The young woman Of His Best Friend.


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At the sound of an unfamiliar car engine rumbling into the private road, a puzzled Jennifer stood up and walked to the windowpane to key out the source of the noise. Surely Dave had n't bought yet another car ?
Being married to a confirmed petrol-head had some reward, such as always having an arouse motor-car to sit around in, but it also had some disadvantages, such as their garden, garage and often the kitchen filled with oily rags, oil, tools and various scattered automobile persona, unusual looking closed chain, Walter Piston, nuts, bolts and all form of locomotive detritus.

Her hilltop furrowed at the sight of a 1970 's Ford Hermann Hueffer Capri parked outside the front door of the semi-detached house where she had lived for the preceding five years, since she had married Dave. It was certainly a classic British variation car, but did they really require it ?
Although Dave had a right job, earning good money, clock time were tough enough as it was.
Jennifer 's part-time job at the topical anesthetic pub did n't land her in a lot of spare cash, and she was always asking the knob for extra hours, just for the money for a few personal sumptuousness items.

She breathed a gentle suspiration of rest as she saw Dave 's substantially supporter Andy climb out of the car. Andy was also a car junkie, and had been Dave 's pal for geezerhood. He 'd been best man at their wedding, and had been responsible for organising an award sentry go of men in overalls holding heavy spanners aloft when she and Dave had left the church service - a adjustment ( and humorous ) touching. Jennifer grinned at the memory.

As she walked towards the front door, the buzzer rang. She swung the door undecided and greeted Andy with a smile.

'' Hi Andy ! He 's not here at the moment, and he wo n't be back for a little piece yet. ``

'' That 's ok Jenny, but I kind of needed to see him. Any chance I could come in and expect ? ``

'' Sure, sweetheart, occur on in and sit down. I 'll put the kettle on. ``

Andy walked through to the waiting room whilst Jennifer went into the kitchen. Whilst the kettle boiled she added the coffee bean to the cupful, four sugars for Andy as usual, Joseph Black with no milk for her own.

With the chocolate made, she carried the cupful through to the couch. Andy was sitting comfortably in the armchair, so Jennifer set them down on the coffee berry table, and sat down on the sofa facing him.

The pair of them chatted, making humble talk and generally having a newsmonger. Jennifer asked about the Ford now parked extraneous, and found out that Andy had only bought it yesterday. It needed a bit of employment, but it was basically a clean motor. Whilst they talked, Andy ran through his convention drawstring of joke and gags, making Jennifer laugh, as he usually did.
Although she had n't been faithless to Dave since they first met eight age ago, Jennifer had always wondered what would have happened if Andy, and not Dave, had come over and chatted her up that nighttime in the pub.
It was entirely possible that she might 've ended up dating Andy instead, as Jennifer had always had a diffuse maculation for him.
As they talked, she smiled inwardly as she occasionally caught Andy 's eyes straying downwards to where her breast nestled under her vest-top. She felt a hint of embarrassment when she realised that his gaze was also occasionally wandering down to her genitalia. She crossed her tight denim-encased legs, but she also felt a tenuous gush of excitement at the thought that Andy was 'checking her out'.

She was used to guys ogling her at study of course, she had a good digit by all write up, and usually wore low upper side and short skirts to do work - she had found that men bought her drinks a lot more often if she did so.

The coffees now long drunk, she was giggling at yet another of Andy 's wisecracks, when her mobile phone beeped it 's text alarum. She scowled slightly as she read the text from Dave out loud - `` Gon na be hour yet, see you soon ''.

'' Oh well, it 's up to you if you want to stay and wait Andy, '' she continued `` I 'm going to have to go and get ready for work in a bit, but I can make you a sandwich or something if you 're going to stay. ``

'' No, but thanks anyway William Le Baron Jenny, guess I 'll consume to get going soon. '' was the reply.

Jennifer blushed as she realised that Andy had spoken the words directly to her breasts, no longer even keeping up the pretence of looking her in the eye.

Looking up, Andy caught her eye, and stammered his tidings hesitantly `` Um ... er ... jenny ass, can I ... ah ... er ... ask you something ? '' As he spoke the words, he fumbled for something from the pocket of his trousers.

'' Yeah, go on ! '' Jennifer answered brightly, feeling all at once embarrassed, flattered and slightly aroused by Andy 's obvious perceptiveness of her organic structure.
Unthinkingly, she flashed a glance at Andy 's groin, and caught her breath as she realised that he had a very visible erection straining in his trousers.

'' Er ... um ... well, it 's like this Jen, '' Andy continued `` I 've always sort of been a bit jealous of Dave, 'cause he 's got you, and you 're a good-looking boo alright. '' Jennifer felt her face flush with lovingness as her nerve reddened.

He continued to falter `` I've..I 've ... um ... I 've always thought you had great ... er ... tits. '' As he spoke the words, Jennifer saw that he had a roll of twenty dollar bill pound banknotes in his hand, and he was peeling off some as he spoke `` If I gave you a hundred wad, would you testify them to me ? '' he tilted his mind to one side, pulled a face and gave one of his daft winks, which always made Jennifer laugh.

She fought hard not to giggle, and attempted to affect an air of shocked indignation, but somehow she knew she was failing to do so. In the true she was by now feeling more than slightly aroused. However, she was for the moment tongue-tied, unsure of exactly what to say or do.

Andy pulled some more notes from the bank-roll. `` Ok Jen, two hundred ! '' He made another face, gurning madly. Jennifer 's facade finally slipped and she giggled out flashy.
'I know it 's damage, but what possible impairment could it do ?'She thought to herself. 'It 's not like cat do n't gaze at my pap and arse all night when I 'm at work, and it 's only Andy, not all over strangers .'

She fought a brief mental battle with herself, trying to find reasons to excuse why she should or should not comply with Andy 's request.

Finally, she made a picnic conclusion. `` Two hundred ? '' she blurted out `` Ok then, you 're on ! ``

She crossed her blazonry in front of her and, grasping the hem of her singlet with both helping hand, whipped it off, throwing it up into the air, where it landed on the floor a few pes away. Inwardly she was glad she had one of her gracious bandeau on, she would 've hated to have been wearing one of her old greying sports bras.

Her hands aviate round to the middle of her back, and unclasped the eye-hooks holding her bra strap. She hastily flung the garment into the air, where it 's trajectory traced a brief arc through the air, before landing confining by the discard vest.

Smiling, she raised her coat of arms and clasped her helping hand behind her straits, spreading her cubitus broad so that her breasts stood proudly towards the broadly grinning man polar her.

She slowly rotated her torso to the left and to the right, her boobs swaying gently as she did so.

Andy stared all-inclusive eyed at her thorax for a wide-cut minute before he spoke. He swallowed hard, gulping air before he spoke `` Um ... If I gave you another two hundred Jen, could I ... er ... touch them ? Maybe looseness with them a bit ? ``

Jennifer 's jaw dropped in suprise, she knew it was totally unseasonable to be doing this but in the true she was secretly enjoying the charged sexual hullabaloo she was feeling. She had n't been unfaithful to Dave in the eight years they 'd been together, but this did n't really count, did it ?

Now it was her turn to stammer as she spoke `` Er ... ok, Andy - that 'll piss it f-four hundred pounds, y-yeah ? ``

'' sure ! '' said Andy, as he deposited the promissory note on the deep brown tabular array. He stood and walked around the low table, sitting himself alongside Jennifer. Nervously, his hands shook a little as he began to gently fondle Jennifer 's thorax. His warm hands grasped the ample breasts, squeezing and stroking them, his fingertips tweaking her erect nipples, lightly at first, then more strongly.

Jennifer gave a light moan of pleasance, and closed her eyes as she let the pleasurable champion sweep through her body.
Her eye suddenly opened wide as she felt Andy 's lip close around her right breast, his lips clamping down on her indulgent material body, whilst his clapper flickered to and fro across her mamilla. His hand swirled around her left field tit, his fingerbreadth simultaneously imitating the stimulation his tongue and teeth were now performing on the correct one.

Jennifer intended to say 'No !'but the only phone that emerged from her sass was a low moan of delight. She could feel the warmth inside her inguen now and, guiltily, she knew she was soaking wet down below.

After a piece, Andy 's mitt and mouth released their grip on Jennifer 's eubstance, and he sat back a lilliputian, smiling.

Jennifer 's mind was a twist of confusion - guilt and doubtfulness wrestled with exciting boot and intimate foreplay. She was astounded at Andy 's side by side move.

He pulled the roll of note out once more, and cast it onto the table. `` Er ... if I made it a thousand Cypriot pound, Jen, '' He hesitated, then continued `` ... would you ... um ... er ... give me a blow job ? ``

Once more, Jennifer 's jaw dropped in astonishment. She knew she should n't, but by now she was so turned on that she would 've agreed to almost anything.

She amazed herself by wordlessly climbing from the sofa, then kneeling in front of the still seated Andy. Her hands trembled as she unzipped his trouser and, fumbling inside them, pulled out his tight member.
It throbbed magnificently in her mitt as Andy undid his knock and unbuttoned himself, to turn over her easier access to his raise penis.
It stood majestic in her grasp, the end already glistening with pre-cum.

Jennifer eagerly dropped her top dog onto the prick and set to mold. Pursing her back talk, she slurped noisily at the droplets of seed oozing from the meatus at the end of the hard rod. She put out her tongue and pushed the tip of it firmly to the tip of the hammer before her, flicking it around the top, then working her way around the purple Alexander Graham Bell, before lifting the pecker with her hired man and using her tongue to tickle the frenum, knowing that that area where the foreskin attaches to the shaft is a very tender spot.

Andy groaned out loud, his obvious pleasure only serving to increase Jennifer 's own excitment. She began to turn her solid mouth over the end of the cock now, bobbing her head up and down as she did so.
At offset she simply took the bell-end into her mouthpiece, then released it quickly. Repeating this several times, she began to work it further into her mouth with each short solidus, every time sliding her lips a little further down the shaft.
She began to alternate the length at which she reached down the hammer, one short stroke followed by one deep one, then one short one followed by first two deep cerebrovascular accident, then three.

Her free hand fumbled with the cincture of her own jean, and she wriggled her fingers inside her knickers and began to slew a couple of digit in and out of her moist vagina, then stroking her clitoris before plunging them back inside herself.

She felt Andy 's hired man Menachem Begin to caress her hair, and then firmly grasp the crown of her head. Jennifer needed very picayune encouragement, angling the member towards herself to enable her to thrust her head all the way down the ray, right to the base.

Although it felt to be about the Sami length as Dave 's it was noticably wide, and she gagged a lilliputian as the cinch of it seemed to satisfy the rachis of her throat.

Andy 's hired man lifted from her principal, and she gratefully withdrew for a moment. A long drip of cum extended humorously from the end of the member to her low-pitched lip and she smiled as she theatrically lapped at it with her tongue.

The grin fell from her face to be replaced by an reflexion of suprise as, to her chagrin, she saw that Andy had his mobile headphone in his helping hand, and was filming her - she realised that he was making his very own POV moving picture !

Confusion reigned in her mind, and she froze hesitantly as Andy, still filming, stood and moved around behind her as she continued to kneel in strawman of the couch.
She felt his free hand tug at her loose jeans behind her and, to her own amazement, she found herself using one hand to support herself on the couch and the early hand assisting Andy in removing her blue jean, pulling at her knickers as she did so, and raising world-class one leg then the other to alleviate his removal of the last vestiges of her clothing.

Now completely naked, she continued to kneel unresistingly as Andy fell to his own knee joint behind her. Reacting to an unspoken control she obediently parted her legs further to easier facilitate the penetration that she both expected and desired.

She was n't frustrated, as she felt the tip of Andy 's phallus rub up against the wet brim of her twat. She realised that he was using one handwriting wrapped around the theme of his cock to steer it in as it nudged it 's way into her, and that he was probably still filming her with the phone in his early hand.

Involuntarily she groaned loudly as the length of it pushed deep into her, the supererogatory girth giving unexpected but welcome extra sensations as Andy began to fuck her, gently and slowly at first, then harder and faster, harder and faster.
His loose hand pushed down firmly on the small of her spine, and then moved around to grasp her hip tightly as he banged his humanness in and out of her.

Jennifer 's own hands slid down her body. She pressed the side of her face onto the couch to confirm herself while she used one hand to dally with her jiggling breasts, and the other to arouse her clit as the cock rammed into her from behind.

She began to squash and contract her vaginal muscles, both to compound her own delight and instinctively desiring to commit far pleasure to the man penetrating her so forcefully.

It proved more than enough for Andy, and Jennifer heard him cry out loudly whilst she felt his hot load shoot into her insides. The warm shipment, the rigidifying of his consistence against her, and the delight of knowing that this man was enjoying her organic structure so much also proved enough for her too, and she moaned as her own climax rippled through her body, like a series of galvanising shocks.

Gasping for air, Jennifer slumped forward onto the sofa. She heard Andy, panting hard, sit heavily on the carpet behind her. As her excitement began to lessen, the realization of what she had just done began to penetrate on her.

Sudden stab of guilt flashed into her thinker, and she thought of Dave, and how hurt he would be if he knew what she had just done.
She felt too ashamed to turn around and boldness Andy as she heard him, his breathing space now back to normal, stand and zip himself up.

She cringed inwardly as she heard him mouth `` Um, ok then Jen, I 'd better be going. I 'll leave that money on the tabular array. Tell Dave I 've called in will you, and I 'll see him down the pub tomorrow night, yeah ? ``

Embarrassed, Jennifer found herself ineffective to utter or even move as she heard him take the air to the face room access and let himself out. She pulled herself up to a sitting position on the lounge, clamping her legs tightly together l the load of semen inside her should leak out.

She glanced around the room.

Her clothes were scattered across the flooring, her knickerbockers still entangled in her jeans, her undershirt and bra to one side. The empty loving cup still stood on the coffee table, alongside the cumulus of banknotes.

She stared unmovingly at the conniption, still unable to believe what she had just done. She remained motionless for several minutes, then suddenly she leapt to her feet. She gathered up the money and looked around.

indecisiveness gripped her mind as she began to panic, wondering what to do next.

She knew she had to shower down before Dave got home, to cleanse the cheating things she had just participated in, to purify herself for him, but she also had to tidy up, and hide what she had done.

Her stomach turned somersaults as she put the money back down on the table and gathered up her clothes from the storey. She tucked her dress under one arm, and grabbed at the handles of the cups.
Jennifer dashed into the kitchen, shoving the wearing apparel hastily into the washing auto, and placing the cups in the cesspit. She ran back into the couch and saw with alert that her bra had fallen on the floor.
She grabbed at it, and dashed back to the washing machine and threw it in.

Her hands shaking, she washed the loving cup, then dried them and put them away.

She returned to the lounge, but suddenly remembered that she had left a newspaper publisher tissue in the pouch of her jeans so, not wishing to have it disintergrate in the wash she ran back and fumbled with the clothes until she removed the offending article.

Ironically, as she did so, a lump of cum dripped from her, clinging stickily to her thigh. She used the tissue paper to wipe herself, then hastened upstairs to sluice it down the toilet.

She pulled the handle to empty the cistern, then turned the knobs to set about the flow of water system in the rain shower. As she briefly waited for the body of water to heat up to the correct temperature Jennifer realised with horror that the money was still on the table in the lounge !

Panicking, she dashed downstairs. She snatched the annotation from the board and raced back upstairs. Unsure of where to enshroud it, she burst into the bedroom, and hastily tugged her underwear draftsman open. She stuffed the peal of notes in, hiding them beneath her collecting of lingerie.

She returned to the lav, and showered throughly, spending much farsighted than usual soaping down her body, and slipping shower-gel beset fingerbreadth into herself to ensure that all the foreign sperm cell inside her would be gone.

Jennifer sponged her eubstance knockout whilst the jets of warm water shimmered over her openness. She paid especial tending to her titty, her cover and her hip, all the places where Andy had touched her, as if she could dampen away the feel of his hands on her skin, the sensation of which still lingered in her mind.

She had spent so long in the shower that she had only just emerged when she heard Dave 's key rattling in the lock of the strawman room access downstairs.

With an electrifying shock of terror and guilt, she grabbed a hand-towel and arranged it turban expressive style around her wet hair, then wrapped a bath-towel around her still-wet body.

Nervously, she ran down the stairs to recognise Dave in the hallway. As she descended, in her mind she attempted to compose herself, to rationalise her legal action to herself. Although what she had done was dreaded, a thousand British pound was a thousand pounds - More money than she would 've earned in several months at the pub.
She made a hope to herself that she would use some of the money to spoil Dave, to get up for her terrible arcanum betrayal.

'' Hey, baby ! '' said Dave, smiling. His eyes took in her body, barely concealed by the towel, making Jennifer blush guiltily.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately on the mouth, his knife seeking it 's way into her supine mouth, as his hands strayed underneath the towel behind her, his digit caressing her bare buttocks.
She could feel his hard-on bulging in his trousers as he pressedd her tightly against himself.

He released her from the embrace and said inquiringly `` Has Andy been here this good afternoon ? ``

A sudden flash bulb of affright shot through Jennifer. Did he already recognize what had happened ? Had he somehow guessed ? Had Andy phoned him and told him ? God forbid, Andy might 've even sent him the video footage of her unfaithfulness !

Her stomach churned as she momentarily hesitated, unsure of what to say. Andy 's parting Logos had been 'Tell Dave I 'd called stave'were n't they ? There was no point in denying it, and if Andy told Dave that he 'd been around then her lying would be suspicious.

She tried not to crimson as she stuttered `` Um, yes, but he could n't wait, he said he 'd see you in the pub tomorrow night. ``

Dave breathed a sigh of relief.

Once more Jennifer 's jaw dropped in stupor and horror as Dave asked `` Did he leave the thousand pound I lent him yesterday so 's he could buy his new Capri, then ? ''