An afternoon with a friend

(This story is a sequel to "[Two couples live out their fantasy](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/195elt1/two_couples_live_out_their_fantasy_part_2_of_2/).")

"Bye bye," my wife Van said, kissing me on the lips and patting me gently on the balls. I kissed her back and squeezed her butt. She walked out toward the front door, pausing to give her best friend Rachel a hug on the way out.

"Don't break his balls," Van said to Rachel. "I need those balls."

"I'll just bang em up a little bit," Rachel said. "Good," Van nodded, and walked out the door to where Rachel's husband Gabe was waiting in his car. I watched her long brown legs swinging on the way out, and I thought that Gabe was in for quite a treat today.

It had been four months since my wife and I had had a foursome with our friends at a house by the beach. The idea was that after we had kids, we couldn't do shenanigans like that. It was supposed to be the last hurrah. But now that both Van and Rachel were two months pregnant, we decided it was safe to do a little more swinging until the babies arrived. All four of us are into ballbusting, and we all get along great, so it was kind of a perfect match.

I thought about Van and what she would be doing with Gabe back at his and Rachel's house, or wherever they decided to go. I felt a little pang of jealousy, not because I was possessive, but because I'd be missing out on the fun. Then again, Gabe must feel the same way about me having fun with his wife over here.

"Welcome, Rach," I said. "Hey Jim," she answered with a smile. I mixed some drinks for us. Hers had no alcohol, of course. I handed her her drink and we clinked glasses. "To parenthood," I said.

Rachel, like Van, is very pretty. They're both slim, with high cheekbones, big beautiful eyes, and long legs. Rachel is about three inches shorter than Van. She's white, very pale, with intense blue eyes and dark brown wavy hair down to her shoulders. We were all pretty smart, but Rachel was probably the smartest out of the four of us. She actually had a math PhD, though now she worked in software.

Rachel and I stood around and caught up a bit on life. She's been Van's best friend since junior high, but she and I had only really become friends since we did the foursome. Rachel is the only woman I've had sex with in the last five years, since Van and I got together. But I didn't feel any romantic feelings for her, and I hadn't gotten bored with my wife at all. Rachel and I just enjoyed our chill, laid-back friendship. Which occasionally involved her inflicting pain on my testicles.

I set down my drink and walked around behind Rachel. I reached my hands up to her pale shoulders and started giving her a massage. She gave a little sigh of pleasure. Her free hand snaked back and felt around for my balls. She found them and squeezed them through my shorts as I massaged her. I made a little grunt.

"I'm glad your balls still work, after that kicking you took at the beach house," she said.

"No thanks to you," I laughed. "You put them through the ringer."

"You deserved every minute of it," Rachel said, squeezing a little harder and making me gasp slightly.

"Come over here," I suggested. "I'll give you a massage on the sofa."

Rachel put down her drink and agreed, taking her hand off my crotch for now. I guided her over to the sofa and lay her face down. I started massaging her back through her blouse. She made sounds of pleasure as I did. I tried to take off her blouse so I could massage her bare skin.

"No," she said. "You have to earn the right to take that off."

"How do I earn that?", I asked.

Rachel turned over on her back and looked up at me with a devilish grin. "By taking ball hits, of course," she said.

"Sounds fair," I agreed with a grin. "One hit per article of clothing?" She was wearing a turquoise blouse and tight jeans.

Rachel nodded. "First, you can have my blouse in exchange for a slap."

"Cheap!", I snorted.

"Fine, two slaps," said Rachel, putting her hand on her hip.

"That's more fair," I said. I stood with my legs apart. "I'm ready."

Rachel got a gleam in her eye. She looked into my eyes and swung her hand up between my legs. It whacked into my sack, and I felt a sharp jolt of pain. "Oof!", I grunted.

Before I could recover, Rachel swung her hand up again and made contact with my already hurting balls. The pain doubled. I whimpered and fell to my knees, holding myself. Rachel ruffled my hair condescendingly.

"So how have things been going at work?", she asked. "Pretty good," I grunted through clenched teeth, fighting the pain. "We're about to launch in a couple weeks, so I've been pretty busy."

After a minute I could get up again. Rachel turned around and let me unbutton her turquoise blouse. I tossed it on a chair. Her bra was black and lacey underneath.

"How about that massage?", she asked. We went back to the sofa and I started massaging her back, feeling the warm contact with her pale skin. We chatted about work, and movies, and other everyday stuff.

My hands moved down and I massaged Rachel's butt through her jeans. She and Van both had very nice round butts.

"Want to take off my jeans?", Rachel asked.

"What'll it cost me?", I answered.

"A kick," she said softly into the sofa cushion.

"OK," I said. "No toes though." She agreed.

I let her back up. Her bare stomach was very pretty. You couldn't see any baby bump at all yet. But I knew there was a kid in there, so I was going to avoid roughhousing with her at all.

I arranged my slightly tender balls so they were hanging down straight, then spread my legs and put my hands on my head. Rachel lifted up one knee and lined up her foot with my balls. I tensed up in anticipation. Then she snapped her foot forward and the arch slammed up into my most vulnerable organs.

This time I went down immediately. I toppled into a fetal position, holding my balls and trying to fight the pain. Rach bent down, slapping me on my lower back. That does help the pain a little bit, for some reason. I must have laid there for five minutes before I was able to get back on my feet. Rach helped me up. I stood bent over, with my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. My crotch was still on fire.

"Well done," Rachel said. "I think your balls are getting tougher." I just shook my head and tried to clear it.

After another couple of minutes, I straightened up. Rachel came and leaned back against me, pressing her butt against my dick and grinding it a bit. I started to get aroused, even though the pressure also sent a small wave of pain through my busted balls. I reached around and cupped her breasts through her bra, massaging gently.

Rachel undid the button of her jeans. She pushed them down over her hips, still slowly moving her ass against my crotch. I decided to take over. I knelt down and pulled her jeans down her legs. She stepped out of them. She was wearing a black thong that matched the bra.

The pale round cheeks of her butt were right in my face. I reached up and massaged them with both hands. She sighed. Then, deciding to tease her, I grabbed the sides of her thong and pulled it down to her thighs.

"Aaack!", Rachel shouted. Her hands shot down to cover herself. I gave her a slap on her now completely bare butt. She whirled around with a huge grin on her face.

"Oh your balls are fuuuucked," she said. I stepped back and covered my balls with my hands, making a "gotcha" face at Rachel.

Instead of pulling her thong back up, Rachel simply took it off completely. Her pussy was pale and shaved and beautiful, and her bare hips and slender legs really rounded out the whole picture.

Rachel picked her blouse up off the floor and put it back on. She was now bottomless. I thought that was a very sexy style. I would have to get Van to try that.

The now bottomless Rachel walked toward me with a big grin on her pretty face. I covered my balls and my erection with my hands. "Don't hurt me," I squeaked.

Rachel put her hands on my shoulders and stared up into my eyes. "Take off your pants, Jim," she said.

I did as I was told, reaching down and stripping out of my shorts. Rachel then pulled down my boxer briefs, leaving me also naked from the waist down. Then she straightened up and looked into my eyes. Her hands went down to my hips and she traced her fingers along my skin.

I knew what was coming next. In a lightning motion, Rachel grabbed my balls in her hand. My breath got very quick and my eyes went wide. I put my hands on her bare hips, bracing myself for the Rachel Grab.

Rachel didn't squeeze my balls hard. She didn't really squeeze them at all. Instead she held them gently, but she moved her thumb all over my balls, pressing to find the most sensitive spots. When she found a sensitive spot, she applied pressure with her thumb while she rolled it around.

Pain shot through my whole lower body. I was paralyzed. I made little whimpering sounds and I felt my knees start to go weak. Rachel kept pressing her thumb on the most vulnerable parts of my testicles, first the left one and then the right. With her other hand she idly traced patterns on my chest.

I reached down to clutch the hand that was hurting my balls, but I didn't try to pull her away. I just held on pitifully while my legs got weaker and weaker. This whole time, my dick was sticking straight out toward Rachel like a cannon. I stroked her bare hips and butt as she tortured me.

"Please," I begged softly, even though part of me was loving this treatment. Rachel shook her head. "You exposed my vagina without permission," she said. "Now your balls have to pay the price."

My knees finally gave way and I sank to the carpet. She followed me down, still holding on to my scrotum. When I was lying on the floor, she gave my balls a quick, sharp squeeze, and then stood back up. I just whimpered and writhed on the floor. Rachel prodded my still erect dick with her bare foot, rolling it around. It felt great, despite the agony in my nuts.

While I rolled around on the ground, Rachel went over to make us some ice cream sundaes. I watched her from the floor. Even in my ballbusted state, I was able to appreciate a hot bottomless woman.

Rachel came back and helped me up onto the sofa. I lay back with my legs wide open. She sat down next to me and handed me my ice cream. We ate together. The ice cream was amazing, and helped distract me from the agony in my lower body.

She finished hers first. While I finished up, she reached over and grabbed my dick. I immediately got hard again. She stroked me gently.

"Are you looking forward to being a dad?", she asked me.

"I'm kind of terrified," I admitted, breathing heavily. "How about you? Are you looking forward to being a mom?"

"Yeah," she said. "Actually I really am. It's going to be great."

I reached my hand over and put it between my friend's bare legs, caressing her pussy. "This girl's gonna get a workout," I said.

"She'll be fine," Rachel said. "She's tough. A million times tougher than your balls."

"That's true," I agreed. "You're really kicking my balls' ass today."

"Am I rougher than Van?", she asked. "About the same," I answered after thinking about it.

Suddenly I reached climax, and my semen shot up and landed on our thighs. We laughed and went to clean it up.

Afterward, we stayed bottomless. It was fun that way. We sat next to each other on the couch and watched a little bit of TV while our bare thighs pressed together. My balls were still in recovery mode from the Rachel Grab and other busts.

We were watching some superhero movie, and some woman kicked a superhero in his balls. He bent over and held himself. Rachel threw her arms up in the air and yelled "Goal!!!" I laughed. Then she swung one hand down and smacked my bare balls. I shouted in pain, and leaned against her. She ruffled my hair affectionately.

I covered my balls with one hand, and with the other I started to slowly undo the buttons on Rachel's turquoise blouse. She let me. I slipped off her blouse and tossed it on the floor, then started to undo her bra. She let me fumble around for a minute, then reached back and took it off herself. Rachel has nice breasts, though quite a bit smaller than my wife's. Her nipples are a very pale pink.

I took off my shirt too, so we were both completely naked on the couch. I reached over and rubbed her belly. It was still flat, but the knowledge that there was a baby in there made it feel somehow different.

Rachel turned off the TV, and slid off the couch. She knelt in front of me on the floor. I covered my balls but she pulled my hands away. Then she put my dick in her mouth and began to move back and forth, while holding onto my nuts with her other hand.

We had all agreed not to have intercourse with the other spouse while the women were pregnant. There was a very small chance of conceiving twins, and we wanted to play it completely safe. Anything else was OK, though.

I reached over and massaged Rachel's scalp gently as she blew me. At the same time, she rolled my balls around in her hand, giving them occasional squeezes. I was no stranger to the ballbusting blowjob. I accepted the nauseating pain along with the pleasure. It became hard to tell the difference between the two.

I came in Rachel's mouth, and she swallowed. Giving my balls one last painful squeeze, she got up to go wash. I watched her pale naked body saunter across my living room.

She didn't immediately come back. I got up to join her in the kitchen. We had a second round of drinks, without putting any of our clothes back on.

"That was heavenly," I said. "Thank you."

"Am I still sexy?" she asked me suddenly.

"Fuck yeah," I said, looking her naked body up and down. "You're the second sexiest woman I know."

She laughed. "Sometimes I feel so un-sexy," she said. "You know what I mean." She gestured at her stomach.

"What, because you're pregnant?", I asked. She nodded. "I just feel like being a mom isn't hot," she said. "And it's going to get worse once the baby comes."

I walked over to her and rubbed her bare shoulders. I looked down at her beautiful nude body. "Rach, if I were allowed to, I would tap that ass so hard right now."

"Tap that ass?", she laughed. "Are you from the past?" But she was grinning, and I think she liked what I was saying.

"Van and I still have great sex almost every day," I said. "And she's pregnant too."

"Yeah, but she's pregnant with your child," Rachel said. "That's different."

"Did anyone ever tell you that you really overthink things?", I asked, kissing her on the forehead.

She smiled sweetly. Then she kissed me on the mouth. biting my lip hungrily. I returned the kiss. She lifted one bare leg up between my legs, pressing her knee up against my balls. I made no attempt to protect myself.

She jerked her knee down and up, giving me a soft knee to the nuts. A hard knee would have destroyed me. This was enough to double me over and make me lean on the counter for support.

"Did anyone ever tell you that your gonads are really weak and vulnerable?", she teased.

"I think you and my wife may have demonstrated that fact many times," I grunted.

Rachel pulled me into the living room by my balls, and put on some music. We slow-danced in the nude, twirling each other around. I warily kept an eye out for possible ballbusts, but she spared me this time. Afterwards, I took her back over to the sofa and massaged her some more, this time skin to skin.

I was getting very aroused again. I trailed my erection over her naked butt, and gave her little teasing brushes on her inner thighs. She was getting wet.

Rachel turned over on her back. I bent my head down and licked her breasts. She sighed. I wanted to fuck her right there, but we had agreed not to. Instead, I pulled her up, then lay down on the couch and pulled her on top of me in a 69 position.

I licked Rachel between her legs while she put my dick in her mouth. As we pleasured each other, she gave my balls little slaps and flicks. It was amazing, but I managed to hold out this time. Instead, I focused on pleasuring Rachel. I reached my hands down to pinch her nipples.

Finally, after I thought my balls couldn't take any more, Rachel shuddered and made a high-pitched moan. Her whole body shook for almost a minute. She arched her back. Then she unleashed a powerful smack on my balls, and rubbed her hand quickly up and down my shaft at the same time. I gave a howl, but I also came, blasting Rachel in the face.

Rachel turned around and spooned with me on the sofa. I tried not to think about all the cleaning up we'd have to do before Van got back.

I stroked Rachel gently between her legs. "I really got you where it counts," I said.

"That's my line," she said.

"Don't worry," I said. "You're going to be a hot mom. A hot ballbusting mom. The second hottest in town." She laughed.

We cleaned up and got dressed. We chatted a bit more, and then Van came back. She found us in the kitchen, eating cheese and charcuterie. My wife looked flushed, and her skin glowed.

"Oh my God, swinging is amazing," she said. "Isn't it?", Rachel asked. They hugged and kissed each other on the cheek.

"By the way, you have to drive back," Van said, handing Rachel the keys to Gabe's car. "Gabe didn't want to drive back out here. Sitting in the car hurts his balls."

She and Rachel laughed at Gabe's situation. I covered my balls instinctively with one hand.

Rachel hugged me and gave me a goodbye kiss on the cheek, and then she left. Van and I stood in the kitchen. She grabbed a bit of cheese and ham and put it on a cracker.

"So...what did you guys do?", Van asked.

"Well, mostly she walked around bottomless," I said smiling. "It was a very good look for her. You should try it sometime."

Lavanya reached down and undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Then she pulled off her red thong and stood there naked from the waist down. "Like this?", she asked.

I drank in the sight of her long lanky brown legs, her smooth hips, and her smooth brown pussy. "Yeah, like that," I said. "But you wear it better."

She strutted forward, swaying her hips. I was hypnotized. She kissed me, undoing my pants and dropping them and my underwear to the floor. She wrapped her hand around my balls as we kissed, squeezing gently to figure out how sore my balls were. I squirmed and gasped a little. They were still pretty sore.

"Did my friend give your nuts a workout?", she asked.

"She's my friend too," I protested, kissing Van's neck and running my hands over her round bare ass. Van briefly squeezed harder, and I gasped. "And yes, she did," I said quickly.

"Good," Van murmured. "I just hope she left a little for me."

Then my wife turned and pulled me by my captive balls, walking toward our bedroom.

"Come on," she said. "Let's see what you've got left in the tank."

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(THE END)

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