The first Taste

The moment I left the room under the pretense of “giving them space,” my wife wasted no time. I heard the bedroom door creak open and the low, filthy chuckle of the old man as she dragged him inside by his grimy hand. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. I couldn’t stay away. Quietly, I crept back down the hallway and positioned myself at the cracked door, peeking through the narrow gap like the pathetic voyeur I had become.

The sight that greeted me made my knees

[weak.

My](http://weak.My) wife was already topless, her enormous, heavy breasts bouncing free from the confines of her tight white top. Those massive, soft orbs—easily the size of melons—jiggled and swayed with every movement, capped with thick, puffy nipples that were already rock-hard with arousal. Her skin was flushed pink, a light sheen of sweat making her look even more delicious. She stood proudly in front of the filthy old homeless man, her leggings still clinging to her thunderous thighs and gigantic ass, but her upper body completely exposed for him.

The old man’s rough, dirty hands were all over her immediately. His grimy fingers—nails blackened with filth—sank deeply into the soft, pale flesh of her tits, mauling them possessively. He squeezed hard, watching the fat spill between his digits as he kneaded her like dough. Her nipples were pinched and tugged between his yellowed fingers, pulled outward until she let out a throaty moan of pure pleasure.

“Mmmhh~ Oh yes, Daddy… just like that,” she purred, arching her back to push her massive chest further into his hands. “You’re making me so hard right now… naughty girl…”

Her voice was thick with lust as one of her soft hands reached down and boldly stroked his thick, smegma-covered cock. She had already pulled his shorts down, freeing the monstrous, unwashed organ. It was veiny, dark, and absolutely filthy—days, maybe weeks of built-up white-yellow smegma caked around the head and under the foreskin. The pungent, musky, unwashed stench rolled out in thick waves, so strong I could smell it clearly even from the hallway. It was a heavy, masculine reek that made my eyes water and my own cock throb painfully.

Yet my wife inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering in ecstasy as if it were the finest cologne in the world. She brought her nose closer to his cock, breathing it in again with a shameless moan.

“God, look at that… dirty cock…” I whispered to myself, shamefully rock-hard, my hand unconsciously pressing against the bulge in my pants.

She must have heard me, or perhaps she simply knew I’d be watching, because she glanced toward the door with a wicked, half-lidded smile. “Mmm, can you smell him too, honey? Come closer if you want a better view. Mommy’s about to worship this nasty, stinky cock~”

The old man grunted, his hands still mauling her tits as he thrust his hips forward, smearing a thick streak of smegma across her palm. “Fuck… yer one dirty bitch for a married woman. Most ladies run from a smell like mine.”

“That’s exactly why I want it,” my wife replied breathily, dropping to her knees in front of him with surprising grace for her size. Her massive breasts rested heavily on his thighs as she stared at his cock with hungry adoration. “Proper clean boys like my husband can’t make Mommy’s pussy drip like this. But a nasty, filthy Daddy like you? Mmmph~”

She stuck out her tongue and dragged it slowly up the underside of his shaft, collecting a thick glob of smegma. She swirled it in her mouth visibly, savoring the taste before swallowing with an exaggerated moan. “So strong… so bitter and manly. My husband’s little cock tastes like nothing compared to this.”

I whimpered softly from my hiding spot, pre-cum soaking through my underwear as I watched my dominant Mommy wife degrade herself so eagerly.

She looked straight toward the cracked door while continuing to stroke him. “Hear that, babe? Mommy’s tasting a real man’s dirty cock. Doesn’t it make your tiny thing twitch knowing I prefer this filthy homeless dick over yours?”

“Y-yes, Mommy…” I muttered under my breath, too humiliated and aroused to stay silent.

The old man laughed, grabbing a handful of her dark hair and pulling her face closer. “Heh, yer hubby’s watchin’? Good. Watch this, boy.” He slapped his heavy, smegma-laden cock against her cheeks, leaving sticky white streaks across her flawless

[skin.

My](http://skin.My) wife giggled like it was the most delightful game. “Yes, Daddy, mark me. Cover Mommy’s pretty face with your nasty scent.” She opened her mouth wide, sucking the head of his cock between her lips. Obscene slurping sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing while her tongue worked under his foreskin, cleaning and savoring every bit of built-up filth.

“Slurp… mmmph… gluck… so thick… so dirty…” she moaned around his cock, her massive tits jiggling with every movement of her head. Drool and smegma mixed together, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving breasts.

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva and filth connecting her lips to his cock. “Honey, you should see how my pussy is soaking through my leggings right now. This smell… this taste… it’s making Mommy crazy. Come here and kneel beside me. I want you to watch up close while I worship Daddy’s cock.”

Trembling with shame and excitement, I pushed the door open a little wider and dropped to my knees just inside the room. The stench hit me full force now—overpowering, eye-watering, yet my wife was reveling in it.

“Good boy~” she praised, reaching out to stroke my hair gently with one hand while the other continued pumping the old man’s filthy shaft. “Look at all this smegma. Mommy’s going to eat every bit of it. This is what a real man’s cock looks like after days on the street. Doesn’t it make you feel small?”

“It does, Mommy…” I admitted, voice cracking.

She smiled lovingly at me, then turned back to her prize. “Thank you for the meal, Daddy. And for these fat tits earlier~” She lifted her massive breasts, wrapping them around his cock in a perfect titfuck. The soft, heavy flesh engulfed his dirty length as she bounced them up and down, smearing the smegma all over her cleavage.

The old man groaned loudly, his dirty hands returning to grope and slap her tits. “Fuuuck… best damn mouth and tits I ever had. Yer husband’s a lucky cuck.”

“He knows it,” she moaned, increasing the pace of her titfuck while occasionally licking the head of his cock as it poked out from between her breasts. “He loves watching Mommy get ruined by nasty dudes. Don’t you, babe?”

“Yes, Mommy… I love it…”

She leaned down and sucked hard on the head again, her eyes rolling back slightly in pleasure as more of his pungent flavor filled her mouth. Wet, sloppy sounds echoed—slurp, slurp, gluck—as she deepthroated as much as she could, gagging happily when his cock hit the back of her throat.

The contrast was overwhelming: my elegant, curvaceous wife on her knees, covered in filth, worshipping a dirty homeless man while I knelt beside her, leaking helplessly.

She pulled back for air, gasping and smiling with smegma on her lips. “Mmm… I can’t wait to feel this inside my pussy. But first, Mommy needs to make sure Daddy’s nice and clean… with my tongue.”

She pushed him back onto our marital bed and crawled between his spread legs, lifting his heavy, unwashed balls to her mouth. The humiliation reached new heights as she eagerly licked and sucked them, her moans vibrating against his skin.

From my position, I could see everything—her enormous ass up in the air, leggings darkened at the crotch from her arousal, while she serviced the nastiest cock she could find.

“This is just the first taste, honey,” she murmured between licks, looking back at me with pure dominant love. “By the end of the night, Mommy’s going to be properly bred by this filthy Daddy. And you’re going to thank him for it.”

My cock pulsed desperately in my pants as the real debauchery was only beginning