The first time we met him was at his flat. My wife had been talking to “Ron” for weeks online and she was super horny for him even before we had met. We were new to swinging and super nervous and this was going to be are first adventure. I’d seen the photos she’d sent me on her phone: a heavy, dark cock hanging thick against his thigh, the head already shiny. Thick Nine inches. She has measured me, a skinny five, the difference was shocking and we both knew it.
When we arrived at his flat he opened the door shirtless, jeans low on his hips, broad shoulders, easy, confidence. He looked me up and down once, then turned his attention fully to her. No small talk. He just pulled her in by the waist, kissed her hard, and walked her straight to the bedroom while I followed like a ghost.
He stripped her fast. Bra off, panties yanked down her thighs. She was already wet. He pushed her onto the bed on her back, spread her legs wide, and knelt between them. That thick black cock swung free when he shoved his jeans down. Nine solid inches, thicker than my wrist, the head flared and already leaking. With is fingers he began to work his skills on her pussy and I heard sounds coming from my wife that Iv never heard her make before, It was truly a sight. Within minutes she was cuming and then squirting all over the bed which Iv never seen her do before, I was in shock. Then he swung her round and lined his big fat black dick up with her tight married cunt
He didn’t ease in. He lined up and drove forward in one long, relentless stroke until his hips met hers. She gasped—high and sharp—then moaned as he bottomed out. He was whispering something into her ear that just made her moaning even louder. He started fucking her immediately. Hard. Deep. The bed slammed against the wall. Every thrust punched a wet sound out of her cunt and a broken cry out of her throat. He arched and began sucking in her big milky white tits, still power fucking her deep, her legs wrapped around him pulling him in.
I stood there with my skinny five-inch cock already rock-hard in my fist, stroking it while I watched. He was using her the way I never could—long, powerful strokes that made her tits bounce and her eyes roll. He flipped her onto her knees, grabbed a handful of her hair, and slammed back in from behind. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the room. She was dripping down her thighs.
“Fuck—fuck—I’m gonna—” she gasped.
He didn’t slow down. He just fucked her through it. Her whole body locked up and she gushed—clear fluid spraying around his thick cock in thick pulses, soaking the sheets and his big balls. He kept pounding her while she came, making her squirt again and again until she was shaking and incoherent. They kissed long deep kisses, his dick still fully in her, he whisperer something in her ear again, she moaned softly . Only then did he pull out. Her cunt was ruined—gaping, red, stretched wide, cream dripping out of her in thick strands. He looked at me and nodded once.
I scrambled onto the bed behind her. My little cock looked pathetic against that open, used hole. I pushed in, not a sound came from her and it felt like nothing and everything at once—hot, loose, slick with her juices and his thick white cum. She was so stretched I barely felt any friction, but the heat and the mess and the knowledge of what had just been inside her made my balls tighten instantly.
Five strokes. That’s all it took. I buried my skinny cock as deep as it would go, groaned, and shot my load hard—pumping into the gaping, freshly-fucked cunt he’d just destroyed. I stayed buried there trembling while she clenched weakly around me, still leaking.
Ron watched the whole time, already half-hard again, waiting for his turn to take her back. She would never be the same again |
