The Writer's Muse Pt. 03

**Hey all, sorry for the long delay. i got stuck on more than a few occasions. i wasnt happy with the direction so took out some and added in others. i am happy with the result

Thanks to my editor Stubbypinhead huge help with getting this story to where it is at.

As always this is a story about a couple's journey through cuck life, so if that isnt what you want to read, i suggest you move on.

Enjoy!!

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Saturday

Devin stood at her cash register as another shift dragged on. She was trying to reconcile the change that she had undergone since finding out about Gerry's.... little obsession.

It was almost like a drug to her; it was something new that made her feel a different way. She'd always known that she had a good body: Gerry would constantly remind her that she was attractive, but she really never took him seriously. She viewed his praise of her as an obligation, given that they were married. Sure, she saw the looks that other men would give her, but she just thought of that as typical -- "boys just being boys."

Since finding his hidden stash of porn videos and his secretive writing, her eyes had been opened to a new and exciting world. It was very similar to when she and her first boyfriend had first discovered sex. After that first time, she just couldn't get enough.

Devin's mind drifted back in time. She remembered her boyfriend fumbling with her bra, then removing her shirt in the cramped backseat of a Toyota Corolla. She could feel him shaking, unsure whether it was from excitement or nervousness. Either way it had incited her own arousal. As he slowly put his cock inside her, she at first felt pain but then, after a short time, that had turned into euphoria. With each thrust, she wanted more. He hadn't lasted long before he came. She'd been just short of reaching her own orgasm when he'd spilled his seed into the condom.

After that first time, she'd wanted it again right away; she'd felt oh so close to a sensation that she hadn't known existed. As soon as her boyfriend had picked her up the next night, she'd practically attacked him in the driveway. They had barely driven a block away from her parents' house before she fished his cock out out of his pants. Mere minutes after standing in her doorway talking to her mother, her boyfriend's cock was deep inside her. She grabbed his ass to help him with his pace and angle as she finally achieved an orgasm: her boyfriend had looked at her mystified as she flailed about. He'd filled the condom with his seed just as the waves of pleasure washed through her. He collapsed on top of her as they both tried to catch their breath. It was magical!

That whole summer she and her boyfriend had fucked liked animals. She quickly grew addicted to the feeling, the newness of it. She'd tried masturbating, but it just didn't feel the same. She felt her strongest orgasms only when her boyfriend was involved.

She loved Gerry; being intimate with Gerry had typically fulfilled her. But this was so new, like experiencing that first time feeling all over again. The naughtiness, the taboo of it all, was just so intoxicating. It helped knowing that this was something that Gerry was clearly interested in. For some reason her own feelings burned even brighter knowing that Gerry's focus was on the Coach, of all people. The one man who, only a few short weeks ago, had made her skin crawl. The man who Gerry hated and the feeling was clearly mutual.

"Hey, Devin, you there?" said the fat store manager, Mr. Blake. She looked up to find him waving his hands in front of her face.

Returning from her dream world, Devin said, "Oh, hey, sorry. I, um, haven't been sleeping that great. What's up?" Devin said, still trying to shake the cobwebs loose.

"Well, today is inventory day. I know I normally do this alone, but I need to get this done ASAP. Corporate wants the numbers earlier today than normal, so I need your help. You clearly aren't busy," Mr. Blake huffed, giving Devin a bit of an eye, "so follow me!"

Though her outer clothing hadn't changed, -- she was required to wear the store uniform after all -- what she wore underneath was completely up to her. Today, she'd decided to wear no more than a baby blue thong and had gone without any bra at all. She looked down and her nipples were making their presence known to the world. Which was probably a result of her daydream. She was sure Mr. Blake had noticed. The company dress code almost certainly prohibited this kind of display of her body. Even though she was confident that her manager had noticed, she was just as sure that Mr. Blake wasn't going to stop her.

"Okay, let's go!" Mr. Blake chimed as he turned on his heels and waddled away.

Devin dutifully locked up her cash register and followed behind the portly man. As he proceeded ahead of her, her mind jumped to the previous Tuesday, when she had fumbled with the door to the cash office door and he had bumped into her from behind. She recalled his strong grasp on her chest as he tried to soften their collision, not to mention the thick object in his pants that had become wedged between her ass cheeks. 'I wonder how many times he has fantasized about that moment?' Devin thought.

Devin recalled how excited she'd been when he crashed his bulk into her. 'Why did it give me such a jolt when he rammed into me? Why is it that guys like this excite me so much?' Devin asked herself.

As Devin was lost in thought, Mr. Blake stopped abruptly at the freezer door. He grabbed a nearby coat and threw it around his body, struggling to get his arms into the undersized garment. Devin was surprised to find that the second, larger coat that normally hung on the same hook was missing.

"Hey, where's the other one?" Devin said, looking around the area and down on the floor.

"Oh, no. I'm not sure. It ought to be here somewhere, it was right here earlier today. Oh well, no time for delay, let's just get this done fast then," Mr. Blake said as he rushed into the cooler.

Devin stood at the entrance to the cooler, the cold air chilling her skin. She glanced down and noticed her nipples were already extending in response to the drop in temperature. 'That fucker, he doesn't want my help. He just wants to stare. Well.... I'll give him something to look at!' Devin thought: her hand quickly rose to her shirt and she swiftly undid her top button, exposing more of her cleavage. She now had her top two buttons undone and knew that Mr. Blake would appreciate her extra exposure.

"Okay, right behind you!" Devin said cheerily. As she closed the freezer door, she turned to face Mr. Blake. He took his time to fully survey the state of Devin's undress.

Mr. Blake stood as still as a statue and Devin could see his mouth drop open a bit as he took her in. She imagined the thoughts going through Mr. Blake's mind right now. She knew that, in the old man's unblinking eyes, she must be looking quite the sight.

So she just stood there, allowing him to enjoy her deep cleavage and cold-congested nipples. He'd wanted her like this, alone in the cooler. He set this up, so she would give him his reward.

"Umm... Mr. Blake. Is there something wrong? Do I have something on my shirt? Oh, damn! I thought I got that pen mark out, hold on," Devin said with a wry smile on her face.

"Can't really see past these babies, if you know what I mean." Devin added a cute giggle as she licked her thumb. She stretched the fabric over her nipple and started rubbing.

"Oh, sweet Jesus." Mr. Blake whispered.

"What was that? Did I get it? Here take a good look. Is it gone?" Devin said, holding her breasts out for Mr. Blake's inspection with a neutral look on her face.

"Umm... uhhh... yes... yep... looks. Really good!" Mr Blake responded, stuttering.

Devin looked down and saw something stirring in his pants. She was gratified to know that she was having the desired effect on him, but that couldn't ALL be him... could it?

"Ummm, here, you start. I suddenly need to use the restroom," Mr. Blake said, his eyes open wide as if in shock. He quickly handed Devin the clipboard as he whisked out of the freezer.

In all the commotion, both Devin and Mr. Blake had forgotten all about the missing coat.

'Well, that ought to hold him over for a bit,' Devin thought.

"Okay, let's get this shit done," Devin said with a determined glare. The manager's instructions had been clear: "Okay, you finish up and I'll be right back."

"Okay, twenty-five, twenty-six, and twenty-seven," Devin said as she counted up the last of the soup cans. She had made short work of the freezer and returned to the main store aisles to finish up the last few items on the inventory list. Even though Mr. Blake must have finished "using" the washroom, it seemed that he'd lost interest in her progress and had instead wandered back to the cash office to busy himself with some sort of report.

'Well, at least now I've got some time to myself. Let's see if I can keep my mind busy with something other than the sex,' Devin thought. But her mind refused to obey her. Though she was still looking at the shelf bearing the cans of soup, suddenly the video of the Coach from her phone smashed through her head like a wrecking ball.

'God, what am I going to do? Coach is coming over on Monday. This fantasy stuff is fun and all, but...' Her thoughts were interrupted by an urgent 'ping' from her cell phone. She pulled the phone out and saw a new message from the Coach.

Coach: Hey sexy, just checking in on the hottest consultant I have ever talked to. Howz your Saturday shaping up?

Devin looked around and saw the coast was clear.

Devin: Oh, hey Coach! You are too nice. I am just trying to help the boys, that's all. If this helps them play better and to feel better about themselves then that's what I want. And if they also earn scholarships, well, that's a bonus. Just don't get any funny ideas. I am married, you know: I think you know my husband. LOL

Coach: Well, I think I'm getting in better shape myself -- been really hitting the gym hard. What do you think about my progress?

Just then another message flashed through; it was a picture of a shirtless Coach standing in-front of a mirror. In one hand he had his camera and the opposite arm was flexing his bicep. But that wasn't the bulge that drew Devin's attention. Below his waist he had no pants on and was instead wearing only a white pair of the tightest boxer briefs she had ever seen. She could clearly make out the bulge of his cock through his boxers and she just couldn't stop staring at the thing.

Sensing movement out of the corner of her eye, Devin closed her phone and threw it in her pocket. She looked over and found that the cause of the movement was a father and son. Or more appropriately a father and son who lived about two houses away from her and Gerry.

Ted and Scotty Marchand lived with Gloria, who was Ted's wife and Scotty's mother. Devin and Gerry had normally gotten along fairly well with the household. Ted was 52 years old and looked every bit like the stereotypical accountant: balding, skinny, and shorter than Devin with a five o'clock shadow. Scotty was just nineteen and hadn't quite grown out of his pimply face. He was apparently trying really hard to grow some facial hair, given the odd sprouts of hair here and there upon his face. Both father and son usually gave Devin long looks when they thought they could get away with it and she occasionally caught them outright ogling her. She didn't mind for the most part; they usually kept it respectful. She was pretty sure that Scotty had held a crush on her ever since he'd first learned an appreciation of a woman's body. In Devin's opinion, though, Gloria was just not a nice person; her treatment of both Ted and Scott was just awful. She was 45 and had jet black hair. Devin honestly had no idea what Gloria's body looked like beneath the loose-fitting clothing she always wore, but there was no way to hide her rather large posterior.

'Oh, this will be fun,' Devin thought. She hadn't bumped into them for several weeks, and she was fairly sure that neither of them had ever seen her in her current state of undress.

"Oh, hey boys, how are we doing today?" Devin said with a smirk. Neither one of them were able to make any eye contact.

"H... Hey Devin, how's work?" Ted asked, obviously distracted. Devin could tell he was fighting an internal struggle between the head on his shoulders and his other head between his legs, and at this point it looked like the head due south was winning.

"Oh, not too bad, boys, glad to see you! The boss is really riding my ass to get this inventory done. Hope all is well with Gloria," Devin said. As soon as Devin mentioned Gloria's name it seemed to elicit a response in Ted's mind. The head in the northern part of his body seemed to recover some degree of control over his thinking.

"Well, I wouldn't mind...," Scotty chimed in but, before he could finish his sentence, a nudge from Ted convinced Scotty to abandon the rest of his sentence.

"I... umm, mean... you look really nice today, Devin." Scotty said instead, trying to cover up his little indiscretion.

"Oh! Thank you Scotty! I mean, it really isn't much, just my work uniform. But I appreciate the compliment," Devin said as she did a slow twirl for the two boys. She made sure to add a little extra wiggle in her hips to show off her posterior. As she completed the act, she was sure that this scene would be locked in both of their minds for months to come.

'These boys are eating it all up! Why do I enjoy this so much? Why do I get so excited by turning them on? Does it have anything to do with Gerry's stories? How would Gerry react if he saw them drooling all over me?' Devin wondered as the boys were recovering from her little show.

"We should probably let you get back to work, Devin, but it was sure nice seeing you again," Ted said. His eyes were so wide, Devin was afraid they might fall right out of his head.

"Yeah, it was really nice to see you, Devin!" Scotty said with a snicker. He reached for something in his pocket and she could have sworn that he had somehow managed to sneakily take her picture.

As she turned her head back toward the shelf, Devin could feel that the boys' eyes were still on her. She bent down really slowly and, looking over their way, she saw that they had both stopped mid-aisle. As soon as they saw that they had been discovered, they hustled on out.

Devin chuckled to herself as she concluded her count of the soup cans.

"Honey, I've got to say, you are one of the best cooks I know!" Devin said to Gerry as she finished off the dish before her.

Since her little discovery, she'd noticed that Gerry had been indulging her in some of her favorite meals. He had also been acting sweeter around her in a host of other ways. Their kisses had been deeper, their cuddles had lasted longer, and their sexual intimacy had hit a whole new, even more fantastic level. Devin really liked this new Gerry, and she could only assume that he must really like the new her.

"Thanks, honey, I knew you would like it. Thought I would try something new," Gerry said proudly, as he stood up from the table and started gathering the dirty dishes.

"Hey, so I have a question. I am not sure if this is too much, but I need to know if this little fantasy of yours is just about the Coach? Or does it also involve other guys?" Devin asked Gerry.

Gerry stopped, put down the dishes and looked at Devin. She could tell his mind was racing. She could also see that he wanted to be careful, particularly in light of the last time he'd indulged her in his fantasy.

"It's okay. I won't get mad. I just wanted to know if it's just the Coach you picture me with?" Devin said, a small smile spreading on her lips.

"Well, to be honest, I have thought about you with other guys than just the Coach. I can admit that it mostly has to do with him, but I do think about you with other guys as well," Gerry said, hoping that was the end of the conversation.

"Other guys? Like who?" Devin said as she stood up from her seat and approached him. She grabbed his face and gave Gerry a soft kiss. The dishes were now long forgotten.

"Well... it can depend. Like your boss, for instance," Gerry said, returning Devin's kiss.

"My boss?!? But, he's so gross!" Devin chuckled as she gave Gerry another kiss, this one a bit deeper.

"Yes, I think that may be why it's so hot. It's just that you are... the most beautiful woman in the world, and he is gross. Kinda like how opposites attract, you know the contrast between the beauty and beast characters," Gerry said. He moved in for another kiss, but Devin turned her cheek.

"Anyone else? What about Ted Marchand? Scotty Marchand? Ever thought about them with me?" Devin said as she tilted her head, waiting for an answer.

Gerry's eyes went wide. "Umm... maybe? What makes you ask?"

"Well, they happened to walk into the store today. I could see it in their eyes, Gerry, how badly they wanted me. This isn't exactly the first time that they've checked me out, but I loved it. I have no idea why, I even did a twirl for them." Devin could see a flash of excitement wash over his face.

"Just for future reference," Devin said, leaning closer to Gerry and placing her lips right beside his ear. She whispered softly, her hands tugging on each of Gerry's shoulders to bring him closer: "What if... what if they made a move on me, Gerry? I know they could tell that I wasn't wearing a bra. What would you do, Gerry, if they'd made some kinda move, right in the middle of the store?" Devin slowly reached her left hand down Gerry's torso. She couldn't see his face, but she could tell from his breathing that he was getting excited.

Her hand found Gerry's crotch and discovered that he was fully erect, a low groan confirming her suspicions. "Mmmmmm... I take it that you wouldn't object, would you?" giving his manhood a little squeeze. "And, for future reference, what if clumsy me were to trip and land on my knees in front of Ted and Scotty. Do you think they would like me looking up at them? What do you think they would want me to do while I was down there, Gerry?" Devin whispered as her hand moved over Gerry's stiff member, slowly stroking.

"Oh god, Devin, that's... that's so naughty. I... I bet they would want you to take out their cocks," Gerry said, his voice straining, trying to maintain control.

Devin continued to stroke the front of Gerry's pants. "Yes, they would. I bet they have big cocks. Gerry, naturally, if they were to show me theirs, I would have to show them mine. It would definitely be rude if I didn't show them my tits, Gerry. Think they would like that? Me on my knees with my tits out, stroking their hard cocks. And of course I would have to taste them, Gerry. I couldn't help myself. Would that be okay with you, Gerry?" Devin whispered, causing a groan to erupted from Gerry's throat.

"Oh god, yes! That would be so hot!" Gerry moaned.

"Hmmm, Ted probably has the experience, but I bet Scotty has the stamina. I bet he could get it up over and over again. I would focus on Scotty first. Do you think he would like it if I forced my mouth down his cock, as far as it goes until he made me gag? You know how much I move my tongue when a cock is in my mouth, Gerry, and Scotty would quickly learn that, too! I bet he would love it if I played with his balls while licking all around his cock." Devin moved her hand down the front of Gerry's pants and fondled his balls as her forearm remained in contact with Gerry's shaft.

Gerry reached around Devin and pulled her close; she could feel his grip tightening and knew it wouldn't take too much more before Gerry succumbed.

"Mmm, oh god, I love it when you lock your eyes on mine as you suck me off, Devin." Gerry said breathlessly.

"Yes, and I bet Scotty would love it too. I would look up at him and ask him 'Scotty, please cum on me! I need it Scotty! Please!' Do you think he could hold out, Gerry? I bet I'd hardly have time to finish the sentence before he covered my face and my tits with his cum!" Devin said, her voice growing in volume.

She suddenly felt Gerry's body jolt, followed by his cock pulsing through his pants as the thought of Devin on her knees in the grocery store became too much for him.

"Fuck... ugh!" Gerry growled as Devin continued to stroke his cock through his pants, feeling the front of his pants get more and more damp and sticky with his cum.

Devin looked down at her "handy" work and felt proud. She honestly didn't know where all of that dirty talk had come from. She knew she was horny as fuck, but she hadn't had any idea that she could talk like that. 'Where the hell did all of that even come from?' she asked herself. 'Gerry's stories must really be messing with me,' Devin thought.

After a few moments Gerry leaned back into Devin's view. His face was shocked, but laced with lust. He moved forward and embraced Devin, their resulting kiss was like fireworks. Devin's entire being felt it. His grip around her torso strengthened, it was as if he was balanced on a ledge above a sheer drop and hanging on to her for dear life.

"God, I love you, you know that?" Gerry proclaimed with a silly smile.

"Yes, I know. I didn't go too far with that, did I? I found some... inspiration and thought I would see if you would enjoy it. I think that was a big 'yes'," Devin giggled.

"God, that was perfect, baby. So, did you actually see Scotty and Ted today? Or did you make that all up?" Gerry asked.

"Well, I will let your imagination deal with that one, honey. You go and clean yourself up... while I will clean up out here," Devin chuckled as Gerry made his way to the bedroom to deal with the mess in his pants.

Devin couldn't help herself, this whole situation just turned her on so much. The looks she had received from Scotty and Ted. Then jacking Gerryoff after supper. She had been so concerned about getting Gerry off that she hadn't even thought of herself and her own needs. And, after the day she'd had, she certainly needed some type of relief.

Devin began to hope that once Gerry returned from the bedroom, he would recall his responsibilities and tend to her needs like she had done to his.

"God, Devin, that was amazing, thank you. I need to get some more work done. I will be downstairs if you need me," Gerry said, giving her a kiss on his way downstairs.

Devin's attention stayed on the doorway to the basement until she heard the ping of the notification from her phone.

She took the device in her hand and read the message from the now familiar contact.

Coach: Yo, sexy, what are you up to?

Devin: Oh, not much, just watching TV. Gerry is downstairs working.

Devin sent the message, then thought, 'Why did he need to know that Gerry was downstairs?'

Coach: Ah, so he left you alone. Love it. Why don't you show me what you're wearing?

Devin: Why would I do that, Coach? I am married, as you well know!

However, before she hit the "Send" icon, she looked around. She heard Gerry downstairs typing away, probably on a new story that she'd just inspired. Her body remained on fire from the day's events. 'Ah fuck, why not,' she thought, deleting the draft text, opening her camera app, and flipping the lens to "selfie" mode. She adjusted her hair a bit and removed a button, then two from her shirt. She had taken off her work shirt when she had first arrived home, changing into a baby blue button up shirt. She had decided to leave her bra off for Gerry's sake, but now it looked like it would be the Coach who would get the benefit.

She checked herself and approved. It was very evident that she was going sans bra as she hit click. She reviewed the picture before sending it irretrievably off for intimate viewing by this powerful black man who was most assuredly not her husband. She could feel her heart beating out of her chest. Though it might seem innocent, the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra was unmistakable; the Coach could hardly fail to correctly interpret her intent.

Devin closed her eyes and hit "Send." Nervously, she held onto her phone with the Coach's chat active. She felt a bit of a thrill sending the picture to Coach. She felt like a teenager talking to a boy she liked. She had butterflies in her stomach waiting for a response from Coach.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she saw the three bouncing dots which meant the Coach was composing his reply.

Coach: Good girl. Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

Devin smiled. For some reason, his approval warmed her insides. She already knew that he approved of her body, but this seemed different; this wasn't the odd look, but seemed much more direct, more personal.

Suddenly a new video popped up on Devin's phone. "Fuck!" Devin said out loud as she watched the video play out. It was short, only 30 seconds long, but it was more than enough. Devin sat in shock as the video played over and over again. Her hand slowly found its own way to her sex. Her elastic waistband provided little resistance, and almost immediately her hand was rubbing her mound.

The video was shot from the foot of a bed, in what seemed like the same bedroom as before. There was a shapely pair of pale white legs wrapped around the waist of a black man, whose back was to the camera. His cock was driving in and out of the woman's pussy faster and faster, until it tensed up. Devin could see the cock pulse as he came inside the woman. "OOOH, fuck yeah! Cum inside me! Please!" the nameless woman moaned as Devin fumbled to turn the volume down, but not all the way off. The nameless woman's fingers grasped at the sheets, making it plain that she was joining the black man's orgasm. Slowly the black man pressed up, and it seemed to Devin that his cock took forever to completely withdraw, each additional inch that came into view soaking wet with cum and female lubrication. Finally the head appeared, covered even more thickly in their combined juices as her pussy gaped and cum poured out of her opening. Finally, a face came into view, it was the Coach bearing a cocky grin, the look of a victor claiming another prize. The video cut out before revealing the face of the woman, and then started to replay all over again.

'Oh fuck, so good,' Devin moaned, rested her head on the back of the couch. Her hand was hard at work until she was interrupted by another Ping from her phone.

Coach: Fuck! Sorry, again. I hate these goddamn things. I sent the wrong file. Please don't watch it.

Devin reluctantly removed her hand to respond, first waving it in the air in an attempt to partially dry her finger before touching the screen.

Devin: Yeah, a bit too late, it auto-played on my phone. Are these girls anyone I know? LOL

Devin tried to maintain a bit of levity at the situation. She did not want to betray herself by showing him how much it turned her on.

'God, so powerful! So much cum!' Devin moaned as her hand quickly found its way back into her pussy.

All the excitement of the day seemed to gather up and wash irresistibly over Devin again. From her manager tricking her into the freezer with no jacket, to the interaction with Scotty and Ted, to jacking Gerry off and dirty-talking him into ejaculating in his own pants.

Devin's trance was broken by another Ping.

Coach: Are you watching it, Devin? Did you notice the ring on her left hand? She's married, Devin, just like you. The oddest thing, the husband, he doesn't mind. He actually encourages it. I sent him these clips while we were at it. Everyone has a good time.

Devin's eyes nearly left their sockets. She watched the video again, but this time she paid more attention to the nameless woman's hand. Sure enough, the woman's engagement ring and wedding band were on full display. 'God, how many women has he fucked? How common is this thing?' Devin's mind started racing. She could feel her pussy getting more and more wet.

Then came another Ping

Coach: I can't wait until Monday, Devin. I'm willing to bet that meeting will be very eye-opening for you.

'God he wants me so bad. He wants to fuck me. He wants to cum inside me.... mmmm.' Devin's mind exploded along with her pussy. Luckily she was able to grab a pillow and hold it over her face to muffle the moans. Her hand lost its grip on her phone as her body went rigid, then thrashed into spasms as she felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. The video's graphic imagery flashed before her eyes over and over again, enhancing and prolonging the power of her orgasm.

It took some time before her breathing returned to normal and she was able to persuade her shaking hands to manipulate her phone.

Devin: Not sure what you're expecting, Coach. All I want to do is help the football team and the kids. What happens between consenting adults is none of my concern. I'm going to bed now.

Coach: That's fine, just remember what I told you. I like a well shaved pussy.

Devin looked at the phone screen then she quickly googled a picture and hit send.

Devin: Okay, fine! Here is a picture of my freshly shaved pussy.

Devin attached the picture of a cat with a razor shaving her face. Devin chuckled as she turned off her phone and stood up on shaky legs as she headed off to the bedroom. "Hey, Gerry, I'm going to bed!. See you when you're done with work. Love you!" Devin shouted. She managed to resist accentuating the word 'work' with a coating of sarcasm.

"Love you!" Gerry shouted back in response.

Sunday

"Oh, fuck yeah! Do it! Fuck me Coach!!!" Devin screamed as the Coach slammed into her pussy over and over.

She was lying on her back on one of the benches at the gym. Her legs were wrapped around the Coach's waist as he thrust into over and over again. When she looked down, she could see the Coach's cock ramming into her pussy. Both she and the Coach were completely naked. Looking around, she saw Gerry standing among the other gym patrons, his mouth agape as he watched the performance she and the Coach were putting on. Devin could see that Gerry had his cock out as she turned her attention back to the Coach.

"God, there are so many people! They're all watching us!" Devin moaned. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed off the walls of the gym.

"Fuck them! They are just jealous. They either want to be me fucking you or to be you taking this cock!" Coach grunted. He slowly withdrew his cock from Devin's pussy until only the head was inside her. Then he slowly eased his full length back into her slick clinging depths.

Coach turned his gaze to Gerry. "Hey, man, your wife's pussy sure is nice. I don't hear you talking shit about the football team anymore!" the Coach chuckled.

"Oh, just fuck me, Coach! Ahhh!" Devin moaned as she threw her head back in ecstasy, the crowd a distant blur.

Devin could feel the Coach stretching her pussy out. His domination of Gerry just added fuel to her fire. It was like he was asserting his control over the couple, taking ownership of Gerry and her. It felt very primal and natural to offer herself to the dominant male.

Gerry just stood there, his pants down around his ankles. He held his cock firmly in hand as he watched the show before him.

"Oh god, I feel it! It's so good! Give me your cock, Coach!!" Devin moaned as the Coach's huge black cock reamed out her hungry pussy. Looking up into his eyes, she could tell he was close to cumming. Sweat poured off his brow and dripped down onto her face as his tempo increased.

"Inside! I need your cum inside me, Coach!! Please!!!" Devin moaned as she felt the Coach's cock pulse over and over and over again inside her. She could feel his stupendous load draining into her pussy.

"HEY! Honey! Are you okay??" Gerry said, his concerned nudge breaking into her fantasy state. She was a bit disappointed to have such an arousing dream interrupted, but she could still feel the Coach's cock pulsing inside her pussy.

"You were making some really weird noises. Are you all right?" Gerry asked.

"Uhh... yeah. So good, thanks, honey. Just having a bit of a naughty dream. I'm okay." Devin said as she rolled over away from Gerry.

'God, that dream was so vivid. Should I... should I really go through with it? What will Gerry do if he sees me and Coach together? I bet he would love it, hell, he has been thinking about this for years. What if I give him his wish? We are all adults: Coach will definitely be okay with it and if both Gerry and I are okay with it, then what's wrong with it? But fantasy is one thing, right?' Devin wrestled with her thoughts as she slowly drifted back to sleep.

Sunday morning came and went as usual. The events from the day before still resonated in their memories, but neither spouse brought up the issue. Devin and Gerry performed their routine Sunday activities. Gerry made an amazing omelette and Devin helped clean up afterwards. Once all their household chores were completed, lunch came and went as well.

"Hey, I'm going to go to the golf range with Todd this afternoon. I hope that's okay?" Gerry inquired as they finished putting away the lunch dishes.

"Yes, absolutely, I will just read my book," Devin said as Gerry headed for the garage to grab his golf clubs.

Walking to the couch, Devin opened her book. Gerry disappeared into the garage.

A few minutes later, Devin heard Gerry's car backing out of the driveway. As soon as she was sure he was gone, Devin hopped up and ran downstairs.

"I need to find out what he's thinking. There is no way he hasn't written more," Devin said to herself while she was waiting for the computer to boot up.

Finally, the computer blinked on and she was clicking away like a madwoman.

"Ah, yes, here we are," Devin said out loud as she quickly located Gerry's treasure trove of porn and his hidden folder of stories.

"Here we go!" Devin exclaimed as she found a new untitled story.

Within moments, Devin confirmed that she had indeed inspired her husband last night. His new story involved a married couple and naturally there was a cuck element as the husband confessed his little fantasy to the wife. The fictional wife loved this discovery. In response, she started dressing more and more sexy around the house. A nearby neighbor in turn took notice of the wife's change in behavior; in no time at all, the neighbor and the wife were knocking boots.

"Predictable," Devin chuckled.

She closed that story and moved on to the next story, yet another new one, which again involved a husband and wife. The wife stumbled across a trove of porn on the husband's computer, all of it porn that was centered around cuckold husbands and wandering wives. The wife in this second story chose not to confront the husband about it; instead she went to a bar one night after the husband had gone out to spend some time with his guy friends. The attractive wife had little difficulty picking up a younger man and took him back to their place. Before sealing the deal, she went to the bathroom, called her husband and told him that she'd found his porn collection. Before he could stutter out any sort of apology, she shushed him. In a tone that brooked no interruption, she told him that she had brought a guy home and that she would be fucking him, unless the husband told her in no uncertain terms to put a stop to it. Whether she went forward or not was entirely up to him. The husband was beside himself, but agreed that she could proceed as long as he could watch it happen. The wife informed her spouse she would take the young man into their bedroom, but would leave the blinds open. They traded mutual affirmations of, "I love you, so much," and the call ended. Minutes later, the wife was on her back with the younger man fucking her hard in the bed she shared with her husband and the husband was watching his long-hidden fantasy unfold from just outside their bedroom window. After the stranger had come inside the wife and left, the husband had joined his freshly fucked wife in the bedroom. "Reclaim me, honey," the wife moaned as the husband thrust within her already cum-slathered pussy and added his contribution to the mess.

"Damn, that isn't half bad," Devin thought to herself. "So, he wants to watch, while the other guy thinks the wife is cheating on her husband... This might play out very well for tomorrow," Devin calculated.

No sooner had she spoken those words to herself, than a chill ran down Devin's spine. 'And what if I didn't resist and just let the Coach take me. Would that be too much for Gerry? What if he never looks at me the same way again? What if I can't look at him the same? I don't want a divorce, just due to a stupid fetish. But why does the idea of the Coach taking me turn me on so much? Why do I want him to cum inside me?'

Devin decided to perform some further research into the cuckold fetish. Maybe she could find out why she was having such lucid dreams and vivid fantasies. And what exactly did Gerry mean by the idea of "reclaiming" her at the end of his story. Soon enough, she had found her way to the same cuckold psychology page she'd located before. After browsing a few articles, she learned that it was very natural for the woman to feel this way. It was a fundamental need of human nature to propagate and multiply, so it wasn't at all unusual for the wife to desire to receive the bull's sperm. She also found out much more about the cuckold's need to "reclaim" his wife after she had given herself to another man: some couples got additional satisfaction if the husband had sex with his wife directly after her interaction with the other male. In that sense, the husband was able to "reclaim" his wife after the bull had had his fun.

Devin's gaze remained on the computer screen as she allowed that thought to marinate in her head.

'I wonder if there's a way to simulate me and the Coach getting together so that we could see what Gerry's reaction would be?' Devin thought as she opened Gerry's search history and found out that Gerry had in fact been busy the previous night, but not on his school work like he had claimed.

As Devin continued scrolling the cuckold site for inspiration, she came across a video that gave her an idea. The video featured a pretty blond who was diligently riding a large black dildo for all she was worth.

"Oh fuck! Honey! I am taking this whole cock!!! Do you think I'm ready for the real thing??" The blonde was moaning as she rocked back and forth on the monstrous sex toy.

Devin's eye's grew wide. "That's it!" Devin proclaimed. 'What if I perform a little show for Gerry tonight? If he shows any hesitation at all, then the Coach will just get the PG treatment. However, if Gerry's okay with it all... maybe he'll get a whole lot more!'

Devin turned off the computer, grabbed her car keys, and raced out of the house.

Devin's car rolled slowly into the driveway. She checked the street and the neighbors' houses to make sure the coast was clear. Thankfully, Gerry's car was not in the driveway. She wanted this to be a surprise.

Grabbing her purchase, she walked quickly into the house. Kicking off her shoes, she raced to the bedroom and took her prize out of the box.

'Thank god there was no one else in the store. The kid at the register was bad enough.' She had quickly found what she needed, brought it to the clerk, and made a hasty getaway.

Now she plopped down on the bed and removed the item from the bag. She looked at it in wonder.

"God, this seems so much bigger now that I am out of the store!" Devin said in wonder. She gazed at the seven-inch black dildo; the box said that it had been modeled after a well-known black porn star.

The silicone felt cold in her hands as she started stroking the imitation phallus.

This all felt so naughty. Devin had never owned a sex toy before. Lingerie, yes; a sex toy, no. She focused on the head of the dildo as her hands moved on their own, bringing it closer to her mouth. She took a small lick along the realistically-detailed shaft.

Starting to feel a bit silly as she continued looking at the thing, Devin closed her eyes. The videos which the Coach had sent her immediately began replaying in her head. While her eyes had been closed, her hand had somehow brought the head up to press against her lips again. But this time, she opened her mouth and allowed the first inch to enter.

"Honey, I'm home!" Gerry shouted as she heard the door closing behind him.

Devin's heart nearly jumped out of her chest at her husband's return. Quickly grabbing the massive black dildo, she threw it on her side of the nightstand and used her foot to slide the box out of sight under the bed.

"Oh! Hi, honey! I wasn't expecting you home so early!" Devin said as she tried to regain her composure.

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Gerry disappeared down into the basement for over an hour after supper. He actually needed to get some real work done and not get sidetracked by the smut. 'Okay, I need to concentrate here. Midterms are coming up and I've got to get some serious work done. The fantasies and porn and stories and all that stuff will just have to wait.'

During dinner, he had noted that Devin seemed distracted. He had asked a couple of times if she was okay or if there was anything wrong; she had said that she was fine. She seemed lost in thought and was quieter than normal. He just shook it off; everyone was entitled to an off day. Considering all the intimate action he had been getting lately, he just hoped that he wasn't pushing her too hard to fulfill his fantasies.

'But that's the thing, it isn't like it's been me that has been doing the pushing. Devin just comes home and is already extremely excited without any need for me to really push any buttons. It seems like she has changed since the night she discovered my little deviance. What's there for me to complain about?' Gerry thought. He couldn't stop his mind from drifting back to the image of Devin in the aisle of her store, on her knees before their neighbors Scotty and Ted.

As he tried to get some actual work done down in the basement and the illicit imagery was washing across Gerry's mind, he heard footsteps overhead from their bedroom. It sounded like Devin might be getting ready for bed. He heard the bed creak.

Gerry tried to pry his attention away from the erotica scenarios invading his mind and from tracking his wife's activities upstairs so that he could get some work done.

'Okay, okay, okay.... focus, Gerry!' he sternly insisted to himself. 'You can get back to writing after she goes to bed. Let's see, now, where was I?'

"Ooooh, Gerry!" Devin called loudly.

"Yes, honey, what is it? I'm kind of busy here," Gerry replied, not exactly lying.

"Mmmm... Gerry, I thought you'd like to know that the Coach is over here right now... Would you like to come up and watch him take me?" Devin moaned suggestively, and then he heard her slurping loudly on something.

'Oh... fuck! This... this can't actually be happening... can it?' Gerry looked up at the wooden floor joists above his head as if he could somehow see through them. The slurping sounds only increased in volume.

"Please, Gerry, I want you to watch this. This is what you want, right? To see Coach take me?" Devin said. The slurping noises continued relentlessly, now supplemented by the sound of Devin's gag.

"C.... coming," Gerry stuttered as he stood up. His heart was beating nearly out of his chest. His legs felt like jello as he made his way out of the office to the foot of the stairs.

Gerry looked up the flight of stairs: they had never looked so insurmountable before. It was daunting. He knew what was about to happen and he absolutely had to see it for himself. He had to see if his fantasy was as good in real life as it was in his head.

Step by agonizing step, Gerry made his way upward until he had reached the top of the stairs. The entire way he could hear Devin slurping and choking. The wet sounds against Devin's lips were unmistakable. 'Can this actually be happening? Is that why she was so distracted tonight at supper? Did they have this all planned out?' With each step a new question arose in Gerry's mind. His heart beat faster and faster. His legs felt more and more shaky. Gerry was becoming concerned that he was never going to actually make it up the stairs, as if he was trapped in one of those Escher drawings where the stairs circled endlessly back around on themselves. Despite the way his body was reacting, Gerry felt one overriding sensation sizzling straight up his backbone from his cock. His cock had never been harder in his whole life than it was right at this very moment. It was throbbing almost painfully as he finally managed to take the last step.

The sounds of oral sex got louder and louder as he walked in the direction of their bedroom. Gerry turned the corner and knew that the image that greeted him would be etched in his brain for the rest of time.

Devin, naked, was on her knees with a black dildo in her slender hands. It was bigger than his cock, although Gerry didn't think by too much. Nonetheless, Devin was struggling with it. Her mouth and hands were covered in her own spit as she looked up at him, wide eyed, as she was trying to force the large dark item into the depths of her mouth.

"Go sit over there in the cuck chair," Devin insisted, motioning over to the chair in the corner of the bedroom. Most days it was only used as a place to pile clothes after laundry day. Today though it was empty and inviting. It had suddenly acquired an entirely novel sexual significance. Following his orders, Gerry hastened over to the chair and sat down.

"Is this what you've been longing to see, honey? I know we've been talking about me fooling around, but does it look any different when you can actually see the Coach's black cock jammed between my lips?" Devin made more slurping and smacking sounds as she rotated the "Coach's" cock around inside her oral orifice.

Gerry sat there mute, his mouth agape. The situation was over stimulating his brain. His mind was rife with questions, but he was incapable of translating any of them into linguistic form. He was living out his fantasy. Even though his mind was ablaze, he couldn't take the chance of interrupting Devin's latest shock to his system.

He only proved capable of nodding his head in the affirmative.

Devin giggled at the helpless state to which she had reduced Gerry. Gerry could tell that she was enjoying her little show. He had known that she loved to tease him, even before this whole fantasy had begun, but ever since she had uncovered his secret kink, it seemed like she had taken that enjoyment to a whole new level of eroticism.

"Do you think... no... do you think the Coach would be satisfied only with a blow job, Gerry? Or do you think he would want... more?" Devin said seductively as she took "the Coach" out of her mouth and traced the saliva-slathered head around on her body. Slowly, she maneuvered it around on the sultry slopes of her breasts and then moved it down towards her stomach.

"M... more." Gerry said in a groan. Devin's eyes never left his face. It was as if she were analyzing his every move.

"Do you think he wants to... fuck me? Or should I fuck him?" Devin said in a moan as she placed the base of the dildo on the carpet near her pussy. She began stroking his cock.

Gerry looked on in wonderment. "Ride him... oh fuck, please ride him," Gerry begged as he finally opened his pants and lifted his underwear.

"Stop!" Devin said. "I don't believe I remember saying you could touch your cock. Did I?" Devin demanded authoritatively.

Gerry was startled by Devin's sudden change of tone, but didn't complain. He released the elastic band and his undies snapped back to his waist. Gerry decided to lay his hands down on the armrests of the chair.

"There, that's better!" Devin said as she aligned the shaft of "the Coach" on the floor with the tip facing her pussy. She kept her hands on the base as she ground her pussy into the shaft.

"Mmmm, oh god! Gerry, he feels so good against my pussy!" Devin threw her head back as she humped "the Coach" on the floor of their bedroom. With each stroke Gerry could see an additional trail of Devin's fluids; he could tell she was getting more and more turned on and he couldn't get enough.

"Oh god, Gerry! I think... mmm.... I think the Coach wants to get inside of me... what do you think? Do you think I should let him in, Gerry? Should I let him ... fuck me? He is awfully big!" Devin's moans increased with each stroke of her slick swollen lips along the hefty shaft.

Gerry sat in shock at Devin's behavior. He couldn't believe his blushing bride was on her knees humping away on a black dildo. He had no idea what had gotten into her, but he loved this side of her. And it seemed like she was loving it as much or more than he was!

"Oh god, yes! How could he not want to get inside that pretty pussy. Go on, baby, ride his cock!" Gerry replied, gripping the arms of the chair hard.

Gerry's eyes stayed on Devin's as she held "the Coach" vertically. She rose in a semi squat until her pussy was hovering over the large erect member.

Slowly Devin's legs gave way, allowing the dark member to access the most secret part of her body. Gerry couldn't get over the contrast between the darkness of the cock and the much lighter olive shade of Devin's skin.

Gerry's focus kept shifting between the progress of the dildo and Devin's face. Despite the constriction of his underwear, his dick hardened even more at the sight of her eyes closing in lust. Watching her give way to the object of her lust was one of the hottest things Gerry had ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

"Fffuck! Gerry, he is so deep. He is stretching me! So much! Mmm! Is this what you wanted to see, honey? Your wife, riding on the Coach's big... black... cock!?!" Devin moaned as she threw her head back, her pussy pushing her limits as she stretched to accommodate the hefty column.

Gerry sat there, sweat dripping off his forehead. "Oh, fuck! Devin! Yes!! I love it!!! Ride that fucking cock for me!" Gerry moaned, as his cock visibly throbbed in his pants.

Devin tilted her head back in her husband's direction, her eyes half closed, an unbelievably sultry expression on her face. Gerry could tell that sheer lust had overtaken her. Devin ground her pussy against the silicone balls. "Ohhh fuck Coach!! So good!" she moaned.

"Fuck, honey, you look so hot taking that cock!" Gerry watched the contrast of Devin's olive skin tone against the obsidian dildo as she took it all inside her. Her well maintained damp pubic hair parting with each thrust of the fake cock.

"Oh god, Gerry! He is going to make me cum!!! Hitting all the right spots!!" Devin loudly moaned. Her free hand found her hard nipple, she bit her bottom lip, and her head thrashed about.

"Oh god... Gerry.... cumming!!!!! Ahhhh!!!" Devin moaned, her entire body shaking with ecstasy as the waves of orgasm washed through her being.

Gerry had never seen a hotter sight than the one before him. Devin continued to shake until she lost her balance and fell over onto her back. She was breathing so hard that Gerry thought for a moment she would hyperventilate. Gerry just kept his eyes on her pussy, which was still pulsing and throbbing, and her chest which was rapidly inflating and deflating.

Slowly Devin's breathing returned to normal as she just lay there, recovering from her self-served overload of pleasure. Gerry, who had done nothing to exert himself beyond sitting in the chair with his hands white-knuckled around the armrests, was still unable to bestir himself. 'That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen! Jesus!' His cock was so hard he was in pain.

Devin slowly removed the juice covered item from her pussy, then relaxed her fingers and allowed it to fall to the floor with a wet thwap.

"I need you... Now!" Devin simply said, still looking up at the ceiling, her legs slightly parted in invitation.

Gerry jumped out of his chair and removed his pants in one fluid motion. He flew across the room and pounced on Devin. In an instant his cock was buried inside his wife and he could feel the difference immediately.

"Oh god, honey! You are so loose, so wet! The Coach really loosened up your pussy! Fuck, it is so hot! So warm!" Gerry moaned as he crashed his pelvis into Devin over and over again.

"Mmmm, I can still feel you, honey... but not the way I could feel the Coach. He really filled me up! He really stretched me out!" Devin purred as she looked at her husband with a sly smile. Gerry felt her hands stroking his back.

Gerry opened his eyes and couldn't hold out any longer. "Fuck!!!" Gerry grunted convulsively, emptying the contents of his testicles into his wife with a few hard thrusts.

"Mmmm! Yes! Fill my pussy, honey!" Devin cried as Gerry splattered pulse after pulse of his cum directly into Devin's insides.

Gerry's arms gave out and he collapsed on top of Devin. Both lovers struggled to catch their breath as he drained the last load of one of his best-ever orgasms deep into his fabulously sexy wife. Neither of them wanted this moment to end. This had been, without a doubt, the most erotic moment of Gerry's life.

Monday

"Ahhh!! fuck me!!!" Devin moaned as she looked up at the Coach who had her legs pinned against his shoulders.

Devin looked down and she was wearing a cheerleading outfit emblazoned with the school colors. Her top was pulled up to reveal her tits rocking back and forth with his pace.

"I'm going to cum... where do you want it?" Coach demanded as his thrusts grew more and more forceful.

"Inside! Please! I need your cum deep inside me!" Devin begged, her long hot pink fingernails scratching at his back.

Instantly, she felt him exploding inside her. "AAAAH!!!! FUCKK!!" The Coach roared as he crashed over and over against Devin's squelching pussy. She could feel every pulse, every rope of cum that he was injecting inside her.

"Hey, honey, you okay?" Gerry asked as he gently rocked her awake.

"Babe, you were mumbling and seemed like you were in trouble. Are you okay?" Gerry softly interrogated her, his concern obvious on his face.

"Oh, yeah... sorry, honey, I didn't mean to wake up. Just been having messed up dreams. Go back to sleep," Devin said as she rolled over.

"Beep beep beep..." The alarm blared, way too early for Devin as Gerry rose from the bed to begin his day.

Devin lay in bed, quietly contemplating the many different courses the day could take.

'I can't believe Coach is coming over here... today. I know what he's expecting, but should I let him take me? How will Gerry react? Fantasy is one thing, but real life is something completely different. I might have poured it on a bit thick last night, but Gerry didn't hesitate at all. I was kind of expecting him to stop me, but he just wanted more.' Devin's mind was wrestling overtime with the possibilities. She heard the front door closing as Gerry left for work.

Devin got up and began going through her wardrobe: she had no idea what she ought to wear today. Should she wear something sexy, effectively inviting the Coach to shoot his shot? Or should she dress more conservatively? Next, she wondered what to choose from her selection of lingerie. Over the years she had gathered quite a collection. A few she had bought to surprise Gerry, and some of course Gerry had chosen for her on various special occasions. Mentally comparing the two different styles, she could see that Gerry's selections had tended distinctly to the lewder side of the scale.

'Maybe I'll go shopping before Coach comes over. Then if I chicken out, at least I'll have something new to wear for Gerry,' Devin thought, throwing on some yoga pants and a loose white t-shirt in the meantime.

Three hours later Devin arrived home with shopping bags in tow. She decided to treat herself for a bit before her guest arrived.

'Hope this looks as good here as it did at the store,' Devin thought as she took the new lingerie set out of the bag.

She tried it on and confirmed that, whoever got to see it, they would enjoy the view. She quickly took the sexy underthings off, then hid her purchases under the bed. She didn't want Gerry to find them before she was ready.

"Hey, honey! I'm home!" Gerry shouted from the front door as he arrived as scheduled. His last class had ended at its usual time. Now that his afternoon was cleared up, he was free to "work" from home. He was hoping to get in a few hours of writing a new story, inspired by Devin's actions from the previous day.

"Gerry! I have lunch all ready for you. Soup and a grilled cheese sandwich." Devin greeted him at the door with a quick kiss and embrace before she returned to the table and began to eat her own lunch.

"So what do you have planned for this afternoon?" Gerry said as he joined her.

Devin looked up with a bit of a startled look. "Umm, not much, just going to relax. Maybe watch some TV. I won't bother you at all," Devin said with a bit of a smirk as she turned her attention back to the soup.

Gerry began speaking about his class and how his students were doing, and then alluded to some school politics as well. Most of it went in one of Devin's ears and out the other. Devin was clearly thinking about the events which were about to unfold.

"Oh, and Coach," Gerry said, breaking Devin out of her stupor.

"He's been really nice to me lately. Like over the past week or so. He even got me a coffee today and we talked about the football team. I threw out the coffee, though, 'cause who knows what he might've put in there, but it's really odd," Gerry said as he finished the last of his soup.

"Oh, who knows why the Coach does anything," Devin said, hoping that Gerry didn't pick up on any subtle changes in her manner.

"Okay, well, I need to get some work done downstairs, so just holler if you need anything," Gerry said, then made his way down the stairs and into his office.

Devin looked up at the clock which read 12:32 PM. 'Oh god, it's so close to 2 PM. The Coach is going to be here soon. I have to get ready.'

Devin got up, gathered the dishes, and put them in the sink. She quickly moved to the bathroom. 'Maybe a nice bath will calm my nerves.'

As the hot water ran, Devin looked at herself in the mirror: she could feel and see herself shaking. She wasn't sure if she was all wound up with excitement or if she was just flat-out scared. 'This is almost it, can you go through with it?' Devin addressed her reflection as the mirror steamed up.

Soon the tub had filled with water, so she disrobed and lowered herself in. The hot water and bubbles did their work and for a moment her mind was at ease.

Looking down the length of her torso, she saw the strip of hair which she maintained for Gerry. She recalled the Coach's instruction that she should shave herself clean for him. That phrase -- 'for him' -- rang out in her mind like a bell. It was almost a foregone conclusion that he would be able to confirm whether she had in fact complied with his request.

Devin sat in the tub pondering her next move, would shaving herself for him be too intimate? It was just a simple swipe with a razor, and of course her well-trimmed bush would quickly grow back, but not nearly quickly enough to hide the change from Gerry. It felt like she was crossing another line along the long path toward giving herself to the Coach. It was one thing to fantasize about it, or to act out games about it in the bedroom with Gerry, but this was different: a definitive step toward making all this real.

Devin's hand holding the razor moved down her body as if someone else were in control of it. Then, in one swift motion, the strip of hair adorning her pussy was gone. She had complied with the Coach's request. Looking down her body between her bare breasts, she examined her now-bald mound. She rubbed her fingers over it contemplatively a few times, but then her hand slid a bit further down towards her pussy.

'Mmmm, that feels good,' Devin thought, her legs moving apart to afford her still better access.

'I can't believe the Coach is going to be here so soon. What if I just answered the door naked? Bet he'd be shocked, I bet he'd take me right then and there! I would just be surrendering myself to him, with no pretense of normal interaction.' Devin's eyes closed as her fingers moved on their own.

'And what if the neighbors could see what we were getting up to, right there in the doorway! I bet they could even hear him taking me... mmm,' Devin thought.

'He likes showing off, he'd have no problem with leaving the door open. And I would just let them watch, too. God, what a sight we'd be. His ebony skin gleaming as he drove into me. Mmm,' Devin's mused as her mind kept spinning out her provocative scenario

"Ping!" Devin's phone startled her, the sound bringing her back to reality.

Coach: Hey I know it's early but I am done here. I can't wait to see you. I'll be leaving here right away.

Devin looked at the time and saw that it was already 1:15 PM. "Oh fuck! I still have to get ready." Devin jumped out of the bathtub, flipped the plug so the water could drain, and wrapped a towel around her body. She scurried frantically to the bedroom.

Knock, knock, knock!

Devin tried to steel her nerves. As she walked from the table to the entry, her whole being was shaking. Gulping, she reached for the handle and twisted the knob.

"Hey, sexy, here I am. Let's get down to business!" the Coach announced as he walked into the house. He breezed right by Devin, making himself at home as if he were the lord of the manor. Taken aback a little by this display of bravado, Devin hesitated at the door for a moment before following the Coach.

'He is actually here... what if Gerry doesn't like it? What if he just wanted to keep all this as a fantasy? What if he doesn't actually want to see me and the Coach together? Will we ever recover?' Devin's mind aimlessly turned over a host of questions as she trailed the Coach through her own home.

Coach made his way to the kitchen table and grabbed a seat. While Devin was sure there was no way the Coach could be aware of it, the seat he chose was Gerry's. The unintended move surprised Devin. It was as if the Coach was working away at replacing Gerry before they had even been intimate.

Devin sat in her normal seat as the two looked at each other. "So... Coach... you wanted to discuss nutrition for the boys? Correct?" Devin inquired in a shaky voice. The feel of lace against her skin and the tight grip of her stockings were subliminal reminders of where she intended the afternoon to go.

The Coach gave her an odd look. "Well... that is what we were talking about, but.... but I thought you wanted me here for another reason. You remember the gym?" the Coach asked with his trademark smirk.

Devin had hardly forgotten about the gym. How could she have? Where the Coach had groped her in public before a live audience? That interaction at the gym was burned into her brain: it was a recurring fantasy that tormented her regularly. And every time it did, her body responded with predictable arousal. "Umm... yes... I.... I remember the gym, but that was just an accident on your part, right, Coach? You know I'm a married woman and that I... I love my husband, right? Very much!" she concluded, her eyes darting around the room.

Desperate for a delaying tactic, Devin stood up and walked over to a nearby desk to grab paper and a pen. She came back and sat down across the table from a somewhat bewildered Coach.

"Okay," she said, "So, a football player, especially one of high school age, should consume a diet consisting of a variety of foods. Rapidly growing boys need energy, vitamins, and minerals. And you need to make sure they eat healthy fats like avocados, beetroot, oily fish, spinach, and eggs. Now, any questions?" Devin said, looking at the paper, where she had mindlessly jotted a list of points while she was talking. She wanted to look anywhere other than at the Coach but, reluctantly, she forced her gaze upward.

'What if I just go for it? Gerry won't stop it. Hell, he's written volumes of stories with me in mind. How could he not want to see me act out those stories in real life? But how can I know for sure? Why didn't I just talk to Gerry about it? Fantasy talk during sex is one thing, but this is real life.' Devin looked into the Coach's eyes, but got no answers there. She could tell he was undressing her in his mind. He looked aggressive, like he wanted to vent his manly aggression upon her.

"Well... no... Uh, I think I'm all clear, then. Er, thanks, I guess, for the meeting." The Coach stood up from the table and walked away. Watching, Devin automatically compared him to Gerry: the Coach was the polar opposite of Gerry and of almost all of the other men she had ever been attracted to. She had no idea what had drawn her to him. Why couldn't she get him off of her mind?

The door closed behind the Coach, leaving Devin sitting all alone at the kitchen table. "Oh, god!" Devin said, hanging her head. An ordinary faithful wife ought to be feeling relieved, but instead she felt like she had just passed up an opportunity, for herself and, maybe even more, for Gerry...

"Devin... I heard voices... was that the Coach?!?" Gerry said as he came up the stairs from the basement. Devin looked up at her husband, her expression like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Umm... well... yes... it.... it was... he just left." Devin stuttered, trying to string her words together into sensible sentences.

"Wh... what was he doing here?" Gerry said, his eyes wide. Devin could see the gears inside her husband's head turning in high gear.

"Well... umm...," Devin said, her eyes looking anywhere, everywhere, other than at her spouse.

"Okay, so here it goes. I invited the Coach over here on Friday night. He mentioned something about giving him a nutrition plan for the kids." Devin said, she left the sentence hanging, she didn't really know how to finish it.

"And... was that all? The two of you were just discussing a nutrition plan?" Gerry asked, his voice shaky.

"Well... I may have planned for something a bit more than that... but I... couldn't... I chickened out!" Devin said, lifting the bottom of her shirt to show Gerry the black lace corset that she had bought for the Coach.

"Why are you wearing that?" Gerry said. He swallowed hard: he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear her say it.

"Well. I found your folder Gerry. THE folder, with your stories in them. And I have been reading them... AND they do something to me Gerry, I don't know why. But since the night that I found out about your fantasy... I... I feel like I am getting more and more turned on by the idea. I've had so many dreams about the Coach... And then, at the gym a few days ago, he saw me and was spotting me on the bench. But each time he lowered the bar, he seized the opportunity to grab my breasts... And, I... I didn't stop him. I actually kind of liked it. Then, a couple nights ago, he sent me a text and I accidentally invited him over." Devin said. Her head sank back down to the table; she felt like she was rambling, instead of composing some kind of logical explanation.

"So... one night, it was really getting to me. He had texted me, and I'd invited him over, planning to seduce him. I wanted you to watch, just like in your stories. I had this all planned out for you honey, but I couldn't go through with it. I didn't know how you would react to the real thing. God, I've gotten this whole thing so mixed up. I feel so terrible." Devin said, shaking her head back and forth.

Devin felt a hand on her shoulder: looking up, she saw it was Gerry, who had come close to comfort her. "Honey, I love you so much," he said. "I would never push you to do anything you don't want to do, but I promise that -- if you ever decide to do anything with Coach, or with anybody -- just go for it. All I ask is that you let me watch or arrange things so I can be involved somehow. I would like to record it. Not every man gets to have his wife as his favorite pornstar."

Devin stood up, turned into Gerry's arms, and the couple embraced. Never had she felt closer to Gerry than at this very moment! Gerry's hands ran over Devin's body as their lips met.

This kiss was far from normal. It was not their usual "good morning" kiss. This kiss was full of passion. It contained a degree of longing which Devin had not felt in a long time. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy kissing Gerry but almost inevitably, over time, it had become routine. Now, suddenly, she felt a fire in her belly that reminded her of when she and Gerry had first fallen for one another and had physically indulged their mutual attraction.

The guilt from her dreams and fantasies about the Coach melted in the heat of their embrace. Gerry's loving acceptance rendered her comfortable with all the new feelings and actions that had so recently taken over her mind and body.

Filled with a new confidence and determination, Devin broke their kiss. Gerry gave her a curious look, but now she knew what she wanted to do. She turned to the table where her phone was sitting, opened up the chat, and typed a message. She didn't send it immediately but instead handed her phone to a confused Gerry.

"Here, take my picture... I'm sending it to someone you might know," she said. She wasn't asking, she was telling! With a devilish smile, she pulled up her blouse to reveal the black lace bustier. "Okay honey, hit it!" she said as she took a small bite of her bottom lip and put on a naughty look for the camera.

In a daze, Gerry pressed his thumb down on her phone. Devin was reasonably sure he knew where the picture was going, but he didn't yet grasp the full implications of it.

Devin took the phone back and her eyes went to Gerry. "Well, I hope you're ready," she said, hitting the send button. Her heart immediately started beating faster.

"Wha.... what did you send?" Gerry asked, but his excitement was clear.

Devin turned the phone toward Gerry with the message app open.

Devin: Hey, sorry about before. I was wondering if you could come back here. Gerry won't be home for a while and I think there's still some more.... stuff... we need to work on. ;-D"

Attached to this text was the picture they had just taken.

"Devin... does this mean what I think it means?" Gerry said, his voice shaking: whether with excitement or concern, Devin wasn't entirely sure which.

"Yes. I won't promise anything. Maybe we'll kiss, maybe I'll give him a BJ, maybe more. Are you okay with that?" Devin asked, her voice now shaky as well.

"Yes... Devin, yes, anything you want to do." The couple were looking into each other's eyes when they both jumped at the 'ping' from Devin's phone, notifying her of an incoming message. With a trembling hand, Gerry handed the phone to Devin displaying a simple reply from Coach.

Coach: OMW!

"Oh my god... he... he's coming over here... now... this is all so real!" Gerry said, his voice quivering with what Devin had now determined was excitement. "How can I watch, without being noticed?" Gerry said, looking all over. Suddenly Devin saw his eyes grow: grabbing her phone, he positioned it carefully on the kitchen counter, propped it up against the flower vase with the camera lens facing the couch in the living room.

"Okay, I just started a video chat. Now I'll be able to see everything that goes on in the living room. When he gets.... here... I can just watch from the basement on my phone? Okay?" Gerry asked.

"Okay, honey," Devin replied. The two continued to look at each other, unable to break their mutual gaze. Gerry leaned down for a kiss. Devin returned his efforts, and their kiss quickly inflamed into the passionate zone. Devin's heart was beating out of her chest and again she was aware of the caress of the lace on her skin. All her senses were heightened.

Gerry suddenly gripped the bottom of her shirt and lifted. Instinctively she raised her hands above her head, just as she had done hundreds of times before for him. Only this time it wasn't for him, it was for the Coach. Devin heard the rustle of her shirt as it fell away behind her, even as Gerry's hand moved down her torso to the elastic band of her yoga pants. Slowly he pushed them far enough off down her hips that they dropped the rest of the way down her long shapely legs under their own weight. As she was stepping out of them, Gerry broke their kiss and backed away to take in the sight of his wife.

Devin turned her head to look in a nearby mirror so she could see herself as well. Now that she was mere minutes away from offering herself to the Coach, her lingerie set looked different than it had when she'd tried it on in the store only a few short hours ago. The black satin corset artfully sheathed her torso, flowing from the crease beneath her breasts to just past her belly button. Here a cut-out revealed her skimpy thong, while longer sections swooped down past her upper thighs to meet her stockings. Though the sheer fabric was warm, she felt a chill in the air: her nipples were firm and ready for attention. The black lace thong which began barely above her slit matched the black elastic suspenders which clipped her corset to her black nylon stockings. She was the walking definition of sex and she was only moments away from showcasing herself to a different man than her husband for the first time in years.

Devin observed the woman who stood reflected in the mirror. Her breathing was growing heavier and heavier. She could feel every nerve in her body tingling with excitement.

She turned her attention back to Gerry to see the hunger radiating from his eyes more intensely than ever before. All his emotions were starkly evident on his face; she was feeling many of the same ones herself. What was about to happen was now largely out of her hands. It wasn't a question of whether she was going to give herself to the Coach, but how far and in what way. And she knew the Coach would just keep on taking once she gave him anything at all.

The couple remained in the middle of the room, embracing, dreading and anticipating what they had set inexorably in motion. Devin wasn't sure how much time had passed while they were locked in their embrace but, however much time it was, it was flying by at an incredible rate. Any moment now, they would be interrupted by the inevitable. Were they ready?

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Three heavy raps at the door announced the arrival of the couple's guest. They both jerked at the sound, suppressed their giggles of surprise, and then Gerry broke off their embrace and rushed down the stairs.

"Gerry!" Devin whispered. "Remember yesterday. Save yourself for me. I want you to take me after the Coach leaves, okay?"

Gerry stopped in his tracks and shook his head in the affirmative then proceeded down the stairs. Devin heard the diminishing patter of his steps, followed by silence.

She stood there looking at the short entryway which led to the front door, keenly aware of who was waiting on the other side. She inhaled a deep breath, then loudly announced, "Come in, I'm in the living room." Devin heard the door open and close, and then heavy footsteps echoed in the entryway.

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Gerry, meanwhile, literally flew down the stairs and into his office. He turned the lights off as he stepped inside, then turned to quietly close the door behind him. He didn't want to leave any sign that he was in the house. Then he propped his phone up against his computer monitor and sat down with bated breath.

'It's really happening! The Coach is here... Right now. The only question is how much is Devin going to do? Will she let him go all the way? Is this too far? Is this what I really want?' Gerry's mind raced with questions as he heard the Coach's heavy tread across the floor just above. All this was happening so fast; he knew that Devin had turned up the volume on this fetish over the past few weeks, but hadn't expected anything remotely like this to take place so soon.

"Now what exactly did you have in.... Damn!" The Coach said as he emerged from the entryway and saw Devin standing in her black satin finery. Gerry wasn't yet able to see the Coach's reaction to Devin's attire. However, Gerry was certain that the man liked what he saw before him.

"Turn around... slowly," the Coach ordered. Devin followed his order, slowly rotating to afford the Coach a full 360 degree view.

As the Coach finally entered into the view of the camera, the cocky look on his face said it all. But why wouldn't he be cocky at this moment? His sheer persistence seemed to have won the long campaign at last. Gerry knew the Coach had been lusting over Devin for years, but until now she had never given him the time of day. In fact, she'd made no secret of her disdain for his very existence. Now, here he was, where she was displaying herself for him in seductive lingerie and dutifully obeying his every command. The Coach's moment of victory was at hand.

As Devin completed her turn, the Coach licked his lips like a predator eyeing up his prey.

"You sure got changed in a hurry. Or were you wearing that under your clothes all along?" The Coach asked. As he circled Devin, she stood still with her arms at her side, allowing him to take as long a look as he liked.

"I was wearing these under my clothes." Devin said, her voice shaky.

"So then, what, you changed your mind? I thought you loved Gerry 'so much'? Then why cheat on him? I thought it was just an accident when you showed me that sweet little pussy at the game, but you did that shit on purpose, didn't you? You got a thrill out of it," the Coach said, his gaze fixed on her rear.

"I do love Gerry. He's my everything. I don't understand it, I can't explain it, but you do something to me, Coach. Yes, I flashed you at the game on purpose: I loved the feeling of being so exposed. Those videos you sent me... the time at the gym. I... can't get it out of my mind. I couldn't go through with it before, but when you left... something compelled me to invite you back." Even as Devin was blurting out this jumbled confession, the Coach's hand was already playing with his cock through his sweatpants.

'Videos? What the fuck is she talking about?' Gerry thought, his heart beating so fast that he was amazed that they couldn't seem to hear him all the way upstairs.

A twisted smile smeared its way across the Coach's face as he continued slowly stalking his way around Devin, not wanting to waste this chance to admire her body at length. He returned to her rear, however, and this time as he walked directly behind her, he pressed his crotch into her thong covered ass. Then he leaned in and started kissing her neck as his hand reached around, grabbing both of her breasts at the same time. Gerry gasped at the scene, the Coach's large dark hands enveloping Devin's breasts with his fingers converging upon her nipples. The two could not be more opposite in every way, except for the fact that both were practically vibrating with lust.

"So you liked the videos. I know she sure liked starring in them. I was hoping that they might stir up a little curiosity in you. I see it worked! Now let's see if you can listen to me like a good girl," Coach chuckled

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Devin stood still, concentrating on the large lump she felt in the Coach's pants as he ground himself into her thong-covered ass. Her nerves wouldn't calm down.

'Oh my god! It's really happening. Despite all the time I've had to prepare for this, I don't think I can go through with it after all,' Devin concluded, her hands rising to stop this before it could go any further. 'The reality of all this fantasy is just too much,' Devin thought.

Just as she was about to push Coach away, though, she stopped. 'Mmm, but it feels so... fucking... good!' Devin looked at her reflection in the nearby mirror and saw an astonishing sight, a beautiful woman in lingerie giving herself to a man who she would not normally consider to be in her league. It was as if she were watching one of those amateur porno videos Gerry had on his computer. They all started out just like this, the wife offering herself to the cocky black bull. Except that this was playing itself out in real life; she could feel the warmth of his body on hers and his hands on her breasts. She could feel the Coach's lips on her neck, the warmth. His tongue licked the side of her neck. 'God, why does this have to feel so good!' Devin thought.

Slowly her arms went down. 'Coach is here, Gerry is downstairs. I can't stop this now. For Gerry,' Devin thought. She slowly eased her head back, resting it on the Coach.

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On his phone screen down in the basement, Gerry saw Devin's body tense for a second. Her hands rose from her sides, but only for a moment before they dropped away again as she closed her eyes and let herself be taken. She melted into the Coach's advances. His hand moved slowly down her flat stomach; his strong thick fingers led the way to her thong, making contact with the sheer fabric which was all that was left to shield her pussy. Gerry could just hear a soft moan escaping Devin's lips as the Coach's fingers slid underneath the thin lace.

"Mmmm, good girl. You shaved it just for me. How are you going to explain that to Gerry? Won't he get worried?" the Coach asked. The Coach's fingers kept working their magic, stirring around under the satin and lace with increasing zeal. In response, Gerry saw Devin bite firmly down on her bottom lip.

'Had she shaved for him?!?' Gerry wondered. How quickly the Coach was tearing through the potential boundaries which Devin had suggested mere minutes before. Gerry was shocked that she had followed the Coach's commands as to her intimate grooming. Despite Gerry's complicity in what was happening right before his eyes, he still felt a small sting of something like betrayal that Devin had shaved her pussy for the Coach. Gerry recognized this feeling was difficult to square with the other indiscretions he was desperately hoping that she was about to commit.

"Oral!" Devin blurted out as her eyes jetted open. "I've never cheated on Gerry before. And I'm not sure how far I'm willing to go, even now. But I can suck your... cock. Um, if you'd like," Devin said. The quavering in her voice revealed her jitters.

"Ha! I bet I'll be getting a lot more than that today. You got all dressed up like this and shaved your pussy for me, and now all you want to do is suck my cock?! Ha! But I won't push you to do anything you aren't comfortable doing," the Coach professed with a chuckle.

Gerry was taken aback that the Coach wasn't taking a more forceful approach. Maybe he wasn't as experienced in these matters as he liked to pretend. Or maybe he was wary of pushing his luck too far.

"Well... get on down to it!" the Coach demanded, grabbing Devin's shoulders and spinning her around. Gerry gasped. 'Or maybe he's not nearly as restrained as he's trying to pretend!' Gerry thought.

Gerry's heart was in his throat. The time was now. 'Fuck, she's really going to do it!' Gerry watched as Devin's knees hit the floor. Her face was a scant few inches from the Coach's cock; it was hard to tell whether her hands had found their way to the waistband of the Coach's sweatpants in order to hold him back or to draw him closer.

Gerry studied Devin's face as she knelt there, looking up to Coach. Her expression had altered dramatically from minutes ago. She'd looked uncertain, perhaps even scared, before. Now her eyes were fixated on the Coach, and her expression was rapt.

Gerry had situated the camera perfectly to capture the scene. All those times alone in the basement, when he had been pretending to work but had instead been fantasizing about Devin and the Coach together, this was exactly how he had envisioned it! Devin looked up at the Coach pleadingly, almost as if she was seeking permission to pull his sweatpants down. Gerry could tell that Devin could discern the outline of the Coach's cock through the bulging fabric. The Coach looked down and raised his eyebrows as if to say, "Well, get on with it." Correctly reading the impatient encouragement in his gaze, Devin tugged the waistband of the sweatpants down to reveal her prize.

Both Devin and Gerry gasped. "Oh fuck! Coach!" Devin exclaimed as she tilted her head to the left and then to the right as his cock throbbed and bounced inches from her face.

It was impossible for Gerry to avoid making the obvious comparison. The Coach was clearly larger than he was, but at least the difference wasn't drastic.

Devin's left hand took hold of the Coach's cock and she began stroking his shaft. Devin bit her bottom lip as her hand pumped back and forth. A glint of light caught Gerry's eye and he realized that Devin's wedding ring was sparkling brightly as her hand worked to capture the Coach's girth.

"Now you can see why you loved that cock so much! There's no way you don't want to feel that inside you, baby. Aren't you curious how good it's gonna feel?" The Coach's cajolery was unrelenting as he reached down and stilled the movement of Devin's hand. Holding her hand within his own larger one, he slowly thrust his cock back and forth through the tunnel of her palm and fingers.

Gerry could see the hypnotized look on Devin's face as she looked on in awe of the large black cock sliding in and out of her small white hand.

"N... no, I... can't... maybe some other time. I'm not saying there will ever be another time... but I just can't. Not right now!" Devin babbled in an unsteady manner. Gerry didn't believe her for a second as the Coach's hand cradled the back of Devin's head and drew her face ever closer to his throbbing cock head.

Her mouth opened instinctively and her tongue hung out as the head of the Coach's black cock slowly entered her mouth, coating her lips and tongue in his copious precum even as Devin's lipstick transferred to the Coach's shaft.

"There it is... that's my good girl! Make that tongue work, baby!" The Coach said, a heartfelt sigh escaping his lips.

Gerry could see Devin's tongue working its way around the head of the Coach's cock. Whenever the Coach drew back out of her mouth, her tongue would slip out, chasing the organ like it was a tasty piece of candy.

"Fuck, baby, you look so good. What do you think your husband would say if he saw you like this, with my cock in your mouth?" the Coach interrogated her, wearing a big toothy grin.

"I don't care what he would say... What would YOU say to him if he was here, Coach?" Devin responded with a devilish smile of her own. She thrust her head forward, shrugging off his other hand, too impatient to wait for his guidance. Gerry caught Devin's deliberate side eye glance at the camera and recognized that she was playing this up just for him. That simple flick of her eyes spoke volumes. The Coach was content to drop his hands and let Devin take over the work.

"Damn, baby, that's cold!" he chuckled.

"Hell, no! What's cold is that I have neglected this cock for far too long, Coach! Gerry," she said, as if pretending to address her absent husband. "Look at me, sucking the Coach's cock. You know, the guy you hate so much? It tastes so good, Gerry!" She brought her hand up to meet her mouth with each stroke. She dove vigorously down onto the Coach's cock, quickly coming close to gobbling the whole thing.

Gerry sat there spellbound as he watched the scene playing out before him. This had long been his dream, his fantasy. How many nights had he spent hoping to see this very scenario?

"Hey, sounds like you really want to rub it in Gerry's face that I am fucking your mouth right now. Show me where he usually sits in this room. You're gonna blow me there!" the Coach commanded.

Devin nodded in the direction of the couch. The Coach pulled himself out of Devin's mouth and kicked his sweatpants away from his legs. He strode briskly over to the couch, where he plopped his naked butt familiarly down on the cushions. Devin remained kneeling a few feet away, not sure what she was supposed to do.

Uncertainly, she was just starting to stand up when the Coach barked, "Crawl!" Devin's mouth fell open, a shocked look on her face. Gerry knew he could never make her do something like that. He could tell that she was waging an inner conflict.

Just as Gerry concluded that she would never do anything so demeaning, Devin turned on her knees and dropped her hands to the floor. As she made her submissive way toward the couch, it was clear to Gerry that she was swaying her ass back and forth significantly more than what was needed. Judging by the look on the Coach's face, he entirely approved of her actions. Arriving before him, Devin raised a hand to her face and slowly wiped the spit off her chin. She then sat back on her haunches, waiting for the Coach's next command like a pet begging for a treat.

"Good girl!" the Coach said indulgently as Devin sat poised in her spot in front of the couch. Devin cocked her head up toward the Coach and smiled proudly as if she had just received a great compliment.

"You want this cock inside you, don't you... just admit it!" the Coach tauntingly insisted. Gerry could see the hunger in her eyes, but also the hesitation.

"Mmmm... I can't lie, I do. But I can't. That's too much, too far. I guess I'll just have to do something else to take your mind off of that," Devin said with a grin. The focus of her gaze shifted from the Coach's face back down to his cock. Devin grabbed the shaft again, opened her mouth, and dove greedily back to work. The Coach threw his head back in pleasure.

"Oh fuck! You do that so damn good!" the Coach moaned. Devin gulped his cock down, forcing her mouth further and further down the dark shaft. Gerry could see lines of spit streaming down the Coach's cock as Devin swirled her tongue around the head and shaft. Devin kept her eyes riveted on the Coach's as she continued to pleasure his engorged organ.

The Coach leaned back, relaxing his head into his hands. The same shit eating grin for which the Coach was famous spread across his face. While the Coach took his ease in Gerry's seat on the couch, Devin did her best to entice him to cum. Her hand moved up and down his now well-lubricated shaft, pumping in tandem with her mouth. Her free hand found the Coach's scrotum and her fingertips slowly massaged each testicle, all to the Coach's complete delight.

"Mmmm, Gerry, I think Coach is getting close... I'm going to swallow his cum, Gerry. I'm going to swallow all of the Coach's cum! You know, that guy you hate so much?!?" Devin moaned as her mouth dove back to urge the throbbing column on to culmination.

"Hell, yeah, bitch, that is getting nasty! Well, fuck it, if it turns you on. Fuck, Gerry, your wife sure sucks a mean cock! She's a fucking pro! Too bad you've been keeping her to yourself for so long. Hope you don't mind, but now I'm going to fuck her pretty little mouth!!" Coach quickly transferred his hands from behind his own head to the back of Devin's. Then he slowly pulled her face even further down onto his turgid black prong.

Gerry could see Devin's eyes bulge in surprise, but she nonetheless dropped her hands submissively, transferring control of her mouth to the Coach. Gerry could see that Devin's eyes were still open wide, looking directly up at the Coach. It was as if she sought still more positive reinforcement, more evidence that her efforts were fully appreciated. She was affirming her desire to serve as Coach's "good girl," as he might put it.

"Mmmm, fuck yeah, Gerry! I am going to make her mine. I hope you don't mind!! First I'm going to cum down her throat!" the Coach announced. As best she could with his cock buried so deeply in her face, Devin moaned her approval of his taunts.

"Hear that, Gerry, she wants me to cum in her mouth. I bet that pussy is soaking wet for me. I bet it's drooling for this cock! She's acting like such a good girl for me, Gerry!" The Coach continued plowing away, the spit running down the shaft of his cock. Devin's face was turning red, but she made no effort to stop him. Her hands moved up between his legs, delicately massaging his testicles as he thrust unceasingly in and out of her mouth.

The Coach increased the pace of his thrusting, his breathing getting shallower as he continued abusing the depths of Devin's mouth. "Ahhhh!!! Fuck!!! Take it!!! Fuck!!!" the Coach grunted. Gerry could see the Coach's cock pulsing over and over again, shooting his seed far into the mouth of the submissively-kneeling spouse. It seemed like it took forever for the Coach to drain his entire reservoir of sperm down Devin's throat. Devin furiously tried to swallow it all, but a small trickle of cum escaped the corner of her lips and leaked down her chin to cling precariously above her surging breasts.

'Thank god, this is over! I need her. I need Devin now!' Gerry thought. He couldn't wait to get her alone. This would fuel him for months, if not years!

"Mmmm, good girl!" the Coach gasped breathlessly as his hands relinquished their grip at last, dropping away from Devin's face. She drove her face down onto his cock a few more times, before slowly releasing the spent organ from her mouth. As it plopped out, Devin licked her lips, smacking as if she had just finished a splendid repast.

"Mmm. God, Coach, you taste so good! Thank you!" Devin gushed.

The Coach stood up, grabbed Devin by her armpits, lifting her effortlessly and tossing her onto the couch. Just as quickly, he dropped down, slid aside her thong, and buried himself face first into her pussy.

"What! I said only oral!" Devin protested.

"Yes, you said oral, but you didn't say you were the only one who could give it. I've got to return the favor! Anything else would be impolite!" the Coach rationalized as he plunged his mouth down onto her hairless pussy.

"But... But.....!" Devin moaned ineffectually. This reversal of the situation, however, provided Gerry with his first unobstructed view of Devin's smoothly-shaven pussy. Devin's eyes rolled up to the ceiling and her hands flew frantically to the top of the Coach's head. Rather than push him away, though, she pulled him even closer.

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'Okay, now it's time to stop it. I need Gerry inside me now! God, I've never gotten so excited from sucking Gerry's cock before. Oooh, Coach is kinda good at this! Maybe for a bit longer,' Devin thought as she tugged his head in even more tightly to her pussy.

Devin closed her eyes as visions of her dreams about being ravaged by the Coach resurfaced in her mind. It was as if she could feel the Coach's powerful thrusts inside her. Hear the sound of their bodyies slamming together. Even her sense of smell entered in: Devin could remember the smell of Coach's heavy cologne in her dreams.

Devin couldn't quite bring herself to push the Coach away. She needed more of what he was giving her. 'He is so much better with his tongue than Gerry is,' Devin thought guiltily. She'd have to give him pointers, she contemplated. She might've giggled, except she was too busy moaning. 'Okay, he's right. I made him cum, so it's only fair for him to make me cum before I stop this. For Gerry. Who's, mmm, never used his tongue quite this good!'

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'Has she changed her mind?" Gerry wondered. "She sure seems comfortable letting him eat her out. This is so fucking hot! I've never heard her moan like that before! This is better than any porn I've ever watched!' Gerry was riveted to the screen of his phone as he admired the scene playing out. Devin lay writhing on her back, her hands clutching the Coach's face to her pussy, while the Coach steadfastly applied his superlative cunnilingus skills to the compliant wife.

"Mmmm. Damn baby," the Coach exclaimed, smacking his lips, "you are so fucking wet and you taste so godawful good. Gerry, your wife's pussy tastes great! And she shaved it just for me! You sure you don't want this cock, baby?" the Coach taunted Devin, just before his tongue took another long and senses-shattering tour of titillation on her clit.

"Ohh god! Coach... No... I... I can't. I can't risk it. I am in my danger zone of the month for that." Devin was having trouble forming words, her throat was so involved in moaning as the Coach continued to attack her slit with his expert tongue.

"I can cum all over your face or tits this time. Though I think you're gonna want my cum inside you, 'cause all my other bitches sure do!" the Coach cackled. "That chick you saw in the video, she can't get enough of my cum. She loves it when I finish her off with a deep creampie. Hell, she flat-out insists on me staying inside her long after I cum, just to make sure none of my seed drips out!" Despite the Coach's over-the top bragging, Gerry could tell that Devin's walls of resistance were on the verge of crumbling.

The Coach's hands explored Devin's body. Meeting no objections from the helplessly aroused wife, he started playing with her breasts, focusing on her nipples. Gerry could see Devin's eyes open wide. She looked down toward where the Coach had his nose pressed firmly into her slit as his hands roamed and his tongue lashed. Her own hands rose to the Coach's shoulders but, instead of pushing him away, she just tugged him closer again.

'Is she really going to let him fuck her?' Gerry couldn't help but ask himself. Everything was happening so fast! When they had talked this over just before inviting the Coach to return, he had tried to leave the option open. But usually, once Devin had made her mind up, it was hard to overcome her inherent stubbornness. Today, however, seemed to be the exception. Of course, a lot of Devin's behavior had been unpredictable lately. Gerry briefly took himself to task for not trusting her with his fantasies sooner. Right at that moment, just as his eyes happened to glance away from Devin's expressions, Gerry was surprised to notice that the Coach indeed had something to brag about. Swinging heavily below the Coach's torso, his cock was slowly swelling back to life. With every passing minute, with every moan, with every taunt, the Coach was readying himself for more action.

"Mmm, Gerry, the Coach is eating me out! He is doing a REALLY good job, honey... Mmmm, god!" Devin growled throatily. The more the Coach slavered away between her thighs, the closer Devin came to a massive orgasm. His cock was now almost fully erect.

"Oh god! Coach... mmm... feels so good." Devin whimpered. Gerry could tell that she was mere moments from cumming.

Just as Devin's climax was imminent, the Coach stopped. Quickly jumping up, the Coach placed the head of his cock at Devin's entrance. Gerry's mouth dropped at the Coach's sheer boldness.

The look on Devin's face told Gerry that she was fully engulfed in lust. She wanted it. There was no need for her to verbalize her surrender, but still the Coach held himself still, cock visibly throbbing, right on the portal of her swollen pussy.

"Please! Coach! Why did you stop! Please let me cum!" Devin implored.

"Convince me, Devin! You've got to tell me what you want, right out loud!" the Coach announced, sliding the head of his cock up and down in the opening to her slit. Gerry could see Devin's juices glistening against the dark coloration of the Coach's cock.

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'Fuck, I was sooo close!! This asshole!' Devin angrily thought as she looked past her body at the Coach's mocking expression. His cock just kept tormenting her clit while he smiled that crooked smile. Her pink-tinged breasts heaved up and down in her view. Damn it! She had been so close.

Devin looked away from the Coach to catch her reflection in the mirror again. This was all so surreal. It was almost like an out of body experience for Devin: that white woman on the screen, dying to be ravished by the big-cocked black bull, was so sexy, so full of lust, so palpably in need of release. Looking into the mirror was like viewing any of the amateur porn videos she had indulged herself in when Gerry was gone. She recognized the look in the starlet's eyes. The want, the need for relief, for overwhelming sensual satisfaction. And she knew how this video was supposed to play out. The woman wanted it. The big-cocked black actor wanted it. The audience wanted it. And she knew now, with absolute certainty, that Gerry wanted it. Who was she to deny any of them?

She needed the Coach's big black cock, just like in her dreams. She needed that cock inside of her, driving her upward and onward to her well-deserved culmination. No more games, no more teasing, no more waiting or hesitation or second-guessing. She wasn't going to fight any of this any longer. She needed that cock, erect and glistening and poised in precisely the right place inside her, and she needed it right now. 'I need this for ME, and not just for Gerry!' Devin thought as her gaze shifted away from the luscious woman porn actress in the mirror and back to the Coach, her very own real-life bull, ready and willing.

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Devin tried to wiggle her body down so she could impale herself on the Coach's pole without further delay, but he grabbed onto her legs and folded them up and over his shoulders. Now he had her in his complete control. She lunged out with her arms to try to grab his ass and haul him inside her, but he held her by her wrists.

"Mmm, fuck!" Devin growled, defeated. "Fuck me, Coach! Please! I need to feel you inside me!" Devin cried in capitulation. She turned her head to look directly into the camera on the table.

"Tell Gerry what you want me to do!" The Coach was prolonging his obvious enjoyment of the moment, his conquest of his rival's wife, his successful tempting of her past yet another line that she had said she wouldn't cross.

"Mmm, god! Gerry, the Coach is going to fuck me! I want him to fuck me! I NEED him to fuck me! He's going to fuck me RAW, honey! I need it so bad!" Devin uttered unashamedly. Her gaze switched from the phone positioned innocently on the table and returned to the Coach. There was a snarl on her face, almost like she was challenging him to take her.

Gerry's heart fluttered in his chest. All he could do was hold his breath as this long-awaited scene played out. He wouldn't have stopped what was coming next, even if he could.

Gerry looked on as he watched the Coach slowly lean forward, but his view was obstructed. He couldn't see as the Coach's cock made its way into Devin. Gerry was disappointed not to be able to visualize the crucial action, but at least he could observe every expression that crossed Devin's face. With every inch that the Coach moved forward, Devin's mouth dropped open further and further. Her breasts wobbled enticingly as she was forced to draw in deeper breaths.

'Fuck! I've been waiting for this to happen for years and I can't even see the penetration!' Gerry thought frustratedly. He instinctively changed the angle of his head in relation to his phone, trying in vain to gain a better view. But, of course, none of that changed the viewing angle of Devin's phone upstairs.

"Oooh, god!! Your cock feels so good!!!" Devin signed with approval as she again turned her head to the side to look into the lens of her phone. Her eyes widened with astonishment and then widened again as the Coach's mighty shaft probed deeper and deeper inside her.

As the Coach made his way slowly inside of Devin, Gerry wasn't at first able to see the Coach's face. But now Devin's leg shifted a little bit; Gerry couldn't tell whether she was trying to move it or whether the Coach was moving it for some purpose of his own. Perhaps he just wanted to open her pussy up even wider for his invading cock. Either way, Devin's leg that was closer to the camera was now dangling down a little, at the level of his hip. Even though her other leg was still bent up over his shoulder, the juncture where her pussy met his cock was now within Gerry' view at last.

"Oh fuck!! I can feel the whole thing! So big!!" Devin sighed. The Coach just chuckled as he ground his cock in place, deep inside Devon.

"Bigger than Gerry's?" Coach asked as he moved his hips to withdraw slowly all the way out and then packed himself just as patiently all the way back inside Devin.

"Oh, god yes! So much bigger and thicker! Gerry, the Coach is fucking me soo good! If only you fucked me like this, I wouldn't have to go behind your back like this. I wouldn't need to cheat on you with him!!" Devin sang out. With that vocal encouragement, the Coach increased his tempo, leaning into Devin and forcing her hips back.

Considering how close she had already come to cumming only a few minutes ago, Gerry knew it wouldn't take very long for the Coach to bring her back to the brink. 'Oh, fuck! This is really happening!' Gerry's cock had never been this hard in all his life: he wanted to touch it, but he knew that just the slightest brush right now would send him over the edge.

Gerry studied Devin's face, contorted in a beautiful agony, her eyes unfocused, as if she was deep in some blissful dream. The Coach labored away on top of her, her breasts bouncing back and forth in time to their mutual rhythm. With each of his thrusts, her legs swayed limply to and fro. Her toes were curled up and her white fingers dug deep into the Coach's dark shoulders, egging him on. The Coach expertly kept to his pace, only slowly allowing it to quicken. Each time he surged forward to drive back into her, his heavy ball sack slapped against Devin's ass.

"Oh god! Gerry! I'm going to cum for him! I'm going to cum for the Coach!! Gerry!!! Coach! Gerry! Coach! Fuck me!!!" Devin screamed as she threw her arms further around the Coach's shoulders, as if afraid he might buck her off. Her body began to shake uncontrollably.

'Fuck it! I have to see it!' Gerry decided as he heard Devin tumble helplessly into the throes of orgasm. As quickly as he could without blowing his cover, he made his way up the stairs to get a better look. Each step took him back to the previous night, when Devin had teased him with the dildo. Now the event she had role-played for him was really happening. He needed to be as quiet and sneaky as he could, but he didn't want to miss any of the show. As he neared the top of the stairs, Devin's body was arching, caught up in a spasm that cut to her core. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy and still her dark prince kept endlessly thrusting his meat into her willing body.

"Yeah, that's it! Good girl! Cum for me, baby! Cum for Coach! I can feel that pussy squeezing my cock!!" Coach proclaimed triumphantly, while never missing a beat.

Finally, Gerry had climbed high enough to achieve the sight he had been aching for: at last, he could see the Coach's large black cock splitting Devin in two; could watch as his swollen balls slapped Devin's ass with each stroke.. Sure, maybe the Coach was somewhat bigger, but not by a whole lot. Could that comparatively minor amount really make as much difference as Devin was making it sound like? Gerry held his breath as his wife's orgasm slowly faded. A tinge of white froth from Devin's well-whipped juices could now be seen, smeared against the blackness of the Coach's cock. Gerry had finally gotten himself into the perfect place to observe their mating, to study Devin's lovely face in the aftermath of her ravishment by the Coach.

Slowly the Coach lowered his head; slowly Devin's moaning subsided; in slow motion, their lips met for the first time. For some reason, that kiss stung Gerry more than anything else he had yet witnessed. 'Why is this hitting me so hard? The Coach's cock is buried in her pussy and yet it's her kissing him that's really getting to me.' The Coach's act of consummation had somehow transformed the session from one of pure libido-fuelled lust into something much more dangerously intimate.

Devin returned the kiss with searing passion. There was a hunger in the way she kissed him back. The Coach's cock was planted deep inside her, but now it was unmoving. He had brought his thrusting to a halt in order to focus on the kiss. Devin moaned into his mouth. Her hands clasped his head, pulling him closer as the new lovers played with each other's tongues.

Gerry watched this suddenly-intimate scene in awe. The unadulterated lust on display only moments before had now evolved into something different. 'Oh, fuck... what if I lose her?' This was the first time that thought had crossed his mind. Everything had happened so quickly, from first hearing the Coach discussing athletic nutrition to all the sizzling action that had led up to this moment, that Gerry had barely had time to take in what was happening, much less had the leisure to consider the longer term implications. Was he really in danger of losing his beloved wife because of his stupid fetish?

'God, they look so good together,' Gerry thought as the two lovers continued to dance the horizontal fandango.

Gerry ducked behind the basement doorway. He couldn't take his eyes off the scene. Despite his gathering misgivings, he found he was powerless to interrupt the lovers' lingering dalliance.

"Tell me this isn't the best you have ever had, baby?" the Coach prodded as he broke their kiss at last.

"Mmm, fuck, this feels so good, Coach! But don't forget your promise not to cum inside of me," Devin said emphatically, looking deep into his eyes.

"Whatever you say, baby," Coach soothed, as he gradually resumed his efforts Slowly, he withdrew his cock from Devin's pussy and let it land on her stomach with a wet plopping sound.

"I need to ride you now, Coach," Devin asserted in a lust-filled voice.

The Coach rolled his weight over to the side, falling back onto the couch with a huff. Devin quickly swung her leg out and over the Coach's well-fed belly. Taking his still-throbbing cock in hand, she held his offering straight up as the lips of her pussy kissed the head of his cock. Devin began rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy. From his half-hidden position behind the stairway door, Gerry was able to see the sides of Devin's and the Coach's faces. Devin was smirking, as if she were in her element.

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Devin looked down at the Coach, whose eyes were wide with surprise. She knew she had him. Now she could find out who the woman was on the video.

'Am I jealous of that mystery woman? Is he going to continue to fuck her when he can fuck me? Oh fuck... does he really "have" me?' Devin thought.

'I would at least like to talk to this woman. We could trade notes. I could find out if this little arrangement with the Coach has hurt her marriage, or how long they have been doing this for? I've just got to find out!'

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"Okay," Devin said to begin her interrogation, still holding the head of the Coach's cock poised right at the petals or her pussy. "Tell me who that slut was, the one you were fucking in the video! Tell me her name and I'll give you this pussy!" Devin said with a grin. The Coach, though, only looked up at Devin with defiance in his eyes.

"I told you, I ain't telling. Why are you worrying about her, anyway? You're the one here now and you're about to start bouncing on this dick!" Gerry still had no idea what video they were talking about, but that would be one of the three thousand other questions he would have for Devin once the Coach had gone.

The Coach grabbed Devin by the hips and thrust his cock up. He was simply too strong for Devin to hold him back. And she didn't really want to. As she slowly sank down upon him, her hands slid back to Coach's shoulders, supporting her as her pussy was once again filled with his cock. Devin threw her head back as the Coach plumbed her depths. Her resistance had crumbled.

"What the fuck were you trying to do? Trying to gain power over me? Just because you were on top? And here I thought you were a good girl,' he chuckled. "Turns out you've been a bad girl. You must need some punishment to show you who's in charge!" the Coach exclaimed, reaching up to grab both of Devin's slim wrists in one large hand.

'Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!' The Coach used his free hand to slap Devin's ass and then clamped the same hand onto her butt cheek. Exploiting the grip, Coach lifted her up one-handed, then pulled her slowly back down on his cock again. Their juices made squelching sounds. "Oh, fuck!" Devin sighed.

'Oh, shit! She's going to stop that spanking routine! I've tried that a few times and Devin gave me complete shit, telling me how demeaning it feels,' Gerry thought. Devin's eyes looked down to take in the Coach's contented smirk.

'Thwack thwack thwack!' Again, the Coach's hand ruthlessly smacked Devin's firm bouncy ass. The whole time he kept sliding her body up and down on his slippery black cock. To Gerry's astonishment, Devin's only reaction was to drop her head down and murmur, "Sooo good."

Devin whispered something into the Coach's ear, but Gerry couldn't make it out.

"Oh, shit! You like that, do you!" the Coach growled.

Another 'Thwack!' echoed off the walls.

"Oh fuck, yeah! Again!" Devin quietly moaned.

Gerry watched in helpless shock: 'What the fuck! She's letting him spank her!'

"Speak up! Tell me what you want!!?!" the Coach mockingly demanded. He still held both her hands in one strong grip and squeezed her ass powerfully in the other, preventing her from taking his full length.

"MMM! Fuck! Just give it to me... Please!" Devin whimpered.

"Not yet! You got to tell me what you want! Want me to spank you some more?" the Coach persisted.

"Fuck, yes! Please! Just fuck me! I need it! Spank my ass! Do anything you want! Just please fuck me!!" Devin begged. Gerry, on seeing this uncharacteristic display, turned around and walked back down the stairs, overcome with surprise and confusion.

'Have... have I lost her? She's never talked to me like that. She's never let me get away with acting like that!' Gerry sank down on his chair, his head in his hands. But he couldn't bring himself to look away from his phone's screen as Devin kept begging for the Coach's cock.

'I can't stop this, even if I wanted to,' Gerry admitted to himself. 'I can't let the Coach catch me. Can't let him know I was a part of setting this all up.' Gerry sulked, but kept on watching his wife as she rode on top of the Coach like a demented cowgirl.

"Oh, fuck, this feels too good, Coach!!!" Devin moaned as the Coach spanked her to punctuate each thrust. The spanks only fell faster as the couple built to a blistering pace.

"Mmmmm, good girl! I'm gonna fuck this pussy again, aren't I, baby? You're gonna need some more of what the Coach's got to give! Won't you?" the Coach exclaimed as his hand came down over and over again on Devin's taut ass, inflaming the young wife's lust as every thrust stroked into her depths.

"Yes!! Yes! More! You can fuck me again!! Just please don't stop! I'm so close to cumming again!!" Devin whined, her head thrown back as the rhythmic slapping sounds of their crashing bodies echoed off the walls of the living room.

"I'm going to bust! Where do you want it? Your face? Your tits?" the Coach grunted, huffing and puffing as he power fucked her. He lost his grip on Devin's hands and grabbed her hips instead. Now that her hands were free, Devin lurched forward again, planting them on his shoulders.

"Mmm, god!!! Inside!!! please!! Cum inside my pussy!!! Coach!!! Please!! FILL ME UP!! GOD, PLEASE FILLL MEEEEE!!!!!" Devin screamed between thrusts. Gerry knew she was on the threshold of another orgasm as her head thrashed wildly about.

"I fucking knew it!! Okay, bitch, here it cums!!" the Coach bellowed.

As he slouched in his chair, watching the scene play out, Gerry tormented himself with each new revelation. 'She asked him to cum inside her! And she said she wanted it again! We didn't discuss any of that. Fuck, I think I've lost her,' Gerry agonized. He knew there was nothing he could do until all this was over.

The Coach firmly clasped Devin's hips and thrust upward with renewed power and purpose. "Argh!!" he groaned.

"OH FUCK I FEEL IT! I FEEL IT!! PUMPING! AHHHH!" Devin gushed as the two lovers arrived at their destination simultaneously. Her body shook in ecstasy for a second time that afternoon. Exhausted from her multiple orgasms, she collapsed onto the Coach's chest.

Gerry watched his wife convulsing over and over, grinding her pussy on top of the Coach as she tried to eke out every last thrill. And Gerry saw the Coach, still rooted deep inside her, continuing to pump his cock as he delivered the last of his load. After a few minutes, his hands slouched free of Devin's hips.

Devin, however, still wasn't done. Without missing a beat, she continued to grind away, extending her orgasm as far as she could. The Coach, seemingly impressed by her efforts, nodded up at her appreciatively and gave her a chuckle. Gerry could only imagine what he was thinking, the plans he was making to take her again.

"Ooh, god! That was so good!" Devin moaned dreamily as her thrusting slowed, then stopped. The Coach's cock remained deep inside her, acting as a dam for his cum. Her head rested on the Coach's chest as the two lovers worked to catch their breaths and recover a small modicum of energy. Orgasmic waves continued to roll through her, but Gerry could tell that their strength was slowly diminishing.

"There's so much cum inside of me, Coach!" Devin chuckled as she rolled off of his inert torso. An obscene pop was audible as the two disentangled themselves from each other, Devin swung her leg over the Coach and slumped back against the back of the couch, her legs lewdly spread apart. The Coach's deflated cock lay loosely against his leg. A stream of cum poured down Devin's ass cheek and began to collect on the fabric of the couch.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, the Coach lurched to his feet. He grabbed his clothes and quickly put them on. Devin remained splayed out on the couch in a dream state, a lazy smile upon her face. She lightly traced her pussy with one finger, rimming the gape that the Coach had left in his wake. Gerry was sure that she'd never looked so fully satisfied after sex with him.

"I meant, what I said, I'm gonna have you again. You're one of the finest pieces of ass I've ever had!" the Coach said. Scanning Devin's body, he leaned down and scooped up some of the excess cum with his finger. Extending his finger in front of her mouth, he offered the viscous droplet to Devin. Eagerly, she gulped it down, smacking her lips vigorously as if she had just swallowed the tastiest of treats.

"Oh, are you going to have me again? I think I get some say about that, don't I?" Devin teasingly inquired. There was a smirk on her face as her tongue circled the Coach's finger, making sure she wasn't wasting an iota of this sperm.

"Yeah, you get a say, and I bet you're gonna want it again real soon." With that parting shot, the Coach turned and walked out the door.

Still seated in his office chair with his eyes glued to the screen of his phone, Gerry could clearly discern the Coach's cum as it continued to leak out of Devin's pussy lips. 'Fuck, now what do I do? What is she going to say?' Gerry couldn't make himself move: sure, he wanted to go upstairs and talk to Devin, but he was afraid of what her answers would be to all the questions swirling around inside him.

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Devin lay on the couch, thoroughly relaxed and satiated. She felt the Coach's seed as it still lazily drained from her pussy. Thank goodness for the stain-guard on the fabric, she thought idly. But then she jerked in mild alarm as she glanced over and saw her cell phone, leaning against the flower vase on the little table, right where it had been this whole time. 'Oh, fuck... Gerry saw... he must have seen ... everything.'

Devin thought back over her actions and all the things she'd said while the Coach had been fucking the living daylights out of her. 'Fuck! Did I just do... that!?!? Gerry is going to kill me! He'll never want me again after all that! I looked and felt like a slut. FUCK! I let the Coach spank me! I've never even let Gerry do that!'

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Gerry saw Devin stirring: she shakily sat up. She walked toward the basement door, out of range of the camera's lens. She had more courage than him; at least she was making her way toward him. As he heard her steps coming down the stairs, the weight of each footfall seemed to increase, right along with the racing of his heart. He felt like he was about to pass out. Part of him wanted Devin to come down the stairs faster and get it over with. Part of him hoped that she never made it all the way to his office. He didn't want anything to change: he loved Devin so much; he loved his life with her. How embarrassing it would be if she left him now for the Coach. He'd have to face the big lug every day, knowing that Devin was waiting for the Coach to come home to her. Gerry would have to change schools, move to some other town.

While Gerry was enmeshed in this inner turmoil, Devin finally arrived at the door to his office. She looked like she'd just finished a marathon fuck session, because that's exactly what she'd done. As she stood there in the doorway, the Coach's voluminous cum was still leaking down her leg. The bodice of her lingerie was ripped and ruined. Her stockings were torn with holes worn through at the knees. Her hair was messed up; her makeup was smeared. But to Gerry she had never looked more beautiful.

Devin slowly walked over to Gerry and reached down. "I have so many ques...," Gerry tried to say, but Devin's finger pressed against his lips, instantly silencing him.

Devin reached down and undid his pants, then fished out his cock. As if it was a separate entity, functioning completely independently of his brain, Gerry's cock was still rock hard. Precum was pulsing out in copious droplets. He felt like he was about to explode, spraying sperm everywhere.

Devin positioned one knee on the office chair seat, next to Gerry's hip, then she placed her other knee on his other side. With a superbly sexual shimmy of her hips, she settled her opening around the head of Gerry's cock. Gerry felt a trickle of fluid, presumably the Coach's cum. His cock gave a twitch as the warm substance flowed like honey down his throbbing shaft.

Slowly she pressed down, taking her husband's cock fully into her sex. "Mmm... Gerry, I love you so much. Did you see it, Gerry? He came inside me. So much, so deep. The Coach came inside my pussy." Devin murmured throatily, filthily, as she slowly rocked up and down on her husband.

Gerry's hands shoved down against the arm rests as he watched his sex goddess of a wife slowly riding him.

"Mmmm, fuck!" he said. "Devin, you feel so wet. So stretched out. So fucking good! I love it. I love you, Devin." Gerry babbled deliriously as, all the while, kept Devin slowly grinding away, levering her pussy onto Gerry's crotch.

"Mmm, Gerry! I want you to reclaim me. Please. Cum inside me," Devin gently asserted. Her rhythmic thrusts steadily became more and more intense.

"Mmmmm, fuck, you feel so good. I ... I don't think I can last too much longer," Gerry admitted, his hands moving to mold Devin's hips as she picked up the pace.

"Then do it! Cum for me, Gerry! Cum inside me, please. Add your seed to the Coach's cum!" Devin moaned. Gerry responded immediately, grabbing her ass and thrusting up to meet her.

"OOOH fuck!!! So good!! Ahhh!!" Gerry grunted. Unable to hold off any longer, he erupted, his cock unloaded string after string of cum inside of Devin. Even before he had fully subsided, Gerry could see Devin looking down on him, a self-satisfied smile on her face.

"Mmmm, yes! Good boy. Cum inside me! Mmm, that feels so good!" Devin moaned devilishly.

As his orgasm came to an end, Gerry finally felt capable of expressing some of his feelings.

"Thank you, Devin, for doing this. I can't believe it. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen, or been a part of. But please, just don't leave me for that asshole," Gerry said.

"Leave you?? Ha! I could never leave you. I love you so much. Not a lot of men would let their wives do anything like this. Thank you, honey, for letting me!" Devin exclaimed, then immediately leaned down for a kiss.

Gerry greedily accepted her kiss as the couple embraced. Their kiss was interrupted only when Gerry's cock slid out of Devin's pussy.

"So, he said at the end he wants to see you again. Do you want that?" Gerry asked.

"Well, honey! You know that fantasy is one thing, but this is our real life. But, if you want it bad enough, I suppose I could be convinced," Devin replied with a chuckle.