The Ride

The Ride

"If you could sleep with any of my friends, with no fear of me getting mad, who would it be?" she asked.

"There's nobody I want more than you," he replied.

"No fair," she said. "It's a hypothetical question babe, I'm not giving you permission. I just want to see if you say who I think you will say."

"You're right, it's not fair," he replied. "You're my wife and if I answer it at all then that means I've actually thought about it, which I haven't. It's never going to happen, I'm only interested in you, so why waste any time thinking about something like that."

"Okay well humor me right now," she said. "Think about it for a minute and tell me who you'd pick. I promise I'll stop bugging you about it."

He paused for a moment to make it seem like he was thinking. In all reality he'd jerked off so many times to several of her friends, and he'd made that list in his head a long time ago. Her friend Brandi was definitely on the top of that list, because she was her sexiest friend, but he couldn't tell her that. That's her best friend and the friend he sees the most.

"Fine, if I have to give you an answer then I'd go with Sara," he answered.

"What!" she practically yelled out. "I was sure you would say Brandi. What made you pick Sara?"

"Why would you think I'd choose Brandi?" he asked in return.

"Because she's gorgeous and you two are always joking around together," she answered. "Plus, I told her if I ever die in a tragic car wreck she can have you."

"You told her that did you?" he asked jokingly. "And I don't have any say in it whatsoever?"

"Nope, none at all," she replied. "So why Sara hon? She's married, so you'd need more than just my approval for that one."

"I don't know really," he said. "Honestly I think it's her legs"

"Hey, you weren't supposed to think about my friends in that way," she blurted out, slapping his arm in pretend disapproval.

"That's exactly how you told me to think about them dear," he replied. "In order to decide which one I'd sleep with I had to imagine sleeping with them. Yeah Brandi is attractive, but she can also be pretty high maintenance. I imagine sex with her could get frustrating if she keeps telling me what to do all the time. Sara is a runner and she's definitely a people pleaser, so I bet she would be good in bed."

"Wow, you sure gave that a lot of thought in a little time," she said. "I'm actually rather impressed. I'm glad to hear it though, because Brandi is coming over in a few minutes. It might be odd if you'd picked her after all."

"Why is she coming over today?" he asked. "She hasn't been over much lately."

"I actually invited her over for lunch when I was helping her unpack yesterday," she answered. "Her little house is so cute hon, you have to see it."

"So where did your question even come from?" he asked. "Why would you think to ask that assuming I'd say Brandi just a little while before she's coming over?"

"It's because she's coming over that I asked," she said. "Okay, so you can't tell anyone, especially her, but while unpacking boxes in her room I stumbled on her diary. I just took a peek real fast and found a few entries about you. So I got curious if you felt the same about her I guess."

"That's so horrible babe," he said, shocked by what he'd just heard. "She's your best friend and you just totally betrayed her trust."

"Oh relax," she said. "I didn't read anything she hadn't already told me. It just made me wonder how you might have felt about her. I'm relieved to know you aren't interested in her though."

He realized she totally misunderstood basically everything. Just because he chose Sara in her silly little game didn't mean he hadn't jerked off thinking about Brandi several times over the last few years. He was relieved that he hadn't chosen Brandi. Sometimes you gotta trust your gut and that time it sounded like it paid off.

"So what did she write about me in her diary?" he asked.

"I can't tell you that," she said. "Those are her deep intimate thoughts babe, not meant for your ears."

"Oh so you get to read it, but I don't even get the abbreviated version?" he asked.

"Nope," she simply replied. Just then the doorbell rang. "Oh there she is. Can you let her in?"

"Sure, no problem," he said. "Especially now that I know she wants my body."

He laughed it off and rushed to the front door and pulled it open. He always loved to see her and that day was no exception. She was standing there looking incredibly cute with her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, gold rimmed aviator sunglasses, a pink V-neck showing the perfect amount of cleavage, black skirt, and white Adidas.

"Hey Brandi, come on in," he said. He held open the screen door for her and snuck in a quick glance at her ass as she passed bye.

"Thank you," she said as she walked in. "Is that a new motorcycle out front?"

"Actually it is," he answered. "I just finished cleaning it up a bit, and was thinking about taking it out after lunch."

"Well that sounds fun," she said. "Maybe you can give me a ride sometime?"

"Hey girl," his wife said as she walked into the room. "How's the rest of the unpacking going?"

"I'm almost all done thanks to you," she said giving her a hug.

The girls headed to the kitchen talking so quickly he had a hard time understanding what they were saying. He suddenly found himself in a bit of a predicament as to what he should do. His bike was clean, but he didn't want to put it away yet. He wanted to get lunch but the girls had just walked into the kitchen. Seeing no other option he picked up the remote and turned on the TV as he sat down on the couch. He settled on an old western to watch for awhile until his wife was ready.

"Hey babe," his wife called out from the kitchen several minutes later. "Lunch is ready."

"Oh thank goodness," he thought to himself. He jumped up quickly and trotted into the kitchen. He was starving and didn't even care what they had made.

"What's this, are we going back to fifth grade?" he asked when he saw it was grilled cheese sandwiches and mac-n-cheese.

"Ha ha, very funny babe," she said sliding his plate towards him. "Enjoy your lunch honey. Oh and by the way, after lunch Brandi wants to go for a ride on your new bike."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked, knowing she would understand what he was insinuating. She just gave him a stern look and he backed off quickly. "I'm just saying those things can be dangerous."

"I'll be fine," Brandi said. "I trust you know what you're doing."

They finished eating and all three headed out to the front yard towards the motorcycle. He pushed the key in, pressed the start button and it fired to life. He pushed down the passenger pegs and quickly explained a few safety things to her. She seemed relaxed enough that he thought she might actually enjoy the ride. He kissed his wife goodbye and hopped on the bike, and Brandi climbed on after him. Once he made sure she was ready he headed out.

He didn't live very far from a nice long country road, so that's where he headed. He knew there wouldn't be much traffic, if any, and the farm land actually made for pleasant riding scenery. One thing he liked the most was looking down at Brandi's legs on each side of him. She sure did have nice legs and he was happy to be sitting right between them.

It also dawned on him that she had her arms wrapped around his waist. He was sure she could feel his ab muscles through his thin tee-shirt. He remembered his wife telling him how the motorcycle vibrated in just the right way that she couldn't help but get wet every time they rode together. He distinctly remembered one time where her blue yoga pants were noticeably wet after an afternoon ride. He wondered if it had the same effect on Brandi. Then he wondered if he would be willing to take advantage of the opportunity if it did.

He had been jerking off to Brandi for a couple of years, even before he got married, but she was his wife's best friend. They obviously told each other everything, so there was no way he could touch her. She was completely off limits, which kind of sucked given how hot she was. Of course it was totally within the realm of possibility that she wasn't getting aroused at all and wanted nothing to do with him whatsoever.

That question was put to bed just mere seconds after he thought it, when he felt her hand move from his waist to his dick tucked into his jeans. Panic set in immediately knowing she was his wife's best friend, so he quickly grabbed her hand and moved it back to his waist. He continued riding wondering if he should stop to discuss it without trying to fight the wind noise. At first he thought she might try again, but she did not. Then he started the internal debate.

"She is her best friend and it will surely mean the end of your marriage," he thought. "But she is the one who grabbed me, and she's so hot," he thought back. "Maybe she asked me about it this morning because she wants me to fuck Brandi. Why else would she ask me who I would fuck if it was okay with her? Hell she said I would need more than her approval to fuck Sara, so she must have given me approval to fuck Brandi."

Convinced he'd thought it completely thru he reached down and grabbed her hand again, and he placed her hand back on his jeans. By now, however, his dick had started growing. He felt her fingers wrap around his still growing erection through the denim. Then he felt her fingers work on his zipper. He shifted in the seat to help give her the leverage to get his zipper down completely. Then he felt her fingers search through the opening until her fingertips found their way around his cock.

She pulled it through the opening and began stroking it while they rode down the empty highway. Her fingers gripped his shaft tight while she stroked his erection, which indicated to him that she'd stroked a few cocks before. He started looking around and found a small patch of trees just off the right side of the road, so he pulled over and carefully pulled the bike into the field and behind the trees.

As soon as he had the bike off and the kickstand down he turned his body as much as he could towards Brandi. Once he was facing her she leaned into him and they pressed their lips together. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and she licked his tongue all over. Her hand was still jerking his cock while they kissed deeply.

He pulled away from her and swung his leg over the bike and turned to face her. He held out his hand to help her off the bike and she grabbed it as she swung her leg over the bike. Once they were both off they stared kissing again, and he reached under her black skirt and pulled her panties down. He couldn't believe how wet they were, so she must have enjoyed the ride more than his wife usually did.

He moved her to the middle of the bike and while kissing her still he helped prop her up on the front of the seat. He reached down and placed his hand behind her left knee and lifted it onto the back of the bike. Then he dropped to his knees and went straight for her pussy. Covering it with his mouth and sliding his tongue in instantly. Using his upper lip to rub her clit while his tongue slipped in and out.

His right hand was resting on her left thigh while he licked her, and his left hand reached up through her V-neck and under her bra. He massaged her left breast while his tongue licked inside her pussy and then up to her clit. He pressed his tongue firmly against her button and slid the whole length of his tongue up it to the tip. Her moan told him she really liked it so he did again. She put her hand behind his head and gently pulled him towards her the second time. She had her other hand on the handlebars to hold herself up.

After he licked her for several minutes, he felt her thighs begin to tremble. Her moan grew much louder, turning into almost a scream of pleasure as her orgasm overtook her body. She tried to grab his hair but it was too short so her nails dug into his scalp. The slight pain wasn't nearly enough to make him stop licking her pussy until her orgasm subsided. Even then he gave her a few more licks to keep her juices flowing towards her next one.

Then he stood up and decided she was already in the perfect position, so he lined up the head of his cock, that was still sticking out from his jeans. He pressed the tip up against her pussy and gently rubbed her pussy with it a few times. She grabbed the back of his neck for leverage and let out a long moan as his cock slid into her pussy. He kept his right hand on her left thigh, mostly to help her hold it in place, and his left hand was on her right hip, also to hold her and the bike in place.

He started pumping his cock in and out of her pussy amazed by how wet she was. His cock glistened in the afternoon sun as it slid in and out of her dripping hole. He thought his cock looked so big with her pussy lips wrapped tight around it. He moved his eyes to her face and she was watching his cock slide in and out as well. Her mouth was wide open and she would moan out with each thrust, and he thought she was the hottest woman he'd ever seen.

He started pumping his hips faster driving his erection deep into her pussy. He pumped his hips faster and faster until he was worried the bike might fall over, then he kept a safe pace. Brandi's moans were so loud it made him nervous someone might hear. He looked around to make sure he couldn't see any farm buildings or anything, but there wasn't anything in sight. The louder she got the more turned on he got. It was hard enough to hold in his orgasm just watching his cock slide into such a sexy woman, but her moans made it impossible to hold it.

He gripped her thigh and hip tight as he reached the point of no return. He shoved his cock deep into her pussy and he gave in to the orgasm. His cum shooting out of his cock into her pussy, filling her with his cream. His grunts bellowed out with each ejaculation into her. Her pussy squeezed his cock tight milking out every drop of cum. He leaned in, shoving his cock as deep as he could again, and gave her kiss.

He must have hit something just right, because while he was kissing her, she began to tremble again. She pulled her lips away and let out a loud moan and he could feel her thighs shake. He didn't move at all and just let her ride it out. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock, which helped keep him hard inside her. After a few seconds she pulled on the back of his neck and pressed her lips to his again.

"Fuck I've wanted to do that for so long," she said, stealing his line.

"If only you knew how many times I've fantasized about doing this Brandi," he replied.

"You mean you have actually fantasized about us having sex on your motorcycle?" she asked. He assumed it was a joke, but couldn't quite tell.

"Okay, so maybe not this exact thing," he replied. He stepped back away from her, pulling his quickly shrinking cock out of her. When he went to shove it back in his jeans he couldn't believe how wet his jeans were. "Oh my God, I can't hide this."

She looked down to see what he was talking about and noticed a big dark circle highlighting his crotch. At first she laughed, but then she knew it wasn't really funny if it didn't dry by the time they got back.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I can't help it though, I get wet when I'm excited, and you had me very excited."

"Damn you really do," he said. "Hopefully the wind will dry it out."

They both got their garments re-situated and hopped back on the bike. He maneuvered back to the road and they headed home. The ride back was uneventful, but he struggled to keep from regaining his erection while reliving it all in his mind. He was convinced at that point that his wife and Brandi definitely set it up, but he was shocked she wouldn't tell him about it beforehand. That's a pretty big gamble to take but he's a guy, so she knew he couldn't resist Brandi.

When they arrived at the house he let her climb off the bike and then he pushed it into the garage while she ran inside. He looked down and as he expected the crouching position on the bike didn't allow for much drying at all. At first he was kicking himself for not unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down before he fucked her, but then he thought it wouldn't matter anyway. His wife obviously wouldn't be upset so there was nothing to worry about.

He walked in through the garage into the kitchen and they were both sitting at the table. He walked towards them without a care in the world.

"There you are," he said, leaning down to give her a kiss. "What are you two plotting now?"

"Nothing at the moment," she said looking perplexed. "What did you get on your jeans?"

"It's Brandi," he said, giving her a smile that he thought would tell her he knew what she was up to.

"Did you spill a drink on him while riding?" she asked her.

"No hon, it's literally from Brandi," he said. Then he saw the terrified look on Brandi's face and realized he might have been wrong.

"Okay, you definitely need to explain that one," she said.

He paused for a moment and started to panic. Had he been wrong all along? Had he just screwed up and cheated on his wife with her best friend? He told himself to take a deep breath and then he looked at his wife for a moment. He recognized the look on her face and he was surprised Brandi hadn't noticed either.

"Do you want the juicy details?" he asked, pun intended. "We just did exactly what you wanted us to do."

"What are you saying?" she asked. Her expression changed to heartbreak, and he realized he'd made a terrible error. "What did do? Did you really just fuck my best friend?"

"You wanted me to do it, right?" he pleaded. "I only did it because you made it so obvious that was what you wanted."

"How could you do it Brandi?" she asked.

Brandi still had a shocked look on her face and just shook her head. She clearly didn't know what to say or do, and couldn't believe what had happened. Not knowing what else to do she ran up to his wife and gave her a hug. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me," she whimpered.

His wife accepted the hug a little too quickly he thought. Her expression changed to a more soothing demeanor when she wrapped her arms around Brandi.

"It's okay Brandi," she said, trying to calm her down. "He's right I did expect you two to do that."

"I don't understand," she said. "Why would you want us to do that?"

"So I could do this," she said pressing her lips to Brandi's. At first Brandi just stood there wide eyed with his wife's lips on hers and her arms loosely still wrapped around her. Then she must have decided it was okay because she pulled her closer, closed her eyes, and returned the kiss.

He just stood there in shock, watching his wife start to make out with her best friend. Even though he'd just cum, less than twenty minutes earlier, his dick couldn't help but get hard again. All they had done is kiss in the kitchen, but he got totally aroused watching it.

His wife pulled her head away, parting their lips, and looked Brandi in her eyes. For a moment they just stared at each other. Her eyes moved from Brandi's eyes to her lips and back to her eyes again. Then Brandi's eyes moved in the same pattern.

"Let's go to our room," his wife said without moving.

"Okay," Brandi responded, also without moving.

"Are you coming?" she asked him, unable to take her eyes off of Brandi.

"Hell yes I am," he belted out.

He started walking towards them, and they finally started walking toward the bedroom just down the hall. He watched them walk with his wife in the lead holding onto Brandi's hand. She was looking back while walking, still unable to take her eyes off her best friend. His cock was once again rock hard in his jeans.