I remember the first time I saw her like that, straddling a stranger on our couch. The way her glasses perched on her nose, the shirt barely covering her, and the sheer audacity of it all. ‘Share your wife,’ they said, and I did. I watched as she took him in, her pussy stretching to accommodate his massive girth. It was a sight that both thrilled and terrified me. The text on the wall, ‘You know she needs more cock,’ echoed in my mind as I watched her ride him, her body moving with a rhythm that was both familiar and foreign. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the couch creaking under their weight, and the soft glow of the lighting casting shadows that danced across the beige walls.
Her Pussy Stretched to the Limit
And as I watched, I knew that after this, her pussy would be too stretched for my tiny dick. The thought both excited and humiliated me. I could feel my own cock hardening, the need to masturbate overwhelming. ‘You won’t be able to stop masturbating,’ the text taunted, and it was true. I was already reaching for my cock, my hand moving in time with her hips. The sight of her, the sounds of their fucking, it was all too much. I knew I was going to come hard, just from watching her take his massive cock. And later, I would have to kiss her pussy, to feel the stretch, to taste the mix of their juices. It was a ritual, a reminder of her submission and my own cuckoldry. A part of me hated it, but a larger part of me craved it, needed it. It was our dynamic, our secret, and it was fucking hot.





Especially when her pussy is extremely fertile and she starts having his babies and we encourage him to share my wife with his friends.