Bully Introduces My Wife to the Executives.
by Lustdarkly.
Follow up to "Bully Claimed My Wife at Reunion."
The sound of a car horn blasting outside the house snapped me awake. What the fuck? Inconsiderate idiot!
It was three in the morning. Our bed was empty. Karen still hadn't returned. Two days had passed since the awful night I'd watched James Thompson face-fuck my wife on stage in front of three hundred people, a lot of them my friends and acquaintances. Then carry her away naked up to his room to do god-knows what to her.
The shame was overwhelming. My cheeks burned every time I thought of it and so did my groin. My balls and my cock were sore. I may well hate Karen for what she did but I've never been so horny in my entire life and haven't stopped masturbating, adding to my feelings of self-loathing. I was worried too. Why hadn't she come home? Or even called? Was she in danger? Had she left me? What the fuck was going o-"
The door-bell rang and the letter-box clattered at the same time, followed by frantic knocking. I leapt out of bed and hurried down the stairs. Wrestling with the locks on the door took time and I heard my frantic wife's voice hissing, "Thomas! Hurry!"
When I finally pulled open the door, there she was, illuminated under our porch light for all the world to see, completely naked and her face dripping with sperm. "Let me in quick for God's sake!" She shoved past, a small giggle escaping her. Our neighbour across the street was watching from his window. God. He got an eye-full! Lucky prick.
"Fucking hell! What took you?" Karen asked grinning. Her language surprised me. She never swore - but then again - here she was naked, her face covered in another man's cum - her use of bad language was low on my list of admonishments.
"Karen! What the hell? Is that ... sperm?"
She nodded. "James just did this to me in the car. Bastard. He pressed his horn so everyone would see me!" Her cheeks were crimson with embarrassment but she was laughing too. "I need to go shower but he told me I must do this first."
I had everything I wanted to say to her planned out but when she stepped back for me to admire her sexy posture, my mind went blank, soaking in the sight of her. She spun for me, teasing me by running her long nails over her nipples and down her body and then making a show of it, using her finger as a squeegee, scooping James Thompson's semen into her mouth, savouring every drop. Even the globs that were stuck in her hair she licked and swallowed. And then she was on her knees, sucking my rock-hard cock.
Oh, my Lord! This was fucking amazing! Her head was bobbing the same way it had on stage. She was sucking for all she was worth, her beautiful ass working.
After a blissfully long period of uncurbed pleasure, she smiled up at me and said, "James told me to say, I've to make you cum on my slut-face." When she said the word "slut" I unloaded it all, ejaculating all over that perfect, beautiful smile. She closed her eyes, loving every drop, wanking my cock carefully so as not miss any. My sperm was thick and gooey. It landed in her eyes, on her teeth, on her hair, and when I finished, she still worked on my shaft, milking me for every drop, licking my cock clean, sucking the tip, probing it with her tongue.
She relocated to the stairs and sat down, smiling, arching her back for me to admire her nakedness and spread her legs apart, opening her labia for me and rubbing her clit. Her vagina looked swollen and red. James must've really pounded her.
I watched transfixed as she scooped the thick gross sperm into her mouth. Taking her time and making sure to get it all. She made a hell of a show! Sucking long ropes of cum from her fingers, using her tongue. She ate every drop like it was ambrosia.
She leapt to her feet, bouncing on her toes to make her tits jiggle and threw herself into my arms, kissing me deeply, ramming her tongue into my mouth, eating me alive.
"One more thing. James said you've to have this."
She threw herself down on all fours, tits and face on the floor, back arched, legs splayed open revealing her ass and pussy. In her asshole was the butt-plug she'd pulled out of the showgirl's ass on stage. The one she'd put in her mouth.
I couldn't believe this sight I was seeing. Look at my fucking slut wife! What an absolute
... fucking... slut!
"Take it babe. Pull it out. It's for you."
I got down on my knees feeling like a kid in front of the tree on Christmas morning. I'd never even seen a butt-plug before, outside of porn. I pulled it out carefully, like I was defusing a bomb, marvelling at the way her asshole sucked it. Out it came and as her orifice puckered shut, I couldn't help myself. I grabbed her hips and rammed my tongue into her ass, making her squeal and laugh and flinch. Neither of us had ever done anything ass-related before during sex. This was an out-of-body experience!
After a while she turned over, splaying her open pussy, wrapping her arms around my head, kissing me tenderly and passionately for a long time. "I love you so fucking much." she whispered in my ear making the hair on my neck stand. Then she sprang to her feet and hot-footed it upstairs, wiggling her beautiful round ass.
Wrapped in each other's arms, we talked until morning.
"How could you let him use you that way? In front of all those people?" I asked her.
"Oh baby, no! God no. It's the other way around. I used him! I wanted it so, so much! I wanted to be used. It was like... indulging in a bit of fantasy, I suppose. I got exactly what I wanted. When I came, on stage in front of all those people, it was by far the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I had no idea orgasms could be so intense!"
"It looked like you passed out."
She nodded. "For a minute, I think I did."
"But James Thompson though! Why did you have to fuck him of all people? He was such a bully! And not much has changed by the looks of it."
She held me tight, understanding. "Okay, I'll be honest, that was part of the appeal. I don't really know why it made me so wet. It just did. His alpha maleness perhaps. His cocky bravado. I love you so much, you know. James is just a... human dildo," she laughed. "It's overwhelming, letting go. Surrendering that way. Letting him use me."
I wanted to know everything they'd done together over the past two days but it wasn't important, she assured me. "It was just sex. Wild abandon. Total escape. I love you. I'll always come home to you. Always. You are the love of my life."
And I was happy again.
After a long silence I asked, "Are you going to see him again?"
She hesitated. "Er... no. Well, we haven't made any plans. But I did tell him he could if he wanted."
"What?!?" I groaned, like I'd been punched in stomach. Karen was quick though. She soothed me, reinforcing everything she'd just said, begging me to understand.
It did thrill me to think of her abandoning all her inhibitions and indulging herself completely. It made me feel nauseous. But I understood. Even admired her. I love her so much. I trust her. I'd give my life for this beautiful woman so I made up my mind in that moment to support her. I wanted her to be happy.
