Rent-A-Bull

"Is something wrong?" She asked. Her two fingers wrapped around my limp 1.5 inch dick.

My wife Laila was incredibly gorgeous. She had long, dirty blonde hair that was always the perfect mix of straight and disheveled. Her brown eyes and smile could light up a room. Her body looked perfect tonight in the tight, blue negligee she was wearing that left very little to the imagination.

Yet I still couldn't get hard.

"Maybe you had a little bit too much to drink tonight," she offered. Still working my limp dick with her two fingers as she straddled my legs.

"Yea...maybe..." I said unconvinced. It was definitely a sobering thought that I couldn't get hard for such a beautiful woman.

"I know what you need..." she smirked. Bringing her middle finger to her lips. She pressed it into her mouth and started sucking on it while giving me a devious wink. It was the most seductive thing to watch, but still my cock had no reaction.

Finally, she grinned as she withdrew it from her lipsticked mouth, and brought it down between my legs, under my balls, and into my crack.

"No honey...you don't have to do that..." I whimpered. Humiliated that my wife knows one of the best ways to get me hard is to play with my asshole.

"Shhh!" She said as she pressed against my hole. "Just relax..."

And with that she pressed inward. Slowly working her finger inside me. I gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as she wriggled around inside me. I was somewhat ashamed of how good it felt. Especially when she expertly found, and pressed against, my prostate.

With my eyes rolled back, I could feel her stroking me with one hand while she worked the other inside me.

After a couple minutes of me squirming in ecstasy, she stopped. I looked down as she withdrew her fingers. My dick was still soft, and might have even retreated further in on itself.

But still, Laila hid her obvious disappointment. Simply shrugging and leaning over to the bedside table.

She rummaged through the items until she pulled out two buttplugs. "Which one?" She asked. Holding up the Medium-sized rubber pink one, and the large-sized black one that vibrated.

I hesitated for a moment. Again, feeling pathetic that this is what it was coming to. But I hated disappointing her. I just wanted to get hard, but the added pressure made the task even harder to achieve. I knew what would take my mind off of it.

"The black one..." I said sheepishly.

She smirked a bit. As if knowing that would be my answer. She took out a bottle of lube and began applying it to the plug and my anus.

It took her several minutes to work it in. The mood effectively killed at this point. But Laila always persevered and enjoyed the challenge of getting me hard. Though, I don't know how many wives would have to work this hard to do so.

Once the plug was all the way in, she picked up a tiny remote, and pressed a button.

Immediately I felt a pulsing sensation inside me. It sent tremors down my spine and legs. Making me tingle all over.

We both watched my dick vibe and twitch. Growing to almost 2 inches in size, but still not big or hard enough to really do anything with.

"Whelp..." she finally said after playing with several settings, resorting to the last card in her deck of tricks, "I guess i'll have to get the diapers..."

"No! No..." I said, exasperated. Taking my own dick in my fingers and stroking myself. "That's…that’s not necessary..."

She raised both her eyebrows as if to say "Come on, we BOTH know this is the most tried and true method..."

And it was. This wasn't the first night something like this occurred. My inability to get hard has ground our sex life to a halt on several occasions. But bringing out the diapers has never failed. Not even once.

This time was no different.

I could feel my breathing get heavier as she went to the closet and started rummaging. There was no mistaking the crinkling noise as she pulled out a fresh, disposable Rearz diaper. She held it up with a smile.

"Awww!! Wittle baby is excited already isn't he?!" She cooed as she got between my legs. It took years of communication and training to get her to the point where she felt comfortable and confident enough to dominate me. She was much more vanilla when I met her. Over time she's actually come to enjoy the D/s relationship. Although diapers are something she'll probably never be into, she'll at least partake for me because she knows I enjoy it.

"Lift up, baby boi!!" She ordered as she unfurled the diaper. Sliding it underneath my backside.

As she raised the front of the diaper it was like she was raising my dick from the dead. I could feel it growing as she closed the diaper over it and fastening the tapes.

"Awww!! Wook's wike somewon has a wittle tent in their diapy!!" She giggled, pointing at the tiny hill in my front. She poked and prodded my little nub with her fingers. Then her palm. Watching how hot and heavy it made me as the feeling of the soft padding mixed with the sound of crinkling and rustling drove me crazy.

Therein lies the problem with wearing diapers in the bedroom: sure, it's fun to wear and use as foreplay to get excited. But you're limited as to what sort of penetrative sex positions you can do when there's a diaper blocking the way.

Sure, some people poke a hole in the front and slip their penis through so they can fuck and keep a diaper on at the same time. But that's for those who are...more endowed than me. With only 4 inches to work with, I'm already needing to use every bit I can to noticeably perform. So when that 4 inches is trying to protrude through 2 inches of padding, I'm not left with much wiggle room.

Laila was determined, though. She gently peeled the waistband of the diaper down, enough to poke the head of my pathetic prick out the top. She smirked as she climbed over it, lowering herself down onto it, reaching between her legs and screwing up her face in concentration as she tried to aim what little she had to work with into her pussy. Finally, she found the spot, gasped, started urgently scooting her hips back and forth on the tip of my penis, then sighed.

My dick had slipped out.

She kept her face stoic as she reached between her legs again, wriggling my member around until it was back inside her. I could feel her warmth, it felt great, but after another scoot or two, it plopped out again.

It was like my dick genuinely didn’t want to fuck my wife. I cursed myself. I cursed my stupid genetics, my inadequacy, my poor performance.

“Well,” she said, managing to quell the frustration from her voice, “I guess…we’re gonna have to call Daddy…”

That did it.

My cock immediately sprang into action. Giving a whole two inches of clearance from the slightly pulled down diaper.

“Ohh” Laila giggled, “someone excited about Daddy?”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded. ‘Daddy’ was a mythical figure to us. There was no actual person we were referencing. The idea had been broached a while back. I originally floated it as a “joke”. I don’t even know how it happened, or what the context was. Maybe Laila was deep in her ‘Mommy’ role, taking care of me and such, and I proffered the possibility of her needing a Daddy to take care of her.

The concept had been all over the neck of the internet I usually lingered. You couldn’t go searching for diaper porn without eventually coming across the idea of a Daddy as a caregiver or a potential fill-in for the Mommy in a hotwife or cuckold scenario.

The idea of being cuckolded by a dominant male always appealed to me, but it’s something I doubt I’d ever want to actually happen.

“Yea?” Laila breathed, getting hot and heavy with me, “we need Daddy to come in and take care of you? Take care of me?”

I was nodding and whimpering beneath her. Squirming as much as I could without dislodging my pulsing cock from her pussy.

“Yea?? You want Daddy to come in and fuck Mommy? Make Mommy cum?”

“Mhmm!!” I agreed.

“Mommy’s gonna cum right now…i’m gonna…i’m gonna…”

But my dick popped out again.

She didn’t mask her frustration this time. Groaning loudly as she worked my tiny dick back in.

“Ahhh!! There we go! That’s it! Keep it in baby! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna!”

But before she could work out her orgasm, I had already begun shooting my load inside her. My dick spurted and then retreated, making it too small and limp to do anything with.

“S-sorry…” I said shamefully

Laila sighed.“It’s okay…” she said, grumbling as she climbed off of me. I felt so ashamed as she laid down and faced away from me. This wasn’t the first time I disappointed her, either by cumming too fast or being too small and limp, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

I cuddled up behind her, feeling the heat coming off her body as rubbed her back consolingly, searching for something to say.

“Maybe…” I proffered, “maybe we should try to find a Daddy…”

She stiffened a bit. I figured she’d taken offense, but instead she said “you think?”

“Yea…” I replied, not sure if I was sure of the words coming out of my mouth, “I think it would be good for you, for us.”

“You’re okay with another man fucking me?” She asked incredulously.

It stung when she put it so bluntly, but maybe it was because I’d just cum and had lost all horniness, surely I’d be all for it when my libido built up again.

“Yes.” I said, “I think you…need it.”

She stayed quiet for a long time. So long I thought she’d fallen asleep. “Okay.” She finally said. That was it. Just ‘ok’. “Will you go get my vibrator?”

I went to the dresser and grabbed the long, purple penis that had probably given my wife more orgasms than I had. I brought it back to the bed and handed it  to her, she smiled softly as she slipped it under the covers and between her legs, clicking it on so the low thrum of the vibrations could be felt along the bed.

By the time I fell asleep next to her, she was on her way to giving herself her 4th orgasm.

******

“I found three potential bulls,” she said the next morning over breakfast.

I almost choked on my cereal. We had just woken up less than an hour ago. How had she already found three bulls? How did she even know that terminology? I couldn’t remember ever using it around her. Did she stay up all night researching and looking? Or had she done it before and was just waiting for the go ahead from me? “H-how did you find them?”

“It’s this site called Rent-a-Bull.com. Look! This one has a very nice cock! And this one already knows about your diapers…”

I spewed the milk out of the spoonful in my mouth.

“You told them?? About my diapers?!” I asked, horrified.

“Well of course, dear” she said nonchalantly, grabbing a rag and wiping the soggy cereal from my chin like I was a toddler. “That’s not something you typically want to surprise someone with. What if he gets here and sees that? He might beat your ass if he wasn’t aware, or worse, he would just leave!”

My mouth hung agape as I tried to process her words.

“These two are available tonight!!” She exclaimed. Showing me her phone with the pictures of the potential Daddy’s. I couldn’t help but notice all three of them were very large black guys.

“Tonight?” I gulped, this was all happening so fast, “are you sure?”

“Well yes, honey. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

She looked me in the eyes, searching, as if she were waiting for me to fold.

It was obvious she wanted this, even if she had been holding back and humoring me this whole time. It must have been in the back of her mind for a while. She probably never would have acted on it alone. She needed my approval. Without it, I worry it would cause resentment with how often I underperformed in bed.

I sighed, “Yes, tonight. Let’s do it.”

Her face lit up with a bright smile. She kissed me hard on the lips, then sat back and started typing on her phone.

She spent the rest of the day bouncing around the house, unable to wipe the smile off her face as she wiped down every surface in the house.

“What should I wear tonight?” She asked, holding up three pieces of lingerie. She had accrued quite the selection over the years of our marriage. A bunch of attempts to get me hard without having to resort to the diapers.

“The red one.” I said honestly. It really did hug her body in just the right way. Pushing her already perky breasts up in a way that made them seem to defy gravity. The garters hugged her hips and held the thigh-highs in place.

“Will you lick my ass?” She asked as she turned to the vanity to apply her make-up. “Sorry, I'm just a little nervous…”

She didn’t seem nervous, she seemed giddy. But I wanted to make sure she was comfortable, so I got on my knees behind her and buried my face between her cheeks.

I’d gotten good with my tongue over the course of our relationship. Being able to please her, even in a small way, helped ease my nerves too. Hearing her hum softly as we both started getting turned on. By the time she pulled me away and turned, I had drool running down my cheeks. I drooled even more at the sight of her.

Her hair was flawlessly pinned back, her eyeliner was laid on thick, giving her this gorgeous glare, and her lips were painted a deep red. She looked like a fiery vixen. It made my cock twitch.

She stood me up, “go get your diapers.”

My heart sank, “Honey, I don’t know if I want to wear those while…”

“Oh don’t be silly!” She said, waving away my trepidation, “I want you to…enjoy yourself…too! The real question is whether we should also put you in a dress…”

She smirked as I went off to get a diaper before she could get any more ideas.

“Plug too!” She called. “The one with the remote!”

I ended up bringing the entire box of goodies. Plopping them down in front of her. She smiled as she sifted through the box, pulling out one of my pink princess diapers. I had hoped she’d settle for one of the solid white Molicares. She pointed her finger to the floor, indicating for me to put myself there. I felt my cock already stiffening as she pulled down my pants, tossing them to the hamper as if to say “you won’t be needing these for the rest of the night.”

She unfurled the diaper and laid it under me, then grabbed the 4 inch black buttplug and started lubing it up. “I don’t want you making messy diapers while Mommy has her fun!” she explained. She was getting more in the mood, we both were. My excitement growing as she pressed the plug to my hole and gently worked it in. “That okay?” She asked once my hole swallowed it all and it was nestled between my cheeks. I nodded innocently, slipping into subspace. She smirked as she grabbed the tiny wireless remote, clicking a button to test it. The plug immediately started buzzing in my bum. She clicked it again and it started pulsing. More clicks made it increase in intensity and then decrease to a low thrum. Finally she clicked it off, smiled, and started powdering me before taping my diaper up nice and tight.

She checked her watch “it’s 9pm, they should be here any minute!”

Did she say “they”? Shouldn’t it be “he”? I was pondering her choice of words just as the doorbell rang.

“Why don’t you go to the bedroom?” Laila said, unable to keep the anticipation from her voice as she put her robe on over the lingerie. “We’ll be there in just a minute.”

******

She had a chair set out for me in the corner. I shifted in it uncomfortably from a combination of the plug and just general anxiety.

I stiffened when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The doorknob rumbled, and so did my stomach. Laila entered the room with two large arms around her, one from each of the two large black men they were attached to.

“Sweetheart, I want you to meet Jerry and Damien.” she smiled and both of the men nodded. Laila stepped out of their hold and leaned over in front of me. Staring me straight in the face. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

She genuinely looked concerned with my well-being. I was nervous, sure. This was all a little more than I bargained for. But this whole thing had been a fantasy I had tucked away somewhere in a dark corner of my brain. I never thought it would come to fruition. Now that it was, I was tense, but a little intrigued.

I nodded, body quivering. “Okay,” she smiled, “we’ll use the green, yellow, red, safeword system.” I nodded again in understanding. She glanced down at my diaper. “Looks like you’re excited already…”

She was right, it was the hardest I'd been in a while. So hard she was able to see it poking through the padding of my princess pampers. She rubbed it a bit, teasing me with a grin before turning around to the two guests waiting patiently. She pulled her robe off, exposing her outfit I picked out for her earlier. I loved seeing the guys’ eyes light up. Knowing they thought my wife is as hot as I do was oddly intriguing.

She moved between both of them, kissing the guy named Damien and reaching down to Jerry’s pants and gently squeezing the large bulge. Things were weirder now, seeing her kiss and touch another man, but I welcomed it, if a bit anxiously.

Laila glanced back, I must have been squirming and making my diaper crinkle, “Everything okay?” She asked before switching to kissing Jerry.

“Yes, Honey.”

“Mommy” she corrected.

“Yes, Mommy.”

She giggled as she painted the outline of Damien’s cock through his pants. He was already hard, and at least twice as big as me.

Laila dropped to her knees eagerly, pulling down both of the men’s sweatpants. Both of their cocks bobbed up and down. Laila glanced back at me again, as if waiting for me to go ‘red’. I didn’t, just nodded again. She smiled and turned back to Damien in her right hand. Slowly, sensually, she took him in her mouth. Hmming softly as she pushed her head onto it. I waited to hear her gag, to hear her sputter, but she didn’t. She just kept taking it until it was all the way down her throat. Still managing to stroke Jerry’s cock at the same time.

She gasped as she came back up for air, then moved her head to Jerry’s cock. She didn’t go nearly as slow with him. Taking and sucking and slurping his cock vigorously. Soon, she was bouncing back and forth from each cock to the other. Using her saliva as lube to stroke whichever cock wasn’t in her mouth.

It was actually really hot to watch. Seeing her breathing so heavily, the way she clenched her legs, knowing she was getting incredibly turned on, feeling her getting turned on. I reached between my legs to the front of my diaper.

“Na uh!” She said immediately. Plopping Jerry’s dick out of her mouth. “No touching yourself!” She said without even having to look, “I don’t want you cumming too soon!”

She reached down to her garter, pulling out the tiny remote tucked there, then clicked it, kicking the plug up my bum into action with a low, dull buzz. “Suck your thumb while you watch Mommy suck something else!” She smirked mischievously before turning back to the two men.

I sat there with my thumb in my mouth, feeling like an idiot crinkling around in a diaper watching my wife make gluck gluck gluck noises on two stranger’s dicks. But I was incredibly turned on. She clicked the remote again and made the plug start pulsing in time with the back and forth of her head. She was gasping for breath as she switched between each of the slimy 8-10 inch cocks.

“Does he want to suck my dick?“ Jerry asked, speaking up for the first time, “betas like him usually do…” he shrugged.

Laila turned back to me with a huge grin, “watta you think, hubby? You wanna play too?” She crooked her finger at me. I stood up off the chair, probably quicker than I should have, popped my thumb out of my mouth, then dropped to my hands and knees to slow down my gait and crawl over in front of Jerry.

Laila beamed at me as I got on my knees next to her. We had always joked about me having to play with the ‘Daddy’ too during our deeper (usually drunken) episodes of dirty talk. But again, I don’t think either of us ever expected to get to this point.

“Are you okay?” she mouthed. I bit my lip nervously, but nodded. Now that I'd given the ok, she grabbed the back of my head, and slowly started pushing me towards Jerry’s cock. I closed my eyes, opening my mouth, waiting to taste dick for the first time.

“Oh wait!” Laila cried, “Lemme get your bib…”

She hustled over to the closet and grabbed the oversized bib we used sometimes. It read ‘B-A-B-Y’ in block letters, but Laila always joked it was my ‘blowjob bib’.

“There we go!!” she cooed after she pinned it around my neck, “Now the baby’s ready for his ba ba!” I looked up at Jerry, who must have thought this whole thing was super weird. But he just smirked and shrugged like this was an everyday occurrence he’d seen many times before.

She grabbed the back of my head again, gently leaning me closer. “You can do it, baby” she whispered encouragingly. “Take him in your mouth, that’s it.”

The fleshy head wasn’t how I expected. It was much warmer and squishier than any of the dildos I’d practiced on. It was also slimier, but that was probably from Laila’s saliva. I looked up at Jerry smiling down at me, it made me feel nice to have approval from all sides. I closed my eyes and started getting into it. Moving my head back and forth, licking and sucking like I’d seen porn stars–or Laila–do.

Laila laughed at my enthusiasm, “I always figured you’d be a good cocksucker!” she said without malice. Turning back to Damien’s dick so she could service him further. We both bobbed our heads in rhythm with each other.  Glancing to each other’s side to watch what the other looked like, smiling a bit at how our relationship was developing.

Laila came up for air. She reached a hand down between my legs. “Are you enjoying yourself?” she pinched the front of my crotch, feeling my throbbing boner. “Ohhh you sure are!!”

Between her stimulating my cock, the plug vibing in my ass, and the pheromones in the room, I was getting quite worked up. I took my frustrations out on the cock in my mouth. Losing all regard for how I looked and focusing only on how my mouth felt for the man I was pleasing.

“Wow he’s really getting into it!” Damien observed.

“Told you those betas love that shit!” Jerry agreed.

Laila giggled as I took Jerry’s dick as far as I could down my throat. She flicked the plug to a higher setting to encourage me to go faster. It was so hot. I was shaking from being so turned on. My heart was pounding through my chest.

“You’re doing so good, baby!” Laila cheered, giving me another playful squeeze on my crotch.

That did it. I felt myself building up for a while, but her little tease was all I needed. I clenched. I tried to hold it back. Tried to force it back down, but I couldn’t. I knelt there, convulsing with another man’s dick in my mouth.

Laila crooked an eyebrow at me. “Sweetheart…did you just…?” she leaned over, peeking into the top of the waistband of my diaper. “Oh my goodness! You sure did!!”

She looked up at the two men who seemed a bit confused, “He…he just came in his diaper.” She explained, laughing in a slightly embarrassed but also expectant sort of way.

My face flushed. I tried to keep sucking the dick to take my mind off of it. But it suddenly got a lot less fun, so I took it out and shrunk into myself.

“Na uh,” Laila chided, “Just because you creamed your little pampers doesn’t mean you get to stop pleasing!” she snapped. I immediately got back on the cock, whimpering a bit at how pathetic I felt. But knowing I would secretly be jerking off to this exact moment in a couple days, weeks, and years from now.

“Shall we move to the bed, boys?” Laila asked after she was satisfied I’d made amends. She got up off her knees and moved seductively to the couch while Jerry and Damien stood around her, stroking.

“How do you want to do this?” Damien asked.

“However you want, I’m used to sex with him so literally anything is an improvement.” she laughed, sending me a wink to know there wasn’t any hard feelings, “Do you want to show them how we have sex hubby? Show these big stwong men how you fuck your wife?”

I was a bit taken aback, I didn't expect her to put me at the forefront like this. I figured my job would be mostly observational, so it was nice to be included. But as I stood to walk over to her, I realized just how intimidating it was being in the presence of two bigger, stronger men. I shuffled between them and over to where my wife was waiting, legs spread, on the bed.

“Do…do you want me to remove my diaper?” I asked sheepishly.

“Do we typically have sex without you in a diaper? She asked sweetly.

“N-no ma’am…”

“Then get over here and show them! Show them how you hump mommy in your wittle diapy!”

I climbed on top of her awkwardly and pressed my sticky diaper between her legs. I would have reached in to pull my dick out, but it was so intimidated and spent that it was shriveled and tucked tightly between my legs. Laila smirked at me, as if reading my mind and knowing I would be having issues.

“Come on baby!” She cheered, “Show the big men how you do humpies!!”

I wriggled pathetically on top of her. Rubbing the diaper against her very wet pussy and making it slide back and forth. I could hear the two men chuckling from behind. I knew I looked ridiculous, but the humiliation of it was actually turning me on again. I could feel myself growing inside my padding.

“That’s enough, sweetheart!” Laila said, “Better stop now before you make a goo goo in your diaper again. Let’s let the big boys have a turn!”

I was a bit relieved to be off of her and be done making a fool of myself. I knelt down at the edge of the bed, and Damien replaced me between my wife’s legs.

“Now, honey, are you sure you want this?” Laila asked me genuinely as Damien held his cock inches away from her glistening pussy. She bore her eyes into me, searching them both for any sign of reluctance.

I gave a deep sigh. Laila and I’s relationship was always amazing anywhere outside of the bedroom. But my inability to please her had always felt like a rift keeping us apart. It seemed like the most logical step would be to have someone, or someones, help out in that department.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I said, genuinely.

She waited for me to change my mind, but when I didn’t, she nodded. “Okay, well I’m going to need you to beg Mr. Damien then…”

I looked up at the stranger standing between me and my wife. “Mr. Damien…err..Daddy…will you please…fuck my wife? Will you pleasure my Mommy for me? In ways I can’t do…?”

The man looked down at me, then Laila, as if waiting for her approval. Laila smirked and nodded. Damien grabbed both of her hips. Laila’s breathing immediately changed. She started panting as he pulled her along the bed with ease, bringing her closer to him.

Without using his hands, he aimed his huge, rock hard cock into my wife’s pussy. Laila’s jaw dropped as she felt the tip enter her. She looked over at me, I was worried she might be pleading for help, that she couldn’t take it all. But instead, her eyes rolled in the back of her head as Damien pressed into her. She clawed the mattress, squeezing the sheets, tilting her head back and groaning.

“Ohhh my GODDD” she moaned. Letting out a guttural groan as he filled her with every inch of him.

“Does he feel good, honey?” I asked, holding her hand to keep it from spasming.

“He feels amazing, baby!!” she breathed. A feeling of warmth came over me, not just from me wetting my diaper at that very moment, but also to see her so happy and content.

Jerry climbed on the bed next to her. Putting his cock in her view. She tilted her head back hungrily and took him in her mouth as Damien started pounding her. Laila’s muffled moans around Jerry’s cock were music to my ears. Her body looked beautiful as the waves and tremors the men were sending coursed through her.

“Tell me how good it feels,” I told her, not that I needed to guess. But it was nice to hear it from her.

“It feels wonderful, honey! I feel so full! So. fucking. GOOD!” she emphasized the last words with each stroke of Damiens pounding.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cuM!” she shouted around Jerry’s balls in her mouth. She clenched my hand with an iron grip and I could sense the pressure building in her blood. I could feel her heart pounding as the men pounded her. She jerked my arm involuntarily, then started convulsing on the bed as Damien laid into her.

Jerry pulled out of her mouth so that she could fight for breath. I was worried she would hyperventilate. But instead she let out a huge, deafening moan “Holyyy SHIT!!!”

She collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. Damien and Jerry both pulled out and let her enjoy the most intense orgasm of her life.

“Let’s…” she breathed…”Let’s…” still gasping, “let’s….do that again!”

*****

Laila was on her hands and knees now. Being spitroasted by the two men, with me directly below her in the 69 position. I was watching Jerry’s balls bounce back and forth as he slammed his cock in and out of my wife’s gaping pussy. She pressed it down to my face to lick her clit every now and then, but the stimulation could get too much for her. She massaged her hands around my legs, being sure to avoid the crotch of my diaper so I didn’t have another ‘accident’.

Jerry cleared his throat, “Uh…where would you like me to…’complete the transaction’?”

I was confused about his meaning, but Laila apparently wasn’t, “Let’s let the baby decide! Where do you want Mr. Jerry to cum, hubby? Tell Mommy…”

It was a bit of a strange predicament. Should he go in her mouth? Should he go in my mouth? Her back? Na…that seemed boring.

“In your pussy, Mommy” I whimpered, knowing she was on birth control even though we probably didn’t need it much when it was us fucking.

Jerry needed no further instructions. He grabbed her hips and drove deep, long strokes into her. I could see his balls twitching as they smacked me in the forehead, I could hear his breathing quickening. Finally, he grunted, and I could see his dick pulse as he pumped shot after shot of jizz inside my wife. He slowly pulled out his slimy cock and warm goo immediately started raining down on me from both Jerry’s head and Laila’s creampie.

Laila aimed Jerry’s cock into my mouth, making me clean his and her juices off of it before having me clean out the mess inside her.

“Where do you want Mr. Damien to go, hubby?” she asked when it was done.

I squirmed beneath her.

“You want him to go in your mouth, don’t you?” she giggled, reading me too well.

She sent me to my knees on the floor next to the bed, pulled Damien in front of me, and started stroking his cock right in my face.

“Open up, sweetheart! I want you to catch it all!”

But there was no containing all of that. Damien erupted with the biggest cumshot I've ever seen. Glazing me from eyebrows to nipples in his hot, sticky semen.

“Well,” Laila laughed, “It’s a good thing I made you wear that bib afterall!!”

******

After our (regular) clothes were back on, the four of us sipped drinks, shared stories, and had lots of laughs. Turns out Jerry and Damien are really cool, easy-going guys. Damien has a wife and kids but she has him doing this stuff on the side to make extra cash, while Jerry and his partner have a house in the upper west side.

As they made their way to leave, Laila wrapped them both in a hug and thanked them politely, as if they just came over to help fix the pipes. I gave both of them a firm handshake, looked them both in the eye, and with my utmost appreciation said “Thank you so much, for everything.”

I said it with sincerity, the two of them gave my wife what she needed. What I needed to feel complete and worthwhile in this relationship. Laila and I had bonded more in the last 24 hours than we did in the last 2 years of our 5 year marriage. I finally felt like my inadequacy was okay. That it could be compensated for. That Laila and I didn’t need to have sex directly in order to feel closer to each other.  We loved each other just as much–if not more–than we did the day before. “Come back any time!” we said together, and waved them both goodbye.

THE END