From my wife’s point of view
It has been almost a week since my husband allowed me to invite Ty into our marital bed. Getting fucked properly by a man with a real dick reignited my sex drive that had dwindled over the years due to constant disappointment. And unfortunately, my husband has been especially needy after he witnessed another man pounding my pussy into orgasmic bliss. I made the mistake of turning down his advances the next night, throwing him into a fit of jealousy.
“I bet if I had a big black dick like Ty, you would be lying on your back begging me to fuck you,” he said angrily.
He was absolutely right. He wouldn’t even have to ask I would have already thrown him down on the bed to ride his non-existent big black dick. Clearly, honesty was not the best path here, so I chose to coddle him instead.
“Sorry baby not tonight my pussy is so sore and stretched out from the fun we had last night. I probably wouldn’t be able to feel much anyway,” I replied.
I saw his face turn red as I cobbled together an excuse, realizing I chose my words poorly.
“Well thank you for reminding me how small I am compared to him,” he whined.
“I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean it that way,” I apologized, not knowing what else to say.
“Then what way did you mean ‘I probably wouldn’t be able to feel much anyway,’” he asked.
“Just the fact that Ty has a big black cock, and he really opened my pussy up nice and wide. I never said you were small,” I explained.
“Talking about how big he was and how stretched out you are, implies as much,” he asserted. “Especially when you’ve never once mentioned me stretching you out or being sore after sex,”
“Well, you loved hearing it last night. And I’ve never said those things about you. Why would I tell you how much you stretched out my pussy, since we both know that has never happened,” I said.
“Whatever, can I least get a blow job then?” he asked, in an off-putting needy tone.
“Eww! Why would you even ask me that? You know how much I hate doing that,” I replied with a disgusted look on my face.
“Oh really? You seemed to enjoy sucking Ty’s big dick last night!” he scoffed.
“That is different! He was already expecting it since I used to do that for him,” I explained.
“I’m not talking about the fact that you sucked his dick. I’m referring to how much you enjoyed sucking his dick,” he replied.
“That was just an act. I had to pretend to enjoy it so he would enjoy what I was doing,” I replied.
“Then come over here and act like you enjoy sucking my dick!” he demanded.
“I can’t just fake something like that,”
“But you just said you faked enjoying it for him so why can’t you fake it for me?” I inquired.
“Do you really want to know?” I asked, with attitude.
“Yes, I do,” he asserted.
“Fine, but I want you to know I was just trying to spare your feelings. I didn’t fake anything last night. I LOVE sucking big black cock! I love how good I can make them feel, I love being in control of their pleasure and the ability to make them cum, and I how fucking wet it makes my pussy,” I described in detail.
“Then if you love it so much, why have you never sucked my dick,” he replied, more confused than I’ve ever been.
“I told you before I hate sucking dick, but I really meant I hate sucking your dick. I love sucking big black dick,” I clarified my feelings.
“Are you kidding me right now? How could sucking me off be much different? I would think it’s easier at least,”
“Seeing as you’re less than half the size of most guys I’ve been with, yes it would be easier. You wouldn’t even hit the back of my throat. The thing is, I like the challenge of taking a big black cock as deep in my mouth as I could. I could make you cum in under a minute if you were in my mouth. Ty could last an hour if he wanted. And sucking your dick certainly wouldn’t make my pussy wet. You would bust before I even started to get wet. And reminding me how you can’t last a full minute would make my pussy remember all the times you’ve disappointed her,” I explained in great detail.
I watched as every bit of smugness drained from his face along with whatever self-confidence was left. Looking him up and down, I noticed he was holding his cock through his pants.
“Is that the full list of reasons all of your exes were better than me or is there more you want to add?” he asked sarcastically.
If he was determined to be an asshole, I wasn’t going to go easy on him.
“Ok, here we go. When I would suck their dicks, I could look up at their sexy muscular bodies. Most of them would be flexing something while I sucked them off so I would get personal muscle show. My pussy would throb thinking about how hard of a fucking I would get later. Between you having a much shorter cock and a fat stomach, you would have to hold your fat roll back just so I could even suck your dick. And who the fuck wants to look up and see something like that? Then there is the fact that you cum in less than a minute and rarely get hard a second time. So, if I suck you off, there is no chance you’re going to last long enough to even warm me when you cum. That leaves me with the nasty taste of your cum in my mouth knowing I wouldn’t be getting fucked. Every one of those men would either cum in my mouth or last long enough to fuck my pussy for half an hour after sucking them off. So, the better job I did sucking their dicks, the harder and deeper I’d get fucked once I was finished,” I explained cutting him everywhere I could.
Glancing back down at his crotch I could see him rubbing his now hard cock through his pants.
“Thank you for spelling out exactly why I’m completely useless,” he replied
“You can’t be that upset if your dick is hard,” I replied looking down at his cock, tenting in his boxers.
“I’m really angry. I just got turned on listening to you talking about sucking all that big black cock,’ he replied.
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
“Very turned on,” he replied, pulling out his modest six-inch cock.
He crawled into the bed next to me looking at me with sad pleading eyes before asking me to jerk him off. I agreed, it was the least I could do after putting him through this.
“So, what about the things I said got you so worked up?” I asked, before reaching over taking his cock in my hand.
“When you said sucking big black cock made your pussy wet, oh fuck!” he moaned as I stroked his cock.
“It did baby, it made my pussy so fucking wet!”
“And how you tried deepthroat them taking them all the way down your throat,”
“I didn’t try, baby. I did take them all the way down my throat. I love deepthroating big black cock!”
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as I stroked his dick faster up and down while tightening my grip. He already started throbbing in my hand so I could tell he was close.
“Then how you would let them cum in your mouth before they fucked your pussy,” he said as his breathing grew ragged.
“Could imagine watching me suck a big black cock making it cum in my mouth, then watching as he fucked my pussy until he filled me with his hot cum?” I asked in my most seductive voice.
“Oh fuck, fuck! I’m going to cum!” my husband moaned before shooting a stream of cum almost reaching to his neck.
“Oh, no baby! Not already…” I said, feigning disappointment, letting go of his cock.
“Oh fuck, what’s wrong?” he replied, mid-orgasm, distracting him from the little pleasure he was afforded that night.
“I was just about to tell you how bad I wanted your dick in me,” I lied, trying to hide my smirk.
“I wish you would have done that sooner, or at least finished jerking me off, so you didn’t ruin my orgasm,” he said, visibly upset.
“Let me try to get it up again,” he pleaded.
“Don’t worry about it love. Besides I need to get to bed, goodnight!” I said, before rolling over facing away from him.
I slid a finger between my pussy lips to tease my clit while I imagined what Ty would do to me tomorrow. From what I remember, my husband will allow me to fuck another man to ensure I’m satisfied, and at no point did he put a limit on the offer. My pussy was drenched at the thought of Ty spending the day inside my pussy, while my husband is at work.