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I was stunned—completely shocked. I didn’t know what amazed me more. I had never seen Or behave like that before. We’d been friends for so many years, and he was always the kindest guy I knew—warm, easygoing, charming, especially with women. Maybe a bit mischievous, but never aggressive. Not even a trace of it. But what I had just seen? It made me nervous. He’d become so forceful, so dominant. He used Sharon like she was his—completely owned and willing.
But what shocked me even more was how drastically he switched. The moment he came, it was like the beast disappeared. The Green Giant vanished, and Or was sweet again, gentle—even ?uy I’d always known. He wasn’t just intense. He was… dual. Like two men in one.
His words kept echoing in my head:
"Now you get why I said—once I start, I have to came – i can't control it."
It hit me—I remembered years ago, when all of this began. When I stupidly asked him to hook up with Sharon just so she’d go down on me. He’d had one condition: “If I start, I have to finish. I don’t stop until I cum.”
Was this what he meant?
And what shook me most of all—Sharon. Not only did she not resist… she clearly loved it. She was into it. I remember one of our early doggy-style sessions—I gave her a playful spank on the ass (nothing too hard)—and she stopped instantly, turned around, slapped me back and said:
"Don’t you ever hit me. Not even during sex."
Needless to say, I didn’t came that night—at least not with her.
Another time, not long ago, after she finally started giving me head once in awhile. I tried placing a hand on her head, gently, to guide her a bit—and even that was too much:
"I’m your wife, not some whore. If I’m doing this for you, you better respect me."
But with Or? The rules were completely different. So many boundaries were gone—shattered. Who even was she with him? She seemed like a different woman entirely, they both did.
I closed the recording. There was still another clip—one from Or’s room at 3 a.m. (about the time Sharon usually breastfeeds). But I was completely spent. Three orgasms in a row—that was a record for me.
Besides, I needed to get back to work. I was still at the office.
The rest of the day was a frustrating mix of arousal and restraint. I was burning with curiosity about that 3 a.m. recording. But I forced myself to focus and finish my tasks. Honestly, the fact that I got turned on by all this was disturbing in itself. Who the hell gets hard watching his own wife be dominated like that by his best friend?
Later in the day, Or messaged me. He thanked me again for letting him crash with us, but said he’d give us the weekend alone. He wouldn’t be coming back tonight (Thursday)—he was heading straight from work to his parents’ place up north and staying there until Sunday.
I couldn’t even bring myself to reply properly. I just sent him an “OK.” But deep down—I was relieved. Hell, more than that. I was ecstatic. A break from this madness. I could barely believe it had only been two days—it felt like a month. But at least now we’d have the weekend to ourselves. Some peace. Maybe time to process all of this. Maybe even some real intimacy with Sharon—just the two of us. I really needed that.
I told Sharon. She already knew. I let her know I’d be staying at the office a bit longer—finally able to work without feeling like something wild was happening back home. I suggested maybe we do something together this weekend, just the two of us.
Her response was lukewarm:
"We’ll see… not sure yet. Depends on what we’re doing with the baby."
Still, my mood had lifted. Around 6 p.m., the office had mostly cleared out. It was the perfect time to check the recording from the night before.
Part of me hoped nothing had happened. After what I’d seen in the shower, I needed that hope. But deep down, I knew better. Sharon hadn’t looked bothered at all from his behavior — on the contrary. She looked… turned on.
I locked my office, pulled down my pants, and started playing the first recording from around 3 a.m. It was from our bedroom.
Sharon got up from bed and left the room to the sound of our baby crying. She entered the baby room and began nursing him. Meanwhile, the camera in Or’s room was also recording. I switched over and saw him lying in bed, watching porn on his laptop, lazily stroking his massive erection (was he still horny?!).
When Sharon finished breastfeeding and placed the baby back in the crib, she headed back toward our room. But as she passed by Or’s room, she noticed the light was on. Quietly, she approached and peeked in, standing silently at the doorway, watching Or’s hand slowly stroking himself. Her own hand drifted between her legs, her fingers moving in sync with his slow rhythm, eyes locked on the impressive cock.
When Or reached the full erection, Sharon stepped into the room.
“You know,” she said with a playful glint, “if you need release, you can always come to me. I thought you’d calmed down after earlier.”
Or was startled, quickly shutting the laptop and fumbling to cover himself. “Sharon! You scared me… you’re crazy,” he muttered, adjusting his sweatpants as he stood.
“So… need some help?” she teased with a smile.
Or took a deep breath, as if switching gears. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you. First, I’m really sorry about earlier. I know it’s not an excuse, but when I’m turned on, I… lose control. Like I’m a different person, I can’t explain it. But really, I’m sorry if I went too far.”
“Don’t worry, it wasn’t that bad,” she said shyly. “So, how can I help?”
He took another deep breath. “The second thing… about what’s been happening, I need you to understand: nothing more is going to happen without clear permission. If you want something, you have to ask.”
I was stunned. Was he seriously setting up rules to dominate her like this? Part of me thought — maybe that’s it, maybe she won’t agree, maybe it all ends here.
But I was far too optimistic.
Before he even finished speaking, Sharon shocked me. Without hesitation, she sank to her knees before him, her face just inches from his waist, hands clasped in a pleading gesture.
“Or, can I please, please suck your beautiful cock ?? I want to feel it in my mouth so badly… I’ll do anything you want.”
I was in disbelief. My confident, feminist wife was kneeling and begging another man to give him a blowjob, speaking in such raw, submissive language. I replayed the moment several times, hardly believing what I was hearing. She wasn’t just asking — she was begging. And yes, I was incredibly aroused.
Something in Or shifted. It was like a switch flipped; his posture straightened, his gaze sharpened. He didn’t say a word, just looked down at her.
Sharon, reading his silence as approval, began stroking him over his sweatpants, slowly tracing the outline, savi every inch. She unhurriedly pulled down his pants and boxers, waiting for any sign from him — but he gave none.
As soon as his shaft sprang free, she could no longer hold back. She kissed and licked along its length, exploring with her tongue, eager and hungry.
Just as she opened her mouth to take him deeper, Or stopped her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, disappointment on her face.
“Haven’t you had enough from earlier?”
“Enough? You left me desperate since yesterday! you know?!, I still haven’t come,” she murmured, blushing.
“So, you enjoyed it after all?” he asked, a bit surprised.
“…Yes,” she admitted softly.
“Then I’ve got nothing to apologize for. But remember, I’m not the one responsible for satisfying you — that’s your husband’s job. Now, undress and lie down on the bed.”
“I need it in my mouth, not my pussy!” she blurted, shocking me again. Who was this woman? Where was the Sharon I thought I knew?
Or cupped her face, looking down at her intently.
“First, you do what I tell you. Second, I’m not interested in your pussy right now,” he said firmly, peeling off her clothes and guiding her onto the bed.
“Lie on your back, head at the edge… more, more… there.” He positioned her so that her head tilted slightly backward at the edge of the mattress.
Or undressed and approached her, stroking himself. His balls hung above her face. She didn't think twice and eagerly licked and sucked his balls.
I knew what was going to happen. I've seen enough porn, and this is one of the categories that has turned me on the most: face fucking. And to see my wife with my best friend (and his powerful, perfect penis) fulfilling my biggest fantasy—I came just from thinking about it, and without even touching myself.
Sharon eagerly licked and teased his balls, while Or’s hands roamed over her tits, roughly squeezing, caressing and twisted her nipple, teasing her sensitive spots. few drops of milk leaked from her swollen nipples, and he leaned down to lick them and suck the full tits.
Soon, his arousal fully returned, and he carefully guided himself toward her mouth. He began slowly, letting her adjust, moving deeper little by little.
When he got too deep, Sharon choked a bit and grabbed the base of his penis to stop him. Or pulled back and slap her on the cheek:
"No hands, my little slut. This is the first and last time you interfere, understood?" I was shocked by how he spoke to her. A second ago, he apologized for being too rough.
“Sorry, Or… it was just too deep,” she whispered. WTF?? She just apologized after he slapped her???
"Don't care, hands under your back, no interruptions" he directed, and she, of course, obeyed.
He approached her again. Sharon parted her lips eagerly, but he stopped himself just a breath away, making her stretch her neck and body just to reach, trying desperately to lick, to taste, to take him into her mouth. It reminded me of the way a hungry dog strains toward food just out of reach — except here, it was Sharon, flushed and needy. Or watched her with a grin smile, clearly enjoying how much she craved him.
Suddenly, he placed one hand on her throat, bent slightly, and in one smooth motion slid himself (all of him) deep into her mouth, filling her completely. For long moment, he stayed there, still, while his fingers traced the line of her neck, as if savoring the feeling, before slowly withdrawing.
"I see you've gotten used to it," he murmured with a grin. Sharon just smiled proudly and opened her mouth again in eager invitation.
He accepted the invitation and penetrated her again deeply, and then again. in each struck i could see the outline of his enormous cock through her throat, he was still holding her throat caresses and occasionally squeezes. He start to fuck her mouth with a slow, steady rhythm — not rushed, but pushing as deep as he could, leaning into her slightly, as if to make sure he was buried all the way inside.
Once in a while he paused and just stayed in her for some time (each time was a bit longer) until she start to choked and her legs twitched in pain but she never stopped him or complained.
I couldn’t believe how much she took, how her body yielded to him so completely. It was hypnotic: watching her lying there, completely bare, with this strong, confident man moving over her, claiming her mouth as though it were another part of her he owned.
I lost all sense of time. I couldn't stop watching them. This was better than any porn—it wasn't fake with actors; it was real, two people lost in passion. Although it was my wife, I knew that, but it was as if I hadn't internalized it. I didn't recognize them.
Time seemed to blur. Every detail became sharper — slowly he increase the rhythm, and his hand (no the one that holds the throat) moved to her tits and start to brutally play with them, he grab, squeeze and slap them gripping her nipples and twisting.
Sharon’s own hand moved between her thighs, her body arching and trembling beneath his touch. I found myself matching their rhythm without thinking, caught in the same rising tension.
Gradually, he increased the pace even more, until her face was wet with saliva dripping all over, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she increased the pace of her fingers accordingly. Just when I thought he was about to cum, he pulled back abruptly, stepping away.
Even now, I couldn’t help but stare — his body, powerful and glistening, radiated raw power. Compared to him, I felt small, insignificant, not just physically but in every sense.
Sharon, dripping saliva, breathless and flushed, looked up at him pleadingly. "No! Why did you stop? I need to feel you cumming…"
"Not yet, I'm not done playing with you," Or answered, stepping closer again.
This time, he did not lean forward so that his giant cock was erect upwards, and only his balls hanged above her. She did not wait for instructions and eagerly began to lick and suck them, taking each ball into her mouth (she couldn't take both together, but she tried to). I clearly saw the motion of her ball suction. I could only imagine how good it felt to have a warm mouth around your balls, but I knew that I probably would never experience it.
Or began to stroke his massive tool, and with his other hand, he shoved her head buried it into his sack. It was hard to describe what she was doing there, but it looked incredibly pleasurable. She seemed like she is making out with his nuts, kissing them, licking and sucking them.
At one point, he took a step forward and guided her head into the space between his balls and ass. She dove in hungrily, her mouth sucking and licking that tender strip of skin. I could hear her sucking and licking, the intense, wet suction unmistakable. Or just continued stroking himself, lost in a dreamy haze — I was burning with jealousy.
Eventually, Or took another half step forward, knelt slightly, forcing her head snugly between his buttocks. I was surprised — and apparently Sharon was too, because she froze for a moment. But then he commanded her: “Lick!” He didn’t need to say it twice. She leaned in and began licking his anus. At first, she was slow, hesitant, not so eager. But gradually, her licking grew more intense. He moaned softly and pushed her head in deeper.
“Eat my ass, Sharony,” he growled. I hated that he called her Sharony — that was my nickname for her. Hearing it from his mouth was a brutal reminder that it was my wife there. Somehow, it would have hurt less if he’d just called her “little slut.”
For the last two days, they had been crossing lines, pushing limits — and each time, Sharon, who had always been reserved, careful, almost shy, transformed to (as he said) complete slut under his touch, becoming someone unrecognizable. That might have been Sharon there, but nothing about her seemed like the woman I married.
It was hard to fully see or understand exactly what was happening, but fortunately, Or began to speak, his voice guiding the scene.
“Lick me, that’s it… strong… eat me…”
“No, no kissing — use your tongue… yes!”
“Good, Sharon… mmm, tasty? Ooooh yes, right there…”
“Aahhhh yes… deeper with the tongue… lick me from the inside…”
“Ooooh, your tongue feels so good inside… ooooh yes, deeper… just like that…”
He picked up the pace of his stroking, hips pressing back as he shoved her head deeper.
“Good, Sharony! Yes! Lick me hard… deep inside… just like that…”
“Ooooh Sharon! Yes! here i came! Lick me hard, deep… yesssss!!!!!!”
And then he began to come — thick, forceful spurts, five or six in total. The first shot reached her pubic mound; the second splashed across her pussy. He kept pulsing, releasing smaller spurts, holding her head firmly in place until he gave himself a final squeeze, dragging the last drop across her nipple.
He finally released her head, gently, and sat down beside her on the bed. Sharon still in same position, both of them panting, their bodies still trembling from the act. She was covered in his semen — more than I’d ever seen. Until now, he had always cum in her mouth, but this time I saw it all. It was shocking — almost obscene. It looked like half a glass spilled across her body. Her breasts, her stomach — completely glazed in thick, white streaks, and to think he just came couple of hours ago…
After a moment, Sharon began to steady her breathing and she asked him: “Will you feed me?” she asked. At first, I didn’t understand what she meant. Or, apparently quicker on the uptake, dipped his fingers into the mess coating her skin — his own semen — and brought it to her mouth. She sucked it off eagerly, lips wrapping around his fingers with hunger.
For several minutes, he scraped every drop from her breasts and stomach, feeding her bit by bit, and she devoured it all, moaning softly, licking his fingers clean like it was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted.
“Is that it? No more?” she asked breathlessly, eyes wide and wanting. She really was a little slut…
“Didn’t you have enough?” he asked, smirking.
“No… I haven’t finished yet. Will you help me?” she whispered, giving him a pleading look.
“You’ve got a husband for that,” he said flatly, already reaching for his clothes.
“And by the way,” Or said calmly, pulling on his shirt, “I think you misunderstood me earlier when I said you need to ask for permission. I didn’t mean me — I meant your husband. If you want this to continue, it has to be with his consent.”
Of everything that happened today — and a lot happened — that was the thing that threw me the most. Permission? From me? What the hell?
Sharon jolted upright, panic flashing in her eyes.
“Are you mad? No way! There’s no chance he finds out about this. It would ruin him!” At least she cared… a little.
Or shrugged, calmly.
“Then I guess this was the last time. I’m not willing to do this behind his back anymore. It’s already gone further than I wanted.”
Strangely, I believed him. And for reasons I didn’t fully understand, I was… touched.
Sharon stared at him. “So what was all this, then? What did we just do?”
“I was already turned on and couldn’t help it,” he said. “You asked so sweetly… I just couldn’t stop myself and say no. And I figured, if this really was the last time, then it had to be worth it. But look—after what happened in the shower, I had time to think. I can’t keep cheating on him like this… we can’t. His wife and his best friend? It’s disgusting. And yeah… I admit it—being with you makes it hard for me to control myself. But that’s exactly why I’m saying this ends here. If anything more happens between us, he needs to know and approve”
I caught the little smile curling on her lips. She liked hearing that. Liked knowing he couldn’t resist her. Little slut.
“So what?” she asked. “You really want to tell him? Everything?”
“I don’t know,” he replied, his tone softening. “That’s your call. If you want to ask him for permission, how you do it is up to you. I’m going to my parents’ place for the weekend—you’ll have time to talk to him if you choose. But if you don’t… or if he says no… I won’t come back. I’ll find somewhere else to stay. I care about him too much to keep destroying this friendship like that.”
“Why don’t you stay here?” she asked with a sly smile.
“Because I know I won’t be able to stop myself,” he replied. The bitch. She only asked because she wanted to hear it again.
“Go to sleep, Sharon. Let me know what happens,” he said finally.
She left, still naked, walked to the shower, washed herself, and then came to bed beside me. I quietly turned off the recording.
It took me a while to process everything. I didn’t understand any of it at first.
But the more I thought about it, the calmer I became. Slowly, a sense of relief started to settle in—a massive relief. This nightmare might actually be over.
Or seemed serious, and I know him—when he makes up his mind, he sticks to it. I truly believed that nothing would happen again between them. And Sharon? There’s no way she’d ever dare to bring this up to me… let alone ask for permission.
And even in the insane, far-fetched case that she did—I’d simply say no. It would be my decision. My control.
For the first time in a long while, I felt like I was getting my life back. I left for work feeling… encouraged.
Still, somewhere beneath the relief, a faint bitterness lingered. Because truth be told—what I saw stirred something in me. It really aroused me.
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