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The man twisted the business card between his fingers with a terrible sensation in the pit of his stomach, like waves crashing against the rock he’d always considered his marriage to be; erosive powers eating away at it. He was in a car, his wife’s car. He’d only borrowed it because his own needed repair work. Forgetting for a moment that it wasn’t his car, he’d stuck his hand into the pocket in the door, and instead of a clock disc, he’d found a business card.

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There could hardly be any doubt what the card was about. For a big man, Phil was less than adequately endowed in the one department every man believes really counts. It had always been a source of embarrassment to him, and though his wife was sweet and said that it was what he did with it that counted, her selection of toys hardly erred on the side of modesty.

He sat there a while, feeling physically ill. He’d never been a smoker, but he suddenly understood why some might feel a craving in times of stress. His wife! How could Emma do such a thing? He should have it out with her, of course, but there were so many conflicting feelings battling for supremacy. Having turned things over and over in his mind, he took out his mobile and dialled the number.

He didn’t like the sound of the man who styled himself “Big Dick”. Not only did he sound like a right chancer, he was also very guarded. “You understand, Phil,” he said. “I never divulge any information about who has or has not availed themselves of my services.”

Big Dick sounded as if he’d learned this line off the TV. “But what if it was your wife?” Phil demanded.

Big Dick gave a little chuckle. “Fortunately I’ve never been tempted to get hitched,” he said. “There are plenty of willing takers for my services, most of them married. A man gets a bit cynical after a while.”

Phil was astounded by the man’s effrontery. “But…”

“But there is nothing to say your wife… Emma, was it?”

“It is.”

“Emma… has ever been in touch. I’m not sparing with my business cards. They’re all over the place.”

That may well be the case. But Phil wasn’t so sure. At the back of his mind he was remembering… There was nothing to say Emma had phoned up Big Dick McShag, far less done anything, but Phil had been running things through his mind for a while now, and he just knew. Or rather, he felt that there might be a way to become certain. He was almost certain. There was something about Big Dick’s manner. However guarded he tried to be, it seemed to Phil that the man was gloating.

“Yes, I see,” he said. He was being eaten up inside as he took the plunge. “The thing is, Mr McShag…” How stupid was he actually calling the man that? “I want to make you a proposition.”



The call over, Big Dick McShag let out a huge sigh of relief. It wasn’t unknown for irate husbands to phone him up and give him a piece of their mind. Those calls he could handle. However many threats they made, no part of Big Dick McShag came close to his real name, and the number couldn’t be traced. He didn’t advertise openly, but word and his business cards spread easily enough. From that point of view he felt pretty safe. He just wished that some women weren’t so careless.

This, though… This proposition of Phil’s, this was in a whole other league. There was no way he was doing it the way Phil had suggested. The man was out of his mind. Still, the money was good – very good. It might be doable, but first he needed to make sure. He had calls to make.

Seven hours later, down the pub with a pint in front of him and his two mates Winston and Danny there, he was doing his best to bat away their reservations. “Trust me on this,” he said. “You know I don’t take risks.”

“I don’t know,” Winston said. “The dude sounds completely bonkers.”

“Some people, eh?” Danny chimed in.

Big Dick shrugged. “It takes all sorts…”

“What if it’s a set up?” Danny tried.

“There’s three of us,” Big Dick said. “Anyway, I’ll get assurances.”

“Assurances,” Danny said, mulling the word over. “I like that. I just think the whole thing is so out there that there’s got to be some catch.”

“Think about the money,” Big Dick said.

“What good’s the money if we land ourselves in hot water?” Winston said.

“We won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Haven’t you been listening? Trust me. I’ve got it sorted just fine, but I need you two to be on board.” Big Dick took a sip of his pint. “Anyone would think you were being cagey about this because you don’t want to feel inferior.”

“There is that,” Winston agreed, nodding, a huge smile on his face. “I’m pretty pissed off to find that some white dude’s hung heavier than me”.

“Take it in your stride, Winston,” Big Dick said. “Anyway, it wouldn’t be the first time we’d got stuck into a bird, all three of us.”

“Is she a looker?” Danny asked.

Big Dick grinned wolfishly. They were with him. They just needed that extra encouragement “Fitter than you’d ever know,” he said. “And once she gets a cock inside her, she’s a loud one. Real dirty mouth on her, too.”

Winston and Danny looked at each other. There was still an air of doubt, but Big Dick knew they’d run out of objections. The game was on.



“Well, Phil,” Big Dick said. “All we need is for you to sign on the dotted line and we can get the show on the road.”

Phil read the document thoroughly, feeling the three men’s eyes on him. There was nothing to stop him from stopping this; nothing at all. He twiddled the pen between his fingers. He still didn’t like the man who called himself Big Dick. Normally he wouldn’t have trusted such a figure to empty his bin. Signing this piece of paper was foolhardy. If it ever came to light, his goose wouldn’t just be cooked, it would be burnt to a cinder. On the other hand, he doubted Big Dick would be keen to produce it under any circumstance whatsoever. Big Dick, who had called him back, proposing a change to the plan that almost gave Phil a heart attack; he wanted to bring his mates along. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, Phil? To teach the little lady a lesson?”

That wasn’t what Phil had wanted at all. He just wanted certainty, the flicker of recognition in his wife’s eyes. Somehow, Big Dick had managed to get under his skin. Teaching his wife a lesson wasn’t what he’d had in mind, but he’d found himself saying, “Yes, yes, of course.” He twiddled the pen again, before finally adding the required squiggle to the document.

“That’s step one,” Big Dick said as he folded the sheet of paper and slipped it into his inside pocket. “Now step two. The money.”

Phil produced the notes from his trouser pocket. This too was patently stupid of him. What was to say the three of them wouldn’t just abscond with the money? Though perhaps that would be for the best. Big Dick took the wad and chucked it to Winston. “Count it,” he said.

There was a tense pause as Winston flicked through the notes. “All there,” he said.

“Well then,” Big Dick said, smiling at Phil in a way that made the man’s stomach turn in on its own emptiness. “You say the missus usually gets home at quarter past five?”

Phil nodded. “She knocks off at five. It’s a quarter of an hour drive, give or take.”

“Then we don’t have much time, do we?” Big Dick decided.

A chair was lifted from the kitchen and placed in the lounge in an out-of-the-way position. Phil sat down on it, a horrible feeling making his belly heavy and his head light. It was all so very wrong. What was he doing? Then he felt a surge of anger. It was all Emma’s fault, for having that wretched man’s business card in her possession in the first place. That’s what you want, isn’t it, Phil? To teach the little lady a lesson?

There was rope. The three men combined forces, securing Phil to the chair, binding his wrists behind the chair, his ankles to the legs of the chair, his torso to the back of the chair. Then came the question he didn’t want to have to answer. Not out loud.

“Are you sure you still want to go through with this?”

He swallowed hard. Did he? It hardly seemed to matter anymore. He’d set the train in motion, and now he didn’t know where the hell the brake was. “Yes,” he said, hating the way his voice faltered.

“Grand!” Big Dick exclaimed. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

The looks on the two other men’s faces suggested they were feeling the same way. Again Phil’s stomach lurched. Now there was only the wait, the tense wait.

In the event the wait lasted just under ten minutes, Emma arriving home a little earlier than expected. They all heard the front door opening, heard her call out. Big Dick, Winston and Danny spread out in anticipation. Emma appeared in the doorway. Her mouth opened as she saw her husband sitting there, tied to the chair, looking mortally ashamed of himself. “What the fuck’s going on?” she said.

She had a Scots accent. Big Dick had said she was a looker. This was a slight exaggeration. Emma was hardly model material, but she was very well kept for a woman midway between 40 and 50. Her dark hair was bunched up on her head, her work uniform of black nylons, black knee-length skirt, white blouse and dark jacket gave her an appearance as professional as it was sexy.

Phil could see how the men were staring at her with lustful, ravenous expressions. His heart sank, but it was done, and he must play his part. His wife had extracted her mobile from her bag. “I’m calling the police,” she said.

“Don’t!” Phil cried, his voice leaping several octaves in one syllable. “They’ve got a gun!”

Emma looked around. “I don’t see a gun,” she said.

The distraction gave Big Dick the time he needed to stride across and snatch both bag and phone from the woman. She let out an angry bark as Big Dick moved across to take up a position behind her husband. “We were just leaving anyway,” he said, casually rummaging through the bag. “Mind you, we’ve found precious little worth taking.” He brought out a roll of notes, slipping them into his pocket, catching Emma’s eye as he did so. “Trouble is, there’s not much here either. Looks like this has all been a complete waste of time.”

“Get out of my fucking house!” Emma snarled, as Big Dick dumped her bag and mobile on the floor.

“Attitude!” Big Dick warned. Then he laughed. “Fact is, I like a feisty lady.”

“Get out!” Emma persisted.

“Emma, they’ve got a gun!” Phil exclaimed.

Stupid prick, Big Dick thought. Phil had only been given the one line. He didn’t have to repeat it. Outwardly he grinned as he moved towards Emma. “Thing is,” he said. “I don’t really like leaving places until I’ve had something worth taking.”

He was close enough to Emma for her to take aim. The palm of her hand just about connected as he turned his head to avoid it. He laughed as Winston and Danny moved across the room. “Like I said, I like a feisty lady.”

“Get off me!” Emma shouted as Winston and Danny grabbed hold of her, pulling her arms back and holding her as she struggled with her whole body.

Big Dick strolled up to them, looking Emma in the eye as he reached round behind her to cop a feel of her arse, then skilfully dodged the knee she brought up dangerously close to his crotch. “Nice tits,” he said, squeezing one as he turned to look at Phil, whose pallor was now one step away from that of a corpse. “Bet your missus is a real goer,” he said. “Am I right?”

“Eat shit!” Emma spat.

Big Dick turned to face her, addressing the two men holding her. Get her on the couch he said, watching as the two men dragged the struggling female to the sofa, pinning her down so that she sat slumped, feet kicking out as Big Dick came close. He made an attempt to grab hold of her ankles, but to no avail.

“Don’t make me get the gun out!” he shouted, eyes boring into hers.

To his surprise it was Phil who spoke. “Leave her alone.” His voice was all trembly, and for a moment Big Dick wasn’t quite sure if he was having second thoughts; this wasn’t in the script. He turned, stalking across to Phil and raising an arm as if to hit him. It was then that the man gave the briefest of nods, and at that moment Big Dick read in Phil’s eyes just how much he wanted to see this, even if he didn’t realise it himself. He was just making sure he was seen and heard to protest.

Big Dick bunched his fist. Phil had a point; better make it look real enough. “Got anything more to say?” he said. “Or are you keen on keeping your teeth?”

“Don’t!” Emma said.

Big Dick turned. “What’s that now?”

“Don’t hurt him!”

Big Dick walked slowly back to the couch, stopping within kicking distance. “Are you going to be a good girl then?”

Emma nodded. “Say it!” Big Dick shouted. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes,” Emma said, eyes blazing. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t hurt my husband.”

This brought a smile to Big Dick’s face. “So what do you think I want?” he asked.

“You tell me,” Emma replied.

Big Dick stepped forward. Emma really did seem to be subdued now, her legs remained still and he could easily bend forward and grab hold of her ankles. Everything was tension as he pushed her legs up. You could have heard a pin drop if it hadn’t been for the sound of five people breathing heavily. Big Duck muscled his way in between Emma’s legs. Staring straight into her eyes he pulled her skirt up. Then he grabbed hold of her tights and ripped the crotch out of them.

“You’ve ruined an expensive pair of tights, you sod,” Emma told him.

“What of it?” Big Dick replied. His hands were already on her panties, pulling, ripping to expose the woman’s private parts. “Who wants to get her ready?” he asked.

Winston, who was holding the woman’s right side, reached out a hand to touch her cunt. “Don’t pussyfoot around,” Big Dick told him. “From the look of her I’d say she has wet dreams about black cock.”

Winston grinned. “My pleasure,” he said.

Emma made a sudden move, a lurch of resistance, and Winston was forced to concentrate on pushing her back.

“You really want me to thump your husband?” Big Dick asked.

He stomped towards Phil, only to pass the chair before turning around. Emma’s sudden burst of defiance had subsided. Big Dick shrugged off his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you waiting for?” he said to Winston. “Get stuck into her. Amuse her bush with a bit of black cock.”

Winston fumbled with his fly, managing to move round between Emma’s thighs while Danny remained pushing down on her, in case she tried anything on. Big Dick continued to strip. He was down to his underpants when Emma began to scream. “What’s the matter?” he said calmly. “Doesn’t black cock agree with you? I thought you’d be just the type.”

Emma was staring straight at him. “You fucking bastards!” she shouted. “You evil fucking bastards!”

“No argument there,” Big Dick stated, pulling off his underpants. His mammoth erection, which he liked to think was almost legendary among married yet unfulfilled women, was already ready for action. He was enjoying the way Emma was eyeing it as Winston’s arse humped between her thighs.

Leisurely, he walked towards the couch, rounding it so he could lay his hands on Emma’s shoulder blades. From here he could see Winston’s cock thrusting into the woman’s cunt. He grinned, Winston grinning back. “You want a go, Danny?” he said. Might as well have her properly warmed up.

Danny released his grip on Emma, who seemed in no mood to put up a fight as Danny ripped off his trousers. Big Dick slid his hands down, squeezing Emma’s tits hard before ripping open her blouse. Buttons pinged. Emma glared up at him. “Don’t tell me,” he said. “That blouse was expensive.” He was already tearing her tits from her bra, enjoying hearing her cry out as he pinched her nipples.

Danny took over from Winston between her legs as Big Dick mauled the woman’s breasts. Glancing up, Big Dick could see the humiliation in Phil’s eyes. The man looked horrified and ashamed, but he couldn’t disguise the arousal at the back of his eyes. Oh yes, if he could only bring himself to allow it, he’d be enjoying this. “Looks like the missus is having a whale of a time,” Big Dick said. “Right little slut if you ask me!”

This caused Emma to give shriek of protest and make as if to fight Danny off. Big Dick pinched her nipples hard while pushing down on her. Emma gave another shriek. “Do as you’re fucking told!” Big Dick shouted. Phil’s face was the colour of unwashed sheets. Might as well give him a show.

He pulled a hand up to grab hold of Emma’s jaw. “Tell Danny how much you’re loving his cock,” he demanded.

Emma managed to respond with something that sounded like, “Ukk ooo!”

“If you’re gonna be like that,” Big Dick said. “Right lads, bring her round here!”

Danny withdrew from Emma, he and Winston pulling her up and manhandling her round the couch, Emma’s arms flailing as she stumbled in her heels.

“Bend over!” Big Dick bellowed. When Emma didn’t do it fast enough, Winston and Danny forced her over the back of the couch, Winston pushing her head down with a firm grip on the back of her neck. Big Dick licked his lips before pulling Emma’s skirt down. Then he grabbed what was left of her tights and ripped them through. A slap of her ripe buttocks caused her to cry out. Big Dick grabbed hold of his monster and took aim.

“Oooooowwwww!” Emma cried as the huge cock stretched her wide. “Are you trying to fucking kill me?”

Big Dick stabbed his big dick as far up her as it would go, giving her another slap on the arse for good measure. “Playing hard to get,” he mused. “Don’t pretend. Everyone knows you women say size doesn’t matter, but you’re all really gagging for the biggest fucking cock you can get!”

He was looking directly at Phil as he spoke. Phil, whose face was a picture of mortification. Big Dick wasn’t saying anything he hadn’t thought himself, but something about the way the man said it made him suspect that he knew about Phil’s modest measurements. Emma was screaming out loud. Phil stared at her facial contortions. The most terrifying thing was that he wasn’t convinced those were screams of agony. He knew Emma too well. He’d expected some kind of sign that she’d met Big Dick before. He hadn’t seen any, but he wasn’t too sure the man’s attentions were entirely unwelcome either.

Big Dick slapped Emma’s behind again. He was working up a sweat as his huge cock burrowed deep inside the woman. “Take every last fucking inch, you bitch,” he panted, thrusting hard.

“Eeeeoooogghhhwwwwaaahhhh!” Emma wailed.

“Like that, do you?” Big Dick demanded.

“Fuooowwwww yoooooiiiiiiiiii!” It didn’t sound like defiance.

“Well you’re good and fucking wet, I’ll say that for you.” Again Big Dick looked straight at Phil. Strange how a man’s skin could go that colour; from deathly pale to a sickly shade of turquoise.

“Fuck, fuck!” Emma panted, and as she did so Phil felt the taste of his own betrayal rising. This was horrible. He’d done a terrible thing, and now it had backfired badly. There was no doubt in his mind that his wife wasn’t crying out in any kind of discomfit. He stared at her face where her eyes were screwed shut, her mouth hanging open. He stared at the man thrusting his monstrous cock into his wife as hard as he could and felt nothing but shame, hoping against hope that the inadvertent bulge in his trousers wasn’t obvious.

“Emma,” he squeaked. He felt a terrible need to confess, but when his wife’s eyes opened briefly, he knew better. He knew that she’d never forgive him if he said what he’d thought to say.

His eyes flitted over the three men. The black one, Winston, grinned at him. “We’re not finished with your missus yet,” the man said, “not by a long shot.”

Phil wanted to screw his own eyes shut, but forced himself to keep them open. Emma was still being shafted hard by Big Dick and his enormous cock, crying out every time the thing struck her innermost depths. The shame was almost too great to bear as he watched Winston move round the couch. He noticed that Emma wasn’t putting up anything even resembling a fight. The black man got up on the couch and grabbed hold of Emma’s head, pulling her towards him. “Come on, doll,” he told her. “Time for a tasty treat!”

Emma didn’t make to move, but her mouth was open where she was uttering hoarse cries, and Winston could easily direct his cock into her mouth. Big Dick gave her arse another slap. “That’s right, show us what a good, dirty little shag you are.”

Emma’s cries were muted now, but they were there, and they were hardly noises of distress. Emma was liking this far too much for Phil’s liking. He couldn’t for the life of him think why he’d thought this such a good idea. He was ashamed of his erection, both having one and its diminutive size. Everyone knows you women say size doesn’t matter, but you’re all really gagging for the biggest fucking cock you can get! Was that it? Was he taking his feelings of inadequacy out on his wife? That’s what you want, isn’t it, Phil? To teach the little lady a lesson? It had all backfired terribly.

Big Dick was panting heavily. His hand came down on Emma’s arse as he began his breathless rant. “Like that, do you, slut? Like sucking on a black rod that’s nice and juiced up from having been in your cunt, do you? Like having your cunt stretched out by a big fucking cock, do you?” He slapped her arse again. “You’re a real fucking treat and no mistake. I’d let your husband feel how fucking wet it makes you being fucked by a real big cock, but he’s all tied up at the moment.”

The other two men seemed amused by this, Winston pulling Emma’s head further down his cock. Phil watched as a string of saliva swung uneasily from Emma’s lips before dropping onto the couch. That thing would be going to OXFAM when this was done; no doubt about it. He opened his mouth, but could think of nothing to say, nothing that would stop either the nightmare or the shame of his miniscule erection.

“Hey, you two!” Danny said. “You gonna hog the slut for yourselves all night?”

“Sorry, Danny,” Big Dick grinned.

He and Winston withdrew before Emma was unceremoniously bundled back on the couch. Phil just stared, at the men’s cocks, all of them much bigger than his, especially the one belonging to Big Dick which looked capable of destroying a woman at ten paces. He was defeated now, thoroughly defeated. Especially when Emma responded to Big Dick’s command of, “Spread your legs, slut”, by doing just that. There was secretion all over her pussy, even some on her thighs. The man called Danny wasted no time in getting on top of Emma, driving his cock into her and thrusting hard.

“Tell us you want it!” Big Dick demanded. “Go on, tell us!”

Emma was on her back gasping. She looked up at him, her eyes glancing fleetingly at her husband before returning to Big Dick. “Do your worst, you fucking bastards,” she said defiantly. Then, almost as an afterthought, but in tones that nearly brought tears to Phil’s eyes, “Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!”

Phil’s head was swimming. Everything became a blur of bodies. What had he done? Later he would only remember odd scenes in the sequence of events. He would remember Danny and Winston taking turns fucking his wife, while Big Dick shoved his massive pole up against her face. “Go on,” the evil bastard had said. “Try it. See if you can suck a cock this big.”

The man’s cock was like a fucking tree trunk, but somehow Emma’s mouth had managed to stretch wide enough to get some of it inside. “Mmmmf, mmmmf, mmmmf,” emerged from her as the two others kept up the momentum, taking turns to bang her frantically.

“Suck it!” Big Dick told her, “Show us you’re slut enough to suck on a big fucking cock.”

Bodies shifted. Occasionally Phil lost sight of his wife, who was bundled into all manner of positions, the men over her, pulling on her tits, making sure she was never unoccupied, their cocks seeking their pleasure in her mouth and in her cunt; Emma crying out in ways that made Phil want to cover his ears and run away and hide.

Then everything came into sharp relief. Somehow Big Dick had ended up sitting on the couch with Emma on top of him. Phil didn’t know how it had happened, only that he could clearly see her skewed and stretched wide on that monstrous weapon. Big Dick’s hands were on Emma’s buttocks, her torn nylons hanging forlornly. “Further down,” Big Dick urged. “Take every last inch. You’re loving that big cock, aren’t you? Every last inch.”

He pushed down. “Uuuuuurggghhhhh!” Emma groaned. The cock disappeared a little more. Secretion oozed out, thick and white. Phil watched in disbelief.

“Attagirl,” Big Dick said. Phil was too preoccupied with Big Dick to notice Winston moving into position. Only when the man aimed his dark cock at his wife’s anus did he come to. No, it was impossible, they couldn’t. He could feel himself turn green as the man spat on Emma’s tight hole and renewed his aim.

“Oooooowwwwww!” Emma cried as the black cock inched its way into her. “You bastards! Haven’t you done enough already? Are you determined to kill me?” Then the words came again, words that made Phil crack inside. “Do it then! Fucking do it! Fuck me you arseholes! Fuck me!”

“I think it’s your arsehole that’s in for a fucking,” Big Dick leered. He was pushing down, but there wasn’t much room for Emma to move on him. Instead it was up to Winston to drive his erection hard and fast in her.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck! Ooooohhhhoowwwwwweeeee!” There was no pretence of reluctance from Emma now, and Phil was almost relieved when she was prevented from saying anything by Danny climbing onto the sofa and guiding her mouth to his stiff cock.

Sweat was pouring down Phil’s body. There was an unholy grunting, panting and gasping mixed with a slurping and squelching of bodily fluids as the men laid into his wife. “Ummmmmuurrrrrghhhhmmmfffffaaahhhhh!” Emma uttered, the cock in her mouth preventing her from pronouncing the words he feared she was trying to say.

“The slut’s enjoying this,” Big Dick said, eyeing Phil maliciously. “A big fat cock in her cunt, a nice black cock in her arse, something to suck on.”

“Mmmmmmmmmaaaaahhhhhhoooooommmmmfffffff!” Emma responded, as if she was agreeing.

Phil feared he might vomit as the men upped their pace. Then Big Dick said, “That’s right doll, let it all out.”

A high pitched squeal erupted from his wife, forcing its way past the cock that was forcing itself into her mouth. No, no… But Phil could tell from the way Emma’s body spasmed that she was coming. A squeak came from his own throat, causing Big Dick to aim an amused glance his way.

Suddenly the men were pulling back, Emma being dumped on her back on the sofa. She was staring up at them, eyes damp and glazed.

“Like that did you, fucking slut?” Big Dick spat.

“Just fuck off,” Emma told him.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Big Dick leered.

All three men had grabbed hold of their cocks. The only thing that could cause Phil any relief at all was the knowledge that it must soon be over. The men couldn’t cum fast enough for him, even though he knew what it would entail.

“Bet you love cum, don’t you, slutface?” Big Dick said.

The contents of Phil’s stomach curdled. The humiliation would continue right to the end.

“Fucking cover her,” Big Dick urged. He was hovering over Emma’s nether regions. Phil couldn’t understand how the man could manipulate that monster so deftly, but it was the other two who came first, their cum raining down over Emma’s face, not a little of it ending up on the sofa. It would definitely have to go to OXFAM.

“Oh yeah!” Big Dick said. “A cum-drenched face! I bet you fucking love that, don’t you, slutface?” The tone of his voice betrayed his own impending climax. “Open your pussy!” He ordered. “Open your fucking pussy for me, slut!”

To Phil’s horror, his wife complied without so much as a whimper. Big Dick was up on the couch, taking aim, rubbing his enormous cock head against Emma’s slippery cunt. His ability to produce emissions was seemingly in direct proportion to the size of his cock. Spurt after spurt shot out, landing on Emma, swamping her pussy; other spurts shooting up over her stomach and breasts. But now it was over. Phil could at least take comfort in that as Big Dick finished things off by wiping his cock on Emma’s torn nylons. He sat there, staring at his wife as she lay immobile, the three men’s sperm sliding over her satiated body as they got dressed and disappeared, leaving the couple to sort out the mess.

*

His mobile went off. Big Dick looked at the display before answering.

“Emma!” he said. “What can I do you for?”

He heard the woman giggle. “Haven’t you done me enough already?”

He chuckled. “You’re someone a man can never get enough of,” he told her. “So what’s the fall-out?”

“Difficult,” she said. “Phil feels as guilty as hell. He won’t say, of course, because he can’t bring himself to own up.”

“While you don’t feel guilty at all?”

“About which time?”

The two of them laughed about that.

“Look,” Emma said, going all serious. “Phil’s a lovely bloke, really he is, but a woman has needs…”

“Goes without saying,” Big Dick said.

“And when you phoned me up and told me what the stupid sod had suggested…”

“It gave you the opportunity to live out a fantasy. You don’t have to explain, Emma.”

“Maybe I do feel a little bit guilty.”

“Not for long, if I’m any judge of character.”

There was a pause. “Don’t worry. You won’t be losing a client. Maybe I’ll ask you to bring your mates along again.”

“I don’t think they’ll need much persuading.”

Another pause. “Just promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Never ever try to stick that monster of yours up my arse. You hear me?”

“Loud and clear.”

“But for the record…”

“Yes?”

“That was the best fucking sex I’ve had in my life. Just so you know.”

“Well, you know, satisfaction guaranteed, and all that.”

“Worth every penny.”

“And you, my favourite client, deserve an Oscar for that performance. Phil really doesn’t suspect that you were in on it all along?”

“If he had his head screwed round the right way, he might. Hopefully he never will.” There was a pause. “Anyway, until next time…”

“Be doing you, Emma.”

The woman giggled. “That you will, Big Dick. That you will.”