Brett

 

The asshole was everything I’d feared. He’d pulled out of my beautiful wife with barely a wince, shoving his dick back in his pants like this was a day at his swanky office and nothing more.

He was a slippery fish, a cold-faced cunt without any hint of emotion as my Grace whimpered and squirmed.

I guess that’s when it hit me for sure, the nasty reality that this was something more for him. Fuck knows what, or why, but this wasn’t about taking another man’s woman. It wasn’t even about taking my beautiful Grace.

Whatever he was spending fifty grand of his cash on was beyond cheap thrill-seeking. It felt personal somehow. About something I should fucking know about but didn’t. About me.

But that was crazy. Batshit. Crazier even than this bizarre sex show.

I shoved the insanity aside as I caught my breath and forced my hand away from my straining dick.

The last thing I wanted to give the prick was the glory of seeing me jizz in my fucking pants while he fucked my woman. Fuck that for a fucking laugh.

I knew she was as fucked-up as I was when he turned his back and she looked right over. I knew she could see the grim hate on my face, even with my dick still swollen. I wanted to tell her it was alright, that we’d be alright. That the prick was a nobody, even if he was playing her like a dirty fucking professional. That he’d be gone in the morning and she’d be back in our own bed where she belonged.

But I didn’t want to say a word in front of that smug asshole.

I managed a smile, and it was enough. I relaxed as she did, taking a breath along with hers as she let herself calm down.

I’d have gladly strangled the motherfucker ten times over before kneeing him in his big brass bollocks for the thrill, but it would be playing into his hands somehow.

Not only was he a slippery fish, but he’d done this before. It was obvious. His composure was obvious. As was the fact he’d fucked a whole shit ton of pussy before hers.

I guess that’s what irked me as much as the rest of it. Sure, I knew how to get my wife off. I knew what she liked, what she didn’t and what drove her out of her pretty mind. But this… whatever this crazy shit was, was well out of my remit.

We sucked, fucked and came. Many times over some nights. Enough that we’d last a lifetime through and still never tire of it.

We didn’t have a whole fucking truck full of dirty sex toys waiting in line on a nightstand. I didn’t truss steel chains under our bed ready to clamp my wife in position whenever I wanted to fuck her brains out. I didn’t make her scrabble against a plastic sheet with crotchless fucking knickers on.

Maybe I should have.

Maybe I would from this night forward.

Who the fuck even knew what we’d be doing in bed after this shit show.

My balls ached with the horrible notion that I’d be thinking about another man’s cock in Grace’s pussy when I was buried deep inside her forever more. Because it was shit but true that I liked it. It was fucked-up beyond all reason, from some random dimension that made no sense whatsoever, but I couldn’t argue with the straining hard fact in my jeans.

I liked watching her whimper and grunt as her pussy took someone else in front of me. I liked the thought of her stretching around someone else’s meat, even if they were a sad sorry cunt with more money than fucking sense.

She didn’t see him approach her and drop to his knees at the bottom of the bed. She jolted like a fish on a line as he tugged her down the bed, draping her legs over his shoulders as the prick ripped those fancy knickers right off her.

My own mouth watered as he took a taste of her, knowing full well how delicious that puffy pink pussy would be against his tongue.

She hadn’t seen the big purple dildo he’d stuffed down by his knees ready to go. Her eyes widened blankly as the dirty prick spoke up at her.

“Now, now, pretty Grace. We’re just getting started,” he told her, smug as shit. “Let’s see just how much this tender little pussy can take, shall we?”

He was quick with it, thumping the toy against her clit three times over before he jammed the head inside. She couldn’t move, not with the chains stretched tight, but I could. I was halfway to my feet before I grabbed a hold of myself, slamming back into the chair with my fists clenched tight.

He hadn’t fucking shot his load yet. Wasn’t even close. As much as I hated the asshole, I wasn’t a man to go back on my word, and Grace wasn’t a woman who’d go back on hers either. No spunk, no cash. Not even the twenty-five we’d already dug deep into.

She was wet enough to take the toy, even if she hissed out her breath as he pushed it all the way. It was bigger than his dick, bigger than mine too. I hated how much I hated not being able to see the way her pussy stretched up close.

But I could see enough to set my balls off again. Her perky nipples jutting up at the ceiling. The excitement in her eyes as she stared down at the man fucking her with plastic. The base of that purple dick straining her hungry slit open wide.

He circled it deep, still jammed in all the way. Slow and smooth, knowing the right fucking motions to make her moan all over again.

Maybe I should pay him back some of the fifty fucking grand for some lessons in how to be a filthy cunt. If there wasn’t such undeniable hate sizzling between us, I may have shaken the prick’s hand and congratulated him on a job well done.

He took an age over fucking her with the big purple dong, teasing her slow, even as she started rocking for more.

I didn’t touch my dick, even though it hurt with the strain. I kept my hands clenched tight on the armrests, counting down the minutes like I wanted them to end.

I did, and I didn’t. I’d lost track of everything but hate and hard on by the time that wanker was working her back up to frantic whimpers.

He left the toy inside her when he got back to his feet and went for another. She saw him this time, and saw the monster in black he was carrying back to her.

“I can’t…” she protested. “I can’t take that…”

“You can,” he told her, and he was so confident she believed him, parting her legs nice and wide as he pulled out the purple and rubbed the big fat head of black around her swollen pussy lips.

Her grunt was loud enough that I gritted my teeth when he eased it inside her. His thumb brushed her clit as he pushed deep, and even though her thighs narrowed on the bed before him, she didn’t balk at the strain.

“I’ll never go back to normal…” she whimpered, and he laughed that low bastard laugh of his.

“I promise you, you will, sweetheart,” he said. “You might not want to, but you will.”

And there it was. That asshole edge I’d known was there since that very first night. The asshole edge in him that knew he’d change my wife forever with his crazy fucking pussy mastery.

“Lift your legs up,” he told her, and she did it without question, pulling them up to her chest and dropping them wide. His angle was brutal but she took it all, her wetness squelching loud enough for her cheeks to blush a whole new shade of pink.

“I can’t wait to show you how pretty your cunt looks when it’s gaping,” he said, and even though it brought the bile up in the back of my throat, my dick pulsed so hard I thought I was gonna fucking blow.

I looked away at the bathroom door, just to keep myself together, only daring to look back over when the sack of shit groaned along with her.

The toy plopped free of her pussy with a squelch, and she really was open wide, stretched raw as he angled her shaking body to the mirror to give me a clear fucking view.

His dirty fingers hooked inside and splayed her, his eyes on mine as he forced that hole to its full stretch.

I’d never seen her like that.

I hated how much my mouth watered as I stared at the gaping tunnel another man had drilled wide.

“Beautiful,” he said. “A little more play and she’d take two in one. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Mrs Foster?”

His eyes were still brimming with spite as he cracked me a grin.

“Only I don’t share,” he added. “Only fools share such precious things.”

I could have pounded him into a bloody pulp, but still my dick twitched in my pants as he slammed that black monster back inside.