I stared out of my doorway at Gerry's black Mercedes. It was top of the line and fully loaded, but in my situation, it might as well have been a hearse. Every minute that passed, it seemed his slimy grin grew wider. Soon I'd be sitting next to him, riding to his house so he could have his way with me. Meanwhile, my husband, Rick would be banging Gerry's slut of a wife all over our house. I wanted nothing more than to call it off, but Rick was glued to Sandra. Their hands were everywhere, groping each other, giggling and whispering. The longer I stood there hesitating, the more it felt like I was cock-blocking my own husband.
Gerry walked into our kitchen to throw away his empty beer can. I looked at Rick, half hoping he could see the anxiety and fear in my eyes and decide to call it off. I knew we agreed to go through with it, but how could a man allow his wife to leave with a warthog like Gerry? He knew the way I felt about the man, yet all he did was stand there with a nervous smirk while Sandra's hand snaked under his T-shirt and massaged his chest.
Gerry came back with a fresh beer and turned it up for a swig. After a short belch, he wiped his mouth with his forearm and motioned for Sandra to come over to him. She untangled from Rick and walked over to give her husband a goodbye kiss. While still watching Sandra's ass, Rick walked over and stood in front of me.
"You okay?" he asked.
Great. So now he cares?
"I'm fine," I said, looking away.
If he wasn't so busy fantasizing about what he was going to be doing to Gerry's wife in a few minutes, he might have picked up on the tone in my voice and my body language. No such luck. My husband was lost in fuck-lust, and it wasn't for me.
He leaned in for a kiss. I barely parted my lips. Rick backed away awkwardly, but didn't ask me what was bothering me. He was actually pretending that he couldn't tell I didn't want to go through with it. The crime of it all was if he'd asked me if I wanted to call it off, I wouldn't have. I could tell that he really wanted to spend the night with Sandra and I'd already agreed to everything. Even if I couldn't bring myself to actually sleep with Gerry, I wouldn't have spoiled the night for Rick.
All I wanted was just the slightest acknowledgment that I was still his wife. The other husbands were at least smart enough to show their wives a little genuine affection before they sent them off to fuck another man. Rick seemed to only come over to offer his half-hearted goodbye out of obligation once Gerry had crowbarred Sandra out of his arms.
After one last beer-soaked kiss, Gerry presented his wife to my husband. "She's all yours buddy," he said, smacking Sandra's ass on her way to Rick. "Hope you can keep up."
"I'll ... I'll do my best," Rick said. He glanced toward me as Gerry's wife cozied up to him.
"It was a great party," Sandra said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. "Hope it becomes a tradition."
"We'll see," I replied, doing my best not to roll my eyes.
Gerry hitched up his belt and snorted. "Well, I guess we'll be going." He shook Rick's hand and slapped him on the back. "Enjoy yourself, buddy."
Gerry grabbed my arm and guided me toward the door. I decided to give my husband a little payback. Instead of recoiling from Gerry, I slid my arm around his wide back and tucked my hand in his back pocket. He crooked his arm around my neck and I leaned in, resting my head on his shoulder. That wasn't flirty or sexy. That was a show of affection.
Gerry grinned and stroked my hair as he opened our front door. If any of our neighbors were still awake, they'd see me leaving in the arms of another man, while my husband stood in the doorway. It was a surefire gossip starter, but I didn't care how it looked. If Rick wanted his wife to be a slut, that's what he was going to see.
"Bye, honey," Rick said, as I walked around to the passenger side of Gerry's car.
I looked back and gave him a soft wave.
"Hey now," Gerry said, as he pressed the button to unlock the doors. "Be a good girl and blow him a kiss goodnight."
I played along and sent my husband an exaggerated mock kiss, holding my 'puckered lip' pose for a few extra seconds to rub it in. In that moment, I wanted him to think I would do whatever Gerry asked without hesitation. I wanted him to see his loving, faithful wife submitting to the will of another man. Served him right.
I opened the door of the sleek Mercedes and climbed inside, while my husband stood in our doorway with Sandra draped all over him. Gerry started the car. I waited for him to back out of our driveway so I could watch the look on Rick's face. Instead of putting the car in reverse, Gerry tuned the radio then reached for his belt.
He unbuckled and unzipped in a flash.
What the hell?
Was he really gonna pull out his cock in my driveway? I figured he must have been angling for a handjob on the way to his house. Might not be such a bad idea. If I could get him to blow his little load in the car, he might be done for the night and I wouldn't have to actually fuck him.
"You're mad at him ain't ya?" he said.
"N-no," I replied. "I just—"
"You really wanna piss him off?" He glared at me with a devilish glint in his eyes.
"What did you ... have in mind?"
He reached for my hand and guided it to his crotch. Though startled, I was also a little curious. Plus, it would add a nice touch to the show I was putting on for Rick. I reached inside his jean shorts and fished around under his boxers until I felt warm meat. I locked my fingers around his cock and pulled it out.
Something was wrong.
My jaw dropped open in shock. Donna had predicted three inches and we'd both shared a laugh at the thought. The joke was on us. I'd gone in searching for a worm. Instead, I came out holding a coiled python. Even semi-erect, my grip only went halfway around the girth. And lengthwise, I had to be holding at least eight inches.
He grinned and leaned back in the seat. "Not what you were expecting, huh?"
I sat mesmerized, unable to look away from the impressive specimen in my fingers. He took my wrist and started moving my hand up and down on his shaft. While I stroked him off, I looked back at the house. Rick stood in the doorway, staring at me with a curious gaze frozen on his face.
I turned my attention back to the rapidly swelling dick in my hand, jerking it softly.
"This thing is fuckin' huge," I said. "How does Sandra take this?"
"You'd be surprised what you can do ..." He gripped the back of my head with his fat fingers and pushed down, guiding my face to his dick. "... if you put your mind to it."
I panicked as his cock came closer to my mouth. I'd wanted to get back at Rick, but I wasn't sure I wanted to go as far as sucking Gerry off in the driveway.
"Gerry, wait," I said. "My neighbors might be—
ummph
."
The massive head invaded my mouth. Gerry kept the pressure on the back of my skull as he fucked my face. My lips were stretched to the limit trying to take him in. I should have been afraid and embarrassed, but something about the way he'd owned my mouth in front of my husband turned me on. I took a little more of him inside, lubing him with my swirling tongue. He pushed even more of his meat into my mouth, groaning.
"That's it, baby. Give the hubby a show."
Whether he knew it or not, that was the perfect thing to say to me at that moment. The fantasy of making Rick jealous, maybe even mad, was exactly what I wanted to live out. I pulled off and licked the sides of Gerry's shaft, rising up far enough to catch a glimpse of Rick still in the doorway. Just twenty minutes earlier, he couldn't wait to get me out of the house. Now he was standing there like a lost puppy, watching his slut wife blow a gargantuan cock.
I slurped Gerry back into my mouth and he moaned deeply, caressing his fingers through my hair and guiding me up and down on his dick. The more he pressed my head down on his shaft, the more I swallowed in.
Soon I was taking two thirds of the length with ease, bobbing up and down like a machine. I massaged his fat ball sack, while I tongued his length. Then I wrapped one hand around his cock and took the head in my mouth. From there I went in to my patented 'Three-Headed-Tiger-Exploding-Cock' technique—rotating my head while swirling my tongue on the way down, pumping his shaft with a firm 'milking' motion, and gently working his balls with my fingers.
Full disclosure: it's not really 'patented'. I actually picked it up from one of those vintage pornos from the 80's—the kind with all the cheesy background music and untamed bush.
