Her New Tattoo
By belted and teased.
He had been trying to wait up for his wife, the love of his life, Katrina.
When she came in, it was very late. She regarded him for a moment, dozing peacefully. Damn she loved him. She thought about how lucky she was to have a soulmate. Many of her girlfriends were not so fortunate. Her husband was tall, built like a bull, kind, and intelligent.
She picked up the book lying on his chest and set it aside. The cerebral nature of what he was reading reaffirmed her thoughts about his intellect.
The couch was against the wall, so she knew it would not tip over. She pulled her panties down from under the sundress she wore and dropped them on the floor. Then, as gently as she could, she stepped up, straddling him with her feet on the couch.
Quickly, before he could wake up, she knelt, dropping her sex onto his face.
That woke him up. Having his face in her crotch was his favorite place, and she knew it. He responded almost immediately, if groggily, tracing her shaved labia with his tongue lovingly.
Dave could smell the aroma of sex and could taste the hint of it. He noted that her nether lips, normally taut, were distended. He knew what was about to happen when she pressed the flat of her hand against her flat tummy.
He covered her entire mons with his mouth as a voluminous flow of milky fluid flowed out of her and into him. Good grief, he thought. Between the wrecked condition of her womanhood and the amount of cum he was having to swallow, she must have found a real monster tonight.
He wanted to hear all about it, but first things first. Ladies cum first. Always. When the flow had ebbed, he began lashing her clit, gently out of respect for her tenderness, until she clutched his hair in her hands, moaned passionately, pressed herself more tightly against his face, and covered it with her orgasmic release.
She groaned, “Gawd, I love you.”
“I owe you, too.” Muffled, but she understood.
He gently kissed the inside of her thighs, her nether lips, the space above her womanhood, until she was ready again. Then he bathed her bud softly with the flat of his tongue, then lashed it with a pointed tongue, then back again. He continued alternating as another orgasm approached.
Now his big hands grasped one of her bodacious butt cheeks, helping to support her on his face.
Since he drew it out, taking his time building her up, her orgasms were more violent this time, more prolonged. Now she was fucking his face. What little semen had still been within her was washed and expelled by the completeness of her orgasms.
After this, she tapped his arm to let him know she was finished.
Again, he thought, she must have really gotten it good tonight. Normally she wanted at least to have a dozen of his cunnilingus cums.
She lay on the couch facing him, resting her head on his naked thigh.
As she reached for his incredibly turgid cock, he spoke, “Wow, it must’ve been really good this time?”
She fondled him lackadaisically, “How could you tell?
It took him a moment to respond. He was lost in the pleasure of her touch, “Not being mean, but he tore your snatch UP, and either he did you more than once, or he came a gallon. Was he big?”
She smiled groggily. The fantastic fucking and the beautiful cunnilingus had her spent, and she was struggling to keep her eyes open, “Biggest I ever saw… he was huge, and perfectly shaped. He was really nice, too…”
“Are you… ung… gonna see this one again?”
Her hand fell away. She was out like a light. He sighed, his penis head flaring as if wondering where she went. Dave pulled a blanket from the back of the couch to cover her. Then he picked up his book as a distraction until his dick would allow him to sleep.
He awakened to the aroma of frying bacon and brewing coffee. Two of his favorite things. It’s not that she did not normally cook for him, but after she got laid, he could depend upon some pampering for a while.
He got up and walked quietly into the kitchen. She had her back to him at the stove. She was nude now, also. He watched the way her beautiful ass moved with appreciation. He noticed there were large handprints on both cheeks where someone, not him, had gripped her tightly while fucking her.
When she sensed his presence and turned to smile at him, he saw the deep purple hickies on her breasts and throat.
His cock was hard as steel again.
Her voice was sweet, “Aww, widdle Davey is happy to see me, isn’t he?”
She loved him dearly and could never do anything to really hurt him. But she had learned long ago, when they had first begun dating, that he LIKED to be humiliated. When she had made some innocently sarcastic remark at his expense, he would blush furiously… but his dick would get hard, and his breath would become ragged.
If they were making love, he would ask if he was pleasing her. If she said yes, trying to boost his ego, there was no change. He kept asking, and one night on a whim, frustrated with the questions, she had spouted off, “Well, it’d be better if you knew how to fuck.”
She had been surprised when he had cum immediately, even sooner than his usual two minutes. She loved him so much that his inability to make her cum with his dick was something she could live with. She would have accepted it anyway… but the fact that he absolutely loved eating her out, and always made her cum that way, was an incredible plus. She had been shocked the first time he had dropped down and licked her to orgasm after filling her with his sloppy jizz. He refused to let her go unsatisfied. She knew how lucky he was.
As she placed his breakfast in front of him, she reflected. His being a cuckold was his fault. It had been his idea.
She wanted to drop to her knees and take his manhood in her mouth… she wanted to blow him while he ate to thank him for how much he loved her.
But she resisted. She had learned that after she had gotten laid, he had an innate desire to be punished. He wanted her to deny him any relief because she’d had to go outside their marriage to get fucked properly. So, she would wait. In a week or so, she would either go down on him or mount him and ride him to an all-too-quick orgasm. Then feed it to him.
For that week, he would be insatiable. Every opportunity he got, anytime she would let him, he would devour her til SHE came.
And she could be safe in the knowledge that he was not masturbating to get relief. He did not want relief, no matter how much he NEEDED it… he wanted to be punished for his sexual ineptitude.
It had been after a failed intercourse session that he had fallen beside her and groaned, “We need to talk… I cannot do this anymore.”
Tears had welled up in her eyes. She was incredibly frustrated… to top off her sacrifice of her own sexual needs, he was going to leave her??
“D-do what?”
He had spoken in a whisper, “I cannot keep letting you do without for my sake. Damnit, you are a young woman, Kat. You deserve to be made love to properly, and I obviously cannot do it. I love you and will always be here for you. But you deserve better.”
He struggled to explain, but in the end, he gave her a hall pass. A permanent hall pass, as long as she came home to him, and made him hear every detail as punishment.
It had taken a long time, and many conversations, for her to understand that he really, honestly wanted this for HER. That he wanted her to experience what he could not do, and he would not leave.
The first time she had gone out with the girls and let herself be “picked up” clandestinely and fucked silly by a guy with stamina, she had felt incredible guilt. And she always would, every time. But it was assuaged by the response of her loving husband. He never got mad… he was obviously humiliated, but also obviously elated that she had “gotten what she deserved”… and he was getting what he deserved for not being equal to the task.
She eventually stopped trying to soothe his self-flagellation over it, realizing that was just part of it for him. He was not depressed or beating himself up… he liked the humiliation. And he truly wanted her to be happy and satisfied.
So it was that as he ate his breakfast, she sat across from him so that he could see her well fucked body, and described in intimate detail all that Aiden had done to her… repeatedly and for a long time each time. How incredible it had felt to be filled beyond what she had believed possible, and how often he had made her cum. How he had never subjugated himself to licking her pussy… he didn’t have to, because he gave her multiple orgasms with his huge, long-lasting, man-sized cock.
She was not being hateful or cruel, at least not intentionally. It was as if she were sharing the experience with a trusted girlfriend.
But it was her husband. And his incredibly turgid dick was leaking a pool of pre-cum on the seat beneath him.
By the time she had finished telling the story, reliving it, she was horny too. When she and Dave had first gotten together, she would never have dreamed of being selfish. But he had worn her down over time and made her understand she deserved pampering and should feel free to “take hers” while denying him.
So, when she backed her chair away from the table, scooted her butt forward, spread her legs and pointed downward with one regal finger, he did not hesitate. He was on his knees, enjoying his favorite dessert and giving her several orgasms.
Later that night, as they lay in bed, it occurred to him to ask again, “So, do you plan to see this one again?”
Since that first time, throughout a couple of years, she had bedded maybe ten different guys, but never more than once. From her condition when she came home, and her demeanor, he suspected that might change.
She blushed, “I had not given it serious thought, but now that you mention it, would it bother you if I did?”
He snuggled her in close, “I don’t think so. I would be okay with it.” What he did not say was that he would be okay with it because it was safer for her.
She kissed him, suddenly a little giddy, “Goody. He really does seem like a nice guy; I think you would like him. And, well, the rest is obvious.”
Katrina ambushed him the following Saturday morning. Waking before him, she mounted his morning wood and waited until he was fully awake. When he was, she began gyrating upon him slowly, trying to make it last as long as possible for him. She had no illusion that he would get her off. Her skills managed three minutes before her beloved husband groaned in orgasmic agony and filled her with his hot cum.
She stayed in place to allow him to savor the sensations. He knew the rules. He had made them. She swung around and planted her sloppy womanhood on his mouth. He was required to clean himself out of her and then make her cum at least twice. She knew it was humiliating for him, and that was part of why he liked it. Not that he ever minded her pussy on his face.
What she demanded occasionally, she did now. She took his manhood in HER mouth and gently brought him back to tumescence. Due to his lack of stamina and his near continuous state of arousal, she would make him cum twice more before she was sated herself.
There seemed to be a natural progression in the months to come. At first, Katrina kept going out to the bar with her friends, but met up with Aiden after. After Aiden fucked her silly, she always returned home to her husband, sharing the story and the proceeds.
Then she was going out with her friends less often and going to see Aiden more frequently. Then, always home to Dave.
Of course, it occurred to Dave that he may be losing her to this other man. Struggling with it, he gave it a lot of thought. In the end, he chose her happiness over his own… if he lost her, so be it. Besides, she no longer had to vet random guys at bars, which always made him nervous. Everything she shared about Aiden indicated he was not only a great lover, but he was also a good guy. Safe.
Then one night after she had fed her husband the other man’s leavings, she fell next to him in bed and casually stroked his turgid phallus.
She worked up the courage, “Can I ask you something? Can we talk?”
Dave figured this was THE talk. He stammered, “Of course, I understand.”
She didn’t like the sound of that, “You understand WHAT?”
There was silence for quite a while. “I cannot hold a candle to him. I figured this was coming, and I just want you to be happy. I won’t fight the divorce.”
She suddenly gripped his cock in a death grip. Not quite angry, but aghast, “You get that the FUCK outta your head right fucking now. I ain’t fucking leaving you!”
He squirmed under the pain of her grip. He couldn’t say he did not like it. “Thank God. Wh-what do you want to talk about then?”
She released his member, “Sorry, I hope I didn’t hurt him.”
Dave turned red, “For future reference… he liked it.”
She shook her head and smiled, “I love you; ya perv.”
She sat up, sitting Indian style next to him so she could look him in the eyes. She was not submissive, but lacked the confidence she normally displayed, “I, um… I want you to meet him, maybe have dinner to get to know each other…”
He was a little perplexed, but not averse to the idea, “Okay. Can I ask why?”
It took her a moment to formulate her answer, even though it had been on her mind for a while. “Well, first, let me tell you some stuff. One is that I have gotten really tired of the bar scene. I don’t want to do that anymore; I don’t want to ‘date’ like that.”
“Okay, I can understand that. I would feel the same way.”
She touched his arm to increase their connection, “At the same time… you were right. I cannot go back to not having good dick…”
She stopped when he flushed with embarrassment, but then continued, “With penetrative sex type orgasms. You have always taken care of me. But you WERE right.”
He laughed lightly, “Thank you for explaining, but you could have left it at good dick. You know I like it when you’re honest and a little heartless about it.”
She grew more confident with that, “Okay, I need the incredible fucking Aiden gives me, that you obviously can’t.”
She watched his cock pulse, even though he turned beet red.
“But at the same time… I miss YOU every time I am over there. I miss you terribly. So, I was hoping if ya’ll hit it off, maybe he could start coming here when we get together. Do you think that is possible?”
He pulled her to him. That had made him feel very loved. “Well, let’s find out.”
They agreed that she would invite Aiden over the next weekend for dinner. Dave would grill some steaks, and they could sit on the deck by the pool and chat. It was Katrina’s idea to establish up front that there would be no sex that day. It should only be about getting to know each other.
Aiden, of course, had known she was married; she never hid the fact. She had told him that her husband had given her a hall pass and was fully aware of their tryst. He was still nervous about meeting her hubby, making the question of whether she had been completely honest about his consent to another man fucking his wife much more real.
When the doorbell rang, Katrina was in the kitchen prepping the food for the grill. Without thinking, she hollered, “Babe, will you get the door?”
Dave swung the door open and immediately saw the panic in their visitor’s eyes.
Aiden wanted to turn and run. Kat had told him her husband was a big guy. But considering the fact that the man could not please his wife, and was willingly being cuckolded, he was expecting someone, maybe taller, but out of shape and a doofus. What loomed over him was at least half a foot taller, muscle-bound, very fit, with intellect in his eyes. Certainly not a fool. This guy could easily break his 5’8″, medium build frame in half.
Dave intuited all of those thoughts and extended his huge hand for a handshake. “Hello, I’m Dave. Welcome. Katrina is in the kitchen. Come on in.”
Aiden walked in, wondering if the big man was going to cave his skull in from behind. He did not do so. When he saw Kat smiling at them both, he relaxed a bit. Maybe he would not die tonight.
They shared a beer or two as Dave grilled their dinner. Dave came to believe Aiden was not an obnoxious prick, and Aiden realized Dave was not a homicidally jealous husband.
Their discussions revealed that they had similar interests… history, travel, golf… and Katrina. They actually liked each other.
In the next few weeks, Dave and Aiden texted jokes back and forth, got together for lunch or a round of golf, and they were becoming fast friends.
So, it was not long until Katrina was planning an evening at Aiden’s apartment, and it was Dave who said, “I think we are past that now, aren’t we? You may as well just invite him over here. We have the guest room. That way neither of you has to get up and drive home in the middle of the night.”
She was giddy, “Are you sure? Now I’m as concerned about messing up ya’ll’s friendship as messing with mine with him…”
He held her close, “Not saying I’m not a little discombobulated about ya’ll being in the next room, but yes, I am sure. It’s kind of exciting.”
She fondled his erection. “I can see that!”
The “date” was set for the following Friday evening. It was a strange dynamic, but it worked for our trio. Katrina finished cooking dinner while her men watched a game, drank a beer, and chatted.
After dinner, they all watched an action movie. Katrina insisted that they all sit on a couch, where she sat in the middle. She alternated cuddling with both of the men, casually caressing them both. They returned the favor, but she resisted too personal a touch. For now, she did not want it to seem like a threesome. She was not sure she would ever get to that point.
After the movie, she took both their hands and dragged them to their bedrooms. In the guest room, she kissed Aiden, saying, “I’ll be back… be ready, baby.”
Then she returned to her husband and dragged him into the master bedroom. She kissed him also as she was pulling his clothes off. Then she disrobed completely.
She pushed him forcefully onto his back on the bed, then quickly climbed onto his face.
She was already soaked with her arousal, but Dave took his time, nuzzling her labia, delving his tongue deeply into her, then sucking her swollen clit into his mouth where he tongue lashed it.
He placed his hands on both her swaying breasts and caressed them, flicking her erect nipples.
Before long, she was thrusting her sex onto his face and crying out as her orgasm coursed through her.
Dave’s cock was hard as granite and flexing needily. He loved feeling, hearing, sensing, and tasting her orgasms. Nothing turned him on more.
She caught her breath. Looking down into his eyes from between her breasts, she toyed with his hair, “You are so good to me, my love. I absolutely love you giving me a good orgasm on your tongue before fucking. Thank you.”
Then she was gone. Up off the bed and walked out of the room without looking back. He watched her magnificent ass swaying back and forth, and a dollop of pre-cum leaked from his straining shaft. The conflict of feelings was immense.
Katrina had to work to make leaving him seem easy. She did not look back because he would have seen the doubt in her eyes. She knew him well enough to know that the humiliation of his wife being so eager for another man was a huge turn-on for him.
When she entered the guest bedroom and saw Aiden laying there with that big, beautiful cock waiting for her, the doubt disappeared. The guilt took a back seat.
And she took a seat on him. Not on his face. She lined that gorgeous pussy wrecker up to her entrance and slowly sank upon it.
Dave heard her groan, “Oh, gawd… I love this thing inside me…”
Dave could hear the bed in the other room squeaking, and he could hear the sounds of vigorous lovemaking, bodies smacking together, the squishy sounds of fluids, the moans, groans, and giggles of ecstasy.
And it was not for his usual two to three minutes, either. It seemed to go on forever. There were several times his hand went instinctively to his turgid member, then he would remind himself he had promised himself he would NOT masturbate. Not just tonight, but anytime she was getting real dick. It was a self-imposed punishment for not being good enough.
But it wasn’t easy. His little trooper was very hard. He had not considered how much “harder” it would be actually to be present and hear how he had been right; she could get so much better than what he could do, and she deserved it. Now he really felt like a pervert. Now that he knew, he wanted to watch. He could imagine her beautiful butt slapping against Aiden’s thighs, her breasts swaying. Since he had seen the bruises before, he imagined them kissing and sucking hickies onto each other, and Aiden’s hands gripping her tightly.
He heard her screams as she came, long and hard. Damn, he wished he could do that for her.
After a few minutes of her orgasms and then catching her breath, he heard her speak huskily. “Damnit, I am one lucky girl. I’ve got you and your wonder dick, and a husband who loves me enough to let me have it.”
She raised her voice to make sure he could hear, “Thank you, Davey! I love you!”
He replied that he loved her too. Then he heard them shifting on the bed. He imagined them moving into the missionary position as Katrina rasped, “Oh, fuck yeah, give it to me, baby… harder…. HARDER…”
Again, it seemed like forever. Dave guessed that in the brief moments while Katrina was recovering, Aiden had calmed. He knew he would have lost it long ago. She had never called him Davey publicly before… like he was insignificant… his dick throbbed, and he almost nutted without touching it. He thought, WTF is wrong with me.
Dave listened to the wet squack, squack sounds of their lovemaking and to Katrina’s moans, sighs, mewling, and several times her tantric screams as she reached orgasm.
Finally, at long last, he heard Aiden roar out in release, and heard Katrina crying, “Yes! Give it to me… fill me the fuck up!”
He was glad it was finally over. Not due to the jealousy he felt, which was overwhelmed by happiness for Katrina and the arousal from his denial. No, it was just that he did not know if he could take any more without jacking himself off. He was so fucking hard. He needed to cum.
And then, he heard them shifting on the bed, and the sounds of lovemaking continued. He imagined it, but could not know, that Aiden was taking his wife from behind now. The motherfucker had never even lost his erection.
In the other room, Aiden was practically standing on the bed, driving his girth down across Katrina’s G-spot repeatedly and without mercy.
Her screams were apoplectic now as waves of body-wracking orgasms surged through her.
And of course, Aiden had more stamina in the second round. They were just getting started.
When Katrina came back to him very early the next morning, she saw the tortured condition of his manhood. She wanted to plant herself on it, or to engulf it in her mouth, although she knew his relief would only take seconds.
But she knew from experience that would only destroy his fantasies. She had lived her fantasies by being fucked senseless, because her husband had encouraged it. Now, she had to fight her instincts to give him the relief she had gotten. That is what he wanted to an extent, but it was what he did not want to an even greater extent. She understood he wanted to be denied… to be punished for something he could not control.
So she sat on his face, ignoring his poor, purple tortured penis, and demanded he clean and service her. While he complied, she whispered how wonderful her experience had been with her lover. As if he did not know.
This went on for several more months. Katrina found that her biggest challenge was timing her husband’s orgasms. Now that Adrian could come over almost at will, the simple weekly releases became more difficult. She knew he wanted to be denied for a week after her “date,” but there was not really a week between trysts anymore. So, she was very random with her efforts for her husband. Sometimes he was tormented for a few days, sometimes for weeks. He loved it.
It may seem odd, but her men’s friendship only grew. To the point that when they were out golfing or chatting, it was she who felt left out. Which made no sense, even to her, since Aiden was regularly wrecking the pussy which should be the sole property of her husband.
One day after their golf game, almost out of spite, or to reestablish ownership of them both, she insisted Aiden remove his shirt while they ate dinner around the pool.
Aiden demurred, but she insisted.
Dave was treated to numerous lengthy claw marks down Aiden’s back, hickies on his chest, and more symbolic of her passionate loss of control, deep bite marks on Aiden’s pecs and biceps where she had latched on to him during violent orgasms. Dave had never caused such animalistic fervor in his wife when he made her cum. He was humiliated, dejected, and thrilled all at the same time.
That same day, Aiden mentioned that he had to start looking for another apartment. His lease was up, and the new rent was almost doubled.
When Dave said matter of factly, “Well, screw that. Just take over our pool house and pay us the same rent. It has all the amenities, and we can use the money. Then you won’t have to just come to visit” the lovers were floored.
They said in unison, “Are you sure??”
He was.
That night, Katrina made a decision. Due to chance, she had not let Dave cum for three weeks. So, he was as hard and as big as he was ever going to be when she decided to let him have intercourse with her. But before he entered her, she had him place his manhood on her abdomen, as if he were fully engulfed within her, but outside. She looked down and made a mental note.
Then she encouraged him to give her all he had. Within a minute he had cum with a roar and was drinking himself from her font.
It would be a month before Aiden moved in. Katrina planned a huge pool party for the weekend he moved in, inviting all their neighbors, family, and friends. Dave would grill his signature steaks, burgers, hot dogs, and veggies for everyone to welcome their new resident. It was to be an adults-only event, due to drinking.
A couple of weeks out, they were on the golf course when Dave asked Aiden, “Has she been wearing a T-shirt to bed with you too?”
Aiden commented, “You know what, yeah, she has. Weird.”
In the interim, when Aiden visited, he and Katrina would retreat not to the bedroom down the hall, but to the pool house to “break it in.” The pool house, while quite modern, by nature had thinner walls, and by design was walled mostly by glass.
With his window open, Dave discovered that he could actually hear the lovers better from the pool house than from down the hall.
His blissful suffering increased. Katrina became more vocal and wanton with the illusion of privacy. Her cries were even more unrestrained when she had orgasms. The reality, however, was that neighbors and passersby within a three-block radius heard her ecstatic cries. They may not have known Dave was being cuckolded; some did not even know the sounds came from their yard, but they knew someone was getting it good.
Of course, their immediate neighbors knew who was enjoying themselves and wondered what Dave was doing differently to make his wife so wild.
Katrina, by default, was in charge of her husband’s orgasms, although that had not been her intent. Perhaps subconsciously it was his, since he refused to masturbate. Normally, it was happenstance. She knew for some reason he did not want relief the same night she made love to Aiden, no matter how desperately he needed it. He had said something about not wanting a mercy fuck. So, she had a window between her trysts. But often work schedules, social events, etc, got in the way. That is what had led to his three-week dry spell at one point.
But in the weeks leading up to the pool party, it was intentional. She wanted Dave out of his mind with need on that day in particular.
On that day, a Saturday, she had Aiden greet all of the neighbors at the door as they arrived. The intent of the party was so everyone would know him on sight, so she thought that was a great start.
Katrina helped prep the food as Dave worked the grill in his T-shirt and khaki shorts. He was still grilling as everyone mingled on the patio and around the pool.
Katrina excused herself to go inside and switch into her bikini, as several of their guests were in swimwear.
Katrina came back after a few minutes wearing her very low-cut white bikini. The top displayed her buxom breasts to great effect, her cleavage and pronounced nipples drawing stares from the men and women alike.
The bottoms covered her bodacious backside, barely. The pubic covering would probably not have covered her pubic patch, if she’d had any.
The white accented her light mocha-tinted flesh, making it all the more enticing.
She circulated among the guests, and, making it seem coincidental, made sure to keep her front from her husband’s view. It was pretty easy since he was tied metaphorically to the grill.
But he saw the reactions from their neighbors and family.
When people spoke to Katrina, their eyes would drop to her abdomen, then focus, then widen.
And he heard the questions and comments.
“Is that a permanent tattoo? Or Temporary?”
Permanent.
“That is really well done.”
“Is that accurate??!”
“OMG. Really?”
One particularly moralistic woman dragged her husband out of the event, obviously offended.
The rest stayed. Several looked over at him with pity or sympathy.
Then, eventually, when everyone else seemed at ease, even Aiden, Katrina made her way over to her husband. He was the last to see her new tattoo.
Dave took it all in and blushed furiously.
Extending vertically upward from her nether regions was the image of a short, dull metallic dagger. It extended only an inch or so above the top of her bikini panties. In an arched line at the tip of the dagger, in baby blue lettering, was the name “Davey.”
Another image extended upwards from her nether regions also. It appeared to be behind the dagger. It was a much broader sword. A golden guard stretched horizontally across the top of her bikini bottom. Shimmering silver metallic in color, the blade stretched much higher up her flat abdomen, reaching above her navel. It had ornate “etchings” in the metal which made the viewer think of the thick veins on a tumescent penis. Down the middle of the impressive weapon was a groove, the type of real swords had to drain the lifeblood out of their victims.
But written vertically down the middle of the groove, in pearlized white, bold lettering, was the name AIDEN.
The implication was obvious. Davey’s diminutive “weapon” was superseded by Aiden’s much more impressive and dangerous weapon. Both impaled Katrina’s body. A milky white life fluid surging along the groove.
Dave stared for several seconds before he could speak. He whispered, “Is he really that big?”
Katrina leaned in close and whispered, “You will find out tonight. See that chair over there?”
The pool house had regular walls on three sides. But the side facing the pool and the house was entirely glass. The kitchenette and the combination living area and bedroom were all exposed from the pool. He saw a sturdy chair by the pool, facing the glass of the pool house. He nodded.
She touched his arm. “Tonight, I am going to tie you naked to that chair, facing Aiden’s bed. And you are going to see how big he is… and you are going to watch him fuck me senseless. And this time, all the neighbors will know why I am screaming.”
Dave’s imagination was filled with images of that huge slab of meat filling his wife, he heard her screams in his mind.
His cock throbbed and pulsed uncontrollably, filling his shorts with jizz right there in front of everyone.
Katrina tittered, “I love you, too, baby.”
She actually liked the tattoo, it felt naughty and sexy. However, it would normally be hidden. It had taken a lot for her to humiliate the man she loved publicly; she had to psych herself up for it. But his cumming in his shorts without being touched reaffirmed she had done the right thing… for him.
So, she twisted the proverbial knife a little more. Low enough that nobody else could hear, “Be a good boy, or I’ll have these covered with images of the real thing, your little Davey and Aiden’s beautiful man-sized cock…”
She had mercy on him and flipped burgers while he went inside to change. The rest of the party was mostly uneventful. Aiden seemed to have a fan club. Some of the guests gave Dave sympathetic looks. Katrina was met with a range of reactions. Some dirty looks from women, some outright “you go, girl” comments from other women. She appeared to scare the living hell out of the men now… some wanted her, all were afraid of what appeared to be a very dominant, assertive woman who took what she wanted. Even though that was mostly an illusion, she let them think what they wanted.
That night, after the guests had left and they had all three cleaned up, they sat on the couch together. Katrina snuggled into her husband, still wearing the bikini. She asked if he was okay, how he felt, and if he still wanted to continue with this arrangement. She reassured him that she loved him and that he was the most important thing in her world.
She made sure to say these things with Aiden sitting next to them, so all the cards were on the table. It was apparent to Aiden, she loved his dick, but she loved her husband more.
When Dave answered that he was not sure how he would look some neighbors in the eye, but that he loved what she had done and definitely wanted more, wanted her to keep using her devious and deviant mind to tease him, she was elated.
“Great! Then strip and get your ass out onto the deck. I am hornier than hell.”
She had meant what she had promised. Fortunately, their yard was surrounded by an 8 privacy fence. Unless someone climbed it, he may as well be in their living room. Still, he was apprehensive as he walked naked around the pool to the heavy wooden deck chair she had turned to face the pool house.
She pointed for him to sit. Then she used leather cuffs to secure his wrists to the armrests, his ankles to the front legs. It was a chaise-style, rustic chair, so while he was sitting upright, his legs were stretched out in front of him.
She curled up with him for a few moments, her thigh teasing his erection. She kissed him, asked if her was comfortable, then again told him how much she loved him.
She stood when Aiden approached from the house. She gave her husband a little parade wave, then took her lover’s hand and led him into the pool house, closing the glass door behind them.
Dave’s heart rate was already elevated, his penis turgid and leaking. The anticipation of what was about to happen had him feeling as if he would burst.
When the lovers reached the bed, his wife smiled at him and gave a little wave goodbye. He understood. This time was theirs, and from this time on, he would only be an observer.
He watched as his friend slowly disrobed his wife, as if unwrapping a treasured gift. He wanted to touch her body as Aiden was… tracing her breasts, holding her hips.
Then she began to undress Aiden, and Dave found himself holding his breath. He certainly was not attracted to his friend. But his wife had promised what to expect of this shorter, thinner man.
When she lifted Aiden’s T-shirt off, he noted that his friend was muscular but not cut like he was.
Then she dropped to her knees and placed her hands at the waistband of Aiden’s jeans. She pulled the jeans and her lover’s underwear down in one smooth motion.
And a thick, still flaccid slab of meat, which stretched nearly to Aiden’s knees, popped free. Holy fucking shit. Surely, they had faked all the love-making sounds. There was no way that thing could fit into his wife. Into any woman.
Katrina stood and began kissing Aiden as she stroked the huge phallus. It gradually became tumescent, long, thick, and… hard.
FUCK.
She guided her lover to sit on the edge of the bed facing her husband. Then she lined the head of that monster up with her entrance in a reverse cowgirl position.
She slowly wriggled the massive, spongy head past her glistening nether lips. She gyrated to work herself down up the shaft, its veins bulging. Her new tattoo caught his attention.
When he saw the first four inches disappear and knew it was at the baby blue “Davey” lettering, it occurred to him that from here on, Aiden was experiencing parts of his wife that he would never, ever know. The pure ecstasy they would experience there was theirs alone, and he could only ever watch in envy.
Katrina squirmed and twisted and pushed, moaning with pleasure as she was filled.
Finally, the incredible image before Dave was of that big phallus fully engulfed within his wife’s beautiful body. At their union, he could see her puffy labia surrounding the base of Aiden’s meat, his large testes swaying beneath them. That haunting tattoo rose from their genitals, and he was amazed to know Aiden’s cock head was all that way up to be parallel with the tip of the broad sword. In a way, Aiden’s shaft and testicles looked like the grip of the sword.
Katrina met her husband’s eyes, pausing to enjoy the fullness for a moment. Her eyes said, I can never go back to living without this again, but her lips mouthed the words, “Thank you for this… I love you.”
He mouthed, “I love you, too.”
Then, for the next hour at least, it appeared she forgot he was there. She was entirely absorbed in her own pleasure.
She began sliding up and down Aiden’s shaft, pistoning herself upon him, creating a froth with her juices as she became more frantic to chase her orgasms. When they came, she began screaming in ecstatic release. Unable to focus on pounding herself down upon him anymore, Aiden took over. He held her in place by lifting her with his strong hands and repeatedly drove himself into her. He effectively prevented her from losing the high, forcing more orgasms and screams from her.
Dave thought his own penis would split open it was so hard. He watched Aiden’s weapon slide hard into its sheath, saw the broad sword, heard her screams, and knew the neighbors understood what was causing her cries now. EVERYONE knew he was a cuckold.
Despite his devotion to self-denial, the intensity of the moment and the fact that he could not touch himself made him want to do so more than he ever had. He tried to whip his manhood side to side, up and down in an attempt to gain some sensation upon it. He was so hard. He felt like he was only one infinitesimal motion away from his orgasm. And damn he needed to cum.
When Aiden finally let Dave’s wife relax, he lifted her up off of his phallus, stood, and lay her gently onto her back on the bed.
Watching that incredible example of manhood sway, still erect, it had to occur to Dave that he would have cum… and hence been useless to his wife, long ago.
He watched as Aiden lifted his wife’s legs up and placed her ankles onto his shoulders. Then he placed his dick at her entrance and slowly, cautiously sank fully into her. The couple kissed lovingly, spoke things to each other that Dave could not hear… then Aiden began to slowly piston his shaft into her… gradually increasing the tempo… increasing her pleasure until she was cumming again.
Again, her cries echoed through the neighborhood. Again, Dave was desperately trying to gain some relief.
For another half hour, Aiden pummeled her sex until finally he roared and filled her with his voluminous seed.
Much to Dave’s consternation, when Aiden pulled out of her, his member was still tumescent. He simply pulled her to all fours and began fucking her from behind, driving his cock downward across her G-spot repeatedly.
Her orgasmic cries continued. Dave watched as she shook, trembled, and convulsed from the continuous pleasure and prolonged orgasms.
The lovers swapped positions repeatedly. When in missionary, or with her on top, Katrina would often bite down on Aiden’s chest or arms while she had an orgasm.
Dave was experiencing a whole range of emotions, but mostly he was overwhelmed by the eroticism of it all, desperate with his own need to cum.
Katrina was in a reverse cowgirl again, facing him again. Aiden was driving that huge weapon repeatedly into her sheath, bulging her abdomen along the broad sword, when he finally, finally came again.
Dave could see the phallus pulsing over and over again, and knew it was pumping his wife full of cum.
The image and thought were more than Dave could take. His entire body tensed as his own more diminutive manhood erupted, spewing a long stream of jizz all over his own chest and face. There was nothing he could do to wipe it off… he just had to sit there with his own cum drying on his face.
Even worse was the lack of satisfaction. It had been a violent cum… but without the ability to stroke it or even rub up against something, it had been one lonely convulsion, a ruined orgasm. So, he was just as hard and needy as if it had not happened. No relief for little Davey.
The lovers were finally done, at least for the moment.
They relaxed together for quite a while, recovering. Then Katrina got up and, cat-like, made her way outside to where her husband was restrained.
She smiled at him as they regarded each other. Him with drying perspiration and semen on his face and chest, his cock still straining and dripping pre-cum. She with hickies and other bruises all over her body, her hair askance, her sex swollen and red from much-wanted abuse, semen beginning to drip from it.
She lowered the chair back, so he lay flat, then straddled his face wordlessly. He did not hesitate; he knew his job. Besides, he was so worked up and “in the space” that he would have done anything she asked. She pressed her belly with the flat of her hand to make sure everything possible spilled from her font into her husband’s mouth.
When she was clean and had cum one more time for the night at the tip of his tongue, she released him.
She turned and waved goodnight to her lover, who waved back, smiling. Then she and her husband made their way back into the house and bed. An observer would have had difficulty discerning who was supporting whom. She was wobbly from having been fucked senseless, he was trembling with unrequited need, his dick sore from being so hard for so long.
As much as she wanted to give him relief, she waited several days before doing so. She knew from experience that he wanted to suffer… physically, he wanted to keep the sexual high and the almost painful arousal. And he wanted the psychological self-flagellation because of his lack of prowess.
She did love him more than anything. So, when she came home from work and found him working on a project at his workstation in the garage on Thursday, she saw a perfect opportunity. One she could not pass up.
She gave him a quick kiss before going inside and putting her bag up. Then she opened the front of her blouse to display her attributes for him. She came back into the garage, the overhead door still open, and walked up to him.
Spinning him around, she dropped to her knees and quickly dropped his shorts and underwear, exposing his already turgid member. She took her time fellating him, not only to show her love, but to make it last as long as possible for him. It was no mean feat, considering how wound up he was.
She had her reasons for taking advantage of this venue. She knew their nosiest neighbor, Gladys, lived directly across the street. She knew Gladys would be peaking out from her blinds, watching. Perhaps the busybody was recording her on her phone… a chance she was willing to take. She knew that most of the neighborhood would be informed that the loose woman was blowing her husband right out in the open.
Which would also mean they knew Dave was loved, for the most part not neglected, and most of all, respected by his wife.
Dave had to brace himself against the workbench when she let him orgasm. Katrina swallowed it all down, working him to extract every ounce of his seed from him, to prolong his orgasm as long as possible.
She stood and, as much for Gladys’ benefit as for his, kissed Dave deep and long. He could taste the residue of his jism, but that was all because she had swallowed it hungrily. But Gladys did not know that.
Later that night, in the privacy of their room, she pounced upon him again. After making out for a while, she lay back and pulled him on top of her. He tried to go down on her, but she prevented it, “Uh-uh. I want you in me.”
Dave lined himself up and penetrated her easily. She felt wonderful, like heaven. He was determined to last as long as possible… hopefully that fantastic cum that afternoon would help.
Then he looked down at where their bodies joined. Saw his shaft leading up to those two swords, one diminutive, one massive. This inevitably brought to mind Aiden’s much larger coupling with the same swords.
Barely thirty seconds buried within his wife, and he lost it, groaning and cumming hard.
Katrina looked up at him sardonically, “You are gonna have to do better than that, babe. I expect at least three minutes of being connected with you. Believe it or not, I love that.”
Well. There was a goal, at least.
Katrina placed her hand on top of his head and pushed him downward, “My turn.”
After he had given her what she had started referring to as “a clean and a cum” as if it were a spa treatment, they cuddled.
After having made love to her womanhood, Dave was aroused again. Tonguing her always had that effect. But he was not frantic with need as before.
The only bad thing about a prolonged sexual high, a lengthy visit to subspace, is that once it’s over, your thoughts change.
As they cuddled, Dave felt he had to say what he was thinking. “I will understand if you decide to leave me for him. I am pretty much useless.”
Katrina had expected this. She swung a leg over him and easily mounted him. She sat still as she spoke. “Listen here, hubby. I love you. I really, really enjoy Aiden’s dick, and obviously you cannot measure up…”
Dave could not help but stare at the two swords on her abdomen, which symbolized the “measure up” comment.
“But remember, it was your idea. And I really appreciate how much you love me to encourage me to get some real dick. But make no mistake, if anyone leaves, it will be Aiden. I love YOU. I cannot do without you, so you’re not getting rid of me, got it?”
He nodded and smiled wanly.
She began gently shifting herself upon him. Now that they had an understanding, it was time to let him cum and to twist the knife a little, “Besides, I like giving head too. I can fit your entire package in my mouth, while I can’t even get Aiden in my mouth at all…”
“Unghhh!” His orgasm overcame him almost immediately.
Katrina shook her head. “Gonna have to work on that.” She slid up his body and lowered onto his face.
“Good boy. Clean me up good so I can go get some of that real dick…”
The End.
*The opinions/views expressed in this story (and in any comments) are those of the author and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech. This story has been previously published on other free sites and is now public domain, which is why we can publish it here.