This is a fictional story inspired by real events. It has elements of hotpast, cheating, raceplay, and humiliation, so if any of those things bother you, please look away!
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Since we met 4 years ago, my wife(28) and I(30) have had a fulfilling but simple sex life. We’ve fucked in a few semi-public places and she calls me “daddy”, but otherwise, we’ve kept it pretty tame. Months into our marriage, we discovered a new kink. We were looking at old photos when we came across a close-up of her being hugged from behind by an ex. His hands were wrapped around her boobs, fondling her over her shirt. She gasped, “Oh, I’m sorry. That was long ago!” A surge of jealousy rose up in me, and at the same time, my dick got hard. I looked into her pleading eyes and asked her, “tell me more about your sex with him. What was it like?”
My wife was happy to oblige my hot-past fetish. While fucking her, I’d ask her about sex with other guys before we met. She’d tell me about their foreplay, how they fucked her, and where they came. Surprisingly, we found that the stories that turned us both on the most often involved her only ever FWB, a tall white guy with the biggest cock she ever had. When I asked her to show me how much larger he was, her fingers hovered almost 2 inches above my 6” Asian dick. She said with a sly smile that “it hurt… in a really good way” when he fucked her. For context, my wife is 5’2, Asian, 110lbs with perky B cups, a runner’s figure and a gorgeous ass. It’s embarrassing, but when I imagined my tiny Asian wife being rammed by his big white cock, I’d cum in seconds.
As I got turned on by her past, we started getting into the idea of her being fucked by another guy in front of me, but when we talked about doing the real thing, we had reservations. What if she got nervous? What if I couldn’t stand seeing another man fuck my wife? We dropped the topic, but as my birthday was coming around, I had an idea. We were making out when she asked “what would you like for your birthday this year?” I blurted out: “I want you make another man cum” To my surprise, she said “I’ll do it… to make you happy, but what if you’re not ready to see that?” I thought about it. “I’d be fine as long as we agree on rules. First, no penetration. He can’t fuck you” She started stroking my cock, nodding. “Second, you can be alone with him, but he must film you and he’s not allowed to keep the video. That’s my present.” She nodded. “Third, you can only give him a handjob. If you want… you can suck him for a minute tops, just to tease him, but he can’t finish in your mouth.” She smiled and continued stroking, “yes daddy. Anything else?” “Yeah” I said, “I want you to make him cum a lot.”
In the weeks leading up, we both agreed to keep it a surprise. Since it was just a handjob, I left it to her to find a trustworthy stranger. The tension was real. Everyone time she’d go “for dinner with her friends” or to a “work event”, I’d feel my heart thumping, knowing my wife could be stroking another man’s cock. To make it worst, she seemed to be going out a more than usual, but I stuck to our agreement and never questioned it. Each time she came home late, we’d fuck like animals. Once, I noticed she was wearing a blue blouse that looked stained, but she had come home early so I knew my mind was playing tricks on me. The last few days, I had to stay at the office to work overtime. It was a welcome distraction.
We had dinner at a nice steakhouse for my birthday, and by dessert, I had to ask. “So, did you end up recording the video?” “Mhmm, yes hubby. I made the perfect video for you right here.” She showed me her phone and unlocked a hidden folder, revealing a collage of small thumbnails that filled the entire screen. My heart sank. “What’s this?” She looked innocently at me and, with her other hand, rubbed my thigh under the table “Well, I really wanted to get you a perfect present. The first video didn’t turn out well and I was afraid you wouldn’t like it. Since you never said how many times I could do it, I thought we’d try ‘til I got the perfect take.” Lost for words, I glanced back at the phone.
Three of the thumbnails were videos. The first was a POV shot of my wife’s hand wrapped around a cock. Her face wasn’t in-frame, but I could see her engagement ring. The second was taken from the side, my wife standing next to a man with his cock in her hand. The third was another POV shot of my wife giving a handjob, this time topless with her face visible. There were snapshots too: many were selfies but I thought I saw one of his face near her pussy. I couldn’t make out who the guy was and my head was spinning as her hand drifted up my thigh. “Well…I guess you didn’t break any rules”, I blurted. Every fiber of me wanted to bend her over the table and fuck her right then.
By the time we got home, my balls felt heavy as lead. We settled on the couch to cast the videos to the TV. “Are you ready for this, honey?” she asked. “Yeah, I wanna see what a slut my wife really is.” I said. “Where did you find this guy?” She smirked “he’s just someone I met.” Before I could ask more, the first video came on the screen. My wife was smiling on a couch in a hotel room wearing a mid-length skirt and a blue blouse- the same one I saw her wearing, but without the stain. The cameraman, sat next to her, spoke with a deep, steady voice. “We’re rolling. Are you ready?” She nodded shyly and shuffled over. I watched in awe as she slowly unbuttoned his pants and took off is boxers to reveal a huge, veiny white cock. “Oh my god”, she exclaimed. Glancing at the camera, she nervously grabbed his penis, which semi-erect, was already bigger and much thicker than mine.
My wife could see I was getting worked up and started rubbing me through my pants. In the video, she got on her knees and stroked his cock, looking down in wonder as it grew in her tiny hand. Building speed, she started to struggle. The man’s breathing got heavier, and the camera panned down, cutting her face out. “Why don’t you use both hands?” he asked, too distracted to film. She stroked his cock with both hands, slipping a small moan to encourage him. As she built up speed, the camera got shakier and he got more vocal, “keep stroking it for me baby”, then “you’re such a good girl.” In response, she’d moan and tug his cock even faster. After a few minutes, he warned “I’m gonna nut”. My wife swiftly massaged his balls with her right hand while stroking his shaft with her left. As he buckled, ropes of cum shot up and onto her hand, covering her engagement ring and dripping onto her blouse. She giggled and the video ended.
“Did you like it?” she asked, taking my rock hard cock out. “That… was amazing” I understated, flustered. “But I couldn’t see your face… he had one job!” She started stroking me. “I know, I was upset too. Since his cock was already out, I figured we’d just quickly do it again with a better angle for you. There’s not really a difference between me stroking him before and after he’s came, right?” It was hard to disagree with that. “Yeah, I guess.”
She put the second video on and stroked my dick. This time, they were standing next to each other in the same hotel room, him naked and her still clothed. I could see now he was much taller than me. His face was out of frame, but his chiseled, smooth body suggested he was if not our age then younger. My wife, her face just in frame, was fondling his soft cock while looking up at him. She turned to me, “he really wanted me to stay the night, but I told him no. I begged him to redo the video because he didn’t film the last one right… He needed persuading.” On TV, my wife started kissing his chest, but he grabbed her head to make him look up at her and said “You’ll need to do more to get me hard.” He made out with her while she jacked off his growing cock. In past weeks, I thought her giving someone a handjob would be an easy foray into our kink. Now, watching her french-kiss a man minutes after he had unloaded his cum on her bare hands, I was getting more bothered. They made out for a while, but he wasn’t fully hard yet so he reached up her shirt and felt her boobs, causing her to grab him in surprise. His voice became stern. “Do you want my cock hard?” She nodded. “Be a good girl and do as I say.” She looked up at him with his hand around her neck and softly said two words I have never heard her say. “Yes, master.”
It escaped so quietly, I wouldn’t have thought she said it had I not read her lips. He was taking her shirt off and unhooking her bra, when she said to me innocently, “Honey, I wasn’t planning to kiss him or let him feel me. I only did it to get him hard for the video. Is that okay?” I could feel my face heating up, but I realized we never said no to kissing, or taking her clothes off. Plus, this was all MY idea. “Yeah” I swallowed. She started sucking my dick. “Good.” Her perky breasts bounced into view as he leaned over and sucked her nipples. She moaned in pleasure. His cock was hard again, looking even more significant against her petite Asian frame. “Is my cock larger than your husband’s?” he asked. She chuckled “mhmm.” Without hesitation, she got on her knees and stroked him in a twisting motion with two hands. The tip of his cock was now inches from her face. “Don’t you want me to fuck your little Asian pussy?” She nodded. “Yes, but I can’t. Don’t be upset… Here-” she kissed the tip of his cock “is that better?” He groaned in satisfaction. “Yeah, spit on it and kiss it.” She stroked him faster, kissing and even licking the tip while looking right up at him. As he groaned louder, she took him in her mouth, sucking the head in sync with her strokes. After a few seconds of her tugging full-speed, he reached to grab the camera and turned it on her, pushing her half-naked body on the bed while jerking himself. My wife caressed his balls, almost lovingly, as he grunted and emptied his second load onto her belly and tits. End of video.
Taking my cock out her mouth, she said “Babe, don’t be mad, but I was really worked up after that with his cum all over me. So I fingered myself and he helped me a little. It’s not against the rules since he didn’t cum in my mouth or fuck me, right?” Overstimulated from everything I had seen and not wanting to look like a prude, I nodded. “You’re so thoughtful, babe” she said. Our clothes came off and she was on top of me guiding my cock into her pussy when I remembered the last thumbnail. “Honey, was there a third video?” She started riding me. “Oh, that.” She blushed. “You know how you’ve been working overtime? Well, he didn’t cum much in that second video, right? So I asked him to make one more with me and really save up his cum. He told me he didn’t jack off for a week!” Too enamoured as she rode my cock, I cast the final video from her phone and gazed in disbelief.
My wife was sitting next to the cameraman on the same large couch we were on, wearing just her panties. “You brought him to our home?” I asked. “Yeah babe” she said slowing down and kissing my face. “He was checked out of his hotel with nowhere to go, so he stopped by while you were working and we made your gift for you. That’s OK, right daddy?” It wasn’t okay, but I failed to speak up as she picked up speed bouncing on my cock again. In the POV shot, my wife took his pants off and jerked her tiny hands up and down his cock. “Get on your knees” he commanded. She started shifting to the floor. “No, on the couch” he said. She got on all fours facing his cock, and as the screen panned to the right, he reached out and pulled aside my wife’s panties to reveal her pink, wet pussy. He was fingering my wife. I spanked her and she gasped, “keep watching daddy.”
The camera panned back, revealing her face below his cock, her eyes closed in pleasure and her mouth near his balls as she pumped his shaft distractedly. It sounded like she was licking or kissing his balls. Before I could see properly, it panned back to her pussy. Her panties were off, and the way he was fingering her, he was dangerously close to slipping his fingers in. I really wanted to say something now, but loud, sloppy gagging sounds came from the TV, and it panned back to reveal my wife choking on his big white cock. Unlike the last time when she only had the tip, she was now sucking deep. He was so big, she could only reach just below half way down his shaft before he bottomed out her throat and she had to pull back gasping for air. As she deep-throated his cock, her muffled moans from being fingered got louder and I could tell she was getting closer. “Cum for me, my little Asian slut” he commanded. She thrusted her head as far down his cock as she could, choking and convulsing in pleasure. I took from her reaction his fingers were inside on her G-spot when she came. I was enraged. We had agreed he wouldn’t go inside her and she wouldn’t suck his cock for more than a minute, but she was his slut now.
My wife was led off the couch and into our bedroom where she laid down, dizzy and catching her breath. Still holding the camera, the man climbed onto our bed and straddled my wife’s torso, his cock resting between her boobs. “Make me happy, bitch.” She spit on his cock and squeezed her tits for him to thrust. I could feel my balls start to tense up. She looked back and realized what was happening on the TV. “Sorry hon, I… might’ve gotten carried away. I know you said only to suck him a little bit, but you also wanted me to make him cum lots… and he said handjobs aren’t enough for him.” I sucked her nipples. “This was all for you” she gasped. After titfucking my wife, he shifted up and tilted her head by placing a pillow underneath. “Open your mouth” he commanded. “Yes, master.” He put the camera on the bedside table and started pumping his cock in her mouth, leaning on our headboard for leverage. As she made the most intense gagging sounds I ever heard, the camera shook a little to reveal his face for the first time. “Hold on.” I said. I knew him. The bull face-fucking my wife was Steven, the 23 year-old former D1 track athlete interning on my team and visiting our headquarters. He was a cocky frat boy and would probably tell all his friends if he hadn’t already. I couldn’t fucking believe it. “Steven?!” I yelled. My wife got on her knees and looked up at me. “I know you wanted a stranger, but I talked to people on swinger sites and was scared to meet them alone.” She sucked my cock. “Steven was really nice to me at your company event a few weeks ago. We stayed in touch.” I wanted to be mad but knowing she hand-picked a young white bull to dominate her was sending me over the edge.
The intern fucked the shit out of my wife’s face. She was making ungodly noises while tears ran down her face, smearing her makeup. He then grabbed the camera to point it at her, still straddling her chest. “Wow, I can’t believe my boss’s wife is such a slut. Keep stroking, you sexy chink.” She pumped his shaft desperately with both hands and looked past the camera right at him. “Cum for me please.” Without warning, Steven shot thick, milky loads of cum on my wife’s face. The first ropes landed in her hair, eyes, and on her forehead making her gasp in shock. Partly blinded and pinned down, my wife was left with no choice but to receive all his cum, which he kept unloading in thick spurts aimed at her mouth. Her lips, parted slightly, trembled when the first spurt hit them, but instead of closing her mouth, she opened it just a bit wider to let in the rest of his cum, which shot out in smaller splashes until it slowed to a drip and his cock laid twitching on my wife’s soaked lips. As she gulped down his load, I came in my wife’s mouth. She smiled up at me. “Happy birthday, babe.”
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