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"Goddamn Dan, if it had been you fucking Michelle we'd still be watching her try to get that in," Jeff said, the alcohol loosening his tongue. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't be caught dead looking between another man's legs, let alone talking about what he saw.
Dan spread his legs wide and let his cock stretch out in front of him. "Yeah, kind of scary, huh?" he asked good-naturedly.
Dan's cock lay thickly between his legs as dark and big around as a good-sized tree branch. The head glistened with precum, almost glowing.
Both Mark and Jeff stared wide eyed as Dan stroked it gently, running his hand up over the head, then bringing it down toward the base. With his free hand he squeezed his balls, hissing with pleasure, his head falling back against the headboard.
"Hey Dan," Bill called, his voice sounding far away.
"Yeah Bill?"
"How'd you like to fuck Michelle?"
Dan's head shot forward as if he'd been hit. He looked at his friend, sitting on his bead cross-legged like some pornographic caricature of an emperor, his cock in his hand and pointing in Dan's general direction.
"Bill, what the hell are you talking about?" Dan asked uncomfortably. His cock swelled even more at the thought of getting a shot at Michelle.
Bill fondled himself. "You saw how hot she gets. She loves to fuck, and I love to share her. When I told her I was going to show this tape to you guys she almost came. And she didn't even know about that," he gestured toward Dan's cock.
"Bill, I don't know…" Somehow, Dan couldn't believe that any good could come from fucking his best friend's wife.
"You won't regret it," Bill persisted. "You've never fucked a pussy so tight and wet, I swear it."
Beer and arousal clouded Dan's brain. "Okay. Sure," he agreed huskily. Both Mark and Jeff gaped. "Fuck, I need to take a shower to get this thing down," Dan growled, pushing himself up off the bed. He couldn't think of anything other than getting his nut off, and if he stayed here much longer he wouldn't be able to hold off for a woman.
In the stall, he left the water tepid, which helped calm him down and work out some of the booze. Eventually his cock relaxed enough that he no longer felt a tingle when he made contact and he was able to soap up. Still, he made the water colder and stood under the freezing spray for several minutes longer.
When he emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his head was a little clearer. Mark and Jeff were gone, but Bill was still sprawled naked on his bed.
He was still watching videos; apparently, he'd brought more than one. This one featured Michelle by herself, vibrator in hand, bringing herself to orgasm repeatedly in a variety of positions. Dan dropped heavily to the bed, his towel falling away as his cock hardened.
Bill got up and joined him on his bed, handing him a beer as he sat down. They watched the tape roll in silence. Michelle proved to be an enthusiastic subject, capable of assuming all sorts of positions and contortions. The two men continued to drink and fondle themselves, until the tape ended and the room was plunged into twilight.
"So, what do you think?" Bill asked quietly. "Would you really like to fuck her?"
In the shower, Dan had convinced himself that it would be a bad idea. He'd known Bill most of his life, and things would be weird afterward. But right now, he couldn't focus on anything other than the throbbing rod between his legs. His cock was so sensitive that even subtle shifts sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"How old are these tapes?" Dan asked inanely, trying to stall a little.
"The first one, about two weeks old. That last one was taken the night before we came here."
"No fucking way!" Dan exclaimed. He'd expected it to be months, if not years old.
"Yeah, we've been making a lot of new friends lately," Bill admitted.
"Well shit, Bill, why'd you wait so long to ask me?" Dan demanded, annoyed.
His friend was silent for several minutes before he answered. "Look, I know you're my best friend and all, but this is different."
"You're damn right!"
