My Wife and My Virgin Friends Pt. 03c

There was nothing I could do except watch tonight unfold. Or, maybe more accurately, nothing I wanted to do.

I trusted her to take the reins. To know how far she should push things. It was that lack of control that kept my heart racing, even while my phone was silent.

What was she doing right now while I was sitting at home? Hand on my cock just waiting to see what she would send next.

Was Dorian sniffing her used panties? I knew for a fact that pervert wouldn't resist the chance to. They must have been completely soaked in her juices, the scent of her wet pussy intoxicating to a virgin like him.

How far would she let him take things anyway? Would she let him sniff them? Maybe even let him lick them? Ostensibly, Dorian was Claire’s master, but I knew who really held all the power here. None of those guys had the backbone to actually order her around. They'd all be too terrified of scaring her off and ruining all the fun.

The phone stayed silent for a while longer. My cock never getting any less hard the whole time. Throbbing involuntarily when the notification of her next message finally dropped.

“Sorry bby. Master has me working hard!” Her first text read. Followed by another picture.

This one was tamer than the others. A close up selfie of Claire's face, tongue out and eyes rolled back. A perfect Ahegao face to go with her slutty maid outfit, only… on her tongue… was…

Was that cum?

The creamy white glob was smeared up the length of her tongue. It definitely looked like it could be cum… but… But would she actually take things that far?

“Can you guess what your cute maid wife has been cleaning up (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)?” The text twisted the heavy knot inside me even further.

She had to just be teasing me. There was no way she'd actually put her tongue on Dorian’s filth covered cock. They must have just put a drop of cream or something on her tongue and spread it around…

That's what I told myself, but a part of me couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of it being real. It gnawed away at my mind, driving me crazy. And yet I couldn't wait to see what she sent next.

“The floor?” I texted innocently. Almost daring her to push further. To tease me more.

“Try again (・ωｰ)～”

Claire was staring right into the camera for the next picture. Staring right at me. It almost looked innocent, if it wasn't for the hard cock hanging right next to her face.

At least, that's what it looked like. The erection was covered up with a rag, but the shape of it was obvious. The picture didn't show who it was attached to though, or if it was at all.

With just a still image to go off of, I had no idea if that was a real cock, barely covered and inches away from my wife's face. Or if it was just a toy. A dildo they put a rag over to make me think it was real.

I wasn't falling for it. For one, it was massive. It was maybe half as long as I was, and thicker than any man could be. Claire wouldn't have been able to even put her hand around the thing it was so huge. There was just no way any of my loser friends were packing a meat log that ridiculously large. I just couldn't believe it.

But the possibility of it being real was still there. I couldn't bring myself to think it was true, but a small amount of doubt remained. It filled me with an anxiety I couldn't get rid of. Even if I asked her, begged her to tell me what she was doing, I knew she'd stay coy. She'd tease me constantly until I couldn't take it anymore.

“Their clothes??”

“Ohh so close bby ;)”

The next pictures showed the rag covering both Claire’s face and the dildo. Somebody must have been draping it down in front of them, a light shining from behind so that their silhouettes were visible to the camera.

The oversized toy was longer than Claire's face, and only inches away. It's dark shape right next to her, right by her lips.

“Last chance… Do you want a hint?”

Before I could think of a response, she sent a video and I instantly opened it. Claire's silhouette covering the fack cocks. Starting at the base, she slowly moved upwards, the shadow of her lips looked wrapped around the shaft of the toy, but… but that could have been a trick.

Claire wasn't a big fan of giving blowjobs, and she struggled to take mine halfway when she did try. A huge cock like that, fake or real, would be too much of a challenge for her to really take. More likely she was just in front of it, mimicking the act of sucking her ‘master’ off. Why else hide it with the rag?

I played the video again, this time with my sound on. Listening closely for any clues, any obvious signs she was faking this. The wet, slurping sounds of Claire sucking on something filled the room, with deep moans that had to be coming from Dorian audible as well. She… she could have been faking the sounds? Although they were pretty convincing…

My heartbeat was racing, and without even realising it I had begun to stroke my cock. Fuck, this felt so wrong. Dorian, Tom, Jimmy, I loved all three of them, but they were unequivocally losers. They didn’t put any effort into their looks, their jobs, their attitude towards women, Claire especially. I had worked hard, did the right thing and improved myself. I went to the gym, studied hard to get a good job, and always treated Claire with a loving respect.

And yet she was over there, and I was here. Alone.

All alone, and harder than I had ever been in my life.

A few minutes had passed without any update from Claire. Feeling my nerves about to break, I texted her.

“Babe? How's it going?”

The message remained unread for a few, long moments. Leaving me with nothing but my imagination to fill in the blanks. If Claire had decided to give them blowjobs, if that video was real, then she would have to suck all of their cocks. The guys were way too competitive to let her get away with just enduring one filthy sloppy cockwashing.

“Uh oh! Looks like Master might be claiming those panties you love…”

The text was like a punch straight into the gut, but my body was shaking as I waited for the picture. Still stroking my cock as I watched it load in. A picture of Claire’s face, with the panties, those special blue and white striped panties that meant so much to me, wrapped around her head like a mask. Covered in the thickest, stickiest globs of cum. Soaking into the fabric, drenching the once sacred undergarments.

It had to be the combined total cum of all three of them. It couldn’t have just been Dorian like she was suggesting. Although… if his cock was actually as big as that silhouette was… No. It just wasn’t possible. Nobody was that big, especially not Dorian of all people.

So, It wasn’t just one huge load that was covering my wife’s face. It was three. Three loads she likely sucked out of them, only to have them finish all over her while defiling her clothes…

Precum leaked out of the head of my cock like a leaky faucet. Providing me with the lube I needed to stroke my throbbing cock endlessly. I was so close to cuming, but I couldn’t let myself. Instead edging constantly to the videos and images of my wife being used by my loser virgin friends.

I was so fucked up.

But Claire was enjoying twisting this knife just as much as I was enjoying taking it. She was smiling in the picture, wide eyes lovingly staring up at the camera while a glob of cum rested on her eyelashes. She was staring right at me, telling me wordlessly that this was all for me. That she was still mine, that this was all just a bit of twisted fun.

At least, that’s what I read in her eyes. She could have been looking past the camera, at the man holding or. Or maybe just at his cock…

Another image, with the caption below it. This one so hot I couldn’t even hold my cock while staring at it, lest I cum all over myself.

“Don’t worry bby! I’m still happy to wear them for you!”

Claire was standing in the middle of the room, a finger in her mouth seductively while she held her skirt up for the camera. Showing off the wet, sticky panties she wore now. The cumdrenched panties clung to her body tightly, completely showing off her cameltoe. With excess cum dribbling all the way down her thighs.

Never in a thousand years would I have expected to see something like that before this all started. My perfect, pure wife letting another man, another three men cum all over her panties, and then wearing them before the cum could even dry!

But perhaps, even more unexpectedly, was how much I was enjoying this. The anxiety I felt was a gut wrenching, mind twisting, stomach gurgling force that left me feeling hollow inside. But I couldn't get enough of it. Craved each escalation Claire took this to. I didn’t know how much more I could take, or how far I was actually comfortable with her going. But right now I didn’t care at all about limits. I only cared about seeing how far she could, and would go.

“My other masters need a little attention now (,,> ᴗ <,,)”

Claire texted. Stopping my heart as I stared at the picture.

Claire was on her knees, freckled face blushing with her tongue playfully poking out. Her hands out to her sides, holding onto the two cocks that flanked her. Two cocks, two real cocks she gripped gently with her soft hands…

All while staring at me. Daring me to tell her to stop, while knowing full well I wouldn’t.

I could feel that after this moment, nothing would ever be the same again. Not between me and my friends, not between me and Claire. Whether that change would be for the better or not…

“So bby?” Claire texted. Three little dots indicating she had something else to say.

“Who gets the front… and who gets the back~ （＾◡＾）♡”