I was still feeling the buzz when we got back to my apartment. And I could tell from the way you were giggling that you *certainly* were still feeling those drinks.
The stranger, though, was harder to read. It wasn’t just his height or his bulky muscular build… or even the expensive casual suit he wore that intimidated me. It was his stoic presence. The way his lips barely curled past a knowing, mischievous grin…
I still couldn’t believe how fast it was all moving. 3 hours earlier, you were asking me whether there was a fantasy I was eager to try. A couple drinks after that, I was explaining to you about cuckolding…
And then suddenly… there were three of us. Just when I’d thought that all the surprises would end after the first year of dating you.
*This is going too fast.*
He’d slipped out of his jacket with detached grace and extended it to me without a word. I took it instantly and hung it by the door.
But then I turned back to find his hands on you, running up and down that slinky red dress. My favorite dress. The dress you wore the first night that you and I…
“Fix us a drink.” His voice is deep. Almost deep enough that you can feel it resonate in your body.
“Thanks babe!” You punctuate his command with smiles and a polite giggle as his hand slips around your waist.
The two of you go off to the living room. I stay in the kitchen. I fetch glasses and a bottle of whiskey. I poke my head into the living room, intending to ask if either of you want ice.
And your arms are wrapped around his neck, your lips on his. He’s so much taller than you that you’re almost up on your toes, your body pressing into him.
*This is going too fast…*
I don’t ask. I fix the whiskeys neat.
When I enter the living room you back away from him. You stifle another laugh and blush. I hand over your drinks. You thank me. He doesn’t.
He saunters over to the couch and takes a seat. You go to follow him, but he snaps his fingers, stopping you dead in your tracks.
“Take her skirt off.” The stranger is talking to me.
You look at me. You take a sip. I look at him. He takes a sip.
He snaps his fingers again and I step closer to you.
My eyes are wide as I search yours for any sort of sign. Any hint of an SOS. But you only take another sip, and nod.
As I am now in arm’s reach of you, I can feel the heat radiating off of your body. You lift your arms up above your head, the glass still in your grasp. I start from the hem, working it up slowly… revealing stockings, black panties, black bra…
All for this stranger…
As the dress is pulled up over your arms, a little whiskey spills onto your breasts. “Oh… babe…” You say, with a hint of nervousness now… “Would you get a nap-…”
“No.” The stranger says. And that is that.
With his finger he beckons you. As you cross the room the light reflects off the liquid on your chest. There are another two chairs in the room, and yet I still stand. I feel like I have nowhere to land… to take refuge.
And then you’re seated next to him.
I clear my throat. “You know… we never really actually *discussed*… umm…” a light cough, clearing my throat again. “…ah… discussed ground rules… so maybe if we just…”
I stop talking. Why talk if no one is listening?
His hand is on your wrist… and your hand is resting in his lap, being guided lower…
And your eyes widen. “Oh my *God*…” you breathlessly mouth. And then you look at me, with this sad embarrassed expression as you smile and look back at our stranger. “Its so *big*.” This time I can actually hear your voice…
*This is going way too fast…*
I found my way to a seat by the time his trousers were unzipped. You weren’t wrong. And then came the light whimpering sounds from you as your fingers wrapped around that enormous thick cock, feeling its every inch as your grasp slid up and down…
I wasn’t even half of that size.
Your eyes were transfixed as you stroked it faster. There was almost a spell cast on you. Like a possession or something. Your breathing changed. Your face. Your body… it all seemed to huddle towards it… towards this cock.
It was as if the woman I’d been dating for a year had gradually disappeared. I never saw this side of you in the bedroom.
And so when his hand went to the back of your neck and forced your face down onto him, I said nothing. When you moaned with pleasure as your mouth struggled to fit him, to get yourself *all the way down*… I said nothing… when your hand slid down and massaged his balls… I only watched in silence.
And there was a new side to this stranger too, though I never doubted it might be there. A rougher, meaner side. Uncompromising. Perhaps sadistic, even.
When he’d had his fill, you were upright again… gasping for air. It seemed you were so dazed you barely took notice as the stranger’s hands went to your bra and unsnapped it, removing it deftly and tossing it aside. The panties, he handled with less deftness. His fingers went under the waist and curled into a fist, before he *ripped* your panties right off of you.
I caught a glimpse of the sheen. *I’ve never seen you this wet ever*.
*This has gone too far.*
You were panting. You were moaning. You were a completely different person. The stranger was stripping and your hands were all over his massive, muscular body. You were drooling. You were dripping.
You were *all his* now…
The stranger surveyed his surroundings. He saw the door to our bedroom. His hand was on your wrist. He led you in.
I got to my feet. I followed the two of you. I was almost at the door…
…when it slammed shut in my face.
I recognized the creaks of my bedframe, though they never creaked quite so loudly before… The headboard was pounding into the wall. I would surely catch hell the next morning from the neighbors. They complain when we listen to NPR in that room…
But of course… overpowering the bedframe and the crashing sounds against the wall… was you…
I could make out his voice too… he was giving you commands. Or asking you questions. Or maybe just talking. But whatever it was, it inspired you to very loudly compare me with the stranger. To cry out how much bigger he was. How I’d never taken her the way he did. How I wasn’t at all the man that he was.
It went on like that… well I honestly lost track of time. It was relentless. The stranger was relentless. But so were you. You never protested. You never said to stop. Oh sure, he was so big. Sometimes he was even *too* big. But you always asked for more.
And then you asked him to cum inside you. To breed you. To claim you. To make you *his*.
And he obliged.
I was down to my knees when he then regained his strength and did it all again. Time lost meaning.
But eventually… the door opened. The stranger walked out. Got dressed, and left without a word.
And there you were… sprawled on the bed, arms and legs extended. Your skin was caked in sweat. Your breasts were heaving with each gasping breath you took. And between your legs, I could see the fruits of his own efforts spattered about your thighs and pelvis… and dripping out of you…
I sat down on the bed. I looked at the floor.
I felt movement. You’d caught your breath and slowly came to a seat next to me. I felt your body lean into mine.
Your head rested on my shoulder. Your fingers slipped between mine. You reeked of exertion.
You said “I’m sorry.”
And I said “Me too.”
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