As some of you will know, I'm an erotic writer and also love making video stories. Hope you'll enjoy this short one!
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Even before we were married, my wife, then girlfriend, couldn't stay away from her ex-boyfriend's cock. Before we go any further, I suppose I should mention that her ex-boyfriend... is also my best friend.
Yes, it's a situation. Some people have choice words about it. They call me a cuck. A loser. A wimp. In some respects, they're right, but that doesn't stop my little dick from getting hard.
You see, Brad and Lisa weren't a great couple. However, there was one thing that they both could agree on. When it came to their sexual compatibility, they were great.
Me? Not so much. I wasn't aggressive. I had a small dick. Seconds after feeling her mouth or pussy around my knob, I went off.
While Brad and Lisa's breakup was amicable, and the three of us remained friends, it took only one night with my little dick for the problem to become apparent. She wasn't mean about it.
She simply said, "That was... different."
Different. I knew better. Brad was my best friend. Many times he'd related to me what a fox she was in bed. He'd talked about the tight, wet grip of her pussy, or the toe-curling blowjobs she gave. More than once, after a night out, I'd lay on the couch and listen to the sounds of their vigorous fucking. It seemed to last for hours.
She moaned, came, and begged for his "big dick". I experience none of that on our first night together. I quickly realized I never would. Brad had set a standard that I would never be able to live up to.
"Maybe I could go down on you," I suggested.
That was when I learned that my only real sexual talent was licking pussy.
The very next day, Brad and I sat together, and he asked the question I knew was coming.
"So, how was that pussy, bro?"
"Um, great," I said. "Really great."
"You probably went at that pussy all night, didn't you? Man, it's so good, right?"
"Yeah. So good," I agreed.
It had been. At least for me. But every time we went at it, I knew I didn't measure up. Within seconds of getting my dick in her, I came. Then I'd wind up licking her cunt to get her off.
That weekend, we had some drinks and hung out. Brad showed no signs of jealousy, no bitterness about the breakup. We had fun. Sure, it was a bit awkward having his former girlfriend cuddling with me, but there was no bad blood.
As the night wore on, though, Lisa got horny. So did I. So did Brad.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" I whispered.
There was hesitation. I watched her eyes shift toward Brad. She didn't need to say it. She needed to get fucked, not spend a few seconds with my little dick squirting in her before having her pussy licked.
But then she nodded and pulled me toward the stairs.
"Happy trails," Brad said with a salute.
It wasn't 15 minutes before I was coming up from between her legs, my face wet with girl cum. I'd already gotten off. I'd gotten her off. What I didn't know at the time was that I had just been warming her up.
"Look, I know this isn't what you want to hear, but... I need a real dick."
"Yeah," I said. "Sorry. I know I'm not very good."
"Sorry. I know I'm not very good."
"Well, you're good at other things," she said. "Look, I don't want to break up. I like you. Always have. Brad's just... he's a better fuck. He's an asshole, but he's a good fuck. Really good. Like... really fucking good."
I burned with shame, knowing that I was going to have to make a choice. I could break up with her now... or I could ask my best friend, my girlfriend's ex-boyfriend, to fuck her for me.
"I mean... I guess you could... you know."
"Seriously? You want your best friend to..."
"Well... it wouldn't be the first time you did it, right?"
That night, as I had many nights before, I lay on the couch, while my best friend fucked her. Only this time, he was fucking my girlfriend, not his. The moans of pleasure, the dirty names from behind the door, carried a different meaning.
Early in the morning, I awoke to Brad sitting on the end of the couch.
"Bro, that was intense," he said. "I mean, it's not like we didn't fuck before, but it was different. We're good, right?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Nice. Listen, I'm gonna go back up and slip your girl the dick again. She loves a nice hard one in the morning."
And he did. Moments later, they were at it again, fucking (if anything) harder than the night before.
After that, the floodgates were open. We hung out, even with our other friends, but it became an open secret that Brad was still fucking my girlfriend.
After she moved in, things didn't change. If anything, they started fucking and sucking more often. I had a constant hard-on, too. On the rare occasion that I did get to put my dick into my girlfriend, I barely made it into her before I came.
I kept hearing the sound of her voice, telling Brad how much she loved his cock, how good he fucked her, and I just lost it.
I know most people will look at this situation and say, "That's fucked."
Maybe it is. Regardless, I did ask her to marry me. Brad was my best man, and it will come as no surprise that he also came on the honeymoon.
Of course, he spent the entire time fucking my wife while I waited outside.
These days, it's a common sight to come home and find my wife sucking Brad's cock. Some nights, I'm awoken in the dark as Brad lets himself into our bed, pushes her legs apart, and stuffs her with his cock.
It's not the life for everyone, but I suppose life is full of surprises.
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Even before we were married, my wife, then girlfriend, couldn't stay away from her ex-boyfriend's cock. Before we go any further, I suppose I should mention that her ex-boyfriend... is also my best friend.
Yes, it's a situation. Some people have choice words about it. They call me a cuck. A loser. A wimp. In some respects, they're right, but that doesn't stop my little dick from getting hard.
You see, Brad and Lisa weren't a great couple. However, there was one thing that they both could agree on. When it came to their sexual compatibility, they were great.
Me? Not so much. I wasn't aggressive. I had a small dick. Seconds after feeling her mouth or pussy around my knob, I went off.
While Brad and Lisa's breakup was amicable, and the three of us remained friends, it took only one night with my little dick for the problem to become apparent. She wasn't mean about it.
She simply said, "That was... different."
Different. I knew better. Brad was my best friend. Many times he'd related to me what a fox she was in bed. He'd talked about the tight, wet grip of her pussy, or the toe-curling blowjobs she gave. More than once, after a night out, I'd lay on the couch and listen to the sounds of their vigorous fucking. It seemed to last for hours.
She moaned, came, and begged for his "big dick". I experience none of that on our first night together. I quickly realized I never would. Brad had set a standard that I would never be able to live up to.
"Maybe I could go down on you," I suggested.
That was when I learned that my only real sexual talent was licking pussy.
The very next day, Brad and I sat together, and he asked the question I knew was coming.
"So, how was that pussy, bro?"
"Um, great," I said. "Really great."
"You probably went at that pussy all night, didn't you? Man, it's so good, right?"
"Yeah. So good," I agreed.
It had been. At least for me. But every time we went at it, I knew I didn't measure up. Within seconds of getting my dick in her, I came. Then I'd wind up licking her cunt to get her off.
That weekend, we had some drinks and hung out. Brad showed no signs of jealousy, no bitterness about the breakup. We had fun. Sure, it was a bit awkward having his former girlfriend cuddling with me, but there was no bad blood.
As the night wore on, though, Lisa got horny. So did I. So did Brad.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" I whispered.
There was hesitation. I watched her eyes shift toward Brad. She didn't need to say it. She needed to get fucked, not spend a few seconds with my little dick squirting in her before having her pussy licked.
But then she nodded and pulled me toward the stairs.
"Happy trails," Brad said with a salute.
It wasn't 15 minutes before I was coming up from between her legs, my face wet with girl cum. I'd already gotten off. I'd gotten her off. What I didn't know at the time was that I had just been warming her up.
"Look, I know this isn't what you want to hear, but... I need a real dick."
"Yeah," I said. "Sorry. I know I'm not very good."
"Sorry. I know I'm not very good."
"Well, you're good at other things," she said. "Look, I don't want to break up. I like you. Always have. Brad's just... he's a better fuck. He's an asshole, but he's a good fuck. Really good. Like... really fucking good."
I burned with shame, knowing that I was going to have to make a choice. I could break up with her now... or I could ask my best friend, my girlfriend's ex-boyfriend, to fuck her for me.
"I mean... I guess you could... you know."
"Seriously? You want your best friend to..."
"Well... it wouldn't be the first time you did it, right?"
That night, as I had many nights before, I lay on the couch, while my best friend fucked her. Only this time, he was fucking my girlfriend, not his. The moans of pleasure, the dirty names from behind the door, carried a different meaning.
Early in the morning, I awoke to Brad sitting on the end of the couch.
"Bro, that was intense," he said. "I mean, it's not like we didn't fuck before, but it was different. We're good, right?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Nice. Listen, I'm gonna go back up and slip your girl the dick again. She loves a nice hard one in the morning."
And he did. Moments later, they were at it again, fucking (if anything) harder than the night before.
After that, the floodgates were open. We hung out, even with our other friends, but it became an open secret that Brad was still fucking my girlfriend.
After she moved in, things didn't change. If anything, they started fucking and sucking more often. I had a constant hard-on, too. On the rare occasion that I did get to put my dick into my girlfriend, I barely made it into her before I came.
I kept hearing the sound of her voice, telling Brad how much she loved his cock, how good he fucked her, and I just lost it.
I know most people will look at this situation and say, "That's fucked."
Maybe it is. Regardless, I did ask her to marry me. Brad was my best man, and it will come as no surprise that he also came on the honeymoon.
Of course, he spent the entire time fucking my wife while I waited outside.
These days, it's a common sight to come home and find my wife sucking Brad's cock. Some nights, I'm awoken in the dark as Brad lets himself into our bed, pushes her legs apart, and stuffs her with his cock.
It's not the life for everyone, but I suppose life is full of surprises.
