I was at home bored out of my mind when my husband got a call from his friends and they asked if they could come over for some drinks and poker. Sure I said. What else was I gonna do? Watch paint dry?
An hour later the doorbell rang and they started pouring in. I put on my best smile and greeted them. “Hey guys, come on in!”
They all filed in, beers in hand, like a bunch of rowdy wolves. I offered them chips and dip and they made themselves at home on the couch and at the poker table we had set up.
After a few rounds, the conversation started to get a little more rowdy. Who was I to stop them? It was just innocent guy talk at first. But then it started to get more and more sexual. I started to feel a little embarrassed but tried to just ignore it.
One of them caught me eye and winked. Oh no, where was this going? He got up and came over to where I was sitting.
“You know, your husband is a real lucky guy,” he said, voice low and husky. “A sexy little thing like you at home…he’s a lucky bastard.”
I felt my face flush. He was standing right in front of me, a cocky grin on his face. I tried to protest but he just leaned down and started kissing my neck. I let out a little moan and he pushed me back on the chair.
Suddenly I heard a voice behind us. “What the fuck?” It was my husband. He saw his friend on top of me and he about exploded.
“What the fuck are you doing, man? Get off my wife!” He grabbed his friend and pulled him off of me. The two of them got into a huge fight, throwing punches at each other.
I was in shock. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I tried to pull them apart but it was no use. Soon punches were flying everywhere and the whole room was in chaos.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my husband’s friends all stormed out, cussing and yelling. The house was silent except for my husband’s angry breathing.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
He looked at me, eyes blazing. “You didn’t mean for it to happen? You were just sitting there moaning while my friend had his hands all over you. Some wife you are.”
I felt tears prick at my eyes. I knew he was right. I had let this happen. I should have stopped it from the start.
“I’m sorry,” I said again, voice shaking. “I’ll do anything. Please don’t leave me.”
He glared at me for a long moment. Then his face softened a little. “You want to make it up to me? Get on your fucking knees then.”
I didn’t hesitate. I sank to my knees in front of him, not meeting his eyes. “Yes sir,” I said quietly.
“Strip,” he ordered. I quickly peeled off my clothes, feeling his eyes on me.
When I was naked he grabbed my hair and pulled me forward. “Suck my cock,” he growled. “Put that dirty little mouth to use.”
I took him in my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat. He started fucking my face, not holding back at all. I gagged and choked but he just kept going.
“Fuck yeah, choke on my cock you little slut,” he said. “You love this, don’t you? Love having your mouth used like a whore?”
I couldn’t answer, I could barely breathe. But I did love it. When he talked to me like that, degraded me, I felt so hot.
After a few minutes he pulled out. “Bend over the couch,” he ordered. I did, bracing myself on the cushions.
I heard him fumble with a condom and then he was pushing into me. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he groaned, starting to fuck me hard.
The couch shook with the force of his thrusts. I was moaning, head down, just letting him use me. I knew I deserved this, deserved to be punished for what I had done.
He fucked me for a long time, like an animal. Finally, he pulled out and started rubbing my clit. “Come for me, you dirty little whore,” he said. “Come all over my fingers.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came with a scream, body shaking. He pushed back inside, fucking me through my orgasm until he came too, flooding the condom.
When we were both finished he pulled out and slapped my ass. “Get dressed,” he said. “And clean up this mess.”
I did as he said, still feeling the heat of his hands on my skin. Maybe I had fucked up, but at least he still wanted me. Even if it was just to use.