Husband’s four buddies

My name is Kirk. I have four buddies that I’ve known
since the first grade. They’re Bill, Cal, Daryl, and
Eric. They were quite a crew as we grew up together. At
the time, you couldn’t ask for a better set of friends
to bum around with. They got a bit rowdy at times, but
at heart they were a great set of guys.

In high school, people told me I was nuts to stick with
them. Many called them losers because they drink too
much beer, partied hard, were into all the sports, and
of course chased skirts. They each always had the best
looking babes in high school and also in their adult
life. They were truly studs in their own rights. They
constantly talked about their conquests.

I on the other hand am just the opposite of them.
However, I did get a chance to go on to college, then
graduate school and landed a good paying job as at an
adjacent town about 35 miles away from my hometown,
where they lived.

The guys stayed in the hometown and all had entered into
respectable blue-collar trades. In addition to my main
job, I was also a part time instructor at a small,
nearby liberal arts college.

I didn’t find much interest in sports and I never seem
to have much luck with the girls. In that department, my
buddies seemed much better equipped than I in pleasing
the women anyway. They were all rather well endowed. I
wasn’t. Even though they occasionally teased me about
that aspect, it was all good-natured and in light fun.

However, they know I tend to be an eternal optimist and
look for the good in people, so they teased me about
that also, saying I was naive and easily fooled. I
discounted their claims. I figured I was as alert as the
average Joe, even though I tended to look for the good
in folks.

I shrugged off their comments and told them they too
should not be so cynical about life and people. It was
after I met Kay, that my life changed. However, my
relationship with my buddies also changed in ways I
never could’ve predicted, in my wildest dreams. Kay
married me. We were very compatible, close, and very
much in love. She was just my type and with a sharp mind
too. She said my idealism and optimism intrigued her.
She said she fell in love with me easily because I was
an easy going and not a pushy type person.

She was just a plain, but moderately attractive
brunette, nothing like the knockouts common for my
buddies to be seen with.

She didn’t care for my buddies coming by to see me at
first, but after a while, she warmed up to them and even
encouraged them to come by more often. At the time, I
was glad she was learning to tolerate them.

My buddies were no dummies, in fact they were all quite
sharp, but lazy in the get-up-and-go department. They’d
prefer to party rather than do any thing mentally
stimulating.

At the college where I worked part time, I ended up
giving a speech on the long-term societal benefits of
Pro-Choice policies and how it would be wrong to stop
legal abortions.

At the time, I never knew how volatile this subject
would be and how my humble contribution to this cause
would impact me, my marriage, and also my lifestyle.

I received a couple of strange phone calls warning me to
never speak on the subject again. Over dinner, I told my
wife and buddies about those incidents as I laughed them
off as prank calls.

I was surprised at the interest my wife, and Bill, one
of my buddies, took in the detail nature of the call.
Things like, whether the caller was female or male and
the exact wording used.

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m reasonably certain
the caller was just a prankster.” I told them.

Just a week later, I literally had to eat my words.

It was Thursday evening, and my buddy Bill was over for
dinner. he doorbell rang. We weren’t expecting anyone. I
went to the door.

As I opened it, three men rushed in and literally
invaded our home. My wife, Bill and I were immediately
held at gun point as one of the men grabbed Kay to
prevent her from screaming.

They proclaimed themselves as the “Gang of Three”. They
indicated they were a Pro-Life Advocacy Group. Once they
positively identified me, I was tied up. Then my wife
and Bill were ordered to strip.

I couldn’t tell if the men were black or white as all
there features were covered up and it appeared they had
some type electronic devices masking their voices.

All three were extremely nervous and I was scared out of
my wits at what was happening before my eyes. I next saw
one of the men reveal a camcorder. It appeared they were
going to videotape something. I was fearful we all were
going to be killed.

I was sure my wife was going to be raped, but I wasn’t
sure of the reason for Bill being stripped nude.

It was even more bewildering when Bill and Norma were
ordered to be amorous and to have intercourse. The men
whispered into the ears of my wife and Bill. It was from
their repeating the gunmen’s demands that I determined
what was going on. I was shocked.

I was scared. It was painful to be tied in bondage while
my best friend was forced to enjoy my wife. I must admit
for both of them to have been scared, they put on a
remarkable job of pretending. I was also surprised that
Bill became so easily erected and that he slipped his
rather large erection slipped into my wife so easily.

Even more strange was that Bill came in her twice and I
lost count of the number of orgasms she had – I believe
it was four or five.

After their forced public display of intercourse, I was
untied and led over to my wife’s parted legs to see the
messiness of her sex. I was horrified, surprised and
impressed, all at once at the quantity of semen my buddy
had shot off in my wife’s cunt. I was thankful she was
on the pill.

“Now Mr. Pro-Choice, it’s time to show your appreciation
for what your friend has done for you. Get over here!
That’s it crawl!”

I wasn’t sure what was in store for me as the gunman,
who was doing the talking, guided me toward where my
Buddy Bill was now sitting – that is after having
uncoupled himself from my wife, who sat nearby. She
appeared to be in what was, I’m sure was a state of
shock, even though she looked more mellow and glassy
eyed, than in shock. However, I quickly turned my
thoughts back toward my situation as the gunman pushed
me roughly toward Bill’s feet.

“It’s fitting you show your friend that you’re pleased
by his efforts at pleasing your wife. What better way
than to suck his cock clean. Do it!”

“W-What!” I blurted out in an unbelieving tone of voice.

“You heard me pip-squeak! Suck dick or get your teeth
bashed out!” The gunman shouted as he raised the weapon
before my eyes. Terror filled me.

Scared to death, I did as I was told. My humiliation was
great as I slid my tongue over my friend’s long, thick,
languished penis coated with fuck slime. Expecting an
unctuous taste, I was surprised that the taste wasn’t
worse than it was.

As I glanced up at him out of the corner of my eye, I
could tell Bill was embarrassed too, for he had an
eerie, dazed, and sort of “out of it” look on his face.
After I had licked everywhere the gunman had directed –
Bill’s balls, his large dick head, along and around his
cock shaft and finally, around the dense pubic hair base
– the gunman finally directed me away from my friend’s
cock, after my forced “lick cleaning”.

“Now, hubby, it’s time for you to do the same for your
wife.” The man said in a whizzy electronically generated
voice, as I was pushed to my knees before my wife’s
parted gamy smelling, jism smeared, oozing hairy crotch.

“Now cock sucker, it’s time for you to eat some cream of
pussy. You better do a damn good job of licking and
sucking her clean.” I heard the man bark.

“W-What?” I stammered. The next thing I saw was a gun
before my face. I got the message.

I girded my self mentally and proceeded to do as
ordered. Knowing what I had to do, I wondered if the
taste would be similar to the slimy traces on the prick
I’d just lapped clean. I braced myself for the first
taste of my wife’s jism soaked muff. Again, to my
surprise, after a few seconds of having my face in the
messy sloppy snatch, I found it had a slightly stronger
flavoring than the slime coating on Bill’s dick. It also
had more of a musk odor and a creamier consistency to
the taste.

To my surprise, my wife got another orgasm as I finished
my forced task in her slimy hairy crotch. Then, just
soon as they’d come, the masked gunmen were gone. We
were warned not to call the police, otherwise the
incriminating video would be released on the Internet,
including my forced actions. They also threw an envelope
on the table as they quickly departed.

I was alarmed and surprised at what was on the note in
the envelope. It said we were to get a copy of the video
they shot. Then if we didn’t abide by their wishes,
excerpts would be released on the Internet with names
from our driver’s licenses, which they’d looked at upon
entering. The note was signed simply “GO3”.

I was still kneeling, my face wet and smeared with a
drying mixture of my wife’s and Bill’s fuck juices.

“Oh darling, that was awful of them to do that to us and
to you.” Kay said as she sat up on the sofa and pulled
my head over to her. She held me to her breast as we
comforted each other after the ordeal.

We three got cleaned up, and after a while discussed the
incident as well as details of the note left behind by
the three intruders.

We three were all very embarrassed, especially me. I was
really surprised at well my wife, and Bill for that
matter, endured the ordeal so calmly. I couldn’t help
but commend them. I was a nervous and emotional wreck.
Who wouldn’t be after having licked a dick in front of
their wife? I was devastated.

I also went along with my wife and Bill’s decision not
to call the police. After all, none of us wanted to be
Internet rape celebrities. The more I thought about it,
I too was glad that the other two agreed on this course
of action. After my anger and fright had subsided a bit,
I thought of my regular and part time jobs and how I
would have to deal with folks if news of the incident
had gotten out.

***

Days later, another note was received from the GO3. It
was followed by a phone call. The same electronically
altered voice made it very clear as to what would happen
if I didn’t follow their instructions to the letter. To
say I was in shock was truly an understatement. The
other shock was how well my wife received it.

“Honey, they could ruin us. Your buddies don’t have much
to lose, but you have your professional jobs to be
concerned about.” She said to me in a calm and collected
tone, which amazed me.

“B-But Kay! T-They a-are talking about y-you getting p-
p-pregnant f-from…”

“I know darling, but don’t you think it’s better for it
to be Bill than some stranger? After all, this can only
make you and Bill that much closer. After all, you too
now have the knowledge of having shared me. It’s only a
bit more of an extension of that for me to have his baby
and for you to share that with him.”

Reluctantly, I had to admit my wife’s logic was right. I
called Bill and told him everything. After a brief pause
of silence, he agreed.

“Even though I wouldn’t ordinarily fuck a close friend’s
wife, in this case it’s an emergency situation. I’ll be
over to fuck, er, I mean sleep with her tonight.” Bill
replied to me in the phone headset.

When I tried to let him know that he didn’t need to come
over so soon, since it would take a while for Kay’s
birth control pills to wear off, my wife intervened and
asked if she could talk to him. They at first exchanged
pleasantries and minor small talk. Then she went silent.
Apparently Bill was talking. She briefly walked out of
my earshot with the cordless phone. She returned a
moment later just in time for me to hear her close out
the call.

“Yes, yes, you’re right Bill. That’s a good idea. Bye
now. See you in a little bit.”

She hung up before I could get the phone back.

“Honey, I need to get accustomed to his size and style
of sexing.

I can’t just rush into this, even if I’m being extorted
into doing so.” My wife Kay said, with a strange smile
on her face, which seem to say, `It was dumb of me to
even question her about her desire to do so.’

The group’s instructions also demanded that I suck my
wife’s pussy each time after she was fucked. That was so
shocking to me.

Bill arrived a couple of hours later. We three again
talked about the entire situation. I was still quite
apprehensive about the whole situation and doing as the
GO3 demanded.

I tried getting out of doing any clean up duty at all,
but my wife persuaded me to do so to avoid incurring the
group’s wrath in the event they discovered she, or I, or
Bill lied and didn’t follow their instructions.

What hurt more than anything was that my wife admitted,
in a cavalier tone, that it made her feel good for me to
have sucked Bill’s thick cum from her pussy. I was so
embarrassed because she said so in Bill’s presence.

Bill also chimed in and agreed with my wife, about it
being the best thing to clean her pussy after he
finished fucking her.

“It’s nothing personal old buddy, I’m just thinking of
your best interest here. After all, we don’t know
whether they may come back and give us all some kind of
lie detector tests or something.”

Browbeat and failing to counter their logic, I hung my
head and agreed with my wife and buddy. I committed to
tongue clean her messy drippy slimy cunt up after he
filled her with his heavy load of dick cream.

“Look at the bright side honey, at least they didn’t
require you to lick Bill’s dick clean this time.”

It was a small consolation, but I had to nod in
agreement with my wife’s comment.

I prepared to sleep on the couch as Bill led my wife to
our master bedroom. They would call me when they were
ready for me to do clean up on her pussy between fucks.

Additionally, my other hurt was that I wouldn’t be able
to have intercourse with my wife until she was pregnant
with Bill’s baby.

As it turned out, until then, I ended up having to be
satisfied with my wife’s occasional blow job and many
bouts of her jerking me off, while my buddy had the
pleasure of fucking and enjoying her luscious pussy raw,
wet, and to his heart’s content.

During this time, I began to get worried about how close
they were becoming. They were like teen lovebirds.

My wife was announced pregnant in a little less than 3
months after the gang invaded our home. Now that she
was, I’d assumed that all the deep French Kisses and
hugging and groping between she and Bill would end. The
excuse before she was pregnant was that they had to do
all those type of things to get use to each other in
order to facilitate getting Kay in the mood for sex.

“Kirk, we just can’t turn our feelings off like a garden
hose. These things take time. We’re dealing with
emotional ties here. After all, Bill and I have ignited
the process of creating a new life. He and I just can’t
break off our bonding that quickly.”

My wife’s words came as a surprise to me. I tried to
counter the position she was taking. It failed.

“Kirk, I love you. Don’t forget that. Bill and I will
have to work on breaking the tight emotional bond that’s
been established between us. Us having sex is a part of
that bond. Unforeseen circumstances created this
situation, and like many things in life, it now must run
its course. Kirk, if you truly love me, you must accept
this situation and be supportive, not creating emotional
turmoil.”

We talked and talked, but there was no deterring my
wife. I got the same type of response from my good buddy
Bill, when I confronted him on the same subject. To make
matters worse, even without it being brought up in the
conversation, I was sheepish and thoroughly intimidated
by the fact that I had been orally cleaning up after all
the messes he’d made in my wife’s cunt.

The bottom line, I had to live with and endure Bill
being the other man in our household even after my wife
was pregnant. To make matters worse, my wife insisted
that I continue to lap her cunt clean after their sexual
liaisons, which lasted until the beginning of her eighth
month.

I found it humiliating, even if I had become accustomed
to the slimy creamy taste of pussy fuck juices. I
eventually made up my mind to try and rebuild my esteem
as a man and a husband.

“Kirk, honey, I need you to do that for me. Your sweet
tongue is the perfect compliment to Bill’s much larger
dick. I can still feel your smaller prick in me, but not
like before. Darling please continue to eat me out. It’d
mean so much to me, since you’re giving me something
Bill can’t, and Bill is giving me something with his
sturdier, long lasting dick that you can’t. Besides,
Bill is not a pussy eater. He told me so.”

I picked up loud and clear on my wife’s message. It
hurt, but I knew I’d have to put rebuilding my manly
esteem on hold, just to please the woman I loved and not
jeopardize my marriage. I was concerned now about her
maybe having fallen in love with Bill.

Fearful of possibly losing her, I conceded to her
request. I was to remain her “pussy eater”, throughout
the rest of her pregnancy.

Even though she and I were also having intercourse
during her pregnancy, that is up until the eighth month,
I could tell it was much more utilitarian and not with
much enthusiasm. Her enthusiasm was always higher with
my head between her parted legs as compared to my prick.
She was always more excited about sex with Bill and his
much bigger cock. The bad thing for me is that she had a
difficult time hiding it.

Bill and my wife’s liaison produced a son for us. My
wife thought it fitting to name him William. I cringed
and tried to get her to change her mind. She resisted
saying it was only fair to Bill for the baby’s first
name to be named after him, since the last was to be
mine. She dug in on that point and I ended up conceding
to her once more.

I also assumed our lives would return to some degree of
normalcy, after the baby was born, but again, I was
slightly wrong.

Within weeks after “our” son was born, she and Bill
began dating openly, while I remained home baby-sitting.
I went out with them from time to time, but often I felt
like a fifth wheel, in a manner of speaking. Many times
my wife also discouraged me tagging along with them.

Bill was a much better dancer and party person than I. I
had to admit, he was funnier and more hip when it came
to being a party type.

On many of these dates, my other 3 buddies were along
with them most of the time. This made me feel better.
That is, with 3 other guys around, it made Bill’s date
with a married woman, my wife, a bit more socially
acceptable. At least in my eyes anyway.

As my wife had said, I accepted her philosophy and
assumed that the situation with Bill, and the
unfortunate and strange, circumstances we found
ourselves in, would run it’s course and our marriage
would return to the routine we were in prior to the GO3
invasion incident.

How wrong I was.

When William was eighteen months old, the three masked
bandits returned. Just as before, they broke in. This
time it was Cal that was the forced stud for my wife.
Again I was tied up and forced to watch and to do cunt
clean up duties. It was dejavue all over again.

The big difference this time, Cal’s cock got hard as I
was licking his thick slimy cock clean. The three masked
men insisted and forced me to aggressively suck him to
completion. They videotaped the entire act close up. It
was so embarrassing to be captured on video obviously
swallowing gulp after gulp of Cal’s powerful spurts of
viscous jism, including my involuntary licking of his
semen from my lips after he pulled his softening dick
from my lips.

Even though dazed after what I’d been forced to do, I
was amazed at the volume of cum Cal had injected into my
mouth, even after the copious quantity of the frothy
mess he’d deposited in my lovely wife’s cunt.

Again, I had been forced to experience another of my
buddies fucking my wife as well as being assigned the
job of impregnating her with our second child. And
again, I had to lap, and suck up the spermy froth from
her drippy oozing crotch from the moment of the invasion
through her pregnancy.

I was extremely sad about this whole incident. However,
the idea of me being seen by millions with a second cock
in my mouth overruled any other thoughts I had about
reporting it to the authorities. Especially since this
second cock sucking scene was far more incriminating
than the first.

A year later, we had another baby in our growing family.
It was a baby girl. My wife insisted on naming her
Callie.

During this second pregnancy, my humiliation was made
even greater. I ate a lot of pussy juice and dick cream
during this period of time. You see. After Cal had
impregnated Kay, I had to frequently eat Cal’s heavy
thick dick slime from my wife pretty pussy, as well as
Bill’s. My wife insisted that it was okay for both men
to have intercourse with her and paid no attention to my
complaints.

Neither did Bill or Cal.

Additionally, my wife insisted – no the right word is
demanded – me to suck her fucked cunt out routinely.
Cowed by her changed personality, and my apparent,
unspoken, lesser masculine status, in her eyes, I did as
she desired.

Cal and Bill seemed to always be over at our house and
constantly had their big dicks in Kay.

No matter how I tried, I couldn’t seem to deter my wife
or the guys, that is Cal and Bill, from their lusty
activities. Part of the problem was that it’s hard to
sound manly and commanding, when I’ve had my mouth on
both of their dicks and even sucked one of them off to
completion.

It’s also hard to portray myself as master of the house,
that is, with my wife, and my buddies, all four of them,
insisting and reminding me to suck out her slimy, semen
filled pussy, after Bill and Cal fucked her. Their
concern, that the GO3 would discover I didn’t do as I
was told. Cowed by everyone’s repeated nagging and
browbeating of me, I conceded and put my lips and tongue
to work, rather than risk my professional career.

Something I found it hard to believe was how cheerful
and available my wife made herself available to Cal &
Bill.

With me, she wasn’t always in the same cheerful, upbeat,
sexy mood, unless I was going to be tonguing her twat,
especially when it was wet and messy with Bill’s or
Cal’s spent ejaculate.

Even though she was warm and affectionate to me, it was
clear that the role I played with my head and tongue
between her legs gave her the greatest pleasure.

It was rather humiliating when the guys, even though in
a good hearted way, made an off hand remark about me
sucking my wife’s creamy cum soaked cunt. Even worse was
her also joining in on the snickering and smirking
smiles with the guys.

I was always red in the face on this subject. But, it
was common knowledge that this was the only way I could
compete with the guys and their much larger tools.
Especially since they had essentially ruined my wife’s
pussy for me and my much smaller member.

Once when we were alone, my wife, in a loving way
explained why she joined in with the fellows making fun
of me eating her creamy hair pie.

“Kirk, honey, I did it not to hurt you, but to help
desensitize you to being uptight about eating my cream
pie. I want to help you get over your macho concern
about eating another man’s spent jism from my pussy. You
should not feel ashamed of sucking semen from your
wife’s cunt, especially when the men who deposited it
there are friends of yours. Men who were forced into
this bizarre ordeal, the same as you and I. Here baby,
come here, you look like you need a hug.” My wife added
as she could tell from the expression on my face that I
looked dumbfounded and dejected over her explanation.

The hug did feel good, even if I didn’t like what I was
hearing.

After a brief hug and a kiss, my wife resumed our
conversation.

“Darling, you can’t help it because they are bigger than
you and I delight in their bigger rods after having been
exposed to them. You also can’t blame yourself because
the only way you can be comparable to them pleasing me
is with your lovely tongue lapping action. No, Kirk, you
have nothing to feel humiliated about. I want you to
feel just as comfortable talking about sucking out my
wet snatch as Cal and Bill discuss how well they got off
in me.”

My wife went on to make me try and understand that
whatever we did within our marriage was okay, since it
was a part of our legal conjugal marital relations.

I wasn’t totally convinced by this and other
conversations we had on this subject. Neither did my
confidence come about to openly feel comfortable to
openly talk of my eating her creamy hair pie, especially
in the presence of the men who deposited it there.

However, the guys, all four of them, continued to
mention something from time to time about my gooey muff
diving. My wife, even though well meaning in her attempt
to desensitize me on the subject, did continue to bruise
my feeling as she failed to not criticize their jokes
about me. However, despite all this, I continued to suck
out my wife’s fucked and frothy slimy snatch because I
had no other way to compete with these more well endowed
“sperm depositors”.

This bizarre ordeal had made a complete wimp out of me
in my own home. It was further difficult to control the
coming and goings of Bill and Cal, since my wife
browbeat into me getting them their own house keys.

As if it wasn’t bad enough to have two guys, I
considered close buddies to be fucking my wife, it was
rather by accident that I discovered that my other two
“close” buddies, were also getting into my wife’s
panties too.

I confronted my wife.

“It sort of just happened dear.”

“H-How long has Daryl and Eric b-been i-intimate
with…”

“I’ve been fucking them since I was pregnant with
Callie.”

Then it dawned on me that I was probably sucking up and
eating the output of four dicks, versus two. I was too
embarrassed to ask her about that aspect.

“K-Kay, I-I don’t know w-what to say. I-I never thought
y-you’d be deceitful to me.”

“I know darling, I was wrong, but it was sort of unfair
for only two of your buddies to be sharing me, and the
other two not to do the same. Yes, I was wrong not to
tell you, but I thought I was doing the right thing for
your friends. They would get so hard up from hearing Cal
and Bill talk about how good my pussy was. You should’ve
felt how hard Daryl’s and Eric’s dicks were when they
first showed them to me.”

I looked at her wild eyed.

“Kirk darling, please forgive me for deceiving you, even
though it was for a good cause, that is of helping your
friends with their hard-ons. However, honey, you should
also look at this from another angle also.”

“What angle is that?” I replied.

“That you should be flattered that Daryl and Eric were
aroused enough to want me, your wife, just from hearing
Cal and Bill talking about how good my pussy was to
them.”

“K-Kay I-I can’t believe you’re saying this. Y-You’re
not the same woman I-I married.” I stumbled as I tried
to respond to her unbelievably assertion.

“I am, but just more sexually satisfied than ever
before. I feel, so…so, I guess the word is womanly,
yes, like a real woman now. You know, with all the
sexing you and your buddies are giving me.”

I started to reply to Kay, but a passionate kiss and
embrace from her silenced me. My wife’s hugs and open
mouth kisses had the same effect, as my mother’s hugs
were when I was a toddler and had a hurt finger. Her hug
and kisses were comforting, but I was still emotionally
hurt by all that had been revealed to me.

It was obvious from my wife’s affinity for them, that my
buddies, and definitely their 4 dicks, were a part of my
marriage, whether I wanted it or not. I was saddened by
her announcement of that at the dinner table one
evening, when all four of my supposedly buddies, were
there with us. After putting the kids to bed, my wife
returned and made her startling declaration.

“Guys, I have an announcement to make. After discussing
it, I have convinced Kirk that it makes no sense to hide
it that I’m common pussy for all you men, and of course
my sweetie pie husband.”

“YEAAAAH! Three cheers for Kirk! For he’s a mighty good
fellow!” The guys rang out, almost in unison. However, I
wasn’t in the mood to be cheerful. Neither by my wife’s
surprise announcement, or her overt, even if it was not
intentional, put-down of my masculinity. I didn’t know
how to take her not saying we were all men, rather than
her emphasis on “men” and then letting her voice lower
as she spoke “sweetie pie husband”.

My wife was basically saying that she had four men and a
husband.

“Now guys, since all of y’all are going to be poking my
pussy regularly, you need to give me some kind of
schedule. After all, I’m a busy mother and housekeeper.”
My wife said with a gleeful look, but also exhibited a
slightly smirking face. The guys all chuckled. It was
then that I saw Daryl and Bill reached over and groped
her tits openly, which sort of added to her declaration
she was a common woman for us.

I was again saddened, since it was obvious my wife was
directing her statement on “scheduling” to my four
buddies, and not including me. It was almost like she
was saying, she would schedule them, but work me in as
an after thought.

Of course the reality of it was that I would get
whatever leftover intimacy she had. There was more truth
in this as she’d let me know, point blank, that this new
openness wouldn’t affect her need for me to tongue and
suck her slimy, drippy, jism laden snatch after she was
fucked by the guys.

With my 4 “close” friends fucking my wife’s pussy so
often, many times she was too tired and too sore, that
is after putting out for them. However, she still
demanded I do my share of lovemaking to her with my
thorough pussy licking and sucking. But, she was too
tired after that to let me put it in, and enjoy what
pleasure I could from her well fucked and stretched
slit.

Occasionally she would give me a blow job, but more
often she would wank me off. It became more frequent
that she would tell me; “Honey, I’m all sexed out, how
about beating your meat off for me? Thanks.” She’d then
turn her back to me and fall instantly asleep. She
didn’t seem to have the slightest concern for my relief,
as I was left holding my aching hard prick as I was
posed to slip it in her well licked and sucked muff.

*** A SPANKING – ANOTHER BLOW TO MY MANHOOD

Another major turning point in our restructured marriage
occurred at dinner one Friday night when all four of the
guys were over.

As my wife cleared the table, and at her request, I
bathed, read them stories and tucked our two little ones
to bed.

When I returned to the family/dining room, I noticed
that the toddler lock had been engaged on the door. It
was apparent the group didn’t want the young ones
bursting into the room un-expectantly. I thought they
maybe watching a XXX video.

It was worse. It was more like the making of a XXX
video.

When I returned to our family room, I walked in on
beginnings of an orgy in process. Not only was my wife
the star attraction, she also seemed a very willing and
eager participant.

She was topless and it seemed all four of the guys were
groping her simultaneously. Eric was suckling one
delicious tit, while Daryl was kneading the other. Kay
and Cal were obviously having a passionate open mouth
kiss, while Bill and Cal both had hands under her raised
dress fondling her shapely bush.

Something inside of me snapped. How could she be so
blatant and brazen, and right in front of me to boot? It
was bad enough she seemed to always be more accommodating
to my four big dick buddies than me.

“Kay! This is an outrage! I demand you stop acting like
a tramp and show me some respect! After all, I am your
husband!” I said angrily.

“Kirk! Whatever is wrong with you! Don’t talk so loud,
you might wake the kids. And what do you mean calling me
a tramp?” My wife spoke firmly and with an annoyed tone.

I had gotten her attention. This was goodness, or so I
thought.

“Kay, it’s bad enough you deceived me about putting out
for all the guys, but to do this right in front of…”

“SLAP!”

Kay walked up and without warning slapped me so hard I
tumbled backward a step or two. My face was burning.

“K-Kay! W-What d-did you do that for? A-Are you
losing…” I started to speak but was again cut off mid
sentence – this time with words not with a blow from her
hand.

“Daryl! Eric! Grab him! And be sure and hold his mouth
shut while I find some tape.”

I was Stunned by how quickly Daryl and Eric restrained
me. I wasn’t sure which one had his hand over my mouth.
By the time I did, my wife returned from the kitchen
with a strip of wide wrapping tape. Before I realized
it, my mouth was taped shut. She told Daryl and Eric to
continue holding me.

“That’s better. With that on dear, you have less of a
chance of waking the children. Better yet, we’re going
to the basement. I want you to explain calling me a
tramp, especially after all me and the guys have done to
protect you.” My wife said in a huffy voice. It was
obvious she was very upset.

Daryl and Eric guided me toward the basement door
basically lifting me up when I was slow to propel myself
in that direction. Being that I was of much smaller
stature than them, they easily picked me up for the trip
downstairs. Before I cleared the door, I heard my wife
call out to Bill and Cal.

“You two stay up here and watch out for your kids waking
up, while I tend to my smart mouth husband.”

Her emphasis on “your” was a bit of insult to injury
while all this other was going on. It was an obvious
reminder of my cuckold status.

I was carried down the steps with my wife behind me. I
heard the door closing in back of her. I was beginning
to get even more worried now. What was to happen to me?

“Hold him right there.” She said to the guys on either
side of me, who had a firm grasp of my arms.

“Now honey, what is this all about you call calling me a
tramp?

Here I’ve delivered two babies to protect you from
professional ruin. OOOOHHHHH! It makes me so mad to
think you called me that.” Kay said in an emotional,
almost screaming tone.

“You have to apologize to me and it must be done in a
way that I know you really mean it. Additionally it must
be done in a manner that will remind you not to make
such an outburst again or even think such a thing. I
partially understand that you’re under some stress
because of the circumstances you’ve been thrust into.
However, those same circumstances have also thrust your
friends’ big dicks into me. You must understand and
accept that. I’ve become pleasurably accustomed to them
now. That’s a fact of life you must live with. You must
get use to that, without getting flustered or upset
about it, just like you’ve done in regard to licking my
pussy after I get fucked.”

Even though speechless in my bound condition, I would’ve
been speechless nevertheless. As I let her words soak
in, now I was sure my wife was possessed. However, I was
now worried what type of apology she may be cooking up
for me.

My wife silently held her chin as she pondered and
walked a short distance away. It was obvious she was
deep in thought.

I tried to speak through the tape over my mouth, but I
only made muffled and muted noise. She ignored me anyway
as she continued to ponder.

“I’ve got it! I’ll just have to address you on the same
juvenile level that you’re acting at.” Her proclamation
made no sense to me as she spoke and went over to
another part of our basement rec room.

“Ah! This should do just fine.” Kay said with a smile as
she returned. She was carrying a ping pong paddle and
swinging it back and forth.

It took me a bit to associate everything. Finally, it
dawned on me what was on her mind as stood before me
waving the paddle and smacking her hand with it.
“Yes Kirk, I believe a spanking is the answer to your
unwarranted, shameful, and hurtful outburst. I’ve read
somewhere a little pain helps the mind to gain humility.
Let this spanking be a reminder to control your
emotions, and for us to have civil and orderly
discussions about any issues in our marriage.
Understand?”

I didn’t acknowledge her statement by nodding, but
simply looking at her wild eyed and unbelieving what I’d
heard spoken. The impending action of what was about to
happen still hadn’t registered with me fully.

“Okay guys, position him such that his butt is where I
can get at it. Here, let me get his pants and shorts
down. He doesn’t need any layers of clothing to get in
the way. He needs to feel the full treatment.”

Before I knew it, I was bent over the arm of an old, big
easy chair. The reality of my situation finally hit home
when I felt the cool air on my raised ass cheek, as well
as the strong arms and hands of Daryl and Eric holding
me down securely.

Per my wife’s instructions, they each used one of their
feet to brace my legs in my bent over position. In the
position they had me in, all I could do was wiggle and
struggle, and make muted mumbles, which were to no
avail. My wife was driving this train and it was leaving
the station.
The next time reality hit home for me was when Kay
swatted me with her first blow.

“WHAP!”

“UUMMMPPP” Was the only sound I could make as she talked
and swung the paddle with a force I never associated
with her.

“Darling… WHAP! … just as … WHAP! … your …
WHAP! … mother probably… WHAP! … told you… WHAP!
… when she … WHAP! … had to … WHAP! … punish
you… WHAP!… like this… WHAP!
… when you… WHAP! … were young… WHAP! … This
hurts… WHAP! … me more … WHAP! … than you …
WHAP!. But what … WHAP!… needs to… WHAP! … be
done … WHAP! … Must be … WHAP! … Done!”

“WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!”

My butt was stinging and burning as my wife continued
her staccato like onslaught to my battered bottom. All I
could do was struggle in vain as the searing hurt from
the repeated paddle smacks intensified. I was so
relieved when she finally stopped. She was gasping for
breath after the strenuous exertion of her paddle
swinging.

“Now… GASP! … do you… GASP!… better understand
… GASP! … how to treat … GASP! a-and respect …
GASP! … your wife… GASP! … after all I’ve …
GASP! … Been through for… GASP! … for you and …
GASP! … the family?” My wife spoke exhausted as she
yanked the tape from across from my mouth.

“Y-Yes … SOB! … Kay. I… SOB! … I do!” I replied
crying and weeping profusely.

Needless to say, I was very meek and mild after the
vicious spanking my wife imposed on me, with the aid of
those who were suppose to be my “good buddies”. Now they
were more like “my tormentors”.

Later after I’d regained some semblance of composure, I
was ordered back upstairs and directed to clean up the
dinner dishes and the kitchen.

“This little chore will take your mind off your red and
bruised bottom. Mop the floor too honey when you’re
through with the dishes. While you’re doing that, I’m
going to spend some quality time with the fellows. Don’t
worry, I’ll call you when my pussy too sloppy for them
to enjoy.” Kay said as she left to join the guys. I knew
they were probably going to start up exactly where they
left off, when I started complaining about her lewd
behavior with them.

In retrospect, I now wished I’d just minded my own
business and let them be. At least I would’ve had more
of my self respect and esteem in tact. Now, I suspected
that it would be hard for me to exercise any control
over my wife, and my tormenting buddies, after this
incident. I suspected that once they’d run over me –
which they had – things would never be the same again.

For once I was right.

When I didn’t think things could get any worse, over the
next four years, the GO3 returned twice more. Their
visits and the enforced inseminations of my wife by
Daryl and Eric resulted in us having our family
increased even more. With Daryl, there were fraternal
twins, which Kay insisted on naming Darren and Darla.
With Eric, a daughter named Erica.

Additionally, the forced sex at the time of each
invasion, seemed to get progressively more nasty and
sloppier upon each occurrence.

These third and fourth times, I was forced to have my
head under the coupled genitals of my wife and Daryl, as
well as when she and Eric fucked.

Each time, the fuck juices from the action of their
joined sexes splattered down upon my upturned face.
Besides having to endure that, I also had to suffer the
heat and fuggy hot lusty smell of their sexual coupling,
as well as have my face beat mercilessly by both men’s
large low hanging, bouncing balls.

The only positive thing about the position was that it
made it easier to suck down the thick warm fuck slop
that oozed out of my wife’s fuck slit, after each guy
pulled out their long tools. After each sex session was
over, my face was drenched with cream colored sex drip
and ooze.

After the birth of Erica, I was informed that the GO3’s
reign of terror over me, was over. However, the
mysterious group indicated that if they ever hear of me
giving another pro-choice speech, I should count on more
children to my family, possibly by my friends or other
men, and of course, the exposure of us all on the
Internet. They also warned me that I was never to
divorce or leave my wife or impregnate her myself. “She
is only to have children from other men, not you. If we
find out you didn’t heed our warning, we’ll be back.
Remember, we know all about you and you can’t escape us,
no matter where you move.” The intimidating note from
the GO3 read.

I felt extremely dejected and put down by such a dire
warning. However, I guess it didn’t really matter, as we
couldn’t afford any more kids anyway.

For sure, I don’t talk about anything related to
abortions anymore.

Another thing is that I’ll always wonder and remain
puzzled at how the Gang of 3 intruders managed to target
each of my old high school buddies, one after the other,
without repetition, for the forced insemination of my
wife Kay. However, now it’s a moot point. No matter that
I didn’t actually father our five kids, they all call me
“Daddy” now and are legally mine, despite that they all
closely resemble their biological fathers.

I guess in a way I’m still lucky Kay didn’t leave me for
one or all of my buddies. Even though I wasn’t happy
about the whole turn of events, I’ve resigned myself to
my situation, including still being her “licker up man”
(one of her nick names for me now).

I still don’t talk openly of my creamy pussy eating,
even if my wife encourages me. She routinely comments on
what an exceptional job I do sucking her out, and off.
She does so openly in front of the guys – to my utter
and continuous embarrassment.

I also say nothing when the four guys make quips and off
hand comments about me consuming most of the fuck juices
they shoot off in my wife.

ANOTHER SUBJECT I RELUCTANTLY DISCUSS:

There was another sad development in my sad saga, which
I was reluctant to mention. However, since I’ve revealed
so much, I might as well tell you readers about it.

At the respective forced sex sessions between Daryl and
Eric and my wife Kay, the GO3 forced me to lick clean
Daryl’s and Eric’s slime coated dicks after they’d been
forced to fuck my wife on separate occasions.

It was during each of these events, where each also
became very aroused and erect. As a result of that
happening, the GO3 forced me to orally caress them to
completion, which of course resulted in me swallowing
gobs of their hot semen in addition to what I had to
vacuum out of my wife’s well fucked gaping drippy
snatch.

This further added to my total and abject humiliation.
When I’m in the presence of the guys, as well as my
wife, I cringe at the slightest mention of my “cleaning”
role in any of the above mentioned incidents.

If that wasn’t bad enough, as has been discerned by now,
Kay became much more dominant in our marriage. If I
raised the slightest bit of a fuss or challenged her
suggestions – which in reality were more like tasks or
assigned chores – I could find myself under the threat
of being punished, usually with a spanking.

Knowing she had four helpers who’d already helped in her
initial corporal punishment of me, I usually capitulated
to her desires, no matter how small.

Paddle pain was not my thing. As I write this account,
to date, Kay has imposed corporal punishment on me three
times. She’s broken one paddle on me and another cracked
after her last paddling of me. She’s let it be known she
plans to buy more.

I was horrified at her threat to transition from paddles
to something sturdier for me, since, in her words, I
occasionally insist on “being uncooperative and causing
emotional turmoil in our marriage.

My four buddies have taken advantage of my wife’s
domination over me and used it for their convenience.

It started when my wife was away from home a few days
with her Mom, who’d had some minor surgery. The guys and
I watched the kids by us each taking a day off from
work.

Kay phoned to let us know she wouldn’t be coming home
when she’d originally planned, but would return three
days later.

It didn’t bother me that much, but I was unprepared for
how it would bother the guys. Little did I know how
they’d become so dependent on my wife for their pleasure
and sexual maintenance.

The Friday night Kay was to return, Bill and Eric were
over. The kids were all bedded down and we three were
watching TV and guzzling some cold ones.

“Kirk, I really miss your wife. I was counting on boning
her good tonight. It would really feel good to have my
dick in her juicy pussy right along now.”

“I know how you feel Bill. Damn! My dicks hard too, just
from thinking about her sweet lips, juicy cunt, and fine
ass.” Eric replied to Bill’s out of the blue comment.

“Huh… er, well, she’ll be back Monday.” I replied to
Bill, after he broke my concentration on the show we
were watching. I was upset at both of the guys talking
about my wife as if she just a piece of meat and a
pleasure object for their desire. Unfortunately, that’s
the way things were now in my house and I had little
influence to change things.

I was hoping the guys would leave, but they stayed and
lamented even more crudely, I might add, about missing
my wife and her luscious pussy. A pussy they all knew
that was more available to them to fuck than me.

I was even more upset at Bill and Eric grasping their
obvious erections, which were now clearly, and lewdly,
outlined, and straining against the fabric of their
trousers.

“Kirk, Kay has been away almost a week now. Why, you
haven’t eaten right for the last 6 days.”

“Yes, I miss her cooking, but it hasn’t been to bad.
I’ve done pretty good with the frozen foods fixing meals
and snacks for me and the kids.” I replied to Bill,
thankful that the conversation had changed focus.

“What I was talking about was the hot cream filled hair
pies we made for you and she feeds you in the bedroom.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

I turned red faced at Bill’s comment and subsequent
laughter.

Eric joined in too with a smirking smile.

“D-Don’t you guys have somewhere to go?” I replied
curtly. Even though upset and pissed, I tried to remain
calm at their put down of me.

“No need to get testy Kirk. Maybe you need something to
calm your nerves, and I believe I’ve got just the
solution you need right here.” Bill said, as he stood up
grasping the large outline of his very aroused penis.

“You’re on a regular diet of our dick cream from her
cunt. We all know that. Kay likes feeding it to you. She
tells us that all the time as she tries to get all she
can from our dicks. She really can milk my dick with her
squeezing pussy.”

“I second that.” Eric said as he grasped the outline of
his erection.

“And for you to have continued eating it so long, you
must like the stuff. Right?” Bill asked as he looked
over at me.

“T-That’s not true! A-And y’all know so. It-It’s just t-
that… Well… Why am I trying to explain anything to
y’all. It’s none of your business what Kay and I do in
our bedroom. I-I don’t have to explain anything.” I
replied in a flustered tone and state. I was angry about
their assertion. I didn’t like the idea of being a cum
eater, but I had gotten accustomed to the taste, since
I’d basically been forced to endure it.

“True, you don’t, but you have been missing a key part
of your food group since Kay is not here to feed you our
jism mixed with her pussy juice.” Said Bill.

“He’s right Kirk.” Eric interjected.

“And I’m sure Kay would want us to be sure you were
eating right if we could help out, and I think we can.”
Bill spoke with a wicked smile on his face, as he still
grasped his erect penis.

It dawned on me where he was headed with this
discussion, but before I could say anything, he was
standing directly in front of me and starting to
unbuckle his belt.

Mortified at the brazen boldness of his action, I just
sat there spellbound of what was occurring before me.

“Yes, Kirk, as a cream pie eating husband, you should
not have any problem sucking the cum cream out of our
dicks. Besides, we all know you’ve sucked dick before –
remember? And for sure, you’re use to the taste of dick
meat and jism cream. In this way you get your key
dietary ingredient, and we get off too.”

“And go home with satisfied dicks.” Eric again added
onto Bill’s words.

Bill’s logic was flawless, even though humiliating,
disgraceful and perverted to me.

“G-Guys y-you know I-I was f-forced to do-do those
things. I-I can’t…” Bill not only cut me off, but
pushed me back down as I attempted to move from my seat
directly in front of his now exposed and jutting swollen
member. From my seated perspective, the sight of his
immense and rigid meaty tool was impressive, yet
frightening.

“Eric show him our welcome home presents for his wife if
he doesn’t cooperate and eat right.” Bill said directing
his comments to Eric.

From behind the sofa, Eric pulled out a long black case.
It looked like a case for rifles.

When Eric opened it, I was surprised at the contents,
which were neatly placed in cut outs, which had been
made in the foam inserts which lined the top and bottom
of the case. Never had I seen us an array of whipping
instruments in one place.

“We got this from a Dom who was selling off her stuff. I
bet Kay would have fun trying some of this stuff out on
you. Don’t you think Kirk?”

“Especially this weighted leather paddle.” Eric said as
he removed a large stiff leather paddle from the case
and described how the perforated stiff leather face was
surrounded by ball bearing weight that had been stitched
in the surrounding edge of the paddle face. The purpose
was obviously to increase the impact to the victim’s
rear with a minimum of effort on the whipper’s part.
Eric revealed they were going to give this to my wife
anyway, to replace the cracked ping pong paddle.

However, Bill and Eric made it clear that if I didn’t
cooperate and suck them off, that they not only would
give Kay the entire collection, but may take me to the
basement and use one or two of the items on me.

“Besides, I’m willing to bet if we tell Kay, you
wouldn’t help us out, she might take a paddle to you
anyway.” Bill said with a chuckle. He might’ve been
joking, but with the way my wife had been acting lately,
I was afraid that indeed there was more truth to what he
was saying than I wanted to admit.

I knew my options were limited. Despite my begging and
pleading, both men were too full of lust, and the need
to appease that lust, to be reasoned with, or honor my
pleas. My eyes were watery and my voice cracked. I was
literally defenseless. I was a broken man in a corner,
and without any real options. However, I continued to
try and reason with Bill, since he appeared to be the
lead perpetrator in this.

“Close that door and go check on the kids to make sure
they don’t come in here.” Bill said to Eric, as I was
still pleading for mercy for them not to impose
themselves on me, or to whip me.

When Bill turned around, he swiftly grabbed my head and
thrust his bloated shiny dick head right between my lips
as I was talking. Before I knew it, my mouth was stuffed
full of hard dick.

“You better not bite either! If you do, a paddling won’t
be all you get!” Bill said as he moaned slightly all the
while making a fist with his other free hand. His dick
was so hard that I doubt he’d felt it if I did try to
bite.

“Now suck it! Just like you did when the gang had a gun
to your head!” Bill added. I saw Eric looking in my
direction as he was preparing to walk away to check on
the kids. He had that all too familiar smirk on his face
as he saw me capitulate to being the cocksucker that he
and Bill desired me to be.

I was a beaten man and we all knew it. I followed Bill’s
instructions as he had me hold his big balls, suckle his
dick head, and slide my mouth back and forth along his
huge, rigid, and long dick shaft.

Finally after about 10 minutes, bill erupted a very warm
gusher of gooey and very slimy semen down my throat as I
desperately strove to swallow it all without choking. I
was successful, and amazed at the copious quantity of
the volume of jism he shot off in my mouth.

With my tongue and gums still coated with Bill’s jism
slime, Eric pushed his large dick in my mouth as soon as
Bill pulled his out.

Eric inundating my mouth and throat with his viscous
load of warm slimy dick cum.

I was amazed at the attitude of both men as they sat
down and finished watching TV after emptying the cause
of their hard dicks down my throat. It was as if they
hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary.

“The least you two could do is apologize for what y’all
did to me.” I spoke out loudly, as I returned to the
room after composing myself. Both men looked at me as if
I crazy and returned their gaze back toward the screen.
They said nothing as I stood there. I was fuming.

Little did I realize that their actions would end up
being more ordinary than I’ve ever dreamed. For you see
the next night, Saturday, Cal and Daryl, forced
themselves on me also. Bill and Eric had told them about
their experience with me and I essentially was
browbeaten, into sucking their very hard dicks off also.

Upon my wife’s return, the guys, to my relief and as
they promised, said nothing to her about their use of my
mouth as a surrogate for her pussy. However, after she
opened the welcome home gift – the heavy thick leather
paddle – they presented to her, the look on her face, as
she looked at me, sent a shiver through me. It was clear
she couldn’t wait to use her gift on yours truly.

I knew I’d better be careful in my dealings with my
wife, so as not to upset her, as I’m certain the
slightest excuse would trigger her to use it on me.
It took about 4 weeks, but Kay did find an excuse to use
her new paddle on me. And I must tell you, it really
inflicts pain. Even with the guys holding me down, I was
squirming and shaking after each heavy blow.

I was so angry with the guys for getting it for her. But
alas, there was nothing I could do about, for the paddle
and its use on me became another fixture and routine in
our marital relationship.

Speaking of routines, I found it easier to stop
resisting the guys when they demanded more blowjobs of
me. What brought this about was that the last time I
refused them, they gave my wife a riding crop from their
hidden collection.

It didn’t take her long to find a reason to use it on
me. It hurts much more than the leather paddle.

From then on, I gave in and cooperate with the guys
whenever they get the urge to coat my tonsils with their
hot semen. It’s a perverted and disgraceful way to keep
the peace with them, but what can I do?

Needless to say, I’ve also had to permanently accept my
“close” buddies continued borrowing of my wife for sex.
Besides, with her refusing to refuse them, and her
saying she’s become accustomed to, and need their big
tools, it’s a hopeless cause for me to try and stop her
anyway.