The Fooled Husband

  The Fooled Husband

  Kyle Armstrong

  Contents

  Introduction

  1. My Story

  Copyright © 2016 by Kyle Armstrong

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  Introduction

  Please do not read this story if you have issue with any of the following:

  - Reading a fictional story of a cunning, slutty wife.

  - Gullible men being tricked, used and abused.

  - Men being psychologically abused and occasionally spanked.

  - Men being sexually dominated by their slut wives an on occasion, her boyfriend(s).

  1

  My Story

  Hi, the name’s Joe. growing up I never had that many friends. The few I do have though, I’ve stuck with them since second grade. Their names are Ted, Phil, Sam, and Vince.

  Growing up together, we were quite the little crew. During our youth, you couldn't ask for a better set of guys to hang around with. Admittedly things got a bit messy at times, but at heart they were a great set of dudes.

  In high school, while I was trying to get ahead academically and they.. weren't, people told me I was crazy to stick with them. My folks thought they were immature fools because they drank their weight in beer, went to all the parties, played on all the sports teams, and of course, chasing the ladies, instead of hitting the books, like me. They always had the hottest chicks on their arms, through high school and now into adult life. They were alphas, studs. Not one day would go by without one of them bringing up the latest knockout they’d hooked up with.

  My situation with fairer sex was a little different to say the least. More like non existent.

  That said, my good grades granted me entry to a good university, then graduate school. I scored a well paid position as an IT technician at an town about 30 miles away from my hometown, where the guys still lived.

  As mentioned above, my friends all stayed home and became welders, worked construction.. Respectable tradesmen. To boost my income from IT, I worked part time as a lecturer at a small liberal arts university.

  Sports never really interested me growing up, and try as I may, I never had much success with the the ladies. In that regard, my boys owned and operated far superior equipment in the lady pleasing department.

  Long story short they were all rather well endowed and putting it bluntly, I wasn't. Even though they occasionally teased me about that aspect, I knew it was all innocent good natured banter. However, they know I tend to be an eternal optimist and look for the best in people, so they teased me about that too, saying I was easily fooled and naive. Of course, I rejected their claims. Although I like to look for the good in folks, I thought I was pretty streetwise and alert. I brushed off their comments and told them they too shouldn’t be so cynical about life and people. It was after I met Ella, that my life changed. However, my relationship with my buddies also changed in ways I never could've predicted, in my wildest dreams.

  Ella married me. We were very compatible, close, and very much in love. She was very much my type, sharp minded and quick witted to boot. She said my idealism and optimism intrigued her. She said she fell in love with me easily because I was an easy going and not a pushy type person.

  She was just an average but decently attractive ginger, nothing like the knockouts common for my pals to date. She really didn't like it when my friends come by to hang out at first. after a while though, she warmed up to them and even asked them to visit more often. At the time, I was really happy she was not just learning to endure their presence, but was welcoming it.

  My friends were no dummies. Though academically they might have been lacking, they were in fact quite sharp. Just lazy in the get-up-and-go department. They'd prefer to party rather than do anything mentally stimulating.

  At the University where I worked part time, I ended up giving a speech on the long-term societal benefits of Pro-Choice policies and how it would be wrong to stop legal abortions.

  At the time, I never knew how volatile this subject would be and how my humble contribution to this cause would impact me, my marriage, and also my lifestyle.

  I received a couple of strange phone calls warning me to never speak on the subject again. Over dinner, I told my wife and buddies about those incidents as I laughed them off as prank calls.

  I was surprised at the interest my wife, and Ted, one of my buddies, took in the detail nature of the call. Things like, whether the caller was female or male and the exact words they used.

  "I appreciate the concern, but rest assured, I'm fairly certain the caller was just a prankster." I said to them.

  Less than a week later, I literally had to eat my words.

  It was Thursday evening, and my buddy Ted was over for dinner. he doorbell rang. We weren't expecting anyone. I went to the door.

  As I opened it, three men rushed in and literally invaded our home. My wife, Ted and I were immediately held at gunpoint as one of the men grabbed Ella to prevent her from screaming.

  They proclaimed themselves as the "Party of Three". They indicated they were a Pro-Life Group. Once they positively identified me, they tied and bound me. Then my wife and Ted were ordered to remove their clothing.

  It was impossible to tell the facial features or race of the intruders as all there faces were completely covered up and it appeared they had some type electronic devices masking their voices.

  All three were very nervous and I was frightened out of my mind at what was happening before my eyes. I next saw one of the men pulled out his smartphone. It looked like they were going to videotape something. I was fearful we all were going to be murdered.

  I was certain they intended to rape my wife, but the reason for Ted being stripped nude, I had no idea

  It was even more bewildering when Ted and Ella were ordered to be amorous and to have intercourse. The men whispered into the ears of my wife and Ted. It was from their repeating the gunman's demands that I determined what was going on. I was shocked.

  I was scared. It was painful to be tied in bondage while my best friend was forced to ravage my wife. I must admit for both of them to have been scared, they put on a remarkable job of pretending. I was also surprised that Ted became so easily erected and that he slipped his rather large erection slipped into my wife so easily.

  Even more strange was that Ted came in her twice and I lost count of the number of orgasms she had - I believe it was three or four.

  After their forced public display of intercourse, I was untied and led over to my wife's parted legs to see the messiness of her sex. I was horrified, surprised and impressed, all at once at the quantity of semen my friend had pumped into my wife's cunt. I was thankful she was on the pill.

  "Now Mr. Pro-Choice, it's time to show your appreciation for what your friend has done for you. Get over here now! Crawl like a damned dog!"

  I wasn't sure what was in store for me as the gunman, who was doing the talking, guided me toward where my pal Ted was now sat - that is after having separated himself from my wife, who sat nearby. She appeared to be in what was, I'm sure was a state of shock, even though she looked more mellow and glassy eyed, than in shock. However, I quickly turned my thoughts back toward my situation as the gunman pushed me roughly toward Ted's feet

  "It's fitting you show your friend that you're pleased by his efforts at pleasing your wife. What better way than to suck his dick. Get it nice and clean. Do it!"

  "W-What, no!" I blurted out in a weak but defiant tone of voice.

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p; "You heard me pip-squeak! Suck the cock or get your teeth smashed, and you’ll still do it!" The gunman shouted as he raised the weapon before my eyes. Terror filled me.

  Frightened and with my life on the line, I did as I was told. My humiliation was great as I slid my tongue over my friend's long, thick, veiny penis covered with fuck slime. Expecting an unctuous taste, I was surprised that the taste was rather pleasant.

  As I glanced up at him out of the corner of my eye, I could tell Ted was embarrassed too, for he had an eerie, dazed, and sort of "out of it" look on his face.

  After I had licked everywhere the gunman had directed - Ted's huge balls, his head of his penis, along and around his cock shaft and finally, around the mound of pubic hair- the gunman finally directed me away from my friend's cock, after my forced "lick cleaning".

  "Now, husband, it's time for you to do the same for your mrs." The man said in a electronically generated voice, as I was pushed to my knees before my wife's parted fish smelling, cum smeared, oozing hairy crotch.

  "Now dick sucker, it's time for you to eat some cream of pussy. You better do a damn good job of licking and sucking her clean." I heard the man bark.

  "W-What?" I stuttered. The next thing I saw was a gun before my face. I got the message loud and clear.

  I stirred myself mentally and began to do exactly as ordered. Knowing the task ahead I wondered if the taste would be similar to the slimy traces on the prick

  I'd just licked clean. I braced myself for the first taste of my wife's jism soaked muff. Again, to my

  Slight shock, after a few moments of having my face in the messy sloppy snatch, I found it had a slightly stronger taste than the slime coating on Ted's dick. It also had more of a musky odour and a creamier consistency to the taste.

  To my surprise, my wife got another orgasm as I finished my forced task in her slimy hairy crotch. Then, just soon as they'd come, the masked gunmen were gone.

  We were warned not to call the police, otherwise the humiliating video would be released on the Internet, including my forced actions. They also dashed an envelope onto the table as they quickly departed.

  I was shocked and surprised at the message in the envelope. It said we were to get a copy of the video they shot. That if we didn't abide by their wishes, excerpts would be released on the Internet with names from our driver's licenses, which they'd looked at upon entering. The note was signed simply "P-O-THREE".

  I was still on my knees, my face wet and smeared with a drying mixture of my wife's and Ted's fuck fluid.

  "Oh baby, that was awful of them to do that to us and to you." Ella said as she sat up on the sofa and pulled my head over to her. She held me to her breast as we consoled each other after the horrible ordeal.

  All three of us got cleaned up, and after a while discussed the incident as well as details of the note left behind by the three intruders.

  We were all hugely embarrassed, especially me. I was really surprised at well my wife, and Ted for that matter, endured the ordeal so calmly. I couldn't help but be impressed by them. I was a nervous and emotional wreck. Who wouldn't be after having licked a penis in front of their wife? I was destroyed.

  I also went along with my wife and Ted's decision not to call the police. After all, none of us wanted to be Online rape web personalities. The more I considered it, I too was glad that the other two agreed on this course of action. After my anger and fright had subsided a bit, I thought of my regular and part time jobs and how I would have to deal with folks if news of the incident had gotten out.

  Days later, another note was received from the P-O-THREE. It was followed by a phone call. The same digitally altered voice made it very clear as to what would happen if I didn't follow their instructions to the letter. To say I was in shock was a huge understatement. The other shock was how well my wife received it.

  "Honey, they could ruin our lives. Your friends don't have much to lose, but you have your professional jobs to think about." She said to me in a calm and collected tone, which impressed me.

  "B-But Ella! T-They a-are talking about y-you getting p-p-pregnant f-from..."

  "I know darling, but don't you think it's better for it to be Ted than some stranger? After all, this can only make you and Ted that much closer. After all, you too now have the knowledge of having shared me. It's only a bit more of an extension of that for me to have his baby and for you to share that with him."

  Reluctantly, I had to admit my wife's thought process was correct. I called Ted and told him everything. After a brief pause of silence, he agreed.

  "Even though I wouldn't ordinarily sleep with a close pals wife, in this case it's an emergency situation. I'll be over to fuck, er, I mean sleep with her tonight." Ted said to me in the phone headset.

  When I tried to let him know that he didn't need to come over so soon, since it would take a while for Ella's birth control pills to wear off, my wife intervened and asked if she could talk to him. They at first exchanged pleasantries and minor small talk. Then she went silent. Apparently Ted was talking. She briefly walked out of my earshot with the cordless phone. She returned a moment later just in time for me to hear her close out the call

  "Yes, yes, you're right Ted. That's a good idea. Talk later. See you in a little bit."

  She hung up before I could get the phone back.

  "Baby, I need to get accustomed to his size and style of sexing. I can't just rush into this, even if I'm being extorted into doing so." My wife Ella said, with a strange smile on her face, which seemed to say, `It was stupid of me to even question her about her desire to do so.'

  The group's instructions also demanded that I suck my wife's pussy each and every time after she was fucked. That was so disturbing to me.

  Ted arrived a few hours later. Again, we discussed the entire situation. I was still quite reluctant to go ahead with doing as the P-O-THREE demanded.

  I tried escaping any clean up duty, but my wife persuaded me to do so to avoid receiving the group's wrath in the event they discovered she, or I, or Ted lied and didn't follow their instructions.

  What hurt more than anything was that my wife admitted, in a relaxed tone, that it made her feel good for me to have sucked Ted's thick cum from her pussy. I was so embarrassed because she said so in Ted's presence.

  Ted also chimed in and agreed with my wife, about it being the best thing to clean her pussy after he finished fucking her.

  "It's nothing personal old pal, I've got your best interest at heart here. After all, we don't know whether they may come back and give us all some kind of lie detector tests or something."

  Browbeaten and failing to counter their reasoning, I hung my head and agreed with my wife and buddy. I committed to tongue cleaning her messy drippy slimy cunt up after he filled her with his heavy load of dick cream.

  "Look at the bright side honey, at least they didn't require you to lick Ted's dick clean this time."

  It was a tiny consolation, but I had to nod in agreement with my wife's comment.

  I prepared to sleep on the couch as Ted led my wife to our master bedroom. They would call me when they were ready for me to perform clean up duty on her pussy between fucks.

  Additionally, my other pain was that I wouldn't be able to have sex with my wife until she was pregnant with Ted's baby.

  As it turned out, until then, I ended up having to be satisfied with my wife's occasional blow job and many bouts of her jerking me off, while my buddy had the pleasure of fucking and enjoying her luscious pussy raw, wet, and to his heart's content.

  During this time, I began to get worried about how close they were getting. They were like teenage lovebirds.

  My wife was announced pregnant in a little less than three months after the gang invaded our home. Now that she was, I'd assumed that all the deep French Kisses and hugging and groping between she and Ted would cease. The excuse before she was pregnant was that they had to do all those type of things to get use to each other in order to facilitate getting Ella in t
he mood for sex.

  "Joe, it's impossible to just turn our feelings off like a garden hose. These things take time. We're dealing with emotional ties here. After all, Ted and I have ignited the process of creating a new life. He and I just can't break off our bonding that quickly."

  My wife's words came as a surprise to me. I tried to counter the position she was taking. It failed.

  "I love you, Joe. Always have always will. Never forget that. Ted and I will have to work on breaking the tight emotional bond that's been established between us. Us having sex is a part of that bond. Unforeseen circumstances created this situation, and like many things in life, it now must run its course. Joe, if you truly love me, you must accept this situation and be supportive, not creating emotional turmoil."

  We discussed and discussed, but there was no stopping my wife. I got the same type of response from my good buddy Ted, when I confronted him on the same subject.

  To make matters worse, even without it being brought up in the conversation, I was sheepish and thoroughly intimidated by the fact that I had been orally cleaning up after all the messes he'd made in my wife's cunt.

  The bottom line, I had to live with and endure Ted being the other man in our household even after my wife was pregnant. To make matters worse, my wife insisted that I continue to lap her cunt clean after their sexual liaisons, which lasted until the beginning of her eighth month.

  I found it massively humiliating, even if I had become accustomed to the slimy creamy taste of pussy fuck juices. I eventually made up my mind to try and rebuild my esteem as a man and a husband.

  "Joe, honey, I need you to do that for me. Your sweet tongue is the perfect compliment to Ted's much larger cock. I can still feel your smaller prick in me, but not like before.”

  “Baby, please continue to eat me out.” she continued. “It'd mean so much to me, since you're giving me something Ted can't, and Ted is giving me something with his sturdier, long lasting dick that you can't. Besides, Ted is doesn't eat pussy. He told me so."