Had Sex with My Husband’s Friend

We were just teenagers, not married yet but sort of promised. My husband had this friend Shelly that always hung around us. He was a skinny short kid that was 2 years younger, he was a lot of fun, because he was quite witty and Shelly always had money.

Shelly was a virgin and always going on how he needed to get “laid” constantly pestering me about getting one of my friends to sleep with him. One Saturday afternoon we were getting ready to go out, and like usually we’d have sex before we’d go. As we got dressed Husband quizzed me on did I know a girl that would sleep with Shelly, I didn’t. Then he asked me if I do it, condensing his reasoning, he was under the misconception that I’d only had sex with him, and wanted me to be perfectly sure that I’d be happy married to him, knowing he’d had a few partners. Didn’t know how to answer that and just mumbled something, but was very puzzled by his questions.

So we pick up Shelly, hang out at the bowling alley, cruise the strip, get a bit to eat, then cruise some more, drink some Southern Comfort, smoke some weed. Husband say Shell you want to get laid tonight, hell ya. So he says crawl back and help Shelly get the back ready, as in his car the back seat folded down two ways so it was flat from the trunk to the front seats and in the trunk big fluffy sleeping bag unzipped was like a mattress and some pillows, because of course we had sex there a lot of times.

We got it all set up and Shelly is all giggling and happy because he thinks we’re going to get a girl for him, but as I’m going to get back in the front, hubby says well are you going to take care of him and I say are you sure that you’re okay with this and he says yes we will find out if our relationship is strong.

I hesitated, but then I started to undress Shelly, he kinda froze but husband laughs and says Cat don’t hurt him. Then it was like there was just him and me. We got naked, kissed a lot, didn’t have to such his dick as that was pointing straight up, he did suck my boobs and then he went down on me, I was going to stop him, but then that thought got me excited. Then he mounted me missionary and came in me in minutes. We did some post sex foreplay and then I sucked him some and he was erect and I mounted him and he lasted longer, but I reached around to play with his sac and when it started to shrink I started to squeeze it like a stress ball and it was like riding a bronco.

I was going to get dressed but husband says Shelly are you sure you all done, I thought you little prick I’m going to drain you and leave you exhausted. That’s when I manhandled him. My husband was a wrestler 160 something little shorter than 6 foot and very muscular alpha male. I’m a couple of inches shorter than my husband a 110 lbs, I know that because it was a target weight I wanted to wear my prom dress, Shelly was shorter than me and only weighed as much or less than I did.

I gave him everything, sucked his dick, gave him deep passionate kisses, buried my tongue deep in French kisses, pinched his nipples, bite at his neck. My pussy might have been sloppy, but I rode him, finished him missionary kept him in me pumping a few extra time till I had an orgasm and I squeezed him till he moaned. Then I dressed and climbed back in the front seat.

Never talked about this afterwards, we got married and moved out of state, lost touch with Shelly, and we never felt the need to explore sex like that.
So the reason I’m reliving this all these years later is that my parents passed and we inherited the farm they lived on so we moved back home. Been back about 5 years and was at Wegmans this past weekend before the storm and who did I run into Shelly, taller thicker extremely good looking, debonair.
We got a coffee and sat down, talked for a half hour catching up on our lives, talking with him was so easy and natural. I said it was so I’ve got to finish, it was so nice to see you. He pulled me close in a friendly way looked me in the eyes and told me that he’d never thanked me for that wonderful night and that was something that he had never forgotten and shaped his life in a very good way. I was very humbled by that, my husband and I never discussed it after we got married.
The end of it was that I think that I sent subconscious signals which I think that he appreciated but couldn’t accept.

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