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Tested Again
by W2beh (w2beh@yahoo.com)
***
My wife exercises her growing control over me once
again, this time humiliating me in front of a large
group of my best friends, gathered for a poker game.
She teases them as they drink, making them horny, then
makes me service their needs. I've written this account
of the night at her request, and she asks that I
solicit your feedback to enhance my humiliation. (MMF,
bi, reluc, exh, orgy)
***
Every time my wife walked through the room, the game
virtually came to a halt. Six sets of eyes, my own
included, were watching her. At first, it was discreet
looks, but as time wore on the stares became bolder.
The guys around the table all knew her well. However, I
don't think any of them had ever seen her looking so
good. And I was certain they had never seen her without
a bra, her breasts bouncing deliciously under the thin
cotton summer dress that had seemed to become her
trademark.
It was unusual that she was there at all. Our poker
games occurred about twice a year on average, and had
been going on for many years. Only one of the guys,
Tony, lived in town, with most of the rest living in
neighboring cities. Blake had to stay over night, his
home being well north. It took a little effort for us
all to get together for these games, but it was worth
it.
The normal routine was for the host's family to clear
out, making it an evening just for the guys. On this
particular night, the kids were gone, but my wife's
plans had suddenly fallen through at the last minute.
And so it happened that she was home, and the
distraction she created was evidence enough that the
'guys only' practice of the past was well thought out.
The start of the evening had been normal enough. The
guys arrived about eight, and we spent a little time
catching up on each other. When we took our seats and
started playing poker, it was with the normal rowdiness
that accompanied these events. The liquor flowed
freely, mostly beer with shots of tequila thrown in
from time to time. The stakes were low, the idea being
fun, not gambling. If the big winner for the night went
home $100 up, it was unusual.
For the first couple of hours, my wife stayed back in
our room, and the guys didn't even know she was there.
There was many times when I wished they did, as the
conversation tended to be crude and there was little
doubt the voices carried easily down the hallway. At
best I could moderate my own comments, and hope she
didn't find the rest too offensive.
When she finally came into the room, conversation came
to a halt. The guys were all surprised to see her, and
I was sure some were thinking back through their topics
of conversation. My wife knew their wives. But she just
smiled, and quickly put them all at ease. The hallway
was raised above the dining room where we sat, and to a
man we were all admiring the way the thin material of
the dress hung so sexily on her slender body. The dark
blue color, with the pattern of small flowers, obscured
the details, but her shape underneath was readily
apparent.
She watched as we resumed play. I was sitting at the
head of the table, with my wife behind me, and I could
see the guys looking past me to steal glances at her as
we played on. Noting that the mood was now quite a bit
subdued, my wife flashed them all a dazzling smile and
told them, 'Don't let my presence interfere with your
fun.' With that, she headed off to the kitchen.
As soon as she was out of sight the guys started
hissing and throwing stuff at me, upset that I hadn't
told them she was home. Judging by the clothes she had
selected, I knew she liked being the only woman around
so many men, so there was no reason to be concerned.
'Just relax, assholes, and play poker.'
Resuming play, I poured another round of tequila shots
and passed them out. It helped to put everyone at ease,
and it wasn't long before the rowdiness returned. We
played a few more hands, and quite frankly I wasn't
doing too well, which led Mark to comment, 'Maybe we
should get his wife to take his place.' That brought
catcalls and laughter, which suddenly stopped when my
wife came back into the room with a tray of sandwiches.
She made a big show of delivering a sandwich to
everyone at the table, pausing for a friendly word or
two, putting everyone at ease once again. Serving me
last, she then stood by my side and poured herself a
shot of tequila. This prompted a few raised eyebrows as
everyone paused to see if she would drink it. I knew
she would, and wasn't the least bit surprised when she
swallowed it in one gulp and poured a second. When she
downed that one in similar fashion, everyone cheered in
admiration.
As we played on, I had no idea what she was up to, and
decided to conduct a test. She was leaning on my chair,
up against my left shoulder, and as Clint dealt another
hand, I casually ran my left hand up the back of her
nylon-covered leg. Out of sight of the rest of the
guys, my hand continued its journey north, crossing
from nylon to bare flesh and moving on until my
suspicion was confirmed.
Her pussy was bare under the dress, and the dampness my
hand encountered left no doubt she was turned on. She
looked down at me with a smile and a wink, then headed
off to collect another round of beers from the
refrigerator. The game paused as everyone watched her
walk away.
When she returned, I immediately noticed the change.
Her dress buttoned from top to bottom on the front, and
now the top and bottom buttons were undone. I was
certain they had not been that way before, and I
wondered how many of the other guys made the same
observation. She passed out the beers and again her
manner relaxed them all.
One or two touched her back in thanks, and as she
reached across to the table to collect the empties, I
noticed her breasts brush across Blake's shoulder. Body
language made it clear he enjoyed it, and when she
carried off the empties to the trash a couple of the
other guys were quick to point out how lucky he was.
They were looking towards me, gauging my reaction, but
I just smiled. She was definitely turning me on, too.
Where was this going? Was my wife thinking gang-bang?
She was intentionally dressing and acting sexy, and
getting noticed. Is that all she wanted? These guys
were my friends of many years, since college days for
most of them, and I wasn't sure I wanted that
friendship to become complicated. But I also knew my
wife was now the dominant force in our marriage, and if
she had something on her mind I was not likely to
object. In the last few months I had given her control,
and so far had no regrets.
When she came back she had four buttons undone, two at
the top and two at the bottom. This meant the top of
her dress was free to open down to a spot between her
breasts, and the bottom up to a spot just below her
crotch. Others had to be noticing, and her boldness
turned me on even more. When she poured another shot,
we all joined her, Clint offering a somewhat drunken
toast to a new tradition of having a beautiful woman in
the house for our poker games. My wife was flattered
and bent over to hug him across the shoulders, the act
giving most of the table a good look at the space
between her breasts.
Her face was flushed from the liquor as she moved from
place to place at the table, holding friendly
conversations with each of the guys as we played on.
The pace of the game had slowed considerably with the
distraction, but no one seemed bothered. The pile of
chips in front of me was at an all time low, and when
one of the guys commented that she might have to bail
me out, she just laughed. Then someone else added that
she might have to be collateral to cover my debts if my
luck didn't change. She came to stand behind me with a
quick comeback, 'Looks like I better change his luck
for him.'
Her arms came around my shoulders and she leaned in to
look at the hand I had been dealt, her breasts nestling
in on either side of my neck. I couldn't be sure how it
looked to the other guys, but it felt great. She held
this position through a couple of hands, whispering
repeatedly in my ear. While most of the guys figured
she was commenting on the cards, only I knew she was
offering a running commentary on how turned on she was.
Even though it was incredibly distracting, my luck took
a turn and I won two hands in a row. This led to calls
from the other guys for help, but she just waved them
off. Her last whispered comment before she moved caused
me to freeze, 'I hope you're ready to serve, slut.'
With that she turned away from me and started
collecting the sandwich plates, giving a couple of good
shots of cleavage along the way. As she headed back to
the kitchen, I was still pondering her meaning. What
was she up to? She came back into the room, but offered
no clue, moving away from me in favor of attention from
the other guys.
They were getting bolder, placing hands around her
waist on her legs as she talked to them, often leaning
in so that her breasts brushed against them. At each
stop around the table, she looked directly at me. I
just watched. It was erotic to see so many different
hands on my wife, and I could not help but wonder if
any of them had concluded by now she had no panties on.
Certainly a hand on her bare hip would leave you
wondering.
She proposed another round of tequila, and I knew that
with her fourth shot she was reaching a point of no
return. Tequila had always been an aphrodisiac for her.
Everyone readily joined in, and this time in place of a
toast, Mark proposed that if I lost another hand, my
wife would be obligated to undo one more button. So it
was confirmed, they had noticed. We drank down the
shots, and my wife looked at me, 'Play well, my honor's
at stake.'
It didn't seem fair, six guys playing and I had to win.
Actually I came close, but in the end Mark took the
hand, much to the joy of everyone else. Without
pretense, my wife looked directly at Mark and said,
'You didn't specify top or bottom'.
'Well, I was thinking one of each, just like the last
two times.'
She chuckled, then shamelessly undid one of each. The
guys all whistled and hooted in appreciation. Her dress
was now unbuttoned to a point well below her breasts
from the top, and even with her pussy from below. It
wouldn't take much for the group to get a free shot.
She promptly collected the empty beer bottles and
headed off for another round, all eyes on her. She
returned with a tray of new ones, and stood next to me
as she passed them out. When she handed one to Andy at
the opposite end of the table, she leaned well over. I
saw the dress billow away from her body, and the looks
on the guys faces made it clear they got the view they
were hoping for.
When she stood back up and Mark looked at me, 'You are
one lucky SOB.'
I grinned, but my wife responded. 'No, I'm the lucky
one in this marriage'.
Sounding like a compliment, all the guys hooted at
that, but after a moment, Robert took the bait. 'How
are you so lucky?'
Without hesitation, she answered, 'I married a guy who
will do anything I tell him to do.'
All the guys knew me well and knew I was a very strong-
minded person, so this comment immediately brought
cries of 'pussy whipped!' followed by laughter. I was
stunned by her comment, and catching me completely off
guard, it must have shown on my face.
As things quieted back down, Robert once again pressed
her. 'How do you define anything?'
'Anything. He likes to entertain me.'
Anger rose up quickly in me. How could she be doing
this? Only I knew her exact meaning, but she was
pushing the limit. These were friends, not
acquaintances we met strictly for adult fun. They were
definitely curious now, and looking at me to get my
reaction. Maybe she was just pulling my chain? I fought
down the anger and tried to relax, knowing that
ultimately, I would do whatever she asked. I couldn't
help it.
Silently I prayed that she brought this situation under
control and moved on. She had these guys turned on, and
that was fine with me. If she had other things in mind,
I didn't know how I was going to handle it.
Robert wasn't going to let it go. 'I think that
requires an explanation.' The game had come to a dead
halt. Every one of them was nodding and smiling in
agreement with Robert. She had piqued their curiosity,
and quite likely my negative reaction had led them to
the conclusion it was a topic worth exploring..
My wife stunned me again with her response. 'How about
a demonstration instead?'
'Absolutely', was Robert's immediately reply, everyone
else in quick agreement. I sat up and reached for the
tequila. My hands were visibly shaking as I poured
myself another shot and drank it. Then another. My
anger was building, but when I turned to my wife to
speak, her eyes silenced me. She was standing between
Robert and I, a hand on the back of each of our chairs.
Leaning slightly forward, her dress was open and I
could clearly see her left breast. I realized that no
one else had the same vantage point, so it was for me
only. She smiled at me, and I recognized the evil I had
seen in her in times past. The question on her face was
simple, 'Do I still know my place?'
'Why don't you show these guys what I had you wear
tonight?'
It was decision time for me. She hadn't left me an out.
When I had showered earlier in the evening, before the
guests arrived, she had insisted I wear the pink silk
panties that she liked to humiliate me with. In the end
I had relented, knowing that it meant great sex could
be expected later.
I had been well aware of the panties when everyone
first arrived, suffering from an irrational fear that
somehow they could tell. But as the evening wore on, I
had forgotten them. Now she reminded me rather harshly
that I was wearing women's panties, and clearly
expected me to let my friends know.
No one else in the room knew what she meant, but they
all now looked at me, waiting to see what was going to
happen. As I looked around the table, I measured my
years of friendship with these guys against my desire
to be the best slut-husband possible whenever my wife
demanded it. It had been fun in the past, but this was
different. These were good friends. In the end, it was
the expectant look on my wife's face that made the
decision for me. She wanted me to obey her, and I knew
I would. Humiliating me was part of her game, and in
the end I enjoyed it as much as she did.
With acceptance of my fate, I started pulling my
shirttail out of my shorts. My intent was top pull the
lacy edge of the panties up enough to show, and then
endure the comments. But when I looked to her, she was
shaking her head no. 'That's not going to cut it. Let's
get them off.'
I stared at her in disbelief, but her resolve was
obvious. Now I refused to look around the table for
fear that I would die of embarrassment. She had laid
down the gauntlet, telling these guys I would do
whatever she asked. If I did, my relationship with them
would be forever changed. If I did not, and made her
look like a fool, the same could be said for my
relationship with her. Recognizing clearly which one
was most important, I stood.
She said, 'Start with the shirt.'
I hesitated a moment, then pulled it off over my head,
dropping it to the floor. Some of the guys cheered
while others whistled, clearly enjoying my predicament.
Robert leaned over to her. 'What's he wearing?'
'You'll see.' Then turning to me she said, 'Let's go.'
I slipped my sandals off, then slowly undid my belt. My
eyes never left hers, looking for mercy, but there was
none. She wasn't going to back off. The guys had
quieted, not really knowing what was going on. With
great reluctance, I unsnapped my shorts and lowered the
zipper, holding them closed the whole time. She crossed
her arms and smiled. She wanted this, wanted me
humiliated at her command in front of my best friends,
and the redder my face got the more expectant she
became. I gave her one more pleading look, and she
responded with a slightly nod of her head. 'No'.
Never breaking eye contact, I released my shorts and
felt them puddle at my feet. The reaction was
instantaneous.
'I'll be damned.'
'Unbelievable.'
'Holy shit.'
'Of all the people to be a pervert, I would have never
guessed.'
The humiliation was intense as I stepped out of my
shorts. I gave my wife my best 'are you satisfied now'
look, but the glare I got in return chilled me. She
wasn't.
Robert looked at me, still snickering. 'Do you wear
these often?'
I couldn't speak, but didn't have to. My wife answered.
'Anytime I tell him to.'
'What else does he do?'
'Anything I tell him to.'
'Well then, I think that calls for another drink and
further demonstration.' Robert started pouring shots
while everyone else murmured their agreement. There was
definitely a level of shock amongst my friends, and a
little uneasiness, but they still seemed curious. My
wife interrupted my thoughts, 'Go get our toy box,
slut.'
I don't know which surprised me more, the request, or
her referring to me as 'slut'. I turned without
question and headed down the hall, hearing behind me,
'You call him slut?'
She had sent me to retrieve our box of sex toys, which
we keep hidden in our closet. I passed by the mirror in
our bedroom and was immediately overcome by
embarrassment. I pulled the box out of the closet and
hurried back past the mirror without another look. When
I came back into the room, my wife was taking a shot
with all eyes on her. Her drinking wasn't the cause for
attention, she had now undone every button and her
dress was hanging open.
Her breasts were still covered but her pussy was
visible, the hair just now coming back in from the
shaving she had received a few weeks earlier. It was a
wonderful sight, and at first no one noticed me
standing there, looking ridiculous in women's panties.
My wife quickly brought the attention back to me,
taking the box and ordering me to sit. 'These guys want
to see what you do to entertain me.' No response was
expected and I remained silent, so nervous I was
shaking. 'Why don't you start by rubbing your cock hard
for me inside those panties.'
So I wasn't going to get off easy. My chair had been
pulled back away from the table, but I was still facing
all my friends. The poker game was clearly over, and I
had two choices: flee, or do her bidding. The urge to
run was overwhelming, but I closed my eyes tightly so I
couldn't see the guys, and slowly moved my right hand
to my crotch, starting a smooth rubbing motion. My
anxiety was definitely working against me, and my body
did not respond.
I could hear their voices as they expressed their
disbelief, and I tried hard to tune them out. It took
several minutes, but then I felt a familiar twinge in
my groin, and I actually started to get into the scene
a little. I must have been making a face from closing
my eyes so tightly, but I knew that if I looked around
I might never get started again.
I could feel the heat of humiliation in my face as it
flushed red, but at the same time I felt a heat in my
loins. As I hardened, I suddenly took a perverse pride
in the size of my manhood. At least these guys would
know I wasn't a slacker in that department.
Now rock hard and straining against the panties, my
wife offered encouragement. 'Very well done, slut. I
think these guys doubted whether or not you would obey
me.'
Clint seemed to have read my mind, at least partially.
'Damn, if I had a package like that I wouldn't use it
to be a pervert.' The other guys chuckled.
My shame deepened, but my hand never quit working,
continuing to rub my hard cock through the pink
panties, surrounded by friends who had never seen me be
anything other than a man's man. It was as humiliating
an experience as I could remember, and although I
didn't know it, it was about to get worse.
With my eyes still closed, I heard my wife. 'He's being
pretty cooperative so far, don't you think?'
It was Robert that understood the innuendo and
answered. 'What's next?'
'You want to see more?'
'Why not?' was Robert's reply.
An abstract thought crossed my mind; none of the guys
had objected or left. Out of five, it seemed unlikely
that everyone would accept what was going on. But we
were old friends, and in the end I concluded it was
part drunkenness, part group dynamics, and probably
part pleasure at seeing me humiliated. There had many
times over the years when my ego had been a source of
friction. Add in the fact that my wife had gotten them
pretty worked up, and they were probably horny and
eager to see what might happen next.
From the noises I heard I assumed my wife was digging
in the box. Then I heard some snickering, and Clint
said, 'Oh, he's going to love that.' I kept my eyes
closed, scared to look.
Robert spoke next. 'What are you going to do?'
'Watch.'
I felt my wife's hand on my shoulder, urging me to turn
to my left, towards her. 'Come here, slut, mine needs
some attention.'
Her words and the snickers that came with them caused
curiosity to overpower embarrassment and I slowly
opened my eyes. She was standing directly in front of
me, with the guys looking on. Her dress was parted, and
in her hand was the big cock-shaped dildo, and she was
holding it with the base against her crotch as if it
were her own cock. It was pointing right at my face.
'Suck my cock, slut.'
This situation was now officially out of control. I
looked up into her face, begging with my eyes. 'No,
please', I said softly.
She stared at me a moment, the evil smile on her face.
'Suck my cock, slut.'
I let out a deep breath of frustration, glancing around
the room. They were all leaning forward, waiting to see
what I would do. I turned back to my wife and looked up
again, seeking any sign of mercy. She shook her head
no, her movement barely perceptible.
I closed my eyes and wondered how I had lost control of
this situation, why it had to involve my friends. When
I opened my eyes again, I could feel the tears in them.
Without further delay, I leaned forward, opened my
mouth, and accepted the head and several inches of her
hard cock into my mouth.
'Unbelievable.'
'Jesus, who would have thought it.'
'That boy's pussy whipped in a bad way. Oh, sorry, cock
whipped.'
I closed my eyes again and brought my hands up to her
hips. If she wanted a show, wanted me humiliated beyond
reason, I'd give it to her. Holding her firm, I started
working my head back and forth, feeling the big cock
sliding in and out of my mouth.
My wife liked what she saw. 'That's it slut. Show them
what a good cock-sucker you are.'
I pulled off and ran my tongue along the underside,
going the full length and back again. Repeating this on
the sides, I started to enjoy the situation somewhat.
Why not, the damage was already done. Coming back to
the head, I swallowed as much as I could. Her free hand
came up to my head and she took control, sliding her
big cock in and out of my mouth.
I forced myself to relax and let her fuck my face,
wondering what my friends must be thinking. It was
unimaginable what I was doing, and I couldn't tell if
their nervous laughs were out of disgust or to hide the
fact that they were getting turned on.
My wife was working the big cock to the back of my
throat, and I nearly had it all. I had to fight off the
urge to gag, and my eyes were watering profusely.
She spoke to the other guys, never breaking her rhythm.
'I told you he'd do anything.'
They all laughed, and she added what I knew by now was
coming. 'Think he's ready for the real thing?' Looking
right at the group, she asked, 'Anyone want their dick
sucked?'
Tony blurted out, 'He'll do that?'
Robert said, 'What do you think? He's sitting here in
women's panties, rubbing his hard-on, and sucking on a
dildo right in front of us.' He sounded disgusted, but
didn't hesitate to turn his chair towards us. 'I'm
ready.'
I could have figured it would be Robert; he was always
the guy talking about extreme pornography, such as
fisting and beastiality. My wife pulled out of my
mouth, the big cock wet and glistening. 'Tell them my
favorite way to be entertained by my slut.'
I looked at her, knowing what she wanted me to say. She
quickly admonished me. 'Where are your manners, slut.
Look at your guests when you speak to them.'
I'm having doubts about saying anything at all, and
she's giving me instruction on how to do it. Accepting
my role, I turned to the group of guys. Even as I heard
the words cross my lips, I couldn't believe I was
saying them. 'She likes to see me pleasure other men.'
'What kind of pleasure slut?'
'Sexual pleasure.'
'Well then, let's show them, shall we?'
She stepped back and left me looking right at Robert.
He was probably the least attractive guy in the group,
with his glasses, receding hairline, and beer belly.
But it wasn't as if I had a choice. His legs were apart
and he waited, a big grin on his face. My courage was
flagging and I was having doubts about going further,
when my wife spoke again.
'Come on slut, you know what to do don't you? It's not
like it's your first time.'
In case they had any doubt, they now had good reason to
believe I'd sucked cock before. Even if I stopped here,
she had just told them it wasn't a new experience for
me. But in reality, what did it matter? I knew I
wouldn't stop. Not unless she told me to. Resigned to
my fate, I slipped out of my chair, falling to my knees
on the floor. Scooting forward a couple of feet, I was
now between Robert's spread legs.
Taking a deep breath, I reached up to his belt and
unbuckled it. The snap of his shorts came next, and
then I unzipped his pants. It occurred to me that I had
never taken clothes off another guy, and it was a
strange feeling, especially with people watching. All
the other guys were on their feet now, crowding around.
'Jesus, he's really going to do it?'
'Damn sure looks like it.'
'Of course he will', my wife said. 'I told him to.
Right slut?'
I paused, suddenly aware of the humiliating
circumstances. Softly I replied, 'That's right.'
'Tell them what you are going to do, slut.'
She added to my burden, and it stung. How odd it was
that I enjoyed this, that a part of me wanted extreme
humiliation. What exactly did that say about me? I was
broken and offered no more resistance. 'I'm going to
suck Robert's dick.'
That definitely got a reaction out of the crowd, and
they seemed to press in closer.
'This I have to see.'
'Sweet Jesus, who could have predicted this?'
'I could have', my wife stated smugly. They laughed.
Hooking my fingers into Robert's shorts and boxers on
either side, I pulled. He lifted his ass off the chair
and allowed me to remove his shorts and underwear. I
slowly eased them down his legs and off his feet,
setting them aside. My eyes settled on his cock, which
was short and thick, and hard as a rock. His hairy
testicles were nestled in between his legs. I thought
about what I was about to do, and lifted my eyes from
his cock to his face. He grinned big, 'Suck it. You
know you want to.'
He was right, I did. But I was still scared, unable to
act. It was bad enough that I was sitting there dressed
only in silky pink panties, that I had been playing
with my own cock in front of them, and that I had
sucked a fake cock for their amusement. Everything up
to now I could possibly write off as drunken stupidity.
However, once my friends saw Robert's cock in my mouth,
there would be no turning back. Things would never be
the same again, and who knows what future that would
portend.
I looked around, scanning the faces surrounding Robert
and I. Everyone looked expectant, liked they were
waiting for something special. I was still surprised no
one had gotten disgusted with my behavior and that no
one had left. The other four guys were waiting on a
show, and I was the primary entertainment. Clint was to
my immediate left, and he had a bulge in his jeans,
which my eyes locked on to. He was turned on, that was
obvious.
Looking back around the circle, I figured they all were
finding the situation arousing to some degree, and my
own cock was hard and pressing against the silk. The
one thing I did not see in their faces was mercy. They
wanted to see this, to see me humiliated. How could
they be so cold? I turned to my wife, begging one last
time with my eyes.
Her reply was not a surprise. 'Everyone's waiting
slut.'
Turning back to Robert, my eyes dropped to the hard
cock right in front of my face. I started to lean
forward, but first I had another thought. In my prior
cock sucking experiences, my hands had always been
bound. To this day, I had never touched another man's
cock. If I was going to do this, then it was time to
change that. Sliding my right hand up Robert's thigh, I
closed around his manhood, feeling another man's cock
in my hand for the first time.
Someone whistled and muttered, 'Son of a bitch.'
His cock was hard and warm, and the skin was remarkably
smooth feeling. With my hand wrapped around it, only
the head about an inch extended out. I held it firmly
and started slowly stroking up and down, thinking how I
liked to feel when I did it to myself. It occurred to
me that I was jerking off another guy for the first
time, and doing so with an audience. My left hand came
up and cupped his balls, working them between my
fingers. While his cock may not have been large, his
balls were huge, hanging loosely between his legs. It
was a new experience for me, and despite all the
anxiety, I knew I was enjoying it and would never
forget it.
It was incredibly silent in the room when I started to
lean forward again. I could hear the crowd around me
breathing as they waited expectantly, willing me to go
forward. I paused one last time, inches from his cock,
and then made the final decision. With my hand closed
around his stiff prick, I closed the gap and my tongue
snaked out and licked his head. Robert let out a groan
and the guys around me let out a collective gasp. My
wife's voice carried above it all. 'That's it slut.'
Committed now, I closed my mouth over his cock head,
which extended from my fist. As I applied suction,
Robert started to squirm. One thing for certain, he
didn't mind having his cock sucked by another guy in
front of all his friends. He tried to thrust his hips,
but I held him at bay, my mouth covering his head and
my hand still wrapped around most of his cock.
It was as much me adjusting to the reality of what I
was doing as it was a tease. When he quit trying and
relaxed, I rewarded him. Pulling my hand away, I
engulfed his entire cock, pressing my face into his
pubic hair. He responded with a long, low moan that was
drowned out by our friends.
'Holy shit, look at that.'
'He sucks cock like a pro.'
'Does it feel good, Robert?'
He grunted in response, as my head started to bob up
and down on his cock. I was taking full strokes, from
the base of his cock to the head, over and over,
applying suction as I went. Suddenly pulling off, I
licked his balls and sucked one into my mouth. This
brought another groan from him. Then as I had done with
my wife's fake cock, I licked up the underside to the
head, then up and down each side.
In this position, I looked right into my wife's eyes as
she stood there, arms crossed, her pussy showing, and a
knowing smile on her face. It dawned on me with
surprise that none of the guys were bothering her half
naked body, that their attention was 100% on me. From
the left side of Robert's cock, I wrapped my tongue
around it and slid up and down, my eyes now fixed on
Clint's swollen crotch a couple of feet away. When I
looked back to my wife, she just nodded. There was more
coming.
I turned my attention back to Robert and once again
swallowed his entire cock. He responded with urgency,
and suddenly stood, taking my head in either hand.
Holding my head in place, his started to piston his
rock hard cock in and out of my mouth. I simply dropped
my hands to my own crotch, squeezing my hard cock
through the panties as I knelt before Robert and let
him use my mouth as he wished.
'Damn Robert. Fuck his face. He doesn't care.'
'Give it to him good, Robert.'
This spurred him on, and he started slamming his cock
into my mouth. With his size, there was no discomfort,
and I took the abuse with ease. My cock-sucking
experiences all involved the same guy, and he was quite
large. As Robert pummeled my face, I begin to realize
that a smaller cock has some advantages.
Having learned to keep my teeth clear, I offered him a
wet, warm hole for his use. It was incredible to feel
his cock head sliding in and out of my mouth, sometimes
coming totally clear and then driving back in. His
large balls were slapping my chin on every stroke. His
fingers were wrapped in my hair and he was pulling
pretty hard, but I knew it was involuntary. The pain
added to my pleasure, as I realized how turned on I now
was to be providing such a show to my friends. It was
intense for me, and it must have been for Robert as
well as he made a low, steady rumbling noise. I knew he
was close.
'He really likes it doesn't he?'
It was a rhetorical question, but my wife answered.
'Yes, he does.'
Robert gave me a few more strokes, then buried his cock
as far back in my mouth as it would go. My nose was
pressed into his stomach, the musky smell of his pubic
hair strong, and his testicles were laid against my
chin as his come started to pour down my throat. Time
after time his cock twitched and come spurted out, and
I applied a constant suction, drawing out every drop. I
swallowed it all.
I could feel the sweat left by his belly against my
forehead as he fell back into the chair with a groan,
my mouth following his cock the whole way. His chest
was heaving as I continued to suck his dick, feeling it
soften in my mouth. Other than his breathing, I noticed
it had become totally quiet around us. I had stunned
them into silence with my depravity.
Slowly I pulled back and let Robert's semi-hard cock
slip out of my mouth. I had a target in mind and turned
to my left and reached for Clint's belt buckle. It was
a moment of truth, and I would not have been the least
surprised had he pushed me away. But he stood frozen,
not moving a muscle, and my fingers went to work,
unbuckling the belt.
Clint was originally from Texas, and like many Texans
he had a wide belt with a large buckle. Once his belt
was open, I went for the button on his blue jeans, and
then his zipper. Still, there was no resistance. I
glanced over at my wife and she nodded approvingly.
Clint was wearing cowboy boots and they weren't coming
off easily, so I hooked my fingers into his jeans and
pulled them down to his knees. He wasn't wearing
underwear. His cock stood up quickly, and was much
larger than Robert's. It curved downward slightly, and
the head was large and purple. I wasted no time in
closing my hand around it, jerking him off just like
Robert before him. I was able to put both my hands
around Clint's cock, leaving just the head sticking
out, which I wet down with my tongue. His moan was my
reward.
I dropped my left hand to his balls, and went back to
stroking his hard cock with my right. It was wonderful
to feel my hand gliding up and down the length of his
manhood.
'Damn Clint, I bet he can't take you like he did
Robert.' It was Mark, now directly to my left. I looked
up at him and had an idea. Releasing Clint for a
moment, I reached for Mark's belt. He instinctively
moved back, but I held on. I heard Tony ask, 'What's
the matter Mark, can't handle it.'
He relaxed, and I pulled his belt, urging him forward
until he stood right next to Clint. Then in short order
I unbuckled his belt, unsnapped and unzipped his
shorts, and stripped his shorts and underwear down to
his ankles. His cock was only semi-hard, and my left
hand closed around it as my right went back to Clint's
rigid member. It only took a couple of minutes for
Mark's cock to grow hard, swelling to a respectable
size between Robert and Clint. I stroked them both in
rhythm.
'Damn, he really is a slut.'
'Yes he is.'
'Hurry up, I'm ready for my turn.'
I liked the sound of that, now totally turned on and no
longer caring what they thought. My wife had turned me
into a cum slut once again, and I was loving it.
It was an amazing feeling, kneeling on the floor
between two studs, nothing on but women's panties, both
studs with their pants down and their hard cocks in my
hands. As I stroked them, I looked up into their faces
as they watched me. Finally locking eyes with Clint, I
held his stare as I leaned in and accepted his stiff
cock into my mouth. As I closed over it, he lost the
stare down, closing his eyes with a groan. I took as
much as I could, and felt his knees go momentarily weak
as I applied suction, my eyes never leaving his face.
'My God, what a shameless son of a bitch.'
I smiled at that, they didn't know the half of it. I
slipped Clint out of my mouth, his cock wet and
glistening, and turned to Mark. He was watching me
intently, and once again I locked eyes as I turned and
engulfed his cock with my mouth. He held my gaze as
long as he could, but my mouth worked it's magic and he
finally succumbed to the pleasure, letting his eyes
close involuntarily.
I then moved from cock to cock, taking one and then the
other into my mouth. Slowly I worked them closer
together, and when I had them lined up right, I took
both cocks into my mouth at the same time. Neither
resisted, even though they rubbed together, and as they
leaned in my mouth was completely filled.
'Fuck.'
Yeah, fuck. This is hot.'
My wife shifted position, and looking up I could see
her in the gap between Clint and Mark. Robert was now
behind her and had pulled her dress open, his hands
pawing at her breasts. She was totally exposed as she
leaned back into him, smiling at me and giving me a
thumbs up with her right hand.
With my hands wrapped around the two throbbing cocks, I
alternated between working both into my mouth, and
servicing each individually. I could get most of Mark
into my mouth, but Clint was another story. He easily
reached into the back of my throat, and I had to
repeatedly fight the gag reflex as I tried to teach
myself to relax and let him into my throat. Perhaps it
was easier when I was being forced, because I was never
able to voluntarily achieve the level of penetration I
experienced that first time, when my wife had me tied
down.
It was Mark who headed to orgasm first, and I
concentrated on his cock, sucking on the end as my left
hand pumped him into my mouth, my right still wrapped
around Clint. After a few minutes I felt Mark tense up,
and his hands came to my head. I took as much of his
cock into my mouth as I could as I felt him release,
pouring come into my mouth.
The volume was impressive, and I had to work hard to
keep up, but in the end I got it all. I pulled off so
that I covered only his cock head, and with my hand
pumped him dry, the last drops of his come leaving a
salty taste on my tongue. Enjoying that wonderful
feeling of a spent cock softening in my mouth, I
reluctantly let him slide from my lips as I turned my
attention back to Clint.
Using the same technique, I sucked his cock as my right
hand pumped his length, my left cupping his balls. It
wasn't long before I was rewarded, my mouth once again
filling with come as his big cock spasmed into my
mouth. I swallowed the first salvo, then was surprised
to feel him pulling out. His hand came to his own cock
and mine fell away, and he squeezed it as he held the
head at my lips.
Getting the idea, I titled my head back and opened my
mouth wide, locking my eyes on to his and welcoming him
to do as he pleased. My tongue came out and he rested
his cock head on it, pointed at my open mouth. When he
released the pressure on his cock, his next load of
come squirted out into my open mouth. Not as large as
the first, it still spread across my tongue.
'Holy shit, look at that.'
I held eye contact as he stroked his cock, pumping
spurt after spurt of come into my open mouth for all to
see. I knew my friends were watching, I knew my wife
was watching, as the humiliation drove me wild. I was a
cum drinking slut, and I loved it. The quantity dropped
with each stroke, until finally he wiped the last drop
of come on my lips. Finally breaking eye contact, I
swallowed his cock again, milking it with my mouth as
it softened.
When I finally released Clint's cock and turned, Tony
already has his cock out and was stroking it. It was
about the same as Mark's, and I immediately covered it
with my mouth. But after a minute, my wife stepped in.
'Hold on for a second, let's move into the living
room.'
She took my right hand in her left and motioned for me
to stand. Reluctantly, I let Tony slip from my mouth
and rose and followed her. She grabbed up the toy box
with her other hand and led me to the living room. All
the guys were watching, and for the first time since I
went down on Robert, I started feeling a little
embarrassed. I looked away and followed my wife, as she
stepped down into the sunken living room. I could hear
the guys coming in behind us.
My wife set the box on a table and led me to a large
hassock, my favorite footrest. She stopped me in front
of it and arched an eyebrow. I knew what she wanted.
Hesitating only a moment, I knelt in front of the
hassock and then lay across it on my belly. Shifting
forward, my shoulders and head were off one side, and
my silk covered ass off the other. It was a humbling
position, and I didn't dare look at any of my friends.
I wanted to get started again quickly, before the
anxiety set back in.
When Tony came around in front of me, he was naked. He
had stripped off his clothes, and now he knelt at my
head. Tony was the only friend living right here in our
city, and we saw each other every week at church or the
stores around town. So it seemed especially odd to have
him naked before me, with a raging erection, expecting
me to suck his dick. But I didn't disappoint him.
I placed my hands on his hips and he shuffled forward,
letting his hard cock slide back into my mouth. I knew
I would see him often and think about this, but I
didn't care. As soon as my mouth was full of cock
again, I went instantly back to slut mode. His rigid
manhood felt wonderful in my mouth, and I used my hands
on his hips to urge him to start stroking in and out.
Everyone else was out of sight for the moment and I
didn't care, I concentrated on pleasing Tony as his
hands came to my head and he picked up the rhythm.
When I felt hands tugging at my panties, I knew it was
my wife without looking. It wasn't unexpected. They
were unceremoniously whisked down to my knees, and now
I knelt across the hassock bare assed, with a hard cock
sliding in and out of my mouth. I knew my friends were
watching. The noises let me know what was coming, as
she fumbled in the toy box and removed the lid from a
Vaseline jar. Then I felt the coolness of the lubricant
being rubbed into my ass.
My cock twitched involuntarily. Being on my stomach,
with my head down, I couldn't see much, but once again
the silence was very noticeable. There was no doubt in
my mind where this was heading, and I knew I was
powerless to stop it. She had made up her mind. So I
focused on the cock in my mouth and tried to think of
nothing else.
It was she that broke the silence. 'Anyone want to try
something special?'
'Damn right.' It wasn't a surprise to hear Robert speak
up first. Fondling my wife had gotten him hard again,
and he would surely love the opportunity to humble me
with his cock up my ass.
She addressed me next, adding to my humiliation. 'Would
you like him to fuck you slut?'
I knew she'd want to hear it, so I slipped Tony out of
my mouth long enough to answer, 'Yes, please fuck me.
Please fuck my ass.'
'Un-fucking-believable.'
'This is getting out of control.' It was Clint and it
didn't sound like a complaint. The voice was laced with
expectation.
I felt Robert kneel between my legs, but it quickly
became apparent the panties around me knees were going
to be a problem. I felt him back away, then one at a
time I lifted my knees as the panties were removed. Now
completely naked, my hard cock pressed into the side of
the hassock. Robert pushed my legs apart easily, and
slid back in between them. I felt his hard cock brush
against my ass for the first time.
'My God, he's really going to do it.'
I could hear shuffling. 'I have to see this. Who would
have thought he was a fag?'
That hurt. I didn't think of myself as gay. I was just
a horny man willing to do anything to please my wife.
Robert didn't give me much time to worry about it, as
he pressed his dick head into my ass. With his hands he
spread my ass cheeks apart, making a show of it.
'Holy shit, it's going in.'
Robert wasn't wasting time, as he pressed the head of
his cock into my asshole. I felt the head slip in, and
it was mildly painful, not having had any preliminaries
to loosen me up. I stopped sucking on Tony for a minute
and held his throbbing cock in my hand as I dropped my
head, adjusting to the discomfort. Robert had the
decency to pause for a minute to let me adapt, then
slowly he eased his short fat cock into my ass.
'Damn, he's really fucking him in the ass.'
'How does it feel? Is it tight?'
Robert sounded a little out of breath. 'Oh yeah, tight
as hell. Man oh man, what a sweet ass.'
I had gotten used to the intrusion and the pain quickly
slipped away. When Robert started a slow stroke, I felt
more full than uncomfortable. He went easy at first,
slipping in and out with a regular motion. Always
having been an anal person, I was quickly overtaken
with pleasure, and I started to wiggle my ass back
against his thrusts as my mouth once again closed over
Tony's cock.
'Look at that, he likes it.'
'He really is a slut.'
When my wife first introduced me to man on man sex in
that hotel room so many weeks ago, at one point she had
the stud fucking me while she pumped a strap-on cock
into my mouth. Noting my enjoyment, she had promised
then to see me with a real cock in both ends at the
same time. She had now made good on that promise. The
joy of servicing one cock with my mouth and another
with my ass was powerful stuff, and I went about it
with relish. The fact that there were more hard cocks
around me just drove me on, and I knew both my mouth
and ass were going to be totally cum-filled before this
night was over.
My wife was clearly on the same wavelength as I when
she led Mark over to my right side and had him kneel. I
could see him out of the corner of my eye, and without
hesitation I took his quickly recovering cock into my
hand. It only took her a minute to get Clint in the
same position on my left, and when I reached out to him
he was already hard again. It was pure sensory
overload, and I wished I could see myself kneeling
across the hassock, one friend pounding his cock up my
ass, another plowing into my mouth, and one in each
hand. I relaxed as best I could and let them use me.
A friend in college once told me of walking into a
party across the street from his house, and being
shocked to see a bunch of naked guys around a girl on a
table. She had a cock in her mouth, a cock in her
pussy, and one in each hand, with others waiting their
turn. He had been horrified and left, but the story had
always turned me on. No doubt he would be horrified to
see me now, as I experienced the same thing as the
party girl, naked and no holds barred as I worked to
service a group of guys. It was intense.
Robert set the pace as he fucked my ass. It took a few
minutes to get it right, but gradually he and Tony got
a rhythm going, rocking my body back and forth so that
as Robert was withdrawing from my ass, Tony was sinking
his hard cock to the back of my throat. I used my hands
to stroke the two other cocks as best I could, but it
was very difficult to get it right.
Nevertheless, it was clearly fun for all involved, as
they used my willing body with abandon. The pace picked
up until Robert was slamming into my ass, breaking the
rhythm. Every time his beer belly smashed into my ass,
Tony's cock was shoved deep into my throat. Tears
formed at my eyes as Tony held my head between his
hands.
Tony was the first to succumb to the pleasure. 'Jesus,
this is too good. Oh, Jesus.' With that he erupted into
my mouth, pouring the fourth load of come down my
throat. My eyes were open, and I could see my wife
kneeling behind him, smiling at me as I swallowed
another man's come. I sucked him dry, and when he
suddenly pulled out and stood up, it left me empty. But
my attention quickly shifted to Robert, who continued
to fuck my asshole. With Tony out of the way, he drove
me into the side of the hassock, as I held on firmly to
the two hot cocks in my hands.
'Damn Robert, give it to him. He likes it in the ass.'
Robert didn't need encouragement. He was grunting as he
fucked me, and when he reached the point of climax, I
felt him swell in my ass. He let out a wail, and then
his come was pouring into me, his hands on my hips as
he held his cock at it's deepest point. My sensitive
behind felt every spasm in his dick, until his second
load of come was fully deposited in my ass.
I was definitely panting like a slut now, feeling for
the second time in my life the power of a man
ejaculating in my asshole. All the dildos and fingers
my wife had used on me over the years couldn't compare,
and I knew I was addicted.
When Robert withdrew from my ass and fell back away
from me, Mark immediately pulled away from my hand and
took his place. I offered no resistance as he knelt
behind me and lined up his cock where Robert's had just
been. My anus was well lubricated now, and he slid in
with little resistance. But his cock was longer than
Robert's, and as he drove it suddenly into my ass it
reached untouched places, causing a moan to escape from
my lips. This brought laughter from the group of guys.
I lifted my eyes and now had an unobstructed view of my
wife, her body on full display as she leaned back
against the sofa with the dress hanging from her
shoulders. Her hand rested on Blake's thigh as he sat
on the edge of the sofa, and I realized he hadn't yet
gotten involved. One of his hands was idly playing in
her hair, and our eyes met for a moment. I wasn't sure
why he was sitting out, but I didn't see any sign of
condemnation in his face as he watched me being fucked
by Mark.
My thought processes were disrupted as Clint slid
around to my front and blocked my view, offering his
cock to my lips. I readily accepted the offer, taking
his magnificent member between my lips and deep into my
mouth. Once again I was captured between two demanding
cocks, and once again I surrendered to them. I wanted
to be used, and I willingly let them have me.
Mark was much gentler in my ass than Robert had been,
but still found a steady pace and was giving my anus a
sound fucking. His cock felt heavenly in my ass, and I
wiggled my ass back against his strokes as I greedily
sucked on Clint. My willingness amused Mark and he
pulled his cock almost out and held it still, obviously
to see what I might do. I didn't disappoint him as I
pushed myself back against his cock, forcing it into my
ass on my own.
'Would you look at that.'
'I'll be damned.'
I placed a hand on each of Clint's hips and held him
off me, getting him in the position I needed. Then with
Mark holding his spot, I started to work myself back
and forth. As I pushed back, Mark's cock was driven
into my ass as Clint's cock slid out of my mouth. When
I reversed, Mark's cock slid out as Clint filled my
mouth and pressed into the back of my throat. Gradually
I picked up speed, putting on a depraved show for my
wife and friends, fucking myself on either end with
their two stiff cocks.
'Do it. Fuck 'em, you miserable slut.'
What a display it was as I closed my eyes and let my
friends watch me degrade myself. It was self-
humiliation at it's best, and I was likely enjoying it
more than they were. But it ended all too soon, as
Clint pulled out of my mouth and backed off. I looked
up at him with pleading eyes, but he shook his head no.
'You're going to make me come again, and I want to
sample that sweet ass of yours myself.'
His explanation eased my disappointment, and I let Mark
take over in the back once again. He was very turned on
now, and I knew it wouldn't be long. As Clint got up, I
looked at his big cock, eager to feel it in my ass.
When he moved aside, I once again could look at my
wife. She had moved up beside Blake, and he now had his
shirt off. He was the most muscular guy in the group,
and his tan chest was almost hairless. She had her left
arm around his shoulders and her right hand on his
abdomen, as she whispered in his ear.
I closed my eyes and lay on the hassock, enjoying the
feeling of Mark gently but firmly fucking my ass. It
was almost as if he was scared of hurting me, and I
wanted to tell him to step it up a notch, that I could
take it. But a noise in front of me got my attention,
and I opened my eyes to see the crotch of Blake's blue
jeans. My wife's hands came around from behind, and
started the process of unbuckling his belt and opening
his pants.
I looked up into his eyes, and he was staring down at
me with a kind look, his arms crossed over his chest.
When I dropped my eyes again, my wife was just pushing
his jeans and boxers down to reveal a very substantial
semi-hard cock. I could hear Clint over my shoulder.
'Damn Blake, you're packing a load there pal.'
Yes he was. With my right hand I reached out and
grabbed his big dick, immediately feeling it swell in
my hand. I kissed the head and licked around it as it
continued to grow. The length was probably about the
same as Clint, but Blake's cock was much thicker and
heavily veined. My hand barely fit around it, and when
it reached full hardness the purple head flared out
deliciously.
My fascination with Blake's cock had nearly made me
forget about Mark, but his sudden urgency reminded me
he was there and that he was about to fill my ass with
his come. I held on to Blake with my hand and ground my
ass back against Mark, urging him on.
My efforts were rewarded by the groan that escaped his
lips as his hard cock starting pumping semen into my
bowels. He collapsed on top of me, his sweat dripping
on my back, as his cock continued to pulse in my
asshole. As I felt him start to soften in my ass, I
opened my eyes and accepted Blake's thick cock into my
mouth. He let out a soft moan as I closed my lips
around it, his member stretching my mouth wide. My
tongue swirled around his big purple cock head, trying
to touch every square millimeter.
Mark slipped his cock from my ass and moved away,
quickly replaced by Clint. His cock was even bigger,
but my sphincter was so relaxed by now it offered only
token resistance to the intrusion. But he was longer,
and once again new depths were plumbed. It only took a
few minutes to adjust, and then I settled in to enjoy
being abused by the two largest cocks in the room, one
in my ass and one in my mouth.
My wife moved around to Blake's side and sat on the
floor, barely a foot away. One hand dropped to her
pussy and the other covered her breast as she watched
Blake start to slide his giant cock in and out of my
mouth. I couldn't begin to take it all, but I took all
I could. My eyes met hers and she smiled. 'Having fun
slut?' I couldn't answer, but I didn't think I needed
to.
Things started to move fast now as the two guys got
synchronized and started to work me over. I closed my
eyes as I concentrated on the two huge cocks, which
were threatening to split me open. As one drove inward,
the other receded, then the process was reversed. They
started to pick up speed, and it became clear they were
having a competition to see who could dump their seed
in me first. I was just a pleasure toy, as these two
studs engaged in a contest of manhood. I went limp and
served them, waiting to see who would win, knowing that
I would get the prize.
I felt a hand close around the base of Blake's cock and
opened my eyes. Robert had slipped behind my wife and
was once again feeling her up. She had allowed him to
take over, and had wrapped one hand around Blake's
cock, and cupped his balls with the other. She started
to pump him into my mouth, and that was all it took.
Within a minute he let out a groan and his come burst
forth into my willing mouth.
It was the biggest load I had ever swallowed, and as I
worked hard to keep up I felt Clint swell in my ass and
start to pump his come into me as well. It was possibly
the most erotic thing I had ever experienced, one huge
cock pouring come into my mouth, another pumping come
up my ass. I sucked Blake like a mad man, at the same
time grinding my ass back against Clint.
It must have been quite a sight, because at that moment
my wife started to come on Robert's fingers. When Blake
and Clint pulled away from me, I was spent and my body
dropped limply over the hassock, an obvious wetness
between my thighs and the taste of come in my mouth.
I was ready to quit, but Tony had other ideas. He knelt
behind me, bringing his rejuvenated cock to my ass.
'Don't quit on me now, I'm going to get me some of
this.' I offered no resistance as he slid into my ass.
Laying there limply, I let him use me for his own
pleasure. My ass was open and slick, and soreness was
setting in, but Tony was not concerned.
He was turned on by all the action, and while everyone
watched he pummeled my ass, driving me into the hassock
like Robert had done initially. My hard cock banged
into the side, and I wished he would give me the
benefit of a reach around. But I was here for his
pleasure only; he wasn't bothered by my needs.
Mercifully, it was over quickly, as he slammed into me
one last time and the twitching of his cock told me
another load of come was being left behind. I was
already so full, it hardly mattered. When he finally
satisfied himself and pulled out, I rolled off the
hassock onto the floor on my back to prevent anyone
else from trying again.
My hand came immediately to my own throbbing cock,
which was every bit as big as Clint's. I knew they were
all watching me, but I needed relief. It only took a
minute before I felt my orgasm building. Keeping my
eyes closed so I wouldn't be tempted to stop, I tilted
my head forward and aimed my rock hard cock at my own
face, my mouth wide open. In a final humiliating act of
depravity, I shot come up across my own body, trying to
ring my mouth. I managed to hit my chin, that was as
close as I got, but the imagery was clear. With a
finger I pushed the come off my chin into my mouth as I
melted back to the floor, my semen cooling on my chest
and stomach.
I must have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes
the guys were all dressed. I was still laying naked on
my back, and I could feel wetness on the carpet under
my ass. With my eyes half open, I watched them gather
their things to leave, laughing and cutting up. When my
wife came into view, her dress was still unbuttoned,
her body on display. Clint turned to her with a
question.
'You reckon if we keep this a secret, he'll do it
again.'
She smiled. "I think that's a strong possibility.'
Marked snorted. 'He won't have a choice. If he refuses
we'll tell everyone.'
Tony was the most on target. 'I didn't see anything to
make me believe he'll refuse. One thing is for certain.
Every time he sees me at church, he's going to have to
deal with the fact that I've fucked his face and his
ass.'
That brought a laugh from everyone, my wife included.
As they headed out the door, Clint got in the last
comment. 'That fishing trip next month is going to be a
damn good time.'
The charter we had planned was not far off. I could
only imagine how they were going to get the crew to go
along.
Blake was the only one left, his home so far away he
had already planned to stay over. He was talking with
my wife as I stumbled through the dining room, headed
for the shower. He had his pants on, but his chest was
bare. They watched me pass with a chuckle.
I spent a long time in the shower, and when I emerged I
found the two of them in the kitchen. My wife had
dropped her dress and was standing naked as she talked
to Blake. She gave me a tender kiss and suggested I
sleep on the couch. Blake and her wanted to use the
bed. For the second time in recent months, she headed
off to our bedroom with another guy.
I tried to listen from the couch, but quickly fell
asleep. The next thing I was aware of was my wife
shaking me awake. It took me a moment to focus, the
room filled with the half-light of early morning. She
was naked and wet, obviously just coming from the
shower.
'Come on slut, get up. I have a job for you to do.'
I sat up and tried to shake the cobwebs from my head.
She handed me a toothbrush and some mouthwash. 'Go use
the kitchen sink.'
I did as told and splashed cold water on my face to
wake up. I was aware of stiffness in my jaw, and
tenderness in my behind, but it was not unpleasant and
served as a reminder. It was incredible to think I had
taken come from five different guys in my mouth, and
four in my ass. The thought of it made my cock start to
stiffen.
My wife slipped up behind me and grabbed my member.
'Ready to go to work slut?'
I looked over my shoulder at her, waiting until she
went on. 'You turned Blake on last night. He confessed
to me that he's always wanted to try one-on-one sex
with a man.'
She let that sink in, then took my hand and led me
towards the hallway. She smiled sweetly at me and my
heart melted, all thoughts of resistance slipping away.
When we entered our bedroom, Blake was lying in the
bed, a sheet pulled up to his mid-section.
He was awake and watched us with one hand behind his
head, his bronze chest and muscular arms standing out
boldly in the early morning light. My wife led me to
the other side of the bed, and held the sheet back
waiting for me to get in. I didn't argue.
As I lay down beside Blake, my wife moved to the other
side of the bed and plopped down in a chair by the
wall. Blake was looking right at me as I rolled onto my
side facing him, my head propped up on one arm. I felt
very unsure of myself and looked to my wife. She smiled
and nodded a definite go-ahead signal.
In the end, it wasn't hard. I simply leaned over and
closed my lips over his right nipple, my right hand
sliding across his muscled abdomen. His hands came to
the back of my head to encourage me. And so with my
naked wife watching in approval, I lay in my own bed
and for the next two hours voluntarily made love with
another man for the first time in my life.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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