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She Wants Her Boyfriend's Best Friend - Part 6
🕑 Added 2021-11-26 07:22:42 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“Did you get me flowers?” Marie asked as they approached her front door. A beautiful bouquet sat in a vase on her front stoop and the smile on her face made it clear that Marie was delighted that someone had thought to give her such a beautiful gift.
“No,” Henry said, though the moment he saw the flowers he wished he’d been the sender.
Marie bent down, plucked the note from the vase, and a bright smile broke across her face as she read it.
“Who sent them?” Henry asked.
“Isaac, of course,” Marie replied. “He’s really quite sweet. Sweeter than I thought he’d be, in fact.”
“He is?” Henry asked as he felt a sudden sense of concern. Was Isaac actually putting in real effort to try and win Marie’s heart?
Marie nodded and said, “Would you bring the flowers inside for me?”
Henry bent down and picked up the vase without thinking about it. Marie unlocked the door and held it open for him, and just like that Henry was doing his part to help his best friend woo his girlfriend. He couldn’t very well throw the vase against the wall or toss it out the door, though. That would only annoy Marie.
“You can put them on the kitchen table,” she said. Henry did as his girlfriend requested and turned to see her re-reading the note before folding it up and gazing at the flowers with a smile on her face.
“So, are you…are you and Isaac, like, a thing now? I mean, getting flowers for a girl is the sort of thing you do when you’re dating her,” Henry noted.
“Really?” Marie asked. “When was the last time you got me flowers, Henry?”
Henry knew he’d gotten flowers for her in the past, but he didn’t have an answer. It had been months, probably longer. “I…I didn’t know you were the kind of girl that liked flowers,” he said, though the moment the words left his lips Henry knew it was a weak excuse.
“Every girl likes getting flowers from a guy,” Marie said. “At least every girl I know likes it. Flowers are beautiful and if a guy puts in the effort to get them it shows that he’s thinking about me, which is what I really like, Henry. I want a guy that thinks about me all the time, that wants to make me happy all the time, and that’s actually good at making me happy.”
“I want to make you happy,” Henry said. “I think I’m pretty good at it, too.”
Marie glanced at the flowers and then stepped closer and took Henry’s hand in hers. “You are, at least in most ways.”
“Most ways?” Henry asked.
“Do I really need to say it?” Marie replied.
Henry shook his head.
“You know it’s true though, right?” Marie asked. “You know that he fucks me better than you do, right?”
“I do,” Henry said.
“It’s not just that he has a bigger cock than you do,” she continued. “That’s part of it, but Isaac’s just better in bed. I’m not sure I could explain exactly why that’s the case, but he is. I cum harder when I’m with him.”
Henry wasn’t sure what to say. It seemed possible that he was on the verge of being dumped, though it also seemed possible that Marie was simply trying to make it clear that she planned on continuing to fuck Isaac for as long as she desired.
Marie pulled Henry’s hand between her legs and lifted her skirt. She pressed his fingers against her panties and said, “Put your fingers inside me.”
Henry pulled her panties aside and gently slipped two fingers into Marie’s wet pussy. She bit her lower lip for a moment before unleashing a sensual moan at the pleasure of being penetrated. “Why…why are you so wet?” he asked.
Marie smiled and said, “Because we had a good date. Because it was fun kissing you in the movie theater and in the car. Because there were beautiful flowers on my doorstep when we got home.” She stepped closer and Henry worked her clit with a finger as he continued to penetrate her. “Because those flowers were from Isaac. Because in his note he said how much he likes me and how much he misses me when we’re not together. Because I couldn’t help but think about Isaac being here, putting me on the kitchen table, and fucking me next to the beautiful flowers he bought me.”
“Marie…” Henry said, but he couldn’t come up with anything meaningful to say.
Marie reached down and unzipped Henry’s pants. Her fingers slipped into his fly and found his cock, which had come to life as she talked about her lust for Isaac. “Henry, you’re not the man I thought you were when we started dating. You’re the kind of man that gets hard hearing about his girlfriend express her desire for someone else. You’re the kind of man that might actually prefer watching me fuck another man instead of fucking me yourself. You’re the kind of man that cums watching your best friend fuck me. You’re a cuckold.”
Marie pulled Henry’s cock from his pants and stroked him as her softly spoken words filled him with lust. Her lips approached his and they shared a slow, sensual kiss that left him throbbing in her hand.
“Tell me I’m right, Henry,” Marie whispered. “Tell me that you know what you are.”
Henry resisted. He fantasized about cuckolding and he certainly found it arousing when Marie did it, but he didn’t want to damn himself to a lifestyle he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to live.
“Tell me and I’ll let you fuck me right here on the kitchen table,” Marie said. “I’ll let you fuck me like I wish Isaac would fuck me.”
She stroked his cock faster and Henry moaned. Marie hadn’t invited him into her pussy in quite some time and Henry ached to experience that pleasure again, so he caved. “I’m a cuckold, Marie. I am.”
“Why?” Marie asked.
“Because…because I like watching my best friend fuck you,” Henry said. “I like that he fucks you better than I do. I like that he makes you cum harder than I do. I know it’s fucked up, but I like it.”
Marie kissed him again, this time with far greater vigor, making Henry think he might have actually turned her on with his admission.
“He is better than you,” Marie said as she released Henry’s cock and reached under her skirt to take her panties off. She hopped on the kitchen table, spread her legs, and said, “He does make me cum harder than you do. Much harder, in fact.”
Henry unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down to his ankles along with his underwear. He stepped closer and rubbed the head of his stiff cock over Marie’s pussy lips.
“Tell me, Henry, do you want to fuck me?” Marie asked.
“More than anything,” Henry replied.
“You can fuck me, but I want you to think about something for just a moment before you do,” Marie said.
Henry nodded. “Okay.” All he wanted was to plunge his cock into the wet, hot perfection of her pussy, but he waited.
“Would a man who truly cared about my happiness fuck me in this moment, or would he insist that I call his best friend to come over so I can have the kind of orgasm I want?” Marie asked.
An array of emotions converged in Henry’s brain as the question rolled off of Marie’s lips. He was desperate for the pleasure of her pussy, and yet he was equally desperate for Marie to experience the satisfaction she craved. He was jealous of his friend – intensely jealous, in fact – and the fact that Isaac unquestionably fucked Marie better than Henry did. He was a little annoyed with Marie for teasing him like she’d done before posing her question. He was a little annoyed with himself for both wanting to plunge his cock into her pussy without caring about her pleasure and for caring about her pleasure too much, to the point that he was convinced it was terribly selfish of him to fuck her.
Eventually, Henry stepped back, pulled up his pants, and said, “You should call Isaac. You should invite him over to fuck you, to satisfy you like I can’t.”
Marie smiled, sat up, and leaned forward to grab Henry’s hand and pulled him close again. She pushed his pants down and guided his cock into her pussy in one fell swoop. “Yes, I should do that, but Isaac’s out of town for the next two days, so I’ll have to settle for your cock. Now fuck me.”
Henry was a little hurt at the idea that Marie was settling for his cock, but he was inside her and in the moment her pussy felt like the most pleasurable thing in the world, so he fucked her with wild abandon.
“That’s it,” Marie said. “Fuck me, Henry. Fuck me hard.”
Henry fucked Marie as hard as he could. The kitchen table moved a little with every thrust and the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room as he put as much power as he could into every movement into her pussy.
“I can’t stop thinking about him,” Marie said. “I can’t stop thinking about your best friend. I can’t stop thinking about his cock. You’re inside me and all I can think about is Isaac.”
Henry felt his orgasm approaching. It was embarrassing that Marie could put him so close to his climax with just a few words, but she’d done so with ease. Henry suspected it was true, too. Marie had been perfectly clear that he couldn’t satisfy her like Isaac did, so why wouldn’t she be thinking about him?
He reached down to play with her clit as he fucked her. His thumb danced over her little nub of sensitive flesh and Marie wrapped her legs around him and moaned.
“That’s it, baby,” Marie said. “Make me feel good. Make my pussy feel good while I think about Isaac’s big cock stretching me out.”
Pleasure and agony swirled in Henry’s brain and body. It felt like Marie was taunting him and trying to turn him on at the same time. He wasn’t sure of her motives, but the outcome of her dirty talk was that he was on the verge of an intensely powerful orgasm.
“Marie…fuck…oh shit…I’m cumming!” Henry cried out.
He kept his thumb moving over her clit as he buried his cock inside Marie’s perfect, slippery pussy and experienced an orgasm that made his legs feel like they were made of jelly.
Much to his delight, Marie climaxed a few moments later. A little bit of clitoral stimulation had been enough to put her over the top, and she held Henry close while cumming with his cock buried inside her, which hadn’t happened in quite some time.
“Well, that was lovely, wasn’t it?” Marie said.
Henry laughed. “It really was.”
They kissed and Marie pulled him closer as her tongue slowly, seductively explored Henry’s mouth. He gently moved his cock in and out of her cum-filled pussy, enjoying the extra pleasure provided by her wetness as they kissed.
“Would you grab me a paper towel after you pull out?” Marie asked.
“Of course,” Henry replied. He pulled out, quickly grabbed a paper towel from the roll, and handed it to Marie. She pressed it between her legs to soak up the mess leaking out of her and leaned back as a smile spread across her face.
“Do you still love me, Henry?” Marie asked.
“Yes,” he answered. “Of course I do. Do you love me?”
“I do,” Marie said.
Henry was a little surprised at her answer, mostly because he’d spent the past few weeks feeling like Marie was very much on the fence about what she wanted their relationship to be. If she loved him, though, there was no way she’d pick Isaac over him. How could she?
“What…what kind of love?” Henry asked. He felt a little foolish asking it, but he felt like he wasn’t entirely sure what Marie meant when she said she loved him.
She smiled at his question. “The kind that makes you think about your future with a person.”
“So, the good kind, then,” Henry replied.
“That’s right,” Marie said. “I felt that way before I fucked Isaac, but being with him, Henry, it changed things for me. Now I know…well, now I know that you’re not capable of giving me everything I need.”
“So, what does that mean for us?” Henry asked.
“It means I can’t be a one man kind of woman,” she said. “I love you, Henry, and I want to be with you, but my experience with Isaac has taught me that I want what he gives me, too. In fact, I can’t live without that.”
“Do you love Isaac?” Henry asked.
“No,” Marie replied. “But I could. If we kept seeing each other, I mean. I think that’s the kind of woman I am, though. I think I’m capable of loving – and being with – multiple men. I think that’s what I want, in fact. The question is, are you the kind of man that wants to be with a woman like that.”
Henry was grateful to be in a post-orgasmic head space, for his thinking would be clearest. Still, that didn’t make it any easier to answer a question like that.
“To be honest, I don’t know,” Henry said. “If I’m that kind of man, I mean. Though, I guess the part of you being with Isaac that I find most difficult is thinking that you’re going to leave me for him. If I knew that wasn’t going to happen, I’m pretty sure I’d enjoy it a whole lot more.”
“You did just cum awfully hard. Was that because I was talking about Isaac’s big cock?” Marie asked.
Henry nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I like that part of it. I’ve liked that part of it from the start. I just didn’t love that you wanted to fuck my best friend and that he then wanted to take you from me, though the part that really sucked was feeling like he’d actually succeed in that.”
“Come here,” Marie said.
Henry approached and she reached out and pulled him close for a kiss that lingered far longer than he expected.
“If I tell you I’m not going to leave you, will you believe me?” Marie asked.
“Yes,” Henry replied.
“And if I want to keep fucking your best friend because he fucks me better than anyone ever has, will you be okay with that?” Marie asked.
“As long as you’re not going to leave me for him,” Henry answered.
“I’m not going to leave you for him,” she said.
“Okay,” Henry replied. “You can keep fucking him.”
They kissed again and Marie said, “I really, really want to cum again. How would you feel about going down on me?”
Henry glanced down at her pussy as Marie pulled the paper towel away. It looked a little messy and he wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of tasting his cum. “But you’re…it’s just, it’s a little messy, you know.”
“It would make me happy, Henry,” Marie said. “And you just have to lick my clit. You don’t have to put your tongue inside me. Even if you taste it, I promise it won’t be too bad.”
Henry felt a little like Marie was pushing his limits, perhaps just to see if he’d be willing to do something outside of his comfort zone for her. She was right, though. He wouldn’t have to put his tongue inside her. He’d just have to lick her clit. “If it would make you happy, I’ll do it,” he said.
The look on Marie’s face made it seem like it made her more than happy. It made it seem like it turned her on a little. Henry dropped to his knees in front of the kitchen table and Marie spread her legs a little wider. Her pussy lips opened and he saw the remnants of his cum leaking out of her.
“How does it look?” Marie asked.
“Beautiful,” Henry said. “Your pussy has always looked beautiful.”
She laughed gently, put a hand on the back of his head, and pulled him towards her clit. Henry’s tongue slipped out of his mouth and he ran it back and forth over her sex organ, eliciting an immediate moan from Marie as she experienced the pleasure she clearly sought.
“That’s it,” Marie said. “Just lick my clit. Just like that.”
Henry did as his girlfriend desired and she unleashed the low, lusty moans he wanted to hear. The more she moaned, the more he wanted to make her feel good. The closer she seemed to get to her orgasm, the more Henry worked her clit. A few times his tongue dipped a little lower and he caught a brief taste of what he’d left inside her. Just as Marie had said, it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as he thought it would be.
Then Marie’s hand moved to the top of his head and she applied gentle pressure. She didn’t say anything, but it seemed as though she wanted Henry to move a little lower. He resisted and the pressure got a little firmer, making it perfectly clear what Marie wanted.
Henry didn’t bother keeping up his resistance. Instead, he let Marie direct him where she wanted him to go. He dropped down and pushed his tongue between her labia and into the wet, slippery, cum-soaked folds of her pussy.
The moan that came from Marie was unlike most Henry had heard. It was, however, quite similar to how she moaned when Isaac was fucking her. Something about Henry’s willingness to lick his cum from her pussy has triggered an entirely different kind of pleasure in Marie, a kind of pleasure that she clearly enjoyed. That was all it took for Henry to find it thrilling to clean his mess from her.
“Oh, fuck, Henry,” Marie said as she reached down and rubbed her clit while his tongue probed her pussy. “That’s so hot. That’s so fucking hot.”
She was into it, so Henry pushed his tongue deeper. He let the odd sense of pleasure he felt flow through him and unleashed a moan. He made it clear that he was enjoying himself, even if Marie was clearly having more fun.
“Oh my God, I’m cumming!” she cried out just a few moments later, bringing about her second orgasm in a remarkably short span of time.
Henry pulled his tongue from his girlfriend’s pussy and sat back on his knees as he watched her enjoy a body-shaking orgasm.
Marie eventually sat up and reached out to him. Henry took her hand and she helped him to his feet so they could engage in a beautiful, deep kiss.
“Thank you for that,” Marie said. “That was two great orgasms, Henry. Maybe you can, in a different way, satisfy me like Isaac does.”
Given that he’d just licked some of his cum from her pussy, Henry felt confident in saying, “I’ll do whatever it takes, Marie. I love you.”
She smiled, kissed him again, and said, “Let’s move in together.”
“Really?” Henry asked.
“Yeah. Move in with me. I know your lease it up soon, so move in with me,” she said.
“I’d love to,” he replied. “That would be incredible. That would be absolutely incredible.”
“You’ll have to be okay spending the night in the second bedroom when I have guys over, though,” Marie added. “It won’t happen all that often, but you need to know that it will happen. I love what we just did here, what you did in particular, but I still need to fuck other people. That’s not going to go away.”
“I know,” Henry said. “I understand. Honestly, I’m sure I’ll even enjoy that. Knowing that you want me, that will be enough for me. I’ll be happy to spend the night in the second bedroom when you have someone else over.”
“I do want you, Henry,” Marie replied. “I want other guys too, but I’m pretty sure I’m always going to want you.”
That’s all he needed to hear.
The End.
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Mark
Beautiful.
