My Filipina Friend


I am 39 years old and have been married for 14
years. My marriage is happy and strong and my wife
is a sweet and loving woman. This is the story,
however, of my infidelity with her best friend. I
tell it here not because I am proud of having
cheated but because it has been a more sexually
adventurous experience than I ever thought I would
have in my lifetime.

14 years ago at the time of my wedding, my wife's
closest friend was Malou, a co-worker of hers from
the department store where they worked. Malou was,
at that time 19 years old. She was a recent
immigrant from the Philippines. She was very cute,
about 5' 5" in height with dark hair and brown
eyes. She was not model-skinny and she did not
have much of a chest, but she was definitely cute
enough to catch the attention of an average guy.
She had beautiful Filipino eyes and features,
which for anyone not familiar means that she
looked somewhat like an Asian/Hispanic mix. She
smoked, which for me and my wife (both
non-smokers) made her seem somewhat "wild," but in
fact she was a very conservative, sweet and
likeable person.

In the early years of our marriage, Malou was a
frequent companion. The three of us would see
movies, go to dinner, do almost everything
together. When we moved to city that was a bit
farther away, Malou would visit us for weekends.
Throughout all this time, there was never anything
even remotely improper between us. I was attracted
to her, to be sure, but I had never been the type
of person to even think seriously about fooling
around with another woman.

What probably started the change in that was when
Malou moved away to San Francisco for a year to
take a job. She was on her own in a big city with
no friends or family around. Naturally she was
lonely and naturally my wife and I missed doing
things with her. While she was up there, I stopped
by to visit her while on a business trip. We went
out to dinner and hung out all evening, catching
up on things. It was the first time that I felt
seriously tempted to be sexual with her. And
although nothing actually happened that night, I
picked up the signals that Malou was thinking the
same thing.

A few years after that, she was back living near
us, married to a guy who was a bit off center, but
who was actually a very nice guy. My wife and I
periodically did things socially with them as a
couple as well as just with Malou. By this time,
the spark of sexual interest I had felt in San
Francisco had grown into a full fledged desire to
be intimate with her.

The first time I actually tested the waters was a
Saturday afternoon. Malou and I had met for lunch,
after which I had taken her back to her apartment.
We were just hanging out in the apartment, talking
about various things. Her husband was at his
parents' house doing some yardwork, so I felt safe
that he would not be showing up soon. At one point
I managed to get into a position where I could
kiss her. As I tried to do that, I could tell that
she was pretty shocked. She leaned back a little
with her eyes big and round, although she did let
me kiss her. That was as far as I pushed it that
day. I felt extremely awkward about it and was not
sure how she was going to handle it. We didn't
really even talk about it at the time, just both
being uncomfortable until it was time for me to
leave. Ultimately, Malou did act a bit
uncomfortable and distant for a while, but
eventually things returned to normal.

It was a full year after that when things moved to
the next level. It was another Saturday. Malou and
her husband had come over for an overnight visit
the previous night. On Saturday morning he had
left early to do some sort of chore (I forget what
it was, although in truth it was probably just an
excuse to not hang around anyway). My wife,
fortunately enough, had also left early to go to
work, leaving us a note suggesting that we play
tennis or take a walk. We ended up doing the walk,
along a somewhat wooded and secluded path in an
area near our house. While walking uphill on the
way back, I put my arm around her. I meant it to
be taken as a friendly gesture of help, although I
had ulterior motives. To my genuine surprise, she
stopped and looked up at me with an expression
that I interpreted as sexual desire. This time
when I leaned down to kiss her, she did not push
away. She kissed me back, fully and with some
passion. We stood there alone amonst the trees
kissing for several minutes before continuing our
walk back to the house. Strangely, there was not
much in the way of acknowledgement of what had
just happened. But perhaps also strangely, there
was not any of the awkward uncomfortableness from
a year earlier.

Back at the house, we both showered. Separately.
After showering and getting dressed, however, I
found Malou in the guestroom. She was also
showered and dressed, standing at the bed having
packed her extra clothes into a small duffel bag.
I walked up behind her and asked if she was ready
to go. She replied that she was pretty much ready,
but looked back over her shoulder at me with
another encouraging expression. Needing only that
much encouragement, I put my arms around her waist
from behind and leaned over her shoulder to kiss
her. While we kissed, she wrapped her hands around
mine, helping me to hold her close. She smelled
incredible and the taste of her lips and tongue
were like a dream. Her long black hair was still
damp and I can still clearly recall the sweet
fruity smell of her shampoo. As the kissing became
more and more intense, my hands began to caress
her stomach, slowly inching up toward her breasts.

I half expected her to pull away from me when I
got that far, but in fact she only seemed to be
getting hotter. Finally, my hands were cupping her
breasts through her light cotton shirt. She was
wearing a bra underneath, but I could very clearly
feel her hard nipples through the layers of cloth.
We continued to kiss, by this time our tongues
exploring deeply, while I unbuttoned her shirt. I
fondled her breasts some more through just the
bra, which I recall was beige and very thin. It
was very easy for me to pull the bra cups down
under the breasts, finally exposing her gorgeous
nipples. I broke the kiss at this point, turned
her around and eased her back onto the bed. Seeing
her there at that moment, her smoldering eyes
looking at me so passionately... seeing her small
breasts with very dark brown nipples the size of
cherries... I was overcome with lust. It was not
long before each of those cherries had been
thoroughly tasted. Malou seemed to be far more
turned on by having her nipples sucked than my
wife ever was. There were a few more minutes of
kissing, all over her body, during which both of
us gradually shed our clothing.

Through all of this, not a word was said. It was
an almost out-of-body experience for me when it
suddenly dawned on me how amazing it was that was
really having sex with Malou. Her legs were
wrapped around me and I was sliding in and out of
her, kissing all over her face, shoulders and
chest, her head resting in one of my hands. After
several years of growing fantasies, this was
really happening. It was almost like a dream.

We made love for about 45 minutes that morning.
Afterward, we both showered again, this time not
separately, and again got dressed. I took her
home, a one hour drive during which we were both
mostly quiet. I started to worry again what the
repercussions of this might be. It worried me a
little that she was not talking about it, but then
again she did not seem very uncomfortable. By the
time I dropped her off at home, we were talking
and acting as if nothing had happened.

The year and a half which followed that day was a
strange and amazing time. Many times during that
stretch my wife and I met Malou and her husband.
Through a series of dinners, a baseball game and a
variety of other afternoons or evenings spent all
together, there was no outward indication that
anything unusual had happened. However, also
during that time Malou and I had sex nearly a
dozen times. Each time was intensely passionate,
but without conversation. It was almost as if we
thought that by not talking about it, we could
enjoy this passion without making it "real" enough
to affect our lives. For my part I can say that I
was quiet simply because she was. I did not want
to do anything to break the miracle of those
events.

Looking back, I can see how our sex became a
little more and more daring as time went on.

One time when I was at their house to help them
lay some tile in the kitchen and her husband left
to pick up something for us to eat, Malou had me
unzipped and was sucking my cock before he had
even backed out of the driveway. There was a
thrill of panic and adventure as I was cumming in
her mouth while hearing their garage door opening
up. I got into the bathroom safely before the
husband was in the house and all was ok.

Another time, my wife and I were at their house
for a birthday party. It was Malou's sister's
birthday. Her whole family was there, along with
some friends, hanging out in their huge backyard.
Early in the party it was discovered that Malou's
mom had forgotten to bring some of the food. It
was the pancit, a Filipino noodle dish which is,
by the way, really delicous. Unfortunately, her
mom and sister began to argue over whose
responsibility it had been to bring the pancit.
Malou, instantly stressed by that, said she would
drive over and get it. My wife actually suggested
that I drive her over, probably thinking that I
could help calm Malou down so that the party
didn't become ruined by the sudden stress. Of
course, I did in fact help calm Malou down. We had
sex on her mom's living room couch. It was fast
but intense, as we did not want to arouse
suspicions by taking too long. She seemed pretty
calm after that.

Although there were so many hot sexual experiences
over the past few years, I will finish by telling
you about the one which was the most amazing...
the one which sounds too daring to have really
happened but did...

It was another Saturday morning. Saturday mornings
were a typical time for Malou and I to do
something together, since my wife always worked on
Saturdays and because her husband liked to spend
his Saturday mornings doing gardening, yardwork or
other chores. On this particular Saturday, Malou
and I had played tennis. It was a perfect
California summer day. There had been nothing
sexual said or done at any time before or during
the tennis game. We had talked about miscellaneous
family or work things. When we returned to her
house, her husband was in the backyard
disassembling a large, old brick firepit which was
a remnant from some owner of the house decades
before. As was usual, I went to take a shower
before heading out. When I came out of the shower,
I found Malou in the kitchen talking on the
telephone. She was evidently talking to either her
sister or her mom, based on the "put upon"
expression on her face, leaning on the kitchen
counter continuously saying "ohhh... wow... oh
no... wow..." She smiled at me and silently
mouthed an offer of a diet coke. I grabbed a coke
and leaned against another counter while drinking
it and listening relaxed to the more boring side
of the telephone conversation. I could see her
husband well back in the backyard digging and
moving big old bricks. I was glad I was inside
with the cold soft drink and not out there
sweating in the sun. Malou kept looking back at
me, as if to make sure I was doing ok, giving me
an expression that said "help," all the time
dutifully listening and making supportive comments
on the phone. Then Malou used her free hand to
pull her shorts down several inches. Still leaning
forward onto the counter in front of me, her naked
butt was facing right toward me. I stared at that
for a few moments, quite surprised at the
unexpected move. Then I saw that Malou was looking
back at me with just the barest hint of a smile. I
looked back at her and considered how risky it
might be to do something at this point. I could
see her husband out the kitchen window. He was at
least 50 feet away (they have a huge backyard, big
enough for another house to have been built
there). On the positive side, that meant that if
we were there at the window, we would have plenty
of warning if he decided to head back into the
house. On the negative side, it meant doing
something right there at the window where he could
potentially see us. I took the next step by
walking over to stand next to Malou. I looked out
the window with the diet coke in my left hand and
started to rub her buns with my right hand. She
was still a bit damp with perspiration, still
having not showered after the tennis. But, pushing
my hand down to farther, her pussy seemed to be
damp for other reasons. We stood like this for
several minutes, me rubbing Malou's pussy from
behind while she leaned on her elbows talking on
the phone. My eyes were pretty constantly glued to
watching her husband. If he could see us at all, I
was sure it did not look suspicious from outside.
And, the more I thought about it, the more I did
not think he would be able to see us clearly
anyway. It was bright outside and dark inside, and
there was a screen in the window. This line of
thinking, along with the growing erection in my
shorts, was making me feel bolder and bolder.

Finally, I set the empty coke can down on the
counter and stood behind Malou. I pulled her
shorts and panties all the way down, letting them
fall to the floor around her feet. Malou smiled
but just kept on talking on the phone. She steped
out of the shorts with one foot, allowing her legs
to be a bit farther apart. I took this as an
invitation to go farther. I pulled my own shorts
down, allowing my cock to finally spring to full
erection. It was rock hard, warm and red by now. I
positioned myself behind her and moved my cock
around, probing for her pussy. Malou abliged by
leaning farther forward onto the counter and
pushing her butt up. She was so wet and I was so
hard that it was not difficult at all to slip
myself inside her. I did it slowly so as not to
alert either her husband or her telephone
companion. Slowly, I fucked her like that from
behind. As I initially pushed deeper into her, she
did let out occasional moans. Fortunately, due to
the nature of the phonecall, they just sounded
like supportive "mmmmmmm"s and "ohhhh"s. We got a
good rhythm going and we kept fucking like that
for minutes and minutes. It was by far the most
unlikely thing I have ever done in my life. As I
was sliding my cock in and out, I was acutely
aware of the amazingness of the situation. Fucking
my wife's best friend after years of fantasizing
about it... while she spoke to her mom or sister
on the phone and with her husband within our view.
When I felt that I was getting ready to explode, I
began pumping her faster. Malou then said "hold on
a second" and pressed the hold button on her
phone. She then just leaned flat against the
counter while I fucked her as hard as I could. A
minute later, my cum was shooting into her. She
was more sweaty than before and I was again
perspiring strongly. A few minutes later, her
shorts were pulled back up and I was sitting in
the living room trying to cool off with a fresh
can of coke, flipping through channels on the TV.
When her husband finally came in, he was oblivious
to what had happened. He said in the living room
with a bottle of water and talked to me for some
time about the fascinating details of brick
removal. Malou eventually was finally free of her
phonecall and joined us, sitting near me on the
couch, telling us briefly of the woes of her
sister. The three of us chatted like this few a
while. Everything seemed perfectly happy and
normal. I found myself admiring the beauty of this
woman whom I had just had sex with. She hates it
when she is referred to as "exotic" looking, but
in fact she seemed very much an exotic beauty. Her
slightly dark skin, her slightly Asian eyes, her
dark brown lips. The delicate breasts, which I
could not see now but which I had tasted so many
times.

That was far and away the most amazing of our
experiences, but it was not the most recent. All
in all, we have fucked or otherwise had some
sexual contact nearly a dozen times over a 5 year
period. In-between these were months of very
normal life, as if the sex had never happened. And
throughout it all and even to this day, hardly any
words have been exchanged between us about this. I
do not even know for sure what Malou really thinks
about all of it. I have not forgotten that there
is danger involved and I am not sure how long this
will be able to continue. But at least I have the
memories of experiences which would have one time
been beyond my farthest expectations.