The burly, naked married man resting on my usual spot on my bed had a slight snarl to his tone, as he wiped sweat and juices off of his mouth and chin. "Man, I don't get it," he caustically chastised me, not really looking in my direction where I sat in a chair beside my bed, "if I had a wife as fucking hot as yours, I wouldn't let her get fucked by other men -- I mean, if she says she loves you . . . . ." His husky, tired voice dropped off, as if the point was self-evident.
I'd been accused of a lot worse by the hung men whom I watched fuck my 29-year old Asian slutwife, so Pete's words didn't faze me. Instead, with the sex at a brief interlude, I was just breathing softly, shifting in the chair so my legs didn't fall asleep. My erection still ached inside my slacks and underwear; I could feel my briefs were soiled from the precum I'd been leaking for over an hour -- almost 90 minutes, maybe -- while watching Kitty and Pete getting friendly on the bed, making out, stripping, then going through the entire list of oral sex and penetration in multiple positions.
With his broad back pressing against a pillow -- my pillow at night, to be exact -- and slightly elevating his torso, Pete's face was pressed straight up by the headboard. The wisps of black-and-gray hairs on his 40-something chest were beaded with perspiration, and below, his semi-rigid erection glistened from fucking my wife's tight pussy. He had been slightly reticent about fucking Kitty in front of me, which has been the case with other men we brought home for her entertainment. But it didn't take long of Kitty screaming at the top of her lungs -- "uuugh fuuuck me!!!" -- to convince him, it was worth it for me to watch because he got to screw my slut's awesome little body. So now, relaxing as we waited for Kitty to rejoin us, he wasn't moving to cover or shield his awesome penis from me. I tried not to make him uncomfortable by staring at it, but I took a couple of quick glances at his meaty semi-rigid shaft as it lay patiently between his fleshy thighs. That beast really gave Kitty an awesome fuck, and I sensed (and hoped) it wasn't done for the night.
But Pete's contempt for me was palpable -- and you'd think, after fucking my wife in front of me, he'd be a bit more charitable. He glanced towards my direction, shaking his head contemptuously, and gave himself an explanation for the situation that made sense to his little brain. "So what is it," the proud construction worker asked me scornfully, "does your wife likes fuckin' other men better than you, and you like watching -- you some kind of fag, is that it?" He snickered to himself. "How'd you get her to marry you?"
Now normally, I don't really consider myself a friend of the men whom Kitty fucks, but I certainly don't see myself as their enemy. Pete, here, though, was getting pretty close to the line. He's one of those old-school, old-world guys who thinks of a woman as a conquest, and when you are married to a woman, she has to love you and only you, because if she doesn't, it's a negative comment on your manhood. A man pleases a woman, and a real man pleases multiple women, but not vice versa. I understand that's his world view; I just don't subscribe to it. But for him to be in my face? While naked in my bed? I didn't want to cut Kitty's evening short, but I was moments away from tossing the creep out of our house.
"Well," I softly offered with a drawl, trying to pick my words carefully, "it's -- complicated, of course, but I think Kitty and I have a pretty unique relationship, which really works for both of us." Then I added probably the most important point, "I just know, I love her, and she loves me."
"Hmph!" The arrogant, self-deluded hunk with a dick that was much larger than his brain rejected my explanation out of hand. "You know, if your woman loves you, then she loves YOU -- not other guys." He laughed to himself at a thought, but it was meant as another dig at me. "That's what fuckin' love is. But I guess you don't get any of that." He wasn't even looking at me, the prick. "Hell, I guess you don't 'get any' at all, I bet, 'cept maybe a gay's asshole, am I right?"
You know, he wasn't, he was dead wrong. He had no fucking clue about Kitty and me. Shit, I could have told him the truth -- that just the morning the day before, Kitty introduced me to a blonde, 20 year old college girl, who spread her legs for me and let me fuck her several times over and over, while Kitty was there fucking both of us too. Not to mention the hot sex Kitty and I have regularly. What did this stupid, self-deluded, small-brained little neutrino know anyway?
But any further discussion was thankfully intercepted by the noise of the faucet cutting off in the master bathroom. Both Pete and I looked up a few moments later as my petite, nude wide softly strutted back into the room. She was definitely walking "funny," not entirely putting her knees together. Her jet-black hair, normally halfway down her slender back when brushed straight, was kinked and matted from being twisted and yanked so much by her rough new friend. Her sexy A-cup breasts still sported those long, rock-hard brown nipples, and below, her shaved bald pink kitty was damp with juices just like Pete's penis was.
About the only thing different with my Chinese-American wife was her face, which she'd just washed clean. Gone were the streaks of mascara, eyeliner and other makeup, which had really created a mess by the end of her fucking. Pete had been slamming his rigid erection on her face during a rough blowjob, and then each time he pulled his prick out of her throat, she got more mucus spread over her lips and chin. Then with her crying -- yes, literally, tears of pain and joy while screwing Pete's extremely thick and hefty erection -- she'd made a fucking mess of her face.
Kitty was laughing about it, as she rejoined us in the master bedroom. "Sorry," she apologized to both of us, immediately heading for the bed and jumping onto it on her knees, then crawling back towards Pete. "I just had to clean up, I felt like I was melting."
My beautiful wife of about a year winked in my direction, not really making eye contact, before she rolled onto her back next to Pete, on my chair's side of the bed. She looked so incredibly petite next to him, her 95-pound body unquestionably less than half his weight, and he had at least twelve inches height on her that somehow looked even more when both were lying on the bed together. As she nestled into his long strong arm that wrapped behind her small slender shoulder, I saw her hand with her wedding ring reach down to softly grasp the shaft of Pete's wonderful dick.
