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My husband ruins me with another man.
I lay on my back in our king-sized bed, the soft morning light filtering through the blinds of our Portland apartment, my naked body still warm from sleep. The silk sheets had slipped down to my waist during the night, leaving my full, heavy breasts exposed to the cool air. My nipples were already slightly peaked, sensitive from the way Mark had been teasing me for days—edging me every evening with his tongue and fingers but never letting me cum, always stopping right when the pressure built too high. Between my thighs, my smooth, shaved pussy felt swollen and slick, aching with unspent need that had been building for over a week now.
Mark sat in the armchair across from the bed, wearing only his boxers, his eyes dark with a mix of love and intense arousal. He had been planning this for months, turning our private fantasies into something real. We had talked about it endlessly—how the idea of me being with a much bigger, dominant man turned him on in ways he couldn’t explain, how watching me lose control with someone hungrier and thicker would change everything for us in the hottest way. I had been nervous, excited, and wet for weeks thinking about it. Last night, he had finally told me it was happening today.
The bedroom door opened quietly, and Jamal stepped inside. He was exactly as the photos had shown—six-foot-four, broad-shouldered and powerfully built, his dark skin smooth over defined muscles. He wore a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants that did nothing to hide the heavy bulge already forming at the front. His presence filled the room instantly, confident and calm, like he knew exactly why he was here.
Mark’s voice was low and steady. “Hey, baby. Jamal’s here. Just like we planned. Take your time with him. I want to watch every second of you enjoying this. I love you.”
Jamal’s deep, resonant voice followed, warm but commanding. “Good to finally meet you in person, beautiful. Mark’s told me how badly you’ve been needing something more. Don’t hold back. Today is all about you feeling everything you’ve been missing.”
My heart raced, a flush spreading across my chest and cheeks. I stayed lying there, legs slightly parted, watching as Jamal approached the bed. He sat on the edge first, his weight dipping the mattress noticeably. His large hand rested on my knee, sliding slowly up my thigh with deliberate gentleness. The contrast of his dark skin against my paler tone sent a shiver through me. He didn’t rush. His palm felt warm and slightly rough, mapping the softness of my inner thigh as he moved higher.
“You’re even more stunning up close,” he murmured, eyes roaming over my naked body—my full breasts with their soft pink nipples, the gentle curve of my belly, the smooth, glistening folds of my pussy that were already visibly wet from anticipation and days of denial. “Look at how pretty this cunt is. Already shining for me.”
He leaned down and kissed my inner thigh first, slow open-mouthed kisses that moved closer and closer to my center. His breath was hot against my sensitive skin. When his full lips finally brushed my outer labia, I gasped softly. He used his tongue to part me gently, licking long, slow stripes from my entrance up to my clit, tasting the thick arousal that had been leaking out of me. His tongue was broad and warm, circling my swollen clit with lazy, firm strokes that made my hips twitch upward.
Mark’s breathing grew heavier from the chair. “She tastes good, doesn’t she? She’s been so wet all week.”
Jamal lifted his head just enough to answer, his lips shiny with my juices. “Fucking delicious. And so responsive.” He slid two thick fingers inside me slowly, curling them to stroke that sensitive front wall while his mouth returned to my clit, sucking gently at first, then with more pressure. The stretch from his fingers alone was noticeable—thicker than Mark’s, reaching deeper with ease. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he pumped them in and out at a steady, unhurried pace, building the pleasure layer by layer.
I moaned openly now, my hands gripping the sheets. The combination of his skilled mouth on my clit and those thick fingers working inside me had the orgasm building fast after all the edging. My thighs trembled, toes curling as the wave crested.
“That’s it,” Jamal encouraged against my pussy, his voice vibrating through me. “Cum for me, baby. Let your husband see how quickly a bigger man can make you lose it.”
The climax hit me hard, rolling through my body in deep, pulsing waves. My pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers, gushing fresh slickness onto his hand and tongue as I cried out, back arching off the bed. Jamal didn’t stop. He kept licking and fingering me through every spasm, prolonging the orgasm until I was shaking and whimpering, oversensitive but still hungry.
When the peak finally ebbed, he pulled his fingers free with a wet sound and stood up, stripping off his shirt to reveal his chiseled chest and abs. Then he pushed down his sweatpants. His cock sprang free—thick, long, and heavy, easily twice the girth of Mark’s and several inches longer, dark and veined, the broad head already glistening with precum. It bobbed heavily as he moved back onto the bed, kneeling between my spread legs.
He rubbed the fat head up and down my soaked folds, coating himself in my cream, teasing my clit with the tip until I was moaning again. “You ready to feel what a real cock feels like inside this married pussy?” he asked, eyes locked on mine.
I nodded, voice breathy. “Yes… please. I need it.”
He pushed in slowly, the wide head stretching my entrance wide, forcing my puffy lips to part obscenely around his girth. The burn was intense but delicious after all the preparation. Inch by thick inch sank into me, my inner walls yielding and stretching to accommodate him. I could feel every vein dragging along my sensitive tissues, the fullness reaching places Mark had never touched. When he finally bottomed out, his heavy balls pressed against my ass, the head nudging my cervix. My belly showed a slight bulge from how deep and thick he was.
“Oh fuck…” I gasped, eyes wide, hands flying to his shoulders. “You’re so much bigger… I’m so full.”
Jamal stayed still for a long moment, letting me adjust, his hands caressing my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “Breathe, beautiful. Feel how your pussy is gripping me. This cunt was made for bigger cock.”
Mark leaned closer, his own smaller cock hard and leaking in his hand. “God, honey, you look incredible taking him. Your pussy is stretched so tight around that thick Black dick.”
Jamal began to thrust then—long, slow, deep strokes at first. Each pull back dragged along my g-spot, each push forward ground against my cervix. The wet squelching sounds of my creamy pussy grew louder as he gradually increased the pace. Pleasure built again, hotter and deeper this time, my moans turning into desperate cries as he fucked me with controlled power.
He leaned down, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while his hips pistoned steadily. One hand reached between us to rub firm circles over my clit. Another orgasm crashed over me faster this time, my walls milking his thick shaft as I screamed, squirting lightly around him and soaking the sheets.
He didn’t stop. He flipped me onto my hands and knees, gripping my hips firmly as he drove into me from behind, the new angle letting him hit even deeper. The slap of his heavy balls against my clit was rhythmic and obscene. My breasts swung heavily with each powerful thrust, nipples brushing the sheets. I was lost in it now—moaning, pushing back to meet him, confessing between gasps how much better it felt, how his thick BBC was ruining me for my husband’s smaller cock.
Hours blurred together in a haze of positions and orgasms. He took me on my back again in a deep mating press, legs pushed back to my shoulders so he could watch my face contort in ecstasy. He made me ride him, hands on my ass guiding me up and down his massive length while Mark watched from inches away. My pussy creamed heavily around him, white frothy rings forming at the base of his shaft with every bounce.
By the time Jamal finally buried himself deep and erupted, flooding my womb with thick, hot ropes of cum that overflowed and leaked out around his still-pulsing cock, I was a trembling, blissed-out mess—voice hoarse, body covered in sweat, pussy gaping and ruined in the most euphoric way.
Mark immediately moved between my legs, his tongue eagerly lapping up the creamy load dripping from my stretched hole while Jamal watched with a satisfied grin, stroking my hair and telling me how perfect I had been.
I lay there afterward, glowing and changed, knowing this passionate, wild encounter with a much bigger, superior man had awakened something deep and hungry inside me that would never be satisfied by my husband alone again. And we had only just begun.
Part 2
I lay there on the bed, still trembling from the intense waves of pleasure that had just crashed through me, my body covered in a light sheen of sweat. My full breasts rose and fell rapidly with each ragged breath, nipples still hard and sensitive from Jamal’s mouth and fingers. Between my thighs, my pussy felt deliciously wrecked—stretched wide open, puffy and glistening with a thick mixture of my own creamy arousal and the heavy load of Jamal’s cum that was slowly leaking out of me in warm, sticky rivulets. The musky, salty scent of sex hung heavy in the air of our Portland bedroom, mixing with the faint smell of our sweat and his cologne.
Mark, my sweet devoted husband, immediately crawled onto the bed beside me. His eyes were glassy with lust and adoration as he gently turned my face toward him and kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding into my mouth with tender hunger. “You were so fucking beautiful, baby,” he whispered against my lips, his voice thick with emotion. “Watching you take that big Black cock… the way your face looked when you came over and over. I love you so much for this.”
Before I could fully catch my breath, Jamal positioned himself again between my spread legs. His massive cock, still rock-hard and glistening with our combined juices, slapped heavily against my oversensitive clit. The thick, veiny shaft looked even more imposing now, dark skin shiny and pulsing. “Round two, beautiful,” he said in that deep, commanding voice. “Your husband is going to help me ruin you even more this time.”
Mark didn’t hesitate. He lay down right beside me on the bed, his body pressed close to mine so our sides touched. One of his arms slid under my neck, cradling my head against his shoulder while his other hand gently cupped and squeezed my left breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers just the way I liked. His smaller cock was hard and leaking against my hip, but he ignored it completely, focused entirely on me.
Jamal lined up the broad, flared head of his BBC once more and pushed inside me with one slow, powerful thrust. Even after the first round, the stretch was still intense and breathtaking. My puffy outer lips parted obscenely around his thick girth, the veiny shaft dragging along every sensitive ridge inside my slick, cum-filled channel. Because I was already so full of his previous load, the wet squelching sounds were louder and filthier this time—loud, creamy noises as he displaced the cum and forced it deeper or pushed it out around his cock in thick white rings that coated the base of his shaft and my swollen labia.
“Oh god… he’s so deep again,” I moaned, my voice hoarse and breathy. My inner walls fluttered and clenched around the massive intrusion, milking him instinctively as he bottomed out, his heavy balls pressing firmly against my ass.
At the exact same moment, Mark lowered his head to my chest and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue swirling around the tight peak while his hand continued playing with the other breast. The dual sensation—Jamal’s thick cock stretching and filling my pussy while my husband worshipped my tits—made my back arch off the bed with a sharp cry of pleasure.
Jamal started fucking me with long, steady strokes, each one pulling almost all the way out so I could feel the thick head catch on my entrance before slamming back in deep. The rhythm was powerful but controlled, his muscular hips snapping forward so that the slap of skin on skin echoed through the room. Every thrust pushed fresh waves of mixed cum and my slick arousal out of me, dripping down to soak my ass and the sheets beneath us.
Mark shifted lower then, moving his body so he was lying perpendicular to me, his head positioned right at the junction of my thighs while Jamal continued pounding into me from above. Mark’s face was inches away from where Jamal’s thick Black cock was stretching my married pussy wide open. He could see everything up close—the way my puffy lips gripped and slid along every veiny inch, the creamy white froth that built up at the base of Jamal’s shaft with each deep thrust, the way my clit peeked out swollen and throbbing.
“Fuck, look at how stretched she is,” Mark whispered in awe, his hot breath fanning over my clit. Then he leaned in and began licking.
His tongue traced slow, flat strokes along my stretched labia, tasting the salty-sweet mixture of my juices and Jamal’s thick cum as it was fucked out of me with every powerful plunge. He licked around the base of Jamal’s cock where it disappeared inside me, his tongue occasionally brushing against the veiny shaft as it pistoned in and out. The sensation was incredibly dirty and intimate—my husband cleaning and worshipping while another man used my pussy.
When Mark’s lips wrapped around my swollen clit and sucked gently, I screamed in ecstasy. “Mark—oh fuck—yes! Lick me while he fucks me!”
Jamal groaned deeply, his pace quickening slightly as he watched my husband eat me out. “That’s it, cuck. Taste how much better my cum tastes coming out of your wife’s ruined cunt. Keep licking her clit so she cums hard on my BBC.”
Mark obeyed eagerly, his tongue flicking rapidly over my clit in time with Jamal’s thrusts. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Jamal’s thick cock battered my g-spot and cervix with every deep stroke, while Mark’s warm, familiar mouth sucked and licked my most sensitive spot with devoted precision. My hands flew to Mark’s hair, gripping it tightly as my hips bucked between them.
The orgasm built fast and hard this time, a coiling pressure that exploded through my entire body. My pussy clamped down violently around Jamal’s massive shaft, pulsing and milking him as I squirted hard around his cock. Clear fluid mixed with cum gushed out onto Mark’s eager tongue and face. He moaned into my pussy, lapping up every drop like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, his own cock twitching and leaking steadily onto the sheets without being touched.
Jamal didn’t slow down. He fucked me straight through my climax, his heavy balls slapping wetly against my ass with each thrust, driving the pleasure higher until I was a shaking, sobbing mess of overstimulation and bliss. “Good girl,” Jamal growled. “Squirting all over your husband’s face while I wreck this married hole. You’re getting addicted already, aren’t you?”
Mark lifted his head for a moment, his face shiny and dripping with our combined juices, eyes wild with lust. He kissed the inside of my thigh tenderly before diving back in, this time pushing his tongue as deep as he could alongside Jamal’s thrusting cock, trying to scoop out more of the thick cum while still stimulating me.
The position continued for what felt like an eternity of pure ecstasy. Jamal would occasionally pull out almost completely, letting Mark lick and suck the creamy mess directly from my gaping entrance, then slam back in deep, fucking his own cum even deeper into my womb. My breasts bounced heavily with every powerful thrust. Sweat poured down Jamal’s muscular chest, dripping onto my stomach as he loomed over me.
I lost count of how many times I came like that—each orgasm blending into the next in a continuous wave of overwhelming pleasure. My voice grew hoarse from moaning and screaming their names, confessing everything between broken gasps.
“Mark, baby… his cock feels so much better… so much thicker and deeper… it’s ruining me for you… I can’t go back after this…”
Jamal finally gripped my hips harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic and powerful as he chased his own release. “Gonna fill this pussy again, baby. Gonna pump so much cum into you that your husband will be drinking it for days.”
With a deep, guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my already full womb in powerful jets, so much that it immediately overflowed, gushing out around his pulsing shaft in creamy white rivers that coated Mark’s tongue and chin as he continued licking frantically.
Jamal stayed buried deep inside me for a long moment, his cock twitching with aftershocks, keeping his seed locked inside my stretched channel. When he finally pulled out slowly, a massive gush of cum poured from my gaping, ruined pussy—thick, pearly white and mixed with my own creamy arousal.
Mark immediately lowered his mouth fully over my entrance, sucking and licking with desperate hunger, swallowing as much as he could while his tongue delved deep to clean every fold. I moaned softly in the afterglow, my body limp and glowing, one hand stroking Mark’s hair lovingly while the other reached up to caress Jamal’s muscular thigh.
Jamal watched with a satisfied, possessive smile, his still-hard cock resting heavy on my thigh. “That was just part two, beautiful. We’ve got all day. Your husband is going to keep cleaning you while I keep fucking you until this married cunt is completely addicted to BBC and can’t even feel your husband’s little dick anymore.”
I smiled weakly, completely spent but already feeling the stirrings of fresh arousal as Mark’s tongue continued its gentle, devoted work and Jamal’s fingers began tracing slow circles over my sensitive clit once more. This was only the beginning of a long, passionate, life-changing day.
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