The Biggest Gift

The Biggest Gift: Watching Jess Take More Than I Ever Could Give

Stag/vixen · voyeur husband · biker bull · size queen · cum fetish · long-distance desire · FaceTime sex · emotional reclaiming · full graphic narrative

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Part I: Europe, 1:11 AM

I hadn't slept.

I was in a quiet hotel suite in Vienna -- cold sheets, warm whisky, staring out at the old town rooftops. Somewhere across the Atlantic, Jess was getting ready. Somewhere in Fort Lauderdale, a 6'4" muscled biker named Matt was waiting.

I watched the typing dots on my screen flicker.

Jess:

"At his place. Just parked."

My heart thumped.

Me:

"Nervous?"

Jess:

"Wet. You?"

I almost laughed. I almost came.

The rest of the world was asleep. But my body was electric. She wasn't just doing it -- she was doing it for me. And with Matt -- the man whose cock we'd seen in that blurry preview pic, half-hard and already nearly thick as her wrist.

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Part II: The Biker and the Queen

We'd chosen Matt together.

Fort Lauderdale local. Gym-built. Tatted arms. The kind of guy who doesn't talk much but fills a room. And then there was his cock -- the kind that makes men wince and makes women hesitate... then go back for more.

Jess is a size queen. It's not a kink. It's biology. She lives for stretch, for fullness, for that sense of being pushed to the edge of her limits and held there.

And tonight, she was going to take all of it.

She FaceTimed me before she knocked.

The screen was dark. Just her whispering: "I'm outside. I'm actually fucking doing this."

Her eyes gleamed.

"You want me to knock?"

I whispered back: "Go."

She reached for the doorbell with her free hand. The camera shook. Then a light turned on, and there he was.

Matt.

Barefoot. Shirtless. Wide as the doorframe. Hair still wet from a shower.

He smiled, nodded, and opened the door wider.

"Come in, darlin'."

The screen went black.

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Part III: The Edge of Madness

I sat there. Watching the "Ongoing Call" timer tick up on screen.

Thirty seconds.

Two minutes.

Eight.

Then finally, a message:

Jess:

???? [Photo of her feet on a rug, black dress halfway down, a massive male hand pulling it off from behind.]

Caption: "He just kissed my neck. My knees buckled."

Then:

???? [Close-up selfie: her flushed face, heavy-lidded eyes, tongue touching upper lip.]

Caption: "His hand is on my throat. Yours is in my head."

I could barely breathe. My cock was hard against my stomach, leaking.

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Part IV: Worship

Video clip arrives.

Jess. On her knees.

Matt standing over her, jeans unzipped.

She looks up into the camera -- my eyes -- with the kind of hunger she used to save just for me.

Then she pulls it out.

Jesus Christ.

I'd seen the photo. But video was different.

It hung. Heavy, long, and thick like it was carved from iron and blood. She could barely wrap both hands around it. He was already semi-hard and it looked like it was still growing.

She licked the head slowly, like tasting chocolate for the first time. Then slid her lips over the tip. Her jaw stretched, cheeks hollowed, spit dripping down her chin as she tried -- and failed -- to take more than half.

She pulled off, gasping.

"Fuuuuck," she laughed. "Baby, he's fucking huge."

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Part V: Stretch

Another video, 40 seconds.

This time, she's straddling him.

Camera on the bed, angled just right. I can see her body from behind, lowering onto his cock slowly, her back arching like a drawn bow.

She stops halfway, panting.

Matt's voice: "That's it, darlin'. You're doing so fuckin' good."

Jess whimpers. She looks into the lens -- right at me.

"I can't. It's too--"

And then, in one hard motion, she sinks all the way down.

Her mouth opens in a silent scream. Her hands go flat against his chest. Her thighs tremble.

"Holy fuck," she gasps.

I could see it -- every inch disappearing inside her, her pussy stretched tight around him. The base was still slightly visible, thick as a Coke can. She started to move, grinding in slow, shivering circles.

She sent me a voice note.

Her voice, ruined: "I'm full. So full. It hurts. But I love it. You did this, baby. You gave me this."

I exploded in my hand.

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Part VI: The Call

She FaceTimed again.

The screen jolted open -- Jess's face, sweaty, hair wild. She was bouncing in Matt's lap, tits swaying, mouth open.

"Say hi to my husband," she moaned.

Matt looked at the screen and gave a low, cocky nod.

"What's up, bro."

Then he gripped her hips and began thrusting up into her. Hard. Deep.

Jess's scream was real and raw.

I saw her pupils dilate.

"I'm gonna cum," she whimpered.

"Then fuckin' do it," Matt growled. "Cum on my cock while your man watches."

She came like thunder. Legs spasming. A gush. Her body collapsing forward.

She didn't even hang up.

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Part VII: The Flood

Minutes passed.

Then another video. This time Jess on her back, legs pinned up, Matt jackhammering her from above.

She's covered in sweat. Mascara running.

Each thrust makes her yelp.

He pulls out.

Strokes twice.

Then explodes -- across her chest, her throat, her face. Thick ropes. He groans like a beast as he drains himself all over her.

Jess grins up at the camera, breathing hard, mouth open.

She licks a drop off her lip.

Jess:

"Satisfied, Daddy?"

I choked on my breath.

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Part VIII: Aftercare

She called me from his shower. Camera fogged. She was sitting on the floor, legs spread, fingers between her thighs.

"You still hard?" she asked softly.

I nodded.

"I want to finish with you," she whispered.

So I held the phone. Watched her rub her clit, slow and lazy. Talked her through it. Told her how proud I was. How fucking sexy she was. How she made me feel like the luckiest man alive.

She came again. Softer this time. With my name on her lips.

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Part IX: The Reclaiming

That night, I didn't sleep.

She sent me one last message before bed:

???? [A final pic -- her lying on Matt's bed, thighs still shiny, wearing nothing but a smile.]

Caption: "He made a mess. But I'm yours."

I stared at it. Heart full. Cock hard again.

And I believed her.

Because it wasn't about size.

It wasn't even about the sex.

It was about trust. Power. Surrender.

She took more than I ever could -- and came back more mine than ever.