What’s a little [F]ucking between good [F]riends?

This is my first time sharing an experience like this online but I was just SO high off it that I had to share it with the sub I enjoy so much.

❤️❤️ let me know what you think!

Last night I went to visit my friend because her and her boyfriend got in a fight and I thought she could use some support. After catching up, we started getting ready together. She loves it when I do her makeup.

We are both pan, and have always talked about our pan-ness, but surprisingly never done anything with each other. As long as I’ve known her I’ve been with my husband, and she’s been with her boyfriend for most of the time.

Since I arrived at 2pm, we started drinking a little early and ended up bar hopping until 12am. Before we left, we put on outfits that made us feel feminine and sexy. It was hot out, so I wanted to wear the least amount possible. I wore a white little crop top with no bra and a straight plaid mini skirt with black low top converse. I knew everyone would be able to see not only my nipples, but the curve of my full breasts against the thin, tight fabric of my top. It made me feel confident.

I like it when people look. I like to give them a little shock when they look at me. 😇

D wore this fitted green dress that accentuated her body perfectly. She couldn’t find a thong that was invisible under her dress, so she decided to forgo it all together. Her long hair was down, wild and draped across her shoulders and back. I thought she looked as if she was carved out of marble.

While we were outside of a little speakeasy getting some fresh air, we started taking topless pictures of ourselves under a neon sign. We were drunk and having fun and not paying enough attention to whether people were looking or not.

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We stumbled home and put on our favourite show in the background. Since it was still warm from the summer heat, we both stripped down immediately, her fully nude and me in my black thong. She approached my edge of the couch and started massaging my shoulders. She had never massaged me before but we were drunk and on mushrooms and I’ve always found her sexy so I didn’t even slightly object. At first she was massaging behind me, but soon turned on to my lap and was massaging me face to face. We laughed about how how it was heating up, when she leaned in and kissed me. She had the softest lips and gentlest connection to my body that I was immediately sober and completely wasted at the same time. I leaned in, continued the kiss, picking up the pace and flipping her on her back to the couch. I stopped. I tried to murmur that we shouldn’t do this, what are we doing, but it was if she had a magnet resting on her tongue and I couldn’t help but be pulled towards it. She told me she wants it, it’s fine. I argued that she’s feeling vulnerable and I didn’t want to take advantage of that, when l felt her slip a finger inside my lips and gently swept it across my clit. My body was instantly on fire. I let the pleasure take hold for just a second before I said I think we should tell my husband what we are up to. We don’t keep secrets.

I texted him and told him that D kissed me and that I liked it. He was so turned on that I don’t even think he questioned it for a second. I sent him some pictures we took earlier and he asked, emboldened, what else we could take photos of. We laughed and sent him a picture of us kissing, rolling our tongues together as our lips parted. D said she wanted to touch me, so I texted my husband, D not even hesitating for a second. She slipped her fingers inside me and I was immediately surprised by her experience, her confidence. She slowly made her way between my legs, keeping her fingers inside me, and started licking my clit, slowly, then quick, then slowly again. Her tongue felt everywhere. I was feeling every breath, every pass of her tongue across every inch of my skin. It filled me with pleasure, and I could feel my pussy swelling, responding with gratitude to her touch.

Out of my eyesight, she reached down and grabbed something from the floor. Before I could even calculate what was coming next, she slid her dildo inside me and began fucking me. It was so hard and so fast and I wasn’t prepared for the change in pace. I whispered to her that my pussy is delicate and needs a gentle touch. I asked her to flip me on my stomach. Lying face down hits just right, and I was much more equipped to take the full magnitude of her toy. As she inserted into me, this extension of her body, she pressed against me like she was fucking me herself. It was so incredibly hot, feeling every inch of her warm, soft body against mine, her small delicate nipple rings, and her breath, heavy against my neck. I knew I was going to come, so I pressed my ass into her pussy, arched my back, and cried out as I let the orgasm wash over me. It was an incredible release, and for a few moments, I could barely speak.

We messaged my husband and let him know what we accomplished. I was tired, but I wanted D to experience the same pleasure and comfort I did, and I really wanted to make her come. She knelt in front of me and practically begged me to insert her with her toy. I dutifully obliged, fucking her slow and deliberate, lifting the toy up and out as I let it exit her. I could tell she enjoyed it, she enjoyed it so much that she wanted more. She asked me to fuck her harder. I had never used a toy on another woman so I was unsure how rough I could be, but no matter how much force I used it only seemed to bring her closer to her climax. She was getting loud, and it was so mesmerizing seeing her back draped with the delicate light coming across the room, rocking her body into my hand. She told me she was going to come, and I made sure that I kept my pace exactly in rhythm with what was getting her there. She let out a big, long breath, and collapsed her body forward, me following right behind her.

We laughed again. We are friends and now satisfied, so along with sobering up from the endless cocktails, we began to sober up from the thrill as well. We talked to my husband via video until he came too, imagining what would come next if he were there with us.

We passed out in each other’s arms, completely naked, completely sweaty, completely satiated, completely exhausted.

In the morning, we woke up and laughed about how the evening progressed as if it were a funny anecdote, not us fucking each other unexpectedly after nearly 10 years of friendship.

We decided that we would do it again should the opportunity arise, but we both seem pretty relaxed about it all.

Do you have friends as good as I do?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yngq21/whats_a_little_fucking_between_good_friends