Being fucked by my best friend’s boyfriend (with her permission) [FM]

“You know how it’s James’s birthday next month? Do you want to fuck him as a present?”

Helen has been my best friend for a few years and has always been open about whatever’s on her mind, especially when it comes to sex, to the point where she sometimes says outrageous things just to watch my reaction as I end up believing them. That made it easy to laugh at her sudden outburst as we sat drinking coffee in her flat after a retail therapy spree.

“I’m not joking Suzie. I’ve talked about it with him before… I’m into watching him with someone else and he’s into doing it with… well, you.”

Now I was stunned into stumbling over some half-formed words, then silence. “You don’t have to decide now or say anything, just think about it” she told me. There was nothing to think about! No way could I do something like that.

But then I thought about it. A lot. I was 21, single, and hadn’t had any kind of sex in too long. Her boyfriend was 24, tall, blonde, good looking and confident. But he wanted to fuck me? It was hard not to think about it, and the more I thought the more I realised I wasn’t anxious about the idea, my heart pounding and butterflies was because it excited me.

I was disappointed when Helen didn’t ask or even mention it again the next few times we saw one another, so I thought maybe she was pulling my leg. But then, finally “So did you think about it? His birthday’s the week after next”. With a dry mouth but trying to sound confident, I told her that yes, I’d thought about it, and that I’d do it. This made her hyper with excitement – she was bouncing on the spot, grabbed and hugged me, thanked me, told me I’d love it, and almost immediately abandoned me to call James and start planning things.

Next thing I knew, it was his birthday weekend, and I was sat in the living room of Helen’s flat with her and James and she dished out drinks. I know there was talking, bantering, laughing and all of the things I usually did around them both, but I remember none of it. All I remember was sitting there stiffly, thinking “when do we start?”

It must have been well over an hour before Helen finished her drink, looked over at me and said “do you think you still want to do this? I think James is ready, and so am I”. “Okay, sure” was all I could find to say in response. Suggesting we move to her bedroom, I followed them both into the room, and Helen invited me to sit on the bed before she sprawled herself out on a chair in the corner, while James stood in the room.

“Okay guys, don’t mind me… have fun!” Helen virtually shouted. I giggled nervously in response as I had no idea what else to do.

“Should we start by undressing?” James asked quietly to break the ice. “Do you wanna go first?” he said, coaxing me on. I was wearing a sweater, short denim skirts and tights, with a lacy black bra and thong underneath. I told myself to undress slowly and sexily, but my body wouldn’t listen and I feel like I almost tore off my clothes – sweater, then skirt, then tights, then bra and finally panties.

I should describe myself here I suppose. I’m 5 foot 4, slim, with dirty blonde, long hair and small boobs. I’m always told I look cute, or innocent, never sexy or hot. But James reaction was simply “you’re so sexy”. “See, told you!” chimed in Helen, the only time she spoke.

James was 6 foot 1, blonde, and pretty athletic looking, which became clear as he stripped off. His dick looked long rather than thick, but he was hard as he pulled off his boxers, which gave me a confident boost and turned me on more. I only realised just how turned on I was when James joined me on the bed, gently pushing me down as he started kissing my boobs and sucking my nipples. His hand stroked my legs and thighs, until I opened my legs without thinking and he finally touched between them and just whispered “so wet”. This encouraged him to start kissing down my body, over my stomach, legs and thighs… then he started to eat me and I gasped loudly and arched my back at the sudden contact of his tongue.

I’m not very loud, but I was breathing hard and moaning quietly as he used his tongue on me and then sucked my clit. After a bit he slid a finger into me, then two, and in no time at all I remember my breathing getting fast, then my legs shaking and everything tensing up as I gasped and orgasmed.

As that subsised, he asked me “Are you ready?” I nodded again, and he reached over to Helen’s bedside draw, found a condom and put it on. Moving between my legs, I felt him push against me and very, very slowly his dick slid into my wet pussy as I looked down and watched it happen. It took a number of strokes before he was all the way in me, leaving me gasping each time he went deeper, and when he was completely inside me he whispered so quietly that I don’t think even Helen could hear “fuck, you’re so tight”.

It felt uncomfortable for a bit initially, but soon James was fucking me easily and his dick felt really good inside me. I opened my legs and held them up, letting me move deeper in me, gasping and sighing as he did it.

Eventually he asked me to go on top and we switched positions. I got on top and rode him, looking into his eyes as I bounced up and down and ground my hips back and forth. He then asked me to turn around, and as I did I got a glimpse of Helen moving and straightening her skirt, as if her hands had been wandering. Riding James facing her was the only time I felt awkward or really thought about her being there, but she watched with a red face and a look of excitement as I tried to concentrate on how it felt fucking him.

Finally we returned to missionary with him on top of me as I spread my legs underneath him. I was very wet by this point and he was able to fuck me faster and harder, and I found myself in a position where I was getting closer to cumming. He felt or heard it too from my breathing, and started to move faster, grinding his body into me and slapping against me. I was getting closer and closer, and then I felt myself tense up around him and shudder, moaning into his ear while I had my second orgasm. I also heard him groan happily as my pussy tightened around his dick, and he slowed right down to enjoy the sensation.

Once I’d finished my orgasm he picked up speed again, pulling my legs onto his shoulder and fucking me harder. We fucked for a few minutes more before he told me he was going to cum, and the moaned and groaned as he came into the condom, still fucking me until he was done.

He pulled out, and we ended up sat on the bed breathless while Helen finally spoke again, telling me how amazing that was and thanking me for doing it. “Fuck, that was so horny! Hope you enjoyed it too!” she told me, as I fidgeted sitting there naked and wet in front of her before grabbing my clothes and dressing quickly.

Once me and James were both dressed, I hung around for another drink, but there wasn’t much talk and Helen was fidgety, so as it was getting late I said I should be going. Helen thanked me again for being a “good friend”, and I left feeling satisfied but a little weird at what had just happened.

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7 comments on “Being fucked by my best friend’s boyfriend (with her permission) [FM]

  1. So cool, she deeply trusts you. I’m hard from reading your story.
    Even if you’re not into girls, why not touch them while they fuck? It adds a new dimension.

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