Not really enemies as such, but my wife Debbie did fuck two work colleagues of mine, neither of which I got on with.
One only confessed to me via a Facebook chat a couple of years ago, some 21 years after they'd had sex. The timing seems to be just before I thought she'd first cuckolded me by dating a young customer from the shop she worked in. She told my colleague that we'd split up (we hadn't) and visited him at home for a coffee. He insists she almost wouldn't take no for an answer and as he thought we'd split up, he took her to his bedroom and dutifully obliged. He then went to work that evening and boasted to another guy we all knew that he'd fucked Pete's wife earlier that afternoon. That was the only part of his confession that annoyed me, that he'd bragged about it. I knew they'd been friendly, we'd even rowed about him and a huge phone bill I found hidden full of his number, so I wasn't actually that surprised that they'd fucked. Only the once apparently, though once I'd admitted that around that time Debbie had been given a "free pass" he said that it's a shame things weren't better between the two of us as he'd have happily carried fucking my wife for me on a regular basis with my knowledge.
The other one had had his eye on my wife virtually as soon as he joined the company and had seen her with me in our works' social club. She told me years later that he'd asked her out when I wasn't about, but despite being tempted she'd declined his offer. She was still a good girl then! Many years passed and he'd left the firm when one day Debbie received a friend request from him on her Facebook. Soon they were messaging and texting one another all day every day. I could see where this was going, even though we'd agreed that she wouldn't go with anyone I knew so I couldn't put a face to the name.
She told me she'd tried to fix him up with our lodger at the time, Marie, but he'd said it was Debbie he wanted. She somewhat cryptically said that she felt like she "was getting into something she couldn't get out of" and I heard myself re-assuring her that it was okay and to take things with him as far as she felt comfortable with. Put at ease by this, she made arrangements to meet up with him for a coffee or a dr1nk, but 2 or 3 times he cancelled. I thought nothing was going to happen after all, but one Sunday afternoon I returned from running the kids somewhere and Debbie had gone out. His wife was out so he'd suggested Debbie go to his house and not bother with a bra or panties. She did as she was told, getting in a cab in just a short blue denim mini-skirt, a thin white top and white shoes.
Later I was summoned to pick her up from the end of his road. She was shivering when I got there (it was a cold February day) and got into the car with the words, "Well, that wasn't all that!" I was a bit dumbstruck, for some reason not expecting them to have fucked, but fuck they had. "What? You fucked him?", I asked. "Yep!", she replied with a big grin on her face. "You'd better get me home quick cos his cum's leaking out of me and I don't want to get it on the seat."
We couldn't do anything ourselves until the kids were all as1eep, but in bed she told me how they quickly gone to his room and were soon kissing and cuddling on his bed. My wife's top was soon removed for Mick to massage and suck her tits and with her skirt joining her top on the floor, he'd fingered her and licked her out, before mounting her. No mention was made of him using a condom. Even hours later there was no hiding the fact that my wife had been fucked well and fucked hard, despite her saying that his cock was small, half the size of mine, and that the sex hadn't been "all that". Her shaved pussy was red, puffy and still gaping open and when I went down on her I could taste her familiar juices mixed with a new ingredient pumped into her by Mick. I could just picture him with that smug smirk on his face after finally succeeding in getting my wife into bed after 22 years of trying, maybe fucking her hard because he knew me or perhaps as punishment for making him wait so long.
It wasn't until he'd accepted my friend request on Facebook and I'd plucked up the courage to chat to him about Debbie and that I'd given her permission to go with him and anyone else she wanted to have sex with that I discovered that they'd actually carried on fucking on and off for the next 2-3 years until he'd moved away. It was usually at her instigation, presumably when she needed fucking harder than I did. He told me that Debbie wasn't actually that good in bed, not as good as he'd expected or hoped, but was happy to make use of my wife's cunt from time to time. He did say he enjoyed her sucking his cock though and that she had nice tits, great legs and a lovely tight, wet pussy. They even went away on holiday for a week once as husband and wife, when I though she was with another guy altogether. She told me how much sex she'd had that week, just not that it Mick she was with.
We chatted at length about Debbie and eventually he persuaded me to show him pictures of my new girlfriend. He told me in no uncertain terms that he wants her next as he's never had two women "belonging" to the same guy before and that he'd happily report back to tell me how the two compare in bed. I'd be lying if the idea didn't arouse me, but she'd never go for it. He also looked at photos of my first wife and the woman I lived with in between wives and said how good it would have been to fuck every woman I've ever had a relationship with.
Peter C
