My best friend’s wife.

Josh and I had been best friends from way back in Jr. High when he moved to town. We lived close to a lake then and we spent a lot of our free time together fishing. We shared our first girl together. We were in tenth grade and she was a real slut, one grade below us. We both nailed her in Josh’s garage one Saturday afternoon. We still get together for some good fishing once in a while but can’t manage it as often as we did when we were kids. My name is Frank and I am twenty-three. Josh is the same age. I’m single and he married Joan about a year ago. She is twenty-one.

It was a Friday evening about an hour before sunset and we were sitting on the bank of a big slow moving stream with chicken livers soaking on the bottom waiting for some blue catfish to take our bait. I had caught two small ones and Josh had caught one that was as big as my two together. It probably weighed six pounds. We were hoping for ones over ten pounds. We were just polishing off a six pack of Coors. We had been talking about this and that as we fished. I had just finished telling him about an awful date I just had with one of the girls from work. She was boring and not interested in putting out.

Josh looked at me for a minute. “I want to talk to you about something. Ever since we got married, I have been trying to get Joan to let me fuck her in the ass and she has kept saying no.” I had never heard Josh talk so frankly about his sex life with Joan. “The other night I was eating her pussy and I brought her to a hard climax. I licked and sucked her clit and slid my tongue back to her ass hole and licked it. I got her moaning pretty good. I thought it was a good time to ask her again. When I did she looked at me and told me that she would let me but only on one condition. She told me that she would let me fuck her ass but only if she could be sucking your cock while I did her ass. I’ve been wanting to get my cock balls deep in her ass from the first day I met her.”

I looked at him in shock.