Getting Well F*cked By Her Husband’s Friends
By: K. Love
Tags: Short Story, Sex, Erotica, Fiction, Romance

The following weekend, they all made plans to hang out again. This time, Brianna took extra time to get ready and look perfect for the guys.

She showered, dried her hair, and sat down to do her hair and makeup. She kept her hair straight and slightly teased the ends so as to form subtle curls. She then sat down to do her makeup, applying her favorite pink lipstick, eyeliner, and eyeshadow.

Once she was satisfied with the result, she walked over to her closet to pick out an outfit. There was so much to choose from, but of course, nothing but the sluttiest outfits would do for these occasions.

Brianna picked out a lace white bralette as her top and a tightly-fitting royal blue mini skirt. The skirt had two slits on both sides, each about 3 inches high, and was super short and snug. She sat down after wearing the skirt to see if it rode up. It did. She wanted it to ride up when she sat.

Next, she picked a thong that could easily be seen when she bent or sat down. Then she paired the outfit with a pair of peach-colored heels and went downstairs to find her husband waiting for her.

“Babe you wearing that tonight? Don’t you think it shows a bit too much?” Dan asked.

“It’s fine babe. I think it’s cute. I like it.” she replied.

Oh, how the tables have turned. First, he wanted her to be half-naked in front of his friends and now he's asking her to cover-up. Little did he know that he had unleashed a hunger and thirst inside her that needed to be quenched and satisfied.

They arrived at his friend’s house where all the guys were seated in their regular spots. She confidently walked over to them, bent down, and gave each of them a tight squeeze. She was fully aware that her skirt rose up each time she bent down to give a hug. But she didn’t care.

Tony was last in line. She walked up to him, bent down to give him the longest and tightest hug of the bunch, gave him a friendly peck on the cheek, and sat in between him and one of the other guys. Her husband sat down at a nearby chair.

Her skirt rode up again as she sat down, giving a clear view of her white thong to the guys sitting across. She could feel their gazes piercing her pussy and she loved it. She didn’t care to adjust the skirt like last time or cross her legs.

She simply sat there, with her legs together, letting them enjoy the view. The two slits on the sides of her skirt became wider when she sat down and her creamy-white legs pushed against the fabric.

Tony handed her a drink as he placed his hand on her thigh, stroking his long thick fingers up and down her leg, getting dangerously close to the hem of her skirt.

Brianna instantly bit her bottom lip as she felt a tinge of pleasure. She saw her husband looking uneasy as he was watching this muscular man touch his “sweet, innocent” wife. She loved every second of it as she felt goosebumps growing on her skin.

They drank and talked as the night got going, while Tony kept on touching her creamy white legs. Suddenly she felt her phone vibrate. It was a text message from her husband saying,

“Babe, what the fuck is Tony doing touching your legs like that! Tell him to stop or I will!”

She texted back, “Babe why are you getting so worked up? It’s all right, Tony’s a friend. He’s my friend too. He’s just being nice. Don’t be a dick, remember how much he has helped you in your time of need?”

He messaged back, “Okay, you’re right. I’m overreacting. Ignore what I said.”

The night continued as usual as they all had a few more drinks. She felt her phone buzz again.

She opened her phone and to her surprise, it wasn’t her husband. It was a message from Tony saying only one word: “NOW.”

“Now?” She texted back. “But he’s right here. How do I sneak away?”

He texted, “I’m going to say I’m going for a smoke. Say you’re going to the bathroom or something and go out the back door. Meet me in my car.”

“K…” She texted.

Tony got up and went outside. A couple of minutes later, Brianna excused herself to the bathroom. She walked quickly towards the bathroom, past it, and out the back door. She went around the house and to the driveway to see Tony waiting in his car. She walked to his car and hopped into the passenger seat.

Tony started his engine and started driving; he parked a block away from the party. He looked at her trembling body, adjusted his seat back, and pulled her face close to his, kissing her deeply as she bit his lips.

Brianna moved her lips down his body, fiercely kissing and biting his neck like a tigress who hadn’t eaten anything for days, while blindly unzipping his pants and pulling his boxers down. She felt his monster cock in her hand as she was kissing him. She moved her face close to his cock; his veiny, pulsing brutal cock, glistening at the tip with precum.

Brianna desperately licked it up and down like an ice cream cone, trying to lather every inch of his devilish cock. She moved her mouth up to the tip, took a deep breath, and opened as wide as she could to take his cock in.

Brianna felt Tony’s cock tickle the back of her throat as her gag reflex kicked in. She stood her ground and kept sucking. The battle between her tiny mouth and his giant dick continued. He had his hands grasped firmly around her head as he penetrated her mouth, fucking her skull like an animal.

Finally, he pulled her face up, grabbing her by the chin as she looked into his eyes. He said only one word and she knew what to do: “NOW.”

Brianna swiftly pulled her soaking wet thong off, threw it in the backseat, and hopped on Tony’s beastly rod. She let out a quiet scream and her mouth shot open as his cock permeated her pussy lips.

She started bouncing on his cock, faster and faster, getting fucked by her husband’s friend. She wasn’t able to differentiate between the pain and pleasure as his dick was ripping through her tiny hole, going deeper and deeper each time. She moaned and moaned, gasping for air as she was getting smashed, sweating profusely all over, digging her nails into his back and shoulders.

Brianna saw her phone light up and vibrate from the corner of her eye. It was her husband texting her,

“Hey, you all right? You’ve been in there for an awful lot.”

She drifted into her thoughts and started to worry about what her husband would say. What if he caught them there? She thought. Then she brushed the thoughts aside. She was on a path now, a dark path that she couldn’t turn away from.

Tony started to fuck her faster, each thrust fiercer than the last. She could tell he was about to finish.

“Where do you want my cum?” he asked.

Her mind started to race again. She didn’t want to take another risk. The last time he came inside her and that was risky. But then she brushed the thought aside. She wanted every fucking drop of his cum squirted deep into her pussy.

“Inside me” she whispered softly.

And with that, Tony pulled her close towards his cock, their lips locked together as he unleashed a storm of cum that marinated every inch of her insides. Four shots of cum shot into her insides as she let out a moan, collapsing into his arms, her lips pressed against his broad shoulders.

They sat there for a few moments, her body and legs wrapped around him, his big hands supporting her butt. Brianna’s phone started vibrating again. It was her husband calling.

To avoid suspicion, she decided to walk back to the house. She texted her husband that she went for a walk to get some air. As she walked back, she could feel Tony’s hot cum slowly oozing out of her pussy and down her legs, as the hot cum met the cool fall breeze.

Brianna went back into the house through the back door and into the bathroom, spooling toilet paper to wipe away any obvious signs of her recent pounding. She looked at herself in the mirror.

She forgot her purse back on the couch and couldn’t fix her makeup. Her eyeliner and eyeshadow were smudged and her hair was a mess after the beating she took. She did the best she could, wiping the black eyeliner and eye shadow away with her fingers and running through her hair to make it presentable. It was no use. She looked like she just got fucked. Anyone could tell. There was nothing to do but go back.

Brianna walked back to the sitting area where all the boys were. Her husband turned to look at her.

“You okay babe?”

“Yeah, just wanted to get some fresh air.” She lied — more like fresh cock.

Brianna could feel a little bit of Tony’s cum oozing out as she sat down. There was so much of it that she couldn’t possibly clean it all. She tightly closed her legs and clenched her pussy, hoping to contain the leakage. She was exhausted, tired, and weak from Tony’s hammering her pussy.

It was the best sex she had ever had by a long shot. The boys were all looking at her, each of them with a grin on their face. They knew. They all knew. Everyone in the room knew what just happened, except her husband.

That was just the start. In the weeks that followed, every one of Dan’s friends took turns pounding his wife, Brianna. She truly turned into a whore.