Robin and her husband Sam moved down the street nine years ago.

Al and I met them at a neighborhood barbecue within a few weeks of their arrival.Robin and I quickly became friends, and I soon found myself talking to her about things that I’d only ever discussed with my husband. She felt more like a sister than a friend. The one topic we rarely discussed was sex. We skirted the issue until last winter. We were sitting by the fireplace sipping wine while our husbands were out hunting when Robin mentioned that she’d recently cheated on Sam. I almost choked when she announced that she’d had a fling while her husband was away on a business trip. I didn’t want to ask her to give me details, but she told me all about her hookup with a coworker.

Four months after Robin told me about her affair, she dropped another bombshell: she hadn’t used birth control since she got married because Sam had had a vasectomy, but she was pregnant with her coworker’s child. It wasn’t long before she and Sam got a divorce. While she married her coworker and moved away, Sam hung out at our place feeling sorry for himself.

Sam became quite a fan of my tight ass and firm, 34C breasts, and being the cocktease I am, I definitely enjoyed dressing up and showing off my assets when he was around.

One night after Sam had been hanging around for a few weeks, Al and I were making love when he whispered, “Don’t you think it’s time you quit teasing Sam?” I tried playing dumb, but he continued. “We both know you’ve been teasing the poor fucker ever since we met him,” he said. “You’re giving him blue balls.”

I admitted that I enjoyed seeing Sam leave the room when his cock started getting hard, but that was all. My husband didn’t believe me, even though he said, “Since he’s our close friend I wouldn’t mind sharing you him even though he has one of the largest cocks I’ve ever seen. I’ve only seen it limp, but it hangs down a good seven inches and is about pretty thick.”

These words sent me reeling into orgasm, which assured my husband I had hot pants for Sam and I couldn’t deny it. I didn’t know it but my husband already had something planned for the next weekend. He told me all about it while he fucked me.

I left work at noon Friday as usual, went home to pack up for the weekend and was showered and ready to go by 3:00 p.m. Sam showed up at 3:15 p.m., around when Al got home, but Al didn’t show up. Instead he called to say he’d had an emergency at work that would take him several hours to clear up. He talked to me first, then to Sam, and told us that Sam and I should put our things into Sam’s truck. We told him we would wait, but he insisted that we go on up so we left 15 minutes later.

Sam’s only off color remark on the way up was how he’d always wanted to get me off in the woods alone for a weekend. I just said, “In your dreams, buster.” I knew my husband would call me later saying he couldn’t get the machine up and running as planned and he’d be too tired to drive up if he did get it going. He was giving his friend an opportunity to hit on his wife.

Sam brushed up against me every chance he had as we carried things in and helped me put everything away. We sat out on the front porch and talked while enjoying several strong drinks for a couple of hours before he ran down the road to pick up a pizza. We ate and found a movie to watch while we waited for Al.

I went to the bathroom at eight when Al was supposed to call and sure enough the phone rang just as I sat down to pee. Al told Sam he wouldn’t be up until sometime the next day because he had to order a part. They talked until I was finished and returned to talk to him. Al asked if Sam had tried anything yet, and I told him I thought we should come back that evening. He said, “No honey, I know you’ve had a few drinks by now. You two stay and I’ll call you in the morning.”

Sam had changed channels and found a movie I’d seen before that had numerous erotic scenes in it. I’d said I’d never seen it and sat on the sofa. Thirty minutes later I was starting to feel the effects of the movie. My panties were damp from watching love scenes as well as thinking about what might be about to happen.

Sam got up and turned the lights down low, then sat beside me and took my hand in his. He said, “You’re a very close friend, Kim, and I’d never do anything to hurt you, but I have wanted to be with you for years. I just want to be up front with you, but I respect you and Al so I’ll go to my room right now if you tell me to, but if you let me stay I’ll do all I can to get you into bed tonight. I don’t want to cause trouble between you and Al, so it’s your decision, plain and simple.”

I looked into his eyes and thanked him for being honest with me. “I have to tell you,” I said, “that Al planned this evening for us. He’s willing to share me with you, and I’ve wanted the same thing for a very long time. So I guess you have your answer.”

He hugged me and gave me a very tender kiss, which I eagerly returned. We stayed like that for a minute, enjoying the moment, and then I reached out a hand and led him to the master bedroom. I watched as he quickly disrobed down to his boxers, then faced me as he lowered them. His cock was only half-hard, but he was already absolutely huge. I couldn’t help but reach out and try to circle his shaft with my hand, but it surged to life at that moment, and my fingers practically couldn’t wrap all the way around it. Instead, I stroked his length until he told me to stop before I made him come.

While he cooled down, I turned down the bed and announced that his “present was ready to unwrap.” He was shaking like a schoolboy when he removed my blouse and shorts. Then he kissed me as he fumbled with the hooks of my bra. It took him a minute before he finally released it and slid it down off my arms. When my breasts were bared, he cupped each one and told me how beautiful they were. Next, he knelt to lower my panties and feast his eyes on the soft, curly bush that serves as the final barrier to my most intimate area.

He stared at my pussy for a full minute before looking up and telling me that my pussy was even more wonderful in person than it had been in his dreams. He asked me to lay back on the bed then, and he moved in to more closely examine my slit. Then he began to pleasure me. Sam had quite the talented tongue, and when he leaned in to begin licking my pussy, I knew that he’d had some practice. He gave fantastic head, and he brought me to two quick orgasms in a very short time.

The tremors of pleasure were still rippling through my body when I saw Sam’s body suddenly looming over mine. I instinctively raised my knees, providing a soft cradle between my thighs for him to rest in as he located my entrance and began easing the large head of his cock into my slippery tunnel. He moved slowly, sinking about six inches into my snug hole and then carefully easing a little more in with each stroke. It took him a little while, but eventually I felt his nuts nudging against my backdoor and realized he’d gotten all eight inches of cock into me. I hadn’t been stretched that much in years, and it felt wonderful.

When I felt ready to begin, I thrust my hips up at him and he started to fuck me gently, thrusting in and out and stimulating just about every nerve in my pussy.

Our first coupling was over in about two minutes, when Sam groaned and I felt his cock throbbing as it released its creamy cargo deep inside my body. Considering his age, I guess, he recovered quickly, and after we’d rested for a few minutes, we fucked again, and I had my own delicious orgasm before he unloaded another helping of come into my pussy.

I fell asleep curled under his arm, and I was delighted when he woke me up in the middle of the night for one more sleepy-eyed fuck.

We had a great weekend together, screwing frequently until we returned home Sunday evening, just in time for dinner. Then Sam and my husband shared a few odd moments before they broke the ice by talking about me.

Sam and I ended up having an open affair for several years before he moved out of town to be closer to his aging parents. Al and I both missed him and the excitement he added to our marriage, but he returns occasionally for visits, and we naturally do the wild thing, recalibrating my pussy each time he’s here.