Prenup

PRENUP

SweetNothingsAndBeyond

Her body stiffened. I knew she was about to cum. And the very next moment she came. Came like never before. The moment her excitement subsided, she rolled off me but still panting like crazy. Rather both of us were out of our breath. Both of us were huffing though immensely satisfied. After catching my breath and cooling off a bit, I looked over at her and asked,

"What took you so long downstairs? Seemed like you were down there forever!"

"Well, I just made sure Steve had everything he needed in the night." She replied.

"Had he all happy and satisfied?" I asked, knowing fully well her reply and the fact, "I mean with your homely behaviour and hospitality?" I added with an innocent sounding cruel connotation.

"Hope so." She replied in equal poise and pleasure, "Yesterday after I attended him, he slept like a baby until dawn." She replied with a strange giggle on her cute and expressive face.

"Did he tell you that?" I enquired with some inquisitiveness in my voice.

"Yes, of course." She emphasised her statement with a typical tinge in her voice, "That's what he told me precisely today in the morning." Saying so she glanced at my questions filled face and then rolled over to the other side and fell asleep almost immediately.

On the other side of the bed I was still lying naked on my back with my flaccid penis lying on my thigh , as my mind was racing like a bullet train with the incidences unfolding before me like a nightmare of inhabitable kind.

My beautiful and faithful wife of 6 years with two bonny babies had just sucked another man's cock, in my house. And I caught her in the act. That was probably the hottest and sexiest thing I've ever seen or encountered!

Added, she came upstairs with mouthful of his cum and fucked my brains out. She made me kissed her, and forced me to taste his cum. Was that a deliberate attempt by her? Him? Or both? I still failed to fathom out?

My mind was reeling under many contradictory thoughts at the same time. As I started to rewind the actions which I had seen down-stairs in the TV lounge couch might be a couple of hours before going to bed.

******

As the flash-back goes down...

Looking at the wall clock Stacy said, "It's already 10.00 PM, let me go down-stairs and check out whether everything is okay with Steve?"

"Sure Baby, that seems to be fine," I replied sleepily, and didn't make much of it as I knew how finicky she was when it comes to hospitality of house guests.

She got out of bed and went quietly downstairs to the guestroom, in her upper thigh long over sized tee with a skimpy thong-like bikini panty (that was what her usual bedtime attire), and she slipped her small feet into the bathroom slippers and moved out as I rolled over to catch some sleep.

For some unknown reason I had a hard time drifting off. And after about 15 minutes of repeated tossing around when I didn't get any sleep, I noticed that Stacy still hadn't returned from her hospitality programme. Which by any standard was a bit odd at that point of time? As I knew she had already kept the guestroom speak-n-span in the morning itself. And had changed the bed-sheet and bedcover along with pillow covers and had kept the blankets, water bottles and a couple of bedtime books in the guestroom, with a bowlful of toffees on the bedside table. Added a few clean white Turkish towels of different sizes along with other toiletries in the restroom as she was a bit of a 'Guest-Friendly-Freak'.

As she had already taken extra pain in putting and setting the guestroom to the level of satisfaction beyond a guest's normal expectations, I wasn't very much sure about what exactly could be taking her so long in the guestroom in the middle of the night? I was a bit perturbed.

Quietly I got out of my marital bed in my shorts and tee to go down and check on her as a normal concerned husband. Walking softly down the hallway so as not to wake the innocently sleeping kids -- a son of 4 and a daughter of 2.

The set up of our duplex was made so that the bedrooms along with balconies and living room were upstairs, while the drawing, dinning, TV lounge, guestroom and kitchen were downstairs. The staircase was designed and placement was such that half way down one could easily see a panoramic view of the downstairs completely. As I climbed down half way, just couldn't see a soul anywhere but unmistakably heard I some mumbling and a quiet wet slurping noise -- near yet far.

As I drifted my views and looked more intently in a way pondering over the semi-darkness of the surrounding, saw one of the most shocking things of my life! And also undeniably and unmistakably one of the hottest views ever I had witnessed in real life! Steve was sitting up on the middle of the lounge couch, with his branded Jockey brief around his ankles along with his beige coloured Bermudas; knees spread wide open to accommodate.

My sweet little innocent wife of 6 years was kneeling between his long muscular legs. She was still in her usual oversized t-shirt and the thong panty. Her small lips were stretched over the enormous, purple mushroom head of my best friend Steve's massive cock. I had heard about his cock stories back in school and college. But had never seen that before. And when I saw for the first time there was a feeling of jealousy as well as inferiority complex in me.

Despite holding his massive shaft with both her hands, the portion still left probably required a third hand of her size to capture that long shaft fully! If not exaggerating Steve's cock must be in excess of 10" in length and 7.5" in girth. She was desperately trying to hold it with her eager hands, but unable to meet her fingers over his massive girth! His cock head was resembling that of a red and ripe medium size tomato, where as the nuts were as big as tennis balls.

Not very surprising for a man with a stature of 6'3" and a body mass of 240 pounds. His past athletic background -- Ex-captain of school and college basketball; and at present a gym freak had given him the edge over others.

Whereas my dearest wife Stacy was a pixie woman of just 5'2" with a weight of 118 pounds, made her look a bit pleasantly plump. Shoulder length thick and straight blonde hair and almond shaped ocean-blue eyes were the striking features of her childlike face. But what was most striking was her nostalgic smile. It was sheer contagious. She could just melt and mould even a steel heart with her million dollar smile of her without baiting of eyelids! That was the power of her exquisite smile and expressive eyes! Apart she had a well toned full body, with 34" 'C' breasts and 36" butts and with a flat tummy made her look pretty sexy even at an age in the wrong side of twenties! Regular Yoga had kept her in great shape and had also given her the right agility to work on or off bed!

******

As I observed, slowly Stacy was bobbing her head up and down the huge shaft as far as she could take his thick shaft into her eager mouth. Then she held the big cock with her left hand and shifted her right hand down, which was not immediately visible to me. But after a few seconds I could realise that she had slipped it into the waistband of her tiny thong panties, furiously rubbing her thick and long clit while she was slobbering over his prized possession.

I was shocked! I was angry! More than that, I was surprised! Because I was hard as a rock!

Here was my sweet, little shy wife of 6 years; who was always eager and happy to please me - The love of my life - Was down on her knees like a 'High School Slut', she was always criticizing during our bedtime pillow-talks; was in reality servicing my best friend Steve! That too in my own house! Right at my back!

I was never jealous of Steve in college. Rather we were very good friends. I loved hearing his stories pretty often. And for some reason I wasn't all that jealous even now. For reasons unknown to me either. Excepting the fact, where will it be culminating ultimately?

Watching my petite loving wife's tongue flick out and lick up the pearly pre-cum from the fat head of his massive cock excited me unknowingly. Her face flushed from what probably was her second or third self-induced orgasm from her busy fingers. I instead found myself grabbing my own cock, and started stroking it vigorously.

"Ooohhhhhh Gawd Stacy, you're sucking my cock like a real pro, Jason is such a lucky guy."

Steve moaned as his own orgasm was approaching pretty rapidly.

I could see Stacy tried to smile and tell something, but with her mouth full of his hard cock-meat, she just looked up at him with those big expressive eyes and winked seductively which said it all.

"Aaahhhhhh... I'm getting close... Where do you want me to cum?"

He whispered into her ear as lowly as possible in a way not to wake me up. He popped out his big cock from her oral cavity for a fraction of a second for her to breath and reply, "Given a chance where do you want to come?" She asked in compliance.

"Of course in your sweet little cunt!" Said Steve with a grunt.

"Dream on buddy." Said Stacy with a smirk.

"Then, second alternative is... In your sexy and pouty mouth..."

"That's reasonable. But be sure not to spoil my hair or dress." Warned Stacy in a bit of a stern tone, "I don't want Jason to be suspicious or questioning."

After a few more moments of eager and blissful sucking, Steve restlessly placed both of his big hands on either side of her head. He guided her eager mouth about halfway down his mammoth shaft. And then held her in place there. She moaned quietly as felt almost gagged with the intrusion of the biggest cock into her oral cavity. And then she felt as he blasted out like a volcano and started shooting spurt after spurt of his potent baby-making cum into the back of my wife's mouth and throat. That was probably the best reward one could receive from deep-throating.

As I knew, Stacy never ever had any problem with swallowing my cum. Any time any quantity. But here this load of Steve was clearly bit too much for her small mouth to accommodate. And while she tried her best to swallow all those globs of cum shoot into her mouth point blank, as fast and as eagerly as she could, still a large quantity was spilling out from the corner of her lips indicating the quantum of cum those two hanging balls had produced at that point of time. Immediately with her sixth sense working super fast, she placed her hands below her chin so that not even a drop drip down to stain or spoil the carpet below, or to create any suspicion at a later stage.

As soon as he finished, she took one last big swallow, and immediately licked his cock and balls total clean. Then looked up and gave him a victorious smile which indicated, 'So, at the end who won?'

"Thank you Stacy." Said Steve as he lovingly patted her cheek, pulled her nose and played with her ponytail.

"I think now you should get some good sleep baby?" She smirked up at him, pulling her slippery fingers out of her thong while standing up, "I've to hurry up or else Jason might get suspicious."

"Yes, now I'll sleep like a baby for sure. Thank you for the Good night presents my love. I just loved it" Replied Steve as he retreated towards the guestroom with an ear to ear grin on his satisfied face.

I too moved up in brisk step before being seen by Stacy, to keep the 'little secret' of my wife I'd just witnessed to myself, at least for the time being.

******

Next day as presumed things were pretty much uneventful in office. I packed up exactly at 5 PM and drove back home. Heard the voices of Steve and Stacy coming from the kitchen. Stacy was at the sink washing the crokeries, while Steve was drying them with a kitchen towel and keeping them in the crokeries cabinet as per the running commentary from Stacy. Both were smiling and talking to each other like long lost friends.

Which though otherwise was true? Steve, Stacy and I were the best of the buddies in school and college. I and Stacy fall in love while doing our graduation. Whereas Steve was an out and out playboy. Never steady or satisfied with just one girl for more than a month or at best two. He loved to bed as many girls as possible. To boast off to be an 'Alpha Man'. Too daisy and dubious for a man of his stature and calibre, that status tag of 'Playboy' hardly mattered him much. And he just loved to live with that as an add-on tag.

There were even rumours about his seduction of a couple of his Ex-GF's unsuspecting mothers and finally taking them to bed with uncanny precision and determination. He shoot to limelight when he own a daisy bet with one of his roommates by taking his roommate's girl friend as well as her mother in their room within a gap of a week! That too in presence of the mother he took the daughter and vice-e-versa, while taking short videos as souvenir of his conquered women.

But never during our college days, was Steve ever disrespectful to Stacy or me. Rather in a couple of occasion, he came forward to the rescue of Stacy during our college fests and beach parties, when a few drunkard fellow colleagues tried to be over-friendly with her when I was not around. Stacy had told this to me a couple of times, which Steve never discussed with me even once. That was probably his plus side.

That was the reason when I got a call from Steve that as he was transferred to this new city, and he would like to stay at my place for a week or so before finding an alternate accommodation, I did not even think twice to say him 'yes'.

First couple of days were perfectly okay when we enjoyed time and food together. He was pleasant to talk to and was an obedient helping hand for Stacy in kitchen. They immediately strike a chord, as instantly as to where they had left it during the college days. I was relieved as I was wondering as to how she was going to react before his arrival.

But the problem started on day three when all the three of us were over-drunk with a good quantity of imported Chilean red wine, which was specially brought by Steve for the purpose of our reunion party after a pretty long time.

That was the first night I observed Stacy giving a blow job to Steve. Purposefully I did not react too much that night not because I was an overt cuckold, but because of three valid reasons from my perspective of perceived things:

First I thought it was the impact of wine which made them got carried away with,

Secondly I assumed that to be a onetime affair out of impulse and would die down its natural death with course of time,

And lastly I intended to give a long rope to them both to see as to how far they would proceed in their new found love act (?).

******

Back to present situation...

Now in the kitchen I saw Steve moving behind Stacy and putting his big hands on her slim waist and pulling her towards him. As she leaned back, he slowly grinded his crotch against her ass-cheeks. She moaned lightly feeling his half erect mast rubbing in-between her fleshy ass-cheeks. Steve was in his Bermudas and Tee, and Stacy was in a short skirt and matching sleeveless blouse with a deep 'V' neck showing more and hiding less of her 34" 'C' boobs. He slowly raised his hand and cupped one of her naked boobs by pushing his hand into the Tee through the deep neck with one hand, while with the other hand he was manipulating her clean-shaven married pussy covered with a thin bikini panty. At the same time he was playing with her earlobe with his warm lips. The three-in-one action at one master stroke made her melted-in under his continuous and sensuous seduction process.

She turned around to face him. I immediately hide myself behind the four-door refrigerator. Waiting patiently as to what would be their next course of action. Neither I had to wait long nor was I disappointed. Within a matter of a few seconds I heard the pulling down of the zipper and then a low gasp followed by a mind giggle and finally the unmistakable slurp-slurp-slurp sound of wet lips moving up and down a long and strong shaft.

I too felt aroused and pulled out my 7" cock out of its captivity and started to stroke it slowly listening to my dear wife's moans and my best friend's grunts.

"Ooohhhhhh... Stacy..." Grunted Steve, "You're the most beautiful woman alive!" That was sheer magic to her ears as she moaned onto his incredible dong, "Uuummmmmm..."

Suddenly the buzz of the calling bell disrupted their action and Stacy immediately got up while saying, "Either Jason or the pizza delivery guy." Saying so she adjusted her dress and combed the hair with her fingers and rushed out towards the door. I too made my way through the backdoor to reappear at the entrance as if I was returning home just now. By the time Stacy opened the door; I had already paid the pizza guy his dues with a descent tip and handed over the pizza-box to my wife. She jumped in excitement and said, "You're right in time. Just get freshened up. Me and Steve are feeling really hungry. Let's have some pizza and soup."

"Yeah sure, give me a moment to get freshened up. But I think you already had something." Saying so I wiped the little cum that was left on her lip corner as a result of hurried action, and showed the finger tip to her. Her face changed its colour at once, from fair to crimson, but she was too cleaver to maintain her cool, "Aaahhhhhh... That was the 'Hot-n-Sour-Soup' I'd just made and tasted to know how it was prepared." She said as a matter of fact.

"No wonder the 'Hot-n-Sour-Soup' not only changed its colour, but also had made it pretty sticky." With that banter I went in without waiting to study her reaction.

******

As we were sleeping flat on our back on the master-bed I initiated the talk, "I saw you yesterday night with Steve."

She replied in a low tone, "Sorry,"

"Just sorry?" I asked, "For putting our 6 years of marriage and 8 years of relationship at stake?" I was asserting her emotions and sentiments to reconfirm her affinity.

"Well, I'm really sorry." Stacy begged, "I never intended to hurt you or ditch you. But the amount of things I'd heard about Steve's cock during our college days from my friends, I's over-whelmed with desire to see and feel it at least once. But the moment I saw and touched it the other day while I was fully drunk, it became a bad habit with me. As if once was not enough. Despite not wanting to, I literally got dragged onto it like a piece of nickel to magnet. Trust me; it had happened without my own will and wish." Confessed Stacy in a pleading tone with some quantum of firmness of truth inter-mingled in it to prove her point.

I looked at her and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, Steve never forced on me. He's never inappropriate to me. Never ever. But he was a shrewd manipulator of things. I just don't know how I got dragged and hooked into to see and feel his cock yesterday night. But once it started, it became almost impossible for me to stop." Said Stacy with a husky voice and then in a shocking admission and revelation, "If you don't mind, can I just blow him once in every night till his stay here in our house?" She asked while looking at the ceiling, biting her lips with excitement and an anticipated apology for making a blunt statement for the first time in our years of blotless relationship.

"I love you Stacy. I want to see you happy. AT ANY COST. And for this reason I can go to any damn extent. But remember. There's always a thin line of extreme limits in any relationship. You must not cross that line and limit. AT ANY COST." I said to her in a polite yet firm tone.