Life Isn't Always Crap

I wasn't sure which category to put this story in, so apologise if I got it wrong.

My best friend Martin from school rang me to arrange a drink in our local pub, I hadn't spoken to him for many months so I was surprised when I got his call. Even so I was looking forward to catching up with him and that same evening we arranged to meet up.

When I arrived, he was sitting out of the way of the few other customers in the bar. I asked him if he wanted another drink to which he declined, so I just bought myself one.

Sitting down we exchanged pleasantries for some time until he looked at me with a serious expression on his face.

"You have a problem by the look on your face." I said to him with some concern.

"I have to tell you something and I know you won't like it, but please don't shoot the messenger." He said.

"So tell me." I said as I began to worry what his problem was.

"It's about your wife." He said.

"My wife, why what has she done?" I asked.

"She's been unfaithful to you."

"No way, you're talking crap." I said while trying to control my anger.

"Do you remember Rohit?" He said.

"The Indian guy, yes I remember him."

"Well he screwed your wife." He said and moved slightly back as if he was afraid, I'd hit him.

"I don't believe you, when could this have happened?"

"Do you remember when Graham got married and we all stayed at the hotel." He said.

"Yes I remember, it was a wonderful wedding and reception." I said.

"Well this is what Rohit was boasting to his friends. He asked your wife for a dance and you didn't object. While they were dancing when it came to slow songs, they danced close together and he said that he got hard and his cock was pushing against your wife's pussy. After a number of dances, he suggested they go outside for some fresh air. Once outside he was kissing her and hand his hand up her skirt fingering her pussy, he said she was so wet he invited her to his room and fucked her."

"I think he's making it up, she would never do that." I said slightly shocked.

"It gets worse." He said.

"How much worse can it get?" I asked.

"He said that he so enjoyed fucking her he arranged to meet up at a hotel. This time he wasn't alone as he had two of his friends with him and they took turns fucking her."

"I don't believe a word you are saying, I'm leaving." I said.

"Wait, I can prove it." He said as he removed his Iphone from his pocket.

He showed me a short video that they took and it showed the Indian guys taking turns fucking my wife. I was devastated when I saw it and rushed to the gent's toilet and threw up.

When I returned I had calmed down a little and went up to the bar and ordered two more pints.

Sitting back down Martin had a pity look on his face when he said, "I'm sorry John I had to let you know, what are you going to do with this information?"

"I'm going to have to confront her, apart from that I don't know what I'm going to do yet."

"Would you like me to send this video to your phone?"

"I think you better," I said.

He sent me the video and I watched it again, I don't know why but in some strange way watching it was making me horny as I watched their cocks going in and out of my wife's pussy.

"So what are you going to do?" he asked again.

"I don't know I am so confused and angry, I've got to go home. Thanks Martin, for letting me know even though I feel devastated I needed to know."

I walked slowly home the picture in my mind of seeing her being fucked by the three of them was turning my stomach inside out.

As I walked through the front door, I decided that I had to confront her now.

As I entered the living room she was sitting in a chair reading, she looked up and said, "hi darling did you enjoy catching up with Martin?"

"No I didn't, he gave me some very upsetting news." I said while trying to stay calm.

"Oh my god, what has happened?" She asked.

"He has told me you've been screwing around." I said with a hint of anger.

"Don't be silly I wouldn't do that." She said with a look of innocence on her face.

"Even worse you let Rohit and his friends gang bang you." I said.

"He's making it up, you know I wouldn't do that." She said.

I removed my phone from my pocket and showed her the video of them taking turns fucking her.

"Oh." Was all she could say.

"So after six years of marriage you wanted to throw it all away!" I shouted.

"You don't need to shout, I'm sorry, you know I love you but.........

"But nothing." I said.

"John, please listen, I do love you very much, but sex with you became very predictable and I'm sorry to say it, boring."

At that moment I felt like slapping her face even though I would never hit a woman the temptation was there. Talk about kicking someone in the balls because that's what it felt like.

"You're saying that I'm shit in bed." I said as I stared in her eyes with hate in mine.

"It was okay at the beginning but you've never been that hot in bed. Most of my orgasms were faked just to get it over with."

"You bitch or should I say you slutty bitch, you disgust me."

"Look John, I really do love you and I'm sure we can work something out."

"What planet are you from, you've cheated with me and think that we could work something out, are you really that stupid."

"How about we stay together and I have sex with whoever I want and sometimes I'll bring some guy home and you can watch him fuck me."

I started to have a broad smile but the longer I thought about what she had just said the funnier I found it and I burst out laughing, every time I tried my best to stop I'd think of what she said and start laughing again. You want me to be your fucking cuckold! Are you on drugs?" I eventually said.

"No I'm not on any drugs and I haven't been drinking either and you wouldn't be a fucking cuckold you'd be just a cuckold because you would not ever be fucking me again. Wait, I'll be generous, you can fuck me on Valentines Day, your birthday, our wedding anniversary, Christmas Eve, Christmas day and Boxing Day. Now isn't that generous."

"You're crazy, I'll be surprised if the men in white coats don't turn up for you."

"Don't you see the good side of this, you get to see men fuck me. I bet you watch porn, don't you?"

"Yes rarely but sometimes." I replied but not honestly.

"Well this way you get to see it live."

"But you're my wife, why the hell do I want to see my wife being fucked."

"I come back to porn, you watch it, well those women being fucked are someone's wife or girlfriend."

"Well yes, but this is not the same, you want me to be a cuck. What thing in that small brain of yours would think I'd want to be a cuckold?"

"Well from when we first had sex, I had to always take charge and that continued throughout our marriage, yet outside of sex you were different and back in control."

I held my head in my hands as I realised she was right about that, I did let her take control and it did continue, I'll have to tell her why.

"There was a reason for why I was happy for you to take charge." Taking a deep breath, I blurted out, "I was a virgin, I didn't have a clue what to do, so it was easier to let you take over and you were so good at it and I so enjoyed it every time, I didn't stop it."

"After six years of marriage you are still crap at sex." She said with bitterness in her voice.

"I'm going to bed to think over what you said. You're sleeping in the guest room. Good night."

As I walked away, I thought to myself that the only thinking over is which solicitor to use. As I lie in bed, I keep thinking it over and over. My mind wandered as I was close to sleep, imagining watching my wife being fucked. Her sucking his cock and even worse kissing her, that was the last thought as I fell asleep. I woke a few times during the night probably because I was restless and at one point I woke as I had a woody at around six thirty in the morning. I thought of having a quick tug but my bladder had other thoughts as I dashed to the bathroom.

Standing there with me pointing Percy at the pan was delayed as I was unable to pee while hard, so I had to wait until Percy became Droopy. In a weird way I was pleased to wake up with an erection knowing it still worked down there after the horrid things Sandra said about our sex life together.

I got up and showered still with the weird thoughts spinning around in my head, do I want to watch men fucking my wife, I don't think so.

Once I had finished showering and got dressed, I wandered into the kitchen to make myself some tea and toast. My wife was already in there but I ignored her when she said good morning to me.

I made the tea and toast and sat down at the dining table, my wife joined me and said, "have you had a good think about the proposition I mentioned."

"Answer me this, how long have you been fucking around?"

"Since we were at Graham's wedding." She answered.

"How many times have you had sex with Rohit?" I asked.

"Well it's not just Rohit it was his friends as well." She told me.

"Are you saying that each time there were three of them fucking you?"

"Yes, it was more fun that way, and they screwed me a couple of times a month for the past year, whenever the opportunity arose."

"You are such a slut." I said.

"Yes, I am a slut and I enjoy being a slut. So, are you going to be my cuckold?"

"I'll tell you what I'm going to do, I'm going to give you until 6pm this evening to pack your belongings and fuck off out of my life."

"Oh come on John, what's the big deal?" She asked.

"The big deal is there is no way I want to be a cuck and there is no way I want to live with a dirty slut like you, 6pm be gone or I'll throw you out."

I rang my good friend Martin and arranged to meet him in the local pub. He arrived shortly after I did and joined me sitting outside on the benches. I told him what I had told my wife and he understood my feelings towards her. When I returned home later my wife was gone, her wardrobe was empty and I had peace at last.

A few months passed by and Martin would visit me as often as he could, he was a great friend to me and I certainly appreciated it. He tried to get me to go out and meet some other females but I just felt I couldn't trust them. Eventually Martin persuaded me to go on a blind date with a woman he knew, I wasn't keen but he kept going on about it so after a while I gave up and told him I would.

I met up with the woman in a local restaurant and had such an enjoyable evening that I arranged to meet her again. I went out with her a few more times and this particular time when I had driven her home, she invited me in. We kissed and cuddled and she invited me to stay over. Once we were in bed together, she was stroking my cock as I stroked her tits. That's when the problem surfaced, I couldn't get an erection as much as she tried my damn cock would not respond. Embarrassingly I made my excuses and left. I decided to not meet her again and this pissed off Martin until I explained my problem to him.

Each day I became more and more depressed that my cock wouldn't work, I assumed it was a mental problem due to my wife telling me how crap I was in bed.

That night I went on the internet deciding to watch some porn to see if that might wake my cock up. I looked at one on one sex and as much as I enjoyed watching it still there was no reaction. I felt horny but my cock didn't respond and my depression got worse. Surfing through I looked at MWM threesomes but all that did was bring back bad memories of my wife's betrayal. Then I moved to lesbian porn and as interesting as I found it still there was no response.

I then moved on to videos of a woman pegging a man and wondered what it would be like. I have known women who like being fucked up the arse so if they enjoyed it why shouldn't a man also enjoy it. Finally, I turned to gay videos and watching men have sex with each other just didn't seem like something I wanted to try, even so my cock had reacted, it was only semi erect but a response that did surprise me.

That night as I laid in bed it did cross my mind that maybe I was bi, but I just couldn't imagine being in bed with a guy as I loved the feel of a woman so much.

That night I dreamed, but when I woke up I couldn't remember what I dreamt about even so my cock was hard and it wasn't a situation I could ignore as I started to jack myself off. As long as I did it, I just couldn't come, that was until I started to imagine having sex with a guy. I was very confused how easily I came with those thoughts filling my head.

I spent the day doing some gardening while having the radio blurting out hits from the sixties and seventies. Just then my back gate opened and in walked Martin carry a couple of six packs of beer.

"Hi Martin," I said as I turned the music down.

"Hi John, how you doing." He replied.

"Okay thanks." I said as I took the cans from him and took them to the fridge.

Getting some of my cold beers from my fridge I handed him one and sat down on one of the patio chairs.

"Martin, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, ask away." He said.

"Did you ever want to fuck my wife?"

"If she was single of course I would she is a very attractive lady, but there is no way I would screw a friend's wife."

We went inside and I turned the TV on as there was a football match to watch and while we watched we drank beer after beer until we were both quite inebriated. The match finished so I turned the TV onto a film that wasn't too exciting and Martin fell asleep on the sofa.

As I sat watching the crap on TV, I couldn't help but keep glancing across to Martin and thinking kinky thoughts. Then I started to wonder what it would be like to suck his cock, as quick as I thought about it, I put it to the back of my mind. The thought returned and my brain kept telling me to do it, but what if he woke up what would I say or would he punch me on the nose. The more I thought about it the hornier I was getting until my cock was quite hard.

I couldn't resist it any longer so I crossed to the sofa and sat down, my heart was beating faster and I was scared. I unzipped his fly and tried to get his cock out, then he woke up.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he said in a sleepy haze.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I had this temptation to suck your cock."

"Why you're not that way inclined." He said.

"I don't know why but I got hard thinking about it." I replied while also feeling guilty.

"You can do it if you want to." He said.

I didn't need to be told twice as I freed his cock and started sucking it. His cock was circumcised where as mine was uncut so it felt strange but nice licking and sucking his cock. After a while he said "that's enough, I better get home." He said and left.

I felt ashamed and embarrassed that I must have frightened my friend off. Over the next month he still visited on a regular basis but the incident was never spoken of again.

The more I thought about it I kept wondering what it would be like to get a mouth full of cum but I knew that would never happen.

One day I got an email from Martin that surprised me, he asked if I would like to come around to his house and suck his cock.

I emailed him back and asked if he was taking the piss out of me but his return email assured me it was genuine, so I emailed back that I was on my way.

I arrived in quick time as he lived close by and he let me in.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"I'm sure, I'm horny and I can close my eyes and imagine it's a woman sucking my cock."

He removed his trousers and underpants and this was the first time I was able to see his cock close up and me being sober.

He sat on the sofa and I knelt between his legs. I ran my tongue up and down the length of his cock and then licked his balls. A small moan escaped his lips so I knew I was doing okay. Then I took his cock into my mouth and began sucking him with my mouth sliding up and down his cock it felt so nice. I then concentrated on the tip of his cock running my tongue around his bell end causing him to moan some more. I kept licking the end of his cock, I felt him tense up and suddenly he was spurting his cum into my mouth. The taste was somewhat non-descript but not unpleasant as I let it swirl around my mouth before swallowing. I felt proud of myself that I had made a straight man come I also felt a little embarrassed that I had sucked his cock.

"You're quite a good cock sucker." He said.

"Thank you, I enjoyed doing it." I replied.

For the rest of my time there we just discussed football and even politics until it was time for me to leave.

Once I got home I began to feel guilty that I had done what I did, but on the other hand I did enjoy doing it.

A Couple of days later I got an email from Martin, all it said was pop around I need to talk with you.

I feared that he was going to tell me it would never happen again and I so wanted to do it again.

Once I arrived at his house he offered me a beer which I graciously accepted.

"John, firstly I have to say that you suck cock better than almost all of the women I've been involved with. However, I also find it a bit gay by having you suck my cock, but I have a solution."

"Okay what's the solution?" I asked feeling happier that it may happen again.

"I want you to dress in women's clothes, I mean stockings, panties, bra, and a dress, also wear a wig, then I won't feel so odd with you sucking my cock."

"You really want me to dress up like that." I said.

"The choice is yours, if you want to suck my cock then I need you to at least be wearing women's clothes." He said.

"I'll have to think about it," I said and left.

Once home I couldn't believe he wanted me to wear women's clothes, I mean that is bizarre and I didn't think it was something I could do. But the more I thought about the more I wanted to suck his cock again.

Grabbing my credit card I went on line to see what women's gear I could buy. I found a site that could supply everything I needed. I ordered stockings that stay up on their own, frilly panties along with a matching bra, a wig that was long black hair and finally a silky type dress. Once I had ordered the items, I once again felt guilty that I was doing this. But then I had an after thought and decided to buy some makeup, I might as well go all the way I thought. While I was buying the makeup I also noticed they sold dildos and vibrators so against my better judgement I ordered one.

Two days later my packages arrived, I was quite excited and opened the packages with haste. Okay they were not the best quality but good enough.

I sent an email to Martin telling him that I had bought some women's clothes and was eager to come around and suck him off.

He replied by saying that he wanted me to dress up and come to his house fully dressed as a woman. He also said that he now considered me to be his bitch.

At first, I was offended by him calling me his bitch but it also had an erotic feel to it so I emailed back and told him his bitch was on her way, give me an hour and I will be there.

I went into my bathroom and shaved my underarms and my legs while also trimming my pubic hair, finally I shaved and then showered. Back in my bedroom I removed the packaging off the stockings, rolled them down the way I have seen women doing it and then rolled them up my legs. It felt quite nice feeling the silkiness against my shaved legs. Next, I put the panties on and they only just covered my cock and balls with some adjustment. Next, I sat in front of a mirror and applied the makeup, it wasn't a perfect job but was certainly acceptable. I put the bra on followed by putting the wig on which was a lot harder than I thought it would be as I couldn't get it straight to start with, but eventually got it right. I finished it by putting the dress on and stood before a full-length mirror, I wasn't the prettiest woman ever but it was as best as I could do.