Harry Secretly Stretches His Wife’s Mouthy Best Friend’s Asshole

~ * ~

Luke's apartment.
-- 4:42 pm

"Do you want this?" Jules yelled a question at Luke, her hands on the espresso machine.

Harry had just stood up from a squat with a long black case under one arm and a suitcase in the other, now waiting politely for Jules to either get out the way or walk with him out of the narrow kitchen.

Big stainless-steel thing - the espresso machine. Harry had no idea what it cost, but it looked expensive enough. How'd they not settle that before they asked him to come help move her shit out?

Luke looked around the doorway.

He nodded. "Take it."

"That's not what I asked, though."

God, Harry thought, can this fucking day be over already?

"I mean, you like it, you want it? You take it." Luke shook his head just a tiny bit, gave a little shrug. Didn't seem like he was trying to be a dick about it.

Jules stared at him, not moving, giving Harry secondhand embarrassment.

"Luke-" She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Do. You. Want. It?"

He gave the machine a glance.

"I can get another one."

"Jesus Christ."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Harry adjusted the case against his hip.

Jules looked at him. "Harry."

"No."

"I didn't even ask you anything."

"I know where this is going."

"Do you think he should keep it?"

Harry looked at Luke. Luke looked back at him.

Harry shook his head. "Absolutely the fuck not."

Jules's eyebrows went up.

"I mean I'm not answering. I have a wife. I know traps when I see them."

Luke laughed.

"Now will you please allow me to exit this incredibly uncomfortable situation?"

Jules turned and Harry got past her. He gave Luke a silent 'eesh' with his face as he passed, Luke pressed his lips and shrugged with his eyebrows and shoulders.

Harry had been prepped to dislike Luke. And he figured it'd almost be the polite thing to do, right? Your wife's best friend gets divorced, you fuck off the ex-husband.

Kelly had been firmly, naturally on Jules's side from the beginning, and Jules herself had supplied enough complaints over the last couple of weeks that Harry had formed a vague picture of the man as a bit of a wet rag. Though, thinking back to the couple times he'd met him, once at a barbeque, once at Luke's restaurant, Luke had seemed alright to him.

Harry slid the case into the back of the rental van.

Luke came out behind him carrying a cardboard box marked KITCHEN.

"Where do you want this?"

"Left side. Anything going to storage is left."

Luke set it down. He tapped Harry on the arm. "Thanks for helping with all this."

"Kelly volunteered me."

"Don't go thinking I'm a good guy or nothing. This is not my idea of a fun Saturday."

Luke laughed and nodded, smiling at the boxes in the van. "Yeah, I feel ya."

He looked back toward the building. "You guys really OK with Jules staying at your place?"

Harry shut one of the van doors halfway so it wouldn't swing out.

"Nah, yeah, of course."

"I know Kelly doesn't mind."

"Kelly? Nah. Her and Jules go way back. It's a fucking sleepover for those two."

Luke nodded.

"Good."

Luke looked sad, but maybe also a little relieved. It was hard to tell. Harry expected to be warned against the ex-wife and her evil ways. Or to be recruited to Luke's side. Nothing.

"I'm glad she's got somewhere," he said. "This whole thing's been shitty enough."

Harry nodded.

"Yeah."

Luke rubbed his palms together once.

"Back to it?"

"Sure."

They went back inside.

Jules was crouched beside an open box in the living room, wrapping something in an old T-shirt.

"You two done bonding?"

Harry walked past her, chucking a little ball of spent packing tape in an arc at her. "You jelly that we besties?"

"Nah, you can have him."

Luke sighed quietly.

Harry heard it. Jeez.

He saw that maybe she had heard herself too.

She stayed uncharacteristically quip-less for a while after.

"Hey," Luke said to Jules and she looked over. "Found these under the console."

He tossed a black satin pouch gently. Jules caught it. She opened the pouch.

"You'll need those on the shoot. Tuesday, right?"

"Yeah, batteries. Shit." Jules dropped the pouch in a box. "Thanks."

"Van?" Harry presented a heavy box to her, labelled Summer Stuff.

"Van. Good boy."

"Eat me."

"See? He loves helping." Pointing up at Harry.

Luke smiled.

Harry carried the box out before he got volunteered for anything else. When he came back, Jules had her purse over one shoulder and was standing near the door. Luke was holding out a key. "Keep it for now."

She said, "No."

"Just until you're sure you got everything."

"I got everything."

"You don't know that."

"If I forgot something, text me."

"You can just come get it."

"I don't want the key, Luke."

Luke stood with his hand out, key in it. Jules took the key. For a moment Harry thought she'd changed her mind. Instead she walked over to the little bowl near the door and dropped it inside.

~ * ~

"He seems nice," Harry said at a red light.

"Do you want to get murder-suicided in a U-Haul?"

Harry looked at her, her angry face turning to a bitten back smile. Thinking then, of course, his wife would have her hottest friend live with them indefinitely. Not Barb or Janice. Green light.

"I know he's nice," she said after a while.

~ * ~

Harry and Kelly's apartment.
The same day.
-- 10:20 pm

Kelly was in the bathroom brushing her teeth, wearing Harry's T-shirt, presumably underwear under it? It was a little oversized on him. On her it was a damn poncho.

"Where are my sweats?"

She took out the brush to say, "Ghave 'm to Jhulez." And carried on brushing on the other side now.

"My sweatpants?"

She nodded. Harry came inside the bathroom and closed the door.

"Why does Jules have my sweatpants?"

She spit out the toothpaste. "Her clothes are still mostly in boxes."

"So?"

"So I gave her sweatpants."

"You gave her my sweatpants."

"They're sweatpants, babe."

"They're my good ones."

"You have four pairs, all the same."

"It's a system."

Kelly tossed the towel at him and he caught it, asking, "How long is she staying?"

"I don't know."

Kelly kissed him on the cheek, her nose cold and wet. After brushing his teeth, he joined her in the bedroom.

"A week?" he said, getting in the bed.

"I don't know."

"Two?"

"I don't know."

"Christmas?"

"Oh my God."

Kelly laughed and shoved her foot against his thigh.

"She's getting divorced."

"I know, I know."

"Her whole fucking life just exploded."

"Yeah." Harry looked down, running his thumb back and forth over Kelly's arm. "She damn near crushed me when she saw the room and the little box you left and the giant bag of shrimp chips. Had my arms pinned to my sides. I think she got a little teary."

"She'll figure it out and we're going to be there for her. Just for a while. You know we're doing the right thing, babe." Kelly narrowed her eyes. "I know you."

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, you're right. I always did want to run a shelter for moody broads."

"You're such an asshole." She slapped him, making an angry face as best as she could.

"See, this is why Luke got it all figured out."

She kicked him.

Harry caught her ankle.

"Hey."

"Don't."

"What?"

Harry held her foot in one hand and threatened to tickle it with the other. The standoff lasted about ten seconds. Kelly's other leg primed to kick.

"Truce?"

"Truce?"

They lowered their own and each other's limbs.

He got under the blanket and propped himself on one elbow next to her, his soft cock against her thigh. He went in for a kiss. She smiled, but only smooched him back. He kissed around her face instead.

He knew how she'd tilt her head before she did it. She probably knew he'd put his hand behind her neck. His thumb found the place below her ear that made her shoulders loosen. He knew not to kiss the neck, she was ticklish.

A few minutes later he had her shirt pushed up and Kelly was on her back. Harry worked his way down. She put one hand in his hair when he got between her legs.

He licked up and down her pussy, letting his long, strong hands grab her tits. The big T-shirt pushed up, her eyes closed, her tits looking so fucking nice.

After a moment he closed his eyes, moved his mouth open over her clit, inside her pussy lips and slowly, lightly licked her clit. He knew that was the way to make his wife cum. He settled in and ate her pussy for what must have been... let's see, 9 years, probably on average about twice a we- no! He stopped himself, no reason to cheapen it.

He put the tip of his finger against her pussy, making sure to keep licking the clit. He lightly rubbed the inside, the back of his finger pushing down against her taint firm, but not hard. Harry felt around with his other fingers from time to time, exploring lower.

Kelly pushed her hips up a little and reached under her butt to push his hand away. "Not there, please."

"I wasn't going inside, just touching you, babe."

"Not now. Just lick me, OK?"

"Of course."

Not the end of the world. Kelly was still a rocket. Curvy, tight, perfect B cup tits, an ass that was just so perfectly round and filled out every pair of pants or skirt or dress... Thinking about her now, he wanted to go up, choke her, kiss her, fuck her. Have her wrap her legs around him and pull his cock inside her by his ass. Leaving scratches on his back.

Kelly moved with him as he licked her, but something wasn't quite happening. Eventually Kelly touched his head.

"Babe."

He stopped.

She exhaled.

"I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I don't think I'm gonna cum tonight."

Harry came up beside her.

"You OK?"

"Yeah. I'm just fucking tired. Sorry."

"That's alright, don't apologize."

Kelly kissed him.

Then her hand moved down his stomach.

"Come here. Let me take care of you."

Harry caught her wrist gently.

"Nah."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

She glanced downward, dubious.

"Yeah, I know, but I want us to fuck each other. You know? It's OK. We'll do it another day."

She smiled and pulled herself against him. "I'm sorry, baby."

Harry kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry, babe. Love you."

"Love you too." She squeezed him and kissed him. "Alright. I'm gonna listen to a book and sleep. You?"

"Umm... I'll read a bit."

Harry heard her breathing change about ten minutes later. He'd tried reading, but couldn't focus. He stared at the wall. Cock hard. He squeezed it.

Something thumped outside the bedroom. A muffled 'fuck'. Jules, must've bumped the door in the dark or something. Harry wondered how tiny Jules could even wear his giant sweatpants.

~ * ~

Harry and Kelly's apartment.
A couple days later.
-- 11:38 am

"Whoa! What's all this?" Harry came out of the bedroom with his laptop under one arm and stopped. There was a light stand in the middle of the living room. Not a lamp. A proper fucking photography light, tall enough that Harry would have to duck if he walked under the arm of it. A white paper backdrop had been clipped to something near the windows and curled down over the floor. Jules was crouched beside a little table with three bottles of what looked like some fancy-ass Whole Foods olive oil arranged on it, camera hanging from her neck, Harry's gray sweatpants hung low on her hips despite the drawstring, the oversized legs bunched around her ankles.

Jules looked up. "Morning, bitch."

"People who eat my food and wear my pants usually don't also get to call me a bitch... bitch."

Harry kept looking at her.

"Can I help you?" Jules asked.

"I have a call in twenty minutes."

"Oh-kay."

Harry looked around the living room again. "A call where I need to not look like I work in a photography warehouse."

The camera clicked and the light flashed with it. Harry wanted to ask how that worked.

He set the laptop on the long narrow counter along the kitchen wall. He yelled back to the living room. "How long is all that stuff gonna be there?"

"Twenty-five minutes, maybe thirty."

"I need it gone in twenty."

"You don't even work in here."

"I do when Kelly's not home. Better light."

"So now he's a lighting guy."

Harry ignored that. "Twenty minutes."

Jules came into the kitchen then, looking at him.

"Twenty-five," she said.

"Twenty."

"I gotta get the overhead shot."

"Better get it soon, then, bud."

She stared for another second, then she said with a nod, "Fine. Twenty."

He opened the fridge and stood there looking inside for no reason. He wasn't hungry. He had coffee in the bedroom. He just wanted to be alone, fuck. Kelly was at work so much and came home so tired, he'd gotten used to the peace and quiet.

He heard three quick clicks. Then nothing for a bit, followed by the scrape of a chair.

"Harry?"

He kept looking in the fridge. "No."

"I need you to hold something."

He closed the fridge.

Jules was standing in the living room holding a round white reflector about the size of a car tire.

"Just thirty seconds."

He took the reflector.

"Here?"

"No, closer."

He moved closer.

"Little higher."

Harry raised it.

"Not that high."

Harry lowered it an inch.

"That's good."

She crouched behind the camera. Harry stood there holding the reflector and watched her work. She moved one bottle maybe half an inch. Looked through the camera. Moved it back. Changed the angle of the light. Checked again. Then she picked up a little square of black card and leaned it beside the bottle.

Harry said, "What does that do?"

"Stops the reflection. Don't move."

"I wasn't."

Harry rolled his eyes, but held still.

Jules took another few shots. No comments, no messing with him. She adjusted the reflector in his hands by grabbing the bottom edge and tilting it a little herself, then stepped back and looked again.

"Perfect. Hold that."

Harry looked at her. She was short, in a black tank top and his sweatpants, dark hair pulled up in a messy knot that looked like it had started out intentional and taken on a path of its own. A few strands hung around her face. She had one of those slight, delicate hangy thing-on-a-micro-chain types of earrings in each ear.

He'd always known she was hot. Obviously. You'd have to be blind or dead. But now... Harry told himself it was just because she wasn't performing for anybody. Or bitching about Luke. Or making some smartass comment at Harry's expense.

"Harry."

"Hm?"

"The reflector."

He looked down. He'd let it drift. "Sorry."

Jules adjusted it again. Took a couple more shots, looked at them.

"OK, fine. You're released."

Harry handed it back.

Jules put it against the wall and picked up her phone, which had started buzzing on the table.

"Hey, Caroline."

She walked a few steps away.

"No, I saw the notes. That's fine. I can do the darker version too, but that's a second setup, so if you want both we're adding time."

Pause.

"No, I understand. I'm just telling you it'll be another half day."

Another pause.

Jules looked toward the ceiling while she listened.

"Yeah. That's fine. Send it through and I'll invoice it separately."

Harry raised his eyebrows a little.

Jules noticed and gave him the finger without interrupting the call.

"Yep. Perfect. Talk later."

She hung up.

Harry said, "Look at you."

"What?"

"All bidness."

"Fuck off."

"Serve it, girl!"

Jules snorted out a laugh. "Fuck off!"

Harry went back to his bedroom and checked Slack while waiting for the call. Fucking marketing cunts, probably gonna be late to the call anyway.

By the time he came back out about twenty minutes later, the light stand was gone. The backdrop had disappeared. The little table was back where it belonged. Jules was sitting cross-legged on the couch with the laptop on her thighs, editing photos.

Harry sat at the table, opened the call and put his earphones in.

He caught himself looking over at her over his laptop a couple times during the call. His sweatpants bunched around her ankles, bare feet tucked under her, hand moving over the trackpad.

~ * ~

Harry and Kelly's apartment.
The next day.
-- 8:14 am

Harry woke up hard enough that his cock had worked itself out the leg of his boxer briefs.

Kelly was already gone. He checked the time, pulled himself back inside and got up to piss. Crossing through the open door from the living room to the front hallway where the kitchen and living room met, he remembered he probably wasn't home alone.

Too late.

Jules was coming from the kitchen with her laptop in one hand and a juice bottle in the other, wearing short shorts and a Metallica crop top. They ran into each other.

"Oh, fuck," Harry muttered, his body tensed from the jump scare and realizing his cock had just pressed against Jules's stomach. "I'm sorry."

Jules laughed. "Shit, you scared me," she said before she had processed. She looked down, eyes wide, seeing Harry's cock, almost fully hard. Harry knew it was thick, almost the width of a beer can, and a good bit longer. At least he had nothing to be ashamed of. After a split second she yanked her face away. Sharp.

"Sorry!" They both spat at the same time and rushed off in their separate directions.

~ * ~

Harry and Kelly's apartment.
Same day.
-- 7:30 pm

Harry came home and found Kelly and Jules on the couch.

Jules was crying.

Not cute crying either. Face red, nose running, Kelly's arm around her, Jules leaned into her chest.

Harry stopped by the kitchen and pointed toward himself, then toward the bedroom, asking if he should disappear.

Jules saw him.

"No, come here. Sorry. I'm being pathetic."

Harry took off his shoes. "You don't look pathetic."

"I look fucking horrible."

"Well, yeah. I was trying to lie."

Kelly gave him a look. Harry shrugged, smiling, trying not to show too much pity. Jules laughed a bit through her nose, wiped under her eyes and moved her legs enough to make room.

Harry sat on Kelly's other side. Kelly was in the middle, feet up on the couch, sweatpants and a little cropped shirt he really liked her in. Jules had shorts on and a hoodie, bare legs folded up beside her.

Some show was paused on the TV. Harry pointed at it. "What are we watching?"

Kelly unpaused it. Jules said, "Guy's in prison for killing his kid, but he didn't do it, I guess?"

He put his arm along the back of the couch and Kelly leaned into him automatically. Jules leaned against Kelly from the other side. Harry tried to follow the show.

He really did. There was no need. It explained the entire plot to him in every scene. Great. A show for retards.

Kelly had shifted sideways at some point and put her feet across Harry's thighs. Jules's legs were folded toward Kelly. All three of them jammed together on the couch like this. Harry's hand rested on Kelly's shin.

Be a good boy, now, he thought. Don't complicate your life with fantasies.

This was not fair, though. Kelly's bare stomach showing below the little shirt. Jules's smooth, slender legs catching the glint off the TV. Kelly reaching over to pull a loose strand of Jules's hair away from her cheek.

Harry pictured Jules turning her head and kissing her. Just came into his head. He tried to watch the show. The red-haired woman with the huge forehead was doing bits in the car. Harry moved Kelly's feet off his lap.

"I'm getting water. Anybody want anything?"

Kelly shook her head. Jules said, "I'm good."

Harry went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and drank straight from the water pitcher. His cock was hard. Fuck's sake.

He put the pitcher back, stood there for a second, then headed for the bathroom. He hoped they didn't notice. He shut the door and turned on the shower, then sat on the edge of the bathtub with his shorts around his thighs.

He thought about Kelly first.

Kelly naked on the couch, legs spread, looking at him the way she used to. When they could barely get through a three-hour window without fucking.

And now... Jules was there. Harry closed his eyes and stroked his cock. Jules on her knees between Kelly's legs. Kelly's hands in her dark hair. Kelly looking at Harry while Jules ate her pussy.

Jesus Christ.

He squeezed harder. Kelly pulled Jules up and kissed her, and Harry got behind Jules. He could see Kelly over Jules's shoulder while he fucked her. Kelly watching. Smiling. Reaching around Jules to touch him too. She spread Jules's ass for him and he fucked her pussy. Jules looked back at him, her head sideways on Kelly's thigh.

Harry stood up and turned around.

He shot his load in the bathtub, cum on his knuckles, panting.

He washed his cock in the sink. Cleaned the tub. Smiled at himself in the mirror, stopped. Shook his head. "Fucking moron," he whispered.

Back on the couch Kelly put her feet across his lap again. Harry rested his hand on her ankle and watched the show.

~ * ~

Flaco's Tacos
The next night
-- 9:20 pm

"Don't even fucking think about it," Jules said.

Harry had ordered three tacos and immediately regretted not getting four. Jules had ordered four. She caught him looking at the last one on her tray.

"As if - panty sniff." Harry scoffed.

Kelly laughed beside him and pushed the last half of her taco onto Harry's paper tray. "Here."

"No, no, you're alright," Harry laughed, giving it back.

"Stuffed," Kelly said, sighing.

They'd been there maybe forty minutes, eating, talking about nothing particularly important. Jules told them about a restaurant shoot she'd done that afternoon. Kelly told some story from urgent care about a guy who came in with an AC remote stuck in his ass.

"Fuck," Harry said.

Jules joined, "Yeah, fair enough," putting her hands up, "you win."

Good night, Harry thought.

Kelly was in a particularly affectionate mood too. Her knee kept finding his under the table. At one point Jules was talking and Kelly reached over without looking, wiped something from Harry's beard with her thumb, then kept her hand on the back of his neck.

Harry looked at her.

"What?"

"You're so handsome."

She squeezed his neck and went back to listening to Jules.

On the drive home Kelly sat beside him with one hand on his thigh. Jules was in the back messing with her phone, seemed like.

Harry put his hand over Kelly's. "Good day?"

"I like day. Good day."

"Good," he said, picking up her hand, kissing it, and putting it back on his thigh.

At home, everybody scattered pretty quickly. Kelly showered. Jules called her mom from her room. Harry finally got some time with the new Bond game he'd bought and discovered, within about twenty minutes, that it sucked.

He changed games.

By ten-thirty Kelly came through in pajamas, leaned over the back of the couch and kissed him.

"I'm going to bed."

"Already?"

"I have to be up at six."

Harry paused the game and turned enough to kiss her properly. "I'll come in soon."

"M-hmm."

"What? You don't believe me?"

Kelly smiled. "Good night, babe."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

She went down the hall. Harry figured he'd play for another half hour. When he looked at the clock again, it was 12:58.

"Fuck."

He shut it off. Now he was hungry. Of course. He went to the kitchen, opened a cupboard, found cereal, poured too much of it into a bowl and was halfway through eating when Jules came quietly through the door from the living room to the kitchen, softly pulling it shut behind her.

She had changed into some kind of short robe - was it called a gown? Harry thought. Dark blue or black, Harry couldn't tell in the kitchen light. Shiny hair in that messy bun/ponytail thing.

"Thought everybody was asleep," Harry said.

"I tried."

She filled the kettle. Harry ate another spoonful. Jules looked at the cereal box and Harry asked if she wanted some. She said no thanks. She took down a mug, her gown riding up a bit, almost showing her ass, making Harry's jaw clamp down on the cocoa balls harder.

Harry pointed his spoon at her. "Chamomile? Damn, you're really cutting loose, huh?"

"Rough day at the heartbreak hotel."

Harry laughed. "I hear the rates are pretty agreeable."

"Fuck you." She turned and stood against the sink, waiting for the water. The electric kettle started heating it, making a low rumble.

Harry ate. Jules on her phone, then put it face-down beside the mug. Neither of them seemed particularly motivated to go back to bed.

"Good day, though," Jules said.

Harry nodded. "Yeah."

"Kelly seemed happy."

"She was."

Jules looked toward the hallway for a second, then back to the kettle.

"She's always been like that."

"Like what?"

"She gets these days. Just... happy. Touchy. Sweet."

Harry smiled. "Yeah."

"You guys are cute."

"Thank you."

The kettle clicked off.

She poured the water and sat across from him at the small table, pulling one leg up under herself. Harry kept eating. Jules blew across the tea. He thought about Luke. Maybe because of the couch thing earlier. Maybe because she was crying yesterday.

"What was actually wrong with Luke?"

Jules looked up. Harry regretted the wording. "I mean... none of my business."

"It's fine."

She stirred the tea even though there was nothing in it that needed stirring.

"He seemed alright," Harry said. "That's all."

"He is alright."

Harry waited. Jules shrugged.

"He's a nice guy."

Jules took a sip and made a face because it was too hot. "Luke's problem was... fuck." She thought about it. "I don't know how to explain it without sounding like a cunt."

"That's never stopped you before."

"This is why Mom doesn’t..." Jules pointed at him.

"...fucking love you!" Harry joined in, saying the last three words with her. Harry added, "Jinx, you owe me a Coke."

She smiled into her mug, nodding. She said after putting it down and playing with it a bit, "He never wanted anything enough, I guess." She reconsidered. "Obviously he wanted things. I guess? But it was always, 'Whatever you want, Jules.' What food to get. Where to vacation. Furniture. Whatever. Everything."

"I thought that was the dream scenario for you guys."

"Right? Yeah. You'd think." She tucked some hair behind her ear. "The first year or two I thought it was great. Then after a while..." She made a frustrated little motion with both hands. "I don't know. Sometimes I wanted him to tell me 'no' - you know?"

Harry scooped up the last of the cereal.

"You would've listened?"

"No," they both laughed. "Probably not. But at least we'd have a fucking argument."

"That would've been better?"

Jules shrugged. Harry drank the milk from the bowl. She watched him do it. "Animal."

Harry put down the bowl.

"So you'd pick fights?"

"Sometimes. Not like I'd wake up and go, hmm, how can I ruin Luke's day." She paused. "Well. Maybe once or twice, toward the end." Shrugging at Harry. "But, yeah. Sometimes I'd push. And then he'd just... not react. Which made me push harder. Which made him shut down more. Which made me..." Jules gestured in circles. "And the sex was the same."

She seemed to realize where she'd gone only after she'd said it.

"Sorry. Oversharing."

"It's alright."

Why did he say that? Jules looked into her mug and he looked into his. He tried to not laugh. And to not acknowledge the cocksucking, motherfucking butterflies in his stomach.

"He was just really vanilla."

Harry leaned back in the chair. "Nothing wrong with vanilla."

"Sure."

She said it seriously.

"There was nothing wrong with what he liked. I just... wanted something else."

Harry nodded. Jules traced one finger around the rim of the mug. "God forbid I suggested anything rough. Or toys. Or doing something somewhere we weren't supposed to. Anything."

"Somewhere you weren't supposed to?"

"Not like a daycare, Harry. I mean somewhere there's a chance you get caught. Hotel balcony. Car. Whatever. Just some... danger, I guess."

"Sure."

"Or like... choke me a little."

Harry blinked.

"What?" Jules asked.

He must've... blinked too much? What's he supposed to do here? Harry picked up his bowl, then realized there was nothing in it and set it back down. He felt like a fucking sitcom character.

"Or eat my ass," Jules said.

Harry forgot how to sit or process oxygen. She laughed.

"Jesus Christ, woman."

"See? That's what I mean. I wanted him to be like..." She lowered her voice a little, embarrassed now that she'd started saying any of this. "I don't know. Grab me. Tell me what to do. Fuck me somewhere stupid. Take me."

Harry rubbed his mouth. This was not a conversation he should be having with her. Definitely not at one in the morning.

Just talking, though, right? That's all.

Jules looked at him over her mug. "Can I ask you something?"

Harry answered with a nod. She hesitated. Then leaned slightly closer across the table, asking, "Do you and Kelly ever fuck... like, anal?"

Harry put his eyebrows up and looked down.

"Whoa. Shit, man, I'm sorry."

"No, it's..."

"That's super personal. Forget it."

"It is a little personal - yeah," Harry chuckled.

"I'm sorry."

Jules started to get up.

Harry waved her back down. "No, come on. Sit. We're already discussing your ex-husband eating your ass apparently."

"He didn't."

"Right. His husbandly failure. To munch butt."

She laughed and said eww as she sat back down.

"In the interest of your future marital success," Harry said. "Let's discuss."

"Future marital success, I like that, yes, let's."

He scratched his beard. "To answer your question: no. We don't do anal," he said 'anal' nice and quiet, figuring there were very few good reasons to be overheard talking about anal in the middle of the night with your wife's very attractive, barely dressed friend.

Jules looked surprised. "Never??"

"No."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Huh."

Harry knew he should leave it there. "She doesn't like anything around there," he said anyway. "Even if I just touch her. So... no."

"You ever eat her ass?"

"Jules."

"What? We're already here."

Harry rubbed his forehead.

"I've tried."

"And?"

"Not really her thing."

"Huh."

They sat quietly for a little while. Harry could hear the refrigerator compressor. She looked genuinely uncomfortable now. "I wish there was someone to blame."

Harry thought about Luke in the apartment, holding out the key. "Yeah."

"Even when he'd try, I'd have to tell him everything. Grab me here, harder, whatever." Harry thinking she'd gone from somber back to sexual so quick. "At that point I'm still fucking running the show. Always running the show, fuck." Jules held the hot mug in both hands. She said, almost to herself, "I would've liked him to go fucking crazy once in a while, though." She looked at him. "You know?"

"I know, yeah." He nodded, looked at her.

She looked at him and smiled a little smile. There were two men in his skull. One screaming to kiss her, the other to excuse yourself, jack off and go join your beautiful angel of a wife in bed, you fucking dumb sack of shit.

He stood and took his bowl to the sink.

"Alright. I should probably go to bed."

"Yeah."

Jules stayed seated. Harry rinsed the bowl, set it in the dishwasher and closed it. When he turned around, Jules was still looking at him. Not smiling now.

"What?"

"Nothing." She stood. "Bathroom." She walked out of the kitchen.

Harry should've gone to bed. Instead he sat back down.

He picked up Jules's tea by mistake, realized it wasn't his, put it back exactly where it had been. Five minutes passed. Maybe less. The bathroom door opened. Jules came back toward the kitchen. As she passed the doorway into the living room, she stopped. Harry watched her take the broom from the corner and lean it carefully against the closed door. It didn't block anything. And why should it? He didn't understand.

She came over to where Harry sat and stood barely a foot in front of him. Harry looked up at her. What the fuck is this? Is she going to kiss him? Does she want him to kiss her? Is this a test? Is Kelly going to Kool-Aid Man through the wall?

Jules bit her lip. He could see the front of her dressing gown tremble on her chest, nipples hard. Holy...

She didn't move, only breathed shallow, nervous breaths, looking at him. Asking him. But asking what? Fuck, he knew what. And he knew what he wanted to say. His wife was right there, a room away. He's not a cheater. He thought he never could be.

She turned around and pulled up the back of her gown. Her ass - naked, perfect, round, petite. No underwear. Right in his face. He wanted to say 'What the fuck, Jules? What are you doing?'

Jules had bunched up her gown in front of her, holding it to her stomach, bending forward a little. Not looking back at Harry.

He could still get up and go to bed. If he touched her now, there was no pretending anymore. He'd be cheating on Kelly. Harry knew it, asked for forgiveness in his head, then put his hands on the backs of her thighs. Her muscles tensed and let go. Harry ran his hands up, slow - cupping her ass cheeks by squeezing her legs just below them. He heard her breathe faster through her nose. He spread her cheeks. A perfect pink little asshole. What the fuck was he doing? Jules breathed faster, sounding like she tried her best not to make a sound. He pressed his tongue against her asshole. She reached back and grabbed his hair, grinding her ass back into his face, back arching.

Still licking her, Harry moved one hand down between her legs, her pussy leaving a hot slimy mess on his fingers. He ran them back and forth, feeling her hot, soft pussy open and dripping on his hand. He found her clit. Tiny, but so hard and sensitive. She shook as he touched it and grabbed the side of the counter in front of her.

He felt her legs give out a little, she was cumming already. He let her fall, seeing what would happen. She caught herself, stood back up and used all her strength to put her ass and pussy back up against his face. He helped her out, using his free hand to hug her legs and keep her straight. She let go of the counter and bent over fully. Harry carried on licking her asshole, leaving her clit alone. His cock was in pain, straining against his slacks, threatening to rip them along a seam on the crotch.

When the shaking subsided, she stood, turned around and took his face in her hands, Harry still sitting. She held his face hard, almost hurting him, she pulled him close, kissed him, eyes open, trembling, breathing hard, looking at him, using her tongue to find his. Then she pulled away just an inch. She clenched her jaw and said, "Fuck my ass, right now. Take..." She squeezed his face. "That massive fucking cock, and fuck my ass."

Harry reached up and choked her as he stood. Jules's mouth opening, going slack. He opened the button on his pants with one hand, ripped the zipper open. He pushed the pants down just enough to get his cock out. His other hand still choking Jules, looking down at her. He kissed her, sticking his tongue in her mouth, then licking her lips. "Get it wet, you little fucking whore." He let go of his cock and slapped her - her eyes wilder then. He pushed her down and she went, with no resistance.

Jules did not fuck around. She put his cock right in her mouth. No fucking stroking it first or looking at it. Straight all the way in her pretty little slut mouth. She sucked it and spat on it, her lips red, glistening and Harry almost passed out. He looked around the kitchen, pictures of him and Kelly, their families, all the familiar little things, the fruit bowl, the fridge magnets from Ohio and Washington and Oregon and Palermo. He wrapped Jules's hair around his hand, took her jaw in the other, stopped her head from moving and shoved his cock as far as it would go. He looked down. She had managed to take about one third of it. He pulled it out. "You fucking whore." She gasped. "Do it again," she asked him.

He let go of her jaw, took his cock by the base and put it on her face. His balls were on her chin, her mouth open - the tip was leaking precum on her hair. He slapped her cheek with it, pulled back and as she angled her mouth to take it, he put his cock in. She took as much of it as she could again, and then he could see her adjusting somehow and the rest of his cock disappeared inside her mouth and throat. What the fuck, he thought.

This was... something else. Jules was... Oh, no, don't start thinking now, you moron.

He pulled out and pushed his cock back inside her throat again. Harder. When he finally pulled it out all the way, she gasped for air, head down, her body rolling and straightening rhythmically.

"Come here," he said, taking her by the armpits and pulling her up. "Now I can fuck your little asshole, you fucking slut."

"Fuck," she said, her eyes looking at his lips. He pulled the gown down from her shoulders, leaving it tied around her waist, spun her sideways, touching her little tits with one hand, squeezing her nipples - he used his other hand to slide over her slimy pussy again from the back and get his fingers wet. He put his hand on her throat and pushed a finger against her asshole. Not trying to get in yet, just testing it. It was tight. He rubbed circles around it as he made her kiss him. She hung on to his wrist and forearm. Her legs were doing almost none of the standing at this point. Harry pushed his finger inside and she moaned. He kissed her to shut her up. He pushed his middle finger as far in as it would go, growling at her, "Don't make a fucking sound, bitch."

"Fuck me then."

He let his ring finger join the middle finger. She pushed her lips together, whimpering out a breath. He moved his hand up and down and in circles, stretching out her asshole. He pulled out his fingers and rubbed her pussy once more, even wetter and slimier now.

He spun her around with her back to him. He kicked one of her legs to the side, spreading her a little. His long, thick, hard cock hung between her ass cheeks. Harry squatted down a little and, with his hand around the base of his cock, he slapped her wet, sensitive pussy. Hard. She twitched and breathed, but after every twitch, she arched hard back, pushing her ass and pussy at him.

He took his cock by the tip, pushed it against her asshole - now a little softer, but still tight. He used his thumb to push the tip in. He felt the pressure squeeze and let his cock inside. Jules's head bent down and her hand searched for him.

Once inside, he slid freely. Jules had asked for it and he wasn't going to fuck around. "Come here, you fucking whore." He took her by the throat and pulled her toward him. They stood together, her hands on his hands, his cock inside her ass. His one hand grabbed her throat and the other one pulled her back to him by her abdomen.

Then he pushed his cock all the way inside.

Jules went mute. Not even breathing. Arching herself back violently, her head meeting his chest.

His hand felt his cock through her stomach. He pulled out nearly all the way and slammed back in, feeling her body tighten in response, his own hand feeling his cock inside her again. "You come into my home and fuck with my marriage?" Again. "Your best friend helps you and this is how you repay her?" Again. "Huh?" Again. "You disgusting whore."

Harry kept one hand around her throat and reached the other around between her legs. Her pussy was swollen open, wet enough that his fingers slid straight through it. He pushed two inside her and curled them, his palm rubbing against her clit.

He kept fucking her ass.

Jules tightened everywhere. Harry felt her pussy clamp around his fingers and, at the same time, her ass squeeze his cock hard enough to almost stop him. But he didn't stop. He fucked her harder. She moaned. Harry tightened his hand around her throat and put his mouth against her ear. "Shut up, whore," he whispered through his teeth, saliva spraying on her. Her delicate body shook in his hands and on his cock as she came.

He let go of her throat and pulled his fingers out, dragging them up over her stomach, tits, throat - ending on her face, smearing her wet cum all over her face, fingers slipping in her mouth as he passed it.

He grabbed her hair with one hand and her waist with the other. He fucked her fast and hard, with long strokes. Taking care not to make too much sound.

Aside from breathing, she didn't make a sound. She grabbed his hands wherever they went, but didn't stop him or push his hands away. She was shaking the whole time and Harry was... Well. He was all too aware of what he was doing. He would have liked to excuse it with temporary insanity. But no. He was just fucking Jules, because he wanted it bad enough to ruin his marriage. Oh, fuck, with the thinking.

Instead, Harry rammed his cock inside Jules's trembling, soft, slender body. More and more. Squeezing her hips.

He came. He pulsed his cum inside her and she seemed to feel it, because she reached down between her legs and massaged his shaft as he came. When he didn't need to fuck her anymore, but was still cumming, he put her in a bear hug and lifted her. Her arms squeezed in by her sides.

When he was done cumming, he put her down and said, his cock still in her ass, "Pull up the gown, don't move."

He reached up on the fridge for a couple sheets of paper towels and handed them to her.

"For your..."

She took them. Still panting, she said, "Yeah, I know."

Jules held the paper towels to the underside of his cock as he pulled out. She put them to her ass to stop the cum from leaking out. She straightened, he pulled his pants up, pushed his cock down, still hard-ish. Standing there, doing up the button, looking at her as she turned. Neither of them said a word, they just looked at each other.

Jules licked her lip, still breathing hard. She still held the towels under her gown behind her. Harry turned and opened the window. He figured they'd just got away with it - maybe - but the kitchen must smell like sex, better air it out in case Kelly gets up. He realized why Jules had put the broom against the door as she now went and removed it, putting it in the corner and going to the bathroom.

Harry poured them more tea.

He heard the bedroom door open. Kelly. Fuck.

Kelly came out in the kitchen, clutching her body, cold, eyes squinting, clearly just woken up.

"You still up, babe?"

"Yeah, I stayed up late gaming."

"Aww, you're such a little kid."

"Whatever! Jules is in the shitter."

"Ew, don't call it that, Harry!"

He sipped his tea. Doing his best to try to emulate what he'd be doing in this situation if he had not dumped his load in her best friend's asshole not ninety seconds earlier.

Jules came out, having put on a fluffy robe from the bathroom, looking much more cozy and much less 'I just fucked your husband'.

"Can't sleep?" Kelly said to Jules through a yawn.

"Nah. You neither?" Jules asked.

"Oh, I'm sleeping. Gotta pee. Move."

They listened to Kelly piss as they sipped chamomile.

"Alright, guys, see ya." Kelly waved without looking at them, as she stumbled back to sleep.

They listened for her door to close. Once it did, Harry leaned in. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, you?" Jules asked back.

"I mean... no. But yeah." He scratched the wood grain on the table and his eyes darted around the space between them. "All that stuff I said, that's... uh... I mean..."

She shook her head. "It was so lovely."

Harry nodded, eyebrows up, looking down. He inhaled a big breath, looked at Jules and pointed toward the door. "She can never know."

Jules nodded. "Never."

They sat in silence for a while, drinking tea, neither knowing what to say.

Then they spoke at the same time.

Harry said, "I never thought I'd be a cheater," while Jules said, "I think Kelly might be open to a threesome."

Harry put his tea down and blinked. "What?"