Friend of the Family

"That feels so good," he moaned.

She looked up at him, teary-eyed. "I love your cock." And then after a few moments, she added, "I want to feel you cum inside me."

Tim seemed happy to oblige. He started thrusting his hips up and down, slowly fucking her in and out. Once she recovered from her orgasm, Amy responded by lifting herself up and lowering herself onto his shaft. As they got used to each other's movement, they started fucking hard and fast.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," Amy moaned as he pounded into her.

Her cries of passion redoubled when he leaned forward and started sucking her big tits into his mouth. He also reached around and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, spreading her apart, and giving him the leverage to fuck her harder and deeper. It also gave me a completely unobstructed view of his thick pole pounding into her exposed cunt.

As they fucked each other's brains out, they started kissing passionately. Amy loves to kiss, and has often told me she considers deep kissing even more intimate than sex. And now, as I watched, she was kissing Tim so hard, I thought she might swallow his lips. They were both moaning loudly through their intertwined tongues. Then suddenly, Amy gasped and threw back her head.

"Oh God!" she growled through clenched teeth as she came again.

I felt sick to my stomach. In all my years with Amy, she had never cum more than once during sex. After she stopped shaking, she became much more passive. Tim started fucking her more slowly. He lifted her up until his cock was almost completely out, and then slowly lowered her onto his thick shaft giving her his full length with each stroke.

"This is so good," he sighed again.

"Mmmm, yes," Amy responded, clamping onto his mouth and kissing him deeply again.

By the clock on the nightstand, I watched as Tim and Amy made love for over fifteen minutes, but it seemed like a lifetime. At the end, they started fucking fervently again. Amy put her hands on Tim's shoulders and ground her pussy hard against his crotch. She leaned forward and started sucking his neck, moving on to nibbling his ear lobes.

She started whispering in his ear: "You feel so good. I love your big cock. God, I love your big cock. I want to feel you cum inside me."

Amy's dirty talk seemed to get Tim even hotter. He started pumping his hips faster and faster, until his cock became blur pistoning into my wife's stretched cunt. Amazingly, as Tim raced towards his climax, Amy's sounds of passions got louder and louder. "Oh yeah," Tim growled, his whole body tensing suddenly.

"God, I can feel you coming," Amy managed to grunt out before she climaxed yet again.

Amy draped herself across his chest, and they both slowly pumped their hips as they enjoyed the afterglow.

"That was amazing," Tim said softly.

"Oh God," Amy replied, "I've never felt anything like it. Jenny was a idiot to give you up. You are an amazing lover."

Tim smiled brightly, but then a slight frown came across his face. "You're gonna have to go soon."

Amy nodded her head. "I don't want to, but I have to."

"What are we going to tell Jack?"

"Tim, all Jack wants to know is that you are happy, and that you understand how special you are. Knock 'em dead at that interview tomorrow."

With that, Amy slowly lifted herself up, sliding Tim's thick cock back out of her pussy. His cock slapped wetly against his thigh.

"Sleep well," Amy said, as she reached for her nightgown and started toward the door, her eyes still eyeing his penis lustily.

Keeping ahead of her, I quickly climbed the stairs and ducked into the bedroom. I switched off the light before she arrived, and pretended to be asleep. I just could not confront her right then.

Amy slipped into the bedroom, and ducked silently in the bathroom. She took a long shower, and emerged from the steaming bathroom smelling of soap. She climbed into bed, and pressed her warm body against mine.

"Well?" I said softly.

"I think he is going to be okay."

"Did you?"

She paused. "I love you," she replied softly, and then: "yes."

"I don't want you to... not again..." I started to reply, stopping when I started to choke up.

"I know. I know."

She held me, and we fell asleep quickly, both of us completely drained but for different reasons.

The next day, I got up early to go to work. I could not quite face either Tim or Amy yet. All day at the office, my emotions kept fluttering between anger, remorse, sadness, and relief. As much as I liked Tim, I realized I was looking forward to his leaving, although I hoped time would heal the wound.

Since I got to work so early, I was able to leave a bit early, and I decided to leave in time to miss the rush hour traffic. I walked into the house tired and distracted, and as I started to walk into the bedroom to change, I saw them on the bed.

My jaw must have hit the floor, I was so surprised. I backed away immediately, and then stepped forward to take another peek since I could not believe my eyes. But unfortunately, my eyes were not playing tricks on my.

Amy was on her back on our bed, her long, lean legs propped up over his shoulders. Tim was boning her hard, pounding that huge cock into her with fast, deep strokes. Amy's tits were jiggling wildly with the force of their fucking. They'd obviously been at it for a long time because they were both covered with sweat.

Amy was moaning softly, a low, throaty, passionate rumble. Her right hand was down between her legs, frigging her clit wildly. Tim was breathing loudly through his mouth, gasping for air as the aerobic workout strained his lungs.

"Oooohhh yeah, baby," my wife groaned as her body shook in orgasm.

"I'm cumming too," Tim gasped in response as her pounded into her spasmodically before plunging his cock all the way in and shooting his load into her womb.

As they came down from their sexual high, Tim kept sliding his meat slowly in and out of her wet hole. Amy lifted her legs off his shoulders, and let them fall heavily onto the bed. She gazed up at him, glassy eyes, her sweat-coated chest heaving as she caught her breath.

"You are amazing," he said after a while.

"Oh God, _you_ are amazing," she replied emphatically. "I came five.... oh Jesus, Jack!" she suddenly exclaimed as she spotted in me in the doorway.

Tim tried to spin around to look, but his cock was still wedged too deep inside her, and her had to deliberately extract himself before he could reach for his clothes. As he spun off her, Amy wrapped herself in the bed cover. Tim grabbed his clothes and ran out the room past me, his big dick dangling wetly before him.

"Oh Jack, oh Jack, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," Amy blubbered.

"Goddamn it Amy, what the fuck are you doing?" I shouted.

"Please Jack, please don't be upset. I just..."

"You just were fucking my best friend behind my fucking back," I said cutting her off. "Didn't you get enough last fucking night?"

"No, it wasn't like that. I didn't plan it."

"What the hell does that mean? It's hard to believe that your legs ended up over his shoulders and his dick in your cunt by accident."

"Please let me explain," she cried out plaintively.

I just sneered at her angrily.

"Tim got a second interview. He came home early and told me about it. Well, we popped a bottle of champagne, and started celebrating, and well, before we knew it, we were sort of fooling around."

"Goddammit Amy, you expect me to ..." I paused, I didn't know what to say.

"I wanted to stop it, I knew it was wrong, but Jack, Tim was so happy, and last night seemed to work so well, and I didn't want to turn him down now and hurt his confidence. I mean, that would have made last night mean nothing, and I know how hard this has been for you, and I didn't want it to be in vain."

"I... Goddammit Amy, this is fucking crazy. I told you I didn't want you to do this anymore."

"I know, I know," Amy replied.

Seeing that I was calming down somewhat, Amy grabbed her panties off the floor and started to slide them on. As she dropped the bed sheet, I looked between her legs and gasped in shock.

"You shaved your cunt? For him?!" I had been asking her to do that for years, and she had always refused.

"No, I..." she started, but then realizing the absurdity of any possible defense, she simply admitted it, "yes, I did."

"When? This morning? How the fuck can you say this wasn't planned?"

"No, not this morning. I did it after we first did it this afternoon. I dunno, Tim suggested it. It was just an impulse thing."

"Jesus," I muttered.

"He came home, we had champagne, fooled around, I took a shower and shaved, and then we fooled around some more. I'm sorry."

I just sat down on the bed and shook my head. I looked up at Amy standing next to the bed. She looked incredibly hot, wearing only a pair of thin panties. Her chest was still heaving, making her breasts rise and fall in time with her breaths. Her large nipples were still erect, and I could see a growing wet spot in her panties as Tim's copious seed began leaking from her pussy.

She took a step toward me and dropped to her knees between my legs. She looked up at me, her face still flush, and her hair styled in just-fucked disheveled.

"Please Jack forgive me," she pleaded as she rested her hands on my thighs.

"Amy, I don't know what to say."

"Jack, I love you," she said, tears in her eyes. She started to run her hands up and down my thighs. To my surprise, I felt my cock beginning to stir.

Amy moved her hands up, and lowered my zipper. Then without saying a word, she carefully fished my cock out of my pants, and swallowed me almost whole.

"Oh God," I moaned, as my wife attacked my cock like a street whore.

"Slow down," I said as I felt my balls start to tingle. But Amy just took me deeper into her mouth, her hot tongue massaging my entire shaft, her hands cupping my balls. I came. Hard. Spurt after spurt spewed down my wife's throat. She swallowed every drop, and then sucked and licked my cock clean before replacing it in my pants.

She looked up at me with those big green eyes. "Please don't be angry."

I melted. Melted like a man whose just gotten his cock sucked dry. "I'm not."

She rose quickly, and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower come on. For a while I just stared at the bathroom door, and then with a sigh I got up and changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater. I heard some noises downstairs, and I braced myself for the task of talking to Tim.

When I found him, Tim was quickly finishing up his packing. I realized right away that how I handled the situation would make the difference between keeping my oldest friend and ending the friendship.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," he said back. He went back to stuffing his suitcase.

"You don't need to do that," I said.

"I think I should."

"Look man, it just caught me by surprise. I mean, I didn't expect to walk in on you guys."

"Jack, I'm sorry, I know I should never have done it. I just..."

"You couldn't resist," I finished his sentence for him. "Believe me, I know what you are talking about. It is impossible to resist those green eyes."

"And the rest," he added somewhat inappropriately. I didn't need to be remind that he had sampled all of my wife's charms.

"Yeah, and the rest."

We paused.

"Look, I still think I should go," he offered again.

"Tim, I hear you got a second interview," I said changing the subject.

Tim virtually lit up. "Yeah, can you believe it? Basically, that means that the job is mine to lose. I didn't think I would get it. I owe it all to you and Amy."

I slapped him on the back. "Hey, put away your stuff. Stay for dinner. If you still feel you want to leave afterward, I'll drive you to a hotel."

"Okay," he replied. "Hey do you mind if I stay down here for a while, I need to catch up on a little work."

"Sure, see you in a little while."

I went back upstairs to the main floor. Amy was still in the shower upstairs. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat in the den. Despite the various reconciliations, the house still had a tense atmosphere, and I knew that just as I was trying to work out the implications of the past 24 hours, so too were Tim and Amy.

I tried to imagine how things had transpired this afternoon. I imagined Tim coming back, and finding Amy working in her home office. He breaks the news to her. She jumps up and give him a big hug. They embrace, aware now, after their interlude the night before, of each other's bodies. They pull apart awkwardly. After a pause, Amy remembers the champagne in the fridge. They go to the kitchen.

Amy pops the cork and pours two glasses. They drink. Tim tells Amy about his day. They drink some more. Amy starts to get tipsy. Champagne always goes right to her head. "Oh Tim, that is so great," she says. They hug again. Amy begins to caress his chest. Or maybe it is Tim who begins it by running his hand through her hair. They kiss and press their bodies together.

What starts with a tentative caress quickly turns into an ardent embrace. They claw at each other, tearing off each other's clothes. Amy puts her hand down his pants, and starts to stroke his long, hard cock. His mouth finds her nipple and sucks it hard until Amy cries out in passion. He rubs her hard ass, and then slides a finger between her cheeks. Amy squirms on his hand until his finger finds her wet slit and slides in easily. Seeing her so ready makes him wild.

He grabs Amy by the shoulders and turns her around, bending her over the kitchen counter. Amy spreads her legs, her ass gyrating rapidly in anticipation. She looks over her shoulder, her hair a wild mane. "Do it," she hisses.

Tim is crazed with lust. He takes his cock and rubs it up and down her slit, and when the head slides into her steaming hole, he lunges forward filling her with a single stroke. Amy cries out and cums right away. Tim fucks her now, hard. She is just a convenient hole for him.

As hard as he is fucking her, he still lasts a long time. After a while, Amy is gasping and wheezing, riding a rollercoaster from climax to climax. He reached around and started rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Amy explodes again, and Tim fills her pulsing cunt with his jism. Her caresses her back, his cock still lodged in her pussy. They feel completely comfortable together.

Amy straightens up and his cock slips out. She suggests they shower together. In the bathroom, Amy complains about being sore. Tim offers to massage her pussy. Amy agrees, and sits on the shower stool. Tim kneels before her and soaps her up. He mentions that Jenny used to shave her hair to avoid irritation during sex. Amy asks if he even shaved Jenny. He says yes. She hands him the razor.

Now back out of the shower, he admires her new look. "Maybe we should try it out," she offers as she climbs on the bed, legs spread wide. He moves between her legs and begins to lick her bald snatch. Amy gasps with pleasure. After a while, she reaches down and pulls him up toward her. He looms above her and places her legs on his shoulders. She guides his prick to her waiting cunt. They make love until I walk in on them.

I woke up in my den chair, beer still by my side. There were voices in the kitchen, and I walked in to find Tim and Amy working side by side cooking dinner. They seemed so at ease with each other that anyone meeting us all for the first time would conclude they were man and wife. The minute I walked in though, all conversation seemed to stop.

Tim and Amy made jambalaya, and I uncorked a bottle of white wine. We made some awkward small talk for a while, but it took the second bottle of wine to get us all to loosen up. It turned out that Tim's second interview was not until Thursday, so he would be spending the whole week with us. I did my best to swallow my uneasiness at Tim being around the house all day Tuesday and Wednesday while I was off at work and Amy was working out of her home office. But then I realized I would have to get over it because if Tim landed the job, he would be in town within easy reach of Amy if they ever decided to have a clandestine affair. I just had to trust them.

Over dessert we broke out the cognac, and before too long we were feeling no pain. In our generally hazy state, one of us, I think it was Amy mentioned Jenny and before I knew it we were talking to Tim about her.

"What is she doing now? Do you ever talk to her?" I asked.

"Naw, not really," Tim replied. "I think she married some lawyer in New York."

"That would serve her right," Amy joked. We all had a similar low opinion of lawyers.

Tim laughed, and then said, "yeah, it is probably for the best. Guy can probably buy her a nice house in Greenwich, and she can drive a Beemer. And she can still screw the gardener while he is commuting back and forth to the city."

Amy and I laughed. It was good to see Tim able to joke about the past.

"Still, I bet she has a few regrets," Amy said absentmindedly.

Stupidly, I walked straight into the trap. "Like what? Jenny was, is, a cold calculating bitch."

"I bet she misses Tim in the sack," Amy replied with a lewd grin.

"Amy!" I snapped.

She drained her cognac. Her eyes were glassy, toasted maybe even drunk. "What? It's true. I can't believe she let you go. I mean, God, I'd never let you go," she paused awkwardly, "if I was Jenny, I mean."

Tim shifted uncomfortably. "Well, it has been a long day. Maybe we should all crash."

"Good idea," I replied.

But Amy would have none of that. "Oh come on guys, it is only 9:30. Let's do something."

"What do you want to do?" I ask warily.

"I don't know. How about going out to the Union Jack and playing pool or darts or something."

"Well, I have to work tomorrow," I started to reply, but I was suddenly concerned that they might go out without me. "But, what the heck, let's go."

The Union Jack is our local bar. As the name suggests, it has a British pub theme. It is a nice place, loud on weekends, but turns into a quiet neighborhood bar during the week. And they have a great selection of British and Irish beers on tap.

We got a pitcher of Harp and played a few of games of pool -- cutthroat with Tim winning twice and me once. And then we got a second pitcher and sat down at a table to talk.

We talked a little politics and went over the movies we had recently seen, but again we ended up talking about Jenny again. Amy started grilling Tim about his relationship with Jenny.

"Look that's old news," I finally said cutting in. "How about we talk about something else."

"Oh come on Jack," Amy replied. "You have to remember I only met Tim and Jenny in 2002. So I am curious about what they were like before. You guys never seemed like a good match to me," she said turning back to Tim.

"Well I guess we weren't," Tim answered. "I mean, it was one fight after another."

"Yeah, but it wasn't always like that," I jumped in. I didn't want Tim getting morose thinking about his last years with Jenny.

"I guess. School was good. She was definitely the cutest girl I ever dated. One of the few girls I ever dated really. But you know, looking back on it, I'm not sure we ever really just talked to one another. You know?"

"What do you mean?" Amy pressed.

"Well, we did things together, but I think she just assumed I was going to go to law school and get rich and buy her a big house. We never really talked about it."

"What sort of things did you guys do together?" Amy asked.

"The usual things," Tim said. "Movies, dinner, you know."

"Sex?" Amy asked point-blank.

Tim blushed.

"Oh come on, we don't have any secrets between us," Amy insisted. "Not after this afternoon."

"Well, yeah, of course we had sex," Tim replied.

"Was it good? I mean, I was serious, I don't see how she could have let you go."