The Fooled Husband Page 2

  My wife’s instruction rang loud and clear. It pained me, but I knew I'd have to put rebuilding my manly esteem on hold, just to please the woman I loved and not jeopardise my marriage. I was concerned now about her maybe having fallen in love with Ted.

  The fear of losing her, I conceded to her request. I was to remain her "pussy eater", throughout the rest of her pregnancy.

  Although she and I were also having intercourse during her pregnancy, that is up until the eighth month, I could tell it was much more utilitarian and not with much enthusiasm. Her enthusiasm was always higher with my head between her parted legs as compared to my cock. She was always more excited about sex with Ted and his much bigger penis. The worst thing for me is that she never tried to hide it.

  Ted and my wife's coupling gave us a son. My wife thought it fitting to name him Theodore. I cringed badly and tried to get her to change her mind. She resisted saying it was only fair to Ted for the baby's first name to be named after him, since the last was to be mine. She dug in on that point and I ended up conceding to her once more.

  I also assumed our lives would return to some degree of normality, after the baby was born, but again, I was quite wrong.

  Within weeks after "our" son was born, she and Ted began dating openly, while I remained home baby-sitting. I went out with them from time to time, but often I felt like a fifth wheel, in a manner of speaking. Many times my wife also discouraged me tagging along with them.

  Ted was a far better dancer and party person than I. I had to admit, he was funnier and more hip when it came to being a the life of the party.

  On many of these dates, my other three buddies were along with them most of the time. This made me feel better. That is, with three other guys around, it made Ted's date with a married woman, my wife, a bit more socially acceptable. At least in my eyes anyway.

  As stated by my wife, I accepted her philosophy and assumed that the situation with Ted, and the unfortunate and strange, circumstances we found ourselves in, would run it's course and our marriage would return to the routine we were in prior to the P-O-THREE invasion incident.

  How wrong I was.

  When Theodore reached sixteen months of age, the three masked bandits returned once more. Just as before, they broke in. This time it was Phil that was the forced stud for my wife.

  Again I was tied up and forced to watch and to do cunt clean up duties. It was deja vu all over again.

  Their was something different this time. Phil's cock got hard as I was licking his thick slimy cock clean. The three masked men insisted and forced me to aggressively suck him to completion.

  They captured the entire act close up. It was so embarrassing to be captured on video obviously swallowing gulp after gulp of Phil's powerful spurts of viscous jism, including my involuntary licking of his semen from my lips after he pulled his softening dick from my lips.

  Dazed and disgusted by what I was forced to do, I was amazed at the boatload of semen Phil had shot into my mouth, even after the copious quantity of the frothy mess he'd deposited in my lovely wife's cunt. Just as before, I had been forced to experience another of my buddies fucking my wife as well as being assigned the job of impregnating her with our second child. And again, I had to lap, and suck up the spermy froth from her dripping oozing crotch from the moment of the invasion through her pregnancy.

  This whole situation saddened me greatly. However, the idea of me being seen by millions with a second cock in my mouth overruled any other thoughts I had about reporting it to the authorities. Especially since this second cock sucking scene was far more incriminating than the first.

  A year later, we had another baby in our growing family. It was a baby girl. My wife insisted on naming her Phillipa

  As the pregnancy progressed, my humiliation was made even greater. I ate a lot of pussy juice and dick cream during this period of time. You see. After Phil had impregnated Ella, I had to frequently eat Phil's heavy thick dick slime from my wife pretty pussy, as well as Ted's. My wife insisted that it was okay for both men to have intercourse with her and paid no attention to my complaints.

  Ted or Phil didn't complain either.

  In addition, my wife insisted - no the right word is commanded - me to eat her fucked pussy out like clockwork. Powered by her changed personality, and my apparent, unspoken, lesser masculine status, in her eyes, I did as she desired.

  Phil and Ted seemed to always be over at our house and constantly had their huge cocks in Ella.

  No matter how I begged, I couldn't seem to deter my wife or the guys, that is Phil and Ted, from their lusty activities. Part of the problem was that it's hard to sound manly and commanding, when I've had my mouth on both of their dicks and even sucked one of them off to completion.

  It's impossibly hard to portray myself as master of the house, that is, with my wife, and my buddies, all four of them, insisting and reminding me to suck out her slimy, semen filled pussy, after Ted and Phil fucked her.

  Their concern, that the P-O-THREE would discover I didn't do as I was told. Cowed by everyone's repeated nagging and browbeating of me, I conceded and put my lips and tongue to work, rather than risk my professional career.

  What shocked me beyond belief was how cheerful and available my wife made herself available to Phil & Ted.

  With me, she wasn't always in the same happy, upbeat, sexy mood, unless I was going to be tonguing her twat, especially when it was wet and messy with Ted's or Phil's spent cum.

  Though she was polite and occasionally affectionate to me, it was clear that the role I played with my head and tongue between her legs gave her the greatest pleasure.

  It was extremely humiliating when the guys, even though in a good hearted way, made an off the cuff remark about me eating out my wife's creamy cum soaked cunt. Even worse was that she joined in on the snickering and smirking smiles with the guys.

  It was massively humiliating for me, I always blushed, red as a tomato. But, it was common knowledge that this was the only way I could compete with the guys and their much larger tools.

  Especially since they had essentially ruined my wife's pussy for me and my much smaller member.

  Once when we were alone, my wife, in a loving way explained why she joined in with the fellows making fun of me eating her creamy hair-pie.

  "Joe, honey, I did it not to hurt you, but to help desensitise you to being uptight about eating my cream pie. I want to help you get over your macho concern about eating another man's spent jism from my pussy.”

  “You should not feel ashamed of sucking semen from your wife's cunt, especially when the men who deposited it there are friends of yours. Men who were forced into this bizarre ordeal, the same as you and I. Here baby, come here, you look like you need a hug." My wife added as she could tell from the expression on my face that I looked dumbfounded and dejected over her explanation.

  The hug did feel nice, even if I didn't like what I was hearing.

  After a quick hug and a kiss, my wife resumed our conversation.

  "Baby, you can't help it because they are bigger than you and I delight in their bigger rods after having been exposed to them.”

  “You also can't blame yourself because the only way you can be comparable to them pleasing me is with your lovely tongue lapping action. No, Joe, you have nothing to feel humiliated about. I want you to feel just as comfortable talking about sucking out my wet pussy as Phil and Ted discuss how well they got off in me."

  My wife went on to make me try and understand that whatever we did within our marriage was perfectly fine, since it was a part of our legal conjugal marital relations.

  I wasn't completely convinced by this and other conversations we had on this subject. Neither did my confidence come about to openly feel comfortable to openly talk of my eating her creamy hair pie, especially in the presence of the men who deposited it there

  However, the guys, all four of them, continued to mention something from time to time about my gooey muff diving. My wife, even thou
gh well meaning in her attempt to desensitise me on the subject, did continue to bruise my feelings as she failed to not criticise their jokes about me. However, despite all this, I continued to suck out my wife's fucked and frothy slimy snatch because I had no other way to compete with these more well endowed "sperm depositors".

  This horrible situation had made a complete pushover out of me in my own home. It was further difficult to control the coming and goings of Ted and Phil, since my wife browbeat into me getting them their own house keys.

  As if it wasn't bad enough to have two guys, I considered two of my closest pals to be fucking my wife, it was rather by accident that I discovered that my other two "close" buddies, were also getting into my wife's panties too.

  I confronted my wife.

  "It sort of just happened honey." "H-How long have Sam and Vince b-been i-intimate with..."

  "I've been fucking them since I was pregnant with Victoria."

  I then realised that I was probably licking up and eating the semen of four cocks, as opposed to two. I was too embarrassed to ask her about that aspect.

  "H-Honey, I-I don't know w-what to say. I-I never thought y-you'd be deceitful to me."

  "I know baby, I was wrong, but it was sort of unfair for only two of your buddies to be sharing me, and the other two not to do the same. Yes, I was wrong not to tell you, but I thought I was doing the right thing for your friends. They would get so hard up from hearing Phil and Ted talk about how good my pussy was. You should've felt how hard Sam's and Vince's dicks were when they first showed them to me."

  I looked at her wild eyed.

  "Joe darling, please forgive me for deceiving you, even though it was for a good cause, that is of helping your friends with their hard-ons. However, honey, you should also look at this from another angle also."

  "What angle is that?" I replied.

  "That you should be flattered that Sam and Vince were aroused enough to want me, your wife, just from hearing Phil and Ted talking about how good my pussy was to them."

  "E-Ella I-I can't believe you're saying this. Y-You're not the same woman I-I married." I stumbled as I tried to respond to her unbelievably assertion.

  "I am, but just more sexually satisfied than ever before. I feel, so...so, I guess the word is womanly, yes, like a real woman now. You know, with all the sexing you and your buddies are giving me."

  I began replying to Ella, but a passionate kiss and embrace from her silenced me. My wife's hugs and open mouth kisses had the same effect, as my mother's hugs were when I was a toddler and had a hurt finger. Her hug and kisses were comforting, but I was still emotionally hurt by all that had been revealed to me

  From my wife's affection towards them, it was clear as day that my buddies, and definitely their four dicks, were a part of my marriage, whether I wanted it or not.

  I was saddened by her announcement of that at the dinner table one evening, when all four of my supposedly buddies, were there with us. After putting the kids to bed, my wife returned and made her startling declaration

  "Everyone, I have an announcement. After discussing it, I have convinced Joe that it makes no sense to hide it that I'm common pussy for all you men, and of course my sweetie pie husband."

  "FUCK YEAH! Three cheers for Joe! For he's a mighty good fellow!" The guys rang out, almost in unison. However, I wasn't in the mood to be cheerful. Neither by my wife's surprise announcement, or her overt, even if it was not intentional, put-down of my masculinity. I didn't know how to take her not saying we were all men, rather than her emphasis on "men" and then letting her voice lower as she spoke "sweetie pie husband".

  My precious wife was basically saying that she had four men and a husband.

  "Now guys, since all of y'all are going to be poking my pussy regularly, you need to give me some kind of timetable. After all, I'm a busy mom and housekeeper." My wife said with a gleeful look, but also exhibited a slightly smirking face. The guys all chuckled. It was then that I saw Sam and Ted reached over and groped her tits openly, which sort of added to her declaration she was a common woman for us.

  I was again saddened, since it was obvious my wife was directing her statement on "scheduling" to my four buddies, and not including me. It was almost like she was saying, she would schedule them, but work me in as an afterthought.

  Of course the reality of it was that I would get whatever leftover intimacy she had. There was more truth in this as she'd let me know, point blank, that this new openness wouldn't affect her need for me to tongue and suck her slimy, drippy, jism laden snatch after she was fucked by the guys.

  My only four friends, my best friends, were fucking my wife's pussy so often, many times she was too tired and too sore, that is after putting out for them. However, she still demanded I do my share of lovemaking to her with my thorough pussy licking and sucking. But, she was too tired after that to let me put it in, and enjoy what pleasure I could from her well fucked and stretched cunt.

  I would receive the very occasional blowjob, but more often she would jerk me off. It became more frequent that she would tell me; "Honey, I'm all sexed out, how about beating your meat off for me? Thanks." She'd then turn her back to me and fall instantly asleep. She didn't seem to have the slightest concern for my relief, as I was left holding my aching hard prick as I was posed to slip it in her well licked and sucked muff.

  Quite a major turning point in our modified marriage occurred at dinner one Friday night when all four of the guys were over.

  As my wife tidied the table, at her request I showered, read stories to our two little ones and tucked them into bed.

  On returning to the family room, I noticed that the toddler lock had been engaged on the door. It was apparent the group didn't want the young ones bursting into the room un-expectantly. I thought they maybe watching an adult video.

  Worse still. It was more like the making of a video video.

  When I returned to our family room, I walked in on beginnings of an orgy in process. Not only was my wife the star attraction, she also seemed a very willing and eager participant.

  My wife had no top or bra on and it seemed all four of the guys were groping her simultaneously. Vince was suckling one delicious tit, while Sam was kneading the other. Ella and Phil were obviously having a passionate open mouth kiss, while Ted and Phil both had hands under her raised dress fondling her shapely bush.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. How could she be so blatant and brazen, and right in front of me to boot? It was bad enough she seemed to always be more accommodating to my four big dick buddies than me.

  "Ella! That’s enough! I demand you stop acting like a slut and show me some respect! After all, I am your husband!" I said angrily.

  "Joe! What has come over you! Lower your voice, you might wake the kids. And what do you mean calling me a slut?" My wife spoke firmly and with an annoyed tone.

  I had gotten her attention. This was goodness, or so I thought.

  "Ella, it's bad enough you deceived me about putting out for all the guys, but to do this right in front of..."

  "SLAP!"

  Ella walked up and without warning slapped me so hard I tumbled backward a step or two. My face was burning.

  "E-Ella! W-What d-did you do that for? A-Are you losing..." I started to speak but was again cut off mid sentence - this time with words not with a blow from her hand.

  "Sam! Vince! Hold him! And be sure and keep him quiet until I find some tape."

  I was shocked by how quickly Sam and Vince restrained me. I wasn't sure which one had his hand over my mouth. By the time I did, my wife returned from the kitchen with a strip of wide wrapping tape. Before I realised it, my mouth was taped shut. She told Sam and Vince to continue holding me.

  "Yeah, that’s it. With that on dear, you have less of a chance of waking the children. Better yet, we're going to the basement. I want you to explain calling me a tramp, especially after all me and the guys have done to protect you." My wife said in a huffy voice. It was obvious she wa
s very upset

  Sam and Vince pushed me toward the basement door basically lifting me up when I was slow to propel myself in that direction. Being that I was of much smaller stature than them, they easily picked me up for the trip downstairs. Before I cleared the door, I heard my wife Phill out to Ted and Phil.

  "You two stay up here and watch out for your kids waking up, while I tend to my smart mouth husband."

  Her emphasis on "your" was a bit of insult to injury while all this other was going on. It was an obvious reminder of my cuckold status.

  I was carried down the steps with my wife behind me. I heard the door closing in back of her. I was beginning to get even more worried now. What was to happen to me?

  "Hold him right there." She said to the guys on either side of me, who had a firm grasp of my arms.

  "Now honey, what is this all about you calling me a slut?

  Look at all I’ve done for you! I've given you two babies to protect you from professional ruin. OOOOHHHHH! It makes me so mad to think you called me that." Ella said in an emotional, almost screaming tone.

  "Apologise to me. Apologise to me and you better goddamn mean it. Additionally it must be done in a manner that will remind you not to make such an outburst again or even think such a thing. I partially understand that you're under some stress because of the circumstances you've been thrust into. However, those same circumstances have also thrust your friends' big dicks into me.”

  “You must understand and accept that. I've become pleasurably accustomed to them now. That's a fact of life you must live with. You must get use to that, without getting flustered or upset about it, just like you've done in regard to licking my pussy after I get fucked."

  Stunned, shocked, I would've been speechless regardless. As I let her words soak in, now I was sure my wife was possessed. However, I was now worried what type of apology she may be cooking up for me.My wife silently held her chin as she pondered and walked a short distance away. It was obvious she was deep in thought.