Filthy Pig

Callum entered the house quietly, and stealthily climbed the stairs, avoiding the squeaky floorboards. His wife's clothing was strewn on the landing, indicating she had undressed, or had been undressed, hurriedly while heading towards the bedroom. He stopped and peered through a crack in the door.

Natasha was naked on the bed, her knees and elbows resting on the duvet, and her bum in the air. Eric was also naked, his clothes on the floor. The young man was squatting behind Callum's flagrant wife, covering her juicy rear end with adoring kisses. Callum watched, burning with jealousy, as Eric showered his affections on Natasha's pert behind. As Callum watched, Eric parted Natasha's bum cheeks and nuzzled against the pink opening of her anus.

"You dirty bastard!" she squealed. "Don't kiss that, kiss my cheeks, you filthy pig!"

Enraged, Callum stormed into the room, grabbed Eric by the throat, dragged him off the bed and hurled him to the floor.

Eric was terrified, in a state of confusion as he lay on the carpet. Natasha was surprised by her spouse's sudden appearance, but she quickly realised what was happening and rolled over.

Callum demanded to know what was going on. Natasha began to answer her angry husband, but he cut her off.

"I'll deal with you later," he roared. "First, I'm going to kill him!" He stood over his rival, ready to attack.

Eric cowered on the floor, afraid for his life. "Please, no!" he blubbered. "Don't hurt me!"

Callum clenched his fists with rage, preparing to launch a vicious assault. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Eric looked too pathetic. Although Callum would have loved to stomp on his face, he couldn't. Callum punched the wall, denting the plasterboard.

Natasha squealed; she was very excited. Callum hadn't been this angry in years. He was shouting at Eric to get up and fight him like a man, veins were bulging on his forehead. Eric was in no condition to fight or even stand. He was a gibbering wreck. He watched in horror as Callum pulled the belt out of the loops of his jeans.

"Don't whip me!" pleaded Eric. "Just let me go."

"I'm not going to whip you," growled Callum menacingly. "But as you obviously like kissing arses so much, you can kiss mine!"

Eric groaned.

"You heard," barked Callum. "Come here."

Natasha licked her lips with anticipation.

"OK," murmured Eric. "Whatever you say." He crawled to where Callum was stood. Callum looked down at Eric grovelling on the floor, then turned around, unbuttoned his jeans, and lowered them, baring his muscular bottom in front of Eric's face.

Callum bent forward, resting his hands on the sofa, then tersely told the other man to stop staring and start kissing. Eric whimpered, but not willing to fight, he saw no other choice. He kissed his opponent's taut buttocks in turn, planting his soft lips on the coarse skin. Natasha giggled.

Having kissed both cheeks, Eric slumped on the floor. Callum barked at him to keep kissing until he was told to stop. Eric knelt behind Callum, and Callum could feel lips on his buttocks again. Natasha laughed.

"You know," the diabolical lady said. "He wasn't just kissing my cheeks; the filthy pig was kissing my hole as well."

"Really?" said Callum. "Well, he can kiss mine too." Bending forward, he spread his cheeks before Eric's face, baring his hairy crevice, and his wrinkled, brown anus. "Do it," he snarled.

Eric planted a lingering kiss on the dirty hole, his heart beating hard.

"Keep kissing it," muttered Callum, straining. A long, wet-sounding fart blew out of Callum's bum hole against Eric's lips, making him flinch with disgust. The smell was overpowering. Natasha laughed hysterically.

Things continued like this; Eric kissing Callum's arse, Callum farting in Eric's face, and Natasha laughing at both of them. Eric, although sickened and shamed, was glad to avoid a beating. Callum enjoyed humiliating another man, and Natasha was greatly entertained and excited by it all.

Eventually, Callum's rage and flatulence subsided. He pulled up his jeans and told Eric he had one minute to leave the house. Eric hastily got up, grabbed his clothes and dashed from the room, still naked. He pulled his clothes on at the bottom of the stairs, nervously glancing upwards, then ran out of the door to his car, which was parked outside.

Natasha stood naked at the bedroom window and watched as her lover sped off into the distance.