Jack poured the wine carefully. He filled three glasses, one each for himself and his wife Sarah and one for his fantasy women Jo. Well, to be more accurate, a woman
whom he fantasised about -
quite often in fact. Jack was happily married. He loved his wife, and they both enjoyed the sex life they shared. But Jack was a man after all and it wasn't uncommon for him to imagine that it was Jo who lay beneath him whilst he slipped his cock into Sarah. That it was Jo kneeling in front of him whilst he rammed Sarah from behind; that they were Jo's lips wrapped around his cock as he exploded into her mouth. Jo was Sarah's best friend, and she was coming around to visit her tonight.
Jack finished pouring the wine. He was a little nervous, as he always was when Jo was around. He guessed that it was some sort of guilty conscience, a worry that she would see inside his seedy mind and be disgusted at how often she featured in his imagination. This didn't stop him from stealing glances at her – he did after all have his fantasies to maintain. He would try not to be obvious whilst he gazed at her hot little body. Her firm, large tits – which, if he was lucky would be sufficiently exposed by the fabric of her clothes for him to make out her extra large nipples. God, they were enough to make him rock hard alone! Jo didn't usually wear a bra, and Jack would often find himself wishing for a spot of cold weather on the days that she came over. He grinned to himself wryly. What a pervert! He purposely tried not to think about her slim waist and gorgeous butt – he really didn't need a hard-on raging when he let her in the front door.
As if on cue the doorbell rang and Jack went to answer it. And there she was, shining against the dark night, her blonde hair glistening extra yellow in the streetlamps' glow. He grinned a welcome,
"Hi Jo, a bit cold out is it?" he wondered (optimistically),
"Hi Jack", she said with a shiver, "actually it's
freezing
, I wish I'd worn a coat!" Jack stepped aside to let her pass him in the hall and was rewarded with a fabulous view of her chest, suitably swathed in a rather tight sweater. Her glorious nipples were rock-hard and poking stubbornly through the fabric. Jack smiled to whatever gods were on duty today, and whilst trying hard not to stare, he led her through into the lounge.
Jo, not for the first time, regretted her choice of clothes. It always
seemed
like a good idea to wear things that excited Jack –
God
how he stared at her! But as ever, she felt racked with guilt. He was her best friends husband for god's sake! Still, she allowed herself a small thrill as she squeezed past him in the hall. He couldn't take his eyes off her tits! If he only knew how often she longed for him to reach out to them and crush them in his hands...
Stop it! She admonished herself. She really should have more self-control.
She and Sarah sat down together, and after Jack had handed them a glass of wine each, they got down to some heavy duty chatting. As was usual on such nights, Jack disappeared to his study. Jo assumed that he just couldn't be bothered with the girls' idle chatter which was a shame as she was quite taken with the tight t-shirt he was wearing tonight – it showed off his impressive muscular body rather well. She put such thoughts out of her mind though, as she really did feel guilty fantasising about him so much.
Jack did his best to appear nonchalant around the ladies and disappeared to his study so that his wife wouldn't notice how much he was staring at her friend. He had a momentary pang as he thought about his beautiful wife. He loved her so much, but had never been able to tell her about how he fantasised about other women. His favourite fantasy always included Sarah with another woman. He'd come close to telling her all this a few times but figured that she would be just too upset by it all. He just couldn't risk it. Still, that did mean that he was tormented from time to time when he had these thoughts, but what could he do?
He deliberately stopped himself from looking up any porn or erotic writing on the net, as he knew it just wasn't a good idea with his present company! Instead he concentrated on catching up with his email, with the occasional twitch from his cock as he thought about the drilling he was going to give his wife later!
Much later Jo, whilst still gaily chatting, stifled a yawn. She really ought to head off soon. Her attention was caught by a twinkle in Sarah's eye,
"Sorry, I missed that, what did you say," she said apologetically. Sarah grinned back at her,
"Not tired are you J?" she laughed. "I said you'd never guess what happened the other night!"
"A bit tired yes. Why what happened?" she asked.
"Well, whilst Jack and I were fucking, he called out your name!" Sarah said in a fierce whisper.
"NO!" Jo did all she could to appear as she thought Sarah was expecting her to – shocked. And she was!
He did what?
She tried to appear calm but couldn't help an involuntary clenching of her pussy. Surely he didn't! Sarah seemed unperturbed by her secret,
"Yes he fucking did! We were really going at it at the time, both of us about to come, and he grunted out, 'Jo, take my fucking cock you bitch', I couldn't believe it! I'm certain that he doesn't even know he said it." Jo tried hard to maintain her composure. Oh my god! He fantasises about me too! Her pussy clenched again as she thought of him pounding into her whilst talking dirty. She needed to get home and play with her pussy whilst she fantasised about Jack filling her with his cock. However, she just said,
"No way!"
"Yes way! Don't worry, I don't mind. I mean, he's only a man isn't he?" Sarah laughed, "and you do have fantastic tits after all, he's bound to fantasise about them sometimes isn't he? Anyway, the sex was
fucking hot
so I really don't care!" said Sarah with a grin. Jo assumed that maybe they'd both had too much wine. It was time to go home.
"I'm gonna go home now Saz, it's getting late," she said with another yawn.
"No need J, you can stay here tonight. You can be the first person to stay in our freshly decorated guest room," Sarah said with a smile. Jo tried to argue with her, but in truth, she
was
a little drunk and she didn't really want to travel home in the dark. Sarah just shrugged her off and went off to find her husband leaving Jo to wonder about Sarah's recent declaration. She couldn't believe it. Was he really thinking about her when he was banging his wife? Her drunken brain hoped so, and she longed to get to her bed so that she could finger her now dripping pussy whilst she thought about Jack. God! How much she needed some cock right now!
Jack's reverie was interrupted by his wife's slurred speech,
"What you up to in here darlin', hope you're not wanking over porn. You know how I hate it when you waste your cum!" Jack shook his head ruefully. He figured she'd had a bit to drink by now as she wasn't usually this crude. Not that he was complaining of course.
"No I wasn't actually. I was saving that for you babe," he said as he reached out and grasped one of her breasts through her dress. Sarah closed her eyes and sighed.
"Mmm. Ok then lover. Though you might have to be quiet about it tonight – Jo is sleeping in the guest room. Let's get to bed eh?" she said with a sly wink. She turned and left, shaking her ass as she went.
Jack didn't waste time. He'd spent the entire evening fantasising about ramming his cock into Jo, and was now quite worked up and really needed to empty his burning sack. He busied himself around the house, clearing up after the women and locking up whilst they prepared themselves for bed. He hardly dared hope that he would catch sight of a scantily clad Jo as he made his way upstairs, but his luck really was holding out tonight. Just as he made the landing she appeared out of the bathroom. She stopped him in his tracks. Sarah had obviously loaned Jo one of her nightgowns, but oddly perhaps, she'd loaned her one of her sexiest. She stood stock still in from of him, apparently shocked or embarrassed at her attire. Her negligee was diaphanous and only came down to the top of her thighs. Jack tried to make the moment one of the longest in his life as he quite obviously drank in her beauty. His eyes traced down from her delicate neck to her gloriously full chest. Her nipples were currently very large and the fabric of her gown clung to them. Her narrow waist seemed to disappear beneath before her hips flared beautifully into her long, toned legs. The fabric was slightly too opaque for him to make out her pussy, but he enjoyed the moment as long as he could before she smiled self-consciously and bade him good night before disappearing into the guest room next to his own. Wow! He couldn't believe his luck. His cock was now at it's full, throbbing best and he desperately needed to bury it in some pussy. He made for his bedroom.
Sarah was waiting for him. She lay naked on top of the sheets, legs wide with two fingers buried deep in her cunt. Jack was amazed as she wasn't normally quite this forward, especially with guests staying. He put it down to the wine. Not that he minded though, the vision of Jo out on the landing needed to be dealt with. He needed a hot tight pussy, and he needed it now!
"Where have you been stud?" Sarah breathed hotly, "I've been missing you." Jack wasted no time in getting his clothes off. He stood at the bottom of the bed, cock throbbing, staring at his wife's' shaven pussy.
"I can see that darling," he said huskily as he crawled onto the bed, "how do you want it lover?" Sarah arched her back and removed her fingers from her pussy,
