I felt the guilt welling up inside me as Marcus’s thick cock filled me with cum.
Oh, God. I thought. I never let Harry fuck me bare… and there’s so much… The sordid feeling of infidelity got stronger with each powerful pulse of Marcus’s member.
He’s so much bigger! Poor little Harry. Always so insecure about his size.
I struggled with the guilt, but Marcus’s hot, thick cum felt delicious inside me. His load was shockingly big.
Harry will be devastated, I thought. I felt Marcus’s cum spraying my cervix and moaned my way to another orgasm. I couldn’t believe it. I was cheating on my sweet, shy, proud fiancé with the aggressive black bully who made his teen years a living hell.
~~~
Harry had warned me in the car on the way to the school reunion.
“He treated me like a bitch. Pushed me around, called me names,” From that description, I’d pictured someone ugly. Instead, Marcus was sculpted and confident; a natural alpha male.
I’m five-feet-eight-inches in flats, with mousey blonde hair, 34C cup breasts, green eyes and lily pale skin. I used to model for plus-size magazines before I began dieting for the big day. When I saw Marcus from across the room, I caught myself pulling down my size ten dress to show off my cleavage. I made my way across the room without thinking. The six-feet-five-inch black man’s muscles bulged under his Armani t-shirt as he took off his sunglasses. He looked me up and down, trying to decide if I was worth his dick. I put a little extra wiggle into my walk.
“Gorgeous,” Marcus said.
“Taken,” I replied, flashing my ring.
“By Harry, right?” Marcus chuckled “Saw you two on Facebook. Harry was my homie back in the day. Chased a lot of the same girls. I dated his sisters.” I blinked at the plural, but Marcus just smiled.
By the time Harry got back from the bathroom, Marcus was explaining his job – personal trainer and life coach.
“We do financial, physical and romantic, everything. Tell you what, squirt,” Said Marcus, addressing my fiance. “We can get you two on a couple’s plan. So she’s got a real man on her wedding day.” Suddenly face to face with Marcus, I felt something melt inside me.
“Don’t you want that, Harry? Don’t you think she deserves someone who can give her a real pounding?” Marcus punched his fist theatrically, his biceps bulging beneath his shirt sleeves. Harry took a step back, putting me between the two-hundred-and-fifty pound black man and himself. Immediately he began mumbling an apology.
“Sorry, I-I-s-sorry… I don’t th-think”
It took me a moment to realize my fiance wasn’t apologizing to me, but to Marcus. I cut him off.
“What’s your track record like?”
“One hundred per cent satisfaction.”
“Then we’ll take the couple’s plan.”
Marcus slipped a business card into the front of my dress: “Marcus King’s Holistic Life Coaching”. Whether by accident or design, the only words visible poking from my cleavage were ‘Marcus’s ho’.
I arranged an appointment for that weekend.
The tiny pink and orange leotard I wore that Saturday did nothing to conceal my rock-hard nipples, or the wetness between my legs. Ten minutes into our ‘couple’s session’ Marcus sent Harry out to do laps, tracking his location on the fitness app.
As soon as Harry left, Marcus had me doing squats in heels to ‘practice my balance’. Each time I dropped down to waist level, I was confronted by the enormous bulge in Marcus’s shorts. It seemed a little bigger each time.
“Breathe in. Breathe in deep,” Marcus commanded. My nose filled with the scent of his masculinity. I felt woozy. Needy. Losing my balance, I grabbed at Marcus’s shorts, pulling them down just enough for his huge cock to smack me in the face. Instinctively I opened my mouth and began to suck. He was totally unfazed. “Arms behind your back. Rock back and forth on your heels. You’re gonna use these muscles a lot.”
~~~
I’d had open relationships, but I’d never cheated on a partner before. Giving myself to Marcus felt different. I knew it would hurt Harry more than some stranger, or even a torrid affair with one of his colleagues. But I couldn’t help myself. Even as I could feel my fiance’s bully stretching my pussy beyond recognition, I needed Marcus inside me. I needed his alpha male aggression, if only as a challenge to my adoring sap of a fiancé. Marcus came inside me twice, stopping just for a moment between rounds to change position, then allowed me to rub his hot load all over my pussy as he jerked a third helping into my mouth.
“Show that little bitch up close what a mess I made of your pretty pussy.” Marcus ordered me and explained, “The jealousy’s part of the training. I wanna see how he reacts.”
When he was finished with me, he texted Harry, “Final Lap,” and put his clothes on, leaving just a few minutes before Harry got back.
The house stank of sex. Marcus had pulled my leotard down to expose my tits. The gusset was half-torn. I was dripping with sweat. From the moment Marcus stretched me open with his huge cock, I’d been aching with guilt. I felt like it was leaking out of me, between my legs. I felt like a whore.
Harry walked into the living room and found me that way, lying on the yoga mat. In that moment, I just wanted to have the fight I knew was coming. I pulled my fiancé close, and kissed him on the lips, forcing Marcus’s thick seed into his mouth. I studied his eyes for signs of resistance, then directed his head downward.
“I’m so…wet… but exhausted. Marcus really stretched me.” I cooed. Ropes of cum visibly dripped off my pussy. I lay there, waiting for the anger, the accusation. Marcus blew half his load inside me and the other half over my clit and labia. With two red, manicured fingernails I scooped a little cum from my lips and attempted to feed them to Harry. His eyes narrowed angrily.
“Marcus said it’d be the perfect warm down. Shall I tell him you said no?” At the sound of his bully’s name, my fiancé’s eyes turned suddenly meek and placid. His mouth opened almost involuntarily as I fed him the semen dripping from my fingertips. His eyes flickered momentarily to my pussy, visibly drenched. I could tell he needed a fig leaf, even as he licked his lips hungrily.
“Sorry about the lotion… I was getting so chafed and stretched during the workout. Marcus gave it to me. It’s supposed to taste kinda spicy. Why don’t you try it?” With my hand at the back of his head, Harry slurped a thick mouthful of cum off my labia. Then with a hundred tiny, cum-filled bites, he kissed my clit clean.
Harry had eaten my pussy probably thirty times before, but never with this much enthusiasm. Not wanting to disturb him, I gently reached for my phone. I pressed record just in time to capture the strange mix of shock, bliss and humiliation as I squeezed my pelvic floor, drenching his tongue in Marcus’s thick load.
“I squirted,” I moaned, not quite lying. I had squirted – for Marcus. At least twice in fact. Now I rubbed myself back and forth against Harry’s face, chin to nose, painting his face with my new lover’s jizz. The look of shock and defeat in my fiance’s eyes almost made me feel guilty again… but I could also feel how deep his tongue was inside me, wriggling and squirming as he gulped down his bully’s thick semen.
I came, hard and fast, one of the most spectacular orgasms Harry ever gave me.
I ran my fingertips deftly over my clit and licked. Marcus’s seed still tasted strong between my legs. I flipped Harry onto his back, allowing gravity to help as I fed him the rest. I didn’t let up till my fiancé had swallowed Marcus’s every drop.
Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head as I squeezed the last of Marcus’s nut into his cute, adoring mouth. It felt like he was licking the blame out of me, accepting my unfaithfulness by admitting his own weakness. It was as though he was forgiving me for cheating with his hungry, eager little tongue.
“Oh god… oh my god! Eat it! Eat it all! I can’t believe you’re doing this… don’t you dare stop..” l came hard again, squeezing my thighs round Harry’s face when he tried to come up for air.
I came eight times that Saturday. Three from my fiance’s tongue, I think. Five much harder orgasms from Marcus’s thick, hard cock. The guilt I felt before was all gone. Ours had never been a union of sexual equals, I knew, but Harry was kind and dependable. I treated him with respect. He lacked the arrogance of other men and, for a while, I appreciated that. I realized, suddenly, that it was not merely humility, but weakness – and something I had every right to take advantage of.
