Taylor panicked. He had waited for the ability to see his wife with another man and it was finally happening on screen. He could not believe that she said he could only watch for as long as he could withhold from cumming, and worse, that she said they would not take breaks to “cool him off”.
He begged and she refused. She told him if he complained again, she would return this video to the storage unit and he would never get to see any of the twenty-two other videos in that unit (she counted when she was there).
Taylor’s mind went crazy and he could only ask, “Twenty-two!!”
Stacey nodded and turned to look at the TV screen. On-screen was the image of Stacey’s tongue slowly making its way from Bryce’s balls and up towards the head. Taylor’s eyes followed and he saw his future.
Stacey started at Taylor’s balls, he has a good 8” cock, but Bryce was clearly over 10” and Taylor knew Stacey’s tongue didn’t have as long of a trip this time.
She instructed Taylor to stare at the screen and not look away. He needed to let her know when the actions changed so that she could follow suit. She reached his head and started to lick the super-sensitive underside. All of a sudden, her voice came from the TV speakers.
“Oh fuck this, I need this thing in my dripping pussy. I can’t wait to feel this stretch me to my limits.”
Stacey didn’t need Taylor to tell her about the position change, she had heard and stood herself up. She rubbed her clit and made her way towards his lap; Taylor was not ready.
He wanted to tell her to stop. Not because he didn’t enjoy it, but because he knew as soon as his cock entered her pussy, he was going to cum. He took a deep breath and tried every trick in the book, but Stacey dropped her wet pussy on his cock, brought her mouth to Taylor’s ear, and whispered, “Oh fuck, Bryce, I missed your cock. It feels so good in my tight little pussy.”
The feel, the experience, and her calling him Bryce were too much. He filled her pussy with his cum and that was paired with one of the greatest orgasms Taylor had ever felt.
Stacey giggled. She then rotated his chair, sat on the couch, and grabbed the rolled-up towel she had planted on the floor. She opened it and pulled out a huge black dildo. Taylor’s chair was now facing right between her legs and he watched as she situated the towel under herself to protect the upholstery.
“You are now going to watch me fuck myself with this beautiful dick. I am going to pretend it is Bryce and I am going to squirt everywhere from this. Get comfortable.”
For a minute, Stacey didn’t do anything and Taylor was confused. Stacey had her legs wide open, eyes on the screen, but she wasn’t playing. Just as Taylor was about to ask, it all came together. He saw his cum start to drip from her pussy.
Once happy with the amount, Stacey took the dildo and used the head of it to spread Taylor’s cum all around her pussy. She teased her cum lubed clit and then used that lube to stuff this absurdly large dildo in her ready pussy.
Stacey closed her eyes at this moment, threw her head back, and moaned loudly, “Bryce! I swear you get bigger every time.”
Taylor was stuck with his limp cock, post-nut clarity, and the fact that he was still handcuffed. Truth is; he didn’t mind. He knew he would be jerking off before bed tonight because of this experience.
He hadn’t looked at the screen in a few minutes and when he did, he was welcomed by an unreal visual. Bryce had taken control of the camera and had Stacey at the edge of the bed on her back. His dick was in the picture and it was covering her pussy.
Bryce picked this thick monster up and started slapping her pussy with it. She was going nuts and when he looked to see if she was watching, he witnessed her imitating the same move with her huge toy.
Bryce then pulled back and rammed his fully erect cock right into her pussy. She gasped and then let out a moan of pleasure. Stacey did the same on the couch and it took two minutes for her to cum. She came sporadically over the next ten minutes, absolutely soaking through the towel, and then placed the toy on the floor. She took a second and then reached for the remote control.
She stopped the video, got up, and removed the disc. She turned and noticed that Taylor was hard again.
“Oh, hun, that’s going to go without attention. Poor baby, you should consider yourself lucky that you saw as much as you did, I was supposed to stop it after you came but I couldn’t help myself.”
Stacey went to their bedroom and hid the disc where she knew Taylor could never find it. She came back down and got right between his legs, kneeling on the floor. She got as tight as she could to him, nose up against the head of his hard cock. This is how she planned on uncuffing him, just to torture him.
When she finally released him, she licked the tip of his cock and handed him his phone. She told him to check his photos, he might like what he sees. He opened the photos app and found three new pictures, one of Bryce’s cock stretching out her mouth and another of Bryce’s cock stretching the shit out of her pussy. The third picture had Bryce so damn horny but a bit confused as well.
The third picture was a screenshot of a contact on her phone. It said Bryce. The picture had the phone number below his name. What was even hotter was that she had assigned a contact picture to him. That picture was of his hand holding his cock up to her face while she smiled looking at it.
“Just showing you that I still have his number and now you do too, which would make it very easy for one of us to reach out and maybe set up an in-person experience for all of us.”
Taylor wasn’t sure. He knew he had thought about her with someone else in the present time, but did he want to see her with someone from her past? His post-nut clarity said fuck no, but his dick said fuck yes and I think he knew which one would ultimately prevail.
