Matt had been a friend from our schooldays, we took different paths, he married and had children young, but we always remained in touch and regularly got together for a drink when he had any free time.
About 5 years ago, he and his wife moved to Spain for a different lifestyle and to start a business. A big decision but one that seemingly had worked out for them. They have a nice group of friends over there and a busy social life. They have been back a few times and we have had dinner with them, but for some reason the 2 wives have never really clicked as friends. He has always been honest with me and confided that over the last year or so, their marriage was a little rocky, his wife had become distant, and they had been sleeping in separate rooms for some time. She wasn’t interested in any intimacy and he had resigned himself to a marriage of convenience. It had been a good 2 years since they had sex. I asked if he thought there was anyone else, but he said he saw no reason to suspect anything. When they are out, she is perfectly normal and their circle of friends wouldn’t think anything than their relationship was fine. I could tell he was unhappy and, in a way, feeling quite lonely.
He mentioned he was coming back to visit his son for a few days so I suggested that maybe he could drop down and get together for the weekend whilst he was in the UK. He said he would like that and asked for recommendations for hotels but I insisted that there was no need for that, he could stay with us.
I told my wife that Matt was coming to stay and the first thing she said was “not with her I hope”. We talked about it and she said she has always made an effort to try and get on with her but they were just different people. I left it at that and assured her it would just be him.
Fast forward to a Thursday and Matt arrived at the house, parked his hire car and we were soon sat chatting and enjoying a few drinks. My wife was at work. He looked good, tanned and well dressed as ever. Matt had never had a shortage of willing ladies in his younger days, and despite the passage of time, would still have no problem finding a partner if he was seeking one. We decided to go to the local pub and I let my wife know our plans. She wasn’t bothered and would see us later and not to disturb her if she was already in bed. It was gone midnight by the time we walked home, both a little worse for wear. The house was quiet. We sat in the conservatory with a bottle of scotch he had brought with him and put the world to rights. As with many conversations between men, the subject turned to women and eventually to sex. He couldn’t understand how his wife had changed so much and joked about finding some fun on the side before losing the use of his wrist! “Why don’t you” I asked. “Well there are definitely opportunities” he said “Lots of wife swapping and stuff going on where I live”. My ears pricked up. He told me that it wasn’t something out in the open but he knew for sure that it went on with ex-pats in Spain. He and his wife had been propositioned a couple of times and had politely declined.
My first thought was that maybe his wife had entered the scene without him knowing and asked him if that was a possibility. He retorted that “there was no way, she just isn’t like that”. I then made the mistake of saying “Well I thought that too”. Matt pushed me on what I had said and I did confess that we may have dabbled a little. “No way!” Matt laughed. We have a lot of trust and I felt like telling him everything but caught myself and didn’t give too much away and promptly changed the subject. He couldn’t believe it and I just knew this would stay on his mind.
We finally made it to bed and Viv was sleeping so I crept in beside her. In the morning, with a sore head I made coffee and eventually she joined me in the kitchen. “Good night?” she asked knowing I was a little jaded to say the least.
As we sat having breakfast, Matt appeared in just pyjama bottoms. His torso was toned and tanned. My wife greeted him with a hug and a kiss (a bit awkward given he wasn’t fully dressed) and gave me a look of amazement that he would be so relaxed with very little on. Given the climate, probably perfectly normal most of his time in Spain I thought.
I had planned to work from home but needed to drop into the office which meant leaving her to entertain Matt unless he had other plans. He didn’t so I suggested that they go for lunch somewhere and I would join them as soon as I could and drive us all home. It was later than expected when I managed to get away and she messaged to say they have moved on to a bar and would wait there for me. Eventually, I arrived and entered the busy bar scanning around to find them. In a corner they were sat at a table side by side facing each other in deep conversation. They didn’t notice me so I stood and observed for a few minutes. She was smiling, laughing and they looked like they were a regular couple on a date. I felt a stirring, provoking thoughts of her legs spread, offering her pussy to him. The barman snapped me out of this brief fantasy asking what I would like to order and composing myself I joined them at the table, apologising for my lateness. They had clearly drunk a fair amount already and after an hour or so I went to get the car to take us home. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful and we had a chilled evening at home. Matt was first to retire.
Later in bed, I held her close from behind and I told her the full story about his marriage problems. She wasn’t surprised at all as they had talked about it over lunch. It seemed that they had got to know each other very well, in fact she had something to share with me. She wasn’t sure whether to tell me or not and it was maybe nothing and just too much wine, but Matt had kind of ‘showed some interest’ in her. “In what way?” I asked, and she explained that he had been very complimentary, leading to the point of flirting, and once or twice became quite suggestive. Did he make her feel uncomfortable? She said no, not at all but did feel herself blushing which he would have noticed. Maybe its was just a natural thing where a man, who hasn’t had any sexual contact for some time, finds himself alone with a women, any women, and wants to see if he has ‘still got it’? It seemed an appropriate moment to confess to her that I had with regret mentioned to him that we had dabbled in the swinging lifestyle and maybe I was partially to blame for his advances, however trivial. I shouldn’t have and hoped that she could forgive me. She asked how much I had told him and I was able to honestly say that I hadn’t given any details which was the truth. She remained calm and seemed unfazed and said that it was what it was and said that I cant go back on that now so not to worry.
Trying to lighten the mood, I joked that he was probably down the hall engaging in some self pleasure right now thinking about her, and she playfully smacked my leg. “Maybe you could go help give him some relief”
“Oh I am sure you would like that wouldn’t you, so maybe I should. He’s a lovely guy, very charming, attractive, great body, and I bet he has a nice big juicy cock! Oh and he must be dying for a fuck. What’s a girl not to like?”
She was teasing and I took the bait. “Bit close to home though don’t you think?”
Her response threw me a bit. “Well, lets just see what tomorrow brings shall we?” and with a kiss she said “goodnight”.
Whilst I enjoy it, he was an old friend. It was kind of an unspoken rule that we wouldn’t involve any close friends but for some reason this felt different. She likes fucking other men, I adore her fucking other men so what was the hurdle here? He was trustworthy, was not getting any sex at home so in theory a perfect match.
I lay awake turning it over in my mind. If she didn’t see a problem then nor did I and was fairly certain he would be more than agreeable to some much needed intimacy.
The following day, Matt helped me with a few small unfinished DIY projects and we planned a dinner in the local pub later. He would need to leave early the next morning to drive to the airport.
We went ahead early to have a few drinks and my wife would join us later. When she arrived I noticed she had made a real effort and did look amazing. A low cut short dress, legs adorned with black nylon. The three of us had a nice evening filled with fun and laughter. Matt insisted on paying the bill and I observed her eyes following him as he headed to the bar. A few drinks down by now, I have seen this before and she was visibly in a mischievous mood. Leaning in, she sighed “Not sure why but I am feeling rather horny tonight” “Oh yes and I wonder why that could be” I replied. I could tell that she was in the zone. She gave me a knowing smile, grabbed her bag to visit the ladies and whispered, “You know, I might just have to give someone a treat tonight…..”
Did she mean me, Matt or both of us?
When she returned, we had been joined by some local friends, Tom and Karen who were out on a rare date night. Karen is great fun and was very friendly with Matt. Tom was unbothered as he is used to her being a little flirtatious, but my wife for some reason appeared unimpressed. Maybe I was reading too much into it but perhaps a spark of jealousy?
When the pub closed we all headed back to ours for nightcap drinks. Karen started up a kitchen disco, giving Matt little choice but to dance. She hitched up her skirt almost flashing her knickers as they fooled around to the music. My wife disappeared to freshen up and when she returned Karen urged her to join them and after initial reluctance she was soon enjoying herself too. Tom and I left them to it and sat in the conservatory for a while until he said they had better go as they were late for their babysitter. Karen, now a little worse for wear, didn’t want to go but he managed to eventually drag her away. We said our goodnights and now there were three.
We kept the music on in the background and my wife popped to the bathroom. I noticed that she had reapplied her lipstick when she reappeared, hopped up onto the kitchen island, kicked off her heels and as she rubbed her feet her dress hitched up, revealing the lace tops of her hold up stockings, and a glimpse of her hot pink knickers. I noticed Matt’s eyes fix on her for a moment as I opened a bottle of fizz, poured us all a large glass raised a toast to catching up for a few days and to not leave it so long next time. Viv teased Matt about Karen, about her obviously fancying him, whether he liked her, and if he would have taken things further. It was all very light hearted and Matt admitted that if she was single then definitely! My wife continued and asked whether he would have if Tom wasn’t around and he said the way he was feeling at the moment anyone and anything would be nice but it had been so long he had probably forgotten how to do it! She laughed at his response, but then with a straight face “Oh I am sure you still remember honey” and with that, took his hand and placed it on her thigh.
This was a moment which could have gone either way. Matt looked at me in disbelief. In fairness it had come as a surprise to me too. Hiding behind her wine glass, in a soft voice she continued “Well…… do you think you can remember?” He stumbled over his words “Um well, maybe, I guess so, but…”
Before he had the chance to say anymore she lifted herself off the counter on to her feet and faced him. Looking up she positioned her arms over his shoulders “Maybe I could help jog your memory?” Matt looked at me for some sort of explanation or reassurance, and I gave a nod of approval. His eyes widened. “Well I suppose that could be nice” he replied nervously and instinctively took her by the waist and she stepped forward closing the space between them.
Viv brushed her mouth onto his cheek and kissed him gently several times. Heaven knows what was going through his mind, and I could sense the cogs whirring. He pulled her in tight and his hands moved around to the small of her back. Her lips drifted tantalisingly close to his, and she held her position, passing the decision over to whether he wanted to accept her offer. Then a moment of hesitation, before he tilted his head and they connected, mouth to mouth. Initially soft and tender before there was a sudden burning hunger, tongues probing and exploring. There would no going back.
They parted briefly and she whispered something to him, took his hand and without looking back led him through to the living room.
I was unsure whether to give them privacy but was overwhelmed with the need to witness this unfold and after a couple of minutes crept up to the door. It was open enough to see into the room but remain largely out of sight.
They were standing kissing vigorously, hands wandering. I heard his voice “Are you sure about this?” There was no reply, her actions spoke louder than words as she started to unbutton his shirt, making quick work of it. Matt lifted the straps of her dress over her shoulders before unhooking her bra. Her breasts spilled out and she pressed herself against his bare chest. He peeled her dress further down and she wriggled free, now standing in just her pink silky knickers and stockings. Nibbling her neck, Matt reached down and slipped a hand into her panties and she let out a soft moan, opening her legs a little as he experienced his first touch of her smooth pussy. She tugged at the button on his jeans and unzipped him slowly, then bending down removed his jeans and underwear in one motion liberating his cock which was thick and meaty. Standing again, their mouths reunited and her fingers encircled his erection and began to masturbate him as they kissed passionately.
Pressing on his chest, she motioned to him to sit back on the sofa which was in my full view. A few steps backwards, Matt lay back, naked, his cock standing to attention. Viv knelt between his legs, admiring and gently stroking his manhood. Leaning forward, cupping his balls, her tongue teased up and down the stiff length before pausing, hovering above the swollen head of his cock. Matt groaned with relief as her lips parted, welcoming him into the warmth of her mouth, and began to felate him greedily. I had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to hold out for long and I was right.
He managed to stay in control for a couple of minutes at best before warning her that he was close. She maintained her rhythm and as his body tightened, she kept her mouth locked around his cock in anticipation. Matt grunted loudly, making her gag a little as he ejaculated, sending a surge of hot spunk into her mouth. She gripped him hard between her lips, accepting each pump as he unloaded, extracting, gulping, swallowing until he was done.
I stepped back from the door and snuck into the conservatory, thinking it best to give him a moment to process what just happened. I imagined that he would be full of conflicting emotions. The ecstasy of being sucked to completion, but by the wife of a friend. Forbidden fruit only minutes earlier.
I heard voices but couldn’t make out what was being said. Then a laugh or two. A good sign. After a short while, my wife appeared, now clothed, and found me. “So what have you been up to?” I enquired knowingly “oh nothing much, just sucking off Matt on the sofa”. She was in high spirits. A women proud of her ability to bring a man to climax. She sat across my legs, and I slipped my hand between her thighs and immediately felt the dampness in her knickers. Her demeanour suggested there was more she had to say and brought her face up close to my ear. “I was thinking….PAUSE…..that maybe….PAUSE…..as it’s his last night….PAUSE…..he could maybe sleep in with me tonight?”
It was a question that I suggested only he could answer as she knows I would be more than accepting. She said that he had said yes as long as I was ok with it. “Of course, if that’s what you would like…”. She gave me a big kiss and whispered “Thank you” and with that she flounced off returning to the living room. I didn’t get the chance to speak to Matt and thought it best anyway to let things just play out as it, as far as I knew, wasn’t an everyday occurrence for him. I heard them heading upstairs, and relaxed back in my chair, alone with a large single malt. This was all very unexpected but there was no reverse gear now. My old friend was about to fuck my wife.
I was in two minds to give them space, but then, if Matt was about to make love to her, I deserved some pleasure of my own. In this case, to witness some, or all, of their union.
I stepped upstairs and then along the landing towards our bedroom. The door was open and I heard a low moaning. Glancing in, I first noticed her little pink knickers on the floor. On the bed, Matt was fully engaged in cunilingous between her thighs. She was breathing heavily as his tongue found the spot time and time again. And with a “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum” she pushed herself onto him, her body quivered and an orgasm flushed over her.
Matt remained still, lapping up the honey seeping from her hole. As it subsided, her breathing slowed and he lifted himself back adjusting his position. She spread her legs wide, ready and willing to give herself to him. As he shuffled forward Viv took hold of his thick cock and directed it toward her soaking pussy, impatient to take it inside. She removed her hand and he took over and with a forward thrust she let out a gasp as he fully penetrated my wife effortlessly.
Firmly inside, he balanced up on his arms above to look down on my beautiful wife, taking in the view, about to fulfil the demand to fuck her. He whispered “I have been dreaming of this” and she responded with a breathless “yes, me too, I have wanted you so so much….now fuck me” True or not, she knows how to tell a man what he would like to hear.
Any thoughts of infidelity were now abandoned, fuelled by basic carnal desire. It had been a long time, Matt savouring each and every stroke of his cock entering her pussy. The sound of her appreciation filled the room, nails scratching his back and buttocks. “That’s it, that’s it, yes, God I love your cock, you feel soooo good inside me”
Oblivious to my presence, he was completely absorbed and over the next half an hour would make the most of this opportunity. Viv had initiated this but was now in her natural submissive role, giving approval for him to do as he pleased, to take whatever he wanted. The sex fluctuated from slow and sensual to hard and frantic. Matt was a skilled lover, switching positions fluidly, shifting her around the bed. They were in harmony, He fucked her first missionary, then there was a phase of oral again, leading to a 69 with her on top. Access was granted and he fucked her in various positions, going deep with her legs over his shoulders, from behind with her gripping the bedstead. He was back in her mouth during another 69 during a break in intercourse before Viv climbed on top, straddled taking him all the way up inside. Leaning back, she tickled his balls and he thumbed her exposed clitoris, her rocking up, down, forward and back. She was panting, pushing down hard and eyes closed she climaxed with a shudder and a squawk.
Flopping herself forward, Matt swept her hair from her face to accept a kiss. He was still hard, no doubt on the brink himself and gently moved her onto her back, parted her thighs, mounted and entered. He was vigorous now, the end game, driving his cock home. She had one hand squeezing his ass and the other on the back of his head, urging him to finish inside her. “Cum in me, cum in me”. Matt was tearing at what was left of her stockings and with a growl and a final thrust, he clenched, discharging his seed, filling my wife’s thankful cunt before collapsing exhausted next to her. Viv lay across his chest as he breathed heavily. I stepped quietly back from the bedroom leaving them to recover and headed to one of the spare rooms for the night. He could have her in his arms until morning.
Not long after, I heard the shower running in our ensuite and footsteps down and then back up the stairs.
It was then quiet, and I must have drifted off to sleep. I awoke to the sound of activity along the landing. Glancing at my phone it was just after 5.30 a.m. On this occasion, I decided to let them enjoy some privacy. Listening to her being fucked is different and yet almost just as arousing as witnessing it first hand. It was about 10 minutes of noisy fast morning sex. The distinctive sounds of Viv gratefully receiving and cumming on a hard cock. Quiet now, I heard steps along the landing and our bathroom door closing. My wife appeared in her bath robe and sat on the bed next to me. “Hello you, are you awake” she asked quietly. I sat up and smiled and as she got closer, I immediately noticed a few drops of spunk on her face. She said that Matt was showering and was feeling a bit awkward so she had told him maybe just to leave quietly, let him process this. I also thought that was for the best. Its not everyday you end up in bed between the legs of your friends wife.
Later he messaged with utmost respect and appreciation. The secret would be safe with him.
