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“So did you ever
seen him naked?” my wife giggled, as she continued to expertly
stroke my hard, dripping dick. “From the front?”
“My college
roommate?” I panted, squirming on the bed. She was so good at
this! “Yeah, a few times. In the shower I guess!”
“And...” she
laughed, stroking me a little faster. “Did he have a big cock?”
“Sydney!”
“I'm just
curious! He's going to be staying here a whole week,
Bobby. Can't a girl be curious?”
I gasped, grasping
the sheets to try and hold off. “Not if she's married!”
“Married women
still get curious,” she laughed, enjoying my futile efforts to
resist her hand. “Especially if they married a cute inexperienced virgin who always cums too soon.”
“Sydney!”
Sydney laughed as
my face turned dark, dark red in shame. But my premature ejaculation
problems weren't my fault!
Sydney had been a
college cheerleader, one of those tiny girls with the perfect tan and
perfect makeup and perfect hair who got thrown high up into the air
so the crowd could cheer when she flashed her panties at them.
I had been a
computer engineer, a great student but never a ladies man. And yes,
I had still been a virgin when we had started dating, two years after
leaving college.
Sydney hadn't. Not by a long
shot.
And when she
climbed on top of me with her tight little pussy and started rocking
back and forth, throwing her head back and grabbing her firm tits and
making these wild, throaty moans, I came too fast. Every time.
“So tell me about Emmett's dick,” she giggled, watching my
breaths get shorter. “Unless you want me to find out on my own...”
“No!” I gasped, which only made my wife laugh harder.
“So tell me then.” She took a break from stroking me to lick the
palm of her hand before starting in again. God, it was so dirty
and hot when she did that... She grabbed my cock again, starting
slow but speeding up her strokes steadily. “How big was it? Big
enough to please me?”
I blushed even
harder. This was my wife!
“Well,
it...um...” Her tight little naked body against mine, her hand
gliding expertly up and down my cock- it made it so hard to think!
“...it was okay, I guess!”
She started
rolling her wrist at the top of
every stroke, sliding her wet palm over my slippery cockhead with a
practiced motion that made my bones throb. “Bigger than yours?”
I swallowed.
“Yeah.”
“Like, a lot
bigger?” She stroked a little faster. “Tell the truth!”
I blushed, closing my eyes. “Yes! It was a lot bigger!”
“Well that
shouldn't be hard. Every real man has something bigger than your cute
little baby dick.”
“Syd!”
I couldn't even
look at her. But the little giggle I heard as she kept stroking
confirmed she had felt it. My rock-hard four
inch dick was throbbing as she made fun of it.
Like it always did.
“Mmmmm, it will
be nice to have a real man around the house for once,” she laughed,
watching my face go red. “So does Emmett go for tits? Or is he
more of an ass man?”
“What does that matter?!”
Sydney laughed,
sliding her short but perfectly shaped leg against me. “I don't
want him to get bored, honey! I might make a little more effort to
dress up around him, just to keep things interesting...”
I groaned, licking
my lips. “Please don't...”
“But honey, it's
just going to be him and me, alone all day...” she giggled.
“With nothing to do while you're at work... maybe I'll just
give him a few little flashes here and there...” She licked my
ear. “A little panties... a little cleavage...”
The thought of my
wife teasing my college roommate with her body, while I was off at
work, unable to stop her, had my balls pulling tight.
She licked my ear
again. “Maybe I'll let him 'accidentally' catch me in the shower,
all naked and soapy.... just to see if one thing leads to another?”
My eyes flew open.
“Don't fuck him!”
“You wouldn't
even know if I had fucked Emmett or not,” she laughed,
stroking my dick even faster. “He could could be bending me over the
couch four times a day, giving me that good, solid cock hard enough
to make the neighbors hear and this cute little
dick wouldn't have any idea I was cheating on it!”
I tried to stop
her hand as I got closer but my right arm was trapped under her
perfect ass and my left was no match for the grip she had on my cock.
“No!” I
begged. “Don't fuck him!”
But she doubled
down.
Sydney always
doubled down.
“Mmmmm, I can
already feel his hard, thick cock splitting me open!” she
giggled, grinding her body against mine. “Stretching me out,
getting deep into spots you've never even touched...”
Oh god-
Her breath was hot
and teasing in my ear. “A good girl can only go so long before she
gives in to a big hard cock baby...”
“NO! Don't fuck
Emmett!”
“And he's
staying here all week?” she laughed. “Oh, honey, I'm
going to get SO much good dick while you're at work!”
I was squirming,
trying to pull away. “No! Don't fuck him Sydney!”
“Give me
permission and I'll let you watch,” she giggled. “Say yes and
I'll let you hide in the closet as I spread my legs for him and moan
as he slides inside my wet pussy. I'll let you watch him pound me
like a dirty slut right in front of you, while I cry and beg him
'Harder Emmett! Fuck me HARDER-'”
I came like a
firehose.
Sydney laughed as
I spurted all over my chest, shoulders and neck. She pumped her hand
faster, making me yell in pleasure and kept stroking much longer than
I would have, getting every drop out of me and making me a gasping
squirming mess on the bed as my penis got too sensitive.
“Syndey! Stop!”
She giggled and
gave me a few more strokes anyway. When she was done, I was a dripping,
spent, red-faced mess.
“Holy shit
Bobby!” she giggled, wiping her hand off on my leg. “I guess we
both know what I have to do this week!”
I was blushing,
humiliated, and covered in my own cum from an orgasm I had been
desperately trying to avoid. “Please....
Sydney,” I panted, reaching for the tissues in my bedside drawer. “Tell me you were joking!”
She giggled,
sliding open her own bedside drawer and pulling out a large, cordless
purple vibrator. “We'll see.”
“Sydney! I know
we joke about it a lot- but we're married now! Don't fuck my college
roommate!”
She gasped as the
vibrating head hit her perfectly shaved pussy. She was already
starting to tremble- she had been turned on by the idea too! To
see her tight, tanned little body shivering as she ground that thick,
vibrating cylinder hard between her legs- it was giving me
another erection!
She used the
fingers of her free hand to pulled at her hard nipples, pinching and
rolling them much harder than I usually did. “I said we'll see!”
“Sydney! Please
don't fuck him!”
My wife laughed
and then came, just as long and powerfully as I had.
***
On the afternoon
of the next day, I picked Emmett up at the local airport.
He looked pretty
much just like he had three years ago: a tall jock with dirty blond
hair, t-shirt over a huge barrel chest and ripped arms, perfectly
fitting jeans and work boots over long, powerful legs.
A thousand years
ago he would have been a Viking, raiding villages, carrying off loot
and women at his whim. Now he was just a good-old southern boy who
had been my roommate at Georgia Tech three years ago.
And had a huge,
swinging cock my wife was very eager to see.
He laughed and
stuck out a powerful hand when he spotted me approaching. “Hey
Bobby. How's it hanging?”
I blushed as we
shook. “Hey Emmett. Good to see you.”
“Yeah, thanks
for putting me up,” he drawled, picking up his huge suitcase with
one ripped arm like it weighed nothing. “Jobs out west ain't what
they used to be. I figured maybe, if I could get lucky with
something quick out here...”
I blushed again.
“Um, no problem! Sydney and I are happy to have you.”
Shit! Why did
I have to say it that way?
“Sydney, huh?”
he said as we walked out to the parking lot. “Hey, sorry I missed
your wedding, man. You know my mom had a whole thing going on that
month-”
“No worries,
you'll meet her soon enough,” I said, unlocking my car. I saw him
place his suitcase into my truck, the weight making my shocks
compress. And he had lifted it with one arm!
I swallowed, opening my door. “She's
cooking dinner for us right now.”
“Well that
sounds great,” Emmett laughed, getting in the other side. “Looks
like she's already making up for lost time.”
I swallowed again,
getting in. “Yeah. Sure.”
***
She definitely
was.
I opened the door
to our little beach house to find Sydney hard at work in the kitchen.
But unlike normal
nights, she had her hair perfectly done, fresh makeup and lipstick on
her face, even her toenails freshly painted to highlight her small,
perfect feet. And she was wearing nothing but a pair of boy-short
panties and t-shirt tied off right under her firm tits. I almost
dropped my briefcase.
“Sydney!”
“Oh hell!” she
squealed, turning around at the stove while Emmett came in right
behind me, his jaw dropping as well. “You guys are early! And I
had already started the chicken and I didn't want it to burn-”
She was laughing,
using one forearm to sort of cover her braless tits under the thin
tied off shirt and her other to sort of hide the crotch of her
panties, even though her little fingers and a spatula didn't provide
much protection. If anything, it made her look even more cute and
sexy and helpless.
“Sydney!” I
cried. “Go get dressed! You're practically naked!”
She didn't.
Instead, she stamped one of her perfect feet on our kitchen floor.
“Hell Bobby, why didn't you text me you were getting close?! So
our guest doesn't walk in at the start of his visit and see me barely
in my undies?!”
“I'm sorry Syd!”
I stammered, looking at her, even though I didn't know what I could
have done to prevent this. “Really, I am!”
“Hell, I don't
mind, ma'am,” Emmett laughed, drinking her nearly naked body in as
well. Boyshorts and a t-shirt might have been halfway decent for some girls,
but like I said, Sydney had an ass and tits that wouldn't quit. “I'm
never one to stand on formality,” he said.
“Well that's
good,” she laughed. “At least there's one gentleman in
the house. Now come here and give me a hug- any friend of Bobby's is
a friend of mine!”
I gasped as she
padded over to Emmett, still dressed exactly as she was.
Sydney stood at a
petite five foot nothing. Emmett was six foot two and easily over
two hundred fifty pounds of muscle. To see a man like him reach down
and hug my barely-dressed wife made my heart flutter.
She was like a
child to him!
His strong, thick
fingers were resting right on the waistband of her shorts, grasping
her bare, tanned ribcage. She was up on her tiptoes, holding her
smooth cheek against his short, manly scruff, pressing her tits into
his chest as she made small, content purring noises.
“It's so good
to have you here, Emmett,” she sighed, hugging him like a long lost
lover! “Make yourself completely at home.”
“Sydney!” I
cried, watching their hug go on and on. “Don't you think you
should... get dressed now!”
She laughed and
finally released him. “Well
there's no point now, Bobby. Emmett's seen everything I've got!”
I gulped, my
little dick starting to harden in my jeans. Not everything!
And one of
Emmett's hands was still resting on her waist. Just a little
movement upwards and he'd be cupping one of her firm, perfect tits. Just
a little tug downward and her thin panties would give way, tearing
off her body like tissue paper, leaving her tiny pussy and
heart-shaped ass open and defenseless to whatever he wanted he wanted
to do to her-
“Sydney- you really should get dressed!”
“Oh hell, you
don't mind if just finish cooking like this, right Emmett?”
He grinned, one
hand still holding her bare waist. “No ma'am. Not at all!”
She laughed,
giving me a little wink. “Then grab a beer from the fridge and
take a seat at the dinner table, Em. Things are just coming to a boil.”
As she walked past
me, a big grin on her face, Sydney leaned over to me as soon as Emmett was out of earshot.
“Oh yeah, he's
definitely an ass man,” she whispered into my ear. “Did you see
how close his hands got to grabbing my butt?”
I had! That's why
my dick was getting hard!
She got even
closer, giggling as her hand found the growing tent in my khakis.
“I'm going to
suck his cock while he's staying with us,” she giggled into my
ear, her breath hot and teasing. “Somehow, while he's here, I'm
going to get his big rod in my mouth and suck it like a porn star, Bobby. And
if you're a good boy, I'll let you watch.”
“Sydney!”
She kissed my
cheek. “Just you wait and see.”
***
I was a mess as I
set the table while Sydney brought out our food, a glorious stuffed
chicken.
She couldn't be
serious!
Could she?
Her friends had
tried to warn me when we had started dating; Sydney had been the
'blowjob queen' of her entire cheerleading squad. She had barely
gotten through one season without going down on half the football
team, or basketball team, or even some of the more well endowed
baseball players!
I had thought her
friends had just been joking with me, but Sydney had never told me
exactly how many men she had sucked off in college, only that they
had all been very well hung like Emmett-
“Hey buddy,
watch it!” Emmett laughed, bringing me out of of my daydream. “I
think I've got enough beer!”
“Oh shit,
sorry!” I said, mopping up the overflow I had poured from his glass
onto our table.
“That's Bobby,
always spilling a bit too soon,” Sydney giggled, walking by in her
boyshort panties.
They weren't as
scandalous as her normal thongs would have been, these covered
her cheeks pretty well. But Sydney's cheeks in any sort of thin,
tight, underwear were a sight to behold.
Normally that kind
of show would have gotten me totally hard. But I was so nervous,
watching Emmett sneak a glance behind me as she bent over to put the
chicken on the table, knowing what kind of view he was getting!
Emmett laughed and
looked back to his beer. “So, uh how'd you two crazy kids meet?”
I forced down a
gulp of my own drink. “Um, I'd been out of school about six months,
at my first accounting job, and Sydney's squad came to an event our
firm sponsored.”
He cocked his head
as I sat down. “Squad?”
I swallowed.
“Yeah um, Sydney was a college cheerleader.”
“Gooooooo
Wildcats!” she laughed, doing a little jump at the side of the
table, using oven mitts for pom-poms.
I blushed even
harder as she sat down between Emmett and I, at the head of the
table.
Her tits had
almost popped free of her shirt during her jump!
Emmett chuckled, spooning mashed potatoes. “And you
met Bobby and just had to have him, huh?”
“It was the
opening of a car dealership, I was the youngest guy from our firm so
they gave me the job of handling receipts,” I said, talking fast.
“I got to talking to her squad as I was signing their invoice, and
Sydney was the only girl who would give me the time of day...”
“Yeah, I can see
that,” Emmett laughed.
I blushed a
little. “So I convinced the firm to keep hiring them for a few
more customer events and Sydney and I kept running into each other,
and we got to know each other better and...”
I swallowed. Two
years into our marriage and I barely believed I had landed someone
like her myself!
Emmett chuckled
again. “Who knew the life of an
accountant was so interesting.”
“Trust me, it's
not,” Sydney giggled, getting something out of the fridge. She was
bending over again, her ass pointed right at us! “Bobby was SO
different from the type of guy I normally dated.”
He raised an
eyebrow. “Oh? What type is that?”
She giggled as she
sat down again. “Oh, usually tall muscular jocks with like, really
big dicks. The total opposite to Bobby.”
“Sydney!” I
looked over, saw Emmett trying not to laugh. “She didn't mean...
Sydney!”
Emmett was full on
laughing now, covering his mouth with his hand. “Oh, damn!”
My face was
burning.
Sydney had just
basically admitted that my dick was too small for her! “Sydney!”
Emmett was
laughing, slapping his knee. “Don't worry... Bobby! I've uh, seen
you in the showers...” He shook his head, his face red too, but
with laughter. “Shoot Bobby- she's a real handful isn't she?!”
Sydney took a bite
of broccoli with an exaggerated sigh. “Too bad Bobby's dick
isn't.”
“Oh DAMN!”
I was blushing so
hard as Emmett fell into laughter again. Now they were BOTH laughing
at my small dick!
“SYDNEY!”
“Hey, I ended up
with you didn't I?” she said, leaning over the corner of the table
to kiss my burning cheek. “I love my hubby and will stay with him
forever, no matter what he does or doesn't have in his pants. Is
that what you wanted to hear?”
It was, but I was
still blushing, humiliated, and that was before I noticed that her
bending over was giving Emmett another look at her tight, almost
bared ass!
We talked a bit
then about Emmett's fruitless job hunting the last year, where his
family hailed from, some politics.
It was almost a
normal dinner conversation that could have happened anywhere, except
that we two men were still fully clothed and Sydney was practically
naked! Every time she would lean over to get some salad dressing or
cross her bare legs, dangling a little foot in the air I was reminded
how little she was wearing.
And she was really
flirting with him, touching his arm when he made a joke, leaning in
when he told a story, giving off all the non-verbal signals
girls did.
I watched Emmett's
biceps flex as he got more potatoes and shivered again.
I was bigger than
Sydney, but still barely half of Emmett's size. If I came home to
find her impaled on his huge dick, moaning her head off, and tried to
make a scene about it, getting angry and calling him some name I shouldn't,
Emmett could kick my ass without breaking a sweat and finish fucking
my wife without me able to do a thing about it.
I just had to pray
he was able to resist temptation this week!
And Sydney too-
She wouldn't actually do anything... would she?
Around dessert she giggled and winked at me again. “So Emmett, Bobby told me
you were quite the ladies man back in college.”
He grinned,
shrugging his wide shoulders. “I did okay.”
She slapped his
arm. “Bobby said you did more than okay. What did you say,
honey? That Emmett collected more panties in a semester than you had
in your whole life?”
I blushed, hating
myself for telling her that! But she had her
hand around my cock at the time, edging me and forcing me to tell her
everything I had known about Emmett...
Even Emmett was
blushing a little, and gave her an aww-shucks smile. “Well, a man
doesn't kiss and tell...”
“Aw come on!
Did you ever sleep with any girls on the first date?”
He grinned his
viking smile. “A few.”
“How about...”
Sydney winked at me. “...any cheerleaders?”
I blushed, already
knowing the answer.
“A few of those
too,” he admitted, grinning.
Sydney giggled.
“Did you ever sleep with anyone Bobby had dated?”
I coughed out a
bite of key lime pie. “Sydney!”
“It's just an
innocent question,” she laughed, smiling at me. “It must have
happened, in a little private college like that, after four years of
rooming together...”
Emmett pushed away
his empty plate of pie. “Well, that's all in the past, I don't
want to bring up bad memories...”
But Sydney doubled
down.
“Bobby always
talked about this girl he had this major crush on in his class, some
tall blond who just kept leading him on.... Joan? Josie?”
“Jessie,”
Emmett and I said at the same time. Him fondly, me with regret.
“Oh hell, I
haven't thought about Jessie Nolen in years!” Emmett laughed,
shaking his head. “She used to hang out in our room all the time,
doing homework with Bobby until all hours of the night.”
It had actually
been me doing most of the work, Jessie copying my answers, rubbing my
back, telling me how good a 'friend' I was. She
had these incredibly long legs and would always wear the shortest
shorts when she came over to study with me...
Emmett nodded at
me, with a wink. “God, those legs, huh?”
Sydney grinned.
She knew I was a leg man too, even made me kiss and lick her feet and calves
sometimes when I was really horny and she was feeling really cruel...
“So?” she
asked Emmett, grinning. “Did anything happen with you and Jessie?”
My roommate
coughed, looking at me. “Well, there was this one weekend when
Bobby was out of town...”
My fork clattered
on my plate. “What?”
“You had gone
back home for something,” he laughed. “And she came over,
looking for help with that Accounting homework again. I couldn't do
a lick of it, but we got to talking, she was wearing those tiny
shorts and I started rubbing her legs...” He laughed, shaking his
head. “Then one thing just led to another and...”
Sydney laughed,
watching my red face. “I bet they did!”
I was getting
stiff in my jeans, imaging the untouchable Jessie Nolen on Emmett's
bed, those long legs wrapped around him...
She had never even
let me touch her legs, or kiss her, or even take her on a date.
And Emmett had
fucked her by accident!
“Anyone else?”
Sydney giggled.
He laughed. “Come
on Syd...”
“It must have
happened again,” she giggled. “Big sexy guy like you, rooming
with 'little' Bobby here...”
I was about to
yell in protest but under the table her bare foot snaked between my
legs and pressed my hardening cock through my pants. Then she
started rolling her foot, her toes nearly as talented as her fingers
had been last night. “Right, Bobby?”
I was sweating.
If she kept this
up, I was going to cum in my pants!
She giggled,
turning to him again. “Really? You didn't get with anyone else
Bobby dated?”
Emmett looked at
me and coughed, and my heart sank, because I knew what name he was
going to say.
“Well, there was
Lia Kwan.”
“Oh!” she
giggled. “Who's that?!”
“Well, uh, she
started off as Bobby's girl, around end of freshman year,” Emmett
said, a little embarassed. “This very hot little Vietnamese girl-”
“Korean,” I
corrected, my face burning as my wife gave me a slow foot job, under
the table.
“Yeah, Korean,
that's right,” he said, and I knew he would forget again by the
morning. “Lia and I met through Bobby. After they broke up, she
called me up a few days later and... by Sophmore year we were a
thing.”
Sydney giggled.
“So Bobby had to watch a girl he had dated go out with you- all
year long?”
“Well, we tried
not to rub it in his face,” Emmett said. “We all got to be
friends eventually. Bobby said he was cool with it.”
I swallowed. “It
wasn't a big deal.”
Emmett grinned,
sighing. “Yeah, Lia. Lia was a cool chick.”
She had been more
than that. Lia had been beautiful.
Perfect skin, silky black hair, a light angelic voice...
And even smaller than Sydney. I had hoped, her being Asian and all,
my little penis wouldn't have been a problem for her, that I could
please her like a normal man would. But I had never had the chance
to find out!
Sydney was
grinning, tongue sliding along the bottom of her teeth. “Did you
guys ever have sex while Bobby was in the room?”
“No!” Emmett
laughed, looking over at me. “We always put a tie on the door to
let him know! Bobby, man- your wife's IS a handful!”
But I was
blushing, hard. And both of them noticed it.
Emmett cocked his
head. “Dude. You okay?”
Sydney's toes
found my crotch again, the ball of her foot grinding my cock against
my stomach, pushing me on. “Bobby? You caught them...
didn't you?”
I swallowed. “It
was, um... one time... on Halloween...”
Emmett slapped his
forehead. “Oh shit! Oh man, I'm sorry Bobby! We were all so
drunk, I thought you were passed out-”
Sydney grabbed his
arm. “Tell me tell me tell me!”
“Well, we ah had
gone to this party,” Emmett laughed, his face a little red.
“Bobby, I really am sorry, I didn't know-”
She shook his arm
again, her foot forgetting my cock. “Stop stalling and tell me!
What were you guys wearing!”
Emmett swallowed
and laughed. “Well, I was a caveman I think, in a loincloth. Lia
was a Laura Croft, really pulled it off, too. And Bobby was a nerd,
he had the tape on his glasses, pocket protector, the whole thing...”
“Awwww, he must
have been so cute!” Syd giggled, and I just blushed harder. I
didn't want her hearing this story!
“So we had all
drunk way too much,” Emmett continued, “and stumbled home,
practically carrying Lia between us. God she had looked so hot!”
Sydney turned to
me. “And then?”
My face was so
red. I couldn't tell her this! “Sydney!”
Her foot returned
to my crotch, rubbing and pressing me in a perfect way. “Go on...”
“They were
kissing,” I gasped, afraid to move or even shift my legs, “I fell
asleep in my bed and then woke up... during...” My face was really
red now! “Because of Lia...”
Sydney pulled her
foot away just in time, laughing. “She was moaning?!”
Emmett chuckled,
his wide shoulders shaking. “Yeah, Lia always was a moaner...”
I swallowed,
remembering.
I had heard her
screams a few times before, her voice muffled through the cinderblock
walls when I had come home to find a tie on our doorknob. I would
sometimes catch a second or two of Lia saying Emmett's
name in passion before I quickly turned away down the hall to spend
the night in the common lounge.
But that
night I had been in the room.
And the alcohol
had apparently lowered Lia's inhibitions.
That, or Emmett
had really been giving her some good dick.
Lia's angelic
voice had been screaming his name, gasping, moaning, making those
noises only a well fucked girl could make-
“And Bobby just
had to lie there and listen to you two have sex?!” Sydney howled.
“ Oh wow!”
Emmett truly
looked sorry. “Oh man, Bobby, if I had known... I would have told
her to stop! She was really um... vocal that night.”
Yeah.
She had been
pretty 'vocal'.
Hearing a girl I
had pined for, a girl I had taken on dates, courted, tried to sleep
with and get rejected, now screaming in the throes of sex, barely ten
feet away from me...
Sydney giggled,
her foot feeling the length and hardness of my dick, taking careful
measurements for later. “Did you like it?”
“No!” I
yelled, pushing her foot away under the table. “Of course not!”
Seeing Lia's
darkened nude silhouette rocking on Emmett cow-girl style, moaning his
name, getting higher and higher pitched until she came over and over
again on his cock, while my hard dick throbbed, unable to even
masturbate because I had to pretend I was asleep...
I had cum without
even touching myself.
“Sure you
didn't,” Sydney giggled, getting up and starting to clear the
table.
Emmett was
laughing, holding his handsome face in his hands. “Oh man- I never
knew! Sorry Bobby!”
“Oh it's no big
deal,” Syd laughed, putting the dishes in the sink. “All
roommates have stories like that. Hell, one time I was fucking these
two guys in my dorm room and my roommate woke up and took a
picture and showed it to the whole cheerleading squad! They called
me 'London Bridge' for the rest of the year!”
My eyes bugged
out.
Because right now,
both Emmett and I were picturing the exact same thing: my sweet
little Sydney, nude and getting spit roasted by two huge cocks, one
in her mouth, one in her pussy, both pumping away at the same time!
“London Bridge?”
Emmett laughed, looking her body over.
“I didn't say it
was a very long bridge!” she laughed, pretending to be
embarrassed. “And jeez, I wish I had been a few inches
taller- they were practically touching! Inside me, I mean!”
I closed my eyes.
“Oh god, Sydney!”
Emmett was
hooting. “Oh jesus- Bobby, you better watch her- she's a live
wire!”
“Well I don't do
that stuff anymore,” she laughed, clearing dishes like she
was June Cleaver. “That's all in the past. Now I'm with Bobby and
I don't wish I was any taller. He doesn't stretch me like that at
all.”
Emmett almost fell
out of his chair. “Oh god!” he howled. His heavy hand slapped
the table as he laughed. “I used to bust Bobby about his little
dick sometimes back in school and he used to bust my balls about how
my thick skull couldn't do math! God Sydney,” he laughed as I
blushed head to toe. “Being here is like being back in college
again!”
“I hope not!”
she laughed, bending over to put plates in the dishwasher. “Because
that'd mean I'd have to spend the whole week watching my virtue
around you like a hawk!”
He put on an
innocent face. “What? Me?”
She ticked off her
fingers. “Jessie Nolen? Lia Kwan? Any girl Bobby had the
slightest interest in, you swooped in and banged behind his back!”
“Now come on,
that's not fair,” he laughed. “It wasn't every girl...”
Syd laughed.
“Seems like!”
My face was
burning as she giggled at me. I had to defend my pride! I had known
about Lia, had just learned about Jessie. But I still had a card to
play.
“Not Rebecca
Chaste,” I said.
Sydney giggled,
bending over to put a stack of the bowls in the wash. “Who?”
“My girlfriend
senior year,” I told her, as Emmett got this far-away look in his
eyes. “Sports medicine major. Very serious about Med school. She
wasn't going to let anyone sleep with her, even if she was on birth
control!”
She was also a hot
redhead, the prettiest girl I had dated before Sydney. Perfect firm
tits, great long legs and a little fiery bush she kept trimmed close.
And she had been one of the biggest cockteases on the whole campus.
Rebecca would look
so hot every day, go out with boys when they asked, let them feel her
up, maybe get a quick grope over her panties... but that was it!
She so was totally
committed to saving herself for marriage, most guys on campus had
given up on her, getting too frustrated by having a super hot
girlfriend who would let you play with her tits all the time, give
you a handjob if you begged and let you eat her out only when she was
really, really horny, but never go any further.
But for me, still
a virgin at 22, Rebecca had been a godsend.
The hand jobs she
had given me were my first, even if I never lasted more than thirty
seconds, because of her incredible body.
And learning how
to eat a beautiful girl out, to make her moan and cum with some
part of my body even if it hadn't been my penis, on a regular basis,
had given me the crucial life skills I had needed to land Sydney.
And for that, I
was ever thankful to Rebecca.
“Emmett never
slept with her,” I told them. “Even though he tried, just like
every other guy on campus.”
“Hell yeah I
did!” Emmett laughed, downing the last of yet another beer.
“See?” I
said. “And Rebecca was super hot and in my room all the time.
And somehow she managed to resist,” I told my wife
sarcastically.
“No, dude,”
Emmett laughed. “I meant 'hell yeah, I totally slept with her!'”
Sydney started
laughing as I sputtered out my water. “What?!”
His nose was a
little red. The beers were finally hitting him. “It was just one
time!” he laughed as my face fell. “Right before graduation.
Finals week.”
“Finals week?!”
I yelled. “We were still together then!”
Emmett put his
hands up. “I know! I know! I tried to resist man! But you were
off studying... she came in to our suite while I was showering and
slipped in behind me... And she wouldn't take no for an answer. She
kept stroking me, licking me... Her mouth man, you must have known
how good that felt when she put her mind to it...”
No I didn't!
Not even after
dating for four months!
I held my face in
my hands. “No! Not Rebecca! She was going off to join the Peace
Corps...”
“She did say she
wanted something to remember America by,” Emmett laughed. “And
she kept sucking me, she really wanted it that night-”
I felt like I was
going to cry.
“How... how
could you!”
“I told you I
tried to resist, man! But she was naked, I was naked... and she
really wouldn't take no for an answer.” Emmett just looked
at me and shrugged, a bashful grin on his face. “You know how it
is.”
No I didn't!
No girl had ever come on to me like that, not in my entire life!
I had been a
virgin until I had met Sydney, and even SHE had made me wait until we
were married!
I felt dizzy,
humiliated, torn in half.
And then Sydney
started laughing even harder.
“Holy shit! You
know what this means Bobby?”
We both turned to
look at her.
She was red-faced,
holding on to the kitchen counter, her breasts about to fall out of
her tiny shirt. “It means... Emmett DID sleep with every girl
you ever dated! Every single one!”
***
That night, after
brushing our teeth in the house's single bathroom, I confronted
Sydney in our bedroom, about what she had done.
“What the hell
was that out there?!” I said, whispering as loudly as I could. I
had to whisper because Emmett was only two rooms away in a house with
paper thin walls. “Sydney! You humiliated me!”
“Oh it's just a
little fun,” she giggled, pulling off her shirt in a smooth motion.
Her round young cheerleader tits were now free, nipples already
hard. “And he must have a huge cock to steal all those girls away
from you! It must be, like a foot long! Yum yum!”
I punched the bed,
quietly. “Sydney, I don't like this game anymore! You flirting
with him all the time, wearing next to nothing around him...”
“I know
you liked it, Bobby. I felt your cute little cock standing up all
night.”
I blushed.
“That's not the point! He'll... he'll get the wrong idea!”
She pulled her
panties down her smooth, curvy legs. “Well then I'll just have to
sort him out, tomorrow while you're at work.” She laid down on our
bed, nude, and started to play with her pussy. “I'll put on a
little string bikini, invite him out to the beach and ask him to put
suntan lotion all over me and then I'll tell him exactly what
kind of girl I am...”
My jaw dropped as
she started playing with her pussy faster.
Because Sydney was
a screamer too.
“Sydney, stop!”
“Awww, what are
you afraid of baby?” she giggled, arching her back like a cat in
heat. “That you're leaving your bored, horny, young wife all alone
with your hunky, hung college roommate, all day? God, I want
to see his cock SO BAD!”
“Sydney!
Quiet!”
But she only
became louder.
“Oh Emmett, fuck
me right in front of Bobby like you did Lisa Kwan,” she moaned,
smiling at me as she played with her pussy. “I'll suck you off
like Rebecca Chaste! Please Emmett- let me suck on your monster
cock!”
“Sydney!”
Her mouth quivered. “You want to shut me up? Eat my pussy then!”she laughed.
I was already naked, ready for bed. And watching my beautiful,
petite, former cheerleader wife squirming and moaning on the bed had
my little dick sticking up so painfully hard.
I dove between her legs and started licking just like she had taught
me.
“Ohhhhh FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCK! BOBBY YES! I'M CUMMMMMING!”
She pitched and shook on the bed, orgasming loudly, her thighs
squeezing my head. I know Emmett heard her, because the neighbors
did.
“Hey, shut up in there!”
“Yeah, some of us have got to sleep!”
I licked Sydney's beautiful smooth pussy right through the neighbor's
yelling, because fuck them. I was eating heaven right now.
And I wanted to make her cum so hard and long she'd forget all about
Emmett and his huge, amazing dick.
She came, and looked amazing doing it, but when I got up off my
knees, slowly stroking my rock hard dick at the sight of her, Sydney
reached over and slapped my hand away.
“No! No cumming for you tonight.”
“What?”
She was still in her post-orgasmic glow, her nipples rock hard, her
pussy wet and open. “Bigger dicks always cum first!” she
giggled. “Now, if you want to invite Emmett over here right now,
I'll happily ride his big, beautiful cock and let you have sloppy
seconds afterwards-”
“Sydney! Shssshh!” I hissed, looking at the door. “He'll hear
you!”
My totally nude wife was inches from me, her skin flushed, her
entrance wet and ready.
“Invite Emmett into our room Bobby,” she panted at me, her legs
laying apart. “See what happens. I dare you.”
The entire room smelled of sex. I was naked, my dick just at the
edge of my fingers, my balls aching.
“Sydney, stop playing around!”
She giggled and closed her legs. “Okay, no pussy for either of you
tonight then.”
I was SO hard! If I didn't cum tonight- I'd go crazy!
“You're joking! After all that?!”
She started reaching to turn off the light.
“Baby, if you touch that tiny little dick of yours again
tonight, I'm not going to touch it for the next three
months. Not with my pussy, mouth, hand- nothing! I mean it.
You're going to be so out in the cold you'll need mittens for your
balls.”
I could barely speak! “Sydney!”
“It's not fair, you're right,” she giggled, “but I want
you all keyed up and confused when Emmett's here. The hornier you
are, the more likely you are to agree to let me fuck that big dick of
his, to suck it and give it the love it deserves. Until then...
enjoy your blue balls.”
She kissed me on the cheek, put her forearm over my dick before
pulling up the covers, so she could catch me if I tried to stroke it.
“Now go to sleep baby,” she giggled, feeling my desperate
erection throb under her soft skin. “And dream of Emmett fucking
my little ass hard all over the house tomorrow. Because that's what
I'll be dreaming of too.”
***END OF PART 1***
