TITLE    : Ian and His Football Cock
STORYID  : ian-and-his-football-cock_2002
SUMMARY  : She really wants his best friend.
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2002-10-17
CATEGORY : loving-wives
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TAGS     : |none|


On Friday night I came home late from work to find my best friend fucking the hell out of my wife.



His name was Ian, her name was Laryssa. Ian was a stud, almost 200 lbs, strong, confident, good looking and always horny. Laryssa was just as horny all the time, smart, sexy, blond and a dead knockout. Laryssa and I were both in our mid-twenties, Ian a few years younger.



It was no surprise to see them in bed together, actually. I knew it was just a question of time before they did it. They had always flirted around me, but lately their passion for one another reached an all time high. He was coming on to her more than just flirting these days, and she was always the willing recipient, always looking for his attention. She welcomed his flirting, and loved his persistent attention toward her.



Ian made no secret to me that, should anything happen between my wife and I, that he would be on her like white on rice. My wife, as well, fantasized about how big Ian's cock was when we were alone. Sometimes she would get me so hard talking about how his cock would taste and smell if it was right in front of her. She told me that no matter how dirty his cock was, she would go down on him, given the right moment.



Just before Friday we were watching a movie in our living room, when I turned around and saw my wife and Ian making out on the couch beside me. They embraced passionately, his hands sliding down between her thighs, her hands caressing his hair and soft face. She sucked his lips slowly every time they broke a kiss. I didn't say anything, I just kept on watching the movie, trying not to nurse my raging hard on. I couldn't believe they both cuckolded me without so much as a word, but truth be told, I kind of liked it.



I tried so had not to look when the slurping sounds got louder and louder, but I couldn't help it. There was my wife, her face buried in Ian's crotch, her hands rubbing his balls--and what huge balls he had! She was licking the head of his thick huge fat cock and slowly twirling her tongue around the shaft. He had his head back and was smiling, his hand pushing Laryssa's head up and down on his raging hard-on. She swirled her tongue around his big tool like a snake, sniffing between breaks. Her eyes were on his, and she winked at him, which made him smirk at me. He looked at me, winked and gave me the thumbs-up before he thrust his hips faster and faster into my wife's pretty mouth, his hands grabbing her hair. His cock was impressive, no doubt. It wasn't that it was long, but wide, and I suddenly understood why Ian always referred to his tool as the "football". The stench that filled the air was overwhelming me, and I felt ashamed to like it, since Ian was the one doing all the sweating between them. I watched my wife's hands grip Ian's waist, sliding them up to his chest and squeezing with all her might as her face bobbed up and down on his tool faster then ever. She was more than in heaven, she was a woman on a mission. Clearly this was something she gave plenty of thought to. 



Ian closed his eyes and caressed Laryssa's face with his big hands as she inhaled his fat cock, working her tongue all over his shaft. I knew Ian was having the time of his life, but he couldn't last much longer. He held Laryssa down on his cock as he stood up, and started ramming her mouth with his big dick, face fucking her. Laryssa gripped his hips hard as Ian spew a gallon of hot white cum down her throat, heaps of the gooey white liquid seeping down from the sides of her lips. Laryssa sniffed loudly before pulling her pouty lips off his thick organ and smiled up at him. Spent, he collapsed on the couch and passed right out. Laryssa, proud of her handiwork, admired Ian's body and cleaned his crotch up with her tongue. She walked over to me and French kissed me, forcing Ian's dirty fluids down my mouth. She winked at me before hitting the shower, and I quickly used this opportunity to whack myself off while I had the moment. 



I jerked my 7-inch cock fast and hard thinking about the incident that just befell me, and just as I was about to cum, I noticed Ian watching me from the corner of his eye. I came all over myself and quickly rose to my feet, looking for a tissue. Ian grabbed the Kleenex box that was right beside him and whipped it at me, shaking his head in disgust and turning over on the couch, trying to get back to sleep. Feeling a little humiliated, I went straight to bed and waited for Laryssa to join me. I waited still in bed for at least half and hour before I heard giggling from my wife, so I opened the door a crack to investigate the noise. I saw my wife and best friend passionately making out, her hands tangled in his hair, her lips sucking his, and his hands squeezing her big beautiful tits hard. Realizing she wasn't coming to bed anytime soon, I shut the door, turned off the lights and tried my best to get some sleep. Needless to say, I wasn't very successful. Beating myself off again as she moaned his name seemed to do the trick, and I fell asleep with my own cum spattered all over my stomach.



So Friday came along and, after a hectic work week, not to mention the concern over my wife and Ian's sudden relationship, all I wanted to do all weekend involved the words "rest" and "relaxation". Instead, once I arrived at my front door to put my key in the keyhole, I heard the grunting of another man, that man being my best friend Ian. Knowing what was going on inside, I turned the key and swung the door open, and there they were, fucking like rabbits on my couch! Ian was on top of her naked, crushing her with his weight, and my wife loved every minute of it, telling him how good he felt, to keep fucking her harder, how big his dick was! His tongue traced around her naked breasts, and her hands were clawing his back. She alternated between rubbing his sweaty back to caressing his soft hair, which seemed a lot shorter than the other day. You see, I knew my wife was a sucker for big guys with brush cuts, so I clearly figured out Ian got the haircut just for her. Lucky bastard, I thought to myself, realizing I was talking about my best friend and my wife. I dropped my briefcase loud enough for them to both look at me at the same time, then at each other. They smiled and kissed on the lips, completely ignoring me. I couldn't help my jealousy increase as I watched the tempo of their lovemaking, Ian grinding his pelvis in synch with her tight little box. His groin was really sweaty, and I could smell the stench of his sweat from where I was standing. My wife was moaning, giggling and screaming his name over and over, making me squirm. He was still crushing her against the couch, but she wouldn't' let him up, only grinded herself more with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he began fucking her a little harder, his fat cock buried all the way inside Laryssa's tight snatch. Ian buried his face between her tits and snuggled his face back and forth, making her scream for him even louder. Ian used the stubble on the bottom of his chin to tease her big tits, something which made my wife moan with passion. Man, Ian was really good in the sack, I thought to myself. I was sure my neighbours would hear them, but thought nothing of it, as they would think I was the one giving Laryssa the fuck of her young life. Little did they know it was my best friend doing all the work on her, leaving me to do nothing but stand in awe of them, my own hard on ready to burst through my pants.



Trying my best to sound as cool as possible, I asked them if I could join, before Ian took his tongue out Laryssa's mouth and moaned out "no chance in hell". I looked down, feeling a little humiliated, when Ian started grunting again. Realizing what was about to happen, Laryssa started to get up, but Ian insisted that she take his load, something Laryssa didn't seem to discourage. Within seconds, he shot his amazing load deep inside of her, showing no signs of pulling out. He lay there collapsed on her, passed out again, my wife panting and moaning his name still, his cum dripping out of her well-fucked cunt. She summoned me over and told me to lick her out. I told her I wouldn't, but she startled me with her response. "Who are you kidding?". 



She was right. I wanted to taste her cunt, her cunt that was just fucked hard by my best friend. I was so humiliated and aroused at the same time that I fell to my knees and awaited her instructions. She just told me to "get to work", so naturally, I asked Ian to move. Bothered that I was interrupting them, he told me to lick her with his still hard cock still inside of her. Let me tell you, this was the point of no return in our triangle of friendship. Here was my wife, asking me to lick her cunt, with my best friend's dirty cock wedged inside of it. If I did it, any sense of respect they had for me would be out the window. If I didn't, I would be thinking about it for god knows how long. I put little thought into my decision as I stuck my tongue out and traced the edge of her cunt with my flickering tongue.



Laryssa moaned and Ian's cock grew, but my task was impossible. Ian's big body, not to mention his football-sized cock, was in the way. I was really scared of what Ian's reaction would be like if he felt my tongue on his cock, but he didn't seem bothered. Instead, he just lay there as my face was inches away from his package. He grinded his cock against my nose as streams of cum fell into my mouth. Ian pulled out and sat on the couch, watching me suddenly dive into my wife's filthy cunt like a madman. He slapped the back of my head and told me to "make sure that cunt's squeaky clean for me next time, buddy". I did, and saw Ian put his pants on. He gave Laryssa a wink without saying a word to me as he left. I realized he had not dropped by to hang out with us as he usually did. This appearance from Ian was strictly to stick his big dick inside of my wife's tight hole.



On Saturday night I waited patiently for my wife to come home, only to fall asleep on the couch at 2am from boredom. At 4am I awoke to noises from outside the door, and realized it was my wife coming home, clearly with company. I pretended to be asleep, watching the two figures hurry to the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. I heard zippers come undone, clothes fall to the floor, and a few "ugh"s and "oh"s before pulling out my rock hard cock. Five minutes in I heard my wife's unmistakable voice moaning Ian's name, speaking incoherent sentences, with only the words "big cock", "ram me harder" and "you're so big" distinguishable. Within seconds, the bed was shaking, squeaking, pounding against the wall, and I couldn't take it anymore. I swung the door open and watched the young couple fuck like animals in our marital bed, sweating all over the sheets I had just washed earlier in the day. They both gave me a quick glance, noticing my cock hanging out of my fly. I gawked in awe of Ian as his big body overwhelmed my wife. They were kissing when they weren't whispering to each other, and both looked up at me upon Ian's announcement of cumming. My wife got on her knees and looked up at Ian, only to be flooded and doused with his thick, white smelly cum, which never seem to stop shooting. Ropes of cum drenched her hair and face, and Laryssa gave my best friend a slutty smile. Ian smacked her both cheeks a few times with his cock before telling me to "get out".



"What are you talking about, 'get out'?" I asked him.



"I'm spending the night. We're taking the bed, you take the couch". He said.



"Um, how 'bout the other way around?" I joked, neither one of them cracking a smile.



"Aw, c'mon Ian, he can stay with us. The floor is nice and warm for him, don't you think?" Laryssa said to Ian, whipping his cum of her face and sucking it from her fingers.



"Much better idea, sweetheart. Dude, you're get to sleep on the floor tonight."



"I can take the couch guys," I said nervously. They seemed to be bothered that I was even speaking.



"I'm gonna be fucking your wife all night. You get to watch. You're on the floor."



"No." I said for the first time with authority.



"Yes." Ian responded, dismissing my sad attempt at being affirmative.



"Do what he said, honey." My wife said to me before sniffing Ian's crotch.



"I said I'll take the couch, don't you two worry about me." I said in defiance.



"No. I said you'll take the floor." Ian responded, starting to sound impatient. "We want you to hear everything that happens tonight. Don't we baby?"



"MMmmmmm, we sure do." My wife said in a slutty manor, the likes of which she never acted with me. 



So I did what they said. I did exactly as I was told. I got out the sleeping bag, Ian tossed me a pillow, which was doused with a mixture of their sweet, cum and slobber. I tried not to move when spits of Ian's cum landed on my face, in my mouth, in my hair. I didn't ask them to keep it down when the bed started banging against the wall. I didn't even ask if I could watch. I just let it all happen. 



I didn't get much sleep that night. All they did was fuck and suck each other until sunrise. I wanted to see them, mind you. I wanted to watch every minute of their passion, but I felt very awkward. Their fucking was better than any porno I had ever seen, but every time Ian would catch me looking at him fucking my wife, he looked a little bothered. My wife kept on telling him to ignore me, which he did, realizing that I was only the voyeur here, and not part of the act. All I wanted to see was Ian's fat tool sliding in and out of my wife's snatch, but I respected the situation. I did give them quick glances every time I heard her scream, and caught images of her sucking his big toe, sniffing his balls and even licking his ass. Ian fucked her about 5 times that night, not including the titty fuck they did right in front of me, for my amusement, I'm sure. Ian sure did a lot of hair pulling as he ravaged my wife, and by the time the sun rose, they had fell asleep in each others arms, collapsed in a pool of their combined sweat and cum.



Realizing that there was nothing I could do about their newfound sexual relationship, I got out of the sleeping bag and proceeded to make myself breakfast. I pondered the cuckoldry that I had just been put through and didn't give it much thought. Most husbands would have freaked out or left their wives instantaneously. I, on the other had, didn't have any worries. I knew my wife loved me very much, and the friendship between Ian and I was stronger than it had ever been in years. What I hadn't ever anticipated was the chemistry between my wife and best friend, and I realized that if I forbid their friendship, it would only cost me dearly. I decided to let things be, to let things unfold on their own. My wife could only love me for respecting her needs, and Ian, well, at least Ian was getting some on the side. I could live with that. 



After all, I'm taking about the two people I trust more than anyone&#x2014;my best friend and my wife. What's the worst that could happen? 

