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Devil's Pact, Tales of the Bargain Incident: Lesbian Cuckold

Devil's Pact

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

Copyright 2014

Devil's Pact, Tales of the Bargain Incident: Lesbian Cuckold

Note. This comes the week after the incident at Best Buy after Christy, whose wife Ashley was one of the victims in the incident.

Thursday, June 6, 2013 – Christy Shelley – Tacoma, WA

“Hello Christy!” - said Adam, looking out from behind the roof of his office. “Something wild is going on in South Hill.”

I looked at Adam. He had piercing blue eyes that melted every woman in the office when he looked at them. Well, every woman except me. I preferred melting blue eyes to a woman like my wife, Ashley. She had such beautiful gray-blue eyes that I could lose myself in for hours.

"What?" - I asked curiously.

I liked Adam. He didn't have that hungry look in his eyes like most men do when they find out you're gay and have a pinup wife. Since I started working at DaVita's Tacoma office last fall, I quickly became friends with Adam. It turns out we have a lot in common - Seahawks enjoying a beer after work and looking at a pretty woman's ass and tits. We were both married, but that wouldn't be hard to see, would it?

“Some kind of gas attack,” he said. Adam replied. “At the best price.”

I frowned, something in the depths of my soul tormenting me. Then my eyes widened in sudden fear. As I was walking out the door this morning, Ashley vaguely mentioned that she needed to go to Best Buy for something. I reached for my phone; I had to call her and make sure she was okay. The phone rang and rang and rang. When she didn't answer, it felt like my heart was in my throat.

"Call me now"; I almost screamed at her voicemail.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” he said. Adam comforted me as he came and sat on the edge of my desk.

"I... yeah, she was probably just driving or something," she said. I lied to myself. Ashley always answered her calls, even when she was driving. It drove me crazy.

Adam squeezed my shoulder and swore. “Here comes Gretchen.”

He stormed out of my cubicle before our boss, an alarmed Gretchen Dix, could yell at him. She was over fifty, she was as thin as a stick, as if all the fluid had been drained from her. Her hair was pulled back so tightly into a bun that her face was forever frozen in a frown. She was like a vulture, constantly hovering at the edges, waiting to swoop down and devour the dying animal.

"MS. Shelley, this is work, not a coffee party," she said. - she said snooty, looking at me over her long nose. "Stop flirting with Mr. Upton and get to work. I need Medicare bills.

“I wasn’t flirting, Mrs. Deeks,” he said. I answered. Gretchen is a big fan of last names. I felt sorry for the poor man who was married to this hooligan. “I’m gay, remember. And he got married. Well, if you don't mind, this is Mrs. Shelley.

“See you at noon, Miss Shelley,” she continued, ignoring my words. “Your half-year report is getting closer.”

I gritted my teeth and nodded. I went back to the computer but couldn't figure out my Medicare bills. My thoughts were too preoccupied with the possible fate of my wife. Gas attack. What does that mean? Like sarin gas? Are people dying in South Hill? I called Ashley a second time. Nothing. What happened? Is Ashley okay? Crap!

I got up and went to the bathroom, went to the back stall and felt tears streaming down my face as I hugged myself. “Ashley is fine,” I kept telling myself. Ashley is fine. Her phone must have been broken and she didn't notice. Ashley is fine. I grabbed my phone and googled information about the gas attack. I was relieved when I saw that there were no injuries. It's just a type of gas that makes people behave inappropriately.

Inappropriate? What does that mean?

Somewhat relieved that at least she wasn't dead, I got out of the cabin and splashed water on my face. I dried myself with a paper towel and checked my makeup. I touched up my lipstick and mascara. Even with makeup, I was ugly; dull brown eyes on a round face. My lips were small, my nose was too big and my brown hair fell freely over my face. Flat, uninteresting brown color. I was the opposite of my wife in every way. She was tall and blonde; her beautiful face with strong cheekbones that gave her a fierce look. Magnificent Valkyrie, I would joke. And her breasts. They were size 36 DDs, with big nipples that I liked to bury my face in. I only had small B cups. That was practically an A-cup. I had no hips and a flat butt, and my Ashley had an hourglass figure and a great butt.

My phone rang and I jumped. I pulled it out of my pocket with difficulty. I could not find it. My handbag was a complete mess: a large black leather wallet; additional tampons; lipstick tubes, half of them empty; blush;packs of wet wipes; and plastic packaging. Finally, I pulled out my phone and was relieved to see Ashley calling.

"Thank god!" I gasped into the phone.

"Hello baby"; - Ashley answered a little tiredly. "I'm... um... going to the hospital."

“Oh no, are you serious?”

“Um... well, it's hard to explain. I was at Best Buy and, uh...”

“I heard there was a gas attack,” he said. - I said quickly.

“Yes, according to her, that’s what happened. Hmm, that was strange. The gas forced us to do something...”

"What?" I asked.

“Um, that’s hard to explain. Just come to the hospital, okay? That's good, Sam.

“I’m on my way, Ashley.”

I ran all the way to the hospital not caring if I got a ticket. I had to see my wife. I hugged my wife when I found her in the exam room. She sat in her stirrups as if she were about to have a gynecological exam. I cried when Ashley told me what happened. My wife was gang raped. Some crazy guy got a whole bunch of guys fucking each other, and one guy after another took advantage of my wife.

"Everything is fine with me"; Ashley protested after the exam. “Just take me home, Christy.”

Ashley said she was fine but wasn't the same. In the days that followed, her interest in sex waned significantly. My young wife constantly begged me for sex, and most of the time I was the one who refused. Now when we had sex, Ashley would give me great orgasms, but when I returned the favor, she just couldn't continue. “I just have to be patient,” I kept telling myself. She went through the ordeal. I advised her to see a therapist, but she insisted everything was fine. So I decided to be the best and most supportive wife in the world. I didn't marry her for sex, but because she was a wonderful, caring woman.

“Christy, the sink is broken,” she said. Ashley said when she called me at work. It was Monday morning, my first day after the attack. I took last Friday off to spend time with Ashley.

"Well, ask Rick if he can fix it." Rick was our neighbor and always helped when something went wrong in our house. I had two thumbs on my left hand and Ashley was just hopeless with tools. Ashley is on summer break from college. She was looking for a part-time job, but at the moment had nothing to do other than hang around the house. “I have to go, Gretchen is coming here.”

“Okay, I love you, Christy.”

When I got home from work I heard the washing machine running and saw Ashley making our bed. “This is strange,” I thought. I made my bed this morning before I went to work. Ashley was wearing a bathrobe and her blonde hair was wet, as if she had just gotten out of the shower.

"Hello baby"; I said hello.

"Oh, hello Christy!" - Ashley murmured, blushing guiltily.

"What?" - I asked, frowning. “Why are there pink sheets on the bed?”

"I... uh... spilled red wine on the sheets," he said. She answered. “Sorry, I’ll wash them now. I don't think there will be any stains."

“Oh, everything is fine”; - I said and kissed her. Ashley broke the kiss and quickly went back to making the bed. I suppressed a sigh. “So, Rick is here?”

"Yes,"; Ashley answered, out of breath and with a smile on her lips. "He... um... he took care of the... uh... problem."

"Oh good. He's a helpful guy. Good with his hands.

Ashley smiled tenderly. “You have no idea, Christy. And he has a great command of his instrument!”

It was nice to see her smiling again, even if she was acting a little strange.

That night Ashley was more relaxed than after the incident, almost back to normal, which made me happy. She had been tense since the incident and I was glad to see that she had found a way out. In bed, Ashley attacked me and licked me to a screaming orgasm. When I offered to return the favor, she yawned and said she was too tired. After this great sperm I was tired too, snuggled up to my wife and fell asleep.

When I got home the next day, Ashley had put her robe back on and looked like she had just taken a shower. I found blue sheets on the bed and pink sheets in the laundry room. Neither of us liked pink sheets. It was a gift from my mother, who had strange ideas about what lesbians liked.

“I have good news,” Ashley said excitedly. “I got my old job back as a bartender at Lady Luck.”

I blinked in surprise. “I thought you hated working there. You said the boys were just hitting on you.

Ashley shrugged. "It wasn't that bad and I made good money. "Maybe we can afford to buy a hot tub." There was a twinkle in my wife's eye. She must be very happy about this hot tub so she can go back to work at Lady Luck.

“Okay, but don’t let those men grope you,” I joked.reached out to grab my wife's ass under her robe.

"Oh yeah"; - Ashley replied, moving away from my playful hands. “I don’t want to be groped by a bunch of guys.”

I frowned, her gaze was distant as if she was thinking about something, and a blush appeared on her cheeks. "What?" I asked her.

Ashley frowned in confusion.

“You had such a strange look,” he said. I told her.

She smiled. “Just imagining how much fun I could have in the hot tub.”

"When do you start?"

"Next week. They want me to work Fridays and Saturdays and maybe one shift during the week."

When I came home from work on Wednesday, I found my wife sleeping naked in our rumpled bed. "You are OK?" I asked.

"What?" She yawned and then her eyes opened in shock. “Oh, you came home early?”

“No, you fell asleep, stupid”; - I said, shaking my head.

She pulled the sheets over her body, obviously embarrassed at being caught sleeping naked. I took off my work blouse and skirt and changed into more comfortable clothes. “I’ll start dinner,” he said. I told her about it and saw the relief that came over my wife.

I shook my head, surprised by her strange behavior, and went into the kitchen. Just be patient with her, Christy. It hasn't even been a week yet. I heard the shower start; She's certainly been showering a lot these days. Maybe she feels dirty because of what happened to her. As I put the chicken in the oven I heard the washing machine start and then Ashley came out. She was happy, almost jumping across the room and beaming positively.

“You’re in a good mood,” he said. I smiled.

"Yes,"; she grinned. “Mmm, I’m starving.”

“Hmm, because lying around the house all day really makes you hungry,” she said. I joked.

“You have no idea,” he said. Ashley laughed.

“What are you washing?”

"Oh, the sheets!" She sighed. “I spilled more wine on her. Sorry."

"You're getting really clumsy," he said. I giggled and shook my head. "At this rate, you're wearing out our puck."

After dinner, Ashley hit me. She pushed me onto our bed, yanked me the panties off and just went around my pussy. Her tongue was everywhere and she used three fingers in my pussy. She managed to give me multiple orgasms and when she was done, I was excited to return the favor.

"Everything is fine with me"; Ashley shrugged and turned to go to bed.

"Oh, alright"; I sighed in disappointment. I just had to be patient with her.

The next day was Thursday, a week after the attack; I decided to leave work early to cook Ashley a delicious candlelit dinner. I planned to make her favorite dish, so on the way home I stopped at the market to buy lobster tails and a bottle of good wine. After dinner we were able to drink wine and cuddle on the sofa.

I entered the house; The front door was unlocked and Ashley's car was parked in the driveway. I quickly put the lobster in the fridge and wondered where my wife was. I heard something, a noise, coming from the back of the house. I frowned, it almost sounded like a woman moaning. As I walked through the living room into the hallway that led to our bedroom, I heard another moan.

Passionate moans.

It was clearly a woman gasping in pleasure. Fear gripped my heart as I looked down the hallway. The door to our bedroom was open. Ashley cheated on me? I froze, my stomach growling in terror.

"Oh shit!" A man's voice groaned.

I relaxed; She has to watch porn. We had a small collection of DVDs and some of them featured men. Ashley loved cuckold porn. The thought that a weak husband would allow his wife to fuck whoever she wanted irritated her.

I decided to catch them in the act. “Maybe I can help her cope,” I thought mischievously. I took off my shoes and walked quietly down the corridor. I heard the slap of flesh and the creaking of the mattress. I got closer and closer to the bedroom door. The lights in the hallway turned off and I hid in the dark shadows. I knew from experience that Ashley wouldn't see me until I got to the door.

“Fuck, your pussy is tight!” The man moaned.

The woman giggled. “Mmm, your cock is so fucking hard, Rick!”

I'm cold. It was Ashley's voice.

No, I told myself. It just sounds like her voice. And it's just a coincidence that the guy in the porn is called Rick. This is a common name. Ashley is gay. She wouldn't fuck our neighbor. Just take a few more steps and you will see her masturbating with one of our many sex toys. I forced myself to take this step. I could see the room but not the bed. One more step.

My heart broke.

There was my wife, my beautiful Ashley, naked and riding a man. at the topRick. I could see her left breast bouncing as it moved up and down. Rick's hand grabbed her plump ass and I could see his hard cock disappearing into my wife's pussy. Ashley's head was thrown back, her blonde hair flowing to the sides.

“Why, Ashley?” - I whispered to myself.

And everything made sense. Why did Ashley change the sheets, shower, and act so strange around me? My wife had an affair. With a man. I wanted to storm in and scream at them, to explode with righteous anger. I wanted her to feel as terrible as I did about her heartbreaking betrayal.

I wanted to rush in, but I stood rooted to the spot, my eyes glued to the sight of the cock disappearing into my wife's cunt. I licked my lips. She really liked it; that hurt the most. She cheated not only on me but also on a man. I felt an itch between my legs and without realizing what I was doing, I put my hand down my pants, into my panties and found my pussy.

I was wet.

I began rubbing my pussy, rolling my hard clit between my fingers as I watched my wife writhe on top of Rick. She jumped faster and faster. I pushed two fingers inside myself. I had never felt so wet in my life; My breathing quickened as I masturbated furiously. I bit my lip and suppressed a groan. Why was I so excited? It was so wrong!

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" Ashley gasped. "Oh God!"

“Fucking whore!” Rick groaned. “Oh fuck, your pussy is swaying on me!” You fucking whore! I'm going to cum in your lesbian pussy!”

"Yes / Yes!" she moaned. “Cum in my pussy!”

I came as Rick filled my wife with his cum, shaking quietly in the hallway. I almost fell, holding onto the wall with my outstretched hand, when powerful pleasure exploded within me. My vision darkened and I saw stars. It was one of the most amazing sperms of my life. Guilt flooded my veins and spread the cold throughout my body. Why did I masturbate? Why did the sight of my unfaithful wife fucking a man excite me so much? What is wrong with me?

“Hmm, I needed that,” he said. Ashley purred. “But you should leave before Christy gets home.”

Same time tomorrow? heart pounding for him to leave, I licked the tart juice from my fingers. Images of Ashley on Rick kept flashing through my mind and my slutty pussy got wet again.

What is wrong with me?

I heard the shower turn on and the front door slam as Rick left. I decided to confront my wife. I didn't care what happened to her at Best Buy last week, that didn't give her the right to cheat on me. To hurt me. I quickly walked through the house and let my anger out. I went into the bedroom, the bed was still a mess from her adultery and there was a big wet stain on the sheets. I swung open the bathroom door and saw Ashley leap through the distorted glass of the shower door, her figure becoming a blob through the glass.

“Christie?”

I could hear the guilt and fear in her voice. Anger shot through me. This was the same guilt I had felt from her all week. God, how could I be so stupid. All signs of their betrayal were everywhere. I grabbed the sliding shower door and pulled it open. Steam came out and Ashley froze, water running down her curvaceous body, the washcloth she was holding in one hand freezing to her groin.

My unfaithful, slutty wife tried to make amends for her betrayal.

"Christie?" Ashley asked again. "What happened?" She tried to sound casual.

I went into the shower and fell to my knees. What I did? Why didn't I yell at her? My work clothes were wet from the warm water. I didn't care. I removed the washcloth and buried my face in her pussy. Oh my God, what am I doing? Why was I licking her pussy? I tasted the bitter taste of the soap, then the sharp, sweet taste of my wife and finally something salty.

Rick's sperm.

It was delicious.

"Stop it!" Ashley protested anxiously. “I'm not in the mood, Christy!”

I ignored her and absorbed the evidence of my wife's infidelity. I stuck my tongue into her pussy, trying to find any trace of cum. Ashley's hands grabbed my head and tried to push me away. So I reached out to her, grabbed her ass, held on and continued eating the delicious cheating sauce I found.

"Please stop!" Ashley shouted. "What the fuck, Christy!" She tried to pull my hands from her ass. “Damn it, Christy! "I'm not in the mood!" made hoarse noises.a sigh escaped her lips.

"Oh shit!" my wife moaned.

Ashley's hand on my head relaxed and she stopped pushing me away. I felt the tension leave her body and then her hips began to squirm as the pleasure coursed through her. I looked at her and saw her smiling face through her heaving chest.

“Mmm, Christy,” she moaned. "I don't know what's come over you, but damn if it ain't great!"

I redoubled my efforts. For the first time in a week I gave my wife pleasure. My anger subsided as I continued to devour her cunt. I began to feel nothing but her spicy juices; There was no cum left so I focused on her clit, running my tongue over the little pearl and sliding two fingers into her tight pussy.

“Yes, yes, eat me, Christy!” Oh god, your lips are wonderful! Um, keep doing it with your fingers! Oh you dirty whore! Oh damn, oh damn, I love it when you play with my clit, Christy! Oh, damn, I'm coming!

I happily devoured my wife's juices as she squirted all over my face, her body shaking gently as her orgasm ripped through her. I stood up and Ashley hugged me tightly, kissing me with her tongue and pressing her big wet breasts against me. She broke the kiss, caressed my face and I saw love in her eyes. The last remnants of my anger subsided and I returned the hug.

“I am the happiest woman in the world”; Ashley smiled. "Let's get you out of these clothes and I'll do the same in return."

As Ashley attacked me, I imagined her turning on Rick. The way her breasts bounced heavily as she rode him; His hard cock thrust in and out of her wet cunt. I promised myself that I would be the best and most supportive wife in the world. Maybe she needed to do this to get over what had happened to her. Maybe I just needed to keep loving and supporting her.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” I promised myself as I spoke to my wife.

“I don’t know what got you all so excited, but it was fucking awesome,” he said. Ashley said as we dried ourselves off. She paused, swallowed, then asked, "It tasted great, didn't it?" It didn't taste weird or anything.

"You tasted really good, Ashley." She relaxed and smiled. “Don’t take a shower tomorrow. Let me remove all of Rick's sperm from you."

Ashley froze and then looked at me intently. “And you agree to that?”

I bit my lip. “Well, I was mad at first when I saw you driving it. But it also turned me on.”

A playful smile appeared on my wife's lips. “It turns you on, yes. And you can't wait to eat more cum from my pussy?”

"Yes,"; I admitted, feeling uncomfortable.

“I felt so fucking hot when you licked my creamy pussy, Christy,” she said. She smiled. “Hmm, why don’t you help me get ready to go out?”

"Came out? Where?" I frowned. “I bought lobster tails for dinner.”

“It can wait,” he said. - she said firmly and approached our dressing room. “Which dress should I wear now?” In her hands she held a tight black dress and a tight red one. “I like the color black, it emphasizes my cleavage. But the red one just screams, “Fuck me.” What do you think, Ashley?

"I don't understand?"

"Ever since I had a gangbang, all I can think about is how good it feels to be fucked by a cock!" There was a look of ecstasy on my wife's face. “I need her, baby. I learned that I love cock! That's all I could think of. When Rick came over on Monday, I couldn't resist inviting him into our bed. It was so wonderful!”

It hurt, but I was able to control myself; I promised to be loving and supportive. “So why are you leaving?”

“I’m going to find a guy and let him fuck me,” she said. Ashley explained. "I was just holding back so as not to hurt you." A smile split her lips. “You can sit here at home and wait and imagine what nasty things they do to my little pussy. When I get home you will clean me up.”

I wanted to protest and tell her to stay home, but my pussy was so wet. "Red"; I heard my voice. “At the end of the day you want to get fucked.”

Ashley laughed. “This is my good little cuckold. Now why don’t you pick out the sluttiest lingerie I have?”

I don't know what happened to my wife, but it turned me on so much that I pulled a black thong out of her dresser, got on my knees, and pulled it up her smooth legs. I adjusted the thong making sure it went over her ass and was snug against her pussy. I picked out her bra, did her hair, and helped her with her makeup. She looked like a sex goddess as she left the house and her bubble butt moved sexily as she walked to the car.

She paused before getting into our car. “Thank you Christy, you are the best woman in the world.”

I blushed. Part of me wanted to stopher; she was my wife. I should have been the only one who could touch her, but one look at the desire in her eyes silenced me. This is what she needs. And my pussy was wet with excitement as I thought about her dirty pussy and how good it would taste when I cleaned it. So I said nothing and watched her drive away.

I went back into the house, heated up dinner in the microwave, and sat on the couch. As I ate, I imagined what my wife was planning. When I finished eating I started rubbing my pussy and dreamed about my wife getting fucked in all possible ways. I promised to support her and help her through her experience. No matter how long it took or how many men she had to fuck, I would look forward to seeing her.

So I can lick her pussy clean like a good little onecuckold.

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