Fucking Faye

My name is Phil. Faye is my best friend's wife, but I didn't meet her until way after she and Al were married. In fact, I didn't even go to their wedding. I was out of the country on a two-year assignment in my firm's Hong Kong office during the whole time that Al and Faye were doing the courtship thing, and I think they must have been married for at least a year by the time I finally met Faye.

I came for a visit, right when I got back to the U.S., and the plan was for me to stay with them for about a week. I was the advance guard, charged with getting things arranged for my family's relocation to the Bay Area, the high tech capital of the world. My friend's house was going to be my base of operations, as I looked for a suitable place to buy. Meanwhile, my wife Ruth was at her family's home in Austin, since she hadn't seen her family for almost two years.

Faye and Al met me at the airport on a Thursday morning, and after our initial greeting, and after Al introduced me to Faye, I found I had to struggle not to ignore my friend, because I was so attracted to his wife. Faye was very attractive. She was about 5'8" and with lovely breasts that I judged were just a bit bigger than would match her rather slight figure, breasts that I could immediately tell were not constrained, in any way, inside her loose, rich-looking silk top. Faye was wearing practical shoes, and a light skirt that was wide enough to let her walk freely, but that somehow accentuated her luscious ass, which moved like a metronome behind the fabric.

In truth, Faye and I we were both attracted to each other. It was mutual. The car ride from the airport to their house was excruciating, because I was in the back seat, leaning forward to talk to Al, and necessarily inhaling Faye's perfume. The wind whipped Faye's air into my face, and I was going crazy with lust. She couldn't see it, of course, but I had a raging hard on, smelling her, my face right next to hers as I talked to her husband.

All I could think about during the drive was the look we had exchanged after the initial introduction at the airport. Al had moved out ahead, to try to locate the right corridor for baggage claim, which is when Fay and I could turn and look at each other. That look was filled with such an aching, mutual desire that it made me dizzy. Literally. We were both surprised by it. One look, and I wanted her. One look, and she wanted me right back. All during the drive from the airport, while I was making small talk with Al, I was trying to conjure up some way I could be alone with Faye, so we could fuck. As I leaned forward, over the front seat, it was like our brains were doing what iPhones do, communicating, and transferring information, but with no outward indication that anything was actually going on. We were each, somehow, downloading our mutual desires. We were each making arrangements and adjustments.

I know it sounds kind of crazy, but it's true.

Al and Faye lived in a rather upscale little town outside of San Jose. It's a kind of village, just before you start over the mountains towards the coast. I saw a movie theater as we went down the main street, and lots of restaurants. We didn't stop, though, but headed directly to Al and Faye's home, which we got to by going uphill on a narrow, winding road. The property turned out to have a creek running right through the middle of it, and since it was early summer, it was warm and lovely out back. We all went out to the back patio for lunch. We had a beer, with sandwiches that Faye made on some incredibly delicious and crusty French bread.

Naturally, Al and I were the main talkers, catching up on things that had happened during the last two years, and celebrating the high points of a friendship that had begun in college. Faye was there, though, seated between Al and me at the table, and asking a question herself, every once in a while. Her questions tended to be about my wife.

For instance, "where did you meet Ruth," Faye asked. "Is she in high tech, too?" "Do you trust her out there in Austin, all by herself? Aren't you a little nervous, not being able to know what she's up to?"

These questions didn't all come out at one time. Faye inserted her questions as interruptions into the flow of the discussion between Al and me. And when she asked that one about whether I trusted Ruth's fidelity (because it was pretty clear that's what she was getting at), her foot grazed mine, under the table.

"Do you want another beer," Al asked, as he got up to go inside. "Sure," I said, and then Faye and I were alone for the first time.

"He's going back to work, you know."

"What do you mean?" I said.

"I mean, Al can't stay away from his office, so you can just bet on the fact that he will make an excuse to scoot out of here in about another half hour. We won't have to wait very long."

She glanced up, to watch Al come out of the house and head toward us with three beers. Then, she kind of peered around the curved edge of the table, into my lap, and smiled. Or maybe it was a smirk.

"I think we will both enjoy getting to know each other better," she said. Since my raging hard on had reappeared when she touched my foot under the table, it was obvious that she was completely aware that I was being totally overcome by my desire for her. And what was nice was the fact that I absolutely understood that my lust was matched by her own.

Al did, as Faye predicted, tell me that he was sorry that he was going to have to abandon me so soon after I had arrived, but that there were a few things in the office that he absolutely had to attend to. When the second beers were done, he was out of there.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours," he told me. "Faye will take care of anything you need, and then we've got reservations at a great restaurant down the hill for dinner."

"Terrific," I said. "Maybe I can take a little nap in the meantime."

"Whatever strikes your fancy," Al responded, and then he was gone.

As Al strode around the end of the house, to go to the garage, I started cleaning up the dishes with Faye, taking them inside. "I bet I can guess something that would strike your fancy," she smiled, and swung her hip against mine, as we carried in the plates and the empty bottles.

We both almost threw the dishes into the sink, and then we were all over each other. As I pulled Faye's hair back, tilting up her face to kiss her, Fay pulled my mouth down to her with her right hand, while her left hand began stroking my rigid cock.

"God, I want it," she moaned.

"Oh, fuck I want you," was my reply.

"What about your wife?" Faye asked. "Do you even care?"

"What about you, Faye; what about my best friend, Al? Does he have any idea?"

"No" was all she said, and she pulled me out of the kitchen and into a family room with a big, wide, comfy couch.

"Fuck me right here," she told me, and undid my belt. "Fuck me right on this couch. Fuck me right where Al and I watch TV every night."

Faye was wearing a skirt, and my hands were underneath it in a flash, as we both tumbled onto the couch. "Lick me, Phil; I am so fucking wet."

She was! And God, she smelled so good! She raised her bottom so I could pull her panties down, and then I pushed back her thighs so I could put my face right on her cunt. I knelt in front of the couch and started lightly running my tongue up and down her visibly wet slit.

"Oh, fuck yesssssssss," Faye hissed as I twirled my tongue into a curved little spoon and began probing her clit, while two fingers went inside, sliding so easily into that creamy passage, and curving up for the G-spot.

"Oh, keep going; keep doing that," she told me. And I did. I kept up the insistent rhythm of my tongue and fingers, until she came on my face. As I pulled her to me, she threw herself back and clamped her thighs around my head as she exploded into a powerful orgasm.

I shoved Faye fully onto the couch, and I lay next to her as she tried to gather back her strength.

"That was so good," she panted. "Thank you!" She was still almost without any energy as I put my prick into her, as we laid side by side. She roused herself a bit, when she felt it go inside. "Slow," I said.

So, we did it very slowly, my prick as rigid as an iron bar; her cunt as slick and sweet as custard pie. As I got ever closer, Faye regained her energy and began moaning. "Oh, yeah; yeah, fucker." When she came, she screamed, and then she was swinging herself on top of me, riding me, riding my iron-hard prick, impaling herself, over and over, on my aching cock, which was so hard it almost hurt. Once she was on top, I watched her beautiful breasts swing in front of me. I had never been so carried away, and I practically passed out as I emptied my supercharged balls into her sweet, tight pussy.

"How could we have done this," I asked? "It was so quick."

"I know," she said. "You fucking had me at hello."

oooOOOooo

I was truly exhausted, and I practically fell asleep, I was so drained. We fucked once more, though, still on the couch, after just a brief rest. Then Faye said, "Go take a nap. We aren't going to dinner until 8:00 o'clock. And tomorrow's another day, too."

I did plunge into sleep, with all my clothes on. It was like oblivion. When Al shook my shoulder, to wake me up, it was already dark, and as I surfaced, I didn't remember where I was.

But then I did. I looked over Al's shoulder, and saw Faye was standing in the hall. It all came back to me, and I felt my cock start rising. "Can I take a shower before we go to dinner," I asked Al.

"Of course," he said.

At Al's suggestion, Faye brought me a stack of towels, with a new bar of soap on top. "I'll show you how the controls on the shower work, she told me. I think Al was back on his cell phone by then, reading some email or text, and he was so completely absorbed that he wasn't paying any attention as Faye accompanied me into the bathroom. Once out of Al's sight, her hand went right for my prick. She slipped her hand inside my pants, inserted her fingers under the elastic and into my underwear, where she found me already hard and leaking pre-cum. "Turn the middle control for temperature," she said, loud enough for Al to hear, while she spread my pre-cum up and down my dick, practically getting me off with just three or four strokes.

"Be quick," Faye said, again loud enough for Al to hear. Then she kissed me, with exquisite gentleness, still stroking my rigid fuck stick.

Just before she walked out of the bathroom, Faye whispered in my ear. "Oh, fucker, I can't wait." I pulled her back inside the bathroom doorway, and slipped my fingers into her pussy, which was drenched. "Me neither," I told her.

Dinner was really exquisite. This upscale little town must have had more than a few five-star restaurants. Everywhere I looked, as we walked from the parking lot down the main street to the little alley where our restaurant was, I saw well-dressed, and obviously affluent, couples either coming from, or going to, dinner. We had a wonderful meal, and after dinner, as we walked out of the restaurant, we discovered that it was starting to get chilly. We started back towards the car, and Faye got in between Al and me, and said "warm me up, fellows." We walked along the sidewalk, pressed against each other, Al's left arm around Faye's shoulders, Faye's two arms around Al's waist and mine, and my right arm pulling Faye's waist into me with each step, our hips touching, moving apart, then touching again. I think Al had maybe had a bit more to drink than he should have. He never noticed as my hand drifted up, to touch Faye's breast. "Tomorrow's another day;" isn't that what she said? I was so ready!

oooOOOooo

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. The days passed. Al went to the office. I called my wife, to keep her up to date, and I fucked Faye repeatedly. I fucked her everywhere. I fucked her in practically every room of her house, and I fucked her in every orifice of her very willing and wonderful body.

My wife, Ruth, had only let me into her ass one time. We were both drunk, and we were both horny (or at least I was), and she just let down her guard, forgetting the rule that she'd never do that "dirty thing." Well, I did it. Actually "we" did it. I asked, and she said "yes," and then I fucking came up my wife's thrashing ass as she tried to get away, screaming it was hurting too much. Maybe I acted like a pig, as I put it up her butt, but it was too late for her to protest by the time I had my eight inches inside her shit chute, because she did say "yes" when I asked, and I wasn't about to let her change her mind.

I liked it up Ruth's ass, alright, that one time I got to do it, but fucking Faye in the ass was so much better! In fact, fucking Faye everywhere was so much better. I can't even say how much! Faye craved my prick, just the way I was dying for her cunt, and she pleaded for anal. As we were fucking, with me on top, Faye would put her finger in my mouth, and tell me to suck on it; then, as I pounded in and out of her wet slit, she'd stick her finger up my butt. "That's where I want your prick, lover." That's what she would say. Faye really liked that "dirty thing!"

Those first few days, given my past experience, I never would have pushed it; I never would have tried for her ass, but Faye was the initiator. The very next day after our dinner, after Al left for the office, Faye led me into her bedroom, with the bed still unmade, and said, "I was thinking about you all night. I couldn't really sleep, and I was just too afraid that I'd wake Al up if I came to you. But I was thinking about it, Phil. All night! I kept waking up with my hand on my pussy, right on the edge. So, now we don't have to worry about getting caught. Al will definitely not be home till after 6:00 tonight, so we've got all day, and I want you right here, right in this bed, right where I was dreaming about you all night."

We fucked in a frenzy then, with Faye riding me on top again, until she got off so hard that it looked like she'd faint. She fell down on my chest, but I hadn't come yet, and after she collapsed onto me, she turned around, still on top, putting her pussy right into my face, and demanding that I lick her, while she started deep-throating me, starting slowly, but then putting me over the top, as she started bucking her pussy on my mouth while she held my cock in place, cradling my balls, stroking my dick, and applying full suction to my cock head. Fuckkkkkkkk! I came so hard, and Faye swallowed everything I had, as I convulsed with a shattering cum that was probably the best fucking orgasm I'd ever had.

Later, in that same bed, Faye told me she wanted my cock in her butt. "Wait here," she told me. Then, she hopped out of bed and went downstairs, totally naked, and she came back up in just about a minute with a green bottle filled with what I thought must be some sort of olive oil. "Pistachio," Faye said. She poured some into her hand, and then began oiling my balls and my prick. "Do my ass, lover," is what Faye told me. "You think licking my dirty ass will make you hard? I bet it will. Do it! Use the oil on my tight little backdoor, and then fuck it. Fuck your big hard cock in and out of my dirty little asshole."

That was so unbelievable. The smell of her sex, combined with the pistachio oil, and licking that little star-shaped gate to heaven made me go crazy. Once I was in, and I went slow, so I wouldn't have another Ruth experience, I could slip in and out of Faye's ass, feeling the tight pull around my prick, but with no pain or difficulty at all. I couldn't believe how slippery and wonderful it was. Faye was face down, and taking my eight inches in and out of her backdoor while she moaned with pleasure. "Now, oh god fuck me now; keep fucking me, Phil. Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my fucking dirty ass, lover. Yes!!! Do it! Oh, oh, oh, oh." Faye was grunting with pleasure; she was out of her mind with it, and I kind of lost consciousness, too, as I felt my hot cum boil out of my balls and propel itself deep into her rectum, spurt after spurt of my hot seed, while Faye screamed out my name.

I hadn't forgotten I was married, but I had pretty much decided I didn't care. In the middle of the afternoon, back on the couch in their family room, Faye by now in a pair of loose shorts, with no panties, and a very loose tee shirt, and with me in the jeans I had worn on the plane, and with a tee shirt of my own, my wife called. I almost didn't answer, but Faye told me I should. I did. Then, while Ruth was giving me a rundown of what she and her parents had been doing, Faye started pulling open the buttons on my Levis. "Mute" she mouthed, and I hit the mute button, as Faye pulled the buttons open all at once, and took out my stiffening fuck staff. "Speaker" she told me. And as we both listened to my wife, Faye looked me in the eye, smirking and smiling at me as she gave me a hand job, while she kissed me. "Oh, honey," I said - I had turned off the mute, and my wife thought I meant her - "I think I have to go." And Faye, who knew what I meant, leaned over my cock and took my spurting come into her mouth, never missing a drop.

Fucking Faye! It was unbelievable. And that was just day one!