Man oh man oh man. I don't know what to say except "he asked for it." Yeah, I know - I really ought to tell him what's going on, but I can't. And she ought to tell him, but she can't make herself tell him, either. Oh well, he really DID ask for it . . .
Not too long ago, my best bud and next-door neighbor, Doug, had to go out of town for a week for business. He'd been boning some company babe for the past year or so behind his wife's back. Everybody else knew, though. But anyway, Doug was basically distrustful of his wife, Molly and was dead sure she'd skank out on him if given the chance. He needed to have some dirt on her, too - just in case the shit ever hit the fan. So he asked me to make a move on her and let him know how quick she was willing to lay back and spread 'em for me.
So he and I drew up a little plan. Right before he left for the airport, Doug fucked up the crapper in their bathroom on purpose. He called Molly later in the day and she told him it wasn't working. So he told her to call me and I'd probably be able to come over later and fix it. Afterwards, I was supposed to make a move on her and see what happened. So she called me. And I told her I'd drop by as soon I got off after work that evening. So far so good.
When I got to their house, my eyeballs just about fell out of my head. Molly was a totally hot blonde; a little on the slutty side. She answered the door wearing a red baby doll negligee thing-ie with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample bosom to its fullest advantage. I followed her down the hall and I swear, my dick got rock hard on the walk between their front door and the bathroom because of course, she wasn't wearing any panties - and her fine, fine ass was jiggling real nice.
Once we got to the bathroom, the two of us stood there talking for a few minutes. Her breasts were absolutely amazing. They were huge and soft and pure creamy white. She didn't even try to cover them up - in fact, quite the contrary. She was practically shaking those sweet babies right in my face - and she was loving the fact that I couldn't take my eyes off them. Until now, I had no idea her nipples were as big and brown and soft as they were.
It was hard to make myself tear myself away from her and settle down and get to work - but after all. that's one of the things I'd shown up for. She stood there in the doorway watching me work and twirling a piece of hair around her finger sort of absent-mindedly. She kept telling me how cool she thought it was that I could fix stuff; that Doug was real good at breaking things but real crap when it came to fixing them.
I spread a bunch of tools around on the floor and took my sweet time acting like I was fixing the not-really-broken toilet. Right after I'd finally "finished the job", Molly disappeared for a few minutes and came back holding two ice-cold bottles of beer. I washed my hands and she offered one to me. When she passed it over to me, I got a whiff of her perfume. She smelled awesome. The thought dawned on me that she'd obviously got herself all ready for me.
We sat next to each other on the couch and watched a little tv while we drank our beer. I asked her if there was anything else that needed fixing before I left. She grinned at me, then got up and strolled out of the room. She came back a few minutes later waving a huge flesh-colored dildo around in the air. "Think you can fix this ?", she asked me with a wicked smile and a sexy glint in her eyes. She plopped down on the couch next to me so close I could feel her warm breath on my neck.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my dick getting bigger and harder with every passing second. I mean . . . Molly was hot as hell - and I'd had fantasies about this exact moment; sitting here with her like this - but I mean, come on . . . she was also my best friend's wife ! But OK - on the other hand, this whole thing had been his goofy idea from the get-go - just so's he could cover his own sorry ass in case he ever needed to.
So anyway we're sitting there and she's got that incredibly sexy red see-through thing on and she's smiling real big and flashing those awesome breasts at me and I really want to make a move on her but at the same time, I feel a little awkward about the while situation. Then she giggles and tells me she's out of beer and maybe I ought to go to the kitchen and get us a couple more from the refrigerator. Good idea - and excellent timing. I need to make a pit stop and take a wizz.
By the time I make it back to the living room, she's dimmed the lights and on the tv screen is a plumpish redhead with a shaved pussy laying on her back on black satin sheets. She's blindfolded and gagged with her own panties and her wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts. A boyishly thin brunette girl is sucking the redhead's breasts while an amazonian blonde is busy ripping the redhead's cunt apart with a huge black leather strap-on .
Molly was laying on the couch with her left leg thrown across the back of it - and her own shaved cunt wide open. She was watching the screen and running her fingers of her left hand up and down the insides of her smooth thighs while slowly diddling herself with her right hand. I stood in the doorway and took in the sights for a minute before I drained half a beer and went strolling into the room.
I set the beer on the coffee table and leaned down and moved her around on the couch a little bit. Then I dropped to my knees and spread her legs apart and started licking and sucking her fat juicy cunt. I couldn't believe how sweet her pussy tasted - or how gooey it was. Her clit was fat and swollen. I drew it into my mouth and tongued it, then pushed it out. I did this a few times and then it wasn't long before her ass started bouncing up and down on the couch and she was breathing hard and whispering my name real loud while she mashed her pussy into my face. She was holding my head tight so I couldn't move it and bouncing her ass up and down and moaning and then she started screaming my name over and over. It was incredible how long she came and how wet she made my face.
A few minutes later, she sat right up and grabbed one of the beers up off the table and took a long pull from it. Then she said, "Wow ! Well, that was big-time fun. OK - your turn now". She stood up and pulled me to my feet and started unbuckling and unzipping my jeans. Then she yanked them down, along with my boxers. She cupped my hard dick in her hands and stared at it for a second or two before dropping to her knees and licking the length of it a few times before popping the whole thing into her mouth and sucking greedily on it. Her sharp fingernails dug painfully into the flesh of my ass and intensified the whole experience. I shot my wad way before I intended to and dropped down to the couch and laid there just catching my breath for a little while.
I must've dozed off. When I woke up, Molly was laying there curled up next to me, buck naked. "There's two more cold ones on the table", she said. "Why don't we drink 'em and then hit the shower ?" Sounded good to me, so that's exactly what we did. We soaped each other up til we were both squeaky clean, then dried each other off.
"Hey, Ronnie ! I ain't through with you yet !" she whispered in my ear. She was pulling me towards the bedroom when I heard her say, "Why don't you come on in here and let me show you what I have in store for you ?" Let me tell you - I was right behind her . . .
My best friend's wife pulled me down onto their huge bed and then somehow rolled underneath me. The softness of her boobs under my chest felt amazing. Her hot, wet tongue was flicking in and out of my mouth and she was grabbing my ass and mashing her cunt into my groin. We rolled around like that for awhile, kissing and feeling each other up. Then she maneuvered me over onto my back and climbed on for the best ride of my life. It was positively indescribable - all I can say is that we both came at exactly the same second. It was truly amazing. And then we both passed out. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night and immediately felt a little guilty as soon as I realized where I was and what I'd done. I let myself out and locked the door behind me. I went across the yard and let myself into my own house and laid down and went to sleep.
I woke up the next morning and went to work and thought about what Molly and I had done the night before. I still felt a little bit guilty, but it really was Doug's own fault. I'd had the hots for Molly since I first laid eyes on her, but I hadn't acted on those urges because after all, Doug and I were supposed to be friends, weren't we ? When I came home from work that evening, she was mowing the grass and waved at me. I went inside and got myself a beer. The phone rang - it was Doug, wanting to know what had happened when I came on to his wife. I'd considered this moment all day long . . . what should I say ? Even now, I still wasn't sure.
And then I heard the words coming out of my mouth just as clear as if they were coming out of someone else's mouth. It was a really weird experience. My voice was telling Doug that I tried and tried to get in her pants, but Molly wasn't having any of it - that she kept her clothes on and her legs together. Doug sounded surprized, to say the least. I hung up the phone and stared at it, thinking about what I'd done. Last night, I'd fucked my best friend's wife - and tonight I'd lied about it.
Then I finished my beer and went over to Doug and Molly's house. Molly had just finished mowing the grass and was standing in the kitchen sweating and sucking down a cold one. I crossed the room to her. She put her arms up, wrapped them around my neck and mashed her lips onto mine and smashed her soft, sweet boobs into my chest. My boy jumped to attention immediately. Molly noticed and started rubbing it through my jeans. I grabbed her breasts and started playing with her big nipples through her sweaty t-shirt. Right away, I felt them get hard under my fingers.
She pulled me into the bathroom and took off my clothes. She took hers off, too. Then she pulled me into the shower and hopped in after me. We soaped each other and then slipped and slid all over each other's bodies. She soaped up her asshole and - after a little initial resistance - my cock popped right in. Man, it felt good ! I came too quick again - I didn't get many opportunities for butt sex.
But I made it up to her when we got out. We fucked all night long - that night and every other night til Doug returned. He seemed happy enough to believe me when I told him she cut me down. His job grew more demanding, keeping him away from home more and more often. So me and Molly have a big, fat secret. And Doug doesn't know a damn thing. That'll teach him to not trust his wife . .