Parallelism Chapter 1: The Wrong Video
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Sara grabbed my ass again and it made me jolt into the countertop hitting my hip bone. She laughed, and I laughed with her, but I wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t say I was a little concerned. I wasn’t hurt or anything, but her grab-assing had changed since last week.
She has always pinched my butt. In the 8 years we’ve been married, and even in the years of dating before that, she has never been shy about my “cute rump”. And it is cute. Or, rather, big for a man, and not the shape of other men’s asses. It’s round. I wouldn’t admit this (not even to my wife) but because I was born before the internet was ubiquitous, I once or twice had to use a mirror and my imagination to jack off looking at my own ass. With enough suspension of disbelief, you would swear it was a girl’s ass.
I could suspend that disbelief because I am definitely an ass man. I love ass enough to be entranced by it. I can confidently say mine would register as an 8 out of 10 in an objective study. Women have pointed it out since high school. And though it used to embarrass me, sometime around the end of college I came up with the joke that I needed a huge ass as a counterweight so I wouldn’t fall forward. It was my go-to every time a girl (or God forbid one of the boys) brought it up, and since then, I have grown to appreciate the… ahem… asset… and the attention it brings. I’m not so put out.
And I can back up the joke, I have a solid 8 on the backside, but also sport an almost 8 incher on the front side, a very thick almost 8 incher. Sara appreciates the front. She’s told me so unprompted once or twice. But she gets really ramped up from the back, if I’m being honest with myself. The back gets her started, the front finishes her off. It works for us. For me. It works for me.
So I don’t mind that Sara is a serial pincher. If I want to get laid any given night, I just lean over the table while picking up our plates or bend over and pick stuff up off the floor while she’s laid back on the couch. If I can get her to pinch, I can get her to fuck, every time. When we kiss, she always reaches around with two hands and squeezes. She pulls me in. I’ve learned to arch my back when her arms are around me and she can’t help but grab on. Then she’s ready to go. It’s the same thing she does in the missionary position; she grabs both cheeks and pulls me in the entire fuck. I am only doing have the work despite being on top. I think my ass is probably why she prefers missionary – she demands it most nights. She can’t reach it in doggy – my favorite position – or any of the other crazy entanglements I come up with. If my dick could bend down far enough, maybe I could… well, I can’t, so, we almost always start in missionary or, better for me, on the bathroom counter, and if I can hold out long enough to make her cum, I can ask her to do any position I want after. She’s usually satisfied enough that she thinks its fun to humor me after that. She’s all giggles and jokes and ball taps and nipple bites, and, it’s a little distracting, but very fun.
But after last week with the porn, she doesn’t pinch anymore. And she’s not really grabbing either. It’s more than that. That’s just a cover. When she grabs my ass now, she pushes her hand in towards my asshole and nudges a little.
When she used to pinch or cop a feel, she would make a cute little noise that meant “gotcha”. It was a game. Something closer to how close friends would joke-flirt. But this week, she’s been making a much bolder sexual sound. And she’s laughing and flirting in a way that feels more like a taunt. Like she’s daring me to enjoy that threat of buggery.
I should shake it off and count myself lucky on two fronts: firstly, I have a wife that is clearly still attracted to me after 10 years of being together. Which is amazing, since I am still a hound for her. Thank God she doesn’t use sex as a bargaining tool, because she could exercise a considerable control over my will. But as is, I am in a very happy marriage.
And secondly, at least she is focusing on the better part of that porn video, from my perspective, than the… other part. I should have stopped it when I realized what it was. As a man, I have a lot more experience with porn. I know what’s out there. I knew from the set up what could have been a possible plot point, but if I would have done something, well, that kinda makes it look like I know that genre or I’m that I’m self-conscious or it’s something taboo which, of course it is, but being scared of the taboo makes it sexually intriguing. I was trying to play it cool not knowing how far things would go. And once you start playing something cool, it’s even harder to abort without looking even less cool than at the start. Your bravado becomes an act, not a trait. You can’t fall back on morals to save it.
Besides, Sara was incredibly turned on from the start of it, I was already balls deep (so that’s where my brain was), and I was getting the rare doggy position as part of the deal. I wasn’t in a position to stop things from unfolding.
I had just specifically asked for doggy session, too. Begged for it. She had complained, “I want to see your butt in the mirror.” We have a mirror on her vanity across from the bed. She was always craning her neck trying to look over my shoulder. I suspect (obvious from what she had just said) that she actually raised the mirror to do just this. You could sort of tell it was a little higher than it should be and angled down.
I was persistent. She had a compromise.
“Grab my laptop. I’ll do doggy if you let me watch some guys’ butts on the computer while you get it.” She said with a smile.
I laughed. I was happy about it, actually. I had started the watching porn during sex thing a few years ago. I love my wife, and would never want to have sex with anyone else besides her, but I also love a huge ass, and I married for love, not ass, unfortunately. My wife was beautiful. Seriously, one of the prettiest faces I have ever seen. Her tits were big double d’s back when she was a tiny string bean in her 20s. They had to be double F’s now. So that combination alone was a top tier for most men.
She also had great legs, a cute hipster style, amazing hair, a knockout smile, and the list can go on because she was literally perfect in every way. Except her ass. It was cute. Her hips made it incredibly sexy in doggy style. They were big hips. When she bent over – from the top view – it made for a gorgeous round shape. It was a unique ass shape I didn’t see hardly ever in porn, so I should thank my stars I got it in a wife. But from the back or sides, or when she was standing up, it was an average ass. Not bad, but not eating shorts in the impractical way porn asses did either.
And I hate thinking that even now. She’s a wife and a mother and looks far better all dressed up because her ass is normal. Fake asses look ridiculous walking through the grocery store in plain clothes. No dresses can come off the rack looking pretty with cheeks broader than the shoulders. It’s just when I’m horny that I want an impractically giant, unnaturally circular ass with cheeks you can hide an banana under on each side without it falling to the ground. I want porn ass.
But getting behind Sara for doggy quite literally makes me fall in love with her ass all over again, and the long months I don’t get it like this makes me fall deeper and deeper into porn ass. It’s like romanticizing your shitty home cooking you had to grow up on when all you’ve had for months is ultra processed factory food. I don’t actually like porn ass more than my wife’s ass, but I so seldomly get to see my wife’s ass in the form it was meant for.
I feel like I am not appreciating how great her body is. It’s just like this: her ass has a good side, and that good side is from the top while she’s bent over. Most people have a good side when it comes to their face. This isn’t a derogatory description. And Sara doesn’t have a bad side there at all. All sides are good, especially with her face and tits and legs. Its just that the rest of her is such a showstopper, that bigger cheeks on the backside would have made her unstoppable. But would have also shot her out of the wife material sphere, so I’m glad her ass is normal. I would come to find out there was an even better view of her ass possible, one that made me cum instantly, despite my pride and record of having outstanding control, but I only saw this view well after the sneaky finger ass grabs started.
And we’re not at that part of the apology yet. And by apology, I mean defense. The classical apology. I am writing this down as a defense of all that I let transpire after, which is why I’m rambling. I want this record to be as solid a footing as it can be to explain my behavior, should I ever need to in a quick turn.
For my defense, I need to tell the story starting when my hip hit the counter. But in order to understand why my hip hit the counter, I guess I have to admit all the details about the porn.
Looking back, it’s my fault she started watching the porn she did. When I was on a string of boring missionary sex getting my butt kneaded into relaxation more than arousal, I would my porn on Sara’s laptop, always by the bed.
The deal was I would stay on top the whole time if she would let me watch some big asses being violated. Sara doesn’t allow me to fuck with her butt much, though it always makes her cum hard. But I love fucking her ass.
Ass does not feel as good as pussy in the slightest. Pussy is all muscle and clamping and velvet and wetness and vibrations. Ass is like fucking that thick rubber band that comes holding together stems of broccoli. It’s super tight on the outside, but empty on the inside. But I’ll ask for anal all the time because it looks fucking awesome. It makes my cock look huge. Pussy was made to not only take cock comfortably, but move whole ass babies. Anal, many can argue, was also designed for some level of intercourse. I’ve read about it. The sigmoid bend is at the perfect depth for the average penis and has pleasure from being pushed. And that’s not to mention the position of the prostate gay guys are always droning on about. But ass wasn’t made to do more than cock. So if you have an above average dick, like I do, then it looks like you have passed the acceptable, intended bounds of nature and are truly defiling something that was precious before you decided to take your pleasure from it.
It sounds really shitty when I phrase it like that, but it’s definitely a power trip. And I recognize this about my kink (if it’s even a kink), and I go to lengths to make sure I am the type of man, citizen, and husband that doesn’t get power drunk and unfair – other than this one simple power fantasy of having a dick far to big for my fair maiden so it makes her cum uncontrollably. Which anal does for Sara in less than 30 seconds. At which point she wants it out immediately and I end up jacking off onto her ass.
It’s fine though. I’m not going to push it when she doesn’t want, and the fact she lets me put it in there at all is a blessing. But as we got older with the kids, she just doesn’t have time to make sure its all prepared to the point she’s comfortable for it. And eventually, we discovered that me watching other girls get their asses fucked was perfect for us. I still got the feeling of the pussy with the imagery of the ass. Sara got distraction free time to play with my butt cheeks and to be on bottom for it the whole time.
So that became sort of routine. I would line up a few videos. Sometimes I would have to jump to different ones or find a more titillating one on the fly, but I was pretty open sexually with Sara. I have a big dick. In my experience, it even pushed the boundaries of what was too big. Some girls didn’t want me going to the hilt unless they were really ramped up. You don’t want to hit the hymen. It hurts. And the backside of the clit is just inside anyways. If anything, I wish I had a more pronounced curl for that and it would be cool if it could bend backwards further for new positions, but otherwise, I had the perfect cock.
So I wasn’t afraid of her being corrupted by attractive hunks or giant cocks in my porn vids. Those concerns always came off as patronizing to me anyway. It’s not like girls don’t watch porn on their own. They know what big dicks look like. I’m not saving her from some truth out there that wouldn’t have already ruined her if it had the power to.
Which is good, because big ass porn comes with a lot of BBC and cheating and dirty talk stuff. I don’t want to just see twerking. I want to see an ass split wide open, gaping, being slammed down, squeezed, eaten, fingered, and fucked into submission. And because I watched that while Sara got her butt squeezes in, she got to see a lot of it too, though she didn’t care much for it, surprisingly.
This time, however, the night with the wrong video, it was Sara’s turn to watch some good butt porn. Man butt. And I was just happy to be above those big, beautiful hips. So I grabbed her laptop and set it on the end of the bed to one side. I wanted to get a sidelong profile of us in the vanity mirror to complement my ass view.
“Just butts? From experience, I can tell you that butts are like a fine wine. They need to be paired with something if you want to appreciate their full-bodied flavor.”
“Ok, well, how about you eat my pussy while I look for something. I don’t want you to finish before I find something good.”
This was fair play. She often sucked my balls and jerked me while I looked for my video line up.
“I would be so happy to do that for you.” I replied when I saw her getting onto all fours. She wanted me to eat her from behind. Fuck yeah! It wasn’t often enough I got to eat her ass with her pussy. She liked it a lot but was self-conscious about it. If she was letting me go down from the back, that meant she was comfortable with me eating that ass too, but I had to be sure. I had ruined a sexy night before from being presumptuous. “Can I get a taste of that ass, too, please?”
“Oooh, I feel like I’m being pampered.” She said over her shoulder as she began typing on her laptop. That was a yes. I spread her cheeks and started massaging them.
“You are. You get whatever you want on doggy night. The raunchier the better. I can tell you directly that this is a Pavlovian experiment to make you make you crave more doggy style nights, and it will still work, because that’s how humans work. And it will even work faster if you help me by leaning into it a little for me and look up the raunchiest porn you can get off to.”
“Alright, dirty boy. Enough nerd talk. I doubt I want anything raunchier than your usual line up, but challenge accepted.” She smirked and that smirk was a little too mischievous. “You know, that means I can condition you just as easy. How about you agree to lean in too.”
“For you, anything.” I scooted back until I had to put my feet on the floor and leaned over into her ass. I started with a kiss just above the crack and then pushed my face into it. I heard her intake of breath and decided to try to tease as long as possible.
I kissed the top of her crack with a little tongue, still well above her asshole, and dug my thumbs into the bottom of her cheeks, massaging them and spreading them at the same time. I rubbed my thumbs in circles there, spreading up and out, slowly working the in towards her pussy while I kept making out with her tailbone and her upper ass crack. I didn’t want to eat the ass before the pussy for obvious reasons, but I wanted to add to the foreplay. The tailbone is a surprisingly good spot for that ramp up.
Eventually I got to her labia majora with my thumbs and rubbed them together, then traced up and down the outside. I was careful not to touch her where she wanted me to while still giving her a lot of indirect friction. And as I massaged her pussy still holding the lips together over the sensitive parts, I started kissing down the sides of her crack on each cheek, never going deep into the middle.
After a few minutes, she was squirming. I pulled back, spread her cheeks, and blew gently on both her holes. Kissed her again, massaged them closed, and repeated. On the third time I spread her cheeks, I breathed in like I was going to blow on her pussy again, but then when full in on her clit with a wide flat tongue.
She squealed loudly, a nice crescendo, music to my ears. She pulled away by shock a little, but was already pushing back forcefully before her squeal ended. I started working circles with my tongue still flat. Slow circles. And squeezed her cheeks, kneading them like she did mine. She kept giving small moans periodically, not like that first gasp, but she was certainly in heaven. She was still pushing back rhythmically. My nose was pushing towards her vagina and I could tell it was tantalizing and she wished it was something more suited to breach her.
The angle of pussy eating from behind when you aren’t under the girl is too hard on the neck. I tried to outlast the pain, but who knows what a good showing is in that scenario, so after about 6 minutes of pussy eating, I was proud enough of myself and drew back to rest my neck and shoulders.
To let her know I wasn’t finished, I pushed my thumb up and down her slit, not penetrating her yet, and rubbed my forefinger knuckles sideways on her clit, almost like I was pinching her pussy. She moaned appreciation more than elation, which was fine. I’d miss a tongue too. But you had to take breathes during sex to build up the tension. Edging. It made the orgasms much better.
I gave her a couple minutes to appreciate a little down time with soft and sensual friction while my other hand rubbed up her back and over her butt cheeks, massaging and scratching and rubbing for the pleasure of it. It was a little mindless, so I looked up at her computer and had to stifle a laugh. I didn’t want to ruin the mood.
There were a few tabs open, but she was on the search screen still with a grid of videos to choose from. What made me laugh was the search prompt: “Husband’s nice butt wife plays with butt penis cock big balls”
It wasn’t so eloquent as a man with an entire youth of porn would engineer. Guys knew the word ‘nice’ wasn’t bringing in any unique vidoes where the butt was actually nice. Every butt was nice to the person that uploaded it. But when girls thought of butts, they only thought of the nice ones. It was an incidental title word at best.
Also, for porn searches, the simpler the better. Every video had all these words and more tagged, even if there weren’t any butts in the video at all. You had to find the one key word your tribe had settled on to separate your particular style of porn out. This was why every position needed a name. It was probably why gay guys had a name for every type of gay guy, I suddenly realized.
I didn’t want to laugh or take her out of her elation at my touches, so I bent over and smiled as I pushed my tongue straight into her asshole as deep as it would go. She enjoyed her second surprise immensely.
I tongue-fucked her for a minute and then pulled back a little. I kissed her cheeks. Bit them gently. First nibbles, then big bites where I didn’t clamp down, but got a lot of flesh into my mouth. Then back to prod her hole, then back to the cheeks and tailbone.
As I was enjoying her cheeks in one of the cycles (much easier on the neck than the lower pussy from here), I heard her start clicking and typing again. I gave her a minute to get her work handled by staying off the sensitive parts, and when I heard her slow down, I went back to tongue fucking her ass.
“Yes. More. Deeper.” She moaned.
“You like getting your ass eaten?”
“Uh huh” She moaned.
“You like having your husband service your tight little asshole?”
“I do. Service me, oh!” I went deep as she responded. She liked that phrasing, I noted. I became bold to try more.
“You’re a dirty little girl, making your husband eat your ass while you look at other cocks. Are you thinking about those big dicks?” That was risqué even for me and my porn habits. I’m still not sure where that came from other than at this point, I was still somewhat naïve in the before times. I was confident that I didn’t care and had no fear of her passions.
“Ooooh, I am. I’m sorry. I like your tongue in my ass. I like your dick.”
“I love your ass.”
“Eat it.” I was eating it. She just wanted it eaten deeper. Every time I spoke, I dove back in while she tried to respond over her whimpers. She wouldn’t say it, but deep down I knew she wanted it fucked. I thought that night might turn into one of those rare nights.
“I’ll treat this ass right. You deserve this. You look at those big cocks and let me show you my love for this ass.” Why the fuck was I still saying stuff like that? It must have been some subconscious recognition because that certainly sent her over the edge. After years of marriage, I could tell when she had a mini orgasm. Her little tremors, I called them.
“Please, I wanna fuck.” She said.
I didn’t need another invitation. I climbed up onto the bed, and she resettled her knees up under her. She had been slipping into prone in her enjoyment. Maybe I was pushing her down with my face. Either way, her desire made her push her ass back up in the air higher than it had ever been. She was reaching for my cock with her ass. She wanted to present her pussy to me as a means to beg for my dick. Her face was in the sheets and her hand was working her clit slowly. It must have been there as soon as I stopped eating her ass. She was ready for dick.
With her head and shoulders down, I could see the laptop screen clearly. She hadn’t clicked play yet on this one, but it was on the second tab of several she had open and the thumbnail covering the screen was a big man-ass with the play icon thankfully covering his hairy asshole. She had pulled up exactly the sex she liked: a woman underneath in missionary with her hands wrapped around squeezing her the man’s ass. If I clicked play, I knew exactly what I would see. The man would plow down, his ass taking up half the screen, his wife’s cute little asshole barely visible under his low-hangers flopping back and forth making a slapping sound.
I wasn’t jarred out of horniness by a hairy man ass or anything. I have seen plenty of porn. Man parts don’t bother me. I’ve never once felt attraction to a man, but I’ve also never felt revulsion over dicks or balls. The asses aren’t attractive, but I’m not one of those guys that can’t admit they watch porn with bigger dicks rather than smaller ones. Maybe it’s because I have a good dick. I’m just not jealous. So I saw the ugly ass, shook my head with a smile at the predictability of it (raunchy my ass), and then looked down on my prize.
Sara’s big hips and cute little cheeks were as gorgeous as ever from this view. I had consciously decided not to work her open with my fingers because I wanted my entrance to be slow today. I wanted to enjoy the tightness. It meant I had a responsibility to start slow, but I was happy to have that responsibility today. Maybe because she was so hot and bothered.
I licked my fingertips and wiped the spit on my dick head, then licked them again to wipe up her slit, pushing a little in the middle. I didn’t have to do that second one, turns out. She was dripping.
I pulled my foreskin forward a little as I pushed my dick into her labia, separating them. Getting a good seal with the foreskin helped to keep that natural lubricant in there. It worked like a gasket using this pro method. Then, after pushing the head in, I just let it sit there a moment. She gasped at first, but as I stood still she sat back up on her hands, arching her back, and jiggled her little ass side to side, around in circles, getting her pussy use to my fat head. We hadn’t fucked in a week, so she was really tight. After a minute of her ministrations, I started slowly working in and out. She used the new comfort to click play on her video.
I still wanted to take my time. I began massaging her ass cheeks as I moved slowly in and out. I was cupping them with my arms twisted forward as if I was about to lift her straight by her ass. About half of my dick was getting in on every thrust now, and I was using my cupped hands to pull her pussy open more on my inwards thrusts. My foreskin is not very loose, but its so flexible, I can shift a solid four inches forward while it holds its spot.
Sara was letting out high pitched whimpers periodically, and I knew she was appreciating my slow tact not only for the comfort of stretching out, feeling each milimeter displaced, one at a time, but so she could focus a little easier on her porn videos. I couldn’t see the screen around her soldiers, but I could hear the grunts and moans and was enjoying the atmosphere with her. We could enjoy that a little longer before the shaking and the panting.
She rested on one hand and used the other to click a few times. Then she got a little quiet on the whimpers and raised up to use both hands to type, a difficult balance. She was concentrating and as she used the mouse again, it was obvious she was doing a new search. I let her search and scroll for a minute as she settled in, keeping up with my slow advancement into her pussy. I finally bottomed out. I felt a gush of wetness on my lightly sheared pubic hair. My smooth shaved balls felt the drips with even more sensitivity, and in the slowness, I could feel my sack tightening to the cool exposure.
Sara moaned, but I could hear the distraction in the moan. A full dick usually made her give more of a whiney. She was too focused on her computer. I leaned over a little to look over her soldier and I could see enough to know she had a few new tabs open.
Maybe it was my leaning giving my curiosity away, or that movement simply reminded her of the resources she had available behind her for her pleasure, but she settled down onto her elbows, chin on her palms, and wiggled her ass higher.
“Alright, time to fuck me”
“Yes, mam.”
I looked down on her improved position and god damn did it make her ass look phenomenal. I grabbed her hips and picked up the pace a little. I was at a trot, not a gallop. I didn’t want to shake her vision too much until she was on the precipice. But that pace also let me give long full strokes. She was making noises to let me know that was the right tact. She was even happier when I brushed my thumb over her asshole, then sucked it into my mouth for some spit, and put it in. I had to lean back a little to not only get my thumb in her ass, but to appreciate it for the beauty it was. I put my less dominant hand back behind me for stability.
While I was staring at her ass and how my thumb was working it, I could hear the video playing. There were new moans and grunts, but at the same time, they were the same old moans and grunts. On this video, however, the man started some dirty talk, which is always nice regardless who it’s from.
You like that big dick don’t you? The man-on-screen said. Oh, yeah the woman-on-screen replied.
You’ve been needing some big cock, huh, love? You missed having your pussy stretched.
It’s so big she said back. What a good sport.
The commentary kept going around the same topic, and it was nice, but I couldn’t help but notice the guy was sort of a plain speaker for the physical activity he was supposed to be enacting. His grunts were great, but his lines just didn’t have the same passion. It made me think though about giving Sara as much cock as I could. I stopped leaning back, pulled my wiggling thumb out her ass, and pushed in even further than usual, not just to where the ass slapped my stomach, but until I could feel her pubic bone pushing up on my scrotum. I had to pull her hips into me. It was every inch I had, even the inch or two hidden behind the pubic fat I had gained since our wedding.
Focusing on her enjoyment made me think of what she was watching, and with this position, I could see the whole screen. I looked up. Not much had changed except it was a different man’s ass on a different woman, so a new video. This ass darker, tanner. The balls were up tighter. I have a tight sack. I’m happy to come across them in the wild because porn is usually big hangers. This guy had a tight sack and a fat cock like me. If it weren’t for his ugly ass, I could have been convinced it was me and Sara on the screen.
The reason I was looking at a tight sack was because quite obviously this was a homemade amateur video. This was a real couple. My penchant for giant asses meant that I didn’t see many of these. The ones I watched had work done; they were half plastic. Which was unfortunate, because homemade porn was so much more intimate and the natural bodies were better shaped, I will admit.
How did she get to amateur porn? I looked at the title and was finally a little thrown off. It read: Cuckold’s View.
I, of course, knew what a cuckold was. I assume every guy my age or younger knows what a cuck is by now. It’s a perennial online insult, but I had never heard Sara say the word. I kept the pace with my fucking even if I couldn’t keep pushing so deep on each thrust in my distraction. And now I was more distracted than she was, but not in the same good way she was. Frantically, I looked at the other tab names and I started putting together what happened. Looking back, I am a little proud, actually, of how smart she is.
While I laughed about her first search prompt for looking like a 12 year old’s first time alone with the family computer, she had looked through a few dozen videos and realized she needed a better prompt, and at the same time, she must have saw the word cuckold on a couple of the videos that best fit her desired view. There was a tab just to the left that read search wife squeezes husband ass cuckold view films. This had to be what happened. She found a tribe, and from what I know of cuckolds, they probably do film guy’s asses up close pretty often. What shit luck.
“You alright?” She caught me in my thoughts.
“Huh? Yeah!” I had slowed down and was losing my boner a little. “Sorry, I guess it’s just the big hairy guy ass throwing me off.”
She giggled, “Oh, let me change it.”
“No! It’s your day. I should be looking down at this not-hairy-at-all woman ass anyway. You watch what you want.”
“It’s okay, hun. I want more action anyways before I get pounded.” She was provoking me because the foreplay had gone long enough.
Sara began clicking through her other tabs. Thankfully, I guess because she had the key phrase ‘cuckold view’, there wasn’t any of the videos with cuckolds jerking off in a chair that I saw from the professional porn studios. It was mostly handheld cameras filming wives getting plowed. If Sara stopped to think about it, she could have put 2 and 2 together on who was holding the camera, but she was getting fucked, so I assume she didn’t care at the moment.
But she did still want a good visual aid since she could get her hand on my ass. She just kept closing tabs after a few seconds if the women weren’t grabbing the men’s butts fast enough. She wanted what she wanted.
I sort of fell into a rhythm watching her change through the videos. I was also anticipating something better, so I wasn’t really giving it my all on the fucking front, which gave her more will power to look for a better video, one just to her tastes.
That changed when she finally reached a video with the cuckold on camera. The cuck was standing, ass towards the camera. His wife was kneeling in front of him. She had her hand between his legs, reaching up and massaging his butt. I knew it was his wife because he was white and she was white, but she was kneeling sideways perpendicular to him, and on her far side, with her other hand, she was holding the longest, fattest, blackest cock I had ever seen. The video didn’t have great lighting, so Sara probably didn’t realize what I did as fast because her response was, “Oooo a threesome!”
The woman-on-camera’s hand was wrapped around the monster’s base, more on his scrotum really, because it was too thick to wrap her hand around, and the anaconda cock hung down over her hand, its head swinging and hitting her in the elbow. The movement must have registered with my wife, because she went silent with a small intake of breath.
The woman-on-camera was obviously licking her husband’s dick, not really blowing it by how little her head moved. And as she massaged his ass, rubbing her hand up and down. On ever third massage or so, she would rub her hand straight up along his crack with her middle finger disappearing inside a little. The first time she did it, Sara gave a deep “ouh ouh ouh ouh” kind of moan. It was something instinctual, archaic.
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