Since I knew that any date with Red and Allie would be a trap, I tried to wriggle out of it. I tried to get a date, but if I'd been any good at that, I'd probably have a girlfriend. I tried telling them I had to work late on Friday, and got told, “Hey, let's move it to Saturday, then.” Allie was pushing, Red was pushing, and everything in me but my sense of honor was pushing. I couldn't find any way to weasel out, so we went out dancing on Friday night.

It's easy to avoid a lot of touching during a fast dance -- but Allie wanted to dance slow ones -- and she wasn't interested in keeping a respectable distance! With her entire front surface plastered against my entire front surface, hiding a hardon was impossible. Add in the smell of her and the soft feel of her and I was about as agitated as a man can get! My hand found her ass and I couldn't seem to unglue it -- and the fact that she let me know she liked having it squeezed didn't help a bit! Finally, something too fast for us to remain pressed against each other for came on and I managed to detach myself. Red wasn't at the table when we got back. I seated her and asked, “Why are you two so Hell-bent on destroying your marriage and our friendship?”

“Is that what you think we're doing?” Allie asked.

“Yes. You may not think so, but it's what I see coming.”

“Why? Red is fine with it.”

“Did you ever think that he might be too embarrassed to back down from his position regarding extramarital sex?”

“It was his idea!”

“Can you think of a better reason for him to be embarrassed?”

“He isn't going to stop it.”

“No, he isn't.”

“Then...”

I sighed. “Look, there are limits to what I can say here. I'm telling you there is a problem. There is ALREADY a problem!”

“He's telling me there isn't.”

“I know. I also know better.”

“You can't tell me...”

“If I tell you everything, I'll endanger my friendship with Red. It's an 'us against them' situation -- and I can't defect to your side. But you need to think this thing through.” I wasn't getting anywhere, so I changed the subject. “How come you guys never had kids?”

“What does that have to do with...?”

“It doesn't -- not directly, anyway. Maybe it does -- I don't know.”

“I already have a kid.”

“Huh?”

“I have Red. Do you see Red as being a family man?”

“Well...”

“Be honest.”

“Well, maybe not. He can learn, though.”

“Can he? He still thinks he's a bachelor.”

“No, he doesn't!” I scoffed.

“He goes out three nights a week!”

“Well, okay -- but he doesn't cheat on you or anything. It's either with you or with the guys. Sports and stuff, you know?”

“Would you tell me if he did?”

That pulled me up short. “Well, maybe not. But I wouldn't tell you he didn't if it wasn't true -- I would avoid the subject, so I wouldn't have to lie. I'm telling you he doesn't. I can say that with a clear conscience.”

“I believe you. But who's going to help me with the kids if he's out with the boys?”

“So, you're on the pill or something?”

“That's my business.”

“It's mine, now -- if you guys succeed in convincing me that we ought to have sex, I'll need to know!” I insisted.

“It's taken care of. Why hasn't he asked me?”

“Maybe he just did!”

“I don't want you telling him!”

“Jeez! You two are married! Why do you insist on keeping secrets from each other?”

“I don't want to hurt his feelings.”

“Well, he wonders. I'm here to tell you that I'm seeing cracks in your relationship. You guys have GOT to talk -- and be honest!”

“You keep telling me he's lying...”

“Fuck.” I rubbed my forehead. “Here he comes.”

Red settled in and said, “I see you're back in from the dance floor.”

I looked back and forth at the pair. “Okay, look. I'm not going to tell you that I don't want to do this. I DO want to do this -- but I don't think the fact that I have the hots for Allie is a good enough excuse. I also don't think you're doing any decent communication around this thing. You need to talk to each other -- and be honest about what you're thinking and how you're feeling about this idea and maybe a bunch of other stuff in your relationship. In short, I don't think YOU are ready for this! So, I'm going to bail. You two should talk and get on the same sheet of music. Tell each other how you really feel -- not just what you think the other person wants to hear. You're MARRIED, for God's sake! You should be up-front with each other! Good luck!” I hopped up and shook Red's hand and gave Allie a peck on the cheek, then got out of there.

Saturday, I got a call about noon. “Hey, it's Red.”

“Hey.”

“About last night. Allie and I had a talk. It's all cool.”

“You've fixed things?”

“Yeah. Right, Allie?”

“It's all good, Mattie,” Allie's voice came through.

“Okay.”

“So, look. Allie's still interested and I'm still good with it. It's gonna be fine. Why don't you come over about eight and we'll have dinner and hang out -- watch a movie or something. Whatever happens, happens.”

Stupid me -- I fell for it. “Okay, if it's all cool, fine.”

“See you then.”

It was beer, pizza, and pay-per-view. Nobody started any shit, but I was nervous, so the beer flowed pretty freely. At some point, though, I realized that I was fucking up and said something.

“Relax,” Red replied, “You're staying the night. Give me your car keys.”

“What for?”

“I'm doing the concerned host thing, making sure you don't drive drunk.”

“I didn't come for an all-nighter,” I objected, “I've got nothing to wear.”

“Relax,” Red replied, “I've got a T-shirt or two and a pair of sweatpants to spare. Come on -- I'll hook you up.”

I got up reluctantly and followed him off. In his bedroom, I turned to him and said, “Are we still on this 'fuck Allie' kick?”

“Has anybody hassled you?”

“No.”

“Relax, then. Nothing is going to happen if it's going to freak you out. Take it easy.”

“Okay, fine.”

He dug in his drawers and threw some stuff at me. “Might as well change now.” He started stripping down, so I did, too. I figured sweatpants and a T-shirt was decent coverage -- it was what Red was wearing, anyway. We headed back out.

Allie hopped up and headed off as we returned to the living room and settled on the couch. She'd paused the movie while we were gone, so we left it like that. In a couple of minutes, Allie came back, but she was in a quilted robe that pretty much covered everything. I relaxed. Red hopped up to go get more beer and she settled in next to me -- but I figured I was safe if she was in that getup. When Red came back, though, he handed us both beer, then went to sit in a recliner. That made me wary, but I'd need a crowbar to get under that robe, I figured.

Over the next hour or so, each of us got up a couple of times to drain off beer. Allie always seemed to go last. The second time, she cuddled up when she returned, leaning against me and pulling her feet up onto the couch.

“Allie...” I murmured.

“Shhhh.” She waved a finger at where Red was nodding off in the chair, then pulled my arm down across her chest and laced her fingers in mine. It would have been titty time if she wasn't wearing that Mother Hubbard, but I wasn't feeling any hot flesh, so I relaxed, slowly, smelling her hair. Holding her was nice -- REAL nice -- but not super sexy. Time passed. Red got up to piss and passed by us, grunting, “She'll take up the whole couch if you let her.” That was it -- no 'Why are you cuddling my wife?' He came back a few minutes later, settled in and cranked back the recliner without even looking at us. I relaxed some more, figuring that we were all just going to fall asleep where we were at the current rate.

Then, suddenly, Allie shifted a bit and turned her head so she could look up at me. Grabbing my chin and turning my head to face her, she gazed up at me and murmured, “Matt, Honey, I know you worry -- but this thing is hot and the bra I wore today made the underside of my right titty itch like mad!” She reached down and ZZZZIP! Four feet of zipper came open! I was still in shock when she grabbed my hand and slid it in the opening, murmuring, “Will you rub the underside there for me where the bra mark is?”

Just that fast, I had a big handful of soft tit!

“Uh, uh, underneath?” I stammered.

“Yes. Just rub the crease there. The big ol' saggy things don't stand up on their own -- but you knew that, didn't you, Sweetie?”

I did, as a matter of fact. Nothing that big was just going to stick straight out. My cock had unfurled along the leg of Red's borrowed sweatpants and was starting to resemble tool steel! Allie pulled the robe open so it gaped, and we both watched me rub the underside of her right breast. The left was exposed, too -- she was fully exposed to below her deep-set navel. She picked up her breast by its stubby brown nipple and said, “Get under there, okay? Rub it -- scratch a little, maybe.”

I rubbed and gingerly scratched her a bit where that mammary met her chest wall. She let go of the nipple, reached up to caress my cheek and said, “Thank you, Baby,” gazing into my eyes, then leaned in to kiss me.

I was fucked! In the first place, it would have taken a team of Clydesdales to pull my hand away from that breast! But then those lips showed up -- and that tongue...

She tasted -- well, it was indescribable. It should have been just beer and pizza, but it wasn't. And she kissed like a wild thing, her tongue and lips working against mine! SHE found a way to get my hand off her breast; it was pretty simple, actually -- she just climbed on top of me! That housecoat was wide open; under it, I found her shoulders, her back, her soft, round ass... She was naked under the thing! I had both hands full of those soft, round globes when she wormed her hand between us and delved under the waistband of those sweatpants and wrapped her soft hand around my burning, swollen shaft! She jacked me, slowly, taking the pre-cum that oozed out of my glans and rubbing it over the heated, rubbery flesh with her thumb, driving me mad with the sensations! That went on for a time -- I don't know how long, because kissing does weird things to my time sense. It could have been seconds, and it could have been hours! All I know is that she broke the kiss and started backing up. I let out a whine, because I had to let go of her ass, and I was just about to grab her under the armpits and haul her back when she said, “I KNEW you were big! Ummmmmm!”

I froze! Hot lips were rolling over my glans! A frisky tongue started washing that sensitive spot on the underside and I came unglued! If my chest hadn't locked up, they'd have probably heard my scream of joy a block away, but instead, I just went “Hrrrrrgh! Hrrrrgh! Hrrrrrgh!” as I fired bolt after bolt of cum into Allie's mouth! My eyes were locked on hers -- I wanted to apologize, or something -- but I watched her suck and swallow, her eyes glowing with pleasure.

“Omigod!” I croaked, as the spasms let up and I flopped back against the armrest. “You didn't have to do that!”

“After the way I've been teasing you?” Allie smiled up at me, sexily. “I owe you a lot more than that!” She leaned back in and resumed sucking, her eyes on mine, smiling around my cock.

If there was a momentary lapse of rigidity of my member, I didn't notice it. Allie worked her mouth up and down the shaft, her lips rolling over the head while her tongue writhed along the underside. I thought she was going to suck another load out of me, but she stopped, then started crawling up over my body. I was flat on my back on the couch by then, my head propped somewhat uncomfortably against the armrest. She crawled up over me, straddling my body, holding my rigid cock erect. She started rubbing my glans over the wet slot between her pussy lips, and looked to her right for a moment. I turned to look, too, suddenly remembering that her husband was in the room. Red was there in the chair, holding up a camera, waving for us to go on! I gazed at him in surprise for a moment, but then my cock was enveloped in wet heat and Red didn't matter anymore.

How do I describe it? Hot, wet, soft, velvety, with forgiving folds that clung to the shaft of my cock, parting as she impaled herself on my steel-hard probe, then clinging to the flange as her ass rose again.

“Oh, Baby!” she gasped, “Oh, Baby! You have a WONDERFUL cock! Omigod!” Her ass rose and fell, driving her pubic bone with its trimmed pubes into the relative jungle of my springy pubic curls. “I'm gonna cum! Rub my nipples, Sweetie! Yes! Yes!” She braced herself on my shoulders and hammered herself on me for several strokes, then shook like a leaf, her mouth hanging open while she ground her mound against mine. “Oh, shit, Baby! Oh, shit!” She leaned in and kissed me fiercely, then worked to shift from a squat to a position kneeling over me, moving one leg at a time. Then she started rocking her ass again. I had her nipples between my fingers working them into stiff, gristly nubs over tightly crinkled areolas. She leaned in for another kiss, gasping, “It's every bit as good as I thought it would be!”

Something bothered me about that, but I had no time or attention for side issues. I grabbed her ass and started pounding up into her from below. She started out meeting my strokes, then stopped and held still while I powered up into her. After a few seconds' worth of this, she let out a wail and dropped flat onto me, undulating, while kissing and sucking on my neck and ear. I wasn't done, though, and I was in urgent need to be, so I gasped, “Let me on top!”

“Yes, Baby!” She surged up and I followed, rolling to my feet as she threw herself on her back on the couch. The housecoat was long gone, so I could see everything -- but I was in a hurry to sheathe my cock in her, so I only gazed at her for a moment like that before crawling over her, collecting her legs at the backs of her knees and spreading her further for penetration. Then I positioned myself and slid into her wet cunt, burying myself deep and setting up a stroke. Damn, it was Heaven in there! As I leaned down to suck in a nipple, Allie looked to her left, and I followed her gaze. Red was sitting there in his chair, leaning up, working the camera while slowly milking his cock. I figured that once the heat wore off, I was going to lose a friend, but he would have had to bring three friends to get me off of his wife at that point. The damage was done. I was going to get this piece of Allie -- probably the only one I would ever get -- and let the chips fall where they may! I put Red out of my mind and concentrated on Allie.

I fucked and fucked and fucked! I got off twice. I slowed down for a bit after letting go my first load in her hot pussy, working my way through the hyper-sensitive aftermath while Allie kissed me and cooed to me, rubbing and scratching my sides, her feet wrapped around my legs in some weird manner that I could feel but couldn't visualize. Then the urgency took me and I picked up the pace, moving things back to where they were before for speed and power, silent except for quiet pants and grunts while Allie surged and thrashed under me, seeming to reach orgasm more and more often, gasping, moaning and cooing, her hands seemingly caressing me everywhere. After an orgasm, she would pull me down for a kiss -- and she would give me things that only Red should have been getting. I knew I would feel bad later, but there in the act, there was no way I was going to stop her. We were going to do this thing full up -- all the way!

Then, suddenly, Allie started rising to a peak and her milking cunt's caress of the entire length of my cock brought on this shock wave of pleasure, like she'd flicked on a light switch and things went from dim to blinding! I let out a roar and started pumping what felt like solid bolts of cum at her cervix! Allie's eyes popped and she went manic, grabbing my ass and crushing our crotches together while she let out a wail and her eyes rolled right up in her head! I was shooting semen balls on a two-second cycle -- and I had no idea where the supply was coming from, since this was my third load! I was a dozen pulses in before I was sure that I wasn't unloading anything -- but I kept going for over a minute, anyway, while Allie, still jerking and twitching from her own peak, held me to her, kissing and caressing, giving me more than I felt she should have in the way of intimacy.

My head cleared -- you know how it is. You go into sex and it's the only thing on your mind, then you drop that nut and the blinders come off as the pleasure recedes. I looked down at her and the guilt was there. It had been wonderful, but it shouldn't have happened. She looked back, as poker-faced as I was. I said, “Thank you,” and withdrew my cum-slimy cock from her equally sodden pussy, sitting back on my haunches.

She sat up, said, “You're welcome,” then caressed my cheek and gave me a quick peck before getting up and going to Red. While I sat there, watching, she went to her knees and sucked in Red's rigid cock.

Red looked up at me and waved me over. I got up cautiously and came to stand beside the chair, looking down at Allie, who was making oral love to her husband's cock. Red looked up at me and handed me the camera. “Keep it going.” I shrugged and focused on Allie absorbing two-thirds of Red's cock.

“So, it's out there,” Red murmured, his eyes locked on Allie's. “You're a slut, aren't you?”

“Mmmph.” Allie didn't withdraw to respond, although the sound she made seemed to be an affirmative.

“You were giving it up over there, weren't you?”

“Mmmph.”

“Now, it's time to give your old man something, don't you think?”

“Mmmph.”

“I do, too.” At that point, Red put his hand behind Allie's head and started driving her deep, gagging her. She got red in the face and drooled copiously, gagging, but she wasn't fighting him, so I didn't intervene. Besides, this was between them, and if he wanted to punish her some, well, maybe she deserved it. He kept it up until he got his, hunching himself over her, grunting, “Take it! Take it!” while he held her head to keep her from pulling back while he filled her mouth. Then he let go of her, pushing her away, saying, “Go get on the couch. I want a piece.”

“Uh, Red...” I announced myself.

“Keep videoing, Matt. It's all cool. Isn't it, Babe?”

“Uh huh.” Allie, already on her back on the couch, nodded.

Red crawled between her legs and grunted, “Sloppy seconds. That's a first.” Then he drove his cock into her, root deep. She let out a grunt and thrashed a little, but he set up a rhythm and she seemed fine with it.

Since it seemed like that was what I was there for, I made a video of them fucking. They went at it for a while. I got hard, but figured that another nut wouldn't be possible. They fucked missionary-style for a bit, then Allie rolled over and he did her doggie. He put his thumb in her ass at one point, and she seemed to get off on it. They both got off -- Red twice, I think, and Allie several times -- but it seemed to me that it was just fucking, not making love. I figured, well, hey, they're married and have been at it a while -- and besides, Red seemed a little irritated. I was pretty sure I'd busted things. But nobody seemed upset when Red got up off of Allie to go take a piss, and Allie just smiled and kissed me, then went off to get a sheet and some blankets for the couch. I made up the couch while Allie used the bathroom, and when I came out, all was quiet. I went to bed, and, drained in more ways than one, I fell asleep immediately.

In the morning, things seemed cool, too. Nobody bothered to mention the night before. Allie wore a nightie that gave me a hardon while she cooked breakfast, but I made no moves and the whole thing just didn't get mentioned, although I know she noticed. When I headed out at about noon, she gave me a hug and a kiss at the door -- good ones, that had me floating some for a bit as I headed off.

Monday, I was worried about things, of course, and leery around Red.

“Let's do lunch,” he said. I agreed nervously, but I figured I owed him whatever was coming.

I got a surprise.

“It's all cool,” he assured me. “We had another open talk after you left. I know where her head is at and she's clear about where mine is. It's...” he shrugged, “No harm, no foul. In fact, if you and Allie want to get together again, it's not a problem. Why don't you make plans for Friday night? We can hit the bars, play some pool, dance and stuff, then head to our place and settle in for the night.”

“Okay...” I was dubious, but... I decided to test things. “Did you guys talk about kids?”

Red looked a little embarrassed. “Yeah. She said she was already raising one.”

“Oh, shit...”

“Hey, she's right, I figure. I'm not going to change, either -- she knows that.”

Things seemed to be on the up and up. Maybe they WERE talking. “You seemed a little pissy after...”

“Oh, that.” Red waved it off. “Allie likes for a guy to take charge, sometimes. Besides, we were making a video, remember? I'll admit that there was a little irritation there, but it wasn't anything serious. I wasn't surprised or anything.”

“I thought maybe she went a little too far,” I admitted, “I mean, you guys are married. It didn't seem to be just a fuck.”

Red cocked his head, smiling crookedly. “She's real fond of you, man.”

“Yeah, well...”

“Now that you've had her, have things changed? Was it a one-time thing?”

I pondered a bit about that -- in particular, whether it was smart to admit the truth or not. “No. She's still hot. Maybe hotter.” Even that was understatement. Having had her, I didn't see how I could keep my hands off of her.

Red chuckled. “I'll let her know.”

“Is that smart?”

“Yeah. It'll keep her cookin'.”

I popped my eyes. “Okay...”

Red changed the subject with, “So, what do you think about the Redskins this year?” We moved on, the subject closed.

Friday came, and we went out. It wasn't much different than usual, except for the fact that neither Allie nor I went to great effort to stay apart while dancing -- or, frankly, during anything else we were up to. Maybe it was wrong, but we'd been there and done that -- we were lovers. It didn't seem to reduce the level of attention Allie gave Red, and he didn't seem to be worried about it. I kept finding myself with my hand on her ass -- and all I got from Allie was a smile, so working at keeping it from happening wasn't a high-priority thing.

We got back to their place pretty late; I settled on the couch and Allie cuddled right up. Red parked himself in a chair and we watched TV for maybe twenty minutes before Red announced, “I'm going to bed.”

I went, “Oh, okay,” but he waved it off.

“You two don't have to. I'll see you in the morning.” With that, he headed off.

We hadn't kissed or anything all night, but no sooner was Red through the door than Allie ran my hand up under her blouse and leaned up to kiss me. The next time I surfaced, she was naked above the waist, my pants were open and my erection was poking out of the fly of my underwear. Apparently, the reason we stopped kissing was that she had to pull away to get up and tug my pants off. I threw my shirt over my head and she skinned out of her skirt and panties, leaving us both naked.

“Let's open the couch,” she said. I nodded and shoved the coffee table out of the way while she removed the cushions and opened the couch. It already had sheets and a blanket on it, I noticed -- but it was an unimportant peripheral thing that I set aside as I draped myself over her.

I don't know exactly when we transitioned to sex. Suddenly, there was this extra dimension to things and I was moving inside her, listening to her soft cries and gasps as I sucked and chewed on her nipples. It all seemed to happen on automatic. This time wasn't like the previous Saturday -- oh, it was AWESOME, but it wasn't as urgent, and the intimacy level went WAY up. The sex, well, it wasn't JUST sex. We'd gone some distance in that direction the first time -- enough for me to feel bad about seeming to be taking things that Allie should only have been providing her husband. But this time, we were lovers, sharing ourselves with each other. There was that added dimension, from the very first moment. I took pleasure in providing her with pleasure -- and she went out of her way to ensure that I enjoyed her, giving of herself unsparingly. I don't know how many times I enjoyed the rippling clutch of her pussy while she clutched me, quivering, before I could take no more and erupted inside her. I just know that it was amazing, and that it went on until my eruption satisfied us both. Then we cuddled each other and snoozed for a bit, before I awoke to the feel of her mouth on me. When I opened my eyes, and ran my hands through her hair, she settled back for a moment and said, “Take me. I know how you feel about me. I have no fear. Own me. Use me. Let me give you the gift of my body.”

Red's comments came back to me, along with the blowjob she'd given him. I knew what she wanted. I gave it to her -- not as roughly as her husband had, but I drove my cock into her throat, not once but several times. Despite the fact that I know, from direct observation, that my cock is a little longer than Red's -- and maybe a little thicker -- she didn't seem to choke as much on mine. When I'd flooded her mouth and she slid forward to cover me, I asked her about that.

“Red's is just long enough to gag me, but not long enough to get into my throat,” she replied. “Yours is easier to deal with because you can go beyond.”

“I should eat you,” I mused.

“I'm full of cum. Some other night. Use your cock on me.”

“Fine.” I rolled her off and spooned up behind her, entering her from behind while we were both on our sides. We soon discovered that it was unsatisfactory, so I rolled her up on her hands and knees and entered her, doggie-style. She went down on her elbows, presenting her ass, snagging a pillow to stick her face into. We started slow and easy, with me long-stroking her, then I stopped for a bit and let her drive herself onto my cock, muffling her whines and cries in the pillow. She had two climaxes like that, before things got urgent and I began to put the hammer down with her rocking back to meet my stroke. In retrospect, Red would have had to have been dead to the world to miss the urgent slap of flesh on flesh as we came together -- and when my balls cut loose, I was NOT quiet, howling, “FUCK! FUCK!” At that point, we were both wasted; I rode her down until I was prone over her and went to sleep with my cock buried in my best friend's wife.

I awoke a bit later and got up to take a piss; when I returned, Allie rose and gave me a thirty-second kiss while rubbing her body over me and headed off, naked. I fell asleep, and when I awoke, she wasn't there on the couch.

In the morning, again, things were free and easy. I didn't start to worry until I thought about what we'd done. Allie was giving me things that a wife should only be giving to her husband -- and I was in love with her, no question about it. It was WRONG! But it was beyond the point where I could stop it.

Monday, everything was cool. I approached Red with, “Red, about Friday night...”

“Yeah. You guys had a pretty good time, huh?”

“Well, yeah. But I think we went too far.”

He eyed me, shrugging. “How far is too far?” I stood there, conflicted, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn't hurt him. Before I could come out with anything, he said, “Allie and I have discussed things, man -- and they're fine.” He stood there, gazing at me for a moment. “One of these days, I'm going to ask you for something -- something that would normally be off-the-wall. I want you to promise that when I ask, the answer will be yes.”

I couldn't guess where he could be going with that, but there could only be one answer. “Okay.”

He smiled and clapped me on the back. “You're a true friend.”

I felt like a total shit.

Later in the day, I called Allie. “Allie, Honey...”

“Well, hello, Sweetie! How's my favorite lover?”

“Fucked up.”

“Why, Baby?” Her voice flooded with concern.

I spent thirty seconds of silence trying to come up with the proper way to put it, but ended up falling back on the basics, “I'm in love with my best friend's wife.”

There was a pause -- and intake of breath. Then her voice softly replied, “I love you, too, Sweetheart.”

“That wasn't supposed to happen, was it?”

“It was always out there. How many times did you warn us?”

“I'm going to lose a friend.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Wait. Time will tell us what, when and why. Relax and let things ride.”

“I shouldn't see you.”

“If you love me, you won't stop! Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Then don't hurt yourself. Don't hurt me.”

“What about Red?”

“It's going to all work out.”

We said our goodbyes and hung up. Did I feel better? No -- and yes. I was going to lose Red -- but Allie loved me. Which was more important? My head didn't know -- but my heart did.

We went to dinner on Tuesday -- just dinner, at a pizza place. Friday night, we went out. Allie was all over me -- she knew no boundaries. I couldn't fail to return her affection. I couldn't stop myself! Red seemed oblivious. When the evening was over, Red turned to me and said, “Take her to your place.”

“What?”

“You two need your privacy. She's got a bag packed. Bring her back Sunday, some time.”

I didn't know what to say -- but Allie was pulling a bag out of their trunk and tossing it in the back seat of my car. I took her home.

We spent that night, all day Saturday, and all of Saturday night alternately attacking each other like wild animals and making sweet, intimate love. Saturday afternoon, Allie offered me her ass -- and I took it, learning that yes, she enjoyed anal sex, carefully delivered. I took her home Sunday morning, wondering how long this whole thing could go on. It seemed insane...

...But Monday, Red said, “Hey, you must have had a ball! Allie was a little sore even -- especially, her ass!” He grinned and elbowed me, and that was pretty much all that got said.

Allie called me, though, in the afternoon, and in between the companionable silences, we said things to each other that a man's wife and his best friend shouldn't say. She called me again Wednesday, though, and Thursday -- and we went out on Saturday, the three of us, but returned to their place early to watch TV.

Red wandered off to bed after a bit, and I expected another long night of sex, but we had a fairly torrid quickie, then Allie kissed me and headed off to bed. Sometime later, I awakened to the sounds of sex. Red was doing a serious job of putting the meat to Allie. I got up and went to piss, and peeked in on the way back. Red had Allie up doggie -- and from the periodic flickers of pain in her expression, I realized that he was using her ass. She looked up and saw me, though, and waved me into the room, gasping, “Mattie! Come here, Baby. Let me suck you.”

“I don't want to interfere...” I stammered.

“Nah, it's okay,” Red puffed. “Come on in and feed her -- I'm catering to her masochistic side. Shove your cock down her neck for me, will you?” I popped my eyes, but Allie had a hand out, reaching for me. Red lifted her by the hips and re-oriented her so she was facing the edge of the bed and she peeled down my sweats and sucked me in.

Allie could make slow, sweet love to a dick with her mouth or she could try to swallow it whole. Sensing that her attitude was driving the second option, I went ahead and took throat. Red looked on with approval. “You've got a smooth stroke, man. She loves that, I bet.”

We kept going until we'd both dropped a load in her, after which I went back to bed. Red was muttering something about cleanup, but if he hadn't let her wash out her ass, well...

After that, I felt better about things. They seemed to smooth out. Sometimes, Allie and I would go to my place, and sometimes the three of us went to theirs. Sex went the spectrum, from sweet, romantic pairings to wild ménage-a-trois couplings where Allie took two cocks, somewhere. Months went by...

It was a Wednesday when Red hit me up at lunch and said, “Hey, can I come up to your place tonight for a bit?”

I frowned, surprised. “Sure. What for?”

“I thought I'd get a look at it. And, hey, we ought to talk.”

“What about?”

“It'll wait.” He waved it off.

“Okay, I'll lay in a six pack of that swill you drink,” I agreed. “Anything else?”

“Nah. It'll just be a visit.”

“Okay.”

I worked at not letting it bother me. Red had never been to my place. Why would he want to look it over now? Maybe he wanted to talk about Allie -- maybe they were having problems. Hell, THAT wouldn't be a surprise... Finally, I put the whole thing aside.

That evening, when Red wandered in, his opener was, “Hey, this is nice! Too small for two, though. What do you pay for rent?” Dumbfounded, I told him. He cocked his head. “Not bad. Any utilities?”

“Gas.”

“Think the landlord would let me take over your lease?”

“Huh? What for?”

“You said you would pick up some beer...”

“Yeah. I did. Okay.” I staggered off to the kitchen, confused, and came back with a couple of beers.

Red was relaxing in my recliner. He took a sip and cocked his head, smiling. “Tonight is the night I call in that favor, Matt.”

“Okay.”

“This is it. I want to be able to tip Allie up once a week or so -- just to drain a couple off. I'll wear rubbers until she gets pregnant. Okay?”

I popped my eyes and threw up my hands, being careful not to spill beer. “She's your wife...”

Red shook his head. “No, she isn't, Matt. The divorce is final.”

“WHAT? Oh, SHIT!”

Red spread his hands. “Do I LOOK upset?”

“When was this?”

“The Monday after that Saturday when you did her the first time.”

“But...”

“Hey, it's all good. Remember, you had that fit and said we should talk. Well, we did. Some shit got aired out -- most of it was things we took for granted, anyway. Matt, Allie has ALWAYS loved you! The night you met, she was gone on you, right then and there!”

“B-but...”

“You need to get it, man. Allie and I got married because I liked her pussy enough to put up with her, and because she figured nobody else wanted her. You came along and changed all that. We were on the skids the moment she realized that you wanted her. But I wasn't giving her what she needed, anyway -- I was just taking advantage of her. There was never really any love there. We were fuck buddies. To a certain extent, I was her sugar daddy, maybe. We had a deal -- nothing in print, but an understanding. I took care of her until something better -- you -- came along, and in return, I got good sex, pretty much anytime I wanted it.”

“So...”

“So, we talked that Friday night. Then you were over on Saturday, and you clinched things Saturday night. Sunday, we knew where things were headed, and that Monday, we filed papers. It's amicable. The only open issue was between you and me.”

“And that is?”

“You owe me. She owes me. I still need to get my balls drained, fairly regularly. So, we're gonna continue to do what we've been doing -- only I'LL be fucking YOUR woman instead of YOU fucking MINE!”

“That assumes that Allie...”

“What?” Red chuckled. “Loves you? You know the answer to that. Will she marry you? Hell yes! You're gonna be a daddy, too, unless you put up a serious argument. You're what she wants. You're honorable and romantic and responsible. Me, all I have is a dick and the will to use it.”

“So...”

“So, go see your woman. See if I haven't told you the truth. Let's see if we can swap leases. I'll move my shit in here, and you guys can use our old place until you decide to do something different.”

“This is...”

“Unbelievable? Call her.”

There didn't seem to be any better answer. I called her.

“Allie?”

“Matt? Come home, Sweetie. Momma needs her man. Pack a bag. You and Red can swap stuff out on the weekend. Hurry! Momma needs some lovin'!”

Red came around for a piece every few days for three months or so, but stopped when he had hunted down a replacement piece. I learned a few things about how Allie's head worked that helped us smooth out the few wrinkles in our relationship. By then, Allie was pregnant -- but the wedding plans were far enough along that she wasn't showing any too much at the ceremony. We had two boys and a girl before Allie decided that she was busy enough with child raising that adding to the total would cut into our sex life too much.

Red is still my best friend. He's between women right now, but he hasn't been back since he quit coming that time. I asked him about it the other day, and his answer was, “Hey, man, you only fucked MY wife for a few months! What kind of friend would I be if I took advantage of you like that?”

Personally, I think that the fact that child-bearing has widened Allie a bit might be part of the issue. Red always was a little too picky. As for me, hey, it's twenty pounds, maybe -- and ten of it is probably on her chest... No problem!

** END **