George Ramsden was waiting for his wife’s return. Of course, this was not the first time that he had waited for her, she was habitually out on the town these days and he had a pretty good idea of what she was up to. Not that Kate made any secret of her dissatisfaction any more. “You cannot fulfil me”, she had said on countless occasions. The words still rang in his ears like a curse, almost a challenge. But this time things would be different. This time there would be no humiliation, no sympathetic looks from his friends because they had learned of Kate’s gossiped infidelity. No, this time things would be on his terms.
George glanced up at the wall clock for the hundredth time: 11:50pm. Of course, Kate could return at any time – once she had even stayed out all night – but he knew the bar that she had gone to and it shut at midnight. A night out with the girls, she had claimed as usual. But George knew she was lying and he had a surprise planned for her tonight.
He looked over at Mike and Luke as they lazed, or rather sprawled, out on the sofa drinking beer straight from the can. Both young, dark and handsome the two were the late teenaged sons of Frank Gilbert, one of George’s work colleagues. George had confided in Frank on many occasions and they had eventually come up with the idea of involving the young men. Mike and Luke knew why they were there. There wasn’t going to be any misunderstandings.
At exactly 12:30am George heard the familiar rattle of Kate’s key in the door. Immediately his mouth became dry and his tongue felt two sizes to big. He could feel the perspiration beading on his forehead and was aware that his palms were damp and clammy.
Kate’s sullen look immediately changed to a genial smile as she entered the lounge.
“I didn’t know we had guests.” She said, turning towards her older husband. For an instant the smile cracked and George knew that it was fake. “You could have told me, George!”
“Have you had a good time with ‘the girls’?” George asked calmly and avoiding her scornful eyes.
“Hmm, okay I guess. Why?”
“Just asking. By the way these are my guests not ours. This is Mike and Luke. Frank Gilberts sons.”
As Kate mumbled her hellos, George was reminded of how young his wife was. Standing in her dark, fashionable slacks and white sweater, her blonde streaked hair fanned out about her shoulders, she looked almost the same age as the two lads.
Kate looked a little confused. George couldn’t blame his wife for that, coming home to find two strange men sitting in your lounge at twelve-thirty in the morning had to be a little disconcerting – no matter how good looking they were. And George could see that Mike and Luke’s physique and appearance had not gone unnoticed by Kate. No matter how tired she claimed to be, there was a definite twinkle in her eye. Her tongue protruded on more than one occasion and dampened her pink painted lips.
“So how was your friend Angie?” George asked, regaining his wife’s attention.
“Oh, fine.”
“That’s funny, because I spoke to her husband on the ‘phone two hours ago. He say’s she’s been ill and hasn’t left the house for three days!”
The silence in the room was almost deafening. The atmosphere suddenly electric. Kate looked at her husband. She was speechless.
“Don’t even bother to come up with another lie.” George sneered. “I know you’ve been with another man. So, what was he like?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“I mean what was he like in bed? Or did he just fuck you in the parking lot?”
Kate’s eyes stared at the carpet. There was nothing useful she could think of to say.
“Was he big?” George continued, getting into his stride. “Do you crave big cocks?”
Kate looked up quickly. Her scorn-filled eyes bore into George like a laser.
“Bigger than you!” She spat.
“That, I’d already guessed.” George responded. He was not about to be put off now. He had the upper hand and was determined to keep it. “But was he as big as these two?”
Kate turned around to face Luke and Mike. A tiny, involuntary squeal escaped her lips as she saw that, while she had been talking to her husband, the two young strangers had unzipped their pants and released two hard, thick erections. Again Kate was speechless.
“Well?” Mike asked, taking over the narrative from George. “Was he as big as this?”
Kate stared at the long, hard cock that was pointing directly at her. She had to admit to herself that it was considerably larger than the guy that had fucked her in the bathroom of the bar earlier. A most unsatisfactory, knee-trembling experience, she remembered.
“What the fuck is going on, George?”
“I’d have thought that was obvious, my darling!” George said sarcastically. “You so obviously like cock, I thought I’d get you two!”
George watched his wife as Mike pulled her close to him. Their mouths mashed together and he could see Kate’s lips open willingly to accept the other man’s tongue. Damn, this woman was unbelievable, he thought. She just met him and already she really wants him!
Kate sighed silently as she sucked on the young mans tongue and felt it snake into her mouth. Her earlier experience in the bathroom of the dingy bar had left her more unsatisfied than a night with her husband. She could feel a burning in her nether regions. If only George knew how much she needed this, she thought!
She felt Mike’s hand grip her own. He was guiding her fingers until they lay upon a hard rod of hot, manly flesh. She gasped when she touched it and felt it twitch in her hand. She gently stroked the length and cupped his balls softly. Hands were behind her now too, cupping her breasts through the sweater and squeezing them. Luke, she guessed, if she had remembered his name correctly. But names were of no concern to her now. She was beginning to lose herself in the lustful embrace.
George sat and watched as his wife was manhandled and pulled across to the sofa. Mike broke the kiss and both men pushed her back so that she was sitting facing them. The young men both sported fierce looking erections that protruded obscenely from their pants.
“So you like cocks do you, bitch?” Luke said. It was the first time that the younger man had spoken. George had told both of them earlier that they could refer to Kate by any derogatory name they liked. Bitch seemed to fit well. “Well, we like tits! So show us yours. Get that sweater off - now!”
George looked on and smiled sardonically as his wife put up absolutely no resistance. In fact she was maybe enjoying this a little TOO much, he thought. Her hands seemed to tremble slightly as she unfastened the top button of her pants and pulled out the hem of the sweater. She was grinning as her hands gripped the bottom of the garment and pulled it over her head with a flourish.
“You like?” She asked with a lilting smile as her bra-less breasts were exposed.
It was a rhetorical question and was treated as such by Mike and Luke. Both men sat down on either side of Kate and began mauling the firm orbs of flesh. Kate sighed as her nipples were rolled and moaned deep in her throat while two pairs of hands roamed her entire upper body. Her head was pulled back and forth between the young men as they took turns to kiss her deeply, exploring her mouth with long, snaking tongues.
George could feel his own erection hot and hard beneath his underwear as he watched the most erotic sight that he had ever witnessed. His hand strayed to the crotch of his pants and squeezed his modest penis. He felt a momentary pang of jealousy as he realised that he would never be able to match up to these young studs, but the feeling was short-lived. He was determined to keep as much bitterness out of this as possible.
Back on the sofa, Kate was being unceremoniously pulled down by Mike. Her head lowered towards the young mans crotch where his stiff, angry penis was sticking straight up.
George watched with awed fascination as her mouth opened as wide as possible and took the hard meat inside.
Mike groaned loudly as the length of his tool disappeared slowly into her mouth. His hand rested on the top of her head and he revelled in the sensations as her head bobbed slowly up and down as she fellated him.
Luke was also busy. Sitting at the other end of the sofa, he began to pull – quite roughly, George thought with a smile – at her black pants. The zipper was fully down and he was tugging the garment down over her rounded buttocks to reveal a pair of tiny black panties. Kate seemed more than busy swallowing his brothers’ tool so Luke pulled her hips up and ran both pants and underwear down her legs and over her bare feet.
