Tommy's Wife Turns Him Out

"All right," said Meg, orchestrating. "Get on all fours, like a dog. Right. Crawl over Laurie—no, not like that, moron. Do a sixty-nine. Put your dick in her face—God, that thing was never so fucking big for me!—okay, good, right. Hold your head above her legs."

Meg grabbed a pillow from the couch, sat in front of me, and laid back, putting the pillow behind her head. She spread her legs, and the familiar scent of my wife's pussy wafted up. "You may be gay, but you're still going to be useful to me. Get to work."

I brought my head to Meg's pussy and started running my tongue around her labia. She was incredibly wet. I didn't really want to be here-—I missed Andrew's cock so much—but over the years I'd gotten really good at eating Meg's pussy, so I didn't mind too much. I got to work, eager to please her.

I heard noises behind me. Andrew had come back. A plastic lid popped open, and cold fingers stroked liquid coolness on my asshole, and then pressed inside me. Fuck, yes. Then the fingers left and the plastic lid closed. Hot hands gripped my hips. Something hot and big and blunt pressed up against my asshole.

"Yes," Meg gasped. I was doing good work on her. "Good. That's my boy. Andrew, go ahead. Take it. Take his ass. Fuck my husband."

Andrew slowly pushed the head in. He groaned, and I gasped. I'd done a little anal play before. The guys I'd been with, they wanted to fuck me, but I only let them blow and finger me, which really wasn't at all fair, I realized now. And I'd asked Meg to finger my ass, too—something she hated, but I'd talked her into it. But I'd never had anything remotely as large as Andrew's cock in my ass. Although I wanted it badly, it still hurt.

"Relax," Meg told me. "Take it in. Andrew, go slow. If you hurt him, he won't be able to eat me right."

I relaxed my sphincter in the same way I'd relaxed my throat. And Andrew took his time. I could tell he really wanted inside me, and that he really wanted to cum, but he was patient, and gentle, and sensitive.

I really liked Andrew. I wondered if I could fall in love with him.

I felt my dick dragging around on Laurie's face. Dicks aren't sensitive to fine details, but I could tell when I was painting her lips, and her nose, and her eyebrows. She wasn't making as much noise, anymore. I wondered if she was still having fun.

I kept licking Meg as Andrew worked his way into me—in, and in, and in. He wasn't that big—otherwise I couldn't have deepthroated him—but he felt enormous. And glorious. I wanted this. I was so grateful to Meg for showing me the way to myself and to Andrew for desiring me and to Laurie for procuring the drug that made the whole evening possible.

The drug. Laurie said it would wear off in eight hours. We were about an hour in. I wondered what would happen when it wore off and Andrew no longer wanted me, Laurie regained her senses, and Meg no longer "gave a fuck," as she said. But I knew one thing. I'd still be an idiot, and worthless, and queer as a three-dollar-bill. And I'd earn my keep for Meg this way, as long as we both would live. I just knew it.

Andrew finally reached the end of himself, his hips pressed into my buttocks. I'd never felt anything like it—so lovingly filled. Not just of cock, but of purpose. I felt wonderful.

"Fuck him," hissed Meg. "You're paying good money for him. Get your money's worth."

Andrew gripped my hips and slowly pulled himself out. Then, just as slowly, he pushed himself back in. He was being to let my ass accommodate his cock. Such a good guy. I understood what Laurie saw in him. Maybe Laurie and I could share him. Maybe Meg would let that happen, and Laurie and Andrew would be okay with it, even when the drug wore off. Maybe Meg and Laurie and Andrew would all take the drug again. There was plenty left. I wouldn't need any more, of course.

Meg's clit, already swollen, pumped up more. Her breathing and gasps told me I was doing a good job. But then Andrew revved up and really started pumping my ass, so focusing on Meg got harder—not just because of the jouncing thrusts but also from my own breathless pleasure. I wanted Andrew to slow down, to make it last until the drug wore off and he no longer wanted me. But lust had overwhelmed him. We wanted nothing more than to fuck my brains out, so I was happy with what I got.

I managed—barely—to make Meg cum just as Andrew unloaded in me. Meg hollered, pulling my hair; Andrew roared and pumped out pulse after pulse of cum; and I held firm, the passive object of the wife I served and the man I craved.

Andrew collapsed on me, pushing both of us down onto Laurie. From under my pelvis came muffled screams. Our spent flesh was suffocating her.

Meg, flushed and drenched, grabbed my hair. "Get back on your knees." I did, and Laurie sucked in air. "Now arch your back—no, the other way, dumbass. Back flat and ass up. Good. Andrew: When you're ready, pull out. Slowly. Really slowly. Good, that's the way."

Andrew left me, gapingly empty. He collapsed back on the floor, breathing hard. I stayed on all fours over Laurie.

Meg dragged herself over to Laurie's head. "You rich bitch. Thinking you're better than me because of your job and your money."

Laurie's sounds had changed. Now it was nuuuhhhh, nuuuhhhh, nuuuhhhh. Whatever was happening, she wasn't enjoying herself, anymore.

"You're filth," said Meg. "And you should look it, too. I'm going to paint you in filth."

Oh, no. My heart fell. This was terrible. It was terrible because Laurie might not share Andrew with me, now.

"Oh, husband," Meg said with syrupy-sweetness. "Arch your back the other way. Right, like that. Let that cum just come right on out of you."

I pushed back and up into a semi-squat, Meg's cold hands on my buttocks guiding me. I felt the running tickle of Andrew's semen leaking out of my ass. I bent my head down to look beneath me, past my erection and balls. Dollops of cum dropped out of me and onto Laurie's face. She was still making nuuuhhhh noises. And then Meg gripped Laurie's jaw and forced open her best friend's mouth to let the cum from my ass fall into her mouth.

"Good job, hubby," said Meg, and I beamed with pride. "We'll make something useful out of you yet." Then she addressed Laurie. "Eat it, you bitch. This is for you looking down on me all my life. Who's the loser now?"

Laurie gagged as the cum slithered down her tongue and into her throat. I hoped she would forgive me. This wasn't my fault—I was just doing what Meg wanted, and I couldn't help that. Laurie had to understand that Meg was controlling my body. If Laurie understood that, maybe she'd let me have sex with Andrew again.

The stream of cum ran dry. "All right," said Meg. "Good boy. Go lie down." And she patted my head.

Andrew was leaning back on the couch, dazedly gazing, stroking a renewed erection. He'd recovered so fast. I wanted to flatter myself that it was me, but it was almost certainly the drug.

Meg dressed. "Okay, six grand," she said. "One for the mouth and five for the ass. That was our deal."

"I'll need to cut you a check—"

"No, cash. Laurie told me you've got a vault. You don't trust banks. Hell, you don't trust anything or anyone. That's why you can barely go outside. And you fucked up by trusting Laurie—that's right, dumbass. You can't even trust her with your money. Now I want my goddamned money."

Andrew stumbled out of the room and returned with one fat stack and another, smaller one. Handing them to Laurie, he said, "More. I'll pay you more. I'm ready to go again."

I perked up. I wanted another round with Andrew. Maybe he'd cum in my mouth this time. But Meg scowled. "No. You've had enough. And he needs training. It's still early. There's that adult shop near our home in our crap neighborhood. We won't make any money, but hubby here will spend some time in the booths getting better at his new job. Right, hubby?"

Oh, yes. So much better. I couldn't wait. I dressed, and we left Laurie and Andrew's place for the booths.

As we drove to the bookstore, Meg could tell something was bothering me. So I told her: I was worried about what might happen when the drug wore off. Andrew might feel weird about having fucked me. He'd certainly be angry that Laurie had told Meg about the vault and the money. Laurie might be upset that Meg had been so mean and that we'd fed her cum from my ass. Finally, Meg might be upset when she started giving a fuck again.

Meg told me not to worry. She said everything was going to be all right, and that I should just focus on all of the cocks I'd be pleasuring with my ass and my mouth. And I did. I stopped worrying about it, and I felt so much better.

We spent a few in the booths. Meg had to explain to the men what was going on. Most of them didn't want anything to do with us, but a few did, so I got some practice in. I got better, and I got to eat some of the cum I was dying to taste. But eventually my mouth got so numb and my ass so stretched that I couldn't go anymore. So we left for home.

I'm on the couch, now. Meg's up in what used to be our bedroom—now hers alone. I'm exhausted—how could I not be?—but I'm thrilled, burning with the bone-deep pride of a man who has just discovered who he is and what he can do. The drug will wear off in a few hours. I'll certainly be asleep before then. I drift off, thinking about what happened between me and Andrew and Laurie and Meg. I'm really hoping we all get together again, soon.