Date Night With Tyler
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I managed to remember to stop on the way home to buy condoms and was pleasantly surprised to see Kim preparing dinner when I arrived home. She was wearing the skirt and zipper top she had been wearing at the mall. The stockings and heels were gone, however. I held up the condoms like a hunter returning with his quarry.
“That’s great honey. Now put on your apron so you can take over making dinner. I have all the ingredients right here and the recipe is on the counter.”
“Why am I making dinner all of a sudden?"
“Natalie suggested it would be good for us to have you contribute more to the household chores around here while I’m entertaining other men. Now, put your apron on,” she said holding up the frilly yellow apron Natalie had caught me wearing the previous night.
“Kim. I don’t care what Natalie says. She has been nothing but a bitch to me since this whole thing started.” I said, feeling my anger rise.
“Well, I DO care what Natalie says. She has been so helpful as I try to figure this whole thing out. You know what? I think she’s right. I think you should be doing more housework around here. I want you to lose that attitude right now. If you’re not going to wear the apron, you had better strip down to your underwear.”
This is not how I pictured my night going. I was home for all of two minutes and already in the doghouse. I decided to surrender. I wasn’t going to strip down to my underwear, so I donned the frilly apron and hoped no one would stop by while I prepared dinner.
Dinner conversation revolved around Frankie’s school day and his other interests. I was assigned to dishes after dinner. I had cleaned up as I prepared dinner, so there wasn’t much to do, and I was able to finish well before it was time for Frankie to go to bed. We spent some quality family time before it was time to put Frankie in bed.
“Please close blinds, even the ones in the kitchen. I don’t want to be forced into exposing myself again tonight,” Kim said as she took Frankie up to bed.
I quickly lowered all the blinds. We have the type of blinds that can be left open at the top, so we can have privacy while having a window open. I used that feature to allow a cross breeze in the house, since it had been a hot day, leaving the top of one of the front room windows and the top of one of the dining room windows in the back. I found Kim still reading Frankie his bedtime story when I arrived upstairs and helped her finish tucking him in. As we left Frankie’s room, I wanted to talk to Kim about the previous night. “So, we never had the chance to talk about what happened last night with Marco.”
“I think we should save it for tonight when we get to use those condoms you bought, since I don’t plan on doing anything with Tyler tonight. Is he really just coming for free beer?”
“Free beer was the biggest draw, but he said he liked kissing you last week too.”
Oh no. You told him there would be no kissing, right? I only did it because Steve kissed me, and I didn’t want the rest of them to feel he was somehow special.”
“I told him not expect any kissing tonight.”
“That’s good. I’m going to meet him at the door with a beer and hope he gets bored quickly. Then, I’ll join you for some fun in the bedroom.”
“Can you at least tell me what happened in Steve’s car on the way home from the mall?”
“Well, he was right. I was so turned on. I decided to tease him a little bit on the way home by masturbating right next to him. I didn’t let him touch me, but he got quite a view.”
“Did you have an orgasm?”
“I did. A very nice one.”
Just as she said that we heard Tyler’s loud truck pull out front.
“I better get that beer. Love you,’ Kim said as she bounded down the stairs, while I rushed to my hiding spot.
“Whew, aint you a sight. You didn’t get all dressed up for old Tyler, did ya?” I heard Tyler’s booming voice from the front door out of my sight.
“I most certainly did not. I’ve been wearing this all day. I have a beer for you though.”
“Aint you an angel. How about a kiss.”
“There will be no kissing tonight,” Kim said as she led Tyler into view in the living room. Tyler was wearing his Sunday best. Clean overalls and his best flannel shirt. He was also checking out Kim’s ass as she led the way.
“I gots to say Kimber.” This was a nickname he had given to Kim when he first met her. It is pronounced like timber, and she hates it, but that would never stop Tyler from using it. “I aint never seen you showing off so much skin before,” Tyler continued as he surveyed the room. His eyes seemed to fix upon me for a second before he looked back to Kim. “Don’t get me wrong. I aint complainin’. I’m just a wonderin’ what y’all got planned for me tonight,” Tyler said as he put down the beer can he had already finished in a matter of a minute.
“We don’t have anything planned for you tonight. We’ll visit for a while. You’ll drink a couple of beers then you’ll leave. That’s it.”
“So, where’s Joshy tonight?”
“He’s up in the bedroom waiting for me.”
“Up in the bedroom, huh? So, we’re free to do whatever we want down here then, and he won’t know nothing about it,” Tyler said as he put his left arm around Kim’s stomach and pulled her back into his huge belly.
“I thought I was clear. We aren’t going to do anything tonight. I’m still on my period and we’re just supposed to get to know each other, but you and I already know each other, which is why you being here is pointless.”
“Don’t feel pointless to me. It feels mighty good right about now,” Tyler said before he took a big pull from his beer and slammed it down on the end table.
“Are you going to let me go now? I’ll get you another beer.” Kim said as she stared down at his hand around her waist.
“I don’t know Kimber. The more I think about it, the more I think you want something more. What say you, Kimber. Do you want something more?” Tyler asked as his newly free hand went around, completely engulfing her in his embrace. This hand wasn’t around her stomach, it was around her chest, pressing her boobs up further out of her top. This change wasn’t lost on Tyler as he looked over her shoulder and down at her breasts.
“I most certainly do not want anything more. I told you. I have my period this week.” Kim said, struggling to get her arms free from his tight embrace.
“I’ve been hunting since I was six. A little blood aint going to bother me one bit,” Tyler said as he began feeling Kim’s breasts through her top.
“Tyler! Unhand me right now, or I’ll call Josh down here.”
“Oh yeah? Do you reckon he’d want to come down here and watch up close?” he said as he continued to molest Kim’s breasts while she struggled to free herself from his grasp.
“No. He’ll come down here and kick you out of our house.”
“Nah. I think he just likes to watch. I bet he’ll love this,” Tyler said as he pulled the zipper in the front of Kim’s blouse down in one quick motion. There was a hidden catch inside that prevented the garment from falling open, but most of Kim’s boobs spilled out without the restriction of the zipper.
“Tyler! This is not appropriate. Let me go this instant!” Kim wailed as she looked over her shoulder at the stairs.
I knew she was hoping I would come to help her. She had been enough to be heard upstairs in our bedroom. It might even have been loud enough to be heard at the back of the house in Frankie’s bedroom, but thankfully he is a very sound sleeper. I was frozen to my spot, however. If I stood up, Kim would know I had been spying on her all week, and I didn’t want to deal with the ramifications of her believing I didn’t trust her. Even worse, if I stood up, she would see how hard I was.
“I reckon Joshy doesn’t want to come down and help, does he Kimber,” Tyler said as his hand found its way into her top to caress her bare breasts while he also fiddled with the catch trying to open her blouse the rest of the way.
“Please don’t rape me, Tyler. I’ll suck your cock,” Kim pleaded.
“I aint raping you. We’re just having a little fun here. These are some nice mams you got, Kim,” Tyler said as he finally succeeded in releasing the hidden catch in Kim’s blouse giving him unfettered access to her large breasts.
“Please don’t rape me,” Kim whimpered, sounding defeated.
This was the first time I feared that Tyler might rape my wife. She seemed to have given up her fight, with her arms laying limply at her sides and her head hung down in defeat.
“All you uppity bitches like it rough. Aint that right Kim?”
“No. Please let me go.”
“That dog won’t hunt Kimber. You got the scent of a woman in heat,” Tyler said as he openly groped Kim’s chest.
“You’re crazy. Please let me go. I promise I’ll suck your cock. I’ll let you cum in my mouth.”
“I reckon there’s only one way to know,” Tyler said as he quickly grasped both of Kim’s wrists in one hand, pulling them above her head. His other hand travelled under her skirt. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until I saw her panties appear at her knees. “Well, lookie here. That aint but a tiny little thing, but she looks soaked clear through. I don’t see no blood on there though. Now, I reckon you’s needing a good hard fucking. Alls you gotta do is say so and I’ll take these britches off and take care of y’all.”
“Please don’t rape me,” Kim said softly in reply to Tyler’s revelation of her state of arousal.
“Is that what y’all got going on here? You got some sort of a rape fetish? Or does Joshy want to see his hot little wifey raped by big bad Tyler? What’s it going to be Kimber?”
“My safe word is artichoke,” Kim said as she pulled her legs out of her dangling panties.
I almost gasped audibly at the realization that Kim wanted Tyler to “rape” her. That this situation was turning her on.
“What ya mean safe word?”
“If I say artichoke, it means you’ve gone too far, and I want you to stop.”
“Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle. Y’all want me to rape you?”
Kim nodded her head slowly, still staring at the floor in front of her.
“I can’t hear ya Kim?”
“Yes,” she squeaked.
“Ya hear that, Joshy? Your wife wants me to rape her.”
“He can’t hear you. He’s in the bedroom.”
“I don’t reckon you even know. Joshy. Come on out of your hidey hole so your wife can see you.”
Fuck. I knew he had seen me. Maybe he was bluffing. I stayed perfectly still, hoping he would let it go.
“Does ya need me to come up there and get ya boy?”
I slowly stood from behind the play fort in the loft. Kim looked up at me in shock.
“You were spying on me?!?” Kim said angrily.
“Lookie there. He’s tenting his britches. I reckon he wants me to rape you too. Come on down here and get yourself a closer look while I rape your uppity wife like she wants,” Tyler said as he pulled Kim’s hands behind her back and bent her forward over the back of the couch. He then released the buckles holding his overalls up. As soon as the second one was undone, gravity pulled them to the floor. He glanced up at me rooted to my spot.
“Get your ass down here Joshy. Now!”
I felt like I was in a trance as I made my way down the stairs to join my wife and her would be rapist so I could watch up close. Once downstairs, I made my way to the most logical spot, right in front of the couch where my wife was bent over facing me.
Tyler removed his underwear with one hand while continuing to hold Kim’s hands behind her back. He then kicked Kim’s legs apart roughly with his feet, causing Kim to moan as she stared directly at my tented trousers. With no further preamble, Tyler lifted his prodigious belly onto Kim’s toned ass, lined his cock with her slit before he started pushing forward. Kim let out a gasp and looked up into my eyes with surprise. I didn’t understand the surprise. This was exactly what she had asked for.
“Dayum she’s a tight one. I thought she pushed out a kid,” Tyler said looking at me.
“C-section” I said as I watched the lewd scene of this beast of a man taking my wife from behind. In the back of my head, I wondered if she was acting or whether this was a real fantasy of hers
Seemingly undeterred by the tightness Tyler pushed further forward causing Kim to wince as if in pain. She hung her head down and began rhythmically breathing like she was in labor.
“There. Got er all the way. You ready to be fucked Kimber?”
“Go” breath “slow” breath. “It’s so” breath “fucking” breath “big”.
How big could he be? I couldn’t see anything from my vantage point, but with how fat he is, I just never imagined him having a large cock. Certainly not large enough that my wife couldn’t even talk while it was just motionless inside of her.
Tyler gave her a moment to adjust to his size while he pulled her top off before capturing her wrists in his meaty paw again. Then, he pulled back a few inches and pushed forward again causing Kim to let out a loud squeal. I expected her to say artichoke, but she kept her head down and accepted the pain she was receiving. The sloshing sounds coming from her crotch testified to how wet she was for this fucking.
“You’re not so highfalutin now are ya Kimber?” Tyler said as he rammed forward with enough force to move the couch earning another squeal from my wife, but she didn’t respond to his question.
The thrusts and pained squeals continued through about ten strokes and a full minute before Kim’s squeals shifted to guttural moans of pleasure with nearly unintelligible syllables mixed in at random points. It sounded like she was trying to say “oh fuck”, but it just came out as “oh fu” or just “mmmm”.
“All you liberal bitches love the MAGA cock,” Tyler gloated as he continued to relentlessly piston in and out of my wife. He was still holding her hands tightly behind her back by the wrists with his meaty right hand while his left hand pawed at her breasts which were swinging wildly in time with his pounding.
Kim grunted “ung huh,” right after he said that. It sounded like she was agreeing with his insulting statement.
Kim moaning rose in pitch after a few more minutes of hard fucking. I knew a huge orgasm was approaching fast. Tyler noticed too, but instead of pushing her over the edge, he pulled back completely, his belly falling off Kim’s ass, but he continued to hold her in place.
“No. Don’t stop. Please.”
“Tell me what you want, Kimber.”
“I need to cum. Please put it back in.”
“Put what back in?”
“You cock. Please. I was so close.”
“You want my MAGA cock?”
“Yes. I want your MAGA cock.”
I was flabbergasted that Tyler had gotten my ultra-liberal wife to beg for his MAGA cock.
“You’re a MAGA slut now. Aren’t ya?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Say it slut.”
“I’m a MAGA slut. Please fuck me with your MAGA cock.”
“MAGA sluts don’t fuck libtards. You sure you’re a MAGA slut,” Tyler said as he arched his back to get his cock into position to slap Kim’s ass with it, giving me my first view of his cock. It wasn’t very long. Six inches at most, but it was the thickest cock I’ve ever seen. It was at least as thick as a Red Bull can from tip to base. It glistened with my wife’s juices. I suddenly wanted to see the condition of her pussy after taking that monster.
“Yes, I’m a MAGA slut. Please. Put it back in.”
“Ya hear that libtard. This here is MAGA pussy now,” Tyler said as he let his belly fall onto my wife’s ass before guiding his fat cock into her pussy. He paused before pushing it forward. He grabbed Kim by the hair, pulling her face up toward me. “Tell you libtard husband this is MAGA pussy now.”
“This is MAGA pussy,” Kim said, while looking into my eyes. She was rewarded with a deep stroke by Tyler causing her green eyes to roll back into her head while her mouth gaped open, emitting a guttural moan of deep pleasure.
This was followed by a string of Ohs and Yeses before her orgasm finally came. It looked more intense than the one she had had with Derek the previous night. Once again, she seemed to seize up as the orgasm washed over her before her body spasmed for almost a full minute. Tyler fucked her right through her orgasm which I think is why it just kept going.
“Oh yes. Fuck me, Tyler.” Kim panted after her orgasm subsided.
“With my MAGA cock?”
“Yes. Fuck me with your MAGA cock.”
“I’m worn slap out and need a rest. I reckon Joshy is hankering to see more anyway,” Tyler said as he pulled his cock out of my wife’s pussy. He continued to hold Kim’s hands as he stood her up before guiding her around to the front of the couch. I couldn’t help but notice there was a frothy substance on the base of Tyler’s cock. He had made my wife cream on his cock. Tyler took a seat right in the middle of the couch, which creaked under his substantial weight before he tugged Kim’s short skirt down, leaving her naked.
“Take a gander at Joshy’s pants Kimber. He’s still all tented up there.” Tyler said. Kim turned towards me with a look of disgust before turning back to Tyler, straddling his waist with her knees on the couch. I was the one that should be looking on in disgust after watching her ask to be raped by this oaf.
“Put it in,” Tyler said as he set Kim’s hands free. She quickly reached between her legs where I saw her hand grasp his thick cock to position it at her opening before slowly sinking down onto his cock with a deep sigh. As soon as it was fully inside of her, Tyler pulled her forward for a kiss. She undulated her hips back and forth on his lap as they made out for a few minutes until Tyler moved down to suck on Kim’s breasts, allowing her to begin sliding her pussy up and down his cock.
“MAGA slut riding a MAGA cock,” Tyler commented to no one in particular. “You love my MAGA cock?”
“Yesss. It’s so fucking good. I love your MAGA cock. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh. Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” Kim hissed as a she had a second orgasm nearly as violent as the first one. Once it finished, she leaned forward, kissing Tyler deeply as she twerked on his lap. Moments later Tyler pulled away from the kiss.
“I’m gonna cum.”
“Oh fuck. It’s swelling. I can feel it. Oh my. Oh my. Ooooooo. Fuck,” Kim squealed as an unprecedented third orgasm coursed through her at about the same time as Tyler bucked and grunted through his own orgasm. I could clearly see his large balls lurch with each spurt of cum they sent into my wife. Kim leaned down and kissed Tyler as they both recovered from their mutual orgasms. The kiss continued until Tyler’s cock softened enough to flop out of Kim’s pussy, followed by a copious amount of their combined juices.
Kim tenderly rose from Tyler’s lap while her pussy continuously flowed streams of semen down her thighs. Once standing in front of Tyler he spoke “MAGA sluts clean up after themselves.” Kim didn’t hesitate as she dropped to her knees in front of him, slurping his cock into her mouth. “Don’t forget the balls, Kimber,” Tyler said, completing her degradation.
Kim’s head dipped down between his girthy thighs to lick and suck his balls clean of the product of their coupling. Once his balls were clean, she moved back up to his cock and started sucking his soft member. “I love your enthusiasm, but I’m only good for one shot a night,” Tyler said as he pulled Kim’s mouth away from his useless cock. “I guess I should get moseying along now.” Tyler said as he hefted himself up from the couch, donned his overalls before continuing “Come along Kim and see me out,” he said as he took my naked wife by the hand and pulled her toward the front door.
I decided it was in my best interest to clean up the scene of the crime while she was out of the room. I picked up and folded her blouse and skirt and put them on the couch. I then went to the kitchen to get a wet rag to clean up the mess that had dripped out of Kim while she had been kneeling in front of Tyler. I was still wiping the floor when she came back into the room.
“We should talk,” she said as she stood over me, still naked.
“I agree.”
“Have you been spying on me all week?”
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