Be Careful What You Wish For

I was in the middle of writing a new story. For some reason, the story line kept getting lost in my thoughts. The jangling of the phone distracted me even further. "Sam. Hey Sam. How's it hanging you dog?" The voice on the other end was one of my oldest friends John. I was going to spend a part of the next week at his home. "John, hey thanks again for letting me stay at your place during the training session." I was slated to attend a training session for my job. It was taking place in a hotel about 159 miles from my home but only 20 miles from John's. I had approached him and Joyce about staying at their place as opposed to the hotel. John began laughing.

"Well my offer comes with a price. I have been having a problem with one of my heating lines. I need you to dismantle the feed line, blow it out and reconnect it." Leave it up to John to get free service any time he did a favor for someone. I laughed along with him.

"John you cheap bastard. If I charged you the price a plumber would, I'd be rich by now. OK! You got me. I'll do it but just for the price of a clean room and cooked meals." We talked back and forth about little mundane things for awhile. Then John's voice got quiet. "Sam we've been friends for over 20 years now." Something in his voice put me on alert. There was something wrong and my old buddy was about to drop a bomb on me. "John what's the matter. Are you and Joyce going through some problems? If so, I can just as easily stay at the hotel. My company's picking up the tab anyway."

John remained quiet for awhile longer. Whatever it was that was troubling him was serious. John normally was a very happy go lucky guy who never shut up. "Sam I have to ask you for a big favor." His voice was stone cold serious now. I tried to lighten his mood.

"Ah shit. You want me to paint the house too. Damn John, you always get me to do your work when you're away on business." He didn't laugh at my joke. "Sam, you know that I trust you with my life. Hell, growing up we trusted each other with our lives ten times over. You're closer to me than my own brothers and sisters." I didn't like the way this conversation was going. John said hold on and I heard him talking to a female voice. I recognized the voice. It was John's secretary.

"Sorry about that", he said continuing our conversation. "John you horny bastard. You took your secretary with you." John's secretary was a gorgeous fox. My dick got hard just thinking about fucking her. I knew that John had been sticking her for a long time off and on. I heard the door slam and John laughed at my words. "Sam this is business. Getting back to what we were talking about. I have been running like the devil on this project. I'm home for a week away for two. Back and forth, in and out, all the time. I have been really neglecting Joyce and it's starting to show. You're going to spend some time with her next week." I jumped in thinking that I knew what he was going to ask me.

"Hey John. I'll take her out to dinner, maybe a show. I'll talk to her and see how she feels. Don't worry about her. Joyce knows how important your job is right now." John jumped in and cut me off. "No Sam. Look. Joyce has been neglected lately. I know her and she gets antsy when she's feeling neglected. Sam, Joyce has always had the hots for you. I'm asking you more than I have a right to. If the occasion arises, I want you to fuck her." I almost dropped the phone. I held it away from my face and stared at it like it was a two-headed snake.

"Ah John old buddy. I know that I sometimes drink too much but I haven't had a drink all day. I didn't just hear you tell me that you wanted me to fuck your wife." John began to talk fast. John's talking fast was a sure sign that he was trying to convince me of something. "Sam you're my best friend! If my wife was going to get fucked by someone, I'd rather it be you than anyone else. Besides, I know that you've had a thing for her all along. I see the way you watch her when you think now one's looking."

John was right. I did watch Joyce. She was a tiny thing. She stood no taller than 4'10". She was cute without being beautiful. Her mouth was too wide, her eyes too big. If you didn't see the age in her face, you would swear you were looking at a young girl. She had small tits, short legs and a tiny ass. Oh yes, I watched her, but she was my best friend's wife. "Look John. That's asking a lot. I mean we have been friends forever and I won't take the chance on losing that. Besides what makes you think she would be interested in me anyway." John chuckled.

"Believe me Sam. If given the opportunity, Joyce would fuck your brains out. We've talked about it before. Your being such a close friend is the only thing that has stopped her from making a move on you. Look it may never happen. But if it does and the situation comes about. I want you to fuck her with a clear conscience." I didn't know what to say. We talked some more and than I hung up the phone. This would make matters sticky. I would try to be a friend but I knew the thought of fucking Joyce would intrude on my thoughts all the time I was at their home.

Friday, 1:30pm and the day was a bitch. Everything that could go wrong during the day did. The phone never stopped ringing. This time when it rang I wasn't polite when I answered. "Who is it?" The laughter was John's. "Whoa Sam, rough day?" I was in a foul mood. "Fuck you John. This day had been the fuckin pits. What's up?" I could hear soft moaning in the background. "Getting some dick-tation done John?" He laughed. "No! More like Hershey hunting. Sam, remember our conversation earlier in the week?" So! John had had time to think about it, and didn't like the idea I might put a dick in his private stock. "Yea, I remember." I heard him grunt and a louder cry from her. "I'm counting on you Sam. If you take care of this for me, I'll owe you big time.

I might even give you that present you have always wanted." John and I had joked about double teaming his secretary one night. We had done a few things like that to women before. I knew he was game and that she would go along with it. For some reason, his bribe pissed me off. "If I do it and I'm not saying I will, it won't be just to get a chance at fucking your damn typing cunt. I love the both of you like family. If Joyce is that much in need, I'll do what I have to, to fix it." With that I slammed down the phone. A few minutes later the phone rang again. This time when I answered it, it was Joyce. "Hello Sam. I've been trying to call John but he must be in a meeting.

They keep forwarding my calls to Ms. Tits." That was the name Joyce had given John's secretary. She did have on fantastic pair of knockers. "Sam, rather than come up tomorrow, come up tonight and take me to a criminally expensive restaurant for dinner. That way you can start on the plumbing first thing in the morning. I'll even help." I laughed at that. Joyce knew as much about fixing things as it took to pick up the phone. "What are you a Master Plumber all of a sudden?" she paused. "My, my aren't we testy today. No I'm not a Master Plumber. Though I have laid a lot of pipe in my time." I laughed long and hard at that. "I'll bet. OK be there by 8 pm. Be ready you know I'm impatient." The rest of the day went along as expected. 8 o'clock and my car pulls into the driveway of John and Joyce's. I hit the horn and the door opens. Joyce steps out and the dress she is wearing fits her to the point that it can stop traffic. I whistle as I get out the car and open her door.

"Damn Joyce, you're gonna have all your neighbors thinking I fucking you wearing things like that." She smiled. "Thank you very much. And if they do, it's cause most of them wish they were." She told me the restaurant she wanted to go to. She wasn't kidding when she said it was criminally expensive. All during dinner, the male patrons would glance over at our table. A few of them she knew. They were all executives for various financial firms. "I love this place. The food is delicious, the settings expensive and the service is next to none. The only thing they don't do is wipe you in the john."

She was right, the food was delicious. The steak I ordered, didn't wait for you to cut it, it cut itself. The veggies were fresh and cook to perfection. And the drinks were top shelf and made by a bartender that had a heavy hand. All in all, it was one of the best meals I had ever eaten. We sat taking our time over this superb meal. Two drinks during the meal, and I was glad the food was of such big portions. After dinner, we were escorted to the smoking room.

To my surprise, Joyce took a cigar and lit it. We were served brandy with the cigars and I thoroughly enjoyed both. Watching the looks on the other men's faces as Joyce smoked her cigar with authority had me choking at times. She was having a ball. "John calls this place the Palace of Decadence. Where the rich come to show off their shit. I just love it for the food and service."

After dinner we took a leisurely drive back home. The ride home was over an hour so we had a lot of silence thrown in. Halfway home, she turned to me. "Do you still write dirty stories?" I looked at her and smiled. "When those stories put $50,000 in your bank account, they're called "Erotic Literature". And yes I still write them." We returned to the house and I declined another drink. I went to the guestroom, removed my clothes and took a shower. I could hear the other shower running in the master bedroom. I finished my shower and changed into my favorite pair of pajamas. John always laughed at me. I still wore the full set, top and bottom pieces. I was sitting down in the den when Joyce called me to her room.

I knocked on the door and said, "you decent"? Joyce laughed. "I'm never decent, but you can come in anyway." When I entered she was wearing a long robe. "Sam, would you be a dear and rub lotion on my back. Since John isn't here to do it, I've gotten so dry it hurts. That's one spot where you need an other set of hands to reach." Without waiting for an answer, she lay on the bed on her stomach and eased her robe off her shoulders. As I said before, Joyce is such a tiny thing, that lying there as she was, she reminded me of a little girl. I took the cream and began to spread it over her back. I must have been rubbing too soft. She turned her head and looked at me. "I won't break, rub harder so it works into my skin." I rubbed harder and was rewarded with a satisfying moan. "Mmmmmm! That feels so good Sam. Do my whole body."

I let my fingers work the cream into her back and shoulders. Then I slid the robe down some more and did the small of he back. I saw when Joyce slid her hand underneath her stomach. I pulled the robe off completely. Her tiny ass so smooth and round, stuck up in the air. I put cream on my hands and began to rub it. I let my hands squeeze and knead her flesh as my thumbs continually worked her cheeks apart. Each time her cheeks parted, I glimpsed her puckered asshole. I noticed that her ass had started moving back and forth. Parting her thighs a bit, I caught the movement of her fingers between her legs. Joyce's pussy was shaved smooth. I saw her fingers stroking between the puffy lips. She was fingering her pussy as I massaged her. SMACK! My hand landed on her soft cheek. "SAM!" She cried out. "That hurts."

"Then don't be finger fucking your pussy while I give you a massage." She turned and looked over her shoulder. "If you didn't make me feel hot, I wouldn't play with myself." I pulled my hands back and stood up. "OK. You finger your cunt, I'll go to bed."

"No Sam! I'll behave! I promise. Don't leave! You were making me feel so good." I sat back down. Joyce pulled her hand out from under her. Her finger was wet from her cunt. She knew I was watching as she stuck it in her mouth and sucked it clean. She was trying to goad me and it was working. This time I spread her legs wide. I put more cream on my hands and rubbed her ass again. This time I let my thumbs rub her pussy each time I squeezed her ass. She was soon moaning and raising her ass in the air. I let my thumbs slide into her and she raised her ass and pushed back. I teased her like this for a few minutes. "Turn over, you're done on this side." Joyce turned onto her back. Her hard tits showed that she was already excited. She spread her thighs wide and lifted her knees in anticipation of me just pushing my fingers up her cunt. But is she wanted it, she would have to wait till I was ready. I put more cream on my hands and started at her shoulders. I worked it in all around her chest.

Since she had small tits, there was space between them. I rubbed the cream in all around he tits but didn't touch them. Joyce's eyes locked on mine. "You missed a spot." I smiled at her. "In fact I missed two." I creamed my hands again and began to work on her left tit. I rubbed it in well then worked on her right tit. Then taking both tits in hand, I began to squeeze and massage them both. I let my fingers close around her nipples and pinched and pulled them. I kept this up until she closed her legs hard. She squeezed them together and worked the muscles. Her tongue licked her lips and then I saw her eyes close and she moaned. She had cum from my playing with her tits. I rubbed the cream onto her stomach next. I worked from her stomach down to her triangle.

Her clean shaved pussy called to my hands but I ignored it. I went past her cunt down to her legs. I did one then the other. I then took her left foot into my hand. I massaged the cream in slow and careful. She stared at me as I lifted her foot up to my mouth. If saying that Joyce was a tiny woman is any description, her feet were almost doll size. But they looked sexy as hell. As my lips closed over the pinky toe, she moaned. I sucked each toe in turn ending at her big toe. I took her other foot and gave it the same treatment. By the time I took her big toe out my mouth, she was breathing hard. I let my hands go to her inner thigh and began to massage it. I worked my hands higher till my thumbs were working into her cunt. She was tight. Tighter than any woman I had ever had. Her pussy grabbed onto my probing thumb and held it.

"My pussy is real tight, Sam. So tight that it hurts to fuck me. That's what John always tells me." From the way it felt around my thumb, she was right. Still, as hot as I was at the moment, she could have told me that her pussy would bite off the tip of my dick and I would have fucked her any way. Just then the phone rang. Joyce reached over and hit the button for speaker. "Hello?"

"Hi Hon, it's me. Just wanting to check in and say I miss you." Not enough to be here."

"What are you doing?"

"If I said that Sam was here and he was tearing my pussy up, would that make you leave and come home to save me?" John laughed. "Honey, if Sam was tearing your pussy up, you would kill me if I stopped him before he finished. For real, what have the two of you been up to?" She relayed the dinner and said that we were just sitting down talking about why I write dirty stories. John commented on the Palace of Decadence and asked if I was trying to impress her out of her clothes. They talked regular small talk then John asked to be taken off speaker. He said something to her and she passed the phone to me. "Hey John, how's it hanging."

I had no sooner started talking to John, than Joyce bent down and fished my dick out from my pants. She popped it into her mouth and began to lick it. I had a devil of a time keeping my voice level. "Don't worry, I'll give you the bill when you get home. No! I told you if I saw that something needed fixing, I would take care of it. No! That's not necessary. OK, let me speak to her." Joyce took my dick all the way down her throat. I let my hand drop to her head and began to work it up and down on my shaft. "Hi Margaret. No I find you very attractive. OK! I promise to take you out the next time we see each other. No I won't promise that. See you later. No John I'll do whatever is necessary. OK bye." I hung up the phone and grabbed Joyce's head. Holding her tight, I fucked her mouth hard and fast. "You bitch! You wanted them to know we were fucking."

Joyce lifted her head up from my dick. "If I know my John, Margaret was on her knees and he was fucking the shit out of her." I knew that he might have been doing just that but I wasn't going to say that to Joyce. "That's not being fair to John", I said. Joyce looked at me. "Bullshit! If he doesn't fuck her something's seriously wrong with the boy. Hell! I fucked her myself." I looked at Joyce like she had just dropped a ton of bricks on me. "Are you surprised? Right after he hired that slut, I took her out for drinks. I read her the riot act and told her that it was all right to fuck John. But I warned her if she tried to take what was mine, I'd cut her throat and leave her for dead. She said she wasn't that type of woman. I told her if I was her boss, I would fuck her even though I was a woman.

One thing led to another and we ended up doing to her place. You really should fuck her she's great in the sac." I looked at Joyce with different eyes. Margaret was a fine piece of ass. The thought of seeing Joyce, little as she is, fucking that amazon caused my dick to twitch. I pulled her back up onto the bed and laid her on her back. Pushing her legs open, I stared at her hairless cunt. Her pussy lips were swollen with excitement. I bent my head to them and inhaled her scent. There is something about the smell of an excited cunt. It has an intoxicating quality. Joyce was propped up on two pillows, allowing her to look down between her legs and watch. I looked up at her face and she was a picture of pure lust. I licked her outer lips, first one then the other.

She sucked in air. I continued to lick and suck all around her slit. She was soon wiggling her little ass all over the bed. "Don't tease me Sam, stick that tongue in my pussy damnit." I ignored her and continued to lick her fat pussy lips. I took my finger and slowly pushed it between her tight lips. "Ahhh Sam!" Jeez, she was tight as scared virgin pussy. I worked my finger in and out slowly. Even her abundant pussy juice didn't help ease my entry. She was right on one thing. Fucking her would hurt if she didn't loosen up some.

I bent my head lower and licked between her slit. I was in no rush. As slow as I could I licked her slit. Up and down, just enough to push her lips apart. She was humping her pussy up at me. I licked to the top and my tongue searched out her clit. She had a tiny button but each time my tongue touched it, she raised herself up high. I licked around it trying to coax it to grow. I pursed my lips and sucked it into my mouth. Joyce cried out and came hard. "Oh Sam! Oh Sam! Yes Sam! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh Sam! "She wasn't loud, she didn't curse. Just jerked her ass at each exclamation.

I figured she would have loosened up some, so I climbed upon top. My hands hooked her legs and raised them high. I put the head of my dick at her opening and pushed. The tip of my dick slid along her slit and pushed pas her cunt. I backed down a bit and tried again. I slid pass again. Joyce reached down and pulled her lips open. She held my dick as I eased in. pushing my dick in was a real challenge. Her face contorted as I pushed hard. As the head pushed pass her lips, her eyes grew wide with the sudden pain of entry. "You have to go real slow Sam. I'll loosen up some but not much. It's going to hurt if you try to fuck me hard and fast. From the way she felt, I didn't think I would get more than my head in. No wonder John tore Margaret's pussy up at every opportunity. Fucking Joyce was work. I began to slowly fuck my head back and forth. She did get a bit looser but not much. I let her legs fall by my side. Grabbing her I rolled over bringing her with me.