Her Husband's Best Friend
(M/F, size, rel, cheat)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

"Brett! I'm over here!" I waved my hands wildly, trying to get my husband's attention. It was useless though; he couldn't hear me over the noise of the crowd and he hadn't noticed our booth when he walked past. He spent more time with his buddy Zeke than with me lately, or rather, Zeke hung around my husband far too much, being a new friend and all.

"Hey, lady. Can we get some pies here or not?" A sweaty, overweight man stood beside three sweaty, underweight kids. Each child clutched a dollar bill in their dirty little fists.

I took a last look at Brett's back, disappearing behind the Ferris Wheel. Oh, well, he'd keep looking until he found me. I'd get his attention the next time I saw him. I turned back to my customers.

"Certainly, sir," I smiled. "How can I help you?"

"What do we have to do, anyway?" the man asked as the children started playing in the dirt.

"It's very simple," I replied. See that man's head in the middle of the bullseye?" Jerold Slake's balding pate was the only part of his body you could see. The rest was completely hidden inside the tent behind him. A drawstring kept him from pulling his head back inside. "You can buy whipped cream 'pies' for a dollar a piece. You have to throw from behind the counter. If you hit him directly, you win one of the big teddy prizes. If your pie lands in one of the other rings, you win that prize. All the money goes to benefit the local animal shelter. Have some fun for a worthy cause!" br>
"Ok, gimme three pies. Hey! You guys were crying to do somethin'. Do you want to do this or not?" he cuffed one of the children in the back of the head.

I bent over to pull three pies from under the counter and heard him chuckle. "Maybe I should wait until it's your turn," he hooted. "I'd get two bullseyes instead of one. Damn big ones, too." He laughed loudly at his own joke.

I blushed. I knew what he was referring to. I'd worn this top because Brett liked seeing me in it, forgetting I'd be bending over all day. I'm only 5'1, but every time I did, the scoop neck fell open and people could see nothing but cleavage all the way to my E-cup bra. I'm so large up top so that made for a pretty vulgar display. Guys had been staring at my tits all day and occasionally making remarks but this was the first pig to say something in front of his kids.

I handed him his pies and moved to the side so he could throw. It didn't matter; I loved the animal shelter but we needed money to operate and the Fireman's Picnic was one of our biggest fundraisers. If it meant letting a few jerks ogle my body, who cared? I could put up with it for a few hours.

I talked with Darla Johnson, the woman in charge of our booth, while trying to keep an eye out for Brett. Finally I saw him walking on the other side of the midway.

"Darla, I need to go talk to Brett. I'll be right back," I thrust my money apron into her hands and dashed around the end of the counter.

Darla laughed. "You've been married five years and you're still running after him? You need to get him trained, girl!"

Brett gave me a big hug when I caught up to him, and Zeke looked on. "Hey, Cindy, where've you been? I've walked the whole place three times!"

"Well, I tried to get your attention but you didn't see me. What's going on?"

"Nothing much. How long do you have to work?" Brett looked bored. "Just wanted to let you know that I have a softball game later and won't be around for a couple of hours." Zeke stook behind Brett and adjusted the large bulge in his crotch, the whole time never taking his eyes off me.

"I'm working at the counter until one, then I have to be the target for an hour," I replied. "Then I'm done. Will that be in time for your game?"

"Sure. I'm going over to the beer tent with Jerry. This is kind of lame." He grinned. "Maybe I'll come visit you when you're in the bullseye."

"Don't you dare," I warned him. "If you hit me with a pie, I'll never forgive you, and you'll pay for it later, trust me!"

"I'd make him pay, Cindy, don't worry," Zeke added.

"Maybe I'll be aiming for another bullseye," Brett said slyly, as I felt his hand knead one of my asscheeks, squeezing it firmly.

"Brett!" I squealed. "People can see!" I looked around but the carnival was so crowded that nobody paid much attention to us, hugging each other off on one side.

"Bye, babe. I told Jerry I'd be right over. I'll swing by in a couple of hours, okay?" Brett gave me a big kiss, squeezed my ass one more time and drifted off into the crowd.

The next couple of hours passed quickly. My best friend Kristin came on and we had a lot of fun. Kristin is a shameless flirt, although she's happily married. She loves to flash her huge DD-cup boobs and big ass in men's faces; being around her helps me loosen up a little, too. I'm not as relaxed as she is but I quit worrying about showing a little boob when I bent over or whether my skirt lifted a little in the breeze. I even flirted back a little after I saw how much money Kristin got the guys to fork over. It made the time fly and we raised a lot of money for the shelter. I saw Brett a couple of times and once he even bought a couple of pies and tossed them at Darla when she was the target.

Soon it was time for me to be the target. Believe it or not, I was looking forward to it. The tent is set back far enough so you hardly ever get hit, you don't have any real responsibility except to smile and occasionally taunt people throwing pies, and you can get off your feet and rest. Inside the tent is a padded bench. You get on all fours but the bench supports your weight and it's actually very comfortable.

After kneeling over the bench, I thrust my head out through the hole and Kristin pulled the drawstring around my neck so I couldn't pop back inside if a pie came too close. I stuck my tongue out at the first customer as he laughed and took aim.

In the next fifteen minutes I was only hit twice. I saw Zeke work his way through the crowd and pay for two pies. I didn't expect to see him again, figuring he was playing softball, too. People that knew me starting cheering him on. I started yelling that he was a lame thrower, he had a noodle for an arm, and that he couldn't hit me if he was three feet away. He laughed and handed his pies to two kids, who didn't even come close. Zeke winked at me and mouthed the word 'later.' As I watched, he walked down two booths and went around the side.

A few minutes later I felt his hand on my ass, rubbing lightly. Beginning at my ass, he rubbed up my back, then back down and down over my legs. When he moved his hand back up, he flipped my skirt up over my back. I reached back with my hands and pulled it down but he pushed my hands out of the way and pulled it up again.

"Zeke!" I whispered loudly, "Cut it out! You can't do this. I'm married, and besides..."

"What?" Kristin asked. "Did you need something?"

"Uh, no," I stammered. "I'm fine."

"Besides what, Cindy? You might enjoy it? You might like being with a real man for a change."

I felt his hand rubbing my pussy through my panties. I had no idea what he meant by his 'real man' comment until he grasped my hand and placed it on his enormous bulge in the front of his pants. God, he felt big. He soon slipped a finger under the band and into my quickly moistening cunt. I couldn't cheat on Brett. I just couldn't. Zeke was gorgeous, I admit, but this was too dangerous, to public, and altogether too wild! I bit my lip and tried not to moan as one finger found my clit while another dug deep inside me. My ass started rotating in circles and I didn't resist when he grasped my panties and pulled them down to my knees, then off me. I could not resist him now, and I was intrigued by whether he really was a 'real man' or whether he was just bluffing. Brett always bragged about his big cock, but he was a joke, since he was barely six inches long.

I tried to maintain a straight face as he began pushing two fingers into me while rubbing my clit with his other hand. I reached back with my hands but I could only feel one pant leg so I started caressing that. When he turned to face me, I could reach his crotch. I fumbled with one hand and managed to unzip him and pull out his cock. Ohmygod Zeke's cock was huge! The damn thing hung halfway to his knees! And it felt great - long, thick and as hard as steel. While he primed my pussy with his fingers, I stroked his cock until I felt him pull away and move behind me.

Without much ceremony, his thumbs pried my cunt open and his immense prick pressed against me. I was so wet the first three inches sank in easily and he pulled back and buried the remaining seven inches with one long stroke. I tried to keep quiet but I couldn't help moaning when I felt his heavy balls grind into my pussylips.

Kristin came over, concerned. "Are you okay?"

By now he was fucking me with a deep, steady rhythm. "I'm fine," I grunted. I did my best not to wiggle around as his enormous cock stretched my pussy wider with each pass. I could not believe that in an instant I was cheating on my husband and being fucked by a man whose cock was almost twice a big, and easily twice as thick as my husband's!

"Oh, dear. Your face is all red," Kristin fussed. "I think you're getting sunburned." she went over to her bag and grabbed some sunscreen. "Let me put some stuff on you."

"You don't have to do that. I'm fine." I just wanted Kristin to go back to the counter before she realized what was happening. I was trying not to make noise but my body was being pushed forward with each stroke and I was starting to pant as I approached a spine-shattering orgasm.

"Nonsense. What are friends for?" Kristin began rubbing cream on my face, working it into my skin. I tried to focus on Kristin, thinking I could prevent an orgasm if I ignored what was happening behind me. It had the opposite effect. The light touch of her fingers caressing my face sent my already jangled nerves spinning even further out of control. I struggled not to show any emotion on my face as she worked on me.

I barely made it until she returned to the counter before my orgasm burst over me. I managed to keep quiet and hold my head still but my ass was bucking like a bronco as I wiggled and pushed back against him. I had never been fucked like this ever! I can't believe I had been missing out on so much by not cheating on Brett sooner. Jesus, Zeke was hung like a horse! I felt a shudder, then his cock sank deep into me and hot liquid poured through my cunt and deep inside my womb. After a full minute of cumming (god, he must have cum a quart!), his body collapsed over my back as he finished depositing his incredibly large load into me. For a split second I calculated whether I might get pregnant, but fortunately it was not that time of the month.

We lay together like that for several minutes. I could feel his cock slowly dwindle and slide out of my aching, stretched-out pussy as he straightened up. If Brett fucked me tonight, I'm not sure I'd even be able to feel his little cock inside me. Instead of pulling my skirt down, though, Zeke began rubbing my pussy again. I tried to reach his hands to push them away but I couldn't stop him. Within a minute I was horny again despite my fear that we'd be caught. To my surprise, he was hard again and I felt his cock slide into me, pushing easily into my freshly-fucked, dripping wet pussy.

This time he was rougher, pounding me really hard as I held onto the bench and did my best not to cry out. I thought he would last even longer this time but fortunately he didn't because I he was banging me so hard I was sure everyone had to know what was going on. I felt him grasp my hips and plunge all ten inches deep into my womb, then he filled me with a second load of cum, almost as great as the first, as he just came and came and came. When he finally stopped cumming, he immediately pulled out, his big cock dangling over my cunt bush, dripping cum off his long foreskin, still squirting smaller amounts on my pussy hair and belly.

My mouth dropped open when within a couple of minutes, I felt his cock, hard again, rubbing my now very swollen labia. Brett had never been able to get hard three times in a row. As I lifted my head in surprise, I looked out past the counter and saw my husband, just changed into his softball uniform, waving back at me. My pussy opened up under the steady pressure as he called to me.

"Hi, honey. Kristin says you're working another shift. I have to get going so I'll see you after the second game." With a wave, he was off. I looked over at Kristin in time to see a older-looking man hand her twenty dollars and walk toward the back of the tent.

Kristin grinned at me. "Great news, Cindy. We're going to raise more money for the shelter than anybody else!"

"That's if I can ever get my husband's friend behind me to stop cumming and get off me!" I said. He pulled my hair and slid his huge ten-incher all the way inside me again, determined to make me so sore I wouldn't be able to walk back to the car tonight!



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© Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com