My best friend and I had always made it clear to our boyfriends – and later husbands – that we loved each other as much as them, and sometimes we needed some time with just us girls. Other times, while we wanted “special” time together, we let them come along, and they were totally game for it. Because, you know, Men. And they were nice to have around – kind of like toys that didn’t run out of batteries (well unless they were reckless, but the threat of not being invited again for a while does wonders for control) and that you didn’t have to hold into place so you could do other things with your hands.
My Johnny is a sneaky devil, though. He waited until Alice and I were good and hot bothered, busy licking each others’ pussies as our men fucked us nicely, when he suggested from behind me, “Hey – how about switching places?” Just before fucking deep and making me groan.
I probably would have said no any other time. After all, even though we’d seen – even touched, other cocks before, neither Alice nor I had ever fucked anyone but our husbands. In the heat of the moment, though, and hearing Alice below me groan into my cunt and lick my clit harder… I didn’t say anything.
Johnny and Rick took our non-answers as “yes”, because, you know, Men. They slid out of each of us, and I attacked Alice’s sweet little pussy like a starving woman to distract myself from what was about to happen – and she did the same to me. Which was purrrfect – until I saw my Johnny’s cock come into view and line up with Alice’s slit.
I had a close up view of my husband’s cock splitting and sinking into my best friend’s cunt – just as I felt Ricky’s dick do the same to me. Oh my god what were we doing? All four of us moaned as one, and then laughed at ourselves for doing so, alternating with gasping, because laughing hard while a cock is rooted all the way inside a pussy feels pretty strange to both parties. It totally broke the ice, though, and in Shortt order Ricky and Johnny went to town on us, and Alice and I did the same to each other. The rest of the night, I think we all lost track of who was in or on who. I know I lost track of how many times I came. Lots, anyway.
Now, whenever Alice and I “need a little getaway,” we almost always bring the boys along. Because, you know, Men.
Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong Alphabet