My Wife and My Virgin Friends Pt. 03

After what felt like the longest night of my life, morning broke. The day's first rays of light sneaking through our window, marking this sleepless night as complete.

Claire slept soundly beside me. An angel in human form. Her curly brown hair resting on her cute freckled face. Her soft supple skin so clear and pale that it shimmered in the early morning light. It made me want to kiss my way down her body until my face was between her perfect full chest, smothering myself in her perfect deep cleavage.

She was an angel... she just wasn't only my angel anymore...

I couldn't stop thinking about what she asked for last night. Taking things further. Loosening the rules...

I couldn't believe just how much the thought of it excited me. All night when I should have been sleeping I'd been fantasising about her. Claire in her sexy maid outfit, 'cleaning' her master's cock. Serving some man who didn't appreciate her at all, who only thought of her as a toy to be used...

If it was that simple, I might have said yes. Yes to letting other guys touch her body. Yes to letting her touch their cocks. Yes to letting them cum all over her face.

But it wasn't that simple.

She still didn't know that I knew. That the people who hired her for her maid job were our best friends. That Jimmy, Tim and Dorian of all people would be the ones I was giving her permission to mess around with. Our filthy, perverted, socially awkward virgin friends.

There was something darkly exciting about that. About those guys of all people treating my beautiful, funny, intelligent wife as some slutty bang maid. But that was just the fantasy of it. We'd been discovering a whole new side to our relationship lately, and letting her run wild with my friends felt like jumping into the Mariana trench before learning how to swim.

The best thing to do would be to put a stop to things. To tell her to cancel her new 'maid' job and explore these new desires in a safer environment.

But we did need the money...

Claire had brought home two hundred dollars, plus a tip of a hundred more, for only a few measly hours of 'work'. We wanted to buy a house, we wanted to start a family. As much as I didn't want her to take things further with those guys, that kind of money wasn't something we could afford to say no to.

"Mhmm morning sleepy head." Claire rolled over to me, snuggling with me under the sheets. "You're up early today."

"Couldn't sleep." I told her. Kissing her forehead.

"Oh? And here I thought you would have slept like a log after cuming so hard last night." Claire giggled. Her hair rubbing my crotch through my pants. "Seems like your 'log' is still as hard as ever..."

"How am I supposed to sleep with my perfect sexy wife sleeping naked right next to me?" I chuckled. Kissing her on the lips as my hands made their way down her curves.

"I'm not just your perfect sexy wife anymore." Claire had a cute impish smile on her face. She rolled over on top of me. Straddling my thighs with her hands on my chest. Her soft bouncy boobs hanging right above me, tantalisingly close while being just out of reach. "I'm also Master's perfect sexy maid!"

"Yeah, uhh... about that."

"I still have your used condom from last night tied up." Claire stared off into the distance. Grinding her pussy on my hard bulge. "I wonder how Master would react if I showed up with it tied to my skirt... Maybe he'd want to add a few of his own..."

"Claire? I think umm... I think that-"

"He probably wouldn't want to use a condom though, if one could even fit him..." Soft moans escaped her lips as she rubbed herself on me. "Master's cock is too good to be kept covered up with a pathetic condom..."

"Claire? Baby?" I shook her arm a little to get her attention.

"Hmm? Oh sorry! I thought you'd want a tease to help deal with that morning wood." Claire wasn't usually this horny first thing in the morning. Normally that would be a good thing, but I'd been thinking this over all night long and needed to get it out right away.

"I love how eager to please you are baby, but I wanted to talk about that maid job." I watched as her sweet seductive smile faded.

"I thought you liked me being a sexy maid." She said. Her disappointment leaking into her tone.

"I do! I really do!" I reassured her.

"And we need the money..."

"It's not that I want you to stop. It's just..." This conversation was going differently than it did in my head. The exhaustion of a sleepless night made it hard to concentrate on saying things right. "It's just... maybe you could..."

I wanted to tell her to find a new client, but that felt stupid now. Where else was she going to find cashed up horny guys willing to pay so much just to have her tease them. And how was I supposed to ask her for that without letting her know that I knew just who her 'Master' was.

"Take more pictures for you?" The smile returned to her face as she thought she guessed what I was thinking.

"Y-yeah... exactly..." I couldn't stop myself from going with it. She was so excited by this, so happy. I couldn't bare to see her frown.

"Mhmmm well I don't think master will have any problems with that! And it's only fair that you get to have your fun as well!" Claire leaned forward. Her heavy chest hanging down inches away from my face, Her hand pressing down on me the only thing stopping me from shoving my head between them.

"Right sooo... Make sure anything you do is recorded and sent to me." Maybe this could still work. If she had to send me everything she was doing then she was bound to keep things tamer.

"So my big man can jerk off to his maid wife serving her Master's big fat cock~" Claire purred. A hand slipping into my shorts and slowly stroking my cock.

"Fuuck... you're still turned on from last night aren't you?" I asked. My breaths getting tighter.

"Says you." She giggled. Jerking my hard cock a little faster.

She was so sexy right now. Her boobs jiggled as she stroked my cock. Her cute blue eyes dripped with desire as they rolled back in her head. Teeth biting her lips in anguish as she made us both ride the edge of an orgasm.

"Have you thought anymore about what we talked about?" She moaned while stroking my cock. "Loosening those rules and tightening your pleasure?"

"I.. ughhh..." Claire was jerking me even faster now. Building me closer and closer to orgasm.

"A Master should be able to touch his maid right?" She purred. "To slap his cock on her and cum all over her body!"

Fuuck... She knew what she was doing. Asking me while straddling me like this. But knowing what she was doing didn't make it any harder to resist. I did want to see her get touched by another man. To see her beautiful freckled face get slapped by his thick meaty cock.

I just didn't want that man to be one of our gross perverted virgin friends.

"You can..." I swallowed deep. "You can let him touch you... but that's it. I don't want him cuming on you yet."

"Mhmmm... yet?" Claire smiled. Jerking me even harder and faster. Pumping my cock with her slender hands right up until...

Until I just started to cum.

"Ohh- F-Fuuck." I groaned as cum poured out of my cock. My cock dumping its load on her hand without me actually getting any of the pleasure of cuming.

"Oh, shit! Sorry babe!" Claire winced. "I just wanted to tease you! I didn't mean to ruin it..."

"That's... that's okay..." I took deep breaths. Recovering from the entirely unsatisfying orgasm.

"I wanted you to cum in my mouth... but I guess that'll have to wait for tonight." Claire winked at me. Getting out of the bed and walking into our bathroom.

"Soo... does that mean..."

"That I'm working again tonight?" Claire said from the bathroom. "Yeah. My Master is still so, sooo dirty. He needs his maid to clean him all up!"

The sound of the shower turning on drowned out Claire's giggles. She was really getting into this new role, I'd never seen her like this before. Thinking about it, I'd never seen myself like this before either.

My dick was semi-hard with cum dribbling out of it, but I was still horny as all hell. I couldn't believe what I'd just agreed to. Giving my permission for her to let the guys grope her, to touch her like they'd always fantasised about. It felt so wrong and dirty, I'd barely had the restraint to say no to letting them cum on her.

How far was I going to let this go? How far would she take it? I wasn't sure in the slightest, and that made it all the more exciting. So long as I didn't think about who she was doing it with...

Maybe I just needed to stop thinking about it. It wasn't like I was a hundred percent sure it was the guy's place she was cleaning. Only about ninety nine percent sure. Maybe Dorian telling her he would see her was just a coincidence. Maybe she knew another unattractive yet charismatic perverted loser who was willing to pay an exorbitant amount of money to have her clean his filthy house in a slutty costume...

Yeah... That was possible...

A buzz on the bedside table got my attention. Claire's phone. Locked and charging, with a new notification.

The contact's name was just 'Master' with a pink love heart next to it. Weird. I didn't think she was really into emojis?

I couldn't read the full message without opening her phone and removing the notification. I didn't want Claire seeing that I had snooped around on her phone, so I only read what I could.

'How's my maid slut doing this morning? Don't forget to bring the oil for those milkers today. My back's been aching and...'

My heart started racing again thinking about Claire oiling up her tits. Gliding her hands over them, lifting them up and letting them drop back down.

Fuck I wish she would have let me cum properly. I couldn't stop myself from fantasising about her.

If his back was aching, then he'd need a massage. Maybe with the oil she would be bringing... Maybe she'd even rub it right from her tits onto his skin...

I had to stop myself. Force myself to calm down. I doubted she would actually do something like that to him... she would probably just let him get a few squeezes in and then embellish the story for me.

Yeah. Just because she had permission to touch, didn't mean she could touch him with her tits. That was like, an entirely different thing. Not something she would think she was allowed to do...

"You plan on getting ready?" Claire asked.

She was already out of the shower. Dried and with her make-up on.

Fuck. How long had I been fantasising for? Did I drift off to sleep? I'd have to rush to work if I wanted to make it in time.

"Shit." I threw off my clothes. Rushing towards the shower when I noticed Claire getting dressed.

She was pulling a pencil skirt up her legs, her juicy ass bent over. Her leaky pussy perfectly framed from behind. A beautiful sight, but also a slightly concerning one.

"Are you going to put panties on babe?" I asked. Standing inside the bathroom doorway.

"Maids don't wear panties sweety~" She giggled back.

"Yeah but uhh... I think maybe you should wear them." I was too tired to talk properly, but she got what I meant. Even if she wasn't going to wear them in her maid outfit, she still needed to wear them for work.

"Really? But Master said he would... oh! I get it!" Claire bit her lips again. Staring at me. "Mmhmm good thinking babe. What pair should I wear?"

She did understand. Good. I didn't have time to debate this back and forth.

"Any pair should be fine." I told her. Blowing her a kiss as left to get the shower running.

"I think I know just what to wear..." I could hear her giggling as the shower ran. I didn't know what was so funny, but I guess she was just in a good mood.

"I'll keep you updated babe." Claire was dressed now. About to leave for the day. "And tell you all about the fun I had once I'm home!"

"I can't wait." I told her. Rubbing off the steam from the shower to see her at the doorway. "Love you."

"Love you too babe." She blew me a kiss. "Now more than ever."

As she walked out the door I couldn't stop thinking about tonight. About what those lips would be doing while she was working as a 'Maid'...

But I didn't have time to fantasise. I would be late enough as is.

And besides... Anything I could imagine would be nothing compared to the real thing.

***

I had felt like a zombie by the time I made it into work. The sleepless night weighted on my eyelids, and what little thought capacity I had left was busy thinking about Claire.

I almost made it to lunchtime without passing out at my desk. Almost. But the operations meeting just dragged on and on, and before I even knew it I was face down on my desk with a pool of drool beside me.

I would have been caught out if it wasn't for Claire. The buzz from her text was the only thing that could have woken me I was so tired.

I opened my phone before I even wiped away the drool. I don't know what I was expecting her to send at this time of day, but I knew I needed to see it right now.

The picture was of Claire, standing in front of a bathroom mirror. She had this sexy coy look in her eyes, biting a finger seductively. But as sexy and cute her freckled face was, my eyes were glued down low.

She had pulled up her panties, revealing what panties she'd worn today. They were my favourite pair, the first one I'd ever seen her in. The one she wore on our first night together.

Blue and white stripes. The classic 'Anime girl' panties. They were a simple pair, but oh so sexy. They were older, and a little worn down, but still wearable. Although they looked tighter than ever on her. If I zoomed in on the picture, I could see the outline of her pussy. Her shaven mound and juicy lips. It was enough to instantly get me hard again.

"Wow babe! You look amazing!!" I wrote back. Love heart reacting to her picture.

"Aww thanks bby ♡♡♡" She texted back. "I'm glad you like it! Master thought I looked cute here too!"

She was sending these to Dorian as well?? That made me feel a little uneasy, but I guess it wasn't surprising. She wasn't showing off that much, but it still felt a little intimate.

"How about this one?"

This picture was closer, Claire's upper body only. She was looking away from the camera and blushing, but with a mischievous smile and her tongue out.

She had pulled her top off, her perfect plump boobs centre of frame. Written in the same lipstick she was wearing now were the words 'Master's' and then 'Slut', one word for each tit.

"Don't worry, I censored it for you honey!" Claire wrote while I took the picture in.

Technically she wasn't lying. She'd at least taken the time to cover her nipples with emojis before sending it, but she clearly didn't take a close look at it. The stickers barely covered her areolas, that tantalisingly pink flesh peaking out from behind the love heart cover.

"Umm... u look really hot!!! But maybe don't show this one to anyone else? Ur face is in the pic so..." I texted her. Hoping that would be enough to convince her not to send them.

"Soz bby, Master gets first dibs on everything I send ;)"

So Dorian would have already downloaded the selfie by now... which meant even while texting I was getting his sloppy seconds...

I started writing my response when she texted again. "G2G now before I get caught! Oh and I'll be going straight from work to 'work', so don't wait up ;)"

She was such a tease. Getting me all excited and then running off. And writing something like that on her chest? At work?? I never knew she had it in her.

She probably was only teasing about sending the pictures to her master first. Maybe she wasn't even sending them to him at all. Even though she was really getting into the whole 'maid's thing and having a 'master', Dorian was still Dorian. I knew she liked him the least out of all my friends, and she even admitted that she didn't find him attractive at all.

I think she enjoyed the idea of having a 'master' more than the real thing. It was something she could tease me about, something that gave her a thrill, but we both knew it wasn't serious. Dorian was a perv and a creep, but he wasn't a treat to me.

I mean, what did a virgin loser like him have that could compete with me?

Another buzz snapped me out of my daydreaming. One last picture from Claire it seemed.

The picture was taken from down low, looking up at Claire. She looked down at the camera, staring into it with her bright blue eyes while biting her lips. The picture was clearly taken at her desk quickly, but she had still pulled her top down, with one boob out but covered up with her hand. She was griping herself so tightly, her hand digging into the soft plump flesh of her big boobs. Seeing her like that in public was almost enough to make me cum in my pants, and that wasn't even the best part of the picture.

At the bottom of the image, close enough to the camera to see the goosebumps on her skin, were her panties. Those cute, sentimental panties were squished between her red, needy, pussy lips. Pulled up hard into a front wedgie, and completely drenched in her pussy juices. It was by far the sexyiest, sluttiest thing she'd ever send me. Captioned "Can't wait to serve ur huge dick tonight♡" with some lewd looking emojis thrown in. She must have been as horny as I was to write that, she didn't normally call my cock huge.

I couldn't help but feel smug as I stared at the picture. I knew there was no way Claire would send a picture like this to Dorian. It was solid proof to me that she was bluffing. I doubted she'd even sent one of the selfies to him. They were all for me, just her having some fun teasing me. That made far more sense than the alternative. That Claire was giving my filthy virgin friends her nudes before showing me them.

Acting on impulse, I rushed into the bathroom. Finding an empty stall and dropping my pants, holding my hard cock in the palm of my hand, snapping a picture to send to Claire.

"It's going to make you scream all night long!" I sent. It had been a while since we sent each other anything like this, and the thrill washed over me as the messages were ticked as read.

I stayed in the toilet, waiting for her response. Dying with anticipation to see what she might send next. Another sexy selfie? With her panties down around her ankles, fingers digging into her wet pussy! Or maybe she would beg me to leave work right now, and take her on her desk for everyone to see.

"?"

"Oh! Yeah cant wait."

Huh... Not quite what I was expecting.

I guess she did tell me she was going back to work, and that she didn't want to get caught. Fuck, I messed up didn't I. She had risked sending that pic to me and me alone, and like the dumb horny guy I was I had to push my luck.

I love heart reacted to her message and left it at that. She was busy and I didn't want to piss her off more by interrupting. I'd see her again soon enough, and prove my words to her in person.

*****

I left work early this time, just to be sure. I walked in the door, put some food in the oven and dropped my pants. Claire had already sent her first updates as I was driving home, and I was actually excited to read them. I'd gotten over the initial feelings of jealousy, and was embracing this new kink. Claire knew the boundaries, and I trusted her to keep them. I was safe in the knowledge that whatever the guys got to see or do with Claire, I would be getting so much more.

The first picture was a normal selfie, captioned 'Ride's almost here. R u excited yet bby??"

I was. Sitting on the couch I pulled my cock out of my boxers. Holding my stiff dick in my hands as I read on.

"Master brought everyone to pick me up today!!"

The next picture was taken from inside Dorian's car. Claire was in the backseat, squeezed between Tom and Jimmy. She wasn't showing their faces of course, but it was so obviously them. Jimmy looked like he was frozen, arms holding onto his legs for dear life. Tom was far less shy. He already had his hand on her thigh. A casual, intimate touch. I wondered if Claire knew that I knew. If this was a part of her game, or if she really thought I wasn't figuring it out. I could have confronted her about it, but that felt like it would spoil things. Like it would ruin this exciting new game before it even really began.

The next picture down took me by surprise, like when you were walking up the stairs and you thought there was one more step than there was. Dorian must have taken the picture from the front of the car, because Claire was on her knees, turned around in her seat. She only wore her undergarments, bending over to stick her panty covered ass out. Her head was turned back, staring at the camera. Staring at me.

"Master wanted me to get changed before we went inside ♡ dont worry, I made them look away(>‿◠)✌"

Stickers covered the guys faces, so I couldn't be sure if she was telling the truth. I trusted her though, and why would she lie about them not seeing her? So far, she had only exaggerated what they were doing to her. Not the other way around.

"Oh no!! Master got mad at me for wearing panties... (╥︣﹏᷅╥)"

The message was followed by a thread of images. Claire reaching back to unhook her bra. Claire with a bare back, holding her bra in the air. Claire wiggling her butt in the air, hands around her panties... Claire lowering her panties... her ass completely showing as she pulled them down her pale, juicy thighs... one picture at a time...

"Looks like your wife is banned from wearing any underwear at all now... ;)"

My heart was racing as I looked at the pictures. Claire was naked, on her knees and sticking her ass out. All while surrounded by my best friends. My gut twisted and churned, anxiety rushing over me. My wife was my virgin friend's plaything...

But if I stopped stroking my cock for a minute and breathed, I knew it wasn't all that bad. Claire was naked, but she wasn't actually showing them anything. Her soft round butt kept its cheeks together, preventing Dorian from getting a look deeper in, and her boobs were pressed into the back seat of his car. Safely covered from their view.

At least, she was covered in the pictures I was seeing.

As I zoomed in and stared at each picture in the set, I noticed something else. Her ass cheeks were slowly turning red. I almost would have missed it, but the change was obvious when you went from the first to the last image. The cheek next to where Tom was stilling was even redder than the cheek next to Jimmy... Maybe she was spanking her own ass for them... but that didn't feel likely...

A fresh text came in. The picture dropping first. Claire was in her maid outfit now, on her knees just outside of their apartment door. She was bending over, facing the floor, the top cheeks of her bare ass just barely exposed in the picture. With my favorite panties of hers in her hands, being offered up to her new master...

"Don't worry... Master said he would give them back when their done with me (✿◠‿◠)"

The deeper the knot in my stomach got, the harder my cock was. I should have been writing back, telling her to cool things down or to hurry up and get dressed.

I wasn't sure I wanted to.

The further Claire pushed me, the more thrilling this was becoming. She knew what I wanted better than I did, that was becoming obvious to me now. I reacted to each and every picture she sent, letting her know I was watching but staying silent.

Claire had full control of the situation now

There was nothing I could do except watch tonight unfold. Or, maybe more accurately, nothing I wanted to do.

I trusted her to take the reins. To know how far she should push things. It was that lack of control that kept my heart racing, even while my phone was silent.

What was she doing right now while I was sitting at home? Hand on my cock just waiting to see what she would send next.

Was Dorian sniffing her used panties? I knew for a fact that pervert wouldn't resist the chance to. They must have been completely soaked in her juices, the scent of her wet pussy intoxicating to a virgin like him.

How far would she let him take things anyway? Would she let him sniff them? Maybe even let him lick them? Ostensibly, Dorian was Claire's master, but I knew who really held all the power here. None of those guys had the backbone to actually order her around. They'd all be too terrified of scaring her off and ruining all the fun.

The phone stayed silent for a while longer. My cock never getting any less hard the whole time. Throbbing involuntarily when the notification of her next message finally dropped.

"Sorry bby. Master has me working hard!" Her first text read. Followed by another picture.

This one was tamer than the others. A close up selfie of Claire's face, tongue out and eyes rolled back. A perfect Ahegao face to go with her slutty maid outfit, only... on her tongue... was...

Was that cum?

The creamy white glob was smeared up the length of her tongue. It definitely looked like it could be cum... but... But would she actually take things that far?

"Can you guess what your cute maid wife has been cleaning up (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)?" The text twisted the heavy knot inside me even further.

She had to just be teasing me. There was no way she'd actually put her tongue on Dorian's filth covered cock. They must have just put a drop of cream or something on her tongue and spread it around...

That's what I told myself, but a part of me couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of it being real. It gnawed away at my mind, driving me crazy. And yet I couldn't wait to see what she sent next.

"The floor?" I texted innocently. Almost daring her to push further. To tease me more.

"Try again (・ωｰ)～"

Claire was staring right into the camera for the next picture. Staring right at me. It almost looked innocent, if it wasn't for the hard cock hanging right next to her face.

At least, that's what it looked like. The erection was covered up with a rag, but the shape of it was obvious. The picture didn't show who it was attached to though, or if it was at all.

With just a still image to go off of, I had no idea if that was a real cock, barely covered and inches away from my wife's face. Or if it was just a toy. A dildo they put a rag over to make me think it was real.

I wasn't falling for it. For one, it was massive. It was maybe half as long as I was, and thicker than any man could be. Claire wouldn't have been able to even put her hand around the thing it was so huge. There was just no way any of my loser friends were packing a meat log that ridiculously large. I just couldn't believe it.

But the possibility of it being real was still there. I couldn't bring myself to think it was true, but a small amount of doubt remained. It filled me with an anxiety I couldn't get rid of. Even if I asked her, begged her to tell me what she was doing, I knew she'd stay coy. She'd tease me constantly until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Their clothes??"

"Ohh so close bby ;)"

The next pictures showed the rag covering both Claire's face and the dildo. Somebody must have been draping it down in front of them, a light shining from behind so that their silhouettes were visible to the camera.

The oversized toy was longer than Claire's face, and only inches away. It's dark shape right next to her, right by her lips.

"Last chance... Do you want a hint?"

Before I could think of a response, she sent a video and I instantly opened it. Claire's silhouette covering the fack cocks. Starting at the base, she slowly moved upwards, the shadow of her lips looked wrapped around the shaft of the toy, but... but that could have been a trick.

Claire wasn't a big fan of giving blowjobs, and she struggled to take mine halfway when she did try. A huge cock like that, fake or real, would be too much of a challenge for her to really take. More likely she was just in front of it, mimicking the act of sucking her 'master' off. Why else hide it with the rag?

I played the video again, this time with my sound on. Listening closely for any clues, any obvious signs she was faking this. The wet, slurping sounds of Claire sucking on something filled the room, with deep moans that had to be coming from Dorian audible as well. She... she could have been faking the sounds? Although they were pretty convincing...

My heartbeat was racing, and without even realising it I had begun to stroke my cock. Fuck, this felt so wrong. Dorian, Tom, Jimmy, I loved all three of them, but they were unequivocally losers. They didn't put any effort into their looks, their jobs, their attitude towards women, Claire especially. I had worked hard, did the right thing and improved myself. I went to the gym, studied hard to get a good job, and always treated Claire with a loving respect.

And yet she was over there, and I was here. Alone.

All alone, and harder than I had ever been in my life.

A few minutes had passed without any update from Claire. Feeling my nerves about to break, I texted her.

"Babe? How's it going?"

The message remained unread for a few, long moments. Leaving me with nothing but my imagination to fill in the blanks. If Claire had decided to give them blowjobs, if that video was real, then she would have to suck all of their cocks. The guys were way too competitive to let her get away with just enduring one filthy sloppy cockwashing.

"Uh oh! Looks like Master might be claiming those panties you love..."

The text was like a punch straight into the gut, but my body was shaking as I waited for the picture. Still stroking my cock as I watched it load in. A picture of Claire's face, with the panties, those special blue and white striped panties that meant so much to me, wrapped around her head like a mask. Covered in the thickest, stickiest globs of cum. Soaking into the fabric, drenching the once sacred undergarments.

It had to be the combined total cum of all three of them. It couldn't have just been Dorian like she was suggesting. Although... if his cock was actually as big as that silhouette was... No. It just wasn't possible. Nobody was that big, especially not Dorian of all people.

So, It wasn't just one huge load that was covering my wife's face. It was three. Three loads she likely sucked out of them, only to have them finish all over her while defiling her clothes...

Precum leaked out of the head of my cock like a leaky faucet. Providing me with the lube I needed to stroke my throbbing cock endlessly. I was so close to cuming, but I couldn't let myself. Instead edging constantly to the videos and images of my wife being used by my loser virgin friends.

I was so fucked up.

But Claire was enjoying twisting this knife just as much as I was enjoying taking it. She was smiling in the picture, wide eyes lovingly staring up at the camera while a glob of cum rested on her eyelashes. She was staring right at me, telling me wordlessly that this was all for me. That she was still mine, that this was all just a bit of twisted fun.

At least, that's what I read in her eyes. She could have been looking past the camera, at the man holding or. Or maybe just at his cock...

Another image, with the caption below it. This one so hot I couldn't even hold my cock while staring at it, lest I cum all over myself.

"Don't worry bby! I'm still happy to wear them for you!"

Claire was standing in the middle of the room, a finger in her mouth seductively while she held her skirt up for the camera. Showing off the wet, sticky panties she wore now. The cumdrenched panties clung to her body tightly, completely showing off her cameltoe. With excess cum dribbling all the way down her thighs.

Never in a thousand years would I have expected to see something like that before this all started. My perfect, pure wife letting another man, another three men cum all over her panties, and then wearing them before the cum could even dry!

But perhaps, even more unexpectedly, was how much I was enjoying this. The anxiety I felt was a gut wrenching, mind twisting, stomach gurgling force that left me feeling hollow inside. But I couldn't get enough of it. Craved each escalation Claire took this to. I didn't know how much more I could take, or how far I was actually comfortable with her going. But right now I didn't care at all about limits. I only cared about seeing how far she could, and would go.

"My other masters need a little attention now (,,> ᴗ <,,)"

Claire texted. Stopping my heart as I stared at the picture.

Claire was on her knees, freckled face blushing with her tongue playfully poking out. Her hands out to her sides, holding onto the two cocks that flanked her. Two cocks, two real cocks she gripped gently with her soft hands...

All while staring at me. Daring me to tell her to stop, while knowing full well I wouldn't.

I could feel that after this moment, nothing would ever be the same again. Not between me and my friends, not between me and Claire. Whether that change would be for the better or not...

"So bby?" Claire texted. Three little dots indicating she had something else to say.

"Who gets the front... and who gets the back~ （＾◡＾）♡"