The Bully Gets Sweaty With My Wife

Rough Sex and Taunting

The air conditioning was broken and the three of them sat humid and hot in the living room.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Chucky, but a bet is a bet.”

Thick streams of sweat streaked between Troy’s pecs, snaking down his long torso to pool at his belly-button. His thick mop of blonde hair was temporarily tamed beneath a Boston Red Socks cap, and the only clothing he had on besides his red sneakers was a pair of thin, blue basketball shorts that clung low to his waist, just below his greased pack of abs. He grinned at Chuck, taunting him, being as awful as he could be given the situation.

“What? Now?” Chuck whined, beyond exasperated. Watching the Bucs destroy the Bills that day was one thing, but with so much on the line in a bet with his long-time friend and nemesis, Troy Bones, the game seemed about so much more than just winners and losers.

“Now’s as good a time as any,” Troy laced his fingers together behind his head and leaned back, spreading hairy legs wide and cozying into Chuck’s couch. “What say you, Kayla?”

Kayla sat in front of a box fan on the floor, soft droplets of sweat beading her ample cleavage. Behind her the blades spun at max speed, and her lithe frame seemed to somehow hog all the cool air. She stared at her boyfriend with pure incredulity; disbelief that he’d actually gone this far with his sports betting.

“Apparently I’m just some pawn in you men’s little game,” she rolled her eyes, her dirty-blonde hair pulled back from her face and tied into a pony-tail. “So what difference does it make what I say, right?”

“Hey now,” Troy consoled her, “I asked you, didn’t I?”

“You asked me before Chuck did, that’s for sure,” she spat, staring her boyfriend down.

“That’s not true,” Chuck said, green in the gills. “Besides…I thought we were kidding around.”

“Oh bulllshit –“ Kayla started.

“Don’t be a sore loser!” Troy finished.

“ALRIGHT!” Chuck shouted, more than a little drunk from the sixer of Busch he’d polished off on his own. The coffee table in front of the big screen TV was littered with empty cans and half-eaten snacks, and what was once a fresh bottle of tequila now nearly empty. “I just need a second to think is all,” he said, “can you keep your pants on for five more minutes while I just think Goddamnit?”

“Think all you want but I gotta take a piss,” Troy burped, standing up and winking at a disgusted Kayla in the process. “When I get back, I need to know if you’re a man of your word, or a no good, cowardly liar that reneges on bets.” Troy stomped off in his size fourteen shoes, his wide, sweaty back awash and glistening.

“Put the toilet seat up,” Kayla called after him, not oblivious to the muscles lining Troy’s tanned shoulders. “You pissed all over the floor last weekend!”

“Why do we still invite him over?” Chuck moaned. “It never ends well.”

“Don’t you try to snake out of responsibility for this one,” she said, tilting her head up and letting the fan blow against the back of her neck. “You placed that bet without even asking me, I mean for Christ’s sakes Chucky I was getting your snacks ready –“

“What took you so long anyway! I was trying to wait for you and talk to you about it –“

“You gotta be fucking kidding me, Chucky,” she shook her head in anger. “You’re so drunk you can’t even admit to me that you were wrong to auction me off!” Kayla wore a white tank top which clung wet to her skin. The line of her cleavage shimmered in the afternoon sun that poured through the blinds, and from where Chuck sat above her on the couch, he could almost see to the bottom of her round, fleshy tit.

“Fuck…I’m sorry,” Chuck broke, edging to the corner of the couch and reaching out for his girl’s hand. “You don’t have to do anything. It’s fine. I’ll pay him twice what I should and tell him to forget about it. I couldn’t let you do that…it would kill me.”

“What money you gonna pay him, Chucky?” she said, unconvinced. “You aren’t giving our rent away because you get squeamish. There ain’t no money to give him… you realize that don’t you?”

“I’ll pay it with interest over time,” Chuck gulped, the sound of the toilet flushing down the hall. “He’ll let me. He has to.”

“There’s not going to be any interest,” Kayla sighed, Troy’s approaching footfalls thundering behind her.

“Well Chuck,” Troy stepped past Kayla and plopped back down on the couch beside his friend, “what’s it gonna be buddy? A lifetime of humiliation…or is little Kayla here going to suck my dick?”

In that moment, Chuck wanted to punch every goofy, white tooth out of Troy’s arrogant grin. He squeezed his fist so hard that fingernails cut into his flesh, leaving tiny red lines of simmering anger. He looked over at Kayla on the floor, curled up in front of the cooling fan, her face filled with something like pity. Chuck hated that almost as much as he hated Troy’s smile.

“If you really want her to…I guess…” Chuck’s clenched words trailed off.

“What’s that, Chucky?” Troy grabbed him by the shoulder and jostled him. “I can’t hear you, you’re mumbling. Did you just say your wife could suck my dick?”

“Fuck off, Troy,” Chuck knocked the patronizing hand away.

“You’ll have to excuse the sweat,” Troy said, turning his attention to the annoyed girl on the carpet, “your boyfriend’s air conditioning is broken.” Troy tugged at his blue basketball shorts without shame, sliding them down his thighs and past his knees, scrunching them at his ankles in a mess against his red sneakers.

When she saw it lying there, curled against a bushy mound of moist pubic hair, Kayla let out a muted gasp.

Chuck would normally have given his girlfriend a dirty look for making such a sound, but for the moment he was unable look away from it. It was soft, that much was obvious. But it was fat and round like a giant slug and a broad, red-hued head sat thick atop it. Troy’s ballsack was mostly smooth, sitting in a pile against the couch cushion as he adjusted his cock.

“Judging from your reaction I’m guessing I’m a bit bigger than little Chucky,” Troy chortled.

“Don’t be so cocky,” Kayla tried to hide her astonishment with a harsh tone, rising from her ass to her knees to get a better look at the thing. “It’s a turn off when guys brag too much.”

“Sure it is,” Troy resumed his relaxation posture; hands behind the head and knees spread wide. “That’s why you can’t take your eyes off of it.”

“Bullshit,” she mumbled, averting her gaze.

Chuck was white as a ghost, and he shook his head back and forth all the time, never taking his eyes from Troy’s substantial meat.

“The deal was a blowjob, so I hope you don’t think you get to see or touch my titties,” Kayla inched closer, “it’s head only. Understand?”

“Yeah whatever,” Troy smirked, “take my shoes off, whore.”

“Hey now watch your fucking mouth!” Chuck burst out, rising from the couch.

“Whoa! Buddy,” Troy said with nonchalance, “calm down. I’m just playing around. We’re all friends here, right? Besides. I’ll probably cum quicker if I get into it. You’d rather that than me sitting here all day and letting her edge me, wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t fucking know…”

“Because I will if you want me to, Chuck. I’ll edge in her mouth for hours no problem.”

“Please don’t…”

“That’s what I thought…Take my shoes off, whore.” He nodded once more at Kayla, who stuck her bottom lip out in annoyance and began to pluck at the white shoelaces tangled amongst Troy’s basketball shorts.

“I can smell your balls,” Kayla winced, pulling the right shoe off his fat heel.

“Not surprising,” Troy looked down at her, “when you got big nuts, they tend to sweat a lot.”

Chuck breathed hard through clenched teeth, watching his wife handle Troy’s shoes. He saw her pull them off one at a time, Troy’s sweaty socks just inches from her delicate nose. When his feet were free, Troy kicked the basketball shorts away and they landed in a heap on the carpet. Kayla inched in between his legs, on her knees, eyes diverted from the mass flopping around against his thigh.

“Go get me a beer, Chuck,” Troy cleared his throat, “I want to really enjoy this moment.”

Chuck heard him with a faint nod. He sat there on the couch, his knee almost touching his friend and enemy, eyes screaming to look away but unable to. Kayla was muttering something unimportant, her excited fingers finding Troy’s plump cock and lifting it sticky from his thigh.

My wife is touching another man…touching him there.

Chuck shot up and tried to shake off that awful feeling creeping over him. He shuffled quickly to the refrigerator and grabbed a Modelo from the bottom rack. He returned to the couch and handed the cold brew off to Troy, who cracked it open and took a deep swig.

“Don’t take all day,” Kayla said, her breath passing across Troy’s red tip, his girth starting to fill out her dainty palms. Without another word, the head of Troy’s penis disappeared into her mouth, Kayla’s wet lips wrapping wide in an O shape, taking it back.

“Oh my oh my,” Troy breathed, “look at this little whore go, Chuck.”

“Goddamnit,” Chuck grunted.

Kayla used a free hand to slap Troy on his pale, hairy thigh. She let his cock fall from her lips long enough to say, “don’t be so mean!”

“Oh no?” Troy sneered, suddenly grabbing Kayla by the ponytail, “how’s this for mean, whore?” In the next moment, Kayla’s forehead was pressed firmly into Troy’s flat stomach, her throat full of that fat, hardening mass. With her nose pressing into the skin at the base of his cock, Troy jerked her violently three times, before yanking her off.

“What the fuck!” Chuck screamed.

“Oh my God,” Kayla breathed, drool dripping from her chin and ecstatic shock painted across her face. She looked immediately at Troy’s veiny cock, stretching upward now, powerful and pulsing, no longer needing a hand to support its weight.

“You liked that didn’t you, whore,” Troy still had her by the ponytail, and he stroked his wet meat with a free hand.

“Oh fuck, I…,” Kayla shot a nervous glance at Chuck, and when her boyfriend locked eyes with her she shook her head no.

“No? Here, let’s try again,” Troy yanked Kayla by the hair and got himself inside her eager mouth once more, the secret trail of her tongue alive against the underside of his shaft. “Good girl, that’s it…show me you want it…that’s right…good whore…” He throbbed hard, and to his surprise Kayla allowed him to control the blowjob, doing what he considered a “gentle” fucking of her face; only burying half of it inside, only causing the occasional gag.

To Chuck’s eyes, it was the most violent form of pornography he’d ever seen.

“Good whore, look up at me,” Troy forgot all about Chuck, “that’s it. Don’t fucking look away. Understand? Good. Fuck.” He let go of her hair and pulled it out her mouth. “Stick your tongue out.” Kayla listened well, letting him push his bloated, leaking head flat against her red tongue. “Take your shirt off I want to see your tits.”

Kayla looked at Chuck whose face told her absolutely not. Even Kayla had told Troy no chance just a few minutes before. But now, as she knelt between his legs, serving him, she found the idea of ‘no-tits-allowed’ absurd. She might have explained as much to Chuck if Troy had given her the chance to.

“I said pull your fucking tits out whore,” Troy sat up grabbed the hem of Kayla’s shirt and tore it upward. It slid off her skin quietly beneath the protests of her boyfriend. Kayla had a flesh-toned bra on beneath, and Troy wasted no time in snatching the buckle at the back and tearing it away. Her white breasts fell out like creamy clouds on a hot afternoon, and he filled his rough hands with them, turning her fair skin to harsh, splotchy red marks.

“Always wanted to see your fucking tits, Kayla,” Troy sneered with the confidence of a belly full of tequila. “Now I get to play with em’ too. My lucky fucking day.” He slapped her titties and pinched at the nipples while she used two hands to stroke his massive rod. “Matter of fact, I need to taste these titties, too.” He snatched the petite girl from the carpet and pulled her into his lap, pulling one fat, fleshy breast into his mouth and sucking.

“This wasn’t part of the fucking bet!” Chuck stood from the couch where his girlfriend wriggled in Troy’s grasp. “Her tits got nothing to do with this!”

“Tell him to sit down and shut the fuck up,” Troy snatched her fresh, pink areola between thumb and forefinger, twisting.

“Oh!” she squealed, face to face with him. “Oh! Ow!”

“Tell him now!” Troy growled.

“Shut the fuck OH! Shut the fuck OW! Shut the fuck up and sit down Chuck!”

“Good girl,” Troy popped her nipple back into his mouth, nibbling and licking.

Chuck stood a few moments longer, embarrassed, seemingly alone…before taking a seat on the couch once more.

“These titties are fucking nice,” Troy slobbered on her chest, a line of spit running between her breasts. “The guys in our fantasy football league ain’t gonna believe I got to suck these titties.”

“Aw come on man!” Chuck cried out. “You can’t tell anybody about this. That’s not fair!”

“Quiet pussy,” Troy slapped Kayla’s tit and it jiggled madly.

“Are you enjoying this?” Chuck asked his wife in disbelief, her toes curled just inches from his leg. “Don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying this, Kayla!”

“No, baby,” she was flustered, face red and nipples erect, “but you made…you, oh my…you made this bet…oh, fuck…not me…fuck…” she was whimpering; high, breathless whispers that she tried to hide, to push out in any direction but her boyfriend’s ears.

“I can’t believe this,” tears dotted the corners of Chuck’s eyes.

“Believe it, bitch,” Troy said, shoving Kayla back down between his legs and guiding himself into her open mouth. Her tits swung red and bruised as she bobbed on his rod, eyes trained forward all the time.

Kayla tried to look through Troy, not at him. With Chuck sitting so close she didn’t want to see Troy’s abs or his muscular chest. She didn’t want to stare at the way his mouth moved when she licked the right spot, at the strong cut of his jaw…she didn’t want Chuck to see her wanting it.

Troy picked up the pace, pushing himself deeper into her throat, testing her limit.

Testing Chuck’s, too.

“Look at that,” Troy marveled, one hand on her ponytail and the other gripping the back of her neck, railing her in the face with his big white cock. “She takes it deep. She throats you like this, Chucky? I bet not. Judging from the look on her face she’s never seen one so big in the flesh…Ugh, fuck. Which means I’m touching places no one ever has before. It’s like I’m taking her virginity, in a way. Shouldn’t have bet against the Bucs, Chuck. No way, pal!”

Troy continued to choke her with long white shlong, pulling so much spit that it leaked down her neck and across her battered breasts. When he buried it deep, he kept her there, finding her cute little nose and pinching it shut.

“Good fucking whore. Good little fucking whore!” Troy grunted, glaring at Chuck as he said it. Her face shook red against him, the image of struggle. Then he snatched her off, allowing Kayla a full five seconds to compose herself before he lifted his endowment out of the way, revealing a fleshy, sweat-soaked ballsack.

He shoved her face into it, and her insatiable tongue went to work.

“This isn’t a fucking blowjob,” Chuck cried, “this is a fucking porno!”

“Oh fuck baby, that’s it,” Troy ignored him, “that’s it suck those sweaty balls. Oh God you nasty fucking bitch…that’s right suck my sweaty nuts. First one…that’s good. The whole thing, put it in your mouth. Suck it, baby. Clean it. Good. Now the other…that’s it, oh fuck yeah get in your mouth…suck…oh fuck…”

Kayla’s dazzling green eyes stared up from a mess of ballsack and pubic hair, his sweat dressing across her face. She took each ball into her mouth separately, loving one before swallowing another.

Chuck smelled that recognizable, pungent odor from where he sat.

“I can smell your sweaty balls!” Chuck gagged.

“So can your girlfriend, Chucky,” Troy barked laughter. He pulled Kayla’s mouth back onto his stiff cock, this time allowing her to do the work herself as he reclined back. She had both palms wrapped around the base, his matted pubic hair tickling her wrists, holding the entirety of it steady as she took him again and again.

Troy’s sagging ballsack pulled away from the couch-leather with a squelch when she long-stroked him. When she tried to deepthroat, Troy reached under and grabbed his nuts and held them against her soft, fragile neck. When she came up for air, the sweat smeared across her neck was plain to see.

“It’s too bad your loser boyfriend won’t let me fuck you,” Troy said, shoving two fingers into Kayla’s mouth while she double-stroked him shaft to tip. “I’d make your fucking legs weak.”

Kayla slid her tongue between the two cruel fingers exploring her mouth. Though she felt the burn of her boyfriend’s stare, she kept her eyes locked on the man defiling her; it was easy to get lost in the intensity of him.

Troy stood suddenly from the couch, pushing Kayla and her jiggling tits back a few feet. His bulbous, durable penis jutted from his athletic frame like a beacon. His dripping, hanging balls swung freely at last, fat and swollen and huge. He took Kayla by either side of the head and dug at her confused lips until she opened wide again, accepting him. Troy swung at the hips and in doing so got his cock deep down her gullet, wild balls swinging. Kayla wretched a muffled gag when it hit the back of her throat, splotchy breasts convulsing and swinging. The gagging became constant, Troy making a spectacle out of abusing Kayla’s face in his friend’s living room.

“Look at your fucking whore girlfriend, Chucky!” he screamed, eyes alight. “All because you bet against the fucking Bucs. You stupid little shit! Look at her! Look at precious, cute, innocent Kayla! Not so fucking innocent with a fat cock stuffed down her windpipe, huh? Christ almighty, you’re a good friend to keep around, Chuck. If I’m ever feeling down, I’ll just come over here and win your wife’s pussy on a game of cards. And I can always remind myself, right when I nut in your girl’s stupid fucking face, that I’ll never be as big a loser as you. UGH!”

On the tail end of Troy’s tirade, his great ballsack convulsed upwards, signaling the explosion. The first shot disappeared down Kayla’s very surprised throat, and it reflected in her green bug-eyes when she tasted the hot semen flooding her mouth. He pulled it out and that first shot of nut came coughing up and out onto Kayla’s chin and running down her neck.

Troy stroked the rest out across her flushed, pure face.

“NO! NO! NO!” Chuck screamed in time with each spurt.

A thick rope streaked across her face, from eyebrow to chin. More hot spurts of it splashed across her cheeks and lips, pooling under her nose, running down the sides of her face.

“UGH! UGH!” Troy grunted, his slick, hot nut raining down across his friend’s girlfriend’s face.

Kayla flinched with every shot but never ducked. She was blinded quickly and saved from the view of her boyfriend’s near-tears face as he screamed incoherently. She wiggled beneath it, feeling each warm wad coat her. She felt the sheer amount of it, sticking to her features, glazing everything.

“Good fucking girl,” Troy panted, his orgasm subsiding, the last drops of his cream dotting Kayla’s ruined face. “Good little dicksucker, yes. Good fucking whore.”

“I can’t fucking believe this!” Chuck cried, head in hands. “You didn’t say anything about cumming on her fucking face!”

“I didn’t say anything about not cumming on her face either,” Troy giggled, squeezing one final drop from his tip out and into Kayla’s blonde hair. “Have fun washing that out, whore.”

Kayla knelt there in the sweltering living room, nut and sweat(some of it Troy’s sweat) dripping from her face. Her boyfriend stared at her speechless while Troy found his basketball shorts on the carpet and put them back on. At last, his demanding, all-encompassing cock was put away.

“Can I get a fucking towel now, please?” Kayla broke the silence.

“Oh I gotta clean it up now, too?” Chuck said.

“Just get me a fucking towel you asshole!” Her shriek shocked him into action, and Chuck disappeared down the hall to fetch a towel from the bathroom.

Troy stood over his work, chuckling to himself as Kayla knelt there, helpless, and blind.

“You were an eager little girl, weren’t you?” Troy said.

“Oh, fuck off…Just trying to get it over with…”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he said. “And neither do you. Can you imagine what it feels like between your legs, Kayla? Can you? Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. That you’re not thinking about it right now.”

“What I’m thinking about is why is it taking my inept boyfriend so long to find a towel. I’m covered in cum!”

“My cum,” Troy patted her on the head condescendingly, making sure not to touch his own mess. “And if you’re lucky…if you play your cards right, it won’t be the last time.

“All I could find was this bath towel,” Chuck stumbled back into the living room.

“Just fucking hand it here!” she yelled at him. She wiped the gobs coating her eyelids, removing enough semen so that she could see again. When she opened her eyes, Troy was looming over her, staring down, a sick smile spread across his lips.

“I’ll be seeing you two soon,” Troy walked to the front door, “try not to miss me.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard,” Chuck mumbled, watching his tormentor leave.

“You really are a fucking moron, Chuck. You know that?” Kayla scolded, tossing the soiled towel at her husband, where it landed sticky across his face. He screamed like a little girl and darted down the hall into the bathroom, cursing his girlfriend the whole way.

Kayla went upstairs and laid down in bed, finding that tender spot between her legs. She ran trembling fingers across it, closing her eyes, envisioning Trey’s body …and that beautiful, deal-breaking cock between his legs.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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