Having My Cock Worshipped by my Wife’s Best Friend [MF]

This is a continuation of another story which you can find [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rty1ek/christmas_eve_threesome_with_my_wife_and_her_best/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

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After the Christmas Eve Spectacular, my wife began acting strangely towards me and Dayna. We have open and honest communication in our very happy marriage (at least that’s what I thought then, but more on that later). So I asked her about it , and she admitted that what happened that night wasn’t her cup of tea. I had to respect that and come to terms with the fact that another threesome with more participation for everyone involved probably wasn’t going to happen. She also said she felt uncomfortable around Dayna now, which was an unintended side effect of that night. She took a break from Dayna for a few weeks, but then slowly admitted to missing her as a friend and began hanging out with her again.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t get Dayna’s quick tit-fuck out of my head. My wife has perfect little tits and I enjoy them as much as any man would, but I had never really thought about titty fucking before that night. Now I was obsessed. I tried getting Tara into it but it just wouldn’t work. Her boobs were just too small, and she didn’t get much pleasure from it. Also, she didn’t go for cumshots and facials, which I see as a part of the titfuck experience. So while they took their little break I tried to get over the idea of anything more happening with Dayna, and when they resumed their friendship in the spring I didn’t let my hopes get too high. Their friendship and my marriage was worth way more than that.

Dayna and I arranged a birthday party for Tara in April of that year, and we did all of the planning over text. We never discussed Christmas Eve, and that was fine by me. Again: I didn’t want to get my hopes up. The party went off without a hitch, and although Dayna looked amazing that night I never tried to get her alone to talk to her. As the night wound down, the three of us ended up in a conversation together with a few other people where someone made a joke about cumming on someone’s face. While my wife scowled, Dayna said “I never really minded that kind of thing.” And I would swear she looked right at me when she said it.

They continued their after-work hangouts but my wife never came home hornier than usual the way she had before Christmas. She normally came in quietly, took a shower, and went to sleep. One night in June while they were out I fell asleep watching a basketball game on the couch, and woke up after 12:30 and Tara was still not home. I texted her to see if she was ok, and when I didn’t get a response after a while I started getting nervous. At 1:30 I called Dayna to see where they were, and was stunned when she answered in a muzzy voice. I had woken her up and she said she had left the bar before 12. Tara had stayed with a few people from work. “Let me go find her,” she said, and immediately hung up the phone. I debated going out to find her myself but decided I should wait. 15 minutes later Tara came in, pissed at me for sending Dayna after her. After a few harsh words between us (me: where the hell were you? Her: why did you send Dayna out looking for me?) we went to bed.

I got the story from Dayna the next day. Apparently, Dayna walked to the bar (she only lived 1/2 a block away) and when she didn’t find her inside, she checked the parking lot for Tara’s car. She didn’t find her in her car, but in a male co-workers pick-up truck. Dayna banged on the windows and told her to “go home to your fucking husband.” Then she turned around and went home. Dayna wouldn’t tell me what they were doing in the car, but it was far from innocent.

That night after work I confronted Tara about it again, and she (partially) denied Dayna’s story. She said they were in the car talking because Herb (that’s his fucking name can you believe it) was getting cold feet about his wedding that fall. She said they were only talking, and that was it. She also said her phone was dead, and that’s why she didn’t respond to my texts. Then she started in on Dayna, not minding her own business and making up stories about what was going on. I decided to let it go. If I pushed any further, I would be a hypocrite after what Dayna and I had done Christmas Eve. Things were icy between us, but an unsteady truce had formed.

The following weekend, Tara was participating in a half marathon 2 hours from where we live. She had pre-arranged to stay at a hotel in the area with a college friend the night before, but I had second shift work that week and wouldn’t be able to go with her. I would drive up the morning of the run and meet her at the finish line to drive home with her. I came home that Friday night at 11:30pm to see Dayna’s jeep parked in front of my house. When I got out of my car, Dayna said “we need to talk.”

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We went inside, grabbed a few beers, and stood in the kitchen. She looked amazing in a pair of leggings, tank top, and jeans jacket, her 5’10” frame topped with curly brown hair. She didn’t waste any time: “She’s been fucking Herb since February. I would have told you sooner but I only just found out this week. I didn’t know how else to tell you.” I wasn’t surprised, I had actually expected it. Tara had always been susceptible to men flirting with her, enjoying the attention especially from a younger guy (he was 25, Tara was 35).

I leaned back against the counter and tipped my beer back and finished it in one long go. I put the bottle down and looked Dayna straight in the eyes. “I guess that means I don’t have to feel so guilty for fantasizing about you since Christmas,” I said with what I hoped was a rakish smile.

“Oh, yeah?” She said with a smile of her own, and took a sip of her own beer. “Fantasizing about…?”

“Your mouth. Those beautiful tits. Everything we didn’t get the chance to do that night.”

She put the bottle up to her lips and smiled over it. “Thank god I’m not alone there.” She took another gulp and put her beer down, walking over to me. I put my hands on either side of her face, running my fingers through her hair and kissed her deeply and fully, our tongues flickering in and out of each others’ mouths. I moved my hands down and removed her jacket, throwing into a corner of the kitchen. I then reached around and grabbed her ass through her leggings, still kissing her thoroughly. It felt like all the fantasies of the last few months were coming true as she reached down and started undoing my belt.

Still kissing, she unclasped my belt and pulled it through the loops of my jeans and threw it behind her. Then she undid my button and zipper and pushed my pants down, going to her knees in front of me. “I can take my time with this now,” she said, and began kissing the head of my engorged cock. I reached down and pulled her tank top over her head, and taking my cock in her mouth she reached behind her and unclipped her bra, freeing her DD breasts. Her hands now free, she brought one to my balls and the other to my shaft, licking the tip while massaging with both hands. I leaned back and took in the view of this beautiful woman working my cock like a pro.

She took her hands away, took the head in her mouth, and slowly took my whole length into her mouth. Reaching for my hands and placing them on the sides of her head, she started bobbing her head, swirling her tongue as she moved up and down my dick. I pulled her hair into a ponytail so I could see her lips around me, and began fucking her face slowly. The feeling was amazing!

She pulled me from her mouth with a pop, and tried to catch her breath. “I love your cock,” she said breathily, and started kissing my shaft, moving down towards my balls, taking one in her mouth and then the other. She then stood up suddenly, and grabbing me by the cock led me into the living room. I was waddling because my pants were still around my ankles!

She brought me to my recliner, and pulled my shirt up over my head. I started to bend over to take off my boots and pants, but she stopped me, pushing me down into a sitting position. She kissed her way down my chest, stopped for a quick nibble on my cock, then untied my boot laces slowly and pulled them off one at a time, followed by my socks and jeans. She then leaned back in and took my cock in her mouth, working it hard and fast and getting it nice and wet. She placed me between her breasts, pushed them together, and began pumping up and down. As she pumped down, she would stick out her tongue and lick the tip, stopping occasionally to spit on my dick for lubrication. As someone who has watched his share of porn, I never thought that spitting was that sexy, but my god when it’s done to you it’s really amazing.

I begrudgingly tried to pull her up from her position in front of me so I could return the favor, but she shook her head. “I’m on my period,” she said. “This is all about you for now, maybe next time we can worry about me.” She then put her head back into my lap and took me back into her mouth, wetting it for another go at her ample cleavage.

As she was pumping me between her breasts and licking the tip of my cock, she asked “Where do you want to come?”

I was almost incapable of speech, but managed to mumble “your face? Or your tits?”

“Tara never let you do either, did she?”

I shook my head, and she said “give me that load all over me!” And then started pumping harder and harder. Looking down at her determined, makeup-smeared face, I couldn’t take it anymore. I groaned with pleasure and shot a long rope of cum over her lips and cheeks, then she reached up and aimed the next shot at her left breast, holding it there as i continued to spurt all over her glorious breast. She put the tip back into her mouth to clean up, making sure no more leaked anywhere else. Then she leaned back and ran her index finger across her lips, cheeks, and breast, gathering up as much of the cum as she could. Smiling up at me, she licked the finger clean, saying “mmmm, you taste so good.”

We sat in the living room like that for a little while, talking about anything except Tara. We decided it wasn’t a good idea for her to stay the night, especially with her car in front of the house where anyone could see. After cleaning up and getting dressed, I told her that was the most incredible sexual experience of my life, and I was already desperate for more. She kissed me on the cheek and replied, “You better want some more. You owe me.”

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