"Oh god, Greg, fuck me…fuck me…really fuck me hard!"
I was trying to do just that. I was fucking my beautiful wife, Janet, as hard as I could. Janet can be very demanding during sex. At 25, she's just reaching her sexual prime. At 38, it's sometimes hard for me to keep up. But with her 5' 7", 125 pound tight body, and her 36C, 30, 34 measurements, she can usually find a way to get and keep me going.
Her long beautiful legs were wrapped around my back, pulling me into her as she thrust against me, and I pounded her from above with my 7" cock.
"Fuck me…god, I love your cock. It feels so good." I kissed her and tasted my tangy cum on her tongue from my first blast into her mouth before I had slid my dick into her wet pussy.
"Do you love it, baby? Do you love my pussy?" she asked, breaking our kiss.
"You know I do…I love sticking my dick in your sweet pussy…almost as much as eating it."
"Oh, it's so good! Wait, let me get on top."
I was secretly relieved to let her do some of the work. I rolled off her, and she quickly got on top, sinking her sopping pussy onto my shaft.
"Ohhhh," she hissed. "This is so fucking good."
"Tell me baby," I said, knowing how she liked to talk dirty.
"I'm your fucking slut," she almost yelled. "I'm your whore-slut. I live for your cock…now fuck me, fuck me…"
Actually, it was she who was now fucking me, really grinding her pussy into me as I tried to keep up and thrust back.
"You're gonna make me cum, baby!" I warned.
"No, no, not yet baby!" But it was too late. I thrust up and blasted into her juicy pussy.
"I'm sorry…sorry…" I stammered.
She leaned over and said, "Oh, baby…I love you." Then leaning forward even further, she whispered in my ear, "You know what I want now, don't you?"
I did. We had an unwritten rule that when I ended too quickly, she got to play out her ultimate fantasy, the thing that would always set her off…and I mean every time. And being that I had now come twice, once in her mouth, and once in her pussy, and she was still unsatisfied, I could hardly refuse.
Easing herself off my cock, she slid upwards towards my face. With her knees on either side of my head, she commanded, "Now eat me."
And I did just that. I began licking up her juices mixed with mine. First, slowly around her outside pussy lips. As she got more excited, and her pussy began to gape open, I slid my tongue further in. While I tickled her clit, our co-mingled juices oozed onto my tongue and I lapped them up and swallowed them all.
Throughout, she alternately moaned and encouraged me. "Yesssss…yesss…baby. Eat all that cum. Oh baby, just imagine some stud has fucked your sweet wife and it's his cum you're licking up. Can you imagine it honey? Some big stud fucking your wife silly and now you're eating his cum!"
I could imagine it. And as she got further into her fantasy, I could feel the heat from her pussy as she became more and more excited. Suddenly, her orgasm hit, just as I was draining the last drop and I was rewarded with more fresh pussy juice. She eased off my face and slid down my body, kissing me and wiping my face at the same time.
"Oh, honey, that was so good. You don't know what that does to me," she sighed.
"Well, I have a pretty good idea," I laughed. She continued kissing me and tonguing my mouth. I know she was imagining that it was some stud's semen she was licking from me.
The next week was my 20th high school reunion. We had really been looking forward to it; maybe, in the back of my mind, I knew why…I don't know. Janet and I had been sitting at one of the tables, talking to some old friends. They were making her laugh with stories of what a geek I had been in high school. Hell, I was laughing, too…it was all in good fun.
But suddenly she grabbed my arm. "My god, that's Brad, isn't it?" I looked up, and although it had been at least 15 years since I had last seen him, that was no doubting that it was Brad. I had described Brad to Janet on several occasions, and she had guessed who he was. He seemed even taller than the 6'5" he had been when he quarterbacked our football team to the state championship. But if he was a stud in high school, he looked even more the part now. Instead of the boyish good looks that had always won the hearts of cheerleaders, and even some teachers, his face seemed chiseled from granite now. His body seemed even more muscular and harder than at his football prime. I wouldn't have thought it possible.
He saw me as I knew he would, and I saw his eyes dart to Janet. Again, predictable. He rushed over as I stood.
"Greg, I can't believe it…" he stammered. He grabbed me and hugged me. "And you must be Janet." She had just started to rise when he grabbed her as well and gave her an even tighter hug.
"I'm so glad to meet you," he said quickly. "I was so sorry that I didn't make the wedding. I was in Hong Kong on business and just couldn't get back in time. If there had been any way possible to be there for Greg, I would have. You don't know what your husband did for me in school. He really saved my ass."
Good old Brad. Never met a stranger in his life, but I couldn't help smiling. We really had been good friends and I really loved the guy. Even though I had been very jealous of him, he had been a real friend. And when I had helped him get through all of his math and science classes, he had taken me in and included me in all his weekend activities. He never made me feel like he was using me. If any of his football friends had ever made fun of my short stature and, let's just say, less than football physique, Brad was the first to put him on his ass.
Janet seemed too taken aback to say anything. Sure, I had told her about my friend, Brad…what a stud he had been…all his sexual exploits. But I don't think she was in any way prepared for the real thing. Hell, I wasn't either and I had known him throughout high school.
Noticing Janet's hesitation, Brad just continued. "Janet, I'm not kidding. If not for Greg, I really don't know what would have happened to me. He helped me in classes, really set me on the right course. I never would have made it to college." He grabbed me again. "I owe him and I'll never forget it."
"You…you…have your own business, now?" Janet managed to stammer out. Brad went on and told us about the consulting work he did for large corporations, finding acquisition and merger opportunities all over the world. Although it was obvious that he was highly paid, he maintained a very self-depreciating manner.
The fact of the matter was, he really was like that. If you were Brad's friend, you were his friend. He didn't care what you did for a living and how much you made. I knew if I were ever in trouble, Brad would do anything he could for me, even if it had been forty years since I had last seen him. Like I said, I couldn't help loving the guy. I couldn't even get jealous at the attention he was lavishing on Janet…touching her; hugging her. Later they even danced. Not my favorite activity, but Janet really loves it. And she and Brad were a natural together, really holding each other and caressing each other during the slow dances.
Later, as the party was breaking up, we discovered that Brad was staying on the same floor in our hotel, the same one the party had been held in. As we went upstairs, Janet invited him to our room for one more drink. I didn't say anything. I felt as if my cards had been dealt, and I was just playing out a hand, but I knew what the end result of the game was going to be.
He and Janet sat on the king-sized bed while I poured drinks. I handed them theirs and sat in the desk chair with mine. We were all a little drunk and the room was charged with sexual tension. Brad was the first to finish his drink and began to get up, saying we knew we had had our fill of him for one evening.
Janet looked at me. I hesitated, but knew I had already made my decision. I smiled at her and she quickly grabbed his arm as he was turning to walk out the door. "You're not going anywhere!" she said firmly.
