‘I hope you don’t mind, love,’ said Mike, ‘but I’ve arranged a meal tomorrow night, just the three of us, so you can see what you think of him. If truth be told, I want to show you off a bit.’
I did mind. A night in front of the telly would have been a better option than a meal with Mr Arrogant. However, I was touched by Mike’s pride in me and resolved to look my best. I would just have to act with polite indifference.
The following evening I dressed simply but sexily in a black Dolce and Gabbana cocktail dress and ankle strap stilettos with four inch heels. I wore my hair up to emphasise my slender neck and shoulders. When I went downstairs, Mike was full of praise. ‘You look beautiful.’
‘Thank you ... Do you think Joe will approve?’ I added, a little sarcastically.
‘He’ll be as jealous as hell,’ said Mike, hopefully.
We got to the restaurant first. It was a large but cosy Italian place that was already buzzing. I sat with my back to the wall as I like to see what’s going on. Mike ordered some wine and we made small talk as I watched the waiters working and the customers chatting away.
Then he came in.
I knew from Mike’s description that it was Joe, but my heart lurched and I felt a feeling I’d only experienced once or twice before in my life – animal attraction. Not the ‘he’s good-looking/attractive/I fancy him’ type of attraction but pure, lustful, animal attraction. He spoke briefly to a waiter who pointed over to our table and he began to make his way over to us.
Joe was just over six feet tall, he had short, neatly cut dark hair and high cheek bones. He was wearing a blue, V neck, cashmere jumper and black casual trousers. He moved like a cat, self assured, languid with a touch of elegance. He looked determined and powerful. His expression was serious, but, as he approached, his face broke into a smile and he had the most marvellous dimples.
‘Hello,’ he said, looking directly at me, ‘you must be the gorgeous Tina.’
I smiled, as sexily as possible. I wanted to leap up, rip my panties off and wrap myself around him. Mike swung around.
‘Hey Joe, good to see you. Tina, this is Joe.’
Joe leaned forward and shook my hand, I held on to it as he complimented me; I didn’t want him to let go. ‘Well, Mike’s known to exaggerate but certainly not this time, you really are gorgeous.’
And that was it, I was hooked. I’d intended to let an immature Jack-the-Lad know what an unimpressive prick he was. Instead I found myself in the company of a drop dead gorgeous hunk who was attentive, mature and considerate. He talked about Mike and what a good, solid friend he was. He recounted a couple of amusing stories about when they were younger, putting Mike in the limelight and then proceeded to talk about me, my job, my background and the sort of things I liked doing. The evening flew by.
On the way home, Mike said, ‘Well, what do you think?’
What did I think? I couldn’t think of anything else. ‘You’re right,’ I said, as casually as I could manage, ‘he’s lovely.’
The first thing I thought about when I woke up was Joe. ‘How long is he visiting for?’ I asked, as we were getting ready for work.
‘Oh, about two weeks then he has to go back to the States.’
‘Why don’t you spoil him a bit? He obviously loves your company, why don’t we have him over for Sunday lunch?’
‘That’s a nice suggestion, love.’
I felt a little selfish; I’ve always loved beef on a Sunday.
After what felt like a month, Sunday finally arrived. Joe brought a decent bottle of wine and we ate, drank and laughed. I don’t remember what we talked about, all I can remember is his brooding eyes, his twinkling smile and his attentiveness. After lunch, we opened another bottle of wine and retired to the sitting room.
‘So, how did you two meet?’ asked Joe when we’d settled down. Mike piped up and described the wedding and quite unnecessarily mentioned our session in the hotel garden; he couldn’t resist showing off. Joe saw my embarrassment. ‘Glad to hear there are others who enjoy a relationship with nature,’ he said, then added conspiratorially, ‘it’s one of my vices, whenever I get the opportunity,’ and he winked at me, not furtively but cheekily, in front of Mike, and we both laughed.
That evening thoughts of Joe kept entering my head and made me feel particularly randy. We went to bed early and I turned to Mike who was reading. I began to caress his cock and soon felt it stirring. A vague plan had entered my head. ‘So,’ I said, as I continued stroking, ‘tell me a bit more about the time you and Joe fucked two women.’
Mike looked at me a little warily but I gave him the green light. ‘Come on,’ I said, rubbing my thumb gently over his glans. ‘I bet this delicious cock was buried deep in pussy, wasn’t it? Tell me how you fucked them and turn me on, tell me what you and Joe did to them.’ Mike dropped his book by the side of the bed. His eyes were half closed and his hips moved restlessly as I played with his cock. He began to describe the action. Typical of a man, he cut to the chase and I had to slow him down and get him to take it from the beginning. ‘Gently, sweetheart,’ I said, caressing his cock. ‘So, when you were pumping away what was Joe doing?’
‘Joe was taking his girl from behind.’
‘I bet she was enjoying herself?’
‘Oh yeah, she was thrusting herself back on to Joe, it was a real turn-on to see.’
‘I wish I’d been there.’
Mike’s excitement increased.
‘You do?’
‘Yeah, imagine Joe taking me from behind and I’m screaming out for his cock, I bet that would turn you on, wouldn’t it?’ The image was making me very wet. Mike rolled over, eased himself between my legs and squeezed his cock into me. He was so hard, I knew the image had further excited him. He began to ride me, his strokes long and firm and slow.
‘I bet you’d like Joe to ride you like this, wouldn’t you?’ he said, breathlessly.
‘Oh yes,’ I said, ‘and you’d be watching wouldn’t you, darling?’
‘Yes, I’d be watching my slut of a girlfriend enjoying another man’s cock.’
‘And I’d put on a good show for you darling, I’d let you watch Joe’s pert bottom driving into me as I spurred him on with my heels ... “Yes, yes, Joe, oh, Joe, you’re so large, your cock feels divine. Please Joe, that’s it, keep fucking me ... Oh my God you’re so deep, I want to die on your cock!”’
Mike was now riding me frantically and, as I began to shudder with pleasure, he reached his own orgasm. His back arched, his hips shook and his whole body stiffened. I ran my hands up and down his back, enjoying the feel of his tensed muscles, until, several seconds later, his muscles relaxed and he rolled off me. I cuddled into his chest and pursued my plan. ‘My, you certainly liked that fantasy, didn’t you? If only I’d known we could have had more fun earlier.’
‘That was lovely, darling,’ said Mike, drowsily. ‘Thank you. There’s no doubt about it,’ he continued, ‘I’ve got a bit of a voyeuristic streak in me.’
‘What was it?’ I asked. ‘Was it the idea of me being fucked by someone else or was it the idea of Joe fucking me that turned you on?’
‘A bit of both really. I’ve often fantasised about you being fucked by someone else. The idea of that someone else being my best friend is reassuring in a funny kind of way. Besides, I know you fancy him as well, don’t you?’
I didn’t answer his question but idly began to play with his cock while I further seduced him with another fantasy. ‘We go out for the evening and have a fantastic time. The atmosphere is so sexy. I’m wearing a dress that shows off my tits and my legs and Joe, although he tries, just can’t keep his eyes off me. I’m in turmoil. You know I love you to bits and I love being fucked by you but I just can’t help thinking about Joe fucking me and the idea of you watching as Joe takes me is making me sooo wet. I could feel Mike’s cock hardening as I languidly stroked him.
‘Go on,’ he said. ‘What happens?’
‘Well,’ I said, ‘Joe go
es to the bar and you say to me, “God he really fancies you,” and I say, “Well, he is very attractive, but don’t worry, I’d never dream of doing anything unfaithful,” and you say, “It wouldn’t be unfaithful if I knew about it, if I was there to make sure everything was OK.” And I say,’ and I moved my lips closely to Mike’s ear and whispered, ‘“so you wouldn’t mind if Joe fucks me? You wouldn’t mind if I enjoyed his fat, hard cock? You wouldn’t mind seeing his cock in my greedy mouth or my pussy filled with him?” And you say, “No, as long as I was there to watch.” I tightened my grip around Mike’s cock and my hand moved smoothly up and down its length ‘... and I say, “in that case, darling, I’ll put on a very sexy show for you.”’ He rolled back on top of me and we fucked again. I couldn’t remember a time when Mike had been able to perform like that.
The following day, when we’d both returned home from work and were enjoying a glass of wine together, Mike said, ‘You want to fuck him, don’t you?’
I nodded and said, ‘You want to watch me being fucked, don’t you?’
He nodded.
Perhaps, in other circumstances, this could have caused a problem, but Joe was returning to America in a few days’ time and he was returning to live. It was a step that could ultimately ruin our relationship, but it was also one that could provide an opportunity to test it and add depth. If I was honest though, I don’t think either of us was considering the issue in any depth. For the following days I was as randy as hell thinking about Joe.
It was Joe who provided the opportunity. He rang us and asked if he could take us out for a farewell meal. It was the height of summer and I put on a simple, short cotton dress that clung to my curves and showed me off to the best advantage and I wore my hair long, aiming for a wilder look. We went to a Greek restaurant. When the three of us were seated around a table, I positioned myself a bit nearer to Joe. We chatted, and although the conversation flowed, there was a sexual tension in the air. Joe couldn’t take his eyes off me and I flirted outrageously. I’d crossed my legs and let my skirt ride up my thigh. Joe couldn’t help his eyes wandering and, every so often, as I laughed or exclaimed about something, I would let my hand drop onto Joe’s thigh and smile into his eyes. Over coffee I offered to give him a palm reading. I took hold of his hand and placed it in my lap mumbling all sorts of rubbish while I delicately ran my fingers over his palm. I noticed his eyes fluttered slightly and his breathing became heavier.
‘... and soon you’ll be returning to America, but before you go your best friend will give you a very precious farewell gift ... Me!’ I looked into his eyes and he was momentarily confused. He looked at Mike, then back to me, and then his face broke into an enormous smile. He leaned forward and kissed me, gently. ‘That would be the perfect gift.’
After Joe had paid the bill, I had an idea. ‘Do you know what I fancy?’ and continued without waiting for a reply. ‘It’s a lovely, warm evening, I’d love to be taken to the beach and shagged.’ I put my hand on top of Joe’s. ‘What do you think?’
Joe leaned across and kissed me on the lips. ‘Anywhere you want.’
I looked at Mike. ‘You OK with that, darling?’ Mike just nodded, I could see he was as turned on as me. I felt so randy openly flirting with Joe in front of an approving boyfriend (and you should have seen the waiter’s face!).
Mike drove us down to the beach about two miles away. I sat in the back of the car with Joe and, as the journey began, we threw our arms around each other and kissed, passionately. I felt my breasts pressing against Joe’s chest, and my nipples becoming taut and sensitive as I pulled myself further onto him. I had to disengage to catch my breath and Joe took the opportunity to explore my neck and ears before I pulled his mouth back onto mine. Poor Mike, he had difficulty keeping his eyes on the road as he kept glancing in the rear view mirror, excited by our groans of pleasure. We hadn’t bothered with seatbelts and, as Joe’s hand caressed my thigh, pushing the hem of my dress up to my panties, I assisted by swinging myself across his lap and sitting astride him. Now both of his hands were gripping the cheeks of my bottom and I began undoing his shirt while teasing him. ‘Oh Joe, my pussy is so juicy, it needs to be fucked, it needs to be filled with your juices.’
By now I had undone his shirt and I was running my hands over his beautiful chest and gently nibbling and licking one of his nipples. I continued to tease. ‘Oh Joe, I want you to ride me like a stallion, I want to buck beneath you with my legs over your shoulders, so that I can feel you deep inside me.’ His hands were either side of my hips and he pulled me down and drove his hips upwards and I could feel his cock, frustrated and restrained in his trousers. I reached down between his legs and fondled the hardness. ‘Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll soon have you out to play.’
I was about to unzip him when I felt the car stop and Mike said, a little hoarsely, ‘We’re here.’
I leaned across, opened the door and slid across the seat to get out. As I did so, I felt Joe’s hand on my bottom and the tip of his finger just entered my pussy. It felt heavenly and I stopped on the seat, on all fours, while his fingers dipped into my pussy, massaging and caressing, stroking my clit and filling me. I let out a cry and came, trembling and shivering with pleasure. I felt Joe pat my bottom. ‘Come on, gorgeous, let’s get on to the beach.’ I eased myself from the car. Mike had taken a blanket from the boot and stood waiting for us, a look of lust on his face. ‘Come on,’ he said. ‘Follow me.’
I began to walk beside Joe who, noticing my heels sinking in the sand, turned, swept me up in his arms and carried me along the beach while I held my arms around his neck. Sluttily, I whispered in his ear and described the filthy things I was going to do to him and I felt the muscles in his shoulders and arms ripple as he gripped me closer in anticipation. Mike found a satisfactory spot and spread the blanket on the ground. Joe set me down and, between snatched kisses, we frantically undressed each other. I stepped out of my dress, fell on my knees and assaulted Joe’s trouser belt while he was desperately trying to undo the cuffs on his shirt.
I eased his trousers and pants down over his buttocks and I felt his cock hit me under the chin. I laughed and leant back on my heels to look at it. My God, it was beautiful. Thick and smooth, it swayed in front of me and I curled my fingers around it and felt its warmth. I eased my mouth over the tip and Joe gasped. I then placed a hand on each of his buttocks and filled my mouth with cock, enjoying its smooth warmth, before releasing it and pinning it against his stomach while I licked and gently sucked his balls. I then used the tip of my tongue to tease the glistening purple head of his cock. Joe pulled back, knelt down in front of me and kissed me while easing me onto my back. He then knelt between my legs and pulled off my panties, throwing them toward Mike, who was watching, enthralled as Joe settled himself back down on top of me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and then ... HEAVEN!
I gasped as his cock filled me with pleasure. I felt his smooth buttocks, like warm marble, driving his cock in and out of me as my legs wrapped around him, vicelike, and fed him into my hungry pussy. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and, with my head buried in his chest, I held on for dear life while he relentlessly fucked me.
I came, I’m not sure whether there were multiple orgasms or whether it was one ride of varying pleasure but it was glorious. Eventually, Joe made a final thrust, his balls pressed snugly against the moist lips of my pussy and I came again as he let out the most tremendous cry. His body tensed, rock like, before he collapsed on top of me and I felt the warmth of his body enclosing me in a gentle, protective blanket. When he’d recovered enough, Joe rolled off me. I turned over and knelt with my bottom raised in the air. I looked at Mike and smiled.
‘Your turn, sweetheart ...’
We got an email from Joe recently; he’s invited us over to America. He says he’ll take us to the Grand Canyon. I can’t wait. Just imagine making love there. Imagine the echoes!
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