Looking Glass Hearts: P&H (L)

What is the sexiest thought you have of your man?” Brie was trying to turn the already steamy conversation into a raging fire. Brie, Jane, and I have been best friends for more than 20 years. Every Thursday is girls’ night out, which often ends like this one: girls’ night in, sipping coffee in the living room, gabbing about life… and almost always about sex.

“Wesley’s smile just melts me,” Jane quickly chimes in. She’s the most conservative and bashful of the friends, so this sweet innocent response was no surprise.

Brie responds, “You’re right that Wesley’s smile is lovely. But no, no, no. I’m not talking melting your heart. What melts your pussy?”

Both Jane and I started to blush. Jane was flush because of the question. I was flush because of the answer in my head.

“Come on, Holly,” Brie said. “I can tell you have a sexy image of Pete in your head right now!”

“True. But I don’t know, it’s pretty private.”

“Yes, but this group is pretty private right here,” Brie replied. “In fact, only last Thursday you were talking about getting butt-fucked for the first time. And we’ve been friends longer than you’ve been married, so this is a tell-all zone.”

The truth is, I liked…no, I LOVED having this inner circle of friends. We’ve talked about everything, and I mean everything. From the highs (and lows) of our honeymoons, to Brie’s affair nine years ago, to me getting butt-fucked. Yes, this was a sacred bond. I thanked God for their friendship daily.

“OK, fine.”

Jane sets down her coffee mug. Both gals scoot a little bit closer to the edge of the couch.

“One time, I spied…”

“What …what?” “I spy with my little eye…”

“You know…I caught him…doing you know what.”

“With another woman?!?!”

“NO! Not that! You know… with… himself.”

Jane’s eyes get bigger. Brie’s eyes scrunch up.

“What a minute,” said Brie. “You told me that Pete jacks off several times a week. What’s the big deal?”

“True. And we masturbate together quite frequently. But those have been the only times I’ve seen him ‘going solo’. It’s always been a part of our sex time. I only knew he jerked off because he told me so.”

Jane is almost salivating now. “What was different about this time…. when you caught him in the act?”

“Well, it happened about three months ago. I was supposed to go on a Saturday morning to the Farmer’s Market and help Barbara sell her hand-made soaps. Before we got there, the rain had already started, and it looked like the storms would persist all day, so the Market was rained out.

“I came home, said hi to the kids, and then announced, ‘Honey, I’m back. Rainout.’ But no reply. I go to our bedroom, and then I hear the shower running in our attached bathroom. I walked into the bathroom to tell him I was home, but before I said a word, I saw him. You know how the shower by our room has the frosted glass you can see through?”

“Mm hmm.”

“There was Pete, clearly stroking his hard cock.”

There was about five seconds of silence. “I don’t get it,” chimed Brie. “You’ve watched him masturbate in bed. How is this your sexiest image?”

“Plus your vision was obstructed!” This was the first time Jane had said a word in the last five minutes.

“Yeah, you’re both right,” I reply. “But this was different. I wasn’t supposed to be there. He didn’t know I was there. So I was able to spy on an intimate private moment. And even though he was a bit blurry through the glass, it was the first time I got to see him jack off in his primal solo state. Trust me, it was sexy as hell.”

“And did he finish the job?”

“Of course! Isn’t that the point? His orgasm sounded pretty much the same as with me, but when he started moaning and then shot his load, my pussy got real creamy!”

“Maybe even as creamy as my pussy right now.”

“BRIE! Oh my!” Jane is blushing again.

“Did you tell him you watched him?”

“No. He never knew I was there. But boy, I’ll never get that image out of my head.”

“Wow! You got me all hot and bothered. And since Kyle is away, I’m giving Fabio a call so he can fuck me good tonight!” The girls all laugh as Jane & I slipped our shoes on. Fabio is the name of Brie’s favorite vibrator.

It’s late, so Pete is already mildly asleep as I slip under the covers. He kind of wakes up but stays still. And his stealthiness was rewarded, as he could tell I was sticking my hands down my panties. My lips were wet and slippery.

Pete finally breaks the silence. “Must have had a really good conversation. He he he.”

“Oh. The usual. But I’m really horny. I need to jill off …badly. Want to join me, sexy man?”

“You never have to twist my arm.” He coats his hand in coconut oil and begins to stroke his cock as it quickly grows to full erect state. “Can you share any juicy bits?”

“Yes. This might get you off. I actually have a confession. And it’s one of the sexiest moments of my adult life. And the reason why I’m rubbing my clit right now.”

“OH! Do tell!” Pete’s stroking begins to pick up the pace.

“OK. Remember that morning when I went to the Farmer’s Market…”

As I continued, detailing the full extent of my experience, a slow smile spread across Pete's face. He shifted closer, pulling me even tighter against his chest. The scent of coconut oil mingled with the dampness of my skin, creating a potent combination that sent shivers down my spine. His touch was insistent, demanding, and utterly exhilarating. He began to explore my body with renewed vigor, his hands tracing the contours of my hips, my stomach, my breasts. Each caress ignited a fresh wave of desire within me. My breath caught in my throat as he moved lower, his hands finding their way to the base of my skirt. The tension built, palpable and electric, as he brought his lips to my clitoris, his tongue teasing and tantalizing. The pleasure that followed was intense, overwhelming, and completely unforgettable. As the waves of ecstasy washed over me, I clung to Pete, lost in the moment, desperate to prolong the experience. Finally, he pulled back, panting slightly, but his eyes held a deep affection for me. He looked at me with a mixture of admiration and lust, as if he couldn't take his eyes off me. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Absolutely incredible." He pulled me closer, kissing me deeply, savoring every inch of my skin. The world outside faded away, leaving only us, lost in our own private paradise. The rain outside continued to fall, but it no longer mattered. We were lost in the heat of the moment, consumed by our passions, and utterly content. My body shivered with pleasure, my heart pounding in my chest. I had never felt so alive, so desired, so completely and utterly satisfied. It was a moment I would never forget. The memory of that private encounter would forever be etched in my mind, a testament to the power of friendship, desire, and a shared secret. From that day forward, our bond grew even stronger, forged in the flames of passion and fueled by our mutual understanding of each other's deepest desires. And every Thursday night, we would gather, sipping coffee and reminiscing about our past, always ready to share another scandalous story and dive back into the world of forbidden pleasures. The secret was safe with us, a testament to the enduring power of female friendship and the irresistible allure of a well-placed, long-awaited solo pleasure.

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