Husband’s Best Friend Compromises Chelsea Vegas for Blowjob

The sun was setting over the Las Vegas Strip, casting an orange glow across the city that never sleeps. Inside one of the many swanky suites at the Bellagio, tensions were rising along with the temperature. Chelsea Vegas, the busty blonde bombshell, was in the middle of a compromising situation that would leave her husband, Mike, red-faced and embarrassed.

It all started when Chelsea’s old college friend, Brad, crashed at their apartment for the night. Brad was a smooth talker, the kind of guy who could charm the pants off any woman. And Chelsea, with her skimpy Vegas lingerie and too many margaritas, was putty in his hands.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Chelsea pouted, her full lips glistening with gloss. “I’m married, you know.”

Brad smirked, his hands cupping her ample breasts. “Come on, Chels. It’ll be our little secret. Mike doesn’t have to know.”

Chelsea hesitated, but the feeling of Brad’s strong hands on her body was too much to resist. “Fine,” she relented. “But we can’t let Mike catch us.”

With that, Brad pushed Chelsea onto the bed and hiked up her sheer negligee. His skillful tongue traced lines up her thigh, teasing her damp slit through her lacy thong. Chelsea gasped, arching her back and tangling her fingers in Brad’s hair.

Just then, the doorWHOOSHED open and in walked Mike, fresh from his shift at the casino. He froze in the doorway, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him.

“W-what the fuck?!” Mike sputtered, his face turning beet red.

Chelsea yelped and scrambled to cover herself, but it was too late. Brad turned to face Mike, aocking grin on his face.

“Relax, buddy. Your wife just needed a little…release,” Brad said, licking Chelsea’s juices from his lips. “She was getting bored with your tiny pecker, so I offered to help out.”

Mike’s humiliation was complete. He stood there, meek and helpless, as Brad relished his victory. Chelsea, on the other hand, was enjoying every second of this cuckold humiliation.

“Mmm, Brad’s right,” Chelsea purred, spreading her legs to expose her dripping pussy to Mike. “You could never satisfy me like this.”

With that, Brad pushed Mike aside and positioned himself between Chelsea’s thighs. He devoured her pussy with gusto, flicking his tongue against her sensitive clit until she was writhing beneath him.

“Oh fuck yes,” Chelsea moaned, grinding her hips against Brad’s face. “Right there, you bastard!”

Mike watched, helpless and ashamed, as his wife writhed in ecstasy under another man’s touch. Brad brought Chelsea to the brink of orgasm, then pulled away, leaving her desperate and wanting.

“She’s all yours, buddy,” Brad taunted, wiping Chelsea’s juices from his cheek. “Better make her come, before she decides to fuck someone else entirely.”

Mike hesitantly stepped forward, his fingers shaking as he reached for Chelsea’s glistening mound. She let out a satisfied sigh as he began to stroke her, but it wasn’t enough.

“C’mon, you can do better than that,” she scoffed, grabbing Mike’s hand and guiding it to her needy hole. “Shove your fingers inside me. Get me ready for Brad’s big cock.”

Mike obeyed, plunging two fingers into Chelsea’s tight entrance. She bucked against his hand, fucking herself on his fingers as Brad watched and chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Chelsea gasped. “Now lick my cunt. Clean me up so Brad can fill me with his hot seed.”

Mike scrambled to obey, burying his face in Chelsea’s pussy and lapping at her sweet juices. She rode his face mercilessly, grinding her clit against his tongue until she came with a scream of ecstasy.

But Chelsea wasn’t done yet. She wanted Brad inside her, filling her up and marking her as his own. She pushed Mike away and crooked her finger at Brad, inviting him to take what was his.

Brad wasted no time. He deftly sheathed his hard cock inside Chelsea’s still-quivering pussy, groaning at the tight heat enveloping him. Chelsea moaned wantonly, wrapping her legs around Brad’s waist as he began to thrust.

Mike watched, his face flushed with shame and humiliation, as Brad fucked his wife with wild abandon. Chelsea’s tits bounced with each powerful thrust, her moans filling the room.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Chelsea panted, digging her nails into Brad’s back. “I’ve missed this so much. I need your cum. Please, fill me up!”

Brad pistoned into Chelsea harder and faster, his balls slapping against her ass as he reached his peak. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside Chelsea’s spasming cunt and shot his load.

“Oh fuck yes,” Chelsea cried out, her back arching as she felt Brad’s hot seed flooding her womb. “Give it all to me. Breed me, Brad!”

Mike watched in agony as Brad spent himself inside Chelsea, claiming her as his own. Chelsea collapsed back onto the bed, sated and satisfied, while Brad pulled out and tucked himself away.

“That was amazing, Chels,” Brad smirked, kissing her deeply. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

Chelsea giggled, nuzzling into Brad’s chest. “Anytime, hot stuff. Anytime.”

And just like that, the compromising session was over. Brad sauntered out of the room, leaving Chelsea and Mike alone to deal with the aftermath of their cuckold humiliation.

Mike wanted to be angry, to lash out at Chelsea for betraying him. But instead, he found himself getting hard at the thought of her being filled by another man. Chelsea noticed his growing erection and laughed cruelly.

“Looks like someone enjoyed watching his wife get fucked by his friend,” she taunted, cupping the bulge in Mike’s pants. “Maybe next time, I’ll let Brad film it. Then all of Vegas can see what a pathetic cuckold you are.”

And with that, Chelsea rolled over and went to sleep, leaving Mike’s mind racing with dark, shameful thoughts of more humiliating compromises to come.