The Affair With My Wife’s Best Friend [MF] [cheating]

I met my wife just after college when we were set up on a date through mutual friends, and as soon as I saw my then future wife, I knew that I needed to lock it down quick because she was a knockout who was way out of my league. My wife (Andrea) is tall with naturally curly dark hair, bright blue eyes, and natural tan that anyone would kill for. She has a smile that will literally light up a room—straight, white teeth and dimples. And her figure was incredible. It’s a perfect slim hourglass figure that blew me away the first time I saw her. She is quite possibly a goddess, which begs the question: how could I ever cheat on someone so perfect?

The answer is for no good fucking reason. Literally. Andrea and I have had a great marriage. We absolutely love each other. Best of all, we still had great sex. But like most couples equally committed to their careers, over time, that great sex became less frequent and more occasional. At the time of this, we were only having sex about once a month. Maybe twice if we found the extra time and energy. Andrea is in a surgical residency, and I was working in a small law firm at the time, so you can imagine that our availability was slim to none. But we made it work, and probably could have continued making it work had it not been for one little distraction.

Kaley was my wife’s best friend. They had been friends since high school, and they could not be any more different in every way. Andrea is a quiet, introverted person, but Kaley is an outgoing personality with lots of confidence. I never really understood their dynamic. It was my wife that was more physically attractive to most, but she lacked a confident personality; Kaley was less noticeably beautiful, yet exuded tons of confidence. Don’t get me wrong- Kaley was still cute. Her face was cute but average with brown eyes, a small nose, but decently full lips. Her dirty blonde hair rested just below her shoulder blades and was almost always word in a ponytail. She was short and petite and had no admirable features aside from her surprisingly round bubble butt. My wife always said it was the only reason guys ever went out with her. But it was Kaley’s confidence that carried her.

The night it happened was set to be a low key dinner at our house with Kaley. She had just accepted a nursing job in a larger city a few hours away and was leaving in a couple of days. It was to be our send-off dinner. I usually get home before Andrea, so I was the one starting dinner and getting everything ready. As I was cooking, I get a text.

Andrea (5:13): Got stuck assisting in an emergency surgery
Me (5:13): Will you be late?
Andrea (5:27): Probably. Eat without me. I’ll be home as soon as I can. Maybe 8? Love you
Me (5:28): Love you too

A few minutes later, I hear the doorbell. I answered the door and greeted Kaley and told her about Andrea being stuck at work.

“What? That’s bull,” she exclaimed. “She knows I’m leaving in like two days!”

I reassured her that it was an emergency and invited her to stay and still have dinner and she could wait for Andrea to get home if she wanted. She agreed and excused herself to the restroom while I went and finished up dinner. Usually, I wouldn’t put myself in this situation because Andrea has expressed concern in the past regarding Kaley and me. There has never been any incident between us, but it was Kaley’s overtly flirtatious personality that made my wife uncomfortable. But I figured that given the circumstances, it would be fine.

I set the table, and we sat down to eat. The conversation was light and natural and maybe a little flirty, which was expected. Kaley and I have always gotten along great and never had any problem talking. Again, it was her personality to be open and easy to talk to. If I had met Kaley first, I probably would have gone out with her. Even though she isn’t the raving knockout that Andrea is, her ability to connect with a person in a conversation is very attractive.

Once we finished dinner, we sat and talked some more while enjoying another glass of wine before we finally decided to get up. I took the dishes to the kitchen and began to clean up. Kaley followed and offered to help by washing the dishes while I dried them and put them away. We were having a good time and enjoying each other’s company, being a bit playful in the process when it happened—the spark that lit the fire. I reached around Kaley to put away a dish that was in a cabinet behind her and when I turned back around, the back of my hand accidentally hit the side of her butt cheek.

She didn’t even jump but instead just said, “Oh, real smooth there, captain,” sarcastically.

At first, I felt embarrassed and just tried to apologize because it honestly was an accident. But she continued to give me a hard time about it.

“You just wanted to feel my ass. I get it. I’m leaving, and you won’t get to see it anymore. I know you peek at it when you get a chance,” she continued.

She was prodding at this point and gave me a look of playful suspicion. She was right; I had stolen glances at her butt a time or two. As I said, it was her best feature and a really great ass. Very round and bubbly. But I played it off.

“Whatever,” I said defensively.

“Don’t deny it! I got you red handed. Almost literally now that you tried to smack it!”

“It was not a smack! It was a touch and an accident.”

“Sure,” she said with skepticism as she continued washing the dishes. I was feeling a little confident and less embarrassed now that I knew she wasn’t offended and was egging it on playfully. So I said something I shouldn’t have (or should have).

“Trust me. You’d know if I touched your ass on purpose.” I didn’t think much of what I said other than it being meant in defense, just playing into her antics. Her response was indeed not what I expected.

She raised one eyebrow and attempted to call me out on my bluff. “And how exactly would I know? How would you purposefully grab my ass?”

We had allowed ourselves to get too wrapped up in this conversation and our playful and flirty attitudes, and with the aide of the wine in our systems, our inhibitions were nowhere to be found. Without saying another word, I reached over and grabbed as much of her butt cheek as I could. She was wearing a flowy skirt that rested at mid-thigh, but the fabric was thin enough to leave little to the imagination. Her cheek filled my whole hand and felt even better than I had imagined.

Her expression went from one of skepticism to one of shock, and then she smiled subtly and scoffed. “That’s nothing.”

She was toying with me, and I wasn’t sure what her game was, but I had already crossed the line and entered the zone of no return. So I went bold and moved my hand down and under her skirt and repositioned it once again on her now bare ass. This time, she said nothing and just looked at me with eyes that wanted more. Neither of us moved. We both stood there, with my hand firmly on her bare ass, waiting to see who would be the first to make the next move or snap back to reality and reel in the already out-of-control situation.

“Fuck.” It was Kaley. With that, she made up her mind and leaned up to kiss me. Our lips met, and immediately we embraced each other. It was pure passion, ecstasy as we got lost in our moment. My hand had moved from her ass and slipped under her thong to begin massaging her warm pussy. She moaned and reached for my crotch. We continued like this for a few minutes. Again, waiting to see who would be the first one to take things further. As I felt her body against mine, smelt her perfume, tasted her lip gloss, there was this feeling of guilt in the back of my mind. I was married, she was my wife’s best friend. We needed to stop. And I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t. I was intoxicated with lust.

And then she pulled back. I thought maybe I was saved and she had realized what we were doing was wrong. But I was wrong. She, like me, was lost and couldn’t break her desire. With a brief pause, she said quietly, “Just fuck me.”

She leaned against the counter and pulled up her skirt, exposing her ass in its beautiful entirety. She didn’t look back at me, probably in an attempt to hide, but rather just waited. It was only a second, but it felt like an eternity. So many thoughts ran through my head as I fumbled with my pants and let my cock out. I knew this was the beginning of the end. Nothing good could come of this, but I couldn’t stop.

As I placed my hand on her waist, she arched her back and pushed her ass out more, allowing me access to her. I slid my cock into her wet pussy with ease. I felt every inch go in with extreme sensitivity. How could something feel so wrong yet so incredible? I was deep inside her when her ass finally reached my pelvis. It was done. I had officially broken my covenant with my wife. I felt shame, but then mostly anger. At myself for what was happening and allowing it to happen.

But I took it out on Kaley.

I grabbed her waist with both hands and began to pump into her vigorously. She immediately started moaning, loudly. Each time her ass would ram into me, it bounced violently. I hated how much I loved it. I continued to ram into her, alternating between smacking her ass and pulling her hair. What started as passion turned into a hate fuck. At one point, she reached back to put her hand on me to tell me to slow down, but I ignored her and pushed into her even harder. Her moans intensified. It wasn’t long before I felt the urge to cum and quickly pulled out and blew my load all over her ass and down her legs.

Kaley rested her head on the counter as she tried to catch her breath. Her butt still exposed. It was silence between us as the full realization of what just happened sunk in. Finally, Kaley straightened up and glanced at the cum running down her leg before she muttered, “shit,” and walked away to the bathroom. I followed suit but to our master bath to clean myself up. I felt an extreme amount of guilt and knew that I had just fucked up. I had ruined Kaley. Ruined her relationship with Andrea. Ruined my marriage. All these things were running through my mind as I cleaned up and changed clothes. I hesitated even leaving the master suite in fear of facing Kaley, but I inevitably left knowing Andrea would be home soon. I checked my phone, no missed messages. I took a deep breath and headed for the kitchen.

Kaley was already sitting at the bar on her phone. Fear instantly gripped me thinking of what she was typing out or who it was to. I didn’t know what to say, so I just leaned against the doorway and stared at her before she noticed my presence.

“Oh, hey,” she greeted me with a smile in her usual playful mood. It almost seemed as if she had forgotten the whole thing.

“Hey,” I responded.

“Come sit,” she said as she patted the chair next to her. I was caught off guard by her demeanor and hesitated but then moved toward the chair. Once I was seated, she eagerly turned her body to face mine as if she was getting ready to tell me an exciting story. But it wasn’t a story she was getting ready to say to me—it was the most bizarre conversation I’ve ever had. She began.

“Okay. So, we fucked,” she said in a matter of fact tone.

“Yeah…”

“No,” she interrupted. “I need you to say it.”

“What?”

“Say, ‘We fucked.”

I obliged, reluctantly. “We fucked.”

She closed her eyes, almost as if she was disappointed, then placed her hand on my knee and looked me in the eyes. “No. Tell me. Get it out of your system.”

This time I understood what she was getting at. She wanted to get it out in the open, so it wouldn’t visibly affect us, to ease any awkwardness. So I did, this time more willingly. I turned my head to face her head on and stared into her dark eyes and said, “We fucked.”

She paused and then smiled. “There, we said it. It’s out. We fucked. No big deal.”

If only that were true.

Not long after that, I heard Andrea’s car pull up outside. I instinctively stood up and walked to the window to confirm it was her and then looked back at Kaley who was already looking at her phone.

She sensed me staring at her and without looking up from her phone said, “Relax,” pausing for a moment before continuing. “We only fucked.”

Then she looked up at me and winked with a mischievous smile.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8c5cfk/the_affair_with_my_wifes_best_friend_mf_cheating

19 comments on “The Affair With My Wife’s Best Friend [MF] [cheating]

  1. Was she not wearing panties or were they moved aside?

    Great story – but that moment is just so vivid and its jarring to have that detail unaccounted.

  2. That is HOT AS FUCK!!!!!! I have wanted this to happen for so long with so many of my friends. That exact scene. Wow

  3. Been there. This part was amazing. The part where my wife found out was not so fun.

  4. You are a true piece of shit husband who never deserved to get married to Andrea in the first place. I hope she’s been cheating on you with her hot co-workers at the hospital.

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