My Very Best Friend

My Very Best Friend

My penis is like my very best friend. It always does what I ask it to. It pleasures me whenever I need it, is ready whenever I want its help, and it is loyal and devoted to giving me what I want. It is always ready, but sometimes when I need it to be still it gets excited and wants attention. At those times I have to get it under control and find a way to please it without letting it get me in trouble.

When I first discovered its abilities, I was in bed and the feeling of the sheets on its skin got it excited and it needed attention. At first I didn't know what kind of attention it needed, but by accident I took ahold of it and found just how to please it.

Then I discovered where it wanted to spend as much time as possible. I was pleased when I realized where it want to be happened also to be where I would most like to put it. It wanted to be in a hidden place, somewhere that it was dark and moist and soft and in the body of a female.

It just so happens that these locations belong to people I am attracted to and that I also want them to find me appealing, enchanting, and desirable. These places I like are usually kept out of sight and under strict regulations, and their owners sometimes find my best friend exciting and fascinating, although often the owners won't admit their interest in either my best friend or me.

For a long time it was just my friend and me, but finally I met someone who wanted me to put my friend where he wanted to be placed. In fact it was a she, and one afternoon she let me put my friend where he wanted to be put.

She held up her dress and let me put him in the spot he'd always wanted to be. He slid in easily, as she was actually more ready than she'd realized she would be to have him there and she began moving to bring him in and out of his favorite spot.

I also learned that day that he liked to be somewhere else and that was between her lips. She held him in her mouth and sucked him gently, taking him in and out of her lovely lips and sometimes holding him in without moving.

When he got most excited and lost the ability to hold it in he began spurting semen and she let him, swallowing everything he could produce. She then pleased him by licking his length and sucking the left over semen off his flesh.

I enjoyed it as much as he did, maybe more, and have tried to duplicate that experience as many times as possible for years afterwards. When I realized his abilities and how much pleasure he could bring me, I began to pay attention to him every night. We became a team. I did as much for him as I did for anyone, probably more for him than anyone else.

When I met someone I wanted to spend my life with, Julia, I made sure she liked him. I also did my best to make sure he liked her. She seemed to like playing with him, and I loved that, and he was fond of being in her.

My first night after I married Julia, I told her that she had married my best friend and I both. She was confused so I unzipped and brought out my best friend to show her. He stood up tall and she laughed, put her hand around his girth, and kissed his tip.

That night she got very acquainted with my best friend and decided she liked him very much, especially in the place he most wanted to be. She put him in and kept him there for much of the night. After that she decided she wanted him there every chance she could get. In fact, she even came to like him being there during the day, each morning and occasionally during the afternoon, like around midday.

The nooner became a regular thing after a month and I joked that she liked him even more than she liked me. "He is a really easy thing to like," she said. "He is always ready to please, easy to accommodate, and never in a bad mood."

"I know he really likes you," I said with a smile. "In fact, you are his favorite."

"I hope so," she said with a laugh. "Otherwise I wouldn't let him in his favorite place," she added. "When he puffs up proud and tall he is very handsome. And he tastes so very good, like a great dessert. I could eat him all day."

"He would love that," I said. "Maybe we could try it," I suggested.

"Do you think he may like to be put in other soft, warm places that other people own?" my wife asked. I wasn't sure how she would handle the truth. Fact of the matter is, he would like almost any place like that: moist, soft, warm, deep, and tight that are mostly hidden under velvety, thin material. I wasn't sure how she would react to the truth, so I hemmed and hesitated.

"He would, wouldn't he? He would like to be put in other people's places?" she said. "Wouldn't he? I am not sure I would mind, if it was just for a little time, once in a while, not always," she said grinning. "I am a modern woman. I am not convinced monogamy is the answer to everything in the world," she said thoughtfully.

"I think it might even be good for your friend to try other places," she said, "but then he has already, right?"

"You mean before you? Of course there was a before you," I said cautiously. "But you wouldn't like it if he got put in other people's warm places?"

"I have been reading," she said, "about people who do that. It sounds like it could be pleasant," she said seriously. "I am convinced your best friend would like that, to be shared with other places, other warm and tight spots. Am I right?"

"Well, I think he might," I said, "if you wouldn't mind. It would be up to you."

"No, it would be up to him, your best friend," she said. "I think he wants to be put in other people's secret places, but he is afraid to say so. If what I read is true, most of his kind want to be put in many of those places. According to these experts, most of them do. In fact, I may even want others to be put in my place," she said.

"I hope that doesn't shock you, but I like having one there, and it really doesn't matter whose it is," she said. "I may even like to try bigger ones, you know, salami sized friends."

All of this was quite surprising, but it really wasn't so shocking. The first person I got to put him in her place really liked it, and he wasn't all that special. He was just a round, hard bit of flesh that would fit in her place and she liked having one like him put there.

"Do you have anyone in mind?" I said.

"Well, Diana does let others in her place, and I thought we could invite her to try him," she said. "Others call it fucking, and I think we should ask her to fuck your friend."

"And you wouldn't mind if he would be all right with that?" I asked.

"I think it could be fun. We could even ask others to fuck me," she said. "We could could make it a party: A fuck party. You wouldn't mind your friend being put in other people's places would you? And then you wouldn't mind other people putting theirs in mine, right?"

I had always liked my best friend being put in whatever places he could manage, and whose it really didn't matter. The fact that Julia wanted other men's best friends put in her secret place actually excited me and I began to obsess over it, thinking about it almost constantly.

Of course, the best friend part was a joke and it became clear that Julia wanted to fuck other men, and I began wanting it as much as she did. I began to picture it happening, imagining her with a large cock pushed into her pussy, which we had called her "place" as almost a secret code.

I started to wonder how big she could take. I started looking at porn, seeing how big they could be and I was amazed just how large they could get. I was almost sure she couldn't take the largest ones, because they were huge, some nearly as long as a person's arm.

She came home one day shortly after that excited and saying it was all arranged, that Diana was going to come over and let me fuck her, and Julia had a friend coming as well. She was as excited as I had ever seen her and her excitement was contagious.

I began to get as aroused as I had ever been. I had never met Diana, but the idea of her coming to fuck me had me absolutely beside myself. I had been with many women since discovering the wonders of having a cock that got hard and excited about sliding into a soft, wet, willing vagina, but I had never been with a woman I hadn't met before.

Diana was a swinger. She and her husband belonged to a club for couples who swap sex partners, and she had a couple of male friends she was intimate with on a regular basis, as did her husband, Roger.

Julia had told her to come over on Saturday and have dinner with us, then soak in our hot tub and let she and I get acquainted. After awhile the two of us would go to the bedroom and I would introduce her to my best friend.

Julia and I had nicknamed him Craig, my middle name, and she said, "You can let her get to know Craig on your own in the bedroom. We had been calling her vagina Nelson, her middle name, so she had said that Nelson needed a little attention as well.

Silly, I know, but it was fun and a little naughty, so we enjoyed it even though it was a bit childish. If something makes sex more fun, then it doesn't hurt anyone and people should not worry about it being dopey. We treated my penis like it was a friend not part of me, and we both enjoyed the game.

However, what Diana and I were going to do was not a game, although it was fun and more than a little exciting. We chatted in the hot tub like we were going to watch tv or go to church, treating it like it was just a normal evening with friends.

When we went to the bedroom, Diana asked if I wanted to have a new place to put my friend. Obviously she had talked to Julia and my wife had told her about our game. "I would, yes," I said soberly. "Not that I am tired of the place I have been putting it," I said, "but I try to do what I think he will enjoy. He has been a good friend to me," I said with a smile.

She nodded and patted the bed next to her. We had been nude in the hot tub, so she was already naked, and I sat down next to her.

"Is there anything you especially like?" she asked. I told I her liked everything and she smiled.

"I don't do everything," she said, "just most things. I like cowgirl. Do you?" I nodded and got on the bed. Diana climbed on, threw one leg over my hips, and settled herself down on my rigid erection as I slid my best friend up into her. She sighed, then began to bounce over me, pushing my stiff rod deep in her womanhood.

My best friend was sliding up into her rapidly, going as deep as he could go. I started slowly, but gradually I began to pick up the pace, eventually ramming into her soft place as fast as I could. We continued to fuck for thirty minutes and she came right before I did. I filled her with cum, as she had told me to go ahead since she had her tubes tied the year before.

After we both came we stretched out on the bed and recovered and we began to chat. "You and Julia have never done this before, right?" she said.

"Not even close," I said. "It surprised me when she suggested it. I didn't know she was interested," I said.

"Often it is the woman who wants to experiment," she said. "It was me that suggested other partners in our case. My husband was also surprised," she said. "But now he is a believer," she added.

After Diana left, Julia and I cuddled and talked about what just happened. "You be okay when I am with someone else?" she asked. I said I would and she smiled, nodded, and said, "Some men are voyeurs. They like to watch," she said quietly. "Do you think you might like to watch me with somebody else?"

I thought about it. It was exciting to think of her fucking someone other than me. "Maybe," I said. "Would you be okay with that?"

"I think so," she said. "Roger watches Diana with other guys. I think it might be fun," Julia said. "I do get a kick out of showing off," she said, referring to her short dresses and low cut blouses. "It does sound exciting," she admitted.

I sat down with the material Diana had given Julia and read through it. The first article I read was on voyeurism and the men who like porn and watching their wives or girlfriends get fucked by other men. Some said it was the most exciting part of sex for them. One said he loved to see another man's cocks sliding into his wife's pussy.

As I read I imagined seeing Julia being fucked and I got an erection thinking about it. I read an article on cuckolds and how much pleasure they get from having their wife be the lover of someone else. I wasn't sure if that could be me, but the idea wasn't offensive.

I read the article about swinging and how the idea was getting popular in western society. It seems the practice has been common in European culture, but has just been catching on in the U. S. Couples were opening up their marriages and leaving monogamy behind. It did say, as Diana had said, that often it was the woman who initiated it.

Julia had, indeed, been the one to suggest it in our case. It surprised me that she would be open to that, but she always had been the most adventurous of the two of us, always been the one to take a chance and try something exciting and new.

What surprised me was how excited I got reading about wife sharing and changing partners. By the time I finished reading I was completely aroused and ready for my wife to be fucking someone else. After all, it had been really fun having sex with Diana.

I put down the pamphlet I was reading and nodded to myself. Yes, I was ready not only to agree to have her fuck someone else, but I was eager to watch her do it. I pictured it in my head and imagined her taking another man's dick into her pussy. The thought was incredible. I could not wait to see a hard, thick cock push into her moist and eager sexual place.

It had become an obsession and I could think of nothing else after that. I masturbated almost constantly while fantasized about her making love to a big, masculine, sexual hunk. I was sure she was as eager as I was for it to happen.

We had each been sexually active before we met, and I knew she loved sex the way I did, so I was certain she couldn't wait either. The morning on the day she was going to be with Brian, her date for that night, I asked her if she was excited, because I was.

"Like a high school girl before the prom," she said. "Are you excited you get to watch?"

"Like a freshman with a view into the girl's locker room," I said. "I couldn't be more excited if I was the one fucking you. Is that nuts?"

"I guess not," she said. "Diana says the same thing."

"It's like porn," I said. "Doing it is fun, of course, but you can't see what's happening. Being able to see it, to enjoy watching sex happen, is just another level of gratification and involvement. Being able to see your pussy being entered and filled by a big, thick cock is just another level of the rapture of sex. If I close my eyes now, I can see it. It really is exciting to imagine.

That night when Brian came to the door she and I looked at each other and smiled. "Your 'place' is about to have someone else put his best friend in it," I said.

"I can't wait," she admitted.

"Good," I told her. "That means you are going to enjoy it. I really want you to have fun," I said. "Fuck his brains out," I told her.

"Give him a fuck he'll always remember," I said.

"I'll do my best," she said. "I'll fuck him for my husband," she said.

"And for yourself," I said.

When Brian came to the door that night he seemed nervous, so I tried to help him relax by talking about sports and letting him know I was okay with the whole thing. He was actually easy to talk to and I realized we could probably be friends.

We sat and talked until Julia stood up and went over to him. She put out her hand and took his. "David will come in later, after we get ready," she said. Brian seemed to relax a bit and stood. She raised up on her toes and kissed him. I smiled at them and watched them walk toward the bedroom.

The door closed behind them and I knew she would call me on her cell when they were ready. I was about as excited as I have ever been. I tried to read but I could not concentrate, so I just turned on the television and stared at it blankly.

It must have been fifteen minutes later that my phone rang. I looked at the screen and it was Julia. "Ready?" I said.

"Anytime you are ready to start watching you can come in," Julia said just a little out of breath. I told her I would be right there and went quickly to our bedroom. The door was closed so I knocked softly, trying not to destroy the mood.

"Come in," my wife said, "and take a seat."

I went right to the chair in the corner and took a seat. They were in bed, and Julia was on her back and Brian was on his stomach between her knees, his hardness clearly embedded in my wife's wet and ready pussy. She smiled at me and then kissed him, to show me that she was happy with our understanding, our arrangement.

I smiled back and blew her a kiss. She returned it and kissed him again, then she began thrusting her hips up to his and she closed her eyes and concentrated only on fucking Brian.

It may have been the sexiest thing I had ever seen, watching my wife have another man's cock pushed repeatedly into her. I am sure I can't explain it, I don't even think I understand it myself, but being able to enjoy her sex with her was one of the most loving experiences I have ever had. It allowed me to accept her desires, her sexual needs, her satisfaction without demands, limitations, or conditions.

It seemed to allow me to accept her as a person more than anything I have ever done. It proved to me how much I love her and how unconditional our love really is. It said I don't demand anything from you and I love you for who you are, not what you do for me.

It proved I could enjoy her pleasure and not ask anything from her except to be honest about her need for sexual gratification. As I watched her enjoy being fucked by Brian, I knew I was happy for her and expected nothing in return except genuine love and respect from her. The fact that she could give me the time with Diana showed me that she loved me unconditionally as well.

I was wrong when I thought my best friend was my penis. As it turns out, my best friend is Julia, my wife, and she has been loyal and true in the best way a person can be: they have your interest at heart and only care that you are happy and will do whatever it takes to make that happen. I guess that is actually the purest definition of love.