by Cynthia Dane
How many women could say they had a husband who found this hot? How many husbands wouldn’t get jealous? Whether of their wife being with another man… or how big that man was? Ken had never worn an XL condom before, Lana was pretty sure. Didn’t stop him from lusting after the image of his wife taking an XL dick.
“I knew you would like this,” Lana muttered, rolling the latex down Caden’s long cock. “All right, Big Boy,” she said, louder. “You’ve got one job. Fuck me.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“I said be quiet.”
The fact both Ken and Lana said it at the same time surprised no one.
Caden wasn’t here as a third wheel. He wasn’t even a person in this moment. He was a tool, full stop. A tool that lived to serve and be used.
Which was good. Because there was only one man Lana answered to at all, in any situation… and he was sitting a meager few feet away, vapor curling around his head as he watched his wife get on her hands and knees, facing him.
She could have given him a side view. She could have given him the porn treatment and let him see as much penetration as possible. I want to look into his eyes. Lana’s fingers curled around the edge of the bed as she opened her legs and felt Caden situate himself behind her. Because he’s looking right into mine. This was their moment, as husband and wife.
Poor Caden. He had no idea what he was dealing with, emotionally… or physically.
“Ah!” Lana had half a mind to turn around and swat the man trying to push his thick dick into her. “Watch it!”
Funny thing, being a woman of her standing in this situation. At some point she had to transform from Caden’s Domme to her husband’s sub. And that moment came when Caden pushed one whole inch in, Lana’s body stretching its damndest in order to accommodate something it was not used to.
Her body had to relax. She had to mind over matter the situation. She was Lana Andrews. People knew she could handle anything that came her way. What was one measly cock?
“That’s it, baby.” Ken’s voice kept her grounded through this tiresome scene. Good, because this hurts. Lana sucked in her breath and willed herself wider, feeling this other man’s heavy cock slowly slide into her. “Relax and take it. You’re so beautiful.”
He said that, but Lana didn’t feel very beautiful. She felt ridiculous, her knees sinking deep into the bed as her knuckles turned white enough to scare a doctor. The only way she was getting through the initial burst of discomfort was by regulating her breathing and focusing on her husband not so far away.
He was her rock. And now? He was the man getting off on watching his wife turn into the type of woman she begged him to call her during sex.
“Does it feel good?” Ken asked, putting his electronic cigarette away. “Does your pussy like being packed, Wife?”
She tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out as anything more than a whimper. Caden was squeezing her ass, pulling his cock out and feeling how stretched she was with his fingers. Lana bent down, head scraping the bed. Feeling a strange man’s fingers inside her, forcing her open so she could take his cock, was almost too much to bear.
When Caden tried again, the tip of his cock burrowing farther this time, Lana let out an unfamiliar cry. Oh my God. Oh my God. The smirk on Ken’s face humbled her.
This was for him. This wasn’t necessarily about her pleasure, but his. And Lana thrived with that knowledge.
“Yes!” she shouted, fingers grabbing sheets as she forced her hips back, attempting to take more of Caden’s cock. She was opening. Not a lot, but enough to take a little more of him as the seconds passed. He would pull out, let her get wet again, and then slide in again. It got easier each time, but no less intrusive, no less intense. Lana did not have a body meant for taking men of this size, but she would do her damndest to do it – and enjoy it.
“Good girl,” Ken said softly. “Take that man’s cock. All the way, honey.”
He didn’t have to tell her that. From the moment Caden started sliding into her, easier than ever, Lana became determined to feel his damned balls slap against her ass.
It wasn’t easy. She didn’t expect it to be easy because she was.
“Fuck my wife, sub,” Ken said. “She’s been a naughty girl and deserves to have her pussy torn in two. You’re the lucky man to do it.”
Lana would have told him to piss off, but now was not the time.
Instead, she said, “Do you like this, Ken? You like watching me take on some stranger’s big dick?”
“Always, love.”
He said it too easily. As if that disinterested façade wasn’t a façade at all, but how he really felt right now. Fuck that. “It feels good,” she whimpered, and she did not lie. Even through the discomfort, she felt that relieving pleasure of a woman accepting a man into her body. It was sexual, yes, but also so liberating. She was high on the life this man passed on to her. High on the need to have him fuck her brains out, to give her an experience she had never felt before.
Namely, turning her into a vessel of her husband’s pleasure – and he wasn’t even touching her.
When Caden “broke” through, groaning in relief as he pushed himself in as deep as physically allowed, Lana gave herself over to nothing but sex. She retreated into herself, knees buckling against the bed, breath heavy, heavier, heaviest when Caden pulled out, thrust back in, and made her scream into the sheets.
The man’s strong hands held her hips to his, thrusting into her, long, cruel strokes of his cock that opened her beyond her limits. I’m going to be so loose after this. That’s what Ken wanted. He wanted to see his wife’s gaping pussy after another man had been inside her. It got him off to think of Lana as a commodity to be passed around, to relive a part of that gangbang she always told him about. This doesn’t even compare. This is one man and his huge erection. None of the men in that frat came close to this. She would have died.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, hands splayed against the sheets as Caden began to go at her earnestly. Steady rhythms filled her body, Caden grunting like a beast as he rammed himself into her, over and over, making her feel more and more like her husband’s disposable whore.
She went into this situation feeling confident and sensual. Now she had a brief moment of panic, wondering what her husband really thought.
“Ken!” she cried, not struggling against Caden for all her worry. She sat up, letting the man fuck her, his cock swelling in preparation of orgasm. Oh God no, I can’t handle that… “Kenny…”
“What is it, baby? You’re so hot right now.”
“Really?” Her lip trembled. Nipples brushed against the sheets in this position, and before Lana knew it, pleasure began to spread through her. Euphoria took root in her brain, making it more pleasing than ever to look into her husband’s stoic visage as his fingers clenched against his thighs. “You like this?”
“I do, Bunny.” He rarely said that name in front of other people. For him to say it now meant he really didn’t consider Caden as a human entity. He was a tool, indeed. A tool drilling his wife. “I love watching you with other men, especially if they make you look like this.”
“Like what?”
He bared his teeth in a wide, menacing smile. “Like a sex drunk harlot who can’t say no to any cock who comes her way. You’re mine, Bunny, but that doesn’t mean I want to be your only one. Know what I mean?”
She did, and she didn’t. But she couldn’t think too hard about it. Caden fucked her, nearly raw, pulling out long enough to let her get all wet again before slamming back into her. She screamed to feel him leave her and then fill her again.
All Lana cared about now was pleasing her husband. Visually pleasing. Emotionally pleasing. She existed to be his one and only, even if he wanted nothing to do with her right now. Come back to me, baby. Her words evaporated from her throat as she braced herself against Caden’s fucking,
“Ken,” she whined, forcing her head up so she could see h
er husband’s face. “Am I pleasing you?”
“Yes, Bunny. You’re pleasing me very much.”
Relief flooded her as orgasm began to claim her. The man hadn’t even touched her clit, and the size of him alone was enough to make her come already.
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
The only sounds in the room were the squeak of the bed, the grunts in Caden’s throat, and his cock taking Lana. Skin on skin had never sounded so intoxicating.
“You’re gorgeous, Lana.”
She almost sobbed into the bed.
“Come for me, baby. Come on that man’s cock.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. Before Lana could process he thinks I’m beautiful and he loves me climax was overtaking her, expanding in her veins, heating her skin, and turning her into a crazed woman who only cared about one thing.
Her cries of pleasure echoed in the room. Her inner walls refused to let Caden leave her, holding him within her as she began to milk the seed from his body.
“Holy shit,” he muttered. “You’re so tight, Mistress.”
He had no idea yet.
Caden’s orgasm took Lana to a new height of desire. I’m going to… She didn’t know what. Die? Maybe. Come again? Definitely. Just as her first orgasm abated, a new one began, ripping through her body, making her writhe, and nearly sending her over the edge of the bed.
“Fuck me!” Lana cried. “Fuck me and come!”
She felt the heat, but she didn’t feel the seed. Ripples of Caden’s orgasm passed to her, the man containing his groans to mere whispers. He pushed her into the bed, holding up her skirt, pushing his hand against her ass, and stilling his cock deep within her as he emptied himself in front of Lana’s voyeuristic husband.
“Good,’ Ken said. “That’s exactly what I wanted to see.”
Lana crashed from her high as quickly as she ascended it. Worn out and used up, she collapsed onto the bed, her aching legs pulling to the side as she gingerly closed her thighs. A certain soreness took her over… but she was so relieved to hear her husband’s words that she didn’t even pay it any mind.
As she stayed in her fuzzy, post-coital reverie, she heard Ken’s voice say something curt to Caden. The man got off the bed. By the time Lana returned to her senses, she and Ken were alone in their borrowed room.
Her husband sat on the edge of the bed, stroking the errant hairs falling out of Lana’s tight bun. She gravitated to his after care, putting all her love, trust, and need into him as she crawled into his lap and moaned in relief.
“You were terrific, Bunny,” he said gently, massaging the back of her neck and stroking the length of her spine. “I hope you’re not in too much pain. Need me to do anything?”
She wrapped her arms beneath her head, content to live in his lap. “Just be right here.”
Ken sat, rubbing her back, her shoulders, and cupping the back of her head with his hand. For a while, neither of them said anything. Why would they have to when they were perfectly capable of saying everything that needed to be said with their body language and heavy breaths?
“I love you,” Ken finally said, his hands holding her shoulders. “I rarely see this side of you. I must be the only man to ever see it.”
She lifted her head, wearily looking into his. “I love you too.”
Lana nearly cried, for no other reason than she was afraid. Afraid of losing him. Afraid of not being good enough. Afraid that she could not keep her husband’s interests beyond this private room.
Was it too much to ask for those reassurances?
“What do you want?” she asked softly, fingers clinging to his shirt. “I’ll give you anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, I’ll…” Her throat went dry, her eyes darting around the room in search of something else to focus on. “I’ll give you my heart, Kenny. I love you so much, it doesn’t seem fair that I ask so much of you.”
“You don’t, really.”
“Do you want my soul? I’ll give it to you, baby. It isn’t worth all that much.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Do you want my body?”
Ken bit his lip. “I do.”
Lana placed her hand in his lap, feeling the erection he maintained from watching his wife with another man. “I’ll do whatever you want.” She started to unzip him, but Ken stopped her.
“No, my love. You know what I really want.”
Of course. It was what he mentioned out in the maw of the club. What he really wanted was to see what was done by another man.
Before, Lana would have said she didn’t really understand what turned her husband on in this situation. So what if she rolled onto her back, opened her legs, and watched as Ken pulled aside her folds? By now, she was returning to normal, although enough wetness remained behind for another man to have his way with her. It wouldn’t be the first time she took her husband after hosting another man inside her body.
And yet this felt very, very different.
She wanted so badly to be exactly what he wanted. Before, she wouldn’t have given a shit if Ken was less than impressed. Now? The only thing that mattered was being good enough for her husband to drop his zipper, loom between her legs, and take her for himself.
“Ow,” Lana muttered, although she wanted this. She wanted to feel her body taken over again, this time by the man she loved almost unconditionally. “Be gentle?”
He was, in his own way.
Oh, he was gentle in how he treated her between the legs, knowing that she was still sore and needed tenderness above all else. Yet his intensity as he made love to her, his eyes boring into hers as he made her his over and over again, was something beyond a man like Caden could have ever hoped to give her. Because this is my husband. Her partner. Her Master. Her good boy when the time was right. Tonight, he was a little bit of everything, and most definitely the man who loved her more than anyone else could have.
“That’s right, Lana,” he growled, as his wife relaxed around him. “You’re all mine.”
Ken took her hands and lifted them above her head, thrusting into her gently, but with renewed purpose. He would continuously remind her that no other man made love to her like he did. And if he couldn’t do that? Then he wasn’t a man worthy of having her affection.
Although she did not come again, he did, quickly, spending himself with a few bursts of controlling pleasure. Not once did his eyes waver from hers.
Lana felt small, but loved.
“My God,” Ken muttered, lying next to her when he was finished. He watched as his seed spilled from his wife and onto the otherwise clean sheets. “As the universe intended.”
Yes, baby, I’m all yours. There was no doubt about it. All Lana continued to worry about was that Ken was all hers. If a wife didn’t have that, then what did she have?
Soon, she thought. Soon everything would sort itself out. It had to.
Chapter 11
“Do You Believe Me?”
There was nothing like coming home on a rainy evening after a long day hassling investors and threatening to cut off a few balls if Lana didn’t get her way. Ken had to remain in town to finish up some paperwork, so Lana summoned her driver and had him take her home, far away from the downtown ruckus. She looked forward to a quiet dinner and lounging in her room, playing music, enjoying the fire, and organizing her makeup case.
If her husband managed to get his ass home at a reasonable time, even better. Maybe they could soak in the bath together.
Of course, Lana was not so lucky recently. The first person she encountered upon entering her spacious home was none other than Chloe, who appeared to take Lana’s coat and umbrella.
“Did you have a good day, ma’am?” she asked, her cute little face almost enough to make Lana throw up. “Roberta says your dinner is waiting for you.”
Lana eyed her suspiciously. “Bring it up to my room.” She shook off her sweater and piled it on top of h
er coat in Chloe’s arms. “If my husband comes home, tell him I want to see him.” They had a cuddle appointment.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Lana hoped that was the last of seeing any help that night. As soon as she had her dinner waiting for her on a small table in the master suite, she switched on one of her favorite TV shows and enjoyed it until she was full and happy enough to go about her business.
She slipped into something more comfortable, which amounted to a thin white T-shirt and cotton shorts, topped with a red silk robe that was more style than function. It mattered little to her. Her body ached from the trials of the day, and if her damned husband would respond to her texts, she could find out if she should take a bath without him or wait for his arrival.
Damnit, forgot my seal. She was in the midst of gluing invitations together for a soiree she was throwing at the beginning of February, shortly after returning from her second honeymoon. She paused the DVR on the flat screen and shuffled into the hallway. Her office was a few doors down, and she was absolutely sure that’s where she last left her seal.
Unfortunately, Ken’s office was another stone’s throw away from her office. This meant she had a fantastic view of his open door and the light spilling out.
He’s home? That was annoying, if only because he never texted her, and nobody came up to inform her after she explicitly asked for them to do so. I need to hire new help. And a new husband. Huffing, Lana marched down the hall, bypassing her office to head straight to Ken’s.
She caught Chloe going through her husband’s locked drawer. A key dangled from her fingers.
“What the!” Lana suddenly became three times as large, overtaking the office doorway the moment Chloe freaked the hell out. She slammed the desk drawer shut, locking it with no more finality than Ken ever did. “What the hell is going on here?”
They came to an instant impasse. Lana, finding the help going through her husband’s belongings; Chloe, caught with a key hanging from her hand. Her face was so pale that she looked almost spectral.