[MF] Manipulated by her Husband’s Best Friend (Part 2)

Mack nervously sipped her wine, her eyes darting from side to side surveying the room. She felt the cold air on her exposed skin, making her feel silly, making her feel like a whore.

Every so often, she caught one of the men glance her way, felt their gaze linger on her too long. She saw her husband Paul’s coworker, Alan, do it more than once. His wife was right there!

She shouldn’t have never worn this dress, she thought. Should never have done any of this. But once it started, it became too hard to stop.

She saw Jordan look at her then. He was in the middle of a conversation with Paul, but clearly wasn’t listening. Mack got tunnel vision. The rest of the party faded to blackness. The only thing she could focus on was his face. His gaze. He lightly licked his lips like a wolf eyeing its prey. He gulped his wine down, put his hand on Paul’s arm, and excused himself. He started walking right towards her. Mack froze. She couldn’t breath. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. He brushed right past her on his way past her and upstairs. He was gone.

Suddenly she took a deep breath. The sounds and sights of her husband’s birthday party came back into her focus. She was trembling. Her thighs were practically stuck together with wetness.

Just then, Allie, Jordan’s stuck up wife, appeared in front of her and started engaging in small talk. Mack tried her best to keep up with the conversation as her mind wandered to how this all started.

That damn confession she posted to Reddit. How her husband never fucked her anymore, how intrusive thoughts kept entering her head, how wet she was constantly, wishing someone would just take her.

Then that DM.

His cock.

So thick she knew exactly how difficult it would be to get her jaw around it. Long, standing up to his belly button. Strong, masculine, veiny.

The sight of it drove her wild.

The things she said then, the names she called herself, the depravity she admitted to wanting done to her.

And then the request for a picture of her face. It was dumb, silly, reckless, risky. And she did it anyway.

There was a pause. Then, “Mack?”

The rest was a blur. He sent his face. Jordan. Her husband’s best friend. Best man at their wedding.

The things she had told him! She had no idea he was so…perverted. And it didn’t stop then. It couldn’t. He threatened to tell Paul if she didn’t do what he said. That was why she was wearing this ridiculous dress. That was why he snuck upstairs.

That was why she was soaking wet.

Suddenly, she felt her phone buzz in her hand. She didn’t even check it. She wasn’t even in control. It was like she was watching a movie of herself.

She heard herself interrupt Allie mid sentence and tell her she had to take care of something upstairs. Saw herself walking towards the staircase, swinging her hips back and forth, egging on the stares. Before she knew it, he hand was on the railing, walking slowly up the steps.

She checked her phone in her hand.

“I’m in your bedroom.”

Her bedroom? Fuck. Was she really going to do this? Was she out of her mind? She trembled as she opened the door.

What she saw made her jaw drop.

Jordan was leaning back on the bed, staring at her. His impossibly perfect cock was slipped through the zipper of his pants. He was slowly stroking it, looking at her. He pointed towards the ground, his motions and face taking the air of command.

Don’t do this, Mack, a voice inside her said.

A weak voice.

Her body didn’t belong to her anymore. It belonged to him. It obeyed him.

She dropped to her knees and slowly started to crawl on the floor towards him. She felt her thick full tits swinging back and forth, barley contained by her dress. She felt it hike up over her ass, exposing the red thong he told her to wear. She was just in front of him now. He looked down at her with a mixture of pride and resolve. It slightly scared her. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, playfully twirling it in his fingers as she automatically reached out and slowly wrapped her left hand around his cock.

It was literally throbbing in her hand, hard as a rock. She could feel his heartbeat. She noticed with a mixture of arousal and repulsion how beautiful her wedding ring looked wrapped around it. Suddenly, Jordan grabbed her hair hard and jerked her closer. She didn’t let go of his cock, and now her head was in his waist.

“Suck my cock like a good little whore while your husband has his birthday party downstairs.”

She obeyed.

Of course she did.

She couldn’t obey fast enough.

She opened her mouth wide and impaled herself on his cock.

Paul couldn’t even hit the back of her throat, and never lasted very long in her mouth. Jordan’s cock smashed into her windpipe, and it wasn’t even halfway down.

She felt like she fully disassociated then. It was like watching a porn. He leaned back thrusting his hips into the air as he held onto Mack by her hair, forcing her up and down and up and down on his cock. Soon, drool was pouring out of her mouth. She reached down and tugged her tits free as he let her come up for air. She grabbed the base of his rock hard cock and slapped it against her face. She told him how much bigger he was than her husband, how much more of a man he was. She laughed and told him to keep fucking her face while his family was downstairs. He obliged her. Her tits bounced back and forth as he forced more and more of himself down her throat. Finally, with an effort, she opened her jaw as wide as she could while he forced his entire length inside her. She placed her palms flat on his thighs, feeling the tight muscles underneath his pants, stifling a gag, and then not stifling a gag. She held her breath. He pushed her down, both hands on the back of her head. 10 seconds. 15. She felt like she was going to pass out. Dark circles began to form in her vision.

Suddenly he let her come up for air. Tears were streaming down her face, her makeup ruined. A string of drool connected her chin to his throbbing cock. Her chest was drenched. She struggled to catch her breath, but he didn’t give her much time.

Grabbing her under her arms with commanding strength he picked her up and threw her down on the bed. Onto her marital bed. She felt him grab her thong in his strong fingers and pull hard. With a painful snap, it ripped right off of her. She spread her legs and moaned. He grabbed a handful of her hair again, arched her neck back. She felt the tip of his cock pressed against the threshold of her slit, teasing her, barely penetrating her.

He growled in her ear.

“I want you to beg for it. Beg for me to use you like a cheating slut in the bed you share with your husband.”

She looked up and saw her wedding photo on the bedside table. Saw the bed they shared together every night. Remembered all their tender moments together, how loving and sweet Paul was to her. And then she turned her head back to grin at Jordan.

“Fuck me like the cheating little slut I am in my pathetic cuck’s bed.”

Her world exploded then. Jordan pushed her head down into the bed as his cock invaded her. She felt him push into her, inch by painful inch. He didn’t stop when he met with resistance, just kept on pushing. Resizing her. She knew she would never be the same. She felt him inside her stomach, inside her guts. She couldn’t breath. The mixture of pain and pleasure was almost overwhelming.

As he held her there, his entire length pressed inside, he slowly started to pull out. She felt her body release as his impossibly thick cock slowly receded from her, until just the head was still inside her. Then he let go of her back, grabbed onto her ass, and plunged his cock back inside her. Hard. The entire length. He pulled almost all the way out again, slightly faster, then pounded it back in. Over and over. Faster, harder, deeper every single time. She couldn’t stand it. Her body surrendered. She bit onto a pillow to muffle her screams as she came hard all over his cock. Warmth spread through her body over and over as she lost control of her limbs, collapsing onto the bed and writhing as he kept pounding into her harder and harder.

She had never had an orgasm last this long. He didn’t relent for a second. She couldn’t gain control. She knew he must be close too. She became aware he was talking to her, at her. Grunting.

“I knew you were a filthy fucking whore the first time Paul introduced me to you. I’m going to fucking ruin your life with my cock. You’ll never be the same. You belong to me now. You’ll do whatever I tell you.”

She couldn’t help herself. She responded, still cumming hard.

“God yes! My cunt is yours! Ruin my fucking life, corrupt me, I’ll do anything you ask, anything anything anything!”

Finally, he slapped his hand down hard on her ass, forcing her flat onto the bed, as she felt him erupt inside her. The warmth of his cum spread through her like a disease, changing her from the inside out. She felt his cock pulse over and over again, felt the cum leaking out of her. Gradually, she felt it stop. She finally started to catch her breath.

Slowly, he pulled his cock out of her. She gasped as it finally left her, feeling her hole gape as she reached back to rub herself and feel the cum oozing out of her.

All Jordan did was fix his hair in the mirror, tuck his cock back into her pants. He told her to clean herself up without an ounce of tenderness in her voice, and then he was gone.

Mack was left disheveled, dress and thong torn and ruined, face a mess, married pussy destroyed and leaking cum. She could hear the sounds of the party downstairs, oblivious to what she had just done.

She had never felt more satisfied in her life.

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Hope you enjoyed. Open to writing a part 3 of there is interest ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uhx8i6/mf_manipulated_by_her_husbands_best_friend_part_2