My wife hated her best friends first serious boyfriend. He was arrogant. Cocky. A bit of a misogynist.

But he was, as she described him, "fucking gorgeous."

My wife stayed over at her friends one night and listened as the young couple fucked. She got off listening to them, especially her girlfriend’s high pitched squeals. She slowly started to masturbate. Even though she was sleeping on the couch she kicked off the covets and pulled down her pajama bottoms.

She tried to match the rhythm of squealing and she brought herself to orgasm at the same time her friend came.

She lay there, pussy exposed, panting for breath. When the boyfriend stepped out to clean up, he saw her splayed out. Even now she has a hard time admitting that she wanted him to catch her.

His cock, even soft, was big and she stared at him openly. His cock twitched. Started to get hard. She beckoned him over and, scarcely believing that she was doing it, slipped off the couch onto her knees.

She leaned forward and, with one hand, guided him into her mouth. She could taste her friend all over him, feel the texture of her slowly drying juices. It was disgusting and unbelievably arousing at the same time.

She sucked him vigorously, feeling him get harder in her mouth.

When he came it was a silent grunt and slightly painful thrust into her throat. There wasn't a lot after he’d filled her girlfriend. He bent over, kissed her mouth, and went to wash up.

She could still taste her girlfriend on her lips.

The Chronology of Anne