Date: Wed, 3 Oct 2018 21:41:56 -0400
From: Fit Executive <fitexecutive@gmail.com>
Subject: Giving away my wife, part 3 (bisexual/adult-friends)

So I'd earned a blowjob from my wife by telling my dad the truth. It was a
good one-a great blowjob, to tell you the truth-but I paid for it in spades
over the next few hours, wallowing in shame and guilt and fear. I'd been
riding a wave of lust and like an idiot I'd told Dad everything. It was out
now, and there was no taking it back.

I was an honest-to-god cuck and everyone was going to know it. I'd
practically handed my wife Sofi to our next-door neighbor for him to fuck
her brains out like I never could. I'd even let Frank cum in her repeatedly
and told him he could get her pregnant! Jesus Christ, what was I going to
do?

It went on like that for quite a while. Sofi was tolerant. She tried to
reason with me, tried to reassure me, gave me some time to process what I
was feeling. When none of that worked, she broke out the big guns... she
started crying. Yep. Her dark eyes were swimming with tears as she sobbed,
devastated at how ashamed I must be of her if I was acting this way.

Basically, she played me like a cheap fiddle.

In no time, I was frantically comforting her and reassuring her that I
could never be ashamed of her and I thought she was the sexiest woman in
the world (which is true, by the way). She eventually allowed herself to be
reassured and started embracing me, then kissing me, murmuring quietly and
shyly about how sexy I was to her.

You know all that shame and guilt I was talking about? Turns out those
things last exactly as long as it takes to get me horny again. Good god,
what a roller-coaster!

Sofi didn't let things go too far though. She squeezed my little dick
gently through my pants and got me stiff while she was talking, but she
didn't go further. Once she had me smiling again, she pulled away and
casually let things slip back into our normal routine for the day.

Nothing else was said about it until after dinner, when we were sitting on
the couch with a glass of wine.  She was leaning against me, gently
stroking the inside of my thigh. Then she stretched up to give me a soft
kiss and murmur tenderly in my ear. "I think I'd like to see Frank now."

She didn't say another word. Just looked at me with an expectant smile. Her
hand moved up from stroking my thigh to stroking my crotch. My dick
jumped. Finally, it clicked. "You want me to call him and see if we can
come over?"

"I was thinking maybe we should have him come over here this time. Just so
he knows he's welcome."

"Uh..." (I can be so articulate) "... ok. I'll give him a call." My heart
was already starting to thump.

She put her hand on mine to stop me reaching for the phone. "I need to get
ready for him. Why don't you just walk over to his place and invite him
back here? Take a few minutes to talk so I have the time."

Yeah... that's how I ended up crossing our front yard in the twilight,
wondering what the right way was to ring a man's doorbell and ask him if
he'd like to come to my house and fuck my wife. You can imagine that
occupied my mind pretty thoroughly. If I hadn't been walking slow, I
probably wouldn't have noticed the dirty pickup truck parked in his
driveway.

Shit! I froze. One of Frank's employees from his home-construction business
would be in the house. I couldn't talk to him about this in front of
someone else! I started to turn around and head home and then I froze
again. Sofi was already getting ready for him. She wouldn't take it well if
I just came back. I stood there like an idiot. I'm lucky some other
neighbor didn't see me and call the cops.

My brain finally started moving. There was nothing wrong with me showing up
at my neighbor's. I'd just shoot the shit and stay on safe topics. Maybe
the employee would be taking off soon anyway. If not, at least I could tell
Sofi I tried.

So I rang the damn bell and an hour later (or ten seconds, it was hard to
tell which) Frank opened.  "Matt! Hey, come on in." His smile was
completely casual. He didn't look over my shoulder for Sofi or anything.

In the living room, there was a man on the couch just like I expected. I
vaguely recognized him as somebody I'd seen coming and going from Frank's
place. He was around my age and height, but broad- shouldered with solid
muscles that came from working construction instead of living in the
gym. His hair and beard were both dark and trimmed close. He didn't look
like he'd just left the work-site though. He was kicked back on the couch
with a beer in his hand and one leg propped up on the coffee table.

The wife-beater he was wearing hugged the shape of his pecs and let some of
his thick chest hair show around the top. The gym-shorts he was wearing
rode up to expose thick thighs also covered in black hair. They didn't do
much to hide a pretty obvious package either.

Huh. The guy kind of reminded me of...

"Matt, this is my son Jason," Frank said. "Jason, this is the Matt I told
you about. He's my new lady's husband."

I'm proud of the fact that I only freaked out a little inside. "Uh, hi." I
think I threw in a feeble hand-wave.

He lifted his beer at me and looked me up and down with a grin. "Hey
man. How's it going? I hear I'm gonna have another half-brother soon."

That rocked me again. "Yeah, I... I guess so." Then I marshalled a
little. "Nothing's happened yet, though.  And it could turn out to be a
half-sister." Yeah, that's all I had. Weak.

"Heh, that'd be a first! Dad's got a track record for sons. I think you can
go ahead and start painting the nursery blue."

"Boys are a pain in the ass--a daughter would be great for once." Frank
fake-glared at Jason, then winked at me. "Speaking of... What brings you
over? Where's Sofi?"

I only blushed a little. That's progress, right? "She's at
home... uh... getting ready... for you." Ok, I blushed harder. "She-well,
we-we were wondering if you'd like to come over."

"Well, sure! Let's not keep her waiting." I could see the thick shape of
his cock in his shorts and he gave it a quick squeeze without even seeming
to realize he was doing it. "Jason, walk over with us. I want you to meet
Sofi too."

I led them back across the front yard to my house, trying to look casual in
case any other neighbors were watching. Once we got inside, I gestured to
the couch and said "You guys can have a seat if you want. I'll go let Sofi
know you're here."

"Hold up, Matt," Frank said. He put his heavy hand on my shoulder. "I'd
like to go surprise her. Just point me the right way. You can get to know
Jason for a minute."

"Uh, sure. Ok. She's up there." I pointed up the stairs. "Our bedroom is at
the end of the hall."

"Thanks. Do me a favor? I want to make a good impression on her. Help me
get a good one going before I head up there?" He took my hand and guided it
to his fat package with a wink.

He was wearing jeans but I could see and feel the big meat he had in
there. I shot a nervous glance at his son but put my head down and started
hesitantly rubbing and squeezing his crotch.

"Mmm," he rumbled. But then he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed
down lightly, "That feels good, but it's gonna take too long. I think
you're gonna need to get down there and use your mouth."

I think my eyes bugged out. I know my heart was pounding and I was
breathing hard. I forced myself not to look toward Jason as my legs seemed
to fold on their own and leave me on my knees with my face at Frank's
crotch.

He just left his hands on my shoulders. "Go ahead, we don't want to keep
Sofi waiting," he said.

Ah. Looking up at him, I could see his hairy belly because the bottom of
his t-shirt hung away. I fumbled with the buttons on his jeans and finally
popped them open and worked them down. The hairy top of his massive shaft
came into view and I felt a wave of heat rush through me. Then his pants
dropped and the whole meat was right there, resting on the huge cushion of
his balls.

I was on auto-pilot from that moment on; I forgot Jason was even in the
room. My face was buried in his nut-sack before I knew I was moving, and I
took a long, deep inhale. It was the heavy smell of a real man.  God, I
wished I smelled like that!

I didn't need any more encouragement. I started working his balls with my
mouth, trying to suck all of that scent off and plunging my tongue as deep
as I could get. His monster cock was resting on the side of my face while I
worked his balls. I could feel its heat and it seemed to get heavier. A
constant, uncontrolled moan was coming from my throat while my mouth worked
him over.

His hot meat shaft seemed to weight more and more on my face, demanding
attention until I finally had to tear myself away from his huge nuts. I
could never get Frank's cockhead in my mouth if it was hard-I don't think
anyone could. But I could manage it when he was soft. I lifted his meat (so
god-damn heavy!), stretched my jaw wide, and gently sucked that giant head.

Just as I was thinking how bad I needed this kind of manliness in my life,
a fat drop of saltiness oozed out across my tongue. I just about went wild,
groaning and nursing and slobbering on his cock for more. His dick didn't
snap to attention the way my little one does. Instead, it smoothly lifted
and thickened in my mouth, forcing me to follow it upward and reluctantly
back my mouth off of it.

Another big dollop of his precum rolled out just as his cockhead got too
big for my mouth, and I was left frantically licking it up with a long
thick strand of it connecting my bottom lip to his dick-slit.

His deep chuckle filled the room. "Damn, you're good at that Matt! That
should do it for now-time for me to go up and see my lady." His cock wasn't
fully hard yet, so somehow he managed to force his jeans closed. It looked
like he had a grapefruit shoved in there.

He patted my shoulder where I was still kneeling on the floor. "If we don't
come down in a few minutes, you can come on up if you want. If you're not
too busy." He grinned and tilted my chin to face Jason.

Holy Jesus. Jason had stripped off his wife-beater and shorts while my face
was buried in Frank's package. He stood there in nothing but a jock-strap,
with his hands on his hips and a cocky grin on his face. He had the same
broad, muscled chest as Frank, but without the heavy belly. He had the same
thick hair, but it was all black instead of going grey. I couldn't see what
his jock was hiding, but judging by the way the cloth was struggling to
contain it, there was something else about Jason that was the same as
Frank.

He just stood there with that shit-eating grin, watching me gawk, until my
eyes finally crawled up to his face and met his. He raised his arms
out. "Well? What'd you think? Dad seemed to think you'd be interested."

I swallowed and nodded, but my heart was sinking. Frank had been a
one-off. I sucked his dick because he had the manliness I wished I had, not
because I wanted to suck dick in general. I wasn't gay. Now here was
another man who had the same quality that I wanted. And this guy was in his
prime, like me.  He was exactly what I'd always wanted to be.

With Frank around, I'd felt like there was one man who was a better man
than I'd ever be. Now there was another, and suddenly I felt like I was the
only one around who *wasn't* a real man.

Jason must have read my shame in my face. He came to me and got down on one
knee to be closer to my level and put his hand on my shoulder. He still had
a little smirk, but it wasn't cruel. "Hey bud-no worries. I know it takes
some getting used to. Just give it time. You like seeing your wife be
happy, right?"

From upstairs, I heard Sofi's startled yelp and then her and Frank
laughing... hers sweet and his hearty. It cut off abruptly and I pictured
her jumping into his arms and smothering his mouth with her passionate
kisses. She'd never been so wild about me. It hurt, but at the same time it
felt so good to know she had that in her.

I slumped a little and nodded at Jason.

His big, calloused hands slid down to my biceps and gave them a firm
squeeze. "Yeah, that's why I know you'll be ok. Better than ok! 'Cause it
makes you happy to make other people happy. I bet you're really good at it
too, cause anybody who'd do what you're doing for them would do damn near
anything."

Sofi's whooping laugh floated down. It sounded like Frank had just thrown
her on our bed. Jason squeezed my biceps again and then slowly pushed
himself to his feet in front of me. His massively full jock ended up right
in front of my nose. He put his hands on the sides of my head and tilted my
face up to look him in the eyes. "Will you make me happy too, babe?"

He asked it as a question, but he gently pulled my face into his crotch as
he spoke. My nose and mouth sank into the big soft (but firming up!) pillow
that his enormous package made. The smell of him rolled through me like a
wave and my head swam. It was like his dad's, but different somehow. Maybe
it was all in my head, but Jason smelt like a man still conquering life and
loving the fight, where Frank smelt like a man who'd already won his
battles and was enjoying his well-earned rewards.

I can hear your eyes rolling. I did say it might be all in my head.

He held my face there, grinding it into his crotch while I breathed it
in. I didn't resist, but at first I didn't really participate either.

Sofi's breathy cry of pleasure floated downstairs. "Come on, babe," Jason
said. "Give me some of what your wife's givin' Dad. You know you want to."

Hesitantly at first, I started probing his overstuffed jock with my
tongue. At first lick the cotton just tasted like cotton, but as I mouthed
and sucked it got wet and then his flavor came through. My mouth was full
of it. I groaned-it just came out on its own-and suddenly I was slurping
and sucking like I was desperate for it.

"Oh yeah," he laughed. "Go for it, babe. I like it when you really go for
it. Whatever you do, really show me how much you like it. That's the way to
make me happy."

I went for it. Later I rationalized it by telling myself "What's the
difference? If I'm going to do it anyway, what good does it do to be coy
about it? May as well do it the way he likes it." But at the time I didn't
really think anything. I just wanted as much of what he had as I could get.

His jock was suddenly in my way and I grabbed the waistband and yanked it
down. His cock was nowhere near fully hard, but it sprang up enough to give
me a meaty slap on the cheek. I couldn't help myself-I had to pause then,
long enough to really look and compare it to Frank's monster.

They weren't identical, but they were pretty damn close. There was
definitely something running in that family. Jason's balls were huge, like
Frank's, but they didn't hang as low and his pubes were trimmed enough to
neaten them up. His cock was just as long and thick, but the head looked
like all those textbook artists used it as a model, where Frank's was blunt
like a club.

Also, Jason's was coming up fast. The weight of his cock in my hand was
amazing, and I could actually feel the heat flooding into it as it got
harder. Frank's had some 'give' to it even when he was hard, but Jason's
was getting rock-hard as it raised higher.

Jason laughed at the wonder in my expression; clearly I should never play
poker. That shook me out of my stupor and I sank my mouth into his giant
balls. God I wanted balls like that! I dug my tongue under them and around
them, trying to lick up whatever it was that made him smell like a real
man. Then I worked my way up his shaft, dragging my lips and tongue over
every part before making it to his perfect cock-head.

My thorough treatment of his cock was rewarded: When I finally made it to
the end, a heavy dollop of clear precum poured out of his slit. Just in
time for me to swipe my tongue across it. A salty-slick flavor coated my
mouth and I stretched my mouth as wide as I could to fit that cock-head in
and get more of that ooze.

"Fuck yeah, you want it don't you?" He gave a deep chuckle and gently
pushed me off his cock. "No more for you until you say it. Tell me you want
my cock."

Sofi's cries were turning into a constant gasping wail-I recognized the
sound she made when Frank was really fucking her. My little dick was rigid
and dripping. God, I wished I could do that for her! It was a cock like the
one standing hugely erect right in front of my face that made her respond
that way. I hung my head a little and mumbled, "I do... I want your cock."

He smirked and slapped my cheek lightly with his heavy meat. "You want my
wad in you? My whole load, not just what you can lick up off your pretty
wife's pussy?"

I'd seen Frank's loads. If Jason's were the same, he was talking about a
massive amount of cum. My heart leapt a little bit at the idea of getting
so much real man-jizz, and then I cringed a little at my own reaction. I
took a deep breath and nodded. "I want your load more than anything."

He gripped my chin firmly and looked me right in the eyes. "There's one
more thing if you want my cum.  From now on, I'm in charge whenever we're
naked. Got that? I know what I like and if you want my dick, you're gonna
have to do things my way. If I ask you to do something and you don't do it,
that's up to you, but I'll take off and you'll never get another shot at
this."

He slapped my face again with his dick, this time hard enough that it
stung. "Now say you'll do whatever I tell you because I'm a man and you're
nothing but a little cocksucker."

Being called a cocksucker was like a splash of cold water. I think I must
have gone a little pale. But... I'd *just* said I wanted his cock and his
big wad. Something in me broke. He was right; what else did that make me,
if not a cocksucker? Trembling, I made myself look up, my eyes traveling up
across his thick chest. I took a deep breath and tried to steady my
voice. "I'll do anything you say Jason. You're a man and I'll do anything
to be your... your cocksucker."

He hooked his hands under my armpits to pull me to my feet and grinned into
my face. "Let's go upstairs so your wife can watch me make you my bitch."