Cumming In My Wife's Best Friend Ch. 01

"Rule 2. You only have...intercourse here, in the bedroom of the annexe of this house, while Mike and I are in the house downstairs. We will put music on because frankly I do not want to have to hear any bedsprings creaking, but we both want to be here."

Mike nodded awkwardly as if in agreement, and I wondered what this must be like for him, and how he felt in the moments before allowing another man to fuck his pretty wife. If the roles had been reversed I would have been feeling sick to the stomach right now, particularly at the thought of someone with a much better physique sleeping with my other half.

Helen's husband was a naturally good-looking guy, although at 5'9" he was 5 inches shorter than me, and in his early thirties was already being beset by the twin physical assaults of both baldness and middle-age spread. I exercised regularly and had a full head of hair and a well-honed strong tall physique, and Mike had become a useful benchmark in the last 3 years with which to compare myself when pointing out to Natasha how lucky she was to be married to such a fine physical specimen. I also suspected that my cock's girth and length could put Mike's to shame.

"Rule 3. We want you to do what you have to do as soon as possible, then finish and come back downstairs."

I noticed that Helen blushed at this point. I wondered what was going through her head right now, and whether all she viewed me as was as a supplier of the seed which would impregnate her. That definitely was not the way I was considering the impending intimacy, and a nervous excitement was building in me at the thought of imminent sex with a woman other than my wife, my first experience of extra-marital sex and the first time I would be fucking any other woman than Natasha in more than 10 years.

"Rule 4. Please only undress to the minimum extent required, as in take your bottoms off but leave your tops on."

I glanced at the silk blouse Helen was wearing when Natasha said this, and fleetingly saw the swell of her small breasts pressed against the fabric.

I continued to wonder whether Helen had given much specific thought to the actual act of sex, or whether she was entirely focused on the consequences. I had no idea really whether she even found me attractive.

"Rule 5. No intimate talk, obviously. Just get things done."

At this rate I was expecting someone to present me with a blindfold and a set of headphones, any second now. Anyway, the odd thing about all of the events of the last two days was that it seemed to be Natasha and Mike doing all the talking. Helen and I had barely addressed each other directly since the proposition.

This made me think about the fact that Helen had a higher pitched voice and more refined accent compared to Natasha's deeper down-to earth accent and husky voice. What would that voice sound like if in the throes of passion?

"Rule 6. No intimate touching. If you need to use your hands to...steady each other, fine. But nothing else."

I involuntarily flexed my fingers at this point. I had large hands, but Helen's petite build carried into also having very small delicate hands.

"Rule 7. There is to be nothing else intimate. No kissing, obviously...in fact, nothing with mouths."

Helen interjected at this point, to say "Nat, I am so grateful for you doing this, but...God, as if I would do any of that when you have been so good to me." I looked down at my feet, suspecting that indeed she probably had not given much thought at all to the actual deed of sex with me.

"And to carry on," continued Natasha, "Rule 8. None of us ever speaks of this again after night 5." She turned to look at Helen, and then me. "Is everyone agreed?"

"Of course," I replied, and Helen and Mike also voiced their agreement.

"In that case," finished Natasha, "I guess there is no time like the present."

And then we were all stood up, and Natasha was next to me, giving me a kiss on the cheek and whispering, "Remember what we said – you are all mine."

Mike and Helen also embraced, and slightly bizarrely Mike shook my hand, and then it was time for Helen and I to head upstairs.

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Helen led the way to the annexe bedroom. It was at the far side of their house, and was almost a self-contained flat reached by walking down a long corridor, with a bedroom and attached bathroom with sink, toilet and shower.

I followed Helen into the room, and after I had entered she moved back to the bedroom door and shut it. I heard music come on downstairs (as Natasha had indicated) while I surveyed the room, which was furnished in a basic fashion with the most prominent feature being the king sized bed in the middle. The curtains had been drawn, and one small lamp in the corner was on, lighting the room in a soft orange glow.

I turned to look down at Helen, who was about a metre away from me, a foot shorter in height. She made eye contact with me, and I could suddenly tell she was nervous and ill-at-ease. Hell, I suddenly felt school-boy nervous and there was definitely an uneasy tension in the room.

"Well," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Here we are. So, what do we do now?"

Helen blushed and smiled embarrassedly at this, then said. "I suppose we could both get into bed under the covers, then take our lower half clothing off."

I noted to myself as she said this that she really did look fine tonight, and Mike was definitely a lucky man. I was particularly captivated by her stunning dark brown eyes, and I was surprised I had never really noticed them properly until now.

"Ok then," I said, and we both moved to opposite sides of the bed, sliding under the duvet cover, until we stopped, lying on our sides facing each other about a metre apart. I was on the left of the bed and she was on the right, and we were close enough together for me to be able to smell the fresh-scented perfume she was wearing. I had put on my favourite aftershave, which no doubt she could also smell.

We made eye contact again, while there was another awkward silence while we both waited for the other one to say or do something.

"This is slightly weird," I said. "I can honestly say that I never expected the two of us to find ourselves together in these circumstances."

"I know," she replied, with a half-smile, her pert small breast again visibly pressing against her tight silk blouse as she rested on her side on her elbow. I could only half-see, because I did not want to drop my eye contact and stare directly at her chest, but I was pretty sure that she was not wearing a bra under the shirt, and that I could detect the points of her nipples pressing against the fabric. "I really appreciate you being prepared to do this."

My pleasure, I thought, but decided not to voice that. "So, do we take our jeans off now?" I asked, and she responded by nodding and then starting to wriggle slightly under the duvet, and then the jeans were cast from the side of the bed. I followed suit, then said, "And I guess we get rid of my boxers and your...erm...underwear as well?"

"I guess we do," she replied, again blushing in what I was beginning to think of as quite an endearing way. More wriggling ensued from both of us, and then we were both in bed together, still about a metre apart and naked from the waste down, me wearing a close-fitting t-shirt on the top half and Helen wearing only the silk blouse. Despite my earlier anticipation, the slight awkwardness of the situation meant that I was currently completely flaccid.

There was an uncomfortable silence, then Helen finally said, "Do we need to make ourselves...ready? Shall I lay on my back?"

It was my turn to look embarrassed. "Look, Helen, I never have any problems getting ready for...intercourse, but right now there is no movement down...there." I made a meaningful look towards my midriff, currently hidden under the duvet. "I think I will need to touch myself. Is that OK?"

"God....this is really embarrassing, isn't it?" she said, openly smiling for the first time. "I think I will need to touch myself too, to also get myself...ready for you."

I then lay on my back, looking across at her as she did the same, and we both move slid slightly closer together. Again, there was shifting under the duvet as I placed my right hand on my cock, and her left arm moved down to her midriff. "We had better be careful that we don't break Rule 5, no intimate talk, with all this talk of getting ready," I joked. "Shall we start on a count of three."

This at least earned a laugh, but she didn't reply and after a second I looked across at her and noticed that her arm had begun to move under the duvet, and she had undoubtedly begun to touch her lower parts to prepare herself for sex. She had also closed her eyes while she did this, such that I was able to openly feast my eyes upon her very cute and attractive face and slender but sexy top half.

There was a look of intense concentration on her face, and she had adopted an expression which could not be described as anything other than incredibly erotic, her mouth slightly open with her top teeth resting on her bottom lip.

I could also see her chest rising and falling in deep breaths while the top part of her arm (the only part visible to me) moved slowly in what was clearly a masturbatory motion. I could in particular now clearly see the erect nipples of her breasts pressing against the silk fabric, and I had indeed been correct that she was not wearing a bra.

I wondered what image or thought she was using to turn herself on to get herself moist enough for sex, whether she was thinking about Mike, or thinking about me and what was about to happen. I suspected the former was far more likely. I then wondered whether she was already wet enough to take my cock.

It was at this point that the reality of being in bed with my wife's attractive and sexy best friend, who was now masturbating herself less than a metre from me, suddenly hit me. My cock responded at the same instant, and I didn't need to use my hand any more, since I was hard within seconds. God, I thought to myself truthfully, I want this sex more than anything I have wanted in a long time. My 7 inch cock felt painfully hard and ready for fucking.

"I'm ready," I stated, in a voice which surprised me with its huskiness.

She opened her eyes and looked at me through narrowed eyes. "Me too," she said in what was little more than a whisper. "I think I should stay on my back...you go on top?"

"OK," I replied, and we both moved closer prior to me turning and then swinging my body over her, careful to keep the duvet over us and also to hold myself up so that our bodies were not at this point touching. I felt her spread her legs under the duvet, while I placed my hands on either side of her neck, above her shoulders. I was therefore above her in the bed, holding myself up with my arms, my legs between hers so that my cock must have been only 2 or 3 inches from her core, our chests and faces about 12 inches apart.

I was very glad at this moment for my physique, and I knew that the muscles on my arms, shoulders and chest would be clearly apparent to her. Again, I felt satisfied that my body was so much better toned than Mike's, and I was sure she could not have failed to notice that.

I was also amazed at the physical difference between her and Natasha, at how petite, slim and delicate her neck, shoulders and chest were when compared to my wife, and how enticing I found that.

My cock was incredibly hard and I savoured the anticipation that I was going to enter her in a few moments, while I looked down at her body. I could see the swell of her slim hip in the dark under the duvet, and the nearness of our bodies...

I realised that I had been devouring her body with my eyes and lustful thoughts, and quickly snapped my eyes up to look at her face. She met my eyes in return, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes wide as if with half-realisation of what I had been thinking.

"Ready?" I whispered softly, edging my cock closer to her entrance, without touching.

"Yes..." she replied, still holding the look with me, her eyes full of apparent trepidation, her mouth slightly open.

I moved my cock gently forwards and then it was touching her, the tip resting at the entrance to her vagina. Immediately I could feel her heat, and I knew that her brief masturbation had succeeded in arousing her.

She shifted her body slightly and then I slowly entered her with the tip of my hard thick cock, pushing the first two inches of my member into her. My eyes had remained on hers, and I could clearly see the moment when she first felt herself stretching around my girth and abruptly realised that my cock was much bigger than her husband's, because her eye-brows lifted, her eyes widened and her mouth involuntarily formed an 'Oh' shape.

Her cunt stretched around me, deliciously hot and wet, as I proceeded to insert more of my dick into her. I could hear my breathing, and see and hear hers, as three...four...five inches filled her, filled her with a cock which I instinctively knew from her reaction was bigger and thicker than anything she had experienced in her life before.

I saw her hands subtly grasp the bed-sheet to hold herself steady as I pushed into her, and she continued to hold my direct stare as her cunt received me, her nose scrunching up slightly.

And God, her cunt felt incredible. She was fantastically tight around me, but stretching wonderfully as I filled her, and she was deliciously hot and wet. As the remaining inches of my cock slid into her, until I finally paused as my full 7 inches were consumed by her, I could not help but compare the tight gripping sensation on my cock with Natasha's cunt. And in this comparison, I knew immediately that my wife's significantly looser cunt was a distant second, whereas Helen's cunt fitted my member like a glove. I had never in my life experienced such an exquisite feeling vagina.

As I finally stopped pushing my dick into her, I also saw Helen's now flushed face make almost a gasp, and a small involuntary shiver ran through her whole body, resulting in a lovely quivering sensation in her cunt as it gripped me. She lifted her head from the pillow and appeared to look down our bodies towards our joined genitalia, as if in confusion, before again fixing her eyes on mine with almost a plaintive look on her face.

I knew then and there that she had not expected this, had not expected my cock to be so much longer and thicker than her husband's. I also knew then that she had been approaching this scientifically, not focusing on the act of sex but only on the result, thinking that she would lie there and without passion would receive my seed, and then the act would be over.

But that was before my dick had filled her as it had now, stretching her exquisitely, the tip pressed into her cervix. Before the reality of knowing that she was not going to have...passionless intercourse with me... but that we were about to have sex. That she was about to fuck her best friend's husband, and feel a cock inside her that was much larger than her husband's or indeed had significantly more girth than any cock which she had ever been fucked by.

Her top teeth moved to rest on her bottom lip, her eyes held mine, and I started to fuck her.

I moved my hips to slowly withdraw from her, then I pushed forward again, filling her gently but firmly, savouring the feel of her incredible cunt as my flesh once again slid into and through it.

I repeated this, then again, and again, slowly and steadily moving my hips to fuck my wife's sexy best friend. My arms were still positioned above her shoulder, and I saw her fingers now clench the sheet to try to hold herself in place, but I deliberately pressured my midriff against hers with every soft thrust, pushing her up the bed, my balls resting against her each time she was completely filled.

Her mouth was now open and appeared to make the 'Oh' shape with every push. At first, it appeared that she was trying to remain passive and just receive the thrust, with her legs spread and her hips steady, with no reciprocal clenching of her cunt as I was inside her. However, I knew instinctively and triumphantly that this was becoming more difficult for her with every withdrawal and insertion, and gradually I began to feel her cunt move to grip me on every inwards movement, and release me as I withdrew. Christ, her cunt muscles were incredible.

This was all the encouragement I needed to increase the tempo, very slightly, fucking her firmly but with a gradually faster pace. This in turn resulted in more pronounced gripping motions from her cunt. The sensations the little clenching movements produced for me was undoubtedly beyond anything I had ever experienced with Natasha, and I think she at this point she recognised the same surprise in my face that I had seen in her moments before...this was sex that felt right, better than anything we had felt before in our lives.

"God, this feels good," I uttered breathlessly, almost before I could stop myself, breaking Rule 5, as I continued to thrust my penis into her.

"Uh-huh," was all she responded, her voice now as husky sounding as mine had been moments earlier.

I could not help but lower my body slightly as I fucked her, putting weight on my elbows rather than my hands. My face dropped to within inches of hers, our eyes fixed on each other as we fucked.

My dick continued to move...IN...OUT...IN....OUT...stretching her around my shaft, impaling her on my rigid cock. I was deliberately now rubbing my pelvic area on her clitoris as I thrust into her, and after a couple of thrusts adopting this motion I felt her respond by grinding her own pelvis against me.

"Nnnnnn..." She suddenly made this sound, half word and half grunt, and I knew that she was deeply feeling me, feeling this act of sex.

I continued to fuck her while grinding my pelvic area against her, and at this point I moved first my right hand then my left hand to seek out hers where they gripped the sheet. My hands were much larger than hers, but as I thrust into her with increasing pace and force, I pressed my fingers into hers until our fingers on each hand were intertwined, the back of her hands pressed into the bed, and we were connected at the hands as well as the cunt.

Incredibly, this felt as intimate as anything we had done to this point, and we both recognised immediately that in locking our fingers together we had crossed a threshold of intimacy that our partners had not been expecting us to cross.

Our hands though continued to grip each other's as I now started to pound into her, fucking her for all my worth, spreading her delicious cunt around my hard hot meat.

I lowered my body such that our chests touched, continuing to fuck her with increasing abandon, feeling her now hard nipples rub against me through the fabric of her shirt. As I now started to hammer into her welcoming tight vagina, grinding our pelvises together, our chests also now pressed into each other.

I was fucking her with complete abandon, withdrawing my 7 inch length and then powerfully thrusting it back into her exquisite cunt, feeling her body start to writhe beneath me with each thrust.

HARD....DEEP....my dick penetrated her, stretching her around me while my body pinned her petite frame in place. She had started to grunt with each inward thrust, a low guttural sound which was matched by my own panting as I pounded her pussy.

I lowered my head to her ear and could not help but lick her ear before whispering, "This is the most incredible sex I have ever had."

This appeared to be too much for her, and the next thing I felt was her legs, which had to this point been spread, bending inwards to pull me tightly into her. Then she was gripping me with her legs, holding my cock inside her while her cunt muscles clenched around me. Then her head came forward to nestle in the angle between my head and shoulder, and she abruptly said, "Fuck...."