Secret [MFMF] affair between our best friends, and our sly [MFM] attempt to join! (Let’s make this foursome a hexagon)

Most of my wilder moments had been a part of my earlier, single days. There were flings, my earlier story I posted with Chanel, one night stands, occasional bouts of infidelity (not proud!), and overall a bit more pizazz.

My sex life took a turn for the milder once Em and I met, started dating, and then you know… fell in love!

That’s not to say life got any worse. In fact, it got much better. Em grew to fill all the voids my single self didn’t even know existed, and I was over the moon! She became my best friend, she motivates me to be a better version of myself, always keeps me entertained, is the greatest travel partner of all time, and I could go on and on about the sappy, goo goo gah gah aspects of our millennial love story, but I know you’re here for… other reasons.

Before the meat of the story, you’d probably like a description of Em, one that focuses on the parts I don’t share with mom. She’s 5’1” (when wearing shoes) about 115 lbs of sex appeal and feminine muscularity. She’s a former collegiate athlete (soccer and gymnastics), and she hits the gym 7 days a week with me. We do bond in the gym together (insert painfully annoying #fitcouple pun), but really, I just love seeing her sweat it out. She has an ass people talk about. Since I’m there every day (literally), I’ll hear people talk about her butt when they think no one can hear them, and I cannot blame them (and hearing them check it out only adds to my passion for her). What she has in the ass department, she lacks slightly in the chest, as her boobs are *jokingly* smaller than mine (though I’ll be able to add some fun stories here after she gets them done in the future, which she wants to!). She has absolutely gorgeous curly blonde hair, a beautiful smile, slender but muscular legs, and an incredibly cute vibe. She’s a tiny ball of sexiness that can probably kick your ass!

Beyond the love we have for each other, I’d be lying if I said our sex life hadn’t taken an unfortunate turn for the less existent during our 7+ years together. Of course, when we first met, she’d stay over whenever she could, and we’d fuck into the wee hours of the morning, exploring each other’s bodies and learning how to pleasure each other. If we took a trip of any kind, we would do anything and everything we could to be all over each other, including stealing away at her parents’ house to not miss a beat! I learned that she loved when I went down on her, and while foreplay is always a good thing, if it were omitted from our romance… it’d be damn near impossible for her to climax. From time to time, she’ll be really into nipple play (and at others, be very not into it haha). But as time has gone on and we’ve moved from ‘new cute couple’ to ‘they’re obviously married’ (even though we’re not married… yet), the frequency of our bedroom operations has dwindled. We both work a lot, and with our daily fitness regimen, an occasional roommate living with us, and general stress, we’d find ourselves too frequently skipping unscripted sexy time for scripted television series (damn you, suite of Netflix, HBO, Hulu, etc.!).

Fast forward to a few months ago, and we had a sexual re-awakening! On a trip to Mexico, we met a very aggressive couple and caught a vibe with them. Next thing we knew, we were full swapping in both of our hotel rooms and Em and I fucked our first people that weren’t each other in as long as we could remember. And, despite our concerns about it (we’d lightly touched on the idea before, mostly driven by me looking for an FFM threesome), but always thought it might tarnish what we have. Of course, as many of you reading probably know, it only made us closer! I’ll save the details for a different story on a different day, but this is important background information for what happened this weekend.

Since our time in Mexico, our sex life has been re-invigorated, and I can’t get enough of Em. We also have grown to realize that swapping partners really didn’t negatively impact us at all. I got to see another way to pleasure a woman, and she got to see the same for me. I got to see what she might have liked (and disliked) about another partner, and I had the same. We’ve parlayed that into our own relationship, and the results have been ecstatic. So much so… that we’ve been mildly exploring the possibility of opening up our relationship (with each other) via another foursome, some swapping, etc. We’d been looking to maybe experiment with a couple we’ve been friends with for years, but then they broke up and that certainly wasn’t going to happen (at least not with both of them).

But there are a couple of other couples in our friend group we’ve been… wondering about. Jackie and Luke are our longest friends, and probably our best friends. I first me Jackie in the gym (first because I’m way too social in the gym, second because I was so drawn to Jackie’s absolutely insane figure), and through her I met Luke. We all became close, and they were actually the only people whose approval I looked for in first starting to date Em (“hey guys, I’ve been seeing this girl, Em, what do you think of her?”). Needless to say, they gave their resounding approval, and we’ve been friends as a couple ever since! We went to their wedding, and have been abroad with them, gone to music festivals, partied on boats, our lives wouldn’t be the same without Jackie and Luke.

Along with Jackie and Luke, there’s another married couple in our friend group: Sabrina and Keith. They’re slightly newer to the group, but it’s been 4 years now and they’re like family. The six of us will hang out most weekends, and they’ve done nothing but improve mine and Em’s lives. The rub is that, we’ve had our suspicions about Jackie & Luke… and Sabrina & Keith. At times it almost seems, especially to an outsider, that you might pair them as Sabrina & Luke… and Jackie & Keith. Jackie & Keith would often go on work trips together, leaving Sabrina and Luke at home. They’d often just the four of them go camping or get a separate place together while we traveled. If some people were busy, maybe only Jackie & Keith would show up to dinner without their respective spouses, in theory because of some prior engagements. It kind of sped up when Em and I caught Sabrina and Luke in a precarious position outside one of our favorite bars a few weeks ago… and while they claimed they were just having a ‘deep conversation’, their faces were a bit closer than most need to tell a story. A few other things we’ve now noticed… but didn’t register until this weekend, is that Jackie & Luke might have been courting us to join their ‘inner circle’.

We’ve watched a few suggestive movies and shows together including “Euphoria”, “Voyeurs” with Sydney Sweeney, and “Deep Water” with Ana de Armas. We’ve taken very sensual bodyshots off of each other while having a late night on a boat, and we were invited to their hotel room for another friend’s wedding for a night cap. Drunkenly, we’ve cuddled for hours, and one night after everyone else had gone to bed at a house party at Jackie & Luke’s house, Em, Jackie and I had a three-way dance party until about 4 in the morning, after which I was so drunk I got Em to give me a handjob in the living room while Jackie slept about 6 feet away from us.

Now, the truth is that our suspicions about their potential ongoing foursome were in fact spot on… but honestly, we weren’t sure! Both are in such happy marriages, that we didn’t want to suggest anything otherwise! Of course, we know firsthand that extramarital affairs and a loving committed relationship can go hand in hand… but we didn’t want to step there if it weren’t the case.

Then comes this weekend, and wow. For a friend’s birthday, that friend rented a house for us to party at just enjoy each other’s company. There was delicious food, fun drinking games, basketball for the boys, a fire pit for the evenings, and the best company one could ask for. All in all, there were 11 of us staying at the large house (5 bedrooms, lots of couches and a couple of bedrooms with multiple smaller beds, likely designed for kids). From our core friend group, (Em & I, Jackie & Luke, and Sabrina & Keith), only Luke, Em and I could make it this weekend. So, the three of us all carpool to the house, joking along the way about how much we plan to drink, who we imagine will get the most out of hand, all the typical pre-party talk.

After we arrive, I mix up the signature cocktail for the weekend (my famous spicy margs) and we all get to hanging out. We hang by the fire, look at the stars, take shots of tequila and Fireball, and play lots of card games. At about 4 in the morning, most of the group has called it quits, with just a few of us still up listening to some electronic music (likely some Black Coffee), Em and I decide to retire to our bedroom (most of the people that made it were actually without their significant others, we got one of the few private bedrooms). As soon as the door closes, Em and I go at each other and send each other over the edge before being very tired and retreating to some sexy pillow talk. Then it takes a turn. Em lets me know that she and Luke had been talking earlier, and he asked “how much she knew”, presumably about his foursome with Sabrina and Keith. Em responds with “everything” (even though we don’t necessarily have definitive confirmation), realizing that the way he’s asked confirms it all. Then, in an effort to push things along, I ask what she makes of that. Em says that she thinks their group might be ready to expand its borders and make it a love hexagon, and I ask if she feels like she’d like that, and she says yes.

So I take a big step, something that I would never have done 6 months ago, and ask if she wanted to go to Luke, sleeping on the couch, and join the group right now. I would normally have never done this, because I’m not necessarily excited to have the love of my life fuck some other guy for the pleasure of it. I’m very open to a foursome, because we both get to experience each other’s pleasure, and grow together, but her walking down the hallway to fuck my best friend on the couch would normally not have fit my vision of our future. But I knew a few things: (1) I trust both of them wholeheartedly (2) I know having the chance to fuck a different guy will only get Em more aroused and open up her wild side and (3), by her sleeping with Luke, we might gain entrance into their ‘inner circle’, giving us the chance to keep exploring our passions and me the chance to experience the extremely alluring Jackie (and perhaps Sabrina).

So, I tell her to find him. I suggest walking up to the couch he’s lying on, and looking around for a phone, pretending as if she’d lost it, and thought it might be in the couch. Then, to just… do it. She asks if I’m sure, and I let her know that if she wants to explore with Luke, then I want her to. She kisses me passionately, then disappears out of the room, leaving me alone in a California King to ponder what might be happening in the living room.

I wait for a few minutes, maybe as many as five, thinking that maybe she’d chicken out. Em’s not the most aggressive sexual predator, so many she went out there, Luke had already fallen asleep, and she’d turn back around. Or maybe she’d talk to him, ask if he’d seen her phone, and when he said no, maybe she’d say sorry for bothering and come back to bed. But five minutes turned to ten, and I figured it was actually happening. My mind raced with what they could be doing, and how it could be going. I was so anxious, and nervous, and a little scared to be honest, as we’ve never played separately before, so my mind was really doing some mental gymnastics. I thought maybe I’d try to go to sleep and wake up to her *hopefully* back in bed, but an attempt to drift off to unconsciousness was completely futile. My heart raced as more time passed, up to 20 minutes, then 25, and I really wondered what I should do. What would I say? After how much time should I go out there? I know this is a secret to the rest of our friends, and if anyone came down in the middle of the night to Em wrapped up in Luke’s arms on the couch (maybe for leftovers, some water, who knows), the jig would be up, and I would probably be embarrassed. Thinking of how it could look, my heart raced, worried that if truth came out (that I gave this my blessing, not that they were sneaking around behind my back), then I’d probably be labeled a cuck. Now, for some, that’s a good thing, and I’m not here to kink shame; I just know that I’m not one! And this is where the gray area exists. In the pursuit of exploring mine and my partner’s passions, I actually have welcomed being cucked, this time. Here I am, sitting in this strange sexual purgatory with nothing but my own twisted horniness (remember, I’d just cum with her before sending her off to Luke, so new horniness is apparently me being aroused by the two of them), questioning who I am, and what I’ve done, when Em comes back in.

Out of my mouth comes the biggest, silent breath of relief I’ve ever felt, and Em climbs into bed, kissing me aggressively.

“What happened,” I ask.

“I went in there and said I was looking for my phone,” she replied.

“And, did you…?” I prod.

“Uhm… yes” She says, apparently nervous.

“Like… all the way? Everything?” I continue.

“Yes…” she divulges sheepishly.

“How was it? Are you okay?” I ask, my measured breaths probably betraying my attempt at a calm demeanor.

And she then begins to open up. She says that it was a lot of fun, and that it was great. She didn’t cum, but it was really exciting, and if I was okay with it, then she had a blast. I assured he I gave this my blessing, in fact I encouraged her to go out there, with the hope being that this would be our ticket to join the club, expanding our horizons to Jackie and Sabrina. She then says that she’s pretty sure we’re now firmly in the club and jumps back on top of me.

We start kissing deeply, our tongues dancing tightly, reminding each other that we are each other’s actual lover, and that other partners only serve to augment our own passions. She pulls her shirt over her head, and tells me that I’m all hers, and that she didn’t finish with Luke because that’s for me, for us. She then pulls off my boxers as my penis is strongly at attention (in truth, it stiffened the moment she I heard the door handle move as she returned). She grabs it by the base and looks up at me with her beautiful eyes, as her gorgeous blonde locks look tangled from two different romps, one after the other. Right before taking me in her mouth, she examines my member, and lets me know that Luke’s was smaller. Definitely shorter, so actually kind of difficult to maneuver (different positions were harder to really nail), but slightly thicker. I ask if she liked it, and she let me know that yes, she really did love fucking Luke, that once they found their rhythm, it was really fun, but that she prefers my cock over anything. That all she wants is my manhood, first in her mouth, then to pound her pussy like she knows only I can.

With that, my mind clears of any and all worry, and I throw her on the bed and climb on top of her. I spit and rub her clit for a moment before reclaiming what’s mine and fucking her senseless for an indeterminate amount of time. It could have been 10 minutes, or it could have been two hours. We fucked each other wholly, made love like only we can make love for each other. After some time, she shudders and pants after exclaiming how hot it all is, and I pull out then explode all over her gorgeous skin in the moonlight. We clean up then hold each other, basking in our post coital reverie for the remainder of the now-very-shortened night.

The next morning, we wake up, expecting to go back home. See, when the three of us (Luke, Em and I) drove up, we had planned to only stay for one night at the house. There were limited beds, a few other people would show up the next day, and we wanted to get back in town to take care of chores, and for Luke to not spend another night away from Jackie.

After I readied some breakfast for me and Em, and we took in the scenery, Luke came downstairs. After their fuck, Luke realized there were some open bunk beds upstairs and took one of those, rather than the couch. Of course, I knew he took the couch because, it surprisingly gave him more privacy than a bunk bed with others sleeping in close quarters, so being in the living room made it more likely that what did happen would happen.

He came up to me and Em after grabbing himself a cup of coffee from the freshly brewed pot, and stood next to Em. He stared out the window just as we were, and still facing forward he began:

“Did you ever find that phone?” asked Luke.

“It was in our bedroom the whole time,” I answered.

“You sneaky fucker!” Luke exclaims, as Em reddens with embarrassed glee.

“So, what time did we want to head back into town?” I proceeded to ask.

“Hmm, who knows, maybe we don’t really have to leave,” Luke retorts.

“I thought you wanted to get back to your wife, Luke. I’m not sure… Em, what are you thinking? Would you want to stay?” I push.

“I mean… we don’t really need to be back…” stutters Em.

“Who knows, you just might lose a phone, and we’d need to stay to look for it” Luke teases.

And with that, Luke and I both imitated Leo’s speech from the Wolf of Wall Street, whispering to each other, then growing in volume, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’. I’M NOT FUCKIN’ LEAVIN!”

Stay tuned for more stories from the weekend, and hopefully follow up stories of Em and I joining this ‘inner cirlce’. If you’ve got advice on how to move our relationship into this next phase or how to turn a friend group into a more-than-friends group, let me know in the comments. This is a lot, and I hope with some added perspective, both from me writing it down and any of your advice, Em and I will grow together, and I’ll have the opportunity to explore my own sexuality with Jackie (whom I love as a friend, but am also attracted to like a pinup model) or Sabrina (whose newer to my life, but as much a part of it as any female friend I’ve ever made).

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/twfh8k/secret_mfmf_affair_between_our_best_friends_and