This is a true story I’ve embellished a bit about me, my best friend Dan and his wife Donna. I had been spending a lot of time with them lately since I was recently single and because I was helping around their house as Dan recovered, successfully, from a bout of cancer.

We’re in our mid forties and I was the best man at their wedding years before. Donna is a good-looking woman that takes care of herself and her magnificent body by regularly going on runs and working out in their home gym. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t daydreamed about her in my bed. But it was only a fantasy I never imagined would ever happen. Donna is a woman that’s sexy without even trying.

Dan invited me over for a beer one day while Donna was getting ready to go on her run. As she left the house she gave me my usual hug and kiss. I loved her touch even though I always carefully managed myself around her. My cock has a mind of its own when it comes to attractive women and I was especially careful around Donna because I realized I cared for her more than I should have and I was never going to offend her or piss off Dan with even a mild indiscretion.

As she left she whispered in my ear, “Listen to what Dan has to say. I’m scared, but hopeful you agree.” I was puzzled but curious.

Dan and I drank our beers and caught up since I hadn’t been to his home in several weeks because of my work schedule. He seemed a little nervous, but otherwise everything seemed normal. Looking back I realize I wasn’t prepared for what was about to happen.

Out of the blue our conversation, and our relationship, shifted seismically.

“My cancer, as you know, has been put into remission, but has impacted me more than I expected. You’re a great friend and we can’t begin to tell you how much you are appreciated for all the help and support you’ve given us. But now I need to ask you another favor. We need to ask you a favor. What I’m about to say may sound far fetched, but you’re the only person Donna and I trust with this request.”

“Hey man,” I said, “you two are family. I’d do anything for you two.”

At this point Dan was struggling to talk. I sipped my beer and waited.

“My chemo treatments have robbed me of my virility. Donna is gorgeous and wonderful and faithful after twenty years of marriage. She deserves to be completely happy. She’s decent and a great wife and takes our wedding vows seriously. But she’s lacking something I can no longer give her. She said she doesn’t need it, but I know she’s saying it for my benefit.”

Dan stopped and went and picked up two fresh beers.

“We,” he resumed, “have always enjoyed our sex life. Donna is a fantastic lover. But I can’t satisfy her needs properly anymore. I can get her off, but…”

Dan was having a hard time. I sat quietly as he composed himself.

“I can’t get hard. I can’t, to be blunt, fuck her anymore.”

After he said this he was quiet for a minute before continuing.

Then he said, “She deserves more. She isn’t complaining. She said she’s satisfied, but I know she needs more. I thought about it and told her she has my permission to take care of her needs. She got so upset the first time I suggested this that she didn’t want to talk to me, upset that I would even offer this. But we’ve stayed talking about this. A lot. Really a lot. After soul searching and thinking Donna is open to one thing.”

I stupidly still didn’t know where this conversation was going.

“I want you, she wants you, we want you to take care of her needs.”

I was speechless.

Then I said, “What are you saying?”

“We want you to help Donna. I want you to keep her happy, totally happy. I trust you and she trusts you. She likes you, she really loves you and I know you care for her.”

“But what are you guys saying? Are you telling me, giving me permission to sleep with Donna?”

My mind was spinning with the thought of bedding my best friend’s wife. I absolutely would do it, I had always wanted to do it, but never at the expense of my friendship with them.

“Yes. I’m positive. We’ve talked this over repeatedly. And you’re the only person she would ever consider this with. You’ve been with us since our wedding. You’ve been everywhere with us except our bed. I hope, and Donna hopes, you’ll consider this.”

We talked for another hour. I needed to know this was thought out. I needed to know they had looked at all the angles.

At the end of our conversation Dan said, “If this is something you will do, this weekend I’ll be gone from the house. I’m leaving Friday and I won’t be home until late Sunday night. Donna is going to be waiting for you. Take care of her in a way I no longer can. Satisfy her.”

I agreed to their proposal. I wish I could say I did it reluctantly, but the more we discussed it the more I wanted it. I left his house knowing our friendship had changed. I left his house knowing the next time I was there I would be taking Donna to bed, but not to sleep.

I hoped for the survival of our friendship Dan could stand for me to sexually pleasure Donna.

When I arrived home I received a text message from Donna. It only said, “I hope I see you Friday…xoxo.” Attached to the text was a picture of Donna dressed in a yellow lacy lingerie set that highlighted her sexy smile, the plumpness of her full breasts and a sensual part of her I had never seen. A second picture was a full-length picture showing off her marvelous ass and toned legs. My cock turned to stone and I had to relieve myself by jacking off to her pictures.

I wanted her now more than any woman I had ever been with, but still harbored some uncertainty because of my long friendship with them. But there was no question I would be at Donna’s doorstep Friday.

I replied, “I can’t wait…”

The rest of the week passed slowly. Time stood still. I couldn’t concentrate. I had a hard time falling asleep. Donna kept me intrigued all week by sending more and more risqué pictures.

Friday arrived.

I took the day off from work and got a haircut. I went to a gym and did a light workout. I bought a nice selection of flowers for Donna. I dressed in my best shoes, dark blue slacks, white shirt and a light jacket.

I was as nervous as a sixteen-year-old boy getting ready for his first date.

Finally I was walking up to a door I had visited countless times before. Before I could knock the door opened and I feasted on the sight of Donna. She was wearing a pink sweater and was braless. I could see the outline of her nipples pushing against the weave of the fabric. Tight black slacks hugged the contours of her perfect ass and athletic legs. She wore four-inch CFM stilettos. Her hands and feet were perfectly manicured and blood red polish adorned her nails. Her auburn hair was pulled up and piled on her head, highlighting her beautiful face, full lips and green eyes.

She looked stunning.

She smiled and said, “Come in. I’ve been waiting for you.” If she was as nervous as me I couldn’t see it in her face.

As soon as the door closed behind me I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. Her lips parted and she pushed her tongue in my mouth and I suckled it. Our bodies molded into each other and I felt her breasts smashed against me as my cock grew and pressed into her stomach.

We broke apart, breathless. I handed her the flowers I had brought and she left me in search of a vase.

When she returned I asked, “Would you like to go out and get a bite to eat?”

“Not tonight. I laid out some snacks. I thought we should get comfortable here. We have a lot to talk about…and do “

She asked me to open a bottle of wine and we toasted the evening. Then we held hands, drank wine and had a discussion much like the one I had with Dan.

“I never dreamed I would need anyone but Dan to satisfy me,” Donna said. “And he still can and does. But, and I don’t mean to sound coarse, I enjoy sex. Dan wants me to feel fulfilled. I am fulfilled and satisfied. But I do miss being filled up with a hard cock. I hope that doesn’t shock you. I could have gone on happily, satisfied by his touch and mouth. But he wanted me to have more and when he brought you up I knew this could work. For both me and Dan. And you. All I’ve been thinking of is your hard cock.”

“Donna I selfishly want this to happen, but you have to be sure,” I said. “You two are important in my life and I don’t want to risk losing you.” I don’t know why I said that. I wanted her tight pussy. I wanted to kiss her feet, lick her nipples, taste her sex.

Donna said, “You won’t and after tonight and this weekend we won’t lose each other. We’ll be closer than ever.”

Donna stood up and looked me in the eye as she pulled her sweater up over her head and let it drop to the floor.

Her beautiful, heavy, naked tits were offered to me. They were PS* quality. A code Dan and I had used when we were young to ignorantly rank a woman’s looks. I was embarrassed at myself for a half second for such a juvenile thought.

I pulled her to me and leaned down to suck her right nipple into my mouth. A low moan escaped her lips. My cock strained against my slacks. Then I suckled her left breast. Her breasts were perfect. Her pale skin was contrasted by her dark brown nipples and areolas the size of a silver dollar. Donna moaned as I sucked them. I lifted her left tit and kissed her under boob.

“I’m marking my territory, Donna. I’m going to leave you with a hickey.”

As she cried out I sucked with all my might on a single spot for a minute. Two minutes. At the same time I unzipped her slacks and found her slit already wet and leaking her inner fluids. I roughly slipped a finger and then a second finger in her and searched for her g-spot. I worked my fingers in a ‘come to me’ motion and suddenly Donna cried out, “Don’t stop! I’m cumming!”

I pulled away from the purple mark I had left on her skin and kissed her.

Donna pushed herself away and took my hand. I thought she would be leading me to the guest room. I was wrong. She led me to the bedroom she shared with Dan, to her marital bed.

“Undress,” Donna ordered as she peeled off her slacks, revealing a tiny black patch of cloth held together by floss-like thread covering a bald mons. A small landing strip of pubic hair remained.

As I stripped I told Donna, “Don’t take off your heels.” My favorite fantasy is a naked woman in stiletto heels.

Donna said, “I need to be fucked. Hard. Then we can make love.” I had never imagined Donna to be such a sexual animal.

“Your wish is my command,” I replied. I pushed her onto her back and spread her legs and kneeling I could smell her sex and feel heat emanating from her already wet pussy.

I licked her from her anus to her clit and she groaned.

“I want you to fuck me. Now!”

Donna grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and pulled me up so that I was straddling her. She reached down with her right hand and grasped my fully rigid cock and guided me to her waiting slit. My cock head could feel the warmth radiating from inside her.

I pushed and was enveloped by a tight, warm and wet passage. My cock felt squeezed as if a fist in a velvet glove was holding me. At the same time I was kissing Donna deeply as her legs wrapped around me and her heels dug into my back.

I bottomed out, reaching her cervix, and the world was just me and Donna. I pulled back until just the head of my dick was still impaled in her. Then I stopped.

“Oh my god, what are you doing? Don’t stop!” Donna said. Then she lifted her hips trying to get me to drive back into her.

“Tell me your pussy belongs to me,” I said while lifting away from Donna.

“What?!? What are you doing? Please fuck me!”

“Tell me.”

“Oh my god. Yes, yes!”

“Yes what?”

“You bastard! Yes, yes, yes, you own my pussy. It’s yours, now FUCK me!”

I took Donna’s hands by the wrist and held them over her head. At the same time her legs remained wrapped around my waist as we started pushing and pulling into each other in a frenzy. We were caught up in our lust, in a hunger that had been unleashed by the generosity of Dan.

But now I wanted to possess her. And I would do that by satisfying a need she missed. I slowed and when I was fully extended into her cunt I stopped again and savored the tight grip, the warmth of her. I had edged her as much as I could.

I withdrew from Donna and turned her so she was now on her hands and knees. Sweat dripped off us as I started fucking her doggy style. I gripped her hips and pounded her.

“Oh fuck! I’m cummming!!!”

My balls slapped against her ass as we both exploded in the ecstasy of simultaneous orgasms. I collapsed onto Donna’s back, sliding against each other’s sweat soaked bodies. We struggled to catch our breath, but we slowly recovered. Donna squirmed and turned into me and we held each other tightly. We kissed and my hands roamed over Donna’s body. Her body molded against mine.

With a big smile on her face Donna asked, “Can I take these heels off? Rest for a minute. Then we can take our time and not fuck like rabbits. Do you want to fuck my ass?”

The weekend was like none I had experienced before. But that’s another story….

[* Porn Star]