After quite a few drinks, my wife, Jeanne and my oldest friend, Paul, got into a conversation about masturbation habits.
Dinner was long finished, and we had moved from “classy” cocktails to “experimental mixers”.
Paul has been telling us about his college roommate and his habit of giving himself a lengthy stroke after lights out, competent with quiet moans.
“Awkward,” my wife said. “But I bet you did the same fucking thing, just more discretely.”
“No way Jeanne,” Paul said, and he actually blushed a bit. “That’s bathroom time for me, always.”
“C’mon,” said Jeanne. “You mean you’ve never masturbated in front of someone else before?”
Paul laughed, scandalised. “You mean you have?”
Jeanne looked at me with drunken boldness. “Are you kidding? We masturbate together all the time.”
It’s true. We almost always have at least one session a week, where we do ourselves in each other’s company. Sometimes she likes to just watch me stroke myself, other times she’ll finger herself with her legs spread wide while she has a chat to me about her day. It’s always sexy…but I was kinda mortified by her mentioning it.
Paul looked at me and laughed. “Seriously?”
“Jeanne!” I said mock angry…even though I felt my dick getting hard. Where was this going?
“It’s liberating Paul. You should try it!” she said.
Paul shook his head. “You guys are crazy. And besides, I don’t actually have a girlfriend remember?”
Jeanne swigged her cocktail. “Sweetie,” she said, looking at me. “We should do it. All of us. Right now.”
I looked at her a bit shocked, but man was my cock hard. “Enjoying your drink, Jea?” I said.
“I’m serious!” She said, hitting me playfully. I began to think that she actually was. I looked at Paul.
“I don’t think Paul would be up for it sweetie,” I said.
Paul swigged his drink, then breathed in. “I’m fuckig game, bitches.”
I laughed, not thinking he was serious. Then Jeanne stood up and in one smooth motion, shucked off her jeans and panties. Paul and I looked, open mouthed. “Well guys?” She said, and her face was red. She pulled her top over her head and my wife was sitting on the couch, nude, with her legs spread and her finger on her clit.
We both sat staring, open mouthed and shocked into silence. To be honest, I had no idea what to do, and neither did Paul. We watched as she began to jerk herself off and finger her nipples.
After about a minute, she looked at us and said. “Ok, now this is getting awkward. You guys going to join in or should I stop?”
Neither Paul nor I moved, and she just said, “Fuck you guys…you don’t know what you’re missing.” She kept going and after about another minutes had an orgasm so strong, her back arched off the couch like a bridge.
After she recovered, she began to put her clothes back on but I told her to stay naked, and she did. Jeanne can come a dozen times in a row, and after a few minutes, she began to finger herself again while we were talking about some tv show. She came after five minutes, and stayed naked again.
Finally, Paul said, “Fuck this,” and looked at me for permission. I shrugged, and Paul took the permission and dropped his pants to his knees, revealing a very stiff cock. He started to stroke it and Jeanne went for round three.
“You going to join us?” asked Jeanne.
“How about I just play with your boobies?” I looked at Paul. “Want a go?” So Paul and I sat in either side of her and caressed her breasts while Paul got himself off. She came, then he came a few seconds later, into his cupped hand.
We were all exhausted by that point, and Paul was way too drink to drive, so I suggested we all his the sack. We wound up all naked in bed. Jeanne didn’t come againthat night, but she enjoyed falling to sleep with six hands feeling every inch of her body.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/coizcg/the_time_my_wife_and_my_friend_masturbated_next
Super hot! Would you let Paul fuck your wife next time?
Boobies?! Really?! :)