Summer Quean Pt. 01

by SalaciousSatyr

story tags: cuck, cuckquean, jealousy, straight_sex, masturbation,
creampie

https://www.literotica.com/s/summer-quean-pt-01


https://www.literotica.com/s/summer-quean-pt-01

Ian's wife Tammy finds a solution for their marital problems.

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/Hey everyone! Trying something new this time. I realized I only really
liked cuck stories from a position of power, and I don't see as many of
those as there are from the cuck's point of view. This might be
approaching the kink from the wrong angle, but it's the one I like
best. And unlike most of my stories, this one's a semi-true story,
believe it or not. If you like it or hate it, leave me a comment. And
if you want to see me write something bad enough, I'm more than happy
to get private messages discussing custom stories. Enjoy!/

*Chapter 1*

Have you ever married the wrong person, but still loved them too much
to let go? I think a lot of people experience this, and it's one of the
most frustrating, heartbreaking things any couple could go through.
There was no telling how many people chose to stay, and how many were
brave enough to break away and find happiness. My wife Tammy and I
found a third path.

It started one night in mid-May, only three weeks off of the summer
break. Tammy and I were in bed, under the covers, talking about what I
was going to do with my summer. In the past, I'd picked up a temporary
job to make ends meet, but my wife made enough to cover us both, if we
wanted.

"I don't know," I said, running my hand along the wide curves of her
hip. "Do you really see me spending my time lazing around on the beach?
If you're not going to let me work, I'll probably spend my days either
at the gym or reading."

At the mention of the gym, her eyes twitched. It didn't bother me, but
Tammy was decently overweight, and sensitive about it. I had been too,
when we met. A routine checkup showed I was pre-diabetic and would be
inviting health problems if I continued living the way I did. Over the
past three years I went from being eighty pounds overweight to being in
the best shape of my life.

Tammy had been supportive the entire time, but she could never seem to
last more than a couple of weeks of diet and exercise before the stress
of the job got to her. It didn't stop me from trying. One of these days
I was confident she'd be able to make it and get healthier. Either way,
I loved her and was attracted to her.

"That could be good," she allowed, eyes dropping. "I want you to get a
good rest, and spoil yourself a bit. Teachers don't get near enough
appreciation."

"You could always fix that yourself," I said with a grin. I leaned in
for a kiss, and she sighed and joined me. Tammy was an excellent
kisser, and always had been. When our lips touched, it was like the
rest of the world stopped existing. She had a passion and a hunger in
her that drove me crazy, and it tended to escalate things.

Within seconds my hand went to one of her large, heavy breasts and
cupped it. She froze, and then gently moved my hand to her hip. It
didn't deter me much. She opened her mouth for me and our tongues met
and gently caressed. Without thinking about it, I grabbed her thick,
soft ass and squeezed.

She made a sound and pulled away, looking anywhere but at me.
"Ian...I'm not feeling well," she said. It wasn't the first time this
had happened over the last few months.

"What's going on? Tammy, please talk to me." I hesitantly reached a
finger out to tilt her chin up at me, but she jerked away and pulled
the covers around her.

"It's nothing," she said, not even trying to be convincing. She buried
her face in the pillow, and let her curly mahogany hair shield her from
view.

"We both know that's not true," I said gently. I sat up, propping my
pillows behind me. Even without Tammy trying to make herself small, I
felt so much bigger than her. It wasn't just the fourteen inch height
difference, her presence had been shrinking by the day. "Please, talk
to me. I love you and want to make you happy."

She sighed and sat up as well, keeping the sheets covering her. "I...I
don't feel comfortable. With my body." The admission cost her
something. Her body shook with fear, embarrassment, something. It only
got worse when I put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for
a hug.

"For what it's worth," I said, choosing my words carefully, "I love
your body. You're beautiful to me."

"Bullshit!" she said, the heat surprising me. "Look, let's not pretend,
okay? I'm a gross pig and you turned yourself into a Greek god. Do you
realize what people say when we're out together?"

This wasn't quite what I expected, but it wasn't a surprise either.
Over the last three years, I did my best to focus only on my
achievements and progress, and I made damned sure to watch my words. I
knew what it was like to see everyone around you get healthy and be
left behind.

"I don't care what they're saying. You're my wife. I love you, I like
you, and I'm attracted to you. Every inch of you, every curve and dip
and blemish you hate." Before she could argue, I leaned down to plant a
kiss on the top of her head. "That hasn't changed. I might look
different, but I'm still the same awkward nerd you fell in love with."

"We both know that's not true," she muttered, but she wrapped her arms
around me. The sheet went down, and my eyes scanned her body. I wasn't
lying. I had a very wide taste in women, and she was so damned /soft/
and pleasant to hug.

There had to be a way to prove it to her. Maybe it was stupid or
inappropriate, but I brought her hand over to semi-hard cock through
the sheets. She grasped me automatically, and sighed. "It's true," I
insisted. "I want you. I've wanted you for months, but it feels like
you keep pulling away. Would it help if we tried again? I'm going to
have all summer free, right? I can cook for us every day and we can
workout before work. Get your blood pumping!"

Tammy froze and withdrew once more. "I've tried it before. It never
works, and you know how draining my job is. I can't just...shut off,
when everyone depends on me."

She worked for our local hospital, human resources. Unlike the jokes
about HR being soulsucking corporate monsters, she actually gave a shit
about her people. Tammy was popular at Simpson General among the nurses
and maintenance crew especially. Being the go-to person to solve
problems took its toll, and she never wanted to work out after work,
and she liked to sleep in. I couldn't blame her, but it felt like a
rut.

"You could always let go a little," I suggested. "Get someone to take
some of your workload, and focus on you. Focus on /us./"

A sniffle made my heart drop. It turned into full-blown crying against
my chest. Without saying a word I just cradled her head and ran my
hands through her unruly hair. She sobbed into me, and I let her get it
all out, whispering meaningless words of encouragement and love.

"I don't like my body," she said. "I don't feel comfortable being
touched, or looked at. I'm so gross, and don't you dare say I'm not!
It's not about you, it's how I feel. And I...I keep wondering when
you're going to get tired of me and find someone else. I keep wondering
when you're going to ask for a divorce."

At first, I said nothing. What good would it do to tell her it wasn't
true when that's what she was intent on believing. It didn't make
matters worse that I /was/ frustrated with...Not her, so much as the
lack of sex and intimacy. She still touched me, we cuddled, and Tammy
/loved/ kissing. She was more than happy to suck my dick, but things
had gotten more awkward, more one-sided, and colder.

"I'm not going to lie," I started carefully, "I need more. Remember
when we first got together and we'd have sex every day? We're lucky to
do it once a month now. I don't want a divorce, but I have needs. I
want kids, a family, and to spend the rest of my life with you, raising
them. That can't happen if you shy away from me each time, now can it?"

It was the wrong thing to say. Tammy cried again and pulled away. This
time, I didn't comfort her. Later I'd feel so guilty over it, but at
the time it was exhausting trying to prove my love and attraction. It
took some time, but she eventually cried herself out again, took a deep
breath, and spoke.

"So, what do we do?" she asked.

"That's up to you," I said. "What do you want to do about this?"

Tammy bit her lip. "What if...what if we opened things up? I love you,
and I don't want to lose you, but I need to work on some things. What
if you found someone else to help with your needs?"

The very idea of it made me recoil. It hit me hard enough that my
throat closed up. "I don't want anyone else," I said. "I'm mostly happy
with you. I like our life together, and I don't want to leave that. I
don't want to spend time on others."

"...But what if I need it that way?" she asked. "I need time, and I
gotta figure some stuff out. But in the meantime...You're so fucking
beautiful now. You deserve to be loved, and I see the way other women
look at you. It feels like it's only a matter of time before you
realize it too, and see that you could do better."

What did someone say to that? I just sighed and hugged myself to my
chest. I was two hundred and thirty pounds of lean muscle, healthier
than I'd ever been, and still I felt too helpless to make anything
better.

"I'll do whatever you need me to," I said. "But only if you make me. I
don't really have any interest in going after other people."

"Don't act like you don't check other women out," she grumbled.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Of course I do. I'm a man, and we always
look. That doesn't mean I want to do anything more than look. C'mon,
let me show you how into you I am." Before I could cup her cheek and
kiss her, she turned away.

"I'd rather just go to bed," said Tammy.

Even though I knew it wasn't anything I'd done, the rejection still
hurt. It hurt every time she'd said no over the last several months,
getting a little worse each time. There were few things as hurtful as
the rejection of your spouse, and their inability to trust and believe
you when you said how you felt. Even knowing it had nothing to do with
me and everything to do with Tammy's insecurities, it stung.

So I just turned the other way and tried to force myself to sleep.
Every so often I heard her sniffle and shift around, but it was clear
neither of us were going to get much sleep that night. I ended up
getting up an hour early, dressing, and then went to the gym to burn
off my frustration.

Once upon a time, I hated the way my lungs burned and my heart chugged
in my chest when I was on the treadmill. It made my knees and shins
hurt, and the first year of trying to get in better shape was torture.
Eventually though, after it had become routine and I dropped forty
pounds, it turned into a source of comfort and reliability. It didn't
matter that I spent most of my day in front of a whiteboard, trying to
teach bored teenagers why the past mattered.

In the gym, I could let loose and feel strong for a change. The people
there knew me by sight, even if we didn't talk much, and there was a
quiet comradery in everyone pushing themselves to be the best version
they could. After over twenty years of being overweight and hating my
body, I finally made it into something I could be proud of. I just wish
it didn't come at the cost of my wife's self esteem.

It shouldn't have bothered me so much. It was her own problem, and I
knew I was a damned good spouse who did my best to be kind, patient,
and loving. But the lack of faith in me, and the self pity that came
with it made my blood boil.

Tammy didn't have to have sex with me if she didn't want to, but how
could I enjoy my new strength and stamina if she shied away from me? It
was like running a marathon and finding out that no one was waiting for
me at the finish line.

I came home to shower. Tammy was in the kitchen and didn't come out to
greet me, nor did I go in to see her. I got in the bathroom, turned the
heat to high, and stood under scalding water like I wanted to punish
myself. It wasn't logical, but pain and loneliness made people do
stupid things, and I wasn't immune to that.

It helped, a little. When I came down to grab breakfast, Tammy was
there with a plate of biscuits and gravy. More waited for me on the
stove, and I didn't hesitate to grab a plate and pour just enough
sausage gravy over the fluffy, buttery biscuit to enjoy without feeling
like I was going too far. When I sat down across from her, she let out
a little sigh.

"I've been thinkin about it," said Tammy. "And I do have something I
want to try. But it might...it might be a bit weird at first. Do you
trust me?"

/More than you trust me,/ I wanted to say, but I just nodded. "What is
it?"

"I can't tell you. Not yet. I need..." She bit her lip again and looked
up at me with a sad smile. "I need to think things through, and maybe
talk to someone for advice. But if you're willing to give me time...I
think I know something that will be good. Maybe not what you want, but
maybe better."

"Uh-huh," I said. "That's not vague at all. But if you think it'll help
us, I'll give almost anything a try. Just...don't ever forget that I
love you, and I want you. Nothing's going to change that. I just wish
you'd let me show it."

Tammy reacted as if I slapped her. "Soon," she promised. "Just give me
a week."

A week, huh? I wasn't confident she'd be able to fix anything in that
time, but if it helped her out, made her feel better, and maybe let her
give us another try, I could handle a week. I nodded and took a bite of
my breakfast.

A week later, our relationship, and my life, changed forever.

*Chapter 2*

It wasn't the first time I'd been rejected, but it was the first time
we'd spent any time talking about our sex life. If you could call it a
talk and not just running away. The worst part was that since it was
the last week of school, I had plenty of time to think about it as I
put on movies like Glory and 1776 for my students to ignore.

I enjoyed them, at least, and it gave me an hour or two each day to
forget about my problems, and occasionally ask a few cursory questions
for the one or two people who paid attention. Over the last week, my
thoughts went back to Tammy, and this growing gulf splitting us apart.
Worst of all was the anger.

As much as I loved my wife and wanted her, I found myself increasingly
bothered by everything. Not her insecurity, but because it felt like I
wasn't allowed to be proud of myself for my self improvement for fear
of upsetting her. How fucked was that? I worked my ass off, and I did
everything I could to try to encourage her and help her too.

"Mr. Troy, are you okay?" Ellie asked me, brown eyes big and pleading.
She was one of a few girls in the school who pretty obviously had a
crush on me. Despite what Tammy said, I was well aware of the way
people looked at me now.

It was one of the things a lot of formerly fat people experienced.
People had liked me well enough when I was over three hundred pounds,
but losing a quarter of my body weight made me more visible in every
way. I looked less scary to kids, people treated me like I was more
trustworthy, and a number of women would eye me in a way it took me
entirely too long to realize was attraction.

"I'm fine, Ellie," I said, forcing a smile. "Just glad the school
year's almost over. I love you kids, but I'm looking forward to a
couple months of quiet."

She smiled, and gave me the look every good teacher dreads. "I'm
eighteen, actually. I'm not a kid anymore."

The realization that I could probably do something if I wanted to
was...I'm not going to lie. It scared me how tempting it sounded. I'd
never do it, but the idea of someone wanting me, and not being afraid
of it made me want to cry.

"You're like half my age," I chuckled. "You're all kids to me, and will
be until you're like twenty-five."

Ellie's cute, but still childish face fell a little. She recovered
quickly and laughed. "What're you going to do over the summer? Anything
exciting?"

She wasn't going to drop it. I shrugged and sat back in my seat,
motioning toward the projector screen. "Watch movies, read books, and
generally keep busy. You're going to college, right? Where?"

"The local community college. Maybe I'll see you around?" She sounded
entirely too hopeful.

Class ended, and I went home frustrated and worked up. Tammy wouldn't
be home for another couple of hours, but I texted her when I arrived,
like I always did.

[Ian Troy: Finally, Freedom! You want anything special for dinner? :)]

A minute later, she texted back.

[Tammy Troy: Hey, do you mind if Lina comes over for a bit? We can get
pizza and have a few drinks.]

Lina? Oh shit. Lina was...Twelve years younger than Tammy, and somehow
one of her closest friends at work. She was a nurse at the hospital,
and lived up to a lot of the stereotypes of people in the medical field
and worked hard so she could play harder. More than anything, she was
filthy and vocal about how hot she found me. It was kind of
uncomfortable.

[Ian Troy: Sure. You want me to pick up something special?]

It took a minute of starting and stopping typing, but eventually she
sent back a small wall of text.

[Tammy Troy: Lina just went through a bad breakup, so I was hoping to
give her a good night to take her mind off of things. Pick up Rocco's,
one supreme and one cheese at least. Maybe more. We've got tomorrow
off, and she's thinking of staying the night, so prepare yourself for
romcoms, shittalking her ex, and maybe a bit of crying. If we want to
go out, do you mind being the DD for us? We'll try to keep it
reasonable. Thanks, you're the best!]

[Ian Troy: No problem. Love you.]

As much of a handful as she could be, I had no problem with Lina coming
over for a day. School had just ended and I had no plans. If anything,
it would give Tammy something to focus on, and I could slip away for
quiet if I needed to without any issue. She was a social butterfly, and
I needed my quiet recharge time.

After an hour of sitting on the couch with a book, I went back out for
a drive to pick up some wine, whiskey, and then three pizzas. I could
afford a cheat day, though I probably wouldn't do any drinking at all.
When I got home, Tammy's car was already in the driveway. I piled the
drinks on top of the pizzas and brought them inside in one trip.

"Heeeey, there he is," Lina greeted me from the couch, twisting to look
at me. She had a fox-like face framed by short, bleached blond hair.
She was Tammy's opposite, so skinny she was often told to eat a
sandwich. Now that they weren't at work, she was in a tight top that
showed off her midriff, and shorts that looked painted on. "Our hero."

"Hey," Tammy said, with an odd flush to her face. She hopped up and ran
around the couch to help me with the food. "You have a good day?"

"Good enough," I said, thinking of Ellie earlier, and not Lina watching
me intently. "I'm free, and I'm going to sleep in. All the way to eight
AM."

"Oh, really cutting loose, huh?" Lina hopped off the couch and came
around to grab a bottle of wine. "If you look this good now, I wonder
how good you'll be with some good ole beauty sleep."

I laughed weakly and shot a look at my wife. She shrugged and went to
get some glasses. That left me with Lina, who couldn't be more blatant
about eyefucking me. Part of me was flattered, but the rest knew that
if I was still fat, she wouldn't look at me twice. It made it hard not
to resent the attention a little.

"So, bad breakup, huh?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

Lina's bright blue eyes lit up. "The worst. I shouldn't have given that
loser this much time, but his dick game was too good. I'm not gonna
miss him, but I might miss getting fucked. I'm hoping maybe sometime
this weekend I can get some." Her eyes dipped down to my crotch.

Tammy set the wine flutes down and Lina popped the bottle open and
poured three generous portions to each of us. "A toast!" Tammy
proposed. "To letting loose and having fun."

Summer Quean Pt. 01

by SalaciousSatyr (UID 3742515)

https://www.literotica.com/s/summer-quean-pt-01

Ian's wife Tammy finds a solution for their marital problems.

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I took my flute and raised it, staying silent while Lina repeated it.
They both shot theirs back, while I only sipped it. Lina set the glass
down and ran to the kitchen to get a plate. Seeing my opportunity, I
grabbed Tammy and pulled her close to whisper in her ear.

"She's hitting on me again," I said.

"And?" Tammy chuckled. "Do you hate it?"

"Don't /you/?" I shot back. "You were just worrying about me looking at
other women."

Tammy looked down, face reddening even further. "It's different with
Lina. She's my friend. And she likes you. What's wrong with enjoying a
little flirting?"

Before I could answer, Lina came back with a plate for each of us. She
smiled wide at me as she took a slice of each and headed back to the
couch with the wine. Tammy watched her go and turned back to me,
smiling. "You can flirt back, you know," she whispered. "It might make
her feel better after the breakup." Then she took a slice of each, and
joined her, leaving me at the kitchen table.

I filled my water bottle from the fridge and remained at the kitchen
table. More than anything, I was a little confused at the mixed signals
I was getting, but it wasn't enough to make me suspicious. At least,
not yet.

For the next few minutes, I ate quietly while they resumed a
chick-flick from the nineties. They laughed and quoted lines as the
actors said them, and eventually I relaxed. It bought me about an hour
to put the food away, then go into my office and sprawl out on the
futon with a good book.

I was deep into Fonda Lee's /Jade City/ when the clearing of a throat
caught my attention. I glanced up to see Lina leaning against the frame
of the door, smirking at me. She had one hand propped against the fame,
making her skimpy top ride up until the bottoms of her tiny breasts
were almost in sight. I glanced down once and then forced my eyes up to
hers.

"Hi," I said awkwardly. "Is wine, pizza, and Tammy helping?"

Lina said nothing to me at first, just smirked and raked her eyes over
my body. She took a long, deep breath and let it out in a wistful sigh.
"You don't like me, do you?"

It was true. "That's not true," I said after a second. "I think we're
just very different people, and I don't know what to make of you. I'm
not against joke flirting -- "

"What about legitimate flirting?" Lina said sweetly. She pushed off the
door and sauntered over to me. She sat sideways on the edge of the
futon, and I awkwardly made space for her, if only because I wasn't
sure I wanted her touching me.

"I think that I'm married, and you are, for whatever reason, my wife's
best friend at work." My voice hardened and I put my e-reader down.

"And? She said I could. She said it would do us both some good." She
leaned over, putting a hand on my chest and running it down, stopping
above the waistband of my shorts. "Unless you're saying you don't find
me attractive."

It clicked, and I wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or concerned. "She
did, did she?" I asked, ignoring the other half. "What about what I
wanted? No one asked me." I put my hand on hers and pulled it away
before she could feel me start to harden.

"Well, what /do/ you want?" Lina asked, some of the playfulness
dropping. "Tammy's told me about her problem, and I'm here to help. We
can help /each other/. Guilt-free. All you gotta do is say yes and I
will give you all the attention you deserve."

I knew many, many men would kill to be in my position, more or less.
Many couples had intimacy problems, and I knew this wasn't exactly a
rare solution, but I wasn't sure it was for me. I didn't want a
substitute.

"I think I need to have a serious conversation with my wife," I said,
pushing her away enough to get up and head for the living room. My wife
waited there, looking nervous, face flushed from who knew how many
glasses of wine. I didn't bother easing into it. "What the hell,
Tammy?"

She recoiled, and finished off the last of the bottle. "I told you I'd
have a solution for both of us. All of us."

"Your solution is for me to fuck your best friend while you sit in the
livingroom?" I was incredulous, but she shook her head.

"My solution was for you to fuck my best friend while I watch."

It took me a few seconds to register what she said. When I did, my jaw
dropped and I made a wordless sound. Tammy laughed nervously and stood
up. She came around the couch and pressed herself against me. My arms
instinctively wrapped around her, making her shudder. "Explain," I
said.

"I'm not happy with myself or my body," she said, "But I'm so proud of
you. I think I need help. Lately, all I can think of is how I don't
deserve you. Let me finish!" she said, before I had a chance to
protest. "I know that's not how it is, but I can't help how I feel.
You're a kind, calm, patient man who works hard. You give me everything
I want in life, but I haven't been able to do the same.

"I want you to enjoy yourself. I want to show you love any way I can.
Even if it's not me doing it. Especially...especially if it's someone
younger, prettier, and less inhibited than me." She looked up, and her
eyes were filled with unshed tears. "I've been doing a lot of talking,
with Lina, people on the internet, and...Lately, all I can think about
is you with other women. And it hurts, but...It feels good too.

"I want it. I need to experience it, at least once." Trembling, Tammy
buried her face into my chest and I stroked her hair immediately. "I
trust Lina, and she could use a good lay to get her mind off of things.
And she's one of the few people I know is as turned on by you as I am.
If it doesn't work, I'll never ask you again! But I want to watch."

It should've been heartbreaking, hearing my wife talk about herself
that way. Instead, it voiced some of the concerns and aggravations I
hadn't wanted to admit. Our sex life had been so much better before I
got in shape, and the fact that shame held her back made me want to
demand she go into therapy. On the other hand, the idea of taking my
frustrations out on a young woman I didn't particularly like was...

It was intoxicating, and I quickly grew hard. Tammy's sharp intake of
breath told me she felt it, and a second later her hand cupped my cock
through my shorts. "I love you, Ian. And I want you to have everything.
I want other people to be jealous of what I have, and...and then I want
you to /show/ them what I'm missing. Please, just this once."

I took a deep breath. Having grown up with the internet and reading
more than anything else, I thought I understood the need, the kink. But
could I do it without ruining things for both of us forever?

"You want to be hurt, don't you?" I asked. She nodded and rubbed my
cock. I groaned and made a quick decision. "You want to watch me fuck a
hotter woman? You want to see me undress your friend and worship her
body, knowing she's thinner than you'll ever be?" The words, born out
of frustration and desire, almost disgusted me, but my cock twitched in
her hand.

"Y-yes," Tammy said breathlessly. "I want to see you do everything you
can't with me, and I want you to make sure I know that...that I'm not
good enough. I need to hurt."

Swallowing, I realized it wasn't a decision. I loved her, I was
frustrated, and if she didn't like it...Well, it felt like our marriage
was on the precipice. It would either work and make her feel better, or
it would just shatter us. Either way, it beat just treading water until
one of us gave in and drowned.

"How wet are you right now?" I said in firm, even tone. "How badly do
you want me to fuck a real woman?"

Tammy shuddered. Without saying a word, she took one hand and pressed
it against her cunt, burning hot even through her leggings and panties.
I was hard as a rock, and while I wanted nothing more than to bend my
wife over the kitchen table and show her how much I found /her/
attractive...I'd give her what she asked for.

"The safeword is Florida," I said, referencing her home state. "Any
time you say it, I'll stop what I'm doing. Otherwise, I'm...I'm going
to fuck Lina while wishing you weren't such a frigid, insecure bitch."

She made a sound of pain or arousal and nodded enthusiastically. I
grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her forward. Tammy led
the way to my office, where Lina waited, lying down like I had been
before she interrupted me. Her hands were behind her head as a pillow,
presenting her flat chest to me, nipples already hard. One leg
stretched out while the other bent at the knee. I could almost see up
her shorts.

"He said yes," Tammy said, taking my computer chair.

"Finally," said Lina, eyes burning with hunger that I no longer
rejected. "I've wanted to do this for at least a year now."

"Let me make one thing clear," I said, a smile spreading across my
face. "You were right. I don't like you, Lina. And I'm going to fuck
you like I hate you."

Both women shivered.

"You promise?" Lina whispered.

*Chapter 3*

Once upon a time, our sex life had been good. Great even. Back when we
first got together and were just two awkward nerds, fumbling around and
getting comfortable with each other. I was awkward, but I learned and
improved and took pride in what I did. And then, when things slowly
dried up and Tammy shut down on me, it felt like I'd gone back into my
shell, unable to let loose and have fun like I used to.

With Lina here on my futon, looking at me like a wolf eyes a lamb, it
was like waking up after sleeping for too long. I put my wife out of my
mind and grabbed her tiny blond friend by the front of her even tinier
white top. She squeaked as I yanked her off the bed and to her feet. A
second later I claimed her mouth with mine, and she melted against me.

I hadn't kissed any other woman in nearly ten years. Lina had no
complaints, opening her mouth and gasping as I nipped at her lower lip.
My right hand went around her throat, cupping without squeezing. It
made her squirm against me, and I kept my hand there when we finally
broke away, panting.

"You like that?" I asked Tammy, turning to face her. Her expression was
something I'd never seen before, shocked and almost scared looking.

"I know I did," Lina laughed breathlessly. She tried to get me into
another kiss but I stopped her.

"Undress me," I said. "Slowly. You've been drooling over me this long,
might as well enjoy the show. Let Tammy know what she's choosing to
miss."

My wife gasped and stuck her hand in her mouth, biting her finger. It
was weird to intentionally say things that would hurt her, and even
weirder to realize she liked it. So far.

Lina inhaled deeply and put her hands on my chest. She dragged them
downwards, feeling my pecs and abs. Then she grasped the hem of my
shirt and tugged it upwards. I lifted my arms to help her, but she kept
the garment around my head and planted a kiss on my stomach, and
another leading up.

Her lips were warm, but it was the way she quivered with each kiss that
did it for me, like me just existing drove her crazy. I'd never
experienced that before, and before long my shorts tented outward.
After my shirt came off, she reached down to grasp my cock, but I
slapped her hand away.

"Not yet."

Lina nodded obediently, waiting to do as I told her. I didn't. Instead,
I pulled her around and made her face her best friend. I towered over
the nurse, and my arms easily engulfed her with my embrace. Maybe the
frustration got to me, but I didn't care so much about any
consequences. I grabbed her tiny, poor excuse for a shirt and ripped it
down the center.

Both women gasped, and Lina threw herself back against me. My large
hands cupped flat breasts with long, hard nipples, and I squeezed her
like she was a sex doll. In the chair, Tammy mirrored my movements,
cupping her clothed breasts and rolling them around in her hands.

"Do you like watching this?" Lina asked, voice somewhere between coy
and taunting. "You like seeing my little titties in the hands of your
man?"

"Yes," said Tammy. Her eyes were glued to my hands, and I wondered if
she remembered how much I loved to do the same to her.

I pulled my hands back until Lina's nipples poked out, and pinched them
between two fingers. She jerked and thrust her ass against me. Tammy
did the same, a muffled groan escaping her lips.

"It's a pity you don't want this anymore," I said teasingly. "Your fat
tits are your best feature. I can't slide my cock between Lina's tits
and cum on her face."

The nurse shivered and rolled her head back to look up at me with
desire radiating off of her. One hand went up to her throat again, and
this time I did squeeze as I leaned over and invaded her mouth with my
tongue.

She reacted like she touched a live-wire and writhed against me. Fuck,
it was so nice to have a willing participant for a change. Instinct
drove me and I rolled my hips forward against her. I broke away and
dropped to my knees, grabbing her shorts and yanking them down to
reveal a black g-string that hugged her little bubble butt.

I couldn't help myself. With her round, pale ass in my face, I leaned
forward and bit it. She squeaked and reached back to steady herself on
my head. The next thing to go were her panties, and she obligingly
stepped out of them and spread her legs. A hand went on each cheek and
I mauled them, biting once more.

"How do you say no to this?" Lina moaned as I raised back up.

Tammy licked her lips but said nothing. One hand went to cup her cunt
through her leggings. She ground the heel of her palm against herself,
panting. My darling wife didn't look like she did when I tried to
initiate sex. She looked almost lost in her lust. More than anything,
she wanted me to hurt her. I'd do my best.

"Get a look at this slut," I said with a sweet smile. "She's everything
you aren't. Vibrant, enthusiastic, /thin/. Do you like seeing a hotter
woman take what you took for granted?"

"Fuck," Tammy whispered. Her lip quivered, but she nodded. One hand on
her breast, the other rubbing her pussy, she was into it, and Lina
wasn't complaining either.

"I'm going to fuck your husband so good, he's going to want to keep
coming to me," said Lina.

Well, I didn't know about that, but I released her and grabbed my
shorts. Both they and my boxers went down, and my hard cock bobbed in
the air, the swollen head touching Lina's hip. This time I allowed her
to grab it, and she dragged the tips of her nails along my sensitive
skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Shit, Tammy, you're turning this down?" Lina scoffed as her hands
circled around my shaft and gave it a playful squeeze. I throbbed in
her grasp, getting harder by the second. "Dumb bitch."

If you had told me that I would enjoy hurting my wife and playing with
another woman, I would've called you a liar. Yet, here I was, more into
it than I expected. Underneath the frustration, I still loved her.
Going too far wasn't going to be a problem. I hoped.

Lina winked at Tammy before dropping to her knees, still holding onto
me. She opened wide and took as much of my cock in her mouth as she
could, until I hit the back of her throat and she gagged and drew back
a little, slurping around my sensitive glans.

It sent a jolt through me, and I buried my hands in her short hair.
Between months of frustration, the degradation, and how little I gave a
shit about Lina, something inside of me awakened. Gripping her hair, I
thrust forward until she choked, and then backed up just enough to do
it again. It was warm, wet, and tight, and stoked the fire building
inside me.

Her eyes went wide and tears welled up, but there was no mistaking the
excitement in them. Lina moaned as I fucked her mouth in slow, powerful
thrusts. She milked the base of my cock while trying to take me down
her throat with each pass. The next time, I pulled her head forward and
she opened wide for me.

I saw white as her tight throat convulsed around my sensitive cockhead.
It felt almost like a woman's orgasming cunt. Tammy moaned, and I made
eye contact with her as she touched herself through her clothes. I
stayed there for one, two, three seconds before I pulled out of her
mouth with a wet plop, drool coating my shaft and dripping down her
lips.

Lina gasped for air and coughed. Tears trailed down her cheeks, messing
up her eyeliner and making her look roughly two hundred percent more
attractive that way. "Fuck," she croaked.

"Up," I commanded, grabbing her by the neck and pulling her to her
feet. She inhaled sharply and did as she was told. I turned her around
until she was facing Tammy. "We good?" I mouthed silently.

Tammy nodded. She had tears of her own, but I'd never seen her so
turned on. Nodding back, I sat on the futon and pulled Lina with me
until she sat in my lap, my cock between her legs and nestled against
her wet cunt. She rocked against me, breathing hard.

"Last chance to chicken out before I take your husband," said Lina,
grinding lewdly against me.

My wife looked at me pleadingly. I shook my head. "No, if you want it,
I want to hear you say it. Say you want me to fuck your best friend.
Tell me you want to see me fuck a hotter woman."

Her breath caught in her chest. One hand dipped below her waistband.
"I...I want to watch you have sex with Lina. She's pretty than me,
smarter than me, and would make a better partner."

"Nuh-uh," said Lina. "We're not going to have sex, Tammy. He's going to
/fuck/ me. Say it."

With tears in her eyes and a waver in her voice, she said, "I
want...want to watch my husband /fuck/ my best friend. I want to see
him experience the joy I can't give him. Please, Ian...Fuck her good.
Don't hold back!"

The pain in her voice nearly made me break character. The love of my
life looked almost ready to start sobbing, but she never stopped
touching herself. Her chest heaved with pain and arousal, and her face
was as flushed as I'd ever seen it. I wanted to demand she get naked,
let me look at her body, but even that might be too much for now.

"Well, you heard the lady," said Lina, grinding her cunt along my
length. "Give it all you got, Ian. I bet you could - OH SHIT -- "

While she spoke, I grasped my cock and lined it up with her slick lips.
There was almost no resistance, nothing stopping her from sinking all
the way down until I bottomed out. I wasn't especially big, but Lina
was tiny, and tight as could be. If she hadn't been so damned wet, it
might've been too much.

As it was, she felt perfect. Finally getting to enter a willing,
enthusiastic pussy nearly made me cry with relief. I grabbed Lina by
her legs and spread them out for Tammy to see exactly how well I filled
her best friend.

"Fuck, that's good," Lina hissed. She thrust her ass back at me as if
she could force herself to take the rest of me. She leaned back, and
her smooth, slender back molded itself to my body. She wrapped her arms
around the back of my neck, looking up at me with an intoxicated glee.
How long had she and Tammy talked about doing this? It could've been
months of growing hunger, until my wife gave her permission to let
loose. And now she looked at me like I was the only man in the world.

I kissed her fiercely and thrust into her. She squeaked into my mouth,
but we remained locked as I lifted her up just enough to drive my hard
cock back into her. Each time I did, her entire body jerked, until she
had to break the kiss and cry out.

Tammy's breath hitched. Her nipples left indents in her shirt, and she
pinched one while she fingered herself like her life depended on it.
She leaned back in my computer chair and looked like she was humping
the air. That felt almost better than the tight cunt I was buried in,
knowing she could let loose and have fun like this.

She'd told me not to hold back, so I wouldn't. I thrust again before
pausing to snake my hand up and over Lina's slender, petite form, until
it enclosed around her throat and squeezed.

Summer Quean Pt. 01

by SalaciousSatyr (UID 3742515)

https://www.literotica.com/s/summer-quean-pt-01

Ian's wife Tammy finds a solution for their marital problems.

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Her reaction was immediately, and extreme. She writhed in my lip, no
longer thrusting so much as using my cock to stir her insides while she
moaned. My other hand went down between her legs and found her
clitoris. I pressed against the entire hood and rubbed small, firm
circles. Her more turned into a muffled squeal, and I undulated against
her.

The fire in her ignited my own desire more and more, and I gave into
the growing heat in my head and heart. I felt my orgasm stirring, not
upon me but on the horizon, a promise getting closer and closer. But
not before I got this wanton slut off first.

"Maybe I'll have to keep you around," I groaned against Lina's ear,
making her shiver. She continued to hang onto the back of my neck, but
that ended when I put my mouth on her shoulder and bit down.

It was like flipping a switch. She released me and her hands went to
her hard nipples, pinching and twisting them while rolling her hips to
meet my movements against her. Her cunt clenched and unclenched around
me, making me see stars, but I always lasted longer in cowgirl. The
same couldn't be said for Lina. I ran my fingers against her clit
faster and faster, sliding her own juices against it until everything
proved too much for her. I felt her body shudder, and I squeezed her
neck even harder, careful to only cut off her air from the sides.

Her scream cut off with her air, and her body tightened up. I made eye
contact with Tammy, and saw her eyelids flutter as her own orgasm hit
her like a freight train. For a second, I thought about her being in my
lap, but then shook it away. No, I was fucking Lina, and loving every
second of it. Her cunt clamped down on me, and I buried myself as deep
as I could go while riding out her all consuming orgasm for what felt
like forever.

She eventually tapped on my hand, so I released her throat. She gasped
for air, whimpering as my hand on her clit slowed, but didn't stop. "Oh
fuck," she whispered in a rough voice. "Shit, Ian, you..."

"Are not finished," I said before shifting to the side. In this
position, it was easy to press her facedown on the futon, ass up in the
air. She let out a surprised but pleased squeak before I shoved her
face against the cushion. From this angle, one leg bent on the bed and
the other on the floor, it gave me the best position to let loose.

All my discipline, all my need to perform, disappeared as I slammed
myself into Lina's tight cunt again and again, going so fast that the
sweet sensation of sliding home and pulling out overlapped into one
continuous stream of heat and need. The futon hit the wall with each
thrust, almost loud enough to drown out the sound of my balls slapping
against her clit with each pass. Then I turned to face Tammy.

She looked enraptured and heartbroken at once, and she didn't stop
fucking her hand. One of the most disappointing things about the
drought had been how easily she had rolling orgasms when we got going.
Meeting my eyes, I could see her about to break again. I grinned and
moaned loudly and gave it my all.

Lina's screams were muffled by the futon, and I used her like a sex
doll. She'd gotten hers, and now all I wanted to do was rut her like a
wild animal, and get mine. I fucked her so hard it almost hurt, and
didn't fall over the edge so much as taking a running jump and give
myself over to my orgasm.

I won't lie, it was one of the best ones I'd ever had, and a small part
of me was ashamed of that. The rest luxuriated in that ephemeral,
timeless feeling of unloading all of my worries and stress and cum. My
cock twitched and fired rope after rope into her stuffed box, as I
gently kept thrusting, desperate to be as deep inside her as possible
while I rode it out.

Finally, I pulled out of Lina and collapsed on the futon, panting. Her
cunt gaped open, and my cum dripped out of her onto the sheets. The
room smelled like a good time, and the three of us took a few minutes
to gather ourselves. Lina curled up into a ball and hummed offkey as
she rocked back and forth and occasionally rubbed herself.

Tammy pulled her hand out of her pants. Her fingers were wet and looked
like prunes. She hugged herself, shivering violently now that it was
over. I recognized it for what it was, a post-sex drop. This time,
there was no telling how far she'd fall. I was on the ground in front
of her in a second.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Is this what you wanted?"

She nodded, but broke down crying. I pulled her out of the chair and
into my arms, squeezing her tightly and giving her the space to let it
all out. And she had a lot to let out; her sobs were louder than Lina's
muffled screams had been. Her friend wisely tiptoed out of the room
with her clothes in one hand, leaving me alone with my poor, loving,
traumatized wife.

"It looked so good," she wailed. "Why can't I be that for you?"

I stroked her hair with one hand and whispered every reassurance I
could think of. It took some time, but eventually the tears dried up,
her body stilled, and there was an odd peace. She'd cried her
frustrations out, and I'd fucked mine into submission. There was guilt,
but it paled next to the sense of relief at my first time having sex in
months.

"We don't have to ever do this again if you don't want to," I said
quietly. "I enjoyed it, but I will only hurt you as much as you want me
to."

Tammy sniffled and looked up at me. "And if I want more? Are you...are
you willing to do this again?"

"With Lina? Maybe, but I don't want her to get too attached. She's kind
of annoying."

My wife burst out into surprised, pleased laughter. "You're hot, Ian.
And I've got a lot of friends who've been unsatisfied. And you don't
have anything planned for this summer."

A thrill went down my spine, and my cock twitched. "Oh, so you have it
all planned out, do you?" I demanded with mock seriousness. "Just going
to lend me out to anyone who asks?"

"Maybe," she said, kissing me. "Is that okay?"

To my surprise, it was. "Only if you promise to call it off if it gets
to be too much. And I get veto power over anyone you suggest. Okay?
Now, let's get up, get cleaned up, and go have more pizza."

I'd expected a quiet summer spent mostly alone with a good book. This
was going to be better in every way...unless something went wrong and
broke us. But I chose to be optimistic. This was going to be the best
summer of my life!

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