How I Began An Affair With My Best Friend's Wife [m/f/m] | 2016

Before I get started, this is the story about how my year-long affair with my best friend's wife began. This first part is our initial threesome. I've shied away from using names, but hopefully you'll still be able to follow it.

After college I moved away from the city and came back to the town I had grown up in, and found that little had changed in my absence. There were a few more businesses, one stoplight had grown to three or four, and the high school I had gone to was torn down and rebuilt anew. I felt like a new person, I had changed a lot since leaving, but coming back to a sense of familiarity was a welcome change. I had originally planned to find a small apartment or house to rent while getting work, but my best friend from high school had bought a house with his new wife and was already having a hard time with the bills, so he offered to rent out the guest bedroom at a better rate than I'd get anywhere else, and I accepted.

My buddy was a pretty mild mannered guy, raised on christian values and a southern education. He had married a girl he met while installing air conditioners at a local business, barely a year after they started dating. She was 2-3 years older and of a similar christian upbringing, the result of which ensured neither would have pre-marital sex, which may explain the jump to get married so quickly.

She wasn't thrilled having a roommate, but times were tough so she relented. There were a few rules to follow, let them know beforehand if I was having company, take it easy on the weekdays since they both had to be up early. They promised to be coy and try to give a heads up when they were about to be making love, and I said I'd get out of the house when they needed their privacy.

I kept to myself mostly, I worked a side job and spent most of the nights away from the house at local bars. Trying not to overstay my welcome. It was coming home from one of these bar hops that I interrupted one of their lovemaking sessions. Well, interrupted isn't the best word, because they certainly didn't hear me come in. I realized quickly she was getting fucked, vigorously, and I was listening to her lust-filled moans. It was hot, I was 3/4 drunk, so I laid back on my bed and started rubbing one out, feeling that it was just harmless. They finished well before I did, but I could still hear them talking dirty to each other, and realized why they wanted me out while they made love, I could hear everything. When I finished I shot off a load that leapt across the room, and landed on my pants (without my knowledge). I got up and went to my bathroom, washed my hands and straightened up, then went outside to smoke a cigarette.

When I came out of my room I found myself looking directly at her (nearly) nude body. All she had one was a pair of underwear, and she was leaning over the sink and filling up a glass of water, so her breasts were dangling down like pears. Her nipples were slightly bigger than usual, but they matched her tits perfectly. She was slightly overweight, in a curvy way, and even in her underwear I could tell she had an amazing ass, though I was looking at the side of her. I let out an "Oh shit" and covered my eyes while she yelled out in surprise. I went back in my room and heard her run down the hall.

A little while later I heard him come down the hall, obviously feeling very awkward. He told me they didn't know I was home and she was held up in her room crying because she didn't know how much I had heard, and that I was the only other man that had seen her naked since she was a kid. Overreacting as women were prone to do. We laughed about it, and each went back to our rooms.

(halfway to the character limit and haven't gotten to the bulk so I'm going to skip ahead)

Things were a lot better after that, we were all more friendly and she started drinking a glass of wine with us at night. For the first time she started to feel like a friend and not just my best friends girl. We were more open, and one night in particular things were different. I had heard them having sex that morning, and caught a wake-up jerk from it, and we were talking about different things we did in bed. They were asking me what was the wildest I had done (I left out some of the bi stuff), and then she asked if I had a threesome before. I confessed that I had, leaving out some details (like the fact the guy was bi), and she confessed they had talked about it, and agreed she would have a fmf threesome if he had a mfm, but they couldn't find anyone willing. Feeling artificially brave, I asked "Still interested?" and she blushed, with him laughing and saying "No comment.", and that was the end of that for the night. Well, fourth of July weekend was upon us and, that friday night we were drinking and he starts asking me all sorts of extremely personal questions: Had I ever had an STD? How many girls had I been with since being back? When was the last time I had been tested or had been in for a checkup? Was I sure the girl I had been seeing was clean? Finally I asked him what was up, and he came out and said "She agreed to the threesome, she's comfortable with it if you are."

I took a second to think of her nearly-perfect breasts and voluptuous ass, and asked him when.

"This weekend."

So we talked about it, laid down the rules. Full penetration was on the table, anal was not. No kissing, and her safe word was Safe. One other big thing was not to cum in her, on her, or on the sheets if I could help it. That didn't leave much, but full penetration was on and I didn't have to wrap it, so the date was set.

The day of I was all jitters. It was weird going into this with a friend, one who I didn't know how comfortable he would be with it, and a girl who I wasn't sure how willing she was. Me and him undressed in the bathroom, down to our boxers, and after a nervous laugh we headed inside. She was sitting on the bed with the blanket held up, covering her pussy and tummy, but her breasts were hanging there perfectly. She gave me a smile, and seeing her like that sent the blood gushing to my dick, but I didn't want to move first, so I followed her husbands lead. We walked to the edge of the bed and took our underwear off, each holding our cocks in our hand, and the look on her face when she saw my cock was satisfying to say the least. My friend was small, 3-4 max, while I was 7, 8 on a good day, and in good shape from hitting the gym all the time in the city (read my last story to find out why). With us on display she followed, getting up on her knees and spreading her legs slowly, pulling the sheet back. She came forward, taking her husbands cock in one hand, kissing him intimately, and as I reached up and took her breast into my hand I felt her hand on my cock, giving me the softest stroke. I practically melted in her hand. After a few strokes on each of us she got down on all fours and took his dick in her mouth, sucking him off for a few seconds before pulling off of him and going to me. As soon as my cock was in her mouth she started circling the tip with her tongue, all around the head of my shaft, then took it as far into her mouth as she could, coating it in spit before sucking it clean off. She alternated our cocks, sucking them each with greed, before he pushed her onto her back and, without looking at me, said "You go first."

I climbed onto the bed and kneeled in front of her, placing my hands on her thighs and slowly pushing them apart while she looked up at me, biting her lip. Her dirty blonde hair was in her eyes, down practically to her tits, and without thinking I brushed it away and took her nipple into my mouth, suckling it while I spread her legs further apart. This must have been the ticket, because I felt her hands on me, pulling me closer, before reaching for my cock and lining it up with her wet, dripping pussy. She was ready, and as soon as I entered her she left out the kind of moan I had heard so many times before, that I had masturbated to. As soon as I got started we were both way too into it. I leaned over her, one hand playing with her breasts, but soon enough we were lost in the humping. She wrapped her legs around me, hooking me in, and I lay on top of her, burying my face in her neck and breaking the rule on kissing as I thrust between her legs. She was humping my cock, riding it like I've never felt before, while her husband knelt next to us, jerking off. I blocked him out and just focused on the feeling of her body against mine, thrusting herself onto my cock, and all the things she was whispering in my ear. "Fuck my pussy, take me, own me." and all variations in between.

Finally her husband crowded in, and I sat back up while he waved his cock in her face, until she finally took it into her mouth and started sucking him off while I fucked her. I've never seen a girl more into it, her hands squeezing her breasts, her mouth stuffed with cock, her pussy being vigorously fucked. I couldn't picture the christian girl I had come to know.

I felt myself about to blow and told her, pulling out and jacking my cock off to completion. I was barely thinking, but as I game thick ropes of semen shot out of me and onto her, on the mound of her pussy, her thigh, her belly, all the places I promised I wouldn't. I froze as though a gun had gone off. She took his cock out of her mouth, looked down at the damage and laughed, wiping it away with the bedsheet.

"My turn." He said, seeing I had finished, and I got out of the way for him to climb on, immediately picking up where I had left off and going at her frantically. I slipped off to the bathroom, wiping myself off and catching my breath, not realizing fully what had just happened. When I finally came out he had already finished and was laying on top of her, and I grabbed my boxers and left, walking to my room and immediately getting into the shower.

I didn't know it yet, but I had started something that would go on for the next two years.