I am sure everyone has heard this story before or had it happen to them; being in love with your best friend’s wife but neither of them knows your secret.  She thinks of him as a ‘big’ brother and turns to him whenever she and her husband have a fight or argument and you are there to console her or him, whichever the case may be. Sometimes it is both of them.  Well, that is me.  My best friend, Chris, his wife, Jolene, and I grew up together.  Our parents were all friends and lived in the same neighborhood. In the beginning, Jolene, Chris, and I would triple date, and then before I had a chance to make my move Chris tells me that he has feelings for Jolene and he is going to ask her out on a couple’s date if that was okay with me.  Being gracious I told him to go ahead and the rest is history so this just shows that being the nice guy does not always payout in the end…or does it?

Chris was a hotshot attorney, works long hours, and that is aggravating for Jolene.  The ‘straw that broke the camel’s back’, so to speak, was when they had a cruise planned for their tenth anniversary and at the last minute, a big court case came up that Chris wanted to be a part of so he canceled their trip. I had just gotten a phone call from Jolene, crying and asking if she could come over.  I said yes although I wanted to say no because it was getting harder and harder to play mediator between the two and keep my feelings under wraps.  I had already been doing that for 15 years since they started dating at 16 years of age.

I knew that there was no chance for me; that Jolene would suddenly divorce Chris and run away with me.  I just needed to accept that fact and move on; let them find someone else to be their mediator or stay and work it out together.  Just leave me out of it.

I was jarred out of my thoughts by the side gate opening and Jolene calling, “Hope you got me a beer, Frank.”

“They are in the fridge,” I told her. “I am not your servant,”

Jolene snorted and asked, “You need one?”

“Nope,” I told her holding up my cup of coffee that I had just fixed.  “It is only eleven in the morning.  Too early for beer,”

“Not for me,” she answered as she went into the kitchen.  She came out a few minutes later, holding a beer in one hand and guzzling another.

I watched her drain the bottle and sit on the table between the lounge chairs before she sat down, guzzling half the other beer.  I knew it was bad because Jolene never guzzled beer like that.  I sipped my coffee, patiently waiting for her to talk. Suddenly she stood up, grabbed the bottles, and went back inside, reemerging a few minutes with another two opened beers.

“I owe you a case of beer,” she said sitting down, putting the full one on the table.  “Why the hell did I have to marry such a workaholic?  Why didn’t I marry you?  I don’t mean you don’t work Frank; I just mean that you are not a workaholic and that you take time for fun.  Chris and I have not taken a vacation in a couple of years.  And now, when we have a cruise booked, he suddenly decides we need to cancel it because of some damn big case at work.  He had the vacation scheduled.  He is not needed for the case but as par for the course, he chose work over me,” as she finished her third beer; all three in less than fifteen minutes.

I knew it would not be long before she would pass out because of how fast she was emptying the bottles and then I would have to carry her to the couch to let her sleep it off.  This was not the first time she had gotten drunk here, but it was the first time Jolene said that she wished she had married me.  I felt a ray of hope but then chided myself; I knew it was the beer talking.

“Give me that damn coffee,” Jolene said as she grabbed it from my hand, sloshing some on my leg before she put the cup on the table.

Before I could react, Jolene had straddled my thighs, leaning in to kiss me, her tongue demanding entrance.  I knew I shouldn’t but could not help putting my arms around her to steady her on my lap as I kissed her back, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouth.  We kissed for several minutes and then I broke it off, not wanting to take advantage of her drunkenness.

“Don’t you want me, Frank? I want you?” she asked trying to kiss me again.

“Yes, I want you.  I have since I became aware of the difference between boys and girls and knew about sex but you chose Chris and you are drunk so I am not taking advantage of you,”

Jolene scooted off my lap and went into the house after finishing her fourth beer.  I figured she was going in to sleep it off the couch so I sat there, picked up my cup, and finished my lukewarm coffee, instantly regretting being a gentleman and not taking what she offered me.

“I am not drunk now Frank so get up here and fuck me,” Jolene called down to me from my open bedroom window.

I got to my feet, looking up to see her standing in the window completely nude.  I knew I should ignore her and go for a walk, hoping she would go home and make it up with Chris but the devil in me made me put my cup on the table and head in the house and up to my bedroom.  When I walked into the bedroom, Jolene jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, kissing me hard.  I could tell by her kisses that she no longer tasted of beer but mint toothpaste and her body was slightly damp from a shower.

“Are you sure?  You want to have sex with me?  You are not drunk any longer?”

“I have a buzz but know what I am doing,” Jolene assured me before kissing me again.

Gripping her butt I carried her over to the bed and stood her beside it.  Her hands grabbed the hem of my tee-shirt and started pulling it up.  I grabbed it and finished yanking it over my head while she pushed my shorts and underwear down, dropping to her knees to take my semi-hard rod into her mouth.  Holding me in her hands, Jolene began to swirl her tongue around the head and down the backside while she stroked me.  I grabbed handfuls of her hair and began to pump in and out of her mouth as I moaned.

I could feel my balls tightening and not wanting to cum too soon, I gently pulled myself from her mouth.  I helped Jolene to her feet, scooped her up in my arms, and deposited her in the middle of the bed.  I spread her legs, swiping my tongue up and down her slit as I slid three fingers in and out, curving them to reach her G-spot.  Jolene gave out a little squeal, raising her butt off the bed, trying to push herself closer to my mouth.

I continued to lick and suck on her lips while working my fingers in and out, enjoying hearing her moan.  Taking her to the edge my tongue swiped across her engorged clit, almost sending her off the bed as she gave out a loud squeal, her juices covering my face.  I continued to lick and suck on her clit pushing her close and closer to her orgasm.

“Oh Frank,” she yelled as she grabbed handfuls of the sheet in her fists, her entire body tensing, her pussy feeling as if it was on fire.  “I am cummmmmmmm…,” as she tumbled over the edge, her entire body twitching and turning, her juices squirting out as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her body until she felt like a limp dishrag, her entire body collapsing in a heap on the bed.

I finished licking up her juices and then raised my head, a big smile on his face.  “You taste so good.”  Crawling up the bed I lay down beside her and pulled her into my arms, kissing her, our tongues tangling, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue.

I turned on my side and opened the nightstand drawer and took out a condom. I quickly covered my cock and tugged at her arm, indicating I want her to climb on top.  Jolene quickly got the hint and move around until she was straddling me, my cock nudging between her lips.  Leaning forward, bracing herself on either side with the palms of her hands, the tip of her tongue running over my lips before she nipped my bottom lip.  Her pussy rubbed over the head of my cock causing it to harden more.

Very slowly she sunk down on me inch by inch. I wanted so much to just grab her by the hips and impale her on my cock but forced myself to let her take the lead. I knew this was a one-time thing so I wanted to make the best of it.  I knew I should feel guilty but I didn’t.  I was not the one who made the first move; I refused her at first because she was drunk but now she is not.  I decided that I would deal with these mixed-up feelings later.  For now, I was going to enjoy her body to the fullest for real and not just in my dream.

I felt her lips latch onto my nipple, tugging hard, her tongue running over the tip.  I let out a loud moan as tingles flooded my body.  As Jolene sat up, I felt my cock slipping deeper inside of her. Halfway inside, I felt her stop, her muscles squeezing, relaxing, and squeezing again.  The feeling was so erotic I could feel pre-cum running down my cock inside the condom.

“Woman, you are killing me,” I moaned as I reached for her hips to push her down on me.  I needed to be inside her now. I needed my relief.

Laughing, she smacked at my hands and said, “Patience; all good things come to those who wait,” as she lowered herself a little more before she pushed back up until just the head of my cock was inside her. Bracing herself on her knees she bounced up and down on my cock before she suddenly sat down, my cock sinking deep inside of her.

We both moaned at the same time as Jolene began to slowly move up and down, squeezing me tight.  I reached down and began to stroke her clit, causing her to shiver.  Jolene began to slowly increase her speed, our breathing starting to become deeper.  I reached out, grabbed her by hips, and flipped her over on her back. I put her legs over my shoulders and pushed back inside as deep and hard as I could, almost folding her in half as I fucked her hard.

“Oh yes!  Harder!  Harder!” she screamed.

Soon our bodies were covered in sweat, our breathing deep and heavy as we raced for the finish line.  I felt her body tense, her muscles tightening on my cock as she let out a primal scream as she came hard.  I soon followed her, streams of cum filling the condom so much I was afraid it was going to run out the bottom.

Her legs slipped off my shoulders, her legs splayed as she gulped in a deep lungful of air.  I collapsed on top of her momentarily as I kissed her lightly before rolling off to the side, lying on my back.  I reached down and slowly peeled off the condom, some of my cum still sticking to my cock.  As I moved to get up after dropping it in the trashcan beside the nightstand, I felt a hand on my bicep.

“Lie back, let me clean you up,” a sultry voice purred.

I figured that she wanted to clean up herself so I laid back, my arms folded under my head, waiting for her to crawl out of bed and go to the en suite bathroom and get a warm washcloth to wipe me off.  To my surprise, when I felt the bed shift under her weight, I looked over at Jolene, watching as she did not crawl out of bed like I expected her to but instead was turning around toward my cock.

Jolene pushed my legs apart and settled herself between them. Pushing her hair over her shoulder she bent down and wrapped her lips around my semi-hard erection, her tongue licking the cum from it.  As Jolene bent over my cock, her hair fell forward, brushing against me, sending a shiver up my spine. I knew my body; I knew it would take at least an hour for it to respond to any sexual stimuli so I was prepared to just lay there for a bit enjoying what she was doing.

Suddenly my eyes flew open as I realized that instead of being dormant it was rising to the occasion due to her administrations with her mouth and tongue.  I let out a loud moan as waves of pleasure shot up and down my spine.

“Wow, you sure have a magical tongue,” I whispered as I reached down to run my fingers through her messy hair, thinking what a lucky man Chris had been all these past years.

In response to my remark, I felt her lips tighten around my cock, and then she raised her head, pulling the skin on my cock taut, the tip of her tongue swirling around the head.  The pleasure was so intense that I thought I had died and gone to heaven.  All I could do was lay there and moan.  Slowly she released the tension on my cock, letting it fall out of her mouth onto my public area.  Jolene sat back on her heels beside me, reaching down to lightly scratch my cock with her nails.

Damn, this is awesome.  I could sure enjoy having this woman in my bed all the time.  What in the hell is wrong with Chris; choosing work over her?  He needed to have his head examined. I would love to tell him what a gem of a wife he has but then that might raise questions I cannot answer.

I felt her moving beside me and then she was lying on top of me, my semi-hard-on trapped between our bodies against her wet pussy.   I put my hands on each side of her face, holding her head as I brought her down to kiss her lightly at first, slowly deepening the kiss.  As we kissed, I could feel her wetness rubbing against my cock, making it harder with each movement of her body.

Jolene braced herself on either side of me so I let go of her and moved my hand until I was cupping her breasts in my hands, my thumbs gliding lightly over her nipples, turning them into hard pebbles. I could feel her moan against my lips. I got her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling.  She began to move her lower body, pressing herself hard against me.

Damn, that feels so good, I thought as I pinched her nipples a little harder.  She pulled her lips from mine, giving out a little gasp but I was not sure if it was from pleasure or pain.  Jolene maneuvered her body where she could keep me trapped against her wet pussy but at the same time, she was able to offer me her breasts to suck on.  I latched onto a nipple, my tongue flicking over the tip before I sucked hard, and then I did the other one.  I continued alternating between them using my fingers and mouth.  After several minutes I felt ready to explode with the way she kept rubbing herself against me.

“On your knees,” I commanded.

Jolene quickly got into position, her legs slightly spread, and her butt in the air.  I grabbed another condom and worked it on my shaft.  I positioned myself behind Jolene, reaching down to run my fingers up and down her slit, rubbing her juices on my shaft before slowly sliding it inside.

“That feels so good Frank,” Jolene purred, her upper body relaxing.

I grabbed her hips, slowly moving in and out, building up to the ultimate goal of orgasmic bliss for both of us.  I wanted to make this one memorable because I knew that soon Jolene would go back to Chris as she always did.  Will she be able to live with the guilt?  Will she tell Chris and ruin all of our friendships?  Will Chris forgive me and her?  Will I be able to look Chris in the eye and not feel guilty?

I shook my head, trying to shake all the questions from mind away and just enjoy the woman I had in my bed and wanted there for many years.  I increased my speed, pushing into her as deep as I could until I felt her clench around my cock, her body tensed and then went limp.  I soon followed with my release.

I pulled out and disposed of the condom while Jolene laid there, quiet.  Suddenly she sat up and said, “I need to go,” and quickly got off the bed and grabbed her clothes from where she had left them on the chair.  Once dressed, she gave me a quick kiss, and soon I heard the back door slam, leaving me lying there wondering what was going to happen next. No matter what, it was an experience I would soon not forget.