Standing Up

Tim stared at the red numbers on the bedside alarm clock. 6:13. His alarm wouldn’t go off until seven. The room was dark. He couldn’t stop thinking about last night. How could Evelyn do this to him? He had always been a good husband. He had always provided for her.

Why was this happening to him? How was this happening?

Tim’s mind raced, replaying scenes from the last few days. The image of Millie's huge, throbbing member was burned into his brain. How was it even possible? Was Millie a man? Even if she was, there’s no way a real penis could be that big. He must have something wrong. It wasn't making sense.

Tim pulled down the covers. His own cock was already hardening in his boxers. Looking inside, he still had dried cum stuck to the tip. He imagined the cock he saw last night next to his, probably 3 times the length at least. It seemed absolutely impossible. He had never even seen anything so big in porn. Just thinking about the size difference made him throb and ache.

His mind continued to race.

When his alarm finally went off, Tim was already steaming He wasn’t going to stand for this.

Tim got dressed and headed out the door. The bright morning sun was cresting the hill east of their neighborhood. It stung his eyes as he marched straight to Millie’s house and knocked on the door. When no one answered, his confidence started to falter. He knocked again, a little quieter this time. He started to hope that no one would come. What was he even thinking? It was getting late and he had to head to work and—

Just as he was starting to walk away, he heard the handle turn and the door swung open.

“Tim, welcome back.”

Millie stood in the doorway in nothing but a silk robe. Tim would have had to look up to meet her eye line, but that’s not where his gaze was drawn. Her robe was open and her thick, flaccid cock was swaying in the cool morning air, slightly wet and shining with who knows what. Tim's mind spun with possibilities.

He tried to talk, but nothing came out. He just kept staring. Staring at Millie’s big, fat cock. It was hanging down nearly to her knees. The fat leaky head slapping against her hard, muscular legs.

“Up here, big guy.” Millie said with a playful tone. She was keen to embarrass Tim by catching him staring, but she certainly wasn't upset about. “Care to come in? Evelyn is still sleeping. I think I pushed her a little too far. I have a bad habit of showing off in front of an audience.”

Tim was so embarrassed he found himself following her inside without thinking.

“Millie. I… I… I wanted to talk to you about something.” He tried to steel his courage.

“Alright, out with it then, I don’t care to mince words.”

Tim was staring at her ass as she led him into the living room. The fabric of her robe was thin, and he could just make out the round shelf of her toned bottom as the morning light shone through it.

Millie plopped down on the couch and motioned for Tim to sit opposite on a stylish, modern chair. She spread her legs and leaned back into the cushion. She had no humility about her body. Why would she? Her robe flowed open and her cock flopped to the left, coming to rest on her chiseled thigh. Tim stared again, before catching himself and looking down at the floor.

“What you’re doing is… is not OK.” He stammered out, still unable to meet her eyes. “Evelyn is my wife, we made sacred vows.” Tim looked up to gauge her reaction. He half expected her to lunge at him, but she just stared at him confidently, waiting for him to finish.

“I demand that you leave us both alone at once!” Tim stood as he said this, his confidence gaining as he finally asserted himself.

“Anything else?” Millie said calmly.

“No. I… I suppose not. So what do you say? Will you let us live in peace now? I’m willing to forget all that you’ve done if you promise to stop.”

“Tim, I’m gonna level with you. I’m not gonna stop. I like fucking your wife. She takes dick like a fucking pro, and she’s completely wasted on you. But it’s not just for me, Evelyn needs this too. I talked to her. She was completely unsatisfied.”

Tim turned red as Millie continued to talk. Shame and embarrassment written all over his face.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s not your fault. You had no chance. A woman like her was never going to be satisfied by someone like you. I’m sure you did your best with what you have. Your wife was built for something better. She deserves it. Do you really think she’d be satisfied with you if she could take something like this?” Millie grabbed her long, flaccid shaft and held it up to prove her point before letting it fall back onto her leg with a thud.

Tim’s cock started to stir in his pants. He crossed his legs and tried to hide it.

“And there’s one more person I’m doing this for.”

Tim looked up, puzzled as Millie stood up and crossed towards him.

“I’m doing it for you.”

“How could any of this be for me, you’re ruining my marriage!” Tim exclaimed, finally looking up to meet Millie' gaze.

“Ruin? I’m saving your fucking marriage, cuck.”

“What did you just call me?” Tim fell back into his seat, stunned and dejected.

“You’re a cuck, didn’t you know? It’s beyond obvious, there’s not point in denying it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You like watching your wife getting fucked by bigger, stronger dicks. It turns you on. You know that's not normal, right?” Millie sat forward on the couch. She was clearly enjoying this. “Don’t freak out, lots of guys lose it when they find out. Try to deny it. Go into a shame spiral and feel like less of a man. I mean you are less of a man, but there’s just nothing you can do about that. It actually makes a lot of sense why you and Evelyn have both been so unsatisfied for so long. Deep down, you’ve been wishing your wife could get railed by huge cocks, and Evelyn has just been aching for someone to fill her up. If I didn’t come along, I doubt you two would have made it much longer. I'm saving your marriage.”

“You sound fucking ridiculous, I don’t want to watch my wife get ‘railed’ or whatever you said. We were perfectly happy before you came along and ruined everything.”

“I sound ridiculous?” Millie said confidently. “Then what’s that in your pants?”

Tim looked down to see an obvious tent in his crotch, a wet spot forming around his zipper. He moved to hide it before realizing it was too late.

“Just talking about getting cucked is enough to get you going. Your mind can't stop thinking about my fat cock piercing your wife's womb, my seed filling her, her moans echoing through the house. From what I’ve heard, you haven’t even been able to get it up properly in years. Just one mention of your wife getting fucked by a real cock and your little guy is as hard as can be, leaking like crazy. Most guys would be happy just to get to fuck someone like Evelyn. They would go on with their boring lives and their boring sex. But not you. You need something more.”

Tim wanted to refute her but he couldn’t find the words. It shouldn’t make sense but he couldn’t come up with a counter to what she was saying.

“Just give it up Tim, everyone will be happier. Besides, I bet you went and jerked it last night after our little show and tell, didn’t you? How was it? Best wank in a while, wasn’t it? You probably came harder thinking about your wife getting fucked by someone else than you ever did having sex with her.”

Tim thought back to last night, lying awake and thinking about what he saw. He hadn’t been able to stop fantasizing about it. Still, he resisted. He wouldn’t give in.

“I’m done with this. I’m done with you. I’m going to take my wife home now, please never contact us again.” Tim stood up and turned for the door. Millie sat calmly, spreading her legs to unstick her heavy balls from her tanned, muscular legs. Before he could make it out of the room, Evelyn appeared in the doorway.

She wore a stunning, sheer, lace-trimmed babydoll that clung to every curve like it had been poured over her body. The fabric was delicate and semi-transparent. It was midnight black that made her pale skin glow in contrast. Her full, pillowy breasts were perfectly cupped by the soft fabric, lifting and presenting them prominently while still allowing the faint pink of her areolas to show through the lace.

Her blonde hair was tousled from sleep, her cheeks still carrying that soft post-orgasm glow he had seen so many times in the last week.

“Tim?” Evelyn’s voice was soft, surprised, but not angry. She glanced from him to Millie, then back again. “What are you doing here so early? I thought you’d already left for work.”

“I… I came to talk to Millie,” he stammered. “This has gone far enough, Evelyn. You’re my wife. We made vows. I won’t let her destroy what we have.”

“Honey,” she said quietly, reaching out to touch his arm. Her fingers were warm. “You’re shaking. And you’re hard again. I can see it.”

Tim jerked back, crossing his arms over his crotch too late. The tent in his pants was obvious. Humiliatingly obvious. “That’s not… it’s not what you think. I’m angry. That’s all.”

Millie let out a low chuckle from the couch. “Angry? Sure. Angry enough that your little dick is trying to rip through your zipper just from looking at my cock and hearing me call you a cuck.”

“So she told you.” Evelyn responded, her expression kind and full of pity. “Honey, I had no idea. I didn’t even know what a cuck was before Millie told me. These past years must have been so hard for you, I know they were for me. I understand why it was so difficult for you to perform in bed now. You weren't getting what you needed. It all makes so much sense. At first I was hesitant to tell you about me and Millie and our ‘workouts,’ but Millie assured me we’d both be happier like this. I’m sorry that last night was such a surprise for you, but it had to happen. Now we can both be happy.”

“Evy I… I…” Tim tried to stammer out a response.

“Shhh, honey.” Evelyn put her hand on her husband’s shoulder to reassure him. “It’s OK. I still love you. And I still want to be married to you. I’m just so glad that you’re a cuck, because now I don’t think I could go on with Millie and her ‘generous anatomy,’ if you know what I mean. It seems like Millie already explained everything to you, so what do you say?” Evelyn paused, and then looked over to Millie, who gave her a reassuring nod. “Oh god, this is so embarrassing, but Millie said you’d like this. Will you be me little subby cuck? I want to fuck and suck and worship big cocks. I want to do it for you, Tim.”

Tim sat down and put his head in his hands. He couldn’t look up. Not at Evelyn standing there in that stunning black babydoll, not at Millie lounging on the couch with her thick, heavy cock resting openly on her chiseled thigh. His mind spun in helpless circles. Betrayal burned in his chest like acid, yet his cock remained stubbornly hard inside his slacks.

“Tim?” Evelyn’s voice was gentle, almost coaxing. She stepped closer until the hem of the babydoll brushed against his knee. The soft fabric carried the warmth of her body. “Honey, please look at me. I know this is a lot. But I’m still your wife. I still love you.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” he whispered. His voice cracked. “You’re standing there dressed like that… for her. Asking me to be your… your cuck. How am I supposed to respond to that?”

“Because it feels right, honey. These past few days with Millie have woken something up in me. Something I didn’t even know was missing. My body feels alive.”

Millie chuckled softly from the couch, her thick flaccid cock shifting along her thigh as she adjusted her position. “Look at him, Evie. He can’t even hide how much he likes the idea. That little tent in his pants is pathetic. He can deny it all he wants, but we can all tell how much he wants it. It’s not your fault if he can’t admit to his true nature. If he chooses to walk away, he’ll be the one that suffers most.”

“Millie’s right, honey. I can see how hard you are. How much this is turning you on even though you’re ashamed. Last night when you watched her grind against me… when you saw how my body responded to her… you came in your pants without even touching yourself. That’s not the reaction of a man who wants to stop this. That’s the reaction of a man who needs it.”

“I feel so… small,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “Looking at you like this. Knowing how she’s held your body. Knowing I could never make you moan the way she does. My cock looks ridiculous next to hers. Even soft it’s probably twice the size of mine when I’m hard. How am I supposed to compete with that?”

“You’re not supposed to compete, honey.” Evelyn stepped closer and put her hand on the back of his neck, her fingers gentle but firm. “That’s the whole point. You’re supposed to watch. It’s not your fault you can’t satisfy me, it’s not your fault you have a small cock. It’s OK. I still love you. But we all have to accept our lot in life. Look at Millie.”

Tim glanced up, Millie’s posture was still relaxed, her soft cock resting on her leg and her arms stretched out across the back of the couch.

“Millie is a stud. She’s hung like a horse. She’s tall and strong and powerful. Every ounce of her body was made for dominating and winning. She is better than you in every way. Your cock is weak and tiny. And that’s OK honey. It’s not your fault. You could never be her, but I still love you. I need someone like her in my life. She makes me happy. She satisfies me in ways that you can’t. But I still need you too. I need to you watch me and get hard knowing I’m fucking another cock. And afterward… you can still hold me. You can still be my husband. Just… a different kind of husband. A supportive one. A cuck who gets hard knowing his wife is finally satisfied.”

“I… I don’t know if I can do this,” he whispered. “It feels like everything is slipping away.”

Evelyn leaned down, her full, lace-covered breasts brushing lightly against his cheek as she brought her lips close to his ear. The soft weight of them pressed warmly against his face for a moment, the delicate fabric sliding over his skin.

“Nothing is slipping away, honey. I’m still yours. I’m just… sharing the best parts of me with someone who can truly appreciate them. Someone who can treat me the way I deserve. And you get to watch. You get to feel that helpless little throb every time she touches me. And you can feel good too. You can touch yourself and cum watching me get fucked. It’ll be like your own personal porno. Doesn’t that sound better than pretending everything was fine when we both know it wasn’t?”

Millie rose from the couch then, her silk robe falling open completely. She crossed the room in two long strides and stood behind Evelyn, towering over both of them. One strong hand slid around Evelyn’s waist while the other reached up to cup one of those full breasts from behind, lifting it gently so Tim could see how perfectly it filled Millie’s palm.

“See that, little man?” Millie murmured, her thumb brushing slowly over the stiff nipple through the sheer black lace. Evelyn let out a soft moan, her eyes half-closing in pleasure. “These gorgeous tits are mine to play with now. And you’re going to sit there and watch every second of it. Say it, Tim. Tell us you understand.”

Tim stared at Millie’s hand on his wife’s breast, at the way the full, soft flesh overflowed the strong fingers, at the way the black lace stretched and shifted with every slow caress. The shame was overwhelming. The arousal was worse.

He swallowed hard, voice trembling but resigned.

“I… I understand.”

Evelyn smiled down at him, her full breasts still held gently in Millie’s hand, the black babydoll making them look even more irresistible. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Thank you Tim. I love you so much. I know you’re making the right decision.”

Evelyn turned and was taken into a deep and passionate kiss. Tim had a front row seat as Millie’s strong hands began to wander over Evelyn’s supple body. Maintaining their long kiss, Millie took large handfuls of Evelyn’s exposed bottom, the lacy black thong stretching as she kneaded and pulled. Evelyn began to moan, and Tim only got harder. Millie slipped off her robe, and Evelyn began to roll her hips instinctively against the thick, heavy cock that now rested hot and heavy against her lower belly. Tim could see the way Evelyn’s fingers traced along the veined length, her small hands barely able to wrap around its girth as she stroked it with slow, worshipful motions.

Millie finally broke the kiss with a low, satisfied hum. A thin string of saliva connected their lips for a moment before breaking. Evelyn’s eyes were half-lidded, her glossy lips slightly swollen, her cheeks flushed a deep, aroused pink. She looked dazed with pleasure, completely lost in the moment.

“God, you kiss so well,” Evelyn breathed, her hands still slowly stroking the thick shaft between them. “Your cock is already getting so hard again. I can feel it pulsing in my hands.”

Millie smiled down at her, one hand still possessively squeezing Evelyn’s ass while the other slid up to cup one of those full breasts through the babydoll. She lifted the heavy globe gently, letting her thumb brush slowly over the stiff nipple. Evelyn gasped softly, arching into the touch.

“That’s because you feel so good against me, Evie. These big, soft tits of yours are impossible to resist. Look how perfectly they fill my hand. So heavy. So warm. Your husband is lucky I let him watch them get the attention they deserve.”

“Tell him, Evy. Tell your husband how much better my hands feel on these gorgeous tits than his ever did. Tell him how they make your pussy wet just from being touched.”

Evelyn bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushing deeper. Her hand continued its slow, reverent stroking of Millie’s now fully hard cock, the thick shaft glistening with a fresh bead of precum at the tip.

“They feel so much stronger, Tim. So much more confident. When Millie squeezes them like this, it sends little sparks straight down between my legs. My nipples get so sensitive. They’ve never felt this good before. Millie takes her time. She knows how heavy they are. How much they need to be lifted and kneaded and sucked on until I’m begging for more.”

Millie gave Evelyn’s ass one final firm squeeze before stepping back slightly, her thick, veined cock standing proudly between them, still pulsing from Evelyn’s attentive stroking. She looked over at Tim with a predatory smile.

“You’re doing so well, little man. Sitting there so quietly while your wife gets handled. That wet spot on your slacks keeps growing. Why don’t you take it out? Start stroking that pathetic little cock for us. Go on. Wrap your hand around it and show us how excited you get watching Evelyn worship a real cock.”

Tim’s heart slammed in his chest. His mouth opened, but no protest came out. The command hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. Evelyn turned her head toward him, her full breasts still heaving inside the sheer black babydoll, nipples stiff and dark against the lace.

“Do it, honey,” she said softly, her voice thick with arousal. “Take your cock out and stroke it while you watch. I want to see how hard you get for this. I want to see you leak while Millie’s big cock throbs in my hands. Please… for me.”

Tim’s hands shook as he reached for his zipper. He felt the sting of humiliation, but he didn’t stop. He freed his cock, the small, leaking shaft springing out stiff and glistening. It looked so pitiful compared to the massive length Evelyn was still slowly stroking. He wrapped his fingers around it. His hand began to move in slow, **** strokes.

“Look at you, honey. So hard just from watching. Keep going. Don’t stop. I love seeing you like this…”

Millie guided Evelyn backward until the taller woman could sit down on the couch. Her thick cock stood straight up, veined and glistening, the broad head already slick with precum. Evelyn did not hesitate. She climbed onto Millie’s lap, straddling those powerful thighs. The hem of the black babydoll rode up high on her hips, exposing the thin strip of her soaked thong. With trembling fingers she pulled the tiny fabric aside, revealing her puffy, dripping pussy lips.

Tim’s stroking sped up involuntarily as he watched his wife position herself. Evelyn looked down between her legs, eyes wide with hunger, and slowly lowered herself onto the massive cock.

Evelyn stopped just before insertion. "Beg for it honey. I want to hear that you want this too."

Tim felt his own orgasm building. His cock throbbed in his hand. He looked at place where Millie's cock-head met his wife's wet lips and burned with a mixture of jealousy and desire.

"Please." Tim almost whispered.

"Please what?" Millie shot back.

"Please put it in." Tim's eyes were locked on the spot where their bodies met, unable to look away. "Please fuck my wife!"

The thick head pressed against her entrance and began to stretch her open. Evelyn let out a long, throaty moan that Tim had never heard from her before. It was deep, raw, almost animal. Nothing like the polite little sounds she used to make when he entered her.

“Oh… fuck… it’s so big,” she gasped, her voice trembling as another inch sank inside her. “No matter how many times this happens, I still feel like I won’t be able to take it.” Her pussy lips stretched wide around the girthy shaft, glistening juices coating the veined length as it disappeared slowly into her body. “It’s splitting me open… so deep already… I can feel every ridge.”

She sank lower, taking more of the enormous cock. Her belly visibly swelled outward as the thick head pushed deeper than Tim had ever reached. Two-thirds of her cock remained dry. Evelyn’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure that quickly turned into another loud, shameless moan.

“God… yes… it’s hitting places you never could, Tim,” she panted and the shaft drove deeper, her hips rolling in small circles as she worked herself down another inch. “It feels so full… so perfect. I’ve never been this stretched before. My pussy is swallowing it… look how much it’s taking.”

Millie groaned in pleasure, her hands gripping Evelyn’s wide hips to help guide her. “That’s it, baby. Take every inch. Show your husband how a real cock feels inside that married cunt.”

“I’m so full,” Evelyn whimpered, her voice breaking with ecstasy. “It’s pressing against my cervix… I can feel it throbbing inside me.”

Finally, Evelyn's ass came to rest against Millie's hips. Her body shivered in pleasure as she processed the massive cock inside her. She began to ride. Slow at first, lifting until only the thick head remained inside her stretched pussy, then slamming back down with wet, obscene sounds. Each bounce made her full breasts jiggle wildly, the lace sliding over her sensitive nipples and drawing more moans from her lips.

Tim’s hand moved faster over his small cock. He could not tear his eyes away from the sight of his wife’s hungry pussy devouring every inch of Millie’s superior length, from the way her belly bulged with each deep thrust, from the way her heavy breasts bounced freely. He should be appalled, but he’d never felt more turned on in his life.

Millie thrust up to meet her, driving even deeper. Evelyn’s moans grew louder, higher, more ****.

“I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum so hard on her cock,” she wailed. “Watch me, Tim… watch your wife cum on a real cock!”

Her body tensed, then shattered. Evelyn cried out in a long, broken scream of pleasure, her pussy clenching visibly around the thick shaft as powerful spasms ripped through her. Just as Evelyn came, Millie looked over to Tim. The two locked eyes. She didn’t say a word. Not our loud. She didn’t have to. Her look said everything. “I own this pussy.” “Your wife prefers me.” “You’re not enough.”

Tim came while looking into Millie’s eyes. It might have been his wife’s moans, or might have been the sheer humiliation he felt in that moment, but Tim came as hard as he could remember. His body doubled over as the pleasure overtook him. He came into his hand as his hip bucked up involuntarily.

Millie groaned deeply and thrust up one final time, burying herself to the hilt. Thick ropes of cum flooded Evelyn’s womb, so much that it began to leak out around the tight seal of her stretched pussy, dripping down onto Millie’s balls and the couch beneath them. Her strong, forceful thrusts made Tim’s bucking hips look pathetic. The amount of seed running down her balls was more than Tim could produce in a month.

Tim felt defeated. Millie looked over at him, who was already putting his softening cock away in shame.

“I hope you enjoyed the show. Clean yourself up and get to work.” she said calmly, one hand lazily stroking Evelyn’s back. “I expect you back here after work for our next training session.”

As he walked out the door, he glanced back one last time. Evelyn remained cradled in Millie’s lap, both of them wrapped in the warm, lazy glow of intense satisfaction, her full breasts rising and falling peacefully against the taller woman’s body.

He was late for work again.

And the ache between his legs told him he would spend every minute of the day replaying the scene over and over again in his head.