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By *skin OP Man 21 weeks ago
Edinburgh |
Part one was closed as thread became too big.
Life returned to almost normal. Mo continued to visit roughly once a fortnight, each time the same routine; he'd arrive and Mary would greet him at the door, he'd grope her bum or tits in front of me, making sure to make full eye contact with me, a leer on his face, before she would lead him upstairs. When he left he'd always make some sort of comment designed to humiliate me along the lines of "what a pussy" or "don't you worry hubby, I've just given her what she needs". I hated him.
One evening, things were different. They had been upstairs for about an hour when I heard him shout "hubby, come up here". This was new, I'd never been allowed to join them in the bedroom and to be honest, I had never wanted to. Nervously I walked upstairs and into the bedroom.
He was lying in the middle of our bed, completely naked. As before, I had to admire his physique, he certainly was a well built man. To his left was Mary. He had his arm around her shoulders and she was on her side, facing him. She looked unhappy, she had repeatedly told me she didn't want to hurt me by me seeing them together. This was clearly not her idea.
"Look at the mess your wife has made of my cock" he said. I looked at his cock. It was soft, about 5 inches and slippery with his cum and her juices. There was a bead of cloudy liquid at the tip. His balls were slick with the same cocktail of liquids.
"I can't go home l iike this hubby. Clean up your wife's mess". I moved towards the bathroom to get a towel. " No hubby, use your pathetic tongue. I'm told it not much good for anything else". Mary looked at me, a look of sympathy and guilt on her face. She nodded slightly. I weighed up my options. I could refuse, of course I could. This was my house, my bed, my wife. Who was this asshole to demand I lick his cock? I didn't refuse though. I was a bit scared of him, my wife seemed to think I needed to do this and it seemed the quickest and easiest way to get rid of this wanker.
I climbed on the bed and he spread his legs. I looked at his cock, it seemed slightly bigger now. I held it at its base, sticky and warm. My first cock. "That's it" he murmured and I timidly extended my tongue and licked the top of his cock. The drop of cum tasted of almost nothing. Slightly salty and not too unpleasant. I licked his shaft, both sides and then the underside.
I thought I'd finished then, would be allowed to leave but he wasn't quite done with me. He had embarrassed me, humiliated me, emasculated me in from of Mary but not quite enough. "Suck it hubby" he growled. His right hand pressed against the back of my head and pushed. He was strong, he was intimidating and I'd already licked it. I opened my mouth and took his brown cock into my mouth. "That's it hubby, well done". I could feel it hardening on my mouth, glans resting against my tonsils.
"Look what you've done!" he said, gently thrusting in an out of my mouth. "Looks like it's time for round two Mary". His hand left the back of my head and pawed at Mary's perfect breast. "Before you fuck off and I fuck your wife again, I want you to look at your wife. Mary, look at that pathetic excuse of a man lying there with another man's cock in his mouth". His tone was dismissive, belittling. I felt miserable and worthless. I looked at Mary, cock in my mouth and she looked me in the eye and shook her head slightly, a small smile on her lips. I noticed her nipples had hardened, presumably in anticipation of the fucking that was about to take place.
I stood up and walked out, leaving them to their fornication. I heard her moan as I closed the bedroom door. Walking down the stairs, I realised to my surprise and disgust that I was erect.
They fucked again while I went into the kitchen and gargled with water then whisky to get the taste of his cock out of my mouth. I could have brushed my teeth but I would have had to cross the bedroom to get to the bathroom and I didn't want to watch her with that arrogant prick. I didn't know what to think or feel. I'd never even thought of being with a man. While I wasn't repulsed by cocks, I wasn't attracted to them either. I wasn't attracted to the idea of having a relationship with a man either so why was I hard after what he made me do?
I sat on the sofa brooding. I had never dealt well with conflict and would usually avoid confrontation wherever possible. My previous girlfriends had always been assertive, had "worn the trousers" in our relashophships,and I had been told my a few people that I was a "pleaser", but not in a bad way. Could it be that it wasn't the cock in my mouth that had aroused me per se but the act of total submission and subservience? I didn't know for sure, but it was a moot point as there was no way that was happening again.
As usual, the sounds of fucking stopped and he left with a smirk and a gloating comment. This time it was "hope you liked the dark meat hubby, your wife sure liked the stuffing". I smiled sarcastically at his attempt at humour as I shut the door behind him. I heard the stairs creak behind me and I turned to see Mary standing on the bottom step. Despite what she was putting me through, she looked radiant and I realised that I loved her and her happiness was what I craved. She stepped forwards and kissed me on the lips. I tasted him on her lips and I knew he had ejaculated in her mouth. Again, my penis hardened. I tried to touch her breast but she brushed off my hand "maybe later darling" she whispered. We both knew that wasn't going to happen.
Over the next month, he visited three times. They kept themselves to themselves on those occasions with no more humiliation for me. She gave me a few hand jobs which I was grateful for but nothing more. Whenever I tried to get between her legs, she would push me away, always promising "later". I couldn't imagine her refusing Mo though.
In late August he took her upstairs as usual. I was in the kitchen, making myself a sandwich when I heard him descending the stairs after only five minutes or so. This was very unusual and I turned around, surprised as he walked into the kitchen.
He looked annoyed. "Your wife is on the rag" he said, clearly pissed off "and I don't stick it in bloody cunts". I was astounded by how ungrateful he was. I would have given anything to make love to Mary, whatever the time if the month. He glared at me then a sly smile spread over his face. "Man's come here for his hole, man's s getting one". He advanced toward me.
He grabbed my shoulder and spun me round, facing away from him. He pushed my head down onto the chopping board, sesame seeds from the loaf pressed into my cheek. With his other hand he pulled my tracksuit bottoms down and he then did the same with my boxers. I was panicking. It was clear what he wanted. I'd never had anything in me, not even a finger. I'd seen his cock, it had been in my mouth, there was simply no way it would fit inside me.
"No, please no" I begged. I tried to push myself off the counter. The pressure on my head increased as he lowered his lips to my ear. "Does Mary take it in the ass, hubby? I don't think so. I could go upstairs now and make her take it in her pretty, tight, virgin hole. She's smaller than you, it will hurt her too, maybe more than you. Do you want me to?"
I was in an impossible position. I was terrified at the thought of this horrible man buggering me, but I couldn't sit down here while he forced himself into Mary's most private place in our bed.
I said nothing and stopped struggling. |
