What Are Best Friend For

It was in 1976. We had "swapped" with one couple a few times a few years earlier, but it had ended with the other husband getting jealous and ruining a friendship.

One night, my husband (Bill) and his best friend (Murphy) went out drinking and got pretty drunk. They called me to come pick them up at a titty bar down town. I think it was called Little Caesar's. It has since been torn down for a parking lot. When I got there, they were both waiting outside and looked pretty bad.

Bill jumped in the back seat ahead of Murphy because he said he "needed to lay down for a nap." He really did need to! Of course Murphy was not in much better shape.

As I drove toward Murphy's house, we started talking about why men went to strip joints.

He said "it was a cheap thrill to get a hard on with all the dancing and touching but is was also very frustrating because usually the tease is all you get unless you pay for a blow job or quick fuck."

While we talked I could see a bulge developing in his pants. I had always wondered how Murphy would be in bed although I had never mentioned it to Bill since it was his best friend. As I noticed the bulge growing, I started to get a little wet and my nipples started to firm up.

After a while I got brave and told him I thought he might tear through the material in his pants if he did not give his dick some room! He was startled, to say the least. His shocked look gave way to an even more shocked look when it hit him that Bill was laying in the back seat!

He laid his crossed hands in his lap and told me I "should not notice such things."

I told him I always took notice of such things and encouraged him to go ahead and take it out so I could see it. Reluctant at first, he finally unzipped his pants and took his already hard dick out for my perusal.

I smiled and said, "Nice cock." It was not quite as large as Bill's, but it was shaped different and has a nice plumb like head. At first embarrassed, he started feeling kind of cocky, no pun intended, and moved is such a way to accentuate his cock's length, and worked his balls out in the open as well. By now, I am real wet and wanting to taste the treat waving next to me.

Knowing I had to have him inside me, I suggested that he really did not need to go home without his car and so drunk, so why didn't I get a hotel room where he could sleep it off and then I would take him back to his car. I also suggested perhaps we could "get to know" each other a little better while we waited. Knowing full well what I meant, he asked what Bill would say about this.

I said it really didn't matter since he was zonked out in the back seat and would probably sleep through the whole thing.

We pulled up to the Holiday Inn on the Katy Freeway and I went in to get a room. When I came back out Murphy was stoking his cock slowly in anticipation of what was about to cum, uh, I mean come. We pulled around to the side and right in front of our ground floor room. We got out of the car and I went up and opened the room, purposely leaving my purse in the car. As soon as we crossed the threshold Murphy put his arms around me and gave me one of he hottest deep throat kisses of my life. I think I almost came right there.

I told him I left my purse in the car and would be right back and to get undressed while I was gone. I went back to the car, opened the door and slid into the driver's seat acting like I was looking for my purse. When I got in, I said, "Well, I know you're not sleeping and I suspect you set this up.

With that said Bill sat up smiling ear to ear and admitted he had, in fact, wanted this to happen. He actually wanted to see me fuck his best friend.

I asked him if Murphy was part of the set up and he said, "No, not really." He said that they had talked in general about messing around and that he had told Murphy that we had done so a few years back, but other than that, Murphy was totally in the dark.

I told him that I, too, wanted to fuck his best friend, but that I wanted him all to myself the first time. Bill agreed to wait in the car. When I checked in I had gotten two keys so I left one with Bill and told him to wait thirty to forty-five minutes before coming inside the room.

When I got back to the room, here was Murphy, lying under the covers, but with his cock still obviously hard as evidenced by the tent in the sheet.

I said, "Let me have another look at that beauty." With that I pulled the sheet back to take a look. It looked even better now than it did in the car. I sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to stroke his really lovely cock. It felt so different from any cock I've ever held. It was wonderful.

I told him to kiss me again. Damn he was a good kisser. After a long sensual kiss that again almost made me cum, I slowly kissed down his neck and pecks and tummy all the way down to that awesome looking cock. I licked around the head slowly and cupped his balls with my left hand. With my right hand I held the base of his cock and slowly jacked while my mouth and lips were playing with his cock head. I know that Bill likes to have the underside of his cock head licked and did so to Murphy, gently nibbling at it as well. Finally I engulfed his cock in my hot wet mouth. He tasted so good I did not think I would ever want to quit.

But as he announced he was about to cum, I stopped and said, "No! Not now! I want you to cum in my pussy, and I want it now!

I ripped off my clothes, straddled him, and lowered myself on his pulsating cock. I rode him hard and fast, knowing, of course, that this would hasten his orgasm, but also knowing I was not finished with him by a long shot. And when he did cum, he came in jerks and twitches reminiscent of my early days with teenage boys. It was wonderful. While I had yet not cum, it still felt great. I relaxed on his chest, letting his collapsing cock remain in my body.

After he got his breath and lit a cigarette, he asked, "What is Bill going to say?"

At that precise moment, almost as if it were scripted, Bill opened the room door. Murphy was shocked and tensed up.

I smiled, did not move my position, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and said, "Why don't you ask him?"

Sensing Murphy was about to panic, Bill smiled and told him not to worry, that he had been set up. Bill told him he had long wanted to watch him fuck me and that since he still had not "seen" it happen, he wanted us to do it again.

Murphy started to relax a little, but said it would be a little while before could do it again.

Bill said, "No problem. We've got time. And anyway, I've got to clean up that mess you left in my wife's pussy."

Oh yeah, Bill loves cream pie. Always has.

I rolled off Murphy to his right side and spread my legs for Bill. I continued stroking Murphy's deflated cock gently with my left hand while pinching my nipples with my right. Bill dove right in licking and sucking in as much of Murphy's spent cum as he could. Reaching deep in my vagina with his tongue he cleaned my insides good. Then he licked all around the outside of my pussy and got all the "droppings." Once almost completely clean, he concentrated on my clit and tongue fucked me to my first orgasm of the night. Murphy's cock was starting to come back to life with all the action going on around him.

As my orgasm subsided, l told Bill that Murphy's cock might need some help getting ready for the long slow fucking that I so desperately needed.

Bill took his cue and told Murphy, "I see there is some pussy juice still on your cock and balls that needs to be cleaned up."

Murphy's face almost went white. I said, "Well, you've had more than one surprise tonight, haven't you?"

Bill moved swiftly to get Murphy's cock in his mouth before Murphy could think about it and potentially back out. It didn't take Bill long with his mastery of cock sucking to have Murphy so turned on he did not care who sucked what! I was fingering myself feverishly while Bill worked his magic on Murphy's cock. I had only seen this once before with that first couple we swapped with. But I must tell you it really turns me on to see Bill give head to a man or woman. Strange fetish, huh?

Murphy was about to burst and Bill wanted him to so he could swallow a big fresh load. But I made him slow down and eventually stop so that I could make use of Murphy's reinvigorated tool selfishly.

I pushed Bill out of the way and told Murphy to, "Take me!"

And take me he did. At first slowly, gradually increasing his speed and his stroke. He sensed my every need and responded. Bill sat on the bed touching us in special places and making the experience more enjoyable, but being careful not to do anything to rush the grand finish.

Murphy's kisses finally brought me to my second, orgasm of the night. His magnificent fucking technique brought me to my third, forth, and fifth orgasm before he finally shot his second load deep inside my womb. I held him close not ever wanting to let him go. We all fell asleep in that position, with his failing cock still barely in my hole. A few minutes later we began to stir, and Murphy rolled off me to my left.

Bill was sitting there lighting a cigarette when Murphy, to our shock, said to Bill, "Did you forget to clean something?", and pointed to his flaccid cock.

Boy were we surprised. We went from 0 to 60 in a few seconds with me sitting on Murphy's face giving him a tasted of his own cream pie while Bill sucked Murphy off to his third and final orgasm of the night. Bill swallowed every drop like a trouper!

Well, that was thirty-two years ago. And to this date, we still have Murphy for a treat once a week or so. Murphy's wife does not have a clue. Murphy has talked about bringing her in on the fun, but Bill has absolutely no desire for her. In fact, doesn't even like her. We are all retired now in our 60s. We have a wonderful marriage, a wonderful lover, and a wonderful life.