His Friend

Rushmore Judd

Published: 2011
Categorie(s): Fiction, Erotica, Romance, Adult
Tag(s): "erotic stories" "Rushmore Judd" threesome flirting
seduction

HIS FRIEND
by
Rushmore Judd
(Cover photo by Brittany Dewester)
Im twenty-three and been married for just over three years
now. My husband is older by a few years and has a high paying job as the manager of a local restaurant. He works all the
time including Friday and Saturday nights and when he isnt
working he is too tired to play around very much. When we
were first married it wasnt so bad. It seemed all he had on his
mind was getting me into bed and whether it was early morning, the middle of the day or waking me up when he got home
from work, he wanted me and made sweet sweaty love to my
body.
But all that has changed and life seems to have worn down
his desire for me. We now only do it once a week, if that, on
his day off. And really it goes deeper than that. It hardly
seems like he ever looks at me that way anymore. The sex we
have is much more routine. I miss the days of wild abandon
and the look of desire he used to have.
Ive recently become more aware of this because of Clay,
Jakes best friend. Clay comes over every Sunday during football season and the two of them hoot and holler their way
through an entire afternoon of never ending games. I watch,
too, but lack the childish enthusiasm that the two of them
share. When Clay looks at me I can feel his eyes burning
through me. His eyes tell me he wants to fuck me. He often
strips my cloths off with his eyes looking me up and down in
the most sexual way Ive ever been looked at. He often does
this while Jake is in the room, but Jake seems oblivious to his
stares. Nor does he notice my skin flush or the way I cannot
return Clays intense stare.
In the past few weeks Clay has gotten more aggressive. He
compliments the way I look or dress every time I see him. And

when we are alone he has become openly lewd. The other day
we were both in the kitchen and he came up behind me,
grabbed my ass with his hand and leaned in very close to me
and whispered, I love the way that blouse shows off your
perky breasts, baby. It makes me want to hold them in my
mouth.
His hand slid across the bumps of my ass while I pretended
not to notice. My heart was pounding and I could feel my
pussy dripping. It was not the first time he touched my ass but
he was lingering longer and longer, rubbing it sensuously. I
could feel the raw sexual desire in this man for me. I was
amazed at how quickly he got me excited.
Of course, I havent been completely innocent in all of this
either. I admit I like the attention and the way he looks at me.
I like knowing he gets all excited looking at my body. I am always aware of what I wear on Sundays. It has to be casual but
I find ways to make it special. Sometimes I wear a dress with
my camel toe tight leggings that show off the crack of my ass
and everything if I open my legs or bend over. Sometimes I
wear a loose blouse so he gets a flash of cleavage if I bend over
in front of him. Sometimes I wear my thinnest bra that shows
off my nipples. Clay will stare right at my breasts until my
nipples harden and the nubs show through the material. Ive
tried to control this but my mind is no match for his piercing
black eyes.
******
Today it was pretty warm out so I decided to wear a pair of
shorts and a wife beater Tshirt. Since the Tshirt was sexy
enough I put a nipple protective bra on. Lots of flesh showing
for a Sunday in December. Clay commented on my long beautiful legs when I entered the den. Jake thought nothing of it
and gave my butt a little pat when I passed in front of him to
sit down with him on the couch. Jake who sat in the side chair
would stare at me while talking to Jake who couldnt take his
eyes off of the TV except during commercials.

I sat a bit side saddle on the couch with my legs akimbo

opened toward both Jake and Clay. The shorts were tight and
when I slid my ass into the leather couch, they became even
tighter. I could feel the tightness of the fabric press against
me and I was enjoying this feeling. I had a thong on underneath and could feel the strap of the thong between my ass
cheeks but especially between the lips of my pussy. I caught
Clay staring directly at my crotch, gave him a glare but he
didnt blink. He looked up and into my eyes and lingered before his eyes moved back down between my legs. Gawd that
made me wet. I wish Jake would look at me so suggestively.
I could feel my pussy getting wet and as he looked down I lifted my ass just slightly trying to get into a comfortable position. Or maybe it was my subtle way to pop my pussy toward
Clays eyes, offering it to him. Of course, I would never cheat
on Jake but I couldnt help but fantasize about Clay and the
flirting just seemed to happen. Hell, it was OK to flirt with
him. Jake was right here and nothing was going to happen.
At halftime I got the boys some snacks, offering them to Clay,
our guest, first. Then I turned my back on Clay and offered
them to Jake. I felt Clays hand slide across my bum. Jesus, I
thought, hes taking a big chance. He took his time even while
I placed the bowls of chips on the table. It wasnt until I stood
up that I felt his hand withdrawn and none too soon. When I
did sit down I looked at Clays pants to see if he had a hardon
but it was hard to tell. I could see a bulge and it looked impressive but it had a certain curve to it which made me think
he wasnt really hard.
After the first game I was in the kitchen putting some chili on
the stove. In walked Clay and predictably he sauntered right
up next to me and began to play with my ass again. Only this
time his hand strayed right into my crack and along the bottom
middle of my shorts, perilously close to my pussy. I pushed on
him with my elbow.

Dont try to tell me that you dont like that, he whispered.

He snuggled closer and repositioned his hand placing one finger deep in the bottom of my crack.
Stop that, I said. What if Jake sees you?
Jake and I have an understanding, he said arrogantly.
What do you mean? I snapped at him and turned my ass
while pushing him so his hand would finally be removed.
Well, we agreed a long time ago that it was okay to go after
each others women. We made a pact that if we felt an interest, a desire, then it was okay to act on it. And you know I
lust after you, Gina. He moved his arms around my hips.
Did you make this pact, since weve been married? I could
see him hesitate. His eyes pointed down. Go away. I
pushed him again. I have some say in all of this. And I say,
NO! And I think Jake would have your balls if he knew you
were doing this.
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Other stories by Rushmore Judd may be found at:
http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Rushmore
Other Stories by this author on Feedbooks include:
A Subway Encounter. The story of how two lesbian lovers
pick up a young teen boy to satisfy the cravings of a bi-sexual
partner.
Allys Dad. The step father of a young co-ed is sexually
teased by his daughters dorm mates when he comes to pick

her up for vacation. Ally feels sorry for her dad and eventually
takes matters into her own hands.
Hysteria. Set in the early 1900s Dr. Tunny makes his living
treating women for Hysteria by overcoming their Puritan resistance and providing them something most of them have never had before a paroxysm.
Sister-in-Law. The younger sister comes to visit and finds
that her older sister encourages the sexual tension between
her husband and her sister.
About the Author
Rushmore Judd has been writing erotica stories for over 15
years. What started as a hobby has become an avocation as his
readers asked for more. He has a large female audience as is
known to write occasionally from the womans perspective. He
lives in the scenic Berkshire region of New England with his
wife. He has traveled extensively and lived n Europe for a
time.

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