“So you were telling us about poly, uh, poly-mony,” said Joey with a smirk as he struggled with the pronunciation.
“It’s pronounced poly-am-ory,” replied Herman with a derisive snort. “And I wasn’t actually talking about it, it’s a personal matter.” Herman tried to hold himself upright with dignity, but he felt terrible for Arthur and couldn’t help feeling guilty about what was happening.
“Oh, do tell us,” chirped Eleanor timidly. “I am curious about it.” She glanced at her husband nervously. Arthur had made vague references to polyamory previously but they had never sat down and discussed it properly. She knew that this wasn’t the right time or place to discuss it and she felt a bit naughty encouraging Herman to talk about it with Joey in the room.
Herman gulped and glanced at Arthur inquisitively but Arthur just nodded his head slightly to give his acquiescence. He did want to broach the topic with his wife even though he felt weird doing it in front of this jerk Joey.
“Ok, well, polyamory is a type of relationship that acknowledges that people can have love for more than one other romantic partner,” said Herman.
“Chicks don’t dig it when you cheat on them usually,” brayed Joey crudely.
Herman rolled his eyes in response. “It’s not cheating, Joey. Everyone knows about the other partners and agrees to the relationships,” he said tightly.
“Yeah? That sounds good to me. Where do you meet chicks into that?” asked Joey skeptically.
“You don’t have a girlfriend at all, Joey?” asked Eleanor sympathetically.
“Nah, there’s this girl I met last time I was out here and we hook up sometimes,” said Joey rubbing his head uncomfortably. He seemed vulnerable for a moment and Eleanor’s heart went out to him. Then he slapped the top of his own head decisively as though to snap himself out of it and rolled his shoulders to relieve the tension. He turned to look Eleanor in the eye, “What do you think of this palimony? You want to share those boobies with some other guys besides your husband?” He gestured to Eleanor’s large breasts, protruding provocatively in her tight t-shirt and gripped his crotch suggestively.
“Don’t be a pig, Joey,” demanded Herman shrilly. Then he turned to Arthur, “Sorry about my cousin, Arthur. He isn’t house trained.”
Arthur sat silently with the blood draining from his face. Joey just guffawed and stared at Eleanor’s chest while he fondled himself.
Eleanor blushed cutely and covered her bosom with her hands self-consciously. “What is it with guys and breasts?” she stammered nervously. “They are just mammary glands. They are for feeding babies.”
“Well, large mammary glands were probably a sign of reproductive fitness and it would be adaptive for males to take note of that,” said Lester suddenly. Everyone stared at him in surprise and it was his turn to blush. “And, uh, maybe it’s not super helpful of me to point out right now,” he muttered, lowering his gaze to the floor in shame.
“Right, but this is modern world,” piped up Eleanor, her face burning hotly. “Boobs aren’t a necessity to raise babies, we have baby food now.”
“Yeah, you could feed some babies with those knockers alright,” said Joey, missing her point and rubbing his stiff phallus through his sweatpant as he stared at her chest.
“My god, Joey, don’t you feel weird about rubbing your thing in front of me like that?” exclaimed Eleanor finally. She stared at his large bulge as he handled himself and felt herself growing aroused at his brazen behavior. She wondered what it would feel like if he stuck that big thing into her. She wondered if Arthur would like to see that and the idea sent a thrill through her loins.
“Why, you want to rub it for me?” asked Joey, gripping his rod by the base and pointing it toward her lewdly. Eleanor’s eyes widened at the sight of Joey’s big dick outlined so clearly by his sweatpants and her mouth formed a charming “o” of surprise.
“Now cut that out!” croaked Arthur, his voice cracking with nervousness. His palms were sweaty with fear and excitement at this strange confrontation. “You can’t talk to my wife like that.”
“Hey, don’t piss yourself over there Art,” sneered Joey derisively. “Eleanor isn’t going faint at the sight of a cock, she’s a grown woman.” He looked over at Eleanor gazing at his member and chuckled. “Man, she can’t take her eyes off of it. Look at her.”
Eleanor pulled her eyes away and glanced at her husband guiltily. “Well you are swinging it around like a baseball bat, it’s kind of hard not to notice,” she said, forcing a laugh and trying to make light of the situation. But her pulse was racing and she could feel her vagina burning with arousal. She was sure she was sopping wet right now.
“Well it’s kind of hard not to notice your tits in that tight shirt,” responded Joey smartly. “If your husband doesn’t want guys waving their dicks at you, he shouldn’t let you out of the house dressed like that.”
“Uh, most guys can control their animal urges,” said Eleanor with a genuine chuckle. “You don’t see Lester whipping his penis around do you?”
“Wait, Lester has a penis?” asked Joey in mock amazement.
“Beside, Arthur asked me to dress like this,” added Eleanor quietly, avoiding her husband’s gaze.
“What, whaaa?” said Joey, sitting up straight and fixing Arthur with a penetrating stare. “Is that true, bro?”
“I’m not your, uh, bro,” mumbled Arthur, unable to meet Joey’s aggressive stare.
“But you aren’t denying it, neither,” said Joey gleefully.
“Joey, you are being an ass, stop it,” chided Herman weakly. He was surprised to hear that Arthur had encouraged Eleanor to dress this way too.
“Herman, look at Eleanor’s outfit, will you?” demanded Joey. “Look how short her skirt is, look how tight that t-shirt is. He’s trying to pimp his wife out to you nerds.”
Eleanor pulled at the hem of her skirt and smiled sickly at Herman and Lester as they looked her over and Arthur stared off into space, too mortified to speak.
“Oh man, I see what’s going on here, Eleanor,” laughed Joey. “Your hubby had you slut it up and brought you over to have Herman teach you about pulmonary sex, like a nerd orgy or something.”
“For christ’s sake, it’s called poly-amory, Joey,” screeched Herman in frustration.
“Whatever, dude,” said Joey solemnly holding up a hand toward Herman’s face. “Deny it, Arthur, I dare you.”
“I don’t know what you are even talking about,” muttered Arthur nervously, taken aback that his plan was so easily divined by this numbskull.
Eleanor carefully watched her husband’s reaction and it was painfully obvious that he was lying. She struggled to catch her breath as she considered the ramifications. Arthur had intended to find out if his friends Herman and Lester would find her attractive in this outfit and then have Herman carefully explain the rules of polyamory to her. Later on he probably planned to reintroduce the topic in order to gauge her interest. But with Joey here, things were clearly progressing much too fast for Arthur’s liking and of course, Arthur never planned on sharing her with a big threatening jock like Joey. He wanted to share her with his non-threatening milquetoast pals.
Joey shrewdly watched Eleanor thinking things over and then interrupted her reverie. “I see the wheels turning in that noggin of yours, Eleanor, you little slut.”
“No one has ever called me a slut,” gasped Eleanor in dismay.
“Yeah, probably cause you look like a nerd with those glasses and you don’t normally show off that smoking hot body of yours,” said Joey confidently, looking Eleanor’s body up and down with appreciation.
“Maybe we should just call it a night,” said Lester, standing up suddenly.
“Lester, sit the fuck down,” demanded Joey sharply and Lester complied instantly, falling back down comically. “Don’t you want to see Eleanor naked? Arthur came here offering his wife to you and Herman. Why you want to hurt her feelings and reject her like that?”
; “I didn’t, I’m not,” sputtered Arthur in confusion.
Eleanor held up her hand to forestall her husband’s protests. “Ok, Joey, just what makes you so sure that I am going to get naked?” she asked with a devilish smile.
“Shit, I could tell that by the look on your face just now when you realized what Arthur was up to,” said Joey leaning back in his seat confidently. “I could see that little sparkle in your eye. You are a straight up nerd slut. You would get down with these two for sure, but the question is, could you handle a real man like me?” and he gripped the huge bulge in his sweatpants for emphasis.
“Ah, you aren’t any more of a man than we are,” piped up Lester peevishly.
“Wow, Lester, way to stick up for yourself,” said Joey condescendingly. “I take it back, you are a real man too. But the question remains whether Eleanor is going to get down and dirty with me here or not.” Then he returned his attention to Eleanor.
She just giggled nervously under Joey’s intense gaze while Arthur shifted uncomfortably on the floor watching helplessly. “What’s the question again?” she asked.
“Here, look,” said Joey, clapping his hands together loudly and making everyone jump. He grinned at their reaction and rubbed his big callous palms together briskly. “Eleanor, stand up please and let us get a better look at you, will you?”
“You don’t have to,” offered Arthur meekly.
“She knows that,” snapped Joey sternly, shutting Arthur up. He gestured for Eleanor to stand up and she complied self-consciously. She stood before them with her hands folded in front of her. She noticed Lester and Herman looking her body over surreptitiously and the idea excited her.
“Now take your shirt off,” said Joey, licking his lips.
“Look here!” squawked Arthur indignantly. He felt that things were really getting out of control.
“Look where?” snarled Joey. “This is what you brought her over here for, isn’t it?”
“Not like this,” mumbled Arthur in confusion. He couldn’t believe this was happening. This wasn’t how he pictured things going at all.
“Don’t be mean to Arty,” pouted Eleanor defiantly. “I won’t do anything he doesn’t want me to do.”
“Ellie, you know he wants you to do it,” said Joey soothingly. “He just can’t admit it.”
Eleanor looked at her husband quizzically and bit her lip in consternation. She could tell what he was thinking. He wouldn’t mind her stripping if Joey wasn’t around. Joey wasn’t supposed to be part of the picture. Yet, here he was, wagging his big dick around and taking control of the whole situation. Eleanor found herself attracted to the sheer wrongness of stripping for Joey. It would be a deep affront to Arthur for his wife to strip for the same sort of dumb jock that used to cause him such grief. And yet, she yearned to do it. She wanted Joey to take control of her and put his dick in her while Arthur sat and watched. As she looked at her husband, she wondered if Arthur would get off on it too. She found it very odd that he hadn’t protested more so far. She decided to test the waters and see how upset Arthur would get.
“How about if I just take my shirt off?” Eleanor asked Arthur meekly.
“It’s too weird with him here,” said Arthur, nodding toward Joey, his heart racing.
“Is it?” asked Eleanor shakily. “Let’s just see.” And she went ahead and stripped her t-shirt off and stood there topless except for her bra. Lester and Herman’s eyes bulged out of there heads as they stared at her breasts, barely constrained by her lacy bra. She fought the urge to cross her arms over her bosom and she turned and jutted her chest out for Joey to see. “What do you think, Joey?” she asked, slightly abashed.
“Aww, yeah,” he laughed raucously. “I knew you were a slut. A nerd with a great rack, you can’t hold her back.” He tugged unconsciously on his cock while he ogled her pale, quivering cleavage.
Eleanor glanced at her husband as he sat there gaping like a fish out of water. The fact that he didn’t jump up and shout told her all she needed to know. “What do you think of my boobs, Lester? Am I signalling reproductive fitness?” she asked coyly. Then she bent down so that Lester could get a better look and shimmied her shoulders seductively.
Herman laughed in spite of himself and then bit his tongue when Arthur glared at him.
“Heh, yeah, wow,” said Lester, his forehead beading up with sweat. “Very fit, yes,” he stammered. “I think my glasses are going to get steamed up.”
“Quit teasing the dork and come here,” said Joey, jumping lithely to his feet and grabbing Eleanor in his arms forcefully.
“Omigod, Joey, what are you doing?” she squealed, giggling madly. She enjoyed the feeling of him crushing her slightly in his arms. He was acting out his primal urges and it stoked her desire for him.
“I’m taking charge now,” grunted Joey, reaching behind her and unsnapping her bra with alacrity.
“Oh no, you mustn’t,” she protested weakly, trying to hold her bra on and looking at her husband earnestly. Arthur had a visible bulge in his pants at this point and she felt confident that he was enjoying this little show in spite of himself.
“You know you want it,” mumbled Joey, tossing her bra aside and grasping her soft white orbs in his rough, calloused hands. He pinched her tender pink nipples and they grew stiff under his fingers, eliciting a gentle gasp from Eleanor. She reached down reflexively and gripped his boner protruding shamelessly through his sweatpants. His penis was thick and amazingly firm and she squeezed it with delightful anticipation.
“Joey, this is so fucked up,” gasped Herman, watching in fascination as his cousin molested his best friend’s wife and she gripped his dong eagerly in response.
“I know, I never fucked a guy’s wife in front of him before,” cackled Joey. “You see that Arthur, she didn’t waste any time getting ahold of my dick, did she?”
“Ellie, what are you doing?” whined Arthur as his wife tugged on Joey’s rod.
“It’s just so big and hard,” explained Eleanor, vaguely conscious that her eloquence was decaying as her mind became clouded with lust. She started gently tugging on Joey’s penis through his sweatpants while he ran his hands over her soft smooth flesh greedily. He bent over and started sucking lustily on her nipples. Eleanor’s cheeks were flushed deep red as she stood there being violated by this ruffian in front of her husband and his friends. Her pussy was sopping wet with yearning.
“Big and hard,” repeated Arthur stupidly, his penis unaccountably stiffening further at the sight of his wife tugging on this animal’s gonads.
Joey took a break from sucking Eleanor’s nipples and grasped her breasts in his hands. He pointed her nipples at Lester playfully. “Lester, can you believe the tits on this chick? Look at these bad boys.”
“Yes, I already said, she’s very fit,” responded Lester feeling his own penis stiffen at the sight of Eleanor’s luscious boobs.
“Let me see this ass,” demanded Joey, yanking Eleanor’s skirt and panties down to her knees forcefully. She gasped in surprise as her bush and bare ass were suddenly exposed for all to see. “That’s like a white girl version of a bubble butt,” exclaimed Joey gleefully. He bent down to peer at her round white buttocks and spanked one sharply in appreciation.
“Ow,” exclaimed Eleanor cutely. She liked how he took liberties with her and pulled on his penis more insistently.
“You are being quite rough with her,” complained Lester, shocked and aroused at the site of Eleanor’s naked body.
“Treat a lady like a whore and a whore like a lady, my friend,” said Joey with a smile. He turned her to the side forcibly and uncouthly slid his hand over her soft pale belly and then down between her legs. “Oh god,” she gasped as his finger probed her crotch and clumsily simulated her clitoris.
“But, but,” stammered Arthur, his cock throbbing in his pants while he looked on with a turbid mix of humiliation and arousal. He was sickened at the sight of this beast cavorting with his woman, but it was someho
w much hotter than he imagined it would be. Joey really was more macho acting than Herman or Lester and it was exciting to watch this brutish monkey take control of his wife.
“Honey, just, I don’t know, maybe you should masterbate while you watch,” said Eleanor distantly as she kicked her panties and skirt aside and spread her legs slightly so that Joey could finger her more easily. She grabbed the waist of Joey’s sweatpants and yanked them down to his knees and his massive phallus came popping out and poked her in the stomach. She reached down and cupped his huge hairy balls in one hand while she slide her hand up and down the smooth skin of his shaft. “My god, look how big his testicles are!” she exclaimed turning to her husband in amazement. “They are enormous!”
“Yeah, that’s right,” said Joey smugly, spanking her ass again playfully for emphasis while she tugged his junk and he fingered her in mutual genital manipulation.
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