Cumming In My Wife's Best Friend Ch. 02

I groaned and exclaimed, "Fuck, you are so fucking horny...."

Then my eyes opened and I snapped back into the guilty reality that I was shooting cum into my wife's mouth not Helen's, and that my hand was pressed on my wife's head forcing her to stay in position as I shot my load of spunk into her throat. I could feel Natasha gagging slightly, but could also feel her swallowing as I came inside her mouth. Taking my cum, and no doubt thinking with happiness that the exclamation had been aimed at her and not her best friend.

I released the pressure on the back of her head, self-loathing flowing over me in conjunction with the second release of my lust that evening. My wife had wanted to pleasure me to make me hers again, and I had once more betrayed her with my adulterous thoughts, had once again placed her friend above her in my thoughts of sexual desire.

Natasha continued to swallow the rest of my spunk, before sliding away from my cock and standing up. Oblivious to my inner turmoil, and alive with the joy and satisfaction of pleasuring her husband, she smiled at me and ran her hand onto my neck, caressing me briefly.

Then she turned away from me, and bent forwards to place her hands on the third stair on the staircase, her ass pointing up and out at me. She was still wearing her boots, and her cotton dress rode up high at the back of her calves. "Now fuck me John," she stated, almost in a tone of command. "I need my husband's dick inside me."

I turned round to come behind her, my dick still rock hard even after the orgasm seconds earlier. I slid the dress up to rest it around her hips, such that her black panties were displayed to me, then pulled the panties down such that she could shake them down her hips and off over her boots.

I placed my cock at her vagina entrance, put my hands on her hips and then, in direct contrast to the slow teasing way my sex had entered Helen earlier that evening, I entered Natasha in one swift hard movement. "That's it John, fuck me hard," she demanded of me.

I was a guilty, adulterous, betrayer, I thought, as I started to fuck my wife, my thick cock sliding in and out of her already wet cunt. I had cheated on her with my thoughts and my body. Natasha however was not aware of this so it could not impede her own need for quick satisfaction, and she promptly started to moan while I used my hands on her hips to forcefully pull her back onto my dick.

This was the first time I had revisited her vagina since the revelation which had been sex with Helen, and I realised instantly that her pussy could not compare to her best friend's exquisite cunt, that it did not deliciously grip me and envelop me in the way that Helen's had. Of course, Natasha was completely unaware of this as her panting continued in front of me while I fucked her, my cock entering her to the hilt such that my hips banged into her ass.

"Oh, John..." moaned Natasha, "That's it...fuck me, fuck me hard." Her breasts shook every time I slammed into her from behind, pulling her onto me with increased force and vigour.

She was almost grunting now with every powerful entry, but despite her enjoyment I was too shockingly aware of the unflattering comparison I was making, that Natasha's pussy just was not capable of providing the peerless sensation her best friend's had given to me earlier, and I felt somehow angry that Natasha's cunt would forever now be diminished for me.

"God.....nnnnnn.....nnnnnnn," she uttered, making sounds that were more animal-like and primal with each firm thrust. "That's it husband, give it to me."

I was hammering into her for minutes, my stamina extended significantly by the two orgasms I had already experienced that evening, and there was no question that she was building up to a very explosive orgasm herself, as her moans and squeals were becoming more extended and high-pitched with every thrust. Her cunt was sopping wet around me, and the tip of my dick slammed into the deepest part of her as my body banged into her ass.

"Ohhhh......nnnnnn....nnnnnn..." she uttered, now a slave herself to the power of the fucking she was receiving.

Her ass was twisting in front of me as her orgasm drew closer, such that I had to continually drag her back onto my dick, giving her no respite from the pounding she was taking. She was getting very close, but with slight alarm I knew that a further orgasm for myself suddenly seemed a very distant prospect, and I could not escape the thought that her cunt felt so inferior to Helen's.

"Oh, John, I am going to cum...." she finally screamed as I fucked her in our hallway If there was one sure way to alert Natasha that there was more to the encounter with Helen than I had indicated, it would be if I failed to cum while fucking her. But as my wife's familiar body writhed in front of me, impaled on my cock, I knew with adulterous resignation what I would have to do if I wanted to find release. So it was that as she started to shake around me, her legs buckling slightly and her cunt starting to quiver as her orgasm arrived, that I closed my eyes again....

....and I was above Helen again, savouring those first few moments after entering her, when she had looked down at our joined sexes with anxious confusion, while I marvelled at the sensation of her silken cunt....then I jumped to the moment when I had fucked her to orgasm, and my spunk was filling her, pumping into her, overwhelming her with lust as we ground our bodies together...

And at last my third and final orgasm of the evening arrived, my sperm shooting into my wife's vagina as she screamed in front of me in the throes of what was an almighty orgasm.

"Oh...John...fuck, that was so good," she said finally, panting heavily to catch her breath while leaning back into me, my cock still inside her, and turning to kiss me.

I wrapped my arms around her chest and waist from behind, returning the kiss, feeling even more guilt over what had just happened.

"I love you," she whispered, breaking the kiss.

"I love you too," I replied, but even as I said it I knew that I had already made my own decision that I would be returning to her best friend's arms and losing myself in lust with Helen the next evening. I did not have the willpower to resist the sexual desire that I now felt for Natasha's best friend, and the only person who would now stop me returning for more of the delicious experience of infidelity was Helen herself.

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And so, there I was, almost 22 hours later, my hand poised at the door handle to the annexe room in Helen and Mike's house.

The day which had just passed had seemed to extend without end, filled with a nervous anxiety that the phone was going to ring at any given point, delivering the message I did not want to hear. During working hours, every time my Personal Assistant Alison had put a call through I had been expecting it to be Natasha passing on the news that would end my adulterous sexual adventure, announcing that Helen had called the whole idea off, had decided not to try for a second time. Indeed, my productivity for the day had disappeared among recollections of the evening before, memos and emails eclipsed by images of sex and spent lust.

But lunchtime had come, and still Helen had not phoned to cancel, nor had the call come throughout the long afternoon. Then, when I had got home from work and Natasha had greeted me, I was expecting it to be the first thing that she announced, that Helen had decided not to have a second attempt. Instead, I had been kissed on the cheek and informed that we were having pizza for dinner.

And so, the whole day had passed but the call to cancel had not come, to my excited delight. Whatever thoughts of guilt and shame Helen had felt as a result of last night, none of these had been enough to overcome either her desire to get pregnant or her need to feel my cock inside her again. Which meant that she had consciously decided to have a second sexual encounter with me, had decided to invite me back despite knowing that I had produced a sexual response in her cunt with my dick which her husband had never been capable of providing.

When Natasha and I had therefore arrived at Helen and Mike's house, we had been greeted just by Mike, with the music from the downstairs stereo already turned up to an uncomfortably loud level. Apparently Helen was waiting upstairs, and so as I made ready to head upstairs and again fuck her best friend, Natasha kissed me on the cheek and told me that she would be waiting for me. Noticeably, Mike did not shake my hand tonight, but made an awkward gesturing motion towards the stairs, before turning and walking into his living room.

My hand paused at the door handle to the annexe bedroom. Should I knock first, should I show proper social etiquette to the woman I had pumped my sperm into the night before? I decided not to, and turned the door handle and entered the room.

Helen was sat at the side of the bed, and she turned to look at me as soon as I entered the room.

"So, you decided to come?" she asked, neutrally, her fantastic brown eyes finding mine instantly. I noticed immediately that she was wearing a red silk dressing gown, strapped at the waist, which came halfway down her thighs as she sat at the side of the bed. Her silky black hair looked lustrous tonight, resting fully on her shoulders as if she had been brushing it out only moments before, and her lips looked glossy. And there was definitely a stronger essence of her perfume in the room. With excitement, I recognised that she had prepared herself for my visit.

"Yes," I replied. "So, you decided not to cancel?"

"I decided not to cancel," she repeated, the words and their implications left lingering for seconds after she had said them.

"And what about Mike and Natasha?" I asked, my confidence growing slightly as I realised that things were definitely going ahead.

She blushed, then replied, "They must never know what happens in this room. Whatever happens. It will destroy our marriages and our friendships if they find out. We broke so many of Natasha's rules last night."

I knew that was completely true, and indeed had been reflecting upon that during the day. "I know...but at least we didn't break rule one and rule eight," I quipped. Rule one had stated that there were 5 attempts, and rule 8 that we were never to speak about all of this again after the 5 nights, so breaking these last night would really have been some effort. I could not help but give a half-smile at my weak attempt at humour, and she saw this and also appeared to smirk for a second before reverting to a serious look.

"Those are the ones we must never break, under any circumstances, if we care about our marriages. And John, you must not joke about this," she reprimanded me slightly. Then she asked, "Can we do this while abiding by Natasha's rules?"

"You know the answer to that is 'no'," I replied. "We both know that if we do this again, after how incredible last night was, that we will obliterate their rules. By being here, we both know we have already decided to disregard all the other rules."

She looked suddenly downcast, but did not say anything for a few seconds, which was implicit acceptance of my statement. Then she stated, "I felt so...sad...last night, lying down next to Mike, feeling like I had betrayed him in a way I never expected to. I don't know if he sensed that I was in turmoil inside. And yet, I felt sad but at the same time strangely elated. I wanted to call Natasha to cancel today, I really did, but the memory of you being inside me, it was too much. I could not resist being here with you again tonight." This was all delivered quietly, but the words 'inside me' were delivered with emotion, and my lust for her again gripped me.

For a couple of seconds, I wanted to blurt out what I had been thinking about over the course of the last 24 hours, of how I had been thinking about her and what I wanted to do to her. Part of me wanted to tell her about the sex with Natasha the night before and how she had dominated my thoughts during that session. To tell her about how I had been like a schoolboy with a crush all day, counting down the hours to when I could again see the newly found object of my desire.

Instead, with far more control, I said, "Stand up, and come over to me."

She paused for a second, the she got to her feet up and walked to me, and I concluded with elation that she was resolved to the course of action that we were both set upon. I could see the delicious swell of her small breasts against the silk dressing gown, and I felt a sense of triumph from the fact that she had made herself ready for me.

She stopped a couple of feet away from me, her eyes locking onto mine as if to challenge me to make the next move. In response, I moved forward to enter her personal space, about a foot away from her. I could smell her perfume more intensely now, could sense the tantalising proximity of her flesh beneath the dressing gown, and my cock started to respond. However, I also wanted to savour this moment.

"Before we start," I said, emboldened now, and picking up on the theme discussed moments earlier, "I want to set out some new rules."

Her eyebrow raised slightly, but she quickly recognised from my look that I wanted her to play along with my game. "Oh yes? What rules?"

"New rule 1," I announced, edging slightly closer to her, our mouths just inches away. "In this room, there is no guilt, however we both feel when we are outside of this place." I moved my right hand to place it on her left arm.

Her expression shifted slightly again at the use of the word 'guilt', then it looked like she was again re-confirming a decision which she had already made, and with resolve she smiled and said, "Agreed. Shall I make up rule 2?" Her hand moved in turn to my arm.

"Yes, sure," I replied, slightly surprised that she had joined the game so quickly.

"Rule 2. We only have...intercourse....here, in this bedroom." I recognised that she was repeating what Natasha had said the night before, but then she added, "....but, anywhere in this bedroom, and I guess that includes the en-suite too." She edged in closer to me as she expressed this variation of the rule which Natasha had set out, such that there was less than 3 inches between our bodies, her mouth slightly open in a pose which required all of my willpower not to lean down and draw her succulent bottom lip into my mouth.

"Good rule," I whispered, and my other hand found her neck, caressing her neck and hair. She responded in almost cat-like fashion, turning her head into my hand to receive the caress. "Rule 3. We do what we have to do as soon as possible, then finish and go back downstairs. But if what we have to do is make love to each other for over an hour, then that is what we have to do."

"Mmmm....that's a good rule too," she replied, and we both knew that, having already made the joint commitment that this was going to happen, we were crossing yet more boundaries with each other by playing in this manner. "Rule 4. We only undress to the minimum extent required." As she said this, both hands went to my belt, and in seconds she had undone my belt and unzipped my fly, giving some freedom to my now rigid cock, which she stared at brazenly. Having released me, her hands then went to the sash on her dressing gown, and she untied this before sensuously and slowly shrugging the gown off her small shoulders. "As in, take your bottoms off but leave your tops on."

The erotic charge that was already building in the room moved up to another level when she released her incredible body from the dressing gown. Under the gown, she was wearing a red slinky camisole on her top half, which barely covered her small breasts and did nothing to cover her sleek stomach, and she had nothing on her lower half such that her silky slim legs were well-displayed. I consumed the sight of her body like a starving man, savouring her petite frame and toned body, relishing the soft swell of her small breasts and hips, the dark black triangle of the hair at her sex. Her body was flawless, and I could see that she was delighted by my appreciative reaction.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head with purpose, then pushed off my own jeans, so that I was stood in just my boxer shorts, our bodies ever closer, both of knowing that our mutual lust was coiled and waiting to explode upon each other. "Rule 5," I whispered. "No intimate talk, obviously...no saying anything remotely unfaithful like....'you are the most effortlessly erotic woman I have ever met, I want to bend you over the side of that bed and fuck you until you scream for mercy, until I unleash my sperm in you'."

Her hand moved to my chest, resting there lightly. "No, definitely nothing like that, or anything like me saying 'I want to ride your cock and feel you stretch me again in a way which my husband is incapable of doing, and I want to grind my clit against you while I fuck you from on top until you shoot your delicious sperm inside me'."

Her hand slid down from my chest to my lower stomach. "Rule 6," she added. "No intimate touching." With this, she leaned forward gradually so that her head was resting into my chest, and her left hand reached down into my boxers and her delicate fingers trailed softly around my cock. She twisted her hand gently so the palm of her hand was gently caressing me, and then she started to slowly masturbate me. I took the opportunity to lose the last my clothes, as she added, "If we need to use our hands to steady each other, like this...." She leaned more firmly into me as she moved her hand up and down my shaft, "...that's fine. But nothing else."

I responded by moving a hand onto her chest, reaching under her camisole to cup one of her delightful small pert breasts for the first time. My large hand enveloped the breast, and I could feel her nipple pressing hard against my palm.

"Rule 7," I stated, huskily, while her hand slowly manipulated my cock. "There is to be nothing else intimate. "No kissing, obviously..." With this, my other hand raised her chin and our mouths found one another, in a surprisingly controlled and tender kiss. "In fact, nothing with mouths..." And with this I started to trail soft kisses down from her mouth, to her chin, to her slender neck and shoulders, until my mouth was over her breast.

I pushed the camisole up with my hand, relishing the contrast to Natasha's large full tits as I stared at her small breasts, then my mouth was on Helen's small erect nipple. It was hard in my mouth as I started to tease it with my lips and tongue, and I heard Helen whisper, erotically, "Rule 8...let's forget the rest of the rules..."

It was effortless, given our contrasting size and build, to softly pick her up and carry her to the bed, where I lay her gently on her back, her legs pointing out to the side of the mattress. Once she was deposited there I returned to her breasts, sucking and licking the nipple of her right tit while my right hand played with her other breast.

I heard her sigh in pleasure while I aroused one nipple with my tongue while circling my right palm around the other. I had always imagined that I was a big breast fan, given that Natasha and the two girlfriends that had preceded her were all large breasted, but I was delighting now in the experience of being able to surround and engulf Helen's small breasts with my hand and mouth. Helen was clearly very sensitive in her nipples as well, because her body was squirming slightly on the mattress as I pleasured her, and one of her hands moved round to play with the back of my hair.

I circled my right hand on her nipple once more, then slowly started to slide it down her body, teasingly circling on her midriff, waiting to see how she would respond while I continued to lick and suck her other nipple. I felt her legs shift to spread apart, in what was an obvious invitation for my hand to gain access to her sex.