This story is based on a very old joke with a punch line as follows: "Hey, it really does look like you're fucking!" I've laughed at the joke for years. It's a Loving Wife story that has three main characters; Husband, Wife and his Best Friend. I hope you enjoy this read. Please comment!!
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Hey, ARE YOU TWO FUCKING?
The story has its start six months ago. Ken and Cloe were best friends with Toby and Marcy. They did everything together. Neither couple had kids, choosing instead to spend their first years of marriages having fun. It was the kind of fun that only best friends can have. They all trusted each other completely and for good reason; they were each completely faithful. Their trust allowed them to open up and be loving friends and it wasn't unusual to find Cloe sitting in Toby's lap laughing and giggling, or Marcy sitting in Ken's. Quite the opposite; it would be unusual for any of them to not show a playful sibling affection for each other's spouses.
That seemed to change the day Marcy gave Toby the divorce papers. He fell into a deep funk and so did Ken and Cloe for a time. They'd lost their companions. But, Cloe wasn't going to take the news lying down. "You don't get anything done sitting on the side of the road," was one of her favorite expressions.
She booked a vacation for the four of them to an adult only resort on a tropical island. She felt that if she could get them out of the hustle and bustle of their city life, they would reconnect with each other and everything would be fine again.
No such luck. Marcy refused to go. She had found another man and she wasn't the least bit interested in reconciliation. Heartbroken, Toby remained depressed and alone. He rarely went out and seemed to cling to the two people he was closest with; his best friends Ken and Cloe. In typical Cloe fashion, she insisted he go with them on the vacation anyway. "We'll find some fun for you, Toby," She'd said.
"Yes, mother. I'll be your third wheel," He replied in jest, but accepted her logic and three weeks later off the three of them went to enjoy tropical paradise.
They shared a large two bedroom suite in a luxury resort. Without Toby's wife there, he had one bedroom to himself. The resort served their every need and was fully stocked with all the modern conveniences; cable TV, cell phone coverage, internet connectivity, etc.
"Oh, great," Cloe said sarcastically when she heard we had cell phone coverage. "I can't get Ken off the damn thing. He even brought a cute little waterproof pouch to carry it in."
Ken knew she was right. But, he had to stay in touch with his business, even a thousand miles away.
The first day in paradise, Toby and Mark were talking over drinks at the Cabana Bar on the beach. It seemed that the break up didn't only affect Toby. It had made Ken do some thinking, some soul searching. He'd decided he needed to live his life with Cloe to the very fullest he could live it. And, what he was thinking shocked Toby.
"Promise me you won't tell Cloe," Ken insisted. "Promise me, Toby.
"Sure, sure. I'm your best friend. What is it, man," he asked.
Ken laid it out for him. He told him he'd had a fantasy for several years that he'd held inside.
"And? What is it?" Toby asked.
Ken went on and on about how hot he thought Cloe was, and how much he loved her and how wonderful of a wife she was... All to avoid telling Toby his fantasy for her.
"Cmon, bud. All that's obvious. Now, tell me what you wanna tell me," Toby said, interrupting.
"I wanna watch my wife fuck another guy," he blurted out.
Toby's jaw almost hit the floor. "What the hell?"
Ken assured him he was serious. "And, that's not all... I, uhmmm....I, ahhhh... I want the other guy to be you," he said.
Toby told him that there was no way in hell he was going to do something like that. But, Ken kept on trying to persuade him. He reminded Toby that he was the only one he could truly trust with his wife. "I'm jealous as hell of any man that comes near her, Toby. I can trust you, dude. I could actually handle it if it was you instead of a stranger."
Toby listened to his best friend carry on for almost 30 minutes about wanting to see him fuck his wife. "You're serious about this, aren't you?" he asked him.
Ken looked up from his drink and straight into Toby's eye's. "I'm serious as a heart attack. If you won't do it, I'll find someone else. I'll find someone to seduce her. And, I'll probably die of jealousy as I watch it happen."
Toby didn't agree to it. But, he agreed he'd think about it.
As they walked back to find Cloe sunbathing on the warm sand Ken chuckled.... "Besides, that dick of yours is at least twice as big as mine. You're hung like a damned mule, Toby."
Toby snickered as they both looked down at the swim suit he was wearing. It was a Speedo suit. It held his big balls like a sack of marbles and his cock pushed out the front emphasizing his girth and length because it hung down far below his balls.. Cloe and Ken had both teased him about it all day long. Cloe had teasingly called it a ball sack. "Chicks dig the mule, Ken." He jested and they both belly laughed as they waived at Cloe and made their way down the beach.
Ken had to fight off an erection, just from thinking about seeing Cloe with Toby's big dick in her pussy. He was determined it was going to happen during this vacation and he knew he had to get Cloe to agree to it, and soon. As soon as Toby went into the surf, he brought up the subject.
"Cloe?" he said.
"Yes, Darling?" she replied.
He stuttered and stammered his way through his fantasy. He explained how much he wanted it to happen and how jealous it made him to even think about it. He explained how he wanted Toby to be the one and he went on and on while Cloe listened. Her response wasn't what he'd hoped for.
