Several years ago I got a call from Paul. Paul was my best friend. We'd worked together and we'd played in the same band. He had to move often for work though and at that time he was living in Poole in Dorset with his wife Sue.
Sue was a short, curvy woman with long, light-brown hair and a pretty, oval face. She was an attractive woman and pleasant company. But you could see that she was built for sex and she was very flirty. I'd heard her orgasm many times while I was staying at theirs and once, when they were staying at my house, I watched them having sex in my back garden. She was leaning against one of my trees and he was fucking her from behind.
She was sex on legs and I'd always fancied a ride. But Paul was my best mate so I put no moves on Sue.
This latest call from Paul was an invitation to spend the weekend with them in Poole. They were moving again and he'd asked me help them pack the house up. It seemed a bit of a strange request, they'd never needed any help in the past. Still when a good friend asks for my help I don't ask questions, I just respond.
My wife Anne didn't see how she'd be able to help and didn't fancy being a spare part so she elected to stay at home.
I arrived at their house in Poole about 9pm on a Friday evening. At first glance the house looked pretty much packed. All the carpets were rolled up in the front room and there was a big stack of crates in the dinning room. I wondered what there was left to do.
Paul said "We're camping out in the bedroom." and we all trooped upstairs. There was their big sofa, their bed, a coffee table with red wine, plates and glasses and a fridge full of wine and beer.
We'd just got comfortable on the sofa -- Paul and Sue cuddled up at one end, me at the other -- when the front door bell sounded.
"That'll be the pizza!" said Sue and trotted downstairs.
When she got back with two large pizza boxes she said "You sit in the middle. I got your favourite!"
We chatted and laughed as we ate and drank. I had a glass of red and Paul was sipping a beer but Sue seemed to be hitting the plonk du blanc fairly squarely.
She was sitting close on my left with her knee pressed against my thigh. She was wearing a light summer frock and smelt of sex. My cock had been semi-hard since we sat down to eat.
She leaned towards me, pressed her ample right tit against my arm and sighed "We'll miss you when we move."
A bit shocked I turned towards her and she met me with a kiss on the lips. In fact, a full blown snog! I responded and kissed her back, lost in the moment. I put my arm around her as we kissed.
I came to my senses when I felt her left hand on my cock, fumbling for my zip.
I broke the kiss and looked at Paul in panic. He was smiling. I looked at him in confusion as Sue pulled my by now rock-hard cock from my pants. She wanked it a couple of times and then held it up for Paul. He bent his head as Sue leaned in and kissed me again.
I felt her hand leave my cock as Paul slid his mouth up and down. She reached between us and started unbuttoning her dress. She was naked underneath. I cupped her left breast. Her nipple was hard under my palm.
The feeling of Paul's mouth and hand on my cock was incredible. I loved being blown, what man doesn't, but this surpassed all my experience. This guy really knew how to suck a cock.
Sue opened her legs and pushed my hand down to her crotch. She was neatly trimmed and waxed into a neat triangle but not shaved. I slid a finger into her. She was hot and wet. I broke our kiss and sucked her juice off my fingers.
She moaned as I returned my hand to her cunt and gently felt for her clit. "Paul's going to suck you off. You can cum in his mouth. Then when you've recovered you can give me a good fucking."
She licked my lips and asked "Do you like my taste? I love eating pussy but mine's the only one here this weekend so we'll have to make do with that."
