My Best Friend's Wife

About a week and a half after my intense lunch date I came home from work and, after pouring Sarah and myself both a Scotch, settled in my comfortable chair in the living room. We chatted about the events of the day for a while and then she said,

"I was thinking today, it's been quite a few weeks since we saw Michael and Rachel, so I phoned Rachel and invited them round for dinner on Friday. I hope that is OK with you? You don't have anything else in mind have you?"

"Hell no," I thought to myself, "What else could I possibly have in mind?" I felt just a touch panicked at the thought of how we might behave and how we would be able to control ourselves in the presence of our spouses. Out loud I said,

"Of course love, that sounds just fine. What did you have in mind for dinner? How about a nice curry?"

"You and your curry, I swear you're an addict. Oh, alright I'll do it," smiling as she said it.

Friday night came round and, despite my worst fears, was wonderful. Rachel controlled herself perfectly and it only took a short while for me to stop being nervous as well. We enjoyed a very tasty meal and spent the evening laughing and joking like the friends we had always been. It made me realise that whatever was happening between Rachel and I was not love but only lust and was therefore not a danger to us. A perverted kind of logic perhaps, but a form of logic nonetheless.

That night I got into bed and cuddled up to Sarah in a spoon fashion. I nuzzled her neck and caressed her breasts through her long night-gown.

"Mmmm," she murmured and pushed back at me.

"Mmmm," I replied and licked at her ear lobe while I caressed her thigh.

My hand moved ever so smoothly and gently up and down her thigh while I licked and sucked at her ear lobe. She turned her face to me and I kissed her. She did not like me to put my tongue in her mouth but her lips were wonderfully soft and tender and mobile as well. She sighed softly and her legs parted enough to let me move my hand up and cup her sex in my palm. My hand stroked up and down over her smooth growth of pubic hair for a while until she opened a bit more and I was able to slip a finger inside to massage her clit. Moments passed before she gave another little sigh and a moan and reached behind her to grasp my erection in her hand. This was her signal that she was ready for me to penetrate her, so I lifted her thigh a little more and placed the head my erection at the entrance to her vagina. It always amazed me that she was able to get so aroused and so wet from such brief and under the covers foreplay but it never failed. She pushed back at me as I pushed forward and my penis slid smoothly into her tight, silky smooth, warm and very wet sex.

Sarah was not anti sex. She just believed that there was a time and a place and even a way to do it. This was her time and place and this was how she liked it. I moved my erect penis in and out of her vagina in smooth even firm strokes. Each stroke ended with me embedded right to the hilt, feeling her cervix just touching the tip of my penis. Each withdrawal left a trail of sensation on the sensitive tissues of both our organs, repeated on the following insertion. She put her arm round my head and turned hers to kiss me again, her soft lips moving on mine. I knew she was ready for her climax when she whispered,

"Please James, finger me again, finger my clit."

I fingered her, rubbing her swollen nubbin between thumb and forefinger, as I thrust a bit faster, still keeping them long and deep. There was a soft cry, a whimper even, from her then a short sharp shudder and she collapsed, trembling in my arms. I just kept my last thrust deep inside her and let my own climax sweep over me. There was no manic intensity but rather a warm draining as my fluid flowed out and filled her womb. I felt my love pouring into her.

A week passed, and then another, without any more small padded envelopes appearing in the morning mail. I was beginning to wonder if Rachel had decided to stop the madness before it went any further when I came downstairs one morning and found an envelope, exactly the same as the previous one, lying on the hall table where Sarah had put it. I picked it up and stuffed it in my jacket pocket and went through for breakfast. Sarah said good morning and then asked,

"Was that another e Bay thing that arrived this morning?"

"Yes," I replied very casually, "it is another battery for a mobile phone. It's for my secretary. She was impressed at how cheaply I bought mine and asked me to get one for her."

I couldn't wait to get to the office to open the packet. The train was not crowded and I had no travelling companions close to me so I opened the flap and just held it up to my nose for a few seconds while I breathed in and out a few times. It was wonderful. I lowered the envelope to my lap again and, with two fingers reached inside for the scrap of card that I knew I would find in there. I pulled it out and read the typescript on it:

"Next Thursday. Take the afternoon off. Arrange a suite at the Dorchester. Be in the suite by 2.30. Leave a sealed message giving the room number for 'Mrs. Carpenter' at the desk. Don't forget what I like to drink."

When I got to the office I put the envelope into a desk drawer, but not before I had reached inside once more and rubbed the fabric of the panties with my fingers to transfer her scent to me. I spent much of the next few hours touching my face, particularly my upper lip, sniffing as I did so.

Thursday finally arrived. Shortly after 2.00 p.m. I checked in to the Dorchester, a suite on the top floor. I left an envelope for 'Mrs. Carpenter' at the desk and ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon, vintage this time, to be delivered to the room immediately. I let myself into the suite and, five minutes later, when there was a knock on the door I admitted a waiter who had brought the champagne, an ice bucket full of ice, and two glasses. When I had tipped him and he had left I moved the ice bucket, champagne and glasses to the bedroom and then settled down in a comfortable chair to wait.

It was almost 2.30 when there was a light tap on the door. I leaped to my feet and rushed over to open it. Rachel glided in, dropping her full-length coat on the floor as she did so. She came into my open arms, not so much in an embrace as in a collision. We clung to each other, mouths locked together with our tongues flickering back and forth. Our bodies were pressed upon each other so that we could feel each contour. Beneath her fine jersey knit dress she was stark naked, her ample breasts pressing into my chest and her firm rounded buttock cupped in my hand. Her perfume was exotic and sensuous and went straight to my head, intoxicating me. Her sweet scented breath puffed into my mouth as she sighed with wanting and when she whispered,

"Fuck me, James, fuck me now."

We almost ran through to the bedroom and when we got there it was only seconds before she had kicked off her shoes and pulled off her dress before lying flat on her back on the bed with her legs wide apart and looking magnificently decadent and even whorish. I was still struggling to remove my clothes as I looked directly down to her open vagina, only feet away. The pubic hair mound was shaven, but for a thin strip of downy hair which extended upwards from just above her clitoris. The lips of her vagina were slick and smooth and slightly puffy and red from her state of arousal, while her erect clitoris poked prominently out from under its hood. Inside her vagina, inside the half open lips I could see the wet sheen of the mucus covering the walls of her tunnel.

I finally got rid of the last item of my clothing, my shorts. My penis sprang free and stood proud of my body, pointing outward and upward. It was massively erect, the veins along its length prominent while the knob at the end was swollen and almost a purple colour as it filled with blood. I kneeled on the bed between her widespread legs and bent down, intent on inhaling her clit into my mouth.

"No, James, no, no!" she almost screamed at me, "Don't do that. I don't need that. I just need you to fuck me with that fucking beautiful big fucking cock of yours. I need you to fuck me just like you imagined it, just like you told me you did. Fuck me, damnit, fuck my cunt now!"

The head of my penis found her vagina and in an instant I slammed it home and was encased full length in her hot tunnel. She clenched her muscles tight around my shaft and then I began to fuck her like a man possessed. The white heat of total lust just consumed me and I rammed my cock deep into her cunt as hard as I could, driving in and out relentlessly. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and her mouth was open as she almost shouted, over and over,

"Fuck me, James. Fuck me, harder, harder!"

Everything was exactly as it had been in my imagination and this time, as then, it had to end. Her face, neck and chest became all flushed and she started to throw her head from side to side. At the same time I felt my own orgasm grip me and, as I plunged in and out, I began to ejaculate, spurting my semen into her. She trembled violently and went totally rigid before collapsing into the almost unconscious state of 'le petit mort' the little death. I collapsed on top and to the side of her holding her to me as tight as I could, never going to let go.

We slept. About two hours later I awoke. Rachel was lying cuddled up next to me and was very gently stroking my flaccid penis. I looked down at her and she noticed that I was awake. She grinned mischievously and said,

"Look at this sorry wee feller. He came at me like a lion and now he's just a little lamb. I wonder if we can do something to revive him"

So saying she bent forward and took me into her mouth. She began to play, sucking gently up and down and licking the head. I was stiffening up nicely when I slapped her on the rump and told her to straddle my face. She didn't even take her mouth off my penis before I was staring right at the wonderful sight of her dripping hole. I put my face in there like a starving man at a banquet, sucking her clit into my mouth and playing with it with my tongue. I felt her lift her mouth from my penis and then I heard her say,

"James, would you do something for me?"

"Anything," at that moment I would have given her the world.

"Would you fuck me in the arse?"

Would I ever? It was like a dream come true. The cherry on the top. The final ecstasy. In lieu of a reply I spread her arse cheeks wide apart and started to lick the tight puckered ring of her anus, pushing my tongue into it as hard as I could.

"I'll take that as a yes," she giggled and got up and turned round to face me. She gripped my erection in her hand and guided it to her anal entrance, and then she began to sit down on it. It would not go in, she was too tight and I was too large but she persisted. I could see from the look on her face that it was painful for her and I was about to suggest that we give up trying when it happened. My knob just popped in past her sphincter and she continued to slowly lower herself down until my entire length was encased inside her. She sat very still and bent forward a little so that I could cup her breast and caress it and then she spoke to me very softly,

"This is my first time. My very first anal sex. Michael never wanted to, so now I can give this gift to you. I won't be able to come like this but I want you too spend inside me. I want to feel your flow."

I have always cared for Rachel and I always will, but I think that, at that moment, I truly loved her.

She began to move up and down, very, very slowly while I used the ball of my thumb to stimulate her clitoris and my other hand to caress her breast. Because of the tightness of her anus and maybe even because of the emotions I felt I came quite quickly, releasing deep inside her. Only moments later she had another small orgasm herself from the clitoral stimulation. She dismounted and we lay together in silence and contentment. Later on we opened the champagne and drank it while we lay and chatted away about anything and everything like we good friends we are. When it was time we bathed and dressed and prepared to leave.

We stood in the doorway and kissed one last time. I looked down at her and said,

"It's over isn't it?" knowing what the reply would be.

"Yes," she whispered, and walked out of the door and down the corridor.

There is a loose end - Our respective spouses never found out about our brief affair. The friendship enjoyed by Michael and I became an even deeper friendship enjoyed by all of us, Rachel and I were never tempted to repeat the affair.

And a postscript - About two weeks later I received an e-mail at the office. Although it was from an anonymous web mail address I knew it was from Rachel. It read,

"I thought this might amuse you. I will delete the original as soon as this mail goes." Then there followed a cryptic clue to the password required to open the encrypted attachment.

I opened the attachment. She had caught me only seconds before my orgasm. What you could see of my face around the panties was in a fierce grimace and the camera angle somehow made my penis look enormous in my hand. I smiled and pressed the delete key.