I was married once before. For seven years, I was married to a beautiful woman, not as beautiful as she thought but beautiful, and almost every minute of my marriage, I suspected she was screwing around on me although I could never be sure it wasn't just my imagination running away with me.
After seven years of suspicion, I finally caught my wife cheating on me. Well, to say caught isn't completely fair— most women never get caught unless they want to or just don't care. I came home from work, same time as always, and walked in on her with another man. Then she begged me to join them.
Although my wife was a big girl, she wasn't fat— just a healthy, meaty buxom big boned girl. She was about the same height as me, 5 feet 10 inches, but the last couple years of our marriage, she'd started wearing heels all the time which made me feel small and inadequate next to her.
I knew how wrong and shallow I was for feeling emasculated by her size, but I felt what I felt. So when I walked in on some burly ass man, at least 6 feet 5 inches and muscular, pounding the shit out of her puffy pussy while she stood bent over the arm of the couch moaning like I'd never made her before, I didn't feel jealous, mad, turned on, happy (for her), or like joining in. I felt like I always felt around my wife toward the end of our marriage— inadequate.
I left her that night, even though she cried and begged me to stay, saying she'd never do it again. The next day, I joined a gym and then worked hard over the next year putting muscle on my skinny frame, like that is why she cheated on me. The muscle, magically, made me feel in control. After I made myself over, I dated a few women, nothing serious, but eventually, I met Janey and fell in love.
Janey was almost plain looking, at least until she smiled. Then she was beautiful. She had the body of an angel although my brother, an asshole, always teased me that she had a great body if you were into twelve-year-old girls. He was just jealous— everybody wanted Janey.
While Janey was small and petite, standing a little under five feet tall in bare feet, she was no little girl— she was all woman. She had a curved ass, perky little titties, and nipples that grew over an inch when turned on. When we were together, she made me feel special and powerful.
I fell in love with Janey almost the first time I saw her and long before I convinced her to date me which took months and months of constant effort, bordering on stalking. OK, I stalked her, finally catching her like a doe frozen in my gaze.
When we started dating, I felt like I'd won the fucking lottery. The only problem was she was already in love with someone else. She'd been up front about it, and for the three months we were dating she kept telling me that we'd have to stop when her boyfriend returned. At first, because she was such a timid little thing, I convinced myself it was all a story to give herself an escape if she needed— a sophisticated sort of it's not you it's me kind of thing.
But it wasn't. Her friend finally returned, and she stopped fucking me and stopped seeing me which nearly wrecked me. She lived in the condo across from mine which made things even harder on me, especially since I was determined to keep my promise to her that I would leave her alone when her boyfriend returned. I couldn't breathe or sit still the first weekend she spent away. I spent the whole time pacing in front of my door. After a couple of weeks of getting drunk every night and not seeing her except through the peephole a few times when she left for work, I could barely get out of bed, and I stopped going to work.
It turned out Janey was missing me and hurting also, so late one night, she banged on my door until I finally woke up. Then she told me the truth she'd been afraid to— she didn't have a boyfriend; she had a girlfriend, who she really loved. Her girlfriend was married, and sometimes she got together with both of them.
She claimed she really missed me and really wished I could be her boyfriend and wished she could keep her girlfriend too. I said I'd do anything to keep seeing her. I didn't care who I had to share her with. She said I had to meet her girlfriend and get her to agree before we could go back to seeing each other again.
The next afternoon we walked to Cindy's house, holding hands while walking the four blocks. We hadn't talked about the kind of things Janey did with Cindy and her husband— it was none of my business, I figured. I just felt high as fuck with Janey's petite little hand pressed into my sweaty palms as we bounced down the sidewalk towards her girlfriend's house. When we got to Cindy's house there was a late model white Cadillac in the driveway. Janey stopped, and her grip tightened on my hand when she saw the car.
"What's wrong," I asked.
"Nothing." she answered.
"Whose car?" I asked, looking at the Cadillac.
"I don't know. They keep their cars in the garage." I believed her, even though the car's presence seemed to have shaken her.
Cindy answered the door, "Hello." She hugged me, pressing her large soft breasts against me. "Come in," She stepped back from the door and motioned us inside.
"This is John," Janey said. "And this is Cindy," she motioned at her girlfriend. Janey had a giant proud looking smile on her face.
Cindy looked me up and down before saying, "Your cuter than Janey described."
"It's nice to meet you," I said, looking at her. I hate greeting new people. It's always like a weird dance that usually feels fake and forced, and it wasn't nice to meet her— it was scary as hell. I felt she held my life in the balance.
"Janey, would you give us a few minutes, I want to talk to Johnny alone," Cindy said, smiling at me. "Red's here. Why don't you go see if she needs anything."
Janey leaned into me and put her arm around me. "Cin, no. Not today," she said, with a small voice. I barely heard her.
Cindy pointed towards a hall, "Go," she said. "Now," she said, with a raised voice. Janey started towards the hall. She looked back at me. She looked panicked. She continued to the hall and disappeared. I heard a door shut. Cindy looked at me. Studied my face for a few seconds. "Oh, she'll be alright. She likes it when I take charge."
"She didn't look like she liked it," I said.
"No, she didn't, did she?" Cindy said. She smirked and squinted her eyes at me for a couple seconds. Cindy stood in front of me, thick creamy white thighs disappearing into short pink running shorts and a white tank top showing plenty of cleavage. She wore no bra, and her nipples and areolas showed through the white material. "Please sit," Cindy said. She motioned to a white leather couch. I had to admit Janey had good taste. I looked to where Janey had disappeared before I sat. I watched Cindy grab her phone and use it to turn on the TV and un-pause a video.
On the giant screen hanging on the wall above the fireplace, Janey's naked little body was bent over an ottoman. Her knees were on the carpet with her feet bound together by black fabric. Her arms, tied at the wrists the same way, hung over the other side of the ottoman, and a black fabric belt wrapped around her body several times, securing her to the ottoman. Her eyes were blindfolded with black fabric.
Some guy was on his knees fucking Janey's wet little pussy from behind while another guy fucked her mouth from the front. There was no sound. My stomach felt queasy. My mind went blank. I just stared. She hadn't been my timid little doe for a while, but this was all beyond anything I was prepared for.
After about a minute, the guy fucking Janey's little pussy looked like he came. He was really handsome with a strong jaw. I hated that. The other guy pulled his cock out of her mouth, dripping with her saliva, and he moved around behind her naked little body. He put his hands on top of the ottoman with his arms squeezed against her sides, and he fucked her wet little pussy, slamming his body hard against her perfect curvy ass with every thrust.
After a couple minutes, a tall wiry guy put his large cock, and by large, I mean longer and thicker than mine, in front of Janey's mouth. He rubbed the tip against her chin. She ran her tongue over her lips, wetting them, and she pushed her mouth all the way down around his cock, looking like she was trying to get as much in her mouth as she could. Then she fucked his cock with her mouth, sliding up and down on his hard flesh like she was possessed.
The guy fucking Janey's wet little pussy looked like he came, and she pulled her mouth off the cock she was devouring and tried to wiggle herself free from the ottoman while cum dripped out of her pussy. She struggled to free herself while the tall wiry guy untied her, and as soon as she was free, she rolled off the ottoman, landing on her back. She lay flat on a giant mat, her ankles still tied together and the fabric biting into her skin. More cum dripped out of her little pussy which was shaved except for a small patch of short curly blond hair above her little pink lips. She struggled to pull her wrists free from each other, and after several seconds she succeeded, leaving the black fabric still tied around one wrist.
Janey used her fingers to rub cum over her little pussy, mixing it with her own juices. She frantically rubbed her pussy. The tall wiry man whose cock had just been in her mouth untied her ankles. Janey stretched and spread her legs out wide and continued to rub her pussy.
The tall wiry man positioned himself on top of Janey and slid his cock inside her already cum filled pussy. He pushed all the way in and pressed his body down against her. She fumbled to place her hands behind his head, pulling him towards her. They started kissing.
He fucked Janey while they continued kissing, tongues in each other's mouths, her eyes still blinded by the black fabric. He fucked her harder. He slid his cheek against hers. Buried his face in her neck. Picked up his pace. Pushed his cock faster into her little pussy. After about a minute, he pulled his cock out and stroked it violently. He came all over her perky little titties.
Janey rubbed his cum all over her titties and hard nipples. She scooped the rest of his cum up and rubbed it all over her little pussy, mixing it with her own juice like before. She used two fingers from one hand to hold her little pussy lips apart. She rubbed her clitoris with two fingers from the other hand.
The handsome guy with the jaw came into view carrying a large purple dildo, bigger than any of the cocks Janey had already conquered. He shoved the dildo deep into her pussy while she continued rubbing her clitoris. He started hammering her pussy with the dildo. She kept rubbing herself hard, almost violently. After a couple of minutes, Janey stopped rubbing herself and slammed her hands flat down at her sides on the mat. She made fists with both hands and arched her ass off the ground slightly before dropping it back flat against the mat. She slapped at the dildo with one of her petite little hands, and the guy removed it.
