Quick note: this is a short piece focused on the eroticism of one man watching his wife suck the dick of another. It begins in medias res with little background information. It has voyeur and cuckold elements, without shame or degradation. It gets a tiny bit gay. Further stories will lean into that.
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Tim sat nervously in the living room when Mike finally came out in the morning. Mike was a fit young man, wearing a loose bathrobe, open at the front to show off hairy chest, muscular stomach, and thick, powerful thighs. His cock hung free, big even while soft, his balls pendulous. His waxed crotch was covered in lipstick—the thighs, the balls, the shaft and head. It was the same color lipstick Chrissy was wearing when she came in last night. Mike caught Tim's eye and winked. "Sleep well?"
Tim let out a quiet little laugh. "Not at first, but eventually."
A knowing look. "Sorry if we were too loud."
Tim shifted uncertainly. "No. Not at all. I... like that."
"Yeah? Want a real show?"
"What... what do you mean?" Tim gulped hard.
"I mean do you want to watch your slut wife choke on my cock? Her training is going well. I think she can show off a little. If you want."
Tim's mouth was dry. "Yeah." The sound came out a squeak. "Yeah. I'd like that."
"Hey Chrissy?" Mike called into his own bedroom. "Come out and say good morning to your husband!"
Tim couldn't hear the answer, but a few minutes later Chrissy stumbled out of Mike's room. She wore that tiny green negligee he liked, the one that showed her cute pink nipples so well. Chrissy was a beautiful, perfect thing, about five-foot-two, with curly blond hair, strong thighs with a wonderful little gap, a round bottom, and beautiful c-cups that could rest easy in the palm of Tim's hand. He lipstick was badly smeared, and she wore a shy, minxy look, biting her bottom lip when their gazed met.
"Did you have fun last night?" Tim asked.
She nodded shyly. "Did you?"
He nodded back shyly. Listening to all those noises; the moans and the suckling, the licks and gags, all while his eye was to the crack in the door and he could only see her ass sticking up in the air and the bob of her head. She sucked Mike's dick like that for two or three hours, happy as a clam to do it, all while Mike leaned back against the headboard and watched her with half-lidded eyes. He came three times, forcing Chrissy to take it in the mouth for each. He was a like a goddamned machine. Tim watched it all, cumming twice himself and even continuing to stay there after he was well spent, watching, heart-racing, as his beautiful wife sucked off their roommate.
"Hey Chrissy," Mike said, leaning against the kitchen counter with an instant breakfast in one hand, "why don't you come drain my balls, darling?"
Chrissy blinked at him wide-eyed, all innocent, as if still maintaining the fiction that this was anything but physical. "Right now?"
"Yes!" Tim almost shouted. He got a hold of himself, feeling the blush on his cheek.
"Yes," he said again.
Mike laughed. "Yeah, right now. Come here, darling, and kneel right here. Yeah, grab a cushion. And you, Tim. Come over here and take a front row seat. You can kneel here."
They both responded automatically, as if they were under his command. Tim was surprised at how quickly he rushed to take his place, his heart fluttering. They were really doing this. They were really doing this! He smiled sidelong at his wife. She met his eyes and shuddered. "This is so hot," she whispered.
"So fucking hot," Tim replied. He settled back on his haunches, no more than eighteen inches from the show. Chrissy turned all her attention on Mike now, looking up at him through her long lashes, wetting her lips with coy eagerness. She needed this so bad—a monster of a cock to worship and play with, a flesh and blood toy that responded to her touch and delivered shots of warm, yummy cum. She rubbed his inner thigh. He was already getting hard. Mike grew, and grew, and grew some more. Eight thick, heavy inches, as wide around as a redbull can. It was different than pornstar dicks, which always seemed so unreal to Tim. No, this was a meaty cock that rested on the largest end of "realistically enjoyable," still doable for a petite woman like Chrissy.
She leaned in, pressing her face first into his balls, letting out a loving moan, then like a cat moving up to rub her face against that thick dick. It twitched against her, the balls tightening briefly. Jesus fucking Christ. That thing was unreal.
"That's a good girl," Mike encouraged. "Show Tim just how much you love my dick."
"Do you love his dick?" Tim asked.
"Oh god. So much," Chrissy replied. Her eyes were closed, her tongue sticking ever so slightly through her pink lips. She was in heaven. "I love you so much."
"I love you too. Suck his dick, Chrissy."
She didn't have to be told twice. In a quick, graceful move, she came up to pop the head into her mouth, looking Mike in the eye as she did it. She suckled on the mushroom head, one hand holding his nuts, the sack overflowing in her tiny palm. The other hand clutched the base of his cock, fingers not even coming close to touching as they circled around the girth. She let out a happy little moan. Mike leaned back, elbows on the counter, occasionally sipping from his instant breakfast or letting out a grunt.
Tim couldn't take his eyes off it. He studied each movement in minute detail, heart racing, loving the way his wife's cheek bulged out with Mike's cock head, enjoying how her perfect little hand milked the shaft. And those lips. Plump and puckered, still stained with the remnants of pink lipstick. God, those lips! That was what entranced him the most—that place where her lips wrapped around that thick shaft, dragging up and down with practiced ease, leaving a wet sheen on Mike's cock. It might have been the hottest thing he'd seen in his life and he was right here watching it happen before him.
