I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who’d get off on something like this. But here I was, lying naked in Emma’s sister’s bed, my hand wrapped around my cock, listening to the unmistakable sounds of her moaning from the next room. It wasn’t just any moan—it was that deep, guttural sound she made when she was really into it. And she wasn’t making it for me.It all started innocently enough. One night, after sex, Emma casually mentioned she’d had a wet dream about my best friend, Jake. I froze for a second, my mind racing. But then, something unexpected happened. I got turned on. The idea of her fantasizing about him—someone I knew so well, someone who was bigger than me—lit a fire in me that I didn’t even know existed.We started talking about it during sex. At first, it was just little hints here and there. “What if Jake walked in right now?” she’d whisper, her breath hot against my ear. I’d groan, my imagination running wild. Then it escalated. She’d describe in vivid detail what she imagined he’d do to her, how different it would feel. And every time, I’d cum harder than ever before.When Jake broke up with his girlfriend, Emma took it upon herself to cheer him up. She messaged him on Snapchat, sending him playful texts and eventually escalating to flirty banter. She kept me in the loop, forwarding me the snaps she sent him. At first, it was innocent—smiling selfies, funny memes. But then, one night, she sent him a picture of herself in lingerie. My stomach dropped, but my dick twitched. It was the start of something neither of us could predict.She’d send him nudes while he jerked off to her, and she’d share screenshots of his reactions with me. “He said I’m the hottest girl he’s ever seen,” she’d tell me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. I couldn’t deny how much it turned me on. Knowing that my best friend was getting hard over my girlfriend—that he was picturing himself inside her—was both humiliating and exhilarating.Fast forward to her birthday party. Her parents and sister were out of town, leaving the house to us. She invited a small group of friends, including Jake. From the moment he walked in, the tension between them was palpable. They exchanged glances that seemed to last too long, their laughter a little too forced. I caught him grabbing her ass when he thought no one was looking, and instead of feeling angry, I felt a rush of adrenaline.The night went on, filled with drinking, games, and laughter. But the entire time, I couldn’t stop watching them. Every time they interacted, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. By the time everyone started winding down, I knew something was going to happen. We set up mattresses and couches downstairs for the guests, while Emma and I headed upstairs to her room.“Go wait in my sister’s room,” she told me as we finished getting ready for bed. Her voice was casual, but there was a glint in her eye that told me everything I needed to know. My heart raced as I nodded and slipped out of the room, already hard at the thought of what was coming.I lay naked in her sister’s bed, stroking myself as I listened intently. The door creaked open and closed, and then I heard it—the low murmur of voices, followed by the unmistakable sound of lips meeting. My hand moved faster as I imagined Jake kissing her, his hands roaming her body. Then came the moans. Her moans.They started slow, almost tentative, but soon grew louder and more urgent. “Fuck me, Jake,” I heard her beg, her voice trembling with need. My cock throbbed in my hand as I pictured her beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her. The bed creaked rhythmically, punctuated by her cries of pleasure. “Harder,” she gasped, and I could hear the sharp smack of his hand against her skin.I came hard, my release splattering across my chest as I listened to them fuck. But they didn’t stop. For hours, they went at it, the sounds of their passion echoing through the house. I could hear her pleading with him to cum inside her, her voice breaking with desperation. When he finally did, her scream of ecstasy sent another wave of heat coursing through me.But then, silence. I waited for a message from Emma, telling me I could come back. It never came. Instead, I heard the soft rustle of sheets as they settled into each other’s arms. She wasn’t sending him downstairs. She wanted to sleep with him.The next morning, I woke up alone, my body sticky with dried cum. I checked my phone—still no message. Then, the door opened, and Emma walked in. She looked radiant, her hair slightly mussed, a smile playing on her lips. And there, dripping down her chin, was fresh cum. She’d given him morning head before coming to see me.Before I could say anything, she kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I tasted him on her, bitter and salty, and my cock twitched despite my exhaustion. “Good morning,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling.We went downstairs together, where Jake was already sitting with the rest of our friends. He claimed he’d gone up to take a shower, but the knowing looks on everyone’s faces told me they weren’t buying it. They’d heard everything.Emma sat down beside me, her hand resting on my thigh under the table. I glanced at Jake, who caught my eye and gave me a subtle nod. It was a silent acknowledgment, a shared understanding. This wasn’t just about sex—it was about trust, about pushing boundaries, about exploring desires we didn’t even know we had.And as I sat there, surrounded by the people I cared about most, I realized something: this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning.

Emma and the narrator explore a fantasy involving his best friend, Jake, which escalates when Emma sends Jake nudes and flirts with him. During her birthday party, Emma sleeps with Jake while the narrator listens from another room, and the next morning, she kisses the narrator after giving Jake oral sex. The chapter ends with the group acknowledging the night’s events, hinting at a new dynamic in their relationships.

I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who’d get off on something like this. But here I was, lying naked in Emma’s sister’s bed, my hand wrapped around my cock, listening to the unmistakable sounds of her moaning from the next room. It wasn’t just any moan—it was that deep, guttural sound she made when she was *really* into it. And she wasn’t making it for me.

It all started innocently enough. One night, after sex, Emma casually mentioned she’d had a wet dream about my best friend, Jake. I froze for a second, my mind racing. But then, something unexpected happened. I got turned on. The idea of her fantasizing about him—someone I knew so well, someone who was bigger than me—lit a fire in me that I didn’t even know existed.

We started talking about it during sex. At first, it was just little hints here and there. “What if Jake walked in right now?” she’d whisper, her breath hot against my ear. I’d groan, my imagination running wild. Then it escalated. She’d describe in vivid detail what she imagined he’d do to her, how different it would feel. And every time, I’d cum harder than ever before.

When Jake broke up with his girlfriend, Emma took it upon herself to cheer him up. She messaged him on Snapchat, sending him playful texts and eventually escalating to flirty banter. She kept me in the loop, forwarding me the snaps she sent him. At first, it was innocent—smiling selfies, funny memes. But then, one night, she sent him a picture of herself in lingerie. My stomach dropped, but my dick twitched. It was the start of something neither of us could predict.

She’d send him nudes while he jerked off to her, and she’d share screenshots of his reactions with me. “He said I’m the hottest girl he’s ever seen,” she’d tell me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. I couldn’t deny how much it turned me on. Knowing that my best friend was getting hard over my girlfriend—that he was picturing himself inside her—was both humiliating and exhilarating.

Fast forward to her birthday party. Her parents and sister were out of town, leaving the house to us. She invited a small group of friends, including Jake. From the moment he walked in, the tension between them was palpable. They exchanged glances that seemed to last too long, their laughter a little too forced. I caught him grabbing her ass when he thought no one was looking, and instead of feeling angry, I felt a rush of adrenaline.

The night went on, filled with drinking, games, and laughter. But the entire time, I couldn’t stop watching them. Every time they interacted, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. By the time everyone started winding down, I knew something was going to happen. We set up mattresses and couches downstairs for the guests, while Emma and I headed upstairs to her room.

“Go wait in my sister’s room,” she told me as we finished getting ready for bed. Her voice was casual, but there was a glint in her eye that told me everything I needed to know. My heart raced as I nodded and slipped out of the room, already hard at the thought of what was coming.

I lay naked in her sister’s bed, stroking myself as I listened intently. The door creaked open and closed, and then I heard it—the low murmur of voices, followed by the unmistakable sound of lips meeting. My hand moved faster as I imagined Jake kissing her, his hands roaming her body. Then came the moans. *Her* moans.

They started slow, almost tentative, but soon grew louder and more urgent. “Fuck me, Jake,” I heard her beg, her voice trembling with need. My cock throbbed in my hand as I pictured her beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her. The bed creaked rhythmically, punctuated by her cries of pleasure. “Harder,” she gasped, and I could hear the sharp smack of his hand against her skin.

I came hard, my release splattering across my chest as I listened to them fuck. But they didn’t stop. For hours, they went at it, the sounds of their passion echoing through the house. I could hear her pleading with him to cum inside her, her voice breaking with desperation. When he finally did, her scream of ecstasy sent another wave of heat coursing through me.

But then, silence. I waited for a message from Emma, telling me I could come back. It never came. Instead, I heard the soft rustle of sheets as they settled into each other’s arms. She wasn’t sending him downstairs. She wanted to sleep with him.

The next morning, I woke up alone, my body sticky with dried cum. I checked my phone—still no message. Then, the door opened, and Emma walked in. She looked radiant, her hair slightly mussed, a smile playing on her lips. And there, dripping down her chin, was fresh cum. She’d given him morning head before coming to see me.

Before I could say anything, she kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I tasted him on her, bitter and salty, and my cock twitched despite my exhaustion. “Good morning,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling.

We went downstairs together, where Jake was already sitting with the rest of our friends. He claimed he’d gone up to take a shower, but the knowing looks on everyone’s faces told me they weren’t buying it. They’d heard everything.

Emma sat down beside me, her hand resting on my thigh under the table. I glanced at Jake, who caught my eye and gave me a subtle nod. It was a silent acknowledgment, a shared understanding. This wasn’t just about sex—it was about trust, about pushing boundaries, about exploring desires we didn’t even know we had.

And as I sat there, surrounded by the people I cared about most, I realized something: this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning.

This ia the story of the first time my gf cucked me, with my best friend.

She first mentioned some day that she had had a wet dream about him, and, slowly, very slowly, I started getting her to explore that side of her a bit more. We started fantasizing about it, talking about it during sex, that kind of stuff. Untill some day, he breaks up with his then gf, so my gf (let's call her Emma) messages him to cheer him up. As she's doing so, she messages me asking if she can flirt with him and I obviously tell her to go ahead, they're talking on snapchat and she starts sending me the snaps she sends him. Soon enough, she's teasing him snd then full on sending him nudes while he jerk for her. According to her he is considerably bigger than me. They continue doing so once oe twice a week for a bout a month.

Then, her birthday comes, her parents and sister left her the house to herself for the occasion and she decided to invite a few friends for a party. Amongst the invited was me, 6 friends and my best friend. During the evening I could see the tension was high between them, then kept giving each other looks, fucking each other with their eyes, I even saw him grab her ass when no-one was looking. We have a great evening, drink a bit, play some games etc. At some point, everybody is getting tired so we decide to call it a night, we had planned for everyone to stay the night so we start setting up the inflatable mattresses and couches for everyone downstairs while my gf and I go to sleep in her room upstairs.

As we finish getting ready for bed, my gf tells me to go to her sisters bedroom and wait there untill she tells me I can come back. I know exactly what that eats and get very excited. I go and wait, I'm already naked and jerking in her sister's bed thinking about what's gonna happen, hoping our friends dont realize what's going on. Then, I hear it, someone opening her door and closing it again. I listen attentively, and soon enough, I hear them start moaning. It gets louder and louder, she's absolutely loving it. I can hear her begging for it, moaning, getting spanked, they get really passionate. I am so horny but also worried, at this point they are so loud that I know for sure that all our friends downstairs are hearing her, and since they were all sleeping in the same room, there's no way they wouldn't realize his bed was empty. They keep going at it for literal hours, I don't know how he kept going but he did. I could hear her begging for him to cum inside her and from her moans I knew he did. And this whole time, I'm just laying in her sister's bed, jerking and cumming repeatedly while listening to them.

She had told me that she would just fuck him for a bit and then send him back downstairs and I would be able to go back and sleep with her so I kept waiting for aessage telling me I could come back. The noises started to fade, I could hear an occasional moan but then it stopped. I could tell she decided she wanted to cuddle him and sleep with him. That meant they would end up joining everyone downstairs together in the morning, removing any doubt of what might've happened. I end up falling asleep while hoping for a message.

I wake up in the morning, still naked in her sisters bed, dried cum on me and the sheets. I check my phone but no message, then k hear a knock on the door, my gf opens and enters, she smiles at me and I see fresh cum dripping down her chin, she obviously game him morning head and came to see me right after. Before I say anything she kisses me and I can taste his cum. We then go downstairs, he was already there, apparently he went down first and told our friends he went up to take a shower. However, from the stares we got that morning, I think they knew what really happened.

This is consensual.

How my best friend cucked me.

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