They had spent the whole week together- Allie, her husband Jackson, and his best friend Brendan. Hell, lately it seemed like they spent all of their free time together. Jackson and Brendan had been nearly inseparable since they were 12 years old and that did not change when Jackson and Allie got together, it just meant that they had an awkward female third-wheel added to their group. However, Allie was not initially okay with their constant time together. In fact, when she first started dating Jackson she loathed Brendan. When the two were together they were more than obnoxious, they acted like they were putting on a show for anyone that would watch and she believed that Brendan was nothing but a womanizing frat-boy who was surely not a good influence on her sweet Jackson. But that was nearly a decade ago, and after many years of being forced together they had all developed a friendship. Allie learned that a lot of Brendan's attitude was a bit of a front, and that while it took a long time to get there, once he fully trusted someone he opened up and was actually a really good guy. He cared too much, though. Brendan was the type of man that could not have casual flings because he got too attached; he was the kind of man that put his mother and siblings above everything; and he was the kind of man that thought a lot less of himself than he really should.
In the more recent years, the three of them had developed a sort of balance where Jackson and Brendan would do all of the fun "guy stuff" together, sometimes inviting Allie to join. And the three of them would do group activities like binge-watching movies or swimming or playing games or having a night of drinking. Most importantly, Brendan and Allie would confide in each other in a way that only best friends do, in a way that neither of them felt they could do with the emotionally distant Jackson. Unfortunately, this meant that Allie also knew the ins and outs of every sexual escapade Brendan had over the years, most of which told through sarcasm and self-deprecating stories that made her wonder if he could possibly be as awkward as he described. Yes, Allie had become very fond of him and thought of him as one of her closest friends now; that is until a very vivid sex dream had made her wonder if she was starting to feel more than friendship with him.
Just before he had come to spend the weekend with her and her husband, Allie had a dream that began with them sitting outside near a fire as they had many times before. Allie was dressed in a sundress with nothing underneath and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and was very drunk. Jackson was nowhere to be seen and she assumed he had passed out inside as he had before- he was really quite the lightweight when it came to drinking. Reversing the usual conversation, she confronted him with the question of what he wants in life. You see, he was the type of drunk that would always try to get into the minds of others and psychoanalyze their every thought and need. So, that night she said "For once would you just admit what you want. What do you even want?! Do you even know? Figure it out and just take it. You deserve whatever you want in life."
After remaining quiet for a few moments, Brendan looked up and replied quietly "What if what I want is you?" Startled, she sat there not saying anything and he continued, "You're right. It is time for me to take what I want and that is you," and just then he grabbed her and kissed her hard. He lifted her body and carried her across the yard and laid her on the ground. She started to protest. After all, Jackson was on the other side of the wall sleeping. But, as she pushed him away and began to squirm he held her down and covered her mouth firmly with one hand, harshly whispering "You told me to take what I want and I am going to. I know you want this too so just shut up and take it."
With that, he pulled his pants around his ankles and shoved his massive, throbbing cock into her now soaking wet pussy. He knew as soon as he was in and she truly did want this as much as he did, despite her protests. They would deal with the aftermath in the morning but right now they would both just live in the moment. With the sounds of the fire crackling in the background, she could feel every ounce of strength he had pressing her into the ground, feel every inch of man exploring her inside, feel every nerve in her body standing on end getting ready to receive all of these sensations. And he did not waste any time. As soon as he was inside her, he thrust as hard as he could, as if he was worried that if he did not give it his all now he would lose the opportunity forever. It was so fast and so rough that her whole body ached with both the longing she felt for him and the pressure of bumping parts of her that were usually not touched. He slammed in and out and in and out while holding her down until she cried with the mixture of pleasure and pain bringing her to full orgasm. Just as she was writhing underneath him, Allie had woken up with a jolt, Jackson lying in the bed right next to her.
