My [M47} least favorite friend [M40]of my wife’s [F40] put me in my place and fucked her all night while. Now I get rock hard hearing his name and would do as he told me without question.

My wife has a friend she’s hung out with since high school, John George. They were never involved. She wasn’t interested in him. Which was fine with me. I thought he was gangly, crass, and kind of a Bad Luck Charlie kind of guy. Never made great decisions. I and my wife are more attracted to confident, take-charge men…with big cocks for the most part, but I’ve learned that if a guy, big or small tells me (not ask me) to step outside, wait in the car, sit down at the party and watch because he’s GOING to fuck my wife, I immediately do as I’m told and LOVE it. That’s the fastest way to take control of me. And I love the feeling when it’s made clear to me that I don’t have a say in the matter and just need to accept it. Few guys are bold enough to do it. Though my wife did from the start. On our first date, my wife told me “Who I fuck is none of your concern.” When a guy’s done it to me, it’s like an override switch. It hasn’t mattered whether I loathe the guy, or he’s ridiculed and bullied me in front of other people. If he tells me that he’s going to fuck her, or just didn’t even bother to ask me and just tried to get in her pants right in front of me, I fall right in line…if my wife is also interested. She’s never stopped a guy from talking shit to me, once in our whole relationship. Which I love her for, because demeaning me isn’t my wife’s thing. So it usually comes from the guys who fuck her. And it’s been like that since we met. She hit the dance floor, grinding on a guy as he felt her up and told me I would have to accept it Fast forward to a few months after we were married, and my wife and I had to live apart for work. She in Atlanta and me in Austin. She got a bit wild in that year, and on a number of occasions would call me in the morning to tell me “Don’t be mad, I woke up getting fucked again.” On some night she got blackout drunk. One of those was one of her high school guys — a guy who was the buddy of John George, the friend I disliked. She was shocked that she fucked him, because like John George she’d never thought of him in that way. But she told me that when she snapped out of the black out, she was cumming like crazy, and she would probably keep fucking him. She had to explain why she was married but fucking other people…that I liked it but rarely got to watch. So the next day, she FaceTimed me, and had me watch her friend fuck her on her couch. I didn’t know it at the time, but John George was also in the room and watching. She later called me to tell me that John George was upset she was fucking his buddy but hadn’t fucked him as well. That night, I missed another FaceTime were they were all three piled in bed together so I could watch them both fuck her. When I didn’t answer they decided to wait and fell asleep. But the next night, I get a call from her boyfriend at the time to tell me “You have to do something. I just walked in on your wife fucking someone, and she told me to get out. She’s out of hand.” (I mean, seriously it was wild to get a call from a guy who was fucking my wife, whining about my wife fucking other men.) It turned out that John George was the guy he walked in on her fucking. She didn’t remember anything the next day, but knew she had fucked him when she woke up naked in bed with him (and read the slew of angry text messages from her boyfriend.) She assured me she didn’t mean to fuck John George, and wouldn’t be doing it again. They hung out from time to time. I complained about having to hang out with him. But nothing sexual ever happened again. In the last year, my wife has started leaning into the role of the dominant one in our relationship. She tells me what’s going to happen and to accept it. So about 3 months ago, she told me that John George was passing through town, and he would be staying with us. No discussion. When he got there, I relented and hung out and drank for a bit. Before long John brought up to me that they fucked in Atlanta. Which is the first time it had been brought up while we all hung out. I told him she didn’t remember it. So he offered to fill In the blanks. I was so curious about the gaps because of the confidence with which he told the story. It said “it was a work of art” And because her boyfriend told me that she yelled “Leave, I’m getting fucked!”and after sitting in the next room for more than an hour after she yelled at him to get out, she walked out of the bedroom naked with cum running down her stomach, and he left angry (which is exactl y how she is when she’s getting really well fucked) . I never even considered that John George may be good in bed. The next bit changed me. My wife might have been blackout drunk but he wasn’t (and didn’t know she was.) He looked me straight in the eye and said that she loved fucking him, and fucked him off and on all night, and how he remembered waking up next to her naked and crusted from head to toe in his cum. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “Your wife loved getting fucked by me. She couldn’t get enough. She kept moaning “Oh my god, you’re so deep” as she came. I fucked your wife well and she loved it.” That was the record scratch moment. My wife loves a loooong dick. The longer, the better. And I never dreamed to ask if John George was hung. So I did. And he told me 8.5 inches. “I have a very big dick. That’s why I fucked your wife until the sun was out. And after the first fuck, when she didn’t have another condom, she told me to just fuck her raw. She would take the morning after pill. I came in your wife so many times that night.” To that, my wife says “Oh yeah. I remember a little. You have the really long but not super thick cock. (I love it when my wife says “cock”.) I didn’t suggested we go swimming and John said “I don’t have a bathing suit“. And I said you don’t need one. Skinny dip. My wife’s already seen your dick, and I’m excited to see what you fucked her with. When John took off his boxers, what flopped out was longer soft than I am hard. My wife and I I think both stood there a little surprised about how big he was. Wow, he’s swimming in the pool. He made sure to flirt on his back the whole time we were hanging out with this hard dick standing up above the water. And it was SO long. He told me that when they talked on the phone about the trip and on his way here that she had told him that she couldn’t wait to fuck him again. And she did not deny it. I was hard as a rock at this point and he looked down and said “is that it“ then he told me “your wife told me that she needs some big dick. And I plan on fucking your wife more often. I think I’ll come once a month And every time I do, you’re gonna watch me make your wife come.“ That was the point in which I went from annoyed by him to being willing to do whatever he asked, including holding my wife’s legs open, so I could fuck her deeper which he did later that night. After hearing them fucking in the guest bedroom for about 10 minutes, she burst into our bedroom where I was laid me down on the bed lay down on top of me and said you wanted to see this watch. And then she had him fuck her silly Wally lay on top of me. All in all they fucked one in seven times and she was so full of come by the end of the night she rolled over and grab my dick and slit it into her and it just slipped and so easy. I did go completely from not liking John George to recognizing a man who had made my position in my bedroom clear as my wife’s pussy covered my cock in his cum. Now if John showed up at our house and told me he would be fucking her for a few days. I would get his bags for him.