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I don't know why I typed that particular search term, seeing as how I've seen plenty of that over the years. It pretty much sums up my wife. Not that I get to see much these days. She's so prudish, always covering herself up. Towelling robes, pyjamas. Maybe that's it, I just wanted to see her naked again. Well, I got my wish.

Under the "latest videos" tab, there she is, staring back at me. The low resolution thumbnail captures her perfectly, big floppy breasts lying flat on her chest, rolls of fat around her belly and waist. That gorgeous thick black hair strewn across the pillow. Even with the silly mask on her face I know it's her. And I'd recognise my own bedroom anywhere.

Between her legs? Well, I know for sure that isn't my cock. It's hairless for one, and about three times the size in every dimension. I've never been too worried about how big I am, never having had any complaints, but seeing such a huge dick just resting against my wife's pussy has put a new spin on it. Maybe I am small after all.

"Neighbour gets more than she bargained for" is the title. Not very original, but from my experience of sex with her, I imagine there's a lot which she wouldn't be expecting. She's never been a fan of anything but good old fashioned lie-on-her-back missionary since we've been together. Maybe when we first got together things were a little more spicy, but that was a long time ago.

I'm sure it's all my fault somehow. No doubt I'm to blame for the lack of sex, the lack of adventurousness. Ask her feminist friends and everything's my fault. Every last thing that's gone wrong for us. Ungrateful bitches.

Twenty four minutes. Should be good, time enough to get myself off. I click play, wanting to see her in pain. There's no way she can take a man like that. No way. Priya's going to regret it.

***

"Seriously? Do we have to film it?"

"This is what it's all been building up to. Do you want to be famous or not?"

Priya adjusts her mask, then covers up her breasts as the camera pans down her body.

"Hey!"

A hand shoots out from the cameraman and grabs her wrist, tugging at her until she reluctantly uncovers herself again. The arm is smooth and well muscled, hands big enough to close around her wrists. Priya's breasts wobble. The man's hand slaps her across them, hard enough to elicit a gasp from Priya.

"Rule one. People want to see your tits!"

He slaps her again, camera zooming in to focus on them.

"Fuck your tits are amazing," he breathes and Priya smiles in reply, mouth visible under the ornate black opera mask.

The camera pans down lower and Priya wriggles. Her round belly gives way to a shock of tight black curls. She tries to close her legs but the cameraman blocks her with his knees. As he does, the tip of his cock swings into shot. He's semi hard and already very large.

"Ah ah," he chides. "They definitely want to see this too. Not enough women know how to keep such a pretty bush."

His hand brushes down her inner thigh, thumb digging in to her flesh, a bulging wave moving up her leg as he approaches her groin. Priya lets out a little moan, still wriggling on her back. The man's hand moves up through her hairy mound, just avoiding her pussy which is already glistening. His big hand grabs hold of her, little tufts of black sticking out from between his fingers as he tugs gently.

"Ow!" Priya squeals, but the hand just grips her firmly.

"Mmm, I love having something to grab hold of!" the man chuckles, before finally letting her go. His big hand smoothes down her hair and then slips lower, thumb extended to rub her lips. He plays with her for a few moments, big thumb pressing in between her labia, slowly swirling around her. Her reaction is instant. She arches her back and squeals in pleasure, hands shooting out to grab the bedclothes, twisting them into tight balls.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" the man asks rhetorically, thumb exploring her. Priya just moans in reply, writhing on the bed.

His thumb dips deeper, camera trained on it for a moment, massaging her lips, a damp, sticky noise just audible over Priya's moans. He pushes deeper, thumb disappearing inside her, at first just up to the knuckle, before he pushes it all the way in.

"Oh god!" groans Priya, hand moving to grab hold of his wrist. The man ignores her, thumb pressing inside her, deeper still, while his fingers curl around her hair once more. The camera moves up to her face, zooming out a little. Priya grabs his hand with her other, her arms pressing together, framing her tits perfectly. They jiggle as he increases his tempo.

"Mmm, just look at those," he purrs as the camera focuses on her breasts for a few moments. Priya doesn't answer, head back on the bed, eyes closed.

The cameraman takes his thumb out of Priya's pussy and she looks down.

"You want?" he asks, holding out his hand. She nods. He leans forward, thumb outstretched to her. She takes him deep into her mouth, sucking.

"Oh fuck!" he breaths.

Priya's arms press together again as he focuses on her face.

"You want it?" he asks again and she nods.

The cameraman pulls back, panning down to between her legs. His cock is rock hard now, Priya's hands stroking it, tugging at him, trying to rub him on her lips. He holds himself just out of reach.

"You've got to beg for it," he laughs.

"Just fuck me!" she whines, but he doesn't move any closer. "Please! Oh god I need you so much! Please, fuck me!"

"Well, since you ask so nicely," he replies, taking his huge cock in his hand and rubbing it over her clit.

"Please! Put it in me! Fuck me!" she pleads, hands grappling at him, trying to pull him in. He chuckles, then pulls her hands away.

"You asked for it," he growls and guides himself into her. The camera focuses on her groin, zooming in to watch as his huge shaft slips in.

"Oh fuck!" she shouts. He doesn't stop, pressing himself deeper and deeper.

"That's it, take it all," he growls.

"Fuck! Oh god! Oh fuck it's too big!" she shouts, but he doesn't relent. The camera focuses on his cock until his body is pressing against hers, flesh against flesh. He then pans up to her face. Priya is lying back, one arm splayed across the bed, the other across her face, eyes buried in the crook of her elbow.

"Let the nice people see," he laughs, reaching up to tug her arm away again. Her face and chest are flushed, breasts rising and falling quickly as she breathes deeply.

"Look!" he exclaims, lowering the camera again to her belly. He pulls in and out slowly, a faint bulging in her abdomen. Priya just groans a long, deep groan of pleasure and lolls on the bed.

"Who wants a fuck?" he growls, but when Priya doesn't respond he grabs her breast roughly.

"Mmm, fuck me Tom," she pants. The cameraman release her and steadies himself on the bed, bulging bicep straining, veins popping all along his arm.

"With pleasure," he replies and begins to thrust. It's gentle at first, but the pace and depth soon accelerate. The camera angle switches between their groins and her chest, the room filling with the sounds of slapping flesh and squelching. Priya's breasts flap, unconstrained, as she grabs for the bedclothes again, fists tightening until her fingers begin to lose their colour.

"Fuck look at them go!" Tom grunts between breaths. He sits up, balancing himself so he can slap her tits again, even more roughly. Priya doesn't seem to notice, now making a continuous moaning noise, lost in a moment of sheer rapture.

Tom slows, pulling at Priya's legs as he sits back, huge cock now only half inside her. The camera pans down to watch as he slowly slides in and out, hand returning to her pussy, thumb gliding over her lips just above his shaft as he penetrates her.

"Oh god!" shouts Priya, hands flying to her breasts, grabbing fistfuls of herself. "Oh fuck Tom, you're going to make me..." She can't even finish her sentence before the wail of ecstasy fills the room. Tom's thumb and cock don't stop, both slowly massaging her until she climaxes. Her pussy runs, then gushes as it spasms around him. The camera misses nothing.

"Fuck yes!" he growls, thumb rubbing her harder. "Go on, let it go!"

Suddenly Priya's groin erupts, spraying Tom's hand and cock, soaking everything. Her whole body writhes and twists on the bed, wail turning to a deep animal growl of bliss.

"Fuck!"

Tom withdraws from her, rubbing his slippery white cock across her dripping lips as she continues to shudder.

"Good girl," he purrs, leaning over to kiss her breasts, camera for a moment being left on the bed beside them. They murmur at each other, sounds of wet kisses and deep panting filtering through until the camera is suddenly dragged off the bed with a loud rustling noise. It's pointed up at Tom as he leans between Priya's legs, rock hard cock still in hand.

"And this, ladies and gentlemen, is what a sex god looks like," Priya pants, hands still shaking. Tom looks down at her and laughs.

"Oh that was nothing," he quips, shuffling back and patting her thigh. "Roll over to see how a sex god fucks!"

"Fuck babe, I can't! That was too much for me, I can't do any more! Come here, let me finish you."

"No fucking way. If one hole is too sore, then the other will have to do!"

"Tom!"

"Well, you promised..."

Priya squeals as Tom grabs hold of her, roughly throwing one leg over the other. The camera tumbles from her hand onto the bed again, capturing only the sounds of their brief struggle.

"I'm not sure..." Priya begins but is cut off. She squeals, but it's instantly muffled. Loud rustling noises follow, then the camera swings up again to focus on her ass, lifted proudly above the bed, legs wide open, her face buried in the duvet. It struggles to focus on her as Tom moves in for a closeup of her pucker.

"Hello my friend," he growls, before moving the camera lower to catch a view up Priya's body as she half kneels, half lies on the bed, big breasts drooping so low they press against the sheets.

"Oh god, TOM!" she shouts, clear and loud though muffled by the duvet. Tom moans, also muffled. A wet, licking noise fills the room for a moment.

"Oh fuck! God that feels... so good! Yes!"

"So you do like rimming!" Tom exclaims after a few minutes, catching his breath.

"Mhmm," is all Priya can say in response.

"I wonder if you like this too?" Tom muses as he picks up the camera again and focuses back on Priya's ass. He rubs his huge cock over her entrance, still slick and sticky white.

"Have you been practising like we discussed?" he asks as he presses himself against her. Priya's response is lost in the duvet, but her hands appear, tugging at her cheeks, spreading herself yet further for him.

"Good girl," he breathes as he presses himself harder into her, teasing his cock tip into her. "Just relax..."

Priya lets go of her ass, hands shooting to the bed as she cries out in pain. Tom doesn't stop, keeping up the pressure, slowly easing himself deeper, camera focused as his whole tip slides inside her.

"Oh fuck," he breathes, hand grasping her ass tightly, fingers digging in to her flesh. "Fuck that's tight..."

His cock slips in deeper still. Priya begins to bang on the bed with her hand, lifting her head just enough to scream "Stop! Please! No more! It's too much!"

Tom holds himself for a moment, then pulls back an inch, holding again. Then he begins to thrust, only moving an inch and slowly to start. His hand still grips her ass, camera still watching him penetrate her. Priya's screams slowly turn into moans, her hands gripping the bedding again. She manages to turn her head, gasping for air.

"Fuck Tom... Fuck that feels... so... good..."

Tom laughs, placing his hand on the small of her back, pushing down.

"I knew you'd like it," he growls, hand sliding up her back until it's between her shoulder blades. He presses down, pushing her face deeper into the bedclothes. His thrusts gradually get deeper, the pace quickening, until eventually he's pushing himself all the way in, fucking her rapidly.

"Fuck, just like a pro," he grunts to no response other than Priya's continued deep groaning and panting. The camera shakes as he tries to go faster, shifting his weight, moving one leg so his foot is flat on the bed beside Priya.

"Oh yes... So tight... you're gonna make me..." He grunts, then quickly withdraws from her ass, taking his shaft in his hand. "Roll over," he shouts and Priya begins to obey, body moving languidly. She's too slow, so Tom has to release his cock and grab her leg, eagerly pushing her onto her back. Priya can only gasp in response, her tits flopping to her sides. She lies back, mouth open, eyes shut, gasping for air. Her whole chest and neck are red with arousal, creased pattern from the duvet embossed on her face.

Tom straddles her, taking his cock in his hand again, stroking himself. He's still dripping wet, hand sliding easily up and down his length.

"You were too slow! You're gonna have to help me out," he grunts and Priya nods slowly. She shifts her weight, lifting her head and shoulders off the bed, opening her mouth for him. Tom needs no further invitation, pressing forward and guiding himself into her.

Priya takes as much of him as she can, but Tom is relentless, pushing his massive dick into her, making her gag. He doesn't appear to notice, hand on his shaft, stroking the base, as Priya's mouth fights to take him. Her eyes fill with panic, then tears and she tries to push him away, but Tom holds himself there, growling with animal delight.

"Oh god yes... Just a little bit more..." The camera remains fixed on Priya's face, the sounds of her gagging and the wet squelch of Tom's cock drowning out any effort she might be making to communicate.

Tom suddenly pulls back and Priya collapses on the bed, gasping for air, choking. Tom just strokes himself, aiming his cock at her face until he explodes, showering her. Huge streams of sticky white cum gush all over her, running into her still open mouth, all over her nose. Her long black hair, already sticky with sweat and sticking to her cheeks catch some as it rolls down her face. Tom aims himself at her tits for the last few heaves of pleasure, the camera catching the streaks of cum as they roll down her sides and onto the bed.

"Oh fuck..." Tom moans, slowly stroking himself until he begins to shrink, pulling his skin back and forward over his cock, massaging the last few drops from his tip. "Christ Mrs. Lawson, you bring out the best in me!"

***

I freeze the frame and stare at my wife, another man's cum dripping from her face. My own cock is shrinking in my hand, having unleashed its own rather less impressive load into a Kleenex. Priya is looking up at the camera, eyes red and streaming with tears, mouth open as if still gasping for air.

Is that pain I can see? Certainly it was more than she bargained for. I know for sure we've never done anal, and my cock isn't enough to choke her like that. I feel a growing sense of disgust. What sort of man watches his wife get fucked an revels in her pain?

The video plays on.

***

Priya lies gasping for a few moments, then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, brushing her cum streaked hair from her face. She breaks into a huge grin.

"Come here," she purrs, reaching up to take the camera from Tom and throwing it on the bed. It lands with a loud bump and rustle on the bed, coming to rest aiming right at the pair of them as Tom lies on top of her, kissing her deeply on the mouth. He moves down her cheek, then her neck, nuzzling her. Priya lies back, eyes shut, face a picture of bliss.

"Oh Tom, I love you so much," she purrs. "I want you to make love to me every day!"

"What would your husband say?" he jokes in return.

***

What indeed? Watching them both together, video frozen once again on my laptop screen, there's only one reply I can think of.

"Can I see some more?"