[FMF] Sharing a friend with my husband

This is a continuation to my earlier posts about manipulating a friend to fuck my husband.

I will cut some details as I received feedback in the last post that my posts are too verbose for your taste. In short, all four of us met for dinner after discussing with Sam that he was onboard to share his wife with my husband. Peter’s face had a glow I haven’t seen in years. Lucky mother fucker. The thought of having Aditi before my husband crossed my mind. But, she didn’t show any signs of bisexuality. Also, I was worried that she might go cold turkey. So, me, my husband Peter and Aditi met on a Saturday evening at my home for drinks. There was only one way the night was going to end. My husband would fuck Aditi and I would watch.

Peter shook his head. “I don’t believe it. I can tell by looking at you. You’re not a bad girl, you’re too goody-goody.”

“Uh oh, Aditi, I think he’s challenging you,” I said, laughing.

Aditi smiled at me, a knowing twinkle in her eye. She took another sip of her wine, then put the glass down. She looked back at Peter, a sly smile on her face.

Peter stared at Aditi, unable to take his eyes from the incredibly sexy woman sitting in front of him. With her pretty, youngish looks, brunette hair and black eyes, and bubbly personality, Aditi came across as the sweet girl-next-door. Peter finished his beer, took off his shirt and walked towards Aditi.

Aditi looked alarmed as Peter approached. Seeing this, I quickly stood and intercepted him. “Slow down cowboy, you belong to me, I haven’t decided if I’m going to give Aditi a turn.” I sat Peter down on the opposite sofa and nuzzled next to him. I whispered into Peter’s ear, “Slow down, or you’ll scare her off.”

I took off Peter’s shirt, revealing his muscular chest. I kissed Peter and he eagerly responded, and soon we were heavily petting each other. I made sure not to block Aditi’s view of Peter’s crotch, which by now had formed a huge tent in his pants.

Peter pushed me onto my back, and pushed up my skirt. He spread my legs and moved his mouth to my pantyless pussy. “Oh gaaaawd,” I groaned as Peter’s tongue touched my clit. “Oh god, Aditi, he’s sooooo good at this.”

As Peter ate me out, I focused on Aditi. Her eyes had an intent, aroused look to them as she watched me with my husband. She rubbed her thighs back and forth. I suddenly grabbed Peter’s hair and urgently pulled his face against my pussy. “Oh god,” I moaned as my body convulsed into a long orgasm. Peter looked over at Aditi, standing up and wiping my pussy juices from his mouth. He walked over to Aditi. This time she didn’t pull away, but instead locked her eyes on the huge bulge in Peter’s pants.

“Take off his pants,” I urged her. “You won’t believe how big and hard he is.”

Aditi’s hands were quivering as she reached towards Peter’s pants. She unbuckled his belt, and then undid the snap. “Hold on, hold on,” Peter said. “Rub me first.”

Aditi looked at me, and I smiled and nodded encouragingly. Then Aditi cupped Peter’s crotch. Her small hand covered just a portion of the huge bulge. She slowly rubbed him through his pants, following the outline of his shaft.

Peter reached down and cupped Aditi’s breast over her blouse. Aditi was so intent on Peter’s crotch she didn’t seem to notice.

Aditi tried to unzip Peter’s pants, but she couldn’t get over the huge hump formed by his erection.

“That’s okay, I’ll do it for you,” Peter said. “But I want to do something first.” He reached behind Aditi and expertly unzipped her blouse, pulling it off her arms and tossing it onto the floor. Then he pushed Aditi onto her back. He hooked a finger in the thin material connecting the cups of her strapless bra, and pulled down, exposing her breasts. “I’ve wanted to see these beauties all night long,” he said excitedly, his eyes feasting on the her C-cup shapely breasts. He cupped both breasts and rubbed the hard upturned nipples.

“God, you have a nice touch,” Aditi moaned appreciatively as Peter expertly rubbed her nipples. He lowered his face and took one of her nipples between his lips. “Oh gawd, that feels so good!” Aditi cried as she arched her back to meet his face.

I came over and sat next to Aditi. “Here, let me help you with this,” I said, reaching behind Aditi’s back and unsnapping her bra. I pulled the bra off and tossed it onto the floor next to Aditi’s blouse.

My hands went to Aditi’s skirt. “Honey, raise up so I can do this.” Her eyes closed, all of my attention focused on what Peter was doing to her breasts, Aditi did as I asked and raised her hips. I quickly unzipped Aditi’s skirt and tugged at the waistband. Peter smoothly pulled the mini-skirt down Aditi’s legs. In a moment it was lying on the floor next to Aditi’s blouse and bra.

I gaped at what Aditi wore. On her legs were thigh high stockings. Peter got on his knees and placed his hands on Aditi’s inner thighs. He gently pushed her legs apart, but she resisted. Despite her obvious arousal, an uncertain look appeared on her face. Seeing this, I intervened. “Trust me, he’s really good.” Aditi last resistance melted away, and she let Peter open her legs. “That’s it, honey, you’re going to love this.”

Peter lowered his face to Aditi’s pussy. He tugged the thin material of her panties aside, and smiled admiringly at the sight. Aditi’s pussy was smooth and tight, with lips that were thin and just a shade darker than the surrounding skin. I was a little surprised she wasn’t hairless. Peter was going to enjoy screwing this girl. Fuck, she was good looking!.

I watched Peter’s head disappear between Aditi’s thighs. A moment later I heard Aditi moan, and I knew Peter’s tongue had found her clit. Peter pushed her legs farther apart, giving him complete access to her pussy. He reached up and fondled her tits as he ate her. Her moans were continuous and pleading and her body twisted and writhed with each flick of Peter’s tongue. Suddenly, Aditi dug her heels into the sofa. “Ohhhh gawwwwwd,” she moaned as her body arched and convulsed in an overwhelming orgasm.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god” Aditi gasped as her orgasm peaked, then slowly receded. Peter got up and wiped his mouth on Aditi’s blouse. I expected Peter to enter her, but instead he moved up Aditi’s body and kissed her. Aditi immediately returned Peter’s kisses, as his hands fondled her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair and over his sculpted body, as she wrapped one of her stocking-clad legs around his muscular thigh to pull him closer against her eager body.

After a few minutes, Peter pulled away, gasping for air. “Shit, Aditi, you can really kiss!” he said admiringly.

“You can too!” Aditi gasped, her heart pounding. She had cum only moments ago, but already Peter had aroused her again. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve been kissed like that.”

I, sipping a glass of wine and enjoyed the action from a sofa across the room.

Peter stood up and reached for his zipper. Aditi smiled at me, as she pulled down Peter’s pants, her eyes focused on his crotch. “Oh my,” she said awestruck, her eyes growing wide. Peter’s cock was long and thick. As if mesmerized, she wrapped her hands around it. She scooted to the edge of the sofa, and tentatively kissed the head, and then the shaft. Encouraged by Peter’s moans, she raised his cock so it pointed upwards, then licked the sensitive underside of the long shaft, once again causing Peter to moan.

Aditi was sitting with her ass on the edge of the sofa. Peter was standing between her parted legs. Aditi was completed naked, except for her black thigh high stockings and black high heels. She was holding his shaft with both hands. Her wedding ring sparkled in the overhead lights as her hands moved back and forth, stroking him. She seemed mesmerized by his huge cock. She parted her lips wide, and took him into her mouth. Michael had never witnessed a more erotic sight.

“Yeah, it’s been a long time since I’ve had something this big and hard,” Aditi cooed. Her beautiful eyes looked into Peter’s. “So big” — Aditi teasingly ran her manicured nails over Peter’s well defined chest — “and so hard.”

Aditi’s attention was focused on swallowing Peter’s cock, but he was so thick she could take only a few inches into her mouth. She still held most of his shaft in her hands. She slid him out of her mouth, and then swirled her tongue around his cockhead. Peter moaned appreciatively. Looking into Peter’s eyes, Aditi swallowed him, and again pulled him out, but this time a thread of his pre-cum trail from his cockhead hung to her lips. She let the pre-cum thread hang for a few seconds, then expertly scooped it up with her tongue and swallowed it.

Peter moaned at the performance. “Fuck, you’re a bad girl!”

Aditi smiled, and Peter rubbed his cockhead along her cheek, leaving a glistening coat of his pre-cum.

I knew Peter liked the feel of his cock on Aditi’s pretty face. He grabbed the back of her head and rubbed his cock over her other cheek, her nose and closed eyes. “Are you going to let me cum on your pretty face?” he asked eagerly.

Aditi smiled, her eyes still closed. “Sure, if that’s what you want,” she answered.

Abruptly Peter pulled his cock from Aditi’s hands, and picked her up like she was a bundle of feathers. “I’m taking her upstairs,” he said to me. “Can we use the guest room?”

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

I burned to see her fucked by Peter. He had never wanted anything more in his life.

Aditi was on her back on the bed. She still wore the black thigh highs and heels. Peter was between her legs, which were bent at the knees, and spread wide to accommodate Peter’s large muscular body. She writhed as Peter sucked her nipples.

Aditi reached between their bodies and took hold of his cock. She rubbed his cockhead between her pussy lips. “Do you have a condom?” she asked him. She groaned with frustration when he shook his head. “Jess, do you?”

I shook my head. “You know I like skin on skin.”

Aditi frowned at me. She looked back at Peter, who shrugged apologetically. “I do too,” he said.

“Okay,” she said. “You can fuck me without a condom, but you can’t cum in me, okay?” She took Peter’s face in her hands to emphasize her point. “I’m not kidding, you can’t cum inside me.”

Peter grinned, once again admiring Aditi’s innocent, pretty face. “That’s okay with me. You said I could cum on your face, right?”

Aditi giggled. “Well, maybe if you’re a good boy,” she teased.

“Oh, I’m very good,” he said as he leaned in and kissed her. As they French kissed, Aditi again reached between their bodies and took hold of Peter’s cock. She guided him towards her pussy. “Just go slow,” Aditi breathed between kisses. “You’re bigger than I’m used to.”

“Oh god!” Aditi groaned through clenched teeth as Peter penetrated her pussy with his cockhead. Her hands clutched the sheets. “You’re so big!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” Peter assured her as he pushed his cock into her.

“Fuck, your pussy’s tight!” he exclaimed. “You feel like a virgin!”

“I haven’t had something so big,” Aditi grunted as Peter pushed more of his cock inside her. “Oh gaaaawd,” she cried as more of his thick cock disappeared inside her. Her hands were shaking uncontrollable at her sides.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” she said immediately. “It feels good!”

“Are you sure? I’m only halfway in.”

Her eyes clenched shut, her cheeks flushed, her nostrils flaring. “Oh god, yes, I want more, I want all of it,” he heard Aditi say, begging Peter to go deeper.

“God, oh god, oh god,” I heard Aditi moan as, inch by inch, Peter’s cock disappeared inside her.

“There!” Peter said triumphantly. “It’s all in you now, all 9 inches!” He began to slowly rock back and forth.

“Oh god yes!” Aditi moaned. “Oh fuck me, fuck me!”

Peter’s pace quickened. “You want it hard, is that it?”

“Yes, yes!” Aditi begged. “Give it to me! Fuck me hard!”

Peter lifted Aditi’s stocking-clad legs over his shoulders, smashing her legs against her tits, and began to really pound her. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she cried, her hands gripping the sheets as if holding on for dear life. Then her body tensed and she came. “Ahh ahh ahh,” she moaned, simultaneously wrapping her arms around Peter’s neck and bringing his lips to hers. Her manicured nails dug violently into Peter’s muscular shoulders, her orgasm peaking with Peter’s tongue swirling in her mouth.

Peter’s pace slowed, but didn’t stop, the gentle rocking helping Aditi extend the pleasure of her orgasm. He released Aditi’s legs from his shoulders, and they fell back to the bed, bent at the knee, her heels flat on the bed. During this time, as Aditi’s orgasm peaked and gradually faded, Peter kept his lips locked on Aditi’s, gently kissing her and exploring her mouth with his tongue. Gradually he quickened his pace, but their fucking was not as frantic as before. Peter rotated his hips, searching for Aditi’s g-spot. He knew he had found it when she moaned and grimaced from the painful pleasure, and then he focused his cock on that magical spot inside her, making sure to rub it with each stroke. At the same time, Peter leaned into Aditi so as to rub the shaft of his cock against her clitoris, back and forth, over and over.

“Oh god, what are you doing to me?” she said. “Oh my god, oh god, oh god,” she moaned. Peter brought his mouth to hers and she willing accepted his kiss and his tongue, returning his kisses, twirling her tongue with his.

I watched Peter bring Aditi to the brink of another orgasm that seemed to shoot through her entire body.

“I’ve never felt anything like that,” Aditi gasped between breaths. She finally caught her breath. “Here, roll over,” she said to Peter, knowing he hadn’t cum yet. On top, Aditi moved on his shaft, riding him up and down, over and over. Peter reached up and rubbed Aditi’s nipples. She pushed his arms away and pressed them to the bed, above his head. Then, as she continued to squeeze his cock with her pussy, she ran her nails down Peter’s muscular arms and sculptured chest.

“Oh yeah baby, that feels great!” Peter moaned, both at the feeling of his cock in Aditi’s tight pussy, and of her nails running down his body. Aditi leaned over and kissed Peter, then worked down from his mouth to his neck, then up to his ear. As this was their first time together, she paid close attention to Peter’s reactions, sucking and licking when his body reacted, moving on when it didn’t. She licked around his ear, then flicked her tongue into his ear. “Ugh fuck!” Peter groaned immediately, his back arching so violently he almost tossed her off him.

Aditi smiled. “You liked that?” she asked mischievously, kissing him again, and continuing to move up and down on his thick shaft.

“Oh god baby you’re good!” he said appreciatively, wrapping his arms around her neck and returning her kisses. They stayed like that for what seemed like minutes. Seeing Aditi work so hard to please Peter made me heartsick with jealousy, but it aroused me too. It was incredibly erotic to watch Aditi straddling Peter, impaled on his long thick cock, her beautiful stockinged legs tensing as she fucked him. Once again, seeing her intimately kissing him, sometimes passionately, other times tenderly and even lovingly, was worst than watching them fuck, but it also turned me on in a masochistic sort of way.

“Oh god, I’m close to cumming,” Peter warned. Aditi immediately got off Peter. They changed positions, with Aditi on her back, and Peter straddling her chest. Peter pointed his cock at Aditi’s pretty face, rapidly stroking himself. She looked at him expectantly, her hands caressing his muscular thighs.

Peter looked into Aditi’s black eyes, and he had the overwhelming desire to cover her pretty innocent face with his gooey spunk. Then he felt her reach under him and scratch her manicured nails under his balls. “OHHH FUCK!” he growled, and then he came. Waves after waves of Peter’s thick cum shot from his cock and landed on her cheeks, her mouth and chin, over her eyes, and in her brunette hair.

When he was done, Aditi’s face was coated with his cum. She held her hands to the side in a helpless gesture, and started to giggle. “Oh god, that’s a lot,” she said marveling at the amount of Peter’s cum. Her words formed a bubble of Peter’s cum covering her mouth.

“Sorry about that,” Peter said grinning.

“Here,” I said helpfully, handing Aditi a towel. Aditi wiped her face.

It was the first of many encounters with Aditi. We had threesomes with my husband and sometimes with other men. She fucked other men on her own too. She turned into a hotwife, just like me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9eue6q/fmf_sharing_a_friend_with_my_husband