Pete ran out the door, stopping briefly to give Amy a peck on the cheek. He was late for work. As his car pulled out of the garage, Amy noticed her husband had left his phone on the kitchen counter. She ran out to catch him, but it was too late. She looked at the screen and realized it was still open with a text message from his secretary. Are we still on for tonight?
Suspicious about what it meant, Amy scrolled up and found a photo of her husband with his cock buried deep inside his secretary, who was bent over a desk. Another photo showed her smiling up at him with cum running down her face and dripping from the tip of his cock. There were more incriminating texts and photos, some with the two of them fucking on the bed she shared with Pete.
Amy was devastated. She had built a life around her family and prided herself on their solid marriage. As in all relationships, the frequency of sex had dropped off after kids, but they still fucked every few days. Why did he have to stick his dick in another woman’s pussy? Wasn’t she adventurous enough? She had done everything he was doing with his secretary, including anal and some light BDSM.
Amy didn’t think her looks were the problem. At thirty-five, she had maintained a youthful appearance. Her dark blonde hair framed a pretty face with just a hint of crow’s feet around her brown eyes. She worked hard to keep her five-foot-six athletic body fit. Her tits weren’t huge, but they were nicely shaped and rode high on her chest. Her stomach was flat except for a slight baby bump that was hardly noticeable, and no one she knew had a tighter ass.
Rage and heartbreak twisted in her gut. Amy had to get out of the house. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she climbed in the car and drove away. She needed to talk with someone, and Brooke, her best friend, would listen and not judge. Amy pulled into her driveway and knocked on the front door. Brooke, a stunning thirty-four-year-old with light brown hair and full breasts, answered.
“Oh honey, what’s happened,” Brooke said the moment she saw Amy’s red-rimmed eyes.
Amy couldn’t hold back the tears. “Pete’s cheating on me with his secretary.”
After opening a bottle of wine, they settled on the couch in Brooke’s living room. Amy poured out her heart, words tumbling out about the betrayal and the way her world felt like it was crumbling. Brooke listened intently, her hand resting on Amy’s knee, offering soft reassurances. She poured Amy another glass.
“Thanks for listening, Brooke,” Amy said. “I’m sorry to burden you with all this.”
“Honey, that’s what I’m here for. The question is, what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. I can’t let him keep cheating on me. I need to confront him.”
“If you do, he’ll either deny it or tell you it won’t happen again, but he’ll be lying. You can get a divorce, but that’s not good for the kids.”
Amy put her hands on her head. “What would you do, Brooke?”
“I never told you this, Amy, but last year I found out Jake was cheating on me. I got even. Getting fucked by other men has been liberating, and believe it or not, sex with Jake has improved.”
“Oh my god. Does Jake know?” Amy asked.
“I didn’t tell him, but I think he knows. We have the best of both worlds. We get to fuck whoever we want and still be a good Mom and Dad for the kids.”
“I couldn’t do that, Brooke. I’m not like you. I wouldn’t feel comfortable having sex with another man.”
“But you’ve fantasized about it, haven’t you? You must have masturbated thinking about someone you know or saw on the street, or some hunk in a magazine or a movie. I’ll bet you’ve imagined someone else’s cock in your pussy when your husband was fucking you. We all have.”
Amy’s face turned red. “That’s different. It’s a fantasy. It’s not real.”
“Then make it real. I can introduce you to someone discreet. Or, if you don’t want to have sex with other men, there’s another option.”
“What’s that?”
Brooke leaned in to wipe a tear from Amy’s cheek. Their lips brushed together lightly. Amy pulled away, her eyes filled with confusion. Brooke kissed her again. Amy let it happen. A strange urge bubbled inside her. She needed to be loved now more than ever. The kiss lingered and deepened, tongues swirling as passions flared, saliva running down their chins.
Brooke’s hand went under Amy’s blouse and into her lace bra, her palm squeezing the soft flesh, a fingertip teasing Amy’s nipple. Amy moaned, squeezing her thighs together to contain the pressure yearning to burst from between her legs. Slowly, Brooke removed Amy’s blouse and bra. She sat up and tossed her braless top aside. The kiss resumed, their bodies pressing together, nipples rubbing as the perky tips dragged against each other.
Brooke’s hand slipped into Amy’s shorts, fingers parting her slick folds. Amy gasped and spread her legs. Brooke slid her lips to one of Amy’s nipples, sucking it into her mouth. Two fingers plunged into Amy’s overheated pussy. She gasped and fell back on the couch, pulling Brooke with her. Brooke curled her fingers up Amy’s steamy passage, searching for that special spot inside. She found it.
“Oh, oh, oh fuck…uuuhhh…uuuhhh…”
Amy’s body twisted and jerked against Brooke’s thrusting fingers, juices seeping out and running down her ass. Brooke moved her mouth to the other nipple and bit down on the erect tip, sending Amy into another bout of orgasmic convulsions. Brooke pulled her dripping fingers from Amy’s pussy and licked them clean. Amy collapsed, her breathing deep, her body trembling. She looked up at Brooke, eyes wide with wonder.
“Oh my god, Brooke, it’s never happened like that before.”
“Roll onto your stomach,” Brooke ordered.
Still trembling, Amy complied, turning over and lifting her ass instinctively. Brooke kissed down Amy’s back before spreading her cheeks. Her tongue found Amy’s asshole, licking the tight ring with firm, wet strokes, making Amy whimper and push back. She moved to Amy’s pussy, fucking her with her tongue and rolling her clit between her thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, oh, oh god…lick me, fuck me with your tongue.”
Brooke moved her tongue back to Amy’s puckered asshole, rimming it eagerly. She plunged three fingers into Amy’s dripping pussy, fucking them in and out and teasing her clit with a thumb. Amy cried out, burying her face in the cushions as another climax hit, her body shaking, her pussy clenching, juices flooding Brooke’s hand.
“Your turn,” Brooke said, lying back on the couch with her thighs parted.
Amy rolled over, her eyes gleaming with newfound fire. She climbed on top of Brooke and kissed her, then trailed her lips down Brooke’s body, sucking on her pert nipples until they were slick and red. She moved her face between Brooke’s thighs, breathing in the musky aroma and staring at her friend’s shaved mound, her glistening pink folds peeking out from the gash down the middle and her swollen clit throbbing with life.
Amy shot out her tongue, tasting Brooke’s tangy arousal and circling the clit before sucking it between her lips. Brooke’s fingers tangled in Amy’s hair, pulling her friend’s mouth tighter until it encircled her mound. Amy’s tongue thrust in and out, lapping up the juices seeping from her friend’s steamy hole. Brooke’s moans grew louder, hips grinding against Amy’s face. She came hard, thighs clamping around Amy’s head, her pussy pulsing as she flooded Amy’s mouth.
“You’re good,” Brooke said, catching her breath. “Is this your first time with another woman?”
“It is,” Amy replied. “I take it you’ve done this before.”
“Many times. It’s not just men I fuck.”
Brooke pulled Amy close. They kissed, their tits rubbing together as they fingered each other. Brooke rolled onto her back and pulled Amy on top of her in a sixty-nine position. Her nose pressed against Amy’s asshole. Her tongue licked the juices from her pussy. Amy pumped two fingers in and out of Brooke’s cunt while licking her clit.
Brooke went off first, her pussy clenching Amy’s fingers. Juices splattered Amy’s face, seeping between Brooke’s cheeks and over her sphincter. After catching her breath, Brooke shoved a finger up Amy’s ass and fluttered her tongue across her clit. A scream reverberated through the house as Amy flooded Brooke’s mouth with sticky girl-cum.
Amy was still recovering when Brooked repositioned their bodies. Amy was on her side with her legs spread. Brooke straddled Amy’s thigh, their wet folds aligning, then pressing together, clits grinding in slippery friction as juices mixed, building a rhythm that had them both gasping. Brooke rocked faster, her clit throbbing against Amy’s, her eyes wild with passion.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck…”
They peaked together, bodies shuddering in a shared release, pussy cum mixing and seeping down Amy’s thigh, staining the couch below them. They continued to grind their slick folds and throbbing clits. Amy went off again, squirting directly into Brooke’s pussy. Moments later, Brooke pushed up on her knees, furiously rubbing her clit, and sprayed a powerful stream of girl-cum all over Amy’s tits and stomach.
Panting and spent, they collapsed in a tangle of limbs, skin sticky with sweat and release. Brooke smiled and looked into Amy’s glazed-over eyes.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom, and I’ll fuck you with my strap-on.”
Amy followed, Brooke holding her hand as they headed up the stairs.
