Mild to Wild

Mild to Wild, part 3

I knew it was going to be the longest week of our lives, waiting to see Paul and Eric again. I didn't think much about the party Eric talked about, which just goes to show that I was still pretty naïve in some ways. I figured he'd have friends over, and we'd meet them and hang out and then afterwards pair off with Paul and Eric again. If anything, I was looking forward to the party being over so we could get to the real fun.

In the meantime, I didn't want to give Matt a chance to get cold feet or change his mind. I sent notes to the men that we had had three-ways with when we first opened our relationship and managed to get a few of them to agree to come over the next night. It had been a good seven or eight months since we'd seen any of them, but of course they were still the older daddy types that Matt liked. I didn't give Matt any details—I just let him know I was going to give him a chance to show me he was really going to take other men like I wanted him to.

For me, these guys were nothing special, but I knew it would still be hot as hell to watch them take my husband. I had them show up about a half-hour apart so each one would get to use him right and he wouldn't get a break.

Jim showed up first, and I led him straight to the bedroom where Matt was naked and waiting. Jim's a bearish guy covered in wiry grey hair with a cheerful, friendly attitude. While I grabbed my camera, he stripped down and lay on his back with his plump uncut cock sticking straight up, and pulled Matt on top of him. He gripped Matt's hips and pulled him down, making him slowly impale his ass on Jim's tool. After he got Matt's muscle butt fucking itself at just the right speed, he folded his arms behind his head and let my husband do all the work. Jim murmured encouragement and told him how hot and sweet he was for at least 15 minutes without ever so much as pushing his hips up to meet Matt's ass.

Without any warning, he suddenly started panting. His hands whipped up and he grabbed Matt's hips, holding him down so that his whole shaft was buried inside him. From my angle with the camera, I could see Jim's balls contract as he unloaded in my husband. When his orgasm finally ended, he let Matt go and I saw thick cum smear on his cock as Matt slid off of him.

Jim had just finished dressing and thanking us when the doorbell rang and Barry showed up. I literally let Jim out and Barry in at the same time. They actually fist-bumped before Jim wandered off.

Barry is about as dark-skinned as Matt likes. He's Italian, with thick streaked hair and a bushy mustache. You can tell he was burly stud in his younger days. He still has a big frame, but now his muscles are wrapped in a good layer of padding. As soon as I closed the door, he pinched my nipple and gave it a light twist. "It's been a long time, but I remember your ass. I'm glad you called."

I remembered him too, and I shivered and squirmed when he did that. Most of the guys Matt picked didn't do a lot for me, but Barry had worked me over pretty good and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. I shook my head and reluctantly pulled his hand off of me. "I'm glad you came, but this time it's for Matt."

"That cute little muscle-bottom of yours? I thought he was kind of uptight. I thought he didn't want to take it from me."

"It wasn't about you. He used to have a problem with watching me get fucked."

Barry reached around me and clenched my ass, pulling me against him so that his meaty lump ground against my crotch. "And he's over that now? Cause I'd be glad to fill this up again." He kneaded my cheeks roughly.

A hot flush spread through me and I was happy to submit when he kissed me hard. My cock responded and filled up my jeans, cramping awkwardly. I made myself push away. "Not yet. Tonight is about Matt." I looked him up and down. "I'll tell you what, though—if you're up for still up for it after you give it to him, you can fuck me while the next guy has him."

He slipped his big hand down the back of my pants and brushed his chunky middle finger over my asshole. "I think I'll be up for it," he leered. "Take me to him."

I led him into the bedroom where Matt was stretched out on top of the covers. His eyes were closed and he was idly playing with his chunky semi.

Barry went straight up to the side of the bed. "Wake up boy," he said gruffly.

Matt's eyes snapped open and I saw the recognition take shape in his eyes. He looked toward me uncertainly.

Barry jabbed his bicep. "Don't look at him, boy. Look at me. You remember me, don't you?" When Matt nodded, Barry casually reached down and gave his nipple a hard twist, making Matt squirm and gasp. "You were a bitchy pussy last time, and now I hear that you didn't like seeing me take your husband's ass. What's the problem? Did you actually think he was a real man? No, bitch. He's just not quite as nelly as you are." He took Matt's other nipple and started twisting them both at the same time.

Matt's eyes were wide and his mouth gaped soundlessly. He thrashed and his dick snapped up.

"Oh, you like it when a man calls you out for being a pussy." He trailed a hand down and got a good grip on Matt's heavy nuts and started a long, slow twist. "You're gonna give me your ass this time without complaining, aren't you?" He gave Matt's balls a quick, short jerk so that he cried out.

"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, take my ass!"

"And when I'm done making you my pussy, I'm gonna show you that your husband is my pussy too, right?" He jerked again.

"Oh! Fuck yes! Take his ass as much as you want! I want you to fuck him!" Matt's back arched to relieve the pressure on his balls and his pre-cum was starting to drip.

Barry slowly released my husband's nut-sack and looked down at him steadily. "That's good, boy. Now get off that bed and bend over so I can see your ass."

Matt scrambled to do as he was told. He dropped to the floor and bent over, presenting his ass and stretching his muscled torso over the bed.

Barry didn't touch him. "Spread your legs wider. Good. Now reach your hands back and pull your cheeks apart so I can see your pussy. Nice. You may be a big muscle-girl, but you have a fine ass." He trailed his fingertips lightly along Matt's crack and tickled his hole. "Now you're gonna stay right where you are. Keep showing me that ass. Your husband is gonna dig my cock out and give me some head and get me nice and slick with his slobber and then I'm gonna rape your hole." He gestured at me firmly and pointed to the floor in front of him.

I wasn't planning to get involved, but his orders worked for me. I handed him the camera that I'd picked up and dropped to my knees. I took my time unbuttoning his jeans and working them off his hips. When I hit just the right point, his cock jumped out and smacked my cheek. It was a good eight inches and nicely thick. Actually, it reminded me of Matt's dick, except that it was uncut. The second uncut meat of the night.

"What are you waiting for, boy? Stop admiring it and get your lips on it."

I took the fat head in my mouth first and sucked it gently, getting it nice and wet before inching a little further down his shaft and sucking more. I repeated it over and over, working my way slowly down until my nose was pressed into his pubes and his hairy balls rested against my chin.

"Fuck yeah, what a cocksucker." He slapped Matt's ass lightly and made him jump. "You hear that, bitch? Your man has my dick in his throat and he's doing a damn good job with it. After I give you my first load, I'm gonna let him work another load out of me. It'll probably take a while for me to cum again, so you can expect me to be in his ass for a nice long time."

I couldn't help it. I moaned around his cock in anticipation. He laughed and took a picture of me with his shaft buried in my mouth. I think he would have let me keep sucking, but I finally made myself back off of him, leaving his dick shining with my spit.

"That's good boy. I might let you do that again later. Now let me at this pussy." He turned to Matt and rested the head of his dick directly on Matt's hole. He reached up and took a fistful of Matt's hair. "Now, bitch. I'm gonna rape your hole. You're gonna take it hard because of the way you acted last time. You remember that I told you not to move, right?" I barely heard Matt squeak yes. "And you want me to rape your hole, don't you? You know you deserve it?" He trembled, but I heard him say yes again.

Barry punched his dick straight through my husband's ass-ring and drove all the way into him with one sudden thrust that was so hard it shook the whole bed. His pelvis smacked against Matt's ass and Matt yelled in pain.

I grabbed the camera and ran around the bed to capture his face. It was red and contorted and his eyes were bulging.

But his hands stayed exactly where they were supposed to be, pulling his cheeks apart to make sure Barry's dick had a full range of motion to punish his hole.

I got lots of great video of that fuck. It might not have been rape in the sense that Matt did consent, but it sure looked like it in every other way. Barry gave my husband an out-right punishment fuck that went on and on. Matt's face was streaked with tears. At one point, he started to raise up on his toes, maybe in an unconscious attempt to get away, and Barry yanked him back down by his hips and unloaded a stream of profanity. "You fucking pussy cunt! I bet you're gonna do what you're told from now on, aren't you? Aren't you?! And if a real man wants to squeeze off a load in you and your husband both, then you're gonna do what whatever you have to do to take care of him. Right?!"

In between his cries, I could make out Matt's gurgled "Yes sir" and "Oh god yes, I promise."

I don't want you to think that I got off on watching Barry hurt my husband. As harsh as the whole thing looked, I could tell that Barry wasn't really injuring him. And let's face it—Matt had taken Eric. Barry had a nice dick but, as meat-weapons went, it just wasn't in the same class.

Barry was flushed and the veins in his neck were bulging when the doorbell rang. I ran to the front door and brought Robert back just as Barry yelled "Fuck, yeah!" and locked his hips down against Matt's ass. He quivered and jerked and shot Matt full of cum, but just before he finished he yanked away so fast that a string of cum was dragged out with him to splatter on the floor.

He ignored Matt's startled reaction and nodded calmly to me and Robert, but he wasn't quite done yet. He grabbed a fistful of Matt's hair and pulled his head back firmly. "Now take your hands away from your ass and keep `em off. I'm gonna beat your ass so you remember your lesson." He held Matt's head back until he had dragged his shaking arms to a position over his head and clenched the sheets, and then he stood up and rested his big hand on Matt's ass. It covered most of his cheek. "Are you ready for me to finish this, pussy?"

Matt nodded and buried his face in the bed.

Barry didn't go easy on him. He hauled back and brought his hand down on Matt's ass with a sound like a gunshot. Matt cried out into the sheets. I moved around again to get the best angle as Barry spanked his ass over and over, turning those meaty globes bright red and making them bounce with every blow. In the background of the shot, I could see Robert tossing his clothes over a chair. He was already hard from the show.

Finally Barry stopped and looked at the mess he'd made of my husband and nodded in satisfaction. "I think that'll do it. Did that teach you your lesson, pussy? You won't be a bitch again, will you?" Matt managed to gasp out a "no sir" as he shook his head. "That's good," Barry said, "cause I like beating your ass and I'll do it again if I have to. You're not gonna complain about me fucking your husband now, are you?" When Matt just shook his head, Barry spanked him again. "No sir! I won't. I promise."

Barry patted him lightly. "Good boy." He pulled his pants up from around his ankles and turned to face Robert. His dick was still swollen and half-hard with a long string of fluid swinging off of the tip. "He's all yours." Then he looked at me. "Strip down. I want you on the bed."

I tried to set the camera where it could catch most of the action and hurriedly did what I was told. I have to admit that I was rock-hard from watching Barry punish my husband, but I didn't want to give him any excuse to do that to me. While we were shucking our clothes off, Robert went straight to Matt and started comforting him and helping him back up onto the bed. I could hear him crooning softly in Matt's ear, telling him what a good boy he'd been.

I didn't get to watch everything that happened after that because Barry kept me busy, but what I didn't see was caught on camera, so I saw it later. While Robert comforted Matt and got him put back together, Barry had me clean the cum off his dick with my mouth and suckle on him until I got out any last drop of fluid that hadn't come out in Matt's ass. After a few minutes of gentle sucking, his dick started swelling again.

I don't know if there's some kind of unspoken `top' code that I'll never understand, but somehow without saying a word, Barry and Robert both ended up sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard with their legs splayed out. I was on my knees sucking Barry with my ass in the air, with Matt on his knees right beside me doing the same for Robert. Every once in a while I had a chance to watch Matt suck while I worked down one side of Barry's cock, but as far as I could tell he never looked at me. On video later, I saw Barry and Robert trade smug, satisfied looks as they relaxed with us down between their legs.

It didn't last, of course. Robert was horny as fuck and Barry was hard and determined to have my ass again. Before long, they had us both on our backs, side by side with our legs in the air. Robert took Matt's ass nice and slow, maybe out of consideration for the punishment his ass had already been through, and Barry had already spent his violence. The never spoke to us directly, but they kept trading comments with each other while they plowed us.

When Barry had bottomed out inside me, I was groaning and tossing my head, but I automatically reached down around my ass and stroked his hairy nuts while they were planted against me. He shivered, "Oh, fuck yeah. Keep that up, boy. That feels good." And he grinned at Robert. "Can you believe these two? Two pretty pieces of ass in the same house, just gettin' more and more desperate for cock till they finally snap. And now we get to enjoy them." He looked straight at me. "This one is doing everything he can to make me cum. He's gonna get it too."

"This one has an ass like butter," Robert said. "It's so cute how he doesn't want to look me in the eye. I think he's ashamed that he likes it so much."

Barry laughed. "He's got muscles, but he's a sissy and he knows it. That's why he got all mad when I fucked his husband last time." He emphasized his words by giving me a few hard, quick jabs with his cock. "He's ashamed of being a sissy and he doesn't want to think his husband is a sissy too."

Robert was slowly picking up speed in Matt's ass. "That's sweet." He was starting to breathe hard. "I guess it's true love if he cares about how his husband looks."

Barry grunted. "Well I truly love his husband's ass." He was turning red and starting to drive into me hard, making me moan and grunt. He looked down at me. "No worries though. This one isn't a sissy. He's just a good old-fashioned queer that likes to take it up the ass. And... he's about to get it... right now!" He cried out and I felt his balls squeeze together under my fingertips where I was still stroking them. It was a long, shuddering orgasm and his nut-stack stayed clenched up tight against me even after he stopped shaking.

He kept his cock in me and lay down on me, panting and sweating. The bed kept shaking while Robert picked up the pace again, throwing his gentle fuck out the window and opening up with long, pounding strokes as he got closer and closer to cumming. Matt was panting and whining with pleasure. Finally Robert yelled, "Oh fuck, I'm getting close. I'm gonna cum in your ass, boy. Tell us you want it. Tell everybody how you want me to fill you up with cum."

Matt started yelling, "Cum in me! I want you to cum in me!" but Robert didn't wait for him. He unloaded with a groan even while Matt was shouting.

We've got a king-sized bed, but even so it was a tight squeeze to have four full-grown men laying out in it (or two men, a queer and a sissy, depending on how you counted). Even so, we lay there for a long time after they finished with us. Matt and I were in the middle, facing each other with our dicks still hard and dripping. I loved how amazing he looked when he was freshly fucked. He glanced at me shyly a few times, but mostly he kept his eyes closed. Barry and Robert took the outside. I dozed off with my head resting on Barry's arm with his other draped over me.