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I was mesmerized by the sight, and at first didn't hear The Stud when he addressed me.

'Hey asshole, I said go get some gel. Move it.'

His loud command snapped me to attention, and I jumped up without even considering what I was being told to do. I had to hold my pants up with one hand as I left the room, then realized how silly that was and removed them once I reached the kitchen area. My hard cock now swung freely as I moved down the hall.

I had heard her cries from the bedroom and when I returned with a tube of lubricant, I found my wife coming down from yet another orgasm. Watching her grinding against his hard dick, I foolishly stood and awaited instructions, as if I couldn't figure out what was expected.

'Get her ready. You don't want your whore of a wife butt-fucked dry.'

Sitting on the love seat, I had been admiring my wife's beautiful pink asshole, spread wide as she straddled The Stud and rode his cock. It was an erotic sight, and I had been thinking how bad I wanted to run a tongue in her ass while The Stud fucked her. It never occurred to me that he had plans for her ass, and I hesitated.

As far as I knew, no one but me had ever taken her anally, and while we were more prolific in our younger days, in recent years it had not been a common occurrence. I really wasn't that sure I wanted this to happen, perhaps thinking subliminally that I wanted to preserve something of her that was for me only. But my hard cock suggested otherwise, and when he snapped at me again, I quickly dropped down beside them.

'What are you waiting on? Let's go. Can't you see how bad she wants it.'

It would become apparent that there was truth in his words. As far as I could tell, she had not shown any reaction to his words about butt-fucking her. Either she was so taken with her sexual bliss that she had zoned him out, or she heard his words and had no objections. I squeezed a generous amount of lube in my hand, and noticed it was shaking as I reached for her behind.

She jumped when the cold gel hit her asshole, but then eagerly pressed back against my fingers as I rubbed it into her. I was more than a little surprised by her reaction since she was normally a slow starter when it came to anal stimulation. But not today, and her body language left no doubt of her joy when I slipped one, then two fingers, up her tight asshole, where her own fingers had been a short time before.

I had to admit it was an intensely sexual experience to be greasing up my wife's ass for another man's cock. I held my hand steady and watched in amazement as my wife slid back and forth, letting the cock slide in and out of her pussy, and my two fingers in and out of her ass. She wanted it, and I didn't have to move, nor did I want to. But The Stud had other ideas.

'This ain't for you asshole. Go sit back down.'

I did as commanded without question, knowing full well I was acting the cuckold and not minding the role at all. My wife's ass glistened from the gel, her asshole opened up some by my fingers. She leaned in and kissed The Stud, then spoke for the first time in a while.

'What are you going to do to me?' It was a seductive, coquettish voice, laced with expectation.

'No more than I'm doing right now.'

She paused perceptibly. 'But my ass?'

He laughed. 'My little whore seems disappointed.'

When she didn't respond, he asked, 'what did the whore want?' She was obviously looking at him, but only he could see her face. 'Come on, tell me.'

Her voice was barely a whisper. 'I wanted to feel your magnificent cock up my ass.'

'You'd give up your ass to me?'

'Yes. I'm your whore. I'll give you anything you want.' He lifted his head, looking past her right at me, enjoying his dominance of my wife in my presence.

Without looking away from me, he asked, 'So you're mine to do with as I please?'

'Yes.'

'What if I ask you to fuck my friends?'

'Yes. I've already sucked one off like the whore you want, haven't I?' She was sounding frustrated, and turned on at the same time. He was enjoying the torture, holding her still on his cock with hands on her hips.

'You like being my whore, don't you?'

'Yes. I love being a whore for you.' She meant it, and it stung a little, despite how turned on I was by her depravity. She knew both Mike and I were listening, and didn't care.

'What if I make you dance naked at a frat party?'

She hesitated. 'OK'

'What if I ask you to fuck my girlfriend?'

She hesitated again. 'OK. Yes.'

'You'd lick her pussy for me?'

The hesitation was gone. 'Yes. Yes, I'll lick her pussy.'

'You don't even know who she is, or what she looks like.'

'I don't care. I'll do whatever you ask.'

'Look at your wimp husband, and tell him that'

She was trying to grind her pussy on him, but he still had her pinned down on his cock. Her movement stopped at his words. She looked at him for a moment, then turned and looked back over her right shoulder, past Mike's hard cock to me. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were glazed. I could see no sorrow in her face as she spoke, her eyes dropping to my hand wrapped around my cock. But her words were compassionately delivered in a soft voice.

'I can't help it. I want to be his whore. I want to do whatever he commands, as long as I get this huge cock. I can't help it. I really can't.' She sounded so pitiful, so unlike the commanding woman I had come to know in the past months.

The Stud wasn't satisfied. 'Tell him what you'll do.'

This time her voice was more determined as she swung back my way. 'I'll fuck his friends. I'll be a party toy. I'll suck pussy. Whatever he wants, I'll do.'

She turned back to him and he seemed pleased. 'But right now you want your ass fucked, is that right?' I was astounded as he made her beg for a butt fucking.

'Yes. Please fuck me in the ass. Please.'

He stretched and reached his hands around her hips so the index finger on each settled at her asshole. She slid forward on his cock with a moan, offering him better access. He probed her ass as he spoke.

'I owe Mike a favor, so he gets your ass first. That's about as good a friend as I can be, and should settle the score. You agree with that Mike?'

He stood up, cock in hand. His voice cracked when he spoke. 'Yes.'

The Stud was addressing my wife again. 'That OK with the whore?' He was looking at her intently. This was her first test.

'Yes. Yes. Let Mike fuck my ass.' Once again she was trying to grind against his cock and fingers.

'There you go Mike. Sounds like she wants you.'

Mike quickly knelt behind her, his knees on either side of The Stud's outstretched legs. My wife suddenly froze and lay flat against The Stud, breathing heavily, probably realizing for the first time that she was about to have a cock in her pussy and one in her ass simultaneously. The Stud locked his arms around her, pinning her in place.

From where I sat, my view was blocked by Mike's back. I shifted to the couch, bringing a chuckle from both guys.

'Looks like wimp husband wants to see the show.'

My wife turned her head my way and locked eyes with me as Mike lined up his cock with her asshole. I smiled weakly at her, turned on beyond belief, but saddened at the same time. Our love was strong, and I didn't expect it to change, but she had yielded willingly to The Stud, and promised to be his whore. It would take some time to see where this was headed, but for now her pleasure was plain to see and I wasn't about to disrupt it in any way. I doubted if I ever would.

Her eyes went closed when Mike started applying pressure, and I could see she was biting her bottom lip. It was a seductive sight, a pensive look on her face, her naked form pinned against The Stud, her breasts flattened out to the side, her pussy impaled on his hard cock, as his friend started easing his cock into her ass. I slid to the left for a better view, eager to enjoy the show despite any misgivings I may have.

Mike was knowledgeable enough to go slow, and rubbed his thick cock-head all around as he pressed against her.

'What do you think, man?'

'She's tight. I have to go slow.' There was excitement in his voice.

'No rush.'

Mike pulled away, scooped up the tube of lubricant, and applied a generous portion to his cock head. Then coming right back to her ass, he stepped up the pressure, holding her hips in either hand once he got his cock lined up. I could see her ass indent, then saw his glans start to slip past her sphincter. And then he was in, and a sharp gasp slipped from her lips.

Her face was twisted with tension, but she was not pushing against the bonds formed by The Stud's arms at all. Instead she was lying still, accepting her fate. Slowly Mike pushed in, and inch-by-inch his thick cock disappeared inside her bowels.

She was now breathing deeply, trying to regulate her body's reaction to the intrusion. While Mike's cock wasn't nearly as long as The Stud's, it was thick, and I could hardly imagine how full she must feel with one huge cock up her pussy, and another thick one in her ass. Mike eased back out, then in, repeating the process at an easy pace as he worked deeper into her ass. By the time he was all the way in, she had visibly relaxed, adapting quickly. Mike used his hands to pull her back, so that she totally consumed both cocks, then held her there for a moment.

The Stud released his grip and lifted my wife's head so he could look at her. 'How's my little whore doing?'

She was tossing her head side-to-side, unable to focus. Her voice was shaky. 'I'm OK.'

'Ever been double fucked?'

I thought I knew the answer, but was eager for the response nonetheless. 'No.'

'You want be able to say that again. Next time we'll try to have another cock here for your lips, or maybe a pussy.' That I was here and available was apparently not a consideration. 'Would you like that?'

Her breathing was labored, concentration hard to come by. 'Yes......yes.'

He wasn't going to let her off easy. 'Which would you prefer?'

She looked at him briefly, probably trying to calculate the response he would prefer. "I wish your girlfriend was here.'

He smiled. 'Have you ever tasted pussy before?'

'Once. She made me.'

'Hmm, you'll have to tell me about that later. Did you like it?'

'Yes. Oh God yes, I liked it a lot.'

'Like a good little whore, I bet.'

Mike had started sliding back out by pushing her hips forward, and words failed her, her only reply a groan of pleasure. Any discomfort was rapidly becoming a thing of the past as they fell silent, deciding there were more important things than talking.

Using his hands, Mike guided her hips, showing her what he wanted. She was a quick learner, and started to move back and forth on her own. The Stud placed his hands behind his head again, and Mike placed his on his hips, and they both watched my wife with glee as she fucked herself on their two cocks. It was awkward at first, but as Mike shifted position to help her work out the angles, she gradually came to a rhythm she could maintain.

She was becoming very vocal again, but it was unintelligible, just a series of shrieks and gasps, inter-mixed with moans, all of it pleasurable. I watched in a state of rapture, clearly able to see her asshole stretched over Mike's cock, and her pussy enclosing The Stud. It only took a few minutes for my whore of a wife to reach orgasm, and it was nearly an act of violence. She slammed herself mercilessly against the two cocks as she came, screaming so loud the dogs began to stir restlessly just outside the door, worried about her safety.

I was jerking off wildly as I watched, the two guys just holding their positions with huge grins as she debased herself with abandon. Finally she collapsed with a cry of agonized joy, falling against The Stud as sweat beaded up on her skin. It was at that moment that I ejaculated, shooting come across my legs and onto the couch. The guys just sneered at me.

As she lay there panting, The Stud looked at Mike. 'Fuck her man. Get your rocks off like her wimp husband. He likes what we are doing to his darling wife.'

Mike lay across her limp form and started a steady fucking of her ass. Her legs were bent, up alongside The Stud, leaving her ass open for easy access. And he took full advantage of it, steadily picking up the pace as his passion grew. On every stroke, I could see my wife's asshole greedily holding on to his cock. She was lying against The Stud, moaning incoherently, as Mike butt-fucked her, his actions becoming rougher as his arousal increased.

Removing my shirt and using it to absently wipe up the mess I had created, I watched in amazement as my wife took one cock in her ass while holding another deep in her pussy. The Stud started speaking into her ear. 'I can feel him rubbing against me. Can you feel that?'

'Yes.' She spoke between gasps.

'You like it?'

'Un hunh.'

'It can be like this all the time, now that you know what a whore you are.'

'Un hunnnnhhhhh.'

'You like that idea, don't you?' He was looking right at me again.

'Yeeessssssssss.' And with that she was coming again.

Mike spoke up breathlessly. 'Those... contractions... are... incredible.'

And just as quickly he was coming in her ass. She could feel him swell in the midst of her orgasm, and cried out, lifting her face to the ceiling in a long guttural scream.

Mike pumped her ass a few more times, then collapsed on her, his cock deep in her ass, breathing irregularly as sweat dripped onto her back. His weight pinned her to The Stud, but she continued to squirm through her own orgasm, as his come was pumped deep in her bowels.

Finally they both relaxed, and The Stud spoke up sarcastically. 'The two of you are getting pretty heavy.'

It took the comment a moment to register, then Mike started to lift himself up, looking somewhat embarrassed to have fallen down against his naked friend. My wife was between them, but there was still a lot of contact that typically makes guys uneasy. When he pulled out of her ass and arose, I could see her gaping hole, come leaking out of it. It was a surprisingly erotic site.

The Stud wrapped his arms around my wife and rolled over, moving her to the bottom and him on top. The action put them up against the relocated coffee table, and they had to scoot back over awkwardly towards the couch where I sat. Once settled, he started a rhythmic fucking of my wife, who eagerly wrapped her legs around his back. I was fully expecting him to fuck her in the ass as well, but he seemed quite content in her pussy.

I was momentarily distracted by the thought that he had remarkable stamina, his hard cock having been buried within her for quite some time. Granted he had come in her mouth earlier, and the second time should involve less urgency, but I clearly recalled that the night he fucked my ass after coming in my mouth, he did not last so long. This evening he was taking his time, and giving my wife the ride of her life in the process.

They were kissing like lovers, deeply passionate, as he drove in and out of her pussy, her fingers clawing at his ass cheeks. She lifted her pussy to each thrust of his massive cock like the depraved whore she was, kissing him back like it was her last chance to ever have a man. She had always liked a hard pounding, and he was giving her just that, relentlessly hammering her to the floor as he held her in place with a tight grip on her shoulders.

She looked so small under his large, muscular frame, and each time I watched his thick cock disappear inside her, I wondered where it was going. She was lost in the ecstasy of the act, her body willfully, joyfully submitting.

The last time they had fucked in front of me, I had been bound and blindfolded. But being intimately knowledgeable of my wife and her sexual responses, I knew from the sounds that she had done more than fuck him. She had given herself up totally to him. She was at that point again, oblivious of the presence of Mike and I, uncaring that she was being fucked in front of her husband, just totally dedicated to the hard cock in her pussy.

It was an awesome sight, and all thoughts of jealousy, all concerns that The Stud was trying to possess my wife, were swept away by the raw animal lust I felt watching her debasement less than five feet in front of me. My cock was hard again, my hand wrapped around it, as I marveled at how beautiful she looked being fucked on the floor of our living room.

They were no longer able to focus on the kiss, and their lips fell away from each other. My wife laid her head to one side, facing left towards the couch on which I sat, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open seductively. Each time he slammed his cock home, her breasts slapped back and forth, her head gave a little jolt, and a grunt sounded from her lips.

Mike had moved to the couch on my right, and sat starring the same as I. The Stud hung his head over her right shoulder, his breathing labored as he steadily fucked her, audibly slamming into her pussy on each stroke, the hard work making sweat stand up across his back.

I had fucked my wife like this, hard and unforgiving, on many occasions, and I knew it wouldn't take much longer before she reached her limit and yielded to another orgasm. The cadence of her breathing supported this belief, and the tightening up of The Stud's body suggested he was close as well. I could see in her face a studied concentration, and I knew exactly what she was doing.

She could sense his pending climax, and was holding her own at bay to time it coincident with his. Over the years I had played this game with her, and would try to hold out as well, making it a contest of wills to see who would come first. But The Stud had no such awareness, or did not care, and moved quickly towards orgasm, pummeling her pussy, grinding into her ferociously with his big dick.

When he finally erupted, he threw his head up, arching his back, as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He was truly enraptured for an instant, and I felt perhaps an untimely pride in my wife. Then she let herself go and joined him, the joint climax a loud event as both their bodies were wracked with pleasure. I found myself sliding up to the edge of the couch, getting closer, trying to somehow be a part of this incredible display of sexual power.

I got to see with my eyes so much of what I knew in her, her rock hard nipples thrust upwards as her back arched, her legs entwining with The Stud's and twisting his in an amazing display of strength. Her head was tilted back as she cried out, her fingernails raking across his lower back, leaving little red trails. The room could have been full of spectators, and she wouldn't have known, and she wouldn't have cared.

They both passed their peak, and muscles started to relax and breathing started to shift back to normal, but still mostly short gasps mixed with low moans. Then the kissing started again, and I was struck with how much these two liked each other. It was not a comforting feeling as I watched her melt beneath him. But my hard cock betrayed my feelings once again, and I continued to stroke it as I watched them cool down. I had never witnessed a more remarkable display of sex.

After a short time, he extracted his cock from her pussy and rose to his feet. He stood over her, looking down at her beautiful sweat covered body as I did the same from where I sat on the edge of the sofa. Then The Stud looked over at Mike, on the other end of the couch.

'Want to see something cool?'

It was a rhetorical question, and Mike answered with a simple raise of the eyebrows. My own curiosity quickly evaporated as The Stud turned to his right towards me, and took the step and half required to close the distance. His semi-erect cock was at head level, but I was looking up at his face.

'Clean me up with that slut mouth of yours.'

I sat and stared him in the eye without a word. He had invaded my house without invitation. He had hurled insults at me as he stripped my wife naked before my eyes, demonstrating through her lack of resistance that he could do whatever he pleased. He had used her in front of me, and had allowed his friend to do the same, the two of them dominating my normally dominant wife quite completely.

He had gotten her agreement to be his whore, whenever and however he required. And now as a final humiliating act, he expected me to suck her juices off his cock. I could see in his face that he had no doubt that I would comply. I could feel in my heart that he was right.

I glanced over at Mike and he was watching intently, his own semi-hard cock lying between his legs. Checking my wife, she remained shamelessly spread-eagle and naked on the floor, her pussy leaking on the carpet, as she watched me with a small smile. Looking back at The Stud, he smiled and waited patiently, certain of the outcome.

My eyes drifted down across his muscular chest and flat abdomen, still damp with sweat. Settling on his cock, I could see come and the froth of my wife's pussy accumulated around the base, and extending in random streaks along his length. Even as I hesitated, there was no doubt in my mind that after this incredible evening, I would gladly use my mouth to remove all traces of her juices from his manhood.

Reaching out with both hands, I grabbed his hips and pulled him slightly forward. Then leaning in, I ran a tongue along his length, tasting the musk and the tang of their combined fluids.

'Son of a bitch.' It was Mike, to my right.

'I told you he was a cocksucker.'

A cocksucker I was, and to prove it I sucked his length into my mouth, his softened cock easy to swallow whole. If Mike had any doubts, the sight of my nose buried in The Stud's pubic hair dispelled them. It was at that instant that I realized just how much I loved my ability to shock someone by taking another man's cock in my mouth. Even though The Stud had apparently told him I had sucked his cock, seeing was believing, and now Mike was definitely a believer.

Now that I had his cock in my mouth for the fourth time, I was enjoying the feeling immensely. Using my tongue, and copious amounts of saliva, I washed his cock thoroughly. Pulling it from my mouth, I licked all around the base, then lovingly cleaned his balls. As his body relaxed, I knew he was enjoying himself, and I concentrated on trying to make him hard again. But in the end, it was too soon after being too spent, and he suddenly pulled away, satisfied that he was clean.

'Keep practicing. One day you'll learn to suck cock as good as my whore.'

I can't honestly say if the sting I felt at his words were due to my supposed inadequacy as a cocksucker, when compared to my wife, or from his reference to her as his whore.

He turned towards my wife, his cock definitely more swollen than before I started. 'We'll come back soon and give both of you more practice.' His voice was smug, and after the insult I found it annoying.

She smiled as he turned and walked towards the kitchen. Mike got up to follow him, pausing in front of me. At first I thought he intended to have me clean him as well, and I felt distinct unease at the thought that his cock had been up my wife's behind. But he just smirked and moved on by, heading to the kitchen as well.

My eyes settled on my wife, dwelling on the imagery of her submitting so willingly to The Stud and his friend. I knew she had a submissive streak as deep as my own, but since she had assumed a dominant role in our relationship, it had not been obvious. She eliminated any thoughts in my head that our relationship may be changing when she wordlessly summoned me towards her with a crooked finger.

As she raised her knees and spread her legs, I immediately dropped to my own knees and slid over to her in a pure Pavlovian response. She motioned me between her legs, and I went willingly, thinking I was about to get my hard cock in her pussy. But her look told me otherwise, and without hesitation, I gave her what she wanted.

Her hands came to the back of my head as I lowered my lips to her pussy, pulling me in roughly. Using my tongue, I lapped up the come leaking out of her as she lifted her hips to my mouth, instantly turned on by my submission. My naked ass was up high and pointed towards the kitchen as I ate her well-used pussy, and when I heard the guys behind me, I quickly tried to sit up, realizing my bare ass was exposed. She anticipated this, and grabbing two fistfuls of hair, she held my head in place.

My resistance was negligible, and I accepted my fate, keeping my ass up high and on display, along with my cock and balls, while I lapped away at her pussy. The Stud made it clear he noticed.

'Next time, we can fuck that tight ass as well.'

'Any good?'

'Not bad. He likes it up the ass as much as she did.'

Then obviously addressing me, he added. 'Speaking of asses, don't forget to clean hers up as well.'

Then I heard the door open and close, and they were gone. As she lifted her knees to her chest, my tongue began the journey south.