The girl Of His Best Friend.


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At the phone of an unfamiliar car engine rumbling into the driveway, a mystify Jennifer stood up and walked to the window to key the source of the randomness. Surely Dave had n't bought yet another car ?
Being married to a confirmed petrol-head had some advantage, such as always having an exciting motor-car to depend on around in, but it also had some disadvantages, such as their garden, garage and often the kitchen filled with oily rags, oil, dick and various scattered automobile part, unusual looking mob, Piston, nuts, bolts and all form of railway locomotive detritus.

Her brow furrowed at the batch of a 1970 's President Ford Capri parked outside the front door of the semi-detached business firm where she had lived for the past five years, since she had married Dave. It was certainly a definitive British sports car, but did they really need it ?
Although Dave had a enough job, earning good money, times were hoodlum enough as it was.
Jennifer 's part-time job at the local pub did n't bring her in a lot of spare cash, and she was always asking the hirer for extra hours, just for the money for a few personal sumptuousness items.

She breathed a gentle suspiration of relief as she saw Dave 's best friend Andy climb out of the car. Andy was also a car addict, and had been Dave 's pal for years. He 'd been best man at their wedding ceremony, and had been responsible for for organising an abide by guard of men in boilersuit holding vauntingly spanners aloft when she and Dave had left the church - a fitting ( and humorous ) feeling. Jennifer grinned at the memory.

As she walked towards the front line door, the doorbell rang. She swung the door open and greeted Andy with a smile.

'' Hi Andy ! He 's not here at the moment, and he wo n't be back for a trivial while yet. ``

'' That 's ok Jenny, but I variety of needed to see him. Any chance I could fare in and wait ? ``

'' Sure, truelove, come on in and sit down. I 'll put the kettle on. ``

Andy walked through to the couch whilst Jennifer went into the kitchen. Whilst the kettle boiled she added the coffee to the cups, four wampum for Andy as usual, Black with no milk for her own.

With the coffee tree made, she carried the cupful through to the lounge. Andy was sitting comfortably in the armchair, so Jennifer set them down on the coffee tree table, and sat down on the sofa facing him.

The duet of them chatted, making small talk and generally having a gossip. Jennifer asked about the Ford Madox Ford now parked outside, and found out that Andy had only bought it yesterday. It needed a bit of work, but it was basically a clean-living motor. Whilst they talked, Andy ran through his pattern bowed stringed instrument of laugh and gags, making Jennifer laugh, as he usually did.
Although she had n't been treasonable to Dave since they first met eight years ago, Jennifer had always wondered what would have happened if Andy, and not Dave, had come over and chatted her up that night in the pub.
It was entirely possible that she might 've ended up dating Andy instead, as Jennifer had always had a indulgent spot for him.
As they talked, she smiled inwardly as she occasionally caught Andy 's eye straying downwards to where her dummy nestled under her vest-top. She felt a jot of plethora when she realised that his gaze was also occasionally wandering down to her crotch. She crossed her miserly denim-encased legs, but she also felt a slight flush of excitement at the intellection that Andy was 'checking her out'.

She was used to guys ogling her at employment of course, she had a right figure by all chronicle, and usually wore low upside and short skirts to ferment - she had found that men bought her drinks a lot more often if she did so.

The burnt umber now long inebriate, she was giggling at yet another of Andy 's wisecracks, when her mobile phone beeped it 's text alert. She scowled slightly as she read the school text from Dave out loudly - `` Gon na be hour yet, see you soon ''.

'' Oh well, it 's up to you if you want to stay and wait Andy, '' she continued `` I 'm going to ingest to go and get ready for work in a bit, but I can make you a sandwich or something if you 're going to stay. ``

'' No, but thanks anyway Jenny, guess I 'll experience to get going soon. '' was the reply.

Jennifer blushed as she realised that Andy had spoken the words directly to her tit, no longer even keeping up the pretence of looking her in the eye.

Looking up, Andy caught her eye, and stammered his dustup hesitantly `` Um ... er ... Jenny, can I ... ah ... er ... ask you something ? '' As he spoke the dustup, he fumbled for something from the air hole of his trousers.

'' Yeah, go on ! '' Jennifer answered brightly, feeling all at once embarrassed, flattered and slightly aroused by Andy 's obvious hold of her physical structure.
Unthinkingly, she flashed a glance at Andy 's groin, and caught her breath as she realised that he had a very visible erection straining in his trousers.

'' Er ... um ... well, it 's like this Jen, '' Andy continued `` I 've always form of been a bit jealous of Dave, 'cause he 's got you, and you 're a good-looking raspberry alright. '' Jennifer felt her side bloom with lovingness as her buttock reddened.

He continued to stammer `` I've..I 've ... um ... I 've always thought you had great ... er ... teat. '' As he spoke the words, Jennifer saw that he had a roll of twenty pound banknotes in his hand, and he was peeling off some as he spoke `` If I gave you a hundred quid, would you show them to me ? '' he tilted his heading to one side, pulled a font and gave one of his daft winks, which always made Jennifer laugh.

She fought hard not to giggle, and attempted to involve an air of shocked indignation, but somehow she knew she was failing to do so. In accuracy she was by now feeling more than slightly aroused. However, she was for the moment incoherent, unsure of exactly what to say or do.

Andy pulled some more greenback from the bank-roll. `` Ok Jen, two hundred ! '' He made another face, gurning madly. Jennifer 's frontage finally slipped and she giggled out gaudy.
'I know it 's wrong, but what possible scathe could it do ?'She thought to herself. 'It 's not alike guys do n't stare at my mammilla and arse all night when I 'm at study, and it 's only Andy, not complete unknown .'

She fought a brief mental battle with herself, trying to witness reasons to justify why she should or should not comply with Andy 's request.

Finally, she made a snap determination. `` Two hundred ? '' she blurted out `` Ok then, you 're on ! ``

She crossed her blazon in front of her and, grasping the hem of her vest with both hands, whipped it off, throwing it up into the air, where it landed on the floor a few foot away. Inwardly she was glad she had one of her decent brassiere on, she would 've hated to get been wearing one of her old grey mutation bras.

Her hands flee unit of ammunition to the centre of her book binding, and unclasped the eye-hooks holding her bra strap. She hastily flung the garment into the air, where it 's flight traced a brief arc through the air, before landing close by the thrown-away vest.

Smiling, she raised her munition and clasped her hands behind her head, spreading her cubital joint wide-cut so that her white meat stood proudly towards the broadly grinning man opposite her.

She slowly rotated her torso to the left and to the right field, her boobs swaying gently as she did so.

Andy stared wide-eyed eyed at her breast for a wax minute before he spoke. He swallowed hard, gulping air before he spoke `` Um ... If I gave you another two hundred Jen, could I ... er ... tint them ? Maybe play with them a bit ? ``

Jennifer 's jaw dropped in suprise, she knew it was totally wrong to be doing this but in trueness she was secretly enjoying the charged sexual fervour she was feeling. She had n't been treasonous to Dave in the eight years they 'd been together, but this did n't really depend, did it ?

Now it was her turn to stammer as she spoke `` Er ... ok, Andy - that 'll take a crap it f-four century pound, y-yeah ? ``

'' Sure ! '' said Andy, as he deposited the notes on the coffee tabular array. He stood and walked around the low table, sitting himself alongside Jennifer. Nervously, his hands shook a little as he began to gently caress Jennifer 's chest. His fond script grasped the ample breasts, squeezing and stroking them, his fingertips tweaking her erect nipple, lightly at first, then more strongly.

Jennifer gave a light moan of delight, and closed her eyes as she let the pleasurable sense datum sweep through her body.
Her eyes suddenly opened full as she felt Andy 's oral cavity close around her right chest, his lips clamping down on her soft pulp, whilst his tongue flickered to and fro across her teat. His hand swirled around her provide bosom, his fingerbreadth simultaneously imitating the arousal his natural language and teeth were now performing on the right one.

Jennifer intended to say 'No !'but the entirely sound that emerged from her mouth was a low moan of pleasure. She could feel the warmth inside her groin now and, guiltily, she knew she was soaking wet down below.

After a while, Andy 's paw and sass released their suitcase on Jennifer 's consistency, and he sat back a little, smiling.

Jennifer 's nous was a whirl of confusion - guilt and doubt wrestled with exciting thrills and sexual stimulation. She was astounded at Andy 's side by side move.

He pulled the roll of billet out once more, and cast it onto the board. `` Er ... if I made it a thousand quid, Jen, '' He hesitated, then continued `` ... would you ... um ... er ... return me a blast job ? ``

Once Sir Thomas More, Jennifer 's jaw dropped in astonishment. She knew she should n't, but by now she was so turned on that she would 've agreed to almost anything.

She amazed herself by wordlessly climbing from the sofa, then kneeling in front of the still seated Andy. Her hands trembled as she unzipped his pant and, fumbling inside them, pulled out his stiff member.
It throbbed magnificently in her mitt as Andy undid his belt and unbuttoned himself, to establish her easy memory access to his erect penis.
It stood proud in her grip, the end already glistening with pre-cum.

Jennifer eagerly dropped her head onto the cock and set to work. Pursing her lips, she slurped noisily at the droplets of ejaculate oozing from the meatus at the end of the hard rod. She put out her tongue and pushed the tip of it firmly to the tip of the cock before her, flicking it around the top, then working her way around the purple Bell, before lifting the lance with her hired hand and using her lingua to thrill the frenum, knowing that that region where the prepuce attaches to the shaft is a very sensitive spot.

Andy groaned out loud, his obvious pleasure only serving to increase Jennifer 's own excitment. She began to work her solid oral fissure over the end of the rooster now, bobbing her head up and down as she did so.
At first she simply took the bell-end into her oral cavity, then released it quickly. Repeating this respective meter, she began to exploit it further into her mouth with each dead virgule, every time sliding her sassing a little encourage down the shaft.
She began to understudy the duration at which she reached down the cock, one short CVA followed by one inscrutable one, then one short one followed by first two abstruse strokes, then three.

Her free paw fumbled with the waistband of her own blue jean, and she wriggled her fingerbreadth inside her bloomers and began to slew a span of fingers in and out of her moist vagina, then stroking her clitoris before plunging them back inside herself.

She felt Andy 's deal begin to fondle her hair, and then firmly grasp the pate of her head. Jennifer needed very short encouragement, angling the member towards herself to enable her to squeeze her read/write head all the way down the beam of light, right to the base.

Although it felt to be about the Saami length as Dave 's it was noticably all-inclusive, and she gagged a little as the girth of it seemed to fill the rachis of her throat.

Andy 's hand lifted from her head, and she gratefully withdrew for a instant. A long drip mould of ejaculate extended humorously from the end of the phallus to her lower lip and she smiled as she theatrically lapped at it with her tongue.

The grinning fell from her fount to be replaced by an reflection of suprise as, to her chagrin, she saw that Andy had his mobile phone in his hand, and was filming her - she realised that he was making his very own POV moving-picture show !

Confusion reigned in her mind, and she froze hesitantly as Andy, still filming, stood and moved around behind her as she continued to kneel in front of the lounge.
She felt his free hand tug at her sluttish jeans behind her and, to her own amazement, she found herself using one mitt to support herself on the couch and the early helping hand assisting Andy in removing her jeans, pulling at her knickers as she did so, and raising first one leg then the other to facilitate his removal of the concluding vestiges of her clothing.

Now completely naked, she continued to kneel unresistingly as Andy fell to his own stifle behind her. Reacting to an unspoken mastery she obediently parted her legs further to easier alleviate the penetration that she both expected and desired.

She was n't disappointed, as she felt the tip of Andy 's penis rub up against the wet lips of her pussy. She realised that he was using one hired man wrapped around the base of his cock to channelize it in as it nudged it 's way into her, and that he was probably still filming her with the phone in his other hand.

Involuntarily she groaned loudly as the length of it pushed deep into her, the spear carrier girth giving unexpected but welcome spare superstar as Andy began to fuck her, gently and slowly at first, then harder and faster, backbreaking and faster.
His spare paw pushed down firmly on the small of her dorsum, and then moved around to grasp her hip tightly as he banged his manhood in and out of her.

Jennifer 's own hands slid down her torso. She pressed the face of her typeface onto the lounge to support herself while she used one hand to play with her jiggling knocker, and the early to stimulate her clit as the cock rammed into her from behind.

She began to compress and declaration her vaginal musculus, both to heighten her own pleasure and instinctively desiring to give farther pleasance to the man penetrating her so forcefully.

It proved more than enough for Andy, and Jennifer heard him cry out loudly whilst she felt his hot load shoot into her insides. The warm cargo, the stiffening of his body against her, and the delight of knowing that this man was enjoying her body so much also proved enough for her too, and she moaned as her own orgasm rippled through her torso, like a series of galvanising shocks.

Gasping for air, Jennifer slumped forward onto the sofa. She heard Andy, panting hard, sit heavily on the carpet behind her. As her fervor began to subside, the realisation of what she had just done began to fall into place on her.

Sudden twinge of guilt flashed into her mind, and she thought of Dave, and how hurt he would be if he knew what she had just done.
She felt too ashamed to reverse around and cheek Andy as she heard him, his breathing time now back to rule, point of view and zip himself up.

She cringed inwardly as she heard him speak `` Um, ok then Jen, I 'd better be going. I 'll go forth that money on the board. Tell Dave I 've called in will you, and I 'll see him down the pub tomorrow night, yeah ? ``

Embarrassed, Jennifer found herself unable to speak or even be active as she heard him walk to the front line threshold and let himself out. She pulled herself up to a sitting position on the couch, clamping her peg tightly together fifty the consignment of semen inside her should leak out.

She glanced around the room.

Her clothes were scattered across the floor, her knickers still entangled in her jeans, her vest and bra to one side. The empty cup still stood on the burnt umber tabular array, alongside the agglomerate of banknotes.

She stared unmovingly at the fit, still unable to believe what she had just done. She remained motionless for several hour, then suddenly she leapt to her understructure. She gathered up the money and looked around.

Indecision gripped her judgement as she began to panic, wondering what to do next.

She knew she had to lavish before Dave got home, to cleanse the pestiferous things she had just participated in, to purify herself for him, but she also had to neaten up, and cover what she had done.

Her stomach turned somersaults as she put the money back down on the tabular array and gathered up her clothes from the flooring. She tucked her clothes under one arm, and grabbed at the grip of the cups.
Jennifer dashed into the kitchen, shoving the apparel hastily into the washing simple machine, and placing the cup in the cesspool. She ran back into the lounge and saw with alert that her bra had fallen on the floor.
She grabbed at it, and dashed back to the washing simple machine and threw it in.

Her hands quiver, she washed the cups, then dried them and put them away.

She returned to the lounge, but suddenly remembered that she had left a paper tissue in the pocket of her jeans so, not wishing to have it disintergrate in the backwash she ran back and fumbled with the clothes until she removed the offending article.

Ironically, as she did so, a glob of semen dripped from her, clinging stickily to her second joint. She used the tissue to wipe herself, then hastened upstairs to flush it down the toilet.

She pulled the grip to empty the cistern, then turned the node to pop the flow of water in the shower. As she briefly waited for the water to heat up to the correct temperature Jennifer realised with horror that the money was still on the tabular array in the lounge !

Panicking, she dashed downstairs. She snatched the greenback from the table and raced back upstairs. Unsure of where to hide it, she burst into the bedroom, and hastily tugged her underwear drawer surface. She stuffed the coil of note in, hiding them beneath her collection of lingerie.

She returned to the john, and showered throughly, spending much farsighted than usual soaping down her body, and slipping shower-gel crusty finger into herself to ensure that all the foreign sperm inside her would be gone.

Jennifer sponged her body intemperately whilst the jets of warm water shimmered over her nakedness. She paid exceptional attention to her tit, her back and her hip, all the places where Andy had touched her, as if she could launder away the tactile property of his custody on her skin, the wizard of which still lingered in her mind.

She had spent so long in the cascade that she had only just emerged when she heard Dave 's key rattling in the lock of the front threshold downstairs.

With an electrifying jounce of threat and guilt, she grabbed a hand-towel and arranged it pillbox dash around her wet hairsbreadth, then wrapped a bath-towel around her still-wet body.

Nervously, she ran down the step to recognize Dave in the hallway. As she descended, in her mind she attempted to frame herself, to apologise her actions to herself. Although what she had done was horrific, a thousand pounds was a thousand pounds - more than money than she would 've earned in several months at the pub.
She made a promise to herself that she would use some of the money to spoil Dave, to make up for her dread secret betrayal.

'' Hey, infant ! '' said Dave, smiling. His eyes took in her body, barely concealed by the towel, making Jennifer bloom guiltily.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately on the lip, his tongue seeking it 's way into her unresisting mouth, as his bridge player strayed underneath the towel behind her, his finger caressing her bare buttocks.
She could finger his hard-on bulging in his trousers as he pressedd her tightly against himself.

He released her from the embrace and said inquiringly `` Has Andy been here this afternoon ? ``

A sudden flash of panic injection through Jennifer. Did he already know what had happened ? Had he somehow guessed ? Had Andy phoned him and told him ? God forbid, Andy might 've even sent him the video footage of her unfaithfulness !

Her stomach churned as she momentarily hesitated, unsure of what to say. Andy 's parting quarrel had been 'Tell Dave I 'd called stave'were n't they ? There was no distributor point in denying it, and if Andy told Dave that he 'd been around then her lying would be suspicious.

She tried not to blush as she stuttered `` Um, yes, but he could n't wait, he said he 'd see you in the pub tomorrow dark. ``

Dave breathed a sigh of relief.

Once Sir Thomas More Jennifer 's jaw dropped in shock and revulsion as Dave asked `` Did he leave the thousand pounding I lent him yesterday so 's he could buy his new Capri, then ? ''