My Best Friend Monica’s Town Visit

It was a cold and wintery Wednesday morning, and I was sipping my coffee while reading the newspaper. My phone rang, and I answered, “Hello.” The voice on the other end said, “Hi Stan, it’s Monica.” I was surprised and pleased. Monica had been my deceased wife Gina’s best friend and lived with her husband Clark about 3 hours away.

“Hi Monica, what’s up?” I asked. She said, “I need a big favor. I’ll be in town on business this Friday and was wondering if I could stay in your guest room Thursday night? I thought we could have dinner and catch up.” I agreed without hesitation, and she asked if Clark was coming with her. I said no, and she replied that she’d be there sometime midafternoon.

After we hung up, I started thinking about Monica. She’s 62, but she looks like she’s in her forties. She’s gorgeous, with 5’8″ height, brown hair, hazel eyes, a beautiful face, large breasts, and great legs. I’ve known her for over 25 years, and I’ve always thought she was beautiful and incredibly sexy. However, we’d been couple friends for so long, and we’d both been happily married, that I’d never considered romance with her.

Monica arrived at my house after lunch, and I greeted her with a big hug and kiss. I couldn’t help but notice that she held the kiss a little longer than usual. I helped her inside with her overnight bag and showed her to my guest room. I went back out to the kitchen while she took off her coat and started arranging her things in the guest room.

Monica came out about 15 minutes later and suggested we have our usual coconut rum and cokes. I made the drinks, and we sat at the bar sipping them and chatting. She said she’d tell me about Clark later, but she didn’t sound happy. After she finished her drink, she asked if she could take a quick shower. I agreed, and she headed to the bathroom.

Monica was in the bathroom for a while, and when she came out, she was wearing a white terry cloth robe and had a towel wrapped around her head. She looked and smelled great. While she walked over to the fireplace, I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She leaned over, letting the fire dry her soft brown hair, and her robe fell open just enough to give me a view of her bare perfect size 38 D breasts.

“Looks like you enjoyed the show,” she said with a playful smile. I chuckled and replied hopefully, “Yes, was that a preview of things to come?” She coyly said, “Maybe… or maybe not.” I was intrigued and curious, and I asked her what was going on.

“Monica, tell me what’s going on?” I said. She stopped smiling and said softly, “Clark hasn’t been paying any attention to me lately. I think he’s lost interest… even in making love. It’s been over 6 months since we had sex, and I don’t know what to do.” I knew Clark had started a new high-stress job, but I couldn’t believe he wouldn’t appreciate her voluptuous body.

“Monica, I think you’re stunningly attractive and very desirable… why would he not want you? That’s crazy! You’re the smartest, sweetest, wittiest, and most beautiful woman I know.” I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her, and she moved her head up to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, and as I pulled back, we looked into each other’s eyes.

“Monica, you’re beautiful,” I whispered. It felt like time was standing still, and she licked her lips invitingly. We both moved towards each other, and our lips met in a soft kiss. It was our first real kiss, and it was a dream come true.

As we stood in front of the fireplace, sipping our drinks and talking, Monica finally asked, “Are you seeing anyone?” I replied, “No… even though it’s been 5 years, it still feels like I’d be cheating on Gina.” She said, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot for the last few weeks,” and I confessed that I’d had a crush on her for a long time.

“Do you really? Do you want to tell me about it?” she asked attentively, and I said, “No… not yet. And anyway, what about you and Clark? Have you cheated on him since you married him?” She said, “No… I just feel so alone now… like I’m in the marriage without him.” The conversation got quiet for a while.

Monica asked, “How about making us another drink?” I agreed and went to the bar to mix two more strong drinks. She walked back over to the fireplace and sat on the couch in front of the fire, curling her long, lovely legs under her and looking at me. I wondered what she was thinking, and could it be that she really did want something more than a friendship with me?

“Come over here and sit with me,” she said, patting the couch by her. I walked over and sat down next to her, bringing the drinks with me. The air was filled with the clean, fresh fragrance of her soap, and we sat staring into the fire, making small talk and sipping our drinks.

Monica then asked, “Why don’t you put your head in my lap for a while?” I maneuvered around on the couch and gently lowered my head down onto the softness of her lap. The clean, sweet bouquet of her freshly washed body filled my nostrils, and I saw her smile tenderly as she ran her fingers through my hair.

Her breasts, the source of my earlier embarrassment, were now jutting out only inches above my face, hidden only by the thick, fleecy covering of her terry cloth robe. I drank in Monica’s pleasant scent, and soon, we both must have drifted off. I don’t know how long I had been napping, but I slowly floated back to consciousness, finding myself staring up at Monica’s breast and nipple.

Stunned, I saw that her robe had somehow fallen open, baring her breast. Her nipple was brushing against my cheek, and I felt my penis swell again as I looked at her milky white breast with utter fascination. I tore my eyes from her breast and saw that she was still sleeping, her head fallen over and her cheek resting on her shoulder.

Quickly looking back up at her breast, I drank in the captivating view of bared flesh. I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was, and I even saw the delicate, blue blood vessels under the transparent skin. Her breast was now before my eyes, openly displayed for my voyeuristic viewing.

I watched it as it slowly rose and fell each time she took a breath. What would it be like to suck on the hard, puffiness of her nipple, I wondered? No, I couldn’t do that, I thought. That would be too much. What would she say if she woke and found me sucking her breast? Staring up at the bright pink nipple, I couldn’t stop myself from slowly turning my head toward her.

As I did, the hard, rubbery knob slid across my cheek, and my lips moved ever closer. At last, the hard puffiness of her nipple touched my lips. As my lips parted, her nipple slipped between them, and I didn’t move for several moments.

Then I saw her hazel eyes flicker open, and I lay as still as I could. Her eyes opened for a moment, and then suddenly swept down to my face. I didn’t know what to do, and time stopped as we stared into each other’s eyes for the longest time. Finally, I asked her, “Should I stop?” not really wanting to but knowing I must ask.

Monica moved ever so slowly, reaching down and cupping my head in her arms, pulling me toward her, forcing her nipple farther into my mouth. “No. Please don’t stop,” she whispered quietly, pressing my face into the soft, yielding flesh of her milky white breasts.

I was stunned and did nothing for a moment, and then realizing that she wanted me to, I slowly started sucking. I was unable to believe what was happening. My penis was erect and ready for action, and I felt her legs slowly part. Suddenly, I felt Monica’s pelvis tilt and gently press up against the back of my head.

Was she becoming excited, I wondered as I felt my penis get even harder. She must be enjoying what I was doing, I thought. The very idea that she would let me play with her nipple was unbelievable. I heard her make soft, little moaning sounds, and excited even more, I continued to pull and knead the soft flesh of her breasts with my hands.

The soft pressure of her groin against the back of my head was growing more and more insistent, the longer I kept teasing her nipples. I felt Monica’s hand drop from the back of the couch down to my stomach. I didn’t know if it was an accident or if she had done it on purpose, but her hand was now resting only inches from my throbbing, aching penis. I began to squeeze and knead the soft, pliant flesh of her breasts more and more confidently as she made no move to stop me.

Then my heart almost stopped when I felt her slowly unzip my pants and inch her soft hand toward my enlarged penis. Was she consciously doing it or was it just a reflex? Either way, my penis had a hair trigger and I knew that it would only take moments to explode. She reached over and wrapped her hand around it and gave a couple of small, short strokes. She put one of her fingers in her mouth to make it wet with her saliva.

She started tracing the tip of her wet finger at the opening on the head of my penis. I gasped and instinctively raised my hips as she continued to stroke me. “Oh, that feels so good … please don’t stop,” I moaned as I raised my body to meet her stroke.

Her eyes widened in surprise as I groaned loudly and began to shoot hot semen into the air. It landed on my chest, stomach, thighs, and her hand and breasts. Monica lovingly milked my penis, running her thumb across the swollen head until the last pearly drops emerged.

Then she rubbed my gooey emission on her breasts as if it were some precious lotion. She wiped some cum from her breasts and licked it from her fingers. I couldn’t believe what it had happened. I could not have stopped my orgasm even if I wanted to … it had been too intense.

Monica slowly eased out from under me, got up, and closed her robe. How could I have come that quickly and all over us? I was thoroughly embarrassed. “I’m so sorry … I could not stop it … I haven’t been touched like that for a long time and it felt so good,” I said and started to blush.

She replied, “Don’t be sorry … it was all my fault … but it’s been way too long since I touched anyone that way either. It felt wonderful to be needed again and to know I gave you that much pleasure.”

We both needed to use the bathroom to clean my semen from our bodies. When we were done, she just hugged and kissed me goodnight, not saying anything else. She went to her room, and I went to mine. However, I drifted off into an uneasy sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

Suddenly, I found myself awake. Something had awakened me, but I didn’t know what. The fire was almost out, and the house was dark, but I didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary as I listened. Then I heard the sound of another log being placed on the fire.

As I watched, the glow from the fire slowly grew brighter. I couldn’t see the fire from my bed, but I could still see the faint glow of it. Staring out my door into the living room, I was surprised to see Monica suddenly appear at my doorway. I knew that it was too dark for her to see my eyes, so I didn’t have to pretend I was asleep.

She stood there for the longest time. I wondered what she was doing as she stood peering into my room. Although the glow of the fire was weak, my eyes had grown accustomed to the dark, and I could see that she was wearing a very thin nightgown.

Even in the dim light of the fire, I could easily make out the silhouette of her beautiful body as she stood peering into my room. Lying on my back, I suddenly felt my penis surge back to hardness as I stared at the outline of her body.

Evidently, her 6 months of craving sex was almost more than she could bear. What was she going to do? Monica must have made her decision because I couldn’t believe my eyes when she slowly stepped into my room.

I realized that she was actually coming toward my bed. The enchanting fragrance of her enveloped me as I felt her sit down on the edge of my bed. My heart almost stopped beating as I waited to see what she would do next.

“Stan, are you awake?” Monica whispered.

“Yes,” I muttered, my mouth so dry, I could barely speak.

“Do you mind if I stay in here with you for a while?” she asked me, pressing herself up against me insistently.

“No … is … anything wrong,” I asked, feeling her breasts pressing into my arm. Her white silky gown must have ridden up her leg because there was nothing between my penis and her bare skin.

I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my hardness against her leg. I knew that she must feel my steel-hard penis mashed up against her, but she made no effort to move her leg back away from me.

Encouraged by her lack of objection, I continued to press my swollen hardness into her leg as I began to suck and fondle her nipples. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I had to ask.

“Oh yes … that feels so good … please don’t stop,” I heard her whimper.

Unable to control myself, I began to thrust against her leg as my mouth pulled on her hard nipple. I knew that she couldn’t help feeling my hard penis rubbing against her leg as I ground it down onto her feeling her hot, smooth skin with my prick.

“Stan … Will you do something for me? … Something no one else has ever done before …” I knew exactly what she wanted. Slowly, I began kissing my way up to her neck.

Then I lowered my head slowly to between her legs. I could smell her fragrant pussy and my mouth watered. I kissed and licked at her flesh until I was between her legs.

I looked up to her face and could see the lust radiate from it like a beacon. I blew over her exposed pussy and then gently pushed my head between legs. My tongue flicked out and touched her large swelling clit.

I swirled my tongue all around her hood and then pushed it aside to tongue her clit. As soon as I touched it, she moaned softly and her hands grabbed my head.

I adjusted my body and started to suck on her clit. I pushed it around with my tongue and felt it swell more with the attention. Her moans started to get louder as I attacked and sucked her clit.

Her hands wrapped around my head. I was licking Monica’s pussy … and she loved it!

I stopped sucking on her clit and started to run my tongue along her puffy labia. Her moans again got louder and her hands pulled my head into her pussy.

“Oh Stan, that feels so good. Please don’t stop. I want to cum on your tongue …” she whimpered as my tongue pushed into her labia and flicked along her opening.

The taste of her pussy suddenly sweetened … a sure sign that her orgasm was about to begin. My nose pressed against her swelling clit as her legs wrapped over my shoulders.

Her hips were bucking as she tried to get my tongue deeper into her pussy. My penis was so hard that it hurt.

I continued to push my tongue deep into Monica’s pussy and she screamed as her body started convulsing. I knew she was on the verge of orgasm and I continued to attack and suck at her pussy.

I licked at her vagina lips and then sucked them into my mouth to taste the sweet juices on her flesh. I flicked my tongue over them as she moaned in pleasure from the attention.

Monica continued to buck her hips up and down and push my face all over her pussy. My nose was rubbing from her clit to her slight bush of hair and back.

I sucked and licked her clit harder with my tongue. Then all of a sudden, her body stiffened, and she stopped moving and her moan filled the room as her orgasm crashed through her body … it seemed to last forever.

I gently kept my warm tongue pushed against her clit until she finally finished. “Oh Stan, no one has ever made me cum that hard!” she said.

I moved back up and kissed her again as she lovingly ran her hands through my hair. We held on to each other as if time was standing still.

After resting for a while, Monica whispered, “That was incredible … Now it’s your turn. Just lay back and let me do the rest.”

Moving slowly, she put one hand on my erect penis and with her other hand, she reached up and played with my balls. I groaned at the incredible sensations she was giving me.

“OK, I want you to move slowly and carefully in and out of my mouth,” Monica instructed.

I did as she commanded and moved my now fully erect penis in a slow pattern back and forth as in her mouth as she provided suction.

She gently sucked on it while letting her tongue massage it. I started to moan noticeably. Should I stop? Could I stop? NO! I knew that there was no way to stop now.

“I want to cum now,” I gasped.

“Don’t you dare! … Not yet! … Slow down! … I want you to cum in my pussy first,” She shouted.

With that said, she climbed on top of me with her wet pussy just above my hard penis. She grasped onto the headboard and then sank ever so slowly down onto me, slipping in easily.

This couldn’t really be happening, I feverishly thought as my penis slowly slipped deeper into the warm depths of her tight, clutching pussy.

I was making love with Monica! With my friend … and now my lover … and it was perfect. Her vagina gently engulfed my penis.

She slowly started rocking gently back and forth on top of me with her large breasts bouncing up and down on top of me. She was driving me close again; I was going to explode inside of her.

I clutched at her large firm tits, grasping at them with my hands, as I bucked up against her, shocks of pleasure pulsing through me.

“I need you to cum in me … cum hard,” I heard her murmur as I slammed my penis into her clinging pussy.

The soft slurping of her pussy sucking on my penis could be heard as we fucked. I sucked hungrily at her breasts while I thrust my penis deep inside of her, starting to flood her cunt with cum.

“Oh … Stan … I feel you cuming in me!” Monica uttered.

I felt her body tense and her muscles became as hard as boards as her orgasm started. She started to moan loudly as her cunt locked down around my penis, squeezing it so hard I couldn’t stop it from exploding if I tried.

Our simultaneous orgasms were incredible!

I felt like the head of my penis had been blown off as it continued to pour out its load of semen deep inside her.

I couldn’t stop coming. Over and over again, my penis gathered itself and spewed out load after load of my thick, creamy cum into her clinging pussy.

Time stopped as we groaned and fucked. She slid up and down on top of me a few more times, letting us ride the waves of pleasure until they began to die down, then she collapsed on top of me, my head buried in her bosom.

At last, there was no more and we gently collapsed into each other’s arms. Monica whispered, “Wow … that was amazing. Why did we wait so long?”

She giggled lightly as her chest rose and fell with every breath. We both were completely spent and satisfied!

I pressed her against me, our bodies spooning. Her naked ass was against my groin; my arms wrapped around her, just under her breasts.

She sighed contentedly. I looked at Monica and said, “Are you okay? Do you feel guilty about what we just did?”

She looked me in the eyes and responded, “I regret nothing … This was my decision … I needed this to happen!”

Her eyes were lit up with lust and joy, and I smiled back at her, kissed her cheek.

As I lay beside her, the exhaustion from our night of passion finally caught up with me. Neither of us spoke, but the silence was filled with the warmth of our bodies pressed together. It was as if we were reading each other’s minds, and we began to kiss and caress each other once more. The night had been perfect, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the experience.

But the morning brought a reality check. I woke up alone in my bed, wondering why Monica had slipped back to her room during the night. Was she having second thoughts about what we’d shared? I looked out the window to see a light dusting of snow on the ground, but not on the street. Curiosity got the better of me, and I peeked into her room to find her sleeping peacefully. Her door closed, and I started my morning routine, making coffee and getting ready for the day.

I knew she had an appointment at 9 AM, and I planned to wake her an hour later. As I waited, I wondered how the morning light would change her mood about the events of the previous night.

At 7:30, I heard the shower running, and I knew Monica was awake. When the water stopped, I heard her drying off and then the door of her room closing. She came out about 20 minutes later, fully dressed and looking a bit distant. I asked, “Do you have time for breakfast or just coffee?” But her response was curt: “No… nothing for me. I’m packed and must leave for my meeting.”

“Do you want to talk about what happened last night?” I asked, but she shook her head. “We were both a little drunk, and it got out of control. Today is back to real life for me – work, meetings, and I’m still married to Clark. Thanks for everything, but I really must leave now.” I knew she’d made up her mind, so I helped her with her bag, and she got into her car. As she drove off without even waving goodbye, I felt uneasy about her hasty departure.

Walking back inside, I realized that last night’s escapades had been a huge mistake, and I’d not only messed up but also lost a good friend. All I was left with were memories of the best sex I’d ever had. What a waste!

As the day went on, the snow started falling, and I wondered if Monica would make it back home okay. The weather channel reported that the entire state was under a winter weather advisory. I put another log on the fire and continued working on my consulting project all afternoon.

It was getting dark when I heard a knock at the door. It was Monica. “The highways are closed, and the hotel is full. Can I come in or are you mad at me?” she asked sheepishly. I invited her in, took her coat, and hung it on the hall tree. “I’m not mad… just confused. Being with you last night meant everything to me. It seemed so perfect. Was it just a one-night stand for you?” I asked.

Monica started to sob and choked out, “I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you… It meant everything to me too. I just got scared about the depth of passion I felt for you. It was too perfect, and your kindness and concern overwhelmed me… I’m just not used to someone caring about or even wanting me as much as you did last night. And then I started thinking about the future. It was all too much.” I wiped away her tears and wrapped my arms around her.

“It’s okay… Let’s sit by the fire a while,” I said. We moved to the couch, and I held her in my arms as the hours drifted by. I fixed dinner, and we sat at the dining room table still talking about everyday things while we ate. It was so easy to talk to her. I listened carefully to every word she said. She really was perfect.

As we talked, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her mind. Why was she still with Clark? Didn’t she feel the same way about me? But I didn’t press the issue, not wanting to push her away.

About 9 PM, Monica’s cell phone rang. She looked at the number – it was Clark. She went into her room with the phone and closed the door. When she came out, I could see the resolute look on her face that she was going back to Clark. I asked her, “Are you going home?” “Yes,” she quietly replied.

I was disappointed, but in my heart, I knew it was the right thing for her to do. I wasn’t going to try to talk her out of it. It was quiet for a long time, and then I asked, “Did you tell Clark about what happened last night?” “No… I promise that last night will always be just our secret,” she said.

After a few moments, I finally asked her what was on my mind, “Will you spend tonight with me?” “Yes, I will,” she whispered tenderly. I kissed her softly, and we both knew this was going to be our last chance to be together.

We lit a candle in the bedroom, and I started to undress her, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and removing her pale blue bra. I bent down to smell her perfume and taste her bare breasts… her nipples hardened as my lips gently sucked them, and she started to moan.

“I love you, Monica,” I whispered. “I love you too, Stan.” We gently rested in each other’s arms, sharing our warmth and drifting into a peaceful night’s sleep.

The next morning, we took a long, slow shower together, touching and kissing while holding each other as the water sprayed over our bodies. I turned off the shower, kissed her gently, and slowly dried her, then helped her get dressed.

We had a quiet breakfast, and then she packed her bag. We both knew that this was goodbye, but neither of us could say a word. I walked her to her car, gave her a hug, and we tenderly shared our last kiss. As she drove away, back to her real world, I had tears in my eyes, missing the woman I loved.

It was back to the real world for me too. Life moved on, but as the weeks passed, my longing for Monica never faded. I missed my friend and lover, her touch, her smile, her everything. What was I going to do without her? There was nothing I could do. Our two-day affair was over.

About six weeks later, my phone rang. It was Monica. “Stan, I’m so sorry it took me so long to call,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us, and I realized that I made a mistake. I should have stayed with you, not gone back to Clark. Can we talk about it?”