"He’s Way Bigger Than You, Darling!"
My wife looked at me and said something that to this day has never left my mind.
“Sweetheart, are you absolutely sure you want to meet him? You must know he’s way bigger than you.”
She was giving me an option to bow out and return home. It wasn’t too late for me to be a coward. But foolish of me, I decided instead to uphold my pride and see things to the very end. I would later come to regret this decision, but at the time, it felt necessary to get to the bottom of things.
“Don’t you dare start with making this about me, Megan,” I retorted. “It’s your fault we’re here; this is all on you. If you couldn’t keep your panties stuck between your legs, then we wouldn’t be here in the first goddamn place. I want to meet this bloke you’re screwing behind my back, and I ain’t leaving here until that’s done. So let’s get this shit over with, and stop trying to talk me down, ‘cos it ain’t going to work.”
I thought my words would sting her, but Megan initially recoiled, then gave me a snide look that seemed to say I didn’t know what I was bargaining for, but I was about to find out. Boy, was I about to find out.
“All right, Lloyd. It’s your funeral,” she said.
We opened our car doors and got out. I took a moment to stretch my limbs while I appreciated the sight that was the hotel parking grounds we were at in Culver City, located five miles from the suburban community where we resided. The time was 7:43 p.m. I was here to see the black man who my wife had been venturing out here to see lately. She told me the man had arrived from out of town, and he was here on business. I couldn’t wait to see what type of bloke he was in the flesh.
Megan undid the sash that tied his robe and opened it to reveal his nude figure. She reached for his crotch, and I had to adjust my sight behind my glasses as I appraised the size of his manhood.
Megan hooked her handbag on her shoulder and we strolled into the hotel. The concierge directed us to the bank of elevators. We got into one, and Megan pressed the floor button.
“I’m telling you, Lloyd, this isn’t worth it,” she said.
“Damn right it is worth it,” I replied. “It’s worth it to me to see whose cock you’ve been screwing these past couple of days.”
Megan wasn’t fazed by my facile display of anger; probably because she knew I wasn’t intentionally angry, merely upset to discover she had been fucking someone and not bothered telling me about it. My other indignant issue was that of all the persons she could cheat on me, why the fuck did it have to be a black man? There’re plenty of white men around in our small community–handsome, white studs–who’d love to see her naked. What temerity instigated her to go out of her way to give her pussy to a black man? I sure as fuck needed to get to the bottom of this.
We got into the elevator and stayed quiet as there were other people riding the compartment. The doors came open, and Megan stepped out with me behind her. A short walk down a corridor and then she stopped to knock at a door that opened to reveal a tall black man in a bathrobe; he held a drink in his hand.
“What’s up, Meg,” he embraced Megan, then turned his eyes at me. “You must be Lloyd; Megan called to say you were coming. Nice to meet you. Do come in.”
Megan entered the suite, and I went after her while the black man shut the door.
In the living room, Megan made a curt introduction. “Simon, like I mentioned before, this here’s my dearest husband Lloyd. He demanded to meet you personally.”
“That’s cool, babe. You care for anything to drink, Lloyd?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“You sure? I think you’re gonna need it before the night’s over,” he chuckled. “But I guess you came to see what it is that’s got your wife coming to see me, right?”
“That’s about right,” I agreed. “Megan never would be with anyone unless there was something special about them. Why she refused to tell me about you is what vexes me.”
“That’s fair enough,” Simon said, then turned to Megan and said, “Babe, you want to do the honours?”
He gestured at his robe. Megan undid the sash that tied his robe and opened it to reveal his nude figure. She reached for his crotch, and I had to adjust my sight behind my glasses as I appraised the size of his manhood.
“No fucking way!” I gasped.
Megan and her lover broke into simultaneous laughter at the ridiculousness of my voice.
“What’s the matter, honey?” Megan teased, waving Simon’s cock towards me while down on her knees. “I’ll bet yours is way bigger, right? Go ahead, drop your pants and show us.”
“Yeah, be a good white boy and show me your pecker, Lloyd,” echoed Simon. “Let’s see if you’ve got the goods.”
I broke into a sweat and swallowed a gob of saliva stuck in my mouth. I suddenly wished I hadn’t opened my mouth from back in the car; I wished I could rewind time and get Megan home with me, and not pretend to worry about whoever she was screwing. Too late.
Megan’s mouth stayed open, sucking in loads of air and letting them off in a wide-mouthed exhale; her cries sounded like a child’s wet dream.
“Now you see what I told you, honey,” Megan said amid her laughter. “Compared to Simon here, he’s way too bigger than you, darling.”
Yes, she was undoubtedly right.
Megan turned to concentrate on sucking Simon’s tool, while he sipped his drink and chuckled at my misery.
“Why don’t you have a seat, Lloyd,” he said. “This is going to take a while.”
I lifted my pants and settled into a chair while they continued like I wasn’t there. Megan was busy smacking her lips and tugging on Simon’s cock with her hand wrapped around his thickness. I watched, saddened with envy at the pleasure she was deriving. If only I could transport myself back to Prospect Park, back to watching the games on TV, rather than being here. If only.
Megan rose to her feet. Simon slipped out of his robe, then lifted her into his arms while kissing her passionately. He lifted her dress to reveal her bare bottom underneath. His cock dangled beneath her buttocks. Megan reached between her legs for Simon’s cock, then managed to insert it into her pussy. Her hips came alive and began kicking against him while he continued to hold her in the air. I watched her buttocks tense and contract as she struggled to ride him. Simon hefted her and then began thrusting against her. His upper thighs slapped against her buttocks, as did his balls. Megan moaned repeatedly in response while grasping onto him tight.
Simon turned around and carted her into the bedroom. I watched them leave, too stunned to decide whether to go after them. I should have made for the door and fled from the hotel. Hadn’t I been humiliated enough? Apparently not. I stood up and buttoned my pants, then went to join them.
Megan lay on the bed. Simon stood by the edge, grasping her ankles while thrusting forward into her vagina. Megan’s mouth stayed open, sucking in loads of air and letting them off in a wide-mouthed exhale; her cries sounded like a child’s wet dream. Her body kept rising off the bed each time Simon pulled slightly away–her body yearned for his prick like a piece of metal to a magnet. At some point, she sat upright, and Simon wrapped his arm around her and then maneuvered onto the bed.
I remained standing by the doorway–I couldn’t dare myself to venture further into the room for fear I might somehow get corrupted by what I was watching, as if I wasn’t already.
Simon wielded his cock like a cannon, stroking it as Megan then mounted. Her butt cheeks seemed to part ways as she balanced herself on her feet. His cock slid into her pussy, and she lifted her head towards the ceiling and exhaled lengthily. Simon wedged his hands under her buttocks and got to rapidly-thrusting her vagina with high-powered energy.
They switched places twice. Simon ended up fucking Megan doggy-style. He slapped her buttocks harder, making her whimper like she was actually hurt.
They switched places twice. Simon ended up fucking Megan doggy-style. He slapped her buttocks harder, making her whimper like she was actually hurt.
Megan slipped and fell to her knees. Simon returned his cock into her pussy, smacked her buttocks, then resumed pounding her faster.
I listened to Megan’s searing cries as if they were echoing inside my head.
Simon’s hands pawed Megan’s buttocks, squeezing and kneading her butt cheeks as if he wanted to remold them into his own. The whole time her body jerked back while his cock kept ramming her pussy. His giant sac of balls bounced eagerly like a beach ball. I was captivated by the loud SMACK-SMACK-SMACKING noise that occurred each time Simon pounded my wife. It was so arousing to absorb that I wished I could have then pulled out my phone to record the moment; how come I never thought to do that earlier?
They switched places twice. Simon ended up fucking Megan doggy-style. He slapped her buttocks harder, making her whimper like she was actually hurt. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and kept pulling her backwards while slamming her butt, grunting loud while he did.
He climaxed inside my wife, and I stood there and watched it happen, too weak-minded to dare think I could have stopped them. They crumbled on the bed, gasping and breathing heavily. The room was hot and stank of sex.
I returned to the living room to continue my wait.
I heard Megan and Simon fucking again later. I remained in my chair and didn’t realise I had slept off until Megan came and woke me up.
“Time to leave, darling,” she said.
She was back into her clothes, and except for her messed-up hair and makeup; her handbag was back on her shoulder. I ran my hand over my face and it came away with sweat. I grunted as I pulled myself to my feet, and took a moment to stretch. The bedroom door was closed.
“What about Simon?” I asked.
“He’s asleep,” she said. “He said he’ll visit us on the weekend. Come, darling, it’s late enough already.”
I was stunned when I noted the time on my watch–it was an hour before midnight.
We left the suite as we had come and minutes later found ourselves in the parking lot. We got into our car, and Megan adjusted her dress as she settled beside me.
“Did you shower back there?”
“No,” she smiled. “His cum is still dripping down my thighs. Want to see?”
She lifted her dress, and to my utter astonishment, saw she wasn’t lying. I started the car and drove us home.
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