"Glug glug glug glug..."
Stan was dumbfounded and completely lost for words. He had no idea what to make of this - how to process it all.
In front of him was his laptop, its screen playing the scenes of a pretty redheaded lady violently colliding her throat into an enormous black cock.
She effortlessly guzzled it down, making swift work of such a monument.
Her mouth and throat, however, felt the tensions of the strain - its biological limits were being pushed past its limit. As such, her body sounded the alarm like the strings of a violin being pulled apart. "Glug glug glug glug!"
These sounds rung through Stan's soul and into his heart, causing Stan to confuse his rising heartbeat to the sounds of the woman's throat.
The woman's face was severely distorted by the sheer volume of the member that barely fit in her mouth, as well as her face being covered in all kinds of bodily fluids. The combination of the two factors were like thin veils over her face, enough to disguise her identity for someone who didn't know her very well. But for Stan - the lush red hair, the cutesy freckles on her face and shoulders, the now teary-eyed deep blue eyes above the perky, supple tits and a sophisticated gaze that always appears as though she's always lost in thought?
Stan was more familiar with this woman's appearance than anyone else in the world, so Stan couldn't make any attempts to deny it. The woman in the video was indeed Felicity, his wife.
It happened by chance as Felicity borrowed Stan's laptop for some work, accidentally leaving her account logged in before returning it to Stan. Stan merely thought he was accessing his own cloud when he'd discovered Felicity's.
In it was a whole folder full of videos, seemingly so benign that Stan only clicked on one to see what work she'd been up to.
You see, Felicity was by every indicator a very serious woman. Since childhood, she had her eyes set on an accomplished career. This drive is what landed her in her current position as a partner lawyer at a big law firm in her mid-30s.
Stan and Felicity only met in their late 20s, but Stan, along with all her friends and family, was certainly led to believe that Felicity was always too focussed on her career goals to party or go wild. So even in that moment of shock, Stan wondered where she'd learned to guzzle a man's cock with such depravity - and - why she'd never shown that kind of side to him.
Realizing soon that his priorities had been misplaced, Stan took a closer look to realize that the glasses Felicity was wearing in the video weren't a set he was familiar with. Upon an even closer inspection, she looked younger here than she does now.
The breadcrumbs were being laid. Stan closed the video to proceed to open other files within the folder at random. By chance, this time he opened up a photo of Felicity and Wes cuddled up together for a photo of their platonic embrace.
Stan let out a huge sigh of relief. Naturally, Stan was afraid Felicity might have been cheating on him. But no; Stan was already familiar with Wes, Felicity's ex-boyfriend before Stan and Felicity had met.
And so this collection was clearly a memento of their time together rather than evidence of an affair. While Stan had every reason to be upset at the sight of seeing his wife with another man, it wasn't so devastating that his marriage was over.
And so Stan was greenlit to continue further into this curiosity that might kill the cat. He opened another photo to find Felicity's face covered by Wes's massive cock, its commanding size dominating over half of Felicity's pale and petite face.
Despite her face being mostly covered, Felicity's smile from underneath was shining through like sunlight beaming down through the thickest of clouds. She looked the happiest he'd ever seen her. Stan was feeling jealous. Jealous of Wes's size? Sure. Jealous of what Felicity was doing for Wes's cock? Sure. But most of all, Felicity's stern, joyless demeanour seemed completely broken as her face laid under Wes's powerful, veiny cock. Her glee so pure and linear, Stan even wondered if she was so happy on their wedding day.
Yes, Stan was jealous of how happy Wes had made her. What did Wes have that Stan didn't? What could Stan be doing differently? Would Stan ever be enough for Felicity? Or was it all just...
That. The monstrous fuck-pole laid over Felicity's face, the luminosity of which had given indication of how much affection Felicity had given it before the photo was taken. This tool was made for sex. To beguile a woman beyond her senses and prep her for the receipt of all his masculinity, whose womb would yearn for the breeding of his offspring. The veiny mass of the thing appealed to any woman of child-bearing age that this was man who would produce strong, healthy offspring. Stan just couldn't compete.
Stan felt an explosive urge - one that he didn't understand. Much to his confusion, he realised that he was intensely aroused.
Against all better judgement, Stan downloaded that entire folder before Felicity could see what he'd discovered. Fearful as Felicity was still in the house, Stan hid the downloaded folder amongst a stash of his work files to disguise them and put his laptop away.
Stan walked out of the room as if nothing had happened, composing himself the best he could. Felicity was no dummy - she knew something was up - Stan looked shaken up and jittery.
"Are you okay honey?" Felicity asked with a comforting smile.
"Yeah, yeah. Just feeling a bit tired. I think I might be coming down with something" Stan replied as he questioned himself on why he'd choose to lie to his wife.
Felicity lovingly stroked Stan's face as she pulled a look of sympathy, adding "Awww, you poor thing! Go and rest up a bit my big man, I'll make dinner"
Felicity turned away and into the kitchen, peeking back out the door briefly to add; "But you'd better not give me anything! I've got an important meeting with the partners tomorrow!" she stated sternly.
But in that moment, Stan's mind started overlapping Felicity's loving looks towards Stan to Felicity as she was under Wes's manhood. Stan's cock responded first, pulling his body towards Felicity. Stan grabbed onto Felicity from the back, signalling to her of his intentions through the bulge on his pants.
"Men! That's all you ever think about! Even when you're sick!" Felicity said as she giggled.
Felicity turned around to accept Stan's embrace but stopped Stan's lips from approaching hers.
"Like I said, I've got an important meeting tomorrow"
Felicity undid her office skirt she never managed to get changed out of since getting home, throwing them down before pulling down her panties and perching herself onto the kitchen countertop. Her legs open and her clean-shaven, pink pussy exposed, she grinned.
"Make it quick, I'm hungry"
Stan undressed his bottoms quickly and held onto Felicity as he entered her and started pumping away whilst looking into her eyes. He analysed her intensely - what was she thinking?
Felicity had a look of subtle pleasures mixed in with love in her eyes. Stan didn't doubt it for a moment that Felicity loved him very much. But as he quickly escalated and pulled his cock out to cum on her white blouse, he concluded - nothing he did made her look as happy as Wes did in that photo.
"Well, that needed a wash anyway" Felicity said in mild annoyance.
"Happy now, big boy? Can I get back to cooking?" Felicity said in jest as she turned away.
Stan gave Felicity a loving kiss on her neck, to which Felicity once again responded with jovially; "Germs! Away!"
Stan laid down on the couch with the TV on. His eyes were indeed set upon the TV, but he wasn't watching. His mind was back with Felicity's mementos. Though he'd just been sexually satisfied by his wife, he laid there still biding for the time to get back to her past without arousing any suspicions from her. Stan was too obsessed to confront why he had such an attraction towards it.
