Threesome goes wrong

Middle aged couple Kristy and John are sexually dissatisfied with their relationship, at 33 they have three children and work, school and other things get in their way. When they can spend some alone time together, they end up disappointed, so they search for alternatives how to spice they bed live and find the passion for each other that they lost. Kristy's friend Samantha is the one who comes with the idea of introducing someone new to their sex life and even offers one of her other friends Marcus who is secretly her own bull. Under pretense of threesome Marcu makes John a cuckold and Kristy a hotwife.

Kristy and John sat across from each other in the dimly lit booth, the clinking of glasses and low hum of the bar filling the silence between them. Their hands were entwined, but the gesture felt more like a lifeline than a romantic touch. "That's the problem," Kristy said. "We're so tired all the time, we haven't had any fucking spark since the kids were born. I miss the way you used to look at me." John nodded, his thumb tracing idle circles on her hand. "I know. I miss it too. Maybe we just need to spice things up." Earlier that week, Samantha proposed her idea over wine. "Ever thought about inviting someone else into the mix?" Kristy's eyes widened, but Samantha just laughed. "Not like that. I know someone who's into sharing. He's discreet, he's hot, and he knows how to treat a woman right." John shifted uncomfortably, but Kristy was intrigued. "What do you mean, 'treat a woman right'?" Samantha leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I mean he loves to eat pussy, and he's got a magnificent cock that won't quit. He’s got me in fucking knots and I want you to experience the same thing." Just remembering the conversation and things that Samantha told her made Kristy felt a flush of heat between her legs. She glanced at John. "What do you think about inviting someone else to the bed?" John looked at her mouth now agape. "What do you mean someone else, like another person, like another body?" "Yes." Kristy answered timidly, now usure of the idea. John swallowed hard, his mind racing. "I... I guess we could try it. If you want to. Do you have someone in mind?" Kristy simply nodded no longer trusting her voice. They enjoyed their evening and even made quite passionate love, while nothing wild, it satisfied them for time being, maybe it was thrill of just thinking about inviting some else or the whole atmosphere, but they knew they must try the real thing a not just the one they imagined. When they wake up next morning John simply told Kristy to call whoever she had in mind. As Kristy didn't known phone number or even the name of the person Samantha wanted her to meet she was forced to call her. "So it's settled," Samantha said, smugness in her voice, the confident one. "I'll set it up. This Saturday, your place. 8 PM." Kristy nodded, her heart pounding. John squeezed her hand, a silent promise of support. As they went on whit their day, Kristy couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation and nervousness. She wanted this, but she also didn't want to hurt John. She hoped he really meant what he said. She needed her sex life to be saved so badly. And short burst of passion they have after just talking about it made her anticipation even worse.

John is contacted by Samantha, who tells him few things about Marcus (he is black well endowed guy around his fifties who knows how to play women like they are musical instrument), she even foreshadows how was her own time with Marcus and her husband (who got cukced).

John's phone buzzed in his pocket as he was finishing up some paperwork. He glanced at the screen, seeing Samantha's name flash across it. He hesitated before answering, a strange mix of curiosity and dread churning in his stomach. "John, it's Samantha. I wanted to give you a heads-up about Marcus." John's grip tightened on the phone. "Okay." He now at least knew the name of the guy who is going to join him and his wife this coming Saturday, well now he even knows that it is guy who is joining them, until now he was in the dark. "I know you're doing this for Kristy, and that's noble, but you should know what you're in for." Samantha's voice was low, almost conspiratorial. "Marcus is... intense. He's black, in his fifties, and he's got a cock that could make a grown woman weep. But it's not just about the size. He knows how to use it, how to make a woman beg." John swallowed hard, his mind racing. He thought of Kristy, of her eager hands and hungry eyes. He thought of the spark that had been missing for so long. Just thinking of someone else enjoying the intimacy with Samantha made him feel a pang in the pit of his gut. But a strange thrill coursed through him as well. He imagined Marcus, confident and commanding, taking what was his. John felt his cock stir, betraying him with a rush of blood. "He's got a way with women, John. He plays them like an instrument, knows just how to strum the right chords to make them sing. I know because... because my husband and I have played with him before. It was intense, but Kyle doesn´t want to talk about it, because Marcus overshadowed him in every way." John's breath hitched. He could hear the pride and the lust in Samantha's voice. He imagined her, spread out and helpless, taking every inch of Marcus while her husband watched, powerless and hard, still trying to participate but be showed away. He felt a shameful twitch in his pants, a bead of sweat trickling down his spine. "And to top it all off, he is fucking amazing in bed. You will love it, trust me.” Samantha laughed as if she was enjoying the mental picture.

Samantha also teases Kristy sending her few videos and photos of her own fucking with Marcus. Kristy cannot help it and must relive herself with her own fingers, while debating if she made right choice in how to spice their love live.

Kristy's phone buzzed as she was lying on her bed, and she glanced at the screen, seeing a series of videos and photos from Samantha. Her heart pounded as she opened the first one. The screen filled with Samantha's naked body, writhing under the strong, dark hands of Marcus. His mouth was buried between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her wetness with expert precision. Samantha's moans filled the room, raw and urgent. Kristy's breath hitched as she watched, her fingers tracing the screen as if she could feel the heat of their bodies. She could see the thick, veined cock straining against Marcus's pants, a promise of what was to come. In the next photo, Samantha was bent over the arm of a couch, her eyes glazed with lust as Marcus pounded into her from behind. The sight made Kristy's mouth water, her pussy throbbing with need. She knew she should stop, that she should think this through, but her body was on fire. She dropped the phone on the bed and slipped her hand into her panties, her fingers finding her slick folds. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as she circled her clit, her hips bucking softly. Is this what she wanted? To be fucked like that, to be filled and stretched and taken? She thought of John, of his kind eyes and gentle touch. He wouldn't be able to do this to her, to make her lose control like that. But did she want him to? Or did she want to be taken, to be used, to be fucked senseless? Her fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the orgasm building, a tight coil of heat in her belly. She arched her back, her body tensing as she came, her juices coating her fingers. As she lay there, panting, she made her decision. She wanted this. She wanted Marcus, wanted to feel his hands on her, his cock inside her. She wanted to be fucked, to be used, to be taken. And she wanted John to watch and be with her, to see her like this, to see what she needed and help her thought it. She reached for her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen. She typed out a message to Samantha, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Can´t wait for Saturday." She swallowed the lump in her throat. It was settled. She wanted this. She wanted to feel the body of other man next to her. She had made the decision. And this coming Saturday she's going to be fucked like never before. Still she could not help but wonder is she made the right choice or did she betray her husband. She is not even sure if she'll be able to face him after all this. Her curiosity and lust got the better of her.

Saturday evening arrives as the couple prepares for Marcuse's arrival and following theesome, they discuss the rules that they set for themselves. 1. John must be always present and participate in the action. 2. Marcus must use protection 3. John won´t suck, lick or touch Marcuse's cock with any part of his body other than his own penis and hands (no forced bisexual activities). 4. If they continue the relationship Marcus after this night, Kristy can meet with him only in presence of John. Marcus arrives and compares Kristy (petite, red haired, with angelic face) to Samantha (tall blonde, slightly muscule, whit eyes that speak mischief)

Kristy paced in the kitchen, her heels clicking against the tile. She took a sip of her wine, her hand shaking slightly. John sat at the table, his eyes following her, a mix of nerves and excitement in his gaze. The doorbell rang, and Kristy jumped, her heart pounding. John stood, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He walked to the door, his steps measured, like a man walking to his execution. He opened it to reveal Marcus, tall and broad-shouldered, his skin glowing under the hallway light. His eyes scanned John briefly before moving to Kristy, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You must be Kristy," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "Samantha wasn't lying. You're a sight to behold." His gaze raked over her, appreciative and hungry. Kristy felt a flush creep up her chest, her nipples hardening under her dress. Marcus stepped inside, his presence filling the room. He looked at John, his expression serious. "We should talk about the rules," he said, his voice firm. John nodded, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. "We've set some boundaries," John started, his voice steady despite the nervousness in his eyes. "I'll be present and participating. You'll use protection. And I won't... I won't do anything with your cock other than what's necessary." Marcus listened, his expression unreadable. When John finished, he nodded slowly. "Fair enough. And Kristy, you're okay with this?" he asked, turning to her. Kristy met his gaze, her breath hitching slightly at the intensity in his eyes. "Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want this. I want you." Marcus smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver down Kristy's spine. "Good," he said. "Because I've been looking forward to this all week. Samantha told me all about you. About your eager hands and hungry eyes." He moved closer to Kristy, his body heat radiating towards her. She could smell his cologne, spicy and musky, and she felt her head spin slightly. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. "Samantha is tall and strong," he murmured, his voice low. "But you, Kristy, you're like a little angel. Petite, with this red hair and these washed-out-jeans eyes. You're going to be a challenge. But I love challenges." He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. "And I can't wait to make you scream."

They share a dinner during which tension is rising, and Marcus starts making moves. After a dinner and glass of wine, they move to the bedroom where threesome begins, but from the very start Marcus is trying to push John away, and make him only spectator. They are making out, and touching each other, until Kristy kneels between them and starts to blow them up.

The dinner was a tense affair, the air thick with anticipation and unspoken desires. Marcus's eyes never left Kristy, his gaze hungry and intense. He reached across the table, his large hand covering hers, his thumb tracing circles on her skin. John watched, his expression a mix of nervousness and arousal, his cock stirring in his pants. Marcus leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Kristy's. "You know, John," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I've been thinking. Maybe you should just watch tonight. Let Kristy and I get to know each other better." John's eyes widened, but before he could protest, Kristy spoke up. "No," she said, her voice firm. "We agreed. John must be part of this. You're the part of us that is joining." Marcus smiled, a slow, smug smile. "We'll see," he said, standing up. "But for now, let's move to the bedroom. I want to see you naked." They led him to the bedroom, the tension in the room palpable. Marcus stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes roaming over Kristy´s body. "Strip," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Kristy complied, her hands moving quickly to obey. Kristy's dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in her lacy bra and panties. Marcus's eyes lingered on Kristy's bare body, his gaze appreciative. "Beautiful," he murmured, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts through her bra. She gasped, her head falling back as he squeezed and kneaded her flesh. John watched, his breath coming in short gasps, his cock throbbing. Marcus turned to John, his expression serious. "You can watch," he said, his voice firm. "But that's it. Tonight, Kristy is mine." John's eyes flashed with anger, but before he could speak, Kristy intervened. She knelt between them, her hands reaching out to stroke their cocks through their underwear. "No," she said, her voice breathless. "Tonight, I'm ours. Both of yours. And I want to feel you both." She looked up at Marcus, her eyes filled with lust. "But first, I want to taste you. Both of you." She leaned forward, her mouth finding Marcus's cock first, her tongue tracing the outline of his massive erection through his pants. She bit her lip before turning to John, her tongue licking at the pre-cum seeping through his boxers. She slid them down, revealing his cock, hard and ready, this made her smile. She leaned forward, her mouth taking over from where her tongue left off, her lips wrapping around his shaft, her head bobbing as she took him deep into her throat. Marcus watched, his eyes dark with desire, his breath coming in harsh pants. He reached down, his hand tangling in Kristy's hair, guiding her movements. John's hands fisted at his sides, his hips bucking slightly as she sucked him, his eyes never leaving the sight of his wife taking into her mouth with another man watching. He felt a pang of pride, of possessiveness, but it was quickly drowned out by the lust coursing through his veins. Kristy pulled back, her lips glossy and wet. She turned to Marcus, her eyes challenging. "Your turn," she said, her voice husky. She reached for his belt, her fingers fumbling slightly in her haste. Marcus smiled, a slow, confident smile. "With pleasure," he said, his hands helping hers to undo his belt and pants. His cock sprang free, long, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Kristy's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't hesitate. She leaned forward, her tongue licking at the sensitive tip, her hand hardly wrapping around his shaft. He groaned, his head falling back, his hips bucking slightly. John watched, his hand stroking his own cock, his breath coming in short, harsh pants. He felt a pang of jealousy, of inadequacy, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of lust. He wanted to see this, to see his wife taking another man into her mouth, to see the pleasure on Marcus's face.

Marcus is trying to take the charge, but Kristy has all the control in her hands as is making sure that John in included, but she is slowly paying more attention to Marcus. They move onto the bed, where Kristy is trying to deepthroat Marcus but he is too big, and she is not used to his size. John meanwhile eats her out preparing her for the action. After Kristy gives up on taking all of Marcuse's cock in her mouth, she lays on her back legs spread wide and invites Marcus to taste her, while John kneels by her head, trying to get her to suck him in. But most of her attention is on Marcuse's tongue which is doing things she never imagined.

Marcus grunted, his hands gripping the sheets as Kristy struggled to take him deeper. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she looked up at him, her eyes filled with determination and lust. Marcus, however, had other ideas. He gently gripped her hair, guiding her away from his cock. "Easy, angel," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You don't have to take all of me at once." She looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen and glistening. "I want to," she breathed, turning to glance at John. She leaned in to take him in her mouth, and John moaned as she took him all the way down, deep into her throat. Marcus smiled, watching John's face contort with pleasure. He then moved down, settling between Kristy's thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "But first, I want to taste you," he said, his voice a low growl. He leaned in, his tongue tracing a hot, wet path up her inner thigh. John looked down from where he was kneeling by her head, his eyes meeting his wife's as she moaned in pleasure, her lips barely leaving his cock. Marcus's tongue found her center, hot and insistent, lapping at her folds, teasing her clit. Kristy's body arched off the bed, her moan vibrating around John's cock. John's hands fisted in her hair, his hips bucking slightly as he fucked her mouth gently. She let her tongue roam on John's shaft, but her eyes and moans were all for Marcus. Marcus's tongue was relentless, driving her wild with its skillful strokes. He slid two fingers into her, his thumb circling her clit, his other hand gripping her thigh tightly. Kristy's body shuddered, her orgasm building rapidly. John could feel her body tensing, her mouth working his cock faster, her moans growing louder. Marcus looked up at John, a smug smile on his face. "She's close," he said, his voice muffled against her flesh. "Isn't that right, Kristy?" She couldn't speak, her mouth full, her body writhing. Marcus chuckled, his tongue and fingers working faster, pushing her closer to the edge. John's grip on her hair tightened, his hips moving in sync with her mouth, his eyes never leaving the sight of Marcus between her thighs. Marcus's tongue and fingers found a rhythm that drove Kristy wild, her body convulsing as she came hard, her screams muffled by John's cock. Marcus licked and sucked at her, drawing out her orgasm, his fingers never stopping their relentless pace. John could feel her body shaking, her mouth working his cock faster, her moans turning into desperate pleas. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with lust and pride, his hips bucking harder as he neared his own release. She didn't slow down. There was no sign that Kristy wanted any of the men to slow down.

John finishes inside his wife's mouth. Marcus meanwhile decides it is time to fuck Kristy, first he tries it without condom but is quickly remained of the rules. he begrudgingly puts condom on and starts to insert his large dick into the petite wife that he got chance to fuck. It is slow process but in the end he bottoms out. And starts to fuck her. John gets little side-lined. after the blowjob his dick is still flaccid only slowly getting up as he watches his wife getting big black cock.

As Kristy’s mouth worked overtime, her eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. John’s grip tightened in her hair, his hips thrusting forward as he finally released, his cock pulsing as he came deep into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, her mouth never leaving his shaft until she had taken every last drop. John pulled back, his chest heaving, his cock glistening with her saliva. He looked down at his wife, her face flushed, her eyes glazed with lust and satisfaction. He knew he should feel something more than just the primal urge to keep watching, but right now, all he could do was stare, his cock slowly hardening again as he watched Marcus. Marcus, however, was already moving, his hands roaming over Kristy's body, his touch possessive and claiming. "Time to fuck, angel," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached for his pants, fumbling for a condom, his impatience clear. Kristy watched him, her breath coming in short gasps, her body already eager for more. The condom was quickly in place, his thick cock straining against the latex. He positioned himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Kristy’s eyes widened slightly as she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance. She could feel the stretch, the burn, as he slowly pushed inside. He was big, much bigger than John, and she could feel every inch as he filled her. Marcus groaned, his head falling back, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers. John watched, his hand slowly stroking his cock to fullness as he watched his wife take Marcus. She was beautiful like this, her body arching, her mouth open in silent screams of pleasure. Marcus's hips moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease now, his groans filling the room. Kristy's nails dug into his shoulders, her body meeting his thrusts, her moans growing louder. She was lost in the sensation, her body on fire, her mind a blur of lust and desire, her eyes are focused on Marcus, barely noticing John watching from the side. "Fuck, Kristy," Marcus growled, his hips slamming into hers, his cock hitting her deepest spots. "You feel so good, angel. So fucking tight." His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, his touch rough and demanding. She moaned, her body arching into his touch, her hips moving in sync with his thrusts. Her eyes were half-lidded, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. John watched, his hand moving faster on his cock, his eyes never leaving the sight of Marcus fucking his wife. His wife was being filled by another man, and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. And he couldn't look away.

John notes on the contrast between Kristy and Marcus, her small body pale pressed against his large black frame, it almost gets him over the edge, but he is able to resist cumming. Marcus meanwhile fucks Kristy, sometime fast and hard sometimes taking long slow strokes, he plays her like instrument and she is reaching one orgasm after another. They change position with Marcus taking her from behind, Kristy remembers her husband for a short while and bids him to once again fuck her mouth, but she no longer suck him off with enthusiasm like during first time as her body and mind are preoccupied by BBC in her pussy.

John’s eyes were transfixed on the site where his wife's slim, pale body, slick with sweat, was pressed against Marcus's large, dark frame. The contrast was stunning, almost too much to bear. His hand gripped his cock tighter, stroking in time with Marcus's thrusts, the sight of Kristy's small body taking the big man’s cock driving him wild. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls intensifying, but he held back, not wanting to miss a second of this erotic display. Marcus's hips moved in a relentless, hypnotic rhythm, sometimes slamming into Kristy with fierce intensity, other times pulling back to tease her with slow, deliberate strokes. Each change in pace sent her spiraling into another orgasm, her body convulsing and her moans filling the room. Her nails dug into the sheets, her body arching to meet each thrust, her eyes glazed with pure, unadulterated lust. She was utterly consumed by the sensation, her mind a blur of pleasure and desire. Kristy tapped Marcus on shoulder to shortly stop him from funking her and made him pull out. Than got on her hands and knees and arched her back facing towards John. Kristy looked back over her shoulder at Marcus. "I want you to fuck me like this," she demanded, her voice hoarse with desire. Her eyes flicked to John, hardly noticing the man. "John," she moaned, "come here." She wanted her husband to once again fuck her mouth, but it was more out of habit than desire. Her body and mind were too preoccupied with the black cock now again filling her pussy. She turned her head back towards John, her eyes half-lidded, lips parted. John moved to her head, his cock already hard and eager. He slid it between her lips, but the enthusiasm was gone. Her mouth moved mechanically, her focus entirely on Marcus’s cock pounding into her from behind. Marcus reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he thrust harder, faster. Kristy's body bucked, her moans turning into desperate, guttural cries. John could feel her mouth working his cock, but it was distant, her attention elsewhere. He didn't mind, though. The sight of Kristy being taken so thoroughly by Marcus was enough to keep him on the edge. Marcus’s groans grew louder, his grip on her hips tightening. "Fuck, Kristy," he grunted, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force. "You're gonna make me cum." His fingers dug into her flesh, his body tensing as he chased his release. Kristy's body shuddered, her orgasm ripping through her, her screams muffled by John's cock. John could feel her body convulsing, her mouth working his shaft faster, her moans vibrating through him. He was close, so close, but he held back, wanting to savor every second of this twisted, erotic moment.

Marcus cums inside condom, pulling out he first thinks about discarding the condom into trashcan next to the bed, but decides to play a little bit with the pair, and tells them he has his own rule about how his cum is to be handled. The rule is, his cum must end up on or inside of someone's body. So offers the filled condom to husband and wife to do with as they please but it must end up on or inside one of them. John who jut pulled out of his wife mouth not to cum is perplexed by the situation but, Krity dousn´t give him chance to react as she takes condom and empties it inside her mouth, letting few drops drip along her chin and on her breasts. She then tells John to lie down on the bed as she wants to ride him.

Marcus grunted, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing inside the condom. He pulled out slowly, his eyes locked onto Kristy's body, still trembling from her own release. He held up the filled condom, a smirk playing on his lips. "I've got a rule," he said, his voice low and commanding. "My cum doesn't go in the trash. It goes on or inside one of you. Your choice." He tossed the condom lightly onto the bed between them. John pulled back, his cock glistening with Kristy's saliva, his mind racing. Before he could react, Kristy snatched the condom from the bed, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and defiance. She tore it open, dumping the contents into her mouth, swallowing quickly. A few drops escaped, dripping down her chin and onto her breasts, glistening against her sweaty skin. She turned to John, her voice firm. "Lie down," she commanded, her eyes blazing with a hunger that was no longer just physical. John hesitated for a moment, then complied, his body still throbbing with unspent desire. He lay back on the bed, his cock standing tall, ready for whatever came next. Kristy straddled him, her hands gripping his shoulders as she positioned herself over him. She sank down onto his cock, a soft moan escaping her lips as she took him in fully. Marcus watched from the side, his own cock already stirring again, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving the sight of Kristy riding her husband, her body glistening with sweat, her moans filling the room. "That's it, angel," he murmured, his voice low and approving. "Fuck him like you fucked me. Show him who owns that pussy."

Kristy is riding John as a way for him to reclaim her but finds him lacking, she need another stimulations ad invites Marcus over, to stimulate her tits, but after short while decides to take his BBC into her small mouth. Kristy is once again fully occupied by Marcuse's cock so John is left to thrust into her from bellow, and while her pussy is now stretched she still manages to stimulate him enough to cum. But just as he is about to empty inside his wife Marcus picks her up and throws her on the other side of the bed, while telling John that he doesn't care about condom but he wont take sloppy seconds. John cums on his own belly. Marcus than proceeds to put another condom on his cock a sink inside Kristy's wanting pussy.

Kristy began to ride John, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, but her focus quickly shifted. She leaned back, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage, her eyes fluttering closed as she tried to find her rhythm. But it wasn't enough. She needed more. "Marcus," she panted, her voice breathy and urgent. "Come here. I need you to touch me. My tits, they're so sensitive." Marcus pushed off from the wall, a dark smile playing on his lips. He moved to the bed, his large hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples. Kristy moaned, her body arching into his touch, her hips moving faster on John's cock. But it still wasn't enough. She needed more. She looked up at Marcus, her eyes pleading. "I need your cock, Marcus," she whimpered, her voice hoarse with desire. "In my mouth. I need to taste you again." Marcus didn't hesitate. He moved to the head of the bed, his cock already hard and ready. Kristy leaned forward, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. John, now beneath her, began to thrust upwards, his hips moving in sync with Marcus's cock in her mouth. Kristy was fully occupied, her body trembling with pleasure, her moans vibrating around Marcus's shaft. John could feel her pussy clenching around him, her body stiffening as she chased her orgasm, her small mouth sloppily sucking his wife's pussy's new owner's fat cock. John's thrusts grew more urgent, his body tensing as he chased his own release. But just as he was about to cum, Marcus wrapped his large hands around Kristy's waist and pulled her off John, throwing her down onto the bed. John gasped, his cock pulsing as he came, his release spilling onto his own belly, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Marcus rolled on another condom, his eyes locked onto Kristy's body, her chest heaving, her pussy glistening with desire. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. "I don't do sloppy seconds," he growled, his voice low and threatening. "But I'll make an exception for you, angel." He thrust into her, his hips slamming against hers, his cock filling her completely. Kristy screamed, her body arching off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders. She was fully his again, her body convulsing around him, her screams filling the room. John watched, his body spent, his mind a whirl of lust and submission, his eyes transfixed on the sight of Marcus taking his wife, his cock replacing anything John could ever offer her.

John is trying to get hard again but he has reached his limit, so he is trying to be there for his wife, who is slowly loosing her own mental battle as Marcus is ramming inside her pussy. Marcus sends John to sit inside the armchair next to the bed as he wants to change position, Marcus lays down on bed and bids Kristy to impale herself on his BBC in reverse cowgirl so that John can se the point of penetration. John is in amazement as the giant dick disappears inside his wife petite body, he can almost see just where he is reaching by the bulge moving in his wife's underbelly.

John stumbled to the armchair, his body aching with exhaustion and the remnants of his own release. He slumped into the seat, his breath ragged as he watched Marcus rearrange himself on the bed. Marcus laid back, his massive cock standing tall, a fresh condom glistening at the tip. He beckoned Kristy over, his voice a low command. "Come here, angel. Show him how you take me in." Kristy crawled over, her body shaking with a mix of lust and nervousness, her mind already clouded from the intense fucking she'd just endured. She straddled Marcus, her back to him, her hands braced on his powerful thighs. She reached down, guiding his cock to her entrance, her breath hitching as she began to lower herself onto him. John watched, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and humiliation. He could see every inch of Marcus's cock as it disappeared into Kristy, the thick shaft stretching her wide, the bulbous head pressing deep inside her. He could see the way her body trembled, the way her breath hitched, the way her mouth formed a silent 'O' as she took him in fully. Marcus groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "That's it, angel," he murmured, his voice strained with effort. "Take it all. Show him how much you can handle." He thrust up into her, his hips leaving the bed, his cock driving deeper into her. Kristy gasped, her body jerking forward, her hands clutching at Marcus's thighs for support. She began to move, her hips rolling, her body sliding up and down his shaft, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. John could see it all, the way Marcus filled her, the way her body stretched to accommodate him, the way her juices coated his cock as it slid in and out of her. John's own cock twitched, trying to rise to the occasion, but his body was spent. He could only watch, his mind a swirl of lust and submission, his eyes transfixed on the sight of Marcus taking his wife, his cock replacing anything John could ever offer. There was a hunger in Kristy, a need that only Marcus could satisfy, and John was left to watch, to wait, to wonder if he'd ever have her back the way he wanted.

Marcus fucks Kristy, he plays with her tits and rubs her clit, her body is breaking just as her mind, and for the fist time in her life she has squirting orgasm. John who is intently watching is hit by her ejaculation. Kristy's wet orgasm is too much even for Marcus who fills up second condom. He stays inside her for a little while for both of them to catch their breath, then pushes her up and down onto the bed and puts used condom on her raised ass to deal with as he goes for a drink. After Kristy's regains her senses she deals with the condom, drinking only small bit and spreading rest over her tits, belly and small bit over her pussy lips. Stunned John is still watching as Marcus returns with drinks.

Marcus's hands roamed over Kristy's body, his fingers rolling her nipples, his other hand delving between her legs to rub her clit. She was a mess of sensation, her body breaking under the relentless pace Marcus set. His cock hammered into her, his hips slapping against her ass, his breath hot on her back. "That's it, angel," he growled, his voice laced with dominance. "Come for me. Show him what a good little slut you are." Kristy, her brain misfiring with overload, let go. Her body convulsed, a scream tearing from her throat as she came undone. Her orgasm was intense, her body clenching around Marcus, her juices gushing out, spraying onto John, who sat there stunned, now soaked. Marcus grunted, his body tensing as he filled the second condom, his cock pulsing deep inside her. He stayed there for a moment, both of them catching their breath, Kristy's body still trembling with aftershocks. Marcus pulled out, his cock glistening, the condom filled to the brim. He tossed it onto her raised ass, his voice commanding. "Clean up, angel. I need a drink." He stood, his body gleaming with sweat, his cock still semi-hard, and strode from the room, leaving Kristy and John in a tangled, sweaty mess. Kristy, her mind slowly returning, looked down at the condom. She pinched it open, a small amount squirting into her mouth. She swallowed, the taste familiar and intense. The rest she spread over her body, coating her tits, her belly, and a small amount on her pussy lips. She looked up at John, her eyes glazed, her body sated. "He's insatiable," she murmured, her voice hoarse. John just stared, his mind a blur of lust and confusion. He watched as Marcus returned, two glasses of water in hand, his body still radiating power and dominance. The scene was far from over, but both John and Kristy were at the edge, pushed to their limits by Marcus's relentless pursuit of pleasure.

They take a short break, when they talk about what just happened, as the talk Kristy can´t help herself and her hand starts to play with Marcuse's cock and her pussy, which quickly escalates in another condom being in use. John decides to go and take the shower as he is still covered in his wife's cum, as he leaves he stops and watches for a short while, as Marcus fucks Kristy on her side one leg under him while other thrown over his shoulder giving John once again prime view of penetration. Screams and moans of pleasure echo through the house as John takes shover, when he returns to bedroom Kristy and Marcus are already cuddling together and now empty condom rests next to his other broken brethren.

They take a short break, when they talk about what just happened, as the talk Kristy can´t help herself and her hand starts to play with Marcuse's cock and her pussy, which quickly escalates in another condom being in use. John left the room, the sounds of Kristy's moans and Marcus's grunts echoing behind him. He needed a moment to process, to clean up, to escape the raw intensity of what he'd just witnessed. The shower was a brief reprieve, the hot water washing away Kristy's juices that coated his skin, but it did little to clear his mind. He returned to the bedroom, his body still humming with a mix of arousal and defeat. He found Kristy and Marcus entangled, their bodies slick with sweat, the scent of sex heavy in the air. They were cuddling, their limbs intertwined, Kristy's head resting on Marcus's chest. An empty condom lay discarded next to the others, a silent testament to their ongoing fuckathon. John stood there, unseen, his eyes drawn to the sight of Marcus's hand cupping Kristy's breast, his thumb lazily circling her nipple. Her breath was steady, her body relaxed, but there was a hunger in her eyes that was far from satisfied. He watched as her hand snaked down, her fingers brushing against Marcus's cock, which was already stirring to life again. "You're insatiable," Kristy murmured, her voice a low purr. She looked up at Marcus, her eyes dark with lust. "I can't get enough of you." Marcus chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down John's spine. "And you won't have to, angel," he replied, his hand slipping between her legs. "I've got plenty more where that came from." John watched, his breath hitching as Marcus's fingers found their mark, Kristy's body arching into his touch. He knew he should leave, give them their privacy, but his feet were rooted to the spot. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of his wife, her body writhing, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Marcus's cock was hard again, his body pressing against Kristy's, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. John could see the way Kristy's body responded, the way her hips lifted to meet his, the way her breath hitched, her moans growing louder, more insistent. John's own cock twitched but couldn´t get hard, his body aching with a mix of desire and humiliation. He knew he should leave, but he couldn't. He was trapped, a voyeur to his own wife's pleasure, a cuckold to a man who could give her what he never could.

Marcus goes for another condom only to find out he has run out, he wants to fuck Kristy some more but, he also knows that if he break anymore rules he could never fuck her again and he wants to make this a regular thing as he enjoys her perfect body a even better pussy. He informs John and Kristy of their predicament, John tries to be a voice of reason but Kristy's lust filled broken mind just wants to fuck, and she even desires Marcuse's cum in her still hot pussy.

Marcus reached over to the nightstand, his hand fumbling for another condom. His brow furrowed when he came up empty. "Shit," he muttered, turning back to Kristy and John. "I'm out." Kristy's eyes widened, her body still throbbing with need. "What do you mean, 'out'?" she panted, her hips still grinding against Marcus's thigh. "No more condoms," he said, his voice laced with frustration. "I can't fuck you without one, angel. Not if I want to keep doing this." John, finally finding his voice, spoke up. "Maybe we should just stop for the night. We can get more condoms later." Kristy shot him a glare, her body tense. "I don't want to stop," she growled. "I want more. I want him to come inside me." Marcus's eyes darkened at her words, his cock pulsing at the thought. But he shook his head, his voice firm. "Not tonight, angel. Not without protection. I won't risk it." Kristy's body bucked, her hands gripping Marcus's arms. "Please," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "I want to feel you. All of you. I want your cum in me." Her legs spread wide, the toes on her left foot rubbing against his inner thigh. Marcus groaned, his body torn between desire and restraint. He looked at John, who had gone pale, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and humiliation. "John, talk some sense into her," Marcus demanded, his voice strained. "I can't fuck her without a condom. Not tonight." John opened his mouth, but no words came out. He was frozen, his mind a whirlwind of lust and confusion. He wanted to protest, to be the voice of reason, but seeing Kristy like this, so desperate and needy, made his resolve crumble. He knew he should put a stop to this, but the words stuck in his throat, choking him. His eyes began to water. Seeing him struggle, Marcus growled and turned to Kristy, his voice harsh. "No, angel. Not tonight. And if you can’t handle that, then I’m gone." His cock was as hard as ever but his voice brooked no argument. He wasn’t going to throw away the access to this gorgeous woman’s body and fucking perfection. John would just have to figure it out.

John debates if he should allow it, should he let Marcus fuck his wife bareback? He looks at his twitching but soft dick and them open lusty pussy of his wife still lying on the bed, and he breaks. He lets Marcus fuck her bare. Marcus is surprised but happy, he only demands one thing and that is, John must put his (Marcuses) dick inside Kristy's wainting pusy.

"Yeah - you're right, Kristy needs it," John heard himself saying, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. His hand moved to his side, his fingers brushing against the cool metal of the knife he kept there. But he didn't reach for it. Instead, he looked at Marcus, his eyes filled with a mix of defeat and resignation. "Do it. Fuck her. Bare." Marcus's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He turned to Kristy, his voice husky with desire. He saw the lust and desperation in her eyes. "You ready, angel?" She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please," she begged, her voice a breathless whisper. "I need it. I need you. Just you." Marcus came down his body, his weight settling between her spread thighs. She gasped, her body arching up to meet his, her hips lifting to grind against his rigid cock. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. Kristy moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him on. She felt his hard cock pressing against her slick pussy, the head rubbing against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She broke the kiss, her head falling back, her mouth open in a silent scream. "Please, Marcus," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "Please, fuck me. Fill me up." Marcus chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "With pleasure, angel," he murmured, his hips shifting, his cock aligning with her entrance. "But first, John, you need to put it in."

John reluctantly obliges, and puts Marcuse's throbbing unprotected BBC inside his wife's waiting pussy. What follows is not love making, it is not even fucking it is pure mating between fertile women and majestic bull. It is intense and animalistic. John can only watch as his wife gives herself fully to Marcus.

John's heart pounded as he reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he took hold of Marcus's thick, veiny cock. He knew he should feel humiliated, emasculated, but all he could focus on was the raw, primal need in his wife's eyes. He guided the head of Marcus's cock to her glistening entrance, feeling her body shudder with anticipation. Marcus growled low in his throat, his hips surging forward as he buried himself deep inside Kristy in one powerful thrust. She screamed, her back arching off the bed, her nails digging into Marcus's shoulders. John watched, transfixed, as Marcus began to move, his hips snapping forward with a brutal, relentless rhythm. There was no romance, no tenderness—just raw, carnal need. Kristy's moans filled the room, her body meeting each of Marcus's thrusts with a ferocity that matched his own. Her legs were splayed wide, her ankles locked around Marcus's waist, pulling him deeper, urging him faster. John could see the wet, slick sounds of their joining, the way Marcus's cock glistened with her arousal as he pounded into her. Marcus's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles taut and gleaming with sweat. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into Kristy's shoulder, drawing a cry from her that was equal parts pain and pleasure. John could see the way Marcus's ass clenched with each thrust, the way his balls slammed against her flesh. Kristy's body began to convulsify, her muscles tightening around Marcus's cock as she came with a scream that shook the room. But Marcus didn't slow, didn't stop. He kept pounding into her, chasing his own release, his body a machine of pure, unadulterated lust. John watched, his own cock twitching despite the humiliation. He could see the way Kristy's body trembled with each thrust, the way her eyes rolled back in her head as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. He knew he should look away, should stop this madness, but he couldn't. He was trapped, a spectator to his own cuckolding, a willing participant in his own degradation.

Marcus mates with Kristy fills her full of his potent cum. John decides to leave a sleep in kids room. Her can still hear as Marcus and Kristy fuck two more times each time Kristy begging Marcus to cum inside her to "breed her" until they fall asleep. In the morning John is woken by another round of fucking from master bedroom he only peaks inside and sees his wife riding Marcus like there is no tomorrow.

In the intensity of the moment, Marcus's body stiffened, his thrusts becoming deeper, more urgent. He roared, a primal sound that echoed through the room, as he released deep inside Kristy. She moaned, her body convulsing around him as she felt the hot, thick spurts of his cum filling her, coating her womb. Her fingers dug into his back, holding him close as if to never let go, her breath hitching with each pulse of his release. Marcus collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged. Kristy wrapped her arms around him, her legs still trembling from the intensity of her own orgasm. John, unable to bear the sight any longer, stood up quietly and walked out of the room, the sound of their panting breaths following him. He made his way to the kids' room, the smallness of the space a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic scene he had just witnessed. He lay down, the soft hum of the kids' nightlights casting eerie shadows on the walls. But even with the door closed, he couldn't block out the sounds from the master bedroom. The bed creaked with the rhythm of their fucking, Kristy's moans and pleas echoing through the house. "Breed me, Marcus," she begged, her voice breathless and desperate. The words sent a shiver down John's spine, a mix of humiliation and dark arousal coursing through his veins. He heard Marcus's grunts, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, and the unmistakable sound of Kristy's screams as she came again, her body writhing in ecstasy. The sounds of their mating continued, punctuated by Kristy's pleas for Marcus to fill her, to breed her. John's hand found its way to his cock, stroking it slowly as he listened, his eyes closed tightly, his mind a whirlwind of shame and lust. Hours passed, or maybe it was minutes—time had lost all meaning. Finally, the house fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the kids' nightlights. John's cock was finally hard again, and aching with a need he couldn’t act upon. He lay there, his body tense, his mind racing, until exhaustion claimed him and he drifted into a fitful sleep. Morning light filtered through the curtains. John woke to the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the deep moans of his wife. He peeked inside of the master bedroom and saw Kristy, her body glistening with sweat, riding Marcus with wild abandon. Her hips moved in a frenzied rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Marcus's hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that was almost frightening. Kristy's moans filled the room, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream. Marcus's breath came in ragged gasps, his body tense as he met each of her thrusts with a force that shook the bed. John watched, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing with a mixture of humiliation and desire. He knew he should look away, should stop this madness, but he couldn't. He was trapped, a spectator to his own cuckolding and a willing participant in his own degradation.

Marcus again cums deep inside Kristy and they softly make out. After they are done they eat breakfast and Marcus fuck Kristy over the counter as a goodbye then leaves. John and Kristy talk about what will happen next and what of their relationship ( they decide to stay together a continue fucking Marcus). John reclaims Kristy in short but passionate fuck on the couch.

Marcus let out a deep groan, his body convulsing as he released into Kristy, his cock pulsing deep inside her. She moaned, her body milking him, drawing out every last drop. Their lips met in a soft, languid kiss, tongues exploring gently, a stark contrast to the wild intensity of their fucking. They pulled apart, breaths mingling, eyes locked. Marcus smirks, tracing a finger down her cheek. "Good morning, gorgeous," he murmurs before rolling off her. Kristy smiles, her body already aching for more, but knowing they have a day ahead. In the kitchen, they eat breakfast in comfortable silence, the air thick with shared secrets and unspoken desires. Marcus watches Kristy, his eyes lingering on her curves, a hunger still burning in his gaze. He sets his plate down, his voice low and commanding. "Bend over the counter." Kristy complies, her heart racing as she feels Marcus's presence behind her. He scoops up some of the leftover syrup, drizzling it down her ass, his fingers following the sticky trail. She shivers, her body already primed for him. He slips two fingers inside her, coating them in her wetness before pushing them into her ass, making her gasp. He leans down, his voice a low growl in her ear. "This is my goodbye fuck, Kristy. I want you to remember how I take you, how I own you." He slams into her, his cock filling her completely. She cries out, her hands gripping the counter as he pounds into her, his hips slapping against her ass. The kitchen fills with the sound of their fucking, the wet slapping of flesh, Kristy's moans, and Marcus's grunts. He reaches around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles, driving her wild. She comes with a scream, her body convulsing around him. He follows soon after, his cock pulsing as he fills her once more. Marcus pulls out, a satisfied smirk on his face. "See you soon, gorgeous." He grabs his bag and exits the house, leaving Kristy and John alone. John, who had been watching from the hallway, steps into the kitchen. His voice is steady, but his eyes betray his turmoil. "What happens now, Kristy? With us?" Kristy turns to him, her eyes clear and determined. "We stay together, John. We're a family. But I need this. I need him. And if you can't handle that, then—" "No," John interrupts, his voice firm. "I can handle it. I want to handle it. I want to watch you with him. I want to see you like that." Kristy smiles, relief washing over her. "Good. Because I need you too, John. I need us. Our family." John steps closer, his hand cupping her cheek. "Then let's do this. Together." He kisses her, his lips firm and demanding. She melts into him, her body already responding to his touch. He presses her against the counter, his hands eager and exploring. He lifts her onto the counter, spreading her legs wide. His cock, already hard, finds her wet and ready. He thrusts into her, his body claiming hers with a fierce intensity. Kristy moans, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper. He fucks her hard and fast, his body slamming into hers, the counter shaking with the force of his thrusts. His knees hit the cold tile as he pulls her to the edge of the counter. It's a raw, passionate fuck, a reclaiming of sorts. John comes with a grunt, his body shuddering as he releases into her. He pulls out, his cock still hard, his breath ragged. He smiles at Kristy, a mix of satisfaction and determination in his eyes. "We'll figure this out, Kristy. Together."

Epilogue: While John and Kristy stayed together, Marcus became part of their life, at first they still tried following rules but they discarded one after another similar to their fist night. One month after their fist session Marcus was regularly fucking Kristy bareback, sometimes even without John´s knowledge. Six months later worried Kristy sits by the table as she tells John and Marcus that she is pregnant and both of them could be the father.

While John and Kristy stayed together, Marcus became part of their life, at first they still tried following rules but they discarded one after another similar to their fist night. One month after their fist session Marcus was regularly fucking Kristy bareback, sometimes even without John´s knowledge. It was now almost six months since their fist meeting with Marcus as Kristy sat at the kitchen table with John and Marcus. Kristy's words hung in the air, heavy and charged. John's face paled, his eyes widening in shock. Marcus, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes never leaving Kristy's face. The news had thrown them all off balance. John’s stomach churned. Marcus looked more amused than shocked, his eyes dark with a mix of lust and curiosity. "You're sure?" John managed to ask, his voice barely a whisper. Kristy nodded, her hand instinctively going to her stomach. "Yes. I took three tests. I'm definitely pregnant." Marcus's smirk deepened. "Well, this changes things, doesn't it?" John's mind raced, a whirlwind of emotions tearing through him. Fear, jealousy, and a dark, twisted arousal all fought for dominance. He looked at Marcus, then back at Kristy, her eyes glowing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. He felt a surge of jealousy, but also a strange, perverse excitement. The thought of Marcus's seed growing inside her, of his cock having created this situation, sent a shiver down his spine. As the implications of Kristy's words sank in, it was clear things had taken a turn for the truly wild. "Marcus," John began, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "Did you know this could happen? Did you want it to?" Marcus shrugged, his eyes never leaving Kristy. "I knew it was a possibility. But I didn't mind the risk. And it seems Kristy didn't either." Kristy nodded, her voice soft but firm. "I wanted it. I wanted to feel you both, to know that part of you was inside me. And now it is." John's heart pounded in his chest, his cock stirring at the thought. He looked at Kristy, then at Marcus, seeing the raw desire in their eyes. He knew what he had to do. He took a deep breath, his voice steady and sure. "Alright. We'll figure this out. Together. Like we always do. Marcus stays here. You both will raise this child.