Anything For Her

Just as it appeared impossible that he was not about to come all over my beautiful wife's face, he suddenly pulled out and I cringed in anticipation of seeing his come spurt all over her open mouth and cheeks. To my surprise, however, that didn't happen. Instead, they both rolled off camera momentarily and then the camera zoomed back so that nearly the entire bed could be seen.

I saw Janice crawl onto the bed with her ass facing the camera, then turn about a quarter turn toward the camera. I could see the swollen, pouting lips of her pussy, and above that the beautiful sweet little asshole of hers and her delicious looking ass. In spite of all the pain, I couldn't help but note just how scrumptious she looked and how I wanted to bury my face in that. She looked back over her shoulder, blew me a kiss, and then looked back to where Chris must be standing. I then saw Chris come into view, his unbelievably large cock bobbing obscenely. Somehow seeing the clearer perspective of the bed and the size of his body made that cock seem even larger. My wife appeared to be drooling over it.

In spite of all I had endured up to that moment, I still felt shock as I watched Chris spit on his hand, smear the saliva on Janice's asshole, then put the head of his cock at her anus. I heard her moan softly as he worked his incredibly stiff cock around in little circles as her ass began to relax and expand to accept this monster. I thought he was going to split her in two, and yet she begged, "Yeah, Chris, pleeease fuck my ass!" I could not fucking believe that my wife was going to give to my worst enemy something she had repeatedly refused to give to me.

For the first time, I heard Chris. "That's right, boy," he said, "the bitch specifically begged me to give it to her up the ass!" Janice tittered like a young schoolgirl laughing at a naughty joke.

My knuckles whitened on the kitchen table, but my cock throbbed as conflicting emotions coursed through my tormented soul. With surprising speed and ease, Chris's cock slipped up into Janice's ass... as if, as if they had DONE THIS BEFORE!! I watched in horror as this bastard whom I could not have hated more enjoyed the ultimate pleasures of my wife's body.

My wife's words, that things were going to get worse for me, echoed in my head as I suffered still yet another shock: Janice had begun to furiously masturbate with my rival's cock up her ass! Her pussy glistened as her fingers played their erotic dance over her visibly stiff clit. Chris's cock seemed to match the rhythm of her fingers as he fucked her ever-widening asshole.

I was temporarily distracted from my pain as I slowly became aware that my wife's groans had actually taken on the form of speech. "Come in here Alan," she cried out almost unintelligibly, "I want you to finish me!"

In spite of all I had been through, this seemed to be a final reprieve. My wife was calling out to me that she wanted ME — not that fucking bastard — to finish her off. Somewhere in my mind I knew I should have been in rage at her, but her words brought feelings of gratitude and love at the abatement of my humiliation. Tenderness toward her gushed forward as I felt the warmth of this unexpected gift from her.

Still, I recoiled at the real-life sight of Chris with his cock buried to the hilt in my wife's ass as I entered the room, and her furious masturbation as he did it.

When she saw that I was there, my beloved Janice called out to me, "Get down here and lick my pussy. Get down on your back and crawl up beneath us!" As I comprehended the meaning of her words, my world of self-delusion crashed like a house of cards. My wife was going to make me actively participate in this betrayal and humiliation. There seemed to be no appeasing my wife's hunger for my degradation! I felt the last of my self-esteem snap like an overstressed support strut, and almost without awareness of what I was doing, I began to comply with the request.

I lay on the foot of the bed and slid up between Chris's and Janice's legs until my face was directly under her soaked pussy. The view afforded me close-up detail of Chris's cock. Every vein and ridge seemed to burn permanently into my brain. Especially where it buried into the wrinkles of Janice's asshole. What hit me next was the smell! It was both wonderful and awful! I could smell the sweet muskiness of pussy juice, but also the pungent odor of Chris's sweaty balls, cock, and ass. Beyond that was a vague toilet smell, like that of fresh shit. Apparently Chris had struck something deep inside of Janice while fucking her ass.

Overcoming a momentary urge to vomit, I began to lick Janice's clit. The damn thing seemed to strive forward into my mouth like a miniature cock, and Janice let out the undeniable cry that I knew meant she was close to coming. The throbbing of my own cock forced me on and I began to suck her clit ravenously. Chris started fucking her ass savagely, and I didn't think I could put up with the torture of having his balls slapping my chin while he fucked my wife's ass!

Still, the incredibly bad feelings I was having emotionally seemed to drive me erotically, and I sucked on her pussy like I worshipped it — enough to let her fuck another man right in front of me. Explosively, Janice came, dripping more come out of her pussy than I had ever seen before. I opened my mouth and drank it down like it was honey, even though she was coming with another guy's cock up her ass. Chris hardly slowed his fucking, when I heard Janice say breathlessly, "Go ahead Chris, do it! Do it!"

Suddenly I felt Chris's hand on my chin. He pushed down forcefully until my mouth opened. Then I would endure the worst thing that has ever happened in my life. Chris placed each of his knees on my shoulders, pinning me, and then pulled his cock out of Janice's ass and shoved it into my mouth! I was immediately confronted with the taste of another man's cock and a bitterness I figured had to be residual shit from Janice's ass. I couldn't believe I was tasting my wife's shit, delivered to me by another man's stiff cock rammed into my mouth!

I choked and gagged, but in a nearly mindless frenzy Chris gripped my hair and the back of my head and began fucking my mouth and throat with surprising strength and ferocity. I felt my windpipe get cut off when Chris plunged his cock deep down my throat. He did this repeatedly, and I could barely breathe between his thrusts into my face. I became vaguely aware that Janice had moved away so she could witness this spectacle and was laughing uproariously. Humility broke me, and I began to cry at my degradation.

Finally, the inevitable happened, and Chris's cock exploded in my mouth, sending gobs of sticky white come down my throat. It tasted a little like condensed cream-of-mushroom soup, but much more bitter. This may have been due to the mixing of Janice's shit with his come. I couldn't believe how much he came, and how long it lasted. About halfway through he pulled his cock out of my mouth (finally!) and finished by blowing his remaining load all over my face.

Before he even finally stopped coming, he looked down at me and laughed. I guess the sight of his sperm all over my face was too much, because he kept laughing and laughing, and Janice joined him. Tears streamed down my face. Every now and then they would gather their composure until they looked at my come-laden face and then their laughter would start again.

Then as though I weren't even there, they began kissing. I quietly watched my wife and her lover enjoy their post-orgasmic glow. Chris's cock finally began to soften, but I noticed that it was still very large. Janice interrupted their romantic kissing by saying to Chris, "There's one more thing I want to see..."

She had a mischievous look on her face, and she said to me, "I want to see you thank Chris for giving your wife such a good time, and kiss his ass like you kiss mine..."

Chris laughed, and said, "Yeah, I'd like to see that too, boy!"