DOING A FRIEND A FAVOR
"So, you don't want to fuck my wife?"
Until he asked, I never realized just how stupid my friend Vince really was.
"Of course I want to fuck your wife. Anyone with a brain and a working dick would kill to get with your wife. She's got be the sexiest, most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. What I can't understand is why you'd even ask me to get busy with her. Has your dick stopped working? You run out of ammo? Have you lost your mind? What the fuck's your problem?"
Shoving aside his beer, Vince trained his gaze on the floor under his barstool, unable to look me in the eye as he swallowed his pride and admitted how he found himself in such a ridiculous predicament. "I did something really stupid that I shouldn't have done, and I got caught. So, I figure letting Kirsty hook up with someone I know she's always been attracted to, might be a way to make things right."
I was so shocked, I didn't realize how loud I was getting as I raised my voice over the music blasting from the wall-mounted speakers, to tell him what I thought of him screwing around on a sweet, adorable lady, like his wife Kirsty. "What the hell were you thinking fucking around on someone like her? If she were my wife, we'd never get out of bed. I'd been banging her morning, noon and night, so she'd know that she was my whole world. So, what the hell made you decide to stick your dick in some strange?"
He lifted his head and found the courage to glare me down as he shot back, "I lost my head, okay, Mr. Perfect? I know I screwed up. But if you'd consider even spending an hour with her, I would owe you my life. I just don't want to lose her."
He had to be crazy, if he actually thought me hooking up with his wife was going to fix his marriage. But, if this is what he wanted, who was I to say no?
I gotta say, as stupid as this plan was, my dick was already on board, twitching like a bastard in my jeans, just from the thought of sliding between Kirsty's long, shapely legs and banging her till I had screaming my name.
Still not completely convinced, I needed to know how he imagined the two of us were ever going to hook up. "And if I were to agree to do this thing, how the hell would it even work?"
"Kirsty knows I'm sorry enough to do anything to save our marriage, even if it means letting her even the score with someone like you."
I narrowed my eyes on him. "What do you mean, someone like me?"
He looked me up and down. "Well, look at you. You're really good looking, got a nice head of dark hair, you take good of yourself, you're successful. And from what I hear, you really know your way around a woman. Normally, I'd never let you anywhere near my wife, but I'm so desperate I really need you to do this for me."
Though I'd never had any complaints, I still couldn't see how me getting horizontal with his sexy young wife was going to be enough to save his marriage.
"So, you're saying Kirsty knows you're trying to hook us up? And she's okay with it?"
He nodded, his shoulders sagging as he turned his attention back to his beer and started peeling off the label. "You're the only guy she'd ever agree to get with. After the way I fucked up, I can't really blame her. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, and all that shit."
I stared off into space, as an image of Kirsty naked on her back, spreading her legs for me filled my head. "So, she's expecting me to drop by?"
"Yeah. She's waiting for you. All you got to do is ring the doorbell and, you know..."
Yeah, all I had to do was get over there and fuck my best friend's wife. A voice in my head kept telling me this was nuts, and there was no way I could ever get naked with my buddy's wife.
But if agreeing to get busy with her was enough to save their marriage, I couldn't really see a way to say no.
**
I'd just barely rang the doorbell, and I was shocked at how fast she flung it open. And holy shit, from the look on her face, Kirsty looked angry enough to rip a guy in half. The way her eyes were flaring, as she raked me over from head to toe, I could tell she was spitting mad.
Small as she was, she grabbed me by my shirt, yanked me into the house, shoved her tongue in my mouth and nearly kissed my face off.
I'd never experienced an angry kiss before, but she was so enraged she was shaking in my arms as she clung to me, desperately exploring my mouth with her tongue, like she was on some kind of weird treasure hunt. But fuck it was hot, and I had no plans to stop her.
Every inch of her was trembling, when she finally pulled back and nodded at the bedroom. "Well, I guess you'd better do whatever you came here to do, Nick, so we can get this thing done."
I put a hand on her shoulder and tipped up her chin, so she'd look at me. "You know there's no going back if we cross the line and do this."
Her bottom lip quivering, she broke down and cried. "Vince doesn't want me. And now you don't want me. What's wrong with me, that would make my husband pay for sex with another woman? And now I can't even talk you into bed. Am I really that repulsive."
"No! You're absolutely gorgeous." When what she'd said suddenly dawned on me, I could hardly believe my ears. "Wait, did you just say that Vince paid for sex?" Now I was angry, when I realized that the little fuck had lied to me.
She nodded, wiping at her eyes. "When he didn't come home last Saturday, and finally showed up on Sunday afternoon, smelling like sex, he lied and said he was at his cousin's stag and he'd had too much to drink, so he stayed at the hotel to sleep it off, because he knew he was no shape to try and drive home. But he didn't know that I knew the stag was on Friday night, because my brother was invited, and he said Vince was there that night, too.
"Wondering what he'd really been up to, I checked his phone when he was in the shower, and I almost died when I saw all the women he'd been trying to hook up with. The last one he met with, charged him a thousand bucks, that I realized he took from the money we'd been saving for our dream vacation, because we never had the money for a honeymoon when we were first married. And of course, I went to the doctor to see if he'd brought anything home with him. But thank god, he didn't."
I felt so stunned I couldn't even speak. Vince had made it sound like it was a one-time thing, just a slip-up. And now I find out that he'd been trolling online for hookers? What a dirty shitty thing to do to his wife. A woman he swore he loved and didn't want to lose. As far as I was concerned, he didn't deserve her.
I stroked her back. "Kirsty, I am so sorry. I had no idea."
She sniffled against my shirt, while I held her close. "So, he lied to you, too?"
"From what he said, I honestly thought it was just a mistake, a moment of weakness."
"That's pretty much what he told me at first. When I confronted him because I could tell he'd been with someone, before I'd even checked his phone, he said he had too much to drink at the stag, and he found himself in bed with a woman he'd never seen before. And he said he wasn't even sure if they had sex, but he didn't think so, because he was too drunk to do anything. When in fact, I discovered that lying sack of shit was online, looking to hookup with any woman he liked the looks of, all of them with big, huge fake breasts. I know I'm not exactly stacked, but I can't believe he'd cheat on me like this, and with someone he had to pay for."
"Kirsty, I don't even know what to say. Vince told me to come over here because you said you wanted to even the score. But I don't know how you can fix this."
She went quiet for a minute, eyeing me, till she finally managed a sly little smile and said, "We can make it look like we hooked up, because no matter what he said, I know it would drive him crazy to think I was with another man. And I do want to get back at him for doing this to me."
"So, how are we going to do this?" Though what I was really wondering, was why she'd even want to stay with him, after what he'd done. Or why she'd even care what he thought.
I watched amazed as she walked across the room and pushed a beautiful glass lamp off an end table, making me flinch as I watched it crash to the floor and shatter into a million pieces. Her face lit up with a devious smile, as she grinned and explained, "If the two of us ever did get it on, I've got a feeling things would get pretty wild. So, I think it should look like we did it every room."
She was right about that. Just looking at her breasts heaving through her silky robe, was enough to get me rock hard and lurching in my jeans, since I never bothered with boxers.
Carefully, she tip-toed in a big circle around the broken glass, took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom, nodded at her big king-sized bed and asked, "So, if we really were going wild on each other, what do think would happen to the bed?"
I smirked, "If we ever got naked together, I don't think we'd even make it to the bed."
She grinned, eyeing the outline of my erection bulging in my jeans. "So, would you take me on the floor, because you couldn't wait to have me?" She scurried over to the wall and held her hands together over her head, making her breasts pop, giving me an eyeful of her nipples, poking through the fabric of her thin, pale pink, thigh-high robe. "Or would you knee my legs apart and bang me up against the wall, like a rutting beast?"