Britt

The minute he put his hands on me, I melted. I had thought about this moment forever, never dreaming it would come true.

I tried my damnedest to hide it, but in a little less than a minute I was wet. I knew that Chase was aware of it too: I had climaxed. And with nothing more than the touch of his finger on my clit. Once again, I was imagining what it might be like to have his cock inside of me.

I reached for his zipper. His erection was trying its best to poke through his jeans. I smiled to myself because he was getting hard…because of me. As I looked him in the eye, I could hear myself say, “Are you going to let me do this?”

He said nothing. He just stood there with a blank look on his face. But he didn’t tell me to stop. Two brief seconds later, I was holding his cock in my hand. I was not disappointed. I had imagined holding Chase’s cock for so long that I had built this image of it in my mind. As I said, I was not disappointed in the least.

It was hard to imagine, but he was getting harder by the second, and glistening with precum. I had made him so excited he was already leaking. For me!

Before I tell you what happened next, let me provide a little background.

My name is Brittney, but I’ve gone by Britt forever. I’m not sure why my folks didn’t just name me that, but oh well. My live-in boyfriend since high school’s name is Jayden. He works with Chase, whose wife’s name is Marissa. Those are the players in my story. Now, ever since Jayden and Chase started working at the same shop, the four of us have been virtually inseparable. Not only do we all get along well, but Marissa has become the sister I was never blessed with. That’s where my problem begins. I love her. And I have become infatuated with Chase. I think about him day and night. I think about him when I’m in the shower, and worst of all, I think about him when I’m with Jayden.

The only thing my mind thinks about is having sex with Chase, making love to Chase, screwing Chase, and downright fucking Chase, morning, noon, and night. The only thing he would ever have to do is acknowledge that he wants me too, and my pants would be off…in a heartbeat, or faster. I’ve even not worn panties on occasion, hoping that he might accidentally catch a glimpse of me and, in my mind, inquire if I’m available.

BUT, and that’s a big but, I don’t ever want anything to get in the way of my friendship with Marissa. Sometimes when our conversations are about the four of us, I quietly make little remarks about how the two guys are so much alike and how we might not be able to tell them apart if we ever got totally shit-faced and started fooling around. Marissa seems to change the subject very discreetly and never comments back. I’ve even hinted about having a little one-on-one between her and me, and she avoids that too.

Jayden is good to me. I have no complaints. He makes good money, we have a nice house, and he doesn’t ask for much-at least nothing more than I’m willing to give. I’ve chosen to work outside the home to keep busy and have enough spending money that I don’t ask him for anything.

IF I were to wish for anything, it would be for Jayden to be a little bit more adventurous in bed. Don’t misunderstand, sex is good, and I climax more often than I don’t, but it’s old-fashioned boy-on-top most of the time. The only time we spice things up, and by that, I mean positionally, is when we go out, and I see that he’s about to get snockered, so I back off and stay a little sober. That’s when I can take advantage of him and get on top, do a bit of cowgirl sitting, and get myself off long before we finish.

But back to my fascination with Chase. From time to time, Marissa used to share little tidbits about their sex life with me. Both of them were a tad adventurous. I used to hear tales of how they did it at the drive-in. And I’m not talking about just doing it in the back seat; I’m talking about him bending her over and fucking her on the hood of the car, knowing that they were being watched. Or one time when they were at this beach, and there was a lifeguard stand in the water at the deep end of the swimming area, and they fucked in the water right in front of him while he pretended not to watch, just before he dove into the water to hide his very noticeable hard-on. Or when they went back at night, swam out, and screwed on the lifeguard stand.

She told me that her favorite time was when they covered up with a blanket and fucked in the middle of the crowd watching the fireworks on the Fourth of July. She said that orgasming to the boomers was simply awesome. Her moans and groans blended right in with the crowd’s oohs and aahs, not to mention climaxing with the grand finale.

I would give my eye teeth to experience any one of her amorous adventures.

Now, back to me and Chase. Jayden had a golf date with one of his other buddies and had forgotten about what he had planned for him and Chase to do that day. When Chase stopped by and found out, and complained that Marissa had made plans with her mother for the day, he said that he had no idea what to do next. So, I, being the good friend that I am, offered him a cold beverage and asked him to stay a while.

Now, to be fair, conversations between Chase and me were always a little crude and sexy, always in a joking manner, and always in front of either Jayden or Marissa, or both. It was nothing for me to say things to him like, “If you ever get tired of her, I’ll hide you in the attic,” or something stupid like that. Or more often it was, “If you ever get tired of her, do me.”

The morning in question, our conversations covered a broad range of subjects, but once something was mentioned with sexual overtones and I stood a bit too close to him, he warned me to not get any closer. Of course, I did just the opposite and snuggled in close.

“What’s the matter, not getting enough at home?” I asked rather bluntly, but with a chuckle.

Chase hung his head and stared at the floor.

“Sorry,” I said. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” he said. “Hasn’t Marissa said anything to you?”

“About?”

“I shouldn’t say.”

“Chase, you know I love you guys, both of you. You can tell me anything.”

“Ever since her mom and dad were killed in that accident, well, Marissa hasn’t been, you know, interested…”

“Chase, are you telling me that you two aren’t having sex?”

He shook his head. I knew if I ever thought about taking advantage of a situation, this was my moment.

“I should probably leave,” he said.

“No,” I demanded. “Her folks died a year ago. You’ve gone without all that time?”

He nodded.

“You must be ready to explode.”

He laughed quietly.

“Look, we won’t be interrupted. I’d be more than happy to help you out.”

“What are you saying, Britt?”

“Chase, I meant it when I said I love you. I always have since the day we met. You are my fantasy guy, well, you and Brad Pitt, and I’d do anything for either of you. And since you are here and he isn’t, you win.”

“What about Jayden? He’s my best friend and your husband.”

“Not technically. We’ve never officially married, but that has nothing to do with you and me right here right now. And nobody ever has to know about anything once you walk out that door. So, either turn around and walk away, or don’t.”

That’s when I took a step closer, and he didn’t move, except to slide his hand into my shorts. Of course, I willingly let him. Unobstructed by any underwear on my part, he cupped my mound and slid his finger onto my clit. I instantly responded by wetting myself, and I ain’t talking pee.

I had no choice but to kiss him. After all, if he’s going to finger me, he can kiss me too. We played tonsil hockey until I came again. This time, I soaked his entire hand and the inside of my thighs. That’s when I went for his zipper.

Once I had his cock in my hand, I knew I needed to taste it. I licked the precum as if I was licking an ice cream cone. He was hard enough to hang a wet bath towel on him. I don’t mean to compare, but Jayden wasn’t in the same league as Chase. I wanted him more than ever now. I couldn’t wait to get naked for him, but first I wanted his manhood to join my molars and took him in as far as I could before I gagged a bit. There was not going to be any deep-throating this guy, but I was more than willing to suck with all my might and hope to satisfy him by not pulling off when he let loose. And let loose he did, with about a year’s worth. I couldn’t swallow fast enough. Most of his swimmers ran down the front of me.

Suddenly he jerked backwards, and I lost my grip.

“Oh, my God,” he said. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

I smiled. “I did. So, don’t worry. It’s fine.”

“Now what?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I would like to fuck properly,” I said while ridding myself of my clothes. I presented my naked body to him and said, “I’m all yours. Take me and do what you will with me. Anything you want…I won’t say no.”

Chase picked me up and carried me upstairs to my bed. He gently laid me down and hovered over me.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“More now than ever,” I said as I pulled him closer. His erection pressed against me.

“You need better aim,” I said.

Chase whispered in my ear, “Guide me in.”

He lifted just a bit so that I could take him by the shaft and place his cock against my labia.

“You shouldn’t have any trouble finding your way from here,” I said, and sure enough, he pushed his dick right on up and in.

I let out a little whimper as he entered me.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, Chase. I’ve just waited for this moment forever. Take me.”

“Not yet. I’m just going to go real slow until I feel you orgasm.”

I started laughing.

“Is that funny?”

“If you only knew how intense my orgasm was the moment you were inside me.”

“Well then, get ready.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I soon found out.

Chase began plunging into me as if he was trying to make himself cum as fast as he could. Then, on one furious backstroke, he pulled right out altogether. I was numb and disappointed at the same time.

He whispered in my ear to roll over. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind until he pulled me up by my hips until I was on my knees, then took me from behind and started his rapid-fire motion again. I lost count of how many climaxes I had. It began to feel like one long one. In other words: pure ecstasy.

Again, he suddenly stopped. This time I felt a bit of pressure at my back door.

Now, before I tell you what happened next, let me just say that nobody ever, and I mean ever, had been there before. Sexually or otherwise. That’s an outie, not an innie. Until that day.

“You okay with this?” he asked.

“Whatever you want,” I answered. “I’m all yours.”

I felt a bit of pressure, then a bit more. He was gentle with me, but kept pushing until his balls hung against my labia. Then Chase began to pull out. But he didn’t pull all the way out; he pushed in again, and again, and again. It began to feel pretty good, especially on the outstroke.

He asked me again if I was okay. I just grunted an “Uh huh.”

His pace picked up again temporarily until I felt a couple of deep plunges, and then he held perfectly still, squeezed my hips, and grunted loudly.

As Chase slowly removed his cock from my ass, it was clear to me that he came in my ass as his little spermies oozed their way out.

I rolled one way, and Chase rolled the other way. We lay staring at the ceiling, and he said, “We really did that, didn’t we?”

I couldn’t say a thing. I just smiled.

Chase managed to overcome the guilt he felt by betraying Marissa, and I still pleasure him any time he wants me. As for Jayden, so far, all is good between him and me too, and will be as long as he doesn’t find out about Chase and me.

And me? I have no problems taking care of two men; in fact, I’m thinking of expanding to three. My neighbor gives me strange looks as Jayden and Chase rotate through my door. It might be time to invite him over for coffee. Just sayin’.