YOU Get Cucked Part 2

Change of plans? What in the hell was she talking about?

Through your bedroom door steps a man who could be Chris Hemsworth’s body double. Shoulder length wavy blond hair, tanned, and with piercing blue eyes this stranger was not the meek business traveler your wife had described. For one he was far too young, looking to be around the age of a college undergraduate, and also…he had on a tight fitting black vest, already hanging open, with the symbol of the lounge your wife had gone to stitched into the breast. She had brought home the fucking waiter!? He must have overheard her and the original guy talking and somehow gotten involved in the situation. The dude had to pushing nearly six and a half foot tall with wide strong shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. Even through his clothes his hulking physique made it more than obvious the guy didn’t miss many trips to the gym. He doesn’t make direct eye contact with you as he steps in but subtly acknowledges your presence just in the way he stands. Seeming to be in a hurry he is already unbuttoning his cuffs.

You sit there stunned at the physical specimen whose presence loomed over the entire room. You loved your wife, to you she was absolutely beautiful, but bless her heart she was no pin-up girl on her best day. You hadn’t a clue how she managed to pull an Adonis like this guy. The answer promptly follows.

“So are you paying me before or after?” He says as he moves to unbutton his white collared shirt.

“My husband will pay you after.”

“Right, your…husband.” With an awkward grimace his blue eyes flit your way for just an instant and you feel your cheeks warm with a humiliated blush.

“No judging.” She says to him. “You promised Brody.”

Christ, his name was Brody? For some weird reason that made it worse.

“Right.” He says as he tries to ignore you. He pulls his shirt apart to reveal his chiseled physique.

You knew this moment was going to be weird but this was more than just weird. You had given her carte blanche on choosing a man but there were all sorts of things about this that didn’t feel right. The sudden change up had caught you off guard. His youth had knocked you for a loop. This kid ought to be coming to you about a job not fucking your wife. His size and build and natural good looks humbled you more than you wanted to admit. The guy was a fucking stud, the type of guy who could get any girl he wanted. Also, his awkwardness was contagious. He was not experienced at this sort of thing, as new to this as we were, and that rose the nervy tension already hanging in the air. Plus you were suddenly paying for this now? That part had never been discussed. This wasn’t at all what you’d imagined. You were on the verge of standing up and calling a halt to this when your spouse suddenly takes charge of the situation.

“Oh my God!” She says stepping up to him, her wide eyes ogling his exposed pecs and six pack abs. “What a body!”

You’re not entirely sure why, probably something to do with to blood surging into your suddenly swelling cock, but your objection goes unspoken and you settle back into the chair mesmerized by your wife’s reaction to this stranger’s perfect body.

He peels his shirt back and off of his shoulders, he has to pause as his tight sleeves get caught up on his bulky biceps. As he is stripping his shirt and vest off your wife’s hands are all over him. She gropes his thick pecs and runs her fingers down his tight abdomen. Everything was shaved, smooth as butter, and she liked it. Her big awestruck eyes that never once looked away told you that. Her desirous gaze soaked in his manly form like a parched sponge in a puddle.

“God damn boy!” She gasps.

Having wriggled from the sleeves of his shirt he lets it drop to the floor behind him. Brody towers over your wife and looks down at her, it was soooo weird seeing another man standing over her like that. He takes her shoulders in his large hands and bends down to kiss the top of her head. “Don’t call me boy.” His voice didn’t yet have the gravel of age but is still deep and full of authority.

Flustered and flattered she giggles in that way she did when she was horny. “Yes Sir!”

They had barely begun and your dick was already hard enough to drive nails. You didn’t really like what was happening here but holy hell was it hot! The little jealousy play the pair of you had experimented with before this was child’s play compared to seeing an actual man here touching her. Watching them from the side and only six feet away you had a front row seat to the most erotic show in the world.

She kisses his bare chest. He runs his hands down her back. She runs her fingers down his sides. He reaches down and fills his hands with her ass. The more they touched the more comfortable they became with each other.

Still you sit there in rapt attention. Unable to make a peep or look away you watch it happen.

Standing at the foot of the bed the testing touches grow in confidence and before long they had progressed to heavy petting. Brody grabs your wifes breasts through her dress and dives down to suck the side of her neck. “Ohhh fuck!” She lets out a hot sigh of passion as her fingers claw down the contours of his sculpted back. He nibbles her ears as she takes a handful of his blond hair and moans. “Ohhhh!”

Still you sit there apart and forgotten. They were engrossed in each other now, your presence was the furthest thing from their minds.

Off comes her dress followed quickly by her bra. Oh Christ, he had her down to just her panties! He paws her breast and grips it hard as his other hand grabs a handful of her soft ass. He is all over her. He grabs her body in his big strong hands. He sucks and licks her tits like he fucked owned them. He gropes and kneads her ass, even laying down a sharp spank now and then. And he rubs her panty clad pussy, a growing spot of dark in the cotton revealing just how wet she is. He handles her body like only you had done since the pair of you had started going steady all that time ago, and man does she respond.

“Ooohhh! Fuck yessss!” She sighs. “Ohhhh Brody!”

Still you sit there watching your wife being ravished by a younger man. You don’t even remember doing it but you suddenly find your cock out and in your hand. Unable to control yourself you lean back and stroke. Its not like you were being watched anyway.

Your wife’s hands grab onto the young man’s belt and with the impatience of lust unbuckles it. Your eyes widen, your strokes quicken. With a brazenness only an alpha could pull off he puts his hand on this hips and looks down watching her desperately scramble for his package. She undoes the button, zips down the fly of his black slacks, then grabs the waistband of his tight briefs and yanks them down. Out spills a monster!

Her eyes bulge as Brody’s massive manhood flops out into the open air. He had a good chub going, not fully flaccid but not hard either, yet his young manhood already dwarfed your own. You are at standing at full mast yet he must have had two inches on you already with a girth at least twice your own. Thick protruding veins snaked up the prodigious length and his fat tawny knob looked as big as a tennis ball.

“Ho…ly…shit!” Wifey exclaims as she bears witness to the biggest dick of her life. She tentatively takes in her hand, seeming to need to touch it to believe it, not even reaching all the way around her fingers squeeze the fat cock. “You never told me you were hung Brody! Oh my God! It’s fucking huge!”

Your wife had a cock that made yours look utterly pathetic by comparison in her hand right there in front of you!

Your orgasm hits you like a lightning bolt from a clear blue sky, taking you completely by surprise. It came upon you so swiftly and so uncontrollably you had not chance to grab something to catch it. You hadn’t planned on doing this so there wasn’t a tissue in reach when it happened.

“Nnnnngh!” You groan despite yourself as your seed shoots like a geyser up into the air to come splattering back down over your clothes. “Hnnngh, hnnngh!” More thick blasts of nut butter follow.

Drawn by the sudden noise you watch in horror as both their heads turn your way in time to witness your VERY premature nut. In his hard blue eyes, disgust and contempt. In hers, mirthful amusement and you swear just a dash of pity. All you can do is sit there under their gaze grunting and bucking and cumming like the two pump chump you were. Perhaps trying to save your pride, though it was too late for that, she reaches up and turns his head away from you and back to her.

“Never mind him.” She whispers.

As you are squeezing the dregs of your nut from your still throbbing average sized dick you were already invisible to them again. You cheeks burning with shame you sit in your own mess. Humbled and humiliated you sit quietly and watch.

The trousers fall from his hips to reveal lean muscled thighs. Your spouse starts to stroke Brody’s schlong. The shock in her face was quickly transforming into erotic joy. She had gotten a lot more than she bargained for and she was not complaining. The anaconda lurches in her grasp as it grew to her touch. She gazes at it with a sort of hushed reverence.

“God, it’s so heavy.” She whispers as she feels it and studies it closely. “How big?”

“Ten inches.” He answers with confidence. “Six and half around.”

“Sweet Jesus!”

“Just born this way. If you’re having second thoughts…”

“NO!” She shakes her head. “No, I’m…good.”

Your heart is sinking as your wife’s arousal is rising.

“You’re sure old minuteman there is cool with this?”

“Pfft! He wanted this.” She says without even a glance your way, her eyes still glued to the man meat in front of her. “It’s not like size matters anyway.” Even as she says that she takes his dick and lightly clubs it against the palm of her other hand, a deep fleshy thud accompanies each hit. “God almighty!”

“If we’re doing this, let’s do it.” He says. “I still got shit to do tonight.” This may have been a big deal to you and your spouse but to Brody this was just something squeezed in between work and the gym. God this whole thing had a weird energy to it.

With both hands she continues stroking hin, the ring you put on her finger on your wedding day glinting in the lamp light. “Alright Brody, I hear ya.” She says, she seemed antsy with both anticipation as well as a dose of intimidation. She sits on the bed, her eyes like saucers as she stares face to tip with big white schlong. Needless to say that was a sight you never expected to see.

Impatiently Brody takes his dick back from her, points it toward her partially open lips, and roughly jams his bulbous knob right on in.

“Mmmph!” The shocked look on her face would have been comical in another context.

“That’s it. Suck it slut.”

Were you just going to sit there as this punk called your woman a slut!? Yes, that answer is yes. You felt as powerless as the half flaccid spent dick still in your hand.

Brody grabs your wife’s head and starts to thrust. His meat bends…then slides through her tight lips and stretches as he pulls back again. Her hands grip his hips as she holds on and lets her mouth be used. In and out he thrusts in long slow strokes as she sucks him hard. The stiffer he got the more trouble she was having with him, he was so fucking thick she could barely take him past his glans, but to her credit she does her best.

“Ahhh yeah, that’s it. Suck my dick you old married slut.” He hisses. “Yeahhh, just like that.”

“Mrrrrm!” She growls lustily as she slurps and smooches his tip. “God damn boy! My fucking jaw is…mmmmph!”

He jams his cock back into her mouth mid-sentence. “Don’t call me boy!”

The slow blow job quickens into quick shallow strokes as the waiter fucks your wife’s mouth. “Mmm! Mrrrmmph! Glllrrmmm!” Holding on for dear life she moans and groans and gags as she’s used. Not once does she pull away or make a sound of objection, between her spread legs the spot of dark had grown from seam to seam of the crotch of her panties. All at once he pulls away. Streamers of spit stretch out from your woman’s open lips as she gasps for air. Panting like a dog she looks up at him like he were God himself. He slaps his now hard and wet cock over her face and she smiles, closing her eyes and relishing the feeling of it. You’d seen some big cocks in porn videos but seeing it in person was a whole other thing. Glancing down at your own sad slumping penis you had never felt more inadequate as a man as you did right now.

“Come on.” He says brusquely. “Let’s go.”