Still Fucking My Friend’s Wife [MF]

For context, I a[M] 27, my wife Jen is 26. My friend John is 27 and his wife Leah is 29. Leah’s a super skinny, pale, freckled brunette with long straight hair down to her waist.

Something I’ve never understood about married people is when they stop having sex. I think the longest my wife and I have ever gone without sex was something like 2 weeks during a long and heavy visit from Aunt Period. But other than that, we try to fuck at least every other night. I mean isn’t that half the point of marriage? Knowing someone else has your same sexual capacity? My friend John is out of state working on some doctor certificate and he hasn’t had sex with his wife in weeks. His wife Leah just visited him over a 3-day weekend and they still didn’t have sex. I know this because Leah came over to my house afterwards and told me all about it. You have no idea how difficult it is to turn down someone so beautiful when they’re telling you how badly they need to get fucked… That said, I also don’t know the difficulty, because I didn’t turn her down.

Leah and I had fucked once a week for three weeks straight. She and John had just moved in three houses down from us and just like me and my wife, they were trying for a baby. It could’ve been the infrequency of their sex, it could’ve been that John was out of state, or maybe he just had bad swimmers, but despite the fact that they’ve been trying for a few months now, Leah wasn’t getting pregnant. The last few times we had sex, she made me cum inside her, but it was still too early to tell if she was pregnant. Honestly, as long as we didn’t get caught, I didn’t mind. Leah gets to raise a baby with John, and maybe it looks like me a little bit.

After the last time Leah and I had sex, we decided we should probably stop. She was going to visit her husband and she was starting to feel guilty about us fooling around. John wasn’t great at making her come, he was pretty premature, and wasn’t great at going for round two. But despite that, we thought we should be realistic; obviously, the longer we keep fucking the more likely we’ll get caught and the fallout would be catastrophic. So, we agreed, no more sex, we would just pretend like all this never happened. But when Leah got back from her visit, she didn’t even text or call me. It was Thursday at 10am and she rang the doorbell. I was working from home and my wife was at the office. My wife’s co-worker, Sarah, was stopping by for lunch, I thought she’d arrived early. I was in black boxers and a t-shirt when I answered the door. Leah was looking down, solemnly, but when I answered the door, she perked right up.

“Hey,” I said, surprised to see her, but trying to hide it. I sounded more confused than anything. “Hi…” she responded awkwardly and brushed her long brown hair behind her ear. “Is it alright if I come in?” she asked. She seemed to be questioning herself as she haphazardly kicked the doormat. “Sure, of course,” I told her and welcomed her in. In the past when she had come over, she seemed dressed up to see me; tight fitting tops and ripped-up jeans or jean shorts. Today she was wearing grey sweatpants and a black zip-up hoodie. As I let her in, I still checked out her ass; she was skinny, but that ass was something else. She had walked over in the rain, so I asked if she wanted to take off her hoodie. She blushed, “No, that’s alright, I just wanted to talk a bit.” I noticed her eyes were a little red and her face which usually had a youthful glow, looked weary, like she hadn’t slept well the night before.

I invited her to sit on the couch and I sat on the chaise next to it. “How was John when you saw him?” I asked, wanting to get to the point. “Well, he’s fine,” She told me, “Working hard and he’ll be home soon, but it’s just so… ridiculous that I always have to… initiate. And even then, getting shot down. Like, I get that he’s busy and distracted, but when I’m grabbing his arm and trying to kiss him, or even grinding against him while we’re in bed; how does he not get it?” She asked me. She was looking down and shaking her head, I could tell that it was more rhetorical than to me. Still, I answered, “I don’t know, for a smart guy he’s pretty stupid.” She laughed, but tears formed in her eyes. I moved over to the couch next to her and put my arm around her. She turned to me and buried her face in my chest, it felt slightly wet.

I pulled her away and grabbed her by the shoulders. “It’ll be alright,” I told her in a calm, collected voice, “Communication is the key. Don’t be subtle anymore, just say ‘John, we’re having sex,’ don’t give him the option, just tell him how it is. And if he says no to that, then you know that there’s a problem.” She looked up at me with her big, brown eyes that were welled up with tears and she said, “We’re having sex.”

“There you go, just like that.” I told her. She laughed and wiped the tears out of her eyes, “No, I mean, *we’re* having sex.” She told me. “I thought we talked about this…” I told her and looked at the clock. It was just after 10am and Sarah would be here around noon. “Look, I’ll work on communication with John, and if we start having sex with again, then I won’t need this… But right now…” she started rubbing my upper thigh. My cock started to grow from the stimulation and was barely hidden by the dark boxers. “Right now, I *need* you.”

She looked up at me again, but her face was more determined, excited even. She slowly unzipped her hoodie to reveal her bare chest. She was wet with either rain or tears and I followed the drops down her neck to her freckled chest. Leah had small, round, A-cup tits that clung tight to her chest. Her pointed nipples were hard from the cold, my cock was getting harder and I wasn’t sure how to try and hide it. The option was taken from me as Leah threw off her hoodie and grabbed my cock through my boxers. She grabbed the back of my head and kissed me passionately. She straddled me and took off my shirt, grinding on my hardening dick.

She continued to grind on my dick with deft motions back and forth. Even through the layer of my boxers and her sweat pants, I could feel the lips of her pussy. Leah leaned back with her arms around my neck, continuing her deft back-and-forth grinding. I leaned forward and sucked her nipple, causing her to moan. I gripped her tits with both hands and massaged and squeezed them as I sucked on her pointed nipples; being sure to give them equal attention. Leah was distracted from her grinding as I played with her tits. I gripped them firmly and squeezed them together. I lightly bit her nipple and she giggled and moaned. I continued for a minute of two before she stood up and pulled off my boxers.

My dick was rock hard and ready for her, but she still got to her knees to suck it. She licked and sucked the tip as she pumped with her left hand. She was spitting messily onto it, wetting it for her pussy. She took me deep in her throat and gagged, more saliva covered my dick. She stood up to take off her sweatpants, there was a wet spot on them that I could tell wasn’t from the rain. The sweatpants fell to the floor and revealed Leah was wearing nothing else. Her pussy glinted in the light as she straddled me again and guided me into her. “O-o-o-o-o-oh god, yessss!” She moaned as she slowly brought herself down. She had gotten my dick so wet with her spit that she slid right down with little effort. She arched her back and took me slowly up and down. She grabbed my shoulders to bounce up and down on my cock. She lifted herself up high so that only the tip on my dick was still inside her and then came back down with a smack. She moaned “Ohhh, god! Ohhhh, god!” and said “god” with a gasp that accompanied every hard smack.

I grabbed her ass and started moving her up and down. I used only the tip of my dick, rubbing it just inside her pussy. I teased her like this for a minute or two before slapping her ass and grabbing her hips. “Yessss!” She gasped loudly again as I forced her hard onto my dick. I was controlling her movement by her waist, guiding her up and down. She was so thin I was able to lift and control her entire body with just my arms. I guided her hips up and down the full length of my cock, thrusting with my hips so I penetrated as deep into her as I could. She was loving it, “Oh, yes! Oh my god, yes! You’re so good, oh my god, just like that, you’re so mmm good!” she moaned with increasing intensity.

I relaxed and let her take control. She gripped me around my neck again and took me deep. She stirred her hips around, feeling me deep inside her from every angle. She lifted herself up and down again, raising herself as high as she could without me slipping out. She brought herself back down hard and stirred her hips again. I slapped her ass and grabbed it again; gripping it with both hands, and bringing it down hard onto my cock. I assisted her efforts to lift high and come down hard. Together we moved faster and faster as she moaned “Oh! Oh! Ohhhh! God!” her voice reached a higher and higher pitch. “I’m gonna come, baby!” She yelled, “Oh god, you’re gonna make me come! So! Hard!” She finished and I picked up speed, gripping her hips again and shoving her hard down onto my cock.

I was slipping down off the couch, but I caught myself with my legs. This forced Leah’s ass into the air and gave me better leverage to thrust into her. I wrapped my arms around her in a bear hug and pulled her close. “You ready?” I asked her. “Oh god, yes, please give it to me…” she said, sounding exhausted and lust-drunk. I pushed off the ground with my knees over and over again thrusting into her with immense force. “Ah! Ahh! Ahhhh! Yes!! Yes! Oh god!!! Yessssss!” Leah moaned, nearly screaming. For another two minutes I was pushing off the ground into her as she screamed in ecstasy. I started to slow and sighed loudly in exhaustion.

“I wanted to try something,” Leah told me and stood up. “Spread your legs, she told me.” I did as I was asked and spread my legs wide. She beckoned me closer and I scooted up so I was on the edge of my seat. She was still standing as she guided herself onto my cock. She gripped my thighs for support and started grinding against me. She started slow, just grinding up and down like a belly dancer. From this angle I could feel myself gently hitting her cervix. She grinded slowly and moaned lustily. “Ohhhh, yeah…” she sucked in her teeth as she continued the slow grind. She whipped her hair forward and started moving faster. I reached around and started massaging her clit. As my middle finger rubbed around her clit, she changed from grinding to shaking up and down, like she was doing incredibly fast squats. Again, her voice raised in pitch, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes-yes-yes-yes-yes YES! AHH! YES!”” She moaned loudly.

She was coming, but she didn’t slow down. She started twerking hard on my dick and I slapped her ass. She leaned back against me as I grabbed her hips and threw her against me again. She writhed on top of me as I moved her body for her and she continued to moan “Ohhhh, yessss…”

She slowed and I lifted her off of my and pointed to the chaise, without missing a beat she jumped on it with her head down and her ass up. I guided myself inside and teased her with just the head of my dick. She was going wild and throwing her long hair everywhere. I wanted her to beg for it as I continued to tease her. “Ohh….Ohh….” she moaned. I moved back and forth slowly, feeling the ridges of her pussy on the head of my dick. “Ohh…. Please… Please…” she moaned. “What do you want?” I asked her innocently. “Oh please… Please give it to me…” She moaned eagerly. “Tell me what you want.” I told her. I knew she didn’t like to swear, so I wanted to see what she’d say if I pressed her. “Oh god! Please!” She shouted. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard, please!” she begged lustily, near shouting. I gave her the full length of my cock and she fell forward, nearly shaking. I picked her back up and started thrusting wildly into her. All pretense of not wanting to swear was apparently gone.

“Oh! Fuck me! Yes, please! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Her hair was a tangled mess as I fucked her hard into the cushions. She was nearly under them as I listened to her muffled moans, still shouting, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck *me*!” I was starting to get tired, but her lusty moans got me so hard. I pulled her hair to free her from the cushions and hear those lusty moans. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I started fucking to come now, going as hard and fast as I could. I went for a few more minutes and she didn’t slow down, the whole time screaming “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I was about to come, but I looked over at the clock and realized I still had some time left. I pulled out and Leah collapsed as if my dick had been her linchpin. I beckoned her to the bedroom.

I made my way to the bedroom and grabbed Leah as she walked in and kissed her passionately. I spun her around so her back was to the bed and tackled her playfully onto it. We kissed on top of the comforter and throw pillows; my wife was kind enough to make the bed before work. Leah spread her legs in anticipation and I pinned her arms to the bed. She rubbed her pussy against my dick, trying to force it to enter her. Again, I teased her before entering her. I thrust hard and slowly, methodically fucking her now. She pulled back her legs allowing me further into her and I felt her cervix again when I pushed in deep. I kissed and sucked on her neck as I continued to pin her arms and fuck her methodically. I was trying to last as long as possible. I sped up, hearing Leah’s voice get high pitched again, she was back to her high pitched, “Oh-gods” as I sped up my thrusts. My head was down in the throw pillows as I kissed her neck and she moaned right into my ear, “Oh my god, I’m coming! Oh. My. God! I’m coming.” I shivered from the sensation and she playfully bit my ear.

I got up on my knees and motioned for Leah to do the same. I had her face the bedside mirror, she was head down ass up again as I guided myself into her. I was pounding as hard and fast as I could, realizing I had now run down the clock too much. I saw her look up into the bedside mirror and smile as she watched herself get fucked. I smiled back and sped up. She continued watching herself as I fucked her, her smile turning to a moaning laugh. “Ah! Ahaha! Oh god! You’re amazing, oh my god!” She was moaning and giggling as I got close. “Fuck, Leah, I’m gonna come.” I warned her. “Ahh! Yes! Do it! Fill me up! Oh my god! Please, fill me up! Fill me up!” She moaned, mimicking her “Fuck me! Fuck me!” cadence from earlier. After over an hour of fucking her, I came insanely hard. My knees buckled as I reflexively gripped her slim waist and pulled her hard into me. I was gripping her tightly as she bucked into me wildly. “Yes-yes-yes-yes! Oh my god, I feel it! Oh my god, it feels so good… Mmm…” She moaned and she backed her ass up into me. “Fuck, fuck!” I was gasping and moaning, it felt like my soul had come out of me. I slowed down and nearly collapsed as I pulled out and saw the white trickle of my semen drip out of her.

I was panting, exhausted as I lay back on the bed. I looked at the nightstand clock and saw it was almost noon. “Leah, I don’t mean to kick you out, but Jen’s coming home for lunch…” I told her. “Say no more,” She told me and gave me a wet kiss. She threw on her sweats and shoes and before she left said “John’s home in a couple weeks, so I’ll be over a few times until then.” With that, she was out the door. I couldn’t have timed it better, just as Leah walked into her house and closed the door, I saw Sarah’s car turn onto my street.

She parked on the street next to the neighbor’s house and ran to greet me. “Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?” She asked excitedly. She wrapped her arms around me, jumped into me and kissed me deeply. I pulled her in the house and said I was just checking out the weather and she rolled her eyes, “Sure, you were, and checking the weather makes your dick hard?” She asked me, indicating to my still-hard erection. “Well, can’t argue with you there,” and I kissed her deeply to end the discussion.

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