A husband’s sexuality is challenged in front of his wife

Lindsey groaned in frustration. It had been so long
since she had felt a real hard cock inside her pussy.
Damn! What was the matter with him, she thought as
she looked at his shamed face. He hadn’t even been
able to cum himself. For years, she had overlooked
his reluctance to initiate sex and invariably when
she did start it, it was unfulfilling and strained.

Her husband, Steve, refused to go to the doctor. No
doctor- no prescription. No prescription- no viagara,
or anything else. Well, she was fed up with his limp
dick! His trying to please her with his tongue was no
longer good enough. She even hated his moustache
sweeping her pussy. She wanted a real man to fuck!

The doorbell rang. Steve looked across at the bedside
alarm clock. What time was it? Hhhmm 8:30. Who would
be coming around at this time of the evening? Still
it was a good excuse to leave Lindsey before they got
into the same old pained argument about his
performance – or rather the lack of it in bed.
Grabbing his housecoat, he hurried out of the
bedroom, closing the door.

Lindsey watched him go. She was angry, but that
didn’t stop her hand from finding her slippery cunt
with her fingers. Slippery not from excitement but
from the KY jelly they had used on his penis, trying
to make it hard and his tongue. Well, they could make
it hard enough to insert, but within seconds it would
soften, no matter how desperately he thrust. It
wasn’t as if she had a loose cunt, for Christ sake!
What was the matter with him?

She thought about reaching into the bedside drawer
for her six inch black dildo. At least it never
failed her even when it was running low on batteries!
But then she heard voices in the living room. Coward,
she thought. Invite someone in so they couldn’t
finish this argument. With a scowl, she put on her
panties and housecoat before going out to see who it
was. She was in no mood to be pleasant.

She forced a smile onto her face when she saw the two
men with her husband sitting in the living room. It
was Steven O’Donnell from her workplace. He was a
tall, muscular man, who carried his 220 lbs well. He
was easily four inches taller than her husband.

Across from him sat a younger black man who was about
5’8 and 160lbs; same height and weight as her
husband.

Steven O’Donnell greeted Lindsey warmly. They were
good friends at work and often met socially alone or
sometimes with Steve too. The anger she felt subsided
slightly. You’re lucky she thought as she glanced at
her husband. If it had been anyone else for company,
she would have rousted them quickly. “Steve, have you
asked our guests what they would like to drink? …
I’ll have a rum and coke.”

Steven O’Donnell introduced his new boyfriend, AJ,
who smiled at Lindsey. “I’ve heard so much about you
and your husband. Steven has told me how lucky he is
to have you as a very good friend.”

Lindsey smiled her pleasure. She had always gotten
along well with gay men as long as they weren’t too
effeminate or pushy with their Pride stance. Steven
O’Donnell had a wicked sense of humour and invariably
came to her for affairs of the heart. Lindsey had
known about AJ for some time.

She had never been too fussy with O’Donnell’s
previous boyfriend, Petey. Too much of a drama queen
and blatantly faggish in his dress, speech and
manner. Looking at AJ in his crisp white shirt and
blue jeans, he was very attractive without any swish.
In her frustrated state, she found her mind drifting
to wondering what his black cock was like. Not that
it mattered. It was all academic since he was clearly
the bottom in any relationship with Steven O’Donnell.
Still…

Her mind cut back into the conversation. They had
been out bar hopping in the neighbourhood and dropped
in to see if she and her husband would like to join
them.

“Sorry we butted in. Looks like you two were pre-
occupied,” Steven apologized. as he gave her a saucy
wink that made AJ giggle.

“In my dreams…” Lindsey scoffed as her husband
reappeared with the drinks. “Steve couldn’t get it up
if Taylor Swift was offering a freebie! Lord knows I
don’t turn him on these days.”

She saw the distressed look on Steve’s face as he
slumped beside her. He couldn’t believe she was being
so open about their problem. But she couldn’t help
herself, “…Maybe he should prefer men.”

Lindsey had talked privately to Steven O’Donnell
about her problems at home in the marital bed, She
loved her husband. He was kind; normally considerate
and had a good job. But then he did play too many
video games; always had the last say in the car they
bought and the restaurant they went to and many other
things that annoyed her. But worst of all he was just
a complete and utter dud in bed – and it hurt!

“Well,” O’Donnell said thoughtfully, “Maybe he does
like men. There is only one way to find out.”

“Hey. Whoa!” said Steve. “Wait a second. I’m sitting
right here people! Now I know I’m not Daniel Craig,
but I …but I…” There was nothing to say. Instead
he downed his drink.

Steven O’Donnell turned to Lindsey and said, “Do you
want to find out?”

Staring him right in the eye, she didn’t hesitate.
“Yes!”

Steven O’Donnell gave AJ at tight smile and nodded.
“Why don’t you take a pressure check on his cock to
see if he is a real man or not.”

AJ scanned Lindsey’s face for assurance and then
looked at Steve to assess his reaction. Dropping from
the easy chair, he scooted across the rug on his
knees to where the husband was sitting. Wary that he
might lash out, AJ put his hands on the house-coated
knees and looked him in the eyes.

Steve flinched as he looked down at the black man.
His stomach was tied in knots. He heard Lindsey
snarl, “Let him… Is this why you won’t go to the
doctors? Because you know..?”

He shook his head in shocked denial and gasped as the
black hands opened his housecoat up. The warm hands
found his penis. It was still slippery from the KY
jelly. He shut his eyes and tensed as AJ began to
stroke it. He didn’t want to see the look on his
wife’s face. This was the first time a man had
touched him intimately and he was afraid… afraid
that he was going to look like a homosexual if he
responded.

It fit easily in his hand. AJ used his hot breath
over the head of Steve’s small engorging cock as he
gently jerked it up and down. He smiled as he felt it
twitch. Sure that Steve wasn’t going to strike out at
him, his tongue dipped and licked into the piss slit
causing Steve to moan from the erotic sensation. No
one had ever done that to him before. His cock was
hardening in AJ’s hand. Harder than it had been
earlier in the evening. AJ’s smooth voice told Steve
to continue to stroke himself while he quickly
undressed.

Kicking off his shoes, he stripped off his jeans and
shirt and bent over to take off his socks, He stood
there in white silk underwear that clearly showed his
bulge. Finished, AJ moved back between the white legs
and brushed the housecoat back further for better
access. Steve, despite his red face, was past any
point of complaining as AJ resumed.

Replacing Steve’s hand, AJ pumped the stiffening
white cock as his audience watched quietly. And then
slowly, he took it between his lips, sucking it in
deep. His head sank on the short shaft until his nose
was burrowed into the white stomach. Pulling back
with his lips dragging, he began to bob his mouth up
and down making Steve groan with excitement. Popping
it out of his mouth, he ran his tongue along its’
length before sucking it back in and paying
particular attention to the bulbous head.

Lindsey got up and got two more drinks for herself
and her friend as they watched the action. Then she
went into the bedroom and came back with a tube of KY
which she put on the coffee table. “Just in case,”
she shrugged nonchalantly to Steven O’Donnell. He
smiled at her and patted the sofa beside himself. She
moved across to him with her drink and curled up
beside him. “You alright with this?” he asked gently,
as he put an arm around her shoulder.

She nodded and moved closer and wrapped her robe
tighter. She didn’t complain as he softly rubbed her
neck and shoulder. She was too busy watching AJ
making her husband squirm with such a pleasurable
blowjob; one that she doubted she could give.

AJ grabbed the KY Jelly from the table. He slid his
mouth off of Steve’s cock and squirted the lubricant
directly on the head. He smeared it down the shaft
and then stood up. Looking directly down at Steve, AJ
smiled and slowly drew his silk underwear down his
legs and stepped out.

Lindsey gasped as she saw his long, uncut cock
partially engorged and hanging between his legs. God!
He was beautiful. His abs were shining and his legs
sculptured. It was just like one of her deep secret
fantasies. As he stood there motionless, she felt an
urge to slide to her knees and suck his cock. Instead
she moaned as she felt Steven O’Donnell’s tongue
slide into her ear and then whispered quietly to her.
“Soon we’ll know.”

AJ squeezed more KY on his fingers. Reaching behind
himself, he fingered his hole. Turning gracefully
away from Steve, he knelt on all fours and looked
behind him with an invitation in his eyes and smile.

When Steven O’Donnell saw Steve hesitate, he gave a
loud order that startled the husband. “Mount him…
fuck his little black pussy! God knows, he wants it.”

Still wearing his housecoat, Steve dropped between
the black legs. Stroking his hard-on, he knee-walked
into position. Even as he was doing so, he was
starting to panic. He could already feel his cock
beginning to soften. He tried to line up with the
puckered asshole, but as he pushed to enter he could
feel his penis crumple back on itself. Desperately,
he grabbed AJ’s hips and tried to hunch his failing
cock into the hole, but he couldn’t do it!

Steve began to sob at his failure; his shoulders
shaking. He couldn’t fuck his wife who he loved and
he couldn’t fuck anything offered to him. What good
was he?

Lindsey’s heart went out to him. She thought she
would have been triumphant in his failure –
vindicated even, but no, it was a feeling of sadness.
She realized then that she still loved him deeply and
didn’t want to see him hurt so badly. She watched AJ
turn and gently push Steve sideways onto his back.

Her eyes opened wide as she watched him place his
groin over Steve’s face. Using the housecoat, he
wiped Steve’s cock clean of the KY. Dipping his own
head down to take the white cock back into his mouth,
AJ began to suck and lick.

Steve’s eyes were closed as his hips began to move to
meet the mouth on his penis. Another chance. He
moaned as he felt the other man’s cock drag across
his face, his nose and brushing his lips. Without
thinking and with a tortured groan, he reached up and
guided his mouth onto the black cock above his face.

Breathing hard, Lindsey could hardly believe what she
was seeing. The contrast of the black and white male
bodies pleasuring each other in a 69 position left
her excited. Her pussy was swollen and moist. Her
hand slid into her robe and under her panties finding
her hairy muff. The finger split her pussy lips open
and found her clit. ‘Oh! God… yes…’ she thought
finding her button already hard. She hadn’t realized
how turned on she was! Lindsey couldn’t take her eyes
of them. She flinched in surprise when she felt
Steven O’Donnell’s hands pull her housecoat open.
“Steven…!”

He just smiled at her as he kneaded her tits and
tweaked her nipples. “It’s okay… it’s okay,
Lindsey… let me help you… don’t worry, just
enjoy… it’s alright… just watch them. He felt her
relax and lean back feeling safe in his arms. Her
fingers danced in her wet quim.

Closing his eyes, Steve opened his mouth and sucked
the black cock in. His mouth ovalled around it. The
bulbous head, half covered by the foreskin, was large
but warm and firm to the touch. Steve had never seen
an uncut penis before and now he had one in his
mouth. It was so different from his own circumcised
prick.

The black shaft was hard and he could feel the heavy
black balls resting on his nose. The musky scent
overwhelmed his senses causing his pulse to race.
Steve raised his mouth over the black cock and then
sealed his lips around it as he drew his head back
up. Pushing his mouth up the shaft the second time
his lips dragged the foreskin back off the cock head.
He could taste and smell the smegma under the
foreskin. He really was sucking another man’s cock.

AJ’s black cock began to move in and out of Steve’s
mouth, each time pressing deeper and harder against
the back of the husband’s throat. It made Steve gag
reflexively and his eyes teared, but he didn’t want
to stop as he felt his own straining cock. Oh God! He
was about to cum. ‘Oooh yes! Please!’ echoed through
his mind, forgetting it was another man giving him
the pleasure.

He shuddered unable to suck the black cock into his
mouth. It came loose and slapped around his face as
AJ started to frenetically bob up and down on the
white cock. Steve’s body stiffened as he began to
shoot.

“Well,” Steven O’Donnell, whispered into a moaning
Lindsey’s ear, “At least you know he’s not a fucker
of men… or women. I can’t help but wonder if he’s a
fuckee… Would you like to know if he’s a pussy boy
like AJ?”

Frigging her cunt with her fingers and biting her
lip, she nodded yes as another spasm of excitement
gripped her pussy. She realised she had just given
him full license to fuck her husband. From behind,
O’Donnell snaked a hand round to cup her breasts,
hefting the weight up, and letting them drop,
jiggling. He felt for the nipples and then pinched
them; enjoying the moan from her. “Alright then!”

He smiled. “AJ save some. Get up and give Stevie a
snowballing.” Disentangling himself from Lindsey, he
stood up and started stripping off knowing she was
looking at him. No doubt wishing he was completely
straight, he thought flattering himself as he bared
his cock to her. But what about her husband, what
would he be thinking?

AJ slid off the white body under him and helped him
up. An erotically dazed Steve wobbled a bit. The
young black man stepped in tight to support him. With
one hand behind Steve’s head, AJ mashed soft lips
against the unresisting mouth. AJ’s eager tongue
pressed against the lips and Steve slowly
surrendered, allowing it to enter.

A man’s mouth on his… the invading tongue was
demanding, but soft. He was surrendering his mouth
like Lindsey would. It was exciting… it was
submissive… Steve closed his eyes; his stiff body
seemed to suddenly collapse; becoming soft and
pliable for AJ to do whatever he wished. The black
hands moved the housecoat off the white shoulders and
it fell in a pool around Steve’s feet. Together they
stood naked in the middle of the living room: black
on white. AJ’s hand craddled Steve’s head as they
kissed.

A slow recognition crossed Steve’s surprized face as
he realized a soft gooey substance was being pushed
into his mouth by AJ’s tongue. A dribble slid from
the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t believe AJ was
feeding him his own sperm. The tongue plunged deeper
into his mouth as he stood awkwardly with his hands
by his side, not knowing quite what to do.

Then slowly, his hands came up and gently cupped AJ’s
buttocks and held him closer to his own body. His
small white pot belly pressed against AJ’s hard
stomach as the other black hand sought out Steve’s
small nipples, pinching them hard and pulling at them
as Steve moaned through the kiss.

Lindsey couldn’t tear her eyes away from her husband
kissing another man. Oh my God! It was so hot! It
seemed… so… so natural! The black body dominating
the white body was so erotically charged, she stopped
diddling her pussy. She gasped as she saw AJ lightly
pressing on her husband’s shoulders and Steve slowly
sinking to his knees.

Steve seemed mesmerized by AJ’s cock right in front
of his face. Gently Steve took the black cock in his
right hand and started stroking the shaft. As AJ’s
cock stiffened under the caresses, Steve leaned
forward and licked the tip, and then to everyone’s
surprise started swirling his tongue around the head.
Looking up into AJ’s face, he started taking the
black cock into his mouth; his head bobbing up and
down the shaft. With each movement, Steve took more
and more in. Lindsey looked on almost enviously.

“Look at him… What a little cocksucker,” O’Donnell
taunted as he sat back down naked beside her. “Now
you know why he can’t keep it up for you… He’s not
a real man… he’s a little pussy boy down on his
knees… See… look!” Lindsey was spell bound at the
sight of her husband willingly sucking cock when she
felt Steven’s hand find the back of her head. He
slowly drew her face down towards his lap. “Come on,
Lindsey… suck a real man’s cock. Suck my cock and
make me nice and hard so I can fuck your husband.”

With a moan she opened her lips and drew him into her
warm moist mouth; her tongue playing over the
hardening prick as she watched Steve sucking the
black cock.

Steve could feel AJ’s cock twitching in his mouth.
The black hands cradled his head tighter as he felt
the man begin to cum. Several large spurts of warm
slimy fluid shot into his mouth.

“Oh That’s it sugar… swallow it… swallow it
all!” moaned AJ as his semen continued to ooze into
Steve’s mouth. He was so proud he had been the first
to have the ‘straight’ man suck his cock and then
seed his belly with sperm. AJ smiled at his boyfriend
on the couch and the man’s wife who was bobbing her
head up and down in his lap.

Steven O’Donnell gently pulled Lindsey’s head up off
his stiff cock by her hair. “I’m going to give you
back your husband as a little pussy boy,” he told her
quietly. “I think you will able to solve your
problems that we talked about once I do.” Standing
up, he took the lubricant with him and moved behind
her husband.

Steve jumped as he felt a hand smear KY Jelly on his
asshole followed by a stiff finger and then two
snaking into his ass. “On your hands and knees,
sweetie,” O’Donnell had a grip on his neck and turned
him until he was facing Lindsey. “It’s time you
showed your wife that you really want to be a pussy
boy!” Steven O’Donnell added more KY gel to his cock
and clambered up between the legs of the young
husband. “It’s time, Stevie – I want you to be a good
fucking pussy for me.”

Reaching under Steve, O’Donnell found the other man’s
penis. It had shrunk down to nothing but was leaking
like crazy. “You don’t have much of a package, now do
you? Hell, Lindsey’s clit is as big as that. But then
you’re a pussy so it doesn’t matter. Now you’re going
to feel a real man’s inside you!”

Steve felt the big cock head push into his ass,
stretching it. A shooting white pain tore through his
butt as O’Donnell’s cock forced its way deeper. For a
moment the sphincter muscle denied entry until it
gave way under the ever increasing pressure.

Crying out in pain, Steve could feel his anus tear
slightly and tears rolled down his face as he tried
to escape the pain. Steven O’Donnell didn’t stop
sliding his cock deeper, thrust after thrust, until
he felt his pubic hair brushing the smooth upturned
cheeks and his balls slapping up against the
buttocks. “Oh little girl, you’re so tight baby. I’ve
just busted your cherry!”

He dragged his cock slowly out. Steve cried out again
with the pain. It felt like his guts were being
pulled out. When O’Donnell pushed his big cock back
in slowly, it forced its way filling Steve up again
and pressing hard against his prostate.

Steve’s ass tried to readjust to the invading
thickness as he began panting in anticipation of pain
as it pushed back through the deflowered sphincter.
“Easy, easy, little girl. You’re doing good. That’s
it, honey! Push back… there we go baby… there we
go! That’s it, baby, move those hips, pussy boy.
It’ll feel better!”

Steve could only moan as he felt the cock head
pressing against his open hole. This time he arched
his hips and unconsciously began to hump backwards;
squeezing his eyes shut as the very strong emotions
of submission and excitement washed over him. He was
being fucked by a man… in his boy pussy…. in
front of Lindsey.

O’Donnell was sweating and grunting as he drilled
Steve’s ass, “You like this bitch? Feels good to have
a real man’s cock in your pussy, doesn’t it? Now you
really are a pussy boy! You love being fucked by a
real man. I don’t think we’re going to call you
Steve anymore … I think maybe Stephie… yeah
Stephie… Do you like that, little girl?”

“Yes…” groaned Steve. Steve couldn’t believe he was
so turned on being called names. O’Donnell pulled out
and then back in over and over; fucking Steve as if
he was a girl.

“Of course you do! What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Stephie… oh Stephie!”

“That’s right, pussy boy, your name is Stephie. And
you’re going to like being fucked by real men from
now on! Sucking real men’s cocks!”

Steven just kept going, slowly sliding inch after
inch of cock in and out of the boy pussy as Stephie
strained to work his hips in unison. Steven smiled as
he slowly withdrew before gently sliding in again. He
repeated the action several times, stopping each time
with all but the cock head removed… before sliding
smoothly and gently back into the eager pussy boy.

They were both beginning to sweat as they went faster
and the young husband was arching his hips to meet
the cock thrusts. O’Donnell’s heavy balls began to
slap Steve’s ass with each stroke as he taunted him.
“Love it don’t you, Stephie… like a bitch in
heat… being dog-fucked in front of your wife.”

Steve groaned with pleasure and submissive excitement
as the thick shaft stroked against his prostate. His
own prick had grown so hard and it bounced beneath
him with every thrust he was given. His balls were
tightening in their small sack.

“Yeah, Stephie… Take my big cock up your tight
little pussy hole. Feel it! Mounted and fucked by a
real man. You’re enjoying every inch, aren’t you
sweet cheeks?”

The noise of the squelching lubricant in his ass and
the heavy balls slapping against his upturned
buttocks. Steve couldn’t help his reaction. His hips
were undulating faster as he met the thrusting cock.
“That’s it, Stephie. Come on, sweetheart, be a good
pussy boy for me,” cooed O’Donnell in his ear. “I
want you to come like the little girl you are while
I’m fucking your pussy. Show Lindsey what a good
pussy boy you are!”

Steve closed his eyes. And he began to squeeze his
ass muscles, not to repulse the thick cock, but to
stroke it’s full length, to squeeze it, and to make
it pump it’s hot load of cum into his body. Oooh!
Shit, he really was a pussy as he opened his eyes and
looked directly into Lindsey’s face. His penis began
spurting little drops of cum as he moaned with the
release and the excruciating pleasure. His arms
buckled and his head dropped to the floor.

O’Donnell pulled out of his ass, he slapped Stephie’s
buttocks. “You just came from having a real man’s
cock up your pussy, little girl.”

Holding Stephie’s hips firmly, Steven pushed his cock
back into the gaping hole and sank it to the root in
one push. Pounding the buttocks in front of him with
his thighs, Steven pumped until he was shooting his
sperm deep into the other man’s belly. “And now
you’ve been seeded by a real man in your pussy for
the first time! Oh! Sweetheart, I don’t think it is
going to be the last!”

AJ, who had been watching the making of a new pussy
boy with rapt attention, met Steven O’Donnell as he
stood up with a deep kiss. It was almost as if he was
reclaiming his boyfriend.

Lindsey looked at Steve on his knees before her. It
was a different look. She wriggled out of her
panties, oblivious to the other people in the room;
just looking into his eyes. Holding them out to him
on one finger, she told him, “Stephie, you are a
little pussy. Put these on.” The tone wasn’t a
request but a command.

Staggering to his feet, Steve slowly drew on his
wife’s panties. “Yes Lindsey.”

“And then go and get fresh drinks for myself and our
guests. When you are finished, you will go into the
bathroom and shave off that damned moustache! Only
real men can have moustaches and you aren’t a real
man, are you?”

“No Lindsey,” he said in a small confused voice as he
struggled with all that had just happened.

“And when you’re finished that I want you to come
back and lick my cunt until I cum. There is no reason
that your pussy should have all the fun… And
Stephie… we’re going to talk about how things are
going to change around here!”

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