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The bed sagged and creaked, Will backing up to give Sam room. His hand reached out to his rival’s limp manhood, but he stopped. There would be time for that later. Now, he needed to get down to business and show Heather he was worth something.

Pungent sweat and combined love juices filled Sam’s nostrils with a heavy presence. He leaned down and settled in, hefting Heather’s legs over his shoulders. Even when he teased her little button, she didn’t acknowledge him. Her body, however, trembled at his touch.

Sam kissed and licked. Arousal ran down his chin, but he didn’t mind. Being covered in other’s fluids felt like something taboo, something filthy, and it excited him to no end. He forced his tongue into Heather’s canal. A moan disturbed her dazed reverie.

Heather curled forward until her face peeked over her breasts. “Oh, hi, honey. I didn’t see you there.” Her fingers intertwined in Sam’s hair. “You’re so sweet, cleaning me up.”

Praise, however skewed, sent a thrill down his spine. He pulled back to say something, but Heather’s hands gripped the back of his head and kept him close. His nose brushed up her folds. He blew out a harsh breath, inhaled, and dug in.

Diluted semen slopped onto Sam’s taste buds, and he moaned against Heather’s lower lips. She forced him deeper. His fingers sank into her hips as he held her in place. Groans filled his ears before her thighs pressed in on either side of his head.

“It might be because I’m still super sensitive, but,” Heather yelped and squirmed, “your tongue feels so good. Take your time.”

Sam cocked his head to the side and breathed. Eager to prove himself, he withdrew his right hand from around Heather’s leg. He drove two fingers inside as he lapped her slit. Her walls didn’t squeeze tight, so he thrust in a third to stretch her the slightest bit.

“Stick your ass out and wiggle it for me, honey.” Sam obeyed with glee, arching his back to provide Heather with a view. “Show me how happy you are to eat me out.”

Excitement ran through Sam, and excess juices leaked down his thighs. He swayed his hips back and forth. Whatever Heather wanted, she got. He didn’t care what she desired if he could serve some part in it. She tightened around his digits.

“Look at me, honey.”

Sam didn’t stop, but he tilted his gaze up Heather’s glistening body. Her beautiful, lust-filled eyes met his. Desire swelled. He wanted to do more than just use his tongue and fingers. If only he still possessed his dick.

The bed creaked behind Sam. Something hot and hard flopped between his spread cheeks. His breath caught in his throat. Will’s huge hands slipped onto his waist and held him still. The cock that had been inside his wife teased his own lips.

Every muscle in Sam’s body locked up. He tried to breathe, to calm himself, yet only a wheeze squeaked out. His mouth hung agape. He had forgotten Will existed. When met with the object of his fantasies, he didn’t know if he could go through with it.

Sam attempted to pull away. “No, no, no,” Heather pleaded, reaching down and holding his head in place. “Don’t freak out. Just keep doing what you’re doing and keep your eyes on me. Don’t worry about anything else.”

“I-I don’t think I can.” Fear bubbled up, and Sam tried in vain to wiggle out of Will’s grip. Even after witnessing all the pleasure he had brought Heather, Sam didn’t think he could give himself up to Will.

“Don’t be silly. I saw how you looked at him, how you watched him make me cum again and again.” Heather took Sam’s hands in hers and squeezed. “Give in; it’ll be so hot and so worth it. Trust me.”

Sam arched his back and presented himself to Will. “If I say stop, tell him to stop.”

“Okay, honey. I promise. I’m here for your big moment of becoming a woman.” A gentle push guided Sam back to Heather’s sopping womanhood.

Pressure built between Sam’s legs as he tried to focus on Heather. Will squeezed Sam’s hips and pressed forward. Hot and hard, the fat head pried Sam open. He gasped and shivered, and his body flinched away. However, Will clamped down, preventing him from moving. He was at his bully’s mercy.

Sam glanced up at Heather, panicked and afraid. She met his gaze for a moment before her eyes drifted past him. A smile slipped onto her face, and she stroked his hair. She blew a kiss, not to him, but to Will. Pain lanced Sam’s heart as Will’s giant cock lanced his tight, virgin pussy.

Agony ripped through Sam’s body. His legs spread, and his walls parted. A sensation of fullness bloated his pelvis. He groaned and whimpered, squirming against Heather. She pried his hands off her thighs and slipped her fingers between his. The gesture comforted him despite the overwhelming intrusion behind.

“Honey,” Heather said, her eyes meeting his. Strain twisted her face. “You’re squeezing me so hard, but he’s barely in yet.”

Another inch split Sam, his insides about to tear. “I-I can’t do this. St—”

“Shhh, shhh, shhh. I believe in you. Take that big, hard cock.” Heather raised her hips until her pussy pressed up against Sam’s mouth.

Will pulled back, and Sam’s canal shrank, trying to revert to normal but unable. Fear sent thrills down his spine. If only a fraction of the monster caused this, what would the whole thing do to him? Heather continued to prompt him to eat her out, but he couldn’t focus on anything besides Will and his cock obliterating the last tiny scraps of his self-respect and manhood.

Weakness struck Sam, and his knees buckled. He fell back. Thick, hot man meat stabbed into his pussy. He cried out, half of Will’s length splitting him. The pain remained, but something else teased in on the fringes. A moan escaped his lips. He buried his face between Heather’s legs and tried, in vain, to hide that he experienced something other than suffering.

“What was that, Sammy?” Will eased his dick out of him before he slid right back in.

Sam clamped his mouth shut as juices slickened his face. “I could be wrong, but I think he moaned. Is that true, honey? Do you like being penetrated by a real man?”

“No.” Sam managed between clenched teeth.

“Then,” Heather squeezed Sam’s hands in hers several times until he looked at her, “why aren’t you telling him to stop?”

Shame seared Sam to his core. All he had to do to make it all stop, was say the word. However, every time he tried to speak, a pathetic mewling seeped out of him instead. He knew, Heather knew, and Will knew he wanted this—to be conquered, dominated by the man who pleased his wife when he couldn’t.

“Awww, don’t be ashamed.” Fingers spread Heather’s pussy until it gaped in Sam’s face. “I know how it feels. How you don’t think you’ll be able to take anymore, how you think you’ll break.” She stuffed her hand in, closed her eyes, and shuddered. “But I promise you: you’ll never want to fuck anything else again when he’s done.”

As captivated as Sam was by Heather’s naughty display, his eyes met hers. “But I still love you.”

“Oh, I love you, too, honey.” Heather smiled and removed her hand from inside, cupping Sam’s cheeks. Her juices smeared across his skin. “Come here and give me a kiss while he fills you.”

Sam obeyed and crawled toward Heather. He slipped off Will’s cock until only the head remained in his abused pussy. His body shifted to rectify the mistake, but Will followed him. He collapsed on Heather’s chest, ample breasts cushioning his face, and moaned. She pulled him up and pressed her lips to his.

Gentle and warm, Heather kissed Sam. He melted against her, kissing her back with equal tender passion. More of Will’s massive rod invaded his lower bits, but it didn’t hurt anymore. His mind focused on the embrace of his wife and the pleasure she and his new womanhood brought. He didn’t care what happened if he could feel this way.

Sam gasped, and Heather’s tongue slipped into his waiting mouth. Her hands roamed, teasing and groping his tender spots. She gripped his fat ass and spread his cheeks. His cunt stretched and invited Will deeper. The tip of his head bumped up against the depths of his insides. He couldn’t take more.

Something built up and up deep inside Sam. A similar sensation to the one that filled him before he came earlier. He tried to continue making out with Heather, but, between gasping for breaths and in elation, he failed. Instead, his head fell beside hers, lips grazing her ear.

“I think I’m gonna cum.” Sam’s legs quivered as Will thrust himself deeper.

An ecstatic, charged breath escaped Heather, and her fingers dug into his backside. “Go ahead—there’s no shame in it. I didn’t make it either the first time.”

The thought of Heather experiencing the same delight he now felt, tipped him over the edge. He gripped her tight as his body convulsed. His slutty pussy clamped down hard, stuffed full. A mewling moan rushed out of him. He bit her neck, riding out his first orgasm given to him by a real man.

“Ow, honey, you’re hurting me.” Heather squirmed beneath him.

Easing back, Sam shifted his eyes from his teeth marks in Heather’s lovely skin to her face. “Sorry,” he breathed, tingles dancing down his limbs. “I lost control.”

“It’s okay. It was so hot.” Heather planted a peck on Sam’s lips. “Just wait until he actually moves inside you.”

“He’s so big. It feels so good, but I’m a little scared of what he’ll do to me when he starts moving.” Despite his reservations, Sam stared deep into Heather’s eyes.

Heather leaned in and kissed Sam’s forehead. “I’m right here.” A mischievous grin slid onto her face. “I know that naughty pussy of yours can take it.”

Will slapped Sam’s ass. “You got really tight, Sammy. Trying to push me out or something?”

The urge to turn around and meet Will eye-to-eye bubbled up inside Sam, but he hesitated. He bit his lip and stared at the wall. “I want…”

“Go ahead, honey.” One of Heather’s fingers caught Sam’s chin and finished turning his head back for him. Will locked eyes with him. “Tell him what you want.”

Sam swallowed, drawing on his desire more than courage. “I want your huge cock to ruin my tiny, sissy pussy.”

“You were always a joke as a man.” Will drew his hips back, sliding almost all the way out of Sam. He smirked. “I’ll gladly turn you into a big cock slut like your wife.”

Humiliation drove Sam’s gaze away from Will’s. He wanted to say something, anything, to defend himself or Heather, but a surprised shriek of ecstasy ripped from his lungs. Will slammed his entire length into Sam’s poor hole, his balls and pelvis slapping against him. He collapsed again on Heather.

Will withdrew and hilted himself again. Pain screamed from Sam’s womanhood, but something else dulled the edges. He slid up and down Heather’s breast, her nipple flicking his lips. She pressed his head down until he suckled at her tit. Sharp huffs of air escaped his nostrils with every thrust.

“See? I knew you could take it.” Moans and breaths worked Sam’s mouth open and closed, sucking. “Don’t bite my nipple like you bit my neck, or you’re in big trouble, mister.”

Every time Will pulled back to dive back in, Sam’s lips stretched, clinging to his mighty shaft. He thought Will would rip out his insides, but nothing ever tore or not collapse back inside when he thrust forward. How could his virgin body take such a monster without breaking?

“Pound that tight little pussy,” Heather’s nails dug into Sam’s ass cheeks, teasing the rim of his unused hole. “Make him understand how a real man fucks.”

Will gyrated his hips and slid deep inside. The underside of his cock rubbed against Sam’s g-spot for much of its incredible length. He moaned and sucked Heather’s breast. She arched her back to make it easier on him. Another orgasm began to build—his inexperienced womanhood overwhelmed by being dominated.

Flesh clapped together as Will worked himself into a steady, powerful rhythm. Sam’s legs trembled, losing the strength to support his weight. They slipped, but Will adjusted his grip and relieved most of the strain. However, the driving thrusts mushed his face up against Heather’s chest until he could no longer enjoy her tit.

“Honey, look over there.” Heather gestured with her chin toward the large mirror across the room. “Some horny little bitch seems to be enjoying herself on a huge cock in our bed.”

Sam peeked over Heather’s body. His eyes locked with the woman’s blue eyes in the mirror. Her swinging tits and thick ass jiggled each time Will filled her. Ecstasy twisted her beautiful face. Her tight pussy lips stretched, ripped out by the colossal dick plugging away at her. Somehow, the entire thing disappeared inside her with ease.

Everything about the enraptured woman captivated Sam, but his gaze focused where white flesh yielded to black. His head swayed back and forth as he followed the in and out of Will’s manhood. Squelching mixed in with the slap of his balls and pelvis. Sam couldn’t believe how desperately his womanhood clung to Will.

“My pussy doesn’t want to let go of him. It’s...” Sam moaned, shuddering, “hot.”

Hands gripped Sam’s face and guided him up to Heather’s lips. He tightened up as he kissed her back. However, as pleasant as kissing her was, he wanted to watch himself be dominated. Making out, he tilted his head, catching sight of himself out of the corner of his eye.

Sandwiched between Will’s unrelenting hardness and Heather’s welcoming softness, Sam reached heaven. His body quivered between his two partners. The edge of another growing orgasm came up quickly. He lost all concentration and stopped making out with her, moaning and trying to hold back. They weren’t done yet.

A satisfied noise rumbled out of Heather’s throat, and she broke their kiss—lips still touching. “Show me just how he makes you feel.”

Sam tore his eyes off Will’s pumping cock. An eager intensity he had never seen before greeted him in Heather’s eyes. “It’s—it’s too much. I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, honey.” Heather took Sam’s hands in hers, and he squeezed.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure assaulting him deep inside his cunt, and the delighted coaxing, Sam exploded. He slammed back against Will with all the strength his dominated body had left. A loud clap echoed in the bedroom, soon overtaken by the shrill shriek of absolute ecstasy. His entire body locked up.

Heather’s soft breasts caught Sam as he collapsed. He gripped her hands, holding on for dear life. Ripples of bliss pulsed through his convulsing body. To his surprise, Will didn’t continue thrusting away. He let his cock, in all its glory, rest nestled within the milking confines of Sam’s pussy, waiting.

“Do you see why I chose him?” Heather’s voice seeped in through the orgasmic haze clouding Sam’s mind.

Sam managed to crack his eyes half open and tilt his head up against sweaty flesh. “I’m sorry I kept you from feeling this all these years.” Will twitched inside, and Sam gasped. “Oh, God.”

“Watching you break down and slowly embrace worshiping a better man is making it almost worth it.” Heather’s fingers intertwined in Sam’s hair and yanked his head back. “Almost.”

As unbridled desire grew between Sam’s leg, his lazy eyes drifted up to Heather. “I want more.”

“Oh, I know.” A grin split Heather’s face before she hauled Sam up and bit and tugged his earlobe. “How about you do the work and show him how appreciative you are that he’d fuck you?”

“Anything for more,” Sam said, breath short, heart beating in his ears.

“Up ya go, Sammy.” Will bent forward against Sam’s back, wrapped his muscled arms around his stomach, and lifted him into his lap. Sam’s balance wavered, but the steel grip holding his torso kept him impaled on the massive cock. “Put on a good show for her.”

A moan seeped out of Sam as he slipped to the base of Will’s manhood. Heather remained on her back, propped up by her elbows. Her fingers traced down her abdomen to her womanhood. Three of them penetrated her, and she tilted her chin up, prompting Sam to move. His muscles were weak, but he couldn’t disappoint her now.

Will’s arms untangled themselves from across Sam’s stomach, but his hands lingered on his hips—as if Sam needed more than the monster splitting him in two to show who owned him. Sam mustered all his strength and flexed his thigh muscles. He rose a few inches before he fell back down. His insides shifted, and pleasure flowed.

“Oh, honey,” Heather cooed, squelching coming from her exploration of her sopping wet pussy. “I think I can see him inside you.”

A thrill ran down Sam’s spine. His shoulders raised as his chin sank to his chest, and his legs pinched inward. Discomfort burgeoned in his lower abdomen. He glanced down the front of himself, past his ample titties. A slight bulge protruded from his stomach above his pubic mound. He lifted himself, and the distortion shrank.

Sam plunged down on Will’s cock—his eyes transfixed on his own belly. As his depths were invaded, the swell reappeared in a profound display of power. He groaned and gyrated his hips. Every inch of Will mixed around Sam’s canal, stretching and grinding. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t take his eyes off where Will marked him.

Trembling, Sam glided his hands along his abs until his fingers bumped into the hump. “I…” The giant meat inside him rubbed against his walls, and he moaned. “This is fucking hot.”

“Your little, slutty pussy can barely contain him.” A mocking expression came over Heather’s face, but her chest rose and fell with her shallow, excited breaths. “Be careful, honey, or you might break.”

Determination filled Sam, and his weak legs pumped. He rose, using his dominant’s hands to keep him steady and guide him as he held his stomach. Half of his desires slid out of him, and he strained to rise any higher. Thick fingers dug into his sides, easing his efforts and enabling him to move further.

The tip of Will’s rod rubbed Sam’s g-spot, and he dropped. His tits bounced with his downward motion, and the hard member jabbed him. Flesh swelled beneath his touch. Pressure filled him, but he didn’t slow down. He lifted himself again, more confident. This time Will didn’t aid him.

Sam worked himself up to a generous rhythm. Each time he impaled himself, he couldn’t control a shameless moan. Ridges brushed his fingertips with every deep penetration. He didn’t care that the man drawing out this pleasure fucked his wife or bullied him in the past—right now, he gave him everything he needed.

“Work it, honey.” Heather bit her lower lip when Sam brought his gaze up from the action. Her fingers pumped in and out of her soaked womanhood.

Eyes locked, Sam rode Will faster. “Do you like watching me ride this big, fat cock?”

“It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” Juices flew from Heather’s uncontrollable ministrations. She breathed two words: “Don’t stop.”

“You wanna see him cum in my new pussy?” Sam asked, slamming down on the object of their fetishization.

Heather’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she squeezed her left breast. “Oh, yes.” She groaned and met Sam’s gaze. “Maybe he’ll knock you up.”

Sam clamped down and swayed back against Will, who burst out laughing. “Ho-ho, Sammy. You got real tight there.” Hot breath tickled his ear. “Thinking about something you like?”

“N-no.” Sam shook his head, but his legs didn’t stop working. “Oh, God.” He convulsed and came all over Will’s glorious cock…again.

“Honey,” Heather called, and Sam obeyed, eyes forward. An impish grin peeked through all her expressions of pleasure. “Did you just cum thinking about Will knocking you up?”

Sam’s muscles trembled, yet they didn’t relent. “No.” He moaned. “Why would I want that?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.” Heather nodded her head in time with Sam’s bouncing. “You’re not stopping.”

“It’s just…his dick…so good…” Ecstasy forced Sam’s eyes shut tight, but his panting mouth hung wide open.

“Lose yourself in the pleasure. Debase yourself.” Venom dripped from Heather’s words, but that only spurred Sam on and heightened his eagerness to comply. “Show me how much of a slut you are for cocks way bigger than yours.”

Sam lost himself in the rhythm of his insides being stuffed, stretched, scraped, and stained. “I never want to feel my pathetic dick again.”

Heather’s pussy gaped as her fingers splayed, and Sam stared deep inside her. “Don’t you want to fuck me anymore?”

“I can use my fingers, or my mouth, or even toys.” Frantic pleading dribbled from Sam’s mouth, but he couldn’t let go of the cock he fucked himself upon. “I don’t want to give up this feeling.”

“I have those myself, or”—Heather’s eyes flicked down to Will’s junk—“I have access to better.”

Desperation tightened Sam’s chest and his womanhood. “Please, give me something.”

“Watch me cum without you, honey.” Fast circles traced around Heather’s clit, and she fingered herself with her other hand.

“Wait,” Sam begged. “I’m close again.”

Heather closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and worked faster. Her motions and the noises coming from both her cunt and her mouth drove Sam wild. He put more effort behind his riding, trying to catch up before she went over the edge. His abused, oversensitive pussy would cum for a third time before Will even showed any hints of cumming himself.

A rumbling shriek escaped Heather, and her body shuddered. Juices squirted out of her vagina as her fingers continued. She cried out again, only this time, everything stopped. More fluid splattered the bedsheets, coming close to Sam’s foot. She collapsed on her back and smiled.

“See, honey,” Heather sucked in a few gasps of breath, “I don’t need you to get off.”

Agony wrenched Sam, and he dropped on Will’s cock. The bulbous head split his insides open. He screamed Heather’s name as his ravaged pussy clamped down and milked Will again. His legs weak, his body sagged. The only thing that kept him from falling was the massive, rock-hard rod buried in his guts.

Heather rolled her head to the side, peeking past her leg, and locked eyes with Sam. “Looks like you’re growing dependent on his cock. How many times is your little pussy going to cum while he ruins it?”

“I-I can’t help it.” Sam attempted to move, but his muscles failed him. “You—him. All I want is this.”

“You put on a good show,” Will said, resting his chin on Sam’s shoulder. “But it looks like even now a real man is going to have to show you how to fuck, or I’ll never fill you with my seed.”

Sam’s heart sank, and Heather laughed. “You struggle to please anyone, even with a grade-a slut pussy. Let Will use you like a fleshlight to get off.”

An expectant smirk came over Will’s face, and Sam turned his head to meet him. “Please use me,” he whispered less than an inch away. “Fuck me until I forget I had a dick.”

In an instant, Will moved his hands under Sam’s ass and tossed him to the side. Sam floundered, confused, until meaty hands dragged him aside. He flipped off headfirst and almost smacked into the ground. Will held him back, propped up against the mattress and his thighs. The carpet scratched his neck and shoulder blades as he lowered.

Sam’s legs hung spread above him, useless. Will lined himself up with Sam’s sloppy pussy and, squatting, plunged back inside. The void within Sam vanished, replaced with warm, hard man-meat. His body shifted with the thrust, and his shoulders scrunched. Once again, Will dominated him and his defenseless body.

Springs popped, and the floor creaked as Heather swung off the bed. Sam tore his eyes off Will and his manhood driving in and out of him. He expected his wife to straddle his head and sit on his face, but she continued past. She knelt, getting down on all fours opposite Will. Her lips pressed against Sam’s.

Moans reverberated against Heather’s mouth, and she pulled back. Sam gawked up at her upside-down face. “Hi.”

“I could watch you take that cock for hours.” Heather’s eyes flicked up to the action. “You’re such an expressive girl.”

“Anything for you.” Sam strained, craning his neck to reach Heather, but she remained out-of-reach.

Piercing eyes met Sam’s, staring into his soul. “You’re so sweet, honey.” Heather planted a tender kiss on his forehead. “Would you let him knock you up and make this change permanent for me?”

Sam wanted to refuse, to glance away, to shake his head, but he stared up into Heather’s captivating, expectant eyes. She waited, silent. His body trembled as another orgasm crept up. Heavy balls slapped his taint with each crashing thrust. Despite the wonderful sensations assailing him, he couldn’t give everything to Will. Not yet.

“I don’t know,” Sam whimpered.

Soft kisses traveled down Sam’s neck. Heather shifted her body over top of him as she went, leaning against his face. A nipple brushed his nose, and she sucked on one of his. He moaned and let her hanging tit fill his mouth. Try as he might to suckle, she moved on. Her lips left a sloppy trail across his abdomen to his womanhood.

“It would be so hot. Please.” Heather licked Sam’s clit and waggled her cunt in front of his face.

Sam stuck out his tongue. Heather teased him with a taste of her sweet, dripping pussy. His senses overloaded. “Heather, I’m gonna cum.”

Teeth scraped Sam’s little button, and Heather lifted her womanhood away. “That’s not an answer, honey. I’ll tell him to stop.”

“No, no, no.” Sam shot up, bumped into Heather’s pelvis, and fell back down. Panic escalated his heartbeat and the pleasure of being pounded. “I-I need it. I need his cock. Please empty your superior balls inside my worthless cunt.”

“Worthless?” Will barked with laughter but didn’t stop. “Your dick, yeah. This hungry pussy? It’s a treat to stretch out. Don’t sell yourself short, Sammy.” Somehow, his cock plunged deeper, and Sam squirmed, lost in helpless ecstasy and pride.

Content with Sam’s begging, Heather sat on his face. He dug in without a second of hesitation, licking and sucking. “Hurry up and finish him, so you can give me more of that wonderful cock.”

“What, getting jealous of Sammy? It was your idea. I was content just fucking you in secret.” Will pistoned in and out of Sam, scraping his g-spot with his broad, ridged head.

“As eager as he is”—Heather quivered atop Sam as his tongue explored her depths—“and as skilled with getting myself off with my fingers as I am, there’s just no comparing to the real thing ravaging my needy pussy.”

Picking up his pace, Will slammed into Sam with unrelenting force. A kink in his neck started to form from the pounding and awkward position. “After I nut, we’ll dump him and go for another round.”

The thought of being used and cast aside sent a shiver of pained panic through Sam. He tried to protest, but his words were muffled by Heather’s wet womanhood pressed to his mouth.

“What was that, honey?” Heather asked, grinding on his face. “I can’t hear you.” She eased up enough to let him speak.

“Don’t leave.” The pathetic begging tumbled from Sam’s lips, forced out by a gasp as Will plumbed his most intimate parts.

Weight crashed down on Sam, and his head jerked to the side, pinned between Heather and the floor. Juices dribbled down his cheek. “You have no say in this. Besides, it looks like you want Will’s cock more than me. Listen to you.”

“Oh, you tightened up there, Sammy.” Flesh clapped, and Will slapped Sam’s lower abdomen to meet his cock inside. “Does the thought of your beautiful wife leaving you for the man who’s pounding your pathetic pussy turn you on?”

Sam’s walls constricted despite himself. Moans and pleas twisted into one pitiful string of mewling. “I’ll share. You can have her whenever you want just don’t take her away from me.”

“He’s so cute.” Soft lips lavished Sam’s swollen clit in loving kisses. He shuddered. “Maybe we should keep him around as our little plaything.”

Will hilted himself and rested his weight on Sam’s taint. “You’re the one who wanted to divorce his ass.” The frank words cut Sam deep, but his body wanted more.

“I know, but that was before he became this,” Heather tilted her head to the side, caught Sam’s frantic gaze, and licked her lips, “adorable little cock-hungry slut that would do anything for me.”

“Whatever.” Stretching, Sam’s pussy clung to Will’s magnificent manhood as he pulled out and resumed thrusting away. “As long as I get to keep fucking that slutty cunt of yours and don’t have to deal with any bullshit.”

“You hear that, honey?” Heather asked, smiling. “You get your wish. But,” she slunk down Sam’s body and planted several kisses across his stomach, “I’ll only let you stay if you’re like this, so you better get pregnant.”

Sam didn’t care so long as Heather stayed, and Will kept dicking him down. “Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

Fluids overflowed from Sam’s abused womanhood with each squelching thrust, leaking down his abdomen and to his asshole. Heather’s tongue flicked out and licked up to catch the mess before it flowed too far down. His abs quivered. He never wanted the moment to end—sandwiched once again between his wife and a fat cock.

A gruff groan rumbled out of Will, and Heather rubbed her face against Sam’s inner thigh. “Watch out, honey. Will’s getting close. Now’s your chance to avoid getting impregnated by the man you hate the most. Or”—pleasure ripped through Sam as she suckled his little button—“would you rather cum again and risk it?”

“I don’t care.” Sam’s breaths shortened, and his chest heaved. He wanted to be filled. “I just want more. More of him, more of you, more of this.”

Hot breath rushed across Sam’s lower bits. “You’re so hot. Here, let me move, so you can see him blow his load inside you.” Heather shifted, careful to make her excitement coat his cheek, granting him full view of the man fucking him.

Long, dominant strokes pumped in and out of Sam, and, while he still couldn’t believe the entire length vanish inside, he teetered on the edge of climaxing. “Oh, yes. Fuck my manhood away. Make me your cum-dump.”

“Fuck, Sammy,” Will managed, sucking in a shaky breath—the first sign of exhaustion or weakness he showed. “You’re really getting into this.” His cock twitched several times. “Get ready.”

“Honey, you’re so fucked up.” Heather nibbled on Sam’s earlobe. “And I love it.” Exaggerated moans filled his ear and coaxed him on. “I’ve never been more turned on than by hearing you tell the man who I cheated on you with to make you his cum-dump.”

The realization of what he had said struck Sam. He tightened up, eager, as a thrill of anxiety ran up his spine. “Hold me.” Heather complied. She hovered over top him, took his hands in hers, but didn’t block his line of sight. “I’m cumming—cumming, cumming, cumming.” He convulsed, desperate. “Fill me with your seed!”

Will plumbed into the deepest depths of Sam. His splitting manhood stuffed every available inch, and Sam’s stretched walls gripped it tight. Ecstasy flooded Sam, and he squeezed Heather’s hands. He waited, breath held, on the cusp, for the telltale spasms of a male orgasm. He didn’t want to climax before Will yet again.

A ripple ran through Sam’s canal, and warmth exploded deep within. He dug his fingernails into Heather and screamed Will’s name. Will slapped Sam’s plump ass as rope after rope of cum painted his insides. All the strength fled his body, quivering and gasping. Semen poured out of his pussy, unable to hold more—crammed packed as it was.

Pulling out, more of Will’s seed spilled all over Sam. Bliss followed the sticky goo, spreading throughout as Sam rode out his amped-up orgasm. His dangling legs went numb. Will took a step back and with a dismissive, almost bitter, movement shoved Sam over. His quaking hip struck the carpet, and his womanhood pushed more jizz out.

Heather sidled up next to Sam, dipped a hand down, and brushed his hypersensitive clit. Her fingers ran slick through his fold before they slipped inside. His had felt so big earlier. Now, he could barely tell she was there. She curled, fishing out a glob of seed. Her tongue flicked out, savoring the flavor.

“I’m so proud of you, honey.” Heather pressed her slimy lips to Sam’s and kissed him deeply. His and Will’s mixed fluids followed her hand over his abdomen and up to his sensitive nipple.

“Fuck, Sammy, you really drained me there.” Small, warm droplets splattered on Sam’s hip, and he shivered. “Glad you finally gave in and realized I was always better.”

Sam broke his and Heather’s kiss enough to eke out an exhausted, half-hearted mewling. “I just—”

“Shhh, shhh, shhh.” Cum and saliva smeared across Sam’s lips and dipped into his mouth. Heather’s gaze met his. “You had a hell of a first night as a woman, honey—you look exhausted. Now,” she eased back, placed a peck on his forehead, and stood, “I’m going to go another round with Will. You’re welcome to stay and watch for your own enjoyment, or you can go to sleep.”

Sam rolled onto his back and stared up at his wife’s dripping wet pussy. His eyelids weighed heavy, and his body tingled. “You won’t leave?”

“Promise. You held up your end.” Heather’s eyes flicked down to Sam’s gaping, jizz-filled cunt.

Realization crushed Sam, but, in his blissful state, he couldn’t muster enough energy to be angry or afraid. His hands glided over the top of his stomach. “I can’t believe I’m going to be pregnant.”

“Rest easy, honey.” A smirk slipped onto Heather’s face, and she humphed. “You can’t get pregnant on this pill; I just wanted to see if you’d go that far.” Sam’s lazy eyes followed her across the room as she wrapped her arm around Will’s waist. “If you wake up, and we’re still going at it, you can join us.”

“I love you.” The tension melted from Sam’s body, and his eyes slipped closed. Heather was too kind to him.

“I love you, too, you filthy girl.”