A Friend in Need

After I separated from the military, my wife and I moved to the metropolitan Washington, D.C. area where we were renting a townhouse in the suburbs in Northern Virginia. It was a modest place with two-bedrooms, two-and-a-half baths, and a downstairs den with a fireplace. Since there was a large privacy fence surrounding the tiny back yard, we never bothered to put curtains or blinds over the sliding glass door that opened from the den to the yard.

About every six months or so, one of the people I served with, Steve, would come to visit, usually in conjunction with a Temporary Duty assignment that brought him to the Pentagon for a day or two. On those occasions, he would come over for dinner and conversation. Sometimes the conversation would get a little risqué, but there never seemed to be any real sexual tension in the air. Although I had known and worked with Steve in the military, I never really felt like we were particularly close or that we had anything in common, so I surmised that he really had a crush on Shirly, my wife of 7 years. She is a gorgeous woman who stands about 5'5" and has brown, shoulder-length hair. She is only slightly pudgy, with small tits and a firm round ass.

One evening after one of Steve's visits, as we were getting ready for bed, I told Shirly that I thought Steve had a crush on her.

"No way," she responded. "He's your friend not mine."

"Steve and I were never particularly close. We never hung out together and we never spent much time chatting at work. I really think it's you he comes to see."

"You're crazy," she replied. "There is nothing about me to attract him and he doesn't flirt with me."

"I'm not crazy. I'm attracted to you, so what makes it so improbable that another man is attracted to you, even Steve?"

"You're different. I'm your wife."

I laughed. "I'm still a red-blooded male with an eye for a pretty woman. I would not have married you unless you were pleasant to look at. Besides, you have a great body and there's likely not a heterosexual man out there who wouldn't love to fuck you good."

Shirly blushed. "You're biased. I was never popular in school. My tits are too small, I'm fat and, truthfully, I don't even know why you asked me out!" Then she grinned at me as she added, "but I'm certainly glad you did."

Shirly always was shy. In high school, she pretty much kept to herself and didn't date much as far as I knew. I kept a secret crush on her until after we graduated, then, on a whim, I asked her out. The rest is history, as they say. After we finished college, we got married, I entered the military, and she became a teacher in the city near where I was posted. She has been my faithful companion ever since, and even though we had talked about my fantasy of seeing her fuck another man, it was never more than foreplay imagination.

"Your tits are perfect, and you are definitely not fat!" I exclaimed. "I asked you out because you were a stunning beauty. It was your timidity that kept most boys at bay. I admit to a certain bias as far as you're concerned, but objectively, you still turn the heads of other men and I maintain that Steve is hot for you. In fact, I bet you $100 that if you ever gave him the least encouragement, he'd have sex with you."

"You're nuts," was her only reply and the subject was dropped as she climbed in bed and turned out the light. I snuggled her close and, with thoughts of Steve pushing his cock into Shirly's pussy, I nuzzled my erection against Shirly's thigh. Before long, she was riding me reverse cowgirl and I was watching her amazing ass humping up and down on my 7-inch cock, but I was imagining that she was riding Steve's cock. The image made my erection stiffer than I ever remember feeling. Oddly, Shirly seemed to be riding me with more energy than usual and within a few minutes she was having a rather powerful orgasm, which sent me over the top and I filled her pussy with more cum than I have ever produced during sex.

Well, providence was on my side because Steve called Shirly the next afternoon at about 4:00 and said his flight back had been cancelled due to the bad weather and he couldn't get out until the following day. Shirly called me, and we agreed he could stay with us since all the decent hotels in the area were booked solid. She and Steve texted each other and he agreed to get an Uber or Lyft and chill out at our house until I got off work.

About 5:00 I got a text from Shirly letting me know that Steve was there and getting settled in the spare bedroom. I texted her back that I was in a late meeting and the discussion was intense. I would likely be very late getting home. She sent me a pouty face emoji and then surprised me by reminding me of my bet and saying that she might just flirt with him a bit to see what he would do. My cock was instantly hard as I texted back, "Go for it." I think she was just trying to make me jealous, and she hates the long hours I work. I texted her that I would let her know when I was on my way home. Well, there was no meeting and I left work immediately and headed home.

Being November, it was dark when I got home. It was cool out, but not as cold as Novembers in the capital city can be. After parking in a cul-de-sac a few hundred yards away, I walked around back and let myself in through the back gate...quietly. Sure enough, the lights were on in the den, and I had a clear view of everything inside. The glass doors had a coating to reduce sunlight and keep the cooling bill down in the summer when full Sun came in through the doors in the evening. This meant that from inside the house, it looked like a mirror when the lights were on.

The view that met my eye was more than I could have hoped for. Providence was still on my side. Shirly was wearing a loose-fitting halter top (with no bra) and shorts that displayed just a hint of her ass cheeks when she bent at the waist or lifted her legs. Steve was also in shorts and a t-shirt. Both were bare foot and were sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, which was against the wall directly opposite the glass doors, with their feet curled up under them.

I don't know what conversation went on before I got there, but here's what I heard.

Shirly: "You mean you've never had sexual intercourse?"

Steve: "Nope."

Shirly: "I don't understand. You're a good-looking guy."

Steve: "I guess I'm kinda shy around women. I'm also afraid of rejection. I don't want women to think I'm just out for sex."

Shirly: "Even the best hitters strike out from time to time. It's rare enough just getting to first base, but a home run is very rare. Still, if you don't swing, you never score."

Steve: "Well. Um. Hm. I don't know what to say."

Shirly: "Women like to be fawned over. Just make nice compliments. When you talk with a woman you like just sit close to them, look them in the eye, and show interest in them. Maybe even touch her arm or her thigh. If she's not interested, she'll let you know."

Steve moved over closer to Shirly, who took the hint and moved closer to him, so that they were sitting cross legged with their knees nearly touching.

Steve: "Well. Ummm. Hmmmm. I ah. Oh shit! Shirly, I really think you are an amazing woman. You are so beautiful. Ah. Hmmm."

Shirly: "Nice start. Keep going."

Steve: "Well you just have an amazing, sexy body. I've always had a bit of a crush on you." Steve put his right hand on Shirly's left knee.

Shirly: "See. That wasn't so hard, was it?" As she said this, she used her right hand to pat Steve's left knee.

Steve moved his hand up to Shirly's thigh. "Is this first base?"

Shirly: "Yes. That and a kiss would be first base."

Steve leaned into her. Shirly hesitated for a second but then leaned forward and their lips met in a tentative kiss that looked like something elementary students did for their first kiss. Steve backed up.

Steve: "First base?"

Shirly remained leaning forward resting her forearms on her knees. "You might have just beat the throw, but yeah, I guess you got to first base with me."

I could see Steve staring at the front of Shirly's top, obviously getting a good look at her cleavage, maybe even a peak at some nipple if the shirt draped down enough. Shirly seemed to notice him staring but didn't change her posture.

Shirly: "Look Steve, women want to see confidence. If you show confidence, it can be an aphrodisiac. I'm not saying to be aggressive, just be respectful and confident in yourself. Like I said, you're a good-looking guy and have a lot to offer a woman. Be confident in that." Coming from a woman who lacked confidence all through her adolescent years, that was still sage advice.

Steve sat pondering her statement for a few seconds, then he leaned in again. This time he placed his right hand on her thigh and his left hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her to him. He kissed her again, but with more confidence. Again Shirly hesitated a second, hunched her shoulders, and put her hands up in the air as if she didn't know what to do. She didn't really welcome the kiss, but she didn't push him away either. Finally, she put her arms around him and returned the kiss. It was much more prolonged this time and soon Steve moved his hand up and cupped her left breast. I could see Shirly jerk her body slightly at the new sensation, but she didn't move his hand away. Steve's left hand moved around her body and up under her top, where he rubbed in a circular motion on her bare skin.

After a few more seconds, Shirly put her right hand on his chest and gently pushed Steve back, breaking the kiss.

Shirly wiped her mouth: "Wow. I didn't expect that."

Steve: "Was that confident enough?"

Shirly: "Uh, yeah. I'd say that was perfect. Oh, and since you fondled my breast, you made it to second base, and I haven't thrown you out yet." She smiled at him.

Steve sat back, reached down to the front of his shorts, and adjusted himself. Obviously, he began to sport an erection and it was causing him a bit of discomfort. Shirly noticed the bulge, which appeared to be rather large.

Shirly (hesitantly): "Um, uh, Steve? Uh, how big, exactly, is your penis?"

Steve: "I don't know. I never measured it."

Shirly (still hesitantly): "Um. Well. Uh. If you need to let it out and release the pressure in your shorts, I-I'd understand."

Steve stood up and dropped his shorts down to his ankles. He was going commando. His erection sprung up and pointed toward the ceiling. It had to have been at least 8 inches long. I'm not able to gage the size of a penis but I can say that it seemed bigger than mine.

Shirly's mouth dropped open as she, now, openly stared at his penis. "Oh my god! Steve! That's a big cock!"

That motherfucker had the audacity to step around in front of Shirly and completely block my view. All I could see was his disgusting bare ass and Shirly's legs on either side of his legs. I could tell that Shirly was moving her arms, so she was likely touching his cock.

Shirly: "Fuck! Steve! If any women knew about this, they'd be knocking at your door day and night."

Steve: "Really? Do you think so?

Shirly: "Absolutely."

Steve: "Do YOU like it?"

Shirly: "God yes."

There was a brief pause where I couldn't hear anything but could detect that there was some motion on Shirly's part.

Steve: "Is Jim's cock the same size as mine?"

Shirly: "Close, but you're a little bigger. Damn, it's gorgeous."

Steve: "Are we at 3rd base?"

Shirly: "Definitely."

Did I hear her correctly? Third base? That means oral stimulation of sexual organs. She was giving fellatio! Head! A blow job! WOW!! My cock instantly went stiffer than even the night before. I had to adjust it, so it was pointing up my belly. Other than that adjustment, I didn't want to touch it for fear I would blow my load.

After a few more minutes of relative silence (Steve was constantly moaning -- more evidence that Shirly had his cock in her mouth), Steve suddenly grunted and shuddered. There seemed to be some quick movement on the other side of his white ass.

Shirly: "Geez! You could have given me some warning."

Steve: "Oh. Sorry. It just sorta came on suddenly."

Shirly: "Don't go anywhere. I need to go get a towel and clean up.

Finally Steve stepped aside, ostensibly to let Shirly get up to clean herself up. Which she did. As she made her way out of the room to go to the bathroom, she was holding her hands up under her chin, which was covered with dripping semen. There also appeared to be cum on her forehead and in her hair.

Steve sat down on the couch, leaned back, and seemed just to relax in an after-sex glow. His cock was still somewhat stiff as it lay on his tummy. After a few minutes Shirly returned with a wet washcloth...and no clothes on. She sashayed up to Steve, squatted down in front of him, and cleaned his cock with the washcloth.

Shirly: "Damn! You're getting hard again."

Steve: "I can't help it. You have an amazing body and a nice touch."

Shirly stood up and spun around as if she were modelling clothes: "You like?"

Steve: "I LOVE it!"

Shirly sat back down on the couch and leaned back sideways and put her right leg up on the back of the couch while the left leg dangled over the side with her foot resting on the floor. Steve was just staring at her pussy. I couldn't get a good look, but my experience with Shirly led me to believe her pussy was gaping open and very wet.

Shirly: "We're still at third base so you need to do your part."

Steve knew just what she meant and greedily bent over and put his head between her legs.

Steve: "You'll have to help me if I don't do it right. I've never done this before."

Shirly: "Just start licking. It's not brain surgery."

I could see that he started licking. Shirly closed her eyes and arched her back and neck, her chin jutting upwards. Then she put both hands on his head, ran her fingers through his hair and squirmed around. This went on for several minutes before Steve lifted his head and gasped for air. His mouth and chin glistened with Shirly's juices.

Steve (gasping): "How was that?"

Shirly (also gasping): "Fucking awesome for a beginner. Why don't you just sit back and relax for a minute."

Steve sat up and rested sitting upright on the couch. Shirly got up and moved over in front of him, turned around and backed up to Steve.

Shirly: "Put your knees together."

Steve obeyed.

Shirly sat on his lap to get her legs and feet in the right position, then lifted her ass, reached between her legs with her left hand (the hand that bore her wedding ring) and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. As she eased herself down, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes.

Shirly: "Fuuuuck! Your bigger than I thought."

Steve: "Ooooooh! That feels even better than your mouth!"

With her hands on Steve's thighs for support, Shirly slowly lifted up and settled back down several times, groaning and moaning each time. I couldn't see Steve's face, but then, I didn't care about Steve anyway. The look on Shirly's face was one of pure sexual ecstasy and lust. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I swear I could hear it. My palms were sweaty. My stomach was in knots. My dick was so hard it was aching. I don't know how I kept from cumming but I knew that if I even touched my cock, cum would have burst forth in torrents.

I fumbled for my phone and sent a brief text message: "I'm on my way home." I saw her phone light up on the end table farthest away from where she was fucking Steve and heard the trumpet blare that announced my text. Shirly leapt off of Steve's cock and hurried to pick up her phone.

Shirly: "We need to pick up the pace. He's on his way home."

Steve: "How long will it take him to get here?"

Shirly: "About 30 to 40 minutes."

While they were speaking, Shirly composed a reply to my text. As the phone vibrated in my hand, she took Steve's hand and pulled him to his feet.

Shirly: "Come on. We're going to finish this upstairs."

Steve followed her from the room, his erect cock waving around as he walked, and turned out the den lights as he left. I read the text: "When you get home, come straight up to the bedroom. I have a surprise for you!"

"Oh Shit!!! What do I do now?" I thought as I slowly made my way out the back gate in the dark. Breaking an ankle would not be very good at this point, so it took me the better part of ten minutes just to get back to my car. That still left me about 20 or 30 minutes to kill...or do I just drive up to the townhouse and plead that I forgot to send the text until I was almost home? My mind was in turmoil, both with indecision on what to do right then and with all the images in my mind from what I had just witnessed up to this moment. I didn't think they would leave the den when I texted that I was on my way home. I figured they would pick up the pace and finish right there.

I sat in the car for another ten minutes and finally decided the timing was close enough, besides I might get to see some action, so I drove slowly up to the townhouse and parked in our assigned spot. The guest bedroom was in the front of the townhouse, and, through the window shades, I could see that a light was on.

I entered as quietly as I could and stood in the small foyer at the base of the stairs that led up to the master and guest bedrooms. I listened. I thought I heard a door click shut and I definitely heard the creaking of footsteps directly over my head in the guest bedroom. I crept slowly up the stairs. The door to the master bedroom was about six inches ajar and the overhead light was on. The door to the guest bedroom was closed. I surmised that Steve had just gone in there at the moment I arrived home.

I stepped up to the master bedroom and slowly pushed the door open. Shirly was laying on her stomach with her feet together and her ass slightly elevated. She wiggled her rounded ass cheeks when she heard the door creak as I pushed it open. I could clearly see her cum filled pussy in the bright overhead light and it was the most mesmerizing sight I've ever seen. Knowing that the cum was not mine nearly sent me over the edge.

Without a word, I removed my clothes as fast as I could. I practically jumped onto the bed, and using my left hand, I guided my cock to the center of her gooey snatch and pushed it inside. The feeling was incredible! There was almost no friction, which is the only reason I didn't ejaculate the moment I entered her. In reclaiming my wife, I didn't make love to her. I fucked her. I fucked my wife like I hadn't had sex in a year and just needed the release. We bounced on the bed. The bed frame banged against the wall. The mattress creaked and moaned under the force. Shirly yelped and hollered so loudly that the neighbor's dog started howling.

"Fuck me, Jim!" Shirly yelled. "Fuck my cheating pussy! Fuck your slut wife! Oh Fuuuuuuuuck!! I'm cuuuuuummmmmmiiiiiiing!!!"

That was the clincher. My cock erupted like a volcano. I pushed inside her as hard as I could and released at least ten gushing streams of semen into her slick pussy. When I was finally spent, I rolled off of her and lay on my back. I turned to look into her face. She was smiling broadly as she looked back into my eyes.

"Are you happy?" She asked. "Did this match up to your fantasy?"

"More than I could have imagined," I responded. "Thanks for my surprise."

"Oh, that wasn't what I meant when I said I had a surprise for you. Look over on the dresser."

I sat up and looked over at the top of the dresser. Laying in the center was a crisp, new $100 bill.