"I've got some in the top drawer of my dresser."
I turned to begin rummaging through my wife's lingerie drawer, my search growing frantic as I heard soft chuckles behind me along with some pronounced moaning. It sounded like she was really enjoying the attention Dwayne was paying her breasts.
I found the small tube of KY jelly and turned around. When I turned around, though, I dropped the tube. Dwayne's hand had moved from Abbey's tits, down beneath her skirt and into her panties. Her eyes were closed and her breathing ragged as he slowly rubbed her clit in circles. Through the panties I could see his fingers working slowly in circles, then they dropped slowly down and she moaned quietly, "Not the slit. No penetration, he'll be mad."
The sound of the bottle dropping hadn't roused her attention, so I grunted to interrupt. Abbey opened her eyes and blushed again. But Dwayne was shameless, "your wife needs it bad, man."
"Let US worry about that," I picked up the bottle and handed it to Dwayne who passed it to my wife and lay back on our marriage bed.
Abbey squirted a generous amount of lube around the opening of the egg and into the hole. She closed it and handed it back to me. "So, it just slides in?" She asked. But I didn't respond. I was speechless. It seemed clear that both she and Dwayne were in agreement that she would be the one doing this. All anger over the deflowering of my new toy left my mind completely. My wife was getting ready to pleasure a perfect stranger with her own hands!
Not waiting for a response Abbey got to her knees on the bed, her tits hanging down over Dwayne. She placed the egg at the tip of his enormous penis. Then she grabbed the base of his cock with her left hand and slowly eased his tip into the egg. It didn't enter at first. My heart in my chest beat hard, bizarrely wanting my wife to get this stranger's dick into my toy so at least I didn't have to admit I couldn't pay up. Suddenly, with a little more downward force from Abbey, the edges of the egg's hold popped over the tip and latched onto Dwayne's shaft. The egg puffed as air escaped out the sides. He filled the egg completely its sides slightly stretched by the size of his gigantic head. Dwayne sighed deeply and returned his attention to Abbey's clit, pulling aside her panties to reveal her perfectly trimmed blonde bush. This time, there was no protest as his middle finger pressed lightly at her entrance. Rather, she gave a little nod and mumbled, "Please." Dwayne easily slid his finger all the way into my wife's pussy and she let out a gasp of pleasure.
My mouth opened in protest, but no words came out. I returned my gaze to Dwayne's enormous cock, my attention grabbed by the squishing sounds that were emanating from there. My wife's small hand could barely fit around his cock and the egg; with each down stroke, the egg became so thin you could see every detail of Dwayne's monster roaring up through the rubber. Up and down she went 5, 10, 15 times. Dwayne closed his eyes and continued his mad finger attack at my Abbey's snatch.
Abbey's breathing grew ragged and little moans of pleasure began to escape her lips. Disturbed as I was by this scene, I decided to wait it out. I was sure he was about to cum, I had never made this many strokes with an egg at one time and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. When he finished, I would be able to collect my money and kick him out of our house. But as the thrust count increased above 30 my confidence began to waiver. Then, quiet suddenly, things when horribly wrong for me. First, Abbey was brought to a screaming orgasm by the hand of this stranger. When that happened, she pushed down extra hard on the egg and Dwayne's tip emerged solid and throbbing from the end of it. My precious egg was split in two open and Dwayne still had not come, though his cock was as hard as I had ever seen a dick in my life.
Abbey, still recovering from her orgasm, had fallen down next to Dwayne in our bed. Dwayne looked at me and said, "I think I've proven two things here. First, no real dick gets off in a sex toy. And second, you need to look after your wife's needs. Now, my $500 please."
"I don't have it," I said sheepishly. He looked at me skeptically. "I knew I'd win so I didn't even think about what would happen if I lost."
Dwayne turned red and looked ready to shout when my wife chimed in from her post-orgasm dreaminess. "Back downstairs in the laundry, right next to where the egg was there's a jar with at least $1,000. Go get this man his money."
"But how long have you been keeping a secret stash of-"
"Just get it for him," she said abruptly. Peeved, I turned to leave, but not before I saw her cuddle closer to Dwayne and trail her hand down his chest and over his stomach towards his still hard 10 inch dick.
It took me a long time to find her stash of cash I was so flustered by what had just occurred. When I did finally find it, I ran back as quickly as possible not knowing what I might find. When I got back to the room, it was worse than I had imagined. Dwayne was reclining in our bed his arm crossed behind his head watching Abbey who was grasping his cock with both her hands and flicking the tip with her tongue. She smiled as I came in and looked me straight in the eyes, no longer embarrassed. When she saw I had realized what she was doing, she plunged her mouth as far down his pole as it would go. Dwayne moaned as she began moving her head up and down on his shaft. I stopped, staring uncomprehending at my wife brazenly blowing another man. We had started dating at 15, gotten married at 21. We were both in our mid-30's, only ever having slept with each other. But now, here she was in the act of pleasuring another man while I watched. Anger welled up inside me. But before I could speak, she cut me off and said, "We can't just leave him like this! He's got other calls!"
"What?!" I screamed. "Who cares?! He's leaving $500 richer and there are plenty of ways for guys to take care of that. He can use our bathroom if he needs."
"Well, I'm helping him out."
"You are not giving him a full blowjob on our bed!"
"You're right, I'm not." She said, "I'm fucking him." I was speechless. "I just wanted to wait until you got back to get started."
"You are not fucking him!"
"I am. You can go downstairs and listen to our screams or you can watch from that chair."
Shocked, I fell down into the chair she indicated to gather my thoughts and prepare my protest. But she just smiled and said, "I knew you would want to watch."
"No, I..."
But she ignored me. Pulling her panties off, she straddled Dwayne and began rubbing her pussy up and down his shaft. "God it's huge! There's no way that will fit."
"It'll fit, that's what it's made for sweetie." Abbey had stopped sliding back and forth. She hovered right above his cock and leaned forward. From my angle at the foot of the bed I could see his monster tip sitting at the entrance to my wife.
"Wait," I said hoarsely, wanting to protest. But all I could muster was, "At least use a condom." Abbey looked at Dwayne and shrugged. I walked to the bedside table and pulled out an old box of condoms I had there and handed it to Abbey. She sat down straddling his stomach, opened a condom and leaned back to place it at the tip of Dwayne's cock behind her back. When she leaned back, her pussy peaked out at Dwayne. Her lips were spread wide with desire, her clit hard. The pink of her inner labia was clearly visible. Dwayne lifted a thumb and began to massage her clit. She moaned loudly as she rolled the condom down his shaft but hadn't made it halfway before it split. The second one broke as it was going over his tip. There were only 2 in the box. Abbey threw the box and grabbed his hand from where it sat teasing her clit, "I guess your weewee condoms don't work on a real dick."
Dwayne laughed, grabbed my wife by her shapely hips and roller her over. "I'm tired of waiting." He pulled her legs apart and placed his giant dick on top of her body right where he would soon be inside her. "Let's do this."
There was apprehension on Abbey's face as she felt his dick reach almost to her bellybutton. "I've only been with pencil dick here," she said, nodding towards me.
Dwayne smiled as he pulled his hips back and lined his penis us at her entrance once more. "There's nothing to worry about."
Standing at the bedside I saw his tip slowly push into my wife, her pussy lips straining to let it through. It popped in and he paused. Her eyes wide with excitement, Abbey whimpered, "More." And Dwayne complied. Slowly, leaning back to make sure I could see it all, he eased his way, inch by inch up into my wife. Halfway in, she screamed. "This is amazing, you are huge. I've never been filled like this!"
"That's only half baby."
She looked down, "What?! Give it all to me Dwayne! I want to feel every inch of you!"
And with that, Dwayne abandoned all pretenses and slammed into my wife. He began ramming it deeper and harder into her until I was worried she would snap like the condoms and the egg. But now she just kept begging for more, telling him she had never felt anything like this and how great it was to have a real man inside her.
After 10 minutes of heavy breathing and screams of pleasure, time marked by the constant thwap, thwap, thwap of Dwayne's balls against my wife's ass, she came again screaming like a banshee. As her screams subsided, she commanded Dwayne to stop and Dwayne slowed his thrusting.
Thinking she had finally come to her senses I thanked her for putting an end to this madness.
"Go sit over there," she commanded me, pointing at the chair. She grabbed Dwayne by the hand and they walked together over to where I was sat obediently. She guided him behind her and bent over the chair, presenting her ass and pussy to him. Dwayne lined up behind her and slid into her as I realized that I was saying something.
"Why?" Was all I could think to say. So I just kept repeating it "Why? Why?! Why!" By the end of my mumblings it was a statement rather than a question. She just looked up at me as Dwayne grabbed her small tits and began pumping louder.
