Watching my Wife Used by our Married Friends [FFM][Voyeur]

I wrote this soon after it had happened and posted it on another site. A lot has happened since then but I thought it would be a good post for here. Really captures how I felt at the time.

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I’m up already. Six-thirty on a Sunday morning and I’m stark awake. The memory of their three bodies tangled into one is a movie that keeps playing over and over in my head.

Tossing and Turing all night, my cock hard as granite. Thirty-six hours now since I watched what Sarah let them do to her on Friday night. I’m writing it down because I have to. If I don’t I’ll go mad. I have to “share” with someone. Anyone. That is why I’m posting here.

Emma and Adam, friends from University days. Fifteen years at least now. Sarah and I meet up with them two or three times a year, either their place or sometimes ours. Always been good friends, nothing sexual between any of us — or so I thought. That’s why what happened was a shock.

Yesterday I didn’t mention to Sarah what I saw — I was going to but just couldn’t. And this morning I’m even less sure how to play it. I think I’ll wait to see if she comes clean. She’s always said we can tell each other anything, but she’s not said anything about this, and I haven’t the courage to bring it up.

And… oh Fuck! What I saw! Her completely naked, sandwiched between Emma and Adam. It had me hard then and I’m hard now — has me hard all of the time. The thought of it won’t let me be.

Fuck! She was completely naked between them . . . but the pair of them were still clothed — at first. Their hands all over her, mouths too. They were both so into her, into her so much that for a while they forgot to take off their own clothes. I suppose they couldn’t believe she was allowing them to have her. It was like they wanted to gobble her up before she changed her mind.

But she didn’t change her mind, she just let them both do whatever they wanted.

Then, all three of them naked, their limbs writhing and twisting. Emma and Adam, their mouths hungry and wet, gorging on the flesh of my wife. All of it happening on that long white corner couch of theirs. All that stark, chilled flesh sticky on leather

My cock hurts as I write. I keep going over and over it. Part of me is sick with jealousy — anger too — but even more than that I’m full of a volcanic arousal. Writing isn’t the only way I’m going to get some relief.

Better! Now I can order my thoughts.

This is how it happened. We’d had a meal and then Emma and Sarah were having this drunken heart to heart. Adam streamed Youtube through their sixty-inch plasma so that he and I could watch old bands while the girls talked. I’d drank too much. Later I began to drift off. Emma told Adam to take me up and put me to bed. I said I could still walk and went to stand up — but I’d had too much and crashed into the table. Adam came and took my arm and led me off.

Upstairs he sat me on the bed and then left me to undress. I struggled out of my jeans and got into bed with my shirt, pants and socks on. Adam came back into the room with a bottle of water and put it on the side of the bed. He asked if I was ok. I grunted something. Then I must have passed out

The room was pitch-black when I came round. No Sarah.

Wondering where she was, I slipped from between the sheets and made my way unsteadily to the landing. Their house is a big barn conversion, all open plan. Even in my drunken haze something did not seem right. Sarah was not in bed but I could not hear any talking down below either.

From high on the minstrel gallery, I looked down at the main living area. It was darker than earlier. Only a single table-side lamp gave light, just enough for me to see what I saw.

I nearly gasped out loud — or was it a whimper? But I didn’t. Now I’m glad I had the presence of mind to keep quiet. There they were, the three of them together on that enormous couch.

Sarah already naked between them, their hands all over her. Adam and Emma still dressed. Sarah, my lovely wife, looking so exposed and vulnerable, putty-flesh between them. I stared hard, wondering why she hardly moved. I thought maybe she was unconscious. I asked myself how could the bastards take advantage of her drunkenness. Even when Adam moved his mouth down over her bare tits Sarah didn’t respond. I was about to shout out loud, call down and put a stop to it, but just then Adam kissed Sarah on the mouth and I watched in horror as her hand rose up from her side and tenderly cupped the back of his head with her palm.

It was a blow to the stomach to see her welcoming response to his lust for her. I just stared and stared. My thoughts stalled. I could only watch, still unbelieving how they could be doing this.

The three of them were betraying me. She was my wife. They were my old friends, husband and wife, a couple I thought I knew so well. First Adam kissing Sarah, then Emma pulling her away from her husband so she could kiss her too. Sarah passed between them over and over, to and fro, head as floppy as a rag doll’s. But she wasn’t unconscious, her right hand went searching for Adam’s crotch, her left feeling for Sarah’s breasts.

Then it was just Sarah and Emma because Adam stood up and took of his clothes. For a moment he stood there naked watching the girls together, his cock hard and staining, then in his hand while he watched them kissing with complete abandon. Then Emma parted Sarah’s legs at the knees and stroked the inside of her thigh.

Adam Knelt and Emma reached out for his cock and guided him to the dark gash of Sarah’s cunt. He pushed into Sarah and she drew up her knees and encircled him with those long smooth legs of hers, pressing her heels into the small of his back. While he fucked Sarah his wife kissed her mouth and stroked her hair. She would break off kissing and whisper in Sarah’s ear. I imagined her asking Sarah if she liked her husband’s cock inside her.

He did didn’t last long. It was all over in less than two minutes. Soon as his cock was free, Emma was taking his place, her own, now bare, tits pressing against my wife’s cunt. Then, in a frenzy, her head went down between Sarah’s legs, lapping her cunt.

After what seemed like ages, but must have been only another ten minutes, the three of them calmed but remained entangled together while gently petting. Then Sarah seemed to sober — or come to her senses. She kissed each in turn, The reality of what they had just done seemed to flare all at once amongst them, mutual embarrassment growing.

Sarah feeling for her bag at the foot of the couch, finding it and rummaging inside and then wiping herself with the tissue she found. God! His horrid cum inside my lovely wife. Then gathering her clothes without speaking, avoiding their eyes.

I watched Emma wriggling back into her panties while, in spite of everything, eyeing her large breasts. Seeing Emma standing naked made me want to go down and suck those tits, each in turn. Then Emma and Adam making love to each.

I wanted to linger and watch my old friends making love to each other but had to quickly go back to bed as Sarah, still naked, was at the foot of the stairs, her clothes bunched in her arms with tights dangling, her bag strapped over he shoulder. More cold leather against her skin.

I hurried back to bed while she visited the bathroom. I lay in the dark waiting for her, in my mind picturing her wiping more of his cum from her cunt

I should have said something when she got into bed but I pretended I was asleep. I lay there and had to fight an urge to finger her cunt, to see if any of him still moistened her. But I didn’t. I lay on my back thinking about what I‘d seen. Eventually I snatched an hour of sleep just as it began to get light.

It was awkward in the morning. They wanted us to have breakfast but I made some excuse about having to get back. Sarah was very standoffish while they put on this strange upbeat act. Underneath the pleasantries we were all walking on eggshells.

I said I had loads of work on. And I did, but I’ve not done any since I got back

Before we drove away, through the car window, Adam said they would come to ours soon. I didn’t answer.

That was my Friday night. Of God! What should I do? Should I confront Sarah about it? Or should I say nothing and then invite Emma and Adam over to our house and see what happens?

It was the most exciting thing I have ever seen.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5jvxqt/watching_my_wife_used_by_our_married_friends