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(wife point of view)

My husband and I have lived in harmony for over 4 years, now we are doing are own thing. When he is at work I'm at home sleep, when he is at home I'm on my way out. I'm a very successful woman... really I am. I have a great job and I'm very rich. I invented a piece of tiny mechanics -- essentially a fancy carbon fiber hinge - that is used in millions and millions of mobile phones. I get to go on lecture tours and last year I went to a Buckingham Palace tea party to meet the Queen in recognition of my contribution to British industry. My name is Anna Lang. You may have heard of me. Everywhere I go, I am shown respect and admiration. In my field, I am a real mover and a shaker. I also have a gorgeous, loving husband, Ted and we have a beautiful 12-year-old daughter. I'm slim and I keep fit, and many people think I'm very curvy in a sexy bookish, professorial way. I have large breast and a full ass.

But six months ago, my husbands uncle Jack came to stay, and things started to fall apart. traditional marriage wise he took over our home and life.

He's not Ted real uncle, an old friend of Ted Dad's from the navy. his parents are dead now, but somehow Jack has stayed in touch with Ted. He was around Ted when he was a c***d, living with them for periods. He never married and often had some young floozy ten or fifteen years his junior hanging off his arm. He always bullied Ted he wanted him to "be more of a man", when Ted was a bit of a nerd and into my books and computers. Jack is not, a really a good looking man. As a c***d Ted thought of him as a bluto type. He is short and wiry, and now, at 50 years old, entirely bald. He was always incredibly fit and muscled from military service. Jack has a very strong, commanding physical presence to go with his manner. I never understood why Ted parents liked him so much, why they even tolerated him. He was very forceful and arrogant. He always made crude comments and flirted outrageously with anyone around

Out of the blue, Ted got a phone call from Jack. He was in town, wanted to visit, to catch up over dinner. He invited him for the Friday night. He turned up with a bottle of whiskey and a suitcase, in the taxi straight from the train station. He'd been in the house five minutes, when he asked if he could stay for a few nights. We couldn't really refuse him without making a big scene. I put on a great dinner and we all got a little drunk. It was fun, in its way. Jack was on form, telling stories and charming me as only he could. Finally, a little short of midnight, I showed Jack to the guest room and settled him in. I came into our bedroom about 20 minutes later with a huge grin on my face.

"What is it?" Ted asked

I was in bed waiting for her.

"Oh, nothing. You know Jack."

I went into the bathroom to remove make up and brush my teeth. I got into bed, dressed in one of my short cotton nighties.

"Tell me. What has he done now?" Ted asked again.

"He went on and on about how sexy I was, and asked loads of questions about our sex life."

"Oh God! I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. He is such a crude man. I'll ask him to leave tomorrow morning, straight after breakfast."

"No, it's OK Ted. It's funny, sort of."

I cuddled up to my husband, laying my head on his chest, her arm across me and a leg drawn up across my thighs.

"What did he ask?"

"He asked if you could handle "such a hot wife". How often we did it? What kind of lover you were? Was I satisfied?"

"What did you say?"

"I brushed him off. I'm not talking to him about that sort of thing."

"Good for you. He can be a bit of a bully."

"He went on and on about my bottom... how round and firm it looked, called it "fuckable". Do you think he meant sodomy? And my breasts. He said they must jiggle about when you're "pounding away" in me. He is so rude, and it's creepy coming from an old man like that. He wanted a good night kiss. He insisted."

I held my breath, suddenly aware that I was getting an erection. As soon as I became conscious of it, my cock grew iron hard and extended to its full length. I twisted a little trying to keep my penis away from Anna's leg. I didn't want her to know.

"He stood in the door, refusing to let me pass. Insisting I give him a kiss on the lips held Ted tighter and my leg came further up pressed onto his hard penis.

"Ted. Christ. This is exciting you, isn't it? What a little pervert you are."

my hand reached up to his groin. my fingers opened up the hole in the front of his pajamas and massaged his scrotum, then I took him in hand and stoked gently and slowly.

"Go on," he said. This came out as a constricted croak.

I chuckled. With lust in my eyes.

"He wouldn't let me out of the room, so I dipped down to give him a peck on the lips. He grabbed me and pulled me to him, pressing his mouth against me and his tongue into my mouth. He caught me by surprise." his hands on my ass.

I paused. I was masturbating him harder now, still slow. I pulled the duvet back and to expose him. He was streaming pre-cum. I used this to lubricate him.

"He moved so fast. One hand groped at my bottom and one hand went up my jumper and mauled my breast. He got inside the bra and tweaked my nipple hard. I let him kiss me for a little. By the time I reacted and pushed him away he had got what he wanted. He stepped aside to let me through the door and said: "Goodnight sweet, sexy Anna. See you tomorrow." As I brushed past him, he pressed his groin against me. I felt his hard, hot cock. It felt huge and heavy as fuck and hard as iron. That was it. That's what happened."

I continued to wank him slowly. We were both breathing heavily.

"Stop. Please. I'm going to cum, said my little husband I continued to stroke his little cock. I then asked ,

"What made you so hot? Jack's behavior? The fact that he felt me up and kissed me? That I kissed him back? That I felt his huge donkey cock? He's much, much bigger than you, you know. He's absolutely enormous, like a horse. Do you think that why your Mother liked having him around? Was he her lover?"

I pulled his pajamas down, straddled his waist and let myself down on him smoothly, all the way. I was hot and wet.

"Try to hold on, Ted. If you can't you are going to be eating cream pie when I sit firmly on your face."

he didn't move. One thrust might have done for him. I smiled at him and ground down on him gently. I pulled my nightly off my shoulders to bare my breasts. I lent forward on my hands and dangled my heavy, beautiful tits in his face.

"He's not going to stop his flirting and groping, you know. I bet he gets more adventurous, ruder, more demanding... he'll definitely want more... what are we going to do... if he wants to go further... wants to fuck me, you know....and... I'm fascinated... I've never seen one so big, in the flesh... how would you like your lovely wife... beautiful trophy wife... to fuck a man like him... he is nasty you know, monstrous... but... with a cock like that, any woman just becomes a hungry slut..."

I kept talking, babbling in lust over our house guest huge dick. All this came out in a stream of broken sentences. Sometimes I groaned or sighed and at times I could barely make out what I was saying. I got more and more excited as my grinding down harder and quicker, building up to her orgasm. He stayed with me, concentrating on holding back from ejaculating, my nails digging into my palms as I clenched my fists tight. I looked him in the eyes and asked the naughty question.

"Or maybe you want him..do you? I bet he'll let you suck it... I bet if you summit and put your little ass in the air for him he'd fuck you till you screamed like a little bitch..."

at that time we both came hard then, grunting and panting, he was shocked by what I had said, at my dirty language.

I looked down at him, eyes glazed with lust.

"Ted, my little Timmy... Do you like that idea? Is that what you want? Do you want Jacks monster cock?"
I stroked at his face gently for a few seconds and then climbed off. I stood up on the bed and turned round. I lowered my ass slowly onto his face, settling the rosebud of my arsehole onto his nose and my flooded, swampy cunt onto his mouth.

My husband woke on Saturday morning with a feeling of dread and excitement. he knew last night's events would have consequences, repercussions. he lay with his back to me most likely thinking about what had happened, how turned on we had been, how forward... how slutty I had been. Our sex life was not usually like this. Last night he came, explosively, just as I suggested that he should suck Jack's big donkey cock, that he would scream "like a little bitch" if Jack fucked him. I had sat on his face and reached an orgasm as he licked his seamen from inside me. As we fell asleep, his face was slimy with our juices. All this felt deviant, dirty, wildly exciting. Last night I had become radiant and forceful -- more beautiful and sexy that ever, and my husband loved it. I planed to get up for groceries we had run short and with a house guest, a real man, we would need more food. I leaned over and kissed little Ted or should I call him little Timmy, I thought, I lay there a little longer before I got up.

(Husbands point of view)

As I lay there wide awake, Anna had just kissed me, I tried to stay still, My little penis was hard as a stone. As the minutes ticked slowly by, all sorts of scenarios ran through my addled brain -- things I had never thought of or fantasied about before.

Then Anna began to stir. She spooned into my back, pressing herself against me. Her hand reached slowly around me, playing over my chest, my stomach and downwards. I tensed up, my body going rigid, as it sought out my penis. Anna laughed lightly as her fingers found my little erection and held me lightly.

"Good morning dirty little man. Been thinking about Jack and his monster cock?"

"No!"

"Don't lie to me Timmy. It's quite natural for a man with a little penis to be in awe of a man with a huge cock. Its nature"

I was silent. Anna never spoke like this. What was going on? What was she after? Was it a game, a tease, or was she serious? I was anxious and humiliated and fantastically excited, so close to ejaculating as her finger tips played across me.

"It's OK Timmy. She is calling me Timmy now, “ Don't be ashamed," she said kindly. "I bet his cock is... beautiful. I certainly want it. Imagine being filled by that, when you are used to a twig. I'll teach you to suck it really well. Would you like that? Maybe he'll fuck you in the arse."

"Anna, I'm not gay. I don't want to suck Jack's cock, and I don't want him to fuck me. It's just it's so big, and he's so... aggressive... and... he wants you and you say you want him... What is going on Anna?"

"Of course, I know you're not gay Ted. You're my gorgeous, loving, good husband. But that doesn't mean we can't try a big cock like Jack's. It's OK to want it. Don't be ashamed. I want to see you on your knees before him, your superior, sexually speaking. It's just the way it is, a fact of life. In the cock department, he's a God and you are... well, a little mortal man, a boy really. Imagine how exciting that would be to give pleasure to him. I want him too, Timmy. I want to experience that sort of man, that sort of cock. I'm your wife, and I'll always love you. But that cock. I have to try it. Do you understand?"

Anna didn't wait for me to answer. She wasn't really asking permission, just explaining things to me, trying to make the blow softer. The way she was talking -- always telling me I was little, calling me Timmy -- was humiliating. I hated it, but also loved it too. I was panicked, sacred and hugely thrilled. I actually felt a little sick in the pit of my stomach, but I was also so, so excited. As all this rushed through me, Anna took control again. I suddenly felt a wet finger press into my crack in search for my hole.

"Anna! No... please... don't..."

Before I could wriggle away, Anna pressed into me firmly. My anal ring gave, and long finger entered me smoothly and deeply. I gasped, grunted and came instantly, furiously. The feelings were so intense.

"There, there Timmy. That was nice, wasn't it? It's OK, my sweet little man. Just go with this. You're so keyed up, aren't you? Talk about premature... you're quicker than ever. I bet Jack can last for hours."

With each twitch and spurt of my penis, my arsehole clamped onto Anna's finger. My orgasm went on and on. I squealed girlishly and was left panting and twitching and crushed. I was near tears.

Anna kept her finger in me for another minute or two, stretching me. The hand that has been at my cock came up to my mouth and fed me my ejaculate. We lay there cuddling a while. I never went soft. I little penis stayed rigid all the time, not flagging at all.

Eventually, we got out of bed. My penis just would not go down. It stuck out, bobbing about ridiculously. Anna teased me and flicked at it hard with her finger nail, making me squeal again.

"Timmy, you're turning into an eager little slut."

As I came out of the shower, Anna was at the sink brushing her hair to a high shine. She motioned me over and pointed out of the side window, which overlooked the terrace and pool.

Jack was already out by the pool. He lay on a lounger sunbathing. He was completely naked.

"Put your Speedos on, the really tight green ones, and take him out breakfast," Anna said. "Eggs, toast, juice, coffee and the paper. The works I have to make a run I will be back shortly."

I rushed down to make Jack breakfast. Amazingly, I was calm, and for the first time that morning, my penis relented and softened. I managed not to spill or break anything. I found a vase and put a flower in it, as I would if treating Anna to breakfast in bed. A cut rose for Jack. Anna did say "the works".

As I emerged into the sunlight, the enormity of what I was about to do struck me. My knees went weak and my little penis became painfully rigid again. I had to stop and put the tray down before I dropped it. I was about to serve breakfast to a naked man old man. This man, my Jack, was lounging there with his huge cock ostentatiously on show. I dressed in my briefest trunks, showing off my little nub of an erection. By taking him breakfast out by the pool, I was telling him Jack that he, with his big cock, was my superior, that I would serve him in my home and that he was welcome to have my beautiful wife. I had no doubt about what was happening. I tried to adjust my penis to minimize the little tent, but it was impossible and I gave up. I steadied myself, took a deep breath, picked up the tray and walked on out to the pool.

"Morning Tim," came Jack's bellowing voice. "Breakfast! That's kind of you. Put it here."

He pointed to a low table beside the lounger.

"Thank you."

I bent to put the tray down, and straightened up. There was not seat for me, so I stood there towering over him, with my little penis sticking out, I pulled my robe around to hide it. He lay there relaxed as can be taking in the sight of me. My slim tall body, almost hairless, tanned and fit, but with a boy's penis and balls where a man's cock should be. I was struck dumb - not sure what to say or do. I'm not sure I had a thought in my head. I was pure sensation, the slight breeze against the back of my legs, the sunlight on my chest and right cheek. I had my eyes closed against the sun for a while. Then I opened them, carefully looking at his face, and not at his cock.

"sleep well?" he asked. He had sneer on his face, all arrogance. But our conversation was polite -- mundane.

"Yes. And you?"

"Fine, fine. Gorgeous home you have here Ted. You must be very proud."

As we chatted, Jack shifted in his chair. He spread his legs wide. His right knee, the one furthest from me, came up and the sole of the foot planted itself flat on the lounger. His other leg opened to the side until the sole was flat on the terrace's flag stones. A classic pose - displaying his cock in all its glory.

"You and Anna got any plans today Tim."

"No. Nothing particular."

My eyes left his grinning man's face and slowly moved down his body -- worn, but so powerful. The skin on his thick, strong neck was saggy and wrinkled -- it seemed to gather at the bottom of his neck. The heavy hard deltoid muscles on his shoulders were clearly defined and the relaxed arms on his side were thick, heavy and muscular. Below a protruding collar bone, his chest was enormous - the pectorals hard and pronounced, covered in a heavy matting of white and black hair. Underneath the hair were clearly visible scars, and skin blemishes. His abdominal muscles were heavy and distinct, even as he lay there at ease. I looked past his groin quickly to his stringy legs, muscled and then I looked up again. There it was. His huge, lolling cock.

"That's good, very good. We can spend the day by the pool, catching up. Maybe a barbecue later? I love streak."

I was staring openly now.

"Yes a barbecue. That would be nice," I said stupidly.

Our chat cut off. No pretense was needed now. I was just going to stare at the monster between Uncle Jack's splayed legs.

It was bigger that I could possibly have imagined; as long as my forearm and, at the head, as broad and bulbous as a fist. It sprouted out of a heavy white pubic bush and curved down to rest on the plastic of the lounger, way down towards his knee. There was nothing smooth or graceful about this cock. He reached down slowly and hefted the cock over his thigh pointing its heavy, blunt tip towards me. This exposed the big pendulous scrotum. I took it all in -- every vein and ridge and sag of skin, the great curve of it, the obvious weight. It was tremendous. I know it's a cliche, but this was a weapon -- something you could do harm with.

"What do you think?"

"It's amazing."

Jack took hold of his cock and stroked it slowly and firmly, five or six times. It didn't get hard, but then it was never really soft.


"It's huge," I added, another idiotic, unnecessary, comment. I was in a daze.

"Timmy, I'm going to fuck Anna. I know she wants it. She kissed me like a slut on heat last night. Do you mind?"

I said nothing.

"Come closer."

I moved towards Jack.

"Show me what you have."

I hesitated. I didn't want to show him my penis. He could see it anyway, through my trunks.

"Do it Timmy. Don't make me get up and strip you."

I did as I was told. I pulled my Speedos to my knee and stood back up for inspection

"Is this it? Your manhood?"

He laughed out, a loud barking, taunting laugh. I was as hard as I had ever been. In my humiliation and excitement, my penis was as big as it had ever been.

"It's tiny Timmy. No wonder Anna is so desperate." he pushed me down toward the ground I looked up at his cock swinging in my face. “ show it respect boy” he then pushed it down my throat, a slurp sound was coming from my mouth. Hats it bitch suck it, he commanded. This went on for what felt like forever. He then pulled me up and tweaked me around slapping my ass.


Suddenly Anna's voice rang out.

"Tim, there's a call from work. Some kind of emergency."

Jack let go of me.

"I've got to go, Jack. Sorry."

"No problem Timmy. I'm sure Anna and I will have a fine old time. Thanks for the breakfast."

I got dressed and met Anna in the kitchen. We stood in front of at each other in silence for a few minutes. Anna opened her arms to me and went to her, burying my face in he breasts and pressing my erect penis into her thigh, hugging her hard.

"It's OK my Timmy. I'll be fine, and I'll tell you everything when you get back, every last detail. There's nothing to worry about at all, do you understand? This isn't going to change a thing. Uncle Jack is going too have me and... there really isn't anything you can do about that. It's going to be really great fun, for all of us. You'll see. Trust me on this."

She pulled me close and we kissed, deeply, wetly, as if we were about to make love, as if she were hungry for me. She pulled away from me and winked brush your teeth before you go you got cock breath. "Now off you go, Timmy. Call me when you're on the way home."

An hour or so later, I was at work in the main meeting room, pouring over some printouts from our plant in China with three colleagues. Our latest product run had produced a fault. It was going to be a long day. We had to re-issue the specification before the end of the day to avoid a massive loss on one of our key new products.

My mobile phone throbbed in my pocket. It was a message from Anna.

I stepped away from the desk and took out my phone. I opened the message. Across the large screen, a picture opened up. It showed Anna's beautiful face covered in streams of cum -- it was in her hair, on her forehead, one eye was forced shut by a huge glob, it hung off her nose and chin, streamed down her cheeks. He mouth hung open slackly, revealing a mouth full of sperm. Her face was turned up to the camera, a look of almost religious rapture across it. Uncle Jack had obviously taken the picture. At the bottom of the picture you could see the still-bubbling head of his enormous cock, held adoringly in Anna's two hands and pressed tightly to the side of her neck.

I worked through the day, into the late afternoon. The senior members of my technical team and I got the job done and a major crisis was averted. The production line in China could resume work in a few hours.

I was, of course, very agitated all day. It was so difficult to keep my mind on the work. At home, I'd left Anna, my lovely Anna, in the hands of Uncle Jack – a sexually aggressive bully and egotist with a cock like a horse. She was willing, of course, she had told me she wanted Jack to fuck her... but I felt that I had abandoned her, left her to the wolf. Of course I had to work, it was a crisis. But what was really more important, my work or my wife? I was leaving my wife to be fucked by another, superior, man. I couldn't get away from the. Nothing would be the same again.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, I got another text from Anna. I excused myself and shut myself in my office. My hands shook as I opened the message. A text read: "You've got mail, with love Anna and Uncle Jack." In my inbox, on my computer, a video clip awaited me.

The shaky picture showed Anna's breasts in close-up. The beautiful pale mounds shook violently and in rhythm. The nipples were deep pink and erect, the areola almost brown. Anna was making a repetitive high sound – part grunt, part yelp, almost a bark. It was an amazing sound, somewhere between deep joy and pain. It took me a second to work out what was happening. The realization, hit me with a sudden rush, taking my breath away.

Jack was pounding into Anna slowly and powerfully. He was actually fucking my wife. The camera, surely our home video camera, zoomed out a little. The picture showed all of Anna's top half. Her taut stomach, twisted and strained to cushion the impact of the bone-juddering thrusts, her heavy breasts shuddered, under them her ribcage heaved to draw in enough air. Her long neck was tense, her head twisted to the side and thrown back, her beautiful, heavy-lipped mouth stretched wide open. The fringe of Anna's hair covered her eyes. She was hiding or hidden. I wanted to see her eyes so much, to see in them what Uncle Jack's huge cock was doing to her.

Jack's free hand came up and caressed her right breast. At first, he stroked gently from underneath, across the swollen nipple, until the entire tit was in his hand. Then he squeezed down hard. The flesh pressed out between the fingers, the nipple seemed to swell, to project further. Anna groaned loudly. The misshapen breast seemed to collapse, its natural shape lost. Jack's hand was a horrible clawed thing, with worn, reptilian skin, the nails rutted and slightly curved, the back of it hairy. Age always seem to show on hands. His powerful fingers were almost skeletal... Jack was like a vicious a****l, assaulting my wife's beautiful body.

Anna's arms were thrown out to the side, holding onto the table edges to brace against the hammering. She was crucified on Jack's cock, lost in her own world of pleasure and pain.

The camera tilted down. It took a moment to adjust to the change of light, for the picture to reform, but there it was... his enormous cock, purple and shiny, hot looking, driving slowly in and out of Anna. It looked impossible; it looked like the fat end of a roughed-up baseball bat was battering into her mechanically. It was not human, too big, too, too hard, too heavy.

Jack drew back, the muscles on his hairy abdomen tensing, and threw himself forward with all his might and weight into Anna. He stayed there, grinding at her, deep inside her belly. He must have been hitting her right at the end of her cunt. Her reaction was delayed. As he thrust into her, she drew in a huge lungful of breath fast, making a whooping sound. Then, after a pause, she screamed as if she had been speared right through. Her shout of agony went on for several seconds, but trailed off into a growl, and then she was just moaning and breathing raggedly.

The camera panned up again, closing in on Anna's face until that was all I could see.

Jack's fingers held her chin and turned her face to the lens. He swept the hair from her eyes. His thumb pressed on her lips and Anna opened for it, licking it gratefully, sucking hungrily on it like puppy. He pulled his hand away, trailing the wet thumb to her breast and pulling the nipple until her breast took the shape of a cone. Anna whined again.

He was still now, resting inside Anna. Her breathing became deep and long, almost relaxed.

Anna looked straight into the camera. Her eyes were bright. She smiled a little.

"Timmy, my sweet. Jack has fucked me. He has made me a woman."

There was a long pause. Anna sighed, moaned, licked her lips, tried to concentrate. Her eyes closed and her head fell to the side. Jack had resumed fucking her, slowly and gently now. She gathered herself and continued in a higher voice, now, breathless, speaking quickly.

"It hurt at first... He is so deep in me, fucking huge my love. It feels completely different from you, so, so... to be filled and stretched and feel it right at the bottom... It's beautiful, Timmy... his cock is beautiful... he is beautiful... I'm his slut now, Timmy. Come home so you can be his slut too.

Then Jack started to pick up the pace, to beat into her harder and faster. She grunted and groaned, reached her arms up to him. She started to yelp again.

"Come home soon... I want you here, with us... come home, Timmy," she shouted.

In the background Uncle Jack laughed. The clip ended.

In a rush, I pulled my trousers and underwear down, I stroked my little penis hard six of seven times and came heavily on the carpet under my desk.

**********

I got home at about six in the evening. The house was quiet, and I stood inside the door for a few seconds to try to make out where Anna and Uncle Jack were. I heard nothing. There was a light on in the kitchen. As I made my way there, I heard Uncle Jack whistling some happy tune. He was standing at the counter, his back towards me, making sandwiches.


"Timmy, you're back!"

I nearly jumped. I was lost in thought, and hadn't notice him turn towards the fridge.

I didn't immediately reply. My attention was captured entirely by his heavy cock, swinging a little as he walked to the fridge. It was about a foot long, nearly to his knees. Its thickness varied along its length, and it looked rough to the touch – the skin was blotchy and the tissue under the skin was uneven. The head was tinged a darker pink. It looked sore from fucking. H

Jack stood there to let me stare. I was feasting my eyes on his cock for the second time today. I was breathless, so excited. Again, the shame and fear flooded through me.

"This monster has been driving Anna crazy all day, Timmy. She is a needy, gorgeous woman – very energetic. She really likes to fuck. What a gorgeous slut you wife is. She's asleep in your bed, now. Here, take the tray. I've made enough sandwiches for three. I'll bring the drinks. Beer? After your long day at work, you deserve it."

"Yes, thanks Jack. That would be nice."

I stood at the end of the bed. It was a mess. The sheet was heavily creased, the duvet and most of the pillows discarded on the floor.

Anna lay naked on the bed, fast asleep. She was on her front. Her left arm was flung up under the pillow, her right hand was tucked under her chin, turning her torso slightly on its side and revealing a heavy soft breast. I fixated on this breast briefly. It was the one I'd seen Uncle Jack squeeze down on hard in the video clip. It looked unharmed. Her right leg was bent, the knee pulled up.

She was ravishingly beautiful.. This struck me again, but she was also soiled, used and fucked. Her hair was a terrible mess. All over her body were red marks and bruises, and love bites. There were two red and blue sores high on her shoulders. Bites, I guessed. On her back one long four-fingered scratch. Above her buttocks, there were big bruises. This must have been where Uncle Jack had held Anna tight. Her arse was a hot red all over. Had he spanked her?

With a leg bent, her cunt was slightly exposed. It looked red and raw, and viscous sperm leaked from it. There was a puddle, eight inches across, on the sheet below her.

I just stared and took in every detail. There she was. sleeping, resting, deeply satisfied, truly fucked. Her lover was settling on the bed beside her.

Jack sat up against the headboard sipping a beer. His legs were spread again, showing himself off. Maybe with a cock like that your legs were always spread.

"Put the sandwiches down here," he indicated the bedside table. "And take you clothes off Timmy. We should all be naked in your bedroom."

I stood there for a few seconds looking at Anna. Then at Jack. He was tucking into the sandwiches now. I slowly took off my clothes.

I imagined how I must look to Jack. Slim, hairless, smooth skinned and tanned, and with the penis of a boy – always erect and dripping, always eager. I always thought I had a good looking penis. I looked down at myself – it's a about five inches long when erect, circumcised, slim like me, with a prominent head – relative to the rest of it. I had a mole on the top, about half and inch below the head.

He looked at me smiling. Nothing cruel, just amused.

"Sweet, Timmy. You have a sweet body. Do you want to suck my cock? And be my little bitch.

There was derision now, taunting. He was holding his cock, pointing the head at me. Jack was establishing his superiority, again, beyond all doubt.

"Yes. I do Jack."

It was a relief to say it, to admit it out loud. I smiled at Jack.

"Pull up a chair Timmy. Sit at the end of the bed. I think it's time we woke Anna up."

He shook her shoulder gently. She stirred but, didn't wake. He lent forward and slapped her arse hard. The noise was like a gunshot. Anna's head rose quickly. For a second she looked confused and angry.

"Jack!" She was groggy, whining. "Don't do that. You hurt me. Please my love."

Anna wasn't aware that I was there. Slowly, she scooted up to Jack and cuddled up to him. Her hand went to his cock immediately. She stroked her finger tips along it and then dug under it to cup his balls. Her head rested on his big barrel chest. Her tongue came out and licked his ugly, hairy nipple. She latched onto it like a hungry babe.

"Anna, Timmy's here."

She took a second to register what Jack had said. She looked to the end of the bed and sat bolt upright suddenly. Anna's arm tried to cover her breasts, and she tucked up her legs to hide her cunt.

"Timmy. Hello. You're back."

Uncle Jack burst out laughing. He offered Anna a beer.

"Oh Timmy, my darling Timmy," she said, smiling broadly. "I've been had by a real man, Timmy."

Again, her hand reached down to Jack's cock. Now she held the head in her fist and stroked it gently.

"Look closely Timmy. At my pussy. My properly fucked up pussy. My slut's cunt – it's really a cunt now, not a pussy."

Anna got up off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. “ I'll be back boys” she blew a kiss.

(Wife point of view)

In the bathroom I could hear litte Timmy and Jack chatting, eating and drinking. Jack regaled Timmy with stories of his military career, of his adventures around the world. He was definitely the center if attention, at his charming best again. We were his cock-struck acolytes. It felt like he was the gracious host, and we were the grateful guest.

At one point, Jack asked Timmy about his work. I heard no reply, I then heard a slap and a grunt, I opened the door slowly to our bedroom to see Jack hips moving back and fourth his huge balls swinging between his legs. My eyes opened like saucers when I seen that little Timmy had been bent over the bed and Jacks huge cock was up his ass. He was fucking my husbands ass. And little Timmy was taking it. I gasp lowly. Jack looked over his shoulder at me and winked he then began to talk to Timmy, “ shes watching Timmy, she knows who the bull is and whos the bitch” take it Jack demanded. Timmy started to moan as that cock worked balls deep in him. I began to play with myself I was scared and turned on at the same time. I was startled again as I walked toward the bed tell her Timmy Jack ordered. Tell her “ I'm his slut too baby!” Timmy screamed. Jack continued to fuck my husband as I walked and began to touch his arm while looking down at Timmy.

( Husband point of view)
Anna put her head on his chest. Jack pulled his cock out of my ass and slapped it. I fell to the bed
Slowly, Jack's cock bulked up and grew longer – not by much, but it became more taught, hard. Anna took it into her mouth. She was working on him slowly, licking around the head, grazing him with her teeth.

Anna licked at him, covering him in saliva. She knelt up, bending over him, serious about cock sucking now. She opened her mouth so wide it looked painful and pressed herself down, taking him to the back of her throat, then drew off Jack slowly. She did this slowly several times, with so much love, with determination and devotion. It was a sort of worship. He nose was flared, trying to draw in enough air. Jack's head went back and he grunted his pleasure. His heavy hand stroked her head, cleared her hair from her face so that I could see everything. He clutched a fistful of Anna's hair, took hold of her head to direct her actions, her speed, pressing her down further and further on his cock.

"Isn't she beautiful, Timmy. Isn't she great at sucking a big cock?"

This seemed to drive Anna on. She redoubled her efforts, going at him greedily, with a passion, throwing herself at Uncle Jack. Saliva drooled down his cock. Her hair was everywhere, her breathing heavy and ragged. She appeared to want to devour it, started to snort like an a****l and choke on him. But she forced herself on. Jack grabbed her head and held her still on his cock. Eight, nine, ten inches of the huge thing disappeared past her stretched lips, the head of it buried deep in her throat. She couldn't breathe and her jaw was stretched so wide, it must have hurt, just impossible. For a few seconds I was scared for her, what was Jack doing? Then his hands came off her head.

Anna held still a moment. She seemed to push down on him further. Then she came off his cock in a rush. She coughed and gasped. Her face streamed with saliva and sweat and tears, but her sparkling eyes showed joy, elation.

She was in the full rush of her lust.

Urgently now, Anna straddled Jack, sitting on his horizontal cock. It lay across his stomach. It was too heavy to lift off him and stick in the air like my little penis. But I knew it was hard, absolutely rigid now. She bent down to kiss Jack hungrily on the lips. He lay there, letting her do everything, basking in her passion, as she rubbed her wet cunt up and down his cock, wetting him. Their kiss went on and on, it was deep and wet and adoring. She climbed further and further up him until her breasts were in Jack's grizzled face. He sucked and bit her, his own passion rising.

She sat up, on his chest now. She was sitting on the head of his cock now, rocking back and forth slowly, opening herself.

"Timmy, I need you to put Uncle Jack's cock in me. Is that OK my love?"

I heard every word, but I couldn't speak. In my dumb stupor, I still realized what I was doing. I had been cuckolded. My wife has taken a lover, an old man. She was consumed by him. I had allowed this, more than allowed it. I was complicit, an observer, and a participant. She wanted me, now, to help them consummate, again, their lust. In this triangle, in this situation, I was cuckolded, neutered and serving them.

"Good, Timmy," Anna said, turning to me.

Her hand stroked my hair, gently, lovingly.

"Kiss it."

I did. Softly, I kissed Jack's cock three times. I licked quickly too. My own act of worship.

Anna giggled.

"Good boy. Now, put your face in his big balls. The smell is heavenly."

Anna pressed my face there. I breathed deeply. It was musty. It smelt of man – sweat and flesh, and urine and underneath sex, Anna's juices, and arse too. I thought I smelt wood, damp wood. It was overwhelming. Not heavenly at all. It was a strong, heavy, masculine smell. It was so, so sexy. I had my face pressed into Jack's enormous, hairy scrotum and I was drunk on it.
I watched it all from the floor our bed; Jack taking, ravishing my beautiful wife Anna. Now as I write this down, certain things come back to me clearly, some are a blur, like a dream.

But with this panic and dread came a huge joy, at finding myself, my true place, at seeing my beloved Anna truly, deeply pleasured, at seeing her so deliriously in lust and in love with Jack. Part of the joy was relief at having touched Jack's wondrous cock, at kissing it, at inhaling his scent. I had finally broken through that barrier to touch another man sexually. This is what I am, I told myself -- the boy, the wimp, the queer little cuckold, the emasculated husband. In my heart I felt so grateful that I was allowed to be there watching it all.

Anna, in Jack's hands, became pure sex. My wife, the mother of my daughter, my lovely companion... became a hungry slut, able to take the monstrous cock of another man, and loving it. While she was with jack, she shed all that was wifely and maternal in her. She was not the person I knew and loved. Anna was in a swoon for Jack, giving herself up for him entirely, and it was a beautiful transformation.

jack, of course, was regal, powerful, arrogant and completely dominating. He didn't need to say a word, Anna threw herself at him.

At first she slowly rose and fell on him, grinding and twisting. She would pause every few minutes to bring her beautiful lips to his ugly worn face, to kiss and lick his features, the creased and loose skin on his chest and neck and his steely dark nipples, to knead the huge misshapen pectoral muscles, she lifted his arms to lick his armpits, she slavered at his ears, and she tenderly kissed and stroked his bald, scaly scalp. It was a****l worship, devotion. I stared, taking in every detail, as Anna, absolutely oblivious to me, sucked on his tongue and nibbled on his lips and whispered words of love. I caught only the odd word: "Deeper... fuck me.... So big, darling... love you... fill me... always... I could die... please, please, please."

Jack became urgent again. He pushed her away so that she sat up on him, and he began to thrust up into her hard. He wanted to fuck not kiss, wanted sex not love. Anna was like a rag doll, beaten by his huge, deep trusts, her head lolling and her arms flapping uselessly. He pounded her violently. As the pace built up, so did her reaction. She started to groan, then whimper and then let out a yelp with each thrust. Uncle Jack had to hold her up as he pummelled her again and again. Then Anna seemed to enter a trance, a daze, became quiet, just breathing deeply and whimpering. Her head fell forward a little and her hair curtained over her eyes. Jack didn't like this. His right hand went to her neck grabbing her throat roughly. He tilted her head up and slapped Anna's face firmly with the open palm of his left hand, four or five times.

"Jack. Please don't hurt her," I shouted. I half rose, but before I was half way to my feet he cuffed me hard across the face with the back of his hand.

"Stay there sissy. I'm not going to kill her. You two need to learn how a real man deals with his bitches."

I fell back on the floor on my back, crying out. blood trickled from the edge of my mouth. I lay back on the floor. My legs splayed to reveal my little hard, twitching penis. I let them fall and stay wide like that to show myself, to show my abject, breathlessly excited acceptance of what Jack was doing to Anna, what he had done to me. He took the signal and grinned at me wolfishly. I felt hot, I'm sure I blushed up and down my naked skin. I lay back and stroked my little cock as this big, powerful man took my wife violently.

Anna was silent only because he could barely breath, barely make a sound. But her eyes rolled back in her head then shut, her mouth open in a silent scream, her hips began a furious grinding dance on Uncle Jack's heaving, battering cock. He began to grunt, breathing hard now, sweat bursting on his bald head, his face a grimace now, the neck taught. Then he exploded. "Take that you fucking whore, Anna..." He came, beating into her again and again, then grinding at her, muttering unintelligibly to himself now. Anna's hips twitched, pulsing with her own orgasm. Jack's hand came away from Anna's throat. She gasped, drawing in air hungrily as she settled down onto him. My wife took the hand that had been holding her by the throat in her hands, She drew it up to her face and pressed her cheek into it. She kissed and licked at the palm. Slowly she let herself lie forward onto Jack, who drew her into a long, passionate kiss.

This is when I came. I lay back fully, I shut my eyes and I stoked my little penis furiously as they kissed lovingly. I grunted and jerked my hips. My ejaculate hit me on the cheek and neck and all down my chest and stomach.

*****

When my head cleared, I may have fainted, I looked up at the lovers on the bed, propping myself up on my elbows.

Anna was now sitting up on Jack, still rooted to his groin. She was watching me. A hand rubbed at her neck. She would be bruised there. He heavy, beautiful breast were a raw red in places, and mottled pink all over. More bruises, no doubt. Her hair hung lankly down. She looked used, abused and ravishingly sexy.

Jack was asleep under her. He snored quietly.

Finally, she looked me straight in the eye. And after a pause: "Did you enjoy that Timmy?"

Anna whispered this, hoping not to wake Jack. It was difficult to read the meaning of her question. Was it a reproach? Had she wanted me to stop what Jack had done to her? Had he been too rough?

"I'm sorry. I tried to stop him holding you like that. Are you OK?"

Her eyes flashed, she was angry.

"You pathetic little dick man. He has you right where he wants you doesn't he? He can do what he wants with me, with us, and you'll not object one little bit. Yes I'm OK."

She looked at me. Up and down. She smiled briefly, an unreadable expression, a private joke almost. Was that the look? Finally dismissing me, seeing me for what I was, in all my ridiculous, cum covered glory.

"I'm full of a huge amount of Jack's seed Timmy. Are you ready to eat your wife, my little cuckold? Are you going to clean his sperm from my pussy?" I said yes and entered into the blackness of her thighs.

THE END.