A Wild Night with Her Husband's Friend

The moans were loud enough that Amelia wondered how Matt could still be asleep. He'd always been a heavy sleeper, though.

Amelia was not so lucky. It didn't take much to wake her up and the distinct sounds of female pleasure coming from down the hallway were more than enough to drag her from sleep and into the waking world.

There would be no hope of going back to sleep until the sex was over so Amelia let her mind wander a little. Was the girl actually enjoying the sex that much, or was she the sort to put on a performance to make sure the guy thought he was some sort of sex god?

Either seemed possible, though Troy - Matt's friend and the owner of the lovely house they were staying at for the weekend - struck Amelia as the kind of man that might actually be something close to a sex god. He certainly possessed the confidence of a man that had given countless women exceptionally good orgasms. Either that or he was delusional about his capabilities.

The three of them had gone out to a restaurant and Troy had slipped away from the booth after they’d finished their entrees. Ten minutes later he'd come back with a beautiful girl on his arm. Penelope was her name, though Amelia knew there'd be no reason to remember it as it wasn't likely the lovely girl would ever see Troy again after a night in his bed.

They'd all had dessert together and then gone back to Troy's house. They'd had drinks on the deck and then Amelia and Matt had gone to bed while Troy and his new friend watched TV.

Amelia would have enjoyed gossiping about Matt's friend, but he was asleep before she'd finished brushing and flossing. She climbed into bed and sleep came quickly for her too - they'd had quite a few drinks that night - but now Amelia was wide awake and listening as Troy fucked Penelope.

She wondered if it wasn't the first time they'd had sex that night. Perhaps the first time had been downstairs and Amelia hadn't woken up. Perhaps she'd just been in a deeper sleep the first time.

Amelia looked at her husband as Penelope got louder. She tried to remember the last time she'd moaned so loudly during sex. It was an unkind thought - Matt was a wonderful husband - but it popped into her head despite its uncharitable nature.

The truth was, it had been a long time since Amelia had gotten fucked the way it sounded like Penelope was getting fucked. She was surprised to feel a yearning for that kind of sex, a yearning that slowly transitioned to arousal as the sounds of Penelope's moans continued to float down the hallway and into their room.

Amelia looked towards the ceiling and then closed her eyes. She pictured the beautiful young woman on her back. She pictured her legs spread with Troy between them. She pictured his cock moving in and out of her.

Just like that, Amelia was masturbating. It hadn't happened purposefully. Her hand had just made its way between her legs and into her satin shorts. Her finger was moving over her clit as Penelope's moans filled the air.

In her head, Penelope was having the best sex a woman had ever had. Amelia was sure it wasn't that good, but she was fantasizing and there was no point in conjuring a dull fantasy.

Then the fantasy shifted. It wasn't Penelope on her back in Troy's bed. It was Amelia. It was her legs spread. It was her pussy taking Troy's cock, which was utterly perfect in the fantasy. It was long and thick and reached just the right depth. It stretched her so nicely. He lingered just a little with each thrust to offer more stimulation for her clit. He fucked her perfectly and she was the one moaning wildly.

The fantasy panicked her. Amelia pulled her hand from her shorts and slid it under her ass, as if doing so would prevent her from masturbating.

The moans continued. Amelia kept her eyes open, but the fantasy still danced through her head. It wasn't Penelope getting fucked. It was her. It was Amelia. It was her pussy being filled by Troy's utterly perfect cock, even though Amelia had no idea what his cock actually looked like.

She turned her head to look at Matt, hoping that seeing her husband would wipe away the fantasy. It didn't, though. Instead, Amelia experienced a moment of annoyance as she looked at Matt. She wondered why he couldn't fuck her the way Troy was fucking Penelope. She wondered why it felt like their sex life had become so boring. Her desire was so acute that she couldn't locate the good sense that would remind her that Matt was a wonderful man and a loving husband and that they actually had pretty good sex for a couple that had been together nearly ten years.

Amelia turned away and stared at the ceiling once more. She pushed thoughts of Matt out of her head as he didn't deserve any scorn. He was a good man and a good husband. He deserved only her adoration.

In that moment, though, Amelia thought only of Troy. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and she was in his bed again. Her legs were spread again. His hand was on her breast. His cock was inside her. His touch was gentle but firm enough to make her pussy even wetter. He kissed her neck. He told her how beautiful she was. He told her how good her pussy felt.

Amelia opened her eyes. She had a hand on her breast and another in her shorts. She was masturbating again. She was close to cumming, too. She pulled her hand away. She looked at Matt and then carefully got out of bed to try not to wake him. She told herself to go to the bathroom, but instead Amelia tiptoed towards the door, opened it slowly, and stepped into the hallway.

It was immediately apparent that Troy had not closed his door. The moans were just too loud. Amelia could hear the sounds of sex, too. She could hear Troy and Penelope's bodies meeting with every thrust. She could hear the gentle groaning of Troy's bed frame, which probably indicated he needed a new one before he broke it.

Amelia told herself to go downstairs and get a glass of water. She told herself to get as far away from the sounds of sex as she could. Then she turned towards Troy's room and tiptoed down the hallway.

Amelia stopped a few feet from his door. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. She let the sounds of sex wash over her. She felt her hand move into her shorts. She felt her finger move between her pussy lips and into the extreme wetness that her fantasizing had generated. She rubbed her clit as Penelope moaned so blissfully.

"I'm cumming!" Penelope cried out.

Troy fucked her right through her orgasm, which was stunningly loud and beautiful. Jealousy coursed through Amelia's body as she felt absolutely certain that she'd never had an orgasm like that. It probably wasn't true - Matt wasn't bad in bed - but in the moment Amelia's brain and body were convinced that she'd never cum the way Penelope had just cum.

"You're incredible," Penelope said after a lengthy orgasm. "Just incredible."

"So are you," Troy replied. "You're so beautiful and your body...your body is unbelievable."

Amelia was surprised at how desperately she wished Troy was uttering those words to her, that she was the one on her back in his bed with his cock buried inside her as he showered her in erotic praise.

"Yeah? And my pussy? Does my pussy feel good?"

"So fucking good," he replied.

"Would you like to enjoy my body in another position?" Penelope asked.

"Would you be up for doggystyle?"

She moaned. "I would."

Amelia listened as they shifted positions. Not long after she heard Penelope moan.

"You can fuck me harder," she said. "I can take it."

Troy clearly took her up on that, as the sounds of sex got louder. His hips must have been crashing into her ass with every thrust.

"Spank me."

The sound of a hard smack on the ass filled the air. Amelia closed her eyes. She grasped one of her breasts. She slipped a hand into her shorts. She masturbated. She found herself in the fantasy again. She was in Troy's bed. She was on her hands and knees. She was being taken from behind. She wasn't sure she'd ever been taken in any position by Matt, but Troy was the kind of man that took a woman and that filled her body with arousal when he did.

"Oh, fuck, that feels so fucking good," Penelope said. "Fuck me harder."

Amelia was overcome with a desire to see them fucking. She knew it was crazy, but she had to see it. She inched closer to the door while leaning against the wall. Her heart pounded as she took a deep breath and leaned into the doorway.

Troy and Penelope happened to be facing the door and they both looked at her immediately. Amelia froze as a crippling wave of embarrassment washed over her. She'd fucked up. She'd gotten greedy. She should have just gone downstairs, gotten a glass of water, and gotten back in bed. Now she'd been caught spying on Matt's friend and the beautiful girl he was fucking.

Troy stopped thrusting, though he remained inside Penelope, who didn't looked even the slightest bit perturbed at Amelia's presence. Instead, her lips curled into a smile.

"Why don't you come in?" she said.

Amelia stepped into the doorway, but she didn't say a word. All she did was stare at the two naked people in the bed.

"It's okay, Amelia," Troy said. "You can come in."

Amelia couldn't move. She couldn't say a word. It felt like her feet were stuck in concrete.

Penelope inched forward until Troy's cock slipped out of her and then she got out of bed and sauntered towards Amelia with a smile on her face.

"I can see that you're turned on," she said before glancing at Amelia's nipples, which were hard and poking through her top. "I'm pretty sure you've been listening. I'm also absolutely certain that my pussy got a little bit wetter at the idea of you listening to us fuck while your husband is asleep in the room down the hallway, so why don't you come in and join us?"

Penelope didn't wait for an answer. She took Amelia's hand and led her towards the bed as Troy grasped his slick cock and stroked it slowly, drawing Amelia's eyes towards it.

To her amazement, his dick was just as perfect as it had been in her fantasy. The head was bigger than she'd imagined, but that only made it sexier. It immediately struck Amelia as the sort of cock that would bring any woman the kind of pleasure that Penelope had clearly experienced.

Amelia was so awestruck by Troy's cock that she barely noticed Penelope undressing her from behind. Her shorts were pulled down and her top lifted over her head. It wasn't until Penelope kissed back of Amelia's neck and grasped her breasts that she fully recognized that she'd stepped deeper into this situation than she was prepared for.

Amelia panicked for a moment, and then Troy crawled closer and kissed her. His lips parted and his tongue gently moved into her mouth and just like that she melted. Every bit of panic and angst went away and in their place was pleasure. Pure, warm, perfect pleasure.

Pleasure that led Amelia to take Troy's cock in her hand and stroke it. Pleasure that led her to moan into his mouth as Penelope's hand moved down Amelia's stomach and between her legs.

"She's soaked," Penelope whispered. "I think she wants you, Troy. I think she wants you inside her. I think her tight little pussy could use a good, long fucking from your perfect cock."

Penelope was right. That's exactly what Amelia wanted.

"Is that what you want?" Troy asked.

Her fingers were still around his cock. She was still stroking him. Her brain screamed at her to tell him no, to back away, to get dressed, to run to her husband, to crawl into bed with him, to climb on top of him, to ride his dick until he came inside her so that she could wash away the guilt she already felt.

Her brain lost to the overwhelming desires of her body. "Yes, that's what I want," she confessed.

"He's going to fuck you so good," Penelope whispered. "He's going to make you cum so hard. You won't regret it, I promise."

Troy backed up and Amelia crawled into the bed and towards him. They kissed. He groped her ass while she stroked his cock. He managed to pick her up - an impressive display of strength and skill - and set her on her back. Amelia was living out the fantasy she'd had while listening to them fuck.

Troy rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy lips. They kissed as Amelia reached down to guide it inside her. She moaned into his mouth as he filled her slowly.

"You're so tight," he whispered.

"You're so big."

"I'll take my time."

He kissed her tenderly while fucking her slowly. He played with her breasts. He caressed her legs. His cock moved in and out of her. It reached depths that no man's cock ever had. It stretched her in ways Matt's cock didn't, though Amelia wasn't thinking at all about her husband in that moment. She wasn't thinking about anything other than how good it felt to get fucked by Troy.

"That's so fucking hot."

Amelia turned her head to see Penelope sitting in a chair by the bed. Her legs were spread and she was masturbating while she watched them fuck. For some reason, it made Amelia wetter to know that she had an audience.

She turned to Troy and said, "Fuck me harder...and faster."

Troy smiled, kissed her, and delivered. As he did, Amelia ascended to a place of pure bliss. The slow, deep thrusts felt good, but this was something else entirely. This was sexual perfection. This was bliss. This was being in bed with a god of a man who could deliver a woman to heights of pleasure that no other man could.

The world fell away as Amelia took his cock. It was just her and him. It was his body and her body. It was his cock and her pussy.

Then she felt her impending orgasm. She felt it coming. She knew right away it would be a climax unlike any other she could remember having. Her toes tingled and then the same happened to her fingers. Her loins heated up. Her pussy got wetter.

"Troy...I'm close," she said.

It wasn't until then that Amelia realized how loudly she was moaning. She couldn't help herself, though. She understood why Penelope had been so loud. It wasn't a performance. It was just great sex. Otherworldly sex.

"Cum inside her, Troy," Penelope said.

He groaned and so did Amelia. She wanted it. She needed it. She'd never needed anything like she needed him to cum inside her in that moment.

"Cum inside me," she said. Even uttering the words turned her on. The idea of it made her whole body tingle. It made the pleasure of those pre-orgasmic moments even more significant.

The build up to her climax had been slow, but then it arrived all at once and nearly overwhelmed her. It happened mere moments after Troy buried his cock inside her and unleashed a series of low grunts and groans while spilling his seed in her pussy. Amelia saw the look on his face and it triggered the most incredible orgasm of her life.

She screamed. She couldn't help it. Then she moaned wildly as she wrapped her legs around him. Her fingers and toes went numb. Her pussy tingled and spasmed around the cock inside her. Her thighs trembled hard and then her whole body felt weak in that way that only happens when you've had such a good orgasm that you exerted most of your available energy in the climax.

"Oh my god," she said softly. "I've...I've never cum like that. You're incredible."

"So are you."

Troy kissed her deeply with his cock still inside her and Amelia felt perfectly happy in that moment.

"Someone's been watching," Penelope said.

Troy straightened his arms to lift his body off Amelia's – though his cock remained inside her - and they both looked towards the door. Matt was standing there in his boxers. Amelia was certain that the look on her husband's face was the same look she had when she'd stepped into the doorway.

"I think he enjoyed watching," Penelope added.

Amelia saw the tent in her husband's underwear. She ran her fingers down Troy's back, grabbed his ass, and pulled him as deep inside her as she could. Matt's eyes followed her hands and he moaned softly as lured Troy's dick deeper into her.

"Do you want me, Matt?" she asked.

He nodded. Troy pulled out and rolled into his back next to Amelia. Matt stepped into the room, pulled off his underwear, and crawled into the bed and between her legs.

She guided his cock inside her. She could barely feel him, but Matt didn't need to know that.

"Fuck me," she said.

It was over in less than thirty seconds. Amelia barely felt anything. That didn't stop her from feeling blissful, though, especially as Matt came inside her and buried his head in the crook of her neck.

As he did, Amelia turned towards Troy and saw him smiling. She smiled back at him for she knew that he'd fuck her again before their visit was over. She suspected that he'd fuck her as many times as she wanted before they left and that Matt wouldn't put up a fight. After all, a man doesn't cum in less than thirty seconds unless he's hugely aroused.

"Penelope," Troy began, "how would you feel about licking that cum out of Amelia's pussy and sharing some of it with her while I watch?"

"It would be my pleasure."

Amelia smiled as Matt pulled out and crawled to the foot of the bed. Penelope got up, kissed her, and then moved between her legs. She looked up, ran her fingers over Amelia's thighs, and plunged her tongue inside her in search of cum.

Amelia figured they'd wait until morning to continue their pursuit of pleasure, but it seemed that Troy had other plans, plans that she was more than happy to go along with.