His Wifes Anniversary Gift

Note: this story has elements of voyeurism, willing cuckold, cock worship, and bisexuality. If that isn't your cup of tea, move on to the next one. Otherwise, happy wanking.

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Jacob Tennan listened to the doorbell chime with a nervous knot in the pit of his belly. He squeezed his hands to keep them from trembling, clearing his throat once and then again. This was really happening. After years of discussion, months of planning... he could hardly believe that they'd actually arrived at this moment. He paced across the front hall three times before he could get up the courage to answer the door.

On their suburban step was a tall, chiseled hunk of a man that somehow managed to outdo his own photographs. In his mid-thirties, he had the kind of short black hair and square chin that screamed I was once scouted to play Superman. A little more rugged than moviestar, perhaps, with an old scar on his chin. He was wearing rich-man's casual--a designer tank top, gym shorts, and flip flops that probably cost a car payment. A pair of sunglasses and thin wallet dangled from his fingertips. He regarded Jacob with a friendly, soft-eyed smile.

"Hey, I know you from online--you're Jacob, right?"

Jacob had never considered himself gay. A little bicurious, perhaps, with an emphasis on curious. Whatever his orientation, this man was beautiful. He felt like he'd melt into a puddle just being around him. "That's me," he answered in a shaky voice.

"Tyler. Tyler Goodly. Goodly to meet ya!" Tyler struck a pose so instantly goofy that the nerves retreated. Jacob practically laughed in relief. Oh, thank god. One of the reasons they'd settled on Tyler was because he'd come across so differently from all the other assholes you could meet online or in person. There were predators, and jocks, and doms galore. Tyler seemed like a pretty normal dude living his best life. Pretty normal gorgeous dude.

Jacob's wife, Bree, was thinking pretty much the same thing right then. She was in the master bedroom, which had the narrowest of views into the hallway if you left the door cracked. Jacob was standing between her and Tyler but that didn't really matter. Tyler was just that massive. What did his profile say? Six' two"? That was being modest. And his shoulders were like a boxer's. She silently wished Jacob would step out of the way so that she could see the rest of their guest.

She retreated into the bedroom as Jacob invited Tyler inside. If anything, she was even more nervous than Jacob. This was so long from planning to conception that she still wondered if she was dreaming. They'd promised each other it was gonna be casual. Maybe nothing would even happen today. Everyone wanted to vibe with each other before they took it physical.

Bree went to the crack of the door, listening to the conversation in the living room, knowing she didn't want to make her entrance until it felt right. To her relief the tone was already friendly, the boys chatting away.

"...and then he jumps through the window! And he actually did that, in real life!" Tyler said excitedly.

Jacob grinned. What a goof! "Man, there really don't make 'em like those old Jackie Chan films. It's just not the same."

"For sure, for sure." Tyler leaned casually on the edge of the couch, almost demure in the way he held himself. Maybe even a little shy. It was really endearing. "Is Bree here? I'm really excited to meet her."

"She's just freshening up. I'm sure she heard the doorbell ring and will be out any time. You want a beer?"

"Sure, man!" Jacob got them each a Stella and Tyler went on, "so... you don't mind talking about this, do you? I mean we've chatted online and Bree said you're on the same page, but some people can get cold feet about this sort of thing. I'm here for her, but I don't want to make either of you uncomfortable."

"Oh, absolutely," Jacob answered. He'd been rehearsing this for days, though couldn't decide if he was trying to convince himself or if he was just really that nervous. Nervous didn't always mean bad. "Like I said, we've been talking about it forever. Bree has a particular physical type--like, the thing that gets her going more than anything else. I'm not it. I've always known I'm not it. I'm funny and she loves me, but..."

"Dude," Tyler cut him off. "Don't be down on yourself. You're a good-looking guy."

"I'm an average guy," Jacob laughed. Tyler did have a way of putting him at ease. "I'm like a six married to a ten. I don't mind saying I worship that lady, and love giving her what she wants. But it's not my looks I'm talking about. What she wants is to play with a really big dick."

Tyler gave him an understanding laugh. "A size queen."

"A major size queen. Speaking of which, here she is."

Jacob couldn't help but grin at his wife as she came in. Bree was an absolutely gorgeous little thing--five two, strawberry blond curls down to her shoulders. She has round rosy cheeks and an hourglass figure, her perky c-cups tenting the fabric of her tank top with nipples already hard just from listening in. She was wearing a little pair of jogging shorts that showed off her toned and tanned legs. Her belly was perfectly flat, her ass small but gorgeously rounded. She spent half her free time doing yoga and it showed.

Bree tried to act casual. She really did. But seeing this guy who looked like he should be on the cover of a men's magazine made her naturally want to show off. She did a little sashay-on-tip-toe. Tyler stood up, smoothing his shirt, shaking her hand and bending to kiss her on the cheek. "Tyler."

"Bree. Holy shit you are hot." His hand enveloped hers, making her feel even tinier than usual. Butterflies tickled her tummy.

Tyler laughed a little self-consciously and rubbed the back of his head. "You're quite a darling thing yourself."

"I was just telling Tyler that you're a major size queen." Jacob explained.

Even though she'd been listening in, Bree felt her cheeks turn bright red with embarrassment. "Oh my god, so we're just diving into this, huh? Shouldn't we, uh, get to know each other first?"

Tyler chuckled, a warm sound that just took everything down a notch is the nicest way. "I'm here for everyone to have fun. We can take this however fast you want." He slapped his forehead. "I left drinks in the car! I'll be right back." He dashed out the front door, reappearing a second later to grab his keys off the table.

Once he was finally gone, Jacob took this moment alone to cast a meaningful look at his wife, a thousand questions on the tip of his tongue. Before he could get any of them out she was in his arms, kissing him deeply. He could feel her heart beating harder than his own. "Well?" he managed in a throaty whisper.

"So far so good," she replied with a sloppy grin and a double thumbs up. "He seems really cool."

"I'm just gonna follow your lead, babe."

Bree hopped up and down in place like a little kid bursting with too much excitement on Christmas morning. Before they could speak more, Tyler was back with a pack of Stella and a couple bottles of wine. The reisling was already chilled so they popped the cork and poured. They polished off the bottle and leaned into the second while they got to know each other, chatting away as the evening sun grew long.

They'd talked a bunch online, and even had video calls before this, but getting to actually sit down and be in someone's presence was a whole different thing. Tyler was warm and good-natured--he knew exactly how people saw him and claimed to have developed a bit of an everyman approach to friendships that forced people to see past him as just a hunk of meat. Both Bree and Jacob picked up on the irony of the fact that he was, in fact, here to be exactly that.

The night wore on. Tyler, it seemed, was quite the cinephile. The three of them talked about the Hong Kong martial arts scene of their childhoods and all their favorite old kung fu movies. Tyler even showed them a few moves from when he got his first degree black belt in college. Some punches. Some kicks. Then Jacob suddenly found himself volunteered by his wife to show off a body throw. Jacob tried to peer back into high school jiu jitsu and struck a pose. Tyler grinned at him.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

In the space of a moment Jacob tumbled through the air, landing on his back hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Tyler knelt just over him, that friendly grin still on his face and a hand offered to help. "You all right?"

Before Jacob could answer there was a loud whoop and Bree was on Tyler's back like a flash. "I'll save you, baby!" she cried, pounding playfully with both fists on Tyler's shoulders. Tyler stumbled in surprise and Jacob saw his chance, pulling the bigger man's leg out from under him. He saw his mistake right as he did it--the two came tumbling down directly on top of him, collapsing into a wriggling, wrestling heap. He managed to roll most of the way out of their landing, then threw himself back to help Bree.

"We shall be victorious!" Bree claimed as Tyler bucked beneath her. "Get his arms! We'll find out if he's ticklish!"

"Oh, no you don't!" Tyler yelled.

It was suddenly a real tussle. It took Jacob wrestling his arms back before Bree had full access and went to town on Tyler's ribs. Tyler let out an undignified screech, convulsing with laughter, still trying to escape until Bree let out a sudden and very loud "Oh!"

Everyone froze. "Are you okay?" Jacob asked his wife.

Bree was more than okay. The alcohol buzzed through her head, her arms trembling and chest heaving. During all the fun a monster had snuck up on her, settling between her legs, laying perfectly along her tingling pussy. She couldn't help it. She rocked forward an inch, then back, dragging her clit along a thickness that rivaled her favorite dildo. She wanted to strip out of her sopping panties right then, getting rid of that silly fabric, but forced herself to slow down.

"Ahhhhh," she moaned.

"I think she's just fine," Tyler said with a grunt.

Jacob's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. All the nerves came rushing back. His gorgeous wife was laying on top of a near-stranger just in front of him, her face flushed, her whole body shaking with excitement. Bree broke out of her own lust long enough to look hard at her husband, just sober enough to understand they'd reached the point of no return. "Baby," she said breathlessly, "I want to play with Tyler."

Jacob felt himself getting hard. He rolled to his feet and looked at the pair still on the ground. Tyler was looking at him too, and he suddenly realized he was the referee of this little tumble and the contestants were waiting for the starting whistle. "I want you to play with Tyler too," he said. "I'm gonna refill our drinks first."

Bree rocked back and forth on top of Tyler a couple of times, feeling lightning through her whole body. Well, the pictures and the promises had all been perfectly accurate. If anything, they'd undersold the whole thing. She thought of what Jacob had called her earlier: a size queen. That was an understatement. She lived for big dick. It was only a testament to how much she loved Jacob that she'd never actually gone looking for it during their relationship.

Until now. With his help.

It took all of her willpower to stagger off Tyler, staring at the massive tent in his shorts and giving it a quick squeeze. She shuddered at the feel of it. Oh, god.

"Sit on the couch," she instructed. Tyler was happy to oblige. She got into his lap, feeling that erection under her ass, and took him by the cheek. "I'm gonna play with you," she told him. "This," she said, reaching beneath to squeeze his cock, "is my anniversary present, and I'm gonna do whatever I want with it. Got it?"

"You're the boss lady," Tyler answered with a toothy grin.

In the kitchen Jacob busied himself making a trio of cocktails. He took his time, using it as an opportunity to cool his head. Good thing, too, because he nearly dropped the rum from trembling fingers. He could barely hear over the sound of blood rushing through his head, but he thought he could hear his wife kissing that big bull in there. They'd pre-arranged their boundaries and picked their safe words and they all had agreed that they could end it at any time--but he knew his last chance to stop this had gone speeding by a few moments ago.

Jacob returned with a tray of drinks to find Tyler down to his boxers, Bree in Tyler's arms. She was draped across the big man while he lounged in the crook of the couch. Her head was upturned, lips touched almost chasely to Tyler's. The illusion of chastity went no further, for she squirmed excitedly in his lap, groping his waved, muscular chest. Bree couldn't get comfortable. She could feel that thick cock through her jogging shorts. She finally got up to straddle him, grinding against that dick. It was like rubbing against a warm water bottle, somehow firm and soft at the same time. It twitched in response to her. Tyler grunted.

"Thanks baby," she said huskily as Jacob set a couple of cocktails on the table beside the couch. Jacob retreated to the armchair nearby. His mouth was dry, his heart hammering. There was a knot of jealousy in the pit of his stomach watching her writhe against this big hunk of a man but the pure bliss on her face was enough to overcome it. Not to mention his erection.

And speaking of erection--Jesus Christ. Jacob caught glimpses of that hog barely contained by Tyler's boxers. Jacob could swear it went halfway to Tyler's knee, as thick as a soda can. Well... maybe not that thick. But still. Dear god. Was it even going to fit inside his petite little wife? She sure seemed willing to try. Bree rocked her hips like she was riding a sybian. Was she enjoying this a little too much? They'd barely gotten started and she was already panting.

Jacob swallowed his jealousy and stripped down to his own boxers, not minding the fact that he was tenting them. He knew he shouldn't find this so hot--seeing his wife with another man. A beautiful, hunky man. This wasn't normal. "Take off your shirt, babe," he said.

Bree shot him a sultry look over one shoulder, looking him dead in the eye as she slid her tank top off over her head. She cupped her tits and leaned forward to touch her nipples, one at a time, to Tyler's lips, all while refusing to break eye contact with her husband. She was fucking sopping right now, and she knew it wouldn't be half as hot if Jacob wasn't watching. "His cock is massive," she gasped. She'd never stopped grinding herself against it, listening to Tyler's little grunts as she moved.

"I bet it feels good," Jacob said.

"So good," Bree purred.

"Fuck, man," Tyler muttered, "your slut is in heat."

"You have no idea," Jacob said, and downed his cocktail in one long go. "Baby, show me what's got you so excited."

"Come here," Bree demanded. Jacob obeyed. He came to stand beside his wife, bumping into Tyler's knee to do it. Jacob couldn't resist when she pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. He could feel the rhythm of her little body moving on top of Tyler; could feel the little shudders of pleasure as she rubbed her clit against that dick. Only a couple thin pieces of fabric separated them. "Can I open my present now?" she moaned into his mouth.

"Of course."

"It feels so nice." She broke their kiss and scooted back onto Tyler's knee, ran her hands down his chest and then toyed briefly with the band of his boxers. Both hands dipped down to rub up and down the bulge in his boxers. "I wonder what it could be?" she whispered. She took Jacob by the hand, guiding him down until both their hands lay against Tyler's length. She guided him along the shaft, feeling the thickness through cloth. It was so hot! "Do you feel that?" his wife whispered in his ear. Her breath tickled. They shuddered together. "Do you feel the heft of this cock? Its size and power?" Together their fingers curled around it. Jacob's fingers barely touched around it. Bree's didn't quite. She asked, "Do you understand why I need this so badly?"

"Yeah," Jacob breathed. "Yeah, I get it." And he did. He totally understood. This was an A+ cock, a truly one of a kind, like the perfect ass or pair of breasts. How could he deny something so beautiful to his wife? "It's not even gonna fit inside you!"

"Oh, yes it will. This is gonna stretch me, baby. All three of my holes." Jacob's jealousy was swallowed by the pure eroticism dripping from her voice and in her words. She kissed him on the cheek, her breath on his ear. "And maybe yours too, if I fancy it." Jacob actually whimpered. He was so cute! "Help me take it out," she said softly. She continued to guide his hand. There was no resistance. No reluctance. Jacob wanted this too, even if he didn't know yet himself. They hooked their fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled down. Tyler's dick came slowly into view, inch by inch of glorious man meat. The head briefly caught on the waistband and then pop! The cock was free, waving in the air like a flag pole. Or a fire hydrant, more like.

Bree actually gasped. Just like Tyler himself, the pictures hadn't done his cock justice. Touching it through cloth didn't do it justice. It must have been nine inches--just barely on this side of "realistic" when it came to porn-like cocks. She bit her bottom lip. Oh, god. Was she actually drooling? "It's perfect, baby!" she exclaimed, letting go to throw her arms around Jacob's waist. She could feel his erection in his boxers. She ignored it. She had... bigger things to focus on. "It's what I've always wanted, my love. Oh, thank you! Thank you!"

Jacob couldn't believe it. His wife was actually weeping with joy. "I love you, baby. I want you to have fun with your new toy."

"Oh," Bree growled, "I'm going to have SO much fun." She let go of her husband and sank down between Tyler's legs, knees on the floor, turning her attention entirely to this beautiful cock before her. It was smooth, without any of those big veins you sometimes saw in porn. The head was a pleasingly-plump mushroom with a wide slit that blinked and drooled at her. She trembled like a leaf as she took it in her hands, exploring and playing with it with true wonder in her eyes. "It's amazing," she said, tracing her finger along the tip, getting a little drop of precum onto the end of one dainty finger. She smeared it across the flat underside of the cockhead, then took it and popped it into her mouth. It wasn't too salty--a vaguely fruity taste, even. Tyler wasn't kidding about his good diet. "Try this, baby," she said, squeezing the cock with one hand and dabbing a drop on the end of her finger and offering it like one might sample a new condiment.

Jacob obediently opened his mouth, and felt her smear something slick on his tongue. It tasted of nothing, but the look of lust in Bree's eyes as he sucked her finger clean was worth it. "That's yummy," he told her, as he knew she wanted him to.

Bree vibrated with excitement. She needed this thing in her mouth so badly... but not yet. She hadn't finished exploring. She ran her hands down to his balls, requiring both hands to cup them. They were heavy. Full. She couldn't imagine the amount of cum in there. She had every intention of coaxing it all out.

"Go on, my love," Jacob urged, standing over her. "I know you want to."

Bree let out a happy little moan and leaned forward to press her face against the warm shaft. An involuntary whimper escaped from her lips. She kissed the very base of the shaft, feeling it loom over her, kissing those heavy balls and all around and up the thickness.

She took that plump cockhead into her mouth. It felt so good on her tongue, smearing the sweet pre all over her tastebuds. She pressed it against his glans, swirling the tip of her tongue. Tyler moaned. Bree readjusted herself to get above the cock bending over to take it. Her lips stretched and she felt the slick head rub along her tongue all the way until it bumped against the back of her throat. She had every intention of deep-throating this thing, but it was gonna take time. Instead she pulled back up, sucking intently on the head.