I never thought I'd be the guy jerking off to pictures of his own wife getting railed while he sucks cock for the first time. But here I am, staring at my phone in the dark bedroom, cock in hand, reliving every filthy second.
It started with those pictures. Sarah had been texting me all night from the hotel bar. "He's bigger than you. Way bigger." Then the photos came in. Her hand wrapped around some stranger's thick shaft. Her lips stretched around the head. Her face covered in cum. I sat there in our living room, heart pounding, dick throbbing against my jeans like it had a mind of its own.
When she finally came home with him, I knew what was happening. Mark was tall, built, and he didn't waste time. He pushed me onto the couch and told Sarah to strip me. "Your husband wants to watch," he said, voice low and rough. "But he's gonna do more than watch."
Sarah pulled my pants down and my cock sprang out, already leaking. She laughed softly. "Look how hard he is. He likes this."
Mark stood in front of me, unzipped, and pulled out his dick. It was heavy, veined, half-hard and already longer than mine at full mast. "Open your mouth, cuck," he ordered.
I hesitated for maybe two seconds. Then I leaned forward and licked the head. Salty. Warm. The taste made my own cock twitch hard.
Sarah moaned from the chair where she was fingering herself, watching everything. "That's it, baby. Suck him."
I took him deeper. My lips stretched. My tongue worked the underside. Mark grabbed the back of my head and pushed until I gagged, spit running down my chin. He fucked my face slow at first, then harder, using my mouth like a hole. Every thrust made me harder. I couldn't stop stroking myself.
Sarah took pictures the whole time. The flash went off as Mark's cock disappeared between my lips. Another as I pulled off gasping, strings of spit connecting my mouth to his glistening dick. "These are going in our album," she said, voice husky. "First time gay sex for my little cuckold."
Mark pulled me up and bent me over the arm of the couch. He spat on my hole, rubbed his cockhead against it, and pushed in. The stretch burned. I cried out, but my cock stayed rock hard, dripping onto the floor. He fucked me deep and steady while Sarah snapped more pictures from inches away. Close-ups of his shaft sliding in and out of my ass. My face twisted in pain and pleasure. Her own fingers buried in her pussy.
When he pulled out and shot thick ropes across my back, Sarah came hard just from watching. She climbed onto the couch, spread her legs, and told me to clean her. I licked her swollen clit while Mark's cum cooled on my skin. She kept taking pictures, documenting every second.
Later, after Mark left, we lay in bed looking at the photos on her phone. My mouth full. My ass stretched. Cum everywhere. Sarah stroked me slow while we scrolled. "You came so fast when he fucked you," she whispered. "We're doing this again. And next time I'm sending the pictures to your friends."
I shot all over her hand just hearing that. She licked it up, kissed me deep so I could taste myself, and smiled against my mouth.
"Next weekend," she said. "Bring the camera this time. I want video too."
I already can't wait.
