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Best Man

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I walked along the South Bank in London, a popular walk along the river Thames. All sorts of cultural events and street artist perform there; it is very entertaining anytime, any day.

My mobile rang; it was Tom, a friend of mine from New York. I hadn't seen or heard from him in over a year. Tom and I studied together and graduated together. We both qualified in mechanical engineering here in Oxford, England.

Tom moved to the States soon after we graduated twelve years ago. He got a job in an engineering company and made his way up to a position in management.

I stayed back in England; got a job and studied further to get my doctorate. My name is Kevin. I'm thirty five, six foot one inch tall and slim. I'm not married nor have a girlfriend. I have my own house, a three bedroom detached property in Oxford.

Tom got married to Natasha, a very petite lady, who is thirty years old and has her own business - a little shop selling hand crafted items.

I was best man at their wedding six years ago, that's when I first met Natasha. Natasha and I got on very well together. We enjoyed each other's company and sense of humour. I had only been able to visit them for the wedding period, which was around ten days, and during that time we got on very well. When I got back home, we would all talk on the phone or Skype. But with one thing and another that all petered away, and our contacts became less and less frequent. I was the one who would call, but got the distinct feeling that I was intruding - especially from Tom.

Back to the call, Tom had called because he had seen my name as a presenting author for a paper to be presented in New York. A conference he planned to attend. He said that he would take a few days off work so that we could catch up on things. He also said he would meet me at the airport to pick me up - I agreed and two weeks later I landed in New York, where Tom true to his word picked me up.

He saw me immediately, and I heard him shout out my name as I came out of customs. We greeted each other and he then drove me to his place in Manhattan. I knew his place was a one bedroom flat, so I had already booked a nearby hotel for me.

Natasha was at work, so Tom and I spent some time together, we chatted and he took me around Central Park. It was around six in the evening, when Tom suggested we have a few drinks for old times' sake.

Tom said that Nat would be home soon, around seven, and we could all go out for a meal. I didn't mind a late night as the conference wasn't due to start for a couple of days. I had come early just to make sure I recovered from the jet-lag.

Natasha got home and we greeted each other, I was so glad to see her again. Natasha's a very pretty woman, as I have mentioned a petite frame, had long red hair and green eyes.

We went out that evening and had a really nice meal which I insisted on paying for, as a thank you for picking me up. I had noticed that Tom drank quite a lot, but thought not to mention it.

The conference went on for four days, I had told Tom that I would be in town till the conference had finished and then move on to do some site-seeing for another week.

My presentation was on the second day, and it went well. I was congratulated by all attendees and especially by Tom.

That night Tom insisted that the meal was on him. He seemed to drink quite a lot of the champagne we had ordered. I was asked to go back to their place by Tom, it was around ten.

Tom broke open a bottle of Jack D, and we sat, drank and chatted over a lot of things. Tom drank a lot his speech started to slur. Natasha was on red wine, but only drank moderate amounts. She kept looking over to Tom, and I could tell she was not happy with the amount he was putting away.

I saw her stand up at a comment Tom made, not to her directly, but it must have touched a nerve on Nat. She shot up and said, "I'll leave you two together, I'm going to take a shower."

Nat went for her shower while Tom and I chatted. Me mostly, as Tom just drank and drank. Nat came back down half an hour later, in a dressing gown. I noticed she looked at Tom and was very unhappy with his drinking, especially with me there as a guest.

It was close to midnight and Tom had fallen asleep, he was dead to the world. Natasha and I carried on and talked for another half an hour, I looked over to Tom and asked Nat, "What are we going to do with him?"

Natasha said, "Oh leave him, I'll get a blanket and he'll sleep there."

I said, "No, that's not fair. I'll take him to his bed."

Natasha turned her back to him and waved her arm and said, "He always gets like this, I just leave him there. It's his favourite spot, has been in over a year now, next to the JD bottle."

I walked up to Tom and put my arms under him, and picked him up.

"If you're sure Kev?" said Nat with a queried look on her face.

Tom was a bit over weight but I was sure I could still carry him to his bed. Natasha led the way and I placed him on the bed. He never stirred, opened his eyes or anything.

I asked, "Are you sure he's okay?"

Natasha placed a hand on my shoulder looked at me and said, "When he's out like this, he's out for hours. Nothing will wake him now, just time, something like six or seven in the morning. Good thing he's off work for a few days because of you."

I said, "I suppose he's just in a very merry mood seeing me again."

She looked sad and said, "I wish that were so, but sadly no... he's been drinking a lot for over a year now. And I'm just so tired of him being this way. He's changed a lot."

I said to Natasha, "I'm sorry to hear that. If there is anything I can help with please don't think twice. Just ask me, please."

I lay Tom down and Natasha started to undress him, I said, "Okay then, you sure you'll be fine now?"

Natasha looked very withdrawn, sad; I was concerned for the both of them. I turned to the door and said, "Can I use the bathroom before I call for a taxi."

Natasha pointed the way saying, "Yes of course, second door on the left."

I walked out and had to pee. I did not think Natasha would come to the bathroom so I didn't bother closing the door fully.

I did my bit, washed, and then I needed to look for the hotel name on a card in my wallet so I could tell the taxi driver where I deeded to go.

I looked through my wallet and could not see it in there, I was sure I had put it in there. I fumbled around, I pulled out different cards. Then I saw it, and as I took it out - it slipped from my fingers and went through a gap of a laundry hamper's lid besides the wash basin.

Shit! I opened the lid and could not see it, so I had to dig deeper. Just then I had a massive shock and jumped out of my skin as Natasha was at the door and said, "Well, well, well, I see, you're a dirty little kicker sniffer."

I went as red as a beetroot; and could not think how to explain, I said, "No, please, no, it's not what you think, please, let me show you. I dropped a card in here. Look from my wallet."

I had the wallet in my hand which I held open towards her. I then looked back at the hamper and said, "Please it's in there let me show you."

Natasha walked slowly in and towards me, 'Tut tuting,' her tongue, her arms folded.

I dug back into the hamper and with relief I saw it near the bottom. I reached down and retrieved it. I held it up to Natasha and said, "Here look."

She shook her head and said, "How do I know you didn't put that in there as an excuse?"

I was dumfounded; how does one prove one's innocents with a statement like that?

I was still embarrassed and said, "Please, you have to believe me I'm not like that."

She turned around and started to walk back out and said, "Come with me I need a hand."

I followed her back into her bedroom, she went to Tom's trousers, and she had already undone the belt and zipper. She said, "Lift him up so I can pull these down."

I went across and did what she asked me to do. She slipped them off, folded them and placed them on a chair.

I asked, "Is that it, can I call for my taxi now?"

She came towards me, said nothing, looked up and stared into my eyes, made me feel really small and inadequate.

As we both looked at each other, she stepped onto the bed and faced me. She kissed me softly on the lips and to my utter dismay said, "Would you like to do more than just sniff my knickers?"

I was at a loss for words; I stared back into her eyes, with a look of fright in them, I said, "Really, I wasn't... knickers... you know."

She said, "It's been a long time since he's been interested in anything, it's been a long time since he's been interested in me. And it's been a very long time since he's made love to me, he's always drunk."

She grabbed my head in both hands and kissed me deeply. It was after a little while I responded to her and we kissed passionately for quite some time.

My cock got hard as she pushed and wiggled herself on it. I was sure she felt my 'nine incher.'

She let go of my head and as we still kissed she moved away a little and started to undo the buttons of my shirt. I helped a bit and then froze. I had not really thought of Natasha in a sexual way before, mainly because she was my best friend's wife.

If she hadn't been, and in any other situation, Natasha was just so nice a character and we really did get on well, she was just my type of woman that I would never say no to. No red blooded male would say no to her, fuck, just look at her.

I took a step back and said, "No, I can't."

My shirt was fully open from the front; Natasha took hold of her gown's tie and undid the knot. She opened up the front and slowly let the gown fall off from her shoulders. She was absolutely naked underneath.

She flicked her long red hair behind her. She had tattoos on her pussy. There was a small tuft of red trimmed hair above her pussy shaped in a triangle, which pointed down. Even from that angle I could see she had long dangly pussy lips.

The tattoos ran up her stomach and on both sides of her ribcage, very vibrant colours, mainly red and green, which matched her hair and eyes, but some yellow and black pieces of artwork as well.

Her tits were small but beautifully pert and also had tattoos of lightning bolts, stars and a little red devil between her tits. Her nipples pointed straight out at me, fuck I wanted to suck on those so desperately.

She looked stunning, my heart melted, and thought that if she were my wife, I would not be drunk out of my senses, flat on the bed; I'd be fucking her right then and forever. I could not understand what had gone wrong in their relationship; that he had to turn to drink.

Nat stood up straight, placed her hands onto her hips, and swung slowly from side to side, she said, "Well, you like?"

I stepped forward and took hold of both her hands in mine. She was warm, soft and she held my hands with a very tender touch.

I held and gently squeezed her hands, I closed my eyes and said, "Nat you're beautiful, but you're married to my best friend."

Nat then used language I had never heard from her, she said, "Fuckin' get your clothes off and fuck me. You would like to fuck this thing in front of you wouldn't you?"

She asked the most stupid questions; of course I wanted to fuck her, who wouldn't! I said, "Not here surely."

She looked down towards Tom and kicked him in the ribs; he never moved, and he was truly as drunk as a skunk and dead to the entire world.

She looked back up to me and said, "I'm not putting anything on and going anywhere. You fuck me here and now."

She gripped my hands tighter and pulled me towards her and we started to kiss again. I hugged her and she placed her hands on my cotton covered arse. She moved her hands to my belt and started to undo it. I thought I should help, mainly so I could be as naked as her, as quickly as possible.

I stepped back as she went and lay on her back besides Tom. I got rid of all my clothes in record time and I walked over to the light switch, she must have noticed what I was going to do, she said, "Leave it on, dim it if you like."

I left it on, bright, and walked back to the bed.

I stopped at her feet and placed a hand on her foot, I slowly ran it up her leg, to her thighs, and I gently squeezed her thigh. I went higher and mingled my fingers in her red patch of hair on her pussy. I ran my fingers up the tattoos on her stomach to her tits. I licked a finger and went back to her nipple; I slowly ran circles around her areola, I gently squeezed and pulled on it.

I wet my finger again, for her other nipple, I did the same; I ran circles around her pimpled areola. My cock was as stiff as a lamp-post. And as I got close enough she grabbed my 'nine incher,' and squeezed it. I gently covered one tit with a hand, one tit fitted fully and neatly into the palm of my hand. I squeezed and massaged it.

She looked up and said, "Nice cock Kev."

I replied in kind and said, "Thanks', but you have me beat with that fuckin' body."

I looked across to Tom and he was flat on his back and his head faced towards us. Nat looked at me as I looked at him; she stroked my cock and said, "He'll never know."

She pulled on my cock - she wanted me to move onto the bed. I got up and she never let go of my cock. I was afraid I was too heavy for her and said in a whisper, "You get on top."

She got up and let me lay down; she leant across to Tom's ear and said in a slightly louder than her normal speaking tone, "You don't have to whisper."

I was shocked that Tom could have been in such a deep state of sleep. I'm sure I've never ever been that drunk, not to wake up to a loud voice or sound in the house, let alone right next to my ear-hole.

She turned around and placed her pussy at my mouth. She grabbed my cock and started to blow me off. Fuck it felt good.

Before I started to eat her out, I had to look at her pussy. There were already a couple of small beads of her pussy juice which hung off her obviously wet pussy. I licked them off and I pushed each pussy lip to one side with my tongue. I separated her beautiful pink petals. Her pussy looked so fucking incredible. A young woman's intimate flower, no better sight gets a cock hard.

It had been a while even for me to have been blown or fucked. I started to look forward to the next couple of hours. I felt her hand as it twisted and stroked on my cock, her mouth sucked with great enthusiasm. My cock-head tingled as she glided her tongue across it.

I sucked and licked her clit; I poked my tongue as deep into her hole as I could get it. She tasted of pure sex. I had both my hands on her arse and pulled her in as I sucked, licked and poked. She was so good with my cock it felt fantastic, I felt fantastic.

I noticed her hips had slowed from her hurried movements; she ground her pussy onto my mouth. She took my cock out and shouted, "Fuck that's so fuckin' nice."

She was so loud, I looked sharply over to Tom, but he was in another land.

Nat got up and came and lay on top of me, she started to kiss me again. We kissed passionately with a hunger for each other. I felt her slid lower - I felt she tried to get my cock in.

She lowered one hand and got hold of my cock and rubbed it on her slit. I pushed up and my cock-head engaged into her flowery pussy. We still kissed as she lowered herself down and in one smooth movement she got me fully in.

And just at that point she lifted her head off me, looked straight into my eyes and said, "Fuck that's deep."

She wiggled her hips around, as we both savoured the coupling. She looked over to Tom and said, "He's fully pumped extension is five inches."

She looked back at me, kissed me softly on the forehead and got up straight. She started to ride me nice and slowly. I felt every bit of my nine inches, inch by fucking inch going in and out of her beautiful, wet, tight pussy.

She moved sensually up and down and said, "Jesus fuck, you're nearly twice his length, and fuck it's so thick."

I looked down and saw her pussy lips as they clung onto my stiff hard cock. I had my hands on her hips as we slow fucked together.

She closed her eyes, looked up and said, "Now that feels like a cock in me, not a finger."

She lowered her body down slightly, her tits hung firmly as they swayed together, apart and back together with the movements of our fucking.

She looked at me and winked as she took hold of Tom's hand and brought it up to her tit. She made his hand cup her tit and placed her hand over his. She made his hand squeeze her tit. She moved his hand over to her other tit and did the same.

She rubbed his hand on her stomach, then back over her tits and to her mouth, where she kissed his palm.

She stopped fucking and took my cock out so that it was just outside her pussy. She looked up to me and said, "Even if he doesn't know it, I want him to have at least felt a stiff nine inch cock."

She then placed his hand on my cock and folded his fingers round it. She moved it up and down, about a dozen strokes, got his hand smeared with her juices. She guided my cock back into her pussy with his hand and said, "There, we have his consent."

She lowered herself back onto my cock, and took his pussy juiced hand and rubbed her tit with it. She began to ride harder and faster as she placed Tom's hand back down to the bed.

I grabbed her tits, held and squeezed them firmly, and then I too began to fuck her.

Moments later she ground her pussy onto my groin, her thighs trembled and I saw her hips vibrate. Her eyes closed tight and her hips flicked to and fore as her orgasm hit home, she said, "God that's fucking nice, fucking nice, fucking hell." With each forward lunge.

I felt her relax and I started to fuck her again. We again built up a nice pace and fucked and fucked. I was so amazed and pleased that I had lasted that long in her tight wet pussy.

Suddenly I froze; I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked across to Tom and he had turned his head away from us. I looked back up to Nat and she laughed and said, "You chicken, you got scared. You thought you were caught in the act of fucking his wife. Best man fucking his wife."

She laughed so much she nearly fell off. I grabbed and pinched her hips and pushed my cock hard up her, several times as she calmed down from her fit of laughter.

She was calmer as she looked down to me and said, "You certainly are the best man for this job."

She slapped my chest, still laughed and said, "Dog me for a bit, you little chicken shit."

She got off and we swapped places; she pulled out a pillow from under Tom's head and placed it onto the other one. She rested her arms on them and stuck her arse out to me, she spread her knees apart and looked back towards me and said, "You can sure fuck with that thing can't you!"

I moved forwards and placed my cock at her pussy, I rubbed it up and down her slit and I pushed my cock-head hard against her clit before I entered her.

I slipped in all the way, fully, deeply into her - she didn't turn round as she said, "I want at least two more orgasms before you blow your load; you think you can manage that?"

I said nothing as I held onto her hips and started to fuck her doggy.

She had tattoos on her back, two red devils, slightly larger than the one she had on her front. Both were just above her arse, one on each cheek. And from each of the arrows of the tridents, flames rose up, which covered her back, again deep vibrant reds, greens and yellows.

I grabbed the flesh on her hips and fucked away. She gave out small low tones of pleasure as she looked over to Tom who had turned his face back towards us. Nat combed the hair off his face. She kissed her fingers and then laid the fingers on his forehead.

She looked back towards me and said, "I do love him, but he just won't stop drinking. He's not fucked me in over six months."

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