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After Or finished intensely in Sharon's mouth, it took a few seconds for the world to come back into focus, as if everything had frozen. I'm holding my dick in my hand after coming, Or is still pressing Sharon's head to his dick, Sharon is sucking with her eyes closed. Slowly, everything came back into focus, Or with a huge smile left Sharon's head, who seemed to have trouble letting go of the new treat. Suddenly, Or's face changed to panic, he quickly picked up the condom and told Sharon to spit in everything since i must think he finish inside the condom – that was one of my condition, Sharon opened her mouth wide to show him that nothing was left, Sharon quickly got up, poured a bit of hand cream into the condom, tied and threw it to Or "now he won't know". Or calmed down a bit and said "by the way, I'm sorry if I used too much force, I got really carried away". Sharon smiled, approached him, gave him a kiss on the mouth, knelt down and kissed his dick, which had already gone down a bit "don't be sorry, it was amazing, I've never come like that before, thank you!"
I couldn't stopped watching them I've been following every move, I cleaned myself from the semen, they probably heard the water turning off because they quickly started getting dressed, when I entered the room, both of them were already dressed, sitting on the bed in silence (embarrassment or feelings of guilt, I have no idea). Or stood up to me, hugged me and apologized but he had to go, I walked him out, at the door he hugged me again and said to me "congratulations, I hope you enjoyed it. By the way, you have an amazing wife, take care of her!" I felt like I could barely get any words out and mumbled "thanks bro" and we parted ways.
I returned to the room with my beloved wife, Sharon smiled at me. "Well? How was your birthday present? How was the blowjob? " Immediately the image of Or pushing his dick forcefully into her mouth and finishing popped into my head. I hugged her without saying a word, smiled with difficulty and we went to sleep.
I didn't really manage to fall asleep, thoughts were racing non-stop, the image of her sucking (him) didn't leave my head, Do you know that feeling when you're fooling yourself? Lie to yourself to feel better? That's what I did all night, I tried to find a logical explanation for what happened. After half the night I convinced myself that the situation probably triggered something in Sharon and made her see that going down is not such a terrible as she thought and this means that she will start going down on me as well, even finishing in her mouth like she did with Or, so what happened wasn't so terrible, besides it was a one-time event so what the big deal, after all I didn't forbid them from going down or finishing in her mouth. I tried to focus on the blowjob I got and that I am still going to get and less on what happened between them and decided that I won't tell them that I know, there's no need to open that and make them feel uncomfortable, after all in the end I initiated the whole thing and all of this was for me, I can't claims.
In the end, I fell asleep and even woke up in the morning with a good mood, I felt like everything was for the best. Sharon saw that I was in a good mood and calmed down and said that she was happy that I enjoyed it "after all, all of this was for you".
Two days after, Sharon initiated sex (first time ever that she was the one initiating) I saw it as another reinforcement for the calming mechanism I built for myself. She was really horny and pounced on me, she quickly undressed me but as she removed my underwear as if all of her mojo had gone down, she looked disappointed and most of the excitement went down, but maybe I just imagined it. We started having sex, again like always she wasn't wet so as usual she rubbed herself on me until she got wet and only then I could penetrate. I started moving at a pace that I know causes her to finish, after long minutes of monotonous penetration she said "I don't think I'll be able to come today, put on a condom and finish." "Would you maybe try going down on me?" She looked at me with a confused look.
"Honey, you know how hard it is for me to go down like that."
"Right, but I thought that after you already did it , maybe you saw that it's not so terrible."
"I don't know, but anyway, if there's a chance that I'll be able to do it, it's only after I reached climax, and today I won't be able to."
I accepted her answer, after all she went down (on me and not Or) only after she reached climax (5 times with him!), it seemed logical to me. The problem is that in the two weeks that followed, every time I tried to initiate sex, (she didn't initiate again) if she agreed, she said that she couldn't finish. I felt that we didn't just not progress to going down more but that we regressed, back to monotonous sex without much passion from her side and without female climax.
During those two weeks after my birthday, although I talked to Or, we didn't meet, of course neither of us mentioned what happened. But we had a regular habit of watching games together at my house with beer and therefore as usual we scheduled to watch at my house the Barcelona game. Usually when Or comes to watch games Sharon goes out with friends, so it was a bit weird that when I told her that Or was coming to watch the game she immediately answered that she would stay home this time because "none of the friends can meet", i think without even checking.
On the day of the game Sharon was in a really good mood, in the afternoon she called me and said that she bought us beers and snacks for the game, in the evening when I arrived she had already taken a shower and was dressed in the black fitted top that I bought her, at the time I bought it for one of our romantic vacation, the neckline was deep and accentuated her round breasts in a very flattering way. She hardly ever wore it, claiming that it was too revealing and not very comfortable, I was surprised to see her wearing it so I asked her do change since Or was about to arrive, she answered that she actually thought to stay with it, I said that it wasn't pleasant for me that he would see my wife so exposed and she said that it was very hot today so it was just right for this weather and besides, "it's Or, he's like family here, and he saw me with much less, I don't think he'll be shocked by this top", I had nothing to respond, he really saw her more exposed, maybe too much.
When he knocked on the door, Sharon immediately went to open it, which really bothered me. It was quite clear that she was expecting to see him, but I couldn't say anything. Maybe it's just in my head? after the situation I put us in, I became a bit paranoid and insecure without a real reason? I just stayed quiet.
My wife opened the door and as she saw my best friend, she gave him a huge smile. Or, on the other hand, was a bit shocked. He probably didn't expect to see Sharon half-naked opening the door for him. I clearly saw his pupils dilate in surprise as he scanned her from her bare legs to her exposed breasts. To his credit, he quickly looked away and tried to focus on something else. He saw me and quickly came over to hug me like a friend. Sharon came to hug and kiss him on the cheek as usual, but Or dodged and settled for a cold handshake. You have no idea how much that relieved me. In that moment, I appreciated him for trying to keep his cool and avoid contact with my wife.
After a short small talk, the game started. Sharon brought us beers and served the snacks. I expected her to go to the room to read a book or something, but she stayed to sit with us. After those two weeks, I was really happy to drink some beer and probably drank too much too fast. But every time my beer ran out, Sharon quickly went to get me another cold bottle.
At halftime, Or finished his first beer and I my third. Sharon immediately went to get more beers, and Or said he needed to make room for the beer and went to the bathroom. Our house is built in such a way that between the living room and the kitchen there is a hallway where the bathrooms are located, and therefore they went in that direction. At the corner of my eye, I saw my wife on her way back stopping by the bathroom, opening the door slightly and just peeking at Or while he was urinating. He probably didn't notice. It really hurt to see that, but to be honest, I could understood her completely. The truth is that after I saw his cock and how perfect it was, I also wanted to see it again. It's not that I was attracted to him in a sexual way, but it was so smooth and perfect that I understood her wanting to peek—I wanted to as well.
He flushed and she immediately continue her way to the living room as if nothing happened and served us the beers. She brought a blanket claiming it was cold from the air conditioner (no surprise with this top) and she sat between us for some reason. We continued watching the game. I must have dozed off a bit after the fourth beer because I woke up from movements I felt under the blanket. I decided to pretend to be asleep as I wanted to see what was really going on. I felt like Sharon put her hand on Or's thigh and rubbed it. Suddenly, it stopped, and I heard Or whispering to her, "Sharon, this really isn't appropriate. He's my best friend, and I'll never do anything that could hurt him." Sharon apologized and said she didn't know what happened, "Maybe the beers affected me a bit." You have no idea how relieved I felt at that moment. Even if I didn't fully believe Sharon's innocence, I didn't remember her touching beer all evening. I trusted Or with my eyes closed after what happened earlier. I believed wholeheartedly that what happened wouldn't happen again.I pretended like i just woken up and apologize that i probably drank too much and better of me to call it off for to night. Or asked if I minded him finishing the game, and Sharon said she had no problem waiting so she could lock the door after him. I really felt safe and believed that Or knew how to control himself if it came to that. So, I went upstairs to the bedroom and left the two of them in the living room.
I woke up to the urge to urinate, after all those beers. After emptying myself, I looked at the clock and saw that the game had just ended a few minutes ago. I intended to go downstairs to ask Or about the result and say goodbye before he left. Maybe I should describe the house a bit more. The bedrooms are on the second floor. The second floor is like a balcony that surrounds the living room and from which you can enter all the rooms. This means that from the bedroom door, you can see everything happening in the living room from above.
When I came out of the bedroom, I saw them still sitting and talking. Sharon was wearing the top but was now less covered. You could know she's cold, I could see her nipples erect through the top. Or had already started feeling more comfortable, openly stealing a few glances (probably since I wasn't around), to his credit, it was very hard to ignore them. I paused because I wanted to listen to their conversation. Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t about the game that had just ended.
"Come on, please tell me! I’ve been wanting to know for two weeks now!" she said
"Sharon, it’s really not appropriate, and besides, what does it even matter?" Or replied
"I don’t know, I’m just curious. And what do you mean ‘not appropriate’? It’s just a number."
Or looked a little embarrassed. "Well, to be honest? I’ve never measured…"
"What??? Isn’t that something all guys do at some point in their lives?"
"I guess so, but I never felt the need. I was satisfied with what I had."
Sharon half-muttered, "You have a reason to be satisfied…"
It took me a few seconds to connect the conversation and realize what they were talking about—maybe because I was half-asleep—but the moment I understood, I woke up instantly. On one hand, I was curious about where this was going, and on the other, I also wanted to know the answer. Normally, other men’s dicks kind of disgust me, but for some reason, I couldn’t get the image of his cock out of my head. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was feeling—maybe the best way to describe it was a mix of jealousy and admiration. Not jealousy over what he had done—fucking my wife and cumming in her mouth—but jealousy of the man who owned that cock.
I'm not sure if he didn't hear or just ignored the comment, but after a slightly awkward silence, Sharon suddenly declared, "Alright, then let's measure it right now!"
The word we felt like a knife to my heart.
Or seemed to get a bit flustered and confused. "Are you crazy? Besides, I told you—I don’t care about this."
"But I care," she said with a childish pout.
Or laughed. "Fine, I’ll go home, measure it, and next time we meet, I’ll give you a number."
"No! We're measuring it here and now! I’ve been curious for two weeks, and I don’t want to wait any longer."
"OK, how about that? I’ll go home, measure it, and text number today." He tried to refuse, but she kept pushing. Eventually, he gave in.
"You know what? Fine. Get me a ruler, give me half an hour in the bathroom, and I’ll come back with a number."
"What are you going to do in there for half an hour? Why so long?"
"Listen, I told you guys this before—if I get hard, I have to finish. So I’ll go jerk off in the bathroom and come back once I’m done."
Sharon was intrigued—and honestly, so was I. "Why do you have to come? And it takes you half an hour??"
Or suddenly turned bright red with embarrassment. "Yeah… it takes me a while to finish. And I don’t really know why, but for as long as I can remember, the only way I can get rid of an erection is by finishing. Until I do, it won’t go away, and it’s really uncomfortable to just walk around like that."
It sounded like the kind of excuse a horny 15-year-old would tell his girlfriend to convince her to help him get off—like that whole blue balls thing. But he looked so genuinely embarrassed that I believed him. And apparently, so did Sharon, because she dropped the subject.
"Okay, do what you need to do, but you do it here." she said
"Have you lost your mind? That's not appropriate." he refused
"I just want to see that you measure correctly and you don't mess me."
"Sharon, no! This is already gone too far, I went along with you but this is too much."
"Or, please, I also want to see it…." she nearly begging and then added in a whisper "I've missed it."
"And what if he wakes up to see his best friend jerk off near his wife?"
"Com on! we both know him. With all the beer he drank, he can sleep and even an fire alarm won't wake him up."
This went on for about two minutes where he refused and she really begged him to let her see his cock.
"Or, come on, you've seen me, touched me, and felt me naked. what is big deal with jerk off?"
He had nothing to respond to that and he gave in, like a little girl who is excited about a show, she ran to get a ruler. Immediately, I went into the room so they wouldn't see me. After five minutes, I heard her coming back. I peeked out and saw her holding the ruler like a trophy, "I found it! Now pull it out!"
Or opened his pants pull his cock out . Sharon scolded him, "What are you doing? Strip completely."
"And what if he wakes up?"
"I told you he won't. Besides, I'm sure it's more comfortable to masturbate naked."
He took off his shirt, and Sharon smiled by the sight of the perfect Greek god body revealed to her, abs, no hair at all, and light mocha skin, in complete contrast to me. I'm not fat, but I've never managed to get abs, not lacking in hair, and I'm quite white. She reached out, as if to check that the abs were real. To his credit, he flinched and told her, "Sharon, I'm going along with your silly ideas but at least no touching. After all, she's your husband's best friend."
Like a little girl, she made a face as if scolded, "Don't worry, he won't know about this, even though there's nothing to know. You remember that I've already seen it, touched it, felt it, and tasted it, right?"
Or looked uncomfortable but he stayed silent and continued undressing. He took off his pants, hesitated for a second, and then took off his underwear. For the second time, his private area was revealed to me and Sharon, and as if the magic didn't fade, it only intensified. For some reason, I had a sense of satisfaction, and so did Sharon, that we were privileged to see.
I was amazed at how on one hand, he was completely smooth down there, and on the other hand, how much masculinity he exuded. I felt like I was bursting with envy. His cock was half hard. It was like a thick tube hanging between his legs. The skin color was uniform except for the head, which was big, and darker. His balls were large and completely hairless, smooth, and without excess skin. They were part of him and not just hanging from the body, it is hard to describe….
Sharon sat next to him, completely focused on his cock and balls, with a smile on her face and wide-open eyes. Or closed his eyes and started jerk off, and Sharon was looking at him hypnotized. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and looked at my wife. You could see he was scanning her, examining her. He started with her smooth legs, delay for a second at the opening between her legs, and then moved to her breasts. In that top, you could almost completely see her breasts, round and perfect, the breasts of a young woman before childbirth, and there were her erect nipples that seemed to be pointing at him. Sharon seemed to understand the hint and started taking off the top, "If this will help you… it's not something you haven't seen before." I was surprised to see that Sharon was without underwear and even more surprised that she had shaved everything down there. Her pussy was completely smooth. Suddenly, I realized that she had expected and maybe even planned for this?! Was she aiming for more?
When Or saw her smooth pussy, he smiled, "You look good like this," while he was masturbating his cock. This was really true, she looked good. How many times had I asked her to shave completely? She tried it once a few years ago and claimed it was uncomfortable, itchy, and not pleasant, and until that moment, she hadn't done it again.
A few minutes passed and Or's cock wasn't hard. I was a bit disappointed because I wanted to see it hard. He stopped and told Sharon, "All this situation is embarrassing me and I'm not that horny. It won't get hard easily. Maybe it's better like this. I'll get dressed and promise to text you the result today."
Sharon said half-smiling that she wanted to see the measurement, otherwise she wouldn't believe it and he could just throw any number. He shrugged and said he swore on his friendship with her husband that he wouldn't mess with her and tell her the truth. She wasn't convinced and asked if there was something that could really help. He suggested watching porn, she jumped, "I have a better idea. Close your eyes and I'll do it for you. It's more exciting if someone else give you a hand job, right?"
Or thought about it for a second and said, "Sharon, you know, your husband is my best friend and I love him more than my own brother. I won't hurt him or betray him. What happened on his birthday was because he really asked, and I did him a favor. It was supposed to be about him. What happened after that was a mistake I couldn't control myself of horniness. I know it was the same for you, and you love him as much as I do. Because of that, I trust you and I'm going along with you now till now, and as long as it's just a game and can't hurt, it's even nice. But it won't go further."
I admired him for that monologue. This is my best friend! It only strengthened how much I could rely on him, maybe more than on my own wife. I felt like I could entrust my life to him (and my wife?!). "I also love him with all my heart. What happened on his birthday a bit confused me, so I allow myself to play with you a bit because I know it's just a bit." he nodded.
I didn't know what I thought about it. I knew she loved me, but since she came five times in a row with him, and she hadn't with me even once since then, and now what was happening was definitely planned by her…
Her words calmed him down, and he relaxed on the couch, completely naked, leaning back and closing his eyes. She asked him to spread his legs, and he did. She moved to the floor, knelt between his legs, and started touching him. She caressing his thighs, with every caress getting closer and closer to his dick and balls. With every touch of hers, his dick got a bit harder, and she was happy, like a little girl who got the game she wanted. When it was almost hard, she started caressing his cock itself. Slowly, she moved both hands from the glans to the base, a little massage on the balls, and back again. She didn't stop and didn't start stocking even though it was already completely hard, just a caressing and admiring. I was privileged to see that perfect cock hard, and it was an even more breathtaking sight than before. His dick was big, or maybe I didn't remember the full size. It was definitely bigger than mine but not in a monstrous way. The color was uniform except for two veins that stood out and interrupted the uniformity, thick and prominent veins that exuded power no less than the dick itself, and like me, Sharon couldn't take her eyes off the erect dick. After she made sure he reached his full size, she started masturbating him slowly, one hand masturbating, the other hand massaging the balls, and the admiring gaze didn't move. Or let out a long groan as if he had taken off 200 kilos.
What I saw was overwhelming. My best friend lying on the couch, completely naked, eyes closed, a huge and perfect dick sticking out between his legs, and my beloved wife also naked knelt between his legs, holding a perfect cock and massaging his balls. It was completely the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Only then did I realize that my pines was hard. It was so hard that it even hurt a bit. I freed it from my underwear and started masturbating at the same pace I saw, slow, strong, and long. I looked at my dick and was disappointed. The envy burned in me, and the horniness with it, seemed to feed each other.
Over time, Or got hornier from the masturbation, and Sharon got closer and closer to the forbidden zone, as if the cock and balls were magnetizing her to them. At some point, Or tried to reach out to her breasts, but in the last second, he pulled back. Sharon was disappointed but a second later he let out another groan, and I saw a few shiny drops of precum dripping from the glans. Sharon's eyes sparkled at the sight, she approached slowly, stuck out her tongue, and gently licked the drops from the glans. The sight of Or's dick standing on the tip of my wife's tongue only increased the envious horniness. At the touch of the tongue, Or jumped, half from surprise and half from pleasure, and let out another groan.
This was the first time she moved her eyes from the dick and looked at him as if expecting him to stop her, but he remained with his eyes closed and a pleased expression. She saw this as confirmation so she continued to lick the glans gently and then slowly moved down along the shaft itself. She stopped jerking and focused on licking. She roamed with her tongue along the entire shaft, tracing every vein and making sure not to leave a single dry spot, as if she wanted to taste all of it. After she done mapping the shaft with her tongue until it was well wet, she continued to move down slowly towards the balls. When she reached the large and smooth balls of my best friend, she stopped, inhaled deeply, and suddenly began to lick them. First with the tongue and then with her entire mouth, kissing, licking, and sucking them, as if she was making out with them. Sometimes she would put one ball in her mouth and simply suck on it while continuing to jerk him off with her free hand. I saw that Or was trying not to squirm with pleasure. I understood that he had already crossed the threshold of control in his lust. His expression showed supreme pleasure.
I can't describe to you what I felt seeing my wife licking my best friend's balls like a little kid licking a delicious ice cream with greed. I was angry at him for not being able to control himself, angry at her for never agreeing to try going down on me, not even to my balls. I hated him for his perfect cock, hated her for worshipping it, envied him for the cock and what he was experiencing at the moment, that this was my fucking wife going down on him, but above all, it was the lust and it only fed on all these feelings and grew stronger. I had never been so lustful! It was a mesmerizing sight.
Or opened his eyes and looked at Sharon, Sharon returned his gaze while continuing to lick. They looked into each other's eyes. Sharon continued licking and it was clear that Or was very satisfied with what he was seeing. For few minutes, they did not look away from each other while each continued with their own. Sharon hummed while licking the balls and Or was mesmerized with pleasure.
Without saying a word, Sharon moved to the shaft itself, making sure not to detach her lips from his member, reaching the glans. She put the penis in her mouth and started sucking. With every descent, she tried to take more and more of the penis into her mouth. I was amazed that every time she actually managed to take another inch. I don't know if it was possible, but I am sure that every time she came out, his penis grew another beat, and I am ready to swear that it was longer and harder than what I saw two weeks ago. I don't know how it makes sense. At some point, I saw her eyes coming out from the effort, but my wife did not give up. She insisted and Or came to her aid. After several times without progress, Or put both his hands on her head and with every descent, he pressed deeper. I was amazed, but she managed to take all of it into her mouth and it reached her throat. After a few times, she got used to it and increased the pace when Or pushed the entire penis into her throat with force. After a few minutes, Or set the pace and simply fuck her mouth. At this point, when Or took control, it was my Sharon turn to close her eyes with a pleased expression. While my best friend fucking her mouth, she returned to massage his balls.
Or increased the pace but still made sure that the entire penis entered her mouth with every thrust. As the pace increased, it also became more aggressive and forceful. I was sure it was exaggerated and already hurting her, how could it not?! But her gaze was calm, not the gaze I would expect from someone whose mouth is being raped. Or was close to his climax , he clenched his eyes and let go of her head. Sharon, as if nothing, continued at the same pace and somehow still managed to take the entire penis into her mouth as he had not left at all.
Or grabbed her nipples, twisted, and whispered "yes, yes, yes, I'm coming." While he was coming, he bent towards her and pulled her breasts with force. Sharon pushed her head as deep as possible and started to suck hard. I managed to see the spurts in her throat. He finished for about half a minute. During all this time, he was half-bent over her head while pulling her breasts hard, and she just made sure to stay close to him and suck as much as possible. Not a single drop of semen escaped.
When he finished, he simply fell on the couch with his head at the end. As his head touched the armrest, he noticed me standing on the second floor. When our gazes met, his eyes widened in horror, and then he noticed that I was jerking off with my penis in my hand. I could no longer hold back. I finished like I had never finished before. Or smiled and leaned on the couch. And Sharon? She did not notice. She was busy licking him clean.
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