Erotic fiction about gay men fucking women

[hink13h]

What about denverjack69's stories? Has somebody read them? I haven't seen even glimps of them. He deleted them all.

 

[Level27]

I've been wondering to this day why he felt he needed to edit out his stories, which was a big shame.

Curiosity kills me, for I now forever go as far as only wonder what those stories might've been about. I just think, if only I got to have seen them once before they were edited...

I pm'd him some time back; with no response...

 

[hink13h]

And there he is. That's definitely Jobman34.
https://twitter.com/gaybearturning1

 

[Level27]

"This account doesn't exist.
Try searching for another."

=/

 

[ass eater]

lol Is it just me, or did I somehow smell the faint but distinguished scent of FacialFuel just now?

LaToned, one doesn't need to self-identify as gay in order to be attracted, even strongly attracted, to other men (still). He could be bisexual; maybe gay-bisexual (a Kinsey 4 or 5; I myself am a 4.75.). Maybe he's mostly gay (and accepts celebratorily that he's still strongly attracted to men), but chose, for a personal lifestyle or for whatever reason else, to act only on his smaller attraction towards women; knowing and acknowledging that it's a minor attraction. Self-identity is not the same as actual biological identity.

That's as far as the domain of the "Conversion" goes: it should be nothing more than a shift from identifying as exclusively gay to something else on the bisexual spectrum. No need to get upset/offended/discouraged.

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Now, I do hope that FacialFuel isn't getting too cheery with the competition post deleted: per my discussion with an admin, it wasn't because of my use of the word "fag" in it. (In the fetish forums, the mods do usually allow it to be used for its roleplaying values and such! Such use is not deemed hate speech.) It was due to my offering the incentive of a monetary prize through paypal; which I learned violates the security and safety portion of JUB's TOS; and realize that it's innaproepiate for any online forum.

Please no one incite a riot over my announcing this; thats done and over!

That being said, I requested permission to repost the thread, with the monetary incentive omitted. I'm waiting to see if it's granted. In the meantime, those who were thinking about joining the contest, please don't let the deletion discourage you from writing your gays-fuck-women erotic fiction! Hey, gravityyaoi is unbeat and looking for the perfect opponent!

Ass_eater, how are you doing on yours?

I finished the story but all the backlash is keeping me from posting it. And your other thread for the contest now says I'm blocked from accessing the Page.

 

[ass eater]

And there he is. That's definitely Jobman34.
https://twitter.com/gaybearturning1

Yep, that's him!

 

[ass eater]

This may be up you alls alley:
https://mobile.twitter.com/adam4adam/status/788403914106343424

This is gay porn actors and ordinary gay men talking about trying pussy and loving straight porn:
https://mobile.twitter.com/gaynowbilater

https://mobile.twitter.com/Chicago_reader/status/1001888476214816769

Perez Hilton:
https://mobile.twitter.com/theperezhilton/status/907474840092778496

 

[hink13h]

I finished the story but all the backlash is keeping me from posting it. And your other thread for the contest now says I'm blocked from accessing the Page.

Don't worry about that. Haters gonna hate. Your story is about/based on your gay friend?

 

[MikeT008]

Stockholm Syndrome - the Gay version.


John never felt the needle enter his neck as he walked through the front door. All he felt were the soft lips that pressed against his cheek before he blacked out.

He woke up a few hours later completely disoriented, staring at the ceiling. He quickly realized he was on his bed. His arms were stretched above his head uncomfortably, so he tried to move them. He realized he couldn't. His wrists were tied down. He looked up to the headboard and realized he was handcuffed to the bed. He had a wooden headboard, so he was confused as to how this was even possible. There were two heavy metal hoops drilled into the headboard, and two sets of handcuffs, one on each wrist, attached to each hoop. Two sets of fluffy pink handcuffs.

What the hell?

John's heart started to race in fear. He tried to move his legs, but they were bound to the foot of the bed with two lengths of smooth, white rope. The ropes were wrapped around each ankle. He could barely move. As he looked down at his feet, he realized another horrible truth. He was completely naked. What the hell had happened? Did someone do something to him? He broke out in a cold sweat.

John tried to remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered was coming home from work. He was eager for the weekend to begin. It had been a long, tough week, and he was looking forward to a relaxing weekend. The last thing he remembered was pulling into the driveway and then opening the front door. That was the last thing he could recall before it all went black. Then, another horrible thought occurred to him: What about Steve? His Husband was usually home before him. What had happened to Him?

John started to panic.

John scanned around the room, taking in his surroundings for the first time. His breath caught in his throat as he saw Steve, unconscious, passed out on a chair. John looked at him, and was relieved to see he was still breathing. He was tied roughly to the chair, in what looked to be heavy scratchy, uncomfortable rope. There was a lot of rope on him. Each of his legs was tied down tightly against the front legs of the chair. His torso was tied tightly against the back of the wooden chair. A rope was also tied around his upper chest, keeping him tightly bound to the chair. His arms were bound to the armrests of the chair, his hands bound down tightly. His head sagged down, unconscious. What had happened to him? John started to panic.

"Steve!" John hissed quietly, trying to wake him. "Steve!" he hissed. No response. John started to freak out.

"HELP!" John yelled out, "HELP! Please, anybody!" he screamed. Then, he heard footsteps. This sound nearly stopped his heart. It definitely silenced him. He just waited as the footsteps moved closer to the bedroom. John braced himself, waiting for the confrontation with the person who did this. The bedroom door opened, and John prepared himself to meet this monster.

In walked a woman. John thought that this woman was here to help him out. Maybe she had heard him yelling and came to free them. She looked at John for a moment, and then Steve, before speaking.

"There's no point yelling. No one will be able to hear you." she said coldly. John suddenly realized this woman was not here to help. She was the person who tied him to the bed. She was the one who tied up his Husband. She was the one who did this.

John took her in. She was surprisingly attractive for a woman. Gorgeous, to be honest. Just looking at her, you wouldn't think she was capable of violence. She was tall, with long brunette hair that went down to her mid-back. She had a pretty face, with full, pouty lips and smoky eyes. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence.

John glanced at the rest of her. He couldn't help but notice she was rather chesty. Her breasts looked quite large under her tight black tank top. She had long legs encased in tight blue jeans. She was walking around barefoot. She was very tanned and she appeared to be in great shape. She would have to be able to drag him up the stairs to his bedroom. Even though she was beautiful, John could tell she was cold inside.

"HELP!" John yelled out again.

"It's like I said, there's no point yelling. This house is surprisingly soundproof. Your neighbors are too far away to hear anything you yell." she replied lazily. John looked at her. She smiled slightly and walked into the adjoining bathroom. The sound of the faucet running echoed through the empty room. The woman walked back into the room with a glass full of water.

"Time to bring him into the party." she said, throwing the water in the glass onto Steve's face. Steve woke up in shock, inhaling loudly and confused about his surroundings, the water pouring off of his face.

"What in the hell!..." Steve yelled out, trying to move and realizing he couldn't. He looked around and saw his husband tied to the bed, nude, with a strange woman standing tall over them.

"What's going on?" Steve said, looking at John.

"I don't know. I just woke up and I was here." John explained. They both looked at the woman, wanting an explanation.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" John asked.

"I remember the first time I saw you, John. I don't think you saw me, but I definitely saw you. I saw both of you. Holding hands, so in love. And I was just so confused. I just could not figure out why a stud like you, John, ended up in a relationship with another man. And not even a very attractive one at that. He looks like a queen, but you don't look remotely like a fag." this woman explained.

"Fuck you!" John yelled out, defending his husband, and his sexuality. The woman just smiled. She turned and pulled up a chair and sat down. "So that's what I want, Steve. I want you to tell me what you did to convert a stud like John. As a single lady, I would like to know what you did. How you stole him away from being with someone like me." the woman explained, crossing her legs. John and Steve looked at each other, sharing a look. They both realized this woman was crazy. Just nuts.

"Why didn't you just ask us? Why go through all of this? Why tie us down, why hold us hostage?" John demanded.

"If some stranger just came up to you and asked how you two met, you would think they're crazy." she replied, with a smile. John and Steve exchanged another look.

"So, Steve, I ask you again. How did you land John? What did you do to make him like you?" the woman asked.

"You say it like I tricked him or or something." Steve replied.

"Well, then, what did you do?" the woman asked. Steve rolled his eyes and decided to hell with it, he might as well tell her.

"We met in college, our senior year." Steve started. "We had a class together. We sat next to each other, and we had talked a little bit. We were taking an exam, and I was freaking out because I could not figure out this question. If I didn't pass this exam, I would have failed the class."

"So, you're saying you're stupid as well as a fag?" the woman interrupted.

"No, I'm not fucking stupid you crazy bitch!" Steve yelled out before stopping himself, trying not to anger his hostage taker. The woman just raised her eyebrow.

"Please continue." the woman said.

"Well, when the teacher's back was turned, John whispered to me and held his hand out towards me. He had written out how to solve the problem on his hand. I passed the exam and passed the class. I kinda felt like I owed him so I offered to buy him a drink." Steve said.

"Where did you go?" the woman asked.

"We went to a bar. One right near the campus. We chatted, and had a good time." Steve explained.

"Did he know you were a queer?" the woman asked.

"Yes. I think so. I had a rainbow shirt on, it doesn't take a lot to make an educated guess from there, Steve explained. The woman just nodded.

"So, how did you convert John?" she asked.

"I wasn't converted, you bitch!" John spat. I've known I was gay since I was 13 years old!"

The woman ignored John's outrage.

"So who made the first move?"

"I did. I called him a few days later, and we got dinner." Steve explained. "When did you realize you liked him, Steve?" the woman asked.

"I always thought he was cute. When he helped me out on that test, I just realized what a sweet, good natured man he was. And during the first date, he was just so charming and funny, I realized I really liked him." Steve explained.

"What about you John? When did you realize you liked him?" the woman asked. John looked up at the ceiling, exasperated at her calm demeanor. He shook his head and decided to just respond, to keep things easy.

"I had a crush on him the first time I saw him. He was just so handsome. His face, his mannerisms, his sweet voice. I couldn't believe some other guy hadn't already snatched him up. I tried to talk to him, but I just got so nervous I could barely speak. It was the little things that were just so cute. His mannerisms. His giggles. His jokes. I just had a huge crush on him from the beginning. I kept trying to find an excuse to talk to Steve, and I found it during the exam." John explained. He looked over at Steve, and he smiled warmly, touched at hearing his husband confess the origin of his love for him.

"When was the first time you two had sex together?" the woman asked.

"It was after a few weeks of dating." Steve started. "We did it at my place. It was great." he said plainly.

"How old are you guys?" the woman asked.

"We're 28. We're both 28." Steve said.

"How long have you been married?" the woman asked.

"Three years." Steve answered.

"And it's going well?" the woman asked.

"Yes. Never been happier." Steve replied.

"Oh c'mon. You can't possibly tell me that neither of you got a little something on the side. In this day and age, no one would blame you." the woman said with a big smile, looking at both of them. "Men, especially gay ones are known for being promiscuous."

"Of course not!" Steve said. The woman looked at John.

"No! Never!" John replied.

"Oh, you guys are so cute." the woman said with a bright smile. John was not smiling. This woman was sinister. He knew it. He hated that she was acting so friendly and easy going. He wanted her to get to the point.

"What about women?"

"What about them?" John replied.

"Have you ever been with one?"

"No. Never had the desire to."

"What about you, Steve?" The woman turned to Steve. "You've never been interested in the opposite sex? You've never felt the biological, natural, normal desire to fuck a woman."

Steve gave the woman an angry look.

"I'm gay, lady. Your big saggy tits do nothing for me. Nothing for either of us. they're repulsive. Whatever this sick little game you're playing is, is a waste of time. You're barking up the wrong tree here."

"Why are you doing this? What do these questions have to do with anything?" John yelled out angrily. The woman's friendly gaze faded.

"These questions are the reason I'm here. Quite frankly, John, I don't believe you." the woman said.

"You don't believe what?" John asked.

"I don't believe that a man like you hasn't thought about fucking a woman. I don't believe that you haven't wondered at least a little, what it would be like. Maybe you've checked out some woman that walked by you on the street. Maybe some slutty girl that you work with has hinted that she may be interested in getting to know you a little better. Maybe there was a moment when you thought about what would happen if you did it, if you did cheat on Steve. Sampled the other side. So to speak" the woman said.

"No, of course not. What would make you think that?" John asked angrily. The woman stood up.

"Look at yourself, John. You're a fucking stud. You're all man. You're tall, tan, and handsome. You scream heterosexual." she paused, then looked down at his exposed dick. "And quite frankly, John, even though your dick is soft, I can tell its huge." she explained. John finally fully realized he was completely exposed before a woman. A woman he did not know. A crazy woman.

"This is what I want to know. How can a sad little queen like Steve lock down a hunk like you?" the woman said.

"I think it's pretty clear." John started.

"What?" the woman asked quickly.

"You're fucking crazy! You're nuts. You tied down a married gay couple in their own home to ask how they met! I can't imagine what you do with a man you like." John said angrily. The woman smiled.

"Well, you're about to." the woman said quietly.

"What?" John said, but the woman ignored him.

"Alright, guys, you can call me Jessica. I want to come clean about everything." the woman, Jessica, said.

"Oh, thank you." John said mockingly.

"When I saw you John, I knew I had to have you. A man like you, wasting his life on a fag. Fucking a smelly ass every night." Jessica started.

"Fuck you! I love my husband." John said.

"I know. And that's the point. You've just clouded your own mind with the belief that you are gay. That you are in love with your husband, that you're satisfied with him and that you should never stray. But I'm going to show you what you're missing out on. I'm gonna show you how much better a pink, wet, warm, tight pussy feels around your cock." Jessica started.

"What are you going to do?" John said, worried.

"I want you guys to look at me. To really take me in." Jessica said, posing with her hands on her hips.

For the first time, Steve really took in how gorgeous this woman was. She had a very attractive face. Even a gay man could recognize that. Her hair was full and shiny. Her ass was round and firm, encased snugly in her jeans. And her breasts were massive, but no hint of being saggy, as Steve had said in anger. Her clothes looked of very good quality, picked to highlight her best attributes. On an objective, purely physical scale, Jessica was far sexier than most women he'd crossed paths with. Steve looked over to see if John noticed this, and as he did, John's eyes jumped from Jessica to him, sensing his husband was looking at him.

"Trust me, guys fall over themselves staring at me. But not you, John. You didn't even notice me. This drove me nuts. You can't really be gay. At least not completely. How dare you not notice me? How dare you not appreciate what I have to offer? What women in general have to offer? So I wanted to understand why this was. What kind of man, a real man that is, doesn't notice me? So that's why I did this. To try and figure it out. And I think I have. I realized you simply don't know any better. It's quite cute, seeing that you've lied to yourself so deeply that you've tricked yourself into believing you're gay, for all these years. Jessica stopped, and walked next to Steve.

"I mean, just look at him. Look at him compared to me. Look at his thin, wiry frame. Is that eye shadow you're wearing? Wow, what type of man wears make-up, anyway? And this pasty skin? Yuck. It's disgusting, not smooth and tan like mine. Do you think your skinny frame can compete with my delicious, smooth, curvy figure?

I saw your ass when I was tying you down. I have never seen a bonier ass in my life. There's just nothing there. And last, and definitely least, your cock. It's not much to look at, unlike John's. Do you even even top? Do you have enough to? Has John ever bottomed to you?

And don't you know that all men love playing with massive, firm tits? Tits like mine? Big, fat DD'S. Trust me, my tits are amazing. They are so soft and firm. No man can get enough. Even gay men turn their heads and look when I walk passed them." Jessica said, her humiliating speech towards Steve now finished.

"Go fuck yourself, Jessica." John said angrily, defending his husband.

"That won't be necessary." Jessica replied.

"What?" John replied. Jessica looked at him for a moment, and then reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. As she started to lower them, John realized what was about to happen.

"No, no, no, no, no, you're fucking kidding me. Are you kidding me?" John called out.

"That's right, John. I can't help myself. You're so fucking hot. I'm gonna show you what you've been missing out on. I'm gonna show you what it's like to fuck a woman. I'll show you what a man is really made for." Jessica said, letting her pants drop to the ground. She stepped out of them. John couldn't help but notice her skimpy black panties. He couldn't help but notice that they were see-through. And he could easily see her neat little landing strip just above her pussy. She reached to the bottom of her black tank top and started to pull it up. John couldn't help but look as she pulled her top over her chest, revealing her massive breasts to his view. He hated to admit it, but they were magnificent. He had never seen a larger pair of breasts in his life. Not that he had seen any in the flesh before. Nor wanted to. They sat high and firm on her chest, her hard nipples pointing outward. Her areola's looked perfectly round and smooth. John had to tear his eyes away from them. Jessica dropped her top onto the ground, letting the married couple take in her nearly nude form.

Steve couldn't help but realize that Jessica was beautiful. Steve always knew he wasn't the hottest guy around, but never thought he would have to compete with a woman too. Jessica had her massive breasts in his husband's face. Relief flooded Steve as he remembered that, not only was John completely gay, but he was Steve's husband and they loved each other more than anything else in the world. Jessica's spectacular breasts and perfect ass would have no effect on his gay husband.

Steve looked at his husband and noticed his eyes glued to her breasts. It would be hard for any man to not notice them. They were so "there." Gay or not, they had a presence. A moment's fear passed through his mind as he wondered what his husband thought of this woman. Steve wondered if maybe John realized that this woman was built for sex. Straight sex, but sex all the same. He wondered if John perhaps felt even a little curious now that a beautiful naked woman was sitting on his naked lap.

Jessica turned to face Steve and let him get a good view at her perfect body. This position also allowed John to find out that Jessica was in fact wearing a thong, as his eyes took in the string splitting her firm ass. Jessica turned back to look at them both.

"Okay guys, here's the plan. We've got three days untill anyone notices you guys are gone. Today, Saturday, and Sunday. So, for three days, I'm gonna show you guys what real sex is all about. And then, I'll let you go. I'll leave. That's of course, if you want me to." Jessica said, looking at John.

"Fuck you bitch! You're not gonna get away with this!" Steve yelled out.

"Yeah, whatever." Jessica said, dismissing him. She walked over near Steve and turned to face John.

"Listen, John. Don't worry, I'll slip this thong off and we'll get down to business real soon. But I need to know that you're gonna behave yourself. I want to know that you're not gonna try to hurt me. Can I trust you?" Jessica asked.

"Go to hell, Jessica. And guess what? I don't want to have sex with you. I'm a 'fag', as you keep pointing out. I don't want you. I don't want this. I'm not gonna let you get anything out of this." John said fiercely.

"That's disappointing. I wish I didn't have to do this." Jessica said grimly. She turned, brought her arm back, and proceeded to slap Steve as hard as she could.

"Hey!" John yelled out, watching this happen. After the fourth slap Steve groaned in pain at the stinging sensation, tasting blood.

"Fuck you, you fucking bitch! You fucking cunt! How dare you!" John yelled out, furious. He would not let this bitch get away with this.

"Calm down John. Listen!" she yelled out, raising her voice for the first time. He kept yelling out. She reared back to slap Steve once again.

"No, wait, stop!" John yelled out. Jessica stopped within an inch of Steve's face.

"Listen, John." Jessica started. "If you don't behave yourself, I'll hit him again. If you try to hurt me, I'll hit him even harder. Understood?" she said sternly. John looked conflicted. He didn't want to have sex with this crazy woman, but he didn't want her to hurt his loving husband either. He had no choice. He looked over to Steve as he looked at him.

"I'm sorry, babe." He said, protecting him. John understood that he now would have to bite bullet and comply with the woman's evil plans, to protect his husband from anymore harm. Steve loved him so much. He nodded at John, communicating that he should do what she asked.

"Okay, so we're in agreement." Jessica announced. "Very good." she added. With that she hooked her fingers under the straps of her thong and pushed them down, letting them fall to the floor. She bent over and picked up her thong. She stretched her thong between her hands like a slingshot and shot it at Steve, hitting him in the face. Steve could do nothing to avoid it, feeling the cloth hit his face before landing on his lap. He got a whiff of an unfamiliar smell, Jessica's scent, and he could tell that Jessica must be very turned on.

They now could both take in Jessica's fully nude form. It was so jarring to see a strange, nude woman in their bedroom. This was the first time any woman had been in their bedroom, clothed or otherwise. Seeing this attractive, naked woman in their room was a jarring change.

Steve hated that there was not a flaw or blemish anywhere on her. He watched her perfect ass bounce as she walked to the bed, towards his husband, John. Steve knew that John was an ass-man, and he wondered if a female ass would have the same kind of pull over him that a man's ass did.

John looked up to the ceiling, not wanting to give Jessica the pleasure of catching him staring at her naked form. He exhaled loudly, nervous for what was about to happen.

She was about to take his gold star, something John had always felt a certain amount of pride in maintaining. He had never felt the need to hide who he was, to keep his sexuality a secret. To pretend to like girls, or to fake a relationship with one just to please his family.

"Don't worry John, you'll enjoy this." Jessica said, comfortingly. John rolled his eyes. She crawled between his legs on the bed. She stared down at John's soft dick. She looked up into his eyes, and held his gaze as her hand snaked up and her fingers wrapped around his dick.

"Please don't." John begged, but Jessica was not going to be denied. She started to stroke his dick softly. John willed himself to think of something else, about the love he feels for his husband as her soft delicate hand began to manipulate his penis. Through pure will, he was able to keep himself soft, to avoid the pleasure of a woman, yes, an admittedly attractive woman, stroking his dick. She pulled her hands away and studied him. Then, she tried a new tactic.

She started to run her fingers up his thighs softly. Then, she traced her fingers around his dick, never touching it, but getting as close to it as possible without touching it. She would firmly run her fingers across his lower torso, around his dick, wanting to tease him. Then, she started to blow softly onto his dick. She blew cool air from bottom to top on his cock. This new sensation totally took him off guard. She got within an inch of his dick and blew on it, from the balls to the tip. She was only focused on this one thing, blowing on his penis firmly. As much as he hated it, he started to be effected by this. His dick started to swell. She would walk her fingers up his thighs, across his stomach, around his cock. Sensing that she was starting to get to him, both of her hands returned to the base of his dick, and started to stroke him more firmly. It was much easier now that he was already starting to get hard. He couldn't fight it, as his prick approached full hardness. She would stroke firmly from bottom to top, and then return to the base again.

"Mmm, you're starting to like this, aren't you, for a faggy boy?" Jessica questioned with a sneer. John closed his eyes and kept quiet, shaking his head no.

"C'mon, a woman has managed to make your gay cock rock hard. You've got a huge fucking dick. You're bigger than I even hoped. You've got to be ten inches, right?" Jessica asked. John said nothing. "And you've been wasting it on your husband's ass. What a shame. But we'll fix that."

Jessica rubbed the tip of his dick with her index finger then ran it down to the underside of his dick. She tickled the most sensitive spot on his dick, as he tried to fight the pleasure. She rubbed her finger around the head again.

"I'll make you a deal, John. If I don't see a nice little drop of pre-cum on the tip of your massive dick within five minutes, I'll let you guys go and just walk away. You think you can do that?" Jessica asked with a smirk. With a new resolve, John tried to fight the rising pleasure. After about three minutes, his dick was still dry. Steve was watching the clock.

"You think you can do it. You think you can deny the pleasure of a hot woman stroking your dick after years of whatever pathetic anal sex Steve's been giving you. If some tasty pre-cum appears on this massive dickhead, I'll take that as a sign that my hands feel better on your dick than anything your husband can do. Even though you're trying to fight it, out of denying your true sexuality, out of loyalty to your husband, Steve, you can't resist the pleasure. I'll take it as a sign that what I'm doing overrides your feelings for Steve. I'll take it as a sign that my hands feel better on your dick than your husband's ass! My hands feel better than the best that you husband can offer! If you had to choose between your honeymoon night, and this, you would choose me without question. If my hands feel this good, imagine what my cunt feels like. Ha!" Jessica yelled out, with a huge smile on her face as she humiliated Steve.

Four minutes had passed since she had made her bet. Her grip was so firm on his dick. Her entire focus was on his dick. Like an artist, like a professional, she was manipulating his hard dick perfectly. She was trying to force the pre-cum that she knew was in there to the tip. Some sweat had appeared on both of their skins. Her grip was like iron, trying to force his juices to the tip. Her hands were moving fast, continually moving upward, never letting the juices settle. With less than ten seconds left on the countdown, a juicy dollop of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his dick.

"There you go! I knew you could do it!" she said with pride as she looked up at him. John looked over to Steve.

"I'm so sorry." he said to him. Steve shook his head in annoyance. He wasn't mad at John. He couldn't blame him. Pleasure is pleasure, it doesn't matter where it comes from. He knew it was hard for any man to resist what she was doing. Especially a woman as skillful as Jessica who clearly knew what she was doing.

For John, it was as if the cork had been released. Pre-cum was now pouring out of his dick like a faucet. His dick and her hands were now coated in his juices. The wet slurps that her hands made on his dick echoed throughout the room. Jessica and Steve could both tell John was nearing his inevitable climax. As John's groans got louder, Jessica pulled her hands away.

"Steve, I think he's really enjoying himself, don't you?" Jessica said, showing Steve her soaked hands. John's hips humped into the air, seeking anything to relieve that ache in his balls. Jessica started to lick her palms, savoring all of John's juices.

"This gay jizz is pretty tasty." she said to herself. She turned to look at John.

"Now that you understand the pleasure I can give you, this should make this easier." she said, crawling up the bed. She proceeded to straddle his face, facing his feet, her intentions now clear.

"Remember what I told you. Don't you dare try to hurt me! No biting! If you do, your husband will get it worse. All I want to feel are your lips and your tongue. Got it?" she commanded. She let John stare at the sight above him. She let him stare at her cute little pussy. The first time John had ever seen a pussy in the flesh. Her pussy was dripping wet, so her juices dripped onto his face. She watched him take this in. Take in the sight of her beautiful pussy. Take in the taste of her juices that dripped into his mouth. Take in the scent of her horny pussy. Then she dropped down onto his face, forcing her cunt against his open mouth.

She grinded her pussy against his lips, forcing her juices into his mouth. Jessica moaned out loud when she felt a tentative lick. She felt his tongue again, taking more confident licks of her pussy. Soon, his tongue was digging deep into her dripping cunt. She then felt his whole mouth surround her cunt, and felt him suck on her pussy, trying to draw her juices into his oral cavity. He was soon alternating between licks and sucks.

"Oh, Steve, for a gay guy, he sure knows how to tongue fuck a pussy. He is sucking my pussy so well. He's really getting in there. He is really trying to help me cum. Does he ever suck your little cock this well? Is he ever this voracious with you?" Jessica said, hammering Steve with insults as she rode his husband's face.


John started running his tongue around her clit. It didn't take long for this to have its intended effect as Jessica's clit hardened. He flicked her clit a few times and John could sense her impending orgasm, so he moved his mouth to surround her pussy. Jessica groaned out loud as she forced John's mouth against her vagina as she started to cum. He juices spilled into his mouth as his lips formed a tight seal, hoping to collect all of her tasty juices. She leaned up, breaking the seal between cunt and mouth.

Steve looked down at his husband's face, trying to read his reaction. It was quick, but he noticed John lick his lips after Jessica pulled away. Did he actually like it? Did John actually enjoy the taste of her pussy? Steve thought John would have felt disgusted by having this crazy woman rubbing her soaking wet pussy all over his face. Did he like the taste of her so much that he had to lick his lips to collect any spare drops of her juices? Steve was looking at John with new eyes for the first time. Was John really gay? Was he still the man he married? Was John hiding secrets? Perhaps even from himself?

"Are you okay, John?" Steve called out, trying to hear his husband's voice, trying to hear that he was still on his side. Still the man he loved.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I just want to get this over with." John said, looking over at him, reassuring him of his loyalty. John nodded, so he nodded back.

"So, John..." Jessica started "You clearly enjoyed the taste of pussy so much, so... I figured I'd give you something even tastier." With that, she shifted so she moved her pussy forward, so her ass was hovering above his face. Then, she reached back, and pulled the cheeks apart. There was her asshole, exposed to his eyes. John immediately knew what Jessica wanted. Jessica wanted John to lick her asshole.


"No. No more please. I don't want to do this. You've already embarrassed us enough. Please end this now and let us both go!" John demanded.


Jessica ignored John's pleading and lowered her asshole to within an inch of his mouth before stopping. A part of John had to admit, it was kind of cute. If you had to have sex with a woman's asshole, hers would be the type you would want to do it with. Figures. She wanted John to do all of the work. He looked over at Steve. Steve had closed his eyes, not wanting to see his husband sucking on this woman's ass. Seeing no support there, he knew what he had to do. An ass was still an ass, whether it's on a woman or a man. And he knew much more about asses than pussies. He leaned his head up, extended his tongue out of his mouth, and gave Jessica's asshole a long wet lick. As he finished, he reflected on what he just did. Her ass did not taste any different to Steve's. It actually tasted pretty good. He couldn't help himself as he leaned up and gave her asshole another lick.
John grabbed a hold of Jessica's hips and began to work on her asshole. He couldn't help noticing how soft her skin was compared to Steve's, and how her wide curvy hips made her easier to hold on to.

After a few minutes, Steve couldn't help but open his eyes and see what was happening. He slowly opened her eyes to look at the action on the bed. He was taken aback by what he saw. John's tongue was vigorously rimming Jessica's asshole.

What?? How could he be doing this? John's never been this enthusiastic about rimming him! But there he was, rimming this bitch's ass. The pace at which he was going was not one that indicated he hated what he was doing. There was a part of him that must be enjoying it if he was doing it so passionately. Part of his husband was enjoying rimming out this whore's ass. He watched his husband lick Jessica's asshole, then put his lips around her asshole and start to suck. Steve was in disbelief as he watched his husband suck a woman's asshole. Not a guy's. He was clearly enjoying it. This was absolutely ridiculous!

John was so absorbed by what he was doing that he didn't know his husband was watching him. In fact, Steve, tied up as he was, was currently at the back of John's mind. He felt more weight against him as Jessica forced his head down against the bed. He was now smothered by her firm ass. He just kept rimming her and trying to wedge his tongue into her ass, knowing that pleasuring her was the only way out of this situation. The sensation of having her warm wet pussy against his chin, as her ass cheeks against his face was a brand new experience for him. He could still smell her pussy juice eve while working on her asshole. He heard her moan loudly. Whatever he was doing was affecting her. He just kept forcing his tongue against her ass, trying to break the seal of her tight asshole. Once he finally broke through, he felt her ass cheeks tighten against his face and a loud yell echoed through the room as she screamed in orgasm. After almost a full minute, she released his mouth from between her ass cheeks with an audible pop as she leaned upward. John immediately inhaled, breathing in fresh air as he stared at the ass above him. Jessica was the first to look over at Steve.

"You like that, Steve? You like watching your husband eat out a woman's ass? Did you enjoy watching the mouth that said 'I do' to you, firmly pressed against my asshole? Did you like seeing the tongue that kissed you on so many occasions so sensually rim my ass? Hmmm? Do you think you can kiss him again knowing his mouth has been in both my ass and my cunt?" Jessica said.

"Fuck you, you whore! It's not like he wanted to do it. You forced him!" Steve argued.

"Well, once he started, he most certainly never tried to stop me. Did you notice his mouth follow my ass as I lifted off of him? Hmm? Did you notice that he didn't want to stop sucking my ass?" Jessica replied. This silenced him.

"Go to hell, Jessica." John said, his voice rough.

"Oh, c'mon John. You can't say you didn't enjoy it. I felt your tongue. I felt your tongue deep in my pussy, trying to get all of my juices. I felt you tongue flick my clit, trying desperately to get me off. I felt your tongue rimming my ass oh so passionately. I know you enjoyed it. I felt it. Did he ever rim your ass with such devotion, Steve?" Jessica replied.

"You are one arrogant bitch." John said with a laugh. "You think that tying a gay man up, and forcing him to do things to you, will make him enjoy it? You think I liked licking your ass more than my husband's, you crazy bitch!?"

Jessica just smiled.

"It's okay, John. It'll be our little secret." Jessica replied cutely. She knee-walked to the edge of the bed and stood up.

"Does it bother you, Steve, to know that your husband made me cum twice? Your gay husband made my pussy cum all over his face, by sucking on my clit in just the right way. Then your husband made me cum by sucking my asshole. Just think about that. Your husband, the gay man who vowed to love you and only you, just made a woman cum twice. Your husband ate out a woman's pussy right in front of you. Your gay husband rimmed a woman's ass and enjoyed the taste better than he ever did yours. Can you forget that? Can you get the image of your husband's mouth buried between a woman's ass cheeks out of your head? Trust me, Steve, I've been with men who didn't want to go down on me. I can tell when they're not enjoying themselves. And your husband? He did not hate it." Jessica said.

"So, you're a whore. That's what you're saying? You've had lots of men go down on you?" Steve replied.

"Pretty much. When you're as hot as I am, it's not hard to get laid." Jessica replied.

"Then why do this? Why come after us?" Steve argued. Why go after a gay couple at all? There are so many straight guys who do want you, why go after someone who does not?

"This isn't about getting laid, Steve." Jessica said with a bright smile. "This is about something more." she added vaguely.

"What?" Steve questioned.

"You'll find out soon enough." Jessica replied darkly. She turned to look back at John. John's eyes couldn't help but watch her breasts jiggle as she turned. Jessica noticed this and smiled.

"Okay, John. This is it." Jessica started, reaching up to tie her hair in a ponytail. "This is the moment you've been waiting for. You're finally going to understand first hand, what all those straight blokes like to talk about in the locker room. What they brag about getting. You're going to experience your first pussy. And you're lucky. There is no better pussy than what I've have. I've had many men tell me. After this, you'll never look twice at a guy's ass. Even Steve's."

She hopped back onto the bed, crawled over and straddled John. His dick was still throbbing hard. She reached between them and guided the tip of his dick against the outside of her pussy.

"This is what you've been thinking about, isn't it? The moment you saw me, even though I attacked you, even though I attacked your husband, even though you claim you're gay. Your first thought was 'God, I just want to bang this bitch.' Right? When I stepped in, you just wanted to fuck the shit out of me. Now, your dream is about to come true." Jessica said. With that, Jessica lowered herself onto him.

John groaned out loud. His eyes rolled up into his head as he felt his dick getting buried in her sweet pussy. His dick met a lot of resistance as he was forced deep into her twat. Her pussy was tight. So fucking tight. He had never had his dick in a hole this tight. Even Steve's ass wasn't quite this tight. It was a struggle for her to take his thick ten inches into her tight little pussy. She sighed softly as her ass settled into his lap.

Jessica leaned forward so she balanced on her arms above John, staring down at him. She knew the pleasure he was feeling. She had seen it in other men. The realization that the hole his dick was buried into was the best thing he had ever experienced.

"You don't know it yet, but you're mine now." Jessica whispered, quiet enough so Steve did not hear.

John's immediate reaction to that was confusion. What does that mean? But he did not have time to dwell on it due to the overwhelming pleasure her tight pussy was providing. John looked up at her face before his eyes were inevitably drawn to her hanging breasts. He made eye contact with her hard nipples. She smirked and started to bounce.

She put her hands on his chest to get more leverage as she started to bounce harder. John couldn't control his groans as Jessica rode his hard cock. John's eyes never left those nipples as her bounces became more and more violent. He had never been ridden this hard.

Steve watched this with a sick fascination. He couldn't help but observe the sexual union of his husband, his gay husband and this absolute bitch. He didn't know how his husband could handle this hard fuck. While he wouldn't exactly describe their own lovemaking as gentle, it was not rough and hard like this bitch was doing with John.

"You like that John? You like the way I fuck you? You like how my pussy feels? You like how my cunt takes all of your massive cock? It's never felt this good with Steve, has it, John? This is the best feeling you've ever had during sex, right? Pussies are made for fucking, John. Especially my pussy. My pussy swallows dicks up whole and spits them out. Even big cocks like yours, John. Can Steve take your full length like I can? Does his anal walls squeeze your dick like tiny little fingers all along your shaft? Does his asshole feel this naturally slick, warm, and tight, John? This is the best sex you've ever had? Right? Tell me!" Jessica yelled out.

John closed his eyes and looked away, trying to think of anything else but the pussy wrapped snugly around his cock. He shook his head, trying to deny the feelings she was providing.

"Tell me or I'll stop! Tell me or I'll stop fucking you! Tell me or you don't get to drain your balls!" Jessica yelled out, bringing her bouncing hips to a stop, his balls nestled snugly against her ass as his dick was buried inside her. John tried to bounce his hips to try to relieve the throbbing in his balls, but she held him down, preventing him from getting any pleasure. She leant down and laid on his chest, her breasts flattening out against him. The feeling of her soft breasts against his chest was a completely new feeling, and nearly set him off. Jessica put her mouth against his ear.

"C'mon, John. Tell me the truth." Jessica whispered "Tell me that my pussy feels better than anything you've ever felt. Tell me that my pussy feels so good on your dick. Tell me that you love my pussy more than anything. Tell me you love my pussy more than your husband. Tell me that you would leave your husband for me. Tell me that you would leave your husband for my tight little pussy. Tell me you love me." After she finished whispering her evil speech to John, he felt her soft lips kiss his ear. Her mouth moved down, licking and sucking his neck. John shivered as he felt this, and took in her dark designs. He now knew her true goal. Her goal was his fidelity, his loyalty to his husband. His sexual identity destroyed. She hoped that he would leave Steve for her, after experiencing her admittedly extra tight pussy. She hoped that the pleasure she could give him would override the love he had for his husband. John shivered at this plan, and also the wet tongue sliding across his neck. He felt her tighten her pussy around his dick. He was then reminded of his aching balls, filled to the brim with cum, cum that was bursting to escape. He could feel his dick marinating in her juices, which had dripped down to his balls. If she would move just a little bit, he would no doubt cum. John tried to let his balls simmer, hoping the pressure would ease quickly.


Watching this bugged Steve more than anything he had seen so far. Watching Jessica whisper in his ear, whispering something she didn't want Steve to hear. Then watching her start kissing him. It just seemed so intimate. Like something that lovers would do.
Right then, John and Jessica looked like a real couple.

Jessica pulled her lips from John's neck and leaned up over him. Steve could see Jessica start flexing her ass, no doubt tightening her pussy against John's hard dick. John groaned out loud, now back on edge. Then, she stopped.

"Tell me, John. Tell me what I want to hear and I'll let you cum." Jessica ordered. John looked over at Steve. Steve could see the apology in his lover's eyes. He knew that John was on edge, desperately needing to cum. Steve knew Jessica would keep him on edge for as long as it took. Steve nodded reluctantly at John, giving his permission for whatever John had to do.

"Please, just let me cum." John begged.

"I will when you tell me." Jessica replied strongly. John paused, then finally relented.

"I love you." John said quietly.

"What was that?" Jessica said.

"I love you!" John yelled out, desperate to cum.

"Do you love me more than Steve?" Jessica asked, flexing her ass, tightening her pussy as a reward.

"Yes, I love you more than Steve." John said quickly, willing her to start bouncing.

"Do you love my pussy more than you love Steve?" Jessica said, tightening her pussy again.

"Yes, I love your pussy more than Steve. Just please, make me cum!" John begged.

"You got it, love." Jessica said. She put her arms on his chest and started to bounce. Her bounces quickly resumed their violent nature. Jessica's tight pussy, clasping on his dick as she drove up and down, was enough to finally set him off. His hips couldn't help but drive up into her as his balls exploded. She ground into him as she felt his balls start to spurt. His balls pumped massive amounts of warm semen into the tight cunt of this bitch riding him. John nearly blacked out the pleasure was so great. He didn't know how long he was cumming. All he knew was that he was driving his dick into her as hard and deep as he could, trying to maintain this incredibly pleasurable feeling for as long as possible. As his balls emptied the last of his semen into her, he fell back onto the bed, exhausted. Jessica just lied on top of John, basking in the warm glow of great sex. She could feel his cum leaking out of her pussy. He had shot so much it had probably run out of places to go. She rolled onto her back and looked over at Steve.

"Does it hurt, Steve, to know that your so-called gay husband has become lovers with a woman? Did it hurt to see your husband cum harder than he ever has before in his life? Did it hurt to see your husband have the best sex of his life with me, a woman, and have to watch from the sidelines, knowing that was something you would never be able to give him? All guys need pussy, Steve. Even the gay ones." Jessica taunted. A tear dripped down Steve's cheek. Jessica smiled.

A faint buzzing was heard from the floor. Jessica reached down quickly and grabbed her jeans. She pulled her cell phone out of a pocket and looked at it. Jessica stood up.

"Excuse me guys, I have some important business to take care of." Jessica said, shaking her hips as she walked out of the bedroom. Steve couldn't help but notice his husband's jizz running down her thighs.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. It was understandably awkward. The words Jessica said earlier echoed in John's ears. She said he was hers now. She thought that the minute she forced his dick into her tight pussy, that he belonged to her. That her pussy felt so good that all of his loyalty to his husband was gone. John just shook his head at her misguided ego. Even though her tight pussy did feel great, he hated to admit it, but it wasn't enough to sweep away his loyalty to his husband or change his sexuality. Right? Quickly, John shook these thoughts out of his head. He finally, John turned to look at Steve, who had tears in his eyes.

"Steve, I'm so sorry." He said, a tear running down his own cheeks. "You know I don't believe anything I just said. You know how much I love you."

"I know." Steve said crying. "I love you too."

"I hate what she's doing. I hate it. I just did it to get through it." John said.

"I know, John, I know. Listen, it's okay. Just do what you have to do, John, it's okay. Just do whatever she says. Just do whatever it takes, and when she's gone we can move on. I'll forgive you for what she makes you do. I love you." Steve said, crying.

"I love you too." John said quietly. They heard approaching footsteps, and braced themselves for the return of this monster.

"Sorry about that, guys." Jessica said, sashaying back into the room, putting down her phone. Steve noticed that she still hadn't cleaned John's semen off of her. Jessica noticed where Steve was staring.

"Sorry. I tried to clean it up, but he shot a whole lot in me." Jessica said with a laugh. Steve just gave her the death stare.

"Please, just let us go. You got what you wanted." John said exasperatedly.

"No, lover, we're just getting started. We've got the whole weekend ahead of us." Jessica said, joining him on the bed. She moved to the other side of him and curled up against him. She scratched her finger against John's chest.

"God, you're so buff and strong. You're such a hunk. You shouldn't be living your life as a gay man." she whispered in his ear. "Why did you shack up with him? You can do so much better."

"Fuck you." John replied.

"You did that very well already, thanks." Jessica chuckled, kissing his cheek. She continued kissing his cheek up to his ear.

"I think I'm falling for you, John. I think I love you." Jessica whispered. This caused John to laugh derisively.

"You are out of your mind, Jessica." John said. "I'm gay. Nothing's changed."

"You told me you loved me." Jessica countered, continuing this whole conversation through whispers in his ear. "Why can't I return the favor?" John just rolled his eyes while trying to ignore the chills up his spine as she blew in his ear.

"I knew the truth. I felt it. I felt your dick throb when you told me you loved me. I felt how hard it got you to declare your love for me. It got you so fucking hard to declare your love for a woman in front of your faggy ass husband. You can deny it but I know the truth. Just imagine how good it'll feel when you betray your husband for good. Imagine how hard you'll cum when you choose me over him. When you betray that ugly queen, that you declared your love for, in favor of this hot female slut that you can't stop thinking about. Steve likes to talk effeminately and wear make-up like a girl. But I am a woman. There's nothing fake about me. No pretence. We were meant to be together. I know it's hard to believe cause you've thought you were something else for so long. You're not like that. Not like them. You're a stud"

"That conflict you're feeling is perfectly normal. Especially after having a small taste of what I have to offer. Don't worry, it'll get easier. You'll begin to choose me over him. It'll start small. You'll think sexier than him. You'll prefer my curvy figure to his lean frame. It'll be the natural progression to then think that I'm sexier than he'll ever be. But you'll think, hey, sexiness isn't that important. That you're only into guys, after all. Not women like me. Then you'll realize that I'm a much better fuck than him. But sex isn't everything right? But then, you'll start to miss me when I'm gone. You won't be able to stop thinking about me. You won't stop wondering when I'll be back. You're dick will get hard at the mere thought of me. You'll just keep waiting for me to come and take care of your swollen balls. Your husband will begin to bore you. Frustrate you. Fail to fulfill you in ways that only I can. With the amount of sex we're going to be having this weekend, we'll no doubt develop a certain chemistry. I'll know what you like, and you'll know what I like. You'll start to go out of your way to please me so that I'll please you. We'll be perfect sexual partners. When two people develop this chemistry, they'll start to really understand each other. You'll know what I'm thinking at all times. And I'll know what you're thinking. You'll start laughing at my jokes. You'll start to sympathize with me. You'll start supporting me, taking my side. You'll start to crave a woman's body. My body. You'll have the desire to fuck a pussy. You'll lose interest in your husband's skinny ass. Your marriage will no longer be a concern for you. Then, you'll really let loose. There will be no stopping you from doing all the sexy things you want to do to me. You'll be free. Truly free. Your previous sexual identity will be been revealed as nothing more than a mistake. A lie you told yourself. There's no use fighting it John. It's inevitable." Jessica finished.

John had been too engrossed in her terrifying speech to realize her hand had moved down to slowly stroke his cock back to full hardness. His cock was dripping with his juices.

"See baby." Jessica whispered, "See how hard I get you? See how hard the thought of being with me gets you? See how hard the thought of leaving your husband for me gets you?"

John tried to fight the pleasure her hand was providing, but he could not. She knew how to stroke him in just the right way. Steve could never handle his cock this well. Which amazed John even more because she was a woman, who had no cock of her own to practice on. How did she get so good? She knew just how to milk the cum out of his dick. She leaned up and focused her attention on his throbbing dick.

Steve stared at Jessica as she stroked his husband's dick. He watched her facial expressions as she put in the effort to pleasure his husband. Jessica noticed Steve staring at her, so she responded by smiling brightly and over exaggerating her facial expressions as she jacked off John. It was beyond frustrating for Steve to have seen Jessica whispering in his husband's ear, no doubt whispering words to twist John's thoughts against Steve. And to see his husband's body reacting in response. To see him get hard at what she said, and not hearing what Jessica said, just drove Steve nuts.

Steve hated that John got hard with her. He's supposed to be gay, damn it! He's supposed to be his husband! He hated it. He understood as a man himself, that it's hard for a man to turn his dick off so to speak, but still. To get hard so quickly after getting off. He never recharged that fast with him. Steve had to deal with the fact that on some level, John enjoyed what Jessica was doing to him, on a purely physical level, a part of John wasn't gay.

Jessica released his dick and got up on her knees. She straddled Steve's husband, ready to fuck again. Steve couldn't help but be a little jealous of her stamina. For Steve, after one session of love making, he was pooped. He was done for the night. But Jessica, she was eager to fuck again, ready to please so quickly after their previous fuck. Steve hated her. He looked away as she lowered herself onto his husband's dick and tried to think about something else when he heard them both groan out loud. Steve couldn't help but look back at them as the bed started to creak.

Jessica was clearly ready to go, because as soon as the sex started, she was riding John hard. She put her hands on the headboard to give herself more leverage for this hard fuck. She was not slowing down. Steve couldn't help but think that Jessica must be incredibly fit.

John was taking in the amazing shape of Jessica's massive titties as she rode him. He was nearly hypnotized by the hard bouncing nipples bouncing above his eyes. His body was acting on pure instinct. He must have denied it even to himself all this time, that breasts had some appeal to him. His mouth was salivating at the sight of the succulent nipples above him. His hands were starting to fight the handcuffs, trying to break their grip, not to get away, but to be able give those massive breasts above him in a long, healthy squeeze. But that was just instinct. John didn't even know he was doing it. And luckily, the hoops the handcuffs he was connected to were very secure, because John was using all of his strength to try to break them. Jessica knew what she was doing. John was not getting away.

John was still trying to fight the new feelings she was bringing out in him. Despite the situation, he had to admit Jessica was one hell of a fuck. That her pussy felt especially made for his cock. No man had ever taken his entire length before. She was bouncing on his shaft so fast! She clearly knew what she was doing. Her clasping pussy felt so fucking good wrapped around his dick. Her cunt was so tight, and wet, and deep. The pace of this fuck didn't slow down like it did with the previous one. There were no stops. There were no breaks. This was just hard fucking.

"You don't get this from Steve, do you?" "You can't fuck Steve's ass like this!" Jessica said loudly as she bounced. John said nothing. "No response? You don't want to admit this sex is better than anything you've ever had. Better than anything Steve's ever done. I'm doing things that Steve is simply not capable of. He doesn't have the right equipment after all. I mean, look at him. He's nothing. No big succulent titties like these. Just a flat boring chest. No delicious cunt to tongue fuck until your jaw aches. Even my ass tastes better than his. Anything he can give you, I can can give you more of it, and better." Jessica said.

"I fucking hate you." John replied.

"You're lying, John. We all know it. That hard gay dick in my cunt is all I need to know about how you really feel about me. Trust me. You would not be that hard, your balls would not be so swollen, you would not be fucking me back if you weren't enjoying yourself." Jessica said as she smiled. John suddenly realized his hips were meeting hers stroke for stroke. He was getting close.

"C'mon, just admit it. Admit that you like me more than you like Steve. Admit that you love me more than you love Steve. Admit that you're not going to waste your life living as a gay man anymore, after this.

"FUCK YOU!" John yelled out, the pleasures of her pussy finally overwhelming him. He started cumming hard. His thrusting dick set off Jessica, who literally yelled out in orgasm.

Steve watched this scene in horror. Just watching his gay husband and a woman have amazing simultaneous orgasms was a terrifying sight to see. A thought really started to take shape in his mind: Was John enjoying this? Not just the feelings of the things she was doing to him. But was part of him enjoying the rough nature of the sex. Did he maybe enjoy Jessica's filthy mouth? Was there a dark side to his husband's sexual nature? No, of course not. John had never complained about their love life. He had always enjoyed their passionate sweet sex. He wasn't into any of the rough, nasty shit that Jessica was.

Another, even more terrifying thought occurred to him. They were not using any protection. As a monogamous gay couple they never had to worry about protection, Steve watched Jessica hump against John and flex her ass, coaxing John's semen to get as deep into her nasty pussy as possible. What if she got pregnant? What if Jessica got herself pregnant on his husband's cock? The way Jessica was fucking, it almost seemed like she was trying to get pregnant.

John's head fell back to the bed exhausted. His body relaxed as the post sex endorphins flowed through his veins. Jessica rolled off of him, tired from the rough sex. She pressed herself against his side, their sweaty bodies rubbing together. Jessica brought her lips to John's ear.

"If you keep fucking me like that, then tomorrow, I'll let you fuck my ass." she whispered before kissing his cheek. John was in a daze, ready to pass out. It was getting dark, so Jessica pulled out a blanket from under the bed to cover them both up with. Jessica rested her head on his chest, and John was in too much of a daze to fight her off. They were curled up together as they both quickly fell asleep.

Steve was still wide awake. It was well before the time he usually went to sleep, same with John, but he was clearly worn out from fucking that bitch. He just sat in silence as he watched his husband and that whore curled up, sleeping together in their marital bed. Just this level of intimacy, even if it was forced by Jessica, was driving him nuts. He wanted to scream out, but he didn't want to wake John up.

He tried to fall asleep, anything to get away from the situation he was currently in. Unfortunately, being bound to this chair wasn't exactly comfortable. It took him a few hours, but finally, he nodded off.

It was a few hours later when Steve was stirred awake. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he heard a sound. A wet, sucking sound. He looked towards the bed. Steve saw his husband awake, moving around a little, clearly agitated. He looked over to see Jessica, but she was not there. Then, Steve noticed something bobbing under the blanket. The wet sucking noise was coming from under the blanket.

"Oh, shit!" John said quietly. He looked over to see if his husband was awake, but he didn't see his open eyes. He focused back on the incredible feelings coming from his dick.

He had been woken from his sleep by an amazingly pleasurable feeling coming from his dick. He had been dreaming for a few minutes before that. In the dream, he was getting his dick sucked by Steve. He looked down at Steve, but he couldn't quite make out his face. At least, he thought it was his husband, but the face didn't quite match the image. It just didn't make sense. Steve never sucked his dick quite like this. His blowjobs never felt this amazing. Then he woke up.

He realized that he was still tied up in his bed, but he didn't have the chance to be disappointed as he realized that the pleasurable feelings coming from his dick was not just a dream. He looked down and saw something bobbing under the blanket. He realized immediately that it was Jessica under there. She must have woken up and just been hungry for dick. So she just went for it. Steve was never that spontaneous anymore.

As much as he hated to admit it, the blowjob felt amazing. Her tongue was everywhere. She knew just the right places to tease him. She even sucked his balls. She could even deep throat him, right down to the ball sack. Her drool dripping down his cock felt amazing. And she sucked so hard! This was an expert blowjob.
She put Steve's skills to shame. It surprised him that a woman could handle a dick this well. Everybody knows that gay men give the best blowjobs. But somebody forgot to tell Jessica this fact.

He looked over to see if Steve was awake, and he was still in the same position, still asleep. John thought, 'what the hell, might as well enjoy it. Steve won't know.' He just relaxed and let the feelings overwhelm him.

"Oh, fuck, Jessica." he said softly. If his hands were free, he would have placed them on top of her head to hold her on his dick. Her tongue was massaging his dick perfectly, trying to draw the cum out of his swollen balls and into her sucking mouth. Jessica's tongue swirling around his dickhead set him off.

"Ah, fuck!" John said firmly but quietly. His balls started pumping a massive load into Jessica's mouth. And like a good whore, she swallowed every drop. That was the best blowjob he had ever had. She kept sucking for a few minutes more after he stopped cumming, trying to get any excess cum. When she felt he was completely drained, she popped out from under the blanket and reappeared next to him. She kissed his cheek again.

"Good night, lover." she said softly, laying her head next to his and putting her arm around him protectively. In a daze, John fell back into a comfortable sleep.

END OF PART 1

It's broken into parts because it's a long-ish story (this is about 1/3 of it so far. I don't want to spam the thread.
Leave a comment and if there's any interest I'll post the rest.

 

[superchaz]

Wow that was hot!! More please! Also a description of John and Steve would also be interesting to add especially if they’re both muscled bears lol

 

[MikeT008]

Thank you.
John is a hunk. Just imagine your typical jock. Short dark hair. Solid build.
Steve is a twink. Skinny, not very muscly, but cute. Dark hair, medium length, styled.
Jessica is a brunette. Curvy figure. Think of Beyonce's type of figure. DD breasts.
The next part will come soon. It's already complete. I just didn't want to post a large story all at once in case it was considered spamming the thread.

 

[ShowTony]

Here's a link to amrplist's Literotica account. He used to run a really hot "gays fucking pussy" tumblr, and now he has some really hot stories here. They haven't updated in a while but I'm hoping for more of both. Enjoy!

https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=4850730&page=submissions

 

[dpaksh]

Rape is not funny.

 

[MikeT008]

Good stories. I especially liked the breeding soldier one.

 

[MikeT008]

No one suggested rape was funny.
Actually, very little about the story is funny. Just because something nasty happens in a piece of fiction, it doesn't mean it's being condoned by the author. Do you think Stephen King approves of the way Paul Sheldon is treated by his psychotic fan, Annie Wilkes, in Misery? Do fans of slasher movies go around killing people in real life?
If I've broken any rules I'll gladly remove my post. If not, feel free to ignore them

 

[dpaksh]

Corrective rape have always been part of the gay conversion therapy.They are not fictional,they are real.These are currently happening right now all over the world.

 

[superchaz]

This is just fiction dpkash if you’re offended then don’t read and don’t comment. Stephen Kings IT had an explicit orgy scene which nobody complained about. The book room about a female being captured by her father in a room for a number of years didn’t receive any complaints even though it came out after the Freitzl case. I understand conversion therapy is happening around the world but if you’re really concerned then support charities who are combating this problem

 

[Mousee]

I wonder if people can actually make proper stories without being homophobic and glorifying violence or rape. Those examples you are giving are not meant to be "erotic", but the stories being posted lately just have plain unlikable characters and presents rape and violence towards gay people as erotic.

 

[MikeT008]

"Corrective rape have always been part of the gay conversion therapy.They are not fictional,they are real.These are currently happening right now all over the world."

So has heterosexual rape, domestic violence, terrorism, childhood cancer, and murder.
But people still watch movies, read books and play video games that contain those themes, but they would never support those happening in real life. It's not as if they're even supporting those themes in the story either, it's just part of telling a story.
Would you have me skip those themes too?
It's your choice whether or not you want to read this story.
Knowing how you feel, I'd advise you not to. There's a couple of more parts to post, and then it's complete. But I am sorry if it has provoked you. It's not a nice sort of story.

You asked if people could make stories without homophobia in them. But when it comes to this particular genre, no matter how the story goes, someone will consider it homophobic by its very nature. Like, if a guy cheats on his boyfriend with a girl, and finds that he likes it, it's homophobic to some people. But that describes pretty much every story, or link to a story, posted in this thread.

Again, lots of fiction contains violence, rape, racism, homophobia.
What's important to me is that I realize it's just fiction. I wouldn't condone these behaviors in real life.

But I will add a warning to the next part, which will be up soon. So that people who are sensitive to those themes will know beforehand what the story contains.
Part 2 will be up soon.

 

[MikeT008]

Just a word of warning. There are some scenes of forced sex & emotional abuse in this part of the story.
So if you're sensitive to that type of content you might wish to skip the rest.

PART 2

John woke up with the sunlight shining on his face through the window. He realized he was still tied to the bed. He looked over and saw his husband slumped over, asleep. He turned and saw Jessica sleeping next to him, peacefully. 'God, she's gorgeous' was John's first thought, taking in her serene face. Wait, what? He shook this thought out of his head. He's gay for crying out loud! And this bitch was holding him and his husband hostage, and she had hurt Steve. Had humiliated him! Had made John do things against his will, in front of his husband. He hated this woman. But how could any woman, especially one he hated so much, make him feel so good?

John tried to rationalize his thoughts. On a purely physical level, he was enjoying what she was doing to him. But it didn't mean anything. He was still just as gay as he was yesterday. They were just physical reactions, not emotional ones. How could he not respond? He had used sex toys before. That doesn't mean he's attracted to rubber or plastic. Steve would not hold it against him for responding to her. It wasn't even him, it was his dick that responded. His dick was betraying his better judgment. This woman was insane. She had tied him down in his own home and had her way with him. She was crazy and evil. The only thing she had going for her was her body. Her gorgeous face. Those massive breasts. Her tight, wet pussy. Her tasty asshole. John tried to get her body out of his mind, but then he realized he couldn't hide from the truth. Her body really was spectacular. She was fantastically stunning. He shouldn't feel this way about her. About any woman. but he did. He just had to accept it and move on. Her having a great body changed nothing. What kind of woman fucks a gay man by force, in front of his lover? What kind of woman humiliates someone like that?


John looked over to Steve. He hated to see him so defeated. Tied up. Helpless. The fact that he just wanted to get through it and move on kinda bugged him for some reason. He wanted to see more fight from him. He's a man, right? Even effeminate men are still men. They have testosterone flowing through their blood. Why wasn't he fighting back? He would have liked to see him yelling and cursing more at Jessica, not just sitting there and watching, crying. But then John realized that he hadn't fought as hard as he could have done, either. This troubled him for some reason he couldn't pin down the reason why.

John wondered what Steve was thinking. He said he understood what he was going through, that it was okay with him that he had responded physically. But he wondered if that was the truth. He wondered if part of him was afraid that he was enjoying himself with a girl, too much. That maybe he enjoyed the sex with Jessica more than he let on. Then he remembered the late night blowjob.

John was puzzled to his reaction of waking up to Jessica's warm mouth around his dick. He didn't fight her off. He had seen Steve asleep, so he just went with it and found himself enjoying it. Why did he do that? Why didn't he fight back? She's a woman. Just because Steve was asleep, he took that opportunity to enjoy the illicit sex with a woman. Did that mean that if Steve wasn't here he might not fight back at all? That he would have let himself enjoy this straight sex Jessica was providing? Was Steve's presence the only thing stopping him from letting loose and exploring his heterosexuality? No, of course not. He was barely awake at the time. He wasn't thinking clearly. He was a gay man. A gay man with an husband he loved very much.

John sensed something, so he turned and saw Jessica staring at him, wide awake.

"Morning, love." she whispered. John couldn't help but look down at her massive bare tits. Since she was lying on her side, one huge tit was stacked on top of the other. It was one of the sexiest sights he had ever seen. And it was on his and his husband's bed. She let him stare before guiding his eyes upward with her finger on his chin.

"Listen," she started in a whisper as she looked past John to glance at Steve. "You can talk now. He's asleep, so you can say whatever you want about him and he won't hear. You can say all the bad things you've wanted to say about him without penalty." Jessica said with a big smile.

"Go to hell, Jessica." John said quietly, trying not to wake Steve.

"It's okay, John. I know you want to. It's okay to insult him. Nothing bad will happen. In fact, you will be rewarded. The more insults you say about him, the more rewards you get from me. And trust me, they are worth it." Jessica said brightly. John was puzzled. Jessica continued.

"Now, here's the thing, you cannot tell him about this arrangement. If you tell him anything, the deals off, and quite frankly, I will kick his ass. And don't think you can tell him about this when I'm out of the room. Believe me, I'm always watching." Jessica warned. John looked around, wondering if the room was bugged. He thought of a worse possibility. What if they were being recorded? What if there was a camera in the room? Jessica brought his focus gently back onto her.


"So listen, I'll lay it out for you. Ten insults earns your freedom. Ten slanders against your husband will be all you need to end this. But it's not quite that easy. It's a ten step process. Here are the ground rules. You could just rattle them off bam, bam, bam. That would be the easy way, but you wouldn't do that, would you? Because you love him. Right? You could be free if you just let go of that urge you feel to protect your husband's honor. But, you won't, at least, not yet. Also, you can't just whisper all of them to me when we're cuddling together. I'll give you some leeway. The first five insults can be whispered in my ear. I know it'll take some time to get used to bashing him, so I'll grant you that. But the last five, you've got to say them out loud. Steve has to hear them too. And you need to mean them. They can't just be mincing, lame insults. They have got to be vicious. They have to have venom. They have to make him hurt. Even when this is over, and you tell him that I made you do this, I want him to think, in the back of his head, that the things you said were what you really thought. Can you do that for me?" Jessica said, her brow crunched up cutely.

John thought about this. This woman was the worst person alive. Literally. She was pure evil. She wanted him to bash his husband. She wanted him to insult his lover. They had done nothing wrong to her. She didn't even know them. This whole thing is ridiculous!

What rewards did she think she could give that would make him insult Steve? If it's sex, John could hold out, no question. If she threatens to withhold sex, John would welcome it. He would win that battle easily. She must be truly naive if she thinks that he would insult the love of his life in order to avail himself in this slut's body some more. Jessica took his silence as a chance to continue relaying her fucked up plan.

"So, I'll lay out the rewards. You should thank me, because I'm gonna be generous and give out two rewards for each insult. Okay, for one insult, you'll get bathroom privileges for the rest of our time together. Plus, you'll get a nice, wet blowjob, just like you should be getting every morning. Two insults, that'll get him bathroom privileges as well. It'll also get you a nice long titty-fuck. Imagine how good it'll feel to cum all over these jugs. Imagine how soft they will feel wrapped around your hard cock. Now, three insults, that'll get you food privileges. I'll feed you morning, noon, and night. And also, you'll get an even more delicious meal. I'll let you eat my ass for an entire hour. I think that'll be enough time for you to satisfy your hunger. Four insults, that'll get Steve some food privileges as well. And what'll you get as a reward? You'll get to butt-fuck my amazing ass. My ass is so fucking tight. Much tighter than Steve's, I bet. Imagine how good my tight asshole will feel around your cock. Imagine how my tight ass will draw the cum out of those huge balls of yours."

"Now, insult number five. If you insult your husband a fifth time, you will get some alone time with him. I'll give you both thirty minutes to talk without me in the way. Private time to recharge, get your bearings together, and get through the rest of our time together. It'll also get you a nice massage. I mean, your muscles must be so sore, being stuck here like this. I've been told I give amazing massages. I know all the right places to touch. Insult number six, you'll get a lock of my hair. You might be wondering what the point of that is. Well, when this is all over, and if you feel you were wronged in some way, then you can go to the police and you have a nice lock of DNA to prove my guilt. You'll have all the power. If you choose to do that, I'll give you a happy ending to your massage. After my massage, you'll be dying to get off.

When you insult your husband for the seventh time, I'll let you kiss him. I mean, a sign of affection, a sign of love, that's something that is vitally important to get through troubled times. If you do choose that, John, you'll get to bear witness to something very special. One of my many talents. You see, I have the ability to squirt. A lot. I could probably fill a glass with it. So here's what I'll do. I'll get myself to squirt into a glass, then I'll let you have a drink. I'll let you drink the whole glass. A whole glass of my pussy juice. Mmmm. You know you crave it."

"Then, if you decide to insult your husband again, I'll pull Steve out of the room, so he doesn't have to see the naughty things we'll do together. You can be yourself. Your true self.
First, I'll give you a strip tease, better than any stripper, male or female. And if you can't stop yourself, if you insult your husband for a ninth time, then I'll confess everything. I'll tell you who I am, what my job is, where I saw you. Everything. But if I do that, we'll do something really fun. I'll coat myself in baby oil, coat you in baby oil, and we can slide and grind against each other for a while. Just imagine your hard, muscular body against my soft, firm, curvy body. They fit together so perfect, so naturally. No bumps or gaps between us like two men or two women have. And, if you insult him again, like I promised, I'll let you go. I'll give you your freedom. But not before I give Steve one more hard slap in the face to remember me by. Do you know how wet it made me when I slapped him before?" Jessica giggled.

"But if you insult him again, for an eleventh time, you'll get something extra special. You'll get two more rewards. Two massive, perky rewards. I'll let you touch my tits. I'll let you squeeze them. Bare hands on my tits. Your gay, married hands on my big slutty tits. Maybe I'll even let you suck them if you're a good boy.. And, if the feel of my tits makes you insult your husband again, then I'll fuck you again. I'll run the gamut on you. We'll do everything together. I'll give you the most incredible sexual experience of your life. I'll fuck your homosexuality away. It'll be rough. It'll be nasty. It'll be fun. And if you insult Steve for a thirteenth time, then quite frankly, I'll consider that a marriage proposal. That will be you declaring your love for me and you ending your relationship with Steve. If you insult your husband that many times, then you honestly never loved him and deserve to be with someone better. Someone like me. So, I don't think you'll mind when I take the wedding ring off of his finger and put it on mine. Then we'll be bound together forever. As man and wife. A real marriage."


As Jessica finished her insane speech, John truly saw the full extent of her evil. He just lied there and considered everything. This woman was a monster, obviously. But John knew he had to work with her. He weighed the options. Yes, he could end it all now, but that would be at the expense of his husband. But, if he didn't, it would get bad in here. If he did insult him, the only things he would want to gain would be bathroom and food privileges, and also maybe the lock of her hair, so he could get this bitch locked up where she belonged. The private time would be nice, but his goal was to get to the point where he would get that lock of hair. That would only involve one insult against Steve that he would have to hear. He could handle that. One gentle insult, some constructive criticism. He found himself considering her proposition, simply to better their situation.

"So?" Jessica asked.

"I don't know." John said.

"C'mon, John. Do you think you could let your husband starve and be covered in his own shit simply because you couldn't say a few bad things about him? Honestly, if he knew the truth, he would rather have you insult him than the alternative. Plus, he won't hear a thing. At least the first few. What's the problem?" Jessica said. John realized she had a point. John exhaled.

"Fine." John said. Jessica beamed. John just laid back and thought. He had to look at his husband with a critical eye. He had to come up with six insults against Steve. He didn't want to get too mean, but he knew Jessica would want him to be vicious. He thought maybe he could try something in the middle. He looked over at Jessica, and she pushed her ear out towards him. He glanced over at Steve, verifying he was still asleep.

"Uh, well, I think I would like it if Steve maybe dressed a little better." John said quietly. Jessica bounced her head, as if weighing what he said.

"How would you like him to dress?" Jessica asked.

"I don't know, maybe a little less flamboyantly." John replied.

"So, he dresses kinda girly?" Jessica replied.

"Uh, yeah." John agreed. Jessica thought for a moment.

"Not good enough." she said, starting to sit up.

"Wait! Wait!" John hissed. Jessica laid back down.

"I'm listening." Jessica said. John swallowed his pride. He knew what she wanted to hear. She wanted to hear venom. Knowing that Steve would not hear, John decided to bite the bullet.

"Steve's clothes are ugly. All of them. They're so girly. I wish he would dress a little more like a guy, you know?" John whispered. Jessica took this in.

"I bet when you two are walking down the sidewalk, your eyes look past all the guys. But you turn your head when you see a girl walk by in a halter top and booty shorts. I bet you love it when you see some slut with her thong straps above the waistline of her pants. I bet Steve the queen acts disgusted, but you, you just want to catch another glimpse of that sexy whale-tail. I bet you just can't help but notice the girls with their big tits pouting out of their tops. I bet you just want to shove down your husband, grab that slut, take her to the back seat of your car, and test the shocks if you know what I mean. Right?" Jessica snickered.

'That's not true.' John thought, confused as to why she created this bizarre scene in her head. John wanted to argue with her, but he knew it was pointless. John gritted his teeth, and just nodded, giving her what she wanted. Jessica smiled.

"Okay, that'll do, John. That's the first one. And you just earned yourself a nice morning blowjob." Jessica said. With that she started to crawl under the sheets. The next thing John felt was Jessica's warm breath on his dick. He started to harden from this sensation, despite himself. Jessica took his hardening dick into her mouth. He groaned quietly. Her mouth was so hot and wet. He could immediately feel her hot spit sliding down his dick. John tried to fight the pleasure, but knew she would keep going until his warm semen was in her belly, so he figured he might as well get it over with. He just wanted to give her as little indication as he could that he was enjoying this.

John tried to stay quiet to avoid waking Steve, but Jessica was deliberately slurping loudly on his hardon. Her bobbing head and swirling tongue around his crown, were driving him to the edge, but she knew just when to stop and let it simmer. She kept up this loud sucking for a while, taking pauses to prevent him from going over the edge. She kept slurping on his dick until she saw that Steve was stirring.

Steve started hearing loud slurps and clacks echoing through the room, which stirred him from his uncomfortable, troubled sleep. He cleared his eyes and was confronted by the same sight he confronted when he had last been awake. The same sight of a slut bobbing under a blanket on his husband's cock.

John was getting close to cumming again, Steve recognized the familiar signs. His rock hard cock was buried deep in this slut's throat, and coated in her spit. Her hands were massaging his balls gently, in just the right way. Jessica pulled back until only the fat tip of his dick was in her mouth. Then, Jessica's tongue went crazy on the underside of his dick.
For any man, or woman, Jessica definitely knew how to suck a cock. Handling it expertly, giving John's enormous cock more pleasure than it had ever felt before.

"Oh, Fuck!" John yelled, out, unable to contain the pleasure Jessica was giving him. He glanced over at Steve, his eyes now wide open at the horrific sight in front of him.

"I'm so sorry, babe." he called out to him, before returning his focus to the slut in bed with him. The lust and pleasure too much to think straight.

"Fuck!" John grunted out, feeling the cum burst out of his shaft into her warm, welcoming mouth. Her hands started pumping his dick, aiding in his amazing orgasm. He could feel her swallow all of his cum to make space for the next burst. Once she had taken and swallowed every last drop of cum John had to offer her, Jessica released him from her grasp, John was able to relax, the pressure in his balls now gone. She crawled back up to him, kissed him briefly on the lips, and rested her head against his bare chest.

"You taste so fucking good, John." she whispered into his ear. Soon after, Jessica jumped out of the bed and walked out of the room. John was still in a daze, recovering from the blowjob. Steve was silent, looking away. Jessica returned quickly, with a rag in her hand.

"Sorry, John. It's got to be this way." Jessica said, before taking the rag and pushing it over his mouth and nose. John started fighting back, struggling to breathe.

"Hey! Stop! He can't breathe! Stop!" Steve yelled out.

"It's okay, Steve. Just giving him enough to shake him up." Jessica said, struggling to hold the rag against him. After about twenty seconds, John relaxed a little bit and Jessica removed the rag. Steve looked at John, making sure he was okay. His eyes were open halfway, and his head was moving slightly. It looked like he was dizzy, or stoned. Jessica let him rest for a minute, making sure her plan worked. She set down the rag, and went to work, untying his legs.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked.

"Well, with all the orgasms he gave me, I think he earned bathroom privileges." Jessica replied.

"What about me? I need to go too." Steve asked.

"Tough shit. You haven't done anything to earn that right yet." Jessica said. Steve rolled his eyes.

"What was that you gave him?" Steve asked.

"Well, it was something to make sure he doesn't fight me too much while he's untied." Jessica replied, finishing untying his feet. She held out a set of keys that she had been holding in her palm. She uncuffed one wrist, then the other. Steve hoped to see John leap up and fight against his captor, but he didn't. He was clearly zonked out on whatever she gave him. Jessica pulled his arm, and barely knowing where he was, he allowed himself to be pulled up. She put his arm around her shoulders, and she led him towards the bathroom.

A few minutes later, they returned. Steve was disappointed to see his husband still in a daze. He put up no fight when Jessica put him back onto the bed. She swiftly cuffed him to the bed and tied down his legs. Steve's husband had failed to escape her grasp. Jessica turned and left the room.

"John?" Steve called out, but he was unresponsive. Steve sat in silence as he heard Jessica talking. She must be on the phone again. Almost a half hour passed before John started to stir.

"John." Steve called out softly.

"What happened?" John asked in a gruff voice.

"She drugged you or something. She took you to the bathroom." Steve replied. John exhaled.

"I'm sorry, Steve, for all of this." John apologized again.

"It's not your fault, John. Just do what it takes for us to get through this. To get her out of our lives." Steve said. John took in what he said, and just nodded.

"Nice to see you back with us, John!" Jessica said brightly, strutting back into the room, still nude. She hopped back onto the bed and curled up beside him.

"So, sweetie..." she started, whispering in his ear. "Do you have anything else to say?"

John had to just lie there and think. He had to get bathroom privileges for Steve. And they both had to eat. The thirty minutes of alone time would be okay, but not necessary. But John wanted the lock of her hair. He wanted to have something on her so he would be able to take her down. To get her arrested, and bring her to justice. So John thought to himself. He needed to get to six insults. And only one had to be heard by Steve. One was down, so he had five left. So John had to think of five more slurs against his husband. John hated to think this way, but Steve himself said that he should do whatever it takes to get through this. And once this was all done, Steve would understand.

John thought to himself, 'What do I say against my lover?' He wasn't perfect, but he loved him with all of his heart. Were there things he wished were different with him? Sure, but they were petty things, and John knew Jessica would not accept petty insults. He needed mean stuff. Then, John had a flash. Jessica had already insulted Steve once. John thought back to what she said earlier about his husband. The insults she said about Steve. Maybe John could just echo her statements. He turned to face her.

"I wish Steve was more macho." John whispered.

"Do you like macho men?" Jessica whispered with a smile.

"In my past, I generally liked guys that were more manly." John replied civilly.

"Then why would you marry a queen like Steve?" Jessica asked.

"Because I love him. Because my love goes beyond the fact that he happens to be a little campy." John replied. Jessica smiled.


I still think you're hiding a part of yourself. Denying another side to you. I think you like women. I think you're kidding yourself thinking you're gay.

"I bet you love going to the beach, don't you? I bet you love staring at those tanned beach sluts in their tiny bikinis. Maybe you do it without even realizing it. And when they make eyes at you, and see what your husband has to offer, no tits and a skinny bony ass. And I bet they all know how you're feeling. See you checking them out. Glancing their way. I bet they see what you're thinking in your dirty little mind. They know that you are dying to sneak away from the fag. Maybe sneak away after he takes a nap. After he had asked you to wake him up if he falls asleep so he doesn't burn his pale skin. Those sluts know that you are a stud, that you're restraining an heterosexual beast inside that's dying to burst out, dying to sneak down the beach, take a tanned beach slut in each arm, find a nice shady spot, and fuck their brains out. Your queeny husband would be getting roasted in the sun when you're spraying your seed deep inside and breeding some horny sluts you've never met before. Steve the queen would be woken up by some slut screaming in orgasm around his husband's huge dick. That's what you would be thinking, right?" Jessica asked.

John saw what she was doing now. He saw that she was inventing these little scenes to titillate him. To make him think that something like this could have happened. It hadn't, but she wanted him to think it could've. But then, the scene she painted out flashed into his head, and despite his better judgment, it did sound a little sexy. So disturbing to him, in a perverse way it sort of turned him on. John couldn't help but react to the picture she painted. His dick started to harden yet again. She looked at him, awaiting an answer.

"Yes." John said. Jessica laughed and reached down to slowly stroke his dick.

"Very good, John. Two down." Jessica said.

For Steve, listening to these long, whispered conversations was driving him nuts. The idea that they were talking about something they didn't want him to hear was making him crazy.

"Would you two stop fucking whispering!" Steve yelled out. Jessica looked over at him with a smug smile.

"Do you think you could handle listening in on what we're saying, Steve? What do you think, John? Should we stop whispering?" Jessica asked. John thought quickly.

"No. We should keep whispering." he replied, looking at Steve, willing him silently not to push it. Steve looked his husband in the eyes. He got the impression John was trying to protect him, protect him from the horrible things Jessica was no doubt saying about him. Steve fell silent then.

Jessica crawled down the bed until her chest was above his now hard dick. She grabbed a breast in each hand and lowered herself so her breasts were pushed against his torso, on either side of his hard dick. She looked up into John's eyes, and then pushed her breasts together around his hard cock.

"Oh, shit." John yelled out, feeling that perfect softness all over his dick.

Jessica whispered in John's ear. "How long have you fantasized about squeezing a woman's big breasts, John? How long have you denied these natural impulses?"

Jessica looked over towards Steve.

"Steve, I'll make you a deal." Jessica started, moving her chest so John's dick was plunging up and down between her tits. "If you describe how fucking hot the sight of me titty-fucking your gay husband is, I'll give you bathroom privileges."

Steve thought this over. As much as he hated to do it, he knew he had to get bathroom privileges. He knew he would have to bite the bullet and comply with Jessica.

"Watching you two is hot, okay?" Steve said quickly.

"Not good enough Steve." Jessica said in a sing-song voice as she happily bounced her massive breasts around his husband's dick. "Make me feel how hot you think we are. Make me believe it."

Steve rolled his eyes. This woman was evil, but he had to get through this ordeal. He had to work with her to make things easier. He didn't have to mean anything he said.

"Watching Steve in bed with a woman is so hot! You guys, ugghh. You guys look so good together." Steve said, feeding into Jessica's ego.

"There you go." Jessica said, like a proud mother. "I knew you liked watching us. Is that what you're into? Do you like watching your gay husband fuck sexy women like me? Is that what makes you hot? Is that you're sick little fetish? You like seeing your gay husband fuck women hard in their wet pussies better than he ever fucks you?"

Steve gritted his teeth, and said, "Yes, I love it."

"I knew it. I knew you were one of those queens. A fag who likes to watch his lover breed bitches. A queen who knows they're not good enough to hold on to their man, so they let them fuck around. Is that it? Is that what you're into? I bet whenever you drive through the bad part of town, and you see some slutty hooker on a street corner, you want to pay her, take her home, and let your huby plow her for a few hours. Let him get some real sex for once. Is that right?" Jessica said.

"Yes." Steve replied simply.

"You hear that, John?" Jessica said with a laugh. "He wants you to fuck around on him with a woman. Isn't that great news?"

John was in a different world. He had never felt anything like what he was feeling now. The feeling of those soft, massive breasts surrounding his dick. Fulfilling some deep, hidden desire he's had in the back of his mind. The sensation of his dick plowing up through her cleavage till it appeared just under her chin. He had never experienced anything close to this. As much as he hated to think it, he knew Steve would never be capable of giving him this particular pleasure. He didn't have the right equipment, just like Jessica kept saying.

Jessica was pushing her breasts around his dick, making sure that he got the full effect of her huge tits against him.

This was the first time he had had extended contact with her breasts, besides her pressing her breasts against his chest post-sex. This was the first time he had ever tit-fucked a woman. He had never been with a woman in his life. Never mind a woman with such large breasts, such huge tits, such massive jugs. And just seeing them pouring through her hands as her tits pressed snugly around his cock, was setting him on fire!

"Fuck!" John yelled out. Geysers of cum started bursting out of his cock into the air before landing on her breasts. He could not believe how hard he was cumming. It just didn't stop. Cum just kept bursting out of his dick in large streams all over her chest. After what seemed like forever, the flow finally stopped.

"Wow!" Jessica said, the tops of her breasts now covered in cum. He even got some of it in her hair. As she sat up, some of his cum dripped down onto him. She started to play with his cum with her fingertips, rubbing his cum around her nipples. John was exhausted from cumming so hard. He just lied there exhausted as she stood up. Jessica quickly walked out of the room. She returned within a minute, rag in hand. She walked towards Steve.

"No, No. Please don't." Steve begged, knowing what was about to happen. Jessica pressed the rag against his mouth and nose. Steve couldn't help but breathe in the medicine-like scent coming from the rag. Within a minute, he was feeling woozy. He soon had no concept of where he was. He didn't feel the hands untie him, or the hands guiding him out of the room.

John watched Jessica take Steve into the bathroom, and then return a few minutes later. John was disappointed as he watched Jessica efficiently retie his husband to the chair. He was angry to see how well thought out Jessica's plan was. She had every little thing planned out. John realized that Jessica was probably really smart person, as well as an attractive one. A crazy bitch, as well as crazy smart. Jessica stood up and sauntered back towards the bed. John looked over at Steve and saw he was in a daze from what Jessica had dosed him with. John's eyes were drawn to Jessica as she stood before him. A lot of the semen on her breasts was now gone, but some had dripped down the front of her breasts. Her fingers scooped up most of the remaining cum.

"Thanks for breakfast. It was delicious." Jessica said, putting her fingers into her mouth, sucking the cum off of them. "Now, I'm guessing you want breakfast too?" she added, joining him on the bed. John said nothing

"I bet you're pretty hungry." she said, running her fingers through his hair.

"Actually, I am starving." John relented.

"Well, you know what you have to do. So, I'm gonna assume you're aiming for both of you to eat. So the way I figure it, you might as well get them both out of the way, boom, boom. Then, I'll feed you guys something nice. You might as well say them out loud. Steve's completely out of it. The only thing he might remember would be your voice in his subconscious, bashing him. But he won't say anything about that."

John thought it over. He knew he had to get these insults out of the way. He tried to remember what she had said earlier again. He felt like he had gotten the best of Jessica in a way. He didn't really feel like he had said anything that bad. He had just led into things, and Jessica had taken the ball and ran with it. He had provided a topic, and she had filled in the blanks with her own scenarios. John felt like he could do this again.

"He's a little on the skinny side." John said civilly.

"Keep going." Jessica said. John was disappointed that he was forced to go into detail.

"Ugh, well, his body is skinny and not very muscly, I guess." he said.

"And?" she asked cutely. John had to search his mind for an more to say. He had always preferred men with a strong build. A nice muscular upper body, strong thighs, a muscular round butt. But then other thoughts came too, unexpected ones began to leak into his consciousness. Sometimes he liked curvy figures as well. Curvy butts, curvy hips, sexy Legs that were firm with muscle. Strong, but feminine. Legs that would look amazing in a skirt and high heels. Legs that would look amazing covered in oil. Legs that would feel amazing wrapped around him. John was feeling disturbed by these newly realized thoughts.

John was subconsciously fixated on Jessica's thighs. Jessica noticed this but said nothing.

"His legs are kinda skinny, no real muscle definition. I don't think he ever works them out. And the skin's a little dry too. They're not the type of legs you run your hands down." 'Not like yours,' he left unsaid.

"Ew. That's nasty." Jessica said, supporting him.

John had noticed that a few of the girls he had worked with were kinda skanky. He had noticed a few of them when he went to one of the work's parties. And he had noticed those skanky girls looking at him. Was that what they were thinking about? Were they thinking about fucking him? Did they want to convert him, too?

"Yes." John sighed, agreeing. Jessica kissed his cheek.

"Very good, John. You're doing so well. I'll definitely feed you. Now, are you sure you want him to eat? He has done nothing to deserve it, not like you. Although he's already so bony he might just waste away. But who cares? You'll be fed. That's all you really need. Screw him, John." Jessica suggested.

"Fuck you." John spat. Jessica just smirked.

"Fair enough. What do you got for me know? C'mon, let's bash him some more so skinny Steve the queen can get fed." Jessica said, rushing him, annoyed John still cared so much about Steve.

John had to think again of another insult for his lovely husband. He remembered what Jessica had said about his husband's ass. This made him remember what his reward was for these insults. Not the food, but the other thing. Her ass. If he bashed Steve again, his dick would soon be buried in Jessica's nice curvy ass. He had already earned the right to lick her ass again. He had to admit, the thought of her ass did turn him on. And the thought of her tight asshole stretched around his hard dick did sound appealing. The thought of Jessica's ass forced him to compare it to Steve's, and it became clear there was no comparison at all.

"His ass. His ass is pretty disappointing." John said.

"And as a gay man that's quite important, right? In what way is Steve's ass disappointing to you, John?" Jessica asked.

"It's, uh, well, there's not much of one there. It's pretty bony. Not much to grab a hold of, unlike yours" he said, hoping that would please her, and be enough.

"So, you like round asses? Nice, round firm asses? Big, but not too big? Something that you can grab onto? Something you can spank? Something that can handle the rough, deep fucking you want to put it through?" Jessica asked.

"Yes." John replied. He awaited the naughty, ass-related situation she was about to present.

"Would you like the option of having more than one hole to stuff with your big cock? Because let's face it, as good as an ass feels, and mine feels amazing so I've been told, it's nothing compared to the feel of slipping inside a warm wet pussy, is it? Especially my pussy. "

"It's not Steve's fault though," Jessica continued. "Men just don't have nice full round asses like some women do. And men don't have pussies either. Steve never stood a chance next to me. Once you saw my bare ass and pussy, I knew I had your attention."

"I think Steve is clueless about you. He probably hasn't noticed your eyes wander, following around the sluts on the beach, or in the clubs, bouncing their tight curvy asses around all night in those tight, painted on jeans. What would you do if Steve wasn't around, and you lowered your inhibitions a little? Maybe you'd cop a few quick feels of one particular slut's perfect ass, just to see if you could like them. Compare them to Steve's. And I'm sure you'd prefer hers. But then you'd panic and run straight into the bathroom, or out of the club because you'd know you were on the verge of pulling down those tight jeans of hers just to bury your dick in her tight asshole. Am I right?" Jessica asked him.

John thought about what she had just said. Just the thought of some dark, rough anal sex with some sexy bar skank in a dirty bathroom did sound sexually stimulating in a perverse way. It had obviously never happened, but John kinda wondered what would've happened if he was put in that situation. If had just let himself go along with it.

"Yeah." John said, hardening as she told her story. He was just playing along, not enjoying it, of course. He was gay.

"You're getting good John. That's insult number four. You prepared for some booty?" Jessica asked, leaning up. She knee-walked and assumed the position over John, straddling his head, facing his feet. John really took in her ass as it hovered above him. It looked spectacular. It was so perfectly round and firm. It put Steve's ass to shame. John wasn't sure what he would have done if his hands were free. Would he have shoved her down and tried to fight back against her? Or would he have reached up and grabbed two handfuls of those perky ass cheeks? Luckily he didn't have to make that decision.

Jessica reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. There it was. Jessica's asshole was exposed to him again. John couldn't keep his eyes off of it. Why did the sight of her asshole, a woman's asshole no less, look so alluring? Why was his mouth salivating at the sight of it? It didn't taste that good, did it? No better than Steve's had. He found himself forgetting the taste. The only solution in his mind was to give her asshole another quick lick to refresh his memory. His tongue reached out and gave Jessica's puckered starfish a tentative lick.

About a half hour later, Steve started to come down from whatever Jessica had given him. As he came around, he could hear a wet, sucking sound echo through the room. He looked towards the bed and saw John sucking Jessica's ass. He was really getting in there. His head had reached off of the bed, eager to plant itself between her ass cheeks. His cheeks were hollowing. He must be sucking her ass so hard. Harder than he rimmed Steve? Steve looked to John's eyes, hoping to see some fight in them. Some resistance. His eyes were closed. He clearly wanted to focus all of his attention on sucking this bitch's asshole. For the next half hour, Steve just watched as his husband maintained this vigorous rimming. He had made Jessica cum twice already, simply by sucking her asshole. At the end of the hour, she finally lifted herself off of his husband's face. Steve was shocked to see his husband's extended tongue appear from within Jessica's anus as she rose. His tongue had been buried as far as it could in this whore's ass! His husband's tongue! When his tongue had escaped the clutches of Jessica's tight asshole, and as her hole clenched shut, Steve noticed his husband's tongue extend forward and give Jessica's starfish another quick flick.

Did he like it? Did he like licking this bitch's asshole more than his? She had pulled away, but John's tongue went back for more. No of course not. He must be imagining things.

As Jessica turned around, she had bent over with her ass facing Steve. Steve couldn't help but notice her large curvy butt was covered with his husband's spit. There was spit all over her ass crack. John had gone wild back there.

Jessica bent to take John's dick into her mouth again. This wasn't for pleasure. This was for lubrication. It would need some for where it was going next. She gave John a nice wet blowjob for a few minutes before his dick was soaked. She then straddled his dick, facing his feet, giving John a perfect view of her ass. She wanted to make sure he would get a good view of it as it worked. She wanted John to notice how much fuller, curvier and firmer her ass was than Steve's.

She reached behind her and grabbed his rock hard cock. She rubbed it between the folds of her wet cunt a few times, for some natural lubrication. She smiled as John looked at her. Then she started to sit on his dick. John groaned out loud as he felt the tip of his dick press hard against her asshole. Jessica moaned out loud as his dick started to break the tight seal. As her asshole started to stretch around the tip of his dick, John couldn't help but let out a loud groan.

"Holy fuck!" he gasped in shock, not expecting her asshole to feel so good. It already beat Steve's ass in physical appearance, but the warm, tight feel of her insides was like entering another world completely. He knew it was tight from having his tongue buried inside it. But he didn't realize it was going to be quite this tight. His dick head finally popped completely into her asshole, causing him to moan out loud again. He almost came it felt so good, but he held himself off. He knew Jessica could sense this, so she kneeled in place with just the head of John's dick in her asshole, letting him get used to the incredible pleasure he was now feeling. Once the cum simmered in his balls, she started to lower herself. John watched in shock as his long thick cock gradually disappeared inside her ass. Her ass was unbelievably tight. Just that tightness surrounding his dick on all sides was driving him nuts. After a few minutes of work, her ass settled in his lap, John's dick was now buried to the balls in her ass. Then, she started to bounce.

"Oh, fuck!" John called out, his dick numb with pleasure. His eyes were transfixed by her bouncing ass. Her firm cheeks bouncing looked so fucking good, compared to the bony, curveless ones he was used to. Just watching her ass bump and grind and flex. It truly was hypnotizing. John could do nothing but take it. Just laid back and took in the full force of Jessica's ass.

John couldn't help but marvel at her stamina. Her ass was a blur in front of him as it bounced in his lap at an incredible speed. Faster than Steve ever fucked himself against John's cock. She did not stop. She kept going and going, and it kept pushing him closer to the edge. As if she knew exactly what he was feeling, as he turned the corner towards his orgasm, she brought her ass down into his lap and stayed there, his entire dick buried in her ass. John saw her ass cheeks flex as she clenched her ass around his dick, sending him over the edge.


"Oh, Fuck Yes!" Jessica screamed out, her pussy cumming from the violent ass fucking.

"Holy Shit!" John yelled out, her ass providing a pleasure he had never experienced. His hips leaped up off of the bed as cum started spewing out of his dick into her warm, welcoming ass. Her clenching ass just drew the cum out of his balls in just the right way. His dick just kept spewing and spewing. How did she keep doing this to him? How did she keep making him cum in unbelievable amounts? After shooting what felt like a gallon of cum deep into Jessica's ass, he fell back to the bed, completely spent. She lifted her ass up until his softening dick plopped out of her ass onto his torso. John watched her asshole tighten to its previous form, quickly looking good as new.

John was completely drained. His dick was sore and his balls were empty. He had cum three times in the last two hours. He simply had no energy left, especially on an empty stomach. His eyes lidded over and he started to doze. Jessica bounced out of the room.

Steve didn't want to wake John up, but he didn't want to be alone. He was trapped with his own depressing thoughts. He had started to realize that despite all that John had said to reassure him. Despite John's lifelong acceptance, and pride, of his own sexual identity, part of him was enjoying all the heterosexual sex Jessica was giving him. Part of John obviously liked licking this woman's asshole. Part of him liked fucking her up the ass. Part of him liked having this bitch inhale his hard cock. Part of him enjoyed having this bitch ride his hard gay dick with her tight wet pussy. A deep, dark part of him was enjoying this new heterosexual experience. A part of him that Steve had never known.


Steve just sat in silence. He heard some movement from below him. Jessica was busy doing something. Then, he smelled something. Something good. Food! Jessica was cooking something. Steve's stomach started to rumble. He was starving. He looked forward to Jessica's return, simply for food. Steve heard John's stomach growl, and when he looked over, he was awake. They heard some footsteps approaching. They anticipated Jessica's return.

Jessica walked back in with a mug in hand. Both John and Steve were puzzled. Jessica walked over to Steve. She put the mug to his lips. Jessica tipped the mug severely, forcing its contents into his mouth quickly. Steve tried to swallow whatever it was, but Jessica was pouring it in too quickly, and some of the contents were forced out of his mouth onto his lap. He coughed and choked on what he had to drink. As Jessica emptied the mug, Steve choked and spat out, trying to breathe. Steve's eyes teared up as he coughed. He tried to taste what he had just swallowed. It tasted like cold cereal. It was cereal, but there were no chunks.

"I mashed it up so it would be easier to swallow. Hope you enjoyed it. That's all you're gonna get." Jessica explained, before quickly leaving the room. Jessica had mashed up cereal and put it in a mug of milk. That's all Steve was getting for food. He wasn't even able to swallow half of it. Plus, he didn't know what cereal it was, because he didn't recognize the taste.

Jessica quickly reentered the room, carrying a full plate of bacon and eggs, with a glass of orange juice. She went over to the bed, and joined John.

"Do you like bacon and eggs, John?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah, actually. It's my favorite." John said quietly.

"Really?!" she said brightly. "Well, here you go." she said, starting to feed him. For the next twenty minutes, Steve was forced to watch, still hungry, as this bitch slowly and lovingly fed his husband his favorite meal. She sweetly held out the glass of juice for John to sip on. It was driving Steve nuts, watching this seemingly private display of two lovers. Steve especially hated seeing Jessica whisper in John's ear again. She started doing this right after he had finished eating.

"I can still feel all of that cum inside me. You shot so much!" she whispered. "Wanna know a secret?" she asked cutely. John said nothing, but she was clearly waiting for an answer.

"OK. What's the secret?" John relented.

"You shot so much that it was leaking out of me. Out of my ass. So I took some of it and put it in Steve's cereal." Jessica said, sharing this naughty secret. John eyes opened wide, shocked at this act.

"Just think, your gay husband drank your cum from my ass. That's so fucking hot." She said, reinforcing the naughtiness of this act. She leaned down and kissed his cheek again. What she did was so fucked up, so wrong. But why did it kinda turn him on? Why did the idea that this bitch had taken the cum that he had shot into her asshole and put it in his husband's meal, forcing him to drink it, turn him on a little? His husband had been so embarrassed and humiliated by this woman. So defeated, again and again. So conquered. So owned. John didn't know how to feel.

Jessica slipped off the bed, gathered the dirty dishes, and left the room.

"What does she keep whispering? What don't you guys want me to hear?" Steve asked.

"It's nothing." John said, dodging the subject.

"John, tell me!" Steve begged.

"She, uh, she's talking trash. About you. Trust me, you don't want to hear it." John insisted, willing him to drop the subject. Steve wanted to hear more, but he stopped himself.

"I love you, babe." John said with feeling.

"I love you too." Steve replied. Jessica walked into the room, so they both quieted down. She jumped back onto the bed.

"You two talking?" Jessica whispered. John said nothing.

"You know, if you want to have a long, private chat, all you have to do is give me another insult. Just one teeny, tiny insult and you get some private time with the queen. Make it a good one. This is the last one that you don't have to tell huby, so you'd better make it a really vicious one" Jessica grinned.

John had to think to himself. He only had two more insults left to get to his intended goal before waiting her out for the rest of the weekend. The only other insult he could remember that Jessica had said was about Steve's dick. Steve had always been really sensitive about the less than stellar size of his penis, so it would be best to get that out of the way.

"His penis isn't very big." John whispered in her ear.

"How small is it?" Jessica asked, snickering.

"It's about five inches long. And quite slim too. I always liked men with large cocks." John said. "Even though I am usually the top, I miss having a larger cock to play with."

"Really? What else?" Jessica asked, searching for more insults.

"Um, well, he rarely ever has to shave his face, and his chest is naturally hairless. He's never really been able to grow a full beard like most other men have." John added, revealing one more of Steve's shameful secrets.

"Ha! I knew it. He really is such a queen, with the campy clothes and the effeminate voice and the eye shadow. But he still lacks the essentials to be a real woman, right?" Jessica asked, smugly.


"Yes," John agreed, and sighed quietly. These insults were painful to hear himself say about his lover. Even if they were true, these were the kind of thoughts he didn't want to give too much air. He loved Steve regardless of any physical shortcomings.

"You are getting so good at this, John." Jessica whispered, kissing him on the cheek yet again. "Five down, five to go." She hopped off the bed.

"Okay, guys, I'm gonna take a shower. So, feel free to talk. Chat it up. I'll be back in like a half hour. Okay?" Jessica asked. She turned back and bent over to put her mouth next to John's ear.

"Remember. Don't say anything about our arrangement. Believe me, I will know." Jessica warned, before straightening up and leaving the room. She went into the bathroom and left the door open a crack.

There was an awkward silence between the gay couple, now that the slut that had got between them had now left the room. It wasn't until the shower started that words were spoken.

"How was she?" Steve asked so quietly, John had to strain to hear.

"What?" John asked.

"How is she?" Steve reiterated. John paused. "Is she better than me?" Steve added.

"It's, um, it's different." John said, not wanting to say more.

"Did you like it?" Steve asked.

"It's, uh, it's not the worst thing. Listen, Steve, it's different than what we do. But it's only physical. It's hard for my body to not respond to her touches." John argued.

"Is this the type of stuff you like? Do you like straight sex with sluts now?" Steve asked in a heated voice.

"No, Steve, it's not like that. I don't want this. I want you, only you." John replied.

"How does her ass taste? Huh? Does it taste better than mine too? I saw you rimming her, earlier. I saw the blissful look on your fucking face. I saw how you went back for more!" Steve said.

"Is this how this is gonna be, Steve!? We get thirty minutes alone, and you're gonna come after me about stuff I didn't even want to do!" John yelled out. Steve paused.

"Uh, I'm sorry John. It's just... it's really hard to watch you two doing what you've been doing. With anyone let alone a woman. I can't stand that I'm trapped here and can't do anything to help you, John. I hate this bitch for doing this to us. I hate her for doing what she's done to you." Steve said, nearing tears.

"Me too, Steve. Me too. I hate her. I hate her for what she says. I hate what she does to you. To us. I hate it! Steve, I'm just doing what you said. I'm trying to do what it takes to get us through this. Whatever it takes." John replied.

"I know, John. Do you have any plan to get through this?" He asked.

"Just, uh, wait her out. She says she'll leave at the end of tomorrow, and I'm hoping she lives up to her word." John replied. There was a silence.

"And by the way." John started. "She's not better than you. It's different, yes, but not better." he said, reassuring him. Steve smiled. They both suddenly heard a sensual humming from the bathroom. Jessica was humming some song to herself while she showered. John rolled his eyes, and Steve laughed.

They chatted for the next few minutes, just making themselves feel better. Suddenly, the shower stopped, and they both heard motion from the bathroom. They prepped themselves for Jessica's return.

Jessica sashayed out of the bathroom, still nude, her body glowing from the hot shower. She was carrying a bottle of some sort.

"Alright, baby, time for that massage I promised you." Jessica said, standing next to the bed. John realized she was carrying a bottle of massage oil. She opened it, turned the bottle over, and poured a lot of oil onto his chest. As she poured the oil, her freshly washed hair fell onto his face. Her clean hair smelled really good. John couldn't help but smell her hair, taking in that sexy smell. John was surprised at how warm the oil was as it pooled on his chest. Jessica set down the bottle, and kneeled onto the bed. She ran her hands through the oil on his chest, soaking her hands. She reached over to his left hand and seized it in both of hers. Then the massage began.

She started with his fingers, firmly massaging each of them, one at a time. She took her time, firmly rubbing each of his fingers. She moved down to his palm, rubbing it hard with her thumbs, really digging in there. It was almost too hard, but it did kinda feel good. Time seemed to fade away as he let himself enjoy this massage. She started moving down his arm, rubbing firmly, massaging his aching arms, sore from being bound to this bed in such an uncomfortable position.

"Such big muscles. Such a big, strong man." Jessica said quietly, really digging into his muscles. His left arm felt like mush once she was done with it. She moved over him to his right arm. She repeated the process on his right arm, taking her time, really doing a good job. John almost felt a little sleepy.

John had lost track of time as she moved down to his feet. She started on his left foot, firmly rubbing it, digging into it hard. But it felt great. He loved getting his feet rubbed, and this bitch was doing it so freaking well. She rubbed his toes one at a time, then the underside of his foot, his heel. He couldn't help but groan quietly. She moved up his leg, continuing the firm massage. She got close to his now hardening dick. She would get within an inch of John's dick, but she never touched it. John had never found himself wanting a woman to grab his cock before now. This another new for him.

She repeated the process on his right leg, massaging up the leg all the up to the cock, but again not touching it. She knee-walked up towards his head, quickly refreshing her hands with the massage oil. She moved up to his head, and started to rub his face and scalp with her fingers. John was surprised at how good this face and head massage felt. She eventually moved down to his neck, digging into it. John couldn't contain the loud groans that escaped his mouth. The neck massage felt so damn good!

What added to the pleasure was the big, fat, bare breast jiggling above him. His eyes followed her hard nipple as it bounced above him. His mouth salivated at the thought of having that tit in his mouth. Despite his loyalty to Steve, he kinda hoped that Jessica would force him to play with her breasts at some point this weekend. Force him to suck on those juicy nipples. Force those huge breasts around his face, suffocating him in softness. Maybe let him get a quick squeeze with his hands. Might as well get something nice out of this awful situation.

She moved down to his shoulders and firmly massaged them. John was being lulled into a daze as she both worked out the stress in his shoulders and jiggled her firm breasts above him, nearly hypnotizing him.

Jessica's hands moved down to his muscular chest and torso. Her hands rubbed his firm pecs, before moving down towards his abs.

"God, you're in such good shape. I love your body." Jessica commented, her fingers tracing his firm abs.

She started to rub downward, towards his now hard cock. She would get as close as possible without touching it. She seemed to spend what felt like hours tracing just around his cock with her fingers, never touching it. Rubbing every possible area around his dick except the dick itself. The front of his body had been covered in the massage oil, except for one big part. His dick was painfully rock hard and still bone dry.

She just kept rubbing her hands towards his dick, as if trying to force something under his skin towards his hard cock.

"Most people don't know this," Jessica started, "but stress manifests itself as cum in the human body. When you get really stressed out, more cum gets created in the body. When you massage a man really well, it releases all of that stress from the affected area. Then, all you've got to do is force all that delicious stress to one concentrated area. A long, fat, hard area. You take all that stress from all over the body and force it all towards one spot. You fill up that area with all of that tasty stress until it's full, bursting for release. The only way to truly relax is to find a way to release all of that creamy stress. Do you know what I mean, John?" Jessica said, smiling, looking down at him. Jessica of course knew this entire spiel was bullshit, but it sounded good.

"Yes." John replied. He knew what she was saying was bullshit, but it did kinda feel that way. Every time she rubbed his body towards his dick, it felt like more cum was being forced into his balls. It did truly feel like she was forcing all of that stress to one area.

Jessica maintained her rubbing, till John remembered that the cost of a happy ending to this massage was another insult. This would be the final insult he planned to give. He just wanted that lock of hair so he could bring her down. And, unfortunately, he had to say it out loud. He didn't want to be too vicious, so he had to think of something that wouldn't hurt Steve's feelings too much.

"Do you want that happy ending, John? Do you want me to take care of all that stress?" Jessica asked. She looked at him, knowing what he had to do to get that happy ending. John couldn't fight the pressure in his balls.

"I, uh..." he started, hearing his own voice about to loudly vocalize an insult against his husband. "I wish Steve had big a pair of breasts on his chest."

All three of them suddenly froze, confused upon hearing this admission. Even John. Why would he choose that of all things to say?

"What do you mean," "Jessica asked, when she regained her composure."

John didn't know what to say at first. This thought had come completely out of the blue to him. But on some level he also knew it was true. Some part, some deep hidden part inside him had always been fascinated with women's breasts. Especially large beautiful breasts.
A part of him had always felt like there was something not quite right, when he ran his hands over a guy's chest, including Steve's. But he wasn't quite sure what that something was. But now he is starting to realize now what that something might be.

"I uh, I think, that maybe that I do like b-boobs, uh, tits. It's taken until now to realize it fully. Before it was just a feeling of something I was missing in my life. When I think back to all the times I've watched a raunchy music video with a big-breasted chick, or glanced at a pretty woman walking along the street, there was a secret side of me that was enjoying the view. But at the same time, I was also denying it to myself. All my life I've fought hard to gain rights and earn respect for gay people like us. The idea that I wasn't as gay as I thought I was had never made itself clear to me. I think I fought against it.

"But I think that at least some part of me isn't as gay as I imagined I was. I'm still definitely attracted to men, and I love Steve," John said, turning to Steve. "I do love you. So much." John continued, "I think I'm just discovering more things about myself. It's taken a terrible experience like this to bring these feelings to the surface. But babe, I do still love you. Nothing's changed. I promise."


Jessica laughed. "I think it has changed. Everything's changed. Steve's not completely stupid. He saw the look on your face earlier. He heard your grunts and groans, as you buried your cock deep inside my pussy. And then again when you buried your cock deep inside my ass. He saw you react with more pleasure than he's ever seen on your face when you were fucking him." Jessica turned to Steve. "Isn't that right? And do you know why that is, Steve? It's because I have something you can't give John. And I know how to fuck, Steve. I know how to fuck extremely well. You too make love together. Sweet, gentle love, just like an old married couple. John and I have been fucking non-stop for more than a day. And I can handle John, all of him. Every inch of him. But you can't, can you, Steve? He's just too big for your scrawny ass, or cute little mouth to handle."

Jessica looked at John. "Tell me, John, can Steve take all ten of these thick inches inside his ass? You know I can. I had you buried to the hilt. It doesn't matter if it's inside my mouth, inside my pussy, or inside my ass, I can handle you. All of you."

Jessica turned to Steve again. "And since John's a top, what else do you have to offer him? That shriveled little thing you call a dick, between your thighs is useless to a macho top like John."

"Tell me, Steve, did you see John sucking on my fat clit? He sucked on it just like it was a cock head. So you see, I can even offer him the best part of a cock. And with all the extra nerve endings that clits have too. So he has my pussy, my ass, my tits, my mouth, and a little cock shaped clit to nibble on whenever he gets the urge to."

Steve looked away in disgust. Or was it shame? What could he say to her?

"Fuck off, Jessica!" John said, anger plain in his voice.


He was jarred from his thoughts when he felt Jessica's hands near his dick again, teasing his hardness, he grunted in response.

"nngh!" John called out, desperate to cum.

Jessica's hands moved from his torso and finally touched the base of his dick. As both of her hands ascended his dick, the sensation of finally getting his cock touched set him off. In one single, ball-churning stroke, her hands drove him over the edge. As her hands reached just below the head of his cock, cum shot out of him like a fountain.

"Holy Shit!" John yelled out. he gasped as cum spurted into the air before landing on his chest and belly. His dick just kept shooting out streams of cum, all the stress in his body now shooting out of his cock. And he must have been very stressed, because his chest and stomach were now covered with his own juice. After almost twenty seconds of cumming, John settled down, exhausted again. Exhausted, but more relaxed than he had ever been before. He felt like a puddle of jelly after that amazing massage. He glanced over at the clock, noting three hours had passed since the beginning of the massage. Once again, Jessica had taken all the energy out of him, and his eyes lidded over before falling asleep again.

Jessica looked over at Steve and asked him in a quiet tone, "have you ever managed to make John cum like that, Steve? I don't think so."

Jessica double-checked that John was asleep.

"So, here's the thing, Steve. Early on, I was teasing John, preventing him from getting off. So, he had this idea. He would say something bad about you, if I promised to get him off. He knew that it would totally appeal to my fetishes, so I agreed. So, every time you hear your huby diss you, he's doing it for me to get him off. He's insulting you so I'll empty his balls. He cares more about me getting him off than your feelings. Just think about that." Jessica said.

Steve immediately questioned this. That didn't sound like his husband at all. But why had John insulted him? John had told them he wished Steve had had breasts? Was this just some twisted part of John's plan to escape from this evil bitch? Or was Jessica actually telling him the truth? Had John worked out some sort of 'insults for pleasure' deal?
He'd also told them both that he wasn't as gay as he had thought. Was this also a part of John's plan. Steve had never suspected John of having these feelings, or being fascinated with breasts either. But then Steve hadn't been looking for such details. Steve had never questioned John's loyalty to him, nor his sexual identity, because John had married him, and John had always been open and confident about his sexuality.

A buzzing was heard again from another room. Jessica rolled her eyes and ran from the room. Steve rested his head back, exhausted from all the hell he and his husband had been put through. Steve was alerted when he heard yelling. Jessica was yelling at someone. She must be on the phone, he realized. The yelling went on for a few minutes before going silent. Steve heard footsteps approaching. He sensed Jessica's presence, but before he could see her, a needle entered the back of his neck. Everything went black.

Part 3 is coming soon.