A Friend in Need Indeed.

A friend in need, indeed

This story was inspired by some real-life events. I have obviously embellished those events, but the central premise remains the same. It is a story of a shared wife, a wife allowed to sample the joys of sex with another man. If sharing your wife with another man offends you, then please don't bother reading this story. The end of the story is left with the possibility of a continuation.

© go4itnow

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We love Spain! We had been on so many holidays there, both beach holidays and city breaks, with and without the kids. So much to see, and do. This year Sarah and I (James) went to the north of Spain for a week in the mountains and then we went to Madrid to both do some sightseeing, but also visit an old university friend of Sarah's, called Pete.

We were both in our late forties and hadn't seen Pete for several years. I did know from Sarah that he had married an older Spanish lady and that she had died a year ago. I also knew that he was a bit older than us, had never had any children, and that Sarah had been a bit coy about disclosing her exact relationship with him when they had been at university. As we waited on his doorstep, I wasn't really sure what we might find. How would he be, both mentally and physically? Eventually we heard the sound of the door being unlocked and as it swung open, we were greeted by a smiling Pete.

"Hi, how are you, great to see you both" he gushed and without waiting took Sarah in his arms and gave her big hug and then a kiss for good measure. "James, good to see you as well, so you found my address okay then?"

"Yes, no problem really, unusually the car satnav got us here without any detours!"

Still looking at Sarah he said, "Come in, come in, here let me get those bags."

I noticed that he grabbed Sarah's case and moved inside with her behind him and me trailing along with my case and some loose hand luggage. Having got in and set the luggage down, I found the pair of them in the kitchen where they were chatting away. Pete was busy pouring Sarah a glass of wine and then turning to me he asked what I would like. I asked for some cold water as it had been a hot journey, and I was feeling decidedly dehydrated.

We moved into his lounge, where Sarah and I sat on a large settee and faced Pete, who was obviously seated in his favourite chair.

As I appraised our host, I noted that he was probably some three inches shorter than my six-foot one frame, and that he had a noticeable belly. He also had very muscular hairy arms, and short muscular hairy legs. All in all, not that much to look at. And yet there was something in my wife's past that had existed between the pair of them. Some secret that despite my probing she would not and had not confided in me. I suspected that this something had happened whilst they were at university but as to what it was, well I was clueless. I did suspect however that it was something of a sexual nature, although having seen him now, I couldn't see what my lovely wife would have seen in him.

We chatted away for ages, touching on a whole range of subjects. I glanced at my watch and noticed that it was now early evening and that we had been chatting for over two hours. I think that Pete must have noticed me glancing at my watch as he said, "Where are my manners? You two must be tired and hungry. Let me show you to your room and you can get freshened up and then I can get us some food."

"Yes, that sounds good" I replied.

So, we all followed Pete down the corridor to the spare bedroom where we would be sleeping. It was very big and had its own ensuite bathroom. Having checked that we had towels and everything we needed, Pete left us to go and arrange dinner.

As I shut the door, Sarah sat on the bed and asked me, "so what do you think of Pete?"

"He seems a nice guy. It is very sad about his wife; I hope that he is managing okay."

"Do you mean mentally or physically" Sarah replied with a mischievous smile playing across her lips.

At first, I didn't get what she was meaning, and I started to reply that he could do with a losing a few pounds and getting a bit fitter. Sarah laughed and said, "No not that kind of physically, I meant from the sexual point of view."

I still looked dumbly at her.

"Come on James, wake up. I'm talking about his sexual needs. Apparently, he hasn't dated since Maria died."

"Wow, that is a long time, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is" mused Sarah.

"Come on let's get unpacked and then we can get ready for dinner."

"Yes, I'm famished" replied Sarah, "did I tell you that Pete is also an excellent cook?"

"No, I don't think you did. Any other secrets you'd care to share?" I probed.

Looking directly at me I thought that Sarah was about to divulge whatever secret she shared with Pete. But no, she looked away and then started to unpack.

Sarah changed into a light summer dress and put on some while heeled sandals. These showcased her long legs and perfectly pedicured toes which were adorned with her trademark bright red nail polish. With some simple gold jewellery, she as usual looked stunning.

Pete was busy in the kitchen, and when he looked up and saw Sarah, I thought that he might drop his cooking utensils. Instead, with his eyes fixed on Sarah he said, "Wow Sarah, you look fantastic."

Sarah blushed but thanked him anyway. I think Pete realised the awkwardness that he just created and so quickly offered us some more wine, which we both gratefully accepted. "Have a seat through there" Pete said pointing to the dining area that adjoined the kitchen, "Dinner won't be long. I'm doing Paella; I hope that's okay for you both."

"Isn't that really complicated to make?" asked Sarah.

"No, not really, if you know what you are doing of course."

"Well, it smells delicious Pete" gushed Sarah.

I could have sworn that I heard Pete mutter under his breath 'just like you Sarah' as a reply, but I couldn't be sure.

Dinner was excellent. Or rather the food was excellent. Pete was clearly an excellent cook. And I had to admit he was an entertaining guy. We spent a happy couple of hours reminiscing about all sorts of things and it turned out that he had been pretty good at kite surfing once upon time. He had even won competitions around the world. When the conversation moved on to their overlapping time at university I was on less familiar ground as they obviously had that shared experience.

I realised that my mind had been wandering when I picked up on the conversation again.

"And do you remember that party at Eric's?" asked Pete.

Again, I could see Sarah's face flush red. "Pete, not now, that, well it's all history, isn't it?"

Pete looked a bit taken aback and said, "What I er, yes sorry Sarah. But it was a great party and..."

He left the rest of his sentence and thoughts hanging. I could see though that something had happened at that party and that whatever it was seemed to be very personal to them both. And more than that, it was embarrassing to my wife.

With the moment gone, Pete stood up and invited us through to the lounge and offered to get us coffees. When he was gone and we had settled ourselves on the long settee, I whispered to Sarah "what was all that party stuff about?"

"Nothing James, I don't want to discuss it."

And that was that. She just shut me down on that subject and so we moved in silence through to Pete's lounge.

We sat down and eventually Sarah said, "Look James, I might tell you later, okay? Can we just leave it for now?"

"Yes of course, that's fine" I replied and a minute or two later Peter appeared with a tray of coffees.

Once we had our coffees, Pete started talking about some sightseeing the following day and we were soon making plans as to where he would take us. Eventually, I looked at my watch and realised that it was late. "I'm ready for bed" I declared, and Sarah nodded her head.

"Yes, so am I. You go and use the bathroom and I'll be there in a few minutes, okay?"

"Yes sure" I replied, and I headed off toward our room. I was still intrigued however and so I doubled back and tried to listen in on any conversation. The problem was, I couldn't get too close to the lounge without being spotted and so I couldn't really hear what they were talking about. I did however hear the work 'party' mentioned more than once and I heard some laughing from both of them. Anyway, I decided that I had better make use of the bathroom and once I had finished, I stepped into our bedroom just in time to see a flustered looking Sarah arrive.

Before I could say anything, Sarah said, "look James about what Pete was talking about, I.."

"Sarah, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"James, I don't want to, but I need to, okay?"

I nodded.

"We both went to this party. I, no both of us had been drinking a lot. Anyway, we ended up chatting and then later after more drink, we... that is, well we ended up in a bedroom and things got a bit steamy."

"How steamy?" I asked, my excitement at this revelation barely containable.

"Well Pete wanted to fuck me, but I wouldn't let him as I was already in a relationship with Dan. So anyway, I ended up giving him a blowjob, and well he fingered me to a climax."

"I see" I replied. I was pretty excited by this news, even though it happened before Sarah and I met.

"Why have you made such a secret of it, after all it's no big deal is it?"

Sarah laughed, "Oh it was a big deal James, you have no idea!"

"What do you mean Sarah?"

"Well let's just say that Pete is very gifted down there, and he has never let me forget what an opportunity I missed to enjoy his special gift."

I was definitely aroused by now and my stiff cock was threatening to break through my shorts. Although I had always suspected that something sexual had happened between them, to have it confirmed was kind of exciting.

I became aware of a hand running over my shorts and squeezing my hardness. "My, my someone has got excited by my little story. Or perhaps I should say by my big story!"

Unzipping my shorts, Sarah reached inside and managed to free my painfully erect cock. Without a word she started to stroke me and lying back on the bed I just groaned with pleasure.

"Do you like that, James? Do you like me stroking you as imagine me with Pete and his big cock?"

She continued to pull and stroke me, and I could feel my orgasm building quickly.

"Well do you James? Does it excite you, the thought of me jacking Pete's big cock? Or were you imagining him taking me completely?" Still, she jacked me, now roughly, pulling my cock hard whilst looking into my eyes.

Suddenly she stopped. "What.. don't stop Sarah I'm almost there."

"I know, but you haven't answered my question and if you want to cum then you'll have to be honest with me."

"What?"

"Do you imagine Pete taking me with his big cock? Would you like that?"

Looking deep into her eyes I struggled to admit it, but nonetheless found myself whispering to her, "Yes".

"Yes, what James?"

"Yes, I do imagine him taking you, I..."

"Sshhh James, that's okay, let's finish you off, shall I?" Without waiting for a reply, she grasped by cock and resumed her ministrations. Only now she was really stroking me hard, almost brutally pulling my foreskin right back, and I could feel my spunk rising quickly.

With my wife's naughty suggestions ringing in my ears, I suddenly gasped, "I'm cumming Sarah" and suddenly a jet of cum surged from my cock and hit her full in the face! This didn't stop Sarah and she continued to milk me with a smile on her face.

"There, that's better, isn't it?" she whispered.

I was spent and quickly fell asleep. Before I knew it morning dawned bright and sunny. I rolled over and put my hand out, expecting to find Sarah. But the bed was empty. As I tried to get my brain into gear, I realised that I could hear talking from down the corridor. Quickly pulling on some shorts and a tee-shirt, I padded down to the kitchen where I found both Sarah and Pete in conversation. Pete saw me first and said "Morning James, I hope that you slept well. At least better than Sarah here."

Sarah had turned toward me as Pete spoke and she did look tired.

"Are you okay Sarah?" I enquired.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just wasn't sleepy last night and couldn't get to sleep for ages. And then I woke early and heard Pete pottering about and so, well I got up."

There was a silence and then Pete told us to help ourselves to some breakfast and announced that coffee was on its way. We sat down and discussed the sightseeing plans for the day. Both Sarah and I got excited about the list of places that Pete was going to take us to. Eventually we all got organised and set off in Pete's car. Pete told me sit in the front, but I suggested that Sarah would have a better view of the scenery and so she swung herself into the front, giving Pete a better view of her long legs. I smiled to myself as Pete made a big show of helping her with her seatbelt, that apparently necessitated him reaching across her front and brushing her chest. Since she had no bra on under her light summer dress, I had no doubt that Pete innocently came into contact with her sensitive nipples.

The day passed in a flash. Lots of antiquities, bars and eateries were the order of the day. We all had a very pleasant time and as I suspected Pete couldn't get enough of Sarah's lovely body. He took every opportunity to touch her, but I have to admit it was always very subtle and nothing too overt. A guiding hand on her waist here or a hand on her bare shoulders there, all done whilst keeping up a stream of chat about what we were seeing.

And then it was time to head home, and we all tumbled into the house in need of showers and a change of clothes. I showered first since Sarah was fussing about what dress to wear. As she went into the shower, I noticed that she had laid out a Grecian style dress which was not only shortish, but had splits up the sides, which I knew from previous experience left very little to the imagination.

I lay on the bed and watched as Sarah dried herself and then got dressed, with just white thong panties and no bra. Having slipped on some gold jewellery, she picked a pair of low heeled white slingback sandals.

I hadn't realised that I'd been sitting gawping at her when Sarah said, "what are you staring at James?"

"What, oh, um, I was just admiring your beauty that's all. You look lovely."

"Well thank you. Shall we go and see if we can snag a glass of wine?"

Pete had beaten us to it and had a bottle of red wine open and glasses waiting for us. When he saw us, or should I say when he saw Sarah he was mesmerised by her beauty. Sarah, having seen my reaction to her attire and overall loveliness laughed and said, "What's the matter? You boys are all the same!"

"I'm sorry" replied Pete, "but you look fantastic." Blushing as he realised what he had said in front of me, Sarah's husband. He tried to dig himself out of the hole that he created, but he only made things worse.

Sarah smiled again and said, "Sshh Pete, it's nice to be appreciated."

We sat and drank our wine and Pete asked if we fancied going out to eat at a local taverna. We both said yes and so half an hour later we walked around the corner from Pete's house to a wonderful little taverna. There we enjoyed some typical Spanish food and just as we were finishing the meal a small band struck up and played some local music. We sat watching and listening and a few other couples got up to dance.

"Do you want to dance James?" asked Sarah.

I hesitated as I was feeling decidedly full, and dancing wasn't my favourite thing. Seeing my indecision, Pete said, "Do you mind if I dance with Sarah James?"

I couldn't think of a good reason to object and so Sarah said "Great, come on Pete."

Pete stood up and took Sarah's outstretched hand and led her to the small dance floor. As the music was all fairly slow and smoochy, Pete took Sarah in his arms and they swayed together for one, then two and finally three numbers. By the third Pete had his hand low on Sarah's back, pulling her onto him and she had her arms around his broad shoulders, her hand seeming very petite on his muscular frame.

Eventually the band finished their set and Pete led Sarah back to our table. I could see that my wife had somewhat flushed cheeks, but what really caught my eye was the large bulge in Pete's shorts. It looked as though someone had stuffed a small log down one side and I could see that as he sat down, he looked decidedly uncomfortable. I couldn't really blame him, however. Afterall here was a man who hadn't had sex for over a year, dancing with a gorgeous woman, who at my wife's own admission had shared a sexual moment with him years ago.

There was an awkward silence and then Pete suggested that we headed back to his house. When we got there got us some more wine and Sarah disappeared off to the toilet. Setting the wine glasses down, Pete said to me, "You're a lucky man James having such a sexy wife. I hope you don't mind me telling you that?"

"No, not all. I reap the benefit every day, well most days anyway."

"Well, I would give anything to be in your place James."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, being able to get into bed with such a sexy, attractive lady. It must be wonderful?"

I wasn't sure where Pete was going with this conversation, but I supposed it was the wine talking. Well, that and his long period of enforced abstinence. For some reason I found myself saying, "She likes you Pete, a lot. I mean she has told me about your sexual episode at university."

"Really? I thought she might keep that a secret, but never mind. I just wish that I had bedded her then, but that's my mistake I suppose. A lost opportunity you might say."

Again, without any kind of rational thought I found myself saying "Well how about having that moment with her tonight?"

There was a silence during which you could have heard a pin drop. Then Pete said, "James, did you just offer me your wife for the night?"

Well, I hadn't really thought about it being for the night, but then why not? There was obviously some mutual attraction at play. And so, I just replied yes, "Yes if you like."

At which point Sarah reappeared and looked at us both. "What?" she said, "what were you two discussing? You look very conspiratorial."

Before I had a chance to explain Pete just came right out with it. "Well Sarah, James just offered me you as my bed companion tonight. What do you think?"

Again, there was a silence. "Really James, is that right?"

I knew I had a flushed face as I said, "Look Sarah, we have discussed broadening our sexual horizons before and well, I mean Pete is, that is.."

"He needs a woman?" replied Sarah.

"Well yes and I know that there is some mutual attraction between you both, and so well, it could be a win win for you both?"

Pete looked at me, stood up and holding out his hand said, "Come on Sarah."

Sarah looked at me and mouthed 'I love you' and then she stood up and took his hand. I stood up as well and as they passed me, Pete leaned in close to me and whispered, "I'll leave the door open, so that you can see if you want." And with that the pair left the room.

I sat down, slightly shocked at what had just transpired. I knew it had been my suggestion, although I had no idea where it had originated from. It would that seem I had just verbalised thoughts that perhaps should have remained secret. But there again there was no denying the obvious attraction and flirting that had occurred between the pair of them since we had first arrived. And, since Sarah and I had openly discussed bringing others into our sex life, well pushing her and Pete together given his circumstances wasn't such a bad idea, was it?

For some reason however, I did want to see what they did together. I needed to know how another man would treat and handle my wife. And with that thought in mind, I quietly walked down the corridor and found Pete's door open just enough for me to see into the room and in particular the large bed that occupied the centre of the room. Pete and Sarah were busy kissing. Real passionate kissing, open mouthed tongue on tongue. Their hands were running all over each other and I noticed that Pete had reached round to find the clasp on the back of Sarah's summer dress. Finding it, he undid it whilst still kissing Sarah and he pushed it off her shoulders so that it gracefully slipped down her body and long legs, until it eventually pooled around her white heels.