We'd been married for 12 years when I received notification from my company that they wanted me to relocate to the other side of the country. Not having any kids, it didn't seem like such a daunting task other than missing family and friends. Sally and I decided we'd accept especially as it meant a substantial pay rise.
Quick bit about us - Sally is tall, skinny and has beautiful brown eyes and a killer backside. She very nicely proportioned but her boobs are a little small. Long curly brown hair and great dress sense (classy not trashy) and she really makes heads turn. I'm tall and quite well built - not handsome but (apparently) very attractive with a nice smile. I'm pretty well endowed in the trouser department with no complaints ever from Sal.
We'd both had a few partners before we met so when we did get together, we were more than contented in our marital and sex life. As with many men, I'd often harboured desires that Sally would finds some lust in the arms of another man but we'd never realised the fantasy. I used to whisper dirty talk along those lines sometimes when we made love and it always seemed to make her incredibly horny. I once brought it up outside of sex but it was very quickly shot down in flames.
Our sex life was certainly not vanilla - we watched porn, tried different positions, made love in some different locations and often had a dirty weekend away. One of our favourite pastimes was me laying between her legs with a bowl of warm water and a sharp razor to trim her beautiful pubes into a landing strip. She'd usually be reading the letters in a porn mag and I would take great delight in watching her pussy lips swell up and then the telltale sign of her moisture showing as slick and slimy between. At this point, I'd slip a finger into her and she'd sigh. This would be followed (assuming I'd completed my shaving mission) by frantic oral and then full sex. She used to really cry out when she came with these sessions.
We'd often discussed whether she should have her pussy hairs lasered but these sessions were a source of huge enjoyment for us so we'd decided to stick with the old fashioned way.
So back to the story - we'd already moved and since we were now living in much warmer climes, we seemed to have a constant stream of visitors from back home. It worked out really well as it meant Sal never got bored or lonely. She loved being the hostess showing people around to the many sights, beaches and really pretty countryside. I was working quite long hours often into and sometimes through the night.
All was relatively normal until Jude came to stay. He'd been my best mate in college and I knew he'd always had a think for Sally. I didn't mind though as I was secure in our marriage and felt nothing would every happen. The biggest issue though was that Jude had recently split up from his wife (we'd never really liked her) and this was in part the reason for his holiday. It was kind of a 'get over the bitch' trip for him.
As soon as he arrived, we got back to our usual banter - off down the pub for some beers, talking rubbish as usual. He confessed (as he always did) an ongoing deep love for Sally! We just laughed about it. He even declared his love for her directly to her and she just fluttered her eyes, stroked him on the arm and whispered jokingly 'one day hun'.
On one of our very drunken nights at home, Jude confessed to both of us that he was lonely and sad and really missed the touch of a woman. We tried to set him up with some single girls we'd met since we'd moved but all to no avail.
One Sunday morning, I was carrying out my usual task with a bowl of warm water and a razor. Sal's pussy looked so gorgeous and she was already leaking from between her lips. She'd told me already she was going to have to keep the noise down and Jude might hear her. Given his current state with a lack of sex, this would only wind him up more she surmised.
It was then I had a very devious and evil thought. I knew she was incredibly turned on and I'd just finished shaving her. She looked at me expectantly waiting on my tongue or my cock but I paused. I looked at her and then suggested rather than us being selfish, maybe she should pop to the bedroom across the hallway and 'relieve' Jude. She asked what I meant by the word 'relieve' and I responded she should help him with maybe her hand. She looked shocked and immediately went bright red.
I then laid out my case for her. Jude was lonely and had not had the touch of a woman for quite some time. He was very attracted to her and as a dear friend, we should really help him out. I suggested she put on her robe, head in there with it partially loose and then sit on the side of the bed. She should then ask if he'd like a massage to help with his tensions and then see what would happened from there.
She was till shocked and had said nothing in response. She looked at me incredulously wondering if it was some kind of weird game. Then she noticed my cock. It was purple and dripping pre-cum. Her eyes widened and she gave me a couple of strokes commenting finally on how hard I was. She made no comment about my suggestion but then got up off the bed and slipped her robe on. She then tied the belt loosely and told me she'd be back in a while. She left the room, closed the door and then my heart went into my mouth as I heard her knocking on Jude's door.
