On the outside, Jay and Sarah looked like the perfect couple. She was a successful emergency medicine doctor, just finished with her residency, who taught spin classes on the side. He was a stay-at-home medical writer who also did personal training and loved to bake. Her face was the epitome of girl next door charm. The blonde hair, the big blue eyes, and the wide, innocent toothy grin. Sarah was five feet tall, thin with cute perky A-cup boobs, but quite fit. She had visible ab definition, muscular legs and had a full, lovely ass that would make any other white girl jealous, but it was rock hard when she clenched. He was a few inches taller than her, and incredibly broad in the shoulders with obvious definition in his biceps, chests, and tapered waist. He wasn't a gym monster, but he was a clearly fit man who also didn't skip out on leg day, as evidenced by his chiseled calves as he ran around the neighborhood on his morning jogs. He had short cut, dark hair, with a chin and sides of fast growing stubble with a big, warm smile in the middle.
They were a cute, photogenic couple, built at 9/10 scale. They compounded their absolutely adorable appearances by acting like charming, likeable people.
For example, when they moved into the neighborhood, they hosted a house-warming open house party and invited everyone. Despite not having kids themselves, they made sure to have ample kid entertainment with a bouncy castle as well as sprinkler equipped lawn and kiddie pool. They had an open bar with catered hors d'oeuvres from a tapas place. Grateful moms showed up, threw their kids into the water, and grabbed a margarita.
It was a very well attended house warming party, and the neighborhood women commented among themselves that the couples' seeming perfection was temporary, and a byproduct of honeymoon period with lack of children. They nodded to one another, the ones with children at least, fully confident in the knowledge that it could not last.
And then while Jay was checking up on them, offering drink refills, bare-armed in his wet tank top, he mentioned that he was a stay at home husband who loved kids, and if they ever needed a babysitter to hit him up.
Despite not having partaken of the pool, this left some housewives a little more damp in thoughtful silence.
Sarah managed to win people over by being generous with the booze with her naive air of shy, innocent charm. She admitted that she liked and wanted kids, but had no idea if or how she could handle them. This deference played well with the maternally blessed in the neighborhood. As well as the booze. That was well received by everyone.
However, from the inside...
Well, they were pretty fucking perfect too. Literally. Their sexual exploits were pornographic video worthy, and in fact, a few of their performances were available online - all with camera angles or masks that kept their anonymity. Of course, he was hung like a horse with a hefty cock that was thicker than her wrist and the almost the length of her forearm. Due to the fact they were both shorter than average people, especially her, the cock looked enormous on her or in her.
They still made love as passionately as they did the first time, years ago in a college dormitory after being each others' firsts on Valentine's Day.
And now, these two rom com leads met in their spacious bedroom. He held her in his powerful arms, a hand reaching up and caressing the back of her neck as he kissed her.
"Wait..." she said, breathing heavily. "Sir."
And that word was a request for a different sort of night. She didn't want to be lovingly ravished tonight. She needed something different. He smiled, as she calmed her breathing down.
"Yes, my love?" He pulled back, away from her, his hands clasped behind his own back.
"I talked to a bunch of people today at the house warming. I really like our neighbors."
"I do too. Some really nice people. Eyes front. Strip down to your panties," he said. "Continue."
She pulled off her loose baggy t-shirt, actually one of his. She loved sleeping in his shirts. This left her in her panties, a bright pair of hot pink boy shorts. That was not her usual, and he took note of it. She also knew he loved seeing her in them, and she drank in his pleasant surprise. He was standing to her side, looking her over as she kept her eyes obediently forward.
"Do you remember Nicole?"
"She was... the college student?" Jay said. "Lives with three other girls in that big place near Sequoia."
"I saw the way she looked at you."
"Lots of women look at me," he replied with a confidence that made her insides tingle.
"Yes, but... she just broke up with her boyfriend. And she made a joke at one point, about whether or not boys ever mature from fuckbois."
He laughed at this.
"That's not a lot to go on," he said.
"I think there's something there," she said.
He hummed in response, and then gently, but firmly took hold of her hair and then began to slowly lower her head, forcing her to bend at the knees, get down on all fours, and he didn't stop until her forehead was on the ground facing the bed. He moved around her and she could hear him slip out of his pajama bottoms and take a seat in front of her on their bed.
Sarah felt him place his foot on the top of her head, which she kept down. His toes curled up in her hair for a moment, and then released. "You're going to have to do better than that."
"I thought you'd enjoy how young she is. She's a freshman. Still 17. And yes, legal here, I checked."
"Hmm, thorough. Good work," he said. His foot slid down the side of her perfect face and left his toes near her mouth, so she began to kiss them. Eager for the ability to give any sort of affection.
"I just want to see you destroy her," she said.
He chuckled at this. She felt his fingers on her hair again, this time, pulling her head up. Her body complied with the position change. He pulled her up to a kneeling position, her head in front of his erect monster of a cock with his huge low-hanging balls.
"And fill her up," she leaned forward and found her head forcibly stopped. Her tongue was extended in the act of lovingly caressing his potent, egg-sized testicles, but they were out of reach. She whimpered. "Stretch out her cunt and fill it with your jizz. Knock that bitch up."
"It's a possibility, but I didn't talk to her much."
"I can make it happen," she said.
"Anyone else?"
"Okay," and here, Sarah grinned up at him. "Here's a sure bet then. Melissa Graber."
His expression changed, from one of pleasant arousal to almost concern.
"What? What's wrong?" She asked.
"She's... a total bitch," Jay said.
"But a total slut!" Sarah tried moving forward again, trying to bury her face in his ballsack, but he held her head still. From here, she could only smell his musk which made her ache. She could see a drop of pre-cum trailing down and she desperately wanted to lick it up. "She has huge tits."
"They look fake."
"I know! She was bragging about them. They're F-cups! They're huge. And she's gorgeous, like a model. She's almost six feet tall."
"Women tend to not like men shorter than them," he said.
"I'm not sure that matters! I heard from the other women in the neighborhood that she's a gold digger who has a much older husband that doesn't even touch her anymore. She's a trophy wife who cheats on him all the time and everyone knows!"
Jay's cock, which had been rock hard and erect, began losing a bit of itself as he thought about this. "I'm not sure we want to get involved with someone like that, honey. She sounds like kind of a genuinely awful person."
