Wedding Crashers Pt. 06

This story would make more sense if you read the chapters in order. It is a cuckold tale and should not be confused with my other BTB and romance style stories.

Tags: Cuckold. Prostitution. Femdom. Pegging. Non Consent/Reluctance. Gangbang. Double Penetration.

The weekend after the bucks night was just us. Harvest was close now and I knew it was about to get really busy for me. I was worried Jim could push things even further. I took Claire on a picnic. Down by the river on a friend's place. We sat with our backs to a big river red gum and watched the water roll past. We talked the whole afternoon, just like we used to. Made silly plans, shared our dreams... started to get the old vibe back. It lasted till the next Thursday night.

I came home after a less than satisfying day. It was one of those days you feel like it would have been better if you had just stayed in bed and never attempted to achieve anything. My morning plans were disrupted by shed builders. They wanting my help with my loader to attach the shed doors. Then in the afternoon during the 'final' trial run of my harvester I found a dodgy bearing in the grain cleaning area. I had a spare but when I pulled it off the shaft was worn. A quick ring to the local dealer told me the shaft I wanted was on backorder so there wasn't one in the country. So it was off to an engineering works to get another shaft made up. Then rush home and get it all back together. By the 'close of play' for the day I was no further advanced than I had been the night before.

Kicking my boots off outside I went into the laundry to wash the grease and grime off. I called out when I got into the living room and Claire's muffled voice came from the bedroom. When I got to the door I could see her hole clothes were laid out on the bed once more. This time there was also an overnight bag there as well. As I watched she put some of her sexier underwear in the bag. It was a weird dichotomy, Claire was standing there in her conservative school teacher clothes while she was picking up a see through fishnet tank top.

"Are you going somewhere?"

"There's a biker rally in Belligen. Jim's taking me on his bike."

"When?"

"Tomorrow afternoon."

"And you're staying?"

"Yeah, he's got a motel room."

"So more sex, drugs and rock and roll. Are you stripping at this one as well?"

Claire looked up.

"Nathan, why do we have to keep going through this."

"Because you want to keep fucking Jim."

"No, I mean this guilt trip? You get off just as much as I do. Either with me or XX."

"I haven't fucked XX."

"Bet you want to though. That's the difference between you and Jim, he takes what he wants."

"There are a lot of differences between me and Jim. He's a criminal, a drug dealer..."

"And what are you going to be storing in that shiny new shed."

"That's different. I didn't have a choice."

"It wasn't my choice to invite him here."

The argument stopped. Claire left the bed and walked towards me. When she got close she put her hand on my cheek.

"It's just one night. I'm still on the pill... I'll be yours again on Sunday."

"I'm not sure I can handle this for much longer."

"We'll talk about it next week." Claire kissed me on the cheek. "Now go and have a shower, you smell awful."

We fucked that night and the next morning. I couldn't help but feel they were mercy fucks but I made the most of them anyway. Midday Friday I came home for a late lunch and Claire was already home. She must have taken half the day off because when I walked in she was already showered. I was afforded a back view of my thong wearing wife while she looked in a mirror and applied some make up. There was the sound of a vehicle pulling up outside.

"Is that him?"

I swung around and peered out the window. It was a different dual cab ute to last time but it was too clean to be local. The passengers door opened and XX got out.

"Yes, it's them."

"Shit!" Claire swore as she rushed into the bedroom.

XX came inside without knocking and put her bag on the lounge.

"Is she ready?"

I shrugged. "Who knows."

"Jim's waiting in the ute. He told her to be ready. He'll be pissed is she's not out there soon."

"I'll be out in a minute..." Claire's voice floated down the hallway.

I went over to the fridge and got out some cold water.

"You want anything?" I asked XX.

"No."

"You drew the short straw again?"

"Hmmm?" XX looked up, "you mean staying here?"

"Yeah, missing another party."

"Nah, following Jim around at a rally is a prick. Following him around with your wife at a rally..."

Jim came in and interrupted the conversation.

"Where the fuck is she?"

"I'm coming, I'm coming..."

Claire came into the living area with a carry on type bag trundling on its little wheels behind her. She was wearing the micro denim shorts and a white crop top. Jim held up his hand.

"You can leave that thing right fucking where it is." He bellowed as he strode towards her.

"But I need a change of clothes, and I don't know what the weather will be like. Then there's my makeup..."

"We are going on a bike not a semi trailer." Jim said as he picked up Claire's bag and placed it on the kitchen table.

He opened it up and pulled out a black leather skirt and and couple of her hole tops.

"That's all you need."

"But what about undies?"

"Have you got undies on?"

"Yes."

"Take them off," Claire looked like she was going to argue. "Now, right here." Claire looked at XX and me. "They've seen your arse before. Get them off."

Claire turned away from us. She pushed her shorts down and off then removed her thong. Leaving it on the floor she pulled the shorts back on.

"Bra too."

"I can't. The piercing, Vicki said..."

Jim wavered. "Okay, but that's it." He handed her the clothes he had selected then turned towards the door. "Come on, there's rain on the forecast and I don't want to get a wet arse."

Claire followed in the bikers wake holding her clothes in one hand and handbag in the other. XX and I watched through the window as the ute took off back up the driveway.

"What would be worse about following Jim with my wife?" I asked going back to my original conversation with XX.

"I don't like seeing a women allowing a man to degrade her."

I left that comment where it was. I made myself something to eat. XX declined my offer of food, said she had already eaten. Once I'd eaten and cleaned up I started making for the door myself.

"Where are you going?" XX asked.

"Like Jim said, the forecast is for some rain. My crops are close to ready, probably not quite there but I thought I'd try anyway."

"Mind if I tag along?"

"Sure, if you want to."

She followed me outside and got into my ute. We drove down to the main shed. The harvester's green paint shone in the afternoon sun. I already had the front in the paddock so I just had to drive down and hook on. I went up the ladder to the cab first and moved a toolbox off the jump seat. XX folded herself in next to me and we headed off down the track.

"Is that the rain you were talking about." XX pointed to some black clouds building further north.

"Yeah. They mostly stay east when they build up there but being this close to harvest Murphy's law says they will dump all over us."

"That's the direction Jim is heading isn't it?"

"Yeah," I chuckled. "Looks like he's going to get a wet arse."

It took about ten minutes to get set up once we got to the paddock. More black clouds were forming as the hot afternoon sun drove the convection heating. I got under way with XX asking questions about how everything worked and what the dials and displays in front of us meant.

"The most important one today is this one." I pointed to a screen mounted on the right hand front post of the cabin. "This number here is moisture content. To deliver it to the silo it should be below 12.5%."

"But's it's reading 13 and 14?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought it would be. I just want to see if it's any better further up the paddock. There's a different soil type on the rise so it might be dryer there."

The moisture did come down but not enough.

"It's still 12.8." XX said just as a flash of lightening lit up the dark cloud closest to them.

"Yep, its time to go home." I said as I swung the big machine around.

Back at the gate way I put the front back on its trailer then raced for the shed in the harvester. As we approached it a few fat raindrops slapped into the cab windows. By the time we were back in the ute it was raining steadily. Lightening and thunder suggested the worst of the storm had slipped past us but I knew that it would be a couple of days before I could try it again.

"What will you do with the wheat in the harvester?" XX asked as we drove back towards the house.

"I'll put it in the truck when the weather clears up."

"But you said they only take it below 12.5% moisture?"

"There's only a couple of ton there. Mix it with 25 ton at the right moisture content and the average will be okay."

Back at the house we sat out on the verandah watching the rain while drinking beer. It was only drizzle now however there were some ominous rumbles coming from the other side of the house. It was getting on for dark so the flashes from the lightening were more pronounced. I stood with a bit of a wobble and went inside to get another round. When I came back out XX pointed to my phone sitting on a vacant chair.

"You got a message."

With some trepidation I picked it up then sat down.

"Do you want some privacy?"

I shook my head. It was a different number than the week before. Claire had been gone for several hours so they should have been in Belligen. It was a short text message.

Hi Nathan, it's been a while. Jim thought you might like to see what I've been up to.

My phone message alert chimed again. This time it was a dark square with a play symbol in the middle. I contemplated going inside but in the end just pressed it.

The screen stayed dark. The murky shadows that moved were hard to make out. While I couldn't see what was happening, the soundtrack made it pretty clear Claire was being fucked. You could hear her sighs while another voice was vaguely familiar but I couldn't place it.

"Yeah... yeah... take it... yeah."

Then Jim spoke. "Turn the light on."

"How?"

"Give it to me."

There was some muffled noises as the phone was passed to Jim then the light came on illuminating the scene. Claire was naked and bent over behind a building, maybe a roadhouse. Her hands were using a wall for support. Behind her the trucker who had propositioned her the first time at the truck stop was holding her hips as he pumped his cock in and out. The only slight consolation for me was he appeared to be wearing a condom. Claire reacted to the light coming on by trying to stand up.

"No, no filming, no filming..."

The trucker moved one hand up to her shoulder and pushed her back down firmly without missing a stroke.

"Stay there. I'm getting my $200 worth tonight."

Claire kept protesting weakly while trying to stop him. At the same time she tried desperately to hide her face. To counteract her reluctance the trucker went up a gear. Fucking her harder and faster till the only sounds coming from Claire were the familiar squeaking suggesting she was close to cumming.

"Let it go hole, don't fight it." Jim said.

The image on screen shook a little as Jim must have moved closer. Then his hand came into shot and it cupped her swinging tit.

"Damn, she's gripping it... she's fucking sucking my dick with her cunt..."

"I taught her that," Jim explained to the trucker proudly. He continued manipulating Claire's breast. "Cum for us Claire, let everyone know what a slut you are... out here in the car park at a truck stop... show them what a whore you are..."

Jim's urging and the truckers stamina forced Claire over the top. Her head came up so Jim focused on her face. Her eyes were closed and her face a study of concentration like she was searching for a trigger. Jim's flow of words... insults seemed to do the trick.

"Work that cock hole... work it like a whore... earn your money... you're my hole... you fuck who I say... whenever I say... you cock loving slut..."

Claire's face relaxed and her mouth opened. A weird sound came out that got louder until she was screaming. The image pulled back as the trucker fucking her joined in. Yelling his own affirmations as he filled up his rubber. There was a muffled voice from out of shot to which Jim replied.

"You can cum on her face for $50."

A bloated torso wearing a stretched blue singlet moved into shot near Claire's head. Underneath the rotund belly a hand jerked a long cock. It's owner grunted as it spurted three long streams of cum. The first hit her forehead and Claire recoiled. The second her eyes and nose. Opening her mouth to protest did her no favours as the third shot went straight inside. Before she could close up the guy grabbed her head and pushed his cock into her mouth.

"That will cost you another $100 and an emergency room visit now fuck off." Jim grunted.

The image disappeared just as the guy yelped and was hauled backwards. I dropped the phone onto the timber deck. Claire was allowing Jim to sell her. It went beyond what I had ever imagined.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

Standing up I was starting to move towards the door when XX spoke.

"When are you going to wake up?"

"What?" I said vaguely not really understanding what she meant.

"Claire's a slut. She has no respect for herself, let alone you or whatever vows you made to each other."

"You don't know her." I tried.

"Yes I fucking do. Do you think I haven't seen this before? However this ends it's ugly for you. Either you end up raising someone else's kid or Claire takes off."

"But..."

"No buts about it." XX interrupted. "There is no scenario where you come out on top. Look, I get it, it turns you on a bit. You just don't strike me as someone who'll put up with this shit forever. So, do yourself a favour, get out now."

"Fuck you, you were there that night. She didn't have a choice."

"You don't really believe that do you?" XX laughed. "What Jim did, eventually it would have happened no matter what. Some other dominant guy would have recognised what you wife is, what she wants."

"You haven't got a clue what the fuck you're talking about."

"Do you? Did you grow up with Claire? She doesn't seem like the country type. Go to school together?"

I thought back to the stories I'd heard at the school reunion. The blow job competition. XX was making a compelling case. I just didn't want to listen.

"Fuck you!" I spat and stormed off inside.

The words had hurt because part of me knew they were closer to the truth than I'd could ever admit. When Claire and I discussed what was happening it felt like I was on a very slippery slope and no matter how much I tried to stop it she was sliding away from me. Yet at the same time I got horny. I couldn't comprehend why, I just did. With the cogs spinning out of control in my mind I decided to have a shower. Hoping that I could clear my head. I been in there for a few minutes and had just started to wash when the shower stall door opened. XX stepped inside next to me, naked.

"I thought I'd better apologise." XX said but she didn't actually say sorry. "Turn around and I'll do your back."

She held her hand out for the soap. I hesitated for a moment then passed it to her. She grabbed an exfoliating glove Claire had hanging from the tap, put it on and lathered it up. I watched the way the muscles and sinews of her arms bunched and relaxed as she rubbed vigorously. Also the rings through her nipples bounced. She stopped when she noticed me looking.

"Turn around," XX repeated while signalling the same by making a circle in the air with her finger.

It wasn't slow or sensual, not for a start. Brisk and business like was a more apt description. She worked my shoulders first then down my flanks. Her hand moving in circles, fingers pushing into the muscles like I was getting a deep tissue massage. Down my spine she traced the vertebrae, working on each one individually. When she delved lower XX slowed. She took her time working on each arse cheek. Then applied more soap before sliding between them.

"Bend over a bit." XX said as she pushed on my shoulder and ditched the glove. "Open your legs."

This allowed her access to my balls. She cupped them then delicately manipulated each one by itself. Retreating back to my butt XX's ran her thumb around and over my arsehole then slid it forward to my sac again. She kept doing this for a while until I couldn't hold in the sighs of appreciation any longer. XX bent as well and pressed herself against my back. I could feel the hard nubs of her nipples as her arms circled me. Her hand wrapped around my hard cock.

"You like that?" XX said into ear.

Her voice was husky, her hips pressed forward against me as she continued to slowly stroke my cock.

"Hmmm," was the only response I could get out.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes," I replied quickly.

"I don't let many guys do that you know..." XX started jerking faster. "Do you think you've got what it takes?"

I pushed XX's hand away and turned around. Tried to grab the naked woman in front of me but she spun around herself. XX braced herself against the tiled shower wall while pushing her bum back.

"Come on, lets see what you've got."

She didn't need to asked me twice. Lining myself up behind XX I placed his hands on her hips and worked my way inside. It was obvious straight away that XX really didn't let many guys do this. It took a while before I was able to get my entire cock comfortably nestled in her cunt. I started off slow until XX interrupted.

"I said you could fuck me Nathan. Is that what you call fucking?" To emphasis her point she bucked back onto me sharply.

Taking the hint I upped the tempo so our bodies slapped together. It felt great, too good. So before I knew it I could feel the familiar tightening in my balls. So far XX had barely whimpered. I tried to think unsexy thoughts but it was in vain as XX began rolling her hips.

"Oh fuck, fuck, can't stop... shit..." I grunted in frustration even as I emptied my balls.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." I muttered.

"What are you sorry for?" XX asked looking over her shoulder.

"I was so quick, you didn't... it just felt so good."

"Oh Nath," XX chuckled as she straightened up so my shrinking cock slipped out. "Me having an orgasm on a guy's dick is about as rare as rocking horse shit."

"So why?" I asked.

XX just shrugged as she slid under the stream of water and started washing herself.

"So it was just a mercy fuck?"

"Hey, I like you, you know? It was just a friendly fuck. I need..."

"A big dick like Jim's."

"Fuck no, ugh. The last thing I want is some alpha wanting to prove his superiority. You've really got to let the big dick obsession go mate."

"What then?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I want another shot."

"Trust me Nathan, you couldn't handle it."

"I did last time," I said defending myself as XX raised an eyebrow. "On the bed when you tied me up."

XX studied me as she ran her hand over the short spiky hair on her head.

"You know that was only the entree..." XX said in a low voice. Her hand reached out and wrapped around my flaccid cock. "Do you really think you can handle the main course?"

She pulled me closer by my dick and kissed me on the lips.

"Without raising a sweat." I whispered back hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.

"Well you better get out of here and let me finish up. I'll meet you in the spare room."

I got out, dried himself off then went to the spare room. I was sitting on the bed when a naked XX entered carrying her bag. She walked up until she was standing over me.