Chapter 2

My cock was rock hard in my shorts. “Fine! You win. It’s just a dumb bet.”

“A dumb bet that you’re gonna make good on Mr. My-Wife’s-Better-Than-Yours. Now eat humble pie and take off all your clothes and put on the panties.”

His words made me think of eating Tiffany’s pussypie. I’d never even seen it but I imagined licking the sweet girl’s labia as I stripped. It would be naturally unshaved, almost neglected, but all the more alluring for its raw verdant and pastoral charm. I willed my erection to go down but was only half successful.

“Dude! You’re getting hard for my wife’s panties. You’re gonna get it now.” His voice was angry but his grin was teasing.

“Um, you’re not really gonna make me do the lawn like this? I’ll do anything else.”

“Oh, I know you will. A bet is a bet. And you already agreed to anything – with nothing more than trust in our friendship to protect you. But that was before you dissed my wife.”

By now I was wearing only her panties with the tiny almost imperceptibly pussy-stained spot caressing my dick. I couldn’t will my dick to go down but I was able to keep it from going fully hard.

Mark started the video over at the beginning, “Since you’re wearing Tiffany’s panties,” he pointed to the panties, “you might as well act like Tiffany.” Then he moved his pointing finger over to the other more sexual Tiffany.

“Now go get on the sofa – just like her – and shake your booty.” It was a world better than opening the garage door and pushing the mower out into our neighborhood. People would talk. India would surely hear.

Mark continued, “Put on a good show.” He adjusted the computer screen so it was angled to give me a perfect view from the sofa.

Regarding my options, I knew India would only laugh when she heard about me cutting the grass in panties. She’s no prude. But I also thought about Tiffany learning about it too. Unlike India she would be judgemental. It would destroy every manly memory she had of me from way back when, when we had been intimate. Staying in the garage was the only choice.

Mark was laughing right now at that very instant. “Copy TIFFANY exactly! Do everything she does.” The porn whore was acting coy and caressing her bum. I did my best. I would play along for a few minutes and when Mark felt sufficiently justified it would be over.

I heard the guy in the video say, “I need you. How old are you?”

Mark commanded me, “Look over your shoulder and smile seductively.”

Now say, ” ‘I’m only nineteen’. Like she did.”

I said it and Mark gave me more stage direction, “You gotta rub your crack just like she is.”

Mark was watching the bimbo intently with his cock tenting his shorts triumphantly. The other Tiffany was telling her partner, “I’ve only had toys up there.”

Mark was laughing so hard now he was crying, “She put her finger inside. Now you gotta do the same, dude.” I resisted but he just rolled the lawnmower a little closer.

On the vid the guy was saying, “You got a pretty little butthole.”

I watched the pornqueen lick her finger after it had been in her butt and Mark’s stern face told me I had to do the same.

The guy in the video asked Tiffany if it tasted good, then Mark repeated the line, “Does it taste good, Tiffany?” He took a perverse delight in calling me Tiffany.

Tiffany answered saying, “Mmm, it does.”

Mark had mimicked the guy in the video and then it was my turn: “Mmm, it does.”

Slut Tiffany rolled over onto her back and started touching herself. I had no choice, I stroked my panties then pulled them aside just like Tiffany, revealing my fully hard cock to Mark’s gloating eyes. The actor was asking, “What do you think about when you masturbate?”

Forcing myself to smile I answered just like Tiffany: “Dick.” Then I giggled self-consciously, but as required. Secretly I wondered if my dick would stand up in a comparison to Mark’s?

I heard the guy say, “You wanna pull on my cock?” Surely this would degrade me enough to satisfy Mark. His cock felt hot in my hand. It was alive and manly with blood coursing through it. It was every bit as impressive as the male pornstar’s. Furthermore, I heard, “Think about my cock being inside you.” And a jolt of excitement hit me which I chalked up to nerves.

But when the actor was saying, “In your mouth maybe,” I knew what was going to happen – on screen anyway.

I objected, “Surely you don’t want me to do that.” It was a disgusting and dangerous idea. Mark was as straight as an arrow. He would never…

Mark held up fingers like before, “Firstly, we agreed that you would do anything. So IF that’s what I want, you have to do it. Secondly, if you look closely at the screen, you’ll see a tiny window in the upper corner. That’s the video I’ve been recording of you since you started. I don’t think people will understand that you’re only copying Miss Rayne.”

“They’ll just see a video of you in a thong telling the world how you’ve had toys up your butt, how your ass tastes good, and how you like to play with your ‘pussy’ while thinking about dick.”

“I’d love to embarrass you by showing it to a few people. But think of India. That wouldn’t be fair to her to show people how she’s married to a fag.”

The word ‘fag’ was so demeaning. He’d never been mean to me before. Why’d he have to use THAT word? Lesson learned: never put down a guy’s wife – and definitely never prove to him that the aspersions are true. How far was he gonna push it?

He went on, “And you’re right, I don’t really want your guy lips on my dick.” He waited for a pregnant moment, then, “But you’re gonna do it because you deserve a little humiliation.”

He had me dead to rights. I was beaten and I owed him with or without the incriminating evidence. “Ok. I’ll do it. But I have one important condition.” Mark’s eyes asked what it was so I gave him my answer, “Only if you delete the recording.”

He turned, hit the space bar, then spent a few minutes deleting the video, and the trash folder, and his browser history. His buns were much more impressive nude: muscular and taut. I wished I had firm glutes like Mark’s instead of a tiny soft bum that India made fun of when she called it feminine.

I saw how carefully practiced he was as he scrubbed all the evidence. Maybe Tiffany wasn’t so accepting after all. Meanwhile, unknown to Mark I propped my phone up in an inconspicuous place to make my own incriminating recording.

When he returned to me he had his cock in hand expecting payment. “Slide down onto the floor like the slut.” The recording wouldn’t save me, it had to show some ill-begotten behavior first. And so far Mark hadn’t done anything that he could never ever let his wife learn about. It would be a different story after the penetration.

Should I do it? I’d had a guy blow me once in college on a dare. It didn’t look like it had been too horrible. And India did it all the time…

Kneeling on the floor in front of him Mark patted my head condescendingly, “Just for a minute I suppose. Enough for you to learn your lesson. Just long enough that when I call you a dicklicker you’ll KNOW it’s true.

Mark towered over me, “I’m not gonna enjoy it like when my puritanical wife’s head is bobbing up and down. But I guess the point really IS more that YOU won’t enjoy it.”

Without thinking I blurted out, “Tiffany’s no cocksucker! I don’t believe it.”

“She didn’t when we first got married. But she adores me and she’ll do it on special occasions.” If he had said she sucked his cock regularly I wouldn’t have believed him for a second. But she did adore him… I had to alter my perception of Tiffany, if only slightly.

I eyed his dark penis warily then looked back to see what pornstar Tiffany was up to. She was gobbling up a big dick happily and that was to be my fate too, except for the happy part.

As a matter of honor I had to follow through on the bet, but with my own video, when it was done, he wouldn’t be calling me a dicklicker.

Video Tiffany moaned and so did I. Just because I had to – to play my role. She opened wide and so did I.

His cockhead went inside deeply on the very first stroke. And no, it didn’t just taste like skin. There was a strong taste that I now know to be the unique taste of cock. Coppery with an undertone of Earthiness.

Mark suddenly got even more verbal. “Oh yea, yea baby. You’re gonna make it really big. When was the first time you put a dick in your mouth sweetheart?”

Computer Tiffany answered, “When I was 16.” I wanted to clarify that I’d never had a dick in my mouth before. But couldn’t speak for obvious reasons.

Mark echoed, “Was it bigger than this one?”

Meanwhile, the actor asked the actress, “Can I come in your mouth?” Mark moaned from deep in his soul and I felt his dick give a jump. Their words had struck a chord of sexual longing in him and a chord of fear in me.

The actor kept asking screentime Tiffany about her first blowjob, “Did you throw up?” She replied that she had merely not been expecting it.

Mark’s mind drifted off as he revealed, “Tiffany did the first time. Now the little Miss Goody-goody makes a whole thing out of it, with mints and a glass of water and a spit towel.” Then he snapped back suddenly and looked at me with an angry expression, like it was my fault he’d told me.

He butted his cockead against the entrance to my throat a few times. He was rough and unpleasant. There was no way our perfect Tiffany would accept that kind of cruel treatment. Really, I was surprised she didn’t make him promise not to cum in her mouth.

Mark gasped from the sheer ecstasy his cock was experiencing as he shoved it between my lips. Together we heard the dialogue, “Have you learned to like the taste of cum?” Slut Tiffany smiled widely making her answer clear.

Mark hissed in response,”Shiiit!” Then tried to force it down my throat. I gagged and it wouldn’t go. I didn’t see what happened on screen, but I bet it went all the way down.

The video continued, “You’re a good little cocksucker.”

Mark forgot about our contest of wives, “She’s a good girl. Too good. I could never call my Victorian wife a cocksucker like you and the other Tiffany are. I gotta watch my words.” Then he seemed to remember, “Do you call India stuff like ‘cocksucker’?”

He pulled out momentarily so I could answer, “Only when she asks me to.” That only made him madder.

The video continued, “Talk to me baby. Open your mouth really wide.” I stuck out my tongue with my lips spread wide like I really wanted his cock.

I copied the video more convincingly, “I can’t wait to get this dick inside me. Oh, it’s so nice and hard right now. And it tastes so good.”

Mark was immersed in the moment, “That’s right slut. Open wide. Fuck, I can’t wait to get back inside.” He started fucking my mouth again, “Oh it feels so good. Better than ever. Faster! Oh, I like your hands on my cock. That priss doesn’t touch it except to block it from going deeper. Oh you hot cunt.” I hated that he talked about his precious wife Tiffany with such venom. Then I knew I had my incriminating evidence.