TITLE    : In Control
STORYID  : in-control_2001
SUMMARY  : His wife seems eager to meet up with Ryan &John.
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2001-10-22
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |none|


My wife Lauryssa and I were on our way to our dealer's house. We wanted to smoke some pot in the worst way, and the only way we could get some on the spot was off this guy my wife and I knew from the neighbourhood. He was a punk kid, about 20ish, blond, blue eyes, cut and tough. His name was Ryan and he always had a thing for my wife. I would always catch him coming on to my wife and flirting with her every single opportunity he got. Somehow I had the feeling my wife liked all the attention, but we never talked about it.



My wife ran out of the car and pressed the doorbell a few times before John, a buddy of Ryan's, answered the door. It seemed like she really wanted some pot in the worst way, judging by the eagerness of her attitude. John held her and and led her to Ryan's basement, completely ignoring the fact that I was with her. I even chuckled hello as I followed them, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears.



We walked into Ryan's room, and there he was, sitting in his couch, breaking our stuff up with his thick fingers. My wife seemed to stare at his thumbs, licking her lips in anticipation. I got comfortable in one of Ryan's chairs, when he told me to "get the fuck up."



"Whats goin on, Ry?" I asked.



"Shut the fuck up, you fucking faggot. Don't call me Ry, don't try to act cool in front of your slut wife, you fucking sissy wimp bitch." he smirked, as he summoned my wife towards him with this fingers.



"Ryan, fuck man, what are you--" I started, 



"Shut up, dude." John said, "He's talking to you, listen."



"Do you know what the price is of you getting my shit?" asked Ryan.



"Yeah," I whimpered, "$55 for a half-q."



"Wrong. What is the price, Laryssa?" he said.



"$60. And this." She answered.



She got on her knees and shoved her face down in Ryan's lap. Ryan smiled as she undid his belt, slid his jeans off and took off his boxers with her teeth. John grabbed my by the arms and shoved me in front of them. He grabbed my hair and forced me to watch my wife take her beautiful lips and slowly inhale Ryan's thick big dick. She moaned the further she went in, when Ryan finally grabbed a bunch of her hair and forced her up and down his huge pole. He looked at me, spit in my face, laughed out loud and spunked buckets of cum into my wife's mouth, spilling out of the ends of her lips. She licked up, giggling like a schoolgirl, and slowly started to take off her clothes. I looked behind me and John was doing the same!



Without warning, John pushed me out of the way and picked up my wife, throwing her on Ryan's bed. He dove between her legs, lapping her sweet pussy and fucking her cunt with this tongue. I felt Ryan's hands pull my hair and he too forced me to kiss my wife, her breath fresh of Ryan's cum. I did, passionately, as the boys all laughed at me. My wife stopped the kiss and looked dead centre of my eyes. 



"I'm okay." she said. "Honey, I wanted this. I wanted to be Ryan's little cum-bucket and I wanted to feel big John's tongue. Are you cool with this, baby?"



"Of course honey," I hesitantly responded. "Of course I'm cool with it. I love you, you know."



"Mmm hmm. That's great honey, but right now, I need Ryan's huge cock again. But you know what?"



"What?"



"I want you to watch it all."



This was going to be my biggest fantasy come true. This was all my idea. I suggested it a long time ago, just watching her with another guy, but I thought it was a moot point. I had no idea it would come true, with 2 guys, and people we knew no less. Younger guys. Dangerous guys. Guys that could hurt me. It didn't matter. I was in charge of this. I was in control. I could stop this at any time.



"Hey faggot, get over here and lap all my spunk out of your wife's tight hole!" Shouted Ryan.



Yeah, I'm definitely in control.

