Wife’s best friend meets bull
Sitting with my wife and her best friend, who I’ll call H, watching football yesterday. My wife is sitting next to me texting periodically. I go into the kitchen and hear them whispering. H asked my wife, “Are you texting Nick?” I couldn’t hear anything else for the next bit of the conversation.
I got my drink together and tried to be quiet so I could hear what was being said. I’m pretty sure they figured that out because they stopped talking. I walked back into the living room and they were acting like nothing happened and my wife was texting again.
My phone dinged the specific ringtone I have for her and I checked it. It read, “Nick is coming over.” I texted her back, “Now?!” H looked over as my wife’s phone dinged. We were obviously texting one another. “H knows everything, it’s really not a big deal.” “Her meeting Nick isn’t a big deal to you? Seems like a pretty fucking big deal to me.” My wife glanced over at me and then typed, “She’s my best friend. She doesn’t judge us. She knows everything and won’t care. Plus, I want to see Nick.”
“See” means she wants her brains fucked out. Just for the record, H is crazy as fuck. In college she straight up fucked everyone it felt like. Very sexually open and confident. My wife has said many times how she envied H’s confidence.
About twenty minutes and a huge amount of angst later Nick knocked on the door. My wife answered it and gave him a huge hug. She brought him in and introduced him to H, who was immediately under his spell. Her whole demeanor and voice changed as she attempted to flirt with my wife’s Adonis. He came in and I said hey to him. My wife asked if he wanted a drink and retrieved it for him. He stood in the living room watching the football game and asking questions about how it was going. I tried to act pissed the Panthers were losing although the only thing on my mind was how H was taking all of this in.
He talked with H as he sat on the couch on the other side of my wife. Asked her what she did for work, flirted openly with her, and did the whole, “How are you single?” thing. Of course she laughed way too hard at that since she was in full flirt mode. Nick put his arm around my wife and started complimenting her dress. He then pulled his arm back around and put it on her thigh. He ran it up her thigh a little, exposing almost up to her pussy. They giggled to each other a little and then stood up. They started walking toward the bedroom and said a quiet, “We’ll be right back..” as she walked past H.
H sat there with her eyes huge holding her beer. She looked over at me and said, “Just like that?” I hoped she’d keep acting naive and said, “What’s that?” She said, “That’s how casually it happens, huh?” I sat there for a second and then said, “I guess so.” She turned her attention to the game and I guess didn’t know what else to say.
About a minute or two later we start hearing muffled moans from my wife and the incredibly loud bed we have squeaking. H says, “I’m sorry, but we can’t act like that’s not happening.” She laughed a pretty nervous laugh and looked at me looking for an answer. I said, “I know you know about their arrangement. I guess it’s still new to you though.” She looked a little confused and said, “It’s a little different reading about it or hearing about it instead of watching (or listening) to it happen.”
Then the big question that is always asked: “How can you sit there as a man and have some other guy fuck your wife like that?” I gave her the same generic answer I always give now, “I wish I could tell you why I like it.” We then started talking about all of the circumstances. She asked me how many times I’d had an orgasm this year. I told her three and she almost died. She almost yelled, “THREE?!?! Holy fuck!! I couldn’t live without three a week!!”
H stared at me, definitely in disbelief, and said, “I just don’t get it… I get her wanting that (motioned with her thumb toward the bedroom) but I do not get that (pointing toward my cage).” I shrugged my shoulders. We sat there and listened to the football game peppered with my wife moaning and the bed squeaking more quickly. She said, “Fuck. How do you not get turned on listening to them? I’m dying over here.” I just said, “I do.” I was honestly trying to embrace my embarrassment but it was really difficult.
Finally, the squeaking stopped. We could hear my wife panting heavily. Nick laughed his deep laugh. A few seconds later I hear “Cuck! Come down here for a minute.” It hit me hard in the angst when he called me cuck in front of H. I felt like such a bitch at that point. While I walked down the hallway I wondering why it took that to get me to feel like a bitch.
When I got down there my wife was on her back with cum all around her pussy. A little leaking out but mostly around her pussy. Nick put on his basketball shorts, leaving his boxers off) and didn’t even put on a shirt before walking out to “get some water.” As I get down between my wife’s thighs I hear him start talking to H. My wife is still panting and groans as I start to lick her. She says, “Was it weird sitting out there with her?” “Yes, very.” “I bet you liked it though, didn’t you?” “I honestly don’t know,” and that was the truth. I licked her clean and stood back up. I had a nice drip spot on my khakis from leaking out of my cage. My wife slid her dress over her head and “freshened up” a little bit in the bathroom before we walked back out there.
When we were walking out Nick and H were talking. He was mid sentence when he saw us coming. First thing I heard him say was, “It happens more than you’d think. I’ve done this for several couples and have friends that do it for other white couples.” She just sat there, enamored by it all, and said, “Wow. I had no idea.” He continued as I walked past him, “This way, we all get to fulfill our true nature. Works out best for everyone.” He glanced over at me, “He’s a great husband. He is a provider. He provides in every way except for taking care of that pussy. That’s why he provides her with me. Haha.”
My wife was sitting back in between us now, face still beat red, and she and H both laughed at this with him. He put his arm around my wife again and said, “And she… she’s an amazing wife to fulfill his fantasy. And she is a baaaaad bitch, too.” Again, there was laughter and my wife playfully slapped his chest. The conversation seemed to go on forever since this is the first time H and Nick has met and she had a million questions. “What if you fall in love?” “Why don’t you let him cum?” “How many times have you done this?” “Are you doing it for more couples now?”
I just sat there watching the game and my wife put her hand on my leg. She winked at me and we talked a little about what we should do for dinner and if they were both staying. We had decided to cook spaghetti. She asked both Nick and H if that was ok and if they wanted to hang around. They both said it sounded great. My wife looked at me and said, “Spaghetti it is.” It was early for dinner so I didn’t think she meant yet. She then sat there and looked at me and then changed her tone and while holding Nick’s hand hanging around her neck said, “Uh.. now.”
I got up and walked into the kitchen to cook everyone dinner. As I walked into the kitchen I heard H laugh under her breath and say quietly, “Woooow…” The three of them talked away for the next thirty minutes while I worked on dinner. I glanced down and saw the precum stain on my crotch had grown even more.
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