Peter calls her back. (Beginning of the Peter path)

An hour or so later Jennifer perked up when her phone rang, it was Peter.

Peter being her husband’s best friend, best man at his wedding, and currently her lover, well one of her lovers.

He wasn’t a big man and not a smart man, but he did love to fuck, and he was as dirty minded as she was.

Jennifer jumped at the chance to meet him, as she still had some sexual energy to release. John was going to be home pretty soon, and she was angry that he had fucked up her chance with Claudia, so she met up with Peter at his apartment.

She cleaned up and put on a sexy little dress that fit tightly and drove over to Peter’s place quickly.

When she got to the address Peter gave her, she was surprised at what she found, a cheap one bedroom apartment. Not well furnished, but clean. But no sign of Peter’s wife.

No sign at all, as in no feminine touches at all. No family pictures, no feminine decor. Nothing.

Jennifer asked Peter if all was well at home, he sighed, shrugged his shoulders and explained things to her.

“DeeAnna left me a while back Jennifer,” Peter explained. “Months ago, I moved out of the two bedroom and into this place. It is big enough to suit me and costs less.”

“We were arguing a lot over money, and my job, her losing her job, her gaining weight, not having kids, you know…everything.”

He explained that they were separated, and his wife was living out of state near her parents, he was pretty sure she was fucking some guy she dated before she met him.

“She isn’t hiding it that he is around,” Peter continued. “Not that it matters. He is in her Facebook posts, and I have heard him in the background I think, I know I heard someone.”

“Fuck, Peter I’m sorry,” Jennifer replied, finding a measure of sympathy for her husband’s friend.

It was easy to forget that life was hard and could be very unfair. Jennifer knew she had it easy, she had been blessed with beauty, intelligence, an open mind and a powerful libido. She added a lot of time in the gym to this, and breast implants her father had paid for.

She had built herself the body of a pornstar, and she had the facial beauty for a model. Jennifer knew she could get just about anything she wanted, and it would last a while, she wasn’t quite twenty one yet.

She knew she could throw a stack of cash in the bank, maybe hundreds of thousands, and finish her stripping career with a lot of money, college degree, and no college debt.

Her husband John also had it easy. He was good looking, smart, disciplined, honorable, and also 6’3” and in good shape with a ten inch dick. John had always had a good cock game, always.

He ate well, so his cum tasted good, and he always seemed to produce a lot of it, and with his fitness he usually performed well in bed.

Further, John was in management because people tended to like him and interact with him well, and no matter what happened, Jennifer knew how good he was with the cock he had been blessed with, he was just as good with words usually.

Peter didn’t have much of that at all. He wasn’t as smart as her husband, and he wasn’t honorable. Jennifer was 5’3” and Peter might be 5’6” on a good day, he wasn’t big either. And while he didn’t have a little dick he wasn’t big either. Just average.

And Peter had been unlucky to marry a woman like DeeAnna who didn’t take care of herself and gained thirty pounds the year she left high school, and who he had said wasn’t much into sex.

She thought about the fat kid next-door, it had killed the mood for her earlier that day, she could only imagine if John had gotten fat like that.

She went to give Peter a hug, but he shook his head, “don’t worry Jennifer, I’m not crying over that bitch.” He said roughly, it was still a bit raw for him it seemed, “shit happens right? It’s ok, the divorce is processing. We don’t have anything to split up really, so just a matter of time.”

Jennifer walked over and saw his sofa, it seemed like the only piece of nice furniture in the apartment. As she walked up to it, Peter did not disappoint. He walked up behind her and put his hands on her hips in a friendly way, smelled her hair briefly, and then kissed her neck.

“I didn’t invite you over to talk about her,” he said softly, his hands moving up to her breasts, quickly freeing them from her dress. “I invited you here to fuck, you game for that Jennifer?” Peter pinched her nipples with her fingers, and when she looked up at him over her shoulder he kissed her.

Not in a romantic way, but like it was a need. Like he was dying and he needed her lips to stay alive. She squeezed her tits hard, and pulled her ass against him and ground his erection against her.

“Hard already, I like it,” Jennifer said when she broke the kiss. He was always hard for her, and there was something to be said about that.

“Baby, I have been hard every time I have seen your body since the first time we met.” Peter replied, unzipping the back of her dress and yanking it down off of her quite roughly.

“I wanted to fuck you the first time John brought you over,” be continued, bending her over the sofa. “When I saw you at work I wanted to bend you over a table, and enjoy your beautiful body. To fuck you in front of everyone.”

He ran his hands over her ass, feeling her muscular form, he leaned over and kissed the small of her back, “the day he proposed at dinner, when we went out with you guys, I would have bent you over my wife and fucked you in front of her, on top of her.”

Jennifer turned and looked at Peter, as he leaned in and groped her breasts, “why in front of your wife? Why like that?” She thought she knew why.

“It is kinkier in front of people Jennifer,” he replied. “Tell me that isn’t why you were sucking that guys cock in your car outside the club, tell me you haven’t wanted to do it right in front of John?”

Jennifer reached back behind her and found Peter already had his cock out, good boy, “who says I haven’t?”

Peter stopped, “no shit? What did you do? How?”

Jennifer started to stroke Peter as she spoke, rotating to face him, she thought he was a kinky fuck, she wanted to see how he reacted.

“You know those dark corners of the club, right Pete?” She said, slowly guiding him inside of her, breathing out in pleasure as she felt a hard cock inside of her. A hard cock for her, it always felt good.

“Yeah, where the funny looking sofas are?” He asked, and she smiled, what a moron, but a useful one.

“Yes, and they are called settees,” Jennifer replied. “I was looking John in the eyes, he likes to watch me dance for men, like he is protecting me or something.”

She moved Pete to a seated position on his sofa, and lowered herself back onto his cock, facing away from him, she began to slowly fuck him.

“I had a cock inside of me, a man I just met fucking me just like this, in a dark corner, maybe ten feet from John,” she said breathlessly. “John thought it was a lap dance, he didn’t know, and I was fucking the guy there in front of him. For fifty dollars.”

“There was no condom Peter. The guy turned me on, and I just went for it unprotected, in front of my husband…then I felt the guy’s cum inside of me, it was so fucking warm,” Jennifer said, seeming to orgasm at the thought. “I didn’t know the guy at all, I never met him again, but I know what cum feels like…and it was for a $20 lapdance.”

Peter was getting worked up, so was Jennifer, she was enjoying telling this story.

She started bouncing in his cock for a minute or so, holding his thighs, Peter was holding her hips tightly, “when I felt his cum in me I orgasmed, John watching another man cum in me, not even knowing…I imagined fucking in front of John, but him knowing I was doing it.”

Peter ran his hand through her sandy blonde hair, “that is fucking hot Jennifer.”

It was for Jennifer as well, she squealed in pleasure and orgasmed. She shook for a moment, then composed herself and rotated back to face Peter.

“Yes it was, I loved it, I love people watching, I love the idea of getting caught,” she smiled. “And I love to orgasm, and you do a pretty good job with that Peter.”

Peter smiled wide, feeling some pride in his performance.

“Your turn Peter,” she said as she fell on her knees before him, eyeing his cock, slick with her own fluids.