Read Part 1 here.

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Part 2…

Over the next few weeks, I started looking for opportunities to get closer to Mia. I offered to help her and Peter move into their new apartment, which allowed me to impress her with my strength as I easily lifted heavy furniture. When we all went to happy hour, I made sure to compliment Mia often and buy her drinks, noting how Peter never offered.

At a backyard barbecue, I maneuvered myself next to Mia. I let my arm brush against hers occasionally as we talked. She didn’t pull away. When Peter was distracted, I whispered flirtatious jokes in her ear that made her giggle and blush.

Through it all, Peter remained oblivious. I almost felt bad for him. Almost. But my desire for Mia overpowered any guilt.

Finally, an opportunity arose that I couldn’t pass up. Peter’s office was having a weekend corporate retreat for the staff and spouses. When Peter mentioned it to me, I casually said, “Too bad I can’t go. I’d love a weekend getaway.”

He perked up at that. “Actually, you can come! We’re allowed guests. Mia is coming too. You should join us!”

I hid my smile. “Really? That would be awesome!” I turned to Mia. “You don’t mind an extra guest, do you?”

She grinned. “Not at all! It’ll be nice to have you there.” Her eyes twinkled flirtatiously.

The retreat was held at a scenic resort with private cabins. When we arrived, I made a point of grabbing the bags so I could choose the bedroom I wanted. I set my stuff in the room next to the master bedroom where Peter and Mia would be staying.

That first day, there were team-building activities that Peter had to attend for work. During one of the breaks, I found Mia sitting alone outside the conference room, catching up on emails on her phone.

I sat down next to her, closer than necessary. “Having fun so far?”

She smiled. “Yeah, it’s nice to get out of town.”

“You know, I’m really glad I came. It’s giving us a chance to…get to know each other better,” I said, lowering my voice flirtatiously.

Mia bit her lip, looking around to make sure no one was near. “I know, I’m glad too. Usually, Peter keeps me all to himself. It’s nice to have time with you.”

I grinned. “So what should we do after dinner tonight? Ditch Peter and find some trouble to get into?”

She giggled. “That sounds amazing! There’s a campfire going on tonight. Maybe we could spend time together there without him.”

“Perfect,” I whispered as Peter came over to us. I leaned back casually, letting my thigh rest against Mia’s. She didn’t pull away.

That night, the retreat attendees gathered around a large firepit on the resort grounds. Mia made an excuse for why she and I would sit on a log away from Peter. In the flickering firelight, she looked absolutely irresistible.

As Peter chatted with some coworkers, I let my hand rest on Mia’s lower back. Slowly, I began caressing up and down. She shivered at my touch but didn’t stop me.

“Have I told you how incredible you look tonight?” I murmured. She smiled, glancing back toward Peter.

“I wish you could see how good this dress makes my ass look. But it’s too dark now.”

“Guess I’ll have to use my imagination,” I said with a grin. Mia leaned into me, our sides pressed together.

Across the fire, I could see Peter watching us curiously. I gave him a casual head nod, then turned my body toward Mia, blocking his view.

“We have to be careful, you know,” Mia whispered, even as she snuggled closer to me. “If Peter found out…”

“Don’t worry, he’s clueless,” I assured her, letting my fingers trace circles on her lower back. “But we should probably continue this conversation somewhere more private.”

Mia’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I’ll head back to the cabin first. Come join me in 5 minutes.” She squeezed my leg, then stood up and strolled away.

I waited a few minutes, then made an excuse about being tired and headed for the cabin. My pulse pounded as I walked into Mia’s room and found the door ajar.

Inside, the lights were dimmed. Mia was sitting on the edge of the bed, having changed into an even tighter dress that showed off every curve.

I entered slowly. When Mia stood up, I noticed her legs were bare–she had removed her tights.

“Finally, we’re alone,” she said softly. Our eyes locked as I moved closer.

She tilted her head up and parted her lips in anticipation. Unable to resist any longer, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hungrily. She responded with equal passion, pressing her curvy body against me. I slid my hands down to squeeze her round ass.

“God, you’re so sexy,” I groaned, kissing her neck as she moaned softly. We tumbled onto the bed, hands roaming eagerly. I unzipped her dress, and she pulled off my shirt, sighing as she ran her hands over my muscular chest.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Mia breathed. She guided my hand between her legs–she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“I’m going to fuck you so good,” I growled. I stood up to unzip my pants.

Mia’s eyes went wide when she saw the huge bulge in my boxers. “Oh my god,” she whimpered. Biting her lip, she tugged down my boxers, freeing my enormous, throbbing cock. “Holy shit,” Mia gasped. “It’s so much bigger than Peter’s!”

I grinned arrogantly. “That’s right, baby. I’m going to fuck you better than that little-dicked loser ever could.”

Mia moaned excitedly. “Yes, please!” She lay back, spreading her legs eagerly. I knelt between them, guiding my giant cock toward her wet pussy. I rubbed the tip up and down her slit, making her quiver.

“Tell me how much you want it,” I commanded.

“I want your huge cock so fucking bad!” she cried out. “Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me better than Peter!”

With one hard thrust, I buried my massive length inside her. Mia cried out, clawing my back. I began pounding her fast and deep, making the headboard slam against the wall.

“Oh my god, yes!” she screamed. “You’re so much bigger than him! Don’t stop!”

I felt powerful and dominant as I thoroughly fucked my best friend’s girlfriend. This was even better than I imagined.

I flipped Mia onto all fours and entered her from behind. The view of her round ass bouncing as I rammed into her was incredible. I gripped her hips and drove even deeper.

“Yes! Fuck me! Peter could never satisfy me like this!” she yelled. I grinned and spanked her juicy ass cheek, making her moan louder.

I was just about to come when suddenly we heard Peter’s voice from the other room.

“Mia? Are you still up?”

We froze. Panicked, Mia scrambled off the bed and threw on a robe. I ducked into the closet just as Peter opened the bedroom door. My heart pounded as I listened through the slats.

“Oh hey, babe, I was just getting ready for bed,” Mia said casually.

“I noticed you disappeared from the bonfire earlier,” Peter said. “What have you been up to?”

“Oh, you know, just…reading a little.” I could imagine her biting her lip nervously.

There was an ominous pause. When Peter spoke again, his voice was suspicious.

“What’s that banging sound? It sounds like the headboard hitting the wall.”

Mia stammered. “Oh, well, um…I was just…moving some furniture earlier.”

Another pause. I held my breath.

“Why do you seem so flushed? Your hair is a mess, too.” Peter’s tone darkened with anger. “Are you alone in here? Is someone with you?”

“What? No, no, of course not!” Mia exclaimed. But the quiver in her voice gave her away.

In the silence that followed, I could picture Peter scanning the room. Searching for clues. Glancing at the rumpled bed where Mia had just been getting railed.

Finally, Peter sighed. “I’m really tired. Let’s just go to bed. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

“Okay, sounds good! Sleep tight!” Mia said brightly. I heard Peter leave and shut the adjoining door.

I emerged from the closet to see Mia collapse on the bed, looking drained. “That was close,” she whispered.

“I know. But so worth it,” I said with a grin.

Mia smiled and gestured to my still-hard cock. “Get back over here and finish what you started, stud.”

The rest of the weekend was torture, having to act normal around Peter after fucking his girlfriend. We didn’t dare hook up again with him lurking around.

But the sexual tension between Mia and I was palpable. We snuck longing looks and subtle caresses when Peter wasn’t paying attention.

On the drive home, she sat in the backseat while Peter drove. At a stoplight, I glanced back to see her slip a tiny pair of lacy underwear into my hand, along with a note that said, “Next time.” I quickly pocketed them before Peter could notice.

Over the next month, Mia and I began secretly hooking up whenever we could get away with it. She would come to my place during the day when Peter was at work. Or I’d pick her up down the block from their apartment, take her for a ‘drive,’ and we’d end up parked on a secluded street, going at it in my back seat.

The backseat trysts were especially hot. Something about the cramped space and the danger of getting caught made our encounters intense and fierce.

One day, on my lunch break, we were parked near some hiking trails for a quickie. Mia was on my lap, riding me. Through the fogged-up window, I suddenly noticed two hikers approaching.

“Shit, someone’s coming!” I said. But I didn’t stop pounding up in Mia’s tight pussy. If anything, it turned me on more, knowing we might get caught.

Mia glanced back and then faced me again, biting her lip to stay quiet as she bounced harder on my cock. I watched the hikers pass right by the car, oblivious to what was happening inside.

When they were out of sight, Mia finally let out a loud moan. “Oh god, yes! Fuck me with that big dick!” she cried out. I squeezed her round ass and sucked her nipples as she came hard all over me.

We saw each other as often as possible, but it was never enough. The sneaking around was hot, but I wanted more–I wanted Mia to end it with Peter and be with me openly.

One night, we were cuddling in the afterglow at my place when I brought it up. “You know, it kills me to see you go back to Peter after this.”

Mia sighed. “I know. I wouldn’t say I like it, too. But it’s complicated…”

“Is it? Seems simple to me. You’re with the wrong guy.” I grabbed her round ass possessively.

She bit her lip. “I do want to be with you, Jack. But Peter and I have been together so long. I’ll have to let him down easy.”

“Take your time breaking up with him,” I said. “Just make it clear that I’m fucking you now. His days of getting that tight pussy are over.”

Mia laughed. “Okay, stud, I’ll tell him. But be gentle–you know he’s…sensitive about certain things. Especially his, um…shortcomings compared to you.”

I grinned arrogantly. “Maybe this will motivate Peter to get some enlargement surgery or something.”

A few days later, Mia came over glowing. “I did it! I told Peter I’m leaving him for you!”

“How did he take it?”

“He was upset at first. But I reminded him that you satisfy me so much better in bed. I couldn’t even pretend with him anymore after having your big dick. He’ll get over it.”

“Good,” I said, pulling her close. “Now you’re all mine.”

Flash forward a few months, and Mia and I were blissfully living together. Our sex life was incredible. I loved coming home from work to find her scantily clad and ready to fuck anywhere in the house.

Peter was still struggling with the breakup. He would text Mia constantly, begging her to come back to him. She would just delete the messages and keep riding my cock instead.

One weekend, the whole friend group was going out to a club downtown. Peter would be there too.

When we arrived, I made sure to stay by Mia’s side with my arm around her possessively. Peter glared at us from across the room all night as we dirty danced and made out on the dance floor.

At one point, Peter stormed over and tried to pull Mia away, yelling about how I had ‘stolen’ her from him. But she pushed him off, saying, “I left you because Jack fucks me better with that huge dick of his!”

Our friends erupted in laughter as Peter stood there, humiliated. Defeated, he quickly left the club. From then on, he stopped contacting Mia altogether, finally accepting that she was mine now.

These days, Mia and I are happily living our best lives. We fuck multiple times a day, often daringly in semi-public places. I take every chance I can to show her off and flaunt our sex life, whether Peter sees it or not.

As for Peter, the last I heard, he started seeing a therapist to deal with his penis insecurities. I almost feel bad for the guy. Almost. But then again, I don’t. As I learned, when you have a massive cock like mine, you take any chance you can to use it. And Peter’s hot girlfriend was practically begging for me to cuckold him. I simply gave Mia what she needed. What can I say? Life’s not fair sometimes. Peter will just have to get over it and be happy for us. Or try enlargement surgery.

 

The End.

 

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