Wait... he thought, did he just call it good, tasty cum?

After his girlfriend sucked me dry, I had to take a leak and a break. But I wanted her cheating pussy one more time, with her boyfriend being present in his apartment. He was still standing at the bed's end in his bedroom, watching us as his girlfriend and I were lying on his bed all sweaty and naked after a great fuck.

Her boyfriend couldn't believe that she had gobbled all my cum and even scooped up some more from her chin, proudly swallowing it, teasing him, continuously looking at him and afterwards showing him her empty mouth. The worst part is that he swallowed some male cum too, and it didn't even taste bad. Quite the opposite, it was like a sweet nectar. Not like bee honey, but still, it's a tiny bit salty with a sweet aftertaste.

He was wavering between wanting some more and not liking it. Would she stay with him if he swallowed some more male cum? He might even kill two birds with one stone; he would try again to see if he likes it and test if she would not break up with him. He wasn't very lucky with women, so maybe this was the moment for him to sacrifice something and keep his girl.

What surprised him was that the way she had treated him just now caused him to have a hard-on. She had this dominant, mocking air about her, daring him, which he found truly erotic. He wasn't gay, but something deep in him whispered that he wanted more of that "new" girlfriend. He wasn't sure if he would suffer from it; in the worst case, he could always still break up with her.

If she let him.

What annoyed her boyfriend was the size of the stranger's cock. First, he heard her grunt like an animal as she was lowering herself on his throbbing rod, and she couldn't even stop impaling herself as he yelled at her to stop. And then came that sudden change in her as he had insulted her. Something must have snapped, because she started provoking him, telling him how big it was and how deep it went. But only then, when she was able to say coherent phrases. She had ragged breathing as she was fucking herself with that massive cock that she had never heard before.

He had to admit that for him, the sexiest part of her cheating was, as she was directly looking at him, on all fours and wiggling her butt to invite the stranger to fuck any hole as he pleased. And as she was penetrated, that "working frown" on her face said it all, as she was trying to cope with his very large invasion. Her pussy was trying to stretch wide enough for his girth, and he was sure it went much deeper than he ever could.

Maybe he was not the right man for her? He read fiction about married women who cheated because of cock sizes; is this what it felt like? This stranger sure had a premium cock compared to his. And his balls were colossal. No wonder there was so much good, tasty cum around.

Wait a moment, her boyfriend thought. Did he just call it "good, tasty cum," he wondered?

At what moment in life do you have to change your own settings? he thought. When something big occurs? Well, the stranger's cock was for sure big. The sounds his girlfriend made as he was stuffing her womb made it irrelevant if you saw his majestic cock working that pussy or not. Her grunts, sighs, moans, and cries made it crystal clear. His girlfriend was having the sex of her lifetime, and he couldn't stop her.

She already had always been the decisionmaker in their relationship, deciding which restaurant they go to, which club, what to buy in the supermarket, and so on. Sometimes she even told him what to wear. She liked telling him what had to be cleaned, so yes, no wonder his place was so neat. So, yes, for sure she was the dominating part of both. Maybe he liked that; perhaps his subconscious was already embracing it, but he started slowly discovering it right now. He did have a hard-on while watching...

...

"Paul," I asked him again, because he didn't react to my initial question, "where is your bathroom?"

Her boyfriend was speechless. In movies the guy fucking your girlfriend would normally hurry to run away. This guy wanted to take a piss. While his brain was still processing this, his right arm showed unconsciously to the right, pointing to a door at the end of the other little corridor.

"Can I come with you?" His girl asked.

"Sure," I answered. "Can you hold my cock while I pee?"

"Cool, yes!" She laughed, finding it funny, to have a common pissing project. She had never held a cock while peeing, so yes, she was curious and eager to hold my cock.

"Let me quickly put my top on; his bathroom is a bit cold." She added.

Once she came after me inside the bathroom, I said, "Now remember to aim, babe; you don't want to send my piss all over your boyfriends' tiles, right?"

"We'll see!" She laughed, following me.

His bathroom was nice, very clean, with fresh towels on a small cabinet and a very clean shower; I was impressed.

I stepped in front of the toilet and said, "Babe, you have to do the whole thing now," I told her.

"Lift the seat, get my cock in your right hand, and aim. It's best to stand slightly to the right, behind me, but close, so you can grab my cock and aim. Do you write with your left or right hand?"

"My right," she answered.

"Good. Go ahead."

She stepped very close to me, radiating that lovely body heat of hers, pushing her naked tits and her flat stomach against my back. I could smell my cum on her breath. Her small hand grabbed my still quite hard rod, and she had to giggle.

"This is funny," she said. "How can you pee if it is pointing upwards?" She asked, smiling. "You spray around?"

Good point.

"I sometimes stay hard after cumming. It doesn't happen often, perhaps four, five times a year. It is when I am very horny," I said. "But if you keep rubbing my cock up and down, it for sure will remain hard, honey."

Just then, I heard her boyfriend's voice behind us. "Can I watch?" As he blurted out.

"Watch him pee?" His girlfriend asked incredulously. "Why? You like his big cock? Do you want to hold it?"

"No, eh, just watch and see if it gets smaller," Paul answered.

"But Paul, baby, after he is done, I will suck him big again. Really big. And extremely hard. So hard he could hit you with it in the face, and he will for sure fuck me deep and long again; I am sure of that. For the third time! He is not like you, with your ridiculous one-time, one-minute sex."

"Oh, Paul," his girlfriend added, "The mere thought that his full balls will fill my womb again with his baby seed makes me wet already."

"That's OK, I can stay," he answered.

"It is not about his cock getting smaller, right Paul?" His girlfriend asked. "It is about his cock getting hard again, and you want to see it penetrate your cheating slut's cunt, don't you, Paul? Do you want to hold his cock as well when I back up my unfaithful cunt against it?"

She looked at me, and we both understood right away. His behavior had changed. I just nodded at her. We both already knew I was not done with her cheating pussy yet, but we didn't expect an eager watcher. Because of his presence, my cock stopped being hard, to an acceptable "pee level." She saw this and gently bent my cock downwards, pointing towards the toilet.

I cannot pee right away after cumming. It takes a bit of relaxation for me, plus for me, a guy watching another guy pee was weird. Even weirder, his girlfriend was holding my penis as I started peeing. But anyway, I managed to let the flow of urine out. Paul's girlfriend was very focused on aiming the golden stream into the center of the toilet bowl, and I could see the focus in her face, so I decided to tease her a bit by wiggling my pelvis left and right.

"Oh, stop it." She laughed. "If you continue like that, you might hit my boyfriend." She said, giving me a weird, almost asking look.

This gave me an idea. With some effort, I was able to stop peeing. At the same time, I whispered in her ear to call her boyfriend to get closer so he could have a look at my cock.

"Paul, stand over here." She simply commanded, pointing with her free arm to the area on my left.

As soon as he stood there, I whispered to her, "If you aim at him, I can continue peeing, if you want."

A devilish grin came on her pretty face as she lifted my cock, pointing it at his shoes. For me it was the true smile of a domina, being in charge and loving the humiliation her little boyfriend was about to get.

"Stand still, Paul." She said, "Let's see if you are truly faithful to me."

Her boyfriend didn't understand it and kept looking at her, trying to figure out why she was grinning. As I started peeing again, this time on his pants, just below his knees, it took him a little while to understand what was happening. Only then, when he looked at my cock again, did he see where the stream was going to, and it was not the toilet bowl.

"If you move, it's over, Paul." She added, as she moved my cock up and down, sending the urine stream on his jeans, shoes, and socks. Soon I was done, but the damage was there. From halfway down his knees to his sneakers, everything was wet from my piss.

I think we have a true Domina coming out here, I thought. She is humiliating him at the very first chance, with me as a spectator. Just wait until she starts shopping for things like penis cages and strapons. "His ass will be truly hers," I grinned. What do you call the partners of a domina, I wondered. Is that a cuckold as well or a ****? Who cares if everybody is happy?

I instructed her to "Now shake my cock three, four times to get rid of the last couple of drops."

Which she willingly did. The last drops went everywhere, left and right, on his bathroom floor.

"All set," I praised her.

"Paul, get out of all your clothes before you get a cold, and go stand in your bedroom corner, near the door, so you can watch," I said to the poor cuck.

Turning my face to his girlfriend, I asked her, "Are you ready to suck my salty cock?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

"You might taste some urine; will you swallow that too?" I asked her.

She smiled. "Of course! A cock is a cock," replying. "I already have half a gallon of sweet-salty baby cum in my stomach; those salty drops will be my flavor enhancer."

As we crawled on the bed, her boyfriend was already undressing. He stood there, with shirt and boxers on, in the corner, as I told him to. But not quite. His girlfriend was very supportive and told him to get rid of the rest as well. Her tone of voice did not tolerate any protests he might have had; he simply stripped completely. The funny thing was that his pecker was hard as a pencil! This was crazy, I thought; he likes to be bossed around. Yes, I was sure that soon he would get his first strap-on dildo in his ass.

"How do you want me?, she asked, on all fours again"

"Yes." I replied, "It is pussy time again."

"Oh Paul, he is going to fuck me in my pussy again. Better stand over there." His girlfriend telling him what to do, pointing at a spot beside his bed, "So you can watch his predatory cock take me."

Paul did as told.

She quickly praised him, "Good boy. Now watch his penetration of my cheating snatch, and don't touch your little weeny! Are we clear, Paul?"

"Yes." Her boyfriend mumbled.

I secretly aligned my cockhead against her tight anus opening without telling her and started pushing. I didn't get the big mushroom in so easily and had to hold my cock longer than expected.

"Oh Paul!" She cried, "He takes my third hole tonight!" As she groaned from the big pressure against her little poop hole.

I kept pushing as she readjusted the angle of her very accommodating ass to offer me the best possible penetration. Boy was she tight. As if her back passage hadn't been fucked for a while. Still holding my cock, the big mushroom finally "plopped" in. Grabbing her waist, I now pushed harder and was then able to get half my cock past her unexperienced exit muscles.

"Oooh Paul!" She cried again, "My sphincter is stretched like a cow's. OOOH so goooood!"

I kept pushing; my cock was now more than halfway in, without any lube. "Good girl," I thought. "What a nasty slut you are."

"He just split me in two, Paul. My poop hole will never be the same, Ooooh! I just lost all my bowel control. Oh! Oh!" She whined, loving it.

I pulled my cock back all the way, the big head passing by her anal muscles again, and I started working those muscles by only slipping the cock head in and out as I held my cock firmly in my right hand, stretching her sphincter time after time. The sensation was heavenly, both for me and her. First, the pressure of pushing my fat champignon against those fighting muscles, then successfully invading her butthole, the anal muscles giving up, and then pulling out again, causing a delicious friction.

She loved it and tried each time to push back against me to get her bowels properly filled, but I didn't allow that; I wanted her pooper muscles stretched so she could shit herself soon. Slowly, after like fucking her for like ten minutes that way, her anal muscles gave up the fight, or better said, they were stretched enough for my cock's size.

As I looked at her bunghole, I could see it was now almost as round as her cunt opening. To reward her, I started fucking her as deep as possible, all the way in. Each time, when I was deepest, the tip of my cock hit the bend in her anal canal, and she moaned from the sheer mix of pain and pleasure.

"Ooooh, Paaaaul, look what he is doing to your girlfriend." She wailed, trying to hold herself steady on the mattress.

Her boyfriend Paul had a perfect view from the side of the bed where he was standing of her preferring a much bigger cock from a stranger than his penis. He saw her hard nipples poking against her skimpy shirt, pointing towards the bed, as her tits were hanging, moving freely with each thrust back and forth. Her facial expressions said it all. She was being fucked raw by a real stallion.

She deserved this, her boyfriend now understood. I can never give her this amount of pleasure with my penis. And yes, he had to admit, his penis was very tiny compared to that large piece of meat, which was right now destroying her back passage for all eternity. Her grunting went on and on, her poop tunnel trying to cope with the permanent drilling she was getting.

If he understood correctly, she had now had that majestic cock in all three holes. Her cunt had been used first, on his sofa, by the cum stains he later found on his hand and on the armrest. The stranger had just started fucking her again as he arrived home, and at the end, he saw her swallow all his semen. Now her ass was being ravaged, and he knew for sure that she would get a third round of strong seed, all within two hours. He was impressed by so many things that he wanted to help her mate with her stud.

The friction didn't leave my balls sleeping, not doing anything, and I could sense that they were slowly preparing a seed donation. But I am more of a pussy-man, so I told her that my seed was going to be visiting her womb instead.

She moaned, almost having her first orgasm from the glorious rectum fucking, but willingly would have my cock in her cunt.

"Stay like this," I said to her.

Paul heard this too, and he knew that this was his chance to help her get well fucked. "Let me help," he said and got closer to the bed, grabbing my hard cock, which was still half in his girlfriend's anus. Even his hand looked small on it, as it was fully engorged and throbbing hot. His admiration grew by the minute. What a beautiful tool, he thought. The veins on it look so aggressive, so angry, pulsing blood to its most sensitive head and telling the balls when it is time to impregnate a receptive cunt.

I moved back and pulled my cock out of her colon while Paul was looking with affection at my rod. He then quickly placed the red throbbing head in between her swollen cunt lips, looked up at me, and nodded, confirming not only that he wanted me to voluntarily fuck his girlfriend, but also that it was in the right place.

She looked over her shoulder back at him, saying in a mocking tone, "Thank you, dear, for helping this bulldozer take my cunt. I really appreciate the effort."

I grinned. I did have once a husband helping me in such a way, but that husband had been a cuckold for life. This guy was just finding out about his new duties.

Her cunt was ready and sopping wet. There was almost no pressure needed sinking my cock balls-deep inside her. Probably there was still a lot of cum of mine lubricating it so nicely. I started right away at a nice fucking pace, taking my time, all the way in, and when pulling back, only leaving the mushroom inside. She loved the friction on her clit, but I decided I wanted to give her a bit more and wanted some help.

"Paul, go lie down under her and lick her clit for me," I said.

Paul's eyes lit up; he was finally participating. He quickly walked to the other side of the bed, lay down on his back, and crawled under her, positioning his head right there, partially under her cunt and partially under the steady moving rod of mine.

It took him some effort, but finally he was able to reach her clit with his tongue and started dabbing and licking it. At the same time, he was so kind as to spread her ass with both hands, so her pussy was as wide as possible for me. The only thing he could not prevent while licking her clit was not licking at the same time as my rod was sliding in and out. I didn't mind. The only thing I had in mind was to let her cum first and then overflow with new cum in her hard-working slit. Perhaps enough to start leaking on her boyfriend.

The clit licking was not lost on her, and she went crazy from all the different kinds of erotic sensations. Her pussy is getting well fucked again, the fat rod rubbing her very sensitive clit, her ass still gaping from the bashing it had just received, and her boyfriend assisting her with the wicked cheating. And now he started licking her too! And right then, as she couldn't handle anything else, her lovely stud increased his pace and started seriously fucking her with hard, quick shoves.

All she could do now was moan, in sync with the fucking. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh."

The view Paul had before was now blurred. He had her pussy juices leaking on his face, and the large rod was simply hammering her cunt, just above him.

"A little bit more." She groaned. "Arrrghh... Juuuust a liiitle bit...OH! OH! OH!

"Ooohh yes... Now... OH! Ooooh yesss... Do me, honey!" She screamed at me.

"Three more shoves, babe," I told her, organizing both orgasms for us.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"NOW!"

"AAAAARGGGHHH!" She kept screaming as she came on my cock like an animal, her breath ragged, and puddles of shiny sweat were all over her skin. The screams soon turned to moans of ecstasy as my cock exploded, flooding her pussy with my thick seed, and wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure ran through her entire body.

"Uuuuugghh," I grunted at the same time, cumming as hard as she did, closing my eyes as her already tight cunt was milking my balls like crazy, and millions of baby makers swam deep inside her willing womb.

Time passed by and slowly we found ourselves again. We had completely forgotten about her boyfriend, who was still with his face lying under her now-cum-leaking twat. I saw this and pulled my flaccid cock out, causing a flood of cunt juices mixed with my own cum to suddenly leak out of her.

She felt what had happened without looking and commanded her boyfriend, "Lick me clean, Paul."

I stood up, got dressed, and gave her a long, tongue-deep lover's kiss while gently holding her head. She moaned, and not only because of my kiss. Paul was being a good boy, taking care with his mouth of her cum filled pussy.

We didn't say goodbye, and I left.

The end.

...

Spoiler

That was the last time I saw her or her boyfriend. I still do not know her name or where she lives, since I never went to her place, and I can't remember exactly where his place was. We fucked bareback, and I do not know if she was on the pill or not. Are they still together? Perhaps.