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Sophie studied the wine in her glass. Had she drunk too much of this delicious rosé? Kat nudged her other arm.

"Well, say something", chuckled Kat, "you look a little stunned."

"Girlfriend, it isn't every day that a friend proposes something like that. In fact this must be unique, surely?" Soph took another sip of the alcohol.

Okay, Soph had not made a secret of the fact that she had had the hots for Katrina's husband; it was a long-standing source of amusement between the friends. From their wedding day Kat had taunted Soph with intimate details of their love-life. True too that, although she wasn't still married, Soph shared details of her love-life with her best friend.

But this? It couldn't be true, it was just another one of Kat's devices to get her friend drooling - both at mouth and in her panties. The pair occasionally played a silly game of telling raunchy stories - in fact detailed stories - to see who made the crotch of their underwear wet the first. Of course the stories had to be true; perhaps with a just little embellishment.

The pair would meet at the home of one or other and, fuelled by a bottle or two of wine would sit crossed-legged facing each other. It was stipulated that each had to be naked. Naked of course but for a pair of panties of choice. Then on a flip of a coin the winner began with a story of perhaps a latest sexcapade. It had to be short - no long, drawn out tales. Two minutes and it was the other's turn. They were allowed to use their hands on their own bodies to illustrate various moves, etc. Strictly speaking, one friend was not allowed to "check" the other's crotch for signs of arousal.

Too much wine and invariably the whole thing turned into a wrestle with fingers scrabbling at crotches, sharp finger nails scratching sensitive areas. More than once one friend had insisted that the other kiss-better a nasty weal right at the point where a pantie crotch had been torn aside and a finger nail had ploughed a furrow along a smooth lip.

The biggest pit-fall of the game was that if the story-teller made too good a job of the details of the story, it was she who was in danger of causing her own juices to flow.

The stories were often interrupted by giggles of, "You so did not do that, did you?" or, "ooh you horny little cow!" or, "eek, you let him do that? OMG, how lucky are some undeserving girls!" or just an outright, "fuck!"

Of course there was almost never a winner although claims and counter claims were made. Each girl finished up dragging off their butt a pair of saturated knickers that by rights ought to have been consigned to the waste bin.

Kat had once revealed that she had 'misappropriated' a pair that Soph had discarded and then forgotten. She had deliberately put them in the wash basket knowing that her husband had that weird guy thing of sniffing dirty undies. It was the content of one of her stories that they had disappeared and were never found again that one night had seen Soph as the outright, undisputed winner in the 'wet knicker' contest. Kat had alluded to but never explicitly claimed that her husband had "done you-know-what in them". Soph had made sure that she didn't lose that winning pair.

"Yes, but what do you say? I know that you want to. I've seen you look at him in that way".

Soph tried an indignant look which she didn't quite carry off. "And just what way is 'that way'? You cheeky sod?"

Kat laid her cool fingers on her friend's bare arm. "Oh, you know.. . I kept looking at your feet, waiting for your knickers to fall around your ankles.. ."

Soph poked out her tongue, "Yes, yes. Okay, so I am short-sighted and didn't know just who I was looking at".

"Lying toad, I was across the room from you and could smell your.. .", she looked around the wine bar and lowered her voice, "over-heated pussy". Her friend's nearness to the truth put a grin on Soph's face. "Cow!" She whispered. Kat wasn't going to let her friend off the hook - she needed an answer. "it's you or.. ." "Don't you bloody dare!" cut in Soph. "If he is going to cheat it's going to be with me; and only to protect your interests." She stood up. "You can pay, I need to get into the fresh air". Kat was left at the table staring at her friend's swaying butt as she made for the exit. Mentally, she pumped the air, "yesss".

"Oh don't be so stupid, as if I would be.. ." but Soph didn't get to finish the claim as her friend had taken the opportunity afforded by Soph's relaxed sitting position in the car to dive her hand to her crotch. Then there was no point in denying it; talk of her having a liaison with Kat's husband had had the effect that Kat wanted.

"You are going to be so bloody easy for him if I actually let you get this wet pussy near him". Kat held up her fingers as if they were dripping.

Puffing out her not insubstantial chest and poking out her tongue, Soph teased her friend. "Used to a dried up old bag is he?"

"So yes, you'll do it?" Kat's eyes pleaded. "You've guessed by now of course that I have a lover". Admitted Kat.

Sophie acted shocked but her friend's revelation didn't shock her at all; a little surprised maybe. If Her husband wasn't at least a little suspicious then he deserved to lose her. But was it right to take advantage of his vulnerability - and he would be vulnerable when he was told of the situation.

Kat had other ideas.

"Look hun," Kat looked into Sophie's eye with a new intensity. "I know I'm flattering myself here but he is going to be devastated when he finds out that I have taken a lover.. ." She fluttered her eyelashes trying to look innocent - and failing, in Sophie's eyes. "And you are so bloody good at seduction. Go get him.. . please Soph".

Soph turned her head from her friend. What a back-handed compliment. But it made her feel good. Besides, to finally get that hunk of a man all to herself and in Kat's bed!

"Are you, you know, Kat, doing it in your bed? With Mr., whatshisname, I mean".

It was Kat's turn to play shocked. "Hey! Do I ask you where you get fucked, cheeky mare!"

Soph grinned, of course Kat did. She would have got a thrill from being squashed to the same sheets as she had perhaps just the previous night by her husband.

"Oh my gosh, Soph, you are a devious, dirty bugger, honestly. You want to fuck my husband in my bed - and I bet on the sheets that had my back on them while he pounded my pussy."

Sophie looked at her watch. To cover her flush of excitement and embarrassment at being caught, she grinned, "get a move on, we'll be late for work".

***

Sophie strode purposefully across the large room weaving her way through the crowd of people enjoying the party.

"Will you quit it? She bristled. "I am doing this for you, you know! Stop staring at us".

Kat took a step back. She laughed in the girl's face. "Like fuck you are. Look. You get to have sex with my husband, right? But do you have to make you and me look so effin ridiculous? People are looking at you. It's so obvious that you're seducing Alan. What do you think it looks like for me?"

"Oh", was the total of Soph's ability to reply. She had been so bent on pulling the guy that she hadn't thought how it would look to be so obviously throwing herself at him.

That Kat was right didn't count and Soph flounced off on her heels, her bouncing breasts making her bra work overtime to hold on to them. She headed outside to cool off.

The air was cool in the shade of the summer house in the grounds. A shadow preceded the guy. He looked around outside before entering. Soph stood up as Alan stepped towards her.

"Hey, what was that all about in there?" Alan nodded his head towards the house.

Soph sighed. "Your bloody wife."

"Yeah? You two are usually thick as thieves.. .what's up?"

"Geeze Al, I was just chatting casually to you, right?"

Alan nodded but thought to himself, Soph you had me wanting in your pants, no wonder Kat.. ."

Soph played her part to the full. "Yeah, but the way she was talking you'd think I wanted your body". As if, huh? She smiled at Al's slightly crestfallen look. Pulling her best attempt at a sad face, she continued. "With Kat, you'd never want me, would you?" Alan looked uncomfortable.

"Gosh", claimed Soph, "we didn't even kiss since.. . when? Do you remember it?" She licked her lips closing her eyes as if trying to remember it. "Nope".

Al looked at his wife's friend with suspicion as she took a step forward towards him. Soph's fingers closed gently around the man's forearms. "Look Al, Kat pissed me off and why shouldn't I just kiss you? We are friends.. . aren't we? Raising herself onto her toes she tilted back her head.

"Whoa." Alan raised his hands as a barrier, only narrowly avoiding cupping both Soph's breasts, swaying back just in time. "Yeah, Soph you were coming on strong in there... . Kat put you up to a honey-pot sting?"

"You never did like me did you? Well fuck you Alan, you could have had me. No way am I throwing myself at you again. I'll go change these wet panties and try someone else, anyone." Soph hoped that her sobbing sounded genuine as she made her way by the back route to the big house. Was Al following? She stumbled for good effect and to let him catch up.

High heels clattered up the stone stairs. Her theatrical sobs were slightly drowned by the rasping of her breath. Soph paused, listening. Yes, he was following.

Outside the door to her room he caught her, swung her around. "Soph, Sophie, I'm sorry but I can't afford to get this wrong, Kat is my wife.. ." He sighed, his breath sweet on her cheek. "I shouldn't be doing this".

Suddenly she pulled herself to him. "But you are here Al. I swear that Kat isn't out to trap you; can't you see that I want you? Okay, look, let's keep apart tonight, but I do need you, sometime, anytime." Pushing her face to his she made it impossible for Al to ignore her lips.

Al looked nervously each way along the corridor. He lowered his head but then had a change of mind and stood back from her. Just in time as Kat appeared from her room.

"And just what are you too up to?" Kat laughed as if joking but her face held a faint look of suspicion.

"Trying to get your hubby into bed babe, but he won't have anything to do with me", pouted Soph. Al blanched visibly. He opened his mouth then thought different of speaking.

"Ha!" Stated Kat. "I'd divorce him if he couldn't do better than you". She giggled at her friend. Soph put her nose in the air and entered her room. Kat closely followed her.

"What are you on, you idiot? Demanded Kat of her friend. "I told you that I want this to look like he strayed first".

Soph stood one slim leg in front of the other, her arms folded. One eyebrow arched upward to indicate that she was far from amused. "We always fool around like that, you know that. But Al did look a little guilty, didn't he?" She grinned. "I think he wants me but is true to you or too frightened of you to do anything. I am going to have to work hard to bed him, Kat."

Kat raised a forearm to her forehead in a dramatical, theatrical gesture. " If only I had chosen a sexy woman.. ." She found herself on the bed in a headlock before she could continue. "Ow!" She screamed. Soph, you stupid cow, get off me.. . my bloody hair!"

Pulling her friend over her lap Soph slapped Kat's butt unmercifully. Alan came rushing in the room fearful of his wife's screams. Seeing her dress around her hips, displaying her skimpy underwear and her reddening buttocks, he licked his lips hungrily. Not to be outdone Soph parted her knees allowing his eyes full view of her own bare thighs and brief panties. For good measure she slapped Kat's butt a few more times. The kiss that she blew Al was gratefully received.

***

It was days before Kat would take Soph's calls.

"Look, you were asking for it. I bet that he fucked you good that night.. . am I right?" But then Soph knew she was by the gleam in her friend's eyes.

"Soph, you idiot, I didn't want him to fuck me! I wanted you to fuck him so I had an excuse to be seen with my lover. I have no idea why I am giving you the opportunity to have him. He is far too good for you. Oh my gosh, he really was so damned good that night. I almost let him spank me!"

"I rather liked spanking you Kat. Any chance.. ." she squealed and rushed to the bathroom to avoid Kat as she lunged for her.

There was an uneasy truce as the women discussed how best to go about Soph's seduction of Kat's husband. Kat was pleasantly surprised at how true her husband was being. There was a momentary pang of guilt that she was cheating on him but sex with her lover was so good, so exciting.

"Okay Soph, look, let's make it easy for him. Alan can't manage without sex for long so here's what we'll do."

Despite her determination Kat was unable to resist sex with her husband the night before she left on a "sales trip". Both of them fucked as if this might be the last time, and both secretly wondered what had aroused such passion in the other. For Kat it was the thought of spending a week in an hotel. The hotel chosen was one that held lots of sales conferences and there would be lots of horny, hunky men there on the lookout for a sexy woman to bed.

Alan was excited at the prospect of a week free of his wife. He fantasised over the prospect of the possibility of searching the bars for a sexy woman that wanted to bed a guy as a one-off illicit fuck. If only Kat's friend Soph would backup her teasing of him. Above all it was she that he wanted to fuck. She came on to him so strong, always teasing his prick till it ached. But if he fucked her she would blab to Kat and bingo, one marriage down the tubes.

Of course it never occurred to Alan that it was anything but a pure coincidence when, at the end of the working day, as he was planning out his first night of freedom, that who should be in the atrium of the company he worked for but Sophie. Glibly she explained that she was delivering a legal document and how lovely to see him and was he free for a quick drink.

It had been a long hard day and Al felt drained so he welcomed the chance of a drink. More-so he welcomed the company of a gorgeous, sexy woman. When he said he was free and there was nothing he would like better than to have her by his side Sophie grabbed his arm and snuggled up to his. Her perfume wafted over him engendering all the thoughts and fantasies of a red-blooded male.

They chose the first bar close to the office building and it was already busy with people doing just what they where - unwinding after a day of stress at work.

What neither of them saw was a couple in a dark booth talking intimately squashed together as close as they could get. Kat Smiled, if Sophie didn't bed Alan tonight then there was no hope for her plans. Alan realised that he and Soph had a lot in common as they chatted. He was drinking a light, white wine, but Soph preferred a rich red. He knew of old that unlike many the red wine didn't have on her the same effect as with some; in the main a roaring hangover the next morning. It wasn't until Alan was suddenly aware of how much alcohol he had consumed that he looked at the time. It was late and neither had eaten. Whereas Soph would claim that she needed to lose a pound or two - which was totally wrong - he had a great appetite. Thinking about it, it was his sexual appetite that was at a height after spending so long beside such a sensuous woman.

"I really can't face a full-blown meal Al darling", Sophie explained. "Look, I know it makes you nervous but hell, what can go wrong?" Alan looked at her not understanding.

"Well, I have to stay in town tonight so I'm booked into an hotel. Be brave come back to my room and you can order room service." She looked at him pleadingly.

Soph could not understand how Al could be so dumb! She was handing it to him on a plate - yes, her pussy for goodness sake. So he was worried that his wife Kat would kill him if she found out. How could Soph tell him that was just what Kat wanted, so she could fuck around elsewhere?

Suddenly her face reddened, she stamped her foot in rage. Through gritted teeth she growled, "You, mister are going to fuck me, and if it takes that I tell Kat that you did already, well.. . don't tempt me". Alan shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. It felt as if the whole bar was privileged to their conversation and, naturally condemned what Sophie was proposing. Surely this sensuous woman couldn't seriously threaten him with such a bizarre prospect. On the other hand, what she had said, clearly enough in this noisy place, was unequivocal - she was, almost, forcing him to have sex. This was too much to resist, he would have to humour her, go through with it - wouldn't he?

As Alan steered her from the bar towards her hotel Soph asked, "Well, say something, where are we going?"

In a low growl he replied, "You want fucking? Then you are going to get fucked Soph. If it means the end of my marriage.. ." He didn't bother to finish.

She felt a pang of guilt but over-riding that a sharper frisson of sexual excitement. She quickened her step and clung tightly to Al's arm.

Outside the hotel she stopped him and explained that he should wait until she had taken the lift until he made his entrance. He was to avoid the desk and take the lift to her room; she gave him the room number. "Don't want the manager thinking I'm a scarlet woman now do we?" Soph giggled, her hand on his arm shaking slightly with ill contained excitement.

Al found that his heart was beating fast; was it purely the excitement of what he anticipated was to come, or dread that waiting in the room would be Kat, his wife who would have been primed with the knowledge of his promise to fuck her best friend Sophie? One way or another he had to clear the air. Sex with Soph had been a long-time dream of his, so if there was a chance it would happen he was prepared to take the risk.

***

Soph's arm curled around his neck pulling his mouth down to hers. He shuffled them forward, mouths locked in a passionate kiss; they were still in the open doorway to her room. He eased the door closed behind him, the taste of her lips telling him just how ready she was for sex; there could be no wife waiting in the wings to jump out at him. Al opened his eyes at that thought - just in case!

"What happened lover? I nearly wet my knickers thinking that you had let me down. Or did you do it deliberately knowing that my crotch was already primed for you?" Her fingers scrabbled at the fly of his pants. Al grinned to himself. This sensuous, sexual woman was almost on the crest of sexual need. Should he fuck her now by turning her around, ripping aside her pants and plunging inside her? Or, make her wait, heighten even further her desire. It had been a long time since he had been in circumstances like these.

Her tongue reached into his mouth, the taste of her was pure sex - wives didn't do that did they? They seldom instigated sex. Too often there were veiled strings attached. This woman wanted sex! She wanted it right now! And she wanted him. A girl like this could have a man empty his font of seed inside his boxers. In his boxers or in her then start over again? He would need time to recover but she had no such restraints. He had a tongue and fingers, all well practiced in the art of providing delight to the female pudenda.

Soph had divested her jacket and shoes. Through the sheer blouse a lacy white bra formed her breasts. A pencil skirt displayed slim hips and clung to her thighs down to just above her knees; nipped in her tiny waist. Together with a subtle perfume, her own body exuded the perfume of desire. Bright lighting in the room shone a halo of blonde about her head. Now off her heels Soph was even shorter compared to his six feet height.

Breaking her kiss Al reached down to the hem of her skirt. His struggled to pull the hem over her hips was eased by the silk lining to the skirt, but he was a man with no idea of how to achieve his aim. His only thought to bare her butt. Soph immediately got the idea of what he wanted although she wasn't sure why he didn't just ask her to drop the garment. Wiggling her hips and tugging at the skirt she helped her lover achieve his goal.

Soph gasped in surprise as she was spun around. Her hands reached out as she was bent double. Fortunately she was able to brace against the wall. Nimble fingers grazed her pussy lips as the silk at her crotch was tugged aside. When Al had had the opportunity to release his cock she couldn't think.

The next gasp was much louder and expelled from the bottom of her lungs. Suddenly she was being opened. From her labia, the entrance to her vagina and rapidly down her sensitive love tunnel. Hot, hard and of a thickness that, combined with such rapidity, send such exquisite pleasure/pain surging through not just her genitals but filling her whole body in a crashing wave.

Quite what she screamed was of not the slightest interest but Soph felt her face burn with embarrassment at the volume and pitch. Please don't let hotel security come to see what's happening, not until this gorgeous man has satisfied me, thought Soph.

The moment her first orgasm was on her Soph knew that she had made the right decision to help Kat. But why had her friend not told her just how expert he was in the art of sex? Okay, he had taken her by surprise and still had to last at least another of her orgasms. Then.. . was it too much for a girl to ask that Alan would be as good in bed, making slow love to her glowing pussy?

Although, to Soph's disappointment he needed frequent rests to recuperate - rests periods that he filled by making love to the whole of her body - Al only excused himself from oral duties at her pussy at points when he claimed his jaw would lock solid and his tongue would be in tatters if he didn't.

Taking pity on him Sophie took those opportunities to demonstrate her artistry in the art of fellatio, enjoying not only the taste of him but the sounds that signified how well she was doing and just how much he was enjoying her ministrations. She was mindful and ever wary of even approaching his trigger point, she wanted him hard and pumping inside her.

Finally they lay side by side. It was the early hours and neither had any idea of how long their self-indulgent sex-making had gone on. Alan claimed that he cock would never get hard ever again. Sophie, that her pussy had gone numb, her clitoris throbbed painfully. They agreed that they had exhausted every possibility of position and means of fornication.

Al dozed. The rhythmic breathing of his lover was soporific. In that inexplicable way that was pure instinct he found his fingers curled around what had served him proud; but proud it was no more. Images flitted across his closed eyelids. Visions of a night of truly great sex with the most sexy woman ever.

Suddenly his eyes opened as a startling thought hammered into his consciousness - anal! Never had his wife Kat allowed talk of it even. But, he turned his head, Beautiful Soph lay on her back her eyes closed. No! Damn it he couldn't ask, she had been so bloody good. As he admired her, her eyes slowly opened, she smiled then turned her head. Those beautiful eyes sparkled.

"Ha, ha, so you just thought of it too. We didn't, did we?"

Al gently shook his head. He raised his eyebrows. The nod of her head so subtle.

"I want on top babe." She whispered.