Ménage With My Best Friend And My Wife
The most exciting night of my life!
“Dude, you have to believe me, it’s not weird at all. There are totally no hard feelings between Zeke and me. None!”
“But he fucked your wife, dude! Come on!”
“I was there! I told him to do it, Pete. And it was awesome.”
“I can’t fucking believe you,” said Pete. “You had to have been jealous. I’m not buying this at all. Your wife and Zeke have been flirting for years. And then all of a sudden, for some reason she’s willing to have a threeway with you. Dude, think about it, did she ever want to have a threeway with anybody else? Me, for instance?”
“You? No fucking way. She hates you.”
“She hates all your friends. Except for Zeke. That’s what I’m saying, bro. Don’t you see it?”
“No, I don’t see it at all,” I explained calmly to my friend Pete. I felt bad about spilling the beans about my wife hating him. But really, he is pretty hateful. Like right now. He’s gotten ahold of something and he just won’t let it go — the fact that Zeke fucked my wife and he never will get that chance. He just can’t accept it. And I understand totally.
Oh, I should tell you. My wife is a model. I mean, was a model, before we had kids. But she’s still totally fine. Like the finest wife or girlfriend in the bunch, by a mile. All my friends have average-looking wives. My wife is the only one that has been on the cover of a fashion magazine.
And it’s true, she doesn’t really like my guy friends because, well, they are regular guys, and I suppose she got a taste for “fancy” people when she was a model in New York, and in Paris, and Milan and all that shit.
Then somehow she came back to me, her high school boyfriend. Well, we dated for like a month in eleventh grade. But then it was one of those “we met again at the tenth reunion” stories. Otherwise, there is no fucking way I would be dating a model. It was the nostalgia that did it for me.
I represented those good ole days before she went and became a coke addict bimbo who dated billionaires.
I saved my wife from all that.
But Zeke, I guess, is the one friend of mine who has a little bit of the “fancy” factor, because he’s pretty hot, and well, I was on the baseball team with him in college. We showered together for four years. I knew something about Zeke. He has a really big cock.
“How big?” my wife asked me, a little while back when I mentioned how big Zeke’s manhood was.
“Well, the biggest I’ve seen,” I answered. “I mean, in real life. I suppose Dirk Diggler was bigger, but I heard that was a prosthetic.”
“Hmm,” my wife mused.
After that I guess their flirting did get a little more intense.
Then Zeke came over for a hamburger on Memorial Day. The kids were with the grandparents in Florida. It was like the first taste of empty nest life for us new parents, and we were psyched to party. We cooked up the meat together, a couple of dudes, and Clara, my wife. We ate and drank some beer. Then I suggested we try out the new jacuzzi.
Zeke said, “Ah man, I shoulda brought a suit. Can I borrow one of yours?”
“Whataya mean suit?” I said, slapping him on the back. “It’s clothing optional, you know. We like to go in nude. That way you don’t get a suit wet, all that bs. It’s better.”
“Clothing optional huh?” said Zeke. And he turned so obviously to my wife. It was a little embarrassing. Clara was sitting there in a nice sundress with two straps on the shoulders. And I happened to know she had nothing underneath. No bra, no panties. I saw her slip it on in the morning. Sometimes she does that.
“You going clothing optional, Clara?” Zeke asked.
“Why not?” she said, flirtatiously. “It’s so annoying with the wet bathing suit and everything.”
And with that, she stood up and simply let her dress drop to the patio, then walked barefoot up into the jacuzzi, giving us a nice view of that perfect ass.
“Jesus Christ, you’re a lucky man,” Zeke said to me, under his breath.
“Don’t I know it,” I said. “But you could be lucky too.”
Zeke looked at me, almost alarmed.
“What are you talkin’ about?” he said, still under his breath.
“She likes you,” I whispered. “She told me.”
“She likes me?”
Now, I have to admit, we were all three a little tipsy by this point, or else I wouldn’t have said it. But I did say it. I said, “Go for it, Zeke, you have my blessing.”
“You’re fucking kidding me?”
“No, buddy. I’d be honored. Go for it. I can see you want it. Take it.”
I got up, pulled my shorts, shirt and underwear off, and went up the steps of the jacuzzi to join my wife, who was sitting there covered in bubbles.
In a minute, my buddy stepped up and into the tub to join us, giving us a brief flash of that seven-incher before he got under the bubbles.
“Oh my, Zeke,” said my wife, batting her eyelashes. “Steve told me you had a big one. Wow!”
“Thanks,” said Zeke. He looked a little bashful. Maybe guys with big dicks are a little bashful about it.
“Can I touch it?” my wife said then.
“Huh?” said Zeke. He looked at me, still a little alarmed looking. “I guess so. Is it alright, Steve?”
“If she wants to touch it, it’s fine with me,” I said.
“Okay,” said Clara. And I saw her reach under the bubbles.
“Oh wow!” she said. “It’s all hard! How’d it get hard so quick?”
“Maybe lookin’ at your sexy bod,” said Zeke.
“You think it’s sexy?” said Clara. “You want to touch my tits while I jerk your cock?”
“Fuck yeah!” said Zeke.
He put his hands on my wife’s nipples and started rubbing them. Fuck it, I thought. I’ma jerk off and watch this show. They won’t know, because it’s under the bubbles.
And I began jerking off.
Just as you might be jerking off at home right now as you read it. I get it. I’m a dude. I understand. There’s nothing better than jerking off and watching something really sexy like a guy rubbing your wife’s nipples while she strokes his cock.
But wait, it gets sexier.
In a flash, they were kissing one another. Right in front of me like that. It was amazing. It was as if I had disappeared and they thought they were alone in that tub. I mean, they even began saying crazy shit.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for years,” my wife said, as she pulled her tongue out of my best friend’s mouth. “You’re so fucking sexy. And then when Steve told me you had a big dick, I was like, that’s it. I’ve got to fuck him. Because, well, you probably know, Steve’s not that big.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen his little dick,” said Zeke, again, as though I wasn’t there. “Back in high school during baseball practice. He tried to keep his hand over it but I could tell it was small. He was pretty embarrassed about it, I could tell.”
“Oh it gets bigger when it’s hard,” said my wife, kindly. “But yeah, it’s nothing like this kielbasa I got in my hand right now. Why don’t you scoot up on the edge of the tub and let me suck it while Steve watches? He’s a perv, you know, he fantasizes about me sucking other guys’ dicks.”
“Is that true, Steve,” asked Zeke, as he scooted up on the edge of the tub and I saw for the first time his dick in the erect state. It was like a fucking skyscraper, it was amazing.
“Yeah, I’ve shared my fantasies with Clara,” I said. “But I never thought she’d act on them.”
“Oh, I’m ready to act on them,” said Clara, as she prepared to suck my best friend’s dick. “I want to remember what a real stud feels like. You know, before I got married to Steve, I had all kinds of real studs. Like rock stars and influencers and all kinds of manly men. But I don’t know, nobody was as sweet as Steve, so I settled for him.”
And then she put her sweet lips on the head of his huge cock and started sucking it.
“He is the sweetest,” said Zeke. “I mean, this is pretty sweet of him letting me get a blowjob from his own wife like this… I mean… holy shit…”
Yeah, he lost his train of thought because my wife does have extra sucky lips and they really feel like a vacuum cleaner on your dick when she sucks it, it’s quite disarming.
“Go easy, honey,” I said. “Don’t make him cum yet. I want to see him fuck you.”
She paused from sucking his dick and turned back to me with a smile.
“You are really crazy,” she said. “You really want me to fuck him? What if I like it so much I want to be with him instead of you? Aren’t you worried about that?”
“No,” I said. “I love you, Clara. If Zeke’s dick makes you happier than my dick, why shouldn’t you fuck it all you want?”
“Can’t argue with logic,” said Zeke. “But before I fuck you, I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours. Steve has told me how good you taste.”
And he picked her up and pulled her out of the water, placing her butt on the edge of the tub, and started sucking on her clit.
“Steve!” scolded my wife. “That’s a violation of my privacy, talking about my pussy with your friend!”
“Sorry, honey, but go ahead, Zeke, tell me if I’m wrong, isn’t that the sweetest pussy you’ve ever tasted?”
Zeke lifted his head from my wife’s cunt and turned back to me.
“You’re fucking right, dude,” he said. “This is sweet as fucking candy, Jesus, I can’t believe it, you lucky son of a bitch. You get to eat this pussy any time you want.”
“That’s right,” I said. “And I do. She’s a horny bitch and she wants it every day.”
“Oh!” cried my wife then. “Oh, Steve, he’s gonna make me cum. He’s gonna make me cum!
“Go ahead and cum, honey,” I said. “Go ahead and cum real good.”
And then she screamed real loud, pushed her pelvis high in the air and came like nobody’s business, grabbing Zeke’s hair and pulling it hard.
“She’s a wild woman, buddy!” said Zeke, afterwards, turning back to me. “She almost pulled the hair out of my scalp. That fucking hurt. I’ma have to spank her ass for that. You mind?”
“I don’t mind at all,” I said. “Spank her hard.”
He turned her over on the edge of the pool and he slapped her hard on each buttock, turning them pink.
“Ow!” my wife cried. “Steve! How can you let another man spank me! Aren’t you going to try to protect me?”
“No, I’ma spank you too,” I said.
And I came over and I spanked her a couple times, turning her buttocks a little redder. We all laughed.
“You’re a bad girl,” I scolded her.
“You’re right, I am so bad,” she said. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m such a bad, slutty wife and I sucked your best friend’s dick.”
“You should be sorry,” said Zeke, and he slapped her ass.
“You should both fuck me as a punishment,” Clara said then. “That will teach me a lesson. I’ll sit on your dick, Zeke. And Steve can slip his tiny little thing into my ass.”
“Why not?” said Zeke. “Sound good to me.”
So Zeke sat on the edge of the pool. She got on top of his dick and started fucking him. Then I came over behind her and put my dick up against her asshole. I reached down and got some of her moisture from her cunt and lubed her asshole with it. Trust me, there was plenty of that moisture. Zeke had her sopping, just sopping wet. Slip. It slid right in. And then it was like all three of us were riding the same horse. And moaning and sighing and having just about the best time ever. I could kind of feel Zeke’s big dick pressing up against the wall of her ass as my dick went in and out. My wife took us both like a trooper. No complaints at all.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, yeah, fuck me boys, fuck me good! I love it!” my wife cried. “I’m gonna cum again. I’m gonna cum. Steve, I’m gonna cum!”
“Go ahead, honey,” I said. “Cum even harder this time. Cum until you can’t cum any more, baby.”
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” she screamed. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming so good!”
“Jesus Christ,” cried Steve, and I guess he was having a good time.
“I’m gonna cum in your ass, baby!” I yelled.
“Go ahead, baby,” she cried. “Cum in my ass. I love you! I love you so much!”
“I love you too baby! Ahhhhhh!”
And I came in my wife’s ass.
That was it for me, I was spent. I went back over to the corner of the tub and watched as Steve picked up my wife, lay her down on a towel on the patio and just proceeded to fuck her so hard I thought she was going to break. But she didn’t break. In fact she had like three more orgasms. And then she got on all fours and he went where I had been — in her butt.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, take it, baby, take it.”
“Holy shit, honey,” she called to me. “It’s so big… It’s filling me up, it’s filling me up so good!”
Then he came in my wife’s butt. I don’t know what came over me. I rushed out of the tub, pushed Zeke out of the way, and planted my mouth on my wife’s ass, which was puckering like a blowfish, I swear. And I drank a bunch of Zeke’s cum, mixed with my cum, and mixed with ass.
It put me in another world, I’m not kidding. It was like a magic potion. I remember kind of wandering around the yard, seeing rainbows, and angels and spirits and feeling like I was in the clouds.
You should try it. It’s a ticket to heaven, no lie. All you have to do is cum in your wife’s ass. Then let another man cum in your wife’s ass. Then suck the cum and the ass out of her hole, and it will hit you. I did crack cocaine once — this was a hundred times stronger. It knocks you right into another zone.
When I came out of the zone, I was somehow up in my bedroom. I didn’t know know why, but I found out later I had begged them to put me in my wife’s bra and panties, tie another pair of panties around my mouth as a gag, and tie me up on the post of the bed while Zeke fucked my wife some more. He was amazing, I think he came four times that night.
And my wife, I’ve never seen another being so satisfied. So very satisfied right to the core of her being. She really loved being fucked by a real man like this, and I was so glad to have been able to let her have it. I loved her so much. So very much.
“No, dude,” I explained to my friend Pete later, but he didn’t get it. He didn’t get it at all. “It wasn’t cheating,” I said. “It was celebrating life. The fact that we’re alive and we’ve got dicks and cunts and tits and asses. That’s what it was. It was a total celebration of friendship and love.”
“Dude, I heard,” said Pete. “I heard they put you in a bra and panties and tied you to the bedpost and fucked for like three hours in front of you. That’s not a celebration of love. It’s a humiliation. That’s what it is.”
“No, you’re wrong,” I said. “It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”
He scoffed.
He’ll never understand. Nobody will understand. But my wife, Zeke, and me, we understand. Because we experienced it. The crazy heights. And nobody can ever take that away from us. Ever.
Haters, go ahead, hate. But we tasted heaven. And it was sweet. So sweet. We were brave enough, and we just went for it. All three of us.
I’m so proud of us! So proud!
