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I want to tell you about this wild night with my wife Tracy [36f] and my Facebook buddy Scott [45m]. Tracy’s a knockout—long, straight strawberry blonde hair past her shoulders, piercing green eyes, killer curves with full, perky D-cup breasts, a slim waist flaring to wide hips, a round firm ass, and sexy long legs. Her skin’s smooth, flawless, no freckles, with a light tan that makes her irresistible.
Scott and I chatted mostly about politics on Facebook for years—heated debates on elections and policy. He was recently divorced, complaining his ex avoided sex because his cock was too big, 9 inches and thick. I was curious about his size so I started sending him pics of Tracy—casual ones at first, then nudes of her naked, D-cups bare or ass bent over. He’d rave, so one night I let slip she’s a hotwife, our open deal for spice. I gave him her number; they texted, but it fizzled—until one Sunday.
Tracy posted a hot selfie from a camping trip in tight short shorts hugging her ass and a tank top stretched over her D-cups. Scott DM’d me: “Bring her over tonight—I’ll show her a good time.” That evening, in our couple’s shower, I soaped her curves, grinding against her, and whispered his message. She stroked me to the edge, then stopped: “Let’s do it now.” She got ready in those shorts and tank, with sheer black lingerie underneath—bra showing her nipples, thong barely covering her shaved pussy. “Wait outside,” she teased, kissing me deep.
The drive was tense; she kept me on edge. At his house, she sauntered in, Scott pulling her inside shirtless. I waited in the car nearly three hours, stroking myself, hearing moans, going nuts thinking about the nudes I’d sent him.
Later, they spilled the details—Tracy whispering while I reclaimed her, Scott bragging via messages. On his couch, he groped her ass, they made out hard. She knelt, unzipped him, and worshiped his massive cock: licking veins, swirling the head, deep-throating with moans, saliva dripping, going forever. He stripped her, sucked her D-cups, fingered her to orgasm. He promised to pull out but pushed in slow—her pussy stretching painfully at first, then taking him balls-deep. They fucked missionary, her riding him with bouncing tits, doggy with ass-slaps, her cumming multiple times. Finally, she begged: “Cum in me, fill my pussy!” He unloaded deep inside, overflowing as she milked him.
She texted; I picked her up, cum dripping down her thighs. In the car, she kissed me, tasting like him, guiding my hand to his load. “I begged for it—felt amazing.” We rushed home; I pinned her against the wall, yanking off her shorts and thong, thrusting into her sloppy, cum-filled pussy. She was sore, wincing at first, her walls stretched wide and swollen from his girth—like he’d ruined her for me. My average cock felt tiny inside her, sliding loosely in the space he’d claimed, his cum lubing every thrust. It hit me hard—I felt like such a cuck, humiliated yet insanely turned on, knowing he’d wrecked my wife, filled her with seed she begged for, while I waited outside like a pathetic voyeur. She moaned about how big he was, how she came screaming his name, her soreness making her clench unevenly around me. The mix of jealousy, arousal, and that weird loose feeling pushed me over—I pounded her harder, reclaiming her as best I could, but feeling small and emasculated the whole time.
We both came explosively, my load mixing with his, her whispering, “You love being my cuck, don’t you?” It was the first time she used that term with me.
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