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"What...what are you doing down here?" I asked my wife, seeing her in her black lingerie, seeing the look on her face.

"He...he sent me down here," she said.

"W...why?" I asked, feeling that feeling in my gut.

"To...to get you," she said, looking down.

"M...me?" I was surprised. "I thought...I mean..."

"No, no," she said, "you're not allowed to be there."

"Why then?"

"He...he wants to hear you say it."

"Say it?" I asked. "Say what?"

"He...he wants to hear you say you're okay with him fucking me."

"Nikki!"

"He's your best friend," she said, "I know he wants me, obviously, but he...he wants to hear you say it."

"But...but I..."

"He's your friend, sweetie, once he does this it's never going to be the same between any of us. It's not unreasonable for him to want to hear it from you."

"What am I supposed to say? Brad, I want you to fuck my wife?" She looked down, like she was shy. "What?" I asked.

"I...he...he wants to hear more," she said.

"More? Like what more?"

"All of it more," she said.

"All of it more?" I asked.

She nodded. "All of it more," she said, "I...I kind of told him all of it."

"I'm supposed to go up there and tell my best friend, what, like, Hey, Brad, I'm sexually inadequate and can't make my wife cum and all I fantasize about is a real man like you taking care of her sex life?"

She smiled. "Yea, pretty much," she said.

So I found myself in my own bedroom, my best friend was naked in the bed my wife and I shared. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, next to him, her hand on his thick, hard cock, stroking him slowly.

"B...Brad," I mumbled.

"Yea?" he asked.

"I...Nikki said..."

"Go on," she encouraged me softly.

"I...I can't...I can't please Nikki...I mean...I'm...I'm sexually inadequate and...and I can't make Nikki cum and I...and I..."

"You what?" he asked, reaching for my wife, touching her breast.

"And I...all I fantasize about is...is a real man...a man like you..."

"A man like me what?" he asked.

"Taking...taking care of her...sexually."

"You want me to fuck your wife?" he asked.

I nodded. 

"Ask," he said.

"Will you...will you fuck my wife," I blurted out.

He smiled, pointed at Nikki, pointed at his cock. She knew what he meant just as I did and we both watched as she leaned over, kissed the head of his cock, took it in her mouth, started sucking him. I'd never seen her do this before, meaning not once, not ever, had she sucked me, but here she was, gleefully sucking my best friend's massive cock.

"I'll take care of her, sexually," he said, reaching between her legs, fingering her obviously wet pussy, making her moan, "but understand then, that I'm responsible for her sex life from now on, not you, never you."

Nikki moaned louder, started shaking, started orgasming at his touch, at his words. "N...never?" I asked, shocked at the surreal scene.

"Meaning I fuck her from now on, me...only me. Oh, you can lick her, if she lets you, you can touch her, if she lets you, but never again will you try to put that little think inside her; her pussy belongs to me now."

Nikki was sucking him harder and faster, obviously enthralled. I saw her eyes move to me, begging me. 

"I...I know," I mumbled.

"Say it...say her pussy belongs to me now."

"I...her...her pussy belongs to you now," I said.

He smiled, waived me away. "Go on, then, back downstairs, leave your wife to me."

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