by Lexi Archer
I looked for any sort of reaction from my wife. The only thing I saw on her face was arousal. Pure, unadulterated, arousal and lust, which in turn fueled my own arousal and lust. She looked him up and down and I saw her breathing quicken, her mouth drop open, her eyes widen, and her legs even subconsciously spread slightly as her eyes met the giant monster between his legs.
Holy fuck was this turning me on!
His hand moved out again, only this time instead of touching my wife’s tits he instead cupped her face. He ran it along Megan’s cheek until it was pressing against her gorgeous lips. I watched with an uncontrollable mix of lust and arousal as she opened her mouth and sucked his massive thumb into her lips, running it back and forth as she stared him in the eyes looking for all the world like she was sucking a massive cock. It brought to mind just a few minutes ago when she'd been running her lips over my own cock, only now it looked like he was the one who was going to get to enjoy that pleasure.
Not that I minded. No, not at all. Of course there was still a role to play.
“Get away from my wife!”
He looked down at me. “Tough guy isn’t so tough now, huh?”
He looked back to my wife and continued thrusting his thumb in and out of her mouth. She was still staring at him, and was that a moan I heard escaping her lips?
“Yeah you look like you know how to use that mouth baby. But I’ve got better ideas about where you can use it. First things first though.”
He pulled up and I did let out a yell this time as I felt like my hair was on the verge of being yanked out entirely.
"Damn Michael! Go easy!"
Both of them looked at me as though I was an idiot, but Michael also had the good grace to smile sheepishly after a moment.
"Sorry man," he muttered. "Guess I got a little carried away."
"No problem," I said.
His face hardened again. “You two look like you’re about to have a little fun. Where’s the party?”
“Down in the basement,” Megan said as she pulled her lips off of his thumb with an audible pop. Her chest was positively heaving as she looked at him.
“Then let’s go, but I need you to do something for me baby,” he said.
“What?”
“You look like a girl who’s into some Fifty Shades shit. Go get your chains or handcuffs or whatever you have,” he said. “We need to tie hubby down before we get to our fun.”
Megan swayed back and forth for a moment and then a smile spread across her face. She turned and made her way upstairs to where I knew she had some silk ropes and other things from our brief dalliance with bondage put away. That brief experimentation hadn't turned into anything major, but I was more than happy that we at least had the supplies if they were going to be used tonight!
Michael released my hair, no need for the play acting when Megan wasn't around to see, and we made our way down the stairs. Michael took in the basement and smiled when he saw the setup on the table.
"Looks like the party started without me," he said.
"You have no idea man," I replied. It was weird talking with him like this when we'd been deep in the fantasy scenario just moments ago. "If you hadn't gotten here when you did it might've been lights out."
"Glad I made it when I did then," he said with a chuckle. "And I want to check one last time. You sure you're okay with this? Last chance to back out."
"Oh I'm okay with this," I said. "I'm so okay with this!"
"Fair enough," he said.
A moment later I heard footsteps on the stairs and Megan appeared. The first thing I saw was her long tanned legs, then her glorious ass, and finally the rest of her amazing figure encased in that sheer nightie that was so mouth watering and boner inducing. God she was so hot. I couldn’t believe what was happening, that I wasn’t going to be the one to enjoy that outfit tonight.
Time to get back into the act.
“I won’t let you fuck my wife,” I said.
Michael picked right up where we'd left off, glancing over to Megan before turning back to me. “I don’t think you’re in a position to tell me what to do,” Michael said. “But don’t you worry. The only one who’s gonna let me fuck your wife is your wife.”
“She’d never agree to fuck a monster like you,” I said.
He raised an eyebrow as I stared at him, hoping that my eyes were conveying every ounce of hate I was supposed to be feeling for him in the moment, though inside I was filled with a mix of lust and gratitude as he was about to fuck my wife.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he said.
He shoved me down onto the couch and I landed with a grunt. Megan saw the little interplay and rolled her eyes, but didn't comment. Apparently she was having a difficult time walking the line between going along with the act and thinking about how ridiculous it all was as well.
I licked my lips as I saw what she had in her hands. A couple of pairs of rope bondage things I’d bought a few years back. The rope had been sitting gathering dust in the back of my nightstand drawer this entire time, like I said BDSM turned out to not really be our thing, but damn was I glad to have them now.
“Yeah, now that’s more like it,” Michael said. “Now to find something to tie him to.”
He looked around the room and his attention fell on a wood chair sitting off in the corner. I’d brought it down from the kitchen a couple of years ago to help change a light bulb, and I’d never bothered to bring it back up despite all the times Megan had complained about it sitting there gathering dust.
“Go sit in that chair,” he said.
I glared at him and didn’t move. He raised his fist and I flinched. At least I tried to flinch. I wasn't sure how convincing the act was. Either way he chuckled so it got the point across.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. “Now go sit in the damn chair.”
I picked up the chair, scooted it from the wall a little bit, and sat.
“No, that’s not going to do at all. Come over here where you can watch.”
Michael gestured to a spot between the wide couch and the massive television against one wall. So I pulled the chair over and sat in front of the couch where I had a much better viewing angle of the coming festivities, let me tell you. Michael moved around behind me. He gestured for Megan to come over and a moment later I felt the ropes being wrapped around my wrists.
"Now do me a favor and tie hubby up for me baby," Michael said.
Megan winked again as she moved behind me and started tying the ropes. Not too tight, but they were still a little uncomfortable. Not that I was in a position to notice anything in the way of comfort. No, not with my cock as hard as a diamond. The only thing I could think of was her in that negligee. Was Michael feeling up her tit earlier. It was driving me wild, and a little discomfort from some ropes wasn't going to get in the way of that arousal.
Michael stood and looked me up and down with his hands on his hips, admiring Megan's handiwork. He grinned down at me and then moved to sit on the couch. He turned back and looked at me tied to the chair and chuckled.
“Not bad,” he said. “Not half bad at all.”
“Fuck you,” I said.
“You’re not going to fuck me,” he said. “But someone from this house is. Get over here.”
He punctuated and the last part of that sentence by patting the couch next to him. Megan hesitated, looking down at me and then back up at Michael.
“What if I don’t?” Megan asked in a quiet voice but with a smile on her face that said she was clearly playing along with the game we'd devised between us.
Michael smiled and shook his head. “Nothing. We part friends. But that’s not going to happen and you know it. Now get over here.”
He’d started running a finger up and down the length of his cock. A rather impressive length judging from the way his hardness pressed out from his dress pants.
Megan took a step towards the couch. I groaned. This was crazy. Being held back like this was driving me insa
ne. She sat down next to Michael and one of his hands wrapped around her shoulders. He looked over to me as his massive muscular chocolate arm moved around positioning his hand right on top of my wife’s tits. He grinned. He knew exactly what he was doing and he wanted to make sure I witnessed every minute of it. Of course he knew I wanted to witness every minute of it. He was acting like a dominant asshole, but the move was also my friend doing a nice thing for me and giving me a good view. It was a weird juxtaposition.
His hand moved down inside her lingerie again. The material was thin enough that I could clearly make out her nipples, and I could even make out his hand as it cupped her tits. His other hand moved out and a moment later there was a gentle swish and Megan’s nightie was pulled to the side, the thin material moving with a quiet whisper as he yanked and her perfect tits bouncing slightly as he pulled them free.
Megan pressed her back and tits up, arched her neck, and her mouth opened as a gasp escaped her lips.
Then her tits were exposed to the room. Exposed to this man who was taking my wife. Her nipples were rock hard points pressing out, begging to be touched. And it looked like Michael was more than happy to oblige her, his hands trembling with desire as they closed over her milky white tits.
He leaned over, then down, and his head replaced his hands. I heard a slurping sound that left no doubt in my mind. He was sucking on my wife’s tits, tits that had been my personal playground up until this moment, tits that I very much wanted to share with him even as we acted like that was the last thing in the world I wanted to happen, and she was starting to breathe heavily, starting to moan at the contact.
As he continued his oral assault on her tits one of his hands moved down to cup her pussy. Once again she seemed more than happy to accommodate. Her legs opened wide, and I could see the outline of her pussy through the thin material of the thong bottoms she wore with her lingerie. And then his finger was running along her pussy lips through that thin material. Megan’s quiet gasps quickly turned to loud moans as his finger moved up and down her pussy lips, rubbing against her and pressing his fingers into her delicious folds.
I tried to get comfortable in the chair, but it was hard with my cock straining out like it was. I stared as the culmination of this fantasy we'd discussed over the past week, the culmination of all the planning Michael and I did, came together in one hot fucking scene before me! The combination of the pot, alcohol, and the muscles on Michael were too much. Megan was gone. I knew that look on her face. Once she was this turned on there was no coming back. Not that I'd want to come back from this delicious place we'd gone to. It was usually a look I reveled in because it meant I was about to get a world-class fucking, but in this case it meant somebody else was getting a world-class fucking.
Despite that I was still feeling the same heat. The same fire I’d be feeling if I was the one about to get fucked. Meanwhile as I was on fire with no way of relieving myself, probably a good thing considering my cock was already on a hair trigger, the show continued before me.
Apparently just feeling her pussy wasn’t enough for Michael. He pulled his head away from my wife’s tits and went to wrap his hand around her wrist. A wrist that looked positively miniscule in comparison to his hands. He took her hand and moved it until her delicate fingers were running along the edge of his cock. Holy shit. My wife had her hands on some other guy’s dick.
Well, she had her hands on some other guy’s dick through the material of his pants, but it was still closer than she’d been to any man other than me in years. My hands were white against the chair as I watched her explore this forbidden territory.
“Yeah baby, feel that cock,” he said. “You like that don’t you?”
Megan bit her lip and looked between Michael and me. Again I could see the arousal on her face plainly warring with her desire to play at being the good wife even if that's the last thing she wanted to do in the moment. No, it was part of the act. Part of the fantasy for her. To put up a good show for her husband. It was obvious that arousal was very quickly winning the battle as her hand continued its exploration of his massive cock through his pants.
“You like that cock, don’t you?”
Still Megan hesitated, trying to give up some token resistance. Very flimsy token resistance, but still.
“Tell me you want it,” Michael said.
“It’s so big,” Megan whispered.
“Do you want to feel that cock in you?”
A whisper as she stared transfixed at his cock. “Yes.”
That seemed to be all the encouragement Michael needed. He reached down and I heard the sound of his zipper moving down, then he was undoing the buttons on his pants and shimmying down. He wore a pair of jet black boxers underneath that was an interesting counterpoint to his brown skin. His cock sprang up as soon as his shorts were down.
A gasp.
I’m not sure if the gasp came from me, from my wife, or maybe from both of us. Either way his cock was definitely worth a gasp. Michael definitely wasn't a slouch in the cock department, maybe an inch bigger than me, though I wouldn't exactly say that he was hung like a race horse or anything like that. It didn't look like anything she'd have any trouble taking based on her past experience, is what I'm saying.
“Touch it,” Michael said.
He leaned back on the couch and spread his massive arms wide, one going behind my wife and one on the back of my couch. He turned and made eye contact with me as Megan reached down and wrapped her hands around his cock through the thin material of his boxers. It looked like they were made of silk or something. He grinned as he maintained eye contact, not wanting me to miss a moment of my wife wrapping her hand around his cock. I would've smiled back at him, but I was too busy staring at that spot where she was touching another man.
I didn’t want to miss a moment. It was wrong. I should be angry. I should be struggling at my bonds. Instead I was staring with rapt attention at the scene playing out before me. I'd made peace with this fantasy long ago, and this was just the culmination of that peace. A culmination that I never thought would actually happen since it would require Megan to play along, but here we were and it was so fucking hot!
For her part, Megan seemed completely oblivious to anything in the room other than her hand and Michael’s cock. She was completely lost to the world, lost to me as she ran her hand up and down the shaft a couple of times, hesitantly exploring its length and girth.
It was an odd interplay in my basement home theater room. Me with my attention on Megan with her hand around Michael's cock exploring through his boxers. Megan with her attention only on his cock, and him leaning back on my couch staring at me with a stupid and decidedly out of character grin. He couldn't do that for long though. He turned back to Megan, to bear witness to actually having my beautiful wife jerking him off. Practically jerking him off.
“Pull it out baby,” he said.
There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation on Megan’s part this time. She slipped her fingers under his waistband and his cock sprang free. And even though I'd had this fantasy for so long, even though I'd made peace with it, at the same time as I looked at a real cock springing free in front of my wife for the first time I felt a mixture of anxiety and arousal as I realized my wife was going to take that thing inside her. It's like the fantasy and the reality of seeing it right in front of me were two very different things, but at the same time I was still so turned on that it's not like I was going to stop it.
“Wrap those little white fingers around my cock baby, yeah like that.”
Megan seemed more than happy to comply with his request. She wrapped both hands around his shaft and started jerking her hands up and down. He threw his head back and groaned as my gorgeous wife’s petite white hands moved up and down his dark cock.
“Now suck on the head,” he said.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He was ordering my wife around like she was his little slave, and she seemed more than happy to go along with his game. Of cours
e it really was a game, wasn't it? A game where he was taking things past the point of no return. Jerking his cock, sitting there next to him on the couch with his hands on her tits, and about to put her mouth on his cock? Talk about an image I was going to remember forever. We'd be crossing the ultimate line. My work buddy, masquerading as some criminal on a home invasion spree, would be penetrating my wife.
And so it was with a mix of anxiety and arousal that I watched her glance to me, look to Michael, then open her mouth as she moved her pretty face down to wrap her lips around his cockhead. He stared at me as her mouth wrapped around him, a huge grin on his face. He reached down and gathered her hair until he held a ponytail that helped to give me an unobstructed view as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and also gave him a handhold as she started bobbing up and down on his dick.
Good man.
I stared in rapt fascination at that spot where my wife’s gorgeous lips were wrapped around his cock. Watched the way she was enthusiastically bobbing her head and her lips around just the head of his cock as though she was testing the waters. Getting used to how it felt, how it tasted in her mouth. And why not? It was the first cock other than mine to invade her mouth ever as far as I knew. I was pretty sure none of the guys who'd dated her before we got together ever got that far.
“Yeah baby, that’s it. Suck that cock,” Michael said.
Megan moved down with her mouth wrapped around his cock, her tits swaying beautiful points where her lingerie had been pulled aside.
As I watched he started moving his hand down, pressing her down on his cock. She hated it when I did that, and judging from the way she tried to pull up and resist his hand she didn’t particularly care for it when Michael was the one doing it either, but he held her hair in the same firm grip I’d felt on my own head just minutes ago. I knew how powerful, how insistent that grip was. And now Megan was getting it full force.
I held my breath, wondering if this was going to be the end of our fun. If this was going too far. If she wouldn't care for the whole alpha male thing to go to the point that he was actually sort of forcing her down on his cock. Would this be the end of our fun before it started, or would his instincts be right and she'd be into it? It was so hard to tell.