An Anniversary, A Video, and A Cuck

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

 

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A loud pop sounded as the cork shot out of the bottle in the hotel suite. Barrett was holding it up like a trophy he’d won. Foam frothed up out of it’s neck and he quickly caught it in one of the champagne flutes.

He chuckled and flashed his eyes at his wife sitting at the small dining table set for a romantic evening for two. Maurine’s round cheeks were pulled tight in an approving smile. Barrett set the flute in front of her as the golden liquid fizzled cheerfully. His eyes took in her bare arms and shoulders recently made taut with rigorous exercise at the gym.

Maurine had been especially motivated these past two months and the results were making Barrett lick his lips. Her waist had regained it’s feminine taper, but the weight loss hadn’t touched her generous hips. They bulged against her dress and Barrett fantasized about the plump cheeks his wife was now seated on.

A tan thigh beckoned him from Maurine’s high split and he said a prayer of gratitude as he ogled the smooth, well lotioned flesh. He imagined how many squats his wife must’ve done in order to thicken it with just the right amount of muscle.

Maurine accepted her glass of champagne and offered her husband a wink as she put it to her small pert lips. Barret noted the way her large breasts strained the front of her dress and he wished for a neckline that might give him a preview, but Maurine’s was a smooth line just below her collarbone.

By the time his glass was full and in his hand, Maurine had already downed hers. She held it out for another and Barrett chuckled with the assurance that tonight was going to be a good night. He held out his glass to hers.

“To you, sweetheart. Twelve years with the woman who helped me launch my business and the love of my life.”

Maurine clinked glasses with her husband and smirked at his appreciation. They drank together and then put the glasses back on the table a quarter full.

“Money and time well-invested, honey.”

She emptied the glass in her hand and set it back down on the table before Barrett took his wife’s hand and guided her to stand next to him. Holding her hand out of the way, he openly inspected her body.

“Speaking of time well-invested, your extra time in the gym has been paying off.”

Maurine smoothed her free hand over her stomach and skirt, turning this way and that to give Barrett a better view.

“Thank you. It’s been hard work, but I knew I’d need the extra stamina tonight.”

Her eyebrows danced to mark her innuendo and Barrett smiled as he got her meaning. Maurine closed the distance between them and slung her arms around her husband’s neck.

“Tell me something.”

She pressed her heavy breasts into his blue button-down shirt and looked deeply into his brown eyes.

“Do you love me?”

Maurine’s dark eyes pulsed with something that Barrett interpreted as interest. Barrett couldn’t hide his amazement of her sincerity.

“Of course, sweetie.”

The forty-year old woman shot him a look that urged Barrett for a better answer.

“No, I mean, do you love me as much as you did when we first got married?”

His smile widened.

“I love you much more.”

“That’s good.”

She gave him a quick peck on the lips and then released the hug.

“I have a surprise for you.”

She led her husband out of the beautiful suite’s main area with it’s large windows and wonderful view of the city and into the luxurious bedroom. Barrett couldn’t help the expression of excitement as his black loafers slid to a halt on the white marble floor.

The recess lighting bathed the room in warm light. The platform bed was already decorated in rose petals and the large mirror above the bed reflected the petal-flecked love nest below. Maurine pointed to the chair in front of the foot of the bed.

“Sit down and give me a minute, Barry.”

She slinked off through the bathroom door on the opposite end of the room. Barrett rubbed his hands together as he sat on the heavy lounge chair, mind eagerly imagining the sexy surprise his wife had planned.

In the quarter of an hour it took for his wife to reemerge, he had already taken off his pants and shirt, and now the man’s soft belly perched on his white boxer-clad thighs. Maurine stepped out. Her husband drooled over the thigh high stockings and four and a half inch heels she was wearing. He could see garter straps attached at the top just under the hem of a black silk robe that stopped just below her hips. She had tied it close to conceal what he imagined was the real surprise.

The top of it strained to contain Maurine’s giant orbs. Barrett could see the straps of a cupless bra criss-crossing over her chest. Her nipples were unmistakable against the smooth silk. His dick stirred visibly in the thin material of his light blue boxers as his wife neared.

“Baby, you look amazing!”

His voice deepened with lust. Maurine concurred, but continued her slow stroll towards her husband.

“Thank you.”

When the luscious vixen’s full-figure was within arms reach, Barrett’s hands rose to meet her, but she stopped him.

“You love me right?”

She asked again strangely. Barrett nodded with a mouth dry from desire and eyes roaming over the rest of her body still concealed in the robe. Barrett felt his wife’s hand on his wrist and heard a mechanical click. He raised his wrist and saw the metal shackle.

“What’s this?”

Maurine smiled and casually went on putting another on his other wrist.

“You trust me right?”

She winked at him and Barrett lit up with the promise of something kinky. His wife shackled his ankles as well and tightened something on the back of the chair that immobilized her husband in a seated position. Barrett tested the strength of the restraints. There was very little give in them, but he managed a smile although it was tinted with nervousness.

“Now, how about we watch a movie?”

Barrett looked up at his wife eagerly reading the insinuation in her eyes. She turned on the TV and immediately the video began playing on the screen to his right. He turned his head, but was utterly confused to see his living room.

Several moments passed and his wife appeared on screen in full workout gear, her gym bag already over her shoulder as she headed for the door. As she arrived, another familiar face entered the house.

“What is this?”

Confusion pursed his mouth into a frown as he questioned what he was about to witness on the screen. He recognized their cleaning lady, Lupe, sliding into the house while his wife held the door for her smiling.

For a while the two seemed to exchange pleasantries, but there was only the faint sound of their voices that the recording device picked up. Lupe smiled demurely as the two women traded places and the young Guatemalan woman held the door for her employer’s wife as she left.

Lupe lingered at the door, supposedly watching Maurine leave in her car, and gave a final wave. Then, she closed it before stepping out of her flip-flops and moving inside, closer to the camera.

Although neither was sure by how much, it was clear she was younger. Her face didn’t have a single wrinkle, and her cheekbones were high and tight with a youthful look to them.

Her body was unabashedly feminine. Her leggings were stretched tight over toned legs and curvaceous hips that were hard to hide. Even under the dull grey scrub top she was wearing, her breasts swayed with a weight only slightly less ponderous than Maurine’s.

The woman turned profile to open the hallway closet and treated her viewers to the luscious C-shape of her ass cheeks as she retrieved a vacuum and feather duster. She moved them both into the living room, placed the vacuum behind the couch, and began dusting the coffee table and shelving.

When she got close to the shelves, her dark garnet shade of lipstick was more apparent on her full lips. Her swaying motions bouncing the black locks of her pixie cut hairstyle over her left eye.

Suddenly, the woman turned back to the door as if she’d heard something. She stood straight up and pulled her grey top off in a hurry. The screen was full of her massive breasts pressed into the hot pink, tight camisole tank top she had had on underneath.

She discarded the grey cloth somewhere on the other side of the screen and quickly stepped over to the coffee table that she’d already dusted. Arbitrarily, she tickled it with the duster while she stood in a half-bent pose. One leg with it’s heel-raised making her legs look even more inviting.

Barry was visibly perspiring. He hadn’t realized what he was watching until Lupe’s hot pink cami made an appearance.

“Uhh, honey, could we-”

Barrett nervously shot glances back and forth from his wife to the screen. He held his breath. His image appeared on screen and stepped around the young woman with a lascivious grin on his face as he overtly stared at the tightly wrapped ass in front of him.

His hand spruced his creme golf shirt before coming to rest on the front of his khakis. It moved over the fabric as if stroking something of increasing concern.

Lupe pretended to be unaware of his presence, but the naughty smirk and blushing cheeks gave her away. The Barrett on the screen got closer until he was directly behind her. He bit his lip and slung his hand at her voluminous backside and the smack rang out loud enough for the mike to pick up.

The thirty-something immigrant merely looked back with coyness, her devilish grin and blush never fading. The grin on Barrett’s face darkened with lust.

The Barrett chained to the chair laughed nervously as a cold flop sweat had set in on his forehead and lip.

“That’s not what it looks like! We joke around me and Lupe. You know!”

Maurine feigned an understanding nod as they both turned back to the screen. Lupe’s lips were arking into a seductive grin and she gracefully embraced her employer, arms around his neck as their bodies pressed together intimately.

On the screen, they exchanged a word in hushed conversation not picked up by the microphone of the recording device. Maurine regarded her husband with a raised eyebrow, but her grin still hadn’t faded.

“It’s just a hug!”

He bargained with his voice raising an octave. On the screen, Barrett and Lupe leaned in and pressed their lips together in a slow sensual kiss. Maurine again looked at him smugly as if waiting for another feeble explanation as the Barrett on the screen moved to second base, groping at her substantial breasts through the tight shiny fabric.

Barrett swallowed hard. His mind was searching for the words, but stammering in between attempts to form them. Maurine paused the video as he spoke.

“S-sweetheart listen, y-you know that….ummmm…that I can be…uhhh…a little flirtatious…you know, at times…and I think Lupe just…you know…she just…took that out of context…and….uhhh-”

“Let’s pretend I’ve already seen this movie.”

Barrett swallowed hard.

“In fact, let’s pretend I’ve seen the sequel too.”

Maurine’s voice was dripping with insinuation and it boomed with a righteous heat that coaxed even more sweat from Barrett’s brow.

“You have?”

Maurine nodded. Her heels clicked a slow predatory stroll up to her to her husband and leaned in until she was eye-level. He lowered his head and the shame made it impossible to enjoy the sight of Maurine’s massive cleavage.

“How many times would you say you and Lupe have acted together?”

“Wha?…I don’t know..”

Maurine hooked a finger under his chin and made him look at her.

“Come on, sweetie, tell me the truth. Don’t you think I deserve the truth?”

Her tone was still sweet. No anger or judgement, just something hard and stony that made him want to comply.

“Every day she comes to clean the house.”

“Since when?”

Maurine asked the question as if she was asking her husband how many times he takes the freeway to work.

“A month.”

“Three times a week for four weeks, that’s twelve. Sounds about right.”

Barrett’s eyes dropped again with shame. Maurine again lifted his chin to meet her eyes.

“It’s ok. I have to admit when I first found out I was furious,”

she sighed as she looked up and then returned to her husband, fresh shame wrinkling his brow,

“but now I get it.”

Barrett looked up to plead his case.

“Baby, I didn’t mean-”

“Sweetie, if you have genuine feelings for Lupe, then who am I to stand in the way.”

“What?”

Barrett’s face was a ferris wheel of confusion, shock, and panic.

“It will be terrible, but we can get divorced and then you can be free to be with Lupe.”

“What? No I don’t-”

“We’ll have to sell the house, of course, maybe even the cars,”

Maurine stood back up and flicked the remote in her hand back and forth as she rattled off marital assets like simple line items,

“then of course there’s the business.”

“What?”

“I put up the money for you to start it. I checked with my lawyer and he says there isn’t a judge in this state that wouldn’t consider it marital property,”

Barrett swallowed again, his mouth gaped open, and his eyes went blank with the realization,

“meaning I’d own half.”

There was a spinning sensation in Barrett’s guts. He could feel a general queasiness settling in as his mind did the math, but his wife continued.

“Or you could buy me out. What’s that? Four, Five million. You got that right?”

Barrett looked up as if he were dying of thirst and it was entirely possible given the amount of sweat now darkening his shirt.

“Baby, please-”

“But that’s a small price to pay for true love right?”

“Mo, baby, wait-”

“Plus, I don’t think I could compete. I mean that girl has skills. Trust me, I’ve seen the videos.”

“Maurine, please!”

Maurine looked down at the man with a relaxed, but expectant look. Barrett paused, surprised by the sudden attention. He took a deep breath and tried to lower his voice to a less panicked tone.

“I made a mistake. I realize that now. I’m sorry.”

Barrett pleaded with his eyes as he looked up and watched his wife’s face soften. The promise of hope fluttered in his chest like a butterfly freshly released from its cocoon and just as delicate. He knew Maurine could crush it with a word, but her voice spoke softly.

“It will be painful divorcing you and the courts and divvying up all the stuff, but if you want to-”

“No, sweetheart. Please!”

“Or…”

Her eyes drifted thoughtfully to the screen. The image of her husband in a romantic embrace with another woman seemed to captivate her for a moment and then the shimmer of an idea was in her eyes as she looked back at Barrett, small pools gathering at the corners of his eyes.

“Maybe there’s something you can do.”

“Yes! Yes! I’ll do whatever you want!”

The tears still hadn’t fallen yet but his face was red with the effort of holding them back.

“Whatever I want?”

Barrett nodded.

“I want to do what she’s doing.”

Maurine’s eyes glowed with the image on the screen as she stared at the comely seductress on the screen with her lips pressed against her husband. Barrett joined her and then his confusion was exchanged for elation.

“Yes, of course!”

“I want to feel what she feels. Desired. Lusted after.”

Barrett was nodding along with something like relief building in his chest. His mind prepared to kiss his wife with all the vigor he could muster.

“And I want to know if I’m as good-No!-better than her!”

Maurine’s were wide with ambition when they returned to Barrett, but she narrowed them with an urgent question.

“Will you still love me?”

Barrett’s eyes shimmered with the hope of redemption and his voice quivered with the weight of his honesty.

“I love you so much. You are so precious to me and I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you as my wife.”

Maurine looked as though she’d finally gotten what she was looking for. She smiled with a small hint of satisfaction as she closed her eyes and breathed in deep before exhaling and opening them again.

“Do what I tell you for the rest of the night, and tomorrow, we can go back to being a loving couple. Will you do that for me?”

Barrett’s head nodded clearly.

“Good, then for the rest of the night you won’t speak unless I say so.”

His nod was less enthusiastic, but that relief drifted up through his face and he pursed his lips and leaned forward to deliver the kiss his wife seemed to want so desperately.

Maurine straightened and walked out of the room. Barrett’s eyes went wide as he attempted to turn his head and follow her out the door. His mouth was open again and his jaw bounced as he wanted to speak, but his wife’s words repeated in his ears and he swallowed the urge instead.

His ears were straining and listening for any sound. He made out some buzzing noises, clicks, and steps, but the sound of her heels pacing against the marble floors was unmistakable. He couldn’t help the impatience he felt. Being alone in the room was being alone with his thoughts.

There were images playing in his head. One where he had to sit on opposite ends of a legal arbitration and make concessions that would include the house, the car, some property they owned, and even a part of his business that she herself had contributed a large portion of the start-up money for.

He knew he wouldn’t get any sympathy from Maurine much less her legal counsel or whoever was the arbitrator. He’d end up with very close to nothing. His eyes went back to the man on the sixty-five inch flat screen and his heart ached with regret.

Anything would be better than the bloodbath he imagined. He started to prepare himself mentally. He noted the restraints on his wrists and ankles and remembered how his wife was dressed. He pictured how mad she must’ve been and what she wanted to do to him.

He pictured whips, paddles, hot candle wax, maybe even a cock cage and somehow none of it seemed as painful as the divorce proceedings. He shook his head and cleared the cobwebs of anguish and concern until only sure-minded, clear focus remained.

He resolved to pay his wife her pound of flesh. He could take a little pain and tomorrow they would step over this and move into another chapter of their lives together. Barrett felt confidence renew as he pictured his wife forgiving him after she’d finished dispensing justice.

Deep down something inside him wanted to atone. Suddenly, there was the faint sound of the main door to the suite opening in the other room. He panicked for a moment thinking his wife might be leaving him there by himself.

Then he heard voices. Maurine’s at first, then, others he couldn’t recognize. When the footsteps began getting louder he was unable to keep the panic from spilling into his expression.

His wife walked into the room with a smile on her face so big Barrett saw it before anything else. Coming into the large romantically decorated room behind her were two very large men. They were both grinning at him and Barrett felt ice cold fear washing down his back.

Again, he wanted to say something, but his wife began speaking with a grinning stranger at either side of her.

“Barry, these are my friends. Say, Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Aren’t they nice?”

His wife bubbled. Her face was giddier than he remembered it on their wedding day twelve years ago. Barrett’s mouth again opened to protests, but Maurine cut him off with a finger to her lips.

“I-”

“Shhhhhhh.”

She leaned in close while the men maintained their positions behind her and as if given some invisible cue. They began taking off their shirts, as Maurine leaned close enough to whisper to Barrett.

“Remember our agreement, honey. Only when I say so and, even then, only what I want to hear.”

Barrett felt the warning in her words and his mouth clamped shut in obedience. By the time Maurine had stepped back, both men were shirtless. Their bodies were thickly plated with square chunks of rippling muscle.

Barrett was suddenly aware of his soft, pudgy form in the shadow of their hard physiques. Maurine turned to the man on her right whose skin glowed a deep brown hue and her hand began stroking his shoulder. His taut deltoid muscles barely budged under her hand.

“This is Demetrius.”

Maurine introduced, still smiling wide. The man’s hair was buzz cut short, but it laid over his scalp with an almost unnatural waviness and sheen to it. He smirked in Barrett’s direction, offering what seemed like a scoff and then returned to the full-figured and lingerie clad milf rubbing his shoulder.

“And this is Alfonso.”

Maurine continued the introduction and began petting the shirtless man on her left in similar fashion. Alfonso’s muscular frame didn’t take up as much square footage as Demetrius, but he was no less intimidating.

He smoldered under Maurine’s touch and his neatly trimmed beard matched perfectly with his fashionably styled hair. The sides of it were short but it was topped with lengthy locks perfectly quaffed back. His pink lips pursed together as they slanted into a suggestive smirk in Maurine’s direction.

“I met them at the gym.”

Barrett could barely hear his wife over the sick feeling building in his stomach. ”

“Ok, Barry, watch closely and make sure I’m doing it better than Lupe.”

Maurine turned to Demetrius first. Her hands slid up the stony abs and pecs that tightened with her touch as she closed the distance. Barrett’s eyes saucer-ed as he watched his wife kiss his lips and moan with Demetrius’ tongue in her mouth. The man’s strong arms enveloped her and pulled her tightly to his body until her massive tits lifted against his marbled torso.

They parted after a long, warm moment with a wet smack. Then, Barrett felt another bout of queasiness as his wife, face now flushed with heat, turned to Alfonso.

The tanned man was more aggressive and one hand immediately went to the back of her head while the other cupped her ass and hefted it. Maurine’s leg instinctively lifted and she wrapped it around the bold man’s hip, pressing her sex into his crotch.

Maurine melted into his taut arms and a muted squeal emanated from her side of their lip bond. Barrett could hear the wet swirl of Alfonso’s tongue as it delved into his wife’s mouth and seemed to tickle something deep inside her. She broke again with a wet smack and teetered slightly as she returned to standing on two legs. Her cheeks were red and her eyes cloudy with arousal.

“Whew! Ok!…How was that?”

“What?”

Barrett’s mind was barely able to process what had happened.

“How was the kiss? Was it better than Lupe’s?”

“I-I…I…I don’t know.”

Maurine huffed her frustration, but she bounced in her heels and her smile betrayed her eagerness.

“Ugh! It’s fine, we’ll do it again. Watch this time!”

Again, Maurine locked lips with the demi-god Demetrius and the man seemed determined to one up Alfonso as he grabbed two handfuls of Maurine’s succulent cheeks. His lips more actively massaged hers as his head changed angles to allow his tongue flick in and out of her mouth lightly.

As she was released, Maurine breathed in deeply trying to steady herself, but her chest was already pumping with the effort. The look of arousal darkening her eyes seemed to double. She turned to Alfonso and the contest continued.

Alfonso’s right hand angled around to cup her ass again while his left delved between her thighs and caressed something that made Maurine lift onto her toes and moan. When he finished she licked her lips with heavily lidded eyes and turned to her husband.

“How about that time?”

Barrett swallowed and his dry throat ached. He could feel humiliation cooling over his shoulders and something spikey in his chest as he managed to look up as his aroused wife.

“That was better than Lupe’s.”

He formed the words reluctantly and to his chagrin, his cock stiffened against his belly.

“Great! What did you and Lupe do next?”

Maurine’s question instantly caused everyone to regard the screen.

“I…uh…I…uh-”

“You don’t remember? That’s ok we can just watch.”

Maurine grabbed the remote and pushed play. Barrett let out another meek stammer, but the image on the screen began moving again. This time, the two embracing bodies were close enough that their moans could be heard. Lupe and Barrett’s bodies gingerly swayed together as their lips and tongues caressed.

Lupe seemed incensed by the sensation and her hand went up to the shoulder strap of her camisole top, pulling it down until a large tit tipped with an erect brown nipple bounced into view. On screen Barrett stopped kissing her darkly stained lips to seize the saucer-like arreola.

Lupe’s head craned back and her eyes closed as she held onto the back of her lover’s head. Her moans only slightly diminish by the wet sucking sounds as Barrett devoured her aggressively. Maurine paused it again.

“Ooo, that looks fun!”

The two huge men at her flanks chuckled in agreement. Maurine’s hands were eagerly untying her belt as everyone in the room zeroed in on her tits. The robe slacked and drifted open and then was smoothly cascading down her arms until it hit the floor behind her.

Maurine grinned proudly as her massive mounds were received with lusty looks from Demetrius and Alfonso. Barrett’s heart ached as he stared into the brownish-pink silver dollars and knew they weren’t his to play with.

The two men crowded closer and Maurine’s free hand went to the back of Demetrius’ head and guided his head to the giant breast. Maurine’s eyes closed as she exhaled, paused by the sensation of Demetrius’ warm mouth manipulating the delicate nipple.

She absentmindedly pulled his face into it more and the beige orb covered the circumference of his head easily.

Alfonso seized the other without needing to be guided and the competition was reborn. Both men hungrily lapped, sucked, and nibbled at their respective fleshy tit with wild abandon. As Maurine cooed her enjoyment, each man made slurping noises with the urgent need to coax more lovely noises from the beautiful woman.

“Mmmm..oh…ooo…yess…mmmm…oh that feels so good!”

Barrett swallowed the saliva gathering in his mouth as other men sampled his wife’s tits. Maurine could feel the surge of sensation from their tongues as if they played on a magic string that connected straight to her clit.

It twitched and swelled in full view of everyone with no panties to hide her arousal. Her breath quickened as the men’s competition heated up. When their tongues and mouths weren’t enough, each man began incorporating a hand.

Demetrius grabbed a handful of ass cheek while Alfonso hand found Maurine moistening slit and stroked it like a pet.

“MMM!”

Maurine bit her lips as the wave of pleasure threatened to capsize her. The two men pinned her between them and she looked out with eyes half closed and a voice quivering from what their ministrations were doing to her body.

“Tell me what she does next, Barry.”

She ordered her helpless husband. When he hesitated, she depressed the button on the remote and the image on the screen came back to life.

Lupe was moaning like Maurine and Barrett’s hand had already slipped down the front of her leggings. Barrett watched with a slow dread building as he clenched his teeth. Maurine only half watched as the other half of the time was spent moaning and squirming between the two hard bodies suckling at her tits, fondling her ass, and pussy.

Lupe said something in Spanish as her breathing became as labored as Maurine’s. When the Barrett on the screen released her nipple and rose back up to his full height, her words were clear and in English as she sank down to her knees.

“Give it to me.”

The Latin vixen demanded through a husky exhale. Barrett worked his belt and zipper free with fevered and jerky movements. He fished his erection out and Lupe seized it.

She stared seductively up at her boss as she slowly plunged his engorged dick into her mouth and moaned.

“Mmmm.”

Maurine paused again. Barrett felt tears building in his eyes as he turned to his wife. Her back was arched and she was pushing her chest out into the needy mouths of her two lovers as they attacked the sensitive flesh of her nipples with eager tongues.

Demetrius was massaging the mass of flesh as he licked at it while Alfonso had slipped a digit into Maurine’s crease. Barrett’s ears were assaulted by the wet squelch of him adding a second and rowing them in and out of her. She smiled as she addressed them.

“You heard her boys. Give them to me!”

A taunting laugh escaped their throats as they stood up straight to undo their belts. Barrett’s lip quivered as he struggled to hold back the plea on it.

“Baby?”

Maurine seemed to only just remember he was sitting directly in front of her as she turned her lust-drunk face to him. She stepped closer while her male consorts continued disrobing. She leaned in and Barrett could smell her wet pussy, nipples still glistening with spittal.

“You don’t have to do this.”

The words were whispered as if he feared the other men might hear him. Maurine offered him a look of slight sympathy.

“Oh, honey. I do.”

Maurine turned his head to the screen with a gentle touch of her fingertips under his chin. Barrett winced with regret to see the image of himself face-fucking their maid. His wife menacingly whispered into his ear.

“You did this. And when you did you hurt me. But now you’re going to make it right. You’re going to watch me suck and fuck both of these guys and you’re going to watch so you remember the pain. Now,”

Maurine straightened and took several steps back and raised her voice as she stood between Demetrius and Alfonso once again.

“What did Lupe do?”

Cold demand resonated from her eyes and Barrett again was compelled to comply.

“She sucked my dick.”

He admitted as Maurine slowly and suggestively lowered herself into a squat between the men, now in their underwear.

“And what am I gonna do now?”

Barrett choked back the searing tears forming in his eyes.

“Suck their dicks.”

He managed to say it, but the words were bitter on his tongue. The two were eyeing Maurine knowingly. The prodigious bulges against the soft cotton of their underwear didn’t escape Barrett’s notice. They jeered at the statement and stared down at the comely, mature woman now petting the fabric over Demetrius’ boxer briefs.

She turned to him more fully and lowered her knees to the ground for better leverage. Her slender fingers gripped the elastic band of his underwear and slowly lowered them. Barrett couldn’t hide the shock as the dark chocolate monster was revealed.

It was stiff and veiny, mirroring the muscular thigh the tight underwear pinned it against. When Maurine finally reached the end of it, it sprung out, almost hitting her chin. Her eyes flared at the sight of it.

“Ooo…wow.”

She swallowed as the head leaked a tear of precum and she felt her body respond. Alfonso, bold as ever, removed his underwear altogether. What his cock lacked in length compared to it’s dark counterpart it more than made up for in girth. He stroked it at her as he neared and the voluptuous woman on her knees marveled at the cock looming over almost as thick as her forearm. Maurine licked her lips.

Barrett felt something in his chest tightened as his wife grabbed them both by the root several feet from where he sat. The dicks continued to lengthen and harden in her hands. Her tits swayed with her stroking as she gave them a few slow caresses. Their hard horns were rigid with a yearning that sent shivers down her spine. Maurine turned her head towards Demetrius again and neared it until she could smell his precum. Her lips parted slowly and Barrett shed a tear as his wife engulfed the tip with her hot mouth.

Maurine’s cheeks indented as her lips smothered the fat black tip and sucked vigorously. Demetrius exhaled as he felt Maurine accept his rod. His dick threatened to be way too much for the older woman’s mouth, but he looked eager to see how much of it she could wet with the tiny orifice.

Slowly, Maurine’s mouth opened and began a slow descent down his meaty shaft. Barrett couldn’t look away. His wife’s moans slowly turn to wet throaty plops and then coughs as she could barely get a quarter of the way down.

“Hmph hmph…It’s so much bigger than I’m used to.”

This time she swallowed hard and stared at her husband with a suggestive smile and watery eyes. The man to her left loomed closer and instantly Maurine’s hand renewed it’s slow, loving stroke.

“Oh, can’t forget about Alfonso.”

Her head turned to her left and she again tried to futilely expand her throat with his thick phallus. Barrett watched as his wife bobbed her head on each man and listened to their jeers and breathy moans of pleasure as she continued to suck them off with a happy expression on her face.

Slowly, Maurine made progress. The sheen of her saliva grew on each shaft as she slobbered, choked, and struggled until she could get half way down both men’s appendages. The self-satisfied smile on her face didn’t let up.

“Mmmmmm….ughnmmmm….yughmm…yughmmmnnnn….hmph hmph.”

Her long brunette hair whipped back and forth as she alternated between them. Determination stole her as she looked into the angry head of Demetrius’ penis. She knelt before it with all the sincerity in her face of a nurse tending to a patient and grabbed it with her right hand. Her left cupped his ass and as she spread her mouth open around the thick spear, she pulled herself down on it with no regard for her need to breathe.

Barrett could hear the retching sounds as his wife fought back her own gag reflex and physically willed her body to accept the large intruder into her neck. She held herself there, her nose still half a hand away from Demetrius’ abs.

Tears were welling into quivering pools at the corners of her eyes. Drool streamed from the corners of her mouth and her lungs burned for lack of oxygen, but she persisted. When she finally relinquished his large black cock, she was a smiling, spittal-glazed mess gasping with strands of drool still linking her to the rigid tool.

The tears streamed down her cheeks, but the pleasure was clear on her face. The two large men seemed to be breathing heavily with the same ardor growing behind their dark eyes. Alfonso grabbed the back of Maurine’s head with her long hair interlaced between his fingers and stabbed his wet dick into her mouth roughly. When he pulled out, Maurine cooed as if he had hit an erogenous zone.

“MMmm! Yes, more!”

She moaned, her voice calm, but breathy with a growing urgency. Alfonso penetrated again and this time he pulled her into his thrust more roughly. When he felt a hot spurt of spittal from her gagging, he pulled out.

Maurine was struggling to get air into her lungs. Her breasts were undulating on her heaving chest as she took large urgent gasps.

Demetrius grabbed her head as Alfonso relinquished it and began using her throat roughly as well. His warm dark brown skin glistened with sweat as he held her head in place while his naked ass cheeks flexed with each thrust into Barrett’s wife.

Barrett could hear the sounds she was making. Awkward sounding moans oddly interrupted by the large penis stretching her throat. They sounded foreign to his ears, as if they weren’t coming from the woman he’d known for almost two decades.

When Demetrius retreated, Barrett saw the woman again as if for the first time. Drool was running down her chin, a tear of it was even trailing down her neck. She was panting like a dog or more accurately a bitch.

Her neck, chest, and face were all flush, and her forehead was beading with sweat. Meanwhile, her eyes were shining with something otherworldly as her expression looked almost euphoric.

He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. He felt the cold, humiliating sensation on the back of his neck contrasting with the searing heat coming from the throbbing erection between his legs.

He had never made Maurine make that face, but these men were and he realized that they had only begun as his wife licked her lips. Maurine reached and pressed the button on the remote before returning to the pleasure of these strangers’ cocks.

“Tell me who’s better.”

The command was issued through a voice wavering with building arousal, but Barrett took her meaning. He breathed in and struggled through tears.

“You are…You are so good, baby.”

A bitter pang of pain hit him as he gave in to his wife’s desire for his participation. She continued to ask questions as she shifted from cock to cock, sucking them with what looked like more enthusiasm for her husband’s praise.

“I’m a good cocksucker, aren’t I?”

“Yes, sweetheart, so good!”

“Better than Lupe?”

“You are so much better!”

Both men concurred, but it was Alfonso who took it as a cue to sample more. His hand again grabbed a fist full of the kneeling middle-aged woman’s hair and pulled down until her chin extended upward. Maurine squealed with surprise as she felt the sensation of being bent over backwards. He angled himself downward into her mouth and leaned her back until she was bowed back into an awkward yoga pose with his cock now fucking her face.

His other hand was around her throat as he humped Maurine’s upside down face and used her like a cocksleeve. His breathy growls sounded as he bit his lip.

“Push your tits together!”

Demetrius ordered and Maurine obeyed. She pushed her mammoth tits together with her forearms to the large man’s delight. He slid his saliva slick penis between them with ease and began rocketing it back and forth between the fleshy globes. He stared down at the prostrate woman and grabbed her wrists for leverage.

Barrett could only count the thrusts as the two strange men used his wife in front of him. Their cocks glistened with her spit as they rubbed in and on her. Their heavy balls smacking against the underside of her tits and nose.

Alfonso’s pumps into Maurine’s throat were vigorous and he would stop and pull back enough to dislodge his girth from her throat for the woman to take a few breaths before piercing her again. Almost simultaneously, the two men reluctantly disengaged and allowed Maurine to once again kneel upright.

Her large breasts swung heavily forward as she steadied herself on her hands. When she looked more stable, they gathered up the roughly-used woman and ushered her onto the foot of the bed where she was still in full view of her husband. Maurine’s eyes clouded with the look of a woman who’d just climaxed and Barrett was shocked. Her pussy was bare and visibly slick with the plateau she’d reached from getting throat-fucked. A wet trail against her inner thigh.

A moan from the television brought their attention back to the screen where the video had been playing. Barrett was already thrusting into Lupe with an almost animalistic need. The woman was on all fours, back arched, head back with her mouth open shrieking long guttural cries of pleasure as her boss pounded her from behind.

Maurine froze the image and the men turned back to her just in time to watch her mounting the bed and assuming a position on all fours.

“What’s Lupe doing in the video, Barry?”

“She’s taking my cock from behind.”