This story is based on an unfinished series by Karenkay. Unfortunately many of her stories were left similarly. It really is a shame because her stuff is just amazing. I have repeatedly reached out to ask permission with no response. I will happily remove this story at the author's request. I liked this story because it was well written and to the point. I tried to do my best to give this story some closure and keep it in the same tone as the rest of the tale.
Once again this story is entirely mine and I am responsible for any and all errors!
Continued from https://www.literotica.com/s/watching-cheryl-ch-02
Watching Cheryl - Consequences
Chapter 3
The room was completely dark and eerily quiet. I fumbled around trying to not create too much noise. I was so anxious to see what Mike and my wife were up to that I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest!
"Honey? Cheryl? Mike? Anyone here?" I called out before I finally found the light switch. I was shaking with nerves as I couldn't handle the anticipation any longer.
Just as the light filled the room I instantly realized I was in fact all alone. The bed was empty and the two bottles of wine from earlier were still on the coffee table.
"I wonder where they went, probably to go find more booze," I loosened the buttons on my shirt and pulled my belt off. I was just going to wait for them to get back.
I grabbed the remote and flipped the tv on. I was hoping that I could catch the end of the game. I got a beer from the mini fridge and plopped into bed.
It took me a second to realize, but the middle of the bed was soaked!
"What the hell?" I said to myself. I scooted over and took note of the huge wet spot soaking the white fitted sheet. My penis perked up at the realization that it was in fact fresh cum. It was hard evidence that my wife had probably been fucked in that very spot!
"Holy shit! She did it!" I couldn't stop smiling and now my penis was throbbing. I jumped out of bed and started scanning the room. I needed more proof to confirm my suspicions. I saw my wife's overnight bag on the dresser.
I searched the bag and found an open box of condoms. I was familiar with the brand as these were the exact rubbers I used until I got snipped.
"Good, at least they were safe," I whispered. Cheryl was probably still quite fertile and it would be pretty hard to explain if she gave birth to Mike's baby! Everyone would know that it wasn't mine, for obvious reasons.
The seal on the box was ripped open and I immediately noticed three of the twelve packets were missing. There was a part of me that wished my wife was on birth control so they could do it without the barrier. It was so much hotter to imagine my wife fucking Mike unprotected and having him cum inside her.
"Fuck, I can't believe I missed it!" I started looking around for more evidence. I found Cheryl's dirty lace thong in her bag. It was definitely the panties she was wearing earlier, the crotch was soaked in her cum. I took a big whiff of them and stuffed them into my pocket.
"She must've been soaked," I closed my eyes and remembered how sexy she looked wearing them. I knew my wife's pussy would get incredibly wet when she was horny. The gusset was full of a thick cream, much more than I had ever seen.
I caught a glimpse of the open condom wrapper laying on the floor next to the bed. A blanket was partially covering it. I pushed the covers aside, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the used condom laying on the floor.
Without thinking I picked it to take a closer look. It was completely unfurled and stretched out. The thin latex condom was ripped down the middle, completely destroyed..
"Wow, he must be HUGE," I muttered under my breath. These condoms had always worked well for me, I never had a problem with one of them failing or tearing. There was a small garbage can a foot or two away from the bed. I looked inside and saw two more foil packets and two similarly ruined rubbers.
I inspected each one, the first was all stretched out, the next one had the bottom ring ripped off causing a failure about halfway up. The latex was stretched so thin it was practically see through. The third and final condom appeared to be in perfect condition, other than the fact that the entire tip was gone. Once again it was showing signs of significant damage along the entire perimeter.
"I can't believe it!" I said in disbelief. I had no idea how or if my tiny wife could handle something so big! I'm almost six inches long with the girth of about two fingers and Cheryl had always been very tight for me. I couldn't imagine her taking something so large!
I laid out all three condoms and my wife's panties on the bed right below the thick puddle of cum. My dick was so hard it was throbbing as the reality of the situation sunk in. I tried my best to imagine what had transpired and I was completely aroused.
"Where did all of his cum go? Maybe he pulled out and shot it on her tits, or something," I couldn't help but imagine my wife covered in cum. I knew there was no way Cheryl would take such a huge risk and let some stranger have sex with her unprotected, but I also knew how excited she was to finally get a chance to have sex with Mike.
The wet spot on the bed couldn't be only from my wife's own lubrication. I knew for a fact that she would get very wet when she was excited, but never this much. Although I guess it could be possible. She had soaked quite a few beds over the years. I had even gotten her to squirt a few times.
The cum was still warm and sticky. It looked a little like my own ejaculation, but there was just so much of it. I could maybe produce a teaspoon or two of sperm when I came, this looked like a lot more than that! I had to figure out what happened.
The blanket looked dry and there weren't any towels around the bed. I didn't see any tissues in the trash can either. I did spot a quarter sized dollop of thick fluid next to the bed, followed by another, and another, that led to the bathroom. Each drop was a little bit bigger than the last. I saw a few more smears on the bathroom floor leading to the toilet.
The trail picked backup as it then led to the oversized glass shower stall. It had obviously been used as it was still dripping wet. There were two wet towels hanging on hooks by the door. It seemed like Mike must've blasted his load all over Cheryl and she had to take a shower to clean it off.
I opened the door and looked closely at the floor. There was a trail of white cream dripping down the front of the shower bench. An even bigger puddle was right at the edge. It was probably just out of range for the shower stream to reach.
I stuck my finger in the puddle and swirled it around. It was definitely semen, and a lot of it. I scooped it up into my palm and took a big whiff. It smelled very strong and masculine, much more potent than my own. Curiosity got the best of me as I couldn't help but stick my tongue out and taste it.
My dick got even harder as I lapped it up like a kitten with a saucer of milk. It tasted a little bitter and salty, but it had a bit of sweetness too. I slurped it up and let the thick fluid soak my mouth.
I was having trouble thinking straight as I gobbled up the lukewarm semen. I dropped my shorts and rubbed Mike's cum all over my penis and balls. I scooped up more and continued costing myself in another man's cum.
In no time flat I was jerking off feverishly using Mike's cum. I was so excited and overstimulated that I couldn't help but cum. My own seed dribbled out over my knuckles, dripping to the cold tile floor below. It was an incredible orgasm as I braced myself from falling over.
After coming down to earth from one of the best orgasms of my life I started to think more clearly. With my sterile sperm running down the drain instead of controlling my thoughts came mental clarity. Panic and regret overwhelmed me as I began to reconsider all the events that led my wife, the mother of my children, into the arms of another man in a different way.
I had to call her and put a stop to this madness! I rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed my phone. I noticed that I had five missed calls and a half dozen text messages. They were all from Cheryl, I hadn't even noticed as I had my phone on silent.
I read the first message, "hey babe, where are you?" It was sent about a half hour after I left her alone last night.
The second, "babe, seriously, I need you. I'm starting to have my doubts, please come back!" That was sent a few minutes after the first.
"OMG babe, we got started without you! I can't believe how huge Mike is! Please, hurry back!" She included a picture of herself naked in bed. I could see Mike in the background in the bathroom mirror.
"It happened, we did it! And it was INCREDIBLE! Where the fuck are you???"
The next message was just a short video, it looked like Mike had taken over. It was a shot of my wife's head as she bobbed up and down on Mike's colossal cock. I could tell Cheryl was enamored with it. A pit formed in my stomach
I couldn't believe what I was looking at in the next message. Once again Mike was behind the lens as he took a picture down his muscular torso. He had all but an inch or two stuffed inside Cheryl as she sat on top of him. The look on her face was of total ecstasy. That's when I noticed it was actually a series of pictures. I was relieved to see the latex rubber ring wrapped tightly around his wrist thick cock.
I was in complete shock at the lewd images. Mike looked like the perfect counterpart to my wife's sexual needs. The sense of overwhelming joy and delight on her face was like nothing I had ever seen before.
Finally I flipped to the last message, "well you missed it... twice actually, lol. Mike wanted to go dancing, we'll be back later! Love you!" There was one final picture included in the message. It was a shot of Mike and my wife standing together in the big mirror by the door.
Cheryl looked like a high class call girl in her tight form fitting dress. Her big tits stood up proud and obviously free of a bra. The tiny dress only hit a few inches below her thick round ass.
Mike towered several inches over my wife, he looked like a giant in comparison. He had his thick muscled arm around Cheryl's waist and she had her dainty white hand on his chest. I could see her wedding set glinting from the light above.
Mike had a big smile and I could easily see a substantial bulge in the crotch of his gray slacks. His button down shirt had the top few buttons undone exposing his strong chest.
They looked so happy and satisfied. I could see how my wife was melting into Mike's huge form. Mike for his part looked very cocky and self assured.
God, this was getting too real. I had to talk to my wife and get her out of here now. I dialed her number and the phone just rang and rang, with no answer. I was getting really upset as I dialed her number three more times with no response.
"Cheryl? Where the fuck are you?" I texted her angrily. "Please call me back, I want to go home!" I followed. Once again, no response. I started reviewing her previous messages and pictures, in total disbelief of what I was seeing. I also couldn't deny how sexy they looked together.
I drank three more beers as I waited and waited for a response. It was now well past midnight, I was getting pretty drunk and really tired. I laid down on the spare bed and passed out. I snoozed soundly in the cool clean sheets and soft bed. I was just completely drained both mentally and emotionally.
Several hours later I was stirred from my slumber as the hotel room door slammed shut. I peeked my eyes open and spotted the silhouettes of my wife and Mike. The enormous black man was carrying my wife as she wrapped her arms and legs around his huge body. I could see his black hands holding her naked ass. The tiny black dress was pulled up and bunched around her waist.
"Mmmm, that was amazing," my wife slurred drunkenly. "That was the most fun I've had in a long time. John hates dancing!" They kissed more as Mike held my wife over the other bed.
