SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

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Part 9…

If you’ve been following along with our story, you’ll know that my wife, Aria, and I have been enjoying the whole hot wife lifestyle since we serendipitously met my former co-worker’s boyfriend a few years ago.

So many things have happened since then, including the pandemic and my former co-worker, Jasmine, moving back home to take care of her parents. While we missed our young friend (she’s 20 years younger than us), we have reconnected with older friends… including a high school friend who’s now a doctor, Sharon.

Recently, we helped Sharon introduce the whole cuckold lifestyle to her small-dicked husband, Ian, by sharing one of our well-endowed white bulls named Mick. Sharon had said she was going to return the favour, and this story tells that tale…

It was December 2021 in Vancouver, and the weather was unusually cold, a far cry from the heat dome we experienced earlier in the summer.

The pandemic had been a mixed blessing for Aria and me. We had gotten used to working from home, enjoying the freedom and flexibility it afforded us. But now, with back-to-office mandates starting, we were being forced to return to the daily grind. It sucked, plain and simple.

Around the same time, I decided to upgrade our home with some smart technology. I installed a system that allowed me to control the lights, TV, and even the outdoor cameras from my phone. But the real game-changer was the hidden indoor cameras I discreetly set up. The thrill of potentially catching her in an unguarded moment was too tempting to resist.

Our alternating office schedules turned out to be an unexpected advantage. On the days I worked from the office, I’d often catch glimpses of Aria through the cameras, fresh out of the shower, toweling off her still-perky tits, or bending over to pick something up, allowing me to get a glimpse of her full, round ass. Despite being 50 years old, Aria had kept her hourglass figure from when we first met in high school. Sometimes, I would lock myself in the office bathroom to watch my wife in the camera feeds, jacking off my modest 4-inch dick while Aria pranced naked around our home, unaware of my voyeurism.

I remember one day in particular when I caught Aria on camera masturbating herself with one of our large dildos on our bed. I almost got caught watching the video when I accidentally unmuted my phone.

Anyways, it was just another day at the office when I got a notification on my phone that someone was at our front door. Usually, this was nothing, as our camera often picks up random neighbors walking through the neighborhood. But for some reason, I clicked to see a screenshot of the video while I was in a boring staff meeting. I was slack-jawed when I realized the person in the video was Jasmine, my 30-year-old former co-worker (and my wife’s frequent sexual co-conspirator). Jasmine was standing at our front door wearing skin-tight yoga pants and a leather jacket that barely contained her chest.

I feigned a bad stomachache and made a beeline to the 2nd-floor office bathroom, the one I knew most people avoided. Locking the stall door, I switched to the feed, seeing Aria answer the door, and popped in my earbud so I could listen. Jasmine squealed and jumped into Aria’s arms as they shared an embrace.

“Jasmine!” Aria’s voice crackled through the hidden foyer camera’s mic as she pulled Jasmine inside. Their bodies pressed tight in the foyer, leather jacket creaking against Aria’s silk robe. Jasmine’s hands slid down to grip Aria’s ass, fingers kneading through thin fabric. “Surprise!” she purred, nipping Aria’s earlobe. “You didn’t tell me you were back in town,” Aria breathed.

“I just got back today,” Jasmine replied as she reached for the gift bag she had dropped on the floor, “Couldn’t wait to see you both.” She flashed her beautiful smile while pressing the sleek black bag into Aria’s hands. “A little thank-you for keeping my condo in one piece while I was gone.” Aria tugged at the ribbon, and the tissue paper rustled as she pulled out a bottle of expensive-looking Japanese sake, followed by a smaller box. Jasmine’s grin widened when Aria popped it open to reveal a delicate silver necklace with a tiny, intricate lock pendant.

“Scott’s gonna be upset he missed you,” Aria murmured, fastening the necklace while Jasmine’s fingers traced her collarbone. The pendant settled perfectly between her cleavage, drawing attention to the swell of her 36C tits.

“But since you’re here now, I’ve got something to show you,” Aria said slyly as she took Jasmine by her hand and led her to the living room.

I switched to the living room cam just in time to see Aria pour two cups of tea, her silk robe gaping open as she bent over the coffee table. “You remember me telling you about our friend, Sharon?”

“The one you hooked up with Mick?”

Aria’s smirk deepened as she handed Jasmine a steaming cup. “Exactly. Well, Sharon promised to return the favor… and guess what arrived this morning?” She pulled her phone from her robe pocket, swiped twice, then turned the screen toward Jasmine. Even from the camera’s grainy feed, I saw Jasmine’s breath gasp. A shirtless blond man grinned back at her, his thick arms crossed over a chest dusted with golden hair. The next photo showed him gripping his thick and veiny cock that was easily twice my size. “Meet Dex,” Aria purred. “Sharon’s ‘thank you.'”

“Wha-?” Jasmine looked dumbfounded.

“Sharon met him when she was doing a locum at the university clinic,” Aria said, tracing the rim of her teacup with a fingertip. Jasmine leaned closer as she zoomed in on the photo. Dex’s cock was absurdly thick and hung heavy between his legs. “Sharon said he’s got a thing for Asian women,” Aria murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper. “She texted me this morning saying he’s free tomorrow morning.”

“Are you and Scott going to-” Jasmine started to ask before Aria cut her off with a sharp shake of her head.

“No,” she said firmly. “Scott doesn’t know about Dex, and I kinda wanted to keep him for myself for a bit.” Jasmine chuckled as she reached forward and squeezed Aria’s thigh. “But I’ll tell him eventually,” she added with a wink. The camera feed trembled slightly as Aria shifted closer to Jasmine, their knees pressing together, fingers brushing against each other’s wrists. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to join me,” Aria murmured, her voice barely audible over the rustle of silk.

Jasmine exhaled sharply, her thumb flicking across Aria’s phone screen to swipe back to the photo of Dex’s cock. “It’s been so long,” she admitted, voice low and throaty. Her fingers flexed against the phone’s edge. “He looks bigger than J.” The admission hung in the air as Aria’s free hand slid up Jasmine’s inner thigh, fingertips pressing just hard enough to make Jasmine squirm.

Aria pulled her fingers away from Jasmine’s pussy, holding them up between them, glistening. “It’s been a long time, huh?” she teased, rubbing her damp fingertips together with a slow, deliberate twist of her wrist. “Maybe I should help you,” Aria continued as she planted a wet kiss on Jasmine’s lips, “-stretch out? We wouldn’t want Dex to think a young thing like you can’t take a real cock.” Jasmine moaned into Aria’s mouth, her hands gripping Aria’s tits as they sank deeper into the couch, the leather creaking beneath them.

Aria pulled Jasmine up and practically dragged her to our bedroom, her robe fluttering open as Jasmine’s smaller frame shuffled along in a giddy gait.

The hidden camera above our antique armoire captured everything as Aria pushed Jasmine onto the mattress, her yoga pants peeled off in one smooth tug, exposing her bare pussy. “Still waxed bare?” Aria mused, running a finger along Jasmine’s slit before slipping two inside without warning.

“Nngh!” Jasmine moaned as Aria slipped out of her robe next.

“See!” Aria exclaimed, “You’re so tight! That’s what happens when you don’t get a proper pounding in months.” She twisted her fingers deeper, making Jasmine arch off the bed as her wetness dripped onto the sheets.

“Fuck!” Jasmine screamed as she writhed under Aria’s fingers, her thighs clamping tight around Aria’s wrist. Aria chuckled, twisting her wrist slightly before withdrawing her glistening fingers and pressing them against Jasmine’s swollen lips.

“Taste yourself,” she ordered, watching as Jasmine sucked them clean with hungry little noises.

Aria reached for the bedside drawer next, rummaging past tangled lingerie until her fingers wrapped around the familiar silicone curve of our largest dildo, its thick, veined shaft casting a shadow on the rumpled duvet. “I call him ‘Chad,” Aria said as she took the bulbous head into her mouth to lube it up with her saliva.

Jasmine whimpered as Aria nudged the slick toy against her entrance, rubbing slow circles just to watch her squirm. “Don’t tease!” Jasmine begged, her hands clutching the headboard. But Aria just laughed and pushed forward slowly, stretching Jasmine’s tight hole inch by inch.

The wet slurp of the dildo sliding home made Jasmine cry out as her body adjusted to the thick intrusion. Aria rocked it deeper, twisting the base to drag every ridge against Jasmine’s trembling inner walls. “Oh fuck,” Jasmine gasped, her hips bucking when Aria curled the toy upward to press against that sweet spot inside her.

Then, Aria pulled the dildo free and brought it to her lips, Jasmine’s glistening juices covering the length. Her tongue swirled around the head, lapping up the tangy wetness. “Mmm,” she hummed, licking her lips as she watched Jasmine’s fingers sink into her own cunt.

“I’ve missed how you taste,” Aria panted, pressing the dildo back against Jasmine’s entrance, this time pushing in faster, harder, rewarded by Jasmine’s sharp cry.

“Ah-ahh-nggh! Oh GOD!” Jasmine moaned as Aria plunged the thick shaft deeper and deeper into Jasmine’s cunt, my wife’s fingers clutching the fake phallus with all her might.

“Shhh,” Aria cooed, pressing a finger against Jasmine’s lips as she leaned down to suck Jasmine’s nipples, her tongue swirling around the stiff pink buds before biting down gently.

“Ah! Fuck!” Jasmine gasped, her thighs trembling around the dildo as Aria pulled it free, dragging her pussy lips out with it until the head finally came loose. Aria stroked it slowly, watching Jasmine’s juices drip down the veined shaft before bringing it to her own dripping pussy. Jasmine fondled her breasts as Aria sank the slick toy inside herself with a groan, her hands twisting the big cock to work it deeper. “Chad wants to fuck us both,” Aria murmured, her free hand pinching Jasmine’s clit. “Just like Dex when we see him tomorrow.”

“Ugh! Fuck me with your big white cock!” Aria exclaimed as she let go of the silicone penis.

Jasmine didn’t miss a beat, and she grabbed the dildo’s base and drove it back into Aria with a wet slap, her wrist twisting just like she’d seen Aria do moments before. Aria moaned as the thick ridges stretched her, a sharp gasp escaping her lips when Jasmine angled the toy upward to grind against her g-spot. “God, yes! Just like that,” Aria panted.

Jasmine’s tongue replaced her fingers on Aria’s clit, flicking rapid circles while she worked the dildo deeper into my wife.

Aria’s hands entangled in Jasmine’s hair as Aria cradled her head while Jasmine lapped at her clit.

“Mmmm…” Jasmine sighed, “You like that? You like this big white cock in your pussy?”

Aria hesitated, biting her lip as Jasmine’s tongue worked faster, her hands pumping the dildo faster and faster with each thrust. “Fuck!” she gasped, her nails digging into Jasmine’s scalp.

“You know you want this… Who owns this pussy?” Jasmine demanded, “Your husband?”

“N-no-no!” Aria pleaded.

“Yeah, Scott’s little pecker can’t compare to a white cock!” Jasmine teased my wife. A pang of humiliation rang through my body and filled my penis with boiling blood as I watched on my phone.

Aria’s back arched violently as Jasmine pounded the dildo inside her. “Oh GOD! I’m cumming!” she shrieked, her thighs clamping around the thick silicone shaft. The camera feed vibrated slightly from the force of her orgasm, her entire body trembling as Jasmine kept licking her clit through the aftershocks.

Aria yanked the dripping dildo free and pressed it against Jasmine’s lips. “Lick him clean,” she ordered breathlessly. Jasmine opened her mouth obediently, her pink tongue swirling around the swollen head before taking half the length into her throat, gagging. Aria groaned, watching Jasmine suck the toy clean as best she could, her lips stretched obscenely around the girth.

“On your back,” Aria commanded, pushing Jasmine down onto the mattress before straddling her face. Jasmine’s hands immediately gripped Aria’s thighs as she leaned up to devour her dripping pussy. Aria moaned as she positioned the slick dildo at Jasmine’s slit and pushed forward with a grunt, burying half the length in one smooth thrust. Jasmine screamed around Aria’s cunt, her nails digging into Aria’s flesh as her body stretched around the thick intrusion.

“Mmph!” Jasmine’s muffled groan vibrated against Aria’s pussy as my wife pistoned Chad’s huge cock in and out, over and over again, until Jasmine’s body started to tense up.

Knowing she was close, my wife goaded Jasmine further, “Take it, Baby! Take my big white cock! I’m gonna nut in your tiny little Asian pussy!”

Jasmine’s muffled scream was lost in Aria’s wet folds as her body convulsed violently, her thighs clamping down around the slick dildo buried deep inside her. Jasmine thrashed beneath Aria, her back arching off the bed while her toes curled so tight they nearly snapped. Aria pressed down harder, grinding her swollen clit against Jasmine’s trembling lips until Jasmine’s whole body went rigid and then limp as her orgasm drained her completely.

My voyeurism was cut short by an earthy musk that filled the air, followed by a wet, muffled “PFFFT!” from the stall next to mine in the office bathroom. My grip on my phone faltered as the scent of rotten eggs curled around me.

I quickly got up, flushed, and washed my hands as the washroom echoed with another loud fart. In the mirror in front of me, I noticed the large wet spot on my wool pants formed from my leaking precum.

Back at my meeting, I did my best to cover it up, shifting uncomfortably in my chair. The wet fabric clung to my penis as I struggled to focus on my boss’s quarterly projections, which was not an easy task as I kept picturing my wife and Jasmine 69ing on our bed.

At home that evening, Aria acted completely normal. She didn’t mention Jasmine’s visit, nor did she bring up Dex or the necklace hanging between her tits. She just hummed softly while chopping vegetables for dinner, her hips swaying slightly to the music. The silver lock pendant gleamed under the kitchen lights, taunting me with its unspoken secrets.

“So,” I finally ventured, leaning against the counter. “Anything new happen today?” My fingers twitched toward my phone, itching to scroll through the hidden camera footage again.

Aria’s knife paused mid-chop. “Oh, you know,” she said, dicing a red pepper into perfect cubes. “Same old.” The pendant swung between her breasts as she shrugged, catching the light like a wink.

Later, when we retired to bed, I noticed the new sheets, all crisp and tidy. Odd, since we usually only changed them on Sundays. I ran my fingers over the Egyptian cotton texture, cool and slightly starchy. Aria’s back was to me as she plugged her phone in, the charger cord dangling over the nightstand.

“New sheets already?” I asked.

Aria stretched beneath the covers, her toes brushing my calf. “Mmm, spilled tea earlier.”

The lie curled between us like cigarette smoke. My nose pressed deeper into the pillow sham as I detected the faint smell of perfume and sex. The ghost of their afternoon tryst clung to the fibers despite Aria’s hasty laundry session.

“You’re still going into the office tomorrow, right?” Aria’s question came casually, her fingers trailing down my chest as she turned to face me. I nodded, swallowing hard when her knee brushed against my thigh. “Okay,” she murmured, rolling onto her back with a sigh. “I’ve got some important work to do at home, so don’t bother trying to call.”

The bedside lamp clicked off, plunging us into darkness. Aria turned onto her side, her breathing slowing almost instantly, while I stared at the ceiling, acutely aware of every rustle of fabric when she shifted.

I waited until her breath deepened into sleep before sliding a hand down my boxers, wrapping fingers around my stiff cock. The faint scent of Jasmine’s perfume still clung to Aria’s hair, and I inhaled deeply as I pictured Dex’s thick cock plowing into both of them tomorrow.

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Part 10…

“Morning, Scott!” Greeted Priya as she noticed me walking into the office. Priya is one of the young marketing associates who works in my office.

“Morning,” I exchanged with a somewhat fake office smile. Normally, I would be happy to spend time exchanging pleasantries with my beautiful Indian co-worker. She’s been with us for a couple of years now and is always pleasant to talk to. But today I was distracted by what I’d witnessed on the cameras last night.

“I brought some chai,” Priya said, adjusting the emerald-green dupatta draped over her shoulder. The fabric pulled tight across her chest in a way that made it impossible not to notice the swell of her breasts beneath the intricate gold embroidery. Her fitted kurta hugged every curve of her waist before flaring slightly over her hips, the deep slit revealing a flash of toned thigh as she shifted her weight.

“Would you like some?” Priya offered, pouring some into a cup for me before I had a chance to decline. The warm smell of cardamom was intoxicating, but my mind was still tangled in the secret video footage I saw yesterday of my wife, Aria, and our recently returned young friend, Jasmine, fucking each other while conspiring to cuckold me with a new white bull while I was stuck at work. It’s not the whole cuckold-thing that bothered me, as we’ve done the hot wife/cuckold thing many times over the past few years, sometimes even with Jasmine in tow (I’ve gotta admit that eating a fresh, warm creampie out of Aria and Jasmine’s well-stretched holes really turns me on). No, it’s the whole keeping it a secret from me that kinda pissed me off. I’d love to watch my wife cum from a big fat cock while Jasmine lets me stick my tiny dick up her impossibly tight asshole.

“Scott?” Priya’s voice brought me back in the moment. Her brown eyes narrowed slightly as she studied my face–probably noticing my jaw clenched tight enough to crack teeth. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, sorry,” I replied, “Work’s just a killer lately,” I added, trying to act nonchalant. “Mmmm… thanks, Priya,” I said after taking a sip of her chai.

The worry in Priya’s face disappeared into a smile. I always thought she looked hot, but she was seeing a young Indian guy in the IT dept. That never stopped me from fantasizing about her, though. Her long black hair was pulled into a loose braid today, exposing her slender neck. I wondered what it would feel like to taste that smooth caramel skin of hers. “You’re welcome, Scott,” she said, brushing her fingers against mine as I handed her back the cup. “You work too hard,” she said, “Aria’s a lucky wife!”

Those words repeated in my mind as I watched Priya walk away towards the break room, her hips swaying hypnotically beneath the emerald fabric. No doubt years of eating Indian food and countless squats gave her that big, round ass, the kind that stretched fabric tight enough to see the outline of her thong when she bent over the copier last week. The memory made my cock twitch in my slacks, imagining my hands clenching those succulent cheeks while I ate out her pussy.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, the vibration sending a little jolt against my thigh. I pulled it out, glancing at the security alert to see the live feed show a sleek black BMW pulling in front of our house. Dex must be early. I learned from the footage I saw yesterday that our high school friend, Dr. Sharon Lee, had met a well-endowed university athlete and sent him over to play with Aria. Little does he know that he’s about to fuck both my 50-year-old wife and our 30-year-old friend.

The doorbell rang, and my wife’s voice drifted faintly through the cameras as she answered. “Dex?”

“Aria? Wow! Sharon said you looked stunning, but fuck!” Dex’s deep voice crackled through the speakers as his tall frame filled the doorway, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his fitted shirt. His eyes ran down Aria’s body as her blouse barely contained her heavy breasts.

Aria giggled like a schoolgirl, brushing off his flirtatious overtures while also reciprocating by checking him out. Dex was built like a Greek god… broad shoulders, narrow waist, thickly muscled arms, and powerful thighs that stretched his designer jeans tight. He towered over her by 6 inches, his height accentuating the delicious difference in their physiques.

I quickly made my way to the office bathroom, the one that was rarely used, locking myself in a stall as I pulled up the live feed on my phone. Dex stepped inside, his confident grin making my pulse race as he casually adjusted the noticeable bulge in his jeans. Aria’s fingers lingered on his arm as she led him toward the living room. “Sharon mentioned that you had a thing for Asians,” Aria said. “Well, I’ve got a treat for you.” Jasmine emerged from the hallway, wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties that barely covered her smooth, tight ass. Dex’s eyes darkened with hunger as he took in Jasmine’s petite frame, her small, perky breasts jiggling slightly as she sauntered toward them.

“Damn!” Dex’s voice came out rough with arousal as Jasmine pressed herself against him, her lithe body trembling slightly against his towering frame. Aria watched with desire, her fingers already working the buttons of her blouse open to reveal the swell of her cleavage barely contained by a sheer lace bra. Dex’s eyes glazed over as his gaze darted between them, Aria’s voluptuous curves and Jasmine’s delicate tightness, before his large hands settled on Jasmine’s waist, pulling her flush against him. The bulge in his jeans pressed insistently against her stomach, making her gasp softly.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Aria whispered, her fingers brushing Dex’s muscled abdomen as she reached around him from behind, deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. The heat radiating from his body made her nipples stiffen against the lace of her bra, the contrast of her soft curves pressed against his hard back, sending a shiver down her spine.

Jasmine didn’t hesitate, and her small hands slid up Dex’s chest the moment his shirt fell open, her fingers tracing the ridges of his abs before dipping lower to pop the button of his jeans. The zipper hissed down, and her breath stopped at the sight of the thick outline straining against his boxer briefs. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding,” she murmured, glancing at Aria with wide eyes before licking her lips.

Aria circled to face Dex, her fingers and Jasmine’s jointly pulling down his underwear in one smooth motion, freeing his thick, flaccid cock hanging at least a third of the way down his thigh, his balls heavy and full. Jasmine gasped as she took in the sheer size, “Holy fuck!”

But Aria was unfazed, wrapping her fingers around his cock, her hand barely able to cover half its girth. She began rubbing slowly, thumb pressing into the thick vein pulsing along the underside, and in a matter of seconds, she felt it twitch against her palm. Dex groaned, throwing his head back as his cock surged forward, hardening rapidly, first to eight inches, then nine, until finally her fingers strained to meet around his monstrous erection, her thumb and middle fingertips no longer able to touch as she squeezed.

“Fuck, it’s still growing!” Aria laughed breathlessly, watching in awe as his cock thickened further, veins bulging under flushed skin. Jasmine bit her lip as she reached out tentatively, pressing two fingers against the swollen head, only for it to twitch and cause a bead of precum to form at the tip.

I unzipped my pants to free my cock, as I watched my wife expertly stroke the thickest white dick I’d ever seen. My own pathetic length was rock hard and had already left a big wet stain on my underwear. Pulling it free and pulling down my overhanging foreskin, it was dwarfed by Dex’s 10-inch cock.

“Ohh, Dex,” Aria cooed as she admired his massive pole in her hands, “You’re so much fucking bigger than my husband,” she admitted before dragging her tongue along his veiny shaft.

“Yeah, Scott’s tiny compared to this,” Jasmine chimed in as her fingers gripped at the base of Dex’s tree-trunk cock, her small hand barely wrapping halfway around it. She leaned forward, her lips parting as she licked a slow stripe up the underside, her tongue tracing the throbbing vein until she reached the swollen head. Dex suddenly grabbed her head and guided her mouth down onto him. Aria watched, licking her lips as Jasmine gagged, her petite throat bulging around the first few inches, as she struggled to take more.

Aria’s fingers hooked into the delicate lace of Jasmine’s panties, peeling them down her thighs in one smooth motion. The fabric clung for a second before dropping to the floor, revealing Jasmine’s smooth, dripping slit and tight little asshole. “Fuck, you’re already so wet,” Aria murmured, sliding two fingers in Jasmine’s small vagina, gathering her juices before pressing those same fingers in her mouth to taste her friend. Jasmine moaned around Dex’s cock, her hips jerking forward as Aria’s fingers circled her clit.

“Let me try,” Aria insisted as she pulled Jasmine away from Dex’s meat. My wife discarded her bra and panties quickly, squeezing her full tits together as she knelt in front of Dex’s cock. She licked her lips before wrapping them around the swollen head, her cherry-red lipstick smearing as she struggled to take more than three inches. Drool dripped down her chin as she bobbed her head while Jasmine rubbed her clit. Dex groaned, his fingers massaging Aria’s breasts.

“Mmph!” Aria gasped as she came up for air, “You’re so thick!”

Dex grinned as he pushed her plush tits together around his cock. The soft, warm flesh enveloped his length perfectly, the contrast of her smooth skin and the heat of her cleavage making his balls tighten. Precum smeared across her stiff nipples as he began thrusting between her breasts, the tip of his long cock popping free with each stroke. Jasmine moaned louder beside them, fingers plunging deeper into her own pussy while she watched Aria’s lips stretch around the head again.

“Fuck yeah!” Dex exclaimed.

Jasmine shifted behind Aria, pressing her petite frame against Aria’s back, her small hands sliding forward to cup Aria’s heavy tits. Jasmine’s smooth, petite fingers were kneading the plush flesh, pulling them tighter around Dex’s cock as he continued titty fucking her soft mounds.

“Nggh!” Aria moaned, arching into the touch as Dex’s cock slipped past her gag reflex, filling her throat with half of his length. Her eyes watered as his fat cockhead nudged her esophagus. Jasmine’s fingers pinched Aria’s stiff nipples roughly, sending shocks of pleasure straight to her dripping cunt. Dex groaned, gripping Aria’s hair tighter as her throat convulsed around him, the wet heat almost too much to bear.

Aria pulled back with a wet gasp, saliva dripping down her chin as she panted, “Fuck, I need your big white cock in my tight little pussy right now.” Dex didn’t need to hear that twice and hauled her up by the hips, Aria’s thick thighs wrapping around his waist as he lined up his swollen head with her slick entrance. Jasmine whimpered beside them, fingers plunging deeper into her own wetness as she watched Dex’s cock disappear inch by inch into Aria’s stretched cunt.

“O-oh, Jesus Christ!” Aria screamed, her arms wrapped around Dex’s muscular neck as he impaled her with his massive staff.

Dex gripped her plush hips tight, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pistoned his hips upwards, burying every inch of his monstrous cock deep into her clenching pussy. The slap of flesh echoed through my ear buds as Aria’s heavy tits bounced wildly with each powerful thrust.

Jasmine knelt beneath them, her delicate fingers spreading Aria’s swollen lips wider so she could crane her neck and drag her tongue along Dex’s swinging balls. Each time his hips snapped forward, she caught the heavy sac in her mouth, suckling gently before letting it slap back against her chin with a wet smack.

“Mmmm… T-take me to the bedroom,” Aria gasped between thrusts, her nails digging into Dex’s shoulders as he carried her effortlessly down the hallway, her legs still locked around his waist. Jasmine scurried after them, her petite fingers working furiously between her own thighs, moaning at the sight of Aria’s stretched pussy gripping Dex’s thick shaft with each bouncing step. The bedroom door slammed open as Dex threw Aria onto our king-sized bed, her plush ass jiggling as she landed.

I switched to the hidden camera above our antique armoire as my cock continued to drip onto the bathroom floor. Dex positioned himself behind Aria, gripping her hips and pulling her ass up while she arched her back, presenting herself like a bitch in heat. The first brutal thrust made her shriek as her pussy swallowed all 10 inches in one stroke. Jasmine climbed onto the bed behind Dex, pressing her petite frame against his muscular back as her fingers traced the sweat-slicked ridges of his abs before sliding between his legs to cup his heavy balls.

Jasmine gripped the thick base of Dex’s cock as he plunged again and again into Aria’s stretched cunt, her small fingers barely able to span the pulsing circumference. Each snap of Dex’s hips made Aria’s tits swing wildly beneath her, her nipples dragging across the silk sheets while Jasmine’s fingers worked in tandem to pull his cock back just enough to expose the swollen head before pushing him balls-deep again. The obscene queef of Aria’s well-used pussy filled my ear buds, mingling with Dex’s guttural growls as Jasmine’s free hand slipped between her own thighs, furiously rubbing her clit in time with their rhythm.

“Fuck-Fuck-Fuck-Yes!” Aria screamed, her voice hoarse as Dex’s thick cock slammed into her cervix with each downward thrust, her apple-bottom ass rippling against his hips. Jasmine’s small fingers suddenly grabbed Dex’s balls, squeezing just enough to make him groan and forcing him to slow his pace as she pressed her body against his back, her nipples hard against his sweat-slick skin. “Not yet,” she whispered breathlessly into his ear, her teeth grazing his lobe. “I want my turn.”

“Ohhh! I’m cumming!!” Aria screamed as her body locked up, her cunt clamping down on Dex’s thick cock in rhythmic spasms. Jasmine watched with hungry eyes as Aria’s full lips trembled, her chest heaving until Dex pulled out abruptly, his glistening shaft dripping with her juices. Jasmine seized her opportunity, crawling forward and pressing her petite frame against Dex’s chest while guiding his cock toward her untouched pussy. “Please,” she begged, grinding her hips against his swollen head, her tight entrance fluttering around just the tip.

Aria collapsed onto the bed with a delirious laugh, flipping onto her back and splaying her porcelain thighs wide with her stretched pussy still gaping, pink and glistening. Jasmine glanced back at her, biting her lip before diving between Aria’s legs, her small tongue flicking over Aria’s swollen bud while Dex pressed forward, filling Jasmine’s tight cunt slowly. Jasmine whimpered against Aria’s flesh, her tongue tracing rapid circles as Aria’s hands caressed her face, grinding her hips down against Jasmine’s mouth.

“Fuck you’re tight!” Dex said as his cock refused to push in any further. Four thick inches of his monstrous cock still jutted out from her petite frame, her tiny body unable to take more than six inches without pain. Aria watched, mesmerized, as Jasmine’s tight little cunt stretched around Dex’s girth, her pussy flaps gripping around the shaft.

Jasmine gasped against Aria’s clit, her fingers digging into the supple thighs bracketing her face as Dex started rocking into her with shallow thrusts. Every time he pulled back, Jasmine’s pussy clung desperately to his cock, her inner walls visibly molded around his shape before snapping back onto him. “S-so BIG!” Jasmine moaned.

Dex’s big hands grappled at Jasmine’s toned ass as he continued with his slow strokes, watching Jasmine’s cunt lips drag outwards on every retreat before gliding back in with each thrust.

“You like that small Asian pussy don’t you, Dex?” Aria purred, watching Jasmine’s tiny frame tremble with each shallow thrust. She reached down to spread Jasmine’s ass cheeks wider, exposing her tight pink hole twitching helplessly as Dex’s hips snapped forward. “Our tight yellow pussies are just made for white cocks!”

“Grrr! Yeah, I own your little yellow cunts! Your tiny dick men can’t compare with white cocks!” Dex growled as he started pounding Jasmine harder, gripping her slender hips tight enough to bruise. Aria moaned, watching Jasmine’s petite body jerk forward with every thrust, her small tits bouncing wildly while Dex’s thick cock stretched her tight hole.

“Aaaahhh! FUCK!” Jasmine screamed, “D-don’t stop! I’m-I’m close…”

“Fuck her!” Aria demanded as she gripped Jasmine’s ass cheeks wide open. “Destroy her yellow cunt with your big white cock, Master Dex!”

“Y-yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Give me your big white cock, M-master!” Jasmine grunted into my pillow. “That’s it! I’m gonna, I’m gonna…. Aaaaaahhhh!”

Jasmine’s body arched violently as she came, her tight little pussy clamping down on Dex’s thick cock in rhythmic spasms. “Fuck!” Dex groaned, pulling out abruptly, his cock covered in Jasmine’s cream.

“I’m not done with you,” Aria purred, flipping Jasmine onto her back and straddling her petite frame. Their sweat-slick bodies slid together, Aria’s full curves pressing into Jasmine’s lithe form as she positioned herself just above Jasmine’s face, her round ass facing.

Dex. Jasmine instinctively spread her legs wider, her thighs trembling as Aria’s heavy breasts brushed against her lips.

Dex watched hungrily as Aria lowered herself onto Jasmine’s mouth, their tongues tangling in a deep, sloppy kiss while their slick pussies rubbed together in slow, grinding circles. Jasmine’s moans vibrated against Aria’s lips as Dex’s thick cock nudged at Aria’s asshole, his fingers spreading her cheeks wide. The musky scent of their mixed arousal filled the air as Aria rocked her hips harder, grinding Jasmine’s clit against her own swollen folds.

Suddenly, the bathroom door flinging open made my heart skip a beat, followed by the sound of male shoes approaching. I panicked and lifted my feet off the ground as I could see a shadowy figure suspiciously bending over to check if anyone was in the stalls.

My body froze, and my breath stopped as my hand still clutched my phone, the animalistic sounds of fucking still playing in my earbud.

But the click of a neighbouring stall door opening, followed by the audible sound of a zipper and belt buckle, made my shoulders relax as I realized it was just another coworker taking a piss. My fingers tighten around my slick cock again as I refocus on the screen. Dex’s thick fingers were spreading Aria’s ass cheeks wide, his thumb circling her tight hole while Jasmine had now repositioned so her tongue could lap at Aria’s clit from below.

Strangely, while I expected to hear the sound of piss, all I heard from the other stall was the man whispering the word ‘fuck’ followed by the unmistakable sound of skin-on-skin friction. His breathing grew ragged, the sharp rhythm punctuated by the occasional groan, clearly imagining something far more interesting than spreadsheets.

“Fuck, she’s hot!”

My breath stopped. That was Baljinder’s voice, Priya’s IT boyfriend, whispering from the next stall.

“That’s it, baby… take that big white cock,” Bal continued. He was obviously jerking off to some porn on his phone. Except his ragged breathing synced perfectly with Jasmine’s whimpers on my screen. My pulse pounded when Bal unmuted his phone, and I realized he wasn’t watching porn. He was watching my video feed.

The sounds of Jasmine and my wife moaning under Dex’s thrusts were now playing simultaneously from Bal’s stall. He must have somehow gotten access to the video streaming on my phone.

“Fuck! He’s huge!” Bal murmured, “Why do I have to have this tiny dick?” The sound of quick and short strokes filled the stall as Baljinder jerked his baby dick, his breathing ragged as Aria’s cries grew louder on his phone. My screen showed Dex now kneeling behind Aria, his thick cock glistening as it slid effortlessly into her ass. At the same time, Jasmine whimpered beneath them, her small fingers working furiously at Aria’s clit. “Priya would love a big cock like that!” Bal admitted.

Through Bal’s phone and my earbud, I heard Aria scream. We both watched her back arching as Dex buried himself balls-deep in her asshole, her tight ring stretching tightly around his monstrous girth. In the video, Jasmine was mesmerized as Aria’s juicy ass cheeks rippled with each brutal thrust, her own fingers plunging into her tight pussy while she imagined what it must feel like to take him there. “Fuck me next!” Jasmine begged, her petite body trembling with need as Dex growled and reached down to grip her hair, pulling her face toward Aria’s dripping cunt.

“Holy fuck!” Dex exclaimed, “I’ve never had a chink take my whole cock up their ass!” Aria’s eyes rolled back as her stretched hole milked every inch of his throbbing shaft, her fat ass jiggling against his hips while Jasmine frantically licked her clit.

As I watched my wife being ass-fucked by this handsome white man, it dawned on me that Bal might use this video as blackmail against me. I stealthily exited my stall without making a noise. Bal was too engrossed in watching my wife’s asshole yield to such a monster cock to notice. Then, using the split-screen mode on my phone, I opened my camera and readied it for what was next.

I could hear Bal’s ragged breathing from behind the stall door synced perfectly with Dex’s grunts, both men panting as Aria’s moans crescendoed into screams of pleasure. “Fuck, yeah!” Bal grunted just as I yanked his stall door open.

Bal spun around with a shocked gasp, his dark eyes widening behind his thick glasses as he took in my presence. His pants were pooled around his ankles, his dark, hairy thighs trembling where he stood hunched over, one hand gripping his phone displaying Aria’s stretched asshole taking every inch of Dex, the other still clutching his small, brown micropenis, dripping cum on the floor.

“What the f-” Bal exclaimed as I snapped away at his exposed state. His phone clattered to the floor, still playing Aria’s ecstatic moans as Dex rearranged her insides. “Delete that!” he hissed, face flushing dark red as he fumbled to cover himself.

“You want to tell me how you’re watching my private feed?” I kept my voice low, angling my phone to capture Bal’s panicked expression.

“S-Scott, hold on… This is your feed? So this is your wife? Bal’s trembling fingers pointed at the screen where Dex’s cock pistoned into Aria’s gaping asshole, her moans echoing through the stall.

“Your phone’s connected to the network,” he explained as he pulled his pants up, “I can see all internet traffic and was looking into why the bandwidth spiked when I came across the video. I-I just thought someone from the C-Suite was streaming some porn.”

“But now I see that it was you watching your wife getting railed in the ass,” Bal realized, his eyes drifting down to my groin.

I looked down and realized my cock, still hard and glistening with precum, was poking out of my zipper and pointing straight at Bal in an accusatory state.

Bal’s smirk returned as he wiped his sweaty brow with his sleeve, his eyes lingering on my exposed erection. “Looks like we’re both enjoying the show,” he taunted, gesturing at my throbbing cock still dripping onto my pants. I tucked in and zipped up as Bal straightened his glasses.

“Does Priya know what you’re packing?” I asked coolly, watching his smirk falter as I zoomed into a picture of his little dick on my phone. Bal picked up his phone, his dark eyes darting between my face and the phone in his hand, both of us knowing exactly what I had captured.

“N-no,” Bal’s face twisted in panic as I tapped my phone against my palm. “We’ve never done it yet… She just let me play with her titties a bit.”

“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen,” I said, stepping closer until Bal’s back hit the stall wall. “You’re going to forget you ever saw this feed, and in return, I won’t forward these photos to Priya.” Bal swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as Dex’s grunts and Aria’s screams continued echoing from his phone.

“Done!” Bal agreed as he tapped his phone and closed out the video feed. “It’s all gone! And I’ll help you set up a VPN so your video is secure in the future. Just don’t show Priya those pictures! Please!”

“You know, she’s going to find out eventually that you’ve got a micropenis…”

Bal flinched as I flicked through the photos on my phone, zooming in on his pathetic erection, barely two inches and as skinny as a crayon. The fluorescent bathroom lights highlighted the sweat beading on his forehead.

“A woman as beautiful as Priya deserves a real cock,” I murmured, watching Bal’s face crumple. “But maybe we can help each other…” I said as I put my hand on his shoulder, “Just not now.”

“Okay, whatever you say,” Bal muttered nervously, wiping his palms on his slacks.

I exited the bathroom and made my way to the parking garage. In my car, I opened my phone, but no one was in any of the camera feeds, just an empty bedroom with rumpled sheets, a discarded silver pendant glinting on the nightstand. I cycled through the camera feeds and couldn’t find anyone.

I pulled out my phone and called Aria, my fingers drumming on the steering wheel. It rang and rang until her voicemail picked up. Jasmine’s phone went straight to voicemail as well.

My mind raced through worst-case scenarios: maybe Dex had drugged them and stuffed them into his trunk, or perhaps Aria had finally decided to leave me for a man who could actually satisfy her. I booked off the rest of the day on my work calendar and sped home. I didn’t live too far away. If only I hadn’t had that run-in with Bal, I thought to myself, I would have seen what happened to them.

As I pulled into our driveway, I saw Dex’s BMW still parked in front of our place. I rushed through the front door and noticed their clothes still strung haphazardly through the house. I made my way to our bedroom and froze at the sight before me… Aria lay sprawled across the bed, her voluptuous body glistening with sweat, while Jasmine nestled against her, both fast asleep. Besides them was Dex, his muscular frame curled around Aria’s plush curves, his massive cock still semi-hard against her thigh.

My wife stirred as I stepped closer, her heavy-lidded eyes meeting mine with sleepy satisfaction. “Scott…” she murmured huskily, stretching her arms above her head, her swollen nipples peeking through tangled hair. Jasmine mumbled something unintelligible and nuzzled deeper into Aria’s neck, her small fingers gripping possessively at Aria’s breast. Dex groaned and shifted, his thick forearm draping heavily across both women’s waists, marking his claim.

“I’m glad you’re back. We’ve got some presents for you,” Aria said as she stretched her legs, revealing the wet bead of white cum leaking from her used pussy. Jasmine giggled sleepily as her eyes opened to greet me before copying Aria’s pose and showing me her cum-filled slit.

“Where were you? I didn’t see you in the-”

Aria cut me off, “In your hidden security cameras?”

The silence stretched like a taut wire as Jasmine sat up, her petite body still glazed with sweat and Dex’s drying seed. Dex stirred awake, his heavy-lidded eyes locking onto mine with a lazy smirk as he rolled onto his back, letting his monstrous cock flop against his thigh.

“Y-you knew?” I asked nervously.

“Of course, she knew. Why do you think Aria and I planned this whole thing?” Jasmine said as she got up and pulled me closer to the bed, quickly undoing my clothes.

“But where did you go? I didn’t see you in the camera feeds, so I thought something happened-”

“Oh, we were just in the shower together, Honey.” Aria explained, “We were helping Dex here clean up his cock after he fucked my ass. He wanted to cum in our pussies, so we had to make sure he was really cleaned up.”

“Both of you?”

Aria grabbed Dex’s semi-hard cock and wiggled it in the air like a flagpole. “There was a lot to wash,” Aria giggled.

“And now it’s time you pay the price for secretly watching us…” Aria said as both she and Jasmine parted their legs for me. “I hope you’re hungry!”

I hesitated briefly, only long enough to look at Dex’s huge cock and think about how he filled both of their holes with his potent seed. Their thighs were caked with his dried seed, but once I started lapping at their cunts, the cum he deposited deep in their pussies started to flow out, all thick and sticky and warm.

Jasmine grabbed my hair and shoved my face deeper into her slit, her small frame trembling as my tongue probed her tight little hole. “Lick it all out!” she demanded, grinding her hips against my mouth while Aria moaned beside her, fingers spreading her own plump lips wide.

Dex chuckled from the edge of the bed, lazily stroking his thickening cock as he watched me slurp his cum from their well-used pussies. The salty-sweet taste flooded my tongue, mixed with Jasmine’s arousal as her thighs clamped around my ears. “Good cuck,” Aria purred, arching her back to smear more of Dex’s seed across my lips.

I moved to Aria next, my tongue delving deep into her swollen folds, the musky scent of their marathon session overwhelming my senses. Her fingers twisted in my hair, forcing my face harder against her as her hips bucked. “Clean me properly,” she demanded, her voice thick with pleasure, “Lick every drop of his cum out of your wife’s pussy like a good husband.”

“I’ve missed this…” Jasmine said as she kissed Aria and then me before bending over Dex’s growing manhood to take him in her mouth. Dex groaned, watching my tongue flicker over Aria’s ruined pussy while Jasmine bobbed her head on his cock. Aria’s thighs squeezed tighter around my head, her moans rising as my tongue traced circles around her clit, tasting the mix of her arousal and Dex’s cum.

“Welcome back, darling,” Aria murmured, “Ready for round two?”

Jasmine climbed onto the bed beside us, her petite fingers wrapping around Dex’s cock as she guided it toward Aria’s still-gaping asshole, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief as Aria moaned in anticipation. I watched helplessly as Dex’s thick cock head pressed against my wife’s puckered rim, her body arching to take him deeper while my tongue still lapped at her dripping pussy.

I wondered what Aria and my wife would say or do to me once I told them my co-worker watched them getting fucked by a monster white cock through my ‘secret’ cameras.

*****

Part 11…

“Morning, Honey.” Aria’s voice was soft but carried an edge as she rolled onto her side, her fingers tracing idle circles on my caged cock. The cold metal pressed painfully against my skin, a constant reminder of last night’s events. Her dark eyes studied me. “Sleep well?”

I smiled at my wife as memories of eating Dex’s thick creampies out of both her and Jasmine’s well-used pussies flooded my thoughts. And even though Aria locked me up last night to punish me for my not-so-secret camera voyeurism, it was a good night.

“Sorry your little guy didn’t get to play last night,” Aria teased, her fingers giving my cage a playful tug that sent an electric jolt through my trapped cock. Morning sunlight caught the thin line of my precum still drying on the bottom of my cage.

“Let’s fix that.” With a click, the cold steel released me, my flushed flesh springing free, twitching against my balls. Aria’s warm fingers wrapped around me, her thumb swirling the bead of fresh wetness at my tip.

“Did you learn your lesson for trying to keep secrets from me?” Aria asked, her grip tightening just enough to make me gasp.

“Y-yes,” I nodded, “I’m sorry-”

Aria cut me off as she let go of my cock, “That’s okay, Darling because I actually have to tell you about a secret I’ve been keeping from you as well…”

My heart pounded as curiosity and dread filled my mind.

“You know how all of our, um, playing around started with bringing home J a few years ago?” J actually turned out to be Jasmine’s boyfriend at the time, and the first man Aria fucked while we were married – or so I thought.

“He wasn’t really the first time I had another man in me,” Aria confessed as her face dropped down, unable to look me in my eyes. “There was another guy a few years before J.”

“What?!” I shot back. I’m not sure why I was so surprised, considering we had been role-playing hot-wife scenarios for a long time.

“Scott, I’m sorry for keeping this from you… It meant nothing.” Aria sighed, her fingers tracing the curve of my thigh as I sat frozen on the bed.

“Who was it?”

“Just some guy at the gym. I didn’t mean to cheat on you,” Aria sobbed into my shoulder, “I know I’ve fucked a lot of guys since J, but I feel so bad that I’ve kept this secret from you for so long…”

Thoughts of all of those other hung men that I’ve encouraged my wife to fuck since J filled my thoughts, and my cock, as I could feel the blood engorging in my penis.

Aria must have noticed as she reached for my erection and looked up at me as she coyly asked, “Did you want me to tell you about it?”

“Tell me everything,” I replied, my fingers tangling in her hair as I pulled her closer. The scent of Jasmine’s and Dex’s sex still lingered on her skin.

“He was a trainer at the gym,” Aria started as she slowly teased my cock with her hand, “I had noticed he was checking me out for a few weeks… You know, when I’d squat with the kettlebell.” She bit her lip as her fingers tightened slightly. “One afternoon, he came up behind me while I was bent over adjusting the weights and said he liked my form…”

My mind raced as I imagined Aria in her tight workout leggings, ass high in the air while some stranger eyed her like prey. “Did he touch you?” I growled, my cock twitching in her grip.

“No, nothing like that!” Aria laughed, but the way her fingers slowed their strokes told me she was holding back. “Not that day, anyway.” Her thumb swiped over my leaking tip, spreading precum down my shaft.

“We’d just talk about workout stuff and regular life stuff… he asked me if I was seeing anyone and I told him I was married.”

“So he knew you were married? I asked.

“Yeah,” Aria responded as she cupped my balls, “Are you sure you want to hear this, Honey? I don’t know if these blue balls of yours can take it.”

I groaned, grinding my hips into her palm, “Keep going.”

“Well, one evening when the gym was practically empty, he asked me to spot him while he was benching,” Aria murmured as her fingers traced slow circles along my shaft. “He was doing some reps when I noticed he was staring at my chest as I was standing above him. That’s when I saw the tree trunk growing in his shorts!”

My cock pulsed hard as Aria continued.

“I couldn’t believe how big he was, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his growing tent,” Aria said.

“He must have realized I noticed because he lost his grip and I was too distracted from his bulge that the barbell fell on his chest,” Aria admitted with a nervous giggle, her fingers still working my cock in slow strokes.

“I had to use all my strength to pull the weight off him, and I was apologizing like crazy and feeling his chest to see if he hurt it…” Aria said, her hand stopping mid-stroke.

“I remember thinking his chest was so muscular and I didn’t even notice my fingers were still grazing up and down his pecs…” Aria continued as her fingers started stroking me again. “Then he told me that if I kept doing that, his shorts would rip right off. He was right, too, because I looked at his groin, and his shorts were tented up so much that they were pulling away from his body. I could have sworn I saw the tip of his cock poking up past his shorts!”

Aria released my hard little pecker and used her hands to show me how big it must have looked, “It came up to at least here,” Aria motioned with her hands, clearly showing me how much bigger this guy’s cock was compared to mine. A little dribble of precum oozed out of my slit when she did that.

“Anyways, he apologized and said he couldn’t help it because I looked so hot, and he admitted to trying to flirt with me. But seeing as how I couldn’t take my eyes off his package, he asked if I wanted to see it.”

“Did you?”

“I didn’t say anything. But he whipped off his shorts before I could respond…”

“Was he big?”

“Fuck! He was huge!” Aria gasped, her fingers unconsciously squeezing around my cock as if comparing. “I mean, he wasn’t as thick as Dex, but it was the biggest cock I’ve seen in person at that point. Still way more than twice the size of this little guy.” She gave my penis a teasing wiggle before giving the tip a little kiss.

“You know I still love your little teeny weenie, right?”

“He asked if he was bigger than my husband, but he already knew the answer by my expression…”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him he was much bigger than my husband,” Aria whispered as she smiled at me and her fingers traced the veins on my straining cock. “Then he asked if I’d ever been properly fucked by a real man.” Her teeth grazed my earlobe as she chuckled darkly. “I couldn’t lie…not when his cock was already leaking precum onto the bench press pad.”

“T-then what?” I asked as my body shivered in her touch.

“I wasn’t going to do anything!” Aria said as she swatted my chest. “I’ve never cheated on you before,”

“But,” I pried.

“But, I’ve never seen such a beautiful cock in person before,” Aria said as she massaged my balls, “It was so smooth and veiny, throbbing against his stomach.” Her fingernails scraped lightly up my shaft, making me twitch. “He just…stroked it slowly while watching me bite my lip. Then he asked if I wanted to touch it.”

My cock pulsed in her hand, betraying my conflicted arousal. Aria smirked, recognizing the familiar tension between jealousy and excitement that had fueled our cuckold dynamic for years. “I hesitated,” she continued, “but then he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand toward him.”

The memory flickered behind her eyes as her fingers tightened around me. “His skin was so hot,” she murmured, her thumb swiping across my leaking tip. “Thick veins pulsed under my fingers when I wrapped my hand around him. I couldn’t even close my fist.”

“Nghh!” I moaned with the thought of my wife cuckolding me before I had even known, her fingers mimicking the strokes she’d given that stranger as my cock throbbed helplessly in her grip.

“Not yet,” Aria scolded as her fingers pinched under my cock head to stem my impending orgasm.

I gasped at the sudden pressure, my hips jerking involuntarily. She laughed and resumed stroking me with agonizing slowness. “He tasted my fingers first,” she continued, voice husky. “Said he wanted to feel a married woman’s touch.”

My breath gasped as she sped up her hand, twisting on the upstroke the way she knew drove me wild. “His hips bucked into my fist,” she whispered, lips brushing my ear. “Told me he could tell I’d been missing out. Asked if I wanted to ride him right there on the bench press.” Her fingernails dug into my thigh.

“I peeled off my workout clothes before I could think,” Aria confessed, her grip tightening around my cock as she relived the memory. “He spread my thighs and rubbed his tip along my slit. I felt so wet.” A drop of precum dripped onto her wrist as she stroked me faster. “I came the second he pushed inside. I never came so fast and so hard before…”

The look on my face must have been priceless because Aria giggled and licked her lips, her fingers never stopping their torment. “I rode him so hard the bench squeaked,” she breathed, her other hand cupping her straining balls. “He kept asking me if I was his ‘little Asian whore’ while he stretched me open.”

“Were you?” I groaned, my hips bucking into her fist as shame and arousal twisted together in my gut. Aria’s dark eyes gleamed as she leaned in. “Mmm, I might’ve said yes,” she murmured. “Especially when he flipped me onto my back and fucked me missionary. Said he wanted to watch my tits bounce while he fuckedmy married pussy raw.” Her hand twisted sharply around my cockhead, wringing another bead of precum from me.

“He made me beg for his cum,” Aria whispered, her fingers tightening around my shaft as she pumped faster. “Told me he’d only fill me up if I admitted his cock felt better than yours.” Her teeth grazed my neck, sending a jolt through my body. “I came again when he slammed all the way in and growled, ‘Take it, take my big white cock!'”

I moaned as Aria’s fingers pumped me harder.

“I wanted to feel his big cock filling me with cum, so I gave in…” Aria admitted, knowing that this would send me past the point of no return, “I told him to fuck me with his big white cock, to fill me up like my tiny-dick husband never could…”

“Ugghh!” I moaned, feeling my cock about to burst.

“He came so hard inside me, I could feel the jets of cum spewing inside me,” Aria gasped, her fingers stroking me furiously until I finally released, fountains of cum erupting from my little pecker and splashing across my stomach.

Aria smiled as she watched the cum leak down my shaft, her fingers continuing to milk me until the last drops of my cum subsided and her mouth enveloped my dick.

“Mmmm…” She groaned as she licked her fingers clean and swallowed. “You came harder than he did,” she teased, smirking at the mess I’d made. “Guess that means you liked my confession.”

All I could do was grunt as my body collapsed on the bed.

“But no more keeping secrets between us,” Aria added as she started to get up to go to the bathroom, “It’s just a good thing no one else saw that video from your hidden cameras.”

My heart sank as I had forgotten all about Bal, the IT guy at work, who saw the whole feed of Aria and Jasmine fucking Dex. Then, as I watched Aria’s curvy ass sashaying towards the bathroom, something else clicked in my mind.

“Don’t you still go to that gym?”

Aria’s bare feet stopped in her tracks as she turned her head to me and flashed me a knowing smile before silently mouthing to me, “It’s so big!” while using her hands to gesture his cock size and then disappearing into the bathroom.

 

To Be Continued…?

 

 

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