Last weekend..got off with [m]y [f]riend’s wife

Hello there, long time lurker of this sub and I have always considered submitting a story. Most of my stories worth writing about are from 5+ years ago and I’m better with the details when it’s fresher in my mind
I’m still trying to comprehend and process an interesting experience occurring during a party at my place this past weekend. There is a bit of backstory I give that I suggest you read to give you some context to the encounter and even may help you provide some advice when you’re done reading. I guess the upside of this happening is that it that prompted me to write my first submission for the sub– I hope you all enjoy, and feel free to comment. Used a throwaway because wife and friends are aware of my everyday /u/
 

 

This past Saturday, my wife and I had decided to throw a house warming party at our high-rise condo we had just bought. We invited a few of our married friends over with plans to enjoy the beautiful weather with some drinking, pool floaties and BBQ’d food.
I could bore you with the details of each of the four couples that came but this story is about the couple Ryan and Hannah, who were actually the only two guests I had actually cared whether they were coming or not.
 

 

Ryan is my good friend from middle school and Hannah is his newly wed wife, but has been around for quite a few years. My wife and I get along great with both Ryan and Hannah as we’ve all been lucky enough to have the flexibility to travel together as we have for the last four years. During the trips we’ve all taken together we’ve crashed a couple weddings, a CMT award show, a few company retreats, a family reunion and just about any other event where we don’t belong. Typically, Hannah and I will feed off of each other’s energy…. Our respective spouses tag along, but Hannah and I have a knack for getting into trouble and weaseling our way out just as easily.
 

 
Now Hannah and I have had my fair share of harmless flirting, but never even come close to hooking up, nor are my wife and I swingers. Actually, the extent of our sexuality with this other couple is that we’re fairly comfortable sharing sex stories with Ryan and Hannah, as they are with us. Aside from our stories, Hannah can get drunk and flirty, and with that she becomes very handsy… hands on your shoulders, arms, thighs etc. I’ve gotten good at ignoring this and trying to brush it off and keep the conversation going, especially because I’ve caught Ryan looking at her sideways when her hands have been on my arm or thighs as we’re all discussing something. But it is something I notice her doing with anyone, so I don’t give it much additional thought

 

 

A bit about me: I’m 30. 6’4 with a swimmer/runners build. Strangers like to come up to me in public and tell me I look exactly like Daniel Tosh from Tosh.0 ? I’m still deciding whether that is a compliment or not.. And for those of you who it matters, I measure slightly over 7” and decent girth.

 

 

The weather ended up being perfect and we hosted our party down at the pool complex in our building. I was able to mingle and catch up with everyone throughout the afternoon as I BBQ’d food for all, and the booze, conversation, and games were flowing freely in the pool area. I was behind the BBQ overlooking the pool when I caught Hannah walking across the pool deck to the diving board. She had just made a super inappropriate joke and looked over at my wide eyes I was making back at her in response to her joke. When she turned around and started walking again, I noticed the subtlest jiggle of her ass in her white & blue striped bikini. Even though I had seen her bare ass bent over as she changed in front of my wife and I in our shared hotel room on a trip once, something about the near thong cut of this bikini and the amount of cheek it showed…along with the way she was walking made it nearly impossible to look away.
 

 
A bit about Hannah – she’s 5’7 and dirty blond with perky 34Bs (my guess). Her butt definitely catches peoples’ eye when we’re out and about.. it embodies the fit yoga shaped roundness and perfectly complements her long slender legs and thin frame. She looks very similar to Dianna Agron from Glee fame, and has this ditsy yet cute southern charm (she grew up in Georgia and is actually a fucking genius or else I would dislike the ditzy part about her). More often than not she’s able to render most men into bumbling, rambling idiots.
The afternoon wore into evening and our guests started to thin out as the sun went down. The air took on a bit of a chill, and the six of us remaining made the trek from the pool area back up into our condo. We all immediately headed to the balcony to watch the sunset from our 41st floor bay view while we continued to sip on our homemade watermelon vodka. Around 9pm everyone had left our place except for Ryan and Hannah, who had planned on spending the night in our extra bedroom. Ryan, Hannah, my wife and I crawled onto our couch and started a movie to pass out to, as we were all fairly tipsy from our all-day activities.

 

 

While our significant others began to feel the effects of serious drinking all day and passed out fairly early into the movie, Hannah and I continued to uncork a bottle of wine and yell obscenities at the TV as we sat through ‘Pineapple Express’. About half way through the movie, my wife sat up in a daze, slid off the couch and stumbled to our bedroom to pass out where I found her hours later. On our large U-shaped couch, Ryan and Hannah were in the right corner and I was in the opposite corner on the left. My wife had dragged the blanket that we were using down the hall on her way to sleep, so I had nothing covering me which I didn’t care because I was more than comfortable with the liquid blanket that I had on.

 

 

In between Ryan’s loud snores, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Hannah would look over at me every minute or so, making sure I was still awake and engaged with the movie. I happened to look down at one point, realizing the old pj shorts I had thrown on for movie time were almost as clingy as spandex, and my decision to not wear underwear was clearly compounding the problem. I sat there and watched Hannah out of my peripheral vision, and again within thirty seconds she was peering over at me. This time I watched her eyes closely and noticed she wasn’t looking at my face, but seemed to be sneaking glances at what was showing through the thin fabric of my shorts.

 

 

In an instant my heart started pounding out of my chest and I felt dizzy, and I questioned myself as to what I actually saw. For Hannah to be this bold would be pretty out of character, because we’ve been pretty much black out drunk around each other previously and self-control was never an issue. But do I know her that well?- I began to ask myself.

 

 

Within a matter of seconds, I started to feel that familiar tingling/burning sensation deep in my stomach that slowly started to make its way down to my cock. I could feel it throbbing and starting to slowly grow against my thigh in my shorts and quickly realized that there was no stopping this erection from happening. As the outline of the shaft and definition of my cockhead became even more clear through the thin material, I decided I would get a bit bolder. The next time I saw Hannah glance over, I turned my head towards her, making eye contact. She quickly made eye contact with me, smiled, and raised her eyebrows with a smirk on her face. My heart started to pound even harder – she knew exactly what she was doing and I was now nearing fully hard with nowhere to hide it. For the last thirty minutes of the movie we continued to play this little game, catching sideways glances at each other from time to time but still blurting out obscene commentary and acting like we were engaged with the movie so that her husband passed out in between us & my sleeping wife would have no reason to be suspicious.

 

 

By the time Pineapple Express ended I was more than ready to pass the fuck out because A) I had just seen that movie for like the 50th time, but also because of B) I was already dreading the hang over I’d be waking up to the next day. Hannah had woken up Ryan off the couch and walked him down the hall to the bedroom while I started to pick up the wine glasses in the living room. I was in the kitchen placing the dishes in the sink when I turned around and saw Hannah at our built-in bar on the other side of the room, fixing two drinks. When I came back into the living room she was on the couch, holding a glass in each hand. She must have seen a look of dread on my face because she spoke first

 

 

H: “Ohh don’t even act like you are gonna go to bed, I get drunk about 4 times a year and I’m not quitting early tonight”

Me: “If I’ve been drunk 4 times this week do I get a pass on this occasion?”

H: “Fine.. but I did pour us each a Titos & tonic and I can chromecast a torrent of the movie ‘It’ I downloaded on my ipad.. and I’ve really been wanting to see it”

Me: “Ugh fine, I’ve wanted to see that movie too…plus it’s pretty hard to say no to Titos”

H: “You’re gonna need to snuggle closer on this one, it’s pretty fuckin’ scary” as she opens up the blanket like she’s offering to share with me

 

 

Me: “No I’m okay I’m actually really flushed and hot right now, I think from being in the sun all day”
I looked away from her as I said it because I didn’t even want to see her non-verbal reaction. I was actually kind of pissed at her for being so bold in assuming that we would just snuggle up together in my house, with both of our significant others sleeping in rooms not 20 feet away. But my mind kept racing as to what we were both still doing up, obviously drunkenly seeing if we could push the envelope.

 

 

It was fairly silent after I told her no to the snuggling, and all you could hear was the ice clinking against our glasses as we probably drank the vodka tonics faster than we should have, because round two of cocktails was about twenty minutes into the movie. Hannah jumps up off the couch

 

H: “Ready for another??”
Me: [100% feeling the booze flowing] “…I thought you’d never ask my love..”

 

 

She smiled over at me and poured vodka in to our glasses so they were bordering on vodka with a splash of tonic.. and I couldn’t help but notice how mesmerizing her ass looked as she bent down in her heather grey lululemon yoga pants to grab ice out of the freezer underneath the bar top. I could almost make out the outline of two small lips between her thighs, and she seemed to linger a bit longer than it would take to grab four ice cubes. I instantly started to grow again, flashing back to the time I had accidentally seen her bare ass and remembering how smooth and flawless her skin was. I almost drunkenly blurted out that in my opinion she’d do pretty damn well posting in r/datgap but decided against it as she walked back with a drink in each hand.
H: [looks down at my fairly erect cock] “hmmph, here you go” with a smirk and nods her head side to side, almost like naughty naughty
I forced a laugh and rolled my eyes as I honestly had no clue what else to do in that situation, finding that drunk me is absolutely loving the attention, but I’m trying so hard to avoid overstepping the bound of actual physical intimacy. Looking at the family pictures hung up around my living room confirmed such reservations, even though I knew I was pretty much screwed beyond this point. Hannah crawled back to her opposite corner of the couch with her second drink and cocktail and we pressed play again.

 

 

I finished my vodka tonic first and set the empty glass down, and got up to go pee. I came back wrapped up in a blanket I had gotten from the hall closet and jumped back in my corner and reached over to tug playfully on Hannah’s blanket. In my head I justified it as checking to see if she was still awake, but I knew I was being flirty.

Me: “Oh good.. Just making sure you’re still wearing clothes”

H: “Um well I’m not sure I consider those shorts that you’re wearing clothes”

 

 

I laughed and gave her my best drunken faux-mean look while I flopped back on the couch, this time a couple feet closer to where she was laying. She looked over and flashed a smile at me, less mischievous and more comforting this time. We looked at each other for a few seconds, similar to the look two people give one another as they are deciding if they should kiss or not – but in this case we were about 4 feet apart laying down together. The tension in the room was obvious, and it felt like time had slowed down. While maintaining eye contact, Hannah casually pulled the blanket up and off of the left side of her body so that I had a clear view to see her tee shirt was pulled up right below her boobs, and her right hand was slid down the front of her yoga pants. I’m pretty sure I let out an audible gasp for air as my breath instantly left my lungs. Her stomach was insanely flat with her flawless creamy skin. Immediately I started to wonder how wet she was underneath her yoga pants. I slowly nodded at her in approval as I unwrapped myself from my blanket to show her what she had done to me. My cock sprang out of my sweats like a jack n’ the box, and I slid my shirt up a little so she could see my stomach too. I just sat like that for a moment, staring at Hannah wondering what was next, and looking down at my very obviously throbbing cock. Again, I found myself wondering what the hell I was doing, but it was at this point I decided that I’d try everything in my power to prevent Hannah and I from touching each other. I ran my fingertips around the edge of the head of my cock sending tingling sensations up and down my spine. I grabbed it and started to rub slowly up and down, watching Hannah from the corner of my eye.

 

 

She was looking at me in the same way, out of the corner of her eye, her right arm furiously working under the blanket. I had tossed my blanket to the side so she could see my right hand working my cock, which by now was completely covered from a pretty much constant stream of pre-cum dripping down the tip all the way down the shaft. Like honestly, I’ve never had so much precum in my life and my cock would glisten every time there was a bright scene in the movie and come in to full view for Hannah. I noticed that we were trying less and less like we were pretending not to look at each other and actually started to unashamedly stare at what each of us were doing. As I started to tug on my balls and really work my cock I saw Hannah’s left hand reach up and grab her boob hard as her other hand worked her clit furiously. I thanked god that I was inebriated or else I would have really worked to not blow my load quickly (didn’t help that I hadn’t cum in about a week before this night).

 

 

I could just make out her light pink nipple as she pinched and twisted her left boob like her life depended on it. We were stroking and breathing in unison, feeding off of the nonverbal cues we were giving each other. After a few minutes of touching ourselves at a pretty furious pace, Hannah’s gasps for air started to get deeper and more infrequent, and I watched as she raised her hips and ass up off of the couch like she was trying to levitate. I looked up at her face and her eyes and mouth were wide open, nodding her head in the ‘yes’ motion and mouthing “NOW”. I whispered “cum fucking hard for me baby” and she let a little squeal out and crashed back down onto the couch in a convulsing heap.

 

 

I watched her writhe around in pleasure and come back to reality in about a minute. She finally looked up at me with her eyes half-closed and whispers “..Holy fuck..” before laying her head back against the pillow and letting out an exhausted sigh.

 

 

At this point I realize that this encounter is probably over, and even if it isn’t, I wasn’t keen on trying to finish myself in the living room where I was now really worried about being caught. I slowly slid my shorts back on while Hannah came back to life. If she had any regrets, she was doing a damn good job of hiding them. She asked me if we could finish the movie later because she wasn’t going to be able to stay awake, so I agreed. We walked down the hall and pretty awkwardly side-hugged goodnight, and she disappeared into the guest bedroom with Ryan. I was still pretty fucking worked up and in shock, and decided I would definitely need to cum before I went to bed. I locked myself in the guest bathroom and started working my cock again, visualizing the way Hannah’s body tensed up as she orgasmed for me not twenty minutes ago. Soon enough my balls began to swell up and the tingle deep in my stomach was telling me that I was close. Drunken me decided to take out my phone to record myself cumming with the intention of texting the video to Hannah when I was done

 

 

I woke up face down in bed in a world of hurt on Sunday morning, wishing that all that had happened the night before was just a wild fantasy so that I wouldn’t have to endure both the guilt and the hangover on this holy day. Alas, it actually did happen, and I came out to everyone already awake with coffee in hand and breakfast plans being discussed. Ryan and Hannah and my wife and I endured a long and boozy Sunday brunch at a hotel nearby, and we acted like absolutely nothing had happened. Not sure if I will ever bring it up with Hannah ever again, and for the time being I have decided against sending the video to her… sending it two days later seems a bit late. But hope you enjoyed and if anyone has advice aside from “you are a cheating asshole” (in which case you can find the nearest running train and jump the fuck in front of it) please share as I am in fairly uncharted waters here.

 

 

Edit – added gif of the video I made for her per a request made by a reader

 

 
https://gfycat.com/gifs/detail/PracticalSmugGreendarnerdragonfly

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7boyw6/last_weekendgot_off_with_my_friends_wife