It was just about time for work to let out, when my phone rang. I picked it up, and it was my wife.
"Honey, could you stop by Marilyn and Ted's on your way home? I left my purse there this morning." Being a good husband, I assured her I'd run the errand.
Ted was a drinking buddy of mine in college, and we'd stayed in touch, since we only lived a few blocks from one another. My wife Sandy and his wife Marilyn hit it off almost at once when they first met. Sandy is a thin, willowy brunette, while Marilyn is a big-boned, big breasted Amazon of a woman. The contrast is remarkable, but I could tell Ted liked the looks of the pair. Personally, I didn't mind the view, myself. I generally like the slim-waisted, fashion model types, I mean, who doesn't, but seeing Marilyn, the thought of a woman with a little more substance looked pretty damn good.
Anyhow, the thought of stopping and getting to see Marilyn sounded like a pretty good idea. So, I finished out the rest of the work day with a semi-erection, thinking about the possibility of being alone in the house with her, since I knew Ted works later hours than I do.
I started out home, and finally pulled up in front of Ted and Marilyn's place. Ted's truck wasn't in the driveway, so I knew he wasn't home. Heart pounding, I got out of my car and headed toward the front door. As I stepped onto the porch, the door swung open, and there was Marilyn standing there in a short satin robe and high heels, and nothing else.
Stumbling a bit, I stammered, "Sandy sent me for her purse."
Marilyn smiled knowingly. "I know where it is. Come on in and get it."
I followed her in, noticing the way her ass moved when she walked in her heels, and tried to keep my cock from bursting through my pants. It nearly broke free when she said, "It's upstairs in the bedroom. Follow me."
Now, I was far enough gone, I didn't even think to wonder what my wife's purse was doing in Ted and Marilyn's bedroom. I trailed along behind like a lovesick puppy, watching her ass cheeks peek in and out of view as we went up the stairs. I was wishing Ted had a three-story house, when Marilyn stopped at one of the upstairs doors and said, "Right in here. I'll let you have it in here." She then grabbed me by the lapels and pushed me through the door and onto the bed.
Struggling was the last thing on my mind as Marilyn unbuttoned my shirt and unbuckled my belt. With a frenzy I hadn't known she was capable of, she freed my straining dick from my underpants and gulped it down her throat.
I'd only been able to fantasize what this woman was capable of before. I was afraid that any type of an occurrence like this would strain or break the relationship I had with my wife and best friend. At the moment, I was beyond caring. Marilyn sucked my cock way back into her throat, giving me one of the best blowjobs I'd ever experienced. Within minutes of her lips closing over my head, I was shooting my first cumload of the evening. The strength of my orgasm took me by surprise, but Marilyn simply smiled, stroking my shaft, "It's alright. Sandy already knows. We cooked this up a couple of weeks after we first met. Ted's over at your place pounding his cock into her this very minute."