Cuckbuddy
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I knocked on the door, nervous as hell. This was too
wild, too improbable. But when Emily opened the door
wearing a bathrobe, I felt a little better. Maybe it
wasn't a game after all. Well, at least maybe it was
the game she had proposed. Maybe it was all on the
level, despite how crazy the idea was.

She closed the door, and took my hand, leading me to
their master bedroom. In the hallway, she suddenly
turned and faced me. I was startled, especially by her
earnest expression. "You must not let Chuck know that
you were here," she said quietly. It was the sort of
dangerous quiet tone my dad used when I was in serious
trouble. "Promise me."

I swallowed. "I promise."

"Now, not another word!" she whispered. I nodded, and
she stared at my face searchingly. Then her expression
softened, and I realized that she was about as nervous
as I was. She leaned in and closed her eyes, and we
kissed.

I had often had the hots for Emily. Lithe but with
large man-made tits, she had a sexy body. Her face was
very cute, with thin lips (which I now discovered were
very supple) that she kept a deep red. But of all
positive attributes, it was her thick red hair that
did the trick for me. She was a natural red, with the
legendary fiery disposition to match. Chuck liked her
to dress to impress, and her favorite show-stopper was
an emerald green dress (which matched her green eyes)
that clung to her body and contrasted vividly with her
red hair.

Kissing her exploded my inhibitions, and my hands
began to stroke her through the robe. When she undid
it and let it drop to the ground, I felt her smooth
skin. My hands roamed--everywhere--for several minutes
until she stepped back and announced it was time to go
into the bedroom.

The first full view of her nude body was not nearly as
shocking as my view of Chuck. The month before, I had
helped him put together a large 4-poster bed. Made of
solid oak stained dark, it was heavy and imposing. It
was a beautiful bed with 5" posts that went up nearly
to the ceiling, with the posts connected to each other
with 2x6" beams. A gauzy canopy had been planned to
drape from the beams, softening the bed.

We'd spent several hours hefting it into place,
because it was sturdy as hell. When we were finished,
we'd laughed about how suitable it was for "tying a
damsel in distress". I thought that Chuck and Emily
would have loads of fun, putting Emily in distress. I
mentioned that it would be easy enough to suspend a
mirror between the beams, to add "a little drama." Oh,
the winks and raised eyebrows we shared.

Turns out, the sexual potential of the bed was being
exploited. Chuck was tied to the 4-poster. A rope had
been looped around a post at the foot of the bed and
over the two beams. Parachute wrist cuffs had been put
on his hands, and he was nearly suspended. His eyes
were covered by medical gauze pads that were taped in
place, ensuring his eyes stayed closed. This was all
pretty reasonable, because I could imagine Chuck
putting himself into bondage for Emily, but it got
worse.

Chuck was wearing wicked high-heeled shoes. He wore
dainty bobby socks and sandals with 3" heels and ankle
straps. They were porn-star shoes, the socks making it
seem girlish while the heels were whorish. He also
wore a pair of lacy panties, very feminine. His
nipples bore marks where he'd endured clamps, plus
little red welts around his nipples where he'd been
hit with a crop or something. Around his neck was his
boyscout leader's belt, not quite tight but since it
also went around a bedpost, it kept him in place. All
in all, he was dressed like a bondage slut... a female
bondage slut. It was a very disturbing sight.

"Chuck, I've brought your friend over, like I said I
would," Emily said in a sing-song voice.

"Oh shit," Chuck whispered.

"He thinks you look cute in your girly outfit too."

"Dammit Emily..."

"And guess what?" she taunted him, "he and I are gonna
fuck."

"Noooo, c'mon... this isn't funny."

"No, it sure isn't. But it is what you asked for,
isn't it?"

"Emily..." said Chuck. His tone was that of a man who
desperately wanted exactly what he was getting, but
hated himself for the consequences.

"I'm going to strip him now," Emily said. She told him
what she was removing, piece by piece. She brushed his
skin with my clothes, just to give him a tactile proof
that pieces were coming off. "Oh damn baby, he is so
hard," she said, ripping down my underwear. Then, I
had to fight to suppress a moan, because Emily wrapped
her lips around my cock and blew me.

The room was quiet for a minute, except for the loud
smacking sounds of a sloppy blowjob. It took a while
for me to relax, because it was my buddy's wife
sucking my dick. But after I became confident that he
couldn't know who his wife was blowing, I could enjoy
it. And, I must say, it was a nice BJ.

Emily gave my member one last loud slurpy smack, then
stood up and kissed Chuck. They kissed for a long
minute, until she broke it and asked how he liked the
taste of another man's cock on her tongue.

"Oh... baby...," was all he managed.

"I knew you would like it, slut," she purred, looking
at me and winking. I must say, it was a very different
side of Chuck I was seeing. I never imagined him to be
anything other than a manly dude. Now I was wondering
about him.

Frankly, when Emily called a couple weeks ago to
propose this meeting, I was shocked at the suggestion.
She swore that he was a real man, but that he had a
kinky side that sometimes needed a little attendance.
It took her that long to talk me into having sex with
her. Finding her sexy and wanting a meaningless
encounter were OK with me, but cuckholding one of my
better friends... that took a little getting used to.

"C'mon baby," she said to me, "come fuck me." She
moved onto the bed, crooking a finger at me. "Come
stick that hard fuckin' dick in my pussy."

I grinned since I couldn't answer. Now that I was in
the situation, and could see her pussy wet as hell
under her nicely trimmed red fur patch, I was ready to
go. I couldn't just fuck her, though. Instead, I slid
onto the bed and began to eat her wet cunt. It was
like tasting ambrosia.

"Oh YES!" she said, smacking the bed with her hand.
"YES YES YES!! Eat my fucking pussy!" I didn't need
encouragement, since eating pussy is my favorite
thing. I knew she was saying it for Chuck's benefit.
"YES! Stick that tongue in me--YES!"

"Oh God baby..." he whimpered, reacting to the
pleasure he heard in her voice. I could only imagine
the feeling he had, knowing his wife was being given
an orgasm by another man. He could hear she was loving
it. What could he think about that?

"Come here... lay here..." she told me, indicating
that I should put my head very close to the bedpost
Chuck was attached to. I laid diagonally on the bed,
and she mounted my face, leaning against the bed post
so she could whisper in his ear. She was soaking wet
when my tongue slid in, and she kept getting wetter. I
couldn't hear what she was saying, but she kept
grinding harder and harder. Finally, she was clenching
on my mouth, juices slopping out. I love making women
cum orally, so I am experienced, but she was by far
the wettest pussy I'd ever had the pleasure to eat.

She moved off my face, and I slid out and stood up to
catch my breath. I saw she was still whispering in his
ear, but she was also pulling on his little nipples,
rolling them between her thumb and fingers. Then she
clawed his hairy chest, adding to the marks already
there. She was tormenting and marking him. And he had
a huge bulge in his panties.

Finally, she let him be, and moved to the other end.
She put her head on her pillow, and told me to come
fuck her. "Come fuck your friend's wife," she told me.

"God baby, who is it?" Chuck pleaded.

"I'm not telling," she smiled. By now I was in place,
and told me to "slide that fat cock into me... all the
way... one thrust." Now, my cock isn't large or fat,
but he didn't know that. "Oooooohhhhh
Gaaaaawwwwwddddd" she moaned as I pushed into her.
Damn she was hot!

"Is it Steve?" Chuck asked.

"I'm not saying."

"Clem?" I just about shit when he said my name.

"I'm not saying!"

"Joe?" he asked.

This time, Emily didn't answer but instead encouraged
me to "pound my pussy."

"Kent? Scott?"

Eventually, Chuck ran out of names. Which was good,
since his talking bothered me. I wanted to cum, and
quick. Emily was so damn hot, and fucking her was too
fantastic to let her husband--my friend--ruin it.

"Let me know when you are about to cum," she said,
sensing that I was close. "Pull out and cum in my
mouth," she told me. The idea that I would cum in this
pretty woman's mouth was too sexy. I didn't last much
more than another minute before I pulled out,
franticly holding my cock's base to buy precious
seconds.

Then she was in place, her lips around my dick head. I
let go and fairly filled her mouth with cum. It was a
nice long orgasm, with lots and lots of pleasurable
squirts.

Unfortunately, I wasn't done before her mouth was
full. I was left to give my last squirts to the
mattress while she rolled off the bed and dropped to
her knees in front of Chuck. Emily pulled down his
panties, revealing his erection (and he was a big boy,
bigger than me!). Then she opened her mouth and bathed
his cock with my cum, then began sucking him off.

He seemed in disbelief, feeling my hot sperm on his
cock. Over and over he muttered that his wife had
fucked another man, as if the cum was the proof he had
needed. He pumped at her mouth wildly, seeking
release. I thought he was about there when Emily let
him go and stood up. "Oh please honey... I am so
close..." he wailed.

She smiled, and squeegeed cum from his shaft, sticking
her fingers into his mouth. He tried to turn his head,
to not accept her fingers, but he was not so mobile
with his neck belted to the bedpost. She pushed her
fingers all the way in, wriggling against his gag
reflex. It was brutal, but his cock was bouncing like
he loved it. He was absolutely throbbing.

Smiling even more, Emily pulled me over to hallway.
"Do you think you could help me fuck him like this?"
she asked.

"You mean with him standing up?"

"Yeah... do you think you could help support me?" Her
eyes were intense, like this was going to be the coup
de grace.

I agreed that I probably could, and we went back in.
Chuck was babbling about his need to cum, and as proof
there was a long string of precum from his dick all
the way to the floor.

Emily walked over and kissed him, wrapping her arms
around the bedpost. Then I helped her up enough that
she could position her pussy over his cock, then let
her settle down on him with her legs wrapped around
him and the bedpost. She began to hump at him, but her
movement wasn't so large. I knelt behind her and
pushed up on her ass, pushing her off his shaft then
letting her fall. I could see his cock sliding in and
out.

To be honest, helping her fuck him felt like
compensation for cuckholding him. After I came, I did
feel a little guilty. See his cock turn bright pink
and wet with her slime was nice, and when I saw his
cock hose distend from his shaft while he filled her
with cum... that made me feel better. Surely he didn't
care all that much about her fucking me if he was so
hard and had cum so fast. Right?

My final act was to help her off him. As I got
dressed, I saw her fingerfuck herself and wipe the
creampie on his outstretched tongue. Jesus, Chuck
liked the taste of cum! He was moaning out loud and
Emily was smiling. Cleaning her fingers was
pleasurable to both of them.

I left them to their kinky rituals, and headed to my
car. As I drove home, I wondered if I could look at
him the same way again. Or her! Holy shit! Had I seen
the worst of him, or the best?

Most of all, I wondered if I could do it again!