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By Chickenchocker (chickenchoker@hotmail.com)


The sun had just gone down and the apartment's pool area was empty except for my wife, Dee, and the two guys sitting with her in the Jacuzzi. They had been drinking heavily for most of the day. Since I was reporting for two weeks of National Guard summer training the next morning I'd taken it easy on the booze. Now we were running low, so being the semi-sober one of the group, I'd been drafted for a beer run.

Leaving Dee alone with these two studs concerned me. I knew that the older, pinched-face one was nick-named 'Weasel'. One story was that the name came from his greasy, weasel-like looks, and the other rumor was that it came from his expertise in seducing women. He looked dissipated and in his late thirties. It was said that if he could get his mouth on a girl's pussy there was no escape for her.

The larger guy looked like a movie-star and was supposed to be a pussy magnet. Naturally, he had the nick-name 'Hollywood'. They were both smooth talkers. Hollywood looked to be in his late twenties, buffed-out and tan from many hours of hanging around the pool. The story went that for fun they had double-teamed some of the apartments' young wives. With several mysterious divorces in the apartment complex lately, it was very possible.

Dee was a 22 year-old man magnet. Being a 5 foot 10 inch former beauty queen, she was by far the most gorgeous woman in the apartment complex. A beautiful face, long golden hair, firm body, long tanned legs with 35 C's, 24 waist and 36 hips made her a complete package. Not only was she physically beautiful, but also perfect for her receptionist and part-time modeling jobs. I was 23 and considered myself just an average guy. In the beginning I wondered how I could have been so lucky to attract such a beautiful wife. Strangely, I had never met any of Dee's close friends before we got married.

It had been a long Sunday afternoon of heavy drinking and partying. Along the way Weasel and Hollywood had shown up and stayed glued to Dee all afternoon. They complimented her constantly, and brought her fresh drinks whenever her glass got low. She loved their attention, so I couldn't find an excuse to get rid of them without causing a scene. I'd seen them around the apartment before but had not met them until now. However, what I'd had heard about them didn't make me comfortable that I was reporting at 6:00 AM the next morning for my mandatory two weeks summer training with the National Guard.

I'd joined the Guard with a buddy three years before in a spurt of patriotism and to make some extra bucks. Since being married for two years, I'd regretted the time away from her for the monthly weekend meetings and the yearly, two-week summer camp obligation. It just added to more time that we were apart.

Dee worked days, and I was trying to finish a college degree with a full schedule of daytime classes. All this, while I worked a second-shift job at a large corporation. I knew being apart so much was slowly strangling our marriage. But if I could just finish that degree, I'd been promised a promotion with a large pay raise that would allow us to buy a house and start a family.

Dee didn't seem to care much about the degree. Having been a popular, big time beauty queen she just wanted fun and attention. The unspoken question was whether I could keep the marriage together until I graduated in about a year. It was not going well. Among other things, I had purposely ignored a lot of signs that pointed to Dee going out at night partying while I was working. I guess I just didn't want to confront that problem and where it might lead.

Having changed out of my bathing suit for the booze run, I decided to have a last check on Dee and the guys to make sure there was nothing else they wanted. The spa area was almost dark as I came up the back way. When I got close, there was enough reflected light that I could clearly see all three of them close together in the Jacuzzi. The water jets were making enough noise to cover my approach. Shocked at what I saw, I froze behind some large potted trees.

From ten feet away I watched Dee being French-kissed by Hollywood as he massaged her perfectly shaped right breast that had been released from her bikini top. He rolled her extended pink nipple between his thumb and fore finger while his palm cupped and gently squeezed her smooth, firm breast. On the other side Weasel faced her with his left arm moving underwater as he seemed to be stroking her inner thigh. She had her arms around Hollywood's neck and was obviously more than agreeable to all of their attentions. It was like being slugged in the guts. What I had tried to ignore in the past was now irrefutably thrown in my face. In a burst of rage, I briefly thought about confronting all three on the spot, but with an instant of rational insight, I turned and quietly walked away.

My mind raced over what to do as I drove to the liquor store. A confrontation tonight would probably only postpone her cheating until I was gone tomorrow, and might end up with the cops being called. Plus, I knew that it would just piss her off to the point where she would probably throw all my stuff out the front door after I left in the morning. Going AWOL from summer camp to try and deal with her cheating behavior was not an option. I'd end up in the stockade with no job, no college, and no wife. Regardless of what I did, it was pretty clear that the marriage was over except for the paperwork. In my black mood, maybe for now, I should just stand back and perversely see what happened tonight?


Arriving back from the liquor store, I entered our end apartment through the back door that leads into the kitchen. There was only a dim night light on in the kitchen. It illuminated a huge black man leaning against the counter. He had to stand 6 foot 7 inches and weigh 270 pounds. The running shorts and muscle shirt he was wearing left no doubt that he was the herd bull.

Soft music was coming through the closed, louvered door that leads into the living room. It was dark in there except for a soft flickering light from some candles. As I put the vodka and case of beer on the counter top, the black mountain said, "You must be the husband. People call me 'Sweets'." Even said in a whisper, his voice sounded like the growl of a fog horn. I could only nod in reply.

"You can't go in there," he whispered.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Cuz Weasel said I was to keep you out here," was his answer.

"What are they doing in their?"I asked.

"Dancing," was Sweets reply.

"Well, in that case it should be O.K. if I just take a peek without going into the living room?"I asked.

Sweets thought about it for a minute. I further reassured him that I was just going to quickly peek in and see what was going on, and Weasel wouldn't see me looking. He thought about it for a second. Then he put his sausage sized finger to his lips signaling quiet and nodded OK.

I turned out the dim night light in the kitchen so they would not see me framed in the doorway and quietly pushed opened the louvered door. What I saw caused a mixture of raw emotions to surge through me. Dee had changed into a cut-off T-shirt that I'd never seen before. It draped off her erect nipples and stopped just below her full breasts leaving her firm, flat stomach bare. She also wore a clinging, wrap around mini-skirt that barely covered the firm cheeks of her ass.

She was slow dancing, sandwiched between Hollywood, who was grinding her pussy in front, and Weasel who had his cock tightly pressed up against her ass. The guys were both shirtless and only wearing nylon running shorts. As I watched, Hollywood began kissing her neck while Weasel slipped his hands up, underneath her cut-off T-shirt from behind, pushing it up and massaging her braless breasts.

At this point I felt a huge hand on my shoulder pulling me back into the kitchen.

"That's enough," whispered Sweets.

With no choice in the matter, I quietly retreated into the kitchen. Moving over to the counter, I got out a cold beer from the case and also offered one to Sweets. He took it in his catcher's mitt sized hand giving me a small smile. Well that was some progress. Maybe a little bit of quiet conversation would further reduce the tension. I asked Sweets how he got to be in my kitchen.

"Weasel called me and said he was working on a beautiful piece of tall, married, white pussy that might fit my cock after him and Hollywood stretched her out a bit. He said to get my butt over here and keep her husband from bothering them. They left the backdoor open for me."

I stood there speechless in the semi-darkness. For the first time that I knew of, it sure looked like Dee might have gotten herself into a situation beyond her control. By the size of Sweets it was obvious that I couldn't interfere. The porch light spilled dim light into the kitchen. It was doubtful that I could get out the backdoor for help before Sweets grabbed me. Thinking about it, I decided that this might be my night for revenge.


While my tense guts hurt at the anguished realization our marriage was over, I was also aroused at the thought of watching Dee get her brains fucked out by these three guys. I decided that as long as they didn't seriously hurt her, I wouldn't object, but I wanted to watch. I needed to get Sweets to let me sneak into the living room and watch from where I wouldn't be seen. To gain his confidence, I needed to continue our conversation, so I asked him how he had gotten the name 'Sweets'.

Without the least bit of hesitation he said

"My daddy gave it to me after he caught me fucking my oldest sister. She'd just had a baby boy three months before and right after that she was the only woman around that could take all of my cock. She liked it when I filled her belly up with my cum and made it feel full. When daddy caught us fucking and saw the size of my dick he cussed me out and then yelled, "Closer the bone the sweeter the meat."

So that's how I got to be called 'Sweets'. Then my daddy kicked me out of the house two months later when my sister got pregnant again."

This could get interesting, so I asked Sweets, "Out of curiosity, how big is your cock?"

"It's too big," he answered with a groan."My sister measured it once when I was younger. It was 11 inches long and 3 inches thick. But the head is smaller and kind of pointed. That helps to get it started, but then it gets too big and long for most women."

The poor guy looked sad. I stood there thinking that maybe I wasn't so bad off with my average 6 incher.

"Look Sweets," I said. "Maybe if you choose only big women, and if you oiled up your cock real good to make it very slippery that would help. Then, if you took it real slow and easy when you were first shoving it into a woman, that would make it work better. If she liked it, she might even let you do it again."

He seemed to think it over for a minute and then looked at me and smiled. He seemed like a nice enough guy, if not the brightest light bulb in the pack. I hoped my advice would help him. Anyway, I needed to get in the living room to watch the action. All I had to do was convince Sweets that he could trust me to sneak in and quietly watch my wife being seduced, and then fucked until she orgasmed herself into brainless oblivion. I decided to try honesty.

"Look Sweets," I began. "As you can tell by what's happening in there, my wife and I are all through except for the formality of a divorce. As revenge, I want to watch her getting her brains fucked out. I promise to slip in and watch where they won't see me. This way you can also come in and watch instead of having to stay in the kitchen with me and missing the action. OK?" I could tell he was interested.

Sweets looked at me for a couple of seconds and then said, "I ain't had no pussy in a long time and I don't want you to screw it up! When they find a cunt that I might fit into, these guys let me have what's left after they're done. Your wife might struggle and holler at first when I take her. Can you keep your cool no matter what happens?"

For a second my old protective feelings for Dee welled up, and then the faint sounds of passion coming from the living room smothered any remaining sense of concern for her. It was obvious she no longer cared about me or what happened to our marriage. I looked at Sweets and handed him a bottle of coconut oil that Dee had been using for tanning lotion that afternoon.

"It'll make you more slippery," I said with a smile.


We had quietly moved into the dimly lit living room without anyone noticing us. Sweets sat in a chair across the room. I stood in the dark behind an unlit floor lamp that was close to the end of the sofa where Dee was lying on her back. I could look up between her splayed open legs. She had her head on a throw pillow with one leg on the back of the sofa and the other on the floor. Her long, beautiful legs were spread wide open with the cords in her thighs pulled tight.

Hollywood was on his knees at the head of the sofa, massaging her smooth, bare breasts while alternating between kissing her lips and sucking on her perfect, natural breasts with their hard, extended nipples. Lower down Weasel was half-lying on the couch between her widely spread legs. The thong that she'd been wearing was lying on the floor beside the couch. I then remembered what I had heard. Weasel was just moving up from kissing her thighs and was beginning to lick her hairless pussy. Watching this evil looking man, who was almost twice Dee's age seducing her really turned me on.

I watched him as he brought both thumbs and forefingers up to firmly grasp her wet labia. He peeled her wide open while his long, snake-like tongue sliced up and down the lips of her glistening pink opening. Her hips compulsively began moving. Weasel continued tonguing deep into her vagina while licking and sucking on her pussy lips. Her pelvic thrusts and whimpering became stronger.

I knew that Dee was being teased towards an orgasm as Weasel worked his skilled mouth on her. So far he hadn't even touched her clitoris as he played her pussy like a violin master. At that instant Dee arched her hips off the couch and gave out a loud cry. Weasel had circled her budding clitoris with just the tip of his tongue and then had quickly withdrawn it. He'd brought her to the brink of an orgasm and then left her stranded just before it engulfed her.

He waited for a couple of minutes while just licking and kissing her muscular thighs and flat stomach. Then, Weasel again peeled her pussy open and began the process of bringing her to the threshold of an orgasm. This time, his thumb rubbed the juicy entrance to her cunt, while his slimy middle finger circled the entrance to her rectum.

Quickly, while still licking her pussy, Weasel eased both his thumb and middle finger into her two holes, basically creating a two fingered bowling ball grip. This gave him complete physical control. At the same time his tongue swiped her engorged clitoris and he quickly had her hips dancing in his grip while she moaned and thrashed under his control.

Hollywood had continued kissing, sucking and massaging her breasts during Weasel's attack. He now gently kissed her ear as she was panting and half crying. I heard her begging Hollywood, "Oh please, don't let him stop again. I gotta cum. don't let him stop!"

Just then Dee's hips leaped into the air as Weasel had repeated yet another one-lick swipe of her now engorged clitoris. He left her again stranded on the verge of orgasmic relief. Dee screamed and begged to Hollywood, "Please make him finish me! I can't stand it anymore! Oh God, please, please, please!"

Hollywood leaned over Dee and whispered, "The first time, Weasel never lets a girl cum with his mouth. If you want relief, and become our slut you'll have to fuck him first!" Dee looked up at Hollywood in a pleading way, "Yes, yes, but I want to fuck you not Weasel."

"Sorry," Hollywood said. "Weasel is my buddy and he is the one making you feel good so he goes first. I'll fuck you later, I promise."

Again, Weasel began his assault on Dee's pussy while his middle finger pushed fully into Dee's rectum. It took only seconds to bring her back to the unfulfilled peak she had been at before. Her clitoris was now extended from its hood like the end of a little finger. It was much larger than I'd ever seen it. Again, Weasel retreated from Dee's pussy.

Dee began screaming, "Oh God! help me! Don't leave me like this again, please, please, finish me! fuck me! I'll be your slut, anything!"

Hollywood held Dee close and comforted her."We'll fuck your brains out. Weasel will take good care of you, OK?"

Dee simpered, "Yes, Yes, Please somebody fuck me!! Please let me cum, please!"

Weasel stood up and had his running shorts off in an instant. I watched in amazement as a greasy looking, steel-stiff 8 inch cock popped out. It looked disfigured, as if the first 2 inches of its tip had been grafted on from a smaller cock. The cock's tip pointed upward at about a 20 degree angle. The first 2 inches were about the same diameter as my average 6 inch cock, but the base portion of it grew increasingly larger in diameter. It was one strange looking cock!

Suddenly Sweets stood up and came over to Weasel handing him the bottle of coconut oil saying, "Use it! Keep her slippery!" He looked at me as he walked back to his chair. Weasel was surprised but had no intention of arguing with Sweets. He uncapped the bottle and liberally applied a handful on his cock and some on Dee's already wet pussy.

During this time Hollywood had been keeping Dee heatedup and close to the edge as he kissed and sucked her sensitive nipples. When Weasel moved back onto the couch between Dee's legs, in a demonstration of practiced teamwork, Hollywood kept Dee's full attention by deeply French kissing her and massaging her breasts. It had been obvious all afternoon that Dee had the hots for Hollywood.

Weasel moved quickly up between Dee's beautiful, widespread legs. He again opened Dee's labia and this time went directly at her extended clitoris with his rapier like tongue. In her continuing state of arousal this instantly brought Dee's hips twisting off the couch. Weasel skillfully moved his assault deeper into her wet vagina and then the along the full length of her pussy lips. The taste of coconut oil blended nicely with Dee's copious juices.

By this time Dee was panting and moaning from the approaching orgasm that had been denied her up until now. Her leg muscles were tense and straining in anticipation. The tongue that was driving her wild continued to bring her higher and higher towards orgasmic relief and then it suddenly stopped!

"You bastards!" Dee cried. "Not again! Please let me cum! Finish me! Fuck me! Anybody, I'll do anything! Please, please!"

Weasel quickly moved up so his small cock-tip was sliding between the oily, well lubricated lips of her cunt. Dee, in her heated condition uncontrollably thrust her hips up at Weasel as his cock slid past her muscular entrance and into her vagina. His small cock head immediately penetrated the first 2 inches into Dee before its larger girth came up against Dee's tight entrance. At 2 inches into Dee's slippery vagina, the up-angled cock-tip rubbed perfectly against the top of her vagina where her sensitive 'G' spot is located.

Her sharp intake of breath signaled to the experienced Weasel that he had hit the bundle of female nerves that would bring her to total surrender. Slowly, moving just the first 2 inches of his cock in and out of her hot, well-lubricated cunt, Weasel gently massaged her 'G' spot with his cock as he watched her body respond. Hollywood could also tell that Dee was now under Weasel's control and carefully extracted himself from her arms.