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This is a continuation, below is the link for Part 1 :
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There I was.. frozen on the couch, watching my wife of 10 years settle back onto his lap like she belonged there. His massive cock…easily twice as long and thick as mine, veiny, dark, and already half-hard again.. rested heavily between her thick, curvy thighs. The swollen head pressed right against the thin fabric of her shorts, nudging into the crease where her pussy was. A dark, wet spot was already blooming on the material from her obvious arousal. I felt my stomach drop and my face burn.
I was less of a man in that moment than I’d ever felt in my life. My own dick twitched pathetically in my pants, hard as steel but feeling tiny and insignificant by comparison.
She was blushing furiously, her dusky cheeks flushed pink, curly hair messy from his hands, but her eyes were sparkling with booze and something much filthier. She bit her lip and gave a little experimental roll of her hips, sliding that soaked patch of her shorts along the length of his shaft. A soft, involuntary moan slipped out of her.
We kept playing.. I grabbed another beer.. my sixth or seventh by now and chugged half of it in one go, trying to steady my shaking hands and drown the chaotic mix of jealousy, humiliation, and raw, throbbing arousal flooding my system. The game had lost all pretense of innocence. The dares kept coming, each one bolder than the last, and my wife stayed right there on his lap the whole time, grinding slowly, deliberately, like she couldn’t help herself.
First dare that really escalated things: he told her to take off the tank top. She giggled, face burning, and peeled it up over her head, tossing it aside. Her full, heavy tits spilled into a simple black bra that barely contained them. The deep cleavage jiggled as she settled back down, pressing those soft mounds against his chest while she resumed the slow, filthy grind. His cockhead was now rubbing directly against her clit through the shorts with every roll of her hips. She was breathing harder, little whimpers escaping every time the thick ridge dragged over her sensitive spot.
I sat there drinking, trying to be a “good sport” even as my loyal, bubbly wife dry-humped my colleague’s huge dick right in front of me like a bitch in heat.
Next round, another beer for me. Then came the dare that stripped away the last of her clothes: “Take off the shorts too. And the thong underneath.”
She stood up on shaky legs, hooked her thumbs into the waistband, and slowly.. teasingly.. pushed both the shorts and her tiny thong down her thick thighs together. She stepped out of them, completely bare from the waist down now, and climbed right back onto his lap. His bare, massive cock slid perfectly between her soaked pussy lips. She let out a long, shaky moan as she started grinding in earnest, coating every inch of that thick shaft with her juices. The fat head bumped and rubbed against her clit with every movement, her slick folds hugging him like they were made for it.
“Fuck… it’s so big..” she whispered, almost to herself, but loud enough for both of us to hear. She looked down between her legs, watching the head of his cock peek out from between her pussy lips on every forward grind. “I can feel it throbbing against me…”
He gripped her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks, guiding her movements. “Your pussy’s dripping all over my cock already. Bet you’ve never been this wet for him.”
She didn’t answer with words.. just moaned harder, her curly hair bouncing, tits jiggling in the bra.
The game continued for a little while longer, the sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Then it was his turn to give a dare again. He looked straight at my wife, smirking.
“Dare. Give your husband a nice, sloppy blowjob. Right now. On your knees.”
My heart jumped into my throat. A twisted part of me.. the part that was rock-hard and leaking in my pants..loved the idea of watching her suck cock while this was all happening. But the reality? His monster was out, glistening with her juices. Mine… well, it was average on a good day, and right now it felt microscopic. The thought of pulling it out in front of him made my stomach twist with shame.
“Wait.. no, guys, that’s… that’s too much,” I stammered, trying to laugh it off even as my voice cracked. “We’ve gone far enough..”
My wife, drunk and horny out of her mind, slid off his lap and crawled over to me on the floor. Her eyes were glassy with lust. “Come on, baby… it’s just a dare..” she purred, reaching for my belt. “Don’t ruin the fun now.”
I resisted, gently pushing her hands away. “Babe, please… not like this. It’s fucking awkward with him sitting there with his dick out like that.”
She got annoyed fast, tugging harder at my pants, her voice turning whiny and impatient. “Don’t be such a pussy! Just let me do it!”
I was about to push back harder when he spoke up from the couch, calm and commanding… “Hey… if he’s too shy to let you suck his little dick, you can come suck this instead.” He gestured lazily at his huge, veiny cock standing proud between his legs.
My wife’s annoyance vanished instantly. Her eyes locked onto it, and pure, shameless hunger took over her face. “Mmm… yeah..” she breathed. “That sounds much better.”
She turned away from me without a second glance and crawled between his spread legs instead.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My wife.. my loyal, beautiful wife.. on her knees in our living room, wrapping one small hand around the thick base of his cock (her fingers didn’t even meet around the girth), and leaning in to drag her tongue slowly up the underside. “Fuck, it’s so big…” she moaned, almost reverently.
Then she opened wide and took the fat head into her mouth. The wet, obscene sounds started immediately.. loud slurping, then a deep, guttural “gluck” as she tried to take more and gagged. He groaned, his hand fisting tightly in her thick curly hair, holding her there. “That’s it… suck that big cock like the slut you are. Show your husband how you really want it.”
She bobbed her head, spit dripping down his shaft onto his balls. He started guiding her, thrusting up into her throat. “Gluck… gluck… gluck…” Her eyes watered, mascara running, but she kept going, moaning around him like she was in heaven. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit, the other cupped his heavy balls.
I sat there in shock, my own tiny dick throbbing painfully in my pants. “Guys… that’s enough, right?” I coughed out weakly. “This has gone way too far…”
They ignored me completely. He gripped her hair tighter and started fucking her face with short, controlled thrusts. “Take it deeper, you married slut. Bet you’ve never had one this size before.”
She pulled back for a second, spit strings connecting her swollen lips to his cock, gasping. “Never… it’s so much bigger than his… I fucking love it.” Then she dove back down, sucking noisily, gagging, eyes rolling back.
He didn’t last long after that… With a deep, guttural grunt he held her head down and unloaded straight down her throat. I could see her throat working as she swallowed rope after rope of thick cum. Some overflowed, leaking from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her bra and chin. She kept sucking gently through it, milking every drop, then pulled off with a wet pop. She licked the cum from her lips and chin like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted, then climbed right back onto his lap, straddling him again. His cock.. still half-hard and shiny with her spit and his cum.. rested against her soaked pussy.
He looked over at me and laughed. “Haha, seems like you enjoyed the view, huh? Little boner poking out there. Almost felt like you were watching porn live, didn’t it?”.. I flushed crimson.. crossing my legs to hide the obvious tent in my pants. I didn’t admit how hard this was making me.. how my tiny dick was leaking pre-cum steadily, how I was equal parts destroyed and more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. But I didn’t tell them to stop either.
The game went on for a little while longer. Another dare had her lose the bra.. her full, dusky tits spilling free, nipples rock-hard. She pressed them against his chest, his cock now sliding directly between her bare, wet pussy lips. One final dare stripped away the last piece: the thong was already gone, but she was fully naked now on his lap, riding the length of his cock with slow, filthy rolls of her hips. The head kept catching at her entrance, teasing, not quite pushing in yet.
Eventually they decided this would be the last round. It was her turn to give him a dare.
She looked him dead in the eyes, no hesitation, voice husky and dripping with lust. “I dare you to stay the night… and share the bed with me.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Share the bed? Our marital bed?
He glanced at me. “What about him?”
She turned to me, her expression pure, drunk, shameless sluttiness. “He’d be okay taking the guest room for the night… right, baby?”
I had no choice. Not really. Not after everything. My tiny erection was still betraying me. I just nodded slowly. “Yeah… sure.”
It was past 2 AM when they finally stood up. She was completely naked, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist as they walked to the master bedroom.. our bedroom. The door clicked shut and locked.
I went to the guest room, but sleep was impossible. The sounds started almost immediately.. loud, unrestrained, and filthy.
“Oh fuck! Yes! Your cock is so much bigger!” my wife screamed. “Stretch my pussy! He’s never fucked me like this!”… The wet, rhythmic slapping of skin on skin. The bed slamming against the wall.
“That’s right, take every inch, you cheating slut…” he growled. “This pussy is mine tonight.”
“Yes! It’s yours! Fuck yes…! Pound me like the whore…!Oh god..I’m cumming already!”
I lay there in the dark, unable to stop myself. I yanked my pants down, my pathetic little dick springing out..hard, leaking, small. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked desperately to the sounds of my wife being fucked senseless in our bed. Her screams of ecstasy. His dominant groans. The wet squelch of his huge cock pounding into her. I came fast.. weak, humiliating spurts onto my own stomach.. but I didn’t stop. I kept jerking through the overstimulation, listening to round after round, her begging, him calling her his slut, his whore, filling her up while she came over and over.
I must have passed out eventually from exhaustion, booze, and too many orgasms.
I woke up around 9 AM the next morning, sunlight streaming in. For a few seconds I thought it had all been a crazy dream. The house was quiet. I got up, still in last night’s clothes, and headed toward the kitchen for water, my head pounding.
He was sitting at the kitchen table, casually sipping a cup of coffee like this was any other morning. He was dressed, looking relaxed. “Morning, man. My wife’s coming home in about an hour, so I should head out soon.”.. he said looking my way..
As I stepped closer, the sight stopped me cold.
My wife was on her knees on the kitchen floor in front of him, completely naked. Her body was covered in fresh, wild bite marks and dark hickeys.. on her neck, the tops and undersides of her tits, her inner thighs, even the curve of her ass. Her curly hair was a tangled mess, lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust. She had one hand stroking his cock while her mouth was wrapped around it, sucking enthusiastically, taking him deep with loud, wet sounds.
She was fingering herself with her other hand, moaning softly around his dick, completely lost in it. She didn’t even glance at me. Didn’t acknowledge I existed.
He took another sip of coffee, then reached down and grabbed a fistful of her curly hair roughly, guiding her head up and down on his cock. He looked at me and winked… “Am glad I came over last night. Your wife really knows how to send a guy off right.”.. She gagged a little but pushed deeper, loving the rough treatment, moaning louder around him.
I stood there frozen, the full weight of what had happened crashing down on me. My loyal wife had been turned into this shameless, cock-hungry slut.. and from the way she was acting now, stone-cold sober in the morning light, it wasn’t just the alcohol or the game. This was real. This was who she wanted to be.
And as I felt my own tiny dick twitch again in my pants despite the shock, the jealousy, the humiliation… I knew my life had changed forever.
—End of Part 2—
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