I fucked my girlfriend while her best friend watched, but my girlfriend didn’t know we had an audience…(Part I) [MFF]

Obligatory Warning: Long. This is for those who like the details, amongst whom I count myself. The more you give me, the better the story is for me. I hope you all enjoy it! Preface: I’ve been with my wife, Eliza, for eleven years now, but we were only together for about two years when this story happened. I’ve only been in three serious relationships, and before now, had never cheated on anyone. I also don’t count what happened throughout this day as cheating per se, because we were going through a bit of a rough patch at this time where we weren’t together officially but we were still hanging out and hooking up occasionally. She was also talking to a couple of people, but I was too busy with work and school to focus on getting my dick wet. The point being, we were FWB. I love her friends and we all get along really well, though, so Eliza asked me to come to this event with her friends to see if we could maybe work on things with us. We did end up fixing things and have been together continuously and solidly since about two weeks after this happened (nine years now).

I’m going to lead with our physical descriptors, and then do my best to quickly get to the good stuff. At that time in our lives, I was 24, 6′ 6″ and about 215lb of retired swimmer-turned-crossfitter muscle; my dick is just shy of 7″ when fully hard and 5.5″ in diameter, or 2″ thick across. It’s been described as damn near perfect by quite a few girls, having just that right combination of thick-but-not-too-thick while occasionally tickling a cervix. I have brown hair and two different-colored eyes. Eliza was 25 at the time, and is still 5’6″ and 115lb of blue-eyed bottle blonde, bouncing B-cup tits with a thicc runner’s ass that I just always want to bite – you know the kind of ass I’m talking about, the kind that looks like it’s made of bubble gum. Picture an even more bubbly Elle Woods, and that’s Eliza. She also has the tightest innie pussy with a cute little dimple right above her clit. I loved filling that dimple with my cum up until she started letting me fill her pussy instead – even then, I would save a drop or two to wring out of my dick and top off that cute little bitch.

We were traveling with a group of her friends and their boyfriends/husbands for a St. Patty’s Day crawl. At the time, whenever we traveled with this group, we all stayed at someone’s house or apartment and just took over the family/living room with air mattresses and pillows, and blankets. This group is relatively modest around each other, so there wasn’t ever much skin on display or lewd jokes, things of that nature. That’s what makes this story so much hotter to me.

Sunday morning, our group of 10 were all in pain from St. Patty’s Day drinking and had been planning on sleeping late and having a lazy start to the day before we all drove back to our homes. My wife and I were sleeping around the corner from the family room, where we could sort of see through to the family room, but only I could see all the way into it thanks to how the entryway was framed. The edge of the room was maybe 12′ from where we were sleeping (pertinent). I woke up raging hard, and after looking around and seeing everyone dead, immediately decided “Fuck it” – it was only 8a and everyone was still asleep thanks to their green beer-induced hangover. Eliza was sleeping on her side next to me but had been stirring a bit for 20mins. I grabbed her tit with my right hand and with my left hand, pulled my dick out of my briefs, pushed the crotch of Eliza’s shorts to the side, and lined up the tip of my cock at her entrance. The tip found her quite wet. Eliza loves waking up with me inside of her; sometimes she says no to sex though, and that’s that, but she’s always been happy to let me know whether or not she was up for some dick *after* I was inside of her. This is one of those times when she loved it.

I slid my head up and down her slit once or twice to slick it up and went to push all of my dick right the fuck in. For once, my member slid in very easily; within maybe 2 seconds, I was hilted in her, Kegeling my cock to swell it up and stretch her out some more while trying to drive it as deep as I could in her with that first push. I hope you gents get to know this feeling one day, this feeling of having a tight pussy stretch for you as you just go for it and enter it all the way for that r/firstinsertion, not having to fuck around with “Gentle, gentle.” It’s the best sensation to go from being desperate to be in a pussy to being all the way in that pussy immediately. That warm slickness gripping you while taking you all in at once..oof.

She woke up within a couple of pumps and looked back at me wide-eyed and blushing, and I felt her get even wetter. I whispered something like, “Don’t worry, I know this will be quick” and gave my cock a nice little Kegel to engorge it and fill her with some more meat. Feeling that stretch gave her the final push she needed to take some dick – she grabbed my hand from her breast, bit my thumb to keep from moaning, and thankfully, mercifully, Hallelujahley, gave me the nod. I began to slowly pump in and out of her, hoping that the sheets wouldn’t squeak against our air mattress, and she sucked on my thumb to keep from making too much noise. I love slow-fucking Eliza to this day and occasionally fantasize about this story during our lazier romps. I love slow-fucking her not because of the sex itself, though, but because of the memory of her friend Kristin that it brings up.

Please permit me to describe Kristin, now. Kristin is 5’3″ish and maybe 130lb of muscle. She runs marathons and lifts Olympic-style 3x a week. She has an even better ass than Eliza, with that high-sitting runner/lifter ass that is just ROUND. Like, follow the arc of her ass and you’ll end up with a perfect circle. She has perky, smaller B’s (as I learned that morning) than Eliza, with the cutest half dollar-sized areolae with pencil eraser nips. My favorite thing about her, though, was her eyes. They’re this beautiful shade of pale green with little flecks of hazel. Combine that with her Irish-pale skin, a light smattering of freckles, and loosely-curled brown hair, and you have a most fuckable little spinner. Whenever she laughed, she always let go a little snort and then turned a lovely shade of pink from embarrassment. There was no hiding her emotions, this girl. I always felt that we had a bit of an attraction towards each other, and had lightly flirted, but Kristin had been dating her boyfriend since high school, and they were newly married at that point. Oh yeah, she and my wife are best friends, too.

As I said, Eliza and I were off to the side a bit from the family room with our heads lying away from the entryway to it, but I could see mostly into the family room where the other 8 of us slept. Kristin had started to stir and proceeded to get up off the futon. I saw this out of the corner of my eye and slowed my movement down to a veeeeeery slow in and out, just tilting my hips more than anything. It turned into some just-the-tip action while I kept an eye on Kristin to see if she noticed us. She didn’t, so I started working in more of my cock, eliciting a soft moan from Eliza. Kristin didn’t hear her, and to my shock, disbelief, and joy, started to change. She was standing in the corner furthest from me and, after turning her back to the group, lifted the hem of her white undershirt to reveal her pert breasts. The universe truly smiled on me that morning, for Kristin was facing a full-length mirror located in the corner of the family room. At this point, I started fully working Eliza’s wet cunt again – I slowly reached up and grabbed her by her ponytail, driving her head into the pillow and saying, ‘Keep quiet,’ all the while watching Kristin as she changed. I hope you guys out there reading this get the chance to use a live pussy as a fleshlight one day, too. As I used Eliza’s, Kristin took her shirt off and I received a glorious view of her chest and 4-pack abs. She bent over and picked up her bra, and when she stood up to put her arms into her bra straps, she looked up and locked eyes with me in the mirror. From where she was standing, she could see me entirely, and could clearly see that I was fucking her friend via the motion of my hips under our blanket. She could see Eliza probably from the neck/chest down, just not her head. After a moment of eye contact and Kristin realizing I was inside of her friend, I picked up the depth of my thrusts, exaggerating my hip movement. She dropped her bra and picked up her white t-shirt, slipping on.

I quickly panicked, worried that things were about to get very awkward, but that fear quickly dissipated when I saw her slip a hand under her shirt and start moving at her breasts. When I saw her other hand slip down the front of her shorts, I got even harder and whispered in Eliza’s ear, “Shh, don’t wake anyone up, we don’t want them seeing us.” I felt a new flood of wet in response and a squeeze from those oh-so-delicate muscles and started hilting myself again in her – not hard or fast, but deep and pressured. She ground her ass against my hips, and I could feel her fingers tickling the underside of my cock as she worked her clit a bit. I watched as Kristin’s hand rubbed her pussy through the front of her shorts and dipped my head down at her, all the while maintaining eye contact. She read my mind and dropped her other hand from her nipples, which were peaked and straining at her t-shirt by this point, and pulled down the front of her shorts. Her mons was shaved clean, and I could see that her pussy lips were swollen and blood red, the morning sun reflecting off of her wetness. She let me look for about ten seconds before covering her hand and pussy back up, her other hand returning to tweaking her nipples while her mouth hung open in a tiny ‘o’. She lifted her shirt above her right breast, so I got to watch her play with her nipples, another kink of mine. Her poor husband (and one of my good friends now) was asleep on the futon next to her, unaware that his wife was abusing herself right above him to the sight of her friend getting fucked. I felt Eliza start to tense and push back even harder on me while her face was still pressed into her pillow, causing the tip of my cock to start bumping her cervix. That sensation is my cum-trigger, and almost immediately after feeling that, I started to spill myself in Eliza. It is, to this day, a Top 5 orgasm for me (read my other story to learn about another one).

As I started to fill Eliza’s pussy, I threw the blanket off with my hand and lifted Eliza’s leg with my knee, exposing our raw fuck to Kristin while watching three of Kristin’s fingers stretching her lips – I loved watching her tightness stretch and contract around her fingers, it was truly mesmerizing. I felt Eliza squeeze me, and my mouth dropped open wide as I drove myself as deep inside of her as possible, still making eye contact with Kristin while I came. I’m pretty sure her eyes were glued to where Eliza and I were joined, watching as the base of my cock pulsed inside of her best friend. As I finished, Kristin continued to finger herself, and when I pulled out of Eliza, I heard a large gob of my cum land thickly on the sheet. At this, Kristin started to spasm a bit, bending at the knees and shaking slightly as her own orgasm overtook her. I slid my cock up and down Eliza’s slit some more, diving all the way in and out to try and encourage more cum to fall out. During Eliza’s and my last few minutes of sex, I never stopped looking at Kristin – her body was on fire, red in the face, chest, and pussy lips. Eliza started to rouse a bit, stopping my slick cock’s continued exploration inside of her, and I quickly lowered her leg and covered her soaked slit back up; Kristin simultaneously snapped to her senses, quickly grabbed some clothing, and quietly disappeared to the bathroom.

Eliza whispered, “I can’t believe we just did that, I can’t believe you just came in me!” and started to finger her cum-soaked pussy. I whispered back, “You loved it. Imagine if your friends saw me fill you.” She got red in the face and started to rub herself more vigorously, greedy for another orgasm.

At this point, I was spent but also worried about Kristin. I told Eliza that I was going to go pee, and got up to go to the bathroom while leaving her to a cum-lubricated jill-off. Kristin opened the bathroom door right as I got to it, and was still obviously flushed in the cheeks with her nipples poking through her shirt. I immediately apologized to her, saying something about how I was still a bit drunk and I don’t know what came over me. She tried to laugh it off and say “Same,” but that lovely, rose-colored blush enflamed the rest of her face. At this, I threw on my best seductive face, something at which I was not particularly skilled, and whispered, “I liked you watching me.” Her breathing picked up while her nipples strained at her shirt. I stepped to the side to let her pass, and could have sworn I saw a hint of moisture on her inner thighs under the hem of her shorts as she walked away. God, she had an amazing ass (still does). I went into the bathroom and got cleaned up, and carried on with the rest of my morning. Maybe 15 minutes had passed since I first started inside Eliza, and I spent another ten in the bathroom trying to get myself together. As I exited, I hear the faint sounds of my group starting to rouse, and tried to put on a face as if everything was normal.

That wouldn’t be the first time that Kristin and I encountered each other in that bathroom that day, but this took a long time to write, and I have work to do. I’ll tell you all the rest later so long as there is enough interest. Please leave me comments or feedback, I’d love to hear thoughts as to my writing style. This is a true moment in my life, and one of my favorites – I sat here erect as I wrote it. I hope you all enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoyed living it!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tjsy64/i_fucked_my_girlfriend_while_her_best_friend