The Small Dick Club: SPH-THEMED STORIES

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Part 7…

“She’s here!” I announced to Aria.

“Well, get the door, Scott.” Aria jumped up from the couch, smoothing her dress.

It’s been about a year since I had that skin infection on my groin that caused me to visit the medical clinic and unexpectedly reunite with our old high school friend. Unbeknownst to me, Dr. Sharon Lee was working her locum at the same medical clinic that I went to. If I had known she was working there, I might have reconsidered going since I would have been too embarrassed for Sharon to see my small, shaved cock.

Fortunately, her professionalism was comforting, and I even found out that she was curious about introducing the hot wife/cuckold lifestyle to her Chinese husband.

However, with the pandemic restrictions in Vancouver at the time, we were only able to meet once in person to discuss our experiences. But we did text back and forth a lot over the last year.

“Try not to cum as soon as she walks through the door!” Aria jabbed me with a giggle. She was, of course, referring to how I came in Sharon’s gloved hand as she was applying some ointment to my penis and testicles in the exam room. Fortunately, the test results on my semen sample returned negative for STDs, and my skin infection was just from the frequent contact with the various penis extensions I was using with Aria.

But now, here she was, standing at our front door, looking gorgeous in a snug-fitting sundress that showed off her toned legs. Her black hair was tied up in a loose bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face. Aria gave her a quick hug before leading her inside.

“Sharon! It’s so good to have you over finally,” Aria said, guiding her toward the kitchen where a pitcher of sangria sat sweating on the counter. “Scott’s been antsy all morning, and he’s been checking the driveway every five minutes.”

“Haha! It’s good to see you both, too,” Sharon replied as she took a seat at the kitchen island, her eyes flickering briefly toward me with a knowing smirk. She crossed her legs, the hem of her dress riding up just enough to reveal a hint of thigh. “I’ve been looking forward to this. My husband has no idea I’m here. He thinks I’m at a medical conference.”

“How’s your little fella doing?” Sharon asked me as she poured herself a glass of sangria, her tone playful but clinical. Aria snorted into her drink, her fingers tapping against the glass. “Still tiny, but he gets the job done,” she answered for me, grinning when I shot her a look. Sharon’s laughter was light, but her gaze lingered just a second too long on my lap before she took a slow sip.

“I’m sorry, honey… but you know you like it.” Aria reached over and squeezed my thigh, her nails digging in just enough to make me shift in my seat. Sharon watched the exchange with amused interest, swirling her drink before setting it down with a deliberate clink. “So,” she said, leaning forward slightly, “I’ve been thinking about your suggestions, and I think it’s time to step things up.”

Through our previous texts, Sharon had told us that she had been taking things slow with her husband, Ian.

First, she became more vocal during their lovemaking sessions and began exploring his kinks. They started watching a lot of porn together, and she made sure to encourage his fantasies.

Once she found out he got turned on with seeing guys being fucked by two women, she leaned in heavily and had them roleplay with toys… small ones at first, but then larger and larger ones that matched the male pornstars they watched together.

Then she started adding more dirty talk in their fantasies… things like “Wouldn’t that feel great? Having two women suck your cock?” and “Look how big that cock is! That makes me so horny to see two women working on a cock that big!” and “What would you do if I made your fantasy come true?” All while making sure Ian agreed to her fantasies before allowing him to orgasm. In fact, she managed to train him to get her off by eating her pussy before he was even allowed to put his skinny Asian dick in her.

“I finally got Ian to eat his own creampie from my pussy last night,” Sharon said casually, tracing the rim of her glass with a fingertip. Aria’s eyebrows shot up as she leaned in, her lips parting. “No fucking way,” she breathed. Sharon nodded, her smirk widening. “He was squeamish initially. But I had him start with little licks at first, and I wouldn’t touch his dick until he did the full cleanup duty. He came harder than ever.”

“By the way, thanks for the recommendation on the cock cage sizes,” Sharon said as her hand touched my arm. I froze mid-sip when she reached into her purse and slid a small black velvet box across the counter. Aria snatched it up before I could react, flipping it open to reveal a sleek steel ring with an accompanying padlock. “Ohhh, this is perfect,” Aria murmured, running her thumb over the polished metal before shooting me a grin. “Fortunately, he’s the same size as Scott.” Sharon chuckled into her drink as I caught her eyes dart to my crotch.

“Well, I think you still need to ease Ian into the whole thing before introducing a hung bull into your bedroom.” Aria handed the box back to Sharon, who tucked it away slowly and deliberately.

“Oh, I know,” she replied, her fingers lingering on the clasp of her purse. “But I can’t help imagining how he’ll react when he sees me getting railed by someone with a real cock.” The way she said that made my throat tighten.

“Maybe you need to give him a little taste of what he’s been wanting all along,” I suggested, my voice slightly hoarse as Sharon’s gaze turned towards me, “two women worshipping his cock.” I added. “You give him that, and he’ll feel obliged to try any suggestion you throw his way.” Sharon tilted her head, considering, while Aria took hold of her hands.

“I’ll do it,” Aria said suddenly, squeezing Sharon’s hands tighter. Her cheeks flushed pink, but her voice was steady. “Let me be the other woman. We’ll set the stage, make him think it’s just fantasy at first.” Sharon’s lips parted slightly before she let out a soft, intrigued hum. Aria didn’t wait for hesitation; she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You can blindfold him. Tell him it’s a surprise. Let him hear my voice, feel my hands. But make him believe it’s all part of the roleplay.”

Sharon’s fingers twitched against Aria’s, her nails leaving faint crescents in her palms. “And when he’s begging?” she murmured, her gaze flicking to me with something hungry in it. Aria smirked, shrugging one strap of her dress off her shoulder. “Then we take off the blindfold,” she said. “Right when he’s about to cum. Let him see both of our lips on his cock and have him agree to a swapping session.” The air between them crackled, thick with the unspoken promise of betrayal and pleasure tangled together.

Sharon exhaled sharply, her throat working as she swallowed. “Ian’s never been with another woman,” she admitted, her voice low. “But he’s obsessed with the idea.”

“And you two swapping with me and Scott would be less threatening than adding a stranger right away,” Aria added. “Especially since Scott’s the same size as him.” Her fingers traced idle circles on Sharon’s wrist, her grin widening as Sharon’s pulse visibly jumped beneath her touch. Sharon exhaled slowly, her grip tightening around her glass until her knuckles whitened. “Do you really think Ian would be up for a full swap?” Sharon questioned.

“Believe me,” I interjected, “Once Ian gets his dick in Aria’s ass, he’ll agree to anything to get a chance to fuck her again.” Sharon’s eyes darkened at that, her lips parting as she processed the thought of her husband buried balls-deep in another woman. Aria bit her lower lip, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on Sharon’s skin. “We’ll make sure he doesn’t last long the first time,” she murmured. “Just long enough to get addicted.”

Sharon leaned back against the counter, her sundress riding higher as she crossed her legs again. “Alright,” she said after a beat, voice steady but fingers tapping restlessly against her glass. “Next Saturday. I’ll tell him I want to surprise him with a special roleplay night.” Aria’s grin was sharp as she refilled Sharon’s drink, her fingers brushing against hers deliberately. “Perfect,” she purred. “Make sure he’s blindfolded and tie him up in restraints if possible.”

“Here, you can use these furry handcuffs,” I said, pulling them from the junk drawer where we kept all the miscellaneous bedroom accessories. Sharon examined them with clinical curiosity, running her fingers over the soft lining. “Ian’s never been restrained before,” she mused, clicking the cuffs around her own wrist experimentally. Aria smirked and leaned in, her breath warm against Sharon’s ear. “Then he’s in for a treat. Nothing like feeling helpless while two women tease him senseless.”

“Ian will be home by 3 pm.” Sharon’s voice was steady, but her fingers trembled slightly as she slid the handcuffs into her purse. “He’s got a standing golf game every Saturday morning. He always comes back exhausted and eager for a nap.” Aria licked her lips, already picturing it–Ian sprawled out on their bed, blindfolded and compliant, his thin cock twitching as Sharon whispered filthy promises in his ear.

“We’ll make sure to get to your place early so we can hide,” Aria said. “God, he’ll lose his mind,” she breathed, her voice husky.

Saturday couldn’t come quick enough. The days stretched like taffy, with each minute an agonizing tease. I caught Aria practicing her seduction techniques in front of the mirror, whispering filthy promises under her breath while Sharon sent us text updates: “He keeps asking what I have planned”, “He’s got no clue”, “I haven’t let him out of his cock cage all week”.

We arrived at Sharon’s Surrey home early Saturday, slipping inside like thieves while Ian was still on the golf course. The bedroom smelled faintly of lavender candles, the sheets freshly changed but still bearing the indents of their bodies. Sharon had already laid out everything on the bed. Scarves in varying shades tied to the bed posts, the furry handcuffs beside the headboard, and a thick black blindfold with soft padding around the edges. Aria gave the restraints a tug to test their sturdiness before nodding approvingly.

When we heard Ian’s car pull up in the driveway, Aria and I ducked into the closet, leaving the door cracked just enough to see Sharon greet him at the bedroom door. He looked exhausted, his polo shirt clinging to his back with sweat, but his eyes lit up when Sharon pressed a chilled beer into his hand. “You look wrecked,” she murmured, her fingers trailing down his chest. “Let me take care of you.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as she guided him toward the bed, his knees buckling slightly when she pushed him down onto the mattress.

He took a swig of beer and said he should shower first, but Sharon straddled his lap before he could move, pinning him with her weight. “Later,” she purred, plucking the bottle from his fingers and setting it aside. “I want you just like this… all hot and sweaty.” His mouth gaped open when she tugged his belt loose, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. From the closet, Aria’s fingers dug into my crotch, squeezing my erection. “You trust me, don’t you?” Sharon whispered, her lips brushing his ear as she took off his golf shirt.

His body was much like mine, both of us with 50-year-old dad bods that had lost most of our definition years ago. Ian’s chest was smooth except for a few sparse hairs near his nipples, and his belly protruded slightly over the waistband of his shorts as Sharon peeled them off, revealing his caged cock snug against his flushed skin. Aria gasped beside me when Sharon tugged the cage, making Ian whimper. “I’ve been thinking about this all week,” Sharon murmured, her fingers tracing the outline of his swollen tip trapped behind bars. “How badly you must want to cum.”

“Have you been a good boy?” Sharon asked with a leading voice.

Ian nodded frantically, his breath ragged as Sharon’s fingers danced along the cage. She deliberately unhooked the padlock, the click echoing in the quiet room. His freed cock sprang up, already leaking and twitching under her gaze.

But instead of touching his penis, she reached for the blindfold, sliding it over his eyes before he could react. His hands flew up instinctively, but she caught his wrists, pressing them back against the mattress with surprising strength. “Uh-uh,” she chided, securing the furry cuffs around his wrists with a soft click. “Tonight’s about patience.” His throat worked as she leaned down, her breath warm against his neck. “Remember your fantasy?” she murmured, her lips brushing his ear. “Two women worshipping your cock?”

She spread his legs wide and tied them to the bedposts with silk scarves, her fingers lingering on his trembling inner thighs. “Good boys wait,” she whispered, tracing the tip of his cock with her nail just enough to make him squirm. Aria slipped out of the closet then, her bare feet silent on the carpet as she approached the bed. Ian’s head jerked at the creak of floorboards, his breath quickening. Sharon caught Aria’s wrist and guided her hand to Ian’s chest, pressing her palm flat over his pounding heart.

I took out my cell phone to film the scene, Aria’s hand gliding over Ian’s sweat-laden chest. Sharon leaned in to whisper in Ian’s ear, “Do you like this?” Ian strained at Aria’s touch, still unaware that another person was in the room with them.

Aria pressed her lips to Ian’s collarbone, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his skin before she blew lightly on the wet trail. His entire body tensed, his hips lifting off the mattress involuntarily. “Who–” he gasped, but Sharon shushed him, her fingers threading through his hair. “Just enjoy,” she murmured, guiding Aria’s hand lower until her fingers wrapped around his cock.

The moment Aria’s grip tightened, Ian let out a choked moan, his thighs straining against the scarves. Aria’s thumb swiped over his slick tip, spreading the precum in slow circles while Sharon leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “Tell me how good it feels,” she demanded, her voice low and commanding. Ian’s throat groaned as he stammered, “S-so good,” his words dissolving into a whimper when Aria’s mouth replaced her hand, her lips sealing around his hard but short manhood.

Sharon’s hands tightened in Ian’s hair as Aria’s head bobbed between his legs, her lips creating wet slurps that made his breath stutter. His legs jerked against the restraints, his cock twitching against Aria’s tongue as she sucked harder. Sharon leaned down to nip at his earlobe. “She’s so good at this, isn’t she?” she whispered, her voice dripping with approval. Ian’s moan was ragged, his fingers clenching and unclenching against the cuffs.

“Is this what you’ve been dreaming of?” Ian couldn’t even form words anymore as Aria’s tongue flicked rapidly under his cock head, her fingers stroking his tiny ball sack. Sharon’s nails dug into his chest as she watched Aria work, her own breath coming faster. Then, without warning, she reached down and pinched Ian’s nipple hard, making him yelp. “Don’t cum yet,” she warned, just as Aria pulled off his dick.

“What would you do for both of our tongues on your cock right now?” Sharon asked, her voice husky as Aria’s lips hovered just above Ian’s twitching tip, her breath hot against his wet skin. Ian’s hips bucked wildly, the scarves straining as he choked out, “Anything–fuck, anything–” before Sharon’s fingers clamped hard just under the tip of his cock to stop him from reaching orgasm. His dick deflated slightly as the pressure stifled his member.

Sharon grinned and reached behind Ian’s head, untying the blindfold in one swift motion. The moment the fabric fell away, Ian’s unfocused eyes locked onto Aria’s smirking face, her lips glistening with his precum. His jaw dropped as he realized this wasn’t just roleplay. Sharon leaned in, nipping at his earlobe. “Say hi to Aria,” she whispered, her hand sliding down to stroke his cock slowly, re-hardening him under her touch. “You remember her, right?” Sharon asked as Aria stepped out of her dress.

“Y-you’re real,” Ian stammered, his wrists straining against the cuffs as Aria licked her lips deliberately, swirling her tongue over the spot where his precum had smeared. Sharon chuckled, gripping his chin to force his gaze back to her. “And you’re going to show her exactly how grateful you are,” she purred, releasing him only to hike up her sundress, revealing bare skin beneath. “Eat me first. Then her. And if you do a good job…” Her eyes flicked to Aria, who was already crawling up the bed, hiking her own dress to her hips. “Maybe we’ll let you fuck one of us.”

Ian gasped as Sharon lifted her sundress and backed into his face, grinding back until his nose pressed into her ass. His muffled groan vibrated against her as Aria knelt beside them, fingers teasing her own clit while she watched. “Harder,” Sharon demanded, rocking her hips against Ian’s mouth. Aria moaned, spreading her legs wider. “That’s it, big boy, don’t forget I’m next,” she breathed, dragging Ian’s free hand to her dripping cunt. His fingers trembled as they sank into her, his rhythm frantic.

“Aahhh!” Sharon arched her back, her ass wiggling further into Ian’s face as his tongue worked furiously between her cheeks. Aria guided his fingers deeper inside her, her clit brushing against the palm of his hand. His muffled moans vibrated against Sharon’s skin, his cock twitching helplessly against his stomach, still achingly hard. Aria leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “You’re doing so well,” she whispered, nipping his lobe. “Now taste me.”

Sharon pulled off his face, her thighs trembling as she crawled forward, dragging her slickness across his chest. Aria took her place, rearing herself back into Ian’s mouth with a sigh, her fingers gripping his legs.

Sharon crouched between his thighs, her lips hovering just above his cock as she locked eyes with Aria as Aria’s ass bore down on his mouth. His hips bucked instinctively toward Sharon’s breath, his cock twitching inches from her tongue.

“Does she taste good?” Sharon murmured, her tongue lapping out to trace the leaking tip of Ian’s cock while Aria rocked against his mouth. His muffled groan was answer enough, his fingers clutching in the furry handcuffs as Aria ground harder against his lips. “We were thinking it might be fun to have a wife swapping session with Aria and her husband, Scott…” Sharon said coyly.

“Would you like that?” Aria asked, “To watch your wife fuck another man while you stick your cock up my ass?” Aria wiggled her curvy ass cheeks, her puckered starfish in direct line-of-sight.

“You remember Scott, don’t you? He and Aria were at our wedding.” Sharon chimed in. “Aria and I were comparing notes and realized you and Scott both had the same cock size.”

Ian’s muffled moans grew louder, his tongue working desperately against Aria as his cock throbbed in Sharon’s grip. She stroked him slowly, deliberately, her thumb brushing over his slick tip while Aria pressed herself harder against his mouth. “Answer her,” Aria demanded, her voice breathless as she rocked back against his face. Ian nodded frantically, his hips thrusting upwards as Sharon’s fingers tightened around his shaft.

“Y-yes!” Ian gasped as he came up for air, his face covered in Aria’s juices.

“Good boy,” Sharon said as she and Aria leaned in to kiss the tip of his penis. “There’s no better time like the present…” Sharon announced, sliding her tongue up his shaft while Aria stroked his balls. The closet door creaked open, and Ian’s eyes widened as I stepped into view, still recording the scene with my phone. Aria grinned, her fingers still working Ian’s cock as she tilted her head toward me. “You remember my husband, don’t you?” Aria purred. Ian’s cock deflated immediately as Sharon stood up and peeled off her sundress, both of our wives now completely nude.

Sharon took my hand and brought me to the side of the bed, her fingers tracing my arm as Ian’s heart raced. “Scott’s going to fuck me while you watch,” she stated, her lips brushing my cheek before she turned back to Ian.

“Looks like someone’s having second thoughts…” Aria said as she wiggled Ian’s flaccid dick between her fingers. I turned my camera to zoom in on his failing manhood that had just shrunken to the size of a peanut.

“Oh, good!” Sharon gleamed, “Put this on him,” Sharon continued as she handed Ian’s small metal cock cage to Aria.

Aria took the cage and wiggled Ian’s flaccid cock into place, clicking the lock shut with a satisfying snap. Ian struggled, his hips jerking instinctively against the sudden confinement as Sharon pulled me to the bed. Her fingers made quick work of my clothes, her breath hot against my neck. “You’ve been waiting for this, too, haven’t you?” she said to Ian.

Sharon took hold of my erection, stroking firmly as she showed my cock to her husband. “Watch closely,” she instructed, her fingers tightening around my shaft as she guided me into her mouth. Ian’s face turned pale as he strained against the cuffs, his caged cock twitching uselessly. Aria wiggled her ass in Ian’s face as her fingers traced the outline of his cage. “If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you fuck my ass,” Aria promised.

Ian’s eyes flipped between watching his wife take my whole cock in her mouth and staring at Aria’s winking asshole just inches from his face. His caged dick jerked pathetically against his stomach as Sharon deep-throated me with a wet gag. Aria smiled and reached back, spreading her cheeks wider. “Lick,” she ordered, grinding her ass down until Ian’s nose disappeared between her folds.

Sharon pulled off my dick with a gasp, her lips swollen and wet. “I was wrong, you’re a bit bigger than Ian,” she moaned, stroking me slowly while Ian’s tongue worked frantically between Aria’s ass cheeks. His muffled grunts filled the room as Sharon straddled my hips and guided me inside her with a shudder. “Watch this, Ian,” she panted, moving her hips to grind me down to my pubic bone. “Bet you can’t wait to taste his cum from my pussy.”

The thought of eating another man’s cum must have disgusted Ian as his tongue froze mid-lick.

Sharon’s pussy was so warm and tight around me; years of sex with only her small-dicked husband had ensured Sharon was tight as a vice. Aria moaned, grinding harder against Ian’s frozen face. “Don’t stop now,” she taunted, pressing her ass flush against his mouth until his muffled gag vibrated against her skin.

I reached down to Sharon’s clit, rubbing slow circles with my thumb as she rocked against me. Her breath gasping and her thighs trembling as I pressed harder, matching the rhythm of her hips. “Fuck–right there,” she moaned, her fingers digging into my skin as her pussy walls clenched around me. Her orgasm built quickly, her moans rising in pitch until she came with a shudder, her pussy pulsing around my cock while Ian watched helplessly.

Sharon’s tight pussy was too much for me, and I came, filling Sharon with my cum as she collapsed onto my chest. She laughed breathlessly, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin while my cock twitched inside her. “Mmm, you came so much,” she murmured, lifting herself slightly to watch my cum-covered cock slip out of her cunt. Behind her, Aria was still grinding against Ian’s face, her fingers toying with his cock cage as he licked frantically.

“Time for dinner,” Sharon purred, rolling off me and crawling toward Ian on all fours, her thighs glistening with my cum. Aria moved forward so Sharon could straddle his chest, her slick cunt hovering inches above his lips. “Open wide,” she commanded, her fingers spreading herself as she lowered onto his face. Ian turned his head as a drop of my cum slipped out of her swollen pussy and landed on his face.

Sharon quickly pressed two fingers against her slick entrance, trapping my cum inside as she locked eyes with Ian. “Open,” she ordered, her voice husky with command. He hesitated, giving a quiet shake of his head as his mouth stayed glued shut.

“Maybe you need some more incentive…” Aria suggested as she unlocked his cage and freed his cock, which had inflated again under the stimulation. Ian’s cock twitched hard, the tiny veins standing out as Aria repositioned herself so her ass was hovering over his penis.

Sharon grinned as she saw Ian’s predicament. Aria’s hand was holding Ian’s cock and aiming it right at her tight asshole while Sharon’s cum-filled pussy hovered over his mouth. “Your choice,” Sharon said, pressing her fingers harder against her swollen lips. “Eat him out of me…” She rocked forward slightly, letting another thick drop of cum land on Ian’s chin. “…or you’ll never get to fuck Aria’s ass.”

Ian whimpered, his cock twitching in Aria’s grip as she teased the tip against her taboo hole. The sight of his own dick, being so close yet so impossibly far, made his resolve crumble. His lips parted with a shuddering exhale, his tongue tentatively slipping out to catch the drip sliding through Sharon’s fingers. Sharon grinned, lowering herself onto his face, her thighs trembling as his tongue dragged through her pussy lips, lapping up my cum mixed with her own juices.

“That’s it,” Sharon cooed as she grabbed his head and pressed him deeper into her, rocking her hips while Ian’s tongue worked in frantic swirls. I zoomed in on my phone to catch Ian’s tongue lap up every drop before Sharon pulled away, panting. “Now–” she gasped, nodding at Aria, who instantly sank onto Ian’s cock with a sharp cry. His hips jerked upward instinctively, burying himself inside her tight ass in one desperate thrust.

His small cock slid easily inside Aria’s puckered asshole, snug enough to make her gasp but not so thick that it hurt. Her fingers dug into his hips as she rocked back against him, her breath catching with each shallow thrust. Ian’s eyes rolled back, his tongue still tasting the lingering tang of my cum from Sharon’s pussy as his cock twitched inside Aria’s tight heat.

“That’s it, my cum-eating cuckold!” Sharon growled, straddling Ian’s face to grind against his tongue while Aria rode his cock with quick, shallow thrusts. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as Ian bucked up desperately, only to have her pull away just before he could thrust deep. Sharon arched her back, fingers twisting in his hair as his tongue flicked faster against her swollen clit.

“Next time,” Sharon panted to her husband, her voice thick with promise, “we find a proper bull. Someone who’ll split me open with his big white cock.” Aria moaned in agreement, her hips stuttering as she ground down on Ian’s pathetic thrusts. “A real stallion,” she gasped, “thick enough to make me scream when he stretches me raw.”

Ian’s cock pulsed inside Aria’s ass–whether in protest or excitement, it didn’t matter. Sharon leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “Tell me,” she demanded, pressing her hips harder against his tongue. “You want to watch me get ruined by a cock twice your size?” His moan vibrated against her cunt, his body trembling beneath them.

Aria felt his rhythm stutter and grinned, lifting herself just enough to let his tip slip out right as he bucked upward and as his orgasm hit nothing but air. His choked cry was muffled by Sharon’s thighs as cum spurted uselessly across his own stomach, untouched and unfulfilled. Aria laughed, pinching his swollen tip between her fingers. “Almost, sweetheart,” she teased, smearing his wasted release across his belly. “Better luck next time.”

I managed to capture the cum dribbling down his small cock with my phone’s zoom lens… tiny white drips sliding down his flaccid shaft like melted wax. Aria smirked as she smeared his wasted load across his trembling stomach with two fingers before bringing them to her lips. “Mmmm,” she murmured, licking them clean with exaggerated relish while Ian’s chest heaved beneath Sharon’s weight. Sharon lifted herself just enough to expose his cum-streaked face, his tongue still darting out instinctively to catch the last traces of my seed from her thighs.

“One last thing, Honey,” Sharon says as she pats his head, “Be a good host and help Scott clean up.” She lifted herself off Ian’s face, revealing his glazed expression and wet cheeks. Before he could react, Aria grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into my softening cock, still glistening with Sharon’s juices. His muffled protest dies against my skin as his tongue instinctively laps at the mixture of our fluids. Sharon watches with crossed arms, her foot tapping impatiently until Ian’s tongue makes its first reluctant swipe.

This was the first time I had a man suck me clean. His warm breath huffing through flared nostrils, his tongue licking hesitantly along my shaft like he’s afraid to commit. Aria giggled when his nose bumped my balls, her fingers tightening in his hair to guide him deeper. “Don’t be shy,” she said, grinding her hips against his shoulder. “Pretend it’s your wife’s pussy.” Ian’s throat bobbed as he took my tip between his lips, his tongue swirling in tight, resentful circles while Sharon laughed and stroked his hair like he was a dog performing a trick.

Then Aria slid her hand between my legs, her fingers cupping my balls with deliberate ownership. “Looks like we have a pair of cuckolds now, Sharon…” Aria smiled as she squeezed the last drop of cum out of me.

“Just wait until we bring over a real bull to fuck us both while you watch,” Aria teased as she and Sharon shared a kiss and embrace.

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Part 8…

“You’re back!” Aria exclaimed as I walked through our front door, her arms wrapping around me before my suitcase even hit the floor. My lips locked with hers, our first kiss in over a week.

It was the fall of 2021, and with pandemic restrictions easing, my company had sent me to a work conference that, to be honest, could have been an email. But they wanted to make sure they spent every dollar of their COVID relief money before the fiscal year ended.

Unfortunately, this meant that I was away longer than I’ve ever been for the last few years. It also meant that I missed out on being with my beautiful wife, Aria, who was left to entertain herself while I was away.

“You smell so good!” I said to Aria as I buried my nose in her hair.

“Missed me?” she teased, her nails scraping lightly through my shirt.

“Mmm…” I hummed in her ear, “I’m sorry I missed out on Sharon and Ian’s date with Mick.”

Mick was one of the friends that we met before the pandemic hit. He’s a tall, lumbering white guy with a fat cock that we knew would be a hit for Sharon’s first real bull experience. The plan had been that Mick would come over to our place, and he’d cuckold both Ian and me by fucking our wives while we watched. Unfortunately, my business trip got extended, and I had to miss out on their fun.

“It’s okay, Scott…” Aria consoled me as her hands squeezed my ass, “We had a REALLY good time!”

“We?” I asked, pulling back just enough to catch the smirk playing on Aria’s lips. “I thought Sharon and Ian were going to meet up with Mick on their own,” I said, confused.

Aria’s fingers trailed down my chest, stopping just above my belt buckle. “Oh, you didn’t think I would just let them have all the fun, did you?” she murmured, her breath warm against my neck.

“How about I tell you all the details while I help you out with these big blue balls of yours?” Aria whispered, her fingers already cupping my balls through my pants.

Aria took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom, my eyes glued to her ass as she swayed her hips with every step. She pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me before I could protest. “Mick came over on the weekend,” she breathed, unzipping my pants slowly.

“We had Ian answer the door naked except for a small pink bow tied around his small peepee,” Aria said, her fingers stroking my cock as she straddled me. “Mick laughed so hard when he saw it and almost dropped the bottle of whiskey he brought.” I groaned, imagining Ian’s humiliation as he stood there, his tiny cock twitching beneath that ridiculous bow while Mick loomed over him, already hard in his jeans.

Aria leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. “Mick had Ian serving us drinks all night. But the real fun started when Sharon wanted to see how much bigger Mick’s cock was compared to Ian’s.”

“Well, Ian’s about my size…” I said as I looked at Aria’s hand stroking my 4-inch cock.

“He was definitely no match for Mick’s monster.” Aria grinned, her fingers tightening around my shaft as she leaned in closer. “Mick made Ian kneel next to him on the bed, side by side, while Sharon measured them with a ruler. Ian’s barely hit 4 inches hard.” Aria giggled.

“Oh wait,” Aria paused as she unceremoniously dropped my dick and grabbed her phone, quickly swiping through her camera roll.

“Here,” Aria said, shoving her phone in my face. The screen showed Ian’s tiny twig of a penis resting on top of Mick’s thick, veined cock. Ian’s skinny Chinese dick was barely half the width of Mick’s girthy member, and his length couldn’t even reach halfway down his shaft. Aria swiped to the next photo where Sharon’s hands were wrapped around both of them–her fingers barely meeting around Mick’s cock while her thumb and forefinger formed a loose ring around Ian’s.

“Oh, you like that?” Aria asked, noticing my cock twitching and leaking precum onto my thigh. She chuckled and dragged her fingertip through the sticky bead, swirling it around my tip before bringing her fingertip to my mouth to suck clean.

With practiced ease, Aria lifted her blouse over her head, her breasts bouncing free. She stood up, swaying her hips slightly as she hooked her thumbs into her panties, peeling them down her thighs in a slow tease.

Aria helped me peel off my pants completely and then pulled my shirt off over my head, her nails lightly scratching down my chest as she climbed onto my lap. She pressed her bare body against mine, her nipples hardening against my skin while she murmured, “You really got off on seeing Ian like that, didn’t you?” Her breath was hot against my neck, her fingers tracing circles on my thigh. I could feel her wetness already soaking onto my leg as she ground herself against me.

“What happened next?” I asked, my hands sliding down her waist as she rocked against my body. Aria bit her lower lip, her stare darkening as she reached beneath herself to guide my cock against her entrance. But instead of penetration, she just glided her clit against my shaft, the slick warmth of her teasing me as she let out a soft, shuddering sigh… So close to what I wanted, yet agonizingly withheld.

My hands gripped her plump ass cheeks as I tried to push upward, only for Aria to pin my hips down with her legs. “Uh-Uh,” she whispered, dragging my shaft along her dripping folds while watching my desperate expression.

Aria finally slid off, kneeling between my legs to inspect my swollen balls, “You wouldn’t want these poor blue balls of yours to explode too soon, right?” Her tongue flicked against the underside of my shaft as she spoke, sending electric jolts up my spine. “I’m going to tell you exactly what happened.” Her lips wrapped around my tip, sucking just hard enough to make my thighs tense.

“Sharon made Ian lick her first,” Aria murmured as she released my cock. “She spread her thighs wide… would you like to see?” Before I could answer, she scrolled to another photo showing Sharon sprawled on the bed, her freshly waxed pussy glistening under the bedroom lights, her bare slit looking like it belonged to a teenager rather than a 50-year-old doctor. The angle of the next pic showed Ian’s flushed face buried between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips like a drowning man clutching driftwood.

“Meanwhile, Sharon was trying to stuff Mick’s cock down her throat,” Aria purred, swiping to a blurry photo of Sharon’s lips stretched around Mick’s girth, her mascara smudged and eyes watering. The veins on his shaft bulged against her cheeks, her lips stretched wide around his bulbous cock head, while her hands worked on his shaft. “She gagged so hard on him,” Aria laughed, squeezing my cock in time with the memory.

“Mmmm… Just look at the size of his balls,” Aria whispered, pressing her phone against my chest so I could see the screen–a close-up shot of Mick’s swollen sac hanging heavily between his thighs as he face-fucked Sharon. “Remember how they slapped against your chin while you watched from beneath me the last time Mick fucked me? That musky heat, the way they bounced with every thrust?” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she traced the photo with her fingertip, circling Mick’s taut scrotum like she was memorizing every vein.

Her free hand cupped my own modest sac, fingers rolling my tender flesh as if weighing it against the memory. “You know, I’ve always thought you had big balls but…” She squeezed lightly, releasing a laugh. “Next to Mick’s, yours look like little marbles. His hang so low… like ripe fruit begging to be plucked.” The comparison made my cock twitch violently in her grasp, pre-cum pooling at my slit as she chuckled. “See? Your body knows it’s true.”

“I suppose they’re big for Chinese men,” Aria mused, her thumb brushing over the taut skin of my scrotum before abruptly shifting focus. She swiped to another photo, this one capturing Sharon’s manicured fingers curling possessively beneath Mick’s sack, her crimson nails digging slightly into the heavy flesh as she lifted his weight like she was testing ripeness. “See how Sharon couldn’t even close her hand around them?” Aria teased. “Like overstuffed leather pouches.”

The next image flickered onto the screen of Sharon sprawled on her back against the pillows, her thighs parted wide while her fingers spread her glistening labia. Ian was kneeling between her legs as he gripped Mick’s monstrous erection with both hands, guiding the swollen purple tip toward Sharon’s dripping entrance. Aria zoomed in on the shot to show how Ian’s fingers trembled around Mick’s thickness, his knuckles strained as he struggled to angle the thick shaft properly. Sharon’s expression was pure hunger as she watched the tip of Mick’s cock dimple her stretched opening.

“You should have heard her scream when Mick finally pushed in,” Aria breathed, her fingers tightening around my cock in sync with her words. The photo showed Sharon’s mouth stretched wide in a silent cry, her fingers clawing at the sheets while Mick’s hefty shaft disappeared inch by inch into her glistening cunt. “She came almost immediately just from the stretch.” Aria’s thumb wiped my leaking tip, smearing precum down my shaft. “And poor Ian had to watch his wife take every inch like she was born for it.”

“You would have been proud of her,” Aria whispered as she swiped to the next photo. “She was very vocal about how much bigger he was than Ian. She kept moaning it between gasps as Mick bottomed out inside her.” The image showed Sharon arching off the bed, her thighs trembling around Mick’s waist while her fingers dug into his biceps. Her lips were parted in a silent scream as Mick’s balls pressed flush against her ass. “She couldn’t stop saying how full she felt,” Aria cooed.

“He fucked her so hard!” Aria’s grip tightened around my cock as she swiped to a blurry video clip of Sharon’s body jolting with each brutal thrust, her tits bouncing wildly while Mick’s hips pistoned between her spread thighs. The wet slap of skin echoed through the speakers as Sharon’s moans dissolved into broken sobs, her fingers twisting in the sheets.

Aria apologized, “Sorry for the shaky video… I was rubbing my clit too hard to hold the phone steady.”

The video footage jumped abruptly as Mick lifted Sharon’s hips off the bed, driving into her with such force her entire body slid up the sheets with each thrust. Aria giggled breathlessly against my ear, her fingers mimicking Sharon’s desperate clawing at the mattress. “Look at her trying to hold on like a ragdoll!” she exclaimed, her own thighs squeezing around mine as she ground down in rhythm with the video’s wet slaps.

The camera suddenly panned to Ian, his flushed face frozen in slack-jawed awe as he knelt beside the bed, his trembling fingers wrapped around his tiny erection. His cock looked even smaller in his own hand as he pumped himself furiously. His tiny pink tip leaked a thin dribble of precum onto the floorboards below, utterly dwarfed by the spectacle of Mick’s thick shaft pistoning in and out of Sharon’s stretched cunt.

Aria laughed against my ear, her breath hot as she whispered, “Watch this part! Sharon reached down and grabbed Ian’s wrist mid-stroke!” The video showed Sharon’s fingers wrapping around Ian’s wrist, forcing his hand away from his cock while Mick hammered into her from behind. “She made him watch with his hands behind his back like a good boy,” Aria purred, her own fingers lazily teasing the ridge of my cock head.

Sharon arched violently in the video, her back bowing as her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Her entire body was locked in orgasm while Mick’s thick shaft bulged in her stomach. “Oh fuck, she’s cumming!” Aria gasped, her thighs clenching around mine as we watched together. “She begged him not to stop–listen!” The audio crackled with Sharon’s hoarse pleas: “Don’t pull out, oh god, please, please–”

Sharon’s pussy lips clung desperately to Mick’s cock as he pulled out almost completely, her swollen lips stretching outward like pink taffy before snapping back wetly against his retreating shaft. Aria’s fingers dug into my thighs as we watched the video, Sharon’s stretched hole visibly swallowing him again in one brutal glide.

“Fuck–fucking take it!” Mick growled, his voice rough as his hips hammered forward one last time. His thick shaft throbbing inside Sharon, veins bulging as his cock head swelled against her cervix. The first rope of cum hit her womb with such force she screamed with a raw, broken sound that dissolved into shuddering sobs. She cried openly as Mick pumped her full, his heavy balls twitching against her ass with each pulse of his release.

Mick pulled out his cream-coated cock slowly from Sharon’s ruined pussy, her gaping hole dribbling his cum onto the sheets in thick white streams. Aria zoomed in on the shaky footage where Sharon’s trembling fingers reached between her thighs, scooping up a glob of semen and bringing it to Ian’s lips with a breathless command: “Clean me.” The video showed Ian’s tongue slipping out eagerly as he swallowed Mick’s load straight from his wife’s fingers.

Aria tossed her phone aside suddenly, her hands pinning my wrists to the bed as she straddled my chest. “It was so hot seeing Ian eat Mick’s creampie straight from Sharon’s pussy,” she breathed, grinding her slick cunt against my sternum. Her cunt dripped warm trails down my ribs as she leaned forward, her swollen nipples brushing my lips. “You want a taste too, don’t you?”

I licked upward instinctively, my tongue parting her labia as her phone screen illuminated beside us. Ian’s flushed face was frozen mid-gulp, his tongue lapping at Sharon’s cum-filled slit. Aria moaned above me as she ground against my mouth. “That’s it,” she gasped, “lick me clean as Ian did for Sharon.” The sweet taste of her was mixed with the faint tang of my own pre-cum still smeared on her thighs.

Her hips bucked as I found her swollen clit, my tongue circling the tight little bud with the same rhythm Mick had used to ruin Sharon. Aria’s thighs clamped around my ears, her scream muffled by the wet sound of her orgasm soaking my chin. Through the gaps in her trembling legs, I watched her phone screen show Ian’s tiny cock twitching pathetically against Sharon’s thigh as he came untouched from just eating Mick’s creampie. His cum just dribbled out of his dick uncontrollably, not a real orgasm.

“Sharon made Ian lick up his own pathetic little mess,” Aria panted as she pulled herself off my face and took my cock in her mouth.

“Fuck!” I gasped as Aria’s lips stretched tight around my cock, her tongue swirling expertly under the crown while her fingers massaged my balls. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” I moaned, “we would have had a lot of fun.”

“Who says I didn’t have any fun?” Aria said as she let my cock fall out of her mouth. She reached for her phone again, swiping to a video I hadn’t seen yet. The footage showed Mick’s thick cock sliding effortlessly into her wet pussy from behind while Sharon watched with hungry eyes. Aria’s moans filled the room as she climbed on top of me and sank her pussy down on my cock.

“Mick stretched me out so much,” Aria sighed as she ground her hips, her loose cunt swallowing me whole with no resistance. She felt so loose, her swollen lips clung to my shaft lazily, her inner walls still slack from Mick’s brutal pounding earlier. “Fuck, you feel so small inside me now,” she teased as my cock slipped out of her.

Aria lifted herself and tried to maneuver my cock back in her stretched pussy, but I kept slipping out as soon as she tried to ride me. Her hole still gaped slightly from Mick’s prior pounding, making my short length slide uselessly against her soaked cunt. She laughed breathlessly, grinding her swollen clit against my shaft instead as precum smeared between us. “See what Mick did to me?” she moaned, spreading her labia with two fingers to show me her still-puffy entrance. “I can barely feel you now.”

Out of frustration, she just ground her clit hard against my cock as she masturbated herself to orgasm, my useless cock just being used as a warm vibrator against her swollen folds. Her breath came in sharp gasps as she came on me, her pussy clenching around nothing but providing enough vibration to cause me to ejaculate.

I gripped Aria’s ass cheeks to pull her into me as I came, my cock head momentarily slipping into her loose cunt as my cum splashed against her stretched entrance. She laughed breathlessly, grinding her clit against my twitching shaft to milk every last drop. “Look at you trying to fill me up,” she teased, “Mick was so much bigger.”

Her teasing stung a bit, but it also made me so aroused that I clenched her ass cheeks harder as my cock spurted again into her resized hole.

I eventually fell backwards onto the bed as I released my wife’s ass, my softening cock turning limp against my thigh while Aria cuddled up next to me, my cum slithering out of her pussy.

“It’s too bad Sharon and Ian decided to go down to Mexico for that medical conference,” I said as my hand caressed my wife’s plump ass, “we could have met up for a play date.”

“I don’t think they’ll be missing us…” Aria said as she swiped her finger through her slit and brought a glob of my cum up to my mouth, “she told me they were going to bring Mick along with them.” The scent of our mixed arousal clung thickly to her fingers as she pressed them against my lips, watching my tongue lick them clean like Ian had done for Sharon.

My cock twitched as Aria showed me the photos Sharon had just sent. Sharon was sprawled across the hotel bed in nothing but her red-soled Louboutin heels as Mick’s thick cock was aimed at her gaping hole, Ian serving his role by holding her legs up like an obedient cuck. The caption Sharon added read, “Thanks for sharing, Mick! We’ll return the favour soon!”

 

To Be Continued…?

 

 

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