My Husband and His Best Friend

When my husband confessed to me that he often fantasized about me sleeping with his best friend Ron, I didn’t tell him that I’d had plenty of those fantasies myself. I wasn’t entirely sure how to react but I told him I’d do it if he wanted to. It was nerve-wracking until the whole thing was finally decided, and then we just went for it. I couldn’t do it exactly as planned, though. I wasn’t content for my husband just to watch, so he joined in, too! I never would have thought of us as swingers but I also never would have thought taking on two men at once would be so damned amazing!

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity and includes rough sex, deepthroat, cuckolding, double team sex, wife share, semen swallowing, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.

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I tried to say to Ron, “Won’t you sit down?” For some reason, though, I couldn’t get the words out. I realized in a moment of clarity that I was terrified of what was about to happen. I wasn’t terrified so that I didn’t want it to happen; it was the kind of terrified that I might feel if I was standing on a high-dive platform and I knew I was going to dive into the pool but there was still this moment of panic. I guess I realized that if we didn’t just get to it, I was likely to back out. I didn’t want to back out. So I stood, and if I was unsteady, neither of the boys seemed to notice.

I walked up to Ron, and I took his hand. Then I simply pulled him along behind me. I didn’t know if I would make it up the stairs, so I headed to the guest bedroom, pushed open the door, and pulled him inside. And then, before I could think about it, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. He was stiff at first, but then his arms came out and he held me tightly as his tongue snaked past my lips. I heard Alex stepping into the room, heard his sharp intake of breath. I started to worry that maybe the sight of me with his best friend was not what he had imagined it would be. But then he said, “Jesus, that’s hot.” I immediately felt those fears wash away.

I kissed Ron for about ten to fifteen seconds before I realized he was gradually pushing me toward the bed. And then I was down on the bed and he was on top of me. His kisses became more urgent, his hands roaming over my body. It was remarkable, wonderful really. There was so many differences between what he did and what my husband might do. It was such a constant awareness that I was with someone other than the man I always slept with, the only man I had slept with for the entirety of my adult life.