Janey is my best friend’s wife and I’ve known her for years, but she’s also someone I fantasize about — a lot.

After my divorce, she was someone I could talk to, and one day, when I’d had one too many beers, I confessed to her that I would love to fuck her. She laughed it off and said I was sexually frustrated, and I figured our friendship was safe.

The next weekend, her husband and I were supposed to meet some guys at a sports bar and watch the day’s football games. When I parked, Matt was still out in the parking lot. He said Janey had told him what I’d said. I thought he was going to kick my ass, but then he started laughing. “You jackass,” he said. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were so desperate to get laid?”

“She’s your wife! You expect me to tell you I want to fuck her?”

“And it’s better that you went behind my back and told her?”

Oh, right, I’m a dick. Shit. I couldn’t believe I’d screwed up a 15-year friendship. “Okay, take your best shot. I won’t even fight back.”

“You still don’t get it, do you? I’m not mad at you. I want you to go to my house and screw the hell out of my wife. Then, when I get home in a couple of hours, we’re going to fuck her together.”

I stared at him in shock for a minute, till he continued, “Janey has always said you were hot. I never thought she’d ever go through with it, but she likes to talk about you as if we’re going to have a threesome. Now that she knows you want her, she’s ready.”

It took a minute for that to sink in, and then I couldn’t get back in the car fast enough. As I pulled away, I heard Matt call out, “Use a condom, jackass! I will kick your ass if you knock her up.”

I laughed nervously, then headed to their house. When I got there, Janey immediately walked into my arms and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. With a smoldering look, she turned and walked down the hallway. I followed. She was now topless, and her hands were at the top of her jeans, starting to undo the button. I couldn’t stop myself. I went to her and kissed her again, letting my hands travel upward and cup her full breasts. I tried to pull down her pants, but she was too busy trying to get into mine. I couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

She succeeded in getting into my pants and kneeled down to take me into her mouth. The sight and sensation of this gorgeous woman sucking my dick was almost too much to take. She looked up at me as she sucked and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, quickly bringing me to the brink of ecstasy.

But I wasn’t ready to come just yet, so I pulled her up from the floor. I turned her toward the wall and kissed my way down to the small of her back. I pulled down her pants and thong, and then nibbled on the butt that has always been a major part of my fantasies. Finally, I got down to business and gave her long licks from her clit to her butt hole. Wanting to taste every inch, I explored her with my tongue, pushing it in and out of her pussy. I had a good grip on her hips, because when she came, I didn’t want to miss a single drop. Her body went rigid as she peaked, and she flooded my mouth with the sweetest nectar I’d ever tasted.

With her still braced against the wall, I stood up, put on a rubber, and entered her. I took my time, making her moan in pleasure, then I began giving her deep, hard thrusts. We found a rhythm and she pushed back against me, urging me to go faster. After a few minutes, she sensed my orgasm approaching. Looking at me over her shoulder, she said, “I want you to finish in my mouth.”

She turned around, dropped to her knees, pulled off the condom, and sucked me into her mouth. Her deep-throating sped things up, and she swallowed every single drop. Then she smiled up at me and said, “Now let’s go to bed. I have a few ideas for how we can entertain ourselves till Matt gets back.”