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

[jomar]

Nicely done @Mr.Briggs. That’s the kind of loving femdom I can get behind.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Nicely done @Mr.Briggs. That’s the kind of loving femdom I can get behind.

Thanks. I'm particular about my femdom. I want it to be encouraging and sexy

 

[semperu69]

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

Loved it and came hard jerking off to it!!

 

[jomar]

Thanks. I'm particular about my femdom. I want it to be encouraging and sexy

If you want, for fun, click my sig link and check out my Marion series. It involves crossdressing, much to my surprise if you know how a story can take over, but there are parallels.

 

[FL30]

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

He knows that.

Here's why he posted it here.

"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."

 

[DickandDoof]

YES!

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

Anonymous cock is so hot. Cock is what life is all about. A long, hard, dark one, trembling, pulsating, swelling, enlarging, engorging, leaking, and then at last — at long last — exploding in your mouth. Feeding you with its life-giving seed. Filling you and your primal need.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Loved it and came hard jerking off to it!!

Music to my ears Would have liked to see that.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

If you want, for fun, click my sig link and check out my Marion series. It involves crossdressing, much to my surprise if you know how a story can take over, but there are parallels.

Amazing. I will.

 

[Cabeza]

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

Wow. Dude. That was intense. Thank you.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Wow. Dude. That was intense. Thank you.

Glad you liked it

 

[Carolinaguy45]

Amazing. Unbelievably hot story!!

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Amazing. Unbelievably hot story!!

Thanks

 

[live4thebj]

He knows that.

Here's why he posted it here.

"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."

Are they backed up or overlooked? If one of my stories hasn’t changed status in 3 days I remove and resubmit them it’s posted within another 3 days. Once I waited a week and been doing the previous mentioned ever since.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Are they backed up or overlooked? If one of my stories hasn’t changed status in 3 days I remove and resubmit them it’s posted within another 3 days. Once I waited a week and been doing the previous mentioned ever since.

No idea.

 

[DickandDoof]

Loved it and came hard jerking off to it!!

That was my exact same reaction. In fact that’s been my reaction to just about everything Mr. Briggs’s has posted. Maybe someday, semperu69, you and I can jerk together and drive ourselves into ecstasy.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

What should my next story be?

 

[LustyScribe]

What should my next story be?

Well, just my $.02, but I think he has another virginity to gift to her... Not sure if it would be better it's anonymous...or someone they know.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Well, just my $.02, but I think he has another virginity to gift to her... Not sure if it would be better it's anonymous...or someone they know.

Ohh I like that. I'm ready for it. I've been practising

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Here's is one story I've played around with a bit that I like the idea of. Written from a different perspective as it works better.

Vacation Nights: The Contest

The bar is loud and hot, pulsing with music and salty ocean air. You’re both buzzed, not drunk, just loosened. Sand still on your ankles. Your wife looks incredible, her sundress clinging to her body in all the right ways, hair wild from the breeze. You sit near the back, sipping cocktails, not really paying attention to what the announcer is shouting up front.

Then you hear him:
"Alright, we’ve got one more slot left in tonight’s contest! One more team, any couple brave enough?"

Your wife lifts her hand. Just like that.
You blink. “Wait what?”
She’s already up, walking confidently toward the stage. You call after her, laughing nervously, “What kind of contest?!”
She waves you over.
You hesitate. But something in her face, that sparkle, makes you get up and walk toward the stage.

The MC’s arm lands around your shoulder.
“We’ve got our final couple!” he booms. “One of our only husband-and-wife teams, and he has no idea what he just agreed to!”
The place erupts. Your stomach flips.
You lean in. “What… are we doing?”

Your wife giggles. “You’ll see. Just follow my lead. Do what I say.”
Her lips brush your ear. “It’s a cock sucking contest.”
You freeze.
She winks. “Winner is the team who makes their guy cum the fastest.”

Your heart is pounding. You glance around. Three other teams, all women in bikinis, some laughing, some stretching their mouths.
You’re the only man. The only husband.
The crowd is already buzzing about it.

The MC turns toward the side curtain.
“And now, let’s meet our studs!”

They come out shirtless, wearing towels around their waists. Four massive men. All muscular. Confident. One of them, the last, is simply enormous. The crowd gasps.
The MC shouts, “This is Big D! And because they’re the only couple, we’re letting them take on Big D as their guy!”

The crowd roars.

You stare. He’s young. Black. Ripped. And already semi-hard beneath the towel.
You stammer, “Wait”
But your wife is already pulling you to the cushion where he sits.

She kneels beside you.
Leans in.
“Look at the size of him,” she whispers. “He’s perfect for us.”
You nod, dumbly.
She slides her hand up his thigh. He grunts.

Then she takes your hand and places it over the towel.
She grips your jaw.
“Listen to me,” she says. Calm. Clear. Dominant.
“You’re not here to win. You’re here to make me proud. I’m going to hold it. You’re going to suck.”

The towel drops.

Big D’s cock is thick, long, veiny, already growing with the attention.
The MC counts down.

“Three!”
The crowd chants with him.
“Two!”
Your mouth is dry. Your wife is smiling, beaming.
“One!”

She grabs the base of his cock.
“Open, baby.”

You do.

She feeds it to you. Slowly. Just the head.

The crowd goes wild.

Phones are out. Girls are screaming.
You feel her hand on your neck, guiding you.
“That’s it. Don’t be shy. Suck. Now.”

The other women are working fast, some using their hands, some deepthroating immediately, but none have what you have: a partner who knows you. Who wants this with you.

Your wife strokes his shaft while you lick and suck the tip.
“Good boy,” she murmurs. “He’s already leaking. Can you taste it?”

Big D groans.
Your wife looks up at him and smiles.
“Come on, give us your best. Let my husband feel how big boys cum.”

You feel him twitch.
She tightens her grip.
“Faster now. Just the tip. Use your tongue.”

You moan. So does he.

She leans in and kisses your cheek.
“Look at you,” she says softly. “Sucking a real cock on stage. In front of everyone. They’re never going to forget this.”

Neither will you.

Big D’s breathing gets ragged.
She whispers, “Get ready.”

Then she shouts, “Now!” and pushes you deep.

He explodes in your mouth.

The crowd loses it. Screaming, cheering, clapping.

You cough, trying to swallow, stunned.
She holds you steady.
“That’s it. Take it all. Show them what you’re made for.”

He shudders, moaning, cock pulsing.
Then the buzzer sounds.

The MC is yelling into the mic.
“We have a winner! Big D is drained, in under two minutes!”

Your wife lifts your hand in the air like a prizefighter.
The crowd chants your names.

She turns to you, smiling from ear to ear, and kisses you hard.

“You did so good, baby. You made me so proud.”

And just before you leave the stage, she leans in one more time.
“Next time? I think we should take two.”

 

[LustyScribe]

Ohh I like that. I'm ready for it. I've been practising

Looking forward to reading THAT! (and sharing it with someone... )

 

[LustyScribe]

Here's is one story I've played around with a bit that I like the idea of. Written from a different perspective as it works better.

Vacation Nights: The Contest

The bar is loud and hot, pulsing with music and salty ocean air. You’re both buzzed, not drunk, just loosened. Sand still on your ankles. Your wife looks incredible, her sundress clinging to her body in all the right ways, hair wild from the breeze. You sit near the back, sipping cocktails, not really paying attention to what the announcer is shouting up front.

Then you hear him:
"Alright, we’ve got one more slot left in tonight’s contest! One more team, any couple brave enough?"

Your wife lifts her hand. Just like that.
You blink. “Wait what?”
She’s already up, walking confidently toward the stage. You call after her, laughing nervously, “What kind of contest?!”
She waves you over.
You hesitate. But something in her face, that sparkle, makes you get up and walk toward the stage.

The MC’s arm lands around your shoulder.
“We’ve got our final couple!” he booms. “One of our only husband-and-wife teams, and he has no idea what he just agreed to!”
The place erupts. Your stomach flips.
You lean in. “What… are we doing?”

Your wife giggles. “You’ll see. Just follow my lead. Do what I say.”
Her lips brush your ear. “It’s a cock sucking contest.”
You freeze.
She winks. “Winner is the team who makes their guy cum the fastest.”

Your heart is pounding. You glance around. Three other teams, all women in bikinis, some laughing, some stretching their mouths.
You’re the only man. The only husband.
The crowd is already buzzing about it.

The MC turns toward the side curtain.
“And now, let’s meet our studs!”

They come out shirtless, wearing towels around their waists. Four massive men. All muscular. Confident. One of them, the last, is simply enormous. The crowd gasps.
The MC shouts, “This is Big D! And because they’re the only couple, we’re letting them take on Big D as their guy!”

The crowd roars.

You stare. He’s young. Black. Ripped. And already semi-hard beneath the towel.
You stammer, “Wait”
But your wife is already pulling you to the cushion where he sits.

She kneels beside you.
Leans in.
“Look at the size of him,” she whispers. “He’s perfect for us.”
You nod, dumbly.
She slides her hand up his thigh. He grunts.

Then she takes your hand and places it over the towel.
She grips your jaw.
“Listen to me,” she says. Calm. Clear. Dominant.
“You’re not here to win. You’re here to make me proud. I’m going to hold it. You’re going to suck.”

The towel drops.

Big D’s cock is thick, long, veiny, already growing with the attention.
The MC counts down.

“Three!”
The crowd chants with him.
“Two!”
Your mouth is dry. Your wife is smiling, beaming.
“One!”

She grabs the base of his cock.
“Open, baby.”

You do.

She feeds it to you. Slowly. Just the head.

The crowd goes wild.

Phones are out. Girls are screaming.
You feel her hand on your neck, guiding you.
“That’s it. Don’t be shy. Suck. Now.”

The other women are working fast, some using their hands, some deepthroating immediately, but none have what you have: a partner who knows you. Who wants this with you.

Your wife strokes his shaft while you lick and suck the tip.
“Good boy,” she murmurs. “He’s already leaking. Can you taste it?”

Big D groans.
Your wife looks up at him and smiles.
“Come on, give us your best. Let my husband feel how big boys cum.”

You feel him twitch.
She tightens her grip.
“Faster now. Just the tip. Use your tongue.”

You moan. So does he.

She leans in and kisses your cheek.
“Look at you,” she says softly. “Sucking a real cock on stage. In front of everyone. They’re never going to forget this.”

Neither will you.

Big D’s breathing gets ragged.
She whispers, “Get ready.”

Then she shouts, “Now!” and pushes you deep.

He explodes in your mouth.

The crowd loses it. Screaming, cheering, clapping.

You cough, trying to swallow, stunned.
She holds you steady.
“That’s it. Take it all. Show them what you’re made for.”

He shudders, moaning, cock pulsing.
Then the buzzer sounds.

The MC is yelling into the mic.
“We have a winner! Big D is drained, in under two minutes!”

Your wife lifts your hand in the air like a prizefighter.
The crowd chants your names.

She turns to you, smiling from ear to ear, and kisses you hard.

“You did so good, baby. You made me so proud.”

And just before you leave the stage, she leans in one more time.
“Next time? I think we should take two.”

Another scorcher! Damn, now I can't lay on my belly for a nap! LOL

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Another scorcher! Damn, now I can't lay on my belly for a nap! LOL

Amazing. I wrote two parts to that one. That is part one. Part two is even dirtier

 

[LustyScribe]

Amazing. I wrote two parts to that one. That is part one. Part two is even dirtier

Bring forth the filth! LOL

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Vacation Nights: The Offer

You’re still coming down from the high of Round One.

Back at the bar, people pat your back. Some stare. Some smirk. A group of younger women sitting near the bar whisper behind their cocktails, then burst out laughing. You know it’s about you. You also know your wife loves it.

She wraps her arm around you proudly, kissing your cheek in front of everyone.
“Tell me you didn’t love that,” she says into your ear.
You blush. “You made me love it.”

Then the MC appears again, quieter this time, more private, almost conspiratorial, and leans toward the group of women seated near the bar.

“We’re doing something special tonight,” he says. “Invitation only. Second contest. More… intense.”

The girls lean in.

“What kind of contest?” one asks, swirling her drink.
The MC smiles. “Let’s just say… the first round was foreplay.”

The girls glance at each other.
“Wait,” one says. “You mean taking cock?”
Another laughs nervously. “Like actually getting fucked?”
The MC raises an eyebrow but doesn’t deny it.

Your wife doesn’t flinch. She just smiles, watching their reactions.

Then one girl, tall, sun-kissed skin, tight white dress, asks, “So who’s in it?”
The MC shrugs. “Three girls so far. Looking for a fourth.”
The tall girl’s eyes land on you. She grins. “Him?”
Everyone laughs.
“Wait, didn’t he just suck that guy off?”

Your wife doesn’t miss a beat.
“He did,” she says proudly.

Another girl smirks. “Has he ever… taken a real one?”
The room goes quiet.

Your wife stands taller. Steps in front of you.
“Oh honey,” she says, brushing your chest lightly. “You didn’t see what he took last week.”
The girls lean in, eyes wide.

She smiles wider.
“We’ve been training. Toys. Angles. Depth. He’s ready.”
She runs a finger down your chest.
“And after tonight? I think he deserves it.”

The MC chuckles.
“Sounds like we’ve got our fourth contestant.”

One of the girls scoffs.
“A guy in the stretch round?”
Another one crosses her legs slowly. “That’s hot.”
The first rolls her eyes. “If he even makes it past four inches.”

Your wife turns, calm and confident.
“He took eight before he came. And he sucked the same cock you’re all about to sit on.”

Dead silence.

Then the tall girl bites her lip.
“…Okay, now I want to watch.”

The curtain pulls back, and you step into the upstairs lounge.

It’s not a stage anymore, it’s something more intimate, more charged.
The lighting is low, flickering candlelight casting golden shadows on velvet drapes and silk cushions arranged on the floor like a decadent ceremony.
A slow, bass-heavy rhythm plays from hidden speakers. The kind of music you feel more than hear.

There are already people inside.

Three women, tan, toned, tight, are stretching, chatting, undressing without hesitation. One adjusts her bikini top before pulling it over her head. Another, in just a thong, is laughing with her partner while warming lube in her hands.

You take it in slowly, trying to breathe.
But your breath catches the moment it hits you: you’re the only man here to take cock.

The women glance at you. No one says anything.
But their expressions say plenty. Curious. Surprised. One even smirks.

And then the curtain closes behind you.

You’re in now. No turning back.

Your wife presses a calming hand to your chest. “Eyes on me,” she whispers. “Not them.”

The announcer steps forward from the back corner, holding a clipboard like this is some sort of upscale, underground ritual.

“Ladies and gentleman,” he begins smoothly, “welcome to The Real Trial.”

The room stills.

“This round is simple. Four receivers. Four givers. You’ll each have ten minutes. The winner is the one who takes the most, handles it best… and finishes the round with a visible orgasm.”

He gestures behind him.

A large, velvet-lined board reveals markers, bold black lines painted across a diagram of a cock silhouette:
2 inches. 4. 6. 8. 10.

Then, he nods toward the far wall.

Four men walk in.
Towels around their waists. Oiled. Ready. All strong, thick, confident.

But it’s the last one that makes the room shift.
The other contestants glance at each other when they see him.

It’s Big D.

He walks with slow, deliberate steps. Towel hanging low. Cock already heavy and clearly known.

One of the women, a blonde in sheer black panties, mutters, “Oh god, not him again…”
Another: “They expect someone to take that?”
A third grins. “If anyone’s gonna try, it’s her,” nodding toward your wife.

You’re still processing when your wife leans into you, speaking so only you can hear.

“We’re taking him again.”
You swallow. “Why?”
She smiles like she’s picking out dessert. “Because he’s the biggest. And you’re my best.”

She places her hand gently over your lower belly, right above your cock.
“You want to beat the girls?”
You nod, heart pounding.
“Then we take the biggest. Deepest. Messiest. And we make him cum inside you.”

She kisses you, tender and electric.
“Let’s win, baby.”

 

[LustyScribe]

Hold that thought; I gotta go grab some lotion from the bathroom!

Okay, I'm back!