This is not absolutely true....
...but absolutely all of it is based on truth.
I don't know. Maybe I should have left as soon as he said it? Maybe Sarah and I should never have gone to dinner with them? Maybe we should never have moved back to our home town at all.
He flipped open a bottle of beer and gave it me, even though I had told him I didn't want one, and he said:
"You are a lucky bastard Jamie. Your Sarah is a stunenr. She was pretty at school, but now, well, I wouldn't chuck her out of bed without fucking her twice!"
I wanted to say something, to tell him not to talk about my wife like that, but I was still scared of him after all these years. I just said:
"It's James, actually....."
He took a swig of his beer and belched.
'Yeah - I've got to tell you - and don't take this the wrong way - when my Helen told me Sarah-Jane Spencer had married you, I could't believe it. I mean - you've got her with her looks and her fucking terrific arse and you've got you!"
He finished his beer and cracked open another.
"I always thought you were gay!'
I sipped my beer and swallowed.
"So - what's she like in the sack then? I bet she's a red hot fuck. I always reckon the posh quiet swotty girls are proper whores when you get their clothes off."
That was enough. I put down my bottle and coughed.
"Sarah-Jane is not....."
He held up his hand to stop me.
"Hang on mate."
He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Just picturing your missus with her pants down.'
He rearranged his crotch.
"I got to tell you - the number of times I wanked off imagining her naked arse bent over in front of me.'
"Please -"
"Have another beer - go on finish that one and have another!"
He passed me another opened bottle and I drained the first obligingly as he continued:
"Yes she was quite a favourite at school - you were a couple of years older than us, but when we went on that school trip to France in the third year someone passed around some photos they'd taken of her in their chalet when she was in the shower. We used to have wanking competitions over them. Of course her tits weren't as big then, but I reckon her arse was just as tight and firm as it looks now. Do you spank her?"
"N-no!"
"You don't? Fucking hell! You don't have look a gift horse in the mouth. If I had that arse around me I'd spank it every night till is shone red, then bend her over the the bed and shove my cock up her till she squealed."
He rearranged his crotch again.
"Fucking hell mate. You're making me hard just telling me about her."
He stood up and took a DVD case from the shelf above his sofa. He passed it to me.
Sex Teacher 17.
"I thought you'd like that, what with your Sarah-Jane teaching at our old school now. Stick that in the DVD."
I hesitated.
"Go on. The girls will be downstairs getting dinner ready for another ten minutes."
He undid his flies and took out his cock. It was semi hard, but was three times the size of mine at its hardest already.
"I want to crack one out before then, while you tell me all about what your Sarah-Jane is like in the sack."
I stood open-mouthed.
"Well go on dickhead. I need to get one off the wrist now, or I'll have wood all through dinner."
He stopped and smiled at me with contempt.
"Or do you want to suck me off yourself like you used to suck off the other fags in the changing rooms after gym?"
I hated him so much. They had made their victims - me and my friends - perform for them, even though they were younger than us. I hated him when he bullied me at school and I hated him now. I should never have agreed to this stupid dinner. Just because his Helen was my wife's best friend from school. I wanted Sarah to be happy but I was terrified of him still. I put the DVD in the player and sat again. I had finished another beer. He opened and passed me another.
"That's it - skip through to the next scene - the bird in this one is the dead spit of your wife."
On the screen a slim teacher with long straight blonde hair and a short skirt was being seduced by one of her sixth form students.
"This is great. Just like old times. Take your cock out and have a wank if you want. You love this bit. It's really clever. The student actually spanks the teacher and then he bangs her up the bung-hole. Go on - get your prick out and wank. You know you want to. He waited until I obeyed. "Are Sarah-Jane's tits as big as her's"
"A little smaller, I think."
I watched transfixed as he stroked his cock. So big.
"What are her nipps like? Bet they're tiny and pointy when she gets turned on, yeah?"
I nodded, my cheeks burning.
"Yeah - just like I imagined. Does she like you to suck on them when you're fucking her?"
I stammered
"Can you tell she's had three kids sucking on them? She's what? 36 now? Same as Helen. God I'd love to put my cock between them and fuck 'em. Come all over her chin!"
He laughed.
"Look - that man in the porno is fucking your wife up the arse now. Oh yes! You know. My eldest will be in her french class next year. He's in the same year as your twins. Maybe I should show him this film, eh? Ha! Maybe I should show them all!'
He saw my cock twitch
"You like that, don't you?"
Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. I was cumming.
"You like the idea of my man fucking your missus. You fucking pervert. Well go on then. Bring yourself off. Come for daddy!"
I filled my hand, in shame.
"Do you mens want any more beers?"
Fuck! His wife was calling from the kitchen.
I looked at him. My hand was full of cum and he was smiling.
"Eat it. Then kneel down here and finish me off. Then you can turn off the DVD before the girls come in."
There was no choice. I knew it. I licked my hand clean then knelt between his open legs. He wanked himself harder and faster, then as he began to twitch, he pulled my mouth to his cock and spurted and spurted and spurted into my throat.
He patted me on the head.
"DVD fuckwit. The girls are coming."
I hurriedly ejected the disk and hid the case behind a cushion as my lovely wife and her best friend walked in with a tray of crisps and a glasses of wine.
"Sarah Jane! I was just telling Jamie here I don't know what a beautiful, sexy woman like you is doing with somone like him!"
This story is based loosely on truth. Please feel free to message me if you want to know more. Also, please make any suggestions for what you would like to happen next.
Jim
...but absolutely all of it is based on truth.
I don't know. Maybe I should have left as soon as he said it? Maybe Sarah and I should never have gone to dinner with them? Maybe we should never have moved back to our home town at all.
He flipped open a bottle of beer and gave it me, even though I had told him I didn't want one, and he said:
"You are a lucky bastard Jamie. Your Sarah is a stunenr. She was pretty at school, but now, well, I wouldn't chuck her out of bed without fucking her twice!"
I wanted to say something, to tell him not to talk about my wife like that, but I was still scared of him after all these years. I just said:
"It's James, actually....."
He took a swig of his beer and belched.
'Yeah - I've got to tell you - and don't take this the wrong way - when my Helen told me Sarah-Jane Spencer had married you, I could't believe it. I mean - you've got her with her looks and her fucking terrific arse and you've got you!"
He finished his beer and cracked open another.
"I always thought you were gay!'
I sipped my beer and swallowed.
"So - what's she like in the sack then? I bet she's a red hot fuck. I always reckon the posh quiet swotty girls are proper whores when you get their clothes off."
That was enough. I put down my bottle and coughed.
"Sarah-Jane is not....."
He held up his hand to stop me.
"Hang on mate."
He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Just picturing your missus with her pants down.'
He rearranged his crotch.
"I got to tell you - the number of times I wanked off imagining her naked arse bent over in front of me.'
"Please -"
"Have another beer - go on finish that one and have another!"
He passed me another opened bottle and I drained the first obligingly as he continued:
"Yes she was quite a favourite at school - you were a couple of years older than us, but when we went on that school trip to France in the third year someone passed around some photos they'd taken of her in their chalet when she was in the shower. We used to have wanking competitions over them. Of course her tits weren't as big then, but I reckon her arse was just as tight and firm as it looks now. Do you spank her?"
"N-no!"
"You don't? Fucking hell! You don't have look a gift horse in the mouth. If I had that arse around me I'd spank it every night till is shone red, then bend her over the the bed and shove my cock up her till she squealed."
He rearranged his crotch again.
"Fucking hell mate. You're making me hard just telling me about her."
He stood up and took a DVD case from the shelf above his sofa. He passed it to me.
Sex Teacher 17.
"I thought you'd like that, what with your Sarah-Jane teaching at our old school now. Stick that in the DVD."
I hesitated.
"Go on. The girls will be downstairs getting dinner ready for another ten minutes."
He undid his flies and took out his cock. It was semi hard, but was three times the size of mine at its hardest already.
"I want to crack one out before then, while you tell me all about what your Sarah-Jane is like in the sack."
I stood open-mouthed.
"Well go on dickhead. I need to get one off the wrist now, or I'll have wood all through dinner."
He stopped and smiled at me with contempt.
"Or do you want to suck me off yourself like you used to suck off the other fags in the changing rooms after gym?"
I hated him so much. They had made their victims - me and my friends - perform for them, even though they were younger than us. I hated him when he bullied me at school and I hated him now. I should never have agreed to this stupid dinner. Just because his Helen was my wife's best friend from school. I wanted Sarah to be happy but I was terrified of him still. I put the DVD in the player and sat again. I had finished another beer. He opened and passed me another.
"That's it - skip through to the next scene - the bird in this one is the dead spit of your wife."
On the screen a slim teacher with long straight blonde hair and a short skirt was being seduced by one of her sixth form students.
"This is great. Just like old times. Take your cock out and have a wank if you want. You love this bit. It's really clever. The student actually spanks the teacher and then he bangs her up the bung-hole. Go on - get your prick out and wank. You know you want to. He waited until I obeyed. "Are Sarah-Jane's tits as big as her's"
"A little smaller, I think."
I watched transfixed as he stroked his cock. So big.
"What are her nipps like? Bet they're tiny and pointy when she gets turned on, yeah?"
I nodded, my cheeks burning.
"Yeah - just like I imagined. Does she like you to suck on them when you're fucking her?"
I stammered
"Can you tell she's had three kids sucking on them? She's what? 36 now? Same as Helen. God I'd love to put my cock between them and fuck 'em. Come all over her chin!"
He laughed.
"Look - that man in the porno is fucking your wife up the arse now. Oh yes! You know. My eldest will be in her french class next year. He's in the same year as your twins. Maybe I should show him this film, eh? Ha! Maybe I should show them all!'
He saw my cock twitch
"You like that, don't you?"
Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. I was cumming.
"You like the idea of my man fucking your missus. You fucking pervert. Well go on then. Bring yourself off. Come for daddy!"
I filled my hand, in shame.
"Do you mens want any more beers?"
Fuck! His wife was calling from the kitchen.
I looked at him. My hand was full of cum and he was smiling.
"Eat it. Then kneel down here and finish me off. Then you can turn off the DVD before the girls come in."
There was no choice. I knew it. I licked my hand clean then knelt between his open legs. He wanked himself harder and faster, then as he began to twitch, he pulled my mouth to his cock and spurted and spurted and spurted into my throat.
He patted me on the head.
"DVD fuckwit. The girls are coming."
I hurriedly ejected the disk and hid the case behind a cushion as my lovely wife and her best friend walked in with a tray of crisps and a glasses of wine.
"Sarah Jane! I was just telling Jamie here I don't know what a beautiful, sexy woman like you is doing with somone like him!"
This story is based loosely on truth. Please feel free to message me if you want to know more. Also, please make any suggestions for what you would like to happen next.
Jim