This Cock Tastes Like My Wife Ch. 03

"Leave me?" My words came out in a whisper. I felt like I'd just been punched in the stomach.

"Don't sit there looking like a lost puppy. Once again, I saved your ass. I convinced her she should fuck other men," He stated easily.

"You did what!" I crowed, having to fight off a spell of dizziness.

"Would it be better if you were single? Because that's what would have happened if I hadn't worked my magic on her."

"Who, Ron? Who did she fuck? How long has it been going on?"

"Hold your horses. I didn't say she fucked anyone," Ron looked irritated.

"Did she?" I waited with baited breath.

Ron cleared his throat and ignored my question. "I gotta give it to her, she loves you enough that she didn't want to cheat on you. Most sluts like her wouldn't think twice about getting their needy pussies filled. She was absolutely convinced that the right thing to do was to get a divorce. In a conventional relationship, she'd have been right. Unfortunately you kept your little fantasy from her so she had no idea that she wasn't in a conventional relationship.

"It wasn't very hard to convince her. First I had to get her off the idea of divorce. I made a strong case that it would hurt you a lot more if she left you than if you found out she'd cheated. I even managed to convince her that you were the type of guy who would forgive her if she got caught. I practically guaranteed it.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell her you were a perv who liked the idea of her getting her pussy stretched by strange cock. It was some shit about you being more driven by your emotions than your sexual needs. What a load of crap, huh?" Ron laughed.

"She really didn't want to leave you; she just couldn't cope with idea of never having a fulfilling sex life. I gave her an out, made her feel like she had a get out of jail free card, so-to-speak."

The feeling of relief that came with hearing that she still loved me allowed me to drift completely back into fantasyland. I sat up straight and waited anxiously for him to continue.

"She couldn't talk to you about it, you know? Not wanting to hurt your feelings and all. You're lucky I was there," Ron said, proudly.

"Thank you," I assumed was what he was waiting to hear. "I can't believe she never mentioned you though. All this time?"

Ron smiled. "I thought about that too. Women are tricky though; they can keep their dirty secrets. I think she looks at me more likeherfriend than yours at this point. Plus, things have gotten pretty flirtatious between us. I'm quite positive that she wants me to fuck her. Maybe she thinks I'll just forget about reconnecting with you and be her lover on the side. She's hinted at it."

"Oh, fuck," I gasped. My cock was as stiff as ever, and my head was doubly clouded by fantasy and liquor.

Ron gave me a knowing grin and continued. "This all came about within the first couple of months I chatted her up. I got her to exchange some photos with me. Nothing risqué at first, but it gave me an opportunity to compliment her and flirt a little. But it snowballed pretty quickly. She's a horny little bitch, let me tell you! Sorry you only get to see it when she's drunk, but she just isn't comfortable with you in the sex department. You make her feel awkward."

"She told you that?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Then the photo's became more frequent, and more daring. She's asked several times if I'd like to see her naked. I told her I'd like to save that for when we met. She told me she couldn't wait. I'm savoring the anticipation. That's why I've never asked you for that nude photo you have of her. But I'd like to think you would have at least offered it, since I'm the one responsible for you getting it!"

"What? How? She was drunk that night, she get's that way."

"Not like that, you know better. True, she was out drinking, but I got her all wet and worked up. We were having cyber sex via text message while she was at the bar that night. She calls it 'sexting'."

"Did you tell her to do that?"

"The photos, or the prostate massage?" Ron laughed. "She said she felt guilty about the cyber sex, it was sort of the first time she'd cheated...byherstandards. So I told her to go give you a spicy time when she got home. I did make a few suggestions."

"It was the best sex we ever had," I mumbled. "And she was so much happier after that night."

"I remember. You told me many times how much better your marriage was after that night. That's because she finally had an outlet for her sexuality, obviously. She was on the road to sexual satisfaction for the first time in a long time, and she didn't even have to give you up to do it. And after a while the guilt stopped gnawing at her. I kept her content for quite a while with our cyber and phone sex sessions."

"You had phone sex with her!" I blurted out.

"Oh yes. What do you think inspired those revisited dirty talking sessions you love so much? She gets all breathy and hot when I call her a dirty little fuck slut. Though she says she's not as comfortable with you talking dirty to her. She just doesn't see you as a sexual being, she see's you as someone she wants to love and respect her. Having you calling her a slut doesn't exactly fall in line, ya know? But apparently there are moments she can't resist, even if it's with you."

"She does like it. I knew it," I absently muttered, not even aware that I was rubbing myself through my pants.

Ron looked down at what my hand was doing, making me aware of it. "Go ahead and let him out. Might as well."

"Oh...uh...no need," I said, uncomfortably.

"Don't be a baby," Ron said, unwrapping his towel and letting his own dick spring out. "You jerk off to my stories. Hell, we've even had what many people would consider cyber sex. Tonight, for example? And I doubt you'll be containing it while you're watching me screw your slut wife in every orifice. So get used to it."

I could hardly help myself. The strong buzz I had from the Cognac only made me more suggestible than I already was. It felt good to undo my pants and let my cock spring free.

"What are you, a five-incher? Six at best?" Ron smirked. "That explains a lot. It's more than I thought you'd have, but still. Nine and thick here, buddy!" Ron stroked his cock to a very quick erection. "I did a couple of porno's in the early 90's. I'll send you some links," He boasted.

I sat there staring at his huge pole, imagining what it could do to my wife.

"You like that?" Ron asked, finally getting me to look up at his face.

"Uh...no! I was just..."

"Cock envy, huh?"

"Sure," I looked away from him, uncomfortably.

"For someone who used to jack off to gay porn, you sure act like a homophobe."

"That was just a phase," I assured him. "I'm not attracted to men. But I'm not a homophobe either."

"Hey, I get it. You like big cocks, you're just not interested in the men attached to them," Ron laughed.

"I never said I liked big cocks!"

"Of course you do. You don't fantasize about your wife getting fucked by a little one, do you?"

I thought about it for a moment and admitted, "No."

Ron grabbed my wife's silky, pink panties, wrapped them around his dick and began to stroke it with them. "One day soon your wife's cunt could be impaled on this big cock. What do you think about that?"

I shrugged, getting goose bumps at the thought of it.

"Enough of the coy shit from you. We both know what you want. Just say it. Tell me you want to see this big cock in DD's pussy,cuckold. "

I was frozen, watching DD's panties slide up and down his long shaft, imagining herinthem...sliding up and down his long shaft. I couldn't get myself to say no, nor could I get myself to say yes.

"I'm waiting," he said, impatiently.

"Ron...please...give me time to think about this," I finally spoke. Under the spell of intoxicating fantasies and liquor, it took every ounce of my being not to blurt out an astounding, 'Yes! Fuck my wife!'

"You don't have time. And I don't have any more patience. You and your fucking indecision have tested my patience for too long. You beg for it, then you wallow in shame. It's pathetic! What's the matter with you? Commit yourself to some form of action rather than just sitting there complacent while you suffer from your miserable, unfulfilling sex life!" Ron scolded me.

"If I'm not going to fuck her, then I'm going to focus my attention elsewhere. I could have crammed my dick into your wife a thousand times by now, but I've waited for you to become as willing as your wife. That wasn't easy, her being the hot little piece of ass that she is. Do you know the things I could make a submissive little whore like that do?" Ron grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock.

"Stroke it for me," Ron commanded, wrapping my fingers around my wife's panties and forcing my hand in an up and down motion.

I reflexively tried to pull back, but his grip was powerful and firm.

"Don't fight it. Show some appreciation for the cock that's going to save your marriage. So help me, if you take your hand off my dick you can consider me gone from your life and hers. Make your mind up, boy.Now." Ron released his grip on my hand.

I nodded, staring in disbelief at my own hand, gliding up and down another man's cock, my wife's panties separating my skin from his.

"That's a yes then? Repeat after me. I'm in control of her sex life, and yours. Your wife's pussy belongs to me and you will do whatever I ask of you. If at any time you refuse to do what I ask of you, this arrangement is off. Understand?" Ron looked me directly in the eyes.

I swallowed hard. "I understand. You're in control of our sex life and my wife's pussy is yours. I'll do what you say."

"Good choice, because you're marriage might be in a bit of trouble again," Ron laid back, propping up a pillow behind his head. "Keep stroking, boy. You really know how to work a cock with your hand. All that practice at jerking off really shows."

"Ron..." I began.

"Address me as sir from this point on," Ron said, sternly.

"Sir? What kind of trouble is my marriage in? I thought she was happy?"

"Well, DD was getting restless. We were having fun with the cyber and phone sex, but that slut of ours has a needy pussy that needed to get stuffed. So I gave her permission to fuck someone," Ron answered casually.

My eyes got wide. "You gave her permission!"

Ron smiled big. "Well, sort of. I can't say I've fully put her under my control yet. But she did consult me about the idea of spreading her legs for someone she likes. Not to say she wouldn't have done it anyway, but I think she needed me to make her feel ok about it. So I did."

"My, my, my wife is fucking someone?" I felt my body shaking.

"For the past few months," Ron nodded. "There have been a few, but only one that you ought to really be concerned about. His name is Kane."

"DD is fucking someone else," I repeated, lost in my thoughts.

"Spreading her pussy around like the whore she is," Ron chuckled. "Snap out of it, boy. I know your feelings are a mixed bag, but it does no good to think of the negatives. Just take it with a grain of salt and enjoy your fantasy."

"I, I know. You're right," I said, not truly convinced. "How many men has she been with? Did she tell you about it? Did she like it?" I rattled off questions in a frenzy.

"The first was a man who works at her favorite watering hole. A bartender. I believe his name is also Tony."

"That guy? He's a kid! He's barely old enough to legally pour a drink!"

Ron grinned. "And his inexperience showed in the bathroom stall where he fucked her. She said he pounded her cunt like an animal, and she enjoyed it quite a bit for all of the sixty seconds that it lasted. Poor boy got too excited I guess. She wasn't too happy about that. No repeat business for him."

"In a bathroom stall?" I fixated on what a slutty act that was. Then I remembered banging her in the parking lot the night I'd met her. I guessed she was staying true to form. I wrapped my free hand around my own cock.

"What's interesting is the way she described him," Ron noted. "Dark hair, blue eyes, skinny, sound familiar? And to top it off his name is also Tony. The second guy didn't have a name. A random pick up at the same bar and she got herself fucked in the back seat of a Honda. First orgasm she's had in years that she didn't have to give herself. Dark hair, blue eyes, skinny...she definitely has a type."

"The backseat of a Honda," I breathed heavily as I stroked my dick. "Slut...whore..."

"You're focusing a little too much on your pleasure and not enough on mine. Work my cock, cuck boy," Ron said irritably.

"Sorry," I said, meekly.

Ron grabbed my hand and stopped my rhythm. "Take your clothes off."

I looked at him blankly.

"And put these on," he tossed DD's panties into my lap.

I didn't move, shocked at what he was asking me to do.

"You've read my stories and gotten off to them, so don't look stunned when I make a simple request like this. I'm about to get to the important part. But if you'd like me to stop and leave you alone, go ahead and sit there looking at me like a fucking idiot. Get to it! Thirty seconds!"

I got myself undressed as quickly as I could, Ron watching intently as I stripped naked. I stared at the panties, my mind cueing in on the fact that they'd last been worn by my wife, and according to Ron, had covered her pussy after she'd been fucked by another man. The kinkiness of putting them on suddenly seemed strangely exciting to me. In my head I was asking myself,what the hell is wrong with you!I needed another weird fetish like I needed a hole in the head.

They were a little tight, but I managed to get them on, my hard dick poking out the side.

Ron nodded approvingly. "Good, sissy boy. I'm glad they fit. From now on I want you to wear your wife's underwear exclusively."

My face crumpled up like an angry child.

"The answer you're looking for is yes, sir."

"Yes, sir," I said, reluctantly, not convinced I would actually follow such an order.

Ron patted the bed and gave his cock a few strokes, "Now, get back to it and let me fill you in on the rest."

I sat down beside him and took his swollen rod back in my hand. Without DD's panties covering it I could feel every contour of his veiny monster, making me even more keenly aware of what I was doing. It felt strange to be holding another man's dick in my hand, but not as awkward as I thought it would. I felt ashamed for not being completely disgusted.

"Get it wet," Ron ordered.

Very slowly I lowered my head towards his dick, putting on a display of reluctance that was as much for my own benefit as it was for his. Deep down, I could not allow myself to believe that I was actually ok with what I was doing.

With my mouth hovering only inches above his huge pole, I expelled my spit onto his cock to lube him up. I worked it in with a few strokes of my hand, and felt Ron pushing on the back of my head.

"Wetter," he said, firmly pressing me down to his cock until it hit my lips. "Open up."

My mouth opened and he pushed me further, forcing me to open wider until I had the full girth of his cock stuffed tightly in my mouth.

"Good. Now move your hand, you won't need it," He said, gripping my wrist and pulling my hand from his shaft.

I looked up at his smug, grinning face, realizing the power he must have felt over me.

"That's right, suck cock, Tony. Suck the cock that's going to fill DD's cunt. You're going to learn to love it. You'll be as good as your wife in no time," Ron moaned.

With his hand gripping the back of my head, he began to guide me up and down his shaft with my mouth.

I didn't resist. I knew there was no point. I'd already crossed the line, put him in control of making my long time fantasy a reality, and though wearing panties and playing with his dick hadn't been a part of the fantasy, I told myself that it was a necessary evil to please him – that I was doing it for the sake of achieving my fantasy and not for any other reason.

At the same time, it was the cure for my guilt.I should welcome this,I told myself. I reminded myself that essentially, I'd agreed to allow this man to make a whore of my wife, and a mockery of my marriage. I felt low down and dirty, more at that moment than ever before. Forced to wear panties, forced to suck his dick, that was my punishment. I deserved it.

"The third time was with a man you know. Ben is his name."

"Mmmmuhg!" I grunted with my mouth full. Ben was an older, married man who lived across the street! I never liked him.

"Shhhh, suck that cock, and let me finish," Ron said, easily. "She seduced him. I had to tell her how. She's only just now learning how to command her sexuality. Most women know instinctively the power they have over men, but DD is a work in progress.

"Anyhow, that was another one that didn't turn out how she hoped. He has a nice cock I hear, but completely clueless. She took a vacation day from her job just so she could fuck him in your house while you were at work. He screwed her right in your living room. But don't worry he won't be back.

"She was getting frustrated. Three cocks, and two were a complete waste of time. DD found out just how many men there are out here who don't know how to fuck. She was pretty broken up about it too. That same night I spent an hour on the phone with her trying to make her stop crying about how she'd risked her marriage for nothing. She was putting a major guilt trip on herself. She was ready to give it up and resign herself to a lifetime of masturbatory orgasms and unfulfilling sex with you. Can you believe that?

"But I knew you wouldn't want that, so I talked her out of it and told her to speak with her friends to find a guy with a proven track record. So apparently she heard through the grapevine about this young man named Kane, who works at her job. He was supposed to be the cat's ass when it came to laying the pipe.

"Watch your fucking teeth, sissy boy!" Ron hissed.

"Shiree," I gasped.

"Breath through your nose. There you go. Yeeeeessss, yeeeeesssss, suck me. Now you've got it," Ron relaxed. "So where was I? Ohhh fuck. You're sucking that cock like you like it! Do you like being a cocksucker, sissy boy? Mmmmm suck my big dick! Suck it! Yeeeeaaaahhh!"

Ron forced my head into a faster rhythm. His thick head was hitting the back of my throat and I was having a hard time with it.

"When you feel like gagging, just swallow hard to fight your reflex," Ron instructed. "Yes, that's it. Suck my big cock! Take it! Take it!" He grunted. "Aahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Reflexively I tried to pull away as he began shooting his hot, thick cum into my mouth, but he held me down, forcing me to take it. I wouldn't swallow it, so it gushed from the corners of my mouth in abundance.

"Keep sucking, bitch! Milk me!" Ron growled, forcing me to continue bobbing up and down on his dick as his jizz leaked out of my mouth. When he finished with one last violent thrust into my mouth, he relaxed, releasing his grip on my head.

I flung myself back on the bed gasping for air, cringing as I reluctantly swallowed a few remnants of his sperm, then wiped the rest from my mouth and chin.

Ron lay beside me, smiling contentedly. "You learn much faster than most men who've I had to teach," he complimented.

"Thank you, sir," I gulped, cringing, disgusted with myself, but still hoping to get the rest of the story on DD. "So what happened with Kane?"

"Kane? Right. He fucked her. Fucked her real good. The best sex she's ever had," Ron rolled onto his side to face me. "She was giddy as a school girl after their first time. Long story short, he's had exclusive rights to her pussy since then, except for you of course. He's been banging your wife for the last two months, and quite frequently at that."