of her sight, so she could not see me, but I still tried to see her. I couldn’t help it, as I stood, mesmerized at her beauty. I think that what I hoped for, at that particular moment, was to see her turn, thereby giving me another view. I was getting horny, and she did exactly what I wanted her to do. She turned toward me, rewarding me with a full frontal view of her very fit body. I guess I didn’t think about it, but her bathroom was across the hall. I take for granted that my bathroom, at home, is accessible from the master bedroom, so I was not expecting her to walk out of her room. She walked out and into the hallway, entering the bathroom. Was it an accident, or just casual, I wondered? In the brief moments that I saw her walking to the bathroom, I experienced a real treat. Her tits were very pert, standing firmly outward, with very little sag. Her pussy was mostly shaved but with a neatly trimmed triangle of hair on top. Her pussy lips were slightly off tone to the rest of her skin, having just a slight pinkish hue and somewhat puffy. I also had another realization. She was a natural blond. I liked the way I was able to find that out, as I cocked my chin slightly upward. After she disappeared into the bathroom, I sighed, and relaxed, realizing I had a hard-on, straining in my tight Levi jeans. Frustrated and yet confused, is another way of describing my condition. I went into the spacious living room to watch some television, trying to forget what I had seen. I looked out the window to the dark sky; the wind was still blowing hard. My mind wandered to my friend Mike, wondering if he would get home at all. I felt like the whole situation was surreal. I had not yet seen my long-time friend, yet I had seen his new, 20 year old wife, naked. My insides seemed to churn with anticipation. In the back of my mind, I was listening to the shower running. I guess my thoughts were still on Jenny, even though I was trying to get over the vision of her soft, pale flesh. I found myself rubbing my swollen cock, through my pants. I was in the wrong place to do so, but I had the need to get my rocks off. I exhaled a deep breath, knowing it would have to wait. I heard the shower stop, and I listened intently as Jenny moved mysteriously, in the bathroom. At that moment the phone rang, startling me, causing me to jump. I was stunned and just stared at it on the end table. Jenny came bounding out of the bathroom, wrapping her robe around her, as she ran to the phone. She was still wet, her hair dangling in her eyes, and the wetness causing the robe to cling to her sexy curves. She had managed to tie the robe sufficiently by the time she answered the phone. She was an alluring dream, wreaking havoc on my heart, as she sat down on the couch. “Hello”, I heard her say. “Well, when do you think it will be”? It was obvious that Mike had called and I was hearing a one-sided conversation. “I love you, too”, I heard her tell Mike. “No, don’t worry, I already told him he would need to stay. Well, we have the mattress in the family room”. At this point, I was feeling like a I had become a burden. I felt like I was in the way, and causing an inconvenience. I could tell that they were discussing where to have me sleep, and knowing this made me nervous. I did not want to put them out, and I worried yet again, whether Mike would get home or not. As Jenny talked on the phone, I sat in the rocking chair, not five feet in front of her. I was trying to cover my erection by leaning forward, my elbows resting on my knees. I was keenly aware that I had an almost unobstructed view of Jenny’s crotch. Her elusive mound was only hidden by a few inches of terry cloth. The sight was intoxicatingly hot. Jenny’s light blue robe, though long enough, had split open below the waist, when she sat down. I don’t think she realized it, and I was trying hard not to be caught staring. Caught up in the phone conversation, her entire legs were showing, as the split robe had fallen easily along both sides of her long, well-toned legs. With guilt, I imagined myself kissing her smooth inner thighs. In the moments that seemed to go on for a lifetime, I also determined that she had very smooth, freshly shaved legs, adorned by a gold chain around one ankle. Her toenails were trimmed neatly and painted with a clear, pink tinted polish. Dare I say my hard, nine-inch cock decided to hang around? My trance was ended as I heard Jenny ending her conversation. “Ok dear, be careful, and we’ll see ya soon”. “Bye, bye”. As the near-naked woman hung up the phone, I was nervous. I wanted to tell her that I would just leave, but before I formed any words, she spoke first. She smiled, looking directly into my eyes. “I have good news and bad news, which would you like first”, she teased, with a grin? “You need to give me the bad news first”, I admitted with anxiety. I think she could sense my nervousness, and she clasped her hands together, in front of her, still smiling. “The bad news is that they expect this storm to last until about 3:00am”, she said with a calming effect. She still tried to put me at ease, by quickly adding, “Mike is headed home, and will be here within an hour”. I was quite relieved to hear that he was on his way home, but I was still feeling like a burden. In the meantime, I noticed that Jenny had not yet tried to reposition her robe. In fact, she had shifted slightly more towards me. Although I didn’t dare take a peak, I knew for sure, that her beaver was in view. Her eyes were still locked onto mine, so, for me to try to take a look at her slightly swollen pussy, would be very obvious. Looking at me, with her sparkling gray eyes, she told me that her and Mike agreed that it was best to stay over night. “You never did tell me the good news”, I stammered. “Yes, I did just now”, she was quick to say. "We don’t have a guest bedroom, but we have a good mattress that we use for guests. It’s in the family room, and once I get it made up, it’s as good as a bed”, she added, putting me at ease with her soft voice. “I don’t want to put you out”, I said. “Don’t be silly”. “Besides, there is no way you’re driving back to the hotel in this weather”, she calmly, yet firmly stated. She had a good way of making me feel at ease. I could sense true charity and concern in her voice. It was clear to me that she meant every word. There was a slight pause in our conversation, so she stood up and told me to follow her. As I stood, I had another fear. I hoped she would not turn around and see my cock bulge. Leading the way, she said she wanted to show me where I would sleep. “Go ahead and bring your travel bag, and we’ll get you set up”, she added, glancing over her shoulder. I grabbed it on our way to the family room, only too happy to use it to hide my arousal. Following her was a pleasant treat. Her petite ass cheeks were clinging to her robe, giving my imagination a pretty good idea of reality. The dampness of her skin had made the robe stay snugly in the crack of her small ass. She opened a door on the other side of the well lit kitchen, leading me into a cozy family room. With a big couch and an entertainment center, it would be crowded for a mattress, but I tried to mind my Ps & Qs. I sat my bag down, looking around. I then saw the mattress, as she pointed to it, leaning on the wall behind the couch. “If you wouldn’t mind, could you help me to drag the mattress over to the center”, she asked, her robe gaping open around her firm tits? “Ya, no problem”, I stated, already grabbing hold of it. She tried to help, but I stopped her, saying I had it ok. Just as I was placing it in position, I caught her staring at the huge lump in my pants. She stared for several seconds, and then shifted her questioning eyes to mine... As she did this, embarrassment took over and I rapidly looked elsewhere, trying to defuse the situation. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds more, and then beginning to speak, she made her eyes look off to the side. "Well, why don’t you go ahead and relax. After I finish getting my hair brushed and throw on something to wear, I’ll get the bed made up". The way she made those last comments made me feel guilty and embarrassed. I wondered if seeing my hard cock bulge had made her feel uneasy, here, in her own home. I tried to forget it, and wanting to hide forever, I headed back to the living room. She didn’t come out of her bedroom, which made me even more fearful, that I may have offended her. As I toiled over the situation, I was pleased to see lights, through the living room window. It was a large snowplow, with a yellow flashing beacon on top. With a great deal of relief, I knew it was Mike, finally getting home. I noted the time to be 6:30pm. Mike actually got clear inside the house, and was greeting me with a handshake before Jenny came out of their bedroom. I tried not to look at his wife, but I did notice that she had merely put on a pair of sweats, and her hair was brushed nicely. I worried that my very thoughts might give me away, as a thief of something so precious to him. “My God, it’s good to see you”, Mike said. “Ya, you too”, I gave a clumzy reply. He began to apologize for missing my arrival, but I quickly told him not to worry. I told him that I was ok, and in no big hurry since the storm held us captive. I also told him how Jenny had been so kind in looking after me. He was proud, adding, “ya, she’s great”, as he pulled her to him in a hug. I just acted as normal as possible while Mike gave her a long kiss. In my mind, it was I, who was tasting Jenny's soft lips. I believed she was thinking about my situation, and the fact that I had told her about my wife, because she pulled away from him, throwing a nervous glance my way. Before he could say anything or get suspicious, she said, “lets get these wet clothes off before you get sick”, as she started pulling him down the hall. As they walked away, Mike told me he was going to grab a hot shower, and would be right out. One Winter Night In Colorado I again went to watching the TV as I waited. That uncomfortable feeling settled in again, as both of them were gone for quite a while. I heard Mike open his bedroom door and then enter the bathroom. Right after I heard the shower start, Jenny emerged, carrying sheets and blankets. She headed right for the family room to make the bed. I decided to follow her, watching her hair dance from side to side, as she walked. Trying to think of someting to say, I asked her if I could help, as we entered the family room? She was her cheerful self again, and I focused on her perfect, white teeth, as she smiled brightly. “No, no problem, it won’t take but a few minutes to get the bed made”, she said, kneeling down on the mattress. From my view, I was looking at the bottoms of two, sexy, dainty feet. There were no rough contours, as her feet looked young and well kept. She then pointed to another door, on the far side of the family room. “The washer and dryer are in there”, she nodded. “I’ll try not to bother you, but unfortunately, I will need to make a few trips in and out of there, this evening”. If she only knew how much I would appreciate being bothered, I thought. She went on to tell how Mike had gone through several sets of work clothes in the last few days, with all the overtime he was putting in. “Oh, not a problem”, I responded. “I just feel very lucky that you two are being so kind to me. It’s your home, so just do whatever you need to”, I added. “Dan, you are so sweet”, she said smiling, tilting her head slightly. I looked into her eyes, and I could feel something. I don’t know how to describe it, but there was a certain chemistry that was not there earlier in the day. It was like a barrier between us had disolved, bringing us closer on a subconscious level. I couldn’t take my gaze away from her eyes, as they seemed to communicate with mine. She had the most alluring, sensual, dark gray eyes that I had ever seen. I had seen a lot of blue or brown-eyed girls, but never dark gray. It’s hard to explain, but her gaze seemed to burn right through me, making my heart pound faster. I watched and made small talk while she finished the bed. Every time she reached or stretched, smoothing the bedding, a part of me wanted to make love to her. It did indeed look comfortable, and I new I would sleep well, that is, if I could keep my thoughts in order. I noticed that the mattress left only a few feet between it and the entertainment center. A crazy thing to think about I guess, but I wondered how she would walk past there safely, if she were carrying a basket of clothes. Oh well. As we were both going back into the kitchen, Mike came out from his shower. He was dressed in gray sweat pants and a Denver Broncos tee shirt. It was then that he said, “pardon how I look, but I don’t have much to wear, until the clothes get washed”. “Ah, no problem by me”, I responded. “What do you guys want to eat for dinner”, Jenny quizzed, twirling a finger through her shoulder length hair? Mike told her that a couple of those frozen pizzas, from the freezer, would be ok. She agreed and pulled them out. “Why don’t you two go into the living room and talk and relax for a while”, she suggested? “I’ll get the pizzas cooking and start a load of clothes in the washer”, she added. We did just that, knowing we would have about twenty minutes before dinner. In the living room, I took a seat in the rocking chair. Mike closed the curtains and turned off the TV. Looking my way, he then took on a more serious tone, sitting next to me. “Hey, Dan”, Mike said, getting my attention. I looked at him, knowing something was on his mind. “I don’t want to upset you, so I’ll make it quick. Jenny told me about your wife”. I looked down toward the floor, almost feeling my body chemistry changing. “Anyway, I just wanted to say how sorry I am to hear about her death”. “Thanks for your concern, and I’m getting over it. I kind of struggled with it earlier today, but I go in spurts, like that”. Usually, if I keep myself busy, I don’t worry about it, and I’m fine”, I added. Even though I hadn’t talked with Mike for a long time, I felt ok talking to him. I appreciated the kindness that he and Jenny had shown me. He seemed to have more on his mind, but I figured he could ask or tell me anything he wanted to. I didn’t say anything. Just then, he did ask me another question. “Dan, it’s none of my business, so you can tell me to shut-up, but I’m curious, if you have started dating again, or not”? I was silent for a few moments, and then lifting my head, I answered, "no I had not started to date yet". “I suppose I should try to meet some other people and maybe start dating, but I haven’t yet”. Looking at him, I felt a bit choked up, but I needed to talk. In six months time, I had not yet really talked about Candy's passing. “When Candice was so suddenly snatched from my reality, I nearly went over the edge. Candice was everything to me. She was the sunshine in my day, and the warmth I needed at night. She was the reason, each day, that I felt like getting out of bed, and making life happen”. I was having a hard time talking, and I trembled with emotion. My friend, sitting next to me, put his large, firm hand on my shoulder, giving me a supportive squeeze. “Mike, when I lost Candice, a large part of me left with her. I have had ups and downs, some downs worse than others. I started drinking heavily, and there were times when I would literally drink until I passed out, hoping I would never wake up. “I fought depression every day, for the first two months after Candy died. I finally told myself that Candice would not want me to fight life that way. It was hard to do, but I have not had a drink of hard alcohol for the past four months”. “There you have it”, I said, with a quivering voice. “That’s what has been going on in my life, and I’m grateful for your concern and your willingness to listen to me”. I looked at Mike, seeing that he had tears in his eyes. I hadn’t noticed Jenny, standing at the entrance to the living room. She too, was wiping tears from her face. I was emotional, and hurting, but the love I felt from friends was lifting me to a new perspective. It felt good to talk about my heart-felt feelings. Mike gave me another pat on the shoulder. “Dan, I know we haven’t been in touch for a long time, but I want you to know, you always have a home here, and we will always be here for you. I want to help, and if there is anything I can do to help you get on with life, please let me know”. I wiped away a few remaining tears, thanking him, and then I tried to lighten the mood. “Hey lets cut out this nonsense, and cheer up”, I said. “I’ll be ok, and I do know you will be there for me”, I gratefully added, with my lower lip quivering. Jenny then smiled and told me I was a good man for having cherished Candice so loyally. She came over and pulled Mike up off the couch and then grabbed my hand, pulling me up off the couch. “Dinner is ready guys”, she said, as we headed for the kitchen table. On the way, Jenny reached up around my neck, giving it a few quick massage squeezes, and patted me on the back. I glanced at her, making eye contact, and she just smiled through teary eyes, rubbing my shoulder blade. Mike was ahead of us and had not seen the gestures. I was not sure of what I was to think about it, so I just accepted it as friendship. I had a warm feeling inside, and I believed I would be ok. We ate pizza and drank Pepsi. The dinner was simple, yet good, and I appreciated the hospitality. We then went back to the living room, sitting down to talk. The evening went quick, and I was feeling pretty tired. I could tell that Mike was exhausted, too. His body language suggested he was redy to drop. At about 10:30pm, I couldn’t take it anymore. I thanked them for a good evening and I thanked Jenny for dinner, and I excused myself to go to bed. With that, Mike and Jenny agreed that it was getting late. They too, headed for bed. "Sleep well, Dan, Jenny whispered", giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. I wondered what Dan thought about Jenny giving me a good night kiss, but he didn't show any worry. I was in the family room, opening my duffle bag. I had stripped down to just my blue, boxer shorts, getting ready to lie down. I had just stood up, ready to turn off the light, when I heard a timid knock on the door. I had not latched the door fully shut, and it opened freely as Jenny knocked. It was quite by accident and coincidence, but as the door came open, I was right there. Jenny was standing there with a couple of clean towels and washcloths, as we were suddenly standing only inches apart. Because of the sexual tension of the day my cock, while not hard, was swollen and enlarged. Because the opening fly on my boxer shorts was gaping open, my cock was very visible to Jenny. I was dumbfounded, and she was embarrassed. “I ..I’m sorry, I ..didn’t mean ...to ..” Her voice just trailed off, as she was froze in place. She stared at my rising cock, which, on it’s own accord, had fallen out the fly of my shorts. I’m well endowed, at about 6 inches, flaccid, and nearly 9 inches when fully erect. At this awkward moment, my circumcised cock was trying to be somewhere in between, pointing out and downward about 7 inches. The whole thing only lasted about 10 seconds, but time seemed to stand still. Her eyes were still fixated on my growing cock; as I was trying to tuck it back in. It's not that easy to hide a rapidly rising hard-on. I apologized with embarrassment, as I held my cock with one hand, trying to open my fly with the other. She cut me off, saying, “no, don’t apologize”. “It’s my fault, and I shouldn’t have come charging in”. Still gazing at my trophy, as I tried to tuck it in, she held out the towels. “I thought you might need these. Feel free to shower any time”, she said, as she backed away. She again stammered an apology, as she hastily left the room. I just shook my head. The sexual tension of the entire day literally amazed me. I turned off the light and plopped down on the floor bed. My mind was reeling as I lie there, trying to fall asleep. I wanted to jerk my cock, but after so many comical events, I decided I would surely get caught, if I did. Still, I couldn't get over the look on Jenny's face, as she locked her eyes onto my cock. The next thing I knew, the phone rang, scaring the hell out of me. There is nothing like your body going to an instant 3 foot hover, and then falling back to earth as you’re heart pounds out of control. I heard Mike answer the phone and begin talking. I had not shut the door all they way, and I could see the kitchen light come on. There was talking and movement for a few minutes. I tried to focus on the clock. It was 1:25am. From the talking I could hear, Mike had been called out to run the snowplow, again. I was half awake and I realized I was on my back, with the blankets kicked off, and I was hot. Their fireplace was hotter than I was used to, and I really didn't want to be covered. Waking up even more, I realized my cock was once again sticking out the fly of my boxer shorts, only this time, it was as hard as steel. It ached and arched up over my gut, a good 9 inches long. The light from the kitchen made the family room light up enough to see. I froze in place as I heard Jenny tell Mike she would get his clothes out of the dryer. I had forgotten that Jenny would need to walk through the family room to get the clothes. I had no time to react, and instinctively, I closed my eyes, feigning sleep, as I heard Jenny at the doorway. I was all sprawled out. The blankets covered about half of one leg. One arm was down to my side and the other arm was up above my head. My cock ached and was in full, unobstructed view. As Jenny entered the room, I heard her gasp, and then she whispered my name. “Dan ..Are you awake”? I didn’t move, in fact, I breathed deep and added a very faint snore, thereby telling Jenny I was totally zonked out. I could feel her gaze upon me. Knowing she was again seeing my swollen, hard cock, made it difficult to control my breathing. In the dimly lit room, I was able to peek, through squinted eyes, watching Jenny. She was staring, in complete memorization, at my rigid fuck tool. She finally moved on to the laundry room, trying to look at my cock, all the way. She quickly retrieved a basket of clothes, coming back through the family room. Again, she stared at my cock for a few more seconds and then left the room. She pulled the door almost shut, but not fully. I could still hear Mike and Jenny for a few more minutes, and then I heard the front door open and shut. Moments later, I heard the diesel engine of the snowplow start up. Mike warmed it up for a few minutes and then I heard him drive away. I knew he had been called to work, and would be gone for several hours. The house was then silent, but I knew Jenny was still up because the kitchen light was still on. I decided that I should continue pretending to be asleep. I guess it was because of the mystery and how I felt, knowing Jenny had looked long at my cock. At this point, I was hoping she would return to look at my proud unit, yet again. I felt a certain sense of arousal, and I fully planned on beating my meat after I knew she went back to bed. Through slits in my eyes, I could tell she was in the kitchen, as I saw a shadow move. The door then opened and there stood Jenny, again. She had the light from the kitchen on her, and I could clearly see her beauty. She stood there for a few moments, maybe checking to see if I had awakened. I made my breathing deep and she took to bait. Jenny walked slowly over to where I was sleeping. She slowly kneeled down, next to the mattress, still staring at my cock. I decided to give her a little show. In my sleep, I flexed my cock muscles, making my rock hard shaft move a bit. I heard her gasp and take in a quivering breath. In a way, I was so turned on; I silently hoped she would make love to me. I had mixed emotions about it. I needed it. I wanted it. I had not had sex in six months. I worried about my friendship with Mike, and what if he ever knew I fucked his wife. I couldn’t take it any more. I decided that if she made a move on me, I would fuck her. She was absolutely beautiful. I could smell her perfume, and it was having a tremendous effect on me. She was moving slightly and I was trying to figure out what she was doing. I could then see that she was taking her wedding ring off. She pulled the ring from her finger, and never taking her eyes from my throbbing cock, she sat the ring up on the end table, next to the clock radio. I had pre-cum nearly ready to drop from the end of my dick. I watched as Jenny slowly moved her right hand to my cock. Her hand was shaking with nervous anxiety, and her breathing was deep and rapid. She then took a deep breath and grasped my cock in her hand. Her petite fingers did not quite wrap all the way around the girth of my cock. Seeing the contrast of her hand and my dick, I knew she could easily hold two hands on my cock and still have some stick out he top. Knowing this was driving me wild. Jenny began a slow, sensual stroking action. She moved my cock up and down, her warm skin inviting sure passion. There was no way I would last very long. The sensations were beyond description. I decided to let her think I woke up. I began to stir, and moan. I opened my eyes, looking at Jenny. To my utter amazement, she did not stop or change her actions, at all. She looked into my eyes and smiled. I opened my mouth a bit, as if I was going to say something. Jenny just put her index finger from her free hand, onto my lips, as if to say, don’t speak. I closed my mouth around that finger, licked it, and then kissed it. Jenny took this as a sign of approval, and started pumping my cock a bit faster. Her pajama top bounced with every stroke of her hand, due to her swaying tits. I was not sure of her intentions. At this rate, I would cum, in no time at all. If she planned to fuck, it would have to be a second thing, so to speak, since my orgasm was getting near. My mind raced as she sent a million sensations through my cock. Maybe she was only planning on helping me to get my rocks off. If that were the case, I would soon know, because I was getting close to orgasm. I wondered if she had thoughts of putting her mouth down on my cock? I wondered if she had a desire to feel my length push deep inside her? I had a lot of mind-boggling questions like that as I watched this beautiful blond woman, stroking my cock. I raised my right hand, taking her left tit and squeezing it. She did not try to stop stop me. She continued to use her hand, loosely gripping my manhood, stroking up and down its length. I felt my orgasm building deep within my loins. My cock began do swell and spasm. She could sense what was happening and grabbed one of the towels, she had brought to me earlier. Not missing a beat of my cock, she used her free hand, draping the towel over my stomach. I now figured that there would be no oral sex, but I was still grateful for the relief she was giving me. The feelings were intense, as her sexy hand manipulated my pulsing cock. I tensed up nearly every muscle in my body, as I began to cum. She felt it coming and pumped my cock even faster, tilting my shooting rocket downward. I shot out several pulses of long, thick, pearly ropes of cum, watching them land on the towel. Some of the jets of cum ended up hitting me on the cheek and neck. Looking at Jenny’s hand, I could see the remaining ejaculated cum, resting on her fingers, running down to my stomach and pubic hair. She slowed her stroking motion but continued, milking every bit of my fluid that she could get. She was smiling as she gently took the towel, softly cleaning my cock and her hand. She reached up with her left hand, scooping some cum from my cheek, and bringing it to her mouth, sampling a taste. She licked her lips and moaned, finishing the process of wiping up any more cum. Through this whole thing she had not spoken a word, until now. “I hope you are not offended, but I wanted to do something for you. I hope it felt good to you and relieved some built up tension”, she said, as she leaned down, giving me a simple kiss on the cheek. With that, she gently tucked my cock back into my shorts. She then reached for the blankets, pulling them up to properly cover me. I watched with quiet gratitude, as she tucked me in, quietly rising to her feet and leaving the room. She did not pull the door shut as she walked out into the kitchen, and I watched as she disappeared, switching the kitchen light off. I lie there, still breathing heavily, contemplating what had just transpired. It truly did feel good to me, and it also served to relieve a lot of built up tension. I was entranced with her actions as I stared into the dark. I felt deep inside that what she had done was out of sympathy. I hoped that doing what she had done would not have a negative impact on our friendship, between the three of us. Staring into the dark, I went into a dreamy daze, falling asleep. The next thing I realized, I was awakened by the sensation of movement. I sleepily opened my eyes, only to find Jenny lying next to me, looking into my eyes. I was still trying to wake up as she just stared at me. It was now light and I looked at the time to be 8:00am. I refocused my gaze to Jenny, not knowing what to say. She moved her right hand up to my cheek, taking a slow, caressing movement down to my neck and bare chest. One Winter Night In Colorado “I need to talk to you”, she said. “What I did before, was to make you feel good, and to let you know I care. I have a problem, though. I need more than to just give you a hand job”, she explained. “I don’t know how to put this, but seeing your cock, and feeling it in my grasp as I brought you off, has gotten me very worked up. I honestly thought I could just leave and go back to bed, after doing that, but I was wrong”. “I have never cheated on Mike, although I had plenty of different guys before I met him”, she began to explain. “I feel guilty about what I have done, but I can’t quit thinking about it, and I need more”. As she said all of this, she moved her hand down my stomach, and under the waistband of my shorts. She took my quickly hardening cock in hand and began the stroking process all over again. I felt like I was in heaven, yet torn with mixed emotions. “I need your cock inside me, to satisfy urges of my own that are building. I don’t want Mike to find out about this, and I know we can never do this again, but for now, I’m asking you to fuck me”. “Will you”, she asked, with a soft plea in her voice? The only answer I gave her was to pull her closer, bringing my lips to hers. She eagerly opened, pushing her tongue into my mouth. We shared a deep passionate kiss, swapping tongue saliva. I caressed the soft skin on her shoulder and toyed with her ear. She moaned out with lust as I slid my hand to her breasts. I lightly pinched her nipples and massaged her soft, pointed tits. I pulled my mouth away from hers, looking into her eyes. “This will be our secret, and I will not bother you for more sex, later”, I said. “I also want you to know that I am truly, truly grateful for your kindness. I have not been with a woman, since my own wife, six months ago, and I really need this. I have not been able to keep my mind off you since I arrived”, I confessed. She smiled, telling me she knew. We then kissed again, and Jenny removed the pajamas she was wearing, revealing what I had hoped to see. Pulling the blankets from my body, she slid down the mattress, quickly pulling my shorts down. I thought I would pass out from shear pleasure as I watched Jenny take my hard cock into her mouth. She licked all around the head, pulling off occasionally, stoking me. Jenny hung her head over my cock allowing a string of spit to fall onto the darkened head. Using her hand she spread it up and down my dick, making it slick. I was getting turned on more by the minute. I ran my fingers through her hair as she once again took my cock into her mouth. She worked magic on me, bringing me to new sensations. I had never had an experience like this. My wife used to give me head, but never what I was now feeling. As she worked her velvet mouth up and down my cock, I felt the head of my dick bumping against the back of her mouth. I felt a strange sensation as she worked her throat muscles, still pushing her head onto my long, rigid shaft. Suddenly, I felt my cock push past the back of her mouth and my cock was entering into her throat. She pulled off, taking a few breaths of air, and then pushed on again. This time, as my cock entered her throat, it went further. I was totally lost in the situation as she bumped her nose and chin against my pubic area. Her throat swelled thicker, with the presence of the intruder. She again needed to pull off to get air. Jenny had only deep throated me a little, maybe as a conquest, I don’t know. It was obviously uncomfortable to her. She now worked a good pace, sucking my cock and stroking me with her hand. I was rock hard and feeling the churning in my nuts. I warned Jenny that I was about to cum and that she should pull her head away before she got a mouthful of my sperm. She did pull her head up momentarily, looking at me. She stroked me a few more times, still staring blankly into my eyes, and then lowered her head down onto my cock, once again. She can’t say I didn’t warn her, and I knew she was about to get my load. I tensed with aching passion, my nuts tight with the onset of my orgasm. I shot a load of cum into her mouth. She felt the first blast, and quickly stroked my cock, holding her head still. Several jets of my hot cum hit the back of her mouth. I felt her busy tongue and cheek muscles trying to accept my load. There was cum, running out of her mouth and onto her lips and hand. She pumped continually, swallowing most of what I had to offer. “That was incredible”, I said. “That felt so good, I can’t believe you did it”. She smiled with a proud look on her face. My cock was rapidly losing its solid state. Jenny came up along side me again, caressing my chest. She was patient, not asking for anything, and knowing I would need to get hard again before I could fuck her. I knew it would be a while before I would get another hard-on, so I gently nudged her, rolling her over onto her back. Her flat stomach sloped easily down to her indented bellybutton, and then on to a trimmed, triangle of pubic hair, above her shaved lips. I knew she could sense my next action as I moved my hand down to her slick, swollen pussy. I could feel the heat emulating from her cunt, as I began to finger her. She moaned, ecstatically, as I gently pulled on her folds. I teased her clit with my thumb, while fingering the inside of her love canal. Jenny screeched with delight, shivering with excitement. I kissed her nipples, gently nibbling them. Moving down her flat, muscular tummy, I headed straight for that sexy pussy that I had seen earlier. Planting a few kisses on her clit, I slithered my tongue up and down her wet slit. I probed my tongue inside her, while using my thumb and forefinger to stimulate her clitoris. I spread her legs wide, taking in the view. I gently held her labia lips apart, with my fingers, and placed my mouth full on her exposed clit. I sucked it gently, flicking my tongue over it with quick, light flutters. She went wild, groaning from deep in her throat. With every lick and kiss, she let out sensuous moans. Her juices were flowing heavily, her tummy quivering, as I continued my oral stimulation on her very sexy cunt. Her musty feminine odor was making its way to my senses, and I was feeling my own arousal. My cock was rising to the occasion, anticipating further action. She started to buck underneath me as I ate her out. Clamping her legs tight against my head, she reached orgasm. My face was completely wet with her juices and I kept flicking her clit, through most of her climax, until she could take no more. “OOOHHHH, SOOOO GOOOOD”. “I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW GOOOOOD”. “I’M COOOOMMMING, COMING, AHHHHH, UHH, UHH”. Jenny was wild with passion, groaning deep, and I could see her muscles tense up. She was experiencing such stimulation that she pushed on my head, trying to get me to back off. I pulled my oral assault away, allowing her to descend from her sexual high. She gasped several times, as I knew she was wracked with one hell of a strong orgasm. “Are you ok, Jenny”, I asked? “Oh, my Goodness, oooooohhhh, that felt wonderful”, she said, still clenching her legs tight. I moved up to her face, kissing her. She held me tight, sharing a deep French kiss. She licked my lips and around my mouth finding intrigue in her own feminine juices. I stroked her hair and squeezed her tits as I kissed her again. Planting a few lingering kisses on her ear, I asked her if she was ok for me to fuck her, yet? She gasped and sighed, pushing me into position. I moved between her legs, kneeling there, looking at the target that I would be enjoying. Taking my cock in her hand, she eagerly guided me to her wet opening. I slowly slid my cock into her warm cunt, one inch at a time. Jenny dug her fingers into my back, pulling me in further. I slid my cock in and out of her tight pussy, feeling every inch of her insides. She really did feel tight to me and I was enjoying tremendous sensations, running the length of my cock. Jenny pulled her knees up and out, giving me even more depth. We fucked in a steady rhythm for several minutes, as she moaned loudly with each thrust. "AAHHH, UUH, UUH, UUH, OOOOOOHHH"... She was beautiful beneath me, as I stared at her glazed eyes. Jenny’s neck muscles seemed to tense up and her breasts had goose bumps. I continued my pumping motion and squeezed her tits with one hand. Since I had already cum a few times, I lasted longer than any lucky guy could expect. I pumped Jenny through two good orgasms, making her moan with gratitude. “I’MMMMMM COMMMMING”, she yelled. “GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD, SO DEEP, SO LONG”. “OOOOHHH, I”MMMM THERE, CUMMMMMING. She went nuts; totally engrossed in the pounding I was giving to her. She was breathing loudly and in uneven gasps. My own orgasm was coming quick and I could not hold out any longer. My cock twitched and the dull ache came from deep in my lower stomach and nuts. My dick pulsed and shot jet after jet of warm fluid inside Jenny’s flexing cunt. She used her cunt muscles to milk all she could out of my cock, as it twitched. She was totally wet inside now, with our combined juices. I pumped as long as I could before I finally had to collapse on top of her. I kissed her and rolled off to the side. We lay there, completely spent and used. My dick still twitched a bit, and I felt a few remaining drops of cum, trickling down my thigh. She felt so warm and tender while I embraced her. Her nipples were rock hard. She trembled and had an occasional spasm as she wound down. I couldn’t believe what had happened. I loved it and I really needed it, but it was so wrong. Guilt was setting in as I thought about my friend, Mike. Jenny was silent as well, and I wondered what she was thinking. “Are you ok”, I asked? “I’m fine. Thank you, Dan, I needed your hard cock inside me, ever since I saw it earlier”. “No, thank you”, I replied back to her, with sincerity. “Well, like I said, I know it was wrong, but I think both of us needed it”, she said. I feel very guilty, but the way I’ve decided to deal with it is simple. I’m going to remember and cherish it as a very special time, but I will keep it all to myself, for me. "Mike must never know about this, even if for some reason he would be ok with it”, she added. “I just can’t risk hurting him, and I do love him with all of my heart”, she concluded with watery eyes. I agreed and promised to help in keeping the friendship normal. “I will also remember it as a special occasion”, I said. “I see it as part of a larger miracle in my life, that has helped me get back on my feet, and I want you to know that I do indeed appreciate what you have done”. I don’t know why, but I looked at the clock, seeing it was now 9:30am. Where do you suppose Mike is”, I asked? “Shouldn’t he be home by now”, I quizzed further? Jenny didn’t answer right away, but I could see she too was wondering. The wind outside had calmed down hours ago, and the snow had stopped falling. We didn’t have to wonder about Mike for very long, as about then, we could hear the diesel engine of his snowplow getting louder. “He’s home”, Jenny yelled out! With that, she grabbed her pajamas, looked around real quick, and darted out of the family room. On her way, she told me, “act like your sleeping in”. “I will”, I responded with nervousness. God, I hope we weren’t too careless, I thought. Luckily, I could hear the shower running, and I knew Jenny had gotten into the bathroom in time. The sound of the diesel engine stopped, and I knew Mike would be coming into the house pretty quick. Sure enough, he came in, and I could hear him in the entrance, taking off his warm clothing. Jenny had not closed my door when she left. I didn’t have time to do so, and I quickly rolled onto my stomach and side, pretending to be asleep. I could hear Mike in the kitchen, getting a drink of water. I watched though narrow eye slits as he peeked in on me. He stared for longer than I thought was normal, but I kept up the act of sleeping, breathing deeply. I hoped he could not smell the remnants of our sexual passion, because I sure could. I silently feared that he might, since he lingered so long. He didn’t try to wake me, but he did come in the room. He stood over me for a few moments and then sat on the couch, just a couple of feet from me. From this angle, I could only look at his knees, and lower. To try to look up toward him, I would have had to move. In an instant, my heart pounded with immediate fear, as I heard something. The sound was distinct, and obvious. I had heard him as he picked up Jenny’s wedding ring from the end table, above my head. There was silence for several seconds, and then I heard him set the ring back in place on the end table. Though I couldn't see his face, I heard him exhale, and then there was more, deadening silence. I had a million thoughts in my head at once, but I felt terrible. I wondered how we could have overlooked the ring. Surely he knew that something had happened. How could he not know, with the smell of sex, and then the ring that should be on his wife's finger? He quietly stood up from the couch, and walked toward the door. Just as he reached the doorway to the kitchen, he paused and turned back, looking in my direction. “Dan, if you’re awake, I want you to know, it’s ok”, he said with a very soft voice. “I ..I .. understand”, he added, with moist, glossy eyes. He then paused, looking down to the floor, and walked down the hall to his bedroom. The shower was still running, and I worried for Jenny’s sake. My guts wrenched and I literally felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to crawl into a hole. I wished I had never come here, mostly because of what Jenny now would have to go through. I worried about the pain and damage to my friendship with Mike. How could I have been in heaven, just minutes earlier, and now feel like I was in the depths of hell, I wondered? I slowly sat up, looking blankly ahead. I decided that in the very least, I needed to get dressed, and prepare myself in case I needed to leave fairly quickly. I got dressed in a clean set of clothes and rounded up all of my things, placing them into my bag. I carried it out and placed it near the front door, and I went into the living room to sit down. Just as I sat in the rocking chair, I heard the shower stop. I was afraid for Jenny. She didn’t know what Mike knew, and I worried about what she might say to him, in their first few moments together. Would she act as though nothing happened, I thought? If she did act that way, would that hurt and offend Mike even more than he is now? I somehow wished I could say something to help save the situation, but I knew I couldn’t. I hadn’t sat there very long when I heard Mike coming up the hall. It had to be him, because Jenny had not yet exited the bathroom. Mike came in the living room and sat on the couch, across from me. Our eyes met, but Mike showed no emotion. With tears of shame and a trembling voice, I spoke first. “Mike, I am so, so sorry”. “I don’t have an excuse worthy enough to use, and I don’t know how to explain what happened, but if you want me to, I’ll certainly try”, I added. He was silent, not saying anything for nearly a minute. I didn’t know whether to try to say anything more, or just sit there. I hung my head in shame, burying my face in the palms of my hands. He still didn’t speak, but he didn’t look angry either. He had a few tears of his own as he looked into my eyes. “Mike, for what it may be worth, if anything, Jenny loves you with all her heart, and is consumed with guilt, right now. The last thing on her mind would be hurting you, and I know for a fact that what happened, took place out of true concern, on her part”. “I’m asking you this one thing”, I said. “Whatever you are feeling and however you want to deal with this, I’m begging you to blame only me, not Jenny. You two have a new marriage with your whole lives ahead of you, and I could not live with myself, if for one minute, I am the cause of marital strife for the two of you. "Please, please, consider what I’m asking", I implored. “Please trust me when I say, that I know the pain of not having my loved one with me. Please, don’t get to the point where you don’t have Jenny anymore. I have my bag packed and I’m ready to go, so I won’t interfere with you, as you get through this. Once again, I’m truly sorry for what happened, and I hope there will be a day when you can forgive me”. With that, I stood and began walking toward the door. “Hey, Danny, come back”, he said. He used to call me Danny, back when we were kids, when we were the best of friends. I slowly turned to look at him. He was standing up and heading toward me. “You’re absolutely right about Jenny”. She is wonderful, and I certainly can’t imagine life without her. I know my Jenny, and she truly does care about you, and she was in tears yesterday, as she told me about you having lost your wife”. “Last night, I told you that we would do anything to try to help you and that we would be there for you. I meant it then, and I mean it now, still. I have to admit, I did not expect that we would go so far as to help you with your sex life”, Mike said with a joking smile. “Ok, look, I love my wife enough to have faith in her, and I know she loves me”. “Here is exactly what we are going to do, and you are going to help me”, Mike said. “We are going to proceed with life, as if nothing ever happened between you and Jenny. We are NOT going to tell her that I know about what happened, and we are NOT going to tell her anything about our conversation, either. Furthermore, you are going to hang around here for a while today, so we can catch up on all of our missed times”. “If my dear Jenny still hasn’t missed her wedding ring, here in a little while, I want you to find it, give it to her and tell her she forgot it”. “I will get over this whole thing, and I want you to do the same. From this very second forward, we are cool, calm and collected. Is that understood"? “I understand, and I’m grateful”, I answered. I was very relieved, to say the least. He smiled, gave me a hug and a pat on the back. We both brushed moistness from our eyes. He then turned on the TV and we sat watching it, as Jenny emerged from the bedroom. We watched casually, as she came up the hall, but she didn’t come into the living room. Instead, she went into the kitchen area. Only moments later, she appeared in the living room with us, saying, “I’m glad you’re finally home, dear”. As she said that, she grabbed him, giving him a huge hug. I noticed she had her ring on her finger, and decided that she must have just now gotten it. She continued to hug him, and with eyes welled up, told him that she had missed him, during the night. I believe she was sincere and really meant it. We did get along great for the rest of the day, and it was clear that we would all be ok. As far as Mike and I knew, Jenny did not know of Mike’s awareness. I stayed, through dinner, and we visited all evening long. As I was ready to leave for my hotel, I hugged Mike and shook his hand, telling him goodbye. I then hugged Jenny, telling her goodbye. I thanked them for their hospitality and we all shared smiles as I walked out. Heading to my car, Mike told me to plan on coming back, and that his door was always open. The End I will appreciate your votes and any feedback you may want to share. Thanks for taking the time to read this story.