My Girlfriend’s Friend Tried All Our Toys

I opened the door and there she was, with a different sparkle in her eyes and the same beauty as always. Pale skin, cheeks flushed by the cold, green eyes, and that fine, pointed nose that made her unmistakable.

—Lucía isn’t here, is she? —she asked.

—No, she’s on the afternoon shift at the clinic today —I replied.

—Damn. I came to return a dress she lent me a few days ago. Here.

She stretched out her arm to hand it to me and, when I took it, I accidentally brushed her hand. She was wearing her wedding ring.

—Come in if you want. I’ll make you a coffee.

Nerea usually stayed chatting with me for hours. I’d say we’re friends on the same level as she is with my girlfriend, whom she’s known since high school. She accepted and headed into the living room. I closed the door and stayed a step behind her. She was wearing black leather pants that fit her ass perfectly, and she walked with a sensuality I’ve seen in very few women. My eyes kept drifting to her waist and legs until she sank down onto the sofa.

—How are you, Nere?

—Fine, all things considered —she said, while I made the coffee in the open kitchen.

—Is it still dead in the bedroom? —I asked, referring to the almost nonexistent sex life she’d confessed to us some time ago.

—Same as ever. We’ve basically gone two months without touching each other. Aitor works until super late because he’s in the middle of audit season, and when he gets home he just wants to sleep.

—And you’re hot as hell, right? —I blurted out, laughing.

—How do you know! My suction toy’s worn out from so much use. I think I need new toys.

Nerea isn’t stupid at all, and she’s also incredibly filthy-minded. When we’re alone, we always end up talking about fantasies and how almost everyone drags around the same taboos that keep them from enjoying themselves. She tells me she’s been trying for a while to get Aitor to try anal sex, but he has no patience: as soon as she gets two fingers in and it bothers him, he stops. For someone as filthy-minded as she is, I think she ought to explore first, try a thin toy to stretch herself until she can do it without pain and, above all, with pleasure. More than once she’s confessed to wanting to try a threesome, with another woman involved. Every time she says it, I can’t help imagining her.

—I’m pretty open sexually —I told her—. I’ve even told you how I stretch myself with my own toys and what a man misses when he doesn’t dare explore that area. I talk about sex better with you than with any friend.

—Well then I’ll buy some of yours, smartass! —she said, laughing.

—I swear some of them are still unopened. Whenever you want, I’ll show them to you and you can try them —I went on, in a joking tone.

—Come on, show them to me, if you’re so brave.

I froze with a smile on my face, but serious inside. We had once joked with one of them over drinks in the afternoon, with my girlfriend right there. Never alone.

—Should I go get them?

—Go on —she confirmed.

***

I came back into the living room with the box where we keep everything and set it on the coffee table. I told her to take things out herself, and she did. One by one they appeared on the wood: a steel plug with a crystal in the base, a set of three graduated dilators, a pair of Ben Wa balls, the suction toy, a thick massager, a harness with a thin dildo for beginners, another realistic and considerably larger one for advanced users, several vibrating eggs, gels, condoms…

The smile never left her face. She got more and more excited with each piece she discovered and asked me which ones I used most, which was my favorite. I explained each one to her, and without thinking, I started pressing the vibrators against her forearm, her wrist, the back of her hand.

—I think my panties are wet, you asshole —she said between laughs.

At that moment I felt my pants starting to tighten.

—See? It’s not like you’re lacking tools within reach —I replied.

—Do you want me to try one?

—It feels a bit weird. We’ve never gone this far before.

—This far? We’re not doing anything. I’m talking about trying a piece of silicone!

I nodded, still unsure, but something changed in that moment. The tone of voice, the way we looked at each other. The filth hit us both at once and we started moving our lips like two total degenerates. Nerea grabbed the realistic dildo, the big one, and brought it up to her nose.

—You must have had some good parties with this one, huh?

—A few. I slide it almost all the way in while I eat her pussy, and he blows his load in less than a minute.

—Mmm… delicious. I’d swear it still smells a little like her.

She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip. She rested it against her cheek and asked me if it suited her. I told her it turned me on like crazy, that she had a face that could get anyone hard in an instant. Nerea started running her tongue up and down the toy, circling the head very slowly. She closed her eyes and gave it soft kisses while I watched from the sofa opposite, getting harder and harder inside my pants.

She picked up the pace until she opened her eyes and slammed the dildo onto the table with its suction cup.

—Let’s see how far you can go —I teased her.

Without taking her eyes off me, she started taking it in little by little, centimeter by centimeter. She stopped halfway, held it there for a few seconds, pulled it out, took a breath, and tried again. The second time she got almost all the way to the back of her throat. Her mouth filled with saliva and she pulled it back out again. Third attempt: she planted both hands on the table, let her body weight fall, and made room. She controlled the gag reflex astonishingly well and swallowed it practically all the way. Her eyes were misty and a little puddle of drool formed under her chin. She gestured with her eyebrows and mouth, looking for my approval, letting out moans of effort and pleasure at the same time.

At last she pulled it out, took a deep breath, and with glossy lips and teary eyes asked me what I thought.

—You’re an incredible slut —came out of me from the gut.

—I know. Are you hard?

—My fly’s about to burst —I admitted.

She smiled wickedly and peeled the toy off the table. She stood up, loosened her belt, and unbuttoned her pants. I didn’t think she’d actually do it, but there she was, my girlfriend’s best friend in my living room, determined to take it all the way in front of me.

—Do you mind if I finish what I started? —she asked.

—Uh… no, not at all.

She pulled her pants down to her ankles and, without taking them off, moved her thong aside. She lubed the dildo with spit, did the same with her sex, and, standing up, slowly pushed the tip inside. She shifted a little to the right so the table wouldn’t block my view and started working it in and out, until, fully lubricated, it went all the way in. With the toy inside and holding it with one hand, she said to me:

—Well, it looks like it fits me just fine.

We both burst out laughing. The situation was tense, but little by little I managed to normalize it. That said, I kept glancing at the clock: my girlfriend didn’t have much longer before getting out of the clinic, and what was happening at home was not going to make her happy.

***

Nerea sat astride a chair, facing away, with the dildo still inside her, and asked me to pick the next one. I grabbed a very thin one, barely two centimeters in diameter, and handed it to her so she could try it from behind. She put on a bit of lubricant and massaged her sphincter with the tip, moaning softly as she relaxed. A few seconds later the head was already inside, but she started to lose coordination: the other toy, buried all the way in, was putting too much pressure on her. That was when we took it a step further. I got involved.

I asked her to relax and let go of the small dilator. She held on to the back of the chair and slowly lowered herself until she was sitting properly, filled from the front. I took the thin toy, massaged her entrance with one finger, and with my other hand applied barely any pressure, until her own relaxation did the work and it went in very slowly.

—I wish Aitor had this much patience —she murmured.

—I wish I always had this much patience —I replied, laughing nervously.

I kept working carefully until the second toy was inside. Then I started stroking her ass with my fingertips and leaned in to kiss her on the back. She sighed and began rocking forward and back, moving the dildo and rubbing her clit against the edge of the seat. Her breathing deepened; both toys were going in and out of her two holes at the same time, giving me the best show I’d ever seen. I leaned in to her ear and whispered whether she was going to come.

—Yes! —she answered between moans.

And she sped up.

—Good girl —I told her, just before kissing near her ear.

That made her hook an arm around my head and keep me pressed against her shoulder. After ten or twelve furious rocking motions that even shifted the chair, she started trembling, clamped down on me hard, and collapsed against the backrest. She had just come with two of her friend’s toys and the help of that same friend’s boyfriend.

—Your first double penetration —I said.

—And my first anal… fuck, my legs are trembling —she replied.

I had an uncomfortable tingling running through my whole body, especially my crotch, thighs, and lower belly. I know that feeling: it’s pure arousal built up from everything I’d just seen. I asked if she wanted to get up and helped her stand. When she straightened, the two toys stayed stuck to the chair and slipped out of her body with a loud plop. She offered to clean them, but I told her not to worry: by my estimate, my girlfriend had a little more than fifteen minutes before showing up, and I preferred she leave. Nerea dressed, kissed me on the cheek, gave me a hug, and said goodbye as affectionately as always, without adding a word.

***

Up to that point, technically, I hadn’t had even a kiss or a penetration with her. But I had massaged her sphincter, and my finger smelled like her intimacy. That drives me crazy. I went over to the toys and saw them shining with fluid and lubricant. They smelled heavenly. I spent a few minutes with them in my hands until I couldn’t take it anymore and ended up licking them clean, both at once, with my eyes closed, thinking about that freshly opened ass. Right there, in the living room, I pulled out my cock and masturbated until, a few minutes later, I shot everything onto the table. I’m sure Nerea would have given me a hand gladly, but I wouldn’t have felt comfortable, and I waited as best I could for her to leave.

We kept on as if nothing had happened, and we never brought it up again… until a couple of days ago. Taking advantage of the fact that we were alone, she came over and said to me:

—I’ve got doubts about which toys to buy. Maybe you can give me a hand.

—With pleasure —I replied, knowing there was a hundred percent chance of having that body stretching open again just inches from my face.

And that maybe, this second time, I wouldn’t be able to keep still. Or that she herself wouldn’t let me.