My wife’s best friend made love with me

My wife and I met when we were in junior high. We lived in different towns that were right next to each other. When we were in high school we started dating and eventually we married. While in high school, we usually double dated with her best friend Helen and her boyfriend.

My wife and Helen were a complete contrast in looks. My wife is a blonde, fair skinned woman. She is about 5’3 and 105 lbs. Helen on the other hand has dark brown hair with a dark complexion. She is about 4’6 and 105 lbs. Their chest size was about the same but my wife was more compact while Helen is more leggy.

My wife was more of a tom boy who isn’t afraid to get dirty while Helen is all women who wouldn’t want to break a nail. My wife was a virgin who didn’t have sex with me until I was in college whereas Helen was known to put out. We all got along well and stayed friends throughout the years. My wife was her maid of honor at her wedding and I was a groomsman. Helen was the maid of honor at our wedding also.

Although the two of them stayed in touch, they didn’t have much time to spend together since we had a child and both had a lot going on in their lives. I was in my early twenties and spent a lot of time with the boys, drinking beer and playing basketball. My wife thought it would be a good idea if we all got together for a night out. She called Helen and asked if she wanted to go out this coming Friday night.

Helen said it would be great since her husband went on a fishing trip to Canada and she didn’t have much to do. When my wife told me the news, I was a little less than excited. I didn’t want to be a third wheel as they yapped about old times. I said that I would bring one of my beer drinking buddies along. Skip knew Helen from when we were in high school so there was no tension between anyone.

We met at our apartment and jumped into one vehicle and headed for the local bar. We all had fun drinking and talking. We moved from bar to bar, having a good time at them all. The last place we went was a trendy dance club. It was very crowded and easy to get lost in there.

I took Helen’s hand and said let’s dance. She was obviously looking to dance with anybody but Skip, who kind of looks like a troll. We got out to the floor and it was crowded. We went to the far side of the dance floor and danced to some hip hop dance garbage that was playing loudly.

I was surprised to see how buzzed Helen was. She was never much of a drinker. She looked good as she was wearing a tight little body suit type outfit. She was acting very friendly but this wasn’t too surprising since we always had a mutual attraction towards one another. The next song was a slow one and we decided to stay out and dance to it.

She surprised me when she put both arms around my neck and leaned in to rest her head on my shoulder. I hugged her close and didn’t say a word as we swayed slowly to the music. It reminded me of dancing with a girl in high school who you liked and couldn’t find the nerve to speak.

She would lift her head slightly and rub her lips across my neck. I started seriously rubbing her back, feeling her slender body. I lowered my head to her hair as she lightly nibbled my neck. I lowered my hands and felt her ass as she slid her lips up to meet mine. We started out with a slow passionate kiss as her lips felt so warm and tender against mine. I was about ready to burst as we parted our lips and deeply kissed each other as our tongues danced in desire.

She rubbed my chest as I felt her up and down her back side and we continued to kiss each other as if we had some built up passion that was finally being released. Her warm tongue against mine had my blood rushing to my loins as I was at full attention. Not wanting to stop, I slowly pulled back. We could only gaze into each other’s eyes as I wondered what just happened. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to notice my wife looking at me.

She said, “can we cut in?”. I noticed Skip standing next to her. As I shifted to dance with my wife, I quickly found that she did not see me kissing her best friend.

The rest of the night went on uneventfully as the women talked together and Skip and I drank beer and looked at the many skirts that traveled by. After the bar closed, we went to an all night cafe to eat. As we talked, I almost choked on my coffee when Helen complained to my wife about how little sex she was getting. This thought was all that was in my mind for the rest of the night.

My wife was the only woman I have ever had sex with and I couldn’t help but think about the dirty dance that Helen and I did. By the time we all made it back to our apartment, it was around 3 a.m.. My wife and I asked if both Skip and Helen would like to spend the night since they both had been drinking and it was so late.

Helen accepted since she was home alone but Skip decided he would have no problem getting home. I slapped Skip on the back and told him to drive safe as I made my way up to our apartment. Helen anticipated that she possibly wouldn’t be driving home so she brought an overnight bag with her. The women took turns in the bathroom as I put on a loose fitting pair of sweats. I had a muscular frame and never wore a shirt to bed. I went into our kitchen to drink something and get rid of the bad case of cotton mouth that I had going.

As I walked into the living room, Helen was bent over putting something in her bag. She was wearing a thin nightie with small panties. Her nightie rode up her back, displaying her tight ass for my viewing pleasure. She turned around about the same time my wife entered the room.

I had a hard time cooking so I quickly said good night and went to our bedroom. The strong lustful feelings I had made me horny as hell. I waited for my wife to come to bed so I could give her the wood. When she finally made it to bed she did the classic “roll over” which pretty much told me that I might as well jack off because that is all the lovin’ I was getting that night.

Frustrated, I rolled over and tried to fall asleep. As I twisted and turned, I couldn’t help but think about the goddess who was sleeping in our living room. I thought about the dance that night and the way she felt as we passionately kissed. I thought about the first time my wife introduced her to me as her best friend when we were teenagers.

The mutual attraction was pretty evident. I thought that since Helen was about the only teenager around town who wasn’t afraid to put out, I should have made a move. Then I thought about how close my wife and her were and how the little lady definitely would have found out. I loved my wife.

As I continued to twist and turn in bed, I heard a noise in the kitchen. It sounded like the fridge door being opened and closed. Unable to sleep, and hoping to get another glimpse of Helen, I got up and walked out to the living room. As I walked into the living room from the hallway, Helen walked in from the opposite direction.

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