Keri Martin couldn't believe what she'd just heard.
"He...he chose you Tiff. What on earth...?" Keri stuttered, now aware that it was her best friend she'd tasted on her husband's cock, the night before.
"Yeah...well...I was just as surprised as you are now," her friend replied. "I'd never seen him look at me in that way and I can promise you, I've certainly never ever given Paul any sign of interest. You need to believe that Keri. I wouldn't do that."
"No...I know you wouldn't Tiff."
"I always thought he liked a bit of a bigger bust. A more brassy chick."
"What are you saying about me Tiff," Keri said with a nervous laugh.
"Oh no; not you Keri. You know what I mean. In his fantasies and all that. He certainly gives Amber plenty of eye. She was still available and that's who I thought he'd choose, for sure."
Keri considered what her friend was saying. She was correct, in that Paul did like big busted woman. Keri was a C cup and he regularly belittled her breasts; saying they were too small. By comparison Tiffany was practically flat chested. Then it occurred to Keri.
"To be honest Tiff, I think he's gone with you just to get at me. I could tell Paul was real pissed when I left the room with Desmond."
"Hmm yeah; you could be right, his face did look like thunder when he watched you leave. Then he turned to look at me."
"What was he like when...you know...when you got to the bedroom?"
"You're not meant to ask that Keri. Remember the rule...no gossip."
"Yeah Ok; you're right...no gossip."
"That is right; but I'll tell you anyway...if you want to hear?" her friend said smiling broadly.
"Ok, but only if you want too."
"Well to tell the truth Keri, his reasons for choosing me might have been debateable, but that man of yours is not too bad in the bedroom. You're a lucky girl."
"Hmmm! Why do you say that?"
"Well...I thought he was a bit too demanding to start with. He wanted us to get naked straight away, whereas I was keen to take it a little slower. Get to know each other...you know."
"Yeah of course. Oh you poor thing," Keri said genuinely.
"Yeah, well; Paul was insistent so I went with it and there we were, completely naked within a minute; kissing and touching in the middle of the room. Then he laid me back on the bed and pushed my legs apart. I could see he was hard and...honestly Keri, I thought he was going to drive it straight into me. I have to say it had me worried cause I wasn't really turned on...you know...I knew it would hurt. But he didn't. He just went... you know," Tiffany said, indicating with her eyes. "He went downtown."
"He did?" Keri said aghast. "Paul went down on you?"
"He did. And the things he did down there. I can tell you Keri, Brett's good, but no match for your man. You're a lucky girl Keri."
Keri was stunned into silence. Paul had never gone 'downtown' on her. Not once in their entire relationship. He'd told her he didn't like doing that. Now she was having to hear how, within minutes of being alone with another woman, her husband had been happy to lap on her pussy.
"Anyway, I couldn't hold back. I came fairly brazenly a couple or three times...it's hard to remember," Tiff said dreamily, clearly relishing the memory. "I hope you don't mind?"
"No! No...not at all," Keri lied. "That's what you were there for."
"Well after he finished, he stood up by the bed looking down at me. He was stroking himself. It was fairly clear what he wanted. I just sat upright on the bed and replied in kind."
"You sucked him?"
"Yeah! You don't mind do you Keri? You asked me to tell all and now you look a bit shocked."
"No...it's just...just...he didn't tell me he'd gone with you...that's all."
"Maybe he thought you'd be pissed off. I dunno! Anyway I...got him to...I made him cum Keri. You know...in my mouth. I know you don't do that."
"What makes you say that...?"
"He said you wouldn't do that for him. In fact he said a few things I reckon he shouldn't have Keri."
"Like what?" Keri asked, aghast at the untruths her husband was telling about her.
"Well...after I'd blown him he took a while to recover, so we rested up. Eventually I got him hard again and he was inside me...you know...fucking. You fucked Desmond didn't you?"
"Yeah...yes I did."
"Oh good!" Tiffany said, sounding relieved. "Well we fucked for..."
"Did he wear a condom?"
"Ahh...No! Why?" her friend replied, sounding pissed at the question.
"Oh, it's just he said he did, that's all."
"We didn't even discuss it to tell the truth. Once I got him hard he was just straight in me. He was fairly vigorous I can tell you. Not much finesse."
"Yeah; that's Paul." Keri agreed.
"Anyway, I didn't cum again and he didn't seem to care. After he finished he said..."
"What did he say Tiff? He said something else about me, didn't he?"
"Well...he said you weren't so enthusiastic in bed."
"Oh the prick. He said that?" Keri cried, no longer hiding her emotions.
"Yeah he did. To tell you the truth Keri, he wasn't very complimentary about you at all. I was a bit embarrassed. I didn't really want to talk about you; given he's your husband and you're my friend and all. I asked him not too, but he kept it up."
"How many times?"
"What?"
"How many times did he fuck you Tiff?" Keri asked now no longer hiding her annoyance.
"He'd fuck me for a while and then we'd change position. I don't think he came again. He just seemed to want to try different positions. I didn't mind. To tell the truth Keri, apart from the roughness, it was great sex. Please don't be mad. It's what we signed up for. Did you have a good time with Desmond?"
"Yeah; great. We went at it pretty hard; just like you by the sounds of it," Keri lied.
"Hey; that's great."
"Hell yeah. I reckon Desmond could give me a far better sexual reference than my lying husband."
"Oh Keri; I'm real sorry. He had no need to run you down that way. I asked him to stop; truly I did."
"It's not your fault Tiff. Let's put it behind us," said moving forward to hug her friend. "Are you going to pick Paul if you get the chance next week?"
"No! No way. I wouldn't do that to you Keri. Maybe I'll pick your big black man."
Both women burst out giggling. The tension in the air had lifted, but Keri felt the need to be alone. She soon announced she had to leave.
Keri had held herself together as best she could while with her friend. However, once in the car the emotions welled up. Both sadness and anger. She began to weep; knowing her husband had clearly selected her best friend as some kind of revenge for her having gone with a black man; even though this had not been of Keri's choosing. He'd pleasured her friend in a manner he'd always refused to do to Keri. In addition he'd chosen to run her down.
"Fuck him!" she said, sniffing back the tears. "I held back with Desmond because of guilt and embarrassment. I'm a fool. What does he think of me? I should've let myself go. Instead I acted like a young virgin."
Keri determined that, if she had the opportunity in a week's time, she'd choose Des. She didn't care what her husband thought.
"He can get stuffed," she said, still fuming about Tiffany's revelations.
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Keri wouldn't allow Paul to come near her the following week. He didn't push it and Keri guessed why.
"He's knows I've spoken with Tiff," Keri thought, as she looked out the window, down to where Paul was washing his beloved Chevrolet.
She didn't question her husband about choosing Tiffany and he didn't venture to discuss it with her. Keri deliberately worked late and when they were home together their communication was sparse. As the week passed her disdain for her husband only grew.
As the next party drew closer Keri sensed Paul becoming excited again and this did nothing to quell her feelings about him. Keri wanted to go with Desmond again, but she determined no matter who she was partnered off with, she wouldn't hold back.
Paul spent all Saturday afternoon polishing his car until it gleamed. In the evening, when they dressed, Keri made sure that Paul saw the red, matching panties and bra she'd laid out. She chose the mini-skirt he'd wanted her to wear on the first occasion, coupled with a sheer white blouse, leaving enough buttons undone to get a glimpse of the red bra.
When they'd driven to the first party a week previous, Keri had moved to be close to her husband. Now there was a wide gulf of vinyl car seat between them, with Keri sitting as far away as she could. Paul was excited and did nearly all the talking. Keri just let it wash over her.
"I don't really like him much anymore," she thought to herself. "He's so self-focussed...and jealous...and...he's a pain."
She let her thoughts drift to Desmond. She felt an ache in her breasts, while recalling his body. She wanted a better look at it.
When they entered Ben and Marie's house, Keri immediately left Paul and walked over to her friend, who was talking to Desmond's wife Fleur.
Keri's heart momentarily sank as she saw how beautiful the black woman looked in a slinky black dress and heels. However she was soon put at ease.
"Woah, look at you girl. Are you getting keen on this swapping?" Fleur said reaching out to give Keri a reassuring pat on the arm.
"No way," Keri laughed. "But if we gotta do it we might as well make the most of it."
"Well Brett sure did that," Tiffany interrupted.
"Did he tell you?" Keri gasped.
"Did he what. Amber and him did it five times. Five times in five different positions Keri. Geeze; talk about going for it."
The three women laughed so hard they spilt their drinks. Fleur excused herself to go and speak with others. For a minute Keri felt they were talking about her, but Tiffany quickly redirected her thoughts.
"Anyway, I'm after a stud. I'm going for six. What about that Desmond; is it worth me picking him," Tiff said teasing her friend again.
"No, I...no he...I think you'd probably find him a little tame Tiff."
"Hmmm maybe. Or maybe you want to go there again Keri. Do you?"
Keri blushed brightly.
"You do...oh you wicked girl, you want the black beast again. Is he that good?"
