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Archive name: backrub.txt (MF, wife, mast)
Authors name: Sudden (saminaz@excite.com)
Story title : Back Rub

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Back Rub (MF, wife, mast)
By Sudden (saminaz@excite.com)

***

A guy gives his best friend's wife a ride home from the 
bar. She invites him in for a beer. While her husband 
sleeps, he gives her a very friendly back rub.

***

I gave her a ride home from the bar. She was in that 
drunk, affectionate mood she gets when she wants 
attention. We sat in the car for a few minutes, making 
out. We'd done this enough now that I no longer felt any 
guilt over it. It wasn't anything her husband hadn't seen 
her do at the bar when she was in one of these moods. 
Well, it was a little more serious, involving tongue, but 
still just playing around as far as she was concerned. 
The fact that her husband was also my best friend is what 
triggered the guilt the first couple of times we did 
this. We'd talked about it and he'd more or less said if 
she wants to do it, go for it. 

We broke for air and she asked if I wanted to come in. I 
said sure, knowing full well that she would offer maybe a 
beer, some conversation, and nothing more. After all, her 
husband would be asleep in the next room.

I sat on a daybed that, with a couple of bolster 
cushions, doubled as a couch in their living room. She 
went into the kitchen and brought us a couple of beers, 
sitting next to me, but not too close. 

"Gary must have passed out. I could hear him snoring when 
I walked by the hall."

"He has an early day tomorrow," I said.

"How are you with neck rubs?" she asked. "I have this 
kink that's driving me nuts."

"I guess I'm average at it."

I scooted back and over so I was more or less behind her 
and rubbed her neck and shoulders. She relaxed her 
muscles, let her head drop.

"Mmm, that feels good." 

I continued for a few minutes, slow and firm, till my 
arms started to get tired.

"Would you mind doing my back, too?" she asked.

"Not at all."

She moved to stretch out on the bed. I scooted out of her 
way till she got settled.

I sat beside her on the edge of the daybed and began 
rubbing her back through her shirt. It was an oversized 
t-shirt that she'd cut the arms off of at the seams.

"You can lift that out of the way," she said, lifting 
herself off the cushion to allow room. 

I pulled the shirt up under her arm pits, having some 
difficulty getting it clear of her tits. She was wearing 
a bra, but it was one of those elastic pullover things 
that provided cover and not much else. She had a nice 
set, grapefruit sized, and they needed no support.

I rubbed her back, sort of a pressure-move motion. 
Without oil, it's about all you can do. I easily slipped 
my hands under the bra-strap to get at her shoulders. She 
lifted herself again, as though she wanted me to move the 
strap out of the way too. I moved my hands down either 
side, found the bottom seam and pulled it away from her, 
moving it up. As soon as it cleared her tits, she lowered 
herself back to the cushion.

I got up and straddled her legs, just below her butt, to 
get better leverage. I wondered how this would look if 
Gary got up to take a piss and happened to look in the 
living room.

"Could you do my lower back, too?" she asked. "Just above 
the tailbone. I did some yard work yesterday and it's 
still sore."

"Sure."

I scooted back. I worked my way down her back to the 
elastic waistband of her shorts. They were high-waisted 
and I was still a few inches from where she'd asked me 
go, so I moved my hands down and rubbed the spot through 
the fabric, working my way out to her hips and then back 
toward her spine. Then, just for the hell of it, I went 
back up to bare skin and slipped just my thumbs under the 
waistband.

She lifted her hips, as she had done with her bra. I 
grasped her shorts and pulled them down slowly, figuring 
she would lower herself again when she thought I'd gone 
far enough. Her tailbone was exposed, then the top half 
of each cheek. Still no sign of underwear, and still no 
sign from her to stop. Instead of thinking how this would 
look to Gary, I was thinking how much I'd always wanted 
to see her bare ass, so I kept pulling till her shorts 
were about halfway down her thighs. She lowered her hips, 
slightly parting her legs as she did.

I could just see her pussy lips and wisps of auburn hair 
surrounding them. Now what? Hubby was in the next room, 
she'd just let me all but take her clothes off, but she 
showed no sign of wanting me to do anything more than 
giving her a massage. I think she actually believed that 
there was nothing unusual about this.

I continued to rub. Her lower back, down to the slope of 
that cute little butt, then one hand on each cheek, 
gently squeezing and releasing. I felt her muscles 
tighten and relax in response. She took a long breath and 
released it slowly. Her eyes were closed and her head was 
resting on her forearms.

I moved my hands to the tops of her thighs, one hand on 
each leg, my thumbs on her inner thighs, inches from her 
pussy, my fingers on the outside. I squeezed and 
released, moving my hands down and then back up, each 
time a little closer to her slit.

I could feel heat coming from her there. She parted her 
legs a little more, just barely lifting her butt a little 
further.

I stopped rubbing and let my hands just lightly caress 
her skin, moving my fingers between her legs until I 
could feel the tickle of her pubic hair. She made a small 
sound in her throat and arched her back, tilting her hips 
up and exposing her pussy to full view. I moved the last 
fraction of an inch and covered her pink lips with my 
fingers. She was wet and hot. I worked my fingers between 
her the folds of her cunt, stretching my middle finger up 
to her clit.

"Hunh!" she moaned, clinching her butt, pressing against 
my hand.

I rubbed her button slowly, gradually increasing 
pressure. This brought another sigh and a stifled moan. 

I paused then and reached down to pull her shorts further 
down, thinking she could spread her legs a little 
farther.

"No!" she whispered, still with her eyes closed. It was 
as though there was nothing wrong if she kept her clothes 
on, that removing them would somehow be more of a 
betrayal than what we were doing.

Whatever. I returned my attention to her pussy. She was 
practically dripping by now. I moistened a finger in her 
juices and went back to rubbing her clit. She rocked her 
hips back and forth, clinching her muscles each time her 
hips moved forward. I moved my hand with her, struggling 
to keep contact with her. She paused once when she raised 
her butt, and I took the opportunity to slip my thumb 
into her fuck-hole, keeping my middle finger in solid 
contact with her clit.

"Mmmmph!" she moaned. She buried her face in the cushion, 
stretching her hands above her head and clinching the 
edge of the daybed. She stopped thrusting her butt and 
just held it where I had the best position to flick her 
clit with my finger, keeping my thumb buried in her 
vaginal canal, applying a steady pressure to the front 
part. Her cunt muscles clenched and released in 
increasing rhythm, her breath coming in short gasps, a 
little whispered moan escaping with each exhale.

"Yesss!" she hissed. My finger was flying over the hard 
little ball of her clit, the juices from her pussy making 
swishing sounds, soaking my hand.

Her butt clinched hard, released, then clinched again, 
harder, then her whole body went stiff and she quivered 
like a bowstring. 

"Hunnnh!" her face pressed into the cushion so far I 
thought she'd suffocate.

"Humph!" her body jerked, then jerked again.

I held my hand still, just applying a steady pressure. I 
could feel her juices running down my hand, soaking the 
cushion.

Her body relaxed a little, then another spasm hit and she 
gave a little shiver. She finally lifted her head, 
looking over her shoulder with a big grin.

"Thanks for the back rub."

"I aim to please," I said. I gave her ass a squeeze with 
my still-wet hand.

"There's a towel in the bathroom," she hinted.

"O.K." I went to the bathroom, dried off my hand, pausing 
as I did to see if I could hear any snoring from down the 
hall. I'd gone from worrying about getting caught to 
hoping I could get his wife to return the favor I'd just 
done her.

I carried the towel out to her, thinking she'd want to 
mop up herself. She was sitting there, every stitch of 
clothing back in its proper place, sipping her beer like 
nothing happened.

"Oh, thanks," she said, "but I just used a tissue."

"O.K." I sat down, took a drink of beer and lit a 
cigarette.

"Well, I'm ready to turn in," she said. "Did you want a 
beer to take with you?"

Damn! I had this rock-hard dick from watching her come, 
making her come, and she was sending me on my way. This 
gave new meaning to the word 'tease.'

"No, thanks. Too many cops on the road these days."

She walked me to the door. I opened it and turned for the 
usual good-night hug. She pressed her whole body against 
mine, giving an extra little push of her belly against my 
hard-on, and whispered "thank you" into my ear, then 
kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth. 

Just as I was wondering if she was reconsidering my 
leaving, she pulled back. She reached down and took my 
right hand, raising it to her face, smiling. Then she 
took the middle finger, the one that had lately had her 
jerking like a fish on a hook and probably still smelled 
of her cum, and sucked that finger all the way into her 
mouth, then slowly pulled it out. 

"Next time I'll rub your back," she said.

"I can't wait," I said, and left for home.

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