I let my husband's friend use me

My husband has a friend who hasn’t had sex in years and has basically given up. My husband once said he felt so bad for him he was tempted to let him sleep with me. The idea mortified me. I couldn’t have been less attracted to him. He’s a super nice guy, but overweight and not very attractive. The thought of stepping out on my husband made me feel sick.

Still, the idea lingered.

When I asked his friend about his love life, it was worse than I thought. He’s only slept with two women in his life, and it’s been five years since he last had sex. He said he doesn’t even masturbate anymore. He’s just given up. I offered to set him up with a friend, but he got annoyed and left. My husband later said I should’ve dropped it.

Eventually we talked about the possibility of involving him but decided against it.

Until that Friday.

He came over after work. They were drinking when I got home from the gym. I kissed my husband and said hello. I could feel his eyes on me in my tight gymshark outfit. I showered and came downstairs in only a dressing gown and a black thong.

They were watching TV. I sat between them and hugged my husband. I lifted my legs to the side and the robe slipped slightly, flashing him. It wasn’t completely intentional, but after everything we’d talked about, I didn’t mind if he saw. He shifted awkwardly and moved to the other sofa, saying he was giving me room to stretch. I stretched further, exposing more thigh. His eyes widened. He excused himself to get drinks.

My husband noticed and whispered that teasing him was mean. I said, “Who said anything about teasing?” He grinned and set rules: I couldn’t kiss him or blow him, and he couldn’t cum inside me. I said I only really wanted him to watch anyway.

When his friend came back, my robe had fallen open slightly, exposing my breasts. He immediately apologised and told me I was exposed and should cover up. It was such a sweet gesture. My husband said, “They are nice, aren’t they?” He nodded, embarrassed. I thanked him and asked if he wanted to see them properly. He looked at my husband, who nodded.

I opened my robe fully and pushed my breasts together for him. His expression, disbelief, hunger, awe, turned me on more than I expected.

My husband told him to come and play with them. His hands were cold and gentle, squeezing them like it was his first time touching a woman. I could see his cock growing hard beneath his jeans.

We kept drinking. He was still hard. After a while he went to the bathroom for a long time. I knew exactly what he was doing. When he came back, I told my husband, who laughed and said I should put him out of his misery.

I asked him bluntly if he’d finished. He apologised and said I was just so beautiful and it wouldn’t go away. I told him, “Aww, poor boy… would you like some help?”

I was drunk by then, confident, turned on by the praise.

I sat next to him, grabbed his hands and placed them back on my breasts. Then I undid his belt. His cock sprang free. It was small, and his belly got slightly in the way, but I wrapped my hand around him and started jerking slowly. He leaned forward and sucked my nipples while I whispered comforting words to him.

My husband sat there drinking and watching.

I slid to my knees in front of him and wrapped my big breasts around his cock, sliding them up and down while continuing to jerk him off between them. He groaned, overwhelmed.

Then my husband came over and stopped me. He turned me around and bent me over, pulling my thong to the side and exposing my pussy for the first time.

“Look how wet she is,” he said.

I was dripping.

He guided me back onto his friend’s cock. I moaned as he entered me. I couldn’t really feel him fully because he wasn’t very big, but watching him enjoy me, watching his face while he was inside me, turned me on. The idea that this man I’d once found gross was now inside me, overwhelmed, made my lust spike.

My husband pulled his cock out and I started sucking my husband. while I was being slowly fucked. My knees began to hurt, so I lay back, opened my legs wide, and pulled his friend’s head between my thighs. He eagerly ate my pussy, licking and sucking desperately. I moaned loudly and even pretended to orgasm to give him confidence.

Then my husband bent me over again and started fucking me hard, the way I love. I moaned over and over while his friend stood in front of me jerking himself off, watching.

I looked at him and said, “I want that cum now.”

He stood up, stroking himself right in front of my face. My husband grabbed my hair and forced me to look up. “Open your mouth,” he told me. I opened willingly. He pushed his cock deep into my mouth and started thrusting while still fucking me from behind. Every thrust made me take him deeper.

He said he was about to cum. I pulled off and looked up at him. “Yes, give me all that cum.”

My husband grabbed my hair again and pushed me back onto his cock as he came hard into my mouth. I felt filled from both ends. The intensity sent me shaking as I orgasmed. I pulled off, cum dripping from my mouth, and told my husband I was cumming. He fucked me harder until he came inside me, pulsing deep.

His friend’s cock was still near my face. I licked him clean while my husband slowly fucked me through his orgasm.

Afterwards I lay there, cum dripping from my mouth and between my legs.

I definitely wouldn’t do it again.

But helping him finally release was intense. his friend couldn’t believe it said now beautiful I was a brought me flowers the next day. My husband had to have a few words with him.