"The Good Wife"
by Big Bird
Margo and I were married in 79. We'd both graduated from
college and embarking as a married couple in our future together, was
something we both wanted badly. Margo's father, a minister presided
over the wedding and everything was perfect; or at least that is what I
assumed. Approximately 16 years had elapsed and we both had reached
our goals, as far as our careers were concerned. I was an executive
accountant with a major firm and Margo was working as a social worker
at a nearby hospital. The only thing missing (I thought) was a child,
but unfortunately, my wife could not conceive; although, this affected
her, I really did not mind. I was too preoccupied with succeeding
along my career path and thought that children would only bring
contention and hindrance. Earlier, before she was diagnosed with her
condition, we routinely had sex. Both for pleasure and conceiving a
child. The sex was good, or at least I thought for both of us. But,
when she found out she couldn't have a baby, she became depressed for
over a year; during that time, sex was almost non-existent. But, she
seemed to have gotten over that and everything seemed to go back to
normal; except for the sex. After her "condition" she rarely wanted
sex and seemed exceptionally disinterested. Also, during this same
period I was beginning my executive rise in my firm; this
unfortunately, meant working almost 60 to 80 hour weeks, or more.
Needless to say I was exhausted for most of that time period, which
lasted over 5 years. I'm not sure if it was due to the work load or
just ambivalence or exhaustion, but I failed to note that Margo too was
coming home at midnight or later. It wasn't until, by chance I saw her
near a hotel around 9 pm, near the airport that I realized what was
going on.
I'd just dropped off a client at the airport, when I noticed her car (I
immediately recognized her vanity plates) pull into the parking lot of
the hotel. Unfortunately, I could not make a left turn at this point
and had to go a couple of miles to make a uturn. By the time I entered
the parking lot and found her car, she was nowhere in sight; until, I
saw a couple going into a room just out to my left. I couldn't be 100%
sure it was her, but the blue blouse looked just like the one I saw her
wear earlier in the morning, before leaving for work. Well, by this
time all kinds of images was going through my head. I was kind of left
stupefied and confused. I was initially going to go to the front desk,
but I wasn't sure she even registered. I decided to go to the room,
but when I got there I decided to go around to see if there was a
window, since they were in the end unit. Luckily, there was; to my
surprise the curtains were left open just enough to see almost the
entire room, which contained a large bed right in the middle of the
room. To my shock, a very dark skinned overweight black man, was
laying there naked, stroking the largest cock I had ever seen. The
whole girth of the damn thing must have been thick as my wrist, with
the beet red head looking even thicker! And the length must have been
at least 14 inches. I saw some porn with John Holmes and he must
looked every bit equal in girth and length, if not more than his. I
didn't see Margo and for a moment, I thought, to my delight, that I
must have gotten the wrong room, but then I saw her come out of the
bathroom naked. She immediately went over to the guy and without and
without missing a beat, she started sucking the head of that monster
cock. It looked as she was straining to get just that tip in her
mouth. After a while she had about a quarter of the thing in and was
attempting to put more in as she started with each new bob of her head.
I could hear the guy moaning as he forced her head down in each
stroke. For a moment she gaged so hard and loud I thought she was
going to choke and pass out; she had teared up profusely as she tried
to stuff more and more into that mouth. She eventually managed to get
over half of that cock down her throat; I could actually see her throat
expand with every down-stroke! I'm not sure I long I stood outside that
window, but realized I was actually stroking myself while watching my
wife; my wife of over 16 years; daughter to a Baptist minister get
mouth-rapped by the biggest, oiliest, and blackest cock I'd ever seen.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not little by most standards - I've
measured my cock (yeah, like you haven't) and it is over 8 inches long
when erect. But, shit compared to this monster, I looked more like a
Vienna sausage. Without even thinking about it, I'd pulled my cock and
was jerking off. I heard the guy grunt and moan, grabbing Margo by the
back of the head as he pumped his jizz; fucking thing was pouring out
of her mouth like a broken dike, falling down to the sheets and onto
his thighs. As soon as he let go, she immediately lapped what had
leaked out of her mouth like a crazy dog; a fucking slut bitch; my
Margo, was a freak like a slut crazy whore you only see in porn. After
about a minute she went back to his cock, which was huge, even when
flaccid and got it back to full glory. He then, picked her up (he was
even fatter than I thought) and slammed her down on the bed, on her
back. He then mounted her and slammed that huge sausage into her; you
could hear her scream; she immediately shoved the pillow into her mouth
to muffle it. He rapped and pounded petite Margo's pussy like I've
never seen before. He did this for what must have been over 15 or 20
minutes. He then abruptly pulled out of her pussy and grabbing both of
her ankles with one hand lifted her to expose her ass. He then
proceeded to tag that ass for what seemed like an eternity until he
pulled out and shot into a bowel. At first this perplexed me, but
after he had fucked her 3 more times; each time jizzing into the bowel;
with the last semen floating in the bowel, he made her get on her hands
and knees and lap the entire cum soup, until it was all gone; throwing
down the last of it like a hungry whore. He then made her stand up,
asking her, "Who that cunt belong to?"
she answered back, "you baby".
I guess she answered too late for his taste, cause he back-handed the
whore; my wife Margo. Tearfully, she replied back with the same
answer.
Well, that was 3 months ago. I haven't mentioned anything and not
really sure how I feel about it. On one hand my masculinity has been
hurt, but at the same time, it was the most intense, erotic, and kinky
thing I've ever felt. So, what to do?
- The End -
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