1. Ambivalence


    Date: 10/15/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: timojen, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    I pasted on my most affable, self-deprecating face while Ellen socialized with the six frat boys she’d homed in on. Actually, they were first year associates at a big LA law firm, they claimed. They had enough arrogance and youthful bravado for it. They were cookie cutter douche bags as far as I was concerned and for all practical purposes they were frat boys, half-a-dozen clean cut boys in chinos and Cole Haans with stylishly cut hair in Vegas to blow off steam. They weren’t the only ones here to blow something off. Ellen was here to blow… well, to blow some men. These men, damn it. I hated them. I hated everything about them. From their desperate “masters of the universe” act to the aggressively overpowering stench of their cologne. I especially hated how they dismissed me while shamelessly pelting my lovely, sexy wife with their ham handed pick up lines and innuendo. No. I take that back. I hated Ellen's sluttish reciprocation, how she laughed with those six cum nozzles, making them smug with it. That smugness wasn’t unfounded, even if they didn’t know why, yet. Ellen and I were there specifically to pick up just such a group of men. She wanted to fuck a bunch of guys. “You know, as a fantasy,” she’d said. And I’d agreed to go along with it, not altruistically - she’d promised a laundry list of sexual favors in return, including a threesome with a hot friend of hers. So yeah, maybe it was her fantasy, but God help me, I’d rather be kicked in the balls than deal with these ...
    fucktards. Hence, my pasted on affability. Ellen zeroed in on the group almost as soon as we got to the bar, stalking her prey with shocking alacrity. Honestly, I thought it would take her longer or that she might fail, or at least show some hesitancy. I definitely imagined her selecting a smaller group. Six seemed like too many men, even for someone in Ellen’s shape. But she fearlessly and deftly worked them into a frenzy while surreptitiously checking in with me for signs I was backing out. I hated that, too. Or maybe I just hated acting like I was agreeable to her and meek to them. I’m a nice guy, wouldn’t hurt a fly. But there are limits. At some point Ellen decided they were hooked. With a silent signal to me, Ellen politely disengaged and departed, leaving a six pack of disappointed dicks. I checked the time. She’d spent fifteen minutes total in the bar. Ellen is twenty-seven, but she has the tight ass and legs of a teenaged gymnast. As they watched her shapely ass recede, I screwed up the nerve to do my task. Perversely, she’d left the hardest part of the whole endeavor up to me. At least, I thought so. I had the excruciating task to convince them to gang bang my wife, who I love. It would be an easy decision for them. She’s a looker and they were sure looking. It might be an easy decision for Ellen, too, even if it was her first time and it was six guys instead of a reasonable two or three. But the thought of asking them, the humiliation, was killing me. “If you ask ...
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