[MF] I made love with my best friend’s wife!

My best friend died last year from an accident. He was happily married to a nice Indian American woman who is a doctor and they have a beautiful daughter. I was very close with them and his death was difficult for both of us.

Last Saturday I met her in the town and I gave her a lift. She invited me to come over her house and I decided to spend few hours in the evening with them. Her daughter had fallen asleep.We were talking and had some beer too. We talked about a lot of things; my friend, life, her family.

It was quite intimate. Not only was she turning my on physically, but intellectually too.I leaned in to kiss her, and soon we were kissing. Her lips tasted amazing. I wasn’t sure at this point what she was thinking. Would she want to go through with this? I was certainly ready, but it was a bit hard to read her enthusiasm. So I decided to myself, fuck it, I’m just going to follow her and let her tell me if I should make my way back home.

Fortunately she didn’t. She led me to her room and I followed her. Once we got into the room, I knew that this was really happening. Just the thought if what was about to happen was already getting me semi hard. I don’t know if she noticed the bulge in my pants as we made our way to her room. Once we were in her room, she sat down on the bed and gestured me over to sit next to her. She made a comment about how awkward the situation was, and to ease the tension, I kissed her again.

We continued to make out for a few minutes. After caressing each other and enjoying the closeness for some time, we laid back on the bed and I positioned myself beside her, my hands caressing her thighs and working my way up to her panties. I rubbed her pussy through her underwear, and I could feel how wet she was for me as we continued to make out. My hand snaked down from behind her, slipped her panties to the side, and sank my fingers into her vagina, making her moan out and dive deeper into the sensual sensation; both of us were locked in a passionate embrace, trying to pleasure each other, with our hands. She was so wet, and I continued to probe into her sweet pussy with my fingers as I rubbed on her clit with my thumb. I could tell from the sounds she made that she was enjoying the stimulation.She was rubbing my already rock-hard cock through my pants as she moaned for me, and took it out.

I felt sparks flying when her fingertips touched my foreskin. She wrapped fingers around probably the second penis she has ever touched in her life. Then she started sliding her fingers, along the length, up and down. I felt it become even harder at the attention it received from her fingers. I pulled her in and wrapped my arms around her. She kept pumping my shaft with her hand and I enjoyed the warmth of her body while being intoxicated by her womanly scent; the more my fingers worked inside her, the sweeter her scent got, and the warmer her body got.

“Oh….ooohh…..ooohh….god…..aaaahhhh.” She tried best to control her moans since there was her child sleeping in the next room. I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, sealing his sensual lips with my own, pushing my tongue through her teeth and finding her tongue to dance with. Her moans got muffled by our sealed lips. Soon, the outside world and concerns started to black out for us and only my fingers inside her and my penis in her hand mattered and existed. The moment the pain of loss was forgotten, the pent-up sexual frustration that had been suppressed by that pain, started to resurface with vengeance. Her loins responded and started secreting wetness to ease the sliding of my fingers.When my penis started to throb strongly, I stopped her hand from pleasuring me anymore.

We quickly undressed, and she positioned herself on the bed and invitingly spread her thighs, offering more space for me who was already positioning my hips between them. She took my face in her hands to etch my face into her memory. She lifted her head and gave a simple but passionate kiss on my lips, and I liked it. Then I descended my face onto her breasts. She drew in her breath when my warm and wet mouth enveloped her puffed and erected nipple. She hugged my head and tried to feed more of her soft breast into my mouth and surrendered every bit of her sensitive flesh to my impatient tongue. I spent few minutes nibbling her nipples and making her more aroused.

Next, she let me enjoy the sight of her bare pussy as I rubbed my cock against her slit for a bit, making sure to tease her clit with the head of my cock before I thrust my hip forward. She arched her back, closed her eyes, grabbed onto my shoulders and cried out, “OH MY GOD!” in pain mixed pleasure. Before venturing further into her enticing, wet tightness, I waited for her to open eyes and make sure she was alright and consenting.

She opened her eyes burning with a newly lit passion. I started stretching and remolding her walls to suit her my penis. For a moment, my gaze was lost on the mesmerizing swing of her bosom as I introduced my thick shaft to her, inch by inch. Then, our pubic hair mixed together as the base of my penis pressed deliciously onto her clitoris. She wrapped her hands around my neck and hugged me hard, celebrating the feeling of her walls stretching around a new, unknown penis. We started slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to the thickness of my cock, but after a few minutes she told me “harder”. Of course I was eager to obey.

I began to trust into her more quickly now, each time filling her with the full length of my cock. Periodically I would spread her legs wide so that we could both enjoy the sight of my cock moving in and out of her. I loved the sight of my shaft spreading her womanly folds, thrusting into her inviting, warm depths. I would caress her breasts and pinch her nipples, now and then wrapping my hands around her neck and lightly choking her as I fucked her, which she had told me she enjoys.

She could tell I loved the sight of her legs spread wide with my cock inside her beautiful pussy. That’s when she told me something that turned me on even more than I thought was possible at this point. She whispered, “you should take a selfie”. “Really?” I said. “Yeah, go for it”.I didn’t waste any time. I pulled out my phone, steadied my hand the best I could, and snapped a few shots of our first time communicating through our genitals.

I gently rested my body on her and wrapped my arms around her while my scrotum slapped against her wetness. My penis was making sensual love to her vagina; it was the French-kiss version for fucking. I had my body laid on her, enjoying the softness of her bosom against me and burring my face in her neck, letting the breath of my grunts hit her ear while closely listening to hers. Our bodies rubbing against each other and the saltiness of our combined sweat. With squeezed-shut eyes, she held onto me with her arms wrapped around my neck and moaned.

After a momentary silence from her that gave way to the sound of wet slapping, our room shook from a loud mixture of a moan and a scream. Lost in passion, she bit into my shoulder as her whole body started to tremble and spasm from overloading of sensors. Seeing this I lost all control, thrusted deep into her and felt the feeling of her insides being flooded by my liquid warmth. In tune with rhythmic spasm of her sheath, I groaned and pushed out even more spurts of thick, liquid pearls in to the her, filling her up with a volume she may have never experienced before. Her screams turned into soft whimpers as she started concentrating on the throbbing of my cock inseminating her.

Injecting the last drop of semen, I let out a loud sigh of release and relaxed my tired body. My penis was still inside her, refusing to leave the heaven it had just visited. From the intense session, both were breathing hard and covered in sweat. I couldn’t believe what had happened; I loved every second and thrust of it. Even though I came inside her there was little regret. As my penis started to deflate and soften, excess of the deposit I had made in her, started to leak and drip-down, tickling her other opening. When her constricting walls finally pushed out my flaccid penis, with a satisfied sigh, I rolled off of her.

We sat there for a moment, kissing each other, before we got ready for round two.The second round was just as good as the first. This time I flipped her over midway though, and fucked her from behind. My hands dug into her hips as I pulled her back and forth onto my cock, my balls slapping against her clit as she begged for me to fuck her harder. She knew just how to please a man, reaching down between her legs to caress and squeeze my tight balls as I pumped into her. I would grab her by the hair and pull her back towards me so that I could wrap a hand around her neck again, giving her the hard, rough fucking she wanted.

She was my slut that night, and she enjoyed hearing me tell her what a dirty whore she was, taking her husband’s best friend’s cock deep inside her. I loved fucking her, feeling her pussy squeeze my cock as I pulled her hair and made her moan for me. She continued to beg for it harder between gasps and moans. Every time I thrusted in, instinctively, she moved her hips to meet the thrusts, and moaned out her pleasure. The second orgasm was even better that the first. I buried myself deep in her pussy as I unleashed my second load of the day inside her, collapsing onto her in exhaustion as my cock twitched and and her pussy clenched around it, squeezing out the last few drops of cum.

At this point, I was completely drained, and she offered to let me take a nap to recover before our final round of the night. After about an hour or so, I woke up to her laying beside me. She mentioned that she had considered waking my up with a blowjob. I told her to pretend I was still asleep and go for it. I closed my eyes and felt her take my dick into her warm mouth. She was a pro at giving head. Her lips knew just how to grip my cock, and she worked up and down my shaft with her tongue until I was stone-hard and ready to fuck her again.This time we did it in the missionary position again.I don’t think I lasted much longer that time; finally cummed inside her after few minutes for the last time. It was a slow and steady, yet intense sex that both partners engaged with overwhelming enthusiasm.

Coming out of orgasm, I was treated by her romantic gaze. We spent the after-glow of our satisfying sex trying to perfect the technique of kissing.We were drenched in sweat and sexual fluids, making our bare skin slip and slide against each other; instead of repulse, I actually found something erotic about it.

We got down from the bed and started putting on our underwears; we desperately needed a good bath in the shower to clean ourselves from the residue of our love-making. Things were rapidly changing between us. At the shower, she pulled me into the water stream. When she hugged me, I stiffened again. We took a bath together, washing each other, kissing, sharing laughs, smiles, and occasional words; a moment of intimacy and bonding. What we had wasn’t just sex, it was making love. I definitely hadn’t had sex like that in years.

We returned to the bed. I spooned her from behind and she was blushing like a newly deflowered bride on her wedding night. She offered me a wider smile, plant a small kiss on my lips, while whispering, “Thank you,” in the sweetest voice I have ever heard. Then she turned and laid her head on my chest while placing one of her hands on my cheek, and a leg over my still wet but deflated penis. In response, I slid an arm under her head and cradled her to my body, enjoying her feminine softness and offering the warmth and affection she sought.There was our own world between the four walls where love flourished without any hindrances or limitations. Enjoying the romantic moment, together we fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning she had already woken up and was preparing breakfast for her daughter. I didn’t talk about what happened last night as the little child was there but when I was prepared to go she held my hand and told me about giving ourselves sometime and space to think about the last night, and we’ll talk about it later. I think that was the best thing she could have said since I had no clue what I was going to say.

So I’ve been thinking. There’s definitely some guilt of what I had willingly committed; She is my friend’s wife and on a superficial level it feels weird but it didn’t feel weird when it was happening. It felt totally right. I always felt like I’m feeling something for her but obviously when she was with my friend I kept those feeling fully locked away and maybe they’ve come back in the past year or so and they’ve been getting stronger. I didn’t see it but that night I was totally in love with her and it felt like she was feeling the same.

I hadn’t thought about being with her before Saturday night but I’ve been thinking about it ever since, and it’s difficult to admit it but yeah I want to be with her. But the guilt is still there. I just wanted our beautiful moment to last forever, but at the same time, I am longing for something even more beautiful, intense and pleasurable; being a part of her life.

(*I got my post accidentally deleted, so I reposted this. Sorry!*)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7x8f5v/mf_i_made_love_with_my_best_friends_wife