[M]y best [f]riend- the escalation of friendship. | 2016

Shell (36/f) and I (33/m) have been inseparable since the moment we met some 5 years ago. It wasn't a love at first sight sort of thing, wasn't a sexual lust either. It was more like an unexplainable energy drew us together and fused our souls with an unbreakable bond.

We instantly hit it off, and just knew that for whatever reason, fate brought us together and neither of us were about to let go.

We have talked every day for years, through txt, FB, phone calls, or quite often face to face. Sometimes all day sometimes just "hey I'm incredibly busy, I'll hit you up later, love you" (yes, we use the L word, and its not taken lightly). Nothing is sacred between us, we share everything and would give everything if the other needed it.

We're both married with children, have families, homes and lives of our own. Our initial friendship has brought our families as close as any blood relatives. Shell, her husband, myself, my wife, and 7 children between us, even though we live 2 hours apart, are as good as one family unit. Oftentimes, this brings us all to staying together in one house or the other (usually weekends) for holidays, parties, local events, or simply just because. This has been our norm for quite some time.

I've always found Shell to be breathtakingly beautiful, she's 5'5", long black hair, gorgeous brown eyes, slim but not bikini model skinny, and perfect ass. Her boobs are very small, almost non existent, she is very self consciousness about them. I am a boob guy, but hers don't bother me, that's not what I'm after. I do try to complement them when I can, just to give her an ego boost.

When we're together, Shell and I are always the last to go to bed. We're night owls, we stay up and talk sometimes till 2 or 3 in the morning, just for time spent together.

Then one night, close to Christmas 2012, something changed.

It was late, everyone else in the house was long asleep as usual. Shell and I decided to call it a night, embraced in a hug, peck on the cheeks, and said good night. She's still holding on to me, pulls me down (I'm 6'1") to whisper in my ear "I'm going to bite you".

Suddenly a chill ran down my spine and a million thoughts ran through my head "Yes! No! Wtf? She knows better! But I want it! Or do I?"

Inevitably, through our relationship, we each learned every detail about the other. She knows I love to be bitten, she knows its a weird major turn on for me, and I know Shell loves to bite. But she wouldn't dare bite me.

Over the years, Shell asked many times "what happens when a girl bites you?". "I lose control. I become an animal." Sometimes she asks "what happens if I bite you?". I always give her the same answer "you shouldn't do that". So far, she has never dared.

"I'm going to bite you."

In one sentence, just one heartbeat, I found myself desiring to really be with Shell for the first time.

I whispered back "you ain't got the hair on your pussy".

Shell didn't flinch. She held me tight and clamped down on my collar bone. My entire body tensed and relaxed, I was gasping for air, the head of my dick was tingling as it grew to full strength. I grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head and pressed her into me as she kept biting. It was pure pain and pure extacy. As soon as she released, I pulled her head back and kissed her deeply. After a few moments, she pushed me back, said "that's enough for now. Good night." And headed for her bedroom. "Shell?", "yes?", "you know what you've done..", "oh, I know exactly what I've done. Good night." She winks at me and walks away.

Still a thousand thoughts and emotions run through my mind, I head for the guest room and crawl in bed with my wife. Within moments, I hear Shell's husband moan from down the hall. It was apparent that she was taking our new found sexual energy out on him. Even that became a major turn on, but damnit, it just wasn't fair!

Directing my energy to my own sleeping wife, I slowly spread her legs apart without waking her. My redhead loves being woken up to a good tongue fucking. I began caressing her red carpet and kissing her inner thighs, even in her sleep the juices instantly start flowing. I push my tongue between her pussy lips and slowly lick from bottom to top several times. She begins to squirm and raises her knees spreading her slit wide open as she awakes moaning. She grabs my hair and begins rocking her hips in rhythm with my face. I can tell she's about to cum.. my wife is a squirter, and I know just how to make her explode. (I want this to be big, I want Shell to hear, as I did) I spread her lips with 2 fingers and firmly smother her clit with with my tongue, I make a pulsing motion with it, but never take pressure off. Her moans are getting louder now. I slide a finger into her honey hole and pump her pussy with the same motion as my tongue. Her moans turn to cries, almost screams. She's bucking her hips hard against my face. In one final motion, she stops breathing, arches her back, every muscle in her body trembles, then suddenly relaxes as her pussy unleashes love juice all over her, me, and the bed. Her breathing steadied as she gently coos. God I love eating my wifes pussy. And there is no way Shell does not now know it.

Wife and I made love for a good hour afterwards. Incredibly, for the first time in my life, I thought of another woman during sex. Obviously, I thought of Shell.

I haven't always been an angel, hell 9 years of my past in the army, I've been quite the opposite. I'm not proud to say that I don't even remember half of the women I'd slept with, but sex is very psychological to me and has always been about the woman I was with, and since marriage has always been about my wife. Till now. This was all about Shell, and just the thought of her made me go longer and stronger than ever.

The next morning, we all had things to do. The girls had a show, the guys had an event, we all overslept and were in a rush to get out the door.

As they headed out the door, I hugged and kissed my wife, then Shell hugged me and with an evil grin simply said "merry Christmas". I returned the grin and the greeting and they headed out the door.

She knew, I knew, this isn't over......

More another day.