My Wife Needs a Real Man

by Jaime Thorne

  The third naked man was willing to give that to her, stepping up and filling her mouth with his cock while she was lying on the table.

  She was filled at both ends, overcome by the two of them. The men both fucked into her as she lay there as a passive participant for the most part.

  Her hands would flail out, reaching and feeling for more. She couldn't get enough of this and she wanted everything she could take.

  But the man she had just drained collapsed into a nearby chair to watch and opened another beer. I had no doubt that while he was not a one and done sort of man he would need time to recharge.

  The only clothed man in the place aside from me stayed off to one side, he still slowly drank her beer while looking at her with intensity and arousal. This man was the boss and he was in charge, he would have her but he would have her on his schedule and not her own.

  The table they had put her on had wheels and the men amused themselves by timing their thrusts to send her sliding back and forth between them. The three naked men had an uproarious laugh at the sight of that, the boss kept silent and watched.

  This wasn't enough for either of these men. They could fuck her and have her but they couldn't have her fully. They needed more from her and that was clear so the man at her mouth pulled back and the man between her legs lifted her up, holding her to his body and hovering in the air as she gasped and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

  “More,” she cried out once again, “I need more!”

  The man who had been in her mouth was willing to accommodate, stepping up to sandwich her between his hard body and the body of the man who was holding her. I watched his hips shift and her eyes went wide as he pressed against her.

  Naomi didn't really like anal. We'd done it once or twice but it was one of the few things that were on the list we usually reserved for special occasions.

  It wasn't that it hurt, she'd clarified to me, more that it just doesn't feel amazing like sex does. Having you inside of my pussy is a whole experience, I can feel all of your shaft.

  But my ass is only sensitive at the entrance, she had gone on, the rest of it feels kind of hollow.

  It seems like a waste of a good cock, she'd wrapped up. I wasn't enough of a fan to press her on it.

  But there were no protests from her as he slipped inside of her back door. She took him fully and moaned all the same and I realized in an instant a truth about that and a truth about all of this, about this whole encounter.

  It wasn't about making her cum.

  Not for them or for her, that wasn't the goal and that wasn't what she got out of it. Sex between her and I was all about her cascading orgasms, I couldn't get enough of the beautiful sight of her body transcendent with pleasure.

  She had told me that I was the exception and not the rule, at least as far as her previous lovers had gone. Her old exes were all of a kind, hard and masculine men like this, usually found in shops that she worked.

  And they had been selfish and greedy lovers, chasing after their own pleasure while leaving her unfulfilled. My inclination to look after her needs first had been a pleasant shock, and one that she had embraced fully and had used to guide her to know that I would be more than a nice change, that a real relationship would be worth pursuing with me.

  But I had long sensed that she had idly mused about her old life. That there was a part of her that craved the careless ignorance of her old lovers. That craved their selfishness and wanted to taste it again.

  What she was receiving here from these men was something that I could never give to her. They were cruel greedy and she was feeding off of it, using it to satisfy an urge that she couldn't find anywhere else.

  So this display was undoubtedly alluring to her, playing into a need within her body that she hated but loved all the same. She was using them for her own ends, being used by them to satisfy a need and a craving that had been somewhere deep inside of her crying out for relief the whole time that she was with me.

  What she was getting here from them was necessary for her. And if I was to love her I had to love all of her. I had to know that this was what she wanted.

  But watching her bouncing between these two men I saw her body trembling and shaking. I saw her beauty cruelly exposed and saw her in a new light.

  It wasn't a bad thing, it was a different dimension to the multifaceted woman that I had tied my life to and it made me ask myself a question that I realized had gone unanswered for a long time.

  What did I want?

  The jealous monster inside of me wanted to horde her greedily close. It told me that she was betraying me and betraying our vows of fidelity. It told me that these men were having something that only I should have, and only that last statement could I question.

  She was cheating on me and breaking our vows, I couldn't deny that. But these men were not having anything that I could or had had from her.

  They had her body and that need inside of her. They had a different facet of my Naomi.

  But I had her soul and her heart. Our time together was, in fact, no less sullied by this. I remained true to her and she hadn't denied me an ounce of what I wanted from her. I still had my wife in all the ways that I knew her.

  And now I had a new side of her to love an enjoy.

  Not take physical pleasure in myself, because I could never be in the position they were in and I could never feed this devil inside of her. But I could take other pleasure from her. I could take the pleasure of watching this side of her come out. I could take the pleasure of watching them use her and that was a different pleasure undoubtedly, but it was no less intense than the pleasure I had with her before.

  It might even have been more intense.

  I found my hands moving automatically, undoing my belt and my zipper and ducking a hand inside of them. I found my cock and stroked it while I watched her filled in both holes by them. As I watched her body shake with pleasure while they took her but had her climax denied. I watched and I stroked but I didn't let myself finish.

  Because I never finished first, not until she'd cum at least once.

  The man holding her did the majority of the moving, his strong hands gripping her body while his arms bounced her up and down on their cocks. The man behind her, the one who had himself buried in her ass, thrust his hips slightly, but it was clearly evident that he was on the verge of cumming and he focused most of his attentions on grasping and playing with her breasts while his cock plunged in and out of her asshole with the movements of the other man.

  Naomi was nearly limp with pleasure, her feet would twitch and her head would loll, rocking back and forth from burying itself in the shoulder of the man in front and muffling her screams of pleasure on his skin to laying back over the shoulder of the man behind her and crying out so loud that her voice echoed through the space.

  Both men were close now and they locked eyes and nodded. They lifted her up and off of themselves and she let out a low, “No,” but they didn't deny her for long. They pushed her to her feet and stroked themselves in front of her.

  She opened her mouth wantonly, her eyes coming to life as she saw them towering above her. The man who had fucked her from behind came first, stepping up in front of her and erupting all over her tongue. She held his seed in her mouth while the other took his place and let himself cum, the seed mixing in her mouth as she held it open and then closed it to greedily swallow down every last drop.

  The spent men turned away from her, the whole thing an elaborate dance as she turned herself to the boss who was only now stirring from his spot on the wall. She slipped gracefully as a dancer to her feet, her skin glistening with the sweat of her exertion as she crossed and pressed herself against him then pushed her lips forward to kiss this last man.

  But he grabbed her hair and tugged her back, his voice a low and angry growl as his eyes flashed and he warned her, “I'm not fucking kissing you slut. Not after you've taken three loads in the mouth.”

  He pushed her back and she stum
bled but recovered, flying forward and hands moving to undress him without being asked.

  “I'm sorry Sir I didn't think,” she said, slipping his overalls over his shoulder and revealing his bare chest, “I'll be better Sir I swear. I'll make it up to you. I'll make it up to you.”

  She kissed his chest instead and pushed his overalls down, revealing a body that was bare of anything else. He was cut and firm, each muscle defined and tense and she fell to her knees as the largest cock I'd ever seen was revealed to me.

  She moved forward to attack it with hunger but his hand snatched out to grab her hair and keep her hovering just away from her. He held her just out of reach of her present and she moaned and begged for him with guttural and animalistic sounds, moans and mewls that asked him to release her.

  “Such a hungry slut,” he said idly, “If you want to taste my cock you're going to have to work for it. Get a chair and bring it over. You're going to ride me first because when you put your lips on my cock I want you to taste your juices and now how turned on you are to have another mans cock inside of you.”

  She moved quickly, grabbing a chair and bringing it over to him with eager abandon. He sat down in it and she straddled him without question, falling on him and taking him deep inside of her as she sighed with relief.

  “Always surprised at how tight you are,” he said, grasping her breasts roughly and bending low to hover his mouth above them, “No matter how many times we fuck you, you're just as tight as that first time I had you bent over the desk in my office during your interview.”

  She bounced on him and cried out with pleasure, he went on talking to her and to the room at loud.

  “You were so full of spirit that day,” he said with a smile, “So eager to please. You wanted this job so bad and when I joked that you'd have to get on your knees to get it you shifted so quickly, so fucking angry about my innocent suggestion.”

  He bent low and tasted her breasts, she grasped and pulled him into them and hissed with pleasure as his hands came around to squeeze her tight ass.

  “But I could see it even then,” he said, “That spark in your eyes that told me you wanted it anyways. Hubby doesn't treat you like we do and you need it don't you slut? Hubby doesn't treat you like the whore you know you are?”

  “No he doesn't,” she moaned out, feeling his hand slip around to tease his fingers at the bud of her asshole.

  “You gave it up so easy,” he mocked, “Told me that you'd do anything to get the job and got on your knees just like that. You swallowed me whole like the whore that you are and then it was you that bent over my desk and hiked up that slutty little skirt and begged me to fuck you. Isn't that the way it went?”

  “Yes Sir!” she cried out, “I needed it!”

  “Not the job right?” he said, plunging his finger into her asshole and letting herself fuck her body on both his finger and cock with each bounce, “No you did it because you needed to be fucked like this. You needed to be used like this. That's why when Jimmy found us in the office after work that first week you took him without even having to be asked. You took him because you wanted to and wanted to get fucked by two men at the same time. You like to be used like this.”

  “Yes Sir!” she shouted, her body higher, “I like it when you use me!”

  He tensed and I saw his hand gripping her hip, feeling her rhythm on him as she moved her gorgeous body up and down.

  “You're going to love what comes next then slut,” he said, “You know this is your favorite part.”

  “Yes Sir!” she said, her voice husky with need, “You know that I love it!”

  “Tell me,” he said to her, “Tell me what's going to happen.”

  “You're going to cum in me,” she said, her voice hungry with delight, “You're going to fill me up and I'm going to keep fucking you. I'm going to fuck you right through it and you're going to fill me with your hot fucking cum.

  “And then I'm going to keep going until you're ready to cum again. Because once is never enough for you Sir! Because you're never satisfied unless you cum twice!”

  “That's right slut,” he grunted, his hips bucking up to meet her movement, “I hope you're fucking ready to take it.”

  “Yes Sir!” she shouted, her voice wild, “Yes Sir cum in me! Fill me up with your hot fucking seed! Cum in me and make me work for it! I want one and then another! Oh god, Sir, I can feel it! Oh god, I can feel it filling me up! Oh, it's so fucking hot, it's burning me up! Oh yes cum in me! Yes, Sir! YES!”

  She went wild on him, pounding herself onto him as he unloaded inside of her. He filled her with his cum and just like she said he didn't stop. She didn't stop either, continuing to ride him as he stayed achingly hard throughout it.

  “Does hubby give you this?” he mocked, my heart aching a bit as my hand shuffled up and down my shaft, “Does hubby fuck you like this?”

  “No Sir!” she confessed, “Nothing like this! I need this fucking Sir! I need this fucking release!”

  He pulled his finger from her ass and used both hands to grasp her waist. He lifted her above him and pounded up into her. She bounced and jiggled on him, losing herself to him while the three others watched with bemused amusement.

  They'd all seen this before. They'd seen her lose herself like this and seen their boss take her. They'd seen all of this but it was just as engaging as the first time.

  “You want to know the truth slut?” he asked her, “The truth is I would have given you the job even if you hadn't done all of this. I would have given you the job because you've got a good reputation and you were a good asset and it would be fun having some eye candy around the shop. But you knew that, didn't you. You knew right from the moment you got on your knees that you didn't need to. You got on your knees because you wanted to. You fucked me because you needed to. You fucked all of us because in your heart you're a slutty little whore. A slutty little cheating whore. Aren't you?”

  “Yes Sir!” she cried out, “I knew it the whole time and I did it anyway because I need this and I need you! I need all of you to fuck me like this! I need all of you to use me like this! I need it, Sir! Oh fuck, I need you to treat me like a cheating whore!”

  “Then get on your knees slut,” he growled, “I'm going to paint your face with my cum.”

  She bounced off of him and fell to her knees. Her legs were weak with the pleasure they had given to her but she tilted her face to him when he rose above her.

  His hand gripped her head and held her still. His other hand jerked his cock and he threw his head back and roared as he exploded.

  Time and again and again. Thick and white milky ropes coated her face and dripped down her chin. He coated her with it until only patches of skin were visible beneath the thick slick saltiness of his cum. He finished and stepped back with a laugh, looking down on her.

  “Good look on you,” he said, “Definitely suits a cheating whore like you. Me and the boys are going to go do the usual and leave you to your thing slut, we all know what you like to do when we're finished with you. We're going to clean up and then I expect you in the locker room to blow and dress each one of us before we go. Is that clear?”

  “Yes Sir,” she said, her voice gasping as her body trembled.

  The men left her then, alone and abandoned on the dirty floor, her body coated in sweat and cum and trembling for release.

  The moment the door to the locker room closed she fell back and her hand slipped between her legs with desperation. I'd seen this look on her when I'd played dom and she'd played sub, she was aching to cum and working with determination.

  Eyes closed and face bent with concentration. Hand working on her sex between her legs as she chased her climax.

  I don't know why I moved, but I did.

  I pushed myself up and walked quietly over to her. I stood over her but she was so overcome that she didn't notice me and didn't notice when I fell down to my knees before her and dipped my head between her thighs.

  I could feel her body te
nse as I touched her and I could feel her give a gasp of surprise and my hands snaked out and grasped her thighs. I pulled her into me and held her tight, my tongue working over her clit quickly as she trembled and then gave in to the pleasure I was giving to her.

  I focused on her, on the pleasure I knew she needed. My cock was aching but this wasn't about me and it wasn't about the men who had just fucked her. This was about my wife and her needs. This was about making her happy.

  Leaving nothing out I gave her every one of my best moves. Touching and tasting her and quickly making her gasp and beg with quiet words for more.

  I could feel it coming, her undeniable and desperate climax. I shifted to long licks up and down her slit, a favorite move to make her cum hard and fast and intense.

  And I had my tongue right over her whole when I felt her tense with relief. I pushed forward and closed my lips around her and sucked her into my mouth slightly and I felt her tense and buck against me.

  Her sex contracted and a gush of hot saltiness flooded my mouth. Then I remembered the first load of her boss and realized that it was his seed on my tongue, his seed in my mouth.

  My brain worked automatically, my body following unconsciously. I sucked greedily at her and swallowed hard, feeding my own pleasure on the knowledge of what he had done to her and drinking down every drop. My body suffused with it, my lips and tongue-tingling with his saltiness. I trembled as she finished, reaching a hand in my pants to squeeze my cock and keep me from cumming and ruining my pants.

  I fell back gasping, my eyes locking with hers for the first time. I saw her stare at me with tears in her eyes as she knew that I had seen everything, that I had witnessed first hand her infidelity.

  “I know,” I whispered quietly, quiet enough the men wouldn't hear us, “I know and I understand. I saw it and I know what they did to you. I know that you wanted it.”

  “I'm sorry,” she said, “I just... It was like I couldn't help myself.”

  “Naomi,” I replied quietly, my heart full of love for my beautiful wife, “You needed it. I know you needed it and I know...”