PRELUDE
So, there I was on my knees in front of my wife, sucking her enormous cock, and I couldn't get enough of it.
Now, it's not like Donna always had a cock, and I sure as hell never imagined that I would ever be doing anything remotely like this, much less being so turned on by it. But, there on my knees, I could feel my own cock throbbing against my leg in time with my pulse, leaking more pre-cum than I would have ever thought possible.
Just yesterday, I had been revolted by the very idea of me performing fellatio, and had even tried to run away to keep it from happening. Yet, here I was, my wife's dick pulsing inside my eager mouth, taking it as deeply as I could. I was desperately trying to coax every drop of liquid out of it, and experimenting with the best techniques to make this happen. Somewhere above me, I could hear my wife moaning, and I looked up to see an expression of unbridled lust on her normally reserved features. She was watching me with a look in her eyes that could best be described as carnivorous, and I actually groaned around her cock when I saw it. At this particular moment, her desire was as contagious as her bodily fluids were addictive.
I pulled her cock wetly out of my throat, snatched a much needed breath, and lapped at its mammoth head with my tongue, while simultaneously milking its thick shaft with both of my hands. I actually squealed with glee when this action succeeded in squeezing even more of her sticky pre-cum out onto my waiting tongue. I revelled briefly in its sweet taste before quickly swallowing it, closing my eyes, and whining contentedly. I'd already consumed quite a lot of her musky secretion, and what I hadn't been able to swallow was coating my cheeks and dripping off my chin. This woman produced more pre-cum than most men produced ejaculate, and I was determined to lick up every single delicious droplet.
I was opening my mouth to welcome Donna's dick back into it when I heard her giggle mischievously above me. I opened my eyes just as she reached down to pull her cock up and away from me, only to hold it just a few inches beyond my now empty mouth.
To say that my wife's personality had changed along with her transformation was an understatement. In five years of marriage, she'd never once stood up to me, yet here she was, holding her glorious cock just beyond the reach of my yearning tongue, listening to me whimper and beg to have it back in my mouth where it belonged.
I was out of my mind with craving; beyond rational thought. I literally could not get enough of her pre-cum and, until she actually achieved orgasm, there was nothing else on my mind except making her do just that. She, however, apparently had other plans. She wanted to make this last, and all I could do was play along, helpless to do anything else but submit to every one of her increasingly lascivious whims.
"Wanna play a game?" Donna asked nonchalantly.
NO, I screamed in my mind. I just want you to cum in my mouth. My stomach gurgled its agreement. Pleasssssssssse!
But that's not what I said. Instead, I panted, "Yessssss ... anything," even as I stuck out my tongue to try and reach a glob of pre-cum that was slowly oozing from the tip of her gigantic prick.
It hadn't always been like this, of course.
Donna and I had met and fallen in love in high school, long before her little friend had joined our relationship. I'm the first to admit that ours hadn't exactly been a stereotypical relationship. I was the captain of the football team, so you would have probably expected her to have been one of the cheerleaders. But, no, Donna had been a shy, diminutive student; the only Asian girl in our mid-western high school, as well as the editor of the school's year book.
I'll be honest and admit that there was only one reason why I asked her out in the first place. Well, OK, two reasons actually: she had the biggest tits in our school, and I had vowed to my buddies on the football team that I was going to be the first to see them. It took some work, but when she finally did agree to go out with me, I discovered something unexpected when we actually hit it off! It turned out that we shared the same love of geeky movies and classic rock.
In time, when I finally got my wish to see her tits, I wasn't disappointed. They were spectacular. To top things off, she had the most sensitive nipples too. I could play with those thick brown nubs for hours, and it would drive her absolutely wild. She never managed to go over the edge mind you - blame her conservative upbringing for that. In fact, she didn't have her first real orgasm until about two years into our relationship, but I didn't care so much, because she was always very receptive to my needs.
At least in the beginning.
We got married right after high school, and moved to the big city. I had hoped that putting some distance between Donna and her ultra-conservative foster parents might help loosen her up, but no such luck. If anything, even after everything they had done to her over the years, she still felt a considerable amount of guilt—especially in association to all things sexual—so that, over time, our sex life actually got worse.
And so it was that, after about five years of marriage, I began to tire of the same old thing. The sex was good, it was just neither frequent enough, nor adventurous enough. The lights always had to be off while we did it, and if there happened to be a wet spot on the bed afterwards, then we had to change all the sheets to crisp fresh ones before we could finally go to sleep! I rarely saw her naked anymore, and she seemed to have developed an allergy to my cum.
In fact, it got to the point that I saw more female flesh in the neighbour's back yard than I did in my own home! The Lintons, who lived right next door, had a pool, and you could get an ideal view of it from the window at the midway landing of the stairs leading to the upper floor of our house. Their daughter, Melanie, had just turned eighteen, and frankly, it was about time! She'd already been looking this age for about two years, and now that she was finally legal, I could look without feeling guilty. That teenager had one of the hottest bodies I had ever seen, and she never seemed to wear anything except string bikinis, even when she was doing her Yoga on a mat beside the pool.
This constant titillation, combined with my wife's frigidity, is what finally broke me, and caused me to start looking for a little something on the side. I had needs! I was a man! It wasn't my fault that my wife wasn't giving me enough to keep me satisfied!
If I'd only have known then what havoc my infidelity would wreak.
DAY 1
SATURDAY
That first Saturday morning found me lingering on the landing watching Melanie take off her robe and adjust her tiny, dental floss bikini. Downstairs, I could hear a knock on the door followed by the sound of my wife's footsteps as she walked across the living room floor to answer it. A moment later, I heard two voices talking excitedly before the door closed again. I recognized the second voice as that belonging to Donna's best friend Gary, a gay twinkie of a man.
Now, don't get me wrong, Gary is a nice enough guy, and it's great that Donna has a male friend that I don't have to worry about, but I have always been disgusted by his choice of lifestyle. I'm as tolerant as the next guy, and don't really care what kind of fruity sex he gets up to in his own bedroom, but you'd never catch me doing anything as revolting as that. I'd always assumed that the reason Donna had been so willing to befriend a gay man was as some kind of rebellion against her homophobic parents. Shame she didn't rebel by loosening up about sex instead. It coulda saved us both a lot of discomfort.
Donna and Gary were about to head out for a weekend away at a health spa. My wife had actually won the trip for two on the radio, and had initially asked if I wanted to go with her. I lied, telling her that I had some writing to catch up on, and suggested that she take Gary. The truth was, I had been waiting for just such an opportunity for a while now.
Suddenly, Donna was at the base of the stairs looking up at me. "Gary and I are about to leave Randy," she said, eyeing me on the landing knowingly, one eyebrow raised.
I tried to act nonchalant and pretend that I was in the process of walking up the stairs instead of leering out the window. "OK cool," I responded as I continued to ascend the steps in an obvious manner. "I'll be right down."
I was actually a bit surprised that Gary had come into the house instead of simply waiting in the car. One night a few months back, an uncharacteristically drunk Donna had revealed to me that Gary had a huge crush on me.
"He thinks yer hot," she had slurred.
At the same time, Donna had admitted that this fact had made her hesitant to bring Gary over because of how he was always throwing himself at me, something I'd never actually noticed. Truth be told, the thought of a man lusting after me was repugnant, but I wasn't above having a little fun with it. That's why, on the rare times that I did see Gary of late, I made sure he got an eyeful of a body that he would never, ever be able to touch, no matter how much he may have wanted to.
Once upstairs, I slipped into our bedroom, and quickly changed into some workout clothes that were skimpy enough to show off my well defined muscles as well as the very generous bulge in my shorts. I snickered at my own impudence as I headed down the stairs, catching a fleeting glimpse of a sun-bathing Melanie as I passed the window.
Briefly, I wondered why it was that I had never actually seen her swimming.
