This story is the sequel to "Crystal Gets a Makeover", but is free standing. Please don't forget to provide feedback good or bad and score, fives are appreciated.
*****
It was late when Bryan Ryan finally crawled into bed next to his already sleeping wife of five years. She was snoring lightly and as he slid under the covers, her breathing pattern didn't change. He had spent another late night playing "Call to Duty" instead of coming to bed early to talk.
"Why did women always want to talk? I'll come to bed early if you wanted to fuck." He thought as he slowly felt sleep over take him. As he slept he dreamed of meeting and having sex with the porn queen and highest paid adult film actress Crystal "Boom Boom" Harper. She was his perfect woman, huge tits, small waist, long legs and nice ass bordering on being big but just the right size. She was the complete opposite of his wife Joan.
As he slept he dreamed of playing with her ample assets and fucking her tits, letting her blow him and finally fucking her shaved pussy with his might ten inch dick.
So far from the truth, but it was his dream. Physically Bryan was not much to look at; he was average looking leaning towards a nerdy look without the intellect. Never playing sports in school, Bryan never built any real muscles and at twenty six years old his body looked the part. He was developing a paunch and if he continued to eat as he had the last several weeks would easily gain twenty pounds before he knew it. To make matters worse, Bryan had a small penis, when erect it was barely four inches long.
When he and Joan met shortly after high school she saw potential and jumped at the chance to be his wife, but after five years and his lack of maturing in even the slightest way, she was ready to throw in the towel. What Bryan didn't know was that Joan was having an affair, with of all people his best buddy Craig. It began a few weeks ago when Craig was over playing "Call to Duty" and drinking beer and losing badly to Bryan who was becoming quite good. The reason he was losing so badly was that he was watching Joan in her bedroom; she'd left the door partly open, knowing that she could be seen and began changing in and out of different outfits, hoping to capture her husband's attention. But instead it was Craig's attention that she found and once intrigued they both began to play. Joan became bolder eventually standing completely naked so that Craig could see her smallish tits as she fondled them, pulling on her hard nipples and played with her quickly moistening mound.
Eventually they made plans to meet after work at a nearby hotel. After that she made arrangements to meet him at his place on a regular basis. Craig cock wasn't that big six inches, but after years of Bryan's small equipment Craig felt huge, and he knew his way around a pussy. He loved to eat her pussy as much as he love to cum. Joan was in heaven, well as much as she could be while cheating on her husband. She planned on leaving him, but she didn't want to hurt him. So she continued to have her affair.
Until one day when Bryan came over to Craig's house unannounced. Craig had given Bryan a key to his house, they were best friends and Bryan had a place to escape to when Joan was on the warpath and he needed to get away. This was Saturday afternoon and Bryan had a few porn DVDs he was returning. Upon entering he immediately heard the unmistakable sounds of loving making; no not love making Bryan was fucking some chick. He was really giving it to her. He could hear the slapping of flesh, the slight moaning building into screams, the panting and calling of profanity.
"Fuck me you bastard. Fuck this pussy," the woman yelled.
He heard Craig's pace quicken as he responded, "You like it hard don't you bitch. Well take this."
Bryan wanted to see, it sounded so much like the DVD's he liked to watch so he creep through the house towards the bedroom, carefully avoiding all the squeaky floor boards. The bedroom door was wide open and he could see the pair going at it.
"Bet your husband never fucked you like this bitch. Am I right?" Craig said panting, it was hard to talk and keep at the rapid pace.
"No, no never, he could never reach as deep in me; touching me in the places you are touching me." She shrieked her climax almost upon her.
"Are you going to cum for me slut? Are you ready to surrender to me, you cheating slut?" Craig asked as he too rapidly approached his moment of release.
Bryan wanted a better view and continued to move closer to the open door unnoticed until he was just outside the bedroom. He could see Craig's cock sliding in and out of the blonde's cunt and her tits wobbling back and forth capped with hard pink nipples. She had been moaning louder and louder until she suddenly squealed and lifted her head off the bed. Her face was covered with sweat, her eyes were wide open, her mouth formed a "O" and for a few seconds there was no sound. It made Bryan think of the delay between lightning and thunder. When she finally found her voice she swore.
"Fuck me. Oh my God! Don't stop. Fuck me."
The look on her face was both one of passion and lust. Something Bryan had never seen and it was on the face of his wife, Joan. It was like a punch in the stomach. Bryan had been watching his best friend Craig fucking his wife Joan as they ridiculed him.
With a roar Craig came, emptying himself into Bryan's wife's womb.
"That's it baby! Fill me with your spunk."
Craig's roar continued and Joan screamed again as she came as Craig continued to pound her married pussy.
Bryan staggered backwards, wounded by the betrayal of his wife and friend. He quickly gathered himself and left the house as quietly as he'd entered.
On the drive home he entertained thoughts of driving into a tree or oncoming traffic, but dismissed it as stupid and thoughtless. Why would he endanger others because he wasn't man enough to keep his wife from straying? Pills or death by asphyxiation were a coward's way out. No, he may have a small penis and be a bit of a nerd, but he wasn't a coward. He pulled his car into his garage shut off the engine. He was angry, but as he sat in his car he couldn't blame anyone but himself.