**The Background**
Dominic and I have been best friends for over a decade. I liked Jordan right away when they met and began dating about four years ago. She can dish it as well as she can take it. “One of the guys” but has an outspoken hos-before-bros female perspective. She’s feisty and cute. Not to mention, under her sweaters she’s hiding some serious G cups. Her curly blonde hair and glasses complete the package. You know she’s trouble just looking at her. For my part, I’m 6’6”, tall dark and handsome, but with a terminal case of dad bod. I used to be rather innocent and am exploring a new side of myself here after marriage.
About six months ago, I moved out of my home and was in the process of divorce after a long marriage. Dominic and Jordan had just gotten married and I was one of the best men. I’d been drinking champagne all day long and I was missing my then-wife, and at the reception when it was my turn to dance with Jordan I felt something. I was happy to be dancing with the bride, the most beautiful woman there, the center of attention. I was happy my best friend was being taken care of and loved. I was safe and comfortable and I felt like… like anybody who loves my best friend that much, I love her.
**The Build-Up**
I don’t remember exactly how the flirting started, but it did. She told me out of all of Dominic’s friends, I was the one she’d be most likely to fuck if she had to choose. Dominic and Jordan have an open marriage and so I understood right away this was a real possibility, but it just seemed like something I would really and truly never do. But the mind is a strange thing. I started thinking about it more and more and we, all three of us, would joke about it.
Several months ago I went to see the two of them. We drank Moscow Mules in a hot tub. I lightly rubbed Jordan’s feet and calves for a while under the water and I do not know if Dominic noticed. If he did, he didn’t say anything. They both know I’m a breast connoisseur and I openly checked Jordan out several times in the hot tub and commented how maybe she should take off her top, but she never did.
A month after that we were to have a get-together of our circle of friends at Dominic and Jordan’s home. The two of them were going through some marriage shit and decided to suspend polyamory for a while and work on their issues. The weekend started for most of the group on Friday night, but I had a date and so I came out on Saturday afternoon almost evening and was the last one to arrive.
**The Texting**
I’m driving out Saturday afternoon when Jordan texts me.
*“Why you put hoes before bros?!?”*
>She has G’s. I know you do too but I was allowed to look at hers so
**angry face**
*“You know you’d be able to look at mine if* Dominic *and I were okay.”*
*“Also.* *I’m kinda drunk and a little upset that* Dominic *and I aren’t more okay so we can fuck.”*
Aaaand I sped the rest of the way there.
I get there and all night as we’re playing board games, eating, drinking, Jordan is my shadow and I’m hers. I call her “dear” as a joke, I’m squeezing up next to her on the couch. I’ve been a shameless flirt in the past and my friends are used to seeing it and nobody says anything. They don’t know Dominic and Jordan are poly though and I’m worried I’m giving it away.
Finally, everybody either leaves or goes to bed. I’m on the couch in the living room and Jordan is lying on the floor next to it. Dominic is on the other couch on the other side of the room. I’m playing with Jordan’s beautiful curls and massaging her scalp, and the three of us are just talking about life. We talk about 45 minutes, me touching Jordan the entire time, and Dominic announces that he’s going to bed. Once he’s left, Jordan kneels at the couch and puts her head on me. I rub her neck and shoulders and back and scalp for a while, and then I settle down, cuddle up to the blanket, and stop touching her.
“Good night,” I say softly. She says good night and goes up to bed. I’m drifting off to sleep when she texts me again.
*“That’s the most physical contact I’ve had in a month.* *Thank you.”*
>You’re welcome. I really enjoyed it.
*“Get some rest.”*
>You too. Kinda hoped you were going to lay on the couch for me a bit.
*“That would be way too tempting.”*
>If you do, just for a while.
*“Do you want me to?* *Or do you want sleep?”*
>I want you to. But no pressure if you don’t feel comfortable.
**The Touch**
A minute later, I hear a bedroom door open and close, and Jordan comes down the stairs in pajamas. She walks to me without a word and becomes “little spoon”. It’s so comfortable and sweet. I start small with running my fingers through her hair again. Then it’s neck massage. Then it’s shoulders. I let my hands brush along the front of her body below her shoulders. She seems comfortable. I run them down her back and back up, each time getting nearer and nearer to the waistband on her pants. We laid this way with me caressing her for a long time. I was nervous… did I really want this? Did she? Her body was warm and her skin was soft and creamy. I’m loving her body and her openness to me. Before long I can smell a familiar smell, the smell of a woman getting wet. I don’t know if everybody can smell this when a woman’s clothes are still on, but I certainly can. I move to her stomach. It’s soft and fragile and responsive, especially to the lightest touches. I roam my hand down to her waistband and up to the support wire on her bra. Back and forth along these intimate boundaries… up and down between them. With my hand at the side of her stomach above her leg, I dip below the waistline, caressing her down her thigh and back up and then moving toward center. I went up and over the vagina without touching it and back down her other leg. I knew I had her wrapped around my finger now, waiting on every new touch to be introduced. When I have a woman this well in my grip, I take my time and savor every quiver, every goosebump, and every breath. She was aching for it now. Her hips came up to meet me, and I withdrew again outside of her pants, only to go in with an even lighter touch a moment later. I began moving my hand toward center again and gave her the lightest touch, just barely stroking her pubic hair. Finally I press a little bit and she groans in pleasure. She’s soaking wet, and I begin consistently, firmly, playing with her clitoris, using her wetness as all the lubrication I needed to slide up, down, and in circles. Faster, faster. I slid my ring finger and middle finger inside her, pulsing them against her G-spot and circling my thumb on her clitoris. Her hips start bucking in orgasm and she’s moaning wildly and again I tease her… I slow down, hoping she’ll quiet down and not wake our friends in the next room. We repeat the cycle again, but this time I grab hold of her neck, choking her and pinning her against my body. I enjoy the rush and intensity of another of her orgasms, strong and powerful and full-body, but quiet this time.
She settles down, breathing heavily. Although I wasn’t touched, I was very satisfied at how fully I’d had her and how much she needed me in that moment. We kissed a few soft, tired, sweet kisses, and I sat her up in my lap, lifted her beneath the knees and armpits, and carried her like a baby up to her bedroom.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a5pz7r/my_best_friends_wife_part_1
Wow! I loved this…very wet now