I felt like I couldn't get enough oxygen as I watched the tax auditor examine the papers I supplied. "I had our accountant work out payments after discovering my business partner absconded with most of our small company's money."
What made the pain stronger was that Nate, my former business partner was my best friend from the Army. He didn't reply for a long time.
"I'm sorry, sir, your payment schedule doesn't meet our needs. Come back with another proposal within a week."
As we drove home, my wife, Donna, turned to me. "I won't let him take our business away, Tom. I have an idea if you'll agree. Our daughter, Edie, finished college and is working at the school to prepare for graduate school in the fall. We can do anything we need to."
"Like what," I asked in despair. "The tax bill is over $70,000. We would need to sell our house to raise that kind of money."
She bit her bottom lip and her hands lifted her breasts, popping another button open. I saw the golden hue of her delicious mounds of delight and the black of her bra. "I saw him looking at my tits. I can distract him next time."
My mouth felt like I was in the Great Sahara Desert as I tried to swallow. "No. I can't allow that."
Images of her body rushed through my mind. Her appealing breasts, the way she moved in my arms, and the tightness...
"It's our only hope," Donna said. "I wouldn't do it for anyone else."
The tax examiner was Black and Donna has always had a fascination for Black men. After thinking it through, I agreed. "Fine, but nothing more than a look. No touching." My throat tightened simply thinking about her showing her boobs like that.
"Deal," she said, a smile on her lips. As soon as we arrived home, she pulled my pants down and sucked my cock to an explosive orgasm. She could be a hot wife in a moment, but even after 22 years together she only loved me.
My office is a separate part of our house which helped me gain a tax deduction. I invited him to my office for the second visit by telling him I didn't have enough spare cash to drive the 40 miles to his office.
Donna prepared for him with a shorter skirt and a skimpier blouse that she left unbuttoned to nearly her bra. She used a thin bra and frequently tweaked her nipples.
My stomach felt like a hive of bees loose inside it. My breathing was jerky, my skin flushed and my shoulders tight.
"Would you like some wine," she asked after he sat down and began working.
"No, thank you, but I don't drink while I'm working."
She brushed her hair back to gain his attention as it flowed over her shoulders in a beguiling manner. Her bright, bubbly laugh lit up the room.
I watched her undo one more button and lean over slightly. The tax man's eyes bulged. He could not look away.
"This is a great vintage that my parents gave us for my birthday. It's far better than we can afford."
"Maybe a small glass. This is my last visit of the day."
She poured three glasses and gave one to him first before she gave one to me. I watched with an odd mixture of fear and erotic simulation when I saw her nipples harden.
I tried to pay attention to the conversation, but my thoughts kept drifting. She poured another half-glass for him while her round breasts distracted him. What would happen if this didn't work? We could lose everything.
"I'm questioning this item," he said, pointing out a line item. Donna moved around the desk to look and leaned over, her amber globes within inches of his face. She loves to lay in our backyard with nothing on and tan all over. No one can see her, but even if they could, she wouldn't care. She's that kind of woman.
He licked his lips and his eyes stayed riveted to her ample chest. I could see it wouldn't take much longer before he reached the crucial point where he would do something. No one can withstand such intense sexual pressure. I never could.
"The figures on the form the tax preparer filled out are higher than the supporting documents." Their eyes locked on each other. Her gaze never left his face.
"Tom, didn't you take some of the papers into our front room to look at? Maybe you should get them."
I stayed riveted to the spot until I felt awkward. I wanted to scream because I knew what was going to happen if I left. I'm a robust man, but it was like my balls shriveled and I acted like a robot. Without a positive decision on his part, we would lose everything I worked for over the past 22 years.
"Sure. I'll go look."
My hands shook as I turned around, walked up three stairs, and disappeared into the living room. I found the papers, but the fear of what would happen battled with my curiosity. Would she hold firm and stop or would she continue?
It wasn't just my business at stake here. Our marriage wouldn't survive if she allowed him to go further.
I had a large cock, but all the Black players on my high school football team were bigger than me. I had to see it. The dread and the need battled until I heard her moan loudly enough that it penetrated the closed door.
I crept to the door and quietly opened it. My breath grew uneven, and my heart pounded in my chest. This skinny, scrawny man had the biggest cock I'd ever seen. His pants had fallen to the floor as Donna knelt in front of him and opened her mouth to take him in.
Our marriage was over. I had lost everything. Still, I couldn't make myself move. I felt worthless like I needed to watch a man completely satisfy my wife for the first time.
"God, you're big," she said as she smiled. "I don't know how much of you I can take."
Her mouth widened as far as it could just to get the head inside. Her blue eyes watered and she gagged as the saliva and precum ran off his cock and splashed down onto her breasts. She had removed her blouse and undid the front clips of her bra.
"Bigger than your husband's?" he asked in an arrogant voice. "What a loser he is." He sneered and slapped her face with his monster cock. Her face flushed as she nodded yes.
A pang of anger flared inside me as she took him inside her mouth again. I felt shame at not measuring up. As much as I wanted to look away, I couldn't move. It was like watching a slow-motion picture of a car accident or a movie that is so bad you can't stop watching.
He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her head onto his cock until she gagged, spit and salvia drooled out of her mouth. He kept his hand there as he face-fucked her. His pulsing red cock bulged and flexed.
Despite my dread, my hand headed for my cock which was hard as a rock. What the fuck was I, a cuckold? Watching Donna service this scrawny man was turning me on.
"What a pussy, he is, your worthless husband," he sneered again. "He's afraid to confront me because I'm a bigger man than he is."
"No. This was my idea," she gasped. "We would go bankrupt if you don't help us."
"Even worse," he scoffed. "No real man sends his wife to do his work for him."
As she gagged and choked, he pulled out, lifted her, and rests his cock on her stomach. It covers her belly from her shaved pussy to her boobs. He led her to the futon I kept in the office and pushed her on her back.
"Tell me you like my cock better than your loser husband's," he said. "If you do, I'll titty fuck you. You've got the biggest globes I've ever seen."
"Yes," she gasped. "I love your cock. I want you to titty fuck me and fuck my pussy."
"Beg, for it bitch," he sneered. He spit on her chest and put his cock between her ginormous orbs. She squealed as he pinched her nipples, her face excited and distressed at the same time. Her hands pushed her breasts tight against his gargantuan cock.
