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That's What Friends Are For Ch. 01

By: TurningintoCD



My best friend was David. David and I had been close friends since we were teenagers in high school and we're still close friends now that we are in our twenties living adult lives in the city. 

David always had a certain power over me. "Alex let's go out tonight and pick up some chicks," "Alex it's a beautiful day today, we're going to the beach. Be ready in an hour!" "Aly, you said you were free tonight, we're going to a bar to watch the baseball playoffs. Done!"

David was always on the go, always getting us into new things. He charged ahead and I was happy to follow along for the ride. He was type A and I was type B. David was pretty entertaining. 

Over the last few years David had started working out all the time. He always had a lean, toned body from running cross country and swimming on the swimming team in high school, but now after a few years of weight training he had the perfect, muscular in all the right places, jock body. Without a shirt and with his curly, sandy brown hair, he looked like a Greek god.

He had tried taking me with him to the gym but I couldn't keep up and I didn't really like weight training or the gym for that matter. I felt a little insecure there with my tall, petite, slender body, compared to all these jock like guys.

When David and I would walk into a bar ,within two minutes he had us talking to two ladies. He always knew exactly what to say to press a girl's buttons and within 15 minutes he would have a girl making out with him in the corner. I was helpless. David would try to give me hints and tips but I was never able to pick a woman up. David said I needed to act tough and act like a man. Sometimes I would look over at David, his shirt accentuated his fit body, and I would question whether asking out a girl is what I even want. Sometimes I felt like the whole reason I was always going out with David is because I just wanted to spend more time with him.

"Aly, you're too much of a girl." 

"Shut up David!" There was a pause. I had blurted it out really loudly, which I immediately knew was a mistake. David loved getting a rise out of people and now he saw calling me a girl had a reaction on me. The thing is, deep down, I wasn't really that offended. I liked when he teased that I was a girl. It was fun and playful. Yet, I felt I still had to keepup a façade and defend whatever remnant of masculinity I have.

Now, ever since I had once blurted out "Shut up David", David always found a way every time we hung out to call me a girl once or twice. "Stop being so indecisive." "Stop being such a girl all the time! "What do you mean you don't know what to wear? Are all your skirts at the dry cleaners?" Dude's put on a shirt and some jeans and go!"

I don't know why, but I kind of liked when David would teasingly call me a girl. It would start to take on a life of its own. He would always insert it now into conversations. Sometimes we would be texting and if I dared say I couldn't go out one night he would say, "what's wrong? Is it that time of the month again? Did you soil all of your panties?" It was always something girly about me that he would say. It was getting more frequent.

Then, we were at a bar talking to two girls a few weeks ago. David recognized the hotter one, Daphne. Apparently they went to college together and had hooked up a few times and she was so happy to see him and started telling us how her and David's college friend Ben is throwing a big Halloween party in a couple weeks and we have to come. 

David and Daphne started getting more flirtatious and it clearly looked like he was going to take her home that night. Suddenly she complained "Ugh!!" And started complaining to David how her nail polish was chipping off her nail.

"Oh don't worry, Aly here has a whole collection of nail polish at home, Aly could you lend her a bottle from your collection."

"Uh, you have nail polish?"

"Ha, no. I don't know what David is talking about!" I looked blushed and I kind of liked when he made me blush. In those moments I would look up at him, with his broad shoulders, his strong body and with me feeling a little girly I would feel like I was getting hard in my underwear. 

Meanwhile we both looked at David with surprise. 

"Oh. I don't know. With Aly, I wouldn't be surprised. He acts like such a girl anyway that I thought it was just natural that he would have some nailpolish"

Then Daphne said "well Aly even if you do wear nailpolish, I think a guy in nailpolish could be hot."

"Guys, I don't wear nail polish."

"Then David of course had to chime in again, "of course not Aly. Not yet..."

I didn't really know what David meant by not yet, but I was turned on by the whole conversation. I excused myself, left the bar and went home. 

Over the next 2 weeks David and Daphne hooked up a couple times and then apparently mutually agreed that they're both not each other's type and they're going to stay just friends.

So then a couple days ago I was hanging out at David's. We had a few beers each and were watching TV on his couch and suddenly he comes out of his room holding a plastic bag and says "hey, remember that girl Daphne from Seattle that I fucked the other night? 

"Ya."

"Well she left her bra and panties here."

"Ha. That's funny." 

David pulled a red satin bra and red lacey panties out of the bag and said, "come here for a sec." 

I willingly got up and walked over to him while wondering where's he going with this.

He pressed the bra against my shirt and said "I wonder what you'd look like in her bra and panties.

"David, don't even think about it!" Even though I felt my cock had immediately warmed up and arose to the possibility of putting on a bra and panties.

Aly, you're thin. I think these would fit you!

"David, can't we just watch the game in peace?"

Aly, why can't we watch the game with you dressed in these. Stop whining like a girl all the time, Aly! Just be a sport and do it. It will be funny. We'll laugh. And knowing you, you'll probably like it!"

He pressed the bra and panties against my chest, then slid them down my side, opened up my hand and put them in my hand and said, go change.

It probably took me 5 minutes to take off my shoes and socks, take off my shirt, pull down my jeans and underwear and put on the bra and panties as I kept fumbling around the bathroom while trying to also keep my raging hard on under control. I finally walked out of the bathroom and into the living room and I immediately was blinded from the flash of his iPhone! 

"Ha-ha priceless! This is an awesome picture!"

"David, you're an asshole!"

"Look at this look of joy on your face! Ha!"

I was so shocked I was speechless. David immediately came behind me, wrapped his arms around me, cupping his hands around my bra and said, "Aly, baby, you look great! And thanks so much for putting them on for me! You're doing fine. Here's a beer and go sit down.

I was so hard. The sexy, satin bra and panties felt so good on me and I felt so feminine in David's arms. I couldn't remember if he had ever wrapped his arms around me before but this was hot.

Somehow David convinced me to sit down and watch the rest of the game with me sitting in a bra and panties. Every so often David said "Aly nice panties." I blushed. Then I said, "you're enjoying this way too much!"

"Yeah, I am, now take your sucks and stuff your bra. I want to see you with realistic tits!

"Ok, I'll play your game. I was so hard I was almost ready to cum in Daphne's panties. I stuffed my bra and said "what next, David, do you want me to be your cheerleader like the ones on the TV."

He chuckled. Then he said stand up and he came from behind me and put his arms around me, feeling up my stuffed bra. "Ohhh feels nice. I like your tits Aly. It feels so sexy on your girly little frame. I'm going to need to give you a girl's name. I like Allison."

"Oh my god! That's enough! You're not calling me Allison!" I tried to wrestle out of his arms. 

"Oh, Aly! Look how hard you are! Something tells me you like the name Allison! Just do what I say and I'll make sure not to ever call you Allison in public. But in private, when you're dressed up as a girl for me, you're Allison."

"David you're crazy!"

"Allison I don't like looking down at your plain toes. Next time we hang out I expect to see them pedicured and painted in a sexy color for me."

"Ok David." I said jokingly. "Whatever you say..."

"Anyway, baby, I think this is the best time for me to tell you that for the couples Halloween party next week at Ben's, I decided we're going to go as Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. You, Allison, need to start thinking of what you're going to wear as Angelina!"

"But..."

Suddenly while in David's arms, he took one hand of his and started feeling my cock. It felt so good.

"There's no but, I can tell from your cock that you love this and I'm going to tell Daphne that she has to do all your makeup. The goal is you're going to be passable!"

I was getting harder.

"Allison, you're going to be all dolled up next week. You're going to be shaved smooth and with your naturally feminine silhouette, and heels, and some sexy lingerie and an amazing dress, and a wig you're going to be hot as hell Allison. 

He started stroking me.

David continued, "repeat after me I'm going to be hot as hell."

I complied. "I'm going to be hot as hell." He kept stroking. I was about to blow. I turned to look at him and he had his eyes closed. Then he started to kiss the back of my neck.

And he continued. "Ok Allison. Say: I love the name Allison and am going to try my hardest to act as girly as possible and feminine as possible and wear nail polish, heels, panties, bra, a sexy dress, makeup and a wig so that after the party, my boyfriend David will fuck me." 

He kept stroking me and was kissing my neck and started nibbling on my ear lobes. I was ready to explode!

I turned around to kiss him and noticed him, with his eyes closed, and his pants tenting. He was hard thinking about this too!

turned back around, he kept stroking me, and as I felt I was about to cum, I repeated, "I love the name Allison and am going to try my hardest to act as girly as possible and feminine as possible and wear nail polish, heels, panties, bra, a sexy dress, makeup and a wig so that after the party, my boyfriend David will fuck me." He kept stroking me and stroking me.

"That a girl, Allison. I can't wait to fuck you. And I love playing with your little clitty. You have permission to get all wet now.

At that moment I cummed and shot a load into Daphne's panties! It was kind of a humiliating feeling as the panties filled up with my cum but it felt so warm and good and I was still being held by one arm by David. Standing up with him behind me.

I was so excited about Halloween and what's my friendship going to be like with David. 

"Allison, one more thing before you change. You should probably buy Daphne another pair of panties."

TO BE CONTINUED...

That's What Friends Are For Ch. 02



The week went past and Ken was a nervous wreck but he never mentioned to Laura the incident in the pool house of Steve and Amy. After a couple of weeks Amy and Steve had been with them several times and Amy gave no indication to Ken about what happened. He was relieved as he didn't want to hurt Laura and hoped the issue went no further and everything would just be normal again.

Friday night they went out with three other couples to a local bar to hear a band they all enjoyed. They were all in a booth in the corner of the bar and it made a tight squeeze for everyone to fit in. The band always played a combination of blues and rock and there was a small dance floor in front of them. Ken was sitting next to Jean and Dave, who've been their friends for years. The music was so loud, they had to yell to talk to each other. As the band played and the sound rattled their teeth, Ken was watching the people dancing. Since it was summer, the women were dressed as scantily as possible while still being legal. As they gyrated and moved, Ken felt a stirring in his groin. He thought, "Great, get a hard on here and Laura still won't do anything with me later."

His focus was so intense on the folks dancing, he almost jumped out of his seat when he felt a hand on his leg. The hand was on his left leg and since Laura was on his right, he knew it was Jean. He didn't move and could barely breath. He was afraid to look at her so he looked the other way at Laura. She was engrossed in a conversation with Darla, another friend, who was sitting on the other side. Ken reached down to remove the hand but when he tried, the grip on his leg tightened. Afraid if he tried harder it would bring attention to the situation so he put his hand back on top of the table. As her hand remained in place, Ken could feel the start of an erection. 

Not having sex at all made him super sensitive to the touch from any woman and Jean was no exception. She was about 50, very tall at 6' and was always very tan. Her hair was black and was kept short at about ear level. Ken always thought she had great legs but her best feature were her large breasts. Jean had even talked about getting a reduction because they were so big. These thoughts raced through Ken's mind as he sat there with her hand on his leg and his cock reached a full erection. He prayed he wouldn't have to go to the bathroom or Laura would ask him to dance as standing up would be pretty embarrassing. 

After a few minutes, he was almost finished with another drink when he felt her hand trail slowly up his thigh, moving toward his groin. He almost spit out his drink when she reached up and traced the outline of his dick with her finger. His erection was tenting the front of his khakis and felt like it would split open his pants. Jean slowly moved her finger up and down his cock several times driving Ken insane with her light touch. He reached over to hold Laura's hand on the other side as he didn't want her to find out what was going on. Jean started rubbing him with an open hand, pressing harder as she moved from the top of his cock to his balls. She was trying to coax the cum from him and Ken desperately was holding back. It was agonizing as her touch was electric. 

He was about to cum but a slow song started and Dave grabbed Jean by the hand to go out and dance. Laura whispered to Ken she wanted to dance and led him to the floor. Thankfully the bar was dark enough he was able to hide his erection until Laura hugged him as they slow danced. She looked at him and arched her eyebrows but he just shrugged his shoulders. When they returned to the booth, the seating was rearranged and he was not near Jean, breathing a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure what had happened or why, he just wanted to avoid it again.

The next morning Laura was out shopping with some friends and Ken was doing yard work. He was around back when he heard a call pull in the driveway. As he came around the garage, he saw it was Jean in her Jeep. She cut the engine and stepped out as Ken walked up to her. She was wearing running shorts and a sleeveless tank top, her breasts almost spilling out. 

"Hey, Jean. How's it going? Laura is out shopping; I figured you would be with her."

"Hi, Ken. No, I didn't want to go shopping, I wanted to talk to you."

With that she moved toward Ken, reached out and grabbed his cock through his shorts. 

"Jesus, what the hell are you doing," he said as he jumped back from her hand. "We're in the driveway and people can see."

"I just want to finish what I started last night. Laura has told me about what's going on and I want to help."

Ken blushed as he heard her and his dick started growing in his shorts. Jean laughed. "It looks like someone wants me to finish too."

She led him to a bench in the garage and pushed him to sit down on it. Reaching down she grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head. Ken was amazed at how large her breasts were and the sports bra she was wearing could barely contain them.

"I've seen you stare at my tits sometimes. Don't think you're slick and got away with it. I always knew when you were looking. "

And with that she lifted the sports bra up and over her head, exposing the largest pair of breasts Ken had ever seen. He was surprised to see she obviously tanned topless as there were no tan lines. Large brown areolas were topped by large nipples that were already erect. He could see her belly as well and while not fat, Jean was still a big woman, tall and solidly built. She started running her hands over her tits slowly, pulling and pinching her nipples.

Ken's mouth went dry and his heart began racing.. His cock was rock hard as he stared at the exotic sight in front of him. He reached down to readjust his dick in his shorts and almost came as Jean took one breast and raised it to her mouth. She started licking and sucking on her own nipple while gently tugging on the other. Ken raised his head to see if any neighbors could see them, but they were far enough back in the garage someone would have to actually walk in to see. Jean continued to lick her nipple but ran her other hand down into her shorts and started fingering herself. 

She moaned as she swayed her hips while pleasuring herself, her eyes half closed. She moved the other nipple to her mouth and sucked on it, continuing to pump her finger in and out of her pussy. Ken had his cock out of his shorts and was stroking himself, in a trance as he watched Jean. She moaned louder and her body stiffened as she reached her orgasm. Jean pulled her hand from her shorts and knelt down in front of Ken. He almost came as she took his hard cock in her mouth. It was incredibly hot and wet, sliding up and down his shaft. She reached down and gently massaged his balls, now running her tongue on the side of his cock, her slurping sounds mixed with Ken's moaning.

"Jean....I won't last long.." It had been a while and Ken had a buildup that needed release.

"That's okay, "she responded. "Go ahead, this is for you."

She removed her mouth from his dick and enveloped it between her large breasts. She started sliding her breasts up and down his cock and the warm feeling was too much for Ken.

"Oh...Jean....can't help it...." he moaned as cum spurted from him. It shot out and landed in her hair and across her face. Second and third spurts landed on her chest and breasts, coating them with his cum. Jean rubbed her cum coated breasts around his softening cock as Ken leaned back, panting from his effort.

She took her tank top and wiped the cum form her hair and body best she could. She put the sports bra and top back on.

"Wait, Jean. What about you? " Ken asked.

"Don't worry about me. This was for you."

"But why?"

"Ken, that's what friends are for. But please don't tell anyone, okay?"

He nodded in agreement as she got up to leave. She got in the Jeep and with a wave drove off. Ken just sat there, wondering what in the hell was really going on. 



That's What Friends Are For Ch. 02



This is part 2 of a three part story. Chapter 1 explored what one of the Literotica readers called the "nightmare scenario" that two couples found themselves in. (I know from feedback that the story touched a nerve with some people.) The four decided on a course of action that they knew could jeopardise their marriages – but felt it was the only way out. Chapter 2 looks at the developing physical relationship between Iain and Jill, and chapter 3 will be the piece where the complexities and difficulties are confronted and ... resolved? You'll just have to wait. Please keep the feedback (positive and negative) coming – I enjoy reading it, and will happily discuss the stories and content with anyone. Thanks for taking the time to read my efforts. Badwolf.

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As the four friends left the Hilton, they agreed that Iain would pick up Anne after collecting an overnight bag. At home, he threw a few things together and found Jill watching the TV. She got up and gave him a huge hug, and told him to relax and enjoy himself. Iain held her at arm's length and looked into the eyes of the woman he loved:

"Are you absolutely sure about this? It's not too late."

Jill smiled and nodded:

"Yes, I am. You need it, and in a sense, WE need it. Go on, she'll be waiting." And with a final hug she pushed him out of the door.

In the short drive to Paul and Anne's place, Iain had a feeling of tension, almost nausea, in his stomach and tightness chest. He thought of those 36C's and the nipples he'd been treated to earlier. The thought that in an hour he'd be caressing and kissing them made his heart race. Then he thought of Jill and how she must be feeling, knowing her husband was off fucking (or was it making love to?) her best friend.

He pulled up outside and was just about to get out of the car and go to ring the bell when the door opened, and overnight bag in hand, Anne stepped out. Before closing the door she stopped and turned and leaned back inside. He saw Paul's arm come round her neck as she leaned back in to kiss him. Then she said something to him and turned and walked to his car. He smiled as he saw her nipples pushing against her blouse. Her body really was in great shape. She'd changed her jeans into a denim skirt and her legs looked terrific. As the saying goes, she had curves in all the right places, and whilst not a stunner, she was by no means bad looking.

As she threw her bag onto the back seat and climbed in Iain said:

"I wish you'd make your mind up."

She asked him what about, and he just looked at her chest:

"Your bra has mysteriously disappeared. Again!"

Anne grinned at him:

"Paul's idea. He said to say that it would save a few seconds."

Iain nodded. Typical of him, always making a joke.

"Is he really okay with this?"

She shrugged: "Seems to be."

He went to start the car, and she reached across and stopped him.

"Not so fast." And with an easy movement she leaned towards him, put her arms round his neck, and gently pulled his lips to hers. When they eventually separated, she pulled away from him and said:

"I just thought we'd get that first kiss out of the way. Oh, and I wanted to shock Mrs Johnson who is peeking out from behind her curtain next door. Nosey old bat!"

Iain laughed as he started the car, turned and waved towards Mrs Johnson's house. Anne punched his arm, but was also laughing.

"By the way, you stole that idea from Woody Allen."

She looked at him, and nodded:

"It's a fair cop. I ought to have realised that the Pub Quiz Team buff would have seen, and remembered, Annie Hall!"

He looked across at her and stroked her denim covered thigh. "I only remember it because I used it a couple of times. It works too. Getting that first kiss out of the way just makes you both relax. In fact, I think I used it on Jill on our first date."

As soon as he said it he wished he hadn't. He wanted Anne, and him, to forget about their other halves – at least for a few hours. Anne saw his face, and squeezed his hand as if to say "It's okay, that kind of thing is going to happen."

She looked over to him as he concentrated on his driving, though his hand kept dropping to her thigh.

"You know it is a bit weird."

"A BIT weird? It's a LOT weird!" Iain exclaimed.

"I know. I feel like I'm cheating but I know I'm not. My head is a bit all over everywhere."

"Hmm, mine too. I guess the fact that it was all a bit sudden hasn't helped."

Anne disagreed, saying she thought that it was a good thing they hadn't had much time to think about it. Iain squeezed her thigh and gently stroked it:

"But isn't anticipation half the fun?"

"Yeees, and if you keep doing that with your hand we aren't going to get as far as the hotel. My anticipation will get the better of me!"

He gave her thigh a final squeeze, and they drove in silent thought to the hotel they'd left not long ago. Iain had checked in before they left, so they just went straight to the lift, and Iain pressed the button for the 7th floor. As the doors started to close Anne turned and put her arms round his neck, and their lips met as he pulled her into him. As their tongues explored each other Iain felt her unfettered breasts and against his chest. Anne was more interested in the stiffness she felt pressing into her tummy. 

It had been a long time since Anne had had sex, and her basic urges were really taking over. She started to move her hand down when the lift dinged and stopped. The two sprang apart, it was the bar and restaurant floor, as an elderly couple got in and pressed the button for the 10th. Anne felt herself go bright red, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl caught behind the bike sheds by the head mistress. When the lift stopped again on their floor they moved past the couple, and Anne caught the woman's eye. She smiled at her, and the old lady just winked and smiled back with a nod of approval.

"I think we might as well be carrying a placard saying 'We're off to have a good shag!'" Anne declared as they found room 729. 

"Maybe it's the way we sprinted down the corridor," Iain replied.

Iain inserted the electronic key and opened the door. Anne felt like her chest was going to burst with anticipation. Iain held the door for her, and as she brushed past him she deliberately turned so her nipples rubbed against his chest. He moved to kiss her but she'd gone. 

"Tease!" Iain said looking at her.

"Stop holding that door open, and get over here and fuck my brains out!" With that she came over to him and jumped up wrapping her legs round his waist and pushing her lips to his in one swift movement. Iain dropped his bag and the next thirty seconds were a flurry of activity. He frantically tore at the buttons of her blouse, with at least one button flying off, while she fumbled with his jeans belt. He got one shoulder of her blouse off before his lips fell on her nipple, licking, kissing and sucking it. Her hand was inside the elastic of his boxers grasping his hard rod. 

As he pushed her back onto the bed he tried to find the zipper for her skit:

"For fuck's sake, don't worry about that!" And she lifted her skirt round her waist – revealing that her bra wasn't the only thing Paul had told her to leave off. "Just get this bloody girder in me! NOW!"

He pushed his jeans and boxers to his knees and fell on top of her, resting on his arms to prevent her from being crushed. There was another frantic, intense kiss and he felt the tip of his hard on at her moist entrance. He stopped the kiss, lifted himself slightly and looked into her eyes smiling. She smiled back, and then her expression changed:

"If you think you're going to tease me, you got another think coming buster! I want all this. And I want it ..." She grabbed his buttocks pulled him hard... "NOW!"

She was so wet and he was so hard, he slid easily into her. At the back of his mind Iain was thinking a complete jumble of thoughts. Oh Christ, I'm going to last about 10 seconds. My God, how come I slid in so easily if she hasn't had sex for months? Oh shit, we didn't talk about protection! Her legs were back round his waist as he rammed into her again and again. Each thrust seemed to go deeper. Christ, I think I just hit her tonsils.

"Oh God I need this so much. Don't stop!"

Despite his fears he didn't come straight away. Her finger nails were clawing his back and her hips moved in perfect time with his thrusts. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oooohhh!" He wanted to kiss her lips, her shoulders, her bare breasts but she clung so tightly to him with her head buried in his shoulder he wasn't able to. Then she came. Her whole body shuddered and despite the fact her voice was muffled by his shoulder they probably heard her cries down the corridor.

Her shudders and screaming "I'm coming!" set Iain off and Anne felt his body jerk and with a last thrust emptied what seemed like an endless flow of semen deep into her. The only noise was the hum of the air conditioning and the gradual return of their breathing to normal.

Despite the coolness of the room, they were both covered in perspiration. Iain shifted on his elbows and went to move off her.

"Don't you dare move!" Anne's legs were still tightly wrapped round him. "I want you in me as long as possible." 

Iain kissed her softly on the lips, pulled back and caressed her cheek with his hand. Then he closed his eyes and kissed her again

"That was ..."

"...incredible!" she finished off for him. Iain just nodded with a little boy grin.

"I think that was fucking, not making love."

She shook her head slowly: 

"I can't be bothered to classify it. It was just ... just amazing!" She paused, then looked into his eyes and added a quiet: "Thank you."

After a few minutes lying, still linked together, the gooey liquid started to leak out of her, and she declared that she thought they'd better move before they made too much mess. As their bodies peeled apart they both giggled as their sweaty bodies had become stuck together. Their movement to separate felt like they had each taken a layer of skin off. She suggested they take a shower. He glanced at the clock, it had hardly been half an hour since they'd walked into the bedroom. Iain felt guilty:

"I'm sorry that was over so quick. I hope you weren't too disappointed."

She screwed up her face in disbelief:

"You men, you're all so insecure. Listen, if you'd gone on any longer I'd have killed you. That was just what I needed. A short, sharp, intense but entirely satisfying fuck. Okay?" Iain nodded, as Anne went on:

"After we've had a shower we can do it again – and that's the time when you'd better make sure you last, because we've got all night!"

He walked over to her and held her tight and said:

"You know, you're amazing. All my life, I ..." then he stopped, realising what he was about to say. She hugged him:

"It's okay. The four of us know each other so well, we're bound to let slip a few things, a few comparisons, a few comments about sex with our spouses. But we will have to be more careful with them. We don't want to hurt them, or make them feel inadequate. They probably already feel a bit like that, so we'll have to boost their egos as much as we can, by just loving them like we do."

Iain kissed her forehead, and she pulled his head down, and kissed him on the lips and turned towards the bathroom, but was still talking:

"I can guess what you were going to say. You were going to say that it was different being with a woman who WANTED to have sex, and different because you didn't have to take the initiative. It was like that for me too. If I didn't initiate it, I think Paul and I would never have done it."

Before Iain had thought about it the next sentence came tumbling out of his mouth. Thinking about it later, he knew why. It was because he and Anne suddenly had a completely open and honest relationship. There was no need for any secrets, and he didn't want to spoil it with one.

"I had an affair."

"I know." Iain looked at her, his brow was a ploughed field. She smiled and went on:

"Jill does too. She told me she thought it finished a few weeks back."

"She always could read me like a book. You know we'd been going out with each other for about a month and we went to a party. Lots of my friends were there. There was a girl, she was a girlfriend of one of my mates. We'd had a fling – no-one, and I mean no-one knew about it. Anyway after about an hour, Jill pulled me aside and said to me: 'You've shagged her'. I was utterly gobsmacked. I asked her how she knew and she said she could just tell. The way we looked at each other and talked. I thought then that there'd be no way I could cheat on her and get away with it. Seems I was right."

"Was she also right that it's over?"

"Christ yes!"

"Good! Come on and wash my back."

In the shower Iain was fascinated by Anne's body. He wanted to ask her how her boobs had pretty much kept their shape, with hardly a hint of her age. As he kissed her nipples she threw her head back, letting the warm water splashing her face add to the sharpness and intensity all her senses had acquired. She felt his cock growing in her hand, and as he gently moved her so she had her back to him, his hands came up and cupped and massaged her breasts. Then they tenderly tweaked her nipples. He kissed her ear lobe and said:

"You know you were right this afternoon when you said you were worried you would take out a waiter's eye. Your nipples are fantastic."

Every second she massaged his cock it was getting harder. She knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help comparing him to Paul. A little longer for sure, but definitely much fatter. Nearly as big as her favourite toy (hidden where she was pretty sure Paul wouldn't find it) – The only thing that's kept me from taking up one of the several obvious come-ons from the regulars at the gym. That and guilt, of course. 

Lost in the excitement, Anne suddenly realised Iain was making her bend forward from the waist. She laughed and turned to him:

"Sex in the shower looks great in the movies, but we're far too old for that!"

"I don't feel too old for it. Not with you!"

She smiled at him and shook her head:

"We've got all night, and probably some morning too. I don't want you slipping over in the shower and ruining all my fun. Come on, the bed looks a lot more comfortable than a shower cubicle"

They stepped out of the shower and dried each other slowly, taking the time to hug, kiss, caress and get to know each others bodies. She told him to look at his back in the mirror – it was a mass of small scratches. She looked at him:

"Sorry about that. Maybe I should wear gloves." 

It excited Iain to think that she'd been so excited she'd done that to him – and what's more, he'd been so excited he hadn't noticed it happening.

"What do you think Jill will think?" he asked.

"I think she will think you and I both had a good time."

As she led him back to the bedroom, she stopped in her tracks and turned to Iain nodding back over her shoulder:

"Where did that come from?" She was indicating an ice bucket with what looked like a bottle of Champagne and a couple of glasses. Iain smiled and said he'd ordered it this afternoon when he had booked the room. 

"I thought we might need something to help us relax. Turns out I was wrong!" He smiled, "It was there when we came in but you didn't notice for some reason."

She turned and as she raised her arms to put them round his neck, the white, fluffy towel that had been round her slid to the floor. She kissed him again feeling his hardness against her tummy, and sad:

"Well, don't just stand there, open it and let's relax." She stroked his hard penis. "But I don't want this to relax, I want this just like it is ... all night long!" She kissed him again, and turned and got into bed, with just a sheet covering her. Iain popped the cork, poured two glasses, gave one to Anne, and then removed the towel that had been round his waist, and climbed in next to her.

They chinked glasses, and Anne said:

"To us – and absent friends!" Iain smiled and nodded:

"Yes, to the four of us!"

They drank in silence for a minute, and then Anne snuggled next to him and Iain's arm went round her and they felt the warmth of each other's bodies. 

"You smell all clean and fresh," she said as her hand stroked to the sparse hairiness of his chest.

"Well, that's going to last a long time – NOT!" 

After a few seconds sipping their Champagne, Iain stroked her shoulder and asked: 

"So, what do you like?"

"Ice cream, chocolate. The usual things."

"I meant sex-wise!"

"You are joking aren't you? You really think I'm going to tell you? In the car you said half the fun is anticipation, the unknown, finding out. If I tell you, you'll just do what I say – I want to experience a new lover, new things, different things. So you're just going to have to find out. And so will I."

Iain took another sip of his champagne and looked at the glass – there were a couple of centimetres still in it. He moved so her head was back on the pillow and said:

"Hmm, okay – let's find out how you like your nipples played with," and he tipped the last of his champagne over her boobs. Anne squealed and jumped, called him a bastard, but was laughing. Then the laughter stopped as Iain started to lick her chest. She let out a low moan as his hands caressed her flat stomach and slowly moved north. His lips had licked at the champagne but moved to her nipple – drawing a slow ring around one with his tongue, while his hand gently caressed the other.

The circling tongue made smaller and smaller circles until it was flicking the hard stub of her nipple. Iain felt it grow with the increasing attention. As he nipped it gently with his teeth, Anne's moan became louder:

"Oh Christ, whatever you do, don't stop!"

Iain had no intention of stopping, and his hand and as his head swapped nipples, he was amazed that the one his mouth had been working on was now sticking out a couple of centimetres. He stopped:

"Your nipples are amazing. I've never seen any that long. I love them."

Anne's only response was to grab Iain's head and push it back onto them, saying "I told you not to stop!"

Iain sucked and nibbled the second nipple while his hands continued on the first, until they were like two pegs. He then put one hand on each and continued to caress and massage her firm breasts, while his lips and tongue slowly kissed and licked their way to her navel, and then into the dark, trimmed triangle of her bush. Her hands had stayed on his head and she now pushed his head down. But Iain was in control, and if he hadn't been able to tease her earlier, now he was going to. He started to push against her hands kissing his way back to her navel, then his tongue traced its way round her pubic mound to her thighs. He licked , kissed and nibbled the inside of her right thigh before slowly moving past her moist opening. He gently blew on it as he went past.

"God, you bastard. Don't tease me any more."

Her hands pushed his head, but Iain resisted, and paid attention to her left thigh before tracing his way back to her navel. Her body wriggled beneath him as he once again moved down through the silky hairs, as she tried to push herself onto his mouth. Iain moved slowly, nibbling and kissing his way down, then once again he gently blew on Anne's love bud. Anne held her breath waiting for his mouth to close the last few millimetres. But once again, he moved to her thighs, smothering them with small kisses and licks. Anne's head started to roll back and forth. 

"I can't take it any longer. Please," she pleaded, "just do it! Please." Her voice was quiet and tense – desperate. Iain once again moved to her now soaking wet opening. He blew once again on her, and then made to move away. She felt the movement and started to plead again, when Iain quickly moved back and sucked the whole of her clit into his mouth. Anne exploded with a huge cry almost like she was in pain, and she shook uncontrollably.




That's What Friends Are For Ch. 02



As Anne convulsed she moved to push his head away:

"Please, please – just give me a minute."

But Iain was on a roll, and was still very gently blowing on her and lightly kissing all around her clit. Still breathing heavily she accepted he wasn't going to stop and tensed herself. Anne couldn't remember the last time she'd had two orgasms in one session, and she could feel herself working up to a third within the space of an hour. Iain took his time because he could tell how sensitive she was after her orgasm He worked his tongue into her and around the lips of her vagina. Every time she was about to come, he sensed it and moved to her thighs. Then he would re-start his loving attack on clitoris. At last, as her orgasm built, he didn't move away but just kept on sucking at it, until, for the second time, she shuddered and climaxed on Iain's mouth.

There's nothing quite like seeing a woman climax to get a man hard, and Iain was granite hard as Anne's orgasm slowly subsided. Still kissing and nibbling her body, he made his way back up, pausing to suck on her fabulous nipples, back to her head. She lay with her eyes closed and a small smile on her face. As Iain kissed her softly on the lips, she tasted herself, and her eyes fluttered open. Anne's small smile burst into a fully fledged grin.

"That was amazing. Thank you."

The tip of his hard penis was now resting at the entrance to her hot pussy. He smiled back:

"What makes you think it's finished? I think we should go for an orgasm hat trick." And he eased he body forward, until every one of his seven inches was inside her. She clung onto him, let out a huge "Ooohhhhhh". This time Iain felt the sharp sting of her fingernails on his back as he slowly withdrew, so that the tip came out. Iain paused:

"Are you trying to tease me?" she asked.

Iain just smiled, paused a moment longer, and then slowly pushed it back all the way in. With each long, slow stroke her fingernails dug into his back, and she let out low moans. Each stroke also seemed to cause her to raise her knees, until her legs had come up and she could wrap them round his waist – locking him inside her. As the pace increased, Iain's strokes become shorter and faster – and Anne felt another orgasm building up. But Iain wanted to keep her in that blissful state right on the edge, so he stopped and raised his upper body so he could look at her. He stroked her face and smiled:

"Time to find out a few likes and dislikes." He noticed her look – a mixture of disappointment that he'd stopped and curiosity at what was next. As soon as he moved his hand, she knew what he wanted. Anne turned herself over and raised herself onto her hands and knees. Iain looked down at the heart shape of her ass, and at the red lips of her pussy confronting him. Iain's cock was still rock hard and he watched as those lips gripped his cock as he pushed it in. Anne collapsed down onto her elbows so her face was buried in the pillow:

"Oh God, yes!" She looked round, and smiled at him as he pushed in and out: "Looks like you've discovered a 'like'."

Iain gripped Anne's hips and slowly picked up the pace. She was teetering on the edge of a cliff – every time she thought she was there he would slow down or stop completely - only to pick up the pace and push her once again to the brink. Anne wanted to come again so badly – but the ecstasy of being on the brink for so long was wonderful agony. Her thoughts were a complete confusion of animal instinct and logic. Oh God! It might be a long time since I had sex, but it is an absolute age since I had it this good.

As she approached the cataclysmic brink, Iain stopped and withdrew himself, Anne let out a little whimper:

"Ooh, what now?" 

Iain smirked as Anne turned and looked at him. But before he could answer she went on:

"Oookay. My turn to try something." She turned onto her back, put her hand on his chest - not breaking eye contact – and pushed him onto his back."

She wriggled on top of him, crawling up his body. When her head reached his still hard rod, she smiled. Iain closed his eyes. Jill had never been keen on oral sex, and he held his breath in anticipation. But it was Anne's turn to tease – sort of. I've got to save something to get him up in the morning. So she moved on up onto her knees and grabbed his cock, and with a smooth movement kneeled up and sank back down – taking it all in. Anne was amazed how different he felt – as she sank down it felt like he would come out of her throat he was in so far. And as eased herself up, his fatter cock pulled at the walls and lips of her pussy. The pleasure was intense.

He reached up to the nipples which amazingly seemed even bigger, and caressed her breasts. She lifted her hands to her head feeling wild, wonton and probably more turned on than she could remember. For Iain too, the freedom and sheer indulgence of what they were doing was something he'd never felt before.

Anne gathered pace, and because she was in control Iain knew that the only way to stop her from coming would be to change position. And he knew he wasn't going to do that as his eyes took in the wonderful sight of her body totally given over to sex and enjoyment. 

Grunting louder with each movement, her voice became a constant moan. Iain grabbed her waist as she rode him and rolled her head. Looking back on it afterwards, Anne thought it was the longest, most intense orgasm she had ever had. She wasn't sure if Iain spurting into her was a cause or an effect of her orgasm. She fell onto his chest catching her breath, and after a few minutes, lifted her head:

"You know, some couples hardly ever come together (she was about to say that she and Paul hardly ever had – but thought better of it) – and we're two for two."

Iain reached up to her head and moved the sweaty strands of hair from her face. He caressed her cheek, then reached up and kissed her.

"Beginner's luck!"

She just shook her head and kissed him back, and then put her head down on his chest. After a few more minutes she spoke again:

"By the way, that was fucking!"

Anne just grunted, and as she dozed into a shallow post orgasmic sleep, she knew she could not go without sex again. The fear for her love for Paul lay at the back of her mind, lurking in the shadows. What will be like tomorrow? Walking into the house, putting my arms around him and kissing him, telling him I love him. But knowing that right now, I feel like this.

Iain felt her breathing change as she slept, and he stroked her hair. Oh God, what have we done? I fear we have woken a slumbering tiger! Jill wanted you to do this. Christ she knew about Eileen. What do I say if she asks how it was? (She won't, she's too shy to even talk about sex.) But what if she does? What do I say? Yes, it was the best sex I've ever had. And what will happen to my feelings for her when I see Anne and we have sex like this every couple of weeks. How can my marriage, any marriage, stand that?

He dreaded tomorrow – seeing Jill and Paul, and looking into their eyes. Probably seeing the same fear he felt now. Fear of losing something incredibly important. But it was different for them, to Paul and Jill there was nothing to lose because sooner or later it might have happened – with another Eileen or a guy at the gym. Eventually, Iain's breathing matched Anne's and he fell asleep.



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In Chapter 3, Iain and Anne have to deal with their conflicting emotions and thoughts. Can their marriages survive if they keep seeing each other? What would happen if they stopped seeing each other? 

Please keep the emails and comments coming – if you think it's rubbish, write and tell me why. If you liked it, I'd like to hear that too. Thanks again for reading it ... Badwolf



That's What Friends Are For Ch. 02



I woke up in the morning both loving and hating what had taken place the previous night when my best friend David made me dress up in panties and a bra for him and promise that I will dress up as a girl for him on Halloween.

All I wanted to do was please him. He wanted to see nail polish on my toes, so that's what I was going to have to do. I happened to have one bottle of nail polish in my apartment so I went into my bathroom wearing nothing but Daphne's bra and panties, sat down on my rug and began to paint. I was going to be late to work because of this, but it needed to be done.

...

That day at work, I tried not to seem distracted, but I kept thinking about how hot it was for David to command me to dress up as a girl for him. Deep down I had loved every second of it. And now I loved that I was wearing nail polish on my toes for him.

As if I was not distracted enough, I felt the vibration of my cell phone and when I looked at the text it was from David, "hey slut."

God I loved that he just spontaneously texted me and called me slut. I was immediately stiff as a rock and replied back, "hey."

He replied "glad to see you're answering to that nickname now, Allison."

I was embarrassed to see him texting the name Allison during the day at work. What if I had left my cell phone on my desk and my co-workers would accidentally see? That would be so embarrassing!

"David, maybe you shouldn't call me Allison during the day?"

"Why not?" 

"Come on, David. I'm at work."

"Are you wearing your panties underneath your clothes right now?"


"No, I'm not wearing panties at work."

"Well, I'll let it slide this time Allison, but next time I ask I expect to receive a picture message back from you of your panties underneath your work clothes."

I looked around and it seemed everyone around at the office was minding their own business and weren't alert enough to notice I was aroused.

David continued, "So Allison leave your office by 5:30pm tonight. You have a busy night ahead of you."

I was hoping to watch some Thursday night TV, but David had other plans.  "What's on the agenda?"

"We have to get you purrrty. It's already Thursday and we have to get you up to speed to be my sexy little bitch by the party on Saturday. I've enlisted Daphne to help on this and I'm sure you'll have fun talking about whatever girly things you two talk about."

The text from Daphne came about fifteen minutes later.

"Aly, umm, David says you have my bra and panties?"

"Ha, yeah." I didn't even know what to say. Little does she know I've already cummed in those panties twice. Once last night with David and then once by myself this morning before leaving for work.

"Apparently, you've been wearing them?"
"I was just trying them on for my Halloween costume." 
"Yeah, David says you were begging him that you wanted to dress up as Angelina Jolie so he's going as Brad Pitt to be a good sport. I love David. Just when you think he's a total douchebag, he shows he has a heart."


David is such an ass. Did he really need to tell Daphne that I was wearing her bra and panties? I hope he's not going to start telling people about my dressing. Who knows what he has up his sleeve.


"Okay Aly here's the deal I'm basically completely busy this week until the Halloween party, but I do want to help you, as you definitely need a lot of practice if you want to be Angelina Jolie! I had plans to hang out tonight with my friend Ben, who's throwing the big Halloween party on Saturday, but I'm changing my plans so that we can do your makeup tonight. 

I figured I would take what I could get, "Great!"

"Aly, here is your shopping list: Buy: your own heels, dress, wig, bra, panties, pantyhose, fake boobs, nail polish, foundation, rouge, eye liner, mascara, eye shadow, lip liner and lipstick. Oh and you're going to need to shave your entire body completely smooth. Don't worry about being embarrassed in stores today, no one in retail is surprised when a guy walks in before Halloween looking for assistance in dressing up in drag. We're going to make you look hot!  See you outside your building at 5:30!

The rest of the day moved painfully slow. I couldn't concentrate for a minute at work. 

At 5:30, I walked outside and saw Daphne holding a large shopping bag. 

"Hey sweetie, I found a store in town that caters to crossdressers. From there I was able to get you heels, a wig, a dress, and some silicone breast enhancers. You're going to look terrific! Our first stop Aly is Victoria's Secret. 

We walked into the store. I was so turned on by the sight of all the satin and lace and all the sexy little outfits on the manikins. All of the lingerie was so sexy.  

Daphne immediately walked up to a saleswoman, "Hi my friend here Alex is dying to dress up as a girl and I was wondering if you could fit him for a bra. Then if we can maybe find some sexy lingerie for him and a corset to give him a nice feminine shape." 

I blurted out "...its for Halloween!"

The saleswoman did not flinch. "Right." Then she looked me in the eye, "Halloween, not for Halloween. I don't judge." Then she winked. Daphne meanwhile smiled from ear to ear. I can only imagine what David had told her.

The saleswoman took a measuring tape and wrapped it around my chest. It was hot. She showed me a push up bra that really added some cleavage. Ten minutes later we were out of there with a new set of bra and panties for me and a new set of bra and panties for Daphne, which I bought her since I knew she was never getting back the pair that I now had in my possession at home. I also saw some sexy pieces of lingerie and couldn't help myself from buying a couple of nighties. I told Daphne that everyone knows Angelina Jolie wears sexy lingerie so I needed to have some.  Meanwhile I was thinking it would be something sexy to wear and pleasing to wear over my bra and panties in case David would be sleeping at my apartment.




The hardest part for me was going into Rite Aid and mustering up the courage to stand in their cosmetics aisle and buy everything we needed plus some fake nails, fake eyelashes and some pantyhose. Luckily I had Daphne with me.

When I got home with Daphne she immediately had me come with her to the bathroom. She commanded me to strip and I stripped. Within seconds I was standing next to her completely naked.

"Pretty nails!"

With all the errands I ran all day I had completely forgotten about my early morning pedicure. 

"Do you always paint your toes? I remember David saying something how you have a whole nail polish collection."

I wanted to correct her, but I also started liking to live up to all the girl innuendo that David would say about me.

"Aly you need shave your body!"
"I know, but it's not Halloween yet. Do I really have to?" I was suddenly worried about losing one of the last remnants of my masculinity.
"Excuse me this is your only dress rehearsal! We need to test if you are going to look like a chick for the party. Otherwise I'm sure David will find another chick to take as his date in 10 minutes!" 

She was right. She filled the bathtub with warm water. 

"Here's a razor, Aly."  She handed me a razor and some shaving cream. She left the room and I realized I had to proceed. If I want to dress up for David I have to go through with this and I started to shave. She came in fifteen minutes later and saw I was all smooth.

"Ok, manicure time!"
"Daphne, I really don't think it's worth our time to give me a manicure. Let's proceed to the actual makeup."
"Aly, or shall I say Allison, do you really want to be David's girlfriend? It's time you listen to my pointers. A pretty manicure will get you in the mood. It's a fun, girly reminder every time you look down at your hands."
"Who told you to call me Allison?"
"Who do you think?"

She showed me her iPhone and there was her text conversation with David.

Daphne had texted: "Guess who's over my house right now?"
"Surprise me."
"Aly! And I caught a glimpse of his pedicured toes. I think you were right about him having a whole stash of nail polish."
"Ha, I knew it! Let's start calling him Allison"
"haha"
"It will get him in the mood for Halloween."
"Ok!"


I put on my purple, shiny satin bra and panties from Victoria's Secret, and she put in the breast enhancers. The cold silicon came as a refreshing sensation to my warm skin. I looked down at my filled bra and it looked incredible. I knew David would love my rack. 

Daphne then proceeded to paint my nails a deep red nail lacquer from OPI.

Then she went about opening up the glass jar of Revlon foundation, took out a long slender brush, lowered the brush into the jar and then started applying it to my face. The cold sensation of the liquid makeup on my face was exhilarating. 

She then opened up a little box containing fake eyelashes, took out and squeezed some glue on each one of them and then applied them to the edge of my eyelids. My long fake eyelashes were now glued on. She then proceeded with eyeliner to outline my eyes and then brushed mascara through my eyelashes.  Finally she laid on a thick layer of blue eye shadow. She opened up a tube of lipstick and carefully smeared the red lipstick across my lips.  Then she moved to her rouge and applied the rouge brush with pinkish rouge just under my cheekbones. I tried taking it all in. I was loving every moment of the transformation. 

We then put on my black sheer pantyhose, my sexy little black dress and my 4 inch black patent leather heels and finally my shiny blonde wig. I looked hot. I took a picture on my phone and sent it to David.

Meanwhile Daphne gave me a whole tutorial on walking in heels and we were having so much fun. 


"Allison I'm helping you out for selfish reasons."
"What do you mean?"
"Well I've been meeting a lot of guys since I moved to the city, but I don't really have many girl friends. I need someone like my sorority sisters in college that I could talk to about guys, get mani/pedis with, read US Weekly and talk fashion, go shopping together and laugh and cuddle with."
"I'd love that!"
"I already knew you would! You're just so naturally effeminate that you never seemed to be digging all those guy activities with David. Besides you're so pretty as a girl that it would be criminal to have you waste away as a guy."

The doorbell rang.  There was no way it could be David just sixty seconds after I texted him.

"Daphne are you expecting visitors? 
"Ya I told my friend Ben to come by for some wine."
"But I thought you cancelled on him!"
"Listen Allison; I wanted to have him come by as a test to see how passable you are. He's never met you as Alex, so let's see if he finds you hot as Allison.

I was getting hard in my panties as Daphne went to open the door.

There was Ben. Boy next door looks. Dark brown-gelled hair, brushed to the side, pale white skin, piercing blue eyes and wearing a t-shirt and jeans.  

Suddenly my heart was fluttering. Do I wait sitting or do I stand up and approach him. 

He proceeded to walk over, then confidently and loudly asked "my my Daphne you didn't mention you had any friends over!" He looked into my eyes, stuck out his hand, "Hi what's your name I'm Ben."

In my girliest voice, "I'm Allison." I rested my delicate hand in his large warm palm.

"Well Allison it's great to meet you. I hope you're going to stay for a glass of wine with us." While holding my hand he lead me over to the couch and started chit chatting with me about wines and how he loved pinot noir.

I felt so sexy sitting there and seeing his eyes every so often drift to my legs and my tits. I was taking it all in. Between keeping good posture, smiling at him and batting my eyelashes, I didn't have a second to remember that I was Alex. It was all about looking hot as Allison. 

Ben took a wine opener and opened up a bottle of wine. There was something very romantic and tantalizing about him.

As he poured me a glass he kept looking into my eyes and smiling and kept eye contact as we clicked glasses and both drank.

He started telling stories about when he spent the previous summer working on his uncle's vineyard in Napa Valley and he kept making me laugh.

"Allison I'm throwing a big Halloween costume party on Saturday night and I would love it if you could come as my date."

"Well..." it was Daphne. I had completely forgotten she even existed over the 15 minutes that I sat with Ben on the couch.

"You see Allison is already going to your party as David's date." Daphne had this mischievous look in her eye as if she knew she was opening a can of worms.

"David? Allison how do you even know that idiot douchebag? Are you guys dating him?"
"No."
"Fine. So then he'll have no problems letting you come as my date. I'm having 75 people over, I was kind enough to invite him to the party and I want you Allison to be flanked at my side the entire night looking as hot as you do right now. We'll just give you a little leopard tail and a leopard headband with 2 tiny ears and you can be a feline seductress." Ben had used his pitch as a subtle distraction to distract me from the fact that his warm palm was now on my pantyhose-clad thigh and he was slowly starting to rub his hand further up.

"I think I need more wine," I tried to distract him. I loved this whole scene of being dressed up and felt up by Ben but I also felt guilty knowing I'm doing this all for David and now some other guy is moving in on me. 

Then again, David is a douchebag and Ben is a gentleman.

Ben handed me back my glass, and clicked his glass with mine, "here's to my first upcoming date with you Allison."

"Here's to our first date together Ben."

Daphne walked into the other room and with the coast clear, Ben moved in for the kiss. The next thing I knew his tongue was entering my mouth like a freight train while his hand kept stroking my thigh and his other hand had cupped my butt. I felt so sexy and was hoping that he couldn't see my hard on since it was buried under my restricting pantyhose.

His masculine scent, his defined jaw bone and his hot forcible tongue made me unable to resist his advances. We were heavily making out while he was feeling me up.
As he crawled over me he said, "I bet you give good head!"

"I do!" I don't know what possessed me to say that, since I never had cock in my mouth before but I said it.

Good! He unzipped his fly and pulled down his jeans. I got on my hands and knees on the floor in front of him and without any force "Come on sweet Allison let me see my cock in your mouth," I began to put his dick in my mouth. It was 6 and a half inches. Not too big but enough for me to almost gag on. I had never had cock in my mouth before but it was amazing. It had the size and breadth of a massive knockwurst and was hard as a lead pipe. I kept blowing back and forth and suddenly I felt him stick his finger into the back of my pantyhose and he moved his finger further and further down until he got to my butt and started to play with my boipussy. I started to moan. He pushed further. And I kept blowing faster and more enthusiastically while looking up at his beautiful blue eyes. 

"Allison you're such a hot chick, keep taking my cock Allison, fuck yeah!"

"You're doing great, Beautiful. Just a little more, a little more Allison! Wow you're so hot, I can't wait to make sweet love to you!"

His finger was now in my boipussy and matching the rhythms of my blowing him with pressing his finger further into me. 

"Yeahhh! Just a little more, now Allison. Keep up that pretty little blowing of yours, yeahhhh!!! He started cumming in my mouth and with his finger so far inside of me I started cumming too. 

I don't think he noticed my cumming as my cock was so hidden behind panties, 2 layers of pantyhose and my dress. 

"Oh Allison that was amazing. I can't wait until Saturday night and we can make love again. You're beautiful Allison, have a good night! 

He zipped up his pants, got up and let himself out.

I was left in the living room, cum in my mouth, cum in my panties and left with serious boy trouble. I have dates with 2 guys to the same party on Saturday night. I preferred Ben, but who knows what David would do to me if I stood him up...

TO BE CONTINUED



That's What Friends Are For Ch. 03



This is the final Chapter of the story of how two couples handled a specific problem they shared. It took a bit longer than I anticipated to write, because it's over twice the length of the previous chapters. Apologies.

I know from feedback on the first two chapters that the situation each couple found themselves in is more common than you would think. So I would like to dedicate this story to anyone who is in a loving relationship, but whose partner/spouse suffers from Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder (HSDD) – described as a total lack of interest, or an aversion to sexual overtures, stimulation and sexual activity. 

I'm not sure how this will look once uploaded as there are a couple of sections where formatting is important. If it doesn't quite work, I hope you'll understand and that it doesn't detract from your enjoyment.

Please keep the feedback coming, and I'll reply to any non-anonymous emails. Thank you.

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For a moment, like anyone waking up in a strange bed in a strange room, Iain tried to figure out where he was. Then with the help of the light coming in round the curtains he made out the grey features of the hotel bedroom. It all came flooding back to him, and he felt the warmth of Anne's body next to him. He listened to her slow, steady breathing and moved to put his arm over her. As he did so his head was filled with her scent mixed in with the heavy odour of last night's sex. As he turned to face her he smiled to himself as he remembered. He remembered teasing her with his mouth until she came. He remembered the scratches on his back where her finger nails had dug into him in the heat of passion. He remembered plunging into her from behind. Then he recalled the sight of her astride him, hands in her hair, breasts bouncing, and her screaming in climax.

Then the memory of the thoughts he'd gone to sleep with crept into his mind like the daylight into the bedroom. Jill. Oh God, how can I face her? How can our lives ever be the same? But the drug that was the fantastic sex he'd experienced last night, and the amazing woman lying next to him, was in his system. He knew it would be near impossible to give her up. But I DO love Jill, and I just can't imagine a life without her.

He was roused out of his thoughts by Anne turning over and throwing an arm over his body. He stroked it, barely touching her and watched the small fair hairs move under his fingers. 

"Mmmmm, that's nice." Anne's voice was soft and sleepy, and her eyes were still shut.

"Morning sleepyhead."

Anne's eyes opened, and she smiled at her new lover:

"Well I wouldn't be so sleepy if someone hadn't kept me awake half the night snoring." 

"I could say the same to you."

"Yeah, I guess when you're in your fifties that kind of happens."

"Actually, your snoring is kinda cute – mine's so loud I wake myself up sometimes."

Anne smiled at him and stroked his stubbly cheek, and Iain bent down to kiss her shoulder, moving to her neck and finally her lips. Unlike the passion of the previous night, she kissed his lips but no more. Meanwhile his hands had roamed down her body to her stomach. She stopped his hand, and he moved back and, feeling really puzzled, looked at her. She laughed:

"One other thing that happens when you get older - I need the bathroom!" A smile of relief crossed his face as she continued:

"Oh and here's something for you to learn about me – before I kiss you in the morning, I've just gotta brush my teeth. I think I may be a bit OCD!"

He watched her slide out of the bed and admired the silhouette of her body as she turned on the bathroom light and disappeared from his sight. Iain closed his eyes and started to doze off as his mind imagined the conversation between himself and Jill that would happen later in the day. Would it be just a normal Saturday? A bit of shopping and gardening? Maybe the cinema this evening. There'd be small talk, but would the shadow of sex and Anne hang over their conversation like a thunder cloud waiting to strike? Iain and Jill had never had a problem finding things to talk or laugh about – but how would the past 12 hours affect that? Will we still be relaxed and comfortable with each other? 

He heard the bathroom door open and decided he'd better go too – he wanted to hold her and kiss her, but given her "OCD" comment, he thought he'd better brush his teeth first. As he returned to the bed he slid in next Anne who turned to him, and smiled:

"Good morning, you!" and she put her lips to his in a kiss that instantly brought back the memories of the previous night. He felt an inevitable stirring in his loins. Anne moved and rolled on top of him without taking her lips from his. Iain felt her nipples stirring as they brushed against his chest.

She stopped and looked at him, her eyes filled with warmth:

"Are you okay?"

Ian gave her a half smile and nodded:

"Yeah, you know."

"Yes, I know. We'll both cross those bridges when we get home later. Right now, we've got a few hours – and I really want to make love with you." Anne smiled: "And maybe fuck a bit, too."

"I thought you'd never ask!"

Anne kissed him again, and then started to move down his body. He let out a pleasant sigh as she passed his chest and his stomach and came down to his hardening prick. She smiled to herself as she remembered his teasing last night, and she did it back to him. She gently blew her hot breath up its length and around the tip as it lengthened and hardened in front of her. 

"Oooh, I guess this is payback teasing for last night," Iain said as his anticipation built.

Anne didn't say anything but moved up so her breasts were either side of it. Then she rocked back and forth with his cock captured between the 36Cs. Then she moved back down , blew on the tip one more time, feeling Iain tense again beneath her, and she started to lick the tip in small circles.

"Oh God!"

Anne still didn't say anything, but just kept making small circles while lowering her head. Soon she had a couple of inches in her mouth. Then three, then four, she still didn't stop. No one had ever done that to Iain before, taken all his length until her lips were at the base. He managed to find a voice as she slowly lifted her head:

"Oh fuck, that was amazing."

As it popped out her mouth, she said:

"I thought you might like it." And she started again, slowly taking it in and releasing it. Gradually she quickened the pace, sucking and licking all the time. Iain felt the inevitable build up and realised that unless he did something to stop her he would soon be coming in her mouth. His hands went to her head to stop her moving up and down:

"Unless you want a load of cum in your mouth, you'd better stop. Besides I want to make love to you."

She smiled at him as she gave his rod a final lick:

"Well, that's a better reason to stop than dumping cum in my mouth or all over my face. That sounds like fun." Then she winked at him: "Maybe another time."

Iain took the initiative and swung her over onto her back. The he surprised her by grabbing a pillow. He lifted her midriff and slid the pillow underneath her.

"Mmmm, I like the look of this!" was Anne's comment, as she spread her legs wide. Iain looked at her pussy, the trimmed pubic hair, the lips glistening with her juices and looking deep pink with excitement. 

"Well I definitely like the look of that!" and he edged forward so the tip was at the entrance. The look she gave him would have melted an iceberg, and she licked her lips and in a quiet voice said:

"Come on big boy. Fuck me!"

Iain edged his hips forward and Anne let out a long, quiet "Ooooohhhhh!" as his whole length slid easily into her. He pulled all the way out, grabbed hold of her ankles, and holding her legs wide he hesitated a moment and then slid all the way back in.

"God, you bastard. That feels sooo good. Where'd you learn to tease like that?"

After a few more stokes she picked up the rhythm with him, her raised hips meant that every time he moved in he hit her G spot. She started to roll her head, thrusting her hips more and more vigorously. Iain moved her legs and slowly raised them. This only increased the friction of his cock against her clit and G spot. Then with her legs over his shoulders he started to increase the pace, his cock pounding her – Iain didn't think he'd ever felt he was so deep inside a woman before. Anne just kept repeating "Oh God, oh God , Oh God..." until with a scream her body convulsed and her hips thrust upwards. Iain felt himself coming and quickly pulled out as a stream of cum spurted out over her midriff and tits. Considering this was his third load in a few hours, Iain couldn't believe the amount that now covered her breasts and stomach. Anne just lay there, her body still making small involuntary convulsions. Her eyes fluttered open and her face broke into a smile:

"Jill must be an idiot. That was ... just ... unbelievable."

She saw his face change at the mention of his wife's name, and put her hand to his cheek:

"I'm sorry, that was really insensitive of me. But you are truly a wonderful lover."

Iain shook his head:

"No, I don't think so, not really. We're just two people who needed some sex!"

Anne looked down at her breasts:

"Well, we're two people who've made a bit of a mess. By the way, no-one ever did that to me before – come all over me. It felt really ... dunno ... kind of dirty but fun!"

"Well if it's any consolation, it was a first for me too. Comes from watching too much porn I think!" He smiled down at her and continued:

"And if I really was a wonderful lover, I don't think I'd be here. I'd be at home doing this with Jill ..."

Anne felt the warm cum dripping off her breasts onto the bed, and looked at him and shook her head:

"Okay you, I think we'd best move and go and scrub each other's backs. And while we're doing that I'll tell you why you're talking a load of old crap."

He moved and smiled back at her and gave her a hug. With an exclamation of "Oh yeuk, shouldn't have done that", he agreed it was shower time. They spent ages washing and stroking and kissing each other as they cleaned themselves up. When they dried themselves, and each other, she turned to him and said:

"You are such a nice guy, you know. You are so considerate. I know why you pulled out this morning." He looked at her with a puzzled smile on his face. Anne continued:

"You didn't want to rub Paul's nose in it, so to speak, did you? Just like I won't put any perfume on when we leave, so you don't go home and all Jill can smell is me; you didn't want me to go home with your cum inside me and leaking out. But I DO like what you did by the way."

They made small talk as they dressed. Iain looked at her as she put on her bra and pants:

"One for the road?"

"You have no idea how tempting that offer is. But no, not a good idea."

He nodded, and knew she was right. They would both need some time to re-adjust and get into a more normal frame of mind before meeting their spouses. She walked over to him and put her arms round his neck, then looked into his eyes and said a simple "Thank you". Iain responded that it really was his pleasure.

A few miles away Paul's house phone rang. The CLI told him it was "Jill and Iain". Hmm, well I know which one of you two this is! He picked up the phone and said "Hi Jill". Jill responded wishing him a good morning and asking him how he was doing.

"Okay. I guess. You?"

"Same"

There was a pause which was just starting to get uncomfortable and they both started to talk at the same time. In the end it was Jill's question that won:

"What time are you expecting them?"

Paul said he had no idea, but thought probably in an hour or so. There was another pause and it was Paul that broke it this time:

"I think I'm going to need a bit of time on this ... can I call you later this week. So we can just check we are still okay with it or what?"

"I'm glad you said that, I was wondering how to ask you the same thing. Yeah definitely. Here's my number at work, oh and my email."

Back at the Hilton Anne and Iain were writing down their mobile numbers and work email addresses too. Iain folded the piece of paper and put it in his wallet.

Both Iain and Anne were quiet on the journey back to Anne's house, both trying to get their heads back into the routine of "normal" life after the past twenty-four hours. Iain held Anne's hand as they drove the short distance and asked if she was going to be okay.

"I think so. I know that I'll be all over everywhere for a day or so. I just hope Paul's okay and that we'll be able to have a normal weekend. You know, no awkward silences or funny looks."

Iain nodded and said he knew exactly what she meant and that he was dreading walking through the door at home. Then he added that he wasn't sure how he'd look Paul in the eye again. Then he squeezed her hand and continued:

"But there is one thing I know for sure, I don't want this to be a one off."

Iain swung the car into Paul and Anne's drive and pulled on the handbrake. Anne turned to him, smiled, said "Thank you", kissed him on the cheek and got out of the car. Iain moved to get out as well, but she stopped him:

"No, stay there. Let's make this quick." Then as she got her bag from the backseat, she said she'd call or email him on Monday. And she was gone. Iain started the car, wanting to get away before he saw Paul. In the few minutes it took Iain to drive home, his thoughts were a tangled, confused mess. He was sad to see Anne go, but, and he couldn't quite rationalise this, also a bit relieved. He both wanted to see Jill desperately to reassure her, but was also dreading it – all at the same time. Christ, I'm turning into a complete basket case.

He pulled up in front of his house, got his bag and put his key in the lock. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open, and as he did so Jill came to the kitchen door and looked at him as if he had grown an extra head. Iain forced a smile, and without saying a word, dropped his bag and walked over to her with his arms outstretched. As she moved to him his arms enveloped her and he held her close. As Iain felt his anxiety slip away he searched for the right words to say. In the end he settled for something they had said to each other frequently after they had married but over the years had become more seldom.

"I love you." And he did. He knew it wasn't a lie. At the back of his mind was – In that case, where does Anne fit in? But that question was for later – right now, he and Jill had to be a normal couple again. Life goes on.

As Jill held him, she realised it had been a long time since they had hugged for so long. And she knew that was her fault. She'd always been the less touchy-feely of the two, but since her aversion to sex had grown, she had become very wary of physical contact. Not because it was unpleasant, but because it led to Iain trying to get into her underwear, and that would mean saying "No!" – and that's what she hated – the feeling of guilt because she was hurting someone she loved. But she just couldn't do it. So she had spurned anything remotely physical. Eventually, Iain had just stopped trying.

Without moving her head from his shoulder, in a barely audible voice, Jill said:

"I know, and believe it or not, I love you too."

Iain pulled away from her slightly and held her face in his hands, he smiled and kissed her on the lips. It was a kiss without the intensity and fierce passion of his kisses in the previous twelve hours, but it was a kiss full of love and tenderness. When he broke off, Jill looked in his eyes:

"Is Anne okay?"

"I guess we're both feeling a bit weird at the moment, but yes, I think she's okay."

"The last thing I want is to know any details, but I spoke to Paul earlier." Iain's heart sank, he felt sure that Jill had had second thoughts and was going to call it off. Can we have an affair without them knowing? Do I want that? Will Anne go for that? He braced himself and got ready to portray a neutral reaction. Jill continued:

"We're going to see how the next few days go, and then have a chat about how this whole thing moves on. We don't want to give you something then snatch it away, but we don't want to lose you either."

Iain shook his head:

"We're the same. Anne and I needed what you gave us last night, but we both need you and Paul more. We'll just have to work hard at this."

Jill smiled at him:

"Good. I bet you've not had ..." She was about to say anything to eat but thought better of it, " ... any breakfast. Come on." And she led him into the kitchen and started talking about what they needed to do today. Normality had started to return.

*****

From: Anne Carter
Sent:  Monday 27 May 2011 09:42
To:  Iain McKay
Cc: 
Subject: Friday/Saturday

Hi there,

Just wanted to say again what a great time I had on Friday, and I can't wait until we can get back together again. I wanted so much to text you over the weekend but that would have been a really crap idea. We both needed to get our heads level I think. How was your weekend? How was Jill? I think I'll call her today – the longer I put it off, the more difficult it will be. Never thought that Jill and I would find it hard to talk to each other!

Paul was okay – it was a bit weird at first, I think he wanted to ask me about it, but at the same time he didn't want to. So it was a bit of an elephant in the room, but as the day went on it kinda got to be a smaller elephant! And by Sunday, it was a normal day for us. The kids came over – Jenny with her new boyfriend in tow, he seems quite nice. She's a smart one, my Jenny – she said I looked different – "glowing and happy" was what she said. If she only knew.

Anyway, I'd better do some work. When do you think we can do it again?

Love (is it okay to say that do you think?)

A xx

******

From:  Iain McKay
Sent:  Monday 27 May 2011 10:01
To:  Anne Carter
Cc: 
Subject:  Re: Friday/Saturday

Hi

Well, let's start at the end – Yes, I think saying "Love" is okay. After all, we did warn Paul and Jill that we would probably cross the line to "making love" from f***ing (thought I'd better do that-I don't know what kind of firewall your company has!).

Jill was the same – she looked absolutely terrified when I got home. I think she feared you and I would just pack our bags and move out! Yes, do call her. It will all help reassure her – I think I'll call Paul too and suggest a round of golf on Saturday. We need them to see that life can go on as normal, with just a small (!?!) difference. 

I keep getting flashbacks to that hotel room – the way you looked, the way you felt. You are the sexiest woman I have ever met I think. I want to do everything to you and with you! And I can't wait for next time either. When?

Love

Iain "big boy" McKay ;-) x

*****

From: Anne Carter
Sent: Monday 27 May 2011 10:47
To: Iain McKay
Cc: 
Subject: Re: Friday/Saturday

Hi

Just spoken to your wife – and arranged to meet her for lunch tomorrow. She sounded okay-ish – a bit odd I suppose but what did I expect?? I have just been shagged senseless by the man she loves! And what's more, I want to do it again as soon as possible!

So, "Big Boy" – what other things do you have in mind if you want to "do everything". As an advanced warning, I have no desire to have that log you have between your legs shoved up my arse – so you can forget that... well, never say never I guess, but really, I have no inclination to do that. Sorry if that's something you like. Is it my age (our age?), but it seems to me that anal sex is something that became more popular (or accepted as normal) only recently?




That's What Friends Are For Ch. 03



I didn't know what to do about David. He was my best friend and after years of teasing me, he had opened up a pandora's box of getting me to crossdress. Now I'm supposed to go as his date, as Angelina Jolie, but the host of the party, Ben, a real gentleman, wants me too. I wish I could be Ben's date, but I don't know how to escape from David's grip.

"Allison, I'm here!" It was David knocking at the door. "Open up you little slut!"

"Shhh David, not so loud! I don't need the neighbors hearing!"

"What are you doing dressed as a guy?"

"David, it's 2pm. The party is not for hours. I'm just hanging out."

"not anymore. Go get ready. You're coming as my date and I'll sit here all day watching college football if I have to." David doesn't leave anything up to chances.

"Why did you bring a suitcase?" 

"You'll see Aly. Go put on your little makeup in the bathroom." I rolled my eyes. I was partially upset that he just ruined whatever rest of a guyish Saturday afternoon that I had in store for myself. On the other hand if someone is telling me to go put on some makeup, they certainly don't have to ask me twice.

As I started putting on foundation, I heard David rolling his suitcase into my bedroom. I walked in to take a look and he threw all my button down shirts and dress pants into his empty suitcase.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making sure you don't run off with Ben."

"Excuse me?"

"Well Allison if you ever want to make it to your day job as Alex again then you're going to have to have to play by my rules. Alex's clothes will be safe with me." I gasped and did not like this one bit. "Don't even try grabbing the suitcase. I'm much stronger than you. Now go paint your dainty little finger nails a nice red color and think about how you're going to pleasure your man later. I own you now Allison." I started getting hard in my shorts and knew I had to change into my panties. I was just worried whether this would be my last time I ever wore boxer shorts.

I went back into the bathroom to put on my makeup and a tear started rolling down my eye. I loved dressing and all, but I don't know where David is going with all this. I love dressing as a girl but I want to have the choice to pick out a guy for myself. It sounded like David was still busy packing more of my guy stuff away. 

"what are you doing out there"

"just replacing Alex's underwear with Allison's new panties. All your Alex clothes is now in my suitcase."

"David you're such a prick!" I said this as I'm applying my eye liner and wearing a bra and panties.

"haha I know!!"

"Go sit on the couch!"

I heard him wheel the heavy sounding suitcase back to the living room. While David was making himself at home eating popcorn and watching the game, I got myself all glammed up. I made my eye liner dramatic as Daphne taught me and I applied eye shadow and lipstick and lip gloss. I applied lipstick far past my lips to give the illusion of Angelina's volume.

My heels were 4 inches high and patent. My dress was long and black. My wig was long and dark dark brown. My silicon enhances underneath my bra made me feel so feminine. I snapped a selfie of myself and sent it to Daphne. "thanks for being my BFF. xo"

I came out and strutted as I approached David on the living room couch. "Wow your lips really look like Angelina's."

"Thanks". I blushed.

"I can't even believe you used to be sad pathetic Alex and now you're hot as hell."

He got up from the couch and embraced me with both of his big arms. His right hand cupped my feminine little ass and his left hand tucked some of my hair behind my ear and he began missing me. I felt magical.

For a couple minutes the making out was hot.

"get on your knees and open my zipper."

I willingly did and through his boxers poked out his raging hot penis. I started sucking it.

"Oooh that feels so good!"

I started licking fastly the bottom sensitive part of his cock and he looked to be in ecstasy. He was getting harder and harder and I was licking his pre-cum when suddenly he stopped.

"halftime is over. Game is resuming. Sit back up here."

"I was a little devastated. He suddenly was ignoring me for the game. As I sat next to him I noticed I was so hard from what had just transpired and desperately wanted to jerk myself off.

Unfortunately my cock was buried under my long dress and control top pantyhose, so I couldn't even get to it if I tried.

Regardless, I started stroking the area as I was so horny thinking about having David's cock in my mouth.

"Na ah ah Allison, as he waved no with his finger. I don't want you making any mess in your outfit."

We just sat there and every so often he'd look back at me. It was clear, though I enjoyed crossdressing, that this was all about David and that he was trying to morph me into his cd slave.

In the meantime he didn't even kiss me. He just placed his hand on my pantyhose-clad legs and felt them up every so often. "you haven't painted your nails!" 

I got up to go search for my press on nails.

"No Allison you need to paint your actual nails. Show me some commitment."

I guess I had no choice. I sighed and sat down.

But the intoxicating fumes of the nail polish made me feel a lot better about everything. I'm glad I have David as a friend. He literally spotted in me my inner girl before I saw it in myself.

After the game, David got ready in his tux as Brad. "ok, game's over lets get going. Touch up your make up. I can't wait till we win first prize!"

We left in David's car and he put his full suitcase in his trunk.

We got to the party. The music was thumping. Jay Z was playing. The house was filled with twenty-something party goers. 

David immediately knew a lot of people and was introducing me "and this is my significant other Angelina." 

One friend exclaimed "Oh David, you always get the prettiest girls!"

I just stood there graciously and smiling while David chatted with all his friends. A couple of them I knew as Alex, but none of them recognized me all dressed up

Then I saw Daphne and walked toward her.

She screamed, "hey girl! Ben's been asking for you!" 

"But what do I do about David?"

"Who cares about David!"

She grabbed my hand and brought me to Ben.

As I approached him, with his sapphire blue eyes, I forgot how gentlemanly he was. His hair was parted, gelled and had a 1950s pompodoire. He looked so dapper in a cream colored blazer and black Bowtie. He was clearly going for a 1950s look. 

"hello Lady"

"hey Ben"

"you look stunning tonight"

"and you look so handsome as always"

"can we have this dance"

"of course"

He immediately went to the DJ and had the Rihanna song stopped. The entire party stopped what they were doing, and after three seconds, the music changed to Frank Sinatra's "The Way you Look Tonight".

The whole crowd parted ways and made a large circle around us as Ben and I danced romantically. He had one arm behind my back and one hand holding my hand and holding him in tight. 

A minute into the song he began to kiss me sensuously, with everyone watching. I was afraid to see if David was watching.

Suddenly the music was halted. David grabbed the microphone and said "ladies and gentleman, Ben is dancing and kissing with a dude." he then speedily walked over to me and yanked off my wig. I felt so humiliated.

The silence felt like it lasted 10 minutes as everyone gasped.

Then Ben, grabbed the wig from David's hand put it back in place of my head and took the mike.

"Well, she's hot anyway!!"

the crowd cheered and he cupped my face in his two hands and started kissing me. "I knew all along babe"

The music returned to thumping pop and R&B, and after a couple more minutes of dancing he whispered in my ear "hey, let's get out of here."

we took my hand and led me upstairs and into his bedroom. He lit two candles and put on a slow jazz song on his Mac and started kissing me. "you do look beautiful and I want to treat you like the lady you deserve to be treated as."

I kissed him and kissed him. He moaned whenever I kissed him beneath his neck. I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. His cock was long and hard and I started to suck on it for a couple minutes. 

Wait I want to pleasure you too. I want to fuck you slow and sensuously so you enjoy it. He pulled my dress off, grabbed some scissors and cut a whole in my pantyhose. He then laid me on my back, took out a condom and put it on and then bathed it in tons of lube. The lube got everywhere! I got so excited in anticipation. He stood in front of me while I laid on my back and looked me in the eye, took my pantyhose clad legs over his shoulders and entered his cock within me. For a second it hurt, but all that lube made it feel so nice. 

Are you comfortable?

Yeah, keep going.

He slowly started to penetrate back and forth. It felt great, my cock was so hard. I could see that Ben noticed it and he put his hand inside my pantyhose and gave it 2 or 3 strokes.

"my my, looks like you're enjoying this as much as I do."

He kept pounding me and it felt incredible.

"Allison, I'm getting close!" So was I.

"you're going to be my girlfriend, right?" He asked as he was pushing faster.

"you're going to get dressed up for me and love me and were going to love each other right? He was pounding even faster.

Right!

"Good girl, Allison!" and then he came. 

"Oh fuck yeah! You take it so well Allison and you're so pleasant. We're going to have a lot of fun together." 

I was so hard I reached into my pantyhose and panties and stroked myself a couple times.

"Good girl, I want to see you cum!" I immediately came endlessly.

It felt so good. We both lied down on Ben's bed and he held me all night long. I was still in my bra, panties and pantyhose and it felt so right.

The next morning I woke up to a picture text from David. "Say goodbye to Alex!". The pic showed his suitcase having been thrown in the river.

Then Ben came up from behind, wrapped me in his arms, kissed me on my cheek and said "what's up dear?"

Even though David had just thrown out any remnant of my clothes as Alex, I felt so good and knew that things would be all right.



That's What Friends Are For Ch. 03



Anyway, something we can try, but I have always been rubbish at, is 69. I always used to get distracted and stop doing what I am supposed to be doing because I'm enjoying what's being done to me so much. God, I must change the subject, I'm getting a bit damp.

Let me know how Paul sounds, and you didn't answer "when?"

Love

A xx

*****

From: Jill McKay
Sent: Monday 27 May 2011 10:55
To: Iain McKay
Cc: 
Subject: Anne

Hi hubby

I just had a call from Anne, she wants to meet me for lunch tomorrow. Do you know what it's about? She sounded a bit funny. Is everything alright? Have you spoken to her since Saturday? 

Jilly xxx

*****

From: Iain McKay
Sent: Monday 27 May 2011 11:15
To: Jill McKay
Cc: 
Subject: Re: Anne

Jilly

Of course everything's okay. I'll call you at lunchtime – just off to a meeting. But don't worry – Anne emailed me this morning saying she was a bit nervous about how you would be with her and saying she wanted to call you. I guess she wanted to find out if we were both okay. I told her the truth: that it was a bit odd at first but pretty soon it became a normal weekend. I love you to bits, you know that!

I said I'd call Paul for a round of golf on Saturday morning – we aren't doing anything are we?

Buckets of love

Hubby xx

*****

From: Jill McKay
Sent: Monday 27 May 2011 11:32
To: Paul Carter
Cc: 
Subject: Things

Hello Paul

Just swapped emails with Iain. Anne called me this morning to arrange a lunch meeting tomorrow, and I wanted to see if anything was up (bad choice of words I think). They've been emailing each other. I guess we should have expected that, but one of the big things you and I talked about was that this way it would be all be above board. No sneaky meetings, furtive texts etc. What do you think?

Were you two okay this weekend?

Jill

*****

From: Paul Carter
Sent: Monday 27 May 2011 12:15
To: Jill McKay
Cc: 
Subject: Things

Hi Jill

Yes, it was a bit strange at first – I just kept imagining them together and it hurt a bit. But it was odd because I think we were closer than normal. The kids came over and Jenny asked me what had happened to her mum because she seemed really happy. Try answering that one! I just said we were getting along really well at the moment. They're old enough to know their parents have ups and downs, but they'll never be old enough for the truth on this!

I think we need to allow them some space – we have to appreciate that there will be some things that – rightly – are just between them. I really don't want to know what sexual gymnastics they are getting up to! But I also don't want this developing into a full on relationship either. The thing is, I'm not sure if it's possible to stop that. Let's give it a week, and before they see each other again, talk to them. That sound ok?

Paul

*****

From: Iain McKay
Sent: Monday 27 May 2011 14:11
To: Anne Carter
Cc: 
Subject: Re: Friday/Saturday

Hi you

Wow, that meeting was a complete waste of time. But you don't want to know that – you want to know what unspeakably dirty/fun things I want to do with you. Have you ever been blindfolded? Tied up? Well before I get the leather and whips out I think we've got a few more conventional things to get through. And I have to agree, not convinced about anal sex. But then again I've never done it. Not quite sure what the attraction is, but like you say – don't knock it til you've tried it. 

So, I'll work on the what we do – but what about when? Do we have to wait until a week on Friday? We kind of agreed on fortnightly, but... I think my right hand might get quite busy in the intervening days as I think about you.

Iain "BB" x

*****

From: Anne Carter
Sent: Monday 27 May 2011 15:15
To: Iain McKay
Cc: 
Subject: Re: Friday/Saturday

Hiya BB

Yes, I think we would be pushing it a bit going for anything earlier than the weekend after next. Like we said on Friday, anticipation is half the fun. Haven't tried any of what you said – not even a blindfold – doing it in the dark is as near as I've come to that! As long as it's fun, I'm up for it. But I am definitely not big on pain! I really liked what you did with the pillow – it made that monster of yours hit all the right spots. And I definitely want to try it from behind and standing up, with me supporting myself on a chair back or something. Oh God, how many days do we have to wait?

There is one thing I was going to say on Saturday morning and I just never got round to it. (I probably found that big, fat cock of yours in my mouth preventing me from talking). I said I'd tell you why you were talking a load of old crap when you said that if you were any good at sex, you'd be at home with Jill.

A lot of people feel tired, go to the doctor, get a bloodtest and the doctor prescribes iron tablets or something. Essentially the body just stopped producing something so had to be helped. That's probably all that's happened to Jill. Her body has stopped producing some hormones that make her want sex. There's a mental thing too as a result. But it has absolutely nothing to do with how good or bad you are in the sack. And believe me you're good – though I admit my experience is a bit limited.

It's not your fault so don't blame yourself.

And watch what you're doing with your right hand. I want lots of cum on me next time – that really was fun - so don't waste any. 

A xx

*****

From: Iain McKay
Sent:  Monday 27 May 2011 14:11
To: Anne Carter
Cc: 
Subject: Re: Friday/Saturday

Thanks. I suppose that deep down I know it's not my fault, but you just can't help blaming yourself. Don't tell me you didn't worry that it was because Paul thought you weren't attractive any more?

I'd love to do it standing up from behind. Got to be near a mirror though, I want to see those tits swinging? Hey, maybe we can film it or take some photos? Ever tried that? Maybe we should go toy shopping sometime?

BB x

*****

From: Anne Carter
Sent: Monday 27 May 2011 15:15
To: Iain McKay
Cc: 
Subject: Re: Friday/Saturday

No filming. No photos! Too easy to fall into the wrong hands. Imagine what Paul or Jill – or even worse - our kids would do if they stumbled across them. 

As for everything else – I'll try anything(-ish)

A xx

*****

It was raining when Jill left the office for the short walk to the café where she'd agreed to meet Anne. As she got to the door she turned and shook out her umbrella and went in. She looked round and saw her best friend – Well, she was a week ago, but what is she now? A rival? – and walked over to her. Anne's smile looked a bit forced – I guess that's understandable. Anne got up and, despite the damp coat gave Jill a hug that lasted a bit longer than normal. They sat down, Anne smiled – this time with her eyes as well as her lips, and warmth and affection oozed from her:

"How are you doing?"

Jill shrugged: "I think I'm okay, but ... I guess I'm a bit scared at what I've – we've – started. It's all a bit fast I guess."

"You can say that again – I can't believe it – four days and my life feels completely different."

Jill looked at her, and although she was afraid to ask the question, she just knew she had to:

"In what way?"

"I love my husband. I love our life, our family. Yet a week ago I was about to cheat on him with a guy from the gym. I considered risking everything. And you saved me – you and that wonderful husband of mine." Then with a grin: "Oh, and your husband played a minor role."

Jill just raised a weak smile:

"That's what friends are for, isn't it?"

Anne reached across and held her hand:

"Iain loves you, you know that. And I have absolutely no intention of stealing him from you. He may just be a weak man, but he's a weak man who is clearly in love with you. Even if I tried to steal him, I'd fail."

Jill took a deep breath, and asked another question:

"Look, tell me if it's none of my business, but how many emails did you and Iain swap yesterday?"

Anne could see where this was going, her lips jammed together in a straight line and she nodded:

"Hey, it's definitely your business. And yes, we swapped a fair few emails. In our defence we needed to find out how we – all four of us – were. I know what you're thinking. Iain and I will go from friends, to lovers, to close friends to falling in love."

Anne paused and raised her eyebrows, and Jill nodded as Anne went on:

"Ain't gonna happen. Yes, of course Iain and I will get closer – we can't prevent that. But we both have a lot more to lose than we have to gain. I'll talk to Iain, and we'll cut the emails – they'd dwindle anyway – and you can rest assured, that I won't say anything in an email to Iain that I would be embarrassed about you and Paul seeing. Well not about our relationship at least – there was a bit of smut, a lot of smut actually, in the emails yesterday. As you'd expect – it really is about sex and not love."

Jill left feeling a little better, but still unsure that the whole thing wouldn't come back to haunt her. Then when Iain come home that night, the world seemed normal. They cooked dinner together, and as the rain had stopped went out for a walk. They held hands and talked of everyday things and life felt good. This whole thing just might work out okay.

It's no secret that women are generally better at talking things over than men. So the conversation between Paul and Iain on the following Saturday was a lot more guarded and less open than that between the two women. Jill had spoken to Paul saying she felt a bit better about things but still not one hundred percent happy.

It was the long, par five fifth before the subject was broached. Both men had hit good tee shots and were pretty close to each other on the fairway. As the two strode along Iain asked Paul if he was still okay with the "arrangement". Paul laughed and said:

"Look I know I'm a shot up, but it's a bit early to try the mind games to put me off my game, isn't it?" 

Then without giving Iain a chance to respond, he went on:

"Jill and I spoke earlier in the week. I guess we are just a bit worried that you guys will get really close and that it will take something away from our relationships." 

They stopped at Iain's ball, and he intended to lay his second up, short of the green leaving a pitch on. He sliced it, something he hardly ever did and laughed, saying that it looked like the mind games had backfired. As they walked to Paul's ball Iain tried to reassure his friend:

"Anne and I spoke after Jill and Anne met on Tuesday. Yes, we both get it. We agreed to cut down the emails to just essentials and we have agreed no texts. We'll make arrangements for meetings with you two."

Paul addressed his second shot, as he looked at the ball his mind was thinking only of Anne. He swung, cursed as he realised he had made a poor contact and the ball made a bee line for a bunker. He looked at his friend:

"One each. Let's talk about the weather until we're in the clubhouse, or we'll both be putting in the worst cards of our golfing lives."

Iain agreed, and Paul closed the conversation:

"Jill and I are just going to have to be confident and trust you, and you two are going to have to be honest with us,"

And the two men headed off up the fairway, bemoaning their last shots. A couple of hours later, as they sat in the clubhouse bar, Iain took a deep breath and asked:

"Are you okay with Anne and I seeing each other next Friday?"

"Evening or all night?"

Iain desperately wanted to say all night, but knew that would be contrary to the original discussions, and he didn't want to upset the delicate agreement the four had. Iain said it would be just for the evening. Paul thought, shrugged and said that he supposed if it was okay with Jill and Anne, then it was okay with him. Iain nodded thanks, and was worried he'd shown too much elation at the answer. Then he thought about Anne, and was worried he'd get hard at the thought of eating her pussy, her lips around his cock, her nipples and the tight slippery feeling as he slid into her.

At the same time, a few miles away, Jill answered the phone. It was Anne. They chatted for a few minutes, and whilst it wasn't quite as relaxed as that same conversation would have been a couple of weeks ago, Jill felt it was okay – but she steeled herself for what she knew was coming. After discussing children and the upcoming Golf Club midsummer ball, there was a pause and Jill heard Anne take a deep breath and ask:

"I know Iain's mentioning it to Paul, and I think he may have said something to you, but we'd like to see each other again, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it."

"Of course, it was my idea in the first place, so I can't exactly back out now, can I?" She paused, even though the question was rhetorical, and then went on:

"Iain said it would just be for the evening, is that right?"

Anne replied that that was the plan, and so, after a few more exchanges, the call ended. When Iain arrived home he gave Jill a hug and mentioned the conversation with Paul. Jill asked how he was, and if he was okay with it.

"Seems to be. How about you?"

Jill said that yes, she was okay and also mentioned that she and Anne had talked on the phone, and so everyone seemed okay with it. Iain put his arms around her, looked into her eyes which seemed a bit sorrowful to Iain, and said:

"I love you. And, thank you."

Her face broke into a half smile, and she nodded and smiled. And that was the last they spoke of it as the couple got on with their normal family weekend. The next time the shadow loomed over Jill was Friday morning. Iain had his usual orange juice and a slice of toast, and was ready to head off to work. Jill noticed a small overnight bag next to his laptop case. Her mind thought of what that bag represented – a threat to her marriage. No, not really. The threat was there – it looks like that bag might actually save my marriage. Iain walked over to her, as he did every morning, gave her a hug and a kiss. 

"What time will you be back?"

"I have no idea." Iain paused, "But please, please don't worry."

Jill laughed:

"I will. Have a good time." Iain couldn't find any words so he just nodded. Then just as he turned away, Jill said:

"But not too good a time."

Iain laughed, gave her another kiss and left for what he thought would be one of the longest days of his life. He was so looking forward to the evening. And when he got to work and opened up his email his heart leapt.

*****

From: Anne Carter
Sent:  Monday 27 May 2011 15:15
To: Iain McKay
Cc: 
Subject: Tonight

Hey you

I hope you've got lots of rest this week, because I plan to absolutely wear you out tonight. If you have anything energetic planned for the weekend I suggest you cancel it now. You aren't going to be capable.

And I'm expecting to be surprised, I'm soaking wet at the thought – God, does that make some kind of trollop?

A xx

*****

From:  Iain McKay
Sent: Monday 27 May 2011 14:11
To: Anne Carter
Cc: 
Subject: Re: Tonight

Fighting talk. I have spent hours in the gym building up my stamina – you have no chance. If you're seeing your kids this weekend then you'd better have a good explanation ready for why you're walking a bit funny. That is, if you can walk at all!

What do you want to do about eating – shall we meet somewhere or what? I've booked us a room at the place you suggested the other day. Hope the walls are thick if your performance last time is anything to go by.

I've got a couple of surprises lined up – but hey, it's not all one sided. You have to do your bit – I like surprises too.

Iain x

*****

From: Anne Carter
Sent: Monday 27 May 2011 15:15
To: Iain McKay
Cc: 
Subject: Re: Tonight

I promised myself (because I kind of promised Jill) that we would not have a long email chain today. But your last email really got me.

ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY EFFING MAD?

Do you think I want to waste time eating when we could be in bed together? For God's sake – we only see each other for a few hours a month. I was thinking about clocking off early. So, big boy, just have a big lunch!

Text me the room number and I'll meet you there. Just let me know what time and I'll be there!

Anne (shaking head and eyebrows raised) xx

*****

From: Iain McKay
Sent: Monday 27 May 2011 14:11
To: Anne Carter
Cc: 
Subject: Re: Tonight

Yes boss!

.

BB xx

Iain thought about a longer reply, but decided he needed to distract himself with some work. As the day moved on, he felt he was in some kind of time warp. Each time he looked at his watch and it seemed that it had barely changed since the last time. He felt almost too excited to each a lunch of any sort – let alone a big one. By the time 4pm arrived, he'd had enough. He left the office and made the short drive to the hotel he'd booked and went and checked in. He texted Anne the room number and went up. He pulled down the bed cover and did a few things he needed to do and was thinking about taking a shower when there was a knock on the door. Can't be Anne, it would take her at least 15 minutes to get here from work.

He cautiously opened the door and Anne beamed at him:

"Hey Big Boy!" And she started unbuttoning her blouse. Iain was transfixed.

"If you don't let me in I'll be naked in the corridor in about ten seconds!"

Iain pulled her into his arms, and they sank into a kiss. He reached inside her blouse and put his arm around her, stroking her back.

"Your skin feels so smooth – I think I want to kiss it all over." 

"Mmmm, I think I'd hate that." With a deft flick of his finger and thumb Iain unclasped her bra. "Ooohhh, have you been practicing? I REALLY hate that!"

Iain bent down pushing the blouse off her shoulders to kiss her neck. Anne closed her eyes as she felt his warm breath and soft lips (just a hint stubble) slowly move down to her freed breasts. She breathed in and her nostrils were filled with the smell of his deodorant. In her mind she knew that particular brand would always remind her of him, and of their times together. As his lips closed on her nipple she heard him say:

"I was going to suggest we take a shower, but I don't think I can wait."

Iain peeled her blouse and bra off while Anne fumbled with his shirt buttons. Then they both started to laugh as it became a race to see who could undress the other first. The fact Iain had a head start and trousers are far more difficult than a skirt meant there was always only going to be one winner. Anne moved away from him, wearing only holdups and shoes, and lay on the bed. Iain looked at her and felt himself becoming hard. As he slipped off the last of his clothes he smiled at her and climber on the bed with his legs straddling her thighs. He bent down to kiss her nipples and she closed her eyes. Anne's breathing got heavier and she expected to feel his breath and lips move from her breasts and nipples, her midriff or her pussy. She was surprised and opened her eyes when instead she felt him lightly grip her wrists. She gave him a quizzical look as he let go of her right wrist and pulled out one of his old silk ties from behind the pillow.

"Time for something new. I've never done anything like this before by the way."

As he wrapped the tie round her wrist Anne suddenly realised what he was doing. Her heart started to pound – a little in excitement and more than a little in fear. She opened her mouth to speak but her throat was dry. Iain smiled and bent to kiss her softly on the lips.




That's What Friends Are For Ch. 03



"It's okay. Trust me. I absolutely promise you I won't hurt you. If you want me to stop all you have to do is say 'daffodil'. Got that?" By this time her other wrist had a tie wrapped round it. Anne looked at him and nodded and croaked an okay.

She tried to move her arms and whilst there was a bit of freedom she was to all intents and purposes helpless. As Iain moved away from her she felt her heart racing even more in anticipation. Then he got hold of her right ankle and started to move her legs apart. Anne's eyes widened as she realised her ankles would be next. Iain was kissing her thighs and calves as his hands quickly secured her right, then her left ankle. 

Iain knelt up and smiled down at her. Anne felt exposed and vulnerable and excited all at the same time. Iain shook is head:

"Nope, not quite right." He loosened the tie round Anne's left ankle and gently pulled it tighter. Then as he did the same to the other leg Anne could feel her vagina open up. Oh my God, I must look wide open. Iain looked down at her wet, reddening pussy lips and nodded with satisfaction:

"That's better."

The next fifteen minutes was unlike anything Anne had experienced. Iain took his time, kissing and stroking her body from her legs to her arms, but avoiding the real sexual pleasure zones. He slowly moved to them stroking lightly with his hands, followed by kissing and licking. By the time Iain had played with and kissed her nipples, despite being breathless Anne managed to say:

"If you don't touch me down there right now, I'm going to say that yellow flower word."

Iain stopped and smiled at her: 

"Maybe next time I'll have to gag you too. Hmm that's a thought. And he moved so he knelt astride her chest. His cock had lost some its hardness over the last few minutes, but there was more than enough to push open her mouth. Anne licked and slurped at it, and sucked as Iain gently pushed its hardening length further and further into her mouth. Anne relaxed her throat and took in everything he could push at her. Once when he was almost all out, she said:

"How am I supposed to say the word with this in my mouth?"

Iain stopped and looked concerned for a moment:

"Do you want to?"

Anne's response was to open her mouth and move forward to suck his length back in. After a few thrusts Iain felt the tightening in his balls and slowly withdrew announcing it was Anne's turn now. Anne climaxed three times in the next few minutes, each on larger than the previous one as Iain's fingers and tongue worked on her. Then as she lay, recovering from her third climax Iain moved up to her well lubricated, wide open pussy and slowly pushed himself in. Anne writhed below him as he slowly built up speed, and found herself almost crying with pleasure. She never felt Iain undo her wrists and only realised they were free as she climaxed in the mother of all orgasms, raking Iain's back with her nails and sending him over the top. Iain collapsed on top of her and together their breathing slowly returned to normal.

Anne's legs were still tied wide apart and she felt the warm cum seeping out making her pussy and anus feel like one huge sticky mess. She turned as best she could and held Iain tight. Anne stroked his face and looked at him:

"That was utterly, utterly incredible. But can you untie my legs now because they are starting to hurt a bit." She watched as Iain slipped the ties off her ankles and asked:

"Well Big Boy, what's your next trick – because I'm not sure how you follow that?"

"My next trick? Oh no – next time it's your turn."

"Bloody hell, that's a hard act to follow."

Iain kissed her right nipple and looked up:

"Oh I'm sure you can come up with something."

They held each other in silence for a few minutes. As the coolness of the room started to chill their sweaty bodies, Iain pulled the sheets over them and held her close.

"I think that's all the fucking done for one night, what do you say we make love, Mrs Carter?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Mr McKay."

After a while and three more orgasms for Anne, and one for Iain, they lay together in the spoons position, Iain's hand gently caressing her breasts. Half asleep, she asked what the time was. Iain replied it was just after ten.

"What do you think they'd do if we stayed the night?"

Iain whispered in her ear that he wasn't sure but he didn't want to risk it.

"After having guilt free sex again, I don't want to give it up. So no, we are definitely going home tonight."

"Guilt free? Is that all?"

Iain turned her over so he could look in her eyes:

"Yes, guilt free is important. I used to feel really ... I dunno .. kind of yucky after sex with Eileen. But with you all I can think of is that it's the best sex I have ever had by such a huge margin ... I .. I just can't imagine not doing with you." He paused: "Jill must never know that though!"

Anne raised her eyebrows:

"What do you think I am? Completely stupid? Besides – this is the best it's ever been for me too."

And then she dropped the bomb:

"I don't think we should do this again."

Iain felt a shiver of fear, and looked at her. All that came out of his mouth was a quiet "Why?"

Anne's face cracked into a small smile, followed by a huge grin:

"I meant I don't think we should spend an evening together. It has to be all night or nothing. This way, it just makes it seem cheap somehow."

"You bloody minx. I just had heart failure. I'm not a young man anymore – do you realise you could have just done me in?"

"Mmmm, I'd have had to give you the kiss of life then, wouldn't I?"

They kissed some more and eventually showered, dressed and left. Iain walked Anne to her car and as they arrived at it she turned her to face him, leaned her back against the car door, and kissed for the last time that night. They hugged and she said:

"So that's agreed then, the four of us will meet for coffee tomorrow and we'll put the idea to them. A compromise – once every three weeks for a whole night."

Iain nodded and with a final hug he turned and walked to his car. He looked up at the sky and smiled to himself. Life was good. He had a family he adored. He had a wife and soulmate that he loved, who also loved him. He had a lover who was as into fucking and making love as he was. And everything was cool – apart from the warm summer evening and the red hot sex they'd just had.

*****

Champagne corks flew and cries of "Happy New Year!" rang out around them. Iain took Jill in his arms, kissed her, looked into her eyes while stroking her cheek and told her he loved her. They kissed again but were interrupted as other party goers grabbed them for Auld Lang Sine. As the song finished Paul came up and shook his hand, and Anne kissed him with the kind passion and intensity that only two people who have made love together can produce. 

"Happy New Year, Big Boy!" she whispered.

A few feet away Paul had hugged Jill, and their shared kiss was a brief peck. They looked at their spouses, heads together, talking.

"Did we do the right thing?" Paul asked.

"I think so," was Jill's response. "It's been quite a while now, and Iain and I are as happy as ever. Actually, that's not true – we're probably happier because the tension about sex has gone."

Paul nodded, and although he agreed, he couldn't help feeling a little jealous of what Iain and Anne had. But then again, he knew that he has something with Anne that Iain didn't.

The party fizzled out and everyone started to drift off. Iain and Jill left to walk the short distance home at the same time as Paul and Anne. Insulated against the cold, crisp winter evening the four looked like Michelin men as they hugged and split to go in two different directions. As Iain kissed Anne she said in a quiet voice:

"See you on Friday for the first fuck of the new year."

Iain whispered "Definitely! I think I have a new year's resolution about coming on your tits I'd like to adopt."

She laughed and pushed him away and the two couples headed home. As they approached their front door, Jill stopped, turned to Iain, took a deep breath and said:

"I have something I want to say."

Iain knew this was a biggie...

"I know you and Anne have something quite special, and I guess that over the past few months I've been a bit ... jealous is the wrong word ... I think curious. You see, I do remember we had good sex a long time ago. Though I have to admit I can't really remember it clearly. I think I might want to try it again, so I have made an appointment with the doctor to talk about drugs and hormones and stuff, and if necessary I'll see a counsellor too."

She looked at Iain's face in the stark moonlight and saw the emotions and thoughts running through his mind. She stroked his cheek:

"Poor Iain, life's going to get complicated isn't it? But I'm sure we can sort something out!"

Jill turned her key in the lock and went in smiling to herself. It was quite a few seconds later that Iain followed her in.

*****

If you're reading this then it's a good bet you read the whole thing – so thank you for persevering. I suspect the ending will generate lots of criticism – Literotica readers like all the i's dotted and t's crossed. I like leaving you with something to think about. 

I'm going to leave this storyline for a while, but if someone else wants to write chapter 4 then go ahead, be my guest. If/when I do get round to writing a bit more I will set it in the future, looking back – probably at a New Year's Eve party. And I'd probably write it much more from Paul or more probably, Jill's viewpoint.

To my mind, the two marriages have gone from a wobbly state, to a steady state and with Jill's decision to a potentially really difficult state. But that's for the future.

I hope you enjoyed reading it – I certainly enjoyed writing it. Please keep the comments and emails coming. I'm off back to writing some mainstream stuff for a while! Might actually get paid for that!

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