Me, My Wife, and My Friend - 23

When we got into the car, I took the back seat, and as soon as the two of them settled in front, Pat threw herself toward Beto and the two of them kissed passionately. I watched from the back seat, taking in her ease and her filthiness. Beto was already running his hand over her tits through her top, squeezing with lust. When the kiss ended she said:

--"I wanted to kiss you back at the club, but Julio wouldn't have allowed it," and she looked at me, laughing, while still holding Beto.

I was out of it from the drinking, but I still had a bit of logical reasoning left, so I said to her:

-"If someone we knew saw it, I'd be called a cuck, you'd be called a whore and Beto a son of a bitch," and I laughed.

They laughed too and Pat came to kiss me, saying:

--"Nobody has to get involved in our life, babe. If you're my little cuck, that's my problem."

We kissed and she went back to her seat, and Beto started driving. Pat and I had never discussed this "cuck" business, because it didn't make sense -- after all, a cuck is someone being deceived, which wasn't the case.

The first time Beto, Pat and I were alone at my place (story 12), the two of them got into a little chat about how she sucks well, how he wanted to fuck her ass, and she ended up jerking him off and taking a load in her mouth. I felt like a real cuck then, because all of it was so new to me and I didn't have the maturity to understand what was happening -- yet I kept encouraging it, and I didn't understand why it turned me on. With time and with the conversations, Fabi explained to me that, like her, I was a voyeur (story 16) -- that is, I got turned on watching Pat having fun.

My friends, I was high, half drunk, but my head never stops analyzing. I don't feel like a cuck, but did Pat think I was one? If she thought that, the game would lose its appeal for me, because humiliation doesn't turn me on. Was it just a loose phrase in an offhand comment? Or did she have a fantasy about calling me that in a moment of excitement? It was entirely possible, because Pat was full of unusual fantasies. If it were just a game, I could accept it with Beto, who's my friend and wouldn't see me as a weak person, but with anyone else I wouldn't accept it at all.

I decided to find out. If I asked flatly, "do you think I'm a cuck?", that would startle her and her answer would be an obvious "no," to avoid problems. So I leaned in behind her seat, ran my hand under her top, taking hold of her tits, and asked:

-"Do you think I'm your little cuck?"

Beto actually turned toward me and I smiled at him and winked. He understood I was testing Pat. She was very shrewd, and since this was unknown territory, she didn't take a risk. She turned to me and said, putting her hand on my face:

--"You're my man, beautiful, delicious. I'll only call you my little cuck if you want me to."

Even drunk, she gave a brilliant answer. She established my position as her man, and on top of that praised my qualities. I wasn't set on it and it didn't turn me on to imagine being called a cuck, but after that answer, if she wanted to say it, I wouldn't mind.

We continued toward the motel, talking, saying nonsense because of the drinking, and Pat said she should have drunk less. Obviously, she was completely gone, because she'd mixed her drinks too. Even so she was lively. When we got to the motel, I hid in the back seat so we wouldn't pay for an extra person.

Beto asked for a great suite, with a heated pool with a skylight, jacuzzi, sauna and so on. We went into the room and Pat threw herself on the bed. Beto was near her, and sat at the edge of the bed taking off his shoes and undoing his trousers. I lay down beside her and pulled her in for a kiss, and ran my hand over her tits and her pussy through her shorts, calling her gorgeous, and her calling me gorgeous back. Beto lay down beside us, propped on his elbow, watching us like a dog wanting a piece of meat. Pat stretched a hand out to him while she kissed me, and ran her hand over him wherever she could reach. And he already had a hand on her stomach, working up to between her tits. I said to her:

-"Go and give our host some attention," I laughed at him and got up from the bed.

I went to take a look at the other areas of the suite. Actually I wanted to leave the two of them alone for a bit. I went to the pool area and found a position where I could see them without them seeing me. The two of them kissed a while and Beto stood up facing the bed, and Pat sat on the edge facing him. Beto pulled her top up, and she helped take it off and then the bra. There -- now she was in just panties, and she lifted his shirt and kissed his stomach and pulled his trousers down, taking hold of his dick over his boxers. Beto took off his trousers and shirt, leaving him in just boxers, and got on the bed, laying her on her back, and they kissed, until he moved down and sucked her tits.

At that point I came back to the room and turned on the sound system. It seemed like the alcohol was leaving my body from all that lust. While Beto sucked her tits, I lay down beside them and we kissed. I put my hand on her shorts trying to undo the button and the zipper. Beto had already got off her, so she stood up on the bed and asked me:

--"Take off my shorts, babe."

I knelt on the bed and pulled the shorts down. There -- she was in just panties. Beto was lying there enjoying the scene. Then Pat stood facing Beto and asked me to take off her panties. I went behind her, pulling the panties down and watching her ass come into view, while Beto watched her little pussy appear, and the two of them stared at each other, laughing. Pat was naked, and I was still in jeans, so she bent down and came to help me take them off. Her narrowed eyes and the way she smiled gave away how drunk she was, but she was up for it, by the looks of things. Beto and I were in our boxers, lying there looking at her naked, waiting for her decision, and then she said:

--"Babe, wait a little."

And she got on top of Beto, kissing him and dragging her naked body over him. His dick was already tenting his boxers, and Pat took hold of it and brought it out of the boxers while she kissed him, and stroked it. I stretched my hand out to run it over her back while the two of them went at it, and she turned her ass a bit toward me. I stroked her crack and she arched her ass up toward me. I sat up on the bed to keep running my hand over her ass, and to look at her little asshole, which very probably would be sampled by Beto that night. She was already half turned toward Beto, so she moved her face down, kissing his chest and stomach, until she took Beto's dick in her mouth. He lay there and looked at me, stretching out his hand for me to bump, as if asking permission to be sucked by Pat. We bumped fists and smiled at each other. Beto was high from the drinking too. I took off my boxers and lay on my side on the bed, facing him, but watching Pat sucking, while I stroked my dick.

While I ran my hand over her ass, I could see her sucking Beto perfectly. Pat ran her tongue and lips over it, staring at Beto and smiling while she licked, as if she were seducing him by licking an ice cream, and then she asked him:

--"Are you enjoying it?"

Beto gave a smile, I don't know whether at the question or at her drunk little face, and answered:

>"It feels really good, keep going."

Then I saw Pat give the head of his dick a bite. She'd press her teeth and look up at him, laughing. She'd done that a few times with me, as pre-sex play, and now she was sharing that kind of intimate game with him. The drink was making Pat way too loose.

Then she sucked Beto a good while and moved up to kiss him and came over to my side to kiss me, signaling it was my turn. I laid her on her back on the bed and kissed her mouth, wet from cock -- it seemed like she did it on purpose so I'd taste it -- so I moved down to suck her tits and then further down to go down on her pussy. Actually I wanted to fuck her before Beto. When I started licking her, Beto turned on his side toward us and pressed his body against Pat's side, and kissed her mouth and ran his hand over her tits. Pat had both legs bent up, my head between them licking her pussy, and Beto pushed the leg on his side down, and laid his cock over Pat's waist, dragging it over the skin of her waist up to her hip, and pushing so the head of his cock passed over the pubic area of her pussy. Me, with my head between Pat's legs, licking her pussy and clit, every so often saw Beto's dick a few inches from my eye when he pushed it down without caring whether it would touch me.

I was going to give Pat my dick to suck before fucking her, but if I did that Beto might come and fuck her, so after letting her grind plenty on my tongue and fingers, I positioned myself to fuck her, and did. I started fucking slowly, and she laughed at me with those narrowed eyes of someone still drunk, but enjoying taking cock. Beto got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, and Pat pulled me close and we kissed, and then she started talking quietly to me:

--"So good, Julio, today I want to be treated like a whore by both of you."

-"Okay, we're going to fuck you plenty, you little slut."

--"And you're going to obey me, okay, babe? The way you obeyed Fabi."

She was drunk but she hadn't forgotten what happened at Fabi's place (story 39), and I ended up agreeing:

-"I will, gorgeous, but don't overdo it."

--"Okay, gorgeous. I want to enjoy both of you close together with me, no hang-ups."

At that moment I remembered the conversation with Beto where we agreed that worrying about the games was forbidden, and to let it happen. And I was pretty relaxed, maybe from the effect of the drink, so I agreed.

Right after, Beto came into the room and knelt beside us on the bed, legs apart, and ran his hand over Pat while she rode my dick slowly, and then he said:

>"What a hot woman!"

Pat smiled, looking at me, enjoying the compliment. His hand was already on her ass, and she pulled Beto closer and lifted her face to kiss him while she ground on my dick. When she finished the kiss she turned her face back to me and made a point of kissing me too. When that kiss ended she lowered her head and said in my ear, very quietly:

--"Take hold of his dick, babe."

Beto noticed she'd said something to me, but couldn't tell what because of the music. Then she lifted her face a bit and looked at me, smiling and confident, showing she'd like me to do it. After what happened at Fabi's place, there was no way not to. I glanced to the side and put my hand on his leg and I think he realized what it was about. He was kneeling with his legs apart beside us, stroking Pat's back, and he brought his body closer to my hand, leaving my arm between his legs. He took my hand, just as Fabi had done, and brought it to his dick and left my hand there. Pat kept grinding on my dick and glanced over to check out the scene.

I wondered what she was thinking watching that, because the normal thing for a man is to demonstrate masculinity to his girlfriend, not to hold a dick in front of her. So I did what she asked but just held his dick, which was at half-mast, without stroking it. That way Pat would see I did it because she asked, not because I wanted to. But Pat wasn't satisfied, and said:

--"Get his dick hard for me. Jerk him off."

I think I made the face of someone accepting a request but not very comfortable with it, and she kept laughing at me, encouraging. I squeezed and made light movements on the shaft and the head. When she lifted her face, I caught Beto's eye, and he said to me:

>"That feels good, Julio. Keep going."

What a situation. Me running my hand over his dick and him telling me he's enjoying it. Nobody there could complain about anybody afterward. Beto ran his hand over Pat and over me, over my hair, or held my hand to set the rhythm he wanted for the stroking, and moved his hips. He really was feeling it, and Pat rode me enjoying the joint game, and I ran my hand over and squeezed that tool which was already hard and which would soon be inside Pat, and I thought about the lust I felt when Pat was penetrated by him, until Pat said:

--"Can I give it up to him a little now?"

-"You can, gorgeous."

And I took my hand off Beto's dick, pulled Pat in for another kiss, and she lifted her body and smiled at Beto, while taking her pussy off my dick. I slid out from under her and sat at the head of the bed and left the two of them in the middle.

I sat at the head of the bed while they kissed beside me, and only then did I think about the crazy thing I'd done. The fact that Pat had asked and Beto had encouraged it put everyone in the same boat and eased my conscience, and if I'd overdone it I could still blame the drink, so I relaxed. I heard Pat say to Beto:

--"Today I want to be your whore, both of you."

I thought to myself, "I think you already have been for a long time." Beto laughed and got on top of Pat and the two of them kissed wildly, until he knelt and pulled her by the hair for her to suck his dick, and she went like a well-trained dog. She got on all fours in front of him sucking, and he held her head by the mane of her hair and fucked her mouth, moving back and forth. Pat kept her mouth open to make it easier, but Beto's cock was thick and she was already gagging, until she pushed his body away and took her mouth off his dick, and said:

--"Stop, Beto. I can't take it like that."

>"Are you a whore or a lady?" he said, laughing. She laughed too and said:

--"I'm a whore but I want it gentle," and she looked at me, laughing.

>"Then lie down, little slut."

He laid her on her side on the mattress and pressed his body behind her. He made her bend her legs and the two of them ended up spooning. His hand firmly held Pat's tits and then gripped her chin, while he kissed, licked and sucked her neck and her ear. Pat arched her ass to feel his dick and the two of them writhed with lust, pressing their bodies together. I'd never seen Beto take such a dominant position, not even with Fabi, and he was practically crushing Pat against his body, and she moaned with pleasure with her eyes closed, moving her neck so he could bite and kiss every part. They were given over to each other, as if they were about to have the last sex of their lives. I don't need to say jealousy came up right then. Then Pat opened her leg a little and took hold of Beto's cock, placing it against her pussy. Beto took his hand off her chest and held his dick, pressing her pussy with his cock, while he kept biting and kissing the back of her neck. Pat couldn't take much more and asked him:

--"So good. Come and fuck me, Beto," and she turned onto her stomach with her ass arched up.

Beto knelt, upright, between her legs, and looked at me. He lowered his body and put his dick at the entrance of her pussy and started pushing in. Pat stretched out her hand and held my leg, which was stretched out on the mattress, and while she took the thrusts, she gripped my leg firmly, and said:

--"Ahh, babe, this big cock feels so good."

Was she talking to me or to Beto? I wasn't sure.

>"You liking it, Pat?"

--"I'm loving it. Fuck me good, come on."

Beto put his finger on her asshole and pressed, sliding it in a bit, and asked:

>"And this little ass, are you going to give me that too?"

--"I am. Julio, will you let me give him my ass?"

Did I have a choice? I answered:

-"I will, you dirty girl. If you want to, you can."

--"Then fuck my little pussy a bit more, I'm close to coming."

Beto pulled her ass so she was on all fours and kept fucking, kneeling behind her, holding her hips, and started spanking her ass, the harder kind. My dick was about to explode with lust at that point, and I didn't even want to give it to her to suck or I'd come fast, so I just watched and stroked myself lightly. Then Beto pressed on:

>"Is this little ass going to be mine tonight?"

--"It is. Do you want to fuck it?"

>"I do. I'm going to leave it wide open tonight."

--"Are you going to fuck it gently?"

>"You're going to like it, little slut. I'm going to wreck that ass nice and slowly."

Damn. I was about to come from that talk between the two of them. It was complicated hearing Beto talk about wrecking Pat's ass, but it was a hell of a scene. Anyone would jerk off watching something like that.

--"Are you going to like watching, babe -- Beto wrecking my little ass?" she asked while frowning with lust from Beto's thrusts.

-"I want to see your face when it happens, you bitch."

If when I fucked her ass she'd ask me to go slowly because it hurt at the start, I wanted to see how she'd handle it with Beto. Not even the drinking would save her from the pain. Beto took hold of her hair and pulled, like someone gripping a mare's mane, and said:

>"You dirty girl, you want Julio to watch me wreck you, don't you?"

--"I do. Are you going to leave me wrecked?"

>"I'm going to open that tight ass up, you slut."

--"That's it, Beto, fuck me faster, I'm going to come."

And Beto sped up until Pat writhed, coming, and then lay on the bed on her back with her legs open toward the two of us, her pussy spread wide showing the hole opened up by the fucking. I gave her a pillow, and she said, smiling:

--"You two are going to kill me with pleasure. So good, babe..."

You two? I thought. Beto had done almost everything, and in the little she'd given me at the start, I think she was more turned on because I took hold of his dick than by the ride she gave my dick. But fine, I was full of lust too, watching the two of them fuck.

Beto had sat down beside me, cock at full mast, and the three of us talked, the two of us facing Pat's open pussy. Beto had already seen everything and fucked her every way, and even so I felt jealous of her lying there with her legs open like that.

Then she came between the two of us and turned toward me, and stroked my chest and stomach, leaving her ass turned toward Beto, who turned to her and stroked her back. He took hold of his hard cock and gave her ass a few slaps with it, and she looked at him and smiled at the cock-slaps she was taking, and me there just admiring how filthy the two of them were. Then he took hold of her tits, and she looked at me, smiling. Beto fingered her little asshole, and she writhed with pleasure, and he said:

>"I want to fuck this little ass, Pat."

She turned to him, smiling, and said:

--"I'm going to take a shower, okay?"

Pat gave Beto a kiss and went to the bathroom to clean up for anal, definitely, and Beto lay on the bed, looking at me through the ceiling mirror, and said:

>"What a great night, Julio. Everything okay with you?"

The scene of him driving his dick into Pat's throat and her taking it, and then him grinding against her before fucking, wouldn't leave my head. The way he held her and she writhed with pleasure from the kisses and bites on the back of her neck, eyes closed, being ground against as if I weren't there, showed a dominance-and-submission side that hadn't happened between the two of them before. Beto wasn't like that with Fabi, so it might have been the effect of the drink, or pent-up lust, since he and Pat hadn't had sex in a few weeks. She definitely liked it, and next time we were together I'd pay more attention to the foreplay so as not to lose ground. I filed the information away to analyze later, when I had time and was sober, so I answered:

-"All fine, man. Just be careful not to hurt her, okay?"

>"Of course, man. Are you going to fuck her first?"

He was referring to an agreement that when I gave Pat the go-ahead for anal with him, I'd fuck her first so her ass would be opened up by my dick, which would make it easier for her to take him afterward -- but I'd been holding off coming since the morning, and if I fucked her I'd end up coming too fast, so I said:

-"I'm close to coming. I'll check with her, but if anything you go straight in."

>"That's fine, if she complains I'll pull out, don't worry."

Okay, that's what we agreed, and we talked about doing it again with Fabi along, until Pat called me into the bathroom. I went and she said, complaining:

--"Babe, you should have fucked my ass yesterday, then it'd be more relaxed now."

-"How was I supposed to know we'd be coming to a motel with Beto?"

--"I'm messing with you. Do you want to play with me first, or can I try giving it up to him?"

It seemed like she'd heard my conversation, and I realized she wanted to go straight to him, so I said:

-"It's up to you, babe, what do you prefer?"

--"I'd like to try with him, you're not going to be upset?"

-"No. Just remember who's your boyfriend and who's your friend."

It was a moment of weakness, I admit. I shouldn't have said that -- after all, respect isn't asked for, it's earned. But it came out. She came to hug me, saying:

--"Julio, don't talk like that. I love you and I don't want any man but you. Beto is still our friend, okay?"

-"Okay, gorgeous, go and have fun with him then."

--"No, babe, I want both of you to get me relaxed with your fingers, the way you did at the beach house (story 07)."

I remember that well, it was the first time Beto saw Pat's asshole. Curiously we were all drunk then too, and Beto played the ass-relaxation professor, prepping Pat's little asshole for me to fuck.

I agreed with her -- after all the lidocaine takes a few minutes to work, and some prior relaxation would be welcome. We had a passionate kiss and left the bathroom. She lay on the bed holding Beto and asked me to get the creams from her bag and said:

--"Beto, I brought lidocaine and KY so you two can get me nice and relaxed, okay?"