Are You Sure You Want To Do That?

By TooSmallDave.

“Mmm. Nice, but are you sure you want to do that?”

I heard her say as I buried my face between her warm sticky thighs, my mouth against her moist pungent cunt. I didn’t know what she could mean, so I pushed on, parting, probing, nuzzling. She murmured, “Oh, Yes, okay then. I don’t mind if you don’t.” I heard her laugh, a little scornfully perhaps, then moan with pleasure as I lapped my tongue between the swollen lips of her vulva “Mmm. Nice. Lick my dirty naughty pussy. Ooh.”

Soon I felt her gasp. Her body trembled as she had a little orgasm. She pulled my face away: “No more, I’m very tender down there, sore, after last night.” She giggled.

I poked my head up from under the duvet and smiled at her pretending to know what she meant. I couldn’t remember much about last night.

I climbed on top of her, slobbering kisses on her neck, and pushed myself between her legs. I bucked and flailed as I tried to stick my stiff little dick into her cunt. She usually let me after I’d gone down on her. Instead, she pushed my flailing body aside.

“No! I said no, didn’t I? I wouldn’t be able to feel your little one after last night anyway.”

She rolled over to the other side of the bed and quickly fell back to sleep. I lay where she had slept, aware of the big wet patch on the sheets beneath me, confused, frustrated, aroused. I played with my tiny quivering erection as she snored but stopped myself from cumming. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with my boner pressed into her thigh. She giggled sleepily and let me grope her tits, suck her nipples, rub my finger from her clit to her sphincter, and dry hump her hip. Encouraged, I clambered onto her body. She allowed me between her thighs and let me fuck her while she slept. My small hard dick barely entered her wide, moist pussy, and I came in a couple of jerks. She opened her sleepy eyes and smiled at me as I grunted.

“Good boy. Have you cum already? I didn’t even know you were inside me! Sorry.”

Her phone rang. She answered. She sat up, smiled, and played with her hair as the caller spoke. She looked at me, said: “Okay. Half an hour.” and hung up.

“That was Terry and Mike. You know, the guys who came back last night. They’re at the pub. They had to be out of their hotel at 11 am, but their train back to Manchester isn’t till six pm, so we’re meeting them for drinks. Now.”

I still wouldn’t admit to having any recollection of the previous night. But it was coming back. And in overwhelming waves of humiliation as I realized what Jenny was saying.

“I must have fallen asleep. How long did they stay?”

She laughed.

“You passed out in the pub. Terry and Mike carried you home. You don’t remember, do you? You wet yourself and took your trousers off. You got all aggressive, and Mike slapped you. It was so funny. They were nice about it. Helped me put you to bed. And they had a bottle of rum. So, you know, one thing led to another.”

“Oh. Right. Did you?”

“Fuck yes. All night. You got up and told us to keep the noise down. Oh my God, you don’t remember, do you?”

“Both of them?”

“Yes. I even did what I told you I always wanted to do, you know, both holes at once. So good, but I’m sore now. Sorry.” She giggles.

“So, when I went down on you?”

She nodded. “I tried to tell you. I said you might not want to do that, but I wasn’t going to argue. Anyway, you seemed to like it. Some guys do. Cuckold creampies and all that.”

I said I didn’t want to go to the pub. I was too embarrassed after the way I’d behaved. And humiliated at having to meet two guys who’d fucked my wife all night.

“Don’t be stupid, Dave. You’ll look like a twat if you stay here sulking and wanking. Get a couple of drinks inside you, and you’ll be fine. How do I look?”

She looked great. In a tousled, creased, sexy, slutty way. She wore her push-up bra, low-cut tight pink dress two sizes too small, and little black heels.

“Do me up at the back.”

Mike and Terry were polite and friendly. They got a round in as soon as we arrived. Soon I was drunk again. We all were. Jenny was tactile and flirty, but nobody said anything about what they’d done. Until Jenny said, it was a shame they had to catch the train back to Manchester.

“You can’t go without giving me a proper seeing off, like last night.”

There was a pause.

“Right. I wasn’t sure if we could talk about that. In front of your husband,” Mike said.

“He knows. Don’t you, hunny. He can’t remember much, but I told him. He even, no, I shouldn’t say what he did.” She giggled.


“OK, then, he even went down on me right after you’d left, licked me out, ate my creampie. You loved it, didn’t you, darling?”

I blushed but nodded. The guys pulled faces like I was disgusting.

I went to the loo. When I returned, Jenny sat between them, kissing each other in turn. Her legs were open, her skirt up, their hands fingering her.

She looked at me. “Dave, their train’s in half an hour. Keep an eye out while we go to the men’s toilet. Don’t let anyone in.”

I couldn’t stop people from going to the loo. Jenny was too loud, and the cubicle was shaking like it was going to break as they fucked her.

I sat at our table and watched as the landlord was called to the gents. Terry and Mike came out red-faced, laughing, tucking in their shirts, and finished their drinks. Jenny hobbled out panting, her hair a mess, her makeup smeared, her skirt up, knickers round her knees. The landlord told them to get out before he called the police. Everyone in the pub stared. Some people laughed, and a few jeers and lewd comments aimed at Jenny.

Jenny grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to my feet.

“I get the feeling we’re not welcome here, Dave. We need to go home. I’m not finished yet, not by a long way.”

One day I’ll tell you what happened when we got home.


The End.


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