The Morning After Ch 02 3

First, I would like to say that I have nothing but respect for the author whose story gave me the idea for my story. An author that can create a story of an overweight man with crooked teeth and a big dig that seduces a wife into fucking him in front of her husband, who may or may not be a cuck, is creative.

With a story such as this, how can I not add a twist to it?

I'm sorry if you did not enjoy reading "The Morning After."

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But remember that it is fiction and there is no reason to get upset over the story.

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The Morning After Chapter 2

Can this vacation get any worse?

"Relax honey, make it last." I decided right then and there that our life together was going to change. I guess we can thank Daryl for that. One night with Daryl was enough to show me that I did still enjoy sex. Even if it had to be with my husband Rick's little dick.

I know I say Rick has a little dick at 5" maybe 5 and a half inches when he gets really excited. But I've never complained. Also, statistics say that the average size dick in the US is five and a half inches. Two or three inches is all that is needed to hit a girl's happy spot. Any more dick after that is just a bonus.

I wasn't sure how I was going to straddle Rick with his leg in a cast and bum shoulder but needed to find a way. What happened last night was a mistake and I needed Rick to know I was his and only his.

I stood up while stroking Rick's dick, "Relax honey" I needed to slow down, or he would cum too soon. I wore a cute little sundress, bikini bottoms, and no top. I pulled the straps off my shoulders and let the dress fall to the ground.

"I need you in me," I told Rick. I pulled down my bottoms, took Rick's hand, and brought it to my pussy. "That's it, baby. Get me nice and wet for that dick of yours."

I was a little sore after being fucked by Daryl's big dick but Rick was much smaller so I figured it would be fine.

Rick was doing fine with his fingers, but I needed his award-winning tongue. Even if our sex life had been in a rut, I remember how good Rick was with his tongue.

I straddled Rick's face and slowly lowered myself trying not to hit his shoulder. "Oh, God that feels so good. Don't stop."

"Ouch, go easy. OUCH."

"I'm sorry honey. I'm sorry."

"It's fine." I could see Rick was in pain.

But I couldn't stop now. I was sliding my pussy across Rick's tongue. It felt so good. I was no longer stroking his dick. This was all about me. I had my hands on Rick's chest, and I was bushing down harder as I slid back and forth "That's it right there. Don't stop. OH FUCK!" I was coming like Niagara Falls.

"Oh my god, that was incredible. You are incredible." I needed to make Rick feel special and get us back on track. After All, we were in the Bahamas to rekindle our sex life and if a little boost to Rick's ego is what was needed, so be it.

After Rick had satisfied me, I started stroking his dick again. Once in a comfortable position, I lowered myself down. "How does that feel baby? Am I hurting you?" Scissored between each other, Rick lying on his back and me sitting upright, I was in control. "Does that feel good baby because I need more."

I started riding hard I needed Rick to cum in me. I wanted us to cum together. "That's it, baby hold out as long as you can for me." I looked at Rick and saw the pain in his face. I didn't realize it, but I was pushing on Rick's broken leg for support as I fucked the life out of him.

"Fuck FUCK! FUCK! CUM WITH ME!" Rick was in tears now. I dropped onto Rick's chest as I felt his dick shrink inside me.

"Thank you, baby. That was fantastic."

"I need my pain meds, please."

With a warm washcloth, I cleaned both of us. Sleepiness is a side effect of the painkiller Rick was taking. I knew after two taking two pills he would be tired and shortly out like a light.

I walked around the room picking up all the little alcohol bottles and the empty food containers that we must have ordered last night.

It was our last day in the Bahamas. I wanted to sit out by the pool but felt that after last night, I needed to be here for Rick. I called the desk and ordered lunch and a set of crutches. To my surprise, along with lunch and crutches, they also brought a wheelchair.

I invited the cute boy who brought it to us into the room. He placed the food onto the table while I rolled in the wheelchair and crutches. Going in behind him, I couldn't help but notice his nice muscular backside. And when I went to grab my wallet for a tip, he was staring at me. With not much to leave to the imagination, as I was only wearing a bikini. I could only imagine what he was thinking.

"Here you go." I gave him a nice tip and sent him on his way.

Being with Daryl last night did something to me. Sex with Daryl had awoken something inside of me. That boy was young, probably in his early 20s, maybe even 19. But looking at his young muscular body was making me horny again.

I looked at Rick. He was snoring away. Oh well.

Back home, all I did was come up with excuses when Rick wanted sex. I had a headache, or it was that time of the month, sometimes my excuse would be I was just too tired. My list went on and I had no reason why.

Was I tired from keeping up with our daughters all day? We have two girls, seven and five.

Rick and I started going to the gym. I'll confess, Rick was already in pretty good shape, but me... Well, I could lose ten or more pounds and needed a little toning. Once I started losing weight and feeling sexy again helped me to change how I felt about myself and my interest in sex.

The guys at the gym started checking me out, which was also a boost to my ego.

With Rick asleep again, I sat on the deck and read on my tablet. I was distracted thinking about what happened last night with Daryl and how I could have disrespected Rick as I had and said those things to him. I almost didn't hear Rick behind me.

I closed my tablet quickly. I still didn't know if Rick was telling me the truth when he said he "imagined" Daryl fucking me in his dream.

I was searching topics like voyeur, hotwife, and cuckold. I also came across SPH. That was a new one for me, Small Penis Humiliation. I didn't know there was such a thing. But some guys get off on being humiliated based on their penis size. It must be some psychological issue because the articles I was reading said that even guys with average or bigger-than-average size dicks get off on this humiliation. I didn't know what to make of last night.

"Hi honey, how are you feeling? I see you have the crutches I left for you. The hotel also brought us a wheelchair."

"That was nice of them."

"I also had them bring us some food. If you're hungry I can make you something."

"Maybe a little something lite," Rick said with a smile.

That afternoon we sat out on the deck and had a wonderful time. We talked about our girls and played cards, which we hadn't done in years. We also had a serious talk about the sexual rut we had been in. We agreed to continue working out and more sex was going to be a priority for us. The topic of Daryl never came up. Maybe Rick did think last night was a dream. And he did get just a little too excited.

We did make love once more before I went off to shower. I tried my best not to hurt Rick this time.

"Wow, you look great Deb," Rick said seeing me in my short black cocktail dress. I was showing plenty of cleavage. My four-inch heels did wonders to show off my toned legs too.

There were various restaurant options from take-it-to-go, buffet style, or sit-down with servers taking orders. We decided on the hotel sit-down restaurant because it would be easier on Rick. The wheelchair came in handy too.

As we walked into the restaurant, I knew men were checking me out. I liked it. I was excited. Rick would benefit from my excitement tonight.

Waiters were walking around with Champagne while couples waited to be seated. They were playing fun island music. I wanted so much to get up and dance, but Rick couldn't. Rick knew I liked dancing and felt bad for me. Then Daryl made his way over to our table.

"Deb and Rick, fancy meeting you all here. Look at you Rick, you needed that wheelchair yesterday." I tried not to make eye contact with Daryl instead I found myself looking at the bulge in his pants.

"Deb, you look incredible tonight."

"Thank you, Daryl." I hoped Daryl wouldn't say anything to Rick about last night.

"Can I get the waiter to get us a drink?" Daryl read my mind as he waved his hand to the waiter.

"Is that champagne for us?" Daryl asked and we were each handed a glass. "Can you also bring us a few other drinks? I think I'll have um, a...Sex on the Beach. Rick, probably a soda for you if you're on those pain pills again, am I right?"

"Yes, a coke for me please."

"Deb, what would you like," Daryl asked.

"Whiskey on the rocks. Make it a double with a splash of club." I had a feeling it was going to be a long evening.

"Ouch, big drinker Deb?" Daryl was playing a game with us, and I was nervous. This was his innocent IT guy persona it wasn't the dominant man who brought me to pleasure over and over last night.

"Daryl, you're going to join us for dinner?" Rick asked. I looked at Daryl with little hope that he would say he had other plans.

"Are you sure?" Daryl asked innocently. "If I'm not intruding."

"Nonsense, right Deb?"

"Please! We would...Love for you to join us." I said with a fake smile.

Daryl sat next to me. His hand was under my dress in a flash as it crept higher and higher up my thigh. I tried my best to hold his hand from going any higher. I'm not going to lie; I wish it were Rick's hand because I wouldn't have stopped him.

"Daryl," Rick said, "I just want to thank you for what you did for me last night. Deb was looking forward to this vacation and well...look at me. Daryl, I'm only glad you could give Deb what I couldn't."

I spit my drink out of my mouth while coughing.

"Are you okay Deb?" They both asked me.

"I'm fine. All good. It just went down the wrong pipe."

"Daryl," Rick continued, "the alcohol and painkillers hit me hard last night. I was out cold. But you and Deb had a fun time." Please no more I thought to myself. The guilt was killing me.

"I saw all the empty little bottles and that room service was ordered. Deb told me she told me she even threw up a little. I guess she must have drunk a little too much."

"Rick, did Deb tell you we shared a joint too?" Again, Daryl with his innocent act.

"No." Rick looked at me, "Keeping secrets Deb?"

If he only knew.

"We had the munchies, Rick. I'm a big guy but I'll tell you. I was feeling no pain. I was nervous when a friend gave me a joint. I haven't smoked in years, but I figured what the hell. I'm on vacation. Am I right?" Daryl smiled, as he flashed his crooked teeth.

"Right, Deb. It was fun getting a little high."

"Fun time. Yes, it was."

"I bet I made you feel good. Didn't I Deb? I Bet you never felt anything like you did last night. I mean the weed made you feel good." He laughed at his joke.

"Daryl, could I ask you a favor?" I looked at Rick. I was confused. What favor did he want from Daryl?

"Certainly, Rick. What can I do for you?"

"Deb loves to dance and well... I can't dance in this wheelchair."

"Rick, you want me to dance with Deb! I'd be honored."

"No, really, it's...

I couldn't finish my sentence. Daryl had me by the hand and the other on my lower back as we were off to the dance floor. We were out of Rick's view. Daryl had his hands all over me as we danced. He was squeezing my ass and pulling me tight to the bulge in his pants.

"Do you feel that, Deb? You want that again, don't you?" Daryl said as he had both hands on my ass and was pulling me tightly against his crotch. Being so much taller than me, his crotch rubbing against my stomach wasn't exciting for me.

"Daryl," I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes, "please do not say anything to Rick about last night. He thinks it was a dream."

Daryl let out a laugh. "And you believe him? You saw him watching as I fucked you... and the things we were saying! A real man would have attacked me and thrown your ass out. When I left early this morning, he had cum stained pants. Who knows how many times he jerked off listening to us fucking in the bedroom.

Your husband is a cuck and I'm looking forward to fucking you in front of him again."

"Daryl, that will never happen."

"No? Let me show you something, Deb."

I was nervous as I followed Daryl to where no one was standing. Daryl took out his phone and played a video for me. It was Daryl and I last night.

Fuck me, Daryl! I need that big cock in me.

You like Daddy's big cock don't you slut? Beg me for it.

"And I got more video and pictures too."

"Daryl erase all of that off your phone."

"Not gonna happen, Deb. Your pussy is mine or we see if Rick really is a cuck. Who knows, he might get off watching the videos and pictures of us fucking."

"Daryl, it was a mistake and a one-time-only mistake."

Daryl quickly looked around and pushed me into what looked like an empty coat check room. He shut and locked the door. "On your knees Deb!"

Fuck. I dropped to my knees. What could I do? I didn't want Daryl to show Rick the videos. If Rick were telling the truth and he did think it was a dream, seeing that video... my marriage would be over.

Daryl dropped his pants and looked down at me. "Let the monster out and start sucking."

I pulled down his boxers and did as I was told. "That's it, Deb. Let me help you." Daryl held the back of my head and forced his cock as far down my throat as I could take it. It felt like I had been sucking his cock forever.

"Enough of that. Turn around and lean over that chair." It was a loveseat and Daryl had me bent over the sidearm. Thank God it was cushiony. Daryl slid my dress over my hips and pulled my panties.

Daryl had one hand on my back holding me down. His stubby sausage fingers on his other hand slide into my pussy. Damn, even his fingers were talented. He had two fingers rubbing and hitting my happy spot. "Oh, fuck me!" it felt so good.

"As you wish," Daryl said as he slid his cock in my wet pussy. "Does that feel good Deb? Tell Daddy how good it feels."

"Not this time, Daryl. I should call the police."

"I don't think so, Deb."

Daryl was sliding his big cock in me and this time he wasn't holding back. "FUCK YES! YES! FUCK ME HARDER!" I was under the spell of his cock again."

I've read that there are five erogenous zones in the Vagina. Well, Daryl and his big cock found a few more. I was in ecstasy and begging for more.

"Whose slut are you, Deb? Tell me."

"No!" I let out with a heavy breath. "Not this time Daryl. "Oh FUCK! Yes, I'm your slut, Daddy." I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I'm such a slut. I don't deserve my husband. "Harder Daryl. If you're gonna fuck me at least do it right."

Daryl was slamming away now. He was breathing heavily, and I was hoping he would have a heart attack and maybe even die. Well after I came a few more times, I mean.

I felt Daryl's warm cum shoot deep inside me. I was going to need a Day After pill again for sure. I'm on the pill, but the way that man comes, I'm not taking any chances.

I felt all of Daryl's weight on me as his cock started to shrink. Even soft it was bigger than Rick's. I shimmied my way out from under him and tried to clean myself with tissues that were on a shelf. I pulled up my panties telling Daryl we were done. "Daryl, you used me for the last time."

Then Daryl hit play again.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard."

"Are you fucking kidding me!" Daryl was jerking his dick, and it was hard again. He sat on the chair and stared at me.

"Come sit on Daddy's lap."

"No Daryl! We are done!"

Then Daryl hit play again.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard."

"This is the last time, Daryl. You better not say anything to Rick and delete everything on your phone."

"Relax Deb after tonight, we'll never see each other again. Now come over here."

At least I still had some of Daryl's cum in me as lubrication because he wasn't being gentle.

Daryl was lifting me and bringing me down hard. I couldn't take it much longer. The slut in me came out again. "Call me Daddy and beg for more."

"Fuck Daddy! Fuck me harder!" I need to see a therapist when I get back home from this trip."

I didn't think Daryl would ever finish, but eventually he did. We were both exhausted. I got off him and just shook my head. "Never again Daryl!"

Daryl smiled, "Deb, why don't you go to the ladies' room and clean yourself up a little? I'll let Rick know you'll join us for dinner shortly."

I sat in the stall crying. This vacation sucks. It keeps getting worse and worse. I washed my face; my make-up was a mess.

Back at the table, I found Rick and Daryl in conversation. They were like besties.

What the fuck!

"Deb, Daryl only lives a few towns over from us."

"Isn't that something, Deb?" Daryl looked at me with a smile. "Rick, why don't you give me your number? I would love to catch a game with you. Maybe even meet at a bar for a few drinks.

Deb You also. I'm sorry. What was I thinking."

And there was Rick. He was trading numbers with Daryl and even gave Daryl mine.

The End - for now.

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