John and Barbara were minor characters that appeared in another Literotica submission I wrote called “Sixty Seconds over Laura”. In that telling, they were pretty much glossy cartoon figures that showed up in a flashback and were there to provide some context to the depravity of the main story line. However something weird happened over time. Every time I re-read that story they seemed to get into my head and ask, maybe demand might be a better description, for their back stories to be fleshed out. Not an easy task… they were meant to be disposable characters and coming up with believable story lines that didn’t bog down in details wasn’t easy. What I’ve done is to rewrite the scene that they appeared in and do it from their perspective. And did my best to keep it interesting and at least, mildly lewd. Did I hit the mark?
1966
I met John in grammar school when we were 13. We both lived on the Upper West Side of Manhattan in apartments that were roughly the same size. The difference was that in my place, there were 3 of us (parents and myself) with a big living room, walk in closets and multiple bathrooms to use. John lived in a similar apartment a few blocks north but shared it with 25 to 30 room mates, mostly undocumented immigrants from the Caribbean and Central America.
For personal space, he still shared a bed with his mother, set off in a far corner of what would have been the living room. There were beds lining the entire perimeter of the room with each one hosting at least two or three people, occasionally an entire family. It was common for them to sleep in shifts with the parents holding down one or two jobs and the nights set aside for the kids to sleep so that they could be available to go to school the next day.
His father had left long before he was born. His mother, quite beautiful back in her day, had been worn down by years of scraping by cleaning other people’s houses. Turning tricks when things got really desperate. Staying a step ahead of immigration and relying on shamans and Santeria to take care of her declining health. Unfortunately, the votive candles, incantations and chicken blood didn’t have much effect on the glucose levels that were ravaging her body and now, diabetic with failing eyesight, she was more often trading sex for money just to keep food on the table.
There wasn’t much room for privacy. John learned about the birds and the bees from all the random fucking that went on in a place like that. In another, slightly different time line, all those bad influences might have conspired to steer him into joining a gang or becoming a drug addict and be lost to the world before he reached his twenties. Fortunately, he liked to read and found refuge at the library and classrooms of our grammar school. By the time he was 17, he was a straight A student and qualified for enough scholarships and financial aid to put himself through college.
1973
He met Barbara in his freshman year at City College. At a mixer for incoming freshmen she spotted him from clear across the room. Drawn to his finely chiseled features and the wavy jet black hair that framed his face, he was “pretty” she thought. So much so that she had to think for a moment to accurately gauge what gender he might be. Most days, it wouldn’t matter. She would have been fine with either but tonight, she was hungry to feel a big, hard cock inside her.
After some small talk to qualify him as the next notch on her bedpost, she took him by the hand and lead him into an empty bedroom. She’d been a shameless slut (or for you PC types, sexually adventurous) in high school. She’d done this enough times to know exactly what she was doing. For John though, this was going to be his first time with a woman. He was lucky that he matched with someone as experienced as Barbara. The bed was piled high with coats from all the guests. She swept them aside and fumbled to pull his cock out of his pants. Sucked him until he was hard. Pushed him down onto the bed and lowered herself onto his unexpectedly large cock.
At that point, his own sexual history had been entirely in service to older men. From as early as he could remember, sharing a bed with his mother meant a front row seat to the men who would come to visit her at night. Someone had thought to string up a clothesline around the room and hanging a bedsheet from it granted the residents just enough privacy from prying eyes to get on with the business of life. John had no idea what sex was of course so other than the annoyance of being rudely woken up from a sound sleep, the action was just something he watched unfold in discrete steps.
Men would show up, quietly draw the bedsheet aside and gently nudge his mother to wake her up. She would put their penises in her mouth. Sometimes they’d climb on top and rock their hips into her. On a good night there might be some giggling. Hushed moaning and heavy breathing. Then they’d give her some money, which she never failed to put under her pillow and quickly fade off to sleep. He noticed that on nights when this happened, she fell asleep faster and tended to wake up smiling and in a better mood. She needed the money of course but the truth was her life had been hard. She probably craved their attention just as much as the cash. Not sure which of the two made the bigger difference in making her happy.
When he was older he asked her about what it all meant but she hushed all his questions.
“I can’t tell you what you want to know when you won’t understand the answers…” was her usual reply.
Around the time he hit puberty he started to notice a change. Instead of getting annoyed at the noise and commotion of the disruptions of his mother’s visitors, his own cock started to take on a life of its own… it grew bigger and harder just like the ones on the men who came to see her. He began to be more and more fascinated with everything that went on until his mother, noticing that he wasn’t a child any more and a bit more flush with money, was able to pay enough to get John his own room.
She had the best of intentions of course but John alone in his own room meant that he was now open for visitors too. Instead of money, men would bring him little presents… baseballs, t-shirts, converse sneakers. He’d watched his own mother enough times to have an idea of what they wanted and was curious to try on his own. Like her, he was happy for the gifts and absent a father in his life, grateful for the attention they’d bring. This arrangement finally came to an end only when he started college and moved into a dorm.
Barbara, with her pale skin, ice blue eyes and hair cut to a spiky bob presented a brand new gender that he had no experience with. For him to be the one on his back as she used him to fuck herself to multiple orgasms was a dream come true. When he finally came, Barbara was shocked by the force and quantity of the semen spurting inside of her.
“How long have you been saving that up?” she asked breathless as she collapsed onto his chest, the fluids from her pussy spilling thoughtlessly onto someone’s fine leather coat.
The younger Barbara had been diligent about using condoms but the sheer amount of sex she was having started to reduce her sense of urgency. From using them every single time, to just the first few times, to occasionally, to now… mostly as an afterthought. If she was going to get pregnant she would have by now she thought. She hadn’t counted on John’s athletic sperm to do its job as well as it did. Almost nine months to the day, John and Barbara introduced Xavier into the world and their identity as a family was sealed.
1983
Their first 10 years together were close to perfect. Advanced degrees for both of them. Another child on the way. Making enough money to move into an upscale apartment and having enough room to take care of John’s mother who was now in the early stages of dementia. He was able to buy the drugstore that he’d worked at since he was a teen. By all accounts, an American dream come true. They turned out to be unexpectedly well matched. John was calm. Submissive by nature. Dedicated to doing whatever he could to make his wife happy. Barbara was passionate and fiery and even the occasional rages that would flare up with her started to fade as the idea of being happy as a family gave them a common cause to work towards.
In their first year together Barbara had secretly fucked a few guys on the side. They were mostly exes who showed up unexpectedly and maybe out of habit and some misguided sense of obligation, she went through the rituals of sucking, fucking and briefly reveling in the familiar feeling of being a whore. At some point she realized what she was doing could put everything in jeopardy and decided to be as faithful and honest as she could. Her wild oats were sown already.
Ironically, it was John who had a much harder time being faithful. He did have a lot to deal with. He’d just brought a business and was obsessing with the million details needed to keep it running. There was a son and another on the way now and determined not to repeat the neglect of his own experience, he was as attentive and devoted a father as he could be. But some part of him missed his early life when he was easily, openly sexually available for use. No one was as surprised as he was when he decided to revisit his old apartment. Most of the guys who had taken advantage of him when he was younger were still there. Older, fatter, slower but no less predatory.
This time though it was John that made the moves. There was a temporarily empty room and once word got out that John was back, his old lovers cued up to have a turn with him. When he was younger, it was always one on one. Now older and pressed for time, they came in groups of 2 or 3 and he was eager and happy to service them all. To suck their cocks, swallow their cum and lose himself in the bliss and mindless effort of being used.
When he got home that night, he collapsed into his chair and quickly fell asleep. Woke up to find Barbara glaring at him. Six months pregnant, her belly swollen and hard, she’d reached the waddling stage of getting around and was sensitive that her looks, her persona, once as a ravishing vixen was now reduced to a mom for the second time around.
“What’s her name?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Whoever you fucked today.”
“That’s crazy, why would you even think that?”
“You’ve been depressed and tense for months now. Tonight was the first time you actually smiled at me when you got home and passed out for a nap like a normal person. Look, I’m not sure if I’m even pissed off or just want to send her a thank you note but I know you did something today you don’t want to talk about.”
For the first time in a very long while he had this feeling that his world might fall apart any minute. He remembered that feeling well… it was like that almost every day growing up. He knew he’d broken her trust but found himself in an impossible place, wedged in between an arousal he couldn’t ignore and the woman who provided all the missing pieces to making his life complete.
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James Francis Spinelli was an only child. A product of a misbegotten marriage between two rabidly self absorbed narcissists. Other than obsessions with themselves or their careers, neither was particularly kind or available or generous with their time. Once the afterglow of a new baby had worn off, young James was promptly shuttled off to boarding schools. Later, a religious conversion on his mother’s part sent him to a seminary where he was fast tracked to becoming a priest. By the time he was 25, now Father Spinelli had accumulated an impressive collection of degrees in theology, social work and psychology. He was ecstatic to be in a job where he could apply what he’d learned but miserable that the same position relied so heavily on a faith he didn’t have or even understand. Like a lot of people, he had just kept on doing the same thing over and over without really thinking through where it was leading him.
At this point in his life, his parents were gone and the only friends and relations he had were those he’d accumulated through the church. He set his sights on quitting the priesthood but the prospect of starting from scratch… a new job, a new house, new friends, all to be started from absolute zero made him stop and consider if a move that drastic was really something he wanted.
Like a lot of people who stall in making important life decisions, this one was made for him. He was coaching a youth league basketball game when a tiny blob of calcified fat broke off from an artery and cut off the circulation to a key muscle in his heart. What started out as a perceived case of indigestion turned into a dull ache that spread to his jaw and chest and upper arm. Deprived of blood, his lungs couldn’t function properly and to the horrified look of the students, he turned blue, grabbed desperately at his chest and passed out on the spot.
Some people say that in near death experiences, there’s a light at the end of a tunnel. You get to feel the presence of god as a warm, enveloping glow that validates your life and welcomes you to the next one.
For James there was only blackness.
He woke up in an ER a few hours later. Some concerned looking nurses and doctors hovering over him through a forest of IV lines.
“Thought we were going to lose you there… you had a classic widow maker of a heart attack!”
If Saul had his epiphany on his way to Jerusalem, James had it in the ER of Roosevelt Hospital.
This is it he thought. No heaven or hell. No judgement. Just a few years to figure out what you wanted your life to be and get it right. Even the phrase the doctor used… “widow maker” gnawed at him. If he’d died there would have been no wife or lover left to mourn him.
“Am I going to be OK?”
“I think so. You’ve come through the worst of it. There’s a bit of damage to your heart tissue but a better diet and some exercise should set you straight.”
For the moment his rehabilitation and recovery edged out any ideas he had about striking out on his own. In between doctor visits and the now limited duties as a parish priest, he determined to live a life that was more authentic. Sex was on the agenda now. He was still a virgin, barely even had any experience with masturbation. In spite of all the letters from the degrees that decorated his name, he had the sexual sophistication of someone who had just hit puberty.
Adolescents have a chance to embrace their sexuality in opportunistic bits and pieces. They take what they can when they can get it. As a 25 year old virgin, Jim had a lot of ground to cover. His virginity disappeared in an afternoon with a hooker he met on 8th Avenue. Nervous and fumbling, she was kind enough to take charge and patiently show what to do. In exchange, he kept her employed all night and through the next day and paid her accordingly.
“I think I’m going to take the rest of the week off after this…” were her parting words.
The very next week, he found a bath house through the Village Voice. It didn’t matter that it was gay… at this point, he craved physical human contact… gender was almost an afterthought.
Without any prohibitions limiting his behavior, he had the time of his life having sex with anyone who might be the least bit interested in him. On one level this was just the fullest expression of a long suppressed lust. Maybe more than that, it was pure research. His own exploration of a basic part of the human experience that had alway been denied to him. Of course he knew the mechanics of sex. The names of the body parts. Stages of arousal. A textbook overview of how everything worked. The reality was something else altogether. No textbook could explain the extra dimensions of attraction. Dominance and submission. Tease and denial. Lust.
With women, he assumed he was supposed to be in charge, impose his desire onto a willing partner. When men were involved, it was much more fluid. Almost a negotiation to determine who would be the top and bottom. He became aware that often, arousal came from nuances that lived only in his head and had little to do with actual sex.
On one occasion he was drowsily falling asleep in a steam room. He’d lost count of how many times and people he’d had sex with and was thinking of calling it a day with a shower and a dinner out when one of his regular partners showed up. Jim started to wave him off and explain he was tired but almost as a joke, his friend just stuck his cock in his mouth in mid sentence. In a few moments, half a dozen other guys had joined in and Jim was reduced to a mindless cum bucket as each of them had a turn fucking him and letting him suck their cocks. Initially he’d had a thought to struggle and fight back but somehow with the intensity of the attention and stimulation, he was hard all over again and found his helpless submission to be more arousing than anything he’d ever experienced.
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John went to see Father Spinelli as a last resort. He’d been back to his old apartment a number of times and Barbara seemed to know instinctually, every time he did.
He was a troubled parishioner seeing his priest for counseling. There was a crucifix on the wall and a framed photo of the pope. Light streaming through faux stained glass windows. If it looked like a common scene, nothing about it was ordinary.
“My wife thinks I’m having an affair. The truth is I think I might be gay… I can’t seem to stop myself from going back. Every time I do, I’m helpless to resist.”
Father Spinelli knew John very well. He’d been his pastor growing up and knew what it was like for him and what he had to do to claw his way out of his circumstances.
“I’m going to ask a stupid question… do you love your wife? I mean are you still attracted to her sexually?”
“Of course… Barbara is…”
Spinelli interrupted, “Do you still want to fuck her?”
The directness shocked him. “Well yes, we’re great together.”
“So maybe you’re bisexual and not gay? You might as well apologize for having brown eyes instead of blue.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“What I’m saying is, you’re as guilty as someone who likes chocolate more than vanilla. For whatever reasons, we have preferences. It would be insane to think that everyone’s would be the same.”
“But our relationship? Where does that leave me with my wife?”
“Why don’t you tell her what you want? She may have a secret life too. There may even be an overlap between the the deep dark fantasies she has and yours. In any event, life is short and long before it’s over, sex will stop being a concern. But your bond, your relationship can last forever if you can just figure out how to do it right.”
“This isn’t what I was expecting from a priest.”
“I’m talking to you as a friend. To hell with all that other nonsense. If you want, I’d be happy to talk to Barbara too.”
It was a week later when he came to dinner at their apartment. Barbara was late getting in from work, the full size of her belly obvious even from under her overcoat. Father James or Jim as he now liked to be called, was already there when she got home. Profusely apologizing as she walked through the door, Jim was about to hand her a martini but noticing her baby bump he thought better of it and just helped ease her out of her coat.
“I didn’t realize you were expecting… congratulations! That’s great news.
John beamed a proud smile as he left the room to put together some appetizers.
She waited until he was out of earshot. “I think I know what he’s been doing.” she said unexpectedly.
“At first, I thought he was seeing someone else but that didn’t make sense… he’s actually pretty shy and I know a little bit about what it was like for him growing up. When I asked him if he was gay he couldn’t so much as look at me.”
“We might be getting ahead of ourselves here. Very few people are completely gay or straight. Stop me if I’m wrong but if I had to guess, you’ve had some experiences with women, no?”
“I just want to know where I stand. We’ve got one kid and I’m about ready to deliver another. I just need to know that when I wake up tomorrow or next week, I’ll still have a husband.”
“Well the good news is that he’s crazy about you. He came to see me because his relationship to you means everything to him.”
“But if he’s gay…”
“Stop! Just stop with the labels. Sex is complicated. People aren’t meant to fall into neat categories. Oh, and by the way… I’m not here as your priest. Or your therapist. Or anything of the sort. What I’ve been telling everyone and now I’ll tell you is that I almost died last year. The one thing I took away from that is that life is short. For better or worse, this is it. It’s not a dress rehearsal. You guys are perfect for each other regardless of what bullshit labels you’re fretting over.”
This was getting too serious much too quickly. He needed to divert things to a less dire place. He asked if he could feel her belly. What happened next depends on who’s telling the story. As time goes by there seem to be ever more variations on a theme. Even if there there was surveillance video available, that might tell a different story depending on what angle it was viewed from.
Jim reached over to put a gentle hand on Barbara’s very pregnant belly. In one telling, she lifted her blouse up and placed his hand on her bare skin. In another, the buttons on the lower part of her blouse were undone and the two sides parted like a curtain. In any event, Jim’s hand was in contact with the bare skin of her stomach. It was an unexpectedly electric sensation for both of them.
Here things start to differ. Did Barbara pivot her hips and pelvis to force her pussy into his hand? Or did his hand get drawn there, pulled in by some unseen magnetic attraction? Even a video camera couldn’t say for sure. Whatever the cause he couldn’t resist the sensation of his hand on her pussy. Feeling the outlines of her vulva and clit, her warm wetness breathing right through her lycra tights. Far from being repulsed, Barbara needed this. She was slightly astounded that swollen and distended as she felt she was, that anyone could still find her attractive.
Her husband chose that moment to walk back in the room with a tray full of appetizers.
I’m sure it didn’t happen this way but their collective memory is that three of them stood there motionless, like characters in a gothic painting, for what seemed like forever. Jim rubbing Barbara’s pregnant cunt full force as her husband stood by and watched, still holding that stupid tray, unable to speak or move or do anything else.
In reality, John put the tray on the coffee table and stepped back to confirm what he was seeing.
Starting to panic, Barbara told him, “Wait… I’m sorry… Please don’t freak out, I actually…”
In a completely cold blooded voice, he interrupted her and said, “No, it’s OK. Don’t stop.”
Of course he would have been completely justified if he’d gotten angry. Furious. Thrown them out. Called them every filthy name in the book. But then his marriage probably would have been over. That impossible family that they both struggled for so long to put together would be gone. In some ways, his whole life had been leading up to this. Far from being estranged, his only feeling was a desperate need to be included.
To everyones utter amazement, he knelt down next to the two of them and threw his arms around them. Barbara was moved to tears. She knew he loved her but never would have imagined devotion like this. Feeling more than a bit guilty, Jim caressed John’s face and ran his fingers through his hair, not quite sure of the sequence of events that had gotten them here.
John had fantasized and masturbated to dreams about exactly this. To be of service to his pregnant wife and her lover. When it finally happened, he couldn’t believe the miracle that something long hidden so deep inside his head could actually be a reality.
He reached over to unzip Jim’s jeans and pulled out his cock. This was how it happened in his dream too. Him on knees, sucking his cock as his pregnant wife made out with him. There was no hesitation or second thoughts. This is was what he was meant for.
“Help your wife out of her clothes.”
It had been a while since she’d stripped for anyone but her husband. She vaguely remembered the rush of what being naked with some one for the first time was like.
John slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop to the floor. Her belly was breathtakingly beautiful. Big and round and without the barest hint of a stretch mark. A million years of evolution programmed men to respond to this. Just to see a pregnant woman automatically fires off an alchemy of hormones that inspire love and protection and lust.
Barbara reached around to unhook her bra, revealing her nipples, impossibly dark, hard and erect. Jim looked at Barbara as her husband was lost in the feeling of his mouth full of cock.
Jim whispered to her… “This… THIS is what you’re afraid of. But I think I know you. Tell me you don’t love watching him do this. Why don’t you help him. Jerk me off into his mouth. Be as much of a slut as he is.”
Jim grabbed John by the hair on the back of his neck and lifted his head off his cock.
John paused for a second, his open mouth suspended over Jim’s throbbing cock. Barbara nuzzled next to him. She flashed a filthy smile as she wrapped her hands around the base of his cock and slowly started to stroke him into her husbands mouth.
She joined him as they both took turns sucking his cock, passing it back and forth between their mouths until he was as hard and big and throbbing as he was going to get.
Common ground. Sacred space. Fuck what you learned in school. Anyone who wants to spend their lives together better find some common spaces to share. For John and Barbara, that space would be celebrating her life as a whore and his as her cock sucking cuckold.”
John came up for air and stepped back to take in the sight. Jim on his back, looking a bit silly with his legs up. His wife naked, luminous and six months pregnant, devotedly licking his asshole with her her tongue. For most men, this would have been a scene straight out of hell. For John, he couldn’t have been prouder.
When Jim finally exploded into their waiting mouths, the two of them made sure to lick up every last drop.
2000
A few years after his heart attack and after enough time had passed that his health was no longer a daily concern, Jim rented a small apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. Nominally he was still a member of the church and might have long been drummed out if not for his value as an in-house therapist for all the priests and nuns who seemed to be despairing and losing their minds in ever larger numbers. His superiors seemed to realize the value of his contributions and left him a wide berth in terms of the restrictions he had to live under.
The three of them carved out rituals that might have seemed mad to others but worked perfectly well for them.
Barbara and John might come over on a Friday night. Jim would cook something while the three of them polished off a few martinis and some weed. Their roles were well understood. Barbara was a whore to be used as they, the men saw fit. Most times John was a submissive cuck, honored to offer his wife to be fucked. Jim had the interesting position of pushing everyone’s limits but also imposing a layer of sanity. If they were going to explore their boundaries of depravity, they were going to be safe and sane as well.
One weekend, it may have been Barbara’s birthday, Jim intimated that he had a surprise in store.
Later on that night, after dinner, there was a knock on the door. Jim introduced the two guys that came in as Sean and Kevin. They seemed be in their very early 20s. Without saying a word, everyone knew what was in store. Still, the two of them were young and too shy to initiate anything.
Jim reached up into Barb’s sweater and started to massage her breasts.
“I hope you guys had a good breakfast. I think you’ve got your work cut out for you today. John, she’s your wife, I’ll leave it to you to get things started.”
John had learned to live for moments like this. So much potential. Another chance to push limits and explore their deepest desires. He didn’t waste a moment. Forcing himself to slow dow as he undressed her just to savor the sheer decadence, he stopped when he got to her panties. Something about leaving just a fragment of her clothes on that made her seem more naked than naked.
She strutted around the apartment, a beautiful whore looking like something between a beauty queen and a slave on the auction block, relishing the visible effect she was having on the boys. Sean beckoned her over and had her sit on his lap. He rubbed her pussy right through the fabric of her panties. Barbara spread her legs as Sean started to jerk her off in front of a rapt audience of Jim and John and Kevin.
“C’mon Kevin… get in there. Rude to keep a lady waiting.”
It’s not like the three of them had never done anything like this before. The last few years were full of depravities of every description but tonight was different. Jim had put a lot of thought into figuring out where John and Barbara’s limits were and fine tuning his plans to straddle that fine line between arousal and disgust. Odd fact about human nature, sex is most intense when it’s around or just past your limits. Tonight everyone was looking forward to that.
Barbara positioned herself on Sean’s leg, enough to give her enough room to fish out his already hard cock and start to jerk him off. She could barely fit her hand around it and every stroke amplified her desire to feel it inside her.
Sean’s cock still in her hand she looked at her husband. “John… you’re being rude. Would you help our guest?”
He wasn’t sure if this was OK. A brief look from Jim told him to go for it.
Sean’s cock wasn’t the biggest he’d seen but it was perfect. Long and thick and straight. With his wife’s help, he managed to get it into his mouth. Kevin slipped a finger into her butt crack as Sean pulled her apart.
“Lick her asshole… get her ready to get fucked.”
On his knees, sucking some strangers cock and licking his wife open asshole. He loved this. This was what he was meant for. In a million years he’d never be able to put into words the fact that this is what he wanted but somehow… the magic chemistry with Jim and his wife was making his dreams come true.
Barbara ran her fingers through his hair as Sean’s cock filled his mouth. A small gesture but it made his own cock snap to attention and start to ooze precum.
Very matter of factly, Jim asked, “Who’s going to fuck her first? Kevin… get in there. Stop being a wallflower.”
Barbara leaned back into her husband’s arms, spread her legs wide and waited for Kevin to fumble out of his jeans and get to work.
In almost a whisper, she looked at her husband. “Is this ok sweetie? You like watching me getting fucked right?”
She knew the answer of course but somehow, that ritual of asking every time never failed to drive her husband slightly mad with lust.
Kevin made his way over. He was still only semi erect when without hesitation, John took him into his mouth, bobbed his head a few times and felt him quickly grow hard. Kevin was pretty average sized but when he entered her, his arousal made him fuck her faster than he’d meant to… the sudden thrust making her let out an audible gasp. The effect wasn’t lost on the other guys in the room. Everyone started to jerk off on her except for her husband who made his way from Jim to Sean and interrupting Kevin fucking his wife, sucked his cock as well. It didn’t take long for Kevin to cum. He pulled his cock out hoping to head off a premature orgasm but wound up losing control, spurting his seed onto her face and chest and stomach.
Sean was lined up next. John gently grabbed his cock and threaded him into his wife’s waiting cunt. He was bigger and thoughtful enough to start with short, little strokes. He briefly pulled it out and rubbed it on Barbara’s clit and outside of her pussy, finally fucking John’s face for a few strokes before plunging it back in, this time burying it as far as it would go.
Barbara was in slut heaven. She let herself fantasize about what to expect in the next few minutes. Of course she was going to suck all their cocks. Get familiar with the size, the taste, the texture of each one until she could tell them apart with her eyes closed. Maybe if she asked nicely she could lick their assholes too. Whatever it took to make them moan and let her feel like a whore. Then they’d take turns fucking her. Each one stretching her out and loosening her pussy and asshole until their cocks filled her completely. What could possibly feel better than a hard cock in her asshole, buried to the hilt. Or what it felt like to have their hot jism to flood her insides and then drip out. Was that her favorite part? To spread her legs wide and get to show the guys the magnificent sight of their combined cum oozing out of her?
If there was a thought balloon floating over he head it would have said, “You wanted a whore, how’s this guys? Who’s going to fuck me next?”
And of course, there was John, her husband and love of her life. She’d discovered early on that his arousal was completely intertwined with hers. The raunchier, edgier, more depraved she got the more he seemed to love it until with everyone exhausted and spent it was left to him to clean her up. Lick her swollen and cum filled pussy until she was spotless and able to gently bring her back down to earth.
Meanwhile she was having an awesome time fucking the boys. It had been a while since she’d had such young hard cocks all to herself. They were pretty good at keeping up with her. She may have shocked them with her desire to be fucked by both at the same time. She would have preferred to have Kevin, with his average size cock in her ass but Sean had already started pushing his way in. Once he got in just a bit, there was no going back… she wanted all of him.
A few hours of Sean and Kevin fucking her in every hole and she was covered in a crusty glaze of cum from her hair to her face down to her thighs. Jim and her husband sat back on the couch to take in the show, jerking off and occasionally stroking each others cocks. She loved being a slut for her husband. Just fucking was great of course but fucking with him as an audience, acting as his personal whore, daring her to push her limits ever farther, took the experience off the charts.
It was around 3 am when they all passed out into a deep sleep, the silence broken only by the heavy breathing and snoring of the guys. In her dreams though, Barbara was still getting fucked. The sensation of all those cocks entering and ravaging every hole in her body continued to reverberate as she slept and felt just as real as when she was awake. The taste of cum still coated her mouth and there was more available if she just reached down to her pussy and licked some of the endless stream of semen that was pouring out of her. When she woke up she felt desperate and insatiable. She needed to start over. To get fucked again but the boys were deep in that state of sleep that happens to men after sex. She’d worn them out.
She started to jerk off, rubbing her pussy as hard as she could, hoping the motion would wake up any of the guys and give her the fucking she needed and deserved. Nothing was holding her back, burying two fingers in her asshole as she rubbed her clit, she started to moan like a cat in heat, loud enough to wake the dead and finally, even the guys sharing her bed.
Sean’s eyes opened wide as her took in the sight of Barbara lost in rabid heat. How many times had they fucked? Five, six…? and that was only him. He really did want to fuck her again… her arousal was viral, spreading to him and all the other guys who were now waking up.
“I’d love to… I really would but I think I’m running on empty. I’ve got nothing left.”
Barbara barely missed a stroke. “Please… for me. I really need your cock right now.”
A shoulder shrug was all he could manage.
Barbara waved her husband over. Of everyone in the room he was the only one who hadn’t gotten to fuck her but had cum over and over as he jerked himself off as he fluffed the cocks of the guys waiting to service his wife.
“I think they might need your help…”
She didn’t have to ask twice. He herded Sean and Kevin to stand next to each other and knelt in front of them. John was a quick study and already knew what each of them liked. As he sucked their cocks he was flush with a feeling of pride that his wife would be so excited at the sight. What could be better he thought? His beautiful and insatiable wife aroused and rubbing her pussy as he filled his mouth with the cum covered cocks of the guys who’d already spent the night fucking her.
It was Sean who was ready first. Barbara leaned back into Johns arms. He held her legs spread as far apart as he could. Streams of cum pouring out of her pussy as Sean threaded his cock into her again. Unexpectedly aroused by having her husband suck his cock to get ready to fuck his wife he was doubled over by the sight of her legs spread so far wide. He buried the whole length of his dick as deep as he could. Barbara let out a moan of relief, this was what she needed. Kevin decided not to wait his turn to fuck her and fed his cock into her open mouth.
Jim was a few feet away, watching and jerking off at the sight, a bit amazed at how well everything was going.
Unfortunately you can’t freeze time. That perfect combination of Barbara with her mouth and pussy filled as she leaned back, cradled in her husbands arms as he whispered what a slut she was. What a beautiful whore. How much he loved her. How perfect she looked with her face covered in cum. All that was like the finale of a fireworks display, exploding brilliant into a night sky and then fading slowly back down to earth.
Sean pulled out and with Kevin, started to jerk off into her open mouth. Unable to stand by any longer, Jim rushed over, adding to the flood of cum covering her ecstatic face.
The sun was starting to come up. The room smelled like cock and cum and pussy.
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One day, years after all their depraved engagements had come to an end, Sean was walking down Broadway and felt a scratch in his throat. He stopped into a drug store to pick up some cough drops and was idly waiting in line for the register when he looked up to see a familiar face.
He could barely recognize her. Her reading glasses perched at the end of her nose. A mom sweater draped over her shoulders to shield her from the AC. He could barely recall ever seeing her with clothes on but it was the soft curve of her hips and the crystal, blue of her eyes that gave her away. The same eyes that opened wide as saucers as she realized who he was.
Before he could say anything she flashed him a knowing smile put a finger to her lips to shhh him into silence. Her husband, working in the pharmacy a few feet away alerted to the sudden quiet. No rustling of bags or ringing of cash registers, he came over to see what was going on.
“Sean!” No readily available thought process could explain why he might be here.
John had a momentary paranoid thought that this might be the start of an extortion or blackmail attempt but Sean just flashed a goofy smile, raised his hand and pointed to the box of Cherry Flavored Ludens. It was like running into a best friend in a foreign country. For a few moments at least, they could let the force of their memories wash over them.