What are friends for? Pt. 01

Right on cue, Anne screamed, "I love you Bobby!" with her legs straight in the air and her body quivering as another orgasm swept through her body. I continued to plow deeply into her wanton body with long purposeful strokes and jarring thrusts as I looked over at her husband, Bobby, who was tinkering with the video camera recording the event. Bobby was naked with an impressive erection, but had yet to join in the fun. He could stay at the camera recording all night, and I would be perfectly happy. His wife was particularly delicious tonight.

Anne though, often desperately wanted one of our cocks in her mouth if either was available and not already inside her elsewhere. Today however, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down for a deep kiss. She looked into my eyes and said, "Greg, just grind deep inside me. I want to feel you as deep in me as possible. You and Bobby always give me the most amazing experiences and orgasms, especially when you are both inside me. I hope we can make you feel just as satiated."

"Anne, you and Bobby are the coolest friends I could ever ask for, even without the sex. Trust me, I am satiated," I said.

"Well, we think you deserve more after fucking me to one glorious orgasm after another for the past three years," Anne stated plainly with a smile. "Now just keep grinding that big cock of yours inside me."

I could feel my cock go back and forth across her cervix. She would yelp and shudder each time my cock strummed her cervix. I would stop sometimes thinking it was too much for her, but she would start thrusting her pelvis and beg me to keep going.

Bobby finally wandered over, kneeled beside his wife with his stiff member oozing precum. Anne lovingly took his girth in one hand and guided his nectar producing instrument into her mouth. I was able to witness this, as usual, from just inches away. I reached up with my right hand and cupped his balls and massaged them. I felt his balls tighten up as Anne expertly worked her mouth over his purple head. I kept playing with Bobby's marbles as I lowered my face to Anne's pert little breasts and began sucking her nipples. She liked them sucked hard, stretched, and lightly bitten at times. Her breathing quickened and she moaned with her mouth full of cock. Soon she was shaking and quivering in another orgasm with her eyes rolling back while she soaked my balls with a gush of her sweet fluids. She went completely limp and released Bobby's cock as it slid from her slack mouth.

For a brief second I thought she had passed out and was briefly horrified. After another few seconds her eyes popped open filled with the awe and wonder of a child getting off his first roller coaster ride. Bobby bent down and kissed her deeply. As their lips parted Anne said, "Lay yourself down Bobby," and she tried to push me off of her as best she could, but I got the hint and slid myself out of her smooth little snatch.

Anne straddled Bobby's face and lowered herself on to his mouth and then bent forward to once again inhale his cock. We had the routine down after years of performance. She loved to be "licked-fucked" with one person licking her clitoris while the other took her from behind.

Hence, it was my cue to mount myself behind her perfect little ass and fuck her while Bobby licked her and she blew him. I got dizzy knowing that my time to cum was near. I could feel the stubble of Bobby's face on my inner thighs and balls at times. He would give the licking a rest and suck my balls on occassion. Likewise, I'd pull out and feed him my cock. I could throat fuck him, but would never cum in his mouth. We did this more to tease Anne than seek more pleasure for ourselves, but it was frickin' hot. I would also lean forward and take Bobby's cock from Anne's mouth and suck it myself. She would coach me as she watched her husband's cock in my mouth.

Something about having a cock in my mouth was a huge turn on. I could only do it for a minute at most, because I would just cum from the excitement of it all. We all knew my "weakness" after the first couple times I immediately came, so after Bobby and I had made Anne cum again she pushed us away and went to the bathroom. She told us not to cum while she was gone with a chuckle. We were both on edge and ready to fill Anne up how we knew she liked. I thanked Bobby for being such a great friend and sharing his wife with me. "Hell, I'm not sharing! She's taking!" Bobby said with a laugh. We both knew who was in charge.

My mind wandered back to how this friendship all started, and my journey from bliss to loss and despair with a return to muted joy thanks to Anne and Bobby.

My wife, Barbara, became best friends with Anne soon after college. They were both working in the same marketing firm. They were cut from the same cloth. Both were petite, cute, with smallish breasts and tight little butts, wicked smart, and politically conservative. Bobby and I had been friends in college. We did not keep in touch after graduation as we pursued careers in different time zones, but ended up back in the same city we grew up in. We ran into each other at the local gym and just picked up as if five years had not elapsed since graduation. We were built long and lean. We each had enough muscle to look athletic but not like an obvious jock. Bobby was dating Anne at the time we reunited and that led to my introduction to Barbara. It sounds corny, but it was love at first sight for me. Barbara was perfect for me. She was the ying to my yang. Bobby and I were each other's best man at our weddings, and the ladies played their respective roles similarly as maid and maiden of honor. We went to concerts and ballgames together, skiing, movies, etc. There was always some playful flirting, but no lines were ever crossed (though Bobby and I often thought Anne and Barabara may have "explored options" together on more than one occassion). Eventually the four of us did cross that line together, and it was life changing.

Barbara planned a weekend in the wine country for all of us. We reserved two rooms at a bed and breakfast. We all took Friday off and headed up in the morning. We were able to check in to our rooms, and get a quick bite before our driver picked us up to tour a few wineries for some tastings. The rooms shared a large bathroom that connected the two rooms. Following an afternoon of cabernets and syrahs our driver returned us to our B&B. We needed to kick back for a while before heading out to dinner. The whole way back Anne and Barbara were playfully arguing about who had the best bras to enhance their small breasts.

When we returned to the B&B Bobby and I told them that we would be the judges and a fashion show was required immediately. Once up in our rooms and situated Bobby and I sat down on the bed in Barb's and my room while the ladies prepped themselves in the other bedroom. After a few minutes the two wives walked in wearing only their blue jeans and bras. We had seen each other's wife in simply a bikini for years so this was no big revelation for either of us, though it was still sexy. They strutted around us like they were on a runway teasing the hell out of us.

Bobby and I pronounced numeric scores for various categories our wine-soaked brains created on the spot. Without doing any math we declared it a tie and that they should switch bras for a truly scientific

appraisal. Barb let out an exaggerated huff of frustration and started walking back to the bathroom door that would take her and Anne back to the other bedroom to change. With a simple flick of her wrist and hand Anne was standing before us with her bra in her hand and her pert breasts pointing toward the ceiling. "Where you going hottie? I need your bra," said Anne to Barb as she stood proudly before us with one hand on her hip. The judges cheered.

Barb was momentarily mortified but quickly realized she could not back down. She walked over next to Anne turned her back to us and took her bra off and exchanged hers with Anne. The judges booed this scenario. The ladies deftly put on each other's bras and resumed their runway walk. Bobby and I were close to speechless at this point as we sensed our erections growing. I told the ladies to stop walking and stand next to each other for a critical comparison. They were each about 5'2" and 110 pounds. They were an absolutely adorable set of bookends making the blood flow to Bobby's and my loins. Anne wrapped her right arm around Barb's waist making her right breast touch Barb's left breast. Anne then took her left index finger and started making circles around her own left nipple. Barb followed her lead and did the same. Bobby's and my jaws were on the floor. Anne then started circling Barb's nipple with her finger and once again Barb followed her lead. Their foreheads were now touching and the circling fingers stopped because they each reached around the other and unclasped each other's bra. They embraced in front of us with a deep open mouth kiss as bras dropped to the floor. Soon Barb was sucking Anne's breasts as she undid her and Anne's jeans. Bobby and I were flying out of our clothes. Within the minute all four of us were naked with no boundaries and no labels. Needless to say we missed dinner that night.

That trip was the beginning of the next wonderful stage of our friendship. "Couple's night out" (or in) was never the same. For the next two years our marriages strengthened and our bonds of friendship solidified. The sex was amazing, but the comradery, love, and friendship trumped all.

My world and all of our world's were turned upside down when I came home one Monday evening after work to find Barb on the floor in a pool of vomit and urine actively having a seizure. I called 911, the medics arrived promptly, and stopped her seizure. At the hospital an MRI revealed the reason, a brain tumor... inoperable and malignant. A simple biopsy was performed to confirm the diagnosis. Weeks of radiation and chemotherapy shrank the tumor but stole my wife. The tumor after several months grew back as if the chemotherapy was now fertilizer. One year after her seizure she was dead. Five years had passed since she died; and today was the anniversary of her passing. Now I understood Anne's extra attention given to me. I did not anticipate how much extra attention however, I was about to receive.

Anne emerged from the bathroom in a shear fishnet body suit, wearing high heels, dark red lipstick, a mask, and most importantly a generously sized strap-on. The dildo was slightly smaller than what Bobby and I had for our packages. Anne would fuck Barb with the same dildo. Bobby and I loved watching the two of them. "Alright boys, you know I am in charge," Anne barked.

We responded slack jawed with a, "Yes ma'am."

"Tonight, things will be different. You will be my sluts and you will do as you are told," she commanded.

This was followed by a more energetic, "yes ma'am!" by Bobby

and me.

Anne came up next to me and grabbed my ear and pulled me down to her mouth and whispered, "I know you want his load. I can tell. You better not waste a drop. Understood?" All I could do was nod in agreement as her hand quickly grabbed my semi-erect cock as she quickly stroked me back to full rigidity. Next she walked over to Bobby and with a smirk evident behind her mask she commanded, "Lie down Bobby." Bobby obeyed and stretched his 6'1" frame on the bed with his semi-erect cock beginning to pulsate and grow. Then she looked at me, "Greg, you are good at 69 with me. Show me how good you can be with my husband. And remember, don't waste a drop."

My mind was racing. I was not attracted to Bobby or any guy regarding wanting to kiss, hold hands, cuddle, etc. But I was attracted to his cock. I drooled at the anticipation of having him in my mouth again. The thought of taking his load made me delirious. By the time I straddled Bobby's face my cock was stiff and oozing precum. I grasped Bobby's shaft as he inhaled my cock. His swollen head was magnificent and the veins ridging his cock robust. I began pumping his cock and sucking him. I took him deeper in my mouth than I ever had. I took him deep to the point of making me gag at first. Eventually I could allow him deep to the back of my throat. Once I realized what I was doing, coupled with Bobby pumping and sucking my shaft I was ready to blow. At that moment Anne hollered, "Stop!" She crawled up on the bed behind me and said, "ok boys, Greg, keep sucking. Bobby, I am going to own Greg's ass, make sure he cums in your mouth, but don't swallow."

I felt the coolness of lube being applied to my crack. Anne slid a finger than two inside of me. I pushed back into her finding the sensation exquisite wanting more. Bobby started sucking the head of my cock again. Suddenly I felt a sharp slap across my butt as Anne reminded me, "Start sucking bitch!" As soon as I started sucking Bobby again I felt the strap-on pushed against my anus and Anne slid it in past my sphincters. To feel my prostate being massaged by her "cock" was breath taking. She adapted a steady slow rhythm. I could feel cum being milked out of me without orgasm. Bobby was doing his best not to swallow but I think failing. I started taking Bobby deep into the back of my throat again. The sensations I was feeling were overwhelming. When Anne grabbed my balls and squeezed, it was game over. I started cumming into Bobby's mouth like a firehose. He likewise became overwhelmed and I aggressively pumped his shaft and felt him swell, throb, and start shooting jets of his cream down my throat. I didn't want either of our orgasms to end. Anne started pounding me which seemed to just milk more cum from me and extend my orgasm to a level I had never experienced. Bobby was making muffled sounds as his mouth was full of my cum and cock. Anne pulled out of me, went over to Bobby and kissed him deeply sucking my cum from his mouth, playing with my load on her tongue, and swallowing. It was so fricking hot. We all laughed. Bobby and I high fived each other. Our little dominatrix said, "ok boys, you are not done yet. I need more cock after all that work I did for you!" She then ceremoniously strutted to the bathroom making sure to move her perfect little ass seductively.

Anne returned sans strap-on and mask, but still wore the crotchless fishnet bodysuit and heels. Damn, she was a sexy little vixen. She put on some music and began dancing for us seductively. Bobby and I just stayed on the bed separated by space and started stroking our cocks as we watched her. Anne came over and kissed me. I could taste my cum still in her mouth. That sent a jolt directly to my crotch and I felt my cock rising again. She reached over and started stroking Bobby's cock while she drifted down and sucked me to a gloriously hard erection. Once I was hard again she mounted me and started riding me. We kissed and I sucked her nipples through her fishnet suit.

We were back to our "routine" as it was Anne's favorite. She would select one of us to ride while the other's "job" was to slide his cock up her ass. I particularly liked being the one ridden so I could watch her sexy little body bounce on my cock, but also loved how tight she became when Bobby filled her ass with his cock. The combination of the tightness, her motion, and his motion made my cock sing. That same combination also had Anne cumming and screaming all sorts of words usually within minutes. Today was no different, we all had perfect rhythm and she was shaking with her climax as her juices soaked me. I thought I had no more to give, but when I came in her tightly packed body I could see the cream of my semen coating my shaft. Bobby was last to cum and started to almost violently pound her. She loved it, and kept screaming. My softening cock felt Bobby's member throb and start shooting what he had left up her ass. Gawd it was so hot. Then Anne just collapsed on me and kissed me with all the passion she could muster. She pulled herself up on her arms after a while and looked down at me and said, "next time I want you to feel this, as she gestured over her shoulder toward Bobby." I swear I started getting hard again at the thought.

Bobby interrupted my train of thought by saying, "Alright team, let's get cleaned up. I'm famished after that work out!" He leaned down and gave Anne a loving kiss as she turned to look at him. The sadness of no longer having Barb was washed from my brain at least for that evening. I was so grateful to have such amazing friends.

All I could think of, was when would be "next time."