Some time ago, I submitted this story, "It Will Never Be the Same". For some reason (it hasn't happened any other time) the full story was not printed. It was cutoff half-way through as reflected in a number of comments.
Here is the full story:
Jerry is my best friend, but things between us will never be the same after what happened this past weekend.
Jerry, his wife Michelle and I were bar-hopping in the city. They had come to visit for the weekend. They live about three hours away and we would get together every month or so. I have known Jerry and Michelle for ten years. He and I had worked together when we were first out of college. I was in his wedding and we became even closer after that. I'm still not married. I tell them that Michelle has set such a high bar that I will never find anyone who comes close to matching her. The three of us would joke and flirt and talk about Michelle taking Jerry and me on. She would say she could wear us out in bed. I would say, "Just give me a chance." It was all a running joke; we had never done anything more that a kiss between Michelle and me when we would greet each other. We had evolved from kissing on the cheek to kissing on the mouth after we had embraced for a few minutes this past New Year's Eve, but that was as far as anything went. I had suppressed my attraction to Michelle, the wife of my very good friend.
As I said, we were bar hopping on a Saturday night. We were drinking heavily and were all pretty wasted. Jerry was in the worst shape because he had been taking some antibiotics for a cold.
It was about two in the morning when we got back to my apartment by cab. We barely got Jerry in the door. He was completely stoned, fell onto the couch and was immediately asleep (or passed out, I don't know if there's a difference).
I don't know why I did it, but when Michelle leaned over to remove Jerry's shoes and socks, I came up behind her and grabbed her breasts. When she didn't immediately react, I pulled her blouse up over her head and off.
She turned to me and asked, "What do you think you are doing?"
I replied, "I'm helping you out of your clothes like you are doing for Jerry"
With my arms around her, I unhooked her bra. It fell away from her chest, exposing her breasts. I had only had glimpses of them under blouse once or twice in the past when she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples and areolas were erect and her breasts hung beautifully from her body.
Michelle giggled (she was drunk) but then kissed me with her arms around me.
"We shouldn't be doing this." She said, "Help me get Jerry undressed so he will be comfortable."
"You undress him and I'll undress you." I quipped.
She didn't object and when she turned to start removing Jerry's pants, her bra fell away and I unsnapped and unzipped the side of her skirt. It slid off her hips and with a tug, it fell to the floor. Michelle stepped out of her skirt while she pulled Jerry's pants down his legs and off his feet. When she began to unbutton his shirt, I pulled her pantyhose down her legs. She whispered to me to stop, but not very convincingly. By the time she had taken off Jerry's shirt, I had stripped her to her underpants.
"Take his shorts off too." I said, half joking.
She said, "He'll get a hard-on if I don't stop."
She pulled his underwear off, leaving him in just his t-shirt. Michelle rubbed his cock to see how he would react while I dropped my pants and took my shirts off. I knelt on the floor and pulled Michelle's panties down her legs and off her feet. She had a nice full bush that was right-in-front of my face. I couldn't resist; I turned her to me and put my nose in her beaver, then flicked my tongue along her slit. Michelle sighed and with a nudge from me, she lifted her foot and put it on the couch beside her sleeping husband. She was giving me access to her pussy. I pushed my face into her crotch and began to use my finger on her sex. Her cunt was gaping open just a couple of feet from her husband's face. I was feasting on her delicate womanhood.