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I (f22) had known Jake for almost as long as I had known my husband. He was my tall, loud, athletic best friend I used to laugh at when he tried to talk to girls . We used to joke about how big he was everywhere after that one beach trip where his swim trunks left very little to the imagination. I would catch myself staring sometimes, then feel guilty and push the thought away.
My husband (m28), Chris, was the love of my life. Sweet, attentive and safe. But safe does not always light the same fire.
It started one drunk night after the three of us had been hanging out. Chris and I were in bed when he suddenly confessed, his voice shaky with arousal. “I get hard thinking about you and Jake. Like, him actually fucking you.” I thought he was joking at first. But the way his cock throbbed against my thigh told me he was serious.
From that night on, it became our dirty little secret. He would fuck me while whispering about Jake stretching me open, how I would look with a bigger cock inside me, how hot it would be to watch.
The teasing went on for months. Flirty texts, lingering hugs when Jake came over, me accidentally wearing tighter clothes around him. Chris loved every second of it. One evening when Chris was working late, I finally did it. I texted Jake: “Come over. Chris knows and he wants this.” Jake showed up twenty minutes later, confused but clearly excited.
Chris had already hidden in our walk-in closet with the door cracked open, phone recording, stroking himself. I left the bedroom lights on bright so he would not miss anything.
Jake did not waste time. The second the door closed he grabbed me, kissing me like he had been waiting years for this. His hands were rougher than Chris’s, bigger, more demanding. He stripped me fast and bent me over the edge of our marital bed. The same bed I slept in every night with my husband. When he pulled his cock out, I actually whispered “holy fuck.” He was noticeably thicker and longer, heavy in my hand.
He pushed inside me slowly at first, letting me feel every inch. I moaned loud enough that I am sure Chris heard it clearly. The stretch was intense. That full, almost too much pressure that made my legs shake. Jake groaned, “God, you’re tight,” and started thrusting harder, his hips slapping against my ass. I looked toward the closet and locked eyes with Chris through the crack in the door. He was jerking furiously, mouth open, completely lost in the sight of his best friend railing me.
Jake fucked me like he owned me. He flipped me onto my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and drove deep. Every thrust hit spots Chris had never reached. I came hard the first time, crying out Jake’s name, my pussy clenching around his thick cock. That sent Chris over the edge in the closet. I heard him moan as he came.
But Jake kept going. He fucked me through two more orgasms, manhandling me however he wanted. Doggy style with my face pressed into the pillow Chris sleeps on, then riding him reverse cowgirl so Chris could see everything. The wet sounds, the way my tits bounced, Jake’s low grunts. It was all too much. When Jake finally buried himself deep and came inside me, I felt pulse after pulse of his load flooding me. It was so much it leaked out immediately when he pulled out.
Chris stepped out of the closet, dazed and hard again, staring at my stretched, cum-dripping pussy. He crawled between my legs and licked me clean while Jake watched with a satisfied smirk. That night broke something in the best way possible.