I sat there, feeling useless and impotent. With a raging hard-on, I felt abandoned. Shame kept me from masturbating to the screams of pain and pleasure that filled our house. Never had I expected anything like this. My mind untied from its mooring. I wondered if I had let our new arrangement get out of control. This wasn’t some guy off the street with Jessica. It was my best friend fucking my wife in her ass! And she made sure I knew how much she loved every inch of Rob’s dong.
What could I do, John? One minute my dick was rock hard being the voyeur as I was in Vegas. Then, moments later, I went soft, withered by the evil twins of jealousy and envy. Knowing the Black kid out in Vegas somehow got his huge black dick up my wife’s ass, I vowed that this would never happen again. Jessica broke her word with me and once again gave up her backdoor to a much bigger cock than mine.
My dick must have gotten hard at least a dozen times hearing my best friend fuck my wife. I wasn’t allowed to watch any of her defilement as I had expected. I had betrayed myself. Penis envy filled me up as never before because her screams drove home the truth. Just like in Vegas, another man’s enormous cock took my wife places I could not.
When things went silent, a calm befell me. They truly fucked the shit out of each other. In the deafening silence, I imagined Rob’s arms wrapped around my exhausted wife with his dick still firmly stuffed between her cheeks. Guys as big as Rob don’t go limp.
The clock read 6:47 when I heard our bedroom door open. I was groggy from a light slumber when Rob walked out and dropped himself next to me. Fingernail scratches covered his chest and shoulders. He was soaked in sweat while I watched him run his fingers through his hair. Just as he was about to succumb to sleep, he answered what I was about to ask.
“Ten times, Ron!” he said. “Ten fucking times she made me cum! I can’t ever remember anything like your wife! Jessica was an absolute animal. She wouldn’t stop. I blew my wad everywhere, but she wanted more. She destroyed me, man! You are the luckiest fucker in the world!”
I went into the bedroom and saw Jessica sprawled over our bed. Dead asleep, she had one arm hanging over the mattress’s side. Her face was covered with numerous streaks of dried sperm. Her neck had several hickeys. Innumerable streaks of spunk went up her back. I slowly spread her legs and saw my best friend’s work on her muff. His jism oozed out of her obscenely swollen pussy. Her asshole was deep red, with another stream of my friend’s semen seeping out her ferociously gaped hole.
John, I couldn’t help myself. Even though she was unconscious, I spread her legs further apart and plunged my dick into her cum-filled cunt. She was stretched out just as she was in Vegas. I didn’t care. Nor did I care if she woke up while I rammed her as furiously as I could until I emptied my balls into her.
I was pleased to the most possible extent I could. Even though my wife never awoke, I reclaimed her.