Vegas on the sneak with best friend's wife [mf] | 2016

Here’s another in my series of vaguely fucked-up erotic reminiscences.

I’d just started to come into some serious money in my new job brand new fancy German car, etc , couldn’t spend it fast enough - and my gf was spending a year finishing her master’s degree before coming to join me. So I was lonely and spending a lot of time on the internet with friends.

About a year ago my buddy had married a gal he’d been with for 8 years - I’d been his best man, my gf in the wedding party - and they were usually on IM. His wife had always been very open chatting about sex, when he was present or behind his back, and sometimes we’d look at sexy heels and lingerie together on the internet and tell each other what we liked about it. One day, years before they married, she was chatting about being fat and she sent me a quick snap of herself from the top, tits poking out through a white tank top, belly lapping over her laptop trackpad where it sat on her lap, panties clearly not on, but instead, beside her on their couch. I teased her about sending me a horny pic, but I also kept it - still have it in fact.

Over the years, my buddy requested pics of various gfs, which I supplied, and every so often he’d send me a lingerie shot of his girl, who we’ll call Jane. However, after they married he quit doing it. One day she sent me one of the shots he had already sent me and I dropped that I’d seen that pic a couple years ago, but that Ben, her man, had never sent me any nudes.

“That’s because he doesn’t have any,” she said.

“I wish he did, because I’d like to see one!”

“OK, just a minute” and a few minutes later she’d taken a few cellphone snaps of some old developed-film pics from a vacation she’d taken years before, topless, tiny panties, and stretched out over a furred bed in some crazy old Western-themed hotel room. She looked great and I told her so, and I told her in great detail how I was getting off to them. She encouraged me and pretty soon I had a mess to clean up.

A few days later I talked her into making up a lie and going to Vegas with me for a 3-day weekend. I rented a tub suite in the Mandalay Bay and as soon as she got in I had her bent over the marble sink, pushing my hands up in between her legs to feel her wet. I knew she and Ben were trying to conceive - having trouble, too - and she wasn’t on birth control so I didn’t penetrate her just then. Did get naked, she took one look and said “Wow, you’re bigger than Ben.” (True; I’d seen his dick at the bachelor party, two little blonde strippers working it like champs. I have about 2 inches on him.)

We got into the tub together, I played with her tits, she started getting splashy and silly, drinking the chilled vodka I’d brought up to the room - and suddenly she just moved forward on her knees and climbed onto me and we were fucking. It was slow and fun and I felt no pressure to come, just filling her with my cock, deep and stiff, imagining trying to touch the back of her navel with it.

Eventually I pushed her off, got out, dried off, and handed her some lacy lingerie and heels I’d bought for her. While she got out and dried off I set up a cam and recorded the best blowjob of my entire life - she cupped my balls, stroked my chest and belly lovingly, all the while doing a nice slow swirl on my cockhead, every so often bobbing her head to take most of my shaft. Finally I couldn’t take it, flipped her on her front - there’s a funny moment on the vid where she thinks I want her ass and start to protest - and then a few minutes of face down, ass up thrusting. I pulled out politely and dumped my load all over her ass; in retrospect looking at the vid she was disappointed.

However, we got it on over the next few days - drunk the whole time, gambling - craps, went to Zumanity, bought her some more lace and heels and big hoop earrings and slutty dresses and handbags and fucked her every way I could think of in her new belongings. The last couple times we fucked bareback I didn’t bother pulling out, just creamed her up good. Probably fucked her 20 times - up against the Strip-view window, every way you can do it in a bed, 69, bent over the table, bent over the bed, bent over the sink, bent over the TV, bent over the weird S shaped couch they had - she has long, firm, lean legs and I loved getting in between them from the back while she stood on them in heels.

9 months later they had a kid. He looks more and more like me every year. And when my own wife left me a few years later, Ben was there for me - and when I had a bad breakup a few years after that, he was there for me again.

I’m at a point in my life where my absolutely shitty behavior to people I care about has kind of reached a head, and my therapist is trying to help me be a better person. This is not one of those stories; it’s one of the other ones. But it was possibly the most erotic time I’ve ever had.