Honeymoon - 1

A very good friend of mine, with whom I spent almost every day for many years, bought a house where he lived with his girlfriend, later his wife. This was not in the same village where we used to hang out together and I myself got married some time later. Strangely enough, it means that you hardly see each other anymore. We did go to each other's wedding, but the visits back and forth became less and less, without us really alienating each other. Some time ago I had to be in the area for work, which I immediately combined with a visit to my boyfriend and his wife. He has a very attractive wife, I must say, although I have no complaints on that front myself. When I arrived at their place, my boyfriend hadn't come home from work yet, and according to his wife, it could be another hour. Not that this was an issue for her or for me. She didn't mind keeping me company for a while and I had let my wife know that I'd rather stay with my friend for a while and catch up.

After my friend's wife had made coffee and we were drinking it sitting opposite each other, I noticed that there was a very attractive woman sitting opposite me, in a sexy dress that was very short and her beautiful legs were exposed to millimeters of her crotch. let. But after she shifted her position once, I discovered that she was not wearing any panties and, moreover, made little effort to hide this from me.

I'm not made of stone, so when she spread her legs a little and I could see almost all of her attractive pussy, I got a decent erection.

She also realized that and partly because she looked at it with a horny glint in her eyes, I didn't bother to hide it from her either.

Suddenly she said to me:

You seem to like the fact that you're looking at my pussy. Because I see a nice bulge in your pants. I'd like to see what's causing the bubble. Can I take it out of your pants please?

She didn't even wait for my answer, but came down on my knee and started to unbutton my pants. I knew I should stop now, but when she took out my cock, caressing it pleasantly, she asked me:

Grab me by my cunt, fuck me with your fingers while I play with that delicious cock of yours. I really need some horniness. Please get me ready!

I forgot for a moment that this couldn't be done. I had once made an agreement with my wife that a slip of ours never had to mean the end of our marriage, so that was not the issue. But to sit down and get horny with your best friend's wife is another matter.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed this horny play, until she pulled my fingers from her cunt and slid off my lap. She thereby said:

I want more of that nice cock!

She then gulped it deep into her mouth. She sucked it very horny while she took off my shoes and pants with her hands. Then she played with her hands on my balls and the part of my cock that wasn't in her mouth. Her horny moans at the same time took the last brakes away from me. A short time later she got up, took off her little dress under which she appeared to be completely naked and said:

Now I want it in my pussy! I'm going to fuck you nice and horny and get ready with that amazing cock deep in my cunt, but promise not to cum in my cunt!

She crawled onto my lap again, but this time with her legs on either side next to me. She sent the head of my cock to her wet slit and then sank down on it with a groan of pleasure. She started fucking it like a madman and soon moaned:

Oh yeah! I'm going to cum with that amazing cock in my cunt! How good is this! How horny this is! I ko-o-o-om!

For a moment she sat so still after enjoying herself, after which she slid off me again.Now you.

she said and bit my cock, which must now taste like her own cunt, back into my mouth and she blew me off in no time. Not a drop was lost and grunting with pleasure she swallowed everything.

When my cock had gone limp and I could think clearly again, I felt a huge regret come over me. Not because of the infidelity with my wife, because she probably wouldn't get angry about it. That wouldn't be fair either, because our agreement was there. I had never taken advantage of that until now, but she had let someone else fuck her twice during two different bachelor parties of her friends. She had told me that immediately afterwards and assured me that it was purely due to a combination of alcohol and lust and that one time she didn't even know the name of the guy she had fucked with. So I resolved to tell her what I had done as soon as I got home. That was not the problem.

But I had fucked my best friend's wife. Even if she asked for it herself, you don't do that to your best friend! I would disclose my misconduct to him for at least tonight, even if it meant the end of our friendship and possibly the end of his marriage.

She was still stark naked on the floor licking my cock and balls when all of a sudden my boyfriend was in the room. He hardly seemed surprised and his wife just continued sucking and licking my genitals. He looked at the scene for a moment and then asked:

Have you just started, or have you already fucked?

I could not utter a word, but his wife answered:

Both. I just fucked him nice and drank his delicious cum, but just started making his cock hard again so he can fuck me and I can taste that goodness again. I want to feel that horny cock of his in my cunt one more time and cum!

My friend said:

OK. Do your best delicious horny slut of mine. I'll go grab some food in the kitchen in the meantime.

It only became clear to me much later that he was going to do something completely different in that kitchen. Now that the tension about our friendship was no longer an issue, I could relax and enjoy what happened to me. As a result, it didn't even take that long before my cock was back to full strength. As soon as the time came she lay down on the floor with her legs apart and said in a horny voice:

Take off the rest of your clothes and lie on top of me. Ram your cock in my cunt and fuck me like your life depended on it, then squirt your load back into my mouth, I can't get enough!

With pleasure I did everything she asked of me, but when I wanted to get up she said:

Wait a minute, I want you to go home with a clean cock, so I'll also lick my own horn off your cock, balls and pubic hair!

While she was doing that, my friend came out of the kitchen. He had no pants on and a huge erect cock. Standing next to us he waited for his wife to finish licking me clean. Then he said: You probably want another sip and I want to get rid of it, so have another drink!

I then saw that she immediately gulped down his cock and sucked it off. Without missing a drop, she soon swallowed his cum as well.

Although I was stunned by this unexpected sex experience, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Apparently my friend and his wife did too, because with a very satisfied look in their eyes they sank down side by side on the couch, without hiding their nakedness. I sat down in an armchair opposite them and had, it seemed, a surprised expression on my face. My friend then said:

It may seem strange to you what has happened now, but my lovely wife is used to having men come to visit here and she fucks them. I myself am a big fan of voyeurism and like to watch her pussy get filled with cock over and over. Usually we get to work shortly after, just the two of us, because fucking with other men by her and watching it by me, we consider mainly as foreplay. But since I don't want to send you away and chat with you just yet, I had to let go of my quack.

This explanation left me more puzzled than understanding. Together with his wife, they then started to talk about their wild sex life. After some explanation I interrupted them and asked:

Why don't you write that down and send it to, for example, Opwindend.net. Such stories will be enjoyed by many people.

My friend indicated that he was not much of a writer and his wife felt the same way about herself. I indicated that I regretted that, to which my friend said:

I know you can write well. Now if I tell you things, you can write it down and publish it.

We agreed to actually do that. He was going to tell, of which I would make notes. I would then work it out at home and check back with them to see if it all made sense. He started his story, which sometimes seemed a bit exaggerated to me, but the experience of that evening and the fact that he showed me how the mirror in the room worked, so that he had seen everything, convinced me that there was much of it is true. His wife would stay with him when he told. On the one hand because she could interrupt when things were said that didn't make sense to her, but mainly to help my boyfriend and me get rid of our erect cocks when the story got too exciting.

He started to talk, but after a while I asked him not to continue. It was all so much and so horny that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to write it down accurately. We would leave it for the day and I would write it down. Then visit them to check it and start working on the follow-up after approval. My friend also said:

Then make sure you have a nice full bag, because my wife will really want to fuck you again before telling the story.After further agreeing that I should not mention any names, my friend began his story, which I shall reproduce here, as far as possible, almost verbatim, as if I were telling it myself.

However, it has become a very long story, over 83,000 words in total, so I will submit it in parts. I visited them several times before and every time I came I first fucked his wife which gave me more and more faith that it all really happened. He started like this:

When I proposed to my wife for the first time, she answered with a firm

no

. I thought it was too early to ask her at the time (we hadn't known each other for a year) and left it at that for now. About ten months later I asked her again and that was also her answer

no

, but she added that I shouldn't spoil the relationship with her with that question. I didn't understand that at all, especially when I proposed to her for the third time a few months later, but then added that I would break off the relationship if she said no again without explanation, she burst into a heavy cry .

When she calmed down a bit she said:

Our relationship is indeed broken now, which I find very sad. Because I love you very much and don't want to lose you, but if I tell you why I don't want to marry you, I'm sure you won't want to marry me anymore. And if I don't tell you, you might as well leave me. However, I think you have at least the right to know why. I am addicted to sex. Although I try to fight it, I just have to have a hard cock regularly to suck, fuck and swallow the horny. Just a horny fuck cock to have fun with. I can't do that with you. If I make love to you then there is no horny sex. With you I melt together in a heavenly delight and I feel completely one. I don't come horny then, but experience an extremely tasty satisfaction. For many people there will be no difference, but for me there will be. Because I can't do without that other sex, I've been fucking with others quite a few times in the time that we've known each other. I had meters of cock in my cunt and I drank liters of semen (later it became clear to me that this was a bit exaggerated of her) and I love it. Marrying you wouldn't be fair. Then I pledge allegiance to you, knowing that I cannot be. So far I haven't talked about it, so I haven't lied about it, but I did regret every time I sewed and then came back to you. When I'm not with you I'm an untamable horny slut, constantly looking for hard cocks to suck and fuck as much as possible. Now that you know you'll puke on me and never want to see me again, I understand that, but I can't tell you how much that hurts me

.

Once during our relationship I had fucked another girl and then also found out that there was a big difference between fucking and making love. That girl was only seventeen years old, but she was horny as hell and she was fucking four different guys that night alone, one of which was me. It would have been great to stick my cock in that tight hot pussy and then squirt my horn into her mouth a moment later, but what she thought was not important at the time. When I fucked my girlfriend, who would later become my wife, I wanted to make sure she enjoyed it as or more than I did, and that makes all the difference. I didn't want to lose her either and moreover I was free-thinking enough to be able to separate horny sex and love from each other. Therefore, after a short pause, I replied:

Well, you have now told me something about yourself that I did not know yet, but I have not yet received an answer to my question from you: Will you marry me?

She looked at me in surprise and said:

I don't think you hear what I said at all, do you? I just told you that I've been fucking, getting cocks stuck in my cunt that didn't belong to you while we've had intercourse for a long time. Besides, I just told you I will continue to do so, as long as there are guys willing to ram their hard cock into my ever-open cunt! I'm a horny slut with only one hobby, and that's to fuck, fuck and fuck again with any guy who wants to offer me his hard cock! That's the last thing you would want from your wife, isn't it?

Very calmly and soberly I replied:

I can hear you. You are addicted to sex and often in need of cock, but at the same time you have made it clear to me in an unmistakable way how much you love me, so that it comes down to saying what you would have said, I am addicted to cigarettes and don't want to quit smoking, that's why I can't marry you so one more time, will you marry me?

I still didn't get a direct answer. Instead, she responded a little offended with:

So you think smoking a cigarette is the same as having sex?

Of course I didn't mean it that way, so I told her:

If I were a severe asthmatic, and you were heavily addicted to nicotine, you could be faced with the choice of either quitting smoking or ending our relationship. It is then easier said than done to quit smoking, especially if you don't really want to miss that smoking pleasure for yourself, then it is almost impossible to stop. That's what I mean in your case with sex. You're addicted to it and if you marry me you should stop fucking other men, but you really don't want to miss that pleasure, so stopping is almost impossible. But if I told you with my asthma that your smoking wouldn't bother me, we could stay together and you could just keep smoking. And that's what I mean by asking if you want to marry me.

She looked at me in surprise and then said:

So you would accept if I married you that I just let other men fuck me as much as I do now? If so, then my answer is YES!

Pleased I said to her:

Yes that's what I mean and I'm glad you say yes. I only have one condition

.

She looked concerned again and asked what that condition was. I said

That you don't hide from me fucking other men anymore, but every time you have another cock stuck in your cunt, you tell me that, no matter how often that may be

.

She jumped into my arms with tears in her eyes and said:

Oh baby, you make me so happy, I love to fuck horny guys so much, but I love you so much, this is the ideal combination for me. I don't want to fuck now but make love to you and do whatever you like!

I was happy too and we made love for almost three hours straight. When we drank a glass afterwards, sitting naked close together, I said:

Oh, and one more thing, if you get horny in the future and there's a guy nearby who wants to fuck you, you don't have to worry about me being there either. In fact, I would like to watch you get fucked.