tagAnalBorrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 03

Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 03

byThe Big Bopper©

You will need to read Parts 1 & 2 to fully appreciate this story. You will find those two parts in the Loving Wives category. Martin was shattered by the death of his wife in a car accident, then discovered that she had been cheating on him with her boss. To help Martin recover, his friend John has encouraged his wife Deborah to help Martin sexually on two separate nights.

Chapter 7

Deborah put the kettle on and was only just pouring two coffees when she heard John's car on the driveway. She was back in the living room, handing a cup to Martin when John came through the door. "I'll have one of those two, thanks Deb?"

John threw his keys down on the coffee table, walked over and kissed his wife, smelling the aroma of sex that drifted off her body. "Had a good time, darling?" he asked his wife.

"Yes John ... yes, we did."

John turned to Martin, "So what did you two get up to while I was gone?"

"We screwed each other silly for hours on end," said Martin with a cheeky grin at John.

"What?" screamed Deborah, "John, we didn't!" acting out her part well, but wondering why Martin would say that to John. 'Unless Martin was in on John's whole plan,' pondered Deborah.

"No John, sorry to disappoint, we just had a long game of Monopoly, all night long. Such a shame, would have preferred my first answer. Deb's such a great girl!"

"She sure is," said John, his arm protectively slipping around his wife's shoulders. "Can I have that coffee, darling?"

Deborah broke away and went to the kitchen. While she made John's coffee, she could hear a lot of laughter coming from the living room. She was curious about what they might be discussing.

When she brought John's coffee into the living room, she just caught the end of a conversation, John was saying to Martin, "...must do it again sometime, it went so well."

"What went well, what are you going to do again?" asked Deborah suspiciously. She still had a nagging feeling that John might have conned her, and that Martin may have been in on John's plans tonight from the outset.

John's answer didn't settle her concern. "Oh nothing, Deb, just man talk. "Err ... golf, we've got to play again sometime."

With Deborah back in the room, the conversation included her and there was no more innuendo. They sipped their coffees over small talk and finally John said to Martin, "Marty, I 'm pretty tired. If you don't mind, I'm going to kick you out now. I need to spend some quality time with my wife."

Martin rose, shook John's hand, then he stepped toward Deborah and to her complete surprise, pulled her into his arms and gave her a full kiss on the lips. She felt his tongue trying to force itself between her lips and she twisted away, managing to break the lip lock.

Stepping back, Deborah saw Martin's grin, then looked quickly to John, who was also smiling. "Looks like you two really like each other," was John's strange comment.

John walked Martin to the door and Deborah busied herself clearing up the coffee cups and taking them to the kitchen. John appeared at the kitchen door and Deborah turned to face him. "Well, what an incredible night that was!" John told her, his arms outstretched to her.

Deborah looked at him apprehensively. "Are you okay with it all, John? You're not upset with how intense it got?"

"I loved it, darling. I loved every single minute. Oh, except when you took him into the shower and I couldn't see a thing."

Reassured, Deborah stepped forward into his arms. "I was so nervous, and so worried how you would take it all. You know, I mean it must have been difficult for you having to watch me getting so into it with Martin in our bed. God, it was just so full on, I mean, the orgasms. John, I don't know how many times I came."

"Five ... I counted them all. It was five!"

"I can't believe it. I mean, I can't believe that I actually came that many times ... and I can't believe that you would count them. I have never been able to come so easily before and I can't see why I should just get into bed with Marty and suddenly I become multi-orgasmic."

"Just the circumstances, Deb. You're with me for four years and we get into a bit of a pattern with our loving. Then, along comes a new man – forbidden fruit – but I unleash you to do whatever you want with him. It becomes an exciting adventure to you ... handsome man, but you've known him for years so you feel pretty comfortable with him, then he produces a big cock. It's all so new and exciting. You just reacted to the circumstances.

"John, promise me that tonight won't affect us continuing to love each other."

"I promise, darling! Deb, I'm with you for the long haul. But I've just watched you getting fucked for four solid hours and I'm afraid that I'm desperate for a bit of the action too. Come on, let's go up to bed."

Together, arm in arm, they switched off the downstairs lights and made their way up the stairs. When they entered their bedroom, the first sight was the unmade bed, the sheets crumpled, still damp from Martin's cum and her juices.

Deborah exclaimed, "Oh my God, we can't lie down here, and I'm too tired to change the sheets. Let's use the spare room."

John restrained her, "No Deb, I want you here, in the same bed and on the same sheets where he had you."

"John, you really are quite sick. We don't want to roll around in that."

"Yes we do, come on Deb!"

"No, hold on, John. I'm going to need a shower ... I've still got Marty's cum in me and some on my legs. I'm a real mess."

"Deb, I want you just the way you are. Come on!" and John dragged his wife to the bed and pushed her onto it. She pulled the top sheet up to try to cover the sticky spots.

Deborah quickly shed her gown ... she was naked underneath. On her knees, she shuffled across to the side of the bed and began unbuckling her husband's belt, then she unzipped his fly and the trousers dropped to his ankles. His cock was standing straight out, tenting his boxers, but not quite the way that Martin had tented his underwear.

"Still horny, eh?" she asked him and he nodded an affirmative. "I thought you would have been wanking in the wardrobe."

"I did darling, more than once ... but my damn cock just won't stay down."

"I'll have to see about that," said Deborah as she started to unbutton his shirt. She leaned forward and kissed his nipples as they appeared, then her mouth worked its way down past his navel, her tongue licking his skin on the way down. She grabbed the waistband of his boxers, pulled them out and over his erection, letting his last article of clothing drop.

"Deb, all night I've waited for this moment, to feel my cock inside you. I'm sorry, but the foreplay is going to have to wait. I want you now." He pushed her back onto the bed and moved onto the bed, kneeling alongside her. His hand went straight to her mound while his head moved to cover her breast and his lips wrapped around a nipple.

John clumsily pushed her thighs apart and two of his fingers plunged forward into her cunt, drawing a sudden cry of pain from his wife. Startled, John withdrew the fingers and stopped sucking on her nipple. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"John, I'm so sorry. It's just that ... it's just that I'm so sore down there. It feels like I'm red raw inside. Is there any blood on your fingers?"

John quickly examined his fingers, but there was only a thin film of her juices and something whitish, he realised that it was her juices mixed with a trace of Martin's cum. "No, it's clear," he told her.

"Oh God, when you touched me in there John ... it felt like the tissue was so scraped that it seemed to be torn and shredded. John, it hurt so much! It must be that Martin was so big and he was in there for so long tonight, that he's scraped the walls something shocking. I'm sorry, I know how much you want it, but I can't do this!"

Deborah saw the look of complete disappointment on John's face. He had endured four hours of watching her give and take everything that Martin could deliver from his magnificent weapon. It had stirred John's arousal to the limit and he badly needed her loving to release him from the voyeuristic torture he had just endured.

"What can we do?" John asked her.

"Not much I'm afraid," Deborah answered. "There's no way I could withstand that pain while you get your rocks off, no matter how quick you might be. I'm so sorry, John!"

His arousal demanded that he had to have her now, but his conscience and his love for her told him to back off ... so he did. John fell back onto the bed beside her and stared straight up at the ceiling.

"I could do you with my hand ... Marty seemed to like it the other night," she offered.

"I've been doing that in the wardrobe."

"Not with my hand, you haven't! John, you know I'd do anything for you." Her face came up close to his and her hand went down to touch his cock. "I know how bad you want it right now."

"Deb, I'm sorry, but your hand is not going to do it for me."

There was a long silence between them. Deborah was fighting the guilt again. She had just come through four hours of exquisite pleasure and she knew she owed her husband for the experience he had persuaded her to enjoy.

Her face came closer, she kissed him on the lips, then her mouth was gone. He felt her moving down the bed. Suddenly, he felt her warm breath on the head of his cock, followed by a swipe of her tongue on the sensitive underside. His cock jerked in response.

"Then maybe this will do it for you," was all she said before her mouth engulfed his cockhead and her tongue and lips joined in a slurping and sucking routine.

"Ohhh yes!" he shouted aloud, stunned that she had taken him into her mouth. For four years, she had denied him this pleasure. She had told him often that she had never been able to do it for any man. Earlier tonight, he had watched her go close when she took Martin's knob into her mouth, but she would go no further. Now, she had John's cock in her mouth ... what would she do with it next?

His hands came down to touch her hair, they massaged her scalp as her mouth and tongue became more active. His hands took a hold of her head, keeping her there but not wanting to scare her by gripping her head too hard.

Then came John's next surprise. The woman who hadn't ever been able to take a man's cock into her mouth, had a hold of the base of his cock with one hand while her other hand guided it deeper into her mouth. It slid across her tongue, her mouth stretched wide to accept him. The knob reached the back of her throat and she gagged briefly, but didn't remove him. She just held him deep inside her mouth and her tongue began sliding along his length, slurping greedily.

Deborah seemed to be becoming accustomed to the feel of him in her mouth, adjusting to the size of him, testing her gag reaction. After two or three minutes lying still in her mouth, the guiding hand pushed him slightly further in. She was working the back of her throat, opening the way to get his whole six inches embedded in her oral cavity.

John let out a long sigh, his hands at the back of her head just holding it steady. He wanted – but wasn't game – to move his cock around. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Two or three more minutes went by, then suddenly she drew back her mouth and he began to slip out. He stiffened his hands at her head, trying to hold her mouth onto his cock.

Then, with only the top of his knob still held between her moist lips, to his utter delight, she started to slide her mouth back over his length again. Her lips went almost to his balls before she withdrew again. And so her first true act of fellatio on a man was bestowed on her cuckolded husband. Her rhythm increased. John was impressed, she was good at it, all tongue and lips, particularly on the underside and all too soon he felt his cock tensing, preparing for release.

John tried to think of a bunch of non-sexual things, attempting to nullify the stirring sensations that her lips and tongue were applying to his hard cock. He muttered a moan and Deborah sensed that his time was close. That meant decision time for her. She had overcome her first hurdle, getting the full length of her man's cock into her mouth and throat.

'Can I accept his cum to squirt in my mouth and can I manage to swallow it all down my throat?' Deborah knew there were now only seconds to decide this burning question. Her sucking mouth and licking tongue had so expertly aroused him that despite his earlier multi masturbation, John was on the brink again.

Chivalrously, John elected to warn his wife. "Deb, I'm going to come ... just a few more strokes will do it." He expected her to pull her mouth straight back off his cock, but to his amazement, his wife intensified her movements and the length of him that she would accept into her mouth. She resumed trying to get her lips right down to the base of his stalk. "Deb, any second now," he screamed to her, giving her one final chance to escape having his cum in her throat.

She seemed not to care about his warnings, just intensified her effort to bring him off. It only took two more thrusts by him deep into her mouth, hitting her palate with his cock head and he felt the pleasure surge through his organ. She felt the warm creamy liquid spurting at the back of her throat. She couldn't help gagging, but she managed to quickly overcome it in time to feel the second spurt, pouring enough cum into her throat that she had to swallow. She gulped it down as the third spurt launched from his cock to splash the back of her throat.

"So good ... so good!" he was muttering, almost incoherently as his cock pulsed and sprayed its contents deep into Deborah's sucking throat. Slowly, she pulled her mouth back off his shaft, his cock slipped from the grip of her lips with a pop. She pressed forward again to lay a sweet kiss on his organ, her tongue wiping up the last strands of his cum.

"Where did all that come from?" asked John of his wife. "You've never wanted to do that before."

"I haven't told you, but I have been curious about trying it for some time now. I was just waiting for the right moment. When I became so sore, I felt so bad for you. I knew I had to do something really special to make it up to you. After all, you let me have one of the most amazing nights of my life. I'm never going to forget that."

"Was it amazing in how good Marty's big cock made you feel?"

"No John ... it was an amazing night because of lots of things. Sure, having a cock that huge banging away inside me was a great experience. But that was only one thing. It was coming so many times, what did you say, was it five?"

John nodded. "Yep, five times!"

"And I'll tell you what else. Knowing that you were inside that wardrobe watching every move was a mind-blowing experience. It was such a turn-on! But then, there were also a few times when I actually forgot you were there."

"Would you do it again, Deb?"

There was the question that she was afraid would come. "I don't know, John. I honestly don't know right now. Do you mean with Martin ... or are you suggesting someone else?"

"Nothing really, I don't have anyone in mind. I just wanted to know how much you enjoyed it ... whether it was so good that you would want to try it again. I don't think I'd mind. I did handle it okay, didn't I? I mean, I wasn't really jealous."

"You were fantastic, John. I couldn't have done it if the position was reversed. I couldn't have sat there in the dark and watch you screw one of my closest friends. I'd have been mortified."

"Deb, I do like talking about it, and I want to talk heaps more about every little thing that I saw. But it's getting very late and I'm starting to drift off after you sucked me dry. Can we continue this in the morning?"

"Yes, sure honey. Good night!"

They spooned together in the bed and both were so exhausted from the night that they were asleep in no time.

Chapter 8

John and Deborah slept late after such an exhausting night. Around midday, John was gently eased awake by the feel of a soft feminine hand stroking his rising cock. As his eyes opened slowly, he was fascinated to watch his newly liberated woman lying with her head resting across his thighs, facing up his body and dreamily staring at his enlarged cock while her hand lovingly fondled it. She seemed not to be aware that his eyes were open now.

For a minute or two, he just watched her and the love that he thought he could see in her eyes. Eventually, as his cock had risen to a full erect state again, he spoke to her.

"What are we going to do today?" It sounded like he was asking if they should clean the house, go shopping or have a picnic, but he knew that she would read the question as "What are we going to do sexually today?"

"Good morning," she said brightly, breaking from her dreamy reverie and giving him a broad smile. "I thought we'd just go on and see how many times you can come."

He smiled at her and at how right he had been. Since the first incident between his friend and his wife only three nights ago, John and Deborah had seemed to be living their lives in a constant state of arousal.

"I have had a good eight hours sleep. Just maybe my body has replenished its cum supply. I certainly hope so!"

Her fingers formed an 'o', continuing to trace up and down his erect shaft. "So do I, John!" With that, she lifted her head and brought it forward, her moist lips parting and her tongue laving over his cock head in a wet sweep. John gasped out loud.

"John," she stopped licking and her voice got his attention, his eyes opening again. "I woke up a few times through the night and morning. I guess I was still a bit too excited to sleep. I was thinking about the last few days, about how our sex life has just spun right around."

"What sort of things did you think about?"

"Oh heaps John. About you and I and why we are doing this, letting someone else into our bed. But not so much in a bad way, because it seems to have made us so much closer ... and more intense in our loving and our desires. I find that I just want you all the time."

"That's a good thing, darling."

"I know that, I'm not complaining. And I just want you to know that while having Martin involved was all your idea, I hope that you're still happy with that decision, because I wasn't aware how good it would be."

John frowned at her.

"No, no, don't get me wrong, John. It's not that I will now want him all the time. It's just that I never realised that having a third party involved could spark our old twosome into something electric. I guess that I was pretty naïve about sex, and all. You know, I just did what I felt comfortable with and you've tried to get me to open up a bit. But it was hard."

"If you're talking about the finale last night, Deb, then believe me, you have really opened up. You became the world's greatest cock-sucker at your first attempt."

She smiled at his appreciation. "See, that in itself was truly amazing. I had always thought that it would be dirty to have a man's cock in my mouth. You know, after all, that's where you guys pee from. But not only that, then to have to swallow the sperm really put me off. But somehow, the events of the past few days have freed me from all my inhibitions."

"That's great, Deb," he told her as she shuffled her body up the bed, bringing her face alongside his and giving him a sweet kiss.

"John," she said, pausing for effect to make sure she had his full attention. "I've decided to break one more of my sexual taboos."

"Really?" said John, now keenly interested. "What is that?"

"Well, I've been up for a couple of hours actually. I thought I'd let you sleep. I had a shower to wash off all the remnants of that long night. I also had a bit of a feel in there..."

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