Straight Female / 36
One Time Thing
I married my high school sweetheart, when I was 23 years old. We now have 5 kids together, and in general live a very normal suburban life. We also share the hobby of running, and are both ultramarathon runners. We have a lot of mutual friends and we spend a lot of our free time with those friends, most of whom we've known since elementary school.
We had our first child immediately following college (I got pregnant during my last semester), so baby 1 was about 8 months old when we got married. For about 9 months after we married, we lived in one of my older sister's house, while we saved to buy our first place. This story takes place while we lived in the basement of my sister's house.
My husband's good friend and my good friend were marrying soon, and we accompanied them to some planning event they had for their wedding. Afterwards, they took us out for drinks, which eventually led to the four of us going back to our place (my sister's basement) and having a number of additional drinks. We got pretty sloppy by the end. To the point that my friend and I decided to take our tops off and compare boobs in front of our significant others. They both got a kick out of that. Eventually my husband was too drunk to keep his eyes open and said he was going to bed. I walked with him to the bedroom and told him I was horny and needed him before he passed out. He said okay, but while I was changing out of my clothes and into pajamas (workout shorts and a loose tanktop) he passed out anyways. He wouldn't wake up no matter what I tried. I even tried riding him while he slept, but he wouldn't stay hard for more than a few seconds at a time.
I gave up on him and went back to my friends to keep enjoying the night, but when I got there, my friend was passed out on the couch. I looked at her boyfriend (my husband's friend) and said I'm up for one more if he is, and we high fived. He was an attractive guy, but I had known him as my bf or husband's friend since I was 15, so I never thought of him in any other way than that before. It immediately felt a little weird. I was sitting on the ground and he was on the couch, by his fiancé's feet. He looked down at me at some point and chuckled and said he couldn't believe we both showed them our boobs tonight. Me, being sloppy drunk, thought it would be funny to let the shoulders of my shirt down, allowing my shirt to slip past my boobs, and said something dumb like, "can you believe it now?". He said I better put them away because it was starting to get him a little too excited. I looked at his crotch and said it looked like his shorts were getting a little tight and giggled. He said it's not funny because yes they were. I told him to show me. He blushed and didn't sat anything. I reached for it and he pushed my hand away and he said "fine". He pulled it out and while he sat there with his hard dick in his hand, I stood up and pulled my shorts to the side, and sat on his lap, his cock sliding into me, as I was already wet from trying to fuck my husband. I rode him for about 10 seconds before we both realized what a bad idea that was, right next to his fiancé sleeping on the couch. I led him down the hallway, to a storage room, and told him to lay down. I took my shirt off and rode him again for another 5-10 minutes (lol alcohol makes the time fly sometimes). Then he told me to lay on my stomach. I found a blanket and put it down and laid myself on it. He laid on me and fucked me hard from behind, while rubbing my clit with his hand. Maybe 5 minutes into that and he asked if I was on the pill. I said yes. I could feel him pumping harder and squeezing my ass harder and rubbing harder. I knew he was about to cum in me. This sent me over the edge, and I started orgasming before him. He then put one hand on one of my boobs, one on my back, kissed my shoulder, while pumping his cum deep into me. We laid there for a few minutes until his dick got soft and fell our of me. We didn't embrace or kiss. We just got up and went to bed with our partners.
We've literally never talked about it, to this day (13 years later), and we're still very good friends with both of them. He's never flirted with me again or remotely hinted that we should do it again. It was just a perfect storm of alcohol and horniness that led to us both jumping at the opportunity to have each other for one incredible experience.
We had our first child immediately following college (I got pregnant during my last semester), so baby 1 was about 8 months old when we got married. For about 9 months after we married, we lived in one of my older sister's house, while we saved to buy our first place. This story takes place while we lived in the basement of my sister's house.
My husband's good friend and my good friend were marrying soon, and we accompanied them to some planning event they had for their wedding. Afterwards, they took us out for drinks, which eventually led to the four of us going back to our place (my sister's basement) and having a number of additional drinks. We got pretty sloppy by the end. To the point that my friend and I decided to take our tops off and compare boobs in front of our significant others. They both got a kick out of that. Eventually my husband was too drunk to keep his eyes open and said he was going to bed. I walked with him to the bedroom and told him I was horny and needed him before he passed out. He said okay, but while I was changing out of my clothes and into pajamas (workout shorts and a loose tanktop) he passed out anyways. He wouldn't wake up no matter what I tried. I even tried riding him while he slept, but he wouldn't stay hard for more than a few seconds at a time.
I gave up on him and went back to my friends to keep enjoying the night, but when I got there, my friend was passed out on the couch. I looked at her boyfriend (my husband's friend) and said I'm up for one more if he is, and we high fived. He was an attractive guy, but I had known him as my bf or husband's friend since I was 15, so I never thought of him in any other way than that before. It immediately felt a little weird. I was sitting on the ground and he was on the couch, by his fiancé's feet. He looked down at me at some point and chuckled and said he couldn't believe we both showed them our boobs tonight. Me, being sloppy drunk, thought it would be funny to let the shoulders of my shirt down, allowing my shirt to slip past my boobs, and said something dumb like, "can you believe it now?". He said I better put them away because it was starting to get him a little too excited. I looked at his crotch and said it looked like his shorts were getting a little tight and giggled. He said it's not funny because yes they were. I told him to show me. He blushed and didn't sat anything. I reached for it and he pushed my hand away and he said "fine". He pulled it out and while he sat there with his hard dick in his hand, I stood up and pulled my shorts to the side, and sat on his lap, his cock sliding into me, as I was already wet from trying to fuck my husband. I rode him for about 10 seconds before we both realized what a bad idea that was, right next to his fiancé sleeping on the couch. I led him down the hallway, to a storage room, and told him to lay down. I took my shirt off and rode him again for another 5-10 minutes (lol alcohol makes the time fly sometimes). Then he told me to lay on my stomach. I found a blanket and put it down and laid myself on it. He laid on me and fucked me hard from behind, while rubbing my clit with his hand. Maybe 5 minutes into that and he asked if I was on the pill. I said yes. I could feel him pumping harder and squeezing my ass harder and rubbing harder. I knew he was about to cum in me. This sent me over the edge, and I started orgasming before him. He then put one hand on one of my boobs, one on my back, kissed my shoulder, while pumping his cum deep into me. We laid there for a few minutes until his dick got soft and fell our of me. We didn't embrace or kiss. We just got up and went to bed with our partners.
We've literally never talked about it, to this day (13 years later), and we're still very good friends with both of them. He's never flirted with me again or remotely hinted that we should do it again. It was just a perfect storm of alcohol and horniness that led to us both jumping at the opportunity to have each other for one incredible experience.
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