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Mr. Briggs said:
Next part....

Saturday felt like an eternity, every hour a slow burn of nerves and anticipation. Lisa was buzzing all day, flirty touches and whispers keeping me on edge: "Can't wait to see you take him, baby... you're going to be so good." By late afternoon we were both showered and relaxed on the couch, sharing a quiet glass of wine. The house was ready, candles flickering, soft music playing, the bedroom turned down with fresh sheets and lube on the nightstand.

The mood was charged but calm. I turned to her, nerves showing just a little.

“Babe… I’ve been thinking. You’ve always said the strap-on feels amazing for me, but… how’s a real cock actually different from the toys we’ve used?”

Lisa set her glass down, shifted closer, and took my hand. Her voice was soft, excited, and reassuring all at once.

“A real cock is alive, baby. That’s the biggest difference.”

She stroked my cheek, eyes locked on mine.

“The toy is perfect, thick, hard, exactly how I want it, but it’s still silicone. It doesn’t breathe with you. It doesn’t pulse when you squeeze it. It doesn’t get harder because it’s turned on by how good you feel.”

She leaned in, lips brushing my ear.

“A real one warms up in your hand. It’s amazing to feel it warming up, growing right there in your grip. You’ll feel the blood rushing, the veins throbbing under your fingers or against your tongue. When you take it in your mouth, it’ll twitch when you do something it likes. You’ll taste it, salty, real, incredible. And as you suck it, you’ll get little rewards of what’s to come. A little taste of the big reward.”

Her hand slid down to my thigh, squeezing gently.

“And when it’s inside you… God, when it grows inside you, that’s something else. It’ll swell even more at the exact moment you clench or moan. The heat is body temperature, skin on skin. Not cool plastic warming up slowly. It’s already hot, slick, eager. You’ll feel it jump when you make him feel good. And as it gets close… my goodness, the way it throbs, the power of it building.”

She smiled, voice dropping to a whisper. “When he comes, it’s not just volume. It’s the way it pulses, the way it floods you in waves, warm and thick and endless.”

She kissed me softly.

“That’s what makes it different. It reacts to you. It wants you back. Tonight, if it happens, you’ll feel someone needing you just as much as you need it.”

She pulled back, eyes shining.

“And I’ll be right there, watching every second of you discovering that difference. Proud of you. Turned on by you. Loving you more than ever.”

I exhaled, nerves easing into excitement.

Lisa smiled. “Ready?”

I nodded. “Ready.”

“Hey,” she added softly, squeezing my hand one last time. “Before he gets here… I want you to know something. I love you. Exactly as you are. If tonight we just have drinks and laugh and nothing else happens, I’m still the happiest woman alive. You’ve already gone so far just being open to this. I’m proud of you no matter what. If at any point you want to stop, slow down, or change your mind, you say the word and it’s done. No questions, no disappointment. Okay?”

I felt the last knot loosen. “Okay. I love you too.”

When the doorbell finally rang at eight, my heart jumped. Lisa squeezed my hand one last time. “Breathe. This is going to be fun.”

Ryan stepped in looking sharp in casual jeans and a button-down, bottle of wine in hand. “Hey, you two,” he said, hugging Lisa first, then me, a beat longer than usual, his hand lingering on my back. “Thanks for having me over.”

We settled in the living room, drinks poured, small talk flowing easy at first. Work, travel, laughs about old times. But the air was thick with unspoken tension, glances lingering. Lisa steered it masterfully, refilling glasses, her foot teasing my calf under the coffee table.

After the second round, she set her glass down. “So, Ryan… about last night.”

He chuckled, rubbing his neck. “Yeah. That was… unexpected. But hot.”

Lisa leaned forward, eyes on him. “Eric knows. I told him everything.”

Ryan’s gaze flicked to me, warm and appraising. “And?”

I swallowed, voice steady. “I’m… intrigued.”

Lisa smiled, her hand finding my thigh. “We thought we’d start slow. Drinks. Chat. If it feels right… maybe you show us what you were talking about.”

Ryan nodded, eyes darkening. “No pressure. But yeah. I’d like that.”

The conversation shifted then, Lisa drawing out details. Ryan confessed more about his frustrations: “It’s flattering at first, but then… guys tap out. Can’t take the size. Leaves me blue-balled more often than not.”

Lisa bit her lip. “Well… Eric doesn’t have that problem.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow, glancing at me. “From what you said… sounds like he’s a pro.”

I felt heat rise in my face, but Lisa’s hand squeezed my thigh reassuringly. “He is. Why don’t you show him, Ryan? Let us see if the rumors match the toy.”

Ryan stood, walking toward us until he stood right in front of where we sat side by side on the couch. The moment felt suspended, charged. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and eased his jeans and boxers down in one deliberate motion, like slow motion in a dream.

And then it appeared.

Huge, even soft. Thick, heavy, gorgeous. The most gorgeous cock I’d ever seen. It hung there between his legs, dark and veined, the skin smooth and flawless, the head full and blunt, the shaft already hinting at impossible girth. A slight upward curve promised perfect angle, and even flaccid it was longer and thicker than most men hard. It swayed slightly with his movement, weighty, commanding attention.

Lisa's breath caught audibly. "Oh my God," she whispered, eyes wide. "It's perfect. Huge even soft. Thick, gorgeous... I can't stop staring."

I couldn't either. My mouth went dry, heart hammering. It was real, alive, intimidating in the best way. Earlier in the day I hadn't been sure if I'd go through with this, but now, seeing this work of art, all I wanted was his cock.

Lisa looked at me, saw the look on my face, the hunger, and smiled, knowing. Ryan saw it too, his own expression shifting to quiet confidence.

"What do you think, baby?" Lisa asked softly. "Want to touch it?"

I nodded, hands trembling slightly. Ryan stepped closer, his cock level with my face as I sat on the couch. My hand reached out, tentative at first, wrapping around the base, warm, alive, pulsing in a way no toy ever could. It was heavy in my palm, the skin soft over steel, already starting to swell under my touch.

“Fuck,” I whispered, stroking slow, feeling it thicken in my grip.

Ryan groaned low. “Feels good, man. Nice and slow like that.”

Lisa watched, breath shallow, her hand slipping between her thighs. “God, Eric… look at your hand on him. It’s so hot seeing you hold a real cock. Feel how warm it is? How it’s growing for you?”

I nodded, mesmerized, my strokes getting firmer as it hardened to nine inches, thick and veiny, the head flaring dark and slick with a bead of pre-cum.

"Oh look," Lisa whispered, voice trembling with excitement. "A little reward, just like I told you. You ready for a little taste?"

I slowly moved closer, opening my mouth. Lisa's eyes widened. "Omg, that's the sexiest thing. Please taste him, babe."

I took the first lick, salty, real, intoxicating. Then the hunger for cock overcame me. I opened wide, taking the head, then more, trying to get as much as I could in, lips stretching, throat working.

Lisa went crazy, moaning loud. "Omg! I thought I was going to have to encourage you. Look at you, my cock-sucking husband. Taking that gorgeous cock like you were starving for it."

Ryan’s breaths came faster, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Fuck… he’s good. You sure he’s never done this before, Lisa?”

Lisa laughed breathlessly, her fingers moving faster between her legs. “Positive. This is his first real one. But look at him go, my husband’s a natural cocksucker.”

Ryan groaned, hips rocking slightly. “Damn right he is. That tongue… fuck.”

Lisa’s voice turned teasing, proud. “Told you he’d surprise you. He’s been practicing on toys for months, but nothing beats the real thing. Keep going, baby, show Ryan what that hungry mouth can do.”

I moaned around him, the vibration drawing another groan from Ryan. I pushed deeper, throat relaxing, taking him until my nose brushed his trimmed hair. Balls-deep.

“Fuck,” Ryan gasped. “He’s taking it all. Lisa… your husband’s a pro.”

Lisa whimpered. “I know. He’s made for big cock. Keep sucking him, baby. Make him nice and hard for what’s next.”

I pulled off slowly, gasping, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening shaft. Ryan’s cock stood proud now, nine inches of thick, veiny perfection.

Ryan looked down at me, voice rough. “Look… he’s really fucking good at this. If he keeps going, I’m going to blow a load in his mouth. If we’re doing anything else, we should stop now.”

Lisa moaned, eyes locked on us. “By the look of it, he’s really hungry for cum. Don’t worry, babe, if you want his load, you can have it later. But right now… I have to see his dick in your ass. If you’re up for it.”

I nodded, breathless. “Yes.”
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Omg I’m ready to bend over and lube my hole!!!!
 
I'm working to make this next part really hot. Trying to dial up the intensity and filth.

I am curious, is there anything you guys like in stories like this that you'd wish would be in them? Anything I'm missing or you'd add in? Always looking for feedback and more importantly ideas ;)
 
Personally, I love the eager wife in the story and her dialogue. Love the thought of her coaxing him into sucking and swallowing BBC cum. Perhaps watching her get fucked ,then licking his cream covered cock might add some flavor.

I think I’ve already mentioned an Asian trans cock, a massage is a great setting for that type of surprise, I think you already pointed that out. Perhaps a four hand massage with a female and ladyboy might be interesting….

Oral is more my preference over pegging, but I understand your audience may have broader tastes.
 
Mike130 said:
Personally, I love the eager wife in the story and her dialogue. Love the thought of her coaxing him into sucking and swallowing BBC cum. Perhaps watching her get fucked ,then licking his cream covered cock might add some flavor.

I think I’ve already mentioned an Asian trans cock, a massage is a great setting for that type of surprise, I think you already pointed that out. Perhaps a four hand massage with a female and ladyboy might be interesting….

Oral is more my preference over pegging, but I understand your audience may have broader tastes.
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Thanks I like that feedback :)
 
Mr. Briggs said:
I'm working to make this next part really hot. Trying to dial up the intensity and filth.

I am curious, is there anything you guys like in stories like this that you'd wish would be in them? Anything I'm missing or you'd add in? Always looking for feedback and more importantly ideas ;)
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I'm loving the wife's role. She's loving, affirming, a little teasing but she's never demeaning to him. She makes sure he knows she doesn't think less of him, and expresses her appreciation for and even admiration of him for being so brave. With a partner like that, I could explore freely all my fantasies and hers.
 
LustyScribe said:
I'm loving the wife's role. She's loving, affirming, a little teasing but she's never demeaning to him. She makes sure he knows she doesn't think less of him, and expresses her appreciation for and even admiration of him for being so brave. With a partner like that, I could explore freely all my fantasies and hers.
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Exactly what I'm trying to build/portray
 
Mr. Briggs said:
Next part....

Saturday felt like an eternity, every hour a slow burn of nerves and anticipation. Lisa was buzzing all day, flirty touches and whispers keeping me on edge: "Can't wait to see you take him, baby... you're going to be so good." By late afternoon we were both showered and relaxed on the couch, sharing a quiet glass of wine. The house was ready, candles flickering, soft music playing, the bedroom turned down with fresh sheets and lube on the nightstand.

The mood was charged but calm. I turned to her, nerves showing just a little.

“Babe… I’ve been thinking. You’ve always said the strap-on feels amazing for me, but… how’s a real cock actually different from the toys we’ve used?”

Lisa set her glass down, shifted closer, and took my hand. Her voice was soft, excited, and reassuring all at once.

“A real cock is alive, baby. That’s the biggest difference.”

She stroked my cheek, eyes locked on mine.

“The toy is perfect, thick, hard, exactly how I want it, but it’s still silicone. It doesn’t breathe with you. It doesn’t pulse when you squeeze it. It doesn’t get harder because it’s turned on by how good you feel.”

She leaned in, lips brushing my ear.

“A real one warms up in your hand. It’s amazing to feel it warming up, growing right there in your grip. You’ll feel the blood rushing, the veins throbbing under your fingers or against your tongue. When you take it in your mouth, it’ll twitch when you do something it likes. You’ll taste it, salty, real, incredible. And as you suck it, you’ll get little rewards of what’s to come. A little taste of the big reward.”

Her hand slid down to my thigh, squeezing gently.

“And when it’s inside you… God, when it grows inside you, that’s something else. It’ll swell even more at the exact moment you clench or moan. The heat is body temperature, skin on skin. Not cool plastic warming up slowly. It’s already hot, slick, eager. You’ll feel it jump when you make him feel good. And as it gets close… my goodness, the way it throbs, the power of it building.”

She smiled, voice dropping to a whisper. “When he comes, it’s not just volume. It’s the way it pulses, the way it floods you in waves, warm and thick and endless.”

She kissed me softly.

“That’s what makes it different. It reacts to you. It wants you back. Tonight, if it happens, you’ll feel someone needing you just as much as you need it.”

She pulled back, eyes shining.

“And I’ll be right there, watching every second of you discovering that difference. Proud of you. Turned on by you. Loving you more than ever.”

I exhaled, nerves easing into excitement.

Lisa smiled. “Ready?”

I nodded. “Ready.”

“Hey,” she added softly, squeezing my hand one last time. “Before he gets here… I want you to know something. I love you. Exactly as you are. If tonight we just have drinks and laugh and nothing else happens, I’m still the happiest woman alive. You’ve already gone so far just being open to this. I’m proud of you no matter what. If at any point you want to stop, slow down, or change your mind, you say the word and it’s done. No questions, no disappointment. Okay?”

I felt the last knot loosen. “Okay. I love you too.”

When the doorbell finally rang at eight, my heart jumped. Lisa squeezed my hand one last time. “Breathe. This is going to be fun.”

Ryan stepped in looking sharp in casual jeans and a button-down, bottle of wine in hand. “Hey, you two,” he said, hugging Lisa first, then me, a beat longer than usual, his hand lingering on my back. “Thanks for having me over.”

We settled in the living room, drinks poured, small talk flowing easy at first. Work, travel, laughs about old times. But the air was thick with unspoken tension, glances lingering. Lisa steered it masterfully, refilling glasses, her foot teasing my calf under the coffee table.

After the second round, she set her glass down. “So, Ryan… about last night.”

He chuckled, rubbing his neck. “Yeah. That was… unexpected. But hot.”

Lisa leaned forward, eyes on him. “Eric knows. I told him everything.”

Ryan’s gaze flicked to me, warm and appraising. “And?”

I swallowed, voice steady. “I’m… intrigued.”

Lisa smiled, her hand finding my thigh. “We thought we’d start slow. Drinks. Chat. If it feels right… maybe you show us what you were talking about.”

Ryan nodded, eyes darkening. “No pressure. But yeah. I’d like that.”

The conversation shifted then, Lisa drawing out details. Ryan confessed more about his frustrations: “It’s flattering at first, but then… guys tap out. Can’t take the size. Leaves me blue-balled more often than not.”

Lisa bit her lip. “Well… Eric doesn’t have that problem.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow, glancing at me. “From what you said… sounds like he’s a pro.”

I felt heat rise in my face, but Lisa’s hand squeezed my thigh reassuringly. “He is. Why don’t you show him, Ryan? Let us see if the rumors match the toy.”

Ryan stood, walking toward us until he stood right in front of where we sat side by side on the couch. The moment felt suspended, charged. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and eased his jeans and boxers down in one deliberate motion, like slow motion in a dream.

And then it appeared.

Huge, even soft. Thick, heavy, gorgeous. The most gorgeous cock I’d ever seen. It hung there between his legs, dark and veined, the skin smooth and flawless, the head full and blunt, the shaft already hinting at impossible girth. A slight upward curve promised perfect angle, and even flaccid it was longer and thicker than most men hard. It swayed slightly with his movement, weighty, commanding attention.

Lisa's breath caught audibly. "Oh my God," she whispered, eyes wide. "It's perfect. Huge even soft. Thick, gorgeous... I can't stop staring."

I couldn't either. My mouth went dry, heart hammering. It was real, alive, intimidating in the best way. Earlier in the day I hadn't been sure if I'd go through with this, but now, seeing this work of art, all I wanted was his cock.

Lisa looked at me, saw the look on my face, the hunger, and smiled, knowing. Ryan saw it too, his own expression shifting to quiet confidence.

"What do you think, baby?" Lisa asked softly. "Want to touch it?"

I nodded, hands trembling slightly. Ryan stepped closer, his cock level with my face as I sat on the couch. My hand reached out, tentative at first, wrapping around the base, warm, alive, pulsing in a way no toy ever could. It was heavy in my palm, the skin soft over steel, already starting to swell under my touch.

“Fuck,” I whispered, stroking slow, feeling it thicken in my grip.

Ryan groaned low. “Feels good, man. Nice and slow like that.”

Lisa watched, breath shallow, her hand slipping between her thighs. “God, Eric… look at your hand on him. It’s so hot seeing you hold a real cock. Feel how warm it is? How it’s growing for you?”

I nodded, mesmerized, my strokes getting firmer as it hardened to nine inches, thick and veiny, the head flaring dark and slick with a bead of pre-cum.

"Oh look," Lisa whispered, voice trembling with excitement. "A little reward, just like I told you. You ready for a little taste?"

I slowly moved closer, opening my mouth. Lisa's eyes widened. "Omg, that's the sexiest thing. Please taste him, babe."

I took the first lick, salty, real, intoxicating. Then the hunger for cock overcame me. I opened wide, taking the head, then more, trying to get as much as I could in, lips stretching, throat working.

Lisa went crazy, moaning loud. "Omg! I thought I was going to have to encourage you. Look at you, my cock-sucking husband. Taking that gorgeous cock like you were starving for it."

Ryan’s breaths came faster, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Fuck… he’s good. You sure he’s never done this before, Lisa?”

Lisa laughed breathlessly, her fingers moving faster between her legs. “Positive. This is his first real one. But look at him go, my husband’s a natural cocksucker.”

Ryan groaned, hips rocking slightly. “Damn right he is. That tongue… fuck.”

Lisa’s voice turned teasing, proud. “Told you he’d surprise you. He’s been practicing on toys for months, but nothing beats the real thing. Keep going, baby, show Ryan what that hungry mouth can do.”

I moaned around him, the vibration drawing another groan from Ryan. I pushed deeper, throat relaxing, taking him until my nose brushed his trimmed hair. Balls-deep.

“Fuck,” Ryan gasped. “He’s taking it all. Lisa… your husband’s a pro.”

Lisa whimpered. “I know. He’s made for big cock. Keep sucking him, baby. Make him nice and hard for what’s next.”

I pulled off slowly, gasping, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening shaft. Ryan’s cock stood proud now, nine inches of thick, veiny perfection.

Ryan looked down at me, voice rough. “Look… he’s really fucking good at this. If he keeps going, I’m going to blow a load in his mouth. If we’re doing anything else, we should stop now.”

Lisa moaned, eyes locked on us. “By the look of it, he’s really hungry for cum. Don’t worry, babe, if you want his load, you can have it later. But right now… I have to see his dick in your ass. If you’re up for it.”

I nodded, breathless. “Yes.”
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Unbelievably hot and erotic. On fire after reading this!!
 
LustyScribe said:
I'm loving the wife's role. She's loving, affirming, a little teasing but she's never demeaning to him. She makes sure he knows she doesn't think less of him, and expresses her appreciation for and even admiration of him for being so brave. With a partner like that, I could explore freely all my fantasies and hers.
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Agreed. And she still views him as a partner, not just an object
 
The Last Part...

Ryan chuckled softly, sliding in again, slow and deliberate. "You ready for more?"

"Yes," I breathed.

He pushed forward gently, inch by inch. "I'll go slow until your ass adapts to my size. Just relax and let me in."

The stretch built, burning deliciously as he filled me deeper. Lisa's voice was constant encouragement. "That's it, baby... take him slow. Feel how he's opening you up? God, your hole is stretching so perfectly around him. It's sexy as hell watching you give in."

Halfway in, the thickness hit its peak, making me whimper. Ryan paused, rubbing my back. Lisa leaned in.

"Is this enough?" she whispered, teasing. "Want to stop here?"

Ryan echoed softly, "Yeah... we can pause if it's too much."

"Please no," I gasped, pushing back desperately. "Don't stop. Give me more."

Lisa moaned, delighted. "Hear that, Ryan? My baby's hungry."

Ryan laughed low. "Fuck, that's hot."

He pushed again, slow and steady, the thickest part slipping past with a pop. The rest followed easier, deep, filling me completely until his hips pressed to mine.

"Holy shit," Lisa whispered, awe in her voice. "You're taking him all. Every inch. Look at that, balls-deep in real cock."

Ryan groaned, holding still. "Fuck, Eric... you're amazing. So tight, but you opened right up."

I moaned, the fullness overwhelming, my cock leaking steadily. "Feels... incredible."

Lisa kissed my shoulder, her hand sliding under to stroke me. "I know it does. You're made for this." Her voice turned dirtier, breathier. "Tell us how it feels, baby. Tell Ryan what his big cock is doing to you."

"So deep," I gasped. "Stretching me wide. Pulsing inside... fuck, it's better than the toy."

Ryan's hands tightened on my hips. "You want more? Want me to move?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Fuck me."

Lisa moaned, rubbing herself now. "Yes... fuck him, Ryan. Slow at first. Let me watch you fill my husband."

Ryan pulled back slightly, then thrust forward, slow, deep, the slide making me moan loud. "Like that?"

"Harder," I begged, pushing back.

Lisa's voice escalated, filthy and encouraging. "Yes, baby, take it harder. Show Ryan how greedy you are for cock." She leaned closer, whispering to me. "Tell him. Tell him how good his big dick feels."

"Fuck, Ryan... your cock's so thick," I groaned. "Feels amazing. Deeper... please."

Ryan picked up pace, thrusts building, the slap of skin filling the room. "Damn, Eric... you're taking me so well. Better than anyone."

Lisa whimpered, fingering herself faster. "Look at you two... my husband stuffed full of real cock. God, it's so hot. Fuck him harder, Ryan, make him come for us."

The rhythm intensified, deep, pounding, my prostate singing with every stroke. I leaked constantly, close now.

Ryan pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and whimpering. The sudden void hit me like a shock. I felt desperately hollow, my body aching to be filled again. I wiggled my hips, pushing my ass back blindly, chasing the cock that had just been buried in me.

Lisa gasped. "Look at that gape, baby... your hole is wide open, pink and slick. So sexy."

Ryan groaned low. "Fuck... I've never seen someone as hungry for cock as your husband. WOW. Look at him moving that ass back, begging for it without words."

Lisa moaned, eyes wide. "I know... he's starving for it."

She reached for Ryan's cock. "Ryan, can I please guide your cock back in? It's as close as I'll get to having my own to fuck him with."

Ryan nodded, voice rough. "Go for it."

She gripped the base. "Fuck, this is harder and thicker than I thought." She guided it back to my entrance, sliding the head in just enough to tease. "How the hell are you taking this, Eric? It's massive."

She held it there, rocking the head shallow, in and out, just enough to make me feel the stretch but not the fullness. I whined, pushing back desperately.

Lisa laughed, low and wicked. "Oh my God, listen to him. We need to hear just how badly you want this cock right now, baby. This is your chance. Tell us. Tell me how much you need Ryan's big cock buried in your ass."

I was drunk with lust, words spilling out without filter, raw and filthy.

"Please," I gasped, voice breaking. "I need it so fucking bad. I need Ryan's huge cock stretching me open again. Fill me, please. My ass is aching for it. I feel so empty without it. I want every thick inch slamming deep. Make me your cock-slut. Pound me until I can't think. I need to feel that big dick owning me, breeding me, ruining me for anything else."

Lisa's breath hitched, her free hand flying between her thighs. "Holy fuck, baby... keep going."

Ryan groaned, hips twitching. "Shit, Eric... say more."

"I’m your greedy hole," I babbled, pushing back harder. "I was made for cock. Made for Ryan's cock. Please, Lisa, make him fuck me. I want to feel him swell inside me, pulse, come deep. I’m begging. I’ll do anything. Just give me that cock. I need it more than air right now."

Lisa moaned loud, eyes wild. "That’s it... my filthy, cock-drunk husband. Look at you begging like a desperate whore. Ryan, he’s ready."

She finally guided him forward, the thick shaft sliding home in one long, perfect thrust. I cried out as he filled me completely, the heat overwhelming.

Ryan groaned as he sank in again, the fullness returning with a moan from all three of us. "Fuck... this is good. This is the best ass I've ever fucked. Tight, hot, greedy... taking every inch like you were built for my cock."

He started thrusting, dirty words spilling out. "Feel that, Eric? My big dick owning your hole. Stretching you wide, pounding that spot. You're my perfect little fucktoy. That greedy ass milking me... fuck, you're going to make me breed you deep."

Lisa moaned, fingering herself faster. "Yes... tell him, Ryan. He loves hearing it. Pound my husband's hungry hole. Make him your bitch."

Ryan's thrusts turned harder, relentless. "That's right... your wife's watching me ruin this perfect ass. She's dripping because her man loves cock more than pussy right now. Aren't you, Eric? Say it."

"I'm your bitch," I groaned, lost in it. "Fuck me... use me."

Lisa's voice cracked with lust. "God, yes... my husband begging for cock. Ryan, wreck him. Fill that greedy hole until he can't think straight."

Ryan slammed deeper. "This ass is mine now. Tightest, greediest hole I've ever fucked. I've never met someone born for cock like you. You'll never think about pussy again. All you'll think about is my thick cock fucking you."

Lisa was shaking. "Do it. Ruin my husband. Pump him full. I want to see it leak out of his wrecked hole while he thanks you for it."

I was beyond words, just animal moans, my cock throbbing untouched, pre-cum pooling on the sheets.

Ryan's voice grew strained. "Shit... I haven't come in three weeks. If you want a real reward, I can feed you this load."

Lisa moaned loud, her eyes locked on us. "Oh yes, please. Cum in his mouth and face, Ryan. Give my husband what he deserves."

Ryan pulled out carefully, and I turned quickly, mouth open, eager. He stroked fast, groaning as the first thick spurt hit my tongue, hot and salty. More followed, ropes landing in my mouth, across my cheeks and chin. I swallowed what I could, the rest dripping down my face.

Lisa came watching it, crying out as her body shook. Ryan panted, stepping back, spent.

Lisa pulled me to her immediately, kissing me deep, tasting him on my lips. “You’re mine,” she whispered. “Always.”
 
I'd love to hear some feedback on this most recent story.

1. Should I submit it as one big story to lit? Or break it up?
2. Any edits or suggestions?
3. Overall what do you think?
 
I thought the sex part needed the dirty talk to really amp up and go into that place where you say or think the dirtiest things. I tried to do it without going over the line and going too far. Not sure if I hit it right, stopped short or went too far.

I was also thinking if done right some of the little comments could be used in the future as a recall back to that moment.

Maybe I'm over thinking it. Looking forward to hearing what everyone thinks.
 
Mr. Briggs said:
I thought the sex part needed the dirty talk to really amp up and go into that place where you say or think the dirtiest things. I tried to do it without going over the line and going too far. Not sure if I hit it right, stopped short or went too far.

I was also thinking if done right some of the little comments could be used in the future as a recall back to that moment.

Maybe I'm over thinking it. Looking forward to hearing what everyone thinks.
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I like it and I think most of the comments were spot on. One thing that felt a little light on was positioning. It feels like the wife was more just a voice floating in the room until she reappears to kiss him at the end. Love the rest of it completely.
 
Loyalish1245 said:
I like it and I think most of the comments were spot on. One thing that felt a little light on was positioning. It feels like the wife was more just a voice floating in the room until she reappears to kiss him at the end. Love the rest of it completely.
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Hmmm good point. How would you fix that? What positions should we see her in?
 
Mr. Briggs said:
Hmmm good point. How would you fix that? What positions should we see her in?
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I don’t know, I wonder if it would be an emasculating to him if she was actively involved in her own pleasure during that time. Or II don’t know, I wonder if it would be an emasculating to him if she was actively involved in her own pleasure during that time. Or I wonder if she should be constantly physically touching him, encouraging him.

I don’t know that I have any specific answers lol
 
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