MF, cheat, wife
an original story posted only here on Kristin's Board
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When my wife Kellie and I did have a party, we had it big. Our house is pretty big, we have 4 guest bedrooms, and usually those are taken by some drunk couples that can't drive home - which is how we want it. Sometimes we even have a few more use our couches and inflatable mattresses, but usually it's just a few couples.
Mark is one of my best friends, and one of a few left unmarried. We're all in our mid-30s, and most of the people we hang out with are couples, but Mark is pretty cool and brings fun people to our parties.
I don't blame him for being single - he's a good-looking guy and he gets more pussy than anyone I've ever seen. Of course, he knows it, and so he only really concentrates on one thing -getting drunk. If there's alcohol around, he's drinking as much as he can, so during our parties, he always ends up staying over - usually with a female companion, sometimes a married one. I've spent 3 nights outside the guestroom door, listening to him work over a married woman, drunk as all hell, as I spanked outside in the hallway. I'm not proud of it, it's just a fact.
Naturally, I had thought about him with my wife many times, sometimes even hoping to catch them one day screwing around. But it never happened - my wife would play along when she and I fucked, fantasizing about different men screwing her, but while she liked him as a friend, she couldn't stand the way he used women, and any time I brought up anything perverted involving him for real, she would shoot it down immediately. After awhile, I gave up, and relegated it to the back of my head for my own fantasies.
So I invited Mark to the party, knowing he would be fun, and indeed, he brought 2 girls with him and proceeded to get blasted, but in his own way, not in a dick way. We had a great evening and around 3 a.m., everyone started filtering out. We showed 2 of our married couples to a couple of guest bedrooms in the basement to sleep off their night.
I found Mark on the downstairs couch, slumped over and trashed out of his mind, and I basically carried him upstairs to the main guest bedroom down the hall from the master bedroom. He managed to wake up enough to stumble into the bathroom and take a piss, then I helped him to the bedroom and he ripped off his clothes down to his boxers and dropped into the queen-sized bed at a diagonal, pretty much out before he hit the pillow. I didn't bother to fix him, just threw a blanket over him.
I went to look for Kellie, knowing she had gotten pretty well lit, but thinking she was coherent. Not so. I found her in the downstairs bathroom, laying on the tile floor, mumbling something about blue daquiries and copper camels. I gathered her off the floor and had to literally carry her upstairs, although thankfully her 117 pounds was much lighter than Mark's 190 or so.
Kellie loves to fuck when she's drunk, and I was hoping to get a good hard one in before she drifted off, but even I knew that she was probably too far gone for that. As I dragged her towards our bedroom, I passed Mark's room, and I heard him rolling over in the bed and mumbling something unintelligible, and that's when I stopped dead in the hallway.
I'm pretty sure that if Mark hadn't made any noise at that exact moment, that I wouldn't have had the thought that I had, and that I would've taken Kellie to bed and fucked her mostly wasted body either that night or the next morning. But he did make a noise, and my next thought was of Mark pumping my drunk wife full of cum after fucking her senseless. The rise in my jeans was instant, and being pretty well drunk didn't help matters any.
I had no idea if anything would happen, or if it should, or how horrible I was for even thinking of doing it, much less doing it, but I found myself opening the guest bedroom door and holding Kellie up as I stripped her down, just like I always would in our bedroom. She was half-standing and letting me, but not really opening her eyes any, and when I got her naked she layed down on the bed, not realizing someone was in it on the other side. I put a blanket on her, too, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. I stepped back and held my breath, not knowing what would happen next.
I'm not sure why I was so worried. Mark was on the verge of snoring, and Kellie just flopped her arm over his sleeping lump under his blanket and was fast asleep. Neither of them would remember me moving them, so I knew I was safe there, but I had no idea what to do until they woke up.
Since the other couples were downstairs in bedrooms, I thought about going down to listen, but I knew I might miss something upstairs, and that I better be in bed if Kellie suddenly woke up and realized where she was. So I opened up the door to their room so I could hear, and went down the hall to lay in bed.
I got no sleep at first, of course, slowly jacking my cock as I imagined Kellie, naked in bed with Mark. All sorts of scenarios went through my head, and I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep when I startled myself awake. I looked at the clock, seeing I had slept for only about 40 minutes, and listened intently. I thought I heard something, rustling or movement, but I couldn't be sure, and I didn't want to get caught sneaking down the hallway, so I stayed in bed. That's when I heard "the moan".
You know the moan, guys. It's the one your wife or girlfriend utters when you finally penetrate her fully, she moans in satisfaction at that thrust where your full length is inside her, that moan that only a lover hears. I heard that moan coming from my wife, and I was instantly at the doorway, listening even harder.
They were just whispers, but in the dark and quiet house, I could easily make them out.
"Oh, yes, fuck me honey, fuck me so hard" she groaned. "God your cock feels so big, baby, give it to me." She trailed off as the slight squeak of the older bed became a rhythmic sound, not even stopping as my wife moaned out her orgasm a few minutes into it. Mark never stopped, though, and that's when Kellie realized something was wrong - I always have to stop shortly after she cums. I heard the squeaking stop and her muffled cry of "oh shit!".
I heard Mark ask "what" as she told him to get off her, and I was about to run back to the bedroom when they started talking.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you, either, Kellie, I just found this hot body in bed next to me and I had to have it, you know?" Mark said truthfully. He probably wasn't lying, either, not that he would've cared if he DID know it was Kellie.
"Fuck fuck fuck" Kellie swore under her breath. "We can't do this, I don't cheat, and we have to stop before.... I mean..." she stopped.
Mark chuckled. "Kellie, the only one that hasn't finished is me," he said. "To be honest, I don't think I've ever felt a woman cum so hard as you just did".
She laughed, too, quietly. "I know, I'm sorry" she said softly. "I thought it was.. well, you know".
"Is that why you remarked at how big I felt" Mark asked her.
"It just felt like... big, like really bigger than normal" Kellie said. "Not that my husband is small or anythi....OH!!" she exclaimed. A silence followed, probably almost a minute. "That is bigger" she said, and I knew she had his still-hard cock in his hand. "Fuck, it's a lot bigger" she added with a light laugh.
"Anyway, I have to go, Mark, I can't do this, what if he wakes up?" Kellie said.
"Kellie, you know that technically, we've already fucked, it's not like you can take it back" Mark said. I begrudgingly had to agree, the guy was right (and smooth). "It's not like you'd be doing anything else wrong if you just helped me finish" he added.
"It would be horrible of me to leave you like that" I heard her say, her voice tinged with anticipation. The blankets rustled, and again I heard the moan.
"Talk filthy to me, Kellie, make me cum" Mark groaned as he fucked my wife. She knew from years of talking to me in bed, just what men liked to hear.
"Fuck me with your big cock, Mark, fuck me hard and long, make me cum again, give me every inch" she whispered loudly.
"More" he moaned as the squeaking quickened.
"Fuck your best friend's wife, fuck her like you know she wants it, fuck her better than she's ever been fucked before, Mark, god please fuck me so hard..." her sentence ended in a squeal as she again orgasmed for Mark's cock, and this time her spasms brought him over the edge, and I heard him groan out his orgasm as his cock pumped deep inside Kellie's cunt, the two of them cumming together frantically.
I knew my time was up, and I crept back down the hallway, got in bed and turned over to face the wall. Kellie came in a few minutes later, went to the bathroom for about 10 minutes, then got into bed smelling of soap and a little perfume.
She shook me lightly to see if I would respond, but I held still and she turned over and went to sleep quickly.
Eventually I went to sleep too, because I woke up around 5 a.m. when Kellie got out of bed to use the bathroom. Except when she came out of the bathroom, she left the bedroom. I held my breath and was rewarded when I heard her giggle and say "I want to be on top", followed by a sigh of contentment and desire a moment later.