************Amy************
In the morning, after being fucked by Bill, I brought back up letting Julian watch us, which also meant that he’d know his best friend was fucking me!
“Bill, we talked about letting, um, making Justin watch us fuck. When you, your cock’s in me, and you’re marking my tits, that way; god I love how you do that. Um, Bill, I want him to know; I want him to see how I respond when we’re fucking. Our idea about tying him up won’t work.
“We both want him to accept you, that his best friend is screwing me, and I’m enjoying it. I want to keep you as a friend of both of us and not destroy our marriage. We need him to accept it; know it's happening, and he doesn’t stop it.”
I paused as I decided exactly what to say, “I can think of a lot of different ways, and I need to decide before I call him.”
I reached over to Bill and placed his hand on my tits. “Bill, can you think of something you'd like him to watch in the meantime?”
Julian is too careful with my tits, thank god, both Rod and Bill aren’t.
“Bill, my tits, I want it rough. I want to feel what you do. I need…want the pain, the marks. Can you?”
He pulled me to him and started sucking on my tit, marking them and the pain was awesome, just what I needed.”Yes, Bill.” He bit my tit just as I said that, and I screamed, “Just like that, but harder, harder.”
I’ve heard of pain sluts, but me? I’m one? Is it the pain that I love?
I arched into his mouth as I felt my pussy contract. “That’s making me come. I can’t stand it.” My cunt released everything it was holding, and I felt a gush leaking out.
I collapsed, holding his mouth against my tit.
That was astonishing, the climax I felt. I need more of that. If I make Julian physically give me to Bill to fuck. Or not. Maybe I’m pushing Julian too far, too soon. It’s hard to make this kind of decision with us naked together!
************JULIAN************
She left for Byron last night and they’re probably asleep now, resting from all the screwing they’ve been doing. I started jacking off, while I started picturing Amy with Byron’s cock in her, and screwing her. I was seeing her as he was cumming in her; seeing his cum leaking from her pussy; I erupted. My cum came as far as my chin, almost into my mouth.
I got up, and the phone rang. It was Amy.
“Hello, Amy, is everything alright?”
“Um, yes, I’m fine, but there’s a change…B-Byron and I are coming over tonight to let you see it happening. We’re going to fuck, um, screw, with you watching. If…you’ll,” She hesitated and then continued, “Do it the way we want. Julian, the way I want it to happen is you helping him. Help B-Byron cuck you. I want you to, um, undress me in front of him and give me to fuck. Tell him. Then when he’s ready, I want you to put his cock, put his cock in me.”
I couldn’t speak.
She wants me to help him fuck her? Watch while she orgasms on his cock. I don’t know who Byron is, if that’s his name. She seemed to stumble when she said it,
I wanted to watch since the first time she fucked Rod. Can I? Assist him? If that's the price to pay to watch. I need to see Amy, watch her as it’s happening. God, I do!
“Are you still there? Julian, are you there?”
“You want me to help him cuck me? That’s the price I have to pay to watch?” I hesitated, “I’ll have to think. It may take a while. I’ll text you back."
************AMY************
I did it; I called him. Now it’s up to Julian.
"I talked to him, and he’ll decide if he’ll do it. Will he do what I want him to do? Cuck himself? I'm saying yes, but I'm not sure.
It was noon, and Bill and I were in bed still naked, kissing, when I got a text from Julian:
You win, Amy. I’ll be what you want: your servant, helper, or facilitator. I need to know I’m your cuck, your cuckold, and I helped it happen. I’m ready to do it, any time for you.
When we drove up to Julian’s and my house, for an instant, it seemed like a stranger's house, one that I didn’t quite recognize. But as I looked, it shifted. That was the Japanese Maple we planted, our mailbox on the street, and the front door I painted that rusty red. It suddenly converted to home—Julian and my home.
I kissed Bill when he parked. And led him to the front door. I rang as we walked in.
He wasn’t sitting in his chair, but on the sofa.
Okay, I’m in. How am I going to orchestrate this?
I waved Bill to Julian’s chair and saw Julian stiffen in shock when he saw Bill and realized he was my lover. I went into the kitchen for a bottle of wine and two glasses. Standing there momentarily, I added a third glass, entered the living room, and sat down.
Julian was having trouble speaking, but finally got out. “Byron is Bill? What the hell. Bill, you’re fucking Amy? How…” his voice failed.
I went to Julian, leaned over, and kissed him, whispering, “I still love you, Julian, but I need this. Try to enjoy watching. Julian, yes, it’s Bill. When we started, I was thinking you’d never know. But I had to tell you.”
I set the wine down and handed out the glasses.
“We’ve never let you watch. You wanted to, and I agreed. I hope I didn't make a mistake, soo…um, you can’t try to stop us; if you do, we’ll leave. Uh, there’s one more thing I need to tell you.”
Julian hesitated but got out, “What else is there, Amy? What can you be doing that's worse? You’re fucking my best friend? What else?”
“When we fuck, when I’m screwing a lover; I let my lovers do things, we don’t. Um, and never will, either. Rod and Bill have, um, face fucked me. I’ve let them, no, I’ve asked them to cum on my face. Julian, there are other things.”
Looking away from Julian, I said, “I’m not proud of it, but I love you, and I can't demean myself in front of you…That’s not right. I can’t demean myself for you.”
Julian tried to answer, but unsuccessfully.
I don’t know what the difference is, but I can’t let Julian do some things Rod and Bill have done to me. It makes no sense even to me, but I can’t. Was it a mistake letting Julian know all this?
“After Rod, I wanted someone I like, someone I know. You remember our role play when we pretended you were Bill fucking me? God, it was explosive. Well, I’m doing it for real. I’m screwing Bill, and now you know it and you can witness it happening.
“All you have to do is undress me, tell Bill you want him to. You know you do. You want to see him fuck me. You want to watch his cock in my cunt. Yes, my cunt. If you want to see it, watch it happening; you know what you have to do, now.”
************JULIAN************
She’s right, I do want to watch. I couldn’t when she was screwing Rod, but now I have to witness it. I have to.
It’s simple: undress Amy, tell Bill he can fuck my wife, I want him to fuck my wife. Then slip his cock into her pussy. Easy!
It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I’m going to do it.
I went up to Amy and started unbuttoning her dress and pulled the top down, exposing her bra.
This isn’t the first time he’s seen her bra, I’m sure. Or her tits, either.
I unfastened her bra and let it slip down. Her tits were standing up, and her nipples aroused and hard. I stood there looking at them before I leaned over and kissed them, and said, in a tremulous voice, “Bill, I’m giving you my rights to Amy’s tits; I can tell you’ve already been rougher than I’ve ever been. That’s one thing she’s giving you.
I reached out and touched them gently; just touched the bruises and marks he’d left.
When I slipped the dress to the floor and removed her bra, she was standing proudly in just her panties. She wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed, letting me see what she’d let him do.
I slid her panties down and exposed her cunt. His cunt now.
I looked at my best friend and said, “Bill, God, Bill, Amy’s yours to make love to. Fuck her anyway you want, anyway Amy wants you to. Screw her, and I’ll even put your cock in her cunt. Make her climax on your cock, so I can see you coming in her; and witness your cum leaking out of her.”
As I finished talking, I looked at him and asked, “Bill, I’ve undressed Amy for you; do you want me to undress you for Amy?”
I'm humiliating myself in front of my best friend. I've read about men like me. I've always made fun of them before, but it's not funny now.
He stood there and nodded, “Yes, Julian, I’d like that.”
I went to Bill and undressed him quickly until I finished removing his boxers and saw his cock. The cock I’d be putting in her cunt. I looked at it and had to look away.
They embraced, and Amy held his cock for a second before leading him into our bedroom and our bed. He put her on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor and licked her pussy. I saw her expression of bliss on her face. It was agonizing, watching her face react like that.
He continued licking, sucking her, and she continued to respond to him. Amy finally moved his head so his tongue was on her clitorus and she spasmed, arching her back, pulling his face harder against her cunt. I could hear her saying, “Bill, that’s so amazing what I’m feeling. I’ve never felt like this before, ever.”
I wanted to throw up, but my cock felt close to exploding.
“Bill, god, I want it; I want to watch.” I hated myself as I heard what I'd said to him.
Amy glanced at me, then pulled Bill off her pussy, and said, “I want him to watch you coming. Like we did last week. Bill, you’ve done it before. Please, just face fuck me. Just force your cock in my mouth and fuck it as hard as you can. I want to show him what I’m like with my…when I’m cucking him. I’m your slut, not his. I’m your whore."
He stood up, grasped her head, and forced his cock in. Then he looked at me and said, “This is what she’s like for me. Jule she’s a slut. The nastier, the more she likes it. Watch her when I’m coming."
He was fucking her face, like he was screwing her pussy, but harder.
I watched in horror, except my cock was responding. She was gagging, but her face was in ecstasy; she was loving it, being treated like a sex toy. This wasn’t my wife; it couldn’t be. Yet it was.
My cock was responding to what I was seeing. I had to get it out, so I dropped my trousers and shorts, then held my cock. Just as I got it out, I saw Bill climax, and he pulled back and let his come spurt on her face.
My cock responded too, and my cum joined his.
As my cock finished spurting on her face, I realized I'm her cuck, her cuckold, not her husband, I was that pathetic, not a man, I'd despised, and I couldn't stop.
