In the days following the evening of her liaison with Jack at the office, Janice found it hard to concentrate. She had done things that she’d never done before and experienced feelings of ecstasy beyond anything she’d felt before.
She was looking forward to the dinner on Friday night, but also somewhat apprehensive. Somehow, she knew that she would sleep with him, but she didn’t know how it would happen within her marriage. She would not sacrifice that.
She left the office earlier than usual on Friday night so that she could prepare everything properly, making sure the house was tidy, drinks and snacks were ready, and the food preparation was complete.
Once that was done, she had a hot bath, then got dressed. She put on a flesh-coloured, lacy silk bra with a matching thong, a cream-coloured satin blouse with the top three buttons undone to show her cleavage, and a black, knee-length skirt that showed off her bare legs.
She checked herself in the mirror and, after being satisfied that everything was alright, went downstairs to see to the last-minute things in the kitchen. Tom had not returned from work yet, so when the front doorbell rang, she answered it.
She opened it to find Jack standing there with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. He was smart-casual, dressed in a jacket and a polo shirt with tight-fitting, low-cut trousers. She could see the bulge in his groin.
“Hello Jack,” she said, “come on in. My husband’s not home yet, but he should be soon.”
“Hello Janice, these are for you,” Jack replied, stepping inside and giving her the flowers.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” she said, “but they’re lovely.”
“Just like you. You look fantastic, stunningly beautiful, and very, very sexy.”
Janice blushed and ignored his remark.
“Come through to the living room,” she said, leading the way.
He followed her, putting the wine down on the low table, which was between a couch and three easy chairs.
“Would you like a drink?” Janice asked.
“A whisky on the rocks, please.”
Janice stepped over to the sideboard to get his drink, returning with it and a glass of red wine for herself.
“Cheers,” he said, clinking his glass in hers, “here’s to a fun evening.”
They both sipped their drinks as they looked into each other’s eyes, then Jack took her glass out of her hand and put it down on the table, together with his. Without saying a word, he pulled her towards him and kissed her, his lips sucking at hers, his tongue searching for hers.
Janice felt her heart racing as she kissed him back. ‘This is wrong,’ she thought, ‘Tom might come back at any minute,’ but she didn’t stop, not even when she felt his hands on her butt. Instead, she allowed him to invade her mouth with his tongue, hers meeting and dancing around it.
Just then, there was a noise at the front door. They broke their kiss and parted as Tom entered the living room.
“Hello darling,” he said, kissing Janice. Then, turning to Jack, he extended his hand saying, “Hello, my name’s Tom. I’m Janice’s husband.”
Jack shook his hand, noticing that his grip was not very strong.
“Hello Tom, I’m Jack. I work with Janice. Pleased to meet you. She’s told me lots about you.”
“All good, I hope.”
“Not a bad word. You’re very lucky to have her.”
“I know,” he replied, “but I’m sure you’ll find someone too. You’re still young.”
“Perhaps,” Jack replied.
Tom went over to the sideboard and poured himself a gin and tonic, then returned. They all sat down, the two men in easy chairs, Janice on the couch, and started to chat.
Tom kept their glasses filled, and it wasn’t long before they were all much more relaxed. Jack noticed that Tom drank a lot.
After a while, Janice told them to go to the dinner table as the food would be ready. The two men went over, Tom carrying the wine that Jack had brought, and sat down on opposite sides of the table. Janice brought the food to the table and sat opposite Jack, next to her husband. Tom opened the wine and poured it out, and they began to eat.
The conversation during the meal was animated, fuelled by the wine. Tom found Jack to be quite engaging and easy to talk to. He was also a little jealous of the man’s good looks, wishing he’d been similarly blessed.
At the end of the meal, they got up to return to the living room.
“That was delicious, Janice,” Jack said as he stood up, “but I really ate too much. I feel absolutely stuffed.”
“I’m glad you liked it,’ she replied, “would you like some coffee?”
“That would be lovely,” Jack replied.
Janice returned to the kitchen while the men went into the living room, where Jack stood next to the couch.
“I really need to loosen my belt,” he said, “I hope you don’t mind. I shouldn’t have worn these trousers. They’re far too tight.”
“Go ahead,” Tom said, laughing, unaware of what Jack was planning.
Jack undid his belt and the waistband of his trousers and sat down on the couch. As he did so, the zip on his trousers opened halfway, revealing the top of his jockeys with the outline of his cock clearly visible.
Jack noticed Tom staring at his crotch, but keeping silent.
“Ah, that’s better,” he said.
“Would you like a brandy?” Tom asked.
“That would be great.”
Tom got up and poured them both a glass, handing one to Jack and sitting down with the other. They both drank,
Janice came into the room with the coffee on a tray. She put the tray on the table.
“What are you guys talking about? Why are Jack’s trousers undone?”
“He’s eaten too much,” Tom replied, laughing.
“Oh,” she said, then sat down on the couch.
“It was so damn good, I couldn’t resist it,” Jack said then, looking at Tom, “your wife’s a damn good cook.”
“Oh, yes, I know,” he replied.
“She’s also very beautiful and very sexy. I bet she’s damn good in bed.”
“Jack!” Janice exclaimed, blushing, but Tom had drunk enough to answer.
“She is,” he replied, “she’s the best.”
“I’m sure she is,” Jack said, and put his arm on the back of the couch, his hand behind her shoulders, stroking the back of her neck.
Janice felt a shiver run down her spine as she felt his fingers tickling her.
Tom couldn’t see what was happening behind his wife, so he was unaware of Jack’s moves. saw what Jack did. He took another gulp of his brandy.
Jack continued stroking Janice, his fingers lightly brushing the nape of her neck. She felt another shiver run down her spine and inadvertently opened her legs slightly. She looked at Tom and saw that he was nodding off.
Jack also noticed him nodding off. He watched him for a while, then turned to Janice.
“Take off your blouse,” he said.
“But…”
“He’s sleeping. Just take it off.”
Janice loosened the buttons and took off her blouse.
Jack reached around her and unhooked her bra, then removed it.
“Your tits are amazing,” he said, putting his large hands underneath her breasts and palpitating them as his thumbs brushed her nipples. He leaned forward and licked them.
Janice leaned back and sighed as he sucked her nipples. Tom never paid attention to them. She felt her pussy moisten.
Jack dropped a hand to her thighs, his fingers brushing the tender flesh of her inner thigh as they crept up her skirt. She sighed again and opened her legs wider. Her hand reached out for his lap, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock.
“Wha, wha, what’s going on?” Tom suddenly exclaimed.
Jack turned to look at him.
“Janice and I are having some fun,” he replied.
Tom blinked, trying to get his befuddled brain to work. He couldn’t see properly, but he thought that his wife didn’t have her blouse on.
“But, but….,” he stuttered.
“It’s alright. We’re just fooling around,” Jack said.
“Oh, OK,” Tom replied, and closed his eyes again.
“He’s out of it,” Jack said,
“Forget him,” Janice replied, “I want you, and I want you now.”
Jack looked at her and made up his mind, perhaps influenced by the feelings in his cock as her fingers continued to tickle it.
“Take me upstairs to your bedroom,” he said, standing up and pulling up his trousers.
Janice stood up as well, retrieved her blouse and bra, then took his hand and led him upstairs to the master bedroom. It was large with a huge bed as the centrepiece, and a side table on each side. The room also contained a couple of easy chairs, a low table between them, a dressing table and chair, some standard lights, and a trouser press.
“So this is where you and your husband sleep every night.”
“Yes.”
“And where your children were conceived?”
“Yes.”
“It’s also the room where, for the first time in your life, your vagina will feel a cock other than your husband’s inside you. Another man’s body will cleave with yours, his weight will be on you, his smell will remain on your body, his cock will invade your deepest and most private recesses, his semen will fill your womb.”
Janice found his words incredibly arousing. Her pussy was on fire, and her labia itched.
Jack put his hands around her and loosened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor before stepping back and looking at her.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, “I can’t believe you’ve got two grown-up kids.”
Janice smiled at the compliment.
Jack undid his shirt and threw it on the floor, then loosened his trousers and tugged them and his jockeys down to step out of them, his erect cock bobbing in front of him.
He stepped forward to Janice and turned her around so that he stood behind her and slightly to the side. He put his arms around her, his hands cupping her breasts as he rolled her nipples between the finger and thumb of each hand.
Janice sighed deeply and leaned back against him, her mouth half-open, her tongue licking her lips. Her right hand drifted down to feel for his cock, encircling the shaft as her finger rubbed his glans.
They stayed in this position for several minutes, playing with each other until Jack’s right hand left her breast and slowly felt its way down to the top of her thong.
“You’re amazing,” he breathed as he rubbed her flat abdomen, “so, so sexy.”
He pushed his fingers under the thin material of her thong, through her abundant bush, and into her slit, separating her labia. She was wet and slippery.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, her fingers spreading his precum over his glans.
He pushed two fingers into her entrance, pulling upwards as the heel of his palm pressed into her clitoris.
“Aaah, that’s nice,” she whispered as his fingers rubbed in and out.
After a while, Jack stopped and took his hand out of her thong.
“Get onto the bed,” he said softly.
Janice let go of his cock and clambered onto the bed, sitting up on it, her back against the padded headboard. Jack leaned over and pulled down her thong, throwing it on the floor before getting onto the bed and, separating her legs, lying on his stomach between them.
“Such a pretty cunt,” he said, tracing his fingers over her inner labia, “it looks so neat and tidy.”
He gently grasped her clitoral shaft between his thumb and forefinger and stroked it, feeling it harden. Janice gasped, and her hips jerked as a jolt ran through her body.
“Aha! You liked that,” he said, then leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue over the end of her clitoris.
“Aaaah,” she sighed.
He nipped it between his lips, sucking hard, his tongue circling the hood.
“Oh, God. Oh, that’s nice,” she cried out, as her clit engorged and grew. Her hands held his head, pulling him down.
He put his hands under her butt and held her up as he sucked at her clit a little longer before letting go and lapping at her now-flowing juices, his tongue pushing into her entrance and flicking around.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” she wailed, as her arousal peaked, her hips humping against his mouth, waves of pleasure coursing through her.
“Oh, Jack,” she cried, “oh, my God.”
Jack stopped and lifted his head to look at her. Her once-neat pussy looked very different now. Her labia had engorged and parted, revealing the pink flesh between. They were a deeper colour, and the edges were ragged. Her clitoris stood out, tenting the top of her labia. Its nub was exposed and glistening. Her vaginal entrance was open, and he could see her urethra. Everything was very wet.
“No,” she cried, “don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Jack grinned and crawled up between her legs until his face was next to hers, his cock just touching her slit. He kissed her, wetting her lips with her fluids, then ran his mouth down her neck and into the curve where it joined her shoulders. He sucked at her flesh, grating it through his teeth and giving her a lovebite, his mark on her body that her friends would see.
Janice was beside herself. He had stopped just as her orgasm was about to peak, leaving her in a state of extreme arousal. She raised her knees and put her hand down between them, feeling for his cock and positioning it at her vaginal entrance before trying to pull it inside her.
Jack lifted himself up onto his arms, his hands on the bed at her side, and pushed hard, the tip of his glans entering her and forcing her entrance muscle to open. Slowly, he felt it yield as more of his cockhead forced its way into her, his foreskin rolling back to bunch underneath his glans, when suddenly her muscle gave way, and his head popped through, sliding into her and pushing apart her vaginal walls.
He gazed into her eyes as he took away her marital fidelity. He loved the feeling of a new vagina caressing his cock. They all felt different, but all felt so good, especially if the woman was married. Entering and claiming the domain of another man’s cock made him feel exceptionally powerful, knowing that her cunt was now his and no longer the exclusive preserve of her husband.
Janice pushed her hips against him as she felt his cock push its way into her. ‘God,’ she thought, ‘he feels so damn big. I’ve never felt anything like this before.’ She put her hands on his buttocks, feeling his gluteal muscles clench as he drove into her, then had a sudden twinge of guilt. That was quickly assuaged by the feelings of pleasure inside her as his cock tunnelled ever deeper into her core.
Jack saw the pleasure on her face.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“You know the answer,” she replied.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
She lifted them up and wrapped them around his waist, her heels resting on his butt. The angle of her hips changed, and his cock slipped deeper inside, banging into her cervix.
“Ooof,” she exclaimed.
Jack stopped moving and waited for a while, then pulled back and started thrusting. He used slow, gentle movements with short strokes, watching her face as he did.
Janice felt fantastic. Full of hard, warm flesh that throbbed with the pulse of life. She could feel his corona rubbing her walls, making them itch. She could feel the thickness of his shaft stretching her labia and pulling at her clitoris. She started thrusting back at him.
Jack felt her movements and saw the lust in her eyes. He increased the speed and strength of his thrusts, his cockhead bumping into her cervix, coating it with precum.
Her vagina was now expanding to accommodate his girth. It was also much more slippery as their combined fluids poured into it. Jack was moving faster and with longer strokes.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Janice grunted with each stroke. Her hands had moved to clutch his biceps, her fingers digging into his flesh, her mouth was half open, and she was panting.
Jack changed his rhythm and became much more dominant, pounding in and out of her. She bounced around underneath him, her body overcome by his weight and assault.
“Ah. Ah. Ah,’ she cried, “oh, my God. Oh. Oh. Oh.”
Her clitoris was on fire and itched like hell. Her nipples felt as though they would pop out of her breasts, and the skin all over her body felt super-sensitive. She felt her muscles tense and a slow burn start somewhere deep inside her core, then slowly spread out from her vagina and through her whole body.
There was a roar in her ears as the world receded and her mind went blank. The only thing in her world was a feeling of intense pleasure.
“Aaaaargh,” she screamed as she lifted her butt off the bed and pressed up against him, her pelvic muscles clenching tightly around his shaft before spasming rhythmically, trying to milk his cock.
Jack continued thrusting, filling his mind with mundane thoughts to avoid climaxing. He wanted her orgasm to last as long as possible. Eventually, he felt her spasms stop and her body relax. He stopped thrusting and kept still as her butt sank back on the bed and her breathing calmed down.
“My God,” she breathed, “that was unbelievable.”
Jack saw a change in her eyes. They were soft and loving.
“I’m glad you liked it,” he said. “Now you know what you’ve been missing.”
“I’ve never had an orgasm last so long. It seemed to go on forever. But what about you? Did you like it?”
“It must have been two or three minutes, and yes, I’m loving it, but I haven’t cum yet.”
“You haven’t?”
She had a puzzled look.
“No, but I will. Several times. The night is young.”
“You’re amazing.”
Jack lowered himself to rest on her body, her breasts squashed against his chest. He kissed her tenderly.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Oh yes!”
He pulled out of her and rolled off to the side.
“Get on your knees.”
Janice rolled over and up onto her knees. Her hands on the bed, her arms rigid.
“It’s like the ‘cat pose’ yoga position,” she said.
“Yes, but much more fun,” Jack said, getting onto his knees behind her. “Spread your legs a bit further apart.”
She did as he said, which lowered her butt. He looked at her gaping pussy, now open and ready, so different from half an hour ago, then slotted his cockhead at its entrance, grabbed her hips, and thrust hard.
“Ooof,” she cried, as his cock plunged into her and hit her cervix before sliding past it and bumping into her back wall.
“You’re too big, it’s hurting.”
“Just wait, it’ll get better,” he replied, keeping still.
He was right. After a few minutes, her vagina adjusted, but she still felt completely stuffed.
Jack leaned over her and put his hands on her tits, his fingers rolling and pinching her nipples, then started moving with small thrusts.
Janice still felt stuffed, but somehow different. Her breasts felt warm and sensitive, enjoying being touched. Her vagina was loosening, and her clitoris started tingling. Her hips started moving involuntarily.
Jack felt the change in her body and adjusted his rhythm, using longer, harder strokes, his cock pushing at her back wall until his shaft was completely inside her, his pubis banging against her butt.
He took his right hand off her tit and felt for her clitoris, rubbing it as he thrust in and out and making her moan.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh,” she cried.
He grabbed her hips again with both hands and pulled her back and forth, battering her body. His balls swung back and forth wildly, hitting her clit each time he thrust into her.
She dropped her head onto the bed, tilting her body even more, and her hands grasped the bedclothes as her body shuddered. The bed underneath her groin was sodden with their combined juices, and there was an overpowering smell of sex.
Jack felt her vagina rippling around his cock. It was almost alive, seeming to massage his shaft and, at the same time, squeeze his cockhead. He felt her cervix rubbing his frenulum each time his cockhead slid past. It was exquisite.
“I’m going to fill you with my cum,” he rasped, in between breaths, “your womb is going to be full of my sperm.”
“Oh God, yes,” she cried, “yes. I want your cum.”
Jack felt his balls rise as he could no longer control the itch in his cock. He gave a huge thrust and then kept still as a huge stream of semen surged up his urethra and shot out of his slit to spray into the depths of Janice’s vagina.
Janice felt him stop and his cock swell. She could feel his urethra expand as his semen was forced through it, then suddenly the depths of her vagina felt warm and slippery as his semen swirled around inside her, coating everything with its thick, white, slimy fluid.
It was enough to tip her into her own orgasm. She didn’t even feel his next and subsequent ejaculations as her own climax surged through her body. Her vagina spasmed in a matching rhythm to the cock jerking inside it, massaging the shaft as it tried to milk every last drop of semen out of it. A feeling of immense relief and satisfaction spread through her body, and she cried. She cried from the immense emotional impact of the incredible pleasure she was experiencing.
Eventually, Jack’s ejaculations subsided and stopped. His cock was still deep inside her cunt and still erect. Semen was oozing out of her vagina around the base of his shaft and dribbling down his balls. He slapped her butt playfully.
“You’re mine now,” he said, “your married cunt belongs to me. How does that feel?”
“Mmmm,” she murmured in response, “like I should have done it before. I didn’t know what I was missing.”
She felt proud, proud to have taken this man’s huge cock inside her, proud to have made him climax, proud to have received his fertile sperm.
Jack smiled and looked down. His cock was still buried in her cunt. He flexed it.
“Ooo!” she squeaked. “You can’t be ready again.”
“I can if you want.”
“I think I need the bathroom.”
“Very well, I’ll pull out.”
He pulled back, and his erect cock popped out, followed by a stream of semen flowing out and puddling on the bedclothes.
He looked at her slit, which was gaping wide. He could see a pool of semen inside.
She put her hand between her legs and over her vulva, then turned on her side and got off the bed, before walking to the bathroom. Jack turned round and lay back against the headboard. He was pleased with the evening so far, although he would have liked Tom to watch as his wife surrendered her marital fidelity for the first time and gave herself to another man, forever shattering his exclusive use of her vagina.
Janice returned from the bathroom.
“My God,” she said, “that thing’s still sticking up. What do I have to do to satisfy it?”
She climbed onto the bed to lie on her side next to him, her fingers stroking his cock, then leaned over and took him in her mouth.
Jack laughed and stroked her back, enjoying her ministrations, when he suddenly noticed that the door to the bedroom was ajar.
“Come on in, Tom,” he called, “I know you’re there.”
Janice immediately lifted her head and looked at the door, her heart thumping as it slowly opened and her husband came in.
“How long have you been there?” Jack asked.
Tom didn’t answer. He had woken up upon hearing Janice’s scream at her first orgasm and rushed upstairs. He’d opened the bedroom door quietly and looked in horror as he saw his wife and Jack fucking like rabbits on the bed, the bed where he slept every night. Her body was bouncing around under his, her legs wrapped around his waist with her ankles locked together, and she was shrieking with pleasure.
He had wanted to rush in and pull Jack off, but was unable to move or speak, instead standing frozen in the doorway, watching his wife’s beautiful body writhing in ecstasy. The sight had aroused him.
He’d listened with dismay as they talked, and his wife’s eagerness to continue fucking this man. Then, when Jack pulled out his cock, he’d understood. The man was enormous, and his stamina was incredible. There was no way that he could compete with him.
He’d been about to turn around and leave quietly when the two of them started fucking again, this time doggy-style. He’d watched as Jack fucked his lovely wife again, his huge cock ravaging her once-pretty pussy, his large, sperm-laden balls swinging wildly. It was like watching the making of a porn film, close and real and exceptionally exciting.
His cock had become rock-hard inside his trousers, and his heart had been beating fast. He’d rubbed the front of his trousers, trying to assuage the increasing itch as he’d watched the two of them fuck.
The sight of another man’s cock in his wife’s cunt, his cunt, the cunt that had only known his cock, had filled him with a mixture of anger, despair, and pain. Seeing and hearing her reactions, and her obvious pleasure climaxing in her orgasm, had compounded those feelings of betrayal, loss, and inadequacy. However, the raw eroticism of the scene had eclipsed those feelings to the extent that they had faded entirely to be replaced by an incredible and intense lust.
As the two lovers had approached their climax, he’d realised that the man was going to ejaculate and that he was not wearing any protection. Again, he’d wanted to stop them, to shout at them. Anything to protect his wife’s womb, the womb that had only known his sperm and had borne his children, from being invaded by millions of fertile sperm from another man’s balls. But he hadn’t. Something inside him had wanted to watch that gigantic cock inseminate his wife, to watch him dominate her, his muscles rippling as he fired his semen deep inside her, she unable to prevent it.
So, that’s what he’d done. He’d watched them climax together as he rubbed his cock. He’d seen Jack’s balls rise in their sac and his gluteal muscles clench as he ejaculated. He’d heard the man’s grunts of pleasure and the overwhelming emotions of his wife.
Then he’d heard him claim his wife’s cunt and her acceptance, and he’d felt an icy chill flow through his veins at the realisation that his own exclusive sexual bond with her had been broken. Her cunt, the only one he had ever known, would no longer be his. It would always be available for this man’s superior cock. His own would no longer be wanted.
As he’d tried to process his feelings, he’d seen Jack pull his cock out, revealing his wife’s cunt gaping wide, her labia engorged and hanging down loosely, thick white semen sliding out of her ravaged entrance. He’d gasped, and his cock had jerked at the sight of another man’s cum dripping from his wife’s cunt. He’d wanted to lean forward and feel it, to rub his fingers in it, and he’d felt guilty and ashamed at these thoughts.
Jack watched Tom’s face as he stood silently at the door and understood what was going through his mind. He’d seduced enough wives to understand their husbands’ conflicts when they realised what was happening and that they somehow enjoyed it.
“It’s alright, Tom, I understand, and so will Janice. Come here, and we’ll talk about it.”
“I, er, don’t know,” Tom said.
“Yes, you do. You felt humiliated, angry, and aroused. That’s quite confusing.”
“Yes, you’re right. You’re a shit, and I hate you for it. You’ve taken advantage of my Janice, my wife, my love.”
“I don’t know about taking advantage. Yes, we were fucking and enjoying it, but then so did you. You were standing there watching and didn’t try to stop us. You didn’t come in. You didn’t shout at us. You just watched, no doubt playing with yourself.”
Tom hung his head and stared at the floor at his words, and Jack knew he was right.
“So come in and talk,” he said.
Tom shuffled in, still looking at the floor, and sat in one of the easy chairs. He lifted his head and looked at Janice.
“Why, Janice, why?”
Janice looked at him. She felt guilty and ashamed, but also angry.
“Because you haven’t paid any attention to me for years,” she said forcefully. “When the children were here, my life was busy, and it didn’t matter that much, but once they’d left, you should have been the centre of everything. But you weren’t. You carried on as before, coming home late and never being interested in me, so, when Jack treated me like a woman and not a housewife, I came alive.”
“How long have you been fucking him?”
“Tonight’s the first time he’s been inside me. Before tonight, it’s been touching and other things.”
“What other things?”
“He’s licked me, something you’ve never done, and it was fantastic. I’ve licked him too, and I loved it.”
Tom felt crushed. His wife had been experimenting sexually with another man, and he’d had no idea.
“Do you love him?”
“I like him, but love him? No, I don’t think so, although I might in time. It’s you I love.”
“Then why sleep with him?”
“Because he’s a fabulous lover. He makes me feel like I’m the most fantastic woman in the world. He does things you’ve never done. He gives me orgasms that I’ve never experienced before. They are so intense that I could pass out. And he’s always ready and willing.”
“And what about me? Have you gone off me?”
“Of course not.”
“Would you give him up for me?”
“No, I won’t. My sex life has never been this good, and I’m not prepared to throw it away, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you.”
“Oh,” Tom replied,his face crumpling.
“Look, Tom,” Jack said, “I think Janice has been very clear about it. You can accept what’s happening, even become part of it, and be happy, or you can try to ignore it, but it won’t go away.”
“I, I, I’m not sure,” Tom stuttered.
“Well, you’d better make up your mind what you want because Janice and I are going to spend the next two days fucking each other’s brains out. You’re welcome to stay and watch, even come closer, but you keep quiet; otherwise, you can go and sleep in one of the other bedrooms.”
Tom didn’t say anything, but he didn’t move. Jack turned to Janice.
“Why don’t you carry on where you left off after we were interrupted?”
Janice grasped his cock again, pulling back his foreskin, and leaned down to lick his glans, the tip of her tongue running around his corona, then his slit, before licking down between the twin mounds to tickle his frenulum.
“Aaah,” he sighed, “you’re such a good cocksucker.”
She smiled and sucked his cockhead into her mouth, her tongue lapping around it as her fingers encircled his shaft, stroking it.
Tom watched in awe as his wife made love to Jack’s magnificent cock, worshipping it with her mouth.
She licked up and down the shaft, her tongue pressing on his large, protruding urethra. She traced the network of prominent veins with the tip of her tongue. She pursed her lips and ran them up and down his shaft. She took his hairy balls in her mouth, her tongue moving them around.
Jack lay back against the headboard, his hands clasped behind his head. He looked at Tom, who was staring at the show in front of him. He smiled as he saw the man lick his lips and his hand drift to his lap.
“Why don’t you take it out?”
Tom instinctively snatched his hand away, then put it back and, unzipping his fly, pulled out his cock and started stroking it, wishing that it was his cock that was being licked and that it was as large.
Janice was now licking up the underside of Jack’s cock, her tongue tracing the large urethra that bulged out all along its length until it disappeared behind his frenulum. She licked the two mounds surrounding his slit before probing the entrance, licking the flow of precum.
Jack’s hips jerked as little jolts of pleasure surged through his groin.
“Aaah, fuck, that’s good,” he moaned.
Janice pulled her head back and looked at her husband, a silvery strand of precum connecting her lips to Jack’s cockhead. Tom stared back at her, his mind full of lust at the sight.
She smiled at him, breaking the thread of precum, which fell onto Jack’s abdomen.
“Do you like watching me suck another man’s cock?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Good, because I enjoy doing it, although it’s quite difficult getting it into my mouth. It’s so big and so very hard. Very different to yours.”
Tom looked crushed, but Janice ignored him and went back to sucking Jack’s cock, taking his head and the top of his shaft into her mouth while encircling the base of his shaft with her hand and stroking up and down.
Jack put a hand on the back of her head and pushed it down. She started gagging as more of his shaft slid between her lips and his cockhead brushed the top of her palate.
Precum was dribbling from his slit directly into her throat. She swallowed, making her muscles ripple around his glans.
“Aaaah,” he moaned again, his hips now making fucking movements.
Janice increased the speed of her stroking as she sucked him, her tongue swirling around his shaft and head, feeling it swell and harden until a wad of semen shot out of his slit and into the back of her throat.
She drew back quickly and swallowed, feeling a burning sensation as his cum slid down her throat and into her stomach. She barely had time to recover before he ejaculated another stream of semen into her mouth.
She spluttered and swallowed furiously, but couldn’t manage it all, lifting her head to get some air as a mixture of saliva and cum dribbled out and onto his abdomen. He ejaculated again, spraying her face, and then once more, but only producing a dribble, after which his body relaxed.
Tom had cum as he had watched them, staining his trousers with his semen. His cock had shrunk, but was still semi-erect at the sight of his wife looking at him, cum dripping from her face. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, finding the scene incredibly erotic.
After a few minutes, Jack opened his eyes as he came back to reality. He saw Tom looking at them, still holding his cock, and smiled. He was going to enjoy this couple. Janice was turning out to be an accomplished, if somewhat naive, lover who was not afraid to try anything.
Tom was showing all the signs of being an enthusiastic cuck, having lost his wife to another man, and would be ripe for training. But that would take time.
“Come over here, Tom,” he said in a commanding voice.
Tom looked at him, then stood up and walked hesitantly towards the bed.
“Now, feel my cock.”
“Wha. Wha. What do you mean?” Tom stuttered.
“Touch my cock. Feel it.”
“Why? I’m not gay.”
“No, it’s so that you know what a real man’s cock feels like.”
Tom didn’t move.
“Do it, Tom. I’m not asking, I’m telling,” Jack snapped.
Tom reached forward and touched Jack’s cock gingerly. It felt warm and sticky, but hard. He grasped the sides of the shaft between his thumb and forefinger, amazed at its thickness and rigidity, then let it go, feeling ashamed at what he’d done.
“Good. Now you know why your wife likes being fucked by me and why she’ll always be there for me. She’s a damn good lover, your wife, and she has a fantastic body. It’s a shame you’ve been so lazy and unimaginative. You could have had such fun. Now it’s I who will be having fun with her while you regret your mistakes.”
His words pierced Tom’s heart, especially as he recognised the truth in them. He had become lazy and self-centred. No wonder she had looked elsewhere.
“I can change,” he said, forlornly, “I can be a better man.”
“I’m sure you can, but your wife belongs to me now, and we’re going to spend the next two days fucking each other’s brains out.”
“But what about me?”
“That’s your choice. You can leave us, or you can stay. If you stay, you accept what’s happening and maybe join in if you’re asked. But just to be clear: Janice has given her body to me, and you no longer have any claims on it. Her cunt is mine, to give pleasure to my cock and to be filled with my cum. Your cock is not to go anywhere near it.”
“But…”
“No buts, Tom. You failed to look after your wife and must now accept the consequences.”
Tom looked down at the floor. He realised that he had no choice. Perhaps he would be able to reclaim Janice in time, but to do that, he would have to be part of whatever she and Jack had in mind.
“Very well,” he said, “I’ll do as you say.”
Jack smiled. He had known that Tom had no choice and would accept his role, but wanted him to say it. It would be the start of his cuckold training.
“Excellent decision, Tom. Now, let’s all go downstairs and get something to eat. All of this fucking has made me hungry.”
Janice had kept quiet as her lover and her husband talked. She had been surprised, but also aroused, at the way Jack had dominated Tom and how her husband had accepted it. Watching Jack humiliate him made her feel sexy and powerful and also a little disdainful of her husband’s acquiescence. She reached out and took her husband’s limp cock in her hand.
“Me, too,” she chimed in, “I need to regain my strength. Making love with a real man is exhausting, unlike dealing with this little thing.”
Tom felt a cold shiver at her words, but said nothing as she dropped his cock and, taking Jack’s hand, left the room with him. He turned to follow them, thinking that this was going to be a very long weekend.
