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by Jason Lenov


  “So you’re…you’re not…” She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “No, Richard. Of course I didn’t just forget to fill my prescription.”

  I felt like a balloon someone had just popped.

  “But if you want to fuck me you better get on with it. I’m fucking exhausted.”

  It took a moment before it hit me what she’d said. I scrambled up and out of my clothes and onto the bed where her ass was still swaying lazily from side to side.

  Except now there was a river of white seed churning inside her, spilling out in a viscous waterfall down onto the sheets.

  I plunged my cock into her pussy and felt the kiss of life Alex had left inside her surround me.

  I was so hard my own cock started to pulse. Cum started to move out of my nuts into my shaft as I pumped.

  And at the back of my mind, the dark, twisted fantasy that I just thought had come true played on repeat.

  His nuts were so huge. His cock was so big. He must have put so much more cum into her than I ever could. I knew that if this were a competition, if we weren’t living in a polite society, if this were back out in the wild and he had fucked Vanessa right before me, I wouldn’t stand a chance.

  He had gotten there first and flooded her channel with his powerful seed. All I could do was my best but that would never be good enough. Alex’s cock would win out.

  That thought sent me over the edge and my own hot gush of ejaculate sprayed into Vanessa’s womb. I fucked it as deeply as I could into her knowing it would never be deep enough any more.

  I collapsed next to her deflated and exhausted after my climax.

  She smiled, rolled onto her side and ran her fingers through my hair. “Was that hot?” she asked.

  I looked at her. It was so strange looking at my wife after all the things I’d seen her just do. “It was…”

  Vanessa bit her lip and shook her head. “I can’t believe you fell for it, actually. But I’m glad you did. I’ve never seen you so turned on. You couldn’t stop looking at me!” she squealed.

  I shook my head, confused. “But wait, did Alex…”

  “Alex was in on it. I asked him to play along when we were chatting. It was kind of supposed to be a test. We had it all figured out that if you called it off we would say we were just joking and then maybe you’d still get kind of a rush if you weren’t sure we were. You know?”

  “I guess…” “Richard.” Vanessa put her hand on my cheek and our eyes met. “I know I’ve been a little crazy lately but I’m not that crazy. I’ll tell you what. If I ever do get that crazy you need to shut all of this down. Like, immediately.”

  I looked deep into her eyes. “Are you…are you getting what you want from this?”

  Vanessa smiled. “That cock,” she said, her voice fading, eyes staring off into the distance at the memory of Alex’s cock. “That cock was the best thing I’ve ever felt inside of me,” she whispered.

  Yeah, that hurt a little but so what? We were so good together in so many ways. Who said that everything about your partner had to be perfect. We were just patching a few things up here and there. Right?

  “Does that make you sad?” she asked quietly. “I’m just trying to be honest.”

  “It does a little,” I replied.

  Vanessa nodded. “I really, really appreciate you letting me fuck Alex, Richard.” She sounded genuinely grateful. “It means a lot to me that you can do this. That we can do this together. I know I should have told you about the sex thing a long time ago but there was always so much other stuff going on.”

  “It’s okay. I’m glad you told me when you did. I think it would have been more complicated if you had done it earlier.”

  Vanessa leaned in and kissed me on the lips. “Do you want to stop?”

  “Stop?” I asked.

  “Do you want to stop doing this? I’ve kind of got my fix for a while. I’m going to remember Alex’s dick for a long time.”

  I was surprised by how my heart sank a little at the question. Which was strange. Because I should have wanted to stop. I should have been thrilled that my wife had had enough cock that she didn’t want to fuck other many any more. Right? That’s how it’s supposed to go?

  Maybe I should have said yes?

  “You don’t, do you?” Vanessa whispered, a wicked smile forming along her lips. “You’re just as much of a kinky pervert as I am, aren’t you?” she said, poking a finger against my chest. “You want to keep watching your wife take a big black dick!”

  God, it was so jarring hearing all these things coming out of her mouth. She was acting so differently than the Vanessa I’d married and known for all these years.

  And the truth was I loved it.

  “Oh my God,” she said, covering her mouth with a hand. “You’re hard again! Just from me saying that you’ve got another har…”

  She didn’t finish her sentence because I was on top of her again, my hand on her face mashing it into the blankets, my cock poking at her trying to find her hole.

  Vanessa laughed as I struggled to fuck her. She let out a pleasant giggle as I finally shoved my cock into her and maintained a bemused smile as I fucked myself to another orgasm using her cunt.

  This finally wore me out.

  As I lay on my side falling asleep Vanessa played with the hair at the back of my head. I wasn’t sure if she really said it or if I was already dreaming.

  “Okay, Richard. Let’s see how deep this rabbit hole goes.”

  Chapter 12

  Things seemed to stabilize between us after that night. Life and family and work all piled up to keep us from doing anything too daring.

  Vanessa really did seem sated by her two experiences because she settled down. But the next time my parents offered to take the kids she stirred the pot.

  It was another Friday night and we were on the couch reading and having wine. She was under a blanket and had her feet up on my legs.

  I was finally catching up on the issues of Model Railroader I’d been meaning to read. After a second glass of wine I felt Vanessa’s foot rubbing against my crotch. I adjusted, thinking it had been inadvertent but when I looked over she was wearing a sly smile.

  I set my magazine down on the side table, a little disappointed since I’d been so looking forward to reading it. “Yes?” I asked, smiling back.

  “It’s been a while,” Vanessa purred.

  It had been a while. Almost two weeks, if I was remembering right. I’d missed her but I was feeling pretty sleepy.

  Vanessa swung her legs over the edge of the couch and set her wine down. Maybe she sensed my reluctance because she leaned against me and rubbed my cock with her hand. She leaned close to my cheek. “Guess who I talked to today?” she whispered.

  There was an edge of mischief to her voice that made me immediately perk up. “Who?” I asked, staring into her eyes.

  “Our old friend Alex. Remember him?”

  My cock had already twitched at Vanessa’s soft whispers. The mention of Alex’s name brought back a flood of memories of the two of them together. That and Vanessa’s erotic deception. “You talked to him?”

  “Well, we messaged online.”

  My heart began to beat a little harder. “And?”

  “And he was saying what a fun time he had with me.”

  “And?” I asked again.

  “And he mentioned that some of his buddies were going to be in town tomorrow night.”

  My heart skipped a beat, leaped into my throat and did a little dance before settling back into my chest. “Buddies?”

  The whole time she’d been talking Vanessa had been gently rubbing my cock to life. Now it was rock hard, pressed against the pants I was wearing.

  She backed away and pulled her hand away from my pants. She was still smiling but now she was acting more friendly than sultry. “Okay, before we go down this road I want you to know that you can totally say ‘no.’”

  “Okay…” “I’m serious, Richard,” she said, getting serious
. “I know this might be outside your comfort zone and that’s totally cool. It’s not for everyone.”

  “Okay, Ness, I get it. Can you tell me what might be outside my comfort zone, exactly?”

  She leaned forward and a smile flickered at corner of her mouth. “So I did this thing one time…”

  Uh oh. My stomach tightened up at what I was about to hear.

  “I was in college and we were at a frat party. I wasn’t that loaded but there were all these jocks around, right?”

  “The kind you like.”

  “The kind I liked, yes,” she said. “So one of the guys is trying to put the moves on me and kind of failing. His buddy comes up behind me, just as kind of a joke, or maybe to help his boy out or whatever and asks ‘what if there were two of us?’ Which for some reason got me so hot.”

  Oh God what was I about to hear?

  “So one thing led to another and I ended up…you know, kind of doing a bunch of them all at once.”

  “All at once?” I whispered, barely able to get the words out.

  “I mean, one after the other, or whatever. Richard? Are you alright?”

  I shook my head. Then nodded. Then shook it again. “Who are you?” I asked, staring at her. “Did you not think it might be a good idea to tell me this stuff when we got married?”

  Vanessa scrunched up her nose, as if that was the most preposterous thing she’d ever heard. “Why would I do that? We were getting married. Why would any of that stuff matter?” Then her expression softened as she swam away on a thought. She came back a short time later. “Shit,” she said quietly. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe if you’d known more about me…” She trailed off. She looked up and into my eyes. “You know what, whatever. All’s well that ends well. Right?”

  She had a point.

  “Are you upset?”

  “That you were in a gang bang?” I guffawed at the end of the sentence. Was she really this clueless? Or was I being stupid? Did it matter who she’d slept with? I guess I’d never asked. “You know what? I don’t know what I feel any more,” I said, shaking my head.

  “Well would you have been upset if you were there to watch?”

  My cock hardened as Vanessa laid her hand in my lap again.

  “Nessa? What are you saying?”

  “Well, Richard. That’s the thing see. Alex and his boys are hanging out tomorrow and he was wondering if you might want to come over and watch.”

  “Watch?”

  She slipped off the couch and between my legs. She undid my zipper, reached into my pants and hauled my cock out. She gave the underside a slow lick. “He thought you might want to watch me get fucked by a bunch of guys.”

  Lick.

  “What do you say?”

  Lick.

  “Sound like fun?”

  Each lick had made me harder in her hand and caused my nuts to tighten. My beautiful wife was on her knees in front of me, ready to suck my cock, asking me if I wanted to watch her get ganged by a bunch of guys.

  “Vanessa, are you serious?”

  Lick.

  “I told him I’d only do it if you wanted me to. This has nothing to do with our little deal, alright?”

  The deal. Right. I’d forgotten about that.

  Lick.

  “So? What do you think?”

  Lick.

  I swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe what she was proposing. What a filthy thing to want to do. Imagining it made me completely hard. “Okay,” I whispered.

  Vanessa grinned, then lowered her mouth. She stroked my cock with her hand as she slurped a nut into her mouth.

  ***

  Alex invited us to his apartment the next night. He said it would be more comfortable and less cramped than a hotel room.

  Vanessa got herself really dolled up in a tight dress that came halfway down her calves and four inch heels.

  The vibe was pretty chill when we arrived. It was Alex and two of his buddies smoking dope and drinking beers. Daryl and Steve were both pretty big guys that looked like they hit the gym pretty regularly.

  As Alex introduced us and we shook hands doubt speared through me. I glanced at Vanessa who was already chatting and flirting with Alex. I was having a hard time believing I was going to let her do this. If all went well, these guys were going to be inside of her soon.

  The thought hardened my cock.

  Thankfully for me by this point none of the guys gave a fuck about me. They'd formed a loose circle around Vanessa and were checking her out as she chatted with Alex.

  Grateful that I didn't warrant any more attention and that the guys seemed like they couldn't care less if I was there, I found myself a chair to sit on in the corner and watch.

  Daryl and Steve were a little less…polished than Alex. He was a professional, you could tell just by speaking to him. Daryl and Steve were definitely not.

  It came out in conversation that they worked at an auto body shop as painters and they’d all grown up together in the same neighborhood. Alex had been the one that got out.

  But despite those two being kind of rough around the edges, Vanessa was digging all the attention. It didn’t take long for them to start getting down to business.

  “Yeah? You like that ass?” she asked after catching Steve checking her out.

  He shrugged, reached over and grabbed a handful of it, then gave it a slap. “Yeah, that shit’s a-ight.”

  Vanessa didn’t blink.

  I was shocked. I’d never seen anyone speak to her like that. If I hadn’t seen how cool her reaction was I would never have believed it.

  “How about you take those titties out and get on your knees?” Daryl said, squeezing her tit.

  Again, Vanessa played it totally cool. She pulled the top of her skirt down, until her tits fell out. Then she let them hang on the stretched fabric as she got down on her knees in front of Daryl.

  “Mmhmm…” Daryl hummed as he watched her take his cock out. It was a fat slab of dark meat that flopped out.

  Vanessa went to town on it right away, sliding the head into her mouth and giving it a good suck.

  Alex and Steve watched as she hauled on Daryl’s cock for a good five minutes.

  “Not bad for a white girl,” Steve muttered. Then he looked up and over at me.

  I froze.

  “What about you, homes, you cool? You like watchin’ yo’ bitch suck a black dick?”

  I gave him a curt nod.

  He smirked but thankfully didn’t want to chat any more and went back to watching Vanessa on her knees sucking Daryl’s cock.

  Alex looked at me with one eyebrow raised, like he was making sure I was alright.

  Another nod in his direction seemed to reassure him that I was good.

  It was a strange sensation. The jealousy was gone, for the most part. I guess I still felt a little bit of it, but it was mostly excitement and anticipation at what Vanessa was going to do.

  Steve hauling his thick cock out grabbed my attention. He stepped over towards Vanessa.

  She grabbed him and started pulling in between sucks on Daryl. Then she let Daryl’s cock flop out of her mouth and sucked Steve’s in.

  Daryl slapped her cheek with his hard meat. As Alex stepped up with his dick.

  That was when she looked at me. Those sultry eyes stared straight at me, her pretty face surrounded by three fat dicks that were going to fuck her pussy and leave her raw. She let Steve’s cock fall out of her mouth but kept it open so some of her spit drooled out and dripped down onto her tits.

  “A-ight bitch,” Daryl said, giving her face another slap with his cock. “Get yo’ ass up on the couch.”

  Vanessa immediately did as she was told but first pulled her skirt off over her head so she was completely naked, save her heels.

  I shuddered at how tiny and white she looked surrounded by those three muscled, black bodies. I couldn’t believe I was going to let them invade her little pussy with those things. I couldn’t believe she was going to go through with it
.

  “On yo’ knees,” Daryl ordered.

  Vanessa got up on her knees on the couch with her hands on one of the arms. This gave me a view of mostly her profile but I could see between her legs where her pussy was already soaked.

  Daryl came up behind her, cock in hand, ready to insert himself. He pressed the head of his cock against her slit and ran it up and down a few times to get it good and wet.

  Vanessa was staring back trying to see what he was doing and looking like she was shaking with anticipation.

  Daryl put his hands on her ass, cocked his hips, then thrust up into her like a firing gun.

  Vanessa sucked in air, then moaned as his dick stretched her out.

  I stared at the way her pussy spread to accommodate Daryl’s girth. It was a thing of beauty seeing her pink puss being split by all that dark flesh.

  “Fuck,” Daryl muttered as he pulled out of her, “bitch is tight as fuck.”

  Alex snickered and Steve nodded at Daryl’s assessment.

  Daryl started fucking her nice and slow, letting her lean back against him and almost settle on his lap.

  Vanessa let out a tortured sounding gasp each time his cock sawed into her but didn’t look like she wanted to stop. After a while she reached back and dug her nails into his thigh.

  “Fuck girl, you so hot I want a taste of what you like up front,” Daryl said. He pulled his might shaft out of her pussy and spun her around.

  Vanessa looked agonized that his cock wasn’t inside her any more. As Daryl sat down on the couch she immediately scrambled up and onto his lap.

  I couldn’t see her face any more but her body language told the whole story. She put her hands on his shoulders and lowered her pussy onto his waiting cock. I saw her shiver as she took his whole cock inside herself.

  Her hands came up and touched his cheeks. Then she leaned forward and into what looked to be the most gentle and intimate kiss.

  This really felt like a punch in the gut that knocked the wind right out of me. Not because I resented her the moment of intimacy, I didn’t. It was because in that moment it really felt like she wasn’t mine any more. It felt like she was his.

  From where I was sitting it looked like she was thanking him for sharing that God-given gift of a cock with her.

 

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