Hi Lit fans. This story is written from a purely fictional perspective. The story portrayed is 100% from my imagination and all the characters are over 18 and consenting. As always, constructive criticism is always welcomed, as are any appreciation comments. Enjoy.....
Isn't it funny how people are quick to judge another person for their actions, when they themselves have no idea how the situation evolved? The thought rolled over me as I was balls deep in Amanda. The problem with my current position is that she happens to be the wife of one of my best friends. I never intended to be in this position, but now that I was here, I'm not exactly going to complain about it. Nor do I feel guilty about it.
I found myself invited to Jacksons 49th birthday bash, but due to unavoidable work commitments had only been able to arrive in the early evening of what had been a full day of celebrations. I was just in time for the casual dinner of pizza, BBQ and nibbles, followed by the inevitable birthday cake. I was joined by a small group of close friends that all looked the worse for wear after they had enjoyed a full day fishing, drinking and partying in the hot, unforgiving sun. To say that the other lads were a bit of a disheveled sight would be a total disservice, but they all only lasted about another three hours into the night before the vodka shots being consumed in a battle of who could drink the most were the final nail in the coffin of their eventful day.
The signal to leave came when Jackson, slurring his words and generally making and arse of himself, slumped over the nearest day bed and vomited into a nearby champagne bucket before promptly falling into an unconscious stupor. The thought of having to clean up after his nauseating spectacle had the other boys sharing a maxi taxi quicker than you can say ABC, which left me and Amanda to check on the birthday boy and clean up a little.
Amanda proceeded to take a light blanket outside and covered her husband with it. She knew that where he fell was where he was going to stay, especially if the vomits were present. It was much easier to clean the wood deck with a hose than the lush carpet inside.
I stood near the sink, hands in the water cleaning the customary glass and plate and watched Amanda walk back inside. For a woman of 40 she looked in her late 20's. Slim and dressed in a modest skin tight black mini skirt that showed off her tanned and toned legs and the shape of her hips and bum. She coupled it with a casual blue tank style top, that clung to her ample breasts allowing a hint of a nipple outline as they pushed against the fine fabric. She had a kind face, that sported beautiful full lips, a cute nose, amazing deep brown eyes and her natural brunette hair was styled in long waves down to her shoulder blades. All being said she was a natural, caring beauty.
"Jacksons out for the count" Amanda said to me earnestly.
"He's had a big day". I replied looking at the lump of blanket fabric comatose on the day bed.
Amanda walked over and in doing so kicked of her flats, to stand barefoot next to me at the sink. She was shorter than my 6'2" height at 5'7". Grabbing a tea towel, she began to wipe the dishes I had washed.
"Thanks for the help" then giving me a gentle bump with her hips added "You dag".
Gesture returned with a bit of male attitude "what else am I going to do?"
Amanda gave a genuine smile and it made my day. I don't always get to hang out with Amanda as the lads and I are generally watching ball, fishing or tinkering with something. It came as a relaxing change, to slow down and enjoy a conversation not centered around purely blokey pursuits. I could see why Jackson had fallen for her all those years ago.
