As a newbie to the erotica fiction world in always looking for inspiration. I find lately that I talk to friends a lot more about sex, I am always interested in hearing their wildest, most unorthodox sex story. I'm never short of surprises, often times the people with the most conservative shell have the wildest story. Such was the case with my childhood friend, Brad. One night Brad and I met for drinks. A few drinks later I asked him outright, what is your wildest sex story. He put his beer down and looked me right in the eye and said, "The time I convinced my wife to fuck my best friend."
I had written about escapades like that but never met anyone in my real everyday life that had a first-hand experience. Brad dispelled all the details with incredible accuracy he told in such a way I could see it happening.
Of course being the capitalist that I am, I asked if I could use his story In my next book. He obliged. After many failed attempts to capture the essence of his experience, I finally called Brad back and asked him to write it for me, just as he told it to me that night in the bar. So, here it is, Brads wildest sex story, as told by Brad
The time I convinced my wife to fuck my best friend.
I've been friends with Mark since high school. I think we got along so well because we were so similar. Both kids of working class Irish families. Mark and I both married girls we had been dating since college. We both got very lucky in the wife department. Our spouses are smart, funny and attractive but most importantly they both love sex.
My wife, Maria, was a more traditional girl, Catholic school girl, not in the slutty rebellious way, in the legit devout way. She was a virgin when I met her but lost that quickly after we started dating. She was loyal and loving, always eager to please me and even more keen to have me please her. I didn't have a long, sordid sexual history before meeting her, so we learned so much about sex from each other.
The thought of her allowing another man to enter her used to set me on edge, it almost sickened me, but for some unexplained reason, I always thought about it.
A few years in on our relationship she got an incredible opportunity to do a semester in another city. She was one of two females in this program, and I knew the guys would be looking for some easy hookups while away from home. This idea was never too far from my mind, I trusted her, but alcohol and distance can make a person do strange and stupid things. I would fly out to see her every few weekends, and it was on one of these trips I found myself fucking her on her bed when my mind began to wander. I started to think, was she fucking someone else on this very same bed just the night before? Was she fucking more than one other guy? I had no way of knowing but the thought raced through my head. After all, it would have been so easy for her to take in any number of her male classmates without me ever having a clue.
Then I started to notice the more I pictured her with another cock deep in her the harder I got, the more the blood flowed to my own dick. Was the idea of her fucking another man turning me on? The thoughts were protected in my head I knew she had no idea what I thought so just let it happen, I didn't fight it. I let those pictures stack up in my mind, I looked around her room and tried to imagine all the places and positions she had been fucked. It was all one big erotic show of sex, disloyalty and pure animal pleasure. Then, without warning, I blew my load inside her and let out a loud moan. So loud, in fact, it startled her.
I never told her why I got so turned on, instead, playing it off as being so long since I last saw her as the reason, and she bought it.
I never shared where my mind really was that day with anyone for a long time, then one night while sharing a few beers with Mark, years later, I confessed that the idea of Maria fucking another guy sometimes turned me on. I immediately regretted the confession as soon as I said it, but to my surprise, Mark laughed and assured me that it was normal. In fact, he had told me that he and his wife had discussed the possibility dipping their feet into the swinging lifestyle, they felt there were too many variables and too many pitfalls that required ironing out, but he assured me that I was not alone in this fantasy.
Mark and I talked all night, and he really put my mind at ease, I no longer felt like a freak who would lend his wife out to be entered by another man. Then another thought crossed my mind. Could I actually do it? I mean, thinking about it was one thing but actually sitting there, off on the sidelines while another dick slides deep into my wife's pussy, did I have the balls to do that?
The logistics of it made me doubt the possibility, there are safety issues at play. A stranger met at a bar poses way too many risks, so it would have to be someone I knew. Someone I knew well enough to not take things too far, to not let things get weird between us. I wanted a guy that I knew would not be knocking at my door the next time I was not home looking for some more fun. Someone who knew the guidelines and boundaries. I needed a guy who understood it was not about him, it was about Maria and I. The more I weighed the options, the more I landed on one name, and only one name, Mark.
So months passed, and I again brought the topic up to Mark over a few beers, he said all the right things. He assured me he was honored to be considered and would approach any situation with the utmost respect and care, he would never do anything to jeopardize our friendship. I was sold, Mark was my man, now I just needed to convince Maria.
Maria is a very attractive woman. She is the type that never really appreciates how good looking she really is, so when I assure her that all my friends tease me about how she is way too hot for me I can see her blush a little and even ask the follow-up, "Who says that?"
She would never admit it but loves the idea that other men want to fuck her, or that all my friends at one point have probably masturbated to her.
I spent months complimenting her sexual abilities, the astonishing technique she possessed wrapping her soft tongue around on my dick in such a way that I would always have to fight to keep my orgasm at bay. She would always want to hear more. I would tell her how my friends would make up their sex stories about their wives, but I never had to, and how our scheduled four times a week was four times more than most of the other couples I knew.
Then one day I jumped in with both feet, "You know, you are so amazing at fucking I would love for my friends to just experience it once, just so they know I'm not exaggerating."
I paused and waited for her reply, "Really? You think I'm that good?"
"No, I believe you're that amazing!" I answered.
I could see the hook was set, the idea didn't disgust her, now all I had to do was carefully reel her in, slowly.
"Let me ask you something," I continued. "Out of all my friends, would there be any one of them you would ever feel comfortable doing anything with?"
The question shocked her, I could see she wanted to protest and not answer but the blood rushing to her face gave her away, she had someone in mind, and something told me this was an idea she had entertained once or twice in her life.
"Mark," she answered. "He's not too intimidating, and he's quiet, and I could see him just being thankful for the experience."
