I awoke with a heavy headache, eyes stinging and stomach in churn. I drank too much scotch last night, that was for certain. Worse, I had forgotten to mitigate the impending damage with any water. I also pumped out several orgasms, which had drained me of my testosterone. My physical ailments paled in comparison to what my real strife was, however. The memory of last night flooded back with unforgiving potency.
I glanced to my left, apparently Elizabeth had already awoken and left the room. The sound of the television slowly broke through the haze of my hangover, and I eventually realized she was downstairs. My wife had cuckolded me last night. The memory of it made me dizzy and flush with aroused confusion. Years of an unscratched itch had led to an explosion of interracial, extramarital lust. I was admittedly a willing participant in her dalliance. I don't know why, really. I suppose over our years together a lingering perversion had arisen in my mind as well. Deep down I knew she wanted to bed a well hung black man. Her years away at college had allowed her a window seat into that kind of sex. Her roommate at the time had craved it, cuckolding her own boyfriend regularly.
I began to slowly reach out for the cellphone on my nightstand. I swallowed nervously as I opened the text from Elizabeth, that fateful text. The video was still there, brief in duration but eternal in its consequence. His cock was massive, truly. I had seen the sort on occasion in porn, but to think this kind of hung cock would one day fuck my wife. It was incomprehensible, yet it was now my reality. I watched as Elizabeth's beautifully large tits bounced sexily as she took him. Her harrowing moans sent chills down my spine all over again. The video ended. I took a deep breath, noticing to my returning shame that my dick was as hard as a rock. Somehow, I pressed play again.
After watching it two more times I looked up to see her standing there, half in the doorway. She looked radiant, to be honest, beautiful in her bathrobe and without make-up on. She was smiling in greeting, having caught me viewing her video.
"Do you like that movie?" she asked, voice sweet - tinged with embarrassment. "We should probably delete it." She quickly added.
I fumbled with the phone in my own embarrassment, finally tossing it to the side. "Good morning." I managed.
We were silent for a moment, but she spoke. "I love you Steve." she continued to stand there, observing me. I sensed some hesitation on her part, she was clearly unsure as to how I was feeling about last night.
"I love you too." I replied, smiling. "Come here." I patted the bedside, masking my physical pain and my mental anguish.
She walked over to me slowly, tits bouncing beneath the silk of her robe. God she was gorgeous. She eventually sat down next to me on the bed, blushing deeply as she spoke.
The gravity of the situation seemed to hit her all at once. "I can't believe I did it." She covered her face with her hands, her voice somewhat emotional.
"We did it." I corrected her, gently removing those hands from her face and then holding them. "I encouraged you." I paused, thinking on my next words. "Look, Lizzy. It was super fucking hot." I shook my head, unable to believe it actually happened.
I continued, "I know you've been fantasizing about that for while." I paused. "I think I've kind of fantasized about it too."
"Really?" She replied, sheepishly.
"Look, I know I'm not the biggest guy in the worl-"
She cut me off. "Steve, I love your dick, and I love having sex with you, and most importantly I love you! Don't you dar-"
"C'mon babe. I know you love me, but that's not what this is about. I see the kind of porn you like. I saw you in that insanely hot video you texted to me." I said, pointing back to my phone. "I'm not naive."
She blushed deeper, admitting, "I... had fun."
The next questions were harder to ask, but they aroused me all the same.
"Did..." I sighed, pausing and shaking my head. It was an insane question to ask but I did nonetheless. "Did, he cum in you?" I took a deep breath, continuing. "How many times did you...?"
She pulled away, covering her face with her hands again, seemingly mortified.
"Stop Liz, it's done - you fucked him. Tell me the details."
She fought to find the words, but eventually regained her composure. "It was so dumb not to use condoms." She muttered under her breath, seemingly aghast with herself. "It all happened so fast."
I began breathing heavily at her retelling, I was impossibly aroused - but equally horrified. At that instant I was immensely thankful Lizzy had never lapsed on her birth control.
She continued, "But... No. He didn't cum in me."
I sighed in relief, stupidly, as if that was the dividing line in this equation. "Where did he cum?" I asked, desperate to know. This perversion was getting a hold of me faster than I'd have liked to admit. I wasn't sure why Elizabeth fucking this well hung NFL player had aroused me to such an extent, but it was intoxicating in its eroticism.
"Steve..."
I leaned in and kissed her passionately, mashing my tongue into her mouth with little tact. Moments later I came to my senses, pulling back. "Tell me." I pleaded.
She was surprised by my aggression, smiling at me with wide eyes. She continued, slowly "He came on my tummy, he came on my tits." She paused, "He came everywhere." She smiled wickedly, glancing down at my small tent beneath the bed sheets.
She continued, less concerned by her words and more emboldened by my arousal. "Honestly Steve, I lost count of how many times I came. I was naked in his bed for hours, it was non-stop." She began playing with my dick over the tenting bed sheets.
"Jesus." I managed, breathlessly. My arousal had reached a fever pitch. I leaned in and ripped her robe open, causing her large tits to spill out. My mind reeled as the imagery of another mans seed splattered all over them. I kissed her deeply on the lips, pulling her on top of me.
She immediately realized what my intentions were. "Oh. I see what you want." She bit her lip as she mounted me, peeling back her robe as she did.
"Be gentle baby, my pussy is really sore." She leaned in and kissed me on my neck, burying her face into my shoulder, grinding back and forth on my crotch. My dick was now nestled between the cheeks of her ass.
She turned her face towards mine and the warmth of her breath began tickling my cheeks, she whispered, "I really am sore Steve. He stretched me out with his big cock."
I suddenly convulsed, as cum shot out of my dick and across her rump. I clutched into her waist as my orgasm coursed through me. I couldn't believe her words alone had garnered this reaction from me.
"Oh my." My wife turned, looking back at her splattered ass. "This really turns you on, doesn't it? You've never done that before." She smiled lovingly at me, and kissed me deep. "Does this mean you want me to see him again?"
Two weeks later, she did.
Elizabeth and I had incredible sex leading up to their next encounter. Her escapade at his house, my cuckolding - was an intoxicating spark to our sex life. She would tease me about his size, his stamina, but always in a way that enhanced arousal - not in a way that humiliated.
When the night of their next date finally arrived, I couldn't keep my hands off her. This was especially true when she revealed that she was going bra-less yet again and wearing the set of lace panties that I loved. It was a complete mind melter to see her wearing them for another man.
As she kissed me goodbye she grabbed my crotch and said, "Behave yourself. We are coming back here tonight." My eyes darted open, but before I had a chance to reply she kissed again, deeply. "I love you. I'll be back soon."
I stood there, dumbfounded, watching as the door closed behind her. I felt a panic at the thought of them returning to the house, but that feeling soon gave way to excitement. What the fuck was wrong with me? Muscle memory allowed me to compose a scotch, and I soon found myself back in the chair, sipping on my drink and watching a game on the television. My wife was out on another date with her bull, and it was insane to think about.
It was only a couple hours that had passed before the lock to the door turned. My first instinct was to stand but I decided to stay seated, clutching my third glass of scotch. My wife was the first through the door, looking gorgeous in her black dress, her bra-less tits were bouncing sexily as she smiled at me. Her hair appeared damp and disheveled, her skin glowing from activity. Behind her was Freddy. Needless to say it was a shock to see him again, especially after what had occurred, especially knowing what was going to occur. He looked even larger than I recalled at the party last month. He was wearing slacks and a snugly fitted dress shirt, accenting an admittedly muscular torso.
"Hey babe." Elizabeth spoke excitedly, putting her purse down on the kitchen counter and moving towards me. I could tell she was masking some embarrassment, some trepidation. Freddy was following immediately behind her - but his expression was more stoic. She leaned in and kissed me deeply, her face was flush and her breath hot. "Hey. Have a good time?" I offered, trying my best to maintain a composed tone of voice.
