Dealing with a Bully
By Forthefunofit.
My wife’s name is Emily. She is way out of my league in terms of her beauty. She is 5 feet 6 inches tall, weighing 145 pounds, with long, blondish-red hair and large blue eyes. She has a perfect hourglass figure with wonderful E cup breasts topped with little pink bud nipples. She really is utterly striking.
I’m sure you’re wondering how a geek like me ended up with such a beautiful girl. We met in college, where we both played in the marching band. We both played saxophone, which gave me plenty of time with her. She was slightly overweight at the time, weighing approximately 250 pounds. She wore glasses over her beautiful eyes and needed an orthodontist that her parents couldn’t afford. Our relationship developed over time, and we began unofficially dating early in our freshman year.
I say we were unofficially dating because her parents had a rule against her having a boyfriend during her first year at university. So, although we went out nearly every weekend, she wasn’t willing to call me her boyfriend, and I couldn’t call her my girlfriend. Emily was the first girl I had ever dated. So, she was the first for everything for me, including my first kiss. I know she had kissed other boys before me, but that was as far as she had ever gone before meeting me.
My other firsts came very slowly through that first semester, mostly because I was so timid. I loved kissing Emily, but wasn’t sure what to do with my hands and was afraid to explore her soft, curvy body. Consequently, it was Emily who instigated every escalation in our physical relationship. She placed my hands on her boobs after we had been dating for a couple of weeks. I will always remember my first feeling of the soft flesh of her breasts as one of the happiest moments of my young life.
The first two came in quick succession. Emily finally bared her breasts to me shortly before Christmas break after a party where she had consumed alcohol for the first and last time in her college life, although she has begun drinking socially in recent years. She moaned into my kiss as I played with her erect nipples. I wasn’t one to take advantage of a woman. So, I didn’t push for anything further that night and dropped her off at her sorority house shortly afterwards.
The next first for me will be forever etched into my memory. It was less than twenty-four hours after I had first seen her boobs. We were in my room studying on a Sunday. My roommate was at home for the weekend and wouldn’t be back until later that night. She suddenly started kissing me deeply. Before I knew what was happening, she had my hard cock in her hands. No words were spoken as she stroked me to the best orgasm of my life to that point. I wanted to return the favor, but that would have to wait until after spring break when she asked me to go down on her for the first time. Sexual intercourse would have to wait over a year after that, but we were both having plenty of fun exploring each other’s bodies. We dated for the entire 4 years of college, getting married 2 weeks after graduation.
As I became a successful accountant, Emily was able to enjoy the life of a stay-at-home mom to our son Stuart. We were also able to get her the braces she needed to straighten her teeth, then Lasik surgery to allow her to live without glasses, along with an addiction to jogging that toned her body to perfection. She still lacked the self-confidence of someone who had been beautiful their entire life. As a consequence, she tended to dress in frumpy clothes and did everything she could to avoid being noticed by the opposite sex.
The problem was: I wanted to show off my beautiful wife to everyone. We were living in my hometown of Gray, Tennessee, where I had been the band geek in high school, having never dated a single girl. I wanted everyone to see how attractive my wife was. I wanted my friends and everyone else to be jealous of me. I now realize it was prideful and stupid, but I couldn’t see my mistake until it was too late. It took a few years of prodding, but I finally convinced Emily to start wearing clothes that accentuated and showcased her amazing body.
I should set the scene for the beginning of the story. It’s a nice sunny day in late August. Emily and I are just about to knock on the door of a run-down house about 10 miles from our home in a neighboring town. We drove here in my Volvo. Emily is wearing a yellow sundress with thin straps on her shoulders, which hold the dress up, necessitating the use of a strapless bra. The dress comes to about mid-thigh. This was a huge win for me since she would never wear a dress that didn’t cover her knees without my constant prodding.
The reason we were about to knock on this particular door was that this was the address our son had given to Emily as the house of the boy who had been bullying him since he had started high school just 2 weeks ago. Initially, we attempted to navigate the official channels at the school, but things had only worsened since then. There wasn’t any evidence of the bullying, just our son’s word against the other boy’s word. Finally, after 2 weeks of our son coming home from school crying every day, we decided we had to speak with the boy’s parents.
As soon as the door opened, I felt an urge to run away. Towering in the doorway was someone I recognized. Butch Smith had been my tormentor during my freshman and sophomore years of high school, which were his junior and senior years. There were beatings, pantsings, general ridicule, and, of course, the obligatory nickname.
“Needle, is that you?” He bellowed at me.
Needle was the shortened version of the nickname he had given me. Needledick was the original version, given to me the first time he saw me in the locker room. I would like to say that I hadn’t hit puberty yet and that my cock had grown to full size later, but that is not the case. My cock isn’t any bigger today than it was as a freshman in high school.
“Hey, Butch, yes, it’s me, John Brazinski. When did you get back into town?” I replied, hoping we could put high school behind us and be adults to work through the issues our kids were having. I said back into town as a nice way of asking when he got out of prison, which he had been sent to for stealing cars.
“2 years ago, now. Good behavior. Damn, is this your wife’s needle? She’s hot.” He whistled as he eyed Emily from head to toe, focusing mostly on her exposed cleavage.
“Hi. Yes, I’m John’s wife, Emily.” Emily said, completely ignoring the hot comment and the demeaning nickname.
“Nice to meet you. Come on in. I was just about to have a drink. Would you like one?” Butch asked.
“I would love one.” Emily chimed in before I could politely decline.
As we entered the dank home of Butch Smith, I felt a tinge of anger as he put his meaty arm around my wife’s waist as we walked toward his kitchen. Emily looked uncomfortable but didn’t say anything or put up a fuss – probably because she didn’t want to upset him before asking him to help us deal with his son.
“I’ve got beer or some of my mom’s Moonshine lemonade. Which one would you like, little lady?” Butch said.
“I don’t really drink alcohol,” Emily said.
“Ok. Lemonade it is. Needle, the lemonade, and beer are in the fridge. I’ll take a beer, and you can get your little wifey a lemonade. Grab whatever you want for yourself.” Butch said. Completely ignoring what she had said while putting me in my place as a servant.
I followed Emily’s lead in not upsetting him before we asked a favor of him. So, I went to the fridge to get the drinks as ordered.
“So why do you call John Needle?” Emily asked as they were leaving the kitchen.
“I don’t really remember. I think it was short for something. Do you remember Needle?” Butch asked.
“Umm. No.” I said. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to demean myself in front of Emily, and he could feign ignorance that it was ever demeaning.
“We’re here to talk to you about your son. Is he here?” Emily asked while I procured the drinks.
“Leroy’s not here. He stays at my bitch ex-wife’s most weeknights. He stays here when she gets on his nerves. So, where did you meet Needle?” Butch said, changing the topic.
“Ummm. We met in college. As I was saying, the reason for our visit today is to talk to you about your son.” Emily plodded on.
“College, huh? I bet you were a wild one in college with a body like that.” Butch said.
“Ummm. No, I guess you could say, I blossomed after college. My college days were pretty mundane.” Emily replied.
“That’s a shame. Isn’t college when you’re supposed to sow your wild oats?” Butch asked.
“That’s not the accustomed reason people attend university. It’s typically to improve themselves.” Emily said.
During this time, I had been at the fridge grabbing the beers and hoping to find something non-alcoholic for Emily to drink, but his fridge had a mostly empty case of beer and a pitcher of lemonade. There was literally nothing else in there. So, I poured a glass of lemonade for Emily. I tasted it to see how strong it was, and I couldn’t even tell there was moonshine in it. It was either a remarkably good moonshine or a weak drink. I was hoping for the latter because Emily really is a lightweight when it comes to drinking.
“Drinks are served.” I interrupted, hoping to change the subject back to our reason for coming here.
“‘Bout damn time,” Butch said as he swiped both of their drinks from my hands. He then handed Emily her drink.
“To old friends.” Butch toasted as he raised his beer. We all clinked glasses and took a drink.
“So, John, what are you up to nowadays?” Butch asked, using my first name.
I won’t bore you with the story of a small-town accountant, but we talked about my business for about 15 minutes, which was better than talking about the sex my wife should have been having in college. The only uncomfortable part about this was our positioning. Butch was standing right next to Emily as if they were a couple and I was the stranger. I tried multiple times to bring the conversation back to his son’s bullying, just so we could get out of there, but he never let the conversation go there.
“I’m ready for another beer. Drink up, Emily, so John doesn’t have to keep going back and forth to the fridge.” Butch said. Emily did as he said, downing her drink, and handed me her glass. As soon as my back was turned, Butch switched the subject back to Emily and sex.
“So, Emily, was John your first?” Butch asked.
“First, what?” Emily asked. It was the first time she had spoken in a while, and I noticed a slight slur in her voice. So, the lemonade was strong, and Emily was getting drunk. I decided only to pour her half a glass this time.
“First to fuck you, of course,” Butch said, ever the poet laureate.
“Oh, ummm. Yes.” Emily said with a flush coming to her cheeks.
“Any others since him?” Butch asked.
“Are you asking if I’ve cheated on my husband?” Emily asked incredulously.
“Not necessarily cheated. Some husbands like their wives to fuck other men. Heck, some of them like to watch.” Butch said.
“Oh, that’s sick. No, I haven’t had sex with anyone but my husband.” Emily said.
“Well, there’s still time,” Butch said.
“Stop it, Butch,” Emily said a little too jovially when I think she should have taken offense and called him out for his out-of-bounds comment.
“Here’s your beer, Butch. Can we talk about your son now?” I said as I handed him his beer.
“Sure, let’s go into the front room, where we can sit and get comfortable,” Butch said as he once again put his arm around my wife’s waist to escort her into the other room. I’m not sure if you’ve been in a trailer home, but other rooms don’t mean you’ve to travel far to get from the kitchen to the living room. It took all of five steps to get there. Once there, he guided Emily to the well-worn couch, taking the seat right next to her. This left a tattered armchair for me.
“So, what’s Leroy been up to?” Butch asked.
“Well, he has been bullying our son since school began,” Emily said.
“Oh, I’m sorry about that. Well, since Leroy’s 18 now, there’s not much we can do to punish him anymore. What kinds of things has Leroy done to your son?” Butch asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
Emily went on to describe all the things Leroy had done to Stuart over the previous 2 weeks. It should have been familiar to him since he had done most of the same things to me 20 years ago. Just as she was finishing up, Butch spoke up.
“I could use another beer, John.” He said as he waved his empty bottle at me.
“That was the last one,” I informed him.
“Oh man. I didn’t realize I was out. I’ve had too many to drive. Would you mind running to the store to pick me up a case?” Butch said as he tossed me a $20 bill.
I looked at Emily to see if she was OK being left alone with him for the 10 minutes it would take me to get to the liquor store and back. She gave me a quick nod, and I was on my way.
I know what you’re thinking. Why would I leave my wife with this lech? Right? Well, firstly, I wasn’t going to be gone for more than 10 minutes. Even if he tried something, I would be back before anything much could be accomplished. Secondly, Butch might be a chauvinist asshole, but he’s not a rapist. I knew from school that he never had a problem getting girls. There’s no reason to believe it’s any different for him today. Most importantly, I trust my wife.
I was back 10 minutes later with a case of cold beer in hand.
*****
Emily’s story: 10 minutes alone with Butch…
As soon as John was out the door, Butch turned to me.
“Ok, I have an offer. I will get Leroy to be your kids’ bodyguard at school. Not only will Leroy leave him alone, but I guarantee no one else will touch him…”
“That’s perfect,” I said.
“I wasn’t finished. Like I was saying, Leroy will protect your kid. All you have to do is have sex with me.” Butch said.
“What!?! No way! I’m not having sex with you. I’m a happily married woman, and you are certainly not my type.” I said in shock.
“Your husband will never have to know. Just slip out of the house for an hour over the weekend. We’ll do the dirty, and your kid is protected for the entire year.” Butch said.
“No. I’m not going to cheat on my husband,” I said.
“We could do it in front of him. Like I said before, some guys are into that kind of thing.” Butch said.
“Ewww, that’s gross. No. My husband is not into that sort of thing.” I said.
“You’ll never know with that attitude. What if I asked you to make out with me for 3 minutes?” Butch said.
“Sure, I would do that,” I said. I’ve kissed a few guys. It would be a form of cheating, but it’s not the same as sex.
“It would involve touching,” Butch said.
“Over the clothes?” I asked.
“Yes, over the clothes, but I would touch you everywhere,” Butch said.
“Deal,” I said.
“I wasn’t offering that as a deal. I was just trying to figure out where your line is. What if I wanted to see you naked?” Butch asked.
“No nudity,” I said.
“How about just bra and panties?” Butch asked.
“I would do that,” I said.
“Well, that’s not enough, but it’s good to know there’s room for a negotiation. For what I’m doing, I’ll need more. I’ve got an idea, though. You say your husband isn’t into watching, but I have a feeling he is. When he gets back, you and I will make out for 5 minutes while he watches. My hands will wander everywhere on your body. When the timer ends, we will have your husband drop his shorts within 10 seconds. If he has a hard-on, then you gotta have sex with me. We will have sex, right here, on this couch, in front of your husband. If you really think he’s not into this sort of thing, then you have nothing to lose, except a 5-minute make-out session. What do you say?” Butch said.
“I don’t know if John will allow it,” I said.
“There’s no way that wimp wears the pants in your family. If you tell him, you’re doing it, then he’ll sit back like the wimp he is.” Butch said.
“I just don’t want to do this. What if I just gave you $1,000? You could fix this place up and get a couple of hookers that look just like me.” I said.
“Hookers ain’t the same as fucking another guy’s wife. No deal.”
“So, if he’s not hard after you make out with me, we can go home, and you’ll still make your son protect my son?” I asked.
“Yes, but I’m betting Needle will like watching.”
“You’ve got a deal.
“What would I tell John when he gets here?” I asked.
“Nothing. I’ll do the talking. I don’t want you to tip him off about the hard-on. It’s gotta be his natural reaction.” Butch said.
“What if John puts his foot down and says I can’t kiss you?” I asked.
“Tell you what; If he’s more of a man than I think he is, then you win the bet,” Butch said.
“Awesome. It’s a deal, but only touching over my clothes.” I said.
“Under the skirt and the blouse, but outside the panties and the bra. That’s my final offer,” Butch said.
“I guess that would be OK,” I said.
*****
John arrives and continues his story…
“We have reached an agreement,” Butch announced.
I looked at Emily for confirmation, but didn’t feel reassured when I saw her face. She looked very nervous, biting her bottom lip and not making eye contact with me.
“Oh yeah, what is that?” I asked.
“Well, I’ve agreed to make sure Leroy never bothers your son again, and in exchange, your wife has agreed to make out with me for 5 minutes while you watch to make sure it doesn’t go over 5 minutes,” Butch said.
“What?!? No way! Emily? Did you really agree to this?” I asked as I picked my jaw off the ground.
“It’s the best offer he’s going to give us. Believe me, he asked for much more. Once this is over with, he promised Leroy will protect Stuart from other bullies,” Emily said.
“There are other stipulations. Firstly, please sit in your chair and refrain from speaking. Secondly, if after 5 minutes you enjoyed watching us, then Emily will be having sex with me while you watch.” Butch said.
“If I enjoy it?!? Ha! Fat chance! Are you sure about this, Emily?” I asked.
“I have to do this for Stuart. It’s only 5 minutes, then it’s over. I can do anything for 5 minutes.” Emily said.
“Are we all agreed then?” Butch asked, sounding like a used car salesman nearing the close of a sale.
“I guess,” I said, still not entirely convinced. I took my seat in my chair, got my phone out, set the timer, and waited for them to start this charade.
“Ok, put the phone on the table and press start when our lips touch,” Butch said to me. “Are you ready, Emily?” he asked.
“Yes.” My wife said.
With that, Butch and my wife turned towards each other on the couch. Butch put his hand behind her head and pulled her towards him. The kiss was underway. It was surreal watching Emily kissing this brute. It started as a gentle kiss but quickly evolved to their tongues swishing around in each other’s mouths. I felt my jealousy rising as Butch began touching Emily. His right hand moved to her bare knee. He immediately began moving his hand up her thigh. His other hand was draped over her shoulder, where it began kneading her left breast.
I glanced at the timer. 3 minutes left. His right hand was now under her dress, rubbing very high up on the inside of her thighs. Emily’s legs parted slightly, giving him better access to her pussy. I wanted to scream out, but he had been clear that I shouldn’t interrupt. I could tell the exact moment his hand got to her pussy because she let out a little moan into the kiss. His left hand had now made its way into the top of her dress, caressing her breast through the thin material of her bra.
I looked to see how much longer I would have to endure this torture. 1 minute left. Emily’s moaning was becoming more intense as Butch continued rubbing her pussy and tweaking her nipple. It was at this point that he had stopped kissing her to nuzzle on her neck. Emily threw her head back to give him complete access to her sensitive neck. Her mouth was agape as her breaths came in ragged moans and gasps. I couldn’t see what he was doing under her dress, but she really seemed to be enjoying it.
The only solace I had in this whole adventure was that I would be taking my horny wife home while he would have to jack himself off. Finally, the phone’s chime announced the end of the session.
“Ok, hands off. I didn’t enjoy it, and I will be taking Emily home now.” I said as I stood to leave.
“Not so fast. Emily and I agreed on a method to determine if you enjoyed the show. If you had a hard time, then you enjoyed the show; if not, then you didn’t. Take off your shorts, let’s see if you enjoyed the show.” Butch said.
I suddenly was very aware of my very hard cock. “No way, you never said that,” I said, trying to will my cock to soften.
“Just do it, John. You only have 10 seconds, or we automatically lose.” Emily chimed in.
“Tic toc, Needles. 5 seconds left,” Butch said.
I unbuttoned my shorts slowly, but there was no way my cock was going to go down in 5 seconds.
“Hurry!” Emily shouted.
Reluctantly, I pulled my shorts down, exposing my hard penis to Emily and Butch.
“I told you, Emily. It’s small, but it’s definitely hard. Now I remember what Needle was short for. Everyone called you Needle Dick because your dick is thin like a needle.” Butch said.
“John? How? Why? You need a pill to get hard at home, but you’re hard now!? What the fuck is the matter with you!?” She shouted at me.
“You need Viagra to get hard for this hottie. That’s sad. Time for some fun. Emily, why don’t you strip for us?” Butch said with a huge grin on his face.
Emily stood up with tears flowing down her cheeks. She shot me a very angry glance. I was still standing in front of my chair with my pants around my ankles, my hard cock bobbing in front of me.
“I don’t want to make you cry, Emily,” Butch said.
“Then don’t make me do this.” She sobbed.
“How about we make this double or nothing. I guess I could settle for a blowjob. If you can make me cum in 10 minutes, then you’re off the hook, but if you can’t, then you gotta spend the night as my complete sex slave. What do you say?” Butch said.
“I wouldn’t have to get undressed?” Emily asked.
“As long as you can make me cum in less than 10 minutes, but if you can’t, then you’ll be getting naked tonight and you’ll be spending the night that way,” Butch warned her.
“Honey. Let’s just leave. You don’t have to do anything with him. We’ll move if we have to.” I said.
“We are not moving! I love this town! I love our house! Why are you still hard? Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? Maybe you want me to have sex with him?” Emily shot at me before turning back to Butch. “Ok, you have a deal.” She said.
“I guess you have to start the timer again, needle,” Butch said as he removed his boxers and took a seat on the couch. His cock was already hard. It was just a little above average. Maybe 7 inches and a decent thickness, which made him about three and a half inches longer than me and about three times as thick as mine. Mine is about the width of a lighter, while he is about the width of a soda can.
“I gotta ask. Has your wife ever sucked your cock, Needle?” Butch asked as he rubbed his cock on Emily’s cheek, which was right in front of him, because she was looking at me with venom in her eyes, waiting for me to start the timer.
I ignored his question because I certainly wasn’t going to admit to him that my wife had never sucked my cock. As soon as I started the 10-minute timer, my wife took his cock in her hands and started stroking him. After a few strokes, she lowered her mouth to his cock and started sucking. She stroked the bottom of his shaft with her hand, while she bobbed her lips up and down on the head.
“Oh yeah. That’s it, baby. Suck on my cock. It’s bigger than you’re used to, isn’t it?” Butch taunted.
After a few minutes, Emily started sucking on his balls while she stroked his cock with her hands.
“That’s nice. Look at your wife sucking my balls, wimp. Did you think your wife would have my balls in her mouth when you got here tonight? This is so hot for me with you sitting there watching,” Butch said.
With time running out, Emily’s next tactic was to put her big tits around his cock and titty fuck him. This was something she had never done for me, which had me confused. How did she even know to do this? The first question that came to mind was.
“Damn, those are nice tits. Not much sag for such big ones, and those little nipples, just begging to be sucked.” Butch said.
After a short while, she dipped her head and started licking the head of his cock on each down stroke. Then, she opened her mouth with her tongue out, as if she was begging him to cum in her mouth.
“Look at your slut wife, begging me to cum in her mouth,” Butch said.
Being called a slut didn’t seem to faze Emily at all. She just kept titty fucking him and begging him to cum in her mouth.
With about 2 minutes left, she abandoned the titty fuck and went back to sucking his cock. She kept getting deeper with each stroke until she was gagging, and her nose was nestled in his pubic hair.
Butch interrupted my shock. “Look at that, Johnny boy. Your wife’s got my cock down her throat. I don’t think this is her first time with a real cock in her mouth. Ohhh. She’s good at it too. Use those throat muscles slut.”
With about a minute left, Emily used her hand to stroke Butch’s cock very fast while pointing it at her jiggling breasts. “Go ahead, big boy. Cum on my tits.”
Finally, the timer chimed, signifying Emily’s loss. She stood in front of Butch with tears forming in her eyes, preparing to remove the rest of her dress.
“Why would you want to fuck a woman who doesn’t even want you? Look at her; She’s crying.” I asked.
“Oh, she wants it alright. Your slut wife loves sucking cock, I can tell. I bet her pussy is dripping.” Butch said.
“Bullshit. She’s only been doing what you have made her do.” I said. I felt like I had found a tactic to, at least, get under his skin.
“Emily, why don’t you go back to sucking my cock, while your husband and I chat?” Butch said as he pulled Emily back to her knees in front of him. Once his cock was engulfed in her mouth, he began speaking again. “I’m in a wagering mood tonight since it’s been going so well for me. Do you want to make a wager?”
“What kind of wager?” I asked.
“Same deal as your wife. If you lose, you’ll have to be my slave at the same time she is.” Butch said.
“No way! I’m not gay.” I cut him off.
“No, I already have a sex slave, who is an excellent cock sucker, by the way. You would be more of a domestic servant, cleaning whatever I tell you to clean.” Butch explained.
“Ok. Here’s the wager. If your wife’s panties are dry, then she only has to finish this blowjob, but if they’re wet, then I have two slaves for the night.” Butch offered. I noticed he was holding Emily’s head and guiding it up and down on his shaft.
“You have a deal, but you can’t cum in her mouth if you lose.” I blurted out. I was fairly confident I would win the bet, since Emily and I always have to use KY Jelly, because she is always so dry.
“It’s a wager. Stand up, Emily. It’s time to show your husband how much of a slut you really are.” Butch said while helping Emily to her feet. I could see that her nipples were standing erect. Emily seemed to be avoiding my gaze.
Emily let her dress fall to the floor before slowly lowering her panties, revealing her neatly trimmed bush, which she kept trimmed to just a landing strip above her slit.
“Ooh. The carpet matches the drapes, a natural red head. Now let’s see who wins this last bet.” Butch said, picking up Emily’s panties. He held them up to his face and took a whiff of the crotch before tossing them to me. As I caught them, the dampness was obvious. I was dumbfounded. They weren’t just damp, they were soaked. My heart sank as I realized I had just become Butch’s slave, right alongside my wife. How had this night turned so upside down?
My naked wife sat on the couch as Butch stood in front of her. He looked like an animal ready to pounce on its prey. Suddenly, he shed his shirt, so both of them were completely naked.
“Damn. That is hot. Look at how turned on your wife is.” Butch said as Emily spread her legs for him. I saw exactly what he was talking about. Emily’s vagina was open, like a ripe flower. It was glistening, wet, and swollen. He continued. “So, Emily. What got you so excited?”
“I don’t know. I can guarantee that it’s not because I want to have sex with a brute like you.” She spat at him.
“Maybe deep throating cocks turns you on,” Butch said.
“You’re so crude. Let’s just get this over with already.”
“Your wish is my command,” Butch said, as he kneeled between her legs and began kissing her. He didn’t thrust his cock into her, as I had expected. He just kept kissing my wife. It was an open-mouthed kiss, which he kept parted enough to ensure I got a clear view of their tongues playing with one another. His hands were massaging Emily’s breasts, while his cock was gliding up and down her wet slit.
I tried to ignore what was happening on the couch. Not just because I didn’t want to watch my high school bully molest my wife further, but because I could feel myself getting close to cumming – I have had problems with premature ejaculation in the past. However, I heard Emily gasp, followed by raspy breathing and little whimpers. I couldn’t help myself. I looked to see what had caused the noise. Emily’s legs were spread wide, her back was arched, and her eyes were closed tightly. Butch was sucking on her neck while he fingered her pussy. It looked like he was sawing 2 of his fat fingers in and out of her repeatedly. Each of his fingers was as thick as my cock, and he had 2 of them in her. The thumb from his other hand was teasing her clit in a sideways motion, in time with the finger fucking. The final thing I noticed before forcing myself to look away was how her big boobs were quivering from him driving his fingers into her so forcefully.
Just like that, my cock leaked a little cum, which started dripping down to my ball sack. Emily’s squeals and gasps were becoming more urgent. I also started hearing squishing sounds, indicating how wet her pussy was. I didn’t look over there, but the sounds Emily was making were turning me on more than I was before. I was mortified that this asshole had my wife squirming in under 5 minutes. And, to add insult to injury, my cock continued to stream pre-cum.
“Butch, no!” Emily said.
I couldn’t help but look over there. He still had two fingers in her pussy but was now poking her anus with his pinky. We have never even talked about anal play in our marriage.
“Relax and enjoy it,” Butch said as his pinky penetrated her ass.
A small squeal came from my wife’s mouth. Emily was cumming. I knew it. Butch knew it. This was followed by utter silence, while her body trembled in ecstasy. I had never seen her cum this hard in her life. I don’t know why watching my wife cum on another man’s hand turned me on so much, but I was on the verge of cumming.
She was still trembling and trying to catch her breath when Butch looked over to my cock. Emily was still recovering and just rolled her head to the side.
Butch spoke first. “Will you look at that. His little weenie is starting to leak. I think he’s going to cum without touching it.”
“John, why?” Emily croaked.
“I’m sorry, honey. I don’t understand why this is happening.” I said.
“You two can argue about this later. I’m ready to feel that pussy wrapped around my cock.” Butch said as he took up position between her spread legs.
Emily looked up at Butch as he rubbed his hard cock up and down her slick slit, before finally entering her. A low moan escaped her lips as his thick cock penetrated her.
“Your wife’s pussy is tight. After tonight, she won’t even feel your little prick.” Butch said to me. He then pulled my wife in for a deep kiss. I could see their tongues dancing in another disgusting open-mouthed kiss as he started to slowly work his cock into her. This wasn’t fucking as I expected. I think I was expecting him to be on top and slamming into her, but he was making love to her. It sickened me to watch, but it didn’t keep me from watching.
After a couple of minutes of making out while working his cock in and out, he had finally managed to completely impale my wife with his cock.
“It’s all in now. How does it feel?” Butch asked.
“Mmmmmm.” Emily sighed.
He continued sliding slowly in and out of her a few minutes before picking up the pace. Emily sighed and grunted with each stroke. As his pace increased, the intensity of the grunts and moans became more urgent. The wet slushing and slapping sounds of her juices lubricating his cock were getting louder as well. I could see her big breasts flowing up and down her chest as she began moving to meet his thrusts.
Her grunts suddenly changed to a long “aaaahhhhhh,” followed a couple of minutes later with shattering silence as a second orgasm coursed through her body.
“Look at your wife cumming on my cock, wimp. I bet she never cums that hard on your little cock. Does she?” Butch mocked me.
Of course, I didn’t answer him, so he kept talking.
“Damn, she’s tight when she cums. You like my big cock, don’t you slut?”
“mmmmmm.mmmmmmm.” Emily grunted. It wasn’t a clear-cut ‘yes,’ but it conveyed an affirmative response.
“Oh yeah. It’s getting tight in there again. You’re going to cum again, aren’t you slut?” Butch said.
“aaaaahhhhh….yesssss……ooooohhhhh fuuuuccckkk.” Emily breathed.
“Your wife is cumming again, wimp. Twice on my cock already and once on my fingers. Damn, she needed a good fucking. Your pathetic cock could never please a hot slut like this.” Butch said. It was painful watching my wife orgasm for my bully, even though I could tell she was trying not to.
I couldn’t help it. I grunted as I came all over myself. Of course, Butch noticed.
“Look at that slut. Your husband came with you. I guess he likes to see you cum on my cock.” Butch said as he physically turned Emily’s face towards me, to see my complete humiliation. She had a dreamy look in her eyes. I wasn’t even sure she saw me until she looked me in the eyes with a disappointed look.
“Ok, time to flip over,” Butch said as he put Emily on her hands and knees with her face buried in the couch.
“Go ahead, Emily, put it in,” Butch commanded.
Emily reached between her legs and guided his cock into her. He wasn’t gentle this time. He fucked her hard and fast, causing Emily to begin letting out whimpering moans. Her boobs were swinging wildly beneath her as he kept pounding into her. He then started circling his finger around her anus.
Butch looked over at me and gave a huge laugh. “Haaaaa haaa. Look at that. Your husband’s cock is still hard.” Butch announced as he stopped fucking my wife to savor the moment of further humiliation. I looked down at myself. I was indeed still hard.
Emily looked over at me with a look of confusion and further disappointment. She then started sliding forward and back on Butch’s cock while he stayed still for a few more seconds.
“Ha ha ha. He might cum twice before I cum once.” Butch said as he resumed pounding into my wife again. This time, he wasted no time before putting his fat finger into her anus. Emily didn’t seem to be bothered by the invasion this time. In fact, she began moaning louder once his finger was fully inserted in her ass. He fucked her like that for about 10 minutes until he finally announced his orgasm with a few grunts.
His softening cock came out of her with an audible suction sound, followed by a huge puddle of cum. He spun Emily around, so she was facing him as he stood to put his cock at eye level.
Without a word from Butch, Emily took his cock into her mouth.
“Ok, slave, time for you to clean up your wife. Get over here and get all of my cum out of her pussy.”
I grabbed a couple of tissues from the table next to me, but Butch objected. “Not with tissues. Use your tongue.”
“What!? No way.” I said.
“Slaves don’t get to say no. Either you come willingly, or I’ll come over there and bring you over here.” Butch said.
“Just do it, John. It’s not that much different than when you lick me to give me an orgasm after sex at home.”
“Yeah, Needle dick. It’ll be just like when you eat your cum.” Butch taunted me.
“I never agreed to anything sexual,” I said.
“You agreed to be my cleanup, slave. You better get started, before I make you lick the couch clean too.” Butch said.
Reluctantly, I lowered myself to my wife’s dripping pussy. There was cum streaming from her gaping hole. I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch as I started lapping at her cum soaked pussy. I decided to try to give Emily an orgasm as a fuck you to Butch. I focused my licking on her swollen clitoris. It was completely out of its hood; more so than I had ever seen it before. My wife was the most turned on I had ever seen her, and it was after a thorough fucking by my high school bully.
“That’s a good little Needle Dick drinking cum out of your wife’s pussy. Okay. Time to move this to the bedroom.” Butch said as he escorted my naked wife down the hallway. “Clean the kitchen before you leave.” He continued.
“Before I leave? I’m not leaving my wife with you.” I said.
“She’s my slave for the night. I’ll have her back to you before noon tomorrow. Now clean the kitchen.” Butch said.
“There’s no way I’m leaving my wife here with you. I’ll spend the night here too, but if I’m leaving, then she’s coming with me.” I said.
“Wow. Needledick finally found his balls. You can stay on the couch, but please make sure to clean the kitchen, as you’ll be cooking breakfast. You know, if you had just found your balls earlier, you could have won this bet for your wife. Your wife thought you would put your foot down and you would not let her kiss me, but I knew the wimp you truly are.” Butch said.
I stood in stunned silence as Butch ushered my wife into his bedroom before slamming the door behind him, which shook the entire trailer. As should be expected, Butch is an absolute slob. After about 30 minutes of cleaning this asshole’s kitchen, I started to hear the sounds of sex coming from the bedroom. At first, it was just the steady thumping of the headboard against the wall, accompanied by the steady squeaking of the bed springs. A short while later the whimpers and cries of Emily was in the throes of an orgasm.
There was then a short pause with some conversing between them that I couldn’t make out. The next thing I heard was a squelching cry from Emily that had me rushing to Butch’s room.
When I opened the door, everything looked normal. Well, normal if you consider an ox of a man kneeling behind your wife with his dick sliding in and out of her. I could tell something wasn’t right because Emily was grunting like she had when she gave birth.
“I thought you might hear that. Come on in. You should be here to watch as I pop your wife’s ass cherry,” Butch said as he continued to thrust his hip in short and in-and-out movements.
“Stop! You’re killing her,” I pleaded.
“Nah, it’s almost all the way in now. Once she gets used to it, I bet she’ll love it. You know if you had been man enough to have fucked your wife’s ass, it wouldn’t be this tight.” Butch said as he bottomed out in my wife’s ass.
“It’s all the way in now. How does it feel, Emily?” Butch asked.
“It feels…ahhh…huge…like…ooohh…you’re tearing me in two,” Emily grunted out.
“Just relax and it’ll get better,” Butch said as he began withdrawing his cock before ramming it back home. He then began a slow in-and-out fucking motion, causing Emily to grunt in pain with each inward stroke.
“Damn, this ass is tight, Needle. This is just so hot; being the first guy to fuck your wife’s ass right in front of you,” Butch said as he glanced over his shoulder to look at me. “Watch closely. I’m going to make your wife cum while I fuck her ass.”
With that, they both ignored my presence as Butch sped his pace up until he was pounding her ass as hard as he had pounded her pussy earlier, with Emily making “ungghh….ooooo” sounds on each thrust.
“Look at that Needle. Your slut wife is already getting used to ass fucking. Is it starting to feel good slut?” Butch asked.
“It still hurts, but it’s not as bad,” Emily grunted between strokes.
“Here, maybe this will help,” Butch said as he reached between Emily’s legs to play with her clit. As soon as his fingers found their target, Emily let out a little whimpering moan.
“You like me diddling your little clitty while I fuck your ass, don’t you slut?” Butch asked.
“Uhhh..huuhh,” Emily grunted between moans.
I was in disbelief as Emily, instead of yelling at Butch for calling her a slut just answered his question.
“You hear that, Needle? I think your slut wife likes having her ass pounded. Are you gonna cum for us Slut? Show your husband how much of a slut you are,” Butch said as he continued to manipulate her clit while steadily fucking her ass.
He then used his other hand to start pinching Emily’s nipple, eliciting a long sigh from her.
“You like that slut?” Butch asked.
“Hmmmmmmmm…..mmmmmmm…..oooooohhhhh……fuck…….fuck…..fuck my ass,” Emily shuddered out as an orgasm hit her.
“You want your slut ass fucked?” Butch said.
“Yes!” Emily shouted.
“Say it. Say you want your slut ass fucked.” Butch commanded.
“Iiii…wwwwant…..mmmmyyy….ssssslut….assss…fuuucked…” Emily grunted out.
“Ok slut, here it comes,” Butch said as he sped up his pace.
“aahhhhhh…yessssss…sooooo…fuckkinnggggggoood………mmmmmmmm.” Emily moaned as Butch groaned while unloading his seed in her ass. After he finished, Emily remained on her hands and knees, heaving and panting.
“Your wife is the best ass I’ve ever fucked,” Butch said before continuing. “Ok, Needle. Time to clean up your wife’s ass, and I want you to use your tongue again,” Butch said.
“No fucking way,” I said
“I’ll leave it up to you guys. Either you clean up her ass, or your wife cleans my dick by sucking,” Butch said as he moved around to Emily’s face. He held her face in his hands right in front of his slimy cock. “What’ll it be, Emily?”
“Please, John. Just do what he asks. You’ve already eaten his cum once,” Emily said.
I slowly walked over to Emily. There was still cum oozing out of her gaping ass. I got on my knees behind her and tentatively stuck my tongue out and licked all around her ass, trying to miss the cum.
“You’re going to have to do better than that, Needle, or your wife is going to have to suck my cock. If another drop of cum hits the floor, you gotta lick up the bed too,” Butch said.
I saw a drop of cum getting ready to fall off Emily’s slit. I quickly dipped my head low and licked all the way up from the bottom of her slit to her cum filled sphincter, tasting Butch’s tangy cum the entire way.
“That’s good. Now keep licking that ass until you get it all,” Butch said.
I kept licking every drop of his cum from Emily’s ass until he finally announced I was done.
“Yeah, I knew you would be a good little cum eating husband. Emily, could you please check if your husband has a hard-on after eating my cum from your ass?” Butch commanded
“Butch, there’s no need to demean John like that,” Emily defended me.
“Come on, Emily; enquiring minds want to know if it turns your husband on to watch you get fucked in the ass, then to eat my cum,” Butch said.
After feeling my crotch, Emily reported, “Yes, he’s hard. Does that make you happy?”
“I’m just glad we’re giving him the entertainment he likes. Ok, wimp, I’m tired. Why don’t you leave us alone now?” Butch said.
I made myself a bed on the couch where I tossed and turned for hours before finally dozing off, only to be awakened by the sounds of sex coming from Butch’s room. I could hear Emily’s voice saying “Yes, yes, yes” over and over. It sounded like she was trying to be quiet, probably for my benefit, but obviously had no idea how thin these walls were. To my amazement, Butch wasn’t saying a word, but Emily remained vocal through multiple orgasms, even calling herself a slut multiple times.
I’m ashamed to admit that I found myself stroking my cock to the same rhythm I was listening to. When they stopped to switch positions, I would stop stroking myself. I came onto my stomach when I heard Butch grunt that he was cumming.
I was wiping up my cum when Butch suddenly emerged from his bedroom, bathing me in light. I couldn’t even hope to hide what was happening.
“Look at this, Emily; your wimp husband was out here jacking off listening to us. He came all over himself,” Butch said as he walked toward the kitchen with his slimy half-hard schlong swinging between his legs. He came back seconds later with a beer in his hand.
“Did you hear your wife in there, Needle? I think she’s really starting to enjoy being a slut wife. You know, I didn’t even start that one. I woke up to her sucking on my cock. Then she rode me for a while before asking me to fuck her from behind. That’s a wild one you got there,” Butch whispered to me before heading back into the bedroom.
I awoke to the morning sunshine, and, thankfully, a silent house. I went right to work on breakfast because I didn’t want to give Butch an opportunity to have a morning fuck with Emily before breakfast.
I heard the shower running shortly after I started making breakfast in the kitchen. Butch emerged from the bedroom first, wearing a huge smile on his face.
“Damn, that smells good. This is life. I get to fuck your wife all night long, then you make us breakfast in the morning,” Butch said.
“I just can’t get enough of those tits, man. I sucked on them all night long. I think my favorite thing, though, is to watch them bounce while she rides my cock. I don’t want to discount your wife’s pussy, though. It’s the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked. She did loosen up a little by that last fuck. I’m sure after a week with your tiny pecker, she’ll be tight again for me next week.” Butch said.
Thankfully, Emily came into the room, causing him to lose his train of thought. I lost mine too. She was wearing a skimpy tank top that didn’t even come down far enough to cover her pussy. Her breasts were spilling out of the top of the low scoop top.
“You like the outfit I picked for your wife for Breakfast?” Butch asked.
Emily came right over to me, gave me a big kiss, and whispered, “I love you. I’m sorry all of this happened. Thank you for staying the night.”
“What are you doing? You shouldn’t be fraternizing with the help. Come over here.” Butch said.
Emily dutifully walked over to Butch, where she bent down and gave him a deep kiss. His hands both went to her ass, slipping one of his fingers right into her, without any reaction from her whatsoever. He held her in that position for about 30 seconds, sliding his finger in and out of her as I watched.
Finally, the eggs were ready, and he shut up when I approached them with their plates. Emily played with her food more than eating it, while Butch was having trouble eating with only one hand because the other hand was between Emily’s legs, obviously fingering her. I was trying to busy myself cleaning the dishes, mostly so they wouldn’t see my tented pants.
After breakfast was done, Butch announced that we had to go grocery shopping. He wanted Emily to go out in just the tank top, but she successfully argued that she would be arrested if she wore it in public. I cleaned the kitchen while they negotiated her attire in the bedroom. Butch came out with his arm wrapped around Emily’s shoulder.
Emily was wearing a blouse that must have been five sizes too big for her. Emily has large breasts, but even there, the blouse was loose-fitting. Only the bottom two buttons of the blouse were fastened. It was immediately obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra by the sway of her breasts under the thin material of the blouse. As she was walking into the kitchen, her left breast actually came uncovered without her even noticing.
She was also wearing a skirt. Unlike the blouse, the skirt must have come from a girl a few sizes smaller than Emily. Emily’s large hips pushed the already short skirt out so far that the bottoms of her ass cheeks were visible just standing still. I couldn’t believe my shy wife had agreed to wear this outfit in public, but I imagined the alternatives Butch offered were even worse.
As I continued to stare at her exposed breast, Emily finally noticed and covered herself back up. As we rode in Butch’s beat-up pickup truck, every bump in the road caused Emily’s breasts to jiggle and bounce out of the confines of the loose blouse. After the first few times, Emily just crossed her arms over her chest to keep everything in place.
We passed by the closest Food City to Butch’s house and headed straight to Gray, where we stopped at the Food City closest to our house. He said he liked this one better, but I think he knew the one in the wealthy part of town was more likely to be near our house and wanted to humiliate us.
Emily used the crossed-arm tactic as we entered the store, so Butch started asking her to get the items off the shelves and put them in the basket. She was still able to keep one arm across her chest, maintaining her modesty. Butch then asked her to push the cart. She tried to push it with one hand, but was unable to steer it that way. At every corner, she had to expose her substantial cleavage. This caught the eyes of a couple of the guys in the area. Emily quickly covered herself while her face turned beet red.
In the water aisle, Butch finally got what he wanted.
“I need a case of water. Why don’t you get that one down there, Emily?” Butch said as he pointed at a case of twenty-four sixteen-ounce bottles of water.
There was no way Emily could pick it up with one hand. She crouched down to keep her skirt from rising in the back by bending over. As she put her hands out wide enough to pick up the case of water, both sides of the loose-fitting blouse were pulled off her breasts.
Emily noticed immediately and quickly pushed her breasts back into the top as she looked left and right. I also looked both directions, seeing two guys staring directly at her. I recognized the faces of both men from around town, but I didn’t know either of their names.
Emily’s face turned a deep red as she realized two men had just seen her breasts completely exposed in public. In spite of her embarrassment, Emily still had to complete the task. She once again reached for the water, holding her elbows closer to her body to prevent the fabric from being pulled away from her breasts. She succeeded in keeping her breasts covered until she stood up with the water in her hands.
Her left breast swayed free of its confines. With her hands full, she had no way to cover herself. She seemed to panic as she hurriedly turned to the cart to put the water in. The quick turn also freed her right breast. Both of her breasts were swaying and bouncing into clear view as she quickly bent over the cart, placing the case of water at the bottom. Bending over raised her short skirt, exposing the entirety of her bare ass, which wasn’t even covered by a thong.
All told, Emily’s breasts were only exposed for about three seconds and her ass for a mere second, but it felt like an eternity to both of us as the lecherous men in the aisle continued to leer unashamedly. Butch seemed to be enjoying Emily’s predicament immensely, as witnessed by his uncontrollable laughter.
By the time we got to the checkout, Emily was near tears, as men and boys were leering at her, something she had known for years, while the women gave her dirty looks. Butch had left us to go through checkout alone, so it wouldn’t seem like he was with us. Before leaving us alone, he made it clear that Emily was to empty the cart and return it, including the water.
Emily was very careful during the checkout and didn’t expose any nipple at all, although her areola was visible multiple times. We both gave a huge sigh of relief as we left the store and the leering men of all ages.
Butch wasn’t done with his torture, though. We had just taken our seats in the car. Butch and Emily were in the front, me in the back when Butch started talking.
“That was hot. Did you see that bagger checking out your wife’s tits? I thought he was going to bust a nut right there. I bet he’s in the bathroom right now jacking off. Speaking of jacking off. I’ve got a bit of a stiffy here myself. Why don’t you let those titties free and give me a little oral stimulation for the ride home?” Butch said.
“Can’t you wait until we get back to your place?” Emily asked.
Butch pushed Emily’s blouse off of her shoulders, letting it pool in her lap. Emily tried to cover herself, but Butch held both of her arms with just his right hand. I looked around to see if anyone was looking at us. After the display we had given in the store, a group of men was peering our way, trying not to look too obvious. The torture finally ended when Emily leaned over and started sucking Butch’s cock, spurring Butch to put the car in gear.
“I do like a good blow job while I drive,” Butch said.
“Mmmm, that’s it; fondle my balls,” Butch continued.
“Needle, your wife is one of the best cock suckers I’ve had. Do you have a little stiffy back there?” Butch asked me. I, of course, ignored him, but I did have an erection.
“Ok, we’re here. No, you just keep sucking,” Butch said as he held Emily’s head down before continuing. “Your hubby will put the groceries away while you finish up in here.”
I got out of the car and did what I was told; I started taking the groceries out of the trunk. I was on my last trip out to the car. Butch emerged from the car, buttoning up his pants, while Emily was still busy putting herself back together in the car.
“I finally gave your wife the load she tried to suck out of me last night. I told her she could leave early if she swallowed, and she swallowed every last drop. Tell me the truth, needle; has she ever swallowed your cum before?” Butch asked.
I wanted to lie and tell him that she had, but I didn’t want to be further embarrassed by Emily telling him the truth after I lied. So I just admitted she hadn’t ever done that for me.
“Ha ha.” Butch laughed. “I didn’t think so. I was the first to take your wife’s ass and the first man she swallowed.” Butch continued laughing as Emily finally emerged from the car. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were glassy from recent tears.
“Come on over and give your husband a kiss,” Butch ordered as soon as Emily got out of the car.
Emily came over to me a gave me a peck on the lips, but Butch wasn’t going to let that go.
“No. Give him a real kiss. Go ahead.”
Emily gave me another kiss, plunging her tongue into my mouth. I tasted Butch’s cum for the third time in the last day.
As soon as we broke our kiss, I heard Butch.
“How did it taste, needle? Is it different than when you eat it out of her pussy and ass?” Butch mocked me.
I ignored his question as I took Emily’s hand and led her down the gravel driveway toward my Volvo to make our escape.
To Be Continuedd…?
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