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Friend's attack on my wife goes haywire - my ending to PTremer's Strange Afternoon
URL: http://www.literotica.com/s/strange-afternoon
PTremer's story is about some neighborly flirting that gets out of hand. The neighbor plies the wife with alcohol, and when looking down her dress at her tits, and up her dress isn't enough, he starts smacking her ass. She plays along, and before long they're writhing on the ground, her tits out, her panties ripped off, while the neighbor is sticking his fingers up her pussy and making her lick them clean. Our intrepid, slow to respond, unnamed husband has been watching the whole time, both curious and mad, wondering how far it will go. For this particular husband, fingers up the cheating twat is far enough. And that's where it ends, telling us there's a chapter two. That was back in April of 2011. We're still waiting for a continuation.
Again, this is one of those strange stories, where everyone has a name except the husband. He's merely known as Hon, or Buddy. For the sake of this continuation, I think I'll call him Pete.
There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps.
This story was continued only after meeting my three critical requirements:
1) Writer has not submitted anything in over 2 years
2) The story has not been added to in at least 3 years
3) Attempts to contact the author have been unsuccessful
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PTremer's ending of Strange Afternoon, part one.
Her eyes are closed tightly he holds both her wrists with his left hand as his right hand pushes the dress up to her neck and his hand begin roaming over her bare skin. After a few seconds, he releases her hands and reaches for a cushion on the chair next to them and pulls it to the concrete. Then he rolls her over on her stomach. She doesn't resist as he rips her panties roughly and smacks her still red skin.
He smacks her several times before licking his finger and sliding it slowly between her scarlet ass cheeks. She presses back against his hand as he continues pushing into her wet folds before pulling his finger out and pushing it into her mouth. She is surprised but greedily sucks the finger as if she can't get enough.
This is going too far, I quickly stride across the kitchen and open then slam the back door, giving fair warning that I am back.
To be continued...
I walked out on the porch, phone in hand. They had separated, barely, but my wife looked a mess. She was kneeling on the ground, still trying to tuck her tits back into her dress, and I don't think she even realized that her panties were lying underneath the cushionless seat next to her, torn.
As for Ron, he was trying to look calm, sitting back on the next chair over, brushing the sweat off his forehead. He smiled at me, and I grinned back, lifting the phone to my ear.
"Still trying to get hold of Tony?" he asked.
I turned my attention back to my wife, who was obviously mortified. She turned her knees, and sat on the cushion where they'd been messing around. She couldn't lift her eyes up from the concrete. She kept adjusting the bottom of her dress, squirming on the awkward makeshift seat, and I wanted to laugh at her.
"No," I said, and then I heard the response as the far end. "Hey Pam, can you come over and give me a blowjob?"
"What! Is this some kind of joke?"
she screamed at me. She never was much of one for joking around. I could almost understand why Ron would want to flirt and play around with my wife, but he'd gone too far, way too far, and it was time I made that abundantly clear.
I expected some kind of response from the two cretins on my porch, but all I saw were looks of shock and dismay.
"No joke. I just found out that you and me, we have open marriages. I always imagined you'd give a damn good blowjob. You have an incredibly sexy mouth."
"What the hell are you talking about, Pete? Ron and I don't have an open marriage!"
I looked over and Ron was shaking his head vehemently, pleading with his eyes. My slut wife had her head in her hands, crying. I reached out with the toe of my shoe, and pulled her torn panties out from under the edge of the chair behind her.
"No? I was sure you did, when I found your husband with half his hand shoved up my wife's cunt, and her tits hanging out of her dress, red from where he was sucking on them." I picked up the panties, and tossed them to my wife, who started to blubber even louder. She started to get up, but I put my hand on the top of her head and pushed her back down.
"God Damn it, Peter! Is this some kind of stupid prank?"
"If it is, obviously the jokes on us, Pam. So you're certain you don't have an open marriage? I was really looking forward to that blowjob." While I spoke, I opened my shorts, pulling out my hard cock, stroking it.
She hung up on me, and I closed my phone and put it away.
My wife looked terrified. Ron looked angry. "What the fuck, Buddy? We didn't do nothin'. What did you have to go and do that for? I'm gonna be in the doghouse for days."
"Really? You did nothing? You didn't beat my wife's ass, suck on her tits, shove your fingers up her cheating cunt, and make her suck them? That kind of nothin'?"
My wife stood and put her arms on my chest. "Please, hon. It wasn't like that. We just got carried—"
I spun her around and lifted her dress to her waist, exposing her bright red ass cheeks, while she shrieked. "Those aren't your hand prints on her bare ass, Ron, buddy?"
"Hey, I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean to get carried away. We were just playin', you know? Flirting, that's all. It got a little out of hand."
I faced my wife. "So when you tell me you were flirting at a party, how many of your partners were in danger of losing their wedding bands up your cheating cunt, babe? You've got me wondering."
"He . . . he wouldn't leave me alone, hon. I swear. I tried to stop him. He just wouldn't quit."
I stared her down. "Funny. When you were dirty dancing for him, when you were smacking his ass, when you were rubbing your tits on his face, and he was feeding you the juices from your dripping pussy, it didn't look like you were trying to stop him."
She lowered her head. "I'm sorry. I did try to stop him, at first. I . . . I guess I got carried away. I had too much to drink, and I was listening to those tapes. I really didn't mean to. You have to believe—"
The back door slammed, and Pam came out on the porch screaming. "Where is that cheating bastard!"
I turned to face her, and reached for my cock which had been wilting, but with a few strokes was back to standing tall. "Pam! You changed your mind?"
She glared at me, glancing briefly at my erection, then looking over at my wife's panties on the ground before facing her husband. "You no good cheating asshole," she growled.
He stood, waving his hands. "No, baby. We didn't. It's not what it looks like, we were just flirting."
I saw Pam hesitate, and I knew she was wondering what had really happened. I wasn't going to let the asshole get off that easy. "Tell her, Babe. Tell Pam exactly what you did. Don't leave anything out, or you'll be leaving with them when this is over."
"Hon . . ." she whispered, looking up at me pleadingly.
"Tell her. Don't make a liar out of me. Everything."
Lisa did try to put a spin on it to make her look as innocent as possible, but she admitted to the touching, groping, rubbing, the spanking, and finally rolling around on the ground, sucking tits, and fingering pussy. Of course her version had Ron instigating everything. That worked for me.
I could see Pam getting more and more worked up by the second. She's a pain in the ass, but nobody ever said the woman wasn't gorgeous. Angry, she was sexier than ever. Me, I kept my hard cock at the ready.
Ron seemed to shrivel in front of us. I knew he wanted to argue some of the points, but the fact is he'd been caught red-handed. "I'm sorry," he whimpered as his wife stood over him, calling him every name in the book.
When she grabbed him by the hair, and said they were going home, I intervened.
"Hey, wait a second. He got his fun. Now I've got a hard dick, and somebody's gonna suck it before you two leave. How about it Pam?"
She glared at me, and then I saw a slow smile appear on her face. Before she could speak, my wife was tugging on my arm. "Don't do this, hon. I'm sorry. I'll suck it for you. Right here and now, if you want."
"Not a chance in hell, babe," I told her. "You had your fun with our neighbors, now it's my turn." I turned back to Pam who was now smiling from ear to ear.
"He'll suck you," she said, looking down at her beaten down husband.
Ron looked up and I saw the look of terror in his eyes. I started to walk forward, ignoring my wife tugging on my arm.
"No! No way," he said, leaning back in his chair, glancing back and forth between my cock and his wife.
