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My wife, Diana, almost cheated on me.
She came to me in tears and confessed everything.
Diana had been posing for a woman, Agnetta, she’d met at an art class. The posing had slowly escalated into full nudity and even into some explicit sexual acts. The two women had become close. Agnetta had disclosed her promiscuous history, deep in the past. Diana, in turn, had confided her most secret fantasies. Even ones she’d never discussed with me.
There was one fantasy in particular that Diana shared. She wanted to get fucked by a man with a huge cock. A cock so big that it hurt her to take it. A cock so big that it tore her apart. She’d never told me because she was embarrassed. It felt shallow somehow, too primal. She had always said that size didn’t matter, and she didn’t want anyone to know that, for this one fantasy, it very much did. She was worried about humiliating me, making me feel that I wasn’t enough for her. So, she never said anything. But she told Agnetta.
One evening Agnetta invited Diana to pose again. She asked Diana if it was OK if there was another model and, after thinking it over, Diana agreed. When she got there Diana changed into a robe and stepped into the studio. The other model was already there, a man, nude, slightly younger looking than Diana expected, with a sculpted body and the biggest cock that Diana had ever seen. The biggest cock that she’s ever imagined.
“Diana, this is my grandson, Jonathan.” She winked broadly at Diana. “I’ve forgotten most of the paints I need for today. I have to go get them. I might be an hour or more.” She quickly swept out of the room.
Beyond that, Diana wouldn’t tell me what happened. She told me that she got very close to cheating on me. She swore over and over again that she hadn’t fucked him, and she begged me to forgive her.
I was stunned. Numb. It was a lot to take in. I didn’t know what to say, so said nothing. I slept on the couch that night, even though Diana offered to instead. She even offered to go stay with her sister if I needed space.
I was deeply troubled. I couldn’t sleep. But my thoughts weren’t occupied with Diana’s transgression. Instead, all I could think about was how aroused she must have been. I’ve seen her when she is intensely horny. She loses all sense of self. All her barriers drop, and rational thought goes out the window. She’ll end up doing things that were unthinkable hours before. Instead of being angry, I was getting aroused.
That lasted all week. Diana assumed that I was mad at her and tried to give me space. Instead, I was in a horny daze. Finally, I asked Diana if she had Jonathan’s contact information or if she could get it. She was suddenly very worried. She thought I was going to confront him or fight him. She tried to argue with me, or to redirect my anger. I cut her off abruptly.
“I’m not going to fight him. He’s going to fuck you.” I walked away.
I wasn’t ready to talk about it. There was an hour or so of silence.
Then a text came through from Diana. It was Jonathan’s contact information.
A week after that, another week of hardly speaking to each, I took Diana over to Agnettas. The door was unlocked and Agnetta was nowhere to be found.
I guided Diana into the studio. Jonathan was there, waiting. This time fully clothed. I guided Diana to the center of the room.
“Strip.” I told her. She blushed and looked at the floor. She undid her blouse and shrugged it to the ground. She dropped her bra and stepped out of her dress and underwear. We watched her in silence. Diana had done stripteases before. This wasn’t the same. This was bare and unadorned. Not sexy, just raw. When she was naked, I told her to get on her knees. She obeyed.
Jonathan took off his shirt. Then dropped his pants. I had been preparing myself and still I was shocked. He was a well-built man, but nothing prepared me for the size of his cock. It was astonishing. It was almost frightening. I looked at Diana. Her eyes were wide, with arousal or fear. Her mouth was open just a little bit. Her breath was heavy.
I moved over to her and pulled her to her feet. Agnetta had a bed in the studio that she used for people to pose on. I moved Diana to the bed and forced her to her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, facing away from us, presenting her ass and pussy. Jonathan moved towards her, his massive cock like a weapon in front of him. He knelt on the bed and Diana moaned as she felt him getting closer. he put a hand on the small of her back and pushed her down, forcing her to spread her legs. He kept pushing and her legs spread further and further apart, until she was almost squatting. It was powerful. It was forceful. It was obscene.
He moved up behind her and rubbed the head of his cock the length of her slit. She was wet. But not wet enough to take him. She moaned again. I’d come prepared. I handed Jonathan a tube of KY Jelly. He took it, opened the top and pushed it against Diana’s pussy. He wasn’t delicate or sensual about it. He pushed it into her a little and squeezed. She filled with lube. It poured out of her, making a mess on the bed below. He wasn’t interested in making this sexy or hot. He knew what he wanted, and it was all about his satisfaction. He pressed his cock up against her. Tried to push into her a little, then stopped.
“She’s so tight.” He said to me. “Are you sure you want this? I’m going to change her pussy forever.”
“Yes. I want this.”
“I want to hear her say it.” He grunted. He thrust forward a tiny little bit. The head of his cock pushed in.
“Yes. ” She moaned. “I need to feel it. Please.”
He moved back a little and his cock left her. She made a soft, disappointed sound. He looked at me and a grin split his young face.
“Make it happen.” He told me. “Take my cock and guide it into your wife. I want you to surrender her to me.”
I hesitated. I wasn’t used to touching other men. Diana rocked back.
“Please.” She moaned. “Guide him in. Help him ruin me.” I reached out tentatively. Grasped his cock. He felt like sun warmed stone. I lined him against her pussy. She pushed back again him. I slid him into her, and she moaned.
“Make her fuck me.” He demanded. I moved to Diana’s side and grabbed her hips. Slowly I pushed her back, onto him. She gasped. I pushed more.
“Oh my God.” She whispered. I kept pushing. He stayed motionless behind her.
“Holy shit. It’s so big.” She gasped. I kept up the pressure.
“Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. It’s huge.” I pushed more.
“It hurts.” She moaned. “It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.” She didn’t say her safe word. I pushed more. He bottomed out inside her. She threw back her head. Her mouth flew open in a silent scream. Her whole body tensed. He pulled back and her body relaxed, just a little.
“You aren’t needed anymore.” He told me. I stepped back. Diana’s head was hanging down, her hair hiding her face. He pushed back in to her again. She moaned again. The same words.
“Oh God, oh God.” As he pushed in to the refrain changed again.
“It hurts. It hurts.” She squirmed as she tried to find an easier way to take him in. He didn’t care. He didn’t accommodate her. He just kept moving forward relentlessly. Her body tensed again. Beads of sweat burst from her skin as she struggled.
He pulled back and thrust forward again, faster this time. Harder.
“Oh yes. Fuck me.” She shouted. He pounded into her.
“I can feel you so deep.” She shouted. “You’re stretching me. Fuck me.” He pulled out, slammed back in.
“Fuck me hard.” She demanded. “I can feel you inside. Mess me up. Rearrange my insides.” A slew of obscenities started to pour from her. He sped up. Sweat was dripping from Diana.
“You’re breaking me. Fuck me, you asshole. Break my cunt.” It was the most obscene thing I’d heard Diana say. It was the most obscene thing I’d hear anyone say.
“Break me. Rip me open. Ruin me. Make my pussy belong to you.” He grabbed her sweat soaked hair, pulled back hard. Her eyes were open wide but glazed over. Tears streaked down her face. She came then. Her entire body shivering as he ravaged her. He didn’t notice. Or didn’t care. He kept fucking her, hard.
“Oh my God, you bastard.” She whispered. “You bastard. You bastard.”
He pulled back harder on her hair. It looked like he would tear it out. His body was starting to tense. No plan had been made about where he would cum. I wanted him to cum inside her more than I’d wanted anything before.
“I own your pussy, bitch.” He told. “It’s broken. It’s ruined.”
“Fuck you.” She swore. “It’s ruined for anyone else. My pussy belongs to you.”
He pulled back her hair until her body bent. She screamed in pain and then came again. Convulsing beneath him wildly. He slammed forward the hardest he ever had, and she’s screamed again. He pumped his cum inside her. Deep. The deepest it had ever been. He collapsed to the side, and she rolled over. Her legs fell open. Cum and lube flowed from her. There were tiny flecks on blood on her inner thighs. He really had broken her.
I had no willpower. No control. I climbed on her broken body and slid my cock inside her. I could hardly feel her. She was stretched. She was wide. She lay motionless, like she didn’t notice me at all. I didn’t care.
I couldn’t last. Not after what I’d just seen. I thrust twice, maybe three times and came. I rolled to the side, put my head on her thigh and admired the broken ruin she’d become. Her penance paid in full.
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