Our best man [M] has his way with my girl’s [F] beautiful ass

Pre-amble (skip to ‘The story’ below if that’s all you want)

The response to mine and Cara’s first few stories has blown us away and we’ve fucked very hard after reading your comments and messages. Thanks for giving us so much material to touch each other and cum over! Cara has been particularly turned on by what you’ve said about her photos – much gratitude for making her so wet for me these last few nights!

The first two posts were very sexually explicit in the end. Inspired by your feedback, though, we’re sharing a slightly more vanilla – but still very hot – experience with you today.

A few of you have asked whether I’d ever consider sharing Cara, rather than just fantasising about her hot past (some wondering if I’d share her with a man, others with a woman…). I really don’t know about that. We don’t rule it out but while sex between just the two of us is still so horny and constant, it’s not really crossed our minds – yet.

Because this has been a consistent theme in the feedback, it did cause me to think a lot about the night in our relationship when I felt like I did kind of share Cara (part of her at least) with another guy, indeed the friend who ended up being best man at our wedding. This was before we were married. Full disclosure at the outset, he didn’t fuck her. I did say it was more vanilla by comparison to the first few stories – but I share it because Cara and I sometimes talk about it in bed and it has, shall we say, done the job! So here goes.

The story

In our home town there’s a music festival in one of the parks every summer (pre-Covid anyway!) and, for a few years in our twenties, Cara and I always went with another couple, my friend Max and his then-girlfriend Lucy, a good-looking little brunette to complement Cara as the sexy blonde of our group. It was a really fun day out. We’d drink a lot, dance a lot and then usually end up back at Max’s place for some more drinking and chatting, before crashing at his for the night. Cara and I slept in Max’s spare room so many times during those few years.

So we’re at the festival and we’ve been taking turns all day to go to the bar (it takes forever!) and it’s my round. The only problem is Cara’s enjoying the music and she’s sitting on my shoulders so she can see over the crowd.

At this point, I’ll just stop to say she was wearing a little black pair of shorts (black thong underneath), a pair of strappy white sandals, and a black top with a lace bit that was just a bit too high on the chest for proper in-your-face cleavage. But Cara’s small and most guys are taller, so with the right angle and her dancing like a maniac all day there was the occasional decent glimpse of her jiggling tits. Here’s an old Facebook pic of her in the outfit: https://www.erome.com/a/xgFPqJWS

So, I tell Cara I need to go to the bar but she starts complaining that she won’t be able to see the stage if she’s not on my shoulders. Lucy, who’s also on Max’s shoulders at this point, says “that’s okay, I’ll go to the bar to help and Max can make sure you see while we’re gone”. It seemed like a good plan. Lucy and I headed off, just as Max bent down to let Cara position herself on his shoulders instead and then stood up. To be honest, I didn’t even stop to think about my girlfriend’s bare legs being wrapped around my best friend’s neck and dangling in front of him, with his hands on her thighs to secure her. I certainly think about it now.

Lucy and I are gone for ages and by the time we get back with the beers, Cara’s back on the ground standing next to Max and chatting. We join them and I make a really stupid joke, saying something like, “Didn’t expect you to be off his shoulders yet, short-ass. Hope her butt wasn’t too much of a strain for you, Max.” Lucy rolls her eyes and Cara playfully slaps my arm, before Max, misguidedly trying to join in with my teasing says with a big grin, “Not too heavy at all, it felt squidgy and soothed my shoulders.”

Here’s the thing; he was actually trying to be nice after me making my daft remark. Max’s thought process was simply ‘he just suggested Cara might be too great a weight to hold, so let’s compliment her by saying something about how it was fine’. The difficulty with this was he said ‘SQUIDGY’. I don’t know what it was about this word, but Cara flew into a half-mock/half-real outrage, in the very cute and funny way she loves to do when she’s been out drinking. She poked him in the chest and said “what did you just call my bum? Squidgy?! What the hell do you mean by that? I have a fat, squidgy, yucky ass?”

Lucy and I just stood there laughing while Max tried to find the right words to respond. Knowing nothing would suffice, he eventually just said “sorry, I literally just meant it was nice having you on my shoulders”. Cara, half-smiling, wasn’t letting it go and shot back “What about when Lucy was on your shoulders, was her butt squidgy too?” Desperately needing to avoid having two pissed off women, not least his girlfriend, Max said far too quickly “definitely not!” So Cara’s lovely behind could be described as squidgy, but Lucy’s definitely not. Talk about putting your foot in your mouth.

For the last few hours of the festival, Cara was like a dog with a bone. She was outwardly joking, but the more she kept finding opportunities to mention it and have a dig at Max, always with a mischievous smile, I knew it must’ve hit some nerve with her. Cara definitely has a curvy ass and ever since I’ve met her, without any reason to be at all, she’s always been a tiny bit self conscious about it. Lucy’s was maybe very slightly smaller and flatter, but they were actually quite comparable to my eye. I reckon in Cara’s mind she was – quite unreasonably – annoyed that Max might prefer his own girlfriend’s ass to hers. The cheek of it! I love that ridiculous stubbornness about her.

Later, we ended up back at Max’s place. Max and I made cocktails and we were playing cards, all the while Cara was still finding a way to occasionally work the squidgy thing into conversation. I got the feeling this was going to become an in-joke for the four of us. She laid it on thick “oh Max, I’m so, so sorry, I hope your poor sofa can cope with my huge, horrible squidgy arse.”

When we’d first arrived back at Max’s place, we’d sobered up slightly but the cocktails soon sent things rapidly in the other direction. After just a few hands of cards, we were all pretty drunk and bed couldn’t be far off. Then Cara suddenly has an idea to demand satisfaction for being so maligned, in her head, all day by Max. She says “I bet you wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference between mine and Lucy’s bums if they were naked and right in your face.” The other three of us are laughing at this. But Cara goes on “I know, let’s play a guessing game, we’ll use a scarf to blindfold you, then Lucy and I will let you feel our asses and then you have to say which is which.”

I fully expected Lucy to shut this down before I had to. But she’s drunk, giggling and says with very little encouragement from Cara ‘fuck it, I’m in’. The atmosphere in the room was, without much warning, definitely not quite horny… but very flirty. I decide to strongly object and say something like “hold on, no way, I don’t want my best friend groping my girlfriend’s butt”. Max, who’s loving this conversation for obvious reasons, pipes up “oh I didn’t realise I get to touch it AND grope it”. But Cara has a compromise all worked out. “Don’t worry, you can play too”, she says to me.

Realising that would mean I get to touch Lucy’s ass, Max is no longer so cocky and reminds us it’s only him who called Cara’s rear-end squidgy earlier, as if that was now a badge of honour. But Cara is having none of it – both boys will get to feel both girls. Lucy momentarily raises the prospect that this shouldn’t all be one way; why shouldn’t the girls get to guess which butt belongs to which boy too? But everybody agrees mine and Max’s bodies are so different (Cara described me as a ‘stocky rugby player’ and Max as a ‘skinny football [soccer] player’) that they’d be able to guess the difference far too easily. Happy days for us guys!

I’d been presuming this was all happening over clothing, which was a challenging enough thought when we were talking about my future wife and the guy who will one day give a best man’s speech at our wedding. But Cara announces that it has to be naked because she’s wearing shorts and Lucy is wearing a summer dress, so we’ll know who it is by the touch of the material. Nobody seems to care or remember that Lucy may well have a pair of shorts or trousers she keeps at Max’s in the next room. And the rules, such as they were, are thus agreed.

Max and I are sitting next to each other on the sofa, a few feet apart. We’ve been blindfolded and all we can hear is the girls whispering and giggling as they presumably pull their shorts down or lift their dress to unveil their backsides. Then a voice, Cara’s, says quietly, “okay, we’re going to stand in front of each of you for two minutes and then swap over for another two minutes. You have those two minutes to feel your way in front of you and make your decision. At the end of the second two minutes, we won’t say anything – so we don’t give it away – and stay standing in front of you and you have to say who you think was your second bum. We can then take your blindfolds off and reveal who it actually was!” I remember immediately thinking that two full minutes seemed unnecessarily long, but who were we to complain?

I reached out and felt the first ass. It was warm and curvy, soft and tight. I fully expected the girls to still have their underwear on, but I felt all over and there was nothing. I started to get rock hard when I realised their cheeks, their pussies – and, I have to admit, particularly their assholes – were fully out in front of us. If only we could see them too! Maybe Lucy had been wearing sexy French knickers, I started to imagine, and that would be too easily distinguishable from Cara’s tiny g-string. Whatever their reason, I was grateful and I knew instantly this first ass was Cara’s ass. I got my two minutes’ worth of pawing my way around my future wife’s behind uninterrupted, as I’m sure Max got with Lucy too, and then it was time for the switch.

Believing it was Lucy I was about to touch, I was a little more apprehensive reaching out. But I soon got over it as I started to feel her taut and supple derrière. This was also a very, very sexy arse. I could feel my cock repeatedly springing up trying to breach my jeans. I was now 100% sure it was Lucy. I was an absolute expert in Cara’s ass and, without being able to put my finger on exactly why, this butt was similarly shaped but different. My suspicions when clothed that Lucy’s was very slightly smaller and flatter seemed to be proven true in the flesh, I thought. Halfway through enjoying Lucy’s offering, I realised that meant Max was simultaneously having his way with Cara and couldn’t help being jealous but also excited and turned on. I hoped, like me, he’d stuck to pretty much gently squeezing and caressing the outer part of the cheeks, out of some sense of (and this word seems strange I know, given we were drunkenly fondling our respective girlfriend’s asses) respect.

When the second two minutes were over and the girls stepped slightly away, us boys had no idea we would soon be exposed to the most speedy and fleeting visual treat we had ever received. Before that, though, we had to guess. There was silence at first, before we remembered what the girls had said about them staying quiet so as to not give the game away, and so I started. “Okay, I think my second butt is… Lucy.” I could hear some quiet, stifled noises/laughs of reaction. And then Max said “I think my second butt and the person standing in front of me is… also Lucy!” The giggles weren’t quite so stifled anymore as it became clear one of us was clearly wrong!

I then felt hands start to remove the scarf around my eyes. When it came off, there was a lovely, smooth bare butt – not Cara’s – right in my line of sight. It was there only for a few seconds before Lucy dropped the bottom of her dress (which she’d been holding up) over it again and turned around to look at me, laughing loudly. I laughed too and then looked towards Cara and Max. Max’s mouth is open in what seemed like a bit of surprise and awe. I presume, like Lucy, Cara also started off her visual reveal with her ass facing Max on the sofa (lucky guy), but she was now also standing facing him and laughing. The difference was she hadn’t been wearing a dress, she’d been wearing shorts. They weren’t even at her ankles, she’d taken them completely off for the game. The effect of which was my future wife standing in front of my friend with her little top and sandals still on, but nothing on below. That’s right, for a glorious few seconds (lucky guy x2), Max was staring directly at Cara’s bare vagina. And I, in turn, was watching Max momentarily staring directly at her beautiful hairless pussy.

Cara and Lucy dashed out of the room, with Max getting another freebie look at my girlfriend’s bouncing ass as they did so. I wondered why Cara made no effort to either cover her pussy or ass with her hands in those moments. They returned fully clothed a minute later (well, I assumed their panties were back on). To break the ice I said “well that was the most eventful five minutes of my life.” Everybody laughed a lot and then Cara got in Max’s face and said “Ha-ha! You thought my ass was Lucy’s! Does that make Lucy the squidgy one now?” Cara clearly felt satisfied with her victory, but I couldn’t help thinking Max was the victorious one. Though I claim a small victory for myself too at getting to feel and see Lucy that way. The last thing I remember as we went to bed that night is overhearing Lucy a bit disappointedly saying to Max that when he was feeling her butt his hands didn’t grope her much at all, not as much as I did apparently (and I thought I’d been very respectful!).

Some time later, this whole incident came up for the first time in mine and Cara’s love-making. Cara told me she knows the reason Max didn’t overdo the groping with Lucy is because he thought it was Cara. She said “how sweet is that? He didn’t want to feel me up too much out of respect for me and you.” But I said “hold on, when he was actually feeling you, though, he thought it was Lucy. Does that mean he wasn’t so respectful in reality?” To this day, all Cara has said in response to that question is, with a wicked smile, “well, I think it’s enough to tell you his final move of many was to pull my ass towards his nose and lips so that they were temporarily in my crack.”

Max and I have never talked about that night. He’s not with Lucy anymore, so he’s felt up my girl but I’ve only touched his ex. But we were young and drunk, it was funny, it lasted a very short time, and I think talking about it at all could affect our friendship. As Cara sat next to me in the ballroom on our wedding day, though – looking stunning and virginal in her white dress – while Max was giving his best man’s toast to our family and friends, I’d be lying if I didn’t think briefly about him having his face in my new wife’s pussy and asshole, smelling her scent and feeling how wet I know she was during that guessing game.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kga7lw/our_best_man_m_has_his_way_with_my_girls_f