I shook my head to try to stop the spinning. My face ached from the slap of the airbag and I had to blink my eyes several times before I could focus. Steam rose from the crumpled front of the car, swirling up over the cracked windshield. Further over on the right side, the windshield was folded outward with thousands of tiny pieces scattered over the hood. I looked at the empty seat and then back to the shattered windshield. Where was Matt? My best friend . . . his airbag hadn’t opened!
I tried to open the door, but it was jammed. I gritted my teeth and leaned into the door, jolting it with my shoulder. Suddenly everything seemed to spin around me, I felt like I was going to be sick, then everything went black.
At first it was dark, too dark to see what I was watching. The video tape I had found in the tumble of mess in my wife’s closet after her shelf finally collapsed under all her stuff looked like it contained nothing discernable. On the TV was just a few shadows in a dimly lit room, nothing discernable was happening. I was ready to rewind the tape and through it in our stack of tapes to be used again when suddenly the light level adjusted.
I saw her then, clearly focused, clearly naked. Her short blond hair curled nicely on her head. The blond locks between her legs matched perfectly. She held her breasts for a moment and then began to walk. The camera panned across the room as she walked self-consciously across the room and climbed onto the bed. I felt my pants stiffen as I watched her. After 11 years of marriage, I still got turned on just looking at her. As she laid back on the bed, the slight paunch at her stomach flattened out. She slowly spread her legs showing that magnificent pussy to the camera. Wondering when she had made this video for me, I realized she was not alone. For the camera to pan like that someone needed to be there operating it. Suddenly, I saw the onscreen image differently.
In a moment I saw a man crawl onto the bed. The picture blurred a bit and then sharpened. His face was off the screen, but I could see his cock, now hard moving towards her face. She took him in her hand and began stroking. As his hips matched her rhythm, she took him in her mouth. Releasing his cock with her hands, she reached and grabbed his ass, squeezing as she pulled him towards her mouth. His left hand reached down and toyed with her nipples, first one and then the other, as she continued to suck him.
He leaned to one side and reached his hand between her legs. The image went blurry for a moment and then focused on his fingers as they slid inside her. I could see the fingers glisten as they went to her clit. They circled slowly as she moved her hips. Oddly, I felt my own cock harden, watching what was happening to her. I focused on the fingers when I heard my wife’s voice on the TV speaker plead with him, “Eat me now, eat me now Matt.”
Matt? Matt! “Son of a bitch,” I screamed as I watched Matt’s face slowly drop down between her legs. From this angle I could only see the top of his head, but it was evident what he was doing from my wife’s moans. Transfixed, I stared at the images in front of me. Images of my best friend eating my wife, bringing her to an orgasm, hearing her moan that way she did with me so often.
His face came into view briefly as he rose back up. He was still in her mouth, as her pace now had quickened. I could hear him moan as he obviously came into her mouth. Damn, he came in her mouth! Shit she hadn’t done that for me in years, complaining how it choked her. She wasn’t choked here as she kept sucking him until he had to pull out of her mouth, a single bead of come dangling from her lips.
The tape continued as he settled next to her and gently toyed with her nipples. I turned off the TV and VCR, took the tape and hid it in my closet. I hopped in my truck and headed for the nearest bar. I had to think. I had to think…
I felt the pain in my head and slowly gained my bearings. That nightmare, that dream, was finally over. I can’t remember how many times I played those images over and over in my head since then. But now I had to get out of the truck. After several painful attempts, the door flung open with a loud creak. I called out: “Matt, where are you?”
I heard a moan in the darkness. In the dim light from the one working headlight, I saw him against a tree just a few feet away.
I limped over to him, “Matt, are you . . . are you alright?” I could see he wasn’t. One leg twisted under him at an odd angle and his arms folded limply over his chest. A dark pool widened beneath his leg.
“I’m cold. What happened? I must’ve been asleep. I heard you yell something about a deer and then we swerved," the words were slow and slurred. I could see him shivering.
“Yeah, I swerved to miss a deer and wrecked your car,” I said to him as calmly as I could. I thought about moving him, but decided not to. I noticed a large knot on his head and could see the swelling at his eyes.
“I feel bad man, I can’t catch my breath,” he gasped. I heard a faint gurgling with each of his breaths.
“Lay still, someone will be along to help us.”
“I’m not gonna make it John.”
I looked into his eyes, wondering if he was right, “Just hang on Matt.”
“No man, I’m gonna die here." The pool of blood was much larger, I realized he was right. He took a breath and whispered, "Look John, I need to tell you something. It’s about Katie and me, we’re in love, she’s gonna leave you. Forgive me man, it wasn’t supposed to happen, it just did. Can you forgive me?”
I grabbed his chin, making sure he was looking at me, at my eyes. “Before I do, I need to confess something to you too,” I said. I watched his every expression, memorizing the reaction, as I said: “There was no deer.” I held his chin savoring the look in my best friend’s face as he slowly died.
Carefully standing up, I limped back to his car, grabbed a rag and wiped my fingerprints off the switch for the passenger side airbag. I sat back in the driver's seat and caught my breath. In a few moments I noticed a vehicle approaching and climbed out of the car waving my arms. I needed to get home, my wife Katie was waiting for me.