My Best Friend And My Wife. No Idea What I Now Do?

It’s funny you read about these sexual advantages that people have but never think you could ever be one of those people writing about your own.

My name is Roy and I’ve been married to Karen for thirty one years. My best friend since college days has been John. We met at college and have been inseparable since our teens; we even worked for the same company some years ago. John married Sarah a couple of years after I married Karen. We enjoyed socialising, our kids played together, and we even holidayed together as families. All this ended two years ago when Sarah sadly passed away after a short but traumatic illness.

John’s children had all left home so John spent a lot of time with us as we cared for him. It went from a couple going out for days, having dinner, going to the cinema etc to us three doing most things together. Things however got weird about six months ago.

After a boozy Saturday evening, John was telling us how much he missed the physical relationship with Sarah but said he just couldn’t imagine having that level of intimacy with another woman. To this point, he hadn’t and didn’t want to meet anybody else. Karen out of the blue rather surprised us both when she offered to give him a hand job; if it was OK with me! I didn’t really know what to say or do but agreed. It was strange to see John’s cock in my wife’s small hand as she expertly wanked him to orgasm. She later asked if I was OK with her doing this? I wasn’t sure but knew John has really enjoyed himself.

A couple of weeks later the same thing happened again on a Saturday night. The second time Karen let John feel her tits over her dress as she gave him a hand job, I enjoyed the spectacle and again didn’t object. The weekend after he actually had his hands in her dress feeling my wife’s tits as she relieved him. I went along with it but wasn’t happy that Karen was actually being touched; however, John was so grateful I didn’t say anything.

Then as the weekend’s progressed the touching became more intimate. I started wanking as I watched them. I liked it when my best friend got his hand in Karen’s panties and started to finger her; however, as soon as I came I was sooooo jealous I wanted to punch him. This then became a common theme; I would really enjoy them fooling about up to the point I came and then hate what I was seeing. It was like a Jekyll and Hyde thing! I would even encourage them to go further than straight after my orgasm hate it.

I started delaying my orgasm, watching for longer before getting my cock out and sometimes pinching the end to stop myself cumming. John and Karen progressed to oral sex. First, she took John in her mouth but didn’t let him cum and then John slid her panties to the side and licked her pussy. I loved watching them until I came!

Then the inevitable happened. After another boozy Saturday night, my best friend and my wife were virtually naked as I watched John’s cock disappear into Karen’s pussy. He fucked my wife and I was in heaven. When he had finished I took over and fucked my wife harder than I have for years and had one of the best orgasm’s I’ve ever had. Then the guilt, anger and jealously hit me. My best friend had used my lovely wife as a spunk bucket and his mess was now all over me and my wife. I wanted to hit him. Afterwards, I asked my wife to stop her physical relationship with John as I was struggling with it.

The next day I told John who broke down crying telling me he had fallen in love with Karen and wanted to be with her. He said his life was meaningless without her and he would kill himself if he couldn’t be with her. Thankfully, Karen doesn’t feel the same but what a fucking mess!!! They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, I have no idea what to do?