"Tha's all the Lord Boa you get for today," the man
announced, rising to get his clothes. "Ya oughtta
get yo'self together. Ya look like shit."
With that he finished dressing and left the room,
leaving Deb looking, yes, like shit. His loads of
cum had left slimy trails all over her face as it
slid down into her hair, and the viscous fluid had
started to pool in the hollow of her neck and
between her breasts. Though her eyes stared
blankly, her tongue flickered out every so often,
finding a few drops of fluid and whisking them into
her mouth. Beat down, bedraggled and cum covered,
she looked more like a woman who had just hosted a
gangbang than a woman who had played slut to a
single man.
Brian waited a few minutes to make sure the man had
gone for good, watching as his wife languidly
scooped up some of the cum and smeared it on her
tits, nearly obscuring her nipples from sight.
"That was interesting," he announced as he strode
into the room. Her expression rapidly cycled from
shocked to panic-stricken to guilty as she realized
that he'd been watching her the whole time, and
that there was absolutely no lie that could cover
up her behavior. But his triumph, bitter though it
was, quickly cooled when he noticed that she was
staring not at his face but at his waistline, where
he'd forgotten to stuff his cock back in his pants.
He felt he had to say something, but couldn't find
the words to express the mixture of shock,
betrayal, lust and excitement he'd experienced
watching his loving wife spread her legs for big
chocolate pole. Anyway, all he really wanted at
that moment was relief from the pressure strangling
his balls.
Unable to formulate even a single accusation, he
simply stood above her, his rigid cock partially
obscuring their view of each other. As he stared
down at her, he could imagine how puny his dick
would look to her, now that she'd been well-fucked
by such a monster black hose. But where in the past
such a thought might've caused him to lose his
erection, now it seemed to strengthen it,
especially when he remembered how sexy his wife had
looked perched upon that thick, thick pole. His
brooding presence finally stirred Deb to motion,
and he gasped aloud when she crawled up and grabbed
his cock with both hands.
"I guess I owe you," she declared, wrapping her
lips around his purple head. Unlike Lord Boa, she
could suck his whole shaft into her mouth, and soon
was giving him one of the most enthusiastic blow
jobs of their marriage. After a couple of minutes
she released his cock and asked if he wanted to
fuck her. He declined, not sure he was mentally
ready to stick his cock into a pussy filled with
another man's cum. Instead he smashed her mouth
back onto his dick, holding her head still while he
gave her mouth a good fucking. When he felt himself
to be good and ready, he let her fall to the floor
and jacked off onto her face, making sure his cum
obliterated her lips. As she dreamily licked the
cum from her lips, he sat down and surveyed the
cum-spattered woman before him.
"How many times?" he just had to ask.
"Just once before," she replied, again unable to
meet his eyes. Forcing himself to ask the tough
questions, and encouraging her to be as honest as
possible, they spent the rest of the day talking
about her sexual needs. She'd always wanted big
cocks, ever since she'd dated a boy with a giant
one in high school. And the black man, Dwayne, had
the biggest one she'd ever known. Brian didn't ask
where she'd met Dwayne; he didn't want to know.
What was clear by the end of the night was that his
wife wanted more from a man than he could provide.
More than even large dildoes and sex toys could
provide. And while he had more than enough right to
refuse her needs, the thought of her being split
open by the gigantic Lord Boa definitely turned him
on. She had an addiction that he just couldn't
fill. And he loved her enough to try other methods.
They reached an agreement later in the night. Debbi
could feed her addiction for big cock twice a
month. But in return for his allowing her
infidelity, she had agreed to become his sex toy.
He could experiment with whatever kinky sex he
wanted, without feeling a bit of guilt, since she
would participate with enthusiasm. It'd be a pay
for play deal. Submission in exchange for adultery.
Sex for sex. A simple transaction. And though the
niggling of doubt continued, Brian simply ignored
it.