Tommy could always get me to do anything. We’d been buds since grade school, two out-of-control boys raising hell and having fun. Tommy was better at things than I was; he got better grades and went out with prettier girls. He never held it over me, though, and I always admired him. And whenever he needed me, I’d help him out.

It figured he would marry someone as beautiful as Clarice. I remember the first time he brought her around. My eyes popped, and a wave of desire washed over me. I had to shift a little to hide my hard-on.

Clarice had a gorgeous face and a model’s body. She was warm, kind, smart and funny. What I didn’t know, and only found out later, was that she had a supercharged sex drive. Tommy had a well-earned reputation as a stud, but I learned even he couldn’t keep up with his wild wife.

I only learned that because he told me one night. But that happened a year after Tommy and Clarice got married.

I was best man and dutifully gave my speech, wishing the newlyweds my very best. I meant it. But by then I also had a deep, everlasting crush on Clarice. Mind you, I was no sad loser. I never lacked for a girlfriend or some random hookup whenever I was in the mood.

But Clarice held a special place in my thoughts — in my heart, even. Of course, I didn’t say anything to Tommy about it. Nor did I begrudge him his happy nuptials. He and Clarice were obviously great together. They got along; they were in love; they never fought.

So I went about my life, more or less contented. But one night Tommy rang me and invited me over. I went, glad to see him.

He offered me a beer, and we sat in the living room with a game on. But I noticed pretty quickly he wasn’t paying any attention to the TV. It wasn’t like Tommy to brood, but I was leery of asking him if anything was wrong.

Finally, though, after one too many strange silences from him, I set down my beer and asked, “You all right, man?”

I watched reactions silently fight themselves on his face. Plainly something was going on, and after a minute he snapped off the TV.

“It’s Clarice,” he sighed.

I blinked, suddenly looking around. At that moment, I realized she hadn’t come to say hi to me. Was she even in the house? I was on very good terms with her.

Worried, I asked, “Did something happen to her?”

Tommy shook his head and said, “Clarice is fine. She’s great. You think so, too, right?”

His words made me defensive. I was harboring my secret crush, after all.

“Well,” I began, letting my voice trail off.

He gave me a sharp look and quizzed me: “What? You don’t think she’s great?”

“Hell no! I mean — uh, I mean yes, she’s great,” I sputtered. I was getting myself tied in knots.

“She’s amazing in bed.”

This comment came as quite a shock. Even when we were younger, Tommy had never gone in for locker room talk. It certainly wasn’t like him to brag about his sex life with Clarice.

“I’m … happy for you,” I managed to say, even as I wondered what this conversation was about.

“Joe, buddy,” Tommy said cautiously. “I want to ask you a favor.”

This seemed safer territory, so I told him, “Name it. You know that, Tommy. Anything, anytime.”

After one last moment of hesitation, he said, “Clarice needs more than I can give her, all at once. We screw, and it’s fantastic. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had. She loves it, too. But she’s put together with her engine on permanent high rev, if you understand. I give her everything I’ve got, and she still wants more. I want her to be fully, finally satisfied. And I want you to help us out.”

I tried processing his remark. It was difficult to wrap my mind around it.

Tommy said, “I’m going to fuck Clarice. Then I want you to fuck her. She’s waiting right now in the bedroom.”

With that he got up and headed that way. In a daze, I found myself following him. Help out my best friend; help out my best friend’s wife. The thoughts echoed in my head, sounding unreal.

But then I was standing in the doorway of their bedroom, and there lay Clarice on the bed, naked and unbelievably lovely. My eyes roamed over her tits, her bare belly, her spread legs and the sweet gleaming stripe of her pussy.

Tommy was undressing. I’d seen him naked before, but this was different than a locker room situation. He was sporting a serious hard-on, and as he moved onto the bed I realized I was really going to stand there and watch my buddy fuck his wife.

He kissed his way up Clarice’s body. My cock swelled mightily in my jeans as Tommy paused with his face hovering over her pussy before finally swiping her with his tongue. I had a perfect view of the proceedings. He tongued her up and down, in and out. Clarice writhed on the bed. She was even more beautiful in her state of extreme arousal.

Tommy, his chin now wet, resumed kissing a trail up her gorgeous flesh. He paused again to nibble on her tits, which sent a further thrill into me. I’d dreamed of doing that to Clarice; her nips were as stiff and pink as I’d imagined.

When it came time to kiss Tommy’s mouth, she didn’t hesitate. She licked her own juice off his face, then they exchanged a tongue-dancing kiss. Finally, Tommy was in position. Clarice reached between them and guided his cock to her slick pussy. I watched him going in, inch by veiny inch. It was an incredible sight.

He started stroking into her. Tommy was like the perfect fuck-machine, I swear. Every muscle moved; he threw his whole body into it. Beneath him, Clarice thrashed. She grabbed at his shoulders and pumped her hips. Fascinated, I watched a climax consume her as she let out a howl, her wail expressing ultimate satisfaction.

But she wasn’t wholly satisfied. She plainly wanted more, and Tommy gave it to her, pounding away at her pussy. I wasn’t sure how long he’d been going at it, but sweat was streaming off him. Clarice came again and again. There was no pause for her in between, no basking in the orgasmic afterglow. She still craved more.

Tommy fucked and fucked her until finally he couldn’t hold back. Hell, who could at that point? He came with a cry, shooting his cream into her. His cock jerked loose, and a few final stray splatters rained down on Clarice’s writhing body. She eagerly cleaned the gobs of jizz off her stomach and tits and licked her fingers clean.

Tommy, meanwhile, rolled off his wife and staggered to his feet. He looked like he’d run a marathon.

“Your turn, Joe. Please do it. Please.”

I couldn’t let him down. I was in an erotic trance. Their electrifying display had fried all my circuits. I stripped, finally freeing my achingly hard cock. I went to the bed, where Clarice waited, still panting with lust.

The air was thick with the scent of sex. I was dimly aware of Tommy leaning against the wall, still breathing hard. But most of my senses were consumed with the woman lying before me. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to touch her everywhere.

I lay down by her, but suddenly I froze. This couldn’t be happening. This was a dream. But Clarice reached for me. She seized my face in her hands, and her mouth closed in on mine. Her kiss stunned me, and a hundred fantasies crashed in my head.

But I met her tongue with mine, responding to the sexual energy that flowed off her like crackling electricity. I flung myself against her, thrilled by the feel of her slick body. We frenched like crazy. She ground her mouth back and forth across mine.

I dropped a hand on one of her tits. It was as pert and firm as I’d always imagined. I tugged at her stiff nipple, and she moaned into my mouth. I tweaked her nub, then did the other one even harder. She mewled like a maddened animal.

Her hands groped me, feeling my pecs and my biceps before grabbing my ass. She closed her fingers around my cock and immediately started pumping me. I dipped my fingers into her gooey pussy, feeling Tommy’s spunk still warm inside her. I wasn’t squeamish about it. I fingered her silken interior and stroked her swollen clit. I wanted her to climax for me, and it didn’t take long.

Clarice was in a hyper-receptive state. Her pussy tightened on my digits, and she let loose with a cry of utter ecstasy. I kept up the stroking, coaxing yet another orgasm out of her. I’d never seen a woman come so easily, so fast, so repeatedly. I felt like a mad stud, and I hadn’t even put my cock in her yet!

But before long, the time had come for that. She was grunting and moving, maneuvering me on top of her. I scrambled up onto her, eager to drive my cock into her pussy. But I maintained a certain level of control. I wasn’t there just to get myself off. Tommy needed my help, and Clarice needed it, too. They had felt they could call on me, and I wouldn’t let them down.

She parted her pussy lips with her fingers. With her other hand, she guided my cockhead to her streaming entrance, just like she’d done with Tommy.

And just like Tommy, I stroked into her, sinking into her sloppy passage and driving myself to her deepest place. I gasped. The slick clasp of her pussy was amazing, but I owed her a serious fucking. So I checked my selfish urge to rush things and set out at a deliberate but satisfying pace.

I took up a steady tempo, and my body moved like a well-oiled machine. I stroked in and out, watching her tits jiggling from the force of my thrusts. I loomed above her and plowed her diligently. It was thrilling to see her orgasms moving in on her, one after the other, like weather events — carnal storms that wracked her again and again.

I lost track of how many times she climaxed. Sweat coated my body, and all of my muscles were straining. I was finally at my limit and couldn’t hold back any longer.

I hammered into her, and then my come went flying. Clarice went into a frenzy, climaxing in a fit. The last spurt of my spunk turned me inside out with pleasure as she went limp underneath me.

I sat up, breathless but filled with awe. Clarice’s eyelids fluttered as she allowed herself to be swept away by her exhaustion. Tommy came over to the bedside, and together we watched her fall asleep.