This is part two of yesterdays: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lykq59/i_couldnt_get_my_wife_pregnant_and_we_couldnt/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lykq59/i_couldnt_get_my_wife_pregnant_and_we_couldnt/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
My wife continued to spend long weekends at his place after we had kids, and I’d drop her off with the kids in the car seat. I began to suspect she was no longer trying to get pregnant, because I found birth control in the trash.
One weekend, her parents were watching the kids so I decided to go visit since I had not caught up with her lover for a while and he seemed like a nice guy. Usually, I had dinners over there every Sunday night. They’d go off into the bedroom afterwards. I usually watched through a crack in the door which my wife quietly made sure was there when I was there. He did not like me watching, and the one time he caught me, he told me to go home.
If she was on her period that week, he plowed her ass or fucked her face. He did that anyway, but on those weeks he really went heavy on the anal. When she was not on her period, I’d always climax quietly anytime I saw his semen fill her vagina.
But that weekend when I went to ring the doorbell, there was no answer. I rang again, and I heard the door unlock slowly. The door opened with a creak, and a beautiful older woman with a short hair cut answered. She had a sweater on that seemed barely able to contain her large breasts.
She seemed to have difficulty moving around, but smiled at me. “Oh, you’re my husband’s friend, we’ve never met. Come on in.”
I was shocked, and thought I had knocked on the wrong house. But, I followed her in and it was the same house. The house smelled like cookies.
“Jack and your wife went to his friend Harold’s house for the weekend,” she said matter of factly, “do you want to sit down for some coffee?” She motioned me over and started pouring coffee she had made earlier, her motions somewhat slow and labored, and her back seemed to arch.
“Ok,” so I sat down, not really knowing if she was mentally senile and maybe she wasn’t aware of what my wife and her husband were up to.
She sat down next to me with much more difficulty, and seemed relieved to be seated again. “You know your wife is going to be ruined, right?”
“What do you mean,” I asked, realizing she might have a clue.
She sipped her coffee. “It’s the giant cock, your wife is hooked on it. That old Harold’s cock is larger. He’s a dirty old man too, he makes Jack seem tame. Your wife is probably being double penetrated by both of them and some stranger probably has his cock in her mouth.”
My cock jumped up at the thought, and I shifted in my seat. She noticed, and smirked a little.
She put down her coffee, and struggled to get up. She started walking down the hall, with one hand on the side of the hallway. She turned towards me, “come on, follow me.”
I followed her, and she went into a room I had never seen. Inside was a neatly kept room with a bed and TV. A recliner sat to the side. She sat in the recliner, breathing out a large sigh. She motioned to the bed, “go, sit.” She turned on the TV and the volume was quiet as she fiddled with the remote.
“I used to be an athlete. Now I can barely walk, and I sit in here all the time. Thats why we never met before.” She kept pressing buttons on the remote, and changed one of the input settings. A blank screen came up, then a video started. It was her husband, and it was decades earlier. It was her with Jack, her younger face being fucked by his younger but still as large cock. The camera panned out and a large black man was behind her, with his purple cock jammed halfway in her ass.
The old woman began touching herself through her sweater, grabbing at her tits. “That’s Harold behind me right there. I fucked so much large cock that I have butt problems and I can’t fuck cock like that anymore.”
She pressed another button, and the video changed again, same sexual act, same two men, but they were older. The woman was my wife. “She’s been spending more time with Harold, they make videos and keep them in his collection. He doesn’t think I know.” My wife’s head was on the screen, with Harold’s purple cock fucking her mouth. The cameraman’s large black dick was visible from below the shot, and my wife was reaching out and stroking it. Jack was behind my wife, fucking her pussy slowly.
I couldn’t help but touch my cock, sitting there on the bed. Then I realized that I felt like I had just touched my dick in front of my grandmother and I felt embarrassed.
The old woman chuckled, “oh, it’s ok dear!”
She turned the volume down on the TV. “Come over here.”
I stood up off the bed and stood next to her recliner. She leaned back, pushing the button recline further. With one hand, she reached out and grabbed my crotch.
“Oooh, not nearly as big as my husbands, but see that is what I need.” She squeezed it harder, hurting a little bit. “This won’t hurt me at all like Jack’s huge cock. Your wife will come back to you once she’s like me.”
“Thanks,” I said, closing my eyes for a second to enjoy her touch. She kept squeezing with one hand, and with the other hand she tried to slip off her pants. I noticed her difficulty so I moved over and helped take them off. Her panties were large and took some effort. She still wore the sweater.
I stopped and looked at her figure, her legs still soft and smooth. Her pussy was hairy and unkept, and she had large lips. She spread her legs a little. “Come on, make yourself useful.”
I bent knelt in front of her, and she put her legs around my neck and pulled me closer. I began licking her pussy and sticking my finger up. She then turned the volume up again, even higher, and I could hear my wife moaning but could not see it because my back was turned to the TV.
The old woman moaned too with my wife, and she started screaming out for Jack. “Oh, Jack, I miss your cock so much, I wish my pussy could take it still.”
The mention of Jack made her pussy even wetter, and she started grabbing at her sweater. With one hand I helped her take it off, and her large bra barely contained her giant breasts. Her hands ran over them, and I ran one of my hands under the bra, squeezing her tits.
As I worked her clit faster with my fingers, she gushed on my face and let out a deep moan. Her body shuttered. Her hands touched my shoulder and I stood up, my penis erect and poking out of my zipper. She pulled me over and put her lips to my cock, her red lipstick forming a tight circle. I put my hand on the back of her head and stroked her white hair
One of her hands grabbed my shaft and began pumping, occasionally grabbing at my balls to keep me from finishing. Then she pulled me closer, and got my whole cock and balls into her mouth, and I yelled out as I orgasmed uncontrollably into her throat.
I collapsed next to her on the recliner, and she stung her tongue down my throat as we furiously made out. Somehow, my cock was able to get hard again, and she pulled me on top of her on the recliner. She put her legs behind me, and with one of her hands she pulled my cock into her vagina.
“See,” she said with a smile, “my pussy is so used to a Jack’s cock that yours is easy to fit in.” Her legs pulled me in further and my face fell on her shoulder. I grabbed her body and her hands grabbed my ass. She lightly spanked me, and as the sound of Jack orgasming all over my wife’s face played on the TV, I came in her hairy pussy.
I collapsed onto her, my cock still in her. She put her arms around me, and said “Jack doesn’t like it when I sleep with other men when he’s not around. If he finds out, you are in trouble. You better not let any of your cum get on the chair. Eat it all out of me. ”
I pulled out, and quickly got down by the recliner so I could eat her out again. My cum was slowly spilling out and I went to lick it before it fell out. Her juices were mixed with mine. It took me a little effort, but I was able to get all the cum that slid out of her.
We heard a garage door open, and we both perked up. “He’s home!” She was serious, and it made me act quickly to get clothes on. Despite being slow earlier, she quickly got her clothes on, and pulled me down the hall way back towards the kitchen. She motioned towards the coffees. She made it over to the oven, taking out cookies, quickly placing them on a plate and putting them near the table. She handed me one and took one her self.
As she sat, the door to the garage swung open and my wife walked in, followed by Jack and what I now knew was Harold. A third man followed, and I’m guessing this might be the cameraman. They were laughing as they walked in, but stopped when they saw me sitting with Jack’s wife.
Jack walked over to the cookies, and took one. “So, I guess I never introduced you to my wife.”
His wife’s demeanor changed completely, and her speech patterns. “Oh, this young man says he was looking for his wife. Do you know who she is?”
Jack turned towards her, and his voice raised and he spoke slowly, “Honey, you shouldn’t be out of bed. I don’t want you to get out and get lost. You shouldn’t be baking or drinking coffee.”
He walked over, and semi forcefully helped her out of the chair. He led her down the hall, and put her back in the room. He walked back over again.
“I am sorry, she hasn’t been right in the head for a long time. She often doesn’t know where she is.” Jack walked over to the coffee maker, turning it off. “We just came back here to get some of my liquor, but we will be heading back out, you can let yourself out.”
He stopped for a second, looking at the chairs and the coffee. “Harold, can you take everyone back now, I will head on over in the other car. I got something to do here for a bit.” My wife looked at me, a little concerned, but she followed them out.
When everyone was gone, he turned serious. “You didn’t fuck my wife, did you?”
I have a difficult time lying, but this seemed like the time to get good. “No, I just came here seeing what your dinner plans are. Your wife answered the door and she seemed confused and invited me in for coffee and cookies. She’s a nice old lady.”
He nodded a little, “oh… ok.” He walked over to me, knelt down to get to my face, and sniffed my breath. “You have cum on your breath.”
“No I don’t, that’s just your imagination.” He looked angry at me, but seemed willing to believe me. Then he turned down the hallway, entering his wife’s room. It was silent for a moment, then she screamed out, “leave him alone!” and he stormed out, and locked her door from the outside.
He walked as fast as he could towards me, and a vein on his forehead pulsed, “her breath smells like your breath. She made you eat your own cum our of her pussy and she sucked you off, didn’t she!”
I was silent.
He took out his cell phone, dialing a number. “Harold, you got our girl for the rest of the week. Make sure she fucks three new guys a day, and get it all on video. Let me know when you are able to stream the first one.”
I was not opposed to this as punishment, and seemed relieved. But he hung up and turned to me.
“If you are honest with me, you will only get three days of your punishment.”
“I didn’t do anything, I swear.”
He banged the counter hard. “Wrong answer!”
Even though he was older than me, he was much bigger and when he grabbed my arm and tossed me on the floor, he did it with ease. “Get in the bathroom right now!”
Down the hallway, his wife yelled out “Jack, please don’t do this, go easy on him!”
“You shut up!” When I hesitated a little, he grabbed me and picked me up. I got up, and he shoved me into the bathroom. The door locked when I was in there.
I heard closets open and shut. I was in this large empty bathroom with a huge mirror. The door was unlocked again and he came in holding a bag. “I am going to restrain you for this.”
I was too shocked to protest as he took each arm and chained it to each sink. After they were chained, I he reached around and undid my belt, and pulled off my pants. He slid my boxers off with it. He left my shirt and socks on. I heard his belt get undone, and his pants dropped. I could see in the mirror he was readying the belt to spank me.
“Jack, I am not really into this, I am sorry I lied to you.”
He froze in place. “So you admit you lied to me and you fucked my wife?”
“Yes.”
This did not help things. “I was just going to spank you for 24 hours on and off, but now I am going to have to increase the punishment. You are going to call in sick this week at work. You will be in this bathroom here. You will eat and sleep here, and be restrained here for one week. That is the only way I can forgive you.”
“What will I be doing?”
“He slid his boxers off, his giant angry old cock pulsated out. His hands cupped my bare butt. “You have a really nice ass, actually nicer than your wife’s.” He spanked it once. “I’ve already kindof ruined your wife too. She’s on to bigger men, believe it or not.” He spanked it again, and his fingers went in and out of my asshole. I lost my breath, a little uncomfortable. “Daaaamn” he shouted, laughing. “You ARE tight.”
” I am an ass man to be honest. If your wife’s ass ain’t as tight it just isn’t as fun. To be honest, I am almost done with her.”
He loosened the restraints so I could move more, enoungh to stand. He turned me around, and as he towered over me, he pushed down on my head.
I hesitated, but he pushed harder. I knelt down, and opened my mouth. Right as I opened, he thrust as much in as he could, and pushed the back of my head. I immediately noticed it tasted like my wife’s pussy. I gagged, and then he started face fucking me.
“Its not nice to fuck another man’s wife without permission, do you understand?”
I could barely breathe, I started crying. I nodded with his huge cock in my mouth.
He seemed angrier, and began fucking my face harder. My face kept hitting his belly, and I could barely breathe through my nose because of that.
Thankfully it ended, and he came hard down my throat. “That ought to wash out the taste of your own cum and my wife.” I tried to back his cock out. He thrust his cock in deeper to make sure I couldn’t spit it out. “Eat it all dipshit – the only calories you will be allowed this whole week is my cum.”
I swallowed, thinking that this load enough seemed enough calories for a day. Despite trying to swallow, as he pulled his cock out more came out. “Lick it off, c’mom,” he said quietly. I did.
He disappeared. A few hours later he came back with a few butt plugs. “I will be nice enough to work your way up.” He slid them in successfully and I grimaced, then he disappeared again. He would come back usually every hour to make me suck him off while showing me videos of my wife fucking strangers, because he said he cared about me enough to ensure I got enough calories.
Two days later he walks in and says “its time.” My cock got hard at the though, and he nodded. “See, I told you.” This time he bent me over, and slid it in and while I did yell, I welcomed it. His punishment came down hard for the next hour – he said he took pills so he could keep it up for hours. He wanted to ensure a good punishment for this part. He fucked me and kept going even when I came.
Finally, as his sweat covered my backside and his musk filled the room, he let out a large groan and his cock unloaded in my ass. He put his weight on me and relaxed, and I reached out and kissed his hand. He pulled it back.
He left after, and his cum was still dripping out of my ass when he came back later to feed me cum.
After four more days of this, he finally let me go. When I left, he told me he had made videos and sent them to my wife.
“Oh, one more thing.” He said, as I hobbled down the hallway, barely able to walk. “If you fuck my wife again, you will get that again.” He smiled, and my dick got hard at thought.
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