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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This happened roughly three years ago during the summer of 2016 and was my first 'swinging' experience.
I’d known Liam and Sophie for around 9 years at this point, we met at College (UK) on the same course. I was there when Liam first asked Sophie out, and I was best man at their wedding 5 years later. We have always been very close and the three of us have regularly hung out together for as long as we’ve known each other. One little tradition we have is that we’ll always watch international football tournaments together, whoever isn’t hosting has to bring beer and food over, and potentially cook as well.
During Euro 2016 Liam went away with work and I’d made arrangements to watch England’s last group match with some other mates due to him not being there. Two days before the match I got a WhatsApp from Sophie asking me if I was still going to come over and watch the game, she said it would be nice to have some company while she watched. I’d automatically assumed she either wasn’t going to bother watching it or that she’d be busy doing something else. I agreed to go round, I felt bad for leaving her all alone after she’d thought I was still coming round so cancelled my other plans and stocked up with her favourite beer and some snacks to take round.
If memory serves it was an evening kick off (7pm-ish) and I arrived a couple of hours early so we could have food and get started on the beers before it began. When she opened the door I noticed there was something a bit different about her. I’d very rarely seen her wear any kind of makeup before, but she was definitely wearing some eye makeup here and lip gloss or something similar as well. She was almost always in jeans, but was wearing a grey & white dress with black stockings. I’ve never been attracted to Sophie, and to be brutally honest her face was a 3/10 but her body was a 6/10. She’s tall, slim, around 5’10” with long hazel brown hair, green eyes, and her best feature is her long legs. The dress definitely showed these off, it was close fitting and came around half way up her thighs. I have a thing for legs and stockings too, although who doesn’t? I quickly checked her out and then wondered why she was dressed up.
“You look nice, are we going out or something!?”
“We can do if you like?”
“You never mentioned anything about that, I feel totally underdressed”
“You look fine!”
We got straight in to the kitchen and made dinner. Fajitas! They went down a treat, as they always do in this house, and then we moved in to the living room and got the TV set up for the football. I was sat at one end of the couch and Sophie was at the other, she swung her legs up on to the couch and sort of laid on her side, her legs were over my lap and her feet were on the arm of the couch to the left of me. We opened a beer each and the match started. It was a total snooze fest, I could tell she was bored out of her mind and so was I. We didn’t chat a whole lot after it started, the match seemed to suck the life out of our conversation it was that drab.
Towards the end of the first half she moved her feet off the arm of the couch and in to my lap. I was kind of uncomfortable with this since it felt a bit inappropriate, and because she felt quite nice. I could feel the warmth of her feet and lower legs through my jeans. I took a mouthful of beer and focused my attention on the dull, painful football that England were playing. She started to curl and flex her toes against my thigh, close to my knee. I guess it was like an affectionate thing for her. I looked over and she was watching the football, seemingly unaware of what she was doing with her feet. A couple of minutes pass and she readjusts her feet again. This time they’re extremely close to my crotch, and the toe curling/flexing starts again. This time she’s caressing the inside of my thigh, just centimetres away from my cock. I was getting hard. How can she not know what she’s doing? I thought about getting up and going to the kitchen just to avoid any awkwardness but I let it ride. My cock was fully hard now, and her foot grazed over me. Fuck that felt nice. I felt like a dickhead for not doing anything. I looked back over to her and caught a glimpse up her skirt and I couldn’t help but look. She was not wearing tights. They were thigh high stockings and I could clearly see the tops of her thighs pressed together. She caught me looking. Oh shit, what the hell is going on?
“You know where your feet are right now?” I asked quietly. It was the first thing we’d said to each other for about 10 minutes.
“Mhm.” Was her reply. With a kind of cheeky but shy smile.
“Is it not a bit inappropriate?”
“It’s okay.” She said softly, her foot slowly moving back over my cock. A little more pressure this time.
I had a thousand thoughts swirling around my head. I kept thinking of my best friend hundreds of miles away alone in a hotel somewhere while his wife was at home rubbing his best friends dick with her feet. I felt like the worst friend ever. I picked up her legs and pushed them off my lap and on to the couch.
“Pretty sure Liam would go mental if he knew about this” I mumbled
“No, it’s okay” she softly explained again.
“What do you mean it’s okay?”
“Doesn’t matter” she said, turning back to face the TV.
“Tell me?”
“Nah”
After about 5 minutes of “Tell me?” “No” she finally admitted that Liam enjoys her having sex with other men. Sophie explained that this had been a thing for them since the beginning of their relationship, and that Liam encouraged this kind of behaviour. My main question was “WHY?” but I refrained from asking that since I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to know the answer. I sat and processed this bit of information for a minute. I really thought that these two were my most vanilla friends but here we are with this absolute bomb shell.
“What do you think? Sophie asked implored
“Pretty hot isn’t it?”
“Yyyyyep” she responded
“Why me though?” I asked.
Sophie looked bashful, and had a little smile. I’d always known that she thought I was attractive but I wanted to hear her say it.
“Handsome best friend of my husbands. Bit cliché isn’t it? I’ve fantasised about getting in to bed with you for years, and we talk about it sometimes but we’ve never done anything incase it wrecks our friendship”
Well, that was far more than I bargained for. My heart rate was through the roof at this point, and I was shaking a little bit with adrenaline, but I was still unsure if I actually wanted to have sex with Sophie. She was my best friends wife, and not that attractive. Is this worth the potential awkwardness?
“So are you wearing all this for me?” I asked her, pointing to the dress
“Maybe” she smiled.
“I quite like these.” I confessed, pointing to her stockings and placing my hand on her calf.
“Yeah, I noticed that earlier” a cheeky smile flashed across her face.
This was like my first time with a girl all over again. So much hesitation and nerves, not knowing what the hell I was doing. Can I kiss her? Does she want me to kiss her?
“These aren’t the only things I’ve put on for you though” she disclosed. Pulling at the straps of her dress, she moves them off her shoulder to reveal a black lacy strap underneath.
I moved over to her and lightly slid my finger underneath the lacy strap. I couldn’t see what else was underneath but that turned me on even more. I caressed the skin on her shoulder and moved closer to kiss her. Our lips locked. The adrenaline was seriously flowing through me now and I went back to kiss her again, this time gently slipping my tongue in to her mouth and lightly teasing her tongue. Our kissing grew heavier and heavier until we were panting, our tongues darting in to each others mouths.
Sophie pushed me off her and stood up off the couch, flicking her long brown hair round so that it was all in front of her, and slowly reaching behind her back she slowly unzipped her dress. She shimmied out of it slowly as it fell delicately to the floor to reveal her black lace bra, and then her black lace underwear. I was gob smacked. I had no idea she was this confident. She smiled at me and then walked away, out of the door immediately to my right. I turned round but couldn’t see where she had gone. I heard the creaking of the stairs and leapt up to follow her.
The black underwear she was wearing was a thong, and she had a way better ass than I ever realised. I followed her up the stairs and it was like something straight out of a porn movie, I was completely mesmerised by her body. I just wanted to spank her so fucking badly.
She led me in to the bedroom, and we made out again. She eagerly took off my clothes, eventually removing my underwear. I’m a fairly well endowed man and it seemed to come as a shock to her. After some expletives she stroked me while we kissed, I felt her entire body and grabbed at every inch of her before eventually unhooking her bra. I kissed down her neck, and hungrily took her nipples in to my mouth while she stroked me, her other hand gently ruffling my hair. I pushed her down on to the bed and kissed her, my cock pressed against her thong. I quickly realised just how wet she was and moved back to remove the last remaining bit of lace from her. She was incredibly wet, with a neatly trimmed bush. I put my index finger in between her pussy lips and moved it slowly up. So fucking wet. I went back to her breasts and took one of them in my mouth again while my finger explored her wetness. I could hear her breathing getting more and more shallow.
I couldn’t get over just how wet she was, even her thighs were now wet. I couldn’t resist any more and kissed down her body, over her stomach, over her hips and down the top of her thigh, stopping at her stocking. My hand moved over the top of her stockinged leg, down her calf and then back up the inside, stopping at the top of her stocking where my mouth took over. Licking and gently nibbling her inner thigh before teasing the outside of her lips with my tongue. I gently moved my way over and firmly licked her from her hole, to her clit. She moaned. I continued licking her for a few minutes before I heard her moan
“Fuck me”
“Do we need a condom?” I asked. She shook her head.
I didn’t need a second invite. I moved my mouth away, and could feel her juices actually dripping down my mouth and chin. She giggled. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off before positioning myself between her legs and kissing her. I pressed my cock against her and she moaned once again, I pushed my head in, and then a little more. She took a sharp intake of breath and put her hand on my stomach as if to stop me.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Yeah, but it’s good. Don’t stop, don’t stop.” she pleaded.
I forced the rest of myself inside her, stretching her and teasing out a long deep sigh from Sophie. She felt amazing. So damn wet.
“Fuck” she exclaimed as she looked down at me inside her.
I fucked her slowly, long but purposeful strokes so that she could feel every inch of me. I moved my head down and flicked her nipples with my tongue while my cock filled her soaking wet pussy. Every pump in and out made these gorgeous wet sounds, and I looked down and saw that my cock was absolutely coated in her creamy goodness. I could not believe that we were doing this, it felt so weird. But so fucking good. She was so tight and slick.
I fucked her a little harder now, grabbing at her waist to steady her. Her breathing was getting so heavy, little moans every now and again too. This was way too much for me and I couldn’t hold back any longer, I thrust myself deep inside her and exploded, firing ropes of thick, hot cum inside her body. I held on to her for a minute or so while we kissed before slowly pulling myself out of her and admiring my handiwork oozing out of her. I grabbed a towel and we cuddled for a little bit before hopping in the shower together. We played a little and then got dressed.
The next day I was very worried about how it was going to affect the whole dynamic of our friendship, and I really didn’t know if Liam would say anything when he got back. I didn’t want to talk about it with him. Sophie and I had sex again that week, and then a couple more times over the next 12 months.
Three years later and we haven’t spoken about what happened at all, and it’s great. We’re still good friends and I’m now godfather to their daughter. I have no idea if she sleeps with other men still but it seems to work for them whatever the situation is. |
