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My wife and I have been married for 25 years and we seem to have hit a bit of a stale spot in the bedroom. We have never been very active sexually due in large part to my own inadequacies in both size and stamina. I'm not very big at all and I've never really been able to last very long when having sex but now that I'm nearing fifty years old, I'm much worse off than ever. I've had some medical issues which make it nearly impossible to get hard at all. Even enhancement drugs don't help and I'm embarrassed by how useless I've become to her in the bedroom. She says all the right things to make me feel better but I can see how discouraged she is each time we try. It's now to the point where she doesn't even care if we make love at all. She says she's fine doing without sex but I know that's not the case. I can feel her frustration. My wife is the love of my life and I would do anything to make her happy. She has kept her body in decent shape over the years and definitely turns heads everywhere we go. The women she works with tell me all the time about the men who comment on my wife's body as they walk down the street. My Beth is a very large breasted woman and has a big round ass that in combination give her some amazing curves. She definitely looks like a 1950's pinup model. She has always been embarrassed to tell me her actual bra size but I took a look at the tag on one of them and it read 44DDD. Yes, she has massive tits. I can't say they stand out straight these days after two kids and her being in her mid-forties but when she's wearing a bra they look incredible. Even without a bra the fact that they sag only adds to their overall size and girth. Trust me, you would love to play with them. One night after another particularly disappointing evening in the bedroom I couldn't take the look in her eye any longer. I pleaded with her to let us try using toys. I wanted to buy a vibrator so that I could make her cum finally. She was of course embarrassed by the notion being a good catholic girl but I kept badgering her until she relented. She agreed to try something new in order to spice things up. I told her I would go to one of those adult book stores and buy one but she said we should do that together. She wanted us to move into this next step together. I agreed and was quite excited by the prospect of finally making her happy. So, the following weekend we drove out of town to an abs that I'd passed every day on my way to work and went in to explore. There were at least 12 men wandering around the store and every one of them made no attempt to hide the fact that they were staring at my wife. The pure lust being exhibited in that place was palpable. I was proud of the attention she garnered and smiled at the way they all looked at her. I could see the attention wasn't lost on her either. She was shyly glancing around at the men and almost basking in their lustful stares. She whispered to me, "Is it just me or am I being looked over?" To which I replied, "Oh you are not imagining things, they all want you." She was almost giddy with the excitement of so many men wanting her so she took her time wandering around the store. I tried to stay with her but several men soon crowded around her and began talking to her about her reason for coming in today. It wasn't long before I found myself on the outside of a ring of horny men who were brushing up against my wife and trying to slyly grope a feel or two. I was frightened for her and was about to intervene when I noticed the look on her face. She was thrilled. My lovely, conservative, vanilla wife was enjoying the attention of these book store perverts. I overheard one of the men ask Beth if she knew what went on in the back rooms and panic set in immediately. I heard her giggle and tell him, "No, what happens in those dark rooms?" The man leaned in and whispered in her ear. I don't know what he said but her eyes grew wide and she blushed before laughing and saying, "Really? That sounds so naughty. Can I take a look?" He smiled and said, "Of course you can sweetie, follow me." He took her hand and began to lead her to the back rooms when I stepped forward and said in a shamefully timid voice, "Um, dear maybe we should go." "Nonsense," the man said, "the lady just wants a look at the wild side. You don't want to cause her any trouble do you little man?" I know I should have been more assertive. I should have stood up to him. I should have been strong for myself and for my wife but instead I looked up at this large man and said, "No. No of course I don't want any trouble." The man laughed at me and at that moment I thought my humiliation could never get any worse. That is until I looked at my wife's face. Her expression was one of pure disgust. She looked at me as though I were a bug she'd found in the shower. She was seeing me in a different light in that one fleeting instant. I was no longer a man in her eyes. I saw that all in the one brief look she allowed me before I lowered my eyes and moved to the side. What else could I do? There were a dozen men crowded around us and the man who held my wife's hand was enormous. He was the most imposing Black Man I'd ever seen. His skin was as dark as midnight giving him the look of African Royalty. He stood at least six foot three and easily towered over my five foot six frame. He had broad shoulders and rippling muscles that were made obvious by his too tight shirt. He had a full face of scruff that made my clean shaven face seem almost wimpy in comparison. He had the look of a man who worked outside with a wind worn look that made him look ruggedly handsome. Next to him I looked every bit the wimpy office worker I was. In the time it took me to take in his appearance he had maneuvered himself between me and Beth and was escorting her away from me. I tried to follow but the other men moved in and as if by accident formed a wall between us. It was as if the whole thing was choreographed to keep me in my place. I started to protest but my wife said over her shoulder, "I'll be right back honey, just make yourself useful and find me a good size dildo." The men all laughed at this and before the humiliation could set in fully, she was gone. It was terrible. I stood there in the store with the cadre of strangers looking at me with a mixture of disgust and amusement. I made several attempts to follow my wife and the large handsome stranger but the men in front of me made it clear in nonverbal ways that there was no way I was leaving the main room. Rather than humiliate myself further in my attempt to follow, I decided to browse the store as my wife had, well commanded. That's what it was after all, a command. I looked over the assortment of vibrating dildos in a most distracted manner. I kept looking at the doorway through which the man had led my wife. After what seemed like hours I finally decided on a mid size toy which seemed appropriate. Keeping my eyes on the back doorway I made my way to the front counter and paid for my purchase. The men in the store watched me and laughed among themselves while I tried desperately not to let my true feelings show. For the first time in years I felt as though I could cry. What seemed like hours turned out to be closer to forty minutes and eventually my wife and the large stranger came out of the back room. She was smiling and glancing at the man with a look of pure adoration. It was awful. I'd never felt so helpless and alone. The large black man took her hand and turned her toward him saying, "I'd love to show you around again Beth, come back any time." My wife looked up into his eyes and said, "Oh I will. Now that I know what's back there just try to keep me away." With what seemed like an afterthought she looked my way and said, "Ok, let's go. I hope you got what I need." I mumbled a reply that sounded like "Yes dear" and keeping my eyes on the floor started walking toward the door. My wife said goodbye to her new friend and followed me out. I almost ran to the car and jumped in starting the engine before I was even seated. Before I got a chance to put the car in reverse my wife said, "Wait honey, don't you want to know what happened back there?" I told her of course I did but it could wait till we got home. She laughed and said, "No, I think I'd like to tell you now. In fact Brad insisted I tell you before we leave." So that was his name. Brad. I now had a name to put to that bastard's face. My wife smiled the most evil smile I've ever seen and told me to turn off the engine. I don't know why but I instantly obeyed. In the silence that followed I felt more frightened than I ever have. I waited patiently for her to continue but noticed that she was not looking at me, rather she was looking back at the door to the bookstore. I turned to follow her gaze and saw the black man who had such power over my wife, Brad, standing in the doorway watching us. Without looking at me my wife began to talk. "Well sweetie, Brad took me back to the video booths. Do you have any idea what happens back there? Don't bother answering, I'll tell you. It seems men go in there to enjoy the glory holes. It seems there are holes in the walls between the video booths and men stick their cocks through those holes in order to get sucked off. Isn't that amazing?" I was shocked. My wife. My partner. The mother of my children just used the word cock for what I think was the first time in her life. I was shaking with fear and embarrassment when she continued to spin her tale. "Brad told me it was rare for a woman to come into this place and he was thrilled to see me the second I walked in the door. At first I thought Brad was one of the men who allowed other men to suck him or worse he was a cocksucker himself but do you know who Brad is honey? He's the owner. So going into those rooms is not something he ever does. But he told me he was thrilled to show me the inner workings of his business. Anyway he asked me to sit in one of the booths and he put some tokens into the machine and a porn movie started playing right in front of me. He then left my booth and moved into the one right next to me. Can you guess what happened next?" I had tears in my eyes at this point and could barely speak. My wife could see the discomfort she was causing me and began to laugh. She continued her story while watching Brad as he stood smoking a cigarette in the doorway of his bookstore. He was smiling at her knowing exactly what was being said in my car. As Beth continued I noticed her right hand had moved between her legs and she was slowly rubbing her pussy through her jeans. I then began to notice the smell. My wife was aroused and I was smelling her pussy as her juices began to flow. "So, it wasn't long before I noticed something moving through the hole in the wall," she continued. "It seems Brad was sliding his cock through the hole toward me. Oh my god honey it was huge! I mean I know I've always told you yours was fine but damn, his cock is enormous! Those stories about Black Men are obviously true." I actually sobbed at this statement. She heard me, I know she did but all she did was smile and continue her story without ever looking at me. Her eyes were only for Brad at this point. "Anyway, Brad told me I didn't have to do anything if I didn't want to but if I was so inclined I could just touch him. Well I didn't know what to do. I mean there you were, my husband, in the next room and this big strong man was asking me to touch his big, thick, black cock. But then I remembered how you reacted to him. I remembered how you lowered your eyes and just let him lead me away like you knew he was the superior man. Like you knew to be submissive to a Black Stud. I mean what kind of man allows another man to just take his wife away like that?" Then she looked at me and said, "Seriously Tim, what kind of man are you to allow that to happen?" I couldn't answer. I could not get one single word to form. So caught up in my humiliation was I that there was no possible way for me to answer her. She looked into my tear filled eyes and I could see this was the only chance I would get to assert myself. She was giving me this one chance to change things. One chance to be a real man. And I folded. I lowered my eyes and sobbed again. Beth sneered at me and snorted her derision before continuing her story. "Well, I could almost feel the heat coming from his black cock. I could smell his manly musk and could see the strong, pulsing, throbbing meat just standing straight out from the hole in the wall. I could see his balls and sweetie let me tell you they are huge. His balls look like tennis balls. He is equipped like some god of legend. It was almost scary just how big he is." At this point she was staring back at Brad and her hand had now wandered into her jeans. I could see quite clearly she was fingering herself while she continued to taunt me with her dreadful story. "Then he asked me to touch it. Just touch it. So I did. There was no thought involved, I mean this big, strong man, this stranger asked me to touch his cock and I did it without any conscious thought. Gone were our years of marriage, our time together, our so called sex life. Gone was any thought of being a wife and mother. Gone were any inhibitions I may have once held. I just reached out and took his massive tool in my hand. I could barely close my fingers around his girth. I actually moaned at that point and he laughed at me. I felt like a fool. It was like I was discovering fire for the first time. I took his cock in my hand and just held it there like it was the greatest prize ever. I must have looked quite a sight just sitting there trying to grasp that enormous ebony tool in my little hand. I looked in amazement at how large it looked in my tiny hand and at that point he asked me to take hold of his balls with my other hand. Well of course I complied. I mean I was mesmerized. I really had no choice." She was panting at this point. My lovely wife of 25 years was telling me how she had fondled a stranger's cock and she was panting as she stared at him through the windshield and dug her fingers deeper into her pussy. I could hear the wet sucking sounds her fingers made as they shoved in and out of the center of her desire. Her scent was overwhelming. I found myself becoming aroused and I swear my penis actually started to move. This was so humiliating. I was becoming aroused listening to my wife masturbate while recounting her adventure in the video booth. "Brad then asked me to stroke him," she said. "He asked me to just start sliding my hand up and down his shaft. So I did. I didn't think about whether it was wrong or not, I just did it. But of course it wasn't right. He soon instructed me on the right way to jack a cock. He told me to spit in my hand for lubrication. Of course that was what I needed to do but I just couldn't bring myself to spit. That's just not lady like. So, I licked my hand to get it wet. I licked it and was shocked at how good it tasted. I mean this is what a man should taste like. It tasted like sweat and testosterone and well, even a little piss. It was so dirty but it felt so right. I licked my hand like it was the sweetest of treats and then I went back to stroking his cock. I jacked that big dick with my right hand and fondled his huge balls with my left. For just a second I thought about how my wedding ring was rubbing along his balls but that thought just made me more excited. I mean the ring you gave me on our wedding day was now rubbing against this stranger's black balls and I was getting turned on by it. I just kept stroking him faster and faster feeling the heat of his cock and balls in my hands and knowing that you were waiting in the next room. The contrast of my white fingers along his thick black shaft was striking. Oh Tim if you had just stood up to him. If you were more of a man I never would have found myself in this position." That thought seemed to excite her even more and she began rubbing her clit faster. She was getting herself off while reliving her adventure and humiliating me at the same time. It seemed as though my humiliation was a part of the excitement for her. My wife was emasculating me and getting off at the same time. "Brad lasted so much longer than you ever have Tim. It must be a black thing," she continued. "I mean I worked that shaft for at least half an hour. The movie in my booth ran out but he showed no sign of tiring. It became a mission for me. I reluctantly took my left hand from his balls and used both hands to stroke his magnificent cock. Yes Tim, both hands. Brad's cock has to be at least ten inches long and my god is it ever thick! I was sweating at this point and he told me he could smell me. I was embarrassed until he said it was intoxicating. He said I smelled like a real woman should when she's pleasing her man. Her Man! That's what he said and I couldn't argue. I just kept working that cock like it was my job. Finally I heard his breathing start to increase. I knew he was close so I started talking to him. I was lost in a lustful frenzy. I told him to cum. I begged for it. I called him My Man. I called him Daddy. I begged for his cum. I told him I was his slut to use. And then..." "What?" I asked, my voice hoarse. "What happened then?" I almost screamed. "Then he came". She said. "He came like I can only imagine a god would cum. Like a porn star. Like a real man. He shot thick ropes of cum across the booth. It hit the far wall. I could feel every spurt leave his cock with both of my hands. It was so intense I almost cried. He shot so much cum I couldn't believe it was possible. I mean all I've ever seen was your little squirts of watery discharge. This was cum! Thick, white, powerful cum! I caressed his cock as he shot his load. I rubbed my hand over the head of his cock and felt the powerful cream cover my fingers, thick and sticky. I could smell it and the scent was overwhelming. Oh Tim I never knew a real man could cum like that. It coated my hand and stuck my fingers together." She came then. She actually yelled out loud and came with a thunderous crash. Her breathing was static and quivering. She panted and moaned, her eyes never leaving Brad. "Then I heard him lean against the wall," She said in a quiet, shaking voice. "And he called me a 'good slut'. I know I should have been offended but I was actually proud when he said that. He slowly pulled his still huge cock through the hole and I heard him putting it back in his pants. I heard him zip them and leave the room. He came into my booth and held out his hand to me. When he helped me up I of course offered him my clean hand." "He helped me up and pulled me close to him. I could smell his aftershave and it made my knees weak. He leaned in and whispered in my ear before leading my back out to where you were waiting." I sat there in shock not knowing how to respond. She had shaken me to my core. What was supposed to be a night of naught fun for us, a way to spark our sex life had taken a drastic turn. I was not sure how to continue. I could see Brad still watching us and dragging on another cigarette with a smirk on his face as if he knew the greatest secret. For some reason I began to take notice of the minutia of the moment. I could smell my wife's secretions strongly in the confined space of the car and could see her trying to catch her breath. I could hear her labored breathing and watched as she pulled her left hand from her jeans where she had rubbed herself to orgasm. Her left hand. From her story that would be her clean hand. I can't tell why that mattered but I was soon to learn in a very difficult manner. "So honey," my Beth said in an almost distant voice. "Are you wondering why Brad is standing there? Why he asked me to tell you all of this right here in the parking lot? Why it was so important that we not wait till we got home?" I couldn't speak. I just couldn't find the strength to answer. But I think she expected that reaction from me. She smiled an almost evil smile never taking her eyes from Brad. "You see honey, Brad whispered something naughty in my ear when he led me from the booth. Something that I was afraid of. Something that he needs to see. Honey, Brad wants you to lick my hand clean." She never even looked at me when she said that. Never even glanced my way. She was locked on to Brad the entire time as she slowly moved her right hand over close to my face. And now I could smell something else. Something primal. I could see his cum glistening on her hand. It was still thick and creamy looking and the scent was overwhelming. Yes, this is what a real man smells like. "You have to do it honey," she said with laughter in her voice. "You have to or I'll feel like you don't approve. I'll feel like I cheated on you and you don't want me to feel bad do you? Well do you honey?" She said all of this without ever looking at me. Like I didn't even matter. Like the decision was already made. I should have shouted at her. I should have stormed over to Brad and punched him in the face. I should have done anything other than what I actually did. Oh, I hated myself so much but I did it. I leaned over and slowly licked tentatively at her cum covered hand. With tears in my eyes I tasted another man's cum for the first time. I did it for her. I did it for him. I did it because I felt I had no choice. As I lapped up his cum like a starved dog I could hear my wife laughing. I could hear Brad laughing from the doorway. I could hear and feel my life changing in that moment. And just to bring the moment into crystal clear focus, I heard my wife say, "Good boy, Brad knew you would be a good boy." While I licked the cum of that hulking black stranger from my wife's hand amongst the laughter of the two of them I heard my wife opening the bag containing the dildo I had purchased earlier. As the tears rolled down my cheeks and Brad's cum slid down my throat I heard my dear wife say, "Oh honey, this will never do. It's just not big enough. We'll have to come back next week and shop around some more." My only response as I licked up the thick cum of a stranger was of course, "Yes Dear." The Innocent Cuckold Part 2 It's been a week since Beth's and my adventure at the ABS. Should I call it an adventure? That makes it sound fun in some way. While it was exciting and life altering, I hesitate to call it fun. I honestly don't know what came over me. I should have raged against the way my wife and her new friend treated me. There is no excuse for the cowardice I displayed in front of my lovely wife. I'm so ashamed with my behavior that I can hardly look at her now. But I felt as though I had no choice in the matter. It was as if the natural order of things was being sorted out for me and I was just a passenger in my own body as I did what I did. Look I can't even admit it to myself. I licked another man's cum from my wife's hand. I can't describe how humiliating that is to admit. I could easily say my wife made me do it, that Brad had made me do it. But the truth is, I did it of my own free will. And for some reason it felt right. Oh it was humiliating and degrading on a level I never knew existed but it was a natural act of submission on my part. I felt the need to submit to my wife. In all our years of marriage I always felt a bit inferior to her but now the die had truly been cast. The dynamic of my relationship with Beth changed immediately. We didn't even make it home that night before I began to feel her power shift heavily in my wife's favor. She didn't say a word the entire ride home but I could feel the raw power emanating from her in waves. She knew what had happened as surely as I did and the satisfied smirk on her face told the story better than any words ever could. Beth had reduced me to a submissive, inferior, let's just say the word, cuckold, in a few short minutes and I did nothing at all to change things. Of course I'd read the stories. A big strong man whips out his huge cock and the quivering housewife is helpless against its power. So she does the only thing she can, she fucks him and emasculates her husband. Bullshit. This is the real world and women don't just throw away their lives with their husband's over a big cock. Hell you can buy a big cock at the very store my wife strayed in. No, this had less to do with the size of Brad's cock and more to do with him as a person. His confidence was overwhelming. His charisma and ego were as powerful an aphrodisiac as anything ever marketed. The strength that emanated from this black beast made me feel weak. My wife is a strong, confident woman who had been pushed to the edge by my own inadequacies. I saw that frustrated look on her face every time we made love. I saw the disappointment in her eyes. For years, no decades she was left in a constant state of frustration till she could no longer take it and finally took matters into her own hands. Quite literally so it would seem. So believe me when I say I was not at all surprised when one week to the day after our encounter with Brad I saw my wife's car parked outside of his business on my way home from work. I slowed down and even flipped on my turn signal as if to pull into the parking lot but at the last second I just continued on my way home. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't face them together again. I was scared. I was afraid of losing my wife, afraid of being humiliated, afraid of receiving a beating from Brad. You name it, I was scared of it happening. So like a complete pussy I just went home, changed into sweat pants and a t-shirt, made myself a drink and sat on the couch waiting for Beth to return. I can't begin to tell you all of the terrible things going through my mind while I sat there waiting. I pictured Beth and Brad in every position imaginable the whole time I could see them laughing at me while they explored each other's bodies. At one point I even felt my eyes fill with tears as the humiliating images rolled past my mind's eye. My hands were shaking and my heart was beating out of my chest by the time I saw the headlight's of my wife's car turn into our driveway. I wiped a stray tear from my cheek and tried to look relaxed as I heard her key in the door. Beth walked through the doorway, closed the door behind her, and strolled into the living room with a contented sigh and a satisfied smile then sat on the love seat across from me. She didn't even bother to hide her disheveled appearance or the very obvious smell of sex that permeated the room since her entrance. There wasn't a trace of care or even embarrassment in her expression as she smiled at me from across the room. When she started speaking it was with a confidence I'd never heard in her voice before. She said, "I went to the ABS today to exchange that vibrator you bought me for a bigger model and ran into Brad." "I know," I told her, "I saw your car there on my way home." "Oh I thought you would and I'm not at all surprised that you didn't stop in" she told me. "In fact Brad and I both knew you wouldn't have the nerve to show your face there again. We had quite a laugh at the thought of you trying to stand up to him." "But why," I asked. "Why would you do that? You know how much that would hurt me, why would you do something so cruel?" She laughed at that and said, "Oh Timmy, it's not cruel at all. In fact you should be happy for me that after all these years I'm finally exploring a more sensual side of life. You should want me to find happiness and satisfaction in ways that you could never provide. After all you know you don't exactly measure up to a real man in the dick department. I mean it's not your fault you were born with an inferior penis. And let's face facts, you were definitely short changed when it comes to male equipment so there's no reason to feel ashamed." "I never felt shame over my dick size," I said with a quivering voice that betrayed the words. "Oh really? Huh, maybe you should then. Maybe all white boys should feel shame in their inferior equipment," she told me. "I mean you have to know you're not very big down there or anywhere else. You're rather on the short and slender side for a man and you haven't been able to get or keep a hard on for years. Now don't get upset honey, I'm only speaking the truth here and you know it." I could feel my face turn red with embarrassment as my eyes filled with tears. I was shocked that my loving wife could say such hurtful things to me. She didn't even look sorry for what she'd said and in fact looked quite pleased with herself at finally revealing some long held truth that she'd been dying to tell out loud. I tried to find the right words but nothing would come out. I was so humiliated, so hurt, that I was unable to form a coherent thought. Seeing how her words had shamed me into silence Beth continued with her tale crossing her long legs under her as she settled in to a more comfortable position. As her legs opened wider in the lotus position on the love seat I got a clear whiff of the scent emanating from her crotch. Even from across the room I could smell her secretions mixed with what I was certain to be the powerful cum of what she called a "real man" and she smiled at me as she saw the realization in my eyes. I expected her to tell me immediately that she had sex with Brad but one look at her face and I knew she wanted to prolong my agony. She wanted to tease me with the whole story so I sat quietly and waited for her to continue. "So anyway," she started, "Brad and I got to talking when I went into the store. He apologized for his behavior last week and I of course told him there was nothing to be sorry for since I enjoyed every minute of my last visit. He smiled at that and took my hand in his while we talked. He told me the ABS wasn't the only business he owned and that in fact he was the owner of 3 night clubs and 2 other Adult stores. He owns that club where all the black men hang out. You know the one you're always afraid to walk by? He's quite the business man and is very wealthy. I guess that makes him superior to you in more than just what he has between his legs. Oh now don't get upset Timmy I'm just getting started. If you're going to be a baby about this then I'll just go to bed without telling you anything. Is that what you want?" I could have stopped this humiliating nightmare right there. I could have been innocent of whatever else she had to say but I just couldn't speak. I simply shook my head to let her know I wanted her to continue. She laughed and said, "Wow, ok. Sounds like Brad was right about you. You are a little wimp. Ok, sit there and listen then. And don't interrupt me. I really feel like reliving it all right now. So, where was I? Oh yes, Brad is not only big and strong with a huge cock, he's also a charming, successful, and wealthy businessman. He honestly is the complete package. We talked about his businesses and he invited me to come see his house some time. It sounds amazing! I of course told him I'd be delighted. He asked about our marriage and if I was happy. Don't worry honey, I am happy and that's exactly what I told Brad. After all Timmy, you are a good husband and father despite your other shortcomings." I actually let out a sob at this point feeling relief at the fact that for now my marriage seemed safe. Beth frowned at this interruption and I quickly got myself under control so as not to anger her. My god, I really am a wimp. After a quick glare at me for effect, she continued. "Brad was such a gentleman. He showed me around the store and let me peek in at what was happening in the booths. There are really a lot of guys who love to give blowjobs in this town did you know that? Anyway just seeing all those cocks started getting me a little hot. I think that's what Brad intended judging from the smile on his face when he saw how flushed I was. So he took me to his private office. Oh Timmy, you should see his office! He has the most elegant taste for the finer things in life. The furniture is all so plush and beautiful and the paintings he has displayed show he has a real eye for art. Brad truly is a real man in every sense." Beth was starting to breathe heavily at this point in her story and I saw her hand slowly start to move down toward her crotch. She was touching herself all along the way while her other hand was moving toward her chest. She was beginning to pleasure herself right there in front of me. As she pulled her skirt up and began to rub her right hand up and down across her pussy, her left hand was rubbing circles around her nipples one at a time. I was so shocked by her behavior that it took me much longer than it should have to realize Beth wasn't wearing any panties. Under her skirt she was bare and the hairs surrounding her pussy were already soaked by what I'm certain were their combined juices. But she never slowed down in her story telling. "Brad and I sat on the couch together and he leaned in close to kiss me. I know I should have stopped him but with a man like Brad, a real man, I just felt weak and wanted nothing more than to please him. It was so different from the way it is with you Timmy. You always look like you're apologizing when you try to kiss me, Brad just takes what he wants without worrying about the consequences. So I let him kiss me. Oh, it was magnificent! He tastes and smells so good. He was so forceful just grabbing the back of my head and pulling me in while his tongue explored my mouth as if it belonged there. I knew right then and there that I would give myself to him. Hell, he was going to take what he wanted anyway but I was so willingly his that I was wet with the first kiss. We made out like horny teenagers with a passion that I had forgotten was possible. His big strong hands were everywhere at once. You can tell he loves my boobs because he couldn't get enough of them. While kissing me he squeezed and grabbed my tits like he owned them. I normally don't like that sort of rough play but with Brad it just seemed natural, like a black man conquers his women. I loved the way he manhandled my big tits and especially loved how he pulled and pinched my nipples. I was squirming and moaning into his mouth begging for more of this rough loving." Beth was now masturbating fully and was enjoying twisting and pinching her nipples one after the other. She had worked her middle finger into her soaking wet pussy and I could hear the wet squishing sounds as she plunged her finger in and out, over and over. She had her legs splayed wide open now and was working herself into a frenzy while never missing a beat in her story. "Oh Timmy, Brad is such an animal. I mean that in the best possible way. He is like a predatory beast of the jungle claiming what's his. He worked his hand up under my skirt and literally ripped my panties from my body. He didn't need my help at all getting my clothes off. He just tore them from my body like a man possessed. I actually cried out in sheer pleasure when he pulled my shirt off and opened my bra like a pro. He had me naked in no time at all then he stood up and looked at me lying on his couch, naked and open for him. He smiled down at me like a conquering hero claiming his prize then removed his shirt and shoes. He just stood there watching me for a moment then told me to take off his pants. I reached out from the couch but he stopped me and told me to get on my knees and do it. I actually shivered with lust at this command. I slid to my knees and began to open his jeans. When I pulled them down I could see the bulge in his underwear and actually smell the manly scent of testosterone emanating from his crotch. I was excited to open my gift so my hands were shaking when I reached up for the band of his underwear to slide them down his legs. As I pulled them past his crotch, his powerful, black cock actually sprung forward and hit me in the face. That's how big it is Timmy! I moaned with lust for him at that point and the second I got his underwear off I took his cock in my mouth." My eyes flew open wide at this point and Beth actually laughed at me. My look of surprise must have made her even hotter as she slid a second finger into her overheated snatch before continuing. "Now don't look at me like that Timmy! I know I never suck your little penis but that's different. You shoot so quickly I just don't see the point. I mean why should I mess up my lipstick and have to taste your nasty little squirt when it's over so fast? But I know from experience how long Brad can last. Besides that, his cock smelled so manly I just didn't have a choice. I licked him all up and down his long thick shaft pausing every now and then to kiss the fat mushroom head and lick off the pre-cum that was dripping out. I swear that man produces more pre-cum than you do actual cum. I mean like a lot more. And it tasted so good, oh my god I just loved it. I know Brad loves to have his balls fondled so I started sucking his cock while stroking the shaft with one hand and playing with his balls in the other. I swear I had a good 4 inches of cock in my mouth and still was able to stroke another 5 or 6 inches with my hand. The man it huge! I worked his cock like that for a good 20 minutes before he lifted me up like I weighed nothing at all and lay me down on the couch." Beth was working her clit now like a woman possessed. She was moaning and panting and it was becoming difficult to understand her story, but I hung on every word. I was openly crying now. Tears were running down my cheeks and I couldn't tell if it was solely due to her story or the fact that my little penis was actually trying to get hard. I never have spontaneous erections any longer so this was both thrilling and humiliating at the same time. I can't get hard unless I'm picturing my wife with another man. Oh god what's happening to me? "Oh Timmy," Beth continued, "you should have seen Brad take me. He was amazing! He threw my legs over his shoulders and entered me in one fast, hard stroke that literally took my breath away. I've never felt so full in my life! His cock stretched my poor pussy open so wide it felt like giving berth again. I was so wet that he just slipped right in and began to thrust over and over like he was claiming my pussy as his own. I could barely catch my breath from the pounding I was taking. Brad ravaged my pussy all the while squeezing and pinching my tits until he left bruises but I loved every minute of it. I was moaning over and over begging him to fuck me harder. He was calling me names that I should have hated but it just seemed right coming from him. He called me his slut and his whore while he savaged my cunt repeatedly. Yes, my cunt! That's what Brad called it. Not a pretty word like pussy, that's for love making. Cunt is for fucking and that's what Brad was doing. Fucking me! After at least half an hour in this position, Brad pulled his wonderful cock out of my cunt and I almost cried at how empty I felt. But that feeling didn't last long. He pulled me up from the couch and bent me over at the waist so that I had to hold on to the arm of the couch to keep from falling over. He then entered me from behind sliding his thick cock into my cunt again in one motion. He began fucking me doggy style and it seemed as though his cock was actually reaching deeper into me than it ever had." My little penis was stiff now and I wanted so much to touch it but I was afraid of breaking the spell of my wife's story. She was fucking herself with 3 fingers now and twisting her nipples in what looked like a most painful way. I had never treated her breasts as roughly as she was now. I could also see the bruises she mentioned now that she had opened her blouse to have better access to her nipples. I could actually see Brad's handprint on her right breast. My god the man was a savage. Beth continued, "I turned my head to the side and saw that the far wall was almost completely covered in a large mirror. I now knew why Brad wanted to fuck me this way. I could see him looking in the mirror with a smile on his face. Bent over like this my huge tits were hanging down and swinging back and forth with each thrust of Brad's thick cock. He was admiring the view while he fucked me raw. I was gripping the couch tightly and honestly trying to keep from passing out so rough and deep was the fucking I was receiving. Brad was breaking me in like a new baseball glove, working my pussy, no my cunt, like he needed to soften it up for later use. I was trying to speak, trying to yell out something, anything, but the constant pounding of that big dick was making it impossible for me to even think let alone speak. We went on like this for another 45 minutes or so but it seemed like hours. Finally when I felt like my legs and arms could no longer support me Brad yelled out that he was cumming. I felt every blast of cum like it was being shot from a fire hose. I could feel each spurt soaking my insides coating me with thick, creamy cum. And I came so hard, Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Beth was cumming as she told the story. She was riding waves of orgasm and screaming out obscenities like I've never heard from her. Her hips were bucking up off the love seat and she was digging her fingers into her pussy while screaming out orgasm after orgasm. And then she collapsed onto the love seat panting and sweating and even sobbing a bit. She looked amazing. She looked beautiful like this. And god help me, I came. My little penis squirted two little dribbles of watery cum into my underwear without me even touching it. It went soft immediately but my shame was complete. I had achieved a little erection and had squirted, something I had not been able to do in years without the aid of pharmaceuticals. And Beth knew it. I could see it in her eyes as she watched me while coming down from her series of earth shattering orgasms. She knew. And the dynamic of our marriage had taken another turn in her favor. "Well," she said, "after that, I told Brad I had to leave and began to get dressed. He sat down on the couch still naked and smiled while watching me dress. His cock was still so big as it lay there on his thigh glistening with our juices. I couldn't help but marvel at its size. I mean even soft his cock is 3 times the size of yours Timmy. He laughed when he saw me pick up my ruined panties and I had to laugh too. They were torn apart so I just threw them in the trash and finished dressing. Brad stood up and escorted me to the office door where we kissed goodbye. I promised I'd see him again soon and left with a satisfied smile on my face. The entire ride home I could feel Brad's copious load leaking from my pussy and soaking into my skirt. You may need to scrub the car seat Timmy as I'm certain it got covered in our juices." Beth got up from the love seat and walked over to me at this point. She took my face in her hands and I could feel and smell the wetness she was now rubbing into my skin. I knew the smell of her sex but I could also identify another scent. I could smell Brad's cum that was filling my wife's pussy and covering her hand. She painted my lips with the secretions and said with a laugh in her voice, "Be a dear and pick up my clothes and put them in the laundry. I'm going to take a shower now. I think you'll probably have to clean yourself up too if I'm any judge of my little Timmy. Oh and I'm exhausted so I don't want to be disturbed tonight. Why don't you sleep in the guest room tonight honey? That's a good boy. See you tomorrow." And with that she left me sitting there in my own mess. As I watched her climb the stairs I called up to her the only thing I could think to say. "Yes Dear," I said as the tears started rolling down my face again.