[MF]Hearing about how my best friend railed my wife while we were on vacation

The rest of our stay at the lake house seemed to go by pretty fast and relatively normal after Kaylee and I had our secret rendezvous. However, there was definitely a strange awkwardness between Rachel and Paul after that night. They usually get along great and enjoy cutting up and spending time together, but after they both returned from their late night swim, it seemed as though they were intentionally doing everything they could to avoid being left alone together.

Kaylee and I on the other hand went back to treating each other normally, while in public, but we did catch each other staring at one another from across the room from time to time. It was hard to get the image of her laying completely naked on her bed out of my head. I would catch myself fantasizing about her rubbing her shaved innie anytime I had a moment of peace. I could tell she was thinking of the same instance when her eyes would glaze over and lose their focus.

On our last night at the lake we were all sitting around drinking and playing some games when the topic of leaving the next day came up. We all discussed how great of a time we had hanging out again, and how it sucks that we go so long without seeing each other because of them living over six hours away from us.That’s when Kaylee jumped out of her seat and exclaimed that we should take a detour and go to their house for a few more nights before heading back home.

Rachel looked at me with a look that I couldn’t discern, but I knew that we had both taken the week off work because we were going to stop by our cabin in the mountains and spend a little alone time together before heading home. But, there was no reason why we couldn’t go stay a couple of extra nights with Paul and Kaylee, and still spend the latter part of the week at our cabin. I kept looking into my wife’s eyes as I began to nod my head in agreement. I expressed that I thought that was a great idea, but out of the corner of my eye I noticed Paul’s face started to drain of its color. We all went to sleep pretty soon after that since we knew we’d be seeing more of each other than we had previously planned. Rachel was pretty quite as we crawled into bed that night, but it went relatively unoticed as my thoughts drifted back to Kaylee.

The next morning we all got up pretty early, loaded the vehicles with our luggage, and headed out. An hour passed as we drove down the road, and Rachel hadn’t really spoken to me. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I asked her what was wrong and if she was feeling okay. She told me that everything was fine, but I could tell she was holding something back. I asked her again and told her to be honest with me. I told her that I had noticed her and Paul acting weird and asked if they had gotten into a fight after I left.

Tears started to flow freely down her cheeks as she locked eyes with me. That’s when my wife told me that she and Paul had fucked. I pulled the car off the road and threw it into park as she began to openly cry and apologize for what she had done. My stomach was in knots, but what I didn’t expect, was my dick starting to harden from what she had said.

It took a moment to calm her down, but once I did, I felt obligated to tell her that I wasn’t faithful either. I told her everything, and just like me, I could notice that she felt conflicted about what she had heard too. Once our little secrets were out in the open, we decided to get back on the road.

We had been traveling for a little over an hour when Rachel broke the tension. She asked the one thing I never thought she would, she wanted to know what happened that night. I tried to steer the conversation away, but she explained that she had a right to know. I started telling her about that night and I was trying to be as vague as possible, but before long she had told me to stop. I thought she couldn’t handle what I was saying, but as I looked over at her sitting in the passenger’s seat I could see that she was flushed and had a hand buried between her legs rubbing the outside of her leggings.

She looked at me with a fire burning in her eyes as she breathed that she wanted me to go into explicit detail. I told her everything, and the more graphic I got, the more frantically she rubbed. A wet spot darkened her leggings as she shook from her orgasm. When she finally came down from her high, she looked over at me expectantly. We continued to head down road, and Rachel continued to stare at me. Finally, she broke the silence and asked if I wanted to hear the details between her and Paul. Immediately my dick started to strain the front of my shorts. She noticed instantly and took that as the “yes” she was looking for.

That night, when they were left alone, they kept on horsing around in the water for a while. They drunkenly flirted back and forth, like they usually did, and at one point, Paul dived under the water and disappeared. She explained how she swam around laughing and calling his name, when suddenly she felt something grab her legs. The next thing she knew, she was airborne and laughing as Paul launched her straight up. When she crashed back into the water she felt her top slide off, and before she could grab it, it was gone.

She lurched down into the water before Paul could notice, and as he swam back towards her she used one arm to cover her breasts and put the other up to stop him before he could see her topless. Rachel explained that she lost her top when she fell back into the water, and Paul agreed to help her look for it. However, the only light they had to aid them was the glow from the moon and the lights off the porch, which were virtually useless at their range.

They both searched everywhere, but it became evident that her top had drifted away and was lost to the dark water. Paul made a callback to Rachel’s story about when she ripped her leggings at the gym, and her pussy was on display during her workout. They both laughed which broke the tension a bit, but it wasn’t long before they were both growing cold from being in the water.

Paul offered to run back to the house to get her a shirt, since they had opted to leave their towels behind, but Rachel expressed that she wasn’t comfortable being left alone just in case someone from one of the other houses stumbled upon her. He agreed not to leave, but they knew that something had to be done. They tried to brainstorm another plan, but they were both still pretty drunk.

After some more time passed, the only idea that they could come up with was that Rachel would try and cover up as best as possible and Paul would walk in front of her to try and shield her from any prying eyes. As they both exited the water it seemed as though their drunken plan was going to work just fine, until Rachel realized the knot that was holding her bottoms on was starting to come untied.

She explained that she tried her best to keep her tits covered, her bottoms on, and follow as closely as she could to Paul, but finally she became overwhelmed. As she called Paul’s name to get his attention so he could help, the bottom part of her bikini fell around her ankles, and her shaved pussy was perfectly visible to Paul as he turned to face her. Paul looked down and his eyes locked onto her exposed lips, and Rachel instinctively moved her hands down to cover herself. However, between her drunkenness and embarrassment, she momentarily forgot that she didn’t have a top on as well. As soon as Paul saw her tits bounce free he immediately became erect.

Not knowing what to do next, Rachel sprinted towards the vacant lifeguard building that was between the lake and the house. Upon reaching the small building, she rounded the corner and pushed herself against the wall that faced the water. She explained how she was overwhelmed with embarrassment that Paul had gotten a full frontal view of her nakedness. While she sat there flattened against the building, Paul came running around the corner clutching her sand caked bottoms in his hand.

Before either could react, Paul had run right into Rachel, knocking her on her back, and falling on top of her. My wife explained that she could feel his hard cock pushing against her pussy and her nipples rubbing against his bare chest. She told me that the feeling of his body pushing intimately into hers started to turn her on, but before she knew it, Paul was back on his feet with a hand extended to help her up.

Apparently Paul was trying to avert his gaze away from Rachel as best he could, but as she laid naked on the ground, with her pink nipples and pussy completely exposed, it didn’t take long for his eyes to rake lustfully over her. She explained how time seemed to stop as they locked eyes, and an understanding look passed between them.

As Paul lowered himself down onto her, he reached down and started to slide his trunks down exposing his throbbing cock. Rachel’s legs spread as he lined himself up with her soaking wet entrance, and with one thrust, he buried himself deep inside my wife.

By this point in Rachel’s story my cock was straining painfully against my shorts begging for release. As I tried to keep my mind focused on the road, I felt Rachel start to stroke my cock. I shivered as her hand reached into my waistband and pulled my dick out. She started pumping it faster and in one quick motion, her head was in my lap and she was licking me from the bottom of my shaft up to the top of my head. As I tried to contain myself from cumming, she pulled her head slightly up and continued recounting her story in-between licks.

After Paul had entered my wife, it wasn’t long before he had her cumming. She said that everytime he thrusted into her, his balls would slap against her asshole, which would cause her to moan in delight. They fucked in the missionary position for a while and she described how Paul would squeeze and tug on her hard pink nipples before lowering his head and take them into his mouth.

Paul told her that he couldn’t hold on much longer, and he wanted to flip her over and finish in doggie style. Rachel quickly turned herself over and pushed her ass into the air awaiting Paul’s dick to push into her. She explained that he quickly obliged, and he began to fuck her hard and fast. She told me how she squealed with each thrust and she could tell he was getting close. My wife is on the pill and she told me that at that moment she wanted to feel his cum deep inside her, so she told Paul that she wanted him to fill her with his cum.

While she waited for him to blow inside her, she told me that she felt something wet hit her asshole, and it was at that moment that she realized Paul had spat on her. Suddenly she felt his thumb start to rub circles around her puckered hole, and as he dipped the tip of his finger into her, this pushed her over the edge. Her pussy clenched down as she was overtaken by a massive orgasm, and she felt Paul shoot rope after rope deep inside of her.

As my wife’s story hit its climax I moaned that I was cumming, and Rachel hurriedly slammed her mouth down onto me as I unloaded my load deep down her throat.

After that Rachel explained that they found an old towel outside the little lifeguard building, and she wrapped it around herself. She told me how they both agreed to keep it a secret, but she just felt way too guilty to keep something like that from me. I reassured Rachel that everything was okay and that if she could forgive me then I could definitely forgive her.

We continued down the road for a few more hours and kept talking about our experiences, and by the time we reached Kaylee and Paul’s house we both knew one thing for certain, we had definitely made the right decision about spending a few more nights with them.

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