My Wife was too turned on to Stop!

By: Anomalous

Hello,

My wife and I were best friends long before we ever got together. She'd actually been really close with my college girlfriend, which meant she'd witnessed, up close, just how toxic that relationship became. Back then, my girlfriend was constantly cheating with a particular guy, and weirdly, I'd found myself turned on by it. She had taken advantage of that and that relationship had turned into a messy cycle of extremely sexual heartbreak over and over. My wife knew all about that side of me, the strange turn-on I had for sharing that had come from it. Still, it was something that never came up during the first few years of our marriage.

A few years in, she'd gone back to grad school, while I was working full time. At work, I had a regular social group, seven or eight guys, who hit up happy hour down the street once a week. Since my wife and I are one of those disgusting couples who are pretty much attached at the hip, she started showing up to these happy hours pretty early on. She'd drive over after class, honestly she was able to mix perfectly into the group.

Despite being the only woman, she became, "One of the guys," almost instantly. She could outdrink most of them, she was the epitome of sarcastic wit, and gave really great advice about girls, work, life, whatever random bullshit came up. But I wasn't stupid. My wife's attractive. So I knew she wasn't entirely just "one of the guys."

Of course, because she and I are so alike, the guy she got on with most was also my closest friend in the group. We'll call him Tim. They'd chat the most, joke together, etc. Sometimes, when the happy hour crowd thinned, the three of us would end up at Tim's house, hanging out late into the night.

Things shifted about five months in, one drunken night when my wife and I were having sex. Earlier that week, one of her classmates had hit on her, and she'd basically been like, "Bro, I'm married, no." That night, tipsy and horny, I brought it up, half-joking, and asked if there were any guys she'd ever consider sleeping with if there were no repercussions. Tim made the top of the list. That was the first time we had talked about that fantasy of us sharing her with him. Suddenly, it became a regular part of our sex life, and it very clearly turned both of us on immensely.

But we never actually talked about doing it for real. She'd hated the way my college relationship devolved, and I never wanted to risk what we had. Even just fantasizing was enough for me, and I kept the wilder hopes locked down, remembering how adamantly she used to be against sharing.

Then, a couple of months later, things escalated once more.

It was a Friday, another happy hour night. The group was smaller than usual, and after a few drinks, people started dipping out early. For some reason that I honestly can't remember, instead of heading to Tim's after, we all went back to our place, which was much more of a trek. We sat out on the patio, drinking late into the night.

At one point, I went inside to use the bathroom and grab another beer. When I came back out, both of them were sitting there red-faced like kids caught in the act. I found my clear brain hoping I'd walked in on something, that the red facedness was exactly what I thought. But I let it go, and we kept drinking.

It got late. We offered to let Tim crash in our guest room, which was right across the hall from our bedroom. He thought that was a good idea, and pretty soon after we all turned in.

I climbed into bed before my wife, horny and restless, adrenaline making me shake a bit as I was excited to ask her what that had been about outside earlier. When she came in, I asked if she minded checking to see if Tim needed anything (we hadn't hosted anyone in the guest room yet).

She hesitated for a moment and then said, almost sheepishly, "Maybe you should. He's your friend." Immediately, my stomach dropped and my heart started to race.

I think even tipsy she realized that wasn't something she'd usually say. She sat on the bed beside me and admitted that she didn't trust herself to have restraint like she was. I could feel the adrenaline humming through my body and I was shaking like crazy with nerves. I asked her straight up if this had anything to do with why they'd looked so guilty earlier, and she nodded.

She told me they'd kissed.

A waaave of emotion hit. Horniness, adrenaline, jealousy, anxiety. Even tipsy, she felt terrible, worried she'd hurt us. But I was too turned on to be angry. I reassured her as best I could, told her it was okay, that I honestly had been hoping that something had happened.

She still felt really shitty. She hated that we hadn't talked about it, she'd essentially BS'd herself into thinking I'd be fine with it because we'd been fantasizing so obviously I was into it. I told her that honestly I was so turned on that I wanted her to go check on Tim even more now.

She checked with me like three times to make sure I was sure and I wouldn't regret it in the morning. But as much as she was guilty and worried, she very clearly wanted to go. Finally, she left the bedroom, and left the door open behind her.

I lay there silent and shaking. Minutes passed, probably five or ten. It was so quiet I wondered if Tim actually needed something after all. Then, from across the hall, I started to hear the heavy breathing and the sound of their bodies moving. My heart went crazy. I slid my pants down, and stroking myself as quietly as I could.

At first it was just the soft sounds, breath, small movements. Then muffled moans, light bed creaks. I was beside myself, I'd shared my college gf but I'd never been present for it like this, and it had never been my wife. I was turned on more than I'd probably ever been, but also at the same time I was feeling a jittery, biting jealousy. I was almost afraid to finish, not sure how I'd feel after I'd cum.

The sounds grew louder. What started as quiet, muffled pleasure sounds became open and focused more on each other than the volume. I could hear her moans, his sighs, the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of them kissing. I was dizzy I was so beside myself.

But the talking. Holy fuck, the talking is what really got to me. At first they were hushed, but after a while they didn't seem like they were thinking about whether I could hear them or not. I'd been edging, but I almost came when I heard Tim say something along the lines of, "I've been wanting to do this to you for months," Doubly so when I heard my wife confess she'd wanted it too. It was obvious given that he was currently buried inside her, but hearing them admit it to each other just felt so wrong and raw and it sent me over the moon.

They talked a lot. They talked about each other's bodies, how good they felt, etc. The sex stretched on for hours while I lay there, jerking off to every sound. Sometimes I'd hear Tim say something about how incredible her body was, and she'd answer with some moaned compliment of her own.

Finally, I could tell they were winding down. Tim said something about being exhausted but not wanting it to end. She asked him something about cumming, and he confessed he was still really nervous about me and probably too tipsy. They kept going for a while more until I heard her cum for the final time.

Then it went silent again. For a long time, I lay there in the dark still not having cum myself. I was hoping they would go again, realizing I had been really hoping he would cum in her or on her before she came back.

After a while, she slipped back into the bedroom, naked and covered in sweat. She crawled into bed and kissed me, asking if we were okay, if that had still been ok. I told her yes, I was still extremely turned on. She offered to fuck, but admitted that she was really sore. It seemed shitty to make her do that for me, so instead, I had her curl up beside me and tell me all the details of what I'd heard, while I jerked off and ultimately had one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had.

Anomalous

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