You've Got Me on My Knees

You've Got Me on My Knees.

My elegant and tall wife and I were at a couples party: six couples, twelve persons in all. One couple was a gay couple so there were seven guys at the party and five girls.

It was a weekly thing for this group and naturally we played couples games: pass the orange, couples ring toss, and of course, drinking games.

It was quite late and the last game of the night was a version of Simon Says mixed with Musical Chairs. The hosts told us all that when a person lost they had to go out to their car. It was a clever way to end a party.

There was a circle of chairs and each couple sat next to each other. With one person in the center being Simon.

The first person to be Simon was the hostess. She said, "Simon says if you are wearing red switch seats with another person. While people moved she and her husband did two things: they removed one chair and she stole someone's seat. The result was that two people had no place to sit. The last one went out to her car and the second to last became Simon.

The next Simon was this guy, Victor. He wasn't very creative so he said, "If you're wearing blue switch seats. One chair was removed, one more person went to their car, and Tina became Simon.

Tina said, "Simon says share ten facts about your partner in ten seconds or you're out."

I was seated next to the vivacious Lauren and we both started spewing out facts, talking over each other as fast as we could. I did my best to listen while thinking up facts about my wife Layla.

I heard Lauren say, "Steve collects coins, he always falls asleep on the couch, he's overweight, he's a great oral debater..."

I was saying, "Lauren is five-seven, she's twenty-eight, she never falls asleep on the couch, she's not overweight..."

I kinda got sucked into listening to what Lauren said and copying. So after I heard that Steve was a great oral debater that word 'oral' was stuck in my head and I blurted out, "Layla doesn't like oral sex."

The stunned look on Lauren's face said it all. She stopped dead in her tracks and was unable to finish her list. When the ten seconds were up Lauren had to go out to her car. Just before she left she leaned in close to me and whispered, "Really!? Well you made me lose. And guess what - I love it."

It was my turn to be stunned. I sat there stone still watching her go. I didn't mean to share that. And why did she say she loved it? Did she mean receiving or giving? Just what did she intend by telling me this too personal information.

I lost the next round when I failed to do the Macarena. I told Layla she didn't need to hurry because I knew she wanted the prize if she won, a silly pair of crystal ducks. She asked me to pull the car up and wait for her because we were parked far away and she didn't want to walk to the car alone. Then I headed out.

When I stepped outside Lauren was there waiting for Steve, "Hop iiin Alex. I'll give you a liff to your car." It was four blocks so I did. Her magnificent full boobs were practically falling out of her tight blue dress and I enjoyed quite the eyeful as she leaned over to extend the invitation.

I was more than tipsy, she was too, and neither one of us should have been driving. Making small talk I mentioned our drunkenness and she floored me again, slurring her words as she said, "Affer I pick up steve we'll just find a place to park and I'll blow him in the car until we sober (hiccup) up. But I guess you and Layla'll need to find sumpin' else to do."

I offered back, "Yea, we can practice our oral debating skills while you practice the more exciting oral skills." We laughed drunkenly.

With one block to go I apologised for making her lose. She replied, "You're fuckin right you better say your sorries! I really wanted those drystal fucks. You owe me fuster." She really shouldn't have been driving.

Pulling up behind my car Lauren turned to me, "I need a little warm up before I practice with Steve. And you owe me." Then she just bent over and unzipped my zipper.

I shouldn't have let her but she's hot, and I was drunk, and who knew how long it was going to be before Steve and Lauren were done.

It was a first rate slobbery blowjob with lots of tongue, and a little deep throat action too. She was quite the fellatrix. When I came she swallowed it all, even retrieving any last bits from her lips with a manicured finger when she sat up.

"Wow! That was amazing. I'm sorry I took so long - you know, alcohol."

"That wasn't too long." She smiled widely, "I liked it. And mmm tasty." She winked at me then sucked her finger sexily. Man! Steve was a lucky man.

"Well, it's been too long for me. That was the first blowie I've had since I've been married." Instantly I knew I shouldn't have said that either. Alcohol!

I watched her pull up to the house ahead of me. Steve was waiting and they presumably drove off to a secluded spot. Layla came out not long after and we talked in the car. She'd had a good time that night and had even won the crystal ducks.

Sometime before next week's party we had a fight. She'd heard that I'd told Lauren that she didn't like oral. The thought of her talking to Lauren filled me with terror. What if Lauren accidentally spilled the beans?

Anyway, no matter how much I begged she wouldn't forgive me or let it go. The fight got worse and I slipped up and said it was her fault for not giving more blowjobs. It wasn't true. I just wanted to blame her in the heat of the fight.

During the next few days she froze me out, gradually getting less mad until just before we were due to leave for the weekly party. Then something happened and she renewed her anger, simmering hotly without saying a word.

The party was at Josh and Randy's house. Layla spent the night avoiding me but nothing special happened until someone suggested we end the night with a game of Simon Says.

I glanced at Lauren, remembering last week's blowjob, how her boobs had pressed on my leg as she lay across the seats, and also thinking about how far away I was, or actually wasn't, parked tonight. She didn't notice me or even seem to care.

The game went great at first, eliminating one person at a time until finally there were only four of us left: me, Jerome, Layla, and one half of the gay couple. Randy had lost and gone up to bed a half hour earlier.

Josh is a wild guy and when he was Simon he said, "Simon says, pretend to provide a blowjob or cunnilingus to the person closest to you."

I dropped to my knees pressing my face into Jerome's crotch. Sure he's a guy, but he was closest. I'd never noticed before but his bulge felt huge. When it firmed up I got to wondering.

Meanwhile, Layla was distastefully pantomiming at the air an inch away from my covered cock.

At the end of the round Jerome was out because while he had received a pretend blowjob he had not actually given anyone pretend oral sex. He complained that he couldn't do both at once but Josh just answered, "Sixty-nine."

Foolishly feeling snarky I said, "That was the most oral I've ever had from Layla." If looks could kill...

Next, Josh and I sat in the last two chairs and from the center Layla gave the final challenges of the game, "Well, since you're obviously dissatisfied, go blow each other!"

Josh started to get to his knees, then he stopped mid crouch, "Can't catch me. You didn't say 'Simon Says.' "

She regarded him coyly, "And the rules would have allowed it if I'd said 'Simon?'" He agreed wholeheartedly and I was too drunk to see where this was going.

Without missing a beat Layla announced, "Simon says, if you're a cheating son of a bitch who thinks he deserves blowjobs then suck that cock like your life depends on it!"

Josh shrugged, "I would do it, but that's not me."

Sheepishly I looked at the stewing Layla and just knew that somehow she'd found out the whole truth about Lauren. She hissed, "Like your life depends on it."

Josh seemed to know something was up and he seemed more than happy to go along with it. He placed his hands on my shoulders then insistently urged me to the floor, grinning the whole time.

I came face to face with his crotch and Layla was right behind me explaining, "I called Lauren to ask her how drunk you were when you blurted out that I didn't like oral. If she'd said you were too drunk to know better I would've forgiven you. But the skanky bitch wasn't home - Steve was."

Layla had a whole lot more to say, and boy did she, "You know what Steve told me? He said he never begs Lauren for sex. He doesn't go complaining about her publicly to friends either."

She paused pregnantly, "Now, let's see how much you really like oral!" By now Steve's pants were unzipped and I was staring at his yellow underwear through the fly.

I knew she was dead serious. Lauren must have called her back. But why would Lauren confess to her? It might get back to Steve. Especially now that Josh was learning all about it too.

"You know what else Steve said the next time? He told me that Lauren shared all the nasty details of your cheating while she was sucking his cock not five minutes later. That perverted couple got off on talking about her doing you. The bastard said her mouth felt especially creamy and sexy with the residue of your stuff still warm in there."

She let that sink in, "Now, we're gonna find out how sexy YOUR mouth feels with Josh's cum in it." She stroked my face lovingly, but I knew she was feeling anything but love just then.

Joshes pants were on the couch now and I could easily see that what I thought was yellow underwear was really red and black panties with a yellow smiley face on the crotch. There was a caption which read, "I love panties."

Layla bent low so only I could hear, "I guess you're gonna be giving oral to a sissy fag. I always wondered who was the girl in their relationship. Does that make your penance easier? I'd hoped he was going to be rough enough to really make you pay and I wanted you to know how hard it is to suck a manly man. But this'll do. Then we'll start fresh in the morning, as long as you never engage in extramarital oral again."

I was relieved to know I'd be forgiven in the morning. And it did make it easier to think that Josh was the more feminine of the couple. If I'd had to suck a strong virile hunk it would somehow make me the opposite.

Josh spoke gruffly from up above me, "Rip off the smiley face with your teeth."

I knew Layla pretty well and she would never ever let this go until she extracted her pound of flesh. The only way to save my marriage would be to give Josh a stupid suckjob. How much of an idiot had I been to let Lauren blow me. It just wasn't worth it. Never again would I cheat. Never!

I leaned forward and with some difficulty grasped the edge of the yellow smiley with its goofy tongue sticking out. There was a loud rip of velcro, revealing two things to me. The first was that Josh's soft cock looked unbelievably fat. Second, the message on the underwear had been only half visible.

Without the smiley face I could now see that he wore a pair of macho crotchless speedos and the complete message read, "I love panties on my sissy cocksuckers."

Layla burst out laughing, "Josh, you dawg! Does Randy wear the panties in your relationship?"

Josh answered, "More than panties. We've got a whole fem wardrobe. I usually wear BDSM stuff, but he got me this pair for when we go cruising."

Layla was full of questions and Josh was only too happy to fill in the blanks. She didn't know what BDSM or cruising were, but after he explained, it became very apparent that I was in for some epically humiliating cocksucking.

I couldn't take my eyes off his thick sausage knowing it was going in my mouth soon. The next thing I knew Layla was rubbing her dirty panties on my face, "Here. Put these on so you can be the sissy." They smelled of feminine arousal and that spelled trouble, because while Layla didn't arouse easily or frequently, when she did she would let loose. Not in the oral sense, but she got loud and would ride me hard like a cowgirl. Perched atop my cock she had the stamina to go an hour or more. It almost made up for the utter lack of cocksucking.

Minutes later, naked but kneeling on the floor in Layla's white lace panties with the little bow on the back, it felt like my dick could never get hard again...like all of my masculinity had been drained from me. In contrast Josh looked every bit the power top that he claimed for himself in the rugged two-toned gay underwear.

I saw Layla down a shot of whiskey, very unlike her, and begged for one too. With a devious smile she filled a whole tumbler, then just before handing it to me dipped Josh's balls in the amber drug.

I didn't care. I needed a drink too bad - for courage. I grabbed the glass and put the testicle tainted edge right to my lips. It burned and hit me fast.

I looked up at Josh, "OK, I'm ready."

"Ready for what Alex?" It was Layla, mocking me.

I tried again with inebriated groveling. I'd do whatever I needed to do to placate her, "I'm ready to suck your jock cosh. Let's get this fover with."

Josh sneered, "Oh, it's not gonna be quick. In fact, this could be a while. I don't get enough straight guys so now that I've got another one I'm gonna take my time.

Behind me Layla was spitting out her words, "Did you take your time with Lauren? I hope so 'cause the punishment should really fit the crime." In fact, Lauren hadn't taken her time, but I wasn't going to split hairs now.

Josh looked past me and asked Layla, "How long can I have him?"

She replied, "That's between you two. He didn't include me when he made his twisted arrangement with Lauren - or when he let everyone know the details of our sex life. I just need him to feel my disgrace. He needs to REALLY feel it.

Josh spoke to me again, "Hear that Alex we're gonna have fun and I'm REALLY gonna do disgraceful things to you for the next few hours."

I begged, trying to set some limits, "I'll do whadever you want. But how abou' juss an hour?"

"You'll do whatever I want? Does that mean you'll sub yourself for me willingly? I'd like that so it's a deal: one hour."

Standing with her hands laid heavily on my shoulders Layla was obviously ready to push me right into this degrading task, "Go on Josh. Give him the Watergate treatment."

He looked perplexed for a minute then replied, "Oh, you mean a deep throat. Layla, where DO you get your information?"

He started rubbing his softy on my face while talking to Layla at length, "When I suck Randy's cock I deep throat it. But he's built for it - long and thin. Me, what I lack in length I more than make up for in girth."

She was floored, "Wait! You do Randy? I thought he was the girl."

Josh winked, first at Layla, then at me, "Of course I suck his cock. He's my partner. Granted, I'm the top, so I suck it like a top. It's best when I tie him up so I can suck to my heart's content."

Layla acted like she'd been pierced to the core. Her body slumped back to a seated position on the couch, crushing the cushion helplessly beneath the full weight of her falling body.

She was incredulous, "What!? You mean you like it?"

By now he was rubbing his big balls all over my face. I had no choice but to tolerate it in absolute servility.

His voice took on a paternal tone, "Layla, the whole world likes oral. That's not in question. The only question is what flavor of kink anyone likes."

Her face was frozen in stunned silence while Josh went on, "Randy likes it best when he lays on his back with his head hanging off the edge and I fuck his mouth like its a, well, like a pussy. As for me, I like to hold a guy down so I can suck so hard on the head at the moment of eruption that the guy can barely stand the overstimulation. The cum tastes way better that way. And apparently our friend Steve likes to hear about how his wife sucks off other guys while they enjoy their BJs. Then he added, not that I've ever done it, but plenty of guys like when a girl rides their face, really smothering them under their wet cunts."

Layla slowly came out of her shocked trance. She looked me in the eyes, "Is it true? Would you actually like to have your mouth...touch my pussy?"

I could barely contain my enthusiasm, "YES!" I practically yelled with Josh's balls muffling my words, "I've dreamt of it for years." There was a brief look of defeat on her face as her anger completely deflated.

"Enough talk." Said Josh. He moved about the room switching on some blacklight strobe lights and cranking some music he called his 'facefucking mix'.

Josh stepped up, "Ok sissy, put your hands behind your back." This was my first active action for what I was about to do and I felt the shame hotly on my reddened face. I couldn't help but lower my eyes. "Now open wide." He commanded, lifting my chin. This was it. The moment I feared. "Say 'Ahhhh'." The implication was clear. Like a patient about to be probed with a tongue depressor I was about to have my own tongue depressed. Saying 'Ahh' was yet another admission of submission.

With me kneeling for Layla, Josh moved toward me menacingly in a series of strobe induced flashing staccato images. His thick log came closer in increments, hanging there heavily. With no more fanfare or prelude he just lifted the slab and plopped the end on my subservient tongue.

I figured this should satisfy layla. Just maybe she'd even call it off now that I'd so clearly been humiliated. But I didn't hear a peep from her.

I looked over. Layla sat in dismayed silence, noiselessly watching the whole time. I had no idea what she was thinking. Had she forgiven me? Did she think less of me now that a man's dirty dick was being rubbed around in circles on my sacrificial tongue.

Josh certainly didn't take things slowly. He grabbed my head firmly with both hands and stuffed himself all the way into my mouth? Even soft it filled me up. Layla gasped.

Without being hard he started rocking his hips back and forth. His cock didn't thrust as much as it sorta played around in there, squishing itself into every crevice it could find.

He didn't stop moving as he filled out, until shortly the now much thicker dick, forced me to spread my jaws wide. I couldn't help but scrape my teeth on it. It was just that fat. With my eyes I said I was sorry lest he get mad and become even more callous. Looking down on me he said simply, "Don't worry. They all scrape. It can't be helped when your beast is as fat as mine. I'm immune."

So I stopped worrying. He obviously knew what he was doing and I was just a vessel to be used. With my mouth pried open he really went to town, jamming into me repeatedly in merciless strokes. In no time he'd built up to a frantic pace and I figured he wouldn't last long.

When his grip tightened I prepared myself to receive his load. Instead he pulled me roughly against his pubic bone, grinding my face against his body. With this amount of effort the plump head of his meaty organ just barely butted up against the entrance to my throat.

It didn't go in but it was enough to make me gag and cough. Not stopping, he fucked at the back of my mouth a few more times then resumed brutally assaulting my shattered pride.

Somewhere in the distance I heard Layla's awed voice, "So that's what a blowjob looks like." I would've screamed out that this was nothing like a standard blowjob but I was being severely molested at that very moment.

My eyes were watering, and I was coughing with every stab but nothing slowed him down or stopped him from jerking my body this way and that. I struggled to maintain my balance and I don't know why, but I kept my hands folded behind my back the whole time, like a prisoner.

Soon my tears were streaming down my cheeks. Josh just smiled cheerfully, "Make your lips like an 'O', like a butthole for me to fuck. I did my best to bring my lips together into his desired shape. My tighter lips turned him on and I saw my escape in making him finish fast.