My Husband Watched Me Get Fucked Hard by His Best Friend

The three of us had been drinking in the living room for almost two hours when the conversation finally crossed the line we had been circling for months.

I was thirty-one. My husband, Ryan, was thirty-three. His best friend, Cole, was thirty-two. We had known Cole since college. He had been at our wedding. He had crashed on our couch more times than I could count. And for the last year, the way he looked at me had stopped being subtle.

That night Ryan had poured the whiskey heavier than usual. I was wearing a thin white tank top with no bra and soft black shorts that rode up every time I shifted on the couch. Cole’s eyes kept dropping to my nipples whenever the fabric tightened. Ryan noticed. He always noticed.

“You’ve thought about it,” Ryan said suddenly, voice low. He was looking at me, not Cole. “Haven’t you?”

My pulse jumped. “Thought about what?”

“Cole fucking you while I watch.”

The room went quiet except for the low music still playing. Cole didn’t move. He just watched me over the rim of his glass, waiting.

I could have laughed it off. I could have stood up and gone to bed. Instead I held Ryan’s eyes and answered honestly.

“Yes.”

Ryan’s throat worked. He looked at Cole. “You still want her?”

Cole set his glass down. “I’ve wanted her for two years.”

Ryan nodded once, slow. Then he looked back at me. “Take your clothes off. All of them. Right here.”

My hands were steady when I stood. I pulled the tank top over my head and dropped it. My breasts felt heavy, nipples already tight from the cool air and the way both men were staring. I hooked my thumbs in my shorts and panties and pushed them down together, stepping out of them until I was completely naked in the middle of our living room. My cunt was already wet. I could feel it on my inner thighs.

Ryan’s voice was rougher now. “Go to him.”

I walked over to Cole. He stayed seated on the couch, legs spread, watching every step. When I stopped in front of him he reached out and ran both hands up the backs of my thighs, then higher, cupping my bare ass and squeezing hard enough to make me gasp.

“Been waiting a long time to touch you like this,” he muttered. He leaned in and dragged his tongue once between my legs, tasting how wet I already was. Then he stood, towered over me, and started stripping. Shirt first. Then jeans and boxers. His cock was thick, heavier than Ryan’s, already hard, the head dark and shiny.

Ryan stayed in his chair across the room, whiskey in hand, eyes locked on us.

Cole didn’t ask again. He spun me around, bent me over the arm of the couch, and kicked my feet wider. I heard the tear of a condom wrapper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance. He didn’t ease in. He shoved forward in one long, brutal thrust that forced a broken cry out of my throat.

The stretch burned. He was thicker than I was used to, and he didn’t give me time to adjust. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and started fucking me in deep, punishing strokes. Every thrust bottomed out. The wet sound of his cock driving into my cunt filled the living room. My breasts swung under me. My nipples brushed the couch fabric.

“Fuck—she’s tight,” Cole growled. He spanked my right ass cheek hard. The sharp sting made me clench around him. He spanked the other side even harder. “Your wife’s cunt is gripping me like she doesn’t want to let go.”

Ryan’s voice came from the chair, thick. “Harder. She can take it.”

Cole gave me harder. The couch creaked. My fingers dug into the cushions. Every thrust forced a small, helpless sound out of me. The burn of the stretch mixed with raw pleasure until my thighs were shaking. Cole reached forward, fisted a hand in my hair, and pulled my head back so my back arched. The new angle let him drive even deeper.

“Look at your husband,” he ordered. “Look at him while I fuck his wife’s cunt.”

I opened my eyes. Ryan was still in the chair, but his jeans were open now. He was stroking his cock slowly, watching every inch of Cole’s thick shaft disappear inside me. The sight made my cunt clench hard.

Cole felt it and laughed under his breath. “She likes you watching. She’s dripping down my balls.”

He fucked me like that until my first orgasm slammed into me without warning. My whole body locked. I cried out as my cunt pulsed around his cock in tight, rhythmic waves. Cole didn’t stop. He kept the same brutal pace straight through it, forcing the climax higher until it almost hurt.

When my legs started to give out he pulled out, spun me around, and pushed me down onto the couch on my back. He shoved my knees up toward my chest, spreading me wide open, and slammed back inside. The new position let both of them see everything—my stretched pink cunt taking every thick inch, my breasts bouncing, my face flushed and wrecked.

Cole leaned down and bit the side of my breast hard enough to leave a mark, then sucked the nipple deep into his mouth while he pounded me. The dual sensation of teeth and cock sent me hurtling toward a second orgasm.

“Come on his cock again,” Ryan said from the chair, voice rough. “I want to watch you fall apart on him.”

I did. The second climax tore through me harder than the first. My vision blurred. My cunt gripped Cole so tightly he cursed and had to slow for a second. Then he started fucking me even harder, chasing his own release.

He pulled out suddenly, ripped the condom off, and stroked himself twice. “Open your mouth.”

I did. Cole came across my tongue and lips in thick pulses. Some of it spilled down my chin onto my breasts. I swallowed what I could while Ryan watched every second.

Cole wasn’t finished. He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up until I was on my knees with my chest pressed to the couch, and pushed back inside my cunt from behind without a condom this time. The heat of him bare made me moan into the cushion. He fucked me raw and deep, one hand gripping the back of my neck, holding me down while he used my body.

“Your husband’s watching me breed his wife,” Cole rasped. “He gets to see how red your ass is from my hand. How stretched your cunt is around my cock. How you keep coming even when it starts to hurt.”

He spanked me again—hard, repeated blows that made my ass burn while he thrust. The pain and pleasure twisted together until I was sobbing into the couch, coming a third time with my face pressed into the fabric. Cole followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and flooding my cunt with thick pulses of come.

He stayed inside me for a long moment, breathing hard. Then he pulled out slowly. I felt his come start to leak down my thighs. Cole spread my ass cheeks with both hands and watched it drip out while Ryan stared from the chair.

“She’s a mess,” Cole said, almost admiring. “Your hotwife is dripping my come all over your couch.”

Ryan finally stood. His cock was still hard. He walked over, looked down at me—naked, marked, used, thighs shiny—and brushed a strand of hair out of my face.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

I nodded, voice wrecked. “Yes.”

Ryan looked at Cole. “My turn. But I want you to stay. I want you to watch me take my wife back while your come is still inside her.”

Cole stepped back, still naked, still half-hard, and leaned against the wall to watch.

Ryan didn’t bother with gentleness. He flipped me onto my back again, shoved my knees high, and sank into my come-slick cunt in one thrust. The wetness made it easy. He fucked me hard and deep, eyes locked on mine, while his best friend watched from a few feet away.

“You liked that,” Ryan muttered against my mouth. “You liked getting fucked raw by him while I watched. You’re still shaking.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He kissed me roughly and drove into me harder. The wet, filthy sound of his cock moving through Cole’s come filled the room. I came again—smaller, sharper—while Ryan used me. When he finally finished it was with his forehead pressed to mine, filling me while Cole watched every pulse.

Afterward the three of us stayed in the living room, all still naked. Cole sat on the floor with his back against the couch. I lay sprawled across Ryan’s lap, thighs open, both men’s come leaking out of me onto Ryan’s skin. Ryan’s fingers idly traced the red handprints on my ass and the bite mark on my breast.

Cole looked at me, then at Ryan. “Same time next Friday?”

Ryan’s hand slid between my legs, two fingers pushing through the mess and into my sensitive cunt. I moaned softly.

“Yeah,” Ryan said. “But next time I want her wrists tied. And I want you to make her come until she begs you to stop.”

Cole’s mouth curved. “I can do that.”

I closed my eyes and felt both of their attention on my naked, used body. My cunt was sore, stretched, still twitching. And I already knew I would be wet again by the time Friday came.

Because my husband had watched me get fucked hard by his best friend.

And none of us wanted it to be the last time.