My Husbands Best Friend

Marco Settles An Old Score

Marco was only supposed to stay a couple of weeks; he was a friend of Mike’s from his old school days. He was French, and would come over every now and then to see mike, or Mike would go to France. Marco was fairly well off and didn’t need to work, unlike Mike and i, who still had to make a living. We would both go off to work and leave him to his own devices during the week, getting together on the weekends and evenings.

Marco was a fairly handsome man, tall, dark hair and brown eyes with a golden tan, got from the many hours spent sunbathing back home. He was not shy to say the least and would always be wandering around the house in a semi naked state, wearing just loose shorts or something casual.

He had a fine athletic build for a man in his late forties with defined muscles, the body an athlete might have. He did run every morning before breakfast, then once home, he would shower and join us for breakfast.

Now i had never really thought of him in a sexual way before, as he was always a bit of a flirt with the girls, with his accent and good looks, but on this particular morning something happened.

It was Saturday and Mike had gone in early to finish a job leaving me to do the housework. Marco had been on his run and had come into the kitchen wearing just his towel after his shower.

It was a small towel and came just above his knees, he was still damp and the water was trickling down his chest and over his six pack, i followed it with my eyes as it trickled down to the top of the towel, sitting on his hips just above the line of his pubes.

He had that lovely “V” shape to his pelvis; i felt a sudden twinge in my pussy as i studied his body. It felt wrong lusting him as we had known each other a while, I turned and carried on with the breakfast.

I was only wearing a light cotton robe myself that finished mid thigh, i was completely naked underneath, it was white and clung to my pert firm breasts. You could make out my nipples as they pressed against the cloth; it was what i always wore Saturday mornings as i was normally home alone.

Here i was only a few feet from quite a handsome man, I was normally dressed when he came down for breakfast ,and felt slightly vulnerable as he sat at the table behind me.

The fact I had nothing on under my robe made me slightly self conscious, i could feel my chest starting to go red and my heart beat faster.

I didn’t know what to do. Should i excuse myself and go and change, or just act normal? What if he had caught me staring at him? I didn’t know what to do next .

“Good morning gorgeous, how are you this morning?” he said with his sexy French accent.

I turned and smiled,

“I’m fine, how was your run?” I replied as i carried on preparing breakfast.

He went on to talk about how good it was to run in the morning and smell the fresh morning air, helping start the day the right way . I turned and put the plates on the table and noticed he was sat facing me, his legs slightly apart and to my surprise i could see his cock under his towel. I don’t know if he was aware i could see it all, but i could make out every vein, so i just sat in front of him and tried not to stare down at his towel as we chatted and ate.

I would occasionally flick my eyes down to his towel as he told me about home, and women, and life in general back in France. He told me how they were far more relaxed in every aspect of life and love. I was trying to listen as he spoke, but i found my mind racing at the thought of his cock just laying there, staring me in the face. It had been a couple of weeks since I’d made love and i found myself wondering what his cock would feel like and taste like.

Pictures ran through my mind of his fit slender body writhing against mine as we made passionate love over the table.

He must have noticed me looking, as he paused a moment and smiled at me. I looked back into his eyes but this time he had a glint in them as he smiled, he parted his legs slightly wider not making it to obvious and carried on chatting to me.

This time as i glanced down at his cock it slowly began to grow before my eyes. Again i tried not to make it obvious i was looking, but i couldn’t help it. It wasn’t long before his cock was hard and sticking up against his towel.

It had pushed the towel up and i had a clear view of his hairy balls placed on the chair, and his thick shaft leading to the tip as it disappeared under the towel.

I could feel my nipples getting erect and protruding against the thin white cotton of my robe.

As i glanced down to my lap my gown had slid down either side of my thighs as my legs were crossed. You could probably just see the top of my pubes in the “V” my gown had formed under the sash. My top had gaped open slightly between my breasts, showing a little cleavage, and yes my nipples were starting to go rock hard and ,strained against the cotton.

I felt glad i had trimmed my pussy that morning leaving a neat “Hollywood” with a small strip above my clitty.

It felt really naughty partly exposing myself to Mike’s oldest friend. I raised my eyes to meet his again, he was still chatting to me although finding it hard to concentrate as i felt his eyes studying every part of my body.

I remembered the story they always told, of how Mike had got off with one of Marco’s girlfriends, and how he had caught them making love in the bedsit they shared.

Maybe Marco was plotting some payback i thought, as i giggled to myself. I smiled back at him again as i ate my toast, i could feel his eyes studying every curve of my breasts.

I discreetly pushed them out harder against the straining cotton, i glanced down and could see how erect my nipples had become, pointing out like bullets.

My heart was pounding fast; i could feel my pussy tingling. I was getting very turned on at my flashing display.

I don’t know what came over me but i was feeling really randy now, and the sight of that hard gorgeous cock, i just wanted to touch it and feel it inside me. It was wrong on all counts but lust just seems to rule your head.

I kept eye contact and slowly uncrossed my legs, parting them ever so slightly. I could feel the robe part at the sash and knew my pussy was now on full show to him. I carried on chatting to him as i watched his eyes keep flicking down to my pussy.

I looked at his cock, it was now twitching .I knew he was as turned on as me; my breathing was getting deeper and so was his. I teased his eyes as i parted my legs slightly wider. I could feel i was getting wetter and wetter with all the teasing.

I was determined he would move first, so i reached across and took his empty plate and placed it on mine. As i did so my robe parted even more almost exposing my breasts completely.

I picked up the plates, stood up and turned to the sink. I stood at the worktop placing the plates in the washing up bowl when i heard the chair legs scrape on the tiled floor as Marco got up. I focused out of the window as i felt him come up behind me; i put one hand on the worktop either side of me and braced myself as i wasn’t sure what would happen next.

I could feel the wetness of my pussy. There was silence, neither of us spoke, i saw each of his hands holding his towel clasp over mine each side of me as i felt his hot naked body press against my back . His hard cock pressed against the thin cotton on my bum. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as i pushed back against him, letting him know what i wanted desperately.

He dropped the towel and reached his hands around me and undid my sash holding the flimsy gown together. I gripped the edge of the worktop with both hands and focused on my garden as i felt his large warm hands begin to stroke my soft naked flesh, he caressed them up until he cupped my firm breasts in each hand, and rolled my nipples between his fingers.

He nuzzled his chin into my neck and began kissing my neck, working up to my ears where he darted his hot wet tongue in my ear canal, and nibbled my ear lobes. I pushed my bum back again against his hard cock, rubbing it up and down his shaft ,as i moaned with sheer pleasure and wanton passion.

He slid his way down my body with his hands, and kissed me all over as he knelt behind me. He lifted my robe and kissed my arse cheeks, then placing his hands on my arse he parted my cheeks and darted his hot tongue up my arse crack, paying particular attention to my hole.

I pushed my bum back against him as he licked my hole, then he manoeuvred himself around under my legs until he was sitting on the floor with his back to the kitchen units and his face in my pussy. I gripped the edge of the top even harder as he pulled me to him with his hands on my arse.

He darted his tongue expertly up and down my slit, licking the juices from my wet hole parting my lips with his strong tongue, and darting it in and out of my love canal. Then he moved up to my clitty and started working it in a circular motion with his tongue.

I was now pushing my hips hard against his face causing his head to bang against the cupboards; i was as horny as hell and moaning loudly with pleasure as he played with my button. I was in heaven, there was this sexy French man sitting on my kitchen floor servicing his friends wife with his expert tongue.

I gripped the worktop and began to moan loudly , a wave of ecstasy began to sweep over me and my orgasm came strong and fast as i bucked my hips against his face, forcing each drop of my come into his mouth, my legs went to jelly and i had to hold myself up as it gradually subsided.

Marco slid out from under me and stood up behind me. We still hadn’t spoken. I remained there routed to the spot looking out at the garden, holding on tight, my legs still parted in a provocative pose.

He stood behind me and again nuzzled my neck kissing me and fondling my breasts, rolling my erect nipples. I could feel juices running down my naked inner thigh. He moved his hands from my breasts and slipped my robe off my shoulders, slowly lifting each of my hands and removing it completely, discarding it to one side.

He pressed his naked body against mine and i could feel his cock pressing against my bum and the small of my back, i closed my eyes. He nuzzled my neck again and kissed me softly, he placed a hand on top of each of mine and gripped them tightly, and then he whispered softly

“Is this what you want, do you want to feel me make love to you?”

“Oh god yes, do what you want with me, i want to feel you come deep inside me!” i replied.

With that he used his feet to part my legs further, then still holding my hands to the worktop he worked his cock under me with his hips until i felt the tip of it at the entrance to my wet hole. I stood on tip toe to ease his access as he parted my lips with his tool, then he slipped it in all the way till i felt his pelvic bone against my bum.

He paused there a moment giving us both the pleasant sensation of his cock in my soft wet tunnel. Then he began to work it in and out slowly taking it almost all the way out before sliding it back in again, he still held down my hands and kissed my neck, i closed my eyes and tipped my head back enjoying his cock sliding slowly in and out of my pussy.

He was determined to make it last and i slid up and down his shaft for a few minutes savouring every feeling and moaning as it rubbed the walls of my pussy. He moved at different angles to get maximum penetration and really made sure i felt every inch of it sensually. I’ve never achieved an orgasm through intercourse without clitoral stimulation before, but as his cock slid up and down against my pussy walls i was overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm and found myself moaning as i convulsed and shuddered on his cock. As my pussy gripped his cock during my orgasm, it sent him over the top and he lost control, he began to groan loudly as he thrust his cock deep into my pussy, pumping his seed deep inside me. He wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my breasts as he pumped every last drop up me with each thrust of his tool.

We both panted as we caught our breath, he cuddled me from behind, his softening cock slipping out of me, followed by a pool of come that plopped on the floor. I turned around and planted a kiss on his lips, we stood and caressed each other, i stroked his limp cock.

I wanted more.

I sank to my knees and took his soft cock in my mouth and began to suck him to get him hard again. I worked his shaft up and down and sucked hard on the tip, licking it with my tongue. I used my hands to play with his balls, I sucked them and put them in my mouth one at a time, and after a short time life began to return to his limp cock, it began to twitch again. I sucked harder pausing to wank his foreskin back and forth, I could feel it beginning to stiffen.

I stood up and whilst playing with his cock i said,

“Can you get it hard enough to fuck me on the table?”

I took the last things off the table and climbed onto it laying on my back , my legs dangling over the side.

Marco was wanking his cock furiously getting it fully hard again, so i spread my legs and began playing with myself while i waited. I slid my fingers in the well lubricated hole filled with our combined juices, i took one and put it to my mouth sucking the cum off it provocatively. Before long he was stroking another rock hard erection, i spread my legs further and parting my pussy lips with my fingers, i invited him to slip his cock in me again.

“I want you to fuck me hard this time, and fill me with your come again!” i said, as he stood between my legs.

He slid his cock in, and then began to pump it. In and out slowly at first until he reached full thrust, he gripped my waist with his hands as he focused on fucking me harder and harder.

I placed my hands under my back to avoid friction burns to my bum and wrapped my legs around his back. He was a man on a mission wanting to prove a point. His teeth were gritted and beads of sweat ran down his chest. He gripped my waist harder as he rammed his cock home.

The table was creaking and sliding as he fucked me with such force. He stopped and withdrew. He pulled me up and span me round, forcing me to bend over as i grabbed the back of the chair to get my balance. His hand slipped between my legs and parted my pussy lips as he rammed the tip of his cock in again.

This time he was a lot quicker Moaning and pumping his come inside me after only a few minutes of ramming my hole. We didn’t have time to think about what had just happened when we heard Mike’s key in the front door. We both jumped up, and i threw on my robe as Marco wrapped his towel back around his subsiding cock.

Mike came into the kitchen full of life and completely oblivious to what had just happened between his wife and best friend over his kitchen table. As i cuddled up to him and placed a kiss on his lips i caught sight of the pool of come on the floor from our first fuck. I took him by the hand and led him to the lounge, with more come running from my lips and down my thighs. I made him a cup of tea.

Marco got dressed and we all ended up chatting. I was still in my robe, semen stuck to my pubes and thighs. I’m sure Mike was turned on by my state of undress in front of his friend, and i know he must have caught Marco looking up my robe more than once, especially as i would part my legs every now and then, giving Marco a flash.

The funny thing was that whilst in bed that evening we were talking about our active sex life and the episode at the Jubilee a few weeks ago, and he put it to me that he might like to watch me again make love to another man. He even suggested we ask Marco if he would be interested, it was then that i confessed to my morning session with Marco and that he had even made me come through intercourse alone.

Well much as he was surprised i had fucked his best mate, and that he was a fantastic lover, he forgave me and promised not to tell Marco. We are going to put the idea to him over dinner tomorrow, i can’t wait!

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