My Wife had me and then my friend (Part 1) - true story which I have never told before! Nervous to write part 2 but will if you want it.

Recently my best friend has been hanging out at our house a lot, drinking, watching tv, going to bars, chilling. We all enjoy hanging out together, especially me and my best friend, but I think my wife genuinely enjoys the three of us hanging out and having some laughs like we do.

Now usually my wife doesn’t like to have sex whilst guests are in the next room in case it makes them uncomfortable, to add to that my best friend is also single, and hasn’t had any kind of sex for months and months, which he hasn’t been shy to tell us about in detail.

One night however, following some drinks in the lounge, the three of us headed upstairs to bed, his room is just across the hallway from ours. I could tell my wife was tipsy from the way she was acting, constantly giving me the eyes whilst we were all chatting on the sofa, a glass of wine in her hand. For context my wife is in her mid twenties, slim but with big boobs, and a nice slim stomach and curvy hips that lead to a nice round ass.

I said good night to my friend, and watched as he closed his bedroom door, then I walked across the hall and entered our bedroom to find my wife stood at the foot of the bed, wearing a silk black night gown, tied at the middle. I knew she was naked underneath due to her stiff nipples pressing against the thin fabric.

Before I knew it she pushed me onto the bed and tore off my shorts, taking my already semi hard dick into her hand. Without hesitation, she began sucking me, slowly, sensually. At times she would take me deep down her throat until her eyes were bulging, her spit blowing into bubbles around the head of my shaft. Believing due to her rule of no sex whilst guests were over, that this would be all I was getting, I prepared to finish, but just at that moment she straddled me. Undoing the thin silly belt of her night gown, she guided my cock into her already wet pussy, and slid down it slowly, this caused me to moan, so she pressed the palm of her hand against my mouth and began to grind, her boobs covered in goosebumps, her nipples stiff and erect, her lips parted and eyes squeezed shut as she rode back and forth. As I began to moan again, she scowled in a whisper, “shut the fuck up”, then began to lean back, her hips jerking slightly so that my shaft was rubbing against her cervix. I watched her boobs, her hips, her glistening belly button piecing as she took as much pleasure for herself as she could. I felt myself getting closer, but I could tell in her drunken and kinky state that she was not ready for this to end. “Don’t you dare cum” she said, louder this time, I worried my friend would hear us now. “Sshhh” I whispered, pleading her to keep quiet. She shook her head, “don’t cum”. But it was too late, I threw her off me, and shot several ropes of hot cum into the air, watching as they landed in thick white pools across my stomach. I watched breathless as my wife stood from the bed, tying the silk belt around her gown once more to hide her boobs.

“Where are you going?” I said as she headed for the bedroom door, my first thought was that she was going to grab a drink, or maybe some tissue paper to help me clean up.

“Across the hall” she said, fixing her hair in the mirror.

“What do you mean?” I said, truthfully my heart sank at her words, but in the moment I was overcome with lust at what I had just experienced. Before I could say anything else she left the room, and I listened as her footsteps walked across the hall to my friends bedroom.

Part two on the way.