In the kitchen with ......

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coming downstairs for breakfast after finishing something for work .. i see you in the fridge looking for something to drink .. and i see you wearing something of my wife's and i mistake you for her as i come up behind you and give your ass a good grab then kiss your neck before realizing you are my wife's friend .. and i back away and look confused and blushing .." he y hey .mmm ummm ... ... ... ummm i umm wheres kelly ?" i stumble with my words and stumble back against the kitchen island
 
I'm shifting jars and containers in the fridge looking for some apple juice so not really aware of what's going on behind me and certainly not listening so the first I know there's someone else in the kitchen is when my ass is given a good squeeze and my neck is kissed and I know immediately who it is from the cologne that he's wearing.

It's Kelly's husband and I just freeze.


He's mumbling something about "Where's Kelly?" and I realize he's mistaken me for Kelly 'cos I'm wearing one of Kelly's shifts that she's given me. It's kind of loose fitting and I'm immediately aware that I'm wearing nothing underneath it. Not a stitch: no bra no panties, nothing.


So what now?
Perhaps it's best to just laugh it off but ... well he is kinda nice but ... he's my best friend's husband.
Dilemma time.
 
and Kelly's husband is black,,, you always craved for it,,,but he is your best friend's husband,,,,,so what,,,he can look after your desires,,,he is the man you fantasize, probably Kelly will agree to share with you,,,she shares every other thing,,,about husband,,,well you are beautiful, he will come around,,,after all,,,two are better than one
 
< name bill - 6' 210 46 chest 33 waist big brn eyes full lips shrt brn hair ... bare chest back and below my waist > look a little like tim allen but i am bigger

Looking at you in my wife's shirt and the light from the fridge showing what is and isn't under ... i flush a little and lick my lips retasting the flesh of your neck and i squeeze my hand like it remembers your ass in it ...

" I thought you were .. i mean ... i guess i didnt know you were gonna be here ... "

" Did you spend the night ?"

How are things ?" i say trying to be casual as i lean on the kitchen island .... looking at you
 
I'm thinking hard.

I know that Bill's wife Kelly and I are very similar.
At school we were often mistaken for sisters - same colour hair and eyes, same complexion and now we're the same height and build although my breasts are larger than Kelly's and, talking of breasts, I'm aware that the cold air pouring out of the fridge has got to my nipples which are tenting the shift I'm wearing like a couple of champagne corks and if I turn round Bill is sure to notice.

"Uh, yeah, I did stay over. Kelly and I split a bottle of wine and well, you know, it seemed easier to stay.
I hope you don't mind."
 
Mind , no ... kelly is always thinking about whats best .. and well i mean we have the space and all so no ... happy to have you "

I say and lean on the counter and try to get better composed and then you turn around and those nipples are pointed right at me daring me not to look or stare ... and i fail miserably at that dare ...

I clear my throat and then turn to get some plates and bowls out of the cupboard .. " i was gonna make some legs i mean eggs and bacon for breakfast ... can i make you something ?"

shaking my head .. looking back at you ... seeing you in the fridge standing there looking like my wife with fuller breasts and my hand squeezes unconsciosuly again .
 
A secret

As I turn away from the fridge I know that Bill will be looking at me and I see his eyes latch onto my nipples and wonder idly if he looks at his wife in the same lustful way.
But of course he does: all men like to look at a sensuously aroused woman even if it is only caused by the cold air from the fridge.

I’d never quite figured out why, when Kelly and I married within a year of each other, she’d finished up with Bill, a lovely guy, and I’d finished up with the jerk that I married. Thank god we’d had no children to put through the vicious divorce that ensued and it was Kelly who was my rock, who held me and supported me through thick and thin.

They say that divorce is when you really learn who your friends are and Kelly shone out like the brightest star in the heavens.
Quite often she’d stay over after my husband had moved out; we slept side by side like a couple of kids on a sleepover but in my marital bed which felt a little weird the first time but as Kelly pointed out, it was my final triumph over my soon to be ex-husband, having my new lover in his bed.
We’d laughed until we cried at the joke and then in a moment of quiet we’d kissed and as quickly pulled apart, not embarrassed but surprised at this possible new element in our friendship.

“Have you ever done this before?” Kelly asked.

I shook my head mutely, tears spilling from my eyes, knowing that for now, I had no physical lover.
“Ssh, let me do something that Bill does for me.” And she did, softly, gently, reminding me of how love should be, not how it had become between my husband and me.

And now here I am, standing in front of Kelly’s open fridge, the cold air giving me goose bumps on my back where the shift is cut so low that it barely covers my butt and I wonder if Kelly ever told Bill about what had passed between us that night.

Bill is sweet and jumbles his words as he offers to fix breakfast for me so I smile and nod my head.
"Yes Bill, I'd like that."

Is this another moment when Kelly and I would discover a new element in our friendship?
 
Hearing you say my name sends a little shiver down my spine and the airs on the back of my neck begin to rise < among other things >

Kelly always talked about you like a sister knew so many things about you ... and i think she knew the man you married wasn't right for you from very early on after the wedding ...

"You 2 split just 1 bottle ?" I ask trying to be a little lighthearted and playful with you to hide a growing concern.

I then mover to the counter and cupboards to pull down some bowls and get out some dishes ...

I turn and see you still standing in the fridge ... " would you mind pulling out the eggs and milk and cheese ... would you like some bacon ?" i ask and i shiver again as the light in the kitchen and from the fridge has lit you from a different angle and i can see what is not under your shirt.

I busy myself putting on some coffee as well ... and then turning and almost bumping into you as you help get some things out of the fridge ...

My nostrils flare at the scent of your warm morning flesh and your eyes so wide and bright i lose myself in them for a moment and then a moment more..

" so how are you doing ?" i ask very sincerely and very caring... your happiness so important to my wife .. and her happiness very important to me
 
Bill is sounding bright as he talks about Kelly and his care for her and her concern for me is heart-warming.
At his request I turn back to the open fridge collecting eggs cheese and bacon, aware immediately that the goose bumps on my back have been replaced by rigid nipples as once again the cold air of the fridge hits my front and as I start to close the door and turn Bill is there to help me and we brush past each other, his arm briefly grazing against my nipples as he reaches for the milk.
It’s nothing, just chance and not intentioned but it creates a tension in the air like just before a thunderstorm: you know one’s coming but it won’t be until the first flash of lightening and clap of thunder that you’ll know for sure.

I watch him as he busies himself at the counter making coffee; there’s a calm competence about him which is so attractive in a man and I lean on the island watching him, his back towards me, understanding immediately why Kelly is so happy with him and my mind wanders, imagining a post coital conversation between them.

“So, who else do you fancy apart from your lovely wife?”

Bill would be wary of answering.
“No one sweetheart, only you.”

Kelly would dig him in the ribs.
“Aw, come on, I’ve seen you looking at Carrie and I know you like her big tits.”

“No honest sweetheart.”

Kelly would reach for Bill’s now flaccid penis.
“What would you say if I told you that Carrie and I had got it on together, that I went down on her?”

Bill’s penis would stir, reserves of blood rushing to engorge him again.
“Really, you did that? When? You never told me.”


I push the thought aside.
Kelly would have told me if she had and I’m sure that Bill would have said something or hinted at something, imagining having a threesome with his wife and her best friend, the one with the big tits and curvaceous ass.

But still …

I don’t know where the voice comes from but I can’t help myself as I ask very suggestively:
“So Bill, do you like cooking fast or … do you like cooking slow?” As this comes out of my mouth I know it’s all wrong but I can’t help myself, my voice dropping a couple of tones and breathy with desire.
 
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Reaching for the milk as Carrie stays there almost purposefully in the way as i reach my arm in and withdraw it from the chilled fridge. My arm brushing her nipple and i feel as it it would leave a line on my arm like a finger nail it was so hard through the shirt.

I ask alexa to play "you can leave your hat on" the kitchen as i get the bowls and plates down and pans and turn on the stove and ready the food and nod my head and hum a little to the music - One of Kelly's favorite songs to dance to and when shes done only have a hat on ;) i smile happily at the thought and image of her in only a hat.

I hear your voice a different tone almost like you are still sleepy but much thicker than that ..as i'm asked how i like to cook ...

I turn to you and my eyes notice your breasts seem even fuller like you are arching a little ... and i blink and blank for a moment ... at your question and then clear my throat with some oj ...

" well that all depends ... cooking slow can really bring out the flavors and nuances of what is being cooked .... but well sometimes yeah ... when you are really hungry and need something now . and i mean now now ... a quick fire and heat can get the job done very nicely... "

" what is your flavor .... i mean favor "

I ask and am so glad you and my wife are so close as she kids me a little about how I sometimes stare at your breasts but not in a jealous way almost in an encouraging way.... but she knows how happy her mouth and breasts and pussy make me she knows she has nothing to be jealous about ..
 
Fast food

I lean right over the island so that my breasts are on full display as the front of the shift falls away.

“Mm I like good flavours and slow cooking can bring out the best in the ingredients, even when there’s only two of us …”
I correct myself immediately.
“… even when there’s only two ingredients in the pot.”

I pause and hold his eyes with mine.
“On the other hand, sometimes cooking fast can be best especially when, as you say, you’re really hungry and don’t want to be disturbed while eating.”

I raise an eyebrow and lick my lips.
“So Bill, are you as hungry as I am? Do you think we should eat right away? We don't have to wait for Kelly. We could always cook something up with her later."

The thunderstorm is about to break.

"What do you think Bill? Shall we eat now?"
 
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Looking at those breast i have stared at sometimes leered at when i was dunk .. and not been scolded by my wife or by you for doing so ... and now there they are on full display proudly ... sexily ..... daring me to not look or say no ...

I lean forward eyes meeting inhaling the scent of your flesh and the scent of my wife on your night shirt as well ...

My nostril flaring my chest heaving

"I am starving ... i didnt get to eat last night "
"when was the last time you were eaten ... when you ate ..?"

and i push the plates to the floor and they crash off the table .. and i grab your hair pulling you to my lips
 
Service.

The crash of the plates and clatter of cutlery on the floor is alarming and exciting at the same time.

Surely it will have woken Kelly and yet it’s like there’s some unseen force drawing us together and the closer we get the stronger it is until our collision is buffered only by our lips but still it pulls, dragging our bodies together and our tongues into each other’s mouths, meeting in in a torrent of saliva that smears our lips and faces, on and on until we break, looking at each other as if saying “What have we done?” and then back again, our only caution not to be discovered by Kelly.

My hand plunges down the front of Bill’s waistband finding his erection and I know I want him here, right now and I pull the shift up around my waist and bend over the island inviting him.

“Quick, quick, before Kelly wonders what all the noise was. Fuck me but be quick.”

And I glance over my shoulder half expecting to see Kelly framed in the doorway.
 
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the pans and pots still clattering on the kitchen floor as i grab your hair as your hand plunges into my shorts and my cock pulses eagerly in your firm grip ...

lips locked tongues dancing and twirling with each other

The teasing of years and years and the innuendo's i have heard you and my wife tossing about with each other coming to a crescendo

I lift you up on the island where the domestic items once were and sitting you there and stepping between your thighs as the red mushroomed tip of my cock emerges in your hand from the waist band of my shorts.

I grip the neck of the shirt you are wearing and give a quick tug and it tears revealing those breasts I have caught fleeting glimpses of and that you have taunted me with. .< perhaps even at the urging of my wife >

and my hands get around them and squeeze and push them together and i start to calm a little like i have reached a plateau and i am mesmerized by their fullness and shape and warmth as your flesh fills my hands and eager hungry eyes
 
Do it now Bill

Bill is playing with my tits, squeezing them and pushing them together and all the time my eyes are fixed on the kitchen doorway expecting Kelly to appear at any moment and what will we say then, what possible explanation can we give her and more importantly what will Kelly make of it?
We don’t have time to be messing around.

“For christ’s sake Bill, if you’re going to fuck me then get on with it before your wife catches us.”
 
pushing you back on the kitchen island laying you out like a fast for the mind and body .... the last pot falls to the floor and spins and rattles for what seems like minutes as i rub my hand on your breasts then down your belly and pushing down on it to make your pussy lips and clit push out more.

The red mushroomed head of my cock pulses and throbs in my hand as i slap it on your mound and then push .. the feeling of my cock entering a pussy for the 1st time a new pussy is amazing ... and i hold still with just the tip inside enveloping then head .. and i grunt and gasp for breath and then push deeper and get further betwen those smooth thighs and looking at your body

looking at those eyes ... which get wider and wider as i push deeper and deeper ... so wide so bright ... so open ....

and then i see a reflection of my wife in them standing in the doorway ...
 
in flagrante delicto

Bill pushes me back on the island and I know it’s going to be now.
Another pan crashes to the floor, spinning like a coin, and I glance again at the doorway, expecting to see Kelly but she’s not there … yet.
She must have heard all the noise. Perhaps she’s giving us enough time so that she can catch us in the act or perhaps she’s just giving us enough time.

Would she do that?

What she did for me when she went down on me was, in my moment of despair during my divorce, an act of unselfish friendship, and it was wonderful but we haven’t done anything like that since.
Perhaps we will someday.

Sure we’ve laughed and joked, all girlfriends do, laughed about sex, laughed about Bill always looking at my tits and played the ‘would you?’ game and once when we were both a little pissed I asked Kelly what she'd say if I said yes and she looked at me and smiled as if she were imagining it happening then the moment passed. But I’ve always known that I would someday and now that someday is here.
I’m so wet and I just want his cock in me and … oh my god he’s big, pushing so deep into me and for the merest moment I screw my eyes up and then open them wider as he pushes again and then wider still but not because of Bill but because of what I can see in the doorway.
Kelly, Bill’s wife, my best friend is standing there watching and I know Bill can’t see her because he’s facing away from the door.
And Bill starts fucking me and then hesitates as if he’s seen or heard something

There’s no point in stopping now.
My legs are wide apart and Bill’s cock is buried in me; there’s nothing we can say.
Perhaps I can make out it’s my fault, that I seduced him, so that Kelly will blame me and forgive Bill.
Would she believe that? I may as well try.

“C’mon Bill, don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me hard.”
 
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hearing that voice telling me to fuck you hard ... and my hips respond and power into your flesh ... holding your hips with you on the kitchen island getting your legs around me smooth and warm and toned.

I watch those tits dance and slap and wiggle as i thrust and fuck you in the kitchen i have shared with my wife for years < and fucked her in this very same place a few times as well >

Building a strong steady fucking rythm.. looking down at your pussy lips stretched and holding my cock tight inside you .. mmm my eyes look into yours filled with lust and desire

I reach down and start to wiggle your clit as my cock stretches your pink puffy pussy lips mmmm wet .... i suck my thumb to taste you and wet my thumb and return it to your little nub of a clit and rub faster feeling the electricity between us the fire the desire .... yessssssss fuck yess take it take my cock fucking take it alll !!!
 
Stupid, stupid, stupid

I’m screaming and crying at the same time, screaming as a massive orgasm overtakes me and crying at what’s happening.
It was me that started the suggestive remarks about food and breakfast.
Bill grabbing my ass was an innocent mistake and I, we, could have brushed it aside and laughed about it with Kelly but now?

Stupid, stupid stupid.

All that suggestive nonsense about cooking slow or fast and yes, Bill went along with it but it was me that started it and now here I am with my back on the island in Kelly’s kitchen and Bill is pounding into me and I want him, want to feel his orgasm in me, want the heat and the wetness that goes with it and all the while Kelly is standing in the doorway watching.

And in the midst of all this an image flashes through my mind of Kelly pushing Bill aside and burying her head between my legs as she licks my wetness and Bill’s cum from the insides of my thighs where it’s pouring from my vagina and then higher, her tongue licking my labia and then higher still to my burning clit and as she does another massive orgasm races through me and I scream again “Yes Yes Yesss.”

But it’s not Kelly, it’s Bill pushing me over the edge again as he unloads into me, jet after jet of hot burning cum.
And all the while Kelly is watching as Bill’s buttocks clench and I melt onto the island like some discarded wet cloth.
 
eyes screwed shut then opening wide and not blinking not breathing i don't even know if my heart is beating or if it has exploded like i have done and done again ... as i feel the squeezing muscles of a spasming pussy around my cock and the wetness from our joint and joined orgasm drip out onto the granite counter top.

Looking at your breasts slapping up and down and together as i ram into you on the granite counter top your ass slipping and sliding on the wet mess we have made.

I then take a deep breath and inhale the scent of our lust and desire and sex ... and then the scent of perfume ... kelis perfume .. and i turn around cum spilling from your pussy and dripping out of and off of my cock onto the tiled floor of the kitchen where the pots and pans lay

I was gonna make breakfast .. i was hungry i was gonna eat ... and then .. this happened ... and i look at my wife after pulling out of another pussy never having cheated only flirted a little .. and well there was a time at strip club the dancer made me cum but other than that complete faithfulness

I see her staring standing looking .. and then ... i see her tongue dart out from her lips !!!
 
Generosity

Bill withdraws from me, leaving me feeling empty, and I can feel our combined wetness running down my thighs and under me, the granite worktop suddenly slippery as Bill’s cum spills from me and I don’t know what do.
I daren’t move because to do so would invite Kelly to move, to do something or say something and I’m waiting to hear her scream at Bill and me, waiting to hear the slap as she hits Bill and me right afterwards and I wince in anticipation, waiting, but nothing happens.

And now that image that flashed through my mind becomes reality but not Kelly, it can’t be her, it must be Bill as he gently runs his tongue up my thighs, supping at my vagina and then higher towards my clit and I have to know how Kelly is, have to see the look on her face so I raise my head just enough to see her but she’s no longer standing in the doorway, all I can see is Bill standing to one side of me so I lift my head higher, high enough to see Kelly’s head between my legs as she licks and nibbles at me, her tongue circling my clit and it’s so wonderful and I start to cry again at her generosity and as my orgasm nears I lie back on the wet granite waiting.

I’m so close, so very close and Kelly changes her motion, bumping her lips against me and I can’t help myself from urging her on, lifting my head to watch what she’s doing but all I can see is Bill behind her, moving against her, and I think he's fucking her from behind, his thrusts pushing Kelly against me.
 
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