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Toying With Fire

Chapter 1

Rachel is beautiful. Perfect tits, great legs, and a killer ass. She has the kind of hair that makes you think of a waterfall-a blonde, perfectly highlighted waterfall. Her skin is flawless, lightly kissed by the sun, not tanned, with just a few strategically placed beauty spots. Her eyes are the kind of grey that seems to look right through you. And her lips…her lips…

Jeff has imagined her naked many times. It wasn’t hard either, because she was always wearing the shortest summer dresses, or a bikini. She seems to fit perfectly in the Bahamas, like she was placed there, for the frustration and amusement of every man around. If your dick wasn’t hard to begin with, it was just a matter of time, because she would do something; flick her hair, run a finger over the rim of her glass, or just breathe on you in a certain way, and you were rock solid.

The problem is, Rachel Goode is married to Brenton Goode, Jeff’s best friend. And when they asked him to come along with them on their annual island holiday, Jeff knew that it was going to be frustrating. He just didn’t know HOW frustrating it would be.

“Are you coming down to the pool with us?” Rachel asks Jeff, standing in his doorway to his hotel room. Jeff has just gotten out of the shower, and he has nothing on but a towel. He tries to hide his growing hard-on with the door as he speaks to her.

“I’ll be right down…” he says, wanting her to leave. Actually he wants her to come inside and wrap her perfect little mouth around his perfectly curved cock.

There are few things worse than lusting after your best friend’s wife. And one of these things is certainly having your best friend’s wife parading herself in front of you at every opportunity. It feels sometimes, at least to Jeff, that Rachel is fully aware of what she is doing. She seems to know the power she wields over him, and she seems to love it. She seems to be toying with him.

He hates this, of course, but says nothing, choosing rather to suffer in his characteristic silence. Jeff goes back to the bathroom when Rachel leaves, needing to pay some much needed attention to his cock now, which is so hard that it is throbbing, dripping with precum already, aching for fingers, any fingers to wrap around it. Unfortunately, yet again, it will be Jeff’s fingers that take him over the edge.

Jeff opens the shower again, just because he knows that he will need to clean up afterwards anyway. The cool water runs down his chest and over his cock. It’s not a bad cock either, about 8 or 9 inches of solid meat, with a distinct bend halfway up the shaft. It is neatly circumcised, although he has come to regret this cut, wishing that he still had a foreskin to keep his head sensitive. But there really is no point in crying over a cut cock, he thinks.

He pours some shampoo on his palm, and starts to lather it over his tool. It feels good, but not as good as the space between Rachel’s thighs would feel, he imagines. There must be some rule, something in some book about lusting over your best friend’s wife, fantasizing about her like this, but right now Jeff doesn’t care. He needs to shoot another load with images of Rachel flashing like an old Hollywood film through his mind.

Again, with the way she has dressed this whole vacation, this isn’t too hard.

Jeff pulls from his base to his head, running his fingers over his thick tip and then running them back down his shaft, all the way to his balls. Over and over again he does this, until he settles into a rhythm. Then he uses the fingers on his other hand to feather his balls. When the feathering isn’t really doing it for him he squeezes his nuts hard, and then tugs on the sack. All the while he maintains his stroke on his cock.

He starts to see the orgasm that has been building inside him since he opened the door to Rachel appear over the horizon. He goes at himself with more verve, trying to picture her mouth moving up and down on his dick now. He knows that it is not possible, but for the sake of this fantasy, his entire shaft disappears into her mouth, reappearing only when she needs to breathe. She is an expert at sucking cock, he thinks, but he really has no frame of reference for this. Brenton never talks about their sex life.

He will go on and on about how hot his wife is, how great her ass is, how perfect her tits are. But he never talks about them actually fucking. With a woman like Rachel though, you would want to keep that shit to yourself. You already know that every man wants to fuck your wife, so why would you actually give them more reason to pursue what is essentially a hidden fantasy, a guilty pleasure, and a secret desire? Why would you brag about how great the sex was, knowing that it would just mean that the guys you hang out with hate you even more?

Brenton is not a bad looking guy either, so it is really one of those rare cases where two beautiful people just come together and decide, hey, let’s fuck with everybody, get married, and enjoy watching the world lust after us from a distance. It’s sickening. And as Jeff shoots his load, he starts to think of ways that he can avoid the burden of this sickening pair for the rest of this island holiday.

After he has washed the seed from his cock, he puts on shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals, grabs a towel, and goes down to the pool to commence with his torture…

Chapter 2

When he gets to the pool Rachel is lying on a chaise next to the water. Brenton is in the pool. He looks at her, her bikini top barely covering her tits, the bottom part of it just covering her snatch. Shit she is really a beautiful woman.

“Hey Jeff,” she says, patting the chaise next to hers. He really doesn’t want to sit so close to her.

“Hey,” Jeff says, taking off his t-shirt and kicking off his sandals. He throws his top and towel on the chaise and jumps into the pool over Brenton’s head. Playing in the water with his best friend is the safer option.

Brenton comes up behind him and turns him so that he is looking at Rachel now. He holds him so that he has no choice but to look at her. Jeff finds this strange, and he struggles against his grip. But Brenton is very strong.

Rachel is rubbing sun tan lotion on her belly, standing so that every part of her is visible to every man in the pool.

“She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Brenton says.

“You know she is…” Jeff responds, irritated. He really wishes that he had brought someone with him on this trip. He could afford to pay for someone else. He could have afforded his own trip. But the couple insisted on bringing him along at their expense. Jeff really feels that it was just to torture him, to punish him for sins that he hasn’t even committed yet.

Brenton must know that he has had thoughts about Rachel. Any man with eyes has had thoughts about Rachel. But he would never act on them. There is the bro code for one, and the fact that Brenton really is his best friend, has been since they were nine. So he really has nothing to worry about, not from Jeff.

Suddenly Brenton’s hand is on his cock and Jeff chokes. It is too late for him to move out of the way. His best friend’s hand on his cock isn’t the problem. The problem is that both of them are looking at his best friend’s wife, and his cock is rock hard. There is no way to explain this away.

“No buddy, I think you know she is…” Brenton says, and he lets go of Jeff and dives under the water.

Jeff swims to the far end of the pool. He needs to create distance between himself and his tormentors. He gets to a group of singles, and joins them, starting a conversation about nothing in particular. He really hopes that he can find someone to distract him from the perfect couple who are his hosts but who are starting to feel like his captors. Jeff cannot even explain to himself why he feels so insecure around Brenton, or why he always has a hard-on for Rachel. Fuck it, he thinks. He will find somebody to keep him company for the rest of the week and see Brenton and Rachel on the flight back to New York.

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