John and Becky had been married for nearly five years now. They had been happy, wonderful years and the pair had grown to love each other even more than they did when they got married. The pair had actually met at the wedding of a mutual friend and had hit it right off. John was twenty-three at the time and Becky was a couple years younger.

John was an average looking guy, a regular working-class construction worker who primarily worked on building houses in housing developments. It was good work and it paid pretty good – John wasn’t the type to push papers around on a desk and he didn’t like being indoors anymore than he had to be. Becky was a different story. The head cheerleader of her high school football team, Becky was the epitome’ of the high school prom queen. Becky was a five foot, seven inch beautiful blonde with the most mesmerizing blue eyes, flawless pale skin, natural D cup tits, and a tight firm ass.

Best of all, though, Becky had an active sex drive and the imagination to use it! It was that active sex drive and imagination that would lead to one of the hottest and sexiest anniversaries...

John took Becky out for a night of fine dining and dancing – two of her favorite things. They went to a fancy restaurant named La Trattorina. It specialized in Italian food, but it had really good steaks too. John and Becky both had an amazing filet mignon cooked to absolute perfection. Along with that, they had delicious garlic mashed potatoes and the tenderest asparagus spears Becky had ever tasted. Becky wasn’t much for asparagus, usually, she found them stringy and fibrous. But these were something else!

After their amazing meal, John took his beautiful wife dancing. Not the hot, sweaty, overstuffed club type dancing with its loud music and crowded dance floor, but very sophisticated, ball-room dancing – the kind she liked most of all. Becky enjoyed going clubbing, but for their anniversary, he wanted to keep things classy and refined. They had gotten dressed up and he wanted to show her a dressed up time.

When they got home, both were in a very good mood. Becky had had a lot of fun dancing and a little too much to drink. She wasn’t bombed but she was definitely feeling good. And when Becky had a good buzz going, she got especially horny, which was the case that evening. John figured he’d get her home and they would head straight upstairs to the bedroom, but Becky had another idea in mind.

“Let’s make out on the couch like we did when we first met. It IS our anniversary after all!” she suggested, giving him a sexy wink. It always turned him on when she was naughty like that. Especially since when he met her she was one of those fresh-faced innocent “good girls” that no one suspected would have a naughty side to her. While Becky wasn’t a virgin when they first met, she had only had one other boyfriend and he wasn’t very experienced either.

John went into the kitchen to pour them a glass of wine and then came into the living room and sat next to Becky. They had just begun kissing and petting when suddenly, there was someone at the door.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“I’ll get it,” Becky said and answered the door ... it was her best friend, Amy. Amy was a sweet girl and a hottie herself and John had always admired her. She was happy and pleasant and easy to get along with. She was also sexy as hell and John had often thought if he hadn’t hooked up with Becky, he would have liked to give Amy a go. In fact, one of his favorite fantasies was to have them both just once!

Amy was a bit taller and thinner than Becky, with long black hair and soft brown eyes. She had a lovely face, pale skin., and was smaller busted with only a C cup. But what she had going for her the most was her ass. It was nice and tight. As beautiful and sexy as Amy was, however, John loved Becky and never seriously considered any woman but her; Amy was a nice fantasy but he wouldn’t dream of taking any kind of action on it. He was glad the two girls were best friends, when the three of them were together, he got all kinds of envious stares from other guys!

“Amy! What’s the matter?” Becky said as she opened the door. From where he was sitting, John couldn’t see the front door, so when he heard Becky, he got up and came to see what was wrong. Amy looked like she had been crying and she was telling Becky that she and her boyfriend were through. She cried to her about needing someone to talk to. She then noticed John walking up to see what was going on and said,

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry, I’m bothering you two. I completely forgot it’s your anniversary. I’ll leave. I didn’t mean to intrude,” Amy said, turning to leave.

Becky, being the good friend and kindhearted person she was, told her, “No, wait, Amy, you’re not intruding. If you need someone to talk to, I’ll always be here for you, please, come in.”

“No, it’s okay, we can talk later Becky,” Amy said, “You guys enjoy your anniversary.”

“No! I insist! Come in, John doesn’t mind either. Right sweetheart?” Becky said pulling Amy inside and shutting the door behind her.

John replied, “Of course not If there’s a friend in need, we’ll never turn our backs on them.”

Amy had a grateful look on her face. “Thank you, John, I’m so sorry.”

John did want to fuck his wife – he had been looking forward to it and she was in the perfect mood for some really dirty fun. But it was okay ... Amy was hurting and she needed Becky to talk to. He understood. The girls headed upstairs to talk. John found the circumstances a bit strange though; he didn’t remember Amy ever talking about her having a boyfriend and Becky never said anything about it either. But then again, John was sometimes oblivious to the obvious, and he didn’t keep that close an eye on her.

He went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine and then went back to watch something on TV. “Well this isn’t exactly how I planned the night...” he thought to himself. John didn’t know what to do – should he just stay downstairs in the living room and wait for the girls to finish? Should he go on to bed and wait for Becky there? Then he heard a thumping sound coming from upstairs.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

At first, John ignored it, but then it happened again.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

He ignored it again and then it happened a third time.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

“What the hell are they doing up there?” he thought to himself. He decided to go upstairs and investigate. As he got to the top of the stairs the hallway light was off and the only light came from the partially open bedroom door. That had to be where the sound was coming from, so he approached the bedroom and slowly opened the door.

At that moment, he saw Amy wearing a sheer pink babydoll. It had sheer lace in the cup area and the rest was gossamer-light pink chiffon material. Underneath the cobweb-thin babydoll, she wore an equally scandalous pink thong panty and pink maribou slippers with clear four-inch heels. She would have been super hot in that outfit had he not been taken completely by surprise!

“Oh shit! Sorry, Amy ... wait, what the hell is going on here? Why are you dressed like that? And in our bedroom? Where’s Becky?” John asked in a flurry of questions.

Amy stepped forward, right up to John and pressed her finger to his lips answering, “Shhh ... I’m here for one thing, and one thing only...”

He remained silent, but thought to himself, “What the hell is going on? One moment she’s crying her eyes out, telling us she broke up with a boyfriend I never knew she had. The next, she’s acting all seductive with me.” As he stood there, stupefied. Amy finished her sentence,

“ ... your cock.”

Amy quickly grabbed his shirt with one hand pulling his face to hers. The moment their lips touched, she stuck her tongue in his mouth. At the same time, he felt her other hand checking out his crotch through his slacks, rubbing on his semi-hard cock and bringing it to life with her caress. Surprised at this move, John broke the kiss quickly and stepped back a bit.

“Holy shit Amy! What are you doing? I don’t know what exactly you’re going through, but this isn’t the way to fix things! What if Becky saw us?” he exclaimed.

Amy grinned, “Oh don’t worry about Becky, she’s a little tied up at the moment.” She pointed to his right. John looked around the edge of the doorway and in the corner of the room.

There he saw Becky tied to a chair naked. Her arms were slung over the back of the chair and tied behind her to the leg support. Her legs were threaded through the armrests and her ankles tied to the front legs. This held her bare pussy wide open and exposed and she was unable to close her legs. Her beautiful tits were bound with ropes so they stuck out lewdly and her nipples were already hard and erect. Her panties had been stuffed in her mouth to act as a gag and she looked so fucking sexy, but at that moment, John was too overwhelmed to get aroused.

“Holy shit Becky!” he said and ran over to her.

“John! Wait a minute! It’s okay, this was Becky’s idea! She wanted this!” Amy yelled at him.

John ignored Amy and removed the panty-gag. He waited for her to say something and finally, Becky said “It’s okay honey, I’m sorry if Amy surprised you. But this is my anniversary present to you. Amy is helping me.”

“Huh?” he said. “Huh” was about the most eloquent thing John could think of at the moment.

“Do we really have to spell it out to you, John? Becky is letting you fuck me and she is going to watch us!” Amy said.

“But Becky, why don’t you just join in and we can make it a threesome if that’s the case?” John asked, still not quite sure of what was being offered to him.

Becky had told him before that she “experimented” with bisexuality once or twice before and she enjoyed both experiences very much. She was not a lesbian – she still loved John’s big, thick cock inside her – but she wasn’t opposed to a woman’s tender touch if the situation arose. But this wasn’t one of those times. When John asked her why she didn’t just join in, Becky looked down and didn’t answer him.

John had seen this look before and knew just what it meant. It was the same look she would give him whenever she wanted to try something new in bed but was too embarrassed to say it.

“Becky wanted to try something new for your anniversary, so she and I went online a few weeks ago and looked up some fetishes and found cuckolding, but she couldn’t stand the thought of cheating on you and hurting you and that’s when she discovered cuckquean fetishes. We have been watching a few video clips we found on them and she wanted to try it out. She knows that you have always thought I was sexy – a fact that I only recently found out myself, thank you – and so we concocted this anniversary present for you.”

“Cuckold?! Fuck that! I’m not letting anyone fuck my wife but me! That’s bullshit!” John said, almost angrily.

“No! Not cuckold, cuckquean, a reverse cuckold,” Amy corrected him.

John was still confused, “A reverse cuckold?”

Amy was starting to get a little exasperated at this waste of time. She wanted to get to the fucking part! She raised her voice at him slightly, “Dammit John! I swear you are such a bonehead sometimes! Let me see if I can explain this in little words for you ... Becky wants you to pretend to cheat on her with me, while she watches! She knows I’d never actually try to steal you away, that’s why she chose me to help fulfill this fantasy.”

John turned to his bound wife with a stunned look on his face, “Is this true, honey?” he asked.

“Yes...” Becky shyly answered as she looked down at the floor in front of her.

“Becky, sweetheart, I love you. You don’t have to do this for me,” he said.

“I know, honey, but it’s not just for you ... it’s for me as well. The thought of you fucking another girl in front of me makes me extremely horny and being bound and helpless to do anything makes my pussy even wetter! Just look at it and see for yourself...” she said as she looked down between her legs.

John followed her eyes, looking down, and saw that her pussy juices had actually formed a small puddle around her entrance on the wooden chair. It was fucking hot!

“Becky, if you had sex with another man, I’d fucking kill him and would be extremely angry with you. It wouldn’t be fair to you if we did this because I wouldn’t tolerate it the other way around.” John said.

“I know honey, I love you and trust you completely. I know you won’t love Amy after this is done, only me. And I won’t ask to fuck another man because I have no interest in any other man. John, honey, you have been so wonderful to me, always spoiling me, treating me with respect and love. This is my way of giving back to you and at the same time, fulfilling something that I’m extremely aroused and curious about. So please honey, I’m asking you to do this ... for me,” Becky explained.

John stood there for a few moments and thought it over. He was scared of hurting her, but he could see that this was important to her. “If it’s what she really wants and she truly won’t get hurt but rather turned on ... then I’ve decided.” he thought to himself.

“Okay Becky, I’ll agree to it, but only if you promise to let me know the instant you are not enjoying yourself watching us,” he said, looking her in the eyes. “Understand? I want you to enjoy this fantasy of yours and if you don’t, you are to tell me right off no matter what is going on.”

Becky’s face lit up and she happily replied, “Yes! I will, I promise! Thank you, honey! Thank you so much!”

John leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “I love you,” he whispered.

“Aww, it’s that sweet!” Amy said with mocked sarcasm. “Are you ready to fuck me now or what?” She came between John and Becky and soaking Becky’s panties in the puddle of pussy juice between her legs, Amy shoved them back into Becky’s mouth, gagging her again.

“There, now watch as I fuck your husband and show him what a REAL woman can do!” Amy said. “I may not have your tits, but I have skills and a pussy that your husband will love!” And to emphasize her point, Amy reached down and pinched one of Becky’s nipples so hard she squealed. Then she took hold of John’s pants and belt and pulled him over to the bed.

She sat down on the bed and began removing his pants while John, still a bit unsure about all this, removed his shirt. Becky had said she was okay with this scenario, but John still felt uncomfortable having sex with Amy in front of her. Up to this point, he had only given the idea of sex with Amy the briefest imaginations, wondering what it would be like, and what she looked like under her clothes. But now to blatantly fuck her in front of his beautiful Becky ... well, that was a whole different matter!

John looked over to his beloved wife tied to the chair in the corner. The look on Becky’s face was not that of pain, anger, or sadness, but that of ... arousal? Could it be that this was true – that she was already getting turned on by this arrangement? John was trying to wrap his head around the idea when he suddenly felt a warm wetness on his cock. It was Amy, she was sucking his cock and she was really good, damn near as good as Becky! She had a bit of a different technique, but it was a good difference and John was surprised at how good it felt.

Amy didn’t waste any time. She licked the length of his cock, making sure she lovingly covered every inch of him. She dropped lower and sucked in each of his balls, bathing them both in her warm, wet mouth. Then she went even further down, licking at his perineum and nearly rimming him.

John softly moaned at Amy’s skills; even though he was hesitant, he couldn’t deny how good it felt. Then, with one long slow lick back up to the tip of his cock, she swallowed him down in a second. She began deepthroating him, taking his now hard cock deep down her throat until his pubic hair tickled her nose.

John moaned in pleasure again, this time audibly, and Amy pulled his cock out of her mouth to start stroking it. While she was stroking it, she smiled and looked up at him. “So what do you think of my blowjob so far? Don’t you think I suck cock better than your wife?” she asked.

This was one of those times in a man’s life where he needs to tread very carefully. It was true she was very good at her craft, but John didn’t want to hurt Becky. He looked over at her with a worried look on his face, unsure of how to proceed. He was scared to see tears in her eyes but the only fluid leaking was coming from her pussy.

Amy asked him again, “Well, aren’t my blowjobs the best? Even better than your wife’s?”

Becky just nodded her head in approval, and he asked her “Are you sure”? Becky nodded her head again in confirmation.

“Becky honey, this is just pretend and I don’t truly mean any of it, I promise. I love you more than anything in this world.” John said. Becky looked like she was about to cry tears of joy and looked extremely happy that John had said that. She again nodded in approval.

Amy, for the third time, asked, “John, are you gonna keep a girl waiting?”

He smiled and said, “I don’t know ... maybe I need a bit more just to make sure before I answer!”

“Yes! Yes! You’re the best at giving blowjobs!” he said when she increased her sucking