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Watching Morgan: Cuckolded By My Best Friend (Part 9)

Now that Kimiko has experienced her first sharing session, she wants even more. But things are moving too fast for Zachary. He isn’t sure about his wife giving herself so completely to these new men. Morgan has no such doubts, wanting to push their cuckold even further.

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When we woke the next morning, all I heard was whining. Not kidding. Every part of her body was sore. Her very fit partner had changed her position repeatedly. All that stretching into position, and the hip-thrusting that followed, had left screaming muscles and joints in its wake.

Kimiko is in excellent aerobic condition, being a dedicated walker. None of that mattered when unaccustomed muscle groups were being pushed and prodded for two hours. I showed her some stretches that might help ease the discomfort and gave her some pain relief capsules. Only time would cure the rest.

That Sunday, we went out to eat, walked around the mall, and even got some drinks at a local bar. The conversation never stopped.

I quickly dispelled any notion that I was uncomfortable with what had happened. Once she realized I really was good with everything, her excitement overwhelmed whatever residual nervousness that remained. She wanted to do it again.

She went on and on about it. She asked about me watching her. How I enjoyed undressing her in front of him. Amazed at how many times she came. My wife had loved everything about the event and made it clear she wanted more.

Kimiko wanted me to know how exciting it was to have me stroking myself in front of her. “It was just like Morgan said,” she giggled. She tried to explain what it felt like having a strange cock inside her for the first time since we had married. Knowing that I approved allowed her to relax more, she told me… to accept whatever Carson did.

Orgasm for a woman is much more complex than for a man, she tried to explain. It is a combination of physical and mental that must work together perfectly. She could have so many because she had gone in with her mind completely focused. That Carson took her so aggressively just opened that window even further.

At one time, I must have cringed about something she said.

“Remember my saying you were a much better lover? I meant that… and not just because you needed to hear it. After making love for so many years, there’s a sensitivity we have developed with each other. You have a subtle way of finding just that right spot to maximize my pleasure. He didn’t have that, and I could tell he wasn’t interested in learning it either. Carson does what he does. Morgan told me she goes to Carson when she needs a vigorous humping. No strings, just physical. I suspect Carson’s wife decided to open things up when it became clear that was ALL he could do.”

Kimiko asked me about Morgan and her touching me so openly during the session. I wasn’t sure how much to say. I didn’t want to betray how much Morgan had told me, even though I was honest about what had happened.

My wife finally confessed that she had been having regular lunches with Morgan. Knew all this was going to happen. She just wanted to make sure I would be honest with her. She relaxed noticeably at my openness.

We could not make love that night. She was still too sore, but we took a bath together, stroking and touching. Seems strange, doesn’t it? That her getting fucked by another man seemed to have brought us even closer.

The conversation with Morgan on Wednesday was not as cozy. For the first time in our long relationship, I felt my friend was not telling me the truth. Not lying exactly, just not giving me the complete story.

I asked her about the stroking and kissing. Even before I was married, she had often pushed me away, sometimes aggressively. Remember, I called a stop to all her sharing when it became obvious my romantic feelings were always going to be stronger than hers for me.

And look what good that did! Years later, as soon as she showed up at my apartment to do it again, we were right back at it. Still, none of those included her openly touching me. In fact, active avoidance would be the way I would have described it.

Morgan claimed it was Kimiko’s idea. That’s when I felt it became misleading. Yes, Kimiko gave her approval, but there was something else. I pressed the issue, needing to know before we did it again.

She was almost in tears before I finally got it out of her. The actual truth. My friend confessed how much she had always wanted to have a physical relationship with me, but was afraid it would change things between us.

“So what if we had touched more?” I asked. “Would that really have been so bad… for us to have a closer relationship like that?”

“Zach, come on. You know the way I am… always sleeping around. Does that seem like wife material to you?” Sorrow bloomed under the surface of her normally glib attitudes about everything. “It’s too late now, anyway,” she said, trying to fight back the tears. “You’ve got Kimiko.”

That took me aback. She had actually thought about a loving relationship with me some time in the past? Why had she never said anything before?

She must have been able to tell what this did to me. “You know how much I love you, Zach. Always have. I’ve never hidden that from you. It’s just… well, you know. We can’t.”

I nodded. I finally understood, especially now that Kimiko had become so important. There was no way I would dump her for Morgan, no matter how strong my feelings were. Unlike Morgan, I had never slept around. I truly WAS a one-woman man. Always would be. She had to know that, which only made all this more complicated.

Several weeks went by before our next attempt. The guy Morgan had picked was busy with a work project that kept him on the road, traveling for business. I thought my wife was going to have that proverbial stroke; she was so anxious to continue her hotwife adventure! It was practically all we talked about.

I discovered that she and Morgan continued to have their regular get-togethers. With Kimiko’s hard focus on playing now, I had to assume they were talking about it… a lot!

Yet, when I saw Morgan… I don’t know… it felt like she didn’t want to dive too deeply into the ‘complications’ that had already surfaced. We ended up talking about everything BUT what had happened, or was going to.

My ‘cuckold’ status became apparent when they scheduled the date. Kimiko’s entire attitude toward me and what we were doing became more… not sure how to describe it… more controlling? Dominant? Not like she was ordering me around or anything, but she and Morgan made the plans, ‘telling’ me what we were doing.

There was no discussion about what I wanted or my role. I was the ‘cuckold,’ both of them said several times. ‘We know what you’re going to do…’ she would giggle. And she wasn’t far from wrong. I was just as excited as she was by the time the weekend approached.

This time would be different on several levels. The most important of which was Kimiko’s experience. We no longer had restrictions on what she could wear or do. Jack was there to give her the enormous cock she wanted.

Watching Jack walk in the door made me concerned he might be too big. Thinking about that guy and my 5-foot-3 wife gave me chills. He was massive. Mid-6-feet and had to be 240–250 pounds, at least. He seemed like a dedicated weightlifter or fitness nut because his barrel chest and tree-trunk arms bulged out of his too-tight T-shirt. I had to assume his tool would match the rest of him. His shock of blond hair and crystal blue eyes shone with the intelligence underneath. He was ready to play.

I greeted him at the door alone. Kimiko and Morgan had decided to share this one. I was to be abandoned on the loveseat by myself to enjoy the show. After I fixed a drink and we sat in the living room, the ladies came downstairs to gawking stares from their men.

My wife had on a red lace open crotch teddy that had the breast cups completely missing. Her small breasts didn’t need support, but leaving them exposed got our guest’s attention. Or maybe it was her bare feet and lack of any other makeup. She looked like a luscious nymph, ready to take what she wanted.

Morgan was just the opposite, looking like a total seductress. Her black lace bustier and garter/stocking set with 4-inch stilettos highlighted her much larger breasts by barely covering them. The plunging back and lack of panties told us all what she had in mind. She was a half-a-foot taller than my wife, especially with those heels on.

They entered the room arm-in-arm, giggling and showing themselves to Jack, ignoring me completely. His eyes bulged as big as his muscles at the sight in front of him. I expected it to happen much like the other session, where I would do some undressing and watch them. That wasn’t at all what they had in mind.

Both of them walked up to Jack, pulling him off the sofa. He towered over them, his massive hands stroking them. “Hey, ladies. My name is…”

“Don’t tell us,” Morgan barked, causing him to smile. “We want to pretend this is an anonymous fuck, that we just met you at a bar.”

Jack smiled broader. “I can do that.”

The ladies worked to get his clothes off. When they lay in a pile on the floor, it was my turn to gasp. Holy shit! Morgan hadn’t lied! Soft, he had to be 7–8 inches. I couldn’t imagine how a fully erect version of that would fit inside my diminutive wife.

Obviously, Kimiko had no such doubts. While Morgan stroked his chest and kissed, my wife focused on his lower assets, groaning with each stroke of her hands. I got the impression she had to resist dropping to her knees for more direct stimulation.

The first time she looked back at me was when he grew in her hands. The look of shock was almost comical. Only the flush of her face and chest and those rock-hard nipples betrayed how interested she really was.

Morgan leaned up, whispering in his ear. They moved toward the stairs and the bedroom. No one whispered in MY ear to follow. I wondered for a moment if I was going to be left down here on my own. Just before the first step, Kimiko turned to smile at my surprised look.

“Are you coming?” she smiled. “Don’t come up with any clothes on. You’re not allowed to wear any the rest of the night.”

What the fuck? I almost yelled back at her, even though my shaft had sprung to life, tingling at the words. Was I willing to do this? Have them tell me what to do all night? Inside, the truth pushed out at me. The truth of my position here, of what I really wanted. Yes, I wanted them to be this way. Only watching…

Clothes flew off my body as quickly as I could get them off, chasing them up the stairs.

When I arrived, sitting on the loveseat next to the bed, the action had already started. Jack was lying on his back. Morgan and Kimiko were on either side licking and sucking that log, giggling like schoolgirls… Kimiko especially. She seemed to have gone to another level of excitement. The idea of having that huge thing inside had her giddy.

That playfulness didn’t last. Jack was already hard, wanting some real stimulation. He took charge, pushing Morgan to the top of the bed. Kimiko was on hands and knees in the center as he approached from the back.

Morgan seemed to understand his plan. She scooted forward, spreading her legs for us all to see what she had. Her hips moved closer to Kimiko.

Kimiko looked back at me, nodding. ‘Why aren’t you stroking?’ she mouthed to me. I was so entranced with what was happening, I forgot all about my role. My hand went up to my hard shaft, stroking it up into the air so she could see. She and Morgan exchanged glances, smiling.

That was the last smile my wife had for a while. She groaned as he entered. “So big… please…”

“I’ll take it easy,” Jack chuckled. “Not my first time with a newbie.” He turned to look at me, shrugging his shoulders, as if we were in this together. I just laughed to myself. In this together? Not that I was tiny, but no one had ever complained I was too big!

Once Jack’s massive member pushed inside her, Kimiko cried out with her release, shaking on the bed as he pounded into her, reaching around to squeeze her clit. I thought she would pass out after that one, but the big guy was just getting started.

Now my wife was groaning and cumming, seemingly nonstop! Jack had other plans for her mouth, now only inches from Morgan’s spread legs. He and Morgan exchanged glances, then he pushed Kimiko’s head down toward the bed, directly into Morgan’s waiting pussy.

I was sure my wife would turn her head aside or something… but she didn’t. Her tongue came out, diving straight in, licking Morgan’s folds and clit with each plunge of the shaft that took her. Morgan leaned forward, guiding that tongue where she wanted it, and reaching to twist Kimiko’s hard nipples.

Soon, Morgan, Kimiko, and Jack each had their role. They were working as a team to bring mutual pleasure. Oddly, I felt part of the same team. Morgan kept looking at me as I stroked. We were all bringing our own pleasure to the party.

Jack liked this position, but he wanted to change partners. For the next hour, he would pull out, rearranging the bodies, putting Morgan on her knees for a good pounding. Kimiko didn’t need to be asked. She went straight to the front, spreading her legs as Morgan’s tongue took her place.

What is it with these big cocks and their stamina? That guy had been pounding away… shit, I just got it. He was switching bodies whenever he felt like he was about ready to cum. That’s why he took his time going back in. He HAD done this before! Smart man…

None of that mattered to me. As hot as this was, I couldn’t last. They were probably on the 3rd body switch when I exploded all over myself, grunting loudly with the incredible pleasure. Kimiko was facing me at that time. She smiled, nodding her head, tapping on Morgan to make sure she had heard.

Then they forgot all about me again. Jack certainly did. He pulled out, pushing the ladies out of the way, lying on his back. He lifted Kimiko off the bed, raising her above his throbbing shaft. She grabbed it, found the opening, pushing him back inside.

Now, she had some freedom. Her head turned to me just as I returned from cleaning myself off. My wife flexed her hips, catching my attention. Fuck, and I thought Morgan was a dirty girl.

Kimiko began flexing those hips actively, driving the shaft in, then pulling out so I could see the entire length re-entering with each plunge. She looked at me the entire time she did this, groaning as her hips became more frantic. She never stopped staring at me when she came, as if her body had been disconnected from her brain. Only the deep cry from her throat told me what had happened.

Morgan decided to change things up. She came up beside my wife who was bouncing actively on that rod. She suckled her nipples, pulling Kimiko into long kissing sessions. Both ladies seemed to enjoy that.

Jack pushed her off again, getting Morgan into place for the switch. When he was ready, they went to it. Along the way, when he couldn’t hold off any longer, blasting his load into my wife.

Funny, now that I think about it… all night long, through position after position, he came three times, though never in Morgan, only Kimiko.

Morgan worked that shaft with my viewing clearly in mind. She was slow and methodical, allowing me to watch as each downward plunge filled her. Then she shifted up again, so I could watch her pussy fight his leaving. Jack grunted with each of these. She must have been squeezing him hard with each journey. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the intersection of his shaft and their sex. This was so hot!

Exhaustion set in, even for Jack. They had been going at it for a solid two hours, humping all over the room. He even slammed into Morgan as he leaned her against our dresser! They took breaks after his releases. During those, the ladies cuddled on either side, kissing him and each other. His recovery never took long.

This last go-round, Morgan came over to sit next to me. I was still stiff as a post, stroking slowly, trying to last until the end. There was none of the active touching of before, just watching.

Jack had Kimiko on her back. He kept his weight off her with his elbows, but he was giving her a savage fucking, almost brutal. My wife simply went wild, screaming with each release, making almost unintelligible sounds. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Carson didn’t even win a ‘participation’ trophy compared to this!

The next fifteen minutes shocked me. Kimiko had completely surrendered to her desire, letting him do with her as he wished. And he was rewarding her with the best sex she‘d ever had. I was certain of it. She came again and again, unable and unwilling to stop… ever!

Her legs barely touched the edges of his hips because of his size as she tried to wrap them around, but her ankles pulled at him as best they could. Her voice came back… I shuddered at the intensity.

“Fuck me, Jack… yes… oh god… more…” Over and over.

And he was happy to give her all she wanted, smashing into her. He had become a jackhammer that I was sure would hurt her… but she just wanted more. Morgan gripped my leg as I tensed up, shaking with her reaction.

Finally, he grunted his last, holding himself inside as my wife shrieked at the feeling of his hot cream scorching her insides for the last time. They both collapsed on the bed as he rolled to her side, a hand gently stroking her breasts.

I suddenly realized I hadn’t been breathing in a while, taking heaving gulps of air, almost in rhythm with my bride’s. Morgan finally relaxed beside me.

Jack didn’t hang around. Didn’t even request a shower. His job was done. Morgan walked him down to get his clothes and see him out.

I was so on edge. That last go round had left me shaken, unable to deal with my wife’s brutal fucking and her cries of pleasure as he did it. All I could see were the globs of white cream leaking out of her sex, the irrefutable proof of what I had been witnessing all night.

When Morgan returned, she looked at me in surprise. “What are you doing? Your bride needs you.”

As if shaken from a stupor, I started toward the bathroom, bringing towels along.

“That’s not what I meant. Do it!”

Do what? I stared at her in confusion. She grabbed the back of my head, pushing me toward the bed. I suddenly realized what she meant. To do to her what Morgan had done last time. Ooh… not sure about that. It was a mess. This guy produced almost as much as I did and he had done it three times!

“You know she wants it,” Morgan whispered in my ear. “And you do too.” She reached down, stroking my shaft. I shuddered at her touch. “Clean her up!”

I got on my knees on the bed, leaning my head down. What a fucking mess! Finally, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and leaned forward. I was abruptly aware of my ass in the air, but no longer cared.

My tongue reached out, tentatively at first. Kimiko hadn’t moved at all since Jack left. When I touched warm flesh, her body squirmed, a moan coming out of her mouth. I took a swipe down her thigh… there was so much! She whimpered now. A bolder stroke along her sex, more whimpering. What the hell? Might as well do it!

My tongue went straight into her slit. A rush of white cream followed. I sucked and licked, trying to gather as much as I could. Kimiko’s moan grew deeper as I found more cream to gather. Her hips moved, hands coming up to touch my head.

Those hands guided, gently moving my tongue. I let her pull my hair, as my tongue dove repeatedly wherever she sent me. I couldn’t believe we had never done this before! My heart gave in… to her guidance… feeling the love… her need.

I couldn’t get enough. My tongue couldn’t stop. I groaned as a pair of hands gripped my turgid rod. No need to look. It was Morgan.

She whispered to me. “Love your wife, my cuckold. And let me love you back. Give yourself to us.”

I felt something crack inside me, a last layer of resistance swept away. My tongue found her slit, moving up to help by sucking on her clit. The hard fucking was over. This was gentle, tender. Even Morgan’s stroking was slow, steady. Her other hand massaged my ass.

Love swirled in the room as I finally let go. Kimiko had my head firmly in her hands as Morgan picked up the pace. The two of them used me as they wished. My wife’s cry of release sent me over the edge, as Morgan giggled at the stream of my cum going all over the bedsheet.

I collapsed on the bed, barely able to breathe. My wife pulled on my hair softly. ‘Come up,’ her touch said. I did, crawling up to lie beside her. Morgan came to my other side. Both of ‘my women’ cuddled up against me.

“I told you,” Morgan laughed. “Much better than Carson.”

My wife giggled. She lifted herself to kiss me sweetly, smiling at the remains of her goo still on my face.

“Did you like Morgan’s hand on your cock? I asked her to do that for me if you did cleanup. I’m so glad you did. It pleases me so much when she… touches you.” She looked over at Morgan. “She loves you so much. Always has.”

I was confused, moving my head back and forth between them. They had said nothing to each other, but their eyes did, talking a language all their own.

Laying my head back on the pillow, I just laid there, breathing, enjoying this turn my life had taken. My wife had just asked my best friend to touch me. And I wanted her to so much.

“Yes, my love. I enjoyed that very much,” I said. Their grins of joy left me unsure of where this was going. I was just glad it was.

To be continued in Part 10…

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