My friend's wife said "it's a dream, this never happened"

[PaulLani]

Have you ever had a one off fuck and was told never to mention it again, and it never was.

One night many many years ago I was at a friends place having dr,nks with him and his wife, who I also regard as a friend, something I've done many times before and since.
I often flirted with his wife and she flirted back. Although sometimes very sexual, always in fun.
I can't deny I had thought quite often how much I'd love to fuck her but never made a move. If men were honest, most would admit they'd like to fuck their friends wives
As was not unusual I had a lot to dr.nk and it was decided I'd sl.ep on their sofa. My friend was completely plastered and they both went to bed.
I stripped down to my underpants and went to sl.ep under a sheet on their sofa.
Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up and heard the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen area. There was enough light to see that it was his wife.
"Can't sl.ep"? I said to her.
"Shhhhh" she replied and walked over to the sofa and got down on her knees beside the sofa.
She pulled down the sheet and then pulled down my boxer briefs.
She put her finger on her mouth and again quietly said "shhhh"
She started pulling my cock with her left hand and rubbing my balls with her right. It felt so good. I was hard very quickly.
She then whispered, "this isn't happening, it's a dream, right?"
I didn't want her to stop so of course I nodded and "yes"
She stood up, pulled her nightie up, straddled me and lowered her pussy onto my cock. It was so wet and warm.
She whispered "don't cum inside me, ok" "I won't" I said as she started grinding her pussy on my cock.
She pushed down hard on me as she grinded on my cock. Occasionally she'd lift her ass up and down on my cock and return to grinding slow but hard.
After about 10 minutes she pushed hard and stopped grinding . I could feel her thighs quivering as she made a suppressed groan sound. I assume she just cum.
She got off and got back on her knees and said, you can cum now and put my cock into her mouth.
She didn't have to suck long before I unloaded down her throat.
"She whispered, "this never happened and never mention it, even to me. It will never happen again"
She then kissed me and said goodnight and went back to bed.
Nothing changed in our friendship. It was like it never happened and was never mentioned.
I don't know if my friend knew or if he was just out to it after a heavy night or how many of his friends his wife has fucked.

Has anyone else had a similar experience or has any wife done something like that.

 

[MarkIV]

Have you ever had a one off fuck and was told never to mention it again, and it never was.

One night many many years ago I was at a friends place having dr,nks with him and his wife, who I also regard as a friend, something I've done many times before and since.
I often flirted with his wife and she flirted back. Although sometimes very sexual, always in fun.
I can't deny I had thought quite often how much I'd love to fuck her but never made a move. If men were honest, most would admit they'd like to fuck their friends wives
As was not unusual I had a lot to dr.nk and it was decided I'd ...... on their sofa. My friend was completely plastered and they both went to bed.
I stripped down to my underpants and went to ...... under a sheet on their sofa.
Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up and heard the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen area. There was enough light to see that it was his wife.
"Can't ......"? I said to her.
"Shhhhh" she replied and walked over to the sofa and got down on her knees beside the sofa.
She pulled down the sheet and then pulled down my boxer briefs.
She put her finger on her mouth and again quietly said "shhhh"
She started pulling my cock with her left hand and rubbing my balls with her right. It felt so good. I was hard very quickly.
She then whispered, "this isn't happening, it's a dream, right?"
I didn't want her to stop so of course I nodded and "yes"
She stood up, pulled her nightie up, straddled me and lowered her pussy onto my cock. It was so wet and warm.
She whispered "don't cum inside me, ok" "I won't" I said as she started grinding her pussy on my cock.
She pushed down hard on me as she grinded on my cock. Occasionally she'd lift her ass up and down on my cock and return to grinding slow but hard.
After about 10 minutes she pushed hard and stopped grinding . I could feel her thighs quivering as she made a suppressed groan sound. I assume she just cum.
She got off and got back on her knees and said, you can cum now and put my cock into her mouth.
She didn't have to suck long before I unloaded down her throat.
"She whispered, "this never happened and never mention it, even to me. It will never happen again"
She then kissed me and said goodnight and went back to bed.
Nothing changed in our friendship. I was like it never happened and was never mentioned.
I don't know if my friend knew or if he was just out to it after a heavy night or how many of his friends his wife has fucked.

Has anyone else had a similar experience or have any wife done something like that.

I wish I did. That's hot as hell!!

 

[DarkSpectre]

Have you ever had a one off fuck and was told never to mention it again, and it never was.

One night many many years ago I was at a friends place having dr,nks with him and his wife, who I also regard as a friend, something I've done many times before and since.
I often flirted with his wife and she flirted back. Although sometimes very sexual, always in fun.
I can't deny I had thought quite often how much I'd love to fuck her but never made a move. If men were honest, most would admit they'd like to fuck their friends wives
As was not unusual I had a lot to dr.nk and it was decided I'd sl.ep on their sofa. My friend was completely plastered and they both went to bed.
I stripped down to my underpants and went to sl.ep under a sheet on their sofa.
Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up and heard the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen area. There was enough light to see that it was his wife.
"Can't sl.ep"? I said to her.
"Shhhhh" she replied and walked over to the sofa and got down on her knees beside the sofa.
She pulled down the sheet and then pulled down my boxer briefs.
She put her finger on her mouth and again quietly said "shhhh"
She started pulling my cock with her left hand and rubbing my balls with her right. It felt so good. I was hard very quickly.
She then whispered, "this isn't happening, it's a dream, right?"
I didn't want her to stop so of course I nodded and "yes"
She stood up, pulled her nightie up, straddled me and lowered her pussy onto my cock. It was so wet and warm.
She whispered "don't cum inside me, ok" "I won't" I said as she started grinding her pussy on my cock.
She pushed down hard on me as she grinded on my cock. Occasionally she'd lift her ass up and down on my cock and return to grinding slow but hard.
After about 10 minutes she pushed hard and stopped grinding . I could feel her thighs quivering as she made a suppressed groan sound. I assume she just cum.
She got off and got back on her knees and said, you can cum now and put my cock into her mouth.
She didn't have to suck long before I unloaded down her throat.
"She whispered, "this never happened and never mention it, even to me. It will never happen again"
She then kissed me and said goodnight and went back to bed.
Nothing changed in our friendship. It was like it never happened and was never mentioned.
I don't know if my friend knew or if he was just out to it after a heavy night or how many of his friends his wife has fucked.

Has anyone else had a similar experience or have any wife done something like that.

fuck...this was a hot story

 

[Alex12]

Have you ever had a one off fuck and was told never to mention it again, and it never was.

One night many many years ago I was at a friends place having dr,nks with him and his wife, who I also regard as a friend, something I've done many times before and since.
I often flirted with his wife and she flirted back. Although sometimes very sexual, always in fun.
I can't deny I had thought quite often how much I'd love to fuck her but never made a move. If men were honest, most would admit they'd like to fuck their friends wives
As was not unusual I had a lot to dr.nk and it was decided I'd sl.ep on their sofa. My friend was completely plastered and they both went to bed.
I stripped down to my underpants and went to sl.ep under a sheet on their sofa.
Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up and heard the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen area. There was enough light to see that it was his wife.
"Can't sl.ep"? I said to her.
"Shhhhh" she replied and walked over to the sofa and got down on her knees beside the sofa.
She pulled down the sheet and then pulled down my boxer briefs.
She put her finger on her mouth and again quietly said "shhhh"
She started pulling my cock with her left hand and rubbing my balls with her right. It felt so good. I was hard very quickly.
She then whispered, "this isn't happening, it's a dream, right?"
I didn't want her to stop so of course I nodded and "yes"
She stood up, pulled her nightie up, straddled me and lowered her pussy onto my cock. It was so wet and warm.
She whispered "don't cum inside me, ok" "I won't" I said as she started grinding her pussy on my cock.
She pushed down hard on me as she grinded on my cock. Occasionally she'd lift her ass up and down on my cock and return to grinding slow but hard.
After about 10 minutes she pushed hard and stopped grinding . I could feel her thighs quivering as she made a suppressed groan sound. I assume she just cum.
She got off and got back on her knees and said, you can cum now and put my cock into her mouth.
She didn't have to suck long before I unloaded down her throat.
"She whispered, "this never happened and never mention it, even to me. It will never happen again"
She then kissed me and said goodnight and went back to bed.
Nothing changed in our friendship. It was like it never happened and was never mentioned.
I don't know if my friend knew or if he was just out to it after a heavy night or how many of his friends his wife has fucked.

Has anyone else had a similar experience or have any wife done something like that.

cool story!

 

[Alex12]

cool story!

This is the best erotic story I've read in a long time.
Moreover, it's true!

I can imagine what it would be like if this happened to my wife.

Or my friend's wife—either way, it's interesting.

 

[PaulLani]

This is the best erotic story I've read in a long time.
Moreover, it's true!

I can imagine what it would be like if this happened to my wife.

Or my friend's wife—either way, it's interesting.

Because it was never to be mentioned, I don't know why she did it.
Was she just curious about fucking me or another man?
She definitely seemed very controlled and confident so, maybe my friend knew or was it something's she's done before.
Maybe fucking guys just once is her thing.
I'm still friends with these people so maybe one day I'll know.

 

[Alex12]

Because it was never to be mentioned, I don't know why she did it.
Was she just curious about fucking me or another man?
She definitely seemed very controlled and confident so, maybe my friend knew or was it something's she's done before.
Maybe fucking guys just once is her thing.
I'm still friends with these people so maybe one day I'll know.

André Maurois, in his book "Letters to a Stranger," has a story called "The Golden Nail."
...

 

[PaulLani]

André Maurois, in his book "Letters to a Stranger," has a story called "The Golden Nail."
...

Tell us about the story

 

[Alex12]

Tell us about the story

About the Golden Nail


At last you have replied to me! Oh, of course without naming yourself. The stranger remains a stranger to me. Yet now I know at least your handwriting, and I like it. Straight, clear, legible letters – the handwriting of a decent person. And of a decent woman? Perhaps! But in your letter you ask me a rather unusual question.


“For five years now,” you write, “I have had a tender and intelligent friend. He visits me almost every day, advises me what books to read, what to see at the theatre; in short, he fills my leisure in the most pleasant way. We have never crossed the boundaries of friendship. I have no desire to become his mistress, yet he seeks this, insists upon it, even torments me with it. He claims that there is more pride in me than passion, that he suffers unbearably, that things cannot go on like this any longer, and that in the end he will stop seeing me. Should I give in to this ......? The word is ugly, but accurate, for he knows perfectly well that his friendship is necessary to me. Apparently he does not value my friendship highly enough if he is seeking something else?..”


I do not know, madam, whether you have read Sainte-Beuve’s story The Golden Nail. He wrote it in order to win a woman toward whom he found himself in the same position as your friend is toward you. A charming young woman, somewhat resembling Diana the Huntress, childless and younger-looking than her years, condemned him to torment by refusing the final gift of love. With subtle arguments he tried to obtain the long-desired favor.


“To possess, at the age of thirty-five or forty – even if only once – the woman you have long known and loved: that is what I call driving in the ‘golden nail’ of friendship.”


Sainte-Beuve believed that tenderness fastened with this “golden nail” would then endure throughout life more securely than a feeling based merely on gratitude, friendly affection, or common interests. In support of his opinion he quoted an excellent writer of the eighteenth century:


“After an intimate closeness lasting perhaps a quarter of an hour, between two people who may not even love each other but feel at least an attraction, there arises such trust, such ease of communication, such tender attentiveness to one another as will not appear even after ten years of solid friendship.”


This problem of the “golden nail” now stands before you as well, madam. As I understand it, your friend puts the question just as Sainte-Beuve put it in the days of Sophie Loise d’Arbouville. A man truly suffers Tantalus-like torments when he encounters a coquette (perhaps not even aware of it herself) who constantly promises bliss yet leaves him still hungry for it.


And yet I do not believe in the “golden nail.” The first experience is rarely the most successful one. Thus an entire board studded with such nails would be required.


To tell the truth, if your friend suffered as much as he claims, he would long ago have overcome your resistance. Women instinctively recognize sensitive men with whom they can remain on friendly terms. And although this sometimes surprises them a little (an Englishwoman once explained the essence of platonic love this way: “She tries to understand what he wants, and he wants nothing”), they are nevertheless quite satisfied and even tend to take advantage of the situation.


But once a real lover appears – farewell to these “ghosts of friendship.” From the very day Chateaubriand obtained what he wanted, Juliette Récamier belonged to him alone. For a long time she tried to preserve the flowers of love untouched, but later she discovered that its fruits are good as well.


If you can, draw a useful lesson from this. The best oracles always spoke in riddles.


Farewell.

 

[Alex12]

About the Golden Nail


At last you have replied to me! Oh, of course without naming yourself. The stranger remains a stranger to me. Yet now I know at least your handwriting, and I like it. Straight, clear, legible letters – the handwriting of a decent person. And of a decent woman? Perhaps! But in your letter you ask me a rather unusual question.


“For five years now,” you write, “I have had a tender and intelligent friend. He visits me almost every day, advises me what books to read, what to see at the theatre; in short, he fills my leisure in the most pleasant way. We have never crossed the boundaries of friendship. I have no desire to become his mistress, yet he seeks this, insists upon it, even torments me with it. He claims that there is more pride in me than passion, that he suffers unbearably, that things cannot go on like this any longer, and that in the end he will stop seeing me. Should I give in to this ......? The word is ugly, but accurate, for he knows perfectly well that his friendship is necessary to me. Apparently he does not value my friendship highly enough if he is seeking something else?..”


I do not know, madam, whether you have read Sainte-Beuve’s story The Golden Nail. He wrote it in order to win a woman toward whom he found himself in the same position as your friend is toward you. A charming young woman, somewhat resembling Diana the Huntress, childless and younger-looking than her years, condemned him to torment by refusing the final gift of love. With subtle arguments he tried to obtain the long-desired favor.


“To possess, at the age of thirty-five or forty – even if only once – the woman you have long known and loved: that is what I call driving in the ‘golden nail’ of friendship.”


Sainte-Beuve believed that tenderness fastened with this “golden nail” would then endure throughout life more securely than a feeling based merely on gratitude, friendly affection, or common interests. In support of his opinion he quoted an excellent writer of the eighteenth century:


“After an intimate closeness lasting perhaps a quarter of an hour, between two people who may not even love each other but feel at least an attraction, there arises such trust, such ease of communication, such tender attentiveness to one another as will not appear even after ten years of solid friendship.”


This problem of the “golden nail” now stands before you as well, madam. As I understand it, your friend puts the question just as Sainte-Beuve put it in the days of Sophie Loise d’Arbouville. A man truly suffers Tantalus-like torments when he encounters a coquette (perhaps not even aware of it herself) who constantly promises bliss yet leaves him still hungry for it.


And yet I do not believe in the “golden nail.” The first experience is rarely the most successful one. Thus an entire board studded with such nails would be required.


To tell the truth, if your friend suffered as much as he claims, he would long ago have overcome your resistance. Women instinctively recognize sensitive men with whom they can remain on friendly terms. And although this sometimes surprises them a little (an Englishwoman once explained the essence of platonic love this way: “She tries to understand what he wants, and he wants nothing”), they are nevertheless quite satisfied and even tend to take advantage of the situation.


But once a real lover appears – farewell to these “ghosts of friendship.” From the very day Chateaubriand obtained what he wanted, Juliette Récamier belonged to him alone. For a long time she tried to preserve the flowers of love untouched, but later she discovered that its fruits are good as well.


If you can, draw a useful lesson from this. The best oracles always spoke in riddles.


Farewell.

You have driven in the "golden nail of friendship"