Excerpted from “Slut Wife, Happy Life”
We were standing in a crowded bar that we probably never should have stepped into in the first place. Myself, my wife, and my friend Jimmy, had gone out for drinks in San Francisco when we stumbled into a strangely working class Irish bar in North Beach. The three of us must have looked like real nerds, pale and white with our thick rimmed glasses and carefully parted hair. Of course ours was a common look for tech workers throughout the city. But this place was full of big jock types in 49ers gear with their “basic” women in tiny dresses, teetering around on heels and shouting in voices raspy from alcohol and cigarettes. It was like a throwback to another time. I couldn’t figure out how people like this could even to afford to live in the Bay Area anymore.
“Nice crowd,” grumbled Jimmy as he was shoved aside by huge indifferent guy trying to get a drink at the bar where we were standing. The interloper had his baseball cap on backwards and was wearing his sunglasses on the back of his neck.
“Yeah, maybe we should go,” I muttered, looking around nervously. I didn’t have a good feeling about this place.
“Oh shit, come on you guys,” coaxed my wife, Cindy. “I think this is fun. We never meet people like this.” She stared in fascination at two young women in micro skirts shouting right into each other’s faces like braying donkeys. They were so drunk they were swaying back and forth and a couple of beefy guys in sports gear were rubbing their mouths and eyeing them like prey.
“The mating habits of the lower classes,” said Jimmy. He had finally managed to get the tough looking woman behind the bar to serve us and he handed out our cocktails. Cindy tittered at his joke and I granted him a wry smile to acknowledge his humor.
“What are we talkin’ about, mating habits?” asked the backward baseball cap guy who had just shoved Jimmy aside. He elbowed his way between my wife and I and looked down brazenly at her chest. She was wearing one of those white milk maid style tops with a drawstring bodice and it made her boobs look huge. Well her boobs are pretty big, but this made them look bigger. She was doing a sort of hippie peasant style lately and I normally found it flattering but at this moment, I wished she had dressed more modestly.
“Um, we are having a private conversation here,” I said.
The big douchebag looked down at me with disdain. “Take it easy there, little man. Don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m just talking.” Then he looked back at my wife’s tits. “I like this top,” he told her. “It’s nice.”
Cindy blushed madly under the big jerk’s intense scrutiny. She coughed and then giggled nervously. “Uh, thanks? I guess?”
“So it kinda unties here, huh?” he asked, toying with the string tied in a bow at the center of her bodice.
“No the top here is just stretchy elastic, the string is just for show,” my wife said. She was just chatting away while this brute examined her milky white cleavage with interest.
“Oh, like this?” he asked. He tugged on the decorative bow and pulled my wife’s top open so he could look down the front.
“Hey!” gasped my wife. She slapped his hand away, and started snorting with laughter. She pushed her glasses back up and glanced up at him with a little smile that one might use with a rambunctious child while he guffawed like a big oaf.
“You can’t just, just mess around with my wife’s top like that!” I stammered. I stepped around the bigger man and wedged myself between him and Cindy. “She’s my wife!” I added and then realized that I was being redundant since I had just said that.
“Get the fuck out of my face,” he cursed. Then the ruffian literally shoved me aside so hard that I fell down against the bar. I felt tossed back like a ragdoll. Other people were pushed aside by the force of his shove and they squawked in indignation as drinks were spilled all around.
“Sydney!” shouted my wife in concern and she and Jimmy rushed to my side.
“Are you OK, buddy?” asked Jimmy as he and my wife bent down to help me.
“She got a good ass too,” commented my assailant. He was watching my wife’s rear in her snug skirt as she was bent over.
“Nobody asked you!” hissed my wife angrily over her shoulder. “Look, you hurt my husband, you brute!”
“Ah he’s fine, I could have knocked him out if I wanted. I went easy on him.” The big man shook his head and looked down at me with a suppressed grin.
“Ok, ok, what’s going on over here?” asked the bouncer. He pushed his way through the crowd. Then he recognized my attacker. “Oh hey Tommy.” My blood ran cold as I watched them exchange fist bumps. “You causing trouble?”
“Nah, dude’s clumsy, he just fell. He’s not too coordinated I guess, look at him,” said Tommy. He pursed his lips at me.
“That’s, that’s not true,” squeaked my wife in shock. She and Jimmy were hauling me clumsily back to my feet. “He pushed my husband down!” She pointed at Tommy in accusation but the bouncer was just looking at her boobs.
“She got a nice rack,” he told Tommy, ignoring my wife.
Tommy broke out laughing and started punching the bouncer’s shoulder. “That’s what I’M talkin’ ‘bout.”
“What did you say?!” cried my wife incredulously. “I’m telling you this guy assaulted my husband.”
“Yeah, I saw it,” seconded Jimmy. He wagged a finger at Tommy.
The bouncer gave us three a gravely stare and said nothing for a moment. A crowd had formed around us. “Tommy said he fell. He’s in here all the time, so… when it comes down to ‘he said, she said’ I gotta go with my gut.”
I could feel his animosity.
“Who’s in charge around here?” demanded Jimmy. He was really indignant about this.
“I’m the manager,” shouted the tough looking woman from behind the bar. She had a low cut crop top that showed off her fake tits. “I saw the whole thing and it looked like the dork fell over.”
“That’s just not…” exclaimed my wife.
“This isn’t a tech bar sweetie,” the woman told her with malice.
And that was all. Tommy and bouncer went off to talk in the corner and crowd returned to their drinking. The show was over.
“We better get out of here,” I said.
“Are you ok?” asked Jimmy.
I patted myself down and my neck felt a little stiff from the fall but overall, I wasn’t really hurt. “Yeah, I’m fine. But this place is scary.”
“We are staying,” said Cindy. Her lips were tight with anger. I had an ominous feeling when I saw her expression. My wife was a sweet woman, very smart and kind, but she could really be stubborn. “I’m not going to let them have the last laugh and run out of here with our tails between our legs. I’m getting us more drinks.” She slipped between two big meatheads and called out the the tough manager with the boobjob.
The manager was surprised as my wife ordered, but handed over the drinks with a look of grudging respect.
“I don’t like this, Cindy,” complained Jimmy as she handed him a fresh cocktail. “We won’t get fair treatment in a place like this.”
“Let’s just go out on the back patio and see if it’s more quiet out there,” said Cindy and we followed her out. We stepped into a small courtyard with potted trees and blazing heaters. Only a couple of people were out here, smoking illegally. But we mostly had the area to ourselves. It was a surprisingly pretty scene with the all the greenery around.
“Wow, it’s actually pretty nice out here,” I admitted.
“But that guy Tommy is still here and he knows the bouncer,” whined Jimmy. He was clearly afraid and was glancing around apprehensively.
Cindy looked at Jimmy with pity. I felt a little embarrassed by my pal’s spinelessness, so I tried to show some backbone myself. “No, look, it’s comfortable out here, nice and warm. Not too many douchebags mashing into you. Cindy is right. We should stay for a bit and not let them intimidate us.”
My wife smiled at me brightly and rubbed my arm in affection. “That’s the spirit, honey. Just one drink. To show them we aren’t afraid of them.”
“Some kind of territorial pissing?” mumbled Jimmy into his drink.
“Come on Jimmy,” coaxed my wife, trying to tickle him and lighten his mood.
He cracked a smile and pushed her away. “Social signalling it is, then.” He sighed in resignation and we all stood enjoying the fresh night air. The breeze was carrying the cigarette smoke away and we could barely smell it.
I admit that I was very uptight at first and shared Jimmy’s fears, but I wanted to put on a good face for my wife to show her I was brave. After a while, the patio’s pleasant atmosphere and the effect of the alcohol lightened my mood.
“Wow, that guy Tommy was really going after my boobs,” commented Cindy. We were into our third round at that point somehow. She gripped her large bosoms in her hand and squeezed them while Jimmy looked on with interest.
“And the bouncer liked them too,” agreed Jimmy. “They are big.”
Cindy seemed to be enjoying Jimmy’s attention and she played with her titties for him a little more, bouncing them in the palms of her hands. I felt myself getting an erection and wondered if my wife was interested in a threesome with my pal and I. That would be pretty hot. “What’s the big deal? They are only mammary glands.”
“Signals of reproductive fitness,” I said with a slur. I was pretty sauced up at that point.
“Oh fuck!” said Jimmy and his face went white. “I was afraid of this.” We turned to look and saw Tommy and bouncer come out onto the patio.
“Holy shit!” shouted Tommy. “You guys are still here? I thought you left and took the nerdy slut with you.” He and the bouncer walked over quickly. They were swinging their limbs around loosely and looked drunk and ready for a conflict.
“I’m not a slut,” objected my wife. She straightened her shoulders and stood taller to confront him, but the effect was that her breasts jutted forward more.
“Oh, yeah I like when you stand like that, it’s makes them stick out more,” said Tommy. He never took his eyes off my wife’s chest while the bouncer cracked up laughing.
Cindy deflated for a moment, but then resumed her posture and even waggled her shoulders a bit, shaking her boobs defiantly. “Yeah, well, you will never get your hands on these,” she told him.
“Sure I will,” he told he smoothly. “Who’s gonna stop me?” So confident.
“I think we should go, you guys,” whimpered Jimmy. He was so afraid, that I felt ashamed of him in that moment.
“You are a big dick, you know that?” my wife blurted hotly. Her eyes were flashing now, and her dander was up.
“I have a big dick, if that’s what you mean,” he rejoined. Then he grabbed his crotch lewdly and my wife rolled her eyes with disgust.
“Why don’t you two just move along?” I said. I was so drunk that I swaggered right up to the two huge muscle men without a care in the world. I guess I was showing off for my wife.
My bravado didn’t last long. Tommy’s hand shot out with a blur and felt myself jerked practically off of my feet as he grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me toward him.
“I could like literally smash your goddamn face in, dorkwad,” he told me. He said it in almost a friendly way and I could feel my pits growing damp with apprehension.
“Hey, hey, wait, look, don’t do that,” chattered my wife with concern. “You want to see my boobs? No big deal. Just put my husband down.” She grabbed the elastic band at the top of her bodice and pulled it down slightly to reveal more cleavage.
“Ooh, I like where this is going,” said the bouncer rubbing his palms together. He had tattoos all over the backs of his hands.
“Me too,” grunted Tommy as he tossed me aside.
I stumbled but managed not to fall this time since there was more room out here and I was able to regain my footing.
“I don’t know why men get so excited. They are just mammary glands,” repeated my wife. She gave Tommy a playful look as she pulled down her top briefly and flashed him a view of her bra.
“No, no, wait, here, let’s do this,” he strode forward and stood close to my wife. She had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye with her big doe eyes. “You let me feel up your tits and I promise not to crush your husband.”
“You know we could just call the cops you guys,” said Jimmy. He had his phone out and everything, ready to dial 911. I felt scared and intimidated, but even I thought that was overboard.
“Or we could just leave,” I offered weakly.
Cindy looked up at Tommy submissively as she answered me. “No, dear, there might not be time. We might not be able to get away. I better do what he says. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Yeah, but um,” I objected. It was too late. I felt my mouth go dry as I watched my wife pull the top of her bodice down and tuck it under her large boobs, exposing her lacy bra. She licked her lips as she looked up at Tommy expectantly and I felt a sharp pang of jealousy and frustration mixed with fear and somehow a bit of arousal.
“This is super hot,” commented the bouncer.
“This is sick, it’s assault,” complained Jimmy.
“Technically, it’s not assault against me, he’s just threatening Sydney,” said my wife. She was still making doe eyes at the big jock.
“Unhook your bra,” commanded Tommy. The big man was hovering over my little wife menacingly. She unhooked her bra and her big white boobs came spilling out, pick nipples going cock eyed in either direction.
“Cindy!” I gasped. “Seriously?”
“I don’t want you to get hurt, baby,” she purred. Then she cooed as Tommy grabbed her tender knockers in his big rough hands. Her cheeks were flushed bright red and her eyes with shining with excitement.
“Aww yeah, these are good titties,” giggled Tommy as he toyed with my wife’s boobs. He looked over at me brazenly as he fondled my wife’s bare chest. “How do you like this, little man?” he asked me. “You like how your wife lets me feel her up?”
“No sir, I don’t like it,” I said in the voice of that horse from Ren and Stimpy and it made my wife titter. But I could feel my dick getting hard as I watched the big alpha male take liberties with my nerdy little woman.
“Nice and soft,” he told me as he cradled them in his hands. “Look, I’m pinching her nipples now.”
“Oh,” exclaimed my wife. She was breathing faster now as the big man worked her knockers.
“Look at her, she is into it,” he chuckled. “It’s making her hot.”
“No it’s not,” objected Cindy weakly. But she didn’t sound sincere at all. It was making me hot just watching.
“This is like a damn nature documentary,” commented Jimmy. “The dominant bull has faced down the smaller males of the pack and now asserts it’s sexual prerogative with the fertile female.” He intoned this in a deep narrator voice and I had to laugh along with Cindy and the bouncer. I couldn’t help it. It was so true. It was also giving me such a boner.
“That’s right, bitch,” Tommy told me. “Your wife’s ass is mine now. Lookit, I’m fucking juggling her melons and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Don’t be rude, Tommy,” panted my wife. She laid her hands gently on his as he persisted in rubbing her bare breasts.
He just ignored her. “Lift your skirt up, let me see that ass,” he told her impatiently.
Cindy looked around bashfully. “People are looking,” she whined. It was true, two mouthbreathers and their trashy ladies were glancing over from the other side of the patio.
“Don’t worry about them, I’ll block you,” said the bouncer and he moved over slightly to block their view with his immense bulk.
“Do you want me to punch your husband or not?” asked Tommy. But he didn’t sound threatening any more, he was too aroused. He sounded urgent and horny.
“I don’t even believe you will punch Sydney,” Cindy told him.
“Yeah, well, I might,” he said distractedly. “Now lemme see that ass.”
Cindy laughed. “You really are assertive,” she said. She was impressed by this brash retard. It sort of annoyed me and I could feel my stomach roiling with jealousy as she turned, bent over, and lifted her skirt for him.
“Nice! Lookit that ass, K-Dog,” said Tommy excitedly as he slapped my wife’s rear.
“Looking good,” agreed the bouncer known as K-Dog.
“Now pull your panties down!” Tommy demanded of my wife.
“Tommy, please, that’s going too far!” she cried.
“Do it!” he bellowed in a deep voice and my wife squeaked in submission and slid her underwear off, exposing her bare ass to us.
Tommy bent down to put his face close to my wife’s butt as he looked back at me triumphantly and started squeezing her cheeks. “Lookit this!” he told me. “You like how I rub your wife’s ass little man?”
“It’s uh, pretty rude I guess,” I admitted. I had to adjust my pants as my penis grew stiffer and stiffer at the sight of this jerk molesting my wife.
“I’m sorry about this, honey, are you ok?” asked Cindy sweetly as Tommy ran his hands gratuitously over her white ass and lovely pale thighs. “Is this freaking you out?”
“Pretty much,” I admitted.
“Look watch this,” Tommy urged me and he put his hands between my wife’s legs and fingered her labia which was poking out puffily now.
“Oh god you are fresh,” panted my wife. She was clearly aroused now.
“I’m funky fresh medina, baby,” he crowed.
“That’s just, such a stupid reference,” said Jimmy critically. But he was gazing in fascination as Tommy impudently poked his finger into my wife’s twat. It emerged slick with her juice. She sure was wet.
“Turn around and show us that pussy,” Tommy told my wife.
“Oh my god,” sighed my wife. She glanced around nervously as she turned and stood upright before us. Her big beautiful tits were still hanging out for all to see as she lifted the front of her skirt and showed us her crotch.
“Yeah,” exclaimed Tommy with a guttural growl. “Lookit this pussy,” he told me as he grabbed my wife’s cooch roughly. “I’m gonna FUCK this pussy,” he bragged to me.
“No, no you’re not,” whimpered my wife. Her eyes were glazed over with passion as the big man forcefully squeezed her vagina.
“Your husband can’t stop me, he’s a wimp,” laughed Tommy. “Isn’t that right, little man?”
“I uh, don’t know if I could stop you actually,” I admitted. But at that point I didn’t want to. This was too exciting, to see my wife getting used in public by a douchebag. It was exhilarating really and it made me horny as hell.
“It’s best if we just do what he says,” said my wife.
“That’s right, feel this, this is what I’m gonna fuck you with,” said Tommy proudly and he took my wife’s hand and put it on the massive bulge in his jeans.
“Oh wow,” said my wife in surprise. “You are really hard.”
“That’s right, you hear, that, little man?” he looked at me imperiously as my wife fondled his junk through his pants.
“Oh God, Cindy,” I said, gripping my own boner.
“I know, this is terrible,” she said in a consoling tone as she knelt in the grass before the bully. “But look at this.” She unzipped his pants and I felt my chest constrict as the huge erection practically erupted from his pants. My wife nuzzled his stiff dong with her face, resting is along her cheek as she looked back at me sweetly. “He’s really big, honey,” she told me excitedly. “Big and hard. Wow. And he’s not circumcised. That’s so weird.” I watched breathlessly as my nerdy wife gripped the bully’s cock and gently pulled back his foreskin, revealing his red sticky glans. “It’s like a dog penis or something,” she said gazing at it in fascination. Jimmy and the bouncer laughed, but Tommy just groaned with pleasure as my wife starting licking the glistening head of his penis. “Ooh it tastes funky,” she said, wrinkling her nose at me.
“Um, ok,” I said weakly.
“Honey, remember to breath,” she told me with concern. “I’m going to suck it now, ok?”
I realized that I had been holding my breath and I expelled suddenly as I watched my wife on her knees, sucking my rival’s cock. We stood there, the bouncer, Jimmy, and I while my wife’s head bobbed up and down as she administered to Tommy’s cock right there on the patio of this proletariat bar.
“Man she sucks a mean cock,” said the bouncer in admiration. Cindy looked him in the eye as she ran her tongue up and down Tommy’s stiff shaft. That struck me as being an extremely slutty thing to do. Not just suck off a bully in front of me,but in front of other guys too and even look them in the eye while she did it. My cock was painfully hard.
My wife paused sucking Tommy’s dick for a moment and knelt there jerking it and staring at it with adoration. “I just love this cock,” she blurted to Tommy’s delight. Then she gave me a guilty glance. “Oh jeez, honey, I’m being bad, I know. How are you feeling about this?”
“I mean, I don’t know,” I admitted, kneading the lump in my pants desperately. “It’s a little shitty of you to give blowjobs to guys who threaten to beat me up I guess.”
“But did you see the size of his balls?” she giggled. She cradled Tommy’s huge hairy testes in her palms of her hand. “They are ginormous!” she gushed. I felt a little inadequate when wife raved about another man’s testicles.
“No surprise, it takes a big pair of stones to fuck another mans wife right in front of him,” put in the bouncer.
Just then the tough manager woman with the boobjob came out on the patio and joined our group. “What the holy fuck is going on here? Is that the nerdy bitch from before? What’s she doing with Tommy’s nuts in her hands.”
“I’m going to suck them,” Cindy told her happily. “They are really big and hairy!” Then my wife started sucking the big jerk’s scrotum while the manager laughed in amazement. Cindy was really enthusiastic about it, making loud slurping sounds as licked and sucked.
I groaned in despair and arousal as I wrestled with the boner in my pants.
“That’s right, bitch, suck those balls,” gloated Tommy. He grabbed my wife’s hairs and roughly jammed her face between his legs while she practically gagged on his nutsack.
“And this pussy of a husband is just going to stand there watching?” the titjob manager spat with disgust, jerking a thumb in my direction. “That’s San Francisco for you. Freaks everywhere.”
“He knows I’ll just smash him if he tries to interfere,” said Tommy. “How does it feel to watch your wife gobbling the nads of a real man?”
“I mean it feels like, kind of weird,” I said. I didn’t want to admit how arousing this was in spite of the humiliation.
“Honey, don’t take this the wrong way,” gasped my wife, coming up for air. “I mean, he’s obviously more macho than you are and I didn’t realize how stimulating that would be for me, sexually. But of course I still only love you. I couldn’t love a beast like him. But I did sort of get wet when he started pushing you around.”
“Jeez, how can you say that?,” I complained. Wow, my wife really had a soft spot for tough guys I guess.
“Bitch, get up and bend over, it’s time for me to fuck you silly,” demanded my wife’s new lover.
“Hold that thought, dear,” my wife told me sweetly as she eagerly jumped to her feet and presented her ass to the bully so he could do her from behind.
“What a little fucking slut,” laughed the tough manager in admiration.
“Yeah, she’s a good little whore,” agreed Tommy. He grabbed my wife by the hips as she lifted the back of her skirt for him and then thrust himself into my wife from behind, making her cry out in surprise.
“Oh my god you are big,” she moaned.
“You are fucking tight,” he cursed through gritted teeth. “I’m going to blow my wad right inside your fucking whore wife,” he told me with relish as he bent my woman over and started pumping his cock in and out of her. I just watched her big naked boobs swinging back and forth as the bully dogged her. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was hanging open in ecstasy.
“And so the alpha male mounts the fertile female while the betas look on jealously from the sidelines,” intoned Jimmy in his documentary narrator voice.
“He’s really fucking me hard,” my wife whined to me. “He’s really manly.”
“Uh, ok. Thanks for sharing?” I said awkwardly. I desperately wanted to just unzip and start jerking off while I watched my wife getting mounted by this dominant bull, but I was too ashamed to do it.
“How you like it when I bang the shit out of your wife, bro?” barked Tommy at me aggressively as he stabbed his cock more and more forcefully into my wife.
“I’m a sort of upset obviously,” I said. Though I was mostly upset that I didn’t have the guts to just masturbate while I watched.
“It doesn’t really mean anything,” whimpered my wife.
“Letting this guy fuck you you mean?” I asked.
“Wait, sorry, I’m cumming,” groaned Cindy and she put her head down and shuttered.
“Yeah, you fucking bitch, yeah,” shouted Tommy and he paused for a moment, grinding himself deep into my wife’s womb. “Fuck yeah, there it goes. I’m emptying my load up in your wife, little man,” he crowed triumphantly. I just ground my teeth in frustration, but said nothing. I guessed I would be jerking off imagining this moment for weeks if not months to come.
Tommy pulled out of my wife and slapped her on the ass. “Give me your number,” he said and my wife quickly blurted it out as he tapped it into his phone.
“Honey, jesus!” I complained.
“Look at it this way,” Cindy told me as she rehooked her bra and pulled her bodice back up. “I took a pounding so you didn’t have to.”
It wasn’t really that funny, but Jimmy and I laughed along anyway. The bouncer even bought us another round of drinks to show there were no hard feelings.
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