This story contains multiple fetish themes and may not be for you. This series includes cheating wives, cuckold, Black cock superiority, small penis humiliation, female domination, incest, and humiliation. I appreciate feedback, it helps keep in invested in writing and is always welcome.
Sorry it's taken so long to get back to this story.
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Just moments after watching Mike and my sister-law fuck on my couch Kat was calling and ordering pizza. It was a little after 1:00 pm and we realized we hadn't eaten. Mike and Kat continued to sit around in their underwear while I was stuck in Shelby's panties.
Kat seemed to have a renewed burst of energy and straightened up the house, dusting the family room and vacuuming the floor. Her full breasts jiggling and swaying about as she cleaned in her bra and my boxers. Even with the numbing cream on me, I could feel a stirring watching her.
"You like looking at her." Mike stated almost like a question. And once again I realized I had been staring at her. "Don't worry about it, she likes it. She likes being seen... hell she likes being watched, being the center of attention, and she loves being wanted."
"How do you make this work?" I asked.
"Well, I guess when you love someone you learn to accept them, all of them, even the parts that are hard to explain. I've had to learn to trust her through this. Trust that she has a need for something that I can't give her by myself. And, trust that no matter what, she's committed to me."
DING-DONG - the doorbell rang
"The pizza's here!" Kat called out and immediately went to the door. My mind fluttered realizing she was answering the door in her bra and my underwear.
I watched as she flung the door open with no shame, answering as if all was normal.
"Hi!" She sang out. The pizza guy seemed speechless, taken off guard by Kat's huge breasts.
"Pa... pizza." He finally squeaked out.
"Shoot, I forgot my wallet. Come on in, you can put the pizza on the counter" She invited closing the door behind him as he stepped in.
Mike and I were on the couch, and as the pizza guy passed in front of us, he looked both of us over, and saw me wearing panties and arms in casts. I wondered what he was thinking as he made his way to the counter and put the pizza down.
Kat made her way back down the hall, her flesh making waves as she bounced with every step.
"Here you go," Kat said handing him some cash and escorting him back to the door. "Sorry, it's not much of a tit... oh I meant tip" Kat feigned a flustered flub. "Can you believe that I said tit instead of tip?" She snickered and placed her hand on his arm.
"It's fine." The young driver coughed out.
"Well, would you accept a tit instead of a tip?" I quickly looked behind me.
"Wah what?" He stuttered
"What's your name?" Kat asked
"Will... uh William" He answered trying to seem more mature.
"Will, take out you phone and record this," Kat instructed and Will quickly fished his phone out of his pocket and fumbled with it.
"You ready Billy?" Kat asked, purposefully getting his name wrong.
"Yah," He nodded
"Billy, I hope you enjoy this many times," Looking over my shoulder to the door behind me I saw Kat pull her tits out of her bra and shimmy her torso. She stood with her back to me and little to the side, so I couldn't actually see her nipples, just her left mound pouring over her bra and a look of complete desire on the pizza guy's face.