Between Friends 2

So, this story is about cheating. About cheating and arranging someone else to have an affair with the MCs wife. To what point? POWER swinging.

Also, I like big dongers so this story features big dongers. I really quite hope that won't ruin your day.

And, lastly, this story, like all my other stories were written without any AI.

With all that said, ENJOY!

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The beauty of their wives were, each, of a different kind. Not only was this of the obvious variant, as physically both Jenna and Jennifer shined in two different beauty standards, but also in personality.

To wit, Jennifer rarely said "no" and, while Jenna did say often enough, the black wife's "no"s were often "yes"s. Or, rather, they rarely stayed "no".

So when Jake convinced Jenna to go on a date with him, he essentially convinced her of all the things that it implied. The purple lipstick, in that sense, was simply frosting on top of Jake's ice scream.

But, oh, it was utterly necessary.

15 minutes away from Jenna's home, at the edge of the Downtown of their city, was what could be called a "white" establishment.

It was a bit "rural": the servers dressed like ranchers, and they served hard apple cider as often as they did beer. It was no Michelin restaurant, certainly, but it proudly didn't even attempt at being anything but what it was. Bales of hay and all, full of rural charm. Jake hadn't even needed to book an appointment months in advance. But between the upbeat country music, the hay-filled floor, and the loose dress code that they had there, it felt like something that should have been out in the boonies.

Something genuine and "white".

Though it wasn't like Jamal couldn't take his wife to these sorts of places regularly, Jake had a feeling he had different haunts. Which was to say, he had hit his friend up and confirmed, for sure, that this would be a new experience for her.

And, indeed, the bodacious black beauty was looking everywhere with a barely restrained smile.

"So," she put her hands on her hips as they were about to enter, "Is this where you go to square dance and shit?"

In answer, Jake's hand darted like a snake and made plain contact with her ass. "This is where I take my hot mamas to, pretty lady."

Then he made to go back to the car. "Of course, if this isn't to your liking, I can take you back home."

"Oh, you aren't a bit funny." Janna reached out and grabbed his arm with a chuckle. "Take me to dinner like you promised."

"Well," Jake dubiously said as he allowed Janna to hook her arm into his, "I suppose, since you DID come through for me..."

"Again with the purple lipstick," Janna rolled her eyes, but the smile that slipped into her mouth was purple.

Deep purple that clashed against her night-shaded skin.

She was also wearing Southern Americana: a blue shirt with white polka dots was tied up and fitted just under her tits. Her smooth and soft belly was bare, but the sides of her hips had red thong strings circling them and disappearing into her pants. Pants that just so happened to be the thigh-high daisy dukes that Jake liked seeing her in.

The brown leather boots that she had on, though, had not been Jake's idea: after dismissing Jake's requests for things to wear to this place as 'trying to make her into a country hick', Janna had gone and gotten those on her own. It was like Jake's best friend and Jenna's husband had said: She was hard at first, and then really easy later on.

Before Jake realized what he was doing, his phone was in his hand and he was taking pictures of his best friend's wife.

"You're gonna get me in trouble with those," Jenna grumbled as she pawed at his hand, but Jake skillfully kept his phone away from her grasp.

"I need something to tide me over when I'm feeling lonely," Jake replied as he got into his best friend's chat and sent the picture over to him.

In reply, his best friend took a picture of the back side of Jake's wife. They were inside somebody's house somewhere in the city, enjoying a house party. Jamal was having her go in, essentially, skin-hugging boxers. Or, at least, that's what it looked like.

And, of course, there was that red lipstick.

"Oh, you poor man," Jenna sarcastically said, but there was no missing the smile she was keeping at bay.

"Can you blame me?" Jake asked as they took a seat and whatever Jenna's response might have been got lost when they were approached by their server.

Jake had not known whether any of this was to Jenna's taste, to be completely honest, but Jamal had told him that his wife was indifferent to country; she neither hated it nor loved it. The food, though...

Jenna whooped when they got their helpings of breaded chicken and biscuits in gravy.

"Yeah, shit, this is what I'm talking about!" the black beauty took her own phone and took a picture of her plate.

Jake snorted back, "You nag at me all the time, but you don't seem that worried about getting caught."

"Na-hah, see-" she swiftly said as she stowed her phone away. "This could be anywhere. Anybody asks, and I tell them I went to a restaurant on my own."

"Uh-huh," Jake pleasantly said as he got his beer. "What'll you tell your husband when he sees the timeline of the photo and asks you what you were doing out of your house tonight?"

"I'll tell him to mind his goddamned business," Jenna snorted. "He knows better than to ask stupid questions-besides, he's not gonna ask, because he's not gonna know. He never checks my socials."

It took all that Jake had to not laugh at that. "Well, now, you are starting to make me feel bad for him."

Jenna's face darkened at that, "Oh, for real? Well then, what did you tell your wife you were going to be doing tonight? 'Cause Jennifer has always been joined at the hip to you. She never stops talking about you!"

"Any man can get bored of eating porridge," Jake smirked at her in response. "But nobody ever gets bored of brown sugar."

Jenna blushed at that, but she wasn't yet dissuaded. "Ah, well, I, um, see you didn't actually answer my question!"

"Well, if you simply have to know," Jake winked at her, "I told her I was going to be at a union rally."

Jenna looked at him.

And then laughed.

"But-what a dumb bitch!" Jenna giggled, "Accountants don't go to no unions!"

"What about your hubby?" Jake asked, "Why isn't he at home tonight?"

"Oh," Jenna blinked and then gave a sly smirk, "Jamal's got one of them shareholder meetings."

The urge to smirk was hard, but Jake, with almost superhuman strength, resisted: Jamal was an independent contractor and would have never needed to attend those. Especially not in construction.

He and Jamal had, just for the kicks of it, exchanged their excuses with each other, just to see if either of their wives saw the flaws. It would have been easy to conclude that the fact that it worked said something about their respective wives' wisdom if not cleverness, but each husband knew their better half enough to know the fierce intelligence each had. And Jenna and Jennifer DID spot the incongruence when exposed to the excuses... just not when they were target of them.

While Jake had his own doubts about how blind love truly was, he knew for a fact that infatuation was. And this was, if nothing else, rather tasty proof that both of their cheating wifey whores had gotten to that point.

Jesus, Jake couldn't wait to ask Jamal later if Jennifer spotted the trouble with the excuse Jamal gave Jenna!

For the moment, he stayed quiet and enjoyed the atmosphere, and the food, with his bodacious date. 20 minutes of chewing and smiling with their eyes went by in the blink of an eye before the lanky white man felt it prudent to push at his date some more.

"How long till he comes back?" Jake asked as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Oh, shouldn't you have asked that before you took me out?" Jenna propped her head on a hand and leaned over the table. Despite loving the food, she was a rather slow eater; half was still in her plate.

"I figured I'd at least have enough time to show you a good time." Jake shrugged. "But, well, if you are telling me I have ALL night..."

Jenna coughed into a hand and looked aside. "Well, Jamal said to not expect him until tomorrow morning..."

Jake gave her a look.

And then, very deliberately, raised his hand.

"Yes sir?" their waitress asked.

"A couple of paper boxes and the check, please," Jake requested, not looking away from Jenna's eyes, "Actually, here, just take my card and come back with the bill and the boxes."

"We don't need to leave just yet," Jenna said, staring back to the point that she ended up giggling.

"Right away, sir," The waitress disappeared with Jake's credit card.

"No, really," Jenna insisted, "I don't hate this! We don't HAVE to leave just yet!"

"No, no, I don't think that's right." Jake shook his head. "I can barely control myself as it is."

"You are looking sweeter by the second, mama. If we don't leave right now, I might just try to give everyone here a show."

"Or do you want me to fuck you on this table?"

"Oh, you're nasty," the curvaceous black woman laughed.

"Here you guys go." the waitress quickly returned. "One box for you sir-"

She gave him a plastic box and his credit card.

"And one for your girlfriend."

And she handed the other one to Jenna.

The waitress, not knowing what she did, left as quickly as she came.

"... yeah, we can head back home," Jenna, whose neck had a red tint, looked away from Jake.

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"Well, we're back home," Jenna said as they went inside Jamal's house, "Seems an awful waste to drive back so soon just for 20 minutes of country ambience, but you do you, hon-"

Jake was on Jenna then.

His arm circled her slim waist, and pulled her into his chest. The tits behind her tied-up shirt squeezed against his pectorals, and he grabbed Jenna by her hair.

He pulled at her afro and made her head tilt back.

All so that he could capture her lips.

She tasted like sweet cider, the tinge of alcohol sublimating directly into his lungs as he sucked the air out of her mouth.

Her hand was also on his neck and his back-no, on his ass- as Jake enjoyed the pink lips that devoured his own.

... wait, pink?

"What happened to your lipstick?" Jake asked when he broke their kiss.

Jenna looked at him dumbly.

"You-you attack me like a rabid dog, and that's what you ask?" Jenna frowned at him.

"This is important," Jake insisted. "Really, really important."

"Could you put it back on, please?" he begged. "For me?"

"Jesus, fuck, fiiine!" Jenna huffed and thrust her hand into her purse.

She found the stick and impatiently flicked it open. "You and this fucking lipstick, I swear."

Jenna was starting to apply a coat to her pillow lips when Jake grabbed her hands and stopped her.

"May I?" Jake asked as a bit of sweat began coming down his brow.

Jenna sighed and handed him the lipstick. "Yeah, whatever. I hope you know you're getting me blue boxed."

"I'll be quick, I swear," Jake promised as he held the purple lipstick and then looked at Jenna's lips.

"Say, it helps to wet your lips before applying this, doesn't it?" he asked.

Jenna grunted, "No, not really."

"No, I, uh-" Jake leaned forward and grabbed Jenna again by her hips. "I think it does."

He took his tongue out.

And dragged it through the chunky bottom lip that Jenna had. He pulled at it, dragged it with his tongue, until the tension broke and it sprang back like a rubber band to its proper place.

Her upper lip met the same fate and offered the same resistance, getting dragged in the opposite direction by Jake's tongue. And returning to its true position was the tension between the two organs failed.

"There-" Jake said, and Jenna didn't look 'blue boxed' anymore. "Now I can do this."

He painted her big lips purple, made them blend into the dark tint of her skin most magnificently. Oh, though this had begun as a childish fight between he and Jamal, he couldn't deny that this, now, felt great.

Dressing his girls however he wanted had always been one of those things he greatly enjoyed, but applying lipstick to his best friend's wife was fucking great.

"Are we-are we done?" Jenna asked. And, by the tone of her voice, her engine was ready to go.

Jake almost said 'yes'. Almost moved on.

But an idea, a wonderfully stupid idea, occurred to him.

"I... don't think so," he said as a huge smile blossomed on his face, "There's still a set I haven't done."

"A set-are you serious?" Jenna stared at him.

"Come on, hot mama," Jake tugged at her pants, slowly sliding them down, "Let me give this a try."

"This is so stupid," Jenna grunted as she allowed her dixie shorts to fall.

But her breath did not slow down as Jake pulled down her panties. And he had to even drag those panties away from a slobbering vagina.

Those large black vaginal petals stared at Jake as he knelt beneath her. As he set his "hard brush" against her outer labia.

And began painting.

The black vaginal lips slowly became purple, with his hand brushing her pubic hair as he went. The merge into the shadows and dark colors of her skin. The pinky red of her inner pussy contrasted with all other colors. That clit of hers brushed against his hand as he swam through her protective flaps.

And he finished just as Jenna was beginning to bite her cheeks.

Jake stared at his masterwork for a bit.

"A-are you done?" she tittered. "Or do you have to, I dunno, paint my asshole or something?"

"Would you like that?" Jake asked with an upraised eyebrow. He flicked the lipstick closed and threw it on a nearby table.

"Well, you seem really into it," Jenna said as Jake got up, "I suppose I could give it a shot-"

Jake took her by the arm.

And dragged her into another kiss.

"I want to see your lips around my cock," Jake told her.

"... do you have a condom?" Jenna excitedly asked.

"I didn't think I'd need one," Jake replied in a low tone. His eyes were smoldering. "I didn't think I was going to lose all control around you."

"... okay," Jenna hotly said.

Her bed, the marriage bed that his best friend had bought for him and her, was big and well cushioned. It had fresh sheets on and smelled recently laundered.

His back hit it as he dragged the woman with the humongous ass and violent hips on top of him.

"Jesus-" the black wife of his friend huffed as she squatted just above his dick, "Your cock is bigger than Jamal's, and his was the largest I'd ever seen!"

It was true: While Jamal might have had a foot-long dick, Jake beat him by three inches. A 15 inch-long dick.

To be fair, Jamal's cock was significantly wider- and oh, he was going to fucking RUIN Jake's wife when he fucked her with it!- but it wasn't like Jake's was thin.

It stood proudly up as Jenna's pussy pressed against it.

"Ooooh, shit," and it forced her vaginal canal to stretch for it as Jake's dick disappeared into her purple lips.

The black wife with hips as wide as a truck sat on his crotch, making his cock slide ever inside.

All the way until it reached her cervix.

Jenna was a tall lady. Big by any definition that wasn't "fat". But even with that added length, there was still space to go if she wanted to clap her ass cheeks into Jake's thighs.

Which she did.

"It's like a sword!" she moaned as she went up and let her weight push her down. The only thing that stopped her fall was her cervix impacting with Jake's cock, "Hitting at my womb!"

"And you-you like that?" Jake asked. In his experience, Jenna never had.

"It's sooooo HOT!" she groaned as the curvaceous ebony woman slammed her cervix against Jake's cock again.

Again and again.

Her purple lips still shining purple, and her humongous tits swinging in the air, the wife of Jake's best friend slammed herself into him with increasing speed.

And increasing force.

Jake felt the barrier to her womb start to weaken.

He felt it start to stretch.

And if he felt it, then Jake knew, sure as hell, THAT JENNA DID AS WELL!

"Deeper!" Jenna yelled, "DEEPER!"

And, with one last crush, one last slam, Jake felt it.

Her cervix gave away.

The loyal woman who Jake had turned into a cheating slut finally slammed her ass against his hips with a meaty "clap".

It would be the only time, that night, that she did.

"I'm COMING!" she screamed as Jake invaded her uterus.

"Meeee TOO!" Jake joined her.

His testicles, full of white DNA, propelled all those sperm cells up.

Up and up into the black womb of his best friend's wife.

So he started flooding her.

"Just a bit longer," She shuddered as she was, glued to him crotch to crotch, "Gotta let it riiiide!"

Jake almost came a liter in her. A liter. But Jenna's belly did not inflate much because of it.

Rather, most of his semen blasted back into his crotch.

It Mixed with the purple lipstick of her labial lips.

And made it into a masterpiece.

Jake's phone was in his hand right away, not a single thought needed to bring it out.

He pointed it at the cheating purple vagina swallowing his dick, leaking his sperm all over his best friend's bed.

And he committed the image to digital eternity.

"Ah, fuck, that was gooood," Jenna breathed hard as she fell into him.

"That might just be one of the biggest nuts I've ever busted," Jake admitted as he circled his arm around his best friend's wife, and held her close to him.

She snuggled against him, anyway, "You're alright, white boy."

She giggled and kissed him on the cheek.

"You are alright."

They quietly enjoyed the aftersex glow for a while after that.

".... so we are just going to sleep here until Jamal comes home?" Jake asked.

"He always calls me before he comes home," Jenna chuckled naughtily. "We'll be fine."

Jake shrugged and snuggled against her under her bed sheets.

But, while she drifted off to sleep, he got a text back.

"Damn, man, that's hot cash RIGHT there!" was his best friend's reply, accompanied by emojis of shock and appreciation. "My wife's one fucking slut!"

Jake couldn't help it.

He texted back, "See? Purple looks better?"

He waited with bated breath for a proper response. For his friend to, somehow, escalate things some way.

But after waiting long enough for Jake to start getting worried, his friend texted back:

"... sigh, yeah, whatever, at least someone got lucky tonight."

Jake frowned. "You didn't?"

Jamal was a smooth operator, one of the best charmers that Jake knew. Just getting Jake's wife to suck his cock as fast as he did should have meant that-

Jake almost slapped his forehead.

Right, right, Jennifer was easy at first and then hard. It was easy to forget that, sometimes.

This meant that Jake had, effectively, won their little "contest".

For all that was worth.

"Made my move tonight, but your girl cut things off at the last moment. Maaan, if it wasn't for your pic, I'd still have blue balls!" his friend texted back.

Jake thought hard on the matter before he nodded to himself.

"Don't worry, man, I'll help you get into my wife's panties," Jake texted his friend.

"Oh, thank god." his friend's response was prompt. "I knew I could count on you!"

"I got your back, man," Jake posted his last reply.

And then breathed out as he joined his best friend's wife in her sleep.

As he drifted off, he thought with no small amount of relief: With this, they had for sure avoided a disaster, huh?

And all the while his sperm cells met an ovum that Jenna's womb chose that moment to spit out.

It was promptly ganged up, had its cell walls penetrated, and was thoroughly fertilized.

An adulterous half-racial child began growing inside the wife of Jake's best friend.