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Her Hubbys best Buddy

Rob stayed with them each time he came to town on business, but Dan had always been home on those occasions. He was a great looking guy, and always treated her as if he would love to bed her. She liked that, liked to think she could light a fire in a man. They had teased and stolen kisses a few times but had never pushed beyond that.

She had called Dan on his cell phone and told him that Rob had showed up. Dan had replied, "Oh, good, what's the problem? You sound worried, you like him don't you?"

She replied, "Yes of course, he has always been nice to me, but I think that he expects to stay overnight here. I would be nervous alone with him."

Dan sounded exasperated, "He's my best friend baby. I would be upset if you don't ask him to stay."

Sandy answered, "Well okay honey, wanted you to know, that's all."

Dan said, "Hey baby, let me talk to him. And baby, have fun. Do you hear me? Have fun, real fun."

Sandy was speechless, she just mumbled 'okay', and called out to Rob to pick up the phone. How much 'real fun' did Dan mean?

After Rob hung up she asked if he would like to stay the night, and that Dan had given his okay to it. His smile and his 'yes' suggested that he was happy and expectant. He invited her out to dinner that evening to a high-end restaurant.

They had drinks before dinner, danced closely to soft ballad music, followed by a bottle of wine with dinner and cognac before leaving for home. She could tell from the tenderness and attention she was receiving that Rob was thinking 'bedtime'. And so was she.

But she was a strong gal, and let him know several times that he was at the limits of what she would give up. Despite her determination her pussy was aching and her nipples were cramping with thoughts similar to his.

They kissed in the cab on the way home, she let him slide his hand up her skirt and tease her pussy. But she clamped her legs when he tried to get a finger into her. The door had just closed behind them in the apartment when Rob backed her up against the wall. His eyes bored into hers defiantly as he lifted her skirt and pushed her panties to the floor.

But being in her own home suddenly brought her back to normal, and she pushed him away, both of them heaving and panting.

"Sorry Rob, I can't go through with this, much as I want to," she gasped, her eyes wild but the lines of her jaw were set.

He calmed down, put his hands on her shoulders and groaned, "Your call Sandy, I really want you but you have to want it too." He looked down at his groin area. He had a massive tent showing and he looked at her, "Maybe you could lend a hand," he smiled painfully.

She nodded, "In the bathroom." He followed her in. She turned and unhooked his belt and zipper and pushed his pants down. She turned him to face the sink and pulled his shorts down. She watched his fully erect cock leap out of the shorts in the mirror. She thought, 'Oh God, how can I do this, I want that in me."

He pulled his shirt and tie off, standing there naked with his pants and shorts around his feet. 'God,' Sandy was thinking again, 'what a body, thick arms and bulging chest, those thighs and butt, God love to have him on me.'

She reached through under his arms and her hands met at his throbbing cock. She stroked him with one hand and felt his massive balls with the other. She stopped for a minute, tore her blouse and bra off so that her tits ground against his bare back as she reached around once again.

"Oh Christ Sandy, that feels so good," he moaned. He shut his eyes as she returned to serious stroking. She could feel his cock begin to throb. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and jerked off the upper half. She watched the first spurt of white cum burst out of his knob. His body jerked as the next belt of cum streamed out, hitting the mirror. Sandy wrapped herself around him, grinding her tits on his back as she continued to stroke him until he softened in her hands.

They stood there for minutes it seemed, her still clutching him. Finally she pulled her hands free and washed them off. She grabbed her clothes and hustled off to her own bedroom.

'My God, I might as well have screwed him. I just had sex with another man, but really didn't.' She entered the ensuite bathroom and showered, used her little vibrating helper to relieve some of her anguish.

She slept fitfully all night long. She imagined that he would come to her in bed. She would gladly spread for him, maybe she should go to his bed, and it was her fault after all. Should she tell Dan what had happened? Would Rob tell Dan? Was Dan really telling her to fuck him when he said 'have fun, real fun'? By morning the questions had turned to a statement, "I have to get fucked."

She went to the bathroom, washed and brushed her teeth. She fixed her hair and applied a little lipstick. She powdered her body, sprayed just a touch of musk perfume on her tits and pussy and pulled on a soft white terry cloth robe. She examined her body with the robe open. This is what Rob was going to see.

She looked good she thought, gr*pe fruit sized tits hanging just a little, nipples already erect, trimmed dark red bush trimmed like a little 'V' pointing at the top of her slit. She was very confident.

Rob knew his way around the apartment, and was sipping coffee in the kitchen while waiting for the toast to pop. He was still in his pajamas. Following last night there did not seem to be a reason to be discreet around Sandy. He smiled as she entered, trying to act as if nothing untoward had happened between them.

Sandy was in heat and she could see his cock moving under the pj's. Any doubts were lost as she recalled the feel of it in her hands. They had not said a word as yet, but their eyes burned knowingly into the others. Sandy's fingers played with the belt tie of the robe, finally tugging it open. She dropped her hands to her sides as the robe fell apart exposing her bare body.

Rob moved quickly too her, almost spilling his coffee cup as he set it on the table. He slipped his hands inside of the robe and around her back, pulling her body tight to him as their open mouths clashed together. His hands slipped down her back to cup her ass cheeks, massaging and crunching them.

He pulled back a bit, looked in Sandy's eyes and said, "No hand jobs this morning baby."

She smiled, "No hand jobs."

"I'm going to fuck you," his voice was hard.

In a serious voice she replied, "That's what I want."

"I'm going to fuck you any way I want to, and as many times as I want to."

Sandy's body was almost crumbling, she had been dreaming of him fucking her for hours. Her loins and knees were weak; she was on fire. "Stop talking and start fucking," she demanded.

He tore the robe off her, lifted her in his arms and carried her to the kitchen table. He swept the coffee and dishes off and set her ass down on the edge of the table. He stripped down and moved between her legs, she guiding his engorged cock to her hungry cunt. He grasped her by the ass and pulled her tight to him, and burrowed his cock into her with a series of short sharp thrusts. It was more out of desperation than any payback for the tease of the night before. It was just the desire by both of them to get laid.

Sandy had worked herself into such a need for it that she came almost at once, her knees hooked behind him as she jammed her pussy at him. He kept pounding her, even after her body slackened and her hips stopped twisting. His big thighs and butt drove his cock into her relentlessly, like a steam engine out of control. She settled back on her hands, her tits thrashing and bouncing as he grasped her hips to hold her still while he fucked her. Finally, with one mighty thrust he shoved it deep into her and pulled her upper body to his chest and got off.

They stood there frozen in that position for minutes it seemed. He pulled back and kissed her, "Sorry baby, that was a little wilder than I planned."

She smiled back at him, "Not to worry Rob, I wanted it like that, that was fun." She smiled inwardly, wondering if that had been Dan's intended version of fun.

He lifted her off of the table and carried her towards her bedroom. She was aroused again, having been fucked for some time after she had got off so quickly. She noticed as he laid her down, that his cock was stiffening again.

Her head was on the pillow, she held one tit in her hand fingering her nipples, while the other went down to her still creamy pussy and spread her legs. He stood there naked, stroking his swelling cock, examining every inch of her body.

"I told you I would fuck you all day long didn't I?"

"Show me."