Before my husband & I were married, we had an apartment together in college. I invited my entire class over for a x-mas party, but only one person showed up. Mark. The big, black, muscular football player who had been hitting on me all semester. Mark, my husband & I spent the night innocently enough, getting drunk, however the more tipsy we got, the less subtle Mark’s flirting got, and pretty soon my husband was taking notice. My husband is a skinny, white, 5′7 stoner. Mark is a 6′4, black athlete with more testosterone than he knows what to do with. There was nothing my husband could do to stop Mark from hitting on me and he knew it. Pretty soon I knew it too, and it turned me on more than I have ever been turned on before. I started playing along, flirting with Mark right in front if my husband, getting close to him, commenting on how much bigger and taller he is than my husband. My husband was red with humiliation, but I could tell Mark was loving what his presence was doing to both myself and my husband. My husband went into our bedroom (I later found out the next day when I checked my phone that we went into the bedroom to text me about how uncomfortable he was with me wearing short shorts and “hanging off of Mark”), and by the time he came out, I was stroking Mark’s enormous cock on the couch. Now keep in mind, I love my husband. We have been dating since high school and he was pretty much the only guy I had ever been with. Mark’s cock is literally the size of my husbands scrawny little arm. When he grabbed my hand and placed it on the buldge in his pants, I was done for. It was all over as far as me resisting went. My husband came out of the bedroom and just stared at Mark’s cock throbbing in both of my hands. I was so mezmerized by the length and girth of his cock that I forgot to even take my hands off it when my husband cried out “what the fuck?!”. My husband went onto the balcony, crying like a bitch, but at the time I felt really awful. I went out and explained to him, that I love him more than anything and begged him to understand that this was out of his, or even my control. I remember saying “I mean just LOOK at that fucking cock!” to my sobbing sweetheart. “You seen that thing, I’d be stupid not to at least try it.” Just then Mark shouted my name from inside, with authority he told me to hurry up. Through the whimpers my husband pleaded, “please don’t do this”. Mark shouted my name again. I said, “Baby I’m sorry. I love you”, and kissed him on his tear soaked cheek, got up and went to the bedroom with Mark. My husband stayed on the balcony for a while longer, but by the time I was having my second orgasm, he was standing in the doorway, watching Mark aggressively fuck me harder than I had ever even imagined. My husband stood for what felt like an hour and watched Mark make me cum over and over and over. Now THIS IS WHERE OUR LIVES CHANGED FOREVER. I was on all fours, bucking back on Mark’s cock, when Mark said “Don’t stop you’re gonna make me cum” and with that my husband squeals “STOP”, which I did, but not before coming to a full stop with Mark balls deep inside me. I was quivering and cumming uncontrollably for what was probably the 8th time that night. Mark was laughing at me because I tried to pull out but he was holding my hips, locking me into a never ending orgasm. I was cumming so hard that I didn’t even notice my husband has left the doorway and was now on his knees next to the bed, eyes locked on Mark’s cock all the way inside me. Mark, unsure what was about to happen said “sup whiteboi” in his pussy melting tone. And without saying a word, my husband reached up, pushed me off Mark’s cock, and began licking Marks cock from base to head. Mark thought it was hilarious. I was too comatose to laugh but I thought it was pretty funny too. Mark continued taunting my husband and slapping him in the face with his cock. By now, I was laying on the bed with four fingers in the gape Mark just made between my legs, watching my husband worship the man who just made me cum almost a dozen times in front of him. I was still so turned on despite getting the fucking of a lifetime. I told my husband to thank Mark for satisfying me, which Mark must have really enjoyed, because before my husband could thank him, he was forcing his cock down my husbands throat and cumming directly on his toncils. Of course, my husband did thank Mark once he was finished, like the good cuck he had just become. My husband slept on the couch that night, and Mark & I slept naked in the bedroom. The next day we woke my husband up with the sound of us fucking again. My husband casually walked into the bedroom and sat quietly on the bed next to my head. He played with my hair and held my hand while Mark destroyed my pussy. At one point Mark pulled out and spun me around to show my husband how gaped ny pussy was. “Your turn” he joked. “Think she’ll still feel you?” My husband, wide eyed, quietly and slowly moved closer to my stretched pussy, and stuffed his face in it and licked every part of my swollen stretched pussy. This is when I realized how lucky I am. This is when I realized I can marry the boy I love, and make him worship me AND the man who satisfies me, without consequence. And the rest is history!
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