Helping Out a Friend Ch. 04

I ran into the living room to find Megan sitting on the couch with her head hung low, holding it in her hands.

"What's the matter?" I asked Megan.

Through small sobs Megan replied, "I thought I would be ok with this, but actually seeing you and Sara have sex was harder than I thought it was going to be. I thought it would be more of a mechanical act with no passion involved, but she was definitely enjoying herself in there. The way she clawed at you and wrapped her legs around you left little doubt that she was doing more than just laying there accepting some sperm."

"I'm sorry baby, I was so afraid this would happen," I replied, "but you were so persistent about us doing this to help her out."

"I know, I know," sobbed Megan. "I'll be fine, it was just a bit more of a shock than I was expecting."

Sara then walked into the room, surveyed the scene and asked if everything was ok. Megan explained to her that it had gotten a bit more intense than any of us had planned on and it was a little tough for her to sit and watch.

"Sorry about that," Sara said. "I honestly had no intentions of enjoying this, but it's been so long since I've had any sexual contact at all that I just got carried away and couldn't help myself. I should probably go now, I'll talk to you later Megan, ok?"

Megan nodded, and with that Sara walked out the door. I sat on the couch and put my arm around Megan and started explaining to her that it wasn't anything more than just sex, there was no love or anything else involved. She said that she understood that and would be fine with it, after all, it was her idea but it was just the initial shock of seeing it happen in front of her.

I got us each a glass of wine and we curled up together on the couch to watch a bit of TV. I was sitting at the end of the couch while Megan stretched out with her head in my lap. As we were watching TV, Megan's hand slowly started massaging my thigh. As she massaged upwards I reached around and gently started caressing the nipple of her left breast through her shirt. This continued on for a few minutes until Megan said, "I have to admit, while it was hard to watch, seeing you and Sara go at it in there made me incredibly horny as well."

"Well, that's one problem we can definitely solve," I replied as I pulled Megan's face up towards me and kissed her gently on the lips. She responded by kissing me back, slipping her tongue into my mouth as she kissed me with a bit more urgency.

As I started to kiss my way down her neck, Megan said, "No need for foreplay, what I need is a good hard fucking, right now!"

"No need to tell me twice," I replied as I slid my shorts and boxers down to the floor.

With that, I reached up and pulled Megan towards the floor with me, pulling her shorts and underwear down her legs at the same time. She then positioned herself on her knees and bent over the couch with her ass wiggling directly in front of me. I didn't need any further hints as to what she wanted, so I slid up behind her with my throbbing cock in my hand, guiding it towards her pussy until I felt the head of it push against her warm, wet slit. I paused for just a second to position my knees outside of her legs and then pushed forwarded, burying the entire length of my shaft to a hilt inside of her while thinking how funny it was that I was ball deep inside my wife's pussy when I had just been inside her best friend's pussy less than 30 minutes ago. She left out a loud moan and then pushed back against me while gyrating her hips. I pulled slowly back out of her, savoring the feeling as each inch of my shaft slid along the walls of her smooth box until all that was left in her was the head of my cock. I then slammed it violently back into her, practically knocking her into the backside of the couch as I drove my cock as deep into her as possible. She moaned even louder and I then reached under her t-shirt and cupped her breasts with both hands while I began to thrust in and out of her at a nice steady pace. Megan moaned as she pushed backwards into me to meet each of my thrusts, I could feel my pelvic bone slamming into her ass with each thrust. As the pace quickened, I reached down with my right hand and found her swollen clit and started to run up and down it with my index finger while we fucked, still massaging her bra-clad left tit with my other hand. As her pace and moans increased, I could tell Megan was nearing climax quickly, so slid my face up the side of her neck and whispered in her ear, "I love you baby," and then proceeded to nibble her earlobe before alternating between sliding my tongue in and out of her ear and blowing warm air into it a few times.

This proved to be too much for her, and she started to yell out loudly while she slammed her hips backwards into me, milking my cock for all she was worth as her body shook from the intense orgasm that had taken over her body. She continued orgasming for at least a solid 30 seconds, moaning and bucking back against me the entire time until she collapsed onto the floor on her side in front of me. I lay down on the floor behind her on my side, and re-inserted my dick into her slowly while I spooned her and started pumping once again in and out of her while holding firmly onto her hips. I continued this for a few minutes, savoring the feeling of her overly-lubricated pussy while squeezing her ass cheek firmly as I used it for a handle to allow me to thrust even harder into her. As I neared my third orgasm of the evening, Megan started to respond again by pushing against me slightly while lowering her hand down to rub her clit as I continued pistioning in and out of her. As my orgasm started building deep inside of me, I moved my hand up from her hips under her shirt again to her right breast and began rolling her nipple around in between my fingers roughly. This was enough for both of us, and I grunted loudly as I started to unleash my third load of the night deep into Megan's orgasming pussy. We both lie there grinding and caressing each other for a good full minute as we milked every last drop of our love juices from each other. After we both finally caught our breath, I turned Megan over to face me and we talked for a few minutes about everything that had happened that night with Sara, and both agreed that it would never happen again. If the seed didn't "take" so to speak, she was just going to have to find somebody else, as we both agreed it wasn't a good idea for us to pursue this any further.

With a very eventful evening behind us, we went to bed and slept like babies that night.

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The next day was very busy for me; work was very hectic and I went from work directly to pick the kids up from my mother-in-law's house since Megan was working 3-11 that evening. Upon getting home, I made a quick dinner for the kids and myself and then took them out to play for a bit. While playing with them in the backyard, I realized how much I loved my kids, and how much it would hurt if I were ever to be separated or forbidden to see one of them, and I then started to think about the whole "Sara" ordeal, and how I would really feel if she did indeed end up pregnant. I decided that there was nothing I could do about it at the moment, that I would have to wait and cross that bridge when (and if) I came to it. I finished playing with the kids, took them in and gave them baths and was tucking them in for bed when I heard a knock at the door. I rushed down the steps to see who it could be, and was fairly shocked to open the door and find Sara standing there.

"Um, hello Sara," I greeted her. "Megan's at work right now, she..."

"I know," replied Sara, "but I really need to talk to you, its very important."

"Well, come on in," I replied.

Sara came in and sat down and proceeded to spill her guts to me about what she was there for. Apparently they now sell advanced pregnancy tests that you can use 24 hours after to see if you are pregnant, and Sara had taken one this evening and it had came back negative. She then continued on explaining that today was the last day she would be ovulating and really wanted to try again while she was in the most fertile period of her cycle.

I interrupted her, explaining that Megan and I had talked about this last night and had decided it would not be a good idea for us to try again, and that while I was sorry it hadn't worked out for her, I wasn't really going to be able to help her out anymore. She then shocked me by telling me she had already talked to Megan on the phone on her way over here, and that Megan had agreed to let it happen again just one more time, but if it didn't work out this time, she told Sara she would be on her own after this.

I sat there for a minute in disbelief, not really sure if I should believe Sara or not, so I excused myself and went into our bedroom to call Megan. She told me that Sara had called her about an hour ago to tell her that she was testing negative and was hoping we would be willing to try again. Megan went on to tell me that when she told Sara we had decided to not allow this to happen again, she broke down in tears telling Megan how bad she wanted to be pregnant and that we were her one and only hope, which made Megan feel horrible. She told Sara she would agree to just one more session if I was agreeable, but only if Sara agreed to never bring this up to us again, regardless of what the outcome was. She told me she had tried to call to discuss this with me before Sara arrived, but I did not answer the phone, (I was either outside with the kids or upstairs getting them ready for bed). Megan went on to further rationalize it to me by saying it had already happened once, another time wouldn't really change anything that much morally, and maybe it was for the best if we did it while she was at work so she wouldn't have to be there watching. She told me she had asked Sara to please just keep it as mechanical as possible and to remember why this was happening. She told me Sara had agreed, and she really hoped I would do this just one more time for her best friend. I was somewhat pissed Megan had okayed this without talking to me at all first, but I agreed even though something inside kept telling me all of the possible outcomes to this situation were bad. Megan had to get back to work, so I told her I loved her, hung the phone up and made my way back out towards the living room where Sara was waiting.

I took a seat beside Sara on the couch and told her that I had spoken to Megan, and while it was a very awkward situation for us, I was willing to try just once more as long as she understood that no matter what the outcome was, it would not be happening again after this. Sara agreed, so I snuck up the steps to check on the kids, and found them to all be sleeping soundly. I made my way back downstairs and told Sara we should get into the bedroom and get things taken care of before Megan made it home since she didn't want to see it this time.

We walked into the bedroom and I closed and locked the door behind us. I felt very awkward as I sat down on the bed beside Sara. There I sat, getting ready to have sex with my wife's very attractive best friend with my wife's permission, yet I somehow just wasn't horny or really excited about it at all. It actually felt more like a chore I was going to perform rather than a sexual encounter. Now don't get me wrong, Sara is a very attractive woman. She's about 5'5", 135lbs. or so with shoulder-length red hair, a nice set of breasts (I'd guess about a 36C or so) and an ass that you just can't help but watch every time it walks by you. Attractive as she may be, and even with my wife's permission, I still couldn't seem to get myself in the mind frame to have sex again with Sara, and my penis seemed to agree as it hung limply inside of my boxers.

"Well," Sara started, "how do you want to go about this?"

"Well, I supposed we should take off our pants and get under the covers and get to business," I replied.

Without hesitating, Sara slid her capri-style pants down over her ankles and dropped them on the floor along with a tiny black thong. I stared for a second at Sara's neatly trimmed red bush; it was shaved in a neat, triangle-shaped pattern. Realizing I was staring, Sara slid over under the covers and pulled them up over herself.

"Sorry," I replied. "I didn't realize redheads truly were red everywhere; I never even noticed that last night."

"No problem," she replied, "but we better get going if we want to get this done and me out of here before Megan arrives home, it's almost 10:00 already!.

I nodded in agreement and then followed suit by sliding my shorts and boxers off, then slid under the covers next to her. Sara commented on the fact that I was not hard, and asked how I planned to take care of that. I told her I would handle it myself and started playing with myself a little bit, rubbing my balls and sliding my hand up and down my shaft, but after a minute or two it still wasn't cooperating.

"I don't know if this is going to work," I said to Sara. "I don't know if it's a guilty conscience thing or what, but it just isn't rising to the occasion here tonight.""

"Well, I guess I'll just have to help you out then," Sara replied. With that, her head disappeared under the covers and I felt her lips wrap firmly around my cock. I was about to protest, but as she sucked me the whole way into her mouth, I felt my cock instantly start to harden and I was at a loss for words. She bobbed her head up and down the length of my shaft a few more times as I watched her sexy, heart-shaped ass move up and down in unison just inches from my face. I went from not being horny at all to rock hard in a matter of 30 seconds; Sara really knew how to give some expert head! I then noticed that Sara's other hand was furiously rubbing back and forth between her legs, I could only assume she was just doing that to get herself wet enough for me to enter her easily. I allowed her to lick and massage my shaft for a few more seconds before tapping her on the ass and telling her I was ready and that she had better stop before I lost control and blew the load in her mouth instead of her pussy.

With that, Sara laughed and slipped my dick out of her mouth and rolled back over onto her back while spreading her legs at the same time. I took this as my cue and slid over on top of her and reached down and pressed the head of my cock against her opening. I was surprised to be met with no resistance whatsoever. In fact, Sara's box was very hot and wet as I slid the length of my shaft slowly into her. When I felt my balls smack against her ass, I knew I was in completely, and started to slide back out again. When I got about half way back out, I rammed forward again and started to fuck Sara at a medium pace; still holding my upper body up off of Sara with my outstretched arms. After a about a minute of stroking in and out of her, I felt Sara's arms wrap around my back, pulling me down towards her. I resisted at first, but as she started to hump her hips up into me to meet my downwards thrusts, it felt too good and I collapsed on top of her, continuing to pump away into her hot pussy. With her arms wrapped tightly around my back, Sara wrapped both of her legs around the bottom of my back and locked me tighter into her body like a vice, pulling me as far into her with each stroke as possible. I turned my head to the side and looked at our reflection in the mirror. It was both strange and erotic to see myself pumping away at somebody other than my wife, but there was no denying how much either one of us were enjoying it. Sara was thrusting up as hard as she could to meet me on each stroke, while her hands clawed at my back and her legs continued pulling me down as far into her as possible. I couldn't help but stare at the scene in the mirror for a minute; it was as if I was outside of my body watching from the side. Sara then reached up and grabbed my head and turned it back towards her, pulling my mouth towards her in an attempt to kiss me.

"No, I can't," I said to Sara while trying to twist my face away from hers. She responded by kissing up the side of my neck and started nibbling on my ear. I moaned a little as I felt the orgasm beginning to build up deep inside of me, and this apparently triggered Sara to kick things up one notch. She reached up and started to push me off her, towards the other side of the bed.

"What the," I started.

"Just roll over," Sara interrupted. "I want it up inside of me as far as possible this time."

As I rolled over, she proceeded to straddle me, reaching down and grabbing my throbbing dick and guiding it up inside of her again. Once the head was in, she left go and sunk down onto me completely, causing both of us to moan in enjoyment. She then arched her back and started to rock back and forth on me while pushing down on my chest with her hands. I looked up and couldn't help but enjoy sight of her large breasts jiggling under her tank top as she rode me with her eyes closed. I reached around and cupped both of her ass cheeks in my hands and started pulling her towards me with her forward thrusts and kneading her cheeks between my hands on her backward thrusts. A few more minutes of this and I was ready to explode, and I could tell Sara was right there with me. She then lowered her body down fully onto mine; smashing her breasts into my chest and moaned in my ear, "Shoot that fucking load deep inside of me, I need it so bad."

That was all it took and I grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks with an iron-clad grip and started slamming myself up into her furiously. As I pumped up into her for all I was worth, the unmistakable sounds of skin smacking skin loudly mixed with our mutual moans of enjoyment filled the room. Sara started first, dropping her head down and biting into my shoulder to avoid screaming while she shrieked and moaned as her body started erupting into a fantastic orgasm. My hands clawed deeply into her ass checks as I felt my eruption start and I pulled her down as tightly as possible onto my dick, making sure to get the load as far up inside of her as possible. I pumped in and out of her shooting what seemed to be bucket loads of cum deep inside of her while she wiggled back and forth on me, milking the last of her orgasm out of her body as well. We then stopped moving and she lay on top of me for a good five minutes without either one of us saying anything, until I reached up and slid her body off of mine.

"Better get dressed," I said. "Megan will be here any minute, its 11:00 now."

"Holy shit," Sara exclaimed, "I had no idea it was that late. Let me lay here another minute so all of this sperm doesn't leak out of me just yet."

A tinge of guilt fell over me as I realized we had just fucked for a solid hour. I sat on the bed side for a few minutes and the watched as Sara pulled on her thong, then pants and shoes and walked around the bed. She stopped when she got beside me, rubbed me on the head and said, "Thank you so much. You've helped me so tremendously; I needed that in more than ways than one."

Sara then walked out the door, leaving me sitting there naked on the bed contemplating everything that had just happened.

...to be continued.