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Part 2…

I lied to Emily on our drive home, telling her I must have accidentally taken a Viagra Saturday morning, which was the reason I had gotten hard. She was dubious but ultimately believed me, apologizing for making such a stupid bet with Butch. I accepted her apology, and we decided to move on with our lives and just ignore everything that happened.

I was happy with this solution, because it meant no further uncomfortable questions about the pill I had supposedly taken, and it also meant I didn’t need to dwell upon the fact that I had been so turned on watching my wife having sex with Butch. Emily did assure me that she loved me more than ever and that the orgasms she had with Butch were driven in part by the fact that I seemed to be enjoying it.

That night, Emily passed out almost as soon as we hit the mattress. I lie there thinking of everything that had been done to us over the last 24 hours. I wished I had been able to have sex with Emily – to reclaim her – but she was too sore and tired for any sexual activity. After I heard her fall into a deep sleep, I eased my cock out of my underwear and stroked it for about 2 minutes before spraying my stomach and chest with cum. I used a tissue to wipe myself up, instantly feeling post orgasm shame for having cum just from the memories of our night with Butch.

Monday was a normal day at work until about 3:30, when I received a notification on my phone that motion had been detected on the security camera in our driveway. It was odd because Stuart would be getting off the bus soon, and Emily shouldn’t be leaving with Stuart’s imminent arrival. I pulled up the camera to see a ratty pickup truck in the driveway. I watched as three young men got out of the truck, followed by Stuart, who looked tiny in comparison to these full-grown men. I would later learn the reason the three looked so old was that they were all high school seniors who had been held back at some point in their schooling, meaning they were all nineteen years old.

They were all headed into the house. My curiosity piqued, I pulled up the camera in the kitchen. We had installed security cameras all through the house when things started to go missing around the house. We were pretty sure the maid was stealing, but we needed proof. Three thousand dollars later, we still had not discovered anything, but it was paying off today.

I watched as Stuart seemingly introduced his new friends to Emily, who seemed surprised at the three full-grown men who were now the friends of our 14-year-old son. I picked out Leroy as the tallest of the group because he looked just like Butch had looked in his prime. The short blonde-haired one had a familiar look, too. He was probably a member of the Averil brood. Their family was just as notorious in town as Butch’s family. I didn’t recognize the red-headed kid who looked to be eyeing up Emily as they were introduced.

All of the kids headed for the game room in the basement, where I had everything a boy would want, from darts to X-Box. The red-headed kid hung back in the kitchen with Emily as the others filed out. He said something that seemed to fluster Emily. I kicked myself for not spending the extra money on the cameras with built-in microphones. Emily continued to look uncomfortable at whatever this kid was saying.

After a couple of minutes, the kid finally left Emily alone, but I was dying to know what he had said to make Emily look so uncomfortable in her kitchen. I thought about calling, but didn’t want to let on that I was using our camera system to spy on her. She had admonished me in the past for using the cameras to keep tabs on her, so I told her I had disabled the notifications, but I had only disabled the notifications on her phone.

As I contemplated what the punk might have said to upset Emily, Butch’s son Leroy strolled into the kitchen and plopped down on a chair. I watched for almost an hour as Emily prepared dinner, and Leroy just sat in the chair casually conversing with my wife. I don’t know why I was so transfixed watching something so innocuous as my wife cooking dinner while a friend of my son’s talked to her. Finally, I was forced to stop watching so I could drive home.

Upon arriving home, I had to park in the street because Leroy’s truck blocked the entire driveway and garage. I walked into the house to find Leroy sitting at the kitchen table, still talking to Emily.

“Hey, sweetie. This is Leroy, Butch’s son. He and some friends brought Stuart home from school today and are going to look out for him in the future. Isn’t that great?” Emily said.

“Yes, it is,” I said stoically before extending my hand to Leroy and saying, “Nice to meet you.”

He completely ignored my hand and said, “What’s up, dude?” before getting up from the chair, speaking to Emily, “It looks like you guys are going to be eating soon, so I’ll grab the guys and get out of your hair.”

“It was great meeting you. Thanks again for bringing Stuart home,” Emily said.

“It was no problem at all. I think we’ll be doing it all of the time now – you know – to make sure he’s safe,” Leroy said.

“Oooh. That would be great,” Emily said.

“Hey guys, time to vamoose!” Leroy shouted into the basement. Stuart and the other two young men came into the kitchen. They thanked Stuart for letting them hang out and play Xbox before heading for the door. I followed them out to talk to Leroy about how inconvenient it was for me because he was parking right in the middle of the driveway.

“Leroy, do you think you could park on the side of the driveway tomorrow so that I can get my car in the garage?” I asked as politely as I could.

“I’ll see what I can do, Poindexter,” Leroy said as he climbed into his huge pickup truck.

“Didn’t your dad talk to you about respecting us?” I asked incredulous at the nickname he had just given me and his condescending tone.

“Pops said he and Mrs. B go way back. He said I should take care of her kid, but he didn’t say shit about you. Maybe you should take it up with him,” He said before closing the door, firing up the engine, and peeling out of my driveway.

In a state of shock, I pulled my car into the garage. Stuart and Emily were in the kitchen preparing their dinner plates when I got inside, so there wasn’t an opportunity to tell her about the encounter I just had with Leroy. I just sat there during dinner, stewing over being treated with utter disrespect by a 19-year-old hooligan right in my driveway while his friends giggled in the background.

When dinner was over and Stuart went to his studies, I had the opportunity to broach the topic with Emily.

“Well, Leroy was quite the asshole.”

“Nonsense. He was adorable and very polite with me.”

“Apparently, Butch left me out of the arrangement so he doesn’t have to respect me,” I explained.

“You shouldn’t be so worried about what a teenager thinks of you. Besides, Leroy isn’t the one I’m worried about. The red-headed one, Derek, let me know that he loved my outfit yesterday at Food City.”

“He was there?”

“Yes, he works stocking the shelves. He wanted to know when I might be wearing the outfit again. The kid gave me the creeps.”

“What did you say?”

“What could I say? I was mortified that he would even bring something so scandalous up to my face, so I just said, ‘I’m not sure.’ Then he went on to tell me how hot I looked with my breasts swinging back and forth as I walked. Finally, he asked if I had been wearing panties. I told him in no uncertain terms that the conversation was over and that he should join the other boys in the basement.”

“I’m sorry. I had no idea. I guess this makes my little incident with Leroy seem petty.”

“Yes, yes, it does. Can we please just watch some TV?”

There was no further discussion of the events of the afternoon.

The next afternoon at 3:30, there was a notification on my phone of camera activity. I knew it was going to be Leroy dropping Stuart off. I watched as the same three young men walked into the house with Stuart. Switching to the kitchen camera, I watched all of them say their hellos to Emily before heading toward the basement.

At least that Derek punk hadn’t tortured Emily more about her revealing outfit. I was just about the stop watching when I saw Leroy enter the kitchen and begin conversing with Emily again. He stayed in the kitchen the entire time until I got home from work at 5:15, having to park in the street once more because Leroy’s truck was blocking the driveway again.

Upon seeing me enter the house, he shouted to his friends that it was time to go. I tried to bring up the parking in front of Emily, but he talked over my words, saying his goodbye to Emily before heading out the door. I wasn’t going to let him get off without some harsh words for disobeying my request not to park in the middle of the driveway.

“Leroy, I thought I told you not to park in the middle of the driveway yesterday,” I said.

“Yep. I seem to recall something like that, but like I said, I don’t give a shit what you want,” He said as his friends were exiting the house. They all guffawed in laughter as they got in the truck before Leroy was again peeling out of the driveway. I decided that I would ask Emily to bring up her parking since she was supposed to respect me.

On the couch that night, I asked how the boys were today.

“They were great. Derek and Tommy didn’t even say a word to me, which was perfect. Leroy sat in the kitchen with me while I made dinner again and was mostly polite.”

“What do you mean mostly?” I asked concerned.

“Well, apparently that little bastard Derek told Tommy and Leroy about my outfit at the Food City.”

“Was Leroy inappropriate?”

“Nothing like that. He just said that he heard about it. I knew exactly who he had heard it from, but he refused to divulge his source. He just asked me to describe it to him so he could defend my virtue with his ‘friend’ who told him about it.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him it was just a blouse and skirt, but then he wanted to see it. I told him it was in the wash, which is true. He wanted to see it anyway, and I told him he would have to wait until it was clean.”

“You’re going to wear that outfit in front of Leroy and his friends?”

“Of course not. I’m going to show him the outfit on hangers. He can use his imagination for the rest,” Emily said with a giggle.

“I think you should have chastised him for being inappropriate and disrespectful.”

“He wasn’t being disrespectful. He was trying to defend my honor.”

“That’s bull. It’s highly inappropriate for someone his age to be talking to one of his elders that way.”

“Oh, I’m an elder now?”

“You know what I’m saying. You’re over twice his age, even if he was held back a year. It’s not right for him to be asking about your outfits.”

“If I’m OK with it, then you have to be OK with it.”

“I guess you’re right. Sorry, honey,” I said, dropping it. It was now too late to bring up the parking problem, which meant another day of having to park in the street after work.

Sure enough, at 3:30, my phone chimed again, letting me know that Leroy had parked his huge truck in the middle of my driveway again. Wednesday was a repeat of Tuesday with Leroy spending the entire afternoon talking to Emily. I did see her pull the blouse and skirt from the laundry basket to show them to Leroy.

I was dying to hear what was being said, so I called my security guy to see what it would cost to upgrade all the cameras to microphone cameras. It was expensive, but ultimately I decided it would be worth it. The problem was that it would take him 4 to 6 hours to complete the upgrade, and I didn’t want Emily to know I was doing this.

I decided to have him come by on the coming Saturday. Stuart would be away for his regular weekend stay at my parents’ house. All I needed to do was get Emily out of the house. A day at the lake would be a perfect excuse to get her out of the house. She loved the lake, which made it an easy sell.

After parking in the street for the third night in a row, I was determined not to make the same mistake, so I could have Emily ask Leroy not to block the whole driveway. Just as on the previous nights, Leroy and his friends exited the house as soon as I arrived. Emily and Stuart seemed to be completely taken in by the bullshit Leroy was feeding them. It was as if they had completely forgotten that less than a week ago, he was the reason Stuart came home from school crying on a daily basis.

I didn’t ask anything about Leroy, and Emily didn’t offer any information, which was fine, I guess. I did ask her to mention his parking in the middle of the driveway. She immediately pulled out her phone and started texting.

“Who are you texting?”

“Leroy. You just told me to ask him not to park in the middle of the driveway, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t know you had his cell number,” I said, feeling a little uneasy that they had exchanged numbers.

“If he’s going to have Stuart in his truck, I need to have his number. It’s just common sense.”

“I guess I hadn’t thought of that.”

Over the next 15 minutes, I saw her continue to send and receive texts from Leroy. I was curious why it took 15 minutes to get him to park on one side of the driveway, but I didn’t question her any further.

We had uneventful sex on Wednesday night. After I came, I think I was able to lick her to an orgasm, but it was nothing like the ones I had witnessed while she was with Butch.

The next day at 3:30, I was watching the camera when Leroy pulled into the driveway. I was amazed when I saw that he had parked all the way to the right side of the driveway, which would allow me to pull right into the garage. I watched the boys walk in and head toward the basement. Leroy again spent the entire time in the kitchen talking to Emily. How I wished it was Monday and I could just listen to what they were saying.

I did see Emily look out the window towards the driveway before turning and smiling. There was an animated, jovial exchange between them for a few minutes before everything went back to normal, with Leroy sitting in a chair while Emily fiddled around the kitchen.

Upon arrival home, I was happily able to pull directly into the garage. I was miffed that my wife had to fight my battles, but sometimes the path of least resistance is best. Leroy was no more respectful of me this day than on any other day, but it didn’t matter because I had gotten my way.

Later that night, I thanked Emily for intervening with Leroy, “Thank you for having Leroy park on the side of the driveway; it was nice to be able to just pull into the garage again.”

“It was no problem at all.”

On Friday afternoon, I saw that Leroy once again parked on the correct side of the driveway. I watched as the kids all did their now usual routine. As soon as Leroy sat down in the kitchen chair, I saw Emily smiling before doing a little pirouette. It was then that I noticed she was wearing the skirt and blouse from Butch. The outfit was much different today, though. She was wearing a bra, and the blouse was buttoned all the way up. Under the skirt she was wearing spanks, avoiding any up-skirt views.

I had a suspicion that this was some sort of exchange for him parking correctly. I was ecstatic that Emily had outsmarted the kid by giving him what he asked for – to wear the outfit – but wearing it in a completely modest manner. For his part, Leroy didn’t seem fazed by this and continued to have Emily strike various sexy poses. I was amazed that Emily went along with his commands. Of course, without audio, I had no idea whether he was demanding or she was offering these poses. After about 10 minutes of Emily teasing the boy, she went back to cooking and cleaning while they chatted.

That night, after we had ferried Stuart to my parents’ house, I brought up the outfit Emily was still wearing. “I didn’t expect to see you wearing that outfit again.”

“It was part of the deal with Leroy to get him not to block the driveway. He had been bothering me all week about seeing me in it, so it killed two birds with one stone. Besides, with a bra and spanks, it’s not scandalous at all.”

“I guess you outsmarted him.”

“He’s a straight D student. I would have been surprised if I couldn’t outsmart him,” Emily said with a smile.

“It seems he is in the kitchen talking to you every night when I get home. Do you think he has a crush on you?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t say a crush, but he has told me multiple times about how beautiful I am and that I’m the hottest mom he’s ever met. I think it’s adorable.”

“And that doesn’t bother you? I mean, he used to bully our son,” I said, not wanting to broach the age difference again.

“I have forgiven him, and I think you should do the same. He’s sweet about it, and it’s been a nice ego boost for me. You need to remember what it was like for me when I was in high school. I was the fat girl with braces. No hot guys like Leroy would even glance my way. It’s kind of nice having a young stud fawning over me for once.”

“OK, but be careful with him. He’s still Butch’s son, and I don’t trust him.”

“Believe me, he’s nothing like Butch. He’s a little rough, but underneath, he’s a nice boy.”

“That’s what the adults always thought about Butch, too.”

“You’re projecting your childhood traumas onto someone who wasn’t even born when they happened. You just need to accept that Leroy is different than Butch.”

“If you say so,” I said, ending the conversation.

It was finally Saturday, and I had arranged for my camera guy to let himself into the house while I had Emily out of the house. I couldn’t wait for Monday to hear what Emily and Leroy were talking about for almost two hours every day.

We were at Boone Lake Beach, which is about 10 minutes away from our house. Emily and I got there early and set up our towels and umbrellas at the very edge of the beach area. This allowed us to use our umbrellas to shield the rest of the town from our view, so it was like we were alone on the beach, which was the only way I could get Emily to wear a bikini.

Emily was out cooling off in the water with a few of the other wives, while I was enjoying my privacy with a book, when I sensed a presence in my area. I looked up to see Butch standing next to me.

“Hey Needle, how’s it going?” Butch asked.

“Butch, what do you want?”

“Is that any way to greet an old friend?”

“I’m am not your friend. I thought we had an agreement that you would leave us alone.”

“I don’t remember agreeing to anything like that. We agreed that Leroy would leave your kid alone, and as far as I know, he’s been doing just that. Am I wrong?”

“He’s been great with Stuart, but that should conclude our business together. Can you just leave my wife and me be?”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Needle. I was just being friendly. I bet you’ve spanked it a dozen times since last Saturday, thinking about everything you saw, I know I have,” Butch said with a chuckle as he continued to loom over my beach chair.

“Fuck you, Butch. Please leave now.” I said as forcefully as I could muster.

“That’s twice you’ve been rude to me in less than a minute. Let’s not have a third, OK?” Butch said through clenched teeth.

“OK, if you must know – No, I haven’t spanked it a dozen times thinking about last Saturday,” I said, thinking I was positive it had been less than 10 times — perhaps 9 times.

“If you say so, Needle. So have you fucked your wife’s ass yet?” Butch continued to torment me.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business. Now, if you would kindly leave, I would like to get back to my book,” I said as I opened my book up and pretended to continue reading.

Almost as soon as the book opened, though, I was upended from the chair, landing face down in the sand. Before I could even begin to flip over, I felt Butch’s foot pressing firmly into my back between my shoulder blades.

“I told you not to be rude again, but you just couldn’t help yourself. See, that’s what you never understood; it was your mouth that got you into trouble. I wasn’t out to hurt you, but you would say things like that, and I just couldn’t help myself.” Butch said as I heard my beach chair creak under his weight as he sat down with his foot still placed firmly in the middle of my back.

“No! OK!?! I haven’t fuck my wife’s ass!” I shouted at him, only afterwards realizing I was in a public place.

“Jesus Needle. I wouldn’t go announcing that to the whole beach. Did she not let you? Maybe she’s saving her ass for me?” Butch seemed to be pondering out loud.

“Fuck you, she’s not saving anything for you,” I said angrily.

I barely got the last word out before my face was pressed firmly into the sand.

“You really should think about what position you’re in before you speak. You’re bound to get hurt at the rate you’re going,” Butch said as he continued to hold my face in the sand for several moments before letting me back up, spitting the sand out of my mouth.

“This is assault, you know. I could have you sent back to prison. How would you like that?” I said desperately.

“Well, I probably wouldn’t like it at all, but I can say for certain that Leroy wouldn’t like it either, especially when he found out whose dad sent his pops back to prison. So, I guess you could do it, but then our previous deal would be null and void. Let’s see where we were. That’s right, you haven’t fucked your wife’s ass yet. Is that because you can’t keep it hard enough to stick it in or because she won’t let you?”

I decided silence was the best option at this point. So, I just didn’t say a word. After about a minute, as expected, my face was once more buried in the sand. I had prepared for it this time, however, and didn’t get a mouth full of sand. It was dry sand, so I was able to breathe through my nose just fine. I would just stay here motionless until he grew bored and went away.

“What are you doing? Let him up?” I heard Emily saying from about 10 feet away.

“Oh, hey Em, how are you doing? I was just trying to catch up with your hubby here, and he was very rude to me, so I had to do a little attitude adjustment. Don’t worry, he’s used to this position from his high school days,” Butch said while continuing to hold my face in the sand.

“Please just let him breathe. I thought we had an agreement that you would leave us alone,” Emily pleaded.

“Relax. He can breathe just fine. I guess neither of you listens very well. We only agreed that Leroy would not bother your kid anymore. We never said anything about me pushing Needle’s face into the sand. Do you remember me promising not to push his face in the sand?” Butch asked.

“No, but our debt is paid,” Emily pleaded.

“True, and so is mine. Leroy says things are going fine with your kid now.”

“Yes, they are. What do you want from John?”

“I was just asking him some questions, and he was just plain rude to me,” Butch explained.

“What kind of questions?” Emily asked.

“Well, you see, I was wondering if he has been jacking off thinking about watching us fuck.”

“Most certainly not. It was an honest mistake on his part last Saturday. He accidentally took one of his blue pills with his other pills that morning, which explains why he was so hard last week. Now let him up if you please,” Emily said, repeating the lie I had told her on our way home from Butch’s house.

“So, you’re saying that he didn’t get turned on watching you and me, he just accidentally took a boner pill that morning. Do you think he took one this morning?” Butch queried.

“No. We moved those pills to a new location so he wouldn’t make that same mistake again.”

“I see, well then, why don’t we play the game again and see if it was the pills or just him.”

“You want me to kiss you again and see if he gets hard?”

“No, let’s do it this way. I’ll ask you 20 questions, and we’ll check Needle’s little prick at the end and see if he really needs those pills.”

“And if he’s not hard, you will leave us alone? Forever?”

“Yes, but if he is hard, we repeat last week with you as my slave again, but Needle has to keep his mouth shut the whole time.”

“Deal,” Emily agreed. As soon as she said that, the pressure on the back of my head released, and I raised. “Now, John, you heard what he said. I don’t want to hear a peep out of you,” Emily chided me, as if I were the problem here.

“What do you want to know?”

“I was just wondering how your week had gone. Needle already told me – and the whole beach for that matter – that he hasn’t fucked your ass yet. The next question was why. Did you not let him, or could he just not get it stiff enough?”

“Oh wow. I wasn’t expecting questions like that.”

“You promised you would answer all of my questions,” Butch pushed.

“I guess I don’t know WHY. It just hasn’t happened yet. We only had sex once this week. You know there isn’t much opportunity with a 14-year-old in the house. Wednesday nights, he has religious ed, so we get a couple of hours of alone time then, but other than that, he’s there most of the time. He’s gone to his grandparents for the weekend, so we’ll probably try tonight. Does that answer your question?” Emily said.

“On Wednesday, when you had sex, did he get you off?”

“He tried with his tongue, but I couldn’t get there.”

“Have you gotten there by yourself this week?”

“What?”

“Have you doddled yourself this week?”

“Butch! I don’t want to talk about that,” Emily said as a flush filled her face.

“You agreed to 20 questions, and you’re going to quit after 1? I guess we can get right to the slave thing if you want, though.”

“No, I’ll answer. Yes, I masturbated this week,” Emily said proudly.

“How many times?”

“Oh wow! OK. This is embarrassing. Four times.”

“And how many times did you cum in those four times?”

“I guess 7 or 8, some of them were little ones.”

“Which days did you do the deed?”

“Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday,” Emily said more confidently than she had been. Like a turtle popping its head out of its shell and realizing it’s not too bad outside.

“Did I have a role in any of your fantasies while you were masturbating?”

“What?!?”

“Was I a character in any of your fantasies while you were masturbating?”

“I don’t want to answer that one.”

“By not answering, I would say you already have answered, but I’ll take the forfeit.”

“OK. Yes, you were a character in my fantasies while I masturbated this week,” Emily said before saying “Sorry, honey,” to me.

“Was it just you and me, or were there other people there as well?”

“It was just you and me. And don’t ask me to describe it because that is not going to happen.”

“Fair enough. You masturbated 4 times this week. Was I in all of them?”

“I’m sure you want to hear yes, but no, you were not,” Emily said smugly.

“How many was I in?” Butch continued.

“Three,” Emily said, again adding “Sorry, honey,” to me.

“You say that it’s a medical thing that Needle can’t keep it up, right?”

“Yes,” Emily replied.

“Reach between his legs and tell me if he’s hard right now,” Butch demanded.

I knew what she was going to find. For some reason, this line of questions was turning me on, and my cock was rock hard in my swim trunks.

“Really?”

“I bet he’s already hard.”

I felt Emily reach under me, touching my hard cock before saying, “Yes, he’s hard.”

“Well, let’s keep going and see if we can keep him that way. Then we’ll know it’s mental and not physical. Next question: Who gave you the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’m going to need an answer, Emily. Think it through. Who had your pussy tingling and you spasming, begging for more?” Butch prodded.

“Sex isn’t just about orgasms, you know. With John, we have a deep connection during sex that you could never match,” Emily said, not answering his question.

“Well, not that deep. I’ve seen the little thing, remember. Just answer the question. Best orgasm ever?”

“You, OK? Is that what you want to hear?”

“I just want the truth. Who gave you your second biggest orgasm?”

“It was you, too. Sorry, John,” Emily said softly.

“I won’t continue, but I bet I’m 8 of the top 10 at least. I think that’s 10 or 11 questions. Let’s say 11. Only 9 to go. “Is he still hard?”

I felt her hand on my hard cock before she whispered to me, “John. Please. You can’t be hard at the end of this.” She then said loud enough for Butch to hear, “He is still hard.”

“Only a few more questions, Needle, before I’m fucking your wife again,” Butch said before continuing with a question, “Did you use any toys while playing with yourself this week?”

“Oh my god! I don’t own anything like that.”

“So, you just used your fingers then?”

“This is so embarrassing. Not just my fingers, I used a cucumber this week.”

“So, this was the first time you used a cucumber?”

“Yes,” Emily whispered.

“How did the size of the cucumber compare to my cock?”

“It was about the same size as your penis.”

“When did you buy this cucumber?”

“On Tuesday.”

“Did you put anything in your ass this week while you were diddling yourself?”

“Butch!!” Emily screeched in exasperation.

“Just answer the question. Only a few to go.”

“Yes, I put the cucumber in there,” Emily whispered, sounding completely humiliated.

“Did you cum with the cucumber in your ass?”

“Yes,” Emily whispered again.

“Isn’t that funny, Needle. Your wife couldn’t cum with you, but stuffing a cucumber up her ass while fantasizing about me got her there,” Butch taunted, causing my cock to swell further. I was trying as hard as I could to think of anything else to get rid of the hard-on, but Emily’s answers to Butch’s questions were turning me on too much.

“Just a few more questions; Where did you learn to deep throat a cock, because we know it wasn’t from Needle?”

“It was at a bachelorette party last year.”

I knew the bachelorette party Emily was referring to. It was my sister Kelly’s wedding. I knew Kelly’s maid of honor was a wild one, but I didn’t have any idea the bachelorette party was wild enough that Emily would have learned how to deep throat there. I couldn’t believe she would have done something like that in front of my sister.

“And that was the first cock you ever sucked?”

“Um, aren’t you out of questions?”

“By my count, we have two more. Let’s go, I want my prize,” Butch prodded.

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Who else have you sucked off?”

“Just one other guy, and it was a long time ago. Are we done now?”

“I’m going to need a name, Emily,” Butch commanded.

“His name was Simon,” Emily nearly whispered.

I almost went into cardiac arrest when she said Simon. Simon had gone to college with Emily and me in our Freshman year. He was on the football team, but not what you’re thinking. He wasn’t some stud. He was just a big man who made the team because of his enormity, both in height and girth. His girth wasn’t muscle; it was the result of way too many cheeseburgers. I didn’t watch football, but I don’t even think he played in any games. Being on the team did get him into a fraternity, which just happened to be the brother fraternity to Emily’s sorority. This gave him a couple of advantages over me. For one, it was expected that Emily would date a frat guy, not some dorm rat like me. More importantly, it allowed him to be in the sorority house after hours when dorm rats like me had to leave.

He dated a few of the girls in Emily’s sorority, but at some point, his interest turned to Emily. He always seemed to be around her, both inside the sorority house and outside of it. I was threatened by his constant presence and obvious interest in the girl I considered my girlfriend, but Emily always assured me he was harmless. I suppose my fears were justified based on this new information. I would need to query Emily about this later, but my immediate problem was my rigid cock, which Emily would be checking soon.

“I think you’re out of questions,” Emily said.

“I guess you’re probably right. You can check him now.”

I felt Emily reach under me, knowing already that she would find my cock as hard as it had ever been. “John? Really?” she whispered to me.

“He’s hard, isn’t he, Emily?” Butch queried.

“Yes, he is,” Emily said, sounding defeated.

“I guess we’re going to be having some more fun, Emily. For your first task, I would like you to suck my cock.”

“What? Here? On a public beach?” Emily asked incredulously.

Butch gave a glance around at the rest of the beach while motioning with his hands at the umbrellas I had set up to give us privacy before saying, “It looks like we have plenty of privacy here. As long as we stay behind these umbrellas, no one is going to see us. I’ll tell you what, I’ll even let Needle up so he can watch.”

“Please, let’s just go home,” Emily pleaded.

“No, I think here will do just fine,” Butch said as he took his foot off my back.

Emily gave me a dirty look as she got off of her beach chair and kneeled between Butch’s spread legs. Butch helped her lower his shorts to expose his cock, which was just as hard as my own. Her head lowered as her mouth engulfed his cock.

“Ah, that feels so good. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed your wife’s mouth this week, Needle. And these tits too,” Butch said as he untied the string around Emily’s neck, causing the top of her suit to fall away from her chest. Butch’s left hand was immediately full of my wife’s big tits, while his right hand began forcing Emily’s mouth deeper onto his cock until she gagged. This went on for about 5 minutes, when Butch looked up at me.

“Would you look at that, Emily. He’s harder than ever watching you suck my cock. I really don’t think he needs those pills,” Butch said to Emily, who pulled her mouth off of his cock to look back at me in disgust.

“I’ll tell you what. I’m in a gambling mood again this week. We know this is turning you on, Needle,” Butch said as he gestured at my tented trunks before continuing. “I wonder, though. Do you think your little wife is turned on, too? I know she was after making out with me last week, but this week all she has done is suck my cock for five minutes. Do you think sucking my cock for five minutes has gotten your wife’s pussy wet, Needle?”

Emily started to say something, but Butch shushed her.

“No fucking way,” I almost spat at him.

“I’m betting her pussy is soaking wet. If your wife’s pussy is soaking wet, not just a little damp, then you are both my total slaves for the night, but if it’s dry or just a little damp, then I will leave with blue balls. Deal?” Butch asked.

“Deal,” I quickly said, hoping to send Butch away with no release. There was no way Emily would be turned on just by sucking a cock with no romantic foreplay. If there was anything I knew about my wife, it was that she got off on the romance.

With the deal in place, Butch reached over Emily, pulled Emily’s swimsuit crotch to the side with his left hand before sliding two fingers easily into Emily’s pussy. I was still hopeful that his fingers would come out dry. Butch presented his fingers to me proudly. They were shiny with moisture, which didn’t necessarily mean she was “soaked” as he had bet. He then spread his two fingers apart, leaving strings of my wife’s juices dangling between them. She was indeed soaked.

“She really loves sucking cock, you know,” Butch said as Emily began deep throating his cock. “It’s too bad you don’t have a cock worthy of sucking,” He continued. Emily then began to use her throat muscles to milk his cock, staying there for about 30 seconds before pulling back, gasping for air.

After a few seconds, she forced her mouth all the way onto his cock once more. Her eyes never left his eyes the entire time she impaled her throat on his cock. Her throat muscles were again at work on the head of his cock while her tongue licked the base.

Finally, during her third trip down on his cock Butch announced he was going to cum. He pulled Emily’s mouth off of his cock with a pop, then with a grunt, Butch’s cock began spraying Emily’s face and hair with cum. Without a word from Butch, Emily’s tongue flicked out of her mouth and licked the cum from her lips.

“In light of our new deal, I won’t ask you to kiss your wife right now, but you gotta admit she looks pretty hot coated in my cum,” Butch said, looking my way before continuing, “Lookie here, Emily. Hubby’s still tenting his shorts. I guess he doesn’t need those pills after all; he just needs to watch you sucking my cock.”

“What is wrong with you, John?” Emily asked as she wiped cum from her eyes so she could see for herself.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I wanted to bring up the fact that her pussy had been soaking wet from sucking Butch’s cock, but I knew now was not the right time to start an argument.

“At least he didn’t cum from just watching this time, though. Why don’t you rub it for him, Emily?”

“What?”

“Rub his needle dick.”

Emily, still on her knees, turned toward me and started rubbing my bathing suit covered hard on. Even though her face was still coated in Butch’s cum, she looked so hot kneeling there with her hand on my cock. I came in about 30 seconds. I looked down to see a huge stain right on the crotch of my suit. The sky blue of my suit had turned dark blue where my cum was quickly soaking through it. I reached for a towel, but Butch wanted it to stay there. Of course, he was going to force me to walk through a crowded beach with a huge cum stain on the front of my shorts. He was gracious enough to let Emily wipe his cum from her face, but she had to use my shirt to do it.

“I guess we should get going. We’ve got a busy night ahead of us,” Butch said as he tied his trunks.

To Be Continued…?

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