My New Story..... Wife Made Me Suck Cock

[Mr. Briggs]

Hey Everyone. Just sent in my new story. It only took 21 years to write my second story.

I've heard Lit is backed up on approving stories. Eager to get some feedback here is the beginning of the story.

Wife Made Me Suck Cock

Wow. 21 years since my first story. It's wild to think how much can change, and how some hungers never go away. If anything, they grow deeper, sharper, more honest with time. This is a story for all the friends I've made here on Lit. You know over 21 years my hunger for cock would only grow. Enjoy.

My name is Eric. My wife, Lisa, is everything. Smart, sharp, fit as hell, and more confident now at 45 than she was at 28. We've always had great sex, dirty talk, late-night confessions whispered half-drunk in bed. And while I'd always been the one to push boundaries, lately Lisa has been guiding them. Which brings me to this night.

It started at our favorite sex shop. We'd bought plenty there over the years, and the owner, Dan, always gave us that sly smile. He knew who the toys were for. He'd watched us blush, then return. Watched us shift from shy shoppers to something bolder.

That night, Lisa was in heels and tight jeans. I was buzzing with nerves and excitement as we browsed. We were about to ask Dan about a new toy when he leaned over the counter and said, "You two always come in here, but you've never visited our private area downstairs."

Lisa tilted her head. "Private area?"

"VIP booths. Discreet. Clean. You can watch scenes, play with each other, or just enjoy the room. Tell you what, I like you two. Take a new toy if you want, but skip the shopping. Go enjoy the booth. One hour. On me."

Lisa grinned and looked at me. "What do you think?"

I nodded, trying to play it cool. But my heart was already racing.

We walked downstairs. The hallway was dim and carpeted. We passed two closed doors, then found ours, Room 4. Inside was warmer and more inviting than I expected. A plush bench, a huge TV, mood lighting, water, wipes. Cozy. Private. Almost too clean.

The room was smaller than I expected, clean and plush. A long bench lined the far wall, a massive screen dominated the front, and soft LED strips glowed along the baseboards. Lisa walked in first, heels clicking on the polished floor. She looked so good in her tight jeans and black top. Confident. Curious.

I followed, a bundle of nerves and anticipation. We hadn't planned this. And that was what made it hot.

She flopped onto the bench, crossed one leg over the other, and picked up the remote. "Let's see what kind of filth Dan stocked this place with."

The screen lit up with a carousel of categories.

Lesbian. Big Boobs. Amateur Couples. Blowjobs. Public Play. BDSM. Dirty Talk. Butts. Threesomes.

Lisa raised an eyebrow. "You always did have a thing for big butts."

I grinned. "You have a big butt."

She smirked. "Exactly."

She scrolled further.

Cream Pies. Voyeur. Toys. MILFs. Feet.

"Mmm, what about MILFs? Should we see what the competition looks like?" She gave me a wink and kept scrolling. Then paused.

Strap-on.

"Ooh," she said slowly. "Strap-on section." Her voice changed, low and playful, a little sing-songy. She looked over her shoulder at me. "Does my baby want to watch some strap-on action?"

I swallowed. The word strap-on always had that effect. Especially when it came from her lips.

She clicked. Thumbnails filled the screen. Dommes in leather. Curious girlfriends on hotel beds. Shy husbands on all fours. One caught her eye, a curvy brunette with a soft belly, strapped into a thick black dildo, easing into her man while whispering in his ear.

Lisa let out a low whistle. "Oh, this one looks good."

The scene started. Slow strokes. Heavy breathing. Her hips grinding against his ass while her hands caressed his chest.

Lisa turned to me, eyes playful. "Recognize that look on his face?"

I laughed, but it came out shaky.

She patted her lap. "Come here. Sit next to me. Let's watch together."

I sat, pulse racing. The woman onscreen cooed something we couldn't hear, then pushed deeper. Her partner whimpered, back arching.

Lisa leaned in. "You remember your first time?" she whispered.

I nodded.

She smiled. "Tell me the line. The one you said you jerked off to for years."

I hesitated.

She stroked my thigh through my jeans, slow and rhythmic. "Say it."

My voice came out low. "You asked me if I was ok. You were taking your time making sure it didn't hurt. I told you it felt great and asked for more. You laughed and said somebody has a greedy cock-hungry ass, I'm already balls deep babe."

She bit her lip. "God, I love that line."

She turned back to the screen, still stroking my leg. "You were so nervous. But your body knew. It opened up like it had been waiting."

I swallowed hard.

She reached up, undid the top button of my jeans. "Do you still get that ache? That stretch-hungry feeling?"

I nodded.

"Good," she whispered, pressing her lips to my neck. "Because watching this makes me ache. I might need to strap one on again. Bigger this time. Something new. Something that makes you forget every toy we've ever owned."

The woman onscreen moaned louder. Her dildo was halfway in now, thick and glistening. Her partner's eyes were wide, mouth open in pleasure.

Lisa's hand drifted over my bulge. "Mmm. You're already hard."

"Can you blame me?" I whispered.

"No," she said. "But I can push it."

Her hand slowed to a teasing pace, just enough pressure to keep me hard but wanting.

"You know what I always loved?" she purred. "When I strap it on and you look up at me like I'm the only thing you've ever wanted. That look like you'd beg me to go deeper even when you're already full."

She kissed my neck again. "What was your favorite part? Huh?" she whispered. "When I bend you over? When I hold your hips and fuck you like you're mine?"

I moaned softly. "When you whisper. When you make me say it."

Lisa smiled. "Say what?"

My throat was dry. "Say that it's yours. That my hole is yours."

She leaned in and whispered, "Remember when I made you suck it? I had you get it ready before I used it."

Her voice dropped, slower now. "I made sure I was wearing our realistic black cock. I always wondered what your pretty little lips would look like wrapped around a big black cock."

My cock pulsed hard against my jeans.

"Ohhhh," she whispered, glancing down. "Is this turning you on?" Her palm pressed over my bulge again. "Do you wish I had that strap-on here? That thick black one I made you worship before I slid it in?"

I groaned, unable to speak.

"You want that again?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"You want me to make you do it in front of someone? Or just whisper in your ear while you take it?"

"Yes. Anything."

Lisa didn't move her hand. Instead, she reached for the remote and started scrolling again.

"You know what? Let's look at something bigger."

She landed on Monster Cocks.

She selected a video. The screen filled with thick, hanging, impossibly hard cocks. Lisa leaned back, hand still on me.

"What do you think of these, baby?"

I swallowed.

She clicked to another video. A cock that looked unreal, thick and veiny, swollen with need. A man stood over a kneeling guy whose lips were parted, eyes glassy. The head of the cock tapped his cheek, smearing precum.

"God," Lisa whispered. "Look at the size of that. You think you could take it?"

I didn't respond.

She turned to me. "I bet you'd try. I've seen that look in your eyes. The one that says stretch me open and make me feel it for days."

My cock throbbed.

She reached under the waistband and wrapped her fingers around me. "Still hard. Even harder now. You like watching him get fed that cock? You imagining yourself down there?"

I nodded.

"Would you suck it if I told you to?"

I let out a sound. Not yes, but not no.

She leaned in. "You love making me proud. And if I said I wanted to see it, see that pretty mouth open for something thick and dripping, you'd do it, wouldn't you?"

I exhaled slowly.

She purred, "Watching you on your knees. That same stretch... but in your throat instead of your ass."

Then came the knock....

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Let me know if I should post part 2 or wait for it to come out on Lit

 

[xrockx1]

Let me know if I should post part 2 or wait for it to come out on Lit

Please post part 2. Many of us are waiting to be pushed to our knees.

 

[DickandDoof]

My shaft is so hard and desperate to cum. It will probably stay that way until you post part 2. I love the way your hunger for cock slowly and subtly emerges. It feeds my own desire — like I’d love to feed you.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Then came the knock.

Soft. Electric.

We turned toward the curtain.

Lisa's eyes widened. "Well," she whispered. "Looks like someone wants to play."

The curtain pulled aside.

What emerged first was the shape. Then the light hit it.

A cock. Real. Heavy. Dark and veined. Soft, but still six inches long. Thick even without trying. The head full. Warm. Hanging low. Already glistening.

I froze.

She leaned closer. "That's real, baby. Bigger than any toy we've ever used. Warm. Alive."

Lisa's grip on me tightened. "Oh my God," she breathed.

She stared at it, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Then she looked at me. "You okay?"

I nodded, but it was a lie. My whole body was vibrating. My cock was rock hard, trapped in her hand. My mouth dry. My thoughts gone.

"I just..." she whispered. "It's soft."

She reached forward. Her fingers touched it.

She gasped. "It's heavy. It's fucking heavy soft."

She cupped it gently, like she didn't want to wake it, like she was holding something sacred.

"Oh my god," she repeated. "I can feel the weight in my palm. It's not even hard yet." She let out a tiny laugh. "I didn't know soft could feel like that. Like it's... alive."

She turned her head toward me, her eyes shining with arousal and disbelief. "Baby," she whispered. "Touch it."

I hesitated.

Her voice softened. "Come on. Just feel it. I want you to know what it's like. I want us to know."

She moved her hand just enough to make space. My fingers reached out, tentative, shaking, and made contact.

Warm. Thick. Heavier than I expected. It twitched. I nearly pulled away, but Lisa's hand caught mine.

"Stay," she whispered.

I nodded, breath catching. She leaned in and kissed my jaw.

"It's real. And it's big soft. You know what that means?"

I nodded again, unable to look away.

Her voice was lower now, almost reverent. "It's going to be so much bigger hard. I can't even imagine it inside you yet. But I want to."

I swallowed hard. My hand still rested on it, and my cock pulsed in her grip.

Lisa's voice brushed against my ear. "That's it," she whispered. "Let it happen. Let it grow... right there in your hand."

And it did.

Slowly. Deliberately. Like it knew I was holding it. Like it had been waiting for this moment too.

The weight in my palm shifted. Thickened. I could feel the pulse of blood, the throb as it filled. Inch by inch, it lifted, not with urgency, but with gravity-defying confidence. Like it always got this reaction.

Lisa exhaled next to me. "Oh my god," she whispered. "It's getting harder."

She was still cupping the base, her thumb brushing over the skin like she was memorizing the shape. The curve. The sheer size.

"It's not even done," she murmured, eyes wide. "Feel that? It's still growing."

And it was. Now it was close to eye level, pointing slightly upward, dark and firm and massive. Easily nine inches, maybe more. Thick all the way up. The kind of cock that made you question every decision you thought you'd made, and want to make new ones.

My hand barely fit around it now.

Lisa looked over, saw the way I was breathing, the flush in my cheeks, the way I kept involuntarily squeezing the base.

She smiled. "You're trembling again."

"I know," I whispered.

She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "You've never touched one this big, have you?"

I shook my head.

Her voice dropped, warm and wicked. "You've stroked toys this size. Taken them. But this... this is real. It's pulsing in your hand."

The cock twitched again, firmer now. The veins pronounced. The head swollen and wet with precum.

Lisa's hand slipped from the base and slid up behind mine. "Stroke it, baby," she whispered. "Nice and slow. Show me how you'd take care of it."

My hand moved, almost on instinct. Up. Down. The skin warm and slick. The shaft so thick my fingers didn't close around it. My own cock twitched in my pants, aching, helpless.

Lisa moaned softly. "That's it."

Her words dropped straight into my chest like heat.

"You love this, don't you?" she breathed. "Helping. Preparing. Being useful."

I nodded. "Yes."

"Because you know what comes next."

I froze. My hand still wrapped around that incredible shaft, now hard and proud and ready.

Lisa turned to me, her voice low and tender. "He hasn't said a word. He's just watching you. Letting you stroke him. Letting you feel every inch before you decide."

She kissed the side of my face. "But I know you. You don't want to decide. You want to be told."

I swallowed.

She reached for my waistband. "You're leaking."

I nodded.

She smiled. "Of course you are."

Lisa turned her head slowly and finally looked up at the man, at his face. He met her gaze. Calm. Confident. Unbothered.

She looked back at me and whispered:

"He's waiting, baby. But I think he knows. I think he sees it in your eyes that you're about to beg me to let you put that beautiful cock in your mouth."

Lisa held my face in her hands and tilted it gently toward hers. "Breathe," she whispered. "Look at me."

I did. My eyes were wide. Wet. Open.

Her thumb traced over my bottom lip. "You've dreamed of this. So many nights. So many times with toys. Whispering my name while you fucked yourself, wishing it was real."

I nodded, desperate.

She leaned in, her lips grazing mine. "You're ready, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Her eyes gleamed. "Say it. Say what you want."

I hesitated, trembling. My voice barely made it out.

"I want to suck it."

Lisa's breath caught. Her eyes locked onto mine like she'd been waiting to hear that for years.

Then she smiled.

She turned toward the cock, thick, heavy, still glistening from the slow stroke I'd just given it, and wrapped her hand around the base again. It twitched at her touch.

She guided it gently, bringing it just inches from my lips.

"There," she said softly. "That's for you."

My mouth opened on instinct, heat radiating through me. I could smell him. Clean. Faintly musky. Erotic in a way no toy ever was.

But I didn't move.

Lisa leaned in again, her breath hot on my ear. "Lick it."

Her hand pressed lightly on the back of my neck.

"Just the tip. Like we practiced."

My tongue flicked out, shaky at first, and met the warm, slick head. Salty. Thick. Real.

Lisa moaned softly.

"There you go," she whispered. "That's my boy."

I licked again, slower this time. More confident. My mouth opening a little wider. Exploring.

The cock pulsed.

Lisa stroked my hair. "Taste him. Use your tongue like you mean it. You've wanted this. Needed this."

My lips parted, and I wrapped them around the tip. Soft suction. A gentle suck.

Lisa's hand gripped my shoulder, steadying herself. "Fuck," she breathed. "You look so hot like this. Do you feel it?"

I nodded, cock pressed to my tongue, my lips sliding a little further down the shaft.

"Good," she purred. "Now take more."

I did.

Each inch slid in warmer than the last. My lips stretched, my throat tensed. My cock pulsed, untouched and aching.

Lisa watched, voice low and proud. "That's it. Use your mouth. Feed on it. Make me proud."

She pressed her palm to my back. "I want to see how far you can go."

I moaned around the shaft, the sound vibrating through my throat.

Lisa leaned in. "Look at me."

I glanced up. Her eyes were wide, breath shallow, fingers trembling against her thigh.

"You're beautiful," she whispered. "Beautiful with a cock in your mouth."

She kissed my forehead, then whispered:

"You're mine. And now he knows it too."

The cock pressed against my tongue, heavier now, firmer. Not full hardness yet, but enough that I had to work for it.

Lisa's fingers caressed my jaw as I started to suck, slowly, cautiously.

"Mmm," she breathed. "Look at those lips. Taking it like they've done this before."

She moved behind me, her palm against my lower back.

"Arch a little more. Yes. I want him to feel how eager you are. Don't just suck. Offer."

My body obeyed before my mind could process. I pushed my hips forward slightly, arching just the way she told me, as if my mouth and ass were begging to be filled.

Lisa moaned. "Fuck, baby. You're being so good. I can't believe this is real. That this is my husband. On his knees. Worshiping cock like he was meant to."

The man stayed silent, letting her lead.

I moaned around the shaft, feeling it swell. My lips stretched wider, my jaw loosening. Every inch felt like a new surrender.

Lisa stroked my hair.

"Remember what I told you?" she whispered. "If you can't take it all, stroke the base with your hand. Let your throat learn. Let it open."

I did. My hand found the slick, warm base and stroked while my lips wrapped tighter around the top.

"Ohh baby," Lisa said, voice breaking slightly. "You're making me so wet right now. Seeing you like this... it's better than any porn. Better than anything we've ever done."

She reached into her jeans. I heard the wet sound of fingers finding her clit.

"God, you look used already. And he hasn't even started fucking your throat yet."

I whimpered again.

She leaned down, voice thick with arousal. "You love this, don't you?"

 

[Mr. Briggs]

I nodded around the cock.

"Say it. Pull off just enough to say it."

I slid back, panting. "I love it."

"What do you love?"

I swallowed. "I love sucking his cock for you."

She moaned. "Good boy."

She pulled my hand from his cock and replaced it with hers.

"Now just take him. Don't think. Just serve."

The next time I went down, I didn't hesitate. I let the shaft press deeper into my mouth, my lips wrapping tighter, my breath slowing to match the rhythm of my surrender.

Lisa's voice was everything.

"Look at you... you were made for this. Your lips. Your tongue. That pretty mouth looks perfect wrapped around cock."

Then softly, like a reward:

"I'm so proud of you."

He was warm in my mouth, soft, but thick, heavy, pulsing gently with each breath I took. I let my lips close around him, tongue pressed low, still unsure how much to move.

Then I heard her.

"Oh my god," Lisa whispered. "Look at you."

Her voice was everything.

I opened my eyes. She was kneeling beside me now, not touching, just watching, her lips parted, pupils blown wide. She looked at me like I was a miracle.

"That's so fucking hot," she said. "You're doing it, baby. You're sucking your first cock."

Her words landed somewhere deep. I moaned softly around him.

She smiled and moved closer. "You look beautiful like that. So gentle. So eager. I knew you'd be good at this."

I suckled softly, slowly. His cock twitched, thickening just a little more. I could taste his precum now, faintly sweet, unfamiliar. Lisa noticed the way my thighs clenched.

"Mmm. There it is," she purred. "That little twitch you get when you like something more than you thought you would."

I blushed, but didn't stop. If anything, I leaned in more.

She brushed my hair from my forehead, tender. "You're not doing this for him, are you?" Her eyes searched mine. "You're doing it for me. To show me you'll go anywhere I take you."

I nodded slowly, lips still wrapped around him.

She exhaled, voice shaky. "That's my good boy."

Her hand grazed my back, light as air. "You know what turns me on the most? Not just watching your lips slide over that cock, but knowing you're proud to make me proud."

My heart surged. My cock throbbed, untouched.

Lisa leaned in, whispering now, like a secret between us. "You're making this look like worship. Like his cock is your offering to me."

Another drop of precum touched my tongue.

I moaned, deeper this time.

She closed her eyes, almost overwhelmed. "That sound," she said. "It's the same sound you make when I slide something deep inside you and your whole body gives in. That sound means you're gone. You're mine."

Her hand settled on my ass, grounding me. "You don't even know how good you look right now. Like a cock-drunk angel."

I sucked a little deeper. Not because I had to, but because I wanted her to see me take more.

Her breath hitched. "That's it. Take your time. You're not proving anything to him. You already proved it to me the second you opened your mouth."

I moaned again, lips tight around him, heart racing with something between joy and surrender.

"You're making me so wet," she whispered. "Just from watching. Just from how beautiful you are when you give in."

I kept sucking, slow and warm. Each inch was for her. Every sound I made, every lick, every swallow, it all belonged to Lisa.

And she knew it.

She stroked my lower back with slow, steady fingertips. "You feel how heavy he's getting?" she whispered.

I nodded, my lips still wrapped around the thick, growing shaft.

"That's because of you, baby. You're doing that." Her voice was honey-thick with awe. "Your mouth is making him hard. You're the reason he's starting to swell."

He twitched again. I moaned around him.

Lisa's hand slid higher, up to the back of my neck. "God, you sound so sweet like this. Every little sound you make goes straight between my legs."

I pulled back slightly, just until the head was resting on my tongue, and looked up at her.

Her eyes locked on mine. "You want to keep going?"

I nodded.

"Then show me," she whispered. "Show me what my baby boy does when he wants to make me proud."

I took him again, deeper now. Not because I had to, but because I craved her praise. I wanted to hear it. Needed it.

She gasped. "Ohhh, fuck yes. Look at you."

He was fully hard now. Thick. Dark. Ridged with veins that pulsed against my lips. He filled my mouth, but not painfully, just enough to remind me who I was doing this for.

Lisa knelt closer, her breath brushing my cheek. "You know what's crazy?" she whispered. "Watching you like this makes me feel like the luckiest woman alive."

I moaned again, louder, needier, and she knew she had me.

She slid a hand between my legs, cupping my balls through my jeans. "Still rock hard," she whispered. "Of course you are. Your mouth is full, your heart's wide open, and I'm right here telling you how fucking beautiful you look."

I pulled back, gasping. "Lisa..."

She held my chin gently. "Yeah, baby?"

"I want to do it right. I want to make you proud."

She kissed me, soft and deep. "You already are."

Her tone shifted, from loving to slow, sensual command.

"Open wide."

I obeyed, trembling but ready.

"Let your tongue relax. Let him in. Let me watch you take care of your first real cock."

I wrapped my lips around him again, lower this time. My throat opened more easily now, my body adjusting, yielding.

Lisa moaned quietly beside me. "That's it. That's my boy. Look at what you're taking. Look at how fucking beautiful you are."

She brought her hand to her waistband, slipping under it, breath catching.

"I'm touching myself, baby. Because of you. Not him. You."

Every word was a reward. Every breath she took was a signal to go deeper, surrender further.

And I did, with her voice in my ear and her pride in my bones.

His cock twitched in my mouth, thick, fully hard now, and I felt the weight of it shift. Lisa noticed instantly.

Her hand slid around my neck. "Ohhh. Is he close?" she whispered, her tone laced with glee. "You're gonna make him cum, baby. With that pretty mouth."

I moaned around him, and the sound made him pulse again.

Lisa's voice dropped lower, soft and electric. "That's it. Don't pull away. Stay there. Make him feel it."

She brought her lips to my ear. "You've already taken so much. Made him hard. Made him need you."

Her fingers moved under my chin, tilting my head just enough to watch my eyes. "You ready to swallow it?"

I blinked, almost dazed, then nodded.

"Don't waste a drop. Show me how much you love giving this gift."

I opened wider, bracing.

He twitched once, then again, and then I felt it. A sudden warmth, a heavy pulse, and then

Hot spurts flooded my mouth. Salty. Real. His whole body tensed above me as the cock throbbed against my tongue. I moaned, half in shock, half in surrender.

Lisa gasped beside me. "Yes... yes, that's it, baby."

Her hand pressed into the back of my head, not forcing, just guiding. "Keep him in your mouth. Let him finish. Let him know you wanted this."

I stayed. Felt it all. The weight, the spill, the helpless shudder of release.

When it stopped, I pulled back slowly, lips dragging gently along the shaft.

Lisa looked at me like I was art.

Her eyes drank me in, the shine on my lips, the way my chest rose and fell, the trace of cum at the corner of my mouth.

She cupped my jaw. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

I swallowed, barely breathing.

"You just took your first load," she whispered, proud and possessive. "From a real cock. And your own never went soft."

Lisa leaned in and kissed me softly, her lips brushing the corner of my mouth where a drop still lingered. "Let's go," she whispered, her voice steady now. "We've got more fun waiting at home."

She helped me up gently. I was still buzzing, cock hard, heart pounding, mouth tingling from everything I'd just done. She adjusted my jeans for me, her touch slow, deliberate. "You were perfect," she said, brushing my chest. "Exactly what I hoped for."

We stepped out of the booth together. The hallway was empty. Still warm. Still glowing low with that same soft red light. I felt like a different man walking through it now.

At the top of the stairs, Dan was behind the counter again, wiping down a glass.

He looked up as we approached. "Everything to your liking?"

Lisa smiled, cool, calm, in control. "Even better."

Dan nodded. "Glad it worked out."

I glanced between them, suddenly aware of something unspoken. The way his eyes lingered on her. The way hers lingered right back.

Then she said it, just light enough to seem casual, but laced with intent.

"Thanks for lining things up exactly how I asked."

He smirked. "Always happy to help."

My stomach flipped. My breath caught.

Lisa leaned close to me, running her hand down my arm. "You ready, baby?"

I nodded. But inside, everything spun.

She had arranged this.

Planned it.

Chosen it.

For me.

And the way she held my hand as we left... like she owned the night, and me along with it?

I'd never been more turned on in my life.

Thanks For Reading! If you enjoyed it let me know in the comments. I read them all and get turned on knowing I turned you on

 

[LustyScribe]

Holy.FUCK! That was SO hot! Please, please continue! I'd love to see you publish this on here. It makes it much easier to come back to it as a Favorite. Oh, and a BIG Thank You! for sharing it!

 

[txfuncouple]

Very nice story Mr. Briggs. Don’t take so long before your next!

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Holy.FUCK! That was SO hot! Please, please continue! I'd love to see you publish this on here. It makes it much easier to come back to it as a Favorite. Oh, and a BIG Thank You! for sharing it!

Wow. Thank you. You just made my day.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Very nice story Mr. Briggs. Don’t take so long before your next!

Thanks

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Here is a bonus that isn't in the story i submitted to Lit.

Later that night my wife and the secret cock exchanged msgs.


[Private Messages – 12:08 AM]
Him:
Wow.
That was fucking incredible.
Best blowjob I’ve ever had.
You sure he’s a first timer?


Lisa:
First real cock, yes.
But he’s been practicing for me for years.
Toys, videos, commands.
He just needed the right moment…
And the right cock.


Him:
Well, damn.
He took it like he was made for it.


Lisa:
He was.
He gets hard just from the taste now.
Even when he’s not touched.
You saw that, right?


Him:
Yeah.
He never went soft.
Whole time my cock was in his mouth, he looked like he was in heaven.


Lisa:
Because he was.
And now I’m wondering…


Him:
What?


Lisa:
What that pretty mouth looks like with your cock in his throat
while your fingers stretch his hole open.
Or mine.
Maybe both.


Him:
Shit.
You serious?


Lisa:
Dead serious.
You got a friend?
One who’s even bigger?


Him:
I do.
He’s thick. Black. Quiet.
Biggest I know.


Lisa:
Perfect.
You feed my husband your cock again.
Your friend stretches him open from behind.

Him:
Fuck, Lisa.


Lisa:
Let’s see what he’s really made for.

 

[TallWillie]

Are you , me? Love strapons, cock curious? So hot. Great story Mr Briggs would love to read the epilogue of what happened when you got home.

 

[Newlyfound2]

I nodded around the cock.

"Say it. Pull off just enough to say it."

I slid back, panting. "I love it."

"What do you love?"

I swallowed. "I love sucking his cock for you."

She moaned. "Good boy."

She pulled my hand from his cock and replaced it with hers.

"Now just take him. Don't think. Just serve."

The next time I went down, I didn't hesitate. I let the shaft press deeper into my mouth, my lips wrapping tighter, my breath slowing to match the rhythm of my surrender.

Lisa's voice was everything.

"Look at you... you were made for this. Your lips. Your tongue. That pretty mouth looks perfect wrapped around cock."

Then softly, like a reward:

"I'm so proud of you."

He was warm in my mouth, soft, but thick, heavy, pulsing gently with each breath I took. I let my lips close around him, tongue pressed low, still unsure how much to move.

Then I heard her.

"Oh my god," Lisa whispered. "Look at you."

Her voice was everything.

I opened my eyes. She was kneeling beside me now, not touching, just watching, her lips parted, pupils blown wide. She looked at me like I was a miracle.

"That's so fucking hot," she said. "You're doing it, baby. You're sucking your first cock."

Her words landed somewhere deep. I moaned softly around him.

She smiled and moved closer. "You look beautiful like that. So gentle. So eager. I knew you'd be good at this."

I suckled softly, slowly. His cock twitched, thickening just a little more. I could taste his precum now, faintly sweet, unfamiliar. Lisa noticed the way my thighs clenched.

"Mmm. There it is," she purred. "That little twitch you get when you like something more than you thought you would."

I blushed, but didn't stop. If anything, I leaned in more.

She brushed my hair from my forehead, tender. "You're not doing this for him, are you?" Her eyes searched mine. "You're doing it for me. To show me you'll go anywhere I take you."

I nodded slowly, lips still wrapped around him.

She exhaled, voice shaky. "That's my good boy."

Her hand grazed my back, light as air. "You know what turns me on the most? Not just watching your lips slide over that cock, but knowing you're proud to make me proud."

My heart surged. My cock throbbed, untouched.

Lisa leaned in, whispering now, like a secret between us. "You're making this look like worship. Like his cock is your offering to me."

Another drop of precum touched my tongue.

I moaned, deeper this time.

She closed her eyes, almost overwhelmed. "That sound," she said. "It's the same sound you make when I slide something deep inside you and your whole body gives in. That sound means you're gone. You're mine."

Her hand settled on my ass, grounding me. "You don't even know how good you look right now. Like a cock-drunk angel."

I sucked a little deeper. Not because I had to, but because I wanted her to see me take more.

Her breath hitched. "That's it. Take your time. You're not proving anything to him. You already proved it to me the second you opened your mouth."

I moaned again, lips tight around him, heart racing with something between joy and surrender.

"You're making me so wet," she whispered. "Just from watching. Just from how beautiful you are when you give in."

I kept sucking, slow and warm. Each inch was for her. Every sound I made, every lick, every swallow, it all belonged to Lisa.

And she knew it.

She stroked my lower back with slow, steady fingertips. "You feel how heavy he's getting?" she whispered.

I nodded, my lips still wrapped around the thick, growing shaft.

"That's because of you, baby. You're doing that." Her voice was honey-thick with awe. "Your mouth is making him hard. You're the reason he's starting to swell."

He twitched again. I moaned around him.

Lisa's hand slid higher, up to the back of my neck. "God, you sound so sweet like this. Every little sound you make goes straight between my legs."

I pulled back slightly, just until the head was resting on my tongue, and looked up at her.

Her eyes locked on mine. "You want to keep going?"

I nodded.

"Then show me," she whispered. "Show me what my baby boy does when he wants to make me proud."

I took him again, deeper now. Not because I had to, but because I craved her praise. I wanted to hear it. Needed it.

She gasped. "Ohhh, fuck yes. Look at you."

He was fully hard now. Thick. Dark. Ridged with veins that pulsed against my lips. He filled my mouth, but not painfully, just enough to remind me who I was doing this for.

Lisa knelt closer, her breath brushing my cheek. "You know what's crazy?" she whispered. "Watching you like this makes me feel like the luckiest woman alive."

I moaned again, louder, needier, and she knew she had me.

She slid a hand between my legs, cupping my balls through my jeans. "Still rock hard," she whispered. "Of course you are. Your mouth is full, your heart's wide open, and I'm right here telling you how fucking beautiful you look."

I pulled back, gasping. "Lisa..."

She held my chin gently. "Yeah, baby?"

"I want to do it right. I want to make you proud."

She kissed me, soft and deep. "You already are."

Her tone shifted, from loving to slow, sensual command.

"Open wide."

I obeyed, trembling but ready.

"Let your tongue relax. Let him in. Let me watch you take care of your first real cock."

I wrapped my lips around him again, lower this time. My throat opened more easily now, my body adjusting, yielding.

Lisa moaned quietly beside me. "That's it. That's my boy. Look at what you're taking. Look at how fucking beautiful you are."

She brought her hand to her waistband, slipping under it, breath catching.

"I'm touching myself, baby. Because of you. Not him. You."

Every word was a reward. Every breath she took was a signal to go deeper, surrender further.

And I did, with her voice in my ear and her pride in my bones.

His cock twitched in my mouth, thick, fully hard now, and I felt the weight of it shift. Lisa noticed instantly.

Her hand slid around my neck. "Ohhh. Is he close?" she whispered, her tone laced with glee. "You're gonna make him cum, baby. With that pretty mouth."

I moaned around him, and the sound made him pulse again.

Lisa's voice dropped lower, soft and electric. "That's it. Don't pull away. Stay there. Make him feel it."

She brought her lips to my ear. "You've already taken so much. Made him hard. Made him need you."

Her fingers moved under my chin, tilting my head just enough to watch my eyes. "You ready to swallow it?"

I blinked, almost dazed, then nodded.

"Don't waste a drop. Show me how much you love giving this gift."

I opened wider, bracing.

He twitched once, then again, and then I felt it. A sudden warmth, a heavy pulse, and then

Hot spurts flooded my mouth. Salty. Real. His whole body tensed above me as the cock throbbed against my tongue. I moaned, half in shock, half in surrender.

Lisa gasped beside me. "Yes... yes, that's it, baby."

Her hand pressed into the back of my head, not forcing, just guiding. "Keep him in your mouth. Let him finish. Let him know you wanted this."

I stayed. Felt it all. The weight, the spill, the helpless shudder of release.

When it stopped, I pulled back slowly, lips dragging gently along the shaft.

Lisa looked at me like I was art.

Her eyes drank me in, the shine on my lips, the way my chest rose and fell, the trace of cum at the corner of my mouth.

She cupped my jaw. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

I swallowed, barely breathing.

"You just took your first load," she whispered, proud and possessive. "From a real cock. And your own never went soft."

Lisa leaned in and kissed me softly, her lips brushing the corner of my mouth where a drop still lingered. "Let's go," she whispered, her voice steady now. "We've got more fun waiting at home."

She helped me up gently. I was still buzzing, cock hard, heart pounding, mouth tingling from everything I'd just done. She adjusted my jeans for me, her touch slow, deliberate. "You were perfect," she said, brushing my chest. "Exactly what I hoped for."

We stepped out of the booth together. The hallway was empty. Still warm. Still glowing low with that same soft red light. I felt like a different man walking through it now.

At the top of the stairs, Dan was behind the counter again, wiping down a glass.

He looked up as we approached. "Everything to your liking?"

Lisa smiled, cool, calm, in control. "Even better."

Dan nodded. "Glad it worked out."

I glanced between them, suddenly aware of something unspoken. The way his eyes lingered on her. The way hers lingered right back.

Then she said it, just light enough to seem casual, but laced with intent.

"Thanks for lining things up exactly how I asked."

He smirked. "Always happy to help."

My stomach flipped. My breath caught.

Lisa leaned close to me, running her hand down my arm. "You ready, baby?"

I nodded. But inside, everything spun.

She had arranged this.

Planned it.

Chosen it.

For me.

And the way she held my hand as we left... like she owned the night, and me along with it?

I'd never been more turned on in my life.

Thanks For Reading! If you enjoyed it let me know in the comments. I read them all and get turned on knowing I turned you on

Very hott

 

[gametime07]

Great story, I really enjoyed it. Would love for it to become reality one day.

 

[Suburbia]

I nodded around the cock.

"Say it. Pull off just enough to say it."

I slid back, panting. "I love it."

"What do you love?"

I swallowed. "I love sucking his cock for you."

She moaned. "Good boy."

She pulled my hand from his cock and replaced it with hers.

"Now just take him. Don't think. Just serve."

The next time I went down, I didn't hesitate. I let the shaft press deeper into my mouth, my lips wrapping tighter, my breath slowing to match the rhythm of my surrender.

Lisa's voice was everything.

"Look at you... you were made for this. Your lips. Your tongue. That pretty mouth looks perfect wrapped around cock."

Then softly, like a reward:

"I'm so proud of you."

He was warm in my mouth, soft, but thick, heavy, pulsing gently with each breath I took. I let my lips close around him, tongue pressed low, still unsure how much to move.

Then I heard her.

"Oh my god," Lisa whispered. "Look at you."

Her voice was everything.

I opened my eyes. She was kneeling beside me now, not touching, just watching, her lips parted, pupils blown wide. She looked at me like I was a miracle.

"That's so fucking hot," she said. "You're doing it, baby. You're sucking your first cock."

Her words landed somewhere deep. I moaned softly around him.

She smiled and moved closer. "You look beautiful like that. So gentle. So eager. I knew you'd be good at this."

I suckled softly, slowly. His cock twitched, thickening just a little more. I could taste his precum now, faintly sweet, unfamiliar. Lisa noticed the way my thighs clenched.

"Mmm. There it is," she purred. "That little twitch you get when you like something more than you thought you would."

I blushed, but didn't stop. If anything, I leaned in more.

She brushed my hair from my forehead, tender. "You're not doing this for him, are you?" Her eyes searched mine. "You're doing it for me. To show me you'll go anywhere I take you."

I nodded slowly, lips still wrapped around him.

She exhaled, voice shaky. "That's my good boy."

Her hand grazed my back, light as air. "You know what turns me on the most? Not just watching your lips slide over that cock, but knowing you're proud to make me proud."

My heart surged. My cock throbbed, untouched.

Lisa leaned in, whispering now, like a secret between us. "You're making this look like worship. Like his cock is your offering to me."

Another drop of precum touched my tongue.

I moaned, deeper this time.

She closed her eyes, almost overwhelmed. "That sound," she said. "It's the same sound you make when I slide something deep inside you and your whole body gives in. That sound means you're gone. You're mine."

Her hand settled on my ass, grounding me. "You don't even know how good you look right now. Like a cock-drunk angel."

I sucked a little deeper. Not because I had to, but because I wanted her to see me take more.

Her breath hitched. "That's it. Take your time. You're not proving anything to him. You already proved it to me the second you opened your mouth."

I moaned again, lips tight around him, heart racing with something between joy and surrender.

"You're making me so wet," she whispered. "Just from watching. Just from how beautiful you are when you give in."

I kept sucking, slow and warm. Each inch was for her. Every sound I made, every lick, every swallow, it all belonged to Lisa.

And she knew it.

She stroked my lower back with slow, steady fingertips. "You feel how heavy he's getting?" she whispered.

I nodded, my lips still wrapped around the thick, growing shaft.

"That's because of you, baby. You're doing that." Her voice was honey-thick with awe. "Your mouth is making him hard. You're the reason he's starting to swell."

He twitched again. I moaned around him.

Lisa's hand slid higher, up to the back of my neck. "God, you sound so sweet like this. Every little sound you make goes straight between my legs."

I pulled back slightly, just until the head was resting on my tongue, and looked up at her.

Her eyes locked on mine. "You want to keep going?"

I nodded.

"Then show me," she whispered. "Show me what my baby boy does when he wants to make me proud."

I took him again, deeper now. Not because I had to, but because I craved her praise. I wanted to hear it. Needed it.

She gasped. "Ohhh, fuck yes. Look at you."

He was fully hard now. Thick. Dark. Ridged with veins that pulsed against my lips. He filled my mouth, but not painfully, just enough to remind me who I was doing this for.

Lisa knelt closer, her breath brushing my cheek. "You know what's crazy?" she whispered. "Watching you like this makes me feel like the luckiest woman alive."

I moaned again, louder, needier, and she knew she had me.

She slid a hand between my legs, cupping my balls through my jeans. "Still rock hard," she whispered. "Of course you are. Your mouth is full, your heart's wide open, and I'm right here telling you how fucking beautiful you look."

I pulled back, gasping. "Lisa..."

She held my chin gently. "Yeah, baby?"

"I want to do it right. I want to make you proud."

She kissed me, soft and deep. "You already are."

Her tone shifted, from loving to slow, sensual command.

"Open wide."

I obeyed, trembling but ready.

"Let your tongue relax. Let him in. Let me watch you take care of your first real cock."

I wrapped my lips around him again, lower this time. My throat opened more easily now, my body adjusting, yielding.

Lisa moaned quietly beside me. "That's it. That's my boy. Look at what you're taking. Look at how fucking beautiful you are."

She brought her hand to her waistband, slipping under it, breath catching.

"I'm touching myself, baby. Because of you. Not him. You."

Every word was a reward. Every breath she took was a signal to go deeper, surrender further.

And I did, with her voice in my ear and her pride in my bones.

His cock twitched in my mouth, thick, fully hard now, and I felt the weight of it shift. Lisa noticed instantly.

Her hand slid around my neck. "Ohhh. Is he close?" she whispered, her tone laced with glee. "You're gonna make him cum, baby. With that pretty mouth."

I moaned around him, and the sound made him pulse again.

Lisa's voice dropped lower, soft and electric. "That's it. Don't pull away. Stay there. Make him feel it."

She brought her lips to my ear. "You've already taken so much. Made him hard. Made him need you."

Her fingers moved under my chin, tilting my head just enough to watch my eyes. "You ready to swallow it?"

I blinked, almost dazed, then nodded.

"Don't waste a drop. Show me how much you love giving this gift."

I opened wider, bracing.

He twitched once, then again, and then I felt it. A sudden warmth, a heavy pulse, and then

Hot spurts flooded my mouth. Salty. Real. His whole body tensed above me as the cock throbbed against my tongue. I moaned, half in shock, half in surrender.

Lisa gasped beside me. "Yes... yes, that's it, baby."

Her hand pressed into the back of my head, not forcing, just guiding. "Keep him in your mouth. Let him finish. Let him know you wanted this."

I stayed. Felt it all. The weight, the spill, the helpless shudder of release.

When it stopped, I pulled back slowly, lips dragging gently along the shaft.

Lisa looked at me like I was art.

Her eyes drank me in, the shine on my lips, the way my chest rose and fell, the trace of cum at the corner of my mouth.

She cupped my jaw. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

I swallowed, barely breathing.

"You just took your first load," she whispered, proud and possessive. "From a real cock. And your own never went soft."

Lisa leaned in and kissed me softly, her lips brushing the corner of my mouth where a drop still lingered. "Let's go," she whispered, her voice steady now. "We've got more fun waiting at home."

She helped me up gently. I was still buzzing, cock hard, heart pounding, mouth tingling from everything I'd just done. She adjusted my jeans for me, her touch slow, deliberate. "You were perfect," she said, brushing my chest. "Exactly what I hoped for."

We stepped out of the booth together. The hallway was empty. Still warm. Still glowing low with that same soft red light. I felt like a different man walking through it now.

At the top of the stairs, Dan was behind the counter again, wiping down a glass.

He looked up as we approached. "Everything to your liking?"

Lisa smiled, cool, calm, in control. "Even better."

Dan nodded. "Glad it worked out."

I glanced between them, suddenly aware of something unspoken. The way his eyes lingered on her. The way hers lingered right back.

Then she said it, just light enough to seem casual, but laced with intent.

"Thanks for lining things up exactly how I asked."

He smirked. "Always happy to help."

My stomach flipped. My breath caught.

Lisa leaned close to me, running her hand down my arm. "You ready, baby?"

I nodded. But inside, everything spun.

She had arranged this.

Planned it.

Chosen it.

For me.

And the way she held my hand as we left... like she owned the night, and me along with it?

I'd never been more turned on in my life.

Thanks For Reading! If you enjoyed it let me know in the comments. I read them all and get turned on knowing I turned you on

I need to hear the story of what she had to do to get Dan to set it up for you!

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Great story, I really enjoyed it. Would love for it to become reality one day.

For you or me?

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Are you , me? Love strapons, cock curious? So hot. Great story Mr Briggs would love to read the epilogue of what happened when you got home.

Love it. Have you played much with toys or strapons?

 

[TallWillie]

Love it. Have you played much with toys or strapons?

Yes I used to have a girlfriend who pegged me with a realistic strapon about 15 years ago. Also played with a butt plug and anal beads.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Yes I used to have a girlfriend who pegged me with a realistic strapon about 15 years ago. Also played with a butt plug and anal beads.

Amazing. I managed to step up the anal play this year. It's been great but turned me into a slut for it

 

[live4thebj]

Just letting you know there is a section to submit stories.

 

[DickandDoof]

Here is a bonus that isn't in the story i submitted to Lit.

Later that night my wife and the secret cock exchanged msgs.


[Private Messages – 12:08 AM]
Him:
Wow.
That was fucking incredible.
Best blowjob I’ve ever had.
You sure he’s a first timer?


Lisa:
First real cock, yes.
But he’s been practicing for me for years.
Toys, videos, commands.
He just needed the right moment…
And the right cock.


Him:
Well, damn.
He took it like he was made for it.


Lisa:
He was.
He gets hard just from the taste now.
Even when he’s not touched.
You saw that, right?


Him:
Yeah.
He never went soft.
Whole time my cock was in his mouth, he looked like he was in heaven.


Lisa:
Because he was.
And now I’m wondering…


Him:
What?


Lisa:
What that pretty mouth looks like with your cock in his throat
while your fingers stretch his hole open.
Or mine.
Maybe both.


Him:
Shit.
You serious?


Lisa:
Dead serious.
You got a friend?
One who’s even bigger?


Him:
I do.
He’s thick. Black. Quiet.
Biggest I know.


Lisa:
Perfect.
You feed my husband your cock again.
Your friend stretches him open from behind.

Him:
Fuck, Lisa.


Lisa:
Let’s see what he’s really made for.

Please let the friend have a black cock. P—L—E—A—S—E. I can’t even think about a black cock without my craving expanding exponentially. As does my throbbing cock. Soon I will be overcome by an irresistible urge to get down on my knees, put that ebony treasure in my mouth, and suck on it until it throbs, pulses and shoots rope after rope into my hungry mouth. It’s the greatest feeling ever. It’s my aching desire and my greatest need. Now I’d better clean up. Yup, you made me cum again. You always do. Beware though, once a black man gets his rigid, impossibly large shaft, up into your pussy, you’ll cry, you’ll scream — and you’ll never settle for anything less. Black men are primitive priests and once they anoint you, you’re theirs for life.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Just letting you know there is a section to submit stories.

I sent in the story last week I just wanted to share it here as the story acceptance is backed up.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Please let the friend have a black cock. P—L—E—A—S—E. I can’t even think about a black cock without my craving expanding exponentially. As does my throbbing cock. Soon I will be overcome by an irresistible urge to get down on my knees, put that ebony treasure in my mouth, and suck on it until it throbs, pulses and shoots rope after rope into my hungry mouth. It’s the greatest feeling ever. It’s my aching desire and my greatest need. Now I’d better clean up. Yup, you made me cum again. You always do. Beware though, once a black man gets his rigid, impossibly large shaft, up into your pussy, you’ll cry, you’ll scream — and you’ll never settle for anything less. Black men are primitive priests and once they anoint you, you’re theirs for life.

 

[gametime07]

For you or me?

Both!

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Both!

YES!

I love the idea of the anonymous cock. Not body. No face. Nobody attached to it. Just about the dick.