10 comments/ 14358 views/ 5 favorites A Faithful Whore Ch. 01 By: ShamelessWife I crossed the final few steps to the bench at the overlook and collapsed as gracefully as I could. I'd had a stitch in my side for the last half mile, but I was determined not to show my discomfort. Anders was an avid hiker, and I'd pretended to be a little more experienced than I really was. I felt like I had a personal responsibility to do my part to dispel the myth that Americans are all fat and lazy. Really, Anders had enough experience with Americans to form his own opinion. He'd been a foreign exchange student his senior year of highschool, living with my husband Erik's family. They'd stayed in touch through college, and when Erik graduated, Anders helped Erik get a job with the Atlanta branch of a Swedish software company. It was only natural that Erik and I welcome Anders into our home when he was sent to Erik's office as a consultant. It saved the company from having to pay for a hotel room. Actually, the two of them had pulled strings to get Anders assigned here for the summer just so they could hang out. A quick glance at him beside me made me feel a little better about my own exhaustion. He was leaning back on the bench with his eyes closed, ignoring the view we'd hiked so far to see. His breathing was measured and heavy, his dark hair was damp with sweat, and his t-shirt was clinging to his chest. Perhaps he was learning that hiking in Georgia was a whole different ballgame than hiking in Sweden. Even exhausted and sweaty, he was gorgeous enough to make my stomach flip. "Ready to start back?" I teased. He opened one eye and moaned. "Not funny, Linds. I feel like I'm in the world's biggest sauna. How do you manage?" I laughed. "Ah, well. I'm faking it, actually. I'm about to keel over, and my heart feels like it's going to explode." He reached over with one arm and laid his hand on my chest. "Wow." He raised an eyebrow. "Don't have a heart attack, ok? I'm not sure I'm going to be able to make it back myself, I know I couldn't carry you." He grinned, but there was something in his eyes that made my heart pound even faster. Did he feel that, I wondered? My tank top was fairly low cut, so there was nothing between his hand and my thudding chest but bare skin. Hopefully he would chalk it all up to over exertion and not his effect on me. He closed his eyes again, but didn't move his hand. I leaned forward as if to tighten my shoe laces, brushing his hand away in the process. My damp auburn hair fell down in a curtain to hide my eyes, and I spent much longer than necessary fiddling with my socks and shoes, hoping to regain my composure before meeting his eyes again. When I finally sat up and leaned back, his arm was across the bench behind me. I shot him a quick look from the corner of my eye, and saw that he was staring off into the distance. I could have sworn there was a smirk playing around his mouth. I pretended to admire the view, trying to process what was happening. We'd hiked five miles uphill, to the top of what could pass for a mountain in Georgia. The overlook was perfectly situated to catch a panoramic view of the valley and surrounding hills. I couldn't appreciate the trees, or the small waterfall in the distance. His arm rested across the worn wood of the bench, barely grazing my neck, and that was all I could focus on. He'd been staying with Erik and me for a week now, and this was the first time we'd touched. I'd never even caught an interested glance from him. Now, the first time we were completely alone, I thought I was picking up signals from him. But was I? Maybe he was just comfortable with me, maybe the Swedes have different cultural mores regarding personal space. He shifted slightly and brushed his fingertips against my upper arm, tracing lines of fire across my skin. No, this wasn't just friendly, comfortable contact. This was deliberate. Sensual. I squirmed out from under his arm and turned to face him. "Anders." I said in as flat a tone as I could manage. "Linds." Yes, there was definitely a smirk on his lips. Kissable, soft, full lips... I shook my head a little. "Are you ready to head back? Erik is expecting us." There. I'd mention my husband, remind him that I was married to his best friend. Remind myself that I was married to my best friend. "No, I need a minute. This... humidity, right? I'm not used to it. How's your heart?" He wrapped his strong fingers around my wrist, as if checking my pulse rate. I made a half-assed attempt to pull my hand away. "My heart's fine, thanks." I wanted to tell him to stop with the not-so-innocent little touches, but a part of me really didn't want him to stop. He slid his fingers up my arm, across my shoulder and rested them on my neck, just under my jaw. I tried not to shiver at the contact. "Yeah, your heart seems fine. So what's wrong?" I gave him my best don't-fuck-with-me look. "Seriously?" I was not about to play that game with him. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had leaned in so his face was just inches from mine, and it was all I could do to maintain eye contact. I'd never noticed his eyes before. Another strike against the stereotype- Swedes were supposed to have blue eyes, but his were a dark, warm brown. I had to look away. "Am I bothering you?" He grinned and his hand dropped back to his side. "Sorry." He was still grinning, obviously unashamed. "Yeah, well. It's Erik you should be apologizing to." Remember Erik? Your buddy? My hubby? "Do you think he would mind me checking your pulse?" He tilted his head to the side, feigning innocent curiosity. "Hmm, I think he'd mind your arm around me, and your hands on me, yes." My own hands were twitching, wanting to tangle in his hair and pull him towards me. I should have known better than to be alone with him, when I'd been fantasizing about him for days. He flashed me his sweetest smile, making my heart skip again. That serious look was back in his dark eyes. "Would he know?" I could hear my own pulse pounding in my ears, and butterflies were springing to life in my stomach. "Oh, wow, Anders. He's your best friend. What are you talking about?" I tried to insert some steel into my voice, so I would be believable. It sounded forced and pathetic to me. My mind was racing with possibilities. All of my late-night fantasies suddenly seemed to be in reach. I shuddered and slid away from him. He leaned back, and actually had the decency to look a little embarrassed. "I don't know. I mean, I wasn't going to..." "Damn right you weren't." I shot back, my voice shaking a little. We definitely weren't. Were we? No, Jesus Christ. Never. I'm married. "Linds, I'm sorry. I didn't think- I mean, I thought you... I didn't mean to bother you like that." He thought I didn't WANT him to touch me. I should have left it at that, but it didn't seem fair. I sighed. "Actually, it wouldn't have bothered me one bit, if it wasn't for Erik." His eyes lit up, and the smile crept back onto his lips. "Oh? Really?" I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but smile. "Yes, really. But I'm freakin' married, Anders." I leaned back against the bench and tried to picture Erik. Guilt surged through me and I felt a little ashamed. "I love him. I mean, you love him too, in your way. He's amazing. He deserves a lot better than his wife and his best friend sneaking around to fuck in the woods." His eyebrows shot up. "Wow, Linds. Language." "Well, what would you call it? 'Making love?' We're hardly in love." Just lust. Super hot, burn-your-clothes-off-with-a-look lust. He thought for a second. "No, I think you got it right the first time. So, if there were no Erik you'd like to fuck me in the woods, huh?" I burst out laughing despite myself. "Sounds about right. But, there is an Erik. And he's expecting us to be home when he gets back from work. It took us forever to get up here, if we don't start back, we'll be late." I stood up, my legs trembling just a little, and looked at him expectantly. "Coming?" His smile was wicked. "Coming? Yeah, in a minute." I shook my head and walked off, his eyes following me. I could feel his eyes watching me, like an electric current down my back. I was glad I'd decided to wear my cute workout clothes, rather than my dumpy, baggy set. The shorts I was wearing were so short my underwear might have shown, if I hadn't been wearing a thong. My tank top was thin and tight, with a built-in bra. Overall, the outfit was pretty slutty. Still, it was practical for the hot summer weather. I'd planned to be back in time to change before Erik got home, anyway. Suddenly anxious to get home, I spun around on the path to make sure Anders was following. My eyes widened when I saw that he was- and he'd taken off his shirt. He must have seen the flash of desire. "What, my shirt was wet. It's hot out here. Besides, you're practically fucking naked." "Language, Anders!" I couldn't help staring at him for a moment before turning back to the path. I saved the image in my brain for future fantasies. He wasn't necessarily better looking than Erik, who had what I'd always considered the perfect body. Both men were lean and muscular, and surprisingly our Swedish friend had developed a tan to rival his Georgia buddy. Still, there were just enough subtle differences in the planes and angles of his chest and abs to make his body seem new and exciting. I stepped over a twisted root in path, and started on a downhill slope when I felt his finger hook into the back of my waistband and tug. I stumbled back, and found myself pressed up against his hard chest. "What the fuck, Anders!" He laughed softly in my ear. "There's a rock there. I didn't want you to trip over it." His hand slid around my waist, teasing my hips and setting me on fire inside. I spun around to face him, but didn't step back. I wanted to slide my hands up his chest, wrap my arms around his neck, and pull him to me. I wanted to press my mouth against his, to run my tongue across his firm, full lips. Instead, I kept my hands by my side and stared him down, breathing raggedly. "I managed to walk up here without your help. I can walk back. Really, you can't do this." He stepped back, and threw his hands up. "I'm not planning to do anything, Linds. Really, I'm just messing with you. I could never actually 'fuck you in the woods.' Or anywhere else. Even if you would, I couldn't do it. Erik's like a brother to me. Besides, his mom would kill me." He gave me an appraising up-and-down look. "Of course, she might understand if she could see you in that outfit..." He smiled his heart-melting smile, and I had to smile back. "What are we doing, then? I'm not going to cheat on Erik. You wouldn't sleep with your friend's wife. So why play games like this?" He looked devilish. "Why not? You've been teasing me with your ass hanging out of your shorts all day. I'm just doing my best to tease you back." "Yeah, well, it's working. Still. We can't touch each other. Jesus, Erik would have a fucking fit if he saw you grab me like that. And honestly-" I paused and looked away before finishing. "Honestly, if you keep this up, I'm not going to want you to stop." I instantly felt a fresh pang of guilt for Erik's sake. It needed to be said, though. When I looked back at him, his devilish smile was gone, replaced by the dark, smoldering look I'd seen earlier. "Fuck, Linds. Why'd you have to say that?" He tried to smile, but I could tell he was struggling to restrain himself. "Yeah. So maybe you just shouldn't touch me anymore. Okay?" My stomach was quivering, and a big part of me still hoped he'd close the gap between us and do something, anything, that would lead us down the wrong path. He was a good friend. He gestured for me to continue walking back to the car, and followed along without another word or touch. The walk back seemed much longer than the walk up, and I was painfully conscious of my ass bouncing as I hurried down the trail. Stupid slutty clothes. After what seemed like an eternity, we made it back to my Volvo and climbed inside. We rode back to the house with the air conditioner blasting, still maintaining our uncomfortable silence. It was hard to remember that just a few hours ago, we'd been totally at ease around each other. Now it felt like one of us had pulled the pin on a grenade and it was just a matter of time before it went off. Erik's truck was pulling in to the driveway just as we rounded the last curve. "Shit!" I glanced down at my shorts and tank top. Anders laughed. "That's what you get, tease." He hopped out of the car and started talking to Erik. From his gestures, he seemed to be complaining about the heat. Seeing the two of them together, I couldn't help but compare. Erik was slightly taller than Anders, and built like a competitive swimmer. His dark hair was cropped close to his head, in contrast with Anders' messy brown mop. He had light blue-green eyes, and the most amazing smile I'd ever seen. Anders lips were sexy, but Erik's were irresistible. I was probably a little biased by the fact that Erik was my husband. An outside observer would have a hard time choosing which one was hotter. I parked the car and grabbed my bag from the back seat. Might as well get it over with. I swung my legs out and stood up. "Hey hon." Erik raised his eyebrows and walked towards me. "Now I know why you were so hot, man." He called over his shoulder to Anders. "Linds, what the hell? Trying to kill my friend?" His eyes swept over me, and I felt a sudden rush of desire for him. I'd been feeling sorry for him, but really, he was going to benefit from all of the sexual frustration Anders and I had built up this afternoon. "Hey, I know how hot it gets here. I dress accordingly. If he can't handle the heat..." I trailed off, locking eyes with Anders over my husband's shoulder. Erik laughed and slid his arm around my lower back, pulling me along with him into the house. Anders stood aside to let us pass, then followed. I could feel his eyes on me, on Erik's hand resting on my waist. A Faithful Whore Ch. 02 Anders and I both needed showers after our romp in the woods. I went first, hurrying so he would have time to get cleaned up before dinner. I toweled off and stuck my head out of the bedroom door, calling down the hall to let Anders know he could go ahead and start his shower in the guest bath. After a few minutes of searching through my closet, I finally decided on another tank top and a tight pair of jeans. Erik hadn't seemed to mind the way I'd been dressed earlier, so I decided to have a little fun. I'd been trying to dress a little better than usual all week- just having a hot guy staying in my house was reason enough for me. Now that I knew he wanted me, it had become a game. Erik ordered in Chinese food, and we ate on the couch, watching a reality TV dance competition. It doesn't get much more American than that. After we finished eating, I snuggled up against my husband on the sofa, trying my hardest not to look at Anders on the loveseat. He seemed to be playing the same game I was, only he was more limited in the sexy clothes department. Straight guys don't really have the equivalent of sexy tank tops. Still, he'd chosen to change straight into his pajamas, which he wore dangerously low around his waist. He kept stretching, leaning back on the loveseat just enough that his white t-shirt rode up to reveal an inch or so of his sculpted abs. The contrast between his tan skin and white shirt caught my eye every time. I couldn't help but wonder if he was even wearing anything under those pants. Erik was oblivious to the tension between us, which made it that much more exciting. I had to hold back a laugh every time Anders stretched, knowing he was doing it just for my benefit. Finally, it got to be too much. Anders seemed to be enjoying himself, teasing me. I wondered if he'd enjoy being teased? I twisted to face Erik and whispered in his ear. "I've seen enough dancing. Let's go to bed." Then I trailed kisses from his ear to his collarbone. He leaned his head back slightly and constricted his arms around me. "Could you be a little more obvious?" He whispered, nodding his head towards Anders, who was pretending to be engrossed in a Viennese waltz. "What? He doesn't know we fuck?" I bit my lip and slid my hand inside his pants, running one finger across his growing erection. Dirty language always did it for Erik. He was up and headed towards the bedroom in an instant, calling out a lame excuse about being tired to Anders. I stood up and stretched languidly, then took a few steps towards Anders. I stared into his eyes, leaned over, and whispered. "I'm going to go fuck my husband. But I'll probably be thinking about you." I smiled sweetly and turned away. Hopefully, dirty language would do it for Anders, too. I skipped out of the room, practically squealing with delight when I heard Anders groan and mutter what I was sure were Swedish curse words. Erik was waiting for me when I got to the bedroom. As soon as I closed the door, he grabbed me by the waist of my jeans and pulled me up against him. The action reminded me of Anders grabbing me on the trail, and I could feel myself getting wet. "I love you." I murmured into his neck, feeling a fresh wave of guilt. It was one thing to tease Anders about thinking of him while fucking my husband, but I knew Erik would be devastated if he knew where my mind was. He wrapped his hands around my hips and pushed me to the bed, unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them off. "Damn." He caught his breath. I was wearing my sexiest thong, one that seemed to be nothing more than black ribbons and lace loosely held together. I smiled, suddenly nervous. Would he wonder why I was wearing it? Would he know I'd been imagining Anders reaction to it when I'd picked it out? My guilty conscience was in overdrive. I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing a matching bra. Erik paused to admire my half-naked body, lightly caressing my inner thigh. "I'm the luckiest fucking guy I know." He shook his head in amazement, then leaned over and started kissing my legs, starting at my calf. By the time his hot, wet mouth reached my inner thigh, I'd forgotten all about the Swede in the living room. There was nothing in the world but me and Erik. He paused with his lips against the damp, sheer fabric of my panties. I could feel the warmth of his breath, and I pressed myself against him, longing for him to continue. "Please." He liked for me to beg. "Please, Erik." He loved for me to say his name. The thought occurred to me that I'd better not ever call out Anders' name, and I almost lost the mood. Then he pushed my thong aside and lowered his burning hot mouth on me, flicking my clit with his tongue. "Fuck! Erik! Oh my God." I cried out and clenched at the blanket with one hand. I grabbed at his hair with the other, holding his head against me. His warm, wet tongue slid down from my clit and plunged into me, twisting and thrusting before moving back to my clit. He sucked gently, still flicking his tongue, and pushed two fingers into me. I gasped and arched my back. "Yes. Ah, fuck. Yes." I moaned and gasped loudly. Still working me with his fingers, he moved his mouth up to mine. I could taste myself on his lips, and he knew I loved that. I moaned deeply, and he broke off from the kiss, laughing. "Linds. You're being kind of loud." His fingers were still moving deep inside me, and I couldn't focus on anything else. "I don't give a fuck." I locked eyes with him and pushed his hand away. "I want your dick inside me. Now." He growled and kissed me hard, pushing his jeans and boxers down with a little help from me. Once he'd worked his clothes off, he leaned over me again, his cock throbbing between my legs. I ran my fingers over his chest, around his nipples, and down his stomach to trace along his shaft and circle his head, savoring the suspense. He twitched, but held back. He wanted me to beg again. I would do better than that. I wiggled down on the mattress until I was below his cock, and took the silky, smooth tip in my mouth, circling it with my tongue. I heard his sharp intake of breath, followed by a soft groan. I took as much of him as I could into my mouth, running my tongue up and down his length. He moaned and his hips jerked involuntarily. "Ah, that feels so good." I continued to work his cock with my mouth, loving his sweet moans and gasps of pleasure, until I tasted the first salty drop of his cum. I slid back up the mattress, and he wrapped his strong hands around the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, and kissed me deeply. We were both frantic with need. I guided his pulsing cock between my lips, and angled my hips to press against him. "Fuck me, Erik. Please." I panted. He thrust into me, filling me completely and making me scream loudly, arching with pleasure. "Oh. My. God." I gasped as he pounded into me, sending shockwaves through my body. I came instantly, locking my legs around him and biting down on his shoulder. A second climax followed immediately after the first, and I cried out his name again. "That's right. Come on my dick." He slammed into me rhythmically, making me dizzy with pleasure. I came over and over, clinging to him, cursing, and crying out his name. I knew he was reaching his own climax, and I wanted it. The changes in his pace and his breathing were pushing me over the edge again, and this time I wanted to bring him with me. "Erik!" I gasped "Come inside me now. I want to feel it." He growled low in his throat and pounded into me even harder. He shouted my name as he came, and the hot, wet sensation brought me to orgasm at the same time. He collapsed on the bed beside me, exhausted from his stellar performance. My hand drifted down to my still quivering slit, and I slid my fingers through a mixture of his cum and mine. I threw my leg over him, clinging to his hard, muscled body, and he ran his fingers down my arm lazily. "I love you. So much" I meant it. The sex was amazing, but it went beyond that. The intimacy of being so close to him, practically one person, had reminded me of how perfectly matched we were. I couldn't comprehend how I'd ever even worried for a second that I might be weak enough to cheat on him with Anders. He pulled me closer. "I love you, Linds." We lay in the bed for a few more minutes, whispering and laughing, then we made ourselves get up. After a quick shower, Erik flopped down on the bed. "Hey baby, could you get us something to drink?" He'd done all of the hard work this time around, so it was the least I could do. I passed by the guest room on my way to the kitchen, and wondered what Anders was doing behind the closed door. I was getting ice from the freezer when I heard his bare feet on the tile behind me. He had taken off his shirt, and his erection was obvious through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. I looked at the ceiling. "Fuck! Anders! Put that away!" My eyes flickered back, comparing him to Erik. It seemed like they were evenly matched in every way. For just a second, I let myself wonder how sex with Anders would be different but equally good. He laughed and leaned against the counter, flaunting his hard-on. "Just wanted you to know it worked. You win. That was fucking hot, by the way." I could feel warmth spreading up my cheeks. "Yeah, it usually is. I'm lucky" "Hmm. I was thinking Erik's lucky." He moved to stand behind me, his flannel-covered cock barely grazing against the small of my back. He brushed my hair back from my ear and whispered "Were you thinking about me?" I turned to meet his smoldering gaze and gave him my most innocent smile. "Not much. I wasn't really capable of thinking." I filled my cup with filtered water from the sink and turned to go back to Erik. Anders called out softly in Swedish, words I didn't know. I forced myself not to turn around. Erik was asleep when I got back to the bedroom. I thought about going back out to talk to Anders, but I knew it was risky and wrong. I crawled in bed next to my husband and tried to sleep. It was hopeless. I found myself lying in bed next to my gorgeous, sleeping husband, masturbating to fantasies about his best friend. I was pretty sure he was thinking of me and doing the same in his bed down the hall. This summer was going to be amazing. A Faithful Whore Ch. 03 I slept late the next morning and woke up to an empty bed. I lay staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, and gradually noticed that the house was silent. Erik and Anders must have gone off without me. Good. I could use a little time to myself. I took a quick shower and threw the sheets into the wash, then grabbed an apple and a chunk of cheese for brunch. Before I could eat, my cell started buzzing. I checked the screen. Lauren. "Hey, whore." "Hey yourself. Why didn't you call me back yesterday?" "Mmm, sorry. I was busy with Anders. Hiking." Just thinking about the previous day's events made my stomach flutter a little. Lauren laughed. "Hiking, for real? Like, in the woods? Weird." "I know, right? Apparently physical activity is all the rage in Sweden." Lauren and I had been best friends since we were twelve, so she knew very well that I wasn't into exercise. She bitched at me at least once a month for being "effortlessly skinny" while she had to "work her ass off" to stay in shape. Still, her work paid off. She was stunningly pretty, with a body to be proud of. "Did Erik go too, or was it just you and Anders?" "Erik had to work." I could practically hear her grinning through the phone. "Oooh, you are going to get yourself in trouble!" I rolled my eyes. "Nah, I'm the good girl, remember? You're the whore." She snorted "It's easy to be good when you've got a husband like Erik. Just know, if you fuck up and get with this Anders guy, Erik is going to be fair game again." Lauren and I had competed viciously over Erik when we'd first met him, and it was a testament to our friendship that we'd made it through the fights we'd had over him. "Geez, Lauren! I'm not going to 'get with Anders'. He's Erik's best friend, even if I was a whore, he'd never sleep with his friend's wife." "Sounds like you've put some thought into this." I needed to change the subject. "Anyway, why'd you call yesterday?" "You know how they do those raffles at work? I won a family four-pack of tickets to White Water. So, I thought we could do a girls' day kinda thing." "I'm in!" I hadn't been to White Water in years, and I thought it would be good to get out with the girls- away from the sexual tension that had suddenly permeated my home. "Well, Cami and Jess aren't in. Apparently they're in Key West, doing a double date vacation." "With Mark and Matt?" "Yep. Weird, right? What do you wanna bet it's a freaky swinger weekend?" We both laughed. Cami and Jess were the last people you'd expect to be swingers, and Cami's hubby Mark was a minister's son. The thought of them getting freaky in Key West was absurd. It was probably just a friendly get together, and I was a little insulted that Erik and I hadn't been invited. "I bet you and Erik would be getting freaky with them, if Anders wasn't in town." Lauren sounded a little sad, she was the only girl from our group who wasn't married, so she was usually left out of our couples activities. "Hey, we can get freaky without them." I joked "How about you, me, Erik, and Anders go to White Water?" With Anders there, Lauren wouldn't feel like such a third wheel. Plus, Lauren was the prefect person to diffuse the tension between Anders and me. She would keep him occupied, for sure. I felt a stupid pang of jealousy thinking about Anders and Lauren together, but I brushed it off. Anders needed to get laid. And once Lauren saw how hot he was, it was pretty much a given that he would. I could be a big girl and share his attention with my best friend. After all, I'd teased him mercilessly, and there was no way I'd ever be able to satisfy him myself. Sigh. Anders and Erik came home shortly after I wrapped up my conversation with Lauren. I heard the door close, and their laughter echoing in the foyer. "Hey guys" I stood on my tiptoes to give Erik a quick kiss. "Where've you been?" Her held up a grocery bag in response. "We got a few things for supper, and some drinks. Thinking about grilling out tonight." I peeked into the bags as they set them on the table. "Hmmm. Meat, more meat, and alcohol." I sighed dramatically. "Never send a man to do a woman's work." "Hey!" Anders protested "We got veggies! Squash, tomatoes, onions, mushrooms. They're in there somewhere. I'm making kebabs. Like a chef." He grinned and brushed past me to the fridge. An image of Anders wearing nothing but a chef's apron sprang unbidden into my mind, and was quickly replaced by a different image, one from my childhood. I snorted with laughter. "You're a Swedish Chef." He looked at me blankly, but Erik laughed. "Like the Muppet Babies, dude. 'Bork, bork bork!'" Anders had obviously never seen the Muppet Babies. I wondered idly if they had American characters in their children's shows that we had never heard of. "The American Gym Teacher" or "The American Waiter". "When are you planning on cooking?" I asked "'Cause my friend Lauren called, and she has four tickets to White Water. We were thinking about going today?" Anders spun around and looked at Erik. "Can we?" He looked like an excited kid, and Erik and I both started laughing. We'd never thought about taking him to White Water, but it made sense that he'd want to go. Sweden probably didn't have much in the way of water parks, considering the average temp over there. Erik grabbed my phone off the counter and tossed it to me. "Lauren, huh? Call her back and tell her we'll be ready when she is." He gave me a mischievous look, and I knew he was thinking of Anders' chances with Lauren. I smiled back and shrugged. "Mmm-k. She'll probably be up here in a half hour or so." As I walked back to the bedroom to get ready, I could just overhear Erik talking to Anders. I swore I heard the word "slut" and I was tempted to be offended for her sake, but I just shook my head and kept walking. If the shoe fits... Lauren parked her Nissan in the drive and I skipped out to meet her. I gave her a quick hug, and she held me back at arms length to look e over. "Linds! You look adorable!" she squealed. My outfit was very similar to hers, we both wore fluttery cotton sundresses over our bikinis. My dress was a dark hunter green, which I thought helped set off my pale skin, auburn hair, and green eyes. "Thanks! I figured I'd embrace my inner leprechaun today. I'm wearing half a bottle of sunscreen, too. SPF 80." She laughed, flipping her white gold hair over her shoulder. "I didn't even know they made SPF 80!" Lauren had never worn sunscreen, I remembered her slathering on tan accelerator oil when we were younger. I was jealous of her tall, blonde, tan looks for years. As a teenager, I'd been scrawny, freckly redhead, and my best friend was total jail bait. Since then, I'd developed some curves on my petite frame and gotten comfortable with the fact that I would never be tan. My only options were white or sun-burn red. Erik insisted that he loved my pale skin, and most of my lingere was black or dark red, to emphasize the contrast. The bikini I wore under my dress today was a dark chocolate brown. Lauren could get away with any color she wanted, and she wore a pure white string bikini under her sky blue dress. Anders was a goner. I grabbed her hand and tugged her towards the door. "You've got to see him, girl. He's-" Anders burst out of the door, interrupting me. "Hey! You must be Lauren! Ready to go?" He was carrying the tote bag I had packed, and I could see the waistband of his swim trunks under his jeans. Damn. No Speedo. He jogged off to toss the bag in the trunk of my car. "Erik said we'd take your car, Linds. Lauren, I guess you'll be stuck in the back with me." He opened the door for her, and finally seemed to get a good look at her. His smile took on a seductive tone, and he gestured towards the car. "After you, Ma'am." She giggled. "I see they've taught you some southern manners, huh?" She slid into the car, looking back at me with undisguised excitement. As he went around to the other side of the car, she leaned out and mouthed the word "Hot!" I clapped my hands and bounced in place like a giddy teenager. "I know, right?!" I mouthed back, before running inside to hurry Erik along. White Water was crowded with families, and the lines were insanely long. Erik and I went on a few slides, then relaxed in the Lazy River while Lauren and Anders worked on his goal of riding every slide in the park. Even though we were surrounded by screaming, splashing children, Erik had set a goal of his own. To convince me to flash him in public. I refused to pull up my top on the whitewater ride, and re-tied the strings of my bottoms when he pulled them loose at the concessions stand. I was relaxing in the Lazy River, leaning back in my inner tube with my feet and hands dangling in the water, when I felt a sudden tug from beneath me and then a rush of cool water against my bare skin. I gasped and sat up, looking around for Erik. He popped up out of the water a few feet away, holding my bikini bottoms in one hand. "Got it!" "Erik!" I shrieked, looking around to see if any kids were nearby. Fortunately, no one else was paying any attention to us. "Oh my God. Ok, you win. Jeez. Give it back!" I reached out with one hand, using the other to try to paddle towards him, but he backstroked away, laughing. "Ok, baby. Catch." He tossed it towards me, and I reached to catch it, but it sailed over my head. I spun my raft around and saw Anders and Lauren standing one a set of steps into the river. Anders was holding my bathing suit in his hand. I caught my breath as he dangled it teasingly. "Bad throw, man. Now she'll have to walk over here to get it." The current was already moving me closer to the steps. I blushed furiously and glanced down, wondering what he could see through the water. I could just make out the dark shadow of my short-cropped hair, and I reached down to cover myself with one hand. I turned my eyes to Lauren, pleading. "Lauren! C'mon!" She reached out with one hand and snagged a string, pulling it away from Anders before he could stop her. She threw it to me as he tried to get it back, and it fell short by a few feet, slowly sinking to the bottom of the pool. I saw Erik eying it, and made a desperate, splashing dive out of my float to grab it before he could. I stood up, triumphantly holding it over my head. "Nice ass, Linds!" Lauren called, splashing through the water towards me. "No way!" I groaned, mortified. "Yep. I think you just blinded half the park when you dove after your suit." she teased. "I hope you put SPF 80 on that." I sank down under the water, as much to cool my burning cheeks as to hide. Other than that embarrassing (but exciting) incident, the day went pretty much as I'd expected. When Anders invited Lauren to stay for drinks and kebabs, we all knew she'd be staying the night. Lauren ran her tongue down the steel skewer, catching Anders' eyes. "That was amazing." she sighed, leaning back in her chair and stretching. "I'm going to be a good guest and clean up. You should help me." She gathered up her plate and glass, and looked pointedly at Anders. He got the hint, and quickly scooped up his dishes and followed her into the house, winking at Erik as he went. I stood up to tidy the rest of the dishes, trying not to think about what was happening inside. I'd fantasized about Anders for weeks, and to be honest, I'd been fantasizing about Lauren for a lot longer. Now they were together, in my guest room. Flashes of long tan legs, dark eyes, and soft lips filled my mind, making my hands shake. Erik came up behind me, his breath tickling my neck. I leaned back into him, needing his strength, and he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, catching my mouth with his. A wave of desire flooded through me, rippling through my arms and legs and centering below my navel. I slid my tongue between his lips, teasingly, and his hands ran down my arms, fingers looping around my wrists. He laid back on a lounge chair and tugged me down until I was straddling him, my knees on the chair on either side of him. His hands slid up my back, pulling me down to press me against his chest. I'd taken off my bathing suit top, and I could feel his warmth through the thin cotton of my dress. My nipples tightened at the contact and I sighed into his neck. "Let's do what they're doing." He whispered into my ear, pulling the strings to remove my bikini bottoms for the second time that day. This time, I didn't resist. I raised up slightly so he could pull them out from under me. I could feel his erection through his khakis, and I wriggled a little to press against him. He jerked in response, and I ground my hips a little harder, eliciting a low moan from him. I stood up, still straddling him. "Let's go inside." I reached for his hand, but instead of standing up, he pulled me back down. "Mmmm, no. I want you to fuck me right here." He held my hips in place with one hand, and reached between my thighs to slide his fingers between my slick lips. I leaned back, wide eyed. "Not here, hon! What if they come back?" He thrust his fingers into me, making me gasp and lean over him again, clinging to his hard chest. "They won't. Besides, you're wearing a dress. They wouldn't be able to see anything." Satisfied that I wasn't going anywhere, he let go of my hip and pulled his fingers out of me, using both hands to undo his khakis. I stood up a little, enough to let him pull his pants down and release his stiff cock. I shook my head, but I didn't move away. The danger of getting caught, on top of the excitement of knowing Lauren and Anders were together inside, made me lightheaded and reckless. Erik closed his eyes and relaxed in the lounge chair, waiting for me to make my move. The setting sun tinted his hair reddish brown, and played along his strong jaw and sensuous lips. I lowered my mouth onto his hungrily, plunging my tongue into his mouth and moaning with anticipation. I reached down with one hand to grasp his shaft, circling it firmly with my fingers and stroking slowly. His hands clenched around my thighs, then moved up to squeeze my ass, briefly exposing my backside to the warm night air. I felt a thrill of anxiety, and reached back to pull my dress down. He chuckled into my kiss and grabbed my dress, pulling it up and exposing me even more. I squealed and stopped kissing him. "Erik!" He dropped my dress and held his hands up "I'll stop. Promise. Just don't... stop." His eyes were intense, and I felt a rush of power. I smiled slowly, seductively and tried to stand up. "I dunno. It's so risky. Maybe we shouldn't..." He could tell I was teasing him, trying to make him beg. Erik was not one to beg for anything. He growled and grabbed my hips roughly. "No. You're fucking me. Right now." I laughed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he tightened his grip until it was painful. He maneuvered me until the smooth tip of his cock was pressing between my swollen, wet lips and then slammed me down onto him, filling me completely in one stroke. I cried out and arched my back, planting my hands on his thighs so I could push off and ride him. He didn't loosen his grip on my hips, using his strong hands to lift me up and pull me back onto him, over and over. I gasped and tilted my head back, letting my hair trail down my back. I barely had to work at all, he took control of my body and made me ride him fast and hard. I gave over to him, letting him set the pace, only concerning myself with trying to mute the sounds I couldn't help making. Every breath turned into a gasping moan, and I bit down on the back of my hand to try to muffle the noise. Erik let go of my hips and slapped my hand away. "Don't you dare" he demanded, grabbing me again. "I want to hear you." I cried out despite myself, digging my nails into his muscular thighs. He bucked underneath me, fucking me as hard as he could. My cries got louder and wilder, and he groaned beneath me as I came, my muscles contracting around him. His own release followed mine, filling me with his hot cum. I pressed myself against him, kissing his jaw, neck, and chest, and continued to move on top of him, shuddering with the aftershocks of my climax. He caught my mouth with his and gave me a lingering, tender kiss. "Hmmm. I love you." he murmured. I snuggled against him and smiled into his neck. "You're amazing." I lay on top of him for a few more moments, savoring the feel of him inside me, then sat up and reluctantly pulled away from him, leaning over to get a cloth napkin from the patio table to clean myself. A small cry escaped my lips when I saw Anders standing in the kitchen window, a glass of water frozen halfway to his mouth. "What's wrong?" Erik asked "Um. Nothing- I, uh... I think Anders saw us." I stammered. He turned to look at the window, but it was empty. A mischievous smile spread across Erik's mouth, and his eyes danced. "Are you sure?" "I dunno how much he saw. He was there...oh my God." I blushed, imagining what he had seen. Had he watched me ride my husband, seen my breasts bouncing as he slammed into me, heard me cry out when I came? The thought sent a forbidden thrill through me. Erik stretched and buttoned his khakis. "He probably didn't see much. And if he did... well, good for him, I guess. Free porn." I stared at him, slightly shocked. "Freak." I teased. He shrugged. "At least we put on a good show. It was a short show, though. Maybe next time..." he trailed off. I slapped his chest, admonishing "There won't be a next time, hon. You may be an exhibitionist, but that freaked me out." And turned me on. God, how that turned me on. We had barely gotten our clothes adjusted when wild-eyed, disheveled Lauren stomped out onto the patio and grabbed my hand. "Girl time." she announced, shooing Erik into the house. He laughed, and as soon as he closed the door, Lauren whirled around to face me. "What. The. Fuck!" she punctuated each word with a sharp jab to my chest. I stepped back and rubbed my chest. "Ouch. Geez, I didn't know he was there. Calm down." She started to say something, then stopped, confused. "What are you talking about?" "Umm, Anders seeing us through the window? Me and Erik? What are you talking about?" It was my turn to be confused. "You. And Anders." She was pissed. "How could you? And why didn't you tell me?" I held my hand out to stop her. "Lauren, you're wrong. I haven't done anything with Anders. I swear." She tilted her head to the side and put her hand on her hip. "Really, Linds? Then tell me why he called me 'Lindsay' while we were fucking." I sat down hard on the lounge chair. "No, he didn't!" I gasped. "Lauren, I swear... I'm so sorry! I never-" She cut me off. "Whatever. I don't care." She waved her hand in the air. "I just don't understand how you could do that to Erik." I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down next to me, then gave her a quick account of my non-romance with Anders. "So we've never done anything. I swear. Just, like, teasing. No cheating." She gave me an appraising look, then sighed and threw her hands up. "Ok, I believe you. Still. That fucker called me Lindsay! Ugh! No one has ever done that to me before. Son of a bitch." She flopped down on her back on the lounge chair, throwing one arm over her eyes. I felt a sharp stab of sympathy towards her, and a pang of guilt that it was my name he had called out. Lauren and I were best friends, but that didn't prevent a certain level of rivalry and jealousy. We'd never gone after the same guys, except for Erik. I knew the fact that he had never shown the slightest bit of interest in her still stung a little. This new thing with Anders was another slap in the face, and I hoped it wouldn't cause hard feelings between us. A Faithful Whore Ch. 03 She rolled towards me suddenly "Oh, you don't think... did he do it on purpose?" My eyes narrowed suspiciously. "No way. He wouldn't. What did he say? Did he apologize?" "Ugh, he acted like he didn't even notice. I bet he did it on purpose, like part of your game. The whole thinking-of-you-while-fucking-someone-else thing. He knew I would tell you." She punched her palm. "Fucking DICK!" Just then, Erik came back out with a couple of drinks for us. Lauren turned hers down, saying she had to head home. She went back in and snatched up her keys, leaving without another word to Anders, who was still in the guest bedroom. "What's that all about?" Erik asked. "Uh, he pissed her off. Called out some other girl's name." I avoided his eyes. He whistled. "Damn, Anders. That's cold. Who was she?" "Some Swedish chick, I guess. I dunno." We hung around outside a little longer, finishing up our drinks. Erik was waiting for Anders to come out so he could tease him about his mistake. Eventually, we decided he had fallen asleep, and headed off to bed ourselves. The next morning, I woke up before Erik and slipped off into the kitchen. Anders always got up early, and I wanted to talk to him alone. To bitch him out for using Lauren like that. He was awake and bleary eyed at the bar, drinking a glass of orange juice. His dark hair was tousled and he was wearing nothing but pajama pants. I fought down a rush of desire and stalked over to him. "Not. Fucking. Funny." I hissed. He set his drink down and looked at me wearily. "What isn't fucking funny?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "That shit you pulled with Lauren last night. It was wrong, and you know it." He looked genuinely confused. "I don't know what I did" he protested, pushing his hair back from his eyes. "Everything was fine- great, actually, and then she punched me in the arm and ran away." I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. "You don't know why she did that?" "No. Do you?" His dark eyes were imploring. I walked around the bar and plopped down on a stool across from him. "Yeah, I do. You called her Lindsay." His mouth dropped open a little, and he started shaking his head. "No. No fucking way. I did not." He started into my eyes, as if to find some confirmation that I was lying. "Are you serious?" My anger at him on behalf of my friend was quickly turning into a much more confusing feeling, and I suddenly needed to get away from his penetrating gaze. I slid down from the stool and strode back to the bedroom, closing the door behind me and leaning against it. I thought of his face in the window, watching me with Erik. I knew now that Lauren had been in the bathroom at the time, fuming. I wanted to be angry for her sake, but when I imagined his voice crying out my name, I felt a warm wetness spreading between my legs. My plan to hook him up with Lauren had failed epically. I should have been disappointed. Instead, I was more excited than before.