I Am A Cuckold

My wife called me at work and said she had a incredibly sexy surprise for me and to come home for lunch.  I don’t usually head home for lunch because by the time I get there, I only have about 20 or 30 minutes before I have to head back to work.  This time, though, I figured that a blowjob was worth it. I called my wife on the way.  She sounded so horny.

When I got home I kicked off my shoes, took off my shirt, and stripped down to my boxers.  I raced down the hallway and burst into the bedroom and then got the surprise of my life.  My wife was naked on her back with her legs spread wide with another man’s face plastered between her thighs.  He was going down on her, and all she could do to maintain her composure was to grip a handful of bedsheets.

After a couple of minutes, they finally noticed me standing at the entrance slack-jawed and in shock.  My wife said, “Oh honey, you got here fast.  I want you to meet James.”  James lifted his head up from between her legs and sheepishly said, “Hey dude.”  He went right back to eating my wife out.  My wife started whimpering again.  Within about five more minutes, she started bucking her hips into his face while groaning.  Her body was tense and stiff for about a minute straight, until she released her death grip on the sheets and stopped arching her back.  I can’t ever remember my wife having an orgasm like that from my tongue.

James grinned at her and then looked at me, “You can join in if you want.”  I was thinking, that’s nice, another man is inviting me to have sex with MY wife.  I walked a little closer to the bed and just stood there.  James got up on his knees and positioned himself between my wife’s legs.  He started rubbing his penis all around my wife’s thighs, labia, and pubic area.  He was like a dog marking his territory.

My wife leaned up to kiss him, and they started making out passionately.  I could see her tiny hands gripped around his cock while slowly stroking it.  I couldn’t get a good look at his dick, but it seemed a little on the large side.  After a few minutes of making out, James commented that my wife was making his cock leak.  Sure enough, clear precum was oozing out of his dick and sticking to my wife’s belly.

He sat back up on his knees and went back to tracing his cock between my wife’s legs.  I finally got a good look at this guy’s penis.  It was engorged, chubby thick, and definitely way above average in length.  I couldn’t fully appreciate just how big it was until he laid it down on my wife’s abdomen.  It stretched out from the top of her pussy all the way to her belly button.  When he adjusted himself, his balls poked out from between her legs and they were absolutely enormous.  They were like two oversized Grade A Jumbo eggs.

I instantly thought this guy is a stud built to impregnate women.  Once he got around to penetrating my wife, his dick would have to be pushed up about as deep into her womb as a dick could get.  The fatness and thickness of his cock would ensure that not a drop of cum leaked out of her.  And his monstrous testicles would no doubt produce loads of fertilizing cum.  I just prayed my wife had the good sense to have him use a condom.  She didn’t.

When he started rubbing the head of his penis down the center of her labia, it was like his dick was a white hot branding iron.  My wife was bucking her hips trying to get him to stuff his cock inside her.  When he pressed his dick at the entrance to her opening, her vagina looked way too small for him.  He gently pushed the head into her pussy.  She raised up and positioned her right hand on his abdomen to slow him down.  Even though he was packing a monstrous penis, he knew how to be gentle with a woman.

He was dominant, yet he allowed my wife to control the way his cock penetrated her vagina.  She was a ball of tension for about thirty seconds, but that tension quickly subsided when she realized this man knew how to enter a woman.  My wife was about to get laid by a master cocksman.

With his dick about a quarter of the way in my wife, James stopped pushing it in, and just focused on rubbing her thighs and legs down.  He massaged, rubbed, and kissed her legs everywhere.  As I was watching him work her calves and feet with his hands, my wife literally melted into the bedsheets.  The next time I glanced down between their legs, his cock was buried almost all the way in her.

He knelt in front of her motionless and allowed her to grind herself the rest of the way on his penis.  When she finally pushed his dick completely into her body, his face beamed from the pleasures my wife was giving to him.  They stayed connected like without moving for at least a couple of minutes.  He was letting my wife’s vagina fully adjust to accommodate his bulging cock.  All I could think of was his penis inside her pushing all the way to her cervix.  His dick must have been deep inside her vaginal walls and resting under her bellybutton.

I watched a few drops of his sweat fall on to my wife’s body.  I noticed her body glistening too.  They were already flaming hot with lust.  My wife gripped his strong arms and whispered to him that she was ready.  He slowly withdrew his shaft from her – almost slower than when he penetrated her.  Her labia gripped his penis as he pulled out of her.  He didn’t completely pull out.  He never let the thick mushroom head of his cock come out of her pussy.  He paused again to let her adjust.

Her legs were bent at the knees yet stayed somewhat stiff.  It was like she was doing her best to stay as still as she could while he worked his magic between her legs.  He pushed it back inside her a little faster this time, and even though her pink pussy lips were glued to his cock, you could tell it was starting to get easier for her to take him in.  He waited a couple of seconds to start sliding back out of her pussy.  This time he pulled out of her all the way and hovered his cock inches from her puffy labia.  A little string of precum kept them connected as they stared into each others eyes.

My wife was still open-legged and motionless as he pressed the head of his dick at her opening again.  This time he was a little more abrupt, and her hand shot straight up to his abdomen temporarily stopping his motion.  As he slowly pulled back up, there was thick white sticky goo about an inch from the base of his cock.  Neither one of them had orgasmed yet, so I was puzzled at seeing their sex juices already thick and gummy.

She said she was okay, and he started getting into a rhythm with his strokes plunging deeper into her.  I found myself stuffing my hand into my boxers to touch myself.  My dick was already rock hard and dripping with precum.  I mean the whole front of my boxers felt like it was cold and wet to the touch.  My dick was so hyper-sensitive that it hurt.  Even the fabric of my boxers seemed like sandpaper to me.  I let my dick slip out of the fly and into the bedroom air.

Meanwhile, James’ back was being squeezed by my wife’s serpentine legs as he settled into the missionary position with her.  Her bright red toenails and smooth white skin were in stark contrast to his strong muscular back.  I touched my penis again and this time wrapped my hand around it.  Before I could even really start masturbating, James shot me a quick glance and yelled at me to stop being a faggot and get my clothes back on.

I bowed my head a little and shuffled off back into the living room to get my pants back on.  I contemplated pleasuring myself, but I really didn’t want to miss what was going on in my bedroom and on my bed.  When I got back, my wife’s legs were on his forearms, and he was forcefully pounding on her pussy.  My wife was breathing really heavy with occasional whimpers, grunts, and light squeals.  I’d never heard her make noises like that before.  It was very primal like I imagined a caveman and cavewoman might have done eons ago.  He was quite the man’s man.  My wife was definitely his possession.

I positioned myself behind them at the foot of the bed.  I know they sensed I was watching, but they obviously didn’t seem to mind as long as I kept my dick in my pants.  I couldn’t get over how big is balls were, actually how big the skin around his balls was.  His scrotum reminded me of a bull’s testicles.  As he plunged into my wife his ball sac was yanked back and forth slapping my wife’s ass and thighs.

Without warning, my wife started something that sounded like caterwauling and moaning mixed in at the same time.  Her fingernails dug into his back for a moment, and then she dropped her hands down and grabbed the bedsheets.  Her orgasm triggered an animalistic response from James.  He yanked my wife’s legs up to his chest and then leaned over her.  When she turned her head left or right, she was looking at her own ankles.

He started rough fucking my wife to where she was pressing her fists into the bed at her sides.  Her face was splotchy red and almost grimacing in pain, but in a good way.  If someone walked in on them it might seem like he was raping her except for her occasional dirty talk asking him to fuck her harder.

His grunts and groans started sounded more deep and guttural.  His muscular legs started twitching.  I knew he was getting ready to cum.  Within seconds, he voiced it.  “Oh god, I’m going to cum. “  He didn’t really give my wife a choice of where he was going to cum.  My wife with her feet bobbing next to her head and her legs pinned to his shoulders had no choice but to accept his sperm, semen, cum, and whatever else was inside his enormous balls.

His balls started to suck up to the sides as he plunged deep into my wife’s vagina.  He stopped thrusting into her as he rested his penis balls-deep inside my wife.  The area between his balls and ass started to pulsate rapidly.  The violent pulsating action moved up to the base of penis.  He was inseminating his seed deep inside my wife’s womb.  All she could do was rub his forearms as he dumped load after load into her.

He held her like that for a couple of minutes as the pulses slowly subsided.  Even after he was done cumming inside my wife, he kept her with her legs splayed over his shoulders.  It was such a crude position for my wife to be in.  He waited there with his eyes closed.  My wife kept almost lovingly rubbing his arms and hands.

After a couple of minutes like that, he lowered himself onto her missionary style and rested with his dick still jammed inside of her.  He positioned his head next to her with his face in my pillow.  She kissed the side of his face and whispered into his ear that was the best she ever had.  Even after about five minutes of them positioned like that his cock was still hard and inside her.  I was starting to wonder when they would break their genital sex lock.

He only started to get up when she told him she needed to go pee.  As his dick pulled out of her, their thick white sex juices started oozing out of her puffy little vagina.  When he rolled over on his back, his dick was still impressive as it was losing its hardness.  My wife kissed his sex-covered penis and then made her way to the bathroom.

I immediately walked out of the bedroom and waited just outside the door.  They didn’t make too much noise for a few minutes until  I heard her jump back on the bed and start kissing him.  I peeked around the door and saw him sitting on the side of the bed.  My wife was kneeling between his legs and kissing his abdomen.  It didn’t take much to figure out she was going to suck his dick.  Her hands were wrapped around his back presumably massaging his lower back and ass.  She worked her way down to his inner thighs at which is dick started to twitch back to life.  In seconds, his cock was fully engorged and reddish brown.

She spent a considerable amount of time licking and nibbling his huge balls.  She hand one hand wrapped around his ball sac, and it looked kind of like she was milking his balls the way she caressed it back and forth.  Gradually, she licked and kissed her way to the head of his penis.  She toyed with the hole of cock with her tongue until it started spitting out precum.  She grinned up at James as she slowly lowered her mouth down onto his shaft.  She got it in half way and held it for a moment.  She quickly pulled his dick out of mouth and commented on how big it was.

She then wrapped one of her skinny hands around the base of his cock while the other hand cradled his large nuts.  She started working his dick with her mouth pausing every few strokes to vacuum suck the tip.  You could see by her cheeks that she was sucking incredibly hard and teasing the underside of his cock with her tongue.  The whole time he stared down at my wife sucking his cock.

After a couple of minutes, he held her head back and motioned for her to stand up.  Once she did, he kissed her full on the lips, and then swirled her around until she was bent over the side of the bed.  Her pussy was noticeably swollen and irritated from the marathon fuck session they had earlier.  She halfheartedly tried to position herself back down to complete the blowjob, but he didn’t relent.  He just started rubbing his thick penis all over my wife’s heart-shaped ass and the back of her creamy white thighs.

I have to admit that my wife looked amazing bent over our bed like that with her pussy peeking out between her legs.  James asked my wife to spread her ass cheeks.  It was more of a command than asking, but it didn’t really matter.  She instinctively reached back and positioned her red fingernails inches from her puckered little butthole.  James rubbed his dick up and down her inflamed labia and at the door of her sore vagina.

My wife reacted to this by getting up on her tip toes.  Just as it looked like he was going to push it inside her again, he shifted his cock an inch higher and pressed it against her butt.  He was going to fuck my wife in her ass, which really got to me because as much as I begged, she never gave me anal sex.

The first attempt, my wife reached her hand back and guided his dick back towards her pussy.  He let her press it a little into her vagina – about an inch below the head of his penis.  Once again, he shifted it back up and tried to enter her ass.  This time she leaned forward, and told him that she wasn’t ready for that yet.  I was thankful she was saying no to anal.  The ‘yet’ in her comment troubled me, however.

James took no for an answer like a gentleman.  He guided his cock back into her pussy and let my wife control the penetration process.  She gently worked her back into him, and he patiently let her accept his thick shaft.  About half way in, it was clear that she wasn’t doing much to get the rest of his penis in.  That was when he took over.

Without much warning, his big hands gripped her hips and some of her ass.  He forced his full length into her with one quick thrust.  She yelped and tried to jump forward, but he held her down.  As he held his dick balls-deep inside her, he asked her if she was okay.  She meekly responded yeah and asked him to keep going.

Rather than take it slow and gentle, he started from the get-go to pummel my wife’s pussy.  His thighs slapped her ass with each thrust.  All I could hear was the ‘smack’ ‘smack’ ‘smack’ of his skin crashing against my wife’s body.  She grabbed handfuls of the bedsheets and danced around on her tip toes as his hands dug into her back flesh.  Just when I thought my wife couldn’t physically handle the pounding she was taking, she yelled at him, “Fuck me deeper.  Deeper.  Smack my ass.  Deeper.”

He responded by swatting her across her ass and lower back.  I could tell she liked it by the way she started violently bucking back into him.  He smacked her ass about five or six more times before he pinned her down and jammed his cock in her to the hilt.  His legs were twitching.  His balls were sucked up to the sides.  Then he started groaning as he exploded inside my wife’s pussy.  His entire genital region was throbbing and pulsating as he drained his balls in my wife’s vagina.

When he was done, he leaned forward and kissed my wife right on her ruby red lips.  Then he got dressed and told her thanks.  As he passed me heading out the bedroom door, he said, “She all yours, dude.”  Like a dumb ass, I said, “No problem. Thanks.”  I actually told the guy that just fucked my wife, thanks.  When I walked in, my wife was still bent over the bed with cum globbing its way out of her pussy and down to the bedroom floor.

I sat down on the side of the bed next to her.  I didn’t know what to say.  She broke the ice.  “You okay honey?”  Again, I didn’t know what to say.  I mean, I wasn’t prepared to see my wife fucking another man.  I mumbled something incoherent.  She said, “I did it for you, baby.”  I managed to get out, “What do you mean you did it for me?”

“Well, I know that it’s a fantasy of your to see me with another guy.”

I said, “Seriously?  I never said anything like that before.”

She said, “I saw a story you were reading on the internet when I turned on the computer today.”

“I was reading stories about threesomes a couple of nights ago, but I don’t remember seeing anything about my wife with another guy.”

She said, “What do you think a threesome entails?  You and me, and another guy or girl.”

I said, “I think we should have discussed this before…”

“You wouldn’t have done it then.  I wanted to be spontaneous for a change.  And, you know what?  You were turned on.  You liked it.”  She glanced down at my pants.  I was so turned on, that there was an obvious wet spot on the outside of my pants.  It was so much that I wondered if I might have orgasmed without knowing it.  I didn’t really have a way to explain it.  I guess she had a point.

I sheepishly asked her, “Can we… You know, can we have sex now?”

“Honey, that was my plan, but that’s not going to happen.  I am so raw down there right now.  It felt good while we were doing it, but I knew I was going to be sore.  I felt like I was in college again partying so much to where I would wind up walking funny the next day.”

I laughed a very uncomfortable, courtesy laugh.

She said, “I could blow you.”

I immediately said, “Yeah.  Where do you want me?”

She said to give her a second.  She went to the bathroom to clean up.  She came back in some fresh granny panties and a bra – a far cry from the black velour bra and thong panty set she wore for James.  She got down on her knees between my legs.  She started rubbing my legs and thighs much like she did for James earlier.  Then she put her hands around my shaft and started slowly stroking as she kissed my inner thighs.  Within seconds and without warning I exploded all over her back and hair.  She never even got to put her mouth on me.

She giggled a little and commented that I obviously liked seeing her with other men.  I didn’t really say anything to support or argue her statement.  There wasn’t much I could say.  She grabbed a bottle of some kind of salve and asked me to rub it into her pussy.  She draped her legs over the end of the bed, and I got on the floor between her thighs.  I helped her off with her flowery panties and finally got a close look at how hard he fucked her.  Her pussy lips were visibly swollen and red.  There was a slight tear towards the bottom that wasn’t quite bleeding even though there were traces of blood in the crotch of her fresh panties.

It took a few minutes for the scent of the salve to overtake the smell of his sex all over her body.  As I applied more of the cream to her, I wondered how long it would be before she was ready for sex again.  I wondered if James were going to be coming back for seconds.  I wondered if maybe this wasn’t his first time.  I worked up the nerve to ask her to try and blow me again, but when I looked up at her, she was passed out from exhaustion.

Next to the side of the bed was her black thong panties that she had worn for James.  Impulsively, I reached for them.  Even though I was at eye level with my wife’s beautiful pussy, I only started getting hard when I imagined James taking off the black panties that was in my hands.  I imagined him breathing in my wife’s scent for the first time.  I pressed her used panties to my face and stared at her equally used pussy.  I reached into my boxers to pleasure myself.  I intentionally tried to make it last by making it slow with extra light pressure.  It was hopeless.  My senses were in overdrive.  I came in seconds as I thought about James lasting over thirty glorious minutes with my lovely wife.

Surprisingly my sex life has gotten infinitely better than it was.  I used to have sex with my wife maybe two or three times a month.  Ever since James has come into the picture, I have sex with sex her almost every time after he’s had her – usually two or three times a week – and I don’t mind sloppy seconds at all.  The only times I don’t have sex with her is when he spends the night on weekends.  I get the couch, which I don’t mind too much anymore.  So, yeah, you could definitely call me a happy cuckold.

Our sex lives seemed a little routine after almost eight years of marriage.  In retrospect, I think I should have been thankful I even had a sex life.  It was me who first suggested we try a threesome.  My gorgeous wife, Heidi, was against the idea from the start.  It took me pressuring and cajoling her for a few months before she even said she would entertain the idea.

We, actually more like I, decided to start looking for a suitable woman to join our bed.  Surprise, surprise, it was next to impossible to find a bisexual girl.  I even considered hiring a ‘professional’ to join us, but my wife was 100% opposed to that.  She said it was too dirty for her, and she wouldn’t consider spending a single penny on a ‘cheap whore’.

So, we were back to the drawing board when one morning before work my wife commented, “Why does it have to be a woman for a threesome?  Why don’t we find a guy instead?”  I paused for a moment, and at first the idea repulsed me.  I physically almost felt ill just hearing her say that.  My body tensed up, and I felt a burning sensation at the pit of my stomach.  I couldn’t even respond to my wife.  She noticed my discomfort and said, “Tell you what.  You find a nice looking guy, and we’ll do it.”  She jumped in the shower, and I just stood there for a few moments not knowing what to think.  The most shocking thing to me was that my dick was rock hard, and my wife saw it.

I wasn’t much use in work that day.  I kept thinking of what it would be like to have a threesome with my wife and another man.  My ideal threesome was with another woman.  In fact, I never entertained the notion of involving another guy.  I just assumed it could only be with another girl.  My emotions were in utter turmoil.  I was super charged in an extremely sexual fashion, but it was interlaced with jealousy and insecurity at the same time.  By the end of the day, I decided even though it turned me on that I couldn’t deal with it on emotional level of seeing my wife have sex with another man.  I gave up on my quest for a threesome, girl or guy, right then and there.

My wife, on the other hand, had different ideas.  When I got home, my wife’s car was already in the driveway.  I usually got home 30 mins or so before her on work days.  I thought it was odd.  As I walked in, I heard a guy’s voice somewhere in my living room.  My wife called out, “Hun, over in the kitchen.”  I walked up to the kitchen, and there was a handsome fellow sitting on a bar stool by our kitchen counter.  “I want you to meet, Joey.  He’s a bartender at the Mexican restaurant near my work.”  I said hello and shook hands with Joey.  As soon as I finished shaking his hand my wife said, “He’s going to make our threesome a reality today.”  I almost fainted on the kitchen floor.  I was stunned and speechless.

Joey and my wife laughed lightly, and Joey said, “You okay Marty?  Get some water.  You look a little pale.”  Heidi handed me a bottle of beer instead to which I was most thankful.  Joey said, “You know, we don’t have to go through with this.  If you’re not okay with it, then I don’t mind stepping aside.”  I took another sip of beer, but I still couldn’t say anything.

Heidi said to Joey, “There’s towels in the closet next to the hallway bathroom.  Go ahead and take a quick shower and make your self comfortable.  Marty and I are going to freshen up in our bedroom, and we’ll come get you in a few.”  She took me by the hand and walked me to our bedroom.  Once in she sat me down on the bed and knelt before me.  She unlaced my shoes, and unfastened my belt.  Then she dropped my pants and my boxers.  My dick was rock hard.

She rubbed her skinny fingers along my shaft while she massaged my scrotum with her other hand.  “Honey, I won’t do this threesome unless you want to do it.  Don’t do it for any other reason other than it’s your fantasy too.”  She started lightly kissing and sucking on my balls.  Every now and then she would gingerly nibble on the skin between the balls.  She traced her tongue from the base of my balls all the way up the shaft and to my reddish-purple tip.  Precum was oozing from my penis.  She touched the tip of her tongue to the tip and a little rope of cum dangled from my dick to her lips.  I wanted her to suck me so bad.  She stopped stroking me and got up towards the shower.  “Do you want to do this baby, or should I just call this whole thing off?”  I was so charged up and wanted sex so bad, that I would have done anything to get her to blow me.  The feelings of jealousy and insecurity only made me more horny for sex.  I said let’s do it.

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I was killing time just pacing around a store when my fiance finally called.  “Come over…now.”

Everything okay?

Yeah, he wants to talk to you.

Huh, did you….

No.  Just come over.  Now, please.  And, she hung up.

I started thinking what could have happened?  Why does he want to talk to me?  I called back Mary’s cell, but she didn’t answer.  Went to voice mail.  I starting thinking back a couple of hours before.

We woke up earlier knowing today was going to be strange.  The landlord of our condo wanted to meet with us personally to make arrangements presumably to move out.  We were 2 and half months behind in rent, not to mention behind on the electric bill (we were making payments), and just had one of our cars repo’d.  The year before I got promoted, and my fiance quit waitressing.  A few months ago, my base salary dropped and was supposed to be increased by a new commission structure that didn’t quite work out.  Then I got laid off.

The landlord was always nice to us.  He was especially kind to Mary.  He let us use our deposit to pay a month’s rent.  He let us use the last month’s rent to pay for a month’s rent.  He even let us slide with half a month’s rent.  But, we got stuck catching up, and figured we would probably get evicted soon.

It was Mary’s idea to see if she could persuade Ernie for more time.  She said she would dress a “little slutty” and come on to him a little.  I said, “Yeah, right.  No way.”  She said, “What else are we going to do?  I’m not going to sleep with him.  Just flirt a little.  He likes me.”

I said, “Not enough to pay the rent.  Let’s see if he can extend us a month, and we can use out tax refund to get ahead.”  She said, “We can try that.  Trust me.  Let’s pick out something sexy for me to wear.”

Blowing Cuckold Kisses

With that, I helped my fiance get her outfit together.  She picked a tight mini-skirt that was more like a big belt on her.  It showed off more of her ass than it covered.  She has long legs, but this skirt made her legs seems like they went on forever.  You could see her tiny black thong panties whenever she reached for something.  She painted her toenails & fingernails bright red, and slipped into a pair of impossible black high heels.  The top she chose was a basic white t-shirt a couple of sizes to small for her that accented her b-cup size chest.  Her boobs aren’t the biggest, but they looked like they were a good size in that shirt.  A few spritzes of perfume, some lotion over her legs, and she was looking way hot.

She answered the door.  When he came in, and you could tell he was pleased.  We sat down, exchanged some small talk, and then he started in by saying that he couldn’t justify keeping us on a lease.  I told him about the tax refund we were anticipating, and he pointed out that would still not get us to a break even point.  He said if we couldn’t get current and give him a check that he would have to serve us and get the eviction process started.  I started to respond and my fiance put her hand on my arm and asked if I would go get some cigarettes.  I was thinking what the hell since we don’t smoke.  She looked at my eyes and it was like a message for me to leave.  I excused myself, got the keys & drove to the store where I got her call.

When I got to the condo, she was sitting with her legs crossed on the recliner, and you could see a lot of her thighs and legs the way she was sitting.  He was sitting on the loveseat with his hands on his lap.  He patted the seat next to him.  “Your girlfriend says that she would give me a blowjob to get things to work out.”  I shot a quick glance her way, and she pouted a little and shot me a dirty, mean look.  He said, “I don’t ordinarily make arrangements like that, but, I might consider it with you guys.”

I said, “Wait a sec…”

He cut me off, “Hear me out.  Hear me out.  I realize you need a little push forward.  A little help.  I can help you.  Thing is, I won’t do anything without your permission.”  He paused and looked at her and then looked at me.  My fiance was staring down as her feet twirled one of her high heels.  My mind was swirling.  I was thinking wouldn’t it have been better if they just did it and never told me?  Before I could say anything, Mary spoke up.

“Look, baby, it’s no big deal.  We really need this.  I am not moving back home to your mom’s.  This is it.  Don’t mess this up.”  Her eyes and expression reminded me of a wounded animal.  She was pissed and scared at the same time.  I was getting ready to shake my head no, and she reiterated, “It’s nothing.  It means nothing.”  I solemnly nodded yes, and then got up to walk out.

Ernie said, “Now hold on.  You need to be here.  I don’t need some sexual harassment thing or whatever coming back at me.”  I said, “No way.  Just do it.”  As I started to open the door to leave, he said, “Fine.  No deal.”  I stopped, and he stood up to leave.  My fiance jumped up and walked over to him, put her hands on his shoulders, and said, “Hang on.  He’ll stay.”  I closed the door as she dropped to her knees.

I walked over to the recliner, and he motioned for me to sit on the loveseat.  I could see my fiance’s skirt hiked up showing her skinny ass barely covered by her thong floss panties.  She was kissing his crotch through his pants, and you could see his hardness.  He had one of his hands reached out on top of the sofa  and the other stroking Mary’s blonde hair.  She started unfastening his belt and pants as he stepped out of his shoes.

For someone doing as well as he was, it was funny to see that he was wearing basic white briefs.  My wife started kissing and putting her mouth over him through his underwear.  She tugged his underwear down to his ankles and when she looked up there was a fat penis dangling near her face.  His dick was really dark compared to his skin.  It looked almost reddish, black in contrast to his skin.  It was really thick and had nasty veins all over it, and he wasn’t fully hard yet.

Looking Innocent

My fiance went straight for his balls.  They were fairly large, one hanging a lot lower than the other.  She started licking his nuts from the bottom almost near his asshole.  The more she licked, nibbled, and sucked, the tighter his balls constricted.  I noticed string of precum drip that went from the tip of his dick into my fiance’s hair.  He liked the things she was doing to his penis.

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I have to admit I was an arrogant asshole to my wife on more than a few occasions.  Usually after a long day of work, when I got home I didn’t really want to spend a half an hour talking about what a good deal she got at Target or how long it took her to get her nails done.  She was a stay at home mom, and sometimes I had a hard time listening to how much spilled out of a diaper or whatever.

I came home on a Monday night, grabbed a beer, kicked off my shoes and started watching football.  She started in with her shopping adventures and I was trying to listen to a replay, so I snapped at her to be quiet.  She got a little pissy, and went to the kitchen.  After halftime, I realized what a jerk I was being.  I tried making up with her, but she was being a royal bitch.  I checked in on dinner, and she basically told me to make it myself.

So, I grabbed my keys, and took off rather than put up with her BS.  She called the cell and asked where I was going, and I told her anywhere away from her.  She launched in with the nagging and moaning, so I just hung up on her and didn’t answer any of the next twenty calls she placed to me.

I called my friend Kev and we decided to grab some fast food and go back to his apartment to watch the game.  After the game was over, we got to talking, and then decided to go to a strip club for a couple of hours.  The strip club was a real trashy place in an industrial part of town, and the girls there weren’t the best I had ever seen.  But, it was cool hanging out with Kev.  We both got a couple of table dances and a few beers.  It was fun.

Around 11 I called my wife and said I was on my way and not to worry.  Her voice sounded throaty and the only thing I understood her saying was Happy Anniversary.  I instantly felt bad because I had forgotten our anniversary.  There was nowhere I could get flowers this late, so on my way to the house, I grabbed a couple of flowers from the garden and figured I could use my charm.

The kids were in bed and the lights were out, so I creeped into the bedroom.  She had the bathroom lights on and she was sitting up in the bed.  I sheepishly handed the flowers to her, and said happy anniversary.  She was not pleased.  She said I smelled like cigarettes.  I told her I went to a sports bar and was just hanging out with Kev to unwind and not be so stressed.  Her cheeks were red, but she wasn’t crying.  Her breathing was fast, and she was talking kind of low.  “You’re an asshole going to a titty bar on our anniversary.”  Feigning shock, I said, “What?  We went to a sports bar, babe.  I swear.  You can call Kev and ask.”  She replied, “Then where you get all the glitter from?  And the lipstick smear on your sleeve?”

I took a long pause trying to come up with something.  I said, “Okay.  I am sorry.  I didn’t realize it was…”  She cut me off and told me to stop explaining.  I sat next to her, and she took a swing at me.  I grabbed her by the wrist and told her to relax.  Let me explain.  She tried to swing at me again, so I pinned her arms down on the bed and then she started bucking like a wild horse trying to get away.

Suddenly, I felt a solid blow to the side of my face and nose that dropped me to the side of the bed.  I thought she somehow twisted her leg around to kick me.  I tried getting up, but I kept stumbling at the side of the bed.  My nose was pouring blood, and my head was spinning.  I had a concussion I would later figure out.  I was straddling the end of the bed on my knees and holding my nose to try and stop the blood.

I felt Michelle undo my belt and pull my pants down.  She pulled my boxers down.  The next thing I felt was her swinging the belt on my lower back and ass.  It was like I was drunk, and I couldn’t defend myself.  I slipped down to the floor, and she was still swinging at my legs and back.  I got in a fetal position, and she eventually stopped swinging at me with the belt.  My ears were ringing, and then from the dresser mirror, I saw a figure in my room.  There was a black guy sitting on a chair near the corner of the bedroom.  He must have been the one who knocked me down.

Michelle and he were talking and looking down at me.  I couldn’t make out their words.  The next thing I know, she is on her knees between his legs taking off his basketball shorts.  After she pulled off his shorts, she stood in front of him and started grinding her ass on him.  She had on pj bottoms and a white tank top.  It was like she was giving him a table dance, except his shorts were at his ankles.

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He reached up and started groping my wife’s chest.  She didn’t have a bra on, and I could see his black fingers going under her tank top.  Then he held her by her hips and pulled her down on his dick.  He put his thumbs at the tops of her pj’s, and in a flash she was stepping out of her pj’s revealing white lacy thong panties.  She started grinding her thonged ass on his dick, and you could sense his stimulation.  My wife was really turning him on.  Then my wife took off her panties and placed them on his erect cock.

It was like my wife’s panties were a little flag, and his black cock was the flagpole.  She walked over to me in nothing but her tank top and said something about enjoying the show.  I was still a little groggy.  She then climbed onto the sides of the chair and while facing me lowered herself onto his dick.

The contrast of his purple-black dick entering my white wife’s velvety pink vagina was startling.  His dick was enormous and thick.  Her pussy was small and tight.  His skin was a deep black.  Her skin was a creamy white.  He had a think layer of curly pubic hair around his legs and pubic area.  She was clean shaven.

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I was so not looking forward to going on this business trip. Usually I get away with a trip in the middle of week that essentially shortens my workweek. This time it was a Monday morning meeting in Texas of all places. I left on the trip with a female coworker who was pleasant enough in passing, but really grating on the nerves after sitting with her for 10 minutes. So, I am sitting at the airport talking about nothing with Alexandra – no, I’d rather not be called Alex – when my wife calls to see how I’m doing. I told her about Alexandria and how it’s going to be a long trip. She laughed and said for me to have a nice trip and call her first thing in the morning to start her day off the right way. I hung up smiling. She always knew the right things to say.

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We’d been married for almost 3 years. I met her when we were paired for a beginner yoga class on the first day. We stayed partners for the rest of the lessons and got married about a year later. Neither of us had been married before, and she never had even been the slightest serious before. Turns out she was engaged to an asshole who I met one day in the parking of lot of her work. I was picking her up for lunch, and before I went into her office, he walked up to me and handed me a sealed envelope. All he said was, “Take care, buddy.” He walked around the end of the building and one protection order later, we’ve fortunately never heard from him again.

I thought he was serving me with papers or maybe he was giving me religious stuff. So, I opened the envelope up right there next to my car. To my horror, there were forty-two 5×7 sexual pictures of my wife with this man. I should have stopped after looking at the first one. In the first one, she was on her knees giving him a blowjob. On her left ring was a wet engagement ring with a nice sized diamond.
That would be our first real argument. She never technically said she was engaged, but she sure gave that impression. In retrospect, I don’t know why it bugged me so much that she never told me. We both had lives before we met. Not only was she defensive about her past engagement, she was pissed at me for looking at all of the pictures.

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