1. A Husband's Education


    Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    every word. “You think I’m going to be told what to do by a bubblegum-brained bimbo who probably sees more traffic between her thighs than a service station on the M25 does?” As insults go, for someone who hardly ever uttered one, this was a good one. I got up to join them, placing a hand on my best friend’s shoulder. “Simmer down, Pete,” I told him. “It’s just Suzy’s little joke. It’s not as if she knifed you in the balls, is it?” “I’m sorry,” Pete said, though it wasn’t clear to whom. “This was a mistake. I’d best be going. You two have fun.” The anger seemed to have evaporated just as swiftly as it had flared up. “Is it coz yer married?” Suzy asked, fixing her eyes on Pete’s wedding ring. Without waiting for an answer, she went on, “Coz like I said, it’s no skin off my nose. ‘Ad plenty of married blokes. Bumped into one or two when they were out wiv the missus, but I know ‘ow to keep a secret.” Pete swallowed. “It wouldn’t be right,” he said. I was beginning to wonder if Pete had blanked the other evening out altogether, when right and wrong hardly seemed an issue. Me shoving his wife’s face down on his cock; her sitting astride him, letting me stuff her arse at the same time, then screaming at me to cum on her face. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was why Pete always seemed to pretend things had never happened. I shrugged. “Well it’s your loss,” I told him. “But Suzy’s the soul of discretion. All she wants is a good shag.” Suzy smiled and thrust her bosom at Pete. “And I ...
    am a good shag,” she said. She put a finger up to his face, drawing her fingertip horizontally across his lips. “I’ll be yer fuck bunny, yer sex doll, yer fuckin’ Swiss cheese. Anyfin’ ya ever wanted to do, I’m ya girl.” “You’ll never meet a slut like Suzy again this side of a grand,” I said softly. “I’ll let you have her arse.” “’Ere!” Suzy said. “Oo are you to say oo can ‘ave me arse?” “Two seconds ago you were offering me anything short of mugging you,” Pete offered helpfully. “That don’t mean ‘e can decide what ‘appens to me arse,” Suzy said, pointing at me. “Don’t be like this, Suzy,” I said. “What does it matter?” Pete said. “She waltzes in here, some two bob cunt, flaunting herself, and then… Why is she suddenly being so precious about her arse?” Now this was interesting, and an unfamiliar turn of phrase for Pete. I wondered what Kim was making of it. Actually I had a pretty good idea what she was making of it, but for now this curious triangle was what mattered. “’Ere, you callin’ me a slapper?” Suzy said. “Do you see anyone else here who fits the bill?” Pete replied. “I may be a slut,” Suzy said, sounding hurt, “but I ain’t no slapper.” “Did someone suck your brains out with industrial machinery?” Pete sneered. “Does it echo inside your head when you speak?” “That’s uncalled for, that is!” Suzy exclaimed, feigning outrage. “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?” Suzy glared at Pete. “Ya know yer trouble, Mister? I’ve got yer number. Yer alright for a kiss an’ a ...
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