Husbands Request Backfires

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Marcus had been joking around, trying to lighten the mood after a long day of heavy lifting. They had just finished moving the last piece of furniture into their new home when Marcus had offered Peter money. When Peter refused, Marcus had suggested they go out for drinks or hit up a strip club.

Peter had laughed awkwardly, shaking his head. "No, no, I don't need any more sexual aggravation from places like that."

That's when Marcus had gotten that mischievous glint in his eye. "Why a stripper when my gorgeous wife is here?" Peter couldn't believe his ears.

Alisha had frozen, her brain refusing to process what she'd just heard. Did he just suggest I...? Her mind reeled as she replayed the moment, trying to convince herself she'd misheard him. But no, there was no mistaking it. Marcus had openly suggested she provide sexual favors to their friend as a thank-you gift. Even as a joke she thought this was dickish. She has grown tired of Marcus' toxic masculinity. She thought she was making progress with him, but this was a step back.

"What the hell Marcus?" She yelled. "I'm just saying," Marcus replied, his tone playful, "he helped us for four hours. That would've cost us a lot of money if we hired movers. Couldn't you just... you know... show him some appreciation?" Then he laughed saying he wasn't serious

Alisha stared at him, her mind racing. He wasn't serious but he was such a pig for saying it. She glanced at Peter, who was fidgeting nervously on the couch.

She looked at Peter who shaking his head like he was apologizing for her husband. Alisha felt a strange mix of fury and yet power come over her. Ok, she thought. I'm going to do this to put Marcus in his place for his mouth. She says "You know Peter I do owe you a thank you but me stripping isn't it" He nodded in agreement. She then said "How about a blowjob?" Peter's eyes went as wide as saucers. Marcus was speechless. She knelt down in front of him, her movements deliberate, unhurried. Peter shifted awkwardly on the couch, his hands gripping the edge tightly.

"Relax, Peter," she said calmly, though her heart was pounding in her chest. "I'm not going to bite... unless you want me to." Peter looked to Marcus and he was as shocked as he was, but Marcus just shrugged his shoulders giving the go ahead to his friend.

Peter let out a nervous laugh, but his face was flushed, and his breathing was uneven. Alisha reached out, her fingers brushing against the waistband of his pants. Slowly, she began to slide them down, revealing the bulge beneath. She wasn't expecting anything exciting. He was only 5'8 compared to Marcus 6'1 and she just assumed subconsciously those things were correlated.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Peter, what the fuck! Your soft and this thing is like 6 inches and thick!"

Marcus, who had been sitting quietly, watching the scene unfold, suddenly looked like he'd swallowed his tongue. His face went pale, and he stammered, "That's... that's enough, Alisha. He's not... this isn't..."

"Shut it, Marcus," Alisha snapped, not taking her eyes off Peter. "This was your idea. You don't get to back out now." She knew his size was going to make this fun for her digging into Marcus' ego and honestly the challenge in front of her. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. Peter let out a shaky breath, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "It... it might take a minute to get hard."

Alisha smirked, her lips curling into a half-smile. "Don't worry, Peter. I'm patient. You get much bigger I'm in uncharted territory. Marcus, this is is fun honey, I'm glad you recommended Play with Peter" Marcus had lost all color in his face.

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As she slid her mouth over the head of his cock, Alisha couldn't help but marvel at how quickly her feelings had shifted. One moment, she was furious with Marcus for even suggesting her strip. The next, she was kneeling in front of Peter, her lips wrapped around his surprisingly sizable member.

Peter's hands found her hair, gently cradling her head as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside, teasing him, driving him closer to the edge. She could feel him growing harder, longer, thicker with every movement.

"Oh God," Peter muttered, his voice strained. "Alisha... you don't have to..."

"Shh," she whispered, pulling back to look up at him. "I want to."

Her words were sincere, though her motivations were still muddled. Part of her was proving a point to Marcus, showing him that she wasn't his puppet to control. Another part of her was genuinely curious--curious about Peter, about his size, about the way he tasted, about the way her own body responded to the situation.

With renewed determination, she ducked back down, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her throat relaxed, allowing her to take a lot of him in one smooth motion. Peter's hips jerked involuntarily, and he groaned loudly, his hands tightening in her hair.

"Fuck, Alisha," he breathed, his voice cracking. "You're... oh God...no woman has taken that much of me"

Behind them, Marcus watched, his expression a mix of envy and disbelief. He had known Peter for years, and he'd never once suspected that his friend was packing anything remotely close to this. The realization made him squirm uncomfortably in his seat.

Alisha, however, was too absorbed in the moment to notice. Her focus was entirely on Peter, on the way his cock throbbed in her mouth, on the way his hands trembled as they gripped her hair. She could feel him getting closer, his breathing growing heavier, his groans louder.

"Peter, is this good for you?" Alisha's voice was sultry, teasing as she glanced up at him, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. Her lips were slick with saliva, still wrapped around the head of his massive cock, which now stood at a full eight inches, rigid and pulsing with life. She could feel it throbbing against her tongue, demanding more of her attention.

Peter's breath hitched, his hands trembling as they hovered above her head, unsure where to place them. "Y-yes," he stammered, his voice cracking under the weight of the situation. "It's... amazing."

Alisha chuckled softly, her gaze shifting to Marcus, who stood nearby, his face pale but his own erection straining against the front of his pants. She pulled off Peter's cock with a wet pop, leaving it glistening in the dim light of the room. "You hear that, Marcus?" she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Your friend here thinks I'm amazing."

Marcus swallowed hard, his jaw tightening as he looked from Alisha to Peter and back again. His cheeks flushed, but there was an unmistakable bulge in his pants that betrayed his true feelings. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Alright, alright," he muttered, his voice low and strained. "Let's not get too carried away."

Alisha rolled her eyes, standing up on her knees and smoothing her dress over her thighs. "Too late for that," she retorted, her tone sharp but playful. "Besides, I think we all know how much you're enjoying this, darling." She nodded toward his crotch, where his erection was clearly visible through the fabric.

Marcus's eyes widened, and he took a step back, his hands instinctively going to cover himself. "I--what? No, I'm just... this is awkward, okay?"

"Awkward?" Alisha repeated, feigning innocence. "Or exciting?" She smirked, leaning forward slightly as if to peer even closer at his crotch. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're very excited."

Marcus groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Alisha, come on--"

"Both of you, stand up," she interrupted, her voice firm but calm. There was no room for argument in her tone.

Reluctantly, Marcus and Peter obeyed, their faces a mix of confusion and anticipation. Alisha watched as they awkwardly shuffled into position, their cocks now level with each other. She reached out, grabbing first Peter's thick shaft and then Marcus's average one, positioning them side by side.

"Look at this," she murmured, her fingers brushing against both cocks as she adjusted them. "Peter, your dick... it's like a fucking monument. And Marcus... well, honey, you're... what's the word? Relatively average?" Marcus's face turned crimson, his eyes flicking between Alisha and Peter, who was staring at the ground,. "Alisha, stop," Marcus said weakly, though there was no real conviction in his voice.

"Stop?" she echoed, looking up at him with a wicked grin. "Why would I stop when this is so much fun?" She leaned down, her mouth hovering just above the two cocks, her breath warm and inviting. "Don't you see how hard you both are? You can pretend all you want, but your bodies don't lie."

She cupped both of their balls in her hands, feeling the tension there, the way they tightened in response to her touch. Peter let out a soft moan, his hips twitching slightly as her fingers teased him. Marcus, meanwhile, clenched his fists at his sides, his breathing growing shallow.

"Peter," Alisha purred, her voice low and sensual as she looked up at him. "Tell me... does it turn you on knowing that my husband is so jealous right now? That he's standing here, watching me worship every inch of your cock while his own pales in comparison?"

Peter's eyes widened, his voice caught in his throat. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out, only a strangled sound of agreement.

Alisha smiled, satisfied with his reaction. She turned her attention back to Marcus, her grip tightening around his cock. "And you, darling? Do you hate this? Or do you love it? Because I can feel you twitching in my hand... begging for more."

Marcus closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

"That's fine," Alisha said, her tone soothing now, almost motherly. "You don't have to know. Just feel." With that, she leaned in, pressing her lips to the base of Peter's cock, her tongue flicking out to taste him.

Peter moaned loudly, his hands finally finding her hair, gripping it lightly as she began to suckle him, her lips sliding up and down his length. Marcus stared in disbelief, his own cock twitching violently in her other hand.

"Oh my God," Peter breathed, his voice barely coherent. "Alisha... it feels so good..."

She hummed in approval, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she worked him relentlessly. At the same time, she began stroking Marcus, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing out his pleasure as much as possible.

"Marcus," she said after a moment, her voice muffled by Peter's cock. "Watch closely. This is what a real man looks like."

Marcus growled quietly, his hands clenching into fists again. "Alisha, I swear to God--"

"Shh," she interrupted, her voice soft but commanding. "Just watch.

Peter let out another loud moan, his body trembling as Alisha's mouth continued to assault him. Marcus, unable to look away, felt his own climax building, his legs threatening to give out beneath him.

"Peter," Alisha whispered, pulling off his cock with a wet pop. "This is the best blowjob you've ever had, isn't it?"

Peter nodded fervently, his eyes glassy with desire. "Yes... yes, it is..."

"Good," she said, her smile widening. "Because I'm not done yet."

With that, she leaned back in, her mouth closing around Peter's cock once more, her fingers gripping Marcus's harder than ever before. Her head bobbed faster, her movements deliberate and forceful, as if she were trying to prove a point--not just to Peter, but to Marcus too. Every flick of her tongue, every stroke of her hand on their cocks, was a silent declaration of dominance. She was in control here, and they both knew it.

Marcus watched, his jaw tightening as he tried to hold himself together. His wife was kneeling between his friend's legs, her mouth wrapped around his massive dick, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. The sight of her sucking Peter off was both erotic and humiliating, a bizarre mix of emotions that left him feeling raw and exposed. He wanted to tell her to stop, to put an end to this madness, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, he sat frozen, his breathing shallow as he struggled to maintain composure.

What the fuck is happening? he thought, his mind racing. This wasn't part of the plan. He hadn't expected her to actually go through with it, let alone take such pleasure in it. And why shouldn't she? Peter's dick was enormous. The sight of it made him feel inadequate, small in comparison. Even soft, it had been impressive, but now, fully hard, it was like something out of a fantasy.

"Marcus," Peter choked out, his voice strained as Alisha worked her magic on him. "Do... do you want her to stop? I can't tell what's real here... but I do know your wife is giving me the best blowjob I've ever had."

Marcus didn't respond, his silence speaking volumes. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, not when the reality of the situation hit him so hard. His wife was sucking his friend's cock, and she seemed to be enjoying it far more than she ever had with him. The realization stung, but not enough to make him intervene. Instead, he sat there, his fists clenched at his sides, as if willing himself to endure the humiliation.

Alisha pulled off Peter's cock again, her lips glistening with saliva, and turned her attention to Marcus. She crawled over to him, her movements graceful and deliberate, her eyes locking onto his with a glint of challenge. There was something predatory in her gaze, something that told him she was in control and wasn't afraid to exploit it.

"What do you think, Marcus?" she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. "What do you think that monster would do to my pussy? Hmm?"

Marcus's breath caught in his throat, his face flushing with a mix of arousal and shame. He couldn't answer, couldn't even form a coherent thought as she straddled him, her hand wrapping around his straining cock. She stroked him slowly at first, teasing him with light touches, but then picked up the pace, her grip firm and unyielding.

"I bet it would fill me up, wouldn't it?" she continued, her tone sharpening with every word. "I bet it would stretch me in ways you never could." Marcus groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as she tightened her grip on him. The ache inside him was unbearable, a mix of jealousy and desire that threatened to consume him. He wanted to protest, to push her away, but the sight of her leaning over him, her breasts dangling just inches from his face, was too much to resist.

"That's right, Marcus," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. "Admit it. You want to see it. Don't you?"

He couldn't deny it, even if he wanted to. The idea of Peter's massive cock inside her was both horrifying and intoxicating, a fantasy he hadn't known he had until now. And the fact that she was the one bringing it up, taunting him with it, only made it worse.

"Say it," she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding. "Say you want to see it."

"I... I do," he admitted finally, his voice barely audible. The words tasted bitter on his tongue, but he couldn't lie to her. Not anymore.

Alisha grinned, her satisfaction evident as she shifted her position slightly, her hand still stroking him relentlessly. "Then watch closely," she said, turning her head to look at Peter." "Peter, I wasn't planning on this part, but my husband seems to be ok with it, and I'd love to feel you in me, are you willing" All the while gripping his erection. Peter stammered yes, but "Alisha I"m not sure how long I'm going to last, this is the most erotic thing I've ever been part of by a longshot." Alisha pushes him onto the bed and slowly guides his staff into her inch by inch. Marcus is positioned behind them and she asks if he likes the view. He nods clearly shaken to the core by tonight but mesmerized as well. She slowly is balls deep on top of him and she is stuffed in the best possible sense. She is orgasming over and over and Marcus finally says, "Well, is it better?" She looks at him as he masturbates, "Oh Honey, I'm not sure I could ever go back to you." That sends Marcus over the edge as he cums in the corner and also sends Peter past the threshold as empties himself inside her love tunnel.

With that, Alisha leans forward and gives Peter a kiss saying "I hope that was a good enough thank you!" Peter smiling a huge smile. She goes over to Marcus as he sits there looking a little terrified. She comes and whispers, "Remember tonight the next time you want to act like a jerk. I"m the queen of my castle" Then she kisses him deeply on the mouth and and leaves the room.