This story follows another, Violette's romp with a big dick. If you haven't read that, this may not make sense. Please check it out here:
https://www.literotica.com/s/violettes-romp-with-a-big-dick
After my wife Violette's first hookup with Dalton, our sex life went crazy. We were fucking at least once per day, if not multiple times (especially on weekends). The whole experience, from the sex itself, to the public humiliation aspect (from all the yelling), went much farther than we had planned or expected. But it was also so much better than we expected.
No, she wasn't truly cuckolding me, at least not in the sense that it means for some people. She is a loving wife, I'm a loving husband, and we have a great relationship and marriage. He was like a new toy we brought in for some play, no different than bringing in a larger dildo to get her off. For lack of a better term, he was himself a walking dildo. As he was kind of a jerk, as she said, maybe that description is especially apt.
There was no quick follow-up with him. In fact, he was avoiding her at the health club. He knew what times she usually worked out, and he made sure to get his hours scheduled to work at other times. Why he was avoiding her was a big question for us.
About 2 weeks later, Violette sought him out to find out exactly why. She asked around, found out what time he was working and confronted him. It turns out, he was scared. He thought he took it way too far, which by any sane metric, it seemed like he did. He was afraid we'd come after him somehow, or that more likely I'd come after him. He is big and strong, but we have financial resources far and beyond what he earns as a trainer, and thought we'd put it to work. I don't know if that meant a lawyer or hiring people to rough him up, but he was freaked out.
Violette explained to him that not only were we not angry, that we got off on the whole experience. She told him it was amazing, that we had planned the whole thing, and that I had been watching security cameras from the garage. She also told him that we had a recording from those cameras that we had watched while we fucked, and that we still thought it was hot. Yes, the yelling to the neighbors took us far past our comfort zone, but that aspect of it just made it that much hotter.
After he realized he was off the hook, and probably with the thought of getting into my wife's pants again in mind, he asked if we wanted to do it again. She told him that she didn't know, that it was hot, but she didn't want to ruin how good that experience was. She did manage to get his number just in case though.
Were there repercussions? Other than a boost to our already healthy sex life, there hadn't been much. We didn't talk to the neighbors a whole lot, lot and I only heard from one, and he was not angry. There was a retired couple living across the street. One day, the husband and I were both getting the mail out of our mailboxes at the same time. He headed across the street and struck up an awkward conversation.
"Trying the lifestyle out, are you?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" I responded.
"You know, the other day," he spoke as he fumbled for the right words. "Maybe you brought in a houseguest so to speak?"
I just stood there, dumbfounded, with nothing to reply.
"It's ok, we could hear, but it was no bother," he said in a calming tone. My wife and I heard it and it reminded us of our younger days, doing a little bit of swinging."
"Oh really," I said, shocked at where this was going.
"We're out of that scene now, but it brought back some memories," he said. "I remember one time in fact, having a darker skinned fellow over to give her the old English treatment, you know?"
I didn't know what he meant and I shook my head.
"As in the BBC?" he said laughing. "I tell you, there is nothing like seeing your wife in ecstasy, getting pounded by a well-stocked stranger."
"Oh," was all I could respond.
"Sorry, I don't mean to make this uncomfortable," he said. "But I tell you, you brought back memories for my wife and I. She's been wearing me out the past few days, so thanks for that."
"Hey, no problem," I said, not sure what else to add.
"Well, anyway, I've got to get back home, so good luck," he added as he walked away.
Apparently that session was a hit in at least one household besides our own.
Now it did come up during our own lovemaking sessions from time to time in various forms. A month or two later, early on a Saturday morning, we had both woken up early and horny, and had been trying our best to fuck each other's brains out.
At one point, we were in the missionary position, and I asked her," Imagine if Dalton was fucking you right now."
She threw head back and responded, "Oh that would be amazing. His cock would feel so good!"
"My dick isn't enough?" I shot back.
"Oh honey," she whimpered back, playing right along. "His cock is so much bigger, he fucks me so much better."
"Tell me what you want," I commanded.
"Oh I wish Dalton was fucking me with his big cock right now," she yelled. "He fucks me so much better than you! I want him to pound my tight little married pussy again!"
"Call him and set it up," I said, trying to hold my own climax back.
The words were too much for her and she reared back in orgasm. Her spasming pussy was too much for me and I quickly exploded inside her.
As we both came to our senses, she asked if I was serious, to which I told her I was.
Just like last time, set it for Tuesday. And decided no cumming until then.
She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and texted him. His response took less than thirty seconds, nothing more than a "when and where?"
As they texted back and forth, she told him one condition was that they needed to tone down the loud yelling, we didn't want the neighborhood association to take action. He told her that was fine, but he had one condition as well. Since we had a video we could watch, he wanted his own. He wanted to record a short video while they fucked. She told him it was fine as long as her face wasn't included.
So, it was set up, with one slight change, the time was moved up to 1:30 in the afternoon. He told her to wear the exact same outfit, the lacy black bra and panties, matching stockings, and the thin robe.
Violette and I now had to decide whether I was going to be physically present this time, or back in the garage watching the video feed. After much hard thinking, I decided it might be best if I was in the garage. We loved how much he took us past our comfort level before, and I was afraid that if I was there in person, I might stop something that we would end up getting off on.
This time around, after knowing how hot it was last time, we both had a hard time sticking to our "no sex, masturbation, or cumming until then" rule. Several times over the next couple of nights, we found the other person waking up from a sex dream moaning. This rule was for the best, we decided. The more desperate we were for release, the more we would go along with. Violette in particular, while I've said she's a freight train once she's going, she's a hurricane-level force when she needs to cum.
Once the day finally arrived, we were so desperate for orgasms that we actively avoided each other. We couldn't even talk. We had breakfast without saying a word, just giving each other flirty glances across the table. As soon as I could, I retreated to the garage.
At 1:30, on the dot, I watched his car arrive from the exterior camera. Instead of walking to the door, he texted Violette and asked her to meet him at his car, dressed exactly as she was. She was so horny, she didn't even bother to tie her robe closed as she headed out the door.
One of our fears about doing this again was that we wouldn't be able to replicate the same type of boundary pushing as before, that it would just be another guy fucking her (as hot as that thought was).
I have to say, Dalton was ready to set our fears at ease. I can't adequately describe the level or arousal that began to build as I watched my sweet little wife, clearly dressed for sex, walking down our sidewalk to meet someone other than her husband.
He jumped out of his car once he saw her and motioned for her to walk all the way to him. He was devouring her with his eyes as she approached. He leaned back against his car and opened his arms, clearly signaling for an embrace. They immediately started to kiss passionately, right there on the side of the street, in broad daylight where everyone could see. As they made out, he brazenly reached his arms inside her open robe and began to squeeze and massage her ass. He slowly moved one hand to her breast and began to rub it through her bra.
He broke the kiss and leaned his head back.
"What do you want," he asked, his voice loud enough to be heard across the street, but not yelling.
Violette, in no mood to waste time, got right to it.
"For you to take me inside and fuck my brains out with your big dick," she responded, just as loud.
"Well then, let's go," he said, a little surprise with how forward she was. "But you won't need that robe."
I could have cum right then when I watched her slide her robe off of her shoulders and hand it to him. She turned and headed for the door, in nothing but her lingerie and stockings.
He followed close behind. Once Violette had stepped just inside the door, her told her to stop. He stepped past her, turned her to face the door, then began kissing her neck from behind. She leaned her head back and gave herself to it, not worried about the open doorway she was standing in. He reached up and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then he reached down and slid her now-soaked panties past her hips. Violette took the cue, let them fall and then kicked them off.
As my wife stood in our doorway, completely nude for the world to see, he moved back in front of her and dropped to his knees. He reached around her legs, lifted her up, and then somehow maneuvered one leg over his shoulder, then the other. With her legs wrapped around his head, he began to mercilessly eat her pussy. She put one hand on the back of his head and reached the other to the top of the doorframe above to steady herself.
"Dalton!," she moaned. "Oh yes, I need this. Oh, lick my pussy!"
He was a man possessed, licking my wife's pussy, occasionally sucking on her clit, as she rode his face, completely naked in our doorway in the middle of the day. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick and began to jerk it.
Within 30 seconds she was ready to cum.
"Oh yes Dalton," she yelled. "Right there. Oh, uhh, that's right, suck my clit!"
Nothing was going to stop her orgasm, or so I thought.
Just before she was about to explode, he leaned his head back and yelled, 'Stop!"
The shock from his yelling froze her mounting climax.
"Dalton, please," she begged.
