Sophie’s Friend

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are FICTION. No marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. The story may not conform to our reality. STDs are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the storyline. I don't care if you think every infidelity should end in divorce, or you would divorce, or you think she's a slut. Your morals are not part of my stories. All characters are over the age of 18.

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Sophie's Friend

Sophie and I were married in the spring. We spent the last of our money on a three month round the world tour. When we got back to town, I resumed my job and Sophie resumed hers. If you ever have the opportunity to take a round-the-world tour, do it. The honeymoon was wonderful. We have enough memories to last a lifetime.

However reality set in quickly and the house we had put a downpayment on before leaving was ready for occupancy, so we took possession. The furniture that we had in our two apartments had been in storage in my parent's garage, but even with everything we had the house is empty. Mortgage payments and living costs are eating up almost all of our income, so it will be a long haul to fill the house. Nevertheless, we are comfortable.

About a month after we moved in Sophie greets me at the door when I get home. "Guess what?"

"No idea, what?"

"Janet called to say the old group is getting together on Saturday at Damien's house. I have accepted, it will be a chance for you to meet and get to know many of the people who were at our wedding."

"Great, I think I remember Janet. Tall, really thin brunette?"

"That's her, she was my maid of honor."

"All right, sounds great."

"Just one warning. Damien holds parties that can get a bit raunchy. It is all in good fun but just be aware that things may get strange."

"Raunchy you say, I can get into that mood." I grab her and kiss her. "Like that kind of raunchy?"

"Totally, but at times it may not be me that you are kissing. Nothing too far, it will be all married couples now that I have you." She grabs my shirt and pulls me in for another kiss. Then we head in for dinner. "It will be a pool party; they have a great pool, in a big yard. So, I need to take you shopping for a new suit. Your old one is a bit thin in places. I don't want any of the other wives getting ideas." She grins and hugs me.

Thursday night we take advantage of late-night shopping and find me a new swimsuit. Generous boxers with good coverage. "Loose, so if you get a bit excited when things get raunchy it will not be too obvious." Sophie will be wearing the bikini she bought in Bali. It really emphasizes her figure. Loose may not be enough to conceal my excitement.

Saturday around noon Sophie tells me to get ready, laying out what I am to wear. She is packing the swimsuits and beach towels in a carryall along with a couple of bottles of wine and a six pack of beer. When I come down, she has me haul out a box containing our contribution to the potluck supper.

We arrive at the house about 2:30. Damien must be doing very well; it is a huge house on a double or maybe triple lot. We could fit our house inside with lots of room to spare. We are greeted by Laura, Damien's wife, given a quick tour, and shown a bedroom where we can change and leave our clothes. There are several piles of clothes along the wall. We are not the first to arrive.

We head out to the pool, and Sophie jumps right in, almost landing on who I think is probably Janet. They hug and Sophie from the pool introduces me to the crowd. I concentrate and manage to associate a few of the couples with each other, and the rest are just disconnected individuals. Names?? Not a chance, maybe one or two.

I lay out our towels and ask a guy nursing a beer where to put the wine and beer. Laura has taken the food, and it is already laid out on the long tables along one fence. I find a cooler for the beer and a table for the wine. I choose a cold one of the same brand as I brought, then sit down on the towels.

The guy nursing his beer moves over and introduces himself. "I'm Barry, I belong to Janet." He is reasonably tall but carrying a bit of extra weight and seems an OK guy. We talk; he fills in some of the disconnected couples for me. "You are going to need all the female names and who they belong to. Damien does games where you are handicapped in some way and need to be able to identify someone in front of you. Lots of fun, but a bitch if you cannot remember names."

Over the next hour he tutors me on people's names, a bit of back story on the spouses and things I should try to remember. "Not that it is a problem if you miss someone's name, or get it wrong, we all do. If you have no idea, then say something that will make people laugh. That is a good part of the games anyway."

"So, what are the games?"

"No idea, one time he had each of us put our head in a box. You could see out up to about ankle height and you had to guess who it was. Each guy got to guess each pair of bare girl feet, each girl got to guess each pair of bare guy feet. It was a lot of fun. Last time you got blindfolded and had to guess which bum belonged to your wife. Then they had to do the guys. A lot of fun. Most of us were feeling a lot more than we needed to. But the women, oh, man, some were getting really personal."

OK, a bit raunchy, maybe a bit more than I would normally be comfortable with, but I can go along with it for Sophie.

I spend a bit of time checking out the yard. There is a fairly high fence, and you cannot see more than roof tops of the neighboring houses. You could get really wild and not have to worry about the neighbors.

I swim a bit and participate in a game of water volleyball. Then we joust with pool noodles, wives riding husbands. One of the women, Joanne I think loses her bikini top, but won't give up on the challenge, then at the end swims out to collect it and put it back on. Great cheers from the men. She has very nice breasts.

We barbeque and eat burgers. Several salads, and there were lots of desserts, Sophie has brought a trifle. A couple of girls are horsing around then one pantses the other's husband, and there is a flurry of guys losing their swimsuits, followed by a flurry of women losing their tops, including Sophie. For a while there are a bunch of women wandering around topless then gradually things recover.

Damien gets up and shouts. "Game Time."

Everyone gathers around.

"Last time we did the bum challenge. Today we are going to go a bit further. Nobody has to play, but here is the game. Based on there being a dozen men and a dozen women we will run three at a time. You get blindfolded. You stand there and a member of the opposite sex stands in front of you. I blow a whistle and you have one minute, then I blow another whistle. Using only your hands, you have to identify the person standing in front of you. After the second whistle I ask you to name the person. Cheers for success, boos for failure."

Laura presents a bowl with slips of paper. "I will pull three names out and you come to the front. One after the other, you will be presented with the 12 members of the opposite sex. Once that is done, off come the blindfolds and three more names are chosen. The lucky person being felt up cannot do or say anything that will help to identify themselves. Score will be kept. The one or ones who identify the most correctly are the winners for the evening. All right. First name Toby!" That is me. I get up and Damien says "I may have cheated a bit there, being as how Toby is new to our group, I figured that I should have him up first. Next Simon. Next Arnie. OK, the three of you, up front here where everyone can watch you."

I walk up to the place he points to on the grass. I stand there as he comes around with blindfolds. He makes sure they are really right then whispers in my ear. "Feel free to grab breasts, and stroke pussy's all the other guys will be doing it."

There is a bit of shuffling around that I cannot see, but can hear. Someone laughs.

Damien Blows his whistle. I reach out and find a tummy. I wander my hands up and find breasts with no top on, so I figure that I can fondle them. I move up and find hair and a face, but no idea who it is. I grab her face, lean in and kiss her. Her tongue engages mine in battle. The whistle blows. I step back. Nice breasts, shoulder length hair, kisses nice. About my height 5 foot 6. I rack my brain for a name.

Damien shouts "Simon who was your partner?"

"Jessica Rabbit"

Clearly, he has no idea, the audience roars with laughter. A woman speaks up "Simon, you almost had me cumming, but you could not guess who I was?" Another roar of laughter. I recognize the voice, but cannot put a name to it.

Damien shouts "Clara, no clues, now he knows not to guess your name for future tests."

"Oops, my bad."

"Toby, who was your partner?"

Not a clue "Marylynn Monroe."

More laughter, someone in the audience, a guy shouts. "After a kiss like that, still no ideas?" More laughter.

"Arnie, who was your partner?"

"Well, I was going to guess Clara, but since it is not her, my next guess is Laura." The audience erupts in cheers.

"OK, next partners." There is shuffling and a new woman is in front of me.

The whistle blows. I start a bit lower, check out her bikini bottom, move up and find breasts with a familiar bikini top. Up and feel her hair and face, lean in and kiss her for the balance of the time. At my turn I shout "Sophie" great cheers. Thank God, I was afraid that I had it wrong and she would give me a rough time. Arnie tried Jessica Rabbit, and Simon tried Mary, and was greeted with boos.

At the end of my turn, I get three cheers a couple of boos and much laughter as I named various movie stars. I get Sophie, because I recognize the bikini, Angela, because she is the only one in a one-piece suit; and Charmin, because she has her hair in corn rows.

Next up are three women. And I get to watch the first few guys. They stand in front of a woman, who pretty much uniformly shove a hand into the guy's suit, and fondle his cock. Many never get beyond that. When my turn comes, I stand in front of each woman and have my cock stroked, squeezed, bent and pumped. One of the guys cums, under the ministrations of the women. A great cheer erupts from the audience. She correctly guesses it is Mark.

Next up are three men. I watch with a bit of concern, as all three of them shove their hand into Sophie's bikini and I am pretty sure shove a finger inside her, then fondle her breasts. One lifts her bikini top up and sucks on a nipple. She giggles. She isn't unique, he does that for all of them. On the third one, it is pretty clear that she has a small orgasm as he rubs her clit. Once again, he manages that with four of the women. Nobody guesses Sophie's identity. Though one gets seven correct. Three of the women remove their tops before standing in front of one or more of the men.

Another round of women, and Janet is one of them. I stand in front of her, and she expertly reaches into my suit and pulls my cock out. She fondles it, comments. "Ooh, a big one." Then she leans over and licks the precum off my cock. She sucks my cock into her mouth when the whistle goes off, and she stands up. I tuck myself in. God knows what the clue is, but she is the third woman to name me after fondling my cock. I swear I have never given any of them an opportunity to fondle my cock before.

Sophie is in the third group of women. She is not shy about pulling cocks out of suits. I am more than a bit surprised at the number of men she correctly identifies from feeling their cocks. When my turn comes. She shoves her hand in, grabs my cock and says quite loud. "I know this one." She pulls my head down for a deep kiss and spends the rest of the minute giving me an expert hand job while kissing me.

At the end, she has seven correct names. Back on our towels, I ask. "Dare I ask how many of these men you have slept with?"

"Not many, You, of course, Mark and Ben."

"Then how did you name so many by fondling their cocks?"

"Not from that silly, you are about the only one any of the women could guess from feeling the cock, you are bigger than the rest of them." News to me, I did not think I was particularly well endowed. "No, by the feel of the waistband of their swimsuit."

"Oh"

"That is how most of the men who get good scores are guessing the women. You got Angela because she has a one piece, and Charmin from her hair. You should have gotten Sammy by her suit, the big ruffles on the bikini top, and May because her hair is so short. You need to pay more attention. Next time we come to one of these, I expect you to identify half the women, just from those clues."

"Yeah, and I got you from the feel of the bikini."

"See, look for the clues."

At the end, the two who got seven correct are declared winners. At least six, and maybe more, failed to recognize their spouse.

After a little over two hours playing the game, we migrate inside, everyone still in their bathing suits. Sophie circulates with me for a while, then abandons me with a group of the guys discussing last week's embarrassing loss to our traditional rival town about 200 miles away. After a while I wander back to the bar to refresh my drink, looking for Sophie. I get a new beer and spot her talking in a huddle with Janet. She spots me and heads over to join me.

She wraps her arm around mine, crushing my arm against her breast. "Janet and I have been talking. We have shared pretty much everything since we met in grade six. I am going to run interference, and she is going to take you someplace with a bit of privacy. Do me a favor and show her a good time, give her one of your super orgasms. OK? Do it for me." She releases my arm and heads off.

"Wait, what?" But she is gone.

A moment later Janet slips her arm in and crushes my arm against her breast. "So, Sophie told you? Come with me." She starts dragging me out of the room. We head down the stairs into the basement.

I pull to a stop part way down the stairs. "Come where?"

She tugs at me and we get moving again. "Inside me, silly, deep inside me."

We stop at a closed door. Janet opens the door, but the room, a bedroom is occupied. I don't recognize the couple, but I am pretty sure they are not married to each other. We check another door. Janet taps and someone says "Occupied."

I am still trying to process this; it is not making sense to me. Janet opens a door to a bathroom, and hauls me in. Closing and locking the door. She reaches into my suit and grabs my cock. I am surprised how hard I am. She pulls my trunks down and lifts my foot so I step out of them. She stands up and pulls off her top. Very nice upstanding breasts.

I engage my brain again. "Wait, we are married, to other people."

"Yup, and Sophie and I have shared everything. She had a shot with Barry just after announcing your engagement. Unfortunately, I was tied up, so this is my shot with you." She bends over pulling down her bikini bottoms. She steps to the sink, leans forward, spreads her legs. She looks back at me, then grabs my cock and gives it a few pumps. She turns around and lines me up with her pussy, then slams back against me, bottoming out in a single swift stroke. She is wet, really wet. "I have been looking forward to this for the last week." She grabs a hand and pulls it up to cup her breast. "Come on, get with the program, we don't have all day. At some point Barry is going to wonder where we are."

Sophie has told me to give her an orgasm. I am working on autopilot and start fucking her.

Stroke, "Oh." Stroke "God you're tight." Stroke "Oh."

I am coming to my senses. What the fuck am I doing? But Sophie did tell me to do it for her. Janet is clearly enjoying this. With each stroke, she pushes back against me. Her breasts are swaying back and forth. She arches her back and reaches under to rub her clit. My second hand finds the other breast. I feel her pussy squeezing my cock. I feel like my cock is expanding against her pressure.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming." She starts to vibrate. I move my hands to her hips to hold her steady. Her legs start to shake, and I must hold more of her weight to keep her from falling. "Oh God, oh fuck." She leans hard against the sink. She pushes hard against me. "Fuck, I wish I had met you before Sophie did."

I cum, blasting a huge load deep inside her.

"Oh, God, you came so hard. Fuck that was good."

I thrust hard again and blow a second load inside her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, you are good."

I cum another couple of times, each one less intense than the one before it. Then I hold myself deep inside her while her orgasm runs its course. Sophie always tells me not to pull out till I am soft. I assume that still applies and hold my position while I soften.

Eventually Janet stands up. I slide out. She turns and kisses me. "You are everything Sophie told me you would be. Now lay down on the floor, it is my turn to fuck you."

We spread a couple of towels on the floor, and I lay on my back. Janet takes my cock, gives it a couple of strokes, then licks it. After licking the head, she slides it deep into her mouth and starts stroking it. When I get hard enough, she stops, repositions, and aligns it with her entrance, and slowly sits on me. Pushing me deep inside her. Then she leans forward and starts to rock back and forth. Each stroke, her nipples drag a pair of lines up and down my chest. Each stroke, she moans, "ohhhhhh." She grabs my hands and pulls them up above my head, holding them against the floor.

I can feel my cock getting harder and harder. She is looking into my eyes. "God, you are good." I am not really doing anything; she is doing all the work. Each stroke as she bottoms out, she grinds her clit against my pubic bone. I feel her vagina starting to quiver, she is going to cum again. I am not far behind her.

She arches her back, and her hands are crushing mine. Oh God, oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." She pushes hard against me. It feels like she is trying to break my cock off at the root. Her vagina clamps down on me and shivers. I cum. A great load, bigger than I expected is blasted deep inside her. "Oh fuuuuukkkkkk." She collapses onto me. My cock fires another load deep inside her.

I free my hands and hug her. She kisses me, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth.

After a few minutes someone tries the door. Janet sits up and yells "We'll be out in a couple of minutes."

A girl laughs. "Take your time, we can wait."

Janet gets up and grabs a hand cloth. She wipes up the cum flowing out of her, then cleans my cock with it. Then she rinses it and does a deeper cleanup on herself. I get up and pull on my trunks. I find her bikini and hold it out for her. She puts it on.

When we come out of the bathroom, Laura is kissing a guy I think is Mark, definitely not Damien. They slip into the bathroom and lock the door. Janet runs up the stairs and is gone.

When I get upstairs, Janet is at the bar mixing a drink. When she sees me, she hands me a beer. Then she wanders off to talk to people. I look around and don't see any sign of Sophie. I check outside, just in time to see her and Barry coming out of the pool house. Barry looks very happy.

I walk up to them. "Hi, what have you guys been up to?"

Barry looks away. "Nothing."

Sophie takes my arm. "I was just showing him some of the paintings in the pool house. How are you doing? It's getting late, do you want to head home?"

"Ah, OK, sure, let's head home."

We turn and head for the bedroom where the clothes are stacked. The door is open; there is a couple dressing. Sophie drags me in and shucks her suit off, grabbing her skirt and shirt, totally ignoring the other couple. I just slip my pants over my suit.

In the car on the way home, Sophie asks, "Did you fuck Janet and give her a good orgasm?"

"I did."

She leans over and kisses me on the cheek. "Thank you. Was she fun?"

"Yes, she was. Is this what our married life is going to be, a swap meet?"

"No, I just needed you to fuck Janet. She is my BFF and she needed a chance to fuck you."

"Did you fuck Barry in the pool house?"

"Ooh, good, you are starting to get observant. Yes, I needed to make sure he was occupied while you were doing Janet."

"So, is this going to be a regular thing, you fucking Barry?"

"Oh, God no, he is a lousy lay. I have been telling Janet that she needs to get rid of him. She needs a better sex life."

We drive the rest of the way home in silence, Sophie rubbing my leg and getting me hard. When we get home, she gives me some of the best sex she has ever given me.

Two months later, I arrive home to find another car in the driveway. It is positioned so I can get my car into the garage. I open the door to the kitchen and clearly hear Sophie laughing then Janet talking. I come into the kitchen, and Sophie jumps up, hugs me and gives me a kiss.

"Hope you don't mind, but I said Janet could stay with us for a while."

"Ah, sure, what has happened?"

Janet replies "I gave Barry divorce papers today. Sophie helped me to move all my stuff into your spare bedroom. Then I took the papers to Barry's work and dropped them on his desk. As I was walking out, he called me a fucking bitch. I don't think he was happy."

"I hope that what we did in the bathroom at Damien's was not the cause."

"Nope, I caught him with his secretary. I put in a nanny cam and got footage of him screwing her in my bed. If he had asked in advance, I would have given him a pass. But he didn't. Bugger is a lousy lay and a liar. I was tired of the lousy lay, but the lying was the final straw. I didn't actually mind him screwing his secretary."

We have dinner, talk, and then head to bed.

Sophie gets into bed without her pyjamas. "Would you like Janet to join us? I'd kind of like to watch you fucking her. Then she could watch you fucking me. I think it would be hot. And you know that we share everything."

I hesitate, Janet is a great lay, but this feels a bit weird. Then "OK, if that is what you want." I really cannot resist giving Sophie whatever she wants.

The door to the bedroom opens. It is clear that Janet has been listening at the door. In the nude. She climbs into bed on the other side from Sophie. Thank God that Sophie brought a king-sized bed into the marriage.

I think I now understand why she has a king size bed.

Janet never did move into the spare bedroom.