She’s My Best Friends Girl. pt 1, 2 and 3

Parts 1 and 2 are a re-post with slight revisions while part 3 is the newest. I did this because I was intent on publishing part 3 many months ago but I have been sidetracked.
I hope you enjoy this series, I left the end of part 3 with the intent on finishing up these stories in part 4.
Any comments are welcome.

She’s My Best Friends Girl, pt 1:

OK, a little background:
My name is David, I’m 27 yrs old single and I continue to play the field. My best friend is Brad he is also 27 yrs old and his wife is Cindy, she is 26.
Brad and I have known each other since high school so we go back at least 10 yrs and did the usual like hang out, drink, and chase girls. The girl chasing continued right on until about 5 yrs ago for Brad.
Brad was dating Cindy then he decided to make it permanent and they were married about 3 yrs ago. We both knew Cindy from high school when her and Brad dated off and on. They split a few times back in the day but kept in loose contact for a few years then it got cranked up again and led to marriage.
We all go back many years and know each other very well. I have went out with some of Cindy’s friends back in school and since then.
I had been dating Amy, a friend of Cindy’s, and we were serious until recently. We all get together at one house or the other or go out, etc but that has slowed down some especially since Cindy is pregnant.
Brad is a territorial manager and travels one week out of the month and Cindy works at a doctors office.
I do inside sales for an equipment and parts distributor.

I got a call Saturday around noon from Cindy. Brad is traveling and their air conditioner has quit and being July it didn’t take long to get miserable. They know my experience with these things and didn’t want to call just any repair contractor so she asked if I would mind checking it out.
We help each other all the time, that’s what friends are for so of course I head over there to see what I can do.

Let me describe Cindy, she is about 5’9″ and typically about 120 lbs with straight blond hair that reaches halfway down her back and she has crisp blue eyes and she has always been slender and lean. Oh yes, she is pretty. .
She is about 6 months pregnant now (and may be 130 lbs now) so her belly is rounded out, her breasts and ass have increased in size. Not in a bad way either because as far as I’m concerned she looks a bit better and more defined to me. She always kept in shape, not that she works out but she is just a naturally slender woman and she watches what she eats so it’s not like she has gained weight all over.
She is a slender woman with a rounded belly. She has fresh clear smooth skin and needs no make up.
Cindy answers the door and here she stands before me in her condition, drenched with sweat, a thin white top with small straps to hold it up and its clinging to her body, a pair of thin shorts and her long hair pulled back and fastened.

Given her features I don’t think a condition exists where she wouldn’t still look good.
“Thanks for coming”, she said.
“Not a problem”, I said .
I looked her up and down in a fashion like I was “checking her out” and I made sure she saw me doing it.
“I look a mess”, she said, putting one hand on her belly and the other wiping sweat from her brow.
“I think your HOT”, I said with a straight face.
“Your just being kind………. Oh DUH I got it”, she said rolling her eyes up and laughing.
We laughed then gave each other the obligatory hug.
“Please fix the air”, she said.

I went about diagnosing the problem, I was back and forth between the outside and inside unit. I traced the problem and began working when Cindy came around offering me something to drink. It was hot so it didn’t take long for me to be drenched in sweat and I was struggling to remove the motor given the tight conditions where it was placed.
She insisted I come to the kitchen and take a break.
She had a fan going so we sat at the table to cool off and I drank some tea. She expressed how much she appreciated me coming over and as her and I have done before when it comes to things lie this, she talked how Brad wasn’t very handy when it comes to things like this or even doing general things around the house when he was home.
It was true, he asked me to come over and fix a light, a switch, a door, or whatever.
As we sat at the table and talked she asked me if I could look at the ceiling fan in their bedroom because it was making a noise. Being the jokester I am I tried to lighten things up.

“Doesn’t the fan block the view from the mirrors you guys have on the ceiling”, I said with a smile.
“Well you would know since you would have been the one to install the mirrors”, she said.
“Nah, I put myself in a pinhole camera when I was in the attic a couple months back”, I said.
“Well you haven’t seen much action then”, she said.
“Don’t shit me, you don’t get pregnant by shaking hands”, I responded.
“Yeah, well maybe he doesn’t find me attractive anymore”, she said.
“Unless he turned gay and blind I don’t think so”, I said laughing.

She looked down and just shook her head slightly and my amusement stopped. Something was wrong and she had a hard time hiding it.
We all have always threw out the sexual inuendos and inquiries. I mean since we all have known each other there wasn’t a conversation that wasn’t laced with sexual overtures but I seemed to have hit a nerve but figured it was hormones or something, I know moods can change during pregnancy.
I asked if she was OK and I apologized if I crossed a line. She said it’s fine then simply said that her and Brad hadn’t been “close” lately. She still looked more away than at me as we continued to talk.
We finished our drinks and I went back to work on the air. Finally freeing the motor I took it to where I worked to find a replacement.
While I was on the way Brad called and I gave him the rundown of what happened and what I found and that I also found a small leak in their unit and I would fix that while I was there.
He expressed the usual gratitude and said he would be back tomorrow afternoon and we would get together at some point, etc.
I obtained what I needed and went back to their house to fix everything.
While I worked Cindy would come by with a drink for me and check how things were going. I certainly didn’t mind because I got to sneak in some looks at her. I’m the type that does plenty of looking, and wondering.
I mean if a woman is HOT she just is, doesn’t matter if she’s your friends wife, girlfriend or your own girlfriends sister or her friends or whatever.
I LOOK and wonder “what would it be like”, you know ?. Maybe your not supposed to look and think those things but I do and I suspect more do then don’t or they wouldn’t even admit it to themselves.
Cindy is very pretty and there is a hotness to SOME pregnant woman and she was one of them. Her pregnancy didn’t diminish her attractiveness and it even enhanced certain things.

I finished up the motor installation, repaired the leak and finally cranked it up and ran through the checks. I went to the kitchen to sit in front of the fan and let the unit run so I could make sure it would operate fine. Being evening and the work was done Cindy offered me a beer and after a little bit we could start to feel the house cooling down.
She was incredibly appreciative, saying I did a lot of work and she wanted to feed me so she ordered a pizza.
While waiting for the pizza we went into the bedroom to check out the ceiling fan and I found the blades were just a little loose.
While I was on the ladder tightening loose fan blades we began to joke around and the inuendos started up again.

“So where is the camera you installed”, she asked.
“Above your side of the bed”, I said.
“You wouldn’t want to look at me much lately”, she said.
I was finishing up the last of the blades and tightening a few other things and even replaced one of the light bulbs in the globe and I was about to come down the ladder.
“How much are we going to owe you”, she asked.
“Ah, we’ll just take it out in trade”, I said looking down at her while holding a laugh.
“Hell, I would be owing you”, she said. She feigned half a smile as she said that and looked straight out like she had something on her mind.

I have to admit, just the thought of it was getting me hard. I mean with all the inuendos thrown out among various people and groups there is always an element of want, need or desire in them. Hell, how naughty would that be anyway, your best friends wife, she’s pregnant and gorgeous, he is out of town…………… I mean they make movies on those woman’s channels about stuff like this.

The doorbell rang and we knew the pizza was here. She headed out to answer the door and I finished up, got my tools and put the ladder back in their garage and I cleaned up a bit in their washout sink since their laundry room is where you enter the garage.
I got back to the kitchen, she had the pizza on the table and another beer waiting for me.
“What were you doing out there”, she said.
“Oh, I was just changing the tape in the camera”, I said with a big smile.
She rolled her eyes and with a slight smile,
“you will be bored to tears”, she said.
“That’s what you think” I said.
We ate pizza and she seemed to be looking off in the distance and thinking. When she did start talking it was about her friend Amy, who I was in a relationship with until recently.
It had been a month since Amy and I split, well since Amy decided to split.
She said that her and Amy “talked” and she hoped I wouldn’t be mad about anything she shared and wondered if I was OK. I acknowledged that it was a tender subject for me but I told her I know woman talk and that since I treated Amy good and that she never had any complaints I knew about so whatever they shared it didn’t bother me.

“Well she isn’t going to make it long with the guy she’s with, but he’s “the bad boy”, said Cindy as she shook her head in wonder.
“I guess I’m just a nice guy, to nice huh”, I asked.
“There is nothing wrong with that, don’t change a thing, she knows what a wonderful guy your are”, she said.
“Yeah, a lot of good it’s done me, she still left me”, I said.

We talked about how all woman seem to want the bad boy then regret it afterwords and correlated that to how some men have strict criteria for the type of woman they want.
The conversation melded into how people are superficial and what is the basis for attraction and is love real………..the conversation became very philosophical.
Cindy said that Amy told her we had conversations like that but her and Brad didn’t and she wished they did. She also affirmed that Amy had NO complaints, in any department of our relationship.
I was washed with a flood of emotions as Cindy told me this. I sat there looking back on what once was along with the thought of rejection stemming from things that were just fine by most standards.
Cindy noticed the change in my face and tone, she could tell I was hurt and she apologized but she was actually hoping to make me feel better by telling me it wasn’t anything I did or didn’t do, etc.

In an attempt to alleviate any guilt she may have for bringing up the subject I said, “It’s all right, I just think about it sometimes and I miss her and……things”. I glanced at her, figuring she would get what I was referring to.
It had been a month since I had sex so sitting here thinking of and talking about Amy made me long for “attention”.
The sexual inuendos can help confirm that you may still be wanted, needed, attractive, viril, sexy, etc.
I appreciated Cindy’s sensitivity and the confirmation that I did things right in my relationship with Amy.
These confirmations are not just a woman’s domain, we all need it.

Cindy looked at me, “I get what your saying, I understand BELIEVE ME”, she said.
“Things haven’t been good”, I asked.
“I don’t think he loves me anymore”, she said as her eyes watered.
I told her that was far from the truth and I assured her that Brad loves her and expressed how good of a person she is. I listed all her personality attributes.
She retorted that all those things are great and the way it should be but that it means nothing to Brad. She feels that the physical attributes seemed to be more important to him and that Brad hasn’t touched her since she just started to show and she feels he is repulsed by her.
I know how he is and I expect she certainly does as well since I know there is some validity to what she feels. Brad has always liked his woman slender from head to toe and he is very explicit in his criteria.
I wouldn’t admit it to Cindy rather I tried to allay her fears and talked about other aspects concerning Brad. She countered that she wouldn’t expect me to say anything different and that I was being a good friend by trying to back him up.
She laid out the list of girls and woman he dated and she was right, there was no variation in the type. He ALWAYS went with slender, blond, blue eyes and between 5’7″ and 5’9″.

On the other hand she listed all the girls and woman I went out with over the years and it was incredibly diverse in comparison. Be they tall, petite, blond, brunette, red head, slender, a little chunky, etc. She said either I was about the individual rather than hooked on one body type or I’m just not very discriminating and an opportunist.
I told her I find beauty in many female forms and my interest is in conjunction with their character. I am a typical red blooded guy as well but I’m not a hound dog either.
She said she knew that about me but had to throw jab at me but I did concede that opportunity is a somewhat of a factor but she knows I don’t just poke and run.

“I think Brad loves me but not ME”, she said she said jabbing a finger at her heart.
“Cindy, there are plenty of woman who fit the “criteria” but he married YOU”, I said trying to make a point.
“I know and your right but on the physical part I don’t fit the mold anymore and so I feel he doesn’t love me inside”, she said.
She was getting emotional and I was somewhat uncomfortable with her confiding in me. I didn’t know if she was spilling her guts in an attempt to have me validate her concerns or convince her she was wrong about it all. I thought to myself that I need to inject some levity into the situation and try to sway the conversation elsewhere.
“Cindy, I’m not a woman or a licensed bartender, you sure you want to discuss this with me”, I said with a smile.
She smiled and reached over and grab my hand and gave it a squeeze,
“Your a friend and I know how easy you are to talk to”, she said.
I looked down as she withdrew her hand. It felt good, she had soft hands plus I haven’t talked to anyone since Amy and I split and Cindy understood.
She knows me and she knows Amy but there is something to sitting in front of and talking with a pretty woman that just warms things up. I was thinking crazy things in my head right now. I am hurt, lonely, and horny. I don’t need to be in this state in this situation, I didn’t need this aggravation.

“We’re kind of in the same boat”, she said.
I nodded my head slightly to affirm what she said.
“I know it was more than that with you and Amy but…..it’s been awhile huh”, she asked.
I drew in a breath,
“Yeah”, I said while breathing out and and looking down at the table.
“Maybe we can help each other out”, she said.
My eyes immediately went from the table to her. She didn’t have a smile on her face rather she looked at me and shrugged her shoulder as to express “why not”.

I didn’t need this, I figured she would bust out laughing at any time but the continued silence along with the straight look on her face and my cock began to harden.
I had thoughts racing through my head as I tried to interpret what she meant by that. Perhaps she means we can help by talking to each other about our issues or that she wants me to talk with Brad and she talk to Amy.
I’m sure she doesn’t mean her and I, me and her, that we should…………… NAHHHHH.
I decided it was time to lighten things up again so a little inuendo as a retort would be appropriate given my nature, that way I don’t look stupid and presumptuous. Then I can get through this, go home and clean up then pound one off to clear my mind.

“MMM baby, what did you have in mind”, I said with a smile.
“SEX”, she said, still keeping that straight face.
“Your not serious”, I said as I continued my smile.
She kept her straight face and didn’t flinch. Either she had restraint she never had before when we joked around like this or she was dead serious. I was resigned to give in because the frustration was just to much for me.
“Alright, what do you mean sex, sex with who”, I asked with a smirk on my face instead of a smile.
“Each other”, she said, still no smile.
I just looked at her with the same smirk as I explored her eyes, what I saw made the smirk disappear. Her eyes had the look of seriousness. I still thought that either she is throwing my inuendos back at me to teach me a lesson or something but either way I was ready to concede defeat. My need was desperate and this wasn’t funny to me anymore.
I drew in a breath, let it out and shook my head slightly as I spoke,
“Cindy, don’t play with me like that”, I said.
“Look, I need to have sex BAD. Brad hasn’t so much as touched me in 3 months and I doubt he is going without”, she said.

I wanted to argue with her about whatever Brad may or may not be doing while at the same time I had empathy for her. I know Brad has his strict criteria but this is his wife and even though she is not the slender woman she was a few months back she is still a pretty and sensuous woman.
I sat there amazed and thought how could he keep his hands off of her.
I had thoughts in my head which I knew were driven by the lack of sex, the fact I always thought Cindy was HOT, that he is gone, that she needs it and to top it off this would be sooooo naughty and wrong.
I wanted to have sex with her, I wanted it really bad and here is the opportunity. I knew I had to restrain myself but there is only so much a guy can take given certain situations.
I didn’t want to do the wrong thing but I was so weak and overcome with desire, I needed to have my cock buried in a warm wet pussy and I was willing to justify anything to satisfy that need.
Still trying to remain calm and restrained I intended to ask her a series of questions to interpret her full desire and be ahead of any resulting fallout afterwords.

“You really want to do this”, I asked.
“Yes. It doesn’t have to mean anything, it can just be sex”, she said.

Now I have never been the one to just bang a woman and go nor have I been with a woman that is like that. The female body is like a work of art to me. Each one is different but share common elements that come together in may different forms and can be appreciated individually. I derive pleasure from exploring their bodies and when sex is between two people that really know each other then it seems to be more than just sex and this is a case in point. We have known each other a long time and as woman talk to each other about their “experiences” they have more information.
Cindy has talked with Amy and I bet she has shared certain details plus Cindy seems to be a bit of an opportunist as well. I imagine she is justifying things in her mind being that she is blind with need just as I am…………here I am justifying a wrong in my mind as I stared at her.

“So what do you say, help each other out”, she said, her eye brows raised in question.
“One condition….No regrets”, I said.
I wanted it to be true and hoped it would be true but the potential for regret is obviously HUGE, we knew it. By satisfying a mutual need and not getting “attached” then perhaps regret can be averted but it’s amazing what can flood into ones mind the instant after gratification.
We figured if we can hold on to the appreciation of satisfying each other and kept as a secret between friends then we could have a fond memory for years to come.

Without a word we each pushed back our chairs and stood up. I followed her to their guest bedroom. I walked through the door and stepped to the side of the bed and turned, she stood at the door looking at me then slowly closed it.
There was still plenty of daylight outside and with the window blind down and closed the room was still bathed in light that filtered through the slats. She walked to the window and pulled the drapes closed in an attempt to darken the room some.
She turned to look at me and said, “I’m a little modest”, as she put a hand on her stomach.
“You don’t need to be”, I said.
She smiled and looked down then walked to the other side of the bed, turned and sat on the edge.
“David, I really appreciate this”, she said.

I didn’t know how to respond I mean what do you say “no problem, it’s OK, think nothing of it”, WHAT ?.

I continued to stand and began to take my shirt off while she pulled her top off and removed her bra. I kept an eye on her to watch her movements to spot any hesitation that wasn’t the result of modesty in lieu of a sudden change of mind. I removed my pants but kept my boxers on “just in case”.
As she remained seated she turned her head slightly to look in my direction then she removed her shorts and panties in one motion without standing up.
“I’m shy”, she said.
“You don’t need to be”, I said.
She kept her back to me then turned her head and body enough to look back at me. Her eyes went from mine to my boxers then back to my eyes.
“Your shy”, she said.
“Nope”, I said as I pulled down my boxers while I bent over then stood back up.
Her eyes went wide as she looked at my cock,
“Oh my god”, she said.
We looked at each other for several more seconds then I said,
“you still want to do this”.

She nodded her head yes and I crawled up onto the middle of the bed and rested on my knees. She scooted back then laid down and turned on her side facing me and began to lean her head in towards me while reaching to grab my cock with her hand.
“You don’t have to do that”, I said.
“I want to”, she said.
I leaned over, moving my cock closer to her mouth and she took me in. She didn’t just take me in she eagerly sucked me into her mouth trying to take as much as she could. I supported myself on one arm as I leaned over her head while I took my other hand and grabbed her hair.
This caused her to take me in even more. She wanted me to force my cock into her mouth so I tightened my grip on her hair and pulled her head onto me as I thrust my hips forward. She loved the fact that I was “forcing her” onto me, she wanted and needed to know that she could please.
There was no doubt she was pleasing me as I let out an,
OHHHHHHHH CINDY, IT FEELS GOOD, SUCK MY DICK. She was pent up with need and desire and she made little,
“mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm,” noises as she worked hard to take my dick.

After a few minutes I just began to get that feeling and I didn’t want to come, not yet anyway. I wanted her pussy, her married pregnant pussy. I wanted to get as deep in her as I possibly could. I eased the grip on her hair as a signal that I was ready to proceed.
She didn’t stop at all, I was in heaven from the pleasure she was giving me as well as me looking down and seeing her pretty face as my dick stretched her sweet mouth. Her eyes were closed and she had no plan to stop.
The cum started to rise towards it’s exit and my breathing picked up.
My eyes closed as I tried to concentrate on not cumming but my minds eye only contained the last thing I saw which was Cindy’s mouth stretched around my cock. I imagined the cum spurting into her mouth.

“UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, CINDY YOUR GONNA MAKE ME CUM BABY. She increased the suction and began to let her tongue glide along the bottom of my shaft.
I was resigned to the fact that she wasn’t going to stop. I grabbed her hair again and now concentrated on relieving my own pent up need.
The cum had risen all the way up my shaft and I felt precum leak out as I squeezed my muscles closed.

I let the pressure build as she continued to work. The more pressure that built the tighter I gripped her hair, the tighter my eyes closed.
I was at the bursting point,
“OHHHHHH”, I moaned out as I began to lean my head back and I squeezed my muscles even tighter. I couldn’t contain it anymore, I had to cum, I was about to cum in my best friends wifes sweet mouth. Her expert sucking, her sweet face, the wrongness of it all was more than I could take,
“I GOTTA CUUUUUM”, I roared.
I relaxed my muscles and let out a loud,
“UH”, as a small squirt splashed into her mouth. Behind that initial spurt came a sudden torrent of cum shooting from my dick, “UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”, I painfully shouted out. That huge flow of cum hurt just a little as it shot out.
Now my cock muscles began to convulse as I moaned painful and relieving,
“UHHH, UHHH, UHHH, UHHH as stream after stream of boiling hot pent up cum shot from my peehole and into Cindy’s mouth.

Each time I shot into her mouth she moaned,
“MMM, MMM, MMM, MMM as she worked to swallow it all. I was almost in a trance as I just kept my grip on her hair with my eyes closed tight as she worked my shaft with her mouth. I snapped back to and released my grip when she pulled back and tongued my sensitive head.
She pulled off and with her hand wrapped around my cock she applied pressure to her thumb and ran it under my shaft and worked her hand up my cock in an attempt to extract the remainder.
As she pulled my dick a glob of sticky cum bubbled up from my peehole. She place her mouth over my head and sucked. She liked what she tasted as she loudly went,
“MMMMMMM”, as she extracted what was left.
I was looking down at her and as she finished she pulled off of my dick and looked at me. I stroked her hair and looked at her while shaking my head, she spoke first.

“I needed to do that and when we do it I want it to last”, she said.
I looked up and down her body as she laid there.
“Your not turned off by my stomach”, she asked.
NO, your beautiful”, I said.
She smiled big, rolled over and oriented her body to the length of the bed. I moved over and laid down next to her. She truly did look beautiful. I laid on my side behind her but not scooting my body up to hers, there was a little bit of space between us.
Not able to curb my natural tendencies I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder and ran down her arm and onto her side following the curve of her waist, hip and butt.
I almost anticipated her to recoil as I did this because she may interpret my affection as attachment. She was my friend, she was my best friends wife and I was not going to get attached but I do appreciate a woman’s body and to ignore them after a session is just not in my nature.
As I ran my hand along her butt, side and back she seemed relaxed and almost purred with a barely audible,
“mmmmmmmmmm”.

She was receptive, I scooted up closer so I could feel her body against mine which allowed me to expand my reach. I wanted to feel her all over. I ran my hand over her waist then forward as I followed the curve of her pregnant belly.
I was a bit surprised as she relaxed even more by letting out a breath, pushing her back against me and stretching her arm out in front of her. I moved my hand up to her breasts taking one in my hand and gently squeezing then continued to let my hand roam all over her smooth body .
“oh my god this feels good………I never get this kind of attention”, she said.
Now I had a little worry about attachment from her. I don’t have a clue what kind of attention Brad gives her even when she wasn’t pregnant but I couldn’t help it, she has a terrific body and her pregnancy didn’t diminish a thing.
“You mean you don’t get this lately”, I asked.
“NO, I mean I have NEVER gotten this”, she said.
“WHAT, I can’t believe that”, I said.
“I’m telling you the truth”, she said.

I laid there thinking what the fuck is wrong with Brad, his wife is blazing hot and she has an all around pleasant personality.