Three Loving Wives
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"I don't know why you haven't been able to seal the deal with Nancy," Peter Johnson said to his best friend.
"She just doesn't seem interested in fucking me," Michael Dodson replied. "I'm like stuck on your wife's friend list."
They were sunbathing next to the Johnsons' pool, naked, as they did once in a while. The Johnsons loved nude sunbathing and had spent a lot of money to surround their back yard with a privacy fence.
Pete worried about the bad health effects of the sun, and always slathered himself with sunscreen when lying out.
Nancy, the reluctant woman they were discussing, was Pete's wife.
Mike and his wife, Deborah, had been neighbors of the Johnsons for years. They often spent time together at the Johnsons' pool, sunbathing nude together with their best friends. Mike's skin was noticeably darker than Pete's, both because of his earthier natural coloring and his less paranoid sunscreen practices.
Mike and Pete were a contrast in almost everything. As were the wives, Deb being tall, flat-chested, and skinny, while Nancy was built lower to the ground, all curves, with tits out to here.
"I told Nancy again last night that I want her to let you cuckold me," Pete continued. "I told her I really want her to fuck you and make me watch. It's not fair that you don't have sex with my wife. I mean, Deb and I cuckold you sometimes. You should be getting your share."
"It would be so hot," Mike mumbled. "Fucking your wife. What tits Nancy has."
She did indeed. Nancy Johnson was almost a Latina caricature, with large pillowy breasts and a generously padded ass. When Nancy and Pete stood side by side at their pool, it was striking how opposite they were, the dark full-bodied woman, and the pale skinny husband.
Pete spoke up, "It would. So hot. Man, ever since I got this cuckold thing in my head, I just think about you fucking Nancy while I watch. Pulling on her nipples, fucking her cunt. We gotta get this plan moving, buddy. It'll be so hot."
Mike said, "I'm kind of lucky that Deb fucks you sometimes. It's exciting for me. I love watching you bone her."
"Well, I think I'm the lucky one. Your wife's not much in the tit department, but Deb and I love the hell out of cuckolding you. Good thing you like to watch us, 'cause we'd do it anyway, you know."
"I'm kind of ashamed how much I love watching it. Every time you plow her cunt from the back? Just banging the fuck out of her bony ass? Like my own porn movie. And Nancy whispers sick cucky shit in my ear, calls me a pussy, and beats my meat with her panties? God, that's all so hot. I blow my wad in her hand every time. You have such a hot wife."
Mike paused what he was doing and said, "The last time I asked Nancy if she'd consider having actual intercourse with me? Not just a handjob, but fuck me? She laughed, Pete. What the fuck? I'm a decent-looking guy, aren't I? My cock's as big as yours. And she knows we both want her to cheat with me?"
Pete's penis was becoming fully erect as they talked about their wives. "I'm not sure why my old lady won't throw you some pussy, buddy. Nancy tells me she thinks cuckolding me is exciting. She says if she fucked you it would even things up a little, what with Deb climbing up on my dick all the time. But she doesn't follow through. She's torturing you on purpose, and I don't know why."
"Maybe Nancy just doesn't think of me that way, you know. Like a lover," Mike said. "I'm kind of stuck in the friend zone. Well, her hand-job zone if there is such a thing."
"Maybe that's it. Maybe she . . . oh, Jesus Mike, shut up and keep sucking. I'm going to lose it any second. Get back on the dick, buddy. I'm close now. Lips and tongue buddy, lips and tongue."
Mike had been gently masturbating Pete's oily dick while they talked about their wives. Every few minutes he would drip more sunscreen on it to keep it slick. Then, when Pete was talking, Mike would give it a quick suck, keeping Pete on edge. But every time he sucked it again for a minute or two they needed more lotion.
Pete loved it when Mike serviced him next to the pool. Now he was nearing a climax and wanted Mike's mouth back on the end of his cock before he made a mess on himself.
Mike bent forward and resumed sucking his buddy's erect penis. They both fell silent as Mike took Pete's furry ball sack in his hand and gently kneaded the big balls inside.
"Lick my balls a little, Mike. I love that part."
Mike did. And once the entire sack was clean and spit-soaked, he lifted the scrotum upward and got his tongue down behind the balls to barely rim Pete's ass. Mike wasn't crazy about licking anybody's ass, but his wife Deborah insisted he do it for Pete. She said, "I read on the Internet that all the best cuckolds eat their bull's ass."
Soon Pete Johnson reached down and held his neighbor's head in place while he emptied his prostate gland into the back of Mike Dodson's mouth.
As different as the two husbands were, they were both quietly thinking the same thing. "Geez, I love this...."
Deborah and Nancy, also sunbathing nude, quietly watched their naked husbands from the back patio, lying side by side. They always enjoyed watching Pete make a complete sissy out of Mike. Mike never seemed to tire of blowing Pete, and he didn't exhibit any real resentment that Pete fucked Deb, while he never got near Nancy's pussy.
Oh, Mike grumbled once in a while, and Nancy had to shut him down, but it wasn't clear Mike had his heart in it. Neither was Mike terribly interested in making love to Deb. Which was generally fine with her, because she had the lowest libido of the four of them.
Mike seemed content with his lot. Everybody loved Mike, but Pete was the only one who really enjoyed Mike as a sex partner. His wife treated him more like a roommate than a lover. Deb hadn't initiated sex with Mike in months, and he would rarely be bold enough to take the initiative to try to seduce her. Their cool marital bed wasn't a problem for Deb. Deb rarely wanted sex. She had a very low sex drive, and Pete gave her the rare fucks she needed, which was only once in a while.
And Nancy, well, Nancy was probably never going to spread her legs for her friend's husband. She liked him as a person and was happy that he served so cheerfully as a mouth or ass for Pete to squirt off in. Nancy tolerated, but rarely really enjoyed, making love to Pete. So the less he needed her that way, the happier she was. Pete was a terrific provider and a kind and gentle man. Nancy couldn't imagine ever being married to anyone else. She'd give him all the pussy he wanted. But if he wanted less pussy thanks to having Mike around, everybody came out ahead.
"Mike's so cute, Deb. Pete talked to him about how he enjoys being my cuckold, and your little guy thinks someday I'll let him fuck me. As if."
"I'm so jealous, Nancy," Deb said. "My husband is such a faggot. How did I not see the real Mike when we were engaged? If it weren't for you letting me borrow Pete when I feel the need, I don't know what I'd do."
"What? Once a month? Nada, amiga. I never understood why you don't like sex as much as normal people. Anyway, I can afford to be generous with Pete's penis, girlfriend. I get all the side-cock I need from Jeff. He's a better lover than Pete, and bigger down there, too. You and your husband keep my husband busy, and I get more time with Pete's boss. Sounds like a win/win to me."
Peter and Nancy Johnson had come to an uneasy compromise about "side-cock" the year before.
Pete had been shocked and outraged when he found out that his wife was having an affair with Jeff Francis, his boss. It happened the way it usually does, with Pete coming home a day early from a trip and finding his boss's car parked in his driveway. Jeff's frequent leering at and groping of Nancy had long worried Pete, and he entered his house quietly.
Pete found his wife and Jeff asleep in bed together, exhausted. The room stank of sex.
After a lot of shouting, Nancy and Jeff simply told Pete that they refused to give each other up. Hell, they didn't even get dressed. Naked, Jeff told him that Pete could keep his job, or quit, Jeff really didn't care either way. "You're a terrific worker, Pete, but there's other people looking for jobs. If you don't want to stick around, I'll find somebody to replace you."
Nancy said he could divorce her, if he wanted, or stay. That would be up to him. But Nancy was going to keep having "an open marriage," or else she wanted no marriage at all. Jeff was permanent for her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Nancy opened her legs and flaunted her battered crotch at her husband. "See this? This is what a real man can do, with a real cock. Jeff's dick reaches places inside me that your cock can't even see. I'm going to love you forever, Peter Johnson, but you have to let me have a man on the side, or we're over."
"Some open marriage," Pete groused. "I've always been faithful to you."
"Really?" Nancy retorted.
Pete was silent.
"Really, Peter Johnson? Faithful? You've always been faithful?"
Uh, oh, Pete thought.
"I know all about Deb Dodson sucking your cheating cock at the cook-out. I saw it happen. I was in the den; you didn't know that, did you? I looked out the side window. And did I say anything? I did not. My best friend in the world swallowed my dear husband's not so faithful cheating cock and I said nothing. If that skinny whore wants my leftovers she's welcome to them. Keep cheating your wife and your best friend. You have my permission. Open marriage for you, too. But don't get all sanctimonious with me about Jeff here."
Jeff was grinning from ear to ear, on his side facing Pete. His semi-hard penis was draped across his thigh, covered in Nancy juice.
"Now I'll tell you what comes next, Darling. I'm going to make you the best deal ever. You shut up and sit down in that chair and watch me cuckold you again. Sit. Watch Jeff fuck me senseless and don't say a word. Not. One. Word. Take notes; he's a lot better at this than you are. A lot. This won't take long; with you watching I'm going to get off in record time. Try this. You're always going on and on about your cuckold fantasy? Asking me to fuck your boyfriend Mike? Well, your fantasy has come true, darling. Been true for months now. You're a real, live cuckold and your boss is your bull. Sit and watch and have fun. We may or may not ever let you watch us again. But this one time, watch how an expert opens your wife up. Get busy, Jeff. Back into the hole, Bossman."
Pete felt more lust than anger as his supervisor slid a very wide cock in and out of the cunt of the woman he married. Her moans made it clear that Jeff was indeed better at this. Peter had never before heard some of the happy sounds that Jeff induced as he sawed his generous cock in and out of Nancy's drooling pussy. Pete's perfectly average cock was hard as iron in his pants.
Three or four minutes later Pete cleared his throat and gently asked, "Nancy, may I play with myself? I want to play with my dick. Is that OK?"
It was, and Jeff smiled broadly when he saw his cuckolded subordinate masturbating his penis on the chair in the corner. Pete stared at Jeff's glistening cock as it stabbed in and out of Nancy's wet cunt. Jeff deserved Pete's acceptance, Pete realized. Jeff deserved to be Nancy's bull. What an organ he had, longer and wider than Pete's perfectly normal cock. Pete had never experienced any of that small penis humiliation stuff he read about on the Net. But looking at that shiny cunt stretcher of Jeff's? Boss cock, for sure.
Pete watched Nancy have her first small orgasm and realized that it made more sense that he be cuckolded by a real bull of a man. What had he been thinking with that fantasy of Mike being a bull for a woman like Nancy? Nancy, whose vagina was being plundered by Jeff right in front of his eyes. And ears – Nancy shouted her final climax.
Pete's orgasm swiftly followed on the heels of Nancy's. He made a big mess of his own pants when he squirted his load. Jeff saw Pete ejaculate, and smiled. It all seemed so perfect. Pete was Jeff's number two at the office, and now Pete knows he's number two in his wife's vagina.
Things would be fine between the couple after that day. They had exchanged angry words, yes, but the second Nancy laid down the law Pete fell not merely silent but accepting. His long-secret cuckold fantasy had suddenly and unexpectedly become real, but with Jeff, not Mike. Pete would no longer imagine somehow getting Mike between Nancy's legs. Pete was thrilled to learn that he already was a cuckold, and his bull was his boss in the office, too. His life was soon to be whatever Jeff wanted, 24/7.
After he shot his cum into Pete's wife, Jeff slowly pulled his softening dick out of Nancy and asked Pete if he wanted to eat her cream pie. Pete had never once eaten pussy, and he now found the idea of cleaning up a used one repugnant.
He said no, and Jeff just said: "Someday you will, Pete, someday soon you will."
The next few months were peaceful and satisfying. Pete actually came to feel happy that a sort of weight had been taken off his shoulders. He was no longer responsible for the sexual satisfaction of his smoldering hot wife, a burden he'd always borne without really thinking much about how much it weighed. He was now sexually liberated, free to do what he wanted when he wanted if it pleased him. Nancy would henceforth assume total responsibility for keeping her own body satisfied. On any given day her desires might, or might not, include her husband. Increasingly, not.
Deb sometimes enjoyed sucking Pete's cock, usually while Nancy watched and cheered them on. Pete's wife sort of felt like Pete and her friend were her private sex puppets, doing what they were told when they were told. She got much more pleasure out of watching Deb drain Pete's nuts than draining them herself.
After their third or fourth encounter, the three of them made Deb's husband Mike become a participant. He'd been easy to snare; Nancy groped the crotch of his pants a few times when they were alone and muttered that "Pete has a cuckold fantasy. He wants me to do you."
Of course, Nancy had no intention at all of following through, but she was able to lead Mike around by his cock like a little horny boy until she had him comfortable in his real role.
The very next day, poolside, Nancy knelt next to Mike's lounge chair and did it again, fondling his penis through his bathing suit. Pete and Deb, by prearrangement, had gone into the kitchen but awaited their cue.
Nancy looked at Mike and said "Pete wants to watch this" and she waved to the window. Pete walked out and came alongside his wife and friend. He said "It's OK buddy, I want to see Nancy play with you. I told you it's my favorite kink."
Mike groaned and closed his eyes. Nancy continued to work at her handjob. When Mike opened his eyes again, his wife was there saying, "I don't mind Nancy jerking you off, honey. I want to play with Pete, too. All even, OK?"
But instead of merely fondling Pete, Deb tugged down his suit and latched her mouth on his prominent erection.
Mike watched passively as his wife's head bobbed back and forth in front of his best friend's crotch. All the while Nancy muttered to him variations of "Everything is going to be OK now," and "we're going to be happy now that everything is in the open."
Mike knew right away when Pete's cock delivered its cum load into Deb's busy mouth. Pete rose up on his toes and groaned his release and Deb swallowed and gulped the big mouthful of semen.
Pete then led Deb to the nearby grass, took off her suit, and gently inserted his still-rigid dick in her vagina. As Mike watched his wife respond, wrapping Pete in her long arms and legs, he noticed that Nancy had stopped stroking his cock after she had placed his own hand in his lap. He began to take care of himself when Nancy spoke to him. "Play with yourself, Mike. Get yourself off watching my husband fuck your wife. Deb loves his cock Mike, doesn't she? Does Pete go deeper than you do, maybe that's it."
The verbal humiliation, and the rapid jerking of his own hand, led Mike to one of the best orgasms he could remember. How could that be? Mike whimpered in shame as he gave up his own cum, into his bathing suit, at his own fingertips, his poor dick untouched and undesired by anyone there. Mike was humiliated and also satisfied - and drained for the day.
Pete, however, was usually good for two orgasms, and having a few minutes before fed the first to Deb's mouth, he now pounded his second cum shot as deep and as high in her crotch as his own average dick could reach. He hoped she was on birth control, but it was too late to ask.
A few weeks later Mike still clung to the dream that Nancy was going to have sex with him "to even the score" for Pete's affair with Deb. Pete kind of led him on, continuing to talk about how much he would enjoy being cuckolded, how often he supposedly entreated Nancy to sleep with Mike.
Mike had no idea that Pete's heated cuckold cravings were being thoroughly satisfied by Jeff, Pete's boss.
Pete's cravings were not the only ones Jeff was satisfying. Every Tuesday and Thursday Jeff turned to his secretary, said "I'm taking some time; Pete is in charge," and disappeared. Within 30 minutes Jeff would be heaving naked and sweaty between Nancy's spread brown thighs, satisfying her cravings, too.
Pete got both personal and sexual thrills out of Jeff telling Cynthia that he was in charge. First of all, Jeff's loud announcement to everyone in earshot confirmed to all Pete's "number 2 of many" status. He felt like a big shot, the Deputy taking over the helm of the ship.
Secondly, Jeff's announcements ratified for Pete his cuckold status, which excited Pete. In his head, when Jeff announced he was "taking some time," what Pete's brain heard Jeff say was, "I'm gonna go fuck your wife now, wimp, make your wife my slut. And there's nothing you can do about it. Your wife loves my dick more than yours." Jeff's departure announcements never failed to give Pete a stiff hard-on.
Finally, Pete got a thrill because Cynthia heard he was in charge. It made Pete feel a little more important to her. Pete imagined that it gave Cynthia, for whom he had long lusted, a sense of what an important man Pete was. Each time Pete was put in charge, he exchanged glances with Cynthia. Pete was sure he saw a little bit of admiration in her stare, and he imagined being in charge of her, in bed somewhere.
Little did Pete know that Cynthia's quick glance instead hid ridicule. Jeff had told her a while ago that he was ducking out to fuck Pete's wife. At first, Jeff told Cynthia to keep an eye on Pete in case he left the building. Cynthia was ready, the first few times, to call Jeff an alert if Pete unexpectedly went off-site.
By the third week, however, Jeff told Cynthia to relax, that Pete's wife had insisted on telling Pete what she was up to. Jeff and Nancy were now openly cuckolding Pete, Cynthia learned. For some unexplained reason that made Cynthia's cunt just dripping wet. From then on Jeff made his "leaving now" announcements, Pete looked thrilled, and Cynthia was reminded what a wimpy powerless cuck Pete was, letting Jeff borrow Nancy's pussy.
Pete's delusions of power finally led him to make a move on Cynthia. After all, his wife wouldn't object, and Jeff really couldn't either, Pete reasoned. If they were actually fucking wildly in his bed at this very moment, he reasoned, neither one of them could prevent him from enjoying Cynthia. And Cynthia wanted him, didn't she? All those naughty glances. What else could they mean?
Pete's clumsy idea of a seduction was to grope her unexpectedly. That didn't get him very far. She jumped away from his hands and gave him a "what the hell were you thinking?" speech. He retreated, and she and Jeff shared a good laugh the next morning when she told him what happened. But Jeff got a devious idea.
"I think I want you to give the boy a treat, Cyn," Jeff told her. "I want to wrap him up and control him, home, and office. How would you feel about maybe giving the kid a hummer? As a favor to me, of course."
"I don't think so, boss. No way. I hate sucking condoms, and I won't take strange dick without one. I surely won't have sex with him, but how about if I sit on his face a little?"
"That's a terrific idea. He's borderline submissive anyway. He'll love spending time under that nice body of yours."
"You have no idea how nice my body is, Boss, and you never will. There's got to be one woman you can't fuck, and I plan to be her."
And so it came to pass that on the next Thursday, when Jeff announced it was time to go fuck Pete's wife, Cynthia actually shot Pete a flirty look and made him wonder if he was forgiven. They exchanged pleasantries, she touched his arms and tossed her hair a little, and when Pete got the guts to palm her ass, she giggled and dragged him into Jeff's office.
She allowed him only one quick kiss on her lips before moving his head down slightly so he could only kiss her neck and shoulders after that. She let Pete briefly fondle her breasts, but she wouldn't allow him to remove her blouse. She then unfastened her own skirt, laid down on Jeff's big couch, and asked Pete Johnson in an exaggerated whisper to please "Kiss me down there. I love it when Brian kisses me there. Please eat me, Pete."
Pete had never performed cunnilingus on a woman. Not when dating, not once married. He thought of pussy as vaguely dirty – that place the pee comes out. He also knew he had company. It was supposedly said of many men that they wouldn't perform oral sex. Pete thought he was normal to be uninterested. Surely lots of people share his attitude about cunnilingus.
But here Pete was. A dream of a woman was laid out before him, half-naked. She wanted him. Not just anybody, she wanted him. Pete was in charge of the office, so he was in charge of this beautiful, half-naked vision. She said her husband ate her pussy. And after all, Mike sucked Pete "where the pee comes out," didn't he? Pete was going to give this a shot, if only because it was the only sex on offer. Maybe if he did a good job, he'd be invited to fuck Cynthia!
It only took a few seconds to get her panties off and her legs spread, and Pete was soon staring into the well-tended mouth of a totally hairless cunt. Cynthia had prepared carefully for just this moment. She was clean, scrubbed, scented – and shaved! Nancy and Deb both wore some trimmed pubic hair – this was going to be exciting, Pete thought. Bald as a baby. Pete wasn't sure his mouth knew its way around down there, but he'd give it his best shot.
Tentatively at first, then vigorously and with growing confidence, Pete Johnson ate his very first pussy. He loved slowly lapping his tongue upward between her labia, from Cynthia's taint to her clitoris. Duck his mouth down, slowly lick up. Sometimes with pressure, sometimes just barely making contact. He hadn't the faintest idea how best to stimulate her clit with his mouth, so he tried a little of everything.
Cynthia faked her enthusiasm for his efforts at first. But once Pete's tongue began repeatedly licking the trench between her cunt lips it was less and less necessary to fake pleasure. She decided Pete's clit training could start the next time, and reached down to rub that special spot with her own fingertip.
The small closed-circuit video camera behind Jeff's desk caught most of the action, including Cynthia's very loud and real orgasm. The camera did not see Pete whimper and spasm as he ejaculated, hands-free, into his trousers, while humping her left leg like an over-stimulated puppy.
Pete went muff-diving the second time the next Tuesday, and he quickly came to love performing oral sex for the beautiful Cynthia. Having his face squeezed tightly between her strong hot thighs, a prisoner of her lust, while she heaved her hips? Awesome. When Cynthia held Pete's mouth tightly against her juicy cunt, his lips French-kissing her labial lips? Best kisses ever.
Pete loved all of it. He discovered, as all men eventually do, that pressing your face firmly into a woman's juicy crotch is like some sort of doomed attempt to return to the womb. Even though eating Cynthia's pussy lacked the unique sensations of penetration, it was a basic, fundamental sex act. Pete came to think of intercourse as something a man does to a woman, but cunnilingus is done with a woman. Which, after all, is the more heartfelt compliment? Sticking her with a dick for the three minutes it takes to ejaculate, or 30 minutes spent trying as hard as you can to put your head into her womb?
Pete got a lot of practice in the following months, and Cynthia couldn't believe her good fortune. Jeff was going to pay her $37.50 an hour to have her snatch eaten two mornings a week.
"You really deserve a bonus, dear. You were excellent yesterday," Jeff said to Cynthia first thing in the morning.
"The video was that good, huh Boss?"
"Are you sure you won't consider throwing me a mercy fuck? You looked smoking hot, and..."
"Never. Forget it. I really love Brian and have never cheated on him. You're the most, no, the second most desirable man I know, Jeff Francis, but no, never. I won't fuck anybody but my husband."
"Shit. Besides really, really wanting to make love to you, I want to feed Peter a creampie next Tuesday."
"No problem. I can arrange something. It just won't be your cream. You give me a couple of hours off Tuesday morning. I'll show up just before you need to leave with a full load from Brian. He always pesters me for a morning fuck, and I never have time to let him. Tuesday my husband gets lucky. And Pete gets very lucky."
At around 10:00 Tuesday morning Cynthia arrived late, and Jeff immediately announced: "I'm out of pocket; Pete's the man until I get back."
Within minutes Cynthia had come over to Pete's chair and began seducing him with pouting glances and light touches. In Jeff's office, Pete noticed the furniture had been moved so that the sofa was closer to the bookcase. He didn't care, and he was soon slurping Cynthia's juicier than ever vaginal lips between her splayed open legs. He didn't notice anything different at first.
Cynthia held Pete's head and became almost pornographically vocal about her enjoyment. She kept urging him to "lick me out" and "clean my cunt."
Pete mentally patted himself on his back for being such a fast student. Eating pussy well wasn't that hard to learn after all. Maybe if someday his wife shaved her kitty he'd give hers a taste. But not when it was dripping Jeff's load, that was certain. What a sick idea, Pete thought, eating sperm from a cunt. What kind of man would do that?
Cynthia sighed contentedly after her orgasm. "Pete, did you like that?"
He had. Pete had liked that very much. Trying very hard to return to the womb was indescribably pleasant, even though the attempt is always fated to fail.
And twice a week for the next few weeks, without knowing why or how he got so lucky, Brian pumped a load or two of morning semen into Cynthia's vagina before she belatedly went to her office. Rushing out the door, no time for a shower.
Finally, at Jeff's direction, Cynthia shattered Pete's illusions. Just after Brian arose from his Tuesday morning fuck, Cynthia snapped a few selfies of her creamy pussy. A few hours later, as Peter was finishing his morning snack, she showed him what he'd been eating. He was upset, pretended to gag in disgust, and wiped his mouth with exaggerated motions. He called Cynthia a lying bitch.
But he got over it, and Thursday morning he was once again on his knees in front of Jeff's couch, between her gorgeous legs, happily slurping Brian's leftovers. Cynthia squirted, unusually for her, and Pete just lapped harder and faster. Pete was sure he was imagining it, but it seemed like someday he would get his face inside Cynthia.
The following week, between fucks, Jeff entertained Nancy by showing her the videos of Peter at what Jeff called "Cynthia's Pussy Eating Academy." They laughed and then rolled over for their regular doggy-style finish.
From then on, Jeff and Pete's wife usually watched Pete worship Cynthia while they passionately cuckolded him in his own bed. And each time, in Nancy's head, Pete became a less and less desired sexual partner. Pete had Mike, and Pete now had Cynthia, and now Pete needed Nancy as little as Nancy needed him. Pete would always be Nancy's best friend and favorite roommate. A terrific provider. But it's not exactly like he's a real man anymore.
Jeff had not forgotten his promise to Peter, months before, that the day would come when Peter would eat Jeff's load out of Nancy. But he needed a plan, and as he banged his pelvis into Nancy's fleshy, well-padded buttocks, he tried to think of one. The mere thought of feeding his jizz to his subordinate excited him so much that he came before Nancy did, much to her disappointment.
As if she could read his mind, she asked Jeff to "finish me with your mouth," and he did. Maybe licking his own wad from her soaking wet pussy would give him an idea how to entice Pete to do it.... He fleetingly thought that his own cum tasted better than he remembered.
Jeff ruled Nancy's Tuesdays and Thursdays, but on the weekends the Johnsons and Dodsons spent much of their time together. Too cool for poolside fun in the winter months, the family enjoyed each other's weekend company watching TV and occasionally having sex.
Deb's sexual appetite was nowhere near as voracious as Nancy's, and if Deb got Pete to fuck her once on Saturday or Sunday that was pretty much all she needed for the next seven days. During the week she sometimes made Mike eat her pussy, which she loved, but often not to climax. Deb had a hierarchy of needs: Her favorite activity was being fucked by Pete while they taunted Mike. Her second favorite was making Mike lick her cunt and, increasingly her ass.
Deb and Mike had learned about the erotic aspects of anal sex only recently. They learned separately.
One day, after much pleading, Deb allowed Pete to grease her ass and finger her gently while they made love. It was just "OK," Deb thought. It didn't hurt as she'd feared, but neither did it please her as Pete had hoped.
He fingered her gently again, the next two times they had sex. Only when she was relaxed and open, after the fourth time they used Pete's finger, did he slip her anus some cock. Just the tip. Fortunately, Pete's penis wasn't very wide, and Deb's reaction was pretty much the same – it didn't hurt, but it was no great thrill, either. Vaginal intercourse was still her favorite.
Until the day Mike joined them, and Deb went a little crazy. Deb far preferred vaginal intercourse to anal when she was alone with Pete. And needless to say, she had no plans to ever let her sissy husband fuck her there.
But if anal sex with Pete was followed by a thorough ass cleaning by her husband, then that was far and away more exciting to her. Indeed it was from making Mike eat her anal cream pies that she first got the idea to make Mike lick Pete's ass before blowing him. As the weeks went by, anal sex with Pete followed by a thorough ass rimming from Mike became Deb's favorite scene.
And as Deb became a fan of anal sex, it also became Pete's favorite kind. Deb's rectum was hotter and tighter than her vagina, and with enough KY lube, or spit from Mike, Pete could plunder Deb's asshole without her experiencing any real discomfort. Deb did her best with her cunt, practicing amateurish, make-believe Kegels and such, but it was no competition for her tight strong ass. Pete became more and more of a committed ass bandit – though only with Deb. Nancy would never allow even finger play down there.
Not that Pete and Nancy had much sex of any kind anymore.
During their long weekend hours together, Nancy would usually masturbate Mike while the two of them watched Pete and Deb. Nancy first held a pair of Deb's panties in her hand as she stroked Mike's erection. He came to love the silky feel of ladies' underwear against his penis and balls while he watched his wife cuckold him with his best friend. Eventually, he was wearing panties of his own all weekend, and Nancy could simply manipulate Mike's erections inside his girly-clothes.
Pete never got tired of his buddy's blowjobs, either. Sometimes while Mike was hunched over Pete's lap, tenderly nursing on Pete's cock, either Deb or Nancy would reach around and fumble with his cock inside his panties. This was best done sparingly because sucking cock while wearing panties excited Mike so much that he'd blow his one load for the day too soon.
It was Mike himself who found a partial solution. Researching online, he read that a man could postpone his orgasm by wearing a butt plug. It had something to do with a distended, straining anus interfering with the other muscles clenching that were needed to empty your balls. The four friends gave that a try, and it worked quite well. Mike could now last almost half an hour of sucking Pete's cock while one of the ladies fondled his cock in his lingerie. The only physical limit was Pete's endurance.
But there was a practical limit. The ladies didn't find 20- or 30-minute long crotch squeezing sessions to be very much fun for themselves. They would become tired, and bored, before Pete would ejaculate into Mike's mouth. Even Mike's mouth would get tired.
It was Pete who discovered that when he went behind Mike and gently popped out the greasy plug, Mike's glistening coffee-colored anus remained wide open for several minutes. It was a no-brainer for ass-loving Pete to replace Mike's butt plug with his own stiff dick. It was almost as if Mike's anus had whispered to Pete, inviting him inside to play.
Mike quickly joined his wife as an enthusiastic anal cumdump for Pete. Mike loved being taken anally by his best friend. He liked being spiked so much that he preferred it to blowing Pete, though he still did that once in a while. Pete was happy to trade a sloppy mouth for a tight asshole, and over time there was much more fucking and much less sucking at Pete and Nancy's house. Pete's cock was rarely probing a vagina anymore and was spending all of its happiest moments deep up one or the other Dodson assholes.
Pete decided that to further enhance his own pleasure while sliding his dick in and out of Mike, Mike should add to the panties and wear a brassiere. This way Pete could barely be bothered to care which one of the married couple he was fucking at any moment. Neither did he seem to care that Nancy was having less and less to do with him, sexually speaking. Pete was being replaced, and he neither cared nor even noticed as Nancy increasingly belonged to Jeff.
As the weeks went by, Pete spent more time in Mike than in Deb. The fact was that Mike just liked to be fucked more than Deb did. Pete liked the new order because he preferred running his erect penis in and out of Mike's ass more than anything else he was doing. Mike could use the ring muscle at his anus to nibble Pete's cock, and the walls of his rectum could squeeze and compress Pete's erection.
It got to the point that neither Deb nor Nancy got sufficient attention to their sexual needs from their husbands. The women were nowadays almost ignored by the men, who enjoyed hour after hour of slow tender anal intercourse. It was a vicious circle. The more time Pete's erection spent in Mike's asshole, the less Deb or Nancy had any sexual interest in either of the men. Nancy now had to deal with what Deb had gotten used to years before: her husband had somehow become gay.
Jeff gladly took up the slack. On their best days neither Mike nor Pete could fuck as long as Jeff could. Pete's boss was a terrific cocksman blessed with both size and endurance. It was increasingly Jeff's responsibility to keep the boys' wives happy.
In addition to keeping Nancy thoroughly satiated, Jeff slipped some cock to Deb whenever she spent a Tuesday or Thursday morning at Nancy's house. Deb enjoyed getting her vagina widened by Jeff's large erection once in a while. Perhaps in the past her low libido had something to do with her husband's low testosterone level. With a real penis available, ready to perform on command, and able to go the distance, Deb's sex appetite perked up a little bit.
Deb's needs were still modest compared to Nancy's ravenous sexual appetites, and once a week was plenty for her. So on one day, Deb would let Jeff fuck her, and the other day she learned how to please Nancy eating creampie. Deb became pretty good at cleaning Nancy's juicy cunt when Jeff rolled off of her. It never became Nancy's favorite thing, but even when Deb's oral talents didn't give Nancy another orgasm, it was vaguely pleasant to lay motionless while another person serviced her soggy well-worn crotch.
Tuesdays and Thursdays Pete commanded the office, while Cynthia commanded him to lick her pussy on command. He was completely accepting of the fact that Cynthia often made him clean up after her husband. Pete had become so adjusted that he not only didn't mind, but he was disappointed when Cynthia fed him an unloaded vagina.
Pete was of course completely unaware of the irony that, like Deb, previously his sex toy, he was now more and more often spending an hour or more worshipping the cummy cunt of a woman who didn't want to fuck him.
The issue of Cynthia's occasional "dry spells" resolved itself by accident. Brian found the selfies on Cynthia's phone of her cummy vulva. He was outraged, at first, but she said she took them for herself and never shared them. Brian believed her after careful examination of the phone showed that indeed the photos had never been sent to any other phone.
Further examination, however, turned up some screen captures from the office CCTV videos. Jeff had sent them to Cynthia with a text message about how big a bonus she had "earned" teaching Pete to eat cum.
Brian decided, after hearing Cynthia out, that he could live with his wife letting a senior guy in the office orally worship her cunt. He believed her claim that her sex was only with Pete, not Jeff, and that it was one-way oral only. Brian loved Cynthia too much to say this out loud, but every time Pete ate Cynthia was one less time she'd ask him to eat her. It was never his favorite thing, and he was OK with sloughing off the cunt-lapping to Pete Johnson. Especially if Cyn got paid.
But Brian had some conditions.
First and foremost, no penetration, of course. Not Peter, not Jeff. None, non-negotiable.
Second, Jeff must give Cynthia a pay raise, not just joke about it. "Your sneaky boss is whoring you out, babe. If you don't mind, I don't mind, but no wife of mine is going to be a cheap whore."
Third, as penetration insurance, he wanted copies every week of the two video clips. He soon discovered they were too boring to watch. But he kept them coming, for their insurance value.
Finally, he demanded Jeff's permission that Brian could come to the office any Tuesday or Thursday morning to watch Pete in action. After all, it was Brian's semen Pete was breakfasting on, he deserved to watch.
Brian wasn't fully aware of his own motivation, but there was something irresistibly enticing about the knowledge that another man – a guy he didn't even know - was eating his sperm, albeit, very indirectly. It was almost like Pete was getting away with something. "I mean," Brian thought, "how is it fair that he gets to lick my cum without ever seeing, let alone sucking, the cock it came out of?"
Brian had always been a man's man, but he found it increasingly common that he pictured Pete on his knees, looking up, mouth agape, showing him a mouthful of cum.
Within another month or so there was what everyone calls a "new normal". Cynthia was promoted to Administrative Officer, a new position, and her pay increased significantly. With the new position came a small private office. It was a tight fit, but she managed to arrange the furniture to include a small couch, really just a love seat.
Cynthia nowadays reclines on it quite comfortably while Pete tenderly licks her labia and flicks her clitoris with his tongue. She doesn't always orgasm, but Pete does. He now keeps spare boxers and trousers in his office so he can get decent after splooging in his pants while eating his colleague. He no longer thought of Cynthia as his subordinate. He accepted that, in this room, he did her bidding without question. Truth be told, Pete had never before been dominated by a woman, and it gave him a thrill. Week by week, Cynthia was becoming the most important woman in his life. Strangely, she was mostly unaware of the power she had over Pete.
More adjustments followed. At first, Pete would wait outside Cynthia's new office while Brian pumped a load into her pussy. The two of them made it as noisy as possible. Since Jeff had blessed it, and they were married, who cared who heard them fucking? They knew Pete was listening to every moan and shout, and that spurred them on.
Then Brian would leave, and Pete's humiliation would begin. Even though Cynthia knew exactly where Pete was, she'd page him on the office PA system. "Pete Johnson to the Admin Office, please. Quickly please, Peter." All the employees mocked Pete behind his back for being Cynthia's cum-addicted clean-up boy.
But Brian began to loiter after cumming. He enjoyed watching Pete suck Cynthia's pussy. Pete thought it was creepy the first few times Brian sat at his Cynthia's desk to watch her feed him. But he saw the similarity between Brian enjoying Cynthia get eaten, and his own pleasure enjoying watching Nancy have sex.
Soon Brian decided he wanted to flip the script. Instead of him watching Pete, he made Pete watch him. So now he made Pete sit at the desk and watch him fuck a load into Cynthia. Cynthia and Brian discovered that fucking in front of Pete, then making him clean up, was the best sex they ever had.
Two weeks ago, for the first time, Brian made Pete clean him up, too. Brian's previous aversion to gay sex melted during the months he watched Pete drink his cum from Cynthia. Instead of withdrawing his messy prick and then calling Pete over, they got Pete on his knees and then slipped Brian's sausage out of Cynthia's steaming pussy right under his nose.
Pete joyfully licked Cynthia's juices and Brian's cum from all along the length of Brian's cock. Then he washed Brian's messy balls with his mouth. He took his time and stretched it out as long as Brian allowed. Pete was as surprised as anyone might be to learn he kind of liked having another man's erect cock between his lips. Only when Brian was clean did Cynthia call Pete in for crotch duty.
Brian is still surprised at how much he loves something that just weeks before he thought disgusting - fucking another man's face. Pete has now learned how to use his lips and tongue to give another man knee-buckling orgasms. Pete has almost no gag reflex, so he can perform a really good blow job on demand. Brian is very demanding. Cynthia is beginning to feel short-changed by Brian's growing preference for cumming in Pete's mouth instead of her vagina.
Jeff loves to review the recent videos in which Brian's penis, covered with cum and Cynthia's vaginal secretions, plunges in and out of Pete's mouth. He loops them onto the flat-screen TV at Pete's house and watches them with Nancy and Deb. The ladies laugh at the proof that Pete is now much gayer than Mike, if you can measure such things. Well, at least equally as gay as Mike. "Pete hasn't started wearing panties and bras yet," Nancy laughed. Almost as soon as she said it, Jeff began thinking about how to make that happen.
Mike only sucks cock once in a while, when asked, and Pete lately asks less and less frequently. But on the other hand, Pete now sucks Brian's cock twice a week after licking Cynthia. Which of the two friends is gayer?
Last Tuesday, Pete asked Brian if he could suck him to completion before he fucked Cynthia. "I want to know what it tastes like before it gets all mixed up with pussy juice," he begged Brian.
Cynthia had no objection. She said it would be a lot less messy for her if Brian could just dump his loads straight into Pete's mouth, and leave her out of it. Since Pete had begun eating her pussy less, while sucking Brian's cock more, she felt less and less interested in participating at all.
It gave Cynthia more pleasure now to observe her two guys than to participate. Pete had become so active a cock-sucker that it was fun to watch him. He twisted his head from side to side, smacked his lips, and made "popping" sounds when he pulled Brian's organ out of his tightened lips. It looked like every muscle in Pete's face got exercise when Brian's penis went into his mouth.
Brian was active, too, despite the nominally passive role he played. He groaned his pleasure and moved his hips while he stroked Pete's head and face. You could tell how close Brian was to unloading his sperm into Pete's face when his own face got all flush and he made funny grimaces.
So now Cynthia sits at her desk working, paying little attention to her husband on the love seat, or to her boss between her husband's legs. Pete loves to purse his lips tightly right behind the bulbous head of Brian's erection. He nibbles at the cockhead with his lips and runs his tongue back and forth across Brian's piss slit. Brian once said something modest about the size of his cock, and Pete told him that "only the first inch matters. That's what I nibble, that's what I suck on, and that's what finally feeds me my reward."
Cynthia doesn't have to watch them in action to know when they're finished. Her boss groans loudly when he first feels Brian's jizz shooting forcefully into the back of his mouth. And when he messes his pants he has another sound he makes, sort of a squeak like a mouse. Some days it's squeak first, then groan, other days the reverse.
Cynthia doesn't care which. She's just happy she doesn't have to shave her pubes anymore. After all, Pete will never get to see them again, and Brian seems a lot less interested than he used to be. Understandable, because Pete is a much more energetic sucker than Cynthia is, and Brian delights in these sex sessions in his wife's office.
Most times now Brian doesn't fuck Cynthia at all mid-week. He'd much rather feed his seminal fluid to Pete directly. Cynthia now gets cock only on weekends. If Brian doesn't start paying her more attention, she thought, maybe she should ask him to release her from her vow not to sleep with Jeff?
Nancy's favorite videos are the new ones, of Pete acting the faggot for Brian. Her husband is really almost totally gay now, Nancy thought, without a twinge of regret. She didn't need his skinny white body anymore now that she got Jeff's double-wide stretching her cunt like she's a teenager again.
She was going to mail-order a butt plug for Pete, but Deb reminded her that Mike already had one, and the sissies could share, at least for now. The ladies have agreed to let Mike have the honor of greasing it up and installing it the first time in Pete's anus. Pete's stuck himself in Mike so many times by now that it's only fair to let Mike stick something in Peter.
The ladies have promised Mike that soon thereafter he can have the first crack at Pete's rectum. As they all know, Mike's cock, even when fully erect, is just a little bit shorter and thinner than the average guy. Pete will enjoy losing his manhood more if it doesn't hurt too much the first time. Mike is eager to have at it. He figures that if he can't be a man himself anymore, at least he ought to be allowed to help turn Pete into a woman, too.
Jeff totally agrees that's sensible. He'll let Mike fuck Pete first, take his cherry. Jeff knows how sweet it will be for all of them to see the light go out behind Pete's eyes when he loses his manhood forever. And Jeff is patient. He's waited this long, he can wait a few minutes more while Mike dumps a load in his best friend.
Jeff also told Brian that he can have sloppy seconds. Jeff owes Brian a major favor now that Cynthia has her husband's permission to fuck her boss. Like Mike, then Pete, Brian now finds that when it comes to women, he's just not that into it anymore. If Jeff can keep Cynthia happy and off his back, then Brian will have more time and energy for the new men he has started to meet on-line. Yes, Jeff reasons, Brian deserves to go second.
Anyway, Jeff reasons, while Pete may be a little wrung out by the time Mike and Brian get through opening his hole, there's no way his previously virgin ass could possibly handle Jeff's enormous cock. Better to wait, and allow the other two men to let some daylight into Pete's anus.
Deborah and Nancy, sunbathing nude side by side on patio furniture, quietly watch their husbands from the deck. The boys are over next to the pool, on their sides, facing each other, head to toe. They're slowly and tenderly sucking each other's cocks. They have been at it for 15 minutes or more, and seem no closer to finishing than when they first opened their mouths.
Nowadays the wives always enjoy watching their husbands make sissies out of each other. At first Nancy and Deb kind of resented the notion that their husbands prefer each other to their wives, but now it just seems normal. It's not like they're really men anymore. And the ladies now have Jeff and Brian, so losing their husbands to the dark side isn't a big loss.
Jeff and Brian lay in the sun beside the women, recuperating their strength, idly fondling their conquests' breasts and cum-filled pussies.
"Jeff, honey?" Nancy says. "Would you and Brian be dears and go do that thing again for us?"
Jeff needs to think a moment and then replies, "You mean when Brian and I did your husbands together?"
"Yes, that, please," Deb says. "That makes me so hot when all four of you come almost together. Can you?"
"I'm up for it," Brian said. "How about you, Jeff? Got another load in you?"
"Only if you let me fuck Mike this time. I fuck Pete almost every day in our office. I feel like I'd like to switch it up a bit. You fuck Pete, OK?"
"Sure, I'll fuck Pete. He's not as tight as he used to be, but I still get a kick out of putting him in his place in front of Nancy."
The two men heave themselves out of their deck chairs and stroll naked over to the two husbands. Brian gets their attention when he loudly tells them, "Get your asses ready, ladies. Your wives want to have another show."
As Pete and Mike roll over onto their hands and knees, all six of them are quietly thinking the same thing.
"Geez, I love this...."