St. Patrick’s Day House Party. My Husband and His Best Friend. [MMF]

How this arrangement came to be is an even longer story, involving a birthday, my husband, his best friend, the Fiancée, their roommate, and yours truly. It takes place in a sleepy southwest college town in the dead of winter. Maybe I’ll write it down one day, but that’s a long one. This is me [https://imgur.com/I5nS3FG](https://imgur.com/I5nS3FG)

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It was St. Patty’s Day. I clocked out late and my adrenaline was high from one of my patient’s crashing on me at the end of my shift, I texted my husband that I was finally on my way. No reply, that was a good sign then, the party was in full swing. I’d be showing up in the middle of it (again). The hosts had told us to stay in a spare bedroom since I’d be coming late anyway, so I packed my bag the night before.

I arrived at the party and milled through the sea of people to find the host and say hi before I went to change. I found him in full kilt and sporran and well in booze, he laughed as I appeared and picked me off the floor in a big hug, pressing his hips to me as I wrapped my arms around him. He held me a little too long as usual which made me wonder again about the arrangement his wife and him have; he never hides his attraction to me, even when she’s standing right there. He pours me a Guinness sends me off to change, I certainly have some catching up to do.

In the room I find “The fiancée” Emily and “The roommate” Sofia. Both girls are lovely with flushed cheeks and also bubbling from drink, they’ve already started with the lingering touches that happen when we drink together. We’d need to be careful, this crowd is young, fit, attractive and perceptive. They are almost all clients from my husband and his best friends work, this is not an arrangement we want other people to find out about.

I peel out of my scrubs the girls helping me strip although I definitely do not need assistance, I step into the shower while they watch and catch me up on the party-goings. I bring my beer into the shower in attempt to get on their level and finish it before I step out. I wash the day and my patient’s bacteria off me and begin to feel the mood of the party for the first time, the beer relaxes my social anxiety and warms my limbs. I also begin to see the girls for what they are, dressed head to toe in matching green Care Bear costumes zipped down to their navels, breasts and tight bellies on display. I know what they feel like under those costumes, and can easily imagine their soft lips on mine, especially Emily.

The fact that they are in matching costume only means one thing though, they left the short one for me to wear. We’d shopped together for this party and had found only two matching costumes, the third was also Care Bear but instead of long onesie, it was a short and tight hooded jumper. Oh dear. No one else was dressed like this. The girls would not agree to switch stating, “Your butt is bigger than ours, we won’t look as good in it!” Sigh. I needed more drinks.

We finally leave the room. I’m barefoot and feeling rather exposed already, as I walk into the hall Sofia grabs my zipper and pulls it down further, revealing my cleavage beneath the soft costume material. As I turn the corner my eyes meet again with the host across the room who bites his knuckle and shakes his head at me. Rolling my eyes and laughing I gesture at him to pour me another drink.

Drink in hand I walk around the massive house searching for my husband who I assume is here although I haven’t heard from him all day. I find him in the garage with a group of his clients and friends. I kiss him hello and then feel a hand on my low back, I turn to find Nathan, standing close and looking down at me a little hungrily. Uh oh. Nathan has been my husband’s best friend for close to 8 years or so, they work together, play together and he spends a lot of time hanging out at our house. He’s also annoyingly good looking. Dark, strong and athletic, naturally inclined to most sports, he’s got a serious jawline, and over that jawline is a dark beard, always trimmed and neat. That hair happens to also spread down his chest and belly cut rather close as well. I can actually see most of his chest as I turn to look up at him. My husband and Nathan coordinated their outfits too for the party. Nathan is wearing a tight collared shirt, white with green suspenders, his arms are filling it out too well, muscles straining against the material, and he has it unbuttoned down past his chest.

He wraps me in a hug, on my toes I press up against him but briefly. I can’t help but want to be close. His warm hands on me trigger a sense memory of the time we spent together only a couple of weeks prior. *His hand in my hair, lifting my chin to kiss me and pressing me against the wall with his body, both of us completely naked.* To be honest if he looks hungry I probably look ravenous and I should cool it in front of all these people. I put my drink in between us and take another step back.

I step back into a group of girls who I’m fairly close with (at least at parties). They’re laughing and grabbing me, already drunk and starting to dance. I finish my beer to dance and grind with them for awhile. The coolness of their limbs on me helps dispel the heat of the brief exchange with Nathan.

The party continues for hours longer, Jameson and Guinness flowing in true St. Patty’s fashion, people finally begin to slow down and we are all piled on the floor or couches. Somehow Emily started talking about my tits and my husband helpfully pipes up that he has a picture of them when they are “massive” (his words). My breast tissue does swell rather dramatically depending on the time of the month, but massive is not a word I’d ever use to describe them.

Either way he pulls out his phone and hands it to the girls who begin scrolling through naked pictures of me. I’m rather intoxicated at this point and past caring so I pretend to be embarrassed and hide my face. Through my fingers I can see that a couple of guys have walked behind the girls to look, Nathan among them. The look he gives me after is dizzying, I can feel the heat spreading in my belly again and I close my eyes. *He is kneeling over me with my legs laying spread open wide, my hips pressed high with need, his one hand gripping my hip, the other steadying himself on the bed, his eyes locked with mine as he lowers himself into me.* I feel so full of need for it, it’s been building all evening, the touches and the glances, this slow burn that is making my chest ache and my nipples contract and harden. I press my wrists against them and shake my head at myself. Do other people ever get this consumed by desire? It seems unlikely.

Prior to that fateful weekend I had only ever been with my husband. Religious stuff, married very early, lucky for us we click incredibly well despite the odds. Although we had a little learning to do in the beginning (both virgins) our sex life has been very fulfilling, and has lead us to the place we are now, trying out an open marriage.

People begin to slowly leave the party. Sofia and Emily are passed out in the back bedroom. I checked their respiratory rates earlier, just precautionary, it was not alarming, but also indicated they would be out for the rest of the night. There’s just a few of us now, the hosts and a few straggling guests. We lean against walls and furniture and move slowly to the music which is quieter now. My husband and Nathan among them.

My husband pulls out his phone and types for a minute, and he shows his phone to Nathan. Nathan reacts with eyebrows raised, and gestures slightly with his head at me, I look curiously and see that he’s written in a text, “She’ll go upstairs first, then you follow. I’ll join later.” I try not to react, but my heart began to thud. This comes as a complete surprise to me, my husband – Jack never mentioned any of this. What if someone notices? How does his fiancée feel? I wish those were my thoughts, but they weren’t. My thoughts were raw and racing *rocking forward* *on my knees at the edge of the bed, him standing behind me, his hands on both of my breasts, my hands on his – he holds me in place, thrusting into me from behind.* I swallowed and nodded at Nathan.

“World’s best wingman,” I whispered later to my husband as I tiptoed by him and up the stairs. The room wasn’t much, the hosts had just moved in and hadn’t set it up as a proper guest room yet. It was also just adjacent to the Master bedroom. Poor placement for what we had planned, but nothing short of natural disaster was going to stop me from getting what I needed tonight. There were a stack of pillows and blankets and two sleeping bags already laid out. It didn’t matter. Less noise on the floor. I laid down and closed my eyes, I thought about turning off the light but I wanted to see him. I wanted to see what I was doing to him, to see if it was anything like what he was doing to me.

There was a quiet knock on the door and the handle turned. I stood up out of nervousness, but when he entered the rushing in my head quieted and was I left with just my need. Our eyes met and he walked a couple of steps toward me as I slowly unzipped my green Care Bear costume. “God,” he breathed as he looked at me, and reached up to touch my exposed chest and neck. His mouth took mine then, my eyes closed and my hands gripping his arms, sliding over his chest, his back, his hips pressed to me and I moaned into his mouth low and soft. “Shh,” he smiled and touched his finger to my lips. Looking up at him I bit his finger and nodded, my hands getting to work on the buttons of his shirt. My costume in a puddle at my feet I was left in a black bra and panties. After getting his shirt off him I unclasped my bra and threw it aside. I wanted to feel his chest against mine, his weight on me. Instead he whispered for me to lie down. I did as told and he knelt over me.

He took one nipple in his mouth and positioned his knee between my legs, adding pressure to my aching mound, my hands pressed to the floor, reflexively arching my back towards him. “Fuck,” he murmurs, he’s not usually a man of few words. “Shh,” I tease and put my thumb against his mouth, feeling the scrape of his beard against my hands. He growls at me and presses his body against me, pinning me to the floor. Both hands in my hair he kisses me roughly and grinds his hips to me. His jeans are still on but I can feel his substantial hardness through the thick material.

“Please take these off,” I moan quietly, tugging at his back pockets. He rolls away to slid out of his jeans. I sit up on my elbows to watch. When he’s finally fully unclothed he crawls over me pulling off my panties. “God you’re so wet,” he says as he slides his thumb along my swollen slit, I close my eyes at the sensation and I bite my lip to stop the whimper that was building in my throat. I don’t know when Jack is coming but I just want to ride Nathan, I just want to consume him by myself for a little while. I sit up and push at his chest. He lays back as I climb over him, first leaning over his face, he catches a nipple with his warm mouth and I melt into him. I lock his belly and chest with my thighs and his hands roam my body, his mouth continuing to draw me in. I pull up and plant my hands on his chest, goal-oriented now I lower myself onto his throbbing dick, slowly rocking onto him although it slips in with ease, filling me thickly. Ecstasy. This is what I’ve wanted since I first saw him looking at me in the garage.

I hear a sharp intake of breath, and my eyes open to watch him as his hand rakes his hair and his eyes squeeze tightly, his other hand tightening on my hip, pressing me to him. “Slowly,” he breathes his eyes still shut. His body is tight as a rope, his eyes now searching mine for something like mercy. I nod at him and press both my hands against his chest for balance and slowly begin to slide up, then down with self control I doubt I could muster again.

It’s too good, I can feel myself trembling, my breathing ragged, I want to scream out his name, to ride him without mercy, but I simply bite my hand to stop my sounds and slowly coax myself to a silent and clenching orgasm along the length of him. My face contorting with the pleasure, I continue to clamp on my hand for silence, his eyes are open and watching me ride the waves.

“That was unusual,” I say when the panting has subsided. And it was, it usually takes a bit more than a couple of minutes of riding to put me over the edge. But there it was. “I could watch that for the rest of my life,” he whispers, his eyes dark with desire still. I laugh and relax my muscles a little, I can feel him still hard as a rock and throbbing as I sit on him. I begin to slowly move again when a soft knock comes on the door.

“It’s Jack,” he says from behind the door, he quietly turns the handle as I turn to look up at my husband from my exquisite perch – atop one of his oldest friends. With my basest needs surprisingly already met, my thoughts fly ahead to what may happen next. I don’t feel unsatisfied, far from it, I feel elevated – heighted, but hungry for more nonetheless.

“Keep going,” Jack tells us, locking the door behind him. Obediently I begin to slide the length of Nathan again, relishing his heat and thickness. I’ve coated him slickly and I’m careful not to raise my hips too far, I don’t want to break contact from him, even for a second. My hands are off his chest and sliding along my hips, my breasts, my neck, my nerves still on end from my orgasm. One of Nathan’s hands is still locked on my thigh and the other is splayed across my belly, adding delicious pressure while keeping me upright.

From my upright position I watch as my husband slowly removes his clothes. To say that he is a beautiful man would be understatement. Of fairer tone than Nathan his scars and freckles stand out on his muscular frame. A youth of extreme sports and misadventure left his body with marks that tell a story, strength, and a grip of actual steel. He is a tall man with thick forearms and long fingers that love to fill my mouth and other, more secret places. It’s not his fingers that are before me now. He towers over me standing to height with his pulsing member in hand. My mouth waters in anticipation. How many nights had I imagined this scene unfolding? *One hand in my mouth, one hand slipping gently across my throbbing clit, arching my back to the ceiling.*

It was better. Better than my imagination. My tongue rolling lazily across the ridges of his head and then taking him deeper until he fills my mouth and thuds against the back of my throat, I groan in pleasure, the sound muffled, then gently sucking I slowly withdraw looking up at him with what must appear as thankfulness. “Shh,” he whispers, hand in my hair, the other tracing gently along my jaw, I blink at him in agreement and continue my labors. Bobbing slowly and wetly on Jack as I raise my hips in time, riding Nathan, his hand still on my belly for support.

My body is tight, my breathing is short, I want to cum but I can’t relax, I begin to tremble again and my husband can see my struggle. He pulls away from my soft and sucking mouth with a hallow popping sound. I look up at him in surprise and he points to the floor. “On your knees,” he whispers. Feeling both regret and relief I lift off of Nathan, hearing his manhood hit his belly wet and heavy. I stretch out on the floor face down for a moment of rest, my eyes are closed and I hear rustling behind me.

Hands grasp my hips and pull me back up to my knees. With hips high in the air I rest heavily on my elbows in a reverent position to catch my bearings. The sudden movement reminds me that I have been drinking and the world spins for a second as I feel hands sliding up my back and slowing as they arrive at my ass. I feel lips and then teeth biting on my left cheek as a finger slides inside of me, probing. My mouth opens but I catch the sounds before they come out. From my position in my peripheral I see another shape stirring beside me.

Nathan sits up on his elbows and watches as Jack repositions himself directly behind me. Our eyes are locked as Jack enters me from behind. I see his dick pulse once as he watches me furrow my brow and murmur low with the sensation. Jack gestures with his head to his friend, and Nathan stands now. With a step towards me he lowers himself, upright but on his knees before me. I lift myself to my hands and look at his up face. I can’t read his expression, but his cock stands at ready, swinging slightly as he repositions his knees and reaches for my face with his hand. My mouth waters again.

He tastes salty and rich, I forget for a moment that I am tasting myself on him. Licking and savoring, I moan again, the vibration causing a throb in my mouth and a squeeze to the back of my neck where one of Nathan’s hands rests. My own hand has begun a slow travel down his chest, feeling the hair beneath my palm and the rigid muscle of his abdomen. Have I always loved men this much? I wondered. I masturbate to women, fantasizing about their soft flesh and curves, but since that weekend I cannot picture anything besides wide and strong hands on my body. I open my eyes again to capture the scene and the sensations suddenly make me weak, I feel trapped between two Greek Gods using me for their divine yet diabolical purposes. I laugh at the picture in my head, no sounds escaping from my full mouth.

But the weakness persists, in my daydreams I never imagined this would be so physically demanding. The thrusting from behind keeping in time with my labors in front of me. I draw my mouth off of Nathan to catch a breath, keeping my hand on him gently pulling. Jack also slips out of me, I stretch back on my legs in a child’s pose and roll my neck from side to side, reaching forward with my hands, my bare breasts graze the floor. When the tension from my body relaxes I look up to see their eyes intent on me. They are not touching themselves but are both still stiffly at attention watching me stretch on the floor. I feel very naked. This time Nathan moves first.

“Lie down,” he tells me for the second time that evening. As I roll to my back both his hands clasp my knees pulling them apart, I watch his face as his hands travel further up my thighs. He doesn’t look at me but is focused intently at the swollen and bare flesh between my legs. His thumb slides over my clit and my hips rise to meet it involuntarily, my legs closing slightly. Pushing my legs wide again with his other hand he lowers his head to meet me. His tongue is hot, his is mouth wide closing around my mound with gentle suction alternating with heated laps from his tongue. His beard scraps my thighs as they lock around his face. The sweet pressure is mounting quickly, my head lolling on the floor as my hand comes again to my mouth in attempt to silence myself. Without the release of noises my body is tense and my orgasm seems to build with increasing fervor. Jack has been watching from an arms length and now moves toward me.

Situating himself above my face his cock grazes my chin and my cheek, I open my mouth to invite it. Because of my position he must do the work this time. His hips move downwards towards me slowly and carefully, working himself shallowly in my mouth. My lips grip him but my mind is focused on my pleasure from the tongue working on me from below. Nathan slips a finger inside me now; a small and high pitch moan escapes me, somewhat muted from the thickness filling my mouth. My hips are bucking towards him, one hand on his head the other wrapped around Jack’s cock keeping him still as I suck and tip over the edge inside of Nathan’s mouth. The heat spreads up my belly in strong pulses, my mouth opens and I turn my head away from Jack to clamp down on my hand again, teeth sharp causing marks I’d find later on the meat of my thumb. My nostrils flare and I make small noises in my throat as the last of the waves crash inside my tight and quivering body.

“Cum inside her,” my husband instructs his friend. Still on my back Nathan looks at me from between my legs with an eyebrow raised in question, I meet his eyes and give him a small nod and barely perceptible smile. The last time we’d used condoms, but in the weeks that followed we’d all been tested and openly discussed birth control. I wanted him to. I wanted him to empty himself inside me, to give him back a taste of what he’d been doing to me all night. It did not take more prompting.

He was still hard as he settled himself above me, my hips lifting to meet his he slid inside me once more. My walls were still tight and occasionally clenching as I came down from my orgasm, and slick with my own lubrication and his saliva. Feeling less drunk now my eyes were wide watching him as he worked over me. The feeling of having someone inside me besides my husband was more intoxicating than the drink. How can something feel so natural, fit so perfectly, yet be so foreign? My hands roamed his body, I could not get enough, touching his arms, his back, his face, feeling the rough scratch of that beard was so alien to me.

He began to pant now, grunting lowly, softly. I felt him thicken even further inside me, my hands tightening on him with the raw need I saw in his face. I wanted to make him cum, I raised my hips higher to him in his rhythm, driving him deeper inside me. “Fuck me, Nathan,” I groaned. I don’t usually swear. Gripping my shoulder he drove into me a final time. I felt the throbbing begin. He let out his breath low and long, with a small guttural sound behind it. I’d remember that sound for nights to come, laying in bed, my body tense with need and the memory. He collapsed on top of me for a moment, I could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Then he stood, gathering his clothes to dress. His cum spills out and onto the blanket below. I watch him from my back on the floor. My husband sits quietly leaning against the wall where he watched the scene unfold. His eyes were on me still. As Nathan left the room my husband silently gets to his feet. Roughly he grabs me and flips me to my belly. I am not delicate. I have been waiting for his touch. Grasping both my wrists in one hand behind me and pulling me to my knees he enters me. I relax my body as he begins to pound his emotions and desires into me. My shoulders settle to the floor as he keeps my hands locked. Suddenly, my wrists are released, and I feel his hand on my neck. I press myself up from the floor with my hands and back my hips more firmly to him. His grip tightens around my neck as I feel his other hand begin to circle my clit from below. I am so close. I cannot stop my sounds. “Shh,” he whispers darkly at me tightening again on my throat. I cannot stop, I’m trying. I begin to clench around him, sucking air in gulps, he lets go of my neck, my shoulders slump to the ground and I grab a pillow to moan into as the orgasm takes me again.

It does not take him long after that. A few more pumps and his seed joins Nathan’s inside me. We both collapse then. Dripping more cum onto the blanket as we part. “I’ll be taking this home to wash,” I think absently.

In the morning our small group gathers again for brunch. Over coffee I peer nervously into the faces of our hosts, searching for signs they had heard us, or assumed. Not a blink out of the ordinary. We part ways in the afternoon, tired and hungover we walk to the car. Safely inside I lean against Jack, “Thank you,” I mumble into his arm, and fell asleep on the ride home.

**I’m so sorry for any grammatical errors. Please let me know so I can fix them!**

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