It’s good to have friends, but there are times when you wish you didn’t. Don was my best buddy and had been for damn near all my life. He lived three houses down from me when we started kindergarten and we went all the way through high school together. When he went off to college it was the first time we had been separated in fourteen years. He came home from college about the same time I got discharged from the army and we picked up right where we had left off. He was the best man at my wedding and I was the best man at his. We golfed together, bowled together, and played poker every other Friday. We were as close as two guys can be and suddenly I wanted to kill him, not because of anything he had done, but because he was the messenger who brought the bad tidings.
It was a Thursday night and Don and I were having a few beers following our bowling league. It had not been a good night. We were tied for first place with the team we had bowled against and we had lost the first game by five pins, the second by eleven pins, but we had won the third by forty-one so we got by with a split for the night. The bad thing about that was the fact that our next two weeks were against the third and fourth place teams while our night’s opponents bowled against the eleventh and sixteenth place teams. With only four weeks left in the season things did not look too bright for us and since both Don and I hate to lose we were in a pretty subdued mood as we sipped our beers. Then Don asked:
“How long we known each other?”
I chuckled and said, “It seems like since we were both old enough to stand up and walk.”
Don gave a nod and said, “So I suppose we are tight enough that I can say something and not get clobbered for saying it?”
I gave him a curious look and asked, “What’s on your mind?”
He was quiet for a moment or two and then he asked, “Any chance you can get off the afternoon shift?”
I shook my head no, “Not much of one. It all has to do with seniority and I don’t have much. Why?”
He hesitated and then he said, “I think you need to spend more time closer to home in the afternoons and early evenings.”
“Why?” I wanted to know.
“Well” he said, “It’s not really any of my business and I’m probably sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong, but Barb is starting to spend too much time with the wrong crowd.”
I stared at him, “What are you trying to say? You accusing Barb of something?” and I felt the anger start to rise in me.
Don shook his head and said, “I think I’ve already said too much” and he got up and left.
Driving home that night I thought about what Don had said. I knew he was trying to tell me something, but to hint that my wife was traveling with the wrong crowd when I wasn’t there was going too far. Barb and I were deeply in love with each other and he had no business bad mouthing her. And what did he mean by the ‘wrong crowd’ anyway?
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By the next morning I had it out of my mind and in time I would have forgotten completely about it if it hadn’t been for a power outage. One night, halfway through my shift, we lost power and after waiting almost forty-five minutes to see if it would come back on the company sent us home. I pulled my car into the garage, parked it next to Barb’s car and as the automatic garage door opener was closing the door I thought that thanks to the power outage I was going to get laid that night. Barb was usually in bed asleep when I got home from work and so our sex life was pretty much limited to my days off and on those days we seemed to more than make up for what we didn't get during the week.
The "Honey, I'm home” was greeted with silence when I walked into the house. In fact, the whole house was silent which was not a normal condition. Barb usually had both the TV and the stereo going at the same time - she liked noise. I went through the house, but she wasn’t home. She must have gone shopping with her mother or sister I thought, so much for getting laid. I fixed myself some leftovers, ate, and then cleaned up the dishes. I was on my way to the living room to turn on the TV when lights turned into the driveway and I glanced out the window and saw a car pull in the drive and another one pull up in front of the house. I watched as Barb and a guy got out of the car in the drive and a girl that I didn’t recognize and another guy got out of the car in front. I was all set to go to the door and greet her when I saw the guy with Barb put his arm around her shoulder and let his hand fall on her tit. And I suddenly knew what Don was trying to tell me - that my wife was out running around on me. I don’t know why I didn’t just meet her at the door and confront her. Denial would be a little hard for her since the guy was groping her tit and she wasn’t trying to push him away. Perhaps it was because I did not want to believe it and I was hoping that there might be some reasonable explanation that I could believe. Whatever the reason, I ran upstairs to where I could listen and watch to see what was going on.
The four of them came in the house and dropped their coats on the floor and headed for the stairs. I beat a hasty retreat into the bedroom and then did the only thing I could do under the circumstances - I got into the closet. I’d no sooner made it into the closet than the four of them entered the room and for the most part they were already undressed; there was probably a trail of clothes leading from the hallway all the way up the stairs to the bedroom. When the guy with Barb said, “Suck my dick honey” I should have come out of the closet swinging, but I didn’t and I don’t honestly know why I didn’t. It wasn’t because I’d always had a fantasy of seeing her with someone else or because all of a sudden I had a raging hard on. No, I think it was the way that Barb was meekly doing what she was told. When the guy told her to suck his dick she went right to her knees and did it without one word of protest. That was definitely not the Barb that I knew. When we had sex it was a noisy, boisterous affair with each of us telling the other what we wanted and voicing encouragement. Here, Barb was quiet, almost subservient. It was a Barb that I had never seen before and that made me curious and so I watched. Barb never said a word as the three of them ordered her around. I thought for sure she would speak up when the other girl told Barb’s guy to fuck Barb in the ass, but when the guy told Barb to get on her hands and knees she did it without protest. The guy moved behind her and started pushing his cock into her asshole and Barb started to whimper. It took him several pushes to get the head of his dick past her sphincter muscle and then he pushed hard and Barb screamed, whether form pain or pleasure I couldn’t tell, but I hoped it was from pain. I hoped the bitch was suffering!
Once Barb was getting pounded in the ass the other girl and her guy settled down to work on their sex lives and things got boring. From the closet it looked like a badly made porno movie and it was all I could do not to come out of the closet screaming, “Enough already.” The more I watched Barb the madder I got, but it got worse, or maybe better - it all depends on how you look at it. The other girl finally said that she had to get home before her husband got home from work and she got up and got dressed. She asked her guy if he wanted a ride back to his car and he said no, that he would ride with Jerry. As she left the other girl said to Barb:
“I’ll call you in the morning” and Barb said, “Make it around ten. My hubby will be in his work shop by then.”
The girl left and Barb said to the two guys, “I don’t know about this. I’ve never done two guys at the same time before.”
Jerry, her guy, laughed and said, “There always has to be a first time for everything sweetie” and all of a sudden I got hard! I was still mad, but watching two guys work Barb over was a turn on and a half. My dick got hard and stayed hard while for the next hour the two guys made use of all three of Barb’s holes and still, through it all, Barb remained strangely quiet. Oh, there were moans, groans, grunts and the low wail that she made when she was cumming, but there was none of the, “Yes, like that” or “That’s it baby, fuck me, fuck me harder” that took place when Barb and I made love. Then it was Barb’s turn to say it was time to quit before I got home. When the guys had dressed and Barb had walked them to the front door I got out of the closet and went down the hall to the spare bedroom. When I heard the shower start I went downstairs and went out into the garage and sat in my car. When my watch told me that it was time for me to be getting home I hit the garage door opener so that Barb would hear and think I’d just gotten home. Barb was awake when I walked into the bedroom - awake and naked.
“I’ve been waiting for you” she said, “I’m really horny tonight.”
The thought of fucking her after two strangers had spent several hours wallowing around in her did not appeal to me so I told her that I’d pulled a muscle in my back at work and that I wasn’t up to it. She gave me a speculative look and then she leaned toward me, kissed me on the cheek and then rolled over and went to sleep.
I did not sleep well that night and when I got up in the morning my mood wasn’t good. I ate a quick breakfast and then headed for my workshop in the basement. I figured that the less time spent around Barb the better. Ten o’clock arrived and found me standing by the basement extension when it rang. I waited until Barb picked up and then I picked up hoping that neither Barb nor the other girl would notice the click, and then I listened in:
Girl: What happened after I left?
Barb: What do you think happened? Just use your imagination. What ever two
guys and one girl can do together got done.
Girl: You slut you!
Barb: Hey! You’re the one that got me started in this.
Girl: Yeah, but you’re loving it.
Barb: Well, it’s not bad. I love the sex, but something is missing. None of these
guys can light me up like my hubby can.
Girl: Well, if he’s that good you have to let me try him.
Barb: Don’t hold your breath, he’s mine and I’m not sharing.
Girl: Bitch! You can have mine. He’s seen you and I know he’d fuck you in
a heartbeat.
Barb: Maybe someday.
Girl: I think you’ll like what I’ve got lined up for you tonight.
Barb: Why?
Girl: Because honey, he’s got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen on a man.
Barb: I don’t know.
Girl: What’s wrong?
Barb: I don’t know. I think my hubby might be getting suspicious.
Girl: What makes you think that?
Barb: I’m not sure. It’s just a feeling. When he got home last night I wanted
him, but he turned me down and he’s never done that before. He has
never said no to sex before, it’s just not like him. And he had a funny
look on his face. I just think he knows.
Girl: It’s probably something at work that’s bothering him or something like
that.
Barb: You think so?
Girl: Don’t worry about it. Hey, I’ve got to go. Going to meet at the bar?
Barb: No, I don’t think so. Just come on over to the house. Make it about four.
Girl: Okay, see you then - and she hung up.
I put down the phone, waited a few moments and then called Don at work and asked him to meet me for lunch.
“How long have you known?” I asked after the waitress had taken our order.
“About a month now” Don said.
“Why are you just getting around to telling me?” I wanted to know.
He thought for a moment and then said, “You love the silly bitch, but I’m just your friend. If you loved her enough you wouldn’t believe anything that I might say about her and our friendship would be toast. I didn’t know if I wanted to risk it.”
I thought about that and I realized that he was right. If I’d have been in the wrong mood when he told me I would have told him to fuck off and die. I told him about the previous evening and said:
“I don’t have a clue about what to do. Talk about mixed emotions; on the one hand I want to strangle the bitch and on the other I love her so damned much it hurts.”
He laughed and said; “The way I see it you only have five choices.”
“And they would be what?” I asked.
He ticked them off on his fingers; “You can kick her ass out. You can come out of the closet and join in. You can stay in the closet and watch. You can ignore it and hope that it’s a phase she is going through and that she will eventually stop, or you can kill her and go to jail.”
“Wow!” I said, “What a great bunch of options. How about I just confront her and we talk it out?”
Ron shook his head negatively, “You could do that, but it would just lead to one of the choices just mentioned, except for hiding in the closet.”
I went home with no more idea about what I was going to do than I’d had the previous night. But whatever I was going to do, it was going to be done that day.
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I knew that the other girl (I have since learned that her name was Chelsea) was going to bring some big dicked asshole over at four that afternoon. The way I saw it I had three choices; I could leave the house and come back after four and confront Barb, hide in the closet and then come out, or just sit in the living room and wait for Barb’s company to arrive. I quickly eliminated choice three because if I was sitting in the living room they wouldn’t do anything but visit and I wanted to walk in on her and catch her in the act. Choice one wouldn’t work for the same reason - I wanted to catch her with a strange cock in her, not walk up the stairs and find everyone trying to get their clothes on or hide under the bed or in the closet. It looked like the only way I could do what I wanted to do was be in the closet when it happened, but how was I going to manage that with Barb home all day?
I spent an hour trying to come up with a plan, but in the end it was time wasted. About half an hour before I normally went to work Barb told me that she had to run to the store. She kissed me, told me to have a nice day at work, grabbed her shopping list and left. I picked up my lunch pail, got in my car and drove it two blocks over and then rushed home. I went down into the basement and got my Beretta 92F out of the gun safe, made sure it had a full clip (I had no idea how big the horse-cocked guy was, but I wasn’t going to take any chances) and tucked it into my belt. Then I went upstairs, grabbed a book and settled into the spare bedroom to wait.
Barb came home from shopping and then came upstairs to get ready for her ‘date’. The doorbell rang at 3:58 and when Barb went to answer it I slipped into the bedroom closet. I didn’t have long to wait, but I was surprised when they came into the room. I had expected Chelsea and horse-cock, but there were three other guys with them and I was suddenly very glad that I’d had the foresight to bring the 92F with me. Chelsea seemed to be the ringmaster of the group and she started telling everyone what to do. She told three of the guys to ‘warm up’ Barb while she got Sean ready. Chelsea sat on the edge of the bed and told Sean to:
“Get over here baby, and let me wrap my lips around that beautiful thing.”
As the one called Sean turned toward her I got my first look at the evenings entertainment. He was huge! I’m guessing that it was at least twelve inches long and it was as big around as my wrist. Barb couldn’t take that! No way! Chelsea could just barely get her hands around it and just the cockhead had stretched her mouth to where I thought the skin at the corners might crack. On the other side of the bed Barb was already being fucked by one of the guys and the other two were sucking on her tits while she stroked their cocks. Barb hooked her legs behind the legs of the guy fucking her and she started pushing herself up at him to meet his thrusts. She began the low wail that told me she was having an orgasm and one of the guys sucking her tits moved so that his cock was at her mouth and he began poking at her lips. She opened her eyes and turned her head to see the cock and then she opened her mouth and dutifully took it in and started sucking him. On the other side of the bed Chelsea was still trying to get more of Sean’s cock in her mouth as he stood patiently waiting. I was surprised at the amount she had managed - almost six inches - and even more surprised that Sean didn’t have his hands on the back of her head holding her while he fucked her face.
It had been my intention to come out of the closet as soon as Barb had a cock in her, but that plan went into the tank as soon as I saw Sean’s cock. As pissed off as I was at finding out Barb was fucking other guys, I just had to see if she could take that monster and so I stood quietly and waited as the other three guys fucked Barb and emptied themselves into her. As soon as the last of the three announced that he had cum Sean pulled out of Chelsea’s mouth and moved to Barb’s side of the bed.
“Ready?” he asked. Barb stared at the jutting pole and uncertainty showed on her face. Sean said, “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
He touched the head of his cock to her cum coated cunt lips. I saw Barb tense up as the first inch of Sean moved into her and she pulled her knees as far back as she could and held them as Sean began to work into her one inch at a time. Slowly, very slowly, Sean’s cock disappeared into Barb’s cunt until he was buried in her to the root - Barb had taken every bit of it - and then Sean started to fuck her. At first it was just short strokes at a slow pace, but as Barb loosened up his strokes became longer and his speed picked up. I watched in amazement as Barb went totally wild. Her heels drummed on the back of Sean’s legs, her fingernails were digging into him, her body shook like it was receiving electric jolts and the room was filled with loud wails as she had orgasm after orgasm. Sean fucked her for a good ten minutes before he told her he was going to cum:
“Oh God, Oh God” Barb wailed, “Oh yes, oh yes, give it to me, cum in me” and then another loud wail as she came again.
When Sean pulled out of Barb he left a gaping hole that should have shown daylight when Barb opened her mouth. A small river of cum flowed out of her as she lay there on the bed, limp as a wet dishrag and breathing heavily. Sean moved to the head of the bed and told her to clean off his dick. While that was going on I was watching Barb’s cunt slowly close, all thoughts of confrontation gone. I wanted to see her take that horse cock again. While Barb was licking Sean’s cock one of the other guys left Chelsea, moved over to Barb and mounted her. His cock couldn’t have even touched the sides of her cunt, but that didn’t stop him or even slow him down. He must have been as turned on as I was from watching Barb take that huge piece of meat because he didn’t last more than two minutes before he shot his wad. By then Barb had Sean’s dick hard again and he headed for Chelsea, but she waved him away.
“My old man is going to want me tonight and if I let you open me up he’ll know I’ve been straying as soon as his dick touched me.”
Sean turned back to Barb who spread her legs and pulled her knees back to her shoulders to receive him. This time Sean wasn’t gentle, he fucked Barb like he wasn’t ever going to get another piece of ass in his life so he wanted to make this one good. I can’t even begin to explain the way I felt watching Barb take that huge hunk of meat as she wailed, her arms and legs flailed about, and she had orgasm after orgasm. Sean finally rolled off of her and again I saw the gaping tunnel mouth leaking the river of cum. One of the other guys noticed it too and said:
“I’ve just got to see what it feels like to go into a hole like that” and he climbed on Barb and stuck his cock in her - Barb didn’t even notice him. The guy pumped in and out of her several times and then said, “It’s hot and wet, but I can barely feel her.”
Whatever he felt, it was turning him on and he started to fuck Barb fast and furious. At first Barb just laid there as if unaware that she had another cock in her, but after a minute or two her hands came up and gripped the guys shoulders and her legs wrapped around him. Several minutes later the guy said he was going to cum and Barb cried out, “No, no, not yet, I’m almost there” but it was too late, the guy had blasted his nuts into her. He pulled away from Barb and another guy immediately took his place and as soon as he entered her Barb cried out, “Yes, yes, oh God yes, fuck me, fuck me.”
Suddenly I knew why Barb had been cheating on me and would probably continue to cheat on me. She was being fucked for the seventh time this afternoon and she was still begging for it and the best I had ever been able to do was three times spread over the course of an entire night. I just wasn’t fucking her enough and I knew that I couldn’t do any better than I had been doing. I might be able to add another night or two a week, but six or seven times a night? No fucking way!
On the bed Sean was ready to go again and this time he lay on his back and had Barb mount him. I had a perfect view of that huge cock sliding up into Barb as she rode Sean and I couldn’t hold back any longer - I had to have relief. I was beating my meat so hard and trying to get myself off that I momentarily forgot where I was. Either an inadvertent step forward or a hand stroke too far forward - I’m not sure which - hit the closet door and it swung open and banged into the dresser. All eyes turned toward the noise and fixed on me just as I blew my load onto the bedroom floor. Barb screamed when she saw me; Sean pushed her off his cock and he scrambled for his pants as did the other three guys, and Chelsea smiled and said, “My, my, my. Look at what Santa brought me for Christmas” and she got off the bed and started walking toward me as I stood there with my dick in my hand looking like a doofus.