The Work of Art
Copyright© 2025 by Mohawk08
Chapter 35: - Mr. Stein
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 35: - Mr. Stein - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
It’s Saturday night, and I am NOT fucking someone. I don’t even have plans to fuck someone. Sure, Lynn asked if she could come over. I fucked her last night after I made her suck the essence of Charlotte off my dick.
I love fucking with these bitches. The Work of Art hung up on me on Thursday night and blew me off. So, all day on Friday, I ignored her until she came in my office and practically begged me to fuck her on my desk. It was perfect. Almost as perfect as sending her home to her husband with a load of my spunk in that perfect pink cunt.
While I was sitting there mindlessly staring at the TV without really watching it, I got a text notification. I was feeling sorry for myself and didn’t want to talk with anyone. My back was killing me, and I was missing that little bitch too damn much. I got very used to her being around, and visions in my head of her fucking the Pretty Boy was not helping.
I used to be a level-headed guy, focused on all the right things like motorcycles, rock and roll, making money and pussy. Now, there was just one pussy that occupied my every fucking thought. Shit.
Despite my lethargy, I picked up the stupid phone and looked at it. Oh fuck, a text from Charlotte. I sat up and opened it. It was an image of her in someone’s arms, but not Pretty Boy’s. Faces were obscured.
The text read: “Too bad you can’t come over to my house. I had to find a substitute. You remember about substitutes, don’t you?” What the Goddamn fuck is this? He can’t share her without my fucking permission!
While I was looking dumbfounded at that image trying to figure out who it was, another text popped up. “Look who came to visit?” It was an image of the traitor Gary holding my fucking girl. What the holy fuck? I’ll kill that sonofabitch.
I lit out for the garage as fast as I could go. Which car could get me there the fastest? The Batmobile, of course. It’s really a Ferrari Daytona, but it’s black. So, a girl once called it the Batmobile, and the name stuck.
Fortunately, Charlotte and Carl only live a short distance from me. Texts kept popping up as I drove. Charlotte on the sofa with Gary. Gary taking her dress off. Her in his lap as he played with MY girl’s fucking boobs, sucking them into his filthy mouth. The last before I arrived was a video of her laughing as he yanked on and slapped her tits. If that bastard bruised them, I swear to God ... I will fucking kill him.
I may have garnered some attention from passersby as I sped through the streets in the Batmobile, but my will to give a fuck had dissipated. I was desperate to get there and stop the madness. What was fucking Carl thinking? Why is he sharing our girl? Fuck it. My girl.
I brought the Batmobile to a screeching stop in their apartment complex parking lot and earned more surprised looks from their neighbors. I had their address, but not their location, as I’d not been to this place before. The numbering system to the apartments was wonky, but I eventually found Apt. 5002.
When the door finally opened, I pushed past Carl and walked into their tiny place in a flash. Gary was naked on the couch, legs open and head back, and my girl was between his knees slapping his long thin cock against her pretty face and moaning.
“What the fuck is going on here,” I shouted. Gary started to jump up, but he was tethered to Charlotte, and she wasn’t letting go. He flopped right back down with an, “OUCH!” That did look painful.
“I’m about to give your buddy a blowjob or did you not guess that already,” she said.
“Hey boss, I ... they said ... you weren’t supposed to know.”
“So you thought it was OK to come over and fuck my girl behind my back.”
“No, I ... I...”
“I’m not your girlfriend on Saturdays, Harry. I’m Carl’s wife, and he gave me permission.”
I turned to that big pretty piece of shit. “And what about that asshole? We had a deal.”
“And there was nothing in that deal that says I can’t share her with others on my days.”
“You know full well that it was implied. I gave you a lot of fucking money for exclusive rights.”
“I never agreed to that, did I honey?” He looked at Charlotte, and she shook her head.
“No you didn’t baby. It was never mentioned.”
“I can share her with whoever I wish. She is my wife after all.” I looked over, and she was rubbing Gary’s cock on her face.
“Stop that,” I demanded.
“I don’t have to. Gary has a nice long cock, and I want him to fuck me with it. You can stay if you want. You can watch and even join in.”
“Charlotte!”
“Why do you guys think if you just yell at me, I’ll do what you want? Just so you all know, I’m not following anybody’s fucking rules anymore except my own. If any of you have a problem with that, you can just walk right out that goddamn door.”
I looked at Carl. He looked back at me. Neither of us was budging. We both looked at Gary, me with menacing eyes, but that fucker didn’t move either. Fucking traitor!
“Good. Everyone understands my new rules. If anyone wants in on this gang thing, get your pants off and jump in.”
“It’s a gangbang, Charlotte. Is that what you want?” I asked. “To be gangbanged?”
“I’m about to experience two dicks for the first time. One could be yours, Harry. I really would like it to be, since you have the best one. You know how much I love your cock, baby.”
One thing about me you may have already figured out, I am one stubborn fucking guy. I want what I want, and I don’t generally compromise. I never cared about anything or anyone that much ... until she got under my goddamn skin.
“I knew from the first time I met you that I would fuck you,” Gary said, grabbing handfuls of her big firm boobs. “That innocent act never fooled me.”
“Shut up, Gary,” I said. So I don’t want to dance to Charlotte’s tune, but I’m certainly not leaving. I sat and crossed my arms. Yes, like a 10-year-old having a temper tantrum. And yes, I know how stupid and petulant I looked. Fuck!
She just looked at me and smiled. She kept banging that whip-like cock against her perfect gorgeous cheek. You could not have kicked the smile off of Gary’s face, but boy I wanted to try. Pretty boy, that worthless piece of shit, just stood there watching everything like a witness at a car crash.
“Is this about me and other women? Charlotte. Are you trying to make a point?”
“You’re not the center of the universe, Harry. Sometimes it’s about someone else. I don’t like you with other women, that’s true, but this is what I want. I want to experience two cocks. I really want yours to be one of them.” I just sat there and did nothing, ratcheting up the petulance.
Charlotte took one last look at me and sighed, just before she took Gary cock down her throat, eyes still on me. His deep groan filled the room with unwanted sound, as did her guttural swallowing noises.
It’s a funny thing, but a month ago, I would have gladly shared her with Gary. We have done that many, many times. I am very comfortable sticking it in one hole while he sticks it in another. We’ve been tag teaming bitches for 30 years. But, goddammit, this is Charlotte. Why is she torturing me like this?
Dicklick is off to my left just rubbing his tiny little thing like the worthless piece of shit he is as his wife munches down on Gary’s rod. Fuck this. I stand up and begin taking my clothes off. If my bitch wants cock, I’ll give her a big fucking cock. I was harder than a diamond chisel at that point.
Charlotte looked up and saw what I was doing. She let the cock drop from her mouth and smiled. “Are you going to join us, Harry baby?”
I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor in front of me. “Crawl, cunt!” I felt it was important to assert my alpha dominance not just for her, but for everyone. Who’s the big fucking dog here, people? She didn’t hesitate. She crawled to me, sat back on her haunches, looked up, put her head back and gave me a horny, angelic smile.
“I love you, Harry. I really do. Thank you for joining my game.”
“This was all done for my benefit wasn’t it?”
“To get you here, yes. But it’s for my benefit, baby. I wanted this ever since we did it with Lynn.”
“You’re a stupid cunt, you know that?”
“Don’t be mean, baby.”
“I’m sorry, Charlotte, but you’re not being smart now. This is the dumbest thing I’ve seen you do.”
“Yes, baby, maybe. But I’m your #1 stupid cunt.” She smiled. God, how I love this little whore.
“And who is your #1 cock?”
“Oh, that’s easy.” She reached up and lovingly took my big dick in both hands. “My boyfriend’s cock is the biggest and the best. Nobody fucks me like you do, Harry baby.”
“Tell you dipshit husband.”
She turned to Carl. “You know it, don’t you, Carl. You know you come after Harry. How do I explain it? It’s like ... you’re a soft spring shower, and he’s a powerful summer thunderstorm. He rocks me. He makes me sooooo dirty.”
I grabbed the blonde hair in the top of her head and fed my big fat cock into her mouth. “Take that fucking cock, you stupid bitch.” I know. She doesn’t like to be called stupid, but right now, I don’t give a shit. She wants to be treated like a whore, so she gets talked to like a whore.
Gary got up and came over to stand by us. Again we’ve double mouth fucked a lot of bitches over the years. Today, I gave him a look that said back the fuck off.
“Come on, Harry,” he whined. “It’s not like you to hog the pussy. Give me some room here.” And why was he being so fucking pushy? And stubborn? When had he ever stood up to me before? Only for this prize would he act like this. Fuck you.
“Yeah, Harry. Don’t hog the pussy,” Charlotte giggled below me. “Make room for another big cock.”
As she went back to work on me, Gary was slapping his cock on the side of her head. She moaned onto my dick. I never met a bitch like this one. The dirtier we treated her, the more she liked it. Gary grabbed her head and pointed it in his direction. He spit on her face and then stuffed his dick in her mouth.
“Swallow my cock, you brainless cunt. Yeah, like that. Deeper, whore. Deeper,” he growled. “I told you she was a hot one, Harry. What a fucking whore.” She was gagging on that long dick of his, backing off for a second and then throwing herself at it again.
She grabbed both our cocks and with no prompting from us stuffed them both in her mouth. She almost pulled us in. Her lips were spread obscenely wide in the attempt. Carl was now right in front of her watching it all. “Holy fuck!” He said.
“Your wife’s a fucking whore, ain’t she, kid?” Gary said, slapping her big tits. “Look at her. She fucking loves this shit. We’re gonna fuck this bitch to dust today, boy. She’ll never be the same, when we’re done.” He kept slapping her tits, a little harder each time, but she didn’t protest.
“Gary, shut the fuck up,” I said yet again.
“Sorry, Harry.”
Charlotte had taken our cocks out of her mouth and was cock whipping her face with them. She would suck on one, cock whip with the other and then alternate. I’d never seen that particular move before.
“I need to get fucked,” she said. “Will someone please fuck me? Please fuck me like a whore.” I just stood there as shell shocked as Carl, I guess, while Gary dropped to the floor behind my girl. She looked up at me and smiled.
“Sit down Harry, baby, so I can suck your cock while your buddy fucks me,” she said, guiding me backwards onto the easychair I started in. I sat there as she bent forward and lathered my cock with saliva.
“Jesus, that’s a pretty pink pussy and ass,” said the asshole who pushed his dick into my girl’s cunt -- my bought and paid for cunt. I was seething. At him, at her, at Pretty Boy, at the fucking world.
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