Surrounded Ch. 02byTheTalkMan©
"Thanks, Matty." she said, reaching over and squeezing my arm. "It's so nice to talk to you like this. I usually only talk to Amanda about stuff like this. It's good to know I don't always need to have her around for us to be close." she said. I thought that comment was a bit strange, but I didn't get the chance to dwell on it.
"It's been a long week. I'm beat. I can tell you're pretty tense too." She paused, then her head shot up as an idea hit her, "Hey, I have an idea! Let's get your hot tub going and just relax." she suggested, clapping her hands together at her good idea, causing her breasts to jiggle.
"Sure, I can get it going." I said, starting to stand up. She stood up as well, then as she went to move she seemed like she just came to a realization.
"I didn't bring a bathing suit. Do you mind if I borrow one of Amanda's?" she asked. A flash of the last time a woman asked me that came into my head. Katie, my sister-in-law, had asked me the very same question. That led me to see her ridiculous body straining the seams of my wife's bikini. That led me to see her massive breasts overfilling the top. That led to me overfill her tight little pussy with my cock.
I tried to not do it, however I couldn't help but imagine Michelle's body as exposed as Katie's was. But Michelle was a sweet, reserved girl. She would probably wear one of my wife's one-pieces.
"Yeah, sure, go ahead. I'll get the hot tub started." I said, heading to the back yard as she went to my bedroom to retrieve one of Amanda's swimsuits. I turned the tub on and waited for a few minutes for Michelle to change. Finally, I headed back inside. I checked to see if my bedroom was occupied and I saw it was empty. The bathroom door was closed, which meant she had jumped in there. I went to my room to put on my swim trunks. As I opened my dresser to retrieve my trunks, I looked down and saw the pile of clothes Michelle had left behind. The last time this happened, I had spied my sister-in-law's skimpy thong. That led me down the path with only one destination, which was Katie's tight little cunt. I wasn't about to make the same mistake. I kept my eyes off her clothes as I found my trunks. I changed quickly and headed back outside to the hot tub and I was surprised to see I had beaten Michelle back here. Just as I thought that, I heard the door behind me open.
I turned and watched as Michelle stepped outside. I was shocked to find out that she was wearing my wife's only two-piece bikini. The one that Amanda had bought, but never worn. This bikini's destiny, it seemed, was not to cover my wife's miniscule breasts. The destiny of this bikini was for it to be overfilled to near bursting by various pairs of massive, succulent tits. That's the only purpose it seemed to have.
This was the first good look I ever got of Michelle's breasts, and they were as big and perfect as I had anticipated. I got a good look at the rest of her. Her belly was flat and firm, her legs were nice and smooth and her tan seemed golden. I had never realized how hot my wife's best friend really was.
"It was the only two-piece I could find." she said, noticing my surprised look. She ran her fingers around the edges to make sure all the goods were covered. She noted my still surprised look.
"What?" she said, smiling.
"It was... just... I didn't expect you to wear that bikini." I stammered out.
"Why?" she said with a laugh.
"I don't know, it's just..." I stammered. "It doesn't seem like your type of swimsuit."
"Well, you have a lot to learn about me. First thing, I'm strictly a two-piece kinda girl." Michelle said, walking past me. I watched her do this, shaking her round butt as she walked. I noticed the bikini riding up her ass. It was not meant for a woman with such generous proportions. It was meant for a woman with a flat ass, like my wife.
As she dropped her towel and stepped in to the bubbling hot tub I couldn't resist continuing this line of questioning.
"What else don't I know?" I asked, joining her in the hot tub.
"You'll find out soon enough." she teased. I settled completely in the water.
"You seem to be in better spirits." I said.
"Well, you were right. I need to move on. I'm sure there is a man out there that deserves me." she said. We sat in silence for a few minutes, relaxing before she spoke up.
"I don't know how you guys do it..." she started.
"What?" I asked.
"You know, married life. I don't know how she got so lucky and landed a man like you." she said teasingly. I smiled.
"Seriously, though, how did she do it? I mean, what about her brought you to her?" she asked.
"Wow, that's a big question." I said. "She is cute. She is funny. She is intelligent. She's a catch."
"I mean, what about her first grabbed your attention?" Michelle asked. I figured she knew when me and Amanda met, but I figured she was just making conversation.
"Um, well, we met at a mutual friend's house. I saw her debating with her friends about some political thing. I loved how outspoken and smart she was. I knew I had to talk to her. The rest is history." I said. Reflecting on that wonderful moment made me feel guilty about cheating on Amanda with her hotter older sister.
"So, it wasn't a looks thing?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked
"You just liked how smart she was? It wasn't like you saw her across the room and you just thought she was really hot?" Michelle asked.
"Well no, I suppose not." I said, confused by her line of questioning. She noticed my puzzlement.
"I don't mean to offend you, but between me and you, Amanda isn't exactly the prettiest girl around." Michelle said. I was shocked by that statement.
"I'm sorry, but you know, I've been out with her and she never exactly draws anyone's attention." she said. I was still confused. Was she calling Amanda ugly? Why was it that both her and Katie thought my wife wasn't pretty? She was pretty. Right?
"What are you saying?" I asked.
"What I'm saying is that most guys go after me and not her. I mean, I'm just trying to figure out how she landed you and why I have failed to land a man. I meant no offense." Michelle said.
"You don't think my wife is pretty?" I asked.
"She, um... she is interesting looking. I personally don't think she is the prettiest girl around. I love her, she's my girl, but that's just me being honest. Again, I mean no offense." she said. "Let's just move on. I don't think I'm making my point clear enough."
She was being perfectly clear. She was wondering how she had failed to land a man when she was better looking than my wife. I was a little angered by this. Sure I had called my wife ugly while fucking her older sister, but that was just nasty sex talk. I didn't really think she was ugly, did I?
I realized Michelle might not be as nice and friendly as I originally thought. I realized I might have to be wary of her.
"I hope I didn't make you mad. I didn't mean to say Amanda isn't pretty. What do I know? She landed a hunk like you while I am still painfully single. She must know more about men than I do." she said with a laugh. I smiled, and the tension seemed to be broken.
"I'm sorry, it's just been a rough time. I don't know why I have failed to land a man. I feel like I am doing the right things. I think I am pretty good looking. I wear nice clothes. I work hard to go after men. I date a lot, but no luck. I am just trying to learn your wife's secret." she said.
"There's no secret. Sometimes, you just know when you meet someone that it is love." I told her.
"So, do looks matter at all? I mean, I know I'm not a big, fancy lawyer like Amanda. I don't have a great job, so I think my looks are my best thing to offer a man. Am I wasting my time?" she asked.
"No, you're not wasting your time. Looks do matter. But a lot of times, love transcends looks." I replied.
"But... do you think that sometimes, looks can mean more than that other stuff?" she asked.
"Well, sure... but those might not be the guys you want to go after." I replied.
"Well, yeah. I want a man drawn in by my looks, and I want him to stay for all the other stuff I can offer." Michelle replied.
"That might be the thing. You might need to change up what you are looking for if you want a man to stick with you." I told her.
"I don't know. Maybe you're right. Maybe I need to go after men in different ways. Get a different type of man." she replied. I couldn't think of anything to add, so we just sat in silence. I watched her as she adjusted her top. She seemed to be struggling to stay covered. Her boobs were bursting to escape their constraints.
"Having trouble there?" I asked with a laugh.
"This top is a bit snug." she said. I laughed. "Do you have a problem with me wearing this bikini? You keep making comments about it." she asked with a laugh.
"No, it's no problem." I replied.
"I can change. Just wear my underwear?" she offered.
"No, it's not a big deal." I said. She studied me for a bit.
"I'll change. I can tell this bugs you." she said, stepping out of the water before I could stop her. I watched the water drip off her body as she dried herself and walked back inside. I just closed my eyes, laid my head back and tried to relax. I tried not to think about Michelle in her underwear. Hopefully, she would make me avert my eyes when she came back.
"Is this better?" Michelle asked. I didn't even hear her come through the door. And I couldn't help but look. I opened my eyes and glanced at her.
I had imagined earlier that Michelle would wear conservative underwear. I was dead wrong. My wife's best friend stood before me in a hot pink thong with a matching bra. She spun around allowing me to see the hot pink string splitting her ass cheeks. Her thong was made with semi see-through leopard print material, transparent enough to allow me to see her thin landing strip above her pussy. The thong was held together with small pink strings. The bra matched the thong, made with the same leopard print material and pink string. I could see her nipples ever so slightly through the fabric. The thin pink string was strained to the max by her huge tits. She looked so fucking sexy in that underwear, but I couldn't tell her that. I looked up into her eyes.
"It looks good." I croaked out. She smiled brightly before bouncing back towards the hot tub. As she stepped in she bent over in front of me, showing off her thong-clad ass to my leering eyes again. That hot pink string running down her ass crack looked so fucking hot. I could almost see her asshole. She settled herself in the water and smiled at me.
"You satisfied?" she asked. I was confused for a second until I realized what she was talking about.
"You didn't have to change." I stated again.
"It's okay. It's not a big deal." she replied. I couldn't help but glance at her chest and see the leopard print bra now glued to her chest, molding around those massive tits of hers.
"So what now?" she asked.
"I don't know. What do you want to do?" I replied. She looked right at me.
"I need a drink." she said.
"Well, we have some beers and some wine." I offered.
"Ooh, wine. That sounds good." Michelle said.
"I'll get it." I said, starting to stand before she put her hand on my shoulder.
"No, you stay here. You're too tense. You stay here and relax. I'll get the wine." Michelle said, hopping out of the hot tub before I could stop her. I couldn't help but watch her sashay inside, her butt bouncing side to side. The water dripping off of her ass cheeks made them look even better. Michelle did not bother drying off. She just traipsed inside, no doubt dripping water all over the place.
I laid my head back again and exhaled deeply. Michelle was so hot! I had never really realized how sexy she was until now. Her body was magnificent. Gorgeous face, huge tits, a perfect ass. She was my type of girl. My dick was throbbing, the cum having been backed up in my balls for days now. I had to stop thinking like this. She is my wife's best friend. Sure, her body is hotter than hot. But she is such a sweet, good-hearted girl. Does she know what the sight of her in her underwear is doing to me? Is she too sweet to realize how lewd it was to show off that body of hers like that to a married man?
Michelle returned outside, carrying a bottle of wine and two full glasses, one glass in each hand and the bottle under her arm. I realized the bottle she was carrying was an expensive bottle Amanda had bought for our upcoming anniversary. It was my wife's favorite, and we had spent a pretty penny on it. It was also hard to get. But Michelle had already popped the cork and filled the glasses in the kitchen. I had no chance to stop her.
"This looks like the good stuff!" she said, handing one to me as she began to drink some wine down. As she stepped back into the water, she set the bottle down on the rim of the hot tub. As I watched her body submerge under the water again, I brought the wine glass to my lips.
"That's good, right?" Michelle asked. I nodded.
"This is really good." I said, surprised. I hadn't had this wine in awhile and I didn't remember it being this good. We sipped the wine for the next few minutes as we just chatted.
"So, how are things going with you guys?" Michelle asked.
"Good. Things are good." I said.
"Now, if this is too personal, let me know, but... like, how is the sex?" she asked. I almost choked on my drink at hearing her ask this. This was way more personal than we had ever chatted.
"I'm sorry, I only ask because that's where my relationship problems start." Michelle asked. "I just want to know what kind of sex successful couples have."
"I, uh... I don't know what to say..." I stammered.
"Okay, let me put it this way." she said, staring right at me, "Do you like it gentle, or do you like it rough?"
There was a long pause as I took this in. Here I was, sitting in a hot tub with my wife's best friend, who was in her underwear, and she had just asked me if I like rough sex. But I guess it made sense in the course of the conversation. I didn't know how to reply. In all honesty I needed rough sex. Amanda did not. That is why I cheat on her with her slut of an older sister. Sex is the greatest flaw in our marriage. So I could lie to Michelle and tell her happy marriages consist of gentle, loving sex, or I could be honest and tell her that I preferred nasty sex with slutty girls.
Now that I am thinking about it, there really isn't a flaw in my relationship with Katie. The sex is amazing, we get along great and the best parts of my day are when I'm around her. And it was the rough sex that we had that established our connection and strengthened our relationship. We were connected on a level that I had never felt with another person. But with Amanda, in many ways, our marriage was a sham. The sex was bad, and nowadays I lied to her on a near constant basis. The main purpose my marriage seemed to serve was to make the sex I had with her sister better. The betrayal I was committing made the sex so good. I realized, for me, that I needed rough sex for a long lasting relationship to succeed. But I couldn't tell Michelle that, could I?
"I, um, well... the sex me and Amanda have is nice. Nothing too rough or anything like that." I said.
"And that works for you?" Michelle asked.
"Yeah, it does." I replied.
"Hmm, well, maybe that's what I'm doing wrong." Michelle muttered.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, to be honest, I'm a bit of a dirty girl." Michelle said cutely. I looked at her in disbelief.
"You don't believe me?" she asked with a laugh. She was right. I didn't believe her. She was such a nice girl. She must just be teasing me.
"You just don't seem the type." I said.
"You want proof? You want me to tell you how nasty I am?" she said.
"No, that won't be necessary." I told her.
"Oh, c'mon. What's a little discussion of sexual fetishes amongst friends?" she said, laughing.
"Okay, I believe you. I'm sure you're a nasty girl." I said with a laugh, trying to move the conversation along.
"You still don't believe me." she said. It seemed like she wanted to tell me her fetishes. And part of me wanted to call her out. Part of me wanted to call her bluff and see if she was as nasty as she proclaimed to be. Then I just thought, what the hell. Why not?
"Okay, fine, Michelle. Tell me. Tell me how nasty you are. Tell me the nasty stuff you're into." I dared her. Her eyes flashed with mischief. If I didn't know any better I'd say she was turned on. She stared right at me while sipping the wine.
"So, you want to know what I'm into? You want to know my fetishes?" Michelle teased. I simply nodded, daring her to tell me.
"Okay, you want to know. I'll tell you." Michelle started. "You know what I like most of all? Big, fat cocks! Cocks the size of my arm! I'm a total size queen!" Michelle said, unashamed. I was a little shocked by this. I had never heard her talk like this. I was taken aback, so she continued.
"And the thing I like most of all? Having those big, fat cocks rammed up my ass!" she said excitedly. I nearly spit out the wine in my mouth. "I don't care if they do my pussy, but I need it up my ass. That's why most of my relationships fall apart. Most of the guys I date aren't man enough to fuck me as hard as I want. I thought guys liked dirty girls, but when the time comes, they pussy out. You must be right. Guys want gentle sex."
I was speechless. She sensed how shocked I was.
"Too much honesty?" she asked with a giggle.
"Yeah, a bit." I said with a laugh.
"So, do you think there are guys out there for a dirty girl like me? Do you think there are guys out there that like it as nasty as I do? There has to be, right?" Michelle asked.
"I'm sure there is someone out there for everyone." I replied civilly. There was a long silence before she spoke up.
"So... I opened up to you. You should open up for me. Tell me, Matt, what are you into? What are your nasty fetishes?" Michelle asked. I paused, not sure how to answer. "Oh, c'mon, I'm sure you have some. Don't worry, I won't tell Amanda." I still couldn't find any words.
"Okay, we'll do this the hard way." Michelle started. "I know you said you and Amanda have gentle sex, but would you prefer it if the sex was a little rougher?"
"Um, well, I don't mind it being a little rough." I said, not wanting to give away the truth, not wanting to give it away that I don't want it just a little rough. I like it a lot rough.
"Okay. Are you an ass man or a tits man?" she asked.
"Both." I said simply. She laughed.
"So, do you like nice big tits, or small little titties?" she asked.
"I guess, if I had to make a choice, I would say that I prefer bigger breasts." I replied. She nodded.
"I bet you don't like small, flat little asses. You like nice, round, heart-shaped asses, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes." I said.
"So, you like rough sex, with girls with big breasts and perfect asses? Must be tough to be married a girl who is the exact opposite of that?" Michelle stated.
"Well, love and marriage is about more than satisfying your fetishes." I said, feeling guiltier now for cheating on the woman I vowed to be faithful to.
"But... if you found a woman who you loved in the same way as you do Amanda, and she also satisfied your fetishes, wouldn't you choose her?" she asked.
"I'm already married." I told her.
"Yeah, but, you know... marriage is just a ring. People cheat all the time, and a lot of the time I can't blame them. I think that most marriages that last a while do so because somebody is getting some on the side." Michelle speculated.
"Wait a minute, I distinctly remember you and Amanda having a conversation about cheating and you said how much you despise cheaters!" I told her.