“Tell the man thank you dear.”
“Thank you.” I uttered as best I could, muffled from underneath the mess Tiffany was grinding onto my face. The tight pussy I once claimed mine and mine only, left a pulsating, gaping, cum filled wreck compliments of Joe. And I had just thanked him for the work with a tongue slick with his bull seed. Two months ago, when I had begged Tiffany to take a lover for me to watch, I’d have never imagined we would wind up here, not to mention where we would be going.
My wife Tiffany and I met shortly after college. I was the skinny nerdy guy who helped write essays for her and she was the classic sorority girl. Runner up for homecoming queen, snubbed by campus politics if you asked me or any guy with eyes. She was gorgeous in every sense of the word, a petite Latina with a perfect bubble but and perky b cups, outshone only by her smile and her brown eyes that would dazzle in the right light. She was only my second ever girlfriend and I knew I had to make her the one. Some may have been surprised that a smoke show like her would settle down with a guy like me, but love only has to make sense to the two that are in it, and we knew we loved each other deeply.
Our sex life was great. She delighted in taking my cock, an average 6in cut cock in length, though much more modest in girth, with a head much larger than the skinny shaft. I knew I wasn’t the thickest, but Tiffany never seemed to complain and I never left her without at least one orgasm, from my tongue as I never could quite get her all the way there with just my thrusts. One night after she released my head from between her thighs, panting as she let her orgasm wash over her she blissfully sighed, “You are the absolute best pussy eater I’ve ever had.” I kissed her deeply in reply giving her a taste of her own cum, partly out of passion but partly for lack of words as an endless swirl of conflicting thoughts and feelings scrambled my brain. How many guys had tasted her pussy? Were there any girls? How many felt her inner walls gripping them as they emptied their loads into her? I guess on some level I always knew I wasn’t her first anything, but having only one girlfriend prior to her myself it wasn’t something I had given much thought to. Until her comment. It was so specific too, “best pussy eater” hadn’t we been through our usual lovemaking routine all the way through?
The thoughts of her with her previous lovers consumed me. How did I compare to them? Did she ever reminisce about them? Did she think of them when we were together in those intimate moments? All of these thoughts filled me with insecurity and yet, undeniable arousal. In the weeks that followed I was absolutely all over Tiff. Our typical once a night to every other night lovemaking was upped to at least 3 times a day. My thrusts fueled by the thoughts of those who thrusted before, my tongue certain it could taste their remnants. Tiffany knew something was up. And when she asked I told her truthfully as there were no secrets in our marriage. The notion amused her, she giggled that “most guys hate to think of their wife with another man”
“I think it’s kinda hot honestly, and it’s from before we were together so I mean it is not like it was wrong, why should I be mad?” She smiled a sweet smile and said “And besides you’re the one I chose!” And with that she kissed me. But with her lips pressed to mine and her sweet words in my ears, the only thing on my mind was all the other cocks those lips had wrapped themselves around. I was obsessed. And in time my obsession with her past became a singular fixation. I wanted, I needed, to know what she would have looked like in the throes of passion with another. I asked her first if she had any pictures or videos with any of her exes still, and at this she was annoyed, “We’ve been married how many years now? Why would I still have those? Do I bore you so that you need something more to be turned on by me?” I tried to explain that it wasn’t that I needed something more, but that this turned me on in an entirely different way. Without another avenue available to quench this insatiable thirst within me, I finally put it to her that I wanted more than anything to watch her fuck someone else. She wouldn’t hear any of it. Our marriage vows meant something to her she would always say whenever I brought it up. I would try to explain it was different since she had my blessing but she wouldn’t hear me. I persisted, and she began asking questions rather than just shutting me down. Would I pick the guy or would she? Well it only seemed fair for her to pick. Would I be participating too or just there to watch? Well I think I’d be driven to join in. She was thinking about it, perhaps even considering it, but she told me I wasn’t to ask about it ever again. The night of our anniversary she told me she had a surprise planned. I knew better than to get my hopes up but the last week she was constantly on her phone and careful to make sure I couldn’t see the screen. She had cleaned the house top to bottom in nothing but a pair of lace panties and an oversized basketball jersey she had stolen from an ex. She was teasing me, her perfect ass peaking from beneath the jersey of a man who had helped himself to her holes while I was helping with her homework with every reach and bend she made. She shut down any advance I made throughout the day, telling me she would make it worth it that night. We watched the sunset from the back patio with a glass of wine. As the sun went down on our anniversary it seemed time was running out for any “surprise”. And just then there was a knock at the door. Tiffany jumped up to answer it, welcoming through the threshold a large black man who introduced himself as Joe. “Honey, you begged me for this and so I give it to you, Joe here is going to do everything you have been wanting to see. He specializes in married women wanting to put on a show for their husbands. He has agreed to come over under the condition that you don’t speak a word unless he tells you too. Understand?” Her questioning tone had snapped me back to reality, having been so dazed by the situation and awestruck by Tiffany’s choice. It’s as though she sought out everything I wasn’t. His dark complexion and contrast to my fair skin, his broad shoulders to my narrow frame. I swallowed hard and nodded my head yes in reply. Satisfied with my answer Joe spoke up, “On your knees bitch.”, he ordered my wife and she obliged him immediately. She moved to take her top off but he stopped her with “I didn’t tell you to do that yet, did I? This is my favorite part, take off your husbands pants but don’t touch his cock. I want to see how excited he is first.”. She crawled to me as Joe stood beside me. Taking down my pants and boxers in one go my erect cock sprung free before her beautiful brown eyes as it had hundreds of times before, only this time she made no advance to touch it. Joe snorted and said “wow you weren’t kidding, pencil dick here really wants this haha, well don’t keep him waiting then, hop to it” gesturing to his belt. She wasn’t kidding? What did he mean? What had they talked about? Was she not kidding about how excited I was for this or about my “pencil dick”, surely she hadn’t said that to him had she? At the clink of his belt buckle I was snapped fully back to the present. She pulled down his pants and boxers in one move as well, only nothing sprung out from the elastic. Before my petite wife hung a set of low hanging balls the size of golf balls, and atop his pendulous sack swung a beautiful specimen. Fully soft his uncut, vascular black cock already had me beat in the girth department by a lot, and seemed to rival my fully erect length. “Look at your husband fully hard and so far all you’ve done is get my soft cock out. You’re still dressed but seeing you in the same room as this cock has him all worked up, but he still can’t come close to this size can he?”. She obeyed his command looking to me and smiling, for the first time naked before her her smile was one of pity and an almost cruel pleasure. She and I had never talked about me being humiliated. Was this something he brought in or she suggested? Either way she seemed to be enjoying it and my biggest fantasy was being fulfilled so I permitted it, though truth be told in this current state and given our massive size difference in all departments I’d be powerless to put a stop to it at this point, in fact, I’d be powerless to stop anything at all come to think of it. I just had to hope he would be good to her and she would enjoy it. “I asked you a question didn’t I?” Joe growled seemingly impatient with her unconscious defiance, “Yes you are much bigger soft than he can ever be hard.”, she grabbed his still soft cock near the base angling it towards me, “I mean sorry honey but you can see it’s undeniable.”. I flushed and looked down at my shame and arousal bobbing away with my pulse and otherworldly arousal at the scene before me. “That’s my good slut, now get naked and show me you still remember how to make a big dick hard even after being married to that for years.”. She removed her tank top revealing perky tits were capped by nipples hard with excitement, before peeling her lace panties away from her supple ass and down off her ankles without ever rising from her knees. “She tells me all you’re good for is your tongue, so get beneath her and get to work, you see how much cock she’s about to get tonight I need her good and wet. While his mouth is working so will yours slut.” Before I could make my way below her she had raised his heavy cock to her lips. I watched as she unhinged her jaw to take him in to just below the head where his foreskin naturally bunched in its semi flaccid state. She seemed to relish the extra skin his uncut cock provided, stroking it lightly as her tongue swirled around the fat purple head in her mouth, as I clambered beneath her i watched her other hand fondling his balls. When I had positioned myself below her I found her pussy already wet. The taste of her excitement from just seeing and then shortly sucking his massive cock was enough to convince me this had been the right thing to do. Then almost as if to cast doubt on my newfound sense of security he placed a hand behind her head and began working her onto his now hard cock. Deeper and deeper, ever more forcefully he made her take his cock. He didn’t thrust but rather seemed to relish the control he felt working her mouth down his shaft. Soon her gags filled the room as a string of spit dangled from her lips outstretched around his shaft, down her chin and to her tits. Her gags sounded to be getting more desperate and I began to wonder if he was being to rough for her to handle, but in response to her rough treatment she began bucking and grinding her now sopping pussy all over my face. He ordered her to release me so I could stand next to him. I had thought this meant I’d have a turn at her throat but instead he made me watch as he slapped her cheeks with his baton of a cock. “You like seeing your wife slutted out for this big black cock?”. Remembering my vow of silence I nodded meekly. “Then watch the slut in her natural state. Bend over and spread your holes slut.” My wife, with watery eyes from gagging and light red imprints of his cock head on her cheeks bent over and spread herself to him. He stuck the index and middle finger of his meaty paw into her waiting cunt. She let out a light moan as he pumped these digits in and out of her. I thought he was checking for adequate lubrication before he told me to come down and press my cheek too her ass cheek. He withdrew his soaked fingers and held them at arms length closing one eye and approximating “I reckon these two fingers are about as wide as that little prick of yours. Look at how tight she still is after taking that.”. I looked where I was told and observed the glistening pink folds showed no sign of any major gap. “That’s the last time you’re gonna see this pussy like that little guy.”, and with that he lined up his cock with her entrance, and with a forceful jerk of his hulking body he buried himself balls deep into my wife. She yiped out in pain with this first and the following 20 or thirty strokes but the fact was she took his entire massive cock in one go, no pain no gain. And soon it was clear there was no more pain as she began moaning, howling and screeching in pleasure sounds I’d never heard come from my sweet wife. Soon she was backing herself into his thrusts their bodies meeting with a thunderous clap. In the heat of the moment I had not even thought about protection but now I stared down as his bare cock plunged in and out of her pussy stretched to the absolute limit. I wanted to ask her if she had talked to him before about where to cum but my vow of silence forbade it and besides she was now having an earth shattering orgasm around his cock, something I’d never given her. With that display I gave in, gave myself to them, to her pleasure, to his cock. I would do whatever they wanted me to, I was hooked.
To be continued.
“Thank you.” I uttered as best I could, muffled from underneath the mess Tiffany was grinding onto my face. The tight pussy I once claimed mine and mine only, left a pulsating, gaping, cum filled wreck compliments of Joe. And I had just thanked him for the work with a tongue slick with his bull seed. Two months ago, when I had begged Tiffany to take a lover for me to watch, I’d have never imagined we would wind up here, not to mention where we would be going.
My wife Tiffany and I met shortly after college. I was the skinny nerdy guy who helped write essays for her and she was the classic sorority girl. Runner up for homecoming queen, snubbed by campus politics if you asked me or any guy with eyes. She was gorgeous in every sense of the word, a petite Latina with a perfect bubble but and perky b cups, outshone only by her smile and her brown eyes that would dazzle in the right light. She was only my second ever girlfriend and I knew I had to make her the one. Some may have been surprised that a smoke show like her would settle down with a guy like me, but love only has to make sense to the two that are in it, and we knew we loved each other deeply.
Our sex life was great. She delighted in taking my cock, an average 6in cut cock in length, though much more modest in girth, with a head much larger than the skinny shaft. I knew I wasn’t the thickest, but Tiffany never seemed to complain and I never left her without at least one orgasm, from my tongue as I never could quite get her all the way there with just my thrusts. One night after she released my head from between her thighs, panting as she let her orgasm wash over her she blissfully sighed, “You are the absolute best pussy eater I’ve ever had.” I kissed her deeply in reply giving her a taste of her own cum, partly out of passion but partly for lack of words as an endless swirl of conflicting thoughts and feelings scrambled my brain. How many guys had tasted her pussy? Were there any girls? How many felt her inner walls gripping them as they emptied their loads into her? I guess on some level I always knew I wasn’t her first anything, but having only one girlfriend prior to her myself it wasn’t something I had given much thought to. Until her comment. It was so specific too, “best pussy eater” hadn’t we been through our usual lovemaking routine all the way through?
The thoughts of her with her previous lovers consumed me. How did I compare to them? Did she ever reminisce about them? Did she think of them when we were together in those intimate moments? All of these thoughts filled me with insecurity and yet, undeniable arousal. In the weeks that followed I was absolutely all over Tiff. Our typical once a night to every other night lovemaking was upped to at least 3 times a day. My thrusts fueled by the thoughts of those who thrusted before, my tongue certain it could taste their remnants. Tiffany knew something was up. And when she asked I told her truthfully as there were no secrets in our marriage. The notion amused her, she giggled that “most guys hate to think of their wife with another man”
“I think it’s kinda hot honestly, and it’s from before we were together so I mean it is not like it was wrong, why should I be mad?” She smiled a sweet smile and said “And besides you’re the one I chose!” And with that she kissed me. But with her lips pressed to mine and her sweet words in my ears, the only thing on my mind was all the other cocks those lips had wrapped themselves around. I was obsessed. And in time my obsession with her past became a singular fixation. I wanted, I needed, to know what she would have looked like in the throes of passion with another. I asked her first if she had any pictures or videos with any of her exes still, and at this she was annoyed, “We’ve been married how many years now? Why would I still have those? Do I bore you so that you need something more to be turned on by me?” I tried to explain that it wasn’t that I needed something more, but that this turned me on in an entirely different way. Without another avenue available to quench this insatiable thirst within me, I finally put it to her that I wanted more than anything to watch her fuck someone else. She wouldn’t hear any of it. Our marriage vows meant something to her she would always say whenever I brought it up. I would try to explain it was different since she had my blessing but she wouldn’t hear me. I persisted, and she began asking questions rather than just shutting me down. Would I pick the guy or would she? Well it only seemed fair for her to pick. Would I be participating too or just there to watch? Well I think I’d be driven to join in. She was thinking about it, perhaps even considering it, but she told me I wasn’t to ask about it ever again. The night of our anniversary she told me she had a surprise planned. I knew better than to get my hopes up but the last week she was constantly on her phone and careful to make sure I couldn’t see the screen. She had cleaned the house top to bottom in nothing but a pair of lace panties and an oversized basketball jersey she had stolen from an ex. She was teasing me, her perfect ass peaking from beneath the jersey of a man who had helped himself to her holes while I was helping with her homework with every reach and bend she made. She shut down any advance I made throughout the day, telling me she would make it worth it that night. We watched the sunset from the back patio with a glass of wine. As the sun went down on our anniversary it seemed time was running out for any “surprise”. And just then there was a knock at the door. Tiffany jumped up to answer it, welcoming through the threshold a large black man who introduced himself as Joe. “Honey, you begged me for this and so I give it to you, Joe here is going to do everything you have been wanting to see. He specializes in married women wanting to put on a show for their husbands. He has agreed to come over under the condition that you don’t speak a word unless he tells you too. Understand?” Her questioning tone had snapped me back to reality, having been so dazed by the situation and awestruck by Tiffany’s choice. It’s as though she sought out everything I wasn’t. His dark complexion and contrast to my fair skin, his broad shoulders to my narrow frame. I swallowed hard and nodded my head yes in reply. Satisfied with my answer Joe spoke up, “On your knees bitch.”, he ordered my wife and she obliged him immediately. She moved to take her top off but he stopped her with “I didn’t tell you to do that yet, did I? This is my favorite part, take off your husbands pants but don’t touch his cock. I want to see how excited he is first.”. She crawled to me as Joe stood beside me. Taking down my pants and boxers in one go my erect cock sprung free before her beautiful brown eyes as it had hundreds of times before, only this time she made no advance to touch it. Joe snorted and said “wow you weren’t kidding, pencil dick here really wants this haha, well don’t keep him waiting then, hop to it” gesturing to his belt. She wasn’t kidding? What did he mean? What had they talked about? Was she not kidding about how excited I was for this or about my “pencil dick”, surely she hadn’t said that to him had she? At the clink of his belt buckle I was snapped fully back to the present. She pulled down his pants and boxers in one move as well, only nothing sprung out from the elastic. Before my petite wife hung a set of low hanging balls the size of golf balls, and atop his pendulous sack swung a beautiful specimen. Fully soft his uncut, vascular black cock already had me beat in the girth department by a lot, and seemed to rival my fully erect length. “Look at your husband fully hard and so far all you’ve done is get my soft cock out. You’re still dressed but seeing you in the same room as this cock has him all worked up, but he still can’t come close to this size can he?”. She obeyed his command looking to me and smiling, for the first time naked before her her smile was one of pity and an almost cruel pleasure. She and I had never talked about me being humiliated. Was this something he brought in or she suggested? Either way she seemed to be enjoying it and my biggest fantasy was being fulfilled so I permitted it, though truth be told in this current state and given our massive size difference in all departments I’d be powerless to put a stop to it at this point, in fact, I’d be powerless to stop anything at all come to think of it. I just had to hope he would be good to her and she would enjoy it. “I asked you a question didn’t I?” Joe growled seemingly impatient with her unconscious defiance, “Yes you are much bigger soft than he can ever be hard.”, she grabbed his still soft cock near the base angling it towards me, “I mean sorry honey but you can see it’s undeniable.”. I flushed and looked down at my shame and arousal bobbing away with my pulse and otherworldly arousal at the scene before me. “That’s my good slut, now get naked and show me you still remember how to make a big dick hard even after being married to that for years.”. She removed her tank top revealing perky tits were capped by nipples hard with excitement, before peeling her lace panties away from her supple ass and down off her ankles without ever rising from her knees. “She tells me all you’re good for is your tongue, so get beneath her and get to work, you see how much cock she’s about to get tonight I need her good and wet. While his mouth is working so will yours slut.” Before I could make my way below her she had raised his heavy cock to her lips. I watched as she unhinged her jaw to take him in to just below the head where his foreskin naturally bunched in its semi flaccid state. She seemed to relish the extra skin his uncut cock provided, stroking it lightly as her tongue swirled around the fat purple head in her mouth, as I clambered beneath her i watched her other hand fondling his balls. When I had positioned myself below her I found her pussy already wet. The taste of her excitement from just seeing and then shortly sucking his massive cock was enough to convince me this had been the right thing to do. Then almost as if to cast doubt on my newfound sense of security he placed a hand behind her head and began working her onto his now hard cock. Deeper and deeper, ever more forcefully he made her take his cock. He didn’t thrust but rather seemed to relish the control he felt working her mouth down his shaft. Soon her gags filled the room as a string of spit dangled from her lips outstretched around his shaft, down her chin and to her tits. Her gags sounded to be getting more desperate and I began to wonder if he was being to rough for her to handle, but in response to her rough treatment she began bucking and grinding her now sopping pussy all over my face. He ordered her to release me so I could stand next to him. I had thought this meant I’d have a turn at her throat but instead he made me watch as he slapped her cheeks with his baton of a cock. “You like seeing your wife slutted out for this big black cock?”. Remembering my vow of silence I nodded meekly. “Then watch the slut in her natural state. Bend over and spread your holes slut.” My wife, with watery eyes from gagging and light red imprints of his cock head on her cheeks bent over and spread herself to him. He stuck the index and middle finger of his meaty paw into her waiting cunt. She let out a light moan as he pumped these digits in and out of her. I thought he was checking for adequate lubrication before he told me to come down and press my cheek too her ass cheek. He withdrew his soaked fingers and held them at arms length closing one eye and approximating “I reckon these two fingers are about as wide as that little prick of yours. Look at how tight she still is after taking that.”. I looked where I was told and observed the glistening pink folds showed no sign of any major gap. “That’s the last time you’re gonna see this pussy like that little guy.”, and with that he lined up his cock with her entrance, and with a forceful jerk of his hulking body he buried himself balls deep into my wife. She yiped out in pain with this first and the following 20 or thirty strokes but the fact was she took his entire massive cock in one go, no pain no gain. And soon it was clear there was no more pain as she began moaning, howling and screeching in pleasure sounds I’d never heard come from my sweet wife. Soon she was backing herself into his thrusts their bodies meeting with a thunderous clap. In the heat of the moment I had not even thought about protection but now I stared down as his bare cock plunged in and out of her pussy stretched to the absolute limit. I wanted to ask her if she had talked to him before about where to cum but my vow of silence forbade it and besides she was now having an earth shattering orgasm around his cock, something I’d never given her. With that display I gave in, gave myself to them, to her pleasure, to his cock. I would do whatever they wanted me to, I was hooked.
To be continued.
