(Married) Friends With Benefits!
My wife Vanessa and I sat on the sofa together. Before we fell in love, we were best friends. Frankly, a big reason for our marriage is we are both Christians, and we both have a high sex drive and wanted to have a sex life, but didn’t believe that was okay unless we were married to someone. I had never been in a relationship with anyone, and Vanessa hadn’t been for a long time. So, to make a long story short, we decided to get married! One of the key aspects of marrying your best friend is that you feel so at ease with each other, and the passion flows very smoothly out of that. All you have to do is make time for it and cultivate it, as if it were a garden. Give it some sunlight, some rain, and some fertilizer, and you’ll harvest many blessings.
We were laughing and talking as we watched a movie together. When Vanessa had been younger, she was heavily involved in the theater scene while in college, and is actually quite a talented actress in addition to being a talented dancer. Some of the plays her group put on sounded pretty racy, and I have had several pleasurable erections just from listening to Vanessa describe them to me. Once, she also got to co-star in an extremely low-budget horror movie that someone from her university directed. She has a copy of it, and we occasionally watch it together to laugh and squeal. “No, Vanessa don’t go in there!” I’ll scream, and then Vanessa will laugh. So, naturally, she and I had bonded over movies. We even have gotten free tickets and VIP seats at plays because of her connections in the theater world.
As we sat together on the sofa enjoying her latest movie purchase, she was next to me as I straddled the armrest.
“Honey, why do you have to sit like that? You’ll mess up the armrest,” she chided.
“Ness, it’s comfortable this way!” I replied.
As we were watching the movie, the room felt cozy. The last of the evening light drifted in through the slats of the balcony window, and a floor lamp added an orange tinge to the periwinkle of the natural light, and the pale blue of the television.
Vanessa was wearing one of my favorite blouses, a teal form-fitting blouse with buttons and a low neckline, presenting an ample amount of cleavage. I took an appreciative glance downwards as her bra pushed her bosom upward, making her breasts appear like creamy-yellow balloons with a heady mix of soft brown and pale ivory-pink undertones inflating up through her neckline, stretching the fabric with their luscious forms. Her cutoff white shorts clung to her rounded ass and fleshy thighs, the skimpy cut of the fabric allowing me a nice look at her thick legs, deliciously-hued with a buttercream sheen and rosy pink undertones. The intimate, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, darker than most of her legs and with a browner hue, peeked out at me from the edge of the fabric, which had ridden up very high on her legs, making me desire her. She watched my gaze out of the corner of her eye, before turning back to the movie. Several minutes passed while we watched together and continued to laugh at the funny moments.
Without warning, Vanessa, her almond-shaped blue-gray eyes still focused on the movie, began unbuttoning her blouse. My curiosity piqued, I asked, “What are you doing, Nessa?” She replied by placing an index finger to her lips, as the other hand continued unbuttoning her blouse, exposing more and more of her enticing cleavage. Pretty soon, the fabric of her bra was exposed, as were the curved lines of her lovely breasts peeking out from the large cups. As she continued to watch the movie, she began gently exploring the exposed upper surfaces of her breasts with her fingers, her breathing gradually deepening and quickening.
I began to pay more attention to Vanessa than the movie. With her free hand, she reached and began pulling my legs open, beckoning me to face her without a word. I asked again what was going on, and she only smirked while continuing to face the television screen.
After a brief few moments of fidgeting with my belt and removing my pants, she pulled down my underwear, and to neither of our surprise, my erect penis popped out and proudly presented itself to her. In a seamless move she had perfected through many repetitions, Vanessa leaned in, and in one motion, she had her bra undone, her breasts dramatically spilling out of her unbuttoned blouse. She then took hold of my erection, gently massaging my brown balls and continuing to enjoy the movie as she did so. I gasped, and once again, she seductively put one index finger to her coral lips.
I loved the feeling of her eyes on my genitals. She often complimented me for my appearance, pointing out how my facial features reflected my Central and Eastern European ancestry, while my skin tone reflected more my Latin American and Near Eastern heritage.
As I thought on these things, my bare genitals feeling as if they were surging with electricity, Vanessa turned her body toward me, leaning forward so her breasts hung down like low hanging fruit, and took me into her gap. Vanessa had a special nickname for my penis, “The Noodle”, because when she first saw me erect, it appeared longer and thinner than she had expected. Plus she really, really enjoyed sucking it up, “like a spaghetti noodle,” she had said.
Now, I don’t let my penis go to my head (scratch that, I have, 😏👅 but that’s another story), because any grounds I have to boast in the length department are negated by my general lack of girth. Still, I am glad to be the way God made me, and I love Vanessa’s humorous nickname for my junk. Even so, my above-average length was no match for the depth of Vanessa’s cleavage, as “The Noodle” disappeared between her breasts like a doomed mountain climber falling into a crevasse.
As my pleasure intensified, I felt my hands absentmindedly groping at my own chest, fondling my nipples. I tore my shirt off and threw it away from me, my motions on my nipples becoming more rapid and erratic. The sensations all over me, from the delightful pleasure of being naked and exposed before my fellow human being, to the erotic beauty of said human being, and the electric pleasure surging through my genitals as she worked her magic on me, caused my face to contort with a delectable sexual agony as my body began shaking…
Now, if you had been a voyeur to our union over the next couple of minutes, and peeked in through the curtain, you would have seen a voluptuous, heavyset beauty with her breasts exposed, and a naked, athletic-but-not-chiseled man with his hips rocking back and forth, as the woman alternated kissing, licking, and sucking his penis, before driving it into her cleavage once more and pressing herself backward and forward. It was an erotic dance of breast sex interspersed with oral performed by the woman, and they were both clearly enjoying it.
As Vanessa continued to satisfy me with her body, I gasped and moaned and begged for more. I kept intoning “Why?” and voice creaked under the weight of the pleasures I was experiencing. I couldn’t help wondering what I had done to deserve this extremely pleasurable surprise.
Vanessa just smiled seductively, her only answer a sensual moan as her eyes closed. I watched her hand as she pushed her shorts and panties to the side and began massaging her now-exposed dark labia and her engorged clit, her other hand still working my cock as she thrust her full bosom into my manhood again and again in a rolling, pounding motion.
We came almost simultaneously, my shoulders hunching dramatically and my head thrown back as Vanessa’s full lips parted breathlessly, my semen filling the space between her breasts, and spattering slightly on her upper chest and neck. We groaned in unison, our bodies shuddering as we clung to each other, passionately nuzzling and shaking with our shared excitement as the rolling waves of pleasure continued to rock us like ships in a storm.
In the aftermath, Vanessa slowly rubbed my semen into her breasts, and to my increased satisfaction, left them exposed for the remainder of the movie. Returning the favor, I let my dripping penis hang out of my pants, making no effort to put it away. I snuggled up to Vanessa, and we continued to watch the movie, occasionally kissing one another on the neck, and nibbling each other’s earlobes.
Vanessa never even said a word about the sexual escapade she had initiated, but her face said it all. She was exceedingly comfortable with me, her best friend. I only have good things to say about how fun it is to be married to your best friend.
She is my friend with benefits, and I have no shame over our wildness with each other, because we’re married—thank God!
Now, I’d love to repeat that act, in an empty movie theater. If ever it happens, you can trust me to post about it!
Cheers,
NorthernSky
I enjoy your stories NorthernSky. It sounds like you two have a great relationship. I like the background you poured into this one, and I feel you’re both very blessed to have found each other.
The spontaneous breast sex was also amazing. I’m glad you shared this story. It made me smile this morning.
Thank you!
That would definitely make any movie really good.
No doubt about it!
Great story !
The way you describe Vanessa is endearing and makes at least this reader make her feel like a friend❤️
🔥❤️L.&M. ❤️🔥
She’s the sort of woman who is a friend to everyone, and the life of the party. ❤️
In addition to your wonderful descriptive writing style, the whole premise of this story is so beautiful. Friends who got married? That is what I want! There needs to be a compatibility of tastes, hobbies, interests, passions, and lifestyle, then you can add romance, flirting, and sex. I look forward to that someday. One thing I'm just a tad sad about: I'd love to have "boob sex" with my future husband, but my tits are too small! 🤪 Maybe other techniques will be just as fun.
Sweetheart, your breasts are perfect because they're yours .
And you lovely one. Are perfect!❤️
Lady L. 💋
LLL, allow me to write you a little story.
I taught high school, I think I have some understanding of boys, many are going to love your breasts.
Dear 3L let me show you how much I love your tits.
Both strip naked. He props up pillows so you semi recline.
He begins with your mouth, sensuously kissing you, then works his way do to your little titties. Ministering on your loved bumps and now rock hard nipples.
He pauses occasionally to reach down and stroke his hardness.
One of the things you loved about him was that as a godly man, he was not shy about enjoying God's gift of his body and sexuality. You loved seeing him with his erection in hand.
His touch, mouth and hand, plus his increasing hardness was getting you quite horny. In honour of your husband and God, you started masturbating yourself, working on getting your "myrrh" to flow, like the Shulammite.
Hubbies hand was going more frequently to his hard dick.
"Time to show you how much I love your tits, by blessing them as a husband should."
He moves so he is kneeling beside you dick aimed at your tits and wanks himself in earnest, pumping his dick with his hand. Both joy and arousal increase in as you watch in delight and happiness, thanking God that he has gifted you with a good Christian man who masturbates himself, and shares his solo sexual pleasure with you, as you do with him.
And then he cums, a spurt hits your hard nipple, triggering your own orgasm – or maybe that is just because you have now been masturbating yourself for several minutes.
You hold up your hand, dripping with "myrrh", just like the godly Shulammite, for which he praises you.
And with his semen on your breasts, that he loves so much.
God Bless you LLL, and all small breasted girls who read this, your small tits a perfect.
I pray you enjoyed this little story for you.
(And that this inspired you to masturbate yourself, remember, it is God's gift to you).
Even if you can't have breast sex as described here, he can still rub his penis on your chest and you play with it and have him rub it on your breasts
Take is from a guy who likes small boobs, please don’t worry about your cup size. You husband will love them because they’re yours and the both of you can and will have so much fun with them.
For example, he will find it delightful that he can (almost) get one completely in his mouth. Even if he can’t squeeze them around his cock, he can still fuck your chest and cum on each of your titties.
It’ll be easier for you to get away with not wearing a bra, and you flash him to get him going.
Small boobs really are great. Just use them for both your and his pleasure.
Thank you for your kind words, LLL!
As for size, I always like to say, a woman’s breasts are beautiful BECAUSE they’re breasts! Regardless of size. Enjoy who you are and who God made you. I’m sure your husband will!
Loved this story! So romantic and fun! Looking forward to your next story NorthernSky! Stay horny and God bless you!
Thank you, GG! Means so much to hear you enjoy them.
We can relate to your boob sex idea we call it the spitting breast volcano!Enjoy your fearfully and wonderfully made bodies!
Thank you I’m glad you enjoyed it!
WOW! That was 🥵! Or 🔥!
My wife n I also were best friends first. The ensuing passion of our marriage is awesome!
This was such a great scene or experience for you two. Your use of language is excellent too. I liked this phrase:
“…delectable sexual agony…”
Over the years we’ve sometimes had “between the boobies sex” and it’s a lot of fun!
Although some people might not consider that my voluptuous curvy wife is sexy, to me she’s my best friend and sex goddess! I think you can relate!
Thanks for the kind words!
Sounds like your wife is amazing too.
God bless!
Sweet and sexy, loved it!
Glad to hear it!
Thank you for another hot story, NothernSky! Your descriptive and honest stories are always such a turn on! I enjoyed reading your perspective of receiving titty fucking, especially you cumming together. I enjoy initiating sex too and getting Hubby off with my boobs only is so fun