Me and my wife’s friend – Part 1 {cheating fetish} {public} {wife’s friend}

It all started when my wife Anya came back from meeting her friend Susan one day. She was looking upset, so I inquired what had happened. Susan was cheated on by her boyfriend, and then he dumbed her for that girl. Susan had been my wife’s best friend since childhood. She genuinely wanted her friend to be happy.

I met Susan for the first time during my wedding. Susan was cute in a very “girl next door” way. She was tall, had curly black hair, very thin, and wore glasses. I was instantly attracted to her, but I fought the urge to keep checking her out during the wedding. When the wedding album came, I was really excited for one reason only. But I was disappointed that there were not more than 3 pictures of her. Since then I have been stalking her on all social media.

I even tried to chat with her once. I pinged her and said she looked cute in her new profile picture. She had said “lol thanks”. I replied to it with “you look hot in black”, to which she did not reply and went offline. I was worried for a week I upset her some way. But I decided not to ping her gain.

Back to the present day, I suggested to my wife that maybe we should hang out with her more often now that she needs some support from her friends emotionally. My wife was happy. She always wanted me to get along with friends. And this was her best friend since childhood.

A few days later, we hung out in a bar one day after office. The break up seemed to have completely meesed her up. It was clear she was not really taing care of herself. It was difficult at first talking to her, especially after that awkward chat exchange, but a few drinks in, we both felt comfortable talking to each other. My wife was happy that everybody is getting along well.

I bit later, Anya excused herself to go to the washroom. When she was out of earshot, I asked Susan with a naughty smile, “Did you wear black today because I said you look hot in black?”

“What?” she was surprised by the question, and then dismissed it with “hahaha… no!”

I was carefully studying her body language. Her cheeks had suddenly become pink, and she was trying to avoid eye contact with me.

“You look great in this dress, you know…” I pushed on.

“No way… I am a mess! The last few weeks have been rough!” she said.

“He is an idiot,” I responded. “That guy who broke up with you.”

“He was a jerk anyway, I dodged a bullet.”

“You know we are here for you, right?” I asked. I extended my hand to touch hers which was on the table. Maybe it lingered on it for too long, she withdrew her hand suddenly. I turned around, and saw that my wife was coming back.

“Well, we should get going,” Anya said as she approached. “It is almost 11. I have an early start tomorrow.”

*****

A couple of days later, one evening while we were Netflixing, Anya told me, “You know, Susan was really happy you joined that day. She was non-stop talking about how great a guy you are, and how lucky I am.”

“Do you want to meet her again this Friday?” I asked. “After office.”

“Sure.”

*****

Friday afternoon, I went directly from the office to the movies. The plan was to meet Anya and Susan there. I was excited that Susan turned up before Anya. We exchnaged hellos and hugged. I noticed that she had dressed up nicely this time around. She seemed to have recovered from her breakup really fast! She was wearly black again – “is this a signal?” I also noticed that she was wearing a shorter black dress than last time.

While we were in the queue for popcorns, Anya called. “Babe, I dont think I can join today. I have some work with end of the week deadline and it would take at least another 2 hours for me to start from here. You guys enjoy the movie. I will join you after the show for dinner.”

I informed Susan about this and Susan seemed worried. But she was as excited as I was to see Northman, so we decided to not waste the tickets we booked.

Our seats were in the back row. The theatre was almost empty. We could only see a couple of people a few rows from us, and a few others very close to teh screen. 20 minutes into the show, we finally understood why it was so empty – the movie was excruciatingly slow and boring! I turned around, saw Susan yawning, and bent to her ear and said, ” You want to continue watching this?”

This time she kept her hand on mine, on the handrest between our seats, and said, “lets stick around for another half an hour and see if it gets interesting.”

“You smell amazing,” I said.

She smiled.

I decided to take a chance, and keep my hand on her thigh. Sitting on the seat, her dress was very very short.

I turned to look at her. She pretended as if she did not notice. She was concentrating on the screen.

“You can take revenge for my behavior, you know,” I said.

She looked puzzled. “How?” she asked.

“Like this,” I said and took her hands and placed it on top of trousers, directly above my dick that was slowly waking up.

She giggled, shy, and withdrew her hands. “Not yet”, she said. “But you are allowed to touch me more if you like.”

This was the permission I needed! I moved my hand slowly up, reaching her panty. I could already feel, rubbing her panties, that she was not shaved. I rubbed her pussy above her panties and could feel that it was getting warm down there.

I looked up at her again. No objection, no resistance. But she seemd to still paying total attention to the movie. I put a finger inside her panties.

She quivered and said, “Shhh! Not here.”

“Then where?” I asked.

“Toilet, after the movie,” she said.

Really? She wants to continue watching this crap?

“We have no time, Anya will join us right after the movie.”

“Then we have to do it right here,” she said. “But we need to be very quiet. There are people within earshot.”

This is really not the way I wanted it to happen! In all my fantasies, I imagined pounding Susan doggystyle on bed. I wanted both of us to be fully naked. I wanted to feel her ass. I wanted so much more. But as she got up from her seat, got on her knees, and unzipped my trousers, I had no complaints! I couldnt believe that Susan is going to take my dick in her mouth!

She hastily puleld down both my trousers and boxers. My dick was not still fully rock hard. She played with it with her fingers for a bit, and then put it in her mouth.

‘Oh wow! Susan is a pro,’ I thought. I was never blowed like this! Her tongue was moving underneath my dick, stroking my frenulum and this was something I never experienced before. I pushed my dick into her mouth further, and she opened her mouth wider. She played with my balls with her hands, very gently squeezing them.

My hands reached down where it lingered over her top for a second, and then slid inside her bra, over her boobs onto her nipples. She had small boobs, but her nipples were big. It was hard, and waiting to be sucked. I twisted her nipple and a shiver went down her body. I squeezed it tightly once, and then let it go.

‘I want them inside my mouth,’ I thought.

“Stop now or I will explode,” I whispered in her ear.

She was so busy enjoying my dick she did not realize that I was about to come.

She got up and sat down on the seat.

I was confused. This is it?

“I know you like my ass,” she said. “I have seen you checking it out.”

“Let me feel them,” I begged.

“Fine, lets go,” she said, drank last of her cola, and dragged me out of the hall by my hand.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“To the toilet. I want you to fuck me doggystyle.”

<TO BE CONTINUED>

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