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GO3My name is Kirk. I have four buddies that I've known since the first grade. They're Bill, Cal, Daryl, and Eric. They were quite a crew as we grew up together. At the time, you couldn't ask for a better set of friends to bum around with. They got a bit rowdy at times, but at heart they were a great set of guys.In high school, people told me I was nuts to stick with them. Many called them losers because they drink too much beer, partied hard, were into all the sports, and of course chased skirts. They each always had the best looking babes in high school and also in their adult life. They were truly studs in their own rights. They constantly talked about their conquests.I on the other hand am just the opposite of them. However, I did get a chance to go on to college, then graduate school and landed a good paying job as at an adjacent town about 35 miles away from my hometown, where they lived. The guys stayed in the hometown and all had entered into respectable blue-collar trades.In addition to my main job, I was also a part time instructor at a small, nearby liberal arts college.I didn't find much interest in sports and I never seem to have much luck with the girls. In that department, my buddies seemed much better equipped than I in pleasing the women anyway. They were all rather well endowed. I wasn't. Even though they occasionally teased me about that aspect, it was all good-natured and in light fun.However, they know I tend to be an eternal optimist and look for the good in people, so they teased me about that also, saying I was naive and easily fooled. I discounted their claims. I figured I was as alert as the average Joe, even though I tended to look for the good in folks.I shrugged off their comments and told them they too should not be so cynical about life and people. It was after I met Kay, that my life changed. However, my relationship with my buddies also changed in ways I never could've predicted, in my wildest dreams.Kay married me. We were very compatible, close, and very much in love. She was just my type and with a sharp mind too. She said my idealism and optimism intrigued her. She said she fell in love with me easily because I was an easy going and not a pushy type person.She was just a plain, but moderately attractive brunette, nothing like the knockouts common for my buddies to be seen with.She didn't care for my buddies coming by to see me at first, but after a while, she warmed up to them and even encouraged them to come by more often. At the time, I was glad she was learning to tolerate them.My buddies were no dummies, in fact they were all quite sharp, but lazy in the get-up-and-go department. They'd prefer to party rather than do anything mentally stimulating.At the college where I worked part time, I ended up giving a speech on the long-term societal benefits of Pro-Choice policies and how it would be wrong to stop legal abortions.At the time, I never knew how volatile this subject would be and how my humble contribution to this cause would impact me, my marriage, and also my lifestyle.I received a couple of strange phone calls warning me to never speak on the subject again. Over dinner, I told my wife and buddies about those incidents as I laughed them off as prank calls.I was surprised at the interest my wife, and Bill, one of my buddies, took in the detail nature of the call. Things like, whether the caller was female or male and the exact wording used."I appreciate your concern, but I'm reasonably certain the caller was just a prankster." I told them.Just a week later, I literally had to eat my words. It was Thursday evening, and my buddy Bill was over for dinner. The doorbell rang. We weren't expecting anyone. I went to the door.As I opened it, three men rushed in and literally invaded our home. My wife, Bill and I were immediately held at gun point as one of the men grabbed Kay to prevent her from screaming.They proclaimed themselves as the "Gang of Three". They indicated they were a Pro-Life Advocacy Group.Once they positively identified me, I was tied up. Then my wife and Bill were ordered to strip.I couldn't tell if the men were black or white as all there features were covered up and it appeared they had some type electronic devices masking their voices. All three were extremely nervous and I was scared out of my wits at what was happening before my eyes. I next saw one of the men reveal a camcorder. It appeared they were going to videotape something. I was fearful we all were going to be killed.I was sure my wife was going to be ****d, but I wasn't sure of the reason for Bill being stripped nude.It was even more bewildering when Bill and Norma were ordered to be amorous and to have intercourse. The men whispered into the ears of my wife and Bill. It was from their repeating the gunmen's demands that I determined what was going on. I was shocked.I was scared. It was painful to be tied in bondage while my best friend was forced to enjoy my wife. I must admit for both of them to have been scared, they put on a remarkable job of pretending. I was also surprised that Bill became so easily erected and that he slipped his rather large erection slipped into my wife so easily.Even more strange was that Bill came in her twice and I lost count of the number of orgasms she had - I believe it was four or five. After their forced public display of intercourse, I was untied and led over to my wife's parted legs to see the messiness of her sex. I was horrified, surprised and impressed, all at once at the quantity of semen my buddy had shot off in my wife's cunt. I was thankful she was on the pill."Now Mr. Pro-Choice, it's time to show your appreciation for what your friend has done for you. Get over here! That's it crawl!"I wasn't sure what was in store for me as the gunman, who was doing the talking, guided me toward where my Buddy Bill was now sitting - that is after having uncoupled himself from my wife, who sat nearby. She appeared to be in what was, I'm sure was a state of shock, even though she looked more mellow and glassy eyed, than in shock. However, I quickly turned my thoughts back toward my situation as the gunman pushed me roughly toward Bill's feet."It's fitting you show your friend that you're pleased by his efforts at pleasing your wife. What better way than to suck his cock clean. Do it!""W...What!" I blurted out in an unbelieving tone of voice."You heard me pip-squeak! Suck dick or get your teeth bashed out!" The gunman shouted as he raised the weapon before my eyes. Terror filled me.Scared to death, I did as I was told. My humiliation was great as I slid my tongue over my friend's long, thick, languished penis coated with fuck slime. Expecting an unctuous taste, I was surprised that the taste wasn't worse than it was.As I glanced up at him out of the corner of my eye, I could tell Bill was embarrassed too, for he had an eerie, dazed, and sort of "out of it" look on his face. After I had licked everywhere the gunman had directed - Bill's balls, his large dick head, along and around his cock shaft and finally, around the dense pubic hair base - the gunman finally directed me away from my friend's cock, after my forced "lick cleaning"."Now, hubby, it's time for you to do the same for your wife." The man said in a whizzy electronically generated voice, as I was pushed to my knees before my wife's parted gamy smelling, jism smeared, and oozing hairy crotch."Now cock sucker, it's time for you to eat some cream of pussy. You better do a damn good job of licking and sucking her clean." I heard the man bark."W...What?" I stammered. The next thing I saw was a gun before my face. I got the message.I girded myself mentally and proceeded to do as ordered. Knowing what I had to do, I wondered if the taste would be similar to the slimy traces on the prick I'd just lapped clean. I braced myself for the first taste of my wife's jism soaked muff. Again, to my surprise, after a few seconds of having my face in the messy sloppy snatch, I found it had a slightly stronger flavouring than the slime coating on Bill's dick. It also had more of a musk odour and a creamier consistency to the taste.To my surprise, my wife got another orgasm as I finished my forced task in her slimy hairy crotch. Then, just soon as they'd come, the masked gunmen were gone. We were warned not to call the police; otherwise the incriminating video would be released on the Internet, including my forced actions. They also threw an envelope on the table as they quickly departed.I was alarmed and surprised at what was on the note in the envelope. It said we were to get a copy of the video they shot. Then if we didn't abide by their wishes, excerpts would be released on the Internet with names from our driver's licenses, which they'd looked at upon entering. The note was signed simply "GO3".I was still kneeling, my face wet and smeared with a drying mixture of my wife's and Bill's fuck juices."Oh darling, that was awful of them to do that to us and to you." Kay said as she sat up on the sofa and pulled my head over to her. She held me to her breast as we comforted each other after the ordeal.We three got cleaned up, and after a while discussed the incident as well as details of the note left behind by the three intruders.We three were all very embarrassed, especially me. I was really surprised at well my wife, and Bill for that matter, endured the ordeal so calmly. I couldn't help but commend them. I was a nervous and emotional wreck. Who wouldn't be after having licked a dick in front of their wife? I was devastated.I also went along with my wife and Bill's decision not to call the police. After all, none of us wanted to be Internet **** celebrities. The more I thought about it, I too was glad that the other two agreed on this course of action. After my anger and fright had subsided a bit, I thought of my regular and part time jobs and how I would have to deal with folks if news of the incident had gotten out.Days later, another note was received from the GO3. It was followed by a phone call. The same electronically altered voice made it very clear as to what would happen if I didn't follow their instructions to the letter. To say I was in shock was truly an understatement. The other shock was how well my wife received it."Honey, they could ruin us. Your buddies don't have much to lose, but you have your professional jobs to be concerned about." She said to me in a calm and collected tone, which amazed me."B-But Kay! T-They a-are talking about y-you getting p-p-pregnant f-from...""I know darling, but don't you think it's better for it to be Bill than some stranger? After all, this can only make you and Bill that much closer. After all, you too now have the knowledge of having shared me. It's only a bit more of an extension of that for me to have his baby and for you to share that with him."Reluctantly, I had to admit my wife's logic was right. I called Bill and told him everything. After a brief pause of silence, he agreed."Even though I wouldn't ordinarily fuck a close friend's wife, in this case it's an emergency situation. I'll be over to fuck, er, I mean sleep with her tonight." Bill replied to me in the phone headset.When I tried to let him know that he didn't need to come over so soon, since it would take a while for Kay's birth control pills to wear off, my wife intervened and asked if she could talk to him. They at first exchanged pleasantries and minor small talk. Then she went silent. Apparently Bill was talking. She briefly walked out of my earshot with the cordless phone. She returned a moment later just in time for me to hear her close out the call."Yes, yes, you're right Bill. That's a good idea. Bye now. See you in a little bit."She hung up before I could get the phone back."Honey, I need to get accustomed to his size and style of sexing. I can't just rush into this, even if I'm being extorted into doing so." My wife Kay said, with a strange smile on her face, which seem to say, `It was dumb of me to even question her about her desire to do so.' The group's instructions also demanded that I suck my wife's pussy each time after she was fucked. That was so shocking to me.Bill arrived a couple of hours later. We three again talked about the entire situation. I was still quite apprehensive about the whole situation and doing as the GO3 demanded.I tried getting out of doing any clean up duty at all, but my wife persuaded me to do so to avoid incurring the group's wrath in the event they discovered she, or I, or Bill lied and didn't follow their instructions. What hurt more than anything was that my wife admitted, in a cavalier tone, that it made her feel good for me to have sucked Bill's thick cum from her pussy. I was so embarrassed because she said so in Bill's presence.Bill also chimed in and agreed with my wife, about it being the best thing to clean her pussy after he finished fucking her."It's nothing personal old buddy, I'm just thinking of your best interest here. After all, we don't know whether they may come back and give us all some kind of lie detector tests or something."Browbeat and failing to counter their logic, I hung my head and agreed with my wife and buddy. I committed to tongue clean her messy drippy slimy cunt up after he filled her with his heavy load of dick cream."Look at the bright side honey, at least they didn't require you to lick Bill's dick clean this time." It was a small consolation, but I had to nod in agreement with my wife's comment.I prepared to sleep on the couch as Bill led my wife to our master bedroom. They would call me when they were ready for me to do clean up on her pussy between fucks.Additionally, my other hurt was that I wouldn't be able to have intercourse with my wife until she was pregnant with Bill's baby. As it turned out, until then, I ended up having to be satisfied with istanbul escort my wife's occasional blow job and many bouts of her jerking me off, while my buddy had the pleasure of fucking and enjoying her luscious pussy raw, wet, and to his heart's content. During this time, I began to get worried about how close they were becoming. They were like teen lovebirds.My wife was announced pregnant in a little less than 3 months after the gang invaded our home. Now that she was, I'd assumed that all the deep French Kisses and hugging and groping between she and Bill would end. The excuse before she was pregnant was that they had to do all those type of things to get use to each other in order to facilitate getting Kay in the mood for sex."Kirk, we just can't turn our feelings off like a garden hose. These things take time. We're dealing with emotional ties here. After all, Bill and I have ignited the process of creating a new life. He and I just can't break off our bonding that quickly."My wife's words came as a surprise to me. I tried to counter the position she was taking. It failed."Kirk, I love you. Don't forget that. Bill and I will have to work on breaking the tight emotional bond that's been established between us. Us having sex is a part of that bond. Unforeseen circumstances created this situation, and like many things in life, it now must run its course. Kirk, if you truly love me, you must accept this situation and be supportive, not creating emotional turmoil."We talked and talked, but there was no deterring my wife. I got the same type of response from my good buddy Bill, when I confronted him on the same subject. To make matters worse, even without it being brought up in the conversation, I was sheepish and thoroughly intimidated by the fact that I had been orally cleaning up after all the messes he'd made in my wife's cunt.The bottom line, I had to live with and endure Bill being the other man in our household even after my wife was pregnant. To make matters worse, my wife insisted that I continue to lap her cunt clean after their sexual liaisons, which lasted until the beginning of her eighth month. I found it humiliating, even if I had become accustomed to the slimy creamy taste of pussy fuck juices. I eventually made up my mind to try and rebuild my esteem as a man and a husband."Kirk, honey, I need you to do that for me. Your sweet tongue is the perfect complement to Bill's much larger dick. I can still feel your smaller prick in me, but not like before. Darling please continue to eat me out. It'd mean so much to me, since you're giving me something Bill can't, and Bill is giving me something with his sturdier, long lasting dick that you can't. Besides, Bill is not a pussy eater. He told me so."I picked up loud and clear on my wife's message. It hurt, but I knew I'd have to put rebuilding my manly esteem on hold, just to please the woman I loved and not jeopardize my marriage. I was concerned now about her maybe having fallen in love with Bill.Fearful of possibly losing her, I conceded to her request. I was to remain her "pussy eater", throughout the rest of her pregnancy.Even though she and I were also having intercourse during her pregnancy, that is up until the eighth month, I could tell it was much more utilitarian and not with much enthusiasm. Her enthusiasm was always higher with my head between her parted legs as compared to my prick. She was always more excited about sex with Bill and his much bigger cock. The bad thing for me is that she had a difficult time hiding it.Bill and my wife's liaison produced a son for us. My wife thought it fitting to name him William. I cringed and tried to get her to change her mind. She resisted saying it was only fair to Bill for the baby's first name to be named after him, since the last was to be mine. She dug in on that point and I ended up conceding to her once more. I also assumed our lives would return to some degree of normalcy, after the baby was born, but again, I was slightly wrong. Within weeks after "our" son was born, she and Bill began dating openly, while I remained home baby-sitting. I went out with them from time to time, but often I felt like a fifth wheel, in a manner of speaking. Many times my wife also discouraged me tagging along with them.Bill was a much better dancer and party person than I. I had to admit, he was funnier and more hip when it came to being a party type.On many of these dates, my other 3 buddies were along with them most of the time. This made me feel better. That is, with 3 other guys around, it made Bill's date with a married woman, my wife, a bit more socially acceptable. At least in my eyes anyway.As my wife had said, I accepted her philosophy and assumed that the situation with Bill, and the unfortunate and strange, circumstances we found ourselves in, would run it's course and our marriage would return to the routine we were in prior to the GO3 invasion incident.How wrong I was. When William was eighteen months old, the three masked bandits returned. Just as before, they broke in. This time it was Cal that was the forced stud for my wife. Again I was tied up and forced to watch and to do cunt clean up duties. It was déjà-vu all over again.The big difference this time, Cal's cock got hard as I was licking his thick slimy cock clean. The three masked men insisted and forced me to aggressively suck him to completion. They videotaped the entire act close up. It was so embarrassing to be captured on video obviously swallowing gulp after gulp of Cal's powerful spurts of viscous jism, including my involuntary licking of his semen from my lips after he pulled his softening dick from my lips.Even though dazed after what I'd been forced to do, I was amazed at the volume of cum Cal had injected into my mouth, even after the copious quantity of the frothy mess he'd deposited in my lovely wife's cunt.Again, I had been forced to experience another of my buddies fucking my wife as well as being assigned the job of impregnating her with our second c***d. And again, I had to lap, and suck up the spermy froth from her drippy oozing crotch from the moment of the invasion through her pregnancy. I was extremely sad about this whole incident. However, the idea of me being seen by millions with a second cock in my mouth overruled any other thoughts I had about reporting it to the authorities. Especially since this second cock sucking scene was far more incriminating than the first.A year later, we had another baby in our growing family. It was a baby girl. My wife insisted on naming her Callie.During this second pregnancy, my humiliation was made even greater. I ate a lot of pussy juice and dick cream during this period of time. You see. After Cal had impregnated Kay, I had to frequently eat Cal's heavy thick dick slime from my wife pretty pussy, as well as Bill's. My wife insisted that it was okay for both men to have intercourse with her and paid no attention to my complaints.Neither did Bill or Cal.Additionally, my wife insisted - no the right word is demanded - me to suck her fucked cunt out routinely. Cowed by her changed personality, and my apparent, unspoken, lesser masculine status, in her eyes, I did as she desired.Cal and Bill seemed to always be over at our house and constantly had their big dicks in Kay.No matter how I tried, I couldn't seem to deter my wife or the guys, that is Cal and Bill, from their lusty activities. Part of the problem was that it's hard to sound manly and commanding, when I've had my mouth on both of their dicks and even sucked one of them off to completion. It's also hard to portray myself as master of the house, that is, with my wife, and my buddies, all four of them, insisting and reminding me to suck out her slimy, semen filled pussy, after Bill and Cal fucked her. Their concern, that the GO3 would discover I didn't do as I was told. Cowed by everyone's repeated nagging and browbeating of me, I conceded and put my lips and tongue to work, rather than risk my professional career.Something I found it hard to believe was how cheerful and available my wife made herself available to Cal