An Afternoon with Amber

The Beginning

We were sitting at the table idling time after eating an early afternoon lunch. The day was cloudy, gray and wet, a typical spring day in Seattle. It was a Saturday and my wife’s best friend and I were keeping each other company while we waited for my wife to come home from a conference in San Antonio. Amber was clinking the plates together, putting them in a pile on a corner of the table when my cell chirped, it was Chloe, my wife. “My connection in Denver has been canceled, the damn plane is missing a wing or something. All the other flights are full so I’m grounded until tomorrow, I’ll be on the 6:30 flight out of here in the morning.”

“You have to sleep in the terminal?”

“No, the airlines is putting a bunch of us up at some cheap moldy hourly rate motel, they are buying us dinner too.”

I teased “You are going to miss out on some hot sex tonight, I’m primed and ready for you.”

She came right back with “I don’t know sweetheart, there are three or four traveling companions with me that look like they could use a good wild fuck, I won’t miss out. Hmmm,” she mused “Three at a time, I never tried that.” We agreed that we missed and loved each other then ended the connection.

Just as I was about to tell Amber about the flight delay her phone jingled, she looked at caller ID, “It’s Chloe.” Apparently Chloe didn’t know Amber was sitting in her kitchen because she gave her best friend the same message as she had just given me.

Amber put down the phone, “Damn, now I can look forward to another dull day. Chloe won’t be here and I’m not going out with Harrison until tonight so I guess you’re stuck with me for a while.”

I asked her “You want to have a drink?”

Amber thought my question over for all of a full microsecond before answering with a mischievous glint, “It’s a little early, but what the hell. Do you have any Coke to mix?”

“Tequila and Coke don’t blend” I told her with the assurance of a professional drinker.

“That’s okay, we can do cactus shooters after a whiskey and Coke.”

I went to get some booze while Amber got two drink glasses. I came back to the kitchen table then made a show of lining up the bottles I was carrying. Jim Beam, Jose Cuervo, Captain Morgan and Johnny Walker were some of the gentlemen that joined us for the afternoon. Amber throttled Jack Daniels by the neck and choked two shots from him. “Where’s the Coke?” I asked.

“You don’t have any,” she handed me a whiskey. We held the glasses high, toasted the lousy weather then tipped back and swallowed the drinks at the same time. I caught my breath and tried hard not to cough while her face turned red and her eyes watered. “Shit,” she said, “why does the first always burn?”

The second shot toasted the absent Chloe then Amber and I spent the next hour or so in aimless conversation while sipping various brands of spirits. My head was beginning to rock on my neck, her speech was getting blurry. Gradually our conversation became more specific, I started talking about the days I dated my wife, she returned with anecdotes about her new boyfriend.

“You screw him yet?”

“Harrison? No, I’ve only been seeing him for three weeks, I haven’t decided if he is worth the trouble of letting into my pants yet. How about Chloe, you screw her yet?”

“What the hell kind of invasive question is that, you report for Perv TV? I would think that’s a question you should ask her.”

Amber tipped the rum bottle to her lips; the shot glass was ignored as she took a sip. She handed me the bottle and I matched her move. “I already know her answer to that, she loves to fuck you, at least that’s what she says.”

“She tell you what she likes, how I keep her coming back for more?”

“Yeah, she drops some pretty deive hints once in a while, usually after a few hits of pot. She says she likes to get stoned then screw you.”

The steady flow of alcohol and the presence of a pretty twenty-something woman were loosening my head, my tongue and my morals, “What about you, ever get curious and want to try what she is enjoying?”

Amber stopped talking, she stopped moving as she stared at me, I could see her mind working, her eyes began to crinkle with mirth “Well, I don’t know. I never dated you seriously and usually that’s what it takes to get me into a bed, several dates and a lot of attention. We only had a couple of dates and that was eight years ago, and we don’t pay that kind of attention to each other.”

“Are those etched in stone rules? A lot of dating and stuff?”

Amber rocked back on her chair, she was a little unsteady but her eyes crystallized on mine, “Hmm, maybe not today.”

I asked her bluntly “You want to get it on?”

“Uh, hello. You’re married” she reminded me needlessly but with a hint of flirt.

“Then you can be assured I have experience.”

She looked around as if to make sure we were alone, I could see the alcohol soaked thoughts tumbling in her eyes then she answered “But you have to use something.”

I replied stating the obvious “Well yeah, I’ll use this.” then grabbed my crotch. I didn’t have a boner but my bulge was enough to get a grip on.

Amber snuffled a short laugh at my crass display then moved off her chair and stepped over my legs and sat on my thighs facing me. She put her hands around my neck, laced her fingers together then leaned to my left ear and asked “You’re my best friend’s husband, you think we should?”

“Didn’t you ever share your toys when you were little girls?”

She leaned back, her hands still around my neck but arms straight so she could look at me “Yeah, her Barbie and my Ken shared a lot time together.”

I was amused “They ever get it on?”

Amber grinned as she reminisced “Ken used to visit Barbie at Chloe’s or sometimes Barbie would sneak over to my room to spend a few hours in bed with him. Even when were eight we knew why boys had penises and girls a vagina so Ken and Barbie lived our developing fantasies.”

“Sounds kinky.”

“Not really, we couldn’t imagine anything but face to face so those two dolls had a very unexciting love life.”

Since she was straddled on my lap her legs were angled open so I put my right hand on her knee, moved it under her skirt then up the firm soft skin of her thigh until my fingers caressed the thin material over her pussy. I stroked down the form of her cunt then asked “What have you learned since then?” Amber smiled into my eyes, lifted off my rapidly growing erection stood back then reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. By the time she kicked them off her feet my cock was a fully evolved monolith. I stood, opened my pants then slipped them down my legs, my shorts went with. Amber checked me out carefully, eyeing her new friend then pushed on my chest so I plopped my ass back on the chair. She moved over my legs again, grabbed my erection then carefully sat on it, easing me into her as she lowered herself. We were face to face, I put my hands under her skirt again, grabbed her hips then started rocking her back and forth. At first she was tight and there was a little friction but that quickly vanished as we both started getting slippery. She laid her head on my shoulder, the tips of her bra dented my chest then she and I commenced an afternoon quickie.

I didn’t bother to check the clock on the wall while I fucked her so I couldn’t tell you how long we bumped and ground our bodies in unison. I can tell you that the longer we coupled, the more aroused she got. Amber’s excitement elevated in stages, from quiet enjoyment through fiery passion to the apex of her endurance. She was mewling softly, crushing her hips against mine each time I pushed up into her, she gripped my shoulders tightly as we fucked. I was watching her mouth, spellbound by the contortions of her lips, her eyes were focused on nothing when she froze solid. Amber quit moving briefly then her thighs began to quiver. The climax radiated from her legs across her stomach and breasts then escaped from her as a pulsing soft song of rapture. Her orgasm set my own in motion and I gushed repeatedly into her deep tender cunt. I pulsed so hard and rapidly I thought my nuts had packed their bags and decided to live her.

After a few long moments of silent relaxing Amber stood from my lap, her skirt fell, covering her before I could see where I’d just had my prick. She took another hit of bourbon, smiled softly then said “That’s the first fuck I’ve had in months, let’s go to bed and do it again.”

We stripped nude at the foot of my bed then she threw herself onto it and rolled to her back. She was looking up at me when I went to my stomach between her splayed legs and put my mouth on her pussy. I ate her, I lapped her with my tongue and tickled her clit with my nose as my long finger slid in and out of the entrance to her body. I made her so desperate to fuck she was gasping “god Mason, I’m burning up, ooohhh please do it!” My nuts were as hot and solid as newly formed steel bearings, I was fucking the mattress between her legs when Amber floated away on a cloud of passion, her entire being vibrated as she wailed another release.

As soon as her ass relaxed back to the bed I got up to my knees across her stomach, my balls were resting on her bellybutton, my erection hovering over her tits. I leaned forward and put the end of my cock in the space between her breasts and started humping, rubbing the head of it on her skin. She caught on quickly and pressed her tits together so I was fucking them. She was watching the head of my hard-on slipping in and out of sight while I stroked between the soft mounds of flesh. I tit fucked her for a minute or so then raised up and pushed further until the end of my cock bumped her chin. Amber opened her mouth and let me penetrate between her lips. She let go of her breasts and grabbed my erection with a hand and began to mouth me eagerly. I pumped over her tongue with ever longer strokes until she managed to plead “Not so far.” I stretched up and over her face while she nursed on my prick for another few moments then all hell broke loose. My cock seized, my stomach convulsed then I began to fire bullets of hot cum into her throat. She never flinched or hesitated, my wife’s best friend sucked me dry then when I pulled out she laughed prettily and said “That’s best way I know to keep from getting pregnant.”

I fell to lie beside her as a quick moment of angst grabbed me. I thought about the hordes of sperm I turned loose in her womb earlier, “You don’t use birth control?”

She rolled to her side, threw a long naked thigh over mine “Of course, but some ways of prevention are a hell of a lot more fun than others” she laid her head on my chest. As I was looking at the pale skin of her scalp where her dark brown hair parted I realized we fucked around twice but I’d not even kissed her. The afternoon booze party, the intense exercise, and the hard orgasms took a toll on both of us. Amber and I slipped into a relaxed sleep. The kiss came two hours later.

I stirred slowly from my nap a little confused. It took me a few seconds until my brain started working again and I realized I who was lying with me. I was at her back, spooned against her firm ass. I put an arm over Amber then sought a breast, as my hand cupped a tit I felt her stir. She turned her head as far as she could to put sleepy eyes on me, “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I can’t stay too much longer, I have a date with Harrison.”

“How much longer?”

She looked at her watch which except for earrings and a necklace was the only thing she was wearing, “Long enough to fuck you again.” With that declaration Amber got off the bed and went to the adjoining bathroom. After she cleaned up she went to the kitchen for a bottle of water while I pissed and rinsed the taste of stale alcohol from my mouth. We rejoined each other on the bed, sitting cross legged facing each other.

“I’m glad we did this.” she started.

“Why?”

“Because I’ve often wondered what Chloe was enjoying and once, or twice, or maybe a few dozen times I wanted to seduce you to find out. Now I know.”

“She’s your best friend, doesn’t that bother you?”

She sat looking at me pensive for a few moments then admitted “No, not really. I mean I would never try to steal you from her but the thought of borrowing you for an hour or so never bothered me. I never came on to you because I didn’t want to create problems, especially between you and me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable when I am around. Now that we’ve done this will it trouble you? Have I messed up our friendship?”

“Well first off, I don’t remember you asking me if I wanted to fuck, I hit on you.