This is based on a story my co-worker told me. It was a slow night and the manager was hiding up front in his office. So we talked for a good two hours. Of course conversation turned towards sex. We joked over a few things, explained what we liked and didn't like, then got onto the subject of cuckolding. He'd never heard of the term, so I explained it to him, adding in that I didn't understand it. We joked a little more, me telling him maybe I did understand it, because I would cuckold my girlfriend out with another woman any day of the week. I just couldn't see her with another man, too jealous or insecure or whatever else Freud might come up with, then he got this grin. Like he just associated the newly learned term with a memory.
"What?" I asked him.
"I did that once!" I laughed at him, almost excited, here seemed my chance to pick the brain of a guy who liked to see his partner get passed around. Then he clarified, "Not giving my girl away, but... I don't know the other side of it. I fucked my friends girl."
"What did he think about that?" I was thinking Dave was just going to tell me of seducing his friends wife.
"Well.."
(For the sake of making a good story I'll expand and flesh out what he told me. I tried to write the exact accounting of what he told me but my imagination took over. Was this exactly like it happened? No, but as close as any "Based on a True Story" could be.)
Dave looked at his beer, trying to think if it was his sixth or eighth, either way he was feeling a good buzz. Drinking the last of the beer he rose, just then realizing how long he'd been alone, his friends having been gone for several minutes. There was no sign of life from his vantage point, but he could see all parts of the small apartment, the couple was unseen. Shrugging, assuming Melanie had gone to bed and Vince was in the bathroom, or vice-versa, he got another beer. It was Vince's thirty pack, about half were missing, of Melanie's wine coolers there was only one left.
Melanie had been pretty buzzed, giggling at the guys comments on the movie or at the movie itself, stumbling a little bit too. She was a lightweight, even if she wasn't at all scrawny, who rarely drank more than one or two, so never really over imbibed. Alone, Dave stopped at the picture that hung at this end of the hall, it showed Vince and Mel at some water-park. Melanie was in swimwear. He'd noticed the picture earlier, a new addition, but hadn't been able to properly inspect it with the couple around.
Now he looked, Melanie was a cute girl, with a shy little smile and timid blue yes. Sure, she was chubby but Dave could see nothing wrong with her in her tight one piece suit, her hands on her stomach as if to cover it. Of course it wasn't her stomach or adorable face he was looking at, but the flesh of her big tits, hips, and legs that were on display. The flesh was a creamy white, silky smooth with a shine of wetness from her dip, Dave mentally congratulated his friend. Melanie might not be every man's definition of hot, but Dave thought she was. Looking down the hall he stepped away from the picture, mentally storing it to his spank bank, before Vince stumbled out into the hall.
"Dave, dude, look at this." Vince called, taking the last swig from his beer, looking at it like it betrayed him. Then motioning the hesitant Dave down, Vince's shirt and fly were undone, which scared Dave. Still he moved forward, Vince getting more excited with each step, he pointed into the room. "Look at her go!"
"Shit! Jeez! Vince!" His first instinct was to turn away, when he looked in to see Melanie half naked, not wanting to piss his friend off.
"No look at her dude!" Vince laughed, pointing insistently, keeping an eye out for a thrown punch, Dave looked. Melanie was on her back, not quite turned towards them, one big breast out and her jeans on the floor. She was masturbating, small fingers stroking her clit, the other hand pulling her leg so she was spread. "She's SO horny! I kind of blew my load to soon. Look at her go at herself!"
"Stop! Vince, don't let your friend look at me." Melanie called from the bed, but if she was really embarrassed she would have stopped herself, or tried to cover up.
No punch coming, Vince all happy nods and smiles, Dave got lost in the sight. Melanie was an adorable chubby little brunette, her straight shoulder length hair in a pony tail, it seemed that was her only hair. The meaty pussy she was diddling was shaved to perfection, the wet pinkness deeply captivating, her clit as thick as Dave's thumb. There was a white mess of cum on her blouse, which she was carefully avoiding with her arms. Up from there was one singular freed breast, he didn't think both his hands would be enough, a pale pink areola with a hard nipple at the center.
"Shit," he swore under his breath, feeling a stir in his loins, turning before it could become obvious. "You better go in there and finish off your girl."
"No man, I'm spent, she has to do this a lot." He always got overly honest when he was drunk, normally a bragger who claimed to have a twelve inch cock that he banged half a hundred women with, booze laden his testimony changed. Dave had already heard him admit to being quick on the trigger, several times over the few years he knew him, this was the first it was in evidence. "I barely got it in her before I was done. But she has such a hot box, dude."
"Vince! Why are you making Dave watch me? I'm so fat! I'm so ugly! He doesn't want to watch me!" Still she kept right on, her fingers drove from clit to cave, curling up inside herself. Pushing up off the bed at her penetrating digits, eyes darting from one audience member to the other, Dave just couldn't believe this. "Dave I know I'm not good looking! You don't have to look."
"Tell her she's sexy," Vince whispered barely loud enough for Dave to hear, making it a command with a firm nudge.
"Are you kidding me? Melanie! Shit, I want to watch! You've got an incredibly hot body." Vince nodded, motioning Dave to say more, Melanie brought her second hand into play, one for her rubbing and one for insertion. Her eyes locked on Dave, he fought eye contact, but eventually lost, locking eyes with her. "Vince is a fucking lucky bastard to have you. You've got beautiful big breasts, I mean they are massive, as big as my fucking head!"
"See babe! I told you! You stare at her all the time don't you Dave? Sneak peeks of her ass and cleavage." Dave hesitated, he tried not to do that, sometimes he couldn't help himself. There was Vince again, nodding and signalling him to agree, to ogling his girlfriend. "She doesn't ever believe me that you do."
"How could I not? When you got a tight pair of jeans on? Oh man your ass looks so juicy." The words fumbled around but Vince was ecstatic, Melanie moaned aloud, it seemed Dave was on a roll. So he went on, "When you wear a skirt! Holy shit! I wish for a nice wind to blow it up. Even if it doesn't, your legs are so hot, it's hard not to reach out and touch them."
