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Amateur Stunt Cock For Couples

Amateur Stunt Cock For Couples

by bigbull4yourwife
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AMATEUR STUNT COCK FOR COUPLES

by BigBull4YourWife

The internet has made it possible to be an amateur stunt cock.

The internet has likely also created the desire.

Not the desire to stunt cock, but the desire to watch the stunt cock: bigger, in both length and girth, than what is personally available. Watch that bigger, longer, thicker man, in the most controlled of environments, fuck the wife who swears her husband and his penis are all that she could ever want in the world.

Well, swears, as in, she’s sworn that in the past. She swears it any time she’s asked, or the suggestion comes up, or someone brings up a story about some celebrity infidelity or worse but so much juicier, some infidelity in her friend-circle. Sometimes, a husband stepping out for something new. Something younger. Something . . . strange. But, sometimes, it is a wife, stepping out.

Oh, the shock. Oh, the scandal.

She will say and always does say, publicly, out-loud, that she would never. Could never. Would never, ever want to. She swears.

Swore.

She’s sworn it—in the past, maybe not for awhile, though—to her friends, to her husband, of course, even to her co-workers, male and female alike.

Monogamy, honoring her marriage vows, never being with anyone after her husband, she is always so confident when she swears those values are what she really wants. Specifics like that, she usually saves, or, saved, for close friends, her sisters, the real inner-circle women in her life.

She does not make those embarrassing posts about fidelity on her social media accounts, like some other women do. But she does always post anytime someone takes a picture of her in her one-piece bathing suit or milfy tankini.

She swears many times that she’s truly happy and truly devoted to and really, truly happy, with just her husband.

But she’s willing to go through with it, isn’t she?

“To please my husband,” the submissive ones say. “Because it turns him on,” the more confident ones say. “Yeah, because it’s fucking hot,” the most relaxed of them say.

“My husband is the only man for me,” they all swear at the start.

But, when in the middle of things—when she’s felt things past what she’s become accustomed to feeling, what she’s let herself be accustomed to feeling—that’s when they swear, too. A different kind of swearing.

“Ohmotherfuckerthat’saBIGdick!” they say.

“You look so good taking it, honey,” the sweet, attentive husbands say. “That’s so hot honey,” the husbands stroking themselves say. “Fuck that bitch, she’s a whore!” the experienced husbands say.

It’s a beautiful thing to see where a couple is in their cuckolding and/or Hotwife journey.

The journey of a thousand creampies.

Typing that, the autocorrect converts it into creameries. Oh no. Though that would be something. A vacation resort welcome to hotwives and their husbands. A place where natural dairy can be appreciated. “A healthy hotwife has four or more servings a day!” “Get satisfied at all ends, at the creamery!” “Good for her skin, good for her husband, good for her!”

Effective marketing to attract the right clientele. Impeccably selected staff. Heathy diets and exercise, mandatory, for the most premium cream for the most premium guests.

The experienced wife; called simply thus because at this stage, her lifestyle does not need the modification anymore; does not practice hotwifing anymore she simply practices wifing, because all the wives she knows from those parties and those places and maybe even now her sisters, too, all practice hotwifery to the point where it is no longer the deviation, it is the habit and the custom and The Way.

And good, respectful, clean stunt cocks are shared, even among sisters.

Something husbands only get, when they can also qualify as stunt cocks.

But the husbands who read Tai’s profile and select him for their wives, they never measure up to their special guest star.

Tai is an even six feet but the longer he bulls for respectful couples, the skinnier and leaner he gets. Spending time with couples leads to more time in the gym, which leads to more time with couples, which leads to even more time in the gym.

The physicality gets his body and his mind so high. The touch and scent and feel and fuck of a new woman, a new wife. The touch and scent of weights and sweat and pushing his limits. The crucial endurance of the fuck. The training endurance of hours of exercise.

Before work, if not fucking, Tai goes to the gym.

After work, if not fucking, Tai goes to the gym.

The husbands are more often older, and if they have physicality, they usually lack size where it counts most. Tai always encourages them to take out their cocks and stroke themselves while they let Tai have their wife. Tai feels the erotic charge that comes with outranking them, the resigned dominance, and he always makes sure that the guy’s wife feels that erotic charge, too, directly, with that stiff, thick cock her husband wants to see her impaled on.

Tai likes it when the husbands, if they are touching and playing with their wife while Tai fucks her, cannot help themselves. When their hands cannot help but drift to Tai’s body and his muscles.

“Wow, honey, he’s so strong. His biceps are like rocks,” husbands have told their wives in front of him before. Their wives like to see their husbands pawing Tai like their wives were doing. Tai lifts weights in the gym and thinks about those groping hands, those caressing hands, of man and wife, of wife and man.

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Her husband massaging Tai’s back and biceps, while Tai uses his cock to massage the wife’s cunt. Internally.

Tai’s posts are across all the quality fetish-personals websites. Very popular, very discreet. He has a type, and he’s met this type of couple many times over the years in this metropolitan area. He’s met other types of couples, but in this metro area, he has found sophisticated older couples time and again. The kind he likes most. Well-groomed, with good taste. Adept at thriving while kinky in the staid environment of this conservative metropolis.

His profile is designed just for meeting the new couples turned on and exploring, and each year yields five or six new ones, to go into rotation with couples he continues to see.

Most of the time, the husband reaches out.

Tai’s photographs on his profile show that he has taste, and has traveled. Oftentime, when someone reaches out, they remark that they have also been to X city and they loved Y thing about it.

Tai prefers it when the husband contacts him straightforwardly, and does not pretend to be both members of the couple together, or even worse, the wife. Tai thinks he can tell the difference based on the way they write to him, responding to his message or responding to his profile. He’s seldom wrong much anymore.

But he’s always delighted to meet the curious husband for some manly activity. A beer in a public place, at a normal bar where normal people meet for assignations sub- and super-rosa. To establish that neither is a flake.

That was how Paul contacted Tai.

Paul remarked about Barcelona, that he and his wife Sarah had been there on their Honeymoon.

Paul said he and his wife wanted to recapture some of that excitement.

Paul said that they had never done this before, but that Sarah was down if he pre-screened for her.

“Cool,” Tai said, shepherding Paul along. “Let’s meet for a beer, and if we hit it off, you can videocall Sarah and I can say hello to her.” Tai knew the drill. Tai believed the bull should have the best practices down pat, be able to be open and efficient about everything, and move the couple to where they were ready to go in their journey.

They met at a bar near where the city’s newspaper used to be, a bar called “The Front Page.” They drank beer and liked each other other immediately.

Tai was honest with Paul.

“I have to like you both,” Tai admitted. “I usually get a kind of younger brother feeling with the husbands. Especially husbands who are older than me, which is almost all of them. Like, I’m their older brother, and they’ve brought their girlfriend home, and I’m gonna make sure that she’s a good girlfriend for you, bro, because I’ve got lots more experience, I mean, look at me. And I don’t mean my face and my body. But sometimes it’s like he’s my older brother, and she’s, like, his fiancée and it’s like, welcome to the family, sis, that kind of intimacy. Sometimes it’s like, ‘I can’t give you what my younger brother’s got, but just this one time . . .’”

Tai lets it trail off. He can see Paul is enjoying his way of talking about it, about thinking about it.

“So, what can you give her?” Paul half-stammers asking, stammering with the tell-tale arousal Tai is used to seeing on men like Paul.

“Exactly what you want me to, and no more, and no less. I’m there for you, bro. For brotherhood. I’m there to do the stunts you want me to do,” Tai tells him, leaning in close. “I’m just an amateur stunt cock. Just a stunt cock in your relationship, ready to perform, give you some permanent memories for your spank bank, and hopefully give you what you want and leave you two closer together than ever, having shared something so hot. I mean, it’s always super hot.”

“As hot as I’ve fantasized?” Paul asks.

“Hotter,” Tai tells him.

Paul has been texting with his wife. Sent her two pics of Tai which, Paul tells Tai, she texted back saying she approved.

Tai smiles. He likes being looked over and approved of. He does not begrudge this Paul his judgment, this wife her caution. Tai likes being prodded and tested and proven worthy. He is used to it. Confident. Relaxed. Easy and efficient without losing any of his natural warmth and killer smile.

He wants this Paul to question and peruse until he is himself relaxed and confident about his decision. After all, Tai is going to fuck Paul’s wife. Paul has brought this wife to Tai without Tai lifting a finger. The least Tai can do is be understanding and charming.

“How did you start thinking this was something that you wanted, Paul? Not saying me specifically, but an adventure like this with Sarah,” Tai asks.

Paul is nerdy, with glasses and a pot belly and the wrinkled suit of some government advisor on some obscure specialty that people tolerate but do not like or trust. He has the mien of someone who has to work hard professionally to be liked, but who is at base, a decent and fun-loving guy trapped in an unpleasant daily worklife.

“Sarah and I, we’re each other’s first,” he says. “Well, I usually say that. She was my first, we met when I was in graduate school, or I mean, we met in college, but we got together in graduate school. She had been with one guy before me, but he had just been her sugar daddy in college, he would buy her things and she would hookup with him. I didn’t know this at the time. At the time, in college, she just had some older boyfriend who lived downtown and bought her things. Everyone knew, in our friend group, and it was like, he was a lot older than her so she could never bring him around campus and like, sleep in the dorm with her roommate there, like it was okay for her at nineteen to be hooking up with a guy in his forties, but it was presented as like, why would he ever want to sleep in a dorm and shower in the shared bathroom and eat in the dining hall, he was a grown adult and we were all adults but still, like kids. So I had no idea that she went over there, but she never really stayed over much, not like, a girlfriend stays over, maybe only after he gave her a really, really nice present, like some boots she really wanted or some fucking leather bag by some designer she made a big fucking deal about, like a really big deal back then that he gave her such an ‘investment piece’ as she called it, like he was investing in her future by giving her some sort of fashion that was so valuable, it was like a valuable investment. And, back then, in college, I just thought, like, yeah, she was so cute, if she was my girlfriend, if she came to my downtown condo and fucked me with her college woman pussy, yeah, I’d want to buy her lots of nice shit, too. But after college, they, like, broke up, she couldn’t get a job in the city and she had to move home, to like some farm in Indiana where she was from, and I was in grad school, and first she came to just, like visit, and then, she’s taking my virginity, she’s screwing my brains out all the time, I start doing better in school, she kinda decides to stay, I get the job I want after graduation, she moves in officially, gets her own job, goes to graduate school at night, she graduates, we get married, we honeymoon, we start having kids, and that was it. I was too busy or too happy to think about being unfaithful. And other than that sugar daddy in college, she’s just had me. But she says they never went on dates or talked like we talk or do the couple stuff that we did, that I was her first real relationship that did not feel like time and sex for things.”

Tai laughs at this. “It sounds like you’re real college sweethearts, with a few extra steps.”

Paul smiles. Agrees. Feels accepted. Seen. Heard.

Gets his wife on the phone.

Sarah is nerdier than Paul. With an early middle-age waddle under her chin, like a milfy favorite teacher might have. But her skin is still fine and clear and bright, her eyes big and blue, her hair whispy honey-brown, her glasses make her look bookish and intelligent.

“Hi Sarah, thanks for letting Paul come out and play tonight.”

“Oh, you’re welcome. I always say he needs to get out more often,” she says through the video call.

“Yeah, get wasted more often!” Paul interjects, taking a nervously deep draw of his Winter Ale.

“And he could use more male friends, too,” Sarah continues on, ignoring him but making a face with her eyes like she heard him clearly.

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“I always could use more male friends,” Tai says. “The older you get the harder it gets. No more roommates and instant friends.”

“No,” Sarah says, smiling to match Tai’s smile. “Well, I’m sorry I could not be there tonight. I am actually legitimately out of town, or I might be there. We get a lot of flakes since trying this, but I thought, Paul and I both thought, that you could be absolutely genuine.”

“I am absolutely genuine. Paul, show Sarah,” Tai says, flexing a bicep to its size and heft shows clearly under his short sleeve, “show her how real I am.” Paul understands what he’s being suggested to do, and Paul pats Tai’s bicep.

“Yep,” Paul says, looking into the camera briefly from the edge, but his hand staying resting on Tai’s muscle. “All real.” And then Paul takes his hand off Tai, and asks Tai to, “okay, hands of my wife,” and when Paul has taken his phone back from Tai, Paul is showing Sarah his diabolically giddy smile.

Tai was making Sarah feel excited. Paul’s delight is making Sarah feel relaxed. Her husband is more than okay with this. And she knows that she is so much more than okay with this.

Paul tells Sarah he will see her when she gets back to town tomorrow. Tai says bye to Sarah and blows a kiss, worried it’s too silly, but when Sarah blows a kiss back to him, and then to her husband, a big smile on her face, Tai knows they dig his vibe.

Two nerdy sensualists, seeking escape from monotony.

Tay looked them over, one real, one digital, and approved. Let’s take it to the next level.

Finishing their beers, paying the check. Handshakes. A bro hug. More banter, easer now with the tipsy beer feeling. With that bed-for-three-feeling, just out there ahead of them. The mystery of Sarah’s body and her sounds.

Walking to the curb, waiting for their rideshares.

A bond already forming between them.

“I should mention, you said you’re like, packing, on your profile,” Paul said.

Tai chuckles. “I don’t think I said that. I don’t give precise measurements, I think that’s tacky. But that one picture kinda shows it, that thickness by the base.”

Paul giggles, excited. “I might have a screenshot of that on my phone,” he says. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Sure,” Tai says, sincerely. “Happy souvenirs. Possibilities. I know if you didn’t like what you see, it wouldn’t be saved in your phone. Was that how you were going to find me? Make sure it was me? Come up to every guy in the men’s room—uh, excuse me?”

Paul laughs along while Tai teases him.

“It’s cool, bro, I get it, I’d want to do the same,” Tai reassures him. “You love a woman enough to marry her, to take care of her, you want to make sure she’s going to be safe, be protected, and still get the adventure you want. Like, you want to see her enjoying herself, right?”

“Absolutely,” Paul says.

“Hey, why don’t you play Racquetball with me at my club sometime soon? You play racquetball? Squash? Tennis? Pickleball?”

“You just naming racquet sports now? Uh, yeah, I play some tennis.”

“Come to my sport club with me, it’s not too far from here. Sometime soon, I’ll show you how to play racquetball, you’ll love it. I’ll play with my weaker hand, so we can have some fun.”

Paul found time two days later.

Tai had a full-time office job, but he considered that no more a day job supporting his real profession, being an amateur stunt cock for couples.

Paul seemed more interested in talking and complaining about work to Tai than to learning racquetball, but Tai kept it light and fun, and by working twice as hard, resulted in a fair sweat from both of them on the court.

When Tai extended an invitation to Paul to also use the locker room and this superior sport club’s superior products in the showers, Paul accepted, as Tai knew Paul would.

This was the part of their gym date that Paul had really come for.

Hoping, no doubt.

Tai enjoyed showing off the perks of the club and its men’s locker room for guests such as Paul. Tai did not tell Paul this, but he made it a habit to try to invite the husband of a couple to the gym for a game of racquet sports, a workout, a swim, whatever, to build closeness and camaraderie.

And to let the husband get a full look at what his wife is in store for.

What they are both signed up for.

Tai does not hesitate to get naked in front of Paul. In fact, he’s so comfortable, he’s nude and in the complimentary flip-flops before Paul has even gotten undressed. And then he’s leading the tour of the locker room for Paul, while Paul is clothed and Tai is casually fit and toned and naked.

“These are the showers, stocked with the premium products in these dispensers, labeled like so. Each has a seat to sit down, if need be.” Tai puts his leg up on the bench for some reason, like a pirate on a rum bottle, noticing Paul’s eyes go right to Tay’s cock, study it, then look away for a second, then look back.

“These are the complementary towels for after the shower. That is the steam room. That is the sauna. And don’t go through there. That’s the emergency exit, leads you to the ladies’ showers. Oh man, now that’s the locker room to be in, am I right? Man, can you think of that? All those women, getting undressed, getting showered, getting dry—getting wet,” Tai said suggestively, and sharing a laugh with Paul who had been listening.

“God, thinking of women in the showers, in the locker room, that’s turned me on my whole life,” Tai confessed, feeling the self-created erotic charge stiffening his penis. “Makes my dick start to get hard, you know?” Laughing, turning away so Paul can check out Tai’s dick again, see its stiffening to a half mast.

“Is that more than you’ve got, Paul?” Tai thinks to himself, well aware how naked he is and how clothed Paul still is. “Am I already bigger than you, even though I’m not fully erect, Paul? Who is hungrier for it, Paul? Who wants Sarah stretched around this more, her or you, Paul?” Tai thinks this but does not say it out loud. Though he thinks Paul could take hearing it. He thinks Paul would love hearing it.

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