cross-posted from: https://lemmynsfw.com/post/20003074

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 E’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, E 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, E 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 E 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 E, 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 E 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.

E 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.

The morning after E’s birthday party was awkward, to say the least. Our friends exchanged glances, their eyes darting between E, Jake, and me. No one said it out loud, but the tension in the room was palpable. Jake played it cool, casually sipping his coffee like nothing had happened, but I could see the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. E, on the other hand, seemed more radiant than ever. She leaned into me, her hand still resting on my thigh under the table, as if daring anyone to comment.

Later that day, once everyone had left and we were alone, E turned to me with that mischievous glint in her eye. “So,” she began, her voice low and sultry, “how did you feel about last night?”

I hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. “It was… intense. Hearing you with him, knowing he was inside you…” I trailed off, my voice catching in my throat.

E smirked, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

I nodded, unable to deny it. “Yeah, I did. It was fucking hot.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “What if we took it further? What if next time, you watched us?”

My heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. “You mean, like… in the same room?”

“Exactly.” Her eyes locked onto mine, searching for my reaction. “Or maybe even record it. Something just for us to keep and watch whenever we want.”

The idea sent a shiver down my spine. The thought of seeing E with Jake—watching her ride him, hearing her moan his name—was almost too much to handle. But at the same time, there was something about the proposal that felt… intimate. Like it would bring us closer together, even as she explored this side of herself with someone else.

“Okay,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s do it.”

---

A few days later, E and I were back at her house, preparing for what was sure to be another unforgettable night. We had set up a camera in her bedroom, positioned discreetly in the corner so it wouldn’t be obvious. E tested the angle, making sure it captured the bed perfectly. I sat on the edge of the mattress, watching her with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked, sensing my unease.

I nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah. It’s just… different, you know? Being here while it happens.”

E knelt in front of me, placing her hands on my knees. “You don’t have to stay if you’re not comfortable. But if you want to watch… I think it’ll be amazing.”

Her confidence was infectious, and I felt some of my anxiety melt away. “No, I want to. I really do.”

She grinned, leaning in to kiss me softly. “Good. Because I think you’re going to love it.”

Half an hour later, Jake arrived. He greeted me with a firm handshake, his grip lingering just a little longer than usual. There was an unspoken understanding between us now, a bond forged through shared experiences. He glanced around the room, noticing the camera almost immediately.

“Is this for…?” he trailed off, raising an eyebrow.

E stepped forward, her cheeks flushed. “Yes. We thought it might be fun to record tonight. Something private, just for us.”

Jake smiled, clearly intrigued by the idea. “Alright then. Let’s make it a good one.”

E led him to the bed, where they began undressing each other slowly, their movements deliberate and sensual. I stayed by the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched them. Jake’s hands roamed over E’s body, exploring every curve and dip, while she moaned softly in response. When they were both naked, he kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers in a way that made my cock twitch despite myself.

I moved closer, my eyes glued to the scene unfolding before me. E’s breath hitched as Jake’s fingers found her wetness, teasing her until she was practically begging for him. He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the control he had over her.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

“Fuck me,” E pleaded, her voice trembling with need. “Please, Jake, I need you inside me.”

He obliged, positioning himself between her legs and thrusting into her with a single, fluid motion. E’s back arched off the bed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as he filled her completely. I could see the stretch of her lips around his thick cock, and the sight was enough to make me groan aloud.

Jake started moving, his hips snapping against hers with a rhythm that was both brutal and precise. E’s nails dug into his back, leaving faint red marks as she clung to him. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with sounds of pure ecstasy.

“God, Jake, you feel so fucking good,” she gasped, her words barely coherent. “Harder… please, harder!”

He obeyed, driving into her with a force that made the bedframe creak. E’s cries became screams, her pleasure building to a crescendo that seemed to shake the very walls of the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, mesmerized by the raw passion on display.

Eventually, E reached her peak, her body convulsing as she came hard around Jake’s cock. He followed soon after, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled his load with a guttural groan. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath.

Then, slowly, Jake pulled out, his cum dripping from E’s pussy onto the sheets below. He turned to me, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Your turn.”

E looked at me with hooded eyes, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Come here,” she whispered, holding out her hand.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then I saw the look in her eyes—the hunger, the desire—and I knew I couldn’t resist. I stepped forward, allowing her to pull me onto the bed beside her. Her lips found mine, and I tasted Jake on her tongue as she kissed me deeply.

Shoutout to u/Pyrodare for the idea.

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 E’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, E 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, E 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 E 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 E, 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 E 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.

E 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.

The morning after E’s birthday party was awkward, to say the least. Our friends exchanged glances, their eyes darting between E, Jake, and me. No one said it out loud, but the tension in the room was palpable. Jake played it cool, casually sipping his coffee like nothing had happened, but I could see the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. E, on the other hand, seemed more radiant than ever. She leaned into me, her hand still resting on my thigh under the table, as if daring anyone to comment.

Later that day, once everyone had left and we were alone, E turned to me with that mischievous glint in her eye. “So,” she began, her voice low and sultry, “how did you feel about last night?”

I hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. “It was… intense. Hearing you with him, knowing he was inside you…” I trailed off, my voice catching in my throat.

E smirked, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

I nodded, unable to deny it. “Yeah, I did. It was fucking hot.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “What if we took it further? What if next time, you watched us?”

My heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. “You mean, like… in the same room?”

“Exactly.” Her eyes locked onto mine, searching for my reaction. “Or maybe even record it. Something just for us to keep and watch whenever we want.”

The idea sent a shiver down my spine. The thought of seeing E with Jake—watching her ride him, hearing her moan his name—was almost too much to handle. But at the same time, there was something about the proposal that felt… intimate. Like it would bring us closer together, even as she explored this side of herself with someone else.

“Okay,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s do it.”

---

A few days later, E and I were back at her house, preparing for what was sure to be another unforgettable night. We had set up a camera in her bedroom, positioned discreetly in the corner so it wouldn’t be obvious. E tested the angle, making sure it captured the bed perfectly. I sat on the edge of the mattress, watching her with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked, sensing my unease.

I nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah. It’s just… different, you know? Being here while it happens.”

E knelt in front of me, placing her hands on my knees. “You don’t have to stay if you’re not comfortable. But if you want to watch… I think it’ll be amazing.”

Her confidence was infectious, and I felt some of my anxiety melt away. “No, I want to. I really do.”

She grinned, leaning in to kiss me softly. “Good. Because I think you’re going to love it.”

Half an hour later, Jake arrived. He greeted me with a firm handshake, his grip lingering just a little longer than usual. There was an unspoken understanding between us now, a bond forged through shared experiences. He glanced around the room, noticing the camera almost immediately.

“Is this for…?” he trailed off, raising an eyebrow.

E stepped forward, her cheeks flushed. “Yes. We thought it might be fun to record tonight. Something private, just for us.”

Jake smiled, clearly intrigued by the idea. “Alright then. Let’s make it a good one.”

E led him to the bed, where they began undressing each other slowly, their movements deliberate and sensual. I stayed by the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched them. Jake’s hands roamed over E’s body, exploring every curve and dip, while she moaned softly in response. When they were both naked, he kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers in a way that made my cock twitch despite myself.

I moved closer, my eyes glued to the scene unfolding before me. E’s breath hitched as Jake’s fingers found her wetness, teasing her until she was practically begging for him. He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the control he had over her.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

“Fuck me,” E pleaded, her voice trembling with need. “Please, Jake, I need you inside me.”

He obliged, positioning himself between her legs and thrusting into her with a single, fluid motion. E’s back arched off the bed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as he filled her completely. I could see the stretch of her lips around his thick cock, and the sight was enough to make me groan aloud.

Jake started moving, his hips snapping against hers with a rhythm that was both brutal and precise. E’s nails dug into his back, leaving faint red marks as she clung to him. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with sounds of pure ecstasy.

“God, Jake, you feel so fucking good,” she gasped, her words barely coherent. “Harder… please, harder!”

He obeyed, driving into her with a force that made the bedframe creak. E’s cries became screams, her pleasure building to a crescendo that seemed to shake the very walls of the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, mesmerized by the raw passion on display.

Eventually, E reached her peak, her body convulsing as she came hard around Jake’s cock. He followed soon after, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled his load with a guttural groan. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath.

Then, slowly, Jake pulled out, his cum dripping from E’s pussy onto the sheets below. He turned to me, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Your turn.”

E looked at me with hooded eyes, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Come here,” she whispered, holding out her hand.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then I saw the look in her eyes—the hunger, the desire—and I knew I couldn’t resist. I stepped forward, allowing her to pull me onto the bed beside her. Her lips found mine, and I tasted Jake on her tongue as she kissed me deeply.