(MF, wife, mast)
By Sudden

***

A guy gives his best friend's wife a ride home from the
bar. She invites him in for a beer. While her husband
sleeps, he gives her a very friendly back rub.

***

I gave her a ride home from the bar. She was in that
drunk, affectionate mood she gets when she wants
attention. We sat in the car for a few minutes, making
out. We'd done this enough now that I no longer felt any
guilt over it. It wasn't anything her husband hadn't seen
her do at the bar when she was in one of these moods.
Well, it was a little more serious, involving tongue, but
still just playing around as far as she was concerned.
The fact that her husband was also my best friend is what
triggered the guilt the first couple of times we did
this. We'd talked about it and he'd more or less said if
she wants to do it, go for it.

We broke for air and she asked if I wanted to come in. I
said sure, knowing full well that she would offer maybe a
beer, some conversation, and nothing more. After all, her
husband would be asleep in the next room.

I sat on a daybed that, with a couple of bolster
cushions, doubled as a couch in their living room. She
went into the kitchen and brought us a couple of beers,
sitting next to me, but not too close.

"Gary must have passed out. I could hear him snoring when
I walked by the hall."

"He has an early day tomorrow," I said.

"How are you with neck rubs?" she asked. "I have this
kink that's driving me nuts."

"I guess I'm average at it."

I scooted back and over so I was more or less behind her
and rubbed her neck and shoulders. She relaxed her
muscles, let her head drop.

"Mmm, that feels good."

I continued for a few minutes, slow and firm, till my
arms started to get tired.

"Would you mind doing my back, too?" she asked.

"Not at all."

She moved to stretch out on the bed. I scooted out of her
way till she got settled.

I sat beside her on the edge of the daybed and began
rubbing her back through her shirt. It was an oversized
t-shirt that she'd cut the arms off of at the seams.

"You can lift that out of the way," she said, lifting
herself off the cushion to allow room.

I pulled the shirt up under her arm pits, having some
difficulty getting it clear of her tits. She was wearing
a bra, but it was one of those elastic pullover things
that provided cover and not much else. She had a nice
set, grapefruit sized, and they needed no support.

I rubbed her back, sort of a pressure-move motion.
Without oil, it's about all you can do. I easily slipped
my hands under the bra-strap to get at her shoulders. She
lifted herself again, as though she wanted me to move the
strap out of the way too. I moved my hands down either
side, found the bottom seam and pulled it away from her,
moving it up. As soon as it cleared her tits, she lowered
herself back to the cushion.

I got up and straddled her legs, just below her butt, to
get better leverage. I wondered how this would look if
Gary got up to take a piss and happened to look in the
living room.

"Could you do my lower back, too?" she asked. "Just above
the tailbone. I did some yard work yesterday and it's
still sore."

"Sure."

I scooted back. I worked my way down her back to the
elastic waistband of her shorts. They were high-waisted
and I was still a few inches from where she'd asked me
go, so I moved my hands down and rubbed the spot through
the fabric, working my way out to her hips and then back
toward her spine. Then, just for the hell of it, I went
back up to bare skin and slipped just my thumbs under the
waistband.

She lifted her hips, as she had done with her bra. I
grasped her shorts and pulled them down slowly, figuring
she would lower herself again when she thought I'd gone
far enough. Her tailbone was exposed, then the top half
of each cheek. Still no sign of underwear, and still no
sign from her to stop. Instead of thinking how this would
look to Gary, I was thinking how much I'd always wanted
to see her bare ass, so I kept pulling till her shorts
were about halfway down her thighs. She lowered her hips,
slightly parting her legs as she did.

I could just see her pussy lips and wisps of auburn hair
surrounding them. Now what? Hubby was in the next room,
she'd just let me all but take her clothes off, but she
showed no sign of wanting me to do anything more than
giving her a massage. I think she actually believed that
there was nothing unusual about this.

I continued to rub. Her lower back, down to the slope of
that cute little butt, then one hand on each cheek,
gently squeezing and releasing. I felt her muscles
tighten and relax in response. She took a long breath and
released it slowly. Her eyes were closed and her head was
resting on her forearms.

I moved my hands to the tops of her thighs, one hand on
each leg, my thumbs on her inner thighs, inches from her
pussy, my fingers on the outside. I squeezed and
released, moving my hands down and then back up, each
time a little closer to her slit.

I could feel heat coming from her there. She parted her
legs a little more, just barely lifting her butt a little
further.

I stopped rubbing and let my hands just lightly caress
her skin, moving my fingers between her legs until I
could feel the tickle of her pubic hair. She made a small
sound in her throat and arched her back, tilting her hips
up and exposing her pussy to full view. I moved the last
fraction of an inch and covered her pink lips with my
fingers. She was wet and hot. I worked my fingers between
her the folds of her cunt, stretching my middle finger up
to her clit.

"Hunh!" she moaned, clinching her butt, pressing against
my hand.

I rubbed her button slowly, gradually increasing
pressure. This brought another sigh and a stifled moan.

I paused then and reached down to pull her shorts further
down, thinking she could spread her legs a little
farther.

"No!" she whispered, still with her eyes closed. It was
as though there was nothing wrong if she kept her clothes
on, that removing them would somehow be more of a
betrayal than what we were doing.

Whatever. I returned my attention to her pussy. She was
practically dripping by now. I moistened a finger in her
juices and went back to rubbing her clit. She rocked her
hips back and forth, clinching her muscles each time her
hips moved forward. I moved my hand with her, struggling
to keep contact with her. She paused once when she raised
her butt, and I took the opportunity to slip my thumb
into her fuck-hole, keeping my middle finger in solid
contact with her clit.

"Mmmmph!" she moaned. She buried her face in the cushion,
stretching her hands above her head and clinching the
edge of the daybed. She stopped thrusting her butt and
just held it where I had the best position to flick her
clit with my finger, keeping my thumb buried in her
vaginal canal, applying a steady pressure to the front
part. Her cunt muscles clenched and released in
increasing rhythm, her breath coming in short gasps, a
little whispered moan escaping with each exhale.

"Yesss!" she hissed. My finger was flying over the hard
little ball of her clit, the juices from her pussy making
swishing sounds, soaking my hand.

Her butt clinched hard, released, then clinched again,
harder, then her whole body went stiff and she quivered
like a bowstring.

"Hunnnh!" her face pressed into the cushion so far I
thought she'd suffocate.

"Humph!" her body jerked, then jerked again.

I held my hand still, just applying a steady pressure. I
could feel her juices running down my hand, soaking the
cushion.

Her body relaxed a little, then another spasm hit and she
gave a little shiver. She finally lifted her head,
looking over her shoulder with a big grin.

"Thanks for the back rub."

"I aim to please," I said. I gave her ass a squeeze with
my still-wet hand.

"There's a towel in the bathroom," she hinted.

"O.K." I went to the bathroom, dried off my hand, pausing
as I did to see if I could hear any snoring from down the
hall. I'd gone from worrying about getting caught to
hoping I could get his wife to return the favor I'd just
done her.

I carried the towel out to her, thinking she'd want to
mop up herself. She was sitting there, every stitch of
clothing back in its proper place, sipping her beer like
nothing happened.

"Oh, thanks," she said, "but I just used a tissue."

"O.K." I sat down, took a drink of beer and lit a
cigarette.

"Well, I'm ready to turn in," she said. "Did you want a
beer to take with you?"

Damn! I had this rock-hard dick from watching her come,
making her come, and she was sending me on my way. This
gave new meaning to the word 'tease.'

"No, thanks. Too many cops on the road these days."

She walked me to the door. I opened it and turned for the
usual good-night hug. She pressed her whole body against
mine, giving an extra little push of her belly against my
hard-on, and whispered "thank you" into my ear, then
kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth.

Just as I was wondering if she was reconsidering my
leaving, she pulled back. She reached down and took my
right hand, raising it to her face, smiling. Then she
took the middle finger, the one that had lately had her
jerking like a fish on a hook and probably still smelled
of her cum, and sucked that finger all the way into her
mouth, then slowly pulled it out.

"Next time I'll rub your back," she said.

"I can't wait," I said, and left for home.