Author's note: This is by far the longest work I've posted here to date, so I think it's only fair to let you know what you are in for if you read ahead. Or, more accurately, what you are not in for: this is not a happy cuckold story, where stag and vixen are in sync and equally enjoy the story's events. This is also not a "burn that bitch" story, where one party or the other gets satisfying revenge on their former spouse and then lives happily ever after. I hesitate to say much else, for fear of spoiling the story, but the last caveat I'll give is that although there is action fairly early, the true theme of the story doesn't come in until about a third of the way through. And as always, everyone is fictional and old enough to participate. Enough warnings- on to the explosions!
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The explosions faded and the screen filled with a scrolling crawl of names while speakers poured out the game's main theme. I had finally beaten the damn thing, DLC and all, and just in time; I was almost out of beer. It had taken months, since the only time I really logged in for more than an hour were the nights of Anna's book club. Or, wine club was probably more accurate. Not that I blamed her- nothing wrong with a few libations between friends. The weeks we hosted, the feminine giggles usually didn't trail off until midnight, but hey- that's why I had converted the basement to a man-cave. These speakers could drown out the girl-talk just fine, and all without interrupting their fun. And her friends weren't bad to look at either.
I took the last sip of beer and chucked the can into the bin, then checked my watch. Still too early to turn in, so I decided to grab a soda from the fridge upstairs and then come back down to browse for my next video game purchase. As I opened the door at the to the rest of the house, I was met with a three-woman giggling fit that seemed close to devolving into hyperventilation. I usually gave the girls their space, but curiosity got the better of me this time. I detoured from the kitchen to pop my head through the living room doorframe. The three women had almost composed themselves, but when I asked what they were on about they all burst into laughter again.
"Should I be offended?" I asked with a comical frown.
"Hi honey," Anna giggled, "we were just reading this week's chapter."
"That must be some book..."
Her friend Tabitha answered this time. Biologically, she and my wife were nearly opposites; where Anna had a gorgeous rack (one of the things that never failed to keep me hard), Tabitha was perky and small up top. What she lacked in tits she made up for in ass, her nice round "bubble butt" putting Anna's cute little rear to shame. Anna's hair was straight, red, and shoulder-length while Tabitha's was dark, curly, and short. Tabitha's skin wasn't quite the opposite of Anna's pale freckles, but no one would mistake her for white. But for all their physical differences, their mannerisms were nearly identical. They were often mistaken for family or lifelong friends, although in reality we hadn't met Tabitha or her husband Javier until we moved to the city last year.
The last member of tonight's living room party WAS actually a lifelong friend, at least for Anna. Katie and my wife had gone to college together, and had shared nearly everything. Including, Anna confessed one drunken night, at least one boyfriend. Katie was a cute little blonde, all tight body and fake tits, and her seemingly permanent yoga pants were a welcome sight in my eyes. Anna had caught me looking plenty of times, but she and Katie were so close that the idea of Katie putting up with anything resembling infidelity from a partner of Anna's was ludicrous. Usually, if Anna caught my eyes drifting to her friend's ass, she would just spank it first and then slap me playfully.
"The book's not bad," Tabitha explained, "but we couldn't quite finish this chapter. We got a little... sidetracked."
I waited for an explanation, since they were all grinning like this was hilarious.
"Okay," Katie started, giggling already, "so the book talks about this other book. Or magazine. Or whatever. Except it's called..."
"The Bad Girl's Guide to Blowjobs!" All three girls talked over each other with the punchline, then collapsed into another giggling fit on the sofa.
Anna caught her breath and took a sip from what looked to be their fourth bottle of wine. Again, no complaints here, I just still felt like I was on the outside of the joke. "Like we need a guide," Anna laughed, and looked at me for confirmation.
Apparently I was a little too slow to agree, because she made a face of mock indignation and threw a pillow at my head.
"Ooooooh," Katie teased, "looks like you could use some pointers after all!"
Anna spanked her ass and told her to shut up, and pretended to pout into the arm of the sofa. "Honey," I headed towards her, "you know you're amazing."
"Mm hmm."
Tabitha joined in as well, and I had a feeling I was going to end up in the proverbial doghouse for this one. Truth be told, Anna's blowjobs were fine, but... just fine. It always seemed like a she was performing a chore, and although I appreciated the effort, being treated like a race to the finish line sometimes left me feeling... let's just say, not fully satisfied.
Tabitha started reading from her phone, standing as if she was leading the lecture portion of a community college class. "The Bad Girl's Guide to Blowjobs, by... oh some basic bitch. I don't care."
"Haha you found it?" Katie crossed her legs and sat up as if she was an eager participant waiting to be called on. From my perspective, the posture greatly accentuated her artificial assets. Anna rolled her eyes at me and popped out her equally impressive but fully natural chest with a grin.
"First of all," Tabitha read, "men are visual creatures. If you're going to treat him, make sure you ditch the ratty tee and the sweatpants. A nice bra, lingerie, or a bare chest will get a great reaction every time, and give you a bit of stiffness to work with right away. It might not always be possible... blah blah blah..." she scrolled with her thumb to the end of the paragraph and then looked up.
"Well," Katie pointed out, "I'M not wearing sweatpants..." She gave my wife's legs a pointed look and then returned her gaze to Tabitha as if she were a model pupil in the front row.
"Psh," my wife muttered as she slipped her sweatpants off and hastily threw them behind the couch, "neither am I."
Both girls laughed and refilled their wine. It wasn't unusual for the girls to see each other in panties or the like, although typically not with me in the room. But after all, Anna was my wife and it was our living room. I had seen these lacy red panties plenty of times- in fact, they were one of my favorite pairs. It wasn't anything even bordering inappropriate until I looked over to Tabitha and saw that she too was wiggling out of her shorts, kicking them aside deftly as they hit the floor. Her panties were much more modest, but even the simple black boy-cut accentuated her latina ass nicely from what I could see. That girl must do squats every damn day. I caught myself thinking about how it would feel to squeeze that ass in my hands, to spread her cheeks with my fingertips, and found that the article was right- there sure was "a bit of stiffness to work with right away." I wasn't rock hard or anything, but if I had chosen anything lighter than jeans earlier tonight, my bulge would be obvious right now.
"Second," Tabitha's clear voice commanded the room again, "if you have a choice, all men will prefer to stand while you kneel in front of them. A pillow for your knees can help for longer sessions."
Katie and Anna both grabbed a pillow from the couch, with an extra for Tabitha, and placed them under their knees. Tabitha absentmindedly paced over while scrolling down ("blah blah... kneepads... avoid corduroy... what is this, the seventies?") and came down to her knees next to her friends. I think they had essentially forgotten I was there, but suddenly I was facing three very attractive women, all scantily clad, and all kneeling on pillows before me. My animal brain was going crazy, but I figured I better tell the girls goodnight before my growing erection made me the ass who took a joke too seriously.
I opened my mouth to excuse myself, but Tabitha spoke before I could retreat. "William?" All three girls looked up at me, albeit from halfway across the room. "Is this right?"
"Is what right?" I felt my face growing slightly warm as I tried to hide my bulge with a hand in my pocket.
"That all men prefer this position?" Tabitha smirked as Katie bit her lip seductively and then laughed.
"No way," Anna pushed her friend, "William likes it on the bed. Laying down so he can relax."
Tabitha cocked an eyebrow at me when I didn't respond right away. "Well..." I started as I walked over to my wife. "I can see the appeal this way..." I didn't want to call her out in front of her friends, but the article was definitely right. Although I'd never complain, this position was much hotter than my wife moving under the covers, even while we were all still clothed.
"Oh shit!" Katie teased my wife, "maybe you're not quite as good as you thought!"