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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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