All She Had To Do Is Ask

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The afternoon barbeque was in full swing, and Bryce returned to the house to use the restroom.  On his back way out, he heard his wife, Samantha, and her best friend talking in the kitchen.  He heard the word “cheat” and hesitated a moment.

“Have you ever actually cheated on Bryce?”

“Oh god Donna. No, I couldn’t do that.”

“Well, then what are you talking about?  Who is this guy?  What was his name, Mark?”

“He’s just a guy at work who is drop-dead sexy.  He’s nothing.” 

“Nothing?  Seriously?  Nothing?”

“Look, Bryce is an amazing husband, a great father, and honestly, great in bed, I have no complaints.”

Donna looked at her with a little smile, “But?”

“Look Mark is a stuck-up jerk, he is. He’s arrogant as hell. I don’t even like talking to him. But sometimes he looks at me like he would devour me.  He would fuck me senseless, pull up his pants and walk out.  Use me.  It’s…it’s…I don’t know, it’s hot.  Maybe I want to be used as a fuck-toy sometime, you know?”

“Oh my God Sam!!”

“Bryce is so nice, so loving, so wonderful, but sometimes….”

He had listened long enough.  Bryce walked into the kitchen, his eyes blazing, took Sam by the hand, and led her upstairs.  Donna held her breath, her eyes wide, with shock and fear.  

“Oh no!” she thought, I wonder how much he heard.  She stood for a few minutes before deciding to go see if her friend was OK.

She crept up the stairs and heard undeniable rhythmic slaps, moans, and the occasional, “OH MY GOD.”

After a minute or two she heard him pick up the pace and her friend shout that she was, ‘cumming all over your hard cock.’

Donna stood in the hallway, too shocked to move.

The door flung open, Bryce was pulling up his pants, Sam was still lying in the bed with her sundress around her waist.  Bryce smirked at Donna as we walked out of the room and said over his shoulder:  

“I can be that guy.  All she had to do was ask!”

Published 2 months ago

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