Demure wife succumbs to the instinctual need for a big cock

Brent was sweating profusely as he dropped the final box down onto the tile floor of the apartment. “That’s the last of it.” He breathlessly spoke, wiping his brow with his forearm.

“Good job babe”, Amanda replied, un-boxing some of their clothes on the living room floor. She was impressed by her husband’s efforts in unloading the moving truck, especially considering that he wasn’t the blue collar type.

She gave her husband a once over, noticing that he was struggling to catch his breath. “Grab a Gatorade from the fridge. I just stocked it up with some drinks.”

He nodded, smiling, “Thanks lady.”

Amanda watched as he twisted open the bottle, desperately pouring the thirst quenching drink into his mouth. Brent wasn’t a large man, standing at about five-foot-eight inches tall, he was maybe an inch below average male height. His physique was rather ordinary as well, as her husband wasn’t one for the gym, or even recreational sports for that matter. He had recently turned twenty-seven, and Amanda couldn’t help but notice that her husband was starting to show some early signs of aging. Brent’s bald spot seemed to be growing at a rapid pace, and the late hours he spent on his computer didn’t help with his complexion or energy levels. Amanda unknowingly sighed, remembering how youthful and full of vigor her husband was when they had met at university. That was only seven short years ago.

Brent noticed her sigh, asking, “Whats wrong babe?” He wiped the excess Gatorade from the chin as the words escaped his mouth.

Amanda smiled, shaking the silly negativity from mind, “Nothing my love. I’m just tired.”

It wasn’t all bad, she reminded herself. Brent was now a successful software developer, with relative financial freedom. Amanda and Brent had recently decided to move to a quieter part of the country, Brent now able to manage his businesses from nearly anywhere. They were tired of the chaotic days that Southern California unrelentingly offered, and opted for a quieter suburb a few hours outside of Chicago. It was a beautiful area, but it would be several months before the construction was completed on their new home. In the meantime, they had found an upscale apartment complex about five minutes away from their future residence. Even more importantly than their well standing finances, Amanda and her husband also connected excellently on a mental level. They were both reserved, and shared interests in science, technology, and fiction. They were both rather shy, and both somewhat nerdy, especially Brent.

“Coming through.” The voice of Darius suddenly boomed from the exterior hallway. Amanda looked up, feeling those butterflies in her stomach once again. His six-foot-four, two-hundred and thirty pound muscle-bound frame moved through the entrance. He was carrying Amanda’s dresser. She looked up and couldn’t help but notice his large muscles rippling across his dark complexion. They had met Darius during their initial visit to the apartment complex a month previous, and Amanda always felt an electricity when he was around. It was strange, actually, Amanda didn’t often find herself intrigued by black men, but something about Darius captivated her. Her husband’s voice snapped her out of her inappropriate stare. “Let me help you with that”, Brent kindly offered, shuffling over to the door.

“No worries. I got this.” Darius replied, easily navigating the foyer and moving past him.

‘Not like you’d be much help anyway.’ Darius thought.

Darius liked Brent well enough. He seemed like a nice guy, but he also seemed uncoordinated and unsure, and he wasn’t much help unloading the truck. ‘I should have accepted the money.’ Darius regretted, shaking that thought from his mind. He had ran into the couple a month back, whilst they were scouting the complex for apartments. When he realized they would be moving in across the hall, he felt it only appropriate to lend a hand.

“Jesus Darius, how can you carry that thing?” Amanda blurted in admiration. The dresser must have weighed two-hundred pounds, and it had taken two of the movers to load it on the truck back in California. She added, “Thank you so much for the help.”

“No problem Sugar.” Darius replied. “Where do you want this?”

“In our bedroom, please.” Amanda replied, sweetly.

While Darius was more than happy to tolerate Brent, but he really liked Amanda. ‘What guy wouldn’t?’ He thought to himself. Sure she seemed a tad demure, her healthy brunette hair knotted up and tucked behind her head, reading glasses covering her cute face. She also dressed rather conservatively. The few times he had seen her she was wearing a heavy dress, or loose fitting jeans, and neither form fit her in revealing ways. Still, Darius could tell Amanda had a great body. He noticed her plump rear a few times this afternoon, when she helped carry things down from the truck. Even now, he could make out the outline of her large breasts beneath the fabric of her shirt. While perhaps initially unassuming, Darius found Amanda to be an extremely attractive woman, amplified further by a lovely personality. He wasn’t quite sure how her seemingly average husband had landed her.

“Fuck yeah!” Brent squealed, cumming.

It was later in the evening, and boxes were scattered about the newly occupied apartment. The bedroom was dark, but moonlight provided some small visibility as Brent spasmed to completion. It was an awkward love making session, but still, it was technically husband and wife christening their new residence.

Amanda looked up at Brent, pouting. “Not fair baby. I didn’t get mine.” She pleaded. Brent and Amanda’s sex life hadn’t been in the best place these last few months, Brent seeming preoccupied on most nights. Amanda was willing to give her husband a pass, however. After all, he was under a ton of stress coordinating the move, and keeping the business afloat in the process.

Despite her willing understanding, nature wouldn’t be denied. Amanda squirmed, her womanhood clearly inflamed and unsatisfied from her husband’s effort. It was frustrating because, on the rare occasion that they did have sex, Brent would cum rather quickly. That issue was exasperated by the harsh fact that Amanda’s husband wasn’t very endowed to begin with. Brent was maybe five inches long, on a good day, and didn’t have much in the way of girth, either. She looked down at his penis, which was now deflating and shrouded by his unkempt pubic hair. Amanda wasn’t very sexually experienced prior to meeting her husband, and lately she couldn’t help but notice an unfamiliar craving for… more.

“I’m sorry baby.” Brent replied, feeling an all too familiar pang of inadequacy. His wife was a beautiful woman, and he hated that more and more frequently he didn’t have the ability to give her what she deserved. ‘Too much fucking stress.’ He thought to himself. He glanced down at his less than ample manhood, and his perverted mind wandered back to that shameful, recurring, thought.

Amanda bit her lip, nipples stiffening. She was feeling abnormally horny for some reason. Suddenly, the memory of muscular Darius flashed through her mind. She was immediately surprised with herself, body feeling flush, ashamed for allowing her mind to wander to such a place. She shook the image away, but couldn’t help spreading her legs open for her husband, pleading. “Maybe you could use that magical tongue of yours?” She blushed, never having asked him for oral after intercourse before. For some reason, Amanda desperately needed to pop.

Brent was surprised by the request, and momentarily hesitant to satisfy it, considering the strange fact that he had only moments ago finished in her. ‘Don’t be an idiot.’ He then thought, realizing he had no one to blame but himself. He looked back down at his gorgeous wife, she was now squeezing her large natural tits together, pinching her pink nipples. Brent had rarely seen her so sexually excited, and he was beginning to regret his early ejaculation even more. His eyes followed her beautiful figure down to her trim stomach, and curvaceous hips. Soon he had all the inspiration he needed. Brent planted his lips down onto the mound of her pussy, and began to kiss and tongue her sex with passion.

For all of Brent’s shortcomings, Amanda thought, he was undeniably great with his tongue. Her hand clutched into the bed sheets, wedding ring sparkling in the moonlight. Soon, she came.

Later in the week Amanda found herself out for a morning jog. Unlike her husband, she liked to put some time aside to maintain her figure. She immediately realized how superior the air quality was in this part of the country. She shuddered as she recalled the noise and the haze that littered her runs back in California. Her mind was wandering but her heart was racing from the fast pace she was keeping. Suddenly, her left ankle buckled on an unforeseen break in the asphalt. The pain shot up her leg with intensity, and she fell hard onto her side.

“Fuck!” She screamed, grasping at her ankle. She knew immediately that it was a sprain. Amanda wiped the redness away from her palms, gathering herself, and attempting to stand. She quickly realized it would be a near impossible task to try and walk back to the apartment. Brent was out running errands in an effort to setup their home network, but she saw no other choice but to call him for help. Insult was added to injury when she noticed a newly made crack across the face of her phone screen. She sighed, but before she tapped on the contact to call Brent, a deep voice boomed from up the road.

“Amanda! Are you alright?”

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Darius, jogging in the opposite direction. She suddenly felt embarrassed, now standing hobbled with all her weight on her right leg.

“You alright?” He repeated as he got closer.

Amanda answered, “Hey, not really. I think I sprained the hell out of my ankle.”

Darius nodded, a heavy coat of sweat covering his body. Amanda noticed that he seemed to be calm, his run having not exacerbated his breathing at all. He spoke, “I saw you trip on this garbage.” He kicked the loose chunk of asphalt into the grass. “These guys need to do a better job of maintaining the roads.”

“I shouldn’t have been running so close to the edge.” Amanda admitted.

“Can you walk?” Darius asked, already sensing that she probably couldn’t.

“I don’t think so. I was just about to call Brent to come get me.” She confirmed.

“We’re only about half a mile out. I’ll carry you back.” Darius offered, hoping she would accept. It was the first time he had seen her without her glasses on, and he noticed her lovely hazel eyes. Darius looked her over, enjoying the sight of her large breasts being hugged by a runners tank top, and her ass looked plump in pink lycra shorts. Just as he suspected, Amanda had a killer body.

Amanda suddenly felt embarrassed, unsure, “I-Uh. That’s a long way. I should probably just call Brent.”

“Nonsense.” Darius insisted, “You’re light as a feather, and I was on my way back anyway.” He flashed a smile at her, and Amanda felt those inappropriate butterflies in her stomach once again.

“Umm. O-Okay.” She stuttered, not wanting to be rude. Besides, she would end up standing on the side of the road for an hour if she had to wait for her husband.

Before she could say anything else, Darius leaned down and scooped her up in his arms. Amanda took a breath, and before she knew it she was being cradled by this large man. She was stunned by how easily he had picked her up, and even more impressed by how easily he seemed to be moving with her. She smelt his musk, sweaty from his run, but it wasn’t unpleasant at all. It was actually, somehow, intoxicating. She looked down at her legs and noticed his large black hands holding her pale thighs, fingers pressing into her skin in support. Absurdly, she felt a heat developing between her thighs. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ She thought, embarrassed with herself.

Darius was enjoying the moment even more than Amanda. This woman was gorgeous, and she smelled incredible. He couldn’t help but steal glances at her breasts as they bounced to his stride. Still, he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, and mostly kept his eyes on the road.

“Are you alright?” He offered, when they were about half way home.

“Yeah.” Amanda replied, feeling strangely safe in his arms.

When they finally approached their front doors, Amanda was surprised to see Darius take out his keys and enter his apartment. Before she could react, he gently laid her down on his couch and headed into the kitchen. “Be right back, Sugar.”

Amanda glanced around his living room. She was impressed by how elegantly furnished it was. She ran her hands across the suede couch, and leaned back against the cushion waiting for him.

Darius soon returned with an ice pack and some kind of herbal oil, which she immediately noticed had a very pleasant smell to it.

He sat down next to her, and quickly moved her legs onto his lap. It all happened incredibly fast, and Amanda suddenly realized that Brent probably wouldn’t be happy with this picture.

“Maybe I should wait for Brent.” She offered, awkwardly.

“Let me get some ice on this first, before it swells too badly.” Darius confidently replied. Deftly, he untied her left shoe, quickly pulling it off, and her sock with it. Exposing her foot to Darius made those butterflies flutter again.

He took her feminine foot in his large hand, and Amanda hissed as the ice pack hit her ankle. “Cold”, she smiled.

Darius smiled back at her, “I like the nail polish on these toes.” He continued to intelligently move the ice pack around her ankle and foot, feeling excited to have her attractive legs in his care.

They both sat there in relative silence, an obvious sexual tension building between the two of them. Amanda had never experienced a moment quite like this. She was conservative, shy, reserved, and growing up she always ran from boys. Since her marriage, she had never allowed another man to touch her, and she certainly hadn’t allowed another man such closeness as now. She was consistently surprised by Darius’s confidence, and ability to take charge of every situation, no matter how small. ‘He’s very masculine’, she couldn’t help but notice, as his bicep rippled whilst he moved the ice pack around her foot.

Darius then gently removed the bag, placing it on the floor in front of them. He leaned back up, and suddenly began massaging her foot with a strong, sensual touch. Amanda panicked, and in a bizarre effort to protect her husband, spoke, “I- I’m not sure Brent would be okay with that.” She blushed, feeling awkward about the comment.

“Why not?” Darius replied, “I’m a Physical Therapist, remember? This is what I do for a living.” He chuckled.

Amanda’s embarrassment deepened as she remembered Darius previously mentioning that. “Of course.” She replied, the situation suddenly having a much needed excuse to feel appropriate. Before she could say anything else Darius placed her left foot down onto his crotch, reaching for her right. As he began to untie her opposite shoe, Amanda felt her heel brush against something large.

There was a warmth emanating from his shorts, and she felt the substantial thickness of what had to be his manhood. She nearly gasped, and quickly positioned her foot closer to his knees. Suddenly her own warmth began to develop between her thighs. She was startled by her reaction to this man, her body never having betrayed her in the past. ‘I really need to get it together’, Amanda thought.

Darius didn’t react, but he loved that Amanda had just brushed her foot against his cock. Her other sock came off, and he deftly squirted the herbal oil into his hands, soon rubbing them together. Darius began massaging her feet immediately, and Amanda’s head arched back in pleasure. He was skilled, rubbing them with a delicate strength that relaxed her. Soon, he was working his way up her calves as well, massaging those too with a professional expertise.

They would occasionally glance into each others eyes, Amanda’s stomach filling with excitement whenever they did. Amanda couldn’t recall ever being in a room filled with such clear sexual tension, it both scared and excited her. She had to keep reminding herself that Darius was a trained professional, and that this was simply treatment for her ailment.

“Feel good?” He inquired.

“Feels incredible.” Amanda replied, smiling. “I’m gonna have to tell Brent to learn the technique.” For whatever reason her mind was constantly bringing her husband back to the forefront. Amanda assumed it was a defense mechanism.

“I’d be happy to teach him.” Darius smiled back, continuing, “Hows your ankle?”

“Seems better.” Amanda said, realizing it as she spoke. She wiggled her foot around, and the pain was substantially lessened. “How?”

“The oil has excellent anti-inflammatory components, and it works wonders. I also like to think I’m good at what I do”, Darius chuckled.

Before Amanda could reply, she heard the commotion from across the hall. Keys rattling and boxes shuffling. Her husband had returned home. Instinctively she sat up, and looked to dart out the front door.

“Relax.” Darius offered. “Let me help you.”

Brent turned as he heard the door open behind him. He was surprised, to say the least, to see Darius walking Amanda out of the apartment. He quickly noticed that his wife was barefoot, and limping while hanging upon Darius’s large frame.

“What happened? Are you alright?” Brent’s mind was ten different places at once.

Amanda smiled sweetly through a grimace, “I’m alright. I hurt my ankle running.” She looked up, smiling at Darius, continuing, “Darius treated me with some of his therapy oil.”

“It was no problem.” He smiled, gently handing her to Brent. “Feel better.” He offered.

“Bye.” Amanda said, “Thanks again.”

“What do you mean he carried you?” Brent asked, minutes later in their living room. He was experiencing a strange mix of emotions over what had happened. Brent didn’t dislike Darius, but he wasn’t exactly fond of the way he called his wife, ‘Sugar’ either. He was also feeling somewhat jealous over the memory of Amanda holding on to his large body. Suddenly, Brent’s mind wandered to that unmentionable place, and a dangerous excitement bubbled just below his discomfort.

“I couldn’t walk, babe. I can still barely walk.” Amanda replied, sensing her husband’s unease.

“So he just rubbed your ankle?” Brent probed, heart beat slightly faster than it was before he arrived home.

Amanda nodded, “Yes, well – and my calves.” She didn’t like to lie to her husband. She continued, “He used this oil from his company, or something. It really helped with the pain, and the swelling.”

Brent was feeling something foreign inside him. Growing up he had been an extremely jealous boy, and then young man. Even during his early years with Amanda, he would get fits of anger if he even noticed another guy looking her way. Sitting here now in the living room, he was fighting a strange arousal over the thought of Darius touching his wife. It was confusing, and more than a little disturbing.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” He offered, meaning it on a couple different levels.

“It’s not your fault babe. I should have been looking where I was running, the asphalt along the edge of Brookewood is in bad shape.”

Brent then knelt down in front of his wife, taking her foot in his hand. He began to rub it, gently, with a sudden desire to please her. Amanda smiled at his gesture, but couldn’t help immediately compare his touch to Darius’s. Darius had much larger hands, and they were stronger. He also employed a trained technique that really relieved her of her pain. Brent was prodding around with his thumb, unsure. Still, Amanda smiled at her husband, thankful he was putting in an effort.

Brent then kissed the top of her foot, looking up at her, “Let me get you some wine.”

Ten minutes later Amanda’s legs were spread wide on the living room couch, and her husband’s face buried in between them. Amanda was rummaging her fingers through Brent’s hair as he kissed her pussy, flicking his tongue up and down her clit.

“Mmm.” Amanda whined, “Just like that baby.”

Brent loved going down on his wife, as Amanda’s pussy was picture perfect femininity. It was plump, welcoming, and delicious, with a small patch of trimmed pubic hair that tickled his nose on occasion. As Brent kissed up and down her sex, he looked up at his wife. She was sipping on the glass of wine that he offered, completely relaxed and enjoying the moment. Her hips were gently swaying back and forward on the couch cushion, as she moved in rhythm to his tongue.

Amanda looked down at her husband as he pleasured her. She couldn’t help but notice how attentive Brent had been since he arrived home, and she wondered if Darius might have had an influence on that. She rested her legs on his back, noticing the mild bruise on her left ankle. Suddenly the image of those strong black hands flashed through her mind, and her pussy grew even wetter. She took another sip of wine, closing her eyes, and clutching into Brent’s hair. Her hips began to softly buck, and the orgasm swept over her.

“Yes! Yes!” Amanda hissed, cumming, but the guilt crept up as soon as the mild orgasm subsided.

Brent smiled as his wife’s release soaked his chin. A few minutes later he was pumping away into Amanda, his five inches very rigid and near explosion. He glanced down at her gorgeous tits as they bounced sexily on her chest. That intoxicating sight caused him to unload, cumming quickly.

“Yes!” Brent squealed, which yielded a smile from Amanda. She always thought it was funny the way he coupled his orgasms with a high pitched moan. When he was done, Amanda quickly stood, giving her husband a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks baby. That was nice.”

“Anytime darling.” Brent replied, exhausted. He too, was suffering from his own post orgasm guilt. He had allowed his thoughts to wander to that place again. That inexplicable place that had Amanda on her back, receiving pleasure from a man more endowed than himself.

A couple weeks passed and Brent and Amanda found themselves now comfortably within a new routine. Brent continued to push forward in establishing the mobile business, constantly looking for new hardware and affordable office space locations. Amanda started researching the possibility of opening a small interior design firm, more as a passion than as a relied upon source of income.

One evening Amanda decided to cook a roast and saute some vegetables for dinner, also bringing home a six pack of beer for Brent. He was in the living room watching a technology piece whilst also typing away on his Macbook, as was the evening ritual. When Amanda was getting ready to add the cream to the pan, she realized she had forgotten to get more earlier in the day.

“Damn it.” She cursed.

“You alright?” Brent asked from the other room.

Amanda sighed, “Yes. I just forgot to get more cream today at the store.”

“Maybe Darius has some.” Brent offered quickly, distracted by his screen.

Amanda perked up, realizing she might be able to avoid another trip.

She walked across the hall and gave his front door a healthy knock. Amanda caught herself fixing her apron and hair quickly before he opened it. ‘You’re such an idiot. Why do you even care?’ She thought. She was quickly reminded when the door swung open.

Darius had one hand on his waist, holding up a bath towel that was dMolestationd around his lower body. His torso was exposed, and Amanda was immediately struck by how impressive it was. He had gorgeous musculature, defined and large, but also proportionate with his height. He had a clearly distinguishable six-pack, which she recognized as an atypical thing for a man in his mid thirties.

“Hey there.” Darius smiled, thrilled that Amanda had stopped by. His ego immediately began to swell as he noticed her eyes roaming his body.

Amanda tried her best to appear unphased by his current state of undress, but her eyes continued to move across his dark figure.

She smiled, blushing, “Hi. I guess I came at a bad time.”

“Never a bad time for you to come around.” Darius flirted. Amanda instinctively reached for her hair, smiling and twirling it in response as she continue to smile. “I was actually hoping you might have some cream. I’m in the middle of cooking something and realized I forgot to get more at the store today.”

“Sure. One sec.” He turned, and strode to the kitchen. Amanda took the opportunity to admire his large back, also rippling with definition. A moment passed, and he returned with an unopened carton of half and half. “Will this work?”

Amanda nodded, relieved, “Thanks a lot. This is perfect!”

“Anytime Sugar.” Darius replied. When he closed the door he couldn’t help but regret not inviting her in. Amanda had become more and more flirtatious in recent weeks, and lately the prospect of taking her to bed seemed realistic to Darius. It was nothing personal against Brent, but from the day Darius met Amanda he knew they had a strong sexual chemistry. Ever since he was a teenager he had an incredible lust for married women, and married women rarely came as desirable as Amanda.

Just as he was about to close the door to the bathroom and hop in the shower, another knock arrived at his front door. He deftly moved to the peephole, and was thrilled to confirm that it was Amanda again. Darius thought hard for a moment, and brazenly decided that he was going to take things up a level. He opened the towel at his waist, tossing it behind the door swing. His heavy cock now hung there, suspended over eight inches long at complete flaccidity. He unlatched the lock, and swung the front door open.

Initially unaware at what was greeting her upon return, Amanda smiled as the door reopened. She looked up at his eyes, but then her gaze instinctively moved down his torso and towards his waist. She gasped when she saw it for the first time. Darius’s exposed cock was the most masculine thing Amanda had ever seen. His penis was fat and long, hanging dark and manly as a feast for her eyes. It was unbelievable in its thickness, its length, its presence, and Amanda couldn’t help but draw a comparison to what she was familiar with. It was nearly twice as long as her husband’s member, and Darius wasn’t even aroused. It was perhaps three times as wide as Brent’s as well. Suddenly, startlingly, there was a powerful desire emanating from deep within Amanda’s loins.

She couldn’t find words, she didn’t even know what words to look for. Her face immediately went flush, and she stuttered, “D-Did you lose your towel?” She was as nervous as she’d ever been, but also dangerously aroused.

“I’m sorry, but I can be a bit of an exhibitionist sometimes, especially when there’s a beautiful woman around. I usually walk around my place in the nude.” Darius replied, with complete confidence.

Amanda didn’t know how to respond to that, she simply continued to stare at his incredible appendage. Her panties were beginning to dampen and the butterflies that so often made an appearance in her belly were now flying in a hurricane.

Darius loved the way she looked at him, and it started to show in the form of his own arousal. Slowly his manhood grew, rising upward and hardening before Amanda’s very eyes. Her mouth dropped agape as she watched it take full form. Before long his cock was over ten inches long, incredibly fat, and jutting outward at Amanda in complete pride.

Darius spoke, his voice deep and piercing, “What do you think, Amanda? See what you do to me?”

Amanda couldn’t find the words, “It’s- I, – I’ve never.” She took a breath, continuing, “It’s the biggest thing I’ve ever seen.” Her face flush crimson as soon as the compliment left her tongue.

Darius smiled, “Bigger than your husband’s, I take it?”

‘Brent!’ Amanda’s mind was screaming at her to flee. Finally she found her voice, stuttering, “I- I… I, gotta go!” Amanda’s face was beet red, and she left, not even thinking to hand the carton of half and half back to Darius.

He chuckled, and watched her beautiful ass sway as she scurried back into her apartment.

Amanda sprinted past the living room and back into the kitchen, breathing heavily, mind scrambled. She cracked an egg into the pan on the stove top, adding salt and stirring the sauce together. She was having a hard time understanding what just happened, and was doing anything to distract herself from the memory of it. She actually continued that way for the remainder of the evening, staying active as a busy body, and even cleaning up parts of the apartment she would have never thought to tidy.

“Are you alright? You seem distracted.” Brent finally asked, taking one of his rare breaks from the computer.

“Fine”, Amanda blurted, dusting under the kitchen table.

Her husband shrugged, and grabbed another beer from the refrigerator.

Later that evening, the two of them were laying together in bed. Brent was nose deep in something on his phone, and Amanda was staring blankly at the ceiling, restless. She realized she couldn’t contain herself any longer.

“I saw Darius naked.”

The words echoed across the bedroom. Amanda hated lying to her husband, and she worried that keeping what happened earlier a secret would fester into problems later on.

Brent wasn’t sure he had heard her correctly.

“Excuse me?” Was all he could offer, calmly. He glanced towards his wife, unsure.

Amanda looked back at him, confirming, “When he opened the door today, he was completely naked. I- I- Uh. I saw him.”

A potent cocktail of emotions immediately bubbled up and exploded within Brent. Jealousy, anger, fear – but an inexplicable excitement seemed to dominate them all.

‘What the fuck?’ He thought.

“What the fuck?” He said, leaning up and putting his phone down on the nightstand beside him.

Amanda covered her face with her hands, mortified. “I don’t know babe. I obviously didn’t ask him too.”

“I didn’t say you did Amanda, but still – What the fuck? What did- What was said?”

She sat up along with her husband, stress levels but also excitement rising. “Nothing really. He just handed me the carton of cream.” Amanda blushed crimson.

Brent’s blood pressure was on the rise. His line of questioning understandably, predictably, moving towards one thing in particular.

“You saw his dick?” He asked, voice almost cracking as he did. He nearly screamed it, his tone sounding furious, but it was sparked from a place of disbelief, not anger.

“Well yeah. It was hard to miss!” Amanda instinctively reacted, frustration in her voice. She understood that Brent would be upset, but at the same time she felt like she didn’t deserve to deal with an attitude. It wasn’t her fault.

A knot developed deep within Brent’s gut. He could tell by the reply that Darius was large. He was beginning to feel as if the universe was laughing at him, cursing him for his perversions, putting his deviant fantasy right into the forefront of possibility. His wife had seen another man in the nude today, a man with seemingly a large penis. Why on earth was that fact exciting him, and not driving him into a jealous rage?

Amanda could sense an internal struggle that her husband was dealing with, his eyes were rife with emotion.

“Don’t be mad baby, please.” She implored sweetly, hoping to assuage his anguish.

“Did he try to touch you?” Brent then asked, suddenly desperate for more information.

“Of course not!” Amanda replied, blushing again, “I think he just wanted to- To show off.”

His wife was once again using context to imply something impressive about the mans appendage. It continued to build an inexplicable arousal in Brent. He wanted more. “He really didn’t say anything? Impossible.”

Amanda covered her face again, hating that she was wired to always be honest. “He. Uh- He- asked- ” Her words were muffled beneath her hands.

“Tell me.” Brent persisted.

His wife, still blushing, replied, “He asked me if he was bigger than you.” She said it as if it caused her pain, as if the she was ripping off a band-aid.

Brent’s mind was sent reeling, his blood pressure rising along with his arousal and disbelief. ‘How could this possibly have happened? How could Darius have the nerve to ask such a loaded question? The only reason he would ask such a thing is if he had a legitimate interest in sleeping with Amanda.

“What did you say?” He replied, words almost turning whisper as the dangerous question escaped his lips.

Amanda nearly screamed, “Nothing! I ran back inside!”

Brent was beside himself, unable to believe the conversation he found himself in. Absurdly, he felt his dick beginning to stir.

“Well? Was he bigger than me?” He asked, somehow confidently, but already knowing the answer.

Amanda was taken aback by the question, legitimately shocked by her husband’s insane words, “Brent!”

“Tell me Amanda. I’m a big boy. I can take it.” Brent continued, false bravado suddenly exploding from within him. He was being steered by his unmentionable fantasy.

That’s when Amanda noticed it, her husband’s small tent pitching near his groin. This conversation was exciting him!

The sight of her husband’s erection made Amanda realize how excited she was as well. She could feel her panties dampening at an alarming rate. Her face was still flush with embarrassment, but arousal slowly began to creep into the bedroom.

She then smiled at him, suddenly feeling strangely emboldened. “Are you sure?”

Brent’s arousal continued to skyrocket, and he too was becoming inflamed with excitement. A deliriousness seemed to permeate the room, eroticism now controlling both husband and wife.

“Yes.” He croaked.

Her reply was near a whisper, and it caused waves of both jealousy and intense arousal to crash into Brent. “He’s bigger.”

“Jesus.” Brent groaned, turning into a man possessed. He couldn’t believe it, but he desperately wanted to hear more taboo words from his wife, “How much bigger?”

“This is exciting you.” Amanda spoke, now looking up into her husband’s’ eyes. It wasn’t a question. Her nipples began to stiffen at the naughtiness of it all.

“Yes.” Brent answered, honestly. He felt embarrassment, but it was drowned out completely by excitement. He asked again, “How much bigger Amanda?”

“Okay.” Amanda replied, smiling. She slowly sat up, leaning towards her husband. “Well. I didn’t get a long look, but- ” She continued, leaning down into him, kissing him. She then reached towards his erection, “He was probably twice as big as this.” Amanda grabbed his dick from above the bed sheets, and slowly began massaging his shaft with her hand.

“Jesus.” Brent groaned again, betraying his facade, succumbing to his withheld arousal.

She laid down next to him then, and got a good grip on his dick, her face now nestled into Brent’s neck. They were quiet for a moment, both reveling in the insane level of eroticism that neither of them could quite understand. She kissed him more, lovingly, and was somehow inspired to tease him further. She grasped up and down his length, seemingly investigative, pumping faster, “Yeah. I would say he’s maybe even three times as big as this little guy.”

She couldn’t believe she had said it, and she certainly couldn’t believe she felt the warm wetness of her husband’s ejaculate soaking her hand through the bed sheets. Brent was shuddering, muffling his squeals of pleasure as both body and mind betrayed him.

She wasn’t sure why the admission turned her husband on in such a perverted way. She wasn’t sure how Brent could have possibly cum over the realization that Darius had impressive endowment. Amanda didn’t care, however. She had never been so excited in all their years together. It was like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders, truth flying free. They both always knew that Brent was no stud in the bedroom, no sexual dynamo. Now that they had seemingly addressed that fact, using Darius’s manhood as a stark comparison, Amanda felt open to be more assertive with her husband. She rolled onto her back, peeling her panties off of her legs, glistening wetness already covering her womanhood.

“I need your tongue.” Amanda spoke, smiling wickedly at her husband.

Brent, still delirious, found a smile from within his perverted haze. He was admittedly embarrassed by the dirty talk that he and his wife had just engaged in – but he also knew it had been deeply arousing for both of them. He fumbled over to her, and fell face first onto his wife’s beautiful pussy. He began pleasuring her with expertise.

Amanda couldn’t believe how hot this was. Before she had admitted to what happened earlier in the afternoon, she was certain tonight would end in a yelling match. Instead, she was basking in the pleasure of her husband’s tongue, gently stroking his hair as he employed his skills down below.

She looked down at him smiling, “So does this mean you aren’t going to yell at Darius for flashing me?” Her face was flush, and arched her head back in delight. They were never this teasing with each other, and Amanda found herself absolutely loving the naughty honesty.

Brent pulled up, kissing some wetness onto her inner thigh, speaking, “I’ll give him a pass. Just this once.” He immediately dove back into her sex, consumed by a desire to please her.

“That’s really nice of you.” Amanda smiled, picturing Darius’s incredible package as the orgasm swept across her body. This time, she didn’t feel quite as guilty for thinking of him.

Nothing more was immediately said about the naughtiness of that evening, not until a week later when Darius ran into Amanda in the hall.

Darius realized his bout of exhibitionism may have rubbed Amanda the wrong way, and he felt it wise to make amends for it. He smiled in embarrassment when he finally saw her taking the trash out. “Hey. I think I need to apolog-”

Amanda cut him off. “Don’t worry about it.” she replied, her too in blushing embarrassment. She realized she was nervous to be talking about the encounter, despite having used it as imaginative sexual fuel. “I took it as a compliment.”

Darius was immediately relieved, and somewhat excited by her response. “I’m glad.” Darius smiled, realizing how much he loved an open dialogue about his manhood with this married woman. He continued, “It’s just.” He paused, wanting to drive home his sincerity. “You’re beautiful Amanda, and I found it hard to control myself. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.” Amanda blushed, stomach tingling. “That’s very nice of you.” She realized how absurd her response was, accepting his compliment as a married woman. Still, her willing reception to his confidence was directly linked to their dangerous chemistry. Amanda was certain that if Darius hadn’t been so attractive, she would have found his nudity offensive, along with his flirtatious words. Unfortunately for her, he was very attractive.

For some inexplicable reason, her natural honesty sparked further admission. “Just so you know, I’m always open with my husband, and I told him about your little compliment.” She paused, continuing with a smile. “Well, ‘little’ probably isn’t right word.”

Darius’s smile turned into a face of concern, “Oh boy. I bet he’s not too happy with me. Honestly- ”

Amanda cut him off again. “He’s fine. Don’t worry.” Amanda replied nonchalantly, placing her trash into the chute.

“What do you mean, he’s fine?” Darius replied, more than a little curious.

Amanda’s embarrassment persisted, as she realized she probably should have left that detail out. She stuttered out another embarrassed reply, “He- He was okay with it.”
Darius smiled, intensely intrigued, “Interesting.” It was in that exchange that he realized his opportunity to fuck Amanda had grown exponentially.

He decided to use the moment to tease her again. “That reminds me. You never answered my question.”

“What question?” Amanda replied, not immediately realizing what he meant.

“Am I bigger than Brent?” He flashed a dangerous smile at her as the words escaped his mouth.

“You’re bad.” She smiled back, face flush and naughty butterflies returning to her tummy.

“I am, but that doesn’t answer my question.” Darius persisted.

Amanda could only blush again, quickly replying before walking back into her apartment. “Yes.”

A month passed, and Amanda and Brent somehow found themselves in the midst of an improvement to their sex life. The revelation of the hung neighbor across the hall had served as a sexual heightening for the married couple. Over the last few weeks both of them became more willing to tease one another over something previously unimaginable, another mans impressive endowment.

Both husband and wife enjoyed the dirty talk, despite the embarrassment that it would sometimes cause Brent, and sometimes even because of it. “Maybe we should invite Darius over to finish the job. I bet he would fuck me good.” Amanda would devilishly chide, enticing Brent to thrust harder, and somehow – last a bit longer in the bedroom. Brent would tunnel vision on his wife’s sex when she would tease him with such powerful taunts. His dick would stiffen, and his pace would quicken. “When did you become so damn naughty?” He would reply, leaning down to kiss her.

“When I got a first hand look at that big cock.” Amanda would smile back as she prodded her husband, somehow, those playful barbs were incredible to hear. She had never spoken even close to this sexually in the past, and both Brent and Amanda found themselves intoxicated by the eroticism of it.

They were having sex almost every night, and the love making was some of the best of their marriage. Though Amanda was still left without orgasm most of the time. On one evening, Brent had a few more beers than was his normal intake, and the fantasy continued to spill into reality.

He was thrusting into Amanda, his five inches doing the best it could. He looked down at his wife’s beautiful face, her eyes closed.

His honesty overwhelmed him in the moment. “I want you to try a big cock.” Brent heard himself saying.

Amanda opened her eyes, and looked up at her husband wickedly.

“I bet you do.” Was her reply, willingly participating in his game.

“I’m serious. It would be so hot.” Brent breathlessly replied.

“Is that what you want baby?” Amanda reached up and grabbed his neck, continuing, “You want me to fuck a BIG cock?” Her voice was a whine, sultrily accenting the word ‘big’. She loved this particular line of dirty talk, although she hadn’t realized that her husband was truly meaning it.

“Fuck. I think I do.” Brent was getting close.

“I’d like to try a big one.” Amanda admitted, continuing, “I think I want to feel a big one in me.” She bit her lip after the words escaped her mouth.

“Oh fuck baby!” Brent let out his patented high pitch squeal, his small balls contracting as he spurted into Amanda.

They were both quiet for a moment, and then a small bout of laughter arrived for both of them.

“You’ve become such a pervert. I kinda love it.” Amanda replied, breathing heavily.

Brent could only smile in agreement.

“Welcome, welcome.” Darius smiled as he invited Brent and Amanda into his apartment. It was two weeks later, and Darius was having some friends over for dinner. He made an effort to invite Brent and Amanda as well, as one of the guys in attendance was looking for consul as it related to software development. Darius had mentioned that his neighbor was very successful in that sector.

“Nice place.” Brent complimented, appreciative that Darius had recommended his expertise. Additionally, that dangerous part of his psyche was tingling with excitement over taking his wife into the lions den for an evening of drinks. ‘Get a hold of yourself, you deviant. You don’t actually want anything to happen.’ Brent tried to shake the perverted thoughts from mind. There was a strange dynamic between Darius and himself as of late. They both knew that Darius has exposed himself to Amanda, and they both knew that Brent was okay with that. As such, flirtations between Darius and Amanda were aplenty, but a certain line of respect was still exercised by Darius when he would talk with Brent. It was odd, but exciting in a way.

“Thank you.” Darius replied, smoothly, leaning down to give Amanda and greeting kiss on the cheek.

Brent noticed the inoffensive gesture, but still felt a knot in his stomach.

“That cologne is very nice.” Amanda offered to the host, feeling those butterflies once again. The man did something to her, as much as she was afraid to admit it. She stole a glance at his khaki slacks, and felt an excitement when she saw something large shifting beneath the fabric.

“Thank you Sugar.” Darius smiled in reply.

The evening started as one would expect, with cocktails flowing and conversation a plenty. Amanda was thrilled to see Brent engaged in a conversation with Darius’s friends. He normally sulked or stood disengaged off to the side at parties and social gatherings.

For whatever reason, perhaps magnetism, Amanda spent most of her evening with Darius. She even helped him with food and drinks in the kitchen, which afforded some small privacy via the cabinetry and counters. “You look beautiful tonight, as always.” Darius confidently offered, pouring another round of cocktails for Brent and the guys in the living room. Darius wasn’t lying. Amanda was wearing a long sleeved, snugly fitted black top, and a short plaid skirt. Both articles did an excellent job of accentuating her incredible curves. Additionally, for once, she had let her hair down, and it flowed beautifully down to her shoulders. Darius reached in delicately and lifted up her glasses, “Let me get a look at those pretty eyes”.

Amanda immediately blushed, feeling a deep excitement from the gesture. “What, you don’t like my glasses?” She asked, sweetly, unsure of how adults actually flirted, having so little experience herself. Amanda was surprised by how willing she was to reciprocate on his casual advances. ‘Easy on the wine.’ Amanda reminded herself, though she immediately took another sip.

Darius chuckled, turning back to the drinks he was making. “I like your glasses. I just like your eyes even more.”

Amanda’s blush deepened, already taken aback by how forward Darius was being, especially with her husband in the adjacent room. She then looked down at the cocktails that he was fixing, noticing a heavy pour of whisky into each of the glasses. She glanced over at Brent, near the table. “Wow, babe. You’re actually drinking whisky tonight?” Amanda was surprised to say the least. Her husband wasn’t big on liquor, and usually stuck with something easier to manage, like beer.

Brent shrugged, feeling good. He was in an incredibly engaging conversation about his business, and he loved how these less experienced guys were hanging on his every word. “It’s Friday. I’m allowed to get wild.” He shouted back to his wife.

Three hours passed and Darius had just walked the remaining guests to the front door. Amanda looked out into the living room as she rinsed a wine glass with one of Darius’s sponges. She shook her head in disappointment at the sight of him.

Brent was passed out, slumped across Darius’s couch. She had warned him to slow down, but he refused to heed her, and had perhaps seven drinks in total. ‘I wonder if Darius would be willing to carry him home.’ Amanda thought to herself, sighing.

Suddenly a powerful presence arrived behind her, and a gentle touch caressed her shoulders, “You didn’t have to do that.” Darius spoke softly, referring to Amanda’s willingness to do some of the dishes. A delicious chill ran up Amanda’s spine, and she smiled.

Darius was now immediately behind her, shirtless, and wearing only snugly fitted boxers. He gently rested himself against her rear as she managed the sink. Amanda’s eyes shot open in panic as she realized what he was doing.

“Darius!” Amanda shouted in a whisper. “My husband is right there!”

“Brent!” Darius voice boomed, loudly, across the apartment. Amanda’s eyes immediately shot over to her husband, wondering how he would react to seeing the now shirtless host so close to his wife. ‘Let’s see just how much of the teasing you can handle.’ Amanda thought to herself.

Nothing.

“He’s out, Sugar. He wont be waking up for hours.” Darius added, casually.

Amanda was stunned, but could only continue to wash the dishes, unsure of how to react otherwise. Her heart was now beating a mile a minute, impossibly excited to have Darius so close to her, but frozen as to what was appropriate.

Suddenly his large hands began to massage her shoulders, her neck. More chills immediately began to course through Amanda’s body, his touch was intoxicating, almost – otherworldly. She savored it, and Darius could sense her enjoyment.

Her tension eased and she slowly placed the plate she was rinsing down on the counter, eyes closing in pleasure.

“Let’s head into my bedroom. I’ll give you a real massage.” It was a whisper, but his words cut to her very core.

She was shaken, but aroused – scared, but excited. Could she possibly accept? Despite all the bedroom talk her and Brent were toying with over the last month, there’s no way it should ever be brought to life. Right?

‘No. That’s the wine even letting you consider it.’ Amanda thought, reminding herself to stay strong.

“I don’t think – I’m not sure Brent would be okay with that.” Amanda replied, legitimately not sure if he would or not.

Darius replied, still exploring her back, shoulders, and neck. He finally laid the truth of the matter on the table, “I think he would Amanda.” Suddenly Darius leaned down, his breath causing goosebumps on her neck. He whispered, “Let’s go to my room and get naked.”

Amanda’s mind was blown away by the proposition finally coming to life. Her thoughts fumbled, clawing for reality to come back to her. She instinctively turned around, offering Darius one last futile attempt to stop nature from taking its course, “What if Brent wakes up?” Her mind was scrambling for excuses.

Darius leaned down, and kissed her.

The electricity immediately shot through them both simultaneously. Amanda felt his large lips engulfing hers, soft and delicious. The goosebumps now exploded across her body, and her womanhood immediately warmed and dampened. Beneath her bra, her nipples were hardening, large breasts desperate for his touch.

Slowly, he pulled away. Their lips parted, but she could still taste him.

“He won’t wake up Sugar. He’s crashed out.” Darius replied.

“What if he does?” Amanda repeated, shaking in excitement, fear, arousal.

Darius kissed her again, this time smashing his hardening cock into her tummy. She immediately surrendered to the warmth and hardness of his manhood pressing into her body. Darius continued, “If he does, he can stay out here and listen to us fuck.”

Amanda gasped, and their tongues interlocked again in a passionate kiss.

She was on his bed, delirious. She looked to the right, and saw her top, and her skirt, laying haphazardly on his bedroom floor. She looked to her left, noticing how sexy her body looked in his closet mirror, unable to believe she was actually here. She then looked towards the foot of the bed, and saw her new lover begin to peel down his boxers.

The wetness on her panties began to spread as she watched inch after inch of his impossibly big cock come into view. She instinctively reached her hands up to her breasts, squeezing them in intoxicated arousal as she looked on. Eventually, the elastic band of his boxers fell below the head of his cock. His length sprung up erotically, powerfully, and it was now the commanding presence in the apartment. It was so big, so manly, she couldn’t believe how different it was from her husband’s smaller penis.

He placed one knee on the edge of his bed, leaning over her. Darius swiftly reached up, grasping the black lace of her panties at her waist. Amanda instinctively lifted her ass off of his bed, and he deftly pulled the fabric down. Amanda felt drunk on arousal as she watched them escape past her feet. She shuddered in delight as this large man tossed her lace into the pile of her clothes on the floor.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Amanda whined, blushing as she now spread her legs for this man who wasn’t her husband. She couldn’t believe the last two months in their new apartment had led up to this moment. She couldn’t believe the naughty role play her and her husband had been engaging with had opened this very real door to her husband’s impending cuckolding. She thought of him, not twenty feet away in the next room, and her pussy began soaking from the taboo nature of the moment.

Darius smiled, “God Amanda. You are fucking gorgeous.” He glanced down at her pussy, aroused entirely but its pure feminine appearance. Her white folds were plump, her clit pale and pink, and a wetness framed it in perfect glistening invitation.

“Let me see those titties.” His complimentary tone suddenly turned authoritative.

Amanda heeded to his control, and immediately leaned up to unclasp her bra.

Darius couldn’t believe his eyes as her massive tits spilled out onto her torso. Amanda’s breasts were large, and seemed to hang with unbelievable perkiness despite their size. Her nipples were large, womanly, and perfect.

“Damn Sugar.” Was all Darius could offer, smiling in excitement.

Amanda couldn’t believe she was completely naked in another mans bed, she couldn’t believe that any of this was real. Her nipples were hardening to the likeness of diamonds, and she instinctively began rummaging her fingers through her soaking clit.

Darius placed his other knee onto the bed, erotically noticing the sparkle on her wedding ring as her fingers explored her pussy. He moved between her, his thighs gently spreading her legs into a position where she could take him. Amanda instinctively laid down, spreading for him, never breaking eye contact with his hulking black cock. It hung there, incredibly hard, incredibly dominant. She watched in slow motion as Darius then placed his manhood down in between the folds of her pussy.

To Amanda, it was the most surreal moment of her life. She looked at his thick shaft as he rubbed it into her soaking wet clit, the first of many impossibly electric waves of pleasure exploding out across her body.

“Oh!” Amanda cried out, arching her head back in wonder. Suddenly, he slapped the heavy weight of it down into the folds of her sex, massaging his girth across her clit. She looked down at the collision, her wetness already splashing into his shaft. “Ohh! Fuck!” She couldn’t believe her eyes.

Darius couldn’t believe his, either. Amanda wasn’t the first married woman he had bedded, but she was by far the most gorgeous. He was thrilled that this was the body hiding under all those clothes. Further, his ego was wickedly inflamed by the taboo fact that Amanda’s husband was passed out in the next room. Darius couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled his cock back, and aligned it at the opening of Amanda’s married pussy. He then grabbed her waist gently, but with control.

For Amanda, everything else in the world disappeared. Her eyes slammed shut as she first felt his wide head connect with her sex. She instinctively reached down to her tummy, and spread her legs wide, as she felt the immense pressure of his cock entering her.

It was incomprehensible. She was being stretched in a way that made her gasp with shock. She reactively placed her other hand on Darius’s chiseled abdomen, whining, “Pl-Please. Slow. Go- slow.”

Suddenly she felt his lips upon hers, their tongues interlocked. “I will Sugar, don’t worry.” Was his whispered, reassuring reply.

Amanda gasped again, more of his length invading her. Her pussy was electrified, sending shock waves of pleasure out to the furthest reaches of her body. Even her fingertips seemed alive with sexual energy. She couldn’t believe how good he felt, how full she was becoming.

“Watch it, Amanda.” Darius spoke. “Watch me fuck you.”

Amanda opened her eyes, now looking downward at the site of their mating. Her mind was melting as she took note of the impossible collision. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. His cock was so utterly large, and driving deep inside of her. His black shaft was glistening, already soaking from her wetness.

“That’s amazing.” She found herself admitting, biting her lip in stunned, erotic fascination.

“You were made for a big cock, Sugar.” Darius added, smiling. He leaned down, and again they kissed passionately. He squeezed her breasts, and took a hold of her waist, feeding her pussy the rest of his length.

Soon she had accepted all that he had to offer, and Amanda had never felt more full, more womanly, in her entire life. She looked up at this chiseled body, thankful that she was making love to such a masculine specimen of a man. His muscles rippled in their darkness as he pumped in and out of her. She ran her fingernails down his large biceps, and grasped at his strong forearms as Darius fucked her like she had never been fucked before.

The nerve endings were firing in record pace now, a sensation that the long time wife had never felt was brewing deep within her. Darius connected with a rhythm, and found his stride. Suddenly he was pummeling Amanda as if she had been taking large cocks her entire. It didn’t take long before she was screaming in pleasure. “Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! Oh my goddd!!”

They both looked down at the collision, now rapid and inflamed with human need. Darius noticed a thick lather of Amanda’s cream beginning to coat his shaft, and he could sense that she was on the verge of something profound. “I can’t believe you’re inside of meee!” Amanda whined, head shaking in disbelief, body coursing with a type of pleasure she never thought possible.

Amanda continued to moan, giving in to the moment, and this man. “Daruis! Oh! Oh! Ohhh! My goddd! It’s unbelievable!!” The sound of Darius’s large ball sack flopping into Amanda’s ass created a taboo chorus of lovemaking that was now echoing across the apartment. Amanda grunted, as deep feelings overwhelmed her, “Oh my goddd! Oh my goddd! Dariusss! Fuck meee!” Their bodies continued to slap together in lust, a beautiful wife getting fucked deeply by a well hung man as her husband slept in the next room.

It had been brewing since he first entered her, and now it was on the verge of arrival. The pressurized sensation was growing from within the deepest recesses of Amanda’s loins. Suddenly, it exploded, and a literal life changing orgasm crashed onto her shores. She lost control for a moment, waves of pleasure exploding out from her pussy and wreaking inexplicable satisfaction on her entire body. Amanda’s eyes slammed shut, and she grunted as the feeling overwhelmed her. “Ohhh!! Ohhh!! Mmmm!! Mmmm!! Fuckkk!! Dariusss!!” His name escaped her mouth with a hiss, and in that deeply human moment, Amanda perversely realized that he had given her something that her husband never could.

Darius was stunned by her reaction. He looked down to see Amanda cumming on his shaft in violent fashion, he had never seen a woman yield so much of herself before. He had never felt a woman squeeze his cock with such needful release, bucking powerfully as she shook to satisfied completion.

Amanda’s incredible orgasm finally subsided, and Darius slowed his pace as she caught her breath. He leaned down and kissed her, passionately, finally asking, “Are you alright?” He kissed her neck, and across her collar bone, as he waited patiently for a reply.
“Yes.” Amanda finally managed.

“God. Yes.” She repeated, and then a beaming smile broke out on her face.

She opened her eyes again, for the first time in what felt like hours. She looked up at Darius’s handsome face, and noticed the intent look in his eyes. They were focused on pleasuring her. “Kiss me.” She pleaded, adoring the sensations that this man was able to provide.

Their lips met, tongues intertwining once again. Darius had just given her the best orgasm of her entire life.

When Amanda fully recovered, they adjusted positions on his bed. Darius now wanting to take her from behind. “On your knees.” He demanded, smiling. Amanda found herself becoming addicted to his dominance. ‘Brent is never this assertive in bed.’ She thought, wiggling her plump white rear in invitation. She then arched her head back, moaning, as she now felt Darius’s big cock slowly penetrate her from behind. She gasped in pleasure, “My husband never fucks me from behind.” Amanda realized, audibly.

“You need a big cock to handle a perfect ass like this.” Darius replied, slapping it hard.

Amanda moaned loudly in response, the sound of his strong hand hitting her ass bouncing across the room. Moments later she was laying face down, bracing herself with her forearms as this huge man fucked her from behind. She clutched into his bed sheets, and bucked back onto Darius, matching his thrusts. It was divine. Amanda looked up, noticing herself in his mirror as she took him. She bit her lip as she watched her large tits bounce in the reflection.

Amanda realized that she loved the way she looked while Darius was fucking her. “I’m fucking hot.” She spoke, absurdly.

“Fucking right you are.” Darius replied, slapping her ass again, causing a redness to develop on her plump white behind.

Their eyes met in the mirror, both enjoying staring at one another as they fucked. They soon began to brew something powerful once again, their interlocked stare implying a cocktail of naughty thoughts.

They both seemed to remember Brent at the same time. Amanda and Darius smiled wickedly, Amanda blushing deeply as the erotic slapping noise of their naked bodies continued to fill the bedroom. Bed springs were squeaking, and Amanda’s moans were loud and impassioned.

“I love fucking this married pussy.” Darius growled.

Amanda was overwhelmed by the taboo nature of the comment, another orgasm now on the verge of hitting her.

She continued to look into his eyes through the reflection in the mirror, and replied, “I love fucking that big cock.”

Darius could only take so much stimuli, and he knew he was approaching critical mass. The harrowing sensation of his own orgasm began to build. Incredible pleasure began to crash over his body as he felt his large testicles rise and his behemoth shaft expand further. Suddenly, his roar filled the room, and his cum, Amanda’s married pussy.

Amanda clutched into his bed sheets once again, mouth shooting open in silent gasp as she felt his girth grow even wider. Suddenly she felt the intense pressure of his warmth exploding deep into her pussy. Her orgasm fired off in immediate response to him filling her with his cum. Amanda screamed in complete submission as Darius’s thick black cock massaged her insides to completion. He bucked, squeezing her hips as his cock head fired thick ropes of seed into her womb. They were both screaming loudly as their sex organs convulsed together in unison, it was a primal moment. Their beautiful, interracial, extramarital mating session, had finally completed.

Eventually, the bedroom fell silent, without a sound other than the heavy breathing of the two lovers.

Amanda laid there for a moment, on all fours. Her large breasts were smushed into the bedspread, her back covered in a sheen of sweat. Her ass was red from the slapping it received, her pussy inflamed from the utterly manly pounding Darius had just given it. She had never been so sexually satisfied.

Somehow, it was only then that she remembered she wasn’t on birth control.

Brent awoke, head in a vice. His eyes were blurry and his throat dry. His dream was somehow lurid, despite his deep and drunken slumber. Amanda’s voice, moaning in deep lust. The sound of a bed banging into a wall, and a deep male voice grunting. The sounds of wet skin slapping together in intercourse. “Fuck meee!!” Amanda’s screams were harrowing echoes in Brent’s memory.

“Fuck.” He coarsely moaned, trying to establish where exactly he was. The sunlight beamed in through a crack in the blinds, striking him in the face. He raised his hand to deter it. “Fuck.” He said it again, realizing he was on Darius’s couch. His stomach lurched, but he held fast and steadied himself.

He looked around the living room, and glanced into the kitchen. Empty, he noted.

Suddenly, his mind went to Amanda. ‘Where is she?’ He worried, knot in his stomach returning, this time for reasons other than a massive hangover.

Almost as soon as his heart started to race in panic, Brent saw a door open from down the hall. He was relieved, but also stunned, to see his wife walking out towards him. What room was that?

She seemed to be wearing the same outfit she had worn last night, albeit her hair and make-up were entirely a mess. Brent noticed that there was an apologetic look in her eyes, but he also noted that her skin was radiant, and she looked gorgeous despite her dishevelment.

“How are you feeling?” His wife asked, sweetly.

“Rough.” Brent answered honestly, voice gravel.

Her husband looked like a disaster, Amanda noticed. The guilt started to bubble up within her as she looked into his eyes. Suddenly though, the warmth between her legs returned, as she recalled the incredible night Darius had given her.

“I guess I slept on the couch.” Brent offered, it was an obvious assessment. He then looked at her, mind still cloudy and mental bandwidth allocated to managing his crushing hangover. Still, he managed, “Where did you sleep?”

Amanda had walked out of the door deciding to be honest, as always.

“I slept in Darius’s room.” The words were like a battering ram to Brent’s chest.

His eyes opened wide, and the lurching in his stomach returned, “What do you mean you slept in Darius’s room?”

Amanda repeated herself, unflinching in her honestly. “I slept in Darius’s room Brent. I -” She blushed, but said it anyway, “I- I let him fuck me.”

The sentence was a sniper shot, piercing through the hangover haze and nailing right into the deepest recesses of Brent’s brain.

He could only wince, face becoming flush, mind unable to process it. He leaned forward in strange discomfort.

Amanda knelt down in front of her physically and mentally ailing husband, resting a hand on his knee. “Baby. I love you.” She looked up at his eyes, “But I had sex with Darius last night, and I need to get to the pharmacy really badly. We can talk on the way or you can wait next door and we will talk when I get back.”

Before Brent could form a reply Darius walked out of the same room his wife had just exited. The sight of him was humiliation in itself. He was shirtless, his massive body chiseled and nearly the antithesis of Brent’s flabby torso. Brent was aghast to see him wearing nothing but snugly fitting boxers, an anxiousness developing in the pit of Brent’s stomach as he noticed the massive bulge running down the fabric of them.

Had this man really been in his wife?

“There he is.” Darius boomed, continuing, “How you feeling?”

Brent couldn’t believe the circumstance, and certainly couldn’t believe how casual Darius was acting considering what had apparently just happened. Still, Brent could only reply, “Like shit.”

Darius laughed, “I’ve been there.” He paused, pulling a couple mugs down from his cupboard, “Want some coffee?” Darius was making an effort to be cordial, hoping to soften some of what Brent was surely dealing with.

Brent was less than amused by the conversation, head still spinning, “No thanks. I’ll grab a cup next door.” He found it in himself to stand, head spinning as soon as he did.

Amanda stood with him, slowly helping him to the door.

Brent didn’t make it back across the hallway before hurling. Amanda winced as her husband painfully expunged his night of bad decisions, hoping that some of hers were expunged along with them.

“Are you alright?” She offered, steadying him.

Finally, the hurl allowed Brent enough relief to actually speak, “How could I possibly be alright Amanda? You just told me you fucked Darius.” His words were filled with anger, but deep down, Brent wasn’t very angry. It was simply a programmed reaction, what a husband should sound like after such an event had occurred. It was bizarre to Brent, that despite his physical misery, an excitement dominated his emotions.

Amanda’s guilt was overwhelming, but she needed to stay logical. “Brent, I don’t have time for this right now. I really need to get to the pharmacy, or I’ll be right there with you throwing up from morning sickness.”

Brent could only turn away, retching once again onto the floor. How was he experiencing this absurd arousal despite his miserable state of being? ‘That asshole came in my wife.’ Was the harrowing thought now echoing through Brent’s mind. It did anger him, but it also deeply excited him.

“I’ll be back baby.” Amanda walked towards the front door to their apartment, unlocking it, and then she took the keys out to the car to head to the drug store.

Brent stumbled into the shower, trying to wash away the stink of his vomit, along with stink of his cuckolding. Absurdly, despite his immense shame, he noticed his dick standing tall as the shower water rained down around him.

“What the fuck-” He spoke, his voice echoing around him. His mind flashed to the recent bedroom antics he and his wave had been partaking in over the last month. Brent knew those role playing sessions had to have been a catalyst in causing this. Still, despite their games, their teasing hints, despite the excitement that caused. Brent never would have believed Amanda would actually do it.

Suddenly, Brent heard the front door close. He continued to stand there, leaning against the tile of the shower wall, mulling over the new dynamic in his marriage. He closed his eyes for a time, cursing himself, and his hangover. Suddenly the imagery of Darius and Amanda, nude, locked in intercourse, came crashing through his mind.

“What the fuck.” He spoke again, grabbing his dick in disbelief. Against every ounce of sanity he had, he began to stroke himself.

“What are you doing?” His wife’s voice startled him, and he turned to see her naked and entering the shower. “Are you jerking off?” She asked again.

Brent turned, releasing his dick from his grasp. He looked at Amanda’s naked body, and his arousal only deepened at the sight of her. There were scratches and hickies across her tits and neck. Her right ass cheek had a small bruise on it, and there was a wobble in her step, as if she was sore.

“Are you alright?” Brent asked, eyes scouring her body.

Amanda looked down at herself, and blushed, realizing what her husband was bearing witness too. “Yes baby. I’m fine.” She paused, still noticing his erect dick, small and angry. She continued, “Are you alright?” She slowly walked over to her husband, touching his waist.

Brent wanted to play furious, maybe even curse her, he wanted to feel betrayed – but all he felt was that overwhelming blend of jealousy and arousal.

“Was he good?”

Amanda stood there, unsure how to take the tone of his question. Slowly, tentatively, she reached for his dick. Her fingers encircled his manhood, and she slowly, delicately, began to pump her husband.

She looked up at him, wildness in her eyes. “Are you sure?” Amanda asked.

Brent nodded, “Tell me.”

Amanda leaned into his neck, kissing him lovingly as the shower water rained down around them. She stroked her husband’s dick as she admitted to him the magnitude of her sexual awakening from the night previous.

“He was unbelievable.”

“Bigger than me?” Brent croaked.

Amanda kissed his neck again, “Oh god baby. Yes, much bigger than you.”

Brent began to feel lightheaded, and took a deep breath in order to stay conscious.

“You really fucked him Amanda?” He asked, still in disbelief.

“Yes my love. We fucked for hours.” She continued to stroke his dick. She couldn’t help but notice how small he felt in her hands now.

“Jesus.” Brent groaned. “Did- Did he make you c-cum?”

Amanda giggled, and then slowly began to fondle his boiling balls with a loving touch. “Yes. I think I even had a vaginal orgasm. It was so strong I almost blacked out.”

“Oh fuck, Amanda.” It took every ounce of self control for Brent not to cum on the spot.

“Why did you have to go to the drug store?” Brent managed, already knowing, but wanting to hear it from his wife’s mouth regardless.

Amanda blushed, “I needed to get a pill. He didn’t use a condom.”

“He came in you?” His voice cracked as he asked the question.

Amanda kissed him, and began pumping his dick faster, enticing him to the most shameful orgasm imaginable, replying, “Yes baby. He came in me three times. He came in me deeper than you do, because his cock is so big. It had me worried.”

Brent bucked, squealing again, he shot the biggest load he could remember onto the shower floor. Amanda kissed his neck with passion as the orgasm coursed through his body, spurring him, “That’s it baby. Cum for me. Good boy.”

Somehow, even before Amanda stepped in the shower, she knew Brent’s anger was going to turn arousal. Not only had Darius predicted it, but she had sensed it since the first night Darius had flashed her. Brent seemed to revel in it, against his very programming.

When he finally came to a stop, he breathed an exasperated exhale.

“Feeling better?” Amanda asked. Brent looked at his wife, and couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked, almost as if he was seeing her in a new light. He kissed her passionately, and Amanda reciprocated. Minutes later, they had soaked their sheets because Brent had thrown her onto the bed. Before she could protest, his mouth was buried on her sex.

Amanda’s body was inflamed, relishing in the perverse nature of her husband’s cunnilingus. Just hours ago Darius had been pumping her full of his cum, and now her husband was flicking his tongue across her used clit. She blushed at the thought of the naughtiness of it all. Amanda rummaged her hands through her husband’s hair, soaking in his prowess. He seemed extra attentive, and before long she came hard, fueled by the taboo nature of the entire scenario.

Days went by and Amanda noticed Brent was acting rather quiet around her. Some distance in the rear view had allowed them both some space for reflection, and the guilt that Amanda kept suppressing finally boiled to a head.

She broke down crying at the dinner table, nearly in a sob, “I’m so sorry Brent.”

Brent was taken aback by her outburst, and moved to console her. “I’m sorry too baby.”

Amanda was stunned by his response, speaking through tears, “What? What do you have to be sorry for?”

Brent had spent every waking moment of the last several days searching his soul. It was a shameful realization to know you were made a cuckold, especially by your wife, and woman you loved most. However, simultaneously, Brent had to reconcile so very real arousal brought on by his wife’s dalliance. He kept thinking about them together, and every time he did his dick would stir to complete arousal. He even woke in the middle of the night previous, and jerked off in their bathroom, thinking back on her rumble with Darius. How could he possibly explain his feelings to Amanda?

Brent tried to answer her question, however, “I don’t know. I guess for not being more attentive, for being distant and obsessed with my computer, for not putting enough time in working on my body.” He paused, continuing red faced, “For not bringing my game in the bedroom.”

Amanda hated to see him this defeated, “Brent-”

“It’s okay baby.” He stood up, kissing her. “If I’m being completely honest with you, and myself, I can’t stop fantasizing about you and Darius.”

Amanda’s eyes shot wide open, and her emotion turned from regret, to intrigued confusion.

“To be honest I think even before you slept with him, a part of me had secretly hoped you would.” Brent decided to put it all out on the table.

“Brent, what are you saying?” Amanda’s voice was kind, interested, worried.

“I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful woman, Amanda, and deep down I think, like most married men, I kind of think its hot to see my wife act naughty, and sexual.” Brent paused, exhaling, “To see you interacting with Darius, and then learning that he was – so well hung. I think it spawned some perverted fantasies for me. Hell, even last night, I woke up and part of me hoped you snuck out of bed and went across the hall to fuck him.”

Amanda gasped, covering her mouth. Despite her conflicted feelings over her husband’s admission, her panties were beginning to dampen.

She wouldn’t allow him to let her off the hook that easily, though, her morals remained in tact, “I still shouldn’t have done it with your permission.” She blushed, remembering that he had technically given it to her during some of their more inflamed sessions of teasing.

“You kind of had it.” Brent smiled, thinking of those same moments in bed together. He continued, “So I’m partially to blame.” Brent smiled for the first time in what felt like weeks.

“I love you Brent.” She kissed him.

“I love you too, Amanda.”

Two more weeks passed, and Brent had to fly back to California to sort a couple things out for the business.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Amanda offered, worrying that her husband might fear the worst during his trip.

“No babe, it’ll only be a couple days. I’ll be back before you know it.”

When Amanda was dropping Brent off at the airport, he leaned in for a kiss goodbye. Upon doing so, he dropped a bomb on his wife.

“You can have some fun with Darius while I’m gone. If you want.”

Amanda’s eyes darted open in surprise. “A-Are you sure?” Hearing her husband offer such a naughty prospect, it excited her to no end. Truth be told, Amanda couldn’t stop thinking about her night with Darius. She had been purposefully avoiding him since that evening, for fear she may succumb to his advances once again.

“I’m sure. The only rule I have is that you tell me what happens, and that you’re-” Brent paused, hinting at birth control. “You’re safe.”

Amanda blushed. “Should I get back on the pill?”

Brent and Amanda hadn’t been trying for children, but at the same time they hadn’t been not trying either. It was a bizarre idea for both of them, the concept that she would get back on protection because another man would be fucking her. Bizarre, but deeply exciting.

“Maybe for a little while.” Brent offered, not quite believing his own words.

“We’ll see.” Amanda offered, not quite believing the conversation either. Still, she kissed her husband deeply, insanely aroused by his naughty approval.

Three hours later Amanda was on her back, in her marital bed. Darius’s huge unprotected cock was pumping in and out of her pussy, already having ripped several orgasms from her married sex.

They were coated in sweat, Amanda’s pussy soaking wet as he plunged his thick black cock in and out of her. She clawed into his muscled back, pink fingernail polish reflecting the candlelight in the bedroom. Darius’s large black balls were smacking into her plump white rear. Amanda was once again delirious with the pleasure this man was giving her, screaming loudly.

“Ohh! Ohh! Ohh my god!! Fuck meee!”

Darius couldn’t believe his luck. Part of him was worried he’d never see Amanda again, that the married couple would pick up and move after their dalliance from weeks previous. When she showed up at his front door earlier in the evening, all she said was, “I want you to come over and fuck me.”

“What about your husband?” Darius had to reply.

“He’s out of town, and he’s okay with it.”

He looked down at her large tits bouncing sexily across her frame, and then he leaned down to kiss her, their tongues twirling in a sort of lust that could not be feigned. Her married pussy clung to his thick black member, massaging it in such deeply perverse pleasure. Darius was thrilled that Brent was deciding to embrace his role as a cuckold, and he smiled as his ego soared at the reality of fucking this beautiful married woman.

“You like the way I fuck you don’t you Sugar.” Darius teased, finally on the verge of cumming himself.

Amanda clawed even harder into his back as she felt another orgasm brewing. “I love the way you fuck me! No one has ever fucked me like you!”

Darius grunted, once again feeling an indescribable pleasure begin to explode from his recoiling testicles. His shaft engorged, and he screamed. “Fuck! That married pussy is making me nut!”

Amanda joined him in pleasure chorus, her own orgasm exploding across her body, and causing her to convulse. “Cum in meee!!”

They bucked hard, two bodies melting into one as black manhood and white womanhood conjoined in orgasmic release. Eventually their bucking subsided, and the lay intertwined in each others arms, breathing heavily.

“He’s gone for two days?” Darius asked.

Amanda could only nod, still catching her breath.

“Good. I’m gonna call into work tomorrow. I’m taking the day off.”

Amanda looked down at his onyx tube, the large black cock that brought her so much pleasure, now coated in a sheen of her womanly cream. She shuddered, impossibly excited to spend the day with Darius.

They were naked from sunup to sundown, and Amanda couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt that she had never experienced that sort of sexual romp in all her years with her husband.

‘If Brent could fuck me like Darius, maybe we would have.’ She thought, gripping into the chiseled black chest of her neighbor, riding his manly cock to completion for the seventh time today.

Brent had actually called her earlier in the afternoon, which resulted in the most sexual conversation the married couple had ever experienced.

“He’s here right now.” Amanda spoke sultrily, responding to her husband’s rapid fire questions. She was currently laying naked with Darius, on their marital bed.

“In our room?” Brent replied, breathless in disbelief. He fell instinctively onto his hotel bed, sitting in aroused confusion.

“Yea. He can hear our conversation.” Amanda replied, biting her lip in naughty arousal.

“What up Brent!” Darius boomed, his involvement in their game now adding another perverse layer to an already taboo dynamic.

“I’m rubbing his cock, Brent. My hand doesn’t even fit around it.” Amanda pumped his dark member, consistently fascinated by its hulking size, masculine presence. She watched intently as his large balls gently rose and fell to her stroke. She bit her lip, so impossibly aroused by Darius’s manhood.

Brent’s mouth was dry, lump in his throat heavy. He couldn’t believe their marriage had arrived at such an insane place, and further, he couldn’t believe how much he loved it. “He’s really that much bigger than me?” Brent asked, the question loaded.

“Oh god honey. Yes.” Was Amanda’s breathless reply.

Darius smiled, leaning up and position himself to align his cock at Amanda’s pussy. “Not to worry Brent. I’m showing your wife a good time.” He leaned down into the phone as he said it, teasing the husband.

Amanda’s face was beet red, but she absolutely loved this unbelievable, naughty conversation. She spread her legs slowly as she felt his manhood enter her, biting her lip in a whine to her husband, “Oh my god baby, he’s putting it inside me again!”

Brent was stroking himself like a man possessed as he listened to the impossible scenario play out over the phone. This was perverted, delicious, madness.

“Baby! Oh god it feels so good! He stretches me out!” Brent listened on as he heard the commotion of their bed shaking, the unmistakable sounds of bodies slapping together in lust. Darius grunted as he plunged into Amanda’s pussy, growing addicted to her tightness.

“Get off that phone. I’m gonna make you cum.” Darius spoke loud enough so that Brent could hear him.

Amanda moaned, “Ohh! Fuckkk! Baby I love you, but I gotta go! Darius is fucking meee-”

Suddenly silence for Brent, the call now ended. He pumped his dick furiously, and within moments he came, spurting onto the hotel room floor.

Brent flew back the following day, and couldn’t help but be stunned by how in love with Amanda he had become. He had always loved his wife, to be sure, but lately something was heightened, charged, about her. It was something about the way she was willing to be so uninhibited, so willingly taboo. It excited Brent beyond words, and further – made him somehow proud.

Next Saturday afternoon, Amanda had returned to the apartment after one of her runs. Brent was sitting down in the living room as Amanda sprawled out on the couch opposite him. He couldn’t help but notice her plump rear as it jiggled in her lycra shorts.

Amanda groaned, “I think I pulled a hammy.” She reached behind her, groping at her upper thigh.

“Well you’ve been running hard almost every day, maybe you need a break.” Brent offered, smiling. He could tell the injury wasn’t serious.

“I need a massage, is what I need.” Amanda retorted, smiling.

Brent closed the laptop screen, and stood, walking over to his wife. He sat down next to her and began rubbing up her thigh.

Amanda interjected, “Thank you baby, but I was actually hoping for a more professional massage.” She leaned back at him, thumb nail in her mouth, biting it in teasing fashion.

“Do you want me to go ask him?” Brent heard himself say, becoming both nervous and excited by the prospect.

“Could you? I don’t want to move.” Amanda replied, thankful and aroused. There was something naughty about asking her husband to go call upon her hung lover, for a rub down.

Minutes later Brent found himself knocking at the door of the man who was fucking his wife.

“Hey Brent.” Darius smiled, surprised to see him.

Brent somehow retained confidence around Darius. He had grown to realize he wasn’t humiliated by his place as a cuckold, if anything he took a strange sort of pride in being so progressive about his wife’s satisfaction. “Hey man. Amanda pulled a hammy running a minute ago, she was looking for a massage. You busy?”

Darius was intrigued to see Brent at the helm of the invitation. Nonetheless, he willingly accepted, excited by an opportunity to cuckold the husband in person. Darius was a natural alpha male in the bedroom, and he learned more and more that the conquest excited him.

He accepted the invitation, “I’m free. Let me grab my kit.”

Amanda was moaning softly as Darius moved his large black hands up and down her upper thighs. Brent was seated across from them, desperately trying to distract himself with his computer, but failing.

“That feels nice.” Amanda hissed, smiling.

“Thank you Sugar.” Darius replied.

Darius continued to massage up and down her thick white thigh, glancing his fingers against her lycra shorts and ass cheeks whenever he did. Amanda glanced back at him. “Why don’t you take those off, so you have more room to work?” She bit her lip sexily, glancing over at Brent to gauge his reaction. She had the intention of fucking Darius from before she left for her run, and was excited to involve Brent.

Brent heard the impossibly arousing request, but pretended to be caught up with the numbers on his monitor.

Amanda wouldn’t let him off the hook that easily, however. She wanted her husband to see what Darius had been doing to her. It wasn’t an intention to humiliate him, she had no desire to do that. She simply thought it would arouse him even further, to offer him a role in his cuckolding.

“Is that okay baby?” Amanda asked her husband.

Brent’s eyes widened, but he was steadfast in his reply, “Is what okay?”

“If Darius takes off my shorts, so he can rub my butt a little?” She smiled sexily in her husband’s direction.

Brent cleared his throat, arousal levels skyrocketing in his perverted mind. “Yeah, that’s okay.”

Darius smiled, in tune with the game Amanda was playing. He immediately peeled the lycra shorts down Amanda’s lily white ass. The plumpness of her cheeks came into view, and Darius noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties. It caused his heavy cock to begin to stir.

Darius continued his rub down, now proceeding up her ass, squeezing her cheeks in delight. It caused more moans of pleasure from the wife. “Mmm. Keep doing that.”

Minutes passed, and Amanda decided to roll over, pulling her running shirt off in the process. Only her tight fitting sports bra remained, her busty tits bursting beneath the elastic fabric.

She wanted to get naked for Darius, and her husband. She looked towards Brent, asking again, “Baby. I’m going to take off my bra. Is that okay?”

Brent glanced over, and nearly gasped when he realized that his wife wasn’t wearing any panties. She was simply laying naked on the couch for Darius’s feasting eyes.

She arched her head back at her husband, making erotic eye contact with him. “Is it?”

Brent cleared his throat, unbelievably aroused, pangs of jealousy and embarrassment bouncing against his psyche. He could only nod, and watched in horror as Amanda peeled her bra off. Her large milky tits spilled out and jiggled sexily in their taboo freedom.

Darius immediately began caressing their weight, gently tickling her pale nipples as he fondled Brent’s wife’s big tits right in front of him.

“Do all your clients get naked for you?” Amanda asked, teasingly.

“Just you Sugar.” Darius couldn’t help himself, and leaned down to kiss her. Amanda’s delicate hand instinctively reached for the massive tent in Darius’s basketball shorts. Brent watched in aroused horror as her tiny fingers encircled his concealed length, as her lips smashed against his.

They kissed again. “I want you to take me into my bedroom and fuck me.” Amanda’s words were breathless, and Brent’s world was now closing in around him. His vision was laser focused on the impossible, lust filled groping session occurring in front of him. All the teasing, all the imagination, was nothing compared to the intensity of the real thing.

“Is that okay baby?” Amanda asked again, this time the stakes deliriously high.

“Is what okay?” Brent croaked, it was a useless effort to delay the inevitable.

Amanda repeated, lustfully, “Is it okay if Darius takes me into our bedroom and fucks me?”

Brent’s mind was sent reeling. He couldn’t believe this was reality, and still, “Yes.” He heard himself say.

They stood, Amanda smiling wickedly, pulling Darius around the corner and into their bedroom. Brent remained seated, unable to process what was happening. A minute went by, and then another, and then suddenly his wife’s voice sent a chill up his spine.

“Put it in me.” It was a hushed comment, but it was as loud as a mountaintop scream to Brent.

Brent’s mouth went dry, but his slacks rose in impossible arousal. He heard the commotion of bodies on their bed, the faint squeaks of the sturdy frame. His wife was being fucked!

She tried to curtail her passion, but it inevitably grew, quickly. Her moans graduated from muffled squeals into delirious moans in less than a minute. Brent’s mouth was dry as he listened to the love of his life scream in satisfaction. “Its so big! Fuck me!! Fuck me with that big cock!” Oh goddd!!” The sounds of their bodies slapping together in lust accompanied her impassioned groans.

“Jesus.” Brent whispered to himself.

Amanda was delirious in lust over the reality of getting stuffed by their stud neighbor, her husband listening from outside the doorway. Months of teasing and acceptance. Now Brent would bear witness to the true nature of his cuckolding.

Brent managed to stand, finally, driven by an instinctual need to see the erotic act of human nature occurring in his bedroom. He walked slowly, unable to comprehend how loud his wife was being, her throes of passion unlike anything he had heard before.

“Yes!! Yes!! Ohh Goddd!! Darius!! Stuff me babyyy! Stuff my tight pussy with your big cockkk!!” Amanda was inflamed with taboo passion, her dirty talk elevating to a realm near that of fiction. She wanted her husband to witness her pleasure, and for that honest acceptance to excite him as well.

Brent grabbed onto the door frame, their sexual explosion growing louder as he approached. When he finally looked into his bedroom, he nearly collapsed.

To see another man, on his bed, pistoning an incomprehensibly large cock into his wife. He would never forget it.

To Brent, initially, he was hit by a strong wave of embarrassment. How could he allow such an unspeakable act to occur under his roof? His wife was being fucked by another man for gods sake! What the fuck was going on?! He quickly composed himself, desperate to remain calm. Suddenly an even more potent wave of eroticism and arousal hit him. It was indescribable in its intensity, in its harrowing visual reality. Amanda’s plump ass was smushed into their bed cushion, and mere inches above that was a collision of life altering magnitude. Brent’s eyes widened as he bore witness to his wife’s stretched pussy, clinging perversely to Darius’s thick black shaft as it plunged forcefully in and out of her. He couldn’t fathom how easily she was taking his size, his dark width coated in an intoxicating cream of Amanda’s wetness. The sound of their mating was surreal, soaked and primal and inflamed. Every time Darius would pull out and thrust into her she would moan in delight, and the squishing sound of her womanhood desperately accepting his black cock would be burnt into Brent’s mind forever. They had only been fucking for minutes, but Brent realized he had never seen her so wet, so willing.

Immediately beneath the collision of their sexes, Darius’s large balls slapped erotically against Amanda’s rear with every stroke, absurdly concealing and revealing her delicate asshole with every thrust. Her gorgeous legs wrapped above his behind, latching onto his lower back. Brent was aroused even by her feminine feet, pink nail polish on her toes as they curled in response to the pleasure she was receiving. Further atop the the sight of their love making, his stomach roiled upon noticing her wedding ring, as her hands clawed into his black muscular back.

“Fuck mee!! Fuck mee!! Fuck meee!!” The flopping noise was perverse, haunting, taunting. Brent’s dick was the hardest it had ever been, and he instinctively unzipped, exposing himself whilst still standing in the doorway to his own bedroom.

It was a bombardment of emotions. Humiliation, fear, excitement, pride, wonder, jealousy, sadness, happiness, satisfaction. Striking deeper than any of those, however, was arousal.

Brent was truly and deeply aroused by the sight of his wife writhing beneath the pleasure that Darius was giving her. Why should he hate himself for it? Probably less than one percent of men were as endowed as Darius. Somehow, against every component of social programming, Brent was thrilled that his wife was on the receiving end of porn star endowment. It was true that men loved to see their wives acting naughty, and this was the ultimate in acting naughty.

Amanda, through her throes of lust, somehow noticed that her husband was now watching from the doorway, and it only served to enhance her pleasure and arousal. She couldn’t believe the man she married, the love of her life, was watching this hung stud pump her full of his huge black cock. It was the naughtiest possible reality, and she wanted to draw Brent’s attention to the sight of it.

She moaned between Darius’s masculine thrusts, “Do you like watching baby?”

Brent noticed her glazed eyes of lust, staring back at him. He could only nod at his sexual goddess of a wife.

“You see how big his cock is? I told you it was huge.” Amanda drew Brent’s attention back to the extramarital collision of black cock and white pussy. His manhood really was massive, girth impossibly wide, blackness driving deep into his wife’s sex. The lips of her womanhood were stretched so sexually, as her wetness clung to his organ in complete need.

Brent found his voice through his trance, wanting some kind of verbal communication with the love of his life. “Are you having fun baby? Do you like it?” He asked, now stroking his dick in ultimate acceptance.

Amanda moaned, “Oh god! Fuck yes baby! He’s fucking me so good!” Brent still couldn’t believe how inflamed his wife’s words were, it was almost as if she had become an entirely new woman in her lewdness.

Darius began to pick up his speed, him too, savoring in his role as alpha male in the bedroom. It was intoxicating for him, to take this married woman to such sexual heights while her lesser equipped husband watched in envious wonder. He whispered into Amanda’s ear, “Brent can’t fuck you like this.”

Amanda groaned in response to the deeply taboo honesty of Darius’s dirty talk. She whispered back, kissing his neck “No. He can’t.”

“Say it. Say it Sugar.” Darius was pumping away with a primal need to hear her admission.

Amanda groaned deeper, giving in to his request. She whined, sultrily, tauntingly, loud enough so that Brent could hear, “Oh goddd Darius! Your big cock fucks me so much better than my husband’s!”

Brent’s mouth hung agape, somehow deeply aroused by his wife’s cutting admission.

The flopping noise of their mating sexes then increased further, as did the pitch of Amanda’s moans. “Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Yes!! Do me with your big cock!!”

Brent’s eyes with transfixed on the taboo interracial sex occurring in his marital bed, and he knew an orgasm was close for all three of them.

Amanda prodded her husband further, giving in to her impeding release, “Oh god baby! He’s stretching me out! Look at his big cock stretch my pussy!!”

Darius began to grunt, and he too could feel a deep orgasm on the verge of exploding.

“Fuck me Darius! Fuck me with your manly cock!!” Amanda implored.

“It’s coming Sugar.” Darius groaned, arching his back just moments from ejaculation. “I’m gonna cum in that married pussy!” He roared, and Brent watched in aroused horror as Darius’s massive black balls ascended tight to the underside of his engorged shaft, pulsating as it delivered a payload of seed deep into Brent’s wife’s wanting pussy.

“Fuckk!! Meee!! Yesss!! Goddd!! Take me! Take me! Take me! Take meee!!” Amanda’s voice was harrowing as her own orgasm exploded along with Darius’s cock. She clawed into his strong back, eyes rolling back into her head as her husband watched her cum for another man. Brent squirted his own ejaculate uselessly onto the bedroom floor as he watched Darius’s cock continue to contract and pulse, launching rope after rope of cum deep into Amanda’s womb. The irony of where each man finished was not lost on Brent, and somehow it was yet another layer of perverted arousal for the husband.

Seconds went by, and silence filled the room. The three of them were breathing heavily as the cloud of lust slowly dissipated. Brent watched in awe as Darius slowly pulled his cock out of Amanda. It’s black length was inflamed, and soaking in Amanda’s cum. His heavy organ escaped her pussy with a perverse plopping sound, exposing a stretched opening. Brent couldn’t believe his eyes. Darius’s cum was smeared across his wife’s still pulsating womanhood, a stark reminder of how thoroughly Brent was just cuckolded.Brent realized, in that moment, that he would never be able to satisfy his wife on such a deep sexual level.

He smiled in melancholy, somehow thankful that Amanda was able to get it elsewhere.