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

[Mr. Briggs]

Fuck I’m so hard!! I need part two

Love hearing that. It's all up

 

[pntyhseluvr]

Such great stories!

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Such great stories!

Thanks

 

[dingdongditchding]

Loved it and came hard jerking off to it!!

Wow. Dude. That was intense. Thank you.

top notch

Loved it and came hard jerking off to it!!

the guy was prob someone you know

 

[irishblade]

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

This was a GREAT story, Briggs!

 

[semperu69]

top notch

the guy was prob someone you know

Nope

 

[bisissyhusband1]

Enjoyed your story. Love that your wife directed the action. My wife arranged my first bi spitroast as part of a pegging show for her girl friend and her husband, who came down my throat while my wife pegged me and his wife watched and masturbated to orgasm.

 

[Rickstrasser]

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.”

Very hot!

 

[stargame]

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.”

Soooooo amazing

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Soooooo amazing

Thanks! Should i take the time to edit that into it's own story to submit?

 

[LustyScribe]

Thanks! Should i take the time to edit that into it's own story to submit?

Yes! Please!

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Yes! Please!

 

[taocentered]

Update: The story is now live. You can read and save it here https://www.literotica.com/s/wife-made-me-suck-cock

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....

I want the rest of this, you or he has made me very hard and squirming with dry mouth. Thank you.

 

[Smoothshavendad]

I want the rest of this, you or he has made me very hard and squirming with dry mouth. Thank you.

Your response has me squirming now!