A Friend in Need

I was stuck in traffic trying to get home, when my wife texted me. Every time I was stopped, I checked the messages. My wife was trying to stop her her best friend, Kim, from texting her abusive ex-boyfriend, Malcom. Kim had finally dumped him a few weeks back. Kim was telling me wife how she was going to go over to his place tonight. She said that she was depressed and feeling lonely without him. My wife was desperately trying to get her to stop, and telling her that it wasn't worth it. She said she was reminding her of all the abusive things Malcom did to her, but Kim was insisting on going back to him just for one night.

Traffic picked up and I was alone with my thoughts. My wife would've noticed that I'd seen her messages even if I hadn't replied. We'd gotten married young five years ago, and I had befriended all her friends even longer ago. My wife was amazing, beautiful, and always looking for ways to help.

Kim was a stunning woman, slender but thicc. She was always attracting the wrong type of attention from the wrong type of guys. She had a good heart, and was a terrible judge of character. Others always found ways to take advantage of her. She has long black hair and sharp blue eyes. I was ashamed to admit I had fantasies about her. My wife took care of my needs, but I was still a man, and I still felt guilty about it.

I got a call, and seeing that it was from my wife, I answered. "Hey honey what's up?"

"Steve, she's becoming hysterical. I think she just really horny but I don't know. Can you come over here?"

"Are you at her place?"

"Yes. She's still listening to me, but barely."

"Okay. I'll be there in five." I immediately changed lanes, jumping into the exit lane. She'd barely called me in time to take her exit.

"Thanks, see you soon."

"No problem, I love you."

"I love you, too." She hung up.

I hoped I would have the right words of encouragement to help Kim. She had become a good friend. Kim and my wife had been best friends with her since junior high. I thought of what to say as I pulled into her apartment complex. I rang the buzzer and was immediately let in, as if someone was standing next to the intercom.

I took took the stairs and quickly reached Kim's door, the door labeled '24'. I was about to knock when my wife opened the door and hurriedly ushered me inside.

My wife quickly closed the door. "Okay, she just lonely and horny. She just needs a man not necessary Malcom. I told her I'd call up the owner of the best cock I knew, and get her rearranged."

"What are you saying?" I asked, even though I was almost positive I knew what she wanted me to do. It was just so shocking to here my wife asking for this.

"She's already stripped down and propped in her bedroom, the lights are off, and the curtains are drawn. So she shouldn't even know it's you." She held up a condom.

"I'm not sure I should do this."

"Well you clearly want to," she said looking at the stiffy in my pants. My penis had betrayed me.

She handed me the condom and unbuttoned my pants. "Remember those times I was being super emotional, and we had sex, which calmed me down? It's like that. She just needs a hard reset."

I unbuttoned the top of my polo, and pulled my work uniform over the top of my head, while my wife dropped my pants to the floor.

"Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" I asked, ashamed at how excited I was getting.

"Kim deserves a break. I can handle it. This is a one time thing of course." She pulled my underwear down to my ankles and gave my erection a quick kiss. I opened the condom and wrapped my manhood up. I was a ridged condom that claimed it helped men last longer on the package. I looked at my wife for an answer, this wasn't our usual brand.

"This is what she buys," she said with a shrug. "Now let's hurry up before Kim gives up on my plan. Oh, after the deed, your supposed to spoon her until she falls asleep."

I walked behind my wife buck naked as we make our way across Kim's apartment. We stopped at Kim's door. My wife gave me a quick kiss before reminding me, "I love you."

"I love you too."

My wife opened the door and the light of the hallway exposed what was hidden inside. A woman's clean shaven privates were on display. Kim's ass was pointed up with her knees on the edge of the bed and her feet hanging off. Her face and shoulders were down touching the mattress.

I made my way across the room by the sliver of light poking through the door. My wife entered, closing the door behind her. The room plunged itself into darkness. The last this I saw was my cock inches from Kim's perfect ass.

I put one hand on her lower back. Her skin was warm and soft. I grabbed myself by the base and lined myself up for entry. Either she was aroused and ready, or the condom was better lubricated then it looked. I slid right inside and heard Kim moan. It was warm and tight. I couldn't tell you what was different, but feel was just different enough that I knew this wasn't my wife's vagina by just feel alone.

I began my strokes slowly as that's how my wife liked to start. Kim was mostly quiet until I started picking up the pace. Her moans were soft and gratifying. She seemed to enjoy my body slapping up on her ass, so I began to push my pelvis even harder into her. Her moans got louder.

I slapped her ass and she screamed out in pleasure. I reached forward and grabbed her hair. I pulled back sharply. Her moans got more guttural. Considering her past taste in boyfriends, I should have assumed she liked it rough. With one hand pulling her hair, I reached around her with my other to cop a feel. Her breasts were larger than my wife's. Her boob wobbled pleasantly in my hand. Her nipples were hard and I gave one a pinch.

I pulled my hand back and enjoyed the sound she made as I slapped her ass again. From there I fell into a rhythm of steady pounding while one hand pulled her hand and the other gave her sporadic slaps on her rear. I swapped hands a few times.

She began to tilt as if losing muscle control for a second. She was going full limp.

As she fell forward onto the bed I rose up on it. She was now lying flat against the mattress with me pounding her from above. My hands were now preoccupied with holding myself up as I continued my ab workout. Her moans grew and grew, until she climaxed. I hoped she wasn't hoping for any falling action, because her orgasm tipped me over the edge. I filled the condom with my load. After we both gathered our breath, I pulled away to clean up. Standing next to the bed made me realize I had no idea where tissues or wipes were in here.

"Here," my wife whispered from the darkness handing me a package of wipes. I had forgotten about my wife being in the room.

She grabbed my other hand and pointed it to a spot near the bed. "Trash," she whispered. I wiped up Kim, and myself, before crawling in to the bed and spooning her. I tried not to focus on her amazing curves, as I was beginning to wonder if I'd done the right thing now that post-nut clarity had sunk in.

My wife crawled into the bed behind me to spoon me, sandwiching me in-between two hot women.

I must've dozed off as my wife was trying to silently wake me. I took me a second to remember who's breast I was holding. As I slipped out of bed, I heard Kim whisper, "Thanks, Steve."