Cuck-Playoffs Pt. 02

Conference Championship:

The morning after my wife's encounter with Mark, she seemed extra loving and attentive toward me. She made me breakfast and kept giving me little kisses when I wasn't expecting them. We didn't talk about it but every once in a while she would give me a knowing look and giggle.

It was like we had a winning lottery ticket and hadn't told anyone about it yet.

When I got to work, I went down to the shipping department to sort out a numbering discrepancy with our inventory control slips and ran right into Mark and Hector outside the Operation Director's office. They both grinned at me. "How are you feeling this morning?" Mark asked.

"Actually I feel pretty good," I said.

"You passed out man," Mark said.

"Did I? The last thing I remember was helping Viv clean up."

"That's a good woman you have there," Mark said. "Any girlfriend I've ever had gets mad at me when I drink too much. Viv just tucked you in and turned out the light."

"That's a good woman," Hector said.

"Yeah, I know it," I said. "You guys are coming over for the championship this Sunday, right?"

"Yep," Hector said.

"Wouldn't miss it," Mark said.

"Good," I said, turning and walking away.

I was going up the stairs when I realized that I hadn't done what I'd come down to shipping to do. I turned and went back down the stairs and when I came around the corner, Mark was holding his phone in front of Hector, showing him something.

I knew by the way they looked up at me that it was the picture Mark had taken of Viv sucking his cock. I could feel my face turn bright red. I held up the folder I was holding. "Control slips," I said as I went past them.

When I got back to my office I was shaking with humiliation and rage. I felt betrayed. I could wring Mark's neck for violating Viv's trust.

I was truly pissed, so I tried very hard to ignore the fact that I was also turned on.

I texted Viv: 'I think Mark showed that picture of you to Hector!!!'

She replied: 'So?'

'Doesn't that bother you???'

'No. It's his picture--he can do whatever he wants with it. As long as it doesn't go on the internet I don't care.'

'But this is where I work! I don't want everyone here to know!'

'To know what? The truth? Don't be such a baby!'

I didn't know how to respond to that. I looked down at my khakis, tented obscenely under my desk, and sighed. Finally I texted her back: 'Ok, you're right. Sorry.'

She replied with a red heart and a kissy face.

For the rest of the week, Viv continued to be extra loving and sweet to me but I also noticed her being more secretive with her phone.

When I asked her who she was texting she would pause for a moment before answering, as if she were thinking up a lie. Two times she told me it was her sister, which was strange because she hardly ever talked to her sister.

One night, when she fell asleep on the couch, I picked up her phone and punched in her pin but it didn't unlock. I tired again and got the same result.

She'd changed her pin.

What could it mean? I'd told her that I approved of her fucking Mark--I'd even licked her pussy clean afterwards! What could she be hiding from me? If she was sending sexual texts to him, I wouldn't care, in fact, it would turn me on.

I was a bit worried.

By Friday, her manner toward me seemed to have shifted. Before I left for work, she gave me a list of things she wanted me to pick up on my way home, and the items on the list meant I'd have to stop at three stores. That would be a nightmare on Friday evening.

She also demanded that I spend my Saturday cleaning for the party and driving her to various appointments. She didn't ask me, she told me to do it as if I were the hired help. There were no please or thank-yous.

On Saturday morning, she handed me a cookbook. "I put post-it notes on all the pages with the recipes I want you to make for the party tomorrow," she said. "Some of them you'll need to get started before you drive me to the spa today."

"Whoa," I said. "You want me to do all the cooking and drive you around? What the hell Viv?"

She smiled at me as if she had been hoping I'd complain. "Are you happy with our little arrangement?" she asked.

"You mean..."

"You know what I mean," she said.

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. "Yes," I said. "You know I am. I'm very happy with it."

"And do you want it to continue?"

"Yes, very much." I said.

"Good," she said. "I do too, but I can't be your horny sex goddess unless I FEEL sexy, and to feel sexy, I need to be relaxed and confident. While you're doing all the cooking and cleaning today, I want you to remember that you're doing it to take the pressure off me so that I can satisfy your unique sexual tastes. Does that make sense?"

"Yes," I said. "Yes, yes, yes."

She had me wrapped around her little finger and she knew it.

If I was 100% honest, I'd have to admit that I liked it. I spent hundreds of dollars on Friday and Saturday and battled huge crowds on the road and at grocery and liquor stores. I made marinades and rubs I'd never attempted before and mixed dips that I had no idea were so complicated.

Normally all this would have grated my nerves and made me irritable, but I kept remembering that I was doing Viv's bidding and it lent the chores an erotic undertone.

When it was finally time to pick Viv up from the salon on Saturday, I was stunned at how good she looked.

She'd had a massage and facial at the spa that morning, and then had her nails done bright red and her hair colored and cut at one of the high-end salons in town. She told me to take her to the trendy new shopping district by the river because she wanted to buy something special at Victoria's Secret.

When we got into the store, she handed me her purse and I stood behind her holding it while she browsed underwear.

A salesgirl approached her, and Viv asked her if they had some stretchy French-cut lace panties in a different color. The girl came back with some that were the right color but in a regular cut.

"These would be more comfortable," the girl said. "Although I know some people prefer the the French-cut." She looked over at me and I nodded.

"They're not for him, he's just my husband," Viv said.

The salesgirl paused, then laughed. Viv sent her on another errand which gave me time to discreetly adjust myself. I wanted to hide my humiliation-erection. Viv wound up buying three sets of matching lace bras and panties; four G-strings, red, gold, blue, and leopard print; and a push-up bra.

It cost me $327.86.

That night, while I was still putting stuff away for the party the next day, Viv called me into the bathroom. What I saw when I got there stunned me.

Viv was wearing nothing but her cream-colored lace bra and panties. The cream-colored lace was a shade lighter than her skin, and when she turned to me, I saw that she had put on bright red lipstick and smoky eye shadow too. She looked absolutely stunning. "Wow," I said.

She handed me her phone. "I need you to take some pictures of me," she said.

"Oh, okay." I said. "You look fantastic."

"Thanks sweetie. Try going from a high angle, I'm going to pretend I'm putting lipstick on." She picked up a tube of lipstick and leaned over the sink, getting her face close to the mirror and sticking out her perfectly round ass.

I lifted the phone up high and took a few pictures from slightly different angles. "Let me see," she said. She took the phone from me and frowned at it. "No, no." She deleted two of the pictures. "Wait, this one's pretty good." She hit a couple of buttons and I heard the 'swoosh' sound of the picture being sent.

"Did you just send that to Mark?" I asked.

She raised an eyebrow at me and smiled. "Maybe," she said. "Wait here, I want to get some pics in the gold G-string." She clicked the phone off, set it down on the counter, and went across the hall to the bedroom to change.

She wasn't gone five seconds before a text pinged in. I looked at it and saw that it said 'WOW!!!' Then I looked at the name. It didn't say 'Mark' as I expected--it said 'Hector.'

I was dizzy all of a sudden and I had to sit on the edge of the tub. That's what she'd been hiding on her phone, she hadn't been sexting Mark, she'd been sexting Hector.

I was in a tailspin when Viv came back wearing her gold G-string and push-up bra. Somehow she looked even better than she had before. "Damn!" I said. "I can't believe how sexy you look!"

"Really? Do you like the bra like this or like this?" She adjusted it down so that her hard nipples were visible over the top.

"That's super hot!" I said.

"Not too desperate?"

"No way. You look like a goddess."

She made me take some pictures of her pretending to put mascara on, and then she dismissed me. I'm ashamed to admit that as soon as I got back into the kitchen, I jacked off with images of Hector and my wife swimming around in my addled brain.

Our party for the conference championship game was bigger than our previous two playoff parties. There were twelve people there before the pre-game coverage had even started. The consensus opinion between our guests and the commentators on television seemed to be that our team was going to lose.

By kickoff, there were almost seventy people crammed into our house. I was glad I had set up a second TV in the dining room.

Mark had come but there was no sign of Hector. Part of me was relieved. There was something about the way he had looked at me at the last party that made me nervous. It was like he saw me as I really was instead of as I wished to be seen. He'd smiled at me like he'd known he could fuck my wife if he wanted to.

Our defense got a safety early in the first quarter and then promptly gave up two touchdowns. At halftime, I noticed that Mark and Viv were talking quietly in the corner. Viv saw me looking and called me over.

"Honey, get Mark another beer and fix me another screwdriver," she said. Mark looked at me, smiling.

I went to the kitchen and by the time I got back, I'd missed most of the halftime commentary. I wondered if anyone had hinted that our team still had a ghost of a chance of winning the game.

When I handed Mark his drink he nodded and looked at me seriously. "You and me need to have a talk," he said. "After the game."

My knees felt weak and my scrotum contracted. "Okay," I said. "Sure."

"Bring in another bag of chips for the dining room," Viv said. "They're almost out."

I went and got the chips, experiencing a strange sense of satisfaction at obeying Viv's orders in front of people.

In the second half, our defense didn't allow any points. We got a touchdown, a field goal from 48 yards out and then a field goal in the final seconds of the game to win by 1 point. The early safety wound up being the determining factor.

It was an incredible game.

The party broke up pretty quickly after that. A few people stayed around chatting, mostly the drunks.

Viv started directing me to clean up this and that, and the stragglers finally got the hint.

Mark sat on the couch sipping his beer and watching Viv. I got more and more turned on as the place cleared out, thinking about the 'talk' Mark wanted to have with me.

Finally, it was just the three of us in the house and Mark stood. "Alright," he said to me. "Let's get going."

"Get going where?" I asked.

"I thought we'd go over to Tino's Lounge," he said. "Come on, you're driving."

"You coming hon?" I asked my wife.

"No," she said. "There's too much to do around here. You boys go and have fun."

It seemed strange, but I went along with their plan. On the way to Tino's, Mark and I talked about the game and our team's corners, who'd been amazing in the second half.

Tino's was jumping. The parking lot was close to full and it was loud inside with drunk and happy football fans. Mark led me to a high-top table on the far side of the bar area. After we sat down, he looked at me for a while with a furrowed brow. Finally, he spoke.

"Last week, after the game, I fucked your wife," he said. He studied my face for a moment, trying to read my reaction. "How do you feel about that?"

How I felt was like I might slide off the chair onto the ground and lie there in a puddle of shame. My mouth felt numb and I wasn't sure my tongue would work, but I tried to speak. "Oh, I uh... Yes. I actually um. Well--I wasn't..."

A waitress, a young pretty blonde, had appeared at the edge of our table. "Hey Mark, how you doing?" she asked. "What can I bring you boys?"

"Hey there Ava," Mark said. "Can you bring us a couple of shots of Coronado tequila?"

"Sure thing," she said, and bounced away.

Mark looked at me again. "I fucked your wife last week after the game. I did it right there in your bed. You were passed out in your easy chair," he said. "I'm telling you this man-to-man here. What do you have to say?"

I was determined to perform better than I had the last time I'd tried to speak. I cleared my throat. "I guess you'd expect me to be mad about it," I said. "But uh... Viv and me, we've been married a long time. We're solid and uh... She has a free pass to play around. To tell the truth, I already knew about you and Viv."

"Oh good!" Mark said. "Viv told me you knew, but I thought she was lying. I mean, who ever heard of a man letting his wife sleep with other guys?" He shook his head in wonder. "You must be open minded."

"Well it's not that I 'let' her sleep with other guys," I said. "I actually encourage it. I love the idea of Viv being sexually free. It's a huge turn-on for me."

"Wow." Mark said. "Hector was right about you." He saw that I was surprised. "Oh yeah, sorry man, I told Hector about what I did with Viv. I was confused and I needed some guidance. Don't worry about it though, he's cool. He can keep a secret."

The waitress came over with our shots and Mark thanked her. He lifted his glass. "To Viv," he said. "And to her sexual freedom."

We clinked glasses and drank down our shots. "So what exactly did Hector say about me?" I asked.

"He said there's a word for it: Cuckold. He has some experience. He told me he'd been involved with a married woman once whose husband was into it. I thought he was talking shit."

I shrugged and smiled. "Yeah, I guess I'm a cuckold," I said. "There's no point in denying it. I mean, look at her and look at me. She gets better offers all the time--she's gorgeous. I always knew that if she cheated on me, I would forgive her. I used to think about it all the time, you know, kind of game-planning how I would comfort her and tell her it was alright. Then I realized I was actually kind of looking forward to it, like I wanted it to happen. I didn't want her to feel guilty for any part of it, so I decided to give her pre-forgiveness. But it morphed into something beyond that. I realized that I loved the idea. I wanted her to do it, and I think the fact that I encourage it makes it more enjoyable for her."

"I was afraid you'd tell me to leave her alone," Mark said.

"No," I said, "by all means, keep fucking my wife."

Mark looked over my shoulder and laughed. I looked up and saw that the waitress had been standing there and had heard what I'd said. She gave me a condescending little smile. "Can I get you another shot sweetheart?" she asked me.

"Yeah we'll take another round," I said, dropping my voice an octave.

"I'll be right back with those, sugar," she said and sauntered off.

I must've been bright red because Mark tried to make me feel better. "Don't worry about her. I've heard stories about her that make you and your wife look like protestants."

"You know, last week I watched you and Viv," I said. "I was hiding in the doorway."

"I thought I heard you!" he said.

"Well since all our cards are out on the table," I said, "how do you feel about me being in the room next time?"

He looked at me, thinking. "It might be okay," he said. "As long as you're not directly involved. I mean, I generally don't get down with other guys y'understand. But if you wanna jerk it in the corner or whatever, that would be okay."

Our shots came and I asked the Ava for our check.

I couldn't believe how far I'd come. The week before, I'd been hiding behind a door, peeking in on Mark and my wife. This week, I'd have a front row seat.

Mark and I drank our shots, but I was feeling more high than drunk. I wanted to rush home and get started. I put down a wad of cash, giving the girl at least a $20 tip, and we left the bar.

I had to concentrate on my driving because my head was clouded with tequila and sex.

"I'm glad Hector was right about you man," Mark said. "I thought there might be some drama."

"Is that why you took me to Tino's?"

"That was Hector's idea. He said you'd be less likely to freak out in a public place."

"Hmm," I said. "When did you give him Viv's number?"

"What?" Mark shook his head. "What are you talking about? I didn't give him Viv's number."

"She was sending him pics the other night," I said.

"Oh fuck!" Mark said.

When we got to my house, Hector's car was parked in the driveway.

As soon as we got in the front door, Viv's rhythmic moans of pleasure could be heard. I followed Mark down the hall to my bedroom. The door was open and Viv was on her back with her legs in the air.

Hector's whole back seemed to be a collection of muscles barely covered by brown skin. He had tattoos on his arms and back, and Viv held onto his bulging biceps as he thrust into her. "Hector man, what the fuck?" Mark shouted.

The lovers looked over at us, unsurprised.

"Oh good, you're here," Hector said. He pulled out of my wife and I saw what had been making her moan. His cock was easily over eight inches long and thick as a coke can. His veins looked like power cables, crisscrossing up to his fat, blunt cockhead.

Hector, by the look of it, was very turned on. His fat tool arched upward and bobbed in the air as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Viv propped herself up on an elbow and left her legs spread, her gaping pussy an invitation. She smiled at me and Mark. "Did you two come to an agreement?" she asked.

"Yeah we did," Mark said. "And you were right Hector, he's a cuckold. He even admitted it to me. But I wish you'd told me that you were going to try some shit like this."

"Don't be so possessive," Hector said. "This is a married woman here. It's not like she's your girlfriend."

Viv got up and draped herself over Hector, pressing her soft tits up against his hard back. She reached down and took hold of his massive erection and began jacking him off. She smiled at me with a naughty twinkle in her eye.

"I thought you could give me some advice man, I wasn't thinking we were gonna run a train on her."

"What train? That's her fuckin' husband right there. He's not gettin' any of this while we're around. It's not a train, it's just a three-way." He closed his eyes for a moment and enjoyed the hand job, then looked right at Mark with a smirk. "Come on man, let's see what this bitch can do."

Mark shrugged and started taking off his clothes. I felt I had to bring some semblance of sanity or sobriety to the situation. I forced myself to speak. "Honey, are you okay with this?" I asked.

Hector laughed and then Mark and Viv laughed too. "Yes sweetie," Viv said. "You just sit back and enjoy the show."

Mark took his phone out of his pants pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to me. "Take some videos for me," he said, peeling off his boxers. His dick was very large too, not as long as Hector's but just as thick.

Viv slid off of the bed and onto her knees. Hector stood next to Mark and Viv looked up, grinning. "These are the most beautiful cocks I've ever seen," she said, taking one in each hand. She began sucking Mark while stroking Hector.

Mark looked up at the ceiling and groaned.

I walked around to get to a good angle and then hit record on Mark's phone. I zoomed in on my wife's face as she switched to Hector's engorged member. She couldn't even get half of Hector's huge dick in her mouth, but she made up for that with passion and enthusiasm.

"That's so fucking nice," Hector said.

Mark got closer to Hector and pointed his hard cock at Viv's hungry mouth. She began alternating between the two men and her left hand started rubbing her clit as she went back and forth.

I brought the phone down low and recorded her middle finger rubbing furious circles across her swollen clit. As she masturbated, the diamond on her wedding ring caught the light and shone into the camera lens, creating a strobe effect.

It was hypnotic and I lost track of time for a moment. When I brought the camera up again, she had both cocks pressed together and was trying to blow both of them at the same time. Seeing this was almost too much for me and my whole body suddenly felt as light as a feather.

I thought I might pass out. I stopped the recording and retreated to the chair beside the dresser.

Mark pulled his cock away from Viv and helped her onto her feet. Hector sat on the edge of the bed and Viv immediately leaned over to continue sucking his cock. She went at it ravenously, like she'd been cock-starved for years--which I guess she had.

She continued to suck and jerk Hector while Mark opened her ass cheeks and rubbed his cock upward from her clit and then plunged into her. She undulated with his first thrust and then began giving him some resistance, pushing back against his thrusts, all the while still working on Hector.

"Aww yeah, that's nice!" Mark said. "Your pussy feels like heaven." He looked over at me. "What are you doing sitting there man? You gotta get this on video!"

I took his phone in close and began filming Mark's thick cock entering my wife's swollen pussy.

"I think your hubby likes what he sees," Hector said.

Viv looked back at me smiling. "You like it honey?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said in a hoarse voice.

"Is your teeny peeny all stiff?" she asked. She loved to refer to my dick as my 'teeny peeny' but now, in front of these men who were fucking her, the expression had a particularly humiliating ring to it.

"Yeah," I said again.

"Why don't you take your pants off and show these guys what you're working with?" she suggested.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Hey cuck, your wife told you to do something," Hector said. "Don't talk back, just do it."

"Thanks Hector," Viv said.

She squealed when Mark reached around and pressed on her clit as he continued to fuck her from behind. I stopped recording and tossed the phone onto the bed. I kicked my shoes off and took down my pants and underwear together.

Hector laughed as my little dick flipped up at full attention. I didn't feel like taking my shirt off. Viv and Mark laughed too. "Aww honey, that's so cute," Viv said. "Come here."

I stepped up, thinking maybe she was going to blow me for a while, but she just wanted to compare me to Hector. Viv held my little dicklet and Hector's huge horse cock, one in each hand.

She looked up at me and smiled pityingly. She got a strange look on her face as Mark's continued onslaught sent her into a quivering mini-orgasm.

She came out of it laughing. "Oh honey, don't feel bad," she said. "I love you. I love Mark and Hector's cocks, but I love you as a person. I'm the luckiest girl in the world because I get to have everything I love: a sweet understanding husband, and these two big hard men with their big hard cocks."

"Well why don't you show this cock some love right now?" Hector said.

Viv pulled away from Mark and pushed Hector back onto the bed. She climbed up and straddled him, easing his monster cock into her wet cunt. She moaned loud and long as she began to move her ass up and down.

"Look at your wife, man," Mark said to me. He was stroking his cock, watching. "She's a goddamn professional. Look at her sweet round ass! Doesn't it look delicious?"

"Yeah," I said.

I jumped when Mark put his hand on the back of my neck. "Well if it looks that good to you, I guess you should get in there and eat it," he said.

He pushed me forward until I was between both of their legs, and then he pushed my face between Viv's ass cheeks. She stopped bouncing on Hector and switched to a slow grind.

Mark held me there for a moment and then I started to lick and he let go. I'd never licked Viv's asshole before, but the sweaty, sexual smell sent my head spinning.

I pushed her ass cheeks apart and began lapping at her asshole like a puppy. I knew that Viv's asshole was a treasure to be cherished, and I plunged my tongue as deep as I could into her slowly dilating anus.

Viv let out a long sigh that sounded like relief.

She was finally getting exactly what she deserved: a husband who would lick her ass as she fucked a rock-hard stud. I was enjoying this thought while I worked, sucking, licking, and painting Viv's asshole with my tongue, inside and out.

I was dimly aware that Mark was recording the action on his phone, but I didn't care. The only thing that mattered was Viv and showing her that I was happy in my new role.

My face was very close to Hector's cock and balls, but I didn't care because Viv was crying out in a joyful, ecstatic orgasm and Hector was groaning and my tongue was all the way up my wife's asshole--exactly where it belonged.

Viv collapsed on top of Hector and I stepped back and watched them kiss in post-orgasmic bliss. "Roll over baby," Hector said. "My homeboy wants a turn."

Viv giggled, climbed off Hector, and laid on her back. She pulled her knees up, presenting her well-fucked pussy to Mark. "Nah, I don't do sloppy seconds," Mark said.

"So fuck her up the ass," Hector suggested. "Her hubby got it all ready for you."

"You like that idea?" Mark asked Viv.

In all our years of marriage, Viv had never even let me even stick a finger up her ass, but she was not in her right mind at that moment. "Yeah daddy!" she said. "Do it! Fuck my ass!"

Mark turned to me, holding his hard cock. "Spit on it," he said.

"Oh fuck, uhh..."

"Spit on it!" he demanded.

I leaned over and dropped a wad of spit onto his bulging cockhead. He rubbed it up and down the shaft. "Again," he told me. I spit on it again and he left the spit on his cockhead and went and smeared it across Viv's open asshole.

I watched Viv's face as he entered her. I saw some pain that slowly dissolved into pleasure as Mark gently got her acclimated to his anal intrusion. He started picking up the pace of his fucking and Viv yelped and bucked when he pushed on her clit as he worked.

"She ever let you fuck her in the ass?" Hector asked me.

"No," I answered.

"Well she sure looks like she's enjoying it right now," he said. "You do too."

I was holding my dick, but not jerking for fear that I would cum and break the trance I was in.

Viv looked over at me and smiled. "Oh baby, I'm sorry but I needed this so bad. It's been twelve years since I was fucked right. His cock feels so good right now baby. Thank you for doing this with me. I always knew you were the perfect man for me."

Mark must've been enjoying the talk because he shuddered and his whole body clenched as he passed the point of no return. Viv grabbed onto his shoulders and pressed herself up against his hard body, shaking in her own orgasmic convulsions.

They stayed in that position for a full minute afterward. Finally, she relaxed back onto the bed with a sigh that came from deep inside.

Mark pulled out of her and looked for something clean himself up with. He took my boxers off the floor and wiped off his still-hard cock.

Hector had put on his pants while I'd been focused on watching Mark sodomize my wife. "She told me you like to clean her up after," Hector said to me. "Don't let us stop you."

Mark was pulling up his pants, but he stopped to watch me start to lick Viv's well-fucked pussy. "Ugh, Jesus!" he said. "That's foul!"

"Nah," Hector said. "That's a cuck's job. See, that's how she knows for sure that he approves of what she did. The cuckold has to clean up the mess."

Mark laughed. "Clean up on aisle cunt," he said.

I wanted to get my tongue back up Viv's asshole, but I was hesitant with Mark and Hector watching. Viv started to moan and took my head with both hands. She pulled my face tight to her swollen, sticky sex and I licked and slurped in a hyper-sexual dream state.

"Ohh yeah baby, show Mamma how much you like me to be naughty!" Viv said. "That's it, get in there..." She quivered and pulled at my hair.

I glanced up and saw Mark recording me with his phone. "Ooh, I need you down lower baby," Viv cooed. She pushed my head down, directing my mouth to her asshole, and I did nothing to resist.

I licked and sucked as Mark's cum oozed out of Viv's anus into my mouth and went down my throat.

The two men watching laughed again. "This is a beautiful moment right here," Hector said. "I guess we should leave these two lovebirds alone."

"Yeah, let's go get a beer and celebrate," Mark said. "We're going to the Super Bowl."

"Don't worry, we'll see ourselves out," Hector said.

Viv seemed to be having another orgasm as my tongue scooped the remnants of Mark's pleasure out of her rectum.

She had slowly been pushed backwards on the bed, and she was far enough back now that my hard dicklet was up against the side of the mattress. That contact was all it took to send me into a violent, spraying orgasm.

I almost passed out, but somehow managed to hang on to consciousness though I lost all feeling in my fingers and toes for a moment.

When I lifted my head, Hector and Mark were gone. I looked at my wife and smiled. "I love you so much right now babe," I said. "I never thought I could ever love anyone the way I love you right now. I'll love you forever."

"Get up on the bed," she commanded. "Get on your back. I'm gonna feed you some more cum."