Friend Bangs My Wife in Front of Me

by Ryan Robert Anderson

  was starting to get worried.

  "Are you ok in there?" I called out.

  "Yes, sorry. I will be out in a little bit." She answered.

  I had a couple more beers and was really feeling good and horny

  thinking when she walked out she would be in some little sexy nightie and

  ready to fuck. Just like she said in a little bit she appeared but nothing

  like what I expected. She was not wearing any make-up and had on an

  oversized tee shirt that looked very worn. It was clean but looked old and

  well used. She put her bags on the floor by the wall and when she bent over

  I saw her panties. They too looked clean but very plain and very old and

  worn with some holes in them. All this really made me question who she was

  and why she really agreed to come to my room.

  "Would you like to sit on the bed and watch TV?" I asked.

  She smiled looking a little relived as she got into bed next to

  me. I put my arm around her as she snuggled up next to me. Without forcing

  myself on her I gently placed my other hand on her private area on top of

  her night shirt. She in turn put her hand on top of my privates that were

  covered by some sleeping shorts. I had already removed my shirt revealing

  my hairy chest. She placed her other hand on my chest and rubbed my hair. I

  leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back being the first to open her

  mouth telling me to give her my tongue. I did so while I slipped my fingers

  inside her worn panties. She spread her legs inviting my fingers inside her

  pussy. I slipped a finger inside finding her hot and wet.

  We continued to kiss while I finger fucked her tight slit. Her

  moans increased as I played and eventually I had her flat on her back. I

  straddled her small body as I pulled her panties off and threw them to the

  floor and pulled her shirt off her small body. I then pulled my shorts off

  revealing my super hard 8" cock. I could see fear in her face as my cock

  bounced up and down. We went back to kissing as I lowered myself and my

  cock found her small slit. I could tell this was going to be a tight fit

  because her pussy lips were closed tight. I was not sure if she was a

  virgin or just had not had sex in a while but either way I knew I had to go

  slow and be careful.

  Slowly I lowered myself until my dick head was on the inside of her

  pussy lips then slowly very slowly I pushed until the head of my cock

  disappeared inside her twat. I could tell she was in pain but was not going

  to say anything. I was as careful as I could still going slowly I slid in

  and out of her hole until I could tell she was use to the feel of my

  oversized member. Finally, after almost an hour of work I was fucking the

  little girl. I had not been in a pussy hole that tight since I was a kid

  experimenting with the other children in the area. She eventually got use

  to me and was feeling the excitement of being fucked. My hands were all

  over her small but exciting breasts as my cock pistoned in and out of her

  cunt.

  Without notice she screamed, "Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! Fuck my pussy. Fill

  me up with your cum! Make my cum coat your cock!"

  I could do little more than grunt and moan as the effects of all

  the beer plus the work I was having to put out to fuck this hot chick was

  taking all my strength. I managed to ask if she wanted me to cum inside her

  or on her.

  She grunted back, "It is safe. I am on the pill."

  That was it. I could take no more and blew a load so big that it

  even amazed me. My entire body shook as my orgasm had taken over every

  muscle in my body. She too came and drenched my cock as it was still slowly

  sliding in and out of her pussy. Her tiny body convulsed as her orgasm

  trailed off. A couple minutes later we were back to holding each other but

  this time we were both naked not even trying to cover ourselves.

  "Wow, that was great!" I commented.

  She said nothing but held me tighter. I too gave her a tighter

  squeeze. While we rested I asked her if she wanted to spend the night or

  did she have to go home.

  Amy being a little shy with her response finally said,

  "I...well...ummmm. You see I do not really have a home. I live in my

  car. So if I have to leave I have to find a safe place to park before I can

  go to sleep."

  "I am so sorry. I did not know. Of course you can spend the

  night. And, it is not because you slept with me. You could have stayed the

  night even if we had not made love." I replied and in my mind we had really

  made love and not just had sex.

  She again squeezed me tighter and I could feel wetness on my

  shoulder from where she began to cry. Without looking at her I simply asked

  if she wanted to talk about it. I knew from experience it helped sometimes

  when others knew about my problems even if they could not help.

  She fought back the tears a bit and began to tell me her story. She

  told me when she was 16 years old her and her boyfriend got caught having

  sex. Her parents told her to leave the house and live with him if they were

  going to continue to do so. He was much older and lived on his own. Not

  long after she moved in with him she caught him fucking another girl and

  she left with not much more than the clothes she was wearing. She had

  grabbed some personal pictures and a few clothes but just what would fit in

  her car. She tried going home but her parents told her she was on her own

  and she was not wanted any longer. Without a place to live and with very

  little money she slept in her car. She ate when she could find something

  but it was not long before she had worn out her welcome with the few

  friends she had.

  Luckily about that time she turned 17 and managed to get a job

  being a waitress by lying about how old she was. She had only worked there

  a few months when I met her so, yes, she was 17 when we fucked the first

  time but I really thought she was 18. It took all the money she could get

  to pay for gas for her car and for food so the only clothes she had was

  what she had when she moved out.

  By the time she was finished with her story I was heartbroken. My

  eyes were watering and my nose was running. I not only felt bad for her and

  what she had been though but felt bad for having sex with her because I

  knew she only did it because she figured it was the only way I would let

  her sleep in my room. She had not slept in a bed in months and before I

  knew it she was asleep holding on to me like she would hold on to a teddy

  bear.

  I laid awake for a while thinking. I knew I just had to help her

  just like I had helped others. The difference was I believed Amy's

  story. But then again, I had believed the other's stories too then had been

  proven wrong. I had given money to one girl that used the money for drugs

  and alcohol then another actually was buying condoms so her boyfriend could

  fuck her. There was something different about this girl and if she was

  lying she was doing a really good job of it.

  The next morning when we woke up Amy told me thanks for everything

  and how she had not slept in a real bed in months and had not had a good

  shower in
over a week but she knew it was over. She then started packing up

  her stuff. I told her I had to go make a few contacts but would be back and

  for her to stay. I gave her some money to go next door and eat then gave

  her a room key to get back into the room. Yes, I know. I was taking a

  chance. She could have stolen my lap top and all my stuff but it was a

  chance I was willing to take. I said nothing else but did kiss her good bye

  as I left.

  I am sure she was a little confused being left along with all the

  stuff in the room but she got dressed and went to eat. When I got back I

  found not only was all my stuff still there but so was she and she was

  again asleep in the bed. I hated to wake her but had no choice.

  "Amy." I called as I kissed her on the top of the head. When she

  woke up I said, "I am going to have to leave soon but I told the office I

  was going to pay for one more night and that you would be sleeping

  here. You can use the laundry facilities if you need to wash clothes just

  make sure you leave before 11:00 tomorrow morning."

  I could see in her eyes many things. I could see appreciation for

  what I had done for her but I could also see confusion as to wondering why

  I had done so much for her. She grabbed and hugged me, telling me thanks,

  and that it really meant a lot to her to have someone to talk to. I told

  her I had one more surprise but told her she had to trust me. She said she

  did so I had her get in my car with me and we went to the department store

  down the road.

  When we got there I told her I wanted her to pick out some new

  panties, bras, and basic clothes she really needed. I explained I did not

  have much money but wanted to help her out as best I could. This time she

  did not just tear up she started crying. I too had to fight back the tears

  as I wanted to do so much more for her but just could not. She did as I

  requested and quickly picked out a few things being very frugal with my

  money. I even had to make her buy a larger pack of panties so to make sure

  she would have enough. When we were back in the car I told her she needed

  to throw away her old stuff that was no good any longer which she agreed to

  do.

  "We have one more stop to make." I said.

  "Ok." She replied.

  I pulled up to the local post office and took her inside. I got her

  a post office box and paid for the next year. I then bought her some stamps

  and envelopes. I told her I would write her to see how she was doing if she

  would write me back. I told her how she could get letters to me since I was

  all over and did not have a home either. She wrote down all the information

  before we walked out.

  I took her back to the room packed my stuff and left. We both were

  in tears as I left her because I had been so nice to her and myself because

  I felt so bad for her. I could not get her out of my mind and that first

  night I sent her a letter telling her to stick with it and that things

  would get better. I told her all about my past wife and what I went through

  so I knew it was hard when you had no one. I told her I would never forget

  her and that I would be back as soon as I could.

  It seemed like I made record time in getting back as it had only

  been two months. She knew I was coming from the letters I had sent her so

  it was not a surprise when I showed up to eat where she worked. She was

  still homeless and living in her car but she was happier and looked really

  good. It was funny that we never spoke about sex or even sleeping

  together. I had been treating her more like a daughter than a girlfriend

  and since I was more than twice her age I was not sure she even wanted me

  as anything other than a father figure. I will have to admit the sex we had

  that first night was some of the best sex I had ever had. Later, I found

  out it was the best she had ever had to that point too as her ex

  boyfriend's cock was only 4" long when he was hard.

  I told her where I was staying and gave her a room key of her

  own. I told her I was going to be in town for a week but doing traveling

  outside of town so would be gone a lot. When she got off work she went

  straight to the hotel room and let herself inside. She kissed me then

  immediately took a shower getting dressed in a much nicer sleep set. She

  crawled into bed with me and kissed me hard telling me how much she missed

  me.

  This time I let her make all the first moves because I wanted to

  know what she thought of our relationship. It was not long before I found

  out. She kissed me on the mouth then pulled the covers back moving down to

  my growing cock she pulled my shorts down revealing my grown manhood. In

  one quick move she slid the entire shaft into her mouth sucking as she

  pumped it in and out. Since the last time we were together I had not had

  sex with anyone other than my own hand so to have her lips locked around my

  member was shear heaven. She fucked my cock with her loving mouth and in a

  few short minutes I told her that if she did not stop I was going to

  explode. Hearing this she not only did not stop but she sped up sucking

  even harder. I erupted with what seemed like a gallon of cum which she

  eagerly drank down.

  When she got me all cleaned up she told me she had not been with

  anyone else and dreamt about me every night. She also told me she figured I

  had not been having sex either and knew I would not last long so to make

  sure I would she gave me a blow job first thing. We both laughed about it

  because we knew it was all true. I waited only five or so minutes and I was

  back hard again. Finding out her favorite position was doggie style I

  helped her strip and had her get into position. I again took it real slow

  as I slid my long hard cock back into the best pussy I had ever had. I

  fucked her with all the strength I had my balls smacking at her pussy lips

  with each stroke into her cunt. Our moans of pleasure increased as we

  fucked until I exploded once again but this time inside her pussy. She not

  only had an orgasm she had multiple orgasms this time because she was much

  more relaxed.

  I was working during the days and she worked until 11:00 or so each

  night. This did not leave us much time together but what time we did have

  was very precious to us both. We not only fucked each night but we got to

  know each other. The little things only couples would know. I took her

  shopping again and got her some more clothes but since she still lived in

  her car there was no since buying her much of anything else. I did buy her

  a teddy bear so she would have something to cuddle with when I was not

  around. She love that bear and took really good care of it.

  I made sure to write and send her money as often as I could. She

  too wrote me often. I made special trips to see her whenever I was close

  enough and made sure I got back to the area every two to three months. We

  were as close as two people could get and in love more than most husband

  and wives were.

  When she turned 18 I asked her if she trusted me. She said she did

  so I told her to tell her boss she had lied on the application but now sh
e

  was 18. She did not want to do that because she knew he was going to fire

  her and she was really close to having enough money to get a room to live

  in. I knew the manager pretty good by then and had a good idea what would

  happen but also knew of my own plans. She did as I asked and sure enough

  she was fired but, he told her she had done such a good job that if she

  waited one month and reapplied he would hire her back and would even hire

  her back at a higher pay since she had experience. He even told her he

  would wait until season ended to fire her so he would not have to replace

  her when she was gone. When the time came and she was let go I had her ride

  with me. I took her everywhere I went and she stayed in my bed with me

  every night for one month we were the happiest people in the world. We got

  some funny looks from people because we looked like father daughter more

  than a boyfriend and girlfriend did.

  When the month was up we both were sad because now we were back to

  being separated. The time we spent together just made us love each other

  even more. She went back to work. I went back on the road. And we both went

  back to writing each other more. Amy finally got a small room but when I

  would visit she would stay in the hotel room with me as she could not have

  male guests where she was.

  The next year was hard on us both. With each visit it was harder

  for me to leave her not because I felt sorry for her any longer but because

  I loved her so much. She too felt more love than she did the first couple

  visits.

  I could not stand it any longer and on her nineteenth birthday I

  asked her to marry me. Without a second thought she said, "Yes." Since I

  had no family, no home, and no relatives we decided to marry in her home

  town. It was not going to be complicated or big because she had no one