"Y- you think Mike would agree to something like that? With a married woman? In front of her husband?" I asked nervously.
"I already know he wants to" Zoey said as she snickered.
I wanted to ask what she meant, what she'd spoken about with him that would have her convinced of something like that - but before I could, Zoey put her hand on my cock and started to stroke it firmly.
Any questions I had for her went out the window as the intensity of the sensation so quickly after ejaculation overwhelmed me and caused me to jolt up and down.
Stuck between pain and pleasure, I was surprised to see timid little Zoey smiling at my suffering. I was well and truly hard again, and when that was clear - Zoey stopped.
"Sorry, hehe. Just teasing" Zoey said as she giggled.
She then gently put her mouth on my cock and began to slobber all over it with her tongue, gently lathering it as she tugged on it with her hands. Her strokes were affectionate, loving my cock as if it was her cherished possession. Despite having cum less than half an hour ago, it took me no time at all to rope another one out.
In the aftermath, I wondered what had come over my wife, having never been the type to give me blowjobs - and having been so bad at them.
I questioned where these had come from, both the skill and the will. Was she changing? And if so - was I okay with this change? How would I be affected by this change? I kept these questions to myself as we continued into the night confessing our love for one another.
I woke up next morning thinking that it was all an elaborate dream. Zoey and I didn't talk about it again, and I didn't want to be the one to bring it up. But later that day:
"So, I messaged Mike" Zoey prompted over the dinner table.
I could hardly swallow my food - the strike of reality had become lodged in my throat.
"I invited him for coffee at ours on Saturday, just a friendly catchup and for him to meet you. I didn't say anything about- you know, 'our arrangement'. Figured it was best to ask in person" Zoey continued as I felt my heart racing again.
"I uhm- I don't think I could ask him myself" I said sheepishly.
"Then I'll give you a cue, you pop out to the bathroom - you come back to an answer. That okay?" Zoey was very blasé.
I had to take a huge gulp of water before I could speak, even then only managing to mutter "O-okay".
The weekend came very slowly. I had too many sleepless nights trying to picture Zoey in Mike's arms whilst simultaneously feeling humiliated by it all. By the time it was D-Day, it was a mercy putting my mind to rest. My hands were jittery - I couldn't tell if that was from the nerves or the lack of sleep.
Zoey seemed nervous too, right up to the moment in which Mike arrived at the door. At that exact moment, Zoey was just her usual friendly self welcoming a good friend inside our home.
Mike was even bigger in person. Not all giants like him are intimidating, but he was an intimidating giant both in size and demeanor. To be more exact, he was a friendly giant to Zoey - laughing easily and almost a bit goofy - but an intimidating giant with me. He kept his replies short and concise for me, making it abundantly clear that he wanted to keep his attention on Zoey.
None of my jokes landed with him, he didn't initiate any conversations with me, and Zoey certain didn't do much to help our tensions ease. And so I felt like I had retracted into a corner, becoming a third wheel inside my own home.
As I began to space out from the conversation, Zoey tapped on the kitchen table where we were sat as she looked into my eyes. That was the cue.
I excused myself and tripped over my own foot as I headed to the bathroom. I was in shatters - a complete wreck.
I got into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face to freshen up. I stared into the bathroom mirror thinking about how long I'd need to be gone for. What must've been 5, 10 minutes felt like an eternity with my heart beating so fast. My patience wore thin, so I barged out and walked back to find my wife and Mike laughing away.
They both looked at me, but my eyes turned to Mike first as I sought to gauge his reaction. I felt shame, as his eyes scanned me up and down with a sombre look on his face. His look was one of contempt, and the regrets started to kick in.
"So," Zoey said as she interrupted my thoughts.
"Mike has... agreed"
Zoey looked at me as she appeared to mime with her mouth 'are you sure', to which I instinctively nodded. I wasn't actually sure, but I was feeling pressured. Pressure from whom? Maybe from Mike, maybe from Zoey, maybe from myself. Separate to this, at least a part of me was feeling intimidated as Mike was a very domineering man. Even at the prospect of him domineering his way into my wife, I was too afraid to interject.
Mike suddenly stood up and grabbed Zoey's hand to forcefully pull her up, merely saying "Let's go" before leaning down to carry her on his shoulder.
Zoey looked like a little doll, as light as a feather in Mike's arms. Her eyes widened, and she looked like she was panicking as she looked at me for help. I interpreted her message to me as a clear 'what the fuck is happening? Are you gonna let this happen?', but was too terrified of this man to stop it.
Mike found his way to our martial bedroom, which had me immediately question why he would need to take her to the bedroom for just a blowjob. Still, I couldn't speak up and just quietly followed.
Mike wasted no time in lifting Zoey up, Mike holding Zoey up by her ass on his arms as she was leaned in to kiss him. I felt a sinking feeling not felt since Oscar's cum poured out of Zoey's mouth. I bore witness to the passion between my wife and Mike, who had every appearance of years-long lovers. As Zoey gasped for breaths in between the air-tight intertwining of mouth, tongue and saliva, I realized that we hadn't discussed enough about boundaries. Kissing, I realized, was in many ways much more personal than a blowjob - and thus should have been out of bounds.
Too late now, as they finished kissing and Zoey looked longingly into Mike's eyes. My wife was hooked onto his spell, triggering everything within her that made her captive to him.
Mike put Zoey down and had her kneel as he very quickly whipped out his cock. Like a pitch-black python, it slithered out to Zoey's shocked gasp. I too, was stunned. I considered Zoey lucky that we had only agreed to a blowjob - there was no way something like that could fit inside her. Zoey looked back and forth, switching between me, the cock, and mike's eyes.
Smiling, Mike put his monstrous cock on Zoey's cute little face which only accentuated just how big it was. Girth alone took up half her face, whereas the length went a fair bit past her head. It was truly a piece fitting the size of the man it was attached to.
In between Zoey and I's shocked reaction, I noticed that Zoey's breathing had intensified greatly as she seemed to be sniffing and snorting at Mike's cock on her face. Suddenly, she stopped and turned to look at me. She nervously gripped onto Mike's cock whilst still switching back and forth between me, the cock, and Mike's eyes. It was clear she was unnerved and I felt obliged to stop this now, thinking Zoey had been taken out of her comfort zone. But before I could work up the courage to speak, Mike spoke first.
"She's not comfortable with you here. Get out for a bit."
Flabbergasted that he would make such a suggestion in my own home, I chuckled and looked to Zoey but found her nodding her head.
"Just for a bit... just til I get used to it a bit more. Maybe go and pick up some more coffee for us from that café down the road?" Zoey said.
I was too taken aback to say anything in response to Zoey, too terrified of Mike to speak out against him. Like an idiot, I tucked my erect cock away and headed out for that coffee. Everything was a blur - my body was running the errand whilst my mind was still trapped inside my bedroom.
Upon walking down the hallway to approach our apartment door, I heard a faint sound of loud voices coming from our door. 'No way' I thought, but still it added a sense of urgency. Entering the apartment, it became clear that the sounds were indeed coming from our bedroom.
To say that the screaming voice was that of Zoey's, it certainly didn't resemble the kind of voice I was used to from my wife. This appeared to be a bestial crying and growling, a sort of expression of complete depravity in a rhythmical fashion. Every now and then, I heard a deep male voice grunting with it.
I approached our bedroom to find the door closed, now the noises clearer than before. I hesitated in opening the door as I was afraid of what I might see. I tried to think of all the ways it couldn't be what I thought it was. Maybe they put some porn on to get Zoey in the mood?
I felt broken. What was really happening inside, and what was I to do now?
The noises continued and I couldn't hold off any longer. I gently put my hand on the doorknob and turned it, hoping to sneak in without drawing too much attention to myself.
And thus it was revealed; it was indeed Mike's huge body was crushing itself onto my wife - over and over like a tidal wave eroding away at the rocks. His enormous cock was thrusting itself into my wife's pussy without any regard for her size - the walls of her insides being pulled in and out by the friction of his girth. His size was obscene, and the scene of Mike's cock coming in and out of such a tight space barely clinging on was an almost terrifying image.
