TITLE    : Best Friend's Wife
STORYID  : best-friends-wife
SUMMARY  : Wife-swapping among the half-washed.
AUTHOR   : blueboar@lit
DATE     : 2001-12-02
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |none|


"Take a look at this one, Andy," Bob said as he took off his boots.



I looked over from my locker to see Bob grinning stupidly at me. In his right hand he held open the December '00 issue of Screw.



"You're gonna get in real trouble there, Bob," I said walking to him. 



"Fuck that shit," he grinned and handed me the magazine. I looked down at the picture of the guy with a horse dick being held by two fake-titted bimbos. "Nice, eh?" he smiled.



Sure it was nice. Fuck. What could be better, you know? Still, the foreman told us we couldn't take no more magazines off the press. And because Screw was the one dirty magazine the company printed, we were told almost weekly to not steal them.



I handed the magazine back to Bob. He shoved it in his locker and took off his other boot. He didn't know better. Bob was a little dull. Bob liked his Harley, the Green Bay Packers, his F-150, dear hunting season and fishing, in that order. And, yeah, sure he liked his wife Judy, sometimes. In fact, he liked pretty much everything I liked, except my wife, Tina, and my two little girls were first on my list. And, yeah, we both loved our jobs, press-men for a mid-sized printer run by this crazy guy who sometimes came onto the factory floor riding an elephant.



"Fuck," Bob laughed, taking off his T-shirt and revealing his slight pouch of a gut. "What would you do with two girls like that? Fuck."



I grinned. "Bob, you couldn't handle one bitch like that, man, you know."



"Bullshit," he snorted and pulled off his underwear. I turned away. Bob liked to show off. He had good reason. Bob had a big dick, nearly six inches soft. He said it got over ten inches hard and was thicker than his wife's wrist. "Come on," he laughed. "Check this out and tell me I can't handle them two in that picture, there?"



I glanced down and Bob was grabbing himself and shaking the fuckin' python. I turned away, wanting to wretch. "Yeah Bob, sure you got a big dick and everything, but God wasn't too kind to you upstairs, if you know what I mean, and that ugly mug of yours. . . ."



He laughed and threw a boot at me. I moved away and the thing landed with a loud thump on the floor. I continued undressing and heard him heading for the shower. Crazy old Bob.



Five minutes later, we were drying ourselves. It felt good. Friday night. Weekend and the Packers' in a critical conference game on Sunday. The green and gold had a lot to prove because they'd not made the playoffs the year before and we were sure they could pull it off this year. God, life was good..



"You gonna head to Toaster's for a cold one, eh?" he asked, putting his towel away.



"Sure," I nodded and put my underwear on. I grabbed my dick and balls and adjusted them so that they rested just right in the crotch area.



Toaster's was one of the local bars we went to after work to relax after a hard day. My Friday night routine was to play a little pool, shoot a little darts, have a pitcher or two of Miller Draft and head home to the wife and kids. I put my Levi's on, buckled up and grabbed my green and gold T-shirt.



"Heh, you think those two chicks from last night--you know, think maybe they'll like be there and shit?" Bob asked.



I turned to him. He was putting his boots on and was blushing like crazy. Bob may have had the biggest dick on any white guy in the city but he was totally shy around women. He was pretty shy generally. It had taken about six months for me and him to become good friends after we'd started at the company. We'd been there more than six years since, but. . . . That's why Bob liked me. I wasn't shy around chicks. It was never nothing serious, of course. Fuck. We were both married and we didn't want to mess that up. We just liked to flirt and shit.



"They might be there, man. I don't know," I said and started combing my thinning blond hair carefully, feathering it on either side of my part down the middle.



"Man, wouldn't that like be great, you know, to get some of that," Bob grinned.



"Sure would, man," I played along, fluffed up my long hair in the back and tenderly put my green and gold cap on.



"You don't think they were married or nothing, you know? You know, you don't think like they were lying or shit?" he asked standing up and combing his dark, thick hair. Bob was a lot less meticulous in his combing. That was Bob.



"I don't know, man."



"'Cuz, you know, I don't want to mess around with another guy's wife, you know. That's bullshit, man, you know."



"Yeah, I know, Bob. I know."



The two babes didn't show at the bar. After a couple of pitchers of beer, four games of pool (I won three), a couple of games of darts (I won both), three hours later, Bob and I decided to head out and call it a night.



Because my Blazer was in the shop, I walked with Bob to his '99 F-150. 



"I appreciate the ride today," I said, getting into the truck. 



Bob nodded, getting into the driver's seat, acting like I wasn't even there, and started the engine.



"Heh, man, everything okay, you know?" I asked him.



"Sure man," he replied sounding tired. He put it into gear and we were off.



I turned on the radio and smiled. A little Led Zeppelin. That would do the trick. Nothing like `Black Dog.' I banged my head a little to amuse him, but he said nothing, not even breaking a smile.



"Heh, man, what's your problem?" I asked, again, turning down Jimmy Page's wild guitar.



He shook his head, stopping at a red light.



"Come on, Bob. Everything cool?"



"Yeah, man, sure."



"Sure?"



He was silent and I thought it would be best to leave him alone. No reason pushing the guy. Sometimes a person's down and that was cool. Still, I was pretty sure I knew what was wrong. "Those chicks--" I began.



"Fuck them, man," he spat out. "Fuckin' whores, you know." 



"Yeah, man."



We were silent again and the truck stopped at another light. The truck jerked forward on the green and rolled along. I turned the volume on the radio again. Cool. A little Bad Company. Sweet. Bob turned down the volume and I looked at him. He turned slightly to me and I could see he was extremely tense. He turned back to the road and we got on the on-ramp for the freeway.



"I gotta tell you something, man," he said, his voice breaking. 



"Sure, man." I encouraged him. What the fuck? Bob was dying, what? 



"Man," he swallowed. "Ya wanna know something?"



I nodded.



"I've only been with one lady, you know, my whole life, man." 



Christ. I was blown away. That fuckin' monster dick and this guy's only fucked his wife? Jesus.



"You know, I just never met no one when I was in high school and shit, you know?" he continued softly.



"Sure, man," I lied. Fuck. In high school, a guy had to be the biggest nerd or the fattest turd in the world not to get some. Chicks would fuck you at the slightest word. All you had to do was get them drunk and bing. Fuckin' eh.



"I mean, I met Judy `cuz she was a good friend of my sister's, you know," he quivered. "And, you know, Judy told me once that she really got interested in me in the first place `cuz my sister told her she'd seen me naked and I had big dick."



I wanted to laugh my ass off. This was too much, but I didn't want to hurt the idiot's feelings. I nodded, instead.



"And, you know, we've been trying to have kids and shit and, you know, fuckin' nothing," he continued, his voice deep with emotion. 



I stopped snickering inside. This was serious. Fuck. I felt bad for him. Me and Tina had two girls and were thinking about trying for a boy. She'd gotten off the pill last month in preparation. Poor Bob. 



"Gone to the doctor, man?" I asked.



"I don' wanna go to no doctor, Andy. Fuck. What if he tells me I'm sterile and shit?"



"Yeah, but Judy's not gone neither, right?"



"I don't think so."



"Well, dude, it could be her, you know. You might be okay," I said, trying to be hopeful.



He shook his head sadly and then after a long silence he turned to me quickly and I thought the fucker would start crying. He turned back to the road, looking straight ahead. "No, man. Judy had an abortion in high school. She's fine," he said softly.





He swallowed and I could see he was sweating. Judy. What a fuckin' knockout. I always envied Bob he got to nail her on a regular basis. She was so petite and pretty. How she took Bob's big schlong I didn't want to think about. Probably straps and gears and shit. And her ass . . . fuck. But things started getting clear now. She'd probably gotten a bad rap as a slut in high school and then had to settle for old Bob. "Settle for old Bob?" Fuck, come on, man, don't be such an asshole. Bob was a good guy.



We got off the freeway in silence.



"You know, Bob," I said at the stop light at the end of the off-ramp. "If you really wanna get laid, just, you know, let me know." 



"What do you mean man?" he asked.



"What I mean, man, is I still know a lot of girls from high school and shit and, you know, some of them are divorced or never got married or nothing and, you know, if you wanna. . . ." I faded.



"Maybe, man," he whispered. "I don't know, you know."



"Well, Bob, I mean, like what's your main, you know, issue and shit, man? Is it you wanna get laid or you want your wife pregnant?" I asked. Fuckin' eh. I'm offering the jerk-off some pretty quality pussy and he's acting like some fuckin' priest.



"They're kind of connected, you know," he said softly.



"What do you mean, man?"



"Fuck," he blurted. "I mean, maybe it's just, you know, the chemistry between me and Judy. Maybe if I was with some other chick, maybe it would be, you know, like different."



"Bob, man. You wanna divorce Judy?" I asked surprised.



"No fuckin' way, dude," he snapped. "No, man. I'm not saying that, man." 



"What the fuck are you saying?"



"I'm saying maybe my sperm needs to mix a little with someone else and everything'll be okay and shit with Judy."



"What the fuck are you talking about, man?" I turned to him. "Are you nuts?"



"I don't know," he replied after a moment or two and looked straight ahead.



"Go to a fuckin' doctor, Bob, you stupid ass. Man, you're makin' no fuckin' sense."



He reached down and turned up the radio. Nice. A little Allman Brothers never hurt. We drove in silence. I slowly bobbed my head to the tough bass.



Ten minutes later, Bob turned onto my street. A Ranger was in the front along with my wife's Mustang. The white Ranger looked like Judy's. I smiled. The license plate read `NAST16-9'



"Judy must be over," I motioned to the truck. Judy and Tina were pretty good friends. Not the closest, but not too bad, mostly on account of me and Bob hanging out so much.



"Yeah," he nodded.



I opened the door. Bob sat in his seat.



"Don't you wanna come in?" I asked.



He looked at me and sort of grimaced. "I don't know, man. I feel kind of weird seeing Judy right now after, you know, everything we talked about."



"Don't be a shit-head, man. Come on. She'll be pissed as hell if you don't see or nothing." I smiled brightly. "Heh, I got an idea. Why don't we watch the Packers-New England Super Bowl."



Bob face brightened, impressed "You still got a tape?"



"Fuck yeah," I said proudly. That game, four years ago, when the Packers won the whole damn thing, that was one for the ages. I cherished my tape, and I knew it would cheer up good old Bob.



It took a while for everyone to sort of settle in. The girls were keen on the idea. Both of them loved the Packers almost as much as Bob and me. Tina got our girls to sleep at about 10:00 and I ordered some pizza. By 10:30, the four of us were reclining in my living room, laughing as Gil "the Grave Digger" Brown was strutting his stuff when he was announced onto the Super Dome.



Judy had just finished her third beer and grinned at me and Bob. 



"So did you guys go to Toaster's tonight?"



Bob nodded.



She continued smiling. "Friend of mine said she saw you guys there yesterday with a couple of bimbos."



Bob paled visibly. I laughed. "Fuck, Judy, do you know how many bimbos go to that place?" I asked.



"Yeah, but my friend said you guys were like real friendly with them." 



"Sure, I think maybe we bought them a drink or something, you know, just to be like gentlemen. Can't a guy buy a lady a drink without the world exploding?"



"Not if she ain't his wife," Tina said harshly, glaring at me. "God damn you Andy. I don't want you going there no more." I smiled at Tina. God. I loved her. Unlike the blond Judy, Tina was a brunette, taller, with a lot more meat on her. She was great in the sack. Like I would ever fuck around on her. 



"That's right, Andy," Judy laughed. "Bob, I know's too honest to do nothing crazy like that. But a real pussy hound like you, Andy, you could lead him on the wrong path."



I looked at Bob who was looking straight ahead at the TV. I turned to Judy and Tina and saw they were both smiling. I grabbed a beer and was about to tell them to go fuck themselves when the pizza- delivery guy saved my ass.



The greasy pizza and the cold beer seemed to relax everybody and we were in a real good mood at the end of the first quarter. Judy fucked it all up.



"Don't you get enough at home?" she teased.



I looked at her confused.



"I mean, why the fuck are you two whoring around when you got a beautiful girl like Tina here and Bob's got my tanned ass?" she smirked. 



I looked at Bob, who had stopped chewing on a mouthful of pizza. I turned back to the girls. "Let's get something straight, girls. Me and Bob have never cheated on our wives. Ain't that so, Bob?"



Bob nodded. "Yeah," he swallowed his pizza.



"Well," Tina grinned at me, "let's say for argument's sake, you're telling the truth. You guys still fool around too much without your wives."



"It's all them dirty magazines at work, Tina," Judy laughed. "It gets `em all hot and horny, you know. And instead of coming home and taking care of things with their wives, they go to the bar and pretend they're still like in high school."



"It's the pictures with the two women that get them really crazy," Tina said, before I could tell them I was cutting them off from the booze. 



"Yeah, why do you guys get all going with that two women thing when ya can't even take care of things on the home front?" Judy continued where Tina left off.



Okay. Now, I understood. They were pissed at us for flirting with the two bimbos and now they were going to bust our chops a little. That's cool. No biggie.



"I mean, it's such a joke," Tina said, taking the baton from Judy. "Can you imagine these potbellies trying to take on two of them porno types at the same time. They'd have a heart-attack."



The two of them laughed.



"Here," Tina said, her laughter continuing. She took the remote and turned off the game in the middle of a long pass by Brett Favre. 



"Heh!" me and Bob yelled out in unison.



Tina was standing up shaking her full round ass in the air and walking to the videotape box. "It's just a stupid tape," she said, and started bustling through it, looking for something.



I groaned inside. Not a fuckin' porno. Those were private. For my enjoyment or when the girls weren't around for me and Bob if he happened to be over. 



"I got it," she smiled at us, standing up holding a glossy-covered box with some naked women on it.



"What are you doing?" I growled at her as she started putting the tape in the VCR.



"Yeah," Judy laughed. "I haven't seen one of these in a long time. This should be fun."



"Those are my tapes," I whined, standing up.



"Don't be an ass," Tina waived me away. "This is the sort of stuff you guys dream about and I think it's just ridiculous."



The video started, some standard garbage. I was breathing heavily. I never watched the tapes with Tina, mostly I watched them alone, if you know what I mean. And I sure as hell didn't wanna watch them with Tina and Judy and Bob at the same time. It was too fuckin' weird. I looked at Bob for support, but he was flushed, staring intently at the first scene of a house wife waving her husband good bye, wearing garters and stockings at the front door. 



Tina and Judy immediately started laughing.



"Oh my God," Judy laughed. "This is what you guys get off on? God, look at this skank. Look at those fake tits." And it went on from there: the scene where the housewife got nailed by the meter- man, the scene where the housewife got it on with the next-door neighbor's wife, and the scene where the husband nailed his secretary at work and so forth. As it continued, the two of them were laughing less and less and watching with more and more intensity, until finally the big orgy scene began where the neighbors fucked each others' wives.



Tina gasped when the neighbor pulled down his pants and the housewife started sucking him to an erection. The guy was huge. I'd seen him in other tapes. They usually brought him out for the grand finale. 



"Look at that thing," Tina mumbled. "Christ."



Judy clasped and unclasped her hands and looked around, agitated, almost rocking herself, as we were all given a close-up of the erection becoming complete.



The big neighbor bent over the housewife and shoved his cock in from behind with very little warning. The housewife screamed. The husband had the neighbor's wife on her back on a couch next to them and was struggling to get his semi-erect dick inside her.



"God," Tina murmured. "I feel sorry for her."



"Which one?" Judy laughed.



"What do you mean, which one? That poor girl's gonna be torn apart with that thing."



"She'll be fine," Judy reassured her. "Christ, Bob's got a bigger one and I'm still walking," Judy blurted and Tina froze. I looked over at Bob and saw he was flushed, his pants lewdly lumped with excitement.



"Bob's dick is bigger than this guy's?" Tina whispered in astonishment after a moment.



"Sure," Judy breathed. "Why do you think I married him?" she tried to laugh.



I watched Tina struggling trying not to look over at Bob. That was enough.



I stood up, adjusting myself a little and took the controller from Tina. I turned off the tape. The two of them stared at me.



"Why'd you do that?" Tina asked genuinely upset.



"I think we've had enough, don't you?" I replied.



"It was just starting to get interesting," Judy smiled.



"Well, I think we're all kind of tired and maybe we should call it a night."



"You wanna get into bed with Tina and start banging out another baby, don't you?" Judy grinned.



I looked at my wife. She blushed, embarrassed she'd been talking to Judy about something personal like that.



"How big's Andy's dick?" Judy asked suddenly, turning to Tina. 



"Alright," I interrupted. "I think--"



"No," she continued. "I told you Bob's got a big one. I was just wondering. . . ."



Tina looked up at me, sort of shrugged and said. "You're pretty normal, don't you think, Andy?"



The two of them laughed as I felt the heat rise to my face. 



"It always gets the job done," I smirked and then felt awful right after I said it. Fuck. Gets the job done? Shit. I turned to Bob who was watching me. He turned away. Shit.



"Well," Tina started again. "I mean, how big is Bob, for crying out loud?"



"How big is it?" Judy called out to Bob. Bob was a statue of silence, but that didn't stop Judy. "I think I measured it once when we were dating. What was it? About ten inches hard, honey?"



Bob stood up, beet red. "I think we should be going, Judy," he said softly.



"Going? Going?" Tina teased. "Going my ass. I gotta see this thing." 



I stared at my wife. What the fuck was wrong with her? Normally, she was pretty quiet, but when she got around Judy she became just as obnoxious. Judy made everyone pretty obnoxious.



"Yeah, Bob," Judy grinned. "Show Tina that big dick of yours." 



I turned to poor Bob. His face was set and I could see he was really pissed off. I didn't want him to do anything crazy like hit Judy or something so I tried to calm he down.

<hr pg="2" />"They're drunk and fuckin' with you Bob," I said. "Tina knows about as much about dicks as my ass does. Nice Catholic girl, you know what I'm saying?" I laughed.



Bob turned to me and I could see he was lightening up a little. "I'm gonna get another beer," he smiled and went off to the kitchen. 



I smiled down at the two girls. Tina was seething. Judy was smirking, pleased I'd poked a little fun at my wife. Fuck `em. Bunch of retards. That was the problem with getting drunk with your wife. It always ended in a fight.



"I know cock," Tina spat out. "And I know you gotta a small one and you're mad `cuz I wanna see a real one for once in my life." 



I rolled my eyes. Blah. Blah. Blah. Whatever. Let Bob finish his beer and we'd get into bed and I'd show her a real cock.



Now, you might be thinking. What's my problem, right? Here was a chance for a little group action to get started, right? I'd get to nail Judy and Tina would. . . . Well, let me be honest with you. First, I knew my wife. I knew she was a little prissy Polish Catholic girl deep down and I didn't want to do nothing that would make her think she committed the greatest sin in the world. Second, well, fuck. Bob has a really big dick, you know. I mean, I've seen the fuckin' thing. I mean, Tina's only been with me and maybe two other guys in her twenty-eight years and I didn't want that monster hurting her or nothing, you know. And, finally, well, I mean. I think my dick's perfectly fine. Hell, more than fine. Never had no complaints. But it would be a little embarrassing showing my normal six incher with Bob's sausage flubbing all over the place. So fuck it. I wasn't going to encourage no bullshit that had absolutely no positives for me, except maybe fucking Judy, and that wasn't enough to tip the scales. Fuck it.



Bob returned with his beer, looking a lot more relaxed. He smiled at me, looked over and saw the two girls who were sitting next to each other, their legs and arms tightly crossed and in the same bitchy pose, both in their tight jeans and their green and gold sweaters. I shrugged at him and smiled. Whatever, eh?



Judy must have seen me smirking at Bob because she stood up immediately and walked over to the poor guy whispered in his ear for maybe two minute. I watched, wondering what the hell she was saying, but could tell from the expression on poor Bob's face that what she was telling him wasn't good. She finished and backed away a little.



"Well?" she asked determined.



He stared at her in disbelief.



"Well?" she persisted.



"What the fuck?" I started, but Bob put up his hand to stop me and turned to his wife.



"Let me think about it, okay?" he said softly.



She shook her head. "No. It's got to be tonight or I'll take that other route, you know."



Bob continued staring at his wife, looked down, looked up again and turned to me and then turned to my wife.



He took a deep breath and turned to me once more. "Judy really wants me to show my dick to Tina, Bob. She says you insulted Tina and. . . ." he faded.



Bullshit. What the fuck was he talking about? This had nothing to do with Tina. I continued staring at Bob. His face showed no expression. 



I looked at Tina who was staring at me defiantly. I wanted to slap her. Idiot was drunk and had no idea what the fuck was going on or where this could possibly lead. Fuck. I sighed. No big deal, right? Fuck. Let her see the fuckin' thing and get it over with.



"Fuck," I said, finally. "Fuck it. I don't give a shit. You can show your dick to whoever you like, man."



He continued staring at me and something in his eyes told me I'd said the wrong thing. The fucker was on the verge of tears and was about to say something, but Judy bounced from him to Tina, laughing. 



"You won't believe it," she said to my wife. "You've gotta see this thing." She took Tina's hand and walked her over to where Bob was standing. "Go ahead, honey, take it out," she cheered.



Bob shook his head and with shaking hands started unbuckling his pants. I sat down. Christ, what if the kids woke up. I should go check on them. And leave Tina alone with Judy and King Kong Dong? No fuckin' way. 



The poor guy's pants fell to the floor and he was in his fruit-of-a-looms, his hairy gut pouching out slightly from under his T-shirt. Judy and Tina were holding hands like two little school girls by his side. They were staring down at the fat bulge in the underwear. Tina I could see was excited, but not entirely certain what was happening. Ditz. You're going to see another guy's dick. Congratulations.



Without a word, Bob pulled down his underwear and it bobbed out, thick and long. Tina gasped. Judy giggled. Bob looked miserable. Fuck. The fuckin' thing was big when you really looked at it. In the showers, at work, you really didn't spend a lot of time staring at the thing, but here, in the comfort of your own living room with the TV turned off, there wasn't much else to do.



"Well?" Bob said trembling, looking over at Judy. "What do you want me to do now?"



"Nothing," Judy smiled and walked up to him. "We'll take it from here." And in a blink she was down on her knees loudly sucking on him. 



"Heh!" I called out. I mean, a fucking peep show in my living room? What the fuck, eh?



"She's gotta see him hard," Judy mumbled and continued with the sucking. Bob groaned as she really started going at it, jerking him off with both hands while she tried to stuff as much of the hardening blob into her mouth as she could. Tina was staring, pale, at the sight, her hands tightly clasped in front of her. For a second she looked at me, as if to ask what was going on, but I just shook my head, disgusted. 



Judy let him go after a minute or two of loud sucking and there it was. I couldn't help but stare with the two girls. The fuckin' thing was huge, all shiny from Judy's spit, veins and shit going this way and that, and it seemed to be alive, pulsing and jerking, like it was looking for a friend.



"You wanna touch it?" Judy asked Tina.



My heart did a triple flip-flop as Tina jerked her head in my direction. 



"Put your pants on, Bob. Show time's over, pal," I called out. 



"Come on!" Judy screeched. "Just a little touch, for crying out loud! Christ! I'm not asking her to . . . I mean, Christ, look at her. She really wants to touch it."



I looked up at my wife. She was mesmerized by the damn thing. "Tina," I called out to her. She turned to me. "If you wanna touch it. Go ahead. I don't care, but that's it. The kids could come out any second. . . ." I faded, and congratulated myself. No fuckin' way she'd touch that thing now that I mentioned the kids. Tina wasn't a slut like Judy. Tina wasn't. . . . Jesus.



Bob's groan interrupted my happy thoughts, as Tina's hand wrapped around the fuckin' thing. I could see her trembling, trying to get her hand completely around it. It was no good. Too fuckin' big and she just stood there dumbfounded with a big over bloated fat dick in her hand. 



"What did I tell you?" Judy said. "Isn't that the biggest dick you've ever seen?"



Tina turned to her and nodded dumbly.



"I mean, I can't even get it all in me, you know. I have to stop Bob like two-thirds of the way because I'm afraid he's going to tear me open," she babbled and then turned to me. She smiled wickedly. "Okay, Andy. It's only fair now I get to see your dick, eh?"



I wasn't listening to her. I was watching as my wife's hand started caressing and stroking Bob. I could see him trying not to, but he was pushing himself slowly in and out of her tight little fist. Neither one of the idiots knew what the fuck they were doing.



"What do you think, Tina?" Judy asked. "Ya think I should get to see Andy's dick?"



"I don't care," Tina swallowed, sounding terrified. "It's up to him, I guess."



I stood up and was about to tell her to go fuck herself and grab my wife's hand away and off Bob, but the little bitch wasn't through. 



"Come on," she teased. "You don' wanna show me your little baby dick." 



Stupid bitch. "Get out of my home," I growled at her.



She laughed. "God, Andy. Do you know how much Bob looks up to you? You're like his big brother. He's constantly repeating what you tell him at home. The idiot's even thinking about getting rid of his F-150 to buy a Blazer, just like you. And here, all along, you're like the biggest loser in the world. Fuck. What's wrong with you Bob?" she laughed, turning to her husband.



Bob's dick was going down. He looked away from me and I saw Tina release him. The thing flopped down against his thigh.



You ever get the feeling you're the party-pooper? Everyone wants to do something and you're like all whining and shit? Rarely did it ever happen to me. Usually, I was the leader, the one taking charge. But now Tina was looking at me differently than I could ever remember, like she saw through me, like I wasn't who she thought I was. I wasn't the star quarterback in high school in her eyes anymore. Stroking a ten-inch dick does tend to skew reality a little. Bob, on the other hand, was looking relieved. His eyes searched the ground for his underwear as his dick swung this way and that. Good old Bob.



Tina continued staring at me, and I could see the shame in her eye that she'd touched another man's cock, but also a great disappointment with me. Fuck it. I turned to Judy and grinned. "Come here, Judy," I said. "I'll show you my cock."



Bob jerked his head back to make sure he'd heard right. Tina stared in disbelief, but Judy sauntered over like she had no care in the world, smiling broadly. I watched her, a little unsettled, and unbuckled my pants, but before I could pull them down, her hands were on my waist and she had them and my underwear off in five seconds. She smiled up at my, not even looking at my face and then her hand grabbed it.



"Ummm," she smiled. "Not bad, Andy. Why would you wanna hide this thing?" She asked and then lowered her hand and started gently caressing and cupping my balls. "Big balls," she whispered. "Lots of nice sperm." I groaned as she squeezed a little harder and then she was down on her knees, poor Tina gasped, and before I could push her away she had my half-erect cock in her mouth.



She was like a vacuum, a loud sloppy vacuum and without any thought or effort I could feel myself fully erect, her mouth deep-throating the entire thing. I looked over and saw Bob and Tina staring, trying to believe their eyes that this was really going on.



With a loud pop, Judy released me and my erection sprung up and hit her in the nose. She laughed and backed away and grabbed it, still on her knees. "Jesus," she grinned. "This thing's like steel, you know. Bob's never gets this hard." 



Tina said nothing.



Judy continued. "Well, help Bob there, girl. He can't get that thing up without a little help from his friends."



Tina's bewildered eyes searched mine, but all I could do was groan again as Judy took me in her mouth once more. She seemed to be having fun. I could almost sense she was showing off, happy to be able to completely and without much effort stuff my cock in her throat.



Tina turned away and I watched as she looked up at Bob. He sort of shrugged, unsure what to do or say and then my wife kissed him. They released. They kissed again, deeper, tighter. And then Bob grabbed her. Tina's surprised gasp was muffled quickly and they were deeply sucking into each others' mouths.



Judy released me again. I looked down and saw she was looking over. I turned and watched with Judy as Bob and Tina continued kissing, awkwardly, fumbling about with one another. And then I saw Tina's hand stroking and gripping Bob into huge hardness once more. I was losing control. I looked down and Judy was grinning up at me. A decision would have to be made. I could stop it right now or let everything progress to where it seemed to be heading. I thought about it for a moment. We had no condoms in the house. Bob and Judy I was pretty sure were clean. But Tina was in the middle of her cycle, ripe . . . what if she got pregnant . . . and. . . .



And then it hit me like a ton of bricks what was going on. Judy had planned the whole fuckin' thing. She wanted to get pregnant and she'd somehow convinced poor Bob to let me knock her up. That's what all the whispering was all about. Poor old Bob. She knew he was sterile and had given him an ultimatum: either she got pregnant by someone Bob knew and respected like me or she'd go out and get it taken care of with some stranger. Fuck. And then my cock strained. A chance to knock up your best friend's wife. No consequences. No questions asked. What did it matter? He couldn't get Tina no more pregnant than he'd got Judy pregnant. But would I want to. . . .



I helped Judy to her feet and kissed her gently. She continued trying to look sexy and happy, but I could see she was as frightened as everyone else. I felt bad for her. Her mouth was soft, with hardly any taste. Probably from all the sucking she'd done. And she wasn't a slut, I realized. This wasn't some perversity run amok. It was a desperate act by a desperate woman. Should I let her know what was going on? Fuck it. 



Let it take its course.



I backed off her mouth and looked directly at her. "I'm going to fuck you, Judy," I whispered and I saw, for a split second, a deep look of sadness overcome her. She sighed and then grinned bravely. "I'm going to fuck you and come deep inside you. Do you understand?" I continued softly. 



She turned away, biting her lip and then tried to grin back at me. "I want that so much, Andy," she replied, but I could barely hear her. 



I gently sat her on the couch and started pulling off her green and gold sweater. It came off slowly and I smiled at her as she sat there, almost shivering in her bra. Judy was beautiful, no doubt. She had a hard, flat stomach and nice melons, medium sized. She leaned forward and unhooked her bra and my eyes widened at the first sight of her nakedness. Judy liked to work out, to tan, to keep herself attractive. The tan-lines around her tits, the contrast between the pale pinkness of her upright tits and nipples and the rest of her body was amazing. I bent down and suckled on her and I felt her catch her breath and groan on the top of my head as she held me tight.



I heard another groan, a deeper one and couldn't help looking over out of the corner of my eye. Jesus. Tina was on her knees trying to give Bob head. It was almost comical. First, Tina doesn't like giving head. And, second, she picked the wrong person to practice on. She had barely the fat head in her mouth and it looked like her mouth was stretched to capacity. Maybe she'd get the goon off before he got in her. Go Tina go. Let her have her fun, I thought, and returned to the babe in my arms. 



I continued sucking, alternating from one erect nipple and then to the other, and reached down and unbuttoned Judy's jeans and started unzipping them. Instinctively her hand jumped to mine and she held it for a moment. I looked up at her and saw her frightened eyes. I kissed her softly and I continued drawing down her zipper and she slowly released my hand.



I gently pushed Judy on her back on the length of the couch and started taking off her jeans. It took a bit of effort to tug down her skin-tights, but slowly with a little twist here and a little tug there they were sliding off her hips and I pulled them completely off her. I tossed them on the carpet with her sweater and bra and I pulled off my T-shirt. She was magnificent. None of us had pools and we didn't hang around no beaches so I don't remember ever seeing Judy in a bikini or even a swimsuit, but she was built for nothing else. She had narrow but extremely muscular hips and her lower belly softly rose in beautiful little hill before it steeped down quickly into the "V" of her crotch. 



I gently peeled off her purple satin panties and groaned at the sight. Judy was completely shaven and she had thin little pale cunt-lips that were just starting to open. As with her tits, the tan lines added terrific contrast and to her cunt and thighs. How different from the bigger, rounder Tina. I reached down and touched her and her body jerked and she moaned as my middle finger parted the cunt-lips. She was hot, soaking in juice. I gently rolled and pinched between her legs and with my other hand pushed aside one of her thighs so that she was completely exposed. I prodded and then slowly pushed my middle finger inside her little flower. She squirmed and bit her lip. She's tighter than Tina, my mind screamed as I my finger pushed into the knuckle. Jesus. With Bob's big. . . . I looked over. Bob and Tina were seated on the couch, undressing, Bob's big dick flopped over on his thigh like a club. He was nibbling on my wife's neck and massaging her big tits through her bra, but she was paying no attention to him. With a confused look, she was watching me. Could I fuck another woman in front of my bewildered wife? 



Fuckin eh!



I slowly lowered myself on top of Judy's open body. She smiled up at me and we kissed when my face reached hers. I pressed my tongue into her mouth and she accepted it while at the same time I reached between us and guided my cock between her thighs. Hairless, the sensation so strange, it was hard finding her opening, but after a little push and resistance against her burning thigh I found her slit. She released her mouth from mine and gasped at the touch. I freed my other hand from against the couch and reached underneath her, sneaking between the now sweaty crevice of the soft pillows of her, and I had her firm, tight ass nicely palmed, almost like a basketball. She was so warm. I lifted her a bit, balancing my self on her body, and I pushed my cock-head lower and found her opening. She looked up at me, wondering whether I would go through with it. I wondered whether she really wanted me to. It didn't matter. I pushed in, hard, and my gasp was drowned out by her deep moan. 



She was so fuckin' hot inside, like a dripping compressed oven, only soft and delicate at the same time. I could feel her opening and tightening, as if her body was unsure whether to let the foreign invader in or push it out. I pulled out a little, feeling myself slicking up with her juices and rudely shoved back in, this time hitting the hilt. I held myself, buried to the balls, tightly against her, holding her up from underneath, sinking everything I had inside Judy. And all I could 

 think of was: two- thirds, two-thirds. This must have been so different for her after all those years with big Bob. She hadn't felt a man's hairy balls resting tightly against her upraised ass in ages. My pressing, grinding pelvic bone against her clit--that would be new to her as well.



I looked up at her and she was staring wide eyed up at me. 



"You okay?" I whispered.



"Ohhh, feels so gooood, Andy. Incredible," she gasped. I pushed tighter. "Ummm," she moaned. "I feel everything, so close, so tight inside." 



I held myself still, watching her rolling her head slowly from side to side. God, I wanted to fuck her. My body was twitching, almost burning, to start fucking her. Any second, I told myself. Any second now. I looked over and saw Bob's face buried in between Tina's naked thighs. My cock twitched at the sight. Jesus, I breathed deeply. Fuck. That sonofabitch was gonna fuck my wife any fuckin' second now. He couldn't fuck my wife. Not with that fuckin' thing hanging between his thighs. Jesus. How would Tina ever feel my cock in her again? I felt a hand pushing my face away. I looked down.



"Don't look at them," Judy moaned. "It's too late now anyway." 



She was right. It was too late. My wife was going to fuck another man. Christ. I was fucking another woman. It was too late.



And we slowly began. I gently pulled away from her and carefully pushed back in, marveling at the immense pleasure of the strange, tight cunt. And we built from there, with deeper, harder strokes. We began rutting against each other, gasping for air.

<hr pg="3" />"Oh fuck me," Judy moaned over and over. "Fuck me, Andy. God, fuck me." 



I started pounding into her now, her body was jerking, flailing with each violent, sudden thrust and grind. I wouldn't last long, I knew, and began building momentum to let everything out. I could barely hear her moans, barely hear anything, just the pounding of my heart in my ears. I would be there, soon. My body started, tightening. I was losing at. Oh fuck. The burning started. There. Jesus. Oh fuck.



I shoved in as hard as I could, and Judy screamed. "Come in . . . come in me! Let it go. Fuck me."



The first burst out of me and into her was painful, almost unnatural in its ferocity. Whatever primal instincts we have were telling my brain that I was in the middle of breeding, that this woman would soon have my child growing inside her. Every once of energy I had was directed towards that one goal. And then another spurt and spasm. Another and another and another. It wasn't ending. I could feel my entire body being released inside her. Another, less intense, less painful. And then slower. And another and . . . .



"Oh my God," a voice was screaming distantly in my head. My wife. Tina was screaming. And I knew it then. Tina was getting fucked. 



"Bob," the voice groaned, as if it were in deep pain. "Please. Oh my 



God."



Gasping for air, I picked my head off of Judy's soaked chest and turned to the voice. I had to see. I felt Judy doing the same, with a slight twist of her body.



Tina was on her back, her drenched soaking head resting against a pillow (one she'd stitched last month, I remembered) with Bob kneeling on the carpet in front of her, between her propped up wide open thighs. I could see Bob clenching his ass. My God. That fucker's dick was inside my wife. Tina's face had almost the same look as when she was giving birth to our two daughters. It was twisted, masked in tension. She must be in so much pain. My mind screamed to get up, to stop it, but Judy held me in her, clasping her ankles tightly around my waist.



"She'll be okay," Judy whispered up to me. "I promise you. Don't worry. Just a little time to adjust is all."



I looked down at her, could feel our burning joined groins flooded with sticky juices and wanted to throw up. What the fuck had I done? Jesus Christ. This woman would soon be pregnant and my wife was getting a baseball bat shoved up her cunt.



I looked over again and saw Tina's face had relaxed a little. She was breathing in deeply, steadily, through her nose, just like she'd learned in birthing classes. Christ. Her eyes opened for a moment, met mine, winced, and quickly closed once more, the look of shame and embarrassment obvious.



"God, you really love her," Judy called up to me after a moment of listening to the ragged breathing and deep moans coming from the other side of the room.



I looked down at her and slowly pulled away. She closed her eyes and sighed as I plopped out of her drooling cunt. I sat up at her feet, feeling lightheaded. She remained on her back.



"I'm too out of it," she tried to explain and then looked away. I knew why she remained on her back. I got up.



Poor Bob must have heard me or something because he quickly pulled away from Tina in the middle of a deep slow thrust. Tina gasped at the retreat, and emptiness. It would have been better had he not. His cock stood straight out, defying gravity and bobbing, massive and heavy, pulsing with life. It was slick, so slick from fucking my wife. She was looking away, knowing I was watching, her breasts spotted and red from his kisses and pinches, convulsing and I was certain she would start crying soon.



"Andy," he began and started getting to his feet, but I shook my head. 



"Don't worry about it," I said quickly, but my eyes were fixed at the incredible sight of my wife's fucked cunt, now exposed with Bob out of the way. It was shiny, gaping red, and swollen, surrounded by the black matted forest of her pubic hair. An insane desire to get in between her thighs and fuck her overcame me, but I held myself in place even though I could feel my cock beginning to harden again.



"You sure, man?" he asked panting, getting back down on his knees. 



"I'm sure, man" I tried to smile and watched as his attention reverted to my wife again. Even though I couldn't see it, his hand was holding his cock and aiming it back in. I saw Tina's face grimace and I knew he'd found his foothold again. He pushed in and she gasped, wrapping her legs around him. I watched as he continued working himself inside her and then after a minute or so he started slowly stroking in and out. 



"How much is she taking?" I heard Judy calling out behind me after a minute or so.



"Just about all of it," Bob moaned and pushed in deeper.



"All of it?" Judy asked amazed.



"Almost," Bob gasped and Tina groaned as he hit bottom.



"Must be because of the kids," I heard Judy mutter under her breath and I was furious. Kids. Jesus Christ. Kids. Fuck. My kids. That cunt had given birth to my kids and now some freak of nature was in there. Fuck me. What the fuck had I done? I turned around and walked back over to her, my hard dick in my hand.



"They got you a little excited," she teased, but I felt no sympathy for her. Any I had was gone. It didn't have to be like this, this fuckin' disgusting. She and I could have met in some hotel, taken care of business. Why the fuck get Bob and Tina involved? I jerked open her thighs roughly and almost recoiled at the sight of my thick white come oozing out of her gaping cunt. How did this happen? Christ. I'd fuckin' gotten this chick pregnant, I was sure. What would I do when I saw the kid in the future? My two girls I loved more than life, itself, but here 



I was creating another child and would I even be able to talk to him or her?



My thoughts were interrupted by the rutting and slapping of Bob and Tina behind me. Jesus. I didn't turn around. I'd seen enough. I looked down, again. Judy was smiling at me, smug and happy. She knew exactly what I was thinking and didn't give a shit. She'd used us all. Fuck her. 



I got between her thighs, threw myself on her and she groaned as I my rigid cock skewered in, deep inside her once more. I could barely feel her cunt this time, but didn't care. Bitch wanted a kid. I'd give her a kid. I started humping her hard and then stopped in mid-stroke when I heard my wife scream like she'd never screamed with me.



"Boooob. Oh. Oh. Oh. God. Fuck. OH. OH. GOD. FUCK. MEEEEEEE!" 



Everything told me not to, but I looked over and saw her flailing wildly, kicking and jerking her legs around and about Bob's clenching ass.



"I'm gonna come," Bob groaned. "Oh fuck!" he yelled and Tina's heart wrenching scream joined with his and the two sounds resounded in the room as Bob buried himself completely inside her, motionless, for a moment and then interrupted in quick successions with spastic jerks and convulsions.



I turned away, overcome and released myself inside Judy for the second time, not caring about anything anymore. She did nothing in response, except purr in a satisfied, tired voice.



That was a year ago.



A baby boy was born roughly nine months after that night . . . to Tina, my wife. 



Judy didn't get pregnant even though she and I had at least two dozen more private settings in the two months that followed while poor Bob drove around the city, parking in some dark lot with a twelve pack. The problem was Judy couldn't get pregnant. Her abortion in high school had totally fucked her up. We found that out six months ago.



Is the boy mine?



Shit, I don't want to know. I can hardly look at the cute little kid. But I do remember one of the nurses telling me, her eyes in a clear and lewd invitation, after the delivery of the child, that well-endowed men must run in my family.

