A bit of a change here. Straight up tease with voyeurism. This is tamer than some of my other stuff, but almost no filler. The smut starts almost right away. This is part one. There's another part written which gets much darker, and along the lines of my other stories so far.
Fair warning. Hope you like it.
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The pit in my stomach felt like it would swallow me up. I was mentally drained by what just happened and now I felt physically sick as well. I sat down in a bench outside the court room to catch my breath, and steady the pounding in my chest before I fell over or fainted.
My world had just been devastated minutes earlier in my divorce hearing as the judge ruled in favor of my now-ex-wife to the point where she now had a controlling share of my company, my house and I was all but financially ruined despite what I thought, and from what my own lawyer assured me, was an iron-clad pre-nuptial agreement we both had signed. All throughout the case, my lawyer, Jack, had been confident and had moved quickly through the motions and counter-motions. I followed his advice, as it seemed we held all the cards. Based on his reputation and what I had paid him, my trust seemed justified, only to come out on the wrong side at end. After the ruling, he had shaken my hand, offering condolences and saying something about "the breaks" before heading out for a lunch. My head was spinning and I missed most of what he had said.
For a good ten minutes I just sat and trembled, ignored by the passers-by in the busy court atrium. I held my head in my hands and tried to do something, anything, to steady myself. I had never wanted this in the first place and, if I was honest with myself, still in love with her. Over the pounding of blood in my ears, I heard the chirp of my cell phone in my pocket. I retrieved it with shaking hands. It was her number calling, with a video chat. I felt a pang of hope; maybe she was calling to make amends? To put an end to this insanity? To listen to reason and go back to being my wife again and put this behind us?
I answered the call and in seconds, all my hopes fell into the black pit in my gut. The phone call was coming from the front seat of a parked car, angled from the driver's side and viewing into the passenger seat. In the foreground, she was leaning over, kissing and stroking the shaft of a fat penis. It was still partially flaccid, but it was still the longest, thickest cock I had ever seen. It glistened wetly with her saliva. As I watched, stunned, her pink tongue snaked out from her plump lips and gently tickled the sensitive underside of the fleshy tube. It continued to grow in both length and thickness from a long hose to stiff iron pole in her hands. I noticed that her expensive designer lipstick that was smudge-free and perfect moments ago in court was now smeared all over the bloated head of the cameraman's cock. As I watched in real time, her mouth stretched wide and her jaws spread apart like a snake swallowing an egg.
She reluctantly moved her focus away from her toy, withdrawing it with a slow, languorous pull. And audible *pop* and the shaft had appreciably grown. She leaned in close to the camera, staring at me. "Oh! Hi honey!" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. A droplet of her spit hung on the crown of his cock, syrupy thick, and fell on a shiny string in slow motion. This monstrous meat was proportionally perfect with meaty mushroom head, thick shaft and ridged with prominent veins; based on the scale, it was a minimum of eleven full inches and likely bigger. She could play hide and seek behind it and it didn't fit fully in the phone's camera frame. Her gaze went back to the task at hand, and she moved her head under the steering when and the phone slowly panned down, revealing inch after massive inch, making sure I understood the true scale of his epic manhood. When it finally stopped, almost half my ex-wife's face was obscured behind the trunk-like base of the shaft, as she nuzzled her nose and lips into in a smooth ball sac bigger than my fist.
"Mmmmmm, this is my lucky day! Look what else I won today!" she sighed lustily, planting soft full-lipped kisses on the bloated balls. Her eyes closed in heavy-lidded bliss, as she sucked briefly on each of the heavy eggs.
I was ill at the sight but I could not turn away. I stared dumbly, opening and closing my mouth a few times but with no saliva in my mouth, I could not make a sound. I was right in a busy public place; I was sure she could see that. But my own cock had quickly jumped in my pants.
She finished bathing those swollen nuts with her tongue and moving back up, up, and up that towering stalk.
Reluctantly she addressed me. "You might *kiss* *kiss* want to go somewhere *lick* private," she groaned, pausing to suckle his tubesteak. "This is going to be hard ... long," she smirked cruelly before adding "And thick! And I know you just won't be able to resist watching me get what I deserve yet again."
She opened her mouth so wide that I thought she would unhinge her jaw, just to inhale the spongy head. It was no illusion; the true girth of that monster was obvious. The erotic wet noises from her mouth were silenced by a grunt of her effort and a deep breath to take in more meat.
I looked around to see if anyone was watching, and to find the nearest restroom with the least amount of people along the way to witness my obvious distress. People were beginning to gather close by and I was bound to be discovered any minute.
Looking in the camera, she winked slyly before pushing down onto her stud's jaw breaker, gagging and copiously drooling over the thick meatpole. The beautiful pouting lips I had lovingly kissed many times were now stretched thin, straining to cover another man's cock, just moments after our divorce was finalized. Her left hand jacked him, further spreading the saliva, while the right cupped and kneaded his fat sack. Her stroking hand, covering barely half the circumference, prominently displaying the large diamond engagement ring I had given her not so long ago, was dwarfed by the massive tool. She made sure the ring showed and flashed.
I made my way to the men's room and found an empty stall. As I sat down, she was just s-l-o-o-o-o-w-l-y pulled her mouth off the knob end, finishing with a loud wet pop. Her wet lips looked bee-stung puffy and her cheeks slack from stretching so far to accommodate him. Lazily she looked to the camera and saw that I had followed her instructions and was now alone in a toilet stall.
"Good boy," she cooed, locking eyes with me through the camera screen she slowly licked her lover from the base to the tip, liberally applying more spit in a foamy lather, before dipping the tip of her tongue into the gaping pee slit and finishing with a loud slurp of his welling pre-cum fluid. "Get comfy. It's a big ending," she giggled, nibbling the fat bulb on his cock. It was both the most erotic and humiliating thing I had ever seen. I came in quick blasts in my underwear without touching myself, groaning pathetically. She laughed, knowing she was hurting me. "Did little boy make an oopsie?"
The camera man's hand cupped the back of her head and guided her mouth back onto his glistening spear, shushing her taunts. I was grateful as this finally broke her hypnotic eye contact and I realized I had been holding my breath, waiting for the coming climax. She eagerly obeyed her horse-hung stud, not resisting in the slightest when he continued to push her head further onto his choking girth, until coughing, she reared back up, eyes watering and face red. She smiled though, as the thick ropes of drool spanned from her lips to the crown of his cock. She eagerly sucked them back into her mouth and back onto his long rod, like a hooked prize fish being reeled in.