“Hey Manny, I wanted to ask you something,” Steve said, leaning back in his chair, sipping a beer.

“Anything, mate, shoot,” Manny replied.

“I'm gonna be away, I’m heading out on this European leg of the tour tomorrow. Six weeks, solid. Jodie's going to be climbing the walls looking for action. There's no subtle way to put this. Would you service her?”

“What, Steve?” Manny asked.

“I wanted to be blunt, no beating around the bush. Well…..there is no bush with that girl, that pussy is waxed smooth. Would you fuck Jodie, while I am away?” Steve asked.

Manny felt uneasy and said nothing.

“I want you to go for it. Fuck her brains out while I'm gone. Keep her satisfied. She's got that burning itch, you know?”

“Are you serious?” Manny asked with a mixture of surprise and arousal.

“Dead serious. You know we have an open relationship. You can even text me the details if you want—I get off on it. But yeah, take care of her.”

Manny swigged his drink, pondering his friend’s request as they sat in a quiet corner of the Malibu bar.

Steve and Manny had been chums for years, and they had always looked out for each other. But this was a first.

“Is Jodie up for it?”

“Absolutely, we have already discussed it,” Steve confirmed.

“Well then, I am happy to help. What are friends for?” Manny said, smiling.

Jodie Adams was an infamous supermodel with long blonde hair and a perfect figure. Succulent breasts toned long legs. A chiselled face with deep blue eyes, a wicked smile and a cute little nose. Manny couldn’t wait to fuck her.

As soon as Steve was on his travels. Manny got prepared, showered, shaved, and manscaped his cock and balls. He then headed round to the sexy model's Malibu home. Ulysses, Jodie’s chauffeur and right-hand man, welcomed him in.

“Jodie is just in a meeting and will be a few minutes. Would you like a drink?” Ulysses asked.

“No, I am OK.”

“Just wait, and I’ll tell her you are here.”

Jodie’s meeting was actually her therapy session with Dr Sally Sumner. And it involved a lot more than talking. The two ladies had ended up naked in Jodie’s bed, kissing and tonguing each other’s mouths and pussies.

Jodie’s mobile sprang to life with a message from Ulysses telling her about the caller downstairs.

“What is it?” Sally asked.

“It’s a friend of Steve’s, Manny, he’s in the lounge,” Jodie replied.

“Did you expect him?”

“Yes, but not quite so soon, and I’d thought he would have called first.”

“Well, hun. I need to be going anyway,” Sally said, retrieving her clothes from the floor.

Sally walked downstairs dressed in a black suit and blue heels. Her hair was scrabbed back in a ponytail. Her glasses and makeup were flawless, giving her a polished, professional look. Manny thought nothing of it as the attractive therapist walked past him and smiled.

Jodie got out of bed and slid a black dress up her naked body. She slipped her pedicured feet into a pair of high-heels. Ruffled her hair and went to find her visitor.

She knew why Manny was here, knowing Steve had given her permission to have some fun, excited her beyond belief. The little black dress hugged her curves, and she let it ride up her thighs with every subtle move as she walked downstairs.

“Hey Manny,” she said, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.

She sank into the sofa opposite him. His eyes traced her body as the fabric of her dress inched higher.

“Manny, you look so worked up already.”

“I hope you don’t mind me dropping in. I didn’t have your number.”

“It’s OK.”

Jodie moved forward and opened her legs enough for Manny to see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He couldn’t stop looking between those perfect thighs, hoping for a better view of her snatch.

“I do have this photo shoot this afternoon, though. Why don’t you meet me there?” Jodie suggested.

“That sounds great.”

“Perfect,” Jodie said, getting up.

Manny followed her lead and jumped up. Jodie leaned in to kiss his cheek. But Manny had a different idea and moved his mouth to catch her lips. Soon they were kissing in a passionate embrace, their tongues finding each other. Their hands running down each other’s bodies.

“You’ll have to wait,” she said putting her finger on his lips

The Californian sun beat down on the golden beach, waves crashing in the background as the photoshoot wrapped up. Manny stood off to the side, his eyes locked on Jodie as she strutted in a skimpy white bikini that hugged her tanned, slim body. Her flawless curves glistened with sweat and sunscreen, those full tits straining against the thin, small bikini top, her ass cheeks peeking out with every sway of her hips. Manny's cock twitched hard in his shorts just watching her. The fact that Steve had given the green light fuelled the ache even more.

Soon the beach emptied of the crew, photographers, their assistants, passers-by and all manner of other hangers-on. Jodie picked up her mobile and grabbed a bottle of water. Manny watched her as she tilted her head back and quenched her thirst.

“Come with me,” Manny said, feeling the time was right.

He grabbed Jodie’s wrist, yanking her away from the crowd toward a cluster of palm trees that offered some cover. He pinned her against a tree. His hands roamed her body, ripping the bikini strings loose. The top fell away, exposing her perky tits, nipples hardening in the open air. Jodie gasped, arching into him as she spread her legs. Manny shoved the bikini bottoms aside, his fingers diving straight into her soaking pussy. She was drenched already, hot and slick, walls grabbing around his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her.

“Fuck, you're so wet!” he muttered.

“Harder, Manny. Finger-fuck me like you own this cunt.”

He obliged, adding a third finger, stretching her tight hole as juices ran down his wrist. Exhibitionism lit Jodie up—anyone could wander by and catch them like this.

Manny spun her around and yanked his shorts down; his thick cock sprang free. Without warning, he slammed into her from behind, burying every inch into her dripping pussy. He thrust deep and fast, skin slapping against skin. Her ass jiggled with every impact, pussy squeezing him like a vice. Jodie fumbled for her mobile.

“Steve, I’ve gotta show him,” she whimpered between thrusts, dialling a video call with shaky fingers.

The screen lit up, Steve's face appeared, slightly surprised to see his girlfriend being fucked before his eyes. He quickly became aroused, taking in the scene.

“Watch this, baby,” Jodie panted, putting the phone between her legs.

She perfectly captured Manny's cock sliding in and out of her tight cunt. Steve's breath hitched on the line, getting off the rush.

Manny gripped Jodie's hair, yanking her head back as he rammed deeper, relentless. Jodie's moans escalated, tits bouncing wildly, the phone shaking in her hand as she held it steady for Steve.

“He's so deep, Steve... filling me up,” she gasped, her body quivering, on the edge.

Manny thrusts turned savage, cockhead battering her cervix with each plunge. Jodie's pussy clenched tighter, her orgasm building as Steve devoured every detail. Manny felt his own release as he exploded inside her. As his cock fell out, a wave of cum dropped and splattered the phone screen.

Steve's view was suddenly blurry, as though a screensaver had come on. He couldn’t quite believe what he had seen. He felt turned on and jealous at the same time. Well, he had only himself to blame if he didn’t like it.

Jodie licked Manny’s cum off the phone screen, which slightly improved the view for Steve, but not much.

Jodie ended the call, and the pair made themselves look decent before getting back on the beach. Manny had enjoyed every moment of his escapade and couldn’t wait to do it again. Jodie also felt the same but also had other thoughts running through her mind.

“Would you like to meet up later in the week?” Manny asked.

“I would, but I am going to fly to Europe to see Steve.”

“You miss him?”

“Yes. But I also realise I need to finish things with him.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I had fun this afternoon, but I realise I want my man to fuck me and not give someone else the responsibility.”

“So, maybe when you get back then?” Manny asked.

“Maybe!”

Manny now wondered if in gaining a lover, he had lost a friend. Steve had definitely lost Jodie.

Jodie and Manny walked back along the beach, side by side, the tide at their feet and the wind tugging at their clothes. Each carried a purpose, and Europe was waiting.