Jonathan leaned back in his easy chair and thanked the Lord that the kitchen table covered his lap from clear sight. It would be impossible to hide the enormous lump in his pants as he thought about Tabitha over and over in his mind. His incredibly long black cock was bent nearly in half as the 13-inch shaft had no room to stretch across his stomach comfortably as it would be if he were home alone thinking of her. The waist of his pants kept the spongy black head from surfacing and made his whole pole throb painfully.

Tabitha was bending over again, this time serving everyone peas. Her creamy white breasts hung heavy in her blouse, enticing him to look. But Jonathan forced himself to look away for the sake of his good friend, Steven.

Steven had dated Tabitha for 4 years before getting married to her, and the whole time, Jonathan lusted for his beautiful blonde wife. Countless nights he had dreamed of sinking his meaty black cock deep inside the tight blonde goddess, making her cum in ecstasy.

The thought of his creamy, thick cum running down her long, tanned thighs made Jonathan shiver. But it could not be, he knew.

Steven thanked his wife politely, patting her taut rear-end as she moved to serve the next guest. Jonathan took the opportunity to look at Tabitha’s tight little behind once more before engrossing himself in his helping of peas.

How he longed to lay his lengthy black snake between those firm cheeks of hers. He imagined his fat black balls touching her bright pink slit as the shaft coiled up between her buttocks, the head peaking out over her back. What a sight that would be!

Tabitha finished serving the peas to the rest of the guests and sat down across the table from him. Even now, it was hard not to stare; Tabitha being so stunningly beautiful that he could not keep his eyes off of her. What he wouldn’t give for just one night to make love to her.

“You know, Jonathan,” Steven said at last. “When I get back from the safari, we’ll have to go fishing again.”

“Yes,” Jonathan nodded politely. “I would enjoy that very much.”

This was not the first time that Steven had left for a 2-week safari. In fact, he did it once a year around this time, but it was going to be the first time that Tabitha stayed at home while he was away. Usually, Tabitha went to visit her mother while Steven was away, but with a newborn baby to look after, Tabitha thought it best to stay in familiar settings.

Jonathan glanced at Steven’s newborn baby girl and smiled. She was much too young to know what was happening should Tabitha decide to ... but that was foolishness. Tabitha had never shown more than casual interest in him, and to think that he could be fucking his best friend’s wife while he was away made Jonathan sick to his stomach.

No matter how much he desired to do so, he could not do that to Steven.

Jonathan didn’t notice the way Tabitha refused to look him in the eyes tonight. Tabitha faked her smile for her husband’s friends and played with the potatoes on her plate. She no longer felt the loving wife she once believed herself to be, and it scared her.

For the first time in years, she was staying home while her husband was away. Every year, Tabitha purposefully fled to her mother’s while Steven was away to avoid the temptations she felt in her heart. The temptation to give herself willingly to another man.

Jonathan was a good friend of the family, but the feelings he had for her were unmistakable. Tabitha could feel the way Jonathan looked at her, the lust he held in those deep brown eyes. Tabitha felt the same way for him -- more than once, and she had escaped foolish mistakes only by running away from temptation.

Many times she had imagined herself on her knees before Jonathan, his big black cock engulfed in her pretty pink mouth, her long blonde hair entangled in his huge black fist as he pumped his shaft in and out between her lips slowly.

How many times had she imagined the taste of his cum as it slid down the back of her throat? Once in Portland while visiting her mother, she had even purchased a black dildo and fucked herself into a frenzy in the park, achieving 4 orgasms before finally being scared off by a policeman on patrol.

Now Tabitha was going to remain home, in the same city as Jonathan, while her husband went away for 2 full weeks. The certainty that Jonathan never came home early was compounded by the fact that he would check in with her regularly once an evening to see how she was doing. Tabitha knew also that none of the neighbors would suspect a thing as Jonathan was a good friend of the family. His presence at her house while her husband was away would not seem unusual to anyone.

Tabitha dug a forkful of potatoes and quickly fed herself to keep from dwelling on it. Tabitha looked at her baby girl sleeping in the crib nearby and smiled. The only witness to what COULD happen if she let it would be baby Beth, and she was much too young to speak about what she saw.

Tabitha thought of the many nights her and Steven had made love with Beth in the same room, and she wondered what her daughter would think if she heard another man’s voice groaning in pleasure as Steven often did. Tabitha bit her lip to stifle a low moan that nearly escaped her.

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Tabitha drove back from the airport a bundle of nerves. Her legs were shaking so badly at one point that she nearly powered their Bronco into the back of another vehicle on 1st Street.

Jonathan would surely know that Steven’s plane was leaving at 10 a.m. Figuring he would allow time for her return, Tabitha wondered how long it would be until he tried to call. And what would she say when he did?

Her first reaction was to tell him to come over right away and fuck her brains out like she knew he wanted to; Tabitha shook her head violently to fight the sinful thoughts. “I must be faithful,” she told herself. “I must, I have our little girl to think of.”

Tabitha looked at the smiling Bethany beside her. “Of course, if Jonathan wants to come over for a visit, I can’t see the harm in that.”

Jonathan sat by the phone, staring at the clock. Ten thirty-five a.m., Tabitha would be back from the airport soon. Every part of him felt shameful for waiting like this, like a cat on the hunt.

Still, he had left his sunglasses at Steven’s house last night, and it was legitimate of him to get them back. If Steven were home, he would not think twice about stopping by to pick them up; why should now be any different? Just because Steven was not home?

Just because his beautiful wife was there alone, with only an infant baby to interrupt them? What was so different?

Tabitha quickly carried the baby into the house. She did not want to admit it, but she expected Jonathan would be calling soon, and she didn’t want to miss him. She visually checked the answering machine and noted that there were no messages. She supposed that was a good sign. At least he hadn’t called.

But what if he did? What would she say?

Tabitha sat Bethany in her crib and put her purse on the table. As she sat her stuff down, she noticed a dark pair of glasses lying on the floor.

“Oh my,” Tabitha exclaimed. “Jonathan forgot his glasses! I should call him and tell him in case he needs them later. Yes, that’s it. I must call him and see if he needs his glasses.”

Tabitha brushed her long, blonde hair behind her ear and picked up the phone. Shakily, her fingers punched Jonathan’s number...

Jonathan had waited long enough. This is stupid, he thought; it’s only sunglasses. I’ll arrange to pick them up, go by and get them, and be done with it. Viola.

Jonathan picked up the phone beside him and dialed Steven’s number.

Tabitha’s stomach swam with butterflies as she pushed the last numbers and waited for the first ring. Instead, an incessant buzzing alerted her that Jonathan was on another call.

“Damn,” Tabitha cursed as she slammed down the phone and stared at the glasses in her hand. “Hurry and get off the phone.”

Jonathan felt as if he were Judas himself betraying his best friend even as he placed the last number into the phone. He was actually thankful when the busy signal blurted in his ear. It would give him time to rethink what he was doing and why he was doing it. Jonathan sat down the phone and sighed deeply.

He had not noticed until now, but his cock was hard as rock once again. How could this woman do this to him, he wondered as his hand rubbed at his painful pole and messaged it gently. Jonathan could no longer withstand the painful pressure on his zipper and chose to pull the constraining device down to release his bent shaft.

Like a gigantic missile rocketing out of a silo, all 13 inches of black shaft sprung out and stood erect.

“Oh Lordie, how I want to give this to her,” Jonathan groaned, grabbing the base of his fat pole and stroking it up and down slowly. It was hard to get his fingers all the way around the base; his fingers and thumb not quite able to touch.

He could feel the blood pulsing hard in his shaft, and he wondered how Tabitha would feel with something this big inside her. He could see her face contorted in pain and pleasure, and his hand began to stroke faster.

In his urgent haste, Jonathan knocked the phone off the couch but didn’t bother to retrieve it as his fist hammered his giant shaft faster and faster.

Tabitha picked up the phone after only a minute of pause and dialed Jonathan’s number again. Again, she was rudely greeted by the sound of a busy signal.

“Damnit, get off the phone!” Tabitha snapped, her nerves nearly at their end -- as she slammed down the phone. Tabitha was only now aware of the cool dampness between her legs. What a contrast it was to the fire in her crotch that she had felt all the way from the airport this morning.

“Damnit, damnit, damnit,” she cursed as she pulled up her skirt with one hand and dug her delicate fingers into her panties, pushing toward her taut slit. “What am I doing?”

Tabitha’s fingers found her wet crease and slipped between the lips of her labia. Slowly, her long middle finger slid up and down her wet slit, teasing it. From across the room, Beth watched her mother standing in the kitchen with her hand down her panties as she wiggled and squirmed curiously.

“What are you looking at?” Tabitha groaned in frustration as she pulled her hand out from between her legs and smoothed her skirt back down. “Go to sleep, baby.”

Jonathan was on his knees now, his blue jeans around his ankles as he pumped his giant cock furiously. Suddenly, he exploded, sending pearly white cum spitting out across the living room floor.

“OHH GOD!” Jonathan groaned as another thick load launched itself onto the coffee table in front of him. “Oh yes! Oh, Tabitha, take that! Take it!”

He had been imagining fucking his best friend’s wife doggie style on his living room floor, and now he imagined his thick goo squirting all over her tight little ass. “Oh, Tabitha, yes! Oh, it looks so good ... ummm...”

Jonathan fell back on the couch, exhausted -- his big black cock twitching spasmodically as the last vestiges of his sperm seeped out onto the floor beneath him -- and he fell asleep.

It had been 5 hours before Bethany finally fell asleep, and Tabitha was exhausted herself. For the first three hours, she fought uselessly to get the baby to sleep. The fire in her pussy had only lessened slightly, and she needed time alone with the long black dildo she had hidden in her closet.

By the time Bethany had fallen asleep, Tabitha no longer felt the need to use the toy and instead spent the last two hours cleaning the house.

Then, at 4pm the phone rang. Tabitha was sure it was her husband calling from a layover somewhere on his way to Africa and answered in a sweet voice.

“Hello Tabitha, this is Jonathan,” came the deep, rich voice at the other end.

Tabitha’s heart jumped a beat and leapt into her throat. “Hell, Jonathan,” she answered as casually as she could. “You left your sunglasses here last night.”

“I know,” Jonathan said, relieved. “That’s why I called. I was wondering...”

“If you could come over and get them?” Tabitha finished.

“Yes.”

“I’d love you to come,” Tabitha said. “Uh, I mean anytime is fine with me.”

“Good,” Jonathan said. “In about an hour?”

“Yes. See you then.”

The way it started ------------------

Jonathan couldn’t help but wonder what Tabitha had meant when she said, “I’d love you to come.” She then corrected herself. But had she meant it to sound the way it did?

Jonathan slipped on a pair of loose-fitting sweats just in case. While a hard-on would be more evident in sweats, it certainly wouldn’t hurt as much as those damn tight jeans.

Tabitha hung up the phone and rushed to a mirror to primp. “Oh, I look like a mess,” she fussed as she teased and pulled her long hair here and there. With a quick, thoughtless adjustment, she pushed up her full breasts and sized up their shape. “Damnit,” she cursed. “Too ugly.”

She tore her blouse up over her head and rushed to the bedroom for something more suitable. Finding a nice, casual button-up blouse, Tabitha slipped it on and left the top three buttons undone. Looking at herself in the mirror for a moment, Tabitha frowned and unbuttoned one more.

Now, Tabitha remembered her wet panties that she had been wearing all day. Quickly, she hoisted her skirt and yanked her panties to her ankles. Digging through her top dresser drawer, she found a pair of red lace panties and slipped them on. The fact that the red lace panties were the only panties she had that were crotchless didn’t even cross her mind consciously. When she felt the coolness of air against her exposed pussy, she merely smiled and hurried out to fix the living room.

Jonathan arrived much earlier than expected, taking only 20 minutes to cross town when it usually took 30. Tabitha noted that she had not often seen him wear sweats and a tank top before, but today it was a welcome change.

“Come on in,” Tabitha said as she met him at the door. “The baby is sleeping.”

“Oh,” Jonathan covered his mouth to show he would be silent. “OK.”

Jonathan couldn’t help but notice how low Tabitha’s blouse was unbuttoned, and he fought hard to keep his long dong from growing.

“Sorry to bother you,” Jonathan whispered. “But I just thought I might need my shades tomorrow...”

“Don’t mention it,” Tabitha whispered back, though she knew it would take much more than casual conversation to wake Beth now. “Come, have a seat.”

Tabitha motioned for the couch, and Jonathan gladly took the opportunity to sit. It would be much easier to disguise his raging hard-on while sitting.

“I’m glad you came over,” Tabitha said in a normal tone of voice now. “I was getting a little bored anyway.”

“Oh?” Jonathan struggled not to stare at her long legs and low-cut blouse.

“I just don’t have many friends outside of you and Steven,” Tabitha shrugged as she sat on the couch next to him and crossed her legs.

Good heavens, Jonathan thought as he scoped out her shapely legs, as Tabitha kicked one lovely leg in time with the soft music that was playing in the background.

Quickly he crossed his own legs as well and lifted his knee to hide his expanding shaft.

“Well, you can call me anytime you’re bored,” Jonathan said uncomfortably, hoping that what he said didn’t sound like a come-on.

“Thank you,” Tabitha smiled as the phone rang. “Damnit! Damn, phones been ringing all day. Hold on a second. Hello? Oh, hi, honey.”

Tabitha couldn’t believe her husband’s impeccable cable timing. She smiled uncomfortably at Jonathan and shrugged. “Yes, I’m fine. No, she’s sleeping; she fought me for three hours this afternoon. Uh, huh. Yes. Oh, I know I found them this afternoon; I’ll have to call Jonathan and tell him we have them.”

Jonathan looked at Tabitha quizzically. Apparently, Steven had known he’d left his sunglasses there last night, but why didn’t Tabitha tell Steven he was here to get them?

“Yes,” Tabitha said, nodding at Jonathan and putting her finger over her lips to silence him. “OK, I’ll tell him when I see him. Call me when you get to Kenya. OK, sweetie. I love you too. Bye bye.” Our Pleasure -------------