0 comments/ 139998 views/ 12 favorites My Best Friend's Husband By: jenny5 I was cleaning up around the apartment when my best friend Victoria called me at about noon on her cell phone. "I'm taking Andrew to a convention out of town. I'll be gone for the weekend. DO you mind going over and making Ron's dinners while I'm gone? You know how he hates to cook." "Sure, no problem!" I answered. We talked a little more about the convention and then hung up. I took a quick shower and strolled out, still soaking wet, stopping to admire myself in the full length mirror. I am all of 22 (20 years younger than Victoria) and I had the body for it. I stand at about 5'6, with blonde hair, a nice heart shaped ass and round full 34-D breasts. It was summer, and I had been working on my full body tan, much to the pleasure of my fat neighbor. I slipped on my favorite bikini, a white number that was really too small for me. The top barely did a job covering my nipples, leaving the rest of my titties exposed, and the bottom barely contained by cunt lips while the thong rode completely up my ass crack. I put on a pair of white stilettos and walked confidently out of my apartment, swinging my keys. "I could do with a good dick sucking!" my fat neighbor, Harry, called out from his door. He stood with no shirt on, his fatness bubbling over his shorts. One hand clutched a beer can while the other was making busy with the beast within his pants. He eyed me like the dirty old man that he was. "When I come back, Harry." I said before sliding into my car and roaring off. Victoria and her husband Ron lives out in the country, deep in the woods, where the closest neighbor is miles away. Ron was nowhere in sight when I drove up. I let myself into their house (since no one ever locks their doors) and started in on making Ron some chicken soup. A half hour later I heard Ron coming up, slamming the door shut and breathing heavily. Ron came into the kitchen, and whistled at my sight. "Victoria's not here, Candy." Ron said, his eyes relaxing on my tits. "I know. She sent me here to make your dinner." I said matter of factly. Ron approached me. He leaned forward, carelessly putting one hand on my bare waist as I stirred the pot. He pretended to be interested in the food. "Mmmm, smells good.." he said nonchalantly. Ron was a tall man, and fat. He was in his fifties, and he smelled like sweat. His teeth were messed up, and he looked like the redneck that he was. Even so, standing so close,with his dirty hand on my waist, I could practically feel his dick pulsing on my ass. It was making me wet. I turned off the burner, and arched my back, leaning my head into his shoulder. I stretched, feigning fatigue. "Oh, standing here by this stove is making me so hot." I whispered, twirling his dirty hair with my finger. "Well, it is a hot day," Ron was breathing heavily. He had both his hands on my body now. One went up to my tits where he pushed the feeble fabric aside and began to knead my titty. His other hand slid it's way down my waist and into my waiting cunt. "So wet..." Ron breathed heavily as one of his fat fingers penetrated me. I moaned, my head rolling carelessly on his shoulder, in extacy. Fingering me, and massaging my titty the whole time he walked me over to the bare dining room table where he finally removed both his hands, spun me around and shoved me down on the table. "I always heard you were a real slut," Ron growled as he tore off my thong and ripped open my top so that my tits bounced free. "I didn't think you would try with your best friend's husband, though!" He pounced on me, sinking his mouth onto one breast while his hand roughly kneaded the other one. I moaned, wrapping my legs around him as much as I could. I gasped under his weight. Ron lifted his head, and kissed me roughly, his tongue wrestling with my own. His breath smelled like cigarettes. I moaned. My whole body was starting to twitch. Ron stood up, and removed his shirt, his fat spilling out. He took off his pants; his dick was huge, and raging. I could see precum glistening off the head. "Suck it, cunt. Suck it like you've sucked everyone else." I jumped off the table, got on my knees and took his dick in my mouth. It tasted so nasty it was delicious, and I couldn't help but finger myself with one hand while I rolled his balls in between by fingers with the other. "Oh yeah... oh yeah... your mouth is hot... oh you want it bad... don't you slut... you want me up your slutty cunt, don't you?" I nodded, moaning, and sucking, relishing the taste. With the sucking and fingering an orgasm was starting to sweep over me. I worked my finger harder, and sucked his dick harder when he suddenly pulled my face away. "HEY!" I cried out. He lifted me up and laid me back down on the table. "But Ron, I want your dick! I want your dick in my mouth so bad!" I wailed. "Not now, bitch." He pinned my hands down, and leaning down he buried his face in my cunt. "OHHHHHHH, ROOOOONNNN!!!" I wailed. He rammed his face deeper into my cunt. He licked, and then bit my clit, flicking his tongue on it. He sucked on my cunt lips. He released my hands, pulling my legs up around his shoulder, and sucked deeply. It was all too much. I grabbed my titties and dug my fingers into them. "Oh, yes, baby, yes, oh, Ron, I'm gonna cum!!! I'm cummminggg!" An explosion hit me, and I felt my juices burst forth. I screamed and groaned, my body twitching in extacy. Ron kept eating me out, making the orgasm almost unbearable. I tried to pull away but he had a firm grip on me, eating the whole time. "OOOOHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH!!! OHHHHHHH!" I groaned, grabbing my hair and shuddering uncontrollably. Suddenly he released me, and stood back. I laid on the table, convulsing slightly. I could feel my swollen cunt throbbing in pleasure. "Yeah, you like that, slut... you know you're a real tramp, Candy. Fucking getting off on your best friend's husband like that. Real slut." Ron climbed on the table and straddled me. He grabbed my tits, and placed his dick firmly in between them, and began to fuck them, slowly, and then harder. "Oh, Ron... Oh you feel so good... oh yeah Ron... Victoria's's so lucky to have you fucking her.... oh baby..." I lifted my head and flicked my tongue, catching his dick every so often. "You want this inside you, whore? Huh? You want me to fuck you?" "Yes, Ron, yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard!" He gave my titties a few more pumps, then moved away. "Get off that table, whore, and on all fours on the floor. I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch that you are." I obeyed, slipped off the table, and got on all fours. Ron got on his knees, and guided his dick into my cunt, slowly. His head was just barely in when he suddenly rammed into me, hard. I screamed. My arms lost their strength and my face fell into the floor. Ron pumped me hard, slapping my ass every so often. "You like that, you cum slut whore? You like that?" he asked through gritted teeth. I was moaning continuously, and when I did not answer he grabbed me by my hair and yanked my head back. "I said do you like that?" he asked, pumping me hard. "Oh, yes, Ron, yes! Fuck me, fuck me! Oh your dick feels so good in my cunt!" I groaned. My body was reacting again, and I could feel another wave of orgasm coming along. He let my head drop, and reached over and pinched my nipples. "Juicy titties... your body is so hot..." he groaned. His balls slapping against me was making an obscene sound, and making me even hotter. "Get ready to lick it up, bitch, I'm gonna cum!! Oh yeah... Candy... yeah.... oh shit!!!!" He gave me a few more hard pumps and then yanked out of me. I spun around as quickly as I could and he shot his load all over my face. I flicked my tongue, and licked it up. Ron was breathing heavily as I cleaned his rod. He laid down on the floor, and spread his legs. He reached over to his pants, grabbed a lighter and pack of cigarettes and lit one up. The whole time I was nestled in between his legs, my ass up in the air as I gently licked his balls, relishing the taste. He inhaled deeply, and ran his fingers through my hair as I caressed his balls with my tongue. "This is going to be a real good weekend, isn't it, Candy?" And it was. My Best Friend's Husband "What would you do if John and I just started having sex right here?" Jen asked me. "I'd probably watch." I joked. She and her husband had invited me over for dinner and some television. We didn't get together much since she got married, but when we did, it was always interesting. Jen would show off her culinary skills, or sometimes John would pamper us by making dinner and drinks. Tonight was one of the latter. John and I didn't have much in common. We usually disagreed, him being an outspoken republican and me a democrat. He liked telling me I was stupid. I liked telling him to go to hell. But I liked when he played the part of doting husband. It made him look at least a little descent. "We have to use up the daiquiri mix," Jen kept saying as her husband plied me with more alcohol, "John and I can't drink it by ourselves." "I'll do what I can," I said, curling up on the couch to watch whatever was on television. I'm 22 and a bit of a good girl. I drink only every couple of months or so. My dark brown hair hits me below the shoulders and my fair Irish skin is dusted with a few freckles. I'm slender, although I've never been much for athletics. I'm a virgin—waiting for marriage, that's what I always say. Sure, I make out all the time and secretly love sucking cock, but that's not so bad, right? Jen was sitting beside me and John was in the kitchen. They had a nice apartment—perfect for the two of them. They had been married for about 8 months, and while Jen and I didn't get to see much of each other, she called me all the time with stories about the trials of married life and every juicy bit of their sexual congress: embarrassing sex injuries and things they broke because they weren't made for people to have sex on. "Just so you guys know, I can take my pants off without unbuttoning them," Jen said, standing up to demonstrate. She was slender like me, but had a little more of a belly. Her hair was dishwater blonde and is always pulled back into a short ponytail. We had been neighbors at college, and we grew to be best friends. She took me to get my first vibrator my second year of college. I was forever indebted to her. "She doesn't want to see that!" John said, handing me another drink. "Then she doesn't have to look," Jen said, tossing her pants aside and sitting back on the couch. John sat in his chair on the other side of me and started flipping through the channels to find something we would all like. "Wait, go back!" Jen said, "There!" "No, Jen, we are not watching porn," John said, "Not with company here." "She doesn't mind, do you?" She asked me. "If it was just you and me, I'd say yes. But won't it be, awkward, me watching porn with your husband?" I asked, a little buzzed. "It'll be fun! Come on!" Jen urged. "Alright," I said. "Jen—" John began, but she cut him off with a wave of her hand. "She said she wanted to, now drop it." There were two women on the screen, looking doe-eyed at the camera while they made out and sucked each other's nipples. There was a man sitting in a nearby chair stroking his cock. "I've never made out with another girl," Jen said, sitting closer to me, "Let's try it." "Jen! You can't be serious!" I said. "Come on! Everyone has to do it once, and at least we trust each other. I know you won't try to take advantage of me," she winked. "I don't feel comfortable with it," I said, but Jen had already wrapped an arm around me and was kissing my shoulder. It wasn't long before her lips found mine. I pushed her away. "Come off it, Jen," I said, "I can't do this. And John is right there!" "You don't mind, right John?" She asked without waiting for a reply, "Just relax and let me do this." She leaned back in and kissed me, tracing my lips with her tongue. I think it was a reflex when I opened my mouth to hers. Her tongue darted inside, exploring, and I submitted to her. It was nice, actually. She tasted sweet from the drinks and she was squeezing my breast through my tank top. The alcohol was really getting to me, or so I told myself as I returned her advances. I rubbed my hands over her chest, massaging her breasts and pulling her closer. I was only acutely aware that her husband was watching us. She took off her shirt and bra, leading my mouth to her nipples. They were hard little pink buttons, waiting for me to suck them. I had never been with a woman before, but I took her breast into my mouth. I sucked and nipped at her tender flesh. A moan escaped from her lips and she pulled me in tighter. I repeated the process with her other breast, coming up only to kiss her once again. When we pulled apart, she lifted my top over my head and removed my bra. She kissed me again, trailing down to my breasts. My chest was a solid two cup sizes bigger than her, so she had quite a handful to play with. I purred under her skilled tongue. My pussy dripped from my arousal. I pulled Jen in for a passionate kiss, rubbing and groping her body. For the first time since Jen and I started, I noticed her husband. He was standing beside us, stroking his erection. He nudged the tip between our kiss, persuading us to suck him. We took him in— lapping and sucking—our tongues touching on his shaft. Jen moved down to suck his balls, leaving me to take him in my mouth. He was too big to take completely, so I sucked him in, twirling my tongue around his head and bobbing down on him the best that I could. Jen and I had a good rhythm going, but John seemed to have other plans for his cum, so he pulled away. Jen pushed me back on the couch and removed my pants. She slid my panties off and spread my legs, dipping a finger into my pussy. It was slick with my arousal. She curled a few fingers in and started fucking me. She bent down and sucked my clit into her mouth, nipping at it. I've always been very sensitive, so it didn't take long before I started to cum. I moaned and reached for something to hold on to. My orgasm pulsed through me, curling my toes and sending spasms through my body. "She's really wet, John, and pretty out of it if you want a turn," Jen said, moving aside. I felt him grab my hips and flip me over, laying me on the couch. I was on my stomach when he climbed on top of me. "What are you doing?" I asked, confused. "Hold her legs closed," He instructed his wife. He lifted up my ass just enough to gain access to my pussy. The head of his dick pressed against my cunt and he slid it up and down, getting himself lubed up with my cum. "No, please," I murdered, "I'm a virgin, don't fuck me." John leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I know. I took Jen's virginity, and now I plan to take yours." "Stop. I didn't agree to this. Get off of me!" "You think you can let my wife fuck you but not me? Is that what you think? You stupid cunt. Don't worry, I won't do any permanent damage." John said, his head pressing firmly against my pussy, "Besides, I'll make you feel so good that you'll be begging for my dick every time you see me." I whimpered, waiting for him to enter. He stuck his dick into my pussy very slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size. I was a little surprised and relieved at the same time. If he was going to rape me, at least he was being a gentleman about it. "God, she's so tight," John said to his wife, "I don't know if I can get all the way in." "Just give her hell," Jen said, handing her husband a bottle of lube. He pulled out and squirted me with the cold liquid. When he repositioned himself, he gave up on tender and dived right in. I screamed at the size of him inside me. Jen came around and shoved something in my mouth to keep me quite. John pounded his dick in my pussy, rapidly pumping in and out. I bounced with the intensity of it, unable to move beneath him. I buried my face in the couch and sobbed. When I finally relaxed and accepted what was happening, my arousal started up again. John was hitting my g-spot and my orgasm was building. It started at my core and sizzled through my body. I had never had an orgasm this intense before, and I started to panic. But, God, it felt so good! He was teasing all my nerves like I had never felt, probably because I never let anyone stick their dick in my cunt before. Not that I had actually given John permission to fuck me, but either way, it felt amazing. I was clinching the couch cushions in my fists, trying not to pass out. It would have been easier if John had let up a bit, but he kept up his fucking frenzy. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg. I wanted to tell him that I'd do anything he wanted— whenever he wanted—if he would just pull out for a moment, but the gag was still in my mouth. I was panting and moaning under his weight. "Does it feel good having my dick in your virgin cunt?" John grunted, "Do you like being fucked by a real man?" I was exhausted as orgasm after orgasm pulsed through my body. Jen stroked my hair, cooing at me. "I'm sorry about this, but John and I had an agreement. I've fantasized about being with a woman for a while, and, well, John said it would be okay as long as he got to pick who it was. But then John said he had another fantasy, and it was only fair that he should get his." John pulled my hair, raising my head back toward him. "I'm going to cum in your tight little pussy, you know that? I'm going to fill you up and make you beg for more. Are you ready for that?" He said, "Fuck, it doesn't matter if you're ready. You're my little cum bucket now." He finally slowed down when he started to cum. He thrust and my pussy contracted around his dick and squeezed all of his cum deep inside me. I'd never had cum in my cunt before and I wasn't on any sort of birth control. I tried to wrap my mind around what had just happened. I was shaking and sniveling when he pulled out of me. His erection was fading, but that didn't stop him from giving my ass a hard slap. "What a pretty creamed cunt you have. Was that as good for you as it was for me?" John laughed, climbing off of me. "Now be a good little Missus and clean her up," He said to his wife. She knelt down beside me, spread my legs, and buried her mouth in my cunt. She dipped a few fingers in, pulling her husband's cum out and lapped it up. When she was satisfied, she knelt down and gave me a passionate kiss. I tasted John's cum on her mouth. "Next time," John said, "I won't be so nice." I passed out on the couch. My Best Friend's Husband and Me We were both nicely mellow, which is my term for being merry, slightly drunk or half-pissed. I was kneeling on all fours. My shoulder-length, blonde hair was tumbling down my nearly straight back and forwards towards the bed. My bare, B, but on a good day, C cup tits were hanging down and my prominent nipples were rock hard. My legs clad in the black, lacy top holdups were slightly open. My husband was behind me, his generous length cock buried deep inside me. He was gripping my hips and was fucking me vigorously. It was absolutely gorgeous. My orgasm tore through me as he grunted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm cumming." "Yes darling," I grunted back. "Make me cum, let's cum together." We did and then I collapsed onto the bed with him on my back. "Oh Helen that was brilliant, fucking brilliant," he groaned. My body went rigid and my mind nearly exploded. What he had just said confirmed my worst nightmare. He was having an affair again and Helen was his bit on the side. * We'd known Harry and Susie for several years. They are not amongst our closest friends as a couple for I had met her years ago and she and I always got on well so when she paired up with Harry, we saw them from time to time as a foursome They were both in publishing and we saw them fairly regular, well seeing them fairly regular meant going out to dinner on average every other month, but Susie and I talked on the phone frequently and had girly lunches at least monthly. It was Susie who had helped me find a job and probably they had been the most supportive couple since the break-up. They were an amazingly attractive couple. She was tall and slim with short, dark hair, stunningly green eyes and fantastic, prominent cheekbones. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Harry was tall and handsome in a slightly, Teutonic way. Blond hair and lots of it, he had piercing, blue eyes and an attractive square chin line. He was well-built, being over six feet and had a muscular, fit body that I had seen at pool parties. We were all in our early forties but, like me, they could pass for several years younger. "Why not escape one week-end Chrissy when he has Emily," Susie had said over a glass of wine one lunchtime. "And come up to the cottage in Norfolk." The idea appealed. I was hellishly lonely and although I was into dating, I had not found anyone that I both fancied sexually and felt emotionally comfortable with. It sounded great to go into the countryside for a few days and leave all my worries behind. So there I was a couple of weeks later bombing up the M11 in my brand new BMW 323 convertible. The weather was unusually warm, so I had the hood down and with Emily with my ex, my troubles and worries seemed to decrease as I rapidly ate up the miles between me and their holiday home. The satnav on the BMW worked perfectly getting me through the winding lanes around the Broads in Norfolk to deposit me outside the most charming thatched cottage imaginable. "You have arrived," the slightly annoying voice advised from me from the speakers as I pulled into the gravel driveway. We had a lovely Saturday. After a light lunch, we had a lazy afternoon around the small pool soaking up the sun, chatting and gossiping about mutual friends. We then had a delightful dinner at a local pub that was within walking distance so there was no worries about drinking and driving. We took advantage of that by having three bottles of wine between us. Walking home all of us dressed in shorts and tees, Harry was in the middle and he put his arms around both of us as we laughed and joked the few hundred yards through the failing light back to the cottage. Brandies in our hands we sat in the cosy lounge listening to music in candlelight and, inevitably I guess, the conversation turned to my ex and me. I found myself opening up to them and telling them more about the background and how I felt. This, for some reason, included my feelings about dating and even touched on the loneliness and how much I missed being with a man. I guess the wine and the talk made me a little morbid and I started to cry. Whilst I'd done plenty of that in the first couple of months it had now been some time since I'd broken down and I said I was sorry. Both of them were so kind and understanding that my heart went out to such good friends. Susie came and sat right next to me on the sofa and put her arms around me as Harry said consoling words and told me what a silly and selfish bastard my ex was. They made me feel better and, being so close to Susie, for she kept her arms round me, was strangely comforting and the tearfulness passed as I sipped my brandy. "Well I reckon it's time I showed you where things are upstairs Chrissy," she said, adding. "Then we'll get you tucked up in bed shall we, this Norfolk air is very tiring?" Smiling I replied, "Yes mum," and we all laughed. She showed me where the bathroom was and how to open the windows with the burglar proof locks and then into the bedroom that was quite small but beautifully furnished with a double bed. I undressed, slipped on a long tee shirt that I wear in bed when not at home when I sleep naked, and went to the guest bathroom and cleaned my teeth. Back in my room I had just slipped under the single sheet, for it was still very warm, when there was a knock on the door and Susie called out as she opened the door, "Everything OK luv?" . "Yes great, I'm fine now," I smiled at my friend as she came into the room wearing a lacy nightdress that was very low at the front. "Good, I'm pleased," she replied coming over and sitting on the side of the bed. We talked for a while about the divorce and how things had changed for me. I said how lucky she and Harry were to be in such a loving relationship. She was sitting very close to me so that my leg under the sheet was pressed against her hips and as she moved or leaned forward the loose top of her nightdress would gape and I couldn't avoid seeing down it. Several times I saw most of her small breasts and twice I saw her nipples as well. I didn't think anything of it for we were close friends and several times I'd showered with her after playing tennis and even this afternoon she'd sunbathed topless. With Harry there, I had chosen not to. "Can anyone join in?" I heard Harry saying from outside the door which he'd tapped upon discretely before putting his head round it. "Sure, the more the merrier," I responded pulling the sheet up a little. I was aware that the thin tee shirt was stretched fairly tightly across my breasts. He walked in carrying the bottle of cognac and three balloon glasses. "Perhaps a nightcap ladies?" he asked plopping himself down on the other side of the bed to Susie. "Please," we both said as he poured them out. "You know Chrissy," Harry said seriously, "He must have been fucking barmy to let you go by being so fucking stupid with that Helen cow, mustn't he Susie?" "Yes" my friend replied lifting her hand and running the back of her fingers across my cheek. "Bloody stupid to lose such a gorgeous and lovely woman." They were making feel a little weepy again with their so encouraging and loving support. "Come on Chrissy, don't let it get to you again," Susie said, her fingers gently clasping my chin. "He's just not worth it." "I know, I know," I said fighting back the tears. "It's just that I so miss him." "Him?" Harry said. "Well no not him but a man, being held and being cuddled, having company, oh you know what I mean." "Yes darling, yes we do," Susie murmured taking me into her arms and holding me. It felt nice and I found myself cuddling up to her, but more like a baby to a mother or like sisters than anything else. Harry leaned forward and put his arms around both of us. He kissed me on the head and muttered softly. "You know that we both love you don't you Chrissy and that we'd do anything for you?" I smiled at him and replied, "Yes Harry, you are both so kind to me and I'm very grateful." I was still in Susie's arms my slightly larger breasts pressed against her pert boobs her fingers gently stroking my hair. Harry still had his arms round the pair of us, one knee on the bed pushing into my hip. Susie moved her face so she was looking directly into my eyes and smiled as she whispered, quite hoarsely I noticed, "Men can be such bastards Chrissy, who needs them really?" I looked directly into her eyes as she said that and saw such love, affection and understanding in them. "I don't know Susie, but they have their uses, sometimes," I whispered feeling suddenly very excited, but not being aware why and what at. "I know darling you told me earlier, remember?" she said referring back to a chat we'd had during the afternoon when Harry had popped to the shops and I'd told her how terribly frustrated I became. "And, darling, I have the answer to that," she whispered staring deeply into my eyes one of her hands stroking my blonde, shoulder-length hair that I had left down so it was tumbling over my bare shoulders. I didn't speak for I had no idea what she meant so I raised my eyebrows at her. "Yes we have the answer Chrissy, Harry and I have it don't we darling?" she said as she looked at Harry. "Well we think we do," he added. "Yes darling," Susie cooed,. "You know that Harry and I are deeply in love don't you? You know that we both love each other and that we both love you as well don't you?" "Yes Susie," I croaked as she put her fingers just where my neck joins my shoulders one of them gently rubbing my bare skin where the tee shirt ended. Then she hit me with the bombshell that was, in some ways, the most generous and loving thing that had ever been said to me. "Chrissy darling we want you and Harry to make love," she blurted out. I didn't know what to say or think as her incredible words burned into my brain. She went on. "I want to share him with you so we can all love each other and so you can enjoy sex without any recriminations or entanglement for I know you don't want that." "Oh God Susie," I said startled and shocked at what I'd heard. I looked from Susie to Harry and then back again "Of course Chrissy," Harry joined in. "That's only if you'd like to and if you fancy me." I'd never thought of my friend's husband in that light and I told them that. "I know you haven't Chrissy I know," Susie said. "As I would never have thought like that or Harry of you, but given the circumstances and totally and completely with my agreement, why not? You do find him attractive don't you?" I agreed truthfully that I did but that I wasn't at all sure about the idea. "We both want to do this for you Chrissy and for us," Susie whispered, her fingers now running along my shoulder going under the top of the tee shirt towards my shoulder joint. "Please say yes darling please let's do this." I looked from her to Harry and back again my heart pounding as I thought of the sexual satisfaction they were offering me. They both stared at me with love and now I could see desire in their eyes as well. "Well Chrissy?" Harry asked flashing a broad and quite endearing smile at me. "You're not going to ruin my ego completely by rejecting me? I will never get over it if you do you know." I smiled at that and heard myself whispering to Susie. "Oh Susie you are both so kind." "No it's not kind for we love you and we love each other and we want to share that with you," she said, adding. "Say yes Chrissy, please say yes." "Do you really mean this, both of you?" I asked. They both said that they did, with Susie adding. "With all our hearts." "So is it yes?" Harry asked "Oh Susie, oh Harry, oh dear," I muttered, sobbing a little as the emotion got to me and pausing before very softly adding. "Yes, yes, oh yes please." Susie hugged me laughing out as she said, "That's great Chrissy, I am so pleased.". "Yes" Harry said joining in, leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek. "So am I Chrissy, so am I" "There's just one proviso Chrissy," Susie said quite seriously. "And that's that I'm here in the room with you both when you make love." That also shocked me at first. But as I thought about it I could see her reasoning and looking at her and smiling I replied, "Yes of course Susie, I understand that and it'll be fine." "Wonderful," she beamed smiling from cheek to cheek and squeezing my hand as she added, "I really am so pleased darling." She slowly pulled the sheet back until it was nearly down to my knees. My breasts were making a distinct bulge in the tee shirt and my nipples, that I realised had hardened as I'd taken in what my friends had suggested, were sticking out like two acorns. The tee shirt hardly covered my crotch and my bare, tanned lags were stretched out vanishing under the sheet. I watched as Susie took the hem of the tee shirt in her hands and said very thickly, "I don't think you'll be needing this do you Chrissy?" I looked into my friend's eyes feeling very nervous but also extremely excited as I said softly, "No Susie, I don't suppose I will." Then seemingly so slowly, but in reality fairly swiftly, I felt her pull the hem up. It went up past my thighs until it was caught under my bottom. I lifted myself up to help her and felt it slip over the vee at the top of my legs. It snaked up my tummy and over my waist. As it reached my breasts I lifted my arms up so that Susie could pull it off me. I felt a little embarrassed sitting there bare breasted with the sheet now beneath my knees my tawny, hair covered pubic mound exposed to their view. "Oh Chrissy," Harry murmured, "Your breasts are every bit as wonderful as I've always imagined them." He ran the back of his fingers across the flesh above my nipples sending such a shudder of feelings through me that I am sure my body jerked a little. Smiling and feeling embarrassed I put myself down a bit for I knew that my boobs are in pretty good shape. I replied. "Thanks Harry, but they are starting to sag a little." "No they are lovely," he said reaching out and cupping one as he leaned forward and kissed me softly on my lips. That sent a strong surge of excitement through me. I glanced at Susie as we kissed and felt reassured by her smile and the squeeze she gave me on my hand. She said softly and very thickly, "Why don't you undress darling and get in bed with Chrissy?" She gently pushed me back indicating that I should lay flat on the bed. I snuggled down as Harry quickly lifted his shirt over his head revealing his nicely tanned muscular body that I had glanced at quite admiringly while we had been sunbathing earlier. I could feel the excitement and anticipation together with nervousness and a little guilt building up in me as I saw his fingers undo the belt and zip on his shorts. Slowly he pushed them and his underpants down at the same time. Lifting them outwards to go over his penis he then quickly shoved them down freeing his full erection and baring himself for me. He really did look rather magnificent naked. His flat, six pack stomach, lithe, muscular body, slender, powerful looking legs and his thick, dark and fairly long, fully erect penis, surrounded by a mass of light brown, pubic hairs all combined to make for a vision over which any women would drool. And a very frustrated one lying naked before him waiting to make love to him drooled very strongly indeed. He seemed to pause for a moment as if exhibiting himself to me to ensure my approval before lying beside me and whispering as he took me into his arms, "I want this to be so good for you Chrissy, but if at any time you feel uncomfortable please just say so and we'll stop immediately." His arms went round me pulling my body towards him his mouth opening as it came near to mine. It felt good to be in a man's arms after such a time, but also very strange knowing that it was my friend's husband and that she was sitting on the bed watching everything we did. It also felt a little too intimate kissing him. I had just got used to the fact that Susie was going to let him fuck me, but somehow cuddling and particularly kissing seemed wrong. I held myself a little stiff avoiding his mouth as I turned my head to look at Susie. She was smiling encouragingly and nodded as if to give her approval to what her husband was suggesting. This made me feel better and I relaxed a little sinking more deeply into Harry's embrace. It was wonderful to have my beasts squashed against a man's firm chest, to have a pair of hands roam over my body and to feel the exciting hardness of his erection press deeply and so suggestively into the softness of my tummy. He kissed me, quite tentatively at first making me feel that perhaps he was suffering the same reservations as I was, but then with increasing vigour. My mouth opened and, without really thinking, I ground my lips on his and let his tongue slide into my mouth. The excitement was mounting in me rapidly. Far too rapidly I knew for I could feel myself responding far too quickly and far too strongly. It was, of course due to the pangs of extreme frustration of having no sex for such a time. The excitement almost made me forget Susie was watching and I held her husband tighter and kissed him even more deeply. As his mouth found my aching nipple and his hand slid down my stomach and between my legs the feelings built up rapidly. But remembering that my friend was watching and that is was her husband about to finger fuck me they were not just feelings of arousal. I felt guilt and a sort shame as well, almost in equal parts. I caught Susie's eye and again she smiled and reached out her hand, took hold of mine and squeezed it saying quietly. "It's ok Chrissy, everything's ok, it's cool, go for it," she whispered From a mild tingle and gentle warmth the other feelings, those of arousal, quickly became a torrent of shuddering feelings and blazing heat. "Oh god," I moaned. "Oh my god Harry." "Yes Chrissy," I heard him say as if from afar. "Yes love, let it go, let it go, cum Chrissy, let yourself cum." He was reading me so well for that was precisely what I wanted, no needed, to do, but it made me feel a little foolish. He had hardly touched me, we hadn't made love and I hadn't even felt his cock, yet here I was, like a teenager a quivering wreck about to cum before he had even fingered, let alone fucked me. I felt his fingers slide into my seriously soaked vagina at the same time as his mouth found my aching nipple. The slow movements of his fingers on the so sensitive inner lips and walls of my most intimate place combined with the chewing, slurping, sucking and kissing on my nipples sent me roaring right over the top. As I gasped and moaned, sighed and grunted my body stiffening and convulsing and my back arching, so Susie came closer. She held my face in her hands stroking my hair and caressing my forehead. She bent closer whispering. "Oh yes darling, enjoy it, go with it, let yourself go." Her face was now touching mine and I could smell her perfume and hair spray and, as I opened my eyes, I could see the small crumbs of slightly caked mascara on her eyelids. "Is it good Chrissy, is it wonderful for you?" she breathed softly kissing my cheek. "Yes Susie, yes Harry," I moaned. "It's fantastic," I added, as I squirmed myself more firmly onto his pleasure giving fingers and pushed my breasts harder against his mouth that was relieving some of the tension from my nipples. I was now having a full orgasm, I was in the throes of a climax, Susie's husband was making me cum as I lay nestled in her arms with her lips pressed against my face. Susie and I were holding hands as Harry thrust his fingers in and out of me simulating the fucking movements that I needed so badly. It wasn't just Harry who was reading me so well for my wonderful friend Susie was doing that as well. As her husband finger fucked me she knew instinctively what I wanted. I felt her moving my hand and then marvellously placing it right on Harry's gorgeous erection. That felt wonderful. It was hot, hard, straining and smooth and it was precisely what I needed; I rubbed it lovingly. My Best Friend's Husband and Me As I struggled for breath and tried desperately to stop the bucking, writhing movements of my body so Susie's lips touched mine, so her tongue ran along them and so they opened and surrounded mine. I was too far gone, too aroused and far too far into the ecstasy of this wonderful climax to query it. To wonder at it or to question the fact that our opened mouths were now grinding against each other. So as I, groaning and grunting, sighing and certainly writhing and squirming, rather noisily climaxed, Susie kissed my mouth and held my hands whilst her husband surged his fingers in and out of my pussy and sucked greedily, but so satisfyingly on my breasts. "Oh Chrissy," Susie breathed as they both held me tightly through those post orgasmic moments that can be so traumatic. "Chrissy that was fantastic," Harry said slipping his fingers out of me. "Was it good for you?" Still glowing from the shuddering power of the orgasm I softly said, "Oh yes. Yes it was, it was amazing." "When did you last have one?" Harry asked his hands idly trailing across my tingling breasts. "An orgasm or a er, um..." Smiling and cupping my breast he said. "Fuck, is that the word you are searching for?" That made me smile. "Yes I guess it is. About four months I think" I replied. "Oh poor you, that must be awful," Susie whispered her arms still cradling my head as she gently stroked my hair. "That bastard has to lot to pay for." I smiled, "Oh it's not too bad Sue, you get used to it you know." "Never," she retorted firmly, "I could never get used to going without sex. Harry and I have it nearly every day, don't we darling?" she said leaning across me and kissing her husband. I watched in close up as their tongues met and as they licked round the other's lips before pressing their mouths together into a deep and very passionate kiss. It was a quite amazing scene. There was I naked on a bed, my best friend's husband also naked and erect having just made me cum with his hands as she kissed me. Now, as I looked on they were kissing and touching each other very intimately with their legs pressed against my nakedness. Even as all that was registering with me things became even more bizarre for Harry was now reaching down and taking the bottom of Susie's night dress. I watched in amazement, with a little trepidation and I have to say a degree of excitement, as slowly he pulled that up and up until it was bunched around her chest just under her armpits. Almost as if rehearsed they broke their kiss and Susie lifted her arms up straight and with one smooth movement Harry slid it up and off her body. They kissed again and Harry's hand found his wife's breast and he caressed that just a foot or so from my staring eyes. "You sexy, randy bugger," Susie said smiling and looking down at me. "See Chrissy what I have to put up with, see what a letch he is, I lend him to you and what does he do? Can't keep your hands off can you?" she went on referring back to her husband whose erection she was stroking. "Sorry darling but you know what I am and what you do to me, don't you?" "Yes ok, you're forgiven but this is supposed to be for Chrissy not me you stupid bugger, " Susie laughed back as she broke away from Harry and bent her body towards me her face once more coming very close to mine. She placed her hands on my cheeks and, looking deep into my eyes, she whispered. "I want you and Harry to make love now darling." Her fingers gently caressed my skin as she went on, "I want you to have him Chrissy, I want him to fuck you." We looked into each other's eyes as she said that. My mind was registering the enormity and unconventionality of what we were doing and my body was reacting to the anticipation of what she was offering. "You still want to don't you darling?" she said very croakily as my eyes took in her small breasts dangling just inches from my own slightly larger and fuller boobs. She put one of her hands on my forehead and running that through my hair as Harry snuggled up alongside me she went on. "You still want to have sex with Harry don't you?" I felt terrible yet wonderful, guilty yet pleased and slightly demeaned yet excited. It took me a few moments to find my voice and the words. "Yes Susie, yes please," was the rather lame answer that came out from my mouth as my mind reeled from the confusing situation unfolding before me. Harry leaned over me squashing my breasts with his hairy chest as his hand joined his wife's running through my hair, "You have such a stunning body Chrissy," he whispered his lips once more finding my horrendously erect nipple and sucking all of it deep into his mouth. I could feel his hardness pressing against my leg as he slid half on top me. Susie moved away a little as her husband positioned himself on top of me his cock moulding itself into my stomach. We kissed and again in some ways this seemed an even more outrageous an act than the earlier climax had been. Odd thinking I know but kissing him was so personal, so intimate so loving and so close. It didn't have the sort of dispassionate element that Susie had introduced of 'borrowing her husband' to relieve my sexual frustration. But as his tongue delved in my mouth and as I kissed him back with equal fervour, and as I felt him positioning himself between my thighs that I willingly and totally without inhibitions now, spread for him, such thoughts were cast from my mind. Now, sexual satisfaction and the prospect of the ecstasy of another orgasm that would remove the pangs of frustration that filled me, were my focus and little other considerations were in my mind. I felt Susie close to me and I looked at her as she again cradled my head in her arms. This time it was her bare skin and her naked breasts that pressed against me as she held me in a tight and loving embrace. And this time that did not feel wrong, in fact it felt so right, just as Harry sliding down a little so that his erection was between my thighs did not feel wrong. In fact, both seemed perfect. "I'm going to be fucked right now," I thought rather stupidly as he pressed his cock against my thigh and near to my moist and sensitive lips. "Are you ready, Chrissy?" Susie whispered right in my ear squeezing my hand encouragingly. "Are you ready for Harry to make love to you? Are you ready for him to fuck you Chrissy?" "Yes Susie, oh yes I am," I breathed as I saw her reach down and take hold of her husband's beautiful erection. Pulling gently on it, she placed the tip right against my blood engorged, totally soaked lips; the side of her hand touched them as well. "Then Harry," she said quietly as she kissed him on the top of his head. "Why don't you fuck my best friend?" I then had that absolutely fantastic feeling of a man's length sliding slowly up inside me. That marvellous sensation of being penetrated of being filled and of being, almost, consumed by a man. I grunted and groaned as those familiar, but recently long lost sensations rushed through me. It was so gorgeous to once more have a man inside me and I began to lose all reason and contact with reality. Harry wasn't fucking me, I realised in the normal sense of the way. He wasn't thrusting at me or surging in and out. No, what he was doing was holding himself rigidly still inside me. Why? I have no idea. But it was perfect, just right and so appropriate to what I wanted and needed. I wanted to savour and relish the feel of his hardened flesh inside me and I needed to revel in that sensation. But more so, with Susie cuddling me the situation called for that. The feel of a man inside me as a woman caressed and soothed me. I'd never experienced anything like it before. Anything like having a cock inside me whilst a woman stroked, touched and pressed herself against me. While she stroked my hair, gently rubbed my face and pressed my head against her bare chest. I then felt her leg pressing against me. Pressing against me from my hip to my toes. It was bare and I looked down at her and saw that she'd removed her panties. She'd undressed I realised, presumably in preparation for joining in, for being part of this, part of us, part of me. Was I concerned? Was I outraged or shocked? No not a bit. Somehow and for some reason it seemed absolutely the perfect thing to do. In such circumstances it wasn't at all surprising, given my extreme frustration and lack of recent sexual involvement that I started to orgasm again. But it wasn't like any climax I'd ever had before. No somehow they took me halfway up the mountainside and found a plateau of feelings and sensations there that they then carried me along without going further towards scaling the peak and reaching the crescendo. I drifted along that plane just beneath climaxing where my entire mind and body are so sensitised, but not totally sated. It was wonderful. It was a state I'd never experienced before, a place I hadn't visited, a journey I'd never taken. But I was now such a willing visitor, such an avid traveller and such a supplicant participant in this amazing adventure that I took to it like a duck takes to water. As Harry occasionally moved around inside me so my body would shudder with feelings and so low moans would burst from my mouth. As they happened so Susie would whisper to me and stroke my face and hair. As I clearly became more aroused and comfortable so they both became more adventurous. And as they did that so I responded and reciprocated. In this wonderfully erotic, loving and tender mutual embrace, boundaries became blurred and edges merged together. It was almost as if I lost the clarity to understand where my body ended and where his and hers began. It was as though we were becoming one mass of naked entwined, sexually aroused flesh with no separate entities just one being. We were all connected, me completely to Harry, and Susie and me by our bodies being entwined. My arm had slipped around her and she was cradling my face to her breasts. Harry caressed my breasts as he surged slowly in and out of me holding me back from erupting with a sexual technique the level of which I didn't know existed. I saw that his hands were not just roaming over my body. He was also caressing, stroking and squeezing his wife's as Susie's fingers trailed down both his and mine. My hands had found the tender, smoothness of her back and unconsciously had stroked it sliding up towards her shoulders and down to where the roundness of her bottom sank into the softness of the bed. His hands found my breasts and squeezed and moulded their pliant, soft and so sensitive flesh. He bent his body so that his mouth could reach my hardened, aching nipples and with a wantonly slurping sound he took them into his mouth the sucking, licking and chewing on the pink tips sending such incredible feelings through me. Susie's fingers slid down from my chin, slowly but purposefully. With her other hand she turned my face so our eyes met as her fingers went further downwards. As we looked deeply into each other's eyes so they continued moving. Continued on a path to a destination of which we were both now aware. Her eyes looking to mine for a signal I guess. A red light or a green one? A sign from me that implied no or one that said yes. The merest shake of my head or a look in my eyes that indicated my disagreement would, I knew, mean that they would retreat from the start of the swell of my right breast that they were now lightly touching. But the nodding of my head the look of agreement in them or even, I assumed, the closing of them would tell her that her fingers would be welcome guests on that aching mound that so badly cried out for more attention. I smiled, I nodded and slowly closed my eyes. And then those wonderful fingers moved up the slope. They slid onto the higher parts, they moved towards the peak of those mounds. Eyes closed, I felt my friend caress my breasts, fondle them and touch and then squeeze, so deliciously my nipples. I opened my eyes and hers were still looking at me. We looked into each other's eyes as smiles slowly spread over both of our faces. "Oh Chrissy," she sighed. "Oh Susi," I whined back still slightly smiling as I felt her cup the fullness of my breast in her hand. I closed my eyes again simply letting the feelings of what she and her husband were creating in me wash over me. I guess that was the final barrier. The last hurdle to what, maybe, they'd planned, but what I like to think was a spontaneous act of erotic tenderness for that was how I viewed what we doing. It wasn't lesbianism or even bisexuality, it wasn't what some would consider a sexually deviant threesome. It was more, it was much, much more than that. It seemed so natural, normal and perfect: an act of sheer loving indulgence. It was a joining together of three loving friends. It was a trinity of sexual union. But of course the languid lovemaking couldn't continue for ever. Naturally our responding bodies demanded more, they wanted to go further, push the boundaries out and start the final ascent to the peak of the mountain of orgasm. Harry held my breast as I watched with fascinated intensity my friend's face moved towards it. As if watching a particularly well made erotic movie I saw her lips open. It was as if he was offering her my breasts, but in this situation of near perfect sexual harmony they were not my breasts. They were our breasts. They were Harry's, Susie's and my breasts. I saw her face descend and I saw my nipple vanish inside her pink lips. I then felt the exquisite sensation of my best friend sucking my nipple at the same time as her husband started to thrust in and out of my cunt with a little more urgency. Susie moved so that she was bent into an almost foetal position. She had her face on my chest as she now totally unashamedly made oral love to my breasts. As her mouth and teeth and her lips and hands stimulated every nerve end in my breasts and nipples and as her husband's cock did so many things to me so I found that my hand slid further down her body. So I found that touching her bottom became important to me. And so I found that I wanted to touch her and to touch her intimately. The feel of her rounded bottom at first and then the cleft in the middle slightly later was so wonderful. As was the slight pounding in my chest as my fingers touched her. As were her fingers leaving my breast and now, with little hesitation, sliding under me and fumbling between my bottom and bed. As was the desire that she created in me. I realised I wanted her to touch me and that I wanted to touch her. I moved my bottom a little so that she had more room and then I felt my entire body buck as my long term friend's fingers touched the lips of my vagina that were stretched and opened by her husband's penis. Susie moved her bottom which my hand was caressing. She moved it in a suggestive and inviting way. In a way that opened her up and in a way that clearly indicated what she wanted me to do. It felt so perfectly natural, so appropriate and so wonderful to be giving pleasure to my friend who was rapidly also becoming my lover. Almost at the same time as Susie touched the back of the lips of my vagina so mine found the swollen, velvety wetness of hers. My heart pounded as I ran my fingers along them replicating the movements that men had done on mine and which had pleasured me so much in the past. But it all got too much for us. Harry had been in me now for a long time and understandably he could not wait. Susie had been slowly building up to making love to me and I had had a man in me and a woman caressing me for what seemed an age. And now we really were as one emotionally for we each needed, almost desperately it seemed, to gain the release from the sexual torment that extreme arousal creates. "Oh fuck me Harry," I couldn't help gasping. "Please fuck me now, I can't wait." "Yes Harry fuck Chrissy," Susie breathed her fingers slipping just inside my lips. "Oh god yes, yes," he moaned as he started thrusting harder and harder at me. It was glorious and I started to cum. I started to lose conscious and logical thought as the sensations roaring through my body distorted my mind. I went into that state of such arousal and sexual extremity that I might just as well been unconscious. I lost all sense and meaning and had no idea whatsoever about what I was doing and what I was saying. My body became a receptacle for them to pleasure. My breasts were mounds for them to adore and my cunt became the focus of everything. Of Harry's cock. Of Susie's fingers and of my feelings. I orgasmed very heavily indeed. It wasn't until those feelings subsided a little that I felt the wetness of Susie clamped firmly around my fingers and I then realised they were buried deeply inside her. She was grunting and clasping her thighs around my hand. "Oh, oh, oh. Oh yes, yes Chrissy, yes," she moaned as her fingers dug deeply into my breast. The three of us were a pile of naked thrusting, convulsing flesh as we all climaxed together. As we had the most mutual of three-way orgasms. As each of us made the other cum so heavily and strongly. I woke the next morning alone. Almost immediately my eyes opened my mind flicked back to last night. My first thought was had it really happened? Maybe it had been a dream? But I knew that it hadn't been and that indeed last night I had made love to my best friend as her husband had fucked me. Also, I knew that would not be the last time.