Abby invites Clark over for dinner and Bobby is a perfect host
Abby and I had another wild week after she told me about the threesome with Joe and Clark. She was ravenous. It seemed that every five minutes I was eating her pussy or she was whispering dirty things in my ear, telling me how big Joe's cock was, or how hot it was to have two cocks inside her at once. Again, she would only let me jerk off, but stroking myself while she told me about being on all fours, stuffed with cock, was just as exciting to me as actually having sex with her.
On Friday Abby told me she had a special surprise in store for me on Monday. I ate her pussy all weekend while she told me what a good cuckold I was, and how hot it was to suck Joe's big cock while Clark fucked her doggy style. She let me shoot my last load on Friday night, then she wouldn't let me come all weekend. "Clark said you have to wait," she giggled. I was climbing the walls by the time Monday came around.
Abby came home from work early and said she wanted to make me a special dinner for being such a good husband. It was odd for her to leave the office early while Clark was in town, but I didn't ask any questions. I was just hopeful she would allow me some sort of relief after teasing me for days.
Abby set the table with our good china and crystal, chilled expensive wine and spent the afternoon cooking up one of my favorite meals.
When she finished Abby took my hands in hers and looked into my eyes. "You've been such a good husband lately," she said sincerely and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I think you've earned a special treat for tonight." Our lips came together and Abby laid a wet, long, sexy kiss on me, sweeping her soft tongue over my lips and the inside of my mouth, moulding her curves against me and grinding on my stiff cock. "Mmmmm, baby," she purred. "I think it's going to be a fun night!"
"I'm going up to change now. We'll eat at 8." Abby headed up the stairs, then paused halfway up. "Oh, honey, one more thing - I want this dinner to be really special, so I want you to wear your tux, OK? You look so good in it."
A little later I was dressed in my black tuxedo, looking forward to dinner. I lit candles, put on soft music, and opened the wine. A few minutes before 8 Abby called out that she was coming down. I adjusted my bow tie and jacket as she descended the stairs. She looked ravishing. Her blonde curls framed her lovely face, bouncing on her bare shoulders. Light makeup accentuated her high cheekbones and highlighted her eyes. She wore a short, blue, satiny backless dress that clung to her body. The front was open down to her belly button, and dangling between her breasts was the special sapphire pendent I gave her on our first anniversary. Abby's cleavage was on display and her nipples clearly showed through the thin material. Her smooth, tan legs seem to go on forever, perched on high heels. Her toes and fingers were perfectly manicured with bright red nail polish that matched her lipstick. She was a vision of loveliness, and I got a lump in my throat thinking about how she dolled herself up for me. It was so reassuring after all the crazy things going on in our life lately with Clark.
"How do I look, honey?" she asked, doing a slow twirl to give me the full effect. "You like?"
"Oh, baby!" I exclaimed. "You look wonderful! I am such a lucky husband." I stepped toward her to take her in my arms but she pressed her hand against my chest to hold me off.
"Down boy!" she laughed, and I realized she was right - we had all night. I started laughing, too, and just then the doorbell rang.
"Wha --" I started to say, and suddenly I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Abby looked at me with a wicked grin.
"Aren't you going to answer it, honey?" she asked innocently.
"I . . . I . . ." I stammered, looking at Abby, then to the door, then back to Abby. The pendent dangling in her cleavage caught the light of the candles flickering on the table.
"Who is it?" I asked in a sickly voice, looking down. Abby smiled again and reached out to take my chin in her hands. She turned my head and forced me to look her in the eye.
"You know who it is, baby," she whispered, still holding my chin. "I dressed like this and made dinner
for you
, baby, so
you decide
how it's going to be." She placed a soft, lingering kiss on my lips.
"You can answer the door and let him in," she whispered, kissing me again, "or you can leave it closed and we can go back to how it used to be . . . just me and you."
She kissed me again and whispered in my ear, "or you can let him in and you wait on us while we eat dinner," she nibbled on my ear, "and you can watch me suck his cock . . . and get fucked all night long."
She kissed me again, "it's your decision baby - is it going to be just you and me, back to our normal life, your faithful and conservative wife, or do you want to be a submissive little cuckold servant to your slutty wife and her lover and watch me be Clark's fuck toy? Your decision, baby . . . it's 100% your call."
I looked at her, speechless.
"You only get to make this choice once, honey," she said. "It's now or never."
"I . . . I . . .," I stammered some more, but my cock was already rock hard. I looked to Abby looking ravishing in her blue dress, then looked to the door. Abby smiled. She knew she had me. I nodded meekly and walked to the door, my shiny shoes clicking on the floor tile in our front hall. I looked back at Abby one more time, but I knew I had no choice.
Clark looked tanned, fit, and relaxed, wearing khaki pants and a plaid shirt in contrast to my black tux. "Bobby boy!" he exclaimed, pounding me on the shoulder. "Good to see you again! Wow! Abby! You look spectacular!" he raved as he walked past without even looking at me, slowing down only to hand me his jacket. He grabbed Abby and pulled her to him for an open-mouthed kiss. Abby eagerly returned his affections, pressing herself against him and running her hands all over his back and ass. I just stood there holding Clark's jacket as they kissed right in front of me, their tongues dueling wetly out in the open, their lips mashing against each other.
"Whew!" Abby exclaimed as she pulled herself away. "Now that was a kiss!"
She took Clark's arm and led him to the living room, calling out to me as she went. "Honey after you hang up Clark's jacket bring us two glasses of wine." They were whispering and giggling as I put Clark's coat away.
They were making out on the couch when I returned with the wine. Abby cocked an eye at me and broke away from her kiss briefly. "Put it there, on the coffee table," she directed, then turned her attentions back to Clark. I didn't really know what to do, so I just kind of stood there watching them paw and kiss. I couldn't believe how hot Abby looked, and I could see a big bulge in Clark's khaki slacks. Abby saw where I was looking and dropped her hand into Clark's lap, massaging the large lump and leering at me with an evil smile. Clark brought his mouth to Abby's ear, and she laughed, nodding her head.
"Honey," Abby said to me, "I think it would be nice if you took off Clark's shoes and set them by the door. He wants to get comfortable."
My face turned red and I realized there was no end to Abby's tests for me. Clark and Abby were looking at me with amusement, enjoying my humiliation, but my cock was harder than it's ever been. I couldn't refuse. Avoiding their gaze, I kneeled on the carpet before my wife and her lover. I untied each shoe and pulled them off his feet, then reached up into the cuffs of his slacks and rolled his socks down and tossed them aside.
I could feel the two of them staring at me as I carried out Abby's orders, their eyes burning into the top of my head. As I set his shoes by the door Abby called to me again. "Honey, I want you to take Clark's belt off for me now." This time she didn't even look at me, she just went back to kissing Clark with a deep, open-mouth, closed-eyes kiss. I watched them for a moment, then kneeled back down on the carpet between his legs. I hesitated for a moment, watching them make out. I had never undressed another man before, but I got a strange thrill as I reached up to gingerly pull the leather of his belt through the buckle, then through the loops of his pants.
Abby opened one eye and looked down at me, her tongue still entwined with Clark's. "Undo his pants for me now," she whispered breathlessly. "I want to suck his cock, baby, and I want you to get everything ready for me."
I could hear the wet, smacking sounds of their lips as I undid the snap on Clark's pants, lowered his zipper and began sliding them down his legs. My cock was throbbing with excitement as Clark helpfully lifted his butt off the couch.
Abby was sitting back now, enjoying my utter submission. "Mmmm, you're such a good husband, baby . . . I love that you're taking off Clark's pants for me so I can get down on the floor with you and suck his big cock while you watch . . . you're such a nice, helpful husband . . . now take his underwear off for me baby . . . I can't suck Clark's cock with his underwear on, can I?" Abby giggled.
Clark was staring down at me kneeling between his legs. His bulge was huge, throbbing underneath his black briefs right in front of my face. I reached up carefully, hands trembling, and pulled the elastic out so as not to catch on the head of his big tool, then slid them down and off. His cock was massive - thick and long, curving upward and lined with powerful, pulsing veins. I could feel the energy in it. I stared at it, enthralled by its power.
Abby slid down off the couch and kneeled next to me between Clark's legs, wrapping her manicured hand around his shaft, her wedding ring gleaming on her finger..
