r/SexStoriesGoneWild

There is some background here that you need and I'm going to keep it short, my best friend's boyfriend has been attractive to me for over a year and I have done absolutely nothing about it because she is my best friend and I am a good person, also she would 100% clock it if I tried anything, so it has just been living in the back of my head quietly for fourteen months. Until last weekend lol.

Late birthday celebration, fancy airbnb, jacuzzi, the three of us, and a level of alcohol that I would describe as more than sufficient.

We got in the jacuzzi after dinner and honestly it started the way these things always start when you put two girls who are comfortable with each other and one very attractive man into warm water with enough drinks in them, which is slowly and then all at once. She and I have always been touchy with each other in a way that's never needed a label and with the alcohol and the warm water and the low light she pulled me close at some point and kissed me and I kissed her back and it was soft and warm and her mouth tasted like whatever cocktail we'd been drinking and I had my hands in her wet hair and for a second I genuinely forgot there was a third person in the jacuzzi at all.

Then I remembered.

He was watching us with this expression that I felt in my chest and significantly lower than my chest and I could feel his eyes on us and I got wetter from that alone which is information I was not ready to process at that moment lol. She pulled back from me and looked at him and smiled and then she was kissing him and I was watching that happen from about two feet away in a jacuzzi feeling extremely things about it.

The three of us found a rhythm after that, hands moving under the water, mouths moving, her kissing me and then him and then sort of both of us at once, his hands finding their way between the two of us in the warm water and every time they got close to me I felt my pussy clench and had to actively remind myself to keep breathing like a normal person. I was SOAKING, embarrassingly soaking, and not from the jacuzzi, and the way his hands felt moving through the water toward me was making it significantly worse and I was having a very internal experience about all of this while trying to look like I was fine.

We got out eventually and she caught my eye and tilted her head toward the bedroom in a way that required no further explanation and I followed because there was no world in which I was not following.

And that is when I saw it properly for the first time.

I have slept with a reasonable number of people, I have seen some things, I thought I had a solid understanding of what was out there in the world and I was NOT prepared, like at ALL. He was huge, thick in a way that I looked at and felt my pussy go from already soaking to actively dripping, like my body made a decision completely independently of my brain and the decision was yes please immediately. I have always thought of myself as a size queen but I think that title requires some practical evidence and I may have been operating on theory this whole time lol.

She was touching him while I watched and I could see how wet she already was and I thought okay so she handles this regularly, she is genuinely built different, god bless her because I don't know how.

When he pressed his cock against me I was so wet I could feel my own wetness on him before he'd even done anything and I was dripping down my thighs and shaking a little already just from the anticipation of it and the weight of him pressing there. She got her fingers inside me first, working me open slowly while I lay there gripping the sheets and trying to breathe, and even after that when he tried to push inside me the stretch was something I was absolutely not ready for that evening. I could take the head, barely, and just THAT was enough to make my eyes roll back and my thighs clamp shut around him and I came embarrassingly fast just from the desperation and the fullness of that alone, my pussy clenching around just his tip while my whole body completely fell apart.

I felt bad about it after lol like apologetic

So while she was in the bathroom I pulled him aside and got on my knees and took his cock in my hands and just looked at it for a second because I needed a moment and I think I deserved one, and then I took as much of him in my mouth as I could manage and worked the rest with both hands and he came down my throat while I looked up at him and I swallowed all of it and felt very good about how the evening had ultimately concluded.

I don't know how she takes that regularly, I have my questions. I also have a standing request to find out in person again as soon as possible and I am not even a little bit ashamed of that.

This is Part III, you may enjoy it more if you read Parts I & II. They’re posted on my story for your enjoyment. ;)

He walked over, his hard cock clearly bouncing under his thin sweatpants with every step, and he sat down right next to me on the couch. Of course, to do this, he did have to walk his hard cock fairly close to my bestie‘s face. As he did this, she struggled to focus enough to answer his question. “Uh…a-uh……a cock.“

He raised his eyebrow as he took his seat, “you want to stroke a cock?”

We all looked at his hard cock and the very obvious tent it was propping up in his lap. Images of her hand, her thin fingers wrapped around his engorged, veiny member flashed in my mind and I found myself aroused at that thought. My pussy had already been a bit warm and wet from hearing she had fingered herself listening to us fuck the night prior and telling her all the dirty details. But now, this raised my horny-meter by a noticeable amount. I could smell myself.

Their conversation continued in the background while I was lost in my horny thoughts

“Yes! It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. I’m so desperate.“

I looked down at my crotch and saw a small wet spot on my shorts.

“I would even appreciate just giving a hard cock a few strokes just to give me some goon fuel.”

Hubby and I exchanged a mischievous look and before I could even process the thought, my mouth opened and spilled out “You can stroke his morning wood.”

My heart thumped as my offer hung in the silence between us. His cock twitched at the offer.

“Are you serious?”

I looked over at her, giving her a sultry smile.

“You can have as many strokes as you want for goon fuel. He takes a long time to cum when he has morning wood.“

Hubby stood up and took a step towards her, his hard cock right at her face. Her mouth opened in disbelief, her eyes glued to his clear tent. She reached for his waistband and looked at me. I nodded. She pulled his waistband down, letting his sweatpants fall to his ankles and unleashing his engorged cock, springing out mere inches away from her face. She reached out, slowly wrapping her hand around his cock.

“Fuck. I can’t even fully wrap my fingers around it.”

“Yeah. His morning wood is a bit shorter than his usual boners. But it’s also noticeably thicker.”

Hubby chimed in with a confident smirk, ”Is it too thick to stroke?“

She immediately answered by stroking him, sliding her hand up and down his shaft with lust in her eyes. As she kept stroking, her other hand slowly made its way down to her crotch, pulling her panties to the side and immediately getting to work fingering herself. The semi-obstructed view of my bestie’s wet, pink pussy as she stroked my husband’s hard cock was all too much. I slipped out of my shorts, spread my legs, and started pleasuring myself as I watched the scene unfolding before me. As the action proceeded and I heard my hubby’s familiar moans, I popped my tits out of my tank top and start squeezing them, making sure to also play with and pinch my nipples.

We continued like this for a bit before she switched hands, taking the cock-stroking hand to her pussy and the pussy-fingering hand to his cock. And in doing so, she covered his cock with her pussy juices, joining his precum in an effort to lube up the action. Our living room filled with all of our moans and the clear sound of not one but two very wet pussies being played with. Eventually, she started cumming. Her eyes closed as she screamed “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She fell back onto our carpet as her fingers continued to finish her off. I took this as my chance. I hopped off the couch, got on my knees and started sucking his cock, slightly tasting the remnants of her pussy juices on him.

As she came down from her orgasm, she repositioned herself in front of him and started massaging his balls. I took my mouth off of him and continued to stroke him.

“Want to suck it?”, I asked her.

“It’s so thick. I’m not sure I can.“

”It’ll fit. It fits my mouth.”

As I kept stroking it as she started slowly approaching it with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out, he started moaning loudly, his knees almost giving out under him. It all happened so fast, but he started shooting his load directly onto her face. It was a surprisingly big load considering I had just milked his cock the night prior. It absolutely covered her face. Some had managed to land inside her open mouth, but most of it was on her lips, her nose, her chin. Some had even dripped down onto her shirt and onto my hand. But I’m a cum slut. And I know how delicious his is. So I couldn’t let it go to waste. I moved closer to her and started licking his cum right off her face. She let out a surprised gasp as her hands awkwardly lingered in the air not touching anything. The taste of cum mixed with makeup reminded me that all her work had now turned into a mess thanks to my husband cumming on her face.

When I was satisfied with my clean up, I looked back at him. He was standing there enjoying the view with his cock still hard, although a bit smaller now. I reached over and sucked his cock clean too. Holding it still, I looked up and said “I haven’t cum yet. Care to show her how you fuck me?“

I sat/laid down on the couch, my legs spread with my pussy right at the edge. He got on his knees and entered me. My bestie got on the couch for her front row seat to the “Emily is getting fucked” show. Her hand caressed my forehead, fixing my hair, while hubby fucked my pussy. He was making a lot of sounds, seemingly half pleasure half pain. I know how sensitive his cockhead gets after he cums, but he was doing a great job of using it to make me cum. Our moans filled the room. His cock plowing into me, making my big tits bounce up and slap my chin gently repeatedly. I looked over at my bestie, her cum-covered shirt at my eye level.

“Fuck. You look so hot fucking her like that“, she said as she spread her legs, moved her panties to the side and started fingering herself again. His eyes widened as he finally had a clear look at her pink pussy. Seeing the lust in his eyes, hearing the new little moans my bestie was emitting as she watched my own pussy get fucked, it all came together to push me over the edge as I came on his cock.

We all just froze there catching our breath after what had just happened. After a minute, my hubby got up and said “So, I hope that‘s enough goon fuel for you. And I’m sorry I came all over your face. Now you need to redo your whole look.”

I let out a bit of a laugh as she replied, “Its a small price to pay for that goon fuel you just gave me. That was seriously hot and your cock is so thick! I really enjoyed feeling it in my hand.”

And with that, we all got up and started getting ready to go find some coffee and food.

After a few hours of hanging out and commenting and joking about earlier, she got on the road back home. Hopefully with enough goon fuel to satisfy her lonely pussy.

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This is a direct continuation. Even if you’ve already read Part 1 before or not, I strongly encourage you to read it again right now, then come straight back here for Part 2. You’ll catch a lot more of the heat and details that way.

If you read Part 1, you already know how that night started. The three of us under one blanket on their living room sofa, my hands soaked from both sisters, the cushion wet underneath them, and me too scared to finish what we had begun.

I was still rock hard under the blanket when the fear hit me full force.

“We can’t,” I whispered. “Your dad comes down every night. He’s going to walk in any second.”

My wife-to-be looked at me, then at her sister, then back at me. She leaned in close.

“I’ll go watch the stairs. You two finish what you started.”

Before I could argue she stood up, pulled her pajama bottoms back into place, and walked quietly toward the hallway that led to the staircase. She didn’t look back.

My SIL stayed right where she was, still half-naked under the blanket, thighs shiny, eyes on me.

I was so nervous my dick went soft. Completely. I couldn’t get it back up no matter how hard I tried. The fear was stronger than the need. Coming from the background we did, the risk of getting caught felt enormous.

She noticed. Without a word she made me sit back against the sofa, pushed the blanket down, and lowered her head between my legs. Her warm mouth wrapped around me and she started sucking. Slow at first, then deeper. Her tongue slid along the underside while she took more of me in. I got hard so fast it almost hurt.

She rubbed my shoulder with one hand while she kept sucking.

“Relax,” she whispered around my cock. “Nothing is going to happen. Just feel it.”

She went back to licking and suckling, wet sounds filling the quiet room. I grabbed the edge of the sofa and gritted my teeth.

“Slow down,” I whispered. “I’m gonna cum if you keep going like that.”

She pulled off just long enough to smile up at me.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to make you do.”

Then she stopped completely. She stood up, turned around, and pushed her pajama bottoms the rest of the way down. Her perfect round ass was right in front of my face again. My eyes must have lit up because she smiled over her shoulder, then climbed onto my lap.

I thought she was going to put me between her cheeks like we agreed.

Instead she reached down, wrapped her fingers around my cock, and guided the head straight to her pussy.

I froze.

She started pushing down. She was incredibly tight. The head popped inside and she kept going, inch by inch, until I was fully buried in her. I could feel every ridge, every pulse of her walls gripping me.

I stared at her face, shocked.

I said her name, voice barely working.

“How… you’re not a virgin?”

She looked me in the eyes and answered quietly, “I used things. I wanted to know what it felt like.”

Then she started moving. Slow at first, rising and sinking on my cock, getting used to the stretch. The wetness from earlier made it easier, but she was still so tight it bordered on painful in the best way. She took both of my hands and placed them on her perky tits. Her nipples were rock hard under my palms. I squeezed and she moaned, riding me faster.

We both closed our eyes.

I completely forgot where we were. Forgot the house. Forgot her dad. Forgot the conservative world we lived in. Forgot everything except the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my cock and the soft weight of her breasts in my hands. The wet sounds of her fucking me filled the room. Her breathing got heavier. Mine did too.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said suddenly, voice cracking.

She lifted off me in one smooth motion, dropped to her knees between my legs, and took my cock straight into her mouth. I exploded. It felt like my soul left through my dick. Pulse after pulse, harder than anything I had ever felt, emptying into her throat while she kept sucking and swallowing.

When the last tremor finally stopped I opened my eyes.

My wife-to-be was not at the stairs.

She was sitting on the other end of the sofa, pajama bottoms around her knees, two fingers buried in her own soaked pussy, rubbing herself and watching us. She was giggling softly, eyes bright, thighs wet all over again.

That is how I lost my virginity to my sister-in-law.

We had many more nights like that before things changed. Same sofa. Same blanket. Same risk. Same heat.

Years later my wife and I got married and moved to the West. My SIL moved to a different Western country. Life got busy. The three of us still kept in touch, but those winter nights in our home country felt like another lifetime.

She is visiting us right now.

A few hours ago she dropped a message in our WhatsApp group.

“Movie night tonight? 😉”

I looked at my wife.

She looked at me.

Neither of us has answered yet.

Note: I honestly didn’t expect this to explode like that. I had planned to write Part 2 closer to the weekend, but the response was so strong I felt compelled to finish and post it now.

Now do me justice in the comments and tell me who you thought of while reading and how much you ended up stroking/masturbating. Bonus points if you want to DM me about it.

We were from a conservative background in a conservative country in East. Being virgins in our early twenties was completely normal. No one rushed these things. Still, the three of us had been close since college. Me, the girl who would become my wife, and her sister who was one year younger than me. We were inseparable. My SIL was the only one who actually loved horror movies. My wife and I mostly just loved being near each other.

That December the schools were closed and it was freezing. Almost every night the three of us ended up on the big living-room sofa at their house, lights off, one thick blanket over our legs, some movie playing until two or three in the morning. Their parents never minded because we stayed in the open living room.

Usually my wife sat in the middle. One night the movie was especially bad. She kept grabbing my arm every time something jumped. My SIL had nothing to hold onto and finally complained. So the next night they put me in the middle.

The new movie started. The room was dark except for the blue glow of the screen. My wife and I weren’t really watching. We started with little smooches at first, the kind we always did when no one was paying close attention. Soft, quick ones. Then they got longer. Deeper. Tongues sliding. Her soft moans breathing into my mouth. I moved down to her neck and started kissing and sucking there. She arched and let out a longer, wetter sound against my ear.

My hand slid under the blanket and settled between her legs, right over her pajama bottoms. The fabric was already soaked through. I could feel the heat and the wetness seeping into my palm. She was dripping.

She leaned in, lips against my ear, voice shaking.

“Put your hand inside and rub me.”

We were all still virgins. That was normal for us. My wife and I had kissed for hours and ground against each other until we were shaking, but that was as far as it had ever gone.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband. Her pussy was swollen and slick, folds parting easily for me. The second I touched her bare clit she jerked and bit down on my shoulder to stay quiet. I started rubbing slow circles. Her hips rolled against my hand. The wet sounds were soft but clear under the blanket. The fabric kept shifting with every stroke.

My SIL could see everything. She could hear the wetness. She could feel the blanket moving.

Then, without a word, she reached over, grabbed my wrist, and pulled my hand straight onto her own pussy. Same tight pajamas. Same heat. Same wetness already soaking through.

I yanked my hand back like I’d been burned and stared at my wife.

She only whispered, voice low and steady, “It’s okay. Do it.”

So I did.

I rubbed both of them at the same time, one hand on each soaked crotch. Their hips started moving in the same rhythm. The blanket rose and fell. The wet sounds got louder.

The pajamas were too tight. I couldn’t move the way I wanted.

“Pull them down,” I said, voice rough. “Both of you. To your knees.

My wife did it fast under the blanket. My SIL stood up.

I had seen my wife naked before. I had never seen my SIL’s body.

She turned her back to me, hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and slowly pushed the pajamas down. The most perfect round, smooth ass I’d ever seen came into view. Soft, full, flawless. She looked over her shoulder, gave me the filthiest little smile, and used both hands to press her cheeks together, spreading them just enough to tease me before she sat back down and pulled the blanket over us again.

She immediately grabbed my hand and put it right on her bare, dripping pussy.

I was so hard.

I leaned in so both of them could hear me.

“Whoever comes first gets me to rub my cock between their ass cheeks and cum right there. No penetration. Just my cock sliding between those cheeks until I empty myself. Deal?”

They both nodded. Fast.

I’d done it with my wife a couple of times already. The thought of doing it to my SIL made my stomach drop.

I went back to rubbing them. Two hands. Two soaked, swollen pussies. I gave my SIL more pressure, more speed, more attention. I wanted her to win. She wanted it too. I could feel it in the way her hips started fucking my fingers.

Her breathing turned into broken little gasps. Her thighs started trembling. Then she came.

Hard.

Her whole body went rigid, then started slithering and shivering against me like she couldn’t control it. Her thighs clamped around my hand so tight it almost hurt. A long, wet moan spilled out of her mouth against my neck. I felt the gush, hot and slick, running down her inner thighs and onto my wrist. She kept shaking for what felt like forever, pussy pulsing against my fingers.

When the worst of it passed she smiled, took my soaked hand, and pushed three of my fingers straight into my mouth.

“Lick. All of it.”

I did and it tasted amazing.

My wife had been holding back on purpose. Thirty seconds later she came just as hard. Same full-body slithering, same violent shiver, same helpless wet sounds. Her thighs flooded. I felt the heat pour out of her onto my other hand and down onto the cushion.

When they finally stopped shaking and we sat up a little, the sofa under both of them was dark and wet. A clear wet patch spread across the fabric where their asses and thighs had been.

They both looked at me, still breathing hard, faces flushed, thighs shiny.

“Whose tastes better?” they asked at almost the same time.

I told them the truth.

“Both.”

I kept listening for footsteps on the stairs. Their dad came down almost every night to check on us. Every single night. I was certain he was about to walk in and see the two of them with their pajama bottoms around their knees, thighs glistening, the sofa soaked, my hands still wet with both of them.

But the house stayed silent.

Either he had finally fallen asleep or he was upstairs doing something else entirely.

I was too worked up, too scared, and too far gone to finish what we’d started. I pulled my hands back, told them it was late, and started to stand.

They didn’t let me leave.

That same night, still under the same blanket, still in the same dark living room, they decided it was my turn.

But that’s Part 2.

Edit: Added link to part 2.