PIMPING MY WIFE
Author's Note: This story is based on an interview I conducted a few years ago with a married couple who had asked to join the local chapter of our religious group. I have been in charge of recruiting and admission for more than twelve years, and during that time I've heard many interesting descriptions of the lifestyles of the interviewees, but this one has always been firmly lodged in my brain. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed listening to it and then writing this story.
I've written it from the viewpoint of the husband, since I know the preponderance of my readers are male, and they will be better able to identify with the situation if I present it like that.
As always, of course, all names have been changed to protect the guilty.
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Julie and I have known each other most of our lives, since we were both born and raised in a city that has a current population of not much more than 7,000 people. Probably because her house was just a block away from ours, and we went to the same schools and were members of the same classes, I don't remember a time when the two of us didn't know each other.
We started going steady when we were sophomores in high school, and when we were juniors we had our first "sexual encounter," in the current mode of referring to that sort of thing. Luckily for us, Julie always insisted that I had to wear a rubber when we screwed, which meant we weren't faced with a shotgun wedding, like some of our friends.
When we graduated high school, we both enrolled in a local community college and our relationship kept rolling along. Then, after we got our Associate degrees, we decided what we had with each other was for real, and told our parents we were going to get married so we could live together when we moved to a four-year college to get our Bachelor degrees. I think both sets of parents had been expecting that from us, and they approved our union. So, during the summer we celebrated our 20th birthdays, we got married.
The college we chose was in our home state of Colorado, which meant we'd be reasonably close to home in case we needed to visit our families, but another reason we chose it was that we were offered scholarships that paid our tuition, as well as gave us access to subsidized housing on the campus.
Those reasons were important, of course, but the main reason we chose that particular college was that our best friends, Ell (full name, Eleanor) and Eddie, said that's where they were going to enroll, and they wanted us to go with them. I thought it was kind of strange that Julie was so strongly in favor of us going to the same college as our friends, but since it really wasn't all that important to me, I agreed. I could tell it was more important to my wife than it was to me to have someone we knew in a strange place.
Whatever the reasons were, we accepted the scholarships and in due course were moving into our half of a duplex on the campus. The buildings were actually ratty housing units that had been built on an army base several years before, and when the military decided to upgrade the housing, they offered to sell dozens of the things to the college for one dollar each. I guess I couldn't blame them for buying the things, but both of us couldn't help but wish we'd be living in something better. Oh, well, it was for only two years, so we decided to make the best of the situation.
The only thing that made the housing situation better for us was that Ell and Eddie were living in another of the duplexes just a few steps away from ours. The buildings had been arranged in squares, with one building on each side of the square, and a grassy area between them. Their place was directly across the square from us, which meant we could visit back and forth just by walking about 100' from our front doors.
Julie was lots more enthusiastic about that arrangement than I was, because she and Ell didn't share any classes, the way Eddie and I did. Both he and I were majoring in the same department, which meant we saw each other most of the time during the week, and the fact that we played cards with each other every Saturday night meant we could talk as much as we cared to.
It was on a Friday night, early in the Fall semester, when something happened that changed everything in my life, and Julie's, too.
She had gone to "their place," which is what we always called the unit where Ell and Eddie lived, that evening, which was usual and expected, and as usual she didn't come home until almost midnight. The moon was in its full phase that night, and that was what gave me my first inkling that this night was not going to be "usual and expected," and boy, was I ever right about that.
I have nearly always gone to bed at 10:00 on weeknights, and that Friday was no different. I always woke up when Julie came back from her visits, and usually had enough awareness to mumble a brief, "Hi," before I went right back to sleep.
That night was different, and different in a really good way, because as she climbed in bed I opened my eyes just a tiny bit, but when I saw her they shot wide open and stayed that way. As she knelt there beside me, the moonlight streaming through the window showed me she was completely naked, which was an interesting change from the pajamas she always wore.
I was just starting to say something when she beat me to it and said, "Honey, would you go down on me, please? I'm really wet tonight, and I don't want to spot the clean sheets. Okay, Honey?"
Well, I suppose if I'd been more awake I'd have wondered what had made her so wet, but right then all I could think of was how much I loved licking her pussy. She got me started doing that long before we got married because I've always had a "quick trigger," so to speak, and after the first few times of my cumming and her not, she insisted that her orgasms were just as important as mine, and if I couldn't stay hard, then she wanted me to go down on her and "finish her off," in her words.
Well, I had reservations about that, of course, but once I did it the first time, and saw how good it made her feel, I never had a problem after that. After we got married and she started taking birth-control pills and I stopped wearing rubbers, it became a different matter, though, because all of a sudden there was "something different" in her pussy. I eventually got past my misgivings, and actually came to enjoy the extra juice she was feeding me.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I was perfectly willing to go down on her, so as soon as she asked me to do that, I started moving down in the bed, preparatory to getting between her legs and giving her what she wanted. I didn't get very far, though, because all of a sudden she put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Let's try something different, Honey. I think it'd be fun to sit on your face this time, just to give it a try. Okay? Do you want to try it like that?"
Well, I can pretty well guarantee that any man who enjoys eating pussy as much as I do has been having fantasies of his wife or girlfriend sitting on his face. So, all I said was, "Okay," and rolled over on my back. I could hear the relief in her voice as she said, "Thank you, Honey. I've wanted us to do this for a long time, and I'll try to make it really good for you."
While she was telling me that, she lifted one knee over my head. The moonlight was directly on her body when she did that, and I instantly knew what she meant when she said her pussy was "really wet tonight." Her inner thighs were glistening about halfway to her knees, which was strange enough, and her pussy seemed to be open more than I'd ever seen it. Instead of a few drops of my cum that I usually saw when I ate her out after we'd screwed, her slit was full of more of the same stuff that was on her legs.
I didn't have any more than a second or two to think about that, because she lowered herself to my mouth faster than she ever had, and as she was doing that she said, "Get busy and clean up my messy pussy. I want you to eat every drop of cum you can find, and if you miss even one drop I'll make you sorry. Do it!"
Well, that last wasn't necessary, because by then I was already licking her as fast as my tongue would go. And every time it went back in my mouth I swallowed what was on it. I licked and swallowed as fast as I could, and there's no doubt I was more turned on by doing that than ever before. I'm sure that was because, for the first time ever, she had taken complete control of what we were doing, which was another thing I'd been fantasizing about for a long time.
It didn't take very long before I'd cleaned up what was on the outside of her pussy, and then I concentrated on what was still inside it. I locked my lips around her opening, then sent my tongue as deep inside her as it could go, and when it came back to my mouth I sent the new load down my throat.
That part didn't take very long, either, and then things got more rewarding, if you catch my drift, because that's when I started sucking the stuff out of her pussy. God, I thought there wasn't going to be an end to it, which is a thought I'd never had when I was eating my cum out of her pussy. I tried to think what could be making her pussy so wet that time, because it was noticeably more wet than it'd ever been since the first time I started going down on her.
I never did come up with an answer, because all of a sudden I fell deep into the best, strongest fantasy I'd ever had. That particular one had been slowly taking over for several months by then, so it was really easy for it to take over my brain completely as I lay under her crotch, licking and sucking and swallowing.
Of course, you already know that my best fantasy involved more than just Julie and me. It required a third party, and that was another man, the one who had just finished screwing my wife bare, the one who had filled her pussy with his delicious cum, the cum she was feeding me as she demanded that I eat every drop of she'd make me sorry.
While I was still deep into my fantasy, she suddenly lifted off my mouth as she said, "I think you got it all, Honey. Thank you for doing that for me. I think the sheets will appreciate it, too."
When she settled in place beside me, I immediately started rubbing my little erection against her thigh, hoping with all my might that she'd take pity on me and give me a hand job, like she sometimes did when she wasn't in the mood for screwing. Instead of doing that, all she did was pull away from me, then turn over on her tummy as and say, "I'm too tired for any more sex tonight, Honey. If you promise not to play with yourself, I'll make it up to you tomorrow night. Okay?"
It was probably the most-difficult thing I'd ever done to pull away from her and say, "I promise. I'll wait for tomorrow."
I don't know if she heard me or not, because as soon as I stopped talking, I heard the tiny snore that has always meant she was falling sound asleep. So, I just lay there frustrated and horny, until at last I fell asleep, too.
Chapter 2
Surprisingly enough, I must have slept soundly, because when my eyes opened the next morning, I felt completely refreshed. Not only that, but Julie was already up, which was something so rare as to be remarkable.
As I dressed for a weekend day at home, I could hear her singing from the kitchen. That sound made me feel good, because I wanted her to be happy in our marriage, despite my "shortcomings" down there. So, I was smiling as I headed for the bathroom to shave and do whatever else was required.
I smiled again as I entered the kitchen, especially when she turned toward me, because she was wearing a type of bra that she always called a "halter." Truth be known, it was nothing but a strip of cloth no more than 2" wide that went across her nipples and was kept in place by a knot behind her back. I'd always loved seeing her breasts exposed like that, and after seeing her wearing a halter for the first time about a year ago, my fantasies about her immediately included taking her out in public so other men could ogle her and be jealous of me.
I'd never seen that halter before, and it looked lots more expensive than any of her others. I asked, "Is that supposed to look like leopard skin?"
She gave me a tiny frown as she answered, "It is leopard skin, Honey. And when I tried it on at the store, it felt so wonderful against my boobs that I just couldn't resist buying it."
I didn't say anything, because it was easy to see felt really good about spending whatever the halter cost, so I didn't make any sort of snide remark about her spending money we didn't have. After all, she was my wife and I loved her with all my heart, so if I had to skip a meal or two to make her happy, it was worth it.
As I walked up from behind and hugged her tightly against my body, my hands couldn't resist cupping those beautiful twins while I kissed her neck. As she sometimes does, she turned around in my arms and kissed me. That time, though, she added something new that reminded me how horny I was from what she'd made me do last night.
After she pulled her lips away from mine, she whispered, "Untie my halter, Honey. It's feeling really tight this morning, so I guess I'll have to go topless all day. Would that be okay with you?"
I'm sure that probably sounds pretty humorous to anyone else, but right then I was so turned on that I couldn't have laughed to save my soul. And then, when she added, "Actually, I think that would be a good idea, don't you? I'd love it if you were hard when we went over to their place for cards tonight. I can just imagine how red your face would be, and how we'd laugh at the little tent in your pants."
I wasted no time in releasing the knot behind her back, afraid she'd back out of what she'd said, but instead of doing that, she kissed me again, all the time rubbing my dick through my jeans. Then, as she slipped out of my embrace and started dishing up our breakfast, she added almost as an afterthought, "Actually, that might not be a bad idea. Maybe you'll play better bridge if you're too horny to think straight."
She then stood there facing me, put both hands behind her, and started moving her chest from side to side, making her breasts sway with the most-exciting motion I can think of. Then, after laughing at what was probably a goofy expression on my face, she said, "Let's eat. Last night worked up my appetite for sure. I suppose you're probably still full of all the pussy juice I fed you, so maybe you don't want any breakfast."
That made her laugh while she was sitting down, and when I joined her, all I could do was eat in silence, totally concentrating on her swaying and jiggling breasts.
I've always thought that day was the longest, slowest-moving one in my entire life. Julie really did go topless throughout the day, and by the time we started getting ready to go to Ell and Eddie's place for an evening of cards, I was just about out of my mind with arousal. I kept praying that some sort of weather front would move in that would keep us at home, so we could have sex for hour after hour.
That didn't happen, though, and 7:00 that evening found us knocking on our friends' door. As usual, Eddie opened it while saying, "Come on in, friends and neighbors." He grinned at us as we walked into their front room, then added, "And welcome to our card parlor and den of depravity."
Since he always had some funny comment to make when we visited, I didn't think anything about what he had added, and after Julie and I laughed, we headed for the table where we always played cards.
The table was actually their dining table, but it was almost exactly the size of a normal card table, but lots more sturdy. There were four chairs around it, and from habit we sat in our usual seats for the first card game. We always started with contract bridge, with each husband partnered with his wife. When the first rubber had ended, two of us switched chairs so the men were partners and the women were partners. For the third, and final, rubber we switched again, and that time Julie was partnered with Eddie, and Ell and I were a pair.
It usually took us at least an hour to play the three rubbers, mostly because lots of time was spent telling jokes or gossipping about other students we knew. After that, we normally switched to pinochle, and played until we were yawning, and that was the signal for us to go home so everybody could get a good night's rest.
On this night, though, as soon as our bridge game had come to an end, Eddie picked up the deck and idly shuffled it as he said, "You know, Ell and I were talking today about livening up things around here tonight. I think we're in a rut, so we came up with a change of pace that might be good for us."
He paused for a long time and kept shuffling and shuffling the cards while he stared into space, and just when I was ready to ask him what he was talking about, he continued his thought.
"What we'd like to try, Ell and me, is . . . uh . . . if you guys want to, of course, because it certainly wouldn't work if the two of you don't go along with it . . . is . . . uh . . ." At that point he seemed to come up against a brick wall, and just sat there staring at my wife's chest, which was barely covered by the halter she'd intrigued me with that morning.
Finally he cleared his throat and his eyes focused on me, and he said, "Well, to make it short and sweet, we want to ask you guys if you'd like to play strip poker with us." I freely admit that while Eddie had been staring at Julie's chest, I'd been doing the same thing with Ell's, with my mind working overtime trying to imagine what she would look like with her blouse off. I'd known for a long time that she didn't wear a bra, because every time I was close enough to see them, there were two bumps on the front of her blouse that couldn't be anything other than her nipples.
And that night, the bumps were much, much larger than I'd ever seen them, and I just couldn't take my eyes off them. I guess Julie knew where my eyes were focused, because she waved her hand between them and Ell's chest as she said, "Honey, try to think about what they want us to do, if you can make your brain focus for a few seconds. I think we've been in a rut, just like he said, so . . . well, if you think it'd be okay, then I do, too. Whaddya think?"
My eyes finally released their hold on the breasts . . . er, the woman sitting across the table from me, and my head turned to look at my wife, because to tell the truth, I had a hard time believing she was serious about playing a game that had a good chance of resulting in her being naked in front of our friends. Then, when my eyes focused on her face, I saw that she not only looked very serious, but her head was nodding "yes."
That gave me all the motivation I needed to say, "Well, I think Julie and I would be okay with it. So . . . how far do you think we should take it?"
Both Eddie and Ell laughed, and then he said, "All the way, my friend, all the way. And I mean to the last stitch, as it were."
To my surprise it was Julie who said, "So how's about you shutting up and tell us the rules?"
He had evidently been rehearsing his answer, because he didn't pause even a split second before he answered, "We'll play five-card draw poker, which we've done before, but this time the stakes will be slightly higher. The losing hand of each deal has to take off one thing, and we'll keep playing until we're all wearing our birthday suits. That okay with everybody?"
Both Ell and Julie answered at the same time, and their enthusiastic cries of, "Yes!" were bouncing around the room before I could nod my head in agreement. And with that the second part of the evening's entertainment began.
Eddie offered me the cut, and as soon as he'd put one half on top of the other, he dealt each of us our face-down hole card. He never paused, but instead dealt the next four, one to each player, face up, and kept doing that until everybody had one hole card and four revealed cards.
After giving us time to look at our hole cards, he said, "Now comes the fun part. When the dealer calls for the reveal, we'll all turn over our hole cards, and then we'll be able to see who has the best hand. Whoever has the losing hand, the worst of all four hands, will have to take off one thing. After that, the deal will pass to the next player, and we'll do it all over again, and continue like that until one of us is naked as a jaybird. Everybody got it?"
After we'd all nodded in answer, he said, "Okay, friends and neighbors, the reveal is called."
All four of us picked up our hole cards, took quick glances at them to see if they'd helped our hands, then laid them down face up. In a flash I saw that Ell was soon going to be minus something she was wearing, and I hoped against hope that she'd take off her blouse first.
When Eddie said, "Sorry, Honeybunch, but you lose. What're you going to take off for us?"
She smiled slyly, then as she leaned over and put one hand under the table, she said, "Don't get your hopes up, you perverts." Then in a flash her hand came back up holding one of her shoes, and as she tossed it over her shoulder she said, "Yahoo!" By the time it hit the floor behind her, Eddie had passed the deck to her.
With the rules established, the next three deals went quickly, and by the time our host was again holding the deck, Julie was minus one shoe and one sock, and I had lost a single shoe.
After that, it seemed to take a long time for all four of us to be barefooted, and I guess Eddie had the same opinion, because as he shuffled, he said, "You know, this is going to take forever. So . . . in the interest of my prurient interests, I have a slight change to the rules to announce. My new rule is that the lowest hand has to take off three things, and the next-to-lowest has to take off two things. The next-to-best hand has to take off one thing. Okay? Any objections?"
Ell said only, "Just shut up and deal, lover boy."
That brought enthusiastic laughter from Julie, Ell, and Eddie, and slightly-nervous laughter from me.
The deck was quickly shuffled, and in a flash the four hands had been laid out on the table. As Eddie called the reveal and the hole cards were turned over, we took a few seconds to evaluate each hand before he said, "Okay, Jules. It looks like you're low girl on the totem pole. So get busy paying your debt to the poker gods. In other words, let's see what you've been hiding from your dear friends."
I had no doubt that my wife was going to refuse to do that, and when she started unbuttoning her blouse, I lost all my ability to breathe. And then my face must have turned purple, because as soon as that piece of clothing had been tossed over her shoulder, she turned her back toward me and said, "Honey, would you until my halter, please."
Where my wooden hands ever found the strength to do as asked, I'll never know, but that's exactly what they did. And then, to make things even more exciting, she held the two ends of the strip of cloth and slowly pulled it back and forth across her breasts, almost as if she was doing a slow striptease for us.
It took Eddie's soft, "You still owe us something else, Jules," to make her toss the halter to the floor behind her and then push her chair away from the table and stand up. Again I was in danger of passing out from lack of oxygen, because with no hesitation her hands dropped to the side of the waistband of her slacks. Her fingers expertly released the button there, and then jerked the zipper down as far as it would go.
She very, very slowly began to push her slacks down her legs, and when the waistband was at last below her crotch, I knew she was turned on by what she was doing, because her red panties had a huge dark spot between her legs. My opinion of my wife's arousal was confirmed by Ell's husky voice as she whispered, "Looks like someone's more than a little turned on by our new game."
Eddie's equally husky, "She's not the only one, my love."
I watched in rapt amazement as he stood up, revealing a huge bulge in his trousers just as I at last realized my own little dick was as hard as it'd been in a long time.
Ell brought me back to full consciousness as she asked, "Sweet Tits, do you want what Eddie has for you in his pants? Do you want it inside you again?"
Julie turned to look at me, and all on its own, with no direction from my brain, my head nodded. She then turned back to Ell, and had to clear her throat before she could whisper her answer. "I need him so bad that I'm about to die. Please make him fuck me again, Ell. Please!"
It was only when I was able to process the word "again" that I knew what my wife had fed me last night was Eddie's cum, and not only that, but I'd probably have to lick her clean again, this time in front of our friends.
Ell's reply to my wife's impassioned request was, "Then get those wet panties taken care of, Sweet Tits. You surely know by now that he can't fuck your cunt if you're wearing them."
Julie must have been anticipating that order, because her thumbs were already pushing her panties down her body before Ell uttered the word, "cunt," which did nothing but add to the overwhelming arousal I was feeling by then.
As Julie stepped out of her panties, Ell stood up while saying in a husky voice, "You'll have to earn that privilege, Sweet Tits." She began quickly removing her own blouse, and for the first time ever I could stare at her naked breasts rather than fantasize about them. Even that sight, though, wasn't entrancing enough to stop my eyes from dropping as she unfastened her slacks and pushed them to the floor. Her panties quickly followed, and almost before they touched the floor, she was sitting in her chair and sliding forward until her pussy was right on the front edge of the seat.
With no hesitation she lifted her feet and placed her heels on the chair seat beside her delicious body. Then all she did was stare deep into Julie's eyes and point wordlessly to her pussy. As for my wife, she demonstrated that she knew what she was supposed to do, and sank to her knees in front of the pussy that needed her attentions.
Ell sighed deeply as Julie's tongue started laving the swollen clitoris peeking out of the clump of pubic hair, then spoke through her tightened throat.
"You two get naked right now. You have better things to do than just stand there and stare at what Jules is doing to me. Move!"
That brought me back to reality just in time to see Eddie dropping his shirt, then releasing the buckle on his belt. By the time my own shirt had been removed, he was already pushing down his trousers, but I was catching up fast enough that it was a race to see whose undershorts would be on the floor first. He won, but the difference was miniscule, and in a flash both of us were just as naked as our wives, his cock standing almost straight out from his body, while my smaller, and lighter, dick was angled up at a 45° angle.
I guess it goes to show that my memories of serving my cousin and two of his friends when we were just kids were more powerful than my fascination with what my wife was doing to her friend, but once Eddie's organ was totally revealed to my avid gaze, that was the only thing I could see. I knew it was definitely the largest cock I'd ever seen, and believe me, I'd looked at dozens of them in the locker room at my high school. All I could think of was how it would feel to take it in my mouth and run my tongue over the huge head and experience once again the wonderful sensation of blazing hot cum filling my mouth.
Eddie's words broke through my brain fog when he said, "On your knees, Lare. You need to get me ready to fuck your wife when she's finished up with Ell's pussy. Get busy." Left with no choice, I did as ordered and dropped to my knees in front of him. A split second later the head of his monster was in my mouth, and his pre-cum was stimulating the taste buds on my tongue. That was when I completely forgot about my wife doing much the same thing to Ell, and I concentrated on giving Eddie all the pleasure I possibly could.
Just as I was really getting into it, and I was licking and sucking the head, while one of my hands was stroking the shaft, from some far away place I heard a woman's voice gasp, "I love you so much, Jules. No one has ever given me what you do. I . . . I . . . Ahhhhhhhhh!"
At that moment Eddie pulled away from me, with no other explanation than, "I need to fuck your wife now, Lare. You'll need to help me, so stand up."
Chapter 3
It's a good thing he put his hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet, because my own body was so lost in lust that it was almost shut down. By the time I was able to stand on my own, both Ell and Eddie were helping Julie get on the table, then sit with her legs dangling over the edge. Ell then pushed my wife's body down to the tabletop so she was lying on her back, and at the same time Eddie was lifting both of Julie's feet above his head, then folding and pushing her knees until they were resting on her breasts.
I was so fascinated by the view of her pussy and the liberal coating of her juices that covered the entire slit that Eddie had to repeat his order to me before I could force my body to act on it.
"Larry, I need you to guide my cock inside your wife's pussy. Come on, snap out of it, wimp! Put me inside her cunt!"
That was enough to make the fingers of one of my hands wrap around his shaft, then as he moved his crotch forward, to point the head where it needed to be.
And then that part of his cock disappeared inside Julie's pussy, and I could no longer breathe as he thrust it in and out with short strokes, working his way deeper and deeper inside the woman I loved more than anyone else in the world.
Julie started moaning softly right then, with her eyes clamped tightly shut. My head kept turning from her pussy to her head. Her head because I was concerned she may be in pain, and her pussy because the sight of his cock working its way deeper and deeper inside her was the most-fascinating thing I'd ever seen in my life.
I was looking at her face when her eyes opened about halfway, and I saw them focus on Eddie's face above her. She whispered, "I love the way you fuck me, and I always have. I want your baby more than I can ever say, and I'm hoping it's your son in my tummy right now, and your cock's saying 'hello' to him." She stopped to inhale a huge, noisy breath, then gasped, "Oh, god, you're making me cum again. I love you so much, and I . . ." And then she lost the ability to speak and the only sound that crossed her lips was a long, drawn out, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
That must have been the moment Eddie was waiting for, because he thrust forward one final time, then his body froze there as he gasped, "Fucking whore! I'm gonna . . . gonna fuck you to death . . . this time! Damn you!"
And then he fell silent as his eyes clamped tightly shut and his balls emptied inside my wife.
The two held that position in silence for what seemed like a lifetime, then Eddie stepped back far enough for his cock head to be outside the warm home I prayed they would allow me to fuck next. He took a moment to regain full use of his body, then as he backed away two more steps, he looked at me as he said, "Your turn, cuckold. Get busy and suck my cum out of your wife's cunt. And hurry up about it so you can suck my cock clean before it drips all over the carpet."
Moving in overdrive, I hurried to take his place at Julie's pussy, then dropped to my knees without even thinking about it. The next thing I knew my lips were locked around her opening and my tongue was licking and my throat was swallowing just as fast as possible. When my tongue couldn't find any more of what I needed, I started sucking, and was immediately rewarded with even more of the delicious slime that Eddie had put in there just moments before.
I felt his hands on my shoulders at some point after that, and as they pulled my head away from the pussy I had been cleaning, I heard Eddie say, "My turn, faggot. Suck it clean."
And then my mouth fell open and when he moved closer, his wonderful cock was in my mouth once again, where it had always been meant to be. I began licking and sucking and swallowing all over again, praying that he would be able to cum a second time in a short space of time, but it wasn't meant to be. Instead, I had to content myself with eating the leftovers from when he had made love to my wife.
All good things must come to an end, of course, and that's exactly what happened after I'd sucked him clean. As he pulled away from my mouth, he said, "Okay, Larry, that's all you get for tonight. If you come back next week, I'll do my best to not cum in Julie's cunt, and save it for your mouth. Okay? Can you wait that long?"
I couldn't think of even a single word to say in answer to that, but luckily Julie was thinking better than I was, and she said for me, "We'll be back, Lover, so save your load until then, if you can." She paused to yawn, then added, "Right now, I think we need to get home. The two of you wore me out, and I need to sleep two or three days to recover."
Ell and Eddie helped the two of us get dressed, and then we headed for the door. I went out on the stoop first, and as I turned to see if Julie was coming, I saw Ell whispering in her ear. When Ell pulled her head back, my wife nodded as if agreeing with something her friend had said, and then she joined me for the short walk back to our own unit.
Chapter 4
We got ready for bed in total silence, then as we lay side by side, lost in thought, I could feel my brain shutting down for sleep. Julie chose that moment to ask, "Honey, do you know what the word, 'pimping,' means?"
I tried to make myself concentrate, then answered, "Well, a 'pimp' is a person who makes the arrangements for prostitutes to have sex with someone. I suppose that 'pimping' would be the process of doing that."
She whispered in my ear, "Spot on, Honey. So now you know what I mean when I say that Ell and Eddie have been pimping me ever since we moved up here. They've been selling my cunt to men, and some women, which I like best, for at least six months, and I love being a whore so much that I don't ever want to stop."
She paused to catch her breath, then continued, "After you were outside their place a little while ago, Ell told me that they want to start pimping you, too, but you'll be exclusively for men to use. I'm glad for that, because I couldn't stand the thought of you fucking another woman, since I'd get too jealous. For some reason, the thought of you sucking off other men, and letting them fuck your ass, doesn't make me jealous at all. Anyway, I just wanted to warn you that next Saturday, we won't be playing cards when we go over there. Instead, they'll have our schedule for the week after that, so we'll know where to go to meet our johns. It'll take them a while to explain how it's going to work, and then I'll eat Ell's pussy and Eddie'll fuck me again so you can have another midnight snack. Okay, Honey?"
She yawned, then added, "By the way, you're probably wondering how much we'll be paid for our services. They've been charging $200 for me, and I get half that as my share. It's been really nice having that extra money so I can buy nice things. That leopard-skin halter I was wearing tonight cost more than a hundred, and we could never have afforded it unless they were pimping me. Ell told me Friday night that they were going to charge your johns $100 for their choice of using your mouth or your butt, and you'll get half of that, just like I do. Won't it be nice to have that extra income, Honey?"
She yawned deeply, then seemed to melt into the sheet as she said groggily, "Good night, Honey. I love you with all my heart."
I don't know that I ever fell asleep that night, and based on the way I could barely think all day Sunday, I probably didn't sleep a wink. It wasn't so bad, though, because I was hard all day from thinking about what it was going to be like to be Ell and Eddie's whore, just like my wife.
The End
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Questions or comments? Please write to me at: sharon_smif@gmx.com.
Author's Note: This story is based on an interview I conducted a few years ago with a married couple who had asked to join the local chapter of our religious group. I have been in charge of recruiting and admission for more than twelve years, and during that time I've heard many interesting descriptions of the lifestyles of the interviewees, but this one has always been firmly lodged in my brain. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed listening to it and then writing this story.
I've written it from the viewpoint of the husband, since I know the preponderance of my readers are male, and they will be better able to identify with the situation if I present it like that.
As always, of course, all names have been changed to protect the guilty.
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Julie and I have known each other most of our lives, since we were both born and raised in a city that has a current population of not much more than 7,000 people. Probably because her house was just a block away from ours, and we went to the same schools and were members of the same classes, I don't remember a time when the two of us didn't know each other.
We started going steady when we were sophomores in high school, and when we were juniors we had our first "sexual encounter," in the current mode of referring to that sort of thing. Luckily for us, Julie always insisted that I had to wear a rubber when we screwed, which meant we weren't faced with a shotgun wedding, like some of our friends.
When we graduated high school, we both enrolled in a local community college and our relationship kept rolling along. Then, after we got our Associate degrees, we decided what we had with each other was for real, and told our parents we were going to get married so we could live together when we moved to a four-year college to get our Bachelor degrees. I think both sets of parents had been expecting that from us, and they approved our union. So, during the summer we celebrated our 20th birthdays, we got married.
The college we chose was in our home state of Colorado, which meant we'd be reasonably close to home in case we needed to visit our families, but another reason we chose it was that we were offered scholarships that paid our tuition, as well as gave us access to subsidized housing on the campus.
Those reasons were important, of course, but the main reason we chose that particular college was that our best friends, Ell (full name, Eleanor) and Eddie, said that's where they were going to enroll, and they wanted us to go with them. I thought it was kind of strange that Julie was so strongly in favor of us going to the same college as our friends, but since it really wasn't all that important to me, I agreed. I could tell it was more important to my wife than it was to me to have someone we knew in a strange place.
Whatever the reasons were, we accepted the scholarships and in due course were moving into our half of a duplex on the campus. The buildings were actually ratty housing units that had been built on an army base several years before, and when the military decided to upgrade the housing, they offered to sell dozens of the things to the college for one dollar each. I guess I couldn't blame them for buying the things, but both of us couldn't help but wish we'd be living in something better. Oh, well, it was for only two years, so we decided to make the best of the situation.
The only thing that made the housing situation better for us was that Ell and Eddie were living in another of the duplexes just a few steps away from ours. The buildings had been arranged in squares, with one building on each side of the square, and a grassy area between them. Their place was directly across the square from us, which meant we could visit back and forth just by walking about 100' from our front doors.
Julie was lots more enthusiastic about that arrangement than I was, because she and Ell didn't share any classes, the way Eddie and I did. Both he and I were majoring in the same department, which meant we saw each other most of the time during the week, and the fact that we played cards with each other every Saturday night meant we could talk as much as we cared to.
It was on a Friday night, early in the Fall semester, when something happened that changed everything in my life, and Julie's, too.
She had gone to "their place," which is what we always called the unit where Ell and Eddie lived, that evening, which was usual and expected, and as usual she didn't come home until almost midnight. The moon was in its full phase that night, and that was what gave me my first inkling that this night was not going to be "usual and expected," and boy, was I ever right about that.
I have nearly always gone to bed at 10:00 on weeknights, and that Friday was no different. I always woke up when Julie came back from her visits, and usually had enough awareness to mumble a brief, "Hi," before I went right back to sleep.
That night was different, and different in a really good way, because as she climbed in bed I opened my eyes just a tiny bit, but when I saw her they shot wide open and stayed that way. As she knelt there beside me, the moonlight streaming through the window showed me she was completely naked, which was an interesting change from the pajamas she always wore.
I was just starting to say something when she beat me to it and said, "Honey, would you go down on me, please? I'm really wet tonight, and I don't want to spot the clean sheets. Okay, Honey?"
Well, I suppose if I'd been more awake I'd have wondered what had made her so wet, but right then all I could think of was how much I loved licking her pussy. She got me started doing that long before we got married because I've always had a "quick trigger," so to speak, and after the first few times of my cumming and her not, she insisted that her orgasms were just as important as mine, and if I couldn't stay hard, then she wanted me to go down on her and "finish her off," in her words.
Well, I had reservations about that, of course, but once I did it the first time, and saw how good it made her feel, I never had a problem after that. After we got married and she started taking birth-control pills and I stopped wearing rubbers, it became a different matter, though, because all of a sudden there was "something different" in her pussy. I eventually got past my misgivings, and actually came to enjoy the extra juice she was feeding me.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I was perfectly willing to go down on her, so as soon as she asked me to do that, I started moving down in the bed, preparatory to getting between her legs and giving her what she wanted. I didn't get very far, though, because all of a sudden she put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Let's try something different, Honey. I think it'd be fun to sit on your face this time, just to give it a try. Okay? Do you want to try it like that?"
Well, I can pretty well guarantee that any man who enjoys eating pussy as much as I do has been having fantasies of his wife or girlfriend sitting on his face. So, all I said was, "Okay," and rolled over on my back. I could hear the relief in her voice as she said, "Thank you, Honey. I've wanted us to do this for a long time, and I'll try to make it really good for you."
While she was telling me that, she lifted one knee over my head. The moonlight was directly on her body when she did that, and I instantly knew what she meant when she said her pussy was "really wet tonight." Her inner thighs were glistening about halfway to her knees, which was strange enough, and her pussy seemed to be open more than I'd ever seen it. Instead of a few drops of my cum that I usually saw when I ate her out after we'd screwed, her slit was full of more of the same stuff that was on her legs.
I didn't have any more than a second or two to think about that, because she lowered herself to my mouth faster than she ever had, and as she was doing that she said, "Get busy and clean up my messy pussy. I want you to eat every drop of cum you can find, and if you miss even one drop I'll make you sorry. Do it!"
Well, that last wasn't necessary, because by then I was already licking her as fast as my tongue would go. And every time it went back in my mouth I swallowed what was on it. I licked and swallowed as fast as I could, and there's no doubt I was more turned on by doing that than ever before. I'm sure that was because, for the first time ever, she had taken complete control of what we were doing, which was another thing I'd been fantasizing about for a long time.
It didn't take very long before I'd cleaned up what was on the outside of her pussy, and then I concentrated on what was still inside it. I locked my lips around her opening, then sent my tongue as deep inside her as it could go, and when it came back to my mouth I sent the new load down my throat.
That part didn't take very long, either, and then things got more rewarding, if you catch my drift, because that's when I started sucking the stuff out of her pussy. God, I thought there wasn't going to be an end to it, which is a thought I'd never had when I was eating my cum out of her pussy. I tried to think what could be making her pussy so wet that time, because it was noticeably more wet than it'd ever been since the first time I started going down on her.
I never did come up with an answer, because all of a sudden I fell deep into the best, strongest fantasy I'd ever had. That particular one had been slowly taking over for several months by then, so it was really easy for it to take over my brain completely as I lay under her crotch, licking and sucking and swallowing.
Of course, you already know that my best fantasy involved more than just Julie and me. It required a third party, and that was another man, the one who had just finished screwing my wife bare, the one who had filled her pussy with his delicious cum, the cum she was feeding me as she demanded that I eat every drop of she'd make me sorry.
While I was still deep into my fantasy, she suddenly lifted off my mouth as she said, "I think you got it all, Honey. Thank you for doing that for me. I think the sheets will appreciate it, too."
When she settled in place beside me, I immediately started rubbing my little erection against her thigh, hoping with all my might that she'd take pity on me and give me a hand job, like she sometimes did when she wasn't in the mood for screwing. Instead of doing that, all she did was pull away from me, then turn over on her tummy as and say, "I'm too tired for any more sex tonight, Honey. If you promise not to play with yourself, I'll make it up to you tomorrow night. Okay?"
It was probably the most-difficult thing I'd ever done to pull away from her and say, "I promise. I'll wait for tomorrow."
I don't know if she heard me or not, because as soon as I stopped talking, I heard the tiny snore that has always meant she was falling sound asleep. So, I just lay there frustrated and horny, until at last I fell asleep, too.
Chapter 2
Surprisingly enough, I must have slept soundly, because when my eyes opened the next morning, I felt completely refreshed. Not only that, but Julie was already up, which was something so rare as to be remarkable.
As I dressed for a weekend day at home, I could hear her singing from the kitchen. That sound made me feel good, because I wanted her to be happy in our marriage, despite my "shortcomings" down there. So, I was smiling as I headed for the bathroom to shave and do whatever else was required.
I smiled again as I entered the kitchen, especially when she turned toward me, because she was wearing a type of bra that she always called a "halter." Truth be known, it was nothing but a strip of cloth no more than 2" wide that went across her nipples and was kept in place by a knot behind her back. I'd always loved seeing her breasts exposed like that, and after seeing her wearing a halter for the first time about a year ago, my fantasies about her immediately included taking her out in public so other men could ogle her and be jealous of me.
I'd never seen that halter before, and it looked lots more expensive than any of her others. I asked, "Is that supposed to look like leopard skin?"
She gave me a tiny frown as she answered, "It is leopard skin, Honey. And when I tried it on at the store, it felt so wonderful against my boobs that I just couldn't resist buying it."
I didn't say anything, because it was easy to see felt really good about spending whatever the halter cost, so I didn't make any sort of snide remark about her spending money we didn't have. After all, she was my wife and I loved her with all my heart, so if I had to skip a meal or two to make her happy, it was worth it.
As I walked up from behind and hugged her tightly against my body, my hands couldn't resist cupping those beautiful twins while I kissed her neck. As she sometimes does, she turned around in my arms and kissed me. That time, though, she added something new that reminded me how horny I was from what she'd made me do last night.
After she pulled her lips away from mine, she whispered, "Untie my halter, Honey. It's feeling really tight this morning, so I guess I'll have to go topless all day. Would that be okay with you?"
I'm sure that probably sounds pretty humorous to anyone else, but right then I was so turned on that I couldn't have laughed to save my soul. And then, when she added, "Actually, I think that would be a good idea, don't you? I'd love it if you were hard when we went over to their place for cards tonight. I can just imagine how red your face would be, and how we'd laugh at the little tent in your pants."
I wasted no time in releasing the knot behind her back, afraid she'd back out of what she'd said, but instead of doing that, she kissed me again, all the time rubbing my dick through my jeans. Then, as she slipped out of my embrace and started dishing up our breakfast, she added almost as an afterthought, "Actually, that might not be a bad idea. Maybe you'll play better bridge if you're too horny to think straight."
She then stood there facing me, put both hands behind her, and started moving her chest from side to side, making her breasts sway with the most-exciting motion I can think of. Then, after laughing at what was probably a goofy expression on my face, she said, "Let's eat. Last night worked up my appetite for sure. I suppose you're probably still full of all the pussy juice I fed you, so maybe you don't want any breakfast."
That made her laugh while she was sitting down, and when I joined her, all I could do was eat in silence, totally concentrating on her swaying and jiggling breasts.
I've always thought that day was the longest, slowest-moving one in my entire life. Julie really did go topless throughout the day, and by the time we started getting ready to go to Ell and Eddie's place for an evening of cards, I was just about out of my mind with arousal. I kept praying that some sort of weather front would move in that would keep us at home, so we could have sex for hour after hour.
That didn't happen, though, and 7:00 that evening found us knocking on our friends' door. As usual, Eddie opened it while saying, "Come on in, friends and neighbors." He grinned at us as we walked into their front room, then added, "And welcome to our card parlor and den of depravity."
Since he always had some funny comment to make when we visited, I didn't think anything about what he had added, and after Julie and I laughed, we headed for the table where we always played cards.
The table was actually their dining table, but it was almost exactly the size of a normal card table, but lots more sturdy. There were four chairs around it, and from habit we sat in our usual seats for the first card game. We always started with contract bridge, with each husband partnered with his wife. When the first rubber had ended, two of us switched chairs so the men were partners and the women were partners. For the third, and final, rubber we switched again, and that time Julie was partnered with Eddie, and Ell and I were a pair.
It usually took us at least an hour to play the three rubbers, mostly because lots of time was spent telling jokes or gossipping about other students we knew. After that, we normally switched to pinochle, and played until we were yawning, and that was the signal for us to go home so everybody could get a good night's rest.
On this night, though, as soon as our bridge game had come to an end, Eddie picked up the deck and idly shuffled it as he said, "You know, Ell and I were talking today about livening up things around here tonight. I think we're in a rut, so we came up with a change of pace that might be good for us."
He paused for a long time and kept shuffling and shuffling the cards while he stared into space, and just when I was ready to ask him what he was talking about, he continued his thought.
"What we'd like to try, Ell and me, is . . . uh . . . if you guys want to, of course, because it certainly wouldn't work if the two of you don't go along with it . . . is . . . uh . . ." At that point he seemed to come up against a brick wall, and just sat there staring at my wife's chest, which was barely covered by the halter she'd intrigued me with that morning.
Finally he cleared his throat and his eyes focused on me, and he said, "Well, to make it short and sweet, we want to ask you guys if you'd like to play strip poker with us." I freely admit that while Eddie had been staring at Julie's chest, I'd been doing the same thing with Ell's, with my mind working overtime trying to imagine what she would look like with her blouse off. I'd known for a long time that she didn't wear a bra, because every time I was close enough to see them, there were two bumps on the front of her blouse that couldn't be anything other than her nipples.
And that night, the bumps were much, much larger than I'd ever seen them, and I just couldn't take my eyes off them. I guess Julie knew where my eyes were focused, because she waved her hand between them and Ell's chest as she said, "Honey, try to think about what they want us to do, if you can make your brain focus for a few seconds. I think we've been in a rut, just like he said, so . . . well, if you think it'd be okay, then I do, too. Whaddya think?"
My eyes finally released their hold on the breasts . . . er, the woman sitting across the table from me, and my head turned to look at my wife, because to tell the truth, I had a hard time believing she was serious about playing a game that had a good chance of resulting in her being naked in front of our friends. Then, when my eyes focused on her face, I saw that she not only looked very serious, but her head was nodding "yes."
That gave me all the motivation I needed to say, "Well, I think Julie and I would be okay with it. So . . . how far do you think we should take it?"
Both Eddie and Ell laughed, and then he said, "All the way, my friend, all the way. And I mean to the last stitch, as it were."
To my surprise it was Julie who said, "So how's about you shutting up and tell us the rules?"
He had evidently been rehearsing his answer, because he didn't pause even a split second before he answered, "We'll play five-card draw poker, which we've done before, but this time the stakes will be slightly higher. The losing hand of each deal has to take off one thing, and we'll keep playing until we're all wearing our birthday suits. That okay with everybody?"
Both Ell and Julie answered at the same time, and their enthusiastic cries of, "Yes!" were bouncing around the room before I could nod my head in agreement. And with that the second part of the evening's entertainment began.
Eddie offered me the cut, and as soon as he'd put one half on top of the other, he dealt each of us our face-down hole card. He never paused, but instead dealt the next four, one to each player, face up, and kept doing that until everybody had one hole card and four revealed cards.
After giving us time to look at our hole cards, he said, "Now comes the fun part. When the dealer calls for the reveal, we'll all turn over our hole cards, and then we'll be able to see who has the best hand. Whoever has the losing hand, the worst of all four hands, will have to take off one thing. After that, the deal will pass to the next player, and we'll do it all over again, and continue like that until one of us is naked as a jaybird. Everybody got it?"
After we'd all nodded in answer, he said, "Okay, friends and neighbors, the reveal is called."
All four of us picked up our hole cards, took quick glances at them to see if they'd helped our hands, then laid them down face up. In a flash I saw that Ell was soon going to be minus something she was wearing, and I hoped against hope that she'd take off her blouse first.
When Eddie said, "Sorry, Honeybunch, but you lose. What're you going to take off for us?"
She smiled slyly, then as she leaned over and put one hand under the table, she said, "Don't get your hopes up, you perverts." Then in a flash her hand came back up holding one of her shoes, and as she tossed it over her shoulder she said, "Yahoo!" By the time it hit the floor behind her, Eddie had passed the deck to her.
With the rules established, the next three deals went quickly, and by the time our host was again holding the deck, Julie was minus one shoe and one sock, and I had lost a single shoe.
After that, it seemed to take a long time for all four of us to be barefooted, and I guess Eddie had the same opinion, because as he shuffled, he said, "You know, this is going to take forever. So . . . in the interest of my prurient interests, I have a slight change to the rules to announce. My new rule is that the lowest hand has to take off three things, and the next-to-lowest has to take off two things. The next-to-best hand has to take off one thing. Okay? Any objections?"
Ell said only, "Just shut up and deal, lover boy."
That brought enthusiastic laughter from Julie, Ell, and Eddie, and slightly-nervous laughter from me.
The deck was quickly shuffled, and in a flash the four hands had been laid out on the table. As Eddie called the reveal and the hole cards were turned over, we took a few seconds to evaluate each hand before he said, "Okay, Jules. It looks like you're low girl on the totem pole. So get busy paying your debt to the poker gods. In other words, let's see what you've been hiding from your dear friends."
I had no doubt that my wife was going to refuse to do that, and when she started unbuttoning her blouse, I lost all my ability to breathe. And then my face must have turned purple, because as soon as that piece of clothing had been tossed over her shoulder, she turned her back toward me and said, "Honey, would you until my halter, please."
Where my wooden hands ever found the strength to do as asked, I'll never know, but that's exactly what they did. And then, to make things even more exciting, she held the two ends of the strip of cloth and slowly pulled it back and forth across her breasts, almost as if she was doing a slow striptease for us.
It took Eddie's soft, "You still owe us something else, Jules," to make her toss the halter to the floor behind her and then push her chair away from the table and stand up. Again I was in danger of passing out from lack of oxygen, because with no hesitation her hands dropped to the side of the waistband of her slacks. Her fingers expertly released the button there, and then jerked the zipper down as far as it would go.
She very, very slowly began to push her slacks down her legs, and when the waistband was at last below her crotch, I knew she was turned on by what she was doing, because her red panties had a huge dark spot between her legs. My opinion of my wife's arousal was confirmed by Ell's husky voice as she whispered, "Looks like someone's more than a little turned on by our new game."
Eddie's equally husky, "She's not the only one, my love."
I watched in rapt amazement as he stood up, revealing a huge bulge in his trousers just as I at last realized my own little dick was as hard as it'd been in a long time.
Ell brought me back to full consciousness as she asked, "Sweet Tits, do you want what Eddie has for you in his pants? Do you want it inside you again?"
Julie turned to look at me, and all on its own, with no direction from my brain, my head nodded. She then turned back to Ell, and had to clear her throat before she could whisper her answer. "I need him so bad that I'm about to die. Please make him fuck me again, Ell. Please!"
It was only when I was able to process the word "again" that I knew what my wife had fed me last night was Eddie's cum, and not only that, but I'd probably have to lick her clean again, this time in front of our friends.
Ell's reply to my wife's impassioned request was, "Then get those wet panties taken care of, Sweet Tits. You surely know by now that he can't fuck your cunt if you're wearing them."
Julie must have been anticipating that order, because her thumbs were already pushing her panties down her body before Ell uttered the word, "cunt," which did nothing but add to the overwhelming arousal I was feeling by then.
As Julie stepped out of her panties, Ell stood up while saying in a husky voice, "You'll have to earn that privilege, Sweet Tits." She began quickly removing her own blouse, and for the first time ever I could stare at her naked breasts rather than fantasize about them. Even that sight, though, wasn't entrancing enough to stop my eyes from dropping as she unfastened her slacks and pushed them to the floor. Her panties quickly followed, and almost before they touched the floor, she was sitting in her chair and sliding forward until her pussy was right on the front edge of the seat.
With no hesitation she lifted her feet and placed her heels on the chair seat beside her delicious body. Then all she did was stare deep into Julie's eyes and point wordlessly to her pussy. As for my wife, she demonstrated that she knew what she was supposed to do, and sank to her knees in front of the pussy that needed her attentions.
Ell sighed deeply as Julie's tongue started laving the swollen clitoris peeking out of the clump of pubic hair, then spoke through her tightened throat.
"You two get naked right now. You have better things to do than just stand there and stare at what Jules is doing to me. Move!"
That brought me back to reality just in time to see Eddie dropping his shirt, then releasing the buckle on his belt. By the time my own shirt had been removed, he was already pushing down his trousers, but I was catching up fast enough that it was a race to see whose undershorts would be on the floor first. He won, but the difference was miniscule, and in a flash both of us were just as naked as our wives, his cock standing almost straight out from his body, while my smaller, and lighter, dick was angled up at a 45° angle.
I guess it goes to show that my memories of serving my cousin and two of his friends when we were just kids were more powerful than my fascination with what my wife was doing to her friend, but once Eddie's organ was totally revealed to my avid gaze, that was the only thing I could see. I knew it was definitely the largest cock I'd ever seen, and believe me, I'd looked at dozens of them in the locker room at my high school. All I could think of was how it would feel to take it in my mouth and run my tongue over the huge head and experience once again the wonderful sensation of blazing hot cum filling my mouth.
Eddie's words broke through my brain fog when he said, "On your knees, Lare. You need to get me ready to fuck your wife when she's finished up with Ell's pussy. Get busy." Left with no choice, I did as ordered and dropped to my knees in front of him. A split second later the head of his monster was in my mouth, and his pre-cum was stimulating the taste buds on my tongue. That was when I completely forgot about my wife doing much the same thing to Ell, and I concentrated on giving Eddie all the pleasure I possibly could.
Just as I was really getting into it, and I was licking and sucking the head, while one of my hands was stroking the shaft, from some far away place I heard a woman's voice gasp, "I love you so much, Jules. No one has ever given me what you do. I . . . I . . . Ahhhhhhhhh!"
At that moment Eddie pulled away from me, with no other explanation than, "I need to fuck your wife now, Lare. You'll need to help me, so stand up."
Chapter 3
It's a good thing he put his hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet, because my own body was so lost in lust that it was almost shut down. By the time I was able to stand on my own, both Ell and Eddie were helping Julie get on the table, then sit with her legs dangling over the edge. Ell then pushed my wife's body down to the tabletop so she was lying on her back, and at the same time Eddie was lifting both of Julie's feet above his head, then folding and pushing her knees until they were resting on her breasts.
I was so fascinated by the view of her pussy and the liberal coating of her juices that covered the entire slit that Eddie had to repeat his order to me before I could force my body to act on it.
"Larry, I need you to guide my cock inside your wife's pussy. Come on, snap out of it, wimp! Put me inside her cunt!"
That was enough to make the fingers of one of my hands wrap around his shaft, then as he moved his crotch forward, to point the head where it needed to be.
And then that part of his cock disappeared inside Julie's pussy, and I could no longer breathe as he thrust it in and out with short strokes, working his way deeper and deeper inside the woman I loved more than anyone else in the world.
Julie started moaning softly right then, with her eyes clamped tightly shut. My head kept turning from her pussy to her head. Her head because I was concerned she may be in pain, and her pussy because the sight of his cock working its way deeper and deeper inside her was the most-fascinating thing I'd ever seen in my life.
I was looking at her face when her eyes opened about halfway, and I saw them focus on Eddie's face above her. She whispered, "I love the way you fuck me, and I always have. I want your baby more than I can ever say, and I'm hoping it's your son in my tummy right now, and your cock's saying 'hello' to him." She stopped to inhale a huge, noisy breath, then gasped, "Oh, god, you're making me cum again. I love you so much, and I . . ." And then she lost the ability to speak and the only sound that crossed her lips was a long, drawn out, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
That must have been the moment Eddie was waiting for, because he thrust forward one final time, then his body froze there as he gasped, "Fucking whore! I'm gonna . . . gonna fuck you to death . . . this time! Damn you!"
And then he fell silent as his eyes clamped tightly shut and his balls emptied inside my wife.
The two held that position in silence for what seemed like a lifetime, then Eddie stepped back far enough for his cock head to be outside the warm home I prayed they would allow me to fuck next. He took a moment to regain full use of his body, then as he backed away two more steps, he looked at me as he said, "Your turn, cuckold. Get busy and suck my cum out of your wife's cunt. And hurry up about it so you can suck my cock clean before it drips all over the carpet."
Moving in overdrive, I hurried to take his place at Julie's pussy, then dropped to my knees without even thinking about it. The next thing I knew my lips were locked around her opening and my tongue was licking and my throat was swallowing just as fast as possible. When my tongue couldn't find any more of what I needed, I started sucking, and was immediately rewarded with even more of the delicious slime that Eddie had put in there just moments before.
I felt his hands on my shoulders at some point after that, and as they pulled my head away from the pussy I had been cleaning, I heard Eddie say, "My turn, faggot. Suck it clean."
And then my mouth fell open and when he moved closer, his wonderful cock was in my mouth once again, where it had always been meant to be. I began licking and sucking and swallowing all over again, praying that he would be able to cum a second time in a short space of time, but it wasn't meant to be. Instead, I had to content myself with eating the leftovers from when he had made love to my wife.
All good things must come to an end, of course, and that's exactly what happened after I'd sucked him clean. As he pulled away from my mouth, he said, "Okay, Larry, that's all you get for tonight. If you come back next week, I'll do my best to not cum in Julie's cunt, and save it for your mouth. Okay? Can you wait that long?"
I couldn't think of even a single word to say in answer to that, but luckily Julie was thinking better than I was, and she said for me, "We'll be back, Lover, so save your load until then, if you can." She paused to yawn, then added, "Right now, I think we need to get home. The two of you wore me out, and I need to sleep two or three days to recover."
Ell and Eddie helped the two of us get dressed, and then we headed for the door. I went out on the stoop first, and as I turned to see if Julie was coming, I saw Ell whispering in her ear. When Ell pulled her head back, my wife nodded as if agreeing with something her friend had said, and then she joined me for the short walk back to our own unit.
Chapter 4
We got ready for bed in total silence, then as we lay side by side, lost in thought, I could feel my brain shutting down for sleep. Julie chose that moment to ask, "Honey, do you know what the word, 'pimping,' means?"
I tried to make myself concentrate, then answered, "Well, a 'pimp' is a person who makes the arrangements for prostitutes to have sex with someone. I suppose that 'pimping' would be the process of doing that."
She whispered in my ear, "Spot on, Honey. So now you know what I mean when I say that Ell and Eddie have been pimping me ever since we moved up here. They've been selling my cunt to men, and some women, which I like best, for at least six months, and I love being a whore so much that I don't ever want to stop."
She paused to catch her breath, then continued, "After you were outside their place a little while ago, Ell told me that they want to start pimping you, too, but you'll be exclusively for men to use. I'm glad for that, because I couldn't stand the thought of you fucking another woman, since I'd get too jealous. For some reason, the thought of you sucking off other men, and letting them fuck your ass, doesn't make me jealous at all. Anyway, I just wanted to warn you that next Saturday, we won't be playing cards when we go over there. Instead, they'll have our schedule for the week after that, so we'll know where to go to meet our johns. It'll take them a while to explain how it's going to work, and then I'll eat Ell's pussy and Eddie'll fuck me again so you can have another midnight snack. Okay, Honey?"
She yawned, then added, "By the way, you're probably wondering how much we'll be paid for our services. They've been charging $200 for me, and I get half that as my share. It's been really nice having that extra money so I can buy nice things. That leopard-skin halter I was wearing tonight cost more than a hundred, and we could never have afforded it unless they were pimping me. Ell told me Friday night that they were going to charge your johns $100 for their choice of using your mouth or your butt, and you'll get half of that, just like I do. Won't it be nice to have that extra income, Honey?"
She yawned deeply, then seemed to melt into the sheet as she said groggily, "Good night, Honey. I love you with all my heart."
I don't know that I ever fell asleep that night, and based on the way I could barely think all day Sunday, I probably didn't sleep a wink. It wasn't so bad, though, because I was hard all day from thinking about what it was going to be like to be Ell and Eddie's whore, just like my wife.
The End
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