The time I fucked my friend's wife

I've known my friend Eric since high school, where we were on the football team together, but with him being a couple of years younger than me, I wouldn't say we became friends until we were in our mid-twenties, when we started playing on the same beer-league softball team. It was the norm for a bunch of us to go out for beers after the games, and over the course of that first softball season, I found out that Eric is a genuinely good guy. He's the type of person who will show up at your place with tools in hand if you mention you have a project at the house that you're working on the next day and think nothing of it, and the type that always has a funny story to tell, with them only getting better after he's has a few drinks.

We were at similar stages in life, reaching milestones at similar times, and even after the softball season ended, Eric and I got together for a drink or two every week to two weeks to talk about life or maybe vent to each other about work or our families. There's not many topics that are off limits to Eric and we've shared plenty of unedited stories about our wives and sex lives, both when things were going well and when we were both going through our own dry spells, that happened to coincide. During that dry spell, I'd say we got together more often, with it not being unusual to have more than a couple drinks and the talks often turned into us saying lewd things about each other's wives and joking around about the other person's wife just needing a man who knew how to satisfy them, and of course, each of us volunteered ourselves for the job. Those comments were usually laughed off by the other person except for one night in particular, maybe two or three years ago, when just Eric and I were over his place, sitting outside on his deck. That was when Eric admitted to me that his wife, Amanda, used to have a crush on me in high school and that she probably wouldn't mind at all if I did fuck her. Eric must have had more to drink than I thought he did that night because he started telling me her kinks and all the things she liked having done to her, almost like I was going to go into his house and fuck her right then and there.

Now, I didn't actually fuck her that night, but it sure got me wondering if Eric might himself be ok with it actually happening and that maybe it was a secret kink of his, but nothing like that was ever mentioned again from that day on and I had eventually brushed it off as just some of Eric's drunken ramblings.

To tell you a little about Amanda, she also went to high school with us, and was in the same graduating class as Eric. Our school was on the larger side, though, so without the sports team connection and me not having any sort of elective classes with her, I didn't know who she was until I met her through Eric when she came to watch one of our games. My first thought meeting her was that she kind of resembled Stacy, with her long blonde hair and blue eyes, though she was a few inches shorter and a little curvier than my wife. Amanda also has a narrower nose and plumper cheeks than Stacy, but they shared enough similarities that it was obvious Eric and I liked the same physical qualities in our women.

She joined us at the bar for drinks after the game that night and I found out she was also very personable, easily joining in on the conversations and laughing at many of the comments that other wives might find offensive. She also seemed to enjoy the attention that she was getting that night, with a portion of us (myself included) shamelessly flirting with her while insulting her husband's manliness. Easy going guy that Eric is, he took the insults like a champ, but Amanda didn't wait long to turn the tables on us and defend Eric's honor, telling us all what a "generous lover" he was and how good he makes her cum before taking him by the hand and asking him to take her home. We might have thought she was upset with us but as Eric rose from his seat she turned and smiled at us then said "All this talk with these boys got me thinking about how good you fucked me this morning babe, and I think I'm gonna need your fantastic cock again. If you can manage to say goodbye to your little friends right now, I'll let you use whatever hole you want.". She followed that up with a wink and a "It was nice meeting you guys. Goodnight." before turning and walking towards the door. Eric's chest puffed out and he stood a little taller as he threw a twenty on the table to cover his tab and smirked at our group, all of us with some look of astonishment on our faces, then said his own goodbye and followed Amanda out to the car.

From then on, I knew Amanda was someone who could dish it out just as well as she could take it, and also someone that could handle my flirting and it became the norm for me to compliment her figure in some way and tell her what a lucky guy Eric was whenever I saw her. There were some other times where I probably tested the boundaries a bit, and would make lewd comments. Things like "Fuck, I can see why Eric loves doing you doggy style." if I saw her bending over for something or "What a lucky Popsicle." when she was in the middle of sucking on one. But she never got upset and would usually just roll her eyes at me, but her smile told me she enjoyed it.