An Egg In The Nest

by By Matthew Lee

  Nearby I heard a moan. I inched closer and realized a girl was in a private booth with a dancer. I risked a quick look, peering around the corner, and saw a dancer standing over a girl while she sucked his big cock. I recognized the girl as the blond that was with my wife's group. He warned her he was “Gonna blow” and she sucked harder and faster. I heard him grunt and saw his ass flex and knew that girl was drinking some cum. He finished and tucked his dick back into his pouch. I leaned back into the darkness and heard him say he had to get back and she said no problem. He left and a few minutes later she did too, rejoining her friends. The other girls looked at her and laughed and clapped like they knew exactly what had happened. When she picked up her drink I saw her wedding ring glitter. Naughty girl.

  I saw a better hiding spot and moved over to it.

  Thirty minutes later I was bored to death. Nothing happened. New dancers came out, new music played, the girls went wild and tipped them money, but nothing happened. I suppose my adventures with Teresa have jaded me but other than the blow job earlier, this group was boring. I made my way back around, retrieved my tray and towel, and breezed by the bouncer no questions asked. I even asked him to open the door for me.

  Upstairs things were winding down. We'd gotten to the club late because of the birthday party at Irene's and the crowd had thinned while I was downstairs. I ordered another whiskey and waited for the girls.

  The first two came up together and thanked me for allowing Teresa to go downstairs. Shortly after a third came up alone and walked by without noticing me. I waited and waited until the bartender asked if I wanted another because they'd be closing soon. I let him know I was waiting for my wife to come up from downstairs and ordered another whiskey and he said no problem, but gave me a funny look.

  I had time to finish that drink and another before Teresa and her friend appeared, and they weren't alone; four dancers in sweat suits and carrying gym bags were with them. They all walked slowly, talking excitedly about their night. Teresa's eyes darted to me and back to the dancer she was talking to. I waited for a reaction but she acted like I was just some stranger she'd never seen. As they drew closer I sat anticipating a greeting but soon they were right next to me and then they were passed, still talking about the great night they had. Her friend hadn't noticed me but I knew Teresa had.

  As they approached the restroom the girls detoured into it and the four guys waited. They were young cocky jock types, bumping fists and laughing too loud, entitled and arrogant. I'd known plenty of them in college and detested them out of habit. They constantly surveyed the room to enjoy all the people they were certain were looking at them.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket. I fished it out and read; Maybe you should wait for me at home, Baby. Debbie and the guys want to keep the party going so we are going back to Ricks apartment down the street. I will be home later...late.

  I quickly tapped out my reply; What time so I know when to start worrying?

  She must be sitting in a stall; Late. There are four of them after all...

  Wait. What?

  I jumped on my response but half way through it the bathroom door opened and Debbie and Teresa exited. The guys put arms around the two girls and headed for the main exit. I sat with my finger over my phone mid-text and watched my wife leave, her sexy and perfect round ass taunting me with a hint of the sex to come.

  My night was pure torturous agony. I knew those guys had fucked plenty of married women and didn't give a shit. My wife was in the hands and at the mercy of bastards.

  Teresa sent me the first text after about forty-five minutes, while I was driving home. I opened it, splitting my attention between traffic and what she'd written, which was difficult given her message; Needed a gun, didn't have it. Sorry Baby, condom didn't fit him. He's HUGE. Went without because he promised to pull out...but he didn't. Not all his fault though, I kind of didn't let him.

  I pulled over to the curb and read the text again. That muscular asshole had cum inside my lovely wife. I saw the sneer of his lips clearly. Yeah, Dude, she wanted it...

  I took shallow breaths. Sweat dotted my upper lip and my hands trembled. At this moment somewhere in this city my fertile wife was full of stripper cum. I thought I felt my heart rupture inside my chest. My penis got hard but I don't know why; this was too much. Teresa had allowed another man to seed her at the same time I was trying to. If she was pregnant we wouldn't know with whose child. This was a whole new level of slut and in spite of my rock hard erection I did not like it, right? Okay, I admit some deep and disturbed part of me clearly liked it very much, but I couldn't let that part win, could I?

  My mind flashed back to that night Teresa first fucked Sam. I'd watched them from the balcony and then joined them and when she hesitated to fuck him right in front of me I'd ordered him to do it over her objections. If I can give her pussy away, so can she. Sometimes I hate my logical engineer's brain. Sometimes I wish I could just react emotionally, unfairly, selfishly. Why did I always see the bigger picture? It sucked.

  I sat at the curb with the engine running, pondering my reply. Before I decided what to say, a new message arrived. I was devastated; the picture was shot straight at Teresa's pussy so obviously not taken by her. All those jocks knew my wife was sending pictures to her cuckold husband. Her lips were swollen and her cunt gaped. Pure white cum flowed from her. Draped across her thigh was a huge and vein-covered stripper cock, soft but still massive, covered in a sheen of their mixed fluids. A man's hand was at the bottom of the picture giving me a “hang-loose” hand-sign. A stupid yellow plastic bracelet circled his wrist. I hated this guy.

  I zoomed in on her pussy. Her clit was engorged as were her inner-lips. She was undeniably turned on. Another message arrived and I opened it with lightning speed. This was a short video clip that began with a stripper guy talking to the camera but the rap music in the background was so loud I could not understand him. His smug face smiled and joked and then he stepped aside to reveal my wife to me, on top and straddling a man with his fat cock balls deep in her pussy while another guy had his large cock half buried in her ass and a third fed her his dick. At times it appeared she struggled to get away but they had her arms and hair and kept her pinned. She was impaled from every angle and in every hole and every one of these guys was big and rock hard. I had a sudden impulse to rescue her but I didn't even know where she was. She had to take it and so did I.

  The camera bounced and the picture was shitty but after a few moments I saw her push her hips back and down to capture more of the cock in her ass. That bitch was trying to cum! Even over the music I heard her long loud moan. These guys were like wild dogs, tearing her apart. The guy in her ass drove it deep until his balls sat on the other guy’s balls and my wife squirmed and tried to get away. All three guys laughed about it. Not to be outdone, the guy fucking her mouth laced his fingers behind her head and forced his cock down her throat. She gagged and choked and they all laughed again. They grabbed her big tits and pinched her nipples and smacked her ass repeatedly. They pulled her hair hard until she squealed.

  There was a sense of ownership in the way they treated her, like they could whatever they wanted. I felt certain they had brought many girls back to Rick's place and treated them exactly the same.

  Just as I was wondering what became of Debbie the camera man panned down for a second and there she was, on her knees sucking his big dick. He returned the camera to his face, zoomed in for a close-up and said, “Married bitches are the best,” and then swung the camera back to Teresa.

  She fought them when they went too far in but to no avail; they just used her and made her adjust. In spite of the blurry video I saw her body stiffen and her back bow and I knew she was having an orgasm. They were treating her like a whore and it made her climax. They all laughed and cheered her on, encouraging her to cum hard on their cocks.

  The video ended and my phone went dark. In a daze, I put the car back in gear and continued home. I was pulling into our driveway w
hen I got the next message, a text; Baby, I am out of control. It's been too long! These guys are pigs but I keep eating it up. Debbie got worn out and took a taxi home. Good thing her husband is out of town! It's now just me and them and I have to tell you, I am loving this. We need to talk. Xoxo.

  I was up all night. Those fucking guys loved sending me pictures and videos of them fucking my wife. Each time I dozed for just a few minutes my phone buzzed and I saw some new arrangement, some new tangle of bodies. They gang-fucked her brains out. The coup degras was when each of them took the camera and filmed their cocks close up pumping in and out of her pussy until they came inside her; one after the other, four in a row, boom, boom, boom, boom. They fucked her in order of size, smallest to largest, although their smallest was still much bigger than me. Sperm was dripping out of her as each man stepped up and buried his erection. By this point she was barely participating. She was exhausted.

  A fifth guy showed up at the very end and jacked off into her mouth and all over her face. She was a mess.

  Half an hour later there was a knock at my front door and when I opened it the fifth guy stood there with Teresa leaning on him. He handed her over along with her shoes and sarcastically said thanks, from all of them. She was so tired she seemed drunk; almost a dead weight. She had cum oozing from her ass and her pussy. She had dried cum around her mouth. She had cum in her hair and streaked across her back. I walked her to our bedroom and showered her off and put her to bed.

  She was deeply asleep instantly. I went to our office and played the videos over and over and jacked off three times.

  In the morning she wandered into our kitchen, drawn by the rich smell of coffee. She was hung-over and memories of the night returned to her slowly. When I mentioned I'd received video she wanted to watch and by her face I knew she was upset. She read the texts too and when she read the “We need to talk,” she set my phone down, ashamed. I asked her if she remembered why she'd said that and what she'd meant. She said yes.

  “Baby, I loved what they were doing to me so much I wanted to make porn movies for a living. I want to get paid to fuck hung men every day. Good God, what's wrong with me? Can you believe that? I'm such a freak. I fucking love sex. Come here.”

  She leaned back against our dining table and opened her robe and her legs and pulled me to my knees by the front of my shirt. She put one hand on top of my head and spread her pussy with the other. Milky cum trickled out and down her ass crack.

  “They were so rough with me, Honey. Use your tongue and get me off. They didn't care if I came or not. Do you mind? Just be really soft and gentle. I need it.”

  My brain screamed at me to stop and I felt a rising disgust in my throat by her eyes pleaded with me and I knew she'd suffered at their hands. I lowered my mouth and my tongue crept out of my mouth. I closed my eyes.

  Without aiming for it I sank my tongue right into the salty and acrid mix of all their loads. Her inner lips slid along my taste buds as I pushed deeper. She was tangy mixed with tart and I curled my tongue back up against her G-spot. She shuddered and put her other hand on my head too, guiding me. I heard her sigh.

  Her clitoris was raw and almost too sensitive for direct contact. Inside her, I licked all around and gently fluttered my tongue near her clit. She had tremendous sexual tension stored up. In minutes I had her thighs trembling and soon her whole body was shaking. She forced my head deeper and I licked and sucked faster and her thighs clamped around me and a high-pitched wail started in her throat.

  When she came she squeezed her legs hard around my head and her pussy convulsed sending a surge of cum into my mouth. She was still caught in the throes of climax so I kept licking and just swallowed it. She had no idea. I felt a little sick at what I'd done. Her wail grew into a scream and she ground my face against her pussy, air exploding from her lungs. As she came down her entire body trembled.

  I pulled out a chair and she curled up in my lap. Was this my role now? Teresa free to act on every carnal impulse she has and I her patient and doting husband? My feelings were hurt about the way last night played out. I'd started the night with my wife attending a birthday party and ended the night as her cuckold bitch. Worst of all, she'd done it in front of her friends. I'm sure the other three girls were shocked at how flirtatious Debbie and Teresa were with the strippers and Debbie now knew beyond a doubt Teresa cheats on her husband. We began as a happy couple and ended miles apart with me powerless and voiceless. My opinion did not matter. Teresa ran me over in pursuit of her desires.

  I should be furious but once again, I wasn't. I struggled to get angry and stay angry with her. Her sex drive turned me on and a big part of me loved that she was such a slut on the inside and some little demon living in my brain saw the image of Teresa with another man's cock in her as the most exciting and sexually glorious thing on earth.

  I was screwed.

  Teresa sensed the tension in my body and asked me what was going on. I tried to be vague but she's a bull-dog and within minutes I'd shared with her every thought and concern I'd chewed on for the last twenty-four hours. She felt terrible. She'd assumed it was as fun for me as it was for her. She thought I loved the agony of not knowing and not participating. She promised she'd never do it again and inside of relief I felt disappointment. We are both freaks.

  Debbie called a few hours later and warned Teresa that if her husband called tell him Debbie fell asleep at our place. We both agreed we would. I've never met her husband. That night Teresa told me to fuck her and I mentioned her tender flesh and she said she didn't care. She felt guilty. I was hard in seconds and then she handed me a condom. Oh yeah, her backwards logic. If I was going to get her pregnant I was going to have to keep all other men away from her long enough to knock her up.

  I rolled the prophylactic down my penis and leaned her back and as I slid in I felt her sperm filled vagina lube my passing. What we were doing was so twisted it turned me on. I actually loved knowing other men swam inside her and mine wouldn't. I guess that's a pretty submissive position to accept but nevertheless, there it was. I came extra hard knowing mine would not be joining theirs and I think Teresa knew it. She looked at me like she knew my secret.

  Back at work her circle of girls kept that night private. Teresa had to tell them she lied to me and said she went back to Debbie's place to crash. All five of them were eager to go back to that strip club again but Teresa kept putting them off. I wasn't going to tell her no; the choice was up to her.

  I hate to admit I'd watched her gang-bang videos and jacked off many times over the last two weeks. She was just so in the moment. She loved it. I studied those videos, watching every turn of her body and looks on her face. They may have thought they were using or degrading her but she loved their big hard cocks pounding her. I'd missed it at first but my wife actually climaxed again and again with them. At first I'd only seen her most powerful one but she was on a high plateau the whole time in an almost constant state of orgasm, interrupted occasionally when she'd shoot even higher. I began to feel like a hypocrite.

  So she put the girls off, making one excuse after another, but the clock was ticking and I knew it. I'd break into a cold sweat every time I imagined her going out to that club again. Those guys had a control over my wife that I hated. I realized a big part of my disdain was who they were. I've never gotten along with loud jock types. I was always so quiet and studious. All the way back to grade school, guys like that picked on me. Bullies took my lunch money and my self-esteem and now it seemed they also had the power to take my wife.

  Days passed and each night I held my breath and anxiously awaited the words I dreaded, but each night I didn't hear them. We ate dinner and watched movies and made love and time passed and Teresa showed no inclination to repeat her adventure with them.

  About a week after her gang-bang she'd taken a pregnancy test and we'd both held hands in the bathroom as we awaited the results. When the line showed negative we laughed and laughed. Teresa thoughtfully took my condoms a
nd threw them in the trash.

  “I am all yours from here on out,” she joked and I laughed. “If I fuck anyone else, he's the one that has to wear a condom, not you.”

  I gave her a polite chuckle. I knew she was still joking around but even hearing the words made me nervous.

  That night I sank into her bare for the first time in what seemed like forever and I did not have to pull out. I was in Heaven. Tonight was our first step to starting a family.

  We made love four nights in a row and I emptied my balls as far up inside her as I could. Sometimes while we were fucking I'd remember Sam's cock fucking her or Ray's and I'd grow much harder and my orgasm would slam into me.

  The weekend rolled around and we went out for dinner to one of the extra nice steak houses down on The Strip and then after walked around the casino talking and enjoying each other. We stopped for a few drinks at the Bellagio piano bar and then walked some more. As we passed the black-jack tables Teresa stopped and looked at me, her eyes wide, her face white.

  “What?” I asked.

  She blinked, dumbfounded.

  “What?” I asked again.

  She took my arm and led me a few steps away and then circled around.

  “Look over my shoulder at that table by the palm tree and tell me who you see.”

  I followed her instructions as cool as possible and then there he was; Ray. Muscles even bigger than before, laughing as loud and joyfully as always, he sat with a group of people playing black-jack. Marcy was not with him but he still wore a wedding ring.

  “What do we do?” Teresa asked.

  I debated. We were having such a lovely time as a couple I wanted it to continue. On the other hand, we'd shared something intensely intimate with Ray and Marcy and I felt bonded and close to them. Teresa came around and looked beyond me at Ray and I studied her face. Her eyes roamed him slowly, pausing at his massive chest and arms. I knew she was remembering what it was like to be with him. Her face softened. It was obvious Teresa had very strong emotions regarding this man.