My Wife Makes a New Friend

A follow-up from - "My Wife's Friends Save The Day."

Kay.

I woke slowly and blissfully happy. Her small arm was wrapped around my chest; her naked body pressed against mine, comforting and sensual. I kissed her small fingers and felt her smile, her muscles responding, hips pushing into my buttocks, fingers closing around mine. A few moments more and her hand travelled down my body, gripping the base of my hardening penis. I turned to face her and her tongue automatically entered my mouth. God, what had I done to deserve this?

In my teens, still in school, I'd been madly in love with Kay. Back then, she liked me too but we were both too young, both too shy to make it work. I'd walk her home every day in silence because neither of us had the courage to speak; crippled by embarrassment and insecurity. I never came close to working up the courage necessary to ask her out. Instead, heartbroken, I drifted off and for years she was just a painful memory; an arrow in my heart. That was until one day, out of the blue, Steven, one of my best friends from school, told me he was marrying her. Of course, there was a stab of jealousy but it was easily shoved aside because I have a genuine affection for my friend and I wanted him to be happy. And Kay too. Reacquainting with her gave me enormous pleasure and we both laughed at our earlier awkward dalliance. And here she was now, climbing on top of me with her lips locked on mine, sensually guiding her hips, teasing the tip of my cock with her labia, moaning seductively as my hard-on slowly penetrates her, pushing further still until all of me was inside her.

Her husband Steven is still my best friend. In fact, he's lying asleep beside us with his arm around my naked wife, Karen. His hand is cupped around her breast.

Kay's thrusting soon became more urgent. She sat up a little more so she could grind her clitoris against my pubic bone, forcing her cervix against the head of my cock. I wrapped my arm around her tiny waist, cupping her ass with my other hand, my fingertip beside her asshole. "Mmm. Yes. That's so nice." she breathed in my ear. We caught each other's eye for the first time and we both grinned conspiratorially, sneaking a look at our sleeping spouses beside us.

They weren't sleeping for long though as Kay's thrusts became more insistent. She was starting to shake the entire bed actually. Karen peered at us through half-closed lids and smiled broadly when she understood what was going on. Her nipple responded immediately, hardening in Steven's hand. His fingers closed around it spontaneously and she groaned, lips parting in sleepy ecstasy .

Kay was riding me like a rodeo horse now, thrashing herself wildly, guiding me to pull hard on her nipples, immensely turned on by her own exhibitionism. "Fuck me. Fuck me." she begged, arching her back with her arms behind her head. Karen's tiny hand stroked her ribs and inner thigh and Kay's tongue licked her teeth lustily as she watched her husband's hand massaging Karen's breast. Eventually Karen reached her hand behind Steven's neck and they started kissing and licking each other's tongues. "Fuck my cunt." Karen sighed seductively into his mouth, closing her eyes.

Kay's vaginal muscles clamped my cock in response as she started to cum. Her stomach went rigid and a sudden fluidic release occurred around my cock. She gripped my wrists with incredible strength, fucking me with her whole body, violent and desperate. Her thigh muscles clamped my sides and she pleaded through gritted teeth, "Cum inside me! Please! Please cum inside me."

I released everything, ejaculating deep inside Kay while beside me, my wife gasped as Steven's cock entered her. Karen's hand found mine as we shared this unforgettable moment of bliss.

Determined to fill Kay entirely, I released load after load after load, thrusting, pounding her cunt. Kay kissed me hard as we fucked, our teeth gently clashing. My thrusts forcing out of her little erotic breaths which I inhaled. Our shared climax was overwhelming and it was a long, long time before we regained ourselves. Kay collapsed on top of me, my penis still inside her, softening slowly. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and found her mouth with mine. Lazily we kissed and smooched like lovers, watching our spouses fuck like animals beside us.

"I love the way Karen's pussy stretches around a really huge cock." Kay confided, whispering in my ear. "I could watch it all day. It's like her cunt is actually sucking it."

My cock twitched inside her and her body flinched in response causing us to quietly giggle. God! I was getting hard again. Fuck!

-

Life has become something of a roller-coaster ride for me. My school-yard bully, James Thompson owns my wife completely now. Continuously uses and degrades her as he sees fit. It's difficult to reconcile with, even after all this time. She craves it. Being used. Submission is a drug for her so, I go along with it. For her. She wants it. I love her. I trust her. But God, it's humiliating. And painful. So, yes. These are the low points. The high points, on the other hand, are as I just described with Kay and Steven. Karen's sexual exploits have captivated our friends' imaginations utterly and completely, encouraging them to participate in a significantly more open attitude towards sex. We don't swing. We don't have orgies, etc. Our night with Kay and Steven was a fluke and totally unplanned. We all had a little too much to drink at dinner and we got a little carried away playing board-games, of all things, enjoying the company. Our love-making happened spontaneously and consensually.

As far as my friends go, Steven, Craig, Graham are the same as we've always been our whole lives; good mates. Our wives are something else! Karen is new to their group and they've embraced her completely. Sam, Michelle, Kay and Karen spend nearly every day together now, indulging in spa's and shopping, drinking, eating and what have you. Plus... they fuck each other constantly too. A fact which we husbands have unanimously agreed is just about the sexiest and best thing to have ever happened to us. Ever! Even though we're excluded from their lovemaking.

This may be a short-lived thing, what with human dynamics and complex relationships forever changing, but we all hope not. The four girls have never been happier than they are together. I hope it stays that way.

On our phones, Stephen, Graham, Craig and I all have the same desktop wallpaper. Our wives gifted it to us. Wrapped in each other's arms, our four topless wives are grinning beatifically at the camera, posing lewdly, presenting their gorgeous boobs. Sam and Karen are licking the tip of each other's tongues while Kay is cupping one of Karen's large breasts and Michelle is playfully biting her own finger. It's the most heart-stoppingly erotic image I've ever fucking seen. I'll cherish it always.

So, the high points get me through the low points. Low points such as the following.

It was our anniversary the other week and instead of going out, Karen and I decided to have a special night in, like we used to have years ago when we were broke and an Indian Takeaway was something of a momentous treat. We got dressed up for each other, set the table with candles, etc, and a meal that had taken me the best part of the afternoon to prepare. Dinner was wonderful. The wine was strong and we were happy, enjoying each other's company. But then a rattle of keys in the front door caught us both by surprise. Alarmed, I started to get up out of my chair but Karen stopped me. "It'll be James! I gave him a key!" She was fidgeting with excitement.

"You did what?" I cried, unable to believe my ears.

The front door slammed closed and sure enough, the awful prick appeared in our living room doorway, larger than life, grinning like a fucking polished matador.

"Don't get up." he immediately ordered Karen, who was beginning to rise. She was smiling up at him in a way that made me feel physically ill. Making no apology for interrupting, he scanned our table and strutted over, standing between me and my wife. He dumped a limp bouquet of flowers in my lap, distractedly playing with the strap of Karen's dress on her bare shoulder. Helping himself to a morsel of food from my plate he said to her, "Show me your tits." So much for small talk!

I started to object but with no hesitation whatsoever, Karen yanked her dress and bra down to her waist, revealing her startlingly naked torso. God, her full gorgeous breasts looked incredible in the candlelight .

"How are you doing, Willy?" James asked me insolently.

"Er... fine thanks. Apart from you interrupting our anniversary dinner that is."

James chuckled, "Aw, it's your anniversary, is it? Ooops. If only I'd known."

It was quite clear that he had known. It was the reason he was here, I was sure. He'd stopped in deliberately just to twist the knife.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his semi-erect cock, shoving it into Karen's keen mouth. "Please. Go on with your meal." he said, helping himself to another morsel of food, followed by a drink of my wine. Fucking hell! I couldn't look away. Karen's tiny mouth was stretched obscenely around his rock-hard penis. Her fingers were playing with his balls. She was on the edge of her seat, her head bobbing enthusiastically, her eyes staring up into his.

He took hold of her chin and removed his prick so he could pour wine into her open mouth. It splashed all over her face and chest causing her to laugh. Licking his cock-head she handed him the bottle from our table, squeezing her breasts around his prick, making small lusty groans. James poured the full bottle all over her face as he resumed fucking her mouth.

"Karen, you're sucking my cock like a hungry slut!"

"Oh, James... that's so fucking hot!" Her tiny hands gripped his massive rod as she made love to his penis. "I am a slut. I'm your little fuck-slut."

James grinned, nodding with approval.

"Can you fuck me in my little cunt please? Please, James! Please! I really need your beautiful fucking monster-cock stretching out my little cunny."

Little cunny? I thought, aghast. I couldn't believe this was happening.

"You can fuck my little asshole too if you like? I'm a filthy fucking little bitch, so it's okay."

James laughed admonishingly. "Karen! Is that any way to talk in front of your loving husband?"

Karen giggled and threw me secret wink. "He doesn't mind. he knows I'm a fucking dirty little whore. Please cum in my pussy! Please. My fertile little cunt is all for you baby. Fill me up."

"What about your anniversary dinner?"

"Fuck my anniversary dinner! I want cock! I only want your cum! Please! I'm a fucking horny bitch! I need your cum!"

James started ejaculating all over her beautiful face. He grabbed her jaw to aim his load but Karen already had her mouth wide open and tilted to receive. He shot load after load until her entire face and most of her hair was covered in goo. She sucked and swallowed every drop, licking his cock clean. Kissing his balls

He turned her chair so we could both admire the sight of her, topless and panting with lust, sperm dripping onto her heaving breasts, hair soaked with wine.

He took out his phone and aimed his camera, ignoring my objections. Karen spread her legs for him, fingering her panties and licking sperm into her mouth.

"Okay. Good. Enjoy the rest of your evening. Karen. I'll see you again real soon." To which she responded with an eager nod.

And out he walked!

When the outside door slammed to, I turned to say I-don't-know-what to my violated wife but I didn't get a word out as she literally pounced into my lap, ramming her tongue into my mouth, ignoring the sticky cum still covering her face, hair and breasts.

God, she fucked me nearly to death.

I'm a traumatized, hollowed-out shell after these encounters with James. Filled with doubt and insecurity. And ashamed by how fucking turned on I am, by all of it.

-

Samantha.

Sam and Graham though, they lifted my spirits back up. And filled me with enough reserve to endure Karen's next awful brush with Satan.

We stopped by Sam and Graham's in the afternoon on a whim, simply because we were passing by. When Graham opened the door though, holding a paint roller in his hand and speckled all over with yellow paint, I feared we'd overstepped. "Bad time?" I asked. "Never." he answered, looking genuinely pleased. He gave Karen a friendly kiss on the mouth. "We're decorating. Watch your backs and be careful where you step for Christ's sake. I've already stood in a tray of paint. Sam! We've got company!"

A small sound of alarm came from Sam somewhere in the back room. When Graham added, "It's Tom and Karen." she audibly went, phew! and replied cheerfully, "That's okay then. Come through."

We immediately understood her reticence to receive visitors when we saw her. She was wearing dungarees and nothing else. Her denim overalls hid her nipples but her voluptuous breasts were well on display and oh, my fucking God, she was beautiful enough to stop traffic. She beamed at us and gave us a sexy pose as Karen cheered with delight.

"They're not seeing anything they haven't seen before." Sam said to her husband and he agreed, chuckling. "Wanna help us paint?" he asked. "There's plenty of brushes."

We happily accepted, kicking off our shoes and rolling up our sleeves. Wearing sweater and jeans, we didn't particularly mind if our clothes got paint on them. The afternoon was a lot of fun. Graham cracked open the beers and Sam's scantiness added a lot of excitement and fun to our mood. Graham and I couldn't stop ourselves taking peeks over our shoulder as they worked on the opposite wall - we could see pretty much all of her naked back and the sight of her athletic muscles, and side-boobs too, of course, was incredibly hot.

"Watch this." Graham said to me. "Babe, you missed a bit up there. At the ceiling."

"I did? Where?" Sam reached up with her roller, standing on one foot, pulling the seat of her pants high up into her ass-crack. God. I nearly dropped my brush.

"Have I got it?"

"Nearly." Graham, answered innocently. "There's another bit over to your right. No. A bit further. Yes. Down a bit too. Lower. Almost. A bit lower."

"HEY!" Karen cried out. "They're trying to see your boobs!"

Graham and I burst out in schoolboy sniggers and actually blushed when Sam glared at us with feigned shock. "Cheeky fucking bastards!" she muttered making the three of us nearly piss our pants.

As we returned to our walls, Sam caught hold of my eye and clutched her overall bib together, flashing both of her naked breasts at me. I grinned from ear to ear and Graham saw me, catching her in the act. "WHA!" He let out a mock wail of anguish and Sam yelped, adjusting her bib way too slow to fool anyone.

"Did you just show Tom your fucking boobs? What the fuck! I can't believe you just did that!"

Her face was beet red but she was laughing with the rest of us.

"Samantha!" Karen pretended, "How dare you! That's my husband!"

Sam skipped playfully across the room towards me in bare feet and to everyone's surprise, unclasped her overalls, letting her bib fall to her waist. "Tom can see my boobs anytime he wishes." she giggled, jumping into my arms. I cuddled her tight, laughing.

"That's so fucking not right!" Graham objected. "Karen. Can I see your boobs?"

Karen grinned and rolled her eyes comically, pulling up her sweater and bra at the same time, exposing her incredible, mouth-watering breasts. Graham's mouth fell open and his eyes nearly popped out. Karen gave her boobs a little jiggle for him.

Sam turned in my arms to see, placing my hands on both of her breasts when, unexpected, her baggy dungarees fell off her hips and suddenly, I found myself holding a completely naked woman. Karen and Graham were genuinely shocked this time but Sam made no move to cover herself up.

Karen pulled her sweater and bra over her head and tossed them aside. To Graham, she asked. "I suppose you'll want to see my pussy too then?"

With both our wives completely naked, we returned to our painting but sporting full erections, our minds weren't exactly on the task at hand. Our trouser tents were the source of much hilarity for them and they mocked us mercilessly. A small price to pay, Graham and I wordlessly agreed, to enjoy their naked company.

"Oh my God! I've got the most amazing idea!" Sam chirped. "Let's do a Yves Klein body print of Karen!"

When she explained that Yves Klein was an artist in the 60's who painted nude women with blue paint and made them press their bodies against canvas, Karen was more than up for the challenge and passed Sam a brush.

Watching Sam paint Karen's body was erotic beyond belief. Graham and I watched in breathless silence, enjoying the sight of Karen's nipples responding as the brush coated them with the delicious ochre paint. Sam kissed Karen's bald pubic mound before coating it, taking care not to get paint within any unwanted folds.

Carefully, Sam positioned Karen against an unpainted wall and pressed her to the surface like she was a potato printing block. She held her there by pressing her own body flat against hers, stroking her arms and breathing on her neck.

The four of us stepped back, critiquing the body print as art critics would a contemporary work of art in a prestigious gallery. It was, technically, exactly that; a work of art. Round breasts, belly and voluptuous thighs, it was a perfect representation of the feminine.

"Let's do you now!" Karen said to Sam.

Karen painted Sam but instead of using a brush, she used her hands, dipping them into the pot of paint before lovingly massaging them all over the willing body of her friend. Karen asked Graham and I to press Sam to the wall because Sam was too tall for her. Really, she just wanted to enjoy the spectacle and sat on the carpet in the centre of the room with her arms behind her, soles of her feet together, legs splayed wide, her beautiful vulva unashamedly on display.

Graham and I made sure to press every part of Sam against the wall. Especially her ass. Maybe we took longer than was necessary but as our hungry hands caressed her, she didn't seem to mind.

Her body print was surprisingly different from Karen's, Graham and I observed with interest. Taller than Karen, Sam's parts were sleeker, more stretched out but every bit as alluring. The contrast was so distracting that we didn't notice for some time that Karen was eating Sam's pussy with fervour as Sam towered over her with her long legs far apart. Both her hands were buried in Karen's long hair and she was fucking her face.

Graham and I nearly died!

Spread-eagled, Karen wanked her own pussy frantically, her tiny fingers digging in and out of her slick, glistening hole. Sam's ass cheeks literally twerked and the muscles in her back strained with exertion and even under all that paint, her six-pack was visible as she manically thrust her hips.

Graham and I stood watching in awe. Jesus walking on water wouldn't have been half as impressive as this miraculous sight.

Sam's tits were bunched together and looked incredible, her nipples like bullets. "Touch them." she ordered me, licking the air with her tongue. She moaned with pleasure as I tweaked them hard between my fingers. Her tongue beckoned mine and we thrust our mouths together, our tongues ravenous.

Graham's trousers were gone and he was positioning himself between my wife's legs. When Karen felt his hands encircle her thighs, she lifted her ass off the floor, spreading her pussy lips apart for him to fuck. She groaned loudly into Sam's cunt as Graham's cock penetrated her.

Eating me alive, lost in passion, Sam's hands scrabbled blindly at my belt buckle. As soon as I freed my aching prick, Sam swung her leg up and impaled herself on it, ramming home my full length with one thrust. "Oh, fuck!" she screamed loud enough to be heard outside.