Beth

 

 

Beth was Liz’s best friend, although they were as different as night and day.

Liz was as flamboyant as drag queen, with thick makeup, and wearing dresses straight out of 1930s Hollywood, coming the club each time we played with a new movie star personality.

Beth was just as feminine but more demure, wearing dark clothes that hugged her amazing body like a second skin.

This may explain why I was so attracted to her. She was a mystery woman in scene where nearly everybody’s motives were blatantly obvious.

I hit on her more than once, advances she rebuffed with a kindly smile.

“You’re not my type,” she told me.

But what was her type. She wasn’t like the usual collection of women trying to give blow jobs to members of the band. She seemed as uninterested in the band members as she was in me.

What appalled me is that I saw her leaving the club with other men, in particular Bill or Jef, neither of whom I thought were worthy of her.

Each time I saw her leave with one or the other, I got steamed, and jealous, my brain filled with images of one or the other making love to her, while I was cast out as unworthy instead.

I mentioned this to her one night and she gave me a sympathetic smile and a soft pat on my shoulder.

“That’s the way life is,” she said. “Don’t take it personally. I don’t love them, I just enjoy their company.”

When she turned to leave, she paused, and as an after thought said, “Maybe you can come and watch sometime.”

Something odd tingled in me at the thought of it, a secret pleasure I’d not been aware of to that point in my life, all at the idea that I might get to watch two men fucking her, a cuckhold, getting my kicks watching them have her when she denied me.

I declined the offer.

“I feel like a cuck just thinking about it,” I said.

She smiled warmly and said, “But you’re such a sweet cuck. You might like it if you tried.”

The problem was: I really wanted to see her being fucked, my head filled with those images until I could hardly think of anything else.

I began to question my manhood. Did Bill or Jeff have something I did not have, big cocks when mine was barely average. Did she think I could not satisfy her with my almost six inches, when she take eight inches from other men like them.

I got chills just thinking about Bill or Jeff shoving their cocks into her pussy or ass.

“My offer to let you watch remains open,” she said “I would really love to have you there.”

After that, each night I saw her leave with one or the other, the chills in me got worse, and I kept thinking I was missing out.

Then, one night, she started to leave with both of them; my imagination went wild. So did my hormones, the whole thing unfolding in my head like a cheap porno movie.

She smiled at me from the door, and motioned for me to come along.

“You want me to watch both of them?” I said, shocked.

“Yes,” she said.

“But two of them?”

“I always bring both of them to my place,” she said. “It wouldn’t be any fun if I didn’t.”

“And you want me there?”

“To watch,” she said, making me feel even more like a cuck, and yet, I could not resist.

“Splendid,” she said and squeezed my hand, telling me to follow behind her as she drove to her apartment.

It turned out to be a caravan, her in her car first, followed by Bill or Jeff in their cars, and with me last, like an afterthought.

She lived on a hill, up from the rooming house where I lived. When I finally parked, she, Jeff and Bill were already inside. I rang the bell. She answered the door, having already changed into a red night gown. She smiled and pulled me inside, lust oozing out of her, especially her eyes.

“We’re in here,” she said and led me to the living room, where Jeff and Bill were seated on the couch. She pushed me into a stuffed chair across from them, as I waited for her to take her place with them. I was more than a little surprised when she took a seat in another stuffed armed chair, motioning at Bill and Jeff to begin.

When they kissed each other, I nearly popped up out of my chair, not a mild kiss, but one that was deeply passionate, tongues and all. It didn’t stop there. They undressed each other in the midst of this intense kiss, Jeff dragging off Bill’s pants, and Bill doing the same for Jeff, until both men sat completely naked and with cocks standing at attention.

And what cocks!

Both of them were giants, maybe 10 inches each.

Jeff kissed his way down Bill’s torso, pausing to suck at each breast, before reaching the erect mountain below. He lick’s Bill cock from the balls to the tip, and then took it all into his mouth – gaging finally, before Bill grabbed his ears and started to fuck Jeff’s face.

Beth rubbed herself between her legs watching the whole thing transpire, her moans almost as loud as Bill’s, particularly interested when Bill started to cum – Jeff swallowing every drop.

Beth looked at me.

“Feel free to join in,” she said, and the two on the couch repositioned themselves, and Jeff mounted Bill from behind, doggy style.

Barely able to speak, I shook my head, “I don’t think so,” I said, unable to look away from the love making.

Beth laughed.

“As I said, you’re not my type,” she said, though she did give me a peck of a kiss on my cheek when I decided to leave. “Remember, you’re always welcome.”

 

 

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