6 - AirBi&Bi #3
For the second time, Brad watched as Louis withdrew his cock and ejaculated over Rita’s body. This time, the gusher of jism sprayed over her shaved pussy, splashed onto her belly, and spattered her tanned, toned thighs. Louis gave a sigh of pleasurable relief.
“Oh, baby, that was so fucking great!” he said. “Guess we’d better clean up before dinner, huh?”
Rita giggled, swung her legs off the bed, and stood. Looking down at herself, she made a face.
“Yeah, I guess we’d better take a shower, honey. But first, maybe Brad would like to clean my pussy?”
“Yeah, give him another taste of my spunk,” Louis said, grinning broadly.
Again, the big man led Brad over to Rita.
She sat on a chair by the bed, spreading her thighs.
Brad knelt down without being told and began to lick away the mixture of sperm, lubricant, and vaginal juices dribbling from his wife’s pussy.
After a few moments, he felt, with a sharp shock, Louis’ fingers exploring his asshole.
“Hey!” he said, withdrawing his tongue from Rita.
“Don’t stop!” she demanded, slapping him half-playfully across the top of his head. “Get lickin’!”
“Don’t be scared, buddy,” Louis growled. “Just checkin’ that ol’ man pussy. You’re not so tight as your little lady.”
“I’m no lady!” Rita protested.
Brad resumed his duties in and around Rita’s pussy, slurping the congealing fluid from her lips. He twitched, but did not protest, as Louis pushed what felt like three or four fingers into his anus. The feeling, he finally admitted, was both shocking and pleasurable.
“That’s enough,” Rita said, raising a leg and shoving her husband away with her foot. “Time for a shower, right, Louis?”
She stood up and took Louis by the hand, leading him toward the doorway. Rita paused to look back at Brad and wagged a finger at him.
“Now, Brad,” she said, in a mock-maternal voice. “You gotta tidy your room! Start with all those disgusting, dirty bedsheets.”
What am I, the chambermaid? Brad did not ask.
He was pretty sure he would not like the reply.
Instead, he stripped the stained bed linens, bundled them into the laundry basket, and got out fresh sheets.
Halfway through, he heard the shower start up and Rita laughing, along with Louis’ deep voice saying something Brad could not make out.
How the fuck did this happen? Aren’t I the man of the house?
Her heard a slapping sound and imagined a big hand landing on Rita’s wet flesh and heard her scream in delight.
***
The next evening, Rita and Louis informed Brad that he could watch them try anal.
He made a weak attempt at protest, but it was difficult to remain focused.
Instead of being naked, Rita was dressed like a hooker, or maybe a stripper.
She had on a black garter belt, fishnets, and shoes with six-inch heels.
And nothing else. The professional woman Brad had known for so long was gone, replaced by a voluptuous siren with deliberately overdone make-up.
“Behave yourself, cuck,” she said, her face a mask of contempt. “Or we might have to lock you in the basement.”
Louis, naked except for boxer shorts, folded his arms, nodding sagely.
“Better listen to the lady, buddy,” he said. “Just enjoy the show.”
Louis slapped Rita’s ass with his hand a few times, then eased his huge member between her butt cheeks. She quivered, moaned, flexed her butt muscles, and then started clapping her ass-cheeks together.
“Oh, yeah,” Louis said approvingly. “You got an educated butt, sugar.”
Brad gazed, open-mouthed. He had never imagined Rita could do such a thing. She glanced up, laughed at his expression.
“I’ve been practicing,” she said. “Working out, watching videos. It’s easy when you know how.”
The ass clap continued until Louis reached out and grabbed Rita’s buttocks, yanking them apart to reveal her puckered anus. It was slightly dilated. Louis nodded in approval, then looked over at Brad.
“Hey, buddy,” he said. “Don’t just stand there. Lube up that ass.”
Brad seemed to watch himself from outside his body as he went to the drawer, took out the bottle of lubricant, and walked over to the bed. He poured lube onto Rita’s asshole and stepped back.
“Hey,” Louis said, caressing his erection. “Don’t leave the job half done, buddy.”
Nodding, Brad took a palmful of lube and rubbed it over the tip of Louis cock. Again, he felt awe, a sense of rightness about caressing the huge dick. Louis smiled at the way Brad’s fingers lingered around the base of his shaft. Then he reached out and casually pushed Brad aside.
“Ready, baby?” he said, his voice almost tender.
“Always!” breathed Rita, waggling her butt. “Fuck my ass!”
Brad watched as Louis inserted the tip of his cock into the tight, pink asshole.
Rita gasped and moaned as the first few inches of the big dick vanished inside her.
Louis began to move his thighs slowly back and forth.
With each thrust, he shoved his cock deeper into Rita, who started to yelp with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
After a minute of increasingly vigorous thrusting, the big man’s hefty balls were slapping against Rita’s pussy.
“Oh Jesus, oh fucking God!” Rita screamed. “Christ, you’re so fucking huge!”
“Yeah, heard that before,” Louis panted, winking at Brad. “Gotta love the tight ones, eh, buddy? Shit, your wife is so – fucking – tight!”
Brad nodded automatically, feeling pleased to be included, even in such a perfunctory way. He had unzipped his pants and was jerking off without thinking, excited by the sight of his wife being serviced by a far bigger, better man.
I deserve this, he thought, with an odd sense of relief. I deserve to be cuckolded, not in some sneaky way, but right in front of me, here in the marital bedroom.
Rita’s screaming reached a crescendo as Louis began to pump his huge dick into her, losing all restraint.
She cursed, whimpered, and gasped, but Brad did not hear her beg Louis to stop.
She was clearly enjoying herself too much, even if the prodigious cock pounding her ass was giving her discomfort.
Brad came before Louis or his wife, spurting a jet of cum onto the bedroom carpet.
Seconds later, Louis gave a great bellow of release and pulled out his cock, just in time for it to geyser spunk up Rita’s back.
As jism splashed into her hair, Rita groaned and looked around at Louis.
“Oh, Jesus, that was fucking amazing!”
Later that evening, Rita told Brad their lodger would be staying for at least a couple of weeks.
***
On the third day, Brad got home from work to find Louis and Rita chatting pleasantly in the kitchen. On the table between them lay a brightly-colored package.
“Hey, buddy!” Louis said. “How’s it goin’?”
“Okay, I guess,” Brad said.
“I’ve been shopping, honey!” declared Rita, jumping up. “Got some new, sexy things! Wanna see?”
“Um, yeah, why not?” Brad replied.
The way Rita and Louis glanced at each other made him wary. They seemed to be sharing a secret.
What could it be? They fuck each other in front of me. Are they robbing banks as well?
Rita reached into the big pink and red box and took out a set of pink fluffy handcuffs. She laid them down and lifted out a pair of sheer black panties, then a pair of black fishnet holdups. Next came a big purple dildo and a spiked collar.
“Wow,” Brad said. “You’re going to look amazing in those.”
Louis chuckled at that, and Rita smiled broadly.
“I tried to teach you about ladies’ sizes, but you never paid attention, did you?” she asked.
Seeing his puzzlement, Rita lifted one of the fishnet holdups and held it against herself. It reached from the floor to her waist.
“They’re too big,” Brad said, stupidly.
Just before Rita spoke, he realized what was happening.
“They’re not for me, silly,” she said. “They’re for you.”
Louis reached into the box and took out one last item. It was an auburn wig.
“Rita thinks this is the right color for your eyes, buddy,” Louis said. “Shall we find out?”
Brad recoiled at the implication and held up his hands in impotent protest. Louis advanced on him, holding the wig, and for the first time, Brad tried to shove him away. Louis tossed the wig to Rita, grabbed Brad’s hands, and then easily held them both in one of his.
“Come on, buddy,” he said. “Don’t disappoint your audience. You know you love being a good little cuck.”
Brad kept struggling, protesting, as Rita stepped around beside him and shoved the auburn wig onto his head.
“Don’t make a fuss, dear,” she pleaded. “It’s got to happen. You know that as well as we do.”
Brad stopped struggling against Louis’ vice-like grip. He saw himself reflected in the door of the refrigerator, a distorted image of a man in a business suit with a wig askew on his head, face twisted in panic and embarrassment.
“Aw, shit,” he said. “I’m so fucking pathetic.”
Louis let him go and put a huge hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t feel bad, buddy,” he said, with surprisingly gentleness. “We all have to find our niche in this life. It’s just taken a while for you to find yours, right?”
“That’s right!” chimed in Rita, brightly, holding up a lipstick.
Brad recognized the color. It was the one she had worn the day before.
“Now,” she said, as Louis steered Brad to a chair. “Let’s get you made up!”
Twenty minutes later, Brad wrapped his glossy, painted lips around the end of Louis’ cock.
He felt Rita insert the tip of the slick, purple dildo into his ass.
The sting of shame was intense, but not nearly as powerful as the dark, primal need he felt.
As the shaft of the dildo worked its way into him, he imagined how it would feel when the head was sucking so expertly brought him the fulfilment, and the humiliation, he had always craved.