Friend From College

Note: I appreciate the feedback, both positive and negative. I understand these kinds of stories aren't for everyone, and that some aspects of the story are not original or unique. This is just an idea that I had in my head, and I wanted to try writing it down and seeing how it went. This is the first time I've ever written anything, and have no illusions that its a masterpiece. If it isn't your kind of thing, there are obviously thousands of other stories for you to enjoy, but maybe you will enjoy something out of your usual comfort zone. I take nothing personally, so respond however you see fit. Thanks for reading.

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We had a fun afternoon playing mini-golf, and went out for dinner afterwards. Randy offered to pick up the check, in thanks for our hospitality, and we grudgingly accepted.

"Its been great having you, and no trouble at all!" my wife said.

"Yeah, man, you are welcome any time, and its been...interesting."

We all laughed a bit at that, had a few drinks and made our way home. It was getting late already by the time we got home, and Amy had clearly enjoyed herself, blushing and giggling in the typical way she gets when she has had one too many. Amy and I went upstairs to our bedroom, brushed our teeth, and got ready for bed. I stripped down to my boxers, and she changed into her usual nighttime attire, a t-shirt and the silky panties she had worn to dinner.

"Mike honey, you can go to sleep if you want, I'm gonna get a glass of water and then I'm gonna..." she paused, looking at me and smirking, "suck that big fat cock again!"

I chuckled a little, agreeing that I was a bit tired. "Ok baby, enjoy yourself, but I'll wait up for you, ok?"

"Mmmhmmm" she replied, heading down to the kitchen to pour herself a glass.

I lay there, lamp on the nightstand on, thinking back on this crazy week, replaying in my mind what had happened this morning, the transformation that was going on with my wife...and with me. It felt like I had been laying there a long time, drifting in and out of sleep, and when I checked the alarm clock by the bed, I noticed that it had been almost an hour. What was taking her so long?

Just then I heard footsteps in the hallway, and my wife quietly walked back into the bedroom, her face red and flushed as was becoming the norm after her downstairs adventures. As she walked towards the bed, I noticed that, in contrast to the last several nights, she didn't appear to have any cum on her lips or face.

"Took you a while tonight, huh? Losing your touch? And I guess you must have swallowed it this time, eh?" I ribbed her, goodnaturedly.

She shyly looked down and and slowly shook her head. I was a little confused. She clearly didn't take it on her face, and she was telling me she didn't swallow it. It seemed very unlikely that after what I had seen, heard about and been apart of, that she would have spit it out, or made him cum on a towel or something.

"Did he finish on your tits?" I asked, my suspicions beginning to rise. Again she shook her head.

"So...what happened?" I asked, sitting up now, and looking right at her.

She timidly reached down to the hem of her t-shirt, and lifted it slowly. I could see her pussy with its sparse landing strip of hair, and from a few feet away, it was obvious how red and swollen it was. Matted in the hair and smeared across her lips was pearly, sticky cum.

"Amy...I thought we had talked about this, and it was only going to be your mouth," I said, an edge rising in my voice.

"I know baby," she replied, "and that was what I intended, but I went down there, and I was sucking him, and after I had already sucked him this morning, and after the drinks we had with dinner, he was taking forever, and he told me he just didn't think he was going to be able to cum from my mouth. I...I told him that was all we could do, and he said he understood, but...baby, I was drunk, and sucking him gets me...so fucking wet and horny baby, and he looked so disappointed, and his big fat cock was just sitting there, so hard and thick and..."

"So you let him fuck you?" I said, more loudly than I intended.

"I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it," she said and her lip started to quiver as she started to cry.

I stared at her for what seemed like forever, frozen there standing next to me, her shirt still lifted up, her messy, recently-fucked snatch a few feet away. My wife, who one week ago had never done anything wilder than let me fuck her in the ass on our anniversary, had just fucked another man, in my living room, while she knew I was waiting upstairs. But she looked so vulnerable standing there, and I loved her so much. After a few minutes, I grabbed her by the hand.

"Its ok, get up here...let me see," I said to her.

She sniffed, dropped her shirt, and got up into bed next to me. I pulled down the covers, and gently spread her legs. She immediately dropped a hand to cover her cum-filled hole, but I slowly moved her hand out of the way.

"It's ok, honey. Let me see."

I looked down at her, and could see a slowly trickle of jizz sliding out of her cunt, slowly dripping down over her asshole and onto our sheets. Her lips were red and puffy, and her hole was gaping slightly.

"Jesus..." I muttered, "He really fucked the shit out of you didn't he?"

"Yes, Mike. He fucked me so hard, I thought he was going to split me in half," she replied, starting to realize that perhaps I was going to be ok with this.

"What did you do?" I asked, taking my left hand and gently rubbing her swollen clit, and with my right hand grasping my hardening cock poking out the front of my boxers.

"Well, he was sitting there, on the couch, with his thing sticking up, and so I just...I stood up, slipped off my panties, and climbed on top of him. I straddled him and slowly, slowly eased myself onto his cock. His fat head just pushed against me, and I thought for a minute that it wasn't going to fit, but baby I was soaking, and slowly it pushed into me, and I lowered myself until I was about halfway down it. Then I started riding him."

"Fuck baby, did it feel good?" I asked, slipping two fingers into her stretched out vagina, feeling it squish and squelch, curling my fingers up to find her g-spot, encouraging her to continue her story.

"Oh my god, Mike, it was amazing, it was pain and pleasure at the same time, I've never felt anything like it. I rode him for a few minutes, and I must have cum on his dick 3 times!" she said, starting now to writhe a little bit underneath me, panting as I continued fingering her.

"Then he lifted me off and plopped me down on the couch on my hands and knees, and he got behind me and he started pounding me from behind, slamming that cock as far into me as he could, bottoming out each time, and his big juicy balls slapping into my clit. I can't believe you couldn't hear me moaning and panting, begging him to fuck me harder, even from up here!"

"You are such a fucking slut, Amy," I grunted, Randy's cum starting to form a froth around my fingers as I fucked her pussy with them.

"I know, baby, I am, I just can't help myself with his fat fucking cock, I just need it, I'm such a slut, I'm your slut baby, I'm your little wife-slut," she panted.

I pulled my fingers out of her, and brought them to her lips. She greedily sucked them into her mouth, slurping up the remains of Randy's explosion and her own juices. I pulled off my boxers, and immediately drove my cock into her well-fucked, stretched out hole.

"Oh fuck, Mike, fuck me baby, fuck my stretched out pussy, fill me up with even more cum, do you like feeling his cum on your cock?"

"Goddamn, Amy, it is so fucking hot, fucking your used pussy, feeling his cum on my dick, lubing it up. Are you my little whore, baby? You fucked his big cock, but you came back to me, didn't you?"

"Yes, yes, I'm your whore, I wanted his huge fat dick in my mouth, in my pussy, stretching me out, but I'm yours, and I will fuck anyone you want me to, just please let me have that big dick some more baby, I can have it still can't I, honey? Please? Don't deny your wife what her whore pussy wants!" she practically screamed at me, hands reaching around, grabbing my hips, driving me into her deeper and deeper.

"Oh fuck yes, Amy, you can fuck his big dick, but you are my little slut-wife, always mine, and you know it."

On this last, I tensed up, drove my cock as deep into her as I could, and came harder than I think I ever have in my entire life. She moaned and shivered with her own little orgasm, and I rolled off her, lying next to her on the bed, sweating and out of breath. After a few minutes catching our breath, she spoke.

"I've never had so much cum in me, I need to go use the bathroom. Thank you so much for being the best, best, best husband ever!" she said, giving me a big kiss on the cheek.

I watched her get up and waddle to the bathroom, trying to hold her legs together to keep from dripping her pussyfull of combination cum on our nice carpeting. Despite all that was going through my mind, the combination of the drinks with dinner and the best fuck of my life had worn me out, and I was asleep before she even came back from the bathroom.