TW: Cheating, but on the person I was with. I have no regrets, hence the flair.
For those of you who need to be brought up to speed, here’s Part I.
Skip to *** for the good stuff.
Diving right in with the key players and their descriptions:
OP: 6′ 6″, 215 and fit, brown hair with blue/brown eyes, and a decent 6.5-7″ dick depending on cardiac output during fun times
Eliza: Girlfriend-now-wife, 5’6″ and 115lb of blue-eyed bottle blonde, bouncing B-cup tits with a thick runner’s ass and Reese Whitherspoon chin.
Kristin: Girlfriend’s friend, sandy brown hair with some curls, pale skin, Irish freckles, and the most gorgeous pale green eyes I’ve seen on a girl. 130lb of fit, gentle four-pack abs, and perfect innie pussy that, let me say now, looked so good spread around my dick. Watched my cum in my girlfriend while jilling off in the corner.
Set-up:
After Eliza’s and my (and Kristin’s) fun start to the day, our group woke up, fucked around in the apartment for a bit, and decided we wanted to go out for one last St. Patty’s day brunch. We all pulled ourselves together and went to a local restaurant to eat the greasy breakfast food that always works to cure a hangover. We also started a new hangover with some mimosas and bloodies. Kristin and I were making eyes at each other the entire time during brunch; just little glances over our glasses, looks that lasted a second longer than usual, shit like that – it would have been evident if you were watching that something was weird. Still, Eliza and the rest were none the wiser.
As we finished our food, the group decided that they wanted to hit the town for a bit of shopping, drinking, and hanging out. I decided to bow out, as I hoped to go back, rest, and pack up since I had a two-hour extra drive home and the drive back from where we were visiting. As I gave my excuse, I kept looking back at Kristin, trying to imply, “Come back with me.” I asked if anyone else wanted to join me in hangover misery. Kristin finally assented, saying she’d walk back with me and nap before we all drove home. Thankfully, kismet-ly, no one else was coming back. I checked with Eliza and made sure she was okay with me dipping – tipsy as she already was, there were no problems. I’m a somewhat extroverted introvert, so it wasn’t unheard of for me to dip out from events and recharge my social batteries – I was scheming hard at this point.
Kristin and I walked back, making small talk about life, her husband and how they were doing, if Eliza and I were officially back together, and all of the various little things. Kristin and her husband were (and still are) my favorite of Eliza’s friends. She’s the hottest, and they’re just the best of them. Her husband was the only person she had been with, high school sweethearts through college with little baby breaks during the early college days. I don’t know how he bagged this girl – he’s a super nice guy (that’s how he ended up with her), but he is not what you would call even remotely attractive.
We returned to the apartment, and I did pack up and rested a bit. Kristin and I vegged on the sofa while some stupid shit ran on the TV. We sat for about 45 minutes, talking and watching the SnapChats from our friends. They were still going full-bore, many of them very obviously sweaty-drunk. The tension became palpable as we sat. I was very obviously appreciating her legs and body, her face. She told me I was staring, and I told her I couldn’t help myself; she had some of the prettiest eyes and legs I had ever seen. She did that giggle-snort combo I loved, and her entire body turned bright pink. She just sat there on fire, with no idea what to say. Right around that time, my opportunity came – Kristin decided she would shower before we left since her husband would probably get in the car and pass out on the road. I kept an eye on the SnapChats – this group loved using it for anything, so it was a pretty good metric of how much time I had. Eliza was tipsy and doing karaoke, so I knew I had some time.
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I listened to the sounds of the bathroom, and I heard when Kristin turned on the water to get washed up. I pictured her in the shower soaping up her gorgeous body and started to massage myself over my pants to work some blood in and get ready for what I hoped would be a fun time. When I heard the water turn off, I walked to the bathroom door and knocked gently. The conversation went something like this:
Kristin: “Is that you, OP?”
OP: “Yeah, can I get into pee real quick? I had a couple too many mimosas – I reeeeeally have to go like right now.”
Kristin: “Can you wait one sec? I forgot to bring my towel in – go around the corner so I can grab it.”
OP: “I’ll get it; I just need to go.”
I grabbed her towel, knocked again, and got permission to come in. Oh, sweet merciful heaven.
Kristin was standing in the tub with the curtain half pulled around her; I could see the swell of her perky breasts, her wet, brown hair still holding a loose curl and falling to just under her collarbones. She held out a hand for the towel, but I just looked at her, dropped the towel on the ground, and held out my hand in return, all the while just staring into her eyes. I said, “You are just so beautiful and such a wonderful person to match.” I know, cheesy, but those were the kinds of things I had heard her husband say, and she reacted positively to them, so fuck it. . She blushed for the tenth time that day and slowly reached up to take my hand. I drew the curtain back and helped her out of the tub, all while appreciating how fit her body was, how toned her legs and ass were. Her breasts sat perfectly, high up on her chest and capped by perfect blood-pink nipples.
As I spoke, she just turned pinker and pinker, and her nether lips grew that shade of red I saw when she was fingering herself that morning. Her nipples are a lovely shade of pale pink, not quite r/ghostnipples but a beautiful contrast against her pale Irish skin, and they were perky and swollen and just begging to be sucked. She stepped onto the bath mat, and I placed my hand on her hips. “Is this okay?” She looked up at me from under her eyelashes and slowly nodded, her face flooding with pink heat as I gently squeezed her hips. I swear, this girl had almost all of the colors of the rainbow on her by this point. I guided her from the mat to the sink, turning 90 degrees and pushing her back until her butt rested on the sink counter. I cupped her cheeks and lifted her up to sit on the counter. This brought her from 5’2″ to maybe 5’7″, a lot more tolerable for my neck and back.
I pulled my shirt off and dropped my shorts, stepping out of them bare-footed onto the cool tiled floor and letting my erection spring out and slap the top of her thighs. I didn’t like that distance, so I stepped closer to her, kneeing her legs far apart with my thighs and resting my erection lightly on the split of her gorgeous innie vulva. I tipped her chin with my finger and gently kissed her, sliding my cock up and down her slit with gentle pressure. Those soft kisses quickly turned into devouring each other, with us taking turns sucking on each other’s lips and tongues. I pushed my hips harder and felt some slickness on the underside of my cock. She kissed like my ex (see my short post history for context), and brought my erection to a 10 on the Mohs scale. I was so hard it ached, it hurt, and the only cure for it would be to envelop it in her cunt. Patience was a necessary virtue here, though, as she was currently cheating on her husband. My hands wandered over her body, squeezing her breasts and tugging on her nipples.
Those tugs elicited loud moans from her which set me off. I stopped kissing her but kept one hand on her nipple, alternately rolling it between my fingers and tugging it, tenting it and her breast upwards. I pulled out my phone with my other hand, telling her I needed to check the snaps to see what the group was doing. I could see the doubt in her eyes. As I pulled my phone out, I bent my mouth to her free nipple and sucked hard, tonguing it to death, and ground my firmness into her pussy, feeling her lips spread around me a bit. I could feel the nub get stiff and swollen under my ministrations. I was glad to find she liked rougher nipple play – it’s still definitely a kink of mine, and Eliza didn’t and still doesn’t like it; it was nice to indulge in a kink. This got her moaning and writhing. I reluctantly came up for air and thumped open theSnapChat – Eliza and a couple other friends had sent some snaps within the past ten minutes of everyone singing karaoke and doing shots, so I knew we had some time.
I put my phone down and told Kristin, “I’m going to taste you now,” tweaking her nipples with both hands. She nodded vigorously, so I dropped to my knees and spread her legs wide, resting my hands at the juncture of her thighs and hips. I wasted no time, spreading her lips with my thumbs and spearing her pussy with my tongue. For reference, this is what her pussy most closely looks like (courtesy of r/godpussy). I held in her for a moment, then started flicking my tongue inside her, mashing my face to her vulva to tongue her g-spot. I thoroughly enjoy giving girls head, and this was one of my favorite pussies (and girls) that I’ve serviced. I spent some time licking her g-spot and really working her up. She was gasping and asking between breaths, “What is that, what are you doing? Oh my goooooood,” all the while grabbing my hair and grinding her pussy on my face. I backed out with my tongue, started sucking on her tiny clit, and introduced my fingers to her tunnel.
Guys (and girls), I abused the fuck out of that pussy. I licked and sucked that clit and her delicate inner lips while working two then three fingers in, curling up and pressing that cum button. She finally came, and that’s how I discovered that she is one of the unicorns capable of shotgun orgasms. I continued some gentle licking and sucking of her clit and inner lips while curling one finger on her g-spot. She grabbed my head into her pussy, clenched her thighs around my head tightly, and came again. A little stimulation after an orgasm to her clit or g-spot precipitated another orgasm. I abused the fuck out of this trait, too. As she got over the hill of one orgasm, I would alternate my tongue on her clit or inside her pussy. Within 30 seconds of licking and sucking, she would cum again. She had four or five orgasms before begging me to stop, squeezed the hell out of my head, and pushed me away with her thighs.
I rested for a moment before gently spreading her legs with my hands. Her thighs were covered in her wetness, and her pussy lips pink and swollen from arousal and my sucking. My face was covered in her brine from the nose down and all over my cheeks. I stood up and began to lick at her breasts and nipples again, dragging my tongue up her chest and neck before kissing her with a high-school amount of tongue. She reciprocated, licking my chin and cheeks. I told her she tasted so good, and she moaned in agreement. She slid off the counter and started kneeling on the carpet in front of the sink, but I stopped her. I didn’t care about head for me. I still, to this day, have never gotten off from it – it only serves as lubrication before the main event. I asked her to spit on it and lick it wet briefly, and she happily obliged.
She bent over and completely surprised me by deepthroating me in one go, almost immediately coating my cock with a healthy layer of thick spit. I gasped in astonishment and immediately grabbed the back of her head to start fucking her face. I had heard the term throat pussy before, but this was the first time I had felt it. I continued this for a minute, with her looking up at me through her eyelashes, her eyes red and puffy with small tears leaking from the corners. It was so hot. I wasn’t getting close, though, so after a couple of minutes of variable-speed face fucking, I pulled her head down on me, forcing my cock wholly into her mouth one last time. I held it there for a few seconds before pulling her head off me. She sucked as I dragged her off, and my cock left her mouth with a faint ‘pop’ with a single, thick strand of drool connecting my tip to her lips.
I lifted her head up by the chin again and bent down to kiss her gently. We looked at each other and, ever the gentleman, I asked, “Can I be inside of you now?” She whispered yes and started to hoist herself back onto the sink counter, but I stopped her, inspired by her petite size. “I want to try something,” I said.
Pesky, real-world logistics happen here – as I adjusted my hips and bent down to align myself with her hole, but she grabbed my wrist and asked, “Do you have a condom?” I told her no. I pointed out that I had only been with Eliza since we started dating, and we were both clean (which she knew because girl talk), and she had only ever been with her husband. She said, “Well, that’s good, but I’m not on birth control.” She and the hubby had recently started trying to let nature take its course and potentially have a child. It also turns out that she was on the tail end of her cycle. As a medical professional, I could talk her into at least letting me raw dog her as long as I pulled out. Anyway, back to the action.
As she stood there, I faced her and spread her legs open again with my shins, keeping my feet inside them. I squatted down a bit, placed the head of my cock between her lips, and rubbed it between them for a couple of passes, not for lubricant, but because watching that innie vulva spread open to my throbbing head was just so mesmerizingly sexy to watch. I looked into those green eyes and asked, “Ready?” I kissed her and bit her lip, and she nodded as another flush crept up her chest, neck, and cheeks. I slipped the tip in her entrance and then proceeded to stand up partially between her legs and drive my dick fully into her. It was so hot. Her pussy offered no resistance and felt hot and spongy, such was her arousal.
She gave a little shriek as she stretched some before I covered her mouth with my hand. The apartment walls were thin, and I didn’t want the neighbors to hear people fucking next door – we were friends with them, after all. This “stand up and fuck” move is one of my favorites and one Eliza and I still use from time to time. I pumped in and out a bit while fully seated in her and asked if she was alright. She nodded vigorously while licking my palm and trying to bite my fingers. I said, “Good,” as I thrust deep into her. “Are you ready for the second thing I want to try?” She again nodded, so I removed my hand from her mouth and cupped her ass, kissing her again.
While kissing her and pinching her nipple, I fully stood up, lifting her with my cock, my thighs, and the one hand under her ass cheek. Her eyes widened, and she moaned into my mouth as she sucked on my tongue. I placed her back on the sink counter without breaking the kiss. She moaned, and honest-to-God rolled her eyes as I continued to thrust into her while keeping my cock fully seated in her. She had a more shallow pussy than Eliza, and I was regularly bumping the back of her pussy, doing my best to not immediately but a nut. “Oh god, you’re sooo thick,” she moaned – the base of my erection is a half inch thicker than the rest of my dick, right around 3″ in width. This is how I learned that her husband had a slightly below-average, thin dick. I have no idea where she acquired her blowjob skills, but I was grateful for them. I slowly and steadily started to piston in and out of her, watching her dainty inner leaps peek at me as I pulled out to the tip. Her puffy outer lips spread around the thick parts of my dick as I pushed in.
I worshipped her body as we fucked, kissing and sucking on her lips and tongue, kissing and sucking and licking her nipples and breasts, and nuzzling at her neck and earlobes. I leaned forward to grab her ass, get deep in her, and tickle her cervix. I didn’t have enough hands for my liking; I wanted to feel every inch and feature of her body all at once. I snuck one of my hands around and pressed on her dainty little asshole, feeling it give and spread to my fingertip a bit with gentle pressure. She gasped and moaned the first time I did that and started wiggling her hips as I pressed on her puckered star, slipping the tip of my finger into her ass. As we fucked, I felt her pussy start swallowing my cock. If you’ve ever been with a girl who was so highly aroused, you know what I mean when I say that her pussy just ate me up – the tightness was gone, and this hot, soaked pussy just wanted to take dick.
I started to massage the underside of my cock with the finger in her ass, feeling myself move in and out of her through that thin membrane separating the two tunnels. She really enjoyed that feeling, too. As I started to fuck her asshole with my finger while applying that pressure to myself through that septal tissue, she began to come apart at the edges, moaning louder and louder. “Oh god I’m going to cum again!” she whisper-screamed, her voice cracking a bit; “I’m going to cum too!” I said, and I slowed down to prevent cumming in her. “No, keep going; I need to cum!” she pleaded. Her hands snaked around me to grab my ass. She pulled me into her repeatedly while gyrating her hips to work my cock deep in her.
I knew what would happen, and I was all for it. I started to finger her asshole a little harder and pound her stretched-out slit. She moved a hand to the back of my head, pulled me down to kiss her lips, and pulled me deep into her with her heels on my ass cheeks. She squealed so sweetly as she came and bit my bottom lip, which put me over the edge. I bit her back and based my dick in her, spreading her lips with that thickest part over and over with small thrusting movements. She leaned her face back and stared at me wide-eyed and blushing as she gasped, “You’re cumming in me!”. I shuddered a half-formed “Fuck, yeah, I am,” which probably sounded like “Fugyeiyam,” and kissed her again. It was a very intense orgasm, one where you could feel every drop of cum leave your cock as you shot. I stayed inside of her, nesting and resting my semi-hard dick. She was soaked inside, I could feel it, and it didn’t feel like just my cum. I felt her pussy tense and relax around me as I leaned back a bit and stared into those green eyes.
OP: “I’m sorry I came in you, but I wanted you to cum again.” I pecked her lips as I said this
Kristin: “I wasn’t letting you out; it’s okay – I wanted to cum again too.”
She blushed, smiled a small smile at that, and then looked down to where we were still connected. My manhood was slowly shrinking, but I pumped in and out of her a few more times, still able to push a firm rope. She moaned and whispered, “You’re still so thick; it’s so good.” I kissed her some more and bent to lick her breasts. I couldn’t get enough of her body, as she was one of the fittest girls I had ever fucked. As I slowly moved, I picked my phone up from the counter to check snaps. We had been at it for about 20 minutes, and I had a text from Eliza asking me to come to meet her and the rest out. The most recent snaps from the past 5 minutes showed our group still out and about on the town, meaning we had plenty of time to get cleaned up. I told her this, and she whispered, “Good,” as she nuzzled into my chest. We stayed that way for a few more minutes, and I continued to slowly thrust in and out of her. We kissed tenderly, and I continued to molest her body.
I wanted to get hard and cum in her again since the damage was already done. Nevertheless, it wasn’t to be between the hangover from the night before and the mimosas from that late morning. I pulled out of her pussy, my still-swollen penis landing on the counter’s edge with a wet thud. My cum and some watery cum that I assumed was hers immediately began to pour out of her gaped pussy hole and cover the head of my dick. The site of her pussy staying open and a pool of cum sitting there in her, visible from my vantage point, got very mentally aroused again.
I picked up my cum-covered dick and gently pushed the cum on my head and cum pooled in her pussy back inside of her warmth. Kristin watched, her eyes glued to the site. She started to rub her clit and spread her lips as I hand-assisted my dick in and out of her, cum leaking around the edges of her entrance while coating my dick and her fingers. I kissed her again and asked for a little bit more head. She blushed and gave me that slight smile again, hopped down to her knees on the floor, and deep-throated my shrinking member at once. “Keep it all the way in and just suck on it,” I said. She moaned in agreement and pushed her nose against my pubis, suckling on my dick like a popsicle. I held one of her hands while my other hand held the back of her head, holding her to my crotch. I felt her tongue lapping around the sides and underside of my shaft as she licked off our juices. “Finger yourself, feel how wet you are,” I told her. I heard her fingers wetly squelching at her pussy as she moaned again around my cock, and the sound of liquid hitting the bathroom tile as our cum fell out of her. After a couple minutes of this, I still didn’t get hard, so I pulled her back up to her feet and gave her a hug. I towered over her, with my penis resting just under her breasts on her stomach.
OP: “You should take another quick shower.” I turned the bathroom fan on to air out the scent of sex and semen.
Kristin: “Yeah, I’m pretty messy again.”
OP: “Sorry again about, you know…I don’t think you’ll get pregnant from me.” I did feel guilty about cumming in her, but truth be told, I was always going to cum in her.
Kristin: “It’s okay. You’re probably right. I’ll let you know if there are any issues. We can’t do this again.”
OP: “I know. I think we needed to do it at least once, though.” And I gave her a look that she reciprocated. “We have some time. Let’s get cleaned up.”
We showered together and washed each other’s bodies with sensual and gentle movements. I lingered on her breasts and pussy while she thoroughly cleaned my balls and shaft. There was no more sexy time, though. It felt like the end of something, a fate neither of us was eager to see. The aftercare was needed on both of our parts. We dried off, and I gave her one more deep kiss, got dressed, and left the bathroom with the fan still on so it didn’t smell like sex. I returned to the sofa and proceeded to nap until our group started to filter in some time later.
Aftermath:
Eliza and I officially got back together at the end of March, dated, and married sometime later. I still love her dearly, and our marriage is thriving. Kristin and her husband are still together, and we still see them regularly. A couple of months after we fucked, Kristin announced to their group that she was pregnant with her first child. A part of me panicked, while another part was smiling ear to ear. How hot would it be if Kristin had my child and her husband raised it for me?
I texted her after the announcement to ask, but she told me that she got her period a week after our encounter and that the child was her husband’s. I was thrilled for them but told her our child would have been gorgeous. She responded with a blushing emoji, then told me to delete the messages. I quickly obliged.
There’s no more lingering tension when we’re together, no what-if thoughts. We’re both happy with our chosen person. But we have that memory together, and every once in a while, we trade a smile and a look, and I both know we’re thinking about that afternoon.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x8jkci/i_fucked_my_girlfriend_while_her_best_friend
Wow. That was intense
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