by Derrin Hart
Damien let her lead him to me by his thick penis. I hesitated but, hands tied, had little choice. I opened my mouth and took his mushroom-headed dick into my mouth. He must have been nine inches or at least eight. I did my best while my wife smiled and looked on. She fondled Damien’s naked chest and rubbed his muscles. “That’s enough,” she said, pulling her lover away and leading him around the corner once again. I was speechless.
“I want my turn now,” Cat demanded. “Make love to me, Damien, fuck me!” I heard nothing but raw, animal emotion in her cry for sex.
Damien proclaimed his superiority like Tarzan in the jungle. I imagined him beating his chest with his fists as he cried out, “These amazing lips are mine, all mine! Your hubby does not deserve such glorious cunt flaps.”
These two fucked and fucked … and fucked some more. She screamed in ecstasy over and over again. They didn’t say anything particularly original, but I wonder if anyone ever does when caught up in the ecstatic moment.
I heard the inevitable, “Oh God you’re so much bigger than my husband,” and “You fit so well,” and “You’re stretching me.” They thrived on knowing I was around the corner. Damien pounded her pussy and fucked with her head.
“Is this what you want?” he’d say. “Can your husband do this? Can he make your scream like this?”
There was a lot more teasing. He took my bride and posed her doggy style near the corner’s edge. He drove his cock and balls into my wife as I watched her take his thick rod from behind. I saw nothing but her facial expressions and man, it was the wildest view. I wanted so badly to see more, to touch my cock.
He pulled her from my view and back to the bed. I had only that last visual to tide me over. “That’s a good girl,” Damien said. “Ride me, that’s right, ride my fucking pole.”
Cat was equally vocal, “Oh baby, yes, oh baby, darling, you feel so wonderful. OHHHHHHH, that is sooooooo good!”
The bed shook. I could hear it rattle as they rode it. The pair screwed recklessly, like long-lost lovers. “Yes!” Catherine cried out, “yes! Fuck me like that, kiss me, make me explode for you.”
Soon after, they both climaxed together. Screams of pleasure and sexual gratification echoed throughout the hotel suite. Finally the noise stopped, and silence fell. I wondered what was next. I could barely make out their whispers. Yet in time they came back over to me. Damien lifted my wife up to proudly expose her fully creamed pussy. He guided it over, and I was well aware of what was expected of me. Her lips were so big, so swollen, so well used. They had fornicated for over an hour and a half. No condom, just a massive cream pie, which I welcomed, letting her smother my face. I lapped up every last drop.
I was expecting to be set free, but that did not happen. They decided a swim was in order and headed for the pool they had spotted on the way in. I was left alone.
When they returned later, Catherine, wearing nothing but a thong, untied me. “How was your swim?” I asked.
Cat only winked. Damien had gone to the other end of the suite, not paying attention. “It was good, darling’,” Cat said. “There, now you’re free. Here’s the key, go ahead and release yourself and come to bed with us.”
I unlocked my cage and, wearing just my dress shirt, approached the bed. The couple was waiting for me, naked and lying together.
Damien looked me over. “Well, well, Mike, I now see what Catherine has been talking about. You, my friend, are … shall we say … small.” I was ashamed yet excited to be with them.
“Come on, Mike, help me out here,” Cat said. “We have to get my guy hard again.” I slid onto the bed next to my wife and we kissed. It felt so good to be involved. “Help me, honey,” she said. “Let’s work this masterpiece.”
It did not take long for a double switching blowjob to arouse Damien again. His penis was thick and long, the head, beefy and swollen. I could taste the chlorine from the pool as well. Catherine was ablaze again just seeing his tool rise to attention. She told me to position myself so that I could lick her pussy and his balls from underneath. Soon he was inside her again, bare and deep. They pushed back and forth and I did as I was told, sucking his fat balls and lapping her pussy lips. He didn’t last as long this time and pulled out of her, spewing his load in my face and all over her engorged cunt lips. I had fondled my little one and come myself just minutes earlier.
The next time we met the games continued. I was made to lie nude on the hotel bed and Catherine on top of me, also naked. Damien had full access to her body, and I just accepted the fact. She, however, was allowed to kiss me and talk to me as he ate her pussy and fondled her titties. I noticed she wore her wedding ring proudly now. He guided his manhood slowly into my wife. After he slid smoothly inside her, she moaned in pleasure and desire. I kissed her neck and helped her join together with him in the missionary position. She loved the extra attention.
Afterward she sat up and made us both lie back for blowjobs and, to my chagrin, comparisons. “Oh, my lord, what have we here?” my wife playfully announced. “The bigly and the peewee.” Then she took each of us in her mouth. In fact, she took us both at once.
Damien then said he was ready for her and took over, with no interruption. “It’s time to show your husband what a real man can do with a woman like you,” he said.
They stood and he lifted her up to impale her with his stiff rod. Holding her in the air by the waist, he guided her as he bounced her up and down on his cock. It truly was incredible. I was watching my wife fuck a superior white man. He jabbed his finger at me. “You can’t do this, can you, Mikey?” I fondled Tiny and shook my head.
Soon after her bouncing ride, he set her down on the floor and got behind her. Holding her legs at the ankles, he positioned her for what he called “the wheelbarrow.” Lifting her up, he moved in closer and inserted his massive dong. She yelped as she took him in this new position. That was the craziest one yet. I had an amazing view of her open cunt, her lips flapping wide, her hole visible. Then there was his fat dick still effortlessly hard.
“Now for the grand finale,” Damien said, “the reverse pile driver.”
He took my wife, flipped her upside down so that her legs were in the air, and fucked her senseless. She was lost in it all, experiencing so many things for the first time. This was acrobatic sex beyond even her ken.
They screwed and screwed! When he finished this show, Damien went to rummage around in his bag. He produced nipple clamps, which Catherine was made to put on me. They were tight as hell and hurt. Dr Love looked at me wearing them and laughed. “Now, go jerk off in the corner, Mike, while I enjoy your wife some more.”
I sat in the desk chair. He took my Catherine and made her ride him cowgirl, facing me. Those gigantic twat lips were looking me in the eye. She loved the fun, the thrill of it all.
Next he tossed her onto her back and fucked her missionary. I watched as they made out and his ass pushed hard in and out of her welcoming pelvis. She took his thick nine with great enthusiasm. Their bodies were glistening with sweat. Here they were all heated up, he bucking into her, she grabbing his ass and taking him deep. Meanwhile I sat there naked, jerking my little penis, a cuckold watching his southern belle hotwife well handled and deeply fucked. I came in minutes. An hour later, they too came, together, exhausted.
The third time we were to meet Damien Lord would be on a warm August evening. Again we got the girls to stay with friends, and Catherine and I headed to a bar to meet up with her bull. He had everything she craved—he was younger, well-endowed, fit, and had a huge sexual appetite equal to her own. These were like two peas in a pod.
As usual I’d loved watching her prepare for her “date.” It was such a treat to see my little hotwife with her smooth, petite curves, sashaying around our bedroom, picking up and discarding different outfits. It made me think all that shopping had definitely been worthwhile. This time she chose a polyester leopard-print snug skirt and a black V-neck tank top with a lacey collar. She completed the outfit with st
rappy black heels and gold jewelry alongside her wedding rings.
At the bar—more neighborhood eating spot than drinking establishment—we sipped wine and chatted until Damien appeared, a broad smile on his lean and handsome face. He was in his early thirties and fitness was important to him. As always he wore dress jeans and a stylish button-down shirt. Somehow we got on the subject of Fox News. He said he was watching it more than usual lately. I was a CNN guy myself. It was all in good fun with Catherine growing giddier from the liquid courage. Things seemed to be headed in the right direction for a good night of sexual fun.
Then she appeared. Her name was Chantelle. She was a brunette with medium length hair, her figure curvy and just damn hot. She had adorable dimples and the plump, rosy, complexion of a woman in her twenties. Probably an ex-cheerleader. She was a bubbly one; I’ll give her that. “Sorry I’m late!” she said with a giggle, pulling up an extra chair to our table. “Hi!” she said to each of us in turn. “The traffic was horrendous.”
Catherine and I exchanged a wide-eyed look of surprise, and we sat in a sort of silent stupor until Damien explained. “I took the liberty of inviting Chantelle to join us this evening. As you can see, she’s more than special and loves to have a great time. I hope you two would agree that this idea is appropriate?”
I could see Catherine gulp before she replied, knowing that the choice wasn’t hers to make, “I think it’s a wonderful idea, Damien. It’s so nice to meet you, Chantelle. I’m Catherine and this is my darling husband Mike.”
We ordered dinner and, true to her bubbly exterior, Chantelle added life to our conversation. We never lacked for topics. As the evening wore on, the small dance floor got crowded. A live band appeared and began playing old school rock and roll. Cat wanted to dance and she and Damien had been first on the floor.
That left me with Chantelle. She was colorful in every sense of the word. She wore bright red lipstick and her makeup looked professionally applied. I liked her red fingernails too.
“So Mike,” she asked, “do you and your wife have like an open relationship?”
A little thrown by her frankness, I answered with a chuckle, “You could call it that. We are open-minded and adventurous, I must admit.”
Chantelle took my hand in hers and said, “You see, Damien and I have a very free-spirited relationship ourselves. We play with whoever we want whenever we choose to do so. Does that make sense?”
I was surprised to hear this from the comely gal at my table and very curious to learn her story. “I thought Damien was single,” I said, “at least that’s what he’s been telling us.”
“Come dance with me,” Chantelle said, grabbing my hand. I guess I was not going to learn more just yet. We joined my wife and Damien on the mini dance floor and the band rocked on. We had a lot of fun, trying various crazy dance moves on each other, and the mood was jovial and teasing. We switched partners and even the ladies danced side by side at times.
Back at the table, more drinks followed as we sat and discussed the finer things in life. It turned out Chantelle worked at one of Cat’s favorite stores, that being Victoria’s Secret. She also was seriously into a makeup products line she sold on the side. Damien and her were a thing, but not exclusive by any means. Neither of them was ready for anything but fun and frolicking.
It was growing late, and we all headed outside to enjoy the fresh evening air. The bar was hot, the crowd was getting larger, and a cheap hotel across the way beckoned. Inside the ladies kept the party going with teasing banter and sexy dancing. The ladies were hot and wanted to get funky.
I was in trouble. This was not how the night was supposed to unfold. I just wanted to watch, but Chantelle kept egging me on. God was she smoking sexy. I learned she was twenty-eight and man she looked even younger. The gals were stripping next and removing Damien’s clothes as well. Before long Damien’s cock was out and both girls were marveling at its thickness and overall beauty. Chantelle wanted me naked, too, and as she worked her way down to a bright fuchsia bra and panties I was not one to object. She was stacked and tan.
She reminded me, at least on top, of Julie. However, as my boxers dropped, Tiny ruined everything.
Having a small penis was the bane of my existence. A guy just wants a woman to feel like he’s the man. This penis of mine did not cut it. I had been given the short end of the stick. My shining personality would have to do. Ahhh … yeah, right!
“Oh my!” Chantelle cried out. “Seems we have a miniature man here.” Those words did little to help and my dick just shriveled up. Chantelle tried to arouse me but I was soft and stayed soft even as she stroked me.
Finally Chantelle pushed me aside, and both women attended to Damien on the bed. Two women sucking a big dick was a sight to behold. I loved watching each panty clad round ass twist about as they nibbled his prick. Each in turn sucked his shaft and he grew and grew, handling both ladies with gusto.
Catherine was on fire. She slipped her panties down and mounted him first, facing toward Chantelle. Cat’s newest playmate used her darting tongue on my wife’s clitoris as my darling rode her bull. Chantelle was a ball of energy, short yet so well-packed. Straddling Damien’s legs, she sucked Cat’s nipples and ran her hands all over my wife’s hard body.
Damien switched the ladies up and took Chantelle from behind. Damn, he pounded that ass! Catherine sat beside them, fondling Chantelle’s massive tits and reaching under to cup Damien’s balls. The three of them worked in unison for a wonderful three-way fuck session.
Naked in a nearby chair, I stroked my wee one. I just could not get hard. Damien made a perfect bull, even for two women at a time. He was trim and slim and had a muscular, athletic frame. His cock was thick and his energy level high. How I admired him!
For an hour the ladies went at it with him and each other too. All were exhausted when the final orgasm erupted from Chantelle. I would never see her again, yet Damien would make many more appearances. He was now our regular bull.
Chapter Twenty-One
Time passed by and we met Damien at least once, sometimes twice, a month. Catherine had all but cut me off from sex now. She was getting the deep balls-to-the-walls fucking she needed from her bull, Damien.
They would sometimes meet without me. At these times I was allowed to remove my chastity device after Catherine returned home. In fact, whenever their private encounters took place, she would allow me two days of freedom. I would then be able to masturbate freely for forty-eight hours and fantasize over the details she gave me of their meet-ups. Her words, “Michael, he’s so good, always so big and hard, he makes me so hot. I can’t get enough of him,” always fueled my orgasms, allowing me to reach great heights.
One evening she said, “His cock splits my pussy so good, honey. He spreads me!” Comments such as this always got me hard and lingered in my mind.
To my surprise, Catherine decided to get her labia pierced. At the tattoo parlor it was quite a thing to watch a burly artist fondle her giant cunt lips and ring them with a golden circle. I was wondering if she would cum from the stimulation. Thank God she didn’t!
Speaking of God, I had begun wondering more and more about him. I had come to the conclusion that God did exist. He was the overall grand outlook of life, the special everything above me, the strong force that helped me to have courage and embrace the chaos around me. It was this chaos that ran my world, and it was how I dealt with it that would determine my happiness. I talked to God each night.
My family was growing up before my eyes. All the kids were so mature now. I had to be strong, as I too grew older. My energy was lower and my body stiff and sore. My wife, however, still had it. She continued to work out four days a week at the gym. She made sure we ate healthy and watched the junk food. I loved junk food and had begun to get a belly. At work she wasn’t at my side to keep me on the straight and narrow, and I did one too many drive-through lunch stops.
Damien, Cat, and I met up one evening to attend the ballet, Swan Lake.
It was heart-breaking and lovely and now, after such an intense experience, the couple beside me was ready to implode. A fancy hotel suite was our choice of a playroom.
Tonight was different. Damien decided to get bossy and make me wear Catherine’s panties on my head while I sat on the floor watching them. As he fucked my wife, I sat on the floor smelling her moist underwear and listening to her orgasms.
After this meeting, every “date” became geared more and more to my humiliation. I was becoming more of a servant, a submissive helper. If I did as I was told I’d get to be a part of it all and in the end be unleashed by Cat. It was a role I fell into easily and had no serious gripes about.
Work kept me busy. It seemed as if I was always on a job. I had four kids to help send to college and they were getting closer to that day. So yeah, I worked; I worked my ass off. At the gym I noticed younger men looking over Catherine whenever we worked out together at the same time. I guess having one regular guy who I knew was not looking to break up our marriage was easier than having random men involved.
For a fun trip, we traveled to visit some friends in Maine. The fall colors were spectacular on the ride. The plan was not as simple as it appeared. Damien too would be in Maine and close by. He also had a friend living in the lobster state.
We made a special trip to the mall before we met with Damien for a secret rendezvous. A chill in the air prompted Catherine to buy a fall sweater of browns and greens. With its large turtle neck collar, she looked like a goddess of the woods. She grabbed some brown leggings and new boots and we were off to meet Damien.
A quaint country inn was the setting. He too had stolen away for a romp and we laughed at the plan as we gathered together inside the room he had rented. White wine was chilling on the table and fresh muffins beckoned from their basket. Catherine and Damien were determined to head out into the cool fall air. A trail nearby was calling them, and after we enjoyed the wine and blueberry muffins, the three of us ventured outdoors.
