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Love Triangle 01 - The Hitchhiker

© 2004 by SirRender

I recently learned some very interesting details about my best friend and his wife of four years. Harry and I have been friends since high school. Neither of us had been in the "in crowd" but we weren't exactly looked down upon as the rejects; really, we were hardly noticed by anyone. He always seemed to me like the kind of guy who preferred living his life in anonymity and privacy, so it was certainly a shock to hear him describe some of the things he and Susan have done in public.

Now Susan is a pretty woman. She met Harry at a party one of his business friends was having during a holiday weekend. They were married within the year and ever since then I've found myself wrestling with the taboo -- not to mention the fear -- of my attraction to my best friend's wife. I've spent the better part of the past four years fantasizing about comforting her any time that Harry goes out of town and leaves her alone in their apartment. So maybe you can understand how hard it was for me (no pun intended) to listen to him so nonchalantly discuss their perverse pleasures.

Okay okay, so how did it come about, you may be wondering? It was an honest mistake, and one I'm not really sure whether or not I regret. Susan was out with a friend at a movie while Harry and I hauled their old bed away and brought in a brand new one they'd bought at an oak furniture store. While moving the stuff they had stowed under their old bed, a photo album fell open on the floor and in it were a couple of snapshots of Susan strutting about an open highway in high heels, bra and panties -- one magnificent round tit hanging out of her bra.

To my recollection, I tried to be discrete about it and avoided looking directy at the pictures, but I know my blood was pumping with vigor and I must have tented my pants.

It really surprised me when Harry shrugged and acted like it was an ordinary, every day thing, then told me about the pictures.

He and Susan often played a game where they would give each other little coupons granting the owner with permission to do something or to request that the other do something. It started innocently enough when they were just dating and Susan would give him coupons for a French kiss or permission to reach under her shirt and fondle her breasts. In recent years, it had become more general and also more daring. She might give him a coupon entitling Harry to do any one sex act to her at any time, or she might give him one he could use to make her strip naked in a public place. Some of the coupons he gave her entitled her to receive oral stimulation or to say no to any sexual advance he made at her.

On one sunny day in late spring, they had driven out to one of the most deserted roads in the county and Harry had redeemed a very special coupon giving him complete control of her for one hour. He told her to strip down to her shoes and underwear and to get out of the car. He then said he wanted her to pretend to be a stranded hitchhiker willing to do anything for a ride back to town and he drove off with the intention of returning to play the part of the wicked passing motorist.

"It was pretty exciting to think that while I was gone she might get picked up by a real passing car and do anything for a ride home," Harry told me with a wide, toothy grin. "It wasn't what I'd had in mind, but as I drove away it occurred to me I hadn't really been specific with her."

I tell you, my heart stopped when I heard that. If I'd known... if I'd had any inkling whatsoever that they were playing this game, my ass would have been driving down that road at just that moment. The idea of not really taking advantage of her, but of having her offer herself to me like that made my head swim.

When Harry got far enough away that he was out of her sight, he pulled out his camera from the glove box and got his car turned around to head back and pick up his wife. As he approached, she decided to flash him as her way of flagging down the passing car. Presumably, he told me, she'd decided to pretend that several cars had passed without noticing her (impossible, I wanted to shout, but barely contained my enthusiasm) and in her desperation she flashed her smooth, round tits to get the next driver's attention.

When Harry stopped, Susan moved to the middle of the road to talk to him through the driver's side window. It was then that he got the idea to have her pull one tit out of her bra but leave the other one in. My gaze fell to the photograph he took of her like that. He also made her put her hands on top of her head and spin around a few times. But fearing they had been alone on the road for too long and another car was sure to come along, he then let her in and told her to sit with her hands under her ass until they got into town. This left her one bare breast on display if anyone did pass by.

But they didn't see another car for miles. Once in town, Harry had her put her bra fully back on as he drove through a fast food place. He ordered a taco and a soda and sat in line for about five minutes before getting their food. He then parked in the parking lot, facingthe street, and told Susan to jack him off and make him cum. She did, and when he was ready to cum he held open the taco and blew his load into it. As a final price for getting her ride back home, Harry presented Susan with the taco with special sauce and told to eat it.

I would never admit to my best friend that I came in my pants when he said that. I imagined Susan's thin, pink lips closing over the hard shell and the mixture of pseudo-beef, cheese, lettuce and cum hitting her tongue. He said she ate it all like a trooper, then washed it down with the soda as they drove home.

And I found all this out by accidentally knocking open a photo album of my best friend's private memories. I wonder how Susan would feel if she knew he'd told me.

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