My best friends wife.
written by:
Billy Jack

My best friend's wife ---- By Billy Jack

The first time I'd met Larry's wife Cynthia, my cock grew so hard and so fast that I felt like I would blow my load in my own pants. She was drop dead gorgeous. She stood around five feet two inches tall, dark complected, and she had a body I would kill to get my hands on.

Her long dark wavy hair hung well past her shoulder, and I couldn't remember ever seeing a strand of hair out of place. She was a stickler with her looks. I think she put make-up on before she went to bed so that she would wake up looking good.

Larry was one of the nicest guys I'd ever met, but when it came to looks, he married well out of his league.

He stood only five feet seven inches tall, while I stood six feet one inch tall. He was redheaded, and it was the color of red that, to me, looked nasty. It was almost like a burnt red with a little yellow tint in it. He had a beer belly that made his body look unbalanced, while I had an athletic frame. I couldn't figure how he was able to land such a gorgeous woman, and I couldn't even buy a date.

I'd been told that my personality was second to none, but since I was so shy it was hard for me to approach women to strike up a conversation. Even when I saw women staring at me I couldn't work up the nerve to approach them, and I knew I'd passed up a lot of golden opportunities.

I could talk to any woman in the world, unless I was attracted to them. If they approached me first, then I was fine, but if I had to make the initial move I was screwed.

Cynthia was always nice to me, in fact she was so friendly I couldn't decide whether it was just her personality, or if she had a little crush on me. With my shyness I knew I'd never know. I couldn't even talk to her unless she struck up a conversation. After I said hi to her, I went silent, and unless she wanted to talk, I would stand like an idiot, quiet as a church mouse.

When I was with Larry I always wanted Cynthia to join us. I couldn't take my mind off of her, or her luscious body. I wanted her so badly that my body hurt. I knew if I could talk to her, and put my boyish charm to work, I may have a chance to tap her, but until I worked out my shyness I knew I would remain alone.

"Hi Bobby," Cynthia said as she opened her front door for me to enter their small frame house. "Larry's in the basement, he'll be right up. Would you like a beer?"

"If it's not too much trouble," I answered almost timidly. "If you and Larry are busy I can come back another time."

"Don't be silly," she answered me, "you're always welcomed here. Of all of Larry's friends I like you best. The rest act like jerks around me."

I didn't think they acted like jerks actually, I think they just spent most of their time when they were around her flirting with her. It seemed that most of, if not all of Larry's friend's, felt like I did, and it was with a deep embedded crush on the beautiful woman.

"Hey Bobby," Larry said as he rounded the corner to set his fishing equipment next to the door. "I'll be ready in a sec."

Larry always called me Bobby, although I preferred to be called Bob, but since he didn't do it out of orneriness I never said anything. He'd even gotten his wife to where she was calling me Bobby, but coming from her it sounded like a beautiful song.

"I bet those fish are biting like crazy,' he told me as he opened the door to take the equipment out to put in my truck. "Hey buddy, would you mind if Cynthia came along? She doesn't want to fish, she only wants to get out of the house and get some sun.

"She's always welcome to join us, anytime," I said while trying not to look too excited. "You're lucky to have a wife who wants to do things with you. Billy's wife won't do anything with him, and I can see that it bothers him."

"Yea," he said as scrunched his eye as he tried to remember who Billy was, "but if I recall right, isn't his wife a real bitch? Maybe he was the lucky one that she didn't want to go with him."

"Yea," I answered my buddy, "but maybe, if they did things together, maybe she wouldn't be such a bitch."

"Who's a bitch?" Cynthia asked as she rounded the corner with the carry bag that held all of her important stuff. Like her sun screen, make-up, and even more make-up.

Cynthia sat in the middle for the forty minute trip to the lake. Each time her leg touched mine my cock would jump. When I looked down and saw her bare leg I started to hate Larry for having it so good, but then when I thought about it, the hate dissipated and turned to envy, and I'd wished I was Larry.

"So when are you going to get a girlfriend so we can double date?" Cynthia asked after she sat her hand on my knee. "You have got to get over your shyness, or you will die alone."

I had no idea she knew about my shyness. I'd just assumed she saw me as the strong silent type. I was amazed that she was so perceptive.

"I can't help it," I told her. "I've always been shy, even when I was in high school. Hell I didn't have my first date until I was a senior, and I was so shy she wouldn't go out with me on a second date. It's my own personal curse."

"If I set you up with one of my single girlfriends, would you go on a double date with us?" Cynthia asked.

Even though they'd been married for nearly seven years she still referred to it as a date when they went out. I loved her attitude and her way of thinking. Hell I loved everything about her.

"I don't know," I answered her honestly, "aren't you afraid I'll screw it up, and then your friend would hate you for putting her through it?"

"Hey. I think you'd make a great catch," she told me. "If you just let your hair down and got rid of that damn shyness, you would be fighting the women off."

"Yea right," I said with a chuckle. "I am the grand prize."

"Well you are," she told me as she squeezed my leg near my knee. "If I wasn't already married, you would have to fight me off."

"Then dump the bum and let's run off to Jamaica and live in a little grass hut," I told her jokingly as I slid my hand over her shoulder and jabbed my buddy on the arm.

When I pulled my arm back I could swear I heard her moan, but then when I thought about it later, I knew it had to just be my imagination. It must have been one of my many fantasies that I had of her.

Within four and a half hours we limited out on bass. We each had five bass in the live well, with the smallest at two and a half pounds, and the biggest, the one I caught, at six and a half pounds. We planned to filet the bass and keep them in his freezer, then when we had enough we'd have a big fish fry and make a day of it.

Even though I was dead tired I hated to leave Larry's. When I was around Cynthia I felt more alive than at any time. I had a crush on her that was near the danger point. But I knew I could keep it under control, I'd had plenty of experience of loving from afar.

I own a small manufacturing company with three hundred employees who build small parts for Chrysler and General Motors, and by having the best plant manager in the state, I didn't have to spend much time at the factory, except for Fridays, and then I'm there most of the day. The rest of the days I go in early in the morning to check the stats for the day before, and that whole week, and then I'd go and do whatever I wanted. I'd been remodeling the house I'd bought earlier that year, so after I got back from the factory I spent the rest of the day swinging hammers, hanging drywall, shooting screws, and cutting two by fours to add rooms to the basement.

I had been busy all week, and I was ready for a break. I decided I would finish up what I could today, go to the factory tomorrow morning, and then take the rest of the day off to rest up.

Just as I pulled a cold beer from the refrigerator the phone rang.

"Hi Bobby," the sexy voice said over the airwaves. "This is Cynthia. Do you have time to talk?"

"I've always got time for you," I told her as I felt a stirring in my jeans. "What's up?"

"I've got a friend who is a physiologist," she said as I sat back and waited for her to tell me she had a date lined up for me. "I told her about your shyness, and she is going to meet with me later today to tell me how best to get you over it, so that you can feel more confident with women.

She has some good exercises that she said you can do. She's going to teach me them so that I can teach you. Are you busy tomorrow? Maybe you can come by while Larry's at work, maybe we can try the exercises out. I don't think you want to do them while Larry's here. He will just make fun of us."

"You got that right," I said with a snicker. "He would have a field day with me. Okay, how about ten tomorrow morning?

"Wow," she said in bewilderment, "that was what time I was going to suggest. See you tomorrow. Be good and be safe, and until tomorrow, stay out of trouble."

I couldn't imagine what kind of exercises she could come up with. Probably some type of role playing. I'd never been alone in Larry's house with Cynthia, and my nerves were already starting to creep up on me. I hoped I wouldn't go over and make an ass of myself.

By ten o'clock the next morning I was anxious and extremely nervous. I wanted to call and cancel to keep from making an idiot out of myself, but she went through so much trouble that I felt obligated.

"I got some great exercises for us to do," Cynthia told me after she invited me in. "They're guaranteed to work, but you must have confidence in yourself first, and that is what we are going to work on today."

"Sounds great," I said and then followed up with a little humor. "Where can I buy me some of that confidence?"

"No horsing around," she said as she playfully slapped my upper arm. "Now let's get serious."

"Your right," I told her. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?"

"We are going to role play," she told me, as if I hadn't already guessed. "I will be a beautiful woman, and you pretend to be you."

"Easy so far," I told her with a wink and a smile, "and you don't even have to act to be the beautiful woman."

"That's sweet," she told me as he leaned in and kissed me on my cheek. "I wish all men were like you."

"Okay," I asked her, "what do you want me to do?"

"Okay," she started to tell me. "We will pretend we are at a nice bar. That counter separating the kitchen from the dining room will be the bar. I will be at the bar, and you act like you just walked in. When you see me you will think I am attractive, and you'll want to meet me. Now listen closely. Think about what you want to say to break the ice. Ask her what the bars best mixed drink is, or ask her if the drinks are reasonably priced at that bar. Remember to look in her eyes while you talk to her, and smile. You have a gorgeous smile, so make it work for you."

"Well aren't we full of compliments this morning," I said with a huge smile, to show her that I approved of what she said.

"Okay," she said after she smiled back, and her eyes sparkled. "Once you break the ice, don't let it die there. Compliment her on her shoes, or the way she wears her hair, or anything. Don't let the moment pass. Just keep talking. Ask questions about her. Just make sure it isn't all about you."

"I can do it," I said, although my confidence didn't seem peeked. "Let's do it."

After Cynthia moved to the counter I counted to ten while I built up my nerve, and then I moved up next to her.

"Hi," I said with a big smile. "What would you suggest as a drink, something smooth and tasteful?"

"Hi back," she responded as though she'd just met him for her first time. "I kind of like their whiskey sours."

"That sounds good," I responded without thinking too much into it. "I think I will try it. I don't come here often. Is the drinks reasonably priced?"

"They aren't too bad," she told me as she watched my facial expressions, "better than most anyway."

"You know," I said almost as an afterthought. "I can't help but notice your hair. You have the prettiest hair I've seen in a long time, and I love how you have it styled."

"Oh," she said while playing out the part as if it were real. "This old rat's nest, I really need it cut."

"I think it looks really nice. I'm not a beautician, but what I see I like," I told her as I looked at her hair with admiration.

"Really?" She asked while trying to put on a surprised look. "I'm Carrie. Order that drink and let's find a table where we can sit and talk."

I didn't know how far she wanted me to take it, so I raised my hand as though I was signaling the bar tender to come take my order.

"That was pretty good," she said as she took my hand in her and lightly squeezed. "Now let's go sit on the sofa and pretend it's a booth. Oh, and I almost forgot, you didn't introduce yourself to Carrie after she introduced herself."

I took the palm of my hand and smacked myself in the forehead as though I'd had a brain fart, and she couldn't help but laugh at my reaction.

"Now make yourself comfortable," she told me as she looked in my eyes and smiled. "Put your hand on the back of the booth and let your fingers lightly touch my shoulder closest to you."

When I felt my fingers touch her bare shoulder I could feel my cock start to harden, and I'd wondered if I'd be able to talk now.

"Now ask her some non-personal questions while you lightly rub her shoulder. And occasionally take her hair between your fingers and rub it as though you like how it feels."

"I haven't gone out in a while," I started out with while I looked in her eyes and smiled. "Are there any more good bars in the area that I should check out?"

"Well this is my favorite," she told me as she lowered her hand and set it on my leg. "But I do like the one off of Main Street also."

When she touched my leg it was as though my throat slammed shut. I couldn't do anything but squeak.

"Now did you notice I put my hand on your leg?" She asked as she giggled at my reaction. "That means I'm interested in you. So touch my hair a little longer, and then slide your arm over my shoulder, and you may want to act like you're stretching, but make it look comical. Make it look like it is a funny ploy to get your hand around her. If she giggles at the way you do it, then you did it right."

I played with her hair for several more seconds, and then I leaned back and acted like I was stretching, but with a big smile on my face. I made sure she saw the smile as I slid my hand over the top of her shoulder and set it down gently.

When she giggled I knew I'd done the part well. I was feeling a little more comfortable to where I could speak now, so I felt I'd already made a lot of improvement. When I felt the heat from her body on my arm I felt a strong need to take her in my arms and kiss her. But I knew I couldn't, hell it was my best friend's wife.

"Now, while you are talking to me slowly move your face closer to mine. Let her know that you desire to kiss her, but move slow enough that if she doesn't want to she can move away without making it embarrassingly noticeable," she told me as thought she was about to teach me about the birds and the bees. "And then when you're close, and if she doesn't pull away, lean the rest of the way in and kiss her."

"Are you serious?" I asked as my heart raced at a mile a minute. "Do you want me to really kiss you?"

"You want to learn don't you?" She asked me as she started to wonder if I even wanted to. "We can't just stop before the exercise is over, or you won't have it right."

When she mentioned that she was in college for fashion designing I started asking questions about her plans for after school, and all the while I was moving in slowly. When I was within an inch from her face I leaned in and kissed her quickly and then pulled back.

"What the hell was that?" She asked as she leaned back and gave me a harsh look. "That was a kiss like you would give a long lost relative that you hadn't seen in years. You do know how to kiss don't you?"

"Of course I do," I answered a little too sharply. "I didn't know how far to take it."

"This is role playing," she told me sternly, "so do it right this time."

When our lips touched this time I felt like I was about to pass out. I'd wanted to kiss her for so long that when I finally got to, I thought I'd mess it up.

I couldn't believe how soft her lips were, or how much heat radiated from her. I could hear her moan softly as I slowly twisted my head a little to each side so I could get the full effect.

When I pulled away her eyes were half shut and she was dead silent for the longest time.

"Wow," she said as she slowly opened her eyes. "I've never been with such a good kisser as you. That was hot!"

"You weren't so bad yourself," I said with a proud look on my face.

"Is there more from where that came from?" She asked as she leaned back in towards me.

This time when we kissed she eased her tongue in my mouth and started to battle my own tongue. I felt my blood pressure rising at a rate that could cause me to pass out, but I wasn't about to break away from her kiss. I'd never been so turned on in my life.

Without pulling her lips from mine she moved up on her feet and straddled my lap and set down to face me. She shocked me when she took my hand and raised it to her breast. I pulled my hand back with a shocked look on my face.

"We can't do this," I half ass pleaded. "Larry is my best friend. I can't do this too him."

"I think it's time I tell you something," she said as she moved off my lap, "but first let me go get us both a beer. I think we'll both need one."

While she was in the kitchen I tried to re-adjust my raging hard-on so that she wouldn't notice it when she got back, but I was so hard that I knew there was no way to hide it.

"Here you go," she said as she handed me my beer. "Okay, where do I start? Well I guess the best place is at the beginning.

Before me and Larry got married he was afraid I'd grow tired of him and leave him, so he told me that I could see other guys on the side, in fact he encouraged me to. Then he'd want to hear all about it after I came home from a date.

Well naturally I refused to do it. Hell I didn't know anyone else that I wanted to sleep with, that is until he brought you home. After you left that first night, while we were lying in bed, he started to talk about you. He said of all the people he knew, he would like to see me go out you.

I agreed with him of course, and when we made love that night he asked me to close my eyes and pretend I was with you, and he even wanted me to use your name if I screamed out."

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My best friend wanted me to fuck his wife, and then have her tell him about it afterwards? My head was spinning like a top while I sat back and listened.

"It was his idea to get you over here to seduce you today," she said as she took my hand in hers and held it affectionately. "He was the one who has a doctor for a friend, and he was the one who set it up for me to talk to him and see how I can help you loosen up.

Bobby, I've wanted you since the first night I'd met you, but you seemed so distant from me. I didn't think you liked me, at least not in that way."

"Hell," I told her as I studied her face. "I've wanted you so badly that I couldn't keep from getting hard when I'm around you. You have been my only fantasy for the past three years."

"So shall we move to the bedroom so I can have a good story to tell him?" She asked as she stood up and waited for me to join her.

When I just sat there she started to think that I didn't want her, and she looked hurt.

"Cynthia," I said when I saw the hurt expression on her face. "This feels so weird. I've never slept with any friend's wives before. I don't know if I will be able to satisfy you."

"I've got a feeling you won't have to worry about that," she said as she reached in and took my hand and pull me off the sofa. "Now let's go to the bedroom and fulfill each other's fantasies."

When she got to the side of the bed she turned to face me and moved into my arms and hugged me tight. When our lips touched I felt a passion I didn't know even existed. I was a point where I physically needed her. I needed to make love to her unlike anyone I'd ever been with before. I needed to be the one who'd make her scream out in ecstasy.

While we kissed she unbuttoned her blouse as fast as she could. After she had her blouse and bra off she took my hand and placed it on her bare C sized tits. When I felt her nipple pressed against the palm of my hand our passion grew tenfold, and we kissed like two lovers that had been separated for years. Our breathing grew rapidly, and I knew she could feel the heat radiating from my face as I felt hers.

I slowly massaged her breast as I took in the hottest sensation I'd ever known. I wanted to rip her clothes off and bury my head between her gorgeous legs, but I also wanted to drag it out so that I could enjoy her that much longer.

I moved my mouth from hers and kissed her chin before I moved to her neck and gently kissed and suck all around the base of her jaw line. I could hear her moans growing louder, and it made me that much more excited, and to want her that much more. I had to have her. My life would seem meaningless at this point if I didn't take her. I just had to burn it in my brain that this was not a lifetime deal, that she was still married to my best friend.

After I spent a few minutes necking with her, I kissed my way down her neck and onto her chest. I licked every square inch of both tits before I moved up and pulled a hard nipple in my mouth and started to gently nibble.

With the feel of her nipple, and the heat that came from her tits, I knew I wouldn't last long when we finally got down to making love. But I knew if anyone could keep my cock hard after I came, it would be Cynthia.

I took to her nipple like a child to chocolate, and I made sure before I moved any further, that she was ready for it.

I sucked her nipples for nearly five minutes before she put her hand on my chin and pulled me up.

"Sit on the bed," she purred, "and watch me undress. I want to make love to you, and I can't wait much longer."

After I moved onto the bed she slowly ground her hips to a song that only she heard. The way she moved as she unsnapped her jeans, and the way she tugged at them to lower them made me ever more excited than I had been only seconds earlier.

She took a good three minutes before she had her jeans and sexy red thong down her leg to lie at her feet.

"Now stand up," she told me sternly, "I want to undress you."

She kissed my neck with the lightest of kisses, and as she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it apart she kissed whatever skin was visible.

After she had my shirt off she used both hands to rub across my chest, and then she lowered her hands to my tits and lightly twisted my tiny nipples. The sensation of her touching me sent small electrical shocks throughout my body, and I knew if she took much longer, she would cause me to cum in my jeans, and then there would be a hell of a mess.

After she had my shirt off she moved her hands to my jeans and unsnapped them and then lowered my zipper. Before she edged my jeans down over my hips she slid her hand down the front of my jeans and wrapped her fingers around my cock.

"Ummm," she purred. "Someone's got a pretty nice sized cock, and it's leaking. I think I better get these off before you waste your sweet nectar on your pants."

Three minutes later we lay side by side on the bed. I lowered my mouth back to her nipple while I eased my hand down her stomach until I had it on her clean shaved pussy. She had a fatty mound, which I loved tremendously. I always hated when I was with a woman who was all skin and bones. She had just the right amount of stuffing to make my blood boil.

When I slid my hand between her legs and touched her clit she flinched and started to moan even louder.

"Oh Bobby," she moaned. "I love how you touch me. You've gotten me so wet."

I slowly kissed down her stomach until my lips were on her mound, and I spent several seconds there before I rose on my knees and moved down to her feet. When I opened her legs she raised her head and smiled at me.

"Oh God," she moaned, "I was hoping you ate pussy. Larry doesn't like to. He says it gags him. He tries, but he just can't do it for very long."

When I lowered my mouth to her pussy she could see that I wasn't going to gag, and that in fact, I ate it as though I was doing it solely for myself. She loved it that I put so much into my love making. She missed oral sex so much that she nearly came when she thought about me going down on her.

"I've never squirted before," she whispered with a voice that was so low I barely heard her. "Would you please make me? I've heard so much about how it feels, I want to feel it."

I had no doubt, if she was the least bit capable of squirting, before I got done with her, she would squirt.

When I slid my tongue onto her clit it was as though it was the first time I'd ever done it to anyone. Her swollen clit stuck out a good half inch past her lips, and it was just big enough for me to pull it into my mouth.

The swollen nub was hard to the touch, but in my mouth it felt as soft as a piece of melted candy. I couldn't get enough of her inside my mouth, and I sucked and nibbled while her body thrashed up and down on the mattress.

"Oh my God Bobby," she said louder than even she realized, "that feels so fucking good. Please don't stop. I want you to make me cum in your mouth."

I licked her clit until I had her right on the edge, then I licked down her slit to her hole before I shoved as much of my tongue up inside her as I could. Although she preferred my tongue on her clit, with me tongue fucking her, it also had a huge effect on her.

Since Larry didn't like to eat pussy I could only assume that he didn't tongue fuck her asshole either, and I knew that when I did that to women it was what got even those who swore they weren't squirters to squirt. This was something I would do just for her.

I slid both my hands under her ass and lifted her up until I had her high enough that she could lay her legs on my shoulders and hold her body up, and then I pulled my tongue from inside her pussy and licked downward towards her anus.

"My God," she screamed. "What are you doing? Oh my God, are you going to eat my asshole? Oh Bobby, I'd heard how it feels, please tell me you are going to."

When she felt my tongue lick the outside of her asshole she sucked in a deep breath of air and held it in, and she didn't push it out until she felt my tongue penetrate her hole.

"Oh," she moaned at the top of her lungs, "oh, oh, oh. My God that's driving me crazy."

Her body twisted every way that a body could twist, and I had to hold her hips tightly to keep her from pulling away from me. It wasn't that she was trying to pull away, her body just went spastic, and she no longer had control.

"Ugh," she grunted, "I'm going to cum, and it's a biggie."

When her body tightened up and held that position for several seconds I knew she was there, so I sped up my tonguing action, and then I heard her scream, and she suddenly went limp, I readied myself for her onslaught of cum.

She splashed me so hard that it actually stung my cheeks. If I'd had my mouth over her pussy at the time there's no telling how much damage she'd have done. At the very least she would have caused me to choke, and possible drown in her cum.

I knew when she screamed that she would experience her first orgasm by squirting.

After she shot her last stream of cum out at me she quickly moved into me and hugged me tight to her chest as started to cry.

She couldn't believe how much more intense it felt to squirt. She'd never felt anything like it before.

After she was able to get composed she rose up and kissed me on the lips with purpose, and then she leaned back and stared into my eyes. "I knew you would be a great lover, but I never expected anything like what you gave me. I've never cum so hard in my life."

When she started to move down on me to suck my cock I pulled her back up.

"Hold off on that," I told her, "I want to save something for another time. To make you want to be with me again. Right now I want to take you doggie style. I want to look at that sweet ass while I fuck you."

Cynthia moved up on her hands and knees in the center of the bed, and she looked over her shoulders at my cock while I moved in behind her.

"You know," she said while she stared at my hard cock. "Larry had a big cock, but you are huge. I don't know if you'll be able to get that big thing up inside of me."

"You worry too much," I told her with a smile. "Relax, you'll do just fine."

I rubbed the head of my cock up alongside her clit and slowly slid it around for several seconds, and then I slid down her slit to get some of her juices to coat the head before I moved to her hole.

I slid just the head in and held still for several seconds before I pulled back out. Then I did it again, and shoved just a little more inside her before I pulled out again. The next time after I had the head in I slowly moved forward until I was buried deep inside her.

"Ugh," she grunted. "I've never felt so full before. I think your cock is pushed against my back wall. No one has ever done that before."

I didn't know how to respond to such a high complement, so I didn't say anything. I slowly worked up a rhythm until she was stretched enough to enjoy it, then I sped up until I was slamming up at her with all my might. Each time my body slammed at her she moaned and held her breath, then as I backed out she blew out in a big puff of breath to get ready for the next drive.

When I looked down at my cock as it moved in and out I saw the hottest asshole I'd ever seen. I wanted so badly to slide my cock up inside her and fuck her half silly, but then I decided to wait for another time. I would need to work her up to that. I was certain this wouldn't be our only time to spend together, and I wanted something special to look forward to.

Within four minutes she was shooting her cum out and soaking my lower body. When I looked down and saw that I'd gotten her to squirt from fucking her, it was what it took to send me over the edge, and while she drenched me in her cum, I filled her pussy with mine.

"My God," she silently cried after we moved up to the center of the bed. "I've never had such intense sex in all of my life. You are wonderful. I hope you will want me again, and soon."

"You and your body is what I will live for," I told her with a huge smile plastered on my face. "I enjoyed it as much as you did, I promise you that."

"But you didn't even let me suck your cock," she whined, "I wanted to taste your cum also."

"You will," I promised her. "But today I wanted to just concentrate on you and your satisfaction. Next time out, I promise, like it or not, you will suck my cock."

"Oh, I'll like it, I assure you," she said followed by a girlish giggle. "So when can I see you again?"

"Let's give it a few days," I told her, although if I had my way I'd see her every day if I could. "Think about it and make sure you want to, and if you do, then we can set something up."

After I left her house I went back home and crawled up in bed to watch a movie on the TV, and within ten minutes I was fast asleep.

The next day Cynthia called me to tell me that when Larry got home, and she told him everything we did, she said he'd gotten so horny that they fucked until three in the morning. Then she told me that Larry was more than alright with it, that he couldn't wait until we got together again.

Before I hung up we set up a date for Thursday morning. I would go to the factory, and then afterwards straight to her house. This time I would get that blowjob, and I may even crack that sweet ass.