Over the Mushroom Coud

(Author’s note: This is not your typical cuckold-hotwife story. In an effort to subvert the formulaic narrative, I have swapped some roles. To find out which ones they are, keep reading.

As for those of you who are revolted by the mere suggestion of infidelity: you have been warned!)

 

Prologue

 

This year’s winter was the coldest and most inclement of all those that had come before it, for it was unlike anything the world had ever seen. The clouds of radioactive smoke loomed ominously across the skyline: a grisly reminder of what happens when nuclear powers go to war. And yes, you have read correctly – I said “clouds”, for there was not one, but more than a handful of them that Hal could spot across the horizon, and these were in his immediate surroundings of the Canadian wilderness alone.

Only the Almighty knew how many more were sprawled across the globe – and sprawled they were, for they were as abundant as the locusts that had plagued Egypt during Biblical times. The entire world had been plunged into darkness by these clouds, as they blocked out most of the sunlight – as they have done so for nearly a year. For it was around this time last year that the relatively regional South China Sea dispute had escalated into a full-scale global nuclear conflict.

“Call sign Foxtrot, this is call sign Lima. Do you copy? Over,” repeated Hal for the tenth time in a row. Though not one to easily give in, the weeks of radio broadcasting had taken its toll, and he was beyond enervated. This was not the first time he had tried contacting the phantom base ever since he had received a lone signal from it a month ago – or did he?

“Let it go, darling. It must have been nothing more than interference. There’s no way anyone could possibly be out there,” coaxed his wife, Emma. “Besides, I have made a stew out of the elk that Julia had caught this morning,” she stated, in reference to their young daughter.

“That’s wonderful, honey,” he droned with dead eyes, before remembering to add a smile. “But if it does turn out that there is an entire colony of survivors up north, think of the possibilities….” he elucidated, his voice going up several octaves towards the end.

The elk soup was no Michelin-starred meal, but to this tiny family of survivors who were living through exceptionally lean times, it was no less delectable. However, this did not mean that there was no prey to be found. Quite the contrary, in fact. Given the drastic reduction in human interference, the wildlife populations have exploded in size. There were plenty of wild game roaming across the wilderness – albeit occasionally sporting an extra limb and on rare occasions, an extra head. Needless to say, these mutants were to be kept as far away from one’s dinner plate as possible, unless one wished to join them in their abundance of appendages or worse – death.

Radiation poisoning was an ever-present threat, with the nuclear fallout having only recently subsided after a year of incessantly raining down radioactive dust particles. Consequently, one’s catch after every hunting/foraging trip has to be thoroughly scanned with one’s Gieger counter, lest one accidentally ingest contaminated food.

This state of affairs continued to last for another week until their world was turned upside down for a second time since the nuclear war had begun. After an otherwise unremarkable day of hunting, Hal had returned to find the thing that he had been so desperately longing for – an entry in his transmission log that wasn’t his own.

He stared incredulously at the monitor as the words escaped his lips. “Foxtrot.”

It took little over a day for the survivalists to pack all of their gear and decamp from their quaint cabin in the woods. The 50+ mile hike that they would have to endure over the course of the following weeks – possibly months – was another story. They bid farewell to their little dwelling place and set off into the great beyond with nothing more than overwhelming trust: trust that they had placed on those transmissions that Hal had received through his jerry-rigged radio which was unreliable even at the best of times. And at worst – Hal shuddered at the very thought.

He gripped his daughter’s hand even tighter and whispered, “It’ll be alright, Julia. We’re off to a better life now.”

 

Main Act

 

After their perilous journey, a most wonderful sight revealed itself in the horizon, through the mist and snow: the promised land. And like the three wise men of yore, they approached their messiah bearing gifts. What little offerings they hand, they placed before the large, gated community and stepped back. The gates of the reinforced palisade opened and they were let in.

They were welcomed by scores of other survivors just like them who had fled the cities and sought refuge in the bucolic countryside. The family was overwhelmed by the hospitality that was showered upon them.

Through teary eyes, Hal proclaimed, “This day, my lord hath delivered me from certain ruin! Truly, His word reigns supreme over all!”

It seemed as though some of the other settlers turned away in disgust at the words. But, he did not make much of it. The family was greeted by a host of old women who revealed themselves to be the matriarchs of the encampment.

They expressed much wonderment at Hal’s account of his family’s tale of survival in the face of adversity. He recounted how they had fled the post-societal lawlessness of their hometown in British Columbia and set up camp in the rural countryside. The old woman furrowed their brows as he described in graphic detail how they fended off starvation and predators alike (including human ones).

And he finally burst into tears when he reached the part where he had received the fateful transmission that had led to his family’s redemption.

This is when the ancient matriarchs consoled him and his kin. “Your days of living hand-to-mouth are over. Under our care, you shall want for naught, and so shall it be for the rest of your days!”

With this, the feast commenced – and what a feast it was! For a moment, it was as though they had been returned to the pre-apocalyptic days. The little family went to bed with full bellies that night – the first time in over a year.

The rest of the week was spent in getting acquainted with their new neighbours, of which there were plenty. They had also become acclimated to their new way of life, although it did not escape Hal that he had a gut feeling that something was amiss. And as a veteran woodsman, his gut instincts had never failed him. Through short glimpses, he could sense that his new community was a lot more closely-knit than expected – in more ways than one.

There were all these passing sights and nagging thoughts that troubled him. Like, what could Mrs Lucy possibly have been doing, staying over at Robert’s place for the night, rather than at home with her husband? And why was her husband perfectly content with it?

Did his eyes deceive him, or did Jeff just smooch Paul’s wife? Paul wouldn’t be too pleased if he found out! And he could have sworn that Mrs Smith had given him a wink just now. No; he must be imagining things. He is still too jumpy from all the days spent in the wild, looking out for trouble. Now that there is none, his mind must be creating its own.

Tearing his mind away from his lecherous thoughts were the old matrons, who had gathered around to inform him of his role in their matriarchy. “As you must be aware by now: ours is a lifestyle of necessity. We make do with what we have, and in order to do so, we must obtain our resources through any means necessary….”

And they dragged on for what seemed like an eternity, explaining how each member contributed his fair share to the whole. He didn’t know where they were going with this, but through their circumlocution, he could tell that they were trying to avoid something unpleasant.

“…And we have great need for someone like you – a hunter. A man of your skill would prove invaluable, and you will be recompensed handsomely for it.”

“So, you want me to hunt game, do you? Well, why didn’t you say so?”

“We’re afraid it’s a little more complicated than that,” explained a matron. Hal raised an eyebrow.

“We may have fled the cities to escape the warring factions that have risen there, but those very cities contain the key to our survival. If we are to have any hopes of long-term survival, it is imperative that we bring back the resources of the suburbs to our colony.”

“That seems reasonable. Consider it a done deal.”

“But do keep in mind that anything of value is zealously guarded. You must go in armed, along with a group of men from our colony, and deal with any opposition you may meet. This is why you are more suited to this task than others. You have been hunting all your life. All we ask you to do now is to hunt a different sort of prey.”

Hal was aghast.

“I am no murderer, ma’am! Find someone else to do your dirty work. You can forget we ever had this conversation.”

But before he could leave, his path was blocked by several burly men.

“Again, we ask you to consider our offer – for the sake of the colony…for the sake of your family. Need we remind you that we have no room for freeloaders? It would be a terrible shame to see you leave.”

Hal looked over at his wife and daughter, and thought of the lonely cabin. Then, he looked back at the men who stood menacingly in front of him.

“I’ll need time to think about it.”

“Alright, but don’t take too long. The next expedition leaves at dawn, tomorrow. And think of the bright side: the warrior who brings back the most valuable resources gets to name his prize.”

Hearing this, the men began to chuckle, and Hal could’ve sworn that a couple of them were eyeing his wife.

“And what exactly is the prize? Surely, you must have something specific in mind,” he enquired, pulling his wife behind him, to guard her from the men’s gaze.

“You will find out soon enough, noble warrior,” an old woman crooned. “Fret not. It is something you will enjoy most thoroughly. Of that, we are sure! However, that’s only the case if you emerge victorious. You might not like it so much if you lose…unless…,” she trailed off.

Another round of laughter from the men ensued, much louder this time, and interspersed with a few hoots. Yahya retired to his shelter immediately, with his family in tow.

That night, as he was mulling over his decision, his wife came over to him.

“Honey, let’s be honest. We all knew it would come down to this. If we wish to be accepted into our new family, we ought to become productive members of our society.”

“That’s not where the contention lies, though. I’m not going to go against my values and take the life of another human being,” he retorted.

“Think of it this way: it’s either kill or be killed in this hellscape of a world. Do you think our adversaries would afford us the same empathy? Do you think they would spare your life – or that of your wife and daughter, for that matter – if we stood in their way?”

“We’re not like them, Emma. They’re savages, and you know that. Let’s not turn into them!”

Switching tactics, Emma began unbuckling Hal’s pants.

“No, don’t do that…You can’t change my mind like that,” he protested, but it was too late.

Before long, he was moaning from the stimulation of her tongue as it glided along his shaft. And soon, he began thrusting with a certain amount of eagerness, making his wife match his pace, which only egged him on even more.

And before he knew it, he was already shooting his load into her mouth in a satisfying climax, which left him much more open to suggestion.

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t do anything for you!”

Emma kissed him goodnight and with her back turned to him, she smiled and muttered to herself, “Works every time.”

At the break of dawn, the group of warriors left the encampment – Hal included. It was a motley group of unlikely characters who each wished to be crowned the champion. So, teamwork was out of the question. Each man was on his own, and so they spread out in different directions once they reached the city. Hal knew exactly where he was headed: the bank.

If there was money to be made and prizes to be won, what better place could there be to plunder? Though, its defences – or lack thereof – took him by surprise. The bank was left completely unguarded and paper notes lay scattered all about the premises. Jackpot!

It was an enviable haul that he had brought back to the camp – or so he thought. When he showed it to the other men who were returning, they burst into a frenzy of laughter and a few even congratulated him – their words loaded with sarcasm.

Emptying out the contents of his backpack, he could see that the matriarchs were less than amused.

“And what are we to do with a whole host of paper bills, Mr Plymouth? Surely, you must know that the IRS won’t come knocking any time soon,” one enquired pointedly. Another old hag snickered.

“Am I missing something? Or are you indeed telling me that you have no use for money?”

” ‘Money’ is a subjective term, Mr Plymouth. And we have done away with paper bills. Our economy is one based on barter. After the societal collapse, we learnt the hard way that paper currency was not viable. You see, you aren’t the first person to bring back wads of cash in bulk.

“In the initial days, everything was smooth sailing until one of the warriors brought in his haul of looted hundred-dollar bills. Little did we know that this was about to bring us to the brink of ruin.

“In short order, he began purchasing all available commodities in the colony, using his abundant wealth. Wanting in on the action, the other warriors began doing the same until it was all they would bring back. We were soon bereft of actual supplies of food and material, but we had a surfeit of money – useless paper money.

“Not to mention the unchecked inflation and countless instances when quarrels would erupt which would soon turn bloody. That was when we put a check to the inflation by pivoting to our current system of barter.”

Hal watched dejected and sullen as his cash pile went up in flames. In the end, it was nothing more than kindling – and quite an inefficient one at that.

Had it not been for what was about to unfold, he would have spent the rest of his day sulking. The matriarchs were to make an announcement.

“The council has decided that this expedition’s champion is Jared. Young Jared – an unlikely candidate – has emerged victorious for the first time. Now, he will get to name his prize. Take your pick, oh virulent stud!”

“I will have her,” he stated, pointing his finger at Hal’s daughter. “The one with the blonde hair.”

Hal couldn’t believe what he had heard. No; surely, he must have misheard.

“Come again? Do my ears deceive me or did this prick just lay claim to my daughter?”

The council reaffirmed their decision.

“As the supreme council of this settlement, we possess undisputed authority over the adjudication of such matters, Mr Plymouth. Jared has put his life in harm’s way so that we may prosper.

“Such a valiant act deserves nothing but the best of worldly recompense! As such, he may choose anything his heart – or loin – desires, however big or small. And he has chosen your daughter. And we, as the council, have ratified it. So it shall be!”

The council had made its decision – which was binding – and this put Hal into a frenzy. He directed his rage toward the pasty 25-year-old.

” You want ‘the blonde’, do you?! Say that to my face, you little turd! I’ll snap you like a toothpick,” he screeched and lunged forward.

In the blink of an eye, he was tackled and restrained by several men for his instigation. The council reiterated their verdict at the threat of expulsion. Hal took his chances.

“Fine! I’d rather die with dignity than submit to your tyranny, you filthy animals. No; worse than animals – communists!”

And in short order, the family of three was expelled from the base; left to fend for themselves against the elements which were progressively exacerbating as the winter reached its zenith.

But Hal wasn’t about to cave in so easily. For weeks, he and his family made do with what little they could scavenge, most of which was sourced from the garbage being dumped out of the base – a fact which they were reminded of, time and time again.

While the settlers were merrymaking, the forgotten family lay huddled around a campfire that neither offered warmth nor succour. Soon, they became frail and sick. It had become too much to bear – their resolve was beginning to falter, until his wife had had enough. Out of earshot of their daughter, she proposed to her husband that she offer herself as the trophy.

This was enough to break the stoic woodsman. And, through a cascade of tears, he finally agreed. They would receive sustenance for their three bodies – in exchange for one. It was a humbling experience to have to beg and grovel at the feet of the council, but the hands of the council were tied – metaphorically speaking.

“That is up to the victor to decide. He may claim what spoils he wishes.”

Jared sized up Hal’s wife and was either overcome by pity or lust – Hal couldn’t ascertain which – but he agreed to “settle” for his wife instead. To add insult to injury, he claimed to be doing them a favour.

“Thank you for your clemency,” Hal hissed through his teeth. What a piece of shit!

That night, he and his daughter were escorted to a temporary residence where they were to stay for however long it took…until Jared had had his fill.

Hal couldn’t be any more indignant. His manhood had been shattered publicly and his wife was now to be violated by his adversary in his own home. This was the deepest humiliation that any man could experience – to have his wife claimed as a trophy by a “superior” male.

But Hal wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Fuck Jared and his sense of entitlement! Fuck him and his big, strong arms and broad shoulders! Fuck his washboard abs and toned physique! Fuck his…oh, who was he kidding? Jared was a hundred- no, a thousand – times the man he was, and Hal knew it.

But, he would at least try. Through a stroke of serendipity, he snuck out under the cover of dark and surreptitiously made his way back to his lodging. There was a pair of boots on his porch; ones that he had never seen before. This could only mean one thing. He peeked through a tiny slit in the sheet-metal walls.

Hal could see what was going on inside. He found Jared making smalltalk with his wife; nothing insidious. And both parties were still fully clothed. So far, so good. Now, if only the rest of the night were to transpire in this platonic manner, Hal might be able to sleep in peace after all.

But he knew that Jared had other plans in mind. He pressed his ear against the metal sheets. His wife was explaining to Jared how she and Hal had spent their days in the woods. When she confided in him how her husband and daughter would leave her by herself for days on end during their hunting trips, Jared pounced on the opportunity to console her. The crafty bastard!

“You must’ve been awfully lonely, Mrs Plymouth.”

“Please, call me Emma. (Sigh) And yes, I had spent many nights in trepidation, wondering if my beloved would return the following morning.”

“That sounds nerve-wracking. I am quite the lionheart, even if I do say so myself. But even I couldn’t fathom what it must be like from the perspective of a delicate, dainty lass such as thee.”

Oh, that sleazeball!

“Oh, stop it!” She blushed. “But, it’s true. I had nothing to occupy myself with. It was just me and my body…surrounded by a sea of dirty thoughts.”

Jared and Hal were both caught completely off guard.

“Say what, Emma?” Jared prodded.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she replied, brushing it aside. “I had my ways of satisfying my needs.”

But, it was too late. Jared had found his opening. He wasn’t about to blow his chance.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Emma. You are a beautiful, full-bodied woman with your own wants and needs. You don’t need to apologise for that. It was reckless of your husband to neglect his duties like that!” He was such a smooth-talker.

“I must say: you do know how to win over a woman’s heart, young man. I’ll give you that!” She said with a chuckle.

“I should know a thing or two – I had been in a relationship for the past six years,” he revealed.

“Oh! You ‘had been’ in one? So, what happened?”

“My girlfriend…she…uh…” He broke down midway, unable to complete his sentence. “I don’t know how to put it to you…,” he said, holding back tears. His grief seemed genuine.

“You don’t need to tell me if you’re not comfortable,” Emma reassured, offering a hug. Jared fell into her lap, sobbing, and she consoled him.

“I live all alone now. I have no one to call family…no one!” He exclaimed before succumbing to further lamentation.

This seemed to have dampened his mood beyond recovery, for Jared never made a move on Hal’s wife that night. He spent the good while resting on her lap, while she stroked his head. Then, he took his leave without much ceremony or fanfare. Hal could rest easy.

The next day, Hal and his daughter were even allowed to return home. Jared had apparently given up on his conquest. The council was baffled by this, but there was nothing they could do. It was the champion’s choice…and this champion was no longer in the mood for action. It seems like the memory of his girlfriend really did a number on him. It must’ve reopened some deep psychological scars.

“I can’t help but feel sorry for the young man…even if he did try to take advantage of me at first,” revealed Emma over dinner.

“He was a piece of shit; yes. But I agree. He must’ve really loved her,” Hal concurred.

And that was the end of that. Hal could put all of this behind him and move on with his life…until a few days later when his wife dropped a bombshell on him.

“I must go check on him.”

“What? Are you crazy?! He’ll be fine. Forget about him. Now, don’t you go out there and invite trouble for ourselves!”

But she would not stop pestering Hal about it. She was genuinely concerned for his well-being. And after he had failed to show up to community gatherings for several days in a row, she began to fear the worst. After much cajoling, Hal agreed to let her visit him under the sole condition that he would accompany her and supervise their interactions. That way, he could be certain that they wouldn’t engage in anything “frisky”. She agreed, and he granted her permission with a heavy heart.

“That woman must be in over her head. She has such a bleeding heart for every sob story and indigent person she stumbles across. We aren’t running a fucking charity over here,” he muttered.

And from that day onward, it became part of their daily routine to visit Jared and check in on him. They never went empty-handed, though…Emma’s inner mom tendencies wouldn’t allow for it. She would sometimes bake him treats, and at other times, she would offer to cook for him.

Over time, Hal grew to trust Jared around his wife…well, about as much as you would expect a zookeeper to trust a cheetah in the same enclosure as a gazelle. But, either out of lassitude or a false sense of security, he eventually stopped accompanying his wife, and she would visit Jared’s place at her own leisure.

This was primarily intended to be a day-time affair, though…for obvious reasons. He expected her to return home every night: to do otherwise could be an indicator of unfaithfulness. But, as the days turned into weeks, she kept arriving home later and later in the night. Her tardiness had gotten to the point where she would visit Jared almost exclusively at nights.

“I know what it’s like to be lonely, so I’m doing what little I can to offer him some companionship. Moreover, he’s having trouble falling asleep lately. His thinking about his girlfriend has exacerbated his insomnia.”

While Hal didn’t doubt the sincerity behind his wife’s motivation, he couldn’t say the same for Jared. He couldn’t help but have this nagging feeling that this was somehow a grand ploy by the little devil. But then again, he had had a clear shot that one time, and he didn’t take it. Maybe Jared had indeed given up. But what if he had changed his mind in the time that has transpired since?

There was this sinking feeling in Hal that he was indirectly responsible for this. He would be largely to blame for her disloyalty – if that were indeed the case. He had neglected her needs for far too long. And now, he was paying the price.

More importantly, however, Hal couldn’t help but notice the rise in his pants whenever he thought of his wife spending time with Jared. The mere envisioning of his wife’s hands gliding across Jared’s chest was enough to send him into a tizzy. She was a busty MILF and he was a young stud – the perfect combo.

If he ever needed material to jerk off to, here it was – a figment of his imagination, perhaps, but it was grounded in a very real possibility. It was one that, both, frightened and aroused him – a heady mix. And try as he might, he couldn’t swat ALL of the sordid thoughts that entered his head.

Like, that time when Jared’s eyes lingered on his wife’s breasts for a second too long. Or that other time when she bent over and he got a good look at her panties. And did he have to hug her every time, for that long, and in such a tight embrace? And how could he forget that one time when Jared and Emma…?

No! He snapped out of it. There was nothing fishy going on between Jared and his wife…and tonight, he would prove it.

That night, after he bid Emma farewell and pretended to go to bed, he followed her back to Jared’s place. He was going to settle this, once and for all. Propitiously enough, he found a slit in the sheet-metal wall of Jared’s home. They should really start constructing these shacks using sturdier materials!

If he had come to allay his fears, the sight that unfolded before him did anything but.

Jared lay shirtless in bed, while Emma was just stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body. He was clearly soaking in the sight of Hal’s soaking-wet wife. What was the meaning of this?! Hal wanted to bust open the door that very moment, which was when another, even more overpowering emotion grappled him.

He felt this heat rising from his neck and spreading to the back of his ears. He was flustered and sweating. Could it be? Was he actually turned on by this? No! He stepped back. But the signs were undeniable. He felt a thrill unlike any he had felt before. He felt alive again!

He went in for another peep. This time, Jared was stroking his large erection through his briefs while his wife was changing into her new clothes. She was trying to pick out some sexy lingerie, and was having trouble choosing between a red bra and a yellow one.

“I think red would suit you perfectly. It would really accentuate your sensuality and highlight your curves,” Jared suggested.

All the while, her bare breasts were out in the open and she wasn’t trying to hide them. Her glorious, D-cup breasts were on full display, and she was flaunting them to her lover.

Hal was rock-hard now. Since he could no longer fight his erection, he gave in and began stroking himself. There his wife was, topless and exposed, and it excited him beyond measure. He was experiencing a mixture of feelings that he never thought could co-exist – such as jealousy interwoven with hedonism. He was on a high…and he couldn’t get enough of it. He peered through the slit once again.

“I’ve always fantasised about being with a mature woman…you know: a MILF,” Jared confided.

Emma chuckled and said, “I know. You boys are all the same. All you think about is stuffing your face into our big tits and asses. Those skinny girls your age could not satisfy the lust of a REAL man. Only WE can tame such a beast.”

She cupped her breasts and pouted her lips. Her nipples were hard, and stood at peak form.

“So, what do you think? Are they to your liking?” she asked, puffing out her chest.

“They’re even better than I had imagined! I can’t believe how large your areolas are, Emma. They’re nothing to be self-conscious about. They look so inviting! Now, if I could only see them up close…”

Hal’s wife sauntered over to the bed and let Jared fondle her funbags. He was over the moon with excitement. He had never played with such lucious, voluminous tits before. He sucked and teased her nipples with lust, which caused Emma to let out a moan.

“Oooh. My husband never liked my areolas. He always said they were too big.”

“What a shame! If I…were your husband…I would play with them…every chance…I get,” said Jared, interspersed with bouts of sucking.

“And not to mention, he didn’t like how they would sag all the time,” she confessed.

“But isn’t that the mark of a true woman? They complement your figure perfectly,” Jared whispered sensuously.

By now, Hal had worked up a sweat with his masturbation. He was so completely engrossed by the voyeurism that he had forgotten all about his anger. In its place was licentiousness as he watched his wife and her lover make out.

“I want to taste your pussy, Emma.”

“Really? My husband would never go down on me in a million years.”

“Again, it’s a shame, really. He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

With that, he slid out her panties and spread her legs to reveal her hairy pudendum.

“All natural? I like it.”

Emma blushed. Her lover parted her pubic hair to discover her hidden treasure. He could see that her lips were already wet and his tongue yearned to taste them. So he went down between her legs, and she held him there, pressing his head down as she moaned in ecstasy.

Her fruit had never been tasted before, and as a middle-aged woman, she was experiencing a new sensation – one that blew her mind…one that her husband had never provided in all their years of marriage. She was beginning to regret not exploring her sexuality earlier.

“Oh…don’t stop. Keep going, Jared!”

Her lover was alternating between his fingers and tongue to ensure that he didn’t focus too much on one organ while neglecting the other. Between her vagina and her clitoris, Jared had his hands – and tongue – full.

I…I think…I’m gonna cum.”

Was that even possible? She had never cum in her life. But then again, there’s a first time for everything.

“Ohhhh…ohhhhh…mmmmm….”

The juices flowed out of her pussy and Jared eagerly lapped them up. Her labia was soaked with her juices and his saliva as he slid his tongue up and down, deeper and deeper.

After he had licked her labia clean, he then proceeded to rapidly finger her love hole. She trembled with orgasmic pleasure as it rocked her to her core, until…

“OHHHH!….AAAGH!…I’M CUMMING AGAIN!…HOW…?”

Before she could finish, her floodgates had opened for a second time, much to her astonishment. She didn’t know it was even possible…at least not for her. Until now, she had only seen pornstars do it. But tonight, she discovered a new aspect to her body.

Outside, her husband’s eyes were glued to the show. He was feeling a bit light-headed – all of this was a bit much for him to handle in one go. But at the same time, he couldn’t stop for a breather. He didn’t want to miss a thing. He looked back in and felt palpitations as his wife felt up her lover’s briefs. With bulging eyes, she was staring at the bulge between Jared’s legs.

“Ooh, it’s big…and look at that stain from your precum. You must be bursting at the seams! Let’s take care of that, shall we?” she crooned as she pulled his briefs down to his ankles.

Hal had to cover his mouth to stop himself from gasping when he saw Jared’s penis pop out. His wife, on the other hand, lacked similar restraint.

“Oh my God! It’s magnificent!” She exclaimed as she held it. “Look at the size and girth,” she praised his manhood, with star-struck eyes.

Hal felt his ego sting at those words. He knew that he didn’t have the biggest tool in town, but it got the job done…at least that’s what his wife used to say. What is up with her new-found fascination for oversized ones? Or was she always this way? His questions would have to wait. He could already hear her gagging.

Jared was really going to town with his wife. He was thrusting as deep and as hard as he could, but it didn’t seem like Emma’s throat – or gag reflex – was up for the task. Hal wanted to step in to her rescue…but he didn’t want it to end. He was mesmerised by the sight of the young stud taking control of his wife.

There was no denying it anymore. He liked seeing his wife this way…no, he craved it! Hal was a cuckold.

“AAAAGH…I’M GONNA CUM!…I….AAAGH…” screamed Jared.

“Oh yeah…give it to her, nice and good. Let her have it,” whispered Hal to himself, as he was reaching climax.

Jared continued to thrust hard and deep, making Emma gag in rhythm.

“That’s right. Take her…make her yours,” Hal murmured as he stroked vigorously.

With one final thrust, Jared began pumping his load deep down the back of her throat. And he held her there as he continued pumping his seed, while orgasmic shivers ran down his spine. For her part, Emma took down his load like a champ, staying locked in place as her lover’s seed continued to flow down her throat. She didn’t want to spill a single drop of his nectar.

Outside, Hal had bust his nut too – all over his hand and across the sheet-metal. Both men were huffing and panting as they came down from their high.

Emma, on the other hand, pulled back, with ropes of saliva following her mouth. Red-eyed and drooling, she was completely used in a way that she had never been before. Gone were the days of boring, monotonous sex. She now had a young stud at her beck and call, who was full of cum, and ready to take her to heights she had never climbed.

“Oh…wow. I’m speechless. I’ve given blowjobs before, but I’m used to Hal’s little guy. I didn’t expect you to deep-throat me…I didn’t think you’d bottom out like that.”

Now a bit more coherent but still out of his mind, Jared simply nodded, but didn’t say a word. And Hal had seen all there was to see. Now, he had to come to terms with it. But judging by the mess he had left behind, it seemed like already had. He pulled up his pants and stumbled his way back home, in the dark.

For the next two months, Hal didn’t bring it up. He was uncertain about how to process it on one hand, but on the other hand…he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to see more, in fact. He was absolutely disgusted with himself, but every time he thought about it, his little guy would begin to stir.

But it’s not like he had a micropenis. He was of average endowment – it was Jared who was the freak. And boy, did he want to see him defile his wife with his massive shlong!

Every time his wife would leave for the night, he would sneak out too, like the little peeping tom that he was. But not every night would culminate in sexy time. Sometimes, they would simply cuddle and at other times, they would engage in heavy petting and foreplay. But every time, notwithstanding, Hal would play with his

pistol, ready to shoot his load.

But, one thing seemed to happen quite often during his wife’s sexcapades…a recurring theme, if you will. It seemed that Jared – for all his machismo – didn’t really know how to use his size to his advantage. He was able to bring his wife to orgasm through cunnilingus, fingering and other means…but never through plain ‘ole vaginal sex.

Like, the other day, he finished way too early – before Emma could reach halfway there. As a result, she had failed to achieve an orgasm. And on another occasion, he had failed to stimulate her G-spot, which should have been a cakewalk for him, given his size. Yet, he came up short, so to speak.

Hal was beginning to see a pattern. Perhaps this kid was a rookie, after all. Now, what can he do about it? He didn’t didn’t want to see his wife left unfulfilled, and quite frankly, he wanted Jared to fill her every hole. Decisions, decisions…Welp, there was only one thing left to do!

One night, as his wife was preparing to leave, he sat her down to have a chat. She was perplexed as it had come completely out of left field, but she obeyed.

“So, how’s Jared been coping lately?” he asked innocently. “I’m sure you must be helping him deal with whatever phase or depression he’s going through.”

“He’s faring much better, now that he has some company.”

“It’s strange that you provide for him so late in the night, don’t you think? Why won’t you let the poor boy sleep, honey? Or are you planning on SUCKING the life out of him every night?” He enquired, placing emphasis on the word “sucking”. It didn’t go unnoticed by his wife.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear. Besides, it’s getting late. He must be wondering what’s keeping me.”

Seeing Hal’s tense expression, however, she immediately changed course. “Maybe now’s not a good time. It’s too late. He must have gone to bed alrea….”

Hal cut her off before she could finish her sentence. He confronted her about what he had seen for the past two months, starting from their very first encounter – rather, the first one that he had witnessed. The blood drained from Emma’s face as her husband described every sex act that he had witnessed, in graphic detail.

By the end of it, she was left in tears and was certain that her marriage had come to an end. That was when Hal couldn’t keep up his facade any longer. He burst out laughing, which only served to frighten Emma even more, as she thought that he had been driven to insanity by her betrayal.

That’s when he let the cat out of the bag about his cuckold fantasy. At first, she thought he was toying with her, but when she could see that he was genuinely into seeing her with another man, she calmed down. Now, it was her turn to come to terms with a life-changing discovery. Hal was willing to wait.

It had been two whole weeks since Emma had last slept with Jared, and her body was craving for his thick, juicy cock. But, she still didn’t know how Hal would react when he would meet her lover, face-to-face. There’s no telling what could go down when two hot-blooded men confront each other like that. But Hal insisted that he would behave: he wanted to see his fantasy play out, right in front of him.

Just like any other night, Emma left the house, but unlike before, Hal wasn’t slinking behind her. Rather, he was one who took the lead. Tonight was going to be the night! She knocked on Jared’s door and Hal hid behind a corner.

“Emma! Wow! I never thought I’d see you again. Come on in… I am aching for some action!”

“Yeah, about that…there’s someone here to see you.”

On cue, Hal stepped out of the shadows.

“Hey there, boy…How are you doing this fine evening?”

“Erm…Mr Plymouth? I…I’m doing fine I guess…?”

“What’s all this talk of “action” I hear? Are you two filming a movie together? If so, what KIND of movie?” Asked Hal, turning to his wife. “I would love to watch,” he added sarcastically.

“I…I mean we…erm…,” stuttered the kid.

“Let’s cut the crap, alright!” cussed Hal, pinning Jared to the wall. “I know that you’ve been banging my wife, shithead! I’ve seen it with my own two eyes.”

The face that Jared made when he heard this was priceless – it would stick with Hal for the rest of his days. He enjoyed having the tables turned on this know-it-all little asshole.