Another Story Written By My Cuckold Husband About Myself And His Best Friend!On Friday night I came home late from work to find my best friend ******* the hell out of my wife.
His name was Brad, her name was Amy. Brad was a stud, almost 200 lbs, strong, confident, good looking and always horny. Amy was just as horny all the time, smart, sexy, brunette and a dead knockout. Amy and I were both in our mid-twenties, Brad a few years younger.
It was no surprise to see them in bed together, actually. I knew it was just a question of time before they did it. They had always flirted around me, but lately their passion for one another reached an all time high. He was coming on to her more than just flirting these days, and she was always the willing recipient, always looking for his attention. She welcomed his flirting, and loved his persistent attention toward her.
Brad made no secret to me that, should anything happen between my wife and I, that he would be on her like white on rice. My wife, as well, fantasized about how big Brad's **** was when we were alone. Sometimes she would get me so hard talking about how his **** would taste and smell if it was right in front of her. She told me that no matter how dirty his **** was, she would go down on him, given the right moment.
Just before Friday we were watching a movie in our living room, when I turned around and saw my wife and Brad making out on the couch beside me. They embraced passionately, his hands sliding down between her thighs, her hands caressing his hair and soft face. She sucked his lips slowly every time they broke a kiss. I didn't say anything, I just kept on watching the movie, trying not to nurse my raging hard on. I couldn't believe they both cuckolded me without so much as a word, but truth be told, I kind of liked it.
I tried so hard not to look when the slurping sounds got louder and louder, but I couldn't help it. There was my wife, her face buried in Brad's crotch, her hands rubbing his balls--and what huge balls he had! She was licking the head of his thick huge fat **** and slowly twirling her tongue around the shaft. He had his head back and was smiling, his hand pushing Amy's head up and down on his raging hard-on. She swirled her tongue around his big tool like a snake, sniffing between breaks. Her eyes were on his, and she winked at him, which made him smirk at me. He looked at me, winked and gave me the thumbs-up before he thrust his hips faster and faster into my wife's pretty mouth, his hands grabbing her hair. His **** was impressive, no doubt. It wasn’t that it was long, but wide, and I suddenly understood why Brad always referred to his tool as the “football”. The stench that filled the air was overwhelming me, and I felt ashamed to like it, since Brad was the one doing all the sweating between them. I watched my wife’s hands grip Brad’s waist, sliding them up to his chest and squeezing with all her might as her face bobbed up and down on his tool faster then ever. She was more than in heaven, she was a woman on a mission. Clearly this was something she gave plenty of thought to.
Brad closed his eyes and caressed Amy’s face with his big hands as she inhaled his fat ****, working her tongue all over his shaft. I knew Brad was having the time of his life, but he couldn’t last much longer. He held Amy down on his **** as he stood up, and started ramming her mouth with his big ****, face ******* her. Amy gripped his hips hard as Brad spew a gallon of hot white *** down her throat, heaps of the gooey white liquid seeping down from the sides of her lips. Amy sniffed loudly before pulling her pouty lips off his thick organ and smiled up at him. Spent, he collapsed on the couch and passed right out. Amy, proud of her handiwork, admired Brad’s body and cleaned his crotch up with her tongue. She walked over to me and French kissed me, forcing Brad’s dirty fluids down my mouth. She winked at me before hitting the shower, and I quickly used this opportunity to whack myself off while I had the moment.
I jerked my 5-inch **** fast and hard thinking about the incident that just befell me, and just as I was about to ***, I noticed Brad watching me from the corner of his eye. I came all over myself and quickly rose to my feet, looking for a tissue. Brad grabbed the Kleenex box that was right beside him and whipped it at me, shaking his head in disgust and turning over on the couch, trying to get back to sleep. Feeling a little humiliated, I went straight to bed and waited for Amy to join me. I waited still in bed for at least half an hour before I heard giggling from my wife, so I opened the door a crack to investigate the noise. I saw my wife and best friend passionately making out, her hands tangled in his hair, her lips sucking his, and his hands squeezing her big beautiful **** hard. Realizing she wasn’t coming to bed anytime soon, I shut the door, turned off the lights and tried my best to get some sleep. Needless to say, I wasn’t very successful. Beating myself off again as she moaned his name seemed to do the trick, and I fell asleep with my own *** spattered all over my stomach.
So Friday came along and, after a hectic work week, not to mention the concern over my wife and Brad’s sudden relationship, all I wanted to do all weekend involved the words “rest” and “relaxation”. Instead, once I arrived at my front door to put my key in the keyhole, I heard the grunting of another man, that man being my best friend Brad. Knowing what was going on inside, I turned the key and swung the door open, and there they were, ******* like rabbits on my couch! Brad was on top of her naked, crushing her with his weight, and my wife loved every minute of it, telling him how good he felt, to keep ******* her harder, how big his **** was! His tongue traced around her naked breasts, and her hands were clawing his back. She alternated between rubbing his sweaty back to caressing his soft hair, which seemed a lot shorter than the other day. You see, I knew my wife was a sucker for big guys with brush cuts, so I clearly figured out Brad got the haircut just for her. Lucky bastard, I thought to myself, realizing I was talking about my best friend and my wife. I dropped my briefcase loud enough for them to both look at me at the same time, then at each other. They smiled and kissed on the lips, completely ignoring me. I couldn’t help my jealousy increase as I watched the tempo of their lovemaking, Brad grinding his pelvis in synch with her tight little box. His groin was really sweaty, and I could smell the stench of his sweat from where I was standing. My wife was moaning, giggling and screaming his name over and over, making me squirm. He was still crushing her against the couch, but she wouldn’t’ let him up, only grinded herself more with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he began ******* her a little harder, his fat **** buried all the way inside Amy’s tight ******. Brad buried his face between her **** and snuggled his face back and forth, making her scream for him even louder. Brad used the stubble on the bottom of his chin to tease her big ****, something which made my wife moan with passion. Man, Brad was really good in the sack, I thought to myself. I was sure my neighbours would hear them, but thought nothing of it, as they would think I was the one giving Amy the **** of her young life. Little did they know it was my best friend doing all the work on her, leaving me to do nothing but stand in awe of them, my own hard on ready to burst through my pants.
Trying my best to sound as cool as possible, I asked them if I could join, before Brad took his tongue out Amy’s mouth and moaned out “no chance in hell”. I looked down, feeling a little humiliated, when Brad started grunting again. Realizing what was about to happen, Amy started to get up, but Brad insisted that she take his load, something Amy didn’t seem to discourage. Within seconds, he shot his amazing load deep inside of her, showing no signs of pulling out. He lay there collapsed on her, passed out again, my wife panting and moaning his name still, his *** dripping out of her well-****** ****. She summoned me over and told me to lick her out. I told her I wouldn’t, but she startled me with her response. “Who are you kidding?”.
She was right. I wanted to taste her ****, her **** that was just ****** hard by my best friend. I was so humiliated and aroused at the same time that I fell to my knees and awaited her instructions. She just told me to “get to work”, so naturally, I asked Brad to move. Bothered that I was interrupting them, he told me to lick her with his still hard **** still inside of her. Let me tell you, this was the point of no return in our friendship. Here was my wife, asking me to lick her ****, with my best friend’s dirty **** wedged inside of it. If I did it, any sense of respect they had for me would be out the window. If I didn’t, I would be thinking about it for god knows how long. I put little thought into my decision as I stuck my tongue out and traced the edge of her **** with my flickering tongue.
Amy moaned and Brad’s **** grew, but my task was impossible. Brad’s big body, not to mention his football-sized ****, was in the way. I was really scared of what Brad’s reaction would be like if he felt my tongue on his ****, but he didn’t seem bothered. Instead, he just lay there as my face was inches away from his package. He grinded his **** against my nose as streams of *** fell into my mouth. Brad pulled out and sat on the couch, watching me suddenly dive into my wife’s filthy **** like a madman. He slapped the back of my head and told me to “make sure that ****’s squeaky clean for me next time, buddy”. I did, and saw Brad put his pants on. He gave Amy a wink without saying a word to me as he left. I realized he had not dropped by to hang out with us as he usually did. This appearance from Brad was strictly to stick his big **** inside of my wife’s tight hole.
On Saturday night I waited patiently for my wife to come home, only to fall asleep on the couch at 2am from boredom. At 4am I awoke to noises from outside the door, and realized it was my wife coming home, clearly with company. I pretended to be asleep, watching the two figures hurry to the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. I heard zippers come undone, clothes fall to the floor, and a few “ugh”s and “oh”s before pulling out my rock hard ****. Five minutes in I heard my wife’s unmistakable voice moaning Brad’s name, speaking incoherent sentences, with only the words “big ****”, “ram me harder” and “you’re so big” distinguishable. Within seconds, the bed was shaking, squeaking, pounding against the wall, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I swung the door open and watched the young couple **** like animals in our marital bed, sweating all over the sheets I had just washed earlier in the day. They both gave me a quick glance, noticing my **** hanging out of my fly. I gawked in awe of Brad as his big body overwhelmed my wife. They were kissing when they weren't whispering to each other, and both looked up at me upon Brad’s announcement of *******. My wife got on her knees and looked up at Brad, only to be flooded and doused with his thick, white smelly ***, which never seem to stop shooting. Ropes of *** drenched her hair and face, and Amy gave my best friend a slutty smile. Brad smacked her both cheeks a few times with his **** before telling me to “get out”.
“What are you talking about, ‘get out’?” I asked him.
“I’m spending the night. We’re taking the bed, you take the couch”. He said.
“Um, how ‘bout the other way around?” I joked, neither one of them cracking a smile.
“Aw, c’mon Brad, he can stay with us. The floor is nice and warm for him, don’t you think?” Amy said to Brad, whipping his *** of her face and sucking it from her fingers.
"Much better idea, sweetheart. Dude, you're get to sleep on the floor tonight.”
“I can take the couch guys,” I said nervously. They seemed to be bothered that I was even speaking.
“I'm gonna be ******* your wife all night. You get to watch. You’re on the floor.”
“No.” I said for the first time with authority.
“Yes.” Brad responded, dismissing my sad attempt at being affirmative.
“Do what he said, honey.” My wife said to me before sniffing Brad’s crotch.
“I said I’ll take the couch, don’t you two worry about me.” I said.
"No. I said you'll take the floor.” Brad responded, starting to sound impatient. “We want you to hear everything that happens tonight. Don’t we baby?”
“MMmmmmm, we sure do.” My wife said in a slutty manor, the likes of which she never acted with me.
So I did what they said. I did exactly as I was told. I got out the sleeping bag, Brad tossed me a pillow, which was doused with a mixture of their sweet, *** and slobber. I tried not to move when spits of Brad's *** landed on my face, in my mouth, in my hair. I didn't ask them to keep it down when the bed started banging against the wall. I didn't even ask if I could watch. I just let it all happen.
I didn’t get much sleep that night. All they did was **** and suck each other until sunrise. I wanted to see them, mind you. I wanted to watch every minute of their passion, but I felt very awkward. Their ******* was better than any ***** I had ever seen, but every time Brad would catch me looking at him ******* my wife, he looked a little bothered. My wife kept on telling him to ignore me, which he did, realizing that I was only the voyeur here, and not part of the act. All I wanted to see was Brad’s fat tool sliding in and out of my wife’s ******, but I respected the situation. I did give them quick glances every time I heard her scream, and caught images of her sucking his big toe, sniffing his balls and even licking his ***. Brad ****** her about 5 times that night, not including the ***** **** they did right in front of me, for my amusement, I’m sure. Brad sure did a lot of hair pulling as he ravaged my wife, and by the time the sun rose, they had fell asleep in each others arms, collapsed in a pool of their combined sweat and ***.
Realizing that there was nothing I could do about their newfound sexual relationship, I got out of the sleeping bag and proceeded to make myself breakfast. I pondered the cuckoldry that I had just been put through and didn’t give it much thought. Most husbands would have freaked out or left their wives instantaneously. I, on the other had, didn’t have any worries. I knew my wife loved me very much, and the friendship between Brad and I was stronger than it had ever been in years. What I hadn’t ever anticipated was the chemistry between my wife and best friend, and I realized that if I forbid their friendship, it would only cost me dearly. I decided to let things be, to let things unfold on their own. My wife could only love me for respecting her needs, and Brad, well, at least Brad was getting some on the side. I could live with that.
After all, I’m taking about the two people I trust more than anyone—my best friend and my wife. What’s the worst that could happen?