Your Friend Fucks Your Wife

It began with a conversation over beers. You confessed to your friend that it seemed like your wife wasn’t satisfied with your sex life.

“I’m not surprised, dude,” he said.

“What?” you said. “What does that mean?”

He swallowed the last of his beer, dropped the glass on the table, and gave you a surprisingly serious look before saying, “You’re not the kind of guy that can truly satisfy a woman. You can love her and support her, but you’re never going to be able to fuck her like she wants. She won’t divorce you because you’re too good to her, but she won’t be happy with your sex life and she’ll almost certainly cheat on you at some point.”

Anger was the first emotion you experienced, but it quickly faded because some part of you knew he was right. He watched the emotions cross your face and smiled.

“See, you know I’m right,” he said smugly. Then he dropped the line that would change your life. “I could fuck your wife the way she needs to be fucked.”

It surprised you to the point that you spit your beer back into the glass to avoid spewing it out your nose.

“Are you kidding?” you asked incredulously.

“No, man. I think we both know she needs someone that’s more of a man than you’ll ever be,” he answered before heading to the bar for another round.

Later that night, after another round of uninspired lovemaking, you watched as your wife stared at the ceiling with a look of mild disappointment in her eyes. A wave of panic came over you. Was he right? Would she end up cheating on you? The idea of her fucking someone behind your back was so painful. What if it could be done differently?

“Do you want to fuck Kyle?” you said, referring to your rather confident friend.

Your wife’s eyes went wide as the impact of your suggestion registered. She was speechless for a few seconds and couldn’t manage much of a response when she finally spoke. “What? Wait, what? I mean, why would you even...”

“He says he could fuck you the way you need to be fucked and that I’ll never be able to give you what you need,” you continued.

A pained look came across your wife’s face. You interpreted it as an affirmation of Kyle’s belief that she needed something you couldn’t offer her. You could have stormed out of the room or started a fight, but you decided to try something different.

You pulled back the covers, revealing your wife’s lithe body and perky tits. You kissed from her neck to her breasts and took her nipple into your mouth to run your tongue over the sensitive flesh. You moved a hand between her legs and gently ran it over her pussy, which was still wet from your lovemaking.

She moaned at the way you played with her pussy and you decided to take a leap.

“Are you thinking about him? Are you thinking about his cock inside you?” you asked as your index finger gently moved back and forth over her clit.

She moaned in response. She wasn’t stopping you. You went a step further.

"Do you think he’d be able to make you cum harder than I do? Do you think he’d fuck you better than I can?” you said as she moved closer to orgasm.

Again she moaned. Again you went further.

“He’s inside you,” you whispered between kisses on her neck. “Kyle’s fucking you with his big cock. He’s fucking you better than I ever have.”

You couldn’t believe what you were saying even as you were saying it. You couldn’t believe you were trying to make your wife cum as she imagined your friend fucking her. It was happening though.

It wasn’t long before you gave her that orgasm. With your fingers and a few dirty words you brought her to a hotter climax than you’d ever given her with your cock.

Afterwards, you said nothing. You weren’t sure what to say. It felt like something momentous had just happened but you didn’t really want to address it. Eventually your wife rolled onto her side, kissed your cheek softly, and said, “Thank you.”

Was she thanking you for the orgasm? Was she thanking you for introducing the idea of Kyle fucking her? Was she thanking you for opening your mind to the notion that someone else could fuck her better? More importantly, why was your cock hard thinking about all of it?

For a week, nothing happened. She didn’t bring it up and you couldn’t find the will to suggest that your wife fuck your friend, so you didn’t mention it either.

You came home from work on Friday expecting to order a pizza, pick a movie on Netflix, and enjoy a night in with your beautiful wife. If things went well, maybe you’d fool around and have sex.

Much to your surprise, Kyle was sitting on your couch with a beer in his hand and your wife next to him when you got home from work.

You tried to sound nonchalant as you asked, “Hey man, what are you doing here?”

Your wife turned to you and smiled. “He dropped by looking for you.”

You found it hard to believe. Kyle knew when you got off work. He could have texted you to confirm even if he didn’t know.

You couldn’t help but think back to a week ago. You thought of how you played with your wife’s pussy and told her to imagine Kyle fucking her. You thought about how he offered to do that very thing, and how he’d seemed to be a little bit aroused when talking about it.

You thought the top your wife was wearing was a little lower cut than usual, that her cleavage looked particularly good, and that her nipples were clearly hard.

All of these thoughts passed through your mind over the span of a few seconds before you excused yourself to grab a beer. Just as you were leaving the living room you saw Kyle reach out and take your wife’s hand in his. His eyes met yours.

You couldn’t think straight as you opened the refrigerator. Was your wife in the living room holding hands with Kyle? Had they been doing something before you got home? Did she think you were getting home late tonight, which would have given her time to fool around with him?

Finally, you grabbed a beer and returned to the living room. Kyle and your wife were still sitting on the couch together and they were still close, though they weren’t holding hands. She was leaning towards him though, and her shirt was definitely lower cut than usual. Her breasts were practically on display.

“So, what were you guys talking about?” you said as you sat down across from them and took a sip of your beer. You tried your best to seem relaxed, but you weren’t sure you were pulling it off.

“Oh, just life stuff, you know,” Kyle said.

The evasiveness of his answer frustrated you to the point of anger. Your suspicion that they were doing something behind your back only grew stronger.

Your wife sipped her wine and looked at you. There was something in her gaze you couldn’t quite place. She looked playful and a little bit lusty.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You dropped any pretense of trying to be cool and calm. Something was going on and you needed to know what.

“Honey,” you said to your wife. “Would you care to tell me what’s going on here?”

Your wife gently placed her glass on the table and smiled. Again you saw that playful look in her eyes. “Why don’t I show you?” she said.

You watched in utter astonishment as your wife unzipped Kyle’s pants and pulled out his cock, which was already semi-erect and unquestionably bigger than yours.

She took him into her mouth with surprising swiftness and sucked his cock like she was a pornstar and you were the guy behind the camera.

At first, surprise was really all you felt. You couldn’t believe your wife had your friend’s cock in her mouth, and that she was giving him an exceptionally hot blowjob.

You thought back to a week ago. You thought about telling her to imagine fucking him. Then you wondered if that’s what she’d been doing?

You looked at Kyle. The grin on his face felt like an answer to the question you were about to ask. “This isn’t the first time she’s done this, is it?” you asked.

“All week, bro,” Kyle said. “She gives good head, too.”

That’s when you felt the anger and jealousy bubble up. You wanted to hit him, but something kept you rooted to your seat. Something drew your eyes back to your wife’s mouth.

The way she sucked his cock was beautiful. It was genuinely beautiful. The way she effortlessly moved up and down on his long, thick erection was arousing, too. Her lips looked so perfect as they opened around his thickness. You could see that she was using her tongue a little, too.

“It’s not just blowjobs, man,” Kyle said. “Your wife’s definitely been sucking my cock, but that’s only because I’ve been fucking her like she needs, like you definitely haven’t been fucking her.”

You looked back at your wife. “Is that true? Have you been fucking him?”

Your wife took Kyle’s cock into her throat before pulling off of it, wiping the saliva away, and looking at you. “Didn’t you tell me to? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“No!” you said. “Of course not!”

Your wife stood and stripped as you watched. She tossed her panties to you. You looked down at them and felt the wet spot.

“Isn’t your cock hard right now?” your wife said as she straddled Kyle.

Your cock was hard. You couldn’t deny that. You were aroused. You didn’t want to be, but you were. Watching her suck Kyle’s cock had turned you on, and she was about to fuck him. She was about to take your friend’s cock into her wet pussy, which she’d apparently been doing all week.

“You can stop me if you want,” she said before slowly sinking down onto his dick.

Kyle’s hands grasped your wife’s ass and squeezed her tight flesh as she dropped onto his cock. She threw her head back and moaned as he filled her. You did nothing.

You watched. Your cock got harder. “Aren’t you going to stop me, baby?” your wife asked as she began to ride Kyle’s cock. “If this isn’t what you want, aren’t you going to stop me from fucking your friend?”

She rode him harder as you watched. You stared at her ass and the sight of his cock disappearing inside her. You couldn’t stop her. Part of you wanted to, and another part of you wanted to masturbate.

“He feels so good inside me, baby. He was right, he can fuck me like you’ve never been able to. He can give me what I need. He’s giving it to me right now.”

Then the moaning started. It was the sound of pure pleasure coming from your wife’s lips. It was her experiencing sexual joy like she’d long craved and had clearly not gotten from you in a long time.

“Why don’t you take out your cock, baby?” your wife said. “Go ahead. I know you want to. Just take it out and stroke for me. Stroke while you watch me ride your friend’s big dick.”

For a moment you resisted. Then it seemed so pointless. She was already fucking him. You weren’t going to stop it. You figured you might as well enjoy it.

You unzipped your pants and pulled out your cock. You started stroking immediately. You watched your wife bounce on your friend’s cock. You listened to her loud, lusty moans. You saw his cock disappear into her pussy. You saw her lips stretch out around him.

“Your friend’s going to make me cum, baby. He’s going to make me cum like he’s been doing all week,” your wife announced.

You thought about them fucking behind your back, about your wife essentially doing what you told her to do. She took the little fantasy you created and made it reality. She fucked your friend. She got what she needed from him.

“Yes!” she cried out. “I’m cumming. He’s making me cum!”

You were thankful you couldn’t see Kyle’s face. You knew smug look of satisfaction would have infuriated you.

Your wife kept riding him. She kept bouncing on his cock even as the orgasm was making her scream in pleasure.

Then Kyle groaned. For the first time it dawned on you that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Was he going to cum inside her?

He groaned louder. She showed no signs of slowing down. She wasn’t going to climb off his cock and let him cum on his stomach. Your wife was going to let another man cum inside her.

She turned her head to you and smiled. She saw the look of consternation mixed with wild lust in your eyes. “It isn’t the first time he’s cum inside me, baby. He’s been doing it all week. You’ve even tasted him,” she said.

That’s when you came. You couldn’t control it. You couldn’t stop it. She’d hit a button that you had no control over. You came hard thinking about her confession. You spilled your seed as you thought about licking his cum out of her.

Kyle climaxed moments later. He grabbed your wife’s ass hard, pulled her down onto his dick, and sprayed his cum into her pussy while yours pooled around the base of your cock.

As you watched them kiss in the aftermath of their sexual encounter, you knew it wasn’t the last time this was going to happen. You knew he’d fuck her again and you’d gladly watch.