MY FRIEND'S WIFE

Adrienne is so unlike my wife; she isn’t a slick model 
type. She has an earthy farm-look, large boobs and a 
low hanging ass. I found her look so sensual, and was 
frightened because I have fantasized fucking her. Oh, 
did I forget to mention that I had never cheated.

We were four couples playing tennis at our friend’s 
home. During the game, Adrienne went to her house to 
fix lunch. She returned and asked if one of us would be 
willing to help her prepare potato salad and burgers. 
Neither my wife nor the other two women volunteered. 
Adrienne’s husband said, "Why don’t you go, Phil, you 
don’t like sports anyway." I was the nerd of the group.

As I walked toward her, tennis wasn’t important. I know 
she has long nipples because I’ve seen her without a 
bra more than once. Oh, I forgot, Adrienne wears 
glasses. But instead of turning me off, I saw a very 
sexual chick under those glasses. Her sexuality moved 
me to become stupidly and crazily irrational. 

As I almost caught up to her, I ogled her body from the 
rear and joked. "Great view from back here."

She had on a short tennis skirt, and her panties were 
visible from my angle. She laughed and replied. "I take 
it as a compliment that you’d even glance at my butt. 
Compared to your wife, us gals feel neglected when 
she’s around."

I said. "She doesn’t have a personality like you, 
Addi." She is called Addi for short instead of 
Adrienne.

She again laughed and wiggled her butt playfully. "Is 
that what you’re looking at, my personality?" She 
stopped and lifted the back of her tennis skirt to show 
me her white panties. "What part of my split 
personality do you like most? My right cheek which is 
the good gal, or my left cheek which is the naughty 
gal?" She wiggled her ass cheeks as she said this in a 
playful tone. 

I said. "I’d have to test them out first, like kiss and 
lick and bite each one." This was so unlike me to make 
sexual overtones. I’m not a lady’s man. Unfortunately, 
never have been. Nerd is more like it.

She gave off a guttural laugh. "A real ass man. Wow! 
Well, I like the kissing and licking part, but no 
biting please. Is that what you do to your wife, is 
it?"

She stopped and waited until I caught up to her, and we 
walked back together. We chatted and she joked about 
her butt hanging too low and her boobs being too big. 
Then she joked. "I know I shouldn’t say it but you got 
me started, Phil. So, since you’re an ass man, what are 
you, let me guess, ah, ah, you’re a lickety-split." 

When my facial expression told her that I didn’t have a 
clue what she was alluding to, she said. "You don’t 
know what lickety-split is. My, my Phil." And she let 
it go at that.

I said. "Let me think about it."

Addi laughed heartedly at my expense. She said. 
"Nothing to think about. Split and lick."

When I didn’t respond, she said. "Phil, get your head 
out of the computer. We’re talking about my butt. Two 
ass cheeks right. Split them. Like spread them apart 
and then get your nose and tongue in there and lick. 
Lickety-split! And yummy, yummy!" She yelped in glee.

I blushed and she saw it. She said, "My God, Phil, you 
are different, but in an interesting way." And she 
laughed a pleasant laugh to herself.

I said. "Okay. I knew that. Just didn’t know the name 
for it." 

Then to not come across too nerdy, I added. "You know 
that you’re not fat. Your butt and boobs are firm." 

She countered. "Glad you noticed, you dirty old man. 
But all the women’s magazines say you guys like the 
model look, like your wife."

There home is well over 100 yards from the tennis 
courts and at a steep incline, meaning it stands well 
above the courts and looks down at them. 

Addi went to her bedroom and returned after having 
removed her sports bra that was needed to support her 
tits when she played tennis. She did not have a bra on 
under her blouse. Her nipples were plainly visible, the 
dark aureoles and pointy nipples made my blood rush. 

Back in the kitchen, she gave me a large fruit plate to 
bring to the tennis court so the others could nibble 
until lunch. At the tennis court I used the bathroom 
and found that my dick was very hard as I pissed up in 
the air. I was fully aroused by Addi. In six years of 
marriage, I had never lusted for another woman. I was 
getting turned on to a woman who wore glasses!

At the tennis court, I bade the others goodbye and told 
them lunch would be ready in about and hour and a half. 
I was ignored. Addi’s husband said., "’Sounds good, 
Phil. Should have worked up an appetite by then." He 
went back to the game, and had no idea that I lusted 
after his wife.

In the kitchen, Addi was at the sink, where a large 
window overlooked the tennis court. She said, "Your 
wife is gorgeous. My husband and those other two can’t 
get enough of looking at her. Just look at them, Phil. 
Truthfully, don’t you get jealous?"

I joked. "All guys look. Take me. I’m enchanted by your 
personality, Addi."

She laughed, said, "You keep your nose out of my butt." 

She paused then said. "Can I ask you something?" 

When I nodded yes she said. "Phil, I hate to say this 
but I bet all three guys down there, including my 
respectable husband, are sexually inflated if you catch 
my drift. Does that not bother you?" 

I blushed. 

She said. "Oh, I’m sorry. I should have thought of your 
feelings. I mean, I guess, I’m jealous. That is what 
I’m getting at. I’m jealous."

I said. "No offense taken. If your husband is ah, 
inflated looking at my wife, then I’m inflated looking 
at his wife."

I blushed when I realized that I was telling her that I 
had a raging hard-on from being with her. 

Then I stupidly looked down to the bulge in my tennis 
shorts.

She followed my glaze and obviously saw my hardness 
straining to bust out of my tennis shorts.

She said. "Oh, my. Too much tit and ass talk. Anyway 
enough joking around. I better go put on a bra. You are 
getting naughty. What’s come over you, Phil?" 

I said. "I shouldn’t stare. I apologize." 

Luckily she didn’t leave the kitchen. Addi said, "No, I 
apologize. Didn’t mean to embarrass you. You’re so 
different than my husband and most other men. I find 
that refreshing."

I was stunned into silence by her remark. That she 
found my having a hard-on was refreshing, and that she 
wasn’t put off. 

She said, "I take it as a compliment. I really do, 
Phil."

I said nothing and was still totally nervous as what to 
do since I never came on to a woman strongly. 

She added, "I hate to admit it, Phil, but it has been a 
long time since I got a guy aroused. I mean I know we 
are both married, but 

I sat down, then said, "Addi, why are you jealous of my 
wife?" 

She turned, looked at me. "I guess plain old envy. 
She’s pretty. Men drool over her. She got a body, why 
not!"

When I said nothing, she said, "Well, no matter. I 
should I put a bra on if it’s bothering you, which I 
take as a compliment. At least I turn on someone."

I wailed in utter sincerity. "Wait. Not yet. "

She leaned back against the sink and laughed at my 
plea. She looked at me credulously, wondering what I 
was thinking.

I said. "I feel a little stupid not knowing about 
lickety-split. You must think I’m without a clue 
sexually."

Addi said. "Phil, most guys like to have it done to 
them but don’t like returning the favor."

When I didn’t respond, she asked. "What are you 
thinking so hard about?"

I said matter of fact. "Want to know one of our 
marriage secrets. Actually, I’ve done it to my wife. 
Licked her there. It wasn’t intentional."

Addi again gave off a guttural laugh. "Oh my, there you 
go again. Now explain that to me if you can or want to. 
I mean this I’d like to hear, and I promise I won’t say 
a word to your wife."

I thought before I spoke. "Well, you know I knew what I 
was doing. I mean I was kissing her crotch. You know, 
her …"

Addi giggled at me. "I know what a cunt is, thank you, 
Phil."

I went on. "And I got into it, and licked lower and 
higher and soon I was licking her ass hole and she 
didn’t object. I licked her there many times, 
especially when we first got married. Just didn’t know 
the name for it. But you know, when I first did it, I 
just happened to do it. I didn’t plan it is what I’m 
saying." 

"Lucky gal, your wife. Now I’m more envious of her." 

I said nothing except stare at her face and boobs and 
legs.

She said. "One more question, than I’ll shut up. I know 
it’s none of my business but since we got on the topic 
of butts, I figure your wife enjoyed it, but did you."

I said. "Yeah. Sure."

"You answered too fast." She asked. "Did you really 
enjoy doing it or did you do it to please her?"

I thought for a minute. Adjusted my hard-on in my 
pants, knowing that Addi could see what I was doing. 
Then I said. "The first time, afterwards, I felt 
nervous that maybe I was perverted. But when she 
encouraged me the second and third times, I liked it. I 
mean I was making her cum. That I really liked. But I 
liked licking her cunt more. I like the cunt taste and 
smell better. But sometimes I noticed that she would 
sort of cum or juice from her ass hole when she got 
excited. But overall I like pussy more. I fantasize 
about going down on different girls…, but….."

Addi said excitedly. "Can you believe we are talking 
about this."

I smiled back.

She said. "What is the but?" 

I said. "Oh, well, if I tell you you’ll get upset."

She smiled at me, encouragingly.

I said. "When we were walking toward your house before 
and I was looking at your butt, and then you lifted 
your skirt, and I just had a flash."

She said. "Should I be scared to ask what the flash 
was?"

I blushed then said. "I wasn’t thinking abut your cunt 
then, just your butt and fantasized about kissing and 
licking it."

She stood up but was not disgusted by my reference. 
"Too much. I’m going to put a bra on, or you’re going 
to be having an accident in your pants."

I jumped in. "Come on. Addi. What harm is there. I 
really like seeing you without a bra. I mean you’re not 
naked. All I’m doing, really is…..."

She playfully toyed with me. "And what is all that you 
are doing, Phil? You're staring at my tits."

I said timidly. "Enjoying the view. No harm. They’re 
covered."

Addi said. "Honestly, Phil, why in God’s name would you 
fantasize about me? Let’s face it, Phil, I’m not good 
looking."

I muttered. "You’re a turn on in a different and very 
nice way."

She said. "Really. Would you like to explain how my 
boobs are really different?"

I said. "Jeez, like your nipples seem large. That is a 
turn on for me anyway. And your tits look big but don’t 
seem floppy. I mean truthfully, Addi, they don’t hang 
or droop, I think. Tell you what, lift up your blouse 
so I can examine just how they hang." I laughed at my 
boyish attempt at humor.

She laughed with me. Said. "You’re like a mischievous 
little puppy. If …...well, let me put it this way, if I 
wasn’t good friends with your wife, I’d flash you right 
now. I’d love to see your face. But I won't."

I got excited by that. I yelped. "Show me yours, I’ll 
show you mine."

She snorted in an unlady-like fashion and then glanced 
at my crotch. "Oh, god, you’re aroused. Really aroused. 
Not good. Not good." 

When she began walking away to her bedroom, I said, 
"Addi, you’re different in ah, I don’t know, like a 
down to earth honest way. And I like that." 

She stopped and listened. 

I continued, "I’ve been thinking about how you’re 
different than the other three women, including my 
wife. Want to hear?"

She nodded yes and went back to the kitchen sink and 
counter top. 

I said, "Okay. Here goes. A guy knows you’re down to 
earth. Like I know you smell, you have a feminine odor, 
you sweat. Think about it. Would I say that about the 
other three women?"

She seemed embarrassed.

I quickly said. "I mean that in a very complimentary 
way. That you sweat and have an odor. Like I can see 
and smell that you’re a flesh and blood woman, not some 
deodorant. Tell me truthfully, neither my wife nor the 
other gals down there come across physical like you do. 
They are model types." I took a breath and sighed when 
she didn’t walk away and continued. "Mostly I like your 
ass and how it hangs. It’s cute. You got to admit you 
got a cute butt, Addi. And I fantasize about licking 
it."

She laughed. "I doubt that. Oh, bull. Double bull! But 
what I think is that you need to make love to you wife 
until you are completely satisfied. You’re aroused 
right now and I don’t know why. A horny old dog! 
Truthfully, I’m not a head turner, Phil. I know that 
for a fact."

Then she turned back to the sink and said. "And Phil, I 
really appreciate the compliment, I think. No one ever 
said that about me: I smell, have a feminine odor and 
what else, my tits are earthy. Was that a compliment?" 

My tone of voice changed in some way when I replied. 
"You know it is." 

She turned to look at my face, at my eyes. My tone of 
voice had caught her attention. She again glanced at my 
crotch. Then she quickly averted her eyes and turned 
back to the sink. 

I moved next to her quickly. She turned to look out the 
window but was keenly aware of how close I was to her. 
I moved my hips and my pelvis so they were pushed up 
against her butt. My cock was right against her soft 
ass cheeks.

She tried to move away but I held onto her hips and 
kept her in place. "Phil, what are you doing?"

I whispered. "What do you think?"

She tried to laugh but it came out choked. "You’re 
rubbing your crotch and your, ah, your inflation, 
against my butt and you should be doing that with your 
wife, not me. That is what I think."

I joked. "You got a great, ah, personality and my cock 
wants to split it." And kept my hips and cock pressed 
against her butt. 

She said. "Not funny. Your cock is pushing against my 
ass. Phil, can’t you see that I’m upset? "

I moved back and forth so that my cock caressed her 
butt. 

She echoed. "Phil, please, think with your head, the 
one on your shoulders. I can feel your erection, but I 
can’t help you in that department. Don’t you want to 
hear why I’m upset?" 

I lamented. "You know what I want, Addi." Her short 
skirt made it easy for my hands to caress the bare skin 
of her legs. She froze when my left hand caressed her 
inner thigh and inched upwards. I moved my hand to her 
crotch and she gasped and squeezed her legs together to 
deny me access. I moved my pelvis in closer, pushing 
her against the sink cabinet. Then my right hand moved 
around her front and caressed her right tit though her 
blouse. 

She cried out. "My god, Phil. Do you realize what 
you’re doing?" But she did not struggle very much. Sure 
she tried to wiggle away, but I knew she was not a real 
fighter and was timidly frightened by my advances. She 
said. "Okay, you had a real good feel. Now let me go. 
I’ll put a bra on."

I had her pinned and she didn’t struggle hard to get 
way as I suspected she wouldn’t do. But I wasn’t one 
hundred percent sure she would not scream so I had to 
soothe her fears. "Addi. Please. Let me touch you a 
little; then I’ll stop and be a good boy."

My hand was firmly caressing her right tit through her 
blouse while my other hand was wedged between her 
tightly clamped legs. I held her steady with my pelvis 
and stomach and chest pressing her firmly against the 
kitchen sink. She tried to break away, this time a much 
stronger effort but it was too late unless she was 
willing to scream and actually fight me physically 
which was not part of her personality. 

I continued my psychological attack. "Addi, just a 
little bit more and then I’ll stop. Listen, sweetie, 
you know you turn me on; I fanaticize about you. 
Masturbate thinking of you. Let me feel you a little 
more, please."

She screeched, but not loud enough to carry out the 
kitchen. "No. Stop touching me right now."

But I did not. Instead I had both my hands on her tits. 
I had her pinned. 

She pleaded. "You’re making me real scared."

I said. "I’m not going to hurt you. You know me better 
than that. I just want to feel them."

She squeaked. "Sure, all you want is to feel me up. I’m 
married; you’re married."

I held her firmly in place. "Addi, I want to caress 
you. What harm is there. No one will know." I moved my 
one hand over her whole tit and gave it a good cuddle, 
especially where her nipple was.

She tried to push me off using her butt, but instead I 
met her thrust with my own thrust of my hardened prick. 
She stopped that quick enough when she realized I was 
humping her butt. Addi said. "Phil. Don’t touch my 
breasts. They’re real sensitive. Come on, let’s talk."

She had eased up on her clamped legs in order to use 
her hands and her butt to push me off. I took advantage 
of this and used my other hand to wiggle between her 
clamped legs and was able to get one finger at her 
crotch and under her panties. I felt her pussy lips and 
the dampness.

Suddenly she stopped struggling. She was gasping for 
air, in heavy and uneven gulps. Then she slumped the 
top part of her body from the waist up, over the sink 
area and concentrated her energy to clamp her legs so 
tightly that it would dislodge my finger. All to no 
avail. I had a finger in her pussy. Even though I was 
unable to wiggle it around, it was causing her turmoil. 
She was trembling in a sexual, turned on way.

A good 60 seconds went by with neither of us talking. 
Except my hands and fingers and cock making a darn good 
point. 

Addi stopped struggling and said in a guttural, hoarse 
voice. "Phil, if I let you touch my breasts, will you 
take your finger out of me?"

I pushed my finger deeper in her pussy and she 
whispered a mournful plea. "Please. I’ll let you play 
with them; you can suck them if you want. Okay? Just 
take your finger out of my cunt."

I waited because I was stunned at her response; I 
didn’t wait as part of some strategy, but the waiting 
turned out in my favor. Addi had to weigh over 140 
pounds yet she seemed so passive. When I took my finger 
from her pussy, she slumped and became putty in my 
hands. 

I glanced out the window to make sure all was okay at 
the tennis court. Everyone was engaged in their game. I 
was free to take my pleasure. So I eased her to the 
floor. She lay on her back, her eyes closed. I lay on 
her, my hips and cock were firmly above her crotch. 
Then I began to feel her up, to let my hands roam under 
her blouse and fondle her naked tits. I used both hands 
to feel her tits and play with them. Her nipples were 
hard and long and large. When my mouth sucked on her 
tit, she gasped and shuddered, but stayed still. I 
sucked and sucked and she was making crying moans under 
her breadth. Her nipples were so juicily long and very 
alive. She was responding to my sucking, no doubt about 
it. 

Of course, this would not satisfy me. In fact, it only 
heightened my lust to have more of her. I moved my hips 
off her pelvis and was able to slide my face down below 
her tits onto her belly when she actually sat up in a 
startled position. She wailed. "What are you doing?"

I had to pin her down again by laying on top of her. 
Then I slid my body lower until I was between her legs 
and was able to grab her feet by the ankles and bring 
her legs into the air. I bent her legs onto her belly. 
I said. "Addi, I’m going to do what I said I would. I’m 
going to lick your ass."

She was helpless. While I held her legs up, I began to 
lick and kiss her ankles and move lower, heading to her 
crotch. But once my face was in her crotch and sucking 
at her damp panties she again began to protest. "No. 
Not there. Phil. You promised."

So I lifted her legs so that her ass was more exposed 
than her crotch. She stopped struggling. She said. 
"Promise me you won’t bite and leave any marks."

I knew she had given in. I struggled to get the words 
out. "I promise." I nuzzled my face in her panties and 
kissed until I got tired of tasting her cotton panties. 
But I did not dislike the odor that was coming from her 
cunt. No, that odor was inflaming me to go that next 
evil step to hell. 

She did not protest or resist as I took off her 
panties. I moved quickly. While still holding her legs 
up and spread out, I was able to get my face between 
her ass cheeks and began to go to town. I licked and 
kissed until I had my nose inside her ass hole, then I 
put my tongue in there and licked until she was 
moaning. Whether they were moans of pain or pleasure I 
wasn’t sure. When I began to lick higher to her pussy, 
she didn’t fight me off. She was wet, very wet. When I 
sucked at her clit, she was juicing her pussy juice in 
my mouth. I sucked her clit and then her pussy lips and 
got my tongue inside her pussy hole until her body was 
totally open. Her cunt was so very exposed. There was 
no pain coming from her, only sexually aroused pussy 
juice. As I unzipped my pants, she said nothing. I 
rubbed my cock between her ass cheek and tried to stick 
it up between he ass cheeks. 

Then she protested. "No. Not here, Phil. Please. It’s 
too big. Please." 

I said. "Put it in your cunt for me. Quick."

Amazingly, Addi reached down and guided my cock to her 
pussy hole and rubbed my cock tip at her pussy lips and 
then pushed it in. I drilled my cock deep into her 
pussy in one quick entry. She cried out. "That hurts. 
Do it slow, Phil. Please, don’t hurt me this way. You 
can fuck me but don’t hurt me." She stopped struggling. 
Said. "Do you understand, Phil. I said you can fuck me, 
but don’t hurt me. Please. " 

I moaned. "Help me then." I let her legs go and she 
wrapped them around my waist as my cock began a slow, 
steady, in and out thrust. I felt myself building up a 
quick cum and slowed down. She had stopped tightening 
her pussy and legs muscles. I felt my cock go up to my 
balls in her pussy hole; I was all the way in her. I 
fucked her with my long cock pole, in and out, slowly. 
I could tell on each intake she was feeling pleasure. 
When I began to pound in and out, she was gasping. 
Sounded very much like sexual moans.

I knew that I could not prolong this fuck too long. 
Someone might come to the kitchen. So I pulled my cock 
out, and told her to knell. She did as I said, not a 
word of protest, no hesitation. Her ass was up in the 
air, her legs spread awaiting me to enter her from the 
rear. I didn’t disappoint her. I was cock deep in her 
pussy when I felt her spasm, over and over. I began to 
pump harder and she continued to spasm. I said. "Addi, 
am I doing it too hard?"

She didn’t answer with words, but her cunt tightened 
over my cock milking it. I began to cum spurt after 
spurt of hot cock juice deep into her pussy hole. 

It took three minutes before both our bodies subsided. 
When my cock fell out of her gapping pussy hole, she 
let out a sound that sounded like a sad moan.

She stayed in that position, her ass in the air. I 
stood to quickly see if there was any danger from the 
tennis court coming my way. All seemed okay. My wife 
and the other four players were occupied. 

I knelt behind her and began to kiss and lick my way 
form her cum filled pussy hole to her very wet ass 
hole. Her cunt came alive from my kisses. I said. 
"Addi, sit on my face with your pussy so I can lick 
it."

Addi dutifully moved around and sat on my face without 
uttering a word. After a few minutes of me slurping and 
drinking her cunt juices, she lowered her head and took 
my soft cum spent cock in her mouth and sucked and 
sucked until I was hard. She sucked me wantonly. In 
heat. In abandoned lust.

I fucked my cock in her mouth; she took it. I let go a 
blast of cum. She swallowed my cum. 

I moved out from under her. Used a dish rag to wash off 
my cock and balls and then washed off my face and 
mouth. She sat on the kitchen floor, her legs wrapped 
under her ass as she observed my tidiness, never saying 
a word. 

I looked out the window and saw my wife and her husband 
at the tennis court, totally unaware of what had 
transpired. All to the good, so far.

She said. "Are you finished with me?"

It was a challenge too good to pass up. I squatted down 
beside her. Said. "Get on your knees again." She looked 
at me not understanding. I said. "Just do it, Addi. I 
want to lick you."

Addi gave me a look of disbelief but did as I 
requested. I licked and kissed and sucked her cunt and 
ass hole until my mouth was tired. Addi openly moaned 
her orgasms now. No need to be quiet with me anymore. 

When I licked and sucked her cunt taste and my cock cum 
to my heart’s content, I got up to leave. 

She looked at me with softness and said. "Better use my 
toothbrush to get the taste of pussy out of your mouth 
and take a quick shower, use soap. Wash your hair; it 
smells of pussy juice, too." 

I showered and brushed my teeth. When finished, I waked 
to the kitchen door and said, "I’m going to the tennis 
court. You going to be okay?" 

She said. "Phil. You just raped me. Are you forgetting 
that?"

I said nothing; she was still naked, sitting on the 
kitchen floor. I looked at her body, her tits and her 
belly, her shoulders, her nipples, and felt a stirring 
gain. 

She saw my lust. Addi said. "You’re crazy, Phil. You’re 
sexually deranged."

I then spoke. "Addi, I’m not sorry for having sex with 
you."

She said simply without anger. "I know you’re not." 
Then she said. "How am I supposed to face my husband 
and your wife?"

I said. "Take a shower. We’ll talk about it some other 
time." I walked out the door.

She commanded. "Phil. What are you going to tell your 
wife. I need to know." 

I stepped back in the kitchen. "Nothing. I never 
cheated, not even once. Tonight I’ll be with her, but 
I’ll think of you."

She sounded as if she was about to cry when she said. 
"Phil, you raped me. Oh, get out of here."

I again headed out the door.

"Phil." Addi said. "Why do you want to fuck me? I need 
to understand. What came over you, Phil?"

I said. "Don’t know. And that is the honest truth."

She began to cry. "You got to know. You raped me. Why?"

I knelt next to her. Held m her in my arms and let her 
cry. Then said. "I don’t know what came over me. I 
never hurt a fly. But it was the best sex I had in 
years. In years. "

She implored me. "But we’re married, Phil."

I said, "You came. Can’t deny it. We both did. Best 
ever for me."

She groaned. "Shut up."

I simply stated. "I’ll want to fuck you again."

She whimpered. "I know you do. This is what’s so 
crazy."

I said nothing.

She said. "This is a one time thing. I wont let you do 
it to me again."

I went to the door. Turned to look at her. "I’ll rape 
you again. I need to have you."

Addi said. "Take that tray of potato salad, the 
coleslaw, and beans. Tell them the burgers will be 
ready in thirty minutes. I need to shower."