Milt was a quiet, unassuming guy. He had a mid-level office job and liked to watch TV in the evenings. Of course, he would have loved to be out with girls but he'd never had much luck in that department. His looks were average but his personality was bland. Girls usually didn't go out with him and, if they did, never went a second time. So when his old high school classmate, KT, phoned him unexpectedly and said he needed someone to fill out a double date foursome, and that Milt would be perfect, it was a complete surprise. Milt hadn't known KT that well in school. KT always had dates and often made jokes at Milt's expense. He also borrowed money from Milt and never remembered to repay any of it. So what was happening?
Cautious, but intrigued by the chance to go on a date, Milt agreed. KT said he would be by to pick him up on Friday night at eight. They would be going to a club where they could get drinks and something light to eat. That was fine with Milt. He would be glad to be able to get a little alcohol. Nothing too strong. Maybe just a glass of wine. That would help him relax and enjoy himself. When he asked KT about the girl he would be paired with, his former classmate told him not to worry, she would be perfect for him. Meekly, Milt accepted the reassurance and, after the call, started thinking about what he would wear. He went back to watching television but couldn't stop thinking about this sudden and very welcome opportunity.
Friday night arrived and Milt was ready, dressed in casual slacks and a new pale blue shirt. He had realized too late that he didn't own any casual shoes that were new enough for the occasion, so he had on dressy black footwear. His short hair was neatly combed and the soft fuzz that he grew on his face instead of stubble was properly shaved. From the street in front of his modest house a car horn blew. Milt rushed out and saw KT seated confidently behind the wheel of a sleek, late model car. Beside him was a girl who was pretty, though she had on a lot of make-up. As Milt got closer he saw that she also had on a low-cut top and short skirt, to show off her full curves.
The sight of her thrilled Milt. He was attracted to women with full busts and big asses. So when he saw the second woman in the back seat, who must be his date, he was doubly enthused. She was even more curvaceous that KT's date, with generous lips and dark hair that spilled to her bare shoulders. He opened the rear door and slid in gingerly alongside her, trying not to stare at her plump thighs and the tops of her heavy breasts. She gave him an inviting smile outlined in dark red lipstick and said, "Hey, handsome. Ready to have some fun tonight?" He nodded and then found his voice to reply, "Sure. I mean, yes. I'm ready." She chuckled, as did the girl up front, and said "Then let's go. My name's Kandy, with a 'K'. And you're Mitt."
"Um, Milt, actually," he corrected as gently as he could. She shrugged, making her impressive bust rise and fall. "Whatever." KT pulled away from the curb and soon had them downtown, heading into a less than desirable area. They pulled into a small parking lot and all got out. KT told Milt, "Hey, buddy, you want to pay the attendant? It's a flat rate so you're getting a bargain." Milt wasn't too happy about having to open his wallet but he told himself that they were riding in KT's car and burning his gas, so why not.
Then they were in the club and found booth. The girls ordered sandwiches and KT said they'd have a pitcher of beer for the table. Milt was squeezed in next to Kandy, her warm thigh against him. She patted his knee and said he was cute. He told her she was very pretty. He could have said sexy, especially with all that eye make-up she wore, but he didn't want to push his luck and have another dead end date. The four of them made small talk. Milt felt the beer going to his head but considered that a good thing. Kandy fussed with the collar of his shirt and then touched his neck, stroking it lightly and getting him distractedly excited. She kept playing like that for the next hour, between bites of her cheeseburger and swallows of beer. Milt kept sneaking glances at her body and then forcing his attention higher. He was fascinated by her large hoop earrings and wanted to touch them. Also her ears. And that thrusting bosom.
After three beers Milt felt incautiously bold. He put his hand on Kandy's forearm. She put her hand over his and leaned close to him to kiss him, first on the cheek and then full on the mouth. He was smitten and received the kiss passively. Her fingers teased his crotch and he squirmed helplessly under the caress. Kandy whispered into his ear, "We could go back to KT's place and do a hell of a lot more than just kiss, lover." He took a sip of beer to be sure he could speak and then said that would be wonderful. She told KT something in a hushed voice and, after that pitcher of beer was empty, they left, once Milt had paid their entire bill. Soon they were at KT's apartment, in an only slightly better part of of the city. When they got upstairs, KT and his date, who Milt learned belatedly was named Teena, sat on his sofa and began to paw each other.
"Come on," Kandy said to Milt. "The bedroom's all ours." He let her lead him by the hand, like a virgin to the sacrifice. His eyes lingered on her wide swaying backside. Then they were alongside the bed and she was unbuttoning his shirt. At the same time he unbuckled his belt and before he knew it he was naked. But Kandy was still dressed. As if it was the natural thing to do she told him, "Hey sweets, get down on your knees and slip my panties off for me." He was only too happy to obey, even though it put him in a rather subordinate position. He could smell her femininity on the silky garment as she stepped out of it and he raised it to the level of his chest. Her scent was strong, a bit unpleasant, but intimately exciting at the same time. She laid on the bed on her back and hiked up her skirt, giving him an eyeful of her fleshy mound and protruding pink pussy lips.
"I'll tell you what I like," she said bluntly. "I like a guy to get his mouth on my snatch and do a long slow dance with his tongue inside me before we get to the main act. You're going to do that for me now, aren't you, Mitt?" This time he didn't correct her about his name. Naked, he put himself between her shapely legs. At this stage he felt it was alright for him to put his hands on her thick, firm calves and rub them. She didn't object. Milt's penis was hard and his balls were drawn up tight. She told him, "Come on, baby. Get that mouth busy or I might just lose interest before we get where you want to go." He understood that and moved his face directly in front of her puffy labia. The smell of her sex got stronger. He didn't like it. He had never liked using his mouth that way on a woman. But he didn't feel he had a choice.
So Milt stuck out his tongue and began licking. Kandy sighed and that encouraged him. He was on his way to having sex with her. He lapped her up and down, trying to ignore the unpleasant taste. Then he probed her, feeling an oiliness or even sliminess in her interior. He sucked her clit, which provoked wild moans and made her hips roll. Milt kept at it, waiting for her to signal him that she was done with foreplay. Instead, she left him down there while she was launched into one orgasm and then, after much more effort on his part, a second one. Only then did she tell him to move up. He did and, when he touched her wetness with the tip of his dick, she halted him.
"Mmmm," Kandy purred. "That feels soooo good. Just keep doing that for a little while." It was driving him crazy to be so close but not able to go any further, but it was pleasing her so he didn't penetrate any further. Then she wet the tips of her forefingers in her mouth, a very erotic sight, and used them to tease his nipples. He got even more excited and felt like he was losing control. She played with him that way, keeping him on the verge, not quite finishing him and then, when he thought she might tell him to enter the rest of the way, she instead speeded up her finger action and made him shoot his load. Afraid to disobey her previous request, he still didn't press himself any deeper into her, except to get the entire head of his member inside. He got relief but was still very frustrated to have not had the full experience.
Kandy laughed softly and said, "Poor baby. I guess it's been a while since you got laid." Without thinking he admitted, "Yes, it's been kind of a long time." "Well," she said consolingly, "next time it'll work out better. I mean, we ARE going to keep seeing each other. Right?" Still under her spell and eager to enjoy what he had missed, he agreed. She patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's real good. Now why don't you get off me, babycakes?" Feeling like he had done something wrong, Milt quickly rose, the end of his penis glistening with cum. He felt foolish. Kandy smirked at him. He wondered what she was thinking.
After that they saw each other at least twice a week. Kandy would have Milt drive to her apartment and pick her up. It was a few blocks from KT's place. They would go out for a meal. She ate voraciously, showing him how she had gotten her curves so filled out. He didn't care because he was constantly aroused in her presence by those exaggerated contours. Then they would return to her apartment. Milt always wound up slightly drunk and naked, while Kandy retained most of her clothes. Plus, they replayed that scene from their first encounter, with her ordering him to give her oral sex. She never offered to do the same for him. Kandy was selfish that way but he didn't object because she implied that the workouts his tongue performed on her pungent vagina always assured him of another date. The thought of being rejected was too upsetting for him to refuse her.
Plus, she kept saying that she loved the way he didn't fully enter her. She limited him to just touching her with the end of his dick, feeling the warmth, softness and moisture, then teasing his nipples until he exploded, each time more prematurely than before, until he developed a hair trigger. Sex became less and less satisfying for Milt but he grew more and more addicted to the games she played, until he was helpless. Kandy would keep him busy for an hour, between her first and second orgasm, just kissing his way up and down her bounteous form, which added to his dependence on her in the bedroom. After three months he was mentally enslaved to her. That was when she made her announcement.
Kandy told him, "Things are working out okay between us Milt. It was real sweet of you to pay my rent last month. But we could live together cheaper if we were both at your place cause, like, you own it. So we should get married. You know?" What could Milt say? She had him mesmerized. He declared that he would take her out to buy a ring the next day. She said, "That's the right answer, loverboy. Now get your face back down there into Pussy Valley and give me another ride on that magic tongue. Sorry I didn't wash earlier." She giggled. "But I know you like that way I taste, don't you, baby?" Rather than risk insulting her he said, "I do. It's fine. You don't ever have to wash down there." What was he telling her? He hated how fishy she had become down there lately. She answered, "If that's how you want it, I'll never clean my pussy. After all, Milty, you're the boss." He knew that wasn't true but somehow found it charming that she said it. Then he returned to lapping at her swollen, malodorous lady lips.
Milt was unhappy with the expensive ring Kandy selected for herself but he wanted to do everything the right way. She moved into his place and immediately marked her territory by leaving clothing and dirty dishes everywhere. He was constantly picking up after her but it was worth it just to see her lying around, sprawled out in her underwear, those desirable curves on display. He still hadn't gotten all the way inside her but somehow that didn't seem so important when he considered that they were living together and soon would be husband and wife. Everything would work itself out, he was certain.
It was a small wedding. He was relieved that she didn't spend as freely on that as she seemed to on everything else. They got married in a tiny church, with Kandy looking stunning in a tight wedding dress and stacked white heels. The reception went smoothly, though she did dance awfully closely with KT. Teena didn't seem to mind and even told Milt that she and KT had an 'open relationship' and could do whatever they wanted with whoever they pleased. Then, at long last, everything was done and it was time for Milt and his new wife to return to their home. There would be a postponed honeymoon in two weeks, when he was able to get off from work. But right now he was more than eager to consumate their vows properly, with the complete sexual act at last.
After he was undressed and Kandy down to just her incredibly sexy lingerie, he made a comment about Teena and KT's unrestrictive relationship. Kandy nodded thoughtfully. She said, "It's really better that way." He hesitated before pointing out, "But, of course, they're not married." "Oh, but it works the same even if you're hitched. It's a good way to keep from getting jealous." "J... jealous? But I wouldn't share YOU with anyone else." "What are you talking about?" She was suddenly angry. "Are you telling me what I can and can't do?" "Well, no." "So then an open marriage is all right." "I guess, in principle, it is..." "Well, I don't want us to get off to a bad start. We should do this right. I'm going to call KT and have him bring Teena over. That way you can have sex with another woman and you'll see that I'm not jealous." "B... but, darling, it's our wedding night." "And what better time to get this straight between us?" "Yes, but, I d... don't want to be with Teena." "It didn't look like that while you were dancing with her at the reception. You think she's really hot, don't you." "Well, yes but... I mean, she's very attractive and all..." "Listen, we're going to do this -- or else."
He didn't now what to say and listened wordlessly as she phoned KT and told him what had happened. In less that fifteen minutes he was at their front door with Teena. Both of them had changed into casual clothes. Milt had wanted to get dressed but Kandy told him to just put on the shorty robe she had bought for him (with his credit card). It barely covered his privates and, in the back, would expose his butt if he bent forward. Feeling very uncomfortable, he let their visitors in and then had to go and fetch beers for them. When he returned, Teena had taken off most of her clothes and was sitting on the couch in just bra and panties, her legs carelessly apart. He handed her a beer and couldn't help being attracted to her voluptuous body. KT noticed and said, "Hey, our boy's got a stiffy for Teena." Kandy pointed and laughed. She said, "See, husband dearest. An open marriage will be good for us. You two can have the bed. KT and me will just use the floor." She smiled at her soon-to-be lover. "Right, stud?" He took a swig from his beer, belched, and said, "Wherever. As long as I can my hands on those huge tits and that enormous ass."
While Milt felt sick the other three laughed as if KT had said something witty. Kandy sent her groom to the kitchen for bags of snack food. He returned and his wife and KT were already on the rug, undressing each other. This couldn't be happening. As he stood there in front of Teena she reached up under the back of his robe and pinched his bottom, then decided out loud, "Time for us to do the dirty, Mr. Married Man." She stood and grabbed him by the upper arm to tug him along behind her. "Kandy tells me you're incredible with your mouth. Now I'll get to see for myself." As Milt looked back, his wife and KT had their mouths locked together and were obviously swirling their tongues against each other as their hands roamed freely.
Teena yanked the robe off him and shoved him onto the bed. She flopped down on her back and spread her legs lewdly. Milt had to drag down her panties. She had a pussy like his bride's, with a high mound and pouting lips. He also found, as he got his face directly in front of it, that it was as unclean as his wife's and smelled even worse. "Let's go, supermouth. After I've finished twice you can have your fun." He kept himself from gagging as he began the ministrations he knew so well from endless practice. Teena played with his ears and hair. She shoved her crotch against his lower face and grew very wet. He had to swallow some of her juices, they were so plentiful. Then she began to react more, moaning and humping against his busy mouth. She took even longer than Kandy to finish but when she came it was explosive.
At the same time, Milt could hear his wife and KT in the other room. They made no effort to be quiet. Kandy urged him on, saying, "Slam me harder, you bastard. This is amazing. That jerk Milt never did me like this. Maybe from now on I'll just use his mouth and to hell with his dick." She laughed uproariously before becoming caught up in her mounting passion once more. Kandy hollered, "Damn it, man, you've got me going like a bitch in heat. I'll do any freaking thing you want, KT, if you just make me cum." Milt felt faint at hearing all of that but that was when Teena grabbed his ears, twisted them, and shoved his face back against her wet sticky pussy lips. He had to start all over and not stop until, after a looong time, she had her second climax. Afterwards his lips were sore and he was breathing hard from having his mouth occupied that way for so long.
Finally Teena said, "All right, Mr. Tongue. Move on up and get the tip of your bone against my sweet spot. That's the way. Kandy told me this is how you like it. Right?" After hearing his wife have that loud orgasm he was in no condition to contradict the woman he was with. He said quietly, "Yes, Teena. That's what I prefer. I would, um, finish too fast otherwise." Which was true because of the way Kandy had treated him and conditioned him. Teena smiled at him and remarked, "Hell, Kandy says you pop off right away even like this, when she teases you THIS way." All at once her talented fingers were dancing on his receptive nipples. He gasped, groaned, and launched his seed all over the opening of her sex. Then he sobbed and hung his head, feeling disgraced. Teena chuckled at his dismay. Then she pushed him off her and hollered out to the other room, "You were right, Kandy. He was done before he started. How's it going out there?"
Kandy called back, "Super. KT's all ready for round two. This open marriage stuff is great. You mind if we swap guys for a month or two?" "Nah. I like having my snatch slobbered all over while it's being treated nice by your hubby's tongue." Milt was almost in shock. "But he did leave a mess down there." "Hey, Mitt," Kandy shouted. "Be a freaking gentleman and lick her clean. Do it. NOW." In a daze, the cuckolded husband did as he was told. He slurped up the mess he had left and even gave Teena a third, though much smaller, finish. Then the big girl dragged him out of bed, marched him to where the lovers lay on the rug, and made him do the same for his bride, while KT lay alongside her and kissed her deeply.
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A month later the partner exchange was still in effect. Milt was almost never allowed to finish. He had to eat Teena's smelly puss on demand and clean up his wife after she had sex with KT. Sometimes she even made him gently lap her while she talked dirty on the phone with her lover. Kandy had become a total slut wife. Milt was beginning to understand that, to some extent, all of this had been planned. Maybe it wouldn't have gone this far if he had stood up for himself but he wasn't that strong. He faced many years of married life with a cheating spouse. She even told him that at some point, when she wanted a change from KT, she would feel free to find other men. And because Milt was such a wussy, she decided, his chances of ever having real sex with her had shrunk to some point between 'not likely' and 'never going to happen'.
The worst part, for the hapless groom, was that he was starting to get aroused by the way he was mistreated. He feared how much further this remaking of his sexual persona might go in the months -- and years -- to come. He might even get hooked on being a body slave and clean up boy. But he didn't have that much time to dwell on his fate. His wife and her friends kept him too busy for that.
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Cautious, but intrigued by the chance to go on a date, Milt agreed. KT said he would be by to pick him up on Friday night at eight. They would be going to a club where they could get drinks and something light to eat. That was fine with Milt. He would be glad to be able to get a little alcohol. Nothing too strong. Maybe just a glass of wine. That would help him relax and enjoy himself. When he asked KT about the girl he would be paired with, his former classmate told him not to worry, she would be perfect for him. Meekly, Milt accepted the reassurance and, after the call, started thinking about what he would wear. He went back to watching television but couldn't stop thinking about this sudden and very welcome opportunity.
Friday night arrived and Milt was ready, dressed in casual slacks and a new pale blue shirt. He had realized too late that he didn't own any casual shoes that were new enough for the occasion, so he had on dressy black footwear. His short hair was neatly combed and the soft fuzz that he grew on his face instead of stubble was properly shaved. From the street in front of his modest house a car horn blew. Milt rushed out and saw KT seated confidently behind the wheel of a sleek, late model car. Beside him was a girl who was pretty, though she had on a lot of make-up. As Milt got closer he saw that she also had on a low-cut top and short skirt, to show off her full curves.
The sight of her thrilled Milt. He was attracted to women with full busts and big asses. So when he saw the second woman in the back seat, who must be his date, he was doubly enthused. She was even more curvaceous that KT's date, with generous lips and dark hair that spilled to her bare shoulders. He opened the rear door and slid in gingerly alongside her, trying not to stare at her plump thighs and the tops of her heavy breasts. She gave him an inviting smile outlined in dark red lipstick and said, "Hey, handsome. Ready to have some fun tonight?" He nodded and then found his voice to reply, "Sure. I mean, yes. I'm ready." She chuckled, as did the girl up front, and said "Then let's go. My name's Kandy, with a 'K'. And you're Mitt."
"Um, Milt, actually," he corrected as gently as he could. She shrugged, making her impressive bust rise and fall. "Whatever." KT pulled away from the curb and soon had them downtown, heading into a less than desirable area. They pulled into a small parking lot and all got out. KT told Milt, "Hey, buddy, you want to pay the attendant? It's a flat rate so you're getting a bargain." Milt wasn't too happy about having to open his wallet but he told himself that they were riding in KT's car and burning his gas, so why not.
Then they were in the club and found booth. The girls ordered sandwiches and KT said they'd have a pitcher of beer for the table. Milt was squeezed in next to Kandy, her warm thigh against him. She patted his knee and said he was cute. He told her she was very pretty. He could have said sexy, especially with all that eye make-up she wore, but he didn't want to push his luck and have another dead end date. The four of them made small talk. Milt felt the beer going to his head but considered that a good thing. Kandy fussed with the collar of his shirt and then touched his neck, stroking it lightly and getting him distractedly excited. She kept playing like that for the next hour, between bites of her cheeseburger and swallows of beer. Milt kept sneaking glances at her body and then forcing his attention higher. He was fascinated by her large hoop earrings and wanted to touch them. Also her ears. And that thrusting bosom.
After three beers Milt felt incautiously bold. He put his hand on Kandy's forearm. She put her hand over his and leaned close to him to kiss him, first on the cheek and then full on the mouth. He was smitten and received the kiss passively. Her fingers teased his crotch and he squirmed helplessly under the caress. Kandy whispered into his ear, "We could go back to KT's place and do a hell of a lot more than just kiss, lover." He took a sip of beer to be sure he could speak and then said that would be wonderful. She told KT something in a hushed voice and, after that pitcher of beer was empty, they left, once Milt had paid their entire bill. Soon they were at KT's apartment, in an only slightly better part of of the city. When they got upstairs, KT and his date, who Milt learned belatedly was named Teena, sat on his sofa and began to paw each other.
"Come on," Kandy said to Milt. "The bedroom's all ours." He let her lead him by the hand, like a virgin to the sacrifice. His eyes lingered on her wide swaying backside. Then they were alongside the bed and she was unbuttoning his shirt. At the same time he unbuckled his belt and before he knew it he was naked. But Kandy was still dressed. As if it was the natural thing to do she told him, "Hey sweets, get down on your knees and slip my panties off for me." He was only too happy to obey, even though it put him in a rather subordinate position. He could smell her femininity on the silky garment as she stepped out of it and he raised it to the level of his chest. Her scent was strong, a bit unpleasant, but intimately exciting at the same time. She laid on the bed on her back and hiked up her skirt, giving him an eyeful of her fleshy mound and protruding pink pussy lips.
"I'll tell you what I like," she said bluntly. "I like a guy to get his mouth on my snatch and do a long slow dance with his tongue inside me before we get to the main act. You're going to do that for me now, aren't you, Mitt?" This time he didn't correct her about his name. Naked, he put himself between her shapely legs. At this stage he felt it was alright for him to put his hands on her thick, firm calves and rub them. She didn't object. Milt's penis was hard and his balls were drawn up tight. She told him, "Come on, baby. Get that mouth busy or I might just lose interest before we get where you want to go." He understood that and moved his face directly in front of her puffy labia. The smell of her sex got stronger. He didn't like it. He had never liked using his mouth that way on a woman. But he didn't feel he had a choice.
So Milt stuck out his tongue and began licking. Kandy sighed and that encouraged him. He was on his way to having sex with her. He lapped her up and down, trying to ignore the unpleasant taste. Then he probed her, feeling an oiliness or even sliminess in her interior. He sucked her clit, which provoked wild moans and made her hips roll. Milt kept at it, waiting for her to signal him that she was done with foreplay. Instead, she left him down there while she was launched into one orgasm and then, after much more effort on his part, a second one. Only then did she tell him to move up. He did and, when he touched her wetness with the tip of his dick, she halted him.
"Mmmm," Kandy purred. "That feels soooo good. Just keep doing that for a little while." It was driving him crazy to be so close but not able to go any further, but it was pleasing her so he didn't penetrate any further. Then she wet the tips of her forefingers in her mouth, a very erotic sight, and used them to tease his nipples. He got even more excited and felt like he was losing control. She played with him that way, keeping him on the verge, not quite finishing him and then, when he thought she might tell him to enter the rest of the way, she instead speeded up her finger action and made him shoot his load. Afraid to disobey her previous request, he still didn't press himself any deeper into her, except to get the entire head of his member inside. He got relief but was still very frustrated to have not had the full experience.
Kandy laughed softly and said, "Poor baby. I guess it's been a while since you got laid." Without thinking he admitted, "Yes, it's been kind of a long time." "Well," she said consolingly, "next time it'll work out better. I mean, we ARE going to keep seeing each other. Right?" Still under her spell and eager to enjoy what he had missed, he agreed. She patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's real good. Now why don't you get off me, babycakes?" Feeling like he had done something wrong, Milt quickly rose, the end of his penis glistening with cum. He felt foolish. Kandy smirked at him. He wondered what she was thinking.
After that they saw each other at least twice a week. Kandy would have Milt drive to her apartment and pick her up. It was a few blocks from KT's place. They would go out for a meal. She ate voraciously, showing him how she had gotten her curves so filled out. He didn't care because he was constantly aroused in her presence by those exaggerated contours. Then they would return to her apartment. Milt always wound up slightly drunk and naked, while Kandy retained most of her clothes. Plus, they replayed that scene from their first encounter, with her ordering him to give her oral sex. She never offered to do the same for him. Kandy was selfish that way but he didn't object because she implied that the workouts his tongue performed on her pungent vagina always assured him of another date. The thought of being rejected was too upsetting for him to refuse her.
Plus, she kept saying that she loved the way he didn't fully enter her. She limited him to just touching her with the end of his dick, feeling the warmth, softness and moisture, then teasing his nipples until he exploded, each time more prematurely than before, until he developed a hair trigger. Sex became less and less satisfying for Milt but he grew more and more addicted to the games she played, until he was helpless. Kandy would keep him busy for an hour, between her first and second orgasm, just kissing his way up and down her bounteous form, which added to his dependence on her in the bedroom. After three months he was mentally enslaved to her. That was when she made her announcement.
Kandy told him, "Things are working out okay between us Milt. It was real sweet of you to pay my rent last month. But we could live together cheaper if we were both at your place cause, like, you own it. So we should get married. You know?" What could Milt say? She had him mesmerized. He declared that he would take her out to buy a ring the next day. She said, "That's the right answer, loverboy. Now get your face back down there into Pussy Valley and give me another ride on that magic tongue. Sorry I didn't wash earlier." She giggled. "But I know you like that way I taste, don't you, baby?" Rather than risk insulting her he said, "I do. It's fine. You don't ever have to wash down there." What was he telling her? He hated how fishy she had become down there lately. She answered, "If that's how you want it, I'll never clean my pussy. After all, Milty, you're the boss." He knew that wasn't true but somehow found it charming that she said it. Then he returned to lapping at her swollen, malodorous lady lips.
Milt was unhappy with the expensive ring Kandy selected for herself but he wanted to do everything the right way. She moved into his place and immediately marked her territory by leaving clothing and dirty dishes everywhere. He was constantly picking up after her but it was worth it just to see her lying around, sprawled out in her underwear, those desirable curves on display. He still hadn't gotten all the way inside her but somehow that didn't seem so important when he considered that they were living together and soon would be husband and wife. Everything would work itself out, he was certain.
It was a small wedding. He was relieved that she didn't spend as freely on that as she seemed to on everything else. They got married in a tiny church, with Kandy looking stunning in a tight wedding dress and stacked white heels. The reception went smoothly, though she did dance awfully closely with KT. Teena didn't seem to mind and even told Milt that she and KT had an 'open relationship' and could do whatever they wanted with whoever they pleased. Then, at long last, everything was done and it was time for Milt and his new wife to return to their home. There would be a postponed honeymoon in two weeks, when he was able to get off from work. But right now he was more than eager to consumate their vows properly, with the complete sexual act at last.
After he was undressed and Kandy down to just her incredibly sexy lingerie, he made a comment about Teena and KT's unrestrictive relationship. Kandy nodded thoughtfully. She said, "It's really better that way." He hesitated before pointing out, "But, of course, they're not married." "Oh, but it works the same even if you're hitched. It's a good way to keep from getting jealous." "J... jealous? But I wouldn't share YOU with anyone else." "What are you talking about?" She was suddenly angry. "Are you telling me what I can and can't do?" "Well, no." "So then an open marriage is all right." "I guess, in principle, it is..." "Well, I don't want us to get off to a bad start. We should do this right. I'm going to call KT and have him bring Teena over. That way you can have sex with another woman and you'll see that I'm not jealous." "B... but, darling, it's our wedding night." "And what better time to get this straight between us?" "Yes, but, I d... don't want to be with Teena." "It didn't look like that while you were dancing with her at the reception. You think she's really hot, don't you." "Well, yes but... I mean, she's very attractive and all..." "Listen, we're going to do this -- or else."
He didn't now what to say and listened wordlessly as she phoned KT and told him what had happened. In less that fifteen minutes he was at their front door with Teena. Both of them had changed into casual clothes. Milt had wanted to get dressed but Kandy told him to just put on the shorty robe she had bought for him (with his credit card). It barely covered his privates and, in the back, would expose his butt if he bent forward. Feeling very uncomfortable, he let their visitors in and then had to go and fetch beers for them. When he returned, Teena had taken off most of her clothes and was sitting on the couch in just bra and panties, her legs carelessly apart. He handed her a beer and couldn't help being attracted to her voluptuous body. KT noticed and said, "Hey, our boy's got a stiffy for Teena." Kandy pointed and laughed. She said, "See, husband dearest. An open marriage will be good for us. You two can have the bed. KT and me will just use the floor." She smiled at her soon-to-be lover. "Right, stud?" He took a swig from his beer, belched, and said, "Wherever. As long as I can my hands on those huge tits and that enormous ass."
While Milt felt sick the other three laughed as if KT had said something witty. Kandy sent her groom to the kitchen for bags of snack food. He returned and his wife and KT were already on the rug, undressing each other. This couldn't be happening. As he stood there in front of Teena she reached up under the back of his robe and pinched his bottom, then decided out loud, "Time for us to do the dirty, Mr. Married Man." She stood and grabbed him by the upper arm to tug him along behind her. "Kandy tells me you're incredible with your mouth. Now I'll get to see for myself." As Milt looked back, his wife and KT had their mouths locked together and were obviously swirling their tongues against each other as their hands roamed freely.
Teena yanked the robe off him and shoved him onto the bed. She flopped down on her back and spread her legs lewdly. Milt had to drag down her panties. She had a pussy like his bride's, with a high mound and pouting lips. He also found, as he got his face directly in front of it, that it was as unclean as his wife's and smelled even worse. "Let's go, supermouth. After I've finished twice you can have your fun." He kept himself from gagging as he began the ministrations he knew so well from endless practice. Teena played with his ears and hair. She shoved her crotch against his lower face and grew very wet. He had to swallow some of her juices, they were so plentiful. Then she began to react more, moaning and humping against his busy mouth. She took even longer than Kandy to finish but when she came it was explosive.
At the same time, Milt could hear his wife and KT in the other room. They made no effort to be quiet. Kandy urged him on, saying, "Slam me harder, you bastard. This is amazing. That jerk Milt never did me like this. Maybe from now on I'll just use his mouth and to hell with his dick." She laughed uproariously before becoming caught up in her mounting passion once more. Kandy hollered, "Damn it, man, you've got me going like a bitch in heat. I'll do any freaking thing you want, KT, if you just make me cum." Milt felt faint at hearing all of that but that was when Teena grabbed his ears, twisted them, and shoved his face back against her wet sticky pussy lips. He had to start all over and not stop until, after a looong time, she had her second climax. Afterwards his lips were sore and he was breathing hard from having his mouth occupied that way for so long.
Finally Teena said, "All right, Mr. Tongue. Move on up and get the tip of your bone against my sweet spot. That's the way. Kandy told me this is how you like it. Right?" After hearing his wife have that loud orgasm he was in no condition to contradict the woman he was with. He said quietly, "Yes, Teena. That's what I prefer. I would, um, finish too fast otherwise." Which was true because of the way Kandy had treated him and conditioned him. Teena smiled at him and remarked, "Hell, Kandy says you pop off right away even like this, when she teases you THIS way." All at once her talented fingers were dancing on his receptive nipples. He gasped, groaned, and launched his seed all over the opening of her sex. Then he sobbed and hung his head, feeling disgraced. Teena chuckled at his dismay. Then she pushed him off her and hollered out to the other room, "You were right, Kandy. He was done before he started. How's it going out there?"
Kandy called back, "Super. KT's all ready for round two. This open marriage stuff is great. You mind if we swap guys for a month or two?" "Nah. I like having my snatch slobbered all over while it's being treated nice by your hubby's tongue." Milt was almost in shock. "But he did leave a mess down there." "Hey, Mitt," Kandy shouted. "Be a freaking gentleman and lick her clean. Do it. NOW." In a daze, the cuckolded husband did as he was told. He slurped up the mess he had left and even gave Teena a third, though much smaller, finish. Then the big girl dragged him out of bed, marched him to where the lovers lay on the rug, and made him do the same for his bride, while KT lay alongside her and kissed her deeply.
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A month later the partner exchange was still in effect. Milt was almost never allowed to finish. He had to eat Teena's smelly puss on demand and clean up his wife after she had sex with KT. Sometimes she even made him gently lap her while she talked dirty on the phone with her lover. Kandy had become a total slut wife. Milt was beginning to understand that, to some extent, all of this had been planned. Maybe it wouldn't have gone this far if he had stood up for himself but he wasn't that strong. He faced many years of married life with a cheating spouse. She even told him that at some point, when she wanted a change from KT, she would feel free to find other men. And because Milt was such a wussy, she decided, his chances of ever having real sex with her had shrunk to some point between 'not likely' and 'never going to happen'.
The worst part, for the hapless groom, was that he was starting to get aroused by the way he was mistreated. He feared how much further this remaking of his sexual persona might go in the months -- and years -- to come. He might even get hooked on being a body slave and clean up boy. But he didn't have that much time to dwell on his fate. His wife and her friends kept him too busy for that.
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