A Big Cock for my Wife

I feel I’ve got to write this out. To, sort of, get it off my chest. Some things happened to me lately that, to some people, can be very disturbing. Maybe this story will be therapeutic for me….

I’m a married man. I’ve been married to Samantha for 12 years now, who is 33 years old. It’s been a good marriage, all in all. As, of course most marriages go, we have our problems and strengths. I’ve always thought of myself as a fairly normal guy. I’m 37, 6 feet tall, in fairly good shape. I love sports, fast cars and enjoy a 25 year old female in a mini skirt.

Well so much for the resume. Last week I came home at my usual time from work and found Samantha (Sam) busily getting dinner. She had gotten off from work a little early and thought she’d fix something a little special for us that evening. I noticed a bottle of Merlot opened on the counter and a couple of glassfuls missing from it. I thought, “Ah yes, this is going to be a fun evening.”

I snuck up behind Sam, who was at the sink, and nuzzled my face into her neck. I could tell she’d had a couple of glasses, because instead of being startled, she purred a little, “Mmmmm, Hello Tiger.” She turned to me and threw her arms around my neck, “I’m making lasagna,” she announced. Now I love lasagna, but from the vibe I was getting, I was thinking about blowing off dinner and throwing her up on the dining table. Well, I managed to restrain myself through dinner and a couple more wines.

We’d just finished the dishes when I held my wife again and whispered into her ear, “I think I’ll hit the shower.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting,” she said with enough drama in her voice to make a B-flick actress envious.

A few minutes later, I stepped out of the shower, dried and walked out into the bedroom where I saw Sam, laying nude on our bed. She had a strange look on her face and for some reason it made me look over my shoulder. There, the first thing I saw was a barrel of a pistol pointing between my eyes. It was being held by a man with a very hardened look on his face and he was holding it sort of sideways like some gangster wannabe or something. “Don’t make me have to use this on you,” he growled, in a husky voice. “I’m just here to have a little fun and then I’ll go away.”

I held my hands up. “What do you want?”

“Like I said just a little fun….” He motioned the pistol toward the bed. “Now get over there on the bed with your little woman.”

I walked over and climbed on the bed and lay next to Sam whose face was stricken with absolute terror. I looked over at the man. He looked to be about 25 years old, 6 foot 4, black hair, clean shaven. He was very muscular, with a large tattoo of a dragon wrapped in chain on his right bicep and a smaller tattoo of a rose vine climbing up his left bicep. He wore grey sweat pants and a black t shirt with the sleeves torn off and a bunch of holes throughout. He kind of reminded me of some of those muscle heads you see down at the gym. Like possibly he just came from the gym…..

“Okay, now I want you to kiss her.”

I hesitated for a moment, confused.

He moved closer to us, “Go ahead Dude, I said kiss her.” I leaned over and kissed Sam on the lips. “Good, kiss her again, a little longer this time and reach down and squeeze one of those big titties of hers.” I guess I should describe Samantha to you a little. She’s very petit, 5 foot even, in fact. She weighs about 120 lbs with a plump bubble ass, large C cup breasts and a narrow middle. She’s got a very pretty face, with full lips, blue eyes and blond hair. Her boobs have always looked large, mainly because she is so small. Anyway, I oblige the man by kissing and fondling her breasts, while the man moved a little to get a better view. At that point, in my mind, I’m wondering just where and how far this guy would want us to go. I hoped he wouldn’t tell us to have intercourse, because I doubted that I could get an erection right then.

For the next few minutes, he had me doing various things to my wife, while she lay there. I spent a couple of minutes massaging her boobs, then he had me move down and lick her vagina. He really enjoyed that, he moved closer still and said in a low husky voice, “Yeah, that’s it… lick her juices. You like that, don’t you baby. Yeah, I know you like that.” Sam lay there wide eyed, and motionless. Then, suddenly, he got very angry, “What in the fuck is the matter with you, Man? You can’t get a hard on with a beautiful woman like this? You must be a fuckin’ homo, or something.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, “It’s just that you’ve got a gun pointed at us. It kind of ruins the ambience. Know what I mean?”

“Relax, Man, I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to watch you guys fuck, and then I’m gone. Comprende? Maybe she could suck on your cock a little. That always gets it up, right? Go ahead honey, suck his dick a little. Make him hard.”

Sam began to suck on me. It surprised the hell out of me, but he was right. I got a rock hard erection. He kept moving around the bed, this way and that, getting a different view of us. “Fuck yeah, that’s hot. Suck his fuckin cock, Bitch. Yeah, that’s it. Jack him off, a little while you suck. Fuck yeah, that is makin me soo fuckin hot.”

I glanced over at him, as he moved, back and forth, this side of the bed, then that. I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear, because I could clearly see a semi erect penis flopping around in his sweats. It looked big, from what I could see, and it kind of sickened me a little.

“Okay,” he said, “Now it’s time to fuck her, Dude. You……Girly…..Climb on top of him.” Sam and I positioned ourselves so that she was on top of me, laying on my chest, with my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She looked down at me, frightened eyes, saying nothing, and rhythmically, mechanically moved up and down on my cock. The man was positioned at the foot of the bed, looking up, between her ass cheeks and watched as my dick slid into her.