A long-time friend of mine, Laura, was leaving the country for her masters degree, and came over the night before she was going to leave to hang out once last time. Laura is 5’00” with shoulder length dirty blonde hair.

I am also 24, 5’7”, 140 lbs with ringlet brown hair that goes to my breasts. I have piercing blue eyes that regularly cause people to ask me where I get my colored contacts from. I’m married (at the time engaged) to a wonderful woman who doesn’t care her wife is a slut.

The three of us had dinner, talked, and moved to the bedroom to pet my cat and get more comfortable (my bed is the best <3). My fiancé and I change into PJs, while Laura borrows a pair of leggings and a baggy t-shirt.

So the three of us (including my fiancé) are lying in bed together talking and my fiancé falls asleep. I’m spooning Laura and she’s talking about her fears and insecurities about traveling to a new country for her MA

I shift and my fingers run along Laura’s leg and she lets out this HUGE moan. We giggle and I ask if it’s been a long time and she says yes. She starts to tell me about the bad dates she’s been on of late, and how she often goes home and masterbates rather than let them fuck her.

We talk some more and she complains about her shoulders and asks for a massage. She lies on her front and I massage her neck and shoulders, then work my way down her back.

She’s moaning and I’m not thinking about it sexually (massages feel really good after all!) until she turns over and I start to massage the front of her legs and there’s a puddle of wetness beneath her.

I ask her if she would like to borrow our guest vibrator and give herself an orgasm, and she says she’s really sexually frustrated but that she’s never been able to cum from a vibrator. I commiserate, and start wondering if maybe I can help her out.

I go back to massaging her thighs and she stops trying to hide how turned on she is. She’s shaking and shivering and I’m not going above the mid-point of her thigh.

I ask her what she wants me to do, and she says she doesn’t know. I ask her if she wants me to finger her until she orgasms, and she thinks about it and says yes

So I do. It honestly didn’t feel like anything to me, nothing different from the rest of the massage

We didn’t kiss; I was fully clothed.

Afterwards we cuddled a bit and she decides to go home. I wake up my fiancé and we change the sheets and go to sleep.

And that’s the story of how I gave my dear friend a happy ending massage while my fiancé slept next to us totally unaware.