Homewrecking habits

(This is a very long read... And totally worth it. ;) )

When you and your wife moved into your new home, you were both ecstatic. A big, beautiful home in a beautiful, safe neighborhood, not all that from from downtown. You had just received a major promotion, and you had a safe, nicely-paid job to begin with. So did your wife. Everything was aligning perfectly: with a nice financial net, you were going to buy a home with a second bedroom in a nice area, then finally have a baby together, who would occupy that bedroom. You were going to live the dream.

That was, until your wife lost her job.

After saving for years, even since before you’d met her, you’d had enough to pay the house off immediately; no mortgage, which was wonderful. That had left you without much except for some emergency funds, though, and the two of you hadn’t accounted for the possibility of her not working; as such, the possibility of having a baby no longer seemed such a prudent idea. Your wife then made a suggestion you couldn’t believe:

“Why don’t we rent out the extra room until I find another job? We aren’t going to try for a baby until I find one; this will just help us make some more money in the meantime.”

You had to admit, it was a sound idea, one that you probably would’ve suggested if you’d thought your wife would go for it. So, with that, you two posted a listing with a reasonable price. Of course, a reasonable price for rent in a neighborhood like this was equally reasonably high, so it was a couple days before you got an email about it. The reply was from a girl named Ellie, and she seemed nice in her reply, and excited about the opportunity. She also said she’d have no problem making rent, and that her job paid well. She seemed like a good fit, so, you sent her a form to sublet the room, and she faxed it back filled out. She asked if she could come by the next day, and you told her to arrive at 4 o’clock, after you and your wife returned from your lunch.

You and your wife pulled into your garage after a nice meal. You exited the car, locked arms, and turned the corner to the front door...

And there, in front of you, was Ellie.

She had long, tanned, toned legs, leading up into a flat, toned stomach, above which hung an impressively large rack that was obviously full of plastic. She had long, flowing brown hair, and even without much makeup, her brows were perfect, her blue eyes popped. She was a walking, talking wet dream, and her tiny denim cutoffs, bellyshirt, and high heels made sure everyone knew it.

You and your wife were silent for a moment for very different reasons as you each took her image in, but you gave your wife a little nudge to wipe the frown off her face, as this was who you’d be living with for the next six months, and you didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot. You approached her.

“Hi, you must be Ellie?”

“Yup! Nice to meet you both! Your house is gorgeous from the outside. I can’t wait to see the inside!” She smiled perfect white teeth at you, and you smiled back. So did your wife, though the fakeness of hers could practically be felt.

You opened the door, and she sprung in like a cat having to be the first in. She spun around, taking in the high ceilings and nice decor. “Wooooow,” she said before she stopped spinning and came up to you, taking your hands. “I’ve always wanted to lived in a place like this. Now I get to! Thank you!” She hugged you, and you watched your wife shake her head ‘no’ and make a ‘leave room for Jesus’ sign with her hands. You politely pushed her off you.

“I’m glad you like it. Haven’t had a roommate since college, should be interesting, hopefully great. Your room’s over there on the left,” you pointed. As she pranced off, you asked “by the way, what did you say you do for a living?”

“Oh, I’m a dancer,” she replied matter-of-factly. You and your wife stood stunned for a moment, your wife in horror, and you in horror of what your wife would think. She just entered her room and wow’d again.

It was smooth enough during her moving in. The three of you got along well, though it may have just been trying not to step on one another’s toes. It was after the move-in was done that Ellie started getting really comfortable in your home, which conversely, was quite uncomfortable for your wife. You? You were torn between uncomfortable with the storm brewing with your wife, and comfortable with the eye candy you got to enjoy.

One morning, you woke up smelling pancakes. You headed downstairs, thinking your wife had made you pancakes before work. What you found was not your wife, but Ellie dressed in almost nothing: skimpy blue panties and a matching bra that she was bursting out of.

“Oh, hi roomie,” she smiled. “Your wife left half an hour ago. Want some pancakes?” 

You stared blankly, still processing how damn hot she was, before you snapped to and declined.

“Nonsense, I can tell you do. Here, I’ll make a couple more.” She turned around, and stood on her tiptoes as she poured more pancakes on the pan, giving you a view of her round, perfect, fuckable ass as well as her sexy legs. You realized as you observed that this was the first time you didn’t have to watch your behavior, as your wife wasn’t here to judge. So you took your time admiring before she finished and gave you your plate.

You made polite conversation at the breakfast table, eventually leading her to ask “by the way, do you mind if I have friends over from time to time?” She twirled her hair around her finger, tilting her head cutely.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not.”

“Thanks! Don’t worry, you’ll love them.”

When you’d finished breakfast, you went to get dressed in your work attire. She said she was going to work out. When you pulled out of the driveway, you got a look at her working out.

She gave you a surprisingly sultry look before smiling and waving goodbye. You had a hard-on the whole way to work thinking about it.

A few days later, she had a friend over. Another a day later. Then another. And what quickly became obvious, was that all of her friends were also strippers from where she worked. And where she worked must have been pretty high-end, because every one of them was drop-dead gorgeous.

They either had big fake tits (like Bella here),

were fit as fuck (like Angie here),

or both (like Willow). The one thing they all had in common, was that they were all drop-dead gorgeous. Your house seemed to constantly have between one and five bombshells. Sometimes they were just hanging out on the couches talking (usually about work, and how much money they suckered out of so-and-so guy), or painting their nails and listening to strip club techno or rock; these were somewhat obnoxious, but appropriate enough. Sometimes, they would play twister, or feel each other up and kiss each other, practicing for their strip routines. These were less appropriate. If your wife was there, she’d tell them to stop, to which they’d reply “just a minute! Almost done,” and continue. If your wife wasn’t there, you’d do your best to ignore them, but you’d involuntarily watch sometimes, and they’d look at you as they played with each other, like prey, like they would for someone they were dancing for at the club. You got the sense that they got off on your watching.

Then things started escalating even more. The strippers began coming over before work, dressing and primping for the shows they’d put on, and practicing their moves while wearing their slutty attire.

This was Evelyn, or ‘Candy’. She had enormous fake tits and the best bubble butt of all time. She liked to wear stockings. She’d stand in front of the mirror, admiring herself, but she gave you flirty smirks and gave her butt a seductive little sway when she caught your gaze in the mirror.

Amber, the ‘cute’ one. She wore more modest (only relative to the other dancers) clothing, and had a petite body, minus her big, silicone tits, though even those were more modest than most of her friends. She liked to act ‘cute’, like a ‘beginner’, and tell her patrons that it was her first time dancing. You’d overheard her laughing at the gullibility of those who believed it, saying things like “If only they’d known I deepthroated the hung guy before as I fingered myself”.

Carly, the attention whore. She’d apparently always has a competitive nature, and she brought that to every aspect of her life. She dyed her hair bright, unnatural colors to draw attention to herself at the club. She actually didn’t have implants, so she would be different enough to get attention at the club as well, but she wore very flattering push-up bras outside of the club to make sure she stood out from all the smaller-boobed women in every day society. She always had chokers, bracelets, or anklets to accessorize. Even at your house, she’d turn her body to show off something when you walked by, or even blow you kisses or wink at you, especially when another girl was there, including your wife.

You were losing control of your house. It smelled of berry perfumes and cocoa butter. There were skimpy lingerie, bathing suits, and jewelry lying around. Apparently, Ellie had set up a webcam in her room for ‘a side job’, because you heard lewd noises from her or some other friend echoing through the house, even when you were trying to sleep. Eventually, you received a video in your email that confirmed it.

followed shortly by another email from Ellie, saying “Oh my god! I told Lissa to uncheck you from the list! I’m so sorry! I hope your wife doesn’t find out! Lol.”

Admittedly, you jerked off to it the next time you were alone.

Even when you made love to your wife now, you pictured Ellie or one of the other dancers fucking you. Your wife just wasn’t anywhere near as hot as these girls, and they were practically providing you live softcore porn half the time you were home. How could you not fantasize about them? You’d never fucked your wife harder than after seeing Rosa leave for work dressed like this:

And then the next day, like a beacon of sanity, a true north of what you’d once dreamt about, your wife halted you in the living room, not far from Ellie’s door, and confronted you.

“Honey, this is ridiculous,” she said. “Our house is a mess, smells like a strip club, and is constantly full of... whores!” She began quivering; you couldn’t tell whether it was anger, sadness, or both. “I’m not even comfortable in my own home anymore. I feel like you don’t find me attractive anymore, and I can’t stand job hunting from home now. I go to Starbucks almost every day!” Tears brimmed in her eyes. “I have an interview for Wilmot; they’re an automotive parts maker, and there’s a factory 45 minutes from here, but they want me to interview with them at headquarters. I’ll be gone for the next couple days. When I come back, I’d like to ask Ellie to move out. We can pay off the rest of her contract if we have to. Okay? Please?”

“Of course,” you replied. You hated seeing her cry. You loved your wife, for everything about her, even her more average body compared to these other young girls. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were this upset,” you added. She hugged you tightly and kissed your cheek. You heard Ellie’s door shut as your wife left.

A couple hours later, a few of Ellie’s friends arrived. Then in another hour, another few. Soon, there were more than ten girls over. You figured maybe Ellie was having a move-out party, since you’d noticed she overheard your conversation earlier. Carly, Evelyn, Amber, Angie, Bella, Willow, Rosa, and Lissa were there. The rest of them introduced themselves to you as they arrived.

Serena was just curvy enough, with incredibly big, perfect tits. She gave you a peck on the lips as you let her in, already wearing this.

Alura clearly did her squats: she had the legs of a goddess. You could just imagine them wrapped tightly around you... No, no, those weren’t thoughts you should have. She filled out her monokini perfectly. When you let her in, she didn’t just walk in, she strutted.

When you opened the door, Melody barely said “hi, I’m Melody” before just walking past you. She grabbed the stool you’d just been using as a computer chair and sat provocatively on it, showing off her amazing long, soft legs in their nylons with platform heels to boot. Her skirt left just enough to the imagination, and her tied shirt made you want to undo the knot and fuck her amazing tits.

And then there was Claire, an ebony goddess with perfect skin, a nicely blended highlight in her hair, artfully done nails, and the most sultry hazel eyes you’d ever seen. Seriously, your brain had to convince your eyes that you weren’t already fucking her when you met gazes. She brushed past you very slowly as she passed you. (You’ll see her later.)

After that, you didn’t bother opening the door anymore. As more girls arrived, you stood back and had yourself a small glass of scotch as you waited for Melody to stand up so you could take your chair back and get back to work. She didn’t seem to be going anywhere though. She met your eyes as you waited, smiled, and rubbed her nylons together in an eye-drawing way that you were sure had all the mens’ tongues wagging when she did it at the club (you were too).

“Look,” said Melody, “Mr. Homeowner is starting the party already!”

You blinked, but all the girls made some sort of exclamation before breaking out a number of liquor bottles and mixers. 

“We didn’t know you were partying with us,” exclaimed Angie, pouring herself a margarita.

“Uh, I’m not, I just need my chair back so I can get back to work,” you replied.

“C’mooon,” complained Ellie. “You only have to see me for two more days, and you don’t even work tomorrow. Let’s have fun at this going away party! After all, you’re the one who gave me the opportunity to stay here, you should have as much fun as I do!”

“...Alright,” you agreed. All the girls cheered, and one poured you another half-inch of scotch in your glass. You thought their scotch had an odd taste to it... But it was probably cheap.

An hour later, you were pretty inebriated, as the girls had refilled your glass any time you ran out. You’d been playing charades, and every girl had graphically acted out some kind of sex act or position, even wearing appropriately pleasure-filled smiles and lustful stares. One had even faked an orgasm as she pretended to be going cowgirl. One or two times, instead of the crowd yelling out what the act was, they’d turn to you and tell you to guess. When you’d answer correctly, they’d all cheer.

Watching them all act out these positions, watching their bodies move deliciously and their facial expressions had you so rock hard it hurt. You decided that you were going to take a recess from this party. You were going to your room, you were going to jack off, and then you were going to sleep.

As you stood up, though, Claire looked over and looked shocked. “Oh my god, I guess Mr. Homeowner here likes this game,” she said, grabbing the back of your thigh with one hand and gripping your dick through your jeans, running that hand along your length. You closed your eyes, but said nothing. Claire stood up, moved her thigh hand to your lower back, and moved her other hand from your cock to the back of your neck, leaning you towards her so your eyes met again, and your faces were inches apart. “Why don’t I help relieve you of all that pressure, baby?” she giggled and ran her tongue along her upper teeth.

“I want- I, shouldn’t...” you began to say, far too lost in her amazing hazel eyes to think straight (the scotch sure wasn’t helping either).

“Shh, if you don’t know what you shouldn’t, then let’s figure it out together.”

She dropped slowly to her knees in front of you, undoing your button.

You knew you should stop her.

She pulled down your zipper.

You were married. You were faithful.

She pulled your pants and briefs down around your ankles.

This was your last chan-

Her hand wrapped firmly around your cock, and she began stroking it up and down, placing the other hand on your thigh, and pressing her fingers in circles, massaging your leg in a way that felt immensely pleasurable. Then you lost all train of thought as you felt her tongue running along the underside of your shaft.

Even as she took your head in her mouth, slowly bobbing her way further and further down your shaft with each back and forth, she never took her gaze off of yours. This might send you to Hell, but it felt like Heaven right now. You didn’t think this could get any better.

You were wrong. You’d faintly heard the other girls cheering and giggling after Claire had got her hand on your cock, but you’d mostly forgotten they were there. But now, you felt their hands undoing the buttons of your shirt, grabbing your glutes, running along your thighs, massaging your back and chest and neck.

Next you knew, you saw Ellie in front of you, smiling, even as Claire milked your cock with her mouth. Ellie leaned in... And kissed you. Sensually, her tongue moved along your lips, then invaded your mouth, playing with your tongue. A hand (Claire’s, who knows, there was so much touching) cupped your balls and rubbed them. It was all too much.

You shot your load into Claire’s mouth so hard it made you weak in the knees and empty in the head. You watched your cum burst out from her lips still around your cock due to the pressure and amount of jizz you’d emitted. The girls must have noticed your loss of balance, ‘cause they seemed to hold you up.

“Mmm,” Claire said, removing herself from your pole, using her finger to wipe the remaining cum from your cock, and her lips, and put it back in her mouth, finishing her little meal. “Guess I did a good job, huh? Feel nice and relieved, stud?” She giggled.

“Oh my g...” you muttered in a mix of guilt and exhaustion, “That was amazing... No, I just cheated on my wife...”

The girls awwed loudly in unison, as if they thought it was cute and romantic that you felt guilty about cheating.

“It’s okay! We’re only gonna be here another day, remember,” asked one of the girls whose name you couldn’t even remember. “Here, you’re worn out, have some water!”

She leaned over the counter and watched intently, propping her head up with one arm as you chugged the water she’d handed you. She gave you a satisfied, even... proud? smile when you’d finished, like you’d done a good deed.

“Here girls, let’s take him to lie down!” suggesed Amber.

They led you to Ellie’s room, which was an odd place to take you to lie down when your room was across the living room from hers. You were somehow rock hard again before you were even horizontal. They laid you down, then they laid themselves around you. You felt two different girls slide their leg over yours from either side of you, both rubbing their hands on your chest. “Wow, you have a nice chest,” said one, stroking your ego, while the other moved her hand lower and took your cock in it, gently rubbing that. Your head fell back against the pillow, and you felt another hand running through your hair, and another massaging the front of your neck. You opened your eyes to find Evelyn’s amazing rack without shirt or bra hovering above you, giving you a perfect view while she played pleasantly played with your hair and rubbed your neck.

“Okay, I can’t wait any longer,” you heard Ellie’s voice say. You felt the two girls lying on either side of you slide away then each straddle your lower legs, massaging your leg muscles as you looked forward to see Ellie gloriously naked, stepping over you and straddling your groin, your cock positioned inches from her pussy. “I’ve wanted to give you this present for a long time,” she said as she drooled some spit onto your dick to lube the tip before lowering herself and filling her tight, warm pussy with your cock. You both moaned, and she began bouncing as Evelyn gave a slight laugh before burying your face in her big, warm tits, then placing the nipples of them in your mouth to suck on. You had no idea this much pleasure was possible. Soon, the stimulation built up and you felt another load rising in your balls, ready to shoot. But you were inside of Ellie!

“I’m gonn-” Evelynn’s breasts smothered your statement, and a tongue with a stud in it began circling your sack as Ellie bounced even harder, moaning and shouting “yes, yes!” You felt your resistance disappear, and you both thrust your hips and writhed your body in the intense pleasure of filling her womb with your seed.

Afterwards, you might as well have been a zombie. Even after Evelyn removed her tits from your face, you just stared blankly at the ceiling. There weren’t any more thoughts of guilt. Your mind didn’t have the capacity for them. Your mind didn’t have the capacity for anything beyond the hormonal afterglow of the pleasure that had just rocked you.

“Here, you look like you need this,” said Willow, rubbing your softening penis as she put a glass of water to your lips and poured it into your mouth for you, which you drank thankfully. “Good boy,” she said, ruffling your hair with her hand, then giggling. In not another minute, the sight of Melody stretching and seductively rolling her legs, rubbing them against each other and sometimes your legs in front of you had you incredibly horny. Your dick stood tall again. How...?

The girls climbed atop of you again, with laughter and moans.

You came, you came, and you came again over the course of those two days. You vaguely realized that the water they were giving you to recuperate must be spiked with Viagra... But at this point, you didn’t care.

You came with your face between the ass cheeks of Evelyn that she’d teased you with for so long, licking her delicious pussy while Serena titfucked you with her massive melons.

You came with Alura’s heavenly legs wrapped tightly around your waist like you’d imagined when she walked in the door. You came inside her again not 20 minutes later, this time with her mind-meltingly sexy legs over your shoulders, giving you a perfect view of them as you thrust your length in her tight pussy, even rubbing them up and down against your neck so you could feel how smooth they were. Angie kissed you as you came that time.

You came inside Carly while her legs were wrapped behind her own head, showing off her flexibility (always competing with the others somehow), while Bella rested your head against her soft, strawberry-smelling tits, encouraging you with whispers like “Fuck her like a sexy little whore. That’s right. She deserves a load on her face like a slut.” You, of course, pulled out and poured your cum on her forehead.

You came when Amber looked back at you in a surprised look, trying to hide her smile as you thrust into her asshole. “Go gentle,” she suggested “this is the first time I’ve done this.” She let out a soft Oof. Then a soft Oh! Then she made a little squeal, and you filled her rear end with your married sperm.

Claire must have really enjoyed the taste of semen, or yours at least, because she made you cum in her mouth two more times. You came once as she gave you the handjob of a lifetime, lubing her hands up and massaging your cock lovingly, better than any masseuse you could imagine, while other girls massaged parts of the rest of your body, until she brought you to the brink and took your whole load in her mouth. Later, Rosa brought out the outfit that had sent your wife over the edge, and danced sexily in front of you, while Claire crawled up in front of you and hastily, sloppily deepthroated you. As you approached your orgasm, Willow approached you, and rubbed your back with one hand as she said “Wow, you’re really good at this! Can I have your autograph?” Claire pulled off your cock just before you could cum, right when your brain needed it most. You hastily signed some piece of paper. “Good boy,” Willow said for the second time in those two days, followed by Claire going tip to base with your cock in her throat, lifting your balls up, then quickly going back and forth, most of your cock still staying in her mouth and throat, just going an inch away from your base to fully in. You came so hard you almost passed out.

You lost all sense of time, because at this point, your brain was mush. The parts of your brain that shut down when you orgasm had barely been on for a cumulative hour, it felt like when you heard a familiar noise in the background. A door opening.

“Oh my god,” you heard your wife exclaim. “Oh my god! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

You took your lips off Angie’s soft C-cup breasts to look up to where your wife stood in the doorway with a horrified expression, but as you did, Angie beneath you started humping hard against you, sending you over the edge again.

Your face went numb, your eyes went glossy, and you shot your sperm inside Angie’s warm pussy as you looked your wife in the eyes, ending any chance you had to say anything.

“Oh, hey Mrs. Former Homeowner,” Willow laughed, followed by Evelyn and Melody. “Here to pack your bags?”

Your wife clearly wanted to scream, but she was stopped by the confusion of the statement. ‘former’ Homeowner? Even you were confused.

“Look!” Willow held out a piece of paper. “This is the legal document to sign your house over to someone. Your hubby here signed it while you were out. So did Ellie!”

Oh god, you’d been swindled out of your home.

As you were slowly realizing the repercussions in your post-orgasm fog, Ellie softly took your cheek in her hand and turned it upward to face her, where she kissed you softly, passionately, pulling back and smiling genuinely. You hadn’t even noticed that Angie had crawled out from under you.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM! GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU WHORE!” shouted your wife, her voice wavering as she began crying. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.”

Ellie stood up slowly and turned to face your wife. “No,” she said, calmly, resolutely. “Your husband’s been nothing but nice and accommodating to me since I moved in. You’ve been a jealous bitch, with backhanded compliments, constant complaints, and insults behind closed doors.”

“So, no. You get out of my house.”

Some of the other girls surrounded your wife and forced her out the front door. As she was going through the doorway, Ellie spoke again. “Your husband can stay.” She turned to face you, smiling, your cheek still in her hand. “I hope he does.”

Then the door shut. All the girls but Ellie whooped and hollered. Ellie simply sat cross-legged in front of you, now wearing cute baby-blue sweatpants and a white tanktop, in contrast to your naked body that had just cum inside Angie.

Ellie cradled your chin in both of her hands and brought her face close to yours, so that your foreheads and noses touched. “I really do hope you stay. I know this is confusing right now, but stay for a day and think about it. I’m younger, prettier, and a better lay than your wife. We can have orgies like this all the time with my friends. I make more money, and... that baby you’ve been talking about with her? If I move into your room, we’ll still have another room. Maybe... you can have one with me...?” She grinned brightly. “I’m not on the pill. We might even have a baby already.” She took one hand off your face and placed it on her tummy.

Your eyes followed her hand to where it rested on her stomach. Your face was blank for a bit. 

Audrey and you were best friends growing up. You lived down the block from each other, and you hung out more days of the week than not growing up.

Somewhere around middle school, your lifestyle and hers started catching up to the two of you. You both loved playing video games, but your parents had you playing sports year around: football in the fall, hockey in the winter, soccer in the spring, and summer hockey inbetween. Audrey’s parents wouldn’t allow her to play sports; they were worried about injuries and concussions, and her dad was conservative to the point that when Audrey asked, he’d say “Sports are a man’s activity; not for a girl.”

Compounded by the sweet tooth she’d always had, her inactive lifestyle led her to get chubby, then fat, then obese. Meanwhile, though you played games with her all the time, your active schedule and your drive to do well on your teams earned you a fit athletic body.

By high school, your body types shaped your social interactions like they always do with immature teenagers. You were a stud; you didn’t get the best grades, but combined with your varsity status on the football, hockey, and soccer teams, your body got you looks from most of the girls in school, and a number of dates. Meanwhile, Audrey was picked on for her weight, and because she lacked hobbies beyond video games, she was also picked on for her nerdiness. Hell, she even got picked on some for being half black, half white.

You hung out with her during the school day when you could, but you couldn’t be at her side all the time. People refrained from making fun of her when she was with you, either afraid of your reaction or afraid you might not like them for it. And when you walked up on people making fun of her, you always gave them a piece of your mind, called them cowards for bullying, and sent them on their way. Your popularity grew for your willingness to protect someone who couldn’t defend herself. Ironic, you thought, considering a lot of those people who idolized you for your defense of Audrey were the same people who were bullying her to begin with.

You dated a lot of girls throughout high school. Having a lot of options and not having the age to have patience made you get bored with them quickly and pick up new ones frequently. Somehow even this didn’t tarnish your reputation. The only thing you felt somewhat guilty about was that you knew Audrey had a crush on you. But... As awesome as she was (funny and smart and with similar hobbies to your own)... she wasn’t attractive, because she was fat. Still, she did a good job of trying to hide it from you, which made it easier for you to ignore as well, so you could continue your friendship.

After high school and a fun transitional summer, you each went to different colleges. You went to your state’s big-time college and worked your way steadily to your bachelor’s in teaching. Audrey, unsurprisingly, wanted nothing to do with the state where she grew up being picked on by everyone. She wanted as fresh a start as possible, so she moved across the country to a different college.

The two of you promised to keep in close contact, and you did for a few months; but messages got scarcer, phone calls practically ceased, and over those 5 years, you slowly lost contact aside from playing Xbox with her when your schedules gave you both the free time to do so, which was rare.

In your senior year, you met Christina: a gorgeous blonde journalism major with a quick wit. You ran into her at several parties, hit it off, and began dating. It was a whirlwind. 

She went to your grandfather’s funeral with you and comforted you. She helped push you to succeed in your new work environment. She cooked well, and she made love to you well. 

You moved in with each other before graduating, and within a year of your graduation, you proposed to her. She was amazing for you, and you knew you couldn’t get much better.

In another half year, you sent out your invitations. Your only request to Christina was that, as unorthodox as it might be, that if she said yes, your best friend Audrey could stand on your side, even though she was a girl. It took some convincing, but your fiancée eventually agreed. You called Audrey.

When you told her on the phone, there was a prolonged silence. “Aud?” You’d asked. “Um, yeah, sorry, I was on mute,” she replied. “Yeah, that’s amazing! Good for you. Can I come celebrate with you in person? You just graduated, I’ve got some free time, c’mon, it’s been years, let’s hang out!” You agreed, excited as hell to hang out with your best friend for the first time since high school. You told Christina, and even she was excited. You set a date for her to come visit. 

When the day of her visit came, nothing could have surprised you for what you opened the door to.

It was Audrey, upon a second’s reflection and mental comparison to the girl you remembered from high school, but barely. She had flowing, wavy black hair. Her brows were perfect, and even with light makeup, her eyes popped in a way that anyone might fall in love with them in an instant. She gave you a big toothy grin as she saw you, and you realized her lips were perfectly kissable (had they always been?), and... shit, had she even gotten a teeth whitening? Her teeth were pearly white.

Then there was her body. It was perfect. Where she did have curves, they were there in the perfect proportions, with equally perfect muscle. Her breasts looked like she’d gotten implants, but it was possible that when she’d lost all that weight, the fat that she held onto may have conveniently stuck around there. Either way, you were stunned. Her skin was incredible, too: perfect, smooth, wonderfully tanned; far from the acne covered teen skin you recalled.

And there was the way she was dressed. It was modest enough to not get the cops called on her in public, but a tight red shirt with cleavage, a skirt too short to possibly be called modest, and... White stockings? If she’d worn heels too, she might as well have been a high class escort.

“...What, don’t recognize your best friend?” She said teasingly with a curt bow, before moving up quickly and embracing you. You bewilderedly returned her hug, and she held onto you for a good ten seconds before withdrawing. “Gosh, I’ve missed you.” 

“Yeah, I’ve missed you too,” you replied. “It’s great to see you. You look...”

“I know. You remember high school. I was done with that life, so I made getting fit as much a goal as I did graduating when I moved away. Honestly, I didn’t want you to see me until I felt I’d changed enough. But I guess this is gonna have to be enough!” She shrugged

“Are you kidding me, Audrey? You look amazing. Shit, you look perfect.”

She blushed. “Anyway, where’s the girl?”

“She’s at work. She’ll be back by 8.”

“Good.”

“What?”

“Uh, good, that gives us time to play some games! You still have your Xbox hooked up? You’d better not if you don’t want to get humiliated in Halo.”

“Oh, you don’t even know what you just unleashed upon yourself.”

“Actually, I think I do.” She grinned deviously.

You sat down on the loveseat together and turned on the Xbox. You killed each other back and forth, competing with such fierce determination that you almost stopped thinking about how Audrey looked like an absolute dream now. You were having all sorts of fun, and you were one kill away from beating Audrey in a best of seven series. As you aimed the rocket launcher at her character, she saw it on your screen, and let go of her controller, jumping over your lap to grab your controller from you. “No!” She shouted, trying to wrest the controller from your grip.

You tried to take it back from her, but you could feel her gaining control of it through better leverage. Meanwhile, she was leaned over your lap, and you could see her ass peaking out from beneath her surprisingly short plaid skirt. You didn’t even notice as you struggled for the controller, but she must have, because she took one hand off the controller and put it on your cock through your shorts, making you gasp, before pushing against it to roll off your lap with the controller. “Sucker,” she exclaimed.

You watched your character slowly aim the rocket launcher at his own feet before you shouted “no!” and jumped off the couch to the floor with her, grabbing at the controller.

She tossed the controller as you got near, put her hand on your neck, and pressed her lips to yours. They were soft, wet, delicious... You pulled away.

“Audrey, what the fuck,” you asked offended, pulling back.

“You know how I’ve always felt about you,” she said, rubbing your neck lovingly with her hand. “And I know you’ve always loved me, even if just as a friend, because I wasn’t attractive at all. Well, now I am.”

She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it away, then pulled her skirt down over her stocking-covered legs, tossing that. She lay on her side, leaning slightly forward, giving you a look down her incredible cleavage, and wearing a sultry face as she displayed the perfect body she’d spent five years cultivating for you.

“Look, I’m sure your girl’s nice, and maybe even pretty,” said Audrey, appealing to your logical side, probably knowing that that side of you was a lot more lenient while the primal side of you took her perfect, sexy image in. “But I know everything about you. Your favorite food, your favorite color, movie, band, song... Baby, we did everything together. Everything but give each other sexual pleasure.”

She crawled enticingly toward you and pushed you on your back, leaning over you and running her hand into your shorts. She wrapped her hand around your cock, and you moaned as she removed your shorts and briefs as she stroked you.

“I even know what you like in that department. I know you like a fit girl who still has some curves. I know you like big breasts, and a girl who wears enough makeup to stand out, but not so much she looks like a whore.” She stroked your cock, bringing it closer to her chest so that the base and your balls rested against her soft breasts. It felt amazing. You looked down, and you noticed...

“Yeah, that’s exactly how I look, isn’t it? That’s right. I’m your dream girl, love. I know exactly what you want. And that’s what I want to be. I want to be your girl. The girl you’ve always wanted to fall for. The one you want to fuck, play games with, watch movies with, show off at public events. All those little sluts always used to be so proud of having you on their arm in high school. I want to be proud of having you on my arm, but I want you to be proud of having me on your arm too.”

You were stunned. She was perfect. She looked perfect, she felt perfect, and this was still the same girl you’d always been best friends with; her personality was perfect. You’d always loved her as a friend, but now...

She stepped over your thighs, and with one hand moved her panties to the side, and with the other, guided your cock into her pussy. She must’ve been wet before, because you slid in very easily, and you moaned at feeling her tight warmth engulf your manhood.

“Finally! I’ve... waited... so long for... this!” she slowly rode your cock up and down, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of you. You noticed a couple tears running down her cheeks, along with a smile that was not just of carnal pleasure, but of emotional happiness as well. It was amazing. It was love-inducing.

She leaned forward and kissed you passionately as she continued to grind her hips. As you held her lower and upper back to help thrust, one of her hands lay against your chest, over you heart, and another reached for your hip to help set the pace of your thrusts to match hers.

“Cum for me, please,” she said, increasing your pace. “Please, I’ve wanted this for... Oh, oh god I want it so much.” It was clear she had no intention of having you pull out, but the knowledge that she wanted your cum in her so bad because she loved you was an insane turn-on. You wanted to give her your cum as much as she wanted it. You increased your pace even further, and you both moaned loudly as you approached your orgasm.

“I’m, cumming...!” You said to her, and she made sure to keep riding you, but kept her hips low to take your full length as you sprayed your seed into her womb. “Yes, yes baby, give it to me!” she said as you bucked wildly. You could tell she was cumming at the same time as you did by her facial expression.

After you finished, she slowly dismounted you, then lay next to you on the floor, laying one leg over yours and her hand on your chest. When you looked over at her, still practically paralyzed by the pleasure you’d just experienced, you met her eyes. She had a calm, loving smile, on her lips and in her eyes as she stared upon you, then moved her hand from your chest to your face to stroke it.

“I’ve always loved you... You know that. And I know you loved me as your best friend. Now that I look like this, you can love me as something more.”

“But Christina... Audrey, I...”

“I’m sure she’s great. But we’re meant to be together. Have you ever met someone who knows you and gets along with you like me?”

“No...” You admitted. “...You’re right. You’re right, Aud. I’ve never felt like I just did. My heart’s exploding. I do love you.”

She pulled you in close and kissed you. You felt her lightly shaking, and you felt a drop of water hit your cheek. “I know..”

“...Oh, and I’m on birth control, by the way. You’re getting a lot more sex with sexy new me before we discuss kids,” said Audrey, toweling off in the bathroom. 

“... But what about Christina? I can’t just end it with her right now for no reason,” you asked as you dressed later after your third round of sex and a shower.

“I know. You wouldn’t do that; you’re a better person than that. One of the reasons I love you. It’ll have to be over time. We’ll figure out how to sabotage things a little bit at a time... Make it seem like these things were inevitable, and maybe the two of you just weren’t meant to work out.” Audrey spoke as she smiled at you from the bathroom doorway, buttoning up a sweater that was much more modest than the shirt she’d worn earlier. Even in less revealing attire, she was still the most beautiful sight you’d ever beheld.

“That makes sense. That could work,” you agreed.

“But ‘til then, including this trip, I’m gonna keep you very empty.” She winked.

Just then, you heard keys jingling at the door.

As it opened, Audrey exlaimed, “Hiiiii!” and hugged your soon-to-be-not fiancée as if she were a close girl friend. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Audrey. I’m so excited about your future with my best friend!”

“Thank you for inviting me on your sailing trip, Brad,” said Angie as she sat next to you, placing her arm around your shoulder so her hand rested on your neck. Her other hand circled around your knee.

“I really appreciate it. This has been so fun.” You stared into her cleavage, and her nipples poking through her shirt. You had sunglasses on (fucking wonderful invention), so you knew she couldn’t see you staring. Has her shirt been that low this whole time? You thought. You hadn’t noticed any cleavage earlier. Heck, you thought it had been a classy garment earlier that morning.

“But you know what would be more fun” she asked, stroking her thumb pleasantly behind your neck and plucking her fingers against your inner thigh as she moved the hand on your knee further up your leg.

You began to get a bad feeling about your wife’s coworker and friend. Your arms were crossed over your groin so that your bulge wouldn’t stand out, but somehow she’d gone from a pretty friend of your wife’s to a hot piece of ass. And now that your wife had just gone below deck for a nap, here she was at your side, hands all over you.

“I’d really like another kind of ride,” she said, moving her hand even further up your thigh. “One that could make us both feel reeeally good.” You couldn’t believe this was happening. Your wife was just below deck!

“Worrying about Janet?” Angie asked as if reading your mind. “She won’t be up for a bit. Her last drink had some sleep meds and Viagra in it, so hopefully she’ll be having some nice wet dreams of your hips bouncing off me.”

She’d drugged your wife!? What the fuck!? You stood up and scowled at her. This didn’t stop her; she stayed on the seat, using your new position to run one of her hands along your inner thigh, taint, and balls, rubbing up and down. The other wrapped around your leg, as if to say don’t go anywhere.

“And after our ride,” she continued nonchalantly, “I want a snack. Something salty. Something you could feed me without any hands.” You were still angry, but not wake-your-wife-up-angry; you were grab her by the throat and facefuck her ‘til she got her fucking snack kind of angry. She began pulling your waistline down. She knew what she was doing.

“What? You think I’m a evil wittol bitch? You wanna punish me?” She pouted, circling her fingers around your engorged member. Her taunting was all you could take. You pried her hand from your cock, then gripped her hair with both hands. She laughed, and opened her mouth. You thrust into her mouth, again and again, as she put her hands behind her back.

Eventually, you took your cock from her mouth, and pulled her, still by her hair, backwards so she sat over you on the bench. “Yessss,” she hissed in victory as she pulled her dress up and her panties to the side, sliding her already wet pussy down upon your cock. You let her bounce of her own accord briefly in pleasure before you remembered that you were even angry at her, at which point you grabbed her hips and began angrily pounding her from below.

“Oh, god, yes! Fuck me! Punish me!” she shouted.

As you approached orgasm, you lifted her off your cock, and pushed her down between your legs. She cupped your balls in her hand and began fellating you, urging you physically to give her your seed. When you went over the edge, you bucked your hips in pleasure, and she continued to run her lips up and down your cock ‘til your last involuntary thrust. You heard her gulp several times before removing her mouth from your dick and smiling up at you, still rubbing your balls with her hand. “Mmmm... Yummy snack,” she said, winking at you.

After another half hour, your girlfriend groggily exited the cabin to find you two chatting about the economy over wine. “Hey guys, how long was I out?” She asked. You noticed she was rubbing her legs together, like she did when she was horny in public. “An hour or so. It’s about time to head in,” Angie told her.

As you departed the boat, Angie hugged your wife, then hugged you. “Well, guys, it’s been amazing. I really needed what you gave me today,” she said, knowing you’d get it and your wife wouldn’t. “I’m having a barbecue at my place next Tuesday. You should come!” She got in her car and drove off.

“That sounds great! We should go,” your wife pleaded.