We didn't choose this lifestyle. It was forced upon us. Well, perhaps that's not quite true. Maybe best to say that my wife and I were forced to confront who we truly are.
My wife is way out of my league. I'm a nerdy, small accountant. About my only good feature is my nice ass. Though even that's a bit too feminine.
My wife, Cherry, on the other hand is a straight ten. Great body, large E-cup breasts, a beautiful face topped with long curly red hair. She is smart, and funny, and a brilliant handyman around the house.
I should never have been allowed to marry someone like her, except we grew up next door to each other.
We have been best friends since we were babies.
But what happened greatly tested our love.
It all started with a house guest.
$ "Thanks for letting me stay. It will only be for a few days." Said Peter. Peter Dalton a friend of ours from high school. Well more of an acquaintance really. I didn't like him in fact. He was always kind of a jerk to me back then. But not to Cherry. No boys were jerks to her in school.
She insisted he stay with us while he was on his business trip. She said it was the nice thing to do. So I didn't object.
"Oh, we are happy to have you." She says giving him a friendly hug. One that I feel he holds too long. Then I chide myself. I'm not a jealous man. I can't be.
He holds out his hand to shake, and I am mildly surprised that he doesn't grind my fingers.
"Yeah." I say. "We are glad to see you Pete."
My wife sashays down the hall in her tight leggings and cropped tshirt. She shows Pete to his room.
That evening Pete treats us out to a nice restaurant.
"You look great Cherry." He tells my wife.
She sure does. Dressed in a full length navy blue cocktail dress. One side slit nearly to her waist so when she walks you can see all the way up to where her garter meets her black stocking. Her top is cut in a way that leaves her shoulders bare and reveals a generous amount of cleavage.
He takes her arm and leads her to the taxi when it arrives. Leaving me to trail behind.
When we get in Peter says there isn't room for us all in back. So I sit in front next to the driver, while Cherry laughs at a joke I didn't hear. Hopefully not about me.
At the restaurant we have a nice meal. The two of them sharing a bench seat. While I sit in a chair.
Then we are home on the couch, talking about old times. Well they are anyway. I'm mostly listening to them reminisce.
Eventually I stand and say. "Well it's getting late and there's work in the morning."
"Oh honey, don't be a stick in the mud. We don't get to see our old friends very often." She says.
Now I feel bad. It's true, since we had moved to the coast we didn't see people from home often. Not a big deal to me, but she missed her friends.
"Well I have to get some sleep." I say.
"No, stay." She begs.
"Na, you stay and talk for a while."
"Are you sure." She asks concerned.
"Yeah, sure. It's fine." I say. Giving her a reassuring smile.
As I head upstairs I can hear her giggling again.
@ It was some time after Melvin had gone to bed. Peter had turned on the tv and we were watching a scary movie. I couldn't help leaning into him for the spooky parts and eventually he had his arm around me.
Occasionally he would whisper things in my ear.
Naughty things that he had fantasized about people we knew in high school.
Every whisper sent a shiver through my body.
Drowsily I noticed he had his dick out. How long had he been stroking his hard cock, I wondered.
"Mrs. Tuttle. On her knees with her sundress pulled down and her big tits flopped out." He whispers.
His hand slides off my shoulder and up the back of my head. Gently he pushes my face toward his crotch.
Submissively, I open my mouth. I reach out my tongue to lick his tip, tasting his bitter pre-cum.
Then, my husband upstairs snoring, I take Pete's dick in my mouth and sucks. So much bigger than Melvin's small cock.
My face bobs up and down on my guest's hard cock. Each time he pushes the back of my head a little lower. His dick a little deeper in my throat.
Giving in to my lust I slide my hand in his pants and caresses his balls. A real man's balls.
Pete meanwhile pulls my dress up. The side slit making it easy to reveal the pink silk panties not quite covering my sweet ass.
I can't help moaning around his cock, as his exploring fingers press and rub my sensitive pussy through the silk.
My nose was now pressing into his bristly pubic hairs. To my surprise I'm taking his whole cock when I go down.
Now he would hold me there, his big hard dick in my throat, until I whimper from lack of air. Then he would let me back up to take a couple breaths. Before pushing me back down.
His roaming hand had traveled up my body. Yanking a few times on my dress had freed my bountiful breasts. Now he was groping and squeezing what my husband called my divine orbs.
Surly he must be close to finishing. Melvin could never last this long.
Then he grabs me by my hair and roughly pulls me off his dick and across the couch.
Pete casually pulls my panties down as he climbs on top of me.
I gasp, my eyes going wide, as his big dick rams its way up my wet cunt. I can hear him grunt when his balls come to rest against my tingling pussy. His dick shoved deep inside me. Pressing spots Melvin never could.
Then as he begins to pound my tight twat he hisses degrading names in my ear.
"Whore, unh. Slut, unh. Bitch, unh."
Humiliated, I bite the back of her hand to stop myself from crying out in pleasure. My curly red hair bouncing around my face with each thrust from the dominant man behind me. I can't let my husband find us like this.
"You cum rag, unh. Cock tease, unh. Cunt, unh."
I can feel her orgasm quickly building. The humiliation somehow adding to my pleasure. As this man I thought was my friend defiles her, my thighs begins to tremble
"Cum slut, uh. You trash, uh. Just a spunk bucket, ah."
My body quivers uncontrollably and I let out a long moan as the strongest orgasm I have ever experienced washes over me.
"Ha! Your just a worthless piece of cum licking trash, aren't you?" He demands yanking on my long hair.
"Uuunh! Yes! Yes I'm just trash!" I reply.
"Aaaah!" I can feel his balls throb, and his dick twitch as he dumps his load into my hungry twat. His jizz Leaks out of me as he pulls out and stands up.
He grabs me by my red hair and forces me to my knees in front of him. My dress down around my waist, my tits freely bouncing around. His big slimy dick hanging in front of me. I've never felt anything so degrading. Never felt so dirty.
"Suck me clean whore." He says ruthlessly.
I have rarely even gives Melvin blowjobs. I wouldn't think about swallowing his cum. Yet I obediently lean forward and slurps up the mess of pussy juice and jizz. My stomach rumbles in protest at the disgusting taste.
I licks his big prick till he is clean. Then Pete zips himself up, gives me a stinging slap across the face, and says, "That's a good little whore."
