My Wife And Best Friend Are In Love

Becca nervously adjusted her top. "Don't you think it's a bit much?" She asked, pointing to her cleavage peeking out of her pink and gray tank top.

I smiled. It was my idea that she go braless while our friend was visiting. "Honey, he's going to love it. Trust me, I know my friend!"

I watched her do her dark blonde hair next. Ten years of being married and her body looked much the same as it did when I had first met her back in college.

It felt surreal, helping my wife dress up for another man. But Becca and I had talked about making one of our long-standing fantasies come true. And there's nobody we trusted more than Mike, my old college roommate.

"Ryan, what if it ruins our friendship? What if he doesn't want me?"

"Of course he wants you! Honey, I wasn't blind in college. I know you two have liked each other for years. But neither of you did anything about it out of respect for me. He wants you. He's always wanted you. And you've always wanted him."

Becca down at her feet, her face going scarlet.

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Mike, Becca and I were friends before Becca and I started dating. We were inseparable. On more than one occasion, we'd had sex while Mike pretended to sleep in another corner of the room. There's no way he didn't know, because Becca could be loud as hell.

All our other friends made fun of him for being a "third wheel". But we didn't care. He was our best friend and we loved him.

On some level, I always knew Becca and Mike's feelings for each other were more than friendly. Mike joked that if I had delayed in asking her out, he would have made a move. I suspected he was only half-joking.

They thought I didn't notice the glances they stole at each other across the couch on our weekly movie nights. Over the years, they got more comfortable with each other. Becca would let him rest his head on her lap while I was there.

By the end of our freshman year, she would walk around in her underwear and Mike was getting comfortable letting her see him shirtless. On some movie nights, she'd even lean on his shoulder instead of mine.

I thought nothing of it. It was just two friends who were comfortable with each other. It wasn't until our little beach vacation that I realized just how much they liked each other... and how much it turned me on to see my girlfriend and my best friend together.

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"He should be settled in now. I asked him to meet us in the living room," I told Becca.

I stepped back to take a look at my wife. Her tits, which Mike and I had ogled so much over the years, looked glorious in the tank top I picked out. Her tits packed so tightly together, you could eat a meal on that shelf.

"Hmmm, alright. Do you think these boyshorts are too revealing?," she said, wheeling around to admire her ass. People paid gym trainers top dollar to get the kind of ass my wife naturally had.

"They are. And that's the point," I said, looking at the entire underside of her ass exposed beneath her tiny shorts.

"Stop being cheeky and entertain our guest while I do my makeup!" She said shoving me out of our bedroom, blushing as she did so.

I felt my heartbeat quicken and my cock harden as I saw Mike sitting on our living room couch. We were going to share that ass with our best friend tonight.

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One long weekend in our senior year, the three of packed our bags and headed to a beach. I don't know if it was the thrill of being on vacation or all that cheap beach rum they'd been drinking, but Becca and Mike crossed a few lines that weekend.

The broke college kids that we were, we had to share a room. On the first day, we decided to go to a shack by the beach and get drinks.

It was one of those on-the-beach shack-clubs where the dress code was swimwear. Mike and I were dressed in our swimming briefs. I couldn't help but look at him.

All the hours he'd been putting into the gym were working, I thought to myself. I watched transfixed as he slowly lathered sunscreen over his chest.

The sound of the bathroom door opening pulled me out of my stupor. Becca walked out in a blue and pink bikini. One look at her and you could tell she was on the varsity swim team. Guys showed up to swim team practice to watch that hot body in action. And here we were, getting a front row view.

The fabric of the bikini clung to her tits, so she had to readjust it every now and then. The back was tight over her ass.

"Ready to head out, boys?" she asked.

Clearly, I wasn't the only one who'd noticed my girlfriend. Mike didn't have the time to hide the tent in his swimming briefs her presence had caused.

For the first time, I saw my roommate in a new light. Mike was... errr... let's just say... well endowed.

I don't know what came over me when I said this. "Looks like your outfit works too well, babe. Mike's gonna need to a minute to cool down."

Mike and Becca blushed. Had I hit upon something?

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Mike was sitting on our two-seater couch and I was sitting across from him in an armchair. Mike was telling me about getting over his recent divorce when Becca walked in.

Mike stared at her, gaping, as she asked "What are you boys talking about?"

"Oh not much," I said, "Mike was just telling me how he's had no action since his divorce."

"Oh, I'm sorry Mike. You were always out of Amy's league." She sat down next to him on the couch and sympathetically held his hand.

"Why thank you, Becky. It's just been a little lonely since the divorce, you know?"

"Oh, come on! I can't believe a hottie like you hasn't had much luck on dating apps!" she said.

"Maybe all the hot ones my age are married," he said, staring unsubtly at her tits, now positively spilling out of her top.

"You're so cheeky!" she said, with a mock-gasp, "Flirting with me in front of my husband!"

She playfully slapped his arm and scooted closer to him on the couch. I could feel my cock getting hard seeing them laugh and flirt with each other, Becca even doing the classic move of curling a strand of her hair in her fingers.

I chimed in, taking another sip of my drink for courage. "Can't say I'm surprised, Becks. This wouldn't be the first time Mike's made a move on you."

Mike froze but Becca smiled, "No, I suppose not."

We'd never talked with Mike about that weekend. We'd just pretended like nothing happened. But it was time to tell him I had jerked off thinking about that night countless times over the years.

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Mike and Becca had started their flirting pretty early into the night. The shack was playing dance music and Becca knows I hate dancing.

But Mike wasn't going to let up a chance to dance with the girl he was clearly in love with. Even if she was his best friend's girlfriend.

"May I have this dance, m'lady?" he asked, after we had all had three drinks each. Man, this island rum was strong!

"Oh, I suppose so. Especially since my boyfriend is being such a wet blanket!"

"Hey!" I said, "We don't need to have the same interests. You kids go have a nice dance, I'll watch from over here."

The first few songs, they kept a respectful distance. But when a steamier song came on, they stepped closer to each other. Mike slipped his hands down to Becca's slender waist.

Becca and I were the same height at 5'8 (which made kissing SO convenient). But at 6'2, Mike towered above her. She put her arms around his neck.

They were getting closer now. Too close. They stared at each other intensely. Mike spun her around and pulled her back to him. She was now grinding her ass against his crotch.

If he was hard, Becca was sure to feel him poking her ass through the thin fabric of her bikini bottom.

His hand snaked to the front of her bare stomach. He slowly moved it up. The top of his fingers were now touching the bottom of her tits. Maybe they thought I couldn't see them, because Mike's hand moved ever so slightly to hold her right breast. He didn't squeeze, just cupped it in his palm.

She reached back with her arms, pulling his head down as they danced. His mouth was too close to hers. What on earth was she doing? And right in front of me!

Was she going to kiss him while her boyfriend was watching? Did I... want her to kiss him?

I looked down and saw that my dick was at full attention. What was wrong with me?

I may have imagined it, but I thought I saw his squeeze her boob. I craned my neck for a better look. My girlfriend and best friend were clearly going too far. They were about to kiss while he groped her in public. I should say something. But why was it turning me on?

I will never know if they would have kissed because at that exact second, the DJ ended his set. And they broke apart.

Flushed and sweating, the two of them made their way over to me. Mike sat down before I could see his erection, but Becca's nipples poked through the fabric and betrayed her arousal. I saw the slightest wet patch on the front of her bikini bottom.

"You guys had fun?" I asked.

They looked at each other and smiled. "We sure did, babe."

We got a few more rounds of drinks before heading back. Mike was getting bold on our walk back. His hand was on Becca's waist the entire way back as I walked behind them. My heart was racing as I saw him graze her ass with his hand every now and then. If Becca minded his groping, she didn't say anything. Not even when he squeezed her ass in front of me.

We were so drunk by the time we got to our hotel room, we just about managed to stumble into bed. Still in our swim suits, we all fell asleep. Becca in the middle, with Mike and I on either side of her.

Sometime in the night, I felt someone stirring next to me. Still half asleep, I opened half an eye to see what was happening.

My heartbeat rose and my eyes flew open. Becca was on her side, facing me, with her bikini top pulled down. She was releasing soft moans while Mike was groping her tit.

His other hand was in her panties, clearly fingering her. "Oh, Mike..." she whispered.

She opened her eyes and saw me staring at them. Becca knew they'd been caught. She gasped. But something in my expression told her I was enjoying what I saw.

While my girlfriend lay there, getting finger-fucked on the same bed by my best friend, I slowly slid my hand into my own briefs.

Becca's eyes followed my hand as I pulled my cock out and started to stroke myself.

"Faster," she whispered instructions to Mike, who obliged. He then pinched her nipple. I'd told him once she liked her nipples pinched. The bastard was using my moves on my own girlfriend. It wasn't long before she was shaking violently and cumming with loud moans.

By now, Mike had to know I was awake. And sure enough, he looked over her shoulder at me sheepishly. But all doubt vanished from his mind as he saw me stroking myself.

Becca looked at me as her body stopped shaking. She leaned in and kissed me. "I love you," she whispered to me, before turning around to face Mike.

Becca took Mike's face in her hand and kissed him full on the mouth.

It was the kind of kiss two lovers would share. Passionate, long and very very hot to watch. Her hand was on his chest before it slid down his rippling abs. Goodness, this guy knew what he was doing in the gym. Her hand slipped into his briefs and she pulled out his cock.

Mike was about the same length as me, but much thicker. Even in the dim light of that hotel room, I could tell that much. She admired the veins bulging on his gorgeous cock while she stroked him. Becca turned her head to look at me and smiled. She then sat up and lowered her head to his cock.

"Hmph" Mike and I both groaned as her lips made contact with his cock. We looked at each other as Becca swallowed his cock.

I was pumping my cock furiously. Mike gently placed his hands on the back of Becca's head as she fucked him with her mouth.

He started moving her hips into her. With a loud grunt, he came in my girlfriend's beautiful mouth.

Becca turned back to me, her mouth full of his cum and kissed me. We both shared his cum while I was stroking my cock. That proved too much for me as I exploded all over my stomach.

Becca licked my cum clean from my stomach and my cock. She took her time, making sure I didn't need to wipe it down.

Once she'd swallowed my cum, along with Mike's, she looked at me and said, "Thank you for watching me be a slut. You're the best boyfriend."

Becca rolled over and fell asleep. Mike and I soon followed.

We didn't talk about it then next day. We went on with our weekend like nothing happened. We went on with our lives like nothing happened.

I suppose they didn't bring it up because they didn't want to embarrass me. I didn't bring it up because I thought they'd think less of me. Would Becca still want to be with me if I admitted I liked being cuckolded?

Mike and I were best man at each other's weddings. Mike moved to another city for work and eventually, we weren't hanging out or talking as much. It started to feel like that night was nothing more than a dream.

Until one day, Mike called us and said he was taking a work trip to our city. He needed a place to stay for the weekend.

I could see Becca's eyes light up while she was on the phone with him. And it was time for me to confess my biggest fantasy to my wife.

I asked Becca if anything had happened between them since that night.

"No! Nothing happened after that night! It was a one-time thing! And it should never have happened in the first place!"

"What if I want it to happen again?"

Becca surveyed me, "What... what do you mean?"

"Do you want him?"

"I want you!"

"That's not a denial. Do you want to fuck Mike?"

"I do."

"Then I'd like to help you get him. I want you to have everything you want."

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Mike looked like he was caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

"Look, guys... I've thought about that night a lot. I feel terrible. I'm sorry, you guys. I was too embarrassed to bring it up later. Really, I'm sorry."

"I'm not," said Becca, "Besides, I'm the one who started it. We both wanted it, Mike. So I'm not sorry."

"I'm not either," I agreed.

"What?"

"Look, there's something you should know. I've played that night in my head over and over again. I've secretly wanted for that to happen again."

"You... want me and Becca to...?"

"Yes, I think I'd like that very much."

"And what about you? What do you want?" he asked Becca.

"Mike, I've had feelings for you since college. And I know you've had feelings for me. I've wanted you since before that night at the hotel."

"But you're married to my best friend!" he said, staring at me.

"After you called, we had a long chat about our relationship. And we decided that our marriage will be ethically non-monogamous," Becca said.

"Ethically... what?"

"It means she can date whoever she wants, pursue a romantic relationship with whoever she wants and fuck whoever she wants," I said.

"Ryan doesn't feel the need to see other people, but if he ever does, I'd be open to letting him do that. But for now, it's all about me and my desires. And I desire you, Mike."

She looked him dead in the eye as she said that.

Mike looked a little less confused. "And it won't affect your marriage?"

"Love is a complicated thing," I chimed in. "Becca and I are each other's soulmates, if you believe such a thing. But she is also in love with you. And you are in love with her. And I would feel selfish if I denied you that love. It doesn't have to be one or the other."

Mike looked at his feet, unable to meet my eye. "So you've always know, huh? I thought by moving cities, I could get away from my feelings. But I couldn't outrun these feelings."

Becca moved closer to him and took his head gently in her hands. She raised his head so that they were looking at each other. "You don't have to outrun your feelings. Not anymore. Not with us."

They stared at each other for a second, before Mike leaned into her. Their lips met, for the first time in over a decade. It was slow and tender, like they wanted to savour their reunion. They'd kept their desire for each other burning all these years. Marriage hadn't dulled that fire. Years of missed chances and what-ifs and these two still kissed like they had all the time in the world.

They must have been kissing for a full five minutes before Becca broke the kiss and moved on to his lap.

Her tits were at his eye level. She cradled his head in her arms and kissed him again, deeply this time. The tenderness of their first kiss gave way to the passion of this one. I could see their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. Mike bit her lower lip as she was grinding on his cock.

If they remembered I was there, they didn't give me any indication. My hand moved into my pants and I pulled my cock out.

Becca broke the kiss and took her top off. Mike didn't even take a second to admire her blue push up bra, he unhooked it seamlessly with one hand.

She held up her bra to her tits with her hands. Turning to me, she said, "You're enjoying this, honey? Should I let him see my tits?"

"Yes, darling. Please let him see your gorgeous tits. Let him play with them."

She looked back at him and peeled the bra slowly off her chest. Becca's breasts, firm and well toned, came into view. Her pink nipples pointed upwards, practically touching Mike's lips. He tentatively placed his hands on them.

"I never thought I'd get to play with your tits again. I thought about them a lot."

"They're all yours for the weekend," Becca said.

Mike placed his lips on her nipples and sucked. "Uhhhhh," Becca let out a soft gasp.

"I'd like you to spend all weekend with me, Mike. As my lover."

Mike looked up. "What do you mean?"

Becca looked over to me. I said, "Well, Becca and I talked about what we'd to do like if you agreed to be with her. And we'd like you to move into our bedroom for the weekend. With her."

"What about you?"

"You've been third wheeling all these years. I can be the third wheel for a weekend. I'll move in to the guest room so that you two lovebirds can have yourselves a honeymoon weekend," I said.

"You want your wife to have a honeymoon weekend with me?"

"He wants me to have whatever I want! And I want you! Come on big boy, let's see what you've got," Becca said with a smirk.

She got off his lap and led him by the hand to our marital bed.

I picked up Becca's top from the floor and got Mike's suitcase from the room. They'd left the door open. "Don't mind me, just dropping your stuff off!" I said cheerily.

Becca was on her back, with Mike on top of her. He was kissing her while dry humping her. He removed his shirt and I could see the ripples in his chiseled back.

Mmmm, Becca was going to be a satisfied woman tonight, I thought to myself.

I went back to the living room and refreshed my drink while I could hear Becca's moans getting louder. I walked back into the bedroom with my drink in hand.

"Mind if I watch?"

"Ok with me if it's ok with her," said Mike. I took my place in the armchair. In later years, we would jokingly call it my "cuck chair".

Becca arched her back and Mike slid her panties off. She had a neat strip of hair on her pussy. As if to test the waters, Mike put one finger gently inside her. It slid in too easily. She'd been wet for an hour.

He put a second finger inside and started to finger her. Becca's moans were getting louder. I put my drink aside and started stroking my dick again. I loved this woman very much and I wanted nothing more than to see her pleasured. She had my whole heart and I wanted her to have anything and anyone she desired.

Mike slowly removed his hand from her pussy and moved closer to her crotch. He slowly extended his tongue and licked her labia

Becca gasped. Mike's tongue found her clit. He moved it up and down with great speed and dexterity. Becca grabbed Mike's head with both her hands and pushed his face further into her pussy.