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What are Friends For?
by J.T. Benjamin © 2007



I’m fucking my best friend’s wife. I know I’m going to hell. We both are. Tammy loves Brad, and I think he’s the best guy in the world. But we can’t help ourselves. Whenever I get within ten feet of her, my cock gets hard, and Tammy says I’m the only man who fucks her the way she likes it.

Up the ass.

For example, last Fourth of July, Tammy and Brad were having some friends over for a backyard barbecue. I went over to their place early to help set things up. About two-thirty, Brad said to me, “Nick, let’s go to the liquor store and pick up the kegs.”

I was about to say something, but Tammy beat me to it. She said, “Brad, Nick needs to help me put the tables together. You can pick up the kegs by yourself, can’t you?”

Brad shrugged. “I guess so,” he said. Right then and there, I got a massive hard-on knowing what would happen as soon Brad left.

Tammy was wearing a bright red bikini top and cutoff jeans. All afternoon I’d been fighting the urge to yank those jeans down around her ankles and bury my face between her legs. The minute Brad’s truck was gone, we were upstairs in their bedroom, and I got my wish.

Tammy puts out lots of pussy juice when she’s turned on, and my tongue told me she was already soaking wet. I said, “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”

"All week,” she said. “We don’t have much time.”

Tammy was right, but I couldn’t pass up the chance to have the taste of her in my mouth for the rest of the afternoon. I buried my tongue deep into her snatch, and I licked and sucked on her clit, and then I started finger-fucking her pussy while my tongue played with her clit and she started to tremble and beg for more. Her pussy got even wetter, and the taste of her got even more intense. I swirled my finger inside her pussy, getting it nice and moist, and while my tongue continued playing with her clit, my finger drifted down to Tammy’s asshole. I massaged it with the tip of my finger for a moment, and then I slowly worked my finger inside.

"Ooohhhh, GOD!” Tammy screamed. Her body convulsed with a spasm and she grabbed my head with her hands. I tasted a little splash of pussy juice and I knew she’d just cum. But one of the nice things about Tammy is for her, orgasms are like eating potato chips; she can’t stop at one. “You better quit fucking around,” she said. “This isn’t what I want.”

We had maybe twenty minutes before Brad got back. Plenty of time. Tammy and I have our little game down to a science. I got up and pulled down my pants. My cock was so swollen it actually hurt. While I put on the condom, Tammy got the lube from its hiding place in her dresser drawer. She greased up her anus and while I did the same for my cock, she assumed the position. On her hands and knees with her back to me, her smooth, shapely ass sticking up in the air.

One of the best things about fucking Tammy is when I first slide my cock into her tight little asshole. The head of my cock is pretty thick, and no matter how much Tammy relaxes, I have to really work it in. That resistance is part of the fun. I spread Tammy’s ass cheeks apart, expanding that tiny hole as much as I could, and then with one hand, I pushed the head of my cock into the opening.

While I did this, Tammy was breathing deeply through her mouth, forcing herself to stay calm. After I’d gotten the head past her sphincter muscle and I slowly began working the shaft inside, she started gasping for air. Her face was contorted in pain. When my pelvis was pressed against her ass and my cock was all the way inside, I stopped moving until Tammy’s body finally relaxed and she grinned. “You gonna stay there all day,” she asked.

My thrusts were slow and methodical at first, but it wasn’t long before she started grunting and cursing and egging me on. “Come on, Nick. Harder. Fuck my ass harder. Faster. Just like that. Yes, faster. Fuck my ass, Nick. Faster.”

Brad has no idea how much his wife likes to get fucked. Not made love to. Fucked. She likes a cock rammed inside her and she likes someone grabbing her ass and pulling at her hair and calling her a filthy slut. Brad won’t do these things, but I will. And I do. And the way she started screaming told me I was doing it the way she liked. I fucked her so hard and fast my pelvis made slapping sounds as I slammed against her buttocks. And she convulsed and screamed, "Oh, GOD!!!” and then I thrust inside her as deep as I could and blew my load, cumming so hard my head spun and her scream became this low moan and then a growl and she said, “Ohhhh, yes! Fantastic!” And it was.

Like I said, we’ve got it down to a science. We cleaned up, dressed and made the bed with five minutes to spare. We’d even had three tables set up by the time Brad got back.

The barbecue was a big success. Even better, Brad’s boss had too much to drink and Brad needed to drive him home. Tammy and I spent a good half hour locked in the bathroom fucking again.

Brad has no idea. In fact, he told me last week that his boss is sending him to a three-day seminar in Detroit and would I hang out with Tammy while he’s gone so she doesn’t get lonely?

I said, “Sure, Brad. No problem. What are friends for?”

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