Akeila and Tina spent most of their evening howling in laughter over way too much wine and very little decorum. Tina’s husband, Sean, kept out of their way, for the most part, as he focused on his novel writing in the study. Deadlines had to be met, and his agent was impatient as all hell.

As he graced their presence for what was probably the third time in four hours, Akeila jutted her chest prominently into the air to project her large breasts straining against her pink sweater and asked Sean, “Hey, Seanie boy, this shirt make my titties look big?”

Sean’s face scrunched, relaxed and took several different shapes before his slimmer, blonde wife Tina burst into laughter which made Akeila break character and follow suit. Tina stood up, squeezed her husband’s cheek and kissed him before turning to Akeila and saying, “He’s such a frickin’ cutie, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is,” Akeila said before taking a sip and giving Sean a devilish look. Sean gulped as he found his wife’s dark-skinned, short-haired friend to be an absolute scorcher. If he were to make a list, Akeila easily made top two of his better half’s hottest friends, and she was quite the flirt to boot.

“Honey,” Tina said while opening another bottle of wine, “settle an argument between me and Akeila. Wait, Akeila and I,” she snickered.

“Are jumper overalls sexy,” Akeila said, “or not?”

Sean thought for a moment and said, “No, they’re the unsexiest thing a woman could ever wear.”

“See, I told you he’d agree with me.” Tina plopped into the seat next to Akeila and poured another glass for her guest.

“He’s only saying that because you got his ass pussy-whipped.” Akeila looked at Sean and raised a brow while taking another sip.

“Me? Pussy-whipped?” Sean held his chest in faux shock. “Well, I never.”

The ladies held over in laughter and slapped each other’s shoulders. Sean figured “what the hell” and fetched a glass and poured some wine for himself. Heck, it helped his creative process in the past.

“All you need, Seanie, is the right woman wearing them to get your juices flowing and that fat dick jumping.” Akeila sipped more wine, pulled the glass away and licked the remnants from her plump lips.

“Dammit, Akeila.” Tina looked to the ceiling, rapidly shaking her head. “Now he knows that I tell you about our fuck, I mean sex life.”

“A worthless snitch, am I,” Akeila said, mimicking a popular Sci-Fi icon.

“And what do you mean ‘right woman’? I’m the right woman, beeyotch.” More unrestrained cackles escaped both ladies.

Sean turned to go back upstairs and jot down ideas the wine freed from the deepest recesses of his brain when Tina said, “Don’t forget to pick me up from Akeila’s tomorrow, babe. I’m walking over from the gym to her place after.”

When he got to the landing, he verbally acknowledged and wisecracked again about the unsexiness of jumper overalls before disappearing for that evening.

The following day, Sean texted his wife as he forgot the agreed time to meet at Akeila’s place. She hadn’t responded, so he texted Akeila, and she replied with two o’clock.

After Sean released a satisfactory amount of thought vomit onto a word document, he drove over to Akeila’s, walked up to her door and knocked. He nodded at the well-manicured lawn, fresh teal paint job of the exterior walls and the environment’s general freshness. That’s what always came to mind for him when it came to Akeila: freshness. Whether it was the fragrances she wore, how she brought out a more raucous personality from his wife, or even the fresh haircut she wore at that time – freshness was the order of the day.

Ms Fresh herself opened the door while wearing a denim jumper overall skirt with nothing underneath and placed a hand on her hip while looking up at Sean. Her full-sized breasts leaned to either side, with the jumper’s material being the only thing covering her nipples, as part of her brown areolas were visible.

“Make yourself at home,” Akeila said while moving her hip-placed hand to gesture to the inside. Sean froze, stuck in a trance at her juicy tits, which begged for the jumper’s straps to be undone – begged to hop into his mouth.

Dude, relax, this is your wife’s friend. She’s hot but chill.

“You want something to drink while you wait?” Akeila asked as she walked ahead of him towards her fridge and pulled out a pitcher of ice-cold water. The denim skirt didn’t flatter her big backside like most of her outfits, but it still allowed an onlooker to know it was present and prominent.

In any event, her swollen boobs were the real star of the show.

“Um, yes,” Sean said as he sat on her couch.

She poured a glass, walked over to Sean and bent to pass it off as her tits dangled inside their clothed prison, giving him a salacious view.

“So, what do you think?” Akeila raised her hands above her and twirled.

“I guess you proved me wrong.” Sean gulped the glass down in a single pull while she carried the pitcher back to the fridge.

Dude, relax.

“Sooo, are you admitting that jumper overalls can be sexy?” She tucked her thumbs into the sides, allowing the outskirts of her breasts to spread wider than the tapering of her waist.

Damn, her tits are great.

“Yeah, definitely.” Sean’s jaw remained unhinged, and he clasped it shut when he caught himself and asked, “Um, when is Tina finishing up?”

Akeila walked up to Sean and squatted in front of him, spreading her legs to expose her clean-shaven mound. “Not for another hour.”

Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.

“Why am I here so early? The time you texted a mistake?”

“No, it wasn’t.” Akeila rested her forearms on Sean’s thighs and thrust her chest upward, thus arching her back. “For a writer, you’re a little slow on the uptake. Aren’t you guys supposed to understand human behaviour?” She reached for his growing bulge that printed against his cargo pants. “Tell me: what am I feeling right now?”

“Ke-Ke-Akeila, this isn’t right. Tina’s your friend, and I-I-I’m married. We’re married.”

“Sean, let’s be real: You’ve wanted to fuck me from the first time you saw me. That night, Tina introduced us, you couldn’t stop staring at my ass and titties.” She continued rubbing his length and then unzipped the pants and pulled it out. “And I couldn’t stop thinking of sucking and fucking this big, white dick.”

Akeila held the base with one hand and palmed the fat mushroom head with the other. “Traditionally, these fits are popular on farms, and I may be wrong here because I don’t know shit about farming… ” Akeila licked the slit of the glans, and a spit trail linked the tips of her tongue and his cock, before she smeared it over her pouty lips with said tongue, “… but I think people wear these when it comes to milking. Well, my boy, I’m gonna milk this dick before Tina gets here.”

Jesus Christ, this is so wrong, but I have to fuck her. I have to. Wait no, what am I doing?

“No, Akeila, we can’t do this.” Sean reached forward and held her head with both hands. His fingers sank into her moisturized semi-afro, and she hummed as his tips kneaded her scalp.

“Why can’t we do it, pray tell?” She rotated her head within his grip and moaned. The way her eyes closed, paired with the elegant sheen of her dark skin made her seem like a goddess who had the situation fully in control. Almost as if she were vibing to imaginary jazz tones while Sean sat there like a helpless peon.

“As I said,” Sean’s voice became stern, and he sat up straighter, “Tina’s your friend, and I am a married man.”

“You’re not making for a strong argument, Seanie boy.”

“And why do you say that?”

“Because I’m still holding ya dick… which is still really fucking hard, by the way. Mmm, so big and hard.” Akeila stroked and looked at it as if entranced. “And, when you were all serious just now, it got me even wetter. You really wanna put this hard dick and my wet pussy to waste?”

Sean’s non-response was a response, and he knew Akeila knew that. Many times he laughed at Tina for letting her talk her into things she was adamantly against, and there he was, seated and lecherously helpless. Part of him wished he could tell his wife later that he understood, but that was obviously ill-advised.

“Yup,” Akeila said as a smile brightened her face, and Sean reclined. “That’s what I thought.”

Akeila thrust her mouth over Sean’s cock and went down halfway before kneeling, sitting on her haunches and bending his cock forward so that her face was parallel to his. Her hollowed cheeks combined with her narrowed eyes made him want to violently cum down her throat, but he was determined to make this last – not too long to risk Tina catching them, though.

Akeila released his cock and accentuated the sound of its emancipation by popping her lips. Saliva strings drooped between them as his schlong sprung back and slapped his stomach.

“Fuck, that’s a juicy dick. This should never be for just one woman.” Akeila scooped his balls with one hand and licked them while jacking the top half of his cock with the other. “Lemme sit on this big fucker.” Akeila stood, raised her denim skirt, exposing the flare of her hips and climbed onto Sean’s lap and lowered steadily while grimacing.

“Goddammit, Akeila.” Sean grabbed her waist and pulled her down until she was balls deep and her mouth cosplayed the number zero. She undulated for a bit to get accustomed to him, which he appreciated, as anything more aggressive may have meant an earlier end. Sean looked at the point of penetration and loved how her clit rubbed against his pelvis. He loved it even more when he looked into her eyes which were strained with pleasure, and she grabbed his throat, choking him.

“Fuck you, Sean.” Akeila’s face remained in an anguished state. “You like me riding you and choking you, you fat-dicked son of a bitch?”

“Yes, I fucking love it.”

Akeila rose from her knees and planted her feet on the couch. She hopped up and down his lap, making her fat buttocks clap against his pelvis loudly, which stiffened Sean even more.

“Jesus Christ, it’s getting bigger,” Akeila snarled. “Fuck!” Spit flew from her mouth onto his face as she continued cussing and bouncing her thick backside off his lap. Her luscious tits jiggled as much as they could while restrained in the overalls, which Sean strangely liked. Something about her having the farm girl look and talking about milking him made the experience naughtier than it had any right to be.

Sean stood with Akeila and grabbed her fleshy derriere into a spread while drilling her tight cunt. Akeila’s head lolled back, exposing her slender neck, and one of her tits fell away from their covering and hopped with every harsh thrust. Her knee pits were adjoined to his elbow pits during this hard fucking that they both needed, with her feet flailing at the side.

Fuck-fuck-fuck, I’m gonna cum, and she hasn’t yet. Shit-shit.

“I’m cumming!” Sean bellowed.

“Drop me, quick!”

Sean did just that, and Akeila squatted and jacked him toward her upturned face and tits while opening her mouth so wide her top and bottom teeth showed. The moments leading to his climax almost played out in slow motion as he observed her dangling uvula, the dark, perverse passage of her throat and her hopping, denim-covered bosom. When he finally erupted, he yelled initially, and that devolved into a primal growl as thick, white and off-white emissions covered her face, hair, chest and denim-guarded torso in vertical and crisscrossed splashes. Her right eye was glued shut in a stripe that ended a few inches into her hairline, and her left nostril clogged temporarily, before she snort laughed and blew sperm over her lips which dripped down her chin. Forceful shots splattered her forehead, speckling her hair and nose and globs wobbled along her cheeks to hang from her jawline. Her chest and outfit received most of the crisscross shots, which were the dying ones. She smiled at him, staring through the good eye and heaving into a laugh which caused runoff to travel through her cleavage behind the overalls and into obscurity.  The jizz contrasted with the denim’s blue, and some diagonally draped across the overall strap as if attempting to seal it onto her skin.

“Shit… I’m sorry about the jumper,” Sean panted as his knees buckled and he struggled to remain standing. For a moment, he thought Akeila gripping his meat with both hands was the only reason he hadn’t fallen.

“Typical man: I’m blind in one eye, nostril blocked and gotta wash my hair, but you’re worried about my clothes.” She rolled her available eye, and they both chuckled. Akeila stood and went to roll the skirt portion down before Sean pointed out the semen on her stomach, pelvis and thighs that would surely stain the outfit.

“Sorry again.” Sean raised his hand while his limp dick dribbled onto the floor.

“Wash that off and sit back out here like nothing happened,” Akeila said as she disappeared into a hallway. “I know my pussy’s good, Seanie boy, but I ain’t letting you off the hook that easy. You owe me a nut. I’mma hit the shower.” Her voice sounded muffled before the shower came on.

Sean wiped his genitals off with wipes and relaxed before his wife arrived forty-five minutes later. The smell of sex possibly alerting her to recent happenings only popped into his mind as they sat and chatted about her gym session. It didn’t smell any different than when he first came, but when you live in the chicken coop, the odour doesn’t hit the same as if you’re arriving for the first time, as they say.

Okay, probably doesn’t smell like anything happened here – she’s prattling on without a care in the world. Wait, did I clean everything up from the floor?

Akeila came out of the shower with a towel hugging the underside of her bottom neatly and barely hiding the top of her areolas as her breasts plumped like a Medieval Wench.

“You won’t believe what your husband and I did while we were waiting for you.” Akeila sashayed toward Tina with her hands on her hips, and the latter raised a brow.

“What did you do?” Tina turned to Sean and asked. “Did she bore you with reality show talk? She did, didn’t she?”

What the hell is Akeila doing? Sean sat up straight in his chair and held his breath.

“Girl, shit got so heated before you came,” Akeila said.

“Oh yeah?” Tina replied.

Oh God, no.

“Only a little bit after he got here, it was on.” Akeila clapped and jutted her broad hips to a side.

I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so goddamned stupid.

“The tension was unbearable!” Akeila slapped her thighs and drew her towel a little higher.

“I’m gonna feel more tension if that towel goes any higher,” Tina said, then bit her lip.

That’s it. My wife’s killing me in cold blood today – I’m done.

“We argued about jumper overalls again.”

Sean’s posture slumped, and he exhaled.

“Bitch… oh God, you are so dramatic.” Tina looked between the two of them, then slapped his thigh. “That again? I swear, the both of you are so stubborn.”

“I still think they suck,” Sean said, blinking quickly.

“There’s no changing his mind.” Akeila shook her head while looking at him.

“Well, just bury the hatchet and agree to disagree.” Tina rolled her eyes.

If only she knew they – well he – indeed buried something and agreed to agree.