Sue couldn't believe how good it felt. The cock she'd thought about for so long, the one she'd imagined going inside her, making her cum, inseminating her as it shot its sperm deep into her womb, was now about to do just that.
She turned her face to the side as it pushed into the mattress. The top of her head rhythmically beat against the pillow bunched up against the headboard. Her hands clutched at the edge of the mattress under the pillow, her ass held steady by two strong, masculine hands.
Hands that did not belong to her husband. Neither did the hard cock that slammed into her, nor the hips that slapped her ass, over and over, filling the room with that sexy sound of two bodies fucking.
Those sounds and these thoughts made her pussy drip, and she felt her wetness smeared between her legs, running along the inside of her thigh.
One of his fingers found its way between her legs, over her shaven mound, deftly moving over her clit. His pace increased, telling her he was getting close. He'd learned quickly how to excite her, how to touch her down there, to bring her over the top with him.
They'd gotten a lot of practice in a brief time.
Sue felt herself building. Her soft sex sounds grew louder with each thrust. She was close.
"You're so beautiful when you cum. Do it. Cum for me." His words washed over her, and she could feel his breath on her face.
She opened her eyes, seeing the loving face of her husband between her stray brown hair as he peered into hers. His light blue eyes looked as if they glowed. His pale blonde hair, normally neatly combed back, was ruffled from where she held his head earlier as he fucked her on this same bed.
"I love you," he told her. She saw him look behind her and grin. The hand holding her hip gripped tight as a roar announced his orgasm. He came deep inside her, and she felt the familiar hot, wet sensation as he bucked against her.
His fingers rapidly diddled her clit, taking her with him over the top as her mind and body exploded in ecstasy. She grunted and moaned as she came, sucking him into her as deep as possible. Accepting his seed as she looked into her husband's loving face.
Sue imagined his friend's cum shooting deep into her, filling her womb with sperm that searched for her egg, eager to fulfill their purpose and impregnate her. That they might succeed, as her time was close, was a risk she took to be with this man.
But after all the cum she'd received from both men over the last twenty-four hours, this latest deposit probably would find itself too late if anything were to happen. Over the last two days, both men had cum in her enough to populate a small village.
She wondered at how they ended up like this. Fucking her husband's best friend right in front of him.
Of course, for years she'd wondered what he'd be like in bed. Everyone wonders what it would be like to screw a friend of the opposite sex at one time or another.
Sometimes they would wonder many times.
And sometimes, they got to find out.
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"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" Lucas stood there, looking at his best friend. His eyebrows furrowed as he cocked his head, staring straight into Mike's eyes.
Mike nodded, his brown eyes moistening. "Yep. She told me this morning." He shook his head. "By text."
Sue's hand flew to her mouth. "What?" Her eyes were open wide, her brows puckered. She reached over and placed her hand on his upper arm. "You can't be serious!"
He sighed. "Unfortunately, I am very serious." He ran a hand over his short, light brown hair. He stood a little over six feet, several inches over the diminutive Tina, and about the same height as her husband.
"What did she say?" Lucas asked.
People swirled around them as they stood at the end of a row of uncomfortable airport chairs. The kind designed to not let you sleep in them when a flight gets delayed. A call to begin the pre-boarding of their flight to Las Vegas rolled over the noisy gate area. Fellow travelers began to stir, some standing and gathering their things.
"The text said she was very sorry, but couldn't make it this weekend. She said we could talk next week after I got back."
"That's it?" Sue asked, shaking her head. "No reason?"
Mike shook his head. "Nope. So I called her. She wouldn't answer, even though I knew she had the day off, obviously. So then I called her roommate, Darla. She picked up, not realizing it was me. I guess I woke her up."
He sighed, then continued. "Once she realized who it was, she got real flustered and started stuttering. She wanted to get off the phone and started making excuses. I wouldn't let her, and begged her to tell me what the fuck was going on."
Sue and Lucas stood there, side by side, watching their best friend suffer as he retold the story. Her hand reached over and clasped his as if needing her husband's touch to reassure her.
"Darla wouldn't say anything. Claimed she didn't know why Cathy bailed on our trip. When I asked Darla to put her on the phone, she went silent."
"Oh, shit," Lucas said in a whisper.
Nodding, Mike said, "Yeah." He heaved a sigh, looked around at the other passengers getting ready, then looked back at the couple. "To make a long, shitty story short, Cathy wasn't home."
"It had to be like six in the morning, right?" Sue asked as she looked at the clock on the wall that read 8:55.
"Yep. She didn't come home last night. She told me yesterday she had a bunch of work to finish up, and not to come over, but that she'd be ready to go in the morning. I guess whoever she's with changed her mind."
"Are you sure she's with a guy?" Lucas asked.
"Yeah. Darla let it slip that she's been stepping out for the last few weeks behind my back. I think she was pissed at Cathy for doing that. She and I always got along. Anyways, Darla told me how sorry she was for her bitch of a roommate, and how stupid she was, and all that."
He stood there, his shoulders drooping. "I just said goodbye, and hung up. I almost didn't come, but then I remembered you two, and didn't want to mess up your time."
Sue stepped forward and embraced Mike, pulling him to her. Her cheek pressed to his as her fingers dug into his broad back. "I'm so sorry," she said into his ear before kissing him on the cheek and stepping back.
A tear slid down her face at Mike's wan smile. "Thanks."
"That sucks, dude. I thought she was a good person," Lucas said, sighing as he shook his head.
Their boarding group was called, and they gathered their carry-on bags and got in line. As they inched toward the gate, Mike said, "I guess Darla got a hold of Cathy, because on the way here I got a call from her."
"Oh?" Sue turned to look at him, her eyebrows raised.
Mike pursed his lips. "I pretty much asked her 'what the fuck', and she let into me like I was the biggest asshole she'd ever known."
Both Sue and Lucas turned, eyes wide, staring at him.
"I've never heard her talk that way." Mike looked at the ground between the three of them. Shrugging, he said, "She told me I didn't care about her, that I sucked at making love to her, and that she faked every orgasm I ever gave her..." He trailed off, his chest heaving.
Sue leaned against him, her arm reaching around his back. She turned to face him, accidentally pushing her breasts into his side. Laying her head against his shoulder, she said, "I don't believe a word of that. Why would she say those things?"
"I dunno. Maybe to make herself feel less guilty for being such a bitch and messing around? I have no idea."
They stepped up and showed their licenses and boarding passes, then trudged down the jetway and onto the plane. After getting their things stowed, Mike took the window seat, Sue was in the middle, and Lucas sat in the aisle seat. After a brief wait, they taxied onto the runway and took off.
They all decided on a stiff drink with their pretzels after the emotional morning, knowing that the entire vibe of what was supposed to be a fun trip for two couples was now marred by Mike's sudden heartbreak.
"What I don't understand," Mike said as Sue leaned closer to him, "is why she said those things. She kept going on this tirade about how I was such a terrible boyfriend, and that someone like me didn't deserve anyone like her. She went on and on about what a lousy lover I am. Shit like that."
"Oh, that's complete crap," Sue said as she turned to look at him, and felt the familiar tingle as she caught his profile. His strong chin, with a hint of stubble, complimented his short cropped dark hair and she thought, deep in her mind where no one knew her thoughts, sexy as hell brown eyes.
She smiled as he looked her in the eye. "You were a terrific boyfriend. I saw how you guys were together plenty of times." Her hand clasped his and squeezed as she said, "I think you were way too good for her."
"Not according to her."
"Well, fuck her," Sue said, her tone sharp. Mike's eyes opened wide, and he grinned. Sue flushed and put her hand over her mouth.
"Sue!" Mike laughed for the first time that day. "My dear, sweet, adorable puritan! You swore!"
She giggled, then drained the last of her drink, the ice cubes rattling in the plastic cup. She bumped his shoulder, clutching his hand, and said, "I'm no pilgrim. I just don't like using words like that." She winked at him. "But this time, it was worth it."
"Cathy could take a civility lesson from you. She cussed me up one side and down the other over the phone. At one point I just held it in front of me, staring, as I was driving to the airport."
"She's a bitch," Sue said, shrugging.
Mike sighed and squeezed her hand as she leaned over and rested her head against his shoulder. He turned and kissed the top of her head.
Sighing, he said in a low voice, "I wish..." He stopped, and she felt him tense.
Without moving her head, her fingers moved against his. "What do you wish?" she asked in a voice barely audible over the hum of the engines.
Mike nuzzled her head with the side of his, then straightened. "I shouldn't say. Lucas is my best friend."
"Oh." Sue leaned against him and sighed. She kept his hand in hers as they flew.
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"Holy crap," Sue said as she walked in and looked around.
Lucas was right behind her, followed by Mike. They walked around the living room, taking in the view out of the wide window. The drapes were open, letting in the searing desert sun.
"Damn, it's hot in here," Mike said as he put his suitcase off to the side.
