Nothing Could Make Her Skip Out on Her Best Friend’s Anniversary Party

Or the chance to ride her husband’s cock.

“Happy anniversary, my darlings!” I double-kissed my college roommate’s cheeks while grasping her husband’s hand. “I’m not sure how you two manage to make it all look so damn easy.”

“Oh, we’re thrilled you came, aren’t we Clive?” I leaned in to kiss her doting husband on the cheek.

“We definitely are, love.” Clive gave his wife a brilliant smile as his breath whispered across my ear, “And I can’t wait for you to come again, later, angel.”

I wandered around the part for a bit, eyes never straying far from Clive. Most people don’t realize that I dated Clive first, but Sierra got her hooks into him when I traveled abroad for four months as a student exchange in our senior year.

Or that the first time he and I fucked was in the honeymoon suite an hour before their wedding.

“Come, my love. I have something to show you.” Clive’s warm hand settled on my hip an hour later, guiding me towards the back patio. He led me into the shadows to the side of the house and pressed me back against the sun-warmed brick.

He cupped my tit in one hand, finger and thumb tugging my nipple. My pussy gushed at the sensation, soaking through my thong and onto the knee he nudged between my thighs.

“Fuck, Dee,” he groaned into the crook of my neck, “I love how ready you always are for me.”

Two fingers grasped the waistband and tore my thong from me. Clive held it to his nose and breathed in my scent. He licked the drenched satin, sucked it into his mouth, then kissed me with my taste on his tongue. The thong got shoved into his pants pocket.

I hitch my leg around his hip, pulling him into me and deepen the kiss. He slides those same two fingers between my swollen folds and into my pussy. Thumb pressing into my throbbing nub, he curls his fingers and massages my bundle of nerves.

Fingers fisting his hair, I nibbled his lips. He finger fucks me against the wall of his marital home. Voices of family and friends, dear to both of us, wafts on the evening breeze.

He pulls back to look in my eyes. “Cum for me, my little home-wrecking slut. Show me how much you love my thick fingers inside you.”

And, oh, did I ever love those fingers of his. From the first time he fingered me in the back row of Psych class in college, he knew just how to play my pussy to perfection.

He was playing me so well, I squirted right up his wrist. “That’s my girl. Give me another, baby.”

Impatient, my hands flew to his crotch. Nimble fingers whipped his pants open and his cock into my fist.

“Oh, Clive, how I love this cock of yours.” I licked my lips, memory of his taste filling my mouth.

He grabbed me by the ass and hefted me up against the wall. Ankles locked around his waist, I pressed down on his shoulders, positioning myself over his swollen head.

Slow, savoring each inch, I lowered myself onto his shaft. I rocked my hips, fucking him the way he liked, until it got to be too much. Until I had to have more.

“Clive… please… please…” My head lolled to the side, exposing my neck to him. “I need… oh, fuck, yes. That. Right. There.”

Hard bricks dug into my back as he turned from a sweet, caring lover into a rutting beast. Goddamn, I loved it when he rutted into me. Animalistic and feral. Wild and unhinged. It was what we both needed.

My orgasm rolled over me like the waves off the coast, washing away everything but the sheer pleasure this man brought me.

Clive’s mouth pressed into the crook of my neck. Open-mouthed, he sucked a bite into his mouth, marking me.

My legs lowered to the ground. I leaned against him, shaking, before reaching down to pull up his pants for him.

“Thank you, lover.” I pulled his semi-hard cock into my mouth, humming at the flavor of our combined juices, and licked him clean.

Clive pulled me up for a soft, sweet kiss. He tucked himself away and redressed himself. I tugged my dress into place and, one hand on my hip, shot him some attitude.

“Do tell me, sir, how am I supposed to chit-chat with your mother-in-law without any panties on?” His answering grin was punctuated by his fingers diving into my pussy once more. He pulled a glob of cum from my depths and lapped some up, before pushing his fingers into my mouth.

“With my cum dripping down your thighs, my little slut, how else?” Hand on my lower back, he led me back into the yard.

We grabbed our drinks from the table we’d stashed them on, and joined the nearest group of friends. Sierra, Clive’s wife of fifteen years, threw her arms around me for a hug.

“I am so glad you came tonight, Dee. I’ve missed you so much. Mama’s been asking after you. Come.” I looked back at Clive in amusement as his wife dragged me off for a visit with his mother-in-law.

With his cum sliding down my thighs. Just how he liked it.