A Visit in April

I had known Ed for years. We weren't college roommates, but our rooms were right next door. We'd cruised lots of parties, gotten into our share of trouble, and had each played wingman, helping the other get laid when the right sexy little coeds had been tempting us. At least that was the way things were for sophomore and junior years. The summer between junior year and senior year he'd met April. They'd both had a summer job at the university. She was gorgeous. Wavy, sandy brown hair, beautiful breasts -- I'm going to guess 36 C or D. A slender waist, beautiful ass that protruded just the right amount, and long, trim legs. I think she liked to show off her legs. You hardly ever saw her in anything but heels. They were close when the semester started, engaged by Christmas, and got married a few days after graduation. I wasn't best man -- his brother took that on -- but I was a groomsman.

After we graduated, we ended up on different sides of the country. I was working for an engineering firm outside Colorado Springs. He wound up doing marketing work in the Tacoma area. We stayed in touch despite the distance, being the friendly but unbiased source of advice, sharing successes, and being the willing ear when the other needed to vent. He was happily married, I was still single.

A few years later I had to go to a conference in Seattle. As soon as I was sure I was going I contacted Ed. There was a long weekend afterwards, so he invited me to spend a few days with him and April. I was happy to accept. He's shown me pictures of his house, on the edge of a neighborhood with forest right behind. There were views of Mt. Ranier in one direction, and you could glimpse the sound through the trees in another direction. The deck looked amazing. I was going in June, so it would be warm enough to enjoy the deck.

I had rented a car for the conference. Once it was over I sent a text to Ed with my ETA. It was a beautiful drive on a beautiful day. The sun was shining, there were some clouds, and I was driving with the windows down and the radio up. The highway became side roads, and I climbed toward the foothills. The trees got thicker as the buildings and homes spread out. Soon I was on the winding country road to their neighborhood. Thank God for GPS or I'd have never found their house.

I pulled up in the driveway that led to their basement garage. It was a sloped, wooded couple of acres. Ed and April were on the porch, a floor above me. They waved and gave me big smiles as I pulled up.

"Great to see you Scott! It's been too long!"

"Yes it has buddy, but I'm here now! I brought a bottle of bourbon, a bottle of scotch, and a bottle of... wine."

"What, not one bourbon, one scotch, one beer?"

"What would we do with one beer between the three of us?"

"Ugh, such an analyst. Not everything has to be literal and correct to the fourth decimal place."

"According to the simulations, it does."

"Ahem."

"Oh, sorry -- hi April, you look fantastic. Haven't changed a bit!" That earned me a huge smile and a big hug.

"Ed tells me you're a personal trainer now? You look like it, why doesn't he?" I joked. It wasn't a fair comment at all, Ed had stayed in excellent shape, but he and I always gave each other guff at any opportunity.

"Thanks sweetie. I have a dozen or two clients at the gym in town. You probably went right by it on your way here. This big lummox is my best customer, of course."

"Come on in, we'll put your stuff in your room."

I had one bag and a backpack, so it didn't take long. Then we went out on the deck and enjoyed the evening sunshine.

"We had this grill installed last year. It's got a gas line, so we don't need to worry about charcoal or propane bottles, and with the privacy the trees give us we spend a lot of time out here."

We talked about homeowner stuff and reminisced about college for the rest of the afternoon. Ed grilled some local salmon for dinner, with rice and steamed squash. They ate it on the table on the deck. It was delicious. As the sun went down, Ed and I shared some of the Highland Park scotch. April had some wine.

We stayed up pretty late, enjoying the night air and the sounds of the birds and hoping to spot the bobcat that seemed to stay nearby most of the time.

When we started to get tired, Ed cleared the table. April got ready for bed, then came out to make sure I knew where the clean towels were, that sort of unfamiliar home orientation. I was a bit surprised at what she was wearing. It was a simple cotton robe, but it was really short. She wasn't exactly obsessive about keeping it closed up to the neck either. I tried to play it cool and act like it was no big deal, but I'm pretty sure she saw my expression before I got it under control. She may have even felt my boner as we moved through the hall.

I absolutely had to rub one out before I could sleep that night.

The next morning I woke to the smell of bacon, and the sound of unexpected new. Turns out Ed had to go out of town, right away. He had to meet with a client. He was not happy, but it was also clear that it was so important there was no fighting it.

"Well, I can move my flight up. Sorry the weekend didn't turn out the way we'd planned" I said. Ed agreed, and then April remembered something.

"Ed, we scheduled that company to come pick up the old freezer on Saturday, remember? They only had one guy to send and I sure can't help him wrestle that thing out of the house, much less onto the truck."

They talked through a couple of options, but nothing worked. Ed gave me a look.

"So Scott, what would --"

"No sweat buddy, what are friends for?"

"Obviously you should stay here. I don't like having to leave April alone, really. We've talked about getting a big dog, we just haven't done it yet."

"You sure bud?"

"No question, absolutely. April will keep you well fed and taken care of, won't you babe?"

"Make yourself at home Scott" she said -- was that a wink?

We ate breakfast together, then Ed had to pack and head to the airport. I headed out to the deck to get some sun, but really it was to give them some privacy before Ed left.

When he came out with his bags I told him "Sorry about this man. If it makes you feel any better I'll be drinking all your beer."

"Okay, fine, but you only get one bourbon, and one scotch."

April kissed Ed goodbye, and he got in his car and disappeared down the driveway.

"Well, what now?" I asked as she came back out on the deck.

"I don't know, want to get some sun?" April suggested. Before I could answer, she headed inside. I took off my shirt and shoes, leaving just my shorts. A few minutes later she came out with some towels and some bottles of sunscreen and oil. It took me a few minutes to notice the towels and oil because of the bathing suit.

It was barely there. I mean she was wearing floss tied to sugar packets, and let me tell you, it looked sweet. I completely failed to act normal.

"You like, I can tell" April smiled. And she wasn't looking at my open mouth or bugging eyes. That's when I realized my cock had responded to. I awkwardly moved to try and conceal what she'd already seen.

"Oh, don't do that, it's okay. I mean, get used to it. I tan nude. I only wore this so you wouldn't be too shocked. Guess it didn't work" she said, and winked at me.

I still hadn't collected myself when she walked over to a lounge, spread out a towel, and proceeded to untie the strings on the bikini. Holy shit, she wasn't kidding! She stretched out nude on the towel. Face down. Her ass looked incredible.

"Are you going to stare, or are you going to get some sun too?"

"Uh, yeah, thanks for the towel."

April watched out of the corner of her eye as I laid the towel out on a lounge.

"No, no -- no tan lines on this deck. Drop the shorts mister."

"April, I don't thin-"

"No, it's only fair. Drop 'em. It's no big deal, come on. Give a girl a thrill."

I took a deep breath, turned around, and dropped my shorts. It wasn't easy, with the obstinate erection I'd been sporting ever since April came back out on the deck. Then I tried to be discreet as I got down on the lounge next to April. Next to my buddy's completely naked wife. Whose marriage ceremony I had participated in.

There we go, the wedding. Think about the wedding. Ed in his tux, April in that elegant, demure gown, April saying "forsake all others"... Oh fuck, the garter. I'd gotten a better look than anyone intended during that part of the celebration. I don't think April even knew, it was just for a split second. But in that split second I'd learned she was wearing split panties. I had discovered she'd waxed for her wedding. That same pussy was now five feet to my side. Bare.

"Scott?"

I realized I'd closed my eyes. Shit, she wasn't going to pull the cliché 'will you put oil on my back' routine, was she? That would be bad. Really bad. It's amazing how quickly thoughts can flash through your head sometimes.

"Yes?" I sad as I opened my eyes.

No, she wasn't going to pull the 'oil my back' routine. She was at the head of my lounge, squatting with her knees wide open. That pussy I'd seen several years before was a foot from my face.

"Is it time for me to wax again?"

"Jesus April! Woah! What the fuck?" I closed my eyes.

"Oh, I'm making you uncomfortable. I'm so sorry" she said in a breathy, soft voice.

"Yes you are. Shit, what is going on here?"

"I just want to know if you think I need to wax."

I opened one eye. She hadn't moved a muscle, except to bite her lip while she looked down at me.

I rolled over and got up. I started toward the house, forgetting that I had shorts right there on the deck by my lounge. April grabbed me and spun me around.

"Okay fuck it. I want that dick. I don't know what's come over me, but ever since I brushed against you in the hall last night it's all I can think about. I rubbed myself off three times during the night. Please?"

She grabbed me and started stroking. Holy shit did that feel good. But still. This was my friend's wife.

"April, no. Come on. Either this stops or I have to leave."

"Fuck. You're not going to give it to me, are you. Fine. Fuck. You're a better man than I am."

"Well, that's -- "

"Oh shut up." The spell seemed to break. "Fine, I'll be good."

Suddenly, it somehow became a lot less uncomfortable to be naked. Still, I thought it would be best to do something different.

"Let's go down to the sound and see the sights" I suggested.

"Sure, seeing the sights would be a lot of fun!" April spun her gorgeous naked body as she said that, laughing. I laughed too.

We went inside. We both got dressed to go out. April wore a red and white sun dress and some heeled sandals, the kind with straw around the soles. It was a very pretty look. I tried not to think about what might -- or might not -- be under that sun dress.

We took my rental car. April gave me directions, and we ended up down at some shops along a boardwalk. We enjoyed the salt air, I bought a bottle opener with an orca on it. April behaved herself, mostly. She rubbed her ass against me in one shop, then looked over her shoulder and laughed. It gave me wood, but I pulled away and she winked. A bit later she brushed her hand against me. Again, 'boing.' She smiled, wagged her finger and said "ah-ah-ah, you naughty boy."

We had a late lunch of fish and chips. We were almost done when April spilled a big gob of tartar sauce on her dress, right between her breasts. "Aaaaugh! Guess we have to head home" she said.

We paid the check, she got some of it off with some napkins, and we headed back to the car. She was messing with her dress the whole way back. When we got close to the house, she took off her seatbelt, pulled up her dress and took it off completely! "Here we go again, she's naked!" I thought when I realized she hadn't worn anything under the sun dress.

"Do you think this will come off?" She asked, showing me the stain. The motion just happened to show off her breasts, making amazing cleavage between her upper arms.

"You're going to get us killed if you keep that up!"

"Keeping it up doesn't seem to be a problem. Maybe if I shift for you."

April grabbed my erection and started to manipulate it. Fuck, why did she have to look so amazing? Why did that have to feel so good?

"You never did tell me if I need to wax."

April spread her legs as wide as she could in the car. We were turning into her -- their -- driveway, and for the records the answer was no. Fuck, no. She couldn't have been any smoother between those splayed thighs. Some women always look like there's a hint of hair. It's still very sexy when they wax, no doubt. But some look like there's never even been hair there. As if her very DNA knows that a pussy this beautiful should be as naked and visible as possible. It was a gloriously sexy sight. The general was starting to leak, staining the front of my shorts.

She noticed that right away.

"Aw, does he like my wet, shaved pussy. Does he want to feel it?" She dipped a finger into herself and reached for my mouth. Holy shit was she horny. I fought to keep my mouth closed, but she ran that wet, perfumed finger along my lips. I growled through clenched teeth, and lips. April brought the finger to her own mouth and made a big production of licking it clean. I was panting with need by this point.

April got out of the car, dressed only in her sandals. She did a sexy strut. There's naked, and there's aggressively naked. April's naked would have intimidated the Joint Chiefs of staff. My own staff was almost keeping me from getting out of the car. Steering wheels only tilt up so much.

April's declaration of nudity brought her around to my door. She opened it, bowed deeply to show off her chest, and took my hand. She pulled me out of the car, and started walking me inside.

"April, fuck, I can't fucking do this. Ed wo-"

"Ed wants this."

"What?" I was so surprised I stopped holding back, which allowed April to pull me into the house.

"He wants you to fuck me. Ed. Wants. You. To. Fuck. His. Wife. Bareback is how he's hoping it will happen."

"What the actual fuck?"

"Wouldn't that feel good? No condom, nothing between us. I know you've had plenty of girlfriends, plenty of pussy. Ed says you're a careful guy. You don't have to be with me. Bare, wet pussy. I'm supposed to send him a picture of your cum leaking out of me."

I will admit that by this time my head was spinning. I had no idea what to think. Could she be serious?

"Ed's had this fantasy for a long time. Not about you specifically, but about his pretty, sweet little wife being a total slut. He says the thought of me losing control and needing dick so back I didn't care what I had to do to get it just drives him crazy. Am I a pretty, sweet little wife Mister Walters?" She caressed my leaking erection through my shorts.

"He was really upset when he had to go. He's been looking forward to this weekend. So I suggested we make the best of it, and have me fulfill his fantasy. You must have heard us fucking. Did you hear us? I asked him not to finish though. I asked him to wait.... All weekend. Can you imagine how hard he'll fuck me when he gets home? Unless he's disappointed. Unless you don't think his sweet little vixen is fuckable."

Have you ever felt that tension between what you should do and what you really, really, REALLY want to do? The two forces pull on you, until your mind stretches out like the string on an electric guitar. April was turning the tuner, adding to the tension, tearing away at every objection. Then she guided my hand between her legs to her dripping vagina, and kissed me.

The string broke.

I spun her around, bent her naked body over a big, stuffed chair, and stuffed her. I slammed myself into her, my loins slapping her ass. My bare dick was buried in the tight, dripping pussy of my friend's wife. She screamed her gratitude into the chair.

"Fuck yes, fuck my married pussy, bang that bare dick into me, fuck fuck fuck fuck Scott, fuck!"

I was doing exactly that, so hard that it lifted her feet off of the floor. She was going crazy!

"Fuck my married pussy, take that hole, fuck I've wanted this ever since I felt your cock, give me that cock, that bare fucking unprotected fucking cock!"

She was so wet I was sloshing as we mated. She kept up an amazing stream of filthy talk as I violated her.

"Oh yeah, my pussy needs that cock, it's been so long since I had a new cock, fuck, fuck, yes, my married pussy has needed this oh fuck yes harder! I'm such a fucking slut. I was wet all fucking day. Did you know I was wet and naked under my dress? I wanted you to tear it off me on the boardwalk, throw me down and mount me. All I could think about was your dick. Do you want me to suck it? Do you want this married mouth on your dick?"

She pushed back, then slid sideways, pulling me out of her pussy. She spun around, dropped to her knees, and said "fuck, finally" before she inhaled me. She sucked eagerly for a bit then pulled me out to say "get your phone."

I found it, and she immediately went back to work slurping and sucking on my erection. She stared into my eyes as I took a few pictures. This was crazy hot. I'd had plenty of sex, but so much of this was new. April took a few more deep throat dives, then got up and pulled me by the dick. She spread herself out on the couch. She clearly expected me to just mount her again, but I had other ideas. I'd missed out on really tasting her on her finger, but now I was going to make up for it. She briefly looked curious, then amazed when she saw where I was headed.

"Oh fuck yes, I haven't had my cooch licked in years. Fuck -- OH -- oh yeah, you're REALLY good at that. Right there. Lick my married snatch! Oh, god, your tongue, yes!"

I love going down on a woman. Always. I mean, once or twice, literally once or twice, I've been surprised by the taste, to put it delicately. But with those insignificant exceptions, it's a feast I revel in. The only thing that makes it better is when my lover enjoys it as much as I do. April was going out of her fucking mind. I had her palms for earmuffs and her legs were spread so wide I could tell her training style included a lot of emphasis on stretching. I swear her legs were beyond 180 degrees. I had one hand on her abs, and I could feel them flex as she pushed upward with her pussy, grinding it against my face as she kept up a filthy play-by-play of what I was doing.

"Oh yeah, you love that fucking snatch, don't you? Lick that married pussy! Fuck! Ed's cock was in there this morning but I didn't want him to cum in it. I want YOU to cum in it! Do you want to cum in that bare, married pussy? Ooooh! Lick that clit! Love my little clit! Fuck!"

She got a better grip on my head and ground herself against me so hard I thought I was going to bite my own lip.

"Fuck I've needed this for so long. Lick my snatch! Yes, right there! You love that pussy, don't you? Oh, keep doing that and I'll be your fuckslut all weekend! Make me a whore wife! Promise me you'll eat my snatch like this and I'll do anything! I'm your slut! I'll be a slut for that tongue, and that dick!"

I was fucking drowning in her pussy juice, and loving every second. When I slipped a finger into her, she stopped talking and just moaned, and screamed, and moaned incoherently. I added a second finger and her whole body went rigid, then quivered. It started in her pussy and radiated outward. April was gasping and moaning my name. When she finally calmed down I posed her for a couple more pictures, when had her hold her legs straight out. She didn't really need to hold them, it just looked even sexier. I got a couple of photos, then slid myself into her. We both moaned from the intense sensations of the penetration.

"I'm fucking you. I'm inside your pussy. Do you feel that? Do you feel your bare, spready pussy stretching around my dick?" I asked her.