My husband Jerry and I had been friends with Sam and his wife Joan for about six years, since Sam began working at Jerry’s company.

The four of us saw a lot of each other, going to each other’s house for dinner and sometimes taking vacations together. About a year ago, however, Sam and Joan were divorced, and for about six months after that Sam became a rather reclusive person, hiding from the world, and we saw very little of him during that time.

That summer Jerry and I rented a small beach house at the shore, and Jerry suggested we invite Sam to stay with us for a weekend, hoping to cheer him up a bit — a suggestion with which I eagerly agreed. The fact was that I had always had kind of a secret thing for Sam, and I was more than happy at the prospect of seeing him again.

Jerry called Sam with the invitation, and later reported to me that Sam had been hesitant at first, but that when Jerry told him that I really wanted him to come too, he seemed to perk up considerably, and finally agreed. This made me very excited, and I felt my pussy clench at the thought of Sam might return my feelings, and even that something might happen between us. I would have to clear that with Jerry, of course, but I was pretty sure he would encourage me to go for it.

As we got ready for bed on our first night at the beach house, Jerry asked me to dress as if I were going to bed with Sam. When I asked him why, he said he wanted to see how sexy I would look. He was lying naked on the bed, and I could see his cock growing in anticipation. I disappeared into our walk-in closet and emerged in a skimpy black G-string, a transparent black bra and a flimsy teddy. Jerry’s dick was now rigid, standing straight as a flagpole. I went over to the bed and slipped in between his legs.

“Imagine I’m Sam,” Jerry whispered, and I heard myself give a little moan as I bent down, slipped his cock into my mouth and began a slow, tender blowjob. My fingers found their way to my wet pussy and began to flick my clit. I was so hot that it wasn’t long before I had brought myself to orgasm. My moans around his cock brought Jerry to the edge; I could feel his dick beginning to pulse. I picked up my pace, and a few moments later he cried out and launched a torrent of come down my throat. I kept his dick in my mouth even after he stopped coming, licking and sucking on it until it was hard again, which didn’t take long. “I want you to fuck me, Sam,” I said to my husband. “I need you inside me now.” Jerry quickly slipped my teddy off, then slipped my thong to one side and began to finger my pussy. “God, you’re so wet!” he breathed. “You’re really hot to fuck Sam, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Sam,” I panted. “Please fuck me now.” I reached down for his cock and guided it to my slit, rubbing the head of it up and down, lubricating it for entry.

Then I straddled him and slowly sank down on his cock. “Oh God, Sam, I feel you inside me!” I moaned. “Oh, I’ve waited so long for this moment!”

Jerry was in heaven “Fuck him now, baby!” he cried out. “Fuck Sam. Fuck him hard!”

Once Jerry was fully inside me, I began to slide my hips back and forth, letting his dick slide almost all the way out of me before taking it all back again. “My husband is watching us, Sam,” I panted out. “Fuck me while he watches.”

Jerry gave a cry and arched his back, driving himself deeper inside me. I was on fire with this charade, and so carried away that I could actually almost believe it was indeed Sam’s cock I was riding. “Oh God, I’m coming!” I wailed, as another intense climax flooded over me.

“Come with me, Sam, shoot your come in me now!” I sank all the way down on my husband’s cock, my pussy muscles contracting like crazy. “Give it to me, Sam!” I shouted, and Jerry exploded again, shooting stream after stream of come deep inside me. It was the one of the most intense lovemaking sessions we had ever had.

“Wow!” Jerry whispered, when he could speak again. “We definitely need to find a way for you to fuck Sam for real.” And I couldn’t have agreed with him more.

Sam arrived at the beach house a couple of days later, early on a Friday evening. I was wearing a brief bikini top, along with a short white skirt and no panties. I was encouraged by the fact that Sam couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off my breasts. Jerry noticed that too, because as soon as Sam left the room to go change clothes, he asked me if I had noticed the bulge in his pants. Indeed I had, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Jerry also said that Sam had confided to him that he’d had almost no sex at all since his divorce, six months before.

When Sam came back, in a casual T-shirt and shorts, we had a couple of drinks and then sat down to dinner, most of which I had prepared beforehand. Afterwards we settled down in the living room with more drinks, chatting and reminiscing. I knew that both Jerry and I — and perhaps Sam too — had only one thing uppermost in our minds, but it was obvious that I would have to make the first move.

Around eleven o’clock Jerry started acting real tired, and eventually said he was going to bed. Now this was just a one-bedroom beach house, so we had planned for Sam to sleep on the sofa. I said I wasn’t really tired and wanted to stay up a little longer, and I asked Sam if that was all right, since it meant he couldn’t go to bed yet either. Sam said he wasn’t at all tired, and would love to have my company for a while longer.

Jerry then winked at me so Sam couldn’t see, and asked me where his sleeping pills were. I gave him an answer — even though there weren’t really any sleeping pills — and as he left the room I very nonchalantly told Sam that Jerry had been having trouble sleeping through the night lately, that his doctor had prescribed some sleeping pills for him, and that once he’d taken one, nothing would awaken him until morning. I got up then and fixed us fresh drinks, and then sat down close to Sam on the sofa, close enough so that our thighs were touching. I leaned back on the sofa, letting my body sag partially against Sam’s shoulder, knowing that I was giving him a perfect view down my bikini top. I could see him sneaking repeated glances, and I hunched my shoulders to give him a view of my stiffly erect nipples.

We stayed like that for a while, talking some more, and after a few minutes I put my legs up on the coffee table, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs as I did so. It slid up so high that my pussy was peeking out, but I did noting to cover up.

There was no way Sam didn’t notice; I saw him looking, but he just sipped at his drink and said nothing.

All right, I thought, if he wasn’t about to act on the blatant hints I was offering him, I would have to take stronger measures. I suddenly changed the topic of conversation. “So how are you doing these days, Sam?” I asked him, looking into his eyes. “How has your sex life been since your divorce?”

He looked slightly startled, but didn’t try to avoid my gaze. “I think you probably know the answer to that one, Kate,” he said slowly. “My sex life is less than stellar these days.”

At that point I half turned to face him, and placed a hand on his bare leg below his shorts. I knew he could feel my tit pressing against his arm, and I could see the bulge in his crotch as I said, kind of jokingly, that what he needed was to find himself a fuck buddy. He laughed a little at that, and then nodded, saying that he agreed with me completely, but it wasn’t like fuck buddies just grew on trees or fell into your lap. Well that was my cue if I ever heard one. “You know, Sam,” I told him, “sometimes you don’t have to look very far. Sometimes what you’re looking for might be right there in your lap already.” Obviously both of us now understood that we weren’t talking theoretically anymore. Sam took a deep breath then, and paused before he spoke again. When he did, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“Believe me, Kate, you have no idea how much I’d love for that to happen,” he told me. “But Jerry is my best friend, and you are his wife.” I slid my hand even further up his bare thigh, toward the large bulge that seemed to be growing larger by the minute.

Leaning even closer to him, I whispered back, “But Jerry won’t mind, Sam. Why do you think he took those sleeping pills to knock him out? I assure you, we have his permission and his blessing.”

As Sam just stared at me, I told him that I knew he liked me in more than just a friendly way, and added that I had felt the same about him for a long time. By then my hand had made its way inside the leg of his shorts, and when his breathing became ragged I knew we were on our way.

My fingers found the head of his cock inside his shorts and started to rub it. Soon precome was flowing freely from the tip and oozing down the length of him. I began massaging his cockhead with my palm while running my thumb along the ridge of his helmet. As his breath came faster I began to work my hand up and down his shaft. His precome was a perfect lubricant, and my hand slid easily up and down his considerable length, although his cock was so thick I could barely get my fingers around it. Sam let his head fall back against the couch. “Oh, Kate,” he moaned. “I’ve been so hard for you ever since I got here.”

I leaned in even closer and kissed him on the mouth. He accepted the kiss passively as my tongue slid into his mouth, but after a few seconds I felt his own tongue come to life and tangle with mine. It was a long kiss, filled with pent-up passion, and as it went on I began to stroke his cock in earnest, wanting to make him come in my hands. Sam began to move in sync with my strokes, essentially fucking my hand, which was exactly what I wanted. But when he felt himself getting close he tried to move my hand away. “I want to make you come,” I told him. “Relax and let me bring you off.”

His hand moved away, but after a minute I needed to do more. I moved my other hand to the zipper of his shorts, quickly opening them and pulling out his hard cock. Then, with a moan, I leaned over him and took the large swollen head into my mouth. Sam gasped sharply and put his hand on my head, holding my face against his groin. I then began sliding my mouth up and down his huge pole as he groaned loudly and called out my name.

He was already on the brink, and I sucked him harder as his hips came up off the couch, his hand pressing down hard on my head. I continued sliding my mouth up and down his thick hard shaft, taking it as deeply as I could, until he erupted, flooding my mouth with thick hot come. I actually had to struggle to finish sucking him off, and to swallow it all down. Even after Sam’s orgasm subsided, he continued to breathe heavily, but that huge cock was as hard as ever, and I decided to take advantage of it. Letting his still pulsing dick slip from my mouth, I quickly mounted him, pulling my short skirt up so that he could see my pussy. I felt his hands grab hold of my ass cheeks as I slowly began to lower myself onto his pole. The sensation was incredible. I had never had anything fill me as full as his dick did as it slowly slid inside me. I moaned loudly as Sam began to thrust his hips upward, driving forcefully into my body. I was so aroused by his probing dick, as well as by the thrill of finally having Sam inside me, that I slipped into what felt like one continuous ongoing orgasm. Waves of pleasure kept washing over me, and I couldn’t stop coming.

I arched my back repeatedly in the throes of climax, screaming out in pleasure. Sam took this opportunity to untie the top of my bikini and free my tits. I leaned forward so that he could taste them, and the feeling of his teeth on my nipples sent me into another zone of ecstasy, until I truly felt that I couldn’t breathe.

My legs were shaking uncontrollably, and I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs as I continued to come. As he was fucking me, Sam kept telling me over and over how incredibly tight and hot my pussy was. With each new climax I could feel my pussy muscles contracting around his dick, as though they were literally trying to suck the come out of him. I couldn’t believe his stamina as our fucking went on and on. But then suddenly his hips rose to lift both of us off that sofa as his cock speared me more deeply than ever. I felt him swell inside me and heard him give a shout that would have awakened anybody within five miles, sleeping pills or no, as he pumped out another load of thick hot semen.

With that I almost passed out as all my previous climaxes seemed to converge in one final unbelievable explosion of ecstasy. It was certainly one of the longest and hardest orgasms I’ve ever had. When Sam’s cock finally softened and slipped out of me. I looked down at my body. I was a complete mess, hot and sweaty, with come dripping from my pussy, streaks of it decorating my thighs. But I had an idea that my husband would enjoy seeing me this way. Still breathless, I kissed Sam good night and went in to join him.

Sure enough, Jerry was waiting, wide awake and with his hard cock in his hand. My pussy was kind of swollen and sore at that point, so I asked him if he’d like to stick it in my butt. He brought me off three times that way, while telling me that he had snuck out to watch me and Sam through the open living room door. I was not particularly surprised.

Twenty minutes later, with come in every hole, I drifted off to sleep, with the pleasant knowledge that Sam was going to be here for another two lovely glorious days.