Mr. Briggs
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The room dims further. The spotlight shifts, soft, warm, onto the four receivers lying back on thick, red cushions.
You included.
The other women are already moaning softly, their men starting to push inside them. One arches her back, trying to ease the stretch. Another grips her partner’s thighs and breathes in tight, shaking tension from her legs. It’s quiet — but it’s working.
Except for your side.
Your wife is calm. Slow. And absolutely in control.
Big D stands above you, fully hard now. Towering. Massive. The room feels smaller when he’s this close. You glance down, then up at her. Eyes wide.
Your wife leans in. Whispers against your lips.
“Don’t worry about the size, baby. Worry about what you’ll say when you take more than any of them.”
She takes his cock in both hands. Lubes him generously, stroking from base to tip. The sheer weight of it makes you shiver.
You whimper, “I can’t”
But she silences you.
“You can. And you will. This is your moment.”
She lifts your legs. Your hole already slick, ready, trained.
Then she kisses your temple and looks out at the room.
“Ready, ladies?”
The MC shouts, “Begin!”
The First Inch.
He presses in. Your body tenses.
You grip the cushions. You groan.
Your wife strokes your chest. “Shhh… it’s just the tip. Just breathe.”
A voice across the room calls out:
“Two inches!”
Another girl moans, “Three!”
You?
Your wife checks. Smiles.
“Two and a half,” she whispers. “But his are wider.”
Another girl yelps as her partner pushes in deeper.
“She’s at five!” someone shouts.
Your wife says nothing. She just works you open. Feeds Big D in like she’s guiding a sword through silk.
You pant. Sweat beads on your stomach.
Then she grips your cock.
“You’re hard,” she murmurs. “That’s my good boy. Stretching turns you on, doesn’t it?”
You nod, helpless.
You cry out — not from pain, but pressure. Fullness. Intensity.
Your wife kisses your knee.
“Look over there. She’s stuck. See her shaking?”
You turn your head. One of the women is clearly stalling. Her partner still halfway in. She’s grinding in place, not pushing further.
“She won’t make it,” your wife whispers. “But you? You’re going all the way.”
She nods to Big D. He presses deeper.
Six. Then seven.
You’re gasping now. Moaning. Cock twitching in her hand.
The MC is pacing, watching.
“She’s at six! Over here we’ve got seven!”
Then he looks your way.
“Ladies and gentlemen… eight inches taken! And still rock hard.”
The room erupts. Gasps. Disbelief.
One of the girls shakes her head.
“No way. That’s not real.”
Your wife?
She licks your chest.
“Oh it’s real. You should’ve seen the toys he trained with.”
The blonde from earlier stares in disbelief.
“Is he actually gonna?”
“Ten’s on the table,” your wife cuts in. “If he cums first, does that count double?”
You’re lost now. Floating. Full. Big D’s cock buried deep inside you. Your wife stroking you slow and firm. Your mouth is open. Whimpers spilling out.
Your wife leans in close.
“Let them hear you,” she whispers.
“Tell them whose cock you’re taking.”
“Tell them how good it feels.”
You groan, louder.
“Big D… he’s… so deep…”
She speeds up her strokes.
“Say it louder. Show them how my cock slut wins.”
You cry out as you cum. Hard. Thick ropes of cum splattering your stomach and chest. The room goes silent.
Then… Big D groans.
And explodes inside you.
The sound, the slap of his hips, the moan in his throat, your full-body shudder, it’s unmistakable.
The announcer steps forward.
“AND WE HAVE A FINISH!”
“Eight inches taken. Cum from both ends. Orgasm confirmed.”
No one else moved.
The other girls? Stunned. Silent. One covers her mouth. Another looks down, embarrassed.
Your wife doesn’t celebrate. Not like them.
She simply leans over your trembling body, strokes the cum across your chest like lotion, and whispers in your ear:
“Mine.”
You included.
The other women are already moaning softly, their men starting to push inside them. One arches her back, trying to ease the stretch. Another grips her partner’s thighs and breathes in tight, shaking tension from her legs. It’s quiet — but it’s working.
Except for your side.
Your wife is calm. Slow. And absolutely in control.
Big D stands above you, fully hard now. Towering. Massive. The room feels smaller when he’s this close. You glance down, then up at her. Eyes wide.
Your wife leans in. Whispers against your lips.
“Don’t worry about the size, baby. Worry about what you’ll say when you take more than any of them.”
She takes his cock in both hands. Lubes him generously, stroking from base to tip. The sheer weight of it makes you shiver.
You whimper, “I can’t”
But she silences you.
“You can. And you will. This is your moment.”
She lifts your legs. Your hole already slick, ready, trained.
Then she kisses your temple and looks out at the room.
“Ready, ladies?”
The MC shouts, “Begin!”
The First Inch.
He presses in. Your body tenses.
You grip the cushions. You groan.
Your wife strokes your chest. “Shhh… it’s just the tip. Just breathe.”
A voice across the room calls out:
“Two inches!”
Another girl moans, “Three!”
You?
Your wife checks. Smiles.
“Two and a half,” she whispers. “But his are wider.”
Another girl yelps as her partner pushes in deeper.
“She’s at five!” someone shouts.
Your wife says nothing. She just works you open. Feeds Big D in like she’s guiding a sword through silk.
You pant. Sweat beads on your stomach.
Then she grips your cock.
“You’re hard,” she murmurs. “That’s my good boy. Stretching turns you on, doesn’t it?”
You nod, helpless.
You cry out — not from pain, but pressure. Fullness. Intensity.
Your wife kisses your knee.
“Look over there. She’s stuck. See her shaking?”
You turn your head. One of the women is clearly stalling. Her partner still halfway in. She’s grinding in place, not pushing further.
“She won’t make it,” your wife whispers. “But you? You’re going all the way.”
She nods to Big D. He presses deeper.
Six. Then seven.
You’re gasping now. Moaning. Cock twitching in her hand.
The MC is pacing, watching.
“She’s at six! Over here we’ve got seven!”
Then he looks your way.
“Ladies and gentlemen… eight inches taken! And still rock hard.”
The room erupts. Gasps. Disbelief.
One of the girls shakes her head.
“No way. That’s not real.”
Your wife?
She licks your chest.
“Oh it’s real. You should’ve seen the toys he trained with.”
The blonde from earlier stares in disbelief.
“Is he actually gonna?”
“Ten’s on the table,” your wife cuts in. “If he cums first, does that count double?”
You’re lost now. Floating. Full. Big D’s cock buried deep inside you. Your wife stroking you slow and firm. Your mouth is open. Whimpers spilling out.
Your wife leans in close.
“Let them hear you,” she whispers.
“Tell them whose cock you’re taking.”
“Tell them how good it feels.”
You groan, louder.
“Big D… he’s… so deep…”
She speeds up her strokes.
“Say it louder. Show them how my cock slut wins.”
You cry out as you cum. Hard. Thick ropes of cum splattering your stomach and chest. The room goes silent.
Then… Big D groans.
And explodes inside you.
The sound, the slap of his hips, the moan in his throat, your full-body shudder, it’s unmistakable.
The announcer steps forward.
“AND WE HAVE A FINISH!”
“Eight inches taken. Cum from both ends. Orgasm confirmed.”
No one else moved.
The other girls? Stunned. Silent. One covers her mouth. Another looks down, embarrassed.
Your wife doesn’t celebrate. Not like them.
She simply leans over your trembling body, strokes the cum across your chest like lotion, and whispers in your ear:
“Mine.”
