“He’s an ass! Ten years of marriage, and he goes and bangs some skank! What an ass! I might be able to understand if she was at least pretty, but she’s not. She’s an ugly slut! She’s been down on at least half of the guys, and probably women, in his office. I hope she gave him herpes or VD. Oh god! If I get VD cause he fucked that slut, I’ll kill him! Why? Why would he do this to me?” Natalie broke down and sobbed.

I wanted to tell her Kenny, her husband, had always been an ass, and this was, most likely, not the first time he had cheated on her during their ten years of marriage. But I didn’t think that was what she needed to hear just now.

“Who knows why, people just do stupid things sometimes. They’re people, that’s what they do,” I said, placing my hand gently between her shoulder blades.

I began to move my hand in circles on her back attempting to comfort her. The smell of her perfume filled my nostrils as I rubbed. God she smelled good! I wanted to take her in my arms, tell her to forget the asshole, and profess my secret love for her, but doubted that would end well and settled for rubbing her back and trying to find something comforting to say.

Natalie turned, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her face against my chest while continuing to sob uncontrollably. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight against me. The scent of lilac wafted up from her golden hair and her warm firm body crushed against me sent a tingling sensation through my entire body. Her small firm breasts pressed into my ribs causing a stir in my groin. I felt lightheaded and began to swoon. I fought the sudden urge to rip her clothes off and make mad passionate love to her, right there in her office. Pangs of guilt, over such lustful thoughts at a time when she most needed me as a friend, began to torture me, but I was helpless to stop the growing arousal within me.

I met Natalie six months after her wedding and had fallen in love, or possibly lust, with her soon after. I had been forced to stand by, for nearly ten years, and watch how badly her jackass of a husband treated her. Several times I had wanted to tell her to get out and not look back, but she was in love and denied there were any problems in her marriage. Now here I stood, in her office, her wrapped in my arms, her warm sexy body pressed against me, and her intoxicating scent assaulting my senses.

“I just don’t understand how he could treat me this way. I’ve done everything for him, I cook for him, clean for him, I’ve never refused him anything. Even when I didn’t feel like lying there with my legs spread so he could get off, knowing full well the only way I was going to get off, was with my vibrator after he fell asleep,” Natalie sobbed into my chest.

The image of Natalie lying nude, her shapely legs spread wide, her hot sweet entrance waiting to be filled, commandeered my thoughts. I pressed my cheek to the top of her head and hugged her tighter. All the while feeling as though I had betrayed her with the lewd images flashing through my mind. I didn’t want to be the guy who only thought about her sexually. I wanted to be there for her, to comfort her, to help her through the crisis. I really did, but the warmth of her body, the silky softness of her golden hair on my hand as I stroked her back, the picture of her getting off with her vibrator, how could I not think of her that way? I attempted to say something comforting, but only managed an unintelligible mumble.

Natalie lifted her tear streaked face to look up at me. “I have to get out of here. Could you drive me home?” she sniffed, wiping her eyes.

“Of course.” I nodded. "Let me just tell Doug I’m leaving, then we’ll go,”

She stepped back placing her hand on my chest. “Thank you, you’re such a good friend,” she sniffed.

Her words stung me. 'You wouldn’t say that if you knew what I have been thinking for the last few minutes,' I thought. My guilt had continued to grow and pushed the images from my mind, but did not lessen my arousal in the least.

“Kay, but hurry please. I’ll meet you by the car,” she said, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue as I opened the door.

“I will,” I answered, pulling the door shut behind me.

I hurried toward Doug’s office, but was stopped by one of the secretaries.

“What’s going on? Is Natalie all right?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

“She will be,” I answered, continuing on to Doug’s office.

Not wanting to waste time with long explanations, I poked my head through his door.

“Hey Doug, Natalie isn’t feeling well and needs me to drive her home. Is it all right if I take off?”

He looked up from his work.

“Ah... Yeah sure, go ahead. Hope it’s nothing serious,” he called, as I was already headed toward the exit.

Natalie was waiting beside my truck by the time I reached the parking lot. I opened the door and helped her climb in, Her knee length skirt slid up over her slippery black pantyhose, exposing her shapely legs from the middle of her thigh down. Even more inappropriate thoughts popped into my head. I loved women in stockings and pantyhose, especially sheer black like Natalie was wearing today, and I found it difficult to drive while stealing glances at her sculpted legs.

The drive only took fifteen minutes, but felt much longer to me.

“Thank you for doing this. I don’t think I could have driven myself,” Natalie said, as I parked in her driveway.

I reached over and gently squeezed her small hand.

“No problem, I wish there was more I could do,” I said, taking another quick glance down at her legs.

She forced a smile and shook her head. “There’s nothing anyone can do. I just have to stop blubbering and deal with it. But, I’m glad you were there for me. I really do appreciate it.”

She opened the door to get out, but stopped as if thinking, then turned back to me.

“Want to come in for a bit?” she asked. “Please, I don’t want to be alone right now,” she added when I hesitated.

I had hesitated only because I feared doing something stupid to further upset her, or ruin our friendship. However, I could never refuse her anything and agreed. She climbed out of the truck and I followed her into the house.

“Have a seat. I’ll be right back,” she said, waving her arm toward the sofa as we passed through the elegant living room.

It felt good to sink into the overstuffed cushions of the sofa and relax. I watched Natalie as she continued on into the kitchen. The soft curls of golden hair bounced about her shoulders and her skirt hugged the slight flare of her narrow hips and swished around her gorgeous legs just above her knees. She was a vision, and I was entranced.

She returned shortly carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. She filled one glass and handed it to me.

“Oh, would you rather have a beer or something else?” She stopped.

I shook my head.

“No, wine will be fine,” I answered, taking the glass from her. I’m not much of a wine drinker, but I didn’t want to make her get something else just for me.

Natalie filled her own glass, then kicked off her heels and sat close to me, curling her beautiful legs beneath her. She lifted her glass and took a long drink, nearly emptying the glass. She set the glass on the table and refilled it with a sigh.

“What should I do, Rick?” she asked, her voice beginning to tremble.

I paused for moment, collecting my thoughts as I turned to look into her deep blue eyes. “You could always have him killed,” I half joked.

“Ha!” she snorted a little and briefly cracked a smile, “Don’t tempt me.”

She sighed again and laid her head on my shoulder. We sat in silence for a moment, and she placed her hand on my bicep. She lightly squeezed it, then slid her hand up to my shoulder and back down to squeeze it again. She lifted her head and brought her other hand up to join the first, trying to stretch her fingers around my thick upper arm.

“I never noticed your arms were so big. Look, I can’t even get my hands around it,” she said, sounding surprised.

I looked down at her tiny fingers wrapped around my arm. The pink manicured nails of her thumbs were touching on one side, but those of her index fingers were almost four inches apart on the other.

“I’m not a little boy,” I answered with a wry smile, chuckling silently to myself as I recalled Kenny’s scrawny little arms.

“No, you certainly are not,” she smiled.

Her hand slid down my arm to squeeze my hand and her eyes roamed down over my chest and abdomen, paused briefly at my crotch, then traveled back up to meet my gaze.

“Seriously though, I’m so confused, what should I do? Should I divorce him?” she spoke quietly, gazing into my eyes.

God yes! Dump that asshole. Get as far from him as you possibly can! Is what I wanted to say, but instead, I held back and took a minute to ponder her question. Since she asked whether she should divorce him, she, evidently, was considering NOT divorcing him. Something that, up to this point, I had thought was a forgone conclusion. Now that she knew the truth, part of it anyway, how could she even consider staying with him? Just the thought of him continuing to treat her like dirt made me sick to my stomach. I was upset and confused and stumbled through an awkward answer.

“Well... I guess...that's... just...something that ah...you um...need to decide for yourself. I can’t tell you ah...what to do. But I just can’t ah...understand why you would want to...you know...be with someone who would ah you know ah treat you, so that way. You know. Why...why would you want that? I...I think you should be um want to be with someone who would ah, treat you the way ah, way you deserve to be, you know, treated.” I felt like an idiot, and my face was burning with embarrassment by the time I finished.

She sat quietly for a minute thinking, either about what I said, or trying to figure out what the hell I was rambling on about. I sat watching her and wondering which, eventually nodded and leaned over to softly kiss my cheek.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” she said softly, laying her head on my shoulder again.

I stretched my arm around her shoulders and gave her a light squeeze. “I’ll be here anytime you need me.”

She reached up and put her hand on my chest.

“I know you will,” she said, snuggling against me.

We sat quietly like that, each lost in our own thoughts while she gently rubbed my chest. Having her warm supple body snuggled against me with her hand slowly stroking my chest had my dick rapidly swelling and threatening to burst through my zipper. I closed my eyes and attempted to conjure something, anything, that would stem the tide of my arousal. I was concentrating on the technical drawings for my latest project at work when Natalie stirred beside me.

She sat up, reached for her wine glass, and drained it in one long gulp. She returned her glass to the table, then took a deep breath and turned back to me. Her gaze drifted down over my body, lingered for a moment on my crotch, then slowly worked back up to my eyes. She cupped my cheek in her small hand then trailed her fingers down my neck, sending shivers through me.

“You know how to make a woman come, don’t you?” she whispered.

My jaw dropped in surprise and before I could speak, her lips were on mine and her tongue was in my mouth. It took some time for my brain to process what was happening. Finally getting past the shock of her sudden advance, I wrapped my arms around her and searched out her tongue with my own. She swung her leg over so she was straddling me and my hands slid down over her narrow hips to cup the small rounded cheeks below. Her kiss was like her, delicate, warm, and full of passion. I wondered for a moment if I wasn’t caught up in a fantasy and decided, even if I was, I didn’t care. Natalie suddenly pulled away, breaking our kiss. She stared through half lidded eyes, breathing heavily and said.

“Take me upstairs and fuck me!”

The sudden passionate kiss had surprised me, but now she stunned me. I opened my mouth to speak but didn’t know what to say. She kissed me again, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth and sucking the breath from my lungs. My head was spinning. Natalie had never been anything but a proper, if not reserved, lady. I didn’t think she even knew the word fuck. I was torn between granting her request and refusing to take advantage of a friend in her time of need, and there was no doubt which way my body was voting. Hesitantly, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back.

“Natalie wait. This isn’t right. You’re upset and...” She placed a finger on my lips to shush me.

Staring straight into my eyes with an intense stare, she reached down and grabbed my swollen dick through my pants.

“I know you’re a nice guy, Rick.

I love that about you and I know you just want to comfort me right now. I also know, you’ve wanted to do this for a very long time, and, truthfully, so have I. I’ve thought this through, Rick, and this is what I need right now. I’m won’t regret it later, and neither will you. So take me upstairs, throw me on the bed, and fuck me!” she demanded, her lips curling into a snarl.

My dick jumped in her hand and I thought I might come right then. At that point I couldn't have refused if I wanted to. I stood with her in cradled in my arms, and began climbing the stairs. Her eyes widened at the realization that I had given in and she was getting what she wanted. She kissed my face and bit my neck as we climbed.

Entering the bedroom, I dropped her on the bed and kissed her hard while tugging her blouse up over her pert breasts. Our mouths broke contact momentarily to allow the garment to be pulled off over her head. Her fingers worked at my belt buckle while I unhooked her lacy bra. She freed my swollen cock from its confines. It felt so good to finally have the pressure released I gasped as it sprang free in the cool air. I placed both hands on her breasts and began lightly stroking the large pink nipples. She moaned into my mouth and wrapped small hand around my swollen member. She gasped looking down to see what she had found. She shivered and brought her other hand up to join the other stroking my thick member. It was slick with precum and she stroked it from tip to base sending waves of pleasure through my groin and up my spine. Natalie leaned forward and flicked her tongue across the purple head of my prick.

“Mmm...take your clothes off,” she growled, releasing my dick and reaching back to unzip her skirt.

Stepping back, I yanked my shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes. Natalie rose up to slip the skirt out from under her ass and let it fall. Leaving her wearing only the sheer black pantyhose. My breath caught as I stared at the small strip of golden curls smashed flat against her plump mound. She slipped her thumbs in the waist band and slid the sheer hose down her smooth shapely legs and off her delicate feet. The sight left me breathless, and I pushed my jeans down around my ankles and kicked them off, never taking my eyes off of her. She stared hungrily at my cock and as I stepped forward, she wrapped her hand around it again.

After a few slow strokes she reclined on the bed lifting her legs to place her heels at the edge. Her knees spread wide and her fingers slid along her thigh to her dripping pink pussy. I stared down at her in awe, she was more beautiful and erotic than I had imagined. I drank in the sight, letting my eyes roam down past her small firm tits standing proud with their large pink nipples, over her flat tanned stomach to the tiny strip of golden hair leading to the biggest clit I had ever seen. It was the size of my thumb and standing at attention just above the pink puffy lips dripping with arousal. My cock had never been so hard and it twitched with desire.

She spread her thick pink lips with two fingers and rubbed her sensitive clit with a third.

“Fuck me, Rick!” she hissed.

Taking my hard cock in hand, I rubbed the swollen purple head along her dripping slit and over her swollen clit before placing it at her entrance and slowly pushing in. I drew a sharp breath as the sensitive head invaded her tight hot slit. She was dripping wet and I pushed in slowly enjoying each excruciating millimeter until my shaft was buried to the root in the exquisite heat of her tight sheath. I paused, unmoving, fearing I might cum just from the intense pleasure of being inside her. After a moment, I slowly withdrew until just the tip of my cock remained inside. Then pushed slowly back in. She moaned as I slid back into her until I was again completely buried in her. The tight embrace of her hot slick passage caused me to moan. I placed my hand on her firm flat stomach. Heat radiated from her soft tanned flesh sending tingles up my arm straight to my brain. My hand slid over abdomen and up to her small firm tit as I leaned down to kiss her soft pink mouth.

She grabbed my head with both hands and looked into my eyes with an intense glare.

“Don’t make love to me. Fuck me!” she growled, kissing me hard.

I understood what she needed and my animalistic lust began taking over. I withdrew, then slammed my cock back into her hard.

“Uhh yesss fuck me,” she growled again.

I gripped her thighs with my hands, squeezing the firm flesh, and rammed my hard shaft back into her tight hole.

“Yesss,” she hissed.

I began pumping my hips, driving into her with as much force as I could muster.

“Yess,.. yesss...harder!” she screamed as I pounded into her, driving harder and faster with every thrust.

Electric jolts of pleasure shot through my body, and my breathing had become ragged. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. Natalie thrashed upon the bed, her entire body shook with the force of my thrusts.

”Harder! Fuck me harder!” she screamed

Hooking my arms under her knees, I lifted her legs over my shoulders and leaned forward, pushing her knees back toward her jiggling breasts. She was close to cumming and I was determined to give her what she needed. I picked up the pace and force of my thrusts. With each powerful thrust my heavy balls slapped against her ass.

“Uh...oh... yes...harder.. Fuck me...yes...” Each thrust brought another guttural exclamation from her.

The intense pleasure began to overwhelm my senses. My breathing had become ragged gasps for air. My balls were boiling and my thrusting hips burned with the exertion of every thrust. Sweat beaded and ran down my back. Natalie’s chest shined with perspiration, and her shouts had become one constant moan. My arms began to tremble and I thrust harder knowing my body couldn't go on much longer. Suddenly, her body went rigid and began to spasm. A rush of juices splashed over my cock and balls, sending me over the edge. I slammed into her one last time. My jaw clenched and my back arched as I exploded into her. My hips jerked with each searing jet from my cock. Each squirt of hot cream brought another moan from Natalie's soft lips. My orgasm went on and on, I didn't know it was even possible to come so much. My cock twitched as her warm pussy milked the last drops and her body went rigid again. Her hips jerked as her jaw tightened and her nails dug into shoulders.

“Ohhhhh...god!” she moaned and went limp under me.

Every gasp for breath caused my sensitive cock to shift within her tight passage, causing intense explosions of unbearable pleasure in my groin. My arms were burning and could no longer support my weight. I collapsed atop her heaving body. When my breathing had slowed and my cock softened, I slipped out of her and sprawled on the bed beside her.

“What the hell is going on here!”

I lifted my head to find Kenny standing in the doorway. I bolted upright on the edge of the bed.

Natalie slowly lifted her head off the bed and looked over at her red faced husband. She started to giggle.

“What is going on here is, for the first time in over ten years, I have just been fucked by a real man,” she glared at him and giggled again.

Kenny looked as if he had just been slapped and was about to cry.

“Slut! I could hear you moaning like a whore all the way downstairs,” he snapped.

“That’s something you've certainly never heard before,” Natalie retorted with an amused smile on her face.

“Bitch!” Kenny screamed, sprinting toward her and raising his arm to strike her.

I simply reacted. Before I knew what was happening, my fist had slammed into the side of his face and Kenny dropped to the floor like he had been shot.

Natalie was suddenly beside me, clutching my arm and staring down at his lifeless body on the floor.

“I think you killed him,” she said softly.

“He was going to hurt you,” I explained, beginning to wonder if I had actually killed him.

Natalie slid off the bed and knelt beside her husband.

“Kenny? Kenny, can you hear me?” She said, gently tapping his cheek. A moment later, Kenny’s eyes fluttered open and he gasped for air. Natalie helped him sit up slowly. “Kenny? You okay Kenny?” she asked, looking into his eyes.

Kenny rubbed the side of his head.

“What...why’re you nake...”

He stopped when he saw me standing naked beside the bed and began to recall what had happened.

“Get away!” he shouted.

He pushed Natalie over backwards, but I caught her shoulders and helped her to her feet before she fell to the floor.

“Don’t push her again, Kenny,” I glared down at him.

“You hit me! I’m calling the cops.”

He tried to stand, but he began to fall and sunk back down to his knees, holding his head.

“That’s assault, you’re going to jail,” he said, crawling toward the phone on the bedside table.

“Kenny, you’re not calling the cops. Rick was just protecting me from you,” Natalie said sternly.

“He came into my house and fucked my wife. Then attacked me. I’m going to have him charged with breaking and entering, rape, and assault,” Kenny shouted, picking up the phone.

“Kenny, put down the phone! You try telling the cops a story like that, they’ll laugh in your face. Just put down the phone and stop this,” Natalie repeated.

“I have friends on the force! They’ll go along with whatever I tell them,” Kenny threatened.

“Kenny, if you don’t put down the phone right now, I will tell everyone what happened on your little trip to Mexico with the boys last year.” Natalie’s voice had become cold and sharp.

Kenny dropped the phone immediately and stared at her clearly shocked by her threat. “You wouldn’t.” his voice was a hoarse whisper.

“Oh, I will, I’ll send the pictures to everyone, your friends on the force, your parents, your sister, your boss.”

She emphasized the last one and stood over him, glaring down with a menacing expression contorting her pretty face.

Kenny slouched back against the bed, looking like he had just been kicked in the stomach.

“Natalie, you’re my wife, I love you, how could you threaten to do that to me?"

“You love me? That’s laughable, the only person you love, is yourself! And I’m not going to be your wife much longer. We’re getting divorced.” She didn’t shout; her voice remained calm but left no doubt she was serious.

“Divorced? Why? I love you. We can get past this. I can forgive you.” Tears began running down Kenny’s cheeks.

“Oh Kenny, really? You’d forgive me? We can just go back to the way we’ve always been?” Natalie said, her voice suddenly soft and sweet.

“Of course I can baby. I love you,” Kenny answered, reaching out to her.

“Prove it, honey.” She stepped closer, allowing him to place his hands on her hips.

“Yes, I’ll prove it to you, anything you want, baby.” Kenny smiled.

“There’s just one way to prove you truly forgive me.” Natalie paused.

Kenny stared up at her eagerly awaiting her command. Natalie stroked his hair.

“Just suck Rick’s cum out of my pussy and clean me up.” Natalie smiled an evil smile.

Kenny’s smile was quickly replaced with a look of horror and disgust. Natalie jerked him forward by the hair and mashed her cum filled pussy onto his mouth and began grinding her hips.

Kenny’s arms flailed wildly, and he screamed into her sticky vagina. Finally he managed to pull away and scramble to his feet. There was cum, my cum, smeared on his nose, mouth, and chin. He lifted his arm as if to strike Natalie, but I stepped forward, and it dropped to his side instantly.

“You want a divorce? You got it!” he screamed, heading toward the bathroom.

“Thank you. Now get out of my house!” Natalie pointed to the door.

I snatched Kenny by the neck and ushered him to the stairs.

“You heard the lady. Get out!” I said, releasing my grip.

Kenny grabbed the railing to keep from tumbling down the long staircase. He looked down toward the front door then back at me, unsure of his next move.

“This will be much easier for you if you do it on your own,” I warned.

Reluctantly, Kenny descended the stairs himself, and I followed with Natalie right behind. As he opened the front door to leave, Kenny turned back and opened his mouth to say something, but Natalie interrupted.

“Just get the fuck out!” she said, pushing him out the door.

Natalie glanced to her right and waved.

“Hi Steven,” she called, stepping back inside and closing the door. She looked up at me, blushing red.

“My fifteen year old neighbor just saw me naked.”

"Wish I had a neighbor like you when I was his age.” I laughed.

I wrapped my arms around her and leaned down to kiss her soft pink lips.

"Let's go take a shower," I said, breaking the kiss, "Then I'm going to make love to you for the rest of the night."