Joe’s Story: Our Son’s Friend

Nellie giggled. She snuggled up against me, lazily, and kissed me on the mouth. "Nellie, that was fucking great!" I said.

"Ben though so too." she said.

"But, you sucked another man's cock?" I asked, the post-orgasm clarity bringing me back to reality.

"No, you make is sound so sexual. He didn't fuck me, after all. This pussy belongs to you, and only you" She assured me. "I simply helped a young patient masturbate so he could sleep, and then, I didn't want that sticky cum all over my clean robe, so I..improvised. It was all very clinical." she said.

But, neither of us were convinced.

I got very little sleep that night. I lay in bed, mind racing, thinking about what had happened. My loving, sweet wife had snuck into my son's room, in my own home, and given his college buddy a blowjob. And swallowed his cum. And then come back upstairs and fucked my brains out. And I had watched it happen!

I wasn't sure exactly how I felt about everything. I mean, I was playing it cool, but was it? I should have been angry, sure, and a little hurt, I guess. But I was also surprisingly turned on by the thought of my wife having this side to her, this dirty, slutty, impulsive and risky side. Was this the first time something like this had happened? Was she going to do more? Why hadn't I said anything, and instead just watched it happen? And I certainly couldn't complain about the sex for the last two nights, it was wild, passionate and exhilarating. Nellie, my wife, seemed to be perfectly at ease with this turn of events.

The next day Ben and I spent most of it doing yard work and jobs around the house. Ben and I caught fish and cooked the over a fire for lunch, We all had dinner together again, and the evening passed uneventfully. No one brought up the elephant in the room, no one wanted to trigger any drama. It's as if it never happened. Ben was his same, respectful self, Nellie paid him no extra attention. We drove into town and watched a minor league baseball game together, and then on returning home, late, Nellie and I told Ben we were heading up to bed. We went through our normal evening routine yet again, reading quietly next to each other. My eyes were on my book but I couldn't concentrate on the words on the page. Was she going to go suck his cock again tonight? I lay next to my wife, slowly drifting off, when we heard the shower in Ben's room. Nellie said "I'm going to go make sure Ben has everything he needs, be back soon," and grabbed a hair band from her nightstand, putting her hair up in a ponytail as she slid out of bed.

I grunted a response, as if it was perfectly normal. But my heart was racing.

I sat there, in the darkness of our bedroom, on the cool sheets of our marital bed, and waited for my wife to return. 25 long minutes passed, and I heard her quietly walking up the stairs and creeping towards our room. As she opened the door and entered, heading for our master bathroom, I flicked on the bedside lamp. She looked at me, apparently a little surprised that I was still awake. In the illumination of the lamp, I could see that she was flushed, sweaty, and had a shiny, sticky fluid around her lips and on her chin.

"What took you so long down there?" I asked, still not sure if it really happened again.

"Oh I think you know." She said, matter of factually.

"Tell me." I insisted.

"Well, Ben was there, in Ian's room, still wet from the shower, naked. Hard. His cock was standing out straight, and bobbed when he walked."

I could tell she was still extremely turned on from what she had just done in our son's room, to his young friend, presumably expecting that she was going to come back upstairs and get fucked by her loving husband, a repeat of the last two nights.

"Are you...sure you want to hear about it?"

"Yes, baby, I do," I replied. She paused, took a deep breath, and sat next to me on the bed.

"He asked me if I liked it, sucking his cock, and I honestly can't remember what I said. Then he is telling me that normally he has to jack off in the shower before going to sleep each night, but if I wanted, I could...help him again. Joe, I don't know what I was thinking, but I just kept looking at that young, hard cock and...I walked over, knelt down, and started stroking it. He said I was so beautiful, on my knees, looking up at him. His cock was so hot, so hard, he started leaking pre-cum almost immediately. He smiled, and closed his eyes as I jacked him, first with one hand and then eventually with both wrapped around his shaft, for about five minutes. Then he sort of signed at me, told me "It's going to take long time for me to to cum just from your hand, Nellie." I said "that's all your getting, young man!" but I felt his hot cock throb in my hands, and a tiny quirt of precum shot out, landing on my cheek, I used my fingers to wipe it up, then I tasted it."

Ben smiled, and said "That's my girl." Those words sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to please him. "

"I looked at the slick, swollen head of his penis, slimy trail of precum leaking down the underside of his cock, and...I bent forward, opened my lips wide and slid my mouth down over it. I sucked, and licked, and in few minutes I could feel him tense up and he...he came in my mouth. And I swallowed it again. (she closed her eyes, as if savoring it again) I loved sucking his cock, and the taste of his young cum, there's so much of it! I stood up, told him good night, and rushed back to you, my husband. I was so fucking horny, I AM so fucking horny! I couldn't wait to get back into our bed, I need you to fuck me so badly!"

"Wow...I honestly can't believe that this is my wife doing and saying these things." I said, honestly. "I know, but you seemed so turned on by it, I though you wanted me to keep going!" she admitted.

"I could have stopped this last night and I didn't, and I'm still not sure why, but watching you...be like this, watching this side of you. It was...exciting. I didn't know it existed, and I was turned on by it. But as long as you can assure me you're in control, that I won't lose my wife to this, "fling"?" I asked

"Yes, yes, yes, I promise, I love you so much!" she practically shouted, kissing my cheeks and face and mouth over and over, seemingly forgetting that she still had Ben's jizz on her chin.

"I love you, Nellie."

"I love you, Joe!" she said. She mounted me and we fucked like animals in heat, rough, passionate lovemaking as if we were in college again, and then with me still inside her, fell asleep in each others arms.

The next day, I woke up feeling relaxed, oddly enough, and well rested. Again, no one said a word about the night before, and no one acted any different, it was spooky, in a way. Ben took a motorcycle to go exploring, but made it back in around 8pm. "I'm exhausted, I grabbed something to eat in town." He said. "If its OK with you two, I'm gonna have an early night."

"Sure thing, Ben," I replied, and Nellie and I decided that we would give him some peace and quiet and head to bed a little early ourselves. We laid in bed, reading and enjoying the time alone. After about an hour, I started to notice that Nellie was becoming more and more restless next to me. She kept rolling over, side to side, adjusting her position. After about 20 minutes of this, she finally found a position she liked, and resumed reading her book.

"Do you want to fool around?" I asked, rolling towards her and placing my hand on her breast, squeezing it gently through her t-shirt. I gently squeezed her nipple which was already hard from her self-ministrations.

"No, no, maybe not tonight, sorry, I was just...edgy for some reason," she replied.

"OK," I said, honestly disappointed, rolling back over and returning to my book. A few more minutes passed, and again I noticed her being restless, rubbing her thighs together, not able to get comfortable.

"You...you want to go back to him, don't you?" I said, signing with defeat.

"What? No! I'm just a little restless!" she quickly replied.

"Nellie...you have been squirming around over there for the last 45 minutes. I know something is up."

She looked at me, paused, and sighed. "Joe, you're right. I've been lying here thinking about...his cock. I can't help it! It just...it unlocked something in me. It flipped some kind of erotic switch in my brain. I've been thinking about it, how hard it gets, how it tastes, how he squirms when I suck him."

"Nellie...if you really want to, if you can swear to me that it isn't romantic, or emotional, that you don't have feelings for Ben...If you want to, you know.. Go suck his cock." Those were words I never thought I'd head myself say. I waited for an answer.

She lay very quiet, very still, for what seemed like eternity. Eventually, she turned to me, and said, "Are you...are you sure? You won't be angry, or hurt? I can't deny that I just really, really want to go to him and..." she couldn't finish the sentence, but looked at me expectantly.

"And suck his cock?" I finished for her.

She looked at me solemnly, and slowly nodded her head.

"Nellie...I'm not going get laid until you get back, am I?" Then, feeling bad for my dumb comment, said "I guess. Enjoy yourself. But...come back up to me after. You are still my wife!"

She beamed at me, wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a big, deep kiss.

"Oh thank you Joe, thank you for being so understanding. I promise. I will come right back up here and give you anything you want, I will fuck you silly!" she said.

I smiled at her and despite the insanity of the situation, I couldn't help but chuckle at her schoolgirl-like glee at the prospect of getting my permission to go off and service the hard cock of my son's childhood buddy.

She slid out of bed and bolted to the door and out into the hallway, not even bothering to grab her robe. I lay in bed, patiently awaiting her return, knowing that her pussy would be soaking wet and ready to go for me when she returned, and still not entirely sure exactly what I was getting myself into.

The rest of the week, we settled into this new routine, something I couldn't ever have imagined happening. Each day, we would go about our lives as normal, Ben and I going on about our day, Nellie taking care of the house, cooking, and every night, after we went to bed, my loving, adoring wife would walk to my son's room where she would get on her knees and service the thick, hard cock of my son's childhood friend. Then she would return to our room, and proceed to fuck my brains out. It was a bizarre arrangement, I'll grant you that, but I honestly haven't seen her happier in a long time. I was certainly enjoying it, but that nagging feeling that her arousal was not triggered by me, but Ben, haunted my dreams.

As the week went on, she started becoming more brazen and relaxed about the whole thing, presumably as she began to come to terms with the idea that I wasn't angry, and was accepting of the situation. The first few nights she returned as usual, a little flushed and sweaty, pussy soaking through her panties, and ready to go. On Wednesday night, she came to bed with what was obviously a significant amount of cum on her lips, chin and neck. When I asked her about this, she smiled bashfully and said, "Ben wanted to cum on my face tonight...I could feel every powerful pulse through his shaft, and see every hot jet of white cream as it hit my face! It was so hot!" It was hard for me to think of a reason to object when I didn't seem to have a problem with her swallowing his creamy spunk the previous nights, so I didn't say anything. But, this was a new development, he sent her back to me with plain evidence, on her face, of her sexual infidelity. As if she was wearing his shirt, or had his name written on her ass.

And then next few nights she was routinely coming back to bed with her face plastered with Ben's jizz. She was at first hesitant to kiss me or get her face too close to mine until she washed, but soon she became a little aggressive, kissing me as soon as she returned, and I didn't resist, frequently tasting his slick salty cum on my wife's sexy face. "Ben loved learning that you kiss me with a face full of his cum! It gets him so hard!" I didn't like that he knew I knew, but I guess that's better than if he thought he was sneaking around behind my back. Funny how things work out.

As always she would start telling me details while she was riding my cock or I was on top of her, pounding her pussy. She would look into my eyes and recount for me what she had just finished doing.

"Its so fucking hard, Joe, I can't wait to get my lips around it. And its so hard, and hot, and he has these smooth balls too. We don't even really talk much anymore, he just steps out of the shower when I walk over there, hard and ready. But I just...I love pleasing it, sucking it, licking it. He...tells me I do a good job, and it makes my pussy so wet. He calls me his hot sexy cock sucker, can you believe it? I can't help but rub my little clitty while I'm blowing him, and tonight I came twice just from that. And his cum...there's so much!. It makes me feel like such a dirty little college slut again."

"You are a dirty little slut!" I said as I pounded her pussy harder, feeling my own orgasm approaching rapidly.

'Cum in me, cum in my pussy honey, I want to have two loads in me right now, from my two different men; one in my mouth and one in my cunt! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she panted.

That was enough to put me over the edge and I felt a surge after surge of hot semen filled the tight, juicy pussy of my sweet wife. She purred contentedly and rolled off, and quickly drifted off to sleep. I had to admit that we've never had hotter sex, and whatever my wife was getting from my gifted young man downstairs, I was reaping the rewards.

The next morning, I woke up a little before my alarm, and noticed that Nellie wasn't in bed next to me. This was unusual as our typical morning routine, she was already up and out of bed? I listened but couldn't hear any noise, so I quietly got out of bed and went to look for her. As I walked into the living room, I found who I was looking for...my wife, in a similar position to the night I had watched them, except in our living room, on our couch, down on her knees, mouth full of Ben's cock. This was a new and unexpected advancement in our arrangement, and I wasn't sure exactly how I felt about it. It seemed much more private and respectful in the bedroom. But here? My living room, not the bedroom, and brazenly right in front of me. Not discrete, or subtle, but almost daring me to challenge the hold he had on my wife.

I watched her for a minute or two, silently, and then cleared my throat to let them know I was in the room. She immediately stopped, plopped his dick out of her mouth, and looked up at me.

"Oh, hey baby, sorry, I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep. I came downstairs and Ben was already up. Are you...OK if I finish him?" Even as she talked to me, she kept stroking him.

This was a pivotal turning point for this developing situation, as until now Ben was fairly discrete about my wife's nightly excursions. But he was brazen now! Was this getting to be too much? Should I put a stop to this? Why was my cock getting so fucking hard?

"Ummm...yeah?" I awkwardly replied.

"Mmmm, thanks!" my wife cheerfully replied and resumed lavishing Ben's cock with her tongue, licking up the seeping pre-cum that had dripped down his shaft while we were talking. She was showing off for me.

Ben turned his head around to look at me, winked, and he placed his hand on the back of my wife's head, slowly pushing her down, feeding his cock into her throat. She opened her lips wide and glided her mouth about halfway down the shaft. She made some quiet whimpering, gagging noises, as he gently fucked her throat. She then pulled back and started rapidly bobbing her head up and down on the fat, pink knob, eager to continue pleasing him.

I knew I shouldn't be watching, but I couldn't look away, she was so turned on, so lustful, so alive, on her knees servicing a young stud, completely a sexual creature. So beautiful. So erotic.

"Where you do you want my hot cum today, my sweet little cock sucker?" he said, I could hear him from the kitchen.

"Anywhere you want, Ben, just fucking give it to me, I want it, I need your hot fucking cream, cum for me!" I heard by quiet, reserved wife reply lustily, using language I've never heard her use before and didn't even think she ever would. I felt myself getting hard.

"OK, on your face then, your slut face?" Ben said, pulling her head back by the hair, grabbing his cock with his hand and pumping 5 or 6 large, creamy loads across my wife's forehead, cheeks and lips. She moaned with ecstasy, savoring the warm, wet load.

I was kind of shocked back into reality when I realized he'd ejaculated, and I watched him, painting my wife with cum like a prize. I got up and made coffee in the kitchen and started sipped the hot aromatic brew, when my wife walked up behind me and gave me a hug. I turned and saw her, grinning from ear to ear, her face still smeared in his jizz. I've never seen a nastier, sluttier sight, and she looked pleased with herself as she showed off her cum covered face to me. She was practically bouncing, as if she'd won a free t-shirt at the monster truck rally. She licked her lips and drew in a few splatters of Ben's hot, dripping semen, grinning and saying "Mmmm, so hot and fresh!"

In the span of one week, my wife had gone from guilty voyeurism and clinical "It's nothing I haven't seen as a nurse." to sucking that boy's cock right in front of me and joking about wearing his semen, and even eating his cum. How far was this going to go? Was this getting out of hand?

"So...it isn't just "help him sleep"?" I asked her plaintively.

"Sorry honey, I just woke up early, and Ben was awake, almost naked, and already hard!" she said, with a guilty smile.

"No, no, its fine I guess, just was a little surprised."

"Thank you, thank you, I love you so much Joe!" she said and gave me a big, sticky, cum-splattered kiss. I couldn't help but taste his hot semen literally covering her entire face, and the taste was not that unpleasant, but I didn't like that she kissed me, covered in his fresh cum, while he watched us.

"Thanks for the coffee," Ben said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a cup, still nude, his softening but still impressive cock dangling as he walked, dripping cum still. He was in great physical shape and obviously was comfortable with his body and being nude walking around my house, at least now he was.

Having my wife sneak off and suck his cock was one thing I'd come to accept (I know how that sounds, believe me) but doing it in front of me, giving her a facial wile I watched, and walking around nude, just seemed arrogant, almost disrespectful. It was getting worse, and I wondered if the wild fucking I was getting from Nell in return, was worth it?

That morning, Ben again took the motorcycle out again and I was busy around the yard until late. After dinner, We were watching some TV, the room lights were dim, and I was kind of dozing off in the shadow of the TV, when I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye. I carefully turned and looked, and Nellie had removed her shirt, standing topless while Ben, unbuttoned her jeans. Then, she slipped them off, and modeled her lacy panties for Ben. As I watched this, she then got down on her knees between Ben's legs and started unbuckling his belt. Was she really going to blow him again, with me sitting right here? Apparently she was, as he lifted up his ass, allowing her to pull his pants and underwear down, and allowing his already hard tool to pop up, and bounce a little. She giggled at that, and wrapped her delicate hand around his rigid pole, stroking slowly. After a moment she slid her other hand into the waistband of her panties and started furiously rubbing her clit.