Josh gripped the steering wheel tightly as he turned into the driveway home. It wasn't that he minded the fact that his lovely wife, Emily, had a lover. Hardly. Since Emily had come out about George life had started to go a lot smoother. It was just that he had never imagined that they would one day share that lover. Or rather — as the case turned out to be — that the lover would share them.
Josh parked the garage. He saw George's car by the street. The slim convertible shined in the evening light. George always said that cars were like bitches. If you treated them right and gave them plenty of attention, they purred all night. Josh had never ridden in George's car before. But he believed that it would purr like no other.
He entered his house and put his briefcase down by their kitchen table. On it, he read a small note in his wifes neat handwriting:
"Josh, we're up in the bedroom. Don't keep us waiting. — Emily"
He tossed it in the trashcan and listened for the sound of fucking upstairs. He could barely hear it. They must be just getting started. He rolled his eyes. He definitely didn't want to miss too much of it. As non-plussed as Josh was about his wife's lover, he had to admit that it was working our great for them. After three years of a rocky start to their marriage, their life had gotten back on track. They laughed, and talked like they were first dating. They loved each other like newly weds. And after three years of terrible and tragic sex, their lovemaking was passionate... if unusual.
Josh sighed and walked up the thin flight of stairs that led to their bedroom. He opened the bedroom door and looked inside. Emil and George were on the bed. Emily was naked. George's pants were bunched up around his legs. Her hands were stroking his cock. Josh stared.
His wife was lovely. Not quite gorgeous, but far from plain. With dark auburn hair, a tight, angular face, and ruby red lips there was nothing more exciting to him then seeing that mouth bob up and down a cock. Even if it wasn't his own. The rest of her body thrilled him in far more ways. Healthily thin, with well proportioned curves, he wanted nothing more then to lick his way over his wife's smooth skin and please her in any way he was asked.
And the man who would ask him too, was brutishly handsome, Josh had to admit. George's arms rippled with muscles. His chest was tight and tanned. And his cock was as long as Josh's hand and more then thick enough to bring his wife over the edge of orgasm again, and again, and again. But the thing that set Josh's heart racing when he saw his wife's lovers were his dark, nearly jet-black eyes. One look from those eyes had Josh on his knees, wanting to please. With the second, he could loose himself in anything.
"I'm glad you could join us," Emily purred. Josh glanced at her. His heart pounded. "I've been waiting so long to watch you suck George's cocks. You wouldn't want to keep us waiting, would you?"
Josh looked at Gorge's grinning face. His heart pounded. His cock strained against the edges of his pants. The muscular man's calm voice flowed over his thoughts. "Don't mind your wife, Josh, she's been getting this way all week. I think she's forgetting her place in this affair."
Emily's hand stopped stroking George's shaft. She turned to face him. "That's not the case," she said quickly, "I was just reminding my husband's of his." George let out a hallow laugh.
"Not the case, well let me remind you anyways" he moved quickly and tossed her onto the bed, his hips, coming quickly to straddle her face. Josh saw the man's back ripple with muscles, and let out a shudder. Emily let out a short squeak, her lips wrapped around George's cock.
"Which is why," George continued, "You're going to have no power at all. Bitch."
The last word, sent a shiver though Josh's spine. It reminded that his place — and his wife's place was underneath him.
"Now that we've had this nice, lovely talk," George continued his hips thrusting in and out of Emily's throat, "why don't you change while I remind your wife. That's a good bitch, isn't it?"
Josh walked into his closet and slipped off his work clothes. He hung his slacks and shirts up in the closet and tossed his socks and underweear into the basket. His cock was hard. He looked on the small dresser his wife shared. On it was a large, purple, lace nightie. He slipped it over his head and looked in the full length mirror. He almost laughed. He wouldn't fool any one. Though his smooth (and recently hairless) legs, might give someone a pause that he might be a gal, one look at his face, and the perpetual five-o'clock shadow would dismiss that notion.
Even so, George liked seeing him dolled up in woman's clothes. And Josh had to admit. He saw the appeal. Even now his cock strained against the tight fabric, as he remembered his place beneath his wife's lover.
Josh walked back into the bedroom. His hips swayed as he walked back and leaned against the wall. He smiled as he watched Geoerge's hips fuck his wife's mouth. The coners of her lips were up turned into a small smile. She loved these little punishments, Josh knew. Playing with the bounderies of their relationships, and the bonds of control that George had over them both. The muscular man pulled out of her. He looked Josh up and down and sat down on the bed.
Josh's eyes immediately went to the man's hard cock, glistening with his wife's saliva.
"Good job, Bitch," George addressed him. "Would you like the same punishment I gave your wife?"
Josh looked down and said nothing.
"What's that, bitch," George addressed him again. "I couldn't hear you."
"Yes I would." Josh responded slowly. His legs quivered as he knelt down in front of his wife's lovers and lowered his lips down around his cock.
Three month earlier, Josh sat down with his wife at their kitchen table. His eyes were red and puffy. Hers were swollen. They had both been crying.
"Why did you never tell me?" he asked.
"I didn't think you would understand." Emily replied quietly. She looked away. Her hands plaid with the folds of her white linen dress.
"I'm not sure I do." Josh replied slowly and looked into her wife's eyes. "I love you, Emily, more than anything else in the world. I would give my life for you in a heart beat."
"As would I," she responded, her voice quivering. "It's just that..." Her voice drifted off to silence.
"I've never been the lover you have wanted," Josh finished for her. The words stung in his throat. Just a little. Emily nodded. "I know that," he continued. "I've always known that I was never able to take you in the ways you wanted. I'm not that big" — he held up his hand to her rebuttal — "or that strong. But I love you. And even if we will not be together, I want to be with you."
"As do I," Emily replied. She voiced her unanswered concern, "but?"
"But, I have needs of my own. Desires of my own. But I don't want to sleep with another woman. There has never been another girl who has caught my eye since we first met that I have been remotely interested in. And if you give your body to him, what's left for me?"
Emily took in a deep breath and looked away. "We don't want you to find someone else," she said slowly, "we want you to join us?"
Josh looked at her. His mouth was agape. It was true — his wife and him both knew it — that he had a history with other men. It was true that they had similar tastes in guys. Guys who could fuck, hard fast and furious. But his wife's lover. That was just too fucked up. He pressed his fingers against his palms and took in a deep breath.
At the edge of his disgust for the situation he saw the appeal of it. Someone who could light the spark of love back into both of them. Someone who they both could use to fulfill their needs that they could not get from each other. Someone... like her lover.
"Okay," he whispered. "But not him. Let's find someone together."
"Okay" Emily echoed. They looked at each other. Josh pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her. "I love you," she whispered.
"Look at him go," George said to Emily. His firm hands stroked Josh's short crop of hair. "The dress looks great on him."
"I know," Emily replied playfully, "It makes him look like a high class bitch. Perfect for sucking cock."
A high class bitch," George laughed and thrust his cock into Josh's mouth faster. "I never thought of it that way." He ruffled Josh's hair and asked him "what do you think about that? Feel like a high class bitch."
Josh's face burned as he kept slurped down their lover's cock. He did. Oh god he did. Josh took his entire cock into his mouth and held it there. HE revealed int he feeling of seven inches of muscle filling his body. He let it out took in a deep breath, and went down on him again. Again. Seven inches of pure domination. Again. Seven inches that he would never have.
"Emily, please fix us dinner. Josh just came home from work, I bet he's hungry for more than just cock."
Josh nodded his approval. His stomach growled. He heard Emily get up and walk out of the bedroom.
"God, your wife's hot."George taunted. "I would love to see her fix you dinner naked. You ever seen her do that? I thought not. Twist those tits, slap that ass, and fuck her while she's cooking over the stove."
George ground Josh's head into his cock. Josh grunted and took in his entire length.
"So bitch," George continued, grunting, "I wanted to let you know what is in store for later tonight. After your wife fixes us up a meal, I'm going to fuck her in front of you at the kitchen table. I want you to watch her get fucked while you eat. I want you to hear her moans of pleasure with each bite you take. I want you to remember just how much she enjoys getting fucked by this cock. And how much less of a man you are."
Josh quivered, his cock was rock hard against his thigh. He couldn't focus on anything besides George's cock and his taunting voice.
"And then I'm going to fuck your wife's ass."
Josh gaped and stopped sucking for a moment. George laughed and rammed his head back down his cock. Again. And again. "Keep sucking bitch. You heard my right. Tonights the night I'm going to fuck your previous darling's virgin ass. I got yours last week didn't I? Only fair to give her a shot tonight too. She doesn't know. Don't tell her. But after you are done eating and we come back up here, I'm planning to spread her out on the bed, open up those wide cheeks of her and show just how much fun you had last week. And only after I'm done am I going to let you suck your dick."
George grunted. Josh went deeper and deeper with each stroke. He tasted the salty precum. He felt the cock tense and his legs quiver. Cum filled hit the back of his throat. Josh swallowed and liked the length of George's cock. He relaxed his head against George's thigh, suddenly spent. Images of his wife flowed through his mind. Naked. On his kitchen table. With a stranger's cock inside of her. His cock throbbed.
"Oh Emily," he whispered, "just how, oh how did we get here?"