My Best Friend's Wife Is a Frea

"So when did this relationship start? How did you discover this side of each other?" Shelby adjusted her glasses and spoke up.

"Well, it all started with..."

Flashback

My name is Shelby. I'm a housewife and a mother. My husband and I have been married five years. We had a lovely beach wedding in the Caribbean with friends and family.

My husband is really my first man. I had some boyfriends before him, but we never got far. He gave me most of my first time experiences, including my first sex.

My husband, his name is Mike, had a bit more experience with a girlfriend in high school. One thing he excelled at was experience watching media. He knew tons of movies, shows, comics. I was relatively sheltered and bookish, and was an outright Amish wife by comparison to him. I didn't know it when I married him, but that carried over to adult movies. Porn, if you will excuse the crass term.

Slowly, after we bought a house and our son was born, he tried to introduce me to that world. My sheltered upbringing in Jesus summer camps had given me a fear of sex, especially seeing other people nude. Mike knew this, so he started off small. First, we watched his favorite Horror movie series, Friday the 13th. Almost each one had boobs in it. I could adjust to that; I saw my C cups every day. He also showed me footage of those actresses at a convention; there were thousands of people cheering for them! Most of the actresses did only one movie, then got out of show business. It made me realize. These girls were doing more than showing their bodies, they were making memories. Sexual memories. Something about that got gears turning that I couldn't quite understand yet.

A few days later, something happened that started the gears turning again. As I was driving home on our street on an August day, the young Brazilian woman neighbor was watering her garden, in a red Brazilian bikini. I stopped at a stop sign, but no other cars were around, so I looked. She was young, 19, with a perfect bronze body, covered in water droplets. Just then, she dropped the hose and bent over to pick it up. Her bikini bottoms showed me the exact outline of her sex in exquisite detail. I snapped out of my trance and continued my drive; as I did I saw some of the other neighbors, all male, were on their porches also watching the bikini clad girl.

They were watching her. Leering at her. Lusting over her body. Just like I apparently was, too. It felt... good, to see a beautiful, sexy human like that. But why would she agree to being a piece of meat? She could water her plants at night, or in sensible clothes. Was... the appeal... the leering itself? The attention? The eyes on your body?

I parked my car and went inside. I sat at my work computer in my home office. Mike was at work and my son was at daycare. I had reports to do but they could wait; I had blocked out this time for errands. I bit my lip as I contemplated masturbating while working from home. "Fuck it, everyone else is, too." I stood up and undid my jeans, then slid them down my legs and took them off. I left my pink panties on; I could move them to the side. I noticed, they were already very wet. I opened a private tab on my browser and typed in "porn streaming." Lots of sites popped up. I went with one since its icon was a cute heart. It immediately recommended some videos to try to find my preferences. There was so much. Lesbians, interracial, voyeurism, even cartoons. I wanted to start slow. I typed in "woman masturbating." I could just emulate what she did and see if I liked it.

I picked one that looked a bit classier. An 80s retro scene starring a woman named Kathleen Gentry. The movie was called Wild in the Wilderness, about people going camping and having sex. The woman, Kathleen, was beautiful, and young, with frizzy 80s metal hair and very colorful but pretty makeup. The scene started with her in acid washed 80s jeans and a green sweater sitting on a couch, next to three sex toys, called I believe "dildos." She picked the smallest of the three and said she would work her way up. What she did next fascinated me. She did not immediately start masturbating, in fact she didn't even get naked immediately. A slow song started, and she rubbed the toy over herself, over her clothes, slowly. She was teasing herself, but more importantly, the audience.

I was soaked. I moved my panties to the side and started fingering myself, slowly. I had done this to romance novels but never porn. It was amazing. The sights, the sounds, the rush. At some point I forgot it was my hand fucking myself and it felt like I was having sex.

No wonder people were addicted to this.

The scene went slowly as Kathleen took her shirt off and played with her nipples. I did the same. Then she slowly unzipped her pants and put the toy under her panties to tease at her clit. Again I followed, with my fingers. The scene built up more and more sexual energy until she was on her hands and knees fucking herself with the large dildo.

My orgasm came. Right as it did, she looked at the camera and moaned. It was unlike anything I had every experienced. It was like she was masturbating just for my pleasure; as if she was saying "welcome to adult pleasure, Shelby."

I screamed out loud as I came. Afterwards, I was silent as I listened for the neighbors coming to ask if I was being murdered. Thankfully, the walls did their job of keeping my privacy. I was almost disappointed. Kathleen had let me, and millions of men, plus I assume dozens of women, watch her cum. What... was that like? The last bit of rust in the gears of my head was wiped away. I called in sick, asked my husband to pick up our son and dinner, and went on a deep dive. I watched dozens of classics. Jenna Jameson fucking a boat captain, Asia Carrera getting fucked in the desert, and some newer stuff as well. But the big push was sex party videos. It was breathtaking. A couple would have sex at a house party, and everyone would watch. My god, all those eyes looking at you making love. I came over and over and over again.

Over the next few weeks, I watched porn on my lunch break every day, to learn what I liked. It was not a fluke. I loved the public sex parties. More specifically, the ones where the husband watches. They call it "cuck porn." I couldn't get enough.

My husbands birthday was this Saturday. I arranged his mother to watch our son. I didn't tell him anything I had planned. After a movie, we had pizza for dinner. Then, I told him to meet me in the bedroom in 15 minutes. He was definitely intrigued.

I got ready by putting on a slutty babydoll with no panties. I lit candles, put on soft music, and queued up one of my favorites on our TV through the streaming stick. He entered and was shocked but excited at my outfit. He undressed and laid down next to me, we kissed while he played with my breasts. I broke the kiss and started the stream.

"Honey, I have a surprise for you. I want you to lay back and enjoy this." With that, I got between his legs and sucked his cock. The TV woke up from sleep and portrayed a young brunette that resembled me, on a mattress on the floor of a frat house, getting fucked from behind doggystyle while sucking another man off. Mike spoke up.

"Holy fuck." I stroked his cock while I talked dirty to him.

"Oh, you like that, sweetie? You like seeing that hot slut get used like a sex toy? She's married, her husband is watching her get fucked. Wouldn't you love to watch me get fucked in front of alllllll thooooose... " I got up on my knees and straddled him, then inserted myself and rode him.

"...men?"

"God yes! I'd love to see you fucking other men!"

"Oh baby, that's so nasty. You want to turn your wife into a slut? A dirty little slut?"

He didn't last much longer. I felt his cum shoot into me, like a warm little river of pleasure. I had no idea sex could be this good. Where could we go from here?

I showed my husband the scene that turned me on. The next weekend, he had ordered three dildos exactly like the ones in the movie. After we put the kid to bed, I dressed in acid wash jeans and a green sweater on the downstairs couch in front of him, and recreated the scene with the same music. He was masturbating the whole time, slowly, so he could watch the entire thing.

As I rubbed the dildos over my breasts, I thought it didn't do terribly much from a pleasure perspective. But his eyes on me, that was a different story. The pornstar had not only the camera but the entire cast and crew watching her. I had a single man, but it was the first time I had watched him watch me. It was niagra falls in my panties. I proceeded to fuck myself with increasingly larger dildos while he stroked himself. The thrill was great, and I was happy I was in a safe environment with just my husband. On the last dildo, I was naked, facing him, one hand working the stick while the other rubbed my breasts. My back naturally arched as I got closer to climax. Right before I did, my husband stood up and walked up to me. He said nothing as he came on my chest and

stomach. I worked his cum into a slick lube and really pulled at my nipples. I asked him to kiss me to cover my screams. Before he did, he sucked my nipples and some of his own cum into his mouth, then kissed me as I came hard.

The next morning at breakfast, I drank my coffee with a smug smile on my face. Last night and last weekend were so good. But I needed more. The gears were spinning full speed, but they were only one part of an engine in my brain. Now, pistons were firing. If one set of eyes on me was that hot, how would multiple be?

There was one problem with that. Despite my new attitude towards sex, my old personality remained. I was shy, and timid, around other men. My husband was much more outgoing, and knew more about erotica. Plus, I could trust him. That night, I asked him for a plan. A plan to turn me into a swinger. A slut.

His plan went into action immediately. That Friday, we went to a movie. It was a movie we had already seen, on its way out of theaters. I realized why. There were only about six people in the theater. We sat in the almost all the way back, so even the projection boy couldn't see us. 30 minutes in, he took his cock out and asked me to suck him off. It was a comfortable luxury theater with plush reclining seats and arm rests you could fold up. I folded his up and laid down so my head was in his lap. I proceeded to blow him while the movie played. My heart was racing. None of these other people knew they were involved in a sex act. It made me wonder if I had been in their position, no pun intended, before. Had people been fucking in secret around me and I just never knew? The thought sent ripples of pleasure down my spine. I reached into my skirt, under my panties, and pleasured myself while I gave my husband oral sex. God, it was amazing. The thrill of getting caught; the fear really amplified the excitement. My husband came in my mouth and I was right behind him. After we straightened ourselves out, we left the movie early, and he made me blow him in the car on the way home. I had never given roadhead before. I couldn't see what was going on outside, which made it all the hotter. I figured every time we stopped, we were at a red light. Was there a car next to us, watching my head bob in his lap? Who knows. My husband lasted longer this time, thanks to the earlier suckjob. When we parked at home, he asked me to get on his cock. We were in our driveway. The babysitter couldn't see out the windows to this angle, but I wasn't sure about the neighbors. My libido won out and in a flash I was riding him; my panties pushed to the side under my skirt. Such utility for public sex, skirts. He lifted my shirt enough to get to my breasts and stuck a nipple in his mouth. I rode him until the car was a foggy, sweaty, musty mess, and then took his load inside my pussy. We then went inside and thanked the babysitter, giving her the night off early with full pay.

We had fucked in public, but no one had seen. Fortunate, but deep down I wanted to be scene. I just couldn't get over that hurdle of the initial meeting. How do you convince a stranger to watch you have sex? Well, I suppose if it's a man, you just ask and the answer will be yes. To not burn us out, we took a bit of a break. My husband booked us a Vegas Vacation in a month. I'm sure he had plans...

Our Vegas trip came up. After our flight and getting the rental car, we stayed at Treasure Island. Not as pirate themed on the inside, but still very extravagant. Can only imagine how much money people gamble away to make this place profitable.

After relaxing most of the first day, the second day we saw a topless show. More for Mike than myself, but I did like the songs and the showgirls were beautiful. Afterwards, we met up with a couple that Mike knew, April and Stan. April was tall, thin, blonde, with big fake titties; a perfect trophy wife. Stan was dark haired, fairly well built with a little dad bod action going on like my husband. We had a lovely Italian dinner and then we all went back to our room. I thought it was for shenanigans, until the boys talked about how they wanted to watch the basketball game because they had money on it. Vegas. Oh well. I could chat with April and maybe get some juicy stories out of it.

Back in the room, the boys set up the rolling chairs in front of the TV. "Close to the action" as they say. April and I sat on the bed. I tried to engage in some small ice breakers but she was unusually quiet. I wondered if she didn't like me. The boys were really into the game. My husband rooted for his precious Celtics, Stan for the Bulls. There was something unusual about it but I couldn't put my finger on it...

Half an hour later, just before the final buzzer, it dawned on me. Mike was rooting for his team to lose. Not verbally, but he was sweating like he wa nervous and gripped his chair when the Bulls scored. They were ahead by only a few points when the final shot went out, and missed. Game over. Now, I could figure out this game...

April suddenly shot up and sat in her husband's lap, all smiles. The suddenly all eyes were on me. Stan spoke.

"Well, Mike. A bet is a bet. Should we do this now?"

"Do what, now?" I said. Mike looked dejected.

"I bet if his team won... they could... have you. For the night."

"...like for drinks?" April locked eyes with me and finally spoke.

"For sex." My heart went from 0-100. This was fast. Too fast! Was it too fast?! My head was racing. Before I knew it, Stan and April were naked. They were both hairless like statues and equally bronzed. Stan had a huge cock swinging between his legs. There's no way that could fit inside a woman... right? Before I knew it, the couple pounced on the bed on either side of me.

"Wait a minute, I'm not sure-" My words were cut short by April's tongue in my mouth. Well, here it was; my first lesbian experience. I had never even kissed a girl on the cheek and here I was, a naked blonde French kissing me. Stan made his way to my pants and undid them, followed by sliding them off effortlessly, smooth as silk. April gave him a lot of practice. He wasted no words in eating my pussy.

Ohhhh man.... did that ever feel amazing... Only my husband had ever touched me sexually. The feeling of another man was unreal. Mike's oral was very reliable and steady. I had gotten used to it. Another man's technique was like losing my V card all over again. I had no idea where he would lap, lick, or touch. Meanwhile, April went to my shirt and bra and got them off in record time. I was 100% naked with two naked strangers. April went to my nipple and sucked on it while she twisted the other one just enough. I obviously came quite quickly.

I thought that might have been it but I was dead wrong; it was only beginning. Stan took his erect penis and lined it up with my hole. I looked at it again; it was a sight to behold. It was so much bigger and thicker than my husbands and looked straight out of a porn movie. First he slapped the head on my lips a few times, then he entered me. Now this really was losing my V card; my virginity of sex with more than one man in my life. My God, he was so much bigger. It was like my hymen was breaking again. I had never felt anything close to that feeling inside my pussy. He started pistoning in and out and I almost came immediately just from the feeling of his thick veins roughly being thrust into my most intimate place.

"Oh your wife's pussy is so tight. Have you ever had such a big cock, sweetie pie?" Stan said.

"N-...no." I timidly replied.

"Well let me change your world." He sped up even faster. His cock touched every square inch of my walls, it was amazing. No wonder why some women were size queens! Every withdrawal of his cock made an almost vacuum like seal that felt like my guts would get sucked out... and I wanted them to.

Both my husband and April watched. My husband feigned embarrassment but he was hard as a rock; but I knew he was loving this fantasy come true. I moaned out loud as Stan took me like a prize, because that's exactly what I was. April continued to suck and play with my nipples while I was being fucked by this stranger. Meanwhile, Stan had moved my legs up into a V and grabbed onto them for leverage as he fucked me hard. And I mean hard. The bed was squeaking the entire time. April shifted so she was on her knees, straddling my face, and she was face to face with her husband as he fucked me. She leaned forward, I assume to kiss him. The whole situation was so hot I thought I was going to pass out! I had gone from meek housewife to getting gangbanged almost overnight. I thought about how raw this situation was; three people on a bed just trying to get sexual pleasure from each other. There was a pile of clothes next to the bed as a kind of totem to the sex gods.

I couldn't see Mike, but I assumed he was jerking off to this. He had hinted at wanting to experiment with other couples in the past but I dismissed it. Suddenly Stan pulled out and April got off my face. They still were not done, however. Instead Stan flipped me over to doggy style and pulled me to the edge of the bed so he could stand and deliver. He fucked me so hard I thought my ass was getting spanked.

"Yeah you like that, slut!? This is my pussy, now!!" As he said that, I started feeling myself getting over that hill. I suddenly shouted uncontrollably:

"Yes! This is your pussy! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck fuck fuck oh yes, oh GOD! OH GAAAAAWWWWWD!!" I came on his dick. I came on a stranger's penis!

"Stop watching and get under there, cuck!" April shouted at my husband. He appeared under me, naked, and slid into a 69 position, right below the giant penis in my pussy. Mike's dick was in front of me, I sucked it for a few seconds but then Stan really started to fuck me and I could only concentrate on the pleasure. Mike instead jerked off himself and occasionally licked my pussy. April continued to give verbal encouragement.

"Yeah watch your wife pay your debts you weak little man! Shelby, take that huge dick! Fuck it like a real woman!!" We continued like that for some time, what felt like hours but was probably 5-10 minutes. I heard a grunt and suddenly I was flipped over, now laying next to my husband, as Stan roughly mounted me and fucked me like a caveman hellbent on populating the Earth with cave children. Finally, Stan pulled out and shot cum over my naked tits. He aimed for them but his ropes reached my face, mostly my chin and mouth. The three people in the room were standing over me, looking at me breathing heavily and covered in sweat and cum. April pushed my husband so he fell on top of me, our bodies merged so that Stan's cum was all over both of us. My husband suddenly started making out with me, swapping the strange man's cum between the two of our tongues as our bodies slipped and slid around. April reached down and guided my husband's penis into my stretched out hole. He started fucking me.