It wasn't the first time it had happened. I came home from work to find my wife's best friend - we'll call her Liz - crying to my wife on her couch. He had done it again. Her husband - a prick doctor with an ego way bigger than the rest of him - had fucked another one of his patients. She'd had enough. She was going to leave him.
It wasn't the first time this had happened. But it was probably the best... at least for me.
The two of them shared a bottle of wine as they commiserated over what a jerk her husband was. And let's be honest - he was an idiot. Liz was gorgeous and brilliant. Long straight brown hair, athletic build with an amazing round ass that she loved to show off. Small perky breasts despite being in her mid-thirties. But some guys just don't know a good thing when they have it.
I half-listened while she went through the sordid details, savoring a drink of my own in the kitchen. Apparently, she found a text on his phone, which led her to scroll up a bit, where she found pictures of a young blond woman - no more than twenty - with her doctor's cock in her mouth.
"I'd fucking know that cock anywhere!" she screamed. "I love that cock. I've worshipped it, taken it in my ass and pussy so many times... I could fill ten of these wine bottles with the amount of his cum I've had in and on me over the years!"
Not going to lie... even though she was clearly pissed, it was a turn-on to hear her pretty mouth talking like that.
As I walked by the couch they were sitting on, my wife patted my ass and looked me up and down, with a sneaky look in her eye.
"You know," she said in a comforting tone, "There are other cocks in the world,"
"But not for me! You know he was my first! Asshole that he is!"
"Honey, could you come here for a minute?" my wife asked me, putting her almost empty wine glass down on the coffee table. As usual, I obeyed.
She ran her hands up my thighs, to my waist, and then let her left hand linger right on my zipper, while her right hand drifted to Liz's thigh, her fingertips just under the hem of Liz's skirt.
"Honey, Liz is so sad tonight, and so mad at her husband. Do you think there's any way we can maybe help her get back at him, and also feel a little better too?"
I smiled down at Liz as Maria unzipped my fly and freed my hardening cock with her deft left hand. Liz blushed.
"Oh no, I... I couldn't," she protested, all the while moving closer and closer toward me as Maria's right hand slid further up her skirt. "I just--mmmm..." She moaned as she took my length into her hot wet mouth. She looked up at me with her gorgeous brown but reddened eyes, her cheeks still tear-stained. I caressed the nape of her neck as I guided her head up and down gently on my cock.