I've known Sarah since I was old enough to know there were other people in the world. She lived next door and to say that we were and are best friends is to put it lightly. We had our first day of school together; we had our first periods within weeks of each other, we discovered boys together. We were even maid-of-honor in each other's weddings.
Of course, we talk. Sometimes we talk for hours without really saying anything at all. Sometimes we don't have to talk to say everything there is to say. Like when I had my first miscarriage, Sarah was the first person to take me in her arms and let me mourn my baby. So, when she began saying that she was really unhappy in her marriage, I listened with my heart as well as my ears.
"He just doesn't seem to really want me," she almost whispered, staring up at the intensely blue sky. "We make love, but he's always so gentle. It's almost like he's apologizing for being inside me."
"He" was Tom, her husband, of course. After ten years and three kids, they were just losing their spark. I knew how much Sarah loved him, and my heart ached with every word she let out.
"It's just that I can't really talk to anyone about it," she said, sipping at her beer and looking over at me. "Tom takes it too personal, like I'm saying he's not man enough for me. You're the only one I have."
Her voice shook with the last words and I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. Her body trembled, then she buried her face against my shoulder and sobbed. I rocked her gently, stroking her hair as silent tears ran down my cheeks. I wondered if I should tell her how I'd put the spark back into my marriage. Somehow, I just couldn't picture Sarah being dominant with Tom. Hell, I couldn't see her being dominant with anyone.
"Let me think about it," I told her. "I'm sure we can come up with something."
"Okay," she said. "I trust you."
Jack slid one of his thighs between mine and pulled me close against him. I sighed happily, almost moaning as my wet pussy slid over his muscular thigh. The air was filled with my scent; the sheets wet with our sweat. I kissed his chest and felt his still-hard cock throb against my belly. I almost demanded another session, but decided that I wanted to talk with him first.
"Jack," I said to his chest, "how do you really feel about our relationship?"
His hands slid down to the small of my back, warm and strong and reassuring. "I wouldn't change it for anything," he said softly. "Since you've taken control of things, we've gotten closer than I ever thought possible."
"Do you ever think about other women?"
He chuckled. "I look, but you know that. This is Florida. The beach can be a beautiful place to be."
"That isn't what I mean," I said, smiling and kissing his chest.
"I can't imagine ever wanting another woman," he said, bending to nuzzle against my neck. "Who could ever control me like you can? Who else could make me beg?"
My pussy throbbed and I ground down on his thigh. My heart was racing as I thought about what I was going to ask.
"Do you ever think about seeing me with another woman?"
"Oh, hell, yes," he chuckled, pulling his thigh against my pussy tighter. "What man doesn't want that?"
"What if I didn't let you see it?" I asked, my hips slowly working against his thigh. "What if I just took another woman as a lover?"
His mouth found my throat, sucking, licking, driving me mad. "Please," he pleaded. "Let me be inside of you for this."
"Which one of my friends would you most love to see me with?" I moaned as he grabbed my ass with both hands, pushing me against his thigh hard.
"Please," he whispered. "Can't you tell what this is doing to me?"
"Which one?"
I rolled on my back, my legs moving around his waist as they have done hundreds of times. His cock throbbed against the seeping moisture of my sex. His breath caught and he almost pushed his hips at me. "Please!"
"Which one?"
He looked down at me, his eyes filled with desire. His face got very serious and still. "I'd love for you to enjoy any of them, Kat. But I know if it was anyone it would be Sarah."
"Yes," I said, my legs stroking along his. "I want to teach her to beg, Jack. How does that make you feel?"
"It's your call," he said softly. "You make the rules between us."
"I know," I said, moving my hips so that his cock slid further down my slit. "But I want to know if you're okay with me taking her as a lover, because I want to do it tomorrow."
I slid him inside me as I spoke and I felt him throb. Beads of sweat pulled out on his flesh. "I don't want to hurt you, Jack."
"You won't," he said. "As long as you love me, nothing will ever hurt me - not Sarah, not someone woman I don't know, not even another man. I'll never deny you anything, Kat. I worship you. Don't you understand that by now?"
