Despite his sore, aching balls, he could feel his own orgasm building fast. His face was hot with embarrassment as he squirmed. He was used to it by now - the too-soon emissions that he had been complacent with for his entire marriage so far - but in the face of such a powerful man fucking his wife, someone who was much bigger and stronger and was showing no signs of stopping anytime soon, he suddenly felt like a much lesser man for being so close so soon.
“Oh, fudge! Demi, no, you’re not supposed to - Demi - I can explain!”
Demi couldn’t think of anything to say. The things she’d seen on her husband’s screen were far from any of the Catholic teachings she’d literally just come home from listening to. This was why he had been refusing to attend Church with her every Sunday? To watch these disgusting videos on the laptop they shared? Her brain hardly registered him trying to apologize and explain himself as she hurried upstairs, locking herself in the master bedroom and resting on the edge of the bed with a soft huff.
“Demi, please, just listen to me, I can explain,” Arthur called from the other side of the door.
“Go away,” she said, setting her purse down and crossing her arms around herself. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel about what she’d seen. She just knew she was disgusted.
“Honey, please, open the door.” The doorknob jiggled a bit. “Please, honey, I can explain.”
“How?” Demi shivered. “How can you explain those terrible videos? What were they even doing?” She pulled her white crocheted shawl tighter around her shoulders. “Those people probably don’t even know each other, now do they? Why would you do such vile things to a stranger?”
Arthur scoffed. “I mean, maybe if you hadn’t come home so early…”
Demi gasped, stomping toward the door and throwing it open. Arthur’s face shifted quickly from annoyed to startled. It was like he’d forgotten that he was supposed to be apologizing to her for his sin. “How dare you,” she hissed. “You have absolutely no right to blame me for what you were watching!”
“Dem, honey, calm down. It was just porn.”
“Which is a sin,” she spat at him, “which you would know if you ever bothered to put on a nice dress shirt once in a while and come to church with me.” She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. “Do you even feel shame for what you were watching? Do you even want to be forgiven?”
Arthur sighed. “Demi… we haven’t made love in months. I have my needs, honey.” He looked away from her. “I’ve been exploring myself lately, and I just… I needed some sort of release.”
“Needs, Arthur?” Demi could feel her tears spilling over now. “Needs? I know we haven’t been intimate lately, but that doesn’t justify you seeking out such vile sins.” Her lip trembled as she stepped back. “I… I need to go.”
“What - go where?”
“Anywhere,” she said softly, grabbing her purse off of the bed and digging around for her keys. “I just - please don’t follow me, Arthur, I just need some time to myself.”
She pushed past him, and was gone.
Demi had spent her afternoon in church again, having gone back for guidance after what she’d caught her husband doing. She’d prayed, asked for some sort of sign from The Lord, but it didn’t feel like enough. She’d glanced down at her phone - two missed calls - then sighed and got back in the car, unsure of where to go next. Having chosen to attend the early morning service, she was left with the dilemma of deciding where to go to avoid her husband at home. She wasn’t ready to see him yet, but it was barely past one o’clock. What else could she bother herself with?
She sat up and glanced over her reflection in her rearview mirror. Her mascara had smudged under her eyes, which were still red from crying on-and-off during her prayer, and she could see a few silver hairs poking through the chocolate-brown roots of her bleached-blonde curls. She leaned back in the driver’s seat, gathering her thoughts for a moment. She couldn’t help but picture the things she’d caught Arthur watching. A beautiful thin woman with a perfectly perky butt, naked and on her knees in front of a handsome, muscular man. The woman’s hand had been between her legs, rubbing circles over her slick, wet vagina, and she’d had the other hand wrapped tightly around the man’s testicles. She’d been gripping them hard, very hard, and the man looked like he was in severe pain. And Arthur… he had been masturbating.
Fine then. If he gets to blame his sins on me… I’ll return the favor. Vengeance wasn’t very Catholic of her, she knew, but she would ask for forgiveness when the pain went away. She buckled herself in, and drove herself absent-mindedly to the grocery store. Wine. She needed some wine.
The drive, parking her car, walking into the store… it was a soft blur. She wasn’t sure why she was as upset as she was, really. They were Catholic, and free of sin, sure, but Arthur could repent, right? For the pornography, for the things he said to her, all of it. And it wasn’t like she didn’t know what porn was, or had never watched it. But she had found God, and it hurt her that Arthur had chosen sin over her, and had then blamed her for his choice.
“Demi? Is that you?” The voice sounded familiar.
Demi spun around to see who had said her name. Standing behind her, right there in the alcohol aisle, was a tall man with strong biceps straining lightly against his plain gray t-shirt, his short dark hair hanging in scruffy ringlets around his face. His bearded jaw twitched as he smiled at her with perfectly white teeth. “Demi! Holy shit, what’s up, baby girl?”
“Uh - oh… Ace?” She felt her heart flutter and her stomach tighten, and chastised herself for being nervous around him. He was just her highschool sweetheart, nothing more… nothing less. “Hi… um, how - how are you doing?”
He smiled, stuffing one hand casually into the pocket of the jeans that hugged his body really, really well, the other gripping tighter around the handle of the six-pack he was carrying. Stop it, Demi thought to herself as he went on about some solo stay-in date he was having tonight, you are a woman of God now. You can’t think like that about him, he’s not your husband. She smiled warmly as he looked her up and down. “What about you, princess?”
“Oh - um, please, don’t call me that,” she said, albeit reluctantly, “I’m married.”
“Yeah, saw that,” he drawled. “Your wedding made for some cute Facebook posts, I’ll tell’ya that. Your man, uh… Albert? What a looker.” He chuckled softly.
“It’s Arthur, actually.” Demi was quickly growing annoyed with this man. “Look, it’s been nice catching up, but I really should get home. My husband is waiting for me.” She felt her heart sink a little at the thought of going home to Arthur, who, by now, she was convinced had basically cheated on her.
Ace just laughed at her - something that sparked something between her thighs, against her will. “Ohh, well, I wouldn’t want to keep you from old Arthur.” He stepped closer to her, and her breath hitched in her throat. She hated this feeling, but she couldn’t stop it. He looked her up and down for a moment, as if he was reading as much into her as he could. Then, he caught her off guard: “Does this Arthur appreciate you, Demi?”
She gave him a quizzical look, wringing her hands around the bottle of wine she had almost forgotten she was holding. “Appreciate me? What do you mean?”
“Demi….” Ace shook his head. “Demi, Demi, Demi….” He took another step closer. “I’ve seen you on Facebook. (“You stalk my Facebook?” Her indignant response went ignored.) You’ve made yourself out to be this perfect little Christian lady, haven’t you? (“Catholic, actually -”) It’s honestly kinda cute. You’ve got everyone fooled, thinkin’ you’ve found God or whatever.”
Demi scoffed, trying to act offended. Why do I need to act? I should just be offended, right? “I’ll have you know, I have found God, and I don’t think you should be speaking to me like -”
“Cut the shit, Demi. I know you.” He moved closer, until he was inches away from her, and as he spoke, he placed two fingers under her chin and tilted her face up so that she could meet his perfect blue gaze. “I’ve been inside you, remember, baby girl?”
As if on cue, her mind flooded with flashbacks against her will. Sneaking out of her bedroom window countless times to meet him, or him sneaking in. Letting him take her from behind, or with her legs on his shoulders, or up against the wall. In locker rooms and backseats of cars, sneaking touches and makeout sessions in class or during lunch… Part of her cringed at the thought that they probably hadn’t been as sneaky as they thought, and part of her was furious with him for speaking to her like this when she was clearly married, but right now, she was wet enough that she’d almost forgotten entirely about being wed to Arthur. Suddenly, the man waiting for her at home seemed far more inferior to the man in front of her. Arthur was pale and stringy, with a gaunt face that made him look corpse-like compared to this absolute hunk. Another flash of memories from Ace holding her up against a wall by her thighs and pounding her relentlessly reminded her that her husband wasn’t strong enough to ever pick her up like that. She took a deep breath, gripping the wine bottle so hard that she was sure it would break. “Ace…”
“Come on, Demi, sweetheart, you know you miss me. I’ve seen the little dribble of piss you married. Let me remind you what a real man can do.”
“Why?” Demi took a step back, breaking eye contact, and it felt like trying to struggle free from a spell. “Why are you suddenly so interested?”
Ace chuckled again. “I’dunno. You’re here, and you’re still hot, and I figured I’d shoot my shot and see where it goes. So what do you say, baby? One more, for old time’s sake?”
Demi didn’t know what to say. Her body was craving him at this point, her panties wet under the skirt she’d worn to Church. Her mind, however, was screaming at her not to do it. To slap him away from her and leave the store with her wine, to remain a woman of God and go home to her loving, faithful, kind… rheumy, scrawny, weak husband. The image of him tugging on his penis, with that disgusting video of a woman abusing her partner’s balls…
Screw it. Arthur didn’t have to know, right? She would ask forgiveness later. She deserved a little revenge on him.
“I… will not go all the way with you,” she said firmly, holding up a warning finger at him. “I will not go all the way.” She raised an eyebrow. “And we will never speak of this, to anyone.”
Ace smirked at her. “Yeah? So how do you wanna do this, then?”
Demi hesitated for a moment, her heart racing. She was really doing this. “M-my car,” she said. “It’s got room in the backseat, we could…” she trailed off, then forced a smile through the nerves, hoping humor would ease the knot in her stomach. “Just like in highschool, right?”
“Just like in high school,” Ace said with a grin. “Come on.”
He led her through the store to the checkout lanes, and she once again felt strangely fuzzy, as if she had suddenly dunked her head underwater. She only took a moment to breathe when Ace suddenly grabbed the wine out of her hands. “Oh, um, Ace, it's fine. Really, I can pay for it -”
“Shh.” His voice was quiet as he stuffed the wine bottle into the crook of his arm and placed his free hand on the small of her back, drawing her in close. “Let daddy take care of it, okay?”
His words made a pearl of juices leak from her pussy, pooling in her underwear and leaving her head swimming as they walked out with their poison of choice and made their way to her car. Suddenly, Demi was thankful she hadn’t been able to find any parking spots close to the entrance, and had chosen instead to park toward the end of the lot so she could gather her thoughts before entering. She unlocked the car, he put the drinks in the passenger seat, they both crawled into the back.
He was on her in an instant.
His hands gripped her and pulled her in close while his lips locked with hers. She let out a soft moan as one of his hands slid down to her ass, firmly grabbing a handful. It was exhilarating, enough so that any and all rational thought had flown from her mind. For these moments, she was no longer a woman of God. She wanted to be his whore. Just like in that stupid porno Arthur was watching, she thought as she threaded her fingers into his hair. Ace’s lips were soft and warm, and she suddenly felt like a goddess as his powerful arms held her. She pressed against him as he grabbed her ass harder, his tongue sliding into her mouth with ease. His breath smelled warm and musky, and she moaned again as he suddenly started sucking on her tongue. His strong body was… incredible. Before she could silence the thought, she realized that she was with a real man.
The hand on her ass moved suddenly, and she gasped against his lips as his fingers pressed against the soaked crotch of her panties. Her skirt did nothing to protect her - she shivered as his fingers rubbed up and down on her cloth-covered slit. He broke their kiss just to grin against her dangling mouth. “Naughty girl… you’re already wet for me.”
She whimpered quietly, grinding against his fingers. “Please… more.”
“More?” he teased. Her breath caught in her throat as he tugged her panties to the side. “How about this, baby girl?”
She moaned again as two fingers slid inside of her, his thumb working her clit in gentle circles. He chuckled softly at her, his fingers moving at a perfect pace to drive her insane. He buried his head against the crook of her neck, sucking hickies into her skin, and she felt herself shaking as she reached down and palmed the bulge in his pants. Has he gotten bigger? No, he couldn’t have. She maybe just didn’t remember how… intimidating… his size was.
Or how delicious it could be. “Ace, please… I want you… all of you… in my mouth…”
“Shit, baby, you’re gonna make me bust here and now.” He let go of her for a moment to hastily and clumsily undo his jeans, and suddenly his cock sprung to life, her hand wrapping around the impressive girth almost instinctively. “Tease me first, babe. Make me want you.”
“You want me,” she hissed with her eyes closed, her other hand tightening in his hair like a warning. “You know you do.”
Ace let out a low groan and curled his fingers, striking a spot inside her that made her see stars. Arthur had never hit that spot. She threw her head back in pleasure as Ace fingered her, his rhythm pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Fuck, she needed this. Badly. His two fingers inside her pumped in and out, slicking up with her oozing pussy juices as his thumb circled over her clit, and as her walls tightened around him, he pressed a little harder on her sensitive little nub, his fingertips hitting that spot again. He leaned against her and whispered just a few words that finally made her explode: “Give me what I’ve wanted for years now and cum for me, Demi.”
Lightning.
Lightning shot through her body as she arched into him, her pussy quivering around his touch. He worked her g-spot through the orgasm, whispering “good girl” over and over again. Demi saw flashes of their high school days behind her eyes - the overwhelming excitement and pleasure of it all, the thrill of sneaking around with him. She’d felt like a goddess then, and she felt like a goddess now.
“That was fast,” Ace chuckled as she shivered once more. He pulled his fingers out, and she bit her lip as he made a show of sucking them clean.
She’d almost forgotten about his cock, throbbing in her hand, and she smiled as she looked down at it. Just as intimidating as she remembered. “I think it’s my turn,” she purred.
Her ex-boyfriend smiled and leaned back, and she readjusted herself so that her face was right near his meat. Was she really about to do this? For a moment, she reconsidered. Him fingering her could be explained away as letting him do something, if she tried to justify cheating on her husband like this. But actively performing?
Screw it. She wanted him. She was already delirious with a thrilling sense of danger and pleasure, sneaking around with him again like this. He had just made her cum quicker and harder than her husband ever had. He deserved a favor.
She swirled her tongue around his tip before sucking it into her mouth, moving gently up and down the shaft. Her hand wrapped around what couldn’t fit in her mouth while drool spilled from the corners of her lips to wet what could. Ace sank further into his seat as he groaned, his gruff voice urging her onward. She deepthroated as much of him as she could, then came back up for air with her tongue wriggling left-to-right as it drifted up the length of his dick. He gripped her hair at the nape of her neck. “Fuck, kitten, you’ve still got it.”
Kitten. Goddamn, he was saying all the right things to drive her wild. She moaned softly as she swallowed his cock. He didn’t push her head down or pull her hair - she had always loved that about him. He simply wanted to hold her there while she serviced him. She praised herself silently as she moved up and down, contributing her skills to pure muscle memory. She’d done this so many times for him, and here she was again, her lips gliding back and forth over him like it was nothing. Demi ignored the spit coating her hand as she stroked the base of his dick in rhythm with her mouth, stimulating every inch of him. His grip tightened on her hair as he grumbled out delicious praise for her, and she shifted a little so that her right hand could replace her left on his shaft, the left hand moving to cup his balls. She rolled them in her hand ever-so-gently, almost testing their weight in her palm, and he damn near moaned at her manipulations. He twitched against her tongue, and she realized that her ministrations while he’d fingered her had done more to pleasure him than she’d noticed while caught up in her own euphoria. The thought of him cumming down her throat sent a jolt of excitement through her body, and she unconsciously started grinding her hips against nothingness as her pussy throbbed for more attention.
“Yeah?” Ace breathed above her as he noticed this. His hand moved to pull her skirt up, then tugged roughly on the fabric of her panties. “You need more, you greedy little bitch?” He leaned to the side a little so that he could reach, his fingers sliding under her panties again, this time glazing over her pussy to get a coating of her juices before teasing her tight little asshole.
Demi pulled off of his cock suddenly, her heart skipping a beat. “A-Ace, please…”
“What? You want me to stop?” he drawled, still teasing her hole with one finger.
She hesitated. It felt really, really good. Her pussy needed attention more than anything, but his finger circling the tightest part of her asshole was intensely pleasing. She tugged on her lower lip with her teeth and tried to relax. They’d only done this once before, but she had loved it. She had never cum harder in her life, and frankly, her husband had never been able to do this. Hell, Arthur had refused. It was ungodly, he said.
And the idea of such a sin only made her push back against Ace’s finger, allowing him to slip the tip of it into her ass. “God, you’re so fucking perfect,” Ace said softly, easing more and more into her with every passing heartbeat. He was an expert at this, moving slowly and gently, allowing her body to contour itself to the sensation of his single finger sliding in. Demi’s mouth fell open in ecstasy, and she quickly stuffed his dick into her mouth to muffle the obscene noises rising from her throat.
He let out a low growl that sent her spinning as he thrusted up into her mouth, and she had to use her hand as a barrier to stop him from accidentally suffocating her. He was close, for sure. With one hand in her hair and the other currently sliding his middle finger in and out of her ass at a beautifully slow pace, he was practically facefucking her now.
“I needed this so bad,” he moaned, and she responded with a low hum, releasing the hand gripping his shaft, taking a breath, and allowing him to use her throat. “I needed this so fucking bad, Demi. I missed you… missed you so much.” His thrusts grew quicker, deeper, harder… more careless. “ Fuck… fuck. FUCK!”
The force of his seed shooting from his cock surprised her, and she struggled to keep herself from choking on it as it sprayed the inside of her mouth. She could feel the warmth of it sliding down her throat, and she swallowed instinctively. Ace let out a moan worthy of the finest, highest-paid pornstars, his finger stalling in its movements in and out of her ass before pulling out completely. She didn’t mind.
“Demi…?”
Fuck.
That wasn’t Ace’s voice calling her name as she pulled off of his cock.
“Demi? Answer me.” The all-too-familiar voice was coming from the front seat of the car.
Demi’s heart was sure to give out. She knew it. Her stomach had suddenly dropped to the floor. She shot a terrified look at Ace, who only gave her a raise of an eyebrow. With shaking hands, she readjusted her skirt before reaching forward and digging into her purse. She pulled out her phone, and covered her mouth with one hand as she saw the screen.
The screen was lit up with Arthur’s smiling photo, with the word “Hubby” scrawled at the top. A little icon was lit up green to show that the phone was on speaker. A little blinking number in the corner showed that the call had been going for some time. The voice again. “Demi, answer me, or so help me…”
The words caught in her throat for a moment. “Arthur? I, um… listen -”
“Get home right now, Demi. Don’t argue. We need to talk.”
Then he hung up.
“Hey. Hey, Demi, look at me.” Ace reached forward and touched her chin, gently turning her head to face him. “You’re gonna be okay, baby girl, I promise. That little weasel won’t hurt you.” He took her phone from her and started dialing a number. “I will always, always be here for you, doll.” He handed her the phone back, and she glanced down at it. He had entered his phone number and saved himself in her contacts. “Always. Just give me a call if you need me.” He winked at her. “Or if you need another fix.”
Demi smiled, despite the situation. “Ace, this is no time to be joking around.”
“I know, I know.” He smiled sincerely, then kissed her. This time, the kiss was sweet and loving, not hungry like before. He pulled away, looking into her eyes. “Good luck, Demi.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Demi. You have got to be kidding me.”
“I know, honey, I know, just -”
“No, don’t even try it. I don’t know how you could explain this away.”
Demi curled into herself where she sat on the edge of the bed, avoiding eye contact with her husband as he paced in front of her anxiously. “It was a one-time thing, honey.”
“Don’t honey me, Demi, not after what you did. You cheated on me!” He whirled around to stare incredulously at her. “You cheated on me, and with your ex-boyfriend, no less! What - what is he, a high school sweetheart? A fling from your twenty-first birthday or something? I mean, dang it, Demi, I didn’t even know this side of you existed!”
His tone sparked some sort of defiant anger inside of her. “You’re one to talk,” she muttered.
“What?”
“You heard me!” She raised her head and glared at him, and for a moment she saw a flash of fear in his eyes as she startled him with her rage. “You were the one watching that terrible, ugly porn while I was gone! You can’t speak to me about my past, and my tastes, when you’re at home watching that disgusting filth!”
“I’m disgusting?!” He took a step back. “I’m the disgusting one? You cheated on me!”
“And how do you know?” she spat, and Arthur suddenly looked confused. “How do you know I cheated on you, Arthur?”
“What - you admitted to it!”
“And if I hadn’t?” She stood up, facing him. “What if I hadn’t told you? What if I had come home like nothing had happened?” She crossed her arms, suddenly feeling powerful. Had the rendezvou with Ace done this to her? “How would you know?”
Arthur hesitated, his mouth hanging open for a moment. “Well… well, I called you. And you picked up, and -”
“I didn’t pick up, I told you so,” she hissed. “I don’t know how the call was answered. I told you something must’ve moved in my purse, or maybe I hit a button as I was getting in the car. But I did not pick up that call, and you had no right to listen in on what we were doing.”
“Demi, do you even hear yourself right now?” Arthur hollered. “You think I had no right to know you were cheating on me?”
“We’ve established that I cheated, Arthur. I wanna know why you listened in for as long as you did. I wanna know why you didn’t say anything before Ace came in my mouth.” The words felt dirty, and yet the slutty nature of it felt amazing. She felt like she’d taken off a mask that had been restricting her for years. Is this really who I am? The thought thrilled her rather than scare her.
“I… well, uh - I… um…” Arthur couldn’t seem to articulate anything.
“Face it, honey.” She almost spat the word at him. “You liked it.”
“Ex-cuse me?”
“I saw the porn you were watching.” She took a step forward, and her husband took another one back. “Disgusting and vile, but you liked it. You liked what that woman was doing in that video. I bet you watch those all the time. Listening to me cheat is probably nothing.”
“Demi, you are way out of line.” But his voice trembled, and he was suddenly refusing to meet her gaze.
“Am I?” She took another step towards him, so close that she could almost smell the mint on his breath. “You wouldn’t have listened to me and Ace if you didn’t like what you heard. You probably jerked off to it.”
“Demi, enough!”
“No! Ace made me feel incredible, you know. I haven’t cum that hard in a long time. You know you got off to it. Just admit it, Arthur.”
Arthur scoffed at her. “I… you can’t…” He glared at her for a moment before averting his gaze entirely. “Maybe we all have our needs, I get it. Forgiveness in the eyes of God can be a little too easy to ask for. But…” He glanced back up at her. “But what do you even see in him, Demi? What does he give you that I can’t?”
“Orgasms, Arthur, he gives me orgasms. He always has.”
“Always?”
“While we were together, at least. He knows my body. He makes me wet.”
“I just don’t see why you had to pick him, Demi. Your ex-boyfriend…?”
A thought crept into Demi’s mind, and for once, she didn’t try to chase it away. She pondered it, instead. Took a moment to chew the inside of her cheek as she mulled it over. It maybe wasn’t the best idea to stoke the flame like this, but then… wouldn’t it be fun?
“Let me show you.”
“Huh?”
“Let me show you,” she repeated. “Let me show you why I said yes to him.” She pulled out her phone, found the contact, and pressed the “call” button.
“What are you doing?” Arthur hissed, his wide eyes full of worry. Demi had him right where she wanted him. A new fire had lit inside of her, and she was going to fan it. She didn’t care what the aftermath would be anymore - she had renounced her place as a woman of God for the time being, instead choosing to be a whore for the day.
The phone rang twice before picking up, and she put it on speaker. “Hello?”
Her pussy quivered at the sound of his voice, and she set the phone down on the bed as she began unbuttoning her blouse. “Ace. It’s me.” Arthur was staring at her, mouth agape as he watched her undress, but he seemed frozen in place.
“Demi! You okay?”
“I’m okay,” she said quickly as she slid her skirt off. She was just in a bra, panties, thigh-high stockings, and heels now. “I just… can you video call right now?” She grinned as Arthur gave her a look like What the fuck are you doing?
“Yeah, sure.” There was a pause - then his perfect, handsome face popped up on her phone screen, and she smiled through the butterflies in her stomach. “What’s - oh.” His voice changed as she lowered the camera just enough to show the ample cleavage spilling out from the top of her bra. “Yeah, babygirl?”
Babygirl. The word spun in her head, and made Arthur cringe as he stared at her. But he wasn’t stopping her - just like in the car.
“You want a round two, then?” Ace purred, angling the camera to show her the bulge growing in his jeans. He started rubbing it through the denim, and she shuddered at the thought of its size.
“Actually… can you come over?” She leaned back and drew one delicate hand over her midsection, showing off the upper hemline of her panties. “I… I need more.”
“Demi, you can give me a better excuse than that,” Ace chided playfully. “I’m not coming over to fuck you until you tell me why you want me so bad.”
She bit lightly on her bottom lip, steeling herself for what she was about to say. I can do this. I deserve this. “Arthur’s here.” Her husband’s eyes were wide as she spoke, wide enough to see the whites of them. “I want you to fuck me in front of him.”
Both men looked stunned. Arthur teetered backwards and sat himself down on the little stool Demi used to do her makeup, while Ace’s eyes widened a little as his cocky smirk stretched excitedly. “We’re gonna cuck him? This is so unlike you, babe.”
“Is that a no?”
“It’s a hell fucking yes. I’ll be there in ten. You better be wet for me when I get there.” His voice was low and excited, and Demi saw herself blushing in the reflection on her phone as he hung up.
She set the phone down, and finally made eye contact with her husband. His head was bowed and he had his hands buried in his hair, his elbows balanced on his knees. “Demi, what the heck are you doing?” he hissed. “This… our marriage… you made vows… promises to me…” He didn’t seem to know where to begin. Finally he cleared his throat, then hissed, “Demi, how could you do this?”
“It’s like you said earlier, hon,” she whispered. “I have needs. And Ace is going to satisfy those needs.”
“I can’t be here,” he responded, standing up. “I can’t watch him ravage you, I can’t even be in this house when he -”
“No,” Demi said firmly, moving to stand in front of him. “No, you’re going to stay.”
“I can’t,” he repeated - and froze up again as she reached down and grabbed him by the crotch, gripping tightly onto his dick. “D-Demi?”
“You’re hard,” she growled. “You’re hard at just the thought of Ace fucking me, aren’t you? You want to watch. (“Demi, don’t tell me what I -”) Shut up.” She gripped him harder, and he whimpered. “You’re going to sit there and watch as he gives me everything you can’t. Got it?” He stared at her for a moment - then, without either a nod or a refusal, he looked away, and Demi knew she had her answer. “Good. Now, why don’t you go sit on that bed, hm? Let’s get you ready, too.”
Arthur didn’t say anything as she guided him to the bed. She sat him at the very head, where all their pillows were stacked well enough to give him something to lean on. She tugged gently at the belt loops in his pants, and he nodded softly, giving her his consent. She could only imagine the internal struggle between holiness and the arousal that made his dick stand up straight as she pulled off his garments. She could feel her own excitement pooling in her panties as she straddled her husband.
“I saw what you were watching today,” she whispered close to his ear as he put his shaking hands on her hips. “That woman was so beautiful. Her nails were so pretty…” She dragged her own manicured nails down his chest, sliding down to his dick. “They looked like they were about to cut right into him.” Arthur drew in a sharp breath as she suddenly gripped him roughly by the sack, her nails digging into the flesh like claws. The sound of him wincing at her touch made her heart flutter, urging her onward. She gripped a little harder and twisted, causing Arthur to groan through gritted teeth as she smiled joyfully.
For what seemed like hours, she continued to twist and grab and pull, sinking her nails into his sensitive balls before tugging hard on them or gripping tighter and tighter, then releasing him and beginning again. The sadistic pleasure of grabbing him like this, watching him flinch and squirm under her manipulations, was enough to leave her panties soaked - uncomfortably so.
Arthur huffed in relief as she finally let go of him and stood up, and his eyes followed her hungrily as she unbuckled her bra and let it fall to the floor, then dropped her panties around her ankles and stepped out of them. She giggled softly, getting on her knees at the foot of the bed, and she delighted in his little whimper of surprise as she put her hands behind his knees and dragged him forward to meet her face. “Oh, god… Demi, are - are you gonna put it in your mouth?”
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “You mean, am I gonna suck your dick?” He shuddered, and she ignored him. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” She reached up and wrapped her hand around the very base of his sack like a cock ring, his balls distending until they looked swollen. Perfect for her little games. She hummed softly as she used her free hand to tease the handful of disappointing meat, dragging the nail of her index finger up his shaft, then back down again before swirling around his bulging sack. Her husband moaned, her ministrations making his pathetic dick twitch. For a moment, she almost pitied him - it must be such a strange feeling, to know that a man with a cock twice as big as his own was soon going to be pounding her into a fit of happy tears and screams of pleasure. But the pity faded quickly as she tightened her hand around him, letting him draw a breath before she slapped her hand down hard on his balls. He flinched, his hands gripping the bed sheets for dear life as she made impact.
She had seen the porn. She had seen how he’d been responding to her touch. She knew he would tell her to stop if it was too much, but so far, the only thing coming from him were moans born from a cocktail of pain and pleasure. He loved this, and she had to admit, she was loving it, too. So again and again, she hit the two sore balls in her hand, slapping them, even punching them - he seemed to enjoy the wedding ring slamming into his nethers.
She had almost forgotten about Ace until the doorbell rang.
“Stay,” she ordered her husband, standing up and dashing to the closet to dig for a robe. She threw the thin, lacy black material around her shoulders and headed for the front door.
When she opened the door, the first thing she noticed was Ace’s massive bulge, pushing a tent into his sweatpants that she was sure the neighbors could see if they peered through their blinds. “Demi, hey!” he said cheerfully, pulling her in for a hug. She breathed in the scent of him as she pressed her face into his pectorals, and it sent a chill down her spine.
This was really happening.
Ace leaned down and whispered right against her ear. "I asked you to be wet for me when I got here. Are you?"
Her heart felt like it was going to pound right out of her chest. "Yes." Her voice was nothing more than a breath of warm air.
"Good girl." Ace moved past her and made his way into the house. "So where is the little cuckold, anyway?"
"Upstairs."
She led him up to the bedroom, feeling his eyes on her ass the whole time. She couldn't shake the feeling that this was a fantasy - some sort of daydream she was currently drooling over while doing laundry or washing dishes. But it was real, it was happening. She was living it.
When they arrived in the master bedroom, she was sadistically pleased to see that Arthur had followed her directions to stay put, though apparently not of his own accord. He was curled at the head of the bed among their many assorted pillows, his hands cupped over his sore, measly little package. His face was pale and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. "That's him," Demi said, her voice coming out a little more disdainful than she wanted.
"That's him?" Ace repeated with a scoff, pulling his black wife-beater over his head. Demi could only marvel at the muscles rippling underneath the fabric, and had to pry herself away to strut over to her husband. "Demi, baby, you could've at least picked someone with a little more… everything."
"Hey!" Arthur tried to protest.
"Quiet," Demi spat, and she grinned as he shriveled away from her. She looked back at Ace. "So… how do you wanna do this?" Ugh, that's awkward. But how else was she supposed to get things moving? She was at least brave enough for now to be the icebreaker.
Ace studied her for a moment. "Take the robe off," he ordered. She gulped, and did as told. The sheer fabric fell in a lacey black puddle around her. Cool air brushed over her bare skin, and she took a deep breath as Ace sauntered over to her. He glanced at her husband, who, though still huddled in a mess of soreness, was watching with a strange intentness. Demi smirked to herself - she knew he wanted this. Was it sinful? Yes. But if she was honest with herself, it was so much fun.
Ace turned away from Arthur to instead look into Demi's eyes. His calloused hands slid over her waist, feeling the curve down to her hips. She almost felt insecure about the imperfect little hip dips and the slight sag of her beginning-to-age skin, but she pushed the thought away. Arthur might not want her as much anymore, but Ace did.
In a flash, Ace had gripped her tight by the hips and pushed her onto her hands and knees on the bed. "Suck him," she heard him say firmly. "Show him all the little tricks you used to use in high school." As he spoke, two of his fingers found her pussy, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan as he slid them up from her clit to her hole, circling the entrance teasingly.
Arthur gave her one last pleading look, though this time it was less of "please don't do this" and more "please don't hurt me", and she felt her clit throb as she realized it. Ignoring the begging glint in her husband’s eyes, she leaned forward and took hold of his dick, which barely even filled her palm. Her tongue poked out of her mouth as Ace’s fingers pushed into her hole, and she moaned softly as she licked a circle around Arthur’s tip. The beta male bit his lip, clearly unsure how to feel about all of this. Demi could see it written all over his face - he was turned on to the point of bursting, but he knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t want this as bad as he did.
Her lips closed around the head of her husband’s cock as Ace fingered her. Up and down she moved her mouth along the inferior shaft, while her new beau’s fingers worked inside her, curling to hit her g-spot. She moaned again as he pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed in circles, and the vibrations coming from her mouth seemed to send a shiver down her husband’s back that radiated through his whole body, his thighs quaking ever-so-slightly as her tongue traveled down to the base of his short member and then back up to the frenulum, flicking her tongue in an S-shape before sucking hard on the shaft.
Ace suddenly removed his fingers, and she groaned, frustrated at the sudden emptiness, until she felt his bare cockhead sliding back and forth over her wet pussy. There was only a moment of hesitation before he pushed slowly into her completely raw, his cock stretching her like nothing she’d ever felt before, and she gagged even on the smallness of her husband as she felt the strain of her walls around Ace’s girth. He pushed as deep as he could go, and Demi groaned as his hips met hers and his cock pressed painfully against her cervix, her mouth still wrapped wetly around her husband.
Ace pulled out until his tip was just barely inside of her, then snapped his hips against hers so that every inch of his massive cock was slammed into her at once. The motion sent her surging forward, and she choked as Arthur’s dick touched the back of her throat for a moment. She pulled off, sputtering, as Ace pulled out again. “Too hard?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
Demi ignored Arthur’s soft voice asking her name, checking on her, and looked over her shoulder at Ace. “More,” she purred, grinning. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
She turned back around and continued sucking her husband, given only a moment of peace before Ace slammed back into her at full force, sending her forward again and making Arthur moan as his short length disappeared into her throat. “Shut it, cuck,” Ace snarled, picking up the pace of his hips until Demi was sure he would destroy her. Suddenly she was in absolute ecstasy. Ace’s relentless pounding was sure to leave a bruise on her cervix, his huge cock pushing her belly out with every quick, hard thrust. Fuck, she was loving this.
Arthur could see it, too, and he hated himself for loving it so much. He knew he should feel disgusted, even angry, seeing this tall, muscled, attractive man fucking his wife. But all he could think about was how wonderfully small and insignificant he felt, and how he was barely deserving of her expertly-working lips and tongue on his dick.
His body felt frozen - otherwise he would’ve moved his hands from gripping the bed sheets to tangling in her hair. He watched, wide-eyed, as each powerful thrust from the bull made his precious wife choke on his measly little pecker. He groaned through gritted teeth as her tongue moved to the base - she licked a perfect stripe up the length of it, her tongue swirling around the tip inside her mouth, before darting down to the base as she sucked hard on it in little spurts of effort. She was nursing him in time with the strong hips of her ex-boyfriend. Ace’s hard, fast fucking was making her ass jiggle like Arthur had never seen before - he’d never even had her in this position. The knowledge that sweet, innocent housewife Demi was capable of being such a slut was unnervingly invigorating.
Despite his sore, aching balls, he could feel his own orgasm building fast. His face was hot with embarrassment as he squirmed. He was used to it by now - the too-soon emissions that he had been complacent with for his entire marriage so far - but in the face of such a powerful man fucking his wife, someone who was much bigger and stronger and was showing no signs of stopping anytime soon, he suddenly felt like a much lesser man for being so close so soon.
But it wasn’t like he had much of a choice. Demi reached forward clumsily with one hand and grabbed his sore balls again, squeezing them hard, until he was sure they were going to pop before she let go. When she did release him, she kept her hand wrapped around them, testing the weight of each one in turn, pressing them between her fingers as carefully as she could while Ace fucked her from behind, grunting and groaning in pleasure like a lion in heat.
It towards him in a flurry of warmth that spread all over his body like a flood. It tingled at the end of every nerve, and he trembled as his inferior cum spilled into his perfect wife’s mouth. This was more powerful than any orgasm he’d had before, however sparse they had been in his efforts to remain holy. It shook him to the fingertips and made his toes curl, his teeth grinding together as he shut his eyes and groaned. This was, quite possibly, the most intense orgasm he’d ever had, and he wasn’t sure if it was heightened to this point by the manipulations of his wife’s tongue, the image of such a magnificent bull railing her like a two-dollar whore, or the certainty that he was undeserving of such euphoria.
Demi pulled away, her head falling as she swallowed the small load from him and let herself be fucked. Arthur watched in dizzy awe as she took it like a skilled pornstar, his mind reeling, his body buzzing all over. Ace, who had been glowing with pride as he stared down at Demi’s perfect ass, took notice of Arthur’s sudden release and grinned, pulling out of Demi’s pussy with a loud, wet noise and grabbing her hard around the hips, tugging her onto her back without much protest from her. “Watch this, little man,” he growled - and Demi tipped her head back and damn near screamed in pleasure as Ace suddenly dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and put his mouth on her pussy.
Arthur was frozen in fascination. He watched, just as instructed, as Ace sucked hard on Demi’s clit before pulling off with a pop and flicking his tongue rapidly over the little nub. The unrecognisably beautiful woman moaned, her hands in her hair as her lover switched from quick, sharp flicks to long strokes of his flat tongue up and down the entirety of her pink pussy, and Arthur felt his heart racing as he stared at them. He had the perfect view, with Demi’s head right under his bent, shaking legs.
Ace took one more moment to suck on her clit before pulling away. “See that, cuck?” he spat, and Arthur nodded without realizing it. “Try to copy what you can - we’ll see whether she likes my cock or your tongue better.”
What? Ace wanted him to go down on her? He wasn’t sure he ever had, and frankly the idea of it had always seemed unappealing. But now, all bets were off, and he knew this was the time for him to completely and totally submit. He watched as Ace lined himself up with Demi’s pussy once again, sliding in effortlessly. Arthur bit his lip and readjusted until his hips were up by Demi’s head, and he could smell the musk of her sopping-wet cunt. Ace was already fucking her hard and fast, but he reached down with one hand and pulled up a bit on the skin just above her pussy, revealing the little pink nub that he’d been sucking on a moment ago.
Tentatively, he leaned down and poked his tongue out, flicking at the clit until Demi whimpered in between her moans. She tasted good - it was a new taste, but definitely not a bad one - and he found himself wanting more and more. He stretched his tongue out further, this time pressing it flat against her and lapping gently, like a dog.
“Is that the best you can do?” Ace growled, making Arthur stop and look up. He pulled out, one hand moving to rub Demi’s pussy in short, sharp little circles that had her squirming. The other hand grabbed a fistfull of Arthur’s thinning hair - and with a snarl of “worship her, you fucking bitch” from the bull, his mouth was suddenly stuffed full of the same cock massive cock that had just been deep in his wife.
Ace was unrelenting. As soon as his cockhead breached Arthur’s lips, he was pounding away, fast and hard like he had in Demi’s soaked pussy, and it took everything Arthur had not to choke and gag on it. He could feel his throat spasming around the tip of it, his chapped lips cracking as he stretched his mouth wider to accommodate the size. Demi said nothing, but he could feel her eyes on him, staring with a glee that perfectly matched her little giggles of excitement. She was clearly enjoying this, and the thought was only amplified by the glimpse of her that he caught in his peripherals. She reached down and started rubbing her pussy, circling over her clit with two fingers in short, quick circles. She was masturbating as she watched him get throatfucked by their bull.
And he was enjoying it.
He wasn’t such a sinner that he’d let himself be aroused by homosexuality, but the dominance of this man fucking his face like a toy. Being force-fed such a superior cock was driving him crazy with lust, and his sore, used dick was rock-hard. Am I a cuckold? The thought crossed his mind before he could stop it, and as Ace ripped his cock unceremoniously from his mouth, he realized he didn’t particularly care. Fuck it, he [/i]loved this.
Ace moved Demi’s hand, pinning both her wrists to her belly and shoving himself back inside her. The hand that was still tangled in Arthur’s hair now pushed him into Demi’s pussy, his nose bumping her clit. “Worship her, you fucking faggot.”
Arthur did as told, this time with as much enthusiasm and effort as he could muster through his excited, ragged breaths. His tongue darted out to flick rapidly at his wife’s clit, and she was practically screaming in pleasure now as the two men worked on her together. Ace was using her pinned wrists as leverage to fuck her harder, until Arthur was sure there would be bruises all over her thighs and pussy lips tomorrow. He didn’t focus on that too much - instead, he reached around with both hands and spread her pussy lips further than Ace’s cock was already doing, his tongue slathering hungrily over her most sensitive spot before his lips latched on and he sucked on the engorged, bulging clit until Demi screamed louder and louder. Was she going to cum? He wasn’t sure he’d ever made her cum, now that he thought about it.
He was right. A second later, she was screaming at the top of her lungs. “Fuck, fuck! Fuck, [i]I’m cumming!!” She was shaking everywhere, and her body seemed to squirm without her even wanting it to. A rush of clear, sweet liquid suddenly burst from her pussy, painting Ace’s dick and stomach and choking Arthur as it splattered into his nose. He pulled away, sputtering as he came up for air, and could only watch as Ace fucked his wife through her orgasm.
Ace was so much bigger and stronger. It was all he could see, and he loved it. He loved how inferior he felt. He belonged here. His own dick was nothing to them - simply a punching bag. Ace was the true alpha, the real man, the one who deserved Demi’s perfect pussy. Unconsciously his hands had found his dick, and one hand stroked his small shaft while the other fondled his balls, which still remembered the ache of their earlier assault.
Ace pounded her for just a few moments more, the muscles in his arms straining as he put both his hands on Demi’s waist and used her like a little cocksleeve. She was still screaming as she rode the wave of her intense climax, her moans echoing through the entire room as Arthur touched himself. He couldn’t help it. She looked so beautiful there. Her tits bouncing. Her hair a mess. Her pussy spraying Ace with another load of squirt. Her eyes shut tight. Mouth open. Blushing. Sweating. Screaming…
Ace’s hips suddenly became sloppy and irregular, and in the next moment, he had driven himself home, his hips rutting hard against Demi’s pelvis as he pumped her full of his seed. Arthur could only watch as the magnificent beast shot his cum deep inside of her before pulling out until just the tip was inside, filling every inch of her stretched, abused pussy with hot semen.
Demi’s bare breasts rose and fell rapidly as she settled down, her body visibly shaking. She looked dazed, and Arthur knew she hadn’t been fucked like that in years.
His own head was buzzing with his regained arousal, and he hardly registered the next thing Ace said - but he saw Demi grin and sit up, trembling. Ace helped her to her feet, and suddenly one of them had grabbed Arthur and thrown him onto the floor, his head smacking roughly into the carpet. He looked up through dazed eyes to see Demi straddling his face, her pussy dripping. He barely had time to breathe before he was completely smothered, and a thick, salty substance spilled into his open mouth. His immediate reaction was to struggle, and he cried out in pain through the mouthful of cum as a hand landed a sharp blow to his balls.
“That’s right, Demi, baby,” Ace’s voice said, husky and low. “Beat him till he’s blue.”
Arthur was never given a chance to protest. His mouth was too full, anyways. Demi was grinding on his face now, causing more of Ace’s cum to spill out of her pussy and into his forced-open mouth. He cringed at the taste - sweat and salt and musk, together with the sweet taste of pussy in a woeful cocktail - but he knew he was meant to serve and please. He tried to ignore the taste and instead poked his tongue out, lapping gratefully at her pussy, listening to her moan. He couldn’t see Ace push his still-hard cock into Demi’s mouth, this time being uncharacteristically gentle.
Then again, if he had seen, he wouldn’t have found it in him to care. Not when Demi slammed her hand down on his balls again, and he cried out in pain, the sound muffled by her leaking pussy. Before he could recover, she hit him again, his balls squishing to either side of her fist as she brought it down on him. His legs curled up at the knees to try and protect him, but it was no use. Demi hit him again and again, until he was sure the poor jewels would pop at any moment.
He was never sure how long he laid there. His entire world, his whole concept of time, revolved around Demi’s sweet, delicate hands beating his dick and balls, her pussy oozing cum into his mouth, forcing him to swallow, and the powerful man easing himself in and out of her throat. His endless cries in response to Demi’s assault on his manhood were smothered by her entirely, and he could feel tears welling in his eyes and a sick feeling pooling in his lower abdomen. His face felt hot, and still, he endured.