My wife Sarah's adventures with my best friend, Jake

Chapter 1

Sarah's kitchen adventure

The humid summer air hung thick in the kitchen, the window cracked open to let in the sounds of crickets and the occasional passing car. It was midnight, and Sarah stood at the counter, her white tank top clinging to her big curves, the fabric thin enough that the outline of her nipples pressed visibly against the cotton. She could feel Jake's eyes on her—her husband's best friend, shirtless and wearing those worn plaid pyjama pants that hung low on his hips.

Her husband, Mark, was just upstairs, supposedly asleep, though she'd noticed the way he'd been watching them all evening, the way he'd encouraged Jake to stay for one more drink, one more game of cards.

"You need help with that?" Jake's voice was low, rough, and closer than she'd expected. He'd moved up behind her silently, his bare chest radiating heat against her back.

Sarah didn't turn around. She kept her hands on the counter, her knuckles white. "I'm just getting some water," she breathed, though her throat felt dry for entirely different reasons.

Jake's hand found her hip, heavy and warm. "Mark told me." He murmured against her ear, his breath hot and sending shivers down her spine. "He told me you two have been talking about it. About... you not being satisfied with his penis. They had discussed not having sex for a very long time.

Sarah's breath hitched. They had talked about it, about their sexless life, late at night in whispered, desperate confessions. Her husband had admitted his shortcomings, including his belief that Sarah should try being with another man who had a much bigger cock. It even made him hard, making him want things he'd never admitted aloud. And Jake—Jake had been the unspoken suggestion hanging between them for months. Sarah was in tears as she told her husband she had stopped taking the pill months ago, seeing no need for protection anymore.

"He's listening," Jake said, his hand sliding up her side, thumb brushing the underside of her breast through the thin fabric. "He wants to hear."

Sarah's eyes fluttered closed as Jake's other hand joined the first, both hands now cupping her breasts, kneading them through the tank top, pinching her nipples until she gasped. She could feel his large erection pressing against her lower back, thick and hard through the plaid cotton.