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  TAKING MY BEST FRIEND’S CURVY WIFE

  FREE USE 4

  AMY LOVETRAIN

  Copyright © 2020 by AMY LOVETRAIN. All rights reserved.

  Warning: This book contains adult subject matter which some people may find offensive. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

  Taking My Best Friend’s Curvy Wife

  Jill was everything I could ever want in a woman. Although well into her forties she put girls half her age to shame. With long raven-black hair, pouty blowjob lips, and a body so curvy and tight she made every man in town walk around with a stoop, she was the walking definition of pure sex. The trouble was she was off-limits. Jill, you see, was a married woman.

  Now, you may wonder what’s the big deal about that? Plenty of married women enjoy affairs. I’ll tell you what the big deal was…she was the bride of one of the most powerful and affluent men in the city—a man with connections to the mob. That meant he was a man you didn’t want to fuck with.

  But I knew that deep down she wasn’t happy. I knew that she was cock-hungry and lonely. And although she was a woman who enjoyed the finer things in life when it came to material things, she was a woman who was gagging for some sexual action. I knew this because her husband, my best friend, boasted that he was done with her. While she was just another one of his many possessions—rattling around the huge mansion they shared, with nothing to do or no one to see—he spent most of his time banging chicks that were young and unbroken.

  He was crazy. If I had a woman half as beautiful as Jill then I’d never leave the house! I’d be fucking her until my dick bled and I had drawn my very last breath!

  One night, though, I was to get my chance…

  Having gone over to my friend’s house for our monthly poker night, I knew that Jill would be there—as always, waiting hand and foot on all of the men who’d sit around the table playing cards. Jill was the perfect hostess. She always made sure our glasses were full and that we had all the snacks and supplies we needed.

  Just I did, I knew every guy around the table had their eyes on her. They’d always try to hide it, though, for fear of winding up the man of the house. The last guy who made a comment about her ass—all quite innocent and in jest—hasn’t been seen at our poker games ever since.

  My friend wasn’t just a man you wouldn’t want to mess with, he was also a sadist—making sure that his loyal little wifey always wore figure-hugging dresses whenever he’d entertain us. It was as if he was daring us. And even though I’d known him longer than the other guys I was under no illusion that he’d dispatch of me should my gaze linger on his wife’s banging body too long.

  This night was different, though. This night I had a way to get what I wanted: A tiny vial of Free Use potion that Charlie, another friend, slipped me before we rocked up to poker. He told me he drank some on the last poker night and fucked Jill in the bathroom. At first I didn’t believe him, but he showed me a picture on his phone of Jill’s naked pussy—totally shaved clean, puffy, and glistening, with his dirty load dribbling out of it!

  The picture was crazy-hot but it didn’t prove anything. It could have been any one of his sluts. However, it was the second pic, with them both looking into the camera as her cheeks were flush rosy-red, that was the real proof. He really had fucked her. The potion he gave me really did work.

  I was convinced that being bored and unused meant that Jill would have opened up her bald flower for any one of us, regardless of the magical aid, but I also knew she’d probably end up confessing to her tyrannical husband should his paranoia surface. The Free Use tonic made her forget all about what happened to her after the deed, and who—more importantly—had left a hot batch of cum deep inside her sweet pussy.

  Just as I folded, I pushed from my seat and made an excuse to head to the bathroom. With my friend’s eyes on his cards a minute or so earlier, I made sure to knock back the magic Free Use drink while he wasn’t watching. With his little lady fixing up snacks in the kitchen, I took a slight detour from where I told the guys I was going.

  “Joey,” Jill said, smiling at me as I entered the kitchen. “Are you winning?”

  “Nope.”

  Her perfect smile stretched, meeting her pretty green eyes. “Same old, huh?”

  “You could say that.” My jaw set as I watched her glide around the kitchen like the dutiful wife she was. Wearing a short but billowy red dress, which clung to her curves perfectly, she made my cock twinge in anticipation. I was horny, knowing just how awesome sex was going to be with her, but also scared shitless. One tiny slip up, one wrong move and I’d be busted. No one could see me take her away for a quickie…

  No one.

  Luckily the house was big enough for me to lead her upstairs via a different way. So, taking her by the hand before she could say another word, I crept upstairs with her and pushed her into the bedroom she shared with her unappreciative ass of a husband.

  “What are you doing?” she said.

  “Giving you what you need, and what I crave.”

  Her cheeks flamed and her bright green eyes widened as I pulled down my pant zipper. I nodded to her martial bed. “Make yourself comfy, baby.”

  Biting on her lower lip, which drove me crazy with lust, she did exactly as I told her to—slowly stepping back until her long legs hit the edge of her huge king-sized bed. All the while she kept her sexy gaze pinned to me, looking wild with desire.

  “Now take your dress off,” I whispered, my eyes feasting on her curvy hour-glass figure. “And the panties, baby. I want to see it all.”

  Again, she did exactly as I had instructed her to, treating me to the most heavenly vision of a woman I’d ever seen in my life. Her tits were huge but firm and perky, with rock-hard nipples and light pink aureolas, and the generous curves of her hips and thighs were wonderfully thicc and juicy. And her pussy…my god, her slit—fully shaved like in my friend’s picture—looked so tight that I wanted to dive straight for it and eat it out for the rest of my life!

  With my stiff cock now free and pointing toward her like a weapon, I slowly approached her. As soon as she was within arms reach, I held her by her waist and smashed my lips up to hers; drinking in her sweet taste with a deep and passionate kiss. As my tongue danced in perfect synergy with hers, making us both heat and tremble, the leaky head of my cock bumped against her naked sex. I could have shunted forward at that very moment and stabbed myself past her wet folds, but I resisted. I wanted to taste her first; I wanted her taste me.

  Pushing her down on the bed, I parted her long sleek legs and buried my head between them. The scent from her cunt was as sweet as the perfume she was wearing. I was drunk with lust from the gorgeous smell of her pussy.

  Pushing the tip of my tongue out, I began to gently lick her damp fleshy crease—lapping at those sweet petals with relish as I tugged on my naked cock. The gentleness in my approach was short-lived, though. As soon as I heard a faint moan of pleasure push past her ruby-red lips, and feel her thighs quiver against my ears, I drove my tongue as far into her gash as I could.

  She writhed on the bed and her breathy moans became louder as I ate her out with need. Her cunt was like candy—soft, warm and deliciously wet. I tugged harder on my pulsing cock as I swirled my tongue around her meaty clit. As soon as I drew in her clit and sucked hard she bucked and screamed as though she’d just sped down a rollercoaster track.

  I jumped up and clamped her mouth shut with both hands. She seemed startled by this but soon nodded when I told her she had to keep the noise down. “If your husband hears us he’ll kill me.” With my heart hammering, I glanced back over my shoulder toward the door.

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p; When I knew I had her full compliance, I shifted up the bed to meet her and lay on my back. I kept an eye on the door as I guided her head toward my erect cock. I felt like calling an end to this madness for fear of being torn apart by her husband, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was too addicted to the thought of screwing her. The house was big anyway, and with music playing downstairs, along with the boys all laughing as they told all the old stories around the table, I think I was just about safe.

  As soon as Jill wrapped her plump red lips around my fat cock my fears suddenly evaporated. All I could think about now was the sheer pleasure building up in my balls. Her mouth felt tight against my taut shaft and she had sucked me right down to the root without so much as flinching.

  I was in heaven. Even if my dangerous best friend burst into the room and caught me enjoying his woman, it was worth it. I could die a happy man. Well, almost…

  I quickly shoved her off my dick before I exploded right down her throat and then positioned myself over her gorgeous body. With her lying flat beneath me, I hoisted up one of her legs and kissed the arch of her foot as I nudged my engorged prick up to her soft folds. I was worshiping her body; nibbling on her toes, licking her smooth legs, squeezing on her big breasts. Jesus, she was stunning. I think I would have licked shit off every inch of her body if I had to, just to get a taste of her warm flesh.

  Just as the head of my stiff dick pushed against her entry, she pulled her leg down and reached up for me. All of a sudden she yanked me down onto her and thrust her hips up. My cock broke right past her fleshy guard and got sucked all the way into her snug, pink tunnel.

  A cry of ecstasy pushed from her lips, matched by a growl of need from mine, as every hard inch I was blessed with stuffed her to the hilt. The sexy bitch fit like a damn glove, and when I pulled back and then plowed right back in again, her cunt muscles clamped to me like a vise! I never felt pussy like that before; even when I screwed the eighteen-year old brat I picked up from the side of the road three weeks back. No, Jill was the tightest and hottest woman I had ever fucked.

  As the bed began too creak and rock, getting louder as I sped up my thrusts, I sucked on her left tit. My cock felt bulged as I slid in and out of her soaking wet pussy.

  “Faster,” she begged. “I missed this so much!”

  Her words were like music. This filthy whore was loving it. Her dirty cries of surrender made my nuts throb with an impending release, and just as she had asked me to I began to speed up. In fact, not too long after—as I was jackhammering her shaved cunt like a caged animal set free—I didn’t care how loud she was screaming. The risk added to the thrill of it all!

  “You’re so big!” she wailed, twisting and thrashing around beneath me as I pumped her soaking pussy harder and faster.

  “Im coming,” she gasped. “Oh my god, I’m…”

  As her cunt walls crushed the thick shaft of my shunting cock, and her orgasm exploded on me, I roared and let rip. Shooting into her like a jet, my cum was hot and thick—spurting all the way into her clenching pussy before seeping into her womb.

  Just as I collapsed on top of her sweaty body, letting out a huge sigh of satisfaction, my best friend called up to me. “Joey! Where are you?”

  I sprang up. “Shit!”

  Jill closed her eyes and pressed a pillow to her belly. Naked, she just rolled onto her side and smiled as though this was the most natural thing in the world. Knowing that she wasn’t in a rush to straighten up, I quickly got dressed and crept out of the bedroom.

  “Joey!” he called up again.

  “Coming,” I shouted back, my heart racing a million miles as I looked over the stair banister.

  “We’re playing a new hand. Hurry up, will ya.”

  I blew out and held onto my chest. When he walked away to go back to the dining room where we were playing poker, I felt like the luckiest man on earth.

  Just as I took another deep breath and willed away the heat in my cheeks, Jill casually walked past me. She was dressed now, with not a single hair out of place.

  My brows met. “Jill?”

  She stopped and turned on her heel. “Yes, Joey?”

  “What are you doing up here?”

  She smiled and then squinted, looking confused. “I…I don’t remember…” Her smile returned. “I must be going crazy!”

  I snickered.

  As she walked downstairs, a broad smile pulled at my lips. Not only had I got away with destroying Jill’s tight pussy, I’d get another go with her very soon. Her husband, my best friend, was away next weekend on business. And that meant that Jill would be left all alone in the house…bored and in need of some good company.

  I may have sucked at cards tonight, but I was already a winner!

  The End

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