My Wife's Best Friend Pt. 02

It was approaching 11 pm as guests started to leave the party.  It had gone longer than planned, but had been a success.  All in all, I thought I'd pulled it off perfectly.

I'd been planning my wife Kelsie's surprise birthday party for several weeks and while it wasn't exactly a milestone, with her turning just 39, I'd felt especially close to her lately and wanted to celebrate with her. 

It wasn't a large gathering, just a handful of couples that we hung out with, some closer than others.  Maybe a dozen people in total.

But it was enough to make Kelsie feel special and to have a great time. I made sure that the house was decorated nicely and that we had plenty of catered food and booze. I wanted it to be a fun night for all, a celebration of my wonderful wife.

The night was filled with laughter, stories, and a few games, mostly centered around drinking, and I could tell that Kelsie was thoroughly enjoying herself. Throughout the night, she had that smile on her face that made me melt. I loved to see her happy and tonight she looked even more beautiful than usual.

She had her long blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun, which matched her carefree attitude. Her blue eyes sparkled as she indulged in glass after glass of wine, and I'd conceded that the more inebriated she got, the less likely it was I was going to get laid.  But that was ok, she was having fun and it was her night. 

By 11:15 pm the only guests left were Tony and Josie.  Josie was one of Kelsie's closest friends, though I never understood why.  They were so different.  Whereas my wife was warm and friendly, Josie was jaded and quick to judge others at every opportunity.  It wasn't that she was a horrible person, she had her moments.  I think circumstances in her life just eventually made her that way.

In most situations, she could come across as fun and friendly (especially with other guys, Josie loved to flirt) but it was her husband Tony that took the brunt of her negative attitude. He was as opposite from her as could be: laid back, easy going, and submissive. I think their relationship was full of mutual hatred and underlying contempt towards one another. Perhaps he was into that kind of thing, who knows. Nevertheless, neither was willing to leave the other, though.

Part of me didn't blame him for staying with her.  She was a knockout, a blonde with the most amazing breasts you've seen on a girl, and she exuded sex appeal. There'd been many rumours about her having at least one affair, though I didn't know for sure, and didn't feel right asking Kelsie what she knew. But I could certainly attest to her powers of seduction, as I'd had an encounter with her several months ago while Kelsie and I spent an evening at their house.

After my wife had passed out, I'd retreated to the bathroom, where Josie snuck in and pushed herself on me.  I honestly had tried to stop her, not because I wasn't attracted to her, but I was terrified of us getting caught and I really had never had a desire to cheat on my wife before.  But Josie wouldn't take no for an answer, she knew how to manipulate, that's for sure.

Since then, I'd tried my best to keep my distance, I wanted no part of an affair, especially not with my wife's friend.  And although she continued to flirt with me on occassion, I'd managed to evade any further attempts of intimacy with Josie.

As I now listened to her boisterously telling Kelsie about her recent trip to Mexico with another girlfriend, I began to tidy up the empty bottles and plates. I only caught bits and pieces of their conversation, but I thought I heard reference to some guy she'd met on her trip, so I assumed she was bragging about a hookup. Her poor husband Tony had passed out in the guest room earlier, so I presumed that meant the couple were crashing at our place tonight.

As Josie continued her story, I saw my wife look in my direction and give me a smile.  It was clear she was very drunk, her eyes were glossy and half opened and she had a sloppy grin permanently plastered on her face.  She tried to wink, but it came off as funny more than sexy, though I loved her for it.

I put the last of the dishes in the sink and looked around, thinking things looked good enough until morning.

I went to the sofa and leaned down to give Kelsie a kiss.

"I'm going to turn in," I said, giving her a peck on the cheek. "You girls be good,"

She grabbed my by the front of my shirt, yanking me closer, and I stumbled forward catching myself just before my face smashed into hers.

"Whoa," I said with a grin.

Kelsie kissed me clumsily before pulling away slightly and looking me in the eye.  She looked as if she was having a hard time focusing on my face.

"I'm gone... I'm gonna be coming up soon," she said, trying her best to sound sexy but instead sounding more like a drunken mess.  "So be ready, mister."

I tried to supress the smile from spreading across my face, knowing she was probably too drunk for her actions to match her words, but didn't want to deter her from trying.

"Can't wait," I said, giving her a wink.

"Night, Kev," I heard Josie say, her voice extra sweet.

I felt a twitch in my pants just from the sound of it, but was careful not to 

let it show on my face.

"Goodnight, Josie," I said, forcing myself to sound disinterested.

However, I couldn't help but steal a hurried glimpse of her fantastic breasts, the neckline of her thin blouse plunging deeply to accommodate my inappropriate gesture.  I couldn't tell if she saw me look, but her smile suggested she had.

I  stood up and walked to our bedroom, as I heard the girls giggling behind me. I didn't think it would be long before my wife would be coming to pass out next to me.  I shook my head and smiled as I undressed and crawled into bed, picturing how she sometimes snores when she gets really drunk.  I may be in for a restless night, I thought.

I must have just begun to doze off when I heard my phone buzz.  I looked over at the clock and saw it was after midnight.  I glanced to my left but still no Kelsie so I reached for my phone, curious about who would be texting me this time of night.

'Are you ready for me?'

It was Kelsie.  Part of me sparked to life, thinking maybe I would get laid yet, though it may be a bit sloppy with her as drunk as she was.  But hey, sex was sex, right?

'You think you can handle it tonight?' I messaged back, smiling as I typed.

'I'm feeling naughty. Want to play a game?'

I looked at her message again, a wicked grin speading across my face, curious as to what she had in mind.

'Sure' I typed, curious as to what she had in mind. 

I waited several seconds for a response, and began to wonder if she would just walk through the door, when finally it buzzed again.

'Put on the blindfold.  Use the handcuffs to fasten your wrists to the headboard. I'll tell you the rest when I get there, loverboy.'

My cock immediately went from half-mast to rock-hard. Once in awhile, usually when she was drunk, Kelsie would get a bit kinkier and after assuming I wasn't going to get any at all, this turn of events had me ready to go.

I quickly stripped off my boxers, lay back on the bed and slipped on the blindfold from the nightstand. My heart raced as I tried to listen for any sounds coming from the other side of the door. I could hear nothing, except the sound of my own breathing. I moved my hands to fasten the handcuffs, trying to ignore the excitement welling up in my balls.

I waited like this for what felt like several minutes and started to fear that she had passed out downstairs, leaving me like this until morning.  I imagined her walking in tomorrow morning and seeing me in this ridiculous state, suddenly remembering that she'd asked me to prepare for her and then forgot about me.  How she would laugh until she cried as she uncuffed me and apologized over and over.

Then I heard the soft footsteps and the door slowly open.  After a long pause, I heard it close again and my heart pounded in my chest eager for my wife to have her way with me.

She moved closer to the bed and I could hear her breathing, heavy with anticipation. I strained my ears hoping to catch any other sound that would give me a hint as to what she was about to do. I heard a faint rustling on the nightstand and suddenly I felt something soft touch my thighs. 

She let out a low moan and then her hands were on my legs, gently caressing them, making me shiver with delight.  Her fingers moved up my thighs, lingering just at the edge of my balls. I let out a sigh of pleasure, but she still didn't touch me where I wanted her to. Instead, she continued to tease me, her fingers dancing over my skin.  Finally, they closed around my cock. I let out a groan as she slowly began to stroke up and down.

Her fingers felt like heaven on my skin, and I couldn't help but thrust my hips forward, eager for more. She took the hint and began to stroke me faster, almost working me into a frenzy before stopping as suddenly as she began.

"Oh god, Kelsie," I moaned, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "That feels so good, don't stop."

She didn't respond, but I felt the bed shift as she moved around and I wondered what was to come next.  I didn't have to wait long, as she swung around and her musky aroma hit me hard, causing my cock to throb for more attention. 

I knew she'd straddled my face and I could feel the heat radiate from her pussy, making me salivate for a taste. She waited a moment, letting me anticipate what was to come and it was driving me wild. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, hoping to make contact.

She teased me, letting the tip of my tongue barely touch her slit, before she pulled away. She repeated this several times, until I was almost begging for her to let me taste her fully.  Considering how drunk she was, she was doing an incredible job at teasing me to a fever pitch.

Finally, she lowered herself onto my face, and I could feel her pussy lips part as my tongue found its home.

She tasted very tangy, and her wetness coated my face as I began to explore her pussy with my tongue. I licked at her lips, feeling her shiver with pleasure, before sliding my tongue inside of her.

She tasted stronger than usual, her aroma a bit more ripe, and I concluded it was probably from all of the drinking and the long evening of entertaining guests in the warmth of our home.  It didn't matter, if anything, the heady smell drove me even more wild. I continued to lick and suck at her clit, as she ground her pussy on my face, making it increasingly difficult to catch my breath. She moaned louder, encouraging me to continue. I felt her legs trembling slightly and I knew she was getting close.

"Yesssss," she hissed breathlessly.

Her pussy walls tightened around my tongue as she came. She grunted loudly, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me deeper into her as I tried to focus on giving her the pleasure she deserved while trying my best not to pass out from lack of oxygen.

I continued to lick and suck at her clit until the spasms subsided, and she finally pushed my head away and let out a long sigh. I felt the cool air on the wetness that coated my face and found myself licking my lips, savoring her strong aftertaste.

She slowly slid down my body, her hand reaching for my already oozing erection and directing it to her folds.  She rubbed it slowly up and down her slick canal, mixing my precum with her juices, sending a shiver through my entire body.  

"Oh fuck, please, baby, put it in," I begged.

I felt her hips move back and forth as she continued to tease me, letting my head just touch her entrance before pulling away each time. I strained my hips, trying to push myself inside of her, but she held me at bay.

I felt her breasts graze my face as she leaned over me and I tried to capture one of her nipples in my mouth while it teasingly caressed my lips. Finally she stopped moving them and fed it to me, pressing her breast hard into my face as I sucked on her stiff nipple.  I heard her let out a low moaning noise.

I could feel her hot breath against my ear as I suckled at her tit.

"Let's play a game." she whispered in my ear, her words barely audible.

I nodded my head, unable to speak.

"I want you to call me Jo?" she asked ever so softly. 

I stopped sucking, my body tensing, as I wondered if I'd heard her correctly.  I pulled my head back enough to release her nipple from my mouth, though her breast still mashed at my nose.

"What?" I asked, confused by her strange request.

"Please," she mumbled in my ear. "Just do it. It will turn me on."

My head was spinning as I tried to understand what she was asking me.  An odd thought came to mind, how she'd occassionally shared stories with me about how sexual her friend was, how promiscuous she'd always been, even since being married.  I'd sometimes sensed that Kelsie almost envied her for it, that deep down she yearned to be more open minded, even slutty, but couldn't shake her modesty so easily.  

"Uh," I hesitated, then felt her start to insert the head of my cock deeper into her folds, before pulling it back out.

"Please," she hissed.

It felt strange, and I struggled at first, but was desperate to be inside her at this point.  And besides, I thought, maybe this would open up an entirely new twist to our future sex life somehow.

"Ok," I responded, by breathing ragged from desire. "Just please put it in... Jo,"

"Mmmmm," she moaned, and slid slowly down over my shaft.

The feeling of her wetness enveloping my cock was almost indescribable. 

"Oh, fuck, Kelse," I groaned, and felt her stop moving immediately.

I tried to thrust up into her, but she remained frozen and stiff.

"Jo," I corrected myself.  "Please, Josie, please don't stop," I pleaded, feeling like a completely different person.

It was strange, but saying it out loud turned me on.  The forbidden aspect of it, that she would get off on me calling her by her best friend's name, was insane.  I only hoped she didn't hold it against me when she sobered up in the morning.

But she clearly appreciated my compliance, as she began to rock back and forth on my cock, her tight pussy gripping me tightly as she moved. Each time she bottomed out, her clit pressed against my pubic bone, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body.

I lifted my head, desperate to suck on her nipples again, but she seemed determined to tease me, keeping them swaying just enough to make it impossible for me to capture one.  I could feel her heavy tits smack against my nose and face with each thrust and I was surprised at the weight of them.

"Fuck, Josie," I groaned, unable to keep from saying her name again. It felt so wrong, yet so right. "Your fucking tits are amazing,"  I cried out, as she moved back and forth on top of me.

I immediately wondered if I'd said it too loudly, wondering what Josie would think if she were to hear me call out her name from the guest bedroom she shared with her husband next door.  It sent a thrill through my entire body, and I couldn't help myself.

"Fuck, Josie, you feel so fucking good," I cried out, unable to keep the filthy words from escaping my lips.

I heard her let out a low, throaty laugh, and she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest as she covered my mouth with hers. Her kiss was rough and demanding, and I could taste the wine she'd been drinking on her tongue.

But something about her laugh hit me hard, and my breath hitched in my throat.

"Mmmm, you like when I ride you like that, Kev?" she asked, her voice louder now.

"Wait! What the fuck?" I gasped, my heart racing.

It hit me like a ton of bricks.

Josie didn't let up, in fact began to ride me even harder, her moans coming louder now.

"Josie, wait," I hissed, feeling utter panic in spite of my rock hard cock still enjoying the sensations of her tight pussy gliding around my shaft. 

She slowed without stopping, and leaned down to whisper in my ear again.

"Listen closely, Kev.  We are going to finish this.  I'm going to ride this cock till it makes me cum and you're going to keep calling out my name.  Do you understand me?  Because if you don't... " she threatened, her voice suddenly becoming much louder, "OOOOOOHHHH.... FUCK, YESSSSSS!" she screamed out.

Then dropping her voice to barely a whisper again, "Then I'm going to get really loud.  Loud enough to wake your wife passed out on the sofa and my husband in the guest room.  Are we clear?"

My heart was thundering in my chest.  If Kelsie found us like this, I would almost definitely be divorced by the end of the week, there's no way she would believe the explanation I'd give her.

"Ok, ok, easy," I said, trying to calm Josie down. "Please, we just need to hurry and get this over with, ok?" I pleaded with Josie, trying to keep my voice low and calm.

My entire body was trembling with fear of getting caught, but the thought of stopping made my cock ache with desire.

Josie let out a low chuckle, her thighs rubbing against mine as she resumed her slow and torturous movements, grinding her clit against me, while I fought the urge to moan out her name again.

"Tell me, Kev," she said, resuming the sick game. "Tell me what you want?"

"Please, Josie," I said, "Fuck me.  I want you to ride my cock so fucking badly," I called out, unable to keep back the words.

I knew the risk, but I couldn't help myself.

Josie's pace picked up then, and she slammed her hips hard against me, our bodies slapping together as she moved. I was so hard, the pleasure of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock was unbelievable. I could feel myself getting close.  

Suddenly I felt her hand on the front of the blindfold and she yanked it off my head.

"That's it, Kev," she moaned. "You like watching me ride you like this, don't you?"

I couldn't help myself, and I let out a low moan as I took in the incredible way her tits swayed above me.  The look on her face was one of dominance and intense sexuality, and that look alone almost sent me over the edge.

"Yes, Josie," I gasped. "I love it. I love watching you, you're so fucking sexy."

Josie let out a throaty laugh, her hair falling in a blonde curtain around our faces as she leaned down to kiss me.

My hands were still handcuffed to the headboard, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill run through me at the thought of being at her mercy like this, even as fear gnawed at me and I tried to keep my moans muffled so as not to be heard in the other room.

"Kelsie doesn't fuck you like this, does she baby?" Josie demanded, her lips brushing against mine.

I shook my head involuntarily, unable to form words in that moment, simply wanting to comply with anything she asked of me.  I'd never felt so turned on and I was desperate to keep the feeling going.

Josie resumed her movements, her hips rocking faster and faster as she neared her climax. I could feel myself getting closer with each thrust, the intensity building between us.

"Fuck, Kev," Josie moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "You're going to make me cum."

I gritted my teeth, my hips bucking up to meet hers, desperate for release. Just as I felt myself teetering on the edge, Josie let out a loud cry as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock.

"Oh god, Kev!" she cried out, her voice loud and hoarse. "I'm cumming, oh fuck, I'm cumming so --- fucking --- HARD!"

I couldn't hold back any longer, and I followed suit, my own orgasm ripping through me as I unloaded inside of her.

"Fuck, Josie," I groaned, my body shuddering.

"Oh, god yes that's it! Fill up that pussy, Kev," Josie moaned, her voice echoing through the bedroom.

I felt a sudden sense of self-loathing for what I was doing, but I couldn't stop either. I was still handcuffed to the bed, my body trembling with pleasure as Josie's tight pussy milked every last drop of cum from my cock.