Every Picture Tells a Story

My phone chimed. It was Bill, my best friend. "Hey," I said.

But instead of Bill's voice, I heard the sounds of a woman's cries of ecstasy, grunts and exclamations of passion, and the unmistakable sounds of gagging and wet skin on skin. "Oh, god yes! Give me your tasty cock! Mmm, mmm, mmm," she sputtered. Suspecting it was a prank call, I hit the "record" button.

Wait! Her voice sounded familiar. Staring at Bill's number, my mind raced to catch up to reality. Then, I could make out Bill's voice.

"Suck it, slut, oh, yes, suck that dick!" he said repeatedly.

"What the hell?" I thought, incredulous. Bill had a reputation as a lady's man, and being recently divorced, making up for lost time--a real charmer too. He loved showing off his latest sexual conquest, especially to me, his married friend. Did he accidentally call me?

"Ready for my cock to slide inside you, slut?" Bill taunted.

"Yes! Fuck me, Bill! Please, give your cock to me now. I want you to fill my pussy with your thick cock!"

Wait a minute, was that my wife's voice? "Mary?" I gasped.

"Oh yeah, it feels so good. Right there. Aha, don't stop. Oh, faster, faster. OH!" I heard her say.

Yes, that is Mary, my wife!

"Oh my god, yes! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Mary begged shamelessly. She does this low-pitched jazz-singer voice when she's excited. Honest to God, it drives me crazy. Then, I heard her squeal.

"Yeah, you love big cock, don't you? Say it!" Bill demanded.

"Ah! Oh! OH MY GOD... YES! I LOVE IT!" Mary cried out.

He grunted. "Oh, fuck, Feel that cock stretching you? Fucking your cunt? Take my cock, you fucking slut! I'm going to cum inside you!"

"Yes! Yes! I'm your slut! Fuck me! Fill me up! You're making me come!" she wailed. "Fuck! Come in me! Please!" I heard her beg him.

My mind raced. This can't be real? Certainly not, no. Bill was a prankster--he must have convinced my wife Mary to go along with this practical joke. They must be pretending to be caught having an affair.

Avoiding Bill's mischief kept me on my toes. This time, he must have convinced my wife to help him too. That was a devious trick. What an asshole he could be! Even though I recognized her voice, I never heard her use words as vulgar or indecent. It sounded so passionate, so slutty, so intense. I had no idea she was capable of being this naughty. Even knowing she was acting for a prank, her sexy voice got my motor running.

"Oh my god! I'm coming! Oh yes, oh yes, right there. Your cock feels so good! I'm coming..."

Listening to their impassioned sounds, I actually started feeling uncomfortable, and I'd had enough. "Bill! Mary? OK, you got me, a good one, too!" I said into the phone. "Best prank ever! You can stop now."

"Pete! Are you there? Oh, Pete! Your wife loves fucking, doesn't she?" Bill jeered. "Well, she loves fucking me, Pete," he said, sounding out of breath. "Mary is the best pussy I've ever had," he goaded me, his breathing labored, "Especially for men with big dicks, right? Aren't you?"

Bill, in between grunts, continued, "She loves being dirty! Sucking my cock, taking it deep in her mouth, licking my balls, rimming my asshole, making my cock hard so I can fuck her! And brother, I love fucking her!!"

"Oh, god! Yes! Yes!" she howled.

I fidgeted uncomfortably, "Bill, you're taking this too far. Enough, please." I entreated him, "Mary, you can stop now." Although, even as I said it, this feeling of trepidation was growing inside me.

"For a wife, you picked a winner, for sure, Pete! Big tits, a sexy body! And her hot, wet pussy, Pete? She keeps it shaved for me. Did you know that? For me!" he repeated.

Wait, I thought, Did she tell him she's been shaving her pussy? It was unlike her to share something so private. How did he know?

Her voice was still in the background, one climax after another, it seemed. It sounded so real...

I shook my head. They were both really going all out on this caper, even as in bad taste as it was. I'd never heard either one of them use language like this before. They were dedicated to the prank, for sure--or so I thought.

"And speaking of tight, hot pussies, Pete, I have fucked the hell out of hers. As often as I can now, she can't get enough of my cock! I guess she's never had one as big as mine! I'll ruin this fucking cunt and wear it out! I'll send her home stretched out!"

"I'll send her home to you. Don't worry, Pete. But her cunt will be full of my cum! Have you gone down on her recently? She told me you did--many times! Did you smell my cock on her pussy? Taste my cum in her cunt? I like the thought of you getting my sloppy seconds, Pete. And you know what?"

He paused, grunting and breathing heavily.

"Mary does, too. She loves fucking me. And now, it's out in the open! She loves that you know!"

I took a deep breath. Something wasn't right. This was way too far to go for a prank, even for Bill. I couldn't believe Mary would go along with it. "OK, you got me, good too! Bill? Ha ha ha, very funny. You can stop now." I said, my voice shaking now. "Jokes over, you got me."

Suddenly, a picture showed up on my phone, a smooth, wet pussy with a dick part way in. Then another, this time with my wife's face covered in sweat and a semi-hard penis pressed against her cheek, her tongue stretched sideways to taste it. Then a third, this one unmistakably my wife, from the rear, and she was on all fours, her red, raw pussy dripping with spunk. A fourth, her face in his naked crotch, his balls in her mouth. A fifth, this time in our house, our bedroom, and another in our kitchen.

I felt my face flush red. I could feel the heat radiating off my cheeks. I sat down, weakly, fighting the rising feeling of nausea. It was dawning on me just what was happening.

More images arrived, and I could see her face on each and every one. She was smiling, laughing, or climaxing. Each picture told the story of two people having the time of their lives.

"Look like a joke to you, Pete? Are you laughing? Or, does it make you hard? I hope so! But I'll get the last laugh this time!"

I didn't respond. My mind was numb. I thought back to when we met Bill, over a year ago. My then-girlfriend Mary and I were newly engaged, and it was at a church barbecue picnic. He was there with some mutual friends.

Bill was about 5'10", broad-shouldered and strong, with sandy blonde hair trimmed high and tight, blue eyes, and a naturally lean and fit physique. Outgoing and a show-off. Tanned, tattooed, and toned.

"She can't get enough of my big cock!" He boasted "You love a big cock, don't you? You're such a slut for me! You love my big cock in your hot little pussy, don't you? Say it!" he demanded.

"Oh my god yes, I'm your slut! Fuck me with your big cock!" Mary managed to say, her voice interrupted in parts by Bill pounding her cunt.

I'm 6'1'', lean, but fit from jogging and tennis. My dick is a good size, I think, about 6 inches hard, but I never really measured it. I know, from a drunken bet one night, that Bill's dick is the same size as mine, no matter what he was saying now.

"Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Mary cried out from the phone, lustily.

Mary is the most beautiful, most intelligent woman I've ever met. She is very tan, as her people come from Central America, with deep brown eyes and long, wavy black hair. She is quite tall, around 5'11''. Her large breasts are round, full, and 100% real. Like a leggy, exotic model, she draws men's eyes (and some women's) wherever we go. I long ago got used to the ogling from other men, even wolf whistles, as if I wasn't there.

"Ugh! Ugh! Fuck me!" Mary grunted.

When we met Bill, a combat marine who had just returned from deployment in Afghanistan to our little town, where he found his house empty and foreclosed and his wife gone. She ran off with some musician to Oregon, maxed out his credit cards, and stole every penny from him. He wound up staying with some mutual friends while he put his life back together. We met at a fire hall barbeque and fell for his charm and undefeated attitude. He was boastful outwardly, but on the inside, he was humble. He didn't even bad-mouth his soon-to-be ex-wife but instead talked hopefully about the future.

Mary and I were engaged at the time. We married soon after with Bill as the best man.

We helped him out as we could, being poor newlyweds ourselves, and made sure he had a meal and a roof when he needed it. The truth was that I developed a mild hero-worship thing with him, a kind of bromance. He'd sometimes tease me about it in front of Mary, "Be careful, kitten, your sissy boyfriend may leave you for me!"---much to my chagrin.

I'd shoot back. "Like Mary, I prefer REAL men, but you keep trying!"

Bill would snort, grabbing his dick through his pants and wiggling it, saying, "Suck my cock! Mary doesn't mind; I bet she loves watching!"!"

We were about the same age, but where I was educated, reliable, consistent, and cautious. Bill was a trained soldier, world traveler, and wild, especially with women. We were bookends, opposites but a matched pair. He was also fearless and loyal. Well, loyal in his own mind, as I was discovering now.

He recovered from his financial troubles quickly, starting a successful business in town. We became close friends, the three of us, spending nights around a campfire, weekends traveling, fishing, and hiking. Mary even called him my adopted twin brother.

Let me give you an example of what kind of person he was: Once, moving into our new house, I sprained my arm unloading our refrigerator. Mary drove me to the hospital and called Bill to lock up our house until we could return. By the time we got back that night, he'd moved all the boxes and appliances in, hooked them up, assembled our bed, and had dinner delivered. He refused to take a penny for it. I thought of him as a true and genuine friend.

Even though we were close, Bill and I were both pranksters, always trying to catch the other guy, one-upping the tricks--it was almost an obsession. Mary would sometimes participate if only to keep herself from being our target. In fact, he was easy to prank, as he was impulsive and had a giant ego.

One time, I poured oil under his prized truck, and when he pulled away, he thought it was a massive leak and spent an hour searching for the source, with me hidden and laughing the entire time. The next day, I dumped a puddle of chocolate syrup in the same spot, which, from a distance, looked like oil. He thought the leak was back and was freaking out when I calmly walked up, put my finger in the puddle, and tasted it, announcing, "Did you get your oil changed at an ice cream shop?"

He got me back, though. He was devilishly clever too. Mary was gone for a few days, and I learned later that Bill hid toy alarm clocks around my house, set to go off at random times, at 1 a.m., 5 a.m., etc., with the most annoying sound I've ever heard. A quiet, high-pitched "Beep...Beep." with about 4 minutes between. He must have bought a case of them and spent days hiding them. The sound of them going off drove me nuts until I became an expert at locating the "beep...beep" devices and destroyed them one after another just to get some sleep. I'd thought I'd found them all, until a few days later I started hearing it again, this time at home, at work, even in my car, a faint 'beep...beep'..." for a minute or two, then disappear. I searched for hours but couldn't find any of Bill's dumb clocks, so I thought I was hallucinating, going crazy, until I discovered he had set my phone to randomly play that sound. Mary must have helped him on that one--it was brilliant. We had a good laugh together.

His voice on the call brought me back to reality.

"Pete? Are you hard?" he asked. "...Listening to your wife climax, does it make your dick hard? Want to hear it a few more times?"

I became aware that my cock was tenting my pants, painfully now. I sat down, weakly, fighting the rising feeling of nausea. It was dawning on me just what was really happening.

I could hear Mary climaxing again. "Oh, oh, oh! Fuck me! Bill, fuck me harder!"

"Tell me, Pete, say it," he demanded. "Tell me your dick is hard!"

My mind was numb, and I kept thinking the joke would be over. "Yes," I heard myself say, not knowing why I did.

"I knew you would be, brother. I know you." Bill grunted with satisfaction. I wasn't sure if his smirking was due to his climax and pumping my wife full of his seed or making me admit the shameful truth.

He grunted again, over and over, and I heard Mary cry out, "Yes! Oh, god yes yes!" Then the call got quiet, and I just heard two sets of heavy breathing.

Though breathing heavily, Bill spoke, "You know the first time I fucked her was before you were married? Do you remember that volleyball tournament at the Moose Lodge? She offered to make a beer run, even as you argued there was already plenty, but she insisted, saying she'd pick up your favorite local brew. You were playing in the finals and offered to go with her after the game, but she was already leaving, promising she'd be back before you were finished, and wished you good luck. Even blew you a kiss!"

I thought for a moment and recalled that day.

"Right as you turned back to the game, she took my hand and we drove off," he added.

I did remember.

They were gone for over an hour, to the point people asked me if she'd gone home. They did return with some generic beer, claiming they got lost trying to find a brewery. I thought the story was unlikely, but Mary refused to talk further about it, and since my team had just made the final round, I quickly let it go.

Bill continued, "A hot slut even then, she couldn't keep her hands off me! I fucked her in a park a few miles from the picnic. It was supposed to be quick, but we just kept going until someone called the sheriff, and we almost got caught!"

"I'm sure it started as 'pre-wedding jitters.' She said neither of you dated much before you met. She claimed she wanted to be sure she was marrying the right guy."

I heard Mary climax again.

Bill continued his monologue, "Well, I guess she did. You are a hell of a husband, Pete, better than I was, I'll admit."

I was speechless.

"But..." he added, grunting again, "It turns out I'm a better fuck!"

My cock throbbed in my slacks, betraying me. I started shaking even more.

"That pussy was insatiable! We did everything! After we finished, she made me swear to keep it a secret, that it was a mistake, and we'll never do it again," he said, mocking her voice.

"But we never stopped!" he boasted.

I could hear muffled, wet, sloppy sounds, gagging and moaning, and wondered if she was sucking his cock right then.

As if reading my mind, Bill cheered her, "You are such a slutty cocksucker! Oh, yeah, like that! Your mouth is so fuckable! Does your husband know how good you suck cock?

I heard Mary respond with, "Mmm, hmm!" Then more wet, sloppy sounds.

"Lately she's been wanting it every day! She's got my dick on speed dial!" He laughed. I heard Mary's voice grunting as he pounded her again.

I shook my head. How could I have missed this? How could I not tell what was happening under my own nose?

"Don't worry, brother! I made her promise to take care of you! Anything you want, she had to do: fuck her anytime! Suck your cock! Anything! After I'm done, she's all yours! Easy-peasy!"

I heard him grunt and wondered if he was ejaculating into Mary again. "I got your back, bro!" he said, gleefully.

That hurt the worst. I thought my wife and I had a great sex life, a real connection. Was it all fake? Am I a fool?

"You knew that, right? You knew I was getting her motor running for you? Lately, she can't keep her hands off you? Right? Did you also notice her sweaty body smells like me? And her lips taste like my cock? She told me she makes you lick her pussy. Does my cum taste that good?"

I shook my head in disbelief, ashamed of myself for not questioning those little changes in Mary that should have tipped me off. There was an intense, humiliating, and burning sense of betrayal on both their parts. It was more than unfaithfulness--it was a complete devastation of my world.

"It's almost your turn, bro! You've been doing it for weeks! Nothing has changed, except now you know, but you've always known, right?"

I felt like I was punched in the stomach.

Bill grunted one last time, and I heard Mary whimper softly. Then the call became quiet for a moment. Bill, catching his breath, added, "You know I love you two like family. You are a good husband, Pete. Mary loves you, and she needs a good, solid husband like you. If you hurt her, I'll know," he warned me. "Now let's get you home so your husband can fuck his slutty wife's hot wet pussy!" he said.

I heard a slap, and my wife yelped and then giggled. "Bill!" she cried gleefully.

Then, Bill's voice got intense, and he continued, "Brother, trust me, this slut loves to fuck! If you keep your head straight and stay cool, you are in for the best sex of your life!"

"You'll thank me for this, Pete." The call ended. I looked at the call timer. My life had been changed in just under an hour.

*****

About 20 minutes later, my wife Mary walked in the door like usual, sweaty and disheveled, her face flushed. She used to tell me it was due to her taking an intense spin class and explained that the workout turned her on. I thought it was my good luck and never complained. She would seductively take me by the hand to the bedroom...

We'd make love. Even though she always seemed fatigued, she'd nearly jump me, eager and ready, but there was never much variety or foreplay, and it would be over quickly as it started. Now it was obvious why. My brain felt like it had been scrambled.

"Hi, Pete," she said.

Mary sat down next to me and put her arm around me. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked. Her sweet voice, the same one I heard climaxing on the phone a little while ago, was somehow different. False. Patronizing. Or was that my bruised ego making it sound that way?

"What?" I croaked, not comprehending.

"Bill said it would get you excited and hard, did it?"

"Um, no, but I'm OK." I lied. I guess over the years I'd been conditioned to get aroused along with her, and even now my body responded to her sexy voice even as my soul was being crushed. My dick was semi-hard, but right now, looking at her made me sick.

"Pete?" she asked.

I repeated "I'm OK," trying to convince myself, and failing.

But the truth was, I had no idea how to react. I felt stupid, exposed as a complete blockhead, a husband who was incredibly blind to his wife's needs. What did they think of me? Did they think I enjoyed the idea of playing the role of a servile cuckold? The very idea of it was revolting, but they seemed to think I fit that description, somehow. Why?

I felt numb, but deep inside I could tell powerful feelings were trying to get through. I thought about Bill's words. I'd always kind of looked up to him, but now? Was he still playing me for a fool? Were they?

She nuzzled my neck and nibbled at my ear. It felt good, but I wasn't in the mood to reciprocate. "Bill suspected you've known about us for a while. He said you got off knowing and playing along as the unsuspecting husband..."

She reached down and rubbed my dick through my jeans. "Mmmm, yes!" she murmured into my ear.

"Bill said you secretly liked it when I was bad. And I've been really bad. And I'm going to keep being bad. Does that make you hot?" she whispered in a sultry voice, the tip of her tongue tracing around my ear. "But I'll always come home to you. And be yours again, you know. Your wife, your lover, your forever partner." She assured me. "You still understand that, right?"

I smelled the musky, sweaty scent of his cock on her breath. My sense of smell had been a little borked since I had Covid in college, but now, the tang was unmistakable.