(To the readers who commented on Chapter One):
True - More men cheat on their spouses than women do. What am I even saying; MOST MEN! So at your spare time, YOU may compose one about men. But this story is one of the scarcely few cases where the wife is the cheater, and unfortunately, she also makes up part of the "zero-point-something" percentage of slut wife cheaters.
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CHAPTER TWO - The sequel
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FACT: There is no way a guy would walk in on STRANGERS AND PEOPLE HE NEVER LIKED, screwing his wife, and get a sudden erection. Sure it might work if he had prearranged an extremely perverted gangbang with his cheap, low self esteem bearing wife, who would do anything to get her daily dose of heroin coming; and if the participants were not jerks he knew from his workplace. Otherwise, the sudden shock, and the many thoughts that would suddenly flood his brain at that very moment would never permit an erection. And unless he was a faggot, no sane man in such a shock situation would go down on his wife and start lapping other men's cum off his wife. It just doesn't work that way; maybe in some other writer's story, but not in mine! I'll tell you how mine turned out.
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What was the last thing I was telling you about in Chapter One? My boss positioning my wife doggystyle beside the bed, grabbing a handful of her hair and driving his dick straight into her cunt from behind? Did I tell you silence followed? Well, I was wrong.
You see, I blacked out for a second there as my boss rammed his dick all the way inside my wife. I didn't collapse. I was still standing as if in a trance by the doorway of the adjoining bathroom. I came back to my senses when I heard somebody poke my chest with a finger.
"Hey man. Are you gonna use the john or what? I need to pee," said the voice that came with the poke.
My eyes cleared and I saw standing in front of me, a naked, tall, athletic-built boy, most likely in his senior year of high school. He had a weird haircut, and his hoarse voice was the type that came with a teenager trying to assert an adult persona during puberty. He spoke again, "I mean dude, you joining the party, or are you just gonna stand here in the doorway, 'cause I like really need to pee right now." His hand was clamping the head of his dick, while he was doing the stepping-on-hot-coals dance a guy does when he is desperately trying to stall a full bladder.
I staggerred back into the bathroom, letting out incoherent speech, "Oh, I'm sorry ... um ... what did .. yes .. wait ... you can ... I mean ... no ..." and I stepped aside as he brushed past me, turned on the light and began to pee into the bowl, with the pressure that comes with waiting for too long to empty a filled bladder.
I shifted my attention to the other men in the room. None of them had noticed me, since they were actually focused on my wife getting fucked hard by my boss near the bed. They were loudly cheering and encouraging him, and stroking their long hard dicks furiously at the scene. Above their hooting and laughter, I couldn't even hear the sound of the guy pissing into the bowl behind me, until he groaned, "Ohhhh yeah, what a relief. That bitch be so wicked, she wouldn't let me go until she had sucked my cum out first." Then, wiping his hands with some toilet paper, he turned to me. He was chewing gum as he spoke, "Hey what gives man, ain't you the dude they said took a ticket out of her when we left her on the bed last week?"
I immediately remembered the conversation I overheard while I's in the office, between my boss and another colleague, so I replied, "No, I just checked in today."
His eyes lit up, and he started rubbing his palms together like some juvenile jock up to some mischief. "Really? Well, if you like what you see, I could hook you up as a runt. Trust me man, that bitch knows how to make a bum feel welcome; I mean, well cum. Get my pun? hehe" He chuckled, then looked me up and down. "So, you want in?"
I was startled, and he could see it in my stuttered reply, "You . . You'll hook me up as . . as a runt? What is that?"
"Chill, man. Here's how it goes," he continued. "Every guy who joins the gang for the first time becomes 'Runt,' and gets only BJs from her. But if you want to fuck her pussy real time, you gotta bring two other runts to the gang, then you become Lieutenant. When a Lieutenant brings three runts to the crew, he becomes General and gets allowed to fuck, and cum inside her pussy too. But if you want more as a General, you gotta introduce four fresh runts to the gang, and you become Godfather."
I had never experienced torture and shock any worse, than what I was going through as I listened to his explanations, but somehow I still managed to I inquire further. "So, what comes with being a Godfather?"
He looked at me with a smirk on his face, still chewing the gum, "Fucking awesome, man. You get to fuck her tight ass, and cum inside that too when you're done. Haha, that's like the coolest shit, man, isn't it?"
Of course I couldn't answer that question. So we both returned our attention back to the gang in the far end of the room. I could really hear him chewing the gum now, as he leaned closer to say something, "See that guy roughing the bitch from behind? He's like the only Godfather now. And I tell you man, she is to die for. I just need one more runt so I can finally start cumming inside that sweet pussy. Dang!" He stood up straight, turned to face me, before asking, "So dude, you up for the gang or what?"
