Best Friend Offers Wife

I watched her all the way down the beach and I hoped against hope that she would come far enough to reach where I was. I could not call her a friend, not yet, and she was not only the center of my attention, the leading lady of my fantasies, but she was also my good buddy's wife, and she was simply gorgeous, beyond anyone I had ever seen even in porn, and believe me by that time in my life I had seen plenty.

When she got to where I was sitting she ignored me, pretending not to see me on my beach towel. I couldn't take my eye off of her, watching every naked part of her as she strolled down the beach. I had met her just weeks before and I could not keep my eyes and mind off of her.

I studied every part of her like a sculptor: her luscious legs, her firm and well-rounded breasts, her incredible face and smile, and a figure that activated men's natural animal instincts. How did she ever get hooked up with Grant? He was my friend, but he was no George Clooney. He wasn't even Richard Dreyfus. Since meeting Claire I could think of nothing else but her.

When I was around her my tongue got thick and incoherent, and I stuttered, like a fool. How could I be so taken by the wife of another man? Not only was she the wife of another man, but of a good friend. I had known him since grade school. I fantasized about his wife every night, during the day, and when I woke up each morning. I had vicariously done everything to her a man could do with a woman and I imagined that she loved every carnal second of it. In my mind she pined for me, and I envisioned her dreaming of me as she fucked him. Pretty feeble, right?

Since they had moved back into the area, I was with them once or twice a week. They had lived in another state, but moved back just a few months before. After they moved back I had dinner with them at restaurants, was over to their house at least once every couple of weeks, and on occasion I went out with them to a movie or a Lakers game. It was torture frankly, to be sitting right next to her or standing close to her at their swimming pool in their backyard.

I was a mess. A normally rather articulate and educated grown man would turn into a teenager in her presence. I would giggle, mumble, or just stammer like an idiot when I tried to sound relatively intelligent around, literally, the girl of my dreams.

During a Laker game, which is a passion of mine, I could not concentrate on Kobe Bryant's jump shot but kept thinking of her panties, or her neck, or any other part of her sizzling body that had been torturing me for months.

Two nights later I was in their backyard standing next to the barbecue pit with Grant while he over cooked three filets. "You want some bedtime with her, buddy?" he said casually as he turned the steaks over on the grill, like he was talking about a day in church.

"Huh?" I said, sounding like a Bugs Bunny cartoon. "What?" I said, sounding only slightly better. He repeated his question and it took me a few seconds to process what he had said. I turned and tried to again sound somewhat aware of my surroundings. "What did you say?" I said, a little more coherent.

"You want to fuck her, buddy?" he said as calmly as if he was asking if I wanted to help him mow the lawn. I stared at him without being able to manage an answer for close to a minute. "Seriously," he said, "it is as obvious as roadside billboard on an empty beach. You are jello around her. I know you want to fuck Claire, my friend."

My good friend, whose wife I coveted like a prized sports car, had just described me perfectly. Jello was exactly right. I turned to jelly in her presence. "We have an arrangement," he said. "Why do you think she is with me?" he said in his typical right to the point manner. "You think it's because I'm such a stud?" he said. Stupidly I shook my head.

"I let her fuck who she wants," he explained with a straight face. "I am your basic cuckold," he said as honestly as a man could be. "She fucks the guys she finds fetching, then she tells me about it, word for fucking word. I get to hear all about what guys with big dicks do to her delicious, little peach. And by the way, she would like to do the nasty with none other than you, my friend, talks about it all the time," he said with an enthusiasm that frankly scared me a little.

"She does?" I said sounding to myself more than a little like Daffy Duck. "Really?"

"Really. My wife wants to jump your bones," he said with a grin, like you were telling someone they had just been given a million bucks in pennies. "She wants to fuck you."

I was literally without words. "No shit?" I said as if I was in a John Travolta movie. He put his hand on my shoulder and smiled.

"No shit," he said.

I immediately began mentally constructing the scene in my head. I was undressing her, kissing every part of her, and she was grinning with her eyes closed and her mouth half open. I saw myself pushing into her and could almost feel my cock sliding into her. He brought me out of my reverie by asking when I would life to make it happen.

"When?" I said, as if it was the question of the century.

"Tonight?" he asked. I simply nodded. It was as if I was being asked when I wanted to open my Christmas gifts. Now! "Why don't you come for dinner, we'll have a soak in the jacuzzi, then you two can 'get to know one another' later. What do you think?"

My mind was actually, literally, a blur. I said tonight would be good. He nodded, said she would like that, then said she had been talking about it for a while. "About me?" I asked mindlessly. He nodded and smiled. "So have you, right?" I told him I had, confessing to my friend that I had coveted his wife, wanted to fuck her, thought about it probably every day.

He smiled and said most guys did. I knew that was true, but I was amazed that he didn't mind, that he seemed to be pleased, that he had said he listened to her tell him about them. I could not imagine a man being delighted his wife was fucking other men, but I wasn't going to argue with him about it. I didn't want to talk him out of it. If that is how he felt, then that was his business. If he was willing for me to fuck his wife, then that was for him to decide. I was not going to turn down such an opportunity. If he was willing, then so was I.

That night I had dinner with him, but during dinner no one said anything about Claire and me. We cleaned up after the meal and then got undressed and went out to the hot tub. We hung our towels on the pegs and stepped into the water. When I got in, standing with water to my waist, Claire came right over to me and put her arms around my neck.

"I hear you have been thinking about me," she said with a naughty grin. I put my hands on her hips and nodded, then she leaned in and kissed me. It was not a quick peck on the cheek, but a long and passionate embrace that left me breathless, and certainly started my erection on a quick trip to a state of full hardness. We continued to kiss and at Grant's encouragement, I began holding the cheeks of her wonderful ass, massaging her bottom with my fingers, folding their tips into the crack of her ass and feeling the heat of her anus with the tips of those fingers.

"Why don't you take him into the house," Grant said from the seat in the hot tub. She simply smiled and nodded, then stepped out of the water and took my hand, leading me toward the house. Grant followed us into the house taking a seat in the corner of their bedroom, his normal custom.

We were nude so we simply got down on the bed and she opened those wonderful legs for me and pulled me against her. I moved between her thighs and pushed into her in one quick movement, and she began humping her hips against mine. Grant was shouting encouragement from the corner of the room, like he was watching a sporting event.

She scooted around so she could take my cock into her mouth, sucking and kissing my penis like she was trying to inhale it, then when I started to come she kept my dick in front of her open mouth and swallowed each spurt as it came from the tip. She began talking as we fucked, telling me she had been watching me for months.

She came a couple of times, then we snuggled and rested, then she started in again by getting on top and going cowgirl with all her glory, calling out and throwing her arms around like she was actually riding a bull. She called me her "bull" obviously making reference to Grant being her cuckold. We fucked for a half an hour, then we both went to sleep and Grant left the room.

When I woke in the morning Claire was kissing my flaccid dick. She took the tip into her mouth and began sucking on the bulbous end. "Nice that you are awake," she said seductively.

"I would not miss it," I said with a smile. She continued to service my dick with expert attention, cooing and smiling while she licked and kissed the end of my cock, saying how much she liked it. "I am glad you do," I said with a grin. I watched her work on me, savoring the sight of the most beautiful woman I know doing things to me I had only dreamed of in the most erotic of my fantasies.

We continued for another forty minutes, forty minutes of total, absolute heaven as I watched as the woman I had desired for over two months did things I had only dreamed about. When she finished we cuddled and talked. It seems she grew up not twenty miles from where I lived, and we had even belonged to some of the same area clubs, and she had competed in sports that my sister did and they probably played in some of the same games.

Grant asked me the next day if I enjoyed my time with his wife. "Are you kidding?" I said. "She is a fantastic fucking woman. You are the luckiest guy in the entire county."

"We both are," he said, patting me on the back. "If she picks you then you are one lucky motherfucker," he said. "She only fucks lucky bastards. All of us are lucky bastards," he said with a grin.

I have been sleeping with Grant's wife at least once a week, and it has been six months since my first time with her. She sees about five other men and Grant is as happy as a drunk at a beer festival. He still sits in a chair in the corner and watches like a kid at the circus, mesmerized by seeing his wife with a dick in her pussy.

She has told me she thinks her marriage with Grant is like a gift from heaven. She says she does not think she could be with a man who would limit her to only having sex with him. She is grateful that Grant has been able to allow her the sexual freedom to fuck who she wants and to be her cuckold. She admits to not knowing what a cuckold was before she hooked up with Grant.

It has frankly been like winning the lottery, like getting a huge prize to be included in her circle of friends, and I have been so grateful to my friend Grant for allowing me to have sex with his wife, the best looking woman I had ever been as close to as arms length, and the finest piece of ass in the entire city of Los Angeles, maybe in the whole state of California.

Since the first time I saw her, I have had fantasies featuring Claire in the staring role, and my dreams have been fulfilled by being with her even once. To have her tell me she had been attracted to me was like winning an Oscar on your first job. I know I will not replace Grant, but I will at least be one of the ones in her bed for as long as she'll have me.