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Donnie Had Four Good Friends. So Did Jen. free porn video
I have four good friends, we're all in our early 30's and have been tight since we were the starting five on our small-town high school basketball team. I'm a police officer, and they all work at other jobs in this town and the one next door. We’re all married, and we socialize a lot. There’s always been a lot of flirting and suggestions back and forth about being available for sex. I would have to say that my wife Jen is a lot hotter than any of their wives.
My wife has shown some interest in the past, privately talking with me, but I have always vetoed the idea cold. I even refused to let her get in the hot tub when we all rented a cabin together and the guys were in there naked. The thing is, my cock is a lot smaller than any of my four buds, and I didn't want my wife to get any ideas.
Anyway, we invited everybody over on a Friday to watch a soccer game on TV. None of the guys' wives were interested in coming. I was due home around 6, after my shift. But a little before 5 we got a call that there was a big smash-up where a small side road crosses what people treat as a freeway, driving much too fast.
So I called home and said to Jen, "It looks like I won't be home until at least 10, honey. Can you put up with the guys until then? At least I'll make some double-time."
"Sure, Baby," she said. "I love you."
So I drove my black-and-white out to the crash site, and quickly realized that the rookie who called it in had seriously exaggerated the size of the mess. It took a while for ambulances, etc., and for the accident re-creation team to get there, but by a quarter to 8 I was happily headed home.
When I got there everything looked fine and all my buds' cars were parked out front so I had to park a couple of doors down. I came up to the door and pushed it open at the same time I was calling into the room, "Hey, Jen? How’s it goin’?"
She was doing fine. She lay on the living room floor on the guest room mattress, naked and spread-eagled. One of the guys, Petar, who was a tall Croatian and had the biggest cock in the group, was pushing it into her hard while the other guys watched and egged them on. They were all naked, holding a drink in one hand and jacking themselves with the other, probably waiting their turns.
Jen heard me come in right in the middle of screaming, "Oh, God, fuck me!" When she saw me she changed that to, "No, Petar, you have to get off me!" Petar stopped and sat back with a WTF look on his face, then looked up at me, got embarrassed, and stood up.
Jen was starting to cry, yelling, "Donnie, I... I never wanted to hurt you...I'm so sorry!" At least she didn't give me that crap line about how it wasn't what it looked like- there was no question about that, she was pulling a train.
I didn't say anything to her, and stood frozen at the door while a couple of the guys started helping her find her clothes. I noticed her blouse and panties were badly ripped. Then Petar and Allie took my arms gently and ushered me into our bedroom, where they sat me on the bed.
"Why?" I asked.
Allie sighed and said, "We're all really sorry to do you this way, Donnie. But this wasn't a first-time thing for Jen. Over the last couple of years she's been fucking all of us. But she always told each of us that if you or any of the other guys found out she would cut us off completely and tell our wives. So we were each doing her without knowing the others were, too.
"Then on Wednesday the four of us were having a beer at the Old Elm and the subject of women came up. Petar, being a dumbshit, began bragging about the hot woman he was fucking. Then the rest of us did, too, and then we noticed our descriptions of the women were all very similar. We looked at each other with our mouths open and one of us said, 'Jesus, we're all fucking Donnie's wife, aren't we?' We talked about it a little more, getting mad at her for doing this behind all of our backs.
"So we decided to look for an opportunity to make her do all of us together, just to pay her back for jerking us around, and then dump her. It had to be sometime you weren't home, though, so with your fucked-up schedule we didn't know when it could be. It was just luck that you were late tonight. I sure wish you'd been an hour later."
I tried to absorb all this, then asked, "Why are her clothes ripped up?"
Petar said, "See the thing is, after we got her drunk I was supposed to talk her into fucking me in front of the others. At first she seemed willing, then when they started getting naked and she focused a little she said she wanted to back out. So we all sort of grabbed her and ripped her clothes off." He said that as if it were perfectly sensible behavior.
I was still trying to sort out who was at fault here. "How did she take being stripped?"
Petar smiled a little. "Oh, God, after that it took her all of 5 seconds to be totally into it. If she had not been, we would have stopped, honest. Once we got her naked, she looked at each of us and said, 'You two go get the mattress off the guest room bed. You know where it is, I've fucked you all on it enough times. But tonight is my night. I'm going to pull a train, starting with Petar.'"
I heard some sounds from the hall and realized the others were putting the mattress back in the guest bedroom. Then the two male voices, which I could barely hear, said something like, "We're really sorry, Jen, we fucked up."
Jen replied, saying, "We all fucked up, guys- and let's face it, I fucked up most of all."
One of them asked, "Are you going to tell our wives?"
She replied, "No, I wouldn't want to hurt them, they're my friends. But I have no idea what Donnie will do." They started to leave and she said, "Come here, you idiots, and give me a big kiss. I may not be seeing you again."
I looked at Petar and Allie and said, "Okay, you pricks, get out of here. You don't have to worry about any domestic v******e happening here tonight, at least of the physical kind."
Allie looked very worried, and he said, "Don, are you going to tell our wives?"
I tried to be as honest as I could. "If this were all happening right now, and your wives were in the other room watching TV or some shit- yeah, fucking right I'd tell them, partly to make sure you paid a price for fucking Jen, and partly to give your wives a shot of pain for not keeping their husbands on a shorter leash and letting them screw up my marriage. But I may feel different in a few days." Then another thought hit me. "Were you guys her first...uhm...adultery? Was she doing this with other guys before she started up with you?"
Petar held his hands out, palms toward me, and said, "Donnie, who knows what goes on in the head of a sexy married woman? She told each of us we were her first affair, so how would we know whether to believe her about her past? But one time she started to tell me a story about a big party she had with some other guys a long time ago, but she shut up in the middle of telling it. So I don't know."
That made sense to me, so I sort of waved them toward the door and they left, their cocks almost comically deflated. When they got out to the living room to get dressed, Jen came in wearing her bra, the blouse now useless and gone, and her pants, in which she must have been commando at this point. She very timidly crossed the room and sat about a foot and a half away from me on the bed. I didn't look at her, and she reached out to touch my arm and said, "Donnie- I would give anything if this hadn't happened to you, Donnie."
"Happened to me?” I said, pulling my arm away. “It didn't just happen, Jen, ‘happened’ is a car accident, like the one where I was trying to save lives while you were spread out in the living room fucking all my best friends. This didn't just happen, Jen, it's something you did, and you did it in a way that will probably cost me the only four friends I really care about in the world. I’ll never be able to get back to where I was with them until now. You're a real piece of work, Jen." Then the thought hit me that she didn't know what Petar and Allie had told me while they were calming me down. So I asked her, "When I came in, you sounded pretty happy to have Petar fucking you. But your blouse and panties were torn off. Are you going to tell me they ****d you, or did you consent to doing all of them?"
She looked tempted for a moment, but then she said, "I was willing, Donnie, but I only had time to do it with Petar before you got home."
Then I decided to drop the big fuck-you question.
“Jen, was tonight the first time you’ve ever cheated on me?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Oh, yes, Donnie! I mean, tonight was the only time I ever did anything more than flirt or dance closely with someone.”
I sat there looking her in the face, and realized I could never again trust a word she said.
“It’s too late for you, Jen. Your fuck-buddies have already told me about the last two years, and I’m sure you didn’t just happen to start cheating then.
“You can take a little while to pack a bag, but then you’re out of here. The car is mine, I’ve just been driving the black-and-white to work so you would have something to drive during the day. So call a cab or an Uber.”
“Wha…what are you saying? Where am I supposed to go?”
I looked over my shoulder at her as I walked toward the shower, unbuttoning my shirt.
“I guess you should have thought about that before now, huh, Jen? Say, two years ago?”
My wife has shown some interest in the past, privately talking with me, but I have always vetoed the idea cold. I even refused to let her get in the hot tub when we all rented a cabin together and the guys were in there naked. The thing is, my cock is a lot smaller than any of my four buds, and I didn't want my wife to get any ideas.
Anyway, we invited everybody over on a Friday to watch a soccer game on TV. None of the guys' wives were interested in coming. I was due home around 6, after my shift. But a little before 5 we got a call that there was a big smash-up where a small side road crosses what people treat as a freeway, driving much too fast.
So I called home and said to Jen, "It looks like I won't be home until at least 10, honey. Can you put up with the guys until then? At least I'll make some double-time."
"Sure, Baby," she said. "I love you."
So I drove my black-and-white out to the crash site, and quickly realized that the rookie who called it in had seriously exaggerated the size of the mess. It took a while for ambulances, etc., and for the accident re-creation team to get there, but by a quarter to 8 I was happily headed home.
When I got there everything looked fine and all my buds' cars were parked out front so I had to park a couple of doors down. I came up to the door and pushed it open at the same time I was calling into the room, "Hey, Jen? How’s it goin’?"
She was doing fine. She lay on the living room floor on the guest room mattress, naked and spread-eagled. One of the guys, Petar, who was a tall Croatian and had the biggest cock in the group, was pushing it into her hard while the other guys watched and egged them on. They were all naked, holding a drink in one hand and jacking themselves with the other, probably waiting their turns.
Jen heard me come in right in the middle of screaming, "Oh, God, fuck me!" When she saw me she changed that to, "No, Petar, you have to get off me!" Petar stopped and sat back with a WTF look on his face, then looked up at me, got embarrassed, and stood up.
Jen was starting to cry, yelling, "Donnie, I... I never wanted to hurt you...I'm so sorry!" At least she didn't give me that crap line about how it wasn't what it looked like- there was no question about that, she was pulling a train.
I didn't say anything to her, and stood frozen at the door while a couple of the guys started helping her find her clothes. I noticed her blouse and panties were badly ripped. Then Petar and Allie took my arms gently and ushered me into our bedroom, where they sat me on the bed.
"Why?" I asked.
Allie sighed and said, "We're all really sorry to do you this way, Donnie. But this wasn't a first-time thing for Jen. Over the last couple of years she's been fucking all of us. But she always told each of us that if you or any of the other guys found out she would cut us off completely and tell our wives. So we were each doing her without knowing the others were, too.
"Then on Wednesday the four of us were having a beer at the Old Elm and the subject of women came up. Petar, being a dumbshit, began bragging about the hot woman he was fucking. Then the rest of us did, too, and then we noticed our descriptions of the women were all very similar. We looked at each other with our mouths open and one of us said, 'Jesus, we're all fucking Donnie's wife, aren't we?' We talked about it a little more, getting mad at her for doing this behind all of our backs.
"So we decided to look for an opportunity to make her do all of us together, just to pay her back for jerking us around, and then dump her. It had to be sometime you weren't home, though, so with your fucked-up schedule we didn't know when it could be. It was just luck that you were late tonight. I sure wish you'd been an hour later."
I tried to absorb all this, then asked, "Why are her clothes ripped up?"
Petar said, "See the thing is, after we got her drunk I was supposed to talk her into fucking me in front of the others. At first she seemed willing, then when they started getting naked and she focused a little she said she wanted to back out. So we all sort of grabbed her and ripped her clothes off." He said that as if it were perfectly sensible behavior.
I was still trying to sort out who was at fault here. "How did she take being stripped?"
Petar smiled a little. "Oh, God, after that it took her all of 5 seconds to be totally into it. If she had not been, we would have stopped, honest. Once we got her naked, she looked at each of us and said, 'You two go get the mattress off the guest room bed. You know where it is, I've fucked you all on it enough times. But tonight is my night. I'm going to pull a train, starting with Petar.'"
I heard some sounds from the hall and realized the others were putting the mattress back in the guest bedroom. Then the two male voices, which I could barely hear, said something like, "We're really sorry, Jen, we fucked up."
Jen replied, saying, "We all fucked up, guys- and let's face it, I fucked up most of all."
One of them asked, "Are you going to tell our wives?"
She replied, "No, I wouldn't want to hurt them, they're my friends. But I have no idea what Donnie will do." They started to leave and she said, "Come here, you idiots, and give me a big kiss. I may not be seeing you again."
I looked at Petar and Allie and said, "Okay, you pricks, get out of here. You don't have to worry about any domestic v******e happening here tonight, at least of the physical kind."
Allie looked very worried, and he said, "Don, are you going to tell our wives?"
I tried to be as honest as I could. "If this were all happening right now, and your wives were in the other room watching TV or some shit- yeah, fucking right I'd tell them, partly to make sure you paid a price for fucking Jen, and partly to give your wives a shot of pain for not keeping their husbands on a shorter leash and letting them screw up my marriage. But I may feel different in a few days." Then another thought hit me. "Were you guys her first...uhm...adultery? Was she doing this with other guys before she started up with you?"
Petar held his hands out, palms toward me, and said, "Donnie, who knows what goes on in the head of a sexy married woman? She told each of us we were her first affair, so how would we know whether to believe her about her past? But one time she started to tell me a story about a big party she had with some other guys a long time ago, but she shut up in the middle of telling it. So I don't know."
That made sense to me, so I sort of waved them toward the door and they left, their cocks almost comically deflated. When they got out to the living room to get dressed, Jen came in wearing her bra, the blouse now useless and gone, and her pants, in which she must have been commando at this point. She very timidly crossed the room and sat about a foot and a half away from me on the bed. I didn't look at her, and she reached out to touch my arm and said, "Donnie- I would give anything if this hadn't happened to you, Donnie."
"Happened to me?” I said, pulling my arm away. “It didn't just happen, Jen, ‘happened’ is a car accident, like the one where I was trying to save lives while you were spread out in the living room fucking all my best friends. This didn't just happen, Jen, it's something you did, and you did it in a way that will probably cost me the only four friends I really care about in the world. I’ll never be able to get back to where I was with them until now. You're a real piece of work, Jen." Then the thought hit me that she didn't know what Petar and Allie had told me while they were calming me down. So I asked her, "When I came in, you sounded pretty happy to have Petar fucking you. But your blouse and panties were torn off. Are you going to tell me they ****d you, or did you consent to doing all of them?"
She looked tempted for a moment, but then she said, "I was willing, Donnie, but I only had time to do it with Petar before you got home."
Then I decided to drop the big fuck-you question.
“Jen, was tonight the first time you’ve ever cheated on me?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Oh, yes, Donnie! I mean, tonight was the only time I ever did anything more than flirt or dance closely with someone.”
I sat there looking her in the face, and realized I could never again trust a word she said.
“It’s too late for you, Jen. Your fuck-buddies have already told me about the last two years, and I’m sure you didn’t just happen to start cheating then.
“You can take a little while to pack a bag, but then you’re out of here. The car is mine, I’ve just been driving the black-and-white to work so you would have something to drive during the day. So call a cab or an Uber.”
“Wha…what are you saying? Where am I supposed to go?”
I looked over my shoulder at her as I walked toward the shower, unbuttoning my shirt.
“I guess you should have thought about that before now, huh, Jen? Say, two years ago?”
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