Best Friend From High School Breeds My Mouth And Wife

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I have mostly good memories of my high school years. But there were some aspects, involving my best friend, Peter, that have bothered me right up until now, at the age of forty-five.My name is Evan, and I became best friends with Peter in the second grade. We came from very different backgrounds socially, with his father being a prominent attorney in the Atlanta area, and my father working a less gainful job as a warehouse manager. Peter made better grades than me, is more athletic, and he was always able to afford the latest in clothing fashions and other goods.We hit it off as friends, despite the differences in our families’ social and economic stations. I’ll admit that I was jealous of him, but he never rubbed his higher status in my face, and we were friends through it all. The differences became more obvious when we got into high school.Our birthdays are only three weeks apart, and we both got cars from our parents on our sixteenth birthdays. His father got him a brand-new Chevelle Super Sport, and Dad bought me a ten-year-old beater car that was in fairly good shape. But I was thankful that my father scrimped and saved to buy me that car. It was more than most of the other kids had, but it still left me feeling inferior to Peter.I worked construction during the summers and at a filling station in the evenings, to be able to afford car insurance, gas, and maintenance; while Peter had all those expenses paid by his father.We both dated a lot of girls in high school, but with Peter’s good looks, new car, and plenty of money, he was more popular with the girls. We sometimes double-dated, usually with girls in the grade behind us. And as if all his other advantages weren’t enough, I also knew from taking showers together in physical education, that he is much better-hung than me.Peter’s cock is uncircumcised and looked to be about six inches long on soft, and as thick as a toilet paper tube. His balls are the size of plums and low hanging, so his package looks big in the showers, swinging between his legs. I got glimpses of his hard cock a couple of times in our senior year, when we were out fucking our double dates, and it looked to be over eight inches long. My dick, by comparison, is only four and a quarter inches long on hard, and not nearly as thick as Peter’s.We used to go out drinking in our junior and senior years of high school, and we’d sometimes take turns driving so we wouldn’t have a problem with the police. We didn’t hear as much about DUIs and alcohol-related accidents back then. But even when we were both drinking, we had enough sense to be careful.During our junior year, Peter started dating Karen, who was a sophomore and one of the prettiest and most popular girls in school. She is pretty, in a classic way, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and a great body. They would break up periodically, and I had Peter’s blessing to take her out at those times. Those were basically platonic friendship kinds of dates, and I never even kissed her. Still, it gave me a lot of pleasure to be seen out with her.Karen was the homecoming queen in her junior year, and she and Peter were seriously dating then, when they started having sex. Peter and I still dated and fucked a few of the other junior girls from time to time, but he was getting serious with Karen, and never fucked her in front of me. As luck would have it, they weren’t careful enough, and Karen got pregnant near the end of her junior year.Those kinds of high school pregnancies can lead to a lifetime of poverty and unfulfilled dreams, but that wasn’t the case with Peter and Karen. Being wealthy helped a lot, and they were supported by Peter’s father as he began college at the University of Georgia in Athens, and Karen got her GED. After the baby was born, a son named Brent, Karen also began college at UGA.Peter graduated UGA with a degree in business, and then went to law school, while Karen got her teaching degree. So, they came back to Atlanta with good educations and prospects for the future.My path was different. After flunking out at a community college in the Atlanta area, I joined the Navy. I went to a Navy school to become an electronics technician, and after finishing my active duty on a ship at sea, I went to UGA to earn my degree in electrical engineering.I met Tracy, the girl who would become my wife, at UGA, and she was a wild one. She continued dating and fucking other boys, even after we were going steady. She would tease me about not be able to satisfy her with my small dick, and how much she loved fucking big cocks. Tracy became mostly faithful to me after we were engaged, but I knew that she still had a wild streak in her. This might sound fucked up, but I loved that other men were attracted to her, and that she was open with her sexuality.My rus escort career took me away from Georgia, and I spent the bulk of it working for a company that transferred me from Baltimore, to Philadelphia, and then New York, before sending me to Atlanta.Tracy and I had two sons in Baltimore, and then during the years we were living in the Philadelphia area, our relationship took an arousing turn.I had always been able to give Tracy orgasms, by sucking her pussy both before and after we fucked, but after our sons were in elementary school, she started getting cravings for big cocks again. She started seeking out other men to fuck, with my blessing, and before long, we were in a cuckold relationship with two men from our neighborhood.Tracy easily attracts other men, with her pretty face, and fantastic body. She has light-brown hair and eyes and is sexy looking. Her sultry, come-fuck-me look, similar to the actress, Mila Kunis, is hard for men to resist.I enjoyed my role as her submissive cuckold husband. Although I yielded to her insistence on fucking other men, I hadn’t yet agreed to Tracy’s requests for me to suck her pussy clean, or to suck the cocks of her lovers. For some reason, she wanted me to totally surrender myself to her and her lovers.Our cuckold lifestyle continued even after I was transferred to New York, and she was fucking other men an average of six times per month, including my boss, Greg.Tracy met Greg at a company party at his home. Before the night was over, he had snuck off with her to a spare bedroom in the basement, and the first I knew of it was when we got home. I was still drunk from the party, and when I ate her out like I usually do, I didn’t realize at first that she had been fucked, and I sucked her clean. Tracy laughed at me afterwards, goading me about eating his cum. It was a little distressing to me, but his cum tasted a lot like mine. I didn’t knowingly eat her out after she fucked, after that time.That was probably the most demeaning for me of any of her sexual adventures, because I had to face Greg every day at work, with him bragging about fucking my wife, and commenting on what a great fuck Tracy was. After she began fucking Greg in front of me, she tried harder than ever to goad me into sucking his cock.My promotion and the resulting move back to the Atlanta area was a happy time for Tracy and me, since we would be close to family and old friends. We were forty-five years old then, and our kids were in college.The first friends I looked up were Peter and Karen. He’s very successful in his law practice, and quite wealthy. So, despite my own success, he was again doing better than me. Tracy and I went out to dinner with them, and I was amazed at how great Karen looked. She could easily pass for being in her mid-thirties. And despite Karen’s good looks, I could tell that Peter was attracted to Tracy, just as much as she’s attracted to and was flirting with him.It was great having my best friend back, and although we sometimes went out as couples, Peter and I also had fun going out drinking without our wives. There were several bars and nightclubs that we liked to go to. We sometimes got hammered and had to take a taxi or Uber home. We were still getting reacquainted for the first couple of months, and mostly talked about our careers and the old days, having fun reminiscing about all the drinking we did in high school, and all the girls we fucked.In the meantime, Tracy had gotten reacquainted with some of her high school friends, and she started fucking one of the boys that she had fucked in her senior year of high school. He was also married, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying my wife’s pussy.As Peter and I continued going out drinking, and getting reacquainted with one another, we would confide about issues in our personal lives. One night we were both drunk, and with Tracy’s recent infidelity on my mind, I asked, “I’m sure that you and Karen are still enjoying a good sex life, but since you guys got married so young, have you ever had any reason to suspect that she might be cheating on you, to get a taste of some different cock meat?”He laughed and replied, “We’re not as active sexually as before, mainly because Karen sometimes loses interest in fucking, but my cock has always been plenty for her. She has told me that some of the teachers and even the principal from her school have hit on her, but as far as I know, she’s been faithful. And what about you? Tracy is a hot looking woman and was flirty with me. She must have had a lot of propositions from other men.”Under normal circumstances, it would have been unthinkable and embarrassing to admit to anyone that I was being cuckolded. But I was just drunk enough and saw it yenimahalle escort as a way of bragging to let Peter know how much other men are attracted to Tracy.So, I explained, “Tracy was a wild child in college, and she was fucking other guys, even when we were dating. It wasn’t until we were engaged that she stopped that, at least mostly.”Peter put down his drink and said, “Damn, Evan, that’s fucking kinky. As I remember it, you’re not well-hung, so that couldn’t have been the end of it.”I smiled and said, “You’re right about that. After our kids were born, and we moved to Philadelphia, she started fucking two of our neighbors, with my blessing. I sometimes watched her fuck the other men. Then, we moved to New York, and continued that lifestyle. She was even fucking my boss, which got a little weird at times. Since moving back here she’s fucking an old high school sweetheart.”Peter leaned in close and whispered, “Holy fucking shit, Evan, that is some crazy shit. I don’t know much about that cuckold stuff, but from an article I read, I learned that some cuckold husbands clean their wives up with their mouths after they fuck other men. You weren’t doing that shit, were you?”I felt a little embarrassed, but answered, “Tracy has always wanted me to eat her out afterwards. I never did that willingly, but one night after a party where my boss fucked her the first time, I was still drunk when we got home. I didn’t realize until I had sucked her clean and recognized from the taste of her juices that she had just fucked my boss.”Peter made a sour face, showing his disgust that I had eaten my boss’ cum, and said, “Damn, buddy, now that really is some nasty shit. From what I’ve read, a lot of cuckold men also suck the cocks of their wives’ lovers. You haven’t done that, have you?”I smiled and said, “You should know me well enough from high school, to appreciate that I don’t have an attraction to other men. But Tracy is always asking me to both eat her out afterwards and to suck her lovers’ cocks. She can be very convincing, especially when I’ve been drinking. I have thought about it, but never had the nerve to try it.”It was starting to look like he had a motive for his questions, and after Peter thought for a few seconds, and asked, “Well, how did you like it when you accidentally ate your boss’ load that time?”I hadn’t told him about my habit of eating Tracy out, and answered, “To be honest, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I eat her out both before and after we fuck anyway, and my boss’ cum didn’t taste all that different than mine.”Then he got even more personal, saying, “You said that you don’t have an attraction to men. I believe that, certainly from a romantic perspective, because I don’t think you’re gay. But I’m guessing that the men fucking Tracy are well-hung, or she wouldn’t be fucking them. Given the size of your dick, don’t you ever find yourself admiring those bigger cocks? You must be getting some enjoyment watching her being fucked, or you wouldn’t put up with it. Hell, you might even be bisexual.”Although I had noticed Peter’s big cock in the showers in high school, I never focused on the fact that he would have consciously acknowledged that he had seen mine, or that he would even care about it. But that was the second time that night that he had mentioned my small dick. I didn’t know if he was just trying to tease me, or maybe rub it in and make himself look big by comparison.By bringing up a possible reason for my enjoyment at watching Tracy being fucked, Peter was touching on something that I struggled hard for years not to admit to myself. I did enjoy looking at those longer and thicker cocks, and even their big, low-hanging balls. I loved watching them stretch Tracy’s pussy and give her multiple orgasms. I was so envious of them and their meaty cocks, that I reluctantly admit now, that I sometimes seriously considered eating her out and sucking them, when Tracy told me to.I was curious why Peter would be focusing on my potential attraction to those bigger cocks and becoming more suspicious of his motives. At the same time, I had never been able to talk about our cuckold activities with anyone else. It was kind of cathartic and arousing talking to someone other than Tracy about our cuckold lifestyle. So, I decided to keep the conversation going.Peter knew that he was stirring up some emotions when I responded sarcastically, saying, “Thanks a lot, Peter, for pointing out my small dick, especially since I know that you don’t have that problem. But to answer your question, I’ll admit that I do enjoy seeing those other men’s big cocks, and I’m very envious of them.”He thought for a few seconds and said, “You mentioned earlier that you’ve thought about it, but didn’t have the nerve to follow through, when Tracy tells you to clean her pussy and suck her lovers’ cocks. Does that mean that you do have the desire?”I wanted to know why Peter was continuing to press on the subject, so, I asked, “Why do you keep asking me about that, Peter? What are you driving at?”Peter is usually self-assured and assertive, but he must have been apprehensive about what he was going to say next. He leaned in close and nervously whispered, “Well, as I said earlier, I’m not getting as much pussy at home as I used to. So, I was thinking that if you had the desire, that uh, uh, maybe you’d want to try, you know, uh, try sucking my cock and draining my balls.”If we weren’t both so drunk, I probably would’ve taken offense at him asking me to suck his cock. But I was curious, and looked at him, saying, “You must be kidding me, Peter. I can’t believe you’d ask me that. Are you fucking serious?”He looked a little embarrassed, and responded tentatively, “Yeah, I uh, uh, have never had my cock sucked by a man, and since I think you might, uh, have the desire, then what could it hurt?”Then I asked, “Would you want to suck my dick too?”Peter answered, “No, Evan, I’m nowhere near being even bisexual, and I could never suck a cock. But since you’ve been admiring those other men’s cocks, and you’ve already eaten your boss’ cum, then, uh, maybe you should try sucking me. You might like it, and then you can start sucking those other men after they fuck Tracy.”He didn’t realize that he’d be bisexual if I sucked his cock, but I decided not to point that out. All that talk was turning me on, and I was starting to realize that I really did want to try sucking Peter’s cock.I know that I gave him some hope when I asked, “What if I did agree to try it? What then? Would we still be friends, or would you look at me as just a cocksucker? And where would we even do it?”He thought for a few seconds and responded, “I don’t think either one of us knows how we’ll feel afterwards, but we’ve been friends for a long time, and I think it will be okay. We can go to my office if you want, since there’s no one there this time of night, and the cleaning crew will be finished by now. Are you really thinking of doing this for me?”I didn’t want to appear to be too eager, so I answered, “Yeah, no, I don’t know, Peter. That would be a big step, going from admiring other men’s cocks, to sucking my best friend’s meat. Tell me something that will help convince me.He quickly responded, “Well, if you were ever going to try sucking a cock, it might be best to do it with a good friend, instead of some stranger who’s fucking your wife. I would be the only one to know, and if you didn’t like it, or weren’t good at it, then you wouldn’t get into a tense situation with a stranger.”That sounded lame, but I wanted to try it, so I said, “Okay, Peter, we can go to your office, but I can’t promise that I won’t chicken out. Let’s take a cab, since neither of us is fit to drive.”We were both nervous on the cab ride to his office and walking unsteadily as we went into the elevator. We got to his very big and very nice office, with a big leather couch, and I couldn’t help comparing it to my rather small office. We fixed ourselves another drink from the wet bar in his office and sat on the couch.Neither of us knew how to get things started, and we sat on the cushy couch in silence for a few minutes. Then, Peter said, “Here, I’ll take my pants and underwear off, and take a piss, and we can see if this is going to work.”Peter and I are both six feet tall, but he weighs about one hundred and eighty-five pounds, while I am a little overweight at one hundred and ninety-five pounds. I couldn’t help noticing that he is very fit, especially for our ages. He bent over in front of me, when he laid his pants out on the other end of the couch, and I couldn’t help noticing his muscular legs and ass. Then he sat down next to me, after taking a piss in his private bathroom, and I got my first-ever close look at his cock. I had previously only seen him from a distance in the shower at school, and glimpses when he was fucking girls in high school.His cock is uncircumcised, as I remembered, and it was still soft, at a little over six inches long, laying across his thigh. It’s thicker than I remembered, thicker than a toilet paper tube, with prominent veins running over the surface. His crotch is hairy, with a strong musky aroma, and his balls are the size of eggs, and were hanging over the edge of the couch.I was just sitting there, staring at his big cock, when he asked, “Well, Evan, are you going to try it or not?”As I shook my head ‘yes’, he said, “You realize that if you do this, you will need to do it all the way? I don’t want to be left hanging, or have you pull off, so I shoot my jizz on the couch. I want to feel my cum shooting into your mouth, and you swallowing it. Come on. Evan, get down on your knees and take it into your hand. Get the feel of it, and don’t forget to play with my balls either.”

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