Light at the End of the Tunnel

To Douglas's surprise, they started gradually moving in the direction of a cuckold relationship. Douglas couldn't tell her that Antoine had an eleven inch cock. That would probably scare her back to India for some rotten arranged marriage. He bought seven inch dildos, then a nine inch dildo. He ate her hairy pussy and ass nightly. He sucked her toes, he gradually shifted his role to her supporter and cheerleader, in addition to her boyfriend.

When they went back to The Folly, Reena was a mixture of nerves and confidence. The former was about to win out, when Antoine came by to take their drink orders. He was almost 50 now, and while that ordinarily would have been a dealbreaker, she'd been watching too much videos and was too keyed up to disqualify him off the bat. He was big. He was obviously strong. And he'd conquered Douglas's white beauty queen ex, so he had to have skills downstairs as well.

They stayed until after closing time, chatting amiably with Antoine.

"I think we need another nightcap ... but why don't you come back to our place?" Douglas asked. Antoine stared at him.

"You're joking ... right? I kinda fucked up someone we both cared about last time," Antoine said.

"And you're wearing it on your chest, man. I fucked it up too. I should have been there for her, balanced it out, made it healthy. Why don't we do it right this time?" Douglas rejoined. Reena looked at him, and he looked at her again, but this time with the look of a wolf.

***

It was the most intensely erotic experience Douglas had ever had. Before, it was watch in the corner. It was remove himself from the situation as soon as possible. But now, he was in the action. He was naked, eating Reena's hairy pussy while she undid Antoine's pants. He was already at full mast, having been deprived of pussy for far too long, and Reena just ogled at Antoine's cock.

"Holy shit," she breathed. "You're a fuckin' horse." She started planting soft kisses.

"Baby," Reena said to Douglas. "How the fuck is he gonna fit?"

"We take it slow," Douglas said.

And they did. Reena gradually made friends with Antoine's big cock, planting soft kisses and licks across it while Douglas fingered and ate Reena's pussy. Douglas stretched her out with the dildos they'd procured, and with his knees and back aching, the moment of truth had arrived.

It took long moments to even get the head in. And then two inches in, one inch out. Reset and repeat. Fucking her with half his cock for what felt like a half hour, with Reena absentmindedly jerked Douglas's small white cock, a thick ring around the base of it to keep him from going off prematurely. And then the hormonal urges and the oxytocin flooded Reena's body, and she started to open up for her black bull. Antoine was eight inches inside her, and then almost the entirety of his big black cock was buried inside the young Indian fuckdoll. And then her persistent, erratic jerking of Douglas's cock halted entirely. She held it limply, as if she was holding her phone, and Douglas didn't want to prompt her. This was a moment to test him, and he passed the test by subordinating himself to Reena's needs, leaning down to kiss her, to sucking her swollen brown nipples, to kiss her neck and throat, to kiss her armpits, breathing in everything about her and tasting everything about it, her entire body primed only for Antoine now. His cock was swollen and neglected, but it wasn't about him anymore. It was about Reena. He'd be happy if it was all about him, but he wanted only Reena's happiness now. This was the healthy cuckold medium, he realized euphorically. And as she started to cum on Antoine's monster cock, he celebrated those moments with her, as her boyfriend, and as her cuckold.