Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fictional. All characters are over 18 years old. In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral and illegal, and not condoned by the author. Not for publication.
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LOVERS, NOT FRIENDS
Tina lay sprawled on the sofa still quivering from the unexpected and disturbing climax she'd experienced from the fluttering tongue of Ella O'Riley, the beautiful but audacious bisexual girlfriend of her husband Eric's despised law school buddy Sam.
"Uhhhhh...holy fuck...," the waylaid anthropology graduate student simpered breathlessly as her torso shuddered under the flushed pale skin of her perspiring body, sending her newly B-cup sized tits shimmying on her chest while her listless legs remained parted and defenseless.
"You're one tasty bitch, Tina," Ella remarked shamefully, spotting the soggy mess of matted dirty blonde pussy curls surrounding the splayed puffy cunt lips as she drew away from between Tina's tanned thighs to admire her oral achievement.
"I gotta admit that, at least...and you cum in bunches," the unrepentant Irish lass added ingloriously, clearly hot and bothered in her own right, "...but there's something else I've wanted to sample for a long time."
The sexy redhead shuffled on her knees to where Eric sat in his easy chair, mouth agape from the spectacular lesbian performance between his wife and his friend, and not fully prepared when Ella saddled up between his own spread legs to drop her diminutive hand on the lump of hard flesh pressing against the front of his jeans.
"Not taking no for an answer this time, stud," Ella warned with sultry intent in her voice, before turning to the immobilized wife of her sexual target to let her in on Eric's noble secret.
"Do you know that while you were out in the hills boning your little boy toy this summer that your husband here turned me down cold when I offered to...um...pick up his spirits, shall we say?" Ella told Tina with no small amount of snarkiness in her voice.
A surprised look of bewilderment overcame Tina's face at the startling revelation of Ella's designs on her husband while she was out adulterously galivanting around the western Wyoming mountains with her young lover, but she said nothing in response.
"I've wanted a piece of this handsome guy since the day we met, right Sam?" The licentious girl's candid admission continued, signaling at the same time her boyfriend was very much aware of her desires and wholeheartedly approved.
"Right on, babe," Sam replied easily without looking at Ella, instead allowing his salacious gaze to roam over Tina's prostrate nude body with a lascivious intent. "Looks like patience is a virtue. Time for you to get your wish with our married pal Eric."
"Damn right I am," Ella concurred eagerly, gripping the hardened pole within Eric's pants and giving it a satisfied squeeze, "...and it feels like he doesn't have any objections, do you lover?"
"Hell no, Ella," Eric replied, studying the intoxicating gleam in her Irish eyes and relishing the gentle tugging she exercised on his stalwart tool. "You're making me regret saying 'no' to you this summer."
"Ah, Eric, you're too nice of a guy," Ella answered compassionately, "...I know you didn't want to betray that cheating bitch wife."
'Huhh...,' Tina drew a deep breath at the derisive comment but still said nothing, wallowing in the torment of her unfaithful acts of the summer and knowing inside the woman was right.
'Eric has always been true,' the admonished wife conceded.
With a loud 'zzzip,' Ella lowered the zipper on Eric's jeans to dip her hand into the opening and extract the pulsing flesh of his swollen cock through the fly of his boxers as Tina watched sadly from the sofa and Eric stared wide-eyed in anticipation.
"Ohhh, my stud, that's a nice sized cock you've been hiding," Ella complimented before slipping her pink tongue from between her lush rosy lips to swipe across the supple surface of his expansive crown. "Hard to believe wifey there wasn't interested."
"Uhhh, oh shit Ella, that's nice," Eric cooed when the immoral woman slathered her moist tongue around his fat cockhead for a second and third time, then circled her mouth into an exaggerated 'O' to dive in and swallow over half of his 7" pole while Tina sat as solemn witness to this woman sexually servicing her husband so wantonly.
"Ohhh, this is just the beginning, Eric," Ella replied while pulling off momentarily, unhooking Eric's jeans to pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles and fully release his impressive cock and heavy balls.
"I'm gonna suck you dry of every ounce from those big beautiful balls," she said expectantly while delicately lifting the cum-laden orbs in their fleshy sack to bobble teasingly between her gentle fingertips, "...and then I'm gonna fuck the daylights out of you."
"Ohh, jeeez," Eric sighed at the prospect, combined with the incomparable feel of her soft alabaster white fingers caressing his tender scrotum.
"All in front of 'little misses can't keep her panties on' here," Ella advised in clear reference to Eric's cheating wife, then drew the flat of her slippery tongue the full length of Eric's urethral tube to the head before knowingly looking at Sam, "...although it looks like she may be occupied herself soon."
"Eric, please, I didn't mean for you to know," Tina whined, finally speaking up about her intended deception as she cringed watching Ella once more engulf her husband's meaty cock only a few feet from her sorrowful eyes.
"Tough shit, bitch," Sam chimed in with a snarl, stepping in to kneel between her open legs, "...not planning on getting caught doesn't exactly make it right, you know?"
So fixated on the unfathomable sight of the mid-twenties redheaded vixen giving her husband Eric an enthusiastic and apparently excellent blowjob, a wavering Tina hadn't noticed Sam strip off his own pants to reveal a truly surprising 8" length of hardened wood himself.
"Hey, what are you...um...thinking...uh...going to do?" Tina exclaimed as her blue eyes grew wide with a mix of both alarm and wonder.
"I'm guessing you can figure it out, Tina," Sam snickered while drawing her limp legs up by the knee, "...you've spent enough time on your back this summer to know, eh?"
Eric hadn't released his mental hold on his helpless wife's useless limps, so she was completely at the disposal of the ill-intending young law school friend of her husband.
