“I bet you always told your husband his was normal, didn’t you?” asked Tony. “You’re that sort of girl. Considerate.”
She didn’t answer, so he kissed her neck and nibbled her earlobe. “Didn’t you?” he pressed.
“Yes....” she said softly.
LOL, typed Lance.
I glared at the letters. Not only was Heather being shown a bigger, better cock than mine, not only was Tony about to fuck her, but I was well aware that Lance would be recording this whole thing. Tomorrow, all the other guys on the rig would watch it and laugh at Heather’s small-cocked husband. The worst part was that she’d lied to me—with good intentions, true, but still a lie. I’d always thought I was average. Now I knew I was small.
Tony reached up under her skirt and dragged her thong down her legs and off, tossing it aside. He pushed her skirt up a little more, so that she was completely exposed. Thanks to her shaved pussy, I could see her soft, pink lips, already swollen with arousal. There was a glint of moisture between them.
She’s wet for him, Lance typed. Your darling wife is wet for another guy, Glen.
“Shut up!” I roared, thumping my fist on the table.
Tony lowered himself between my wife’s legs. I saw her glance at the laptop screen for a second, checking to see if “RED” had appeared in the taskbar. But of course it hadn’t—because Lance hadn’t typed it. And he never would.
Suddenly, Heather gasped, her gaze snapping back to Tony. He wasn’t in her yet, but I could see him making small movements.
“Does that feel good, Heather?” he asked.
“Yesss,” Heather breathed.
I realized he was rubbing up and down her pussy lips with the head of his erect cock.
I froze. His naked cock. He hadn’t put a condom on.
“Wait!” I yelled. “Wait! Stop him!”
I saw Tony put his hands on Heather’s thighs and push her legs apart as far as the narrow bed allowed.
“Stop!” I shouted. “He’s not using a condom!”
I’m sure he’s clean, Lance typed.
“Here it comes,” Tony told Heather, shifting closer to her. I heard her gasp, saw her eyes open wide as she felt the head of his cock pressing at her now spread entrance.
“You don’t understand! She’s not on the pill!” I was clutching at the table, my knuckles white. “Stop him! Stop him!”
Oh dear, Lance typed. So poor Heather could get knocked up?
Tony pushed forward and groaned. I couldn’t see his cock entering her, but I didn’t need to—everything I needed was written on Heather’s beautiful face. I saw her lips part as he stretched her wide, her head come off the pillow...and then the sudden gasp as the head of his cock slid inside her.
“Stop him!” I shouted. “Lance, stop him!”
Hmm, typed Lance, as if debating. Well, what a dilemma.
Tony sank a little further down and I imagined that big, hard cock spreading her delicate tunnel wider. The swollen head of him plunging deeper, deeper. His balls, loaded with sperm—he could come at any second!
“Please!” I was beside myself, now. If Heather returned having slept with another guy, we could come back from that...maybe. But if she got pregnant by someone else.... “We’re trying for a baby!”
Well then, typed Lance, we’re giving you what you want.
I gritted my teeth so hard they hurt. Everything was a joke to him. “Please!” I begged.
On the screen, Tony was thrusting into my wife. With each stroke, I could see him sink a little deeper between her spread thighs, his muscular ass clenching and unclenching. Heather was weakly tossing her head on the pillow. “Please,” she murmured, “go slow, go slow...so...big.”
He is big, Lance said, as if in idle observation. I wonder if she’ll be the same, afterwards.
“Please!” I begged. “Please, Lance! Make him pull out!”
Tony gave a sudden groan and at the same time Heather gave a sharp little cry. For a horrible second, I thought he’d come. But he’d just rooted himself in her. There was still time to stop him.
Seems cruel, typed Lance. Making him stop before he finishes. But maybe if you did something for me.
“Anything!” I told him. “Just tell me what!”
Grab a paper and pen, Lance typed. And make a nice big sign. Make it say, “I love you. Have fun!”
On screen, Tony started to thrust in earnest. His hands were firmly planted either side of Heather’s head, now, his body pumping hard between her thighs. Heather was rolling her head from side to side and whispering something too quietly for me to hear. I could almost see the orgasm building inside her, winding tighter and tighter.
I raced around the room, finding a sheet of printer paper and a marker pen. I scrawled the words on it and then held it up to the camera for Lance’s approval.
Smile, Lance typed.
Without thinking, I smiled.
Good, Lance told me. Now, what was that word, again, to get her to stop? Green?
“RED!” I screamed. “RED!”
Tony was thrusting faster now, getting close. He was grimacing, straining...close to release. Heather was oblivious to the threat, lost in her own impending climax. She was bucking and twisting under him, her mouth a gaping, red-lipped “O”.
“Please, Lance!” I begged. “RED! RED!”
I watched Lance slowly type it out in the chat window, pretending to be me. R—E—D. He hit ENTER, and the word appeared on Heather’s laptop screen. But it wouldn’t do any good unless she happened to look across and see it.
“I’m going to come,” said Tony between pants. “I’m going to come in you, Heather.”
That seemed to wake Heather up. “W—Wait,” she told him. “Are you wearing a condom?”
He ignored her, his thrusts getting faster and more erratic.
Heather started to panic. “Are you?” she hissed. Then she glanced at the laptop and saw the word RED in the taskbar. “Tony! Please! Are you wearing a condom?!”
“There are no condoms on an oil rig,” he told her breathlessly. “No one has sex here. Until you came along.” He went suddenly tense.
“No! God, no!” I shouted.
“Wait!” wailed Heather. “Pull out! Pull—”
Tony’s face contorted as he shot. Heather jerked with each thick pulse, her head pressed back against the pillow. But even as she panicked and thrashed, the sensation took her over the edge. “God,” she gasped. “I’m coming!” And she went rigid, hips lifting off the bed to grind against her lover, breasts bouncing as her back arched.
Oops, Lance typed. LOL.
“Ahhh,” groaned Tony, his hips jerking again and again. I visualized the creamy fluid plastering her soft, pink walls. She’d never had unprotected sex—we’d always used condoms, the whole time we’d been married. A man was leaving his seed inside her for the very first time, and it wasn’t her loving husband—it was a virtual stranger. God, do we even know his last name?!
Tony leaned forward and kissed Heather on the lips and then drew himself out of her. She lay there unmoving on the bed, and as he stood I had a clear view of her spread thighs. The shining pink lips of her pussy were puffy and swollen, gaping slightly from his size. And from between them oozed a thin trickle of white sperm.
“You—You...God, you came inside me,” Heather whispered disbelievingly.
“You loved it,” Tony told her. “You came, just from feeling me shoot. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”
Heather raised herself up on her elbows and looked down at herself. “God...I could get pregnant.”
Tony blinked, as if he was surprised that she wasn’t on the pill. That wasn’t part of the plan, I thought. Lance hadn’t considered it when he’d set this whole thing up. I waited for Tony to react in horror. Maybe it would even scare him enough to put an end to the game.
But instead, a slow smile spread across Tony’s face. He leaned forward and kissed Heather on the cheek as he pulled his jeans up. “Rel
ax,” he told her. “It was just one time. It’ll be fine.”
Heather nodded softly, looking uncertain. She looked…ravaged. It was worse than if she’d been nude, somehow. She was lying there on the bed, legs apart and cum still trickling from her. Her sexy shoes and stockings were still in place, but one stocking was laddered, her skirt was up around her hips and her panties were gone. Her blouse gaped open and her bra had been pushed up, baring her breasts.
She was lying there in a state of shock and thousands of miles away I sat there with the same horrified expression on my face. What had I done? What had that initial teasing game with Tony unlocked? Lance was controlling things now, but if I hadn’t drawn Heather into this in the first place, his plan never would have worked.
It was all my fault.
And even more disturbing than what had happened was that she’d obviously enjoyed it. She’d come as he fucked her—hell, she’d come when she felt him shoot into her. Even the most dangerous part had given her pleasure.
And my cock had been rock hard throughout, because I was some sort of small-cocked, pathetic cuckold.
I very nearly hurled the laptop to the floor. The only thing that stopped me was the thought of two weeks waiting to know what happened.
Tony softly nuzzled Heather’s neck. “It was fantastic,” he told her. “You were fantastic.”
He stopped, waiting for something. And Heather gave it to him.
“You were incredible,” she breathed, some of the tension starting to leave her body.
I felt my heart break a little.
“Can I see you again?” Tony asked.
Heather’s eyes flicked to the laptop before she could stop herself. “I need to think about it,” she told him.
When she glanced away, Tony looked at the laptop and grinned, and I knew exactly what was going through his head. Heather had just told him with her look that she’d talk to me, that I’d be the one to decide what happened next. And that meant that, in reality, it would be Lance she’d talk to. Tony would get what he wanted.
I gave a scream of frustration. I was powerless!
“I’d better go,” Tony told my wife. He kissed her again and left, closing the door behind him.
I watched as Heather put her clothes back together, leaving her panties off. She sat down in front of the laptop and I saw her click to maximize the chat window.
“Still there?” she asked into the camera.
I nodded glumly, but of course she couldn’t see.
Still here, Lance typed.
“I’m so sorry, Glen.” It looked for a moment like she might cry. “I should have realized he wasn’t wearing a condom. I guess I was just caught up in it. You saw, didn’t you? That’s why you said RED.”
Don’t panic, Lance told her. Like he said, it’s probably fine. It was only one time.
Heather nodded and blinked. I’d been right—she had been on the verge of crying, but she’d managed to hold herself back. “You’re right. I think we’ll be okay. It’s not quite my time—not for another few days.” She took a deep breath. “It’s just…wow. Imagine if I got pregnant.”
Yes, Lance typed. Imagine.
I wondered what was going through his head. I wondered if he cared at all.
“I’ll never not use a condom again,” Heather said. “Next time I’ll make sure it’s on before he even gets close.”
Wait, I thought. Next time?!
So you enjoyed it? Lance typed. You want to do it again?
Heather took a deep breath and then nodded. A smile broke across her face and, despite everything, it was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. A good, honest smile of genuine pleasure. “God, yes.”
You’re okay? He didn’t hurt you? Lance was doing everything he could to sound like the concerned husband.
Heather shook her head. “I’m a little bit sore from—you know, his size—”
I winced.
“But I’m okay,” Heather continued. “And it really was good. Jesus.” She leaned forward, wanting to tell me every detail, thinking I’d want to hear. “You remember I told you about how he kissed me? It was like that, only better. He was so…firm with me. And his cock was…wow.”
The weird thing was, part of me did want to know the details. It was still a turn on, the thought of her with another man. But at the same time, my guts were churning, and the worst part was that I knew none of this was private: Lance could well be recording all of this and telling the others. Certainly, he’d tell Tony how much Heather liked his cock. She thought she was spilling her innermost secrets to her husband, but she was telling everyone!
I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Lance told her. I definitely want to do this again. When you’re ready.
“No!” I yelled.
LOL, Lance typed back to me.
Heather nodded and then smiled. “I want to do it again too,” she told me. And then she gave me a look of pure heart-melting adoration. “God, I’m so lucky to have a husband like you, who lets me do this!”
Aww! Lance typed to me. And then he typed I love you to Heather.
“I love you too,” Heather said, and blew me a kiss before ending the call. The chat window with Lance stayed open.
Looks like she’s raring to go, Lance typed to me. See, Glen? We’re not pushing her to do anything. Hell, we can barely hang on to the leash!
“You bastard,” I told him. Then, “Look, whatever else happens—please, we can’t let her get pregnant!”
I have an idea about that, Lance typed to me.
I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like it.
***
The next day, I found myself reading the hidden forum. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help myself. There was a new thread entitled Heather on her back. I couldn’t stop myself from clicking on it, or watching the video. I’d been right—judging by the comments, some of the men had actually watched the whole thing unfold live in the break room. And there were a lot of comments. Men talking about her looks—her face and ass. A detailed discussion of her pussy and how good it looked with cum trickling out of it. A blow-by-blow discussion from Tony on how it had felt—he said her pussy was “like a goddamn glove.” And page after page of guys talking about how they’d like to fuck her.
Around lunchtime, I was surprised to get a call from Heather. Normally she called in the evening, so I knew something had happened. For a moment, I hoped that it would catch Lance unawares and I’d finally get to warn her about what was going on, but then realized that I couldn’t even answer the call—I was still locked out of the laptop apart from the forum. If Lance wasn’t around to answer the call, it would simply ring and ring and Heather would think I was out.
It rang for a long time before I saw Lance click “Accept Call”. Heather was sitting there in jeans and a sweatshirt.
Sorry, Lance typed. I was running an errand. Just got back. I imagined him sprinting through the rig to his office to answer the call. What’s up?
Heather looked happy, but a little uncertain. “Tony just stopped by,” she said.
My eyes flashed to the bed behind her. Had they just fucked?
“We just talked,” she said. “He had an idea about…contraception.”
Wear a condom, I thought. What’s so hard about that?!
“Tony said that he wants to make sure I don’t get pregnant, and that condoms break. There’s a guy on board who acts as the rig’s doctor—mainly for emergencies, but he’s a licensed MD. And they have a full stock of everything here, for men and women—they have to, by law, in case by some miracle they get a female crew member. Anyway, that includes contraceptive injections. He can give me one that’ll last for three months.” She bit her lip. “It would mean delaying starting a family when we get back, though—it would be another couple of months until I could get pregnant. But, you know, maybe that’s a good thing. I mean, we’re not going to have seen each other in a while. Maybe it would be good to just be having sex and not worrying about dates and tempera
tures and ovulation and things.”
I was nodding, and then realized she couldn’t see me. I went to speak and then realized she couldn’t hear me, either. It was heartbreaking: My wife wanted my help to make a huge decision, one that affected our future, and I couldn’t be there for her.
Except, suddenly, a chat window from Lance popped up. What do you want me to say to her?
For some reason, he was giving me just a tiny bit of freedom. Maybe he wasn’t a complete bastard after all. I thought about it quickly, but there was really only one answer. “Tell her to do it,” I said.
I think you should do it, Lance typed to Heather.
Heather nodded. “I thought so too. I’ll go and see him today. Now I have to run. Love you, honey.”
She was gone. And I was left sitting there, a little surprised at the lengths Tony and Lance were going to to protect her. However cruel they seemed, they obviously didn’t want anything bad to happen to her.
***
That evening, I hoped that Heather would have changed her mind. But I knew as soon as I saw her on my screen that she intended to sleep with Tony again. She had the short black skirt on again, and the stockings and heels. But this time she had on a strappy top—the sort of thing she might wear to go to a bar. It was silver and covered in sequins, and left a lot of her gorgeous cleavage on display.
“What do you think?” she asked, grinning. “Tony gave it to me as a present. He even figured out what size I was!” She seemed as happy and excitable as a teenager with a new boyfriend.
It looks great on you, Lance typed to Heather.
Then he opened a chat window to me. It makes her look like a real slut, doesn’t it? I helped Tony pick it out. Didn’t want to waste those great tits.
I bit the inside of my cheeks. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of yelling.
“Hey, I got the contraception shot,” Heather said. She turned and showed us her upper arm, where a tiny red spot could be seen. “My arm’s a bit stiff, but otherwise I feel fine. Supposedly there aren’t any side effects, and it starts working immediately.”
That’s great! Lance typed.
Then he sent a smiley face to my chat window—one of those ones with a huge grin that almost seems to split its face in half. Happy that now she could fuck Tony again, I guessed.
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