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The Visit
by W2beh (w2beh@yahoo.com)
***
This is a story about my wife submitting to two guys
ago in my presence. We will have to start at the
beginning to lay the groundwork for this most recent
event. This will be the substance of a future stories
as our life events unfold. (MMF, exh, oral, mast)
***
When the car pulled up our long driveway, I looked to
my wife, a question on my face. I was sitting on a
stool at the counter, chatting with her as she cut up
the ingredients for a salad. It was clear she wasn't
expecting anyone, and equally evident that she did not
recognize the car. So we both watched through the
windows as the dogs loped over to greet the unexpected
visitor, whomever it was.
It had been a pleasant afternoon, and we were looking
forward to a nice dinner together. I had the grill
heating up outside, and steaks were on a platter on the
counter. My glass was full of beer, and she was
drinking wine. All in all it was a normal Saturday
evening for us. That was about to change.
The windows in our kitchen faced the garage, and it was
easy to watch the driveway as we stood frozen in our
respective positions. The driver and passenger doors
opened simultaneously, and Peyton got out on the side
nearest the house. I always thought of him as The Stud,
and seeing him here was unexpected, though maybe not
totally surprising, considering the quality of the
experiences he had every time he visited. He was
wearing a muscle shirt that showed off his well-
developed torso, and cut-off blue jeans. He looked tan
and fit, even at this distance.
The driver was a new face, at least for me, but
obviously of college age like The Stud. His hair was
dark brown and worn longer than average. He had on a
tee shirt and shorts, and while he was not as tall as
The Stud, he was no less a picture of health. Both guys
were tanned and looked as if they were returning from a
trip to the beach. They stopped on the driveway,
letting the dogs tire of barking and sniff their legs.
Then they headed down the walk towards the house.
Looking at my wife, I could see that she was not
expecting this visit. But she didn't look disappointed.
In fact, it appeared as if her breath had been taken
away. This visit had some significance to her that I
could not yet detect, and I watched her more intently
than I watched the guys.
I knew what turned her on, and if she had shown signs
of expecting this visit, I would have automatically
started the mental process of accepting my fate with
two young studs heading for our door on a Saturday
evening. But my wife's reaction made it obvious the
timing of this visit was unplanned, adding to the
mystery. She looked to me with a weak smile as they
stepped to the back porch.
The door was nearly all glass, and they could see us as
easily as we could see them. Before they knocked, my
wife simply waved them in. The Stud walked through the
door as if he owned the place, his friend following
with a look of expectation on his face.
'Hey Peyton, what's up.' My wife sounded nervous,
something I found privately amusing. I didn't get to
hear it often.
'Hey baby. I thought it would be a good night to come
by and see you. This is Mike.' He motioned to his
friend, who muttered a hello to my wife, both guys
ignoring me.
It had been nearly two weeks since I saw Peyton in the
showers at the University. As on that occasion, I was
once again uneasy to find myself checking him out. He
was definitely a good-looking guy, and his presence was
clearly making my wife anxious as she started absently
slicing a cucumber on the cutting board. As her hands
worked nervously, she nodded a greeting back to Mike.
'Just you two here?'
'Yes.' It was so unlike her to give simple, one-word
answers. She liked being confident and in-charge, and
at the moment she seemed far from that.
Uncomfortable with being ignored, I jumped up and
walked around to the refrigerator, retrieving a couple
of cold beers. I offered them to the guys. "Good to see
you Peyton, Mike.' It sounded hollow, even to me, as I
stepped back around the counter to my stool and plopped
back down.
The two guys sipped their beers as The Stud made small
talk with my wife. The counters in our kitchen make a
'U' shape, and the three of them were inside the 'U',
while I sat on the outside. He was totally at ease, and
her responses made it obvious she was not. The friend,
Mike, stood silently, leaning on the counter, checking
out my wife with open interest. She had on a simple top
that bared a couple of inches of her tanned midriff. He
shorts were nylon, the type you wear over a swimsuit,
lacing up the front with a string that tied in a bow. I
loved these shorts because they fit her shape
perfectly. Mike seemed to like them as well.
She finally laid down the knife, and visibly, at least
to my practiced eye, concentrated on relaxing. The Stud
was looking directly at her, and with an air of
confidence, he stepped forward and pulled her into his
arms. He bent down to kiss her. Her body stiffened for
an instant, and I thought she would resist, but then
she went slack and melted against him, her lips meeting
his. It only took a moment before it was obvious their
tongues were entwined in a deep kiss.
They had been here less than 10 minutes, and if this
sudden show of affection between them surprised Mike,
it didn't show. To be honest, it didn't truly surprise
me, though jealous anger quickly welled up in me as one
kiss turned into several long, passionate kisses.
The fact that he showed up at our house meant something
was likely to happen, I knew that, but the way he took
possession of my wife in front of me was offensive.
There could be no doubt of his confidence in
approaching her, and that it was done in front of me
with intent. I reached for my beer and took a long
pull, trying to act relaxed, working over scant few
seconds to try and sort out the emotions churning
around inside.
My wife had her back to me, looking tiny in The Stud's
arms, her narrow hips pressed up against his muscular
thighs. Her arms had wrapped around his back, and her
body was pressed against him as she craned her neck to
reach his lips.
The Stud seemed to take great pleasure making out with
her in front of his friend and myself, as the two of us
watched in silence. Mike set his empty beer bottle on
the counter and stepped over to the refrigerator and
helped himself to another, returning to the same
position without looking at me. For my wife's part, she
now seemed oblivious to our presence, caught up in
obvious pleasure as she kissed this healthy young man.
The Stud's hands were on her back, holding her close.
Gradually his right hand slipped down her back until he
was cupping her buttocks. She offered no resistance.
His eyes opened, looking past her head at me behind the
counter, either judging my reaction, or challenging me
to object. I did my best to remain passive, finding the
display both offensive to my manhood, and arousing to
my senses.
The hand left her ass and slid up her side to her
front. Though her back was to me, it was obvious that
he was cupping her breast now. Mike looked on with a
gleam in his eye, enjoying the show. My wife kept her
eyes closed and again offered no resistance, never
making a move to break away from his lips.
Even though my wife, in the past year, loved to
dominate me sexually from time to time, I knew she had
a strong submissive streak. The Stud had been here
barely 15 minutes now, and he already had her melting
in his arms, his hand on her ass and breast. It was
amazing to watch her relinquish control so easily, when
she normally wielded it so effortlessly.
He pushed her back slightly, then openly explored her
chest with his right hand. Their kissing had ceased for
the moment, and she stood before him, her eyes locked
on his, as he touched her at will. She did nothing to
impede his actions, knowing full well that I was
watching, as was his friend.
'Remember our deal?'
'Yes.' Her voice was stronger now, but she sounded
somewhat breathless.
'My choice of time and place. Any way I want.'
'I know.'
'Now. Here. And whatever I say goes.'
'I know.' She sounded resigned, but she did not sound
disappointed. In fact she sounded a little excited.
My mind drifted back to the day in the shower. The Stud
had told me he had a deal with my wife, that to get her
pussy he had to use me as she requested. In the days
since, as I worked, I had many jealous thoughts about
him collecting his debt while I was at the office. On
several occasions, she had me eat her pussy shortly
after I got home, and I expected to taste his come. But
to my knowledge, they hadn't been together. At least
not until now.
I had never asked my wife about her deal with him. To
do so would be folly; she would only use my curiosity
to tease me. But in my mind I had secretly hoped to
watch, to see her taken by The Stud. She had once
fucked him in my presence, but I was bound and
blindfolded. To my knowledge, it was only the second
experience she had outside our marriage, and I was
excited by the memory of both.
It was important to me to be involved when she paid
this debt, but I knew she could easily be having sex
with The Stud while I worked. Part of me was relieved
to realize that I would be present, while another part
of my mind remained occupied by the jealousy I felt at
having this young man walk into my house and fondle my
wife. That he was enjoying my humiliation was about to
become readily apparent.
Moving both his hands to her shoulders, he spun her
around to face me. His arms circled around her waist,
pulling her back to him, his hips grinding into her
behind. Her eyes were downcast in an
uncharacteristically submissive manner.
'Look at him.' His lips were just above her right ear
as he spoke, looking right at me.
Her arms now hung at her side, trapped beneath the
strength of his as they encircled her. Slowly her eyes
came up to mine as his criss-crossed hands slipped up
over her breasts.
'Aren't you glad I came here to rescue you from your
wimpy husband for the night?'
There was a hint of compassion in her eyes as she
looked at me. I knew she loved me, in that I was
confident. But I still took solace in the concern I saw
in her, even as she stood still and allowed him to
fondle her breasts before my eyes.
'Aren't you?'
'Yes.'
'Then say it.'
She hesitated, then without breaking eye contact, she
said the words. 'I'm glad you are here to rescue me
from my wimpy husband.'
I knew the game. I knew my place. Yet it hurt,
nonetheless. It must have shown, for he grinned wide
and piled it on. 'And what do I bring you that he can
never provide?'
She thought this through, his hands openly kneading her
breasts as his friend looked on, quietly amused. Though
there was pain evident in her eyes as she stared at me,
there was little doubt she was enjoying herself, her
submission, I suspected, turning her on as much as his
touch, perhaps as much as humiliating me.
'You bring me a hard, manly cock. A cock I love
dearly.' She was almost whispering.
Mike snorted at this as my heart sank a little lower.
She was debasing herself and me in front of The Stud
and his friend, and judging by the rigidity of her
nipples through her blouse and brassiere, she was
enjoying it.
The Stud said nothing, but his eyes gleamed in victory.
He dropped his arms to her midriff, grabbing her blouse
on either side. As he lifted upwards, she simply raised
her arms, allowing her shirt to be removed without
argument. Her arms clamped down tightly on either side
as he fumbled with the clasp on her bra, her eyes
directly on mine as he unsnapped it.
Speaking to me, she said, 'I'm powerless to stop him.'
With that she loosened her arms and let her bra flutter
to the floor, exposing her breasts. As I watched, I
found that I was intensely aroused by her submission.
She wanted him to dominate her, something I could never
do effectively, the love I felt for her making me
inadequate.
'I know. Its OK.' Part of me was stunned to hear the
simple words cross my lips. But there was no denying
that the sight of her topless in front of this young
man and his friend, a stranger, as she relinquished
control, was turning me on.
The Stud slipped his hands up over her breasts,
covering them as she moaned slightly and lay back
against his chest, her eyes going closed. The smile on
his face was wicked as he played with my wife in front
of me, enjoying the dominance over the two of us. Her
hands pressed back against his thighs as he pulled at
her nipples, getting an excited moan in response. He
squeezed them roughly, having learned in their previous
tryst how she liked her nipples treated roughly. Mike
was watching intently, now shifting foot-to-foot.
The nipple play went on for a time, with my wife mewing
contentment with every new approach he tried. When he
pinched her nipples between a thumb and forefinger on
each hand and pulled them away from her body, she
arched outward, her mouth falling open in a silent
scream. He held her like this for a minute as he
showered her upturned forehead with kisses. When he
released her, she fell back against his chest, panting.
'I told Mike you like it rough.'
'Yes, yes, it feels good.' She glanced sideways at Mike
for the first time in quite a while, then closed her
eyes again, seemingly to shut him out of her mind. For
a moment I thought she was going to blush.
The Stud let go of her right breast, his hand traveling
across her flat belly to the top of her shorts. He
rubbed across her stomach a few times, then slowly
wormed his hand down the front of her shorts. To my
dismay, and my excitement, she made no move to stop
him, her head lying back on his chest, her eyes closed
again. I watched his hand clearly reach her pussy, as
she let out a long breath in response. Despite the
misgivings I felt, despite the twinge of jealousy that
wormed its way through my awareness, it was an erotic
site.
He held her that way for a few minutes, and then
slowly, almost reluctantly, he removed his hand.
'Take 'em off.'
He stepped back slightly, his hands at her waist. Her
nipples stood out in arousal, as she hesitated for a
moment. Then her hands came to the string of her
shorts, as her eyes opened and settled on me. In no
hurry, she carefully untied the shorts, loosening the
string in the eyelets as she maintained our eye
contact.
She paused for a second, thinking it through, then
slipping her fingers in at either hip she eased her
shorts and her panties downward until her pussy was
exposed to my eyes. Then she finally broke off her
stare and bent over to slide them past her thighs, over
her knees, and finally off her feet one at a time.
Dropping them to the floor, she stood back up, totally
naked before three fully clothed men.
Her pussy had a light covering of hair, the result of a
regular trimming regimen she maintained since she was
shaved bare some months back. As a result, her swollen
pussy was clearly visible, making her arousal evident.
'Spin around a couple of times.'
She looked directly at me again, then slowly started to
circle around, hesitation evident in her movements as
she showed the three guys present her body from all
angles. I could see in her face a taste of the
humiliation I had come to know, and just as clearly I
could see that it set well with her. She liked
submitting to this young man, liked being under his
control. While I was well aware of this side of her
persona, it had not been so evident in quite a while.
She spun until he told her to stop, facing me once
again.
He pulled her back against him, his left hand cupping
her right breast as his right hand slipped down over
her pussy, holding her tightly. She bent her knees
slightly and moved them apart, allowing him access with
a moan. Her wetness allowed two of his fingers to slip
easily between her pussy lips, a sight I could enjoy
but Mike was missing, standing on the side.
If she minded being naked in front of three dressed
guys, if she minded being openly fondled, it didn't
show. Her nipples stood out proudly as she melted
against him. Her left hand reached across her body to
cover his hand over her breast, while her right hand
closed around his right wrist in a sign of
encouragement. As he teased her body, The Stud stared
directly at me, seemingly to dare me to object. I said
nothing, dropping my eyes to watch his hands.
Any reservations she may have felt at being made a toy
in front of me and a total stranger quickly slipped
away as she yielded to his touch. Her eyes were tightly
closed and her body seemed to slump, The Stud having to
hold her up. She resembled a rag doll in his muscular
arms. He played her body as he kissed the top of her
head, the scene becoming more passionate with each
passing second. Urging her weight back onto her own
feet, he slid his left hand from under hers, and then
closed back over her hand, pressing it into her breast.
She took the cue and caressed her own breast, as Mike
and I watched. After a minute, he did the same with his
right hand, working her fingers into her pussy. She
offered no resistance whatsoever, however the sudden
stiffness of her body suggested she had to steel her
mind to the task.
The Stud helped her tease her body, then eased his
hands away, both of them moving to her buttocks as he
took a half-step back. Her hands maintained a gentle
motion at her breast and her pussy, making no move to
pull away, as he kneaded her butt. It was gradual, but
she started to relax, her body responding to her own
touch. When she started biting her lower lip, I knew
for a fact she was turned on and not simply complying
with his wishes.
Likewise, I knew for a fact that she was turning me on.
Despite any concerns I may have had, despite the
jealousy I felt, watching her masturbate before three
fully dressed guys was intensely arousing. It was
fascinating to watch her submit to The Stud, and I
found I was eager to see what would come next. It took
all my will power to keep my hands on the counter as I
sat on the stool, as my swollen cock begged for
attention. Looking over at Mike I could see he had a
similar issue, his cock tenting the front of his
shorts.
The Stud released her ass and whipped his muscle shirt
over his head and off, dropping it to the floor. When
his hands came to her shoulders, her eyes fluttered
open and settled on me. They were glazed over with
sexual enjoyment, no longer showing any compassion for
my feelings. He spun her around to face him, pulling
her close, forcing her hands to leave her body as the
two of them pressed together. As she reached her arms
around him, I caught a glimpse of her fingers on the
right hand, wet with her juices.
Again they kissed, this time with greater passion, her
naked back arched backwards as he bent over her. From
the back I could see the swell of her right breast
where she pressed against him, and I knew her well
enough to know she loved the feel of her bare tits
against his muscular chest.
Her nude form looked almost tiny against him, and as I
studied her beautiful bare ass, his hands once again
came down to cup each cheek, grinding her pelvis up
against his crotch. She was lost in it now, and
willingly followed his every move, allowing him
whatever freedoms he required. His fingers dipped
between her cheeks and down into her pussy, then
trailed back up her crack to her lower back. A visible
shudder passed through her when they grazed over her
asshole.
He pulled away from her lips and spoke for the first
time in a while. 'Don't you think its time to show
appreciation that I came over to save you from your
wimp husband?'
She didn't respond, instead dropping her head and
closing her lips over his left nipple. He pulled away
and took a half step back, refusing to be deterred.
'Are you ignoring me?'
'No.' She actually looked down, like a chastened child.
'I'd hate to have to spank you in front of your wimp
husband.'
She said nothing, and I had to stifle the sudden
amusement I felt. I knew she would actually enjoy a
whipping, but realized The Stud probably had no idea. I
was dying to tell him, but knew my role in this was as
an observer and an object of ridicule, not as a
participant.
'So don't you appreciate my willingness to help you?'
'Yes, I do.' Her voice sounded eager. I suspected it
was from the thought of being spanked by this young
man, but he probably thought she was just getting into
the role-play.
'How do you intend to show it?'
He was trying to embarrass her, or me. It was hard to
tell. My mind wondered to how she got in this
situation. From what I had gathered, she had cut a deal
with The Stud to convince him to use me in the showers
at the University gym. In return, he got to fuck her.
In establishing the deal, she was in control, setting
the terms, getting her way. But now, control had
switched over. And she seemed to really like it.
'I'd like to suck your magnificent dick.' Her voice
faltered slightly, the words not coming as easily as
she probably would have liked. My heart skipped a beat
to hear myself in her, to see her experience what she
liked to put me through, as she submitted in front of a
total stranger.
'Sounds nice, but would that be fair to Mike?' The Stud
had a smirk on his face.
She looked over at Mike for the first time since The
Stud was pinching her nipples. I saw her eyes drop to
his swollen crotch. 'I'll suck his dick, too.'
My cock was throbbing in my pants as The Stud pressed
her further. 'You'll do it because I say so? You don't
really want to?'
She looked back at The Stud. She wasn't as used to this
as perhaps I was, and I could tell she was having some
difficulty managing her embarrassment. 'I really want
to suck his dick, too.'
She paused a moment, and when he didn't speak, she
added, 'I need both your cocks in my mouth.' Her voice
sounded stronger as she stood naked in front of them.
Again The Stud remained silent, making her visibly
uneasy. She shifted foot-to-foot, then seemed to make
up her mind, sinking to her knees before The Stud. His
crotch looked as swollen as mine felt, and I finally
gave in and slipped one hand off the counter to cover
my rigid cock. The Stud watched her as her hands came
to the snap on his shorts, pulling it apart. As she
lowered the zipper, it became apparent he had no
underwear. Once the zipper was all the way down, his
shorts remained in place, unable to slip over his hard
cock.
She grabbed his shorts on either side and pulled them
down, freeing his monster cock. Once he sprang free,
the shorts dropped easily to the floor, and he stepped
out of them. Without hesitation, her left hand wrapped
around the base of his member, and any hope I had of
stopping this ended as her mouth closed over the head
of his cock. The moan that was heard came from her, not
him.
Mike was now openly rubbing his own cock through his
shorts as he watched, his vantage point giving him a
much better angle to watch her suck The Stud's big
prick. From where I sat, her head obscured most of the
action, but it was obvious what she was doing, and I
knew from my own experience how fantastic that big cock
must feel in her mouth.
I suddenly felt a different jealousy, knowing full well
that I had sucked his cock more than she had. For a
brief moment, I considered joining her on the floor,
helping her, or perhaps sucking off Mike on her behalf.
But I again I realized they wanted me here to
humiliate, not to participate. They had come for pussy.
From the moment The Stud had started toying with my
wife in front of me, with Mike present, I assumed he
had told Mike that I was a cocksucker. Any doubt about
this was erased when The Stud looked at me and said,
'She really is better at sucking dick than you are.'
This seemed to spur her on, while it caused me to look
away. I had the perverse thought that he was lying,
that I was really better, but that he wanted to
humiliate me. Mike looked my way with a grin, but I
couldn't meet his eyes.
The Stud addressed her. 'You really do suck cock well.'
She looked up at him and grinned, his glans at her
lips.
My wife was quite a sight kneeling naked in her
kitchen, sucking the monster cock of this healthy young
college student. One hand pumped his cock into her
mouth, the other was cupped under his balls. Every so
often she would come off his cock and lick down its
length, or tongue his balls, his purple cock head
glistening with the wetness of her mouth. It was a long
blowjob, and her enthusiasm never waned, as she seemed
to relish the feel of his manhood between her lips.
Whereas he liked to hold my head and fuck my face, with
her he remained passive, allowing her to service his
cock as she saw fit. When his hands finally came to her
head, it was almost involuntary, and I knew he was
getting close.
She could sense it as well, and her hand squeezed the
base of his cock tightly, causing it to swell even
more. Even from my angle, it looked huge in her mouth,
as she pumped her head back and forth. Reaching the
point of no return, his fingers twisted through her
hair as he now drove his cock deeply into her mouth. He
went rigid as he started to come, and a long groan
slipped past his lips. She didn't back away, taking it
all, and I could easily imagine the pulsing of his
beautiful prick as it pumped his come down her throat.
Finally he settled back onto the flats of his feet as
she continued to love on his softening cock with her
mouth. With his dick still between her lips, she laid
her head back and looked up to his face.
'That was good, baby. You did well.' He sounded
breathless.
The compliment pleased her, her lips forming a smile
even with a cock between them. She suckled him for a
few more minutes, and then released his cock, turning
90 degrees towards Mike without being instructed. His
hand was still over his cock as she slid over to kneel
before him.
She briefly looked at me with a wicked smile, and then
reached for his pants. His shorts had a button, but it
hardly slowed her down as she lowered his zipper and
pulled the shorts down his legs. He had on boxers, but
they came down with the shorts, revealing a nice stiff
cock nestled in dark brown pubic hair. He was shorter
than The Stud, but thick and just as heavily veined.
The gleam in her eye suggested she was pleased with
what she found as she immediately sucked his length
into her mouth.
All he could do was mutter, 'Yes. Damn.'
His shirttail hung down to his crotch, and her hands
came up to push it out of the way as she devoured his
manhood. He quickly took the hint and peeled his shirt
off, dropping it onto the counter behind him. He wasn't
as muscled as The Stud, but he had the athletic fitness
of youth. My wife was now turned sideways to me as she
sucked Mike's dick, and this time I had an excellent
view as she slid her lips along his length and ran her
hands over his flat abdomen.
As I watched her kneeling naked on the floor, her mouth
eagerly servicing the hard cock of a stranger, I was
turned on beyond words. My hand was busily rubbing my
own cock through my pants as I eyed her beautiful form,
so gracefully erotic in submission. Her breasts swung
heavily with her movements, the nipples rock-hard, and
she had a slight bend at the waist, accentuating the
roundness of her slender ass.
She grabbed his cock with her right hand as she let it
slip out of her mouth, licking down the far side as she
stared at me over the top of his member. She held eye
contact with me as she licked back and forth, her hand
providing complimentary strokes, and I knew she liked
me watching. She was trying to put on a show just for
me.
When she lowered her head slightly and started licking
at his balls, his eyes went closed and his knees
buckled as he moaned his appreciation. She had
discovered a sensitive area for him and assaulted his
testicles with determination, lifting them with her
tongue and trying to suck them into her mouth. He
spread his knees further, offering her improved access.
All the while her right hand held his hard cock
straight up, steadily pumping it up and down.
Her left hand slid up the inside of his thigh and
cupped his balls to her lips. Then her fingers slid
back as she kissed her along the length of his cock to
once again take it fully into her mouth. As she pumped
his cock into her mouth with one hand, she continued to
worm the other back to the crack of his ass.
Although I couldn't see the hand between his legs
clearly, it was evident when her finger found his
asshole by the guttural noise he made and his hands
coming around to seize her head. It was only another
minute before the sensations became too powerful for
him, and his body started to tighten up. Then he was
moaning loudly as he pumped his come into my wife's
willing mouth.
His face twisted up into a grimace as the orgasm passed
through him, his hands holding her head firmly as she
continued to stroke his cock into her mouth. She was
looking upwards, watching him, as he came into her
mouth. Her nipples jutted outwards, and she pressed her
thighs together, trying to create some pressure on her
pussy.
She looked quite the whore as she swallowed his come,
and I loved her more than ever. Finally he relaxed a
little, and she started long slow licks of his
softening cock as her hand left his ass and found it's
way to her own breasts.
'Pretty decent Mike?'
He opened his eyes and looked at The Stud. 'You ain't
lying. Jesus, that was good.'
The Stud just chuckled as he turned to the refrigerator
and retrieved two beers, handing one to Mike while he
ignored me. Mock outrage passed through my mind: the
son of a bitch drinks my beer and comes in my wife! But
in truth, I didn't care.
My wife got to her feet slowly, and after a few minutes
helped herself to a glass of wine. She joined them in
ignoring me, leaning on the counter so that I was
looking at her naked back. She seemed to be totally at
ease standing naked in the kitchen with these two young
college boys.
They chatted for a while about school, the guys
bitching about the workload while my wife opined for a
return to her days in college. The guys got another
beer, and she helped herself to more wine. I continued
to sit at the counter, fully clothed, listening to
their conversation. They continued to act like I wasn't
there.
'By the way, in case you two need a better
introduction, Mike has been my best friend since high
school.'
All three laughed at this, and even I chuckled. She
held out her hand like a proper lady. 'How do you do?'
He took her hand and kissed the back of it as they all
laughed again, then he suddenly pulled her against him
and kissed her deeply on the lips. She responded
eagerly. When he finally released her, she muttered,
'Veerrry nice to meet you.'
They all laughed again, enjoying their little jokes.
Her nipples were erect, and she was eyeing both guys,
and I knew she was thinking about their cocks. She had
to be horny as hell by now.
The Stud took her by the hand and led her around the
counter and down the two steps into the sunken living
room. Mike followed. Their clothing remained behind on
the floor and counter. A wooden railing separates our
dining area and living room, and from my stool I
watched as The Stud slid the heavy oak coffee table
over towards the far wall, then flopped down on the
couch, facing it.
'Sit on the table and let us look at you.'
For a second my wife affected the look of a shy
schoolgirl, then turned and sat on the cold wooden
table. Mike came and sat on the wide arm of the couch,
the position pushing his hips forward, accentuating his
cock.
'That's it. Lean back and place your hands flat on the
table.'
She did as she was told, her breasts now proudly
displayed.
'Spread your legs.' As she did so he added, 'Wider, now
slip your hips forward to the edge of the table. A
little more. Come on. That's it.'
She did exactly as asked, knowing that her body was
being exposed to their eyes. In this position, her
breasts were offered up deliciously and her swollen
pussy lips were slightly parted and glistened with
moisture, showing them how turned on she was.
They took a few pulls from the beers as they studied
her in silence. From my vantage point I could see
Mike's cock, and while it wasn't hard, it had swelled
noticeably since he walked out of the kitchen.
The Stud looked back over his shoulder to me. 'Get us a
couple more beers.'
It was an order, and I jumped up much too eagerly to
comply. I twisted off the tops and carried them down
into the living room, admiring my lovely wife so sexily
displayed five feet in front of them as I delivered the
beers. They took them without acknowledgement. My wife
simply stared at The Stud, her eyes ablaze. I knew in
that instant that she would do anything they said.
Rather than returning to my stool, I plopped down on
the love seat, to the right of my wife, suddenly
feeling awkward to still have my clothes on.
'You have a lot to be proud of girl.' She smiled, the
compliment feeding her vanity. 'Now turn over and let
us see that skinny little ass of yours.'
She slowly got her feet, every move seductive to my
eyes. Turning, she bent over and placed her hands flat
on the tabletop, her ass towards The Stud.
'Get up on the table and kneel.'
It was a large round table of heavy oak construction
that she could easily get on. Taking a moment to clear
off the few items on the table, she placed a couple of
throw pillows for her knees then eased up on the table
without a word. She was eager in her compliance with
his demands, taking a position on all fours to proudly
show off her bare ass.
'That's sweet. Very, very sweet.' They sat and stared,
and I could see that both of their cocks were
stiffening, and could feel mine doing the same. I was
enjoying her shameless display as much as they were.
Her eyes were closed and her head was hanging in a
submissive pose as they studied her anatomy.
'Lower your head to the table. Get that beautiful ass
up high.'
His voice was taking on more of a commanding tone, and
she quickly responded. Her head came down, turning
sideways towards me as she laid her face on the
tabletop. Her back relaxed so that her shoulders sank
to contact the wood, her arms spread carelessly to
either side. Her breasts pressed against the table, and
her ass pointed upwards, spread wide in this position.
From the side I could clearly see her protruding pussy
lips, and a hint of her rosy pink asshole, so I knew
the two guys had an excellent view of her sex on
display. Her eyes fluttered open and stared at me
dreamily as her lips formed a weak smile. Any
reservations I may have felt initially were totally
gone. I was totally turned on by her willingness to
subjugate herself to these guys.
Every time The Stud drank from his beer, Mike followed
suit, taking his lead from his friend. They both
admired the intimate view they now had of my wife, and
I found the thought of these guys knowing every inch of
her to be quite arousing. The Stud glanced at Mike and
winked.
'You are doing quite well. Why don't you show us how a
good little whore gets herself off now.'
She must have known this was coming, for she showed no
hesitation as her right hand came to her belly, then
slid back to disappear between her legs. From my
position on the side, I saw it re-emerge as her first
two fingers slipped between the wet lips of her pussy.
They sawed back and forth for a moment, then both
fingers slid deeply into her pussy. She let out a small
moan, and I shifted my eyes from her hand to her face
to find her looking straight at me.
From their location on the sofa, the guys had a bird's
eye view of her hand as she masturbated without shame.
As her fingers moved in and out, the sheen coating them
testified to her wetness. She hardly blinked as she
watched me watch her, light moans of pleasure emanating
from her lips.
Her other hand came up to her pussy, and while I
couldn't actually see it from my vantage point, I had
seen her masturbate enough to know that she was
manipulating her clit, a sure sign of a pending orgasm.
Her mouth came open, another known sign of arousal, her
eyes as wet as her pistoning fingers.
As the pitch of her breathing changed, I watched in
amazement, knowing what was coming. But at the apex of
her arousal, just when it appeared she would crash over
the edge, she surprised even me when she suddenly
pulled her wet fingers from her pussy, moved them back,
then drove first one, and then two, into her lovely
asshole.
It was a totally depraved act, signaling to me that she
was well past her internal point of no return, beyond
which anything goes, a part of her I knew well from
years of intimacy, but few besides myself had ever
seen.
Her eyes went closed as her body rocked back and forth,
her own fingers pushing in and out of her ass as her
other hand worked furiously at her clit. She was
grunting with every breath now, and the grunts were
getting closer and closer together until they became a
low scream, orgasm wracking her body.
Over and over she yelped, as she moved into the realm
of multiple orgasms, short little spasms that jolted
her body over and over as her fingers continued to
work. With two blowjobs down, and two young studs now
studying her naked body, the pent up excitement
exploded through her.
Finally she collapsed to the tabletop, her fingers
leaving her asshole and covering her pussy in almost a
protective posture. Both hands were pinned against her
pussy as she lay panting on the table, the throw
pillows pushed off onto the floor. Her back rose and
fell steadily with her breathing as she eased through
the last of her orgasm, settling back to Earth almost
reluctantly. My hand was at my bulging crotch, my own
breath coming with difficulty as I sat mesmerized by my
wife's shamelessness.
'Damn girl, that was something.' The Stud was sitting
up on the edge of the couch, his monster cock now rock
hard, her extended legs just inches from him. Mike was
hard as well, one hand wrapped around his cock as he
stared at her bare ass, her fingers still working
gently at her pussy. She looked so beautiful lying
there in the warmth of orgasmic delight.
'Turn over. Let us see you.'
Slowly she opened her eyes, rolling over onto her right
side, and then her back. Settling back to the center of
the table, she placed her feet on its edge, knees up,
her legs spread wide. Her naked pussy was directed
straight at The Stud, a scant few feet away, as her
hand slipped back over it.
Her other hand came to her breast, and without any
encouragement she started to play with herself once
again. She pinched and pulled at her nipples, using
them to lift her breasts away from her body, as her
other fingers slipped easily into the wetness of her
cunt. Her tongue came out to wet her lips as she
quickly started her rise to orgasm once again. As her
hips came up off the table in offering to The Stud, her
fingers busily at work, I sat impressed at how quickly
she went from being totally spent to totally aroused.
With her eyes closed, her breathing was once again the
telling indicator as she neared the precipice. She
spread her legs as widely as possible, working her hips
lewdly before the two college boys, putting on a
whorish display without reservation. When The Stud
slipped to the floor and bent his head forward to her
pussy, she snatched her hand away and used it to pull
his face in tightly.
He covered her with his mouth, loudly sucking on her
wet sex, as her legs came off the table and reached
across his shoulders, locking him into her crotch. Her
other hand pulled at her nipples until she exploded
into another orgasm, bucking against his face as he
held on to her hips, lifting her to his mouth.
This orgasm was powerful, but over more quickly, as she
fell back to the tabletop, breathing loudly as she once
again started the journey from bliss to normalcy. He
licked at her pussy continuously as she came down,
until she pushed him away, too sensitized to take any
more.
He fell back to the floor, turning sideways to the
couch. He lay back much like she had before, legs
extended straight out as he leaned backwards, elbows
locked, hands flat against the carpet. He cock extended
upward, rigid and ready.
'Come here, my little whore.'
She looked down between her legs, couldn't see clearly,
and lifted up on one elbow. When she saw what she was
being offered, she started to rise, her breathing still
erratic, her body still on the road to recovery. She
slipped off the edge of the table, and then straddled
him in one fluid motion.
Bending forward, her lips found his in a passionate
kiss, her ass now pointing towards me, his cock nestled
in the crack. It was an incredible sight to see my
naked wife on top of this young man, kissing him
wildly, clearly about to take his cock. Mike apparently
liked it as well, stroking his cock as he watched the
action at his feet.
Pausing her kisses, she reached back for his cock,
lifted up, then came back down on it smoothly, impaling
her pussy on his manhood with a satisfied groan. She
took him all as we watched, his big cock sliding deep
into her pussy. The Stud just smiled as he leaned back
and watched her. My wife's hands came up to cup her own
breasts as she leaned in to kiss him once again.
They kissed for several minutes as she sat on his dick,
squirming slightly to ensure she had it all. Leaning
forward as she was, I could see she did in fact have
his full member, her pussy spread wide to wrap around
his girth. He sat up, bending his knees so that his
legs were about a 45-degree angle behind her. His arms
wrapped around her as they continued to kiss with
intensity, her pussy encasing his cock as she sat
astride him in his lap. He broke away from the kiss and
eased her back so that she was resting against his
legs, then brought his hands around to replace her own
at her breasts.
He kneaded her breasts gently at first, then started to
be more forceful as he milked each one, pulling her
nipples away from her body. Her head fell back across
his knees at an odd angle, her eyes closed and mouth
hanging open. Each time he pulled at her nipples, she
let out a low moan that she carried until he let the
nipples slip between his pinching fingers and fall back
into place.
With each pass, the pinching became more intense, and
her reactions more pronounced. She was obviously trying
to grind her hips down on his big cock, as she
responded to the rough nipple treatment that she had
always loved so much. She truly was a little whore, not
caring that her pleasure at this abuse was on display
to Mike and I.
When The Stud bent forward and took one nipple in his
teeth, her eyes popped open from the sharpness of his
bite. In her reclined position, she was looking
straight up at Mike's hard cock as he stroked it,
watching her face. She didn't look away, and after a
moment he bent his knees and brought it to her lips.
She accepted his cock without reservation, greedily
sucking it into her mouth.
My own hands were working inside my pants now,
searching out my own engorged cock. The sight of my
sweet wife, impaled on one cock and sucking another,
while The Stud tugged at her nipples with his teeth,
was driving me wild.
As The Stud alternated breasts, pinching her nipples
with his teeth and fingers, my wife squirmed out of
control. She tried hard to hold on to Mike's cock, to
give him a blowjob while The Stud worked over her tits,
but she made a poor job of it. With his uncomfortable
position, knees half-bent, and her distraction, Mike
gave up and pulled away. My wife melted back against
The Stud's legs once again, her head back, eyes closed,
as her hands guided his head from nipple to nipple.
He eventually tired of the game and lay all the way
back on the floor. My wife fell forward on him, placed
a hand on each of his shoulders, and started riding his
hard cock. She glanced backwards at me for an instant,
knowing full well that I could see his monster cock
sliding in and out of her pussy as she fucked herself
on The Stud. Hanging her head between her arms, she
started grinding lewdly as she rode him, slamming
herself hard against his body on each down stroke. He
simply lay back on the floor, placed his hands behind
his head, and smiled smugly as he watched her whorish
display.
I was mesmerized by the sight, and at first didn't hear
The Stud when he addressed me.
'Hey asshole, I said go get some gel. Move it.'
His loud command snapped me to attention, and I jumped
up without even considering what I was being told to
do. I had to hold my pants up with one hand as I left
the room, then realized how silly that was and removed
them once I reached the kitchen area. My hard cock now
swung freely as I moved down the hall.
I had heard her cries from the bedroom and when I
returned with a tube of lubricant, I found my wife
coming down from yet another orgasm. Watching her
grinding against his hard dick, I foolishly stood and
awaited instructions, as if I couldn't figure out what
was expected.
'Get her ready. You don't want your whore of a wife
butt-fucked dry.'
Sitting on the love seat, I had been admiring my wife's
beautiful pink asshole, spread wide as she straddled
The Stud and rode his cock. It was an erotic sight, and
I had been thinking how bad I wanted to run a tongue in
her ass while The Stud fucked her. It never occurred to
me that he had plans for her ass, and I hesitated.
As far as I knew, no one but me had ever taken her
anally, and while we were more prolific in our younger
days, in recent years it had not been a common
occurrence. I really wasn't that sure I wanted this to
happen, perhaps thinking subliminally that I wanted to
preserve something of her that was for me only. But my
hard cock suggested otherwise, and when he snapped at
me again, I quickly dropped down beside them.
'What are you waiting on? Let's go. Can't you see how
bad she wants it.'
It would become apparent that there was truth in his
words. As far as I could tell, she had not shown any
reaction to his words about butt-fucking her. Either
she was so taken with her sexual bliss that she had
zoned him out, or she heard his words and had no
objections. I squeezed a generous amount of lube in my
hand, and noticed it was shaking as I reached for her
behind.
She jumped when the cold gel hit her asshole, but then
eagerly pressed back against my fingers as I rubbed it
into her. I was more than a little surprised by her
reaction since she was normally a slow starter when it
came to anal stimulation. But not today, and her body
language left no doubt of her joy when I slipped one,
then two fingers, up her tight asshole, where her own
fingers had been a short time before.
I had to admit it was an intensely sexual experience to
be greasing up my wife's ass for another man's cock. I
held my hand steady and watched in amazement as my wife
slid back and forth, letting the cock slide in and out
of her pussy, and my two fingers in and out of her ass.
She wanted it, and I didn't have to move, nor did I
want to. But The Stud had other ideas.
'This ain't for you asshole. Go sit back down.'
I did as commanded without question, knowing full well
I was acting the cuckold and not minding the role at
all. My wife's ass glistened from the gel, her asshole
opened up some by my fingers. She leaned in and kissed
The Stud, then spoke for the first time in a while.
'What are you going to do to me?' It was a seductive,
coquettish voice, laced with expectation.
'No more than I'm doing right now.'
She paused perceptibly. 'But my ass?'
He laughed. 'My little whore seems disappointed.'
When she didn't respond, he asked, 'what did the whore
want?' She was obviously looking at him, but only he
could see her face. 'Come on, tell me.'
Her voice was barely a whisper. 'I wanted to feel your
magnificent cock up my ass.'
'You'd give up your ass to me?'
'Yes. I'm your whore. I'll give you anything you want.'
He lifted his head, looking past her right at me,
enjoying his dominance of my wife in my presence.
Without looking away from me, he asked, 'So you're mine
to do with as I please?'
'Yes.'
'What if I ask you to fuck my friends?'
'Yes. I've already sucked one off like the whore you
want, haven't I?' She was sounding frustrated, and
turned on at the same time. He was enjoying the
torture, holding her still on his cock with hands on
her hips.
'You like being my whore, don't you?'
'Yes. I love being a whore for you.' She meant it, and
it stung a little, despite how turned on I was by her
depravity. She knew both Mike and I were listening, and
didn't care.
'What if I make you dance naked at a frat party?'
She hesitated. 'OK'
'What if I ask you to fuck my girlfriend?'
She hesitated again. 'OK. Yes.'
'You'd lick her pussy for me?'
The hesitation was gone. 'Yes. Yes, I'll lick her
pussy.'
'You don't even know who she is, or what she looks
like.'
'I don't care. I'll do whatever you ask.'
'Look at your wimp husband, and tell him that'
She was trying to grind her pussy on him, but he still
had her pinned down on his cock. Her movement stopped
at his words. She looked at him for a moment, then
turned and looked back over her right shoulder, past
Mike's hard cock to me. Her hair was a mess and her
eyes were glazed. I could see no sorrow in her face as
she spoke, her eyes dropping to my hand wrapped around
my cock. But her words were compassionately delivered
in a soft voice.
'I can't help it. I want to be his whore. I want to do
whatever he commands, as long as I get this huge cock.
I can't help it. I really can't.' She sounded so
pitiful, so unlike the commanding woman I had come to
know in the past months.
The Stud wasn't satisfied. 'Tell him what you'll do.'
This time her voice was more determined as she swung
back my way. 'I'll fuck his friends. I'll be a party
toy. I'll suck pussy. Whatever he wants, I'll do.'
She turned back to him and he seemed pleased. 'But
right now you want your ass fucked, is that right?' I
was astounded as he made her beg for a butt fucking.
'Yes. Please fuck me in the ass. Please.'
He stretched and reached his hands around her hips so
the index finger on each settled at her asshole. She
slid forward on his cock with a moan, offering him
better access. He probed her ass as he spoke.
'I owe Mike a favor, so he gets your ass first. That's
about as good a friend as I can be, and should settle
the score. You agree with that Mike?'
He stood up, cock in hand. His voice cracked when he
spoke. 'Yes.'
The Stud was addressing my wife again. 'That OK with
the whore?' He was looking at her intently. This was
her first test.
'Yes. Yes. Let Mike fuck my ass.' Once again she was
trying to grind against his cock and fingers.
'There you go Mike. Sounds like she wants you.'
Mike quickly knelt behind her, his knees on either side
of The Stud's outstretched legs. My wife suddenly froze
and lay flat against The Stud, breathing heavily,
probably realizing for the first time that she was
about to have a cock in her pussy and one in her ass
simultaneously. The Stud locked his arms around her,
pinning her in place.
From where I sat, my view was blocked by Mike's back. I
shifted to the couch, bringing a chuckle from both
guys.
'Looks like wimp husband wants to see the show.'
My wife turned her head my way and locked eyes with me
as Mike lined up his cock with her asshole. I smiled
weakly at her, turned on beyond belief, but saddened at
the same time. Our love was strong, and I didn't expect
it to change, but she had yielded willingly to The
Stud, and promised to be his whore. It would take some
time to see where this was headed, but for now her
pleasure was plain to see and I wasn't about to disrupt
it in any way. I doubted if I ever would.
Her eyes went closed when Mike started applying
pressure, and I could see she was biting her bottom
lip. It was a seductive sight, a pensive look on her
face, her naked form pinned against The Stud, her
breasts flattened out to the side, her pussy impaled on
his hard cock, as his friend started easing his cock
into her ass. I slid to the left for a better view,
eager to enjoy the show despite any misgivings I may
have.
Mike was knowledgeable enough to go slow, and rubbed
his thick cock-head all around as he pressed against
her.
'What do you think, man?'
'She's tight. I have to go slow.' There was excitement
in his voice.
'No rush.'
Mike pulled away, scooped up the tube of lubricant, and
applied a generous portion to his cock head. Then
coming right back to her ass, he stepped up the
pressure, holding her hips in either hand once he got
his cock lined up. I could see her ass indent, then saw
his glans start to slip past her sphincter. And then he
was in, and a sharp gasp slipped from her lips.
Her face was twisted with tension, but she was not
pushing against the bonds formed by The Stud's arms at
all. Instead she was lying still, accepting her fate.
Slowly Mike pushed in, and inch-by-inch his thick cock
disappeared inside her bowels.
She was now breathing deeply, trying to regulate her
body's reaction to the intrusion. While Mike's cock
wasn't nearly as long as The Stud's, it was thick, and
I could hardly imagine how full she must feel with one
huge cock up her pussy, and another thick one in her
ass. Mike eased back out, then in, repeating the
process at an easy pace as he worked deeper into her
ass. By the time he was all the way in, she had visibly
relaxed, adapting quickly. Mike used his hands to pull
her back, so that she totally consumed both cocks, then
held her there for a moment.
The Stud released his grip and lifted my wife's head so
he could look at her. 'How's my little whore doing?'
She was tossing her head side-to-side, unable to focus.
Her voice was shaky. 'I'm OK.'
'Ever been double fucked?'
I thought I knew the answer, but was eager for the
response nonetheless. 'No.'
'You want be able to say that again. Next time we'll
try to have another cock here for your lips, or maybe a
pussy.' That I was here and available was apparently
not a consideration. 'Would you like that?'
Her breathing was labored, concentration hard to come
by. 'Yes......yes.'
He wasn't going to let her off easy. 'Which would you
prefer?'
She looked at him briefly, probably trying to calculate
the response he would prefer. "I wish your girlfriend
was here.'
He smiled. 'Have you ever tasted pussy before?'
'Once. She made me.'
'Hmm, you'll have to tell me about that later. Did you
like it?'
'Yes. Oh God yes, I liked it a lot.'
'Like a good little whore, I bet.'
Mike had started sliding back out by pushing her hips
forward, and words failed her, her only reply a groan
of pleasure. Any discomfort was rapidly becoming a
thing of the past as they fell silent, deciding there
were more important things than talking.
Using his hands, Mike guided her hips, showing her what
he wanted. She was a quick learner, and started to move
back and forth on her own. The Stud placed his hands
behind his head again, and Mike placed his on his hips,
and they both watched my wife with glee as she fucked
herself on their two cocks. It was awkward at first,
but as Mike shifted position to help her work out the
angles, she gradually came to a rhythm she could
maintain.
She was becoming very vocal again, but it was
unintelligible, just a series of shrieks and gasps,
inter-mixed with moans, all of it pleasurable. I
watched in a state of rapture, clearly able to see her
asshole stretched over Mike's cock, and her pussy
enclosing The Stud. It only took a few minutes for my
whore of a wife to reach orgasm, and it was nearly an
act of violence. She slammed herself mercilessly
against the two cocks as she came, screaming so loud
the dogs began to stir restlessly just outside the
door, worried about her safety.
I was jerking off wildly as I watched, the two guys
just holding their positions with huge grins as she
debased herself with abandon. Finally she collapsed
with a cry of agonized joy, falling against The Stud as
sweat beaded up on her skin. It was at that moment that
I ejaculated, shooting come across my legs and onto the
couch. The guys just sneered at me.
As she lay there panting, The Stud looked at Mike.
'Fuck her man. Get your rocks off like her wimp
husband. He likes what we are doing to his darling
wife.'
Mike lay across her limp form and started a steady
fucking of her ass. Her legs were bent, up alongside
The Stud, leaving her ass open for easy access. And he
took full advantage of it, steadily picking up the pace
as his passion grew. On every stroke, I could see my
wife's asshole greedily holding on to his cock. She was
lying against The Stud, moaning incoherently, as Mike
butt-fucked her, his actions becoming rougher as his
arousal increased.
Removing my shirt and using it to absently wipe up the
mess I had created, I watched in amazement as my wife
took one cock in her ass while holding another deep in
her pussy. The Stud started speaking into her ear. 'I
can feel him rubbing against me. Can you feel that?'
'Yes.' She spoke between gasps.
'You like it?'
'Un hunh.'
'It can be like this all the time, now that you know
what a whore you are.'
'Un hunnnnhhhhh.'
'You like that idea, don't you?' He was looking right
at me again.
'Yeeessssssssss.' And with that she was coming again.
Mike spoke up breathlessly. 'Those... contractions...
are... incredible.'
And just as quickly he was coming in her ass. She could
feel him swell in the midst of her orgasm, and cried
out, lifting her face to the ceiling in a long guttural
scream.
Mike pumped her ass a few more times, then collapsed on
her, his cock deep in her ass, breathing irregularly as
sweat dripped onto her back. His weight pinned her to
The Stud, but she continued to squirm through her own
orgasm, as his come was pumped deep in her bowels.
Finally they both relaxed, and The Stud spoke up
sarcastically. 'The two of you are getting pretty
heavy.'
It took the comment a moment to register, then Mike
started to lift himself up, looking somewhat
embarrassed to have fallen down against his naked
friend. My wife was between them, but there was still a
lot of contact that typically makes guys uneasy. When
he pulled out of her ass and arose, I could see her
gaping hole, come leaking out of it. It was a
surprisingly erotic site.
The Stud wrapped his arms around my wife and rolled
over, moving her to the bottom and him on top. The
action put them up against the relocated coffee table,
and they had to scoot back over awkwardly towards the
couch where I sat. Once settled, he started a rhythmic
fucking of my wife, who eagerly wrapped her legs around
his back. I was fully expecting him to fuck her in the
ass as well, but he seemed quite content in her pussy.
I was momentarily distracted by the thought that he had
remarkable stamina, his hard cock having been buried
within her for quite some time. Granted he had come in
her mouth earlier, and the second time should involve
less urgency, but I clearly recalled that the night he
fucked my ass after coming in my mouth, he did not last
so long. This evening he was taking his time, and
giving my wife the ride of her life in the process.
They were kissing like lovers, deeply passionate, as he
drove in and out of her pussy, her fingers clawing at
his ass cheeks. She lifted her pussy to each thrust of
his massive cock like the depraved whore she was,
kissing him back like it was her last chance to ever
have a man. She had always liked a hard pounding, and
he was giving her just that, relentlessly hammering her
to the floor as he held her in place with a tight grip
on her shoulders.
She looked so small under his large, muscular frame,
and each time I watched his thick cock disappear inside
her, I wondered where it was going. She was lost in the
ecstasy of the act, her body willfully, joyfully
submitting.
The last time they had fucked in front of me, I had
been bound and blindfolded. But being intimately
knowledgeable of my wife and her sexual responses, I
knew from the sounds that she had done more than fuck
him. She had given herself up totally to him. She was
at that point again, oblivious of the presence of Mike
and I, uncaring that she was being fucked in front of
her husband, just totally dedicated to the hard cock in
her pussy.
It was an awesome sight, and all thoughts of jealousy,
all concerns that The Stud was trying to possess my
wife, were swept away by the raw animal lust I felt
watching her debasement less than five feet in front of
me. My cock was hard again, my hand wrapped around it,
as I marveled at how beautiful she looked being fucked
on the floor of our living room.
They were no longer able to focus on the kiss, and
their lips fell away from each other. My wife laid her
head to one side, facing left towards the couch on
which I sat, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open
seductively. Each time he slammed his cock home, her
breasts slapped back and forth, her head gave a little
jolt, and a grunt sounded from her lips.
Mike had moved to the couch on my right, and sat
starring the same as I. The Stud hung his head over her
right shoulder, his breathing labored as he steadily
fucked her, audibly slamming into her pussy on each
stroke, the hard work making sweat stand up across his
back.
I had fucked my wife like this, hard and unforgiving,
on many occasions, and I knew it wouldn't take much
longer before she reached her limit and yielded to
another orgasm. The cadence of her breathing supported
this belief, and the tightening up of The Stud's body
suggested he was close as well. I could see in her face
a studied concentration, and I knew exactly what she
was doing.
She could sense his pending climax, and was holding her
own at bay to time it coincident with his. Over the
years I had played this game with her, and would try to
hold out as well, making it a contest of wills to see
who would come first. But The Stud had no such
awareness, or did not care, and moved quickly towards
orgasm, pummeling her pussy, grinding into her
ferociously with his big dick.
When he finally erupted, he threw his head up, arching
his back, as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He was truly
enraptured for an instant, and I felt perhaps an
untimely pride in my wife. Then she let herself go and
joined him, the joint climax a loud event as both their
bodies were wracked with pleasure. I found myself
sliding up to the edge of the couch, getting closer,
trying to somehow be a part of this incredible display
of sexual power.
I got to see with my eyes so much of what I knew in
her, her rock hard nipples thrust upwards as her back
arched, her legs entwining with The Stud's and twisting
his in an amazing display of strength. Her head was
tilted back as she cried out, her fingernails raking
across his lower back, leaving little red trails. The
room could have been full of spectators, and she
wouldn't have known, and she wouldn't have cared.
They both passed their peak, and muscles started to
relax and breathing started to shift back to normal,
but still mostly short gasps mixed with low moans. Then
the kissing started again, and I was struck with how
much these two liked each other. It was not a
comforting feeling as I watched her melt beneath him.
But my hard cock betrayed my feelings once again, and I
continued to stroke it as I watched them cool down. I
had never witnessed a more remarkable display of sex.
After a short time, he extracted his cock from her
pussy and rose to his feet. He stood over her, looking
down at her beautiful sweat covered body as I did the
same from where I sat on the edge of the sofa. Then The
Stud looked over at Mike, on the other end of the
couch.
'Want to see something cool?'
It was a rhetorical question, and Mike answered with a
simple raise of the eyebrows. My own curiosity quickly
evaporated as The Stud turned to his right towards me,
and took the step and half required to close the
distance. His semi-erect cock was at head level, but I
was looking up at his face.
'Clean me up with that slut mouth of yours.'
I sat and stared him in the eye without a word. He had
invaded my house without invitation. He had hurled
insults at me as he stripped my wife naked before my
eyes, demonstrating through her lack of resistance that
he could do whatever he pleased. He had used her in
front of me, and had allowed his friend to do the same,
the two of them dominating my normally dominant wife
quite completely.
He had gotten her agreement to be his whore, whenever
and however he required. And now as a final humiliating
act, he expected me to suck her juices off his cock. I
could see in his face that he had no doubt that I would
comply. I could feel in my heart that he was right.
I glanced over at Mike and he was watching intently,
his own semi-hard cock lying between his legs. Checking
my wife, she remained shamelessly spread-eagle and
naked on the floor, her pussy leaking on the carpet, as
she watched me with a small smile. Looking back at The
Stud, he smiled and waited patiently, certain of the
outcome.
My eyes drifted down across his muscular chest and flat
abdomen, still damp with sweat. Settling on his cock, I
could see come and the froth of my wife's pussy
accumulated around the base, and extending in random
streaks along his length. Even as I hesitated, there
was no doubt in my mind that after this incredible
evening, I would gladly use my mouth to remove all
traces of her juices from his manhood.
Reaching out with both hands, I grabbed his hips and
pulled him slightly forward. Then leaning in, I ran a
tongue along his length, tasting the musk and the tang
of their combined fluids.
'Son of a bitch.' It was Mike, to my right.
'I told you he was a cocksucker.'
A cocksucker I was, and to prove it I sucked his length
into my mouth, his softened cock easy to swallow whole.
If Mike had any doubts, the sight of my nose buried in
The Stud's pubic hair dispelled them. It was at that
instant that I realized just how much I loved my
ability to shock someone by taking another man's cock
in my mouth. Even though The Stud had apparently told
him I had sucked his cock, seeing was believing, and
now Mike was definitely a believer.
Now that I had his cock in my mouth for the fourth
time, I was enjoying the feeling immensely. Using my
tongue, and copious amounts of saliva, I washed his
cock thoroughly. Pulling it from my mouth, I licked all
around the base, then lovingly cleaned his balls. As
his body relaxed, I knew he was enjoying himself, and I
concentrated on trying to make him hard again. But in
the end, it was too soon after being too spent, and he
suddenly pulled away, satisfied that he was clean.
'Keep practicing. One day you'll learn to suck cock as
good as my whore.'
I can't honestly say if the sting I felt at his words
were due to my supposed inadequacy as a cocksucker,
when compared to my wife, or from his reference to her
as his whore.
He turned towards my wife, his cock definitely more
swollen than before I started. 'We'll come back soon
and give both of you more practice.' His voice was
smug, and after the insult I found it annoying.
She smiled as he turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Mike got up to follow him, pausing in front of me. At
first I thought he intended to have me clean him as
well, and I felt distinct unease at the thought that
his cock had been up my wife's behind. But he just
smirked and moved on by, heading to the kitchen as
well.
My eyes settled on my wife, dwelling on the imagery of
her submitting so willingly to The Stud and his friend.
I knew she had a submissive streak as deep as my own,
but since she had assumed a dominant role in our
relationship, it had not been obvious. She eliminated
any thoughts in my head that our relationship may be
changing when she wordlessly summoned me towards her
with a crooked finger.
As she raised her knees and spread her legs, I
immediately dropped to my own knees and slid over to
her in a pure Pavlovian response. She motioned me
between her legs, and I went willingly, thinking I was
about to get my hard cock in her pussy. But her look
told me otherwise, and without hesitation, I gave her
what she wanted.
Her hands came to the back of my head as I lowered my
lips to her pussy, pulling me in roughly. Using my
tongue, I lapped up the come leaking out of her as she
lifted her hips to my mouth, instantly turned on by my
submission. My naked ass was up high and pointed
towards the kitchen as I ate her well-used pussy, and
when I heard the guys behind me, I quickly tried to sit
up, realizing my bare ass was exposed. She anticipated
this, and grabbing two fistfuls of hair, she held my
head in place.
My resistance was negligible, and I accepted my fate,
keeping my ass up high and on display, along with my
cock and balls, while I lapped away at her pussy. The
Stud made it clear he noticed.
'Next time, we can fuck that tight ass as well.'
'Any good?'
'Not bad. He likes it up the ass as much as she did.'
Then obviously addressing me, he added. 'Speaking of
asses, don't forget to clean hers up as well.'
Then I heard the door open and close, and they were
gone. As she lifted her knees to her chest, my tongue
began the journey south.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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