by Lexi Archer
Whatever. The reasons why she wasn't on birth control weren't important. The only thing that mattered was that Terry's massive black cock was splitting her pussy straight down the middle, about to fill her completely, and I had no doubt that he wanted nothing more than to blow his load inside my wife's completely unprotected body.
"What's wrong babe?" Terry asked. Though from the smile on his face I had a feeling he knew exactly what was "wrong." From the way he was staring down at her like she was a conquest I had a feeling this was just adding to his enjoyment of the situation. And in some strange way it was also adding to my arousal watching him play games with her. Watching him toy with her. Watching the war between arousal and the fear of getting knocked up by her boss playing out on my wife's face. I desperately racked my brain trying to think of the last time she was ovulating, whether or not there was any danger, and I couldn't remember.
Damn it.
I'm not sure if I was more disappointed that I couldn't remember because I didn't want my wife to risk getting pregnant, or if I was more disappointed that I couldn't remember because the idea of her potentially getting knocked up by her boss was making me so fucking turned on. It was setting my body on fire.
"I'm not on birth control," Rachel said. Though it came out as more of a gasp as he sank more of his cock inside her.
"So?" he asked.
"So I could get…"
Terry leaned down so he was almost whispering in her ear. I also noted that he'd managed to lean down at an angle that had him looking straight at the mirror as he was talking. Looking straight at me. Leaving absolutely no doubt in my mind that he was talking to me as well as to my wife!
He was making it obvious that he wanted me to witness every moment of this. Every moment of him making my wife completely his.
"Tell me you want me to stop baby," he whispered.
Though it was a stage whisper, loud enough that I could clearly hear his every word. Which I had no doubt was his intention. Rachel didn't respond to his words. Not exactly. But she did gasp as he continued splitting her down the middle. I couldn't believe her pussy was able to take that massive monster, and yet here was the evidence right in front of me. He was sinking deeper and deeper as he whispered to her. Almost as though his whispering was some sort of hypnotic chant that was keeping her under his spell.
"You know you wanted this since you first saw me baby," he said. "You know you wanted to feel this thing inside you when you were looking at me earlier. You know you want this."
She moaned again. Her eyes closed. And I could see that pleasure had won out over her apprehension at getting fucked completely unprotected. She was completely his. I was defeated utterly and completely. And I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life at the same time. Talk about fucked up!
"What was that baby?" he asked. "I couldn't quite understand you…"
She moaned again, and I realized there was actually something almost intelligible in the way she was moaning. There was almost something there I could understand. Rachel moaned one more time as he buried himself inside her completely. It was a quiet moan, but this time I could clearly make out what she was saying. Two words that chilled me down to the very core of my being.
"Fuck me..."
Two words that sent a fire raging through my body unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and we're talking the entirety of all of my sexual experience all rolled up into one still couldn't hold a candle to the bonfire raging through my body as I watched my wife being taken by her huge black boss. It ignited a fire in me unlike anything I'd felt before even as it ignited a rage inside me that burned equally bright.
Those words were all Terry needed to pull his cock out and slam home inside my wife causing her to let out a noise that was a combination of a grunt and an ecstatic moan. It was unlike anything I'd heard from her, except for maybe on our wedding night when we were both ridiculously drunk and ridiculously turned on.
He pulled out and slammed inside her again, obviously relishing the ability to take her completely, to make her completely his. Over and over he pushed inside her. Over and over I willed him to keep pounding her with his massive cock. He seemed to be finding depths that I'd never explored before, and it was no wonder that he was able to considering the massive tool he was working with.
I hated him even as I loved every moment of watching him pound my wife's petite body. I was amazed she could even take his cock. I thought I could even see a bulge from his cock pressing up inside her petite stomach as I stared, transfixed, not even daring to blink, as he continued in and out of her over and over again.
Her moans were reaching a crescendo as he took her. As his muscles strained. He was staring with intense concentration, and I wondered if he was actually trying to hold off on blowing his load. Was he actually that turned on by Rachel? Of course why wouldn't he be that turned on by Rachel? From the way he'd acted all night it seemed like he was fulfilling one hell of a fantasy that he'd had for one hell of a long time. Since the first time he laid eyes on her. And so it was almost humorous watching this confident and cocky monster plowing in and out of my wife and trying to avoid a premature situation like some teenager who was getting too excited.
Only it wasn't funny because he was plowing in and out of my wife. No, it was just fucking hot! And I also realized he probably didn't have to worry too terribly much about being premature anyways. Not from the way Rachel was gasping and moaning under him. Not from the way she was screaming over and over again. To the point that I thought surely they'd be able to hear her at the party this time. She was louder even than she'd been when he was going down on her.
And why not? Obviously his cock was reaching depths a cock had never felt before. At least not with me. Who knew what she'd had with previous boyfriends,. I'd never thought to ask before, but you can be sure I was going to remedy that now!
No, he definitely didn't have to worry too much about being premature. Because no sooner had he slammed into my wife again than her eyes squeezed shut and she was letting out an unearthly wail that didn't sound like anything I'd ever heard from her before, and yet at the same time it was so incredibly sexy. It was such a fucking turn on!
Her body shuddered underneath him, her tits still bouncing with his every thrust, and then his own thrusting started to slow. I could hear his breath coming in ragged gasps as he moved in and out of her. And then with one final bellowing roar he buried himself inside her, his muscles tensing around her as her own body shuddered underneath him. And then they were both going over the edge together.
I made sure to zoom in on their faces as they came. As much as I wanted to have a record of him blowing his load in my wife, I also wanted to make sure I got a good recognizable shot of both of them. And besides, the look of pure ecstasy on my wife's face as he emptied his massive cock inside her, as his seed traveled up inside her completely unprotected pussy, was well worth the close-up.
Both of them were gasping silently, even their screams going silent as both of them were overcome by the moment. As both of their bodies shuddered as they came together. As he took my wife in a way that even I hadn't been able to do except for that one time on our wedding night when, like I said, we were both a little drunk and got more than a little carried away.
It was done. My humiliation was complete. His conquest of my wife was complete. I couldn't believe it, and yet at the same time it was so fucking hot!
They stayed like that for another moment, just looking into one another's eyes and gasping, looking as though they should be moaning but completely silent as they were overcome by pleasure. And then they collapsed. He very nearly crushed her, but she just closed her eyes and moaned as his muscular body pressed down against hers. As their sweaty bodies together with his cock still lodged inside her.
Meanwhile I got to work. I stopped recording and set the video to upload. I had a sudden idea. I was still turned on, but now that they were finished the rage was burning inside me with far more intensity than any a
rousal I might've been feeling while I was watching them in the moment. And that video had me thinking things. It made me think that maybe I could get the upper hand if I played things right. I was terrified about going in there and confronting them, but at the same time I realized that I had to do it.
7: Winning
The bar turned green and displayed a friendly checkmark as it moved completely to the right side of the screen. It was done. I uploaded it to my cloud service and all I had to do now was come around the mirror and reveal the big surprise. Which I did.
It took a moment for Rachel to realize somebody else was in the room, and then she shrieked. She stared for a moment as Terry turned around and smiled at me, no doubt enjoying watching me watching him enjoy the fruits of fucking my wife. I have to admit I had enjoyed the hell out of it, but there was also that anger. That pissed off feeling that was threatening to overwhelm me now that the arousal wasn't burning as bright.
"Did you enjoy the show?"
"Dean?" Rachel asked, her voice sounding incredulous. And then she looked even more panicked as she realized I must have been watching the entire thing. That I'd seen her infidelity with her boss. The look on her face was classic, but I tried to keep my own face impassive. It was hard, but I did it. Barely.
"Did you have fun?" I asked.
"Winning a bet and getting your wife? You have to admit that's a good time man!" Terry said.
He rolled off of her finally, his cock pulling away, and I could see her freshly fucked pussy lips which distracted me for a moment. I could even see his load trickling out of her and I had to close my eyes and fight down a shudder as I thought about another man's seed moving up inside my wife's freshly fucked pussy. Filling her, and maybe even knocking her up.
No, now wasn't the time for that sort of distraction. Now was the time for me to take control of things. No more lashing out without thinking like I had when I was pissed off about what those guys were saying about my wife. I'd flown into a rage then and this is where it got me. I needed to be cool and collected. I had to be careful about this.
"Are you sure you won the bet?" I asked.
Terry shrugged. "A weekend with your wife sounds pretty good to me man. And you can't deny what just happened!"
"Now wait a minute Terry," Rachel said. "This was fun, but a whole weekend…"
It was slightly gratifying to see my wife finally coming around. To see that she was finally a little reluctant, even if it was after she'd already fucked another man. It was also nice to know she wasn't exactly on board with being his fuck toy for the entire weekend, no matter how hot that thought was as it ran through my head.
No. Concentrate.
"My wife isn't doing anything of the sort.," I said.
"You lost a bet so your wife is doing what we bet on," he said, some heat coming to his voice.
I shrugged. "I say it's up to you Rachel. Do you want to stay with him and throw away our marriage or are you coming with me and giving us a chance?"
"With you baby," she said without hesitation. I felt warmth run through me at that. It was nice to know I was still wanted even considering what she'd just done. "There'd never be a question of that!"
I shrugged and looked at Terry. "You might've had your fun, but it looks like I'm the man she wants to be with."
Terry chuckled and shook his head. "That's just what she thinks right now. Besides. I won her fair and square. You can't go back on our bet now!"
"Can't I?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
"That wouldn't be very smart," Terry said. He started flexing his arms and the message was clear.
I was terrified, but I had to go through with this. I had to get Rachel out of this situation. A situation which I'd sort of been responsible for getting her into in the first place even if she was the one who went through with fucking her boss without knowing I had any part of it. And so I pulled my phone out of my pocket and held it up. The video I just took was still queued up and ready to go.
"So what would all the people at your company think if this video were to go public?" I asked.
Terry's eyes narrowed. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
I arched an eyebrow and smiled. I hit play on my phone and everything they'd just done was playing out again on the small screen.
"You fucking one of your direct reports? Getting her alone at a party and having your way with her? A married woman? I bet that some people in your organization would have something to say about that." I looked at the surroundings. "How long would you be able to afford this obscene house if you got shitcanned?"
"You wouldn't," he said.
I fought the urge to swallow. I fought to keep my knees from shaking. This guy was damn intimidating, but I could also feel a shift in the room. I could sense a hint of something in him. Just a whiff of desperation. And so I grabbed that and clung to it.
"Try me," I said.
In a flash Terry was off the bed and he'd snatched the phone out of my hands. I looked at him in disbelief as he stood there with a triumphant smile on his face. And then he ran up to one of those big windows and slid it open. I hadn't even realized he could do that. With one quick toss he was throwing my phone out into the darkness and a moment later I heard a splash as it hit the water. No doubt sinking to the depths. Although it probably wasn't too deep here, there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to find that phone. I was suddenly very glad I'd taken the precaution of uploading the video before I came out to confront him.
He turned around and smiled at me. "What are you going to do now pencil dick?"
I laughed. I couldn't help it. It was just so ridiculous. Obviously that wasn't the reaction Terry was looking for, because confusion was written plain on his face. He looked to Rachel who was also staring at me as though I was crazy even as she tried to get her bra and panties back on. I had to admit that she looked like one fucking hot mess as she sat there half naked trying to put herself back together.
"What the fuck is so funny?" he said.
"I wasn't sure if that video was actually a threat," I said. "But now that you went to all the trouble of destroying my phone I know I've got something on you buddy."
"You don't have shit," he said. "That video is going to sleep with the fishes."
I arched an eyebrow again and this time it was easier to keep calm. Now I was really starting to feel in control of the situation. I realized that this asshole, for all his bravado, was a paper tiger. Sure I'd just been able to use him to get something I wanted, watching my wife with another man which was something I didn't even realize I wanted until it happened, but at the same time he was just a tool. He wasn't threatening me. It was a subtle shift in perspective, but it was also world changing at the same time.
"Terry you stupid asshole," I said. His eyes and nostrils flared at that, but he didn't make a move. "You really think I'd come out here without making a backup?"
"I'm gonna…"
I held up a hand. "You're not gonna do jack shit and you know it."
There was a moment. A moment when I worried he might come across the room and give me the same treatment he'd just given my phone. He looked at me, he looked at Rachel, and then something odd happened. He seemed to deflate right in front of me. His shoulders slumped and his face fell. And when he looked back up there was none of that confidence on his face anymore. It was almost as though all his confidence had transferred to me somehow. I couldn't believe it, but there it was.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"What I want right now is to get my wife the hell out of here," I said. "And then maybe later we can meet up and talk about what all of this means."
Rachel had managed to get her dress on, though her hair was still messed up. I smiled and she smiled back at me, a hesitant smile. Probably wondering how I felt about all of this. Hell, I still wasn't sure exactly how I felt about all of this. It was hot watching her fuck another man, but the fact that she'd cheated on me so easily was still weighing heavily on me. I just wasn't sure wh
at I thought of this whole situation even if I was partially responsible for the whole damn thing starting in the first place!
"Come on Rachel," I said. "We have some talking to do."
8: New Possibilities
As we were on our way out to the car Rachel was all over me. She was hanging on me, and I have to admit it was a pleasant feeling even if it was a little odd after how frustratingly cold she'd been with me recently.
"I can't believe you stood up to him like that!" she said. "He always gets his way at the office. No one has ever done that! That was so… Hot!"
Finally I stopped and turned to look at my wife. And all the rage that had been working inside me came bubbling to the surface.
"Why are you hanging all over me like this now? You weren't giving me the time of day before we came over here."
"I just…"
I decided that if I was in control of the situation with Terry then I could probably do the same thing with my wife. And so I gave it a try.
"I'm not in the mood right now," I said. "Now get in the car and be quiet on the ride home while I think about whether or not I want to divorce your ass and include you in your boss's public humiliation!"
Rachel stood there for a moment staring as though she couldn't believe her nice husband would talk to her like that, and then to my surprise she looked down and walked back to the car. I smiled as she did, and watched her ass with interest as she departed. It was an intoxicating sight, especially after knowing that another man had just had his way with her. Somehow that made her even more fucking hot, as fucked up as that was.
Was I going to divorce her? No. There was never any chance of that. That had been so fucking hot, and I couldn't deny how it made me feel. I couldn't deny that it was something I was going to have to try again.
Only next time it would been on my terms. What those terms would be I could only guess at, but I couldn't deny that I was intrigued about the possibilities the future held.