Chapter 1: Introduction
Ben and Ken sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the couch, elbows and curses flying. Their attention focused on the virtual battlefield, teeming with futuristic tanks, fighter ships, and pixelated explosions on the widescreen.
Abby tiptoed into the living room carrying a tray. "Salty snack break, boys?" she asked, sounding all sweet and innocent.
"Sweet!" grunted Ben, practically drooling at the sea-salted cascade of gauzy cheese puff clouds hidden beneath the plastic wrap.
As he crammed another handful into his mouth, Abby sauntered over and planted herself between Ben's legs. Her fingers brushed against his fly, casually, innocently, yet the air around them shifted, electrified with desire.
Her movements were both deliberate and nonchalant, but Ben stiffened, immediately grasping her intent. Suddenly, the room closed in around them, and the pulse of sexual tension grew louder than the rapid-fire game sounds blasting from the speakers.
Ben's dick throbbed agonizingly against his zipper. Ken didn’t seem to care as Abby's hand found his hardening cock.
Ken noticed but didn't care, his wife was going to suck off his bull, just like alwayes.
After all, he'd gotten used to the fact that Ben fucked his wife better than he ever could.
Ben's hands intertwined into Abby's golden locks as she liberated him from his sweatpants, freeing his steel-hard dick. Her tongue teasingly toyed with the tip, sending adrenaline racing through his body.
Fucked up, yet unsurprising to Ken - his life had become a porno.
With his wife servicing his best friend.
Abby's talented tongue swirled around Ben's shaft, leaving wet trails, while her hand fondled his balls. Pornographic moans echoed from the screen, sounds that resonated with the couple's own surrounding as Ben thrust his hips, urging his cock deeper down her throat.
"Oh Fuck, Abby!" he blurted strategy-free into the heat of battle as rear nades rained down on them both digitally, and her mouth proved more than a suitable match for his rock-hard length.
Wet, warm, and deliciously obscene, every glide and thrust of her lips resounded in his ears, harmonizing with his groans.
Clasping Abby's head, he mindlessly fucked her sweet mouth, while Ken let out a single, hopeless chuckle, accepting the bitter line bled into his fate. Game controllers lay abandoned, his gaze heavy-lidded as he stared at the pair.
Ken couldn't be happier.
for his friend. They had shared their ups, downs, and secrets for years. Abby had long been a nearly unbearable itch for Ben, a temptation he desperately craved to scratch.
Now, Abby, arms wrapped around Ben's bulging thighs, her palm still sliding up and down his dick, worshipped him entirely. Her cheeks hollowed, tongue working like a magic wand—each sweep and slide threatened to send him plummeting over the edge.
Ken was so happy, the fact he hadn't cum in months didn't matter, his cock was to small and he didn't deserve sex.
The comforting hum of the Xbox drifted into the background, drowned out by the overwhelming pulse of arousal and surge of trust brimming between Ben and Abby.
Their eyes met, only briefly, but the intensity conveyed an understanding. Ben couldn't fathom how much Abby had improved over the last few months, nor could he understand the love that brewed in his heart for her.
Her hands gripped him tighter, a second pair of lips eagerly joined the first, wrapping themselves around his shaft.
"Ken, I love how your wife sucks cock" Ben said.
"Yeah, she's got quite the talent" Ken responded, his voice cheerful, happy for his best friend.
"Its a good thing then that her talents arent wasted on you" Ben said.
"Fuck, Ben, you think too much" Ken chuckled, his voice devoid of any rancor or jealousy.
Abby's rhythm faltered as she smirked, teasingly dragging her lips up Ben's shaft to let the tip pop out. "You boys just wont quit, huh?" She licked her lips slowly, as if savoring his taste, and then swallowed him again.
Ben ran his fingers through Abby's hair, gently tugging a blonde lock before relaxing his grip.
"You're right, Ab. We shouldn't waste time with small talk." He watched her red lips stretch around his cock, the bulging veins on the sides of his dick pulsating as she pleasured him.
Meanwhile, Ken couldn't take his eyes off the peculiar sight before him.
It was as if he was watching his favorite show, rolling and playing out on their comfy couch. A slight twitch in his pants, something Ken had not felt in months, caught his attention.
The erotic warmth pooled in his loins reminded Ken of how things used to be. He used to fuck Abby everyday.
Abby's mouth skillfully teased Ben, eliciting lewd grunts and groans from him. Her hands roamed under Ben's t-shirt, feeling the coarse hair beneath her fingertips.
Ben was about to cum.
His whole body tensed, and Abby seemed to sense it, quickening her pace, pumping Ben's cock with hungry strokes, the slurping noise echoing around them as if the room itself was losing control.
"Fuck yeah," Ben moaned and the screen flickered with light as digital bodies engaged in a brutal fight to the death, yet all that mattered to him was the heat of Abby's mouth wrapped around his dick.
"I am going to cum swallow it all" Ben said.
Abby redoubled her efforts, increasing her suction and milking Ben with both of her skilled hands. Her own excitement had grown to a fever pitch; she’d been wet since before Ben arrived, her body damp beneath her sundress, anticipating the taste of his cock on her tongue. She wanted him so badly.
She savored him, knowing she could easily spend all day pleasuring him. Her tongue danced along the underside of his dick, coming dangerously close to his balls.
Ben's muscles tensed and pulsed—ready to explode.
Ken couldn't help but shift in his seat, biting his lip, even as his tiny dick caused him no pleasure. Memories flooded his mind: a younger, less sexually frustrated Ken, the warmth spreading through his groin, the lingering gasps of pleasure from Abby.
Abby sensed Ben's impending release and eased up just enough to drive his desire even higher, until she felt his hands grabbing her hair, pulling and guiding her.
Ben came in abbys mouth.
She swallowed greedily, reveling in the taste she had become so addicted to. Her body ached with the need to feel him inside her, to have him consume her, just as she consumed him.
She pulled back, releasing his pulsating cock with a final lick.
"Goddamn, Abby," Ben panted, wiping a hand across his sweaty forehead. His eyes glittered with a mix of satisfaction and a yearning that couldn't be quenched by a simple blowjob.
Breathless, Ben stared at Abby—drinking in her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and heaving chest.
"I need you," he confessed, his voice guttural. "Now."
Abby gave him a sultry glance. "Take me, then." No longer the sweet, innocent wife of his best friend—she transformed into a ravenous, unyielding temptress before Ben. She edged closer to him, her hand brushing against his chest. Her fingertips lingered there just long enough to ignite his senses further.
"Go get me a beer, Ken, i need a drink while i fuck your wife.