"Ooohhhhhh Daddeeeeee! I simply love your BIG DICK!"
His wife yelled out in passion to her hung-Hulk!
Greg was shocked. As he had never heard the word 'DADDY' from her sexy mouth for the BBC (Big British Cock). He listened to her 'Alpha-Man's' masculine grunt of ultimate satisfaction, and then to the sounds of their lips smacking together in desire resultant of the uninterrupted slurping smooch.
Human sexuality is a complicated thing. Very few people really understand it; and Greg for one would never be able to fully explain it despite the fact that he was experiencing the pain of it to the core and excitement of it to the brim!
That was the beginning of end for him. The beginning of his painful (?) cuckolding days. As he was yet to come in compromise with his strong ego and endless embarrassment. His standard 5.5" inch penis gave him all the more reasons to be in a duel mind, to be or not to be over-whelmed with profound excitement or prolong sorrow?
He listened and was perpetually awestruck as his dearest wife submitted herself completely by breaking the vows of their auspicious marriage, because she had promised to be sharing the bed with her supremely endowed 'Man-Mountain'.
With a height of 6'3" and a weight of 240 pounds her BBC was well endowed out there with a full erect mast of 12" long, 7.5" girth and weighing about a pound and half or about 682 grams!
As impossible as it might be to dissect and understand multiple layers of complexity involved in Greg and Grace's new sexual dynamic. Though on the face of it looked pretty simple and less complicated perhaps, because 'Size' ruled over 'Sentiment'. 'Alpha Man' dominated over 'Affectionate Human'. Though that was not necessarily the rule of the thumb for all women, but it was definitely the dominating factor for most.
And Grace was not an exception to what was happening to most. She was moaning louder now than before, as the thrusting by her 'Alpha-Man' had become more urgent as their bodies collided together in sexual need and desire. Greg heard his dearest wife's wild gasp. His mind's eye immediately realised and visualized the very fact about the pleasure another man giving her. To be precise an 'Alpha-Man'.
"Ohh My God... I'm cumming! Oohhhh My God... I'm cumming!! Ooohhhhhh My Gawd... I'M CUMMING!!! IT'S SOOO BIG! IT'S FILLING ME SO DEEEEEEP! REACHING ALL THOSE DEPTH... I'D NEVER EXPERIENCED IN SIX YEARS OF MY MARRIAGE! IT'S SOOO THICK! I'M CUMMING ALL OVER IT! I'M SIMPLY LOVING IT! I... I... LOVE YOU... LOVE YOU SOOO VERY MUCH... DADDY!!!"
Greg was dumb-founded. He had never seen, heard or experienced anything like that from the mouth of his better-half -- Grace. Now those words from his beloved wife's mouth for someone other than her husband were acting like all-new steel-bullets piercing through even bullet-proof jackets.
Greg of course knew size does matter. But he could never guessed in his wildest imagination that someone's behemoth bulge would create such a ripple in his married wife's mind and body that she would become a slave of that massive cock. Greg felt a strong surge of embarrassment as he could jolly well imagine Grace's eyes being cloudy and her tone being intoxicated with raw desire as she was in a brink of virtual madness. Greg heart pounded with the surge of jealousy, but at the same time he also felt an undeniable stirring in his lions, listening to her excited monologues.
He could immediately recall how faithful both of them were to each other, until she encountered the pillar of peak masculinity, changing their life and relation forever. It was so impressive for her that it became impossible for Grace to avoid it at the very first glance, and became imperative for her to live with all along.
Her physical arousal succumbed to her latent and new found female curiosity, made her to submit her completely to the horribly-hunk 'Alpha-Man'. Her face flashed, it became beet-root red, and she was in a trance. Unknown to her, she was being successfully seduced by her seducer (or tormentor?) with his easy masculinity, dominant personality and massive cock. Adequate ingredients to put Grace under his spell for the inhabitable to happen ultimately at its own course of time and pace.
Her ultimate statement on his manhood, "Oh God! I can't believe how big it is!" Which put Greg in trance. Because he by now knew it pretty well as to what was there in store for him. If not soon, than might be sooner his darling wife would become a slave of that BBC (Big British Cock).
"Now I understood why your wife calls you 'Bull'! But she's wrong! You should have been called a 'Horse'!" Grace said not so gracefully, "Your thing is thicker and longer than my forearm" She said as a statement. And to be very frank she was not at all wrong. With a length of 12 inches and a girth of 7.5 inches her 'Man-Mountain' was well-endowed which probably not even one per cent of the global mankind possess! Thus, there was no reason left out for her well-hung man to be arrogant and snobbish to a great extent.
Greg heard his grunts. Evident of the very fact that he had just unloaded his abundant, thick and very potent baby-making seeds deep inside his dearest wife's unprotected womb at the peak of her fertility period. Quite possible making her pregnant just at one go. Because, he had seen him cum once, while Grace had given him a hand-job. And he had seen how he had cum. His single cum was almost equivalent to his one complete season's outcome! There was a strong feeling of jealousy gradually got embedded inside his already confused and critical mind-set.
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CHAPTER: 2 -- FALLING FOR GRACE (PAST -- 9
th
MARCH 2014)
Grace was 25 years old and was working with an International Airlines as a CSA (Customer Service Associate) posted in the International Terminus, New Delhi. Greg was working as GM Merchandising with a multinational sports footwear brand with HQ at Noida. At the age of 28 years, Greg stood at 5'5" with a weight of
135 pounds. He was fair and handsome. He met Grace for the first time at the 'Check-In' counter, while flying to Mumbai from Delhi. He requested for a window seat, which she promptly complied into. Grace liked Greg's nature and smile. He was extra polite while talking to her then, which he continued all along.
He hooked to Grace's beauty. Grace was a natural blonde. With oceanic blue almond eyes, thick eyebrows and long eyelashes, she could convey and convince more with her big talkative eyes than with her small and cute mouth. She had a perky nose and a pair of pouty lips. Her 'On-Duty' a must maintained 'Make-Up' of smug-proof mascara and shocking-pink high-cheek-bone blush were adding more ammunition to her beauty than was probably required. At a natural height of 5'4" and a weight of 120 pounds Grace was more of a knock-out beauty. And with the add-on two-inch of uniform heel, she could easily exceeded Greg's modest height by an inch.
Normally Grace never stands up for an aviation customer. But that particular day, and that particular moment what took over her mind and emotion, Grace was unable to reason out, as she stood up from her chair, and handed over the 'Boarding Pass' to Greg with both her hands and a nostalgic smile.
Quickly Greg caught a glance over Grace's 34" 'C' bust size and the 36" plus hip measurement. Though fairly slim otherwise, Grace had the rightful graceness at all her vital body parts, that was what Greg could easily guessed as he moved over with an equally soft and sober 'Thank You' smile. It was only when he was asked by the security guy at the 'Security Check' that he should not have written things on the 'Boarding Pass' he came back to his senses and realised that Grace had given him her name and contact number at the back of the 'Boarding Pass' with a smiley. That was a 'Sold-Out' gesture from her.
As Greg moved into the Boeing 737 flight through the front aero-bridge corridor, he was over-whelmed by the extra courtesy and smile received from the airlines crew members. The final icing on the cake was his seat allotment. He had asked for a 'Window Seat', but in addition she had not only given him what he had requested, but also it was right behind the 'Executive Class' which had the maximum leg space. Greg was 'Sold-Out' at the over-whelmed gesture from Grace.
Throughout his one hour forty minutes flight from take-off to landing, Greg was treated like a VIP in the flight. At one moment of time when he gathered some decency and asked as to why he was getting treated like a VIP, the female crew member replied with a polite smile that, 'Blame it on Grace'. Nothing was left for imagination. Grace had passed-on the required info to her colleagues in the flight, which was well executed by the bunch as good Samaritans.
But the million dollar question was 'Why'? Why Grace suddenly showered all the grace for him? Greg wanted to push his luck. He knew that the CSAs normally don't have a fixed working schedule. It keeps on changing at the very last moment as per the requirement for the next day's advance plan and requirement. Before landing at Mumbai (Bombay) he WhatsApp Grace 'Will be arriving back from Mumbai on 10
th
March at 10.10 PM. Flight details follows.'
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Greg's schedule in Mumbai was pretty hectic. He had already a rolled-out plan to meet vendors for out-sourcing the add-on accessories procurements like socks, polishes, brushes, laces and shoe-horns. The back-to-back meetings didn't give any elbowroom for Greg to think beyond a shoe-string time schedule. He even had working lunch on munching away a hamburger and some French-Fries with a Coke. Dinner too was totally uneventful.
Next day too was pretty hectic for him. Between Ola and Uber, he had lined up meetings with vendors and procurers of footwear accessories. It was only at late in the evening when he was relatively free that Grace's smiling face came into his mind. He quickly messaged her about the flight details half expecting a reply.
