He Fucked My Girl Ch. 06

[Okay, I'll give this warning again -- if you don't like cuckold stories, you will hate this story. Proceed at your own risk.]



About a month after we got home from our honeymoon, we were going to an engagement party for some friends who just got engaged (believe it or not, their names were Jack and Jill). The morning of the party I said, "Ricky will probably be there."

"Yeah, I think he will be," Jen said making coffee. We hadn't seen Ricky since getting back, but I knew they continued to text each other.

"Do you want to ask him over after?"

Jen stopped making coffee and looked at me. "Are you serious?"

"I know you want to," I said, grinning. I hugged her from behind and reached into her PJ bottoms. "The thought probably makes you wet."

"Mike, stop!' she said laughing, pushing my hand away. She smiled at me with a sparkle in her eyes. "You really want to?"

I pointed to my crotch. My erection tented my shorts. "What do you think?" I said grinning.

She smiled, and then looked thoughtful. "Hmmm ... well he is my boyfriend after all ..."

"Hey!" I yelled. I grabbed her and carried her to the bedroom, dumping her on our bed. She shrieked and laughed all the way there, and we had a quick morning fuck.

For the party, Jen wore the same clingy sundress she'd worn when she'd fucked Kyle. But this time she also wore stockings. Maybe she wore the stockings because it was colder in NYC, but also because she knew Ricky was going to be there and he clearly liked seeing her in nylons (just like me).

There were tons of people at the party, and as we mingled we separated. As always, my pretty Jen was a bubbly social butterfly, laughing and talking with everyone. Most people hadn't seen her wedding ring close up, so she proudly showed it off to all our friends. I lost sight of her for a while, and when I saw her again she was talking to Ricky. Ricky had brought a date, an extremely young looking brunette.

A little later I pulled Jen away from the rest of the party. "Did you ask Ricky?" I asked excitedly.

"Mike," she said exasperated, blushing. "I'm not going to ask, that's your job. Anyway, he's with Claire."

"Who is she?" I asked looking across the room at Ricky's date.

"I don't know, jailbait I think," Jen said giggling. Claire looked young, a cute curvy brunette with a big chest. She whispered in my ear. "You probably want a foursome so you can get your hands on Claire."

"You'd be okay with that?" I said surprised.

"I can't exactly complain with all I've done," she said smiling, a sparkle in her eye.

"I'll talk to Ricky," I said, my head reeling. I hadn't thought about another girl. My fantasies revolved around Jen with other men. Not that sex with Claire wasn't appealing. She was a knockout. She and Jen were clearly the prettiest girls at the party.

The thought intimidated me too. I'm okay looking but no movie star, and I'd gained weight since college. I'm also not that big, if you know what I mean. To be honest, Jen was way out of my league, but for some reason she'd fallen in love with me. Opposites attract, I guess. But I wasn't sure Claire would be interested in me given how pretty she was.

A few minutes later I saw Ricky head to the bathroom so I followed. "Hey Ricky," I said in the hallway, and we shook hands. "Um ..." I stammered, suddenly nervous. How do you ask a guy to fuck your wife? "Jen looks really pretty tonight, huh?" I said feeling stupid as soon as I said it.

"Yeah, she does, she always looks good," he said, a knowing smile on his face. He knew where I was going with this.

"So ... you want to come over after the party?" I purposely only invited him, not Claire.

His smile grew wider. He got the point about Claire too. "Sure. I'll take Claire home, and then come over."

Later at their apartment, we waited nervously for Ricky to arrive. "I can't believe we're doing this again," Jen said more than once, but she was clearly just as excited as me.

Ricky arrived, and he strolled in like he owed the place. In a way, his confidence made us less nervous. I think his "take control" approach stemmed from his military training, although he'd always been that way.

He shook my hand, and then hugged Jen and gave her a long open mouth kiss. He left her gasping for breath. We sat down, Jen with me on the sofa and Ricky on the chair opposite us.

"What did you do with Claire? How old is she anyway, 18?" Jen asked laughing.

"Hey, she's 19," Ricky said, pretending to be indignant.

"Oh, that's so much better!" she replied with playful scorn.

"She may be young, but she's something else in bed! She's taught me some things!"

"I thought Marines already knew everything," Jen said with a smile, and then teased, "Or thought they knew everything."

Ricky gave her a confident, knowing smile. "I've never heard you complain."

His reference to their intimate relations suddenly reminded us what he was doing there, and things got awkward. Jen looked down at her hands nervously, and I wasn't sure how to relieve the awkwardness. As before, though, Ricky took control. Looking at me, he said "Hey buddy, I brought over a bottle of wine but it's in my car, can you go get it?"

"Sure Ricky," I said. It annoyed me to be ordered around, especially in my own house, but I knew this would give him time alone with Jen, and that was why he was here anyway.

It took me ten minutes to get the wine and return. When I entered our apartment, the first thing I saw was Jen's dress on the floor. Her lacy, A-cup bra lay next to it. Ricky's clothes were scattered on the floor too.

I heard moans from our bedroom. Jen's moans. I walked to the bedroom door and looked in. Ricky was on top of my young wife, between her open legs, fucking her slow. "Yeah, yeah, fuck me Ricky, fuck me," she moaned.

"You missed me babe?" he asked as he long stroked her.

"God yes I missed you!" Jen gushed. The intensity of her admission made me jealous, but that only heightened my excitement. I sat in a chair to the side, able to see everything. Ricky was completely nude. Jen was too, except for her stockings and ankle strap sandals.

Ricky fucked her long and slow, and Jen raised her hips to meet his thrusts, each time the heels of her shoes digging into the mattress. My eyes focused on her feet. Her sandals had only a thin strap around her ankles and another across her toes, so they showed off most of her pretty feet, including the thin seam of nylon that ran across her cute toes.

My eyes focused on how her pussy stretched to accommodate his cock. He was definitely longer and wider than Kyle, and I'm sure Jen couldn't help but notice. He moved his cock in and out slowly, slowly pushing all the way in balls deep, and then slowly pulling out until just his head was still inside. Big thick veins ran up either side of his shaft, and the sight of Jen's pussy straining around them was an exhilarating sight.

My eyes focused on my new bride's pretty face, her forehead glistening with sweat, her nostrils flaring and her jaws clenched as she accommodated his monster cock. And my eyes focused on her hand – her left hand – the diamonds of her wedding and engagement rings sparkling as her fingers clawed at the sheets.

Ricky began fucking her faster and harder, rotating his hips to stimulate her clit and g-spot as before, and Jen writhed under him, her urgent moans making clear her orgasm was close. Then she arched her back and wailed as her orgasm hit. Ricky's timing was perfect as his muscular ass and thighs tensed, and then he was cumming too, his hips jerking with his cock buried balls deep in her pussy, ejaculating his fertile sperm as deep as possible into my bride.

Then it was over, gasping as they came down from their orgasms, their arms around each other. Ricky softly kissed Jen's lips and cheeks. He whispered into her ear, and she nodded while smiling and looking into his eyes. His cock was still buried in her pussy, and her stockinged legs were still wrapped around his muscular thighs.

I hadn't cum yet, so I made a polite cough. They looked over at me as if just remembering I was there. Ricky pulled out of her – his soft cock still long and thick – and I took his place between my wife's open legs. Her pussy gapped open, milky white cum covering the lips. It was the most erotic sight I'd ever seen.

I heard Ricky leave the room as I took out my cock and entered Jen's pussy. I felt barely anything, and I knew she couldn't either. I fucked her slow and then faster, my passion fueled instead of diminished by the lack of friction. There was no passion in her face, she didn't moan, nothing like she'd been with Ricky, but she hugged me and kissed me. It took less than 60 seconds for me to cum, and then we hugged each other and kissed. We stayed like that, and Jen seemed to drift to sleep.

It was passed 2am. "I'm going to tell Ricky he can crash on our sofa," I said.

"Okay," Jen responded sleepily.

Ricky was dressed and drinking a glass of water, looking like he was about to leave. "Ricky, you can crash on the sofa if you want."

He looked at me a long moment and then said, "Thanks buddy, I think I will."

I woke up with Jen between my legs, sucking me. Sensing me awake, she looked up from my cock. "Hi sleepy head," she said with a sultry smile, her blonde hair falling sexily over her pretty face. Then she went back down on me.

After I came we took a shower together. We often did that on weekends, soaping each other and Jen loved it when I washed her hair because I always gave her a scalp massage. We put robes on and went in the kitchen, and were surprised to see Ricky still there.

There was an awkward silence, but once again Ricky took control. He'd made breakfast and he sat us down and served us. Pretty soon we were laughing and talking, drinking coffee and reading the paper.

"I've got to get a wedding gift for Jack and Jill today," Ricky said looking glum.

Jen laughed. "It's not that hard, just get something on their registry."

He shrugged. "I still always get something stupid," he said. Then he added, "Have you gotten them a present yet? You could go with me and get your present, and help me get mine." Ricky looked at Jen as he asked. She knew the invitation was for her only, as did I, and she looked down unsure what to do.

Without thinking, I blurted out "You should go, kill two birds with one stone. I could use the time to get some work done."

Jen gave me a crooked smile, knowing exactly what I was up to. "I guess I'm out voted," she said laughing, and got up to get ready. Ricky and I watched Sports Center as we waited.

When she emerged out of our bedroom, she looked great. She wore her hair down, brushed to a silky luster, and wore light make up with trendy brownish lipstick. She wore a snug top with a chemise underneath. The top had a scoop neckline, showing the lace edging of the chemise. She wore a bra under the chemise, her bra straps peeking out now and then from under the chemise.

She wore skinny jeans that made her long legs look even longer, and emphasized her tight slim dancer's butt. The jeans were low rise and the top not too long, so she'd be showing some skin depending on how she moved. She topped off the outfit with black high heels. The only jewelry she wore were her engagement and wedding rings, and a simple gold chain around her neck. In other words, she looked smoking hot! She gave me a kiss goodbye and they were off.

I went into our bedroom. The dried cum on the sheets were a stark reminder of what we'd done the night before. Jen's stockings lay on the floor, next to her ankle strap heels. She'd woken and taken them off sometime in the middle of the night. I picked up the stockings and ran them through my hands. Then I inspected them. They were laddered, no doubt from the fucking she'd gotten. Splotches of dried cum were caked along the lacy stocking tops. Feeling an uncontrollable urge, I brought the stocking to my nose and inhaled deeply.

The sight reminded me of how her pussy had gapped after Ricky had fucked her. My penis was around 5 inches hard, and not too thick. I knew I couldn't work Jen's pussy the way Ricky could, I couldn't make her pussy look the same way, I couldn't pleasure her the same way. God I was so hot. Jen knew it too of course, and knowing she knew got me even hotter, so hot I felt dizzy.

I took out my hard cock and slowly stroked myself. They'd fuck again today of course. Probably at his apartment. It's not like she'd resisted the idea, she clearly wanted him again, just as much as I wanted him to have her again. God, why was I like this, giving my pretty wife to another man? But I couldn't help it, and paradoxically the self-torment heightened my arousal. It took me only moments to cum.

Around mid-afternoon I got a text from Jen: "We ran into some friends, going for a drink." That surprised me. It was way past noon. I'd assumed they'd be fucking by now. Instead they were still shopping and hanging out.

And they ran into some friends? Her text didn't say who. It wouldn't be unusual for Jen to be out with a male friend by herself (especially someone like Ricky who was both my friend and hers), but what if she ran into college friends who knew our history, who already suspected her of having an affair with Ricky back in college? The prospect made me anxious, but aroused me too.

Around dinner time Jen got home. Ricky was with her. She didn't look freshly fucked, although her lipstick looked freshly applied. "Hi baby," she said, folding into my arms and kissing me deep. We kissed a long time. It felt so good to hold her in my arms.

"I guess I'll take off now," Ricky said, the moment somewhat awkward.

Jen rubbed my chest. "I'll be right back," she said to me softly. Then she walked Ricky to the door. I couldn't see them – they were on the other side of the wall – but I heard whispers, and then what sounded like brief kissing. A few moments later, the door closed and Jen came back to me. We sat on the sofa and she snuggled into my arms.

"What did you do today?" I finally asked.

"We just hung out."

"You ran into friends?"

"Yeah – Millie and Shawn." She giggled. "They were shopping for Jack and Jill's wedding present too."

"Did they suspect anything?"

"I don't think so. They asked about you, and I told them you had to work." She giggled again. "I put my foot in Ricky's lap. You should have seen his face!"

I smiled at her. "You're such a tease."

"You know it," she said with a sly smile, rising up on the sofa. She straddled my legs and put her arms around my neck, kissing me.

"Why didn't you fuck him?" I asked between kisses. "You know it would've been okay with me."

"Yeah, by now I know that," she giggled. "He wanted to."

"So why didn't you?"

Finally she broke the kiss, pulling back a little so we could look at each other. "I don't know, it was kind of weird," she said rubbing my chest.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know," she said with a shrug, looking uncertain. "We hung out all day. It was fun. It kinda felt like, I don't know, like a date I guess."

"Well duh, he's your boyfriend right?" I said teasingly.

She frowned and pushed against me. "Don't joke Mike. I mean, I never thought of Ricky that way. Until today he was like, I don't know, a friend with benefits I guess. We had so much fun today. We never ran out of things to talk about. He's actually kind of sensitive. I mean, I don't know, I think if we weren't married, I could actually see dating him."

I frowned at her, not understanding. "I don't get it. We're both into this game, right? Sowing our wild oats?"

"Baby, that's what I'm saying," she said, urgency creeping into her voice as she tried to make me understand. "It's okay as long as it's a game. But what if I start having feelings for him?"

In life, you usually don't know when you're at a crossroads. But at that moment I knew I was at one. I could end this now and have my pretty Jen with her delicious body all to myself. Hell, we could find another FWB to add no commitment spice to our marriage. But my fantasies were like a drug. The more I experienced the more I wanted. And god I wanted this! I was rock hard, my arousal growing as she spoke.

"It's okay baby," I assured her, feeling incredibly excited but also feeling like we were stepping off a cliff. "You know, it's like having a crush. That's all it is. It's part of the fun."

"You really think so?" she asked looking doubtful, but also not resisting the idea. Maybe she just needed my reassurance, my okay with it. "I guess a crush isn't too bad."

"No not too bad," I said kissing her and pulling off her clothes. God I was so hot!

"Just a crush," she said kissing me back and opening her legs. "Not too bad."