The Affair With My Wife’s Best Friend Part 2 [MF] [cheating]

Link to Part 1 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8c5cfk/the_affair_with_my_wifes_best_friend_mf_cheating/)

In the days and weeks that followed the night Kaley and I hooked up, I felt an immense amount of guilt. I couldn’t understand how I could let a situation like that get out of control, or how I did it knowing that I had a great marriage with a beautiful woman. What did help my conscious was that Kaley left for her new job in a city far enough away that it wouldn’t remind me of my infidelity on a regular basis.

As weeks turned into months, I had neither seen nor heard from Kaley and Andrea’s relationship with me seemed not to be affected by what happened in the slightest. In fact, our relationship improved and our sex life took a turn for the better. This change could be due mostly to my efforts to make up for what I did. It would be small things, nothing over the top that would signal I had fucked up and cause Andrea to question my actions. But I could tell she appreciated the small gestures and saw them for what they were meant to be, signs of affection.

Another thing that dramatically changed the dynamic of our relationship was the fact that I left my job with the law firm I was with and started working as legal counsel for a small non-profit which allowed me to work from home most days. I could now spend less time at the office preparing for cases and more time at home and, most importantly, more time with Andrea.

It seemed as if the night with Kaley was becoming what I had hoped it would become, a mistake that shrunk in the distance and would soon be forgotten. But of course, it never remains that way, and certainly didn’t for me.

We were sitting down to dinner like we did most nights now in our new routine and Andrea was telling me about her day, describing the details of her residency, when she ended it with bringing up the fact that Kaley had texted her. It wasn’t necessarily unusual for her to mention Kaley calling or texting her. After all, they were still best friends. But anytime Andrea brought it up; I immediately would get a knot in my stomach.

“How is she?” I asked politely but without looking up from my plate.

“Good, I guess,” Andrea informed. “She’s coming to town next week for a day or two, and I told her she could stay here if she needed.”

I nearly choked on my food. Andrea looked at me concerned, but I acted as if I swallowed wrong.

“Why” was the only thing I could mutter and I could tell Andrea was annoyed at my lack of hospitality. She furrowed her brow and then said firmly, “Because we’re her friends and she doesn’t have an apartment here anymore.”

I laughed to signal she had misunderstood and rephrased my question. “No, why is she coming to town?”

“Oh,” she said with a forgiving smile. “I’m not sure, but she said she was only staying one night.”

My mind immediately went into overdrive as different scenarios in which Kaley’s guilt-ridden conscience was coming to confess her sin to Andrea played out in my head. I was noticeably quiet the rest of the night. Andreas repeatedly asked what was wrong, but I told her I was only feeling a little ill.

For the next week, I dreaded being alive, or at least, being alive during the time Kaley would be with us. The day she was to arrive, Andrea left work early and was home to greet her friend. I stayed tucked away in my office, hoping to get lost in work (aka, browse Reddit) and avoid any awkward confrontations.

I heard the door, and then both Kaley’s and Andrea’s voices begin to ping off one another. I swear they go up an octave whenever they’re near one another. I didn’t jump out of my seat but instead stayed in the office as long as I could until Andrea summoned me to welcome Kaley.

The walk into the living room was longer than usual and intentionally slower. I stopped just out of sight and before the threshold to the living room, taking one long deep breath. Turning the corner, I was greeted by Andrea beaming ear to ear with excitement and Kaley, who looked very different than before.

“Hey, captain,” Kaley said with a wink. That type of greeting was not uncommon for Kaley with her flirty personality, but this seemed to be making a statement because, apparently, she had decided to take on a whole new look with her new life in the city. Her hair was cut short into a layered bob which was dyed silver and dark underneath. It offset her dark eyes which were now even darker with eyeliner. It seemed she had learned a thing or two about make up because what used to be her cute but average face was now looking as if it belonged in Vogue, and her clothing matched her new style. She was wearing skin-tight black jeans that accentuated her petite frame and lovely ass, with a burgundy lace top and a fashionable leather jacket. She had a new identity, and she wanted me to know it.

“Doesn’t she look awesome!” Andrea chimed. “Totally badass too.”

“Yeah,” I agreed hesitantly. “Very…edgy.”

Kaley smirked and replied without breaking eye contact with me, “I’ve found it’s much more fun to live on the edge.”

A chill washed over me at her words, knowing what she was implying. But I quickly shrugged it off focused my attention back to Andrea who was enthralled with her best friend’s new look.

That night we had planned to go out to one of the better bars in town. Andrea was glued to my side, but Kaley wasn’t far from my other side. The whole night, I found myself caught in the middle. Conventionally beautiful Andrea to my right and a new, hot, edgy Kaley to my left. Aside from the usual arm or leg touches, Kaley wasn’t anymore flirty than she was before. Things almost seemed normal and the night was fun. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Kaley that night and how attractive she looked.

Eventually, we found our way to another bar that was more of an EDM dance club. Not really mine or my wife’s thing, but apparently it was one of Kaley’s new found interests. We had a few drinks and found our way to the dance floor, me being reluctant to go. For the most part, Kaley and Andrea danced together with me off to the side watching. I’ll be honest; it was captivating to see Kaley grinding all over Andrea and amusing to observe Andrea entirely out of her comfort zone. There was a quick break in the song, and Andrea excused herself to go to the restroom. Kaley quickly seized the opportunity to grab my hand and drag me with her to the dance floor. I tried to refuse, but it was futile.

She danced close to me with only an inch or two separating us, but I barely moved. It took everything I had not to put my hands on her because she looked stunning. Noticing my reservation, she grabbed both of my hands and placed them on her waist and yelled, “relax,” over the blaring music. I feared Andrea coming back and seeing us, but we were lost in a sea of people. I gave in and pulled her close to me. She worked her hands over my torso, facing me as she danced to the beat. Her eyes met mine and maintained contact until she turned around the pushed back against me. She held my hands in hers as she began to grind her ass into my crotch and guided my hands across the front her of her body. Moving slow and methodical, she pushed her ass into me. At this point, I had developed a major hard-on, and she knew it. She turned to face me and threw her arm over my shoulder while her other hand found its way to my bulge. Gently massaging my erection through my pants, she stopped dancing and looked me in the eyes. She bit her lip and rubbed my cock as she stared into my soul with her glassy, black eyes; and for the first time, I wanted Kaley. No guilt. No shame. Just desire.

That moment seemed to last forever, but she finally broke away. She led me off the dance floor, and we met back up with Andrea who was obliviously watching from the bar.

“Did you guys have fun?” She asked excitedly, buzzed from her night of drinking.

Kaley smiled and only remarked on my lack of dance skills to which Andrea agreed I needed some work. Looking at the time, I urged them it was time to leave, and we caught a cab back to our house. We stumbled into the house, hunting light switches on our way. Andrea immediately headed for our bedroom, and I was close behind. The guest room was next to ours and Kaley and I both stopped in our doorways, looking at each other. We both knew what we wanted that night, but knew we couldn’t have it. At least, not then. She looked down at the ground and then disappeared into her room, closing the door behind her.

When I entered mine, Andrea was already halfway undressed and laying on the bed. I looked at her half-naked body and contemplated our future. When she noticed me standing there, she sat up and asked what was wrong. I told her it was nothing and that I was tired. She didn’t say anything but instead smiled slyly and signaled me to come to her with her finger. I walked slowly, and she met me with her hands reaching for my belt. She undid it, slid my pants down, and took my cock in her mouth. She began to work it with her hands and her mouth, looking up at me with her steely blue eyes. At that moment, I couldn’t stand to look at her knowing what I was feeling about Kaley. I stopped her and told her to turn around. She eagerly smiled and did so.

She crawled up on the bed on all fours and pushed her ass into the air as she arched her back. Andrea had a good ass too, but it was fitter and less bubbly like Kaley’s. I pushed her thong to the side and uncovered her pussy and quickly pushed my cock inside. Grabbing her by the waist, I began to fuck her with all the built up desire from throughout the night. I imagined her to be Kaley and pumped even harder, faster, and Andrea’s moans began to fill the room. She was quiet, but I wanted her to be louder, so we fucked harder. Finally, I pulled her up with her hair and when I did she let out a very loud moan. That’s what I wanted. I wanted Kaley to hear us fucking.

The next morning, I was the first one awake. I showered and thought about the events of last night, and mostly of Kaley. I realized then that this was the beginning of something else. It wasn’t a one-time event. I didn’t just want her; I needed her.

I made my way to the kitchen and began making breakfast and while doing so, I heard footsteps enter the room. I turned and saw Kaley, wearing an oversized sweater and a pair very short shorts that hid underneath, and I swear she never looked more lovely. She smiled a sleepy smile and greeted me with, “good morning.” I offered her coffee and then asked if she slept well.

“Not really,” she admitted. “My neighbors wouldn’t stop fucking all night.”

I stopped and gently looked over at her. She was peering at me from her coffee mug and bounced her eyebrows. I just laughed and said sorry.

“Oh, no need to apologize. You gotta do what you gotta do,” she shrugged and then continued, “I mean, I did blueball you pretty hard in the club.”

“Just a little,” I jokingly agreed.

There was a pause as I continued cooking. Kaley took another sip of coffee before saying something that ultimately changed the course of our relationship.

“I do have one request, though.”

I looked at her in anticipation, not knowing if she was referring to her stay or what happened last night.

“Next time, I want to be the one underneath you.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8cc898/the_affair_with_my_wifes_best_friend_part_2_mf

24 comments on “The Affair With My Wife’s Best Friend Part 2 [MF] [cheating]

  1. If only you and your wife could talk about things like these… the fun you could all have!!

  2. Is this a true story or a fictional one? If its fictional, its extremely well written and entertaining.

    If its fact, I think you should talk to your wife about it. You mention that you love each other and if that’s the case, I think both of you deserve a chance to talk about your lives to its fullest deepest core.
    Love and lust are separate things and even though I want to experience sex with other women sometimes, I still want to be with my partner in the long run. I have talked to her about it and its more or less the same with her.
    I strongly believe that communication is the key to a strong, honest & successful relationship. Heck you might get the threesome of your life if you play your cards right.
    But I think you do need to confess to your wife.
    Its all about open communication and saying what’s on each others minds. I’m glad I had such a talk with my partner, both of us definitely understand each other much better.

  3. I was hooked with part I of the story. How many more parts do you plan to write the remaining events? The more the better 😀. Looking forward to the next drop

  4. Look bro, I never comment on these posts, but you can certainly write. Looking forward to the next part.

  5. I hope Andrea divorces your cheating-ass and takes everything you hold dear. Honestly. I cant believe you actually chose to put this garbage story on this subreddit.

  6. I think you should consider changing from lawyer to writer!
    Can´t wait for the next parts

  7. Great story! Looking forward to part 3. Question – in part one you mention that Andrea was a little bit uncomfortable about the chemistry between you and Kaley. Did that go away naturally? She seemed fine in part 2 when you were all out dancing. Just curious!

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