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2005-12-31
My name is Chase and I'm 24 yrs old. The following events occured during my senior year of college.
It was fall break, and I was happier than I could ever remember. The previous year I met a knock-out named Amy in one of my classes at college, and actually convinced her to marry me. The courtship is long and boring so let us indulge in the important details. Amy is a petite (5'4") beauty. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, a deadly smile, a great ass, breasts that sway just enough when she bends over, and a sense of goodness that I can't explain in words, but infects everyone with whom she comes in contact. The best part was that we were going to spend the break in my home town, and everyone that wasn't at the wedding was going to see me with my beautiful new bride.
My home town is relatively small, so there isn't a whole hell of a lot to do. After being blugoned with this boredom for 3 days, Amy and I resulted to drastic measures and decided to go to a football game at my old high school. It actually started out as a kind of fun evening. I got to see some old friends(all commented on my gorgeous bride). Amy and I snuck in some vodka. And Amy did me the favor of wearing one of my favorite outfits, a light-blue baby tee, with a short white tennis skirt, and light blue thong. All in all it was shaping up to be a pretty good night. That is, until halftime.
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At halftime i went to the concession stand to fetch some more mix for our vodka, and when i returned that's when i saw him. Dave Jenkins. Dave, the asshole that gave me shit all through high school. The same asshole that kicked the shit out of me on a daily basis, and made me feel like a wimp all the time. The same asshole that fucked my prom date in my car, and then told the entire school about it, was sitting next to my wife, and worse yet, she was laughing at something that he was saying.
Well Dave helped himself to our vodka, and one thing led to another. Amy, being so nice, insisted that Dave was too drunk, and volunteered us to drive dave to his house.
. . 20 miles away. I was reluctant, but she was right. He had drank alot, and I figured I should be the bigger man, and keep him from killing himself or anyone else unlucky enough to be on the road. When we got to the car, however, that's when things took a turn for the worse.
When we got to the car i realized that the back seat was full of mine and Amy's suit cases, among other things. Dave offered to sit on Amy's lap, but this was an obvious joke, because his massive (6'4") frame would crush her.
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The only option was for Amy to sit on his lap. I was not at all happy about this, but there were no other options. I thought we might have enough gas to make the trip to Dave's and back to my family's house, but i didn't want to risk it, so i decided to stop and fill up he tank. This was the biggest mistake of my life.
As i was pumping the gas i saw dave whispering to amy, and saw amy shifting what i thought was uncomfortably in her seat. I figured that he was saying something true to his asshole personality, and i shrugged it off, and got back in the car. As we were leaving the gas station amy BLASTED the radio up to some dance number. She started dance grinding on dave's lap. This made me furious, but i didn't want to speak out and seem jelous. I kept feeling something tickling my ankle, but was too busy steaming to check it out. Amy now began humming along with the clapping beat of the music. What was this goddamned thing tickling my ankle. I turned the interior light and my heart sunk like a rock to my stomach.
The thing tickling my ankle was amy's baby blue thong. I looked at them.
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Amy wasn't humming she was moaning.
The clapping wasn't the beat of the song, it was daves thighs slapping against my wife's ass. his huge cock was stuffed in her hairless pussy, and she was bouncing up and down on what must have been twice as much dick as i could ever provide. Dave just looked at me and smiled. Amy wouldn't even look at me. I was embarassed, furious, in shock, but most of all i was broken.
I hit the brakes, and managed to wimper amy's name. Dave said that if i didn't keep driving he would kick my ass just like old times. I knew that he was serious, and there was nothing that i could do about it. He could pummel me for hours on this back road before anyone passed by, so i drove, and tried my hardest not to let them see my crying. Before we got to his house dave took it to another level. He lifted amy's shirt up, exposing her swaying tits, and just started jack-hammering her pussy with his massive meat. Her tits were flailing everywhere, and the sound of her moans coupled with the sound of flesh slapping flesh was like hell's bells to me. Amy began screaming. She had never made these sounds with me.
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Dave began encouraging her by saying stuff like, "You like this big cock don't you bitch. " and "Your pussy-ass husband can't fuck you like this can he?" Dave's comments were horrible and humiliating, but, if it's possible, amy's responses were even worse. Amy began yelling things like "Yes, i love your cock. I want it forever!" and "No, his little dick can never do this to me!" and finally "Pound me like that wimp can't! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" I couldn't believe what she was saying, i didn't want to. Finally both of their bodies tensed. He came in her, overflowing her cunt, just as we entered his driveway. Dave looked at me with a smile too pompous for words, and said, "Thanks for your wife faggot. "
I was ready to berate my wife as soon as dave got out of the car, but she said "sorry baby. ", and I watched through tear-filled eyes as she got out with him.
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