My Wife’s Best Friend
Last year my wife and I went on a vacation with another couple who happened to be our best friend’s. We vacation a lot with them so all of us are really comfortable around each other. Nothing all that sexual had ever really happened except a few times where the four of us went skinny-dipping. It was relatively tame and always led to some pretty good s** for my wife and I when we got back to our room. I think it was just a pleasant boost to our s** lives.
On this trip we had rented a house with two bedrooms, a pool and hot tub. One night we all drank a little too much and ended up skinny-dipping again. No big deal. My wife and I went back to the room, had some great s** and fell right to sleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night with a headache and needed an aspirin. I was naked but assumed I’d be fine going to the bathroom for my aspirin and then the kitchen for water. There I was naked as could be when my wife’s friend Jill came out of her room. She was wearing just a tank top (clearly no bra) and a pair of boy shorts.
Both of us were uncomfortable, but we’d both seen each other in various forms of undress before. We chatted casually (and quietly) in the kitchen, but I could feel my c*** was growing. After all, I’m standing there naked with my wife’s best friend wearing barely anything.
Everything seemed so fuzzy, but before I know it Jill is casually giving me a handjob. Her nipples were pressing against her shirt. I knew I should stop it, but I couldn’t. She went on about how her husband passed out the minute they got in their room earlier.
I wasn’t thinking straight and next thing I know Jill is bent over the center island and I’m f****** my best friend’s wife while my wife and her husband are asleep in other rooms. It didn’t last long, but I filled up her p**** with my c**, we shared a passionate kiss and went back to our rooms/spouses.
Things weren’t awkward the next day or the rest of the trip, but when we got home from vacation she started texting me and the texting soon turned sexual. It’s now been three months since that trip and we’ve f***** at least a dozen times since. I know I shouldn’t be doing it, but I can’t stop. Neither can she. In the meantime, even when we’re not f****** I’m jerking off to her thinking about it.
I still love my wife and our family, but I feel like this thing is spiraling out of control and it’s only a matter of time before we’re caught. Every time I say I’m going to stop I get more h**** and need her again. What do I do?
(I’ve learned her marriage wasn’t as rosy-colored as they led on to with my wife and I....and I don’t think she has the same remorse that I do.)