by Matthew Lee
The kids arrived home from their summer at the grandparents and we took them out for ice cream, listening to their stories of hiking and horseback riding and building forts. School started ten days later and we fell back into our old-time routine, with one difference; every few days or on a weekend, we’d hire a babysitter and head over to Andrew’s place for a special night.
We made friends with the regulars and Emma had a few preferences. She never said anything about it but I noticed a common theme; every man she favored was well-hung. I think she never commented or shared her opinion about it to spare my feelings. I’d enjoy another woman from time to time but the frequency dropped as time went by. I wasn’t there for that. I was there to watch my wife.
One night Andrew and I watched Emma as a gorgeous blonde woman ate cum out of her. I asked him about the giant Hispanic man I’d seen so many weeks ago.
“El Rinoceronte,” he laughed. “The Rhino. The man’s a beast. He crosses the border for special occasions but mostly he stars at a private club down in Mexico. People come from all over the world to watch him perform. He has a waiting list of women wanting to be his lover. You liked him?”
“He was fascinating. All those tats and piercings. He looked scary and intimidating. His cock was enormous.”
“Biggest I’ve ever seen. He told me he was born fairly big but he also uses a plant that grows in the hills farther south; injections, creams, and pills. He says there’s a seventy percent chance it does nothing, ten percent chance it makes your cock grow, and a twenty percent chance it makes your stuff shrink. He offered me some and I said no thanks. Twenty percent? Fuck that.”
“Yeah.”
Easy decision, I thought, when your cock is already naturally big.
“Do you want me to get some for you?”
Ouch.
“No, I’m good. The risk is too high.”
He studied my face. There was nothing cruel in his eyes. He was sincerely asking. I knew he had another question and moments later he asked it.
“Would a smaller cock excite you?”
I was about to blurt no, but didn’t. Would it? Andrew went on. “I mean no disrespect. I’ve seen your face when we’re side by side. I get a little humiliation turns you on. You’re not the first man I’ve seen feel this way. Think about it. The stuff is insanely expensive but if you want to try some, I’ll buy it for you.”
We both lay there naked and I looked down at our soft dicks. Andrew’s scrotum was twice my size.
He read my mind. “His sperm count is off the charts, too. The supplement affects everything. He produces jizz like a racehorse. Scared me the first time I saw him shoot. He gave a woman a facial and we were shocked. She had puddles of sperm in her eye sockets for Christ’s sake. Does Emma want him?”
“No. I suspect he’s not her style. I’ve never brought the guy up and neither has she. I bet she thinks he’s disgusting.”
“Don’t make that bet. We were across the bed from you that night and before you showed up Emma said he was intriguing.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, that was her word; intriguing. I never mentioned him again but something about him got to her.”
That gave me something to think about. I made a mental note to ask Emma about it, but forgot.
“Hey,” Andrew said. “While we’re on the subject of sperm, I don’t know what precautions you guys take but if Emma gets pregnant, I’ll pay for a paternity test. If it’s mine, I’ll pay you guys a fortune for her to carry it.”
My stomach flipped and then flopped. Honestly, I’d not given much thought to the serious side of our new life. Emma pregnant with my bosses’ baby? Holy shit! Blood rushed to my penis and I casually moved my leg to hide my reaction from him. Why was that idea so hot?
“I’m sure you guys are being super careful and I highly doubt anything will happen, but you never know. Nature is a bitch. I just wanted to float that out there so you knew in advance how I felt.”
“Yeah, no problem. Why do you want a kid? I thought you’d be a bachelor to your dying day.”
He laughed. “I don’t want to raise it. I just want to know he or she is out there. I just want my lineage continued. You guys are great parents. I’ve seen you with your kids. I hate the idea of dying and ending my family line. I’d put the child in my will.”
Amazing. “Yeah, good to know. I’ll tell Emma.”
“Fantastic. Let me know what she says.”
Time, as they say, flies.
The project Andrew gave me was a massive success and I was promoted to Vice President. I never mentioned Andrew’s offer to Emma.
With our new income, Emma stopped looking for work. My sales stayed strong and for Christmas he gave me a new Mercedes. I was floored.
New Year’s Eve sailed by.
In February, I flew Emma to Paris for a week to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Before we could take a breath, summer loomed again. Andrew announced the date for this year’s island get-away, calling it the “Prisoners of Halfmoon Key Annual Extravaganza.” We made arrangements for the kids.
Again with the heat. Sticky air and unrelenting, brilliant sunlight falling on your head like red chimney bricks. Light so bright it hurt your eyes even behind sunglasses.
“Enough of this bullshit,” Emma grumbled. “I’m going for a swim.”
She stood and I glanced over. How far we’d come.
Emma wore tiny bikini bottoms and nothing else, her big tits a golden brown. Debbie, three chairs over, was completely nude. Paul wore ridiculously small white Speedos that Debbie teased him about.
Paul was even more like me than me; I’d seen Debbie fuck a dozen men over the last year and Paul was right there watching and jacking off. I’ve seen him eat fresh cum out of Debbie’s pussy. I’ve seen him suck cum right out of a cock. Once, he and Debbie kissed passionately while a street-hard thug fucked her ass and then his and then back to hers and then back to his. The brute finished by pounding Paul until filling his ass with cum. Not my thing but Paul and Debbie loved it. I knew right now under that Speedo, Paul wore a tight stainless-steel penis cage. Emma has several times asked me to try one. She says I’ve always been the one in charge of our sex-life and she thinks she’d like to be the boss every now and then. So far I’ve declined.
Emma headed for the water. She’d lost a little weight over the last twelve months, performing naked in front of people is fantastic motivation, but she still had that all-over soft look I loved so much. Her tits were big as ever, which thrilled me.
I heard Andrew call out from down the beach. I raised my head and saw him pointing at a bank of storm clouds boiling on the horizon. I lifted to one elbow.
“Again?” I mumbled. “What the hell?” Then I remembered we were in hurricane alley at the peak of the season, so, yeah, again. Andrew jogged up.
“I just got the weather report. Big storm shifted our way. Not like last time but still pretty fierce.”
“How long before it hits?”
“Hour. Maybe two.”
“Thanks.”
He wore wrap-around white linen pants that tied at the waist and no shirt and the tube of his penis was visible down the pant leg.
It was a much smaller party this year. Many declined after last year’s storm and kidnapping fiasco, but also he sent out fewer invitations. He’d mentioned to me he wanted something more private this time and I’d sarcastically suggested he leave the convicts in their cells. Many of the guests were from his European offices. With a smaller crowd, and especially a European one, we could all be a lot more open and carefree and often walked around the grounds only partially clothed, which is what indirectly led to Emma spending last night with Andrew in the mansion.
We’d arrived on the island a few days ago and settled right in, nabbing the same bungalow from the year before. When we learned Andrew had invited so few people and that most of them were from sexually liberal countries, Debbie joked about how she could walk around topless. Andrew told her to go
ahead and, in fact, Emma joined her an hour later, complaining of the heat and humidity. After that Andrew announced it was a clothing-optional vacation and that sealed the deal. The staff loved it too. All that skin had everyone horny. Sexual tension filled the air.
We ate dinner late but everyone from StoneWork US had eaten earlier so none of the individuals at the table knew Emma was my wife. She took a seat next to Andrew while I was washing my hands and by the time I got to the table the only seat open was at the other end. She further disguised the point by flirting with Andrew throughout dinner, acting familiar and wifely.
After we finished everyone moved to the den and Andrew started King Kong on the big screen and Emma again took the seat next to him. Debbie poked her head in and asked if I’d seen Paul and I said no, and she then made a funny face at the distance between Emma and I. She left to look for him.
Everyone paired up except me. I knew none of these people so I nabbed a plush armchair and settled in to watch the film, keeping one eye on my flirtatious and wayward wife.
Soon the sounds of kissing and the rustle of touching filled the darkened room. Andrew’s Euro friends were just as horny as his American ones. I was a fifth-wheel, sitting alone in my chair.
The screen provided enough light for me to watch the escapades going on around me. Emma and Andrew made out for a long time, tenderly running hands over each other. She lowered her mouth to his bare nipple and after a minute continued down to his lap. Her hands worked his draw-strings and a moment later his thick shaft appeared. She aimed the head into her mouth as her delicate hands stroked the shaft.
All around the circle of guests, people stopped to watch. I heard comments about how gorgeous she was, how sexy, how firm her big tits were and her round ass. They all had something nice to say and I hated they did not know she was with me. Someone said they made such an attractive couple and someone else followed that with what a lucky man he was to have her. My blood turned cold. We’d been swingers for a year now and yet these strangers succeeded in making me jealous. I wanted them to know the truth; Emma was with me! That’s my stunning wife, thank you very much. I knew over the next few days they’d see us together and the truth would make the rounds, but right now their ignorance was a thorn in my side.
Andrew leaned back in his chair and Emma put on a show. She knew everyone watched her. A glance at my face told her what I was feeling. She toyed with it. She sucked his cock like she was in love with him and not just in love with his dick and my heart ached. The anguish was strong and tore me up inside.
I loved it.
Her gaze drifted around the gathering and I followed where she looked. Hands were everywhere and I saw cocks and tits and pussy fondled and caressed. She realized she led the room and they responded to her actions with Andrew. She smiled. When her eyes again found mine, a wicked look crept into them. She held my gaze but lowered her mouth and began to suck Andrew but with the goal of antagonizing me.
“I love your cock, Baby,” she told him. “You’re so big. You get so hard. You have a man’s cock. When you fuck me, I leave the world behind.”
I heard the truth in every word.
She stopped sucking long enough to slip out of her T-shirt and shorts and then knelt between his knees and slid him back into her mouth. He softly brushed her long hair off her face and gazed adoringly down at her.
The group removed clothing too. Mouths closed on cocks and fingers penetrated pussies. Soft moans began to fill the room. Everyone watched Andrew and Emma together.
I’ve never seen Andrew get so hard. The veins along his shaft looked like earthworms in the dark. Emma licked his cock like ice cream and suckled his fat balls. I saw her suck a droplet of cum from the slit at the tip. She squeezed his cock in her fist and lifted the next drop with the tip of her tongue and crawled up his body to kiss him. A murmur of excitement ran through the crowd as my wife shared Andrew’s semen with him.
I undressed too. I felt like a pervert as the only one without a partner.
Emma maintained their kiss as she reached down for his turgid cock. She split her pussy lips and lined him up to her hole and then slowly sank her weight onto him. I’d seen Andrew take my wife before but something was in the air tonight. This was different. Emma made little mewling noises and Andrew moaned like he hadn’t had sex in ten years.
I wondered if he had shared his surrogate idea with her, too. I wondered if her heightened passion was fueled by a desire to conceive with him.
My body heat rose sharply. Their kisses lingered. Their touches carried so much feeling. They were sharing deep intimacies and it hurt like hell to watch but made my dick hard as stone.
She began lifting her hips and easing them back down and my eyes focused on his big balls. How many hundreds of million sperm did he carry? Andrew is a virile and robust man. He might have well over a billion and my sweet wife would soon get them all. Even in the dim lighting I saw his steely shaft glitter with her arousal.
I looked around the circle again. Everyone saw what I saw. Their eyes were welded to this hot couple making love. No one could look away. I had no partner so I began to stroke as Emma fucked him.
After a while he lifted her and put her on her back in the chair. He fucked her deep and incredibly slow. It was tortuous to watch. Emma never took her eyes from his. They drew out every moment they shared and I agonized over every second.
The crowd could take no more and turned to each other.
Andrew scooped Emma into his arms and stood, her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. Her weight sank her pussy all the way down onto his inches and forced all the air from her lungs. The pleasing discomfort of him buried so deep flashed across her face.
They kissed like newlyweds. Emma hugged him tightly and Andrew backed away from the chair and headed for the archway. Only the tight bag of his scrotum remained outside her body. I followed them as they kissed and Andrew aimed for his bedroom. He swung the door closed. I lost sight of my wife.
I heard the door lock.
I raced around outside but the curtains were drawn. His house had swallowed her. She was his tonight. Only his. All his. I could only imagine how many times he’d take my wife and fill her with seed.
I returned to the den to dress. My balls ached, my hard penis felt scorching. A tightness ran through my skeleton and I realized I hunched from the weight of an invisible burden. For the first time, I felt disconnected from my wife. Andrew had her. She was wholly and truly his alone. We’d never played our escapades this way.
I hurried back to our bungalow and spent the night furiously masturbating. I don’t know why I was so affected. That old feeling I used to get when seeing Andrew the morning after had returned, as if by submitting to him so completely, Emma forced my submission to him as well. I liked it.
At work, and in every other aspect of my life, I’m a hustler who doesn’t take no for an answer. I’m aggressive, persistent, and relentless. But let a confident, successful man with a big heavy cock seduce my wife and I fall right in line, wondering what else I can do to please him.
I fell asleep with my dick in my hand.
Emma returned to me in the morning, glowing. I shared my feelings with her from the night before and she listened intently, admitting she’d felt something special in the air too. When I asked if he’d mentioned being a surrogate for him, her eyebrows shot up.
“No, no he hadn’t,” she answered.
She seemed calm but I saw her mind raced, weighing, calculating. She wondered if she could carry a baby for a man that was not her husband. She pondered how she’d explain to family, friends, and our kids. She imagined herself pregnant with Andrew’s child.
Now that man stood next to my chaise lounge and we watched my wife swim topless in the Gulf of Mexico. I glanced again at the bulge in his pant leg and saw he’d grown from watching Emma take her dip. It excited me after having her all night, he wanted my wife again already.
I felt proud. He didn’t love her like I
did. I felt no threat from the man or Emma and Andrew. They had feelings for each other; after that much sex you’d have to. But I knew the feelings were not of a standard relationship type. My marriage was not threatened. Two men adored and desired the same woman and that woman adored and desired her two men. But I was her husband. Andrew was her Bull-cocked Lover. Our roles fit us perfectly.
I realized I felt a connection to Andrew I’d not been aware of, a connection which had been growing for almost a year. He looked down at me looking up at him and smiled. He looked back out to sea, watching Emma walk up the sand, big tits swaying. He was still my boss but now I also had a sense of kinship, a brother-in-arms. We shared espirit de corps.
The secret I’d been keeping from him popped into my head. I decided in an instant.
“Hey, Andrew, I’ve been meaning to tell you. I think Emma and I found a ship wreck on the far side of your island. We should investigate it.”
He looked down at me.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Remember last year when I borrowed the scuba gear? Emma and I found some trinkets and I thought I saw something on the ocean floor. In the excitement, I forgot all about it. We should go back.”
White lies are okay when used to escape a big lie, right?
He scanned the clouds on the horizon. “Too late today but with luck that front will miss us and we can go tomorrow.”
The front didn’t miss us. The front slammed into Halfmoon Key around midnight. A large palm frond shattered the window of our bungalow but fortunately we weren’t there to experience it. We were in Andrew’s room with another couple fucking like mad to the sounds of the storm. We had the French doors and all the windows open and just let the wind and rain howl through the room.
As always, when he has more than one pussy to choose from, Andrew always nuts inside Emma.
