I keep thinking about the wife of my good friend and how she said goodbye in San Diego. I keep remembering what we did and picturing it in my head, seeing her beneath me and watching my cock push up into her. I had not realized how she felt until those farewells in California. I had always cared deeply for Claire, and Dave is probably my best friend, but I never thought she felt as I did. I was, of course, surprised by his willingness to have Claire and I express our desires for one another so openly, but I could not deny he had allowed me great liberty and license with his wife, letting me fuck her in the motel and spend the night with her. Her writing me every week was an incredible gesture on her part. The amount of sexual intimacy in the letters was also a hard thing to believe, but I enjoyed them over and over.
Claire and I had always been friendly, but we’d never been together or openly sexual or expressed outward affection. When her letters started talking about what we would do when I returned, I realized they never talked about the three of us, it was always she and I doing whatever she was speaking of. She outlined many things she wanted us to do, places to go together, events we could attend together, time we would spend together doing things we both liked: camping, boating, traveling, attending concerts and entertainers we’d go and see.
My second R&R would be in Japan and she wrote that she would be flying there that month. I met her at the airport in Tokyo and when I saw her she ran to meet me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me for maybe three minutes. We stood in the crowd of people holding one another, kissing and fondling each other, like kids on a first date. Not caring who was watching, I held her bottom and lifted her off the ground, squeezing her ass cheeks openly.
One of my buddies saw us and gave me a thumbs up, and i nodded to him as if I’d just won the lottery, which of course, I had. On the cab ride to our hotel she began kissing and grabbing me and my hand went directly to her underpants. My fingers pushed the material to the side and slid into her. She kept telling me how much she missed me and how she was going to fuck my brains out when we got to the hotel.
“I never realized how much I’d miss you,” she said giving me a warm kiss, “but I can’t stand being away from you. I feel you in my pussy when we are apart. I might just let you fuck me right here in this airport,” she added. “Right in front of all these people. Can we hurry to the hotel?”
We asked the cab driver to hurry and he did just that, speeding through traffic like a NASCAR driver. I put my hand on her leg and she took her hand and moved my palm up her leg under her dress. I moved my fingers to where her panties would be if she had any, which she didn’t. I saw the driver’s eyes in the rearview as he watched me put my hand to her pussy. Claire moved her knees apart openly, not caring if he saw, and pushed her hips forward, helping my hand reach her crotch. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Tell him to hurry. I might come just having your hand there.”
At the hotel we raced to the elevator and held one another as it slowly made its way up towards the top floor. Once inside she put her mouth on mine and searched for my tongue. “Oh I’ve missed you, baby,” she said. I asked how Dave was and she quickly said ‘fine’.
She told me she wanted me home as soon as possible. She said she was looking for a place for us, which surprised me and I asked again about Dave. “Dave knows I want to move in with you,” she said. “I think he has accepted it. When you get home, and we get a place, it will be sex, sex, sex. As much as possible. How does that sound?”
I told her it sounded wonderful, but asked again how Dave was doing with it. “Dave knows how I feel about you,” she said. “And he will accept us being together. He has to.”
I fumbled with the key card at the door, then we almost fell into the room. I started taking her clothes off as we entered the room and she ran naked across the living room to the bed, throwing back the covers and diving into bed. “You need to be in me as soon as possible,” she said.
I was stumbling as I stepped out of my pants and made for the bed. She took hold of my already erect penis and guided it between her legs. I entered her in one quick movement, thrusting in in a very wet and open vagina. “Oh yes, fuck me,” she yelled, her legs in the air and her knees wide apart, her words echoing through the hotel room.
We didn’t leave the bed for nearly ten hours, then we went to dinner and came back to fuck until we both fell asleep in a heap. I woke up at two and she had my penis in her mouth, her tongue swiping down the side of my dick as she licked and sucked on my hardening penis.
“Sorry I woke you,” she said with a wicked smile.
“No problem at all,” I said as I fought to take a breath. She sucked on me until I came, and then she swallowed every drop that came from my erupting cock. “I love how you taste,” she said, licking and sucking what was left of my sperm as it seeped out of my cock.
When I had regained some composure, she said, “I want you inside of me. I want you to come in me.” I managed to get hard again and then climbed on top of her, sliding myself into her as fast as I could. I fucked her for as long as I could before I came again, then we then slept, then we fucked again in the morning.
In thirty minutes we were standing at the cash register in the restaurant, kissing and the waiter asked if we were newlyweds. “No,” I said, I’m not sure why I told him. “She’s my best friend’s wife.”
He gave me a you-lucky-dog look and winked. I kissed her and put my hand on her bottom and took hold of a cheek. After breakfast we took a walk to the pool and then on to some shops. We walked hand in hand through the shops and then before we left we stood and kissed for another few minutes, enjoying the moment and each other.
We went to the room, had sex, then lunch, then we went back to the sex again. Before we left the room the next morning she said, “You’re going to think all I want to do is have sex with you.”
“There are other things?” I asked.
“No, you’re right. There is nothing else,” she said with a sly smile, kissing me.
It has been six months since I’ve seen her and I am now heading back to the states. She is going to meet me at LAX and then we’ll drive up to Santa Barbara from there. She found a place in San Luis Obispo and we plan to head there after seeing Dave. I haven’t talk to him for a while, so I don’t really know how he is adjusting to all of this change, but Claire seems to think everything is fine.
As we pulled into the driveway at Dave and Claire’s, I notice that his truck was parked at the curb and some of her things were in the bed. When we go in Dave csme to me and we hugged. When we finished he kissed Claire and then motioned for us to have a seat.
“So you’ll be moving to San Luis,” he said without much emotion.
“Yeah, that’s the plan,” I said, trying to be as casual as I could, not wanting to rub it in.