[M]y Wife’s Best [F]riend [Long]

Skip to the line if you’re boring and don’t care about backstory.

I’ve been married for 5 years. We have one kid, she’s under 1 year old. At our wedding her best friend was obviously our Maid of Honor, and as far as looks go? She was 2nd only to my wife (obviously) that day.

She reminds me of Taylor Swift. We’ve always been friendly and comfortable with each other, but nothing further than passing conversation with each other. We don’t hangout without my wife around basically (she’s not my friend after all). This story takes place a couple months ago when we visited her for the weekend.

We arrived Friday night. I suppose I should give a description of her? Well like I said, she reminds me of Taylor Swift. She’s Tall. Taller than me, but that doesn’t bother me at all. She’s blonde with very long hair, a big turn on for me. For photo reference think 2017-2020 Taylor Swift. Top tier legs, T H I C C thighs, full ass, 34C tits (I was lucky enough to see some of her bras), and obviously very confident in herself with an attitude to match. My wife knows I have a thing for TSwift, so it’s not a stretch to think she knows I think her friend is gorgeous too. She’s not the jealous type either if you know what I mean.

The door opened and we saw her in her normal drab; sweatpants and a sweater, with her hair in a white girl bun. Not gonna lie, looks low effort to some but I love this look.

It was late so I more or less went straight to put our kid to bed after the pleasantries at the door. She was getting angry-tired and I wanted to give them time to catch up with each other. Luckily she went down easy.

I left our room for the night and could hear them talking. The usual girl talk. Taylor was complaining about her dating life, shitting on Tinder, complaining about ghosting her, and dudes intimidated by her height, and complaining about her legs.

I’ve heard this all before. Both from her friend, and from my wife telling me about it after their phone calls (SOs tell each other everything guys), I’ve told my wife I don’t think she has anything to worry about before. She’s obviously beautiful (wife agrees), and for her legs it’s something she’s got to learn to accept herself, because plenty of guys love that shit. But I’ve never thrown my two cents in the ring in front of her. So I don’t know what made me decide now was the time, but my mouth just started running,

“C’mon, any self respecting man won’t give a shit how tall you are, you’re an attractive woman and as far as legs go you should know there’s plenty of men out there who love that shit.”

The last comment referring to my wife who’s also pretty thicc albeit shorter. But as I was saying it I realized maybe this was too much, but just kept talking. My wife agrees with me, but her friend seemed taken aback by my comment. I’m normally pretty reserved so it must’ve surprised her, not that she mind. She was just surprised, and my comment seemed to ease the conversation as we switched to other topics. Nothing else really happened that night, though she did seem more talkative than usual. My wife went to bed early, and her friend and I spoke a bit while watching shitty Netflix shows.

In the morning my wife and I were up first to feed the baby. By the time breakfast was ready her friend was up and came out. And my god, what a look. Messy hair in a bun, short black shorts showing off those full legs or hers and a very slight hint of cheek. Lastly a deep cut white T that her rock hard nipples were poking through. Our daughter got excited to see her which made my wife’s friend walk over to the high chair to talk to her. I didn’t want to be rude and stair but when she went around the back and leaned over the high chair to talk to her her shirt came down enough for me to see her tits. They were beautiful, perky, light areola with those hard nipples sticking straight out. I must’ve looked for too long because we locked eyes and she raised an eyebrow at me. Ashamed, I averted my gaze and went to help my baby eat their breakfast (baby led weaning is messing…)

My wife was making breakfast for the three of us in the kitchen so she didn’t see anything, not that she would mind. It was what her friend would think that was on my mind. It was a momentary lapse in judgement, I do respect her afterall. I wasn’t sure how to react so I thought it best if I just pretended it didn’t happen. That was until my wife’s best friend announced to my wife that she was going to go get ready for the day. As she made her back through the dining room, she made eye contact with me again, her eyes were like daggers but she also seemed to have had a slight smirk on her face.

She then leaned down to my daughter to speak to her. I had a slight view again, but less than before.

I still wasn’t sure what to think. Maybe she’s just Canadian and was being polite?

I’ll skip to the end of the day because nothing happened, literally, unless you like lord of the rings style exposition about the architecture of the city and landscapes.

I put our daughter to bed again to give them time to themselves. This time they left to go out and get late night snacks so I was left alone in her friends house. Blood still hadn’t fully returned to my head I think because lots of thoughts raced through my mind as I had her place to myself. Ultimately I decided not to do anything though. Sorry guys… I could lie and say I raised her closet but that’s just too far for me.

They returned in a good mood, literally giggling through the door. Call McDonalds overrated but it sure can boost white girl morale when they inevitably get hangry.

The rest of the night was a repeat of last night but my heart was racing for when my wife went to bed, because she always goes to bed early. Finally she started to get ready for bed. I met her at the bathroom for a kiss and to say goodnight and as she started to turn around to head to the bedroom a slight smirk formed at the corner of her lip and she said,

“Don’t stay up too late”.

With that, she walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.

I headed out back to the living room where she was and sat down on the other side of the couch from her. We were watching, yet again, some shitty Netflix reality TV series. Like I said earlier, she’s confident, and has an attitude to match. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when after a minute of silence she bluntly asks,

“So are we gonna talk about you staring at my boobs earlier today?”

I was immediately flustered and didn’t know what to say,

“I… Uh.. I’m uh, sorry, I didn’t mean any disrespect”

“Yeah, sure, of course not. You just meant to stare at my breasts, but respectfully of course.”, She rebutted.

“Like I said, I’m sorry, they were right in front of me. It caught my eye, and I looked away”

She was quick to respond, “So basically you just couldn’t help yourself, is that what you’re saying?”

“You’re very attractive, I’m sorry if -“, she stood up in front of me, and put her foot in the space between my legs and leaned down to look at me.

“You said plenty of men love bigger legs, why?”, She demanded.

I thought I knew where this was going, so I tried to take control of the conversation, “Are you asking me why I like women thicc?”

“I’m asking why you like *my* legs”, I was on the spot again, and she maintained control.

I froze. My cock twinged in my sweatpants. It would be difficult to hide this.

She must’ve noticed, because she moved her foot into my crotch and continued, “Stop pretending. Why do you like *my* legs”.

“You caught my off guard, let me compose myself”.

I don’t think she liked that comment. She started to rub her foot on my cock. It was a little rough, but she was doing it on purpose. I was going crazy.

“Okay! Okay!”, I said, and she stopped, “I like women with curves… your hips and ass are clearly defined from your waist, and your legs are a mile fucking long. Your thighs are thick as fuck instead of toothpick thin.”

The friction from her foot on my crotch had me rock fucking solid.

“So you weren’t just saying that”, she said in an accusatory tone as she leaned in closer to me and narrowed her eyes. And as she did her sweater was falling forward again. Given her foot was still on my cock I thought it’d be kosher to look again. She was wearing a bra under her sweater this cheeky bitch.

I looked up to see her staring back at me intently.

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“Take your fucking cock out.”

“Excuse me?”

“Taking your fucking cock out. Now.”

I pulled back the waistband of my pants and pulled them down, followed by my boxers. She stared at it.

“So how attractive do you find me? Scale of one to ten and don’t you fucking dare lie”, she demanded.

I answered truthfully, “Normally a 9, of a strong 8 on a bad day. But you’re a fucking 10 right now”, she seemed to like the answer, because she slowly wrapped a hand around my cock and started slowly stroking. I leaned my head back and gave a groan from the sweet relief of contact.

Still stroking slowly she sat down on my right, “I’m going to ask a couple questions. Answer them truthfully.”

“I’ll do anything you ask right now”, I was in heaven. I had fantasized about this before but never dreamed it could actually happen. She always seemed prudish to me, guess you should never judge a book by its cover.

“Have you fantasized about me?”, shit, she’s cutting straight the point.

I decided it was best to follow her direction, “Yes I have”, I responded.

She thought for a second before deciding on her follow-up question, “What have you done when fantasizing about me?”

I already admitted to it so I thought this was easy, “I masturbated to the thought of you. You make me cum do easily.”

“Stop grovelly.”, She demanded and tightened her grip.

“I’m sorry”, she loosened her grip and followed up.

“Have you thought about me fucking your wife?”

Oooh boy. I took a breath, “Yes… I have.”

“Fucking pathetic,” she said, but a small lip curl in the corner of her mouth betrayed her actual thoughts. She started jerking me off a little faster.

“Did you do anything when we were gone early?”

“No… of course… not”, I said between breaths as she stroked my cock.

She narrowed her eyes, “I don’t believe you. Staring at my tits twice in one day? Thinking of your wife’s best friend as you fuck your wife? And I’m supposed to believe you didn’t rummage through my underwear drawer?”

“I thought about it but I didn’t, I swear”, I was worried what she was going to do. I was enjoying the current situation.

She seemed to accept that answer. She took her hand off my cock and instructed me to take over. As I did as she instructed, she stood up and started undressing. My mind was going wild. Her tits were beautiful, her full legs everything I imagined, and her pussy had a small strip of pubes above it but otherwise was fully shaven.

As she came back to me my mouth was nearly agape and I tried to grab a handful of her tits. She immediately pushed me down aggressively,

“What the fuck are you doing? Did I say you can touch me yet? And why are you jacking yourself off?”

A lapse in judgement. And it seemed like I would be getting in trouble for it. She pushed on my chest and forced my to lay down and immediately sat on my face…. Okay, not the punishment I was expecting. I’m going to enjoy this.

I immediately opened my mouth and brought my tongue out. She tasted *exceptional*. My tongue started searching and eventually found what it was looking for. Once I found her clit I brought my lips towards its general direction and started alternating between sucking it, and licking it.

She was clearly enjoying it as her moans were getting louder but that didn’t stop her from showing me she was still in control. She put more of her weight on me, and grabbed a fistful of my hair while tightening her thighs around my face a little. I was loving this, and I could tell she was too, even if she was trying to maintain control.

I started feeling her legs quiver more on the side of my face, and she started cumming, her moans increasing as she brought a hand to her mouth to keep herself quiet.

She loosened her grip around my head and got off my face. As I tried to get up she turned around and sat right back on my face, this time in the 69 position.

Finally. I thought to myself.

I went back to work, this time I leaned my head back to try and get my hands to her pussy and stick a finger up her hole. She had started jerking me off slowly again, it felt even better this time though because she had spit on my cock to lube it up. She didn’t seem as into when I was fingering her so I needed a new gameplan. And it came to mind quick because I was staring right at it. I took my finger out of her pussy and started searching for her clit again. She moaned in approval. That’s when I threw my curveball. Her ass looked clean, and she smelled fucking amazing. So I thought “when in rome’ and dove in.

I heard an animalistic moan come from the other side of the magnificent ass in front of me as she instinctively leaned forward in surprise and then threw her ass back in my face. As quickly as I started running her again I felt the amazing warm sensation of her mouth on my cock. And she wasn’t messing around. If I didn’t know any better I think she wanted to make me cum before I could get her to cum again. I felt her nose on my balls, she had already taken me into her throat. I need to speed this up because I am *not* lasting long.

We were racing to the finishing line and I felt myself close. I came out for breath and said, “I’m gonna c-” she forced her ass back on my face. Holy shit I’m going to cum in her mouth. In my daze I wasn’t able to starting rimming again in time and started shooting load after load into her mouth. We’re it not for those glorious cheeks on either side of my face I would have woken the other two residents of the house. I swear I almost blacked out it was one of the best orgasms of my life, my while body convulsed as load after load kept pumping out. Eventually she slowly let my cock out of her mouth. Holding it in one hand I could feel her licking and sucking up and down polishing it off.

She stood up and started grabbing her clothes. My mind was blank and all I could get out was, “Holy shit that might have been the best orgasm I’ve ever had”, I admitted to her.

She was walking to her room. Fully naked, and slightly turned around. I could see some of my cum slightly dripping down her lips to her chin. She took a finger and slowly cleaned it off and stuck her finger in her mouth, “Dont expect any more from me”, she turned back around and closed the door behind her.

In my daze I got my clothes on and went to bed. When I got in bed my wife said, “Christ she said she was going to be quiet, I better not bet tired in the morning”.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ujvsnc/my_wifes_best_friend_long