A Wager With Sadie: 023

Quan stalked up the bed, following her, his manhood hanging huge between his thighs. But she wanted his mouth more than anything right now. Wanted to kiss and put her arms around his hard body. Quan knew it, coming up to get his arms at her shoulders, taking her mouth again.

They kissed. Kissed a long time, and she reached down to hoist up his heavy cock and let it rest against her belly while her tongue was in his mouth.

The feel of latex was disappointing. She wondered whether it was necessary. But there was no way Teddy would let another man put his bare cock inside her.

Soon she was ready. Their kissing and the heavy feel of his arousal on her stomach getting her breath coming hot and hard again. She broke the kiss and whispered, “Okay.”

Quan got himself in position, and she looked between their bodies. Even with his body above hers, there was no hanging soft flesh. No trace of man boob, no sagging stomach. Just hard bulging muscle. Hard muscle and a huge cock.

She watched it slide downward along her stomach, over her mound. It was so wide.

***

At last it was happening. Sadie flopped back down with her back on the mattress mouth hung open in rapturous passion. She was ready to get fucked.

Her arms down at her sides, palms in the bedding, she raised her knees, her legs open, and Quan got over her, both knees on the bed, his large black hands taking Sadie, gripping her thighs just at her knees, pressing them higher, tilting her opening to him. Between his knees his huge black cock swung stiffly. The head of it, the reservoir tip, sawing back and forth so close to Sadie’s pussy.

Then he gripped it, scooted his knees closer, hefted his heavy cock and beat it against Sadie’s succulent and eager pussy flesh. She gasped, tucked her chin to her collar to watch him put it inside her.

Quan nestled the plump end into her opening and eased it into her, going slow, then with his stiff cock seated, he gripped her knees again. He pulsed his cock in and out of her, only giving her a few inches at first.

Sadie’s hand gripped his forearm. She said, “Oh, it’s so big,” and Quan kissed her. She arched her head back, and Quan continued to ease his size in and out of her. He was slow and careful.

***

Quan pushed, and she was accepting this time. Knew that extreme feel from before. Put up with the sensation of tearing, knowing pleasure would soon pool around the pain.

Sure enough, just a simple hitch in her breath, a slight feeling of something being too large, and then an incredible engine of lust roared inside her. Her pussy flooded instantly. Having another man inside her while her husband watched, set her off like a firecracker.

Quan eased deeper and the condom crinkled a squelching sound against her sudden spate of wet. Her body flooded, knowing it would need a lot of lubrication to accommodate her new lover.

“Oh, wow,” she said, and ran her hands hand in a circle over his ridged abdomen. “You’re so fucking hot,” she laughed.

Quan laughed too, and guided himself an inch deeper.

She thrust her head back into the pillows, whispered a quiet, “Ow.”

Quan’s eep voice: “You okay?”

“Keep going.”

Quan was careful with her. Sinking inside ever so slowly. Kissing her neck and then her mouth while he impaled her. It kept coming deeper, and she’d never felt more stretched in her entire life. It was incredible, and without her high heels on and worrying she would scratch his perfect skin, she hooked her feet around the small of his back as he got deeper still.

Quan said, “Tell him how it feels.”

She was surprised by the interaction. “What?”

“Remember he’s watching.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, then: “Deeper.”

Quan obliged, then eased backward. When he pulled out there was pleasure and some relief. She babbled to the room, “He’s so big, Teddy,” hoping her husband appreciated it.

Quan kissed her again, said, “Keep him with you. If you keep him with you we can do this as much as we want.”

“Yeah,” she whispered and chuckled.

That was right. That was how this works. If she wanted to enjoy this, she wasn’t alone. Teddy was here.

Quan eased into her again, spreading out her flesh. But already her body had loosened to accommodate her oversized partner. “Oh God,” she grumbled, then louder for Teddy, “Oh God, it’s so big, mm, it feels so good...”

From somewhere at the foot of the bed, Teddy said, “So, you’re good?”

She laughed. Quan laughed along with her.

“So, so fucking good,” she said, tightening her legs around Quan. She rubbed his back, his neck, caressed his head above his small ears. His dreadlocks hung down his back, and she reached for them, draped them over his shoulders so they hung above her, the tips dragging on her collar.

“Okay,” she said, “I need you to fuck me now.”

***

Sadie, accustomed and prepared, raised her face to Quan’s again, their gaze close together, eyes locked on one another. Sadie looked beautiful with her mouth hanging open, a slightly troubled furrow to her pretty brow. Quan continued to work it in and out, the sound of his massive organ stretching her, making slick wet sounds accompanied by the crinkling of latex. Sadie and Quan pressed there foreheads together, looking directly into each other’s eyes as Quan got a little deeper now. They kissed. Sadie stroked one of his forearms.

Teddy watched as they fully made out, biting each other’s lips, tonguing, and between Sadie’s legs that enormous black pole pushed in and out of her.

Both Quan’s hands planted on either side of Sadie, one of her legs hooked over his bicep, her other bare foot dancing below his bottom. Teddy was mesmerized by the sight of that too-thick branch pushing in and out of her, marveling at his wife’s wetness.

Sadie began to moan and cry, saying, “It’s so big. Oh my god, you’re so big.” She grabbed under her knees pulled herself open wider, tucked her chin into her collar so she could watch it go and out of her pussy.

The way Sadie’s legs locked around Quan’s waist drove him wild. It was insane to see his wife like this. A person he knew so well, loved so much. To see her from the outside in such a passionate, lustful point of intimacy was excruciating and exquisite. This was the height of ecstasy. That rare swig of hundred-year-old spirits. The kind that came in a teak box with brass latches and a velvet cushioned interior. Something for special occasions. Too heady and expensive for daily use, but meant to be treasured and savored in small sips.

He watched as this perfect male specimen crouched over his naked wife. His balls jostling below the round humps of hard ass muscle. The narrow waist, wide back, powerful arms spread out on either side of Sadie. It was perfection. And that enormous black polearm pushing up inside his wife’s most treasured space had his heart fluttering. So large to the point of unreal. In Sadie’s pretty pink wriggled opening. Stretched wide to accept it. Wide and wet and eager.

Despite the cartoonish scale of Quan’s manhood, Sadie warmed up to it in quick measure. Made little complaint. So hungry for it, she got past any squeamishness a normal person might have. Now she just enjoyed it.

He watched the way his wife reacted. Noted every difference in movement and vocalization between the Sadie he knew in bed and the Sadie Quan had in bed. Every disparity in appreciation for another man raced his heart faster.

Saying out loud for his sake how large Quan was.

How good he was.

Urging him for more.

Plus the remembrance of how she’d been the first to guide Quan’s cock to her opening. His bare cock. Pushing that foreskin back and accepting the hardness of another man inside her body.

There was a chance right now he was going to come in his pants. And he looked up to the ceiling, the sight on his bed way too provocative to endure. If he watched for another second he would explode.

When you were savoring, you didn’t explode. It was ruination.

Sadie’s soft moans drove him wild and he had to cover his ears. The sound of crinkling latex; the wet pussy sound of his wife; her soft whimpers as she accommodated her well-hung lover were going to send him over the edge. He looked up to the circling ceiling fan with his hands over his ears until the quivering in his belly abated. When he thought he was ready, he lowered his gaze.

Quan had both hands wrapped around Sadie’s slender wrists, her hands above her head. His body had curled against hers, one knee out to the side with his hips easing that weapon in and out of her. Her breasts jostled on her chest, and Quan tongued at her nipple, his long dreadlocks draped around her neck like a scarf.

***

It was a complete and total domination. On her back, knees up, submitting herself to male perfection. The man’s intelligence, his perfect teeth, handsome face, hard angled jaw, thick neck, powerful body, and oversized genitalia eased away all resistance. Once she raised her knees and presented her flower to this man—this king—it invited him to take her.

She’d surrendered it all to another man despite loving Teddy, despite their marriage.

She would never ever have done this, not without his permission. She might fantasize, but here it was really happening…

The stretch was enormous. His cock was huge. It spread her apart, controlled all of her forethought. A pinprick point in her front-facing mind; a beacon for her attention. The stretching went almost to the point of pain. The fullness overpowered her. Her nerves jangled with lust and wonder.

Could she take his size?

She was taking his size.

She’d never felt a man like Quan. Each plunge of his cock inside her brought a blip of fright. An eye-opening twist.

But she took him.

“Deeper,” she urged, her hands gripping muscular arms that felt like hot silk over steel.

He was beautiful. Tender, but so powerful and intimidating. This was being claimed.

Some atavistic ritual deep in her primitive brain. Legs up, her femininity opening to his hard male weapon. It was mating. It was rutting. It was staggering.

Quan pushed deeper, his hands stroked her thighs, he pushed one of her knees up to her shoulder. She drew in a deep breath, looking in his eyes. The long cords of his braided hair hung around her neck, and she pushed them aside, flung them so they hung over the shoulder opposite her husband.

Why would she do that?

Because she wanted Teddy to see.

Why would she want her husband to see? Because he was the one who gave her this gift. But the act of flipping her lover’s hair away was so automatic. She wanted the male who was her partner to witness his mate being taken by another man. And knowing her husband’s cock right now throbbed like a steel bar for her. Watching her.

It wasn’t about Quan, it was about his wife.

When she’d searched porn—on very rare occasions—the most surprising thing she found: one man and multiple women was hard to find. But one woman with multiple men was everywhere. It was everything. Even when the woman took three men at once, more men stood by, eager to get their turn. Dicks hard, ready for action. And she’d seen it with husbands, too. It was the same mechanism.

Men liked to watch women get fucked. It was deep in their DNA.

Teddy liked to watch her get fucked.

She didn’t want him to miss a single moment. He deserved it.

“Ooh,” she moaned, then: “Deeper, mm, deeper...”

Quan kissed her, and she caressed his thick neck. He gave it to her deeper. That slight tear–hitch–gasp was followed by a hot flood of her own liquid passion.

She was so into this. So into this other man’s sexual prowess her body worked overtime to accommodate him.

“You feel so good,” she said, stroking his cheeks and his neck. “You feel so fucking good. Oh, deeper…”

Quan curled his hips into hers, and that huge slab of turgid manhood pushed deeper still.

“God,” she moaned and rubbed a hand on her stomach, swiveling against him. It felt like it was in her stomach. “Mm, so deep,” she whispered, and took Quan’s plump lower lip between both teeth and gently pulled.

They kissed, and Quan pushed deeper still. She rubbed her own stomach, then his. Felt the hard plates of his muscular midsection. Then down where they were connected. His enormous girth split the V of her two middle fingers. “You feel incredible,” she said, I love it deep...”

Quan groaned and made a low appreciative sound that rumbled in his chest. He drew back his face, eyes locked on hers. He pink tongue ran over his lower lip, and he pushed deeper still. Her gasp turned to a high keening sound as he took her like no man had ever done before.