Several months ago Michelle, my wife of six years, introduced herself to a new neighbor who invited us over for dinner a week or two later. Our new neighbors, Alicia and Michael, had been married for three years and recently moved to San Antonio after Alicia found a new project management job in the city. After dinner, Michael and I were relaxing in the game room while the girls cleaned the dishes. I guess we had finished off a couple of bottles of wine over dinner and I was a little tipsy when Alicia brought out the after dinner drinks. Alicia downed hers and immediately suggested we join her outside to try out their new hot tub. Alicia began undressing right in front of the three of us and as she slipped in the hot tub she began coaxing Michelle to do the same. Michelle looked at me, laughed and followed Alicia into the tub covering her breasts with her arm and without taking off her panties. Michael quickly stripped and slipped next to Alicia as I stood there holding my glass, not sure I was interested in getting naked with our new neighbors.
After a few seconds of humiliation I put the glass down and took off my clothes, leaving on my white briefs ('ug, why didn't I wear boxers') as I slipped into the hot tub. The water felt good and with all of the alcohol in my system I was enjoying myself. Michelle began to fall asleep and we decided it was time to call it a night. Michelle and Alicia scurried into the house to dress leaving Michael and I to dress in the pool house. As I removed my wet briefs and dried off with a towel I had the strangest feeling Michael was looking at me. I turned and saw Michael's jaw open as he stared at my crotch. I quickly wrapped the towel around waist and gave him a quizzical look. Michael snapped out of it and said, "No offense, but you have the smallest cock I have ever seen!"
It was hard not to take offense. I didn't really know what to say. I had assumed I was average in length, maybe four inches or so when I was erect. I tried to laugh it off, assuming it was the booze talking, "Perhaps it is the cold air giving me a little shrinkage."
Michael couldn't let it go, "No, I am serious. Look at mine." He unwrapped his towel exposing his penis. It was really big. Maybe six inches and he wasn't erect.
Feeling more and more uncomfortable I wanted to ignore his comments, but I couldn't. Again, I tried to diffuse, "Maybe it isn't that I am so small, but that you are so big? You are hung like a horse. How do you fit that thing inside of Alicia?"
"Trust me, it fits just fine." Michael responded, "My question is whether or not Michelle can even feel you inside of her? Has she ever been with another man?" Michael was standing directly in front of me holding his penis in his hand. I think he was starting to get erect.
At this point I was starting to get red in the face and said, "That is none of your business, why don't you put that thing up before you hurt someone." I wished I had thought of something better to say as I regretted saying what I did almost immediately. Surely Michael was only saying these things because he was drunk. I just wanted to get out of there.
Michael smiled as his cock got bigger and bigger as he held it in his hand. I couldn't help but look at it grow, it really was massive. Michael, clearly drunk at this point said, "You know, Michelle might still be a virgin. I hope for your sake she didn't see this..."
I didn't respond, instead choosing to escape as quickly as possible. Hopefully Michael was drunk enough that he wouldn't remember what he said the next day. Michelle and I walked across the street to our house and collapsed in bed before I had a chance to mention my exchange with Michael.
The next week Michael was out watering his lawn as I returned from the gym. Michael waved and met me as I walked to the mailbox. He asked, "Did you mention our conversation to Michelle?"
I knew exactly what conversation he was referring to and he knew it too. I hadn't brought it up partly because I forgot and partly because I wasn't sure it was a good idea. I responded, "Nope, have you?" Giving a nervous laugh after asking.
Michael immediately denied saying anything to anyone. But continued, "Evidently Michelle might have seen a little more of me than she bargained for the other night. Yesterday she asked Alicia about 'size' asking if it mattered."
Michael then explained that Michelle confided in Alicia that she had seen my cock and had a million questions about what sex with me was like. Evidently it upset Alicia and while she didn't show it to Michelle, she was pretty angry. She wanted me to tell you so that you could handle it.
I asked, "Okay, so how do I handle it?"
Michael pulled a paper from his pants and handed to me. I unfolded it and saw what looked like a 9-inch strap on penis. It was hollow allowing for a smaller penis to fit inside. I couldn't believe Michael handed the paper to me. I tried to say something, but began walking away without saying a word.
Michael called out behind me, "Just give it a try, maybe she won't be so curious if you show her what it is like."
I looked around to see if anyone had heard, but we seemed to be alone. I threw the paper into my dresser and forgot all about it.
Of course the truth was never something that got in Michael's way. Michael HAD told Alicia about the size of my penis, he described me as microscopic. Ironically, Alicia was the one who was curious about the size of my penis.
Jill, the block captain hosted a block party each year on the same night as her husband's birthday. It is a running joke that Sam, Jill's husband, still thinks it is his birthday party. Anyway, we usually have a good time. First, I ran into Michael who asked me if I had taken his advice. The whole conversation annoyed me and I took the first opportunity to escape, admitting nothing.
After an hour of talking to Sam about his boat I went looking for Michelle, only to find her alone talking to Michael. Only recently did I learn what they were talking about. Evidently Michelle had NOT seen Michael's cock and the conversation Michael recounted between Alicia and Michelle was a complete fabrication.
Michael then furthered the fiction by describing the incident in the pool house in his own twisted way. He explained how I had been staring at his penis as we dried off. He insisted that I wanted to know how something so big could fit inside of Alicia. He went on to suggest that I bet that it wouldn't fit inside of Michelle. Michael then claimed that I began to get erect staring at his penis talking about whether or not it would fit inside of Michelle. Michael explained to Michelle that it was then that he realized it was my fantasy to let another man, a man who was well endowed to fuck his wife.
Michael explained that I would never admit it, but that I wanted her to sleep with him. He then went on to explains the virtues of making love to a man with a large cock as opposed to what she was used to. After she revealed to Michael that she was a virgin when she and I met he tried to convince her that she might still be a virgin. He then suggested that to prove it he would have me wear a strap on that was the same size as his cock. Michelle couldn't believe what he was saying, but it was too far fetched to be a complete fabrication.
The conversation intrigued Michelle as much as it bothered her. The fact that Michelle HAD been a virgin when we met so there had always been some curiosity there. When Michael saw me he quickly said goodbye and turned the other way. When I asked Michelle, "What was that all about?"
She said, "Oh nothing, just neighborhood gossip." Later in the evening I saw Alicia talking to Michelle and hoped that the topic wasn't about penis size and Michael. Ironically it was all about penis size, the size of my penis. Alicia who had just finished her fourth cocktail and was as drunk as usual, as delicately as one possibly can when they are three sheets to wind, asked Michelle what sex is like with a small penis.
Alicia pressed, "Michael said it looked like the penis of a small boy. He also told me your husband likes to watch you with other normal sized men."
Michelle was mortified. In a hushed voice Michelle countered, "That isn't true."
Alicia leaned closely and said, "Michael said that your husband asked him if he would be willing to have sex with you while he watched."
Michele started to get angry and explained, "He would have never suggested anything of the sort, you are drunk, leave me alone."
After seeing Michelle talk to both Michael and Alicia I realized I had a problem. Maybe Michelle was intrigued by Michael's size. I found the page he had printed off the internet and ordered the strap on prosthetic.
The next day Michael was raking leaves when I walked over to say hi. He told me that Alicia was pissed that Michelle was 'stalking' him at the party and that if I didn't do something Alicia was likely to explode. I told him I ordered the prosthetic and that I would try it the next week.
That evening the phone rang and Michelle answered saying hello, but nothing else. She just listened. She was turned away from me, so she didn't notice I was watching her. Before she hung up she said, "Please don't call again."
I asked her who it was after she hung up and she said, "I think it was one of the boys from down the street doing a prank call." I didn't put two and two together until much later. Evidently it was Michael confirming to Michelle that I had purchased the strap-on penis so that she could see what it was like to have his cock inside of her. He tried to convince her that I wanted her to make love to him, but that I knew she would never do it unless I could show her what she was missing. Michelle felt horrible for keeping Michael's conversations secret, but she knew they would only hurt me. I wished she had trusted me.
Not realizing I was playing into Michael's plan, I planned the evening perfectly. I took Michelle to a very romantic dinner and gave her a necklace I was saving for her birthday. She was thrilled. We shared a bottle of champagne and after we got home I handed her a gift-wrapped box. She couldn't believe I had bought her something else. I could tell she was getting a little suspicious. The box contained a very sexy set of lingerie and while she was in the bathroom putting it on, I put on the strap-on. I had to use KY to slide my already erect penis inside of it, I was hard just thinking about fucking my wife with the strap on for some reason. I turned off the lights and waited in bed for her to emerge.
Michelle looked amazing. She quickly climbed into bed and immediately realized something was up. She turned on the light on the nightstand and pulled down the covers to see. She was shocked, "What is that? What is this?"
I lied, "I just wanted to try something new, do you mind?"
She pushed, "Why are you doing this? Do you want me to sleep with other men? Do you want me to sleep with Michael?"
"Of course not", I said. I didn't understand what she meant and tried to explain that I just wanted to try something new. I tried to diffuse the situation by kissing her. She kissed me back reluctantly. I kept pressing until she gave in, dropping the issue. I wanted to give her the experience she was so curious about and assumed that once it was out of her system she would leave Michael and Alicia alone. At least that was my plan.
Michelle seemed to have warmed to the idea and grasped the strap on with both hands. She laughed out loud that she couldn't imagine how it was going to fit inside of her. She helped me lube it up with KY and made me promise to go slow. Then she said something that struck a cord, "Its like you are taking my virginity for a second time, be gentle."
I slowly worked the massive strap on inside of Michelle. She was very wet, but it took a while for her tiny vagina to accept it. Michelle has always been a 'quiet' lover, but the extra size caused her to come out of her shell. She made so much noise I was wondering if Michael and Alicia would hear us.
I was fucking my wife harder and faster than I can recall ever having done before, Michelle was enjoying it if her constant, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." comments were any indication.
By the time Michelle was having her third orgasm her eyes were wide open as she revealed, "Oh my God this is amazing, please don't stop." For my part I wasn't have a problem, the strap on made it easy to hold out.
I finally gave out from sheer exhaustion ten minutes later. As I collapsed she said, "I had no idea that sex could be like that, it was amazing."
Michelle had clearly enjoyed the strap on. I then asked her if she was ready for round two, this time without the strap on. After putting on a condom (Michelle can't use birth control) I climbed on top of her, she was still wet. Her vagina was still stretched out from the strap on and she commented, "I can barely feel you inside of me." I lifted her legs to create more friction, but Michelle stayed perfectly quiet as I quickly fucked her loose pussy. Just before I came Michelle asked, "Are you still inside of me?" After I ejaculated Michelle asked if I would use the strap on again.
I agreed and this time Michelle wanted to be on top. I put on the plastic penis, but my soft cock barely filled it, not that Michelle would know the difference. She held her breath as the strap on impaled her. She moaned as she moved up and down the shaft. Looking at me she coyly asked, "Did you see Michael's cock the other night? Is it really this big?"
The questioned confirmed for me the fact that she had seen Michael's cock and that she had told Alicia. I responded, "I guess so." Rightly or wrongly my response somehow confirmed for Michelle that I wanted her to fuck Michael. She continued to move up and down the shaft as she had what seemed like another orgasm.
Leaning forward as the orgasmic wave passed over her she breathlessly asked, "When you saw his cock did you think it would fit inside of me like this?"
I was starting to get bothered by all of the talk about Michael. I responded, "No."
Then she dropped the bomb, "Would you want to watch me have sex with another man?" Before I could respond, Michelle, feeling the wave of another orgasm, exclaimed, "I can't explain what it feels like. I feel so full, so satisfied. I wish you could do this without the strap on." Michelle arched her back and said as she started yet another orgasm, "We better stop using this or I won't be able to enjoy sex without it." Satisfied she climbed off of me. I was just about ready to ejaculate and asked if I could finish inside of her. She feigned exhaustion, but offered to give me a handjob. She propped her head up on her elbow and grasped my penis with her other hand. She stroked it quickly as she asked in quick succession, "It never seemed so small, until now. Were you embarrassed when Michael saw how small you were? Why did you get a hard on when you saw how big he was?"
I was about to cum as she finished her last question and could only say, "I don't know..."
Without realizing I had confirmed Michael's lie that I had been aroused when I saw his penis.
My semen shot on my stomach and Michelle laughed and then patted my penis lightly as she turned saying, "My only question now is whether not you would be more turned on watching me get fucked or watching him fuck me." Her tone was somehow condescending.
I didn't bother responding.
I offered to use the strap on several more times over the next few weeks, but Michelle wasn't interested in it or sex for that matter.
Again, I didn't learn about Michael's plan until much later. Evidently he called Michelle the day after I used the strap on and asked if she was still a virgin.
Michelle had just experienced sex in a new way, but she had no one, no one but Michael to share it with. She couldn't talk about it with her friends so she began sharing her private thoughts with Michael as if she were that college freshman I first made love to in the dorm. She shared a secret with Michael that only the two of them could understand.
She couldn't believe Michael was that big. Michael offered let her try the real thing, but she shut him down completely. There relationship was going to stay virtual she insisted. But that fact didn't stop Michelle from describing her orgasms in detail with Michael. He used these conversations to get closer and closer to my wife. Michelle still couldn't get a handle around the whole idea that Michael had picked out the strap on and that I obediently followed his orders and wore it.
Before long Michelle realized Michael was seducing her and she decided not to let it work. Of course she kept talking to him, it was just too fun, too naughty to stop. Michael begged her to have me use the strap on again, night after night, but she refused. She refused for three weeks, until finally she asked me where the strap on was. I pulled it out and she began getting undressed and to my surprise SHE put it on. Over the past weeks Michael had called her almost daily, wearing her down. Michelle knew the phone calls were wrong, knew they couldn't lead anywhere good, but she kept answering and kept listening. She began almost looking forward to the calls, but she always made sure that she didn't want him to call; part of her hoping he would ignore her wishes.
Michelle told Michael she wouldn't allow me to wear the strap on again, she wouldn't allow 'him' to invade her marriage again. But she kept taking his calls. Michael knew she wanted an excuse, a reason to have me wear it again and through his daily conversations he finally hit the right button when he suggested there was another reason I reacted to Michael's penis -- that I must be gay. Michelle couldn't stomach the idea that I might be gay. Michael told her to put on the strap on and see if I got aroused. If I did he told her to see if I would suck 'her' cock, if I did it was sure sign I was gay.
Of course I didn't know any of this and all I saw was my wife standing across the room wearing nothing but the strap on I had impaled her with three weeks earlier. She hadn't shown the least bit interest in sex since then and I didn't want to do anything to ruin the moment. I began wondering what she was planning. Would I let her try anal sex? I didn't think it would be physically possible.
Michelle put her hands on her hips and said, "Well, don't just stand there, get undressed."
I giggled to myself at the sight of my wife ordering me around with a massive cock. I dropped my clothes and climbed on the bed. My penis was partially erect, but again I didn't realize anyone was keeping score or paying attention. Michelle told me to sit on the edge of the bed facing her and she put one hand on her prosthetic cock and asked, "Are you turned on? Do you want some of this?"
I smiled and agreed on both counts, by this time I was fully erect.
Michelle after noticing my erection asked in her sexiest voice, "Do I remind you of someone?"
She stepped forward and pulled my head to her stomach, running her fingers through my hair asking, "Did you want to touch it? You can if you want to, no one will know."
I grabbed the strap on with on hand and pulled it toward me, jerking her hips as I did. It was kind of sexy in a strange way.
Michelle asked, "That's good. Tell me how you feel. Are you turned on?"
Still not completely understanding what was going on I responded, "You are making me so hot, are you going to fuck me?"
Michelle quizzed, "Is that what you wanted, you wanted to feel the cock inside of you? Why don't you suck it first?"
I didn't really have any desire to suck her 'cock', but I didn't see any harm in indulging her fantasy or whatever this was. I leaned down and put her cock in my mouth and sucked on it.
Then Michelle pulled my head down over the shaft of the cock until I almost gagged. I pushed back and she pulled and so I began giving her a blowjob. Michelle then asked, "Are you thinking about me or Michael right now?"
With that I spit out the strap on and said, "Gross! You of course; you know how to kill the mood."
She then said, "Do you want to feel what it feels like when Michael fucks you in the ass?"
I slapped her and said, "This isn't funny at all."
She refused Michael's demands for weeks, but now there seemed as if there was nothing to lose. Michael had her promise to let me fuck her with the strap on if I 'proved' to be gay. She had agreed and he also promised that if she kept her promise he would make love to her with the real thing the next day. It wasn't an offer or a question, but simply a statement of fact. By giving herself to the strap on, she would be giving herself Michael.
For her part, Michelle didn't ask me to use the strap on that night. To start she was freaked out at the whole proposition that I might be attracted to Michael. Secondly, she couldn't simply give herself to another man, the vows we took meant more to her than a relationship based on a few weeks of phone calls. The next day Michael called and Michelle told him what happened. Michael held up the fact that I was turned on by sucking a penis proved at best that I was a bi-sexual pervert or a closet-bound homosexual. Either would be a deal breaker for Michelle who had no tolerance for alternative lifestyles.
Several more weeks past and Michelle began to rely on her talks with Michael. They began to share much more than just sexual fantasies; they began to form a relationship. Michelle never told Michael, but she began to finger herself during their calls. She imagined letting him sleep with her as she gave herself emotionally to him. It had been more than two months since we had slept together and Michelle wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer. Michael knew she wouldn't be able to resist, but he didn't say anything.
Michelle told me she was in the mood and asked me if I would use the strap on again. I put it on and Michelle climbed on top of me. She began riding me slowly at first and then faster as she felt herself having an orgasm. Michelle asked me, "Did Michael tell you to get the strap on?"
I started to lie when Michele said, "Don't lie to me, I know he did. Why did you want me to feel what it was like to have Michael's cock inside of me? You knew I would be thinking of him when you fucked me with it. It is like you are teasing me, temping me. You must want me to sleep with him don't you?"
Her point was sound. Why was I doing this? I tried to explain; "...I thought if you got it out of your system you wouldn't be curious anymore."
Michelle slowed her pace and said, "Curious? I wasn't curious until you fucked me with the strap on, before that I was completely clueless as to what I was missing. How do you know I won't want the real thing now that I know the difference."
I tried to explain that I knew she would never cheat on me, but instead of saying anything Michelle leaned forward, closed her eyes and had her last orgasm. She climbed off of me and turned her back to me and fell asleep. I could barely sleep considering how much of a mess I made.
The next day Michael called her before I got home and she revealed that I had fucked her with 'his' cock last night. After she told him it was as if she were holding her breath, waiting, wondering if he would remember his promise to make love to her.
Neither one of them made a sound for at least twenty seconds until Michael finally said, "Are you sure you want this?"
Michelle finally responded softly, "I can't."
Michael understood and offered, "Do you want me to come over anyway?"
Without delay Michelle said, "Yes."
Michael rang the bell and Michelle let him in. She couldn't look him in the eye as he stepped in the door, but when he pulled her against his body they kissed awkwardly. Michelle could feel his cock pressing against her as it grew in his pants. She traced the outline of his penis with her fingers as she kissed him.
Michelle's emotions washed over her body until she finally pushed him away. She explained that she just couldn't do it. She couldn't cheat on me. Michelle turned and sat down on the couch as she stared at the floor wondering how she was going to get out of this mess. Michael stood in front of her, his erect penis clearly visible through his pants. Michelle couldn't help but look at it. Michael then asked, "Since I am here, do you at least want to see it?"
Michelle responded, "But afterward that you have to leave."
Michael dropped his pants and stepped out of them as he lowered his briefs revealing his semi-erect penis. Michelle was completely hypnotized by the monster. It was every bit as big as the strap on, but somehow more impressive. Michael asked, "Well, what do you think?"
Michelle offered, "It is bigger than I imagined. Will it fit inside of me?"
Michael responded, "There is only one way to find out, don't you want to see?"
Each second Michael held his penis it got bigger. Michelle could almost imagine the blood flowing from his heart, filling his massive organ as she watched.
Between the natural growth of the penis and Michael moving closer to Michelle, his penis was just inches from her face. Michelle wanted to touch it, but didn't dare. Then she saw it, a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip. It was turning into a larger and larger drop and without thinking; just before it landed on her couch she caught it with her hand.
The pre-cum was hot and sticky between her fingers. Michael's penis was almost pulsing in front of her eyes.
Michael whispered, "It's okay, you can touch it."
Michelle quickly looked up at Michael who had a serious look on his face and then her gaze shifted back to the monster before her eyes. Michael moved slightly forward and to avoid having his penis hit her face she reached up and grabbed it with both hands. Michael stood still as Michelle's fingers wrapped around the shaft of his cock.
Michael let out a tiny moan as she took control. Michelle realized the affect her hands had on him. The feeling was electric. She wanted to suck on the tip, but she resisted the temptation. Instead she began squeezing him between her fingers causing him to exhale loudly. She was starting to enjoy the control she had over him and she began to run her hands up and down his shaft.
Michael, "I thought we couldn't do this?"
Without warning Michael reached down and held Michelle's head and pulled her toward him until she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She immediately began sucking him as she continued to rub his cock. Groaning as she tasted him, she knew she had to stop, but couldn't.
Michael added, "Why don't you let me show you what you have been missing?"
Michael let go of her head took her hand to help her off the couch. Michelle stood next to him, completely frazzled. Michael smiled as he led her to our bed and watched as she undressed. She handed him one of my condoms, Michelle couldn't use birth control due to a medical condition, but when he tried to roll it on it broke. She gave him another and it broke too. He was too big for my condoms. Michael pushed Michelle down on the bed and began kissing her. She tried to resist, but only slightly.
Michael took his time, laying on top of Michelle he stared into her eyes as the tip of his penis pressed inside of her. He noticed when she grimaced and slowed his entry to allow her to expand to the appropriate size. Michelle would smile as the pain subsided and Michael knew he could continue.
Michelle whispered, "This is so much better than the strap on."
Once Michael was completely inside of her and began to make love to her he told her he was going to cum inside of her.
Michelle responded, "I am not on the pill, you could get me pregnant."
Michael said, "I think we should leave that in God's hands." With that Michelle wrapped her legs around him drawing him in more tightly. Fortunately, she thought to herself, she wasn't ovulating.
Michael wasn't satisfied just fucking my wife, he wanted her to love him. To give herself to him completely and to do that she would have to reject me.
Michelle writhing with pleasure as Michael brought her to orgasm after orgasm. As he did he asked her, "Has Michael ever been able to give you an orgasm?"
Michelle had assumed she climaxed during sex with me, but after several orgasms with Michael she realized she had never actually had an orgasm in her life. Michelle, between thrusts, said, "No... I've never felt anything anywhere close to this."
Michael continued to slam his cock into my wife as she continued to climax. Between thrusts he asked, "Do you ever think you could be satisfied by your husband again?"
Michelle didn't answer. After and hour or so of on and off again intercourse Michael had kept his promise having ejaculated inside of her at least two or three times he told her that he wanted her to have sex with me when I got home. He wanted there to be no question who she wanted to be with. She begged him not to 'make' her do it, but his control was complete and she agreed.
She was devastated, cheating wasn't something she was wired for. She was so confused. She blamed me. She blamed Michael. She blamed herself. When I got home she was still on the bed, naked with Michael's semen leaking out of her. Seeing me she ran to the bathroom, locked the door, showered and after an hour or so finally came out. I didn't have a clue what had just happened. The fact that she had just cheated on me didn't cross my mind, but I knew something was very wrong.
Michelle wanted to make love. She wanted to make love with me and not the strap on. We began having sex, our normal sex. Michelle was quiet and it didn't take long for me to ejaculate. When it was over Michelle began crying again. I was starting to think she was seriously screwed up. Was this depression? I asked her if she wanted to see someone. She lashed out at me saying, "I don't think I am the one with a problem, you are the one with the problem!"
It took an hour or so, but everything came out. The conversations with Michael; everything. Michelle cried when she realized that Michael had manipulated both of us. We forgave each other and vowed to make things work. I thought they did for a while. Michelle had stopped talking to Michael completely and it seemed like our lives were getting back to normal.
Michelle and I had been talking about having a baby for quite a while and while it seemed like a bad idea to me, we decided it was time to start trying. Michelle and I tried for several months, but it didn't seem like our hearts were in it. Michelle wasn't getting pregnant and she was thinking about seeing a doctor. We were both still getting over the ordeal with Michael. I don't think Alicia ever found out about what happened and she and Michelle remained friends. Michelle had shared our troubles with her and as a result Michael. Alicia, for her part, wasn't able to have children and evidently this had been an issue for Michael.
Michelle knew Alicia would tell Michael, what she didn't know was what Michael would do with the information. Two days later she had her answer. Michelle was ovulating and we were able to have sex when the phone rang. Michelle answered, it was Michael. She listened for a few seconds before telling him it was over, that he shouldn't call anymore. Another few seconds of silence from Michelle and then a "fine."
Michelle slowly hung up the phone as if she were trying to find a way to get me to understand. As the phone hit the cradle she said, "That was Michael. He is coming over. He wants to talk. I need him to understand it is over."
I argued, but Michelle insisted. She was going to end it once and for all. She implored me not to get involved, to stay in the room until she returned. No more than thirty minutes she promised and he would be gone. The door rang and Michelle kissed me on the cheek as she got up and closed our door behind her as she went to let Michael in. For my part I thought about going in there and giving him a piece of my mind, but Michelle had insisted. Getting involved further might make it worse. So I turned on the TV and tried to ignore the madness.
Michelle opened the door and let Michael in. Michael smiled at Michelle and asked, "Why did you agree to let me come over? What did your husband say?"
Michelle led him to the living room and said, "I thought you deserved to hear it in person, to hear that there is no 'us' and that I am happily married."
Michael smiled coyly at Michelle and countered, "I don't think so, I have another theory, want to hear it?"
Michelle shifted uncomfortably on the chair opposite from the couch where Michael sat. She answered, "Okay, what is it?"
Michael stood up and asked, "Mind if I get a little more comfortable?" Without waiting for an answer he began unbuttoning his shirt and then his pants until he was completely naked. His penis was almost completely erect and it was clearly upsetting Michelle.
Michelle begged him to stop undressing, at least until she saw his penis growing longer and fatter before her eyes. She thought to herself how huge it was, how good it felt inside of her. She wanted him inside of her and she knew he knew.
Michael began slowly caressing his cock with his hand as he watched Michelle stare at it. He then said, "I think you told Alicia that your husband wasn't able to get you pregnant so that she would tell me. I think you thought I would make another pass at you. A pass you wouldn't be able to resist. I think you want me to make love to you. I think you want me to cum inside of you again. I think you want to carry my baby, something you know Alicia can't do. I think you want to take control of something in your life. Of course the irony is that your husband 'wants' you to sleep with me, he secretly wants to watch."
Michelle looked down at her feet and began to cry. Michael told her to come to him. Obediently Michelle stood up and walked in front of him. Michael unfastened her nightgown and pulled down her panties. He slipped his finger in her vagina to see if she was wet, she was soaking wet. Feeling his finger inside of her she let out a yelp, a little louder than she intended. He then pulled her toward him, one leg on either side of him as he helped her position herself over his massive cock.
Michelle began talking, talking fast. She was telling Michael that she couldn't, she couldn't do it. That this was a mistake. Michelle was holding herself up over his waiting cock. The tip would lightly brush against her vagina as she shifted her weight from leg to leg. Each time she felt his penis touch her she would shudder and let out a little moan of surrender.
I thought I heard something and muted the television. I could hear Michelle's fast talking, not what she was saying, but there was panic in her voice. I opened the door and asked, "Michelle, is everything okay?"
Michelle stopped when she heard my voice. Her body stopped at the same time and Michael pressed the tip of his penis against her vagina. Michelle felt the pressure of Michael's penis and opened her vagina slightly, her lips wrapping around his head as she did. The tip of Michael's penis was inside of her as she stared into his eyes and yelled back to me, "Everything is fine, give me a few more minutes, okay?"
Michael took hold of Michelle's waist and began pulling her down. She closed her eyes as she felt him sliding deeper and deeper inside of her. I closed the door and listened as Michelle silently fucked him.
Riding up and down on Michael's cock Michelle said, "if you cum inside of me I am almost positive you will get me pregnant."
Michael asked, "Do you want to get pregnant?
Michelle offered, "I don't know."
Michael didn't take long to ejaculate inside of her and as soon as he did she jumped up and put on her nightgown and panties. She kissed him quickly and whispered to him that he had to leave. She pulled him to the door and instead of leaving he opened the door and slammed it shut, still inside. Michael handed Michelle a bag he had left at the door. Michelle opened it and gasped.
Michael said, "Go to your husband and give him what he wants. He wants to watch, he deserves that much."
Michelle took the bag and came back to our room and told me that she still had feelings for Michael, that she didn't want them to affect our relationship. That she didn't want to hurt me, but that she couldn't get him out of her head. I couldn't believe it. She then said, "I want you to wear the strap on again."
Confused, upset and freaked out I put on the strap on and sat in the chair Michelle sat at the foot of the bed. Michelle then put a blindfold on me, a ball-gag, and padded cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Michelle left me there for what seemed like fifteen minutes, an eternity when you are bound and gagged. Then she removed the blindfold. She was wearing the negligee I bought for her the first time I used the strap on.
She bent down to remove the strap on, I was completely soft after waiting for her so long. And then I saw him, Michael was behind her on the bed. I tried to scream and fought the restraints but it was no use. I couldn't get more than a sound out and my arms and legs were completely secure. Michelle turned to Michael in a panic as I fought. Michael calmed her down, his hands on her shoulders saying, "Its okay, he has to fight, it is part of the fantasy." He then began to kiss her and she kissed him back.
Michelle would look back at me periodically to see if I was enjoying it. I wasn't.
Michelle began to suck on Michael's cock, which immediately began to get hard. Watching her put his penis in her mouth was terribly erotic. In no time I was fully erect, something Michael was quick to point out to Michelle as he whispered, "See, he is really getting off on this."
With both of them facing me, Michael pushed Michelle down on all fours and began fucking her doggy-style. Michelle could see the pre-cum on my penis and assumed I was enjoying watching Michael fuck her. She had never felt Michael from behind and began yelling out in a combination of pain and pleasure. Michael was smiling ear to ear as he fucked my wife right in front of me.
Michelle collapsed after Michael had cum inside of her for the second time that night, a fact that did not go unnoticed by me. Michelle laid with Michael almost as if I wasn't there and asked him if she should free my hands. Michael asked, "Did he suck the strap on when you offered it to him?"
Michelle reluctantly nodded in agreement. Michael then sat on the edge of the bed, Michelle sitting on her knees, leaning on his shoulder looking at me as if I was some sort of science experiment. Michael noted that I was no longer erect. Michelle suggested that she could help me get off, but Michael offered that maybe that wasn't what I wanted. Without warning Michael grasped my penis in his hand. When I was flaccid it fit completely inside of his grip. Michelle gasped and said, "What are you doing?"
Michael said, "Just watch, if I am right you will understand."
I couldn't help it, but my penis was getting harder by the second. The fact that I was fighting it only made it worse. Michelle's face was completely red by the time I was fully erect, still inside of Michael's hand.
Michael began jerking me off, faster and faster, saying, "I think he wants me to do this." While he was giving me a handjob, Michelle began rubbing Michael's cock until he was hard. She rubbed him faster and faster until he was about to cum. Just before Michael was about to cum he stood up and took over for her. The tip of his massive cock was just an inch or two from my face as he stroked it. He told Michelle to unfasten the ball gag and as she did he pushed the tip of his cock, almost as big as the ball gag, into my mouth.
Michelle couldn't believe it. She shrieked, "Is he sucking it?" Michael then ejaculated inside of my mouth causing me to gag. When Michael was done, he pulled out and I sat there in a daze, not believing what had just happened. Michelle then pointed out the fact that at some point during this ordeal I had ejaculated. Before I had a chance to say anything Michael quickly replaced the ball gag and found the blindfold and put it back on.
More than ten minutes passed until Michelle came back, alone, and removed the restraints and asked me in a matter of fact way, "So, how was that?" I got up, packed a suitcase and left the house. I was mortified beyond words...
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