[MF] Fingering the Fiancée of a Feminine Frat Friend

This is a story about a public sexual encounter I had with a friend’s fiancee (more like acquaintance’s fiancee if I’m being honest – I couldn’t help myself with the alliteration in the title) in front of him at his birthday party.

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*Background*: I met Josh in grad school. The class sizes were small and we worked together on a few group projects, and so I got to know him decently well. I think Josh likes the idea of being a guy’s guy, but most would describe him as very effeminate – he is small framed, wears expensive flashy clothing, and speaks with a nasally, gay lisp. Many of my gay peers jokingly expressed relief that there was someone ‘gayer and more flamboyant’ than them in our class. Josh was extremely sensitive about his masculinity and sexuality, though, often giving knee-jerk reactions to any jokes that might even insinuate he is gay, and talking about sex and women (reminiscent of scenes from The 40-Year-Old Virgin) or about cars and hanging with his frat bros. I don’t want to get too far into armchair psychology, but it really seemed like an unfortunate case of bad case of repression and a lack of self-acceptance.

Contrastingly, most of my friends describe me as being traditionally masculine. I consider myself to be socially confident, and can be very direct. I do my best to be friendly and lighthearted, but I’ve been told I can come across as quite serious and intense due to my naturally stoic demeanor. I also enjoy working out and am fairly muscular which made me stand out amongst my class (leading many to joke about the physical contrast between Josh and myself).

Everyone was surprised when Josh introduced us to his fiancee, Mariana. Mariana is a doe-eyed, curvy Latina with dark hair and features. She’s probably around 5’5″ with a killer hourglass figure. She looks like what you would expect to see if someone were to Google what warm-blooded, straight men like. Despite being well educated, she often dressed in clothing that was inappropriately revealing for the situation (e.g. tight skimpy dresses to semi-professional events or extremely low cut tops to casual get togethers) and has a very ditsy sense of humor. A lot of my classmates joked about how she was the perfect beautiful beard for him, but they seemed to genuinely like each other.

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About a year after we had finished school, Josh invited me to a big get together at a bar for his birthday. I was a little surprised as I wouldn’t have ever described our relationship as close but decided it could be a good opportunity to catch up with old friends from school. When I arrived, though, none of my other former classmates were there and Josh was busy talking with some of his frat friends. I tried talking with some of Josh’s frat friends but for whatever reason they were not interested in talking with me so I started talking with Mariana instead.

We had the usual BS small talk that you would expect from a conversation with an acquaintance’s fiancee, but I couldn’t help but ogle a bit. The bar was loud and busy so we were probably standing just a foot away from each other, and Mariana was dressed in a tight tank top that seemed to show off more of her breasts than cover them. Despite my best efforts to maintain eye contact, I had a prime downblouse view and she noticed my glances but it seemed like she enjoyed the attention.

Eventually Mariana started getting a little flirty with me, commenting on my body and touching my chest and arms while joking about how she should send Josh to the gym with me or how I should train her. I tried not to look too much into it and brush it off as her just having a flirty personality, but I couldn’t help but feel a hint of sexual arousal.

I was a bit relieved when Josh came over to talk to us – as much as I was enjoying it, I didn’t want to be disrespectful to their relationship and was fighting an overwhelming urge to engage with Mariana’s flirtations. However my excitement picked back up when she continued to touch me and talk to Josh about my physique. He seemed a bit insecure at first as she groped me in front of him, but eventually became more comfortable and joked about how she couldn’t keep her hands off me.

I suggested we sit down in a booth close to where Josh’s frat friends were (who were all drunkenly talking at each other, broken up by the occasional bout of singing). Josh and Mariana sat down first, and I noticed that they sat on opposite sides of the booth. I decided to sit beside Mariana so I could talk more easily with Josh, and almost immediately she slid over and held my arm while she rested her head on my shoulder.

I continued to talk to Josh as if his fiancee wasn’t cuddling up to me right in front of him. In retrospect, if someone were to have had to guess, they definitely would’ve thought Mariana and I were a couple just catching up with a friend.

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Mariana started to gently rub my arm while we talked to Josh, mindlessly drawing her fingers lightly along my forearm. I could see Josh’s eyes dart between eye contact with me and his fiancee’s hand on me. I could feel his nervous tension and decided to finally break the ice by interrupting our conversation to bluntly ask, “Hey, are you good with this?”

Josh just gave me a nod, and continued with the conversation. I can’t really remember what we were talking about, probably old stories from school, but at some point Mariana took my arm and led my hand down onto her thigh. I briefly looked over at her but she kept looking forward and continued talking with Josh.

Mariana was wearing a short miniskirt and my hand lay on her bare thigh. She was warm, and her skin was soft and smooth. It wasn’t long before my hand started to match her gentle arm rubs, softly running my fingertips across her thigh. I started wrapping my hand around her inner thigh, tenderly massaging her exposed leg.

It was when I began tracing the hem of her miniskirt that I noticed she’d stopped talking. She looked like she was staring off into the distance and was no longer paying attention to our conversation. I teased her with my hand, letting my fingers slip ever so slightly under the hem, gesturing by gripping her skirt as if I were going to pull it off, and running my hand up between her legs stopping just short of going under. I continued this for a few minutes before she sunk slightly into the bench and opened her legs for me as my hand slowly moved up her thigh.

I could feel her heat well before I made contact. The air felt damp, and I swear she’d stopped breathing for a moment in anticipation. When I finally reached the top, her underwear was thoroughly soaked. I ran a fingertip up and down her soft, eager fold before I pushed the fabric to the side and slipped beneath.

If I couldn’t remember what we were talking about before, I *definitely* don’t remember what I was talking about at this point. My brain must’ve been running my conversation with Josh on autopilot because I was laser-focused on the hand in between his fiancee’s legs. Mariana let out a deep sigh when she finally felt me touch her bare sex, and I saw Josh’s eyes widen and an eyebrow raise, but nobody said anything to acknowledge what was happening under the table.

I ran a circle around her sopping wet entrance, coating my finger in her juices before playing with her clit. I toyed with her throbbing nub, massaging it in alternating circles a squeezing it between her lips with my fingers. Mariana squirmed in her seat at my touches, trying to subtly grind herself into me. Any semblance of subtlety, though, dissipated when I pushed a finger deep inside of her. She closed her eyes and let out a, “oh, god,” under her breath.

I swam my finger along her walls, eager to feel every surface of her insides. I could feel her leaking around the base of my finger while she clamped herself onto me. Pushing as deep as I could reach, I began massaging her front wall in strong, steady strokes.

It wasn’t long before I felt her grip on my arm tighten and her legs trap my hand. Her breathing had become labored as I patterned my motions with her panting exhales. She closed her eyes once again as she allowed the pleasure to overtake her. She shook while her insides spasmed around me, with a soft “f-fuck” escaping her.

While Mariana caught her breath, eyes still closed, my brain finally returned a sliver of focus back to Josh. The conversation had stopped not too long after I’d started exploring Mariana’s insides, and he now looked mesmerized – his mouth slightly agape. Mariana pulled my hand from out of her and took my finger in her mouth, cleaning her juices off with a swirl of her tongue without hesitation.

*****

Once he’d snapped back to reality Josh gave me a smile and simply stated, “well, that was hot.”

Surprisingly, none of Josh’s friends had noticed what had happened. I think a combination of drunkenness, the busy bar scene, and Mariana’s position behind me in the booth had obscured us from their attention.

I was still sobering up from my lust-induced intoxication, but managed to muster the focus to agree with Josh’s statement and ask if this was something they were into. He explained that having her play with other guys was something they had talked about before, but they had not actually done anything beyond talk.

I wanted to let them process things together because even though they both seemed okay with things, it sounded like they hadn’t exactly planned for this Birthday surprise so I didn’t stay too much longer after that. As I was leaving Josh thanked me for coming and Mariana gave me a kiss on the cheek. I thanked them for the fun time out, and wished Josh a Happy Birthday.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dcggaz/mf_fingering_the_fiancée_of_a_feminine_frat_friend