I went down on my good friend’s wife at New Year’s Eve party [MF][Cheating]

This happened last week at a New Year’s Eve party and I still can’t fucking believe it happened and have been walking on cloud nine/nervous as fuck all week.

Before you all think I’m a monster (and maybe I am, but please just try to enjoy the story first) let me introduce you to my friend Brad and his wife Courtney.

I’ve been friends with Brad since college when we were roommates freshman year. We became very close and had a great group of friends all through college, many of whom still hang out together to this day. He’s always been kind of a ladies man. It’s funny, because he’s average looking, but has always been able to get girls. Throughout college I saw him get with many girls, he was one of those guys always on the prowl.

After college he met Courtney. She was rather plain looking compared to some girls he’s been with, but pretty. She has always reminded me of a Jennifer Lawrence type if Jennifer Lawrence through her hair in a pony tail and had no make up on. Her body is fantastic though. She’s one of those girls who generally dresses fairly conservatively so that when you see her in a cocktail dress or bikini you’re sort of like “Oh shit, I forgot Courtney has such a great body.”

Anyway, she is outside of his type and so it surprised all of us when they got serious, eventually got engaged, and got married.

Now, two things you must know before you judge me. One is that now that they’ve been married a couple years, Brad has not really changed. While I don’t know of any instances of him actually cheating (other than at his bachelor party), he’s the first guy when we’re out for a guy’s night to get another girl’s number…or to specifically want to go to a club to “get girls”…or to try to get us to a neutral place where we can hang out with some women.

Secondly, both of them have complained about their mundane sex life since getting married. They went from a couple where when we originally introduced her told me “Dude, this girl does stuff in bed I’ve never even imagined,” to both of them telling different friends in our group how they only have sex once every couple of months.

This is where today’s tale starts. The two of them hosted a New Year’s eve party last week. It was a nice event, one of those medium sized parties with probably 30 people at the maximum during the night.

We all get pretty tipsy, some more so than others. Around 2-3 AM most people had left. There were probably 8-10 people left who could not drive, most of them passed out around the house other than a couple still stirring around in the basement.

I went out to the garage to grab one last night and to smoke a joint. I was about a third of a way through when Courtney came into the garage.

She was wearing a dark blue dress which really set off her body type. It was not form fitting, but one of those dresses that sort of loosely fell over her body showing off every curve. She had just enough cleavage and you could see the shape of her boobs very nicely. I don’t know exactly how big she is but I’d guess 36 D or DD. You could see her soft curves very nicely in the dress, and I had enjoyed checking out her ass all night.

She grabbed a drink from the fridge and cracked it open. I could see in her eyes that she had been crying but decided I’d leave it alone. I offered her a hit off the blunt I was holding and she said “yes please.”

“Great party” I said to her. She nodded and looked at me, her green eyes still partially filled with tears. She wiped her eyes and said, “I just don’t get guys. I really don’t get you at all.”

“Here we go” I thought, I guess we’re going to hear it.

She poured open, telling me she and Brad had not had sex in two months, that she tried to fuck him tonight but he passed out on the bed and told her to get off he had to sleep. She didn’t understand how on a special night like this he couldn’t even get it up to fuck her and how “we’re only 30 but we’re already like a 60 year old couple.” How she wanted it all the time but HE was the one to always say no and what couple is like that. And blah blah blah.

I threw an arm over her and we continued to talk and drink and smoke.

At a point I mentioned that even if he didn’t want to fuck at least maybe on occasion he could just give her oral, or use a toy, etc. She said, “He hasn’t given me oral since we got married.” I was fucking blown away. Almost 3 years and he’s gone down on her zero times? What the fuck?

Being drunk and high, I sort of went on a tirade. “I don’t get guys that don’t like to go down on girls. I fucking love it. I’ve always loved it. Plus, it makes the whole experience last longer so that if…ya know, the sex doesn’t last as long as I’d like it at least she’s gotten off.”

She said something to the effect of, “I wish I was with a guy like you, I could use that every day!”

I blurted out, “Hell, I’ve always thought you were beautiful, if I was with you I’d be begging to eat your pussy every day.”

We could both sense that one (and probably both of us) and just crossed the line. She had a look of worry that was quickly replaced by a look I’ve never seen on her face before. Something between confidence and seductive.

“You know, you don’t have to get. What if we just…did it? One time, right here and right now, it never leaves this room. I….need this.”

I had no time to think in the moment. It was either act or don’t act. And between the booze and the weed and this beautiful woman, I couldn’t imagine not going for it.

I kissed her on the lips, our tongues finding each other immediately, the room going silent other than our lips and tongues smacking together.

We kissed for 10-15 seconds before she broke it. “No more kissing for now…sorry. It’s just too….too real or something.”

Fine by me. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Given we were in a garage I was unsure how we were going to do this. Certainly I wasn’t putting this girl on a dirty garage floor. So I improvised. They had a car and an SUV in the garage, so I placed her down on the hood of the car.

I hiked her dress up to her waist line. She had a sexy little matching blue thong on under her dress. She reached down and grasped at the waist band of the thong with her thumbs and pulled it down, tossing it to the side.

I got down on my knees and pulled her toward me, her back and ass gliding over the rear of the dress. She let her legs fall apart, showing me her beautiful perfect pussy. She had a perfect little “innie” type pussy other than just the tiniest hint of clit and inner labia peaking out. I could already see a slight glisten.

I decided to tease her for a bit, kissing up her inner thighs…first the left, then the right. I licked along the labia majora, pretending like I was going to penetrate with my tongue but then pulling back. I kissed one side of her lips, sucking on just the lip, then letting to. I brushed my mouth over her clit, letting a hot breath hit it without taking her clit in my mouth.

She was already moaning very softly. I looked up briefly to see her eyes closed, her hands on her breasts which were still confined to her dress.

I continued teasing, taking the other side of her lips in my mouth, sucking on it and licking it. I kissed again inside her inner thigh, down to less than an inch from her pussy, then to the other side. I let my lips and tongue glide ever so slightly right over the opening.

Then I finally let her have what she wanted. I pushed my tongue onto her clit ever so slightly, putting just enough pressure so she could really feel it. She let out a deep breath as I finally did this and breathed “oh yes.”

I started licking, slowly but purposefully, flicking her clit with my tongue giving her light pressure. I used my hands to rub her inner thighs, up and down and spreading her slightly. She tasted so sweet, the smell of her becoming more aromatic as she got wetter and wetter.

She lifted her ass slightly as I hit her clit with slightly more pressure. “Oh fuck…keep going…” she said slightly louder now. I grasped my hands under her ass now, pulling her towards me and licking her more aggressively.

I would use my tongue to occasionally move down and hit her pussy, burying my tongue deep into her and getting a wonderful taste before moving back up to her clit.

I did tiny circles on her clit with my tongue, now applying slightly more pressure and speed.

“OH fuck” she said again, this time loudly enough that it echoed slightly in the garage. Between doing what I was doing, who I was doing it with, and knowing the risk of someone barging through the fucking door and killing me or getting me killed, I was rock hard.

As I sped up on her clit, she grabbed my hair. “Fuck…just like that, don’t move, stay right there…” she said. Knowing I damned well better listed, I stayed right where I was and started licking her clit just slightly faster but staying right on top of her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Her breathy sights and light moans got louder. She was now moaning and gasping louder, her back arched on the car. I continued going as fast as my good, my jaw starting to get tired but determined to give Courtney an orgasm, one she’d waited so fucking long for.

Her hand pounded the top of the car. “Fuck…” she said. “Fuck. I’m cumming. Keep….going….” She let out her loudest moan yet, a higher pitched scream that echoed in the room once again. Her hips bucked up to my mouth as she clamped her ass cheeks together. I could tell she had her hand on her mouth as she fought back moans and yelps.

She finally dropped her ass back down and grabbed my hair tighter, pulling me up. “Okay okay okay…holy fuck it’s so sensitive now…hold on a second.”

I looked up. Her face was beet red, her tits now out of her dress entirely, looking beautiful (and larger than expected) if not somewhat awkward because they were being pushed upward by her dress which she had simply pulled down over them.

I stood up momentarily, almost as if to stretch, and took in the sight. Courtney looking beautiful, half naked and beaming red, her legs still spread and her pussy (and really whole area between her legs), now soaked. I could still taste her on my tongue.

Now more confident I looked to her. “Are you ready for round two? Because I’m not done yet.”

I got back down between her legs. I pulled her closer to me again and she giggled.

This time I dove in more aggressively, pushing my tongue against her clit and not wasting any time teasing. I lightly flicked my tongue against her, bringing her back onto her back. I looked up and could see her hands cupping her large breasts, fondling them and using her fingers to give each nipple a small twinge. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed lightly.

I used my fingers to brush her inner thighs once again, but this time I brought my right hand to the middle. I pushed my index finger into her pussy, sliding in easily as she was absurdly wet. I pushed a second finger in and began fingering her very lightly as I continued working my tongue on her clit. She let out an “oh fuck yes…I fucking love it,” as I pushed my two fingers all the way inside of her.

She started humping my hand and mouth as I continued to work both with my hand and my mouth on her. I used my whole tongue to complete full laps on her clit, again putting just enough pressure to make sure she could really feel it. I used my fingers to give her the “come hither” time motion inside, a move I’ve always found is a winner.

I started to speed up my hand up, my fingers making noises inside her pussy that echoed about the garage, making the place sound like a porn shoot. She was breathing hard, bucking her hips slightly into me, still playing with her boobs (which I kept trying to glance at but was difficult).

As I sped up she again got louder, her moans becoming louder and louder. As something that started out so clandestine, it sure seemed like she’d dropped all pretenses in the name of enjoying this fully.

She moaned quickly and lightly I sped up. My fingers were flicking about as fast as I could as I sped up my tongue.

“God…damnnit. FUCK!!” She screamed out. “Keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going.” I pushed down on her clit and inside her pussy as she squeezed. I could feel her pussy clamp down, as again she bucked her hips up. She had such a grip on me I couldn’t move my fingers so I just moved my tongue.

She let out a squeal which almost sounded like a cry. I could feel her pussy spasm several more times, fluid practically gushing in (not squirting, but she was suddenly much more wet on me).

She was finally all the way back on her back. I pulled off of her, looking down at what was a total mess, her juices all over the car and her dress, her dress now pulled all the way up over her pierced navel. She threw her head back with her eyes closed, then back forward.

“Jesus christ, where has that been all my life,” she said, smiling at me, not doing anything in the least to cover up the scene I was looking at.

Suddenly we heard a door close somewhere else in the house, somewhere near by.

She jumped up. My heart started pounding, my adrenaline pumping even more than it had. She pulled the straps of her dress and bra back up, covering her boobs. She pulled her dress down.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

She looked at me. “Listen, you clean up real quick. DON’T come back in for five minutes or so…”

I nodded, not sure what else I could do. She grabbed her thong from the floor where it had ended up, handing it to me. “Everything about this night stays with us and ONLY US. You can keep this as a memento.”

She leaned in and kissed me. She placed her hand on my still rock hard cock. “Thank you Sam. Thank you so fucking much.” She kissed me one more time and walked out of the garage.

“Ha!” I could hear her say in the next room. “I thought you passed out ages ago!”

I found an old rag to clean up the hood of the car. I picked up the still burning tiny blunt and took a drag off of it as I sat there, my cock finally at half staff, trying to figure out what the FUCK just happened.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ad7b9b/i_went_down_on_my_good_friends_wife_at_new_years