My Husband’s Best Friend

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On a warm, quiet night, Lauren lay in bed listening, through her open bedroom window, to the deep moans of an unknown woman that was repeatedly brought near climax, only to be edged back from her orgasmic bliss. Lauren’s husband, dead to the world in a deep sleep, lay next to her, oblivious of the other woman but thirty feet outside their window, being ravaged by Jason, who had been their best man just three years ago.Lauren’s fingers were massaging her rock hard nipples as she imagined Jason’s sexual assault on the unknown woman’s body. He was staying in their guest house just behind the swimming pool for a few days, but from the loud noises the lust filled couple was making, they clearly hadn’t made it inside before they were overcome with passion.The stranger’s moans began again and Lauren could hear her begging Jason to let her come. Lauren knew the sexual frustration and need well, as listening to them through her bedroom window had driven her into a sexual fog of lust of her own. Lauren’s body was on fire, and she too needed release.Throwing the sheet back, she left her sleeping husband – nothing could wake him from a deep sleep — and tip-toed to the Great Room at the rear of the house, being careful to leave all the lights off so she not be seen by the copulating couple outside. Standing near a window, peering into the darkness of the night, she could just make them out in the shadows, their bodies reflecting a light glow from the pool lamps which cast a soft light. Lauren couldn’t see faces, but the body of a naked woman, flat on her back, legs spread, and Jason’s head buried in her pussy, was clear enough to make her own juices flow, dampening the small thong that Lauren had worn to bed.The moaning grew louder and more intense, as Lauren watched Jason pleasure her. She could even hear the jagged breathing and gasps for air, now competing with Lauren’s own jagged breathing and small gasps of arousal.Dropping her thong to the floor, the now naked Lauren pushed a finger inside her soaked pussy, and let out a moan of her own, as she began to finger herself to the sight of the sexual show being performed for her own erotic pleasure. Gripping a tit and pulling on a nipple, Laruen rubbed her engorged clit as she gazed at the two naked bodies in her backyard.Then she heard it, the tell-tale signs of a blinding orgasm. The moans turned to screams, turned to wailing, as the nameless woman came hard on Jason’s devilishly talented tongue, and her body writhed in orgasmic bliss, shaking uncontrollably while Lauren watched. Then Lauren herself came hard on her fingers and shook from the intensity of the orgasm. Leaning against the window for support, she felt her juices running down her leg, giving her that dirty girl feeling that added a certain intensity and excitement to it all.After both women had calmed, Lauren watched as Jason stood up, towering over the nameless woman lying on the cushioned chase lounge. He was tall, and fit – always attracting women with his rugged good looks. But it was the size of his huge, throbbing cock that locked her in this spot, watching with a greedy look at the next instrument of the other woman’s pleasure.Lauren could hardly believe that she was doing this, watching Jason, naked in all his glory, about to ram his big cock into the woman and fuck her. She knew she shouldn’t be watching this, and she sure as hell shouldn’t be playing with herself as if it was a porn video, but there she was, frozen in place, face pressed against the window, wishing that Jason’s huge dick was pointed at her own needy pussy.At that moment, a wanton feeling of greedy lust and dark depravity swept across her body, exciting her all the more, as she realized the dirty nature of her voyeuristic bliss – watching the best man from her wedding in his most primal state, and despite her marriage, craving it all for herself.With a forceful thrust, Jason plunged his hard cock into the woman’s cunt, forcing itself all the way in until he bottomed out. The scream that emitted from the woman’s mouth was other-worldly, and Lauren’s own fingers thrust into her empty pussy, in an attempt to match the feeling and meet her own need.With each hard thrust of his cock, Jason fully impaled his captive, and each time she gave out a primal moan or scream that fed Lauren’s own erotic desires and cravings. The woman was taking a pounding from a frenzied Jason that slammed his cock in and out of her in rapid fire, as if he were a man possessed by a demon; completely out of control with animal lust.Lauren was working her fingers hard and fast, plunging them deep into her pussy, now on fire with her own lust that needed to be satisfied. The depravity and wanton nature of it all simply overwhelmed her. She was so excited, so aroused, so inflamed with craven need, that she couldn’t stop watching, or fingering herself, for any reason. Her mind was oblivious to the rational, and now only responded to the cries of her body, which was in desperate need. In her own fog of lust, Lauren fingered herself to a rising climax as she watched and listened Jason fuck the unknown woman into oblivion. Her screams of ecstasy as her body was ravaged by this beast, fueled Lauren’s own rising orgasm, as did the image of Jason pounding his engorged cock into her, slamming his body against hers, over and over again, as he let out his own wails and frenzied animal cries.Just as a shattering Ataşehir Escort orgasm overcame Jason and his partner, screaming in blissful agony together, Lauren’s own climax blinded her and her legs buckled, as she let out a muted scream of pleasure, before collapsing on her knees to the floor – spent from an overpowering orgasm that left her panting for air.Once she finally opened her eyes, Lauren saw Jason picking up his partner, and carrying her into the guest house behind the pool. She had no doubt that further erotic pleasures awaited them this night, and for the first time in her life, she felt envious of any woman that kept Jason’s company.As Lauren crept back to bed, and lay next to her still sleeping husband, she reflected on her actions, and her desires, wondering how such powerful feelings of desire could have swept over her like that, when she had never cared for Jason and his rakish ways.Jason was a womanizer, always on the prowl for the next great lay. And his seductions often focused on married women, whom he believed were looking for the excitement their husbands didn’t give them, but a bad boy like he could readily supply. In Jason’s mind, married women were safe bets, because they were not likely looking for emotional attachments or commitments, simply some wild, sexual fun. And that suited Jason just fine. But it was always something Lauren detested about him, even if she had come to accept it, because of his long standing friendship with her husband.So why was it that this man whom Lauren despised, was now the source of her arousal as she lay in bed next to her blissfully unaware husband? She should be feeling guilty, but the scenes that she watched unfold before her that night were too compelling and arousing to shake from her mind.+ + + + + + + + +Lauren awoke the next morning to a ringing phone, and listened to her husband take the call and tell the hospital he would be right there. Her husband Mark was a surgeon, and was just called in this Saturday to operate on the victim of a terrible car crash. He would be gone for hours. So much for him entertaining his friend Jason today, she thought.As Mark quickly got ready to leave the house, they heard Jason’s rental car start up outside, and then pull out of the driveway.“I guess you don’t have to worry about what to do with Jason in my absence after all,” Mark said, looking out the window as the car drove off. Turning to look at his wife, he added, “That should make things easier for you. I know you really don’t care to be around him too much.”“Me, not enjoy being around a womanizing pig that preys on every attractive woman he sees, and doesn’t have the emotional maturity of a hamster? I can’t imagine why I don’t care to be around your best friend?” Lauren said sarcastically.Mark laughed, and jokingly defended his friend by telling his good wife that was a bit harsh. “After all, I think we can say he’s more mature than a hamster. Don’t you think he’s at least to the maturity level of a junior higher?” he said with a wink.“Oh you think that’s funny, don’t you, but you’re lucky he’s not chasing after your wife. Hell, I think he considers every other married woman he knows fair game!”As Mark pulled his wife in for a hug and a goodbye kiss, he said: “That’s one thing I can count on, he’s never hit on you. Of course you’re like ice around him, so he probably knows better than to make a play for the ice queen.”Lauren took a swat at Mark as he dodge away from her, laughing. “But seriously honey, he’s always respected our friendship and left you alone. You can at least be grateful for that.”And with that feeling of security in his friend’s distance from his wife, Mark headed out for a long day of surgery at the hospital. As he drove off, Lauren reflected on those moments when Jason had in fact flirted with her – times and events that Lauren didn’t want to tell her husband about for fear of what he might do. Not that the occasions of looking down her shirt, checking out her body, and whispered teases were anything different from what other men did with her. Hell, she was an attractive woman, and she enjoyed men responding to her body. He made her feel desired, and every woman wants to feel desired, even if she is a faithful, loving wife as Lauren was. So she put up with those “typically male” advances, as harmless as they were, knowing that Jason never really pressed himself on her. Well, there was that one time at the wedding reception, but she just racked that up to his inebriation, and tried to put that out of her mind, as it never happened again.  + + + + + + + + +Lauren pulled a tight little cropped white t-shirt on before walking out to the kitchen to make some coffee. She knew she looked a sexy sight, a sun-kissed blonde in her little pink thong and sheer t, which pulled against her bountiful but firm boobs. If Jason was still around, she would have dressed, but she felt safe to roam the house nearly naked for a while. She liked that sexy feeling, walking around the house in little or nothing, and enjoying the warm California air.Just as she was turning the coffeemaker on, she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the back door opening and someone walking in. Turning in fear quickly to see who was coming in, she stood face to face with Jason, wearing nothing but a tight little Calvin Klein microhip brief with an extra wide waist Ataşehir Escort Bayan band emblazoned with the designer’s name across it.The look in Jason’s eyes was one of utter shock as well. They started babbling over one another.“What are you doing here? I heard your car drive away,” Lauren called out over Jason’s “I thought I saw your car drive away a few minutes ago. What are you doing home?”Clearly, they both thought the other had driven off, leaving them alone in the house. But here they stood, in their underwear, staring at each other. Lauren’s deep blue eyes widened a bit as she took in his muscled body and the obvious bulge in his briefs, pushing against the tight fabric.Jason looked down at himself, and then back to Lauren, before saying: “No, it’s not just gay men that wear these briefs. I find that most of the women I …,” he paused as he searched for the right phrasing, “… spend time with, like me in something a little bit sexier than baggy boxers. Speaking of sexy, you’re looking pretty amazing this morning,” Jason said with a wink.Fuck. Here she was, standing in a sheer thong, and a sheer cropped tee, just three feet away from a man she loathed; a womanizing, bad boy, wolf of a man that viewed woman as nothing more than sex objects and play toys. And now he was leering at her. Not that he – and many others – hadn’t done that before. But she had always been dressed and out in public. Granted, she was often dressed in sexy, plunging tops, or sheer lacy shirts, and tight, form fitting yoga pants or shorts or mini-skirts that revealed more than a little flesh. She was a beautiful woman, with the perfect set of curves, and she liked looking sexy, and loved the attention she drew from men when she dressed like that. Still, this was more than she could believe – her nipples visible and pressing through her tight t, and her pussy lips and slit enveloped, outlined and exposed by the form gripping thong – leaving nothing to the imagination. She felt completely exposed before him and she was. Then, unexpectedly, a shiver traveled down her spine and her nipples hardened even more as she felt a twinge between her legs. Fuck. What was happening to her?Lauren’s mind went blank. How could her body be reacting with arousal to this exposure in front of a man that she despised? She didn’t know, but clearly her body was inflamed and stimulated, even if her mind told her how disgusting her situation was.Lauren was a confident woman, and she never showed a hint of doubt or vulnerability anytime to anyone. She wasn’t about to change that now by running off screaming to the bedroom to put on some clothes. So she stood her ground, facing her husband’s ogling friend, and talked on as if it was the most natural thing for two people to do – standing nearly naked and holding down a conversation. And in the course of that conversation she discovered that Jason’s evening “guest” had taken his rental car and driven home earlier, in order to not be seen or identified by Lauren or Mark. And Jason learned that Mark had been called in to perform emergency surgery, and would not be back for hours.“You know, it doesn’t bother me,” Jason commented, “but I’ll understand if you’re intimidated being alone with me without more clothes on, so it’s ok if you go put something else on Lauren.”Perhaps it was meant as a kindness, but Lauren took it more as a condescension, so his words had the opposite effect on her. She dug her heels in. She didn’t care what he said. If he could stand around talking to her in his underwear, she could do the same in hers. Who knows, perhaps it was reverse psychology on his part, or maybe it was pure dumb luck, but whatever the case, Jason had the good fortune of Lauren telling him that it didn’t bother her at all to be alone with him in her underwear.“After all Jason, it’s not much different than the little bikini I wore at the pool party last night with all of our friends. In fact, you could say that I am more covered up this morning,” she said with feigned confidence.Jason’s deep chuckle used to irritate her, but this morning it aroused a sensual feeling that passed over her body like a gentle wave, making every nerve ending come alive and tingle with anticipation.“Great,” he said. “I enjoy you in your bikini, but I love it with you dressed like this! Truth be told Lauren, you’re even sexier in this outfit.”She should have left it alone, for she knew why he said it, but the words escaped her mouth before she could pull them back. “You’re crazy, it’s just a thong and tee. Why is this so much sexier?”Looking her deep in the eyes, and through some unexplainable power over her – a magnetic hold he used on other woman, now experienced by Lauren for the first time – Jason held eye contact and she couldn’t divert her eyes. Then he told her bluntly, exactly why she looked sexier this morning.“First, your tee may cover more skin, but it has a deep scoop and it’s completely sheer, showing off your tits and nipples better than your bikini top did last night. And just like every other man I know, there is nothing I enjoy more than seeing a woman’s hard, protruding nipples on a hot day like this. I enjoy seeing your arousal.” He held her gaze, and she shuddered.Lauren was flummoxed, and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She was embarrassed that he caught her in her excited state, but didn’t know Escort Ataşehir what to say. How could she deny the obvious? Her hard nipples said it all.“Second,” he continued, “while you may have worn a tiny thong bikini last night, it was lined, and not as revealing as your sheer thong this morning. This grips your pussy so tight, perfectly outlining your shaved pussy lips – God I love a woman with a clean shaven pussy, and I can clearly see it’s clean shaved. I love to look at the fabric pulled tight and showing off your pussy lips Lauren, not to mention that gorgeous slit of yours. I’ve wanted to see this for a very long time Lauren.”It was bold, direct, blunt and overtly sexual. Jason undressed her body and told her why he liked it so much, as only a rogue could do. He didn’t need to add that he wanted to fuck her, because it was clear in his eyes and the sound of his velvety deep voice, that’s exactly what he wanted right now.Lauren’s mouth dropped open, but quickly recovering, she managed to eke out a few words, and said as nonchalantly as she could:“Well Jason, you’ve been looking down my shirt and trying to see my tits for quite a few years, so more power to you if you have a better view this morning. And hell, you might as well get a view of my pussy, if it means that much to you. It’s nice to know that a woman can have so much power over a man that you obsess with me like this for years.”And now, trapped to spend the morning with Jason in a near naked state, Lauren should have felt shame and disgust. But surprisingly, she felt sexy, desired, and oh so alive and aroused. From the look of it, so was Jason.“You know Jason, if you’re uncomfortable with so little to wear, and exposing yourself to me more than you want, feel free to put some clothes on.”It was her chance to turn the tables on him, as she watched with interest his growing desire, literally rising in his briefs and straining against the material for release. There was no embarrassment in his eyes, or his action though. Jason was the kind of man that felt perfectly at ease with the wife of his best friend, sporting a raging hard-on, barely covered by his tight briefs.“Oh, don’t let this hard dick bother you. It’s what always happens when I’m with a woman as beautiful as you,” he said with ease, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.“You don’t have to worry about me Jason. It’s not the first time I’ve been confronted by your uncontrollable hormones,” Lauren said, trying to make a joke of it.A wide, dirty grin spread across Jason’s face. “Oh, you’re thinking back to your wedding day, when I danced with you at the reception, aren’t you?” Jason commented with a knowing look.“You remember that, do you?” Lauren teased. “And here I thought you were so drunk that you forgot all about it.”Jason’s response was swift and clear. “Hell no! I’ll never forget that wedding reception. You were such a good sport, letting me dance two slow dances in a row with you while your husband waited off to the side with the other guests. I see you remember it well too.” His eyebrows raised as he finished speaking.“It’s hard for a bride to forget the best man at her wedding – my husband’s best friend – grinding his hard cock into me during two long slow dances at my own wedding Jason. No, that’s not something I’m likely to forget.”Jason’s eyes danced with excitement as he remembered it. “As I recall, you didn’t pull away from me. In fact, by the end of that second dance, you were pushing back against my cock pretty hard too.”“Is that what you remember Jason? Well, if it makes you feel good, go ahead and think of it that way. But let’s be clear about this. I danced two dances in a row with you so I could steer you off to the side where you could walk away from me with your state of arousal, and desire for the bride, a little more discreetly than you could have if the entire crowd had seen your budding erection. I was just looking out for you and my husband that night. Nothing more.”Jason’s deep chuckle sent Lauren’s pussy into a clinch, just as his hard cock on her wedding night had done the same thing as she pressed against it. She thought it was just the abundance of alcohol at her wedding that dulled her senses and resolve, but she would never admit to him that he was right, and she had ground back on his cock during those dances, feeling like a very naughty girl with a dirty secret, which simply made it all the more exciting.Jason interrupted her thoughts. “Hey, I could have had you that night if I wanted to.” Holding his hands up to stop her protests before they started, he quickly changed tack.“But that’s neither here nor there,” he said, while waiving his hands. “Just know that I had no seduction in mind for my best friend’s new bride that evening. Unlike some other weddings I’ve attended.”Had she pondered his emphasis on the word “that evening,” she might have stopped and fled, realizing that he had no such qualms about seducing her now. Instead, it was his reference to the seduction of other brides that grabbed her attention. That little tidbit of information succeeded in diverting Lauren’s questioning.“What do you mean ‘unlike some other weddings’? Have you tried to seduce the bride at other weddings?” Lauren was aghast – yet strangely aroused. What was wrong with her?“Do you really want to know Lauren?” One look at her and he knew the answer. “Alright, well it’s happened more than once. The last time was with someone you know, a friend of yours. I won’t say who, as that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me. And before you interrupt me and tell me that I’m not a gentleman, let me just say that even rogues like me have certain standards of discretion.”Lauren’s interest was more than piqued.

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