Everyone's Wife

by Roland B Dahl

  “Hi, Trent,” Mark offered a handshake and his hand that was dwarfed by the size of Trent’s palm.

  “Hey, man,” Trent curved his sensual lips into a sincere smile.

  The awkward silence was interrupted by Ella.

  “Do you want something to drink, or we can go straight to the bedroom?” she asked.

  Her hand skimmed across Trent’s chest gracefully. He glanced at Mark, looking like a man asking for permission. Ella raised her chin and stood on her toes to wrap her arms around Trent’s neck. He accepted the kiss with a smile, leaning down for her hips.

  “Don’t mind him,” she whispered. “You promised a few things today.”

  “I did, baby,” Trent exhaled with his nose rubbing her cheek.

  “Bedroom. Now,” Ella chuckled and pointed at the staircase.

  Mark followed them up, once again humbled by the presence of another man and confused about his sudden arousal. When the trio was in the bedroom, Mark sat on his footstool and the couple was kissing by the side of the bed.

  “You look particularly great tonight,” Trent complimented her. “This is how I pictured you.”

  “Thank you,” she giggled. “You look sexy, too. That uniform does you no justice.”

  Ella took off his jacket hastily and proceeded to remove his shirt just as impatiently, as though she was opening a Christmas present. Trent’s handsome torso lit a fire in her eyes. His powerful muscles strained his glistening skin; his chest looked strong and beautifully carved with a large crack separating them. Lower down, the man’s abs stuck out like six perfect squares. Trent’s shoulders were rounded and layered by long, massive muscles that ended up around his pyramid-shaped biceps and heavy triceps.

  Ella gasped at the sight of that Herculean body and ran her hands all over his torso, admiring the shapes and firmness of each of his muscles. Trent watched her with a smile of a man who had seen such a reaction from women before. Ella felt up his abs and enveloped his chest, giggling when her hands almost disappeared between his pecs.

  “You’re jacked,” she whispered.

  Her hand sailed southward.

  “Are you jacked down here?” she smiled.

  “You’ll see,” he watched her intensely.

  They began kissing as her hand rubbed his bulge. After that moment, Mark did not exist for them. Ella was busy feeling Trent’s cock, and he was greedily fondling her firm tits. Mark watched those big hands handle his wife, pull her closer and clutch her head as he kissed her. Then Trent lifted her with ease and carried her across the room like she was weightless. He threw her on the bed and she bounced up with a giggle. He leaned down and kissed her passionately. Then his hands grabbed the edges of her dress, just above her tits and tugged on it fast. The material tore at the seams all the way down to her belly button, revealing her red bra. Trent’s eyes were burning with passion and Ella looked frightened and aroused at the same time.

  Mark watched Trent tower over Ella, ripping her dress with ease and scanning her body with hungry lust in his stare. Everything he had felt with Greg Robson the night before was multiplied by at least seven that night. His wife was reduced to a sex doll, just like she said earlier. She was the flesh that needed to be taken, groped, and fucked. The bulge in Trent’s pants was clearly visible to Mark and he felt dwarfed once again. That big, young man was not going to be gentle, he knew that much, and it made him feel sad and excited at the same time. The thought of Trent pummeling Ella filled Mark with anticipation that could not compare to the one he had felt the night before. Ella’s slightly frightened stare made things even hotter for him. He was certain, at that moment, they were feeling the same kind of emotions.

  Trent began removing his pants as he stood by the edge of the bed, looking down at the hotwife sitting on her heels with her dress ripped down to her hips. When his pants slid down to his thighs, Ella gasped again. To say that Trent was a well-endowed man would be an understatement. His massive dick resembled a thick fire hose dangling between his thighs. It was not even fully erected and it was almost the same size as Ella’s forearm. He removed his trousers and threw them on the floor. For one brief moment, as he looked down at Ella, hungry for her body, Mark observed Trent’s big muscular body, his hairless skin, and bulging muscles that strained the skin glistening in the faint light of the room. But most of all, the man’s penis impressed Mark. He closed his eyes fearfully, wondering how that big thing was even going to penetrate his wife.

  Trent stroked it slowly as he got closer to Ella. His big hand pulled her head into his crotch and met no resistance. He held his dick with the other hand like a baseball bat and aimed the tip of it at her lips. It was twitching in anticipation of contact with her face. Ella parted her lips and looked up at Trent as he jammed that big thing into her mouth. He grunted approvingly and licked his lips as he watched his dick stretch her lips. Her head was clasped between his hands and Trent started pushing his hips back and forward. Only about a third of his gigantic monster could fit in there, but the big guy was more than happy with that. Ella’s throat made gulping noises as Trent’s thrusts became more intense. At moments, he would pull out, with his cock sticking out fully erected, just to give her a chance to catch a breath and reenter her mouth with even more force.

  Saliva dripped down her chin and her breathing was broken up by the rough pushes. With her head trapped between his hands, she occasionally looked up at him with pleading eyes but received no mercy.

  “I’ve been dreaming about fucking your pretty face for so goddamn long,” Trent muttered through his teeth.

  Ella steadied herself by clutching his thighs unable to move her head or control any of the motions. She was entirely under his control, dominated by the horny man with a lot of accumulated desire for her. Mark watched that big dick sliding in and out of his wife’s mouth, stretching her lips and straining her cheeks. His powerlessness at that moment had reached its peak and his cuckoldry was as ultimate as it gets. All he could do was marvel in the man’s ability to pace himself and enjoy fucking Ella’s face so intensely. It looked like he had planned every motion, every thrust, and every angle of his penetrations. Mark was almost certain that Trent had played that scenario many times in his head and was now acting on it. The way he used his wife was exhilarating. In such a quick escalation, she had turned into a fuck toy that her new lover really knew how to use. Her sudden submissiveness and total unwillingness to resist made Mark’s blood boil. She had given up, abdicated, and voluntarily given her body to Trent in the sexiest possible way. Her eyes said she liked it and her smile, when his dick was not in her mouth, said it all. She had given herself to him. That night, she belonged to Trent and was his to take. It looked like he had all the control over her and such display of power humbled Mark and aroused him in an even newer way.

  “It’s so big,” she gasped with saliva dripping down her chin.

  Trent released her hand only to unhook her bra and set her ample breasts free. His long arms reached down and he slapped and fondled those beauties as Ella sucked his dick passionately. He complimented her skills, cheered on and grunted with satisfaction. He pulled out his dick and lifted it up while offering his balls to her tongue. She licked and sucked them thoroughly, while he stroked his dick, tilting his head back, and savoring the sensations with a long moan. Then he suddenly reached down again, ripped what was left of her dress and threw it on the floor. Without wasting another second, his hands ripped her panties, as well as his dick, swung like a sword thirsty for blood.

  Ella was taken aback by his actions and the speed at which things were happening, powerless to do anything about it. He manhandled her like a toy gifted to him for unknown reasons, determined to get the best out of it. Mark was overwhelmed as well, knowing what was coming next on the edge of the seat. After glancing at Ella, he saw that his wife only observed Trent’s actions with a hint of nervousness in her eyes. She did not initiate anything, nor did she move without the man’s approval. Her spirit looked tamed, and he
r body did not struggle, either. That caused a hurricane in Mark’s head, shattering his ego to pieces and annihilating any anxiety that was still left in him. He surrendered to the thrill of watching the worst-case scenario play out in front of him, giving up on resisting that primal urge with ease. His wife needed Trent, but Mark needed him, too.

  Trent pulled Ella’s hips to the edge of the bed roughly, lifted her left leg onto his shoulder and jammed the third of his dick into her pussy fast and hard. She wailed with her eyes wide open. As he went in deeper, her brows waggled and she looked like she was about to cry. Instead, she moaned with her lips pursed and her eyes popping out of her skull. Her body was shaking violently as Trent pounded her hard. She looked down at that big thing piercing between her labia, expanding her tiny hole excessively. He held onto her leg while smashing into her with great force. Ella collapsed on the bed and began rubbing her clit with one hand while clutching the sheet with the other. Her back arched, her entire body twisted and jerked while Trent plowed her at a fast and steady pace. To Mark, watching that big dick push its way into her small pussy was a sight that launched him into the seventh heaven. That was the whole purpose of it, that was what he wanted to feel, that was the high. A wave over dry orgasm washed over him, electrifying every nerve in his body, filling every pore with incredible pleasure. His eyes welled up, and he thought his heart would burst out of his chest and smash into a wall. He bit his lower lip so hard that tiny drop blood rolled down his chin.

  Trent was not slowing down; he let Ella’s leg fall off his shoulder and he reached down, grabbing her tits roughly as if keeping her body in place by holding them hard. His powerful hips moved quickly while his torso was stationary. He knew what he was doing, was aware of his size and thickness, and knew what he wanted to feel. Ella was in a trance, oblivious to Mark’s presence, or the presence of anything in that room, to be honest. His lengthy, thick cock probed inside of her, stretching every little tissue, reaching depths that no man had ever reached and she looked like he had fucked her into a hypnotic state where her orgasm was never-ending and breathtaking.

  Her new lover picked her up and she locked her hands behind his neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist like two elegant snakes with feet locked just above his buttocks. Trent was standing, holding her by the buttocks with his dick still buried inside of her. Ella looked like she was climbing that tree of bulging muscles. Then he began pumping again, throwing her body up and in the air and back onto his dick. She was as light as a feather to him and he handled her with ease and grace. She bounced on his dick as her hair flew and swayed around her head. Trent watched her face and the expression that was a blend of surprise, shock, and pleasure.

  He carried her across the room effortlessly, while still pumping her hard. Minutes went by and Ella’s screams were becoming louder and more desperate. He kissed her and kept complimenting her beauty, her tightness, and wetness. He whispered that her pussy was, indeed, warmer than any pussy he had ever fucked as Ella’s juices dripped down his cock and balls. Mark could see how stretched her lips were and how big that thing looked compared to her vagina. The sight made his heart skip several beats.

  Trent put her on the floor and turned her around. Then he pushed her torso onto the bed, bending her over the edge of it with her feet still on the floor. He admired the view for just a brief moment before positioning himself behind her. That big cock was in her pussy the very next second. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back, yanking her head as far back as it could go, and then he plowed away. Her buttocks rippled under him and her skin clapped against his. Each of his thrusts was followed by her loud moans and grunts. She stared at the ceiling, once again trapped in his powerful grip and overtaken by his powerful hammering. Mark only saw his buttocks flexing and moving back and forward. His wife was receiving a pummeling she deserved and she acknowledged that with broken up sobs. She looked so small compared to Trent at that moment, and so incapable of controlling the pace or even the positions. Her body looked completely relaxed as Trent pinched and slapped her buttocks, squeezed her shoulders, and held her arms together behind her back.

  He lifted her again, placing her knees on the mattress. She was on all fours, with her head right next to the headboard. When he began pumping again while standing and his knees bent, her head banged against the headboard. She did not mind or did not feel that at all. Those beautiful tits swayed in the rhythm of his savage thrusts and she was having a hard time finding balance, so she held onto the headboard with both hands. The vicious and relentless pounding continued, pushing her entire body away from him. He lifted her hips and bent her into a pretzel. The back of her head was on the mattress, her back was pressed against the headboard and her ass was perched high up, making it possible for her to watch the penetration from underneath. Her feet were dug into the mattress as if she was in a half-standing position. Her elbows were bent like she was doing push-ups and she watched his balls dangle and his dick ravaging her pussy from underneath.

  He held her hips in place and was careful enough not to push them down and cause Ella a severe injury. He knew just how hard to press, so he stood with his knees bent and his hips moving rapidly. Ella was wailing the whole time, while he used her pussy any way he wanted. He rammed into it at different angles, different paces, and different depths. He pulled it out a few times only to jam it in again and enjoy the sensation of a new puncture, and her pussy sounded like it was eating a tasty dish loudly.

  After a series of shallow penetrations, Trent pulled her hips back, setting her free from an uncomfortable position. He arranged her body like a puppeteer, so she was lying face down, with her thighs pressed together, and her arms above her head. He straddled her ass and pulled her buttocks apart. He wiggled his hips until his dick disappeared between her ass cheeks, finding her pussy again. Then he threw himself onto her, jamming his entire length into her. Ella buried her face in the pillow and released a muffled grunt.

  Trent was jumping on her at this point, fucking her savagely. She was pinned down under him, powerless to move, and she was loving it. He lay down on top of her, almost covering her body completely, with only her legs visible between his. His hips pushed forward, fucking Ella into the mattress. His face was pressed against the back of her head and he was steadying himself on his elbows to her sides. It was a sight that could be seen in wrestling, with his body enveloping hers as if shielding her from a hand grenade. To Mark, it looked like Trent was trying to absorb Ella, push himself into her completely. The roughness of the act and the beauty of Ella being taken in that position brought another way of pleasure to Mark. There was no more anger, no more resistance, no more sadness about her being fucked by someone else. The only thing that was left was joy he still hated.

  After more than five minutes of rough fucking, he saw Trent’s body tremble. His hips moved erratically and his buttocks flexed several times. Loud grunts were in sync with those flexes as the man filled Ella’s pussy with his cum. Mark watched that man relieve himself inside of her. As if making sure his sperm went deep inside, he pushed forward harder than ever a few times. When he was done, he got up and looked down at her pussy drenched in jizz. Ella breathed heavily, making a strand of hair dance in front of her face. Trent was smiling, still not acknowledging his lover’s husband’s presence.

  Mark looked down and saw a big bulge in his pants.

  “I think it’s time for you to leave,” he told Trent.

  The man nodded and got dressed in haste. Ella looked at him with a smile.

  “So, can I call you?” he asked her.

  “This was a night-night stand,” Mark answered for her and saw the man out.

  As he left the house, Trent stood on the porch and looked at Mark.

  “I’m sorry, man,” he said.

  Mark slammed the door shut and went back to the bedroom. He saw Ella’s torn dress, stained by sperm on the bed next to her. She was sitting down with her feet on the floor, sweaty, tired, and bruised from the rough to
uching. After glancing at his pants, she muttered:

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of that?”

  He left the room without saying a word.

  CHAPTER 6

  Mark set the table again the next morning. Ella came down, wearing her pink robe, looking like she had not slept very well.

  “You’re not going to work?” he asked.

  “I will. In a few hours,” she answered as she sat down.

  Mark watched her as she ate sausages he had prepared for her. He ignored the fact that he was aroused and took a long sip of his coffee.

  “You told him it was a one-time thing,” she said after a few minutes. “So, you wanna stop this charade now?”

  “Not yet,” he said.

  Ella’s famous rebellious smile appeared on her face.

  “Okay,” she snickered. “I will find another guy for tonight.”

  “Actually, let me find the next guy,” Mark said.

  “Okay,” she said after thinking for a few seconds. “I’m fine with that, too.”

  He did not want to meet another stranger at his doorstep, and most of all, he did not want another man who would dominate her as Trent did. It felt a lot more comfortable to pick the next lover himself. Mark was already feeling his libido waking up, and he was certain their sex life would be normal very soon. But he felt like he needed another scandalous night. As he drove to work, he began thinking about the perfect candidate.

  The day was busy again, but that morning Mark was a lot more focused and energized. Everything he had experienced had made him feel more secure, more relaxed, and a lot less anxious. For once, he felt like he was in control.

  “Adam, please focus,” he warned the intern who kept staring at Carol, Mark’s assistant.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” Adam apologized awkwardly.

  Mark shook his head and went back to reading a contract he needed to edit. Then he put the document on the table.