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Out Of The Frying Pan
by Timmytwo (address withheld)
quick edit by AB-2007

***

A young married couple finds themselves enlightened 
from their sexual prudishness. (MMF, reluc, bi, oral, 
voy)

***

We moved into the apartment in June. Just one year of 
marriage and this was our second apartment. We liked 
the first apartment but something happened there that 
really upset both of us and we moved out. 

The landlord lived below us. He was a widower. I 
figured he was around fifty years old. He seemed nice 
enough at first but he kept getting more and more 
friendly. He was always around. I guess Patty and I 
were pretty dumb not to see what was going on right 
away. He was actually making passes at Patty. All of it 
was sort of low key and nothing you could really put 
your hand on.

He did stuff like come up to the apartment early in the 
morning right after I would leave for work and tell 
Patty he needed to inspect the apartment. We knew that 
he had the right to as it stated in our lease so Patty 
would let him in. She told me that she was very 
uncomfortable because she would not have had time to 
get dressed and she would be wearing her shortie nighty 
and a light robe. 

She told me that he spent a lot of time in our bedroom 
and in our bathroom and then he would come into the 
kitchen and sit and talk to her about all kinds of 
stuff. He kept telling her that if she needed anything 
he would be glad to help her out anytime. She said he 
would take her arm and pat her on the shoulder. Then 
one day I came home and Patty was sitting the kitchen. 

She was acting nervous and sort of wringing her hands. 

I sat down across from her. "What's up?" I asked. 

"Don't be mad at me," she whispered. 

"For what?"

"I-I kissed him."

"You what?" 

"Well no, I mean he kissed me and I let him. It sort of 
happened before I knew what he was going to do." 

"What the hell are you talking about?" I shouted." 

"Calm down," She said she was angry that I was upset. 
"I told you it was not my fault. He hugged me the way 
he has done a couple of times before and then he sort 
of caught me off guard. He sort of trapped me between 
him and the sink and kissed me."

I didn't know what to say. I stared at her. "Are you 
ok?" I queried. 

"Ok? Yea, I guess so," she replied, looking down at the 
floor. 

I looked at her lips. I envisioned his lips pressing 
against hers. I thought about him pinning her against 
the sink and putting his mouth on hers. Her lips were 
wet and soft. I felt a stirring in my pants. I was 
angry with myself for the feelings the thought of him 
kissing her brought in me. I don't know where the 
question came from. "Did it feel good? I mean did it 
feel like me kissing you? I mean was it different?"

She looked at me and touched her lips. "I don't know," 
she said. 

We made the decision to move and move we did that very 
weekend. What is the hell was going on I thought to 
myself. This guy is trying to get my wife in bed? Did 
that old man think he could take my young wife to bed? 
What would she have done if he had trapped her in the 
bedroom and touched her and - Oh God, I couldn't think 
of the possibilities. I felt the stirring in my pants 
again. 

I tried to turn off the thoughts but they kept coming. 
I envisioned her in her shorty night gown lying across 
the bed with that lecherous old man leaning over her 
and pushing her nighty up. I imagined him lying between 
her legs and his ass going up and down, in and out 
putting his dick in her. 

What would she be doing? Would she be resisting or 
would she be moaning and enjoying the dick moving in 
and out of her. I wondered if his dick was bigger than 
mine. We had a problem in that department. I was small 
and it was hard to please her. She never said anything 
but I knew it. I even stuffed a condom with toilet 
tissue once to make me bigger. I tried to do it without 
her knowing but she knew something was wrong and caught 
me. She didn't like it. 

I knew stuff like that went on in the world, guys 
trying to have sex with other guy's wives but I never 
thought it would happen to us.

I felt both a sense of relief and a bit of a 
disappointment when we moved. I was ashamed to admit 
even to myself that I was wondering what would have 
happened if we had continued to live there. 

So we moved, like I said, in June. The AC didn't work. 
Damn! if it wasn't one thing it was another. When I got 
home from work we spent the evenings sitting on the 
stoop.

That was how we met Jessie. Jessie had a townhouse. He 
was an owner where a lot of people there were tenants. 
Jessie was around 40 I guess. He told us he had never 
married. Patty met him before I did. He didn't work. I 
don't know why. Maybe he was rich I didn't know but he 
stayed home most of the time. Then he came over and 
gave Patty some strawberries. Picked them himself, he 
said and they would be good with ice cream on a hot 
day.

Jessie was a golfer. I didn't know a thing about golf. 
patty had played when she was a little girl. She still 
had a set of clubs.

Jessie offered to take us golfing and I declined. Patty 
accepted. I was a bit surprised that she did. she was 
usually more reserved. They were gone all day that 
Saturday and Patty came home happy and tired. She said 
Jessie was good and had given her some lessons and they 
were going to play again the next weekend. 

I didn't really mind. Patty was a lot of fun and she 
was very pretty with her red hair and I was sure Jessie 
was loving sporting her in front of all the other guys 
at the golf course. After all he was 40 or better and 
old enough to be her father.

Saturday's tee time was 8:am so Patty was up early and 
gone before I even got out of bed. I expected them back 
by noon but it was closer to three before they 
returned. "Why so late?" I asked.

"Oh we stopped for a drink at the club house with 
Jessie's friends." 

"Really!?" 

"Yea, there were like five guys in the clubhouse and 
they all knew Jessie. They were a lot of fun."

I was jealous, so the following Saturday I invited 
myself along. Jessie didn't seem to mind and Patty was 
anxious to show me her improved golf game. 

Well two to a cart so I was odd man out. I had a cart 
and Jessie and Patty shared one. I duffed along as best 
I could and watched Jessie and Patty laughing and 
joking and hugging each other after a good shot. 

Then I noticed that Jessie spent most of his time in 
the cart with his hand on Pattie's leg. Since she was 
wearing a short golfing skirt that meant that his hand 
was on the bare skin of her thigh. I began to situate 
my cart so that I could better observe what was going 
on between the two of them. 

He hugged her and patted her leg on the fifth hole for 
making par. He accentuated the pat on my wife's leg 
with a squeeze of her thigh and a hug and a peck on the 
cheek on the sixth. He sent me back to the clubhouse 
for drinks on the ninth. 

When I returned to the resting place I discovered Patty 
and Jessie and three other guys all in the hut laughing 
and fooling around. Patty ws sandwiched between Jessie 
and some guy I had never seen before.

When I entered the hut Jessie introduced me around and 
the guy who was now standing with his arm around 
Pattie's shoulder complimented me on having such a sexy 
wife. I thought the word sexy was not appropriate but 
no one else seemed to  notice it including Patty.

There was a cooler and ice and whiskey. there were 
those bottled mixed drinks with 12 percent alcohol 
content. Patty hardly ever drank. She was tipsy. She 
was asking for another when I walked in. 

My wife was the center of attention. All the guys 
seemed to be taking turns standing by her and putting 
their arm around her. 

What the heck. I downed a couple of beers and one of 
those mixed things in a bottle. I wanted to have fun 
too. We played the back nine and I was exhausted. The 
booze was taking it's toll. We stopped into the 
clubhouse for another round which turned into three 
before everyone who was in the hut made it back to the 
club house.

Patty was again the center of attention. Some of the 
guys left and I was very pleased when Jessie whispered 
in my ear that we needed to get out of there. He 
confided in me that a couple of the guys wee getting to 
fresh with Patty and we needed to get her home. He then 
confided in me that he had invited a couple of the guys 
to come with us and we would end the day with a cook 
out on his patio.

Jessie's living room was dark and soft. That is the 
best way I can describe it. I lasted about five minutes 
after we arrived. The booze, the fresh air and the 
exercise got me. I passed out on his sofa.

I woke to a dark room and voices. I lay very still 
trying to get my bearings. I realized that Patty was on 
the matching sofa across the room. She was there 
between two of Jessie's buddies. One of them had his 
arm around her. They were talking softly. She was 
giggling and pushing at the guy to her right who had 
his arm around her. Not hard pushing, just playful 
pushing.

I listened and my ears burned with what they were 
hearing. 

"Come on those tits are not real." 

A giggle. 

"Oh yes they are." 

"Nah." 

"Oh yes." 

"Ok prove it." 

"Let me see them."

More giggles.

"No way." 

More giggles and more playful shoving. I peered into 
the low light. The guy on her left reached up and sort 
of caressed her left breast. 

She jumped and squealed, "Stop it!"

More giggles. 

"We just want to settle the argument so just relax and 
let me prove it one way or the other. I'll give you 
twenty bucks of the fifty I have bet that those are 
your real tits."

More giggles. 

"Ok."

I couldn't believe my ears. Patty had just given that 
total stranger permission to feel her breasts!

"Ok give me the twenty." 

"I've got another ten if I can kiss them."

"No way!"

"Relax." 

Giggles. 

He was leaning down and I realized that he ws kissing 
her breasts. Not only was he kissing her breasts he had 
moved her blouse aside and was kissing her exposed 
nipple! I felt the stirring in my pants again.

I stared intently into the dim light as the scene 
unfolded in front of me. I could hear Patty protesting 
in a not very convincing way as one of the guys, the 
one who had been kissing her tit pressed her to the 
sofa behind the guy sitting to her right. The guy on 
her right just moved to the floor and kneeled by the 
sofa. A hand slid up her leg taking her short skirt 
with it. 

I could see my wife's panties. The guy kneeling on the 
floor took her leg in his hands and pulled until her 
foot was resting on the floor. The guy who had pressed 
her down on the sofa ws laying between her legs all of 
a sudden! His hand roamed across her bare hip and up 
under her skirt. I heard her gasp and saw his wrist 
working in a circular motion. He was touching Patty's 
vagina! 

Why was I frozen in place. I was mesmerized by what was 
going on in front of me with the two guys and my young 
wife. Patty's legs were bare. He was on top of her 
kissing her. He was pulling at her breast that he had 
managed to get completely out of her blouse. patty was 
meekly protesting and pushing at his chest. the guy on 
the floor was running his hand up and down her leg, 
pausing at her crotch with every pass to press on her 
pussy.

Patty's protests were muffled by the guy lying on top 
of her when he put his mouth over hers and began to 
kiss and suck on her mouth. All I could hear was a 
muffled noise coming from her. I don't know why I 
didn't jump up and put an end to the activities going 
on in front of me but I lay there becoming more and 
more aware of the painful erection I had developed. 
"You in?" It was a question from the guy on the floor. 
He was holding Patty's leg apart from the other. 

I realized the guy on top had loosened his pants and 
was making thrusting motions with his hips. He was 
fucking patty! "Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh god, yes!" I could 
hear the pleasure in her voice.

Then I head him, "Oh fuck! I'm in and you've got one 
hell of a tight pussy! Oh fuck this is delicious."

With each thrust patty grunted as the air was pushed 
out of her. "Uh, uh, uh. YES!, of fuck YES!"

He was fucking my little wife right there in front of 
me.

My hand snaked down my front and into my pants. I 
gripped my aching cock and squeezed. The guy on top of 
her slammed into her a couple of times extra hard and 
then froze. He was cumming! His groans filled room. 
Patty's head was back at an awkward angle. The veins in 
her neck were standing out. 

My wife was making little wheedling sounds and 
thrusting her hips back at her seducer. He grasped her 
hips, one in each hand and held her steady as he drove 
one more time as deep into her pussy as he could and 
jerked spasmodically as he splattered his seed deep in 
her cunt.

He moved back to a kneeling position and then slid back 
making room for his friend who had remained at their 
side for the whole show. the second guy quickly moved 
between her legs and ignoring her protests he used his 
hand to insert himself into her heated pussy. He began 
to fuck her with a rhythm that she soon matched.

This time it was her body that jerked and thrust as she 
wrapped her arms around the new assailant and held him 
close to her as she soaked and greased his driving cock 
with her glorious climax.

They left only after they had both gave her a parting 
kiss and a squeeze of her swollen cunt. She lay there 
breathing deeply, her hands overlapping her pussy as if 
to protect it from another assault. I didn't want her 
to know that I had witnessed the whole thing. That I 
was laying there with my cum soaked pants trying to 
regulate my own breath so that she could not hear me 
breathing and remember that I existed.

The room was very quite. I sensed that she was 
sleeping. My mind was whirling. How did all of this 
happen. My innocent wife had just been fucked by two 
guys she didn't even know. After all of the 
conversation about our past landlord, all of the 
concerns, she just spread her legs and fucked two guys.

It was then that Jessie entered the room. Oh god, I 
thought. Is he going to fuck her now? He padded softly 
across the room. I realized that he had taken his shoes 
off. He came and stood beside me. I closed my eyes and 
pretended to be asleep. I sensed him looking down at 
me. then I felt his hand. He touched my leg. He felt 
near my crotch. He chuckled. "Timmy." He whispered my 
name. "Timmy!" more urgently this time. 

I pretended to suddenly awake. I whispered, "Oh hi, 
where is everyone? Is the party over?" 

He smiled down at me in the dim light.

"Feels like you were having your own little party," he 
whispered. He emphasized his words by pressing his hand 
into the wet spot around my crotch. 

"W-what?" I could not think of anything to say. 

"It's ok, I know. Patty told me about your last 
landlord. You both just needed the time and place to be 
yourselves." 

"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered. 

"Here, let me show you," he murmured. I felt as he took 
my hand and placed it on his pant leg. I immediately 
felt the bulge under it. I jerked my hand back. 

"Wait a minute, it's ok. Just relax. I want to show you 
something." He took my hand again and returned it to 
the bulge in his pants. He held my hand there. "Did you 
watch Eddie and Jeff fuck Patty?" 

I nodded in the dark. 

"I want to hear you say it. did you watch them fuck 
your wife?"

"Yes."

"Yes. Did you enjoy it?" 

I was silent. 

"You did. I know you did." Again he emphasized his 
words by pressing against the wet spot around my 
crotch. "You want to watch me fuck her? Here feel 
this."

My hand was returned to the bulge in  his pants. "Think 
she can handle this?' He chuckled. "I have an idea. Why 
don't you handle it for her? Her tight little pussy 
must be worn out by now. Here touch it." He still had 
my hand and now he slid it inside the opening in his 
pans. 

I felt the shock of warm flesh against my knuckles and 
jerked my hand back. 

"No, no," he cautioned. "Just relax." Again he returned 
my hand to his opening and this time I did  not resist. 
I felt my knuckles brushing against the warm flesh. 

"Turn your hand around," he instructed me.

I did. I now felt his cock with my fingertips. 

"Take it," he said. "Take it like you are going to jerk 
it off." 

I did as he instructed. I turned my head to peer into 
the dark in the direction of my drunken sleeping wife. 
I felt nervous sweat on my upper lip. I was anxious and 
afraid at the same time. 

"You need to do this for me and this night will always 
be our secret," he whispered into my ear.

I could feel his breath on the side of my face and then 
I felt his tongue, wet and warm brush against my ear 
lobe. "I am going to fuck  your mouth," he whispered in 
a quite matter of fact way. 

"No!" I protested. "I don't do that." 

"It's ok. It's just between you and me. You'll be doing 
Patty a favor because," he hesitated. "Now listen, if 
you don't suck me off I'm going to wake her up and make 
her suck me off." He grasped a handful of my hair and 
forcefully turned my face to him. 

I felt the bulbous end of his cock pressing against my 
cheek. He used his hand to slide it back and forth 
across my face. I lay motionless with my head jammed as 
hard against the sofa as I could get it. I was trying 
to avoid the slick smoothness of his cock head as it 
glided across my cheeks and around my lips until it 
came to rest with the head pressing gently against my 
pursed lips. He pressed forward and I opened my mouth 
to receive him. 

His cock was big. I made an "O" with my mouth and it 
didn't seem big enough. My tongue was in the way as he 
pushed further into my mouth. I stopped breathing at 
fist and then realized that I could breath thru my 
nose. It was not as I had expected. I could feel the 
hardness and the softness of his cock all at the same 
time. I tested it's texture with the end of my tongue. 
He moaned when I did. 

I was inexplicably pleased that I had pleased him. I 
felt the saliva building in my mouth as his cock began 
to work it's way slowly back and forth. It was sliding 
along the inside of my cheeks and going deeper into my 
mouth until I panicked as I felt the head fill my 
throat. "Relax," He hissed. 

I did. 

He fucked my mouth and I tongued his shaft slithering 
in and out until I felt him stiffen. I felt the 
vibrations of his cum trailing along the length of his 
shaft until it burst into my throat filling my airway. 
I thought I was going to choke or drown until I began 
to swallow quickly and repeatedly. I sucked him dry as 
though I had sucked a hundred cocks.

He withdrew his sagging cock from my mouth and stood 
up. "Good boy," he said. "When I fuck Patty tomorrow, 
perhaps you would like to join us? I think Patty would 
be fascinated watching you clean my cock off after I've 
fucked her. She might like to watch me fuck your ass 
too."

He left and I fell asleep worrying and wondering about 
what the new day would bring.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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