The sun was shining brightly through the window on three naked people in bed together -- all of us with headaches.
It's Friday morning and I'm laying in bed with my forty-year-old wife and my best friend, who has been fucking my wife since he got here yesterday. This unlikely story began when I brought my wife up to a cabin on Lake Kabetogama in northern Minnesota for a quiet vacation.
Monday night my home was invaded by two guys who took our money and who also took a liking to my wife's big tits. They decided to fuck her and to increase their fun they made me watch as I was tied up. I was surprised to discover that I enjoyed watching her get fucked. I was also surprised that my wife enjoyed the experience as much as I did. In fact, so much so, that she invited my best friend Roger Adler to join us for our first experience at three-way sex. Unlikely, I will admit, but that's the way it went down.
It seems hard to believe that after all that heavy fucking the three of us finally woke up alive. It was after ten o'clock. Roger lay there complaining of a headache. I was in better shape than I deserved and Donna was completely fucked out, lying there almost helpless.
"My pussy is sore," said Donna.
"Your pussy needs a gentle tongue lashing," opined Roger, our resident expert on pussies.
"You're right Roger," Donna said. "That's exactly what I need. Warm and gentle and loving and maybe then it will feel wanted. I'm sure as hell in no mood to get out of bed and take a cold douche."
"You got a job Shane," Roger said. "You're the resident eater of pussies. But I warn you. It will be stale and taste fishy."
I was a beginner. I had eaten my first freshly fucked pussy last night. But I needed to learn my trade, I thought, so gradually I moved my sore and stiff body between my wife's lovely legs and put my chin on the cuckold's chin rest. I smelled it immediately. A strong fishy aroma! This, I had been told, was what a stale, well-fucked pussy smelled like. Like anchovies left out of the refrigerator over night.
"Get to it Shane," Roger said. "That's in your job description. I fuck her and you eat her out -- fresh or stale. Creampie is like cheese. It gets more flavorful as it ages."
I looked down at the wrinkled lips of that forty-year-old pussy. He was right! It looked like cheese! Those big lips were covered with dried cum and dried pussy juice. I got to work, first licking those dry lips to get them wet, then shoving my tongue between them to get her whole pussy wet. Finally I began to suck up the fishy tasting juice inside her vagina.
It was humiliating cuckold's work, but arousing. It was at least fifteen minutes before I was dealing with anything resembling a fresh pussy. Only a hint of the fishy smell and taste remained. I had been gentle and loving but to my chagrin both Donna and Roger had gone back to sleep during my ministrations.
I moved up in bed and kissed my wife gently on the lips.
She woke up suddenly and jumped.
"Oh shit," she cried out. "Go brush your teeth! Your mouth tastes like stale pussy! It smells like spoiled fish!"
Roger woke up too. He looked over at Donna and asked, "How does your sweet pussy feel now darling?"
Donna got a funny expression on her face as she reached down and explored it. Then she laughed.
"It's nice and moist and not sore anymore," she said. "And all that dried up gunk is gone -- just like a warm douche."
"Our resident muff diver's work," said Roger. "How do you like stale pussy Shane?"
"Tastes like rotten anchovies," I said. "It's hell to get clean."
"Did you get a hard on?" Asked Roger.
"Of course," I responded.
"Have you taken care of it?" He asked.
"Of course" I replied.
"Then you enjoyed yourself," Roger said.
"Yeah. But I much prefer eating freshly fucked pussy."
"Okay, lets all head for the lake," he said. "We might find some down there.
We got out of bed and ran out to the porch, moving faster than we felt like moving. There were no boats in sight on the lake but I grabbed our robes just in case. We ran down the path to the lake buck naked in broad daylight and jumped eagerly into the cold refreshing water. Only residents of Minnesota, and perhaps a few neighboring states, have the courage to do this.
Splashing around we cleansed ourselves of male and female juices of all sorts. I even ducked under the water and washed out my mouth and cleaned my face. Eating recently fucked pussy gets your face real messy from chin to eyebrows, if you do it right.
When we got back on the beach, we felt refreshed and awake. There is nothing like Minnesotan lake water to awaken the senses. We stood there in the warm sun and looked out at the deserted lake. Then Roger began to stroke Donna's magnificent naked body with those big hands she loved.
"You do that very well Roger," she said. "Don't stop. Oh look! Hubby's little dick is getting hard. Isn't it pretty?"
"Pretty to you maybe," said Roger. "You love him. Personally, I like 'em bigger than that."
"You're turning me on Roger. Wanna do me doggie here on the beach? That would be fun in bright sunlight and my hubby told me last night he wanted to see that."
"Shit! Your dick's still soft!" she said, looking over at him. His huge testicles were hanging lower than the head of that thick uncircumcised cock.
"I haven't had the help of a talented mouth," said Roger. "Perhaps your husband might accommodate me."
"He won't be ready to do that for weeks Roger. He's just a beginner," Donna said.
Suck his cock? I thought. Suck Roger's big cock to get him up to fuck my wife? Was I gonna have to do that? Shit! That's degrading! I just wanna watch him do it.
"If you can't get it up then my loving hubby will have to fuck me. With his little dick doing me doggie he'll need a finger on my clit to bring me off. But Roger, that ten-inch monster of yours will bottom out in doggie and you'll give me the Big O."
Donna turned to me and asked an embarrassing question. "Honey which would you rather do? Fuck me or jack off watching Roger fuck me?"
I guess I was still not properly broken in as a cuckold. The choice was obvious to me but saying it out loud was very embarrassing. How could any husband say that to his wife in front of her lover? What kind of man would rather watch his wife get fucked than fuck her himself? A now-familiar wave of helplessness and humiliation swept over me and my pecker throbbed.
I looked down at the sand and said very softly, "I'd rather watch."
Roger gave a contemptuous chuckle.
"Then I'll get him up. Come over here, Roger," Donna said and pulled him over to where I had spread our robes on the sand.
She got down on her knees and began to fellate Roger's soft cock rapidly. It was the work of several minutes before that remarkable organ began to spring to life. She continued to stroke it pulling his thick foreskin back and forth over his huge glans.
Watching my wife suck that monster was maxing out my arousal. She had promised me in bed last night that I could watch her take a big load of jism on her tonsils and Jesus! I wanted to see that. I started trembling watching them together.
When she was sure his dick was functional, she loaded it with saliva and then assumed the doggie position and guided Roger into her. She looked over at me and smiled and winked.
"Okay Roger plow that pussy!" Donna said.
"Oh shit," she said after a few seconds. "That's nice! You're gonna bottom out doin me doggie! Oh yeah Roger make me feel it! Shove it in deep! Remember guys, when I start to cum squeeze my tits. Squeeze 'em hard. Oh shit that feels good. Fuck me Roger! Fuck me harder!"
As always my eyes were frozen on that oversized instrument as it slipped easily in and out of my wife's wet pussy making those wet sounds I loved to hear. He fucked her steadily. But when he fucked her harder her body was driven forward by each thrust.
"Come over here Shane," she panted.
I walked over and stood with my hip next to her head.
"Okay Shane, hold me so he goes in deep. Come on baby help me! He's gotta get deep to make me cum!"
She put her shoulder against my hip, which took the brunt of Roger's powerful thrust. Her body could no longer escape his pounding cock. Her big tits hung down and bounced wildly with each stroke.
"Oh yeah," she screamed. "That's it! Shane baby, hold me. I want that big bastard to bottom out."
Then she started those husky grunts and I knew his long dick was stretching out her muscular vagina like she wanted and would soon give her the Big O. Jesus! It was humiliating for a husband to help another guy fuck his wife. I had spread her legs for him last night and now I was helping him again. Hell no I wasn't helping HIM! I was helping HER enjoy him better. Shit! What's the difference? It was turning me on either way and I'm playing with my pecker.
I remembered her in bed whispering that question which haunted my mind. Did it bother me that Roger could give her a pleasure that my short dick would never be able to give her? HELL YES it bothered me, every time I helped that bastard fuck her. And this was the FOURTH time he's fucked her since he got here last night. Why the hell did it turn me on so much?
