Tom followed his wife and her lover down the stairs to the kitchen, their naked bodies just in front of him. He could see a trail of semen glistening on Janice’s inner thigh as it dribbled slowly down her leg. It looked extremely erotic and made his cock twitch.
He switched his view to Jack. He saw a man with broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, his back muscles rippling as he moved. There was a large patch of black body hair in the hollow in the small of his back, just above his butt. His legs, which were covered in the same black hair, had thighs that were big and sturdy and calves with muscles that looked like iron. The man exuded strength and masculinity.
They went into the kitchen. Janice turned on the kettle and took some mugs off a shelf and put them on the counter, then took a jar of instant coffee out of a cupboard. Once the kettle had boiled, she made them all some coffee.
Jack stood next to her as she was doing this, his hand around her waist, feeling her abdomen.
She turned around to give a mug to Tom. He looked at her, his eyes widening as they gazed at her abundant bush, which was damp and unruly, framing a gaping slit that glistened with sexual fluids.
“She’s damn sexy, your wife, isn’t she?” Jack said, brushing his hand over Janice’s breasts before slowly sliding down to her groin, his fingers slipping into her slit.
Tom saw some coffee spill out of the mug she was holding as her hips jerked with pleasure, and quickly took it out of her hand as she sighed and leaned back against Jack’s body, her eyes closed.
His heart sank as he watched Jack bend over and kiss her, his tongue invading her half-open mouth as her hand wrapped around his erect cock and began stroking it. It was hurtful to see his wife kiss another man so intimately right in front of him, but at the same time watching her body being pleasured by him was somehow extremely arousing. He felt his own cock swell.
After a few minutes, Jack broke his kiss and looked up at Tom. He smiled as he saw Tom’s arousal.
“Look, Jan, your husband’s excited. What do you think about that?”
“Not very much,” she replied, as she fondled Jack’s cock, “nothing like yours.”
Tom felt his cock grow as he watched them. ‘The man’s a fucking sex machine,’ he thought, his hand drifting down unconsciously to touch himself, ‘they’ve only just finished and he’s ready again.’
“Did you hear that?” Jack said to Tom. “Your wife isn’t impressed with your little cock. She prefers mine. But then, so do you. Just look at you stroking yourself as you stare at me.”
Tom snatched his hand away as Jack’s words filtered through his brain. The man was right. He was looking at Jack, wondering what it was like to have a body like his and be able to subordinate and use others.
He watched his wife gently stroking the huge cock, its foreskin rolling back and forth over the big, shiny, purple glans. Large drops slid down the thread of shimmering, silvery precum hanging from his slit, to puddle on the floor.
He’d not been this close to another man’s cock since his school days, and he found it extremely exciting.
Janice looked at her husband’s face with a mixture of anger and pity. She had spent half her adult life in a monogamous relationship with the first man in her life, and now realised how inadequate he was and how much pleasure and excitement she had missed as a result.
The anger she felt about that, however, was tempered by her love for him, her husband, the father of her children. He had always treated her well, was a good provider and father, well-regarded in their social circle, and successful in business.
As she thought about it, she realised that he was a different man to how she had seen him. He wasn’t dominant or powerful; he was more of a follower who looked up to stronger men. Well, that was fine now that she knew it.
“You are a good man, Tom,” she said, “a good father and a good family man, but you’ve not looked after my sexual needs. Jack has shown me what I’ve been missing. He’s brought me alive and given me pleasure that I’ve never experienced before.”
“I can do that too, Jan. I know I’ve not paid enough attention to your needs. I can change that.”
“Oh, Tom. I hope you do, but you can’t give me the feelings that Jack can. You just don’t have the physical attributes.”
Tom’s heart sank as he heard her words. Jack’s cock, its huge, purple head dripping precum, was still in her hand as she spoke.
“But there’s nothing I can do about that,” he said, wracked with despair.
“I know,” Janice replied, “but I’m not prepared to have a life without those pleasures anymore.”
Tom did not reply, but just stood there, trying to process everything. In a few short hours, his predictable, if boring, life had changed. His wife had been fucked in front of him by a sexual athlete whom he could never match and who made him feel inferior and dominated. This man had brought her to multiple screaming orgasms before pumping seemingly endless wads of semen into her ravaged pussy.
He had been humiliated and made to feel inadequate and, worst of all, aroused by it all. He found his wife’s lover’s body exceptionally attractive and wanted to explore it more. He’d felt Jack’s power and magnetism when he held the man’s cock, and it made him want more of him, to submit to him sexually.
Jack saw the turmoil in Tom’s face and instinctively understood it.
“You want to be more involved, don’t you, and I’m sure it’s not the first time. I bet you did things with other boys at that posh private school you went to. Did you suck their cocks or let them drill your tight little butt?”
Tom flinched as he heard Jack’s words. The man was right. He had been a fucktoy for the other boys, but he had enjoyed it, something he’d never let anyone know.
Jack saw him flinch and knew he’d been right.
“I thought so. Well, maybe I’ll let you suck my cock later, but not before I’ve fucked your sexy wife again and filled her womb with my sperm.”
Tom felt his groin muscles clench at the thought of Jack’s thick cock jerking inside his wife’s vagina, spraying her insides with slimy, white cum.
“Your cuck husband is probably a good cocksucker, but I prefer your cunt to his mouth,” Jack said, turning towards Janice and kissing her.
Janice gazed at him adoringly, her hands rubbing his chest, fingers threading through the hair covering it. She felt enormously attracted to this strong, dominant man. To her, he was the epitome of maleness, and she wanted him to possess her, to take her, to use her. She was his, and her pussy itched for him.
“I want you now,” she said, “I want to feel your body against me, your penis inside me, stretching me, filling me. I want to feel you ejaculate, to feel your cum fill my vagina.”
“Yes, I will, but not here. I want you in your marital bed,” he replied, taking her hand and leading her upstairs to the master bedroom, where he gently led her to the side of the bed.
Tom stood still as they brushed past him, wondering what he should do, then quickly turned and followed them.
Jack gently turned Janice to face the bed.
“Bend over and spread your legs,” he said.
Janice put her head and shoulders down on the bed and widened her legs. Jack reached down and felt her slit. It was wet and slippery. He looked at Tom.
“Get over here and help.”
Tom shuffled over, still on his knees.
“Put my cock into your wife’s cunt.”
Tim looked up at him, his face contorted.
“Please,” he begged, “please don’t make me.”
“Oh shut up, Tom, and do as he says,” Janice snapped.
Tom grasped Jack’s shaft and rubbed his cockhead up and down Janice’s slit. He felt a tingle in his own cock as his fingers wrapped around the incredibly hard and throbbing cock. Holding the potent member made him feel powerful. He positioned Jack’s cockhead at the entrance to Janice’s vagina and pushed it forward.
Jack felt his cock slipping into Janice’s vaginal opening and flicked his hips, forcing his glans through her entrance muscle to pop into her moist canal, pushing apart her vaginal walls.
Tom watched as his wife’s labia wrapped themselves around the huge shaft invading them, clutching it tightly. He watched the thick shaft dragging them inwards as it slowly disappeared inside her, the man’s large, hairy balls swinging gently underneath.
“Oh, God,” he murmured, his heart beating furiously.
Jack heard him and smiled as he started to thrust inside Janice with long, slow strokes; Tom’s acceptance of his position was no longer in doubt.
“Aaaaah,” Janice sighed as she felt Jack’s cock push inside her, “that feels so good. God, I love your cock; it’s so damn thick.” She moved her hips in circles, trying to make his cock rub every part of her tingling vagina.
Jack put his right arm around her waist, his fingers feeling for her clit through her abundant pubic hair. She gasped as his thumb and forefinger gripped her clitoral shaft, gently rolling it between them before pressing it onto his shaft.
Janice felt her legs go weak as jolts of pleasure spread from her clitoris to surge through her groin.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah,” she moaned with each thrust of Jack’s enormous cock into her tight pussy. She could feel his cockhead hitting her cervix, then sliding underneath and pushing against the end of her vaginal canal before sliding back again, his corona catching her cervix on the backstroke.
Jack felt her cunt rippling around his cockhead as it slid up and down her vagina. The nerve endings in his glans were on fire, and everything itched furiously. He sped up his thrusts and twisted his hips as he tried in vain to relieve the itch which was now getting irresistible.
Tom watched the two of them racing towards their climax. Janice shrieked almost continuously as her body was forced up and down with the intensity of Jack’s thrusts, her large breasts flailing underneath her. He could see her inner labia stretched tightly around the huge shaft impaling her and being dragged in and out of her slit, as he pumped his own cock furiously at the hugely erotic spectacle being enacted right in front of him.
Then suddenly, Janice gave a piercing scream and started shaking as her orgasm peaked. Jack stopped moving and kept still, concentrating on delaying his own climax as her vagina pulsated around his cock, rhythmically clutching and releasing, but he couldn’t.
Unable to control himself any longer, he began thrusting again with renewed vigour, battering in and out of her spasming cunt until suddenly his pelvic muscle clenched, forcing a huge wad of semen up his urethra and out of his slit to spray deep inside Janice’s velvety channel.
“Aaargh,” Jack shouted as he ejaculated, “fucking hell.” He gripped Janice’s hips and pulled her backwards as hard as he could, so that his entire shaft was sheathed in her hot canal as he ejaculated time after time inside her.
Janice groaned as she felt the warm semen jetting deep inside her, and a glow of satisfaction spread through her body. Her vaginal muscles tensed and relaxed in perfect timing with his ejaculations, draining the sperm from his urethra.
Eventually, Jack’s orgasm subsided, and his cock stopped twitching. He leaned forward, resting on Janice’s body as he relaxed, and a warm feeling of relief seeped through his muscles.
Tom stared at them, his eyes wide, his heart thumping. Standing right next to this sexy and powerful man as he brought Janice to such an intense orgasm had excited him beyond measure. He had felt an excruciating anguish as he saw Jack’s buttocks clenching and relaxing, knowing that each time he was spraying millions of sperm into Janice’s vagina, the vagina that until a few hours ago had been exclusively reserved for his own cock. But at the same time, he had found it incredibly arousing, as he visualised the man’s slit opening and thick white cum jetting into her, swirling around and coating everything with its slimy consistency.
After a few minutes, Jack straightened up and pulled his cock out of Janice. As he did so, a large blob of semen oozed out of her gaping entrance and slowly descended until it broke free and fell, closely followed by a stream of fluids also dribbling out and onto the carpet below, forming a puddle.
Tom gasped as he saw his wife’s cunt. It was gaping wide open, and he could see a pool of semen inside it, coating everything. Her inner lips were hanging out, ragged and engorged. Her slit was surrounded by white foam, and her pubic hair was sodden and tangled. He reached forward to touch her, catching some of the semen dribbling out on his fingers and rubbing it with his thumb.
“Taste it,” Jack said, standing there, his still quite erect cock twitching with his pulse and cum dripping off it onto the carpet.
Tim put his fingers in his mouth and licked the slimy stuff off them. It tasted musky but not unpleasant.
Janice straightened up and, turning around, put a hand between her legs to stem the flow from her cunt.
“I’ll just go and clean up before there’s more of a mess,” she said, walking off to the bathroom.
Jack watched her leave, then turned towards Tom.
“She’s right. It’s time for you to clean up my cock.”
“Wha, wha, what do you mean?” Tom stuttered.
“You know what I mean. Take my cock in your mouth and lick your wife’s juices and my cum off it. Make sure you pull back my foreskin and clean it properly.”
“But, but…”
“Just get down on your knees and get on with it,” Jack snapped.
Tom knelt down and took Jack’s slimy cock in his hand before leaning towards it. His stomach lurched as his lips touched Jack’s cockhead. It was warm and slippery and quite hard. Almost involuntarily, his lips parted and his tongue emerged to lick Jack’s slit, savouring the slippery drops of semen.
Jack smiled and pushed his hips forward until his cockhead was inside Tom’s mouth and resting on the man’s tongue.
Tom’s eyes flicked upwards to look at him as he pulled back on Jack’s shaft, so that its foreskin rolled back completely and he could swirl his tongue around the now-naked glans filling his mouth.
Jack looked down at him, a smile playing on his lips.
“Just as I thought. You’ve done this before,” he said, as his cock swelled in response.
Tom licked all around the thick member in his mouth, his tongue lapping up the remnants of semen on its veiny surface. He pulled back slightly and curled his tongue up to lick at Jack’s slit, then down to run it around underneath the rim of his corona.
Jack smiled as he watched Tom sucking his cock. The man clearly enjoyed it and knew how to give pleasure. He would explore that with him over the weekend.
“That’s enough,” he said, pushing Tom’s head back, “you can leave now. I want some private time with your wife. You can sleep in the spare room. We’ll call you when we want you.”
Tom had left the bedroom in a state of extreme conflict. Seeing his wife in ecstasy as she was being fucked by another man, and not being able to do anything about it, had made him feel completely angry, humiliated, and depressed. His safe, predictable life had been turned upside down.
Part of him wanted to hurt the man who had stolen his wife, and part of him wanted to punish her for being unfaithful. But, at the same time, he loved Janice and didn’t want to lose her, and he certainly didn’t want his friends and neighbours to know that he had been cuckolded.
But those feelings had been eclipsed by the incredible arousal he had felt when watching them. Jack’s assured and dominant attitude, coupled with his muscular body and striking genitals, had proven to be immensely attractive to him. He wanted to touch the man, feel him, please him. Watching his huge cock ravaging his wife’s slender body had left him breathless with desire, and when he’d seen him climax and ejaculate inside her, filling her with his fertile cum, he’d almost fainted.
But, most confusing of all, was the pleasure he had experienced when sucking the cock of the man who had just cuckolded him. He had enjoyed it immensely and had been disappointed when Jack told him to stop.
He had gone downstairs with the remnants of Jack’s cum lingering in his mouth, and its slimy consistency coating his tongue. The pungent taste revived a long-hidden memory of his time at boarding school, a time he had tried to forget.
Tom had not gone to bed in the spare bedroom. He had gone to his study and turned on his laptop to look at some porn, not the straight hardcore porn he usually watched, instead searching for cuckold porn. As he scrolled through the thumbnails of videos available, he idly stroked his cock, imagining what it was like to be fucked by the virile young men on the screen with their huge cocks.
He clicked on a thumbnail showing a woman being fucked doggy style by a young man with a massive cock, with another, older man watching them. Her one hand was holding her lover’s balls, a wedding ring clearly showing.
The video started playing. It was the story of a cuck husband preparing his wife for her lover, watching her get taken by the other man, then cleaning his cum from her pussy and his cock.
Tom had stroked his cock with increasing speed as he watched the video, which he found extremely exciting. His heart had pounded when he’d seen the bull’s cock jerking as the man ejaculated inside the wife’s married pussy.
When he saw the cuck husband sucking the bull’s cum out of her cunt, he’d once again felt the consistency and taste of Jack’s cum in his mouth, and it had taken all his self-control not to cum himself, as he struggled to keep his arousal level at maximum.
Once the video had finished, he had watched two more before closing the laptop and sitting back in the chair. After a few minutes, he had stood up and left the study to go back up to the master bedroom, his cock bobbing in front of him as he climbed the stairs.
He’d arrived at the bedroom door to find his wife and her lover asleep in the bed, their bodies intertwined.
He had climbed into the bed very carefully, trying not to disturb them, and lain on his back next to his wife. She had stirred and flung an arm over his chest. After that, everything was still.
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Janice woke up a few hours later. She was surprised but happy to find Tom next to her and pulled him closer while keeping her hips still. Jack’s cock was still lodged inside her pussy. It felt warm and hard, and very, very thick, and she didn’t want to disturb it.
She brushed her fingers over Tom’s hairless chest, feeling his nipples, then ran her hand down over his paunch to rest on his cock.
“Hello, my darling,” she whispered.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he replied, his cock jerking in her fingers.
“Would you like me to make you cum?”
“God, yes,” he groaned.
Janice ran her fingers over his glans, spreading his precum around his slit as his cock jerked under her feathery touch. She traced her fingers down the underside of his shaft, tickling his frenulum, then curled them around to grasp his shaft and start stroking, moving the skin up and down. As she did so, the circle made by her thumb and forefinger rubbed back and forth over his corona, sending intense feelings of pleasure surging through his cockhead.
Tom closed his eyes and lost himself in the overwhelming sensations flooding through his cock. He moved his hips up and down as if fucking her hand. Precum flowed out of his slit and dribbled down onto Janice’s fingers, making everything slippery. His breathing was irregular and harsh.
Janice increased the speed and length of her strokes, using his precum as a lubricant.
“Cum for me,” she whispered, “I want to see you cum.”
“Yes, oh God, yes,” Tom gasped, his hips bucking furiously as his testicles rose up to cling to the base of his shaft and his ball-sac contracted until suddenly he grunted as his pelvic muscle clenched hard and a stream of semen surged up his urethra to spurt out of his slit and fall onto his stomach.
There was a momentary pause, and then another, much smaller spurt erupted from his slit, and finally a third emission which just dribbled out of the end and ran down his shaft.
Janice felt his cock start to shrink immediately after he had cum. She let go of it and wiped her hand on his chest as she looked at the small, now-wrinkled cock lying on his groin. ‘He climaxed so quickly and then goes soft almost immediately,’ she thought, ‘no wonder he doesn’t make me orgasm.’
Her eyes drifted to the small blobs of cum on his stomach, thinking how pathetic they looked compared to the rivers of semen that shot out of Jack’s massive organ like water from a firehose. Still, her husband had managed to impregnate her twice, so at least his meagre volume was fertile.
That made her wonder what it would be like to carry Jack’s child. The thought of his sperm fertilising her eggs and his DNA merging with hers to create something of him inside her made her heart flutter, but she quickly dismissed the idea. That was why she used birth control, even though she and her husband didn’t make love very often. She’d done all of that and had no wish to repeat it, or so she thought.
Her body, however, was giving her a different message. Her vagina contracted slightly around the member lodged inside it, becoming more slippery as her juices flowed. Her cervix thickened and its opening relaxed, as an urgent itch started to develop deep inside her. She shifted her hips, trying to get him deeper inside her.
Jack smiled as he felt her contractions around his cock and her butt pressing back against him. He’d been awake for a while and had seen her jerking off her husband. He had not said anything, as he wanted Tom’s sexual arousal satisfied; it would make it easier for him to be further dominated after that.
He clenched his pelvic muscles, making his cock twitch and grow. Janice’s eyes widened as she realised that he was awake, then closed as she felt him push into her, letting herself sink into the pleasure of the moment.
“Aaaaah,” she murmured softly, unable to keep quiet as his gorgeous, thick cock filled her vaginal canal, stretching and stimulating it. It was as though he had completely taken over her body, made it part of his body.
Her vagina felt warm and wet. Fluids were oozing out around the base of his cock and trickling down onto her inner thigh as her body readied itself for the huge cock invading it.
Jack started thrusting in her, slowly and with long strokes, his cock dragging her labia in and out as they clung to his shaft. The texture of her vaginal walls tickled his corona as his glans slid in and out of her canal, stimulating a flow of precum from its opening and closing slit.
“Oh God, Jack,” Janice cried, “your penis feels so good. Oooooh.”
Her cry woke Tom. He looked at her body rocking back and forth and immediately understood what was happening. He was no longer sexually aroused, so the stark reality of lying next to his wife as she was being fucked by another man, and enjoying it, made him feel humiliated and ashamed. He lay there, frozen, wanting to leave but at the same time strangely fascinated.
He turned onto his side and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth half open, her breathing heavy and punctuated with little whining noises. His eyes drifted down to her chest. Her tits were rolling around with her body movements, her nipples engorged and jutting out. He reached forward and ran his fingers over them, amazed at how hard and long they were. He’d never seen them like that before.
Janice was fast approaching her orgasm. Her whole body felt on fire, her limbs quivering. Her clitoris itched and throbbed, begging for attention. She grabbed Tom’s hand off her breast and pressed his fingers down onto her clitoris, moving them along her clitoral shaft.
Tom was surprised by its size and hardness, and how it was standing out from her pubis. He pushed Janice’s hand away and pressed her clitoris down to touch the underside of Jack’s thrusting shaft.
“Yes, yes,” Janice cried out. “Oh God, that’s good. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.”
Tom continued to press and rub when suddenly she gave a piercing cry. Her body went rigid as all her muscles spasmed and then gradually relaxed.
Tom took his fingers off her clitoris and brushed them over Jack’s still-thrusting shaft. It felt as hard as steel, its large urethra standing out. He rubbed his fingers up and down the moving flesh, amazed at the power emanating from it. As he did so, he felt the shaft under his fingers expand and throb as a wad of semen surged through it to spray into his wife’s vagina.
“Ah, fuck,” Jack shouted, ejaculating deep inside Janice’s vagina, “your cunt feels so good.” He gripped her hips and pulled her towards him, holding her tight as he ejaculated again and again until the urge died down and his cock stopped jerking.
“Oh, Jack,” Janice said softly, turning her head back to look at him, “you are a fantastic lover. You are so damn good.”
“Better than your husband?”
“Much better. It’s as though you invade my body and take it over. You make me become part of you.”
“Tell your husband, then. Tell Tom that your body belongs to me, that you will always want my cock in your cunt.”
A shadow passed across Janice’s face, but she turned back to look at Tom.
“He’s right, Tom, I do want his cock in me. I need it. I need him to fuck me.”
Tom stared at her for a moment, then closed his eyes. An icy feeling crept through his chest as he absorbed what she was saying. He knew it already, of course, but hearing her say it was somehow much worse.
His fingers were still resting on Jack’s shaft, feeling the man’s cock pulse gently with his heartbeat. He did not move them as he struggled to decide what direction his life would take.
