Jim’s hard cock slid into my pussy, and I sighed with satisfaction. I hadn’t planned to do him, but when the opportunity was handed to me — literally like a Christmas present — I couldn’t say no.

You see, Jim is my husband’s friend. While there’s the “bro code” and all, Max doesn’t mind if I occasionally get a little side action — especially if he’s allowed to watch.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Max and Jim met in college. While both played football, Max went on to teach science and Jim became a high school coach. Brains and brawn. They both have their attributes. I don’t have to worry about Jim going on about the latest genetic mutation discovery, and Max knows me better than anyone.

Our holiday party was a small gathering of close friends. During dinner, Jim sat next to me, and I felt the warmth of his leg as he pressed it against mine. A few times, he flirtatiously touched my knee. Once everyone else left for the evening, Jim offered to help me clean up and Max played coy by flipping on some sports highlights. But I knew television was the last thing he was interested in watching.

There’d always been plenty of heat between me and Jim, and that night, I made sure to dress with access in mind. A long, flowing skirt over red thong undies and a low-cut shirt.

As the night wore on, I sensed our simmering attraction might finally boil over that very evening, and I was right.

As I soaped up the dishes, Jim barely brushed against my backside. I purposely nudged myself backward, crashing into his obvious hard-on.

“Can I handle any of that for you?” he asked.

“You can handle anything you’d like,” I purred.

Jim instantly got the hint.

He reached around and palmed one of my breasts. I pushed against his hand as I ground my ass against his cock. A bowl slipped out of my fingers, clattering loudly in the sink. Fortunately, it didn’t break, but it sure made a racket.

“Everything all right in there?” my husband casually called out.

Jim froze, and I replied. “Fine, just fine. Everything’s being handled.”

“You need to be more careful, unless you want him to come and investigate,” Jim whispered nervously into my ear.

He had no idea. If he’d slipped his fingers into me at that moment, he might have thought he had magic hands, but in reality I was all charged up to give Max a show.

“Then we better hurry,” I replied.

I shut the faucet and turned toward him, cupping my hands over the large bulge in his jeans.

“Whoops. Might have left a wet spot.”

Without another word, he took my mouth, entwining his hand through my hair, and holding me close as we kissed. He sucked the moan from my lips. God how I wanted him inside me.

He pushed my dress up, revealing my skimpy undies. My red leather heels matched my thong.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered, grabbing my ass. His fingers dug into the flesh of my cheeks. “And you don’t need these for fucking.” He yanked down my undies and shoved them into his pocket.

“Up,” he ordered, placing his hands on my hips and boosting me onto the countertop.

Jim settled between my legs, running his fingers along my thighs.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a hushed tone. The cocky turn of his lips and a raised eyebrow were the only answers I got.

Those playful fingers parted my pussy lips and slipped inside me. Then he ran his thumb over my clit. He pressed in closer, and he kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth in rhythm to his fingers moving inside my body. I nibbled on his lower lip, taking it between my teeth and biting lightly before running my tongue along the same spot.

My back arched, my body begging for more. Pressure built inside me, and I brought my legs around his waist, trying to make my wishes known. I wanted him to stop playing around.

He broke contact with my mouth and muttered, “So greedy.”

A rustling came from the living room, followed by the sound of a few footsteps. Max called out, “Need any help?”

“Shit,” Jim muttered, attempting to step back. But I grabbed hold of his belt buckle and cupped his crotch. He wasn’t going anywhere.

My pulse picked up as I replied, “Everything’s fine. We’re just about ready to finish in here.”

I rubbed Jim’s bulge until I heard Max settle back into his chair.

My husband couldn’t get a good view of us from where Jim had placed me, and if I wanted to finish the evening right, I’d have to fix that. 

“That was close,” Jim whispered.

“Uh-huh.”

If he only knew. I brought his hand back to my cunt, encouraging him to get back to business.

Max had one rule to my side benefits: No secrets.

He knew about my attraction to Jim, and he knew I’d act on it the first time I had an opportunity. He had told me how he’d hoped we’d finally cross the line that night.

I nudged Jim back and slid off the counter. Then I dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. I made sure we were shifted to the side to offer a better view of the action from the living room. If Max glanced up, he’d see us.

Had he caught my hints to him? Would he look our way to watch? Did he have his hand down his khakis, stroking his shaft as I sucked off his buddy?

If I knew my husband … yes, yes and undoubtedly yes.

With my fist wrapped around the base of Jim’s meat and my lips surrounding his shaft, I felt his cock pulse with excitement. My own arousal was skyrocketing as I imagined my husband taking in the sight of us.

“Glory. You give good head,” Jim said in a hot whisper.

He ran his fingers along the V-neck of my shirt and dipped into my bra to pinch my nipple: once, twice, three times. Heat burst between my legs, and my clit pulsed in response.

Slowly, I swirled my tongue along the head of his cock. Then he pulled out of my mouth completely with a pop. I stood and bent over the counter.

As he hiked up my skirt, I felt a cool breeze on my bare ass.

He fingered me from behind, and a burst of pleasure spasmed through my pussy.

“Someone’s a naughty girl,” he said, delivering a soft swat to my ass.

I could tell he really wanted to lay into me, but he was still keenly aware of my husband’s presence in the very next room.

I was, too, and as I thought about Max watching us surreptitiously, my pussy flowed like a river.

“Just do it already,” I hissed between my teeth.

In response, the head of Jim’s cock pushed against my entrance, and he speared me with one deep thrust.

He filled and stretched me, and it took a great effort to stifle my cries. Though I did let one slip, and Jim shushed me, not knowing I made the sound just for the benefit of my husband.

“You’re so damn juicy,” Jim said before sucking on my neck.

He jackhammered his hips, pummeling me with his cock harder and faster. He reached around to rub my clit, never stopping the screwing.

“You love getting fucked while knowing he’s right in the other room, don’t you? Knowing that at any minute he might walk in here.” His breath hitched, and I knew he was close to coming. He liked it, too. Even though he had no idea that Max would be thrilled if he came in and “caught” us.

It was at that moment I turned my head and caught sight of my reflection in the dining room mirror. I saw my breasts, flushed and bouncing with the force of Jim’s thrusts. My blonde hair was in disarray, my forearms braced against the counter.

If my husband wasn’t watching us directly, I knew he was taking in the sight of us in that mirror.

Still, the fucking continued. But it was like time sharpened and stretched out somehow.

Max was watching. He knew what we were doing. I felt it in my bones, and the notion made me even more excited.

That moment of awareness always heightens the intensity for me. It pushes me closer to climax. I can’t hide what’s going to happen, nor do I want to.

“I’m going to fill you up with my come, and then you’re going to sleep with him,” Jim said in a hoarse whisper as he pummeled my pussy.

Little did Jim know, Max loves to see me getting fucked by someone else. Then he loves to screw me while I’m still full of the other man’s cream. It turns him on in a big way, and I don’t mind because I get plenty of benefits from our unusual arrangement.

Once we were honest with each other about our needs, it opened up a whole new world of debauchery for us — and there was no turning back.

But back to my encounter with Jim.

He slammed his hips into me, shoving his shaft in as deep as it could go — all the while flicking my clit repeatedly.

My muscles contracted, and I squeezed myself around his hard meat. The sensations were intense — too much but not enough, both at the same time. I struggled not to shut my eyes. I wanted Max to see my lustful gaze.

I imagined him watching me perched on the edge of a climax and mouthing the word “now” as he ordered me to come all over his friend’s prick.

That thought sent me over the edge. I slammed my ass back repeatedly, making Jim lose his mind — and his load. I felt him stiffen, and seconds later, his cock pulsed. He leaned over my back, breathing heavily, and pulled out. I felt our combined wetness dripping out of my snatch and down my thighs.

With legs trembling, I straightened my skirt. Jim closed his eyes as he tried to regain his composure, and that’s when I saw Max standing in the doorway. He had an obvious erection tenting his slacks, and he blew me a kiss before disappearing.

I could tell from the excitement in his eyes that Max couldn’t wait to fuck me himself. So I urged Jim to tidy up and head home.

“We don’t want Max to get suspicious, do we?”

“Of course not,” Jim said in a hush.

He took off, calling out a goodbye to Max, who had disappeared into our bedroom.

After showing Jim to the door, I found my naked husband with an impressive erection and climbed aboard his cock for the perfect ending to the perfect night.