You may know me as the “ex” from the “Hottiemorgan”/”Morgan and Bill saga.” It's been a while since I posted, and there are reasons for that. It's why I've posted smaller moments. Number one, there really was no end to Morgan and Bill's story as I knew it. Many people have asked, and I've written possibilities, but I hate to break it to you guys, Morgan and Bill didn't work out. A heard of trouble a few years after I left the area I grew up in and went away. I guess being groped by your asshole boyfriend at your friend's wedding when your in your early twenties is “hot”. Being groped at your friend's child's baptism party when your pushing forty is 'not' apparently.
I guess Bill never choose to grow up. Still lives at home, and tried to relive glory days. Me, I wanted to move on, despite all the chapters I wrote. As time went on, it became clear I was a little OBSESSED to say the least. As an unwillingly, and unknowing cuckold, it was by far the most erotic thing that happened to my young life. As time went on I've tried to recapture those feelings writing the story. Hasn't REALLY worked.
During this time I've met and been with a few girls, but only one lasted. I met her VERY far away from where I grew up, so only my friends in that area really knew the girl. Her name is Hillary, and we've been together for going on six years now.
I'm not sure where I am with what I'm about to say yet, as it's all still new relatively.
Bill fucks my wife Hillary.
Hillary is kind of a bitchy princess. She cages me. Cucks me. I love it.
There....I said it....it's out. It feels better now. I'm not sure where I am with it. It's been going on for about a year now. And I guess I'll explain...
I met my wife several years ago through mutual friends while living on pretty much the other side of America from where I grew up (hint...I grew up near the Atlantic). She was young, REALLY young, about nineteen. For anyone whose read my stories, you know these things happened PRETTY far back now. We're talking over a decade. The characters, myself, Bill and Morgan are pushing closer to 40 than we are to 20 (more honesty).
So you can imagine the surprise when a pretty young teen girl shows up at a 30 something guys house ***** at like 2AM asking to come in. Hillary seduced me, and OH BOY FUCK DID I LET HER! She's cute, and not like I've described Morgan, but the EXACT opposite. Hillary has weight. At the time she had THICC (As the kids say) thighs, and a fat ass. She's half Hispanic, but all kinds of white with blonde hair and brown eyes. Dark nipples and a dark pussy are pretty much the only things that look Hispanic on her. The girl can TAN. I will give her that.
And right off the bat we got along. I was a few years removed from Morgan leaving me, and getting over it (sort of), dipping back into my youth. That's right where I started noticing, Hillary gets what she wants. Whatever she sets her mind too.
People told me to watch out for her body, and when we broke up for a bit, and she came back she had gained weight, but she kept that big amazing ass. If Morgan was “”LEGS” Hillary was the “ASS”. To add to that, Hillary must have developed quite late, because she went from small “b-cups” to pretty fat “c-cups”. She had the tits and ass, and was more than able to hide the weight with tight clothes and mostly black. Still, she was, what you would call FAT.
While Morgan ended up being comfortable with make-up, it took her some time. Hillary waited no such time, and was right in the age range to add all this new heavy make-up. Thick eye-brows, dark foundation, and whatever lip color/eye-color I wanted on that day. I was particular to GREEN. LOL. She liked to put the make-up on thick, but she made it work. Honesty, she could rival Morgan in the “hot face” department on any given day.
I'd add pics, but Hillary was the kind of person who would “cut my dick off” (her words) if she found out about shit like that. You see, Hillary was and is kind of a DIVA. People have told me before, and I don't know if its her fat, or her pudge (as she calls it) but men tell me she looks like she can fuck. I'll be the first to admit the girl can fuck, for someone with little experience. I was only her third lay in her entire life. Maybe fourth.
What was the most shocking with that inability was her blowjob skills. Hillary can literally make you cry and ask her to stop. That's how hard she can suck you. Where the pleasure is LEGITIMATELY so intense it feels like its tipping to some Hellraiser like pain, and you're not quite sure you can survive. Try and last two minutes with Hillary sucking your cock. I dare you. You won't. Especially if she's wearing glasses and red lipstick.
Again, you'll have to ask for pics privately. This could get me screwed, and not in the fun way.
Right off that bat, I could see she had the “princess” thing down to an art. She kept texting me I was lucky for her “pussy” and “blowjobs” and I should thank god since she's out of my league. And yes, right off the bat Hillary insulted my cock. I USED to think it was reasonably sized at 5 and some extra hard, but Hillary brought me down to Earth. “5 Inches in your dreams,” she'd laugh. She even asked what it was like to have a “baby dick”. Shit like that hurt, but I think she knew I liked the abuse.
And I've mentioned that ASS. She might have a little gut, and some bigger arms, but I dare you to see her at a bar and not stare. Talk to her for five minutes and watch her bend over the bar to get a drink and you'll be hard as a rock. I've seen it time and again.
She did the things I WANTED Morgan to do, like step on my dick and make me strap her heels, or tie her bikinis and treat me kind of like a little worm. Sue me, I like a little pain and degradation.
Further, she didn't hold back on how she thought she looked. Sure she called herself a “fat ass”, but get her ***** and she'd tell you she could FUCK whoever she wanted. She had the tits, ass and hot face to back it up. I'd watch her prove that several times at bars, where some guy would be trying to spit game on some model, and Hillary would say she 'could get him'. Hillary never really wore skirts and heels like Morgan either. Her move was the tight black smooth yoga pants, and it worked with that ass, and those thighs and legs.
She'd move in and get whatever guy she chose to pay attention to her. Then she'd come back and brag to myself and friends that the “stud” wanted to fuck her. IT wasn't hard. She was a girl, and could get laid on whatever night she wanted.
That is where the problem started. Hillary wanted sex ALL the time. Like every single day, and more times than once. Again, I wasn't young like her. I was mid 30s. I could give her maybe twice a week. Sex was good, and she came a lot with me. Hillary was a squirter, and it didn't take much. No real rhyme or reason to fingering, fucking or eating her out. Stick something in the young fatty and she would cream all over the place.
The other problem, if you can't tell. I kept implying she was fat. She wasn't, isn't and never really was. She just isn't a twig and never has been. She'd fluctuate constantly, and I would try to get her eating a steady diet, and working out regularly. She'd notice these ploys, and again mention she's “not Taylor Swift”.
The final problem we suffer from is that we aren't technically married. We use the same name, live together, and claim 'common law', but after all this time, I've never asked her to marry me, which has been a point of contention with her.
If your keeping score, I'm 'married' to a DIVA, with a fat ass, big tits, an attitude and confidence (mostly) who wants to fuck every minute of every day.
About a year ago, I noticed something change. She was frustrated with our sex as usual. She began to work out HARD. Saying that maybe if she got fit, we'd fuck. Further, I think she went into what my 'fetishes' were. She knew I liked to be treated poorly, but at some point I think she must have read some of my stories. I pretty much knew it.
So she began to work out hard, and being 26 her body changed quickly. She got thick muscular legs and arms, and made that ass firmer and with less cottage cheese. She was looking fit.
One night while drinking and binge watching a show, Hillary asked if “I've ever been cheated on by an ex.” I told her “no” but she gave me a look. She mentioned “not even that girl your still in love with”. I explained I didn't know WHAT she was talking about. She just laughed and rolled her eyes.
Weeks later, I recalled being at a bar with her friends. All her friends are REALLY fat, and she admitted to doing that unpurpose so she looks amazing compared to them. It was working for her, as she was hit on constantly, and none of them were. Hillary would jest about “maybe he'd fuck me” to whatever guy hit on her. But that night one of her friends asked about marriage and Hillary thinks I didn't hear when she commented “he still jerks off to his ex.”
I began to wonder WHAT she knew and WHAT she'd seen. But my suspicions began to grow, and alternatively be confirmed when she asked what “BILL” looked like. I told her I hadn't seen him in years. He was 'sort of' good looking when we were younger, but I never thought so. Short, fatter, but built in the arms.
One night Hillary got a hold of an old photo of a number of my friends and I, but she was insistent on what “BILL” looked like. That was the first time I began to get an erection. Just like old times with Morgan. But this was far more blatant. It was the odd jealousy, betrayal and arousing feeling all at once.
It continued one night when she was on her phone and asked if Bill 'really fucked' all the girls I knew. I told her that was a lie, and maybe just rumors. He'd fucked SOME girls we grew up with, and then Hillary pointed out her fucked my “ex”. Which I hadn't really admitted, and I'm guessing she found out here.
A few nights later, I had a strange dream. I was in a high-rise building, walking up the 10th escalator. I made my way to an apartment. I rang the bell, it was Hillary, and she seemed unamused. She called for Bill and asked him to “make it quick”. I woke up instantly. What, did I dream of them living together. The same cuckold feelings stirred, but this time I knew what they were.
It all came to a crashing nightmare of a scenario, when Hillary caught me writing on another cuckold site about Morgan and Bill's time together. She was pissed that I was 'obsessed' with my ex who cheated on me. She also asked if I was some sort of sissy wimp. She knew what a cuckold was, and asked if I LIKED that. What pissed her off most, was that she caught me jerking off to the site. She got pretty mad, since our sex life wasn't perfect. It was kinda dead at times.
Hillary finally admitted she'd known of the site for months, I guess I don't shut things down as well as I think when I drink.
A few months later, and there was sort of a 'reunion' being planned. Nothing really with all my friends, but a few of us. Two from high-school, and one of their girlfriends with some other friends of theirs. My and Hillary now lived closer to home (still several hours) and decided to make the trip. When I found out Bill was going I mentioned it to Hillary, and she sighed. “GREAT!”
I asked her why she was apprehensive. Hillary told me Bill wanted to “FUCK” her. I laughed and said she wasn't his type. Hillary was drinking an alcoholic seltzer and laughed. “Dude,” and she handed me her phone. She showed me facebook post after facebook post. I'd seen the pics, of Hillary in make-up doing her 'young girl' posting thing. I was shocked when Bill had liked a number of her posts. She explained he'd 'dogged' her into a friend request acceptance.
I told her she really wasn't his type, which got me yelled at, because she went right to “because I'm fat”. I told her she wasn't, I was sorry.
The night of the party I was excited. With Morgan, I was used to her putting on skirts, heels and the whole nine. Hillary disappointed me with a crop top sweat shirt, a tight black shirt, and yoga pants. The yoga pants were tight as fuck though and showed off that ass and those legs and thighs. Again, I hoped boots, but just “NIKE” high-tops. Hillary did apply a good amount of her signature make-up making herself look absolutly gorgeous in the face.
We had our own hotel, but we all met at friend's hotel. There was my buddies fitness instructor girlfriend, a cute Asian girl that Hillary clung to, and another group of fatter girls, with one older looking girl with a good body. I only really knew two other guys, and of course Bill. When he came it wasn't a grand entrance and he didn't do anything ***** and stupid. Maybe I hadn't grown up, and was expecting the worst.
Bill, myself and the two other guys we grew up with were joking and smoking. I introduced Hillary to Bill and she laughed and said “this is BILL!” She made a grand gesture. I apologized for her.
Knowing he was single I walked around the small party expecting him to either “A” make a pass at the cute Asian, or “B” get wasted and go for the full fatty. I chatted with my short buddy who he'd fuck, but he seemed more interested in catching up. I looked over to see Hillary and Bill talking on the couch, and she was laughing.
I went about getting to know the “friends” of “friends”, and looked to the couch to see Hilary gone. Around the corner, in the kitchen she was talking with Bill and the Asian girl. Except, it seemed Hillary and Bill were alone in the room. He was only speaking with her. She was laughing and I think they told stories of me.
At one point they went outside together for a smoke. My cock was coming to life. This couldn't be real. He wasn't into HER was he. Was this all happening again. But something felt strange now, and I didn’t feel the same betrayal and wonder. Instead I felt anxiousness. I looked outside, but they were still smoking and laughing. That's it. She doesn't smoke which MAY be a win for Bill. A small one, and I loved the slow burn.
It was time to get to the bar, and we all took a bunch of cabs. I waited to see Hillary sit with Bill, but she sat with me and held my hand. At the bar, she was getting *****, and her and Bill talked, but she was trying to get to know everyone. I was a little disappointed but also relieved. Maybe nothing was going to happen, but maybe, just maybe she'd start that slow descent into being a “Bill girl”.
The party wound down, and everyone was leaving. Bill took off before some people, and I watched him hug Hillary goodbye. She was sitting at the bar. Bill said goodbye to me, and I told myself it was a relief, but I was a little disappointed. Like I've said, I like the 'slow transition', the 'build up' so this was an arousing start.
It was time for us to leave as well. Hillary and I usually were the ones to get that LAST drink. I went to the bathroom, and made some texts about being happy to see my friends. I got back to the bar, and was floored. Bill and Hillary were making out, like it was high-school and they had never kissed another person. To make it worse, Bill's hand was pushed into Hillary's black yoga pants covered lap, and her hand was right down Bill's jeans. My cock went from half-hard to fully erect in an instant. This wasn’t a slow burn at all.
The bill came, and they didn't stop. In fact, Hillary stood up and pulled Bill off to the back deck. I followed them quickly, and found them again making out, in a secluded corner. They didn't seem to care who watched, and Bill's hand was legit groping her firm ass. Hillary's hand was down his jeans, which were unbuttoned. Their kiss broke and Hillary was looking down saying something, but Bill was shaking his head. She seemed playfully annoyed, and helped him zip up. My head was spinning, jealousy, rage and arousal all at once. But this wasn't a 'will they' or 'won't they feeling'. The anxiousness, I realized was WHEN would it happen.
Hillary and Bill finished their make-out session and came back towards me. She smiled seeing me, not saying a word. They were overjoyed to see me, and we got a shot and another drink. Now, they chatted as if I wasn't there, and pointed out people who looked funny. I noticed two things. Bill had a huge erection, and my wife's pussy was swollen and pushing out, giving her an obvious camel-toe.
Bill finally left, and Hillary and I danced *****. She was grinding my now hard cock with that fat lovely ass and I almost came. We made it home and had intense, if not brief sex, were she told me to fuck her hard, but I had to pull out. Too close to ovulation.
We didn't discuss the previous night, and I waited to. Hillary went about the morning as if it was normal. We were now at my parent's house, about a mile from Bill's. The town I grew up in. Hillary and I discussed where to go for drinks. Tonight, when she got ready, she got READY. She put on tight black yoga pants, black boots and a tight black top with gold mesh design above a tight black top showing ample cleavage. She had on hoop earrings and full maroon lipstick. She looked gorgeous. We didn't have liquor and she wanted some vodka AND tequila.
I decided to make a run to the local beer and liquor store. When I was there she texted me. It was a group text with Bill. “Me and Bill want to go to (redacted due to it being an actual place) are you in?”
I stared at the text as I bought the alcohol. Her and Bill decided together? To go out? And they wanted to know if I was in? It was so strange, and happening SO fast, not like Morgan at all. I got back after saying I was “down” not wanting to make it weird.
Bill walked up to my place. He had a black collared shirt, jeans and white sneakers. I had on a button up purple shirt and slacks. Honestly, they matched. The drinking started, and I just watched as the conversation went to “who Bill fucked” and “where” in my own house.
When we got in a UBER, Hillary was up front, but she was only talking to Bill. At the bar, I felt as though I wasn't even there. I had to interject to get shots and be a part of the 'rounds' call. They laughed, danced and drank. I was truly a third wheel once again. And I was hard as fuck. How far would this go. Bill kept trying to kiss my cute ***** chubby wife, but she kept moving her head away. She kept mentioning about how she was 'fat' but he told her she was beautiful. I was aroused and afraid to do anything at all as usual.
Finally, we left, and went back to my parent's place.
We found ourselves outback, with Hillary and Bill sitting on the gray picnic bench together. He brought out the weed, and Hillary insisted we smoke. First time she acknowledged me. She was giggling soon at his jokes. “Get me a vodka tonic hon,” she said wanting to watch her weight.
I was eager to get back down. Would they be flirting, laughing, who knows. I raced down with a mixed drink and two beers. I came outside in the dark to see my wife and Bill once again making out, eyes closed. Her hand was on his crotch, under his jeans, and his was on her large right breasts kneading it.
My wife broke the kiss, smiled, and stood up, she grabbed Bill's hand and smiling the whole time walked by me with Bill into my house. I waited, afraid to follow. I heard the creak of the stairs and then nothing. I moved slowly to the door of the den, and then walked out to the winding stairs. When I reached the door area, below the upper floor I heard. “OOOHHHHH BILLL!”
My cock twitched in my pants. I crept slowly up the stairs and peaked over into the dark of the living room. I saw them, on the couch. Where Bill had bedded MANY girls including my 'ex' Morgan. It took him a few years to get Morgan. It took him two DAYS to fuck my wife. I couldn't see much but I saw her yoga pants by her boots, her legs around Bill's ass, and his own pants down by his ankles. He was humping her, and they kissed.
“OOOHHH BILL!” She moaned. “I'M SORRY I'M GONNA CUM ALL OVER YOUR DICK!” She cried out, wrapping her legs around his own legs.
SPLOSH! SPLOSH! SPLOSH!
His humps made a clear sound now in her sopping pussy. “Fuck Hill...I'm gonna cum myself....I need to pull out....”
“NO BABBY!” She cooed. “You didn't cum last night, and I did....you need to cum good baby,” she was whispering. “I ovulated days ago, you're good.”
“FUCK HILLARY! FUUUUUCK!” He grunted.
BLOOP! SPLORT! SPLASH! SQUISH!
Heavier, and wetter sounds fulled the room. He was panting and pulled off of her. She held her legs up. “Get me a napkin or something Bill!”
He ran to the kitchen and got a white towel. She scooped something from between her legs and threw it down on the rug. Hillary shot up and pulled her pants up. Bill began to button his pants. The pair walked to the kitchen and out on the top deck out the glass swinging door which slammed behind them. I decided to follow finally. I came upon them smoking, Hillary smiling ear to ear in the light of the deck.
“SMOKE HON?” She handed me one. She stretched. “You know when you have GREAT sex and those moments right after.” My cock was dripping at her openness. “And you couldn't give ONE fuck about ONE thing.” She looked at me. “Babe...where are the drinks.” She laughed.
I walked down the wood stairs to the bottom deck and grabbed the drinks I had left and came back. Bill's arm was around my wife's shoulders. They shared a smoke. “It's getting WAY late,” Hillary finally laughed. I watched her take Bill's hand and leave me, once again with three full drinks. I could see them in the kitchen window walk down the steps.
A half hour later, I decided to walk around to far side of bottom floor and climb in the window above the freezer. I was still scared to confront them. Would I always be. My erection was harder than it had been in years. I made a slow creep into the basement and walked to the small hall with two doors. The door to the den was ope, and in the dark, in the light of the TV in the den, Hillary was on top of Bill, facing him, her big nude ass moving up and down.
I unzipped my pants and jerked off, watching my wife fuck my buddy. It wasn't long and I shot a huge load into a heap of dirty laundry. Spent, I left them fucking, and went back out the window and up the stairs to the kitchen. Out in the living room, I shined my phone light down. It was a massive load of cum in a small towel.
I went to bed, fully exhausted. Around 4AM I awoke, and Hillary hadn’t joined me. I snuck back out the back door, down the wood steps and into the back basement window. I found myself again creeping around to see my wife, now, with her ass facing Bill, in a reverse cowgirl, fucking my friend, she was moaning and humping hard. My erection was dealt with quickly, and I crept back out and upstairs.
Around 6AM, I found my wife still missing. I repeated my sneaking, and when I got to the back basement, I couldn't see them. So I crept into the room. Morning light was coming in. Hillary was asleep, with her black bra on her large tits. She was in only black panties. Bill's arm around her waist. He was in his gray boxers. They both had wide smiles. I almost got caught when Bill awoke, his erection poking out as he walked to the bathroom in the basement scratching his dick. He returned to his spot behind my wife.
I couldn’t sleep. And went to McDonalds. It took two hours, and I came back at 8AM. I returned to my spot behind the couch. Now will Bill woke up there was NO erection. Hillary's top was off, her large boobs and dark long nipples out in the daylight. Bill came back from a puss and dropped right back with her.
Later that day, Hillary hopped and skipped around the house in a tight white top and yoga pants. I was drinking early. I was ***** and said something.
Hillary laughed. “About what? Me fucking your friend?” She said it with confidence. “Somebody got laid.” She looked at my cock. “Your a cuckold. You should love it!” She then turned and spanked her ass. “Don't act like you don't love it,” she laughed and sank to her knees. She began to pull my sweat pants down, ******** my hard cock. Hillary pushed her mouth to my tip, and sucked me into her mouth. This was not slow, nor passionate. This was a cock fucking suck, and I felt her slide her tongue and warm mouth down my cock, putting some intense pressure on my shaft. She was looking in my eyes, and my balls began to stiffen and tighten. “See babe,” she smiled, licking my tip, and then she pushed my cock into her nice big tits. She pushed her tits over my dick as I began to ejaculate on her neck. “Guys who aren't cucks don't cum like this.” She smiled to me, and when I was spent, she kissed my tip.
For days, like a puppy dog with a boner I followed her. She seemed happier than I'd seen her. Our sex life didn't get worse, it got BETTER. I wanted to fuck every other night now. It wouldn't last long, and I'd usually eat her out until SHE came first, but it was amazing.
She darkened her hair to almost black, since she was technically a blonde before. And she got a personal trainer. I actually started doing high intensity workouts, aka Insanity (among others) with her on a daily basis.
A few weeks later, Bill wanted to make a trip down to where we lived. I told a ***** Hillary and she smiled, talking about “getting laid” under her breath.
That weekend, he made the trek up to our apartment several hours south of him. He got there and hugged Hillary. The two kissed passionately, and he spanked her ass. She laughed and they went into the bedroom we occupied together. I wasn't there once again. He hadn't even said “hi”. I heard moans quickly, and Hillary cumming.
A few minutes later, Bill came out, without his black collared shirt, just a white T-Shirt. He finally came over and said hello, and gave me a 'pound' with his fist. We shot the shit, and drank beers. I was nervous to confront him as always. He talked about NEEDING this weekend. How his job sucked, and his parents were all over him.
Hillary came out in a a tight blue floral top, that showed off her ample chest, and black bra. She had on ripped jeans that made her ass pop. I noticed the growing muscles in her legs now. I was surprised she wore heeled boots. She was fishing something from her purse. “We're going to dinner babe,” Hillary said, “if you want we can all catch up later for drinks.”
I watched them leave, and went to Hillary's hamper and pulled out some panties. I spent the next half hour sniffing her panties until my cock was practically cumming on its own. She didn't have a strong pussy smell like Morgan, and Hillary often pointed out if your 'cunt stinks you're a dirty bitch'. Hillary never smelled. EVER.
A sat down and drank for an hour, fully sated, but getting horny again. Hillary was texting they were getting 'wings' down at that place we'd never tried. I was slightly more jealous of the wings than them being together. Another hour past and I asked when they'd be done.
Hillary responded twenty minutes later, that they had left that place an hour ago and were getting rinks at the Irish dive bar. So I got ready and went to the bar, hoping to see them. When I made the twenty minute walk to the bar, the bartender slid me a beer. He knew me. They weren't in the bar, which was good, because the old guy knew Hillary too. He'd hit on her before. I texted her, and she said they went to the 'other' Irish bar because she doesn't like the old man. They had only been at the first place for a few drinks and shots.
I arrived to a ***** Hillary, with her hands down Bill's pants. She was so ***** they asked us to leave. She was hanging all over Bill. There is an alley on the way back to our place, and Hillary had to pee. So she ran off into the alley. Soon Bill followed, saying he has to pee.
I heard noises and giggling. Then I heard THUMPING and moaning, so I went into the alley. Right down the alley in plain sight, my wife's jeans were down and her fat ass was getting slammed from behind by Bill. I watched his cock slide in and out of my wife as she laughed and told him to “hurry up”. She saw me and 'shoo'd' me away. “GO make sure no ones coming.” She instructed.
I did as told and they came back moments later laughing and walking arm in arm.
When we got back, I was like a ghost to them. Hillary and Bill went at it right there in the hallway. Kissing as if they were going to die. Bill's hands snaked down the back of my girl's jeans and groped her ass. Hillary's hand was already in his jeans, moving over his dick. The pair went into my room, and I didn't see them the rest of the night. But OH BOY did I hear them. If I said her pussy could be eaten for a bit, I meant it. It never smelled and she always came quick. Her pussy juice was delicious, somehow both bitter and sweet.
Bill got plenty of time to taste it. I could tell he was eating her out, as she kept cumming every two minutes. “OOOOOHHHHH!!” That loud almost shouting moan she did, and I could see her “O” face, like she was being stabbed. Then I heard her say “EASY! EASY!” He must have been pushing too many fingers in her. This went on for an hour.
I was jerking off on the couch listening. My shirt got soiled with my loads.
Then they were fucking. I heard the bed creak, and my wife softly moaning. I knew she was going to cum hard. “OHHHH GODDDD BILL!” She shouted.
I drifted off at about 1AM. I awoke at 3AM and saw the sheets outside the bedroom. No noise. I walked up and lifted the sheets. They were literally soaked with Hillary's cum. I couldn't fine Bill's until I went to the bathroom. In the toilet was paper towels wadded with cum and lots of cum floating around. The yellow water told me she had pissed and not flushed.
The next day, we were drinking early. My wife and Bill were on the couch behind me. During a basketball game, I was sipping a beer and hearing them giggle from the couch. Bill was moaning about “how can she suck cock like that” and I finally turned from the loveseat to see my wife sucking Bill's cock on the couch. She told me to 'pay attention to the game'. But I kept stealing glances and then I took a pic.
She flipped out on me at that point. “YOU FUCKING PERVERT! WATCHING OTHER PEOPLE ENJOY SEX!” She was legit mad and began to slap me. She told me if I did it again that was “my dick”. Which scared me.
All I heard from behind me was “OH FUCK! OH SHIT!” From Bill.
That night I watched Hillary get into a tight black yoga pants, a tight black top, and her leather crop-top jacket. She looked ready to go out in full dark make-up. I expected to be sort of ditched again, and kind of was looking forward to it. Instead, Hillary dragged me out with them. She as holding my hand and sat with me as we ate pizza.
We made our way to the local club like bar where people danced. My wife surprised me when she sat her big ass in my lap. She started getting shots. At one point, she made Bill do a shot from between her tits. Then she kissed him after, all while sitting in my lap. When Bill went to the bathroom I brought up what exactly was the arrangement. My wife laughed. “Whatever I want it to be,” she then began to grind her ass in circles on my cock. I was already hard. “Cucks who've been erect all night can't complain.” She began to...well....twerk?...on my dick. If that's the word. She moved in rapid succession up and down on my shaft with the crack of her ass. “You wanna cum,” she whispered.
It was already too late when she spoke those words. I was already past the point of no return, and I blasted an immense load in my pants. “HILLLARY!” I moaned loudly. There was a massive wet sticky spot and my wife laughed. She helped me slide the chair under the bar, to hide my crotch. When Bill came back she wanted to dance, and he looked at me, but Hillary told him I wasn't going anywhere for a bit. From that point on, I was stuck, hiding my gooey shame. Hillary and Bill danced, kissed, and played, all while stopping by me to get drinks. I think it helped them get served faster, and I wonder to this day if she planned it all.
They again made love in our bedroom that night. But something changed, and I sort of started to willingly get on board. My sex life with Hillary blossomed. I noticed her body was changing due to her exercise, smaller waist, thick but muscular thighs, and arms.
She brought in toys at some point; a dildo and a cage. A cage for my cock. She teased me on certain days, locked me up and played with my dick, telling me she was OUT of my league and I was lucky. I asked if Bill knew about the cage, and she said I can 'ask him myself if I want'. I was never going to do that.
The next affair weekend was to be had at my parents house. Bill had told my wife about getting 'double' fucked in my hot-tub. One, by his cock, and the other by the jet of the hot tub. He'd done this with many women including Morgan. Hillary seemed intent on one upping the 'skinny bitch' as she called Morgan.
So that night I spent the night downstairs, listening to the tub on above my head. Sadly, I couldn't do the 'double fuck' hot-tub thing. My dick was too small and slipped out. The girl needed to be able to sit on your dick reverse cow-girl and face the jets under the faucet.
An hour later, they came down. Hilary in a tight white top, with no bra, her nipples clear as day, and a pair of panties only. Bill had his white tank and jeans on. She was looking at Bill like he was a GOD and jealousy again took over, mixed with arousal. She just kept kissing his face, and lips, like he had just saved her life. Her hand was constantly down his pants. It was hard NOT to see this, since the love seat in the den was adjacent to the couch they occupied.
My wife kept asking about where the 'skinny bitch' and Bill fucked. In a bout twenty minutes, they were gone. Hillary wanted to fuck in the dirt road area, and at Bill's house. After about two hours I texted Hillary asking where she was.
“Getting laid...u?” She responded.
She didn't come back that night. I fell asleep in the loveseat. I was awoke by my wife sucking my cock, hard and fast until I came in the early morning light. “How are you hard?” She giggled wiping cum from her mouth. “I thought you'd be cranking off all night.”
Around noon, she was lying on the couch in black panties, and I groped her ass. I was hard as a rock, and I wanted to fuck her. I slipped her panties down, and got behind her. She put up no resistance as I slid my dick into her. She was loose to say the least. “LITTLE FUCKING CUCK! WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU!” She laughed banging her ass into my hips, fucking herself on my dick.
Hillary promised she wasn't going to “leave me”. That I was a good 'provider' and cute adoring little boyfriend. Bill was just a 'lay'.
The cage would come on more often, especially when Bill openly shared pics of my wife with my friends, and didn't hide it was m wife. He chose the two he knew wouldn't put up a fight about it, as they never did. Hillary would brag about how my friends get to jerk off to my wife, and I don't, then she'd flick my cage.
“They don't do that,” I told her.
But she opened the chat I had with my four buddies, one being Bill, and it was clear they asked for pics of Hillary's ass and tits quite regularly. He'd share pics she sent him. But they didn't jerk off to her.
Hillary had my phone and was typing. She was laughing, waiting, and then typing again. When she was happy, she handed me the phone. She texted my buddy Brad. “Come clean, do you jerk off to my wife?”
Bradley texted back. “Uh...yeah...sorry.” Then Hillary as me asked how often. Bradley responded. “LOL...a few times a day.” He was still typing and kept texting about how 'hot' she'd become and 'dat ass' and 'dos tits tho'.
Not too long ago, we got invited to Bill's ****** cookout at his house. When we went there, I was going to greet Bill's mom and introduce Hillary. As some of you may know, his mom hated me. It was my utter shock, when Bill's mom lit up and shouted. “HILLARY!” And I watched her hug my wife.
Bill's mom pulled Hillary to the 'hags' and some of them knew her. I'd get hard if I wasn't in a cage. I watched, in pain, as Hillary in a sundress, with her ass sticking out one way, and tits sticking the other, greeted Bill's ******. I wasn't even a part of it.
I was drinking with Bill's brothers and father and uncles, and they commented on the 'big assed' girl. It was Hillary, who unlike Morgan came up and introduced herself as MY wife. At one point, we were alone by the buffet, and my wife laughed. “If you stay over here,” she whispered. “His mom cooks you pancakes.” She then waved to his mom. “She DOES NOT LIKE YOU.....knows you're a cuck I think.” Hillary laughed.
I was trying to get hard, but the cage was stopping me. My wife and I left, pretty *****, making out the whole time. We made it to my parents house and got in the hot-tub. Hillary told me 'don't eve try the double fuck'. I didn't. It would be embarrassing. She let me out of my cage and jerked my cock, as she sat behind me. Her big tots on my back. “His mom is a bitch,” she whispered. “She asked if I would date Bill,” she licked my ear when I asked her how she responded. “I told his mom we were pretty much dating already.....he doesn't fuck anyone else you know.” She taunted me, picking up her pace. “He loves my pussy, my ass and tits.”
I began to cum hard, and it shot out of the water. She was laughing. “Little cuck boy.” She kissed my head and stood up. “Get out, I need to get ready.”
Hillary explained she was going out with Bill to the Chinese food place to meet the 'crew'. The guys who thought they were cool in high-school. Tonight, my wife was going to be Bill's 'crew bitch'. I told her that's what they called the girls, and it made her laugh. She told me she was going to be the BEST crew bitch they'd ever seen.
She put on a tight shiny silver top, which showed massive cleavage. She slipped into tight black jeans, and black heeled knee high boots I'd never seen. She then pulled on her leather coat. Her dark hair, dark make-up and sexy black glasses made her look every bit the part.
To add to the tease, Hillary caged me. And she didn't come home that night. I'd heard she sucked Bill's dick at a party, and they 'fucked' upstairs. Just like a 'crew bitch' would.
The next night, Hillary and I were in our apartment, and she was wearing tight black yoga pants and a white t-shirt. She asked if I knew what a 'footjob' was. I knew she had given one to Bill. He loved feet, and kept saying Hillary had 'dainty little sexy things' with a sexy tattoo. She pulled down my pants. “OH SHIT BABE!” She looked at my cage. “I FORGOT!”
I had thought it was more teasing. She left me in the cage an entire day. She got the key and let me out, and then put lotion on her feet. She wrapped her soles around my dick and began to jerk. It wasn't my first, but it sure as shit was my best foot-job and I quickly sprayed up into the sky. It didn't stop, and I kept cumming for longer than I'd cum, probably ever. Her feet were covered. My wife was giggling.
She wiped her feet with a tissue and talked about how much Bill loved those. I asked how many she'd given him and she said maybe 'ten'. ALREADY?
I asked what else he'd fucked, laughing. She stood up and pointed to her tits, her ass crack, the back of her knees, her elbows, her armpits. “He literally has fucked them all.” She told me. It was his MO when he had a hottie. Just like Morgan. Now my wife.
That's the end of the first part. I'm going to write more. We took a trip down to Orlando for Halloween. If you're interested in seeing what my wife looks like, or her ass, or tits, or you wanna see texts, pics, etc. PM me. If I feel like I can trust you I'll share. A LOT.
I'm still afraid she will find out about all of this. But she doesn't know about THIS site. I'm pretty sure she has supposed 'Bull' spies on that other site.
So you're probably wondering, if I'm afraid why I'm sharing now. Well, it's an odd time. Last week, a co-worker of Bill's tested positive for this Corona-virus. He got an email late that night about having to quarantine himself for several weeks to be precautious. Unfortunately, he was on a date with my wife at the movies. They were having a few days together for first time in months. They'd already had sex three times that day alone at my parents house.
Hillary called her doctor the next morning. She explained that she had sexual relations with a man who'd potentially been *******. Her doctor instructed her to quarantine as did her school (she only goes part time) and work (she does less than 20 hours). They all recommended she remain with the '******' she'd been ******* to and remain in the same place she'd potentially been ******* for at LEAST two weeks. As did Bill's work.
So no lie you guys, I'm sitting on my bathroom floor as I right this in my shitty apartment in the city with roaches, and very little food. Forced to remain indoors myself, and avoid contact. I'm not sick, but my work and ****** wants me to be safe, and my city wants us to remain inside. I just ate a shitty box of mac and cheese from a store.
Meanwhile, my buddy has been quarantined with my wife since Wednesday, in my parents HUGE empty house. With a stocked fridge, a stocked freezer in the basement, and a fully stocked wet bar. All the booze they can drink. They stocked up with three thirty racks, and three boxed wines, and a bottle of Vodka, and Whiskey...JUST IN CASE. They have a pool table, video games (arcade style), one of those basketball games from the arcade, every movie channel, and a fucking HOT TUB.
The only clothes Hillary has are three pairs of sexy tight yoga pants, two club tops, two dresses and pair of tight biker shorts that show off her ass, and two short shorts. She packed lacy bras and panties ONLY, not expecting to work out at all. She only has sexy wedge heels with the blue straps.
She sent me a pic of her walking around in her heels and a dress for him at night.
I tell her its all fine, but honestly, I'm getting pissed. Bill has my wife to fuck whenever he wants for the next few weeks, and I can't even see her.
She told me there routine is basically morning sex, and a workout (pretty much naked, except for what she can salvage from MY room), breakfast, then whatever work/emails they need to do, a TV or a movie, a walk across the street (into the woods alone so no one is near them), and then they usually have a pretty earlier dinner (no lunch), and then around 7 they get in hot-tub. Where they fuck, watch Netflix and soak until like 10. Literally she said 10. Three hours in the hot tub. She says I don't have to worry, because Bill's usually 'out' after, and unless they're ***** they don't fuck before bed. Except Saturday night, I guess they changed it up and got dressed up and had sex late into the night Hillary told me. Change it up, she said.
By the way, Hillary doesn't really cook. She says she's trying, because Bill's even worse, but she isn't doing dinners.
Bill's fucking MOM cooks them dinner and leaves it on the steps. She knows who Bill's quarantined with. Bill's mom left them a box Saturday night. Of candles, chocolates, a tub of fresh lasagna they just needed to heat, a bottle of nice wine, two condoms and one of Bill's ***'s Viagra pills. It was her idea they have a nice "date" night to relax through all this.
She fucking left a care package for my buddy so that he could fuck MY WIFE!
The candles, the chocolates, the wine, and the lasagna were all put to good use, Hillary says. The Viagra was taken LATE into the night, to get Bill 'back in the game'.
The condoms remain unopened.
So if you want pics or info or whatever let me know. I'm ready to talk
I guess Bill never choose to grow up. Still lives at home, and tried to relive glory days. Me, I wanted to move on, despite all the chapters I wrote. As time went on, it became clear I was a little OBSESSED to say the least. As an unwillingly, and unknowing cuckold, it was by far the most erotic thing that happened to my young life. As time went on I've tried to recapture those feelings writing the story. Hasn't REALLY worked.
During this time I've met and been with a few girls, but only one lasted. I met her VERY far away from where I grew up, so only my friends in that area really knew the girl. Her name is Hillary, and we've been together for going on six years now.
I'm not sure where I am with what I'm about to say yet, as it's all still new relatively.
Bill fucks my wife Hillary.
Hillary is kind of a bitchy princess. She cages me. Cucks me. I love it.
There....I said it....it's out. It feels better now. I'm not sure where I am with it. It's been going on for about a year now. And I guess I'll explain...
I met my wife several years ago through mutual friends while living on pretty much the other side of America from where I grew up (hint...I grew up near the Atlantic). She was young, REALLY young, about nineteen. For anyone whose read my stories, you know these things happened PRETTY far back now. We're talking over a decade. The characters, myself, Bill and Morgan are pushing closer to 40 than we are to 20 (more honesty).
So you can imagine the surprise when a pretty young teen girl shows up at a 30 something guys house ***** at like 2AM asking to come in. Hillary seduced me, and OH BOY FUCK DID I LET HER! She's cute, and not like I've described Morgan, but the EXACT opposite. Hillary has weight. At the time she had THICC (As the kids say) thighs, and a fat ass. She's half Hispanic, but all kinds of white with blonde hair and brown eyes. Dark nipples and a dark pussy are pretty much the only things that look Hispanic on her. The girl can TAN. I will give her that.
And right off the bat we got along. I was a few years removed from Morgan leaving me, and getting over it (sort of), dipping back into my youth. That's right where I started noticing, Hillary gets what she wants. Whatever she sets her mind too.
People told me to watch out for her body, and when we broke up for a bit, and she came back she had gained weight, but she kept that big amazing ass. If Morgan was “”LEGS” Hillary was the “ASS”. To add to that, Hillary must have developed quite late, because she went from small “b-cups” to pretty fat “c-cups”. She had the tits and ass, and was more than able to hide the weight with tight clothes and mostly black. Still, she was, what you would call FAT.
While Morgan ended up being comfortable with make-up, it took her some time. Hillary waited no such time, and was right in the age range to add all this new heavy make-up. Thick eye-brows, dark foundation, and whatever lip color/eye-color I wanted on that day. I was particular to GREEN. LOL. She liked to put the make-up on thick, but she made it work. Honesty, she could rival Morgan in the “hot face” department on any given day.
I'd add pics, but Hillary was the kind of person who would “cut my dick off” (her words) if she found out about shit like that. You see, Hillary was and is kind of a DIVA. People have told me before, and I don't know if its her fat, or her pudge (as she calls it) but men tell me she looks like she can fuck. I'll be the first to admit the girl can fuck, for someone with little experience. I was only her third lay in her entire life. Maybe fourth.
What was the most shocking with that inability was her blowjob skills. Hillary can literally make you cry and ask her to stop. That's how hard she can suck you. Where the pleasure is LEGITIMATELY so intense it feels like its tipping to some Hellraiser like pain, and you're not quite sure you can survive. Try and last two minutes with Hillary sucking your cock. I dare you. You won't. Especially if she's wearing glasses and red lipstick.
Again, you'll have to ask for pics privately. This could get me screwed, and not in the fun way.
Right off that bat, I could see she had the “princess” thing down to an art. She kept texting me I was lucky for her “pussy” and “blowjobs” and I should thank god since she's out of my league. And yes, right off the bat Hillary insulted my cock. I USED to think it was reasonably sized at 5 and some extra hard, but Hillary brought me down to Earth. “5 Inches in your dreams,” she'd laugh. She even asked what it was like to have a “baby dick”. Shit like that hurt, but I think she knew I liked the abuse.
And I've mentioned that ASS. She might have a little gut, and some bigger arms, but I dare you to see her at a bar and not stare. Talk to her for five minutes and watch her bend over the bar to get a drink and you'll be hard as a rock. I've seen it time and again.
She did the things I WANTED Morgan to do, like step on my dick and make me strap her heels, or tie her bikinis and treat me kind of like a little worm. Sue me, I like a little pain and degradation.
Further, she didn't hold back on how she thought she looked. Sure she called herself a “fat ass”, but get her ***** and she'd tell you she could FUCK whoever she wanted. She had the tits, ass and hot face to back it up. I'd watch her prove that several times at bars, where some guy would be trying to spit game on some model, and Hillary would say she 'could get him'. Hillary never really wore skirts and heels like Morgan either. Her move was the tight black smooth yoga pants, and it worked with that ass, and those thighs and legs.
She'd move in and get whatever guy she chose to pay attention to her. Then she'd come back and brag to myself and friends that the “stud” wanted to fuck her. IT wasn't hard. She was a girl, and could get laid on whatever night she wanted.
That is where the problem started. Hillary wanted sex ALL the time. Like every single day, and more times than once. Again, I wasn't young like her. I was mid 30s. I could give her maybe twice a week. Sex was good, and she came a lot with me. Hillary was a squirter, and it didn't take much. No real rhyme or reason to fingering, fucking or eating her out. Stick something in the young fatty and she would cream all over the place.
The other problem, if you can't tell. I kept implying she was fat. She wasn't, isn't and never really was. She just isn't a twig and never has been. She'd fluctuate constantly, and I would try to get her eating a steady diet, and working out regularly. She'd notice these ploys, and again mention she's “not Taylor Swift”.
The final problem we suffer from is that we aren't technically married. We use the same name, live together, and claim 'common law', but after all this time, I've never asked her to marry me, which has been a point of contention with her.
If your keeping score, I'm 'married' to a DIVA, with a fat ass, big tits, an attitude and confidence (mostly) who wants to fuck every minute of every day.
About a year ago, I noticed something change. She was frustrated with our sex as usual. She began to work out HARD. Saying that maybe if she got fit, we'd fuck. Further, I think she went into what my 'fetishes' were. She knew I liked to be treated poorly, but at some point I think she must have read some of my stories. I pretty much knew it.
So she began to work out hard, and being 26 her body changed quickly. She got thick muscular legs and arms, and made that ass firmer and with less cottage cheese. She was looking fit.
One night while drinking and binge watching a show, Hillary asked if “I've ever been cheated on by an ex.” I told her “no” but she gave me a look. She mentioned “not even that girl your still in love with”. I explained I didn't know WHAT she was talking about. She just laughed and rolled her eyes.
Weeks later, I recalled being at a bar with her friends. All her friends are REALLY fat, and she admitted to doing that unpurpose so she looks amazing compared to them. It was working for her, as she was hit on constantly, and none of them were. Hillary would jest about “maybe he'd fuck me” to whatever guy hit on her. But that night one of her friends asked about marriage and Hillary thinks I didn't hear when she commented “he still jerks off to his ex.”
I began to wonder WHAT she knew and WHAT she'd seen. But my suspicions began to grow, and alternatively be confirmed when she asked what “BILL” looked like. I told her I hadn't seen him in years. He was 'sort of' good looking when we were younger, but I never thought so. Short, fatter, but built in the arms.
One night Hillary got a hold of an old photo of a number of my friends and I, but she was insistent on what “BILL” looked like. That was the first time I began to get an erection. Just like old times with Morgan. But this was far more blatant. It was the odd jealousy, betrayal and arousing feeling all at once.
It continued one night when she was on her phone and asked if Bill 'really fucked' all the girls I knew. I told her that was a lie, and maybe just rumors. He'd fucked SOME girls we grew up with, and then Hillary pointed out her fucked my “ex”. Which I hadn't really admitted, and I'm guessing she found out here.
A few nights later, I had a strange dream. I was in a high-rise building, walking up the 10th escalator. I made my way to an apartment. I rang the bell, it was Hillary, and she seemed unamused. She called for Bill and asked him to “make it quick”. I woke up instantly. What, did I dream of them living together. The same cuckold feelings stirred, but this time I knew what they were.
It all came to a crashing nightmare of a scenario, when Hillary caught me writing on another cuckold site about Morgan and Bill's time together. She was pissed that I was 'obsessed' with my ex who cheated on me. She also asked if I was some sort of sissy wimp. She knew what a cuckold was, and asked if I LIKED that. What pissed her off most, was that she caught me jerking off to the site. She got pretty mad, since our sex life wasn't perfect. It was kinda dead at times.
Hillary finally admitted she'd known of the site for months, I guess I don't shut things down as well as I think when I drink.
A few months later, and there was sort of a 'reunion' being planned. Nothing really with all my friends, but a few of us. Two from high-school, and one of their girlfriends with some other friends of theirs. My and Hillary now lived closer to home (still several hours) and decided to make the trip. When I found out Bill was going I mentioned it to Hillary, and she sighed. “GREAT!”
I asked her why she was apprehensive. Hillary told me Bill wanted to “FUCK” her. I laughed and said she wasn't his type. Hillary was drinking an alcoholic seltzer and laughed. “Dude,” and she handed me her phone. She showed me facebook post after facebook post. I'd seen the pics, of Hillary in make-up doing her 'young girl' posting thing. I was shocked when Bill had liked a number of her posts. She explained he'd 'dogged' her into a friend request acceptance.
I told her she really wasn't his type, which got me yelled at, because she went right to “because I'm fat”. I told her she wasn't, I was sorry.
The night of the party I was excited. With Morgan, I was used to her putting on skirts, heels and the whole nine. Hillary disappointed me with a crop top sweat shirt, a tight black shirt, and yoga pants. The yoga pants were tight as fuck though and showed off that ass and those legs and thighs. Again, I hoped boots, but just “NIKE” high-tops. Hillary did apply a good amount of her signature make-up making herself look absolutly gorgeous in the face.
We had our own hotel, but we all met at friend's hotel. There was my buddies fitness instructor girlfriend, a cute Asian girl that Hillary clung to, and another group of fatter girls, with one older looking girl with a good body. I only really knew two other guys, and of course Bill. When he came it wasn't a grand entrance and he didn't do anything ***** and stupid. Maybe I hadn't grown up, and was expecting the worst.
Bill, myself and the two other guys we grew up with were joking and smoking. I introduced Hillary to Bill and she laughed and said “this is BILL!” She made a grand gesture. I apologized for her.
Knowing he was single I walked around the small party expecting him to either “A” make a pass at the cute Asian, or “B” get wasted and go for the full fatty. I chatted with my short buddy who he'd fuck, but he seemed more interested in catching up. I looked over to see Hillary and Bill talking on the couch, and she was laughing.
I went about getting to know the “friends” of “friends”, and looked to the couch to see Hilary gone. Around the corner, in the kitchen she was talking with Bill and the Asian girl. Except, it seemed Hillary and Bill were alone in the room. He was only speaking with her. She was laughing and I think they told stories of me.
At one point they went outside together for a smoke. My cock was coming to life. This couldn't be real. He wasn't into HER was he. Was this all happening again. But something felt strange now, and I didn’t feel the same betrayal and wonder. Instead I felt anxiousness. I looked outside, but they were still smoking and laughing. That's it. She doesn't smoke which MAY be a win for Bill. A small one, and I loved the slow burn.
It was time to get to the bar, and we all took a bunch of cabs. I waited to see Hillary sit with Bill, but she sat with me and held my hand. At the bar, she was getting *****, and her and Bill talked, but she was trying to get to know everyone. I was a little disappointed but also relieved. Maybe nothing was going to happen, but maybe, just maybe she'd start that slow descent into being a “Bill girl”.
The party wound down, and everyone was leaving. Bill took off before some people, and I watched him hug Hillary goodbye. She was sitting at the bar. Bill said goodbye to me, and I told myself it was a relief, but I was a little disappointed. Like I've said, I like the 'slow transition', the 'build up' so this was an arousing start.
It was time for us to leave as well. Hillary and I usually were the ones to get that LAST drink. I went to the bathroom, and made some texts about being happy to see my friends. I got back to the bar, and was floored. Bill and Hillary were making out, like it was high-school and they had never kissed another person. To make it worse, Bill's hand was pushed into Hillary's black yoga pants covered lap, and her hand was right down Bill's jeans. My cock went from half-hard to fully erect in an instant. This wasn’t a slow burn at all.
The bill came, and they didn't stop. In fact, Hillary stood up and pulled Bill off to the back deck. I followed them quickly, and found them again making out, in a secluded corner. They didn't seem to care who watched, and Bill's hand was legit groping her firm ass. Hillary's hand was down his jeans, which were unbuttoned. Their kiss broke and Hillary was looking down saying something, but Bill was shaking his head. She seemed playfully annoyed, and helped him zip up. My head was spinning, jealousy, rage and arousal all at once. But this wasn't a 'will they' or 'won't they feeling'. The anxiousness, I realized was WHEN would it happen.
Hillary and Bill finished their make-out session and came back towards me. She smiled seeing me, not saying a word. They were overjoyed to see me, and we got a shot and another drink. Now, they chatted as if I wasn't there, and pointed out people who looked funny. I noticed two things. Bill had a huge erection, and my wife's pussy was swollen and pushing out, giving her an obvious camel-toe.
Bill finally left, and Hillary and I danced *****. She was grinding my now hard cock with that fat lovely ass and I almost came. We made it home and had intense, if not brief sex, were she told me to fuck her hard, but I had to pull out. Too close to ovulation.
We didn't discuss the previous night, and I waited to. Hillary went about the morning as if it was normal. We were now at my parent's house, about a mile from Bill's. The town I grew up in. Hillary and I discussed where to go for drinks. Tonight, when she got ready, she got READY. She put on tight black yoga pants, black boots and a tight black top with gold mesh design above a tight black top showing ample cleavage. She had on hoop earrings and full maroon lipstick. She looked gorgeous. We didn't have liquor and she wanted some vodka AND tequila.
I decided to make a run to the local beer and liquor store. When I was there she texted me. It was a group text with Bill. “Me and Bill want to go to (redacted due to it being an actual place) are you in?”
I stared at the text as I bought the alcohol. Her and Bill decided together? To go out? And they wanted to know if I was in? It was so strange, and happening SO fast, not like Morgan at all. I got back after saying I was “down” not wanting to make it weird.
Bill walked up to my place. He had a black collared shirt, jeans and white sneakers. I had on a button up purple shirt and slacks. Honestly, they matched. The drinking started, and I just watched as the conversation went to “who Bill fucked” and “where” in my own house.
When we got in a UBER, Hillary was up front, but she was only talking to Bill. At the bar, I felt as though I wasn't even there. I had to interject to get shots and be a part of the 'rounds' call. They laughed, danced and drank. I was truly a third wheel once again. And I was hard as fuck. How far would this go. Bill kept trying to kiss my cute ***** chubby wife, but she kept moving her head away. She kept mentioning about how she was 'fat' but he told her she was beautiful. I was aroused and afraid to do anything at all as usual.
Finally, we left, and went back to my parent's place.
We found ourselves outback, with Hillary and Bill sitting on the gray picnic bench together. He brought out the weed, and Hillary insisted we smoke. First time she acknowledged me. She was giggling soon at his jokes. “Get me a vodka tonic hon,” she said wanting to watch her weight.
I was eager to get back down. Would they be flirting, laughing, who knows. I raced down with a mixed drink and two beers. I came outside in the dark to see my wife and Bill once again making out, eyes closed. Her hand was on his crotch, under his jeans, and his was on her large right breasts kneading it.
My wife broke the kiss, smiled, and stood up, she grabbed Bill's hand and smiling the whole time walked by me with Bill into my house. I waited, afraid to follow. I heard the creak of the stairs and then nothing. I moved slowly to the door of the den, and then walked out to the winding stairs. When I reached the door area, below the upper floor I heard. “OOOHHHHH BILLL!”
My cock twitched in my pants. I crept slowly up the stairs and peaked over into the dark of the living room. I saw them, on the couch. Where Bill had bedded MANY girls including my 'ex' Morgan. It took him a few years to get Morgan. It took him two DAYS to fuck my wife. I couldn't see much but I saw her yoga pants by her boots, her legs around Bill's ass, and his own pants down by his ankles. He was humping her, and they kissed.
“OOOHHH BILL!” She moaned. “I'M SORRY I'M GONNA CUM ALL OVER YOUR DICK!” She cried out, wrapping her legs around his own legs.
SPLOSH! SPLOSH! SPLOSH!
His humps made a clear sound now in her sopping pussy. “Fuck Hill...I'm gonna cum myself....I need to pull out....”
“NO BABBY!” She cooed. “You didn't cum last night, and I did....you need to cum good baby,” she was whispering. “I ovulated days ago, you're good.”
“FUCK HILLARY! FUUUUUCK!” He grunted.
BLOOP! SPLORT! SPLASH! SQUISH!
Heavier, and wetter sounds fulled the room. He was panting and pulled off of her. She held her legs up. “Get me a napkin or something Bill!”
He ran to the kitchen and got a white towel. She scooped something from between her legs and threw it down on the rug. Hillary shot up and pulled her pants up. Bill began to button his pants. The pair walked to the kitchen and out on the top deck out the glass swinging door which slammed behind them. I decided to follow finally. I came upon them smoking, Hillary smiling ear to ear in the light of the deck.
“SMOKE HON?” She handed me one. She stretched. “You know when you have GREAT sex and those moments right after.” My cock was dripping at her openness. “And you couldn't give ONE fuck about ONE thing.” She looked at me. “Babe...where are the drinks.” She laughed.
I walked down the wood stairs to the bottom deck and grabbed the drinks I had left and came back. Bill's arm was around my wife's shoulders. They shared a smoke. “It's getting WAY late,” Hillary finally laughed. I watched her take Bill's hand and leave me, once again with three full drinks. I could see them in the kitchen window walk down the steps.
A half hour later, I decided to walk around to far side of bottom floor and climb in the window above the freezer. I was still scared to confront them. Would I always be. My erection was harder than it had been in years. I made a slow creep into the basement and walked to the small hall with two doors. The door to the den was ope, and in the dark, in the light of the TV in the den, Hillary was on top of Bill, facing him, her big nude ass moving up and down.
I unzipped my pants and jerked off, watching my wife fuck my buddy. It wasn't long and I shot a huge load into a heap of dirty laundry. Spent, I left them fucking, and went back out the window and up the stairs to the kitchen. Out in the living room, I shined my phone light down. It was a massive load of cum in a small towel.
I went to bed, fully exhausted. Around 4AM I awoke, and Hillary hadn’t joined me. I snuck back out the back door, down the wood steps and into the back basement window. I found myself again creeping around to see my wife, now, with her ass facing Bill, in a reverse cowgirl, fucking my friend, she was moaning and humping hard. My erection was dealt with quickly, and I crept back out and upstairs.
Around 6AM, I found my wife still missing. I repeated my sneaking, and when I got to the back basement, I couldn't see them. So I crept into the room. Morning light was coming in. Hillary was asleep, with her black bra on her large tits. She was in only black panties. Bill's arm around her waist. He was in his gray boxers. They both had wide smiles. I almost got caught when Bill awoke, his erection poking out as he walked to the bathroom in the basement scratching his dick. He returned to his spot behind my wife.
I couldn’t sleep. And went to McDonalds. It took two hours, and I came back at 8AM. I returned to my spot behind the couch. Now will Bill woke up there was NO erection. Hillary's top was off, her large boobs and dark long nipples out in the daylight. Bill came back from a puss and dropped right back with her.
Later that day, Hillary hopped and skipped around the house in a tight white top and yoga pants. I was drinking early. I was ***** and said something.
Hillary laughed. “About what? Me fucking your friend?” She said it with confidence. “Somebody got laid.” She looked at my cock. “Your a cuckold. You should love it!” She then turned and spanked her ass. “Don't act like you don't love it,” she laughed and sank to her knees. She began to pull my sweat pants down, ******** my hard cock. Hillary pushed her mouth to my tip, and sucked me into her mouth. This was not slow, nor passionate. This was a cock fucking suck, and I felt her slide her tongue and warm mouth down my cock, putting some intense pressure on my shaft. She was looking in my eyes, and my balls began to stiffen and tighten. “See babe,” she smiled, licking my tip, and then she pushed my cock into her nice big tits. She pushed her tits over my dick as I began to ejaculate on her neck. “Guys who aren't cucks don't cum like this.” She smiled to me, and when I was spent, she kissed my tip.
For days, like a puppy dog with a boner I followed her. She seemed happier than I'd seen her. Our sex life didn't get worse, it got BETTER. I wanted to fuck every other night now. It wouldn't last long, and I'd usually eat her out until SHE came first, but it was amazing.
She darkened her hair to almost black, since she was technically a blonde before. And she got a personal trainer. I actually started doing high intensity workouts, aka Insanity (among others) with her on a daily basis.
A few weeks later, Bill wanted to make a trip down to where we lived. I told a ***** Hillary and she smiled, talking about “getting laid” under her breath.
That weekend, he made the trek up to our apartment several hours south of him. He got there and hugged Hillary. The two kissed passionately, and he spanked her ass. She laughed and they went into the bedroom we occupied together. I wasn't there once again. He hadn't even said “hi”. I heard moans quickly, and Hillary cumming.
A few minutes later, Bill came out, without his black collared shirt, just a white T-Shirt. He finally came over and said hello, and gave me a 'pound' with his fist. We shot the shit, and drank beers. I was nervous to confront him as always. He talked about NEEDING this weekend. How his job sucked, and his parents were all over him.
Hillary came out in a a tight blue floral top, that showed off her ample chest, and black bra. She had on ripped jeans that made her ass pop. I noticed the growing muscles in her legs now. I was surprised she wore heeled boots. She was fishing something from her purse. “We're going to dinner babe,” Hillary said, “if you want we can all catch up later for drinks.”
I watched them leave, and went to Hillary's hamper and pulled out some panties. I spent the next half hour sniffing her panties until my cock was practically cumming on its own. She didn't have a strong pussy smell like Morgan, and Hillary often pointed out if your 'cunt stinks you're a dirty bitch'. Hillary never smelled. EVER.
A sat down and drank for an hour, fully sated, but getting horny again. Hillary was texting they were getting 'wings' down at that place we'd never tried. I was slightly more jealous of the wings than them being together. Another hour past and I asked when they'd be done.
Hillary responded twenty minutes later, that they had left that place an hour ago and were getting rinks at the Irish dive bar. So I got ready and went to the bar, hoping to see them. When I made the twenty minute walk to the bar, the bartender slid me a beer. He knew me. They weren't in the bar, which was good, because the old guy knew Hillary too. He'd hit on her before. I texted her, and she said they went to the 'other' Irish bar because she doesn't like the old man. They had only been at the first place for a few drinks and shots.
I arrived to a ***** Hillary, with her hands down Bill's pants. She was so ***** they asked us to leave. She was hanging all over Bill. There is an alley on the way back to our place, and Hillary had to pee. So she ran off into the alley. Soon Bill followed, saying he has to pee.
I heard noises and giggling. Then I heard THUMPING and moaning, so I went into the alley. Right down the alley in plain sight, my wife's jeans were down and her fat ass was getting slammed from behind by Bill. I watched his cock slide in and out of my wife as she laughed and told him to “hurry up”. She saw me and 'shoo'd' me away. “GO make sure no ones coming.” She instructed.
I did as told and they came back moments later laughing and walking arm in arm.
When we got back, I was like a ghost to them. Hillary and Bill went at it right there in the hallway. Kissing as if they were going to die. Bill's hands snaked down the back of my girl's jeans and groped her ass. Hillary's hand was already in his jeans, moving over his dick. The pair went into my room, and I didn't see them the rest of the night. But OH BOY did I hear them. If I said her pussy could be eaten for a bit, I meant it. It never smelled and she always came quick. Her pussy juice was delicious, somehow both bitter and sweet.
Bill got plenty of time to taste it. I could tell he was eating her out, as she kept cumming every two minutes. “OOOOOHHHHH!!” That loud almost shouting moan she did, and I could see her “O” face, like she was being stabbed. Then I heard her say “EASY! EASY!” He must have been pushing too many fingers in her. This went on for an hour.
I was jerking off on the couch listening. My shirt got soiled with my loads.
Then they were fucking. I heard the bed creak, and my wife softly moaning. I knew she was going to cum hard. “OHHHH GODDDD BILL!” She shouted.
I drifted off at about 1AM. I awoke at 3AM and saw the sheets outside the bedroom. No noise. I walked up and lifted the sheets. They were literally soaked with Hillary's cum. I couldn't fine Bill's until I went to the bathroom. In the toilet was paper towels wadded with cum and lots of cum floating around. The yellow water told me she had pissed and not flushed.
The next day, we were drinking early. My wife and Bill were on the couch behind me. During a basketball game, I was sipping a beer and hearing them giggle from the couch. Bill was moaning about “how can she suck cock like that” and I finally turned from the loveseat to see my wife sucking Bill's cock on the couch. She told me to 'pay attention to the game'. But I kept stealing glances and then I took a pic.
She flipped out on me at that point. “YOU FUCKING PERVERT! WATCHING OTHER PEOPLE ENJOY SEX!” She was legit mad and began to slap me. She told me if I did it again that was “my dick”. Which scared me.
All I heard from behind me was “OH FUCK! OH SHIT!” From Bill.
That night I watched Hillary get into a tight black yoga pants, a tight black top, and her leather crop-top jacket. She looked ready to go out in full dark make-up. I expected to be sort of ditched again, and kind of was looking forward to it. Instead, Hillary dragged me out with them. She as holding my hand and sat with me as we ate pizza.
We made our way to the local club like bar where people danced. My wife surprised me when she sat her big ass in my lap. She started getting shots. At one point, she made Bill do a shot from between her tits. Then she kissed him after, all while sitting in my lap. When Bill went to the bathroom I brought up what exactly was the arrangement. My wife laughed. “Whatever I want it to be,” she then began to grind her ass in circles on my cock. I was already hard. “Cucks who've been erect all night can't complain.” She began to...well....twerk?...on my dick. If that's the word. She moved in rapid succession up and down on my shaft with the crack of her ass. “You wanna cum,” she whispered.
It was already too late when she spoke those words. I was already past the point of no return, and I blasted an immense load in my pants. “HILLLARY!” I moaned loudly. There was a massive wet sticky spot and my wife laughed. She helped me slide the chair under the bar, to hide my crotch. When Bill came back she wanted to dance, and he looked at me, but Hillary told him I wasn't going anywhere for a bit. From that point on, I was stuck, hiding my gooey shame. Hillary and Bill danced, kissed, and played, all while stopping by me to get drinks. I think it helped them get served faster, and I wonder to this day if she planned it all.
They again made love in our bedroom that night. But something changed, and I sort of started to willingly get on board. My sex life with Hillary blossomed. I noticed her body was changing due to her exercise, smaller waist, thick but muscular thighs, and arms.
She brought in toys at some point; a dildo and a cage. A cage for my cock. She teased me on certain days, locked me up and played with my dick, telling me she was OUT of my league and I was lucky. I asked if Bill knew about the cage, and she said I can 'ask him myself if I want'. I was never going to do that.
The next affair weekend was to be had at my parents house. Bill had told my wife about getting 'double' fucked in my hot-tub. One, by his cock, and the other by the jet of the hot tub. He'd done this with many women including Morgan. Hillary seemed intent on one upping the 'skinny bitch' as she called Morgan.
So that night I spent the night downstairs, listening to the tub on above my head. Sadly, I couldn't do the 'double fuck' hot-tub thing. My dick was too small and slipped out. The girl needed to be able to sit on your dick reverse cow-girl and face the jets under the faucet.
An hour later, they came down. Hilary in a tight white top, with no bra, her nipples clear as day, and a pair of panties only. Bill had his white tank and jeans on. She was looking at Bill like he was a GOD and jealousy again took over, mixed with arousal. She just kept kissing his face, and lips, like he had just saved her life. Her hand was constantly down his pants. It was hard NOT to see this, since the love seat in the den was adjacent to the couch they occupied.
My wife kept asking about where the 'skinny bitch' and Bill fucked. In a bout twenty minutes, they were gone. Hillary wanted to fuck in the dirt road area, and at Bill's house. After about two hours I texted Hillary asking where she was.
“Getting laid...u?” She responded.
She didn't come back that night. I fell asleep in the loveseat. I was awoke by my wife sucking my cock, hard and fast until I came in the early morning light. “How are you hard?” She giggled wiping cum from her mouth. “I thought you'd be cranking off all night.”
Around noon, she was lying on the couch in black panties, and I groped her ass. I was hard as a rock, and I wanted to fuck her. I slipped her panties down, and got behind her. She put up no resistance as I slid my dick into her. She was loose to say the least. “LITTLE FUCKING CUCK! WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU!” She laughed banging her ass into my hips, fucking herself on my dick.
Hillary promised she wasn't going to “leave me”. That I was a good 'provider' and cute adoring little boyfriend. Bill was just a 'lay'.
The cage would come on more often, especially when Bill openly shared pics of my wife with my friends, and didn't hide it was m wife. He chose the two he knew wouldn't put up a fight about it, as they never did. Hillary would brag about how my friends get to jerk off to my wife, and I don't, then she'd flick my cage.
“They don't do that,” I told her.
But she opened the chat I had with my four buddies, one being Bill, and it was clear they asked for pics of Hillary's ass and tits quite regularly. He'd share pics she sent him. But they didn't jerk off to her.
Hillary had my phone and was typing. She was laughing, waiting, and then typing again. When she was happy, she handed me the phone. She texted my buddy Brad. “Come clean, do you jerk off to my wife?”
Bradley texted back. “Uh...yeah...sorry.” Then Hillary as me asked how often. Bradley responded. “LOL...a few times a day.” He was still typing and kept texting about how 'hot' she'd become and 'dat ass' and 'dos tits tho'.
Not too long ago, we got invited to Bill's ****** cookout at his house. When we went there, I was going to greet Bill's mom and introduce Hillary. As some of you may know, his mom hated me. It was my utter shock, when Bill's mom lit up and shouted. “HILLARY!” And I watched her hug my wife.
Bill's mom pulled Hillary to the 'hags' and some of them knew her. I'd get hard if I wasn't in a cage. I watched, in pain, as Hillary in a sundress, with her ass sticking out one way, and tits sticking the other, greeted Bill's ******. I wasn't even a part of it.
I was drinking with Bill's brothers and father and uncles, and they commented on the 'big assed' girl. It was Hillary, who unlike Morgan came up and introduced herself as MY wife. At one point, we were alone by the buffet, and my wife laughed. “If you stay over here,” she whispered. “His mom cooks you pancakes.” She then waved to his mom. “She DOES NOT LIKE YOU.....knows you're a cuck I think.” Hillary laughed.
I was trying to get hard, but the cage was stopping me. My wife and I left, pretty *****, making out the whole time. We made it to my parents house and got in the hot-tub. Hillary told me 'don't eve try the double fuck'. I didn't. It would be embarrassing. She let me out of my cage and jerked my cock, as she sat behind me. Her big tots on my back. “His mom is a bitch,” she whispered. “She asked if I would date Bill,” she licked my ear when I asked her how she responded. “I told his mom we were pretty much dating already.....he doesn't fuck anyone else you know.” She taunted me, picking up her pace. “He loves my pussy, my ass and tits.”
I began to cum hard, and it shot out of the water. She was laughing. “Little cuck boy.” She kissed my head and stood up. “Get out, I need to get ready.”
Hillary explained she was going out with Bill to the Chinese food place to meet the 'crew'. The guys who thought they were cool in high-school. Tonight, my wife was going to be Bill's 'crew bitch'. I told her that's what they called the girls, and it made her laugh. She told me she was going to be the BEST crew bitch they'd ever seen.
She put on a tight shiny silver top, which showed massive cleavage. She slipped into tight black jeans, and black heeled knee high boots I'd never seen. She then pulled on her leather coat. Her dark hair, dark make-up and sexy black glasses made her look every bit the part.
To add to the tease, Hillary caged me. And she didn't come home that night. I'd heard she sucked Bill's dick at a party, and they 'fucked' upstairs. Just like a 'crew bitch' would.
The next night, Hillary and I were in our apartment, and she was wearing tight black yoga pants and a white t-shirt. She asked if I knew what a 'footjob' was. I knew she had given one to Bill. He loved feet, and kept saying Hillary had 'dainty little sexy things' with a sexy tattoo. She pulled down my pants. “OH SHIT BABE!” She looked at my cage. “I FORGOT!”
I had thought it was more teasing. She left me in the cage an entire day. She got the key and let me out, and then put lotion on her feet. She wrapped her soles around my dick and began to jerk. It wasn't my first, but it sure as shit was my best foot-job and I quickly sprayed up into the sky. It didn't stop, and I kept cumming for longer than I'd cum, probably ever. Her feet were covered. My wife was giggling.
She wiped her feet with a tissue and talked about how much Bill loved those. I asked how many she'd given him and she said maybe 'ten'. ALREADY?
I asked what else he'd fucked, laughing. She stood up and pointed to her tits, her ass crack, the back of her knees, her elbows, her armpits. “He literally has fucked them all.” She told me. It was his MO when he had a hottie. Just like Morgan. Now my wife.
That's the end of the first part. I'm going to write more. We took a trip down to Orlando for Halloween. If you're interested in seeing what my wife looks like, or her ass, or tits, or you wanna see texts, pics, etc. PM me. If I feel like I can trust you I'll share. A LOT.
I'm still afraid she will find out about all of this. But she doesn't know about THIS site. I'm pretty sure she has supposed 'Bull' spies on that other site.
So you're probably wondering, if I'm afraid why I'm sharing now. Well, it's an odd time. Last week, a co-worker of Bill's tested positive for this Corona-virus. He got an email late that night about having to quarantine himself for several weeks to be precautious. Unfortunately, he was on a date with my wife at the movies. They were having a few days together for first time in months. They'd already had sex three times that day alone at my parents house.
Hillary called her doctor the next morning. She explained that she had sexual relations with a man who'd potentially been *******. Her doctor instructed her to quarantine as did her school (she only goes part time) and work (she does less than 20 hours). They all recommended she remain with the '******' she'd been ******* to and remain in the same place she'd potentially been ******* for at LEAST two weeks. As did Bill's work.
So no lie you guys, I'm sitting on my bathroom floor as I right this in my shitty apartment in the city with roaches, and very little food. Forced to remain indoors myself, and avoid contact. I'm not sick, but my work and ****** wants me to be safe, and my city wants us to remain inside. I just ate a shitty box of mac and cheese from a store.
Meanwhile, my buddy has been quarantined with my wife since Wednesday, in my parents HUGE empty house. With a stocked fridge, a stocked freezer in the basement, and a fully stocked wet bar. All the booze they can drink. They stocked up with three thirty racks, and three boxed wines, and a bottle of Vodka, and Whiskey...JUST IN CASE. They have a pool table, video games (arcade style), one of those basketball games from the arcade, every movie channel, and a fucking HOT TUB.
The only clothes Hillary has are three pairs of sexy tight yoga pants, two club tops, two dresses and pair of tight biker shorts that show off her ass, and two short shorts. She packed lacy bras and panties ONLY, not expecting to work out at all. She only has sexy wedge heels with the blue straps.
She sent me a pic of her walking around in her heels and a dress for him at night.
I tell her its all fine, but honestly, I'm getting pissed. Bill has my wife to fuck whenever he wants for the next few weeks, and I can't even see her.
She told me there routine is basically morning sex, and a workout (pretty much naked, except for what she can salvage from MY room), breakfast, then whatever work/emails they need to do, a TV or a movie, a walk across the street (into the woods alone so no one is near them), and then they usually have a pretty earlier dinner (no lunch), and then around 7 they get in hot-tub. Where they fuck, watch Netflix and soak until like 10. Literally she said 10. Three hours in the hot tub. She says I don't have to worry, because Bill's usually 'out' after, and unless they're ***** they don't fuck before bed. Except Saturday night, I guess they changed it up and got dressed up and had sex late into the night Hillary told me. Change it up, she said.
By the way, Hillary doesn't really cook. She says she's trying, because Bill's even worse, but she isn't doing dinners.
Bill's fucking MOM cooks them dinner and leaves it on the steps. She knows who Bill's quarantined with. Bill's mom left them a box Saturday night. Of candles, chocolates, a tub of fresh lasagna they just needed to heat, a bottle of nice wine, two condoms and one of Bill's ***'s Viagra pills. It was her idea they have a nice "date" night to relax through all this.
She fucking left a care package for my buddy so that he could fuck MY WIFE!
The candles, the chocolates, the wine, and the lasagna were all put to good use, Hillary says. The Viagra was taken LATE into the night, to get Bill 'back in the game'.
The condoms remain unopened.
So if you want pics or info or whatever let me know. I'm ready to talk
