Article 52975 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an173878@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 13 Feb 1995 07:20:10 UTC
Subject: Unfaith (FMm, wifewatch)

		  Unfaithfully Mine, Faithfully His
			     Chapter One
			  The Spice of Life

	My name is Jason. I met my girlfriend, Donna, almost six
years ago while in college and was immediately hers. Although Donna is
indisputably beautiful at 5 foot 7 inches, 115 pounds, with ashen-
blond hair reaching to just below her shoulders, a sincere face, a
narrow waist, and full C breasts, her caring personality is the charm
that renders her irresistible. Nonetheless, on my 21st birthday we
had been exclusive for almost two years and I was still unready to say
the word "forever" so I suggested we see other people. At the time, I
enjoyed general success with women and hoped a less committed
relationship would let me "have my cake and eat it too." Was I wrong.

	Tearfully, Donna agreed to the suggestion but insisted on some
ground rules. First, each of us would be required to describe in
detail our sexual relations with others. Second, each of us would use
a condom if we had intercourse with another partner whether or not a
different method of birth control was being used (Donna has been on
the pill since soon after we met). Third, neither of us would be
permitted to date anyone in our common circle of friends. Finding her
conditions reasonable, I eagerly agreed.

	For several months, I casually dated other women. Usually,
these relationships amounted to little more than a few encounters with
some kissing or petting. Although I always told Donna who I was
seeing and when, we rarely discussed the details and Donna seemed
happy not knowing. In any case, I was having fun dipping my fingers
into a wide assortment of cunts and sometimes even getting my cock
sucked. What's that corny saying? "Variety's the spice of life" . . .
I sure thought so.

	Donna was less pleased with the status quo. Though she was
constantly pursued by other men, she rarely dated and when she did, it
seemed to be as "just friends." Even better, I made sure to fuck her
pussy until it was good and sore just before any of her dates.
Sometimes I would show up at her apartment only a half hour before her
date was expected to arrive and interrupt her dressing, putting on
her make-up, etc. by jamming my stiff cock into her unready pussy. It
was wonderful! I'd stand behind her, pull her skirt or dress up to
her waist, and bend her over the bed or couch before lubing my cock
with saliva and penetrating her. She'd quickly be fucking back while
I pounded hard and fast; we both came harder during those sessions
than during normal love-making. When her date arrived, she would
practically run out the door hoping to escape before he noticed her
mottled, flush skin or the sex-smell filling the apartment. While she
was out, I would hang with the boys or maybe go on a date of my own
knowing that my semen was trickling from her damp pussy while she sat
making small talk with some schmuck.

	Somehow or another, we managed to keep our relationship open
for more than a year before encountering a serious problem. Donna
began to date a close friend of mine, Anthony, and I wasn't sure how I
felt about it. Well, I guess I thought it sucked but wasn't sure if I
could persuade Donna to drop Anthony without sacrificing my own
freedom.

	On their first date, Anthony took Donna to the movies. I was
waiting for Donna when she returned and challenged: "not in our circle
of friends, huh?"

	She giggled, "Oh, come on, you know Anthony's intentions are
completely innocent. We're just friends. We didn't do anything, not
even a `good night' kiss. Besides, when we agreed that we wouldn't
date our mutual friends, I was talking about real dates. I'm not
dating Anthony, I just go out with him to pass the time while you're
out chasing high school floozies."

	What could I say? I had anticipated this response but didn't
know how to handle it. "If you say it's `just friends,' I believe you,
but I want you to promise that Anthony knows it's `just friends.'"

	She countered playfully, "of course he knows; he's your best
friend isn't he? You're being silly." With that she pulled her
turtleneck over her head exposing the silk bra which smothered her
round breasts. "Let's go to bed," she suggested and walked into the
bedroom. Noticing that her maroon nipples were standing erect, I
followed, teasing "Yeah, all right, but that better be from the chill
outside."

	After a month or so of very limited dating, Donna seemed to
lose interest in Anthony and started spending more time with her
girlfriends, Stacey and Karen. On nights when the ladies hit the
bars, I would hang with my male friends or play with some cute
underclass toy. On these evenings, Donna would come in sometime after
one o'clock, feeling four or five draft beers, and teasingly demand
that I eat her pussy. Usually, I was feeling my own buzz and would,
with half-closed eyes, listen to her gab as she walked round the bed
peeling-off and discarding her clothes on the floor. Though we
eventually fell into a pattern where she would immediately climb onto
my face and use my mouth to please her already sloppy cunt, I was
surprised the first time she behaved so demandingly.

	Though Donna was a good lover, she had never been particularly
aggressive and preferred fucking to oral sex. She disliked giving
head and felt uncomfortable receiving because of the unspoken pressure
to reciprocate. Given this history, her new demands caught me off-
guard and I asked for an explanation.

	Straddling my chest while dragging her fingers through her
noticeably wet pussy, she explained that sexual subjects had dominated
the conversation that evening and went on to describe in detail some
of the fantasies she, Stacey, and Karen had shared. As she finished
her story, she said, "Anyway, I know you've been using your tongue to
impress those freshmen and sophomore bimbos who spread their legs for
you, it's about time you started impressing me, too." With that, she
used her strong legs to pin my arms against me chest and sides and
forced her gooey box onto my face and into my mouth. "Hold my pussy
open," she commanded, "I want your mouth to be completely filled with
my sticky juice."

	Conceding, I slurped my tongue through the pink folds and
tangled hair noticing that she was wetter and tangy-er than ever
before. After coming, she slid down next to me commenting that I
should get used to this new routine. My cock was rock solid by now,
and, figuring that I was about to get mine, I started to mount her.
Before I could get my cock inside her, however, she'd clamped shut her
legs, mumbling something about having my turn later.

	During the next month or so, Donna went out with Stacy and
Karen on a regular basis and repeated her demands each evening when
she got home. Throughout this period, I didn't get my cock into her a
single time and had accustomed myself to masturbating when she tired
of riding my face. It may be hard to believe, but I didn't mind too
much; I had never seen her strong side and kind of liked the idea of
my girlfriend being a bit of a dominatrix.

	Maybe six weeks after Donna's liberation, I was blindsided by
news of just how liberated she had become. While having beers with
three friends, someone, I think Jerry, observed that Anthony was
conspicuously absent. The comment seemed directed at me and I asked
whether Anthony planned on stopping by later. My question triggered
some uncomfortable chuckling around the room and Tim, another friend,
suggested I ask Donna.

	Well, I knew what this was about. I explained, "Look guys,
Anthony and Donna dated a little but that was a couple of months ago
and I know exactly what happened: nothing!" I continued, "Donna tells
me everything and asked for approval before seeing him. I wanted to
see other women so I said `OK.' You all may be hypocrites but I'm not,
and if I was going to date around, how could I ask her not to?"

	"Nothing? That's not what we heard," Tim countered, "Anthony
says he's been plugging her with his fat cock two or three times a
week for over a month." Laughing, Matt added, "I've seen Anthony's
cock; if he's putting that thing into her on a regular basis she'll be
ruined for mere mortals." Tim finished, "I'd bet he's banging her
right now."

	I didn't know what to say. "You're full of shit," I
challenged, only half believing my own words. A sickening feeling was
growing in my gut. "She's out with Stacey and Karen. The three of
them may spend a lot of time talking about sex, but they aren't
fucking anybody."

	Tim said, "Look, I'm just playing devil's advocate, but Stacey
told me she was staying in tonight. Why don't we give her a call and
see?"

	Throwing back the rest of my beer, I agreed, "sure." What the
hell? If I was right and Donna was being truthful it would shut them
up; if I was wrong . . .

	Jerry dialed Stacey's number and clicked on the speaker phone.
The room was hush as we listened to the electronic rings on the other
end of the line.

	On the third ring, Stacey picked up, "Hello?".

	"Hi, Stacey. This is Tim. What are you doing tonight?"

	"Oh, nothing, I guess. I thought I might study."

	"Yeah, right. Some of us were thinking about grabbing some
beers at Peanut's and thought we might persuade you to join us?"

	Except for her agreement, I didn't really hear the rest of the
conversation. When Tim hung up, no one spoke at first. After a
minute, Tim said, "Well, you heard her guys, we've gotta meet Stacey
at Peanut's in a half-hour." As the group filed out of Jerry's
apartment, Matt joked, "Hey Jason, better buy one of those vacuum
pumps for your dick or start looking for a new girlfriend."

	I declined the invitation to get into it with him and started
for Anthony's. As I left, Tim was serious for a minute, "Don't do
anything crazy."

	Not sure of my next step, I walked towards the liquor store
thinking that whatever I ended up doing, another six-pack would make
it easier.

	Beer in hand, I considered my options. First, Tim was right -
I shouldn't do anything crazy. Maybe, the whole thing was innocent.
So Donna wasn't with Stacey; she could have a million explanations
besides, "I was fucking Anthony." In any case, the possibility that
Donna was banging one of my close friends made me sick and I had to
find out. Had she ever gone out with Stacey and Karen, or had she
been fucking Anthony for the past month as Jerry said? The timing
seemed right. I headed for Anthony's.

	Anthony lived in an old apartment building which seemed to
permanently smell of blackened fish; on the way up the elevator, my
thoughts wavered between cajun food and the sound of Donna moaning as
her pussy stretched to take Anthony's hard dick.

	Apartment 713. I knocked on the wooden door still unsure of
my plan. An old Genesis tune slid through the cracks surrounding the
door; he was home. Finally, the bolt turned and the door swung
inward.

	Anthony stood there for a second, his hair wet and a blue bath
towel around his waist. Seemingly unsurprised to see me, he invited
me in.

	"I was just on my way to meet you guys," he explained as he
headed for his bedroom. "Go ahead and grab a beer while I get
dressed."

	Opening another of the beers which I had purchased earlier,
beers which Anthony seemed not to notice, I watched him walk down the
hall. I guess if Donna was going to sleep with one of my friends, he
wasn't a bad choice. He was in good shape and had a hairy chest;
something I didn't offer that I knew Donna was into. Matt had
mentioned a big cock, too; I wouldn't find out about that `til later.

	When Anthony came back into the room, he was wearing only a
bathrobe. Sitting down next to me on the couch, he casually asked
"what's up?"

	"You're fucking Donna, aren't you?" I blurted.

	For a minute he just looked at me, then answered, "Yeah. She
loves my cock and you obviously don't satisfy her at home or she
wouldn't be here all the time. She just left."

	I didn't know what to say. "You're lying," I responded.

	"No, I thought about lying, but why bother? I'm not going to
stop fucking her. Hell, now that you know, I may fuck her more often.
Maybe everyday, maybe in your bed, maybe in her ass."

	I dove at him, spilling my beer, and we wrestled for a minute
before he pinned me on the floor. I was on my stomach with my left
arm pulled painfully far behind my back. He was on top of me with one
hand on my left arm and the other under my neck.

	Gritting his teeth, he continued, "You know what Donna's pussy
smells like, don't you?"

	"Yes," I admitted.

	"What about the taste? You know what it tastes like, don't
you?"

	"Yes," again.

	"Well, here's your proof," he exclaimed while rolling off of
me and jamming something soft into my open mouth.

	Jumping up, I pulled Donna's damp, cum-stained panties out of
my mouth. They were smeared with her juices, his cum, and my saliva.

	Holding the door open, he said "Get out of here. When you
calm down, call me, and we'll work things out. Don't mention any of
this to Donna. If she finds out that you know, I'll take her for
good. If you don't believe me, just try to put your little prick in
her; I told her to stop fucking you over a month ago and I know you
haven't been inside of her since."

	This was too much. Clasping Donna's bunched panties in my
hand, I left.

	That night, I waited for Donna as usual. When she came in,
she stripped like normal and immediately straddled my face,
rhythmically grinding her wetness against me while I probed inside of
her with my tongue. For the first time in six weeks, I knew the true
reason she was wet and why her juices were so tangy. Contemplating
how to confront her while sucking her sloppy hole, I was surprised
when my cock grew hard. How could I be hard knowing that another man's
come was dribbling out of my girlfriend and into my mouth? I began
concentrating on the taste, trying to distinguish her from him. As
her legs began to tighten against my temples and her breathing became
gasping, I felt my cock begin to twitch and soon my own come was
oozing out of my pulsing cock.

	Donna didn't notice until she laid her hand on my belly as she
cuddled against me. She sat up and put a finger to her mouth. "God!
I must have tasted really good tonight. You came just from eating me!.
He told me you'd come around eventually." "'He' who?" I asked.

	Catching herself, she gave me a puzzled look "I didn't say
anything about `he'." Satisfied, she gave me a lingering kiss on the
cheek and was soon asleep.

	I, however, couldn't sleep. Had I come without touching my
cock just from knowing that I was eating Anthony's semen out of
Donna's box? I had intended to confront Donna and demand that she fuck
me but now I was limp and wouldn't be able to get into her sloppy cunt
even if she consented.

			     Chapter Two
			     Home Movies

	The next morning I called Anthony and asked if we could get
together to discuss the situation. He agreed, and we arranged to meet
at his apartment later that evening.

	As I traveled through the foyer to his living room, he
followed asking, "So. You didn't try to fuck her?"

	I turned and looked at him.

	"It's probably for the best," he continued, "Donna's
completely loyal to me and I wouldn't want you two to fight. You
should get used to the idea that from now on she's going to fuck only
the people I tell her to. As I mentioned last night, maybe you and I
can work something out."

	I knew I wouldn't be able to get the upper hand, but I figured
I should try to get back onto the playing field with him, so I lied:
"First of all, I fucked her good and hard last night, and, second,
she's promised to stop seeing you."

	"Really?" he taunted. "Donna stopped by to suck me off
earlier today and had a different story to tell. She said that last
night was just like every other night: she sat on your face and let
you eat my come out of her well-fucked pussy. Oh, she did say there
was one difference; she said you came just from eating her. What
could have caused that? Besides, you didn't tell her anything. If you
had, I wouldn't have agreed to see you."

	"She gave you head?" I asked.

	"Don't get hung up on details. She wouldn't blow you even
before I stuck her. Grab some beers from the fridge and come into the
living room; I have something to show you."

	I took a seat on the sofa while he messed around with the TV.

	"I wasn't sure you knew just how devoted she is to me or
exactly what I do to her, so I decided to video our session this
afternoon. However, I don't want a repeat of yesterday, so I'll only
play it for you if your hands are tied. Just agreeing not to get
upset or violent isn't good enough; who knows how you'll react when
you see a real man making your girlfriend squirm."

	What the hell? He was clearly in control and I really wanted
to see the video. Rather than grovel, I held out my hands so that he
could bind them with my own belt.

	Anthony aimed the controller and clicked on the VCR.

	I had expected the scene to open in his bedroom. Donna
wouldn't have agreed to let him tape her sucking his cock, so I
assumed he must have lured her into the bedroom where the camera was
secretly set-up a closet or something. Instead, the couch I was now
sitting on came into focus. Donna strolled into the room and sat in
the exact place I was sitting now. Donna is a funky dresser and
looked great. She was wearing a short, form-fitting, suede dress with
white, cotton, waffle tights and groovy, square-toe, brown leather
shoes. In the tight dress, her breasts looked larger and rounder than
I remembered. It was strange to see her sitting in the same place I
was sitting now. I scanned the room for possible camera hiding
places; there didn't seem to be any.

	Realizing what I was looking for, Anthony answered my unasked
question: "I set the camera on a tripod right in the middle of the
room. This isn't the first time I've filmed your sweetheart taking my
cock. Once, I left the camera zoomed in on her cunt and got a great
close-up of her slit stretching to accommodate my fat stick. After I
filled her with semen, I slowly pulled out, leaving her pussy a
sloppy, gaping hole. On the tape, you can actually hear the sound of
a bottle being uncorked when I pop out of her. She watched that one
over and over again, unable to believe how much her pussy could
stretch and how it was unable to close itself after I finished with
it. I'm surprised you haven't seen it, I gave her a copy."

	My prick began to fill as I intently visualized the scene he
was describing. My attention was soon pulled back to the video by the
sound of Donna's voice, however.

	While my thoughts were on Anthony's story, his video
counterpart had entered the room and was sitting on the couch
listening to Donna speak in a smooth, comfortable tone: "He actually
came last night while sucking your come out of me. I was worried that
he might be getting fed-up with our little routine, but it seems he
likes it better now than ever before. How did you know he would like
the taste of your sperm so much? Just think, if he knew, he'd probably
be physically ill."

	"Maybe, maybe not," he countered. "I bet he's sucked a cock
or two in his time."

	I glared at Anthony.

	"You obviously don't know him like I do," Donna asserted in my
defense.

	"You didn't let him fuck you?" Anthony asked.

	"Of course not. I'm not sure if I'd even be able to feel his
little dick inside me now that I've grown accustomed to your monster."
Emphasizing her point, Donna leaned closer to Anthony and placed her
hand on his denim covered crotch as she finished her sentence.
"Besides, you told me not to fuck him, so I don't."

	The video-Anthony stood up, "So, how much time do you have?"

	"I need to be back in an hour," Donna answered.

	He was now standing directly in front of her, his crotch just
an inch or so from her face. "That's not a lot of time; maybe you
should get started."

	Without hesitating, Donna unsnapped and unzipped his jeans.
She pulled them down off his hips exposing a prominent bulge in his
striped boxers. Reaching a hand up through the loose-fitting leg
hole of his underwear, she grasped his cock, and directed it through the
open fly. Seven or so inches of his semi-erect cock was now visible.
As she grasped the base of his exposed dick with her right hand, she
began kneading his balls with her left (still in his underwear). His
cock continued to swell and was now jutting from his underwear at a 45
degree angle, completely hard. I guess it was about nine inches long
(Donna now had both of her hands wrapped around it, holding it like a
baseball bat, and the entire purple head was still visible) and not as
fat as the beer can I was holding (though just making that comparison
is a compliment). In any case, it was MUCH bigger than my skinny six
inches.

	Donna had begun to slowly stroke it with her right hand while
flicking her tongue all over the head and in his piss-hole.

	"What do you think?" he asked me.

	I answered truthfully, "I've seen large cocks on video before
(though never belonging to a close friend or in my girlfriend's hand);
it's not all that impressive."

	"Hmm," he responded. "Donna seems to disagree."

	"God, I love your cock! It's all I can think about. I love
to touch it, to have in me," Donna murmured as she rubbed the damp
head and hard shaft against her cheeks, mouth, and even forehead.

	"It's a shame we don't have more time," he commented to her.
"I'd let you rub it over your entire body before you make me come with
your mouth."

	Taking the huge prick out of her mouth for a minute, she
looked up asking "What are you doing tonight?"

	"Be here at 9:30," he answered as she began working more
feverishly on his blood-filled tool.

	He plunged his hands into her hair and started to slowly fuck
her mouth. She looked almost surreal as she struggled to keep her
mouth opened wide. Her face had grown mottled and flush, evidencing
her own arousal, when Anthony suddenly stopped moving and white semen
became evident at the corners of her mouth (at the time, I had no idea 
how much she had swallowed).

	Anthony raised the remote and hit `stop' on the VCR.

	The video over, I became keenly aware of the uncomfortable
bulge in my pants.

	Because my hands were bound, I was unable to adjust the
position of my cock as it had become rigid so that it could lay flat
against my belly. Instead, it was very obviously trapped against my
right thigh.

	Anthony had noticed as well. "You seem to have enjoyed the
show. I guess I didn't have to worry about your getting upset. Let
me see if I can help make you more comfortable."

	As he leaned towards me, I thought he intended to reach into
my pants and adjust my prick for me. The thought was exciting.
Instead, he simply untied my hands.

	Relieving my discomfort as best I could without completely
embarrassing myself, my thoughts turned to the immediate future. What
was coming next? How were we going to resolve the problem? Maybe
we'd discuss the "arrangement" to which he had twice referred.

	He finished his beer in one extended swallow and stood up.
"So you weren't impressed? Maybe you need to see it from Donna's
perspective."

	Duplicating the actions of the video-Anthony, he positioned
himself in front of me exactly as his TV counterpart had stood before
Donna. Beginning to understand what he meant by "Donna's
perspective," I made a half-hearted attempt to get up and leave.
Putting a hand on my shoulder, he forced me back onto the couch.

	In the same provocative tone that he had used earlier with
Donna, he quoted himself: "We don't have a lot of time, maybe you
should get started."

	I just sat there.

	"Come on, Donna," he said to me, "show me how much you love my
cock."

	Just twelve hours earlier I had considered sucking a cock for
the first time. Now I was being given the firsthand opportunity to
find out what had made my girlfriend betray me.

	Without thinking on it further, I placed my hands at his
crotch, just as my girlfriend had, and unsnapped his jeans. He
helped me to lower his jeans and his boxers and waited for me to
continue.

	I had lied earlier. I was impressed. Never before had I been
this close to another man's cock and I was intrigued by the way it
pulsed as it filled with blood. Half erect, it was already an inch or
so longer and wider than mine. He was much hairier than I am and his
scrotum seemed as if was straining to contain his very large, oblong
balls. The left hung just a little higher than the right.

	Leaning forward, he nudged and the head of his still growing
prick against my face. I imagined my face was flush with desire just
as Donna's had been when she sat in my place. Unlike the cock I had
seen on video just a few minutes earlier, this one had a strong sweaty
smell. Actually, the scent was not so different from the now familiar
smell of Donna's well-fucked cunt. It drew me in closer.

	"You'd better hurry, Donna" he urged, "a friend of yours is
going to stop by in a bit."

	Obviously, he was referring to the real Donna and he was
right: Donna was open-minded about homosexuality in the abstract but
would be pissed if she saw me with a fat cock in my mouth.

	Well, I figured, it's now or never. I started by licking and
gently kissing at the swollen head. His cock twitched a little at my
first touch. After a minute, I opened up and let Anthony force his
bat into my mouth.

	I've often heard the heads of fat dicks described as "plum
size." I remember thinking that such a description seemed applicable
to the huge cock that I was sucking, but that it didn't really
communicate just how full your mouth feels and how difficult it is to
keep from nicking the sensitive skin with your teeth as the flesh
pumps in and out of your face. I had never stuffed a whole plum into
my mouth while trying not to scratch the skin. After sucking his cock
that evening (and many, many times since) I went out and purchased a
large plum to test the veracity of the comparison. Pretty accurate.

	Massaging his sweaty nuts with my left hand, I stroked the
huge pole with my right as I assumed my girlfriend's role.

	"You've never had anything like this before, have you Donna?"

	He pulled his dick from my mouth for a minute to let me
answer.

	"No. I've sucked little pricks before, but never a real cock
like yours," I answered in character.

	He continued, "tell me how much you love my big dick."

	He rubbed the slippery stick over my face as he had done to
Donna earlier. "I love your cock. I'm a slave to it. Jam it into my
mouth; rub it all over my face; fuck my pussy, my ass. Come in me, on
me, I don't care." I couldn't believe what I was saying.

	As I finished speaking, he grabbed my hair and began to plunge
into my mouth more vigorously. After a stroke or two, I was gagging
and tried to push him away from me. Holding my head firmly, he just
kept thrusting in and out, in and out. I was sure I would vomit if I
didn't suffocate and was now struggling with all my strength to get
away. Finally, he pulled out.

	I gasped for air as his fat cock, dripping with my saliva,
erupted all over my face. His semen was on my mouth, cheeks, throat,
and even in my eye.

	Anthony released my head and I fell back onto the couch.

	Laughing, he commented on my performance: "God, you made me
come hard. Maybe you really have sucked a cock or two before? I may
take you up on your offer and fuck your `pussy' some day. You're a
hot little bitch. Now go to the bathroom and clean up; Donna will be
here in a couple of hours and I have some errands to do before she
shows up."

	 			* * *

	I was in bed, but wide-awake, when Donna came in at 11:30.
She clicked on the light. As my eyes adjusted, I wondered what was
wrong. My God, had he told her?

	Without undressing, she climbed into bed and began kissing me
fervently. Soon, her kisses were bites and I turned my head this way
and that trying to avoid her teeth.

	She stood up and stripped down to her beige, silk underwear.
It was the first time in weeks I had seen her bare, tan skin in the
light. Her panties were noticeably damp and there were crusty white
stains on her belly and inner thighs. Reaching behind her in that way
a women can, she unhooked and removed her bra, fully exposing her
cream colored breasts.

	I blinked, unsure if my eyes had completely adjusted to the
brightness. Both of her nipples were dark and swollen and surrounded
by small violet bite marks and bruises.

	"What do you think?" she asked.

	I was in shock, and although I managed to sit up, I didn't say
anything.

	"That was my reaction when I saw your mouth full of cock and
heard you beg to be fucked in the ass," she went on. "Then I cried for
a bit. Then I let Anthony fill my cunt with hot, gooey, sperm just as
I have everyday for the past month in a half. He's a real man . . .
and you're the faggot slut he said you are. How many other cocks have
you had in your girl mouth?"

	"I shouldn't have sucked his dick. But it's not like you
think!" I blurted. "I never sucked a cock before today and I only did
it because he urged me to pretend I was you. I had to know what was
so great about his dick that you would fuck and even suck one of my
friends without a rubber and without telling me. You're the one who
completely ignored our agreement."

	Unconvinced, she continued to berate me: "God! You're still
lying to me! You stupid cunt! I saw the video. I saw you beg to
lick and suck his big dick. I saw him spray strings of white all over
your face. What was it you said, `I've sucked little pricks before,
but never a real cock like yours . . . Jam it into my mouth; rub it
all over my face; fuck my pussy, my ass. Come in me, on me, I don't
care.'"

	Video! I was such an idiot; that bastard had filmed the whole
thing.

	"Look," I tried to explain. "I didn't intend to give him head
and I've never done it before. I wanted to talk to him about your
affair. Instead, he showed me a video of you blowing him at lunch
time today. I didn't mean any of that stuff I said. I was pretending
to be you. He told me it was the only way I would understand why you
were doing this to me. You saw the video; you must of heard him
prompting me."

	"I didn't hear anything but the sloppy suck noises of his dick
plunging in and out of your mouth. He didn't say anything the whole
time you were lavishing attention on his cock." She started to cry.

	I was a fool. He had set me up and evidently done some
creative editing as well. I didn't know what to say. "Please stop
crying and come to bed; I love you," I begged.

	"Oh, I will. I'm not going to leave you. I love you, but I
am going to start treating you like the cock-sucking princess you
are."

	Bending gracefully at the waist, she removed her panties, "Lay
down. I have something for you."

	I did as she asked.

	She straddled my head but kept her twat four or five inches
off my face. "You know," she went on, "up until tonight, I always sat
on the toilet and tried to squeeze all of his semen out of me before
making you eat me. I would also wipe my pussy with a washcloth so
that my bush wouldn't be crusty with his come. If I had only known
how much you'd like seeing his gooey sperm in my pussy and in your
mouth. Well, tonight I did my best to save all of his jizm for you,
sweetie, and I'm sure you've noticed the white stains on my inner
thighs. Now, be a good girl and open wide."

	I opened my mouth as she lowered her pussy towards my face.
Stopping just an inch or so from my open mouth, she used her hands to
spread her puffy vaginal lips. Grunting a little, she contracted her
sex muscles and Anthony's goo began to trickle into my mouth.

	Because the lights had always been out in the past, I had
never before seen her pussy after he had fucked her and was amazed by
the wear. It was red, swollen, and stood slightly open even without
her helping fingers.

	Aroused and humiliated, I set out to please my brazen
girlfriend as best I could.

			    Chapter Three
			    Our First Date

	When I awoke the next morning, a Saturday, my face was still
pressed against Donna's silky bush. When Donna had finished feeding
me her lover's semen, she had commanded that I lie between her legs
and gently lick at her sore pussy until she fell asleep. Eventually,
I had fallen asleep, too.

	Without moving, I watched her breasts rise and fall as she
breathed. The soft morning sunlight accentuated the dark hickies
covering her otherwise milk-white breasts. Wanting to kiss them, I
slithered up her smooth body. As I touched my lips to her right
nipple, I became very aware of the dry fuck-juices which still coated
my cheeks and made my skin uncomfortably taught.

	She awoke and pulled my mouth to hers. As we kissed, she
grasped my morning hard-on and guided it into her still slimy hole.
As I made love to her for the first time in six weeks, she spoke to me
in a pleasant, genuine tone, "Jason, I don't know exactly what
happened yesterday, but it's clear that things between us have
changed. No matter what you say, it's obvious that you love sucking
cock and want Anthony to fuck me as much as I do. Maybe you know your
little prick can't satisfy me and want other men to fuck me because
you want me to be happy. Maybe you're just a cock-pleasing sissy and
want to live vicariously through me. Whatever the reason, I'm glad you
don't mind my fucking him because I'm not going to stop. I want and
plan to stay with you, but I'll never be able to respect you as I once
did; already, you seem more like a close girlfriend than a man who
knows how to take me. You'll never be a satisfactory lover again. So
make love to me one last time. Anthony told me not to let you, so it
will have to be our secret, OK?"

	In answer, I simply pumped in and out of her; she hardly
seemed to notice and I knew that all of her humiliating assertions
were correct.

	"Come on, come inside me, little girl," she urged.

	I came after only a minute or two and collapsed on top of her.

				* * *

	The ringing telephone woke me about an hour later. Donna,
already up and about, answered it in the other room. Though I
couldn't make her words out, she seemed pleased to hear from the
caller. After a minute, she hung up and strolled into the
bedroom, "That was Anthony, he's coming over for an early dinner; then
the three of us are going to meet some of your buddies for drinks."

	"You made plans for us to go out as a threesome?" I asked.
"You know, Matt, Jerry, and Tim all suspect."

	"I know," she said very casually. "Anthony likes to brag.
Besides, I told both Karen and Stacey; they were bound to blab sooner
or later."

	"You don't mind?" I asked in disbelief.

	Without giving her time to respond, I answered my own
question, "I do! I'll be a laughing stock."

	She walked over and kissed me softly on the mouth, "That's
cute, honey, but you need to start getting used to your new role in my
life. You can't expect me not to have boyfriends, can you? I don't
expect you not to have boyfriends, though I do think it's time you
gave up the younger women. You can't satisfy one woman; how could you
possibly satisfy more than one?"

	Around three that afternoon Donna called me into the bathroom.
"Why don't you help me get ready for our date? What do you think I
should wear?" she teased.

	I didn't answer. I still hadn't accepted that she was going
to go through with it.

	The tub filling in the background, she went on, "think about
it while you help me bathe. I'm going to like telling Anthony that you
shaved my legs and under my arms so that I would be smooth for him.
God, Stacey will get a kick out of it, too! Though she'd deny it,
she's had a crush on you for years. I wonder whether it would make
her wet or sick to see Anthony's big cock sliding in and out of your
mouth? Should we show her the video? Now that you've shown your true
colors, I don't think I'll be jealous if you and she spend some time
together. As long as she knows you're just going out as a couple of
chicks, I may even let you date my big titted friend. Maybe the three
of us and Anthony can all go out together."

	Donna winced a little as she climbed into the steaming water.
She was so beautiful; how did I lose her? Well, I hadn't really lost
her, I just had to share her, and sharing wasn't so bad. Whatever my
"true colors", I had to admit that the thought of Anthony pounding my
girlfriend with his giant cock made my prick grow. And more, what was
that Donna had said about me and Stacey? I loved the thought of that
too.

	After soaking for a minute, she handed me the soap and her
razor then raised her left arm. One day's stubble was just peeking
through the soft skin. "Well," she asked?

	In answer, I rubbed the soap against her pit and, using the
razor, began readying my girlfriend to meet her lover.

				* * *

	Anthony arrived just before six. Rather than knocking, he
just opened the door and walked in as if he owned our apartment in the
same way he owned my girlfriend. Donna met him with a long, sensual
kiss. At 6'1", Anthony was 5 or 6 inches taller than both Donna and
me. She clasped her tan arms around his neck as he pressed his mouth
to hers. I stood quietly on the other side of the room.

	As always, Donna looked great. Wearing a short-sleeve white
body-suit like a second skin, she had foregone a bra and you could
almost see her maroon areoles through the thin fabric. The body-suit
met a pair of tight Levis at her waist, accentuating the roundness of
her hips and ass. Brown suede boots finished off her outfit.

	Pulling away, Anthony complimented her beauty. As promised,
Donna informed him that I had helped her get dressed and even shaven
her legs and underarms.

	Raising her arms in proof, she continued, "I think Jason
wanted to be sure that I was sexy enough to get laid because this is
the smoothest I've ever been."

	Chuckling, Anthony responded that I had nothing to worry
about.

	Anthony sat on the couch and Donna sank down next to him,
pressing against him as he draped an arm over her shoulders. "Why
don't you open the wine, Jason," Donna commented. Doing as she
suggested, I left my girlfriend in another man's arms and headed for
the kitchen.

	Returning with an opened bottle of fume blanc and three
glasses, I half expected Donna to be on her knees servicing his hard
prick. As it turned out, they were just talking but Donna had become
flush and her nipples stood erect against the white lycra. I flipped
on the stereo and sat on a chair three or four feet from them.

	"So," Anthony addressed me, "I hear you like sucking my cream
from your girlfriend's pussy as much as you liked sucking it directly
from the source." Donna giggled approvingly. "You know," he
continued, "I told her all along that you were a cock-sucking whore,
but she didn't believe me until she saw it in technicolor. We
discussed it while you were in the other room and it seems that Donna
still isn't 100% convinced. Why don't you come over here and see if
you can resolve her doubts."

	Well, this wasn't exactly what I had anticipated but I was
certainly less surprised than I had been the day before and,
unbeknownst to them, 3 shots of tequila were already working on my
jealousy and remaining inhibitions.

	While I sat undecided, Donna had moved her hand to Anthony's
thigh and was now kneading his cock through the blue denim. After a
minute, her hand moved to his waist and she began fumbling with his
belt. The buckle eventually came free and his button-fly was quick
to follow. After pulling his pants completely open, Donna plunged her
hand into his boxers. "Come on, sugar," she urged me, "I want to see
his tool grow hard in your girl mouth. But you'll have to hurry; it's
already more than a hand-full."

	I threw back my wine and moved to the floor. After standing
to remove his pants and underwear, Anthony returned to his seat and
casually spread his legs to increase my access. Donna lay against
him. With her right hand, she directed his mammoth cock towards me
while simultaneously using her left hand to pull my face towards his
open, hairy crotch. When the tip of his cock was just beginning to
brush against my lips, she froze, "What do you want, Jason?"

	I refused to answer.

	"Come on, baby. Show me what a good cock-sucker you are.
Look at that big, beautiful prick. It's right in front of you. Ask
for it." As she spoke, she deliberately traced my lips with the tip
of his cock, coating them with the sticky pre-come that was oozing
from his hole.

	Growing impatient, Donna switched from coaxes to threats:
"Listen, Bitch. Suck that cock and make him come or you'll watch me
do it!" She pressed my face against the hard pole but I refused to
yield.

	With an exasperated "Fine!" she jerked my head to the side
and slid onto the floor next to me. His fat dick was immediately in
her mouth. Trying to incite me, she would pause every few strokes and
flash me a sensual porn-star smile. Without warning, she stood and
unsnapped her jeans.

	As she wiggled her jeans over her hips, she remarked "Well,
Jason, I guess you win. But now you're going to see more than a blow-
job. You're going to sit in that chair and patiently watch as I
impale myself on his hard tool. You're going to find out how easy it
is for a real man to take a woman even when she's on top. By the way,
how does it feel to see me sucking Anthony's thick cock knowing that
I'll never suck your your little twig?"

	Her pants off and lying on the floor, she unsnapped the
body-suit at the crotch and climbed onto Anthony's lap. They were both
looking straight at me as he positioned the tip of his prick between
her slick pussy lips. As he began to penetrate her, Donna turned and
looked into his eyes, her gloating smile becoming a concentrated
grimace. It was then that I realized I had made a mistake. It was
one thing to watch Donna's face bob up and down on his cock. It was
another to see what he could do to her with his cock. In two years,
Donna had never looked as pleased when we made love as she did
lowering herself onto my friend's lap. She groaned as her cunt
stretched to accommodate his size.

	After a minute or two, her ass cheeks came to rest on his
thighs and he appeared to have his whole cock inside of her. Grasping
Donna's hips, Anthony began to slowly move her up and down. Slowly
increasing their pace, Donna was soon squealing with pleasure. He
refused to let her pause as she came for the first time. "Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!, " she yelled. "God, I love you Anthony. Fuck me with
your fat cock. Show my sissy boyfriend how a real man fucks a woman.
Oh, God! Fill me with your come!"

	Unexpectedly, Anthony stopped and called to me, "I don't know
why I'm doing all of the work. Come over here, Jason, and move your
girlfriend up and down on my cock until I tell you to stop. If you do
a good job, I'll do you later." Donna laughed.

	Positioning myself behind Donna, I grasped her naked hips and
began to lift and lower her. They were soon thrusting to meet each
other in rhythm with my movement. As they fucked, Donna's back brushed
against my face. I leaned forward and kissed her neck.

	"Stop, Jason," she directed. "Get your girl mouth off me, are
you a lesbian?"

	Ignoring her, I continued to run my tongue along her smooth
tan skin.

	Anthony's open hand struck my face, "She said stop, you little
cunt!"

	Very startled and kinda pissed, I began to jam Donna
forcefully onto his long dick. If she wanted that big prick inside of
her, I'd let her have it. Each time Anthony bottomed out, I'd hold
Donna still for a minute to make sure she felt his full length. With
each stroke, she'd yell: "you're so deep", "it's too much", "Oh,
God."

	Finally, Anthony stopped thrusting to meet her and I knew he
was blowing his wad deep in her cunt. Donna collapsed against him,
his dick still buried in her twat. "I love you, Anthony," she
murmured while kissing his neck. "And you," she said turning to me,
"that's the closest you've ever come to fucking me like I should be
fucked; of course, you couldn't have done it without help. I think I
may be sore tomorrow. Good thing I have your soft, pretty mouth to
kiss and suck my abused pussy."