Three Loving Wives

This story contains three loving wives. I counted them.

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"I don't know why you haven't been able to seal the deal with Nancy," Peter Johnson said to his best friend.

"She just doesn't seem interested in fucking me," Michael Dodson replied. "I'm like stuck on your wife's friend list."

They were sunbathing next to the Johnsons' pool, naked, as they did once in a while. The Johnsons loved nude sunbathing and had spent a lot of money to surround their back yard with a privacy fence.

Pete worried about the bad health effects of the sun, and always slathered himself with sunscreen when lying out.

Nancy, the reluctant woman they were discussing, was Pete's wife.

Mike and his wife, Deborah, had been neighbors of the Johnsons for years. They often spent time together at the Johnsons' pool, sunbathing nude together with their best friends. Mike's skin was noticeably darker than Pete's, both because of his earthier natural coloring and his less paranoid sunscreen practices.

Mike and Pete were a contrast in almost everything. As were the wives, Deb being tall, flat-chested, and skinny, while Nancy was built lower to the ground, all curves, with tits out to here.

"I told Nancy again last night that I want her to let you cuckold me," Pete continued. "I told her I really want her to fuck you and make me watch. It's not fair that you don't have sex with my wife. I mean, Deb and I cuckold you sometimes. You should be getting your share."

"It would be so hot," Mike mumbled. "Fucking your wife. What tits Nancy has."

She did indeed. Nancy Johnson was almost a Latina caricature, with large pillowy breasts and a generously padded ass. When Nancy and Pete stood side by side at their pool, it was striking how opposite they were, the dark full-bodied woman, and the pale skinny husband.

Pete spoke up, "It would. So hot. Man, ever since I got this cuckold thing in my head, I just think about you fucking Nancy while I watch. Pulling on her nipples, fucking her cunt. We gotta get this plan moving, buddy. It'll be so hot."

Mike said, "I'm kind of lucky that Deb fucks you sometimes. It's exciting for me. I love watching you bone her."

"Well, I think I'm the lucky one. Your wife's not much in the tit department, but Deb and I love the hell out of cuckolding you. Good thing you like to watch us, 'cause we'd do it anyway, you know."

"I'm kind of ashamed how much I love watching it. Every time you plow her cunt from the back? Just banging the fuck out of her bony ass? Like my own porn movie. And Nancy whispers sick cucky shit in my ear, calls me a pussy, and beats my meat with her panties? God, that's all so hot. I blow my wad in her hand every time. You have such a hot wife."

Mike paused what he was doing and said, "The last time I asked Nancy if she'd consider having actual intercourse with me? Not just a handjob, but fuck me? She laughed, Pete. What the fuck? I'm a decent-looking guy, aren't I? My cock's as big as yours. And she knows we both want her to cheat with me?"

Pete's penis was becoming fully erect as they talked about their wives. "I'm not sure why my old lady won't throw you some pussy, buddy. Nancy tells me she thinks cuckolding me is exciting. She says if she fucked you it would even things up a little, what with Deb climbing up on my dick all the time. But she doesn't follow through. She's torturing you on purpose, and I don't know why."

"Maybe Nancy just doesn't think of me that way, you know. Like a lover," Mike said. "I'm kind of stuck in the friend zone. Well, her hand-job zone if there is such a thing."

"Maybe that's it. Maybe she . . . oh, Jesus Mike, shut up and keep sucking. I'm going to lose it any second. Get back on the dick, buddy. I'm close now. Lips and tongue buddy, lips and tongue."

Mike had been gently masturbating Pete's oily dick while they talked about their wives. Every few minutes he would drip more sunscreen on it to keep it slick. Then, when Pete was talking, Mike would give it a quick suck, keeping Pete on edge. But every time he sucked it again for a minute or two they needed more lotion.

Pete loved it when Mike serviced him next to the pool. Now he was nearing a climax and wanted Mike's mouth back on the end of his cock before he made a mess on himself.

Mike bent forward and resumed sucking his buddy's erect penis. They both fell silent as Mike took Pete's furry ball sack in his hand and gently kneaded the big balls inside.

"Lick my balls a little, Mike. I love that part."

Mike did. And once the entire sack was clean and spit-soaked, he lifted the scrotum upward and got his tongue down behind the balls to barely rim Pete's ass. Mike wasn't crazy about licking anybody's ass, but his wife Deborah insisted he do it for Pete. She said, "I read on the Internet that all the best cuckolds eat their bull's ass."

Soon Pete Johnson reached down and held his neighbor's head in place while he emptied his prostate gland into the back of Mike Dodson's mouth.

As different as the two husbands were, they were both quietly thinking the same thing. "Geez, I love this..."

***

Deborah and Nancy, also sunbathing nude, quietly watched their naked husbands from the back patio, lying side by side. They always enjoyed watching Pete make a complete sissy out of Mike. Mike never seemed to tire of blowing Pete, and he didn't exhibit any real resentment that Pete fucked Deb, while he never got near Nancy's pussy.

Oh, Mike grumbled once in a while, and Nancy had to shut him down, but it wasn't clear Mike had his heart in it. Neither was Mike terribly interested in making love to Deb. Which was generally fine with her, because she had the lowest libido of the four of them.

Mike seemed content with his lot. Everybody loved Mike, but Pete was the only one who really enjoyed Mike as a sex partner. His wife treated him more like a roommate than a lover. Deb hadn't initiated sex with Mike in months, and he would rarely be bold enough to take the initiative to try to seduce her. Their cool marital bed wasn't a problem for Deb. Deb rarely wanted sex. She had a very low sex drive, and Pete gave her the rare fucks she needed, which was only once in a while.

And Nancy, well, Nancy was probably never going to spread her legs for her friend's husband. She liked him as a person and was happy that he served so cheerfully as a mouth or ass for Pete to squirt off in. Nancy tolerated, but rarely really enjoyed, making love to Pete. So the less he needed her that way, the happier she was. Pete was a terrific provider and a kind and gentle man. Nancy couldn't imagine ever being married to anyone else. She'd give him all the pussy he wanted. But if he wanted less pussy thanks to having Mike around, everybody came out ahead.

"Mike's so cute, Deb. Pete talked to him about how he enjoys being my cuckold, and your little guy thinks someday I'll let him fuck me. As if."

"I'm so jealous, Nancy," Deb said. "My husband is such a faggot. How did I not see the real Mike when we were engaged? If it weren't for you letting me borrow Pete when I feel the need, I don't know what I'd do."

"What? Once a month? Nada, amiga. I never understood why you don't like sex as much as normal people. Anyway, I can afford to be generous with Pete's penis, girlfriend. I get all the side-cock I need from Jeff. He's a better lover than Pete, and bigger down there, too. You and your husband keep my husband busy, and I get more time with Pete's boss. Sounds like a win/win to me."

***

Peter and Nancy Johnson had come to an uneasy compromise about "side-cock" the year before.

Pete had been shocked and outraged when he found out that his wife was having an affair with Jeff Francis, his boss. It happened the way it usually does, with Pete coming home a day early from a trip and finding his boss's car parked in his driveway. Jeff's frequent leering at and groping of Nancy had long worried Pete, and he entered his house quietly.

Pete found his wife and Jeff asleep in bed together, exhausted. The room stank of sex.

After a lot of shouting, Nancy and Jeff simply told Pete that they refused to give each other up. Hell, they didn't even get dressed. Naked, Jeff told him that Pete could keep his job, or quit, Jeff really didn't care either way. "You're a terrific worker, Pete, but there's other people looking for jobs. If you don't want to stick around, I'll find somebody to replace you."

Nancy said he could divorce her, if he wanted, or stay. That would be up to him. But Nancy was going to keep having "an open marriage," or else she wanted no marriage at all. Jeff was permanent for her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Nancy opened her legs and flaunted her battered crotch at her husband. "See this? This is what a real man can do, with a real cock. Jeff's dick reaches places inside me that your cock can't even see. I'm going to love you forever, Peter Johnson, but you have to let me have a man on the side, or we're over."

"Some open marriage," Pete groused. "I've always been faithful to you."

"Really?" Nancy retorted.

Pete was silent.

"Really, Peter Johnson? Faithful? You've *always* been faithful?"

Uh, oh, Pete thought.

"I know all about Deb Dodson sucking your cheating cock at the cook-out. I saw it happen. I was in the den; you didn't know that, did you? I looked out the side window. And did I say anything? I did not. My best friend in the world swallowed my dear husband's not so faithful cheating cock and I said nothing. If that skinny whore wants my leftovers she's welcome to them. Keep cheating your wife and your best friend. You have my permission. Open marriage for you, too. But don't get all sanctimonious with me about Jeff here."

Jeff was grinning from ear to ear, on his side facing Pete. His semi-hard penis was draped across his thigh, covered in Nancy juice.

"Now I'll tell you what comes next, Darling. I'm going to make you the best deal ever. You shut up and sit down in that chair and watch me cuckold you again. Sit. Watch Jeff fuck me senseless and don't say a word. Not. One. Word. Take notes; he's a lot better at this than you are. A lot. This won't take long; with you watching I'm going to get off in record time. Try this. You're always going on and on about your cuckold fantasy? Asking me to fuck your boyfriend Mike? Well, your fantasy has come true, darling. Been true for months now. You're a real, live cuckold and your boss is your bull. Sit and watch and have fun. We may or may not ever let you watch us again. But this one time, watch how an expert opens your wife up. Get busy, Jeff. Back into the hole, Bossman."

Pete felt more lust than anger as his supervisor slid a very wide cock in and out of the cunt of the woman he married. Her moans made it clear that Jeff was indeed better at this. Peter had never before heard some of the happy sounds that Jeff induced as he sawed his generous cock in and out of Nancy's drooling pussy. Pete's perfectly average cock was hard as iron in his pants.

Three or four minutes later Pete cleared his throat and gently asked, "Nancy, may I play with myself? I want to play with my dick. Is that OK?"

It was, and Jeff smiled broadly when he saw his cuckolded subordinate masturbating his penis on the chair in the corner. Pete stared at Jeff's glistening cock as it stabbed in and out of Nancy's wet cunt. Jeff deserved Pete's acceptance, Pete realized. Jeff deserved to be Nancy's bull. What an organ he had, longer and wider than Pete's perfectly normal cock. Pete had never experienced any of that small penis humiliation stuff he read about on the Net. But looking at that shiny cunt stretcher of Jeff's? Boss cock, for sure.

Pete watched Nancy have her first small orgasm and realized that it made more sense that he be cuckolded by a real bull of a man. What had he been thinking with that fantasy of Mike being a bull for a woman like Nancy? Nancy, whose vagina was being plundered by Jeff right in front of his eyes. And ears - Nancy shouted her final climax.

Pete's orgasm swiftly followed on the heels of Nancy's. He made a big mess of his own pants when he squirted his load. Jeff saw Pete ejaculate, and smiled. It all seemed so perfect. Pete was Jeff's number two at the office, and now Pete knows he's number two in his wife's vagina.

Things would be fine between the couple after that day. They had exchanged angry words, yes, but the second Nancy laid down the law Pete fell not merely silent but accepting. His long-secret cuckold fantasy had suddenly and unexpectedly become real, but with Jeff, not Mike. Pete would no longer imagine somehow getting Mike between Nancy's legs. Pete was thrilled to learn that he already was a cuckold, and his bull was his boss in the office, too. His life was soon to be whatever Jeff wanted, 24/7.

After he shot his cum into Pete's wife, Jeff slowly pulled his softening dick out of Nancy and asked Pete if he wanted to eat her cream pie. Pete had never once eaten pussy, and he now found the idea of cleaning up a used one repugnant.

He said no, and Jeff just said: "Someday you will, Pete, someday soon you will."

***

The next few months were peaceful and satisfying. Pete actually came to feel happy that a sort of weight had been taken off his shoulders. He was no longer responsible for the sexual satisfaction of his smoldering hot wife, a burden he'd always borne without really thinking much about how much it weighed. He was now sexually liberated, free to do what he wanted when he wanted if it pleased him. Nancy would henceforth assume total responsibility for keeping her own body satisfied. On any given day her desires might, or might not, include her husband. Increasingly, not.

Deb sometimes enjoyed sucking Pete's cock, usually while Nancy watched and cheered them on. Pete's wife sort of felt like Pete and her friend were her private sex puppets, doing what they were told when they were told. She got much more pleasure out of watching Deb drain Pete's nuts than draining them herself.

After their third or fourth encounter, the three of them made Deb's husband Mike become a participant. He'd been easy to snare; Nancy groped the crotch of his pants a few times when they were alone and muttered that "Pete has a cuckold fantasy. He wants me to do you."

Of course, Nancy had no intention at all of following through, but she was able to lead Mike around by his cock like a little horny boy until she had him comfortable in his real role.

The very next day, poolside, Nancy knelt next to Mike's lounge chair and did it again, fondling his penis through his bathing suit. Pete and Deb, by prearrangement, had gone into the kitchen but awaited their cue.

Nancy looked at Mike and said "Pete wants to watch this" and she waved to the window. Pete walked out and came alongside his wife and friend. He said "It's OK buddy, I want to see Nancy play with you. I told you it's my favorite kink."

Mike groaned and closed his eyes. Nancy continued to work at her handjob. When Mike opened his eyes again, his wife was there saying, "I don't mind Nancy jerking you off, honey. I want to play with Pete, too. All even, OK?"

But instead of merely fondling Pete, Deb tugged down his suit and latched her mouth on his prominent erection.

Mike watched passively as his wife's head bobbed back and forth in front of his best friend's crotch. All the while Nancy muttered to him variations of "Everything is going to be OK now," and "we're going to be happy now that everything is in the open."

Mike knew right away when Pete's cock delivered its cum load into Deb's busy mouth. Pete rose up on his toes and groaned his release and Deb swallowed and gulped the big mouthful of semen.

Pete then led Deb to the nearby grass, took off her suit, and gently inserted his still-rigid dick in her vagina. As Mike watched his wife respond, wrapping Pete in her long arms and legs, he noticed that Nancy had stopped stroking his cock after she had placed his own hand in his lap. He began to take care of himself when Nancy spoke to him. "Play with yourself, Mike. Get yourself off watching my husband fuck your wife. Deb loves his cock Mike, doesn't she? Does Pete go deeper than you do, maybe that's it."

The verbal humiliation, and the rapid jerking of his own hand, led Mike to one of the best orgasms he could remember. How could that be? Mike whimpered in shame as he gave up his own cum, into his bathing suit, at his own fingertips, his poor dick untouched and undesired by anyone there. Mike was humiliated and also satisfied - and drained for the day.

Pete, however, was usually good for two orgasms, and having a few minutes before fed the first to Deb's mouth, he now pounded his second cum shot as deep and as high in her crotch as his own average dick could reach. He hoped she was on birth control, but it was too late to ask.

***

A few weeks later Mike still clung to the dream that Nancy was going to have sex with him "to even the score" for Pete's affair with Deb. Pete kind of led him on, continuing to talk about how much he would enjoy being cuckolded, how often he supposedly entreated Nancy to sleep with Mike.

Mike had no idea that Pete's heated cuckold cravings were being thoroughly satisfied by Jeff, Pete's boss.

***

Pete's cravings were not the only ones Jeff was satisfying. Every Tuesday and Thursday Jeff turned to his secretary, said "I'm taking some time; Pete is in charge," and disappeared. Within 30 minutes Jeff would be heaving naked and sweaty between Nancy's spread brown thighs, satisfying her cravings, too.

Pete got both personal and sexual thrills out of Jeff telling Cynthia that he was in charge. First of all, Jeff's loud announcement to everyone in earshot confirmed to all Pete's "number 2 of many" status. He felt like a big shot, the Deputy taking over the helm of the ship.

Secondly, Jeff's announcements ratified for Pete his cuckold status, which excited Pete. In his head, when Jeff announced he was "taking some time," what Pete's brain heard Jeff say was, "I'm gonna go fuck your wife now, wimp, make your wife my slut. And there's nothing you can do about it. Your wife loves my dick more than yours." Jeff's departure announcements never failed to give Pete a stiff hard-on.

Finally, Pete got a thrill because Cynthia heard he was in charge. It made Pete feel a little more important to her. Pete imagined that it gave Cynthia, for whom he had long lusted, a sense of what an important man Pete was. Each time Pete was put in charge, he exchanged glances with Cynthia. Pete was sure he saw a little bit of admiration in her stare, and he imagined being in charge of her, in bed somewhere.

Little did Pete know that Cynthia's quick glance instead hid ridicule. Jeff had told her a while ago that he was ducking out to fuck Pete's wife. At first, Jeff told Cynthia to keep an eye on Pete in case he left the building. Cynthia was ready, the first few times, to call Jeff an alert if Pete unexpectedly went off-site.

By the third week, however, Jeff told Cynthia to relax, that Pete's wife had insisted on telling Pete what she was up to. Jeff and Nancy were now openly cuckolding Pete, Cynthia learned. For some unexplained reason that made Cynthia's cunt just dripping wet. From then on Jeff made his "leaving now" announcements, Pete looked thrilled, and Cynthia was reminded what a wimpy powerless cuck Pete was, letting Jeff borrow Nancy's pussy.

Pete's delusions of power finally led him to make a move on Cynthia. After all, his wife wouldn't object, and Jeff really couldn't either, Pete reasoned. If they were actually fucking wildly in his bed at this very moment, he reasoned, neither one of them could prevent him from enjoying Cynthia. And Cynthia wanted him, didn't she? All those naughty glances. What else could they mean?

Pete's clumsy idea of a seduction was to grope her unexpectedly. That didn't get him very far. She jumped away from his hands and gave him a "what the hell were you thinking?" speech. He retreated, and she and Jeff shared a good laugh the next morning when she told him what happened. But Jeff got a devious idea.