The girls and I were grabbing our jackets to go when the fight broke out. I was with them because my husband was out of town for work — again. It seemed like he was away more than he was home anymore. I warned him that leaving a sexy woman like me alone so much was dangerous. If he wasn’t careful, I just might let some guy take me home from the bar. He laughed and said no one would dare. We knew everyone at our local hangout. No one would try to steal his wife. I knew that was naïve. Yeah, we knew all those people, but guys are guys. If the cat is away, the mice are going to play.
I hopped off my stool when I saw Jerry the bouncer rush over to break up the fracas. He’s a huge guy and no one in the bar wants to fuck with him. When Jerry says it’s over, it’s over. This fight was different. Fists kept flying and Jerry had to put someone in a bear hug.
“Get the fuck off me!” someone shouted. I knew that voice. Shit, I thought, pushing my way through the crowd.
“Calm the fuck down, Frank. Don’t make me kick your ass, man,” Jerry grunted, wrestling with him.
“Fucking let me go and I’ll leave, alright?”
“You’re not driving anywhere. Do you have a ride?”
“Just let me go!”
Jerry released Frank, who spun and swung on him again. Jerry easily slapped the clumsy fist away with a giant paw and shoved Frank so hard he stumbled backward over a barstool. Frank was red and growling as he struggled to stand.
“Hey! Hey! Enough!” I said, pushing between the men.
Frank tried to push my hand away from his chest when he recognized me. His mood turned on a dime, the way a drunk’s will, and he broke out in a huge grin.
“Josey! Hey!” Frank shouted, pulling me in and crushing me against his chest. “What are you doing here? Does Teddy know you’re out?”
“I don’t need his permission to go out for the night, Frank. What are you doing? Are you okay, buddy?” I asked, hugging him back. My voice was muffled into his chest.
“Just a misunderstanding, honey.”
I pried myself away from him. Frank smiled sloppily at me, nothing but love in his eyes. I was used to him looking at me that way in his unguarded moments. I’ve known Frank as long as I’ve known my husband. They are lifelong friends. Frank was the best man at our wedding eight years ago. He stared at me over Teddy’s shoulder with love in his eyes — or at least lust. Frank had to settle for fucking my sister in the backroom at the catering all. We look a lot alike. I didn’t hold it against him. I’ve always thought that if I’d met Frank before Teddy, it could have been us instead. He’s a handsome guy. He’s a couple inches over six feet, almost a foot taller than I am, with broad shoulders and a blonde crew cut. He’s kept in better shape than Teddy, who’s let himself go a little while sitting behind a desk. Frank worked with his hands and stayed fit and strong. You can’t blame me for having the occasional fantasy about my husband’s best friend, especially when I know he’d jump me if I ever gave the nod.
“You’ve got to go, Frank,” Jerry said, over my shoulder. “Should I call you an Uber?”
“I’ll get him home,” I said.
“Shit, Josey. You sure? I’d hate to saddle you with him tonight. You should let me call him an Uber. You don’t need this bullshit.”
“I’ve got it, Jerry. Teddy would be pissed if I didn’t help Frank out.” I turned to Frank. “Come on, buddy. Let’s go.”
I was questionable to drive, so I didn’t take Frank home. Our place was only four blocks from the bar. My friends gave me a look when I told them I was going to take Frank home. I don’t know if it was pity for having to deal with his drunk ass, or they thought I was looking for trouble. They knew the way Frank looked at me. Teddy was the only one who was clueless. Taking Frank home alone could be trouble, they thought. But I trusted him. I didn’t think he would really make a move on his best friend’s wife, no matter how drunk he was.
Frank leaned on me most of the way home, but I didn’t mind. It was a chilly night, and he was warm. I was feeling lonely too, with Teddy away so much, and it was nice to have a man close to me. I think I enjoyed Frank holding me a little too much. By the time we reached the house, I was planning to dump him in the guest room and slip into our bedroom and take care of myself.
The cold air sobered Frank up enough to walk on his own by the time we got back to the house. I still had to take him by the hand and pull him up the steps because he wanted to stay up and hang out. I insisted I needed to go to bed. At the top of the steps, Frank tried to turn toward our bedroom, and I had to shove him the other way.
“I thought we were going to bed,” he complained.
“I am going to my bed. You’re going to the guest room.”
“Aww, you’re no fun, Josey.”
I laughed. “I’m plenty of fun. You’re just not going to find out.”
I shoved him through the guest room door and went to fold the sheets down on the bed. The room was small and only accommodated a standard bed. We had a queen in our bedroom, and I loved it. I couldn’t imagine sharing such a small bed with someone. I felt Frank watching me. I have to say, it felt nice. Even when Teddy was home these days, it felt like he barely noticed me. We hadn’t made love in weeks. He was too distracted by his job. I appreciated that Teddy worked hard, but I still needed attention.
“Stop looking at my ass, Frank,” I said, laughing.
“But it’s such a great ass, Josey. You can’t blame me.”
“Teddy might.”
“Teddy’s not here. Someone needs to stare at your ass. That ass needs to be appreciated.”
He had a point. I did have a nice ass, and I liked having a man notice. When I warned Teddy that another man might try to take me home, I was only half-joking. Guys hit on me all the time when I went to the bar without him. I’ve never suffered from a lack of attention from boys. I’m one of those lucky girls who can eat whatever she likes and keep her figure, slender with a cute little butt and nice, round boobs. If I wanted another man, I could have one. Hell, I could probably have Frank if I let it happen.
“Well, I feel appreciated. Thank you, Frank. Now you should get to bed before you fall over.”
“I’m good. Don’t worry about me. Come on, let’s dance.”
Frank grabbed me by the waist and spun me around. It felt nice to be in his arms, and I stayed there, letting him rock me to the music in his head. I felt him stirring in his jeans, pressing it into my stomach, and knew I had to pull back.
“I really have to go to bed, Frank,” I told him.
What I didn’t say was that I needed to go because I was getting too horny, and I needed to go take care of things on my own before something bad happened. I turned to go, but he caught my arm.
“What about my goodnight kiss?” he asked.
“I really should go.”
“Just a kiss, Josey. Then go to bed.”
I stepped close and put my hands on his chest as I stood up on my tip-toes to kiss his cheek. Frank turned and caught my lips with his. It was slow and sweet, and frustratingly brief.
“Frank,” I whispered. “I should go.”
“You should, but you don’t want to.”
“I don’t,” I agreed, not believing those words came from me.
“I don’t want you to. You know that, Josey.”
He kissed me again and it just rolled. I kissed him with all my loneliness and frustration. I kissed him with the need that had been building up while Teddy was away, and I kissed Frank with all the repressed lust I’d felt for him all those years. Teddy slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked it hungrily. Frank lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around him. I was weightless to him, and that was so hot. He turned and deposited me on the bed.
Frank stood over me and stripped off his shirt. He was lean through the waist, but broad at the shoulders, with arms the size of telephone poles. Those arms were covered with a scramble of tattoos, the result of impulse, not a plan. A big Celtic cross was inked in the center of his hairy chest, like a superhero symbol. All the ink made Frank seem strong and masculine. Teddy doesn’t have any ink. He’s not the kind of guy. It was exciting to just lay back and watch Frank strip. He pulled down his jeans and underwear, and a huge piece of meat sprang into view. He caught me staring at that thing and smiled. He had to be used to that reaction.
I scrambled back as he joined me on the bed. He pulled at the brass buttons on the front of my denim skirt and then pushed his hand underneath. My silky panties were damp, and I moaned when he rubbed me there. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was my husband touching me, but Frank’s hands were big and strong. His calloused fingers brushed my thighs. There was no mistaking those for my husband’s smooth hands. Frank rubbed me there and had me panting before my clothes even came off. He kissed me again and I reached for him. My fingers barely closed around that monster. He grunted into our kiss when I tugged it.
Frank pulled off my top and I shed my bra. His hands crushed my breasts and his rough fingers on my tender swollen buds made me moan and tremble. He pinched my nipples to the edge of pain, and I whimpered into our kiss. Teddy was never that rough with me. I loved how Frank handled me.
“Your tits are fucking perfect, Josey,” he marveled.
“Your hands are perfect. Touch me, babe,” I moaned.
He dropped a hand lower, touching me there again.
“Ahh…Frank…” I gasped, spreading my legs wider when he peeled my panties away from my smooth mound. I was glad I was freshly shaved, even though I couldn’t have anticipated this.
I spread my legs wider when his thick fingers pushed inside me. Frank sucked and nibbled on my buds, and I cried at the ceiling. Those fingers slowly pushed into me, filling me, and I couldn’t believe Frank had me so hot so fast. I felt a little slutty for how easily I spread for him. He kissed lower, flicking his tongue around the stud piercing my belly button, and skipped lower, past my skirt.
Frank was smooth. He whipped my panties right off and pulled a leg over his shoulder when he buried his face in my pussy. My back arched and I wailed when he sucked my clit. He pulled me open and fucked me with his tongue. He was eager to drink from me and I was soaked, giving him what he wanted. His stubble scraped my thighs and I squeezed tighter. I was past pretending this was my husband. I wanted to feel that it was Frank. He returned his focus to my throbbing nub, his tongue nimble as a ballerina and my body tightened for a moment before the pleasure burst out from my core.
“Ahh…Frank…ahh…yeah…” I cried, pulling at his hair as I shook through my climax. Frank made me come more easily in less time than Teddy ever had.
He moved over me. and I welcomed him. Frank hadn’t even fully undressed me, but he was fucking me. My skirt was mostly unbuttoned and pushed up around my waist, and I still wore my heeled black ankle boots. I whined when he pushed that thing inside me. Frank had to be twice as big as Teddy and I just wasn’t ready. Frank took his time then, easing it deeper and deeper into me. He stared down at me in wonder, like he couldn’t believe we were really doing it. I pulled him down and kissed him. I stretched around him like a second skin, but I was soaked and soon he was balls deep. I wasn’t a virgin when I met Teddy, but I don’t think I’d ever been so filled. When Frank started moving in me, I came again. I think I saw stars.
“Yes…yes…yes…oh god…yes…” I huffed as he got moving.
“Ohh…Josey…can’t believe this…so good…so fucking good…”
“Ahh…believe it babe…you’re so big…I love it babe…don’t stop…”
“Never…fuck Josey…never…”
“I’m yours tonight, babe. Take me…please…”
Frank lost control then. It felt like he was trying to pound me right through the bed. He was a powerful man, and he punished my pussy. My legs wrapped around him, my heels digging into his back, spurring him into me. I came and came again. I don’t know if it was the booze, but it felt like he would go all night. I finally needed to catch my breath and pushed him off me. Frank rolled onto his back, and I snuggled into his side, stroking his big, slimy dick with my hand. I wanted to keep him hard. When I stopped trembling from my orgasms, I wanted him again. I shed my skirt and boots and climbed up on top of him, slipping down on his pole. He went even deeper like that, and it felt like he was going to turn me inside out.
“Oh…My…God…” I cried. “Yeah…yeah…yeah…”
“Fuck you’re beautiful, Josey. Watching you…like that…oh shit…”
I rode him with a nice, steady rhythm and he grabbed my tits again. He mauled them and pulled my nipples. I screamed and came again. It was getting embarrassing. Frank make me come at will, but he hadn’t come once. He must have thought Teddy hadn’t fucked me in years. With Frank inside me, it felt like I’d never properly been fucked.
Frank finally finished by turning me on my hands and knees. My face was pressed into the mattress while he hammered away behind me. That had to be his favorite because he pounded and grunted, rutting in me like an animal.
“Fucking love your ass, Josey. What a fucking ass!” he called.
Frank spanked me hard, and I cried out. He did it again, and I begged him for more. I learned I needed a real man to use my body and I didn’t know if I would be the same after that. Frank taught me more about my body that night than my husband had in eight years of marriage. Frank pulled my hair and yanked my head back while he rode me from behind.
“Yeah…yeah…oh god yeah…” I wailed.
I came one more time, locking my pussy around his big tool.
“Fuck, Josey…yeah!” he cried.
Frank wrestled his cock out of my tight, creaming grasp and shot his seed on my ass, up my back, and into my hair. That guy came like a firehose. I loved feeling his hot load on my skin. It made me feel so slutty.
I don’t think we slept at all that night. We cuddled until I felt him stirring again, and I took him in my mouth. Trying to suck that thing was an adventure. I think we fucked in every conceivable position that night, ending with what felt a lot like making love, Frank gazing down at me while he slowly screwed me. I was so sore the next day I could barely walk. I’d never been so satisfied.
We finally climbed out of bed around noon and shared a shower, where I blew him one last time. I took his load right down my throat, demanding it when he tried to pull out. I wore a robe when I saw him to the door. Our make-out session almost turned into Frank bending me over the couch, but he had to get out of there. At least his truck was back at the bar and the neighbors wouldn’t be wondering why it had been there all night.
It was weird after that. Frank and I shared longing looks whenever we saw each other. All I could think about was how he felt inside me and how much I missed it. I wanted Frank so badly it was like a physical need, but I was not going to carry on an affair with my husband’s best friend. Doing it once was bad enough. Teddy was clueless as always. He never caught on, even when he almost walked in on us during a moment of weakness. Frank made it clear I could have him any time I wanted him. God, did I want him, but I had to stay strong.
My resolve stayed strong until the night the lights went out during a storm. Teddy was out of town — again. I knew better than to call Frank, but Teddy texted him and asked him to come over and check on me. Frank showed up on my doorstep, and I just couldn’t resist. I mean, if my husband was going to send him to me, I was a fool if I didn’t take the opportunity. Frank stayed and used me for three days that time until Teddy returned from his work trip. I gave him my ass. If my husband ever wondered why I was walking funny and couldn’t stop smiling, he didn’t ask.
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