CHAPTER SIX. ONE MAN'S LOSS...
We walked arm linked. I have no idea who was trembling more. I looked up at the big man and simply couldn't speak. He accepted Rebecca's offered hand and nodded at me.
"Thank you bro, and yes I'll take good care of your lovely wife. I'll fuck her real good."
He drew the white gloved hand to his mouth as she'd extended it and then kissed the back of the laced palm tenderly. Rebecca then knelt, as if this was some rehearsed script, right there in the middle of our living room, dressed as she was on that perfect spring day, the image still implanted indelibly in my memory. She reached up, and with dainty white laced encompassed fingers, slowly worked the belt, unclasped the button and oh so slowly... and breathlessly, drew down the zipper... The suit trousers succumbed to gravity. The black silk briefs beneath were struggling to contain the massive appendage lurking therein. I had to take a seat. Remaining vertical was no longer doable. My wife ran her hand gently over the tented bulge, softly fingering it. She moved in close and inhaled his scent, moaning as she did so, before backing off, raising her petite hand to the elastic upper banding and drawing the material out and over the 'cock'. It literally fell into her face and wet smacked her beautiful cheek. My god it was huge! I'm average at best but this thing was in a different league altogether! My wife giggled and cooed like a love sick kitten.
"Oh sweetie isn't Matty's cock just wonderful!" She rubbed it adoringly over her face and wet lubricant smeared her softness. "Hmm, it smells delightful honey. I'll certainly get to fall in love this sweet aroma." She licked the very tip with the point of her tongue. Beneath the sheer veil her eyes sought out her lover's approval, wide puppy dog eyes seeking a master's nod. He groaned. That was her signal. She lifted the cock up against his shirt tails and licked his balls gently, just like the little kitten image I still had planted in my simmering brain. The pink tongue lapped excitedly, and then drew a long wet trail up the underside before red glossy lips sucked over the helmet, taking just the head inside her widely stretched mouth and suctioning hard over the deep recess of the taut rim.
"Sweetie, why don't you come over here and watch me? I think that would be nice, and it might involve you more." My bride held her prize next to her cheek as she motioned me forward.
I wasn't expecting this! I felt a bit weird, being up close and personal with another man's cock, especially this massive thing belonging to my arch nemesis. However, curiosity as they say... I shuffled forward on my detached knees.
"What do you think honey, isn't it just so beautiful?" She slurped over the spongy head. "And it's so delicious as well. If you ever want a taste, just say, okay sweetie?" She smiled as she took another long slurp but kept her big lovely eyes on me.
I was shaking my head furiously. No way Jose!
"Well, one day you might want to share with me. Never say never darling." Rebecca winked. Another long tongue slide ensued followed by more frantic sucking. "Matty's cock will really stretch my little pussy darling, look how big it is?" She looked besotted and giddy. God, I hope I can take it all!" She swooned and went back to town on her prize.
Matt groaned. "God your good girl..."
His comment just fired up my wife and she started ramming her head down over that presumably tasty appendage. I noticed Matt was pushing his hips into her on each of her inward impalement's, his hands now gripping her jeweled headpiece. He was now fucking my wife's beautiful veiled face, possessed now with rampant alien desire.
"Shit..." he exclaimed, "that's enough, I'm gunna come if you keep that up babe!"
My wife sucked free, drool hung from her chin but she pouted like a kid denied ice cream.
Matt chuckled. "I know you're disappointed, but I'll give you a nice big mouthful later, right now I want to feel that little pussy clamping down on me. Kev, bro, stand her up and bend her over the couch... and lift the dress over onto her back."
Amazingly I excitedly complied! I was now a burning flaming comet ready to strike the sun! Amazing what a fired up libido will do to your brain! I enthusiastically helped Rebecca to her feet and she even kissed me quickly on the cheek before shuffling about quickly and expectantly into place. Her need was extreme; I could see it in her hazed eyes. Like me, she too was a simmering orb due to detonate. I struggled getting the layers of wedding dress folded over onto her arched down back. Matt just chuckled at my frantic efforts. Finally the pale cheeks of my bride's prime heart shaped bum framed by skimpy white silk panties and suspenders peeked tantalizingly from beneath the gown. She wriggled her ass in wanton anticipation.
"Spread you knees beautiful. I want you wide open. Kev, pull the panties down... leave them stretched across her thighs enough to allow me access."
He nodded when I turned to check I'd done it right. Yes, he nodded and smiled! I was pleased... proud in my complicity. I backed back, admiring the wet pulsing temple of my precious goddess. I could smell her need, I could see her lust. She arched her back down to present her nether region more readily. Matt stepped close and gently stocked over her soaked frilly opening. Rebecca shuddered and then howled... His first touch ignited her. God, she had a lit fuse and this was going to be awesome! We'd fucked many hundreds of times, but I'd never witnessed this depth of wantonness, depravity and need in her ever before. It really excited me to know she was experiencing so much pleasure, and he hadn't even taken her yet. It was like we were feeding of each other's need. Matt shrugged the shirt and tie quickly whist Rebecca moaned in anxious anticipation. My wife's new lover was a solid chunk of muscle and washboard ripple. His chest had a moss deep covering of thick black hair. His dark eyes glowed. He moved forward and my breath hitched as that immensely fat cock-head glazed my wife's quivering pussy slit. She jumped again at the touch, and then shoved backwards in a failed attempt to impale herself. Matt chuckled and slapped her gorgeous ass.
"Settle petal... I was going to ask your husband if he'd like to hold you, and perhaps hug you, like as a kinda loving symbolic gesture." Matt sawed her slit with long purposeful teasing strokes.
"Oh yes please, that would be wonderful. Oh please sweetie, please hold me close. I need you." She wriggled that perfect ass as she gazed dreamily back at me over her shoulder.
Matt indicated my position, kneeling next to my girl. "Good, now hold her hand and support her. Okay?"
I nodded like I was in a trance. Some strange spell had me detached and floating. I was really struggling to function. I looked over at Rebecca's raised ass. The soft pink skin covering that tight bum seemed to glow; whilst the cock pulsed excitedly. The huge head pushed forward and my goddess's labia petals flowered...
For the first time since she'd first worn this dress my wife's temple was sucking another man's cock into its warm interior. Her weeping pussy relented, stretched alarmingly, and finally succumbed as the head disappeared within. Rebecca groaned and shuddered as a second orgasm screamed through her systems, spiking and sparking harshly. I have no idea how nature worked the miracle I now witnessed before me because surely it couldn't fit...
"Fuck, she's tight bro." He pushed forward. My beautiful bride's legs were shaking as she whined and shook some more. He began to stroke slowly and Rebecca growled and arched some more as if that might relive the pressure. Fluids squelched. We all groaned.
What happened after that is neither describable nor worthy of such. To say he fucked my wife's brains out is probably the simplest way to say how it was. For twenty minutes he fucked her... relentlessly. She must have had like a gazillion orgasms! Somewhere amidst the debauchery he got the dress off her. Her frilly bra was wrapped about her neck and those perfect boobs bobbed unfettered as she bounced on him like Annie Oakley. I could imagine her yelling 'yippy I oh', but she was too busy screaming. I tried to hold her hand throughout her 'ordeal'. Finally he blew his load bellowing and cursing. My bride's final orgasm, as he shunted up into her and flooded the doors to her womb... was absolutely awesome! She collapsed over his chest like some discarded rag doll, still flopping about his solid torso as he collapsed over her spent and exhausted. Rebecca was a sweaty sated mess of female perfection.
Somewhere amidst the interaction I'd managed out of my pants and of course now found myself both sated and messy. Matt had basically fucked us both, and neither of us would ever complain. He picked up my limp semi-nude wife, winked at me and said they were going to bed now. I heard the bedroom door close only a few moments before I rolled onto the hardwood floor beneath me and fell sound asleep.
I was a cuckold. That was now a certain fact. I'd witnessed the occasion. There was no going back now! I'd crossed the Rubicon. My wife had a lover, and after what I'd just witnessed, she would be fucking him many more times in the future. The path forward was clearly mapped.
I woke sometime in the night to cries from the bedroom. My wife was in full orgasm again. I realized the pathetic state of my countenance and decided to clean up and have a shower. I trudged past the master bedroom and stopped momentarily to listen in at the door. I could hear the headboard smacking against the wall.
"Oh god, it's so big babe, your splitting me open. Ohhh!"
"Okay gorgeous, we'll try this again later. I'll lose the condom. There, now spread those legs. Ahhh, okay, is that better?"
"Ooohhh, yeah, more of that babe! Give me that big cock... hard, harder!"
I started to feel dizzy again. I moved down the hall to the main shower, and turned on the cold water, full blast!"
It was a sleepless night. I'd checked on the twins and they were snuggled up fine. I lay on the spare bed listening to the room next door. The shower was running at about two in the morning. I could hear them fucking up against the tiled wall. Holy shit they were insatiable!
"Oh god... Matt!"
"Have you told your Kev that he's now a cuckold?"
"No, oh fuck! No, not yet, oh shit I'm coming!"
"Tell him babe, he'll be listening coz that's what cuckolds do. Tell him he's a cucky!"
"Ohhh... Oh, Matt... ohhh. I'm commm... oooohhh!!"
I shoved a pillow over my head. Was he mocking me, and why was I so hard again? I feared masturbating because if I came again it would just hurt too much. The human male was not designed to come as many times as I had today. It was in that moment I envied all females.
"Oh fuck, that was a big one." She breathed heavily through the wall as yet orgasm subsided. "Now fuck me some more baby..."
****
Five long hours of torture later I was cooking breakfast.
"Hey bro, wow that smells great." I looked up as Matt wandered in dressed only in a robe. He could see my concern. "Relax man, your little wife's okay, just a bit sore and tired. I fucked her pretty much all night." He chuckled. "I just couldn't get enough of that tight pussy. Fuck, she goes off, and that hot box just clamps and spasms! I must have cum in her about eight times! Sometime in the night I had to clean her out so I could fit some more in!" I forced grinned, wondering how much damage I could do to his smug face with a plastic spatula. "Hey bro... Why don't you take her in some coffee and food? It might be nice to comfort her for a while... and re-bond. We're not due on set till noon, so we got plenty of time man." He sat and I poured him a coffee. Yeah, I wanted so desperately to see Rebecca, so I said thanks and gathered up the sustenance.
"Hey..." I knocked and entered. The room reeked of sex. My wife was sprawled out like a starfish on her front and cum was still dribbling from her red, puffy and almost certainly abused sex. "Shit, are you okay?"
She tried to laugh, like a person in pain. "Yeah, I guess I'll live. Shit, I've never been pounded like that before!" She was talking into her pillow, seemingly unable to roll over. "Thank you beautiful, for allowing me this. How are you, are 'we' still good?"
I placed the tray, picked up the coffee mug and sat on the bed edge holding it out to her. Rebecca rolled over awkwardly and I gasped. Her eyes followed my line of sight.
"Oh god, he bit my tits! No wonder their so sore! The bastard!" She laughed and accepted the coffee. "So, other than your obvious concern for me, how are you feeling my wonderful husband? You must me nearly as tired as me. Were you listening all night?" She smiled not waiting for my response. "Was that fun beautiful?" I think I blushed.
"Yes and no. It was hard to take, knowing how much you were enjoying it and..."
