Fucked My Late Husband’s Best Friend And Swallowed His Cum [FM]

At the age of 38, my husband, “Henry” died. After almost 20 years of marriage, I honestly didn’t even know what to do.

Now after two years, I figured it was about time to continue living and start dating again.

On Friday, I went to buy some 4th of July decorations and ran in to old friend. Well, he was technically my husband’s old friend, I guess. My husband and “Shane” had known each other since high school. They were best friends at one point. But while my husband was alive, we got to know each other pretty well. Unfortunately, after his death we kind of fell out of touch.

Shane played football in college. And had the body to prove it, even 15-20 years past his “glory days.” I knew he was a bit of a gym rat as well, not that you would see me complaining. I’ll admit he had quite the physique. He had great hair, a good smile, and honestly, was just really fucking hot. I had no clue how he was still single. Him and his wife Julie had gotten divorced about three years before my husband died. They had kids, but Julie got custody and Shane lived alone in an apartment nearby.

Shane was always nice to me—and I to him—but never in an inappropriate way. I always supported his friendship with my husband, who told me that they actually became friends when Shane stuck up for my husband in front of some bullies in high school.

When Henry died, Shane took it almost as hard as me. As I said, I think because of the pain, we never really met up again after the funeral.

Fast forward 2 years to the department store, when I see him again a couple days ago. He looked even better than before—more attractive. When I said hello, he turned around, and after realizing who I was wrapped me in a big warm hug. It honestly turned a little emotional. He was out shopping with his daughter though and couldn’t talk much but asked me out to a bar on the evening of July 4th. I said yes. My kids would be off watching fireworks with friends anyway.

I wasn’t sure if it was a date or not, Or just a night out to remember my husband. Still, I decided to dress to impress. I put on a skin tight leopard print dress that showed off a good amount of cleavage (I texted a pic to my BFF asking if it was too much), with some heels. I’ll also digress a little and describe myself for your imaginations. I am 40 years old, relatively fit, and since it’s the internet I can lie about my weight, so I am only 115 lbs 😳. I have long brown hair and green eyes.

We met with another hug, this time lingering a little longer. We sat down and caught up. Shane even apologized for losing touch, but I told him I completely understood that I wasn’t the only one grieving.

We decided to order dinner, and somewhere in the conversation, it turned to our love lives. Shane had been in some short term relationships with a few women but didn’t feel like he could commit. And I confessed to him about my barren wasteland of a love life, but that I had decided to finally get out there again.

“Good, Henry would have wanted you to be happy, you know.” Shane said.

I think my response floored him, but I confessed that I hadn’t had sex since he died (I didn’t tell him about the time I watched a younger guy masturbate in my car—lol).

After we had consumed dinner and a few more drinks, we decided to get some fresh air.

As we walked outside, we saw that it was raining (poor fireworks watchers), and it was coming down pretty hard.

While we were talking on the patio of the restaurant, I looked at Shane and he looked at me. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or what, but I blurted out, “are you going to kiss me or what?”

Judging by the look on his face, Shane was a little shocked, but not too shocked to respond by leaning in, taking me in his big arms, and giving me a long, deep, wet kiss that must have lasted five minutes.

When we finally separated our lips, I laughed when I noticed that we were right in front of a window, and everybody in the main dining room could see us.

Shane took my hand and we ran to my car, getting soaked in the downpour. In my car, we made out like teenagers for what had to be another 20 minutes. I pulled back and asked, “how far do you live from here.”

I was going to have sex for the first time since my husband died that night. I just didn’t know whose place it was going to be at—whoever was closer. I felt guilty that it was with Henry’s best friend, but in the moment, it seemed to make perfect sense to me—like it was the ONLY thing that made sense.

He said it was a 5 minute drive and I almost pushed Shane out of my car and told him I would follow him.

When we got to his apartment complex, there were no parking spots anywhere near the building, so we had to run like hell in the rain, and we were both soaked again when we got into his apartment.

“I hope that dress isn’t ruined,” He told me.

I responded, “It should be fine. I’ll just hang it up to dry,” and proceeded to turn around and asked him to un-do the zipper, which he did surprisingly well.

I dropped the dress on the floor, so that I was standing in my underwear—a tiny red thong and bra. I bent over to pick up the dress, showing off my ass and legs in my thong and heels.

“Do you have a hanger?” I asked. Shane stood there like an idiot with his mouth gaping. I was flattered that at my age, and after three kids I could still elicit that response when I took off my clothes. He took my dress and hung it up in his shower to dry as I took a seat on his couch almost entirely in my birthday suit.

“You’d be much more comfortable out of those wet clothes.” I hinted when he returned, and stood up and started walking towards him.

“Let me help,” I said, and proceeded to undress him. No time to be modest now.

As I knelt down to take off Shane’s pants, I smiled at the large bulge I had apparently created in his briefs.

“Did I do that?” , I asked innocently with a grin.

“Uh-huh”

“Well, I’d better do something about that.” I replied. I quickly pulled his drawers down to his ankles.

I was hoping he had some size, and I was not disappointed. Shane was a little larger than my husband in length, but had quite a bit more girth. I’d never had one so thick.

I smiled up at him, took his hard cock in my mouth, and proceeded to lick and suck on him like my life depended on it.

“HOLY SHIT!!!” He exclaimed as I worked him over.

I’ve always enjoyed giving head, and my husband told me I was quite good at it. I was turning on all the tricks I had learned over the nearly two decades of slurping on Henry’s cock.

After about ten minutes of this, his knees were shaking, and Shane pulled me up to my feet.

“I had to stop you. You were going to make me cum in your mouth,” He admitted.

“And?” I asked.

“And I want to return the pleasure, and then fuck you silly first!” I replied.

“Ok.” I giggled. Finally!

With that Shane led me to his bed, and told me that the bed was brand new, and needed to be broken in. I laughed at cheesiness but played along.

He picked me up effortlessly and placed me in the middle of the bed. As he pulled my legs apart, he noticed how wet my thong was.

“Either you had an accident, or you enjoyed giving me head as much as I enjoyed receiving it.”

“I LOVE sucking cock, and I’ve never had one that thick before, so I was really getting into it.” I admitted, surprisingly without reservation. I was completely filled with lust.

“Well, just wait until IT gets into YOU!” He said, and dove face first between my legs, kissing and licking his way up my thighs as I squirmed.

When he reached my drenched panties, He leaned in and gave them a big kiss, and started sucking on my panties.

“Oh my god!”, I sighed, as he slowly teased me even more by licking all around my thong, never touching my pussy itself.

“Stop teasing me!” I begged.

With that he pulled my panties off, and started to slowly lick from my dripping wet opening up to my clit, and all around.
After a few minutes of this, he slipped a finger, then two, into my wet, tight little pussy. I started to shake, and my legs clamped down on Shane’s head. In response, his mouth clamped down around her clit, and started to suck firmly, but softly.

After less than a minute of that, I exploded in his mouth, announcing to his neighbors that I was cumming. If you couldn’t tell, Im really loud. I think they probably heard me all the way in Uruguay.

As soon as I started coming down, I had to pry him away from my pussy. His sheets were soaked. I hoped he had a mattress protector!

“That was the most intense—” I sighed, not wanting to admit that my husbands best friend had given me an orgasm the likes of which I had never experienced from oral before.

I got up and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips before pushing Shane onto his back and positioned myself over him.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a real cock in me, and I want to control how it goes in,” I explained as I mounted him and slowly lowered my pussy onto his hardness.

“Oh yesss!!!” I cried when our pelvises met.

I started to hump and grind on top of him. I couldn’t believe how stretched out Shane made me feel. It was euphoric. I rode, humped, grinded, and just plain fucked him from on top for what felt like half an hour, before I finally collapsed on top of him.

“I can’t believe you haven’t cum yet,” I said. “Henry never would have made it this long.” I felt guilty admitting it, immediately regretting I had said anything about Henry.

Luckily my big mouth didn’t ruin things. Shane just smiled as he sat up, still inside of me, and said “Well, let me do some of the work now”.

I climbed off, and we both giggled at the slurping, sucking sound my pussy made as his dick fell out.

In one quick movement I was on my back again, my body cradled between his thick arms as he opened my legs and slid all the way in to the root of his cock.

I let out another loud sigh.

“I could get used to this” I said.

He started to fuck me now, holding my legs over my shoulders, pistoning fast and hard, then slow and soft, alternating like that for a few minutes.

He stopped and rolled me over onto my stomach, my legs still lying prone on the bed as he knelt behind me, bent down, lifted my hips and started to lick me from behind.

I moaned loudly as his tongue explored, licking slowly from my clit to my ass ,where he stopped and rimmed my puckered asshole for a minute.

“Oh wow! Oh my GOD!!!” Was all I could muster.

I felt him pull himself back up and position himself back at my pussy. With a single push, Shane slid his cock all the way into my wetness, his hubs pressed against my ass.

He pushed me down onto my belly, slid back in, and started to fuck me like that, straddling my ass as he pounded my pussy from behind.

“OH yeah! Fuck me!Fuck me hard” I started yelling. Fuck if I cared who heard.

It felt so good like that, but soon he told me he was going to cum soon.

“Tell me when.” I commanded.

After a couple of minutes more, he told me it was time.

“Pull out!” I yelled. I wasn’t on birth control, and I was NOT about to get pregnant.

As I got out from under Shane he grabbed his slick cock tight. But I took his hand away and swallowed his cock as he shot a huge load into my mouth.

After he was spent I licked off all of our juices from his softening cock, and sighed.

We both fell fast asleep right after that, him spooning me from behind with his sticky cock on my ass cheeks.

I woke up in the middle of the night, wrote a letter to Shane, and drove back home.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oe95hj/fucked_my_late_husbands_best_friend_and_swallowed