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About a year ago, a friend of mine was complaining to me that he didn’t have a woman to spend the weekend with and he had a lot of free time to himself. He is certainly not the type of man who has trouble getting women to notice him. In fact, he is a sort of magnet when he steps into a room where there are mixed couples. I have often walked with him into crowded offices, malls, restaurants and so on, and lots of heads turn. Many gaze over at him. Some stare a little longer than what would be socially acceptable. If we spent time in those offices or malls, it soon would become obvious who in the room was swooning at him. His name is Rob and he is definitely not fat and lazy. But with me, somehow he enjoys acting fat and lazy. You see, I am not like him at all. I am meek and mild. When I am with Rob, I am usually silent, like I am his pet. I watch as other people around us try to get his attention. Rob is one of those stand out type men. Over six feet, over 200 pounds, broad shoulders, muscular and looks that could trigger your imagination. He was easy on the eyes and deadly on conjuring up a mini-fantasy. I don’t know if he picked up on my secret and hidden tendencies. I tend to gravitate to guys like him and I like friends like him because they are so opposite from me. They are what I wished I could be (as a man). I am a doer. I like making men like Rob happy by doing things for them. Not sexual things. Just normal things. Other guys tended to always ask Rob if they could do something for him like, “Can I get you a beer?” Or, “Do you need anything?” I never did that with Rob. He would just casually say to me, “I need a beer.” and he knew I would react and go get him a beer. One time we were sitting on his deck and he happened to notice that his car needed washing and said, “The damn car is dirty.” I happily got up and washed his car for him as he sat back and watched the game on T.V. So when he complained that he wanted a woman to have some fun with over the weekend, I quickly put up a post. The title was, “My wife’s ex seeks a woman for weekend fun.” I wasn’t lying. It was true; a little bit anyway. Rob was divorced. He is not my wife’s ex, but he was someone’s ex. Well, did that ever cause a ton of replies. Over 40 replies came in the first hour it was up. Before the second hour, the post was removed from the board. But we had a lot of leads to have some fun with. When I showed Rob all the replies he sat up, smiled and said, “Let’s see.” We started scrolling down the list and quickly noticed there were ten males to every one female who were interested in the post. I was shocked. Rob laughed. So we decided to separate the replies; I sent all the female replies to Rob’s email address and he told me to read the replies from the males. “See what they want.” he suggested. Some guys simply said, “Find a woman for me. PLEASE?” Other replies were more inquisitive and said things like, “Are you out of your mind? You telling me that you are trying to find a date for your wife’s ex husband?” Then there were some that wanted to know what the ex liked? Almost asking if he was bi or would like a submissive male to service him. But the replies that were the most interesting were the ones that wanted to know about my connection to my wife’s ex husband. They were not offering their wives to him, nor asking for three-way fun. They wanted to know about the internal connection I had to my wife’s ex husband. There were nine replies that fit into the last category. I grouped the nine together in a folder and replied back to all of them in a group email. What a mistake that was! Using Rob’s personality along with my personality, I let my mind wander and dreamed up a fantasy that I shared with these guys. The fantasy is not totally false or manufactured. Things in the fantasy did in fact happen to me and I thought it best to change the names and a few details to protect everyone involved. The men who read it simply could not get enough of that story. Every time I sent a little episode it stirred several questions and intense interest continued to increase. So I thought I would share the story with you and hopefully get some comments and feedback on your thoughts. I hope you add your input. ROB’S POST

It’s not everyday my world view gets turned on its head, twisted inside out or experiences a total collapse. But it does happen, and it certainly happened the day Billy stopped by unannounced. Billy is my wife’s ex. He lives in Boston, thank goodness. I don’t care for him at all. In fact the farther away he is from me, the better. Billy is an arrogant, snake, back-stabing son of a bitch. He is cold and cruel to people he doesn’t think measure up to his masculinity. I’ve seen him manipulate people with no regard for the consequences they would face. And he had an evil smirk he used a lot. The only thing he had going for himself, as far as I was concerned, was his looks. His stature, mannerisms and his walk always turned heads. He had a presence about him that everyone gravitated toward and wanted to be near. Almost as if unconsciously, everyone sensed his danger and immediately began to try and impress him as a way of keeping themselves safe from his antics. Both males and females would swoon him constantly. They would come up with excuses to be involved in his conversations. Most people laughed extra hard at his jokes; but not me. I stayed away from Billy. It feels better when I shrink back and hope he doesn’t notice I am present. It was Billy who always managed to work his way over to me; usually while sitting with my wife Jan. His ex wife. Billy and Jan shared several close friends. It was a natural evolution during the years they were married. They had no children together; thank God. I would hate to have to run into that prick every week during visitations. But they both stayed close to their friends and thus I was forced to be in the same room with Billy whenever one of the friends threw a party. Looking back, I guess I was sort of sheepish around him. I clung to my wife for protection whenever Billy was around. I was no match for Billy; that’s for sure. Even Jan was no match for his strong and self centered personality. But he always stood down when she fell silent and glared at him. Maybe she had some dirt on him that he wanted kept hidden. She never told me. Jan broke off the marriage with Billy for several reasons. The divorce papers said, “Irreconcilable Differences.” Plural. Probably arguing, his cheating on her, finances and who knows what else. At one party Billy slithered his way over to me and struck up a conversation. I was on the back deck smoking a cigarette. As he approached he slid his cell phone into his back pocket. He never does that. Billy always liked to browse his social networks as he talked to people. He glared into my eyes and my stomach started to turn. I didn’t like the feelings I was having. “How’s Jan these days?” he asked. I wanted to answer, “What the fuck do you care?” But I didn’t have the nerve. With Billy I always found it best to appease him and hope he goes away. I sometimes just tried to be more boring than I usually am and maybe he would lose interest in harrassing me. “Seriously?” he said as he stepped close to me. He was not the type to stand by my side. He always positioned himself directly in front of me. I always felt trapped by his body standing tall in front of me. He made it feel like every conversation was a confrontation. As I got to know him better, I realized it wasn’t confrontation he liked best, it was the competition that fed his ego. He loved to beat me. “She’s fine.” I softly answered and I dropped my eyes to the ground where I saw his feet. “Damn I miss her. She was so good in bed with me. How about you?” I didn’t answer his question. “Did she tell you the real reason she left me?” Billy asked. The tone in his voice shifted a bit. The tone seemed to have some genuine feelings of care. I thought maybe he was lamenting something he did or didn’t do. Maybe he is realizing that he lost a great woman. I shook my head indicating ‘No. She didn’t tell me.’ “Jan left me because she wanted to live with a man who was more submissive to her.” When he said it, Billy let out a guttural laugh that made my blood turn cold. I started feeling dizzy and faint. “Oh. I didn’t know that. I’m not submissive.” I tried saying it with confidence, but I was so light headed and striving to regulate my breathing that I sort of hyperventilated a bit. “Who are you kidding? Of course you are a fem-sub. It’s written all over your face.” Billy took his cell phone out and started browsing his messages. “Good-bye Billy.” I said as I tried to squeeze around his side. My waist hit him and I could feel his rock hard body. His leg muscles were like a wall. Billy pressed his hips pinning me to the rail. Billy whispered into my ear, “Don’t you mean, ‘See you later’?” I never answered. He released me after a few seconds with a smirk on his face. I never told Jan about that incident. I wanted to, but I didn’t want to look like a cry baby either. Billy’s comment about Jan’s reason for divorce was digging into me and it was hitting some strange and unfamiliar feelings. I wondered if Jan did in fact want to live with a man who is submissive to her. Did Billy mean “submissive” in the sexual sense? Or maybe Jan wanted a husband who was more cooperative? Maybe she wanted a husband who was more of a team player and not an ego-maniac like Billy? I didn’t know, but I wanted to know. I needed to know. Before we left the party that day, I told Jan I needed to piss before driving home. I went into the bathroom and took out my penis. As I was pissing the door opened and Billy stepped in, locking the door behind him. I was so fucking mad at myself for not locking the door. What the hell was I thinking? There were only a few people left at the party. I never thought anyone would just come into the bathroom. But there he was. That mother-fucker was looking at my penis as I pissed. Billy let out a soft laugh and said, “Is that all you got?” I know I am not big like other guys. I only have four inches when stiff and inflated. But my penis is straight and cute. It works fine. I like it. Before I finished pissing, Billy took out his cock and hung it in the open waiting for his turn at the toilet. He put his two hands on his hips like a rock star and just stood there waiting for me to look at it. When I turned to walk away from the toilet my eyes couldn’t help but look down at what was hanging out in the open air with no shame. His cock was as beautiful as the rest of his body. Some guys are so lucky. Before I could get past him, Billy grabbed my arm as he stepped up to the toilet. He pulled me close to his side and held me there as he began to piss into the bowl. I stood watching. His right hand grabbed my left wrist and he placed my hand right on his soft cock now running a powerful stream of piss into the toilet. I felt his warmth. His piss made his cock warmer than usual. It was obvious. He took my fingers and wrapped them around his cock and said, “Hold it for me.” Which I did. I don’t know why. I had been drinking a lot and was a bit drunk. Maybe my reflexes were a bit slow. I don’t know. I just stood there and I held it for him. After a long piss I felt Billy tighten up his cock muscles like he was finished. His piss stopped flowing. I went to move my hand away and I heard him say, “Kneel down for a second.” I froze and just stood there. He repeated himself, this time with more force. “Kneel down.” And I felt his strong hands and arm muscles pushing me to my knees. Billy said, “I think you should give me a good night kiss.” And with that, Billy pointed the head of his huge cock right at my lips. I knew I wasn’t getting away from him. I didn’t want to do this. But...what could I do? I leaned forward and placed a tiny kiss on the tip of his cock. As I pulled away, Billy said, “No. Not that kind of kiss. Give my cock a French kiss. Place your lips around the head of my cock and roll your tongue around the head like it’s your wife’s tongue.” I just wanted to get away from him. That’s all I wanted to do. So I did what he wanted and let his cock head go into my mouth and I rolled my tongue around his head like it was my wife’s tongue. His free hand gripped the back of my head holding me firmly in place. All of a sudden I felt Billy shoot his final two gushes of warm piss into my mouth. It shot with great force. I never felt anything like it in my life. Billy’s piss filled my mouth. I was shaking. My heart was pounding like never before. I looked up and heard Billy saying, “Swallow it.” I shook my head ‘No.’ Again he said, “Swallow it right now.” Billy turned his cell phone to me and I saw a pic of my lips pressed against his cock. There was no denying it was me in the pic and anyone who knew Bill’s cock knew I was kissing his cock for him. That mother-fucker took a pic of me kissing his cock. How could any man ever do something so degrading to another man? There is no way I can describe the emotions that were rifling through my body. There is no context to place the experience. I closed my eyes and I swallowed his piss as he looked down at me and watched my throat muscles open and take him in. I met Jan at the door and we walked to the car. Before getting in the car she wanted a kiss. I kissed her like I always do, but this time I prayed she didn’t notice the taste of piss. Especially Billy’s piss. I could still feel the taste of Billy’s piss on my tongue. My guts were still shaking and I had to work hard to fight off the reactions going on in my body. The ride home was mostly silent. Jan fell asleep on the way and I was glad she did so. I needed to think. I just needed to think. What the fuck just happened? * * * * * * * * * * * * * Needless to say, my night was sleepless. The guilt, fear, shame seemed all mixed together. Other feelings kept rolling around and it felt like I got punched in the guts. I was praying his piss did not make me sick with some disease that would be embarrassing to explain. The anxiety was so intense, I wanted to vomit. Two seconds later, I didn’t want to vomit. There were parts of the experience I couldn’t allow into my mind. If the memory of Billy having that fucking pic of me holding his cock as he pissed in the toilet, or the pic of me kissing his cock good night tried to enter my thoughts, I would feel myself falling into unconsciousness. Like a complete collapse. I could never explain to Jan the reason I fell into unconsciousness. Never. I was defeated, broken down, stripped into degradation and threatened by Bill’s very existence. My world view had been shattered. I had heard about bisexual guys. But this was definately not bisexual. I had even read stories about circle jerks followed by a group of friends gathered around one less fortunate friend and all pissed on him together. Never, not in my wildest dreams, did I ever think Billy would drag me through such a humiliating experience. Somewhere between midnight and three AM, I had gotten out of bed and gone to the garage where I could sit on a stool and rock myself to ease the agony. Rocking the agony seemed to ease the pain. I was cradling my injury. Doing that did not heal anything, but at least it helped me regulate my breathing. The memories of that night became intrusive. They were involuntary, like my thoughts had a life of their own. I was reliving my time alone with Billy. More shocking than anything else, I felt myself wanting to jerk off and cum off badly. Orgasms always seem to help me a lot when I am under stress. That night, there was no way to measure my stress. When the thought of jerking off first entered my mind, I was stunned to find I already had a very stiff and throbbing cock in my shorts. It was much harder than I remember it being in a long time. When I was a teenager my dick could get to that rock hard status. But in the past twenty years it never got that hard, nor throb like it was doing. I hadn’t even so much as touched myself. Back and forth my thoughts raced at will. I would remember the feeling of Billy”s piss splashing on the back of my throat, followed by feelings of wanting a climax. I wanted an orgasm. An involuntary one at that. Where is this coming from? In a flash, I remembered holding his cock for him and feeling his piss race through his shaft. It was the warmth that hit me. I felt a certain comfort fall over me as I remembered how Billy wrapped my fingers around it. Like I was important to him at that moment. At that moment Billy didn’t need or want anyone else. All he wanted, all he needed was me. Just me. I wanted to drop dead. The feelings started feeling so good, I didn’t want to live anymore. I reached down and grabbed my tiny cock and it immediately started pumping out huge cum squirts. My shorts were already wet from pre cum dripping relentlessly. My stomach was vibrating with each pump of cum I pushed out. My legs, knees and ankles went numb. My balls were aching and alive with feelings. My body was already producing more cum. The sheer stimulation rifling through my body caused my blood to rush through my balls. A flood of adrenaline started flowing through me. It was followed quickly by a torrent of endorphins. My life felt as though it just stepped out of my body. I had absolutely no pain in my body what-so-ever. Nothing. It was euphoric. I felt as though I was cumming off for the first time after fucking my high school girlfriend for the first time. I was so proud of myself for what I did to her. That thought was followed by, I was so proud of myself for what I did for Billy. WHAT? For a moment, I didn’t care. The endorphins were kicking in and I felt so good. I let the thought of Billy just sit quietly in my mind. I needed a rest from him. I was exhausted. I looked down and saw my briefs were soaked with cum. I hadn’t cum like that in I don’t know how long. I went into my downstairs bathroom and took them off. I dried my balls and dick. My clean briefs were upstairs in the bedroom where Jan was sleeping. I didn’t want to wake her and have her seeing me putting on a clean pair of underpants. So I reached into my hamper downstairs and took out a pair of dirty briefs. I wore those to bed that night. By the time I laid back down into our bed, the sun was beginning to rise. I didn’t sleep a wink. I couldn’t. At five thirty that morning I got up. It was an hour before the alarm would go off. But I didn’t care. I was rock hard again thinking about what Billy did to me. My stomach was flipping and I felt as sick about yesterday as I did when we first left the party. I poured a cup of coffee and sat on my back deck. I knew something about Billy had just welded itself to my deepest agony. There was something in me that I had always kept guarded and secret. No one knew me. Not like I knew me. And now, Billy knew me. The one person I wished never knew anything about me. But he did, and it felt better than good. What didn’t feel good, was the next time I met him. He dropped in unannounced.

* * * * * * * * Billy’s Unannounced Visit

During the weeks following the party not much changed in me. I was a mess. Billy’s antics were tearing me apart inside. I had to bury my feelings when I was around others. My emotions were raw. They were also huge. I don’t remember feeling things like this before, not at this level. I felt tortured inside, always wanting to hold on to the agony. My memory of that event hooked into me with a force I had no idea how to process. This seemed so different, and yet, it felt so desperately needed. I needed this inside my body. Somewhere deep within my mind and body and emotions I was holding Billy close to me and I hated him at the same time. It was a mental tug-of-war that never let go. It was a relentless tugging. I sort of wanted to finish whatever Billy started. I wanted it over and done with. And in the next second, I wanted to cherish what he did to me. Keep it. It was mine and I wanted it. But how could I ever want another man’s piss? Odd things started happening to me. I first spotted it one day when I came home from work at mid-day. Jan was still at work and I was home alone. Jan had a high powered job. She was in charge of the business and she had to deal with several tough men all day long. She had to be extremely assertive in dealing with day to day operations. She worked hard and had to be on top of her game every day. I first met her at her job. A friend of mine worked for her driving trucks. He introduced me to her. The second I saw Jan I was attracted to her. She was everything I wasn’t. I fell for her and began hanging around her business as often as I could. Effortlessly, Jan started prompting me to do things for her. Simple things like move a box from here to there. Sometimes for no reason, just to see if I would do it for her. I loved doing things that made her happy. I guess I am task-oriented. I judge my self worth in terms of what I do instead of who I am. That’s fine with me, especially where Jan was concerned. I eventually came to work for her because she kept asking me to, she needed me. Soon we were having sex and I moved into her home. From the beginning of our life together we shared in all the domestic chores. I liked helping out around the house. It seemed to make her life better. She liked it when I worked on the house, fixing things and taking care of basic maintenance. She bought me a riding lawn mower for father’s day but never let me use it. She found she liked mowing the lawn a lot. So she would often mow the lawn as I stayed in the house doing the dishes or laundry. In addition, I always got home from work long before she did and she sort of developed a habit of giving me the shopping list of things we needed for dinner. I did all the grocery shopping and would come home to prepare our dinner. Before I knew it, I was the one who did the shopping, cooking, served her dinner, picked up her dishes, did the dishes, washed and dried her laundry, cleaned the house, washed the floors, all of it. I was doing all of the tasks usually done by a wife. Maybe I was submissive after all. Maybe Billy was right. I hated that thought and I loved it at the same time. Even more odd, came the realization that I was always thinking of Billy’s actions at the party whenever Jan and I were making love in bed. He was better than Viagra. The feelings in me, when I recalled how I held his cock as he pissed, how he wrapped my fingers around his shaft, the warmth his piss made his cock feel, and, my kissing his cock for him, those memories were intensely stimulating. I could relentlessly dwell on him for hours and hours and want more time to dwell some more. It never stopped running through my mind. One evening, weeks after he did all that, I was cradling the anxiety by rocking back and forth as I sat on a stool in my garage. I was asking myself, ‘What the hell is it about Billy?’ I needed to know what made him and many of my other friends so different from other men? Any one of my other friends could have done the same thing to me. No one ever did, but they were definitely capable of doing things like Billy. After a long and painful consideration it finally hit me. It wasn’t his piss going into my body that hooked me. It wasn’t so much ‘WHAT’ he did, as much as it was, ‘HOW’ he did it. He took me. He controlled me. I didn’t push him away. I am the one who gave in. I surrendered. I am the one who submitted to him. It must be my fault this happened to me. For a moment it felt like Billy knew more about me than I knew. He had some kind of man insight that I did not share. Am I a half a man? More and more and more insight was flooding into me at an alarming rate. It was an awakening that I wasn’t ready for; but apparently, Billy was ready. He was more than ready. Hell, he was already on center stage. I loved being home alone so I could let my thoughts run free. At home I no longer had to contain them or deny them the right to live in me. I loved my secret thoughts. One day I was home early from work and started cleaning the house. I was daydreaming of all the role reversals Jan had established over the years we were together. She had taken all the power roles. I have a masters degree, but she was the breadwinner. She held all the money. She paid all the bills and made all our life decisions. I, like a servant, always did what she told me to do. I am a follower, not a leader. That’s when I heard the car door shut. Jan was home and I hated having to put my thoughts away. But I had to. Rather than come into the house, she rang the doorbell. That meant she was carrying something and wanted me to open the door for her. I sprinted to the door and when I opened it, Billy nudged me to the side and stepped in unannounced. “Hey.” he greeted me with his usual straight face and seemingly void of emotions. My entire body and mind exploded with emotions. Everything came crashing in on me the second I saw his face. My eyes squinted as I tried to contain my reaction to him. Within a few seconds, I felt my blood rushing through every vein in me. Fear engulfed me on every side. So too did the adrenaline rush which piqued my attention. “Hi Billy.” My voice cracked and it was obvious, I was excited to see him. “Where’s Jan?” he asked as he scrolled through some text messages. “She’s not home. Why are you here?” My voice was quivering hard now and I could feel sweat begin to moisten my entire body. “Oh. That’s too bad. I was just on my way home from New York and driving through the area, I decided I would drop in and see if she wanted to fuck.” Billy said it with absolute matter-of-fact intentions. Like this kind of talk was an everyday habit. He wasn’t trying to shock me. He could have cared less about my reaction. His texting was more important to him. As I stood silent and I tried to process his reason for stopping in, he turned and said, “I have to use your bathroom.” My bathroom is downstairs. Jan has her own bathroom and she doesn’t like anyone using it. Whenever people came to visit, the women could use her bathroom. But the males had to go downstairs. Billy knew this about her. Not caring, he marched right down the hall heading for Jan’s bathroom. I tried to move in front of him and ask him to please use the downstairs bathroom when he stopped directly in front of me and said, “I have to piss.” I dropped my eyes down, but not before seeing the smirk on his face. I waved him into Jan’s bathroom. I tried to step aside so Billy could pass by, but he moved his big body and trapped me. As he stepped in, I was forced to walk backwards. All the way into the far side of the toilet. He stood before the toilet and unbuckled his pants. His zipper was already down so his pants sort of fell open and his ass cheeks held his pants from falling further. Without having to hold his cock in place, (like I have to when I stand and piss), Billy’s cock unloaded a bladder full of piss as I watched. “Excited?” he asked me. He looked down at the bulge in my pants. I had instantly grown rock hard. No effort at all. I didn’t even have a desire. My dick just got hard all by itself. When he finished pissing, Billy moved me over to sit on the toilet bowl. He tapped the tip of his cock on my lips and said, “I wanted Jan to suck my cock. Too bad for you. Now you’ll have to take it.” With that he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to his cock. Now my fears rose to levels I can’t define. Jan would be home any second. I did not want her to see me doing this. It would ruin my marriage. I had to make a quick decision. I didn’t want a confrontation with Billy. So I opened my mouth and slid the head of his cock into me. There was no resistance. His cock began to inflate and I have to say, I don’t think anyone I know has a cock and body more perfect. He was huge and thick. He was more than twice my size. I guess I wasn’t going down deep enough, because Billy shoved it in and started bobbing my head with rapid thrusts. He was fucking my mouth. In less than one minute he had risen to his full length. He pushed my head off his cock and said, “I’ll take it from here.” I watched as Billy started stroking his cock just a few inches from my face. He reached over to grab the glass Jan uses when she rinses her mouth and told me to hold it under the head of his cock. It took him forever to cum off. He stroked vigorously and with hard strokes. I was begging him to cum off just watching him. “Please? Billy? Cum off for me.” I wanted him to cum off so he could get out before Jan got back. I knew if she walked into the house right then, Billy would never be able to stop. Even if he could stop, he probably won’t. He has no shame. I sat there, helpless and in shame that I timidly held a glass under a man’s cock so he could cum off in it. “Catch it.” he said. He wanted me to catch his cum in Jan’s glass. How could I explain the glass not being where she wants it when she gets home or spots it missing? I knew after he was done using her glass I would be the one who had to clean his cum. With her glass not there she would know I was in her bathroom. As Billy’s leg muscles tighten and his abs flexed in preparation for his orgasm, his ass cheeks released his pants and they fell to his knees. His cum began to gush in large, thick and furious amounts. One of his cum shots is more than my full orgasm. How could any man cum off so much? I was shocked. I lost count of his cum shots, but assumed it was at least five or six full portions before they slowed. I looked in the glass and couldn’t believe how lucky this guy was to have such a huge orgasm. His cum was oozing out as his cock started to soften. Every time he squeezed his cock muscles more would come out. I held the glass with reverence and admiration. I never felt Billy’s hand reaching down and taking hold of my left hand. He grabbed my wedding ring and I looked up at him to see what he was doing. Billy took the ring off my finger and, with evil lust on his face, he glared into my eyes and dropped my ring into his cum. I could not believe what I just saw and felt in that moment. My ring instantly sunk to the bottom of the glass as my dignity sunk deeper than hell’s foundation. Jan loved my wedding ring, and she insisted I wear it all day and everyday. It was her sign that I belong to her and no one else can have me. I was “her” property. Now, looking in disbelief, there was no other answer except I am now the property of Billy. He too owns me. My ring would forever be a reminder of him and this moment. “Drink it.” he instructed. I couldn’t move. I was in shock. Fear was gripping now and my mind could no longer think. “Now.” Billy said with much more determination. “ I don’t have all day.” he said angrily. So I started taking small sips. Billy was patient because there was a lot of cum to drink. My eyes stayed focused on my ring as it slid around like it was swimming in his cum. Billy took the glass and dumped all of his remaining cum, along with my ring, into my mouth. He said, “Swallow it. All of it.” And he watched as I started to resist swallowing my ring. He slowly turned his phone to show me the pic of me drinking his cum with the ring inside the glass. It was crystal clear. His cock was soft in the pic but it was red and dripping with cum. The background was clear evidence he was in Jan’s bathroom. If she ever sees that pic she will be beyond angry at me and I would pay dearly for drinking another man’s cum. Crying, I swallowed my ring and felt it slide into my body. Billy shook the remaining drops of cum out of the glass and sprayed it on my face. He pulled his pants up and pulled his shirt down over his belt. As he walked out of the house, Billy stopped and said, “I guess she got what she wanted.” And he tapped me twice on my cheek. “Be sure to tell her I was here and was hoping to fuck her today.” I was crying out of control and Billy said, “Don’t worry. You’ll get it back. I’m sure you will figure it out. Let me know when you find it.” As casual as a Sunday walk in the park, he got into his truck and backed out of the driveway. The nerve of that mother fucker. I ran to the bathroom and quickly rinsed his cum out of her glass and dried it. I put it back in its place and made sure there was no sign that we had been there. I wiped his cum spots off my face and tried to pull my emotions back in check. I wanted to sob. I wanted to crawl on the floor and find a corner to hide in. My mind raced around trying to find an explanation as to why I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring. I tried to think of ways to hide my hand. Then the most horrifying thought of all crashed into my thoughts; How do I get it back? I would have to search for my body waste. How gross. Maybe I should stick my finger down my throat and try to vomit it out. I ran to my bathroom and stuck my finger down my throat but I only gagged and couldn’t vomit. I could still taste Billy’s cum lingering on my tongue and my throat. I quickly made sure I had some latex examination gloves and I put a few pairs in my pocket. Those would have to go with me wherever I go. Just in case I had to move my bowels at work. This whole thing with Billy was getting out of control now. He had me so trapped. If he gets angry at me, if I piss him off or refuse anything he wants me to do, he will show Jan those pics. I know he will. Jan arrived home shortly after I pulled myself back together. She was still fired up over work issues and I could feel her stress from the other room. I greeted her, hoping she would not sense my feelings of dread. She went to her desk and worked on something as I got our dinner ready. It always amazed me how trauma can be so invisible. She couldn’t see what I had just done. It felt so exposed. Yet, she could not see it. No one could see I was being tortured; sexually, but not sexually. I didn’t have much of an appetite that night, but I knew I had to force myself to eat as much as possible so I could go to the bathroom. I certainly wasn’t thrilled about running my fingers through my body waste. But I had to do that. I’m sure what I had to do was on Billy’s mind. I wasn’t even sure how long it usually takes for a ring to pass through a human body and be deposited in its waste? I searched on line for an answer, but couldn’t find anything definitive. Nothing came out that night. The next morning I started drinking a lot of coffee. I drank more coffee at work and kept hoping. But nothing was ready to move. I never paid attention to how often I usually go to the bathroom. I found myself wondering if it was days between going? I had no idea. Now, it was the only thing on my mind.

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“Got it yet?” The text arrived two days later. I didn’t recognize the sender’s number at first and had to look it up and see who was texting me. It was that fucking Billy. How did he get my phone number? I didn’t give it to him. And what’s he doing? I was surprised at first, but soon, I was wondering. It was a deep and serious wonder. He must be dwelling on my plight. The saga he threw me into. A chilling thought entered quickly; Is he taking pleasure in my suffering? Is this like that BDSM stuff guys often joke about? Is he a sadist? He sure made it feel like hell. In the blink of an eye I felt my dick hardening rapidly. All my physical reactions to him were kicking into high gear. I sent a text back; “Not yet.” That pissed me off. I was screaming at myself, ‘What the hell are you doing texting that asshole?’ What was I thinking? I didn’t want anything to do with him, and yet, I wanted to talk to him at the same time. I hated what I had to do thanks to his antics. But I felt sort of connected to him in a way. I liked something I was feeling for the first time in my life. I felt happy that he was thinking of me. I was adding his phone number to my contacts when another text showed up. “Keep digging. Lol” He was playing with my feelings. No, I corrected myself. He is playing with my reputation, with my identity, he was doing things to my life and I was letting him. I didn’t text him back. Fuck him. I was in agony for two days. Degraded by him; to the point I had to smush my own body waste looking for my wedding ring. Everytime I thought of Billy, I thought of my ring. I wanted my ring back in the worst way. I wanted it for me, and oddly enough, I wanted it back for Billy as well. My dick had been swollen and hard ever since the first text arrived and I realized it was from him. Now, just a simple grab and I was cumming off. I didn’t even massage it or stroke it. I only reached down and grabbed it because it was throbbing. My balls were tingling. Billy causes my body to react. It was a control I never knew. He could control me. More troubling was the awareness that my orgasm was larger than when I made love to Jan last night. My relationship with Jan has always been great. For me, anyway. I always assumed she enjoyed sex with me. She may have teased me once in a while about my small size, but she always followed it up with an affirmation that it is cute and at least it works. With my shorts now soaking wet with cum, I knew it still worked. I grabbed a clean pair of briefs from the bedroom and had to use my bathroom to change. I peeled off the wet briefs and, standing naked, another text came to my phone. I looked. “Did you tell her yet?” Tell her what? What is he texting about? I couldn’t help myself. “Tell her what?” Standing naked, I waited for his reply. I felt my dick throbbing again and looked down. It was already rock hard again. All by itself. That never happens to me when I am with Jan. No answer. I waited five minutes but Billy never answered my question. All afternoon, I wondered what the hell he expected me to tell Jan? That I swallowed my wedding ring? I’m not going to tell her that. Besides, I had enough to worry about right now. I had to hide the fact that my ring was not on my finger and I had to wait for it to pass through my body. I still didn’t know how long it would take. I was getting more afraid with each passing hour, I was incredibly nervous and I was getting edgy. I had to hide my feelings. Doing what I did was not something I wanted anyone to know. That evening, during dinner with Jan, Billy sent another text. “Figure it out.” I wanted to kill him. He was barging into my personal life. He was tearing into my personal space. I was certain he knew Jan and I must be together at that time of day. He was squeezing me. Why else would he wait until now to reply? Day four the ring still hadn’t passed. I was praying constantly it didn’t fall out and sink out of sight. I would have flushed it down the toilet without knowing. On my way home from work, I stepped into my doctor’s office. I told my doctor that I had taken my ring off my finger to wash my hands. I explained I was at a gas station and there was no clean place to set the ring down, So I put it in my mouth and I swallowed it by mistake. I asked the doctor if it would pass through my body and how long would it take? He assured me it would certainly pass, but the timing was a problem. “Sometimes it takes a long time to pass.” he said. He ordered an xray which was taken at his office, and he spotted the ring in my intestines. It didn’t appear lodged, but it would be slow in moving. He suggested a prescription laxative and cautioned me to use a fine screen for the next few days. “I hope there was no bacteria on the ring.” he went on to say. “What do you mean?” I asked. “You wouldn’t want to get an infection inside your intestine. Those are hard to treat and can do a great deal of damage.” Now I had something else to worry about. “Would a blood test rule out any infection?” I needed answers. “Sure.” And with that he ordered a blood test. I asked him to include sexually transmitted diseases to the test which he did. I was surprised the results came back so quickly. The next day his office called me at work to tell me the blood tests are all fine; no concerns. That was one problem solved. I wanted to text Billy and tell him what was going on thanks to his joke. I refrained. He was scaring me. Day six I woke up with a jolt. It was pre-dawn and I jumped up quickly. I was soaking wet with sweat, my heart was racing like never before and my dick was so hard it hurt. I had been dreaming. It was a vivid dream that Billy had grabbed me by my shirt. He had pulled me close to his face, and said, “I’m gonna fuck your wife.” “Honey.” Jan whispered. “Are you alright?” I told her it was just a dream. But I had my doubts. Billy did talk like that around me and I never fought back. But that was just tough guy, bar room talk. I scrambled to justify my beliefs. He didn’t really mean it. Each time Billy talked about sex with Jan it was only to display his superieoity over me. I couldn’t get back to sleep. Between the dream, my racing thoughts and the laxative, sleep would have to wait. I got up before the alarm went off and had some coffee. Sitting alone on the back deck I could almost visualize Billy’s naked body on top of Jan. Two awesome bodies filled with passions and desires. I could visualize Billy’s large cock penetrating and his thrusts. I could imagine his cum shot. How his cock muscles would tighten, his back muscles and ass muscles squeezing with each release. I tried to visualize Jan’s orgasm. I couldn’t. There was nothing there to build on. I had never been able to bring her to the point where she is clawing at the sheets and panting. I don’t have that ability in me. She knows that and I thought I did also. But, why can I not visualize her in the heat of passion? I could recall women I watched in porn movies and picture them letting go with Billy. But Jan having a powerful orgasm like that was absent from my mind. That made me sad. Jan left for work at her usual 9 AM and I had to leave around 10 AM for a meeting in Boston. As I got ready to shave and shower I felt the laxative working. Quickly I got my screen in place and sat down. My waste came flowing out with ease. The screen held it above the toilet water and the stench was overpowering. All I could think of was, thank God Jan is not at home. The house smelled terrible. I finished and got up to clean the mess and there it was. In the middle of the grossest waste you can imagine, I had to put on a glove and retrieve my ring. I was so happy. My dick was dripping more precum. My balls were aching and I knew my body was producing more cum. I washed the ring and kissed it. I held it so dearly in my hand. I pressed it up against my heart. What a relief that was for me. No one could possibly understand this issue I was immersed in. I just didn’t give a shit anymore, I sent Billy a text. I took a pic of the ring back on my finger. I sent the pic with a message, “Got it back.” I wanted to add, FUCK YOU. But I didn’t. It would only stir more problems. The vision of my ring swimming in Billy’s cum stayed in my mind. Billy taking the glass from my hand and dumping all of his cum into my mouth along with my ring was intoxicating. I felt like a sex adict. It was powerful. The memory was intense. It was all consuming to me. When the text message came in, I was on the freeway and driving quite fast, but I had to take a quick look. His text read, “See you soon.” On the drive to Boston all I could think about was cum. It’s not that I never swallowed a guys cum before Billy. All guys, when they are young, experiment with sex. Kids use one another for sex to see what its like. I had a best friend at fifteen years old who used to read his dad’s hustler magazines. After our friends left his house at night around eight PM, he would often pull a magazine out from under the sofa and lay back. I would sit in a recliner talking to him as he read and looked at the pin ups. He loved doing that. His name is Douglas. He was fourteen and I was fifteen years old. I didn’t have to head home until nine PM so it always gave us an hour alone together. Before long, Doug started begging me to give him blow jobs because he just wanted to see what it felt like. I loved him. He was great. He was the leader of our gang. Everyone loved him and always followed his lead. So one night as he was lusting over some Playboy Pin-up, he said to me, “Just get your ass over here and blow me.” Then he laughed. I knew that would make him happy with me, so I did it for him. I knelt by the sofa and sucked his young golden cock. I could see his perfectly clean and stimulating pubic hair. He quickly learned how to hold my head down deep as his cum was about to explode. The more oral sex I gave him, the more he liked me being around. I was his best friend. He liked me more than others. We went everywhere together and did a ton of things kids often do to cause a stir. Life with Doug was never dull. On the drive to Boston that day, I made a startling connection. Maybe Billy is somehow, unconsciously, reminding me of my past. He is a lot like a grown up version of Doug, my best friend. His looks, body shape, muscles, attitude and especially how people gravitate toward him were all just like Doug’s body and personality. Alright. I can live with that. I can use Billy to help me relive my past experiences. As the drive continued, one flashback after another began to flood my mind. I let them dance there and it felt so good. It had been so long since I had felt those strong feelings. Powerful feelings of excitement and cravings hotter than a volcano. My dick was throbbing so badly, I had to stop myself from thinking about Doug. My shorts were getting wet and I knew if I grabbed my dick I would have to wear the wet sticky cum at the meeting. The only thought that helped me put the memories away was when I told myself, ‘Save it for the ride home.’ Needless to say, the anticipation for the drive home clouded my every thought that day. I could not concentrate on the meeting. I managed to get through it, but it wasn’t my best sales pitch. There were fourteen potential new clients there; some women and mostly men. One guy kept looking at me and I sensed his mind was not on the meeting either. He had that look in his eye that told me he was reading my mind. I think he could sense or feel what I was going through. I avoided eye contact with him. All afternoon I had to force myself to look at others during our talks, even though I knew he was looking at me. During the mid afternoon break, it became obvious that, although I was avoiding him, he wasn’t avoiding me. He managed to make his way over to me as I was getting a cup of coffee. I have no idea who he was or what firm he was representing. I didn’t care either. All I knew was that he definitely had the same look and attitude as Billy. If I engaged him, I was sure he could hook me. He made normal regular conversation with me. He asked how long I had been in this profession and we talked about market trends. Right in the middle of the conversation I heard another ringtone go off on my phone. “Where are you?” Not that it was any of his business, but I quickly wrote back, “In a meeting.” “I didn’t say WHAT. I said WHERE?” What little concentration I had left in me was quickly vanishing. Billy was stripping me of everything I am. It felt like he wanted my unconditional attention. “In Boston. Why?” I wrote back. “I have something for you.” I wanted to write back and say ‘No thanks. Keep it. Or better yet, shove it up your ass.’ But I knew better. There would be a price I would have to pay for a comment like that one. So I ignored him and went back to work. Twice Billy texted me saying he wanted me to get a hold of him before I left for home. I had made my mind up; I’m not going to converse with him. “Sorry. Tight schedule.” I knew that would get him off my back. At least for today I wouldn’t have to engage in his antics. Thirty minutes later another message came in. I angrily looked at it, but this one was not from Billy, it was from Jan. “Call me before you head home. There is a package I want you to pick up for me.” “KK. xoxo” I called Jan when the meeting was finished. She gave me an address and told me to just introduce myself and tell whoever answers the door that I told you to pick up the box for me. They are expecting you. I assured her it would be no problem and I GPSed the address. I arrived at a good size apartment house in the heart of Boston and rang the doorbell. A buzzer went off and I opened the door and stepped into the building. I found the apartment numbers on the doors and followed my way to the address Jan gave. The door was ajar and I knocked saying, “Hello.” A man inside said, “Are you Jan’s husband? Come in.” So I opened the door and stepped into the apartment. I heard someone walking down a hallway toward the area where I stood. When he stepped into view I almost dropped dead. It was Billy. He was naked except for his boxer shorts. “Tight schedule?” he snickered at me. “Not that tight buddy.” he concluded. All I could think was, ‘What the fuck. How could this be happening?’ My knees were shaking in fear. I felt faint and had to start taking deep breaths of air to stay conscious. My eyes squinted as Billy stepped close to me. He was holding a box and he placed it on the table. Never saying another word, Billy pinched my right ear lobe and led me into his bedroom. He dropped his boxers and I saw his soft cock hanging under the soft light. He walked to his bed and his ass was intoxicating to me. I wanted to touch him. “Get over here.” he insisted. He wasn’t asking. He wasn’t giving me an imperative command either. It was more of a matter-of-fact comment. He just simply expected me to follow his instructions. Like he knew I would. I did. Billy laid down on his bed and guided my head onto his soft man cock. I felt it growing as I sucked on it and massaged it with my tongue. When it was hard he started pumping my head up and down and always thrusting his hips to shove his cock down deeper into my throat. I was gagging, but he didn’t seem to care. After some time, Billy reached over and I could see him opening a magnum condom. He pushed my head off his cock and he inserted the condom into my mouth; placing it between my lips and my teeth. Then he had me put the condom on his hard shaft using nothing more than my mouth. I had to use my lips and tongue to unroll the magnum down to his pubic hairs. Once in place, Billy had me stroke his cock. Slow and steady at first but soon instructed me to go faster and harder. I did as he instructed and I could feel his cum filling his shaft. Billy moaned as his cum began to shoot into the condom. I could feel his cock muscles tighten as each cum shot continued to fill the condom. I couldn’t believe how much cum he could produce. It just kept coming out. Big thick globs of man cum oozing out. When he finished, Billy gently took the condom off his cock and tied a knot to secure the cum inside the condom. He had me unbuckle my belt and open my pants. He reached over to me and stretched open my briefs. Then he dropped his cum filled condom into my briefs which came to rest on my very hard dick. I felt his warmth. I wanted it to stay right there because his warmth felt so good. Then came his final instruction. “Keep it warm. When you get home, drink it and give Jan a cum kiss for me.” Billy wanted me to kiss my wife with his cum on my tongue. What the fuck is that? “Then tell her I want to fuck her again.” I squinted my eyes in sorrow. I shook my head indicating ‘No.’ “I can’t do that.” Billy once again turned his phone toward my eyes and started showing me all the pictures he took of me and his cock. “Take the box, give it to Jan and tell her I said that I want to fuck her one more time.” With that, Billy turned my body to the door and ushered me out. I drove home wondering, ‘How am ever going to be able to get those words out of my mouth?’ Now I knew Billy was not joking. He wanted Jan’s body, and I had to find a way to tell her what he said.

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As the story continued to unfold, I noticed my friend Rob was following it closely. At times, he asked for clarification and at other times, he wanted to contribute. We had a blast writing the next section. This time, we used my wife’s personality and started inserting it into Jan. The drive home from Boston was filled with conflicting emotions. I wished I had a better vocabulary because I kept trying to explain what was happening to me to myself. I was so shaken by Billy, I caught myself talking to myself. I kept thinking, ‘I am losing my mind.’ There were moments I feared I may be losing my grip on reality. I could feel Billy’s cock in my mouth. My lips sliding up and down. I could feel his hand pushing me further and faster. I hadn’t done that in over thirty years. I wasn’t looking for that action. Billy just had a way of making me do it for him. I don’t think he liked getting a blow job from a guy. But somehow, I felt he really liked getting a blow job from me, just me. Maybe he liked me and this was his way of showing it. Maybe it’s his way of telling me that he likes me. My thoughts made sense, and they didn’t make sense at the same time. My feelings were no different. One second I hated and detested letting Billy put his soft cock in my mouth and wanting me to get it hard for him. I was confused when he placed his magnum condom in my mouth and wanted me to put it on his cock for him using only my mouth, lips and tongue. I felt so helpless doing that to his cock. And yet, I could feel my teenage best friend Doug once again. It was like Doug was right with me. I loved Doug and the feelings he could bring to me. I both hated and loved what Billy was doing. Everytime I thought of Doug during that drive, I would reach down and press Billy’s condom against my dick and balls and it made me cry. Tears were running down my face and I had an agonizing moan coming out of my mouth. If anyone saw me that night, they would have had me committed. I was a mess. Doug wasn’t even my first cock. Other teenage guys in my neighborhood had used me a few times. At that young age, what did I kow about sex? Nothing. I had heard kids talking and joking about blow jobs. I knew it had something to do with a guy’s cock. But that was about all I knew. So when the first two high school guys told me, “We want a blow job.” I had to say “No.” I told them “No.” but they kept insisting. So I started running away from them. Each time they caught me and dragged me back to the spot. Finally, they got tired of catching me so they pulled my pants down to my ankles so I couldn’t run. The first guy kept telling me to give him a blow job. He had his pants unbuckled, zipper down and his cock and balls were exposed. His cock was soft and he was flipping it side to side. Finally, in shame, I had to admit, “I can’t give you a blow job because I don’t know how.” That’s when his eyes lit up in sheer delight. “Oh.” he said, “I guess I’ll have to be the one who gets to teach you.” He took such great pleasure in that opportunity. He told me he wanted me to put his cock in my mouth and slide up and down on it. When I went down he wanted me to blow out and when I went up I was to suck in, like a straw. He had me kneel in the leaves and twigs with my pants down. I took his cock in and he got hard quite fast. I was holding his ass because I needed to balance myself. My eyes could see his stomach muscles. I watched as his body became more and more rigid. His hips were pumping and his hands were behind my head. He was comforting me with his hands. Twice I felt him holding my shoulders and rubbing the back of my neck, like he loved me. I knew he liked me. We grew up on the same street. When he rubbed my shoulders, I knew, he now loved me. Before long he moved my head to the side and held me close to his cock, I watched his cum shooting out and landing on the ground. I don’t recall hearing a sound or smelling anything. The experience was powerful and it captivated me. When he finished, he started putting his cock away as I began to stand up. That’s when I felt the other guy’s hand on my shoulders, keeping me on my knees. “Not yet. It’s my turn.” he whispered in a lustful determined voice. I was stunned. I had completely forgotten he was even present. He had been standing directly behind me and he watched the whole thing. He stepped in front of me. His pants were open and his cock was already hard. He slid into my mouth and began pumping his hips. I was being passed around. When they finished with me, we walked out of the woods together. My mind seemed to shut down. I couldn’t think. We got the road and they turned to the left, heading towards their homes. My home was to the right. But I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do next. Did they want me to follow them? Was I supposed to go with them from now on? I didn’t know. So I just stood there looking down at the ground. About one or two telephone pole lengths away, one of them turned around and saw me just standing there, paralized by the experience. They walked back to me and turned my body to the right. One of them brushed the top of my head and said, “It’s alright. Everybody does that. Just go home and never tell anyone.” With that he nudged my body forward and my legs started moving seemingly by themselves. I never did tell anyone. Never. Thirty years later, while still agonizing over the event, I realized that although I didn’t tell anyone, those two guys told other kids. Lots of other kids. Soon lots of others wanted the same thing. No one ever laughed at me or tortured me verbally in public. I just became the secret neighborhood twink. By the time Doug and I became such good friends at fifteen years old, I had been handed a reputation. The only problem with my reputation is the fact that it’s not accurate. They all thought I liked giving guys a blow job. They all thought I was a flaky-puff, a fem, and they had other words that were more harsh. I never went looking to have sex with these guys. They all came and grabbed me. Even Doug. In a way he spoke like a dominant male; telling me, “Just get your ass over here and blow me.” If I refused any of these guys, they would have exposed me to the larger group of kids. By the time Doug and I became friends, my sexual development was already fixated; I react sexually when I am around certain men. Other men can control my sexual activity. My wife Jan definitely had the potential to do that with me. She controls me. That’s what drew me to her in the first place. Billy was already engaged in taking control of my sex life. I hated it and I loved and needed it even more. Now he wants to fuck my wife. And he wants me to be the one to tell her. He wants me to do the work. How am I ever going to break the news to her? My thoughts became more fluid as I drove. I found myself wondering why my wife didn’t tell me she was sending me to Billy’s place to get the box? She must have known. And why did she make this sudden request after I sent the text to Billy saying I won't go to him. He must have called Jan and arranged for her to send me there. He was using her like he used me. And the box? The mystery box? What the hell is in it? The box was taped shut and looked like it had been taped that way for a long time. The box was old and dusty. I turned into my driveway and was trying to let my overly hardened dick relax and get soft. Walking into my house and greeting Jan with a raging hard dick would not be cool. That would lead to much wonder on her part. Billy’s condom was still warm and it felt good right where it was plopped. I left it there in my briefs. Jan and I kissed and she had some dinner waiting for me. So we talked about the meeting and potential new clients. Out of the blue, Jan asks, “What did Billy have to say?” There was my chance to tell her. The words were on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t release them. They felt stuck in my throat. “Oh. I almost forgot. The box. I have the box in my car.” I went out to get the box for Jan. When I handed it to her I asked, “Why didn’t you tell me it was Billy who would give me the box? All you gave me was his address.” “Oh. I’m sorry. I thought I put his name in the text.” she said. Jan wasn’t concerned and didn’t think it was a big deal. She had seen Billy and me talking together. She had no clue what he was doing to me. Jan took the box and set it in her closet in the bedroom. I wondered why she hadn’t opened it and looked at the contents. I wanted to ask her, ‘What the hell is in there?’ As I finished my dinner, I asked Jan, “Aren’t you going to open the box?” She explained, “No. I know what it is. Billy and I had a storage garage when we were together. He told me he found the box and I just thought it would be a good time to pick it up seeing you were right there.” She sort of ended the conversation about the box and went right back to Billy. “So what did you and Billy talk about?” It felt so obvious to me that Billy was on her mind. “He told me he misses you. He always talks about you when we talk.” I couldn’t pull myself to insert the word, ‘fucking’. I should have said, ‘He told me he misses fucking you.’ That’s what he wanted me to tell her. I began to feel fear that Jan would want to dig deeper into Billy’s words and I wasn’t ready to tell her that he still wants to fuck her one more time. I knew I had to find a way, and I would have to think hard to find a way to tell her. I went downstairs to shower and get ready for bed. I was sort of sad that I had to now open the condom and swallow Billy’s cum before kissing Jan goodnight. After shaving, I took the cum filled condom into the shower with me to keep it warm. Just before coming back upstairs I placed a tiny pin hole in the top of the condom. Careful not to spill any of it, I squeezed his cum out in a tiny stream. It felt more like a water gun shooting into me. I enjoyed the sensation. The sneaking around, the mischief he was leading me into felt so good. I slowly swallowed a mouthful of it and felt it sliding down. I placed a little more on my tongue and went upstairs. Jan was already in bed, so I bent over the side and kissed her goodnight. I could feel Billy’s cum sliding between our tongues. It was like he was coming between our sex life. I started shaking in excitement and felt my dick begin to release a lot of pre cum. I wanted to grab my dick so badly and just release my cum like Billy did earlier. I wanted to be like him. I told Jan I was going to watch a little television before going to bed. That was not uncommon for me. Instead of using the living room I went downstairs to my den and couldn’t help but finish what was in the condom. The last few drops went on my dick and I stroked myself. The orgasm was sensational. Jan and I had our first cum kiss. I never imagined another man in the mix would be so exciting and stimulating. I could no more tell another person what I just did any more than I could ever tell another person that I was the neighborhood twink and guys used me a lot.

As my friend Rob and I finished this part of the story, we were both having a blast. Rob is never silly and doesn’t laugh a great deal. He prefers the more masculine and serious personality. That doesn’t mean he never laughs. When something strikes him he usually lets out a deep and guttural big man laugh. It doesn’t last long, but anyone nearby would know something just happened that Rob liked. As I was telling the part about my best friend Doug I noticed the giant bulge in his jeans. He was getting hard thinking about the story. He was just like the guys who we were emailing sections of the story to. When Rob first heard me describe how Billy dropped his cum filled condom into my briefs, Rob grabbed his cock and moaned. I looked at him and he knew I was aware that his cock was getting stimulated. The story was burning its way into him. So I asked him, “Rob, do you want to write the end of this section?” Trying to adjust his stiffening cock, I could see the outline of its size and girth through his jeans. He saw me staring at his crotch. When I looked back up my eyes met his, he was smiling at me. My real wife came into the room as we were carrying on and thinking of scenes that best describe my story. Rob says, “We are fucking around writing a story. You should read this!” My wife sat down and Rob went on to tell her what we had been doing starting with the post I put up trying to find him a date for the weekend. Nothing ever came from the women who responded, so Rob started showing her the emails from the guys who wanted to know the connection between the wife’s ex husband (Billy), and her present husband (me). I was getting sick to my stomach because I had no idea how she would react. Rob held nothing back. He has nerves of steel. Not like me who has nerves of “mush”. That was no secret among the three of us. My real wife knows I am a lightweight guy. As Rob told her the story, my real wife laughed her ass off. She didn’t get angry at all. I was shocked. What stunned me even further, was when Rob invited my real wife to help create the ending to this section. “Yes!” she screamed. My real wife went over to Rob and sat down next to him on the sofa. She folded her legs comfortably under her body and asked me to hand her the pad I had taken notes on before writing the various sections. Rob looked at me and said, “You just sit your ass there and don’t say a word.” He was imitating Doug and Billy and he sort of suspected his words would drill into me. They did. And I hid my reaction. Here is what Rob and my real wife came up with. Jan came into the house all excited. “Oh my God! I can’t believe it. Linda’s daughter is getting married.” “Who the hell is Linda?” I asked. “You know Linda. My hairdresser. Her daughter is getting married. We have to go.” she exclaimed. “WOOO, WOOO, WOOO.” I said. “I’m not going. I don’t even know these people.” “You HAVE to go with me. You are my husband. Married couples always go to weddings.” Jan shouted back. Then she stomped around the house at the thought that I refused to go to a wedding with her. Like I didn’t want to be seen with her. “What the hell is the matter with you? Of course you are going to the wedding with me.” she demanded. After thirty minutes of arguing I finally backed down and said, “O Kay! Alright. I’ll go to the stupid wedding with you. Just stop yelling.” She calmed down, but I could tell she was still a bit angry with me for not wanting to go to the wedding. I didn’t think it was such a big deal. Apparently it was. Every few weeks I would get these random text messages from Billy asking, ‘Did you tell her?’ I would always write back saying I told her you said you miss her a lot. Once I told her you keep asking about our sex life. But Billy always made sure to text back a message demanding I tell her clearly, ‘Billy said he wants to fuck you one more time.’ That’s what he wanted. Billy wanted to fuck Jan and he wanted me to know he was doing it to her. How is a husband supposed to say that to his wife? He had me in agony. Months later the wedding day came. Jan and I attended as promised. I wasn’t looking forward to this wedding because I knew we would get stuck at a table where we didn’t know anyone. Just as expected, after the ceremony Jan and I found our assigned table. Other couples were already seated at the table when we arrived. Naturally the couples there first took the best seats. Jan and I had our backs to the dance floor and head table. Beside me were two empty chairs. I thought to myself, lucky guy. They probably decided not to attend. This is going to be dull. Before the dinner arrived, Jan said she had to go to the lady’s room and two of her friends decided to join her. I reached to get my drink and someone placed a cellphone on the table in front of me. I looked down and saw a pic of my face. My lips were kissing Billy’s cock. A jolt ran through my body which almost knocked me into unconsciousness. I grabbed the phone and turned it over before anyone saw that pic. Billy’s hand reached over and he grabbed his phone from me. He placed the phone in his back pocket and he sat down next to me. “Surprised?” he asked. “What are you doing here, Billy?” I was very uncomfortable with his sitting next to me. I was beginning to need deep breaths and I felt my heart racing in my chest. “The groom’s father is my best friend,” he explained. Billy had no date to bring to the wedding. I think he planned on just making an appearance and maybe have a drink with his friends. But when he spotted me, he changed his plans and decided to stay and sit with Jan and me. ‘How nice.’ I thought. When Jan came back to the table she spotted Billy sitting next to me. Billy got up and moved over so Jan would be sitting between us. She quickly engaged in conversation with him, thanking him for returning the box with her belongings. Billy was a smooth talker and he easily got a conversation going at the table. He told everyone that he and Jan used to be married. Then he laughed. Naturally everyone knew he had fucked her. The other men at the table looked at me like I was some kind of whimp. I felt sick and wanted to vomit. I said to Jan, I’m going out to have a cigarette on the patio. And I left the table. Before long Billy joined me on the patio. “What the hell are you doing to me?” I firmly said to him. “What?” he asked. “You are going to embarrass me with those pics. You want to hurt me. Don’t you? Why? What the hell did I ever do to you?” I was ranting. “Stop.” he said. Billy cut me off. “You have no idea how much I am protecting you.” he whispered in a comforting tone of voice. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want to own you. There’s a difference.” Billy’s eyes glared into my eyes like daggers. He was dead serious and I couldn’t figure it out. “Come with me.” he insisted. I followed Billy to the bar where he bought us drinks. His muscle friends quickly joined him. These men were stacked with muscles. They were all unbelievably gorgeous. Billy introduced me as his friend and as the conversation turned he kept putting me on a pedestal. He was paying attention to me more than his other friends. He did exactly what my best friend Doug used to do to me. It was perfect. For the rest of the wedding celebration, Billy kept me close to his side. Jan took notice. She talked and had fun with her girlfriends, but her eyes were on me and Billy. I came over to her at one point to make sure I was not ignoring her. But she told me she was glad Billy and I were getting along so nicely. “He’s not a bad guy.” she told me. Then she wanted me to have some fun with the guys at the bar. I went back to Billy’s side and I have to say, I loved the way he could make me feel like I was more of a man than I was. We both knew it. I had a blast with him that afternoon and into the evening. He never threatened to hurt me with those pics he had of me. He just pulled me into his circle of friends and all the other guys at the wedding were a bit jealous of me. Driving home Jan kept talking about Billy and me and how happy she was that we could get along. She didn’t hate him. She just couldn’t live with him as her husband. I did enjoy my time with him because he treated me like a man. I am a man. I’m just not like Billy. He is my opposite. I turned into our driveway and as we got out of the car another car pulled into the driveway. We both stopped and looked to see who it was. The headlights went off and the engine shut off. The driver’s door opened and Billy stepped out of his pick up truck. “Hey guys.” Billy said. “I’m a little too drunk to drive all the way to Boston. Can I crash here?” Billy stepped up to Jan and he put his strong arms around her neck. She giggled. Jan looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders. “Of course you can.” she said to Billy. Then she invited him in. Once in the living room, Billy sat down on the sofa while Jan went to her bathroom. I kicked my shoes off and sat in the recliner on the other side of the room. We talked about the wedding and Billy’s friends. Jan joined us and sat on the other end of the sofa. “Honey, now that we are home safe why don’t you make us some drinks.” she said to me. So I quickly got up and went into the kitchen and made three gin and tonics. I grabbed their two drinks and went into the living room to find Billy with his arm around her neck. He wasn’t kissing her lips, but he was necking with her. Jan had her head draping back like she wanted him to lick, kiss and bite her neck. Billy’s hand was on her knee and as soon as I was in the room, he slid his hand between her legs and started squeezing her kitty. Jan moaned loudly. She immediately spread her legs open for him. She was melting like butter on a grill in his arms. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Not knowing what to do, I put their drinks down and went back to the kitchen. I grabbed my stomach and folded over near the sink. I was cradling my anxiety. There were so many feelings filling my body I could never describe them all. They were conflicting feelings and awesome feelings all mixed together. Trying to act normal, I took my drink and went back to the living room. I looked and saw Billy had his pants already unbuckled, his zipper was down and he had pulled his pants down just far enough to expose his very large cock and balls. He was still massaging her kitty and her hand reached down to grab his cock. Billy pulled her dress over her head and he tore her bra so it fell off her breasts and dropped down to his cock. She pointed his cock toward me and said, “This is what I want.” And she dropped her head down on his cock and sucked him. Billy quickly grabbed two crops of her hair and he shoved his cock all the way in. I couldn’t believe any person could ever take his giant thick cock all the way down, but there was Jan with her lips pressed deep into his pubic hair. Billy pumped his hips hard, slamming his body into her face five or six times before pulling his cock out of her throat. She quickly took it in again and began sucking on it. A second time he firmly slammed her face against the base of his cock making her take it all deep. She was gagging and making ugly sounds in her throat. But she stayed there and continued. After a few minutes, Billy pushed her back like she was a rag to be used. He told her, “Get into bed.” Which she obediently did. Billy stood up, my wife’s bra was dr*ped over his cock and he walked over to me. He cock slapped me a few times and said, “Jan will always be your wife. But she will always be my slut. She will become my whore. She will suck and fuck whoever I tell her to. And you will become my little faggot boy. You will suck my friends' cocks when I tell you to. When I am here for her, you will do exactly what I tell you to do. Do you understand me?” “I think so. But I’m afraid.” I said to him. “I will take care of everything. Don’t worry.” he assured me. Then he went on to say, “I know what you need and I will take care of you too. You are mine now.” And he went into my bedroom and spent the night with my wife. There were sounds coming from the bed that tore me apart. I never heard my wife scream with such desires. She was begging Billy for more and more. All night long I heard them talking shit talk. He was telling her that she was his whore and she begged for it. They must have had mad sex at least 5 times before it started getting light outside. Jan called out to me. She told me to get them breakfast. Billy was still unconscious in my bed. I made them some bacon and eggs, along with orange juice and toast. They ate on the back deck as I took the soaking wet sheets off the bed. I put them in the washer and brought up clean sheets to make the bed. Billy told me to get a gym bag from his car. After they ate, Jan stepped into her shower and Billy wanted me downstairs with him as he showered and took his clean change of clothes out of his gym bag. After he showered he wanted me to dry his body. I put his clean boxers on his naked body and kissed his cock before he pulled them up. He knows I need him. He knows Jan needs him. And as he walked to his truck, he put his arms around my neck, pulled me in, and said, “You are a sub.”

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Rob and my real wife sent a copy of the section they just finished to each of the nine men who had been asking for more of the story. They were both definitely turned on by something we were creating. From where I sat I could see Rob’s crotch. His cock would begin to swell and then go soft as they wrote this section. I think a bomb could have gone off under the sofa where they sat and they wouldn’t have noticed. My wife looked into Rob’s eyes with all the seriousness you can imagine as he hit the ‘send’ tab. Then she laughed. Rob put the laptop down on the coffee table and we all went in the kitchen to make drinks. It was mid afternoon on a Saturday. My wife and I always go out to dinner on Saturdays and since Rob had no date, we invited him to join us. He accepted. Before I could finish making three gin and tonics, the laptop sounded; indicating an email had just arrived. The two of them ran like kids to see who said what about their story. I was right in the middle of saying something and they both totally ignored me. Like I was nothing. “What the hell, you guys…” I shouted. My wife shouted back, “Quiet. We’re busy.” and she laughed. Rob read the reply to her quietly. I couldn’t hear what was said. Before they finished, a second reply arrived and the two of them sat down reading and sending messages back. Every so often Rob would let out a big loud laugh and quickly put his emotions back in check. My wife had more trouble holding in her laughter. She giggled all afternoon. I never dreamed she would be so interested in this stuff. She was emailing guys she didn’t know. I had to believe she felt safe with Rob at her side; making it possible for her to take this risk. One guy wanted to know why Jan started craving her ex-husband. My wife (playing the role of Jan), replied, “I know him. He is not a bad guy and he does have a killer body.” Another time she wrote, “I sort of like him. I just can’t live with him.” Rob kept playing the role of Billy, the ex-husband, and saying things like “I know how to drive her crazy with passion. She knows what she’s going to get and she loves it.” Almost every man they were emailing loved the part about the invitation to the wedding. I’m sure my wife got very happy about that because it was her idea for the story. On and on they went having a blast. At five PM my wife decided she was going to shower and get ready for dinner. Rob went home where he got ready and I showered in our downstairs bathroom. When I came back upstairs, my wife was still in the bathroom and I heard her texting back and forth with someone. Not uncommon, she often does a lot of texting with her sisters on Saturday afternoons. Rob came back to the house at six thirty and made himself a drink. As he stood with his back to me, I couldn’t help but notice how manly his body was. The shape of his thick neck, his back, his ass cheeks, his legs, all of him, were shockingly perfect. I wanted to be like him. I knew why I liked him so much, but I wondered why he liked me. I was not like him or his other friends. Much like Billy at the wedding, Rob kept me close to him for years. He could make me look good when he was with his other friends. I loved doing things for him because I could make him happy and when he is happy with me, he really likes me. More than that, Rob had a way of making me feel needed. He would say things that indicated how much he needs me. How important I am. He may have had a much better body and looks, but I had a much better mind and intellect. He loved talking to me about life issues and he always took my reflections to heart. As friends, we were a good match. He took a sip of his drink and, without making eye contact, he said, “Open your pants. I have a treat for you.” I have no idea what possessed me to trust him so much, but I unbuckled my pants for him. Rob stepped in front of me, pulled my pants and briefs open and dropped in a warm cum filled condom saying, “Keep this warm till we get home.” He had it in his shirt pocket. A second time, he reached into his pocket and took out another condom. This one had some warm piss. “Don’t break this.” and he plopped it in my briefs. The sensation quickly set my heart rate into rapid motion.. I felt light headed at first. Rob sort of smiled at himself, then turned back to the counter to get his drink. As I stood back I noticed my dick had inflated in excitement. I didn’t know exactly where that came from sinse I hadn’t been thinking of sex at all. It was Rob I had been thinking of, and our friendship. Before I had time to react, my wife joined us in the kitchen. She looked so nice. Her hair was dark brown with nice waives. Not quite shoulder length but definitely attractive. Her top was sitting perfectly on her body. She is not petit or slender, but she knew how to use her body to make a man look twice. I complimented her. Rob asked her if any of the old trolls had sent another reply to the emails? My wife laughed and told him she hadn’t been looking. I don’t know if you have ever felt the sensation of another man’s warm cum and piss up against your dick and balls, but I can assure you the feelings make it impossible to think. It was impossible to concentrate or carry on a conversation. And now, I had to carry this with me in public. It was our secret. Just Rob and I knew and I never felt so close to any man before that moment. “Ready?” my wife asked. She was ready to go and started for the door. Rob and I finished our drinks quickly and we were off to dinner. I drove the full size SUV, my wife sat beside me and Rob got into the back seat. He was a little too large of a man to be comfortable back there, so my wife made me bring my seat forward a lot so he could move his legs. I could feel the condoms squeezing. All the way to the restaurant she sat side saddle in her seat so she could look at Rob and continue a conversation. We arrived and were seated. My wife likes this restaurant a lot because the owner’s girlfriend always comes over to talk with her. Girl talk. It’s a nice place, clean and she and I are both very comfortable at that place. We ordered some drinks and appetizers. Rob moved his chair closer to my wife’s chair and showed her his cellphone. He had opened the email address and a few guys had written back asking questions about Billy and Jan. Without talking about a response, Rob just typed in some answers. My wife kept giggling and rolling her eyes. Rob would look at her and smile. I saw her smiling back and I was happy she liked him because I liked him a lot. After we finished our appetisers, Rob went to the men’s room. The owner’s girlfriend came over to my wife and asked “Who the hell is that?” Meaning Rob. “He is fucking hot.” she whispered as she fanned herself to cool down. My wife laughed. “He is Rob, my husband’s best friend. He doesn’t have a date tonight so we took him with us.” And my wife laughed. “Oh dear God!” she exclaimed. She tried to say it softly, but I heard it and both women knew I heard what they were saying. My phone sent me an alert. I looked and read a text, “Tell your wife I want to fuck her.” It was from Rob. He was texting me from the men’s room. Lol. I wanted to laugh out loud. But that would turn to shit. I may not be the most manly guy on earth, but I am not stupid. I didn’t react. I didn’t want my wife to ask me, “Who is texting you?” Or, “What did he want?” So I casually texted back, “You are the BULL. Tell her yourself. LOL” Why should I have to be the one to do all of the work? He is the BULL. He is the man. He is the one who should know what to do and what to say. Let him say what needs to be said. “Come hold this for me.” The texts started going back and forth. I knew he was pissing in the men’s room and the story of Billy was on his mind. Rob was playing with me. I wanted him to stop before my wife caught on and I would have to explain, but he didn’t. He loved the story and he was having fun with me. After dinner, Rob and my wife left the table before I had a chance to complete the credit card transaction for dinner. I walked out alone and found my wife in her regular seat and Rob was now sitting in the driver’s seat. I paused in front of the car and looked at Rob. “Really?” I questioned. My wife replied back, “Oh come on, honey. He is too big a man to sit in the back. Just get in.” I was happy the ride home didn’t take long. I felt embarrassed sitting in the back. Like I was being pushed aside by the both of them. I could tolerate the emotions because I loved them both, and they were having fun. But more than that, I obeyed my wife because of what I was carrying in my briefs. I didn’t want to push Rob. He could have told my wife and they would have had a field day with me. A mixture of fear and shame sort of invaded my body and there was nothing I could do about it. On the drive home I thought to myself, ‘Why didn’t you just go get rid of the condoms in the men’s room?’ That would have been easy. But to tell you the truth, I never thought of it. It never dawned on me to get rid of them; and there they sat, warm and safe. Before getting out of the car Rob said to us, “I’ve had a bit too much to drink. You guys mind if I crash here tonight?” He was playing out the story. Just as Billy wanted to spend the night with his ex-wife and her husband, so too was Rob wanting to experience the story. He didn’t want to just read it, or hear it. He wanted to live it. My wife looked back at me to see what I thought. I shrugged my shoulders indicating, ‘It’s fine with me.’ We have a spare bedroom. “Sure you can.” my wife said to him. We went into the house and Rob went right for another drink. My wife went into her bathroom to change into something more comfortable. She came out wearing an oversized T-shirt she likes. It dr*pes way down to her knees. I noticed she also took off her bra. Rob made one drink for him and one for my wife. As he turned to hand my wife her drink, he accidentally dropped the dish towel. My wife bent down to pick it up. But she didn’t bend ladylike. She didn’t squat down bending her knees. Rather, she put both legs together and bent straight over as she would if she were doing toe touching exercises. Rob took that as his invitation. Whenever a woman bends over like that, she is inviting a man to sex. The second he saw her ass, he placed one hand on her back, holding her down in place. He believed when a woman sends out an invitation like that, the worst thing a man can do is hesitate. It only takes a second to know if the woman is going to reject his reaction. My wife stayed bent over and Rob placed his other hand right on the crack of her ass. Slowly he pressed his fingers down lower between her legs. I saw him giving her these little love squeezes and then press in further. She spread her legs and he cupped her kitty. Rob reached under her night shirt and found her naked underneath. She had no panties on and his finger went right to massaging the lips of her kitty. After a few moments he had her stand up and he turned her around. He lifted her nightshirt off her body and picked her up off her feet. Rob placed her naked body on the kitchen table. They began to neck kiss and he was licking her neck as his hands massaged her breasts. He began sucking her breasts and placing little bites on her niples. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she never looked over at me watching. It was clear she was enjoying what Rob was doing to her. Rob then took her left foot and placed it on the left corner of the kitchen table, followed by her right foot on the right corner. He placed his hands on her knees and quickly spread her knees as far apart as he could. My wife moaned and her ass cheeks lifted off the table, leaving her kitty out in the wide open air. It looked like her kitty was presenting itself to Rob for his use. Rob moved his face down between her legs and shoved his tongue into her body. She was squirming and moaning much louder now and Rob unbuckled his pants and slid them to the floor. He stepped out of them and took his boxers off. He was wearing a pull over shirt so he had to stand and lift his shirt off his body. He slid my wife's ass cheeks to the edge of the table and he inserted his very impressive thick man cock into her. Slowly at first, but as her hips kept pumping forward he allowed more of it to penetrate her. I watched as he placed one hand under her ass and the other behind her back. He pulled her body to his as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was screaming now, and shouting things I never heard her say. Rob walked to our bedroom with his cock deeply planted in my wife’s kitty, and using his foot, he closed the door. Tightly. She screamed and moaned and pleaded for over an hour before they fell silent. An hour passed and they started again. It went on several times. I wasn’t counting but I estimate they fucked hard four or five times during the night. I slept on the sofa with the two condoms still in place. Orgasms were not difficult for me to have and I was soaked all night long. That night, my friend Rob consumated himself into our marriage. He would go on to be her favorite lover along with what came to be her select lovers and of course, every man she decided she wanted to fuck her, would fuck her. Her body was now fully her property and she would do with it as she pleases. I, of course, became the servant for her many bulls who taught her many things she could now do with me. You know, going from fantasy to reality really isn’t as hard as many husbands think. You only have to find the right combination of things. In this case, I didn’t even have to do a thing. Rob never talked about it with her. There was no asking. Women just know.