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Liar

I decided to lie to my wife about fucking her best friend. Sounds pretty awful, doesn’t it? Let me tell you why, then maybe you might understand.

My wife is my everything. She is a goddess to me. She’s kind, smart, amazingly beautiful, and loves me. We met in college, and at the time, it was a bit of a toss-up whether I was going to ask her best friend Beth out or her. Something about her drew me. What put the icing on the cake was her best friend. Beth wasn’t jealous at all. She encouraged us and became an indispensable part of both our lives.

Susan and I dated through college and married when I was hired as a chemical engineer. She worked as a surgical nurse until she passed her boards. Three years into our marriage, she became a nurse practitioner, and I couldn’t be prouder of her. Beth is her office manager and remains our best friend. She lived with us until she bought a house in our neighborhood. She’s never been in a long-term relationship, as far as I know. This is despite Susan and my encouraging her and accepting her sometimes strange taste in guys without flinching for the most part.

Susan is also quite kinky in bed. Sometimes, a bit kinkier than I’m comfortable with. I’ll try anything, but occasionally, what excites her leaves me a bit puzzled. It’s not like I’m against it. I don’t see why it’s erotic. She likes verbal abuse sometimes and has asked me to demean her while we’re in bed. I can’t imagine much of anything I would like to do less. I guess the ...

... one advantage is that it helps me hold off from cumming too soon. I have gone along with her strange fantasies because they make her happy and certainly don’t hurt me. I enjoyed my wife’s body, regardless of what led to her sharing it with me.

Things got strange about six months ago. Susan, Beth, our neighbor Nancy, and our other neighbor Trish were doing their usual bi-weekly hangout thing. They would all dress to the nines, go out drinking and dancing, flirt like heathens, come home drunk, and three of the four would fuck their husband’s brains out. Beth was single, so she often got the short end of the stick. They protected each other like wolves when they were out. As far as I was concerned, I trusted my wife, I trusted her friends, and I loved that she had fun.

On that fateful night, it was my turn to pick up the gaggle of inebriated geese and drop them at their homes. It was a chore that I was more than happy to complete. Four drunk and hot women can be very entertaining. I pulled into the club parking lot and meandered the crew cab around so that I could see the ladies exit the club. I didn’t have long to wait for the giggling gaggle to make their way out of the club. Susan spotted my truck right away and waved as she led her horny cohorts to the truck.

The passenger side door opened. I looked over, expecting to see my wife, but what I saw instead was the captivating green eyes of her best friend, Beth. Susan peered around Beth’s shoulder and grinned, “Beth ...