I accidentally went down on [m]y [f]riend’s wife

Mark and Lisa met me and my SO at the Summer Solstice Serenade a week ago. Lisa was busty, in good shape, and liked to dress to show off a bit. That night, she wore a mid-thigh length swishy skirt that showed off her legs and a loose wrap blouse that showed off her shoulders and arms. It didn’t take Mark to get pretty drunk, my SO wasn’t far behind, and Lisa was trying to keep up.

At some point during the evening, Lisa slipped, fell, scraped her leg and her shoulder, badly. She was bleeding enough that a handful of napkins and a bit of water wasn’t going to do the trick. I offered to go to my house to get some band-aids, then Mark said “Why doesn’t Lisa just go with you, she’ll have hot water and washclothes and neosporin and stuff?” Well duh! We walked to my car, she was limping a bit, trying to pretend she wasn’t hurt. I opened the door to put a towel down on the passenger seat in case she was bleeding, then stepped back to let her get in.

She held onto the handle, then put one leg in, swung her body in, and sat down. I was facing her, and she looked up at me, legs spread open, and she wiggled a bit to adjust her seat, and her skirt hiked up, giving me a good look. “Ooops!” she giggled as she looked down. She paused for a moment, then made an overly obvious gesture to pull her skirt down. “Good thing I wore panties tonight!” then she pulled her other leg in, and I shut the door for her.

Three stoplights later, we were at my house. We went to the downstairs bathroom where I had a variety of medical supplies. I pulled out the band-aids, a box of various sizes, and some neosporin, and a washcloth, put them all on the counter.

“Need anything?”, more out of politeness than actually expecting to be able to do anything, then started to leave.

“I don’t think I can reach my back,” she pulled her blouse off her shoulder, down to the elbow. Either she was really quick about pulling her bra strap down too, or she wasn’t wearing one, either was a possibility.

Her shoulder scraped up pretty bad, but just superficial. I gently washed off the loose dirt and grime, and a few bits of loose skin.

Then I applied neosporin to the open wounds, and considered what size band-aids she needed.

All the time, she’s watching me in the mirror, and I’m trying valiantly to not be obvious about trying to look down the front of her blouse. Between my position behind her as well as seeing her in the mirror, I had a lot of opportunities to scope her out without having to worry about my fiance or her husband catching me.

I wasn’t overly cautious, though, with her flashing me at the car, I suspected she wouldn’t mind me eyeballing her in private.

I put a larger bandage on the big scrape and band-aids on the other places she was obviously bleeding. Then I stepped back to see if there were any other places she’d scraped herself, and asked her if she felt anything other place.

She laughed, and said, I don’t know, my other shoulder? And with that, slipped her blouse off the other shoulder, so that it was resting on her boobs, as if it was an off the shoulder blouse. “See anything else that needs attention?” “Well….” I let the double entendre go, mostly, although I did purposefully look her chest over while she was watching my eyes. “I don’t see anything else that needs bandaging.”

At this point it became obvious that she was not wearing a bra, and I suddenly felt myself start to get hard, with her closeness and proximity, and her flirtiness, due to a few drinks.

“Are you sure?” and she pulled her blouse down a bit more, exposing more of her back as well as a significant amount of cleavage. I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her this way, and then that, and couldn’t help but notice her tits jiggle under her blouse. “Yeah, pretty sure. But I’ll keep an eye out just in case. You could pull your blouse back on your shoulders, I think I’ve got bandaids everywhere so you don’t get blood on it.”

She did so, although as she pulled the shoulders up, she played with it a bit, giving me an even better look down the front.

Then she pulled the side of her skirt up, expsoing most of her thigh, it, too, was pretty scraped up.

She took the washcloth from me and started to wash her thigh off, but the scrapes kept going up, to the point she had pulled her skirt up nearly to her hip. “I really did some damage. I think I scraped my ass, too, but I can’t see.” Before I could say anything, she pulled her skirt up behind her, showing off one of her cheeks, and asked, “Can you tell?”

She was showing off enough that obviously she was wearing a thong, her panties hadn’t come into view. The angle was awkward, so I sat down on the edge of the tub, so her hip was nearly at eye level.

I took the washcloth from her and finished cleaning her leg off, from mid-calf all the way to her hip. “Is there any more?” she asked, and pulled her skirt up, showing her entire leg as well as a good part of her ass. “I think I’ve got it all.”

“What about the other side?” she giggled as she she pulled her skirt up to show the rest of her ass, and confirming that she was, indeed, wearing a thong. “Good thing I wasn’t wearing grannie panties, they’d be all torn up and covered in blood!” “Yes, that would be a shame, it would be horrible to mess up a pair of underwear that your grandmother should be wearing.”

I put my hands on her hips and turned her this way and that again, purportedly to make sure she didn’t scrape anywhere else, but it was obvious I was just flirting with her. She bent over a little, “Are you doing a thorough examination?” I wanted to push my hips against her, but I wanted to taste her even more.

“As thorough as I can without being in a doctor’s office” I answered, and then started, realizing that might be rather explicit. “Ooops, didn’t mean to be that raunchy.” She laughed hard, no, that was so funny! And naughty!”

She suddenly turned around to face me, and lifted her skirt to her waist. A white triangle of lacey material appeared in front of me. Lust filled my chest. “How about this direction, any scrapes or bruises?” “Not that I can see.” Knowing where this was leading, I decided to take my time for the moment. I leaned forward a bit, actually looking at her upper thigh instead of the white lace triangle between her thighs. “Oh, this is just a smudge, I don’t think it’s a scrape.” And I brushed it with the washcloth.

“That feel ok?” “Yeah, I guess so.” Realizing that she didn’t want me to be a boy scout, I took a chance and asked, “I could kiss it to make it better?”

That took her by surprise, but clearly her head was in the game. “Yes, that could work.”

I lenaed forward more and gave her mid-thigh a little kiss, just testing the waters, but we both already knew where we were headed. “Is that better?” “Yes, a bit. Maybe another?” I kissed her thigh again, this time a little higher. “Better. Try a couple more.”

I continued to kiss her thigh, higher and higher, until I was close to the crease between her leg and her abdomen. “I better check the other leg, just in case.” And I repeated the same process, light kisses from mid-thigh all the way up.

I looked up at her, and she met my eyes. “Yes, that’s working very nicely. Keep going.”

And then she pushed stuff aside on the counter and sat on it, her skirt around her waist, squealing as her bare ass hit the cool countertop. “Here, is that a better angle for you?” she asked, spreading her legs.

“That will definitely help me be thorough.” I continued nuzzling her thighs, up and up, until I reached the edge of her panties at the crease. I began running my tongue up and donw the crease, one side, then the other. “I’m feeling a LOT better all of a sudden” she whispered.

I was suddenly conscious of the time that we’d been gone. “We will probably have to get back to the festival soon…” “Ohmigod I’d lost track of time. But…. ” and she spread her legs open further. “I think I need just a little bit more and I’ll be all better.”

I ran my tongue up and down both edges of her panties again, and she moaned, “Oh fuck I am so wet.”

“Maybe I should check.” “Yes, please do.” I pulled her panties to the side, exposing her swollen lips. “You definitely need a few more kisses.” I ran my tongue up and down the sides of her folds, slowly at first, then faster. She leaned back against the mirror and gripped the side of the counter. I continued my licking, opening her up, until I could try a light thrust inside, at which point she shuddered.

“More! Faster!” I followed her instructions, and it didn’t take long for her to go over the edge. As she started to convulse, I held her hips to keep her from slipping on the counter or away from me. I kept in contact with her pussy until she was done shaking and her breathing had returned to normal.

Wanting to enjoy the moment but suddenly very aware of how long we’d been gone, she composed herself, and hopped off. “I still need some bandages on my leg. I quickly helped her with that, making sure I wasn’t too exacting, explaining that it had to look like she put them on herself.

I then washed my face off, moustache and goatee in particular, then we hurried back to the festival. Although as she got in the car, she flashed me again. “Better hide that boner!” she laughed, squeezing my crotch once before I shut the door.

Once back at the music, we found our better halves, and they had totally lost track of time. Nonethelss, I pulled Mark aside, explaining that he should keep an eye on her, she might have hit her head when she fell, she had gotten a really bad bloody nose when she had gotten out of the car.

We stayed at the festival for another hour or so, Lisa and I made a joke or two about not falling again, but for the most part, it was business as usual for the rest of the night. However, as we said goodnight to them, Mark and my SO got distracted for a moment, and she whispered to me, “Thanks for the fun, sorry you didn’t get to see my boobs. Hope you think of them tonight!”

This happened less than a week ago. We don’t have each other’s phone numbers, and we don’t see them very often, so it’ll be interesting to see if there’s a sequel to this escapade.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pglll3/i_accidentally_went_down_on_my_friends_wife