The Boss, the Bride, and the Cuckold
by Epic Sex Stories
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CHAPTER 1
I carried the last of the boxes to the storage room. Already, my boss, Mr. Whitney, was opening another bottle of wine to celebrate the end of a long day. Gary, his eldest son and successor, drained the previous bottle. They worked crazy hours, and I jumped at the chance for some time-and-a-half.
"I miss Stephanie," Mr. Whitney said with a sign.
Stephanie, his executive assistant, recently got married and moved away, and I heard the position paid very well.
"Replacing her will be hard," his son agreed.
"What about me?" I volunteered. "I can do everything that she could do, and I just finished my business degree."
I flushed when they both laughed. "You can't do everything she did," my boss warned me. "In fact, I fear she is irreplaceable."
I staked my ability to support my new wife on this job. Whitney's company averaged 25% growth over the last decade, and I wanted in. My high school sweetheart would not have married me if she knew how hard it would be to get by. I got her a job in accounting, and we still couldn't afford a car.
"What could Stephanie do that I cannot?" I demanded to know, my insecurities driving me.
Father and son shared a knowing look. "Sam, I am married to my company, but it involves long hours. Yet I had certain needs that I wanted fulfilled at my convenience. Stephanie did that fulfilling."
I leaned against a stack of boxes. "She had sex with you? But she had a boyfriend. She liked him so much that she married him. Why would she cheat on him with you?"
"For money, naturally. And because she was unusually horny. I offered her $100 per orgasm, and she surprised me by trying to make as much as possible."
"She cheated on her boyfriend for a lousy one hundred bucks?"
They laughed again at my expense. I felt myself burning up. "Sam, every workday she sucked me off in the morning, then we fucked in the afternoon. It's why I put my office so far away from everyone else. She averaged $2000 a week, just with me. Not counting what she made with my sons and some of my customers. We agreed to do this for a year. By then she had saved up enough money to buy a house with the man she loved."
"Wouldn't a girlfriend be cheaper?" I asked.
"You'd think, right? I need sex to release tension, not a girlfriend to complicate my life. Knowing I will get a blowjob in the morning helps me sleep at night. With Stephanie, I could get off whenever I wanted it, without explanations or excuses or justifications. She never asked why, or resisted, or delayed. It was like asking for a cup of tea from a butler. I snapped my fingers and she got on her knees and blew my mind. And I miss her so much."
"You should be able to find a total hottie to service you for that much money."
Mr. Whitney sadly shook his head. "Few women enjoy swallowing, and I can tell if they don't enjoy it. I've actually tried several ladies via sugar daddy introduction services, but none of them wanted to suck me off every day. Fuck me, sure, but sucking a guy off takes fucking dedication. You have to want it. Oh, and I don't allow hands or spitting it out. I don't want a hand job with a little tongue. Getting a guy off with just your mouth apparently isn't easy, and running to spit in the sink feels like rejection. No, Stephanie was one in a million."
"Blowjobs on demand does sound good," I had to admit. "Amy used to love sucking me off. It's why I drove back to our little hometown every weekend, until my old car broke down. But then we got married, she moved in with me, and we fight over money all the time. She appreciates the job you gave her in accounting, but she lost respect for me when I could not support her on my salary. And I haven't had a blowjob since. Hell, although we just got married, we rarely even make love, since our shitty little apartment pisses her off so much."
"Men cannot stay in love with a woman they don't find attractive, and women cannot stay in love with a man they no longer respect. Everything changes once you say those vows. Ever notice that wives fart, but girlfriends don't? Women treat you better when they want you, compared to when they finally have you. Once you're married, they can afford to treat you like shit. What are you going to do? Divorce and lose half your shit? Weddings gives wives leverage that girlfriends can only dream of. My dad warned me that 80% of blowjobs come in the first 20% of the relationship. The rest come on special occasions, when you buy her something expensive, or when she's really drunk.
"Can you imagine being able to get a blowjob whenever you want? Hell, after she sucked me off, Stephanie would often blow all three sons. Some weekends she would suck off several important customers, then fuck them all weekend. Can you imagine making several thousand dollars in just one fucking weekend? She did it once a month by making several guys cum a lot. In business we like to pay for results, and boy, did she deliver."
Gary, his buff gay son, patted his dad on the shoulder. "I told you I could get you a fag who would love to swallow you every day." Although openly gay, no one mistook Gary for a fag. Ex-Special Forces, that fucker stayed in shape. "For $8000 a month, a fag would blow you twice a day, and you know no one sucks cock like a fag."
His father laughed. "It may come to that. It's been so long that I'm starting to get the shakes." He addressed me again. "A guy can't think clearly with his balls full, so this is a business necessity. Every president, business executive, pilot, and surgeon needs morning blowjobs. Stephanie worked out so well because she honestly worked here, so I could write off whatever bonuses I paid her from my business tax returns. After tax, paying an onsite prostitute $100,000 is the same as spending $35,000 on a girlfriend, but without the hassle, headache, and wasted time. Unfortunately, none of our current female employees are very good looking."
"Amy is beautiful," I automatically defended my wife.
Mr. Whitney humored me once again. "If she got a hair style instead of a hair cut, dressed in something other than drapes, and got a boob job, sure, your new bride would probably be very good looking. Unfortunately, she's also married, and I'm fond of her husband."
Well, I didn't know what to say to that. I sure wasn't offering my wife for the position, but I desperately needed money to save my marriage.
"Listen, my wife's family is not rich, but they are comfortable, and Amy is used to a certain standard of living that I cannot give her. I've loved her since kindergarten, and I cannot afford to lose her. If I cannot make enough to move to a less dangerous neighborhood and buy a car, she's gonna leave me, and I'll never get her back."
I felt the energy in the room change as my boss studied me. "Sammy, are you proposing something?"
CHAPTER 2
I stared at the floor. "Maybe I could temporarily fill the position until you find someone else. As long as no one else learns of our arrangement."
I tried to swallow my pride, but my mouth was too dry. Father and son looked long and hard at each other, then at me again. They apparently could read each other's minds.
"Have you ever sucked cock before?" my boss asked.
"No, but I've often thought about it since high school."
"Have you ever taken a cock up your ass?" the son wanted to know.
"No, but Amy used to stick vibrators up there when she sucked me off. Having something up my ass made me cum harder. We actually have quite a collection. She's always looking for something bigger, something that I cannot take."
Laughing his ass off, Gary took a c-note from his wallet and waved it at me. "Dad, I have to call his bluff."
I shifted nervously, no longer sure where to put my feet. I could not find a relaxed position.
"Sammy, just so we're clear, if you suck my cock until I cum in your mouth, without using your hands, and if you swallow every damn drop, then I'll give you $100. If you're any good, you could do this every day, make a lot of money, and save your marriage. But it will only work if you truly enjoy it. That was Stephanie's magic -- she fucking loved to suck cock. So kneel before me and tell me you want to swallow my jism."
I moved across the room like a sleepwalker having an out-of-body experience and fell to my knees. "Gary, I want to swallow your jism."
"Lower my pants and boxers and tell me you love my cock."
I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down. His engorged penis leaped free as I worked his red boxers down his legs. I stared, hypnotized, as it flopped around, looking for me. My hands moved on their own to fondle it and his balls. "I love your fucking cock." What startled me was how much I truly meant it.
"Tell me you want to suck me off every day. Tell me you will fantasize every night about me. Tell me just the sight of me will make you horny as hell."
In a trance, I obeyed. I couldn't believe I was doing this.
"Say you want me more than your wife. Say you want to serve my every whim. Say you want to be my personal sex bitch."
"I want you more than Amy. I will do whatever you want. Please make me your bitch."
The room cooled, and I wondered if it was just me. My boss whistled: "He's pitched a tent in his pants. I'm beginning to think he's serious."
"Sammy, suck my cock until I gag you with my sperm."
I didn't realized how much I had been restraining myself. Once he let me off my leash, my head leaped at the monster growing harder before my eyes. I had never tasted penis before, but I always knew I would enjoy it. My mouth engulfed the bulbous head and I struggled to quickly get the rest of it down my throat. I was dying to snort his pubes, to get it all inside me. I inhaled it like a foot-long hot dog. I closed my eyes and swooned at the experience. Now I knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
I heard Gary coach me about relaxing my throat muscles to minimize the gag reflex. As a cocksucker himself, I appreciated his advice. My competitive side compelled me to get him off as fast as possible to prove myself, so I bobbed back and forth, going as deep as I could, without sacrificing speed. His penis tasted fleshy, but unlike any other body part. Unlike women, who smell like fish and taste like chicken, I could not think of anything that resembled the flavor of cock. God I wanted him to explode in my mouth. I needed to know what his spunk tasted like. My wife liked it, and that bitch was pretty picky. She didn't even like watermelon. Really, who the fuck doesn't like watermelon?
I overheard my boss say, "I always knew that boy had too much girl in him."
Gary's strong hands suddenly gripped my head and I almost came in my jeans. A thrill shot up my spine as he made my head move that much faster. Good thing, too, as the hard floor was hurting my knees. I felt his penis head enlarge like a blow fish and knew I was about to get what I always wanted: a mouthful of fresh cum. I fought the delirious sensation to clear my head to fully enjoy the coming event.
His first load shot the back of my throat like a bullet. I didn't expect so much force. The shock effect was like downing a shot of whisky. Which reminded me of a joke: a young guy walks into a bar and orders six shots of whisky. The happy bartender asks what he's celebrating, and the new customer says, his first blowjob, then downs each shot back to back. Impressed, the bartender offers another on the house, but the guy declines, saying, "if six shots of whisky can't get the taste out of my mouth, a seventh won't help."
I automatically swallowed, disappointed that it bypassed my tongue so I could taste it, only for the next wad to splatter against the roof of my mouth with such force that it exited out my fucking nose like some hot snot. My nose burned like I snorted Tabasco. Thankfully, the third load coated my tongue and I melted at the flavor. Nothing compared. Well, I guess oysters compared, but unfavorably.
Years later I would learn that those who enjoy sucking cock -- even gays -- rarely enjoy the taste of sperm. Both men and women take it in the mouth because they are horny, bribed, coerced, drunk, or high. Even those who enjoy it early in the relationship grow to merely tolerate it later. So finding one who did, like my Amy, was rare and wonderful. I let Amy get away with treating me like shit because she sucked me off. Gary was right that it was important to decide ahead of time to love the taste -- such pre-set notions made it go down that much easier.
Gary smacked my head and I focused again, bobbing on his cock to milk him down to the last fucking drop. Oh, I wanted it all. The taste thrilled me, as I knew it would. My ultra-conservative parents would be shitting themselves if they could see me, and the image pleased me immensely. As his dick grew limp in my mouth, I held it up, pumped it, despite the rules, then licked the lone drop that stood, stubbornly, at the tip.
"Well?" Mr. Whitney asked his son.
The homo looked down at me, my mouth trying to suck him back hard. He held out the Benjamin. "Worth every penny."
"Strip," my boss ordered me. "I want first crack at that virgin ass."
Instead of getting up, I fell on my back and shimmied out of my clothes. Then I crawled to the sofa and got on my knees, lifting my ass in the air. My boss walked around to offer me his fat cock. I took him in my mouth like a kid with a lollipop. I bobbed up and down hungrily. I couldn't wait to taste him. After just a few minutes he pulled out and a moment later a strong hand slapped my bare ass hard. The sting excited me. When I involuntarily moaned in pleasure, both men chuckled, knowing what it meant. I would be getting spanked a lot in the months to come.
A finger punctured my anus, and I did my best to will my ass cheeks apart. A baseball bat, or something that felt as large, pressed against my butt hole and I knew this was going to hurt. Yet my ass wanted it so much that it got wet, like it was lubricating. Gary offered a wine bottle and I drank what was left in it. Then the head of my boss' penis forced its way into my anus and I screamed like a little bitch. Oh, Jesus, I have never felt anything that hurt that way before, and I had appendicitis. A cold bottle pressed against my cheek. I looked up at Gary smiling down at me, then drank the new bottle of wine.
"The first time I took a cock up my ass, I vowed to give pussy another try," he joked. "That was the last time I tried to convince myself that I wasn't gay. Like a female virgin, the first time is painful, but the second is wonderful. You'll see."
I appreciated the comforting words. Once the bulbous head passed the entrance, the pain became bearable -- and strangely intoxicating. For several minutes I felt him work it in, little by little, as my anal muscles accommodated it. Then he fucking reamed me hard and fast. His hips audibly smacked my ass cheeks and my boss began to holler like a bull rider. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the strange feeling of a dick pushing its way inside my butt. It felt good, but not better than fucking pussy. Now that felt fucking incredible. Despite my love for cock, I never understood how gays could turn down pussy. I just couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that someone like Gary could look at the naked pussy of a total hottie and say, nah. This also helped me realize that I wasn't, in fact, gay. If I had to choose, I'd pick pussy over cock 9 times out of 10. Okay, okay, not 10 out of 10 times, so maybe I'm a little queer.
But for the next year I couldn't choose. I picked sex for money. While most attractive men are whores, I was just another prostitute, sucking cocks for cash.
I would soon grow tired of it, but at the time I loved being man-handled. My boss fucked me with no regard to how I felt. He didn't try to hurt me, but didn't care if he hurt me. And I fucking loved it.
Eyes still closed, I heard his grunting change and looked forward to feeling him flood my anal canyon. He swatted my ass hard, gave out a rebel yell, then exploded up my butt. Zen-like, I felt one with my immediate universe, and sensed the warm sticky liquid tickling my insides. I relished the whole experience, not yet knowing that I would leak like the CIA until morning. The boss' cum soaked through my underwear to wet my pants all the way through. On the way home I stopped to buy adult diapers, which humiliated me more than sucking cock.
I collapsed on the sofa and my boss dropped five twenties on top of me. "Sammy, care to do this every day? If so, you'll have a big bonus by payday."
I made eye contact because he hated weaklings. "I'll take as much as you and your sons care to give me. Anytime, anywhere, anyhow."
Mr. Whitney looked over at his son. "It looks like we got ourselves a winner."
CHAPTER 3
I drove up to our tiny apartment in our brand new red Kia Rio. My wife waved excitedly. Seven billion people somehow live without a vehicle. I didn't see how. At least, not in America. I hated the bus, and the losers who used it. Homeless drug addicts, armed predators, and those crushed by life made taking the inner city bus a demoralizing risk to one's health, happiness, and property. The five year old Kia only cost $2000 from a desperate private owner, but Amy treated it like a limo.
"Get in," I yelled through the open window. "I want to show you something."
We drove just five minutes, but soon arrived in another world. The gates had an armed guard who waved us through. I parked in front of the office, and the lovely old lady I met the day before led us to our new apartment. Amy looked like someone admitted her into Heaven. She fucking skipped like a little girl going trick and treating. We passed carefully maintained lawns and an artificial pond with a beautiful fountain.
She entered the apartment in a trance, stunned at the island in the large kitchen. Unfurnished, the one-bedroom looked huge.
"We can afford this?" my new bride demanded.
"It's twice as much a month, but it's closer to work and they already approved us. We have to wait until my next paycheck to come up with the deposit and first month's rent, but it will be ours soon."
Amy threw herself into my arms and cried. Bitch that I am, I cried with her as the sales lady smiled.
The next week was like old times, only better. Amy loved me again. She feared for her life at our apartment and on the bus. We risked our lives every time we walked to and from the grocery store, but at least we saw light at the end of the tunnel. We could not wait to move out. That prospect made everything else tolerable.
Until she found out.
The accounting clerk put 2 and 2 together, and it didn't equal 4. Since I worked a little longer than the rest of the office, Amy waited for me in the car. She seemed quiet on the way home, but she did nothing to tip me off. We got into our shitty apartment, then she kicked me in the nuts. I collapsed on the smelly carpet and inhaled the cat piss of the previous tenant.
I finally found something that hurt more than anal sex. I screamed like a choirboy cornered by his priest. Oh, God, this was like a minute of childbirth. I bent over, helpless as a baby, as Amy pulled down my pants to rip off my adult diaper.
"I can't believe it, yet I fucking knew it." She showed me the evidence of my guilt. "This is semen." As if I didn't know. Why else would I hear fucking diapers? I leaked cum all day and night -- I didn't learn to use enemas until later. I felt her thrust a finger up my ass, but instead of fucking me, she held it up to my face. "Sam, explain why you have cum up your ass? And if you lie, I will fucking castrate you."
Once the tears started, they wouldn't stop. "I'm prostituting myself to the Whitneys to save our marriage. They pay me $100 per orgasm."
The cruel bitch didn't buy that for a second. "Whitney isn't gay. Even his son, who says he's gay, doesn't seem gay." Indeed, few men came across as more masculine than Gary.
"I'm doing what Stephanie used to do, until they find a woman willing to suck the four of them off every morning. They don't fuck my ass because they're gay, but because they're horny. And because they enjoy making me their bitch."
"You're not just a liar, you're a lousy liar, and I'm not staying married to a fag."
I have never been more scared than at that moment. Losing her would kill me. She was literally the girl next door. Our parents made us hold hands when walking to kindergarten, so we wouldn't suddenly run into the street. We had been together pretty much ever since. I've never so much as kissed another girl. Or boy. I have always planned to spend the rest of my life with her. I could take any punishment, except losing the love of my life.
I got out my cell phone and dialed my boss. "She knows, but needs to hear it from you."
Amy took the phone and appeared surprised that it was, indeed, Mr. Whitney. I couldn't hear what he said, but she promised we would be right over. She stared at me hard, as I lay curled up in the fetus position on the floor, whimpering like a puppy. She clearly didn't know what to think.
"You would leave me if I didn't get us out of this death trap of an apartment," I explained. "Remember the bonuses on my paychecks? Divide that by one hundred and that's how often I let them use me so that I could take better care of you. Without it, we cannot afford the car or the new apartment."
"If you're lying to me, I'm divorcing you."
"But will you stay with me if I'm telling the truth?" The thought struck her hard. I saw the bewilderment on her face. "Until my hoopti died on the freeway, I drove ten hours round trip just to be with you on the weekends, so I am not gay. Yet I have not cheated on you with any woman."
"You're sucking guys off for just $100?" I can't blame her for finding it hard to believe.
"I'll make ten grand this month. Whitney even gets to write it off his taxes. And I can make that much every month. Until they find a woman like Stephanie to replace me. Until then, we need to save up as much as possible."
"You want to continue sucking them off and taking it up the ass?"
"I sure as hell don't want to lose you, and staying in this hell hole will cost us our marriage."
I stumped her. I could see it in her eyes. "You could really make $10,000 in just one month?"
"In a year we could buy ourselves a nice home," I said in my defense.
I used to be able to read her mind, but all I got now was static. "Let's hear what Whitney has to say."
CHAPTER 4
His home blew me away. I had seen multi-million dollar homes before, but I had never knocked on their huge ornate oak doors. Gary happily greeted us. Few thirty year olds live with their daddies, but, then again, few had mansions to call their home. Coming from a small town, I was not used to looking up to gays, but, at 6'3", the fucker towered over me.
"I heard Sammy's still leaking fluids," the vet told my wife after welcoming her into his home and giving us both a stiff drink. "My bad."
"You're fucking my husband up the ass, too?" she asked.
"My ex was just using me for money, so I now prefer to pay up front rather than, pardon the pun, take it up the ass. It's a more honest relationship until I find Mr. Right. If it's any consolation, Sammy's making a fucking fortune off of us. I'd complain about the money, but he's also saving me a fortune on dating materialistic bitches. I get more blowjobs without having to worry about broken hearts."
He guided us through a series of gorgeous rooms with vaulted ceilings and glass windows everywhere. He left us at a bar to find his brothers. We had another drink, then took a third as his younger brothers Harry and Larry joined us. We both could not help but notice how they checked out Amy, who blushed under their gaze. They had seen her before, but never looked at her like this before. At least, not in front of me. That's when I noticed that Amy had changed into tight white shorts and a half-top that showed off her flat stomach, but no bra or panties. What the fuck? I could see her pussy lips though the thin fabric of her shorts. Even when it was hot, like today, she always covered herself up like an Arab to placate her conservative parents.
"Check this out," Gary told her with a smile. Then he kissed me. I admit, I finally got used to his trim mustache, but it still surprised me how much he liked to French kiss me. Damn me, I kissed him back like I was on fire. I felt him grab my boner, just to show my wife how hard I was. Then he broke off the kiss to laugh at me.
I felt Amy throwing daggers at me with her eyes, but I didn't have the balls to meet her hard gaze, so she found another way to get my attention. To their surprise, she kissed Larry, the youngest and best looking of the three brothers. Later I would learn that he hit on her all the time at work, but she never told me. The fucker took advantage of the opportunity by fondling her breasts and pressing a finger against her crotch. Amy, damn her, spread her legs so he could press her shorts into her pussy. Harry, no fool, felt her up all over. When Larry broke off the kiss, Amy turned and wrapped her arms around Harry. I felt so stupid, watching my wife kiss two better looking guys.
"Damn!" Gary yelled. Everyone stopped to look at my total hard-on. "He likes watching his wife get it on. Interesting. This may work out, after all. I bet he would love to see her take two cocks at the same time."
Gary then took us upstairs to show us the many bedrooms, each larger than our studio apartment.
"I could get used to this," I confessed. The contrast of this opulence versus our current squalor unsettled me.
"Move in, and you could save on rent, utilities, and food. We have a pool, Jacuzzi, hot tub, steam room, and a very nice gym. And if Amy joins the fun, you could make twice as much."
I stopped cold, but Amy didn't seem to notice. A foot shorter, she still had no trouble keeping up with Gary. "You'd pay me what you pay Sam?"
"Well, I wouldn't, pretty as you are, but you could make serious bank servicing my father and brothers. And maybe some important customers. Stephanie saved up $100,000. Living with us, the two of you could save up a quarter million within a year. Then you could tell us all to fuck off."
Now Amy stopped to give me that look. You know the one. I felt ice in my veins as she smiled.
We found Mr. Whitney in the Jacuzzi, a mixed drink in his hand. "Take off your clothes and join me."
I made the mistake of automatically obeying, and my wife fucking noticed. Then she studied our boss and must have noticed that he was completely naked. "Do you plan on fucking me?"
"I wasn't planning on it," he answered her, as if she asked about the weather. "I wasn't aware it was a possibility. Until I saw you in those clothes, I never knew you were worth fucking. Normally you wear tents."
Amy had been begging me to buy her new clothes, but we really couldn't afford to.
"I pointed out that they could make twice as much if they both moved in and serviced us," Gary helpfully pointed out. "With a haircut, proper makeup, and boob job, Amy would surpass even Stephanie."
Amy's strict parents did not let her use makeup, allow a flattering haircut, or buy her tight clothes. The Whitney's would soon correct all that.
"We didn't use Stephanie because she was beautiful, but because she was insatiable. She loved cum and gangbangs almost as much as she loved her boyfriend. Amy has a nicer face, but I'd be shocked if she could suck and fuck like Stephanie. However, Amy, if you do like sex as much as Stephanie, then I'd get you breast implants, new clothes, and a great hair stylist." Nude, I slipped into the hot water. It felt so good. My skin tingled all over. Whitney sat up on the edge of the Jacuzzi to expose a semi-hard penis. "Sammy, show your wife what a fucking sissy you are and suck me off. I want her to watch me cum down your throat."
I dared not look at Amy for fear I'd ruin the moment. Instead, my eyes held his cock like a cobra studying the guy with the fucking flute. I stood before him and eagerly took his dick into my mouth. Just like I have done every morning for the past few weeks. Gary moved behind me and worked his cock up my ass. A cock in each hole put me through the roof. My ass ate his dick up. I wanted it all, even when it hurt. I even asked my masters to find me ever bigger cocks because I enjoy the pain so much. Meanwhile, my head bobbed up and down like a pro, going deep and fast. I had no doubt that Amy saw my enthusiasm. If not, my boss pointed it out to her.
"Amy, notice how much your husband loves to suck cock? When I unload into his mouth, you can see him almost cum himself. He absolutely loves a penis erupting in his mouth, as you'll see in a minute. He's now quite addicted to cock and cum. He can't get enough, which is why he has worked out so well, despite my initial doubts. Gary fucks his ass at least twice a day, so your husband can accommodate his monster quite easily now.
"If you decide to join us, this is the trick: to fucking love it. To love taking cock and cum, gangbangs and marathon sex. You need to enjoy taking it as much as we love giving it. That's what made Stephanie so special. That's what turned us on so much. She wasn't half as beautiful as you, but, man, I've seen her suck off half a dozen guys, one after another, looking ecstatic the whole time. You need to accept that this is sex on demand. I don't care if it's 3:00 in the morning, you have a headache, or your favorite show is on. You have to do whatever we want, sexually. We will share you with friends and business associates. And, in return, we take care of your living expenses. You'd still go to work, but we'll fuck you there, too. You should expect to suck us off every day -- and you fucking have to swallow, not spit it out afterward."
The Amy I thought I knew would have run like hell. This Amy, however, had a glazed look in her eyes and I wondered if she was high. I stopped sucking my boss's dick and Gary stopped pounding my ass when my new bride started taking her clothes off. Larry and Harry, damn them, immediately touched her naked skin all over.
"I want to suck you all off," I heard my wife say, clearly not talking about me, "then I want you all to fuck me like I've never been fucked before. Except my husband. I don't want him to touch me ever again."
I watched her pull her shorts off, and noticed they were soaked. Completely naked, she stepped into the Jacuzzi and roughly knocked me aside so she could blow our boss.
She floored me. I was never to touch her again? But we just got married, for fuck's sake! Amy immersed herself in the water, then popped out only far enough to catch Whitney's penis with her mouth. Then, to my shock, she started blowing him like a fucking pro. I knew she liked sucking cock, but I had never seen anything like this.
Gary smacked my ass hard, so I held it up so he could get his prick back in. The water washed away the lubricant so it hurt like hell, and Gary didn't fucking care. What hurt even more was watching my wife suck another man's dick -- and with more enthusiasm than she ever sucked mine. Only now did I realized that my brand new wife may never suck or fuck me ever again. An agony from deep inside my soul burst up like that thing in Alien. My chest contracted and I feared I was having a heart attack. For a moment I welcomed death, for if I could not have Amy, I did not want to live. I gazed at her nakedness, memorizing it for the last time so I could imagine her with me in Heaven. She was right next to me, but I dared not touch her. I had no doubt that she would kick me in the nuts again. I hurt all over. The hard prick drilling my anus was the least of my pain. Amy groaned with more lust than she ever showed me. My left eye gave birth to a tear and soon a thousand siblings joined them.
"Hey," my boss said, strangely happy, "the pussy is crying." Everyone laughed at me, except my wife who acted like I no longer existed. "In today's tough world, you need to grow a pair like a real man."
I don't understand why men equate balls with toughness. You ever get hit in the nuts? Testicles are delicate -- just grazing one can reduce the toughest man to tears. You know what's really tough? Pussies, because pussies can take a lifetime of pounding.
I assumed things couldn't get worse, except Larry and Harry sat down next to their father and my wife reached out to fondle their cocks. Oh, Jesus, she was really going to suck them off, too. Then things got worse and Gary exploded up my ass, slapping my butt cheeks and hollering like a cowboy. My day continued to worsen as my boss yelled in turn and shot his wad into my wife's mouth. Careful not to use her hands, she continued bobbing her head up and down to drain him dry. Only when his limp dick flopped out of her mouth did she come up for air.
"That was fucking awesome!" she said, more excited than on her wedding day. "I didn't know cum could taste so good. I want to swallow you every day. Who's next?"
Larry and Harry started arguing bitterly, forcing their father to settle it himself. He got out of the water, stood over all of us, and said:
"Let's make it a race to see who can suck cock better."
I was already in front of Harry who, in a misnomer, had very little body hair. I leaped forward to swallow him before he denied me my prize. My wife, astonished, look hard at me blowing Harry, looked Larry in the eyes, and begged him to cum in her mouth. The four Whitneys laughed their asses off as us two newlyweds raced to suck them off. I don't know why, but I felt compelled to beat my wife. I blocked everything else out and worked that meat hard. Instead of trying to get it all in my mouth, I focused on sucking the top half as fast as possible. I honestly felt proud of my cock sucking skills when I detected a change and Harry shot a wad in my mouth. I kept going as a second and a third rope of cum gagged me. Desperate for oxygen, I swallowed while still bobbing on his prick. Now I went for depth to get every drop out of him. In just a few minutes, that limp dick fed me everything it had. I felt strangely triumphant.
The applause woke me up. I looked around to see the four guys cheering me. That bitch, however, somehow beat me. She leaned towards me, her eyes cold, and I thought she was going to kiss me. Instead, she grabbed my head, stood above me, and spit out Larry's jism into my open mouth. I felt like an idiot since I could have simply shut my mouth, but I knew what my new masters wanted, and took it all like a good bitch. They even clapped when I swallowed.
Except Amy. She just looked so disgusted that I barely recognized her.
CHAPTER 5
Amy taunted them all through dinner, speculating on which would fuck her hardest. I guess I should call her the Anti-Amy because she was the complete opposite of the shy, insecure little girl I fell in love with. In contrast, this bitch couldn't wait for fucking dessert. She begged Mr. Whitney to take her virginity, implying that I somehow didn't count.
"I've never had sex with a real man before," she claimed over the dinner table. I didn't see her say it because they forced me on the floor, under the table, to suck their dicks while they ate. I didn't say anything because, really, at this point, what could I say? My wife sounded high. "I can't wait to try anal. Then I can fuck the three of you at the same time, tripling my efficiency."
I couldn't believe my ears, and I didn't want to believe my eyes. Whitney took her first, fucking her missionary while pinning down her arms. I crawled next to him so I could watch his penis thrust in and out of my wife's pussy. It mesmerized me. My wife was fucking another man, and I got off on it. Except she now hates me. He was just trying to get off, but Amy came harder than I have ever seen her. At first I thought she just exaggerated it, but Whitney cried out that her pussy was gripping his cock like a golf club. Then he spewed inside her and collapsed on top of her. A part of me hoped he had a heart attack, but I wouldn't realize any dreams for a long time.
"If you move in and give me that every day," he promised her, "I'm getting you 38DD tits and tons of sexy clothing, asap."
She wrapped her arms and legs around Larry and dared him to cum insider her. He climbed on top of her and fucked her steadily, slowly increasing his tempo. What bothered me most was all the fucking kissing. Larry was our age, and much better looking than me. They even made a nice looking couple, so I didn't enjoy seeing the guy banging my wife also kiss her. Or, rather, my wife was kissing him. The way they shared eye contact throughout their fuck frightened me. She came quick, another monster orgasm, but he wasn't done yet. Shit, don't take all night, motherfucker! Instead, he was in no hurry to finish.
The bastard was making love to my wife! Or, at least, my wife was making love to him. I heard them laugh over the dinner table, and I noticed how they walked around, holding hands. Oh, shit, I think I've been replaced. Hey, I found her first!
Amy came again as he nibbled on her neck -- fuck, she loves that. She whispered into his ear and he laughed. I have never seen my wife look happier than fucking this dude. She fucking glowed. They were French kissing when she came the third time. Only then did he cum inside her. She pulled him up to clean his cock with her mouth.
Hey, that's my job!
Thankfully, Harry fucked her to just get himself off, without any concern for her. I doubt he lasted five minutes with my wife.
"All right, sissy," Harry told me. "Suck me clean." He offered his penis and I fucking took it until it shriveled too much. His cum tasted even better when mixed with my wife's juice. "Now you're up."
I mistakenly laid down on the massive wet spot they made and pointed my toes at the ceiling. When my arm brushed against my wife's leg, she pulled it away like I scorched her skin. Gary forced my legs apart and I had to admit I was looking forward to getting laid, even if I, myself, didn't get off. My wife was even in the same bed, which meant this would be the closest I would get to fucking her. Gary thrust it in, not bothering to be gentle, and it burned for a moment before the head passed the entrance and pushed against the anal cavity. He quickly began thrusting hard, fast, and deep, taking my breath away.
Then my wife sat on my face to feed me the juice of the three men who just came in her. They discussed it over New York steak, so I wasn't surprised, but neither was I looking forward to it. Amy didn't care, however. She stood on the bed, planting one foot on either side of my head, and looked down at me like a disgusting bug. She shook her hips and they didn't lie. Instead they spit at me. Several drops of cum splattered across my face. One hit the tip of my nose. Then she squatted down, finally smiling, and smothered my face with her used pussy. Concentrating, she tried her Kegle exercises to force the jism of three men onto me. I didn't have to drink it -- shit, no one could even see. But I slurped it up anyways.
Because I'm a little sissy bitch.
Gary pinned my knees back towards my head, so Amy kissed him on the mouth, I guess to see what kissing a guy with a moustache felt like. She must have liked it because they made out for a while.
"I want to know what your juice tastes like," I heard my wife tell him.
"I'll cum up your husband's butt in just a moment. Knock yourself out."
My ass was sore from all the pounding, so I distracted myself by licking up streams of cum flowing down her inner thighs. I could even tell whose cum was whose. What really turned me on was thrusting my tongue as deep as possible up her twat. What I never expected was for her to actually cum. But she did. I think she surprised herself. It turns out that her clit rubbed against my stubbly chin as I munched on her pussy lips. She screamed so loud I thought someone hit her, then she spewed all over my face. At first I feared she peed on me -- now that would have been disgusting. The sheer volume of fluid confused me. Thank God it smelled like sweet fucking pussy. I don't know why pussies have such a bad rep; I always liked how Amy smelled. Guys, in contrast, smell like shit half the time.
Then Gary woke me out of my trance by pumping several loads of sperm into me. I loved that part, although not the leaking afterwards. I couldn't really sit, stand, or walk without leaking cum, so Gary always had me run for the shower to flush out the cum using an enema. I shuddered to think I wore diapers. If I used enemas all this time, Amy may never have discovered that I prostituted myself out to dudes. My whole life would have been completely different. I'd even be able to fuck my own wife.
Amy ignored my rock-hard boner to thrust her tongue up my ass to taste Gary. Because she leaned forward in a 69, I now gripped her ass cheeks and licked her like crazy. Cum was like a drug, and I was becoming addicted. I brought my knees closer to me to raise my asshole more, giving her better access. It felt fucking delicious. Not just a tongue, but my wife's tongue. She was so eager to taste Gary's spunk that she was willing to put her tongue up my ass. What a fucking freak. She wasn't even trying to please me, but, man, was I pleased.
Once she drank her fill, she pulled my feet over and past my head so that my penis stared straight down at me.
"Amy, please suck me off. I'll pay you."
She ignored me. And to think it was only yesterday that she fucked my brains out for buying the car. Oh, how life can suddenly change. But at least she jacked me off. I guess in case I wouldn't do it. Hell, I had been hard for so long that a whisper could have set my penis off. Every day, from now on, everybody would be getting off except me. How ironic that I would be beating off so much while everyone around me got laid constantly. Amy jerked me off fast, finally smiling down at me. She didn't order me to open my mouth, but I did anyways. And just in time as I spewed over my own face and tongue. I heard the guys taking pictures and video, which they later sent to my father and friends, but I was preoccupied by the terrible taste of my own jism. What the fuck? I spit and spit and turned over to vomit, when Gary grabbed me and pulled me to the bathroom, where I puked into the toilet. It was the worst cum I have ever tasted. I couldn't believe Amy used to like it. As if my day wasn't bad enough, I had to learn that I taste awful.
The guys, however, liked it, judging by the applause.
"And we didn't even have to pay for that one," my boss pointed out with a laugh.
Thus began my depression.
CHAPTER 6
Whitney held my dog leash as I crawled naked into the orgy room. Seriously, that's what they called it. I must have looked ridiculous with the leather chaps and the long pink dildo shooting out of my ass. We had plenty of room for the dozen or so guests. I could only guess at how much they were paying to fuck us this weekend, but it had to be at least a few thousand bucks each, and probably several thousand since they didn't need to use condoms and Amy looked like a supermodel. Whitney brought in someone to teach her hair and makeup. Now I understood how Whitney could pay us so much -- they pimped us out. I always respected Whitney as a businessman and didn't resent him pocketing a little, as long as I got mine. To my surprise, they never tried to screw me out of a $100 bonus. Whenever I got depressed, I checked my phat online banking account. My new checking account was bigger than my mother-in-law.
And I was going to need it because Amy filed for divorce. I cried when Larry made me sign the certified letter. She apparently had a lawyer before she kicked me in the nuts. Amy paid him and her plastic surgeon with sex. Life is so unfair. The girl I fell in love with was just a conniving bitch who used me to get away from her strict parents. Those who hallucinate see things that aren't there; I am the opposite -- I don't smell shit that stinks. I felt like such a tool. No wonder I had such terrible self-esteem. Amy trained me to enjoy getting shat on. I thought suffering showed how much I cared. Nope. Her contempt only grew. But at least she opened my eyes. I saw everything clearly for the first time. Now I only had to endure incredible embarrassment to get my revenge.
The guests all laughed at me when Whitney introduced me as their sex slave for the weekend. I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. He stopped me on a futon with a beanbag.
"For those who want to cum down his throat, the line starts here," he said, gesturing to a chubby fag in his fifties sitting in the beanbag. "For those who want to cum up his ass, the line starts behind him. Remember that it is his beautiful wife we will be fucking all weekend long, so share your cum with him."
The flaming fag sitting on the beanbag pulled me forward and guided my mouth onto his hard dick. Although gays themselves don't bother me, overtly feminine men I find repulsive, regardless of their sexuality. I suspect Whitney deliberately chose him for that reason. Still, I had no choice but to suck him off and swallow his jism, so I bobbed my head rapidly like a piston to get it over with as soon as possible.
No sooner did I relax my gag reflex to take him deep than I felt someone pull the dildo out of my ass and replace it with a comfortably small prick. An enema had cleared my chute of any shit. I had gotten so used to Gary's 8" monster that anything smaller tickled more than it hurt. Whoever pounded my ass sure knew what he was doing, however, as he worked up a nice rhythm. He startled me, however, when he reached around to play with my cock and balls. No one ever touched my genitals.