Fucking a Girl So Good, It Fixes Her Relationship [MF]

Triggered by cheating/infidelity? I totally understand, which is why I tagged my post as such. If it upsets you or makes you uncomfortable, please run away from this post and don’t read it!

Turned on by cheating, infidelity, cuckholding stuff? You’re in the right place.

Here’s my background with Leah, but you shouldn’t need it to enjoy this story: [1](https://www.reddit.com/user/TheIndigoSquid/comments/mwenm9/fucking_my_friends_wife_f/), [2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mw95k8/still_fucking_my_friends_wife_mf/), [3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oxz0x5/making_my_friends_needy_wife_beg_for_my_cock_mf/) Basically Leah and her husband John haven’t been having sex as much as she’d like, Leah’s been flirting with me since I met her and although I always thought it was harmless, when I jokingly made a move on her, she was completely into it. We’ve been fooling around whenever John’s out of town and since she only lives a few houses down, she comes over quite a lot.

All that said, being that John’s my friend I had started to feel bad about the whole “fucking his wife” thing. I mean, it sucks that he’s always leaving for weeks and weekends to attend medical conferences and even when they’re together he’s apparently often “not in the mood.” It just sounds like sex drive issues and I figured if he wasn’t going to fuck her, then why not me?

Still, he’s my friend and he and I have been talking more. Apparently Leah’s been more distant and he felt like it was his fault (it was). Whenever we talked I tried turning to the topic of sex; “do you guys fuck a lot,” or “is that affecting your sex life,” things like that, but he always got awkward. He finally said, “dude, what is it with you and fucking my wife?” And I told him straight up, “Dude, if you don’t start fucking your wife, someone else will. Is that what you want?” And that’s when I got the disappearing reappearing “…” on my phone, for like 20 full minutes. I finally texted back, “Just say it.” And he did, I was completely shocked. “I just don’t have the stamina, I’m not always in the mood and she always is… sometimes I wish, like, someone else could step in. But not in a weird way, I don’t want to be replaced, I just… need some help.”

We had never spoken so bluntly to each other, I could tell he was really torn up about this. I thought about what I was going to say for a while. I finally said, “Do you want me to try and help?” He sent back, “Lol, I doubt Jen (my wife) would be okay with that. It’s not a real thing though, how could I trust that she wouldn’t just leave me?” I explained that Leah loved him and that they go so well together and she’s expressed to me many times that she wants him to raise her children. He seemed to turn around on the whole thing and eventually said, “Yeah, in a perfect world, I’d trust you to stop by and help her when I can’t.” We kind of left it there, but it seemed like John was basically giving me carte blanche to fuck his wife.

Still, I knew his relationship was far from perfect and I could be doing more to make it better. I stopped by Leah and John’s house one afternoon when my wife was at work. Leah was wearing a tight black t-shirt and baggy black pants. She looked a lot like [Eliza Dushku](https://www.maxim.com/.image/c_limit%2Ccs_srgb%2Cq_auto:good%2Cw_620/MTQzOTUyNzM4NzIyNTIzMDE0/eliza-dushku-mainjpg.webp) in Bring It On.

Right out of the gates, I tried bringing up John, but she kept shrugging me off and saying she didn’t want to talk about it. She touched my chest and gave me the needy eyes, apparently she wasn’t interested in talking, she just wanted to fuck. I started thinking that might be part of the problem, *I* realized she wanted to fuck, but socially, John’s a little dense. So I started leading Leah a bit to see if she’d get the idea.

She touched my chest again and I asked, “Does that mean you want me to fuck you?” She smiled and nodded. “Then you need to say that, Leah.” I told her in a tone I hoped didn’t sound patronizing. “I mean, I can’t read your mind, you need to be more vocal. Has John ever mentioned that?” I asked her. “I don’t want to talk about it…” She said, now frowning. But I could tell the gears were turning inside her head like she was understanding. I took off my shirt and the smile came back. She started getting undressed, revealing her black panties, but no bra. She laid down on the living room couch and beckoned me over. “I like when you tell me what to do.” I told her. “Mmm…” She hummed, intrigued, “How about you go down on me then.” She said, picking up the imperative pretty quickly.

I knelt on the couch next to her and she spread her legs for me. Starting at her navel, I kissed down her body and moved down to her panties. I kissed her eager pussy through her panties and squeezed her lightly with my lips. She shivered from the sensation and moaned. She put her hand on my head and pressed me down into her. Still wanting to tease her, I kissed her thigh and moved up and down against the pressure of her hand. I bit her thigh softly through my lips and sucked hard enough to give her a small hickey. She moved her other hand to my head too and was pressing me into her. I was teasing her, but I wanted her to be vocal about what she wanted. She seemed to pick up the queue, “Oh my god, stop teasing me!” She demanded, “Eat me out, right now!” She yelled and forced my head down hard.

I pulled her panties to the side and went face first. “Mmm, yes!” Leah moaned, excited. I ripped hard at her panties and she let them slip down her legs. I started gently licking above her clit. My wife always liked when I’d spend some extra time up there and Leah was no different. She writhed on the couch, her body moved spastically as I licked and kissed her. My lips moved to her vagina and labia. The edge of my lips making the lightest contact at first. When she got used to the situation and her writhing calmed down, I kept my tongue flat and moved my neck up and down. I licked her like a wet ice cream cone, licking all the way up and then bringing my head down. Still being gentle as she started wiggling again. I kept that up for a couple minutes as she moaned softly, “Yes… Mmm… Yes, just like that…”

It was almost relaxing, just repeating the motions and she moaned contentedly. When I finally got bored, I moved my mouth up and started sucking on her clit. That’s when things got turned up to 11. “Oh my god! Yes! Don’t stop!” Leah moaned and grabbed a fist-full of my hair. She forced me hard into her pussy and I sucked her clit into my mouth. I vibrated my tongue against her and she squeezed my head with her skinny thighs and pushed and pulled my hair wildly. I took this as a sign to continue as she screamed, “Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” She squeezed my head so hard, I think my ears popped and when she released my head, she definitely held a few of my hairs. “What next?” I asked, looking up at her. She was panting and her eyes were wide, but she smiled and said “Get up here, I want your dick.”

I moved up her body and kissed her, making her taste her own juices. My hard cock found her pussy easily and slipped inside. Leah moved her knees up to allow me deeper access and I thrust rhythmically into her. She was sopping wet and felt amazing on my cock. Still, I didn’t want to work too hard, because I wanted her on top eventually. Even half-assing it, Leah was loving it, “fuck, baby, you’re so big… mmm… you fuck me so good…” I gave an extra hard thrust and she gasped, moaned, and giggled. I was going too slow for her, so she started shifting beneath me, grabbing onto me and trying to move herself into me. After watching her struggle to get me to speed up, I asked “Do you want to go on top?” She frowned slightly, and still tried in vain to push herself into me. “Mmm… Fine.” she said reluctantly.

Leah was pretty meek on top. She grinded on me back and forth, but it was in a slow, modest kind of way. “Leah, use me.” I told her and she leaned forward, placing her hands on my chest and started to ride me a little harder. “Leah, seriously, don’t be shy, just go crazy.” I told her, more urgently. Her face was screwed up in concentration as her back arched and she moved just a bit faster. “Leah, let go, just fucking use me!” I was shouting at her now. She stopped moving altogether now. At first she seemed to recoil, but then I saw something click. “Leah-” I started, “No, shut up!” She shouted and started grinding again. She was still going slow. “I-” I tried to start again, “Shut the fuck up, b-bitch!” She said forcefully and almost started laughing. She was going faster now and she squeezed my dick tight.

I laid back and relaxed, letting her know she was in control. She grabbed my chest again and moved her arms up to my throat. She was between my chest and neck, somewhere between supporting herself and a light choking. “Mmm… fuck! Yeah!” She moaned at me, still focussed on what she was doing. “Point your hips up into me!” She demanded. I complied. I thrust up slightly and kept my hips elevated. “Fuck yes! Get deep inside me!” She was definitely closer to choking me now and lifted herself up and down on me. She slammed down onto my cock hard, it felt amazing. Her wet pussy was squeezing my dick and she choked me lightly and moved up and down. “Fuck, that feels good, baby,” I told her. Her hands squeezed my neck tighter, telling me not to speak.

She sped up and slammed down hard onto me. “Yes! Fuck! Yes! Ah! Ah! Fuck!” she moaned, letting loose a word every time she slammed down onto me, letting me in balls-deep. I grabbed her hips to tried and force her onto me deeper, but she slapped me hard. Her hands moved back to my throat and she glared at me, “I’m in control, right now.” She said, far too dramatically, but I liked where her head was at. She went back to grinding on me, taking me slow and deep until she came. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!!” She shouted and squeezed my throat with her hands as her pussy squeezed harder onto my dick.

I slapped the side of her arms when I needed air and she laughed and blushed, “Sorry!” She said, now adopting her normally sweet way of speaking. “No, that was great, I like when you’re in control.” She smiled. “Anything you want me to do, boss?” I asked her. “Mmm..” She said and gave me a devilish grin. She got up and off me and bent over on all fours on the couch. “How about you fuck me now? I want it rough, *don’t* stop until I say so.” She said and her eyes flashed warning with the second sentence.

I got behind her and entered her slowly. Her pussy tightened and then relaxed, once she was used to me, I just got started at full speed. I spanked her ass and she moaned, “Yes!” I grabbed her hips and thrust into her fast and deep. “Yes! Yes! Harder! Fuck yes!” I thought I was already going pretty hard, but I kept it up. Harder, faster, deeper. I spanked her again and she wailed with delight, “Ahhh!! Mmm!! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” her voice became a high-pitched wail and her moans became animalistic as I thrust wildly into her. “Arhh! Agh! Fuck! Fuck! Harder! Fuck me harder! Ahh! Ahh!” I squeezed her hips and pulled her into me as I grunted and gasped in pleasure and exhaustion. “Fuck! Ah! Ahhh! Ah! I’m gonna! Fuck! Ah! I’m coming! Ahhh! AAAHHHH!!” She nearly screamed as she came and squeezed my dick with such force that I came too without warning.

I couldn’t even say anything as I emptied my load inside her, I was just squeezing, pulling, thrusting, fucking mindlessly. I was completely enthralled by her high pitched moans, wails, and yells. “Fuck! Yes! Give it to me! Fuck!” She said in response to my orgasm, feeling my cum shooting deep inside her and flooding her. I bent over her, completely spent, but I kept going; I had become a mindless fucking machine for her and she didn’t tell me I could stop. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh-my-god! Fuck! I’m coming! Don’t stop!” She moaned as I continued to gasp and grunt. I felt her orgasm roll over me again as I continued to thrust. My body was tingles, normally I lose a little bit of brain and body power when I come, but fucking at this pace before, during, and after made me feel like I was going to black out from the pleasure. Leah fell forward panting and sweating, “You… can stop now…” she said laughing. And I fell over, a sweaty, tingly mess.

I rolled over and laid on my back on the couch and Leah climbed on top of me. She patted my head, “that’s a good boy.” She told me, again returning to her sweet voice. I started to come back to reality as we laid there. We cuddled for a few minutes before we got up and started getting dressed. “Leah, do me a favor.” I told her, “The way you ordered me around and just used me? Do that with John, trust me he’ll appreciate it.” Leah looked at me inquisitively, but nodded only half-heartedly. “Don’t feel bad,” I told her, “I know John just wants you to be happy. I think that’ll be a lot easier if you’re more direct.” Leah sighed, “I just don’t know if he’ll understand-” She started, but I interrupted. “Leah, just be honest with him about your needs, that’s all you have to do.”

“Oh yeah, like telling him about us?” She asked, thinking she was catching me being the hypocrite. “You know what, tell him,” I said flatly, “see what he thinks. But not before you tell him about what *you* need. He might be more willing to give it to you than you thought.” She nodded solemnly, but I felt like the message got through.

It’s been a few weeks since then and both Leah and John confirmed they have had sex *multiple times*. That’s right, I got a guy to fuck his hot wife, I’m a miracle worker. John and I haven’t talked much about it, but per Leah, she’s allowed to have an extramarital affair if she promises things won’t get serious and it’s a guy she trusts. Leah’s been calling on me less and less, which I consider an absolute win. She still calls me occasionally when John’s out of town, but it’s obvious to me their love life is better than ever. Even better news, Leah is pregnant as of a few days ago, my wife is very jealous as she was just visited by her monthly menstrual guest.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pqpxza/fucking_a_girl_so_good_it_fixes_her_relationship