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Hickey (Mdom/FM, wife-cheating, forced bi)
by Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

It all started when I noticed a hickey on my wife's 
neck. I just got a glimpse of it but I knew instantly 
what it was and that I hadn't put it there. Hell how 
could I have? We hadn't had sex in almost two weeks, and 
if the truth be known our marriage was heading for the 
rocks.

But even though we were drifting apart I had never -- 
even in my wildest dreams -- thought that my honey would 
cheat on me. We'd been high school sweethearts and had 
been virgins the first time we made love. I had always 
been faithful and I just assumed that she was too.

I can still remember how our friends had teased Laura 
and I when we first started going together in school. We 
looked like brother and sister. We were both slender and 
both 5' 11" tall with light brown hair and dark brown 
eyes. Even I had to admit that we looked like siblings.

But the important thing was we weren't. We were 
attracted to each other to the exclusion of all else. 
The sex was intense and plentiful and the pleasure 
extreme. It was a match made in heaven. At least until 
she got pregnant 4 months before graduation.

We both graduated from high school and then got married. 
I mean what else could we do?

Now 12 years and 3 children later we were growing apart. 
But damnit Laura was still sexy looking and I didn't 
want to lose her. And there were the kids to think about 
too.

So when I first saw the evidence for my wife's betrayal, 
I didn't blow my top. In fact I didn't say anything at 
all. But I did begin to think about what I should do 
about it and finally decided that I would spy on her to 
see where she went and with whom.

You see, I work from my home office as a marketing 
consultant. The business was the legacy of Laura's dad 
who had built the client list and had run the company 
for almost 20 years before bringing me in and then 
promptly getting himself killed in a car accident within 
the first year. I was able to keep things going, and had 
to admit that it was great to have the freedom to work 
from home.

It also gave me the freedom to spy on my wife if needs 
be.

Our usual days routine was me in the office from 9 to 5 
and Laura doing the house work, getting the kids off to 
school and then she'd go out shopping and do the family 
errands until it was time for the kids to come home from 
school. Although over the past few months she was 
getting home later and later in the afternoon.

That night my stomach was in knots. I was hurt and 
jealous, and angry too. When, after Laura had turned the 
light out and rolled over to sleep with her back to me, 
I tried to approach her for a little sex. It was an 
unsuccessful attempt. She pushed me away saying that she 
was too tired. As usual I complained that it had been 
weeks and whined that "man cannot live on bread alone" 
which was my usual refrain when this happened.

Rejected I rolled over to face the wall and until I 
finally drifted off into a troubled sleep I lay there 
imagining my pretty wife in bed, getting screwed by some 
strange man. What really hurt was the thought that she 
must be enjoying this cheating son of a bitch to let him 
give her that hickey. She hadn't let me do that to her 
in years. She always said that it was embarrassing to be 
seen like some teenage kid with a hickey. I fumed in 
rejected anger.

*

The next day as usual around 2 p.m. Laura came by the 
office door to let me know she was leaving. And as usual 
I told her to "drive safely" and waved to her breezily 
as she headed out the front door. I waited for a few 
moments and then followed her.

It was strange following my wife without her knowledge. 
And for some reason that I couldn't quite fathom it was 
also arousing. I realized that I had a hard on right 
from the beginning.

I spent over an hour trailing my wife from store to 
store. She went to a book store, and then to a health 
food store, then it happened. She was driving in the 
general direction of home and I thought that my little 
hunt for the truth was going to be a bust. But suddenly 
she pulled into an apartment complex parking lot.

It was one of those seedy looking places with studio and 
1 and 2 bedroom apartments that had been built in a 
hurry with cheap materials and looked like it. I slowed 
down and then carefully pulled in after her. I just saw 
her disappearing into the building as I pulled into a 
spot several spaces down from her car.

Jumping out and hurriedly following Laura I was just 
barely able catch a glimpse of her climbing the stairs 
to the second floor. I stood still and peered around the 
corner as she knocked on the door of unit 201. I watched 
as she stood there waiting, my heart was pounding and I 
couldn't really believe that she was really going to see 
an illicit lover. I kept hoping that it would turn out 
to be some girlfriend that we both knew or a PTA buddy, 
something, anything other than what appeared in the 
doorway.

A burly man around my age came into view. He looked 
rough and a little grubby as far as I was concerned. His 
appearance reminded me of a construction worker being 
that he had sunburnt arms and face while the upper arms 
not covered by his undershirt where almost white. He 
even had a bit of a beer gut I noticed.

What the fuck was Laura cheating on me with some beer 
guzzling ditch digger for? Why would she do that? I just 
couldn't understand it. I mean, I was okay in bed. I 
didn't have any of those sexual problems that you read 
about. No premature ejaculation. No limp dick syndrome, 
I liked women, and frankly after getting my rocks off 
once I could pretty much last as long as needed the 
second time around. 

So why the ditch digger?

As I thought about what must be going on in that 
apartment; images began to pass before my eyes. That 
creep's dirty rough hands pulling Laura's blouse off 
over hear pretty head. His nasty fingers touching her 
body pinching her swollen nipples, his beard-stubbled 
cheek brushing against her smooth check as he lay atop 
her grunting his lust out in gushes of dirty cum, 
defiling my honey, emasculating me with each grotesque 
thrust.

I couldn't take it any longer. I had to stop this now! 
NOW DAMNIT!

I don't know what I was thinking, maybe I was beyond 
rational thought. Having ones wife being boinked by some 
strange man could have that effect on just about any 
husband I guess. I was not a fighter, and the truth be 
told I probably knew on some level that I was getting 
into something quite over me head.

But I was furious, I didn't care what happened to me, 
and I guess I thought that my righteous indignation 
would carry the day. Well, it didn't.

I pounded up the stairs and tried the door handle to the 
apartment. It is a measure on my inner turmoil that it 
didn't even surprise me that when I turned the door 
handle the door swung inward, letting me inter the 
apartment unannounced.

Instantly I knew I was too late. I could her Laura 
yelling, "YES, YES, OH FUCK YES!" in a groaning excited 
passionate voice that I hadn't heard in years. I knew 
instantly that this stranger was royally fucking her.

Unable to calculate the outcome of my actions I stormed 
into the bedroom and opened my mouth to scream "Jezebel" 
"Whore" "Cheating bitch" but instead I was rooted to the 
floor. The pain of betrayal stabbed at my chest as I 
watched this grubby ditch digger type plowing my ardent 
wife. His white ass rising and falling as he thrust into 
her. Her lovely legs raised high, heels digging into his 
ass forcing him in even deeper on the down thrusts.

The smell of sex, the sight of a strange man doing to my 
wife what I wanted to do. He was doing to her what she 
would no longer let me do. Just the night before she'd 
rejected me, and now the cheating bitch was wildly 
fucking this beer bellied bastard.

I lost it when that fucking bastard grunted one last 
time and shoved hard into Laura and held his tense body 
tightly against her's. I knew that the shit head was 
emptying himself in her. He was dumping his dirty load 
into my wife, I went insane.

I jumped to action. With a yell agony I ran into the 
room and grabbed the bastard by an arm and pulled him 
off Laura causing him to fall off the bed and onto the 
floor. Laura had her eyes closed savoring his orgasm, 
but when I entered the room and pulled her lover off her 
she opened her eyes and shrieked in surprise.

Then I was on my knees with a ringing in my ears. It 
took a moment before I realized what had happened, but 
when the pain rushed over me I knew that "beer belly" 
had struck me a blow on the back of my head. I almost 
blacked out, I wanted to vomit, but I fought to remain 
conscious.

Through a fog I heard my wife explaining who I was and 
then the man sort of laughed and I heard him say, "Fuck 
he looks like your brother Laura, man you two look like 
brother and sister."

I was vaguely surprised that he was laughing, then I 
heard him say, "He's a nice lookin' bastard, your 
husband." I realized that he had an Australian accent, 
at least I thought it might be Australian.

Then rough hands picked me up by the collar of my shirt 
and I felt like I was hanging from his fist as he looked 
me over. "Yeah, he's a nice looking mic, looks a lot 
like you love." He commented almost conversationally.

Then as I stood there still dazed from the blow to the 
head I began to wonder what I should do next. then the 
man began to unbutton my shirt. I didn't fight him, 
actually I was afraid of him, that blow was the worst 
pain I'd suffered in my life. No one had ever hit me 
that hard before and all I wanted to do at that moment 
was get away from him.

Laura said, "Phil, what'cha gonna do to him? I think you 
should just send him on his way. He didn't hurt you." 
Laura pleaded with the man. "Eric why did you have to 
follow me, now you're in for it." My wife said to me 
when she realized that "Phil" wasn't going to let me go.

Phil said, "I don't much like being pulled off my bird 
right at the important moment. I reckon this bloke of 
yours owes me."

I was flabbergasted as I stood there in this man's 
powerful grip. First my shirt was pulled off then he 
pulled my belt loose and popped the snap at my waist and 
said, "Drop the britches mate!"

When I didn't move he smacked my along the side of my 
head and yelled, "Strip NOW asshole or I'll beat you 
senseless!"

Sweating bullets I did as I was told, taking all of my 
clothes off and standing there with my hands over my 
crotch trembling in fear. The only gratifying thing 
about the whole thing was my wife's pleas to the brute 
to not hurt me. At least she still had some feelings for 
me.

Then the bastard threw me for a loop. In response to my 
wife's plea, he pulled me to him and kissed me on the 
mouth. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there as 
he deep kissed me like I was a girl. I felt humiliated 
as I felt his tongue force its way between my lips and 
begin to play with my tongue just like I might have with 
Laura a few years back.

Finally I couldn't take any more, I had to do something 
so I pulled away from his mouth and tried to escape from 
his grip. But it was futile. I felt fingers grab at my 
exposed balls and begin to squeeze and that stopped my 
brief attempt at freedom. I knew what could happen if 
this bastard decided to really hurt me.

Then he pulled me by my nuts over to the bed. "I think 
I'd like sommit new love, you don't mind do you sweets?" 
He said to my wife.

Laura just stood there. I glanced over at her as this 
son of a bitch pushed me down onto the bed, still 
holding my balls in a death grip. I could see my wife 
watching us, she had a strange look on her face, 
something between fear and excitement. But as this 
monster pushed me down on my back and climbed on top of 
me I lost my view of Laura's face.

"Now little man, I think I'll be enjoying Laura's hubby 
fer a bit, you don't mind do yeah mate?" he said as he 
lay atop me and spread my legs apart with his knees.

I was going to say yes I did mind but I didn't get the 
chance. He was on me again with his kissing as his naked 
body pressed mine into the damp mattress. I could barely 
see my wife as she stood watching this ass hole 
humiliate me. It occurred to me that we must look really 
bizarre.

I felt his beer guy pressing against my stomach, and in 
consternation I realized that his big fat slimy cock was 
rubbing against mine, occasionally poking at my balls 
making me jump in fearful anticipation of the pain he 
could cause me if he hit my nuts just right with that 
battering ram of his.

It seemed to go on for hours. This aussy bastard humping 
away at me like I was his paid for whore. I was so 
humiliated that I began to cry, I would never be able to 
look my wife in the eye again, what must she think of 
me. I wanted to die.

Then things got worse. The bastard rolled off me and lay 
to one side. In a conversational voice he said, "Hey 
mate, why don't you wank it for us. Wifey's been telling 
me that you two haven't been doing it for a while, so 
why not getem off for us right now."

I wanted to kill the bastard. But when he grabbed an ear 
and began to twist I hurriedly reached down for my dick 
to do what I was told. I was surprised to find myself 
fully hard, I hadn't realized until that moment the 
sexual tension that surged through my body. 'What must 
Laura think of me,' I thought in agony. 'Getting a boner 
while being kissed by another man.' God how humiliating. 

I began to reluctantly jack off in front of them. I was 
amazed that I could even stay hard, I was so afraid of 
him. I guessed since I hadn't made love to my wife in 
over two weeks and hadn't felt like masturbating during 
that time that I was able to stay hard even under this 
extreme stress.

As a matter of fact to my surprise I was even beginning 
to feel that age old tingle deep down. I didn't want to 
cum in front of Phil and Laura, it was the last thing I 
wanted to do. But when I tried to slow the pace or even 
stop, Phil would threaten me again. He said that he 
liked my body and wanted to see me come.

After a while I shut my eyes trying to blot both of them 
out of my consciousness. I knew I was going to cum soon 
and it made me feel even worse, but there was nothing 
that I could do about it. By body was going to betray me 
and that was all there was to it.

Then my eyes flew open as I felt Phil's hand gliding 
over my stomach, and down one thigh. I momentarily 
stopped beating off only to be cuffed along side my head 
again. I started again and kept doing myself even when 
Phil rolled over onto me kissing me on the lips again.

Laura looked at us but said nothing. Phil's hands began 
roaming over my body again. He leaned close to my ear 
and whispered, "C'mon mate, cum for us, let the little 
woman see her big stub muffin loose his load, c'mon lets 
see what you're made of."

Then to my utter shock he started to suck on my neck. OH 
MY GOD! He was going to give me a hickey, just like my 
wife's!

I don't know exactly why, but Phil's action somehow 
excited me. I don't think that I would ever admit this 
to anyone outside of this little circle but I secretly 
enjoyed being dominated by Phil. I'm sure that I would 
have enjoyed it more if Laura had been the one to force 
me, but that's not what was happening.

When Phil reached down and squeezed my nuts hard I came 
like a fireman putting out a fire. The first blast 
spurted almost 3 feet into the air. I could feel it 
hitting my hair and forehead, and even splatting onto 
the pillow above my head. Then the second jet of hot cum 
slapped across my face, I could feel and taste it on my 
tightly closed lips. The 3rd and 4th hot strings of cum 
streaked my chest and stomach, then I felt the rest 
oozing down into the pubic hair nestled below my bobbing 
pulsing cock.

In short that was the most intense cum of my life. Even 
my first time with Laura hadn't been this intense, 
nothing had ever been this good before.

When I could breathe again I heard Phil tell my wife, 
"Okay hon, feed em for me, just like a baby."

I had no idea what he meant by that but when Laura sat 
next to me on the bed and began to scoop my copious cum 
from my hair and the pillow above me with her fingers I 
realized what Phil had in mind. 

"Fuck no," I shouted as I dodged my wife's cum coated 
fingers. She was trying to feed me my own cum! "God 
damn!"

But I was helpless when Phil gripped my hair and pulled 
a knot of it tight into his fist and said in a low 
dangerous tone, "Do as you're told matey, unless you 
want a slam in the balls."

I stopped struggling. What could I do? Phil was stronger 
than me and he knew how to fight and I didn't. I let 
Laura rub her fingers across my lips, then in-between my 
lips, and finally I opened my mouth and she began to 
scrape cum from her fingers into my mouth.

Phil said, "Okay mic now swallow it down, me boy."

I licked my lips and swallowed, why the fuck not. After 
all there was nothing I could do to stop this so I might 
as well get it over with, and after all it was MY cum, 
so why not?

Then Phil asked, "So mate, did you like it? Did you like 
the taste of you're cum?"

I looked at him with hatred in my eyes, but after a 
moment I nodded yes in defeated anger. That was a 
mistake.

"Well then, if you liked that thin watery load, you'll 
love my thick cream." And without warning Phil grabbed a 
bunch on my hair in his fist again and pulled me to a 
kneeling position on the bed.

I almost vomited in fear and shock. I knew what he was 
going to do, and at the same time I knew there was 
nothing I could do to stop this. I glanced over at my 
wife with a silent plea in my eyes but she just stood 
there in her naked splendor watching us excitedly. I 
realized at that moment that she wanted to see me doing 
what would come next. She wanted to see me suck another 
man's cock. The bitch!

Phil was growing impatient. He slapped my face hard to 
the protest of both my wife and myself. I cried out in 
pain and Laura cried out in anger saying that he'd 
promised earlier not to hurt me. Phil replied what he'd 
said before, "I told the bloke to do what I say, or I'd 
hit. Just keeping my word."

Laura didn't say anything further. I was facing a grubby 
cunt-juice covered cock only inches away. It smelled 
plenty ripe too. But when Phil gripped my hair again and 
shoved my face toward his rising dick I did what I had 
to do.

I opened my mouth and tried to remember how I liked 
Laura to blow me in the old days. Watch the teeth, use 
tongue when pulling back. I knew what I liked and I knew 
that if I didn't do it right, Phil would hit me again. 
So I knuckled down and began to suck his big old fat 
cock.

It was disgusting at first. I never would eat Laura once 
she was hot and bothered. I liked her clean and douched, 
the smell and feel of a clean pussy is great, but a used 
one never did much for me. This fucker's dick was about 
as rank as you could get. But after I sucked on it for a 
while I cleaned most of the crusted cum and pussy juice 
off and then it wasn't too bad.

Phil took me by surprise when he began to thrust in to 
my mouth. I choked and gagged but he just held me by the 
hair and fucked my mouth faster and faster. My arms were 
flailing around and I was gagging like a man about ready 
to die. I couldn't believe that he was doing this to me, 
I could actually feel his cock forcing itself down into 
my throat.

In a very short time I learned to breathe when he pulled 
out and to swallow when he thrust in. It became a rhythm 
that I had to match. Other than a sore throat it became 
easier and easier as he continued to thrust himself down 
my throat.

I knew I was in trouble when his body tensed and he 
jammed himself hard down my throat and held my face 
tightly against his crotch. It was awful. The first 
spurt of him cum filled my throat and there was nothing 
I could do but swallow. But when the second load found 
itself ejaculated into my throat I was trying to 
breathe. Needless to say I gagged and choked on his cum 
and began to breathe it.

Phil didn't care what was happening to me, he was 
getting his rocks of in my mouth and enjoying it 
immensely. He just continued to hold my face tightly 
against his pubic hair and shot load after load into my 
throat and windpipe.

By the time Phil was done with my face I was about to 
pass out. I had his cum bubbling out of my nostrils and 
was coughing up a storm.

All I remember after that was that once Phil was done 
with me and had thrown me aside choking and coughing, 
Laura crawled onto the bed next to me and soothed my 
sweaty brow. After a while she began to kiss me softly 
and in short order she was seeking out any of Phil's cum 
that hadn't gone straight down my throat.

I do remember one other thing after that. Laura fucked 
my brains numb while Phil watched us. I vaguely remember 
wondering where that passion had come from. I remember 
Laura riding my like a cowgirl at a rodeo and screaming 
at the top of her lungs as she had a monstrous cum in 
the middle of her ride.

I didn't cum, but I didn't really care as I held my 
panting wife close to me as she slowly came down from 
her intense orgasm.

I'm a little embarrassed to admit it but Phil ended up 
moving into our house a week later. Laura and I had 
talked about it prior to Phil moving in so it was 
totally consensual between us. There's only one rule, 
Phil can do anything he wants as long as when the kids 
come home we all act like normal adults. But when the 
kids are at school Phil controls both Laura and me.

I can't tell you how many times I've had to answer the 
home office phone wearing an apron with cum dripping out 
of my asshole. But I don't mind any more, Laura is happy 
and in a strange way so am I. I couldn't imagine not 
having Phil around the house now.

And besides, there's and interesting new neighbor who 
just moved in next door. She's single and has a knock 
out bod. If we play our cards right I have a feeling 
she'll fit into our little group perfectly.

THE END



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