I didn't know how to tell him, didn't know how to let him know I loved him, even though I wanted his friend so much I could think of nothing else but his cock inside of me. When Jake was around my pussy was constantly wet, my nipples were hard and erect, my voice was hoarse with lust, and I could feel him in me, filling my vagina like a spear. Sometimes I would shake with desire as we would brush against one another, surreptitiously finding a way to feel the heat of the other person's body.
I knew he felt it too, knew he ached for me, knew he was hard and I was the one making it so. We had only came close once, at a park, and that one time kept me in constant arousal. I had to tell my husband it was harmless lust, but I didn't know how to say it, didn't know the words that would make it clear to him that I loved him but hungered for his best friend.
When the three of us were in the backyard by the barbecue and the steaks were cooking, I was as hot as the coals under the meat. My panties were soaked and my hands were shaking. Our eyes met and I couldn't look away. I wanted his hardness deep in my cunt.
How could I tell my husband it wasn't personal, that it wasn't him, that it was simply lust? A woman had desires and I had always been able to control them before. Suddenly it was different. I ached inside for my husband's friend and I didn't understand it, and my pussy was electrified when he was around.
I had been with other men and didn't long for that, but since we'd been together at the lake, the three of us, skinny dipping and being so close, so temptingly sensual, so blatantly sexual, there was no controlling it any longer. How did I make it clear to Dave it was "just sex" and not love, not a feeling against him, and it didn't have to end things for us?
My husband looked up from the grill. "Why don't you just fuck her?" Dave said as he flipped the steaks. Our heads snapped around and both of us met his gaze.
Neither of us spoke, we just processed the question and looked at each other.
"What?" I finally said.
"It's as obvious as bare tits on a board," he said in his usual vernacular. "You've got a hard on as big as a palm tree when she's within a baseball throw of you," he said. "You don't have to look like you don't know what I'm saying. You both know it's true. You have the hots for one another and it would take a blind man not to see it. Even Stevie Wonder could feel the heat off the two of you. How could I stand in the way if you two are so hot to trot that you get lathered up like horses run too hard and put away wet when you're around one another? Am I right, or am I just totally full of shit?"
Neither Jake or I said a word for the longest time. We actually just looked at one another, wondering which of us would admit it first. "Well?" my husband said. "Not true?"
"You are right," Jake said. "It's just...."
"Sex," said Dave. "I know. You just want to fuck her, not run away with her, right?" Jake nodded his head. "You are horny for my wife, not looking for a girlfriend, am I right? You don't want to marry her. You just want to fuck her, correct?"
"I love you," I said, "but I get wet for him. I want him inside me. Yes, I want him to fuck me. I enjoy our lovemaking, but I can't stand it. I want to feel him in me, to have his cock in my pussy. Yes, you are right. We both feel the same way. We have talked about it, yes. We would not go behind your back. However, it is killing us. Could you handle that?" I asked straight out. "Could you deal with your wife and your friend fucking like minks?"
"Sure," Dave said. "Not so hard. Sex isn't all there is to life. Fucking is just fucking. I love you both. You dance with him and I watch you and can enjoy seeing you have fun. I love you too. But I don't own you. I know you can get satisfaction from things and people other than me. I would have to be crazy to think the only one who gives you pleasure is me. You like running, I don't. You like liver, I hate it. So what are 'we' going to do about this. We going to pretend it isn't happening, or we going to deal with it like we are adults?"
He took my hand and put it in Jake's. "Kiss her like you have been wanting to for years," he said. Jake kissed me and my fingers tingled and my head spun. "That's a kiss you give your sister," Dave said. "Give her a fucking kiss you give the woman you have a hard on for, not your fucking sibling," he said. "I am leaving you two here by yourselves. You think you'll know what to do?"
Jake and I both nodded, sheepishly, then Jake put his arm around me and pulled me to him. "I'll know," he said. "As long as you are okay with it.
"Could I be any clearer if I undressed her for you?" Dave said. "I can't take her fucking panties off, you'll have to do that for yourself." he said with a grin. "Fuck her good, my friend," he said as he opened the door and stepped out. "For the next twenty-four hours it will be up to the two of you. Enjoy!" he said, then he left.
When the door closed Jake and I stood looking at one another, smiling, just savoring the feel of the privacy we were just given by my husband. Slowly, without a word, Jake began unbuttoning my blouse. I kept my hands at my side as he lifted it over my shoulders and tossed it to the chair. "Should we go to the bedroom?" I said. He took off my bra and tossed it away.
"Not yet," he said. "I want to fuck you right here in the family room," he said as he slipped my skirt over my hips. I stood still for him as he removed my panties for himself, as Dave had said, and tossed them aside. He put his hand between my legs and slipped a finger into me and the breath went out of my lungs as something I had longed for had just happened.
"Fuck me, Jake," I pleaded, collapsing before him, dragging him to the floor. "Come in me, baby," I said with an urgency I didn't recognize. He climbed between my legs and inserted himself into me in one quick motion. He fucked me in quick deep thrusts that rocked my body each time he pushed into me.
