Thank you, Luvtoshareher, for the edits!
This story is the second part of a series; I recommend reading Part 1 first but not completely necessary. The next couple of sentences will catch you up with the story.
The short drive home from the bookstore was exhilarating. At one point, I thought my head would explode, with everything running through it. I had just gotten the best blow job ever! The blow job was from a stranger. Not only was it a stranger but another man; I sucked my first cock; swallowed a massive load of cum; I had the sticky residue of a black man's cum drying on my face; watched a movie of my wife giving blowjobs, and been videoed sucking cock and found out by my wife. All in about only 30 minutes. I had gone from being a straight normal guy to a cocksucker. The thing is, I have never been so excited in my life. My cock was still straining at the zipper.
I got home. I was glad to know the boys were at soccer and wouldn't be home for hours. My daughter was spending the weekend with a friend. I went straight upstairs to the bedroom, stripped, and climbed into the shower. With some hesitation, I washed the cum, from my face. It felt I was wearing it like a medal or an acknowledgment that I drained it from a cock, not just a cock but a larger-than-life black cock. I then realized how much my knees and jaw both ached. I would take some Ibprophen when I got out of the shower. Drying off and dressing, my mind was still in a whirl. What just happened. I needed a drink; going downstairs, I poured myself a double gin and tonic and crashed on the couch.
I had turned on golf and immediately fell asleep. I guess cock sucking takes it all out of you. About an hour and a half later, I hear Marci's car in the drive. I sat up as she walked in the door. What a mess, her hair looked like someone had taken a leaf blower to it, she had what had to be streams of cum matted in it, blotches of dried cum over her face, her makeup looked like it had been applied in a rainstorm, with long gooey streaks of mascara streaming from her eyes. Her lipstick was smeared all over her face, she was only wearing torn stockings, no dress, and she appeared to be covered in cum from head to toe, and her knees looked like they had been sitting in beet juice.
I said, "you look like hell."
She responded, "I need a bath; we can talk later; please pour me a drink."
As I poured, she asked, "have you ever heard of a "blow-bang."
I said, "No!"
"It's wonderful," she replied. Explaining what it was
She started to fill the tub; as it was filling, she stripped off her stockings and threw them in the trashcan.
I was in awe. My wife, who reluctantly gave blowjobs, and according to her hated cum, had just been the center of attention in a blow-bang. My emotions were in turmoil. She had given blowjobs to strangers, but not to me, even on my birthday. I was angry, hurt, jealous, but most of all excited. My cock was as hard as steel, once again as it tented in my shorts.
I asked, "how did we get here?"
She then began to relay the following story:
She said, "Last Saturday, I was looking for a birthday present for you. After looking in all the local stores, nothing had appealed to me. I started home. I figured I would order something online. As I passed the adult book store, it hit me; our sex life had been in the doldrums, maybe I would find something to spark it up. So, I stopped."
She continued, "When I entered, instantly I realized that I had made a mistake. I was the only woman in the store, and I felt like a rack of hanging meat with a herd of cats surrounding me. The manager wandered over and asked if I needed help. I explained I was looking for a birthday present for my husband. He asked if I had anything in particular in mind. I said no, not really, maybe some lingerie and a movie. He pointed me in the direction of the lingerie, and as we headed over that way, I gasped at the size of some of the dildos, saying no one could have one that big and it wouldn't fit. He asked what kind of movies interested me. I responded, nothing too kinky. He informed if I wanted to view some samples, there were booths in the back that I could watch some movies. I said I couldn't go back there. I didn't want anyone to see me. He then pulled a black mask off the rack,
He said,
"Put this on. It will give you artificial courage, and no one will know it's you."
Taking the mask, I put it on. The manager then escorted me to booths.
I asked, "Was a fee involved."
He said. "Not for you, beautiful."
I blushed, I think. We walked to a series of booths in the back. One booth had a green light over the door. Opening the door revealed a poorly lit cubical, a chair, and a video screen. He then showed me how to operate the video machine.
As he exited, he said. "Call if you need anything. My favorite is number 9."
Sitting down, I started scrolling through the videos; there were men sucking men, women on women, and of course, men on women. None of the movies seemed to have a dialogue or plot. I made it to video 9. It was a woman in a booth similar to the one I was now sitting in. The woman was sucking a huge cock through a hole. It intrigued me, a cock without an identity. I couldn't look away from the video. The cock was abnormal in size (as far as I knew). Pulsating, the cock shot streams of cum in her mouth. I was mesmerized and was getting quite aroused. The woman started licking on another cock, much smaller.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a brief flash of light. I then saw the hole for the first time. I could see a video starting up on the screen. It was the same one that I was watching. I tried to look back at my movie, and I thought I saw movement. Then, all of a sudden, the hole went dark. There was just enough light from my video, that I could see a long, limp dick hanging through the hole."
I was in shock; this doesn't happen unless it's in the movies. I couldn't move my eyes away; The cock just twitched and slowly grew in girth and length. I struggled with the notion of; should I touch it or not. Still semi-flaccid, it was, without a doubt, the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life. I then heard someone say touch it. Internally, I knew this was wrong, but my curiosity was getting the better of me. I reached out and ran my forefinger along the side of it. The dick jerked up and immediately grew an inch more, still not fully erect. I figured it would hurt anyone if I just gave it a stroke or two. I struggled to get my hand around it. The cock grew harder and longer. I gave it a couple of stokes and was going to stop and leave. I then heard the voice of the manager. It was him on the other side.
"Suck it, Bitch," he stammered."
I didn't want to. I don't like sucking cock, I said to myself. I was compelled by the twitching and bouncing movements the cock was making. I leaned over and kissed the top of the mushroom head.
He said, "I said suck it, Bitch."
I don't know if it was the size of cock in front of my face, or a new submissive response, or fear. But in any case, I wrapped my lips around that large throbbing member. I started to move slowly up and down the cock. I felt the ridge of the head, the veins pulsing with blood flow. I pushed down on the cock with my mouth. I was only about down two inches. When I heard."
