We got caught by his wife!
I was on my knees sucking Perry’s cock and had him on the verge of cumming when his wife burst through the door and caught us. She must have peeked through a crack in the door and seen us because she was already armed with a narrow dress belt.
“So,” she screamed at me, “do you enjoy sucking my husband’s dick, you God-damned faggot?”
I tried to get up off my knees, but she thrashed me with the belt across my bare cheeks before I could move. Man, that woman had an arm on her! She continued beating me across the back like a five-dollar mule.
“And you,” Robin screamed, pointing at Perry, “you don’t get enough sex with me? You have to find some little queer to suck your dick? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Robin,” Perry protested as he tried to get up, “Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Then she reared back and nailed him across the face with her belt, leaving a bright red welt on his cheek. I was surprised to see that although we were caught in a compromising position, Perry still had a raging hard-on! Oddly enough, I was hard, too. If only I had a few more seconds to finish him off.
“Well, you should of thought about that before now, you asshole!”
Robin lunged at him, pushed him over the pool table and held him down as she beat his bare ass with her belt. Even though it was hard to watch, I was getting more excited by the second and I started stroking my dick. God, what kind of a perv am I? His butt cheeks got redder and redder as she flailed him and I started feeling sorry for the poor guy. I mean, how embarrassing is it to have a friend watching while your wife beats you? What kind of a limp-wristed queer would allow something like that to happen?
“Robin,” he protested with his face pressed firmly against the table, “I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again.”
“Yeah,” she yelled, “that’s what all you queers say, but I know better. Once you let a guy suck your dick, you’re gonna want more! Everybody knows that queer men make the best cocksuckers.”
“Honey, please,” Perry protested.
“Honey, please,” she whined as she mocked him. Then she increased the tempo of her beating.
She hesitated long enough to notice me stroking my dick.
“Oh, look at this, Perry,” she hissed. “Bill is getting off by watching you get beaten. Is that right, boyfriend?”
I was so embarrassed for both of us that I couldn’t answer. However, my dick was still as hard as a fence post.
“Look,” she said, noticing my dick, “he has a big, fat hard-on.”
Then she glanced quickly back and forth between his red ass and my hard dick.
“You know what, Bill,” she said to me as she looked at Perry’s ass, “I shouldn’t have interrupted you guys. You were probably about to fuck, weren’t you?”
“N-o-o,” I stuttered, “we weren’t going to…”
“Oh shut up,” she spit. “Get over here.”
I did as she ordered, afraid of what she might do next. She already had Perry pinned down on the table; she probably could have nailed me, too. I stood behind him with my dick in my hand as she spread his cheeks apart, revealing his pink butt hole.
“Do you like that,” she asked, looking at me. I could feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“Perry, you should see this,” she giggled. “Bill is too embarrassed to tell you that he wants to fuck you. Isn’t that adorable? What a fucking pussy!”
“Robin,” he interjected, “please don’t do this. Let’s talk about…”
“Shut up, you asshole,” she said. “We are through talking.”
Then she motioned to me as she held his cheeks apart.
“Come here, faggot. I want you to bust his cherry.”
I knew that an old friend had fucked Perry years before, but I always wish it could have been me instead that took his cherry. His friend’s dick was probably bigger than mine, but I know that I could have pleased him, too. At least now, I had my chance. I pushed the head of my cock against Perry’s butt hole and it was so slick with pre-cum that it slid right in.
“That’s it,” Robin hissed, “make him your bitch.”
I was so turned on by her filthy talk that I pushed my cock all the way in to the hilt.
“Ughh,” Perry grunted.
God, it felt wonderful being in his ass; so warm and so tight. I’ve never fucked a little girl before, but I can’t imagine it being any tighter than this. It felt like a rubber hose clenching my cock as I held him by the hips. Robin leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“Do you like it, Sweetheart? Should we keep him around to service you from time to time?”
I didn’t dare respond, but I was hoping that he would have silently agreed with her.
Within seconds, I was too far gone to hold off any longer. The sight from my angle was too much to bear. My cock slid in and out of his slippery asshole and I would pull it out just far enough to see the head before driving it back deep in his guts. I truly felt that he was my bitch and I was fucking his cunt! I felt the pressure building up in my balls signaling that I was about to blow. With one last thrust, I drove my cock deep into his ass and froze as I injected a quart of cum into his sweet hole. I glanced at Robin and she looked like she was actually enjoying the sight!
I pulled out of Perry’s ass with a squishy PLOP and collapsed in an easy chair. He rose up from the pool table with my cum dribbling out of his ass and found the easy chair next to his wife. Unbelievably, his cock was still hard! When Robin noticed that, she motioned to me slumped in the chair.
“Hey, butt fucker,” she called, “my husband isn’t satisfied yet. You still have work to do. Come here and suck his dick.”
Perry and I glanced at each other and even though the situation was completely beyond our control, that is actually what we originally wanted to do. I crawled over to him on my hands and knees while Robin pulled off her pants and underwear. As I slid my mouth over the head of his cock, she drove her fingers deep into her sopping pussy.
“You’d better suck him as well as I do faggot,” she warned, “or you’ll get another beating.
I was determined to give Perry the best blowjob of my career as Robin held her slimy fingers up to his lips so he could lick them off. Within seconds I had him over the edge and with one last thrust, he drove his cock to the back of my throat. It seemed like he came a gallon and I had to swallow fast to keep from choking! Robin was getting off, too, as she frigged herself to an orgasm.
“Oh, God,” she hissed. “Motherfucker!”
After he had calmed down, I sat back on my haunches knowing that I had given Perry one of the best blowjobs of his life. Then I looked at Robin and even she seemed like she was satisfied, given the circumstances. I couldn’t believe it, but she looked at me, grinned slightly, and nodded her head. Then she looked at her husband with a dreamy expression.
“This may work out well after all,” she sighed.
Perry and I looked at each other, unsure of what she was getting at.
“This is how it’s going to be,” she said, looking at Perry. “You’re boyfriend can come over here a couple of times a week to suck your dick. But before you guys waste your cum, you’re both going to take turns fucking me.”
Then a sly grin crossed her face.
“In fact,” she said, “I want one of you to fuck my pussy while the other one fucks me in the ass. I’ve seen pictures of it, so I know it can be done. Then you two homos can do whatever you want to each other.”
We looked at each other in astonishment, amazed by this incredible turn of events.
“Do you queers think you can manage that,” she asked. “I’ll tell you when and where it’s going to happen. And if you fuckers don’t come through for me, you’ll get another beating.”
We nodded to each other with big shit-eating grins on our faces.
“Yes, Honey,” Perry said to his wife, “I think we can manage something like that.”