Friend of the Family

"Amy, why are you doing this?" I asked, pained by her indiscretion.

"Jack, don't be so insecure. Tim's one of our best friends, and I feel like I don't even know what happened to his marriage. I just want to know."

I started to answer, but then thought better of it. I could not see how my objections would help.

Amy looked at Tim, "well?"

Tim looked at me, and I just nodded my head indicating he should go on. "The sex was good, but not great."

"God, I can't believe that," Amy gushed.

"No, no, really. I mean, most stuff was good, but in the end, I was, um, too big for her. Not that she was that tight, but more like she was shallow. I couldn't get all the way in, and it made sex uncomfortable for her, and sometimes unsatisfying for me. Actually, all the women I have been with, well all three, have had the same problem, well until you. Most guys don't believe it, but being big can be a problem."

"Jack wouldn't know about that," Amy said suddenly, too buzzed to realize how malicious it sounded. Tim laughed loudly.

"Did you try different position?" she continued.

"Yeah, I think we tried every position. No go. But she loved oral sex, well receiving it at least. But ultimately, that wasn't enough to make the marriage work. Especially since she didn't like to reciprocate," Tim said with a snort.

"You know what they say," Amy said with a gleam in her eye, "if you meet a woman who swallows, marry her. Right Jack?"

I forced a laugh.

We paid the bar tab and headed back to the house. By this time, we were all pretty unsteady on our feet, and we stumbled together. Amy walked between us, and as we walked she wrapped an arms around both our waists and pulled us close to her.

"Hmm, sandwiched between two strong men," Amy cooed. "A girl could get used to that."

"Well, don't get too used to it," I warned, "we're almost home."

"That doesn't mean the party has to stop," she replied flirtatiously as we started up our walkway.

"Amy, no!" I said sharply, trying to reassert control.

"Jack, yes!" She replied mockingly as I unlocked the door, "I bet Tim wants to keep playing." We stepped in and closed the door behind us.

Tim looked at her. "Amy, you don't want to do this," he said unconvincingly.

She pressed up against him. "Tim, I want you," she mewled, pressing her hand up between his legs. "I want you both."

"Amy, stop it," I hissed.

"Go to bed if you don't like it," she replied cattily. "I'm going to have some fun."

"Tim?" I said softly, uneasy about his lack of conviction in putting an end to this.

He looked down at Amy. "Amy?"

Amy dropped to her knees. "Let me suck your cock. Please, let me suck your cock," she begged.

Tim looked up at me, and half-shrugged. We'd both agreed Amy was impossible to refuse, and I could see that Tim was silently trying to communicate that message to me. But I could also see that he wasn't exactly broken up about the possibility of yet another round of sex with my wife.

"Don't worry about Jack," Amy said to assuage Tim's ambivalence. "He can join us if he wants to. I want you both. I've always fantasized about being with two men at one." Something I'd never heard before if it was even true.

Tim nodded his head slightly, and Amy took that as his assent. She unzipped his pants and pulled his cock through the opening. She attacked his thick slab of meat with her tongue and mouth, and quickly Tim's cock started to stiffen.

She removed his cock from her mouth, and turned to look at me.

"Doesn't he have a beautiful cock?" she said as she stroked his meat. Tim smiled confidently as he surveyed my wife admiring his dick. Then she went back to sucking him off, and he slid his hand into her hair encouraging her to go on.

I just stood there is shock. The past 24 hours seemed like a bizarre surreal nightmare. I could not even fathom how we had gotten to the point where I was standing by watching as my wife performed oral sex on my best friend.

Suddenly Amy stood up. She grabbed Tim by the cock, and took me by the hand. "Let's go in the living room," she said as she led us in that direction. She pushed Tim down into the armchair, and pushed me toward the sofa. Then she went over to the stereo, and put on a jazz album.

As the soulful music filled the room, Amy did a sensuous dance for us. She swayed over to me and kissed me wetly and deeply. She slid her sweater over her head and left it with me as she moved over to Tim. Slowly stroking his cock, she kissed him too, and then left him her skirt as a souvenir. Then she came back over to me. Now wearing only her bra and panties, she climbed into my lap and kissed and sucked my neck wetly. When she stood up again, she took my sweater with her. Back over to Tim, she removed her bra and fed him her tits one at a time while her hands reached down and deftly popped the buttons on his shirt. Then it was my turn again. She lifted my t-shirt above my head, and kissed her way up and down my chest, circling my nipples with her tongue. She removed Tim's pants next, pausing to renew her acquaintance with his cock.

She got down on her hands and knees, her face in Tim's lap and her gorgeous ass pointed toward me. She turned to look at me, and as she did she reached around and pulled her panties aside exposing her shaved snatch. With her eyes locked on mine, she reached between her legs and spread her swollen lips, and showed me her hot pink, wet, pussy. Then she turned back toward Tim and started sucking his dick wetly. As her face bobbed up and down on Tim's thick shaft, she slid her index finger in and out of her steaming cunt.

I'd never seen her this excited. Her ass was gyrating wildly, and she was making loud slurping and moaning sounds as she worked on Tim's cock. She slid her finger out of her cunt, and pressed the tip into her ass. Again she turned to look at me.

"Come fuck me," she moaned.

I was angry, jealous, and to my embarrassment, aroused. I am not a violent person, but the witch's brew of emotions Amy had stirred in me made me want to hurt her. She had gone back to sucking Tim's cock when I got up to approach her.

I kneeled behind that perfect ass, my cock so hard it actually hurt. I spanked her ass hard, the sound like a gunshot.

"Owww!" Amy yelped.

"You wanna be fucked? Fine, I'll fuck you," I grunted.

I aimed my cock and shoved it all the way up her cunt in one hard, angry stroke. I grabbed her ass cheeks roughly and pulled them apart so I get complete penetration, and then I started pounding her as hard as I could. I wanted it to hurt, but she was so wet, and so turned on, that my cock just slid into her easily.

Amy was moaning louder now, obviously enjoying my rough assault on her pussy. I spanked her ass again, but I just could not bring myself to keep hitting her. I thought about raping her ass, but as much as I wanted to hurt Amy at one level, at another I loved her and just wanted all of this to stop.

As I felt her ass thrusting back against me, and as I watched her making love to Tim's cock, I started to get melancholy. I stopped thrusting, and my cock quickly deflated. As it slid back out of her, she turned toward me, "Did you cum?" she asked, oblivious.

I nodded and backed away. Amy immediately stood up and climbed into Tim's lap. He buried his face into her ample bosom, and she quickly impaled herself onto his glistening shaft. They both started moaning loudly, manifestly relishing each other's bodies.

I got up and stumbled to bed. I waited up for a while, but Amy didn't join me before I dozed off. When I woke up the next morning after a fitful night's sleep, I realized that Amy's side of the bed had not been slept in.

Neither Tim nor Amy were up when I left for work. It was certainly a blessing of sorts. I could not imagine facing either one of them. I had a miserable day at work, hungover and miserable and I dreaded going home, but ultimately I had nowhere else to go.

Amy and Tim were both in the kitchen when I got home. He was wearing sweat pants and t-shirt, and Amy was in her bathrobe, her hair still wet from a recent shower. Tim was drinking a beer, and Amy handed me one without asking.

I didn't even have to ask about their day. Their continual glances, his tired smile, and her contented glow made it abundantly clear that they had spent the day screwing each other's brains out.

Without saying a word, I took my beer and went upstairs to the master bedroom. The covers were off the bed, allowing the sheets to air out, but the room still reeked of sweat and sex. For some reason the knowledge that they had fucked in my marital bed really got to me. I had lost control of the situation a long time ago, but they seemed to have gone from being furtive and apologetic about their liaisons to being brazen and impenitent, and somehow that made things worse.

I gulped my beer and stepped into the shower. I turned the temperature way up, and stepped into the steamy stall. For a few moments, I felt the myself start to relax, but that was only a temporary respite as it suddenly occurred to me that they had probably showered together and fondled each other on this very spot. Sickened, I got out and dried myself off.

They had ordered Chinese food for dinner, apparently they were too busy to cook before I got home. Wordlessly, I shoveled down a carton of Lo Mein. Amy said that there was a movie she wanted to see on cable, and I grunted in response.

The three of us sat in front of the TV watching the movie. By now unsurprisingly, but still insultingly, Amy sat with Tim on the couch leaving me the armchair. I had trouble focusing on the plot; it was some sort of mystery and I didn't have the energy to pay attention. The fact that I was on my fifth beer didn't help matters either.

I was sort of dozing off when I turned to look at Tim and Amy. The drawstring on Tim's sweatpants was undone, and the waistband was pulled down exposing his cock. Amy was resting comfortably, her head on his stomach as she casually sucked the head of his cock like an oversized lollipop. I looked at them in shock, even now unable to believe this cold, sober act of adultery.

"What the fuck are you doing," I snapped, "can't you even wait 'til I'm out of the fucking room?"

Tim stared at me in surprise, and Amy seemed shocked by my outburst. Amy pulled away from Tim's cock, and stormed off into the kitchen. After a moment, I followed after her.

"I'm not gonna stop seeing Tim," Amy said as I entered the kitchen behind her. She was standing with her arms folded, and a somber look on her face.

"Do you realize what you are doing?" I asked plaintively.

"It was your idea in the first place," she taunted me.

"Amy, it wasn't my idea that you'd sleep with him incessantly. Shit, I didn't even ever think anything would happen."

"Jack, don't take this the wrong way, but I need Tim. I love you, I only like Tim, but I need him. I've never understood what the phrase 'purely physical attraction' meant until now."

"Amy, I can't do this. I can't live like this."

She looked at me gravely. "Don't make me choose. Please, don't make me choose," she repeated as a warning. "Tim is only going to be here for another couple of days."

I didn't know what to say. Here was my wife basically telling me that she would leave me rather than deny herself another 48 hours of sex with another man. Mutely, I watched as Amy stalked into back into the living room to talk to Tim before ostentatiously heading up the stairs toward the bedroom.

I went back into the living room in time to stop Tim from heading up the stairs after her.

"Tim, don't do this to me," I begged.

Tim just smirked at me. "Do you mind if we use your bed? The sleeper sofa in the basement just doesn't cut it for an active night."

"You fucking bastard. Two days ago, you were crying in your fucking beer about Jenny screwing the gardener behind your back. Now you are breaking up _my_ marriage."

A flash of anger cross Tim's face as I mentioned Jenny, but he quickly composed himself. In two days Tim had become cold and arrogant.

He fixed me with a harsh glare. "You're just jealous because I make Amy cum like she's never cum before."

"Goddammit Tim, this isn't about Amy's fucking orgasms. This is about you fucking me over. You think your whole life is better now because my wife can't keep her hands off you?"

"Jack, look, it's real simple. Amy is an amazing piece of ass. She's got the body of a porn star, and she fucks like one too. Anyway, it seems to me that your problem is with her, not with me. Every time I turn around she tries to put my dick in her mouth."

"You're an asshole," I hissed lamely.

"Whatever," he shrugged, "I'm going upstairs now."

Defeated I grabbed another beer and slinked away into the basement to be as far away from them as possible. I wallowed in self-pity for a while, but after about half an hour, I decided I'd had enough. It was better to confront them than let this go on. Whether she liked it or not, I was going to make Amy choose.

As I approached the bedroom, I could hear them moaning and groaning. They had left the door wide open, their sense of decency and shame long gone. As I approached, I had a moment of optimism. Amy was on her hands and knees with Tim screwing her from behind, but Amy didn't have a rapturous on her face. Instead, her mouth was drawn tight and she was wincing with each thrust. I thought that maybe she had had enough, that Tim's oversized cock had finally worn her out, and that she might now be amenable to ending this nightmare.

I stepped into the room, and both Tim and Amy looked up at me without stopping what they were doing. I had rehearsed a little speech on my way up the stairs, and I started to speak, but when I looked at them closer I just stopped.

What I hadn't noticed from the doorway was that Tim wasn't screwing Amy's pussy, he was butt fucking her. I just stared in shock as I watched him pound more than half his cock into her ass with every stroke.

I was bewildered and frustrated. Amy had been turning away my hints about anal sex for years with the excuse that she had tried it with an old boyfriend and really didn't like it. Now though, she was passively taking Tim horse cock up her ass. Tim seemed like he could read my mind. He grinned smugly and started fucking her harder making her squeal and yelp with each stroke.

She looked up at me for a second, and then put her head back down. "Oh yeah," she moaned, "fuck me harder. Fuck my ass with that big, beautiful cock." It was like she was getting off on humiliating me.

Tim gave her an unending series of short, hard strokes, making her big tits shake wildly beneath her. He looked at me, and held his hands out, palm up as if to say, "Is this great, or what?"

Switching his rhythm, Tim pulled his cock almost all the way out, and then slowly drove it back in until he was balls deep in my wife's rear. As he hit bottom, Amy let out an eerie gurgling noise and fell forward onto the bed, her face now buried in the bed cover. He deep dicked her for a while, picking up the pace as he went and pressing her face into the mattress.

Amy was moaning and gasping continuously. She reached one hand back between her legs and diddled her clit in time to his thrusts. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," she moaned, her hand now alternating between frigging herself off and fondling his egg-sized balls. With a high pitched cry, Amy's whole body shuddered suddenly.

"I can feel you cumming," Tim gasped out.

"Yes, oh God, yes," she sighed by way of a reply.

Tim kept boning her hard. "Your ass feels so good," he said.

"Cum in my ass. I want to feel you cum in my ass," Amy pleaded.

He grabbed her hips and started pumping even harder. He was now using her ass like a cunt, and Amy was loving the rough assault.

"Harder baby, harder, cum in my ass," she grunted sluttily.

"Oh yeah, here it comes!" Tim yelled suddenly as he buried his nearly foot long member all the way in.

After he came, Tim pulled Amy back up so that they were pressed together, her back to his chest. With his dick still in her ass, he fondled her big tits. She turned her head and they kissed passionately.

She turned back to look at me. "Did you have something to say?"

"I... I..." I stammered, but I just couldn't seem to form the words in my mouth. I could not think straight watching their sweaty bodies still coupled together. Tim was fondling her nipples and as he rolled those erect raspberries between his thumb and forefinger, Amy's eyes seemed to roll back into her head. She slowly pumped her hips, relishing the feel of him inside her. It was all too much, and I went mute.

"That's what I thought," she said contemptuously. Then she turned to Tim and gave him another deep kiss. "You want to take a shower?"

"Only if you let me eat your pussy afterwards."

Amy groaned with delight, "let's go."

They untangled themselves and Amy went into the bathroom with Tim following. Just before stepping inside her turned to me.

"Stick around, you'll love what I have planned for later," he said with a cruel laugh.

When I heard the shower start up, I grabbed an overnight bag from the closet and packed with a few days worth of clothes. As I was finishing my packing, I could her the two of them moaning above the sounds of shower, and as I exited the room, I could hear the rhythmic slapping of flesh that told of their renewed coupling.

I went to a local hotel, and got a room. I didn't call Amy to tell her where I was. I was tempted to call for a escort as a way of getting some sort of revenge for Amy's cheating, but I knew that paying for sex would be a hollow feeling and probably make me feel worse in the long run. So I half-emptied the minibar instead.

The next day I went to work, half-expecting a call from Amy, but she didn't call me, and I didn't call her. I went back to the hotel that night, and emptied the other half of the minibar.

On Friday after work I finally went home. I knew Tim was supposed to leave that morning, and I hoped he had.

Amy was waiting for me in the living room. The house had been thoroughly cleaned and smelled of disinfectant. I didn't want to know what this was meant to cover up. Amy and I didn't say a word. I circled her warily, half-expecting her to tell me she was leaving me, or that Tim was moving in. But she said nothing of the sort, in fact, she said nothing.

Instead, she walked up to me, and dropped to her knees submissively. She unzipped my pants, reached in and pulled out my cock, and proceeded to give me a vigorous tongue bath. I got hard right away, and Amy fucked my dick with her mouth, taking me all the way into her throat. After only a couple of minutes, I was ready to shoot my load when suddenly Amy stopped.

For a moment, I feared that she had just been teasing me. But then she turned around and got on her hands and knees. She lifted up her dress to expose her naked ass and shaved snatch. Without any more preliminaries, I moved in tight behind her and shoved my engorged penis into her tight cunt. I pumped her once, twice, three times, and then pulled out.

Amy understood what I wanted right away. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks wide, offering me her puckered little bud. I position the head of my cock against her anus, and slowly twisted it in. Amy gasped as the tip pressed past her sphincter. I grabbed her hips, and with one rough thrust hammered my cock all the way into her tight ass.

Amy cried out in pain, and started to squirm, but she seemed to realize this was the price she had to pay for her four days with Tim. I raped her ass brutally, reaming her out as hard as I could. Amy was hissing and squealing, but after only a couple of minutes, I came deep into her ass.

She waited until I had shot my load, and then she spun around again. Her face was flushed and tear-streaked, and her eyes were red-rimmed. She held my slimy cock in her hand and looked up at me. Then she slowly approached my cock.