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Lyle sat on the wooden chair outside the bedroom door, only a simple white shirt allowed him for comfort in the cool of the evening, his toes furrowing restlessly in the carpet of the hallway. But he did not notice a chill to the air, for his brow glistened with the sweat of passion and tension seethed inside him. His toes flexed and churned, torn between flight and fight.
He listened to the muffled sounds just beyond the thin hollow paneled door of their modest home, his mind racing as it attempted to interpret every nuance into a detail for the running image his imagination created. His wife and her lover making the music of love with heavy rhythms and soft shuffling bass lines. He always knew when Roger was inside Renee. His own beautiful 'Belladona' would sound her aria and if there was a name that came from her lips during that song, the name was never his.
A shudder nearing a sob and tears coursed through his body. His arms were rigid stiff at his side, his fists clenched and rock hard. He was strong and capable but here, now - he had no power. His cock was erect and oozing steadily, and had been for the last 90 minutes since they'd shut the door and sealed him on the outside. He dared not masturbate... it was too soon and there was too much terror yet to be experienced.
He imagined the mind of an addict as they ruin their life one injection at a time, unable to pull away from the demon. He was that addict, his twisted soul turning profound outrage and steaming jealousy to sexual humiliation and a passion that he was enslaved to.
Suddenly the door opened and Roger was there, inviting him in. A friend of an off hand friend, Roger had slid slyly into their lives and now was the Cock that ruled over everything inside that room.
His hand was gentle at the back of Lyle's neck but with the touch of his fingertips the threat was implicit and Roger's dominance was established. The wide shouldered man with the nearly smooth but well muscled chest leaned his mouth close to Lyle's ear, "Renee wants to see you having some fun. She doesn't want to spend all your time outside there jacking off."
The insult in Roger's invitation caused Lyle to feel another heavy shudder course through him. If they had him kneel and suck Roger right now, he'd probably cry out loud and cum like a fountain. He may shed tears but some would be tears of joy.
Roger had been away for a week and while Renee and her stud had spent the last hour blowing off a lot of built up desire, Lyle's build up was still boiling and demanding release. They never denied him on the nights they were together... all of his orgasms were acknowledged with some form of derision, and occasionally that dose of humiliation would trigger a followup orgasm. Of course that would prompt a round of roaring laughter, and Lyle then be reduced to a spent and whimpering mass.
In the room's soft light, Lyle saw his beautiful wife, her styled hair arranged wonderfully across the pillow in a dramatic sweep, her lush curves presented like a pale beauty in an old master's painting. As they approached, she uncrossed her ankles and spread her thick thighs open, pulling them back so her ankles nearly rested on her hips and the soft nest of her pubic hair was a glistening radiance around the soft and layered petals of her blossom.
Renee's eye's went to Kyle's and she drew him to her with her gaze. Her beauty and sexual radiance made her like a goddess to him at these times and it was part of his need to answer her every call. He nearly hurried the short steps to her but Roger's strong right arm was now around Kyle's waist, holding him fast.
Roger's lips were against Kyle's ear, his breath hot on Kyle's skin, "you're gonna help me, Kyle." His voice was soft, conspiratorial, "We're gonna fuck this bitch together."
There was a pause of a heartbeat, and Roger added in a suddenly fraternal tone, "your little dick's gonna get some action tonight, buddy."
His arm still around Kyle's waist, Roger led the two of them onto the bed, readying to fill Renee's wide open cunt. Her thigh's were spread wider than Kyle had ever seen; he could see into the dark opening of her cunt. The fact that it was gaped showed him it had been well pounded during that time of privacy while he had waited on the chair in the hall.
Renee saw him staring, and spoke as if correcting a c***d, "Honey, there is no cum in there for you yet. I missed Roger so much that I had to swallow it all myself." Her face broke into a radiant smile and with an encouraging nod his wife spoke again, "He says you two are going to fill me up and you'll have lots to clean up."
She pulled her shoulders together and hugged herself, "I can't wait for both of you to go off together. That's going to be so hot." The sparkle and excitement in her expression was genuine and Kyle smiled back with a c***dlike response, eager and accepting.
Still in Roger's hip to hip embrace Kyle felt himself led to the sacred space between his wife's thighs but was dismayed to see Roger grasp his heavy meat and lance it directly into Renee's vagina. Roger turned to Kyle's ear again, "Rock with me, buddy, Help drive this into her. We'll get her good and loose."
Kyle went with Roger's lead, quietly thinking he'd somehow be sliding into Renee's soft cunt along side Roger's hammering erection. The stud's arm kept it's grip around Kyle's waist and the driving motion of his hips was picked up by Kyle, who began driving his hip with Roger's lead. He could feel it it; he was helping drive Roger's cock into his wife's cunt. He felt when their effort began hammering the bottom of her womb as Roger's long organ exceeded her capacity.
Renee's body responded to the pummeling and she began writhing, helpless on his spear as her body was torn by waves of orgasm, "oh oh oh oh my my my g g g god!, " Renee gasped, "Yes, ROGER!!" She threw her head back and screamed his name.
Roger grunted and began pistoning rapidly, his moving from Kyle's hip back his naked ass cheek. Kyle felt Roger's hand squeeze his flesh, pushing him straightforward. Kyle thought for an instant this was when he was going to share his wife's precious pussy but as quickly he realized Roger was not making way but causing Kyle's rigid and drooling prick to slide crossways across Roger's own penis as it rocked in and out of Renee's cunt.
Dismayed and flooding with a fresh dose of humiliation, Kyle saw his own slender rod superimposed over the much thicker veiny monster that had replaced him in his wife's bed. He felt Roger's hand on his ass, palming the globe of flesh and pushing him to and fro. Without any direction of his own, his cock was riding across his' wife's lover's cock and the swollen berry of her clit. He was smoothing the hair of her pussy and stimulating the both of them as they copulated. He was getting all a cuckold gets.
Kyle felt Roger's forefinger slide from his ass cheek and to then curl up into his rectum. At that Kyle was wracked by his release, his cock jerking and spewing his built up seed all over Renee's soft torso, some tangling in the hair of her womanhood, some being smeared onto Roger's still rampant piston.
Roger's finger dug vigorously into Kyle's anus and his tongue swirled in Kyle's ear. Kyle felt Roger's hot breath on his ear again, "Good boy!" Kyle felt an unexpected rush of red blush flood his face, stimulated by Roger's praise and intimacy.
At that Kyle felt Roger's body stiffen and his hips twitched in spasms, his finger flexing and pulling inside Kyle's asshole. Since the first push by Roger into Renee, Kyle had continued driving his hips with Roger's and with their torsos pressed together, the other man's passion was telegraphed to Kyle's body. It felt good to share that, to feel Roger's sexual pleasure and satisfaction.
Kyle was still shuddering with emotion. His own release had been mighty, blessed relief. The late bold dose of humiliation; having been led to his wife's vagina and then mockingly turned aside just as he'd reached his peak- was now a lingering poison that still coursed through him and promised that he would be spewing more semen before the night was done.
Roger's finger slipped free from Kyle's ass and at that Kyle collapsed to his knees. His tender fingers welcomed Roger's organ as it pulled free of Renee's clinging lips. He felt two hands on his head and back, her's and her stud's as he bent his mouth to his work.
He listened to the muffled sounds just beyond the thin hollow paneled door of their modest home, his mind racing as it attempted to interpret every nuance into a detail for the running image his imagination created. His wife and her lover making the music of love with heavy rhythms and soft shuffling bass lines. He always knew when Roger was inside Renee. His own beautiful 'Belladona' would sound her aria and if there was a name that came from her lips during that song, the name was never his.
A shudder nearing a sob and tears coursed through his body. His arms were rigid stiff at his side, his fists clenched and rock hard. He was strong and capable but here, now - he had no power. His cock was erect and oozing steadily, and had been for the last 90 minutes since they'd shut the door and sealed him on the outside. He dared not masturbate... it was too soon and there was too much terror yet to be experienced.
He imagined the mind of an addict as they ruin their life one injection at a time, unable to pull away from the demon. He was that addict, his twisted soul turning profound outrage and steaming jealousy to sexual humiliation and a passion that he was enslaved to.
Suddenly the door opened and Roger was there, inviting him in. A friend of an off hand friend, Roger had slid slyly into their lives and now was the Cock that ruled over everything inside that room.
His hand was gentle at the back of Lyle's neck but with the touch of his fingertips the threat was implicit and Roger's dominance was established. The wide shouldered man with the nearly smooth but well muscled chest leaned his mouth close to Lyle's ear, "Renee wants to see you having some fun. She doesn't want to spend all your time outside there jacking off."
The insult in Roger's invitation caused Lyle to feel another heavy shudder course through him. If they had him kneel and suck Roger right now, he'd probably cry out loud and cum like a fountain. He may shed tears but some would be tears of joy.
Roger had been away for a week and while Renee and her stud had spent the last hour blowing off a lot of built up desire, Lyle's build up was still boiling and demanding release. They never denied him on the nights they were together... all of his orgasms were acknowledged with some form of derision, and occasionally that dose of humiliation would trigger a followup orgasm. Of course that would prompt a round of roaring laughter, and Lyle then be reduced to a spent and whimpering mass.
In the room's soft light, Lyle saw his beautiful wife, her styled hair arranged wonderfully across the pillow in a dramatic sweep, her lush curves presented like a pale beauty in an old master's painting. As they approached, she uncrossed her ankles and spread her thick thighs open, pulling them back so her ankles nearly rested on her hips and the soft nest of her pubic hair was a glistening radiance around the soft and layered petals of her blossom.
Renee's eye's went to Kyle's and she drew him to her with her gaze. Her beauty and sexual radiance made her like a goddess to him at these times and it was part of his need to answer her every call. He nearly hurried the short steps to her but Roger's strong right arm was now around Kyle's waist, holding him fast.
Roger's lips were against Kyle's ear, his breath hot on Kyle's skin, "you're gonna help me, Kyle." His voice was soft, conspiratorial, "We're gonna fuck this bitch together."
There was a pause of a heartbeat, and Roger added in a suddenly fraternal tone, "your little dick's gonna get some action tonight, buddy."
His arm still around Kyle's waist, Roger led the two of them onto the bed, readying to fill Renee's wide open cunt. Her thigh's were spread wider than Kyle had ever seen; he could see into the dark opening of her cunt. The fact that it was gaped showed him it had been well pounded during that time of privacy while he had waited on the chair in the hall.
Renee saw him staring, and spoke as if correcting a c***d, "Honey, there is no cum in there for you yet. I missed Roger so much that I had to swallow it all myself." Her face broke into a radiant smile and with an encouraging nod his wife spoke again, "He says you two are going to fill me up and you'll have lots to clean up."
She pulled her shoulders together and hugged herself, "I can't wait for both of you to go off together. That's going to be so hot." The sparkle and excitement in her expression was genuine and Kyle smiled back with a c***dlike response, eager and accepting.
Still in Roger's hip to hip embrace Kyle felt himself led to the sacred space between his wife's thighs but was dismayed to see Roger grasp his heavy meat and lance it directly into Renee's vagina. Roger turned to Kyle's ear again, "Rock with me, buddy, Help drive this into her. We'll get her good and loose."
Kyle went with Roger's lead, quietly thinking he'd somehow be sliding into Renee's soft cunt along side Roger's hammering erection. The stud's arm kept it's grip around Kyle's waist and the driving motion of his hips was picked up by Kyle, who began driving his hip with Roger's lead. He could feel it it; he was helping drive Roger's cock into his wife's cunt. He felt when their effort began hammering the bottom of her womb as Roger's long organ exceeded her capacity.
Renee's body responded to the pummeling and she began writhing, helpless on his spear as her body was torn by waves of orgasm, "oh oh oh oh my my my g g g god!, " Renee gasped, "Yes, ROGER!!" She threw her head back and screamed his name.
Roger grunted and began pistoning rapidly, his moving from Kyle's hip back his naked ass cheek. Kyle felt Roger's hand squeeze his flesh, pushing him straightforward. Kyle thought for an instant this was when he was going to share his wife's precious pussy but as quickly he realized Roger was not making way but causing Kyle's rigid and drooling prick to slide crossways across Roger's own penis as it rocked in and out of Renee's cunt.
Dismayed and flooding with a fresh dose of humiliation, Kyle saw his own slender rod superimposed over the much thicker veiny monster that had replaced him in his wife's bed. He felt Roger's hand on his ass, palming the globe of flesh and pushing him to and fro. Without any direction of his own, his cock was riding across his' wife's lover's cock and the swollen berry of her clit. He was smoothing the hair of her pussy and stimulating the both of them as they copulated. He was getting all a cuckold gets.
Kyle felt Roger's forefinger slide from his ass cheek and to then curl up into his rectum. At that Kyle was wracked by his release, his cock jerking and spewing his built up seed all over Renee's soft torso, some tangling in the hair of her womanhood, some being smeared onto Roger's still rampant piston.
Roger's finger dug vigorously into Kyle's anus and his tongue swirled in Kyle's ear. Kyle felt Roger's hot breath on his ear again, "Good boy!" Kyle felt an unexpected rush of red blush flood his face, stimulated by Roger's praise and intimacy.
At that Kyle felt Roger's body stiffen and his hips twitched in spasms, his finger flexing and pulling inside Kyle's asshole. Since the first push by Roger into Renee, Kyle had continued driving his hips with Roger's and with their torsos pressed together, the other man's passion was telegraphed to Kyle's body. It felt good to share that, to feel Roger's sexual pleasure and satisfaction.
Kyle was still shuddering with emotion. His own release had been mighty, blessed relief. The late bold dose of humiliation; having been led to his wife's vagina and then mockingly turned aside just as he'd reached his peak- was now a lingering poison that still coursed through him and promised that he would be spewing more semen before the night was done.
Roger's finger slipped free from Kyle's ass and at that Kyle collapsed to his knees. His tender fingers welcomed Roger's organ as it pulled free of Renee's clinging lips. He felt two hands on his head and back, her's and her stud's as he bent his mouth to his work.
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