Helping out a buddy and his wife

This a cheating and a tiny shade of cuckold and all slut wife story. If you’re not into that then please pass on it. Oh the usual stuff this is fiction, nothing and no one in this story is real. All made up. Hope you enjoy it.

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I’m Mike. I’m not proud of what all happened but I just need to tell the story.

When I left the army I left behind some great friends. After getting a job and an apartment, I settled into civilian life. Better than two years went by and I get an email from an ex-squad mate, John.

He tells me he is out also and has a great house in the city about one hour away. I live in a little town but he is in a big city. He says I ought to drive up for a weekend. He and Becky would love to see me. They have a couple extra bedrooms in the basement but not to worry their heating system works great. We can grill and have fun. I say sure and tell him I’m still single so it would be just me. Then to make sure he had thought it though, I tell him I’m open all weekends just let me know.

He surprises me the next day by replying to come this weekend. And to drive up after work on Friday. He gave me the address and said to park in the driveway.

When we worked together, John used to tell us about dating Becky and how she always wanted to blow him. She would never let him leave without making sure he was happy. I guess it stands to reason why he wanted her forever in his life.

Friday night I drive my truck up and park in the driveway. He answers the door and hugs me. We are talking and I see Becky standing near the kitchen. She is 33 years old and nice looking. About 5′ tall and slim. Maybe a B-Cup which is plenty big because she is a thin little woman. Proportionally they are right, her ass was nice and round, big but not too big. She’s a brunette with streaks of blond. She was wearing a sweatshirt and long denim cutoffs near her knees. Not what you’d call a mankiller outfit.

“Becky! I haven’t seen you forever!” I smiled big as I walk to her and go to hug her. As I’m going in, I just catch sight of her hand coming out for a shake but I’m already past that point. I grab her and hug her tight to my chest. She exhaled as I squeeze her and after no more than 5 seconds, I let her go.

She looks me in the eyes as she tells me it’s great to see me again and that I look the same. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. I remember they weren’t married the last time I saw her and now that she is, well I guess I don’t have to worry about her setting her sights on me any more.

John takes me down stairs and shows me a nice room with it’s own bathroom. Big king bed and all the fresh linens. I drop my bag and John says “let’s get a beer.” We go upstairs and sit in the kitchen. We talk about the fun stuff and gloss over the bad. “Remember Kennedy? That crazy tattoo he got on his chest! Boy was out there.”

Becky asks “He sounds really different. Where is he now? maybe we could have him over.” Silence. I finally say “Arlington National Cemetery.” I look at John and say “Here’s to Kennedy!” We clink bottles. John says this isn’t the way and jumps up. He goes to a cabinet and gets a bottle of Jamison’s and three shot glasses. We pour and retoast “to Kennedy.” John pours another round and downs his right away. I let mine sit.

“Still can’t handle your whiskey soldier?” John asks me. “It makes me throw up and I hate hang overs.” Becky says, “John, unless you want to clean up vomit don’t pressure Mike to drink!” John made a goofy face and said “Yes Dear.” John drinks another shot. I tell him “I’ll drink one last shot, here’s to all our friends that can’t be here. God rest their souls.” We all drink.

John does still another and switches back to beer. Becky takes the bottle and returns it to the cabinet. I carry the conversation for the next 20 minutes. At first I figure John is sad about our friends, then I see that he is just drunk. He sips he beer and doesn’t talk. Becky says “John does this. Powers it down and then zones out. DON’T YOU HONEY? See, zoned out. We can lead him to bed in a little.”

Becky is looking at me pretty hard. Directly in the eyes. She asks “so do you miss it?” I reply, “The army? No. The friends I made, Yes. Do you miss going to the post? I used to see you around the NCO club.” As I’m looking at Becky I notice she has some pokies on the front of her sweatshirt.

She answers “Yes, I miss the club. All you big guys. All lined up for a dance. Poking me in the stomach or ribs. All the special times. I miss them a lot.” We small talk for a while and then she asks me “Mike, all the girls wanted you to get serious with them. You never did. You never even asked me for a dance. I would have you know. I’m sure you’d have poked me in the ribs. I would have treated you good.” All I could say to that “you were John’s girl.” She replied “yeah, his girl, alright.”

Becky was now showing her buzz. “You know what I miss the most? The way you guys all wanted head. I’m good at it. I knew a couple guys that told me, after well, you know, that they asked me out because of a rumor that I give the best head. Did you ever hear that rumor Mike?”

I had heard she sucked a mean dick and swallowed cum. She could deep throat a salami. “I just heard you were nice.” Is all I said. “I am nice.” Becky said smiling. John was looking around glassy eyed. Becky said “he needs the latrine. Can you help me?” I pulled John up and we lead him into the bathroom. I dropped his shorts and had him sit like a lady. I told Becky that this is the safest way to get a drunk to use a toilet. She laughed. Fortunately all John did was pee. We stood him up and walked him to bed. He crawled part way and collapsed. Passed out.

Becky said “Thank you Mike.” She put her arms around me and squeezed me. She sighed as she rolled her chest into my stomach. She pulled her head away, looked up and said “now, should I take you down stairs and tuck you in?” I laughed and said “No. You’re going to have your hands full getting him in bed.” Becky told me not to worry about him and that he will be fine tomorrow. But more importantly she has a guest that may need to be taken care of. She then said “I miss taking care of you young guys with your hard cocks.”

I said I just couldn’t. I would be taking advantage and John is my friend. I pointed out that she had a lot of alcohol to drink and I’m sure she wouldn’t be acting this way if she were sober. Becky finally said “OK, it’s your loss. Good night.” She pulled her sweat shirt over her head and stood looking at me in her black bra and shorts. “Are you sure?” I said yes and turned walking out the door of their bedroom.

As I neared the stairwell to the basement. She called after me one more time. I looked at her standing nude in the doorway of their bedroom, “are you sure you don’t want a good blow job to help you sleep?” Becky was shaved bald and her tits were very pointy. “I wouldn’t feel right about it. Maybe if you hadn’t had that whiskey.” Becky smiled and said “OK, fair enough. Goodnight handsome.”

I went down to my room and put my bag against the inside of the door. There was no lock on the door. I rubbed my cock until I decorated a handtowel and went to sleep.

I woke with a banging on the door. John was saying it’s time to un-ass that bed. Breakfast was getting cold. I took a 5 minute shower and stumbled upstairs with cargo shorts, a t-shirt and wet hair. Breakfast was set and John told me to dig in. He asked me how I was feeling and did I sleep good. I told him I’m fine but how was he. He asked, did you put me to bed? I told him Becky and I did.

He thanked me told me that his drinking was controllable. He just lets loose on the weekends and only on good occasions. He asked me not to worry and after this weekend he probably wouldn’t drink again for months. I laughed to lighten the mood and told him that atleast he was a quiet sleepy drunk. When I get drunk, I start thinking I’m a ‘Don Juan’ but in reality I end up looking like a ‘Don Quixote’.

I hear Becky laughing behind me and turn around to see her standing behind me holding a laundry basket. She is dressed to impress. Her hair is curled, she has long dark eyelashes that couldn’t be real. She had makeup around her eyes, cheeks and her lips were dark red. Her makeup was slutty but it was obvious she had put in a lot of effort. Her laundry uniform was skimpy. It consisted of a white bare midriff tank and a pair of hot pink running shorts. The shorts were camel toed in the front and flared in the back to show her ass cheeks.

Becky said, “Excuse me for interrupting, Don Juan, but I have your clothes from yesterday. I’ll return them when they are clean. I’ll have fresh towels for you too. Your sheets looked clean so I left them.” She said all this as she strutted her giggling ass past the table and into the laundry room. Once behind John she said “unlike your towels.” She held up a handtowel, just like the one I used to catch a load last night. She put the center of the towel to her nose and sniffed it. She walked into the laundry room. I said, “Thank you Becky.”

John told me is a very hushed voice that he needs to invite me more often. Becky has a spark in her like old times. She woke him up like she used to before they married. She is dressing sexy again and is happy, laughing and taking care of herself. This is really a good turn.

I saw Becky poke her head out of the laundry room looking at me. Her had the center of the handtowel inside her mouth and sucking on it. She pulled it out with a pop and licked her lips, then smiled.