Best friend f****** wife
By way of background, my wife (D) is a literally drop-dead gorgeous natural blonde with an incredibly strong libido. She loves s**, c*** strong and fast, and continuously when she gets going. We have always had a great relationship and wonderful s** life.
My long-time best friend (K) has always had a crush on D and had been dying to f*** her for years. D and I talked about it off and on. There was something that turned me on very much about the idea of them f******. But D was seemingly not interested for a long time.
At one point, she was going through an extremely h**** period where she just could not get enough s**. This lasted for a couple of weeks. I was a happy beneficiary. I finally asked her if she would be interested in f****** K. After a couple of very h**** days she said she would do it if that's what I wanted.
So, we invited K over for dinner one night and decided to let things take their course. Long story made short, they not only f*****, but they f***** each other's brains out for close to two hours. I would conservatively estimate that D had at least twenty loud screaming o******. They seemed continuous.
I watched the entire thing and even f***** her a couple of times myself.
I have to say that, while I enjoyed watching her clearly enjoying every minute f****** K, that I began to have pangs of jealousy, at seeing another man pleasuring her sexually so much. I was not expecting anything near the intensity of the pleasure they were sharing. I was expecting maybe fifteen minutes of s**, not the marathon that took place. K has a big c*** and actually left her red and raw. D did not want to stop, but she was so sore that she could not do it any more.
Since that night, they have repeated the episode, with my consent, several times. Our relationships have remained excellent, including D and my s** life.
Now, here's the problem. Very recently, and though a fluke, I found out that D and K had f***** right before D and I got married one day when they met to get K's help doing something. They both say that it was not planned, but just happened that day. They both admit that the s** was incredible. And they both say it never happened again until the night we invited K to dinner.
The problem is that now I am very conflicted. On the one hand, I can't help but get turned on at the mental picture of them f****** behind my back that day. On the other hand, the betrayal by them hurts very much every time I think about them being so intimate, and K's learning everything about D that day - what she looked like naked, how she smelled, how her b****** felt and tasted, how wet her hairy p**** gets, how his c*** felt going up inside her the first time, and what a fantastic f*** she is.
I would appreciate any thoughts anyone wants to share with me. I'm struggling with it badly. I love D very much.