Tarnished Vows

by Matthew Lee

  The next day Sara left work around lunchtime to meet Dean and Jen at the house. She set them up in the guest room, showed them where the towels were and how to sign on to the Internet, and gave them permission to treat Mike and Sara's home as their own. She showed them how to use the hot tub in back, gave them their own garage-door opener, and handed each a key to the front door. After a couple hours she returned to work, leaving them to unpack and get settled in.

  When Mike and Sara got home that night, Jennifer had dinner ready. They ate and talked for hours, laughing and drinking.

  In bed later that night Sara told Mike, “I think it might be nice to have house guests for a little while. They're like family. Ever since our back-packing trip, and how comfortable we ended up getting with each other, I feel closer to them. Is that weird?”

  “No, Honey.”

  “We all saw each other naked and it was no big deal. For some reason that makes them feel like best friends.”

  “Okay, that's a little weird.”

  Sara playfully punched Mike's ribs.

  Through the wall they heard Jennifer moan. Both smiled.

  “Here we go again,” Sara said. “Those two are insatiable.”

  “Can you blame them? Jennifer is hot and Dean is huge. Those two should be fucking every day.”

  Jen moaned again and her mood carried over. Sara gave Mike a look of longing and he leaned down and kissed her. They quickly embraced and with Jennifer as background music, they began making love.

  After a few minutes Mike pulled away. He circled the bed turning lights off until the room was nearly dark. From the nightstand drawer he withdrew the replica penis and held it so it hung down in front of his own.

  “Sara,” he whispered.

  Sara rolled over to see what her husband wanted and gasped. In the low light it looked like Mike sported a new, huge, and vaguely familiar penis. For an instant she imagined he'd taken some pill and now his dick was bigger and she covered her mouth with her hands.

  “Oh my God, Mike, that looks so sexy.”

  Mike tugged on it a few times, playing with it as if it were real. He stepped closer and in the improved light Sara gasped again.

  “Mike, that looks exactly like Dean.”

  Mike was pleased she'd seen the similarities too and then awkward that she had, wondering what she must think of him. He held it in place over his own growing erection and crawled up between her legs. She couldn't take her eyes off it. Mike tried to imagine what she must be thinking.

  “Close your eyes,” he told her and she did.

  When the head first made contact, she jumped. It looked so real and pulsing with life that the cool material surprised her. It warmed rapidly and pushed her lips apart and they both discovered she was drenched. Mike pushed harder and her pussy expanded to take the head and incredibly thick shaft. Sara groaned at the intrusion, feeling her hips pushed apart from the inside. Mike stuffed her pussy with more, marveling at his wife's reaction. Each flex of his wrist brought waves of moans and gasps from Sara. She was already far more animated and appreciative than she would be from his penis, and he still had half a cock to give her.

  He pushed another inch deep and Sara groaned from deep in her chest. She was literally dripping pussy juice around the toy and coating his knuckles. As big as it was, the cock moved into her in a relentless glide. Mike felt her inside stretching and expanding, opening up in welcome to this probing stranger.

  “Oh fuck, Mike, you're going to make me cum. Jesus, keep going.”

  In the darkness, Mike's jaw dropped open. Sara was feeling an orgasm already? He had so much cock left to give her. He began an in and out motion, pushing a little deeper than he pulled out, slowly driving more and more into her. Suddenly pushing became difficult as her cunt clamped around the shaft like a vise.

  “Oh Fuck!” she cried. “Nnnngggghharrrgh!”

  Mike could not believe what he saw; his wife writhed on the end of a spear, skewered and cumming all over this invading monster. He continued his small thrusting movements, driving Sara insane, and ran a hand lightly over her sensitive tits and nipples too. His wife was having a massive orgasm on a scale he'd never seen.

  “Ooooohhhhh, fuuuuuuck, yes,” she breathed. “Fuck me, Dean. Fuck your girl. Get that big cock in me, I love it.”

  Mike almost choked. She clearly had no idea what she was saying. He moved his hand a little faster and this seemed to send Sara roaring skyward again. His stomach churned as his heart hammered with excitement and dread. He fucked her faster and she continued cumming until, finally, she pushed his wrist away, unable to take anymore. He stopped thrusting, noticing that he yet had more inches to give her. He left the toy inside as she rolled to a side, panting.

  He said nothing, unsure what to say. He waited in silence for Sara to speak and reveal she knew what she'd done. Long minutes passed in the dark until he heard her breathing deepen. Sara had fallen asleep. He considered pulling out the realistic cock but left it buried and climbed onto the bed next to her. His penis ached for release. Disturbing and upsetting, he had nevertheless grown fully erect watching his wife in orgasmic throes.

  He looked down at his hard-on, possibly half or maybe only a third the size of the toy, and wondered how he would ever again believe he satisfied Sara. Folded into all his concerns was another possibility, even harder to face; Mike felt sure she had imagined it was Dean between her legs. He believed that's why she got so wet, that's why she called his name, and that was why she came so hard and so fast. His lovely wife longed to fuck Dean.

  Perplexed that the thought did not upset him more, Mike tried to imagine Dean between his wife's legs and found it surprisingly easy. The image hurt, he had to admit, but for reasons he did not understand, it also excited him.

  A tiny drop of pre-cum oozed from his penis and Mike thumbed it away, wiping it on Sara's nipple. After a moment of thought, he leaned in and sucked her nipple softly, rolling the slippery and salty fluid around his mouth. Sara sighed softly but remained asleep.

  He knew he'd be crushed if Dean actually fucked Sara but there was no denying the arousal from the thought. Fantasies and reality are usually best kept far from each other, he reminded himself. Mike knew if Dean and Sara fucked it would certainly destroy his marriage and probably cost him his friendship with Dean as well as Jennifer.

  He imagined afterwards all of them hanging out together like usual, only now Dean and Sara had been lovers and everyone knew it. How humiliating!

  We are already so comfortable around them if that taboo fell they'd have sex all the time. I'd have to watch her constantly. Dean or Sara would wander off three times a day.

  With a start he realized how very different that statement was regarding Sara from even a few months ago. He'd not been paying enough attention and his wife had subtly changed right under his nose. He sent his mind back over recent history, reconsidering things she'd said and done, and narrowed her behavioral changes down to her night out with Tina.

  Tina had sucked a black cock in front of Sara and Sara has been different ever since. Even our conversations are different; more open and brave. Did more happen that night that she has kept from me? Did my wife cross a line?

  In a flash he saw Sara on her knees instead of Tina, a fat black cock in her mouth. Blood surged in his penis. Another drop of cum leaked. Anguish constricted his throat.

  NO. No way. Sara would never, ever touch another man.

  Mike felt his balls rise up to the base of his penis. The head swelled until the skin was stretched tight. He lightly touched the shaft and waves of tingling pleasure raced through his body. He stroked again, a little firmer, and was rewarded with incredible pleasure. His heart may hate the idea of her cheating but his body loved it.

  Careful to let Sara sleep, he began softly stroking. Images of Sara cumming on the toy were followed by snapshots of Sara sucking a large black cock. Shameful guilt made him try to think of other images but his mind rebelliously always jumped back. In an effo
rt to avoid such thoughts all together he imagined Sara on the bed with legs spread open. Before he could stop himself, he imagined Dean moved up between them and sank his huge cock home. Mike covered the tip of his penis with his free hand as the first spurt splashed against it. As he pictured Dean fucking his wife, he convulsed and emptied his balls all over his hand.

  Afterwards he lay silent in the dark. His orgasm had been a good one, shockingly good, in fact, and he rubbed his slippery fingers together. As before, he lifted his hand to his mouth and tasted his own semen. More this time, and it was sperm and not just pre-seminal fluids. He expected to feel disgust but did not. In fact, he thought it tasted much like a Saltine cracker. He licked more, proud his cum tasted good.

  He felt restless and anxious, upset by a growing realization he had some strange and wildly inappropriate desires. He resolved Sara must never know, then wondered how he could find out more about her night out with Tina without raising her suspicions. He continued licking absentmindedly, slipping his tongue over around his knuckles, calculating if he could get Tina to talk or not. Gradually his eyelids drooped. He fell asleep.

  The next morning Sara, Mike, and Dean were off to work first thing. Jennifer usually worked from home so she waved goodbye from the driveway. She waited until they were long gone and then locked the door behind her as she reentered the house. She waited another half hour, just to be sure.

  Her search of the master bedroom was systematic. She quickly located the new toy they had purchased and noticed instantly how much it looked like Dean.

  “Perfect,” she gloated.

  Her examination of the room disappointed her. Mike and Sara really were as boring as they seemed. She found no porn, no lingerie, no indication of what they liked. Other than the over-sized dildo, she drew a blank.

  She opened her robe and let it fall to her feet. With one foot on their bed, she worked the replica cock into her pussy. She flipped the switch at the base and pressed the button too, enjoying the vibration and in and out pumping. She came quickly and returned the toy to the drawer, unwashed, savoring how the next time they used it they'd be putting some Jennifer inside Sara. She left the bedroom.

  Three identical bottles of whiskey at the bar told her what Mike's favorite drink was. From her pocket she withdrew a small vial of white powder. She tapped a portion into the opened bottle and swirled the fluid around until the powder dissolved.

  “Try getting hard now,” she quipped.

  Jennifer moved around the house, learning everything she could about her targets. She signed onto the computer and logged into social media accounts, altering nothing but absorbing all there was to know about her intended prey. She read schedules and emails. Each new step she took fueled her lust. Plotting and executing her plan to corrupt her seemingly innocent victims was an erotic thrill for her.

  She was about to close Sara's email when a folder at the bottom caught her eye. The folder was named “Junk” but showed two unread items. Jennifer tested first that she could mark something “unread” and then opened the folder and the first item.

  Randy's big soft cock hung in front of her face. She opened the other item and Randy's cock again, this time rock hard, glared back at her, proud and menacing. Jennifer checked the sender and discovered Sara had sent these pictures to herself from her phone.

  “And who the fuck are you, Mister Big-Dick?”

  Here at last was the secret she suspected. Was Sara cheating on Mike? That would be too good to be true. Miss Goody-Two-Shoes had strayed. Of course, these might be random dick-pics sent by a pervert, unrelated to anything, but from their first lunch date Jennifer had sensed something was going on with Sara.

  She studied the cock more closely. The man it was attached to was pale and hairy and chubby and kind of disgusting, but his cock was magnificent. Jen's pride was bruised when she realized this man was bigger than Dean. Not a lot, but enough to make her hate Sara even more.

  “Nothing but the best for sweet Sara, right? Somehow the universe makes sure Sara gets whatever she wants.”

  Her bitter words echoed in the empty house. She leaned into the screen to examine him again and found herself squeezing her thighs together.

  “That's a fucking amazing cock, though,” she admitted. “I'd fuck that fucker too.”

  When she was absolutely sure she had nothing left to learn, she closed everything and reopened her work website. For the next seven hours she powered through all her assignments and updates, logging off only an hour before Mike walked in the door, followed by Sara and Dean shortly thereafter.

  Instead of cooking dinner, this time she'd ordered delivery and all of them sat around and ate. When she suggested a few drinks after dinner, everyone agreed. They all retired briefly to their bedrooms to change and then gathered in the living room for conversation.

  Jennifer watched from the corner of her eye as Mike downed his first shot of whiskey, followed by another. She knew that within minutes he'd be unable to get an erection, and the effect would last for days.

  Have another, Mike. Tonight I'll make Dean fuck me again. You'll be unable to satisfy your wife. If I can't get her to fuck Dean, maybe I can drive her back to Mr. Big Dick.

  Mike did have another.

  The group stayed up until eleven and each of them had plenty to drink. Sara and Mike were in bed fifteen minutes or so when they heard Jennifer's first gasp come through the wall and Sara, already horny from the wine, snuggled up to her man. Tonight Dean wore loose boxers and Sara twice caught glimpses of his big cock flopping around underneath the soft fabric. That familiar tingle tickled her clit and left it tingling until now.

  Jennifer moaned and the thump of a headboard echoed.

  “There they go,” Sara joked.

  “They're like newlyweds,” Mike added.

  She and Mike lay listening as Jennifer's passion grew. Dean really pounded her tonight and they both heard Jen urging him on. Sara became more excited with each passing minute and when Jen seemed to orgasm, Sara rubbing her mound on Mike's thigh. Mike listened to Jennifer feminine voice rising and falling as Dean pleased her and his heart raced. He imagined Dean's big cock moving in and out. When Sara cupped his balls he moaned and bent down to kiss her. Her touch and Jen's voice got him more excited with each second.

  Strangely, his penis remained soft. He thought nothing of it and rolled Sara onto her back. He loved eating pussy so much he didn't care and he knew Sara's sounds would soon have him hard anyway.

  Thirty minutes later he had Sara begging to be fucked but he remained as soft as a noodle. He played with it, made Sara suck it, even lined it up and tried to force it into her cunt, but nothing worked. Sara reassured him it was okay and tried to climax from his probing tongue but she craved a hard dick. Eventually Mike got frustrated enough he pulled the toy from the drawer and pushed it into Sara.

  Here was the sensation Sara craved. She felt that huge penis begin to fill her insides and a deep sigh escaped her. Nothing compares to cock, she concluded.

  She desperately wished it was the real thing instead of a replica, but still, it felt better than anything else. Mike pumped her with it until she was sucking air and ready to cum. He noticed once again that Sara produced a shocking amount of pussy juice, as if the sensation of something so big was especially thrilling for her.

  I bet Dean would rock her world.

  He watched the shaft glide in and out. The scene was so real he no longer saw it as a toy, he saw it only as Dean moving inside Sara. Sara breathed deeply as her body slowly twisted. Her climax was close and it was going to be huge. Through the wall Jennifer's muffled cries rose and Mike was treated to the sounds of both girls cumming simultaneously.

  Dean doesn't know at this moment he is making both our women orgasm.

  Adrenaline pumped into his system but his small soft penis did nothing at all. His balls tightened and his asshole puckered but his dick stayed limp. His frustration grew in step with his excitement and he was bewildered by his impoten
ce.

  Sara's orgasm wiped her out. Afterwards she played with Mike for a few minute but when nothing happened she thought she would embarrass him so she curled up on his chest. Mike's desire stomped around inside his chest but he had no outlet. He slowly willed himself calm again. Sara fell asleep but Mike lay awake listening to Dean hammer Jennifer for almost an hour. Jen climaxed several more times before Dean finally released his load with a roar and all fell silent.

  The next two days were more of the same. All four met for dinner and conversation and then they'd retire to their bedrooms. Dean fucked Jennifer every night. Sara and Mike tried to keep up but Mike ended up using the toy on Sara every time. Sara's frustration grew along with Mike's, although she reassured him she was fine with it, but her desire to have Mike inside her became a desire to have any cock inside her, and the toy only made her need worse. Sara hoped Mike would recover quickly.

  As the group became more comfortable around each other, Jennifer started wearing more revealing clothing. Soon her baggy shirts and shorts gave everyone ample glimpses of her incredible body. Everyone played it cool.

  Dean wore less too and Mike often caught Sara ogling him. To Mike's surprise Sara joined in and while she was clearly self-conscious, she, too, dressed in clothing which revealed herself to others. Jennifer and Dean ate her up and while it embarrassed her somewhat, she made no move to cover up.

  Jennifer one-upped her wearing only a thin white tank-top and panties and Sara did not like the way Mike gawked. When Dean suggested the hot tub Sara quickly agreed, dressing in her skimpiest bikini. Small white circles of cloth loosely stitched together, this bikini was from Sara's early teens and barely fit her anymore. Tantalizing patches of pink flesh showed through all over. Again Mike felt a surge of excitement and his asshole clenched but his penis might as well be made out of marshmallow.

  Sara's heart pounded behind her ribs. She'd kept this suit buried at the bottom of her drawer, certain she'd never wear it again. Dean and Jennifer were so open and comfortable with themselves they made Sara feel like an up-tight prude. Besides, the way Mike looked at Jennifer these days had Sara feeling like she needed to recapture her husband's attention.