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  "It feels surreal. I never knew you were into that kind of thing."

  "There was no point in you knowing it until now. But since you do, now we can have some fun, yeah?"

  "Yeah, I guess." A mixture of trepidation and anticipation settled into the pit of my stomach. I was afraid, yet thrilled.

  "Don't worry, Jack. We don't ever have to do anything with it. Just talking about it is exciting, don't you think?"

  I was conflicted. Yes, it was exciting to talk about, but... a dark part of me wanted to experience it, all of it, even if I had no idea what that even meant.

  *

  The situation progressed rapidly after our talk. The next morning, Naomi had messaged Deacon on Facebook. He was excited to hear from her, and instantly said yes to her invitation to come over and visit her new house and help train her "new puppy."

  I had also done some Facebook stalking of my own. In the picture from college, Deacon was thinner and younger. I could tell by his current FB profile picture that he grew into his age. At thirty, he was well filled out, his wiry body having matured into something that most woman probably lusted after on a daily basis. He had a couple of shirtless pictures of him beside a pool, showing off his physique. His muscles were impressive, well-toned and rippling in his pose. His face was a bit fuller, and now he sported a goatee. His teeth were even and white, his hair very short, almost shaved but not quite. Even his eyes were pretty, a light caramel.

  He made me feel inferior, and I couldn't understand what she ever saw in me after being with him.

  Deacon arrived at eight wearing an expensive suit. He looked like money, like a million dollars. He had an aura about him, radiating strength, power, and an easy grace. I could see why Naomi had been drawn to him in college.

  "You haven't changed a day in eight years!" Naomi bragged as she kissed his cheek affectionately.

  "You look even younger if that is possible," he smoothly returned the compliment. "So, this your new guy?" he asked as he cast his caramel eyes towards me while thrusting out his hand to shake.

  I tried not to take offense at the "new guy" comment. We weren't in school and I wasn't her boyfriend—I was her husband, dammit. Regardless, I held out my hand and shook his politely. "Jack."

  "I was surprised to hear you wanted to resume our old relationship," Deacon said, getting straight to the point. "Does your little puppy know what he is getting into?" he asked the both of us.

  "Mostly, I think. He found our old pictures and was curious about you," my wife explained as she guided him into our living room. "And very intrigued by what we had done."

  Deacon chuckled, "Nice. I like it." He wasted no time in coming up behind Naomi and wrapping his hands around her slender waist. Her head automatically tilted, and he pressed his lips to her tender neck, kissing her lily-white neck softly. In between kisses, he glanced at me. "So. This is how this is going to go. You get to watch, but that is it unless I invite you to join. You agree to follow all instructions?"

  I nodded dumbly, giving my consent as I stood there nervously. My heart beat faster and out of pace as raw energy coursed through me. I couldn't believe what was happening. It felt like a dream, like watching someone else's life. Surely, this couldn't be mine. Who actually lets their wife fuck another guy and likes it? I was still coming to terms with my new sexual desires.

  "Sit there," Deacon motioned at one of the smaller chairs by the fireplace.

  I settled into the chair with my eyes glued to my wife and her ex. I watched as Deacon caressed her gently, his big black hand traveling down her side as his tongue slithered across her delectable throat.

  "Mmm, I've missed your touch so much," my wife cooed. Her face lit with arousal, her pretty features soft and etched with pleasure.

  "I've missed everything about you," Deacon said as he slid his hand beneath her shirt. He rolled the fabric up her torso, exposing her delicate skin. Snaking a hand down the front of her low-cut jeans, he rubbed his fingers roughly across her crotch. "Especially this. Take these off."

  Naomi pulled away from him and quickly peeled her clothing off, leaving her things in a pile on the floor. Though she was thirty, she had the body of a twenty-year-old. Before work every morning, Naomi religiously worked out at the gym. She took pride in her appearance, and obviously Deacon was enjoying her hard work and dedication.

  "Get on your knees and suck my cock like you used to," Deacon demanded roughly. "Get it nice and wet, baby."

  I stared at my wife with surprise. She was normally dominating and take-charge when it came to sex, but with Deacon, it was like she was a whole other person. Malleable and submissive. I was utterly fascinated.

  Naomi fell to her knees in front of Deacon and unzipped his fly. With deft fingers, she tugged the fabric of his pants and boxers down his thighs and helped him pull them off. Deacon slowly unbuttoned his shirt while Naomi took hold of his fat cock and stroked it with both hands.

  My fascination doubled when I saw Deacon's erection. His cock jutted out, stiff and veiny with a pink-tipped head. The shaft was easily twice the thickness of my own meager dick. I was humbled, jealous, and yet I was happy that Naomi was able to experience that monster once more.

  She flicked her tongue around the head of his cock, rolling it in circles while she stroked his rod with her delicate slender fingers. Her hair cascaded across her shoulders and down her back in soft curls, moving slightly as she bobbed her head.

  I was hypnotized. All I could do was watch as my wife gobbled on Deacon's stiff member while I sat frozen, captivated by her erotic performance. She was making these soft little murmurs in the back of her throat, and the sound drove me insane. She was incredibly sexy and all I could think about was how lucky I was that she married me, when she could have had any man in the world.

  "Mmm, that's right, you remembered how I like it," Deacon said in a raspy voice as he trailed his fingers through her silken hair.

  "Mmmhmm," my wife muttered as she dipped her head down and flicked her tongue across his smooth, hairless balls. She sucked them into her mouth one by one and circled them with her tongue.

  "Take your cock out, boy," Deacon said as he looked to me.

  I sucked in my breath, shocked that Deacon made such a vulgar request, but I knew that it was part of the deal—as the "puppy" I had to obey Deacon. I gave a little nod of my head and raised my hips as I pulled my jeans and boxers down enough to free my swollen cock.

  "Look at that," Deacon chuckled with amusement. "No wonder you called me up. Tired of playing with that tiny little thing, huh?"

  Naomi nodded, her mouth too full to answer him properly.

  I felt ashamed at my inadequate cock, yet the humiliation was thrilling. I couldn't make sense of my feelings, so I tried not to think about it. Instead, I decided to concentrate on the moment and the task at hand, and that was to watch Naomi get pounded by her big black ex and to fulfill any requests that he might make of me.

  Naomi slithered her tongue underneath his veiny shaft, licking her way to the tip of his cock. It dripped with pre-cum, dribbling onto her swollen lips.

  "You want to taste it?" Deacon asked as he cupped his hand beneath her chin, holding her head to his cock.

  She nodded eagerly.

  He pulled his cock from her mouth and moved his hand along his rod, jerking at a furious pace as he stared her in the eye. His breath was ragged and his body tensed just before he spurted stings of white creamy cum across her freckled face. It fell in slender ropes across her nose, lips, and chin, with a few droplets falling to her chest.

  "Mmm," my wife cooed as she licked her lips, sucking away his essence.

  He shot me a devious look as his lips curled into a devilish smirk. "Get over here and clean her up."

  My stomach knotted instantly. He wanted me to eat his cum? I shuddered at the thought, and I knew that my face paled. I could feel the blood draining away.

  "O-okay," I stammered, feeling foolish and humiliated as I made my way to them and sett
led down on my knees in front of Naomi. "Is this what you want?" I asked in the softest whisper as I leaned in, my mouth an inch from hers. This was the point of no return.

  "Yes, but more so, it is what you want. You just haven't figured that out yet," she said sweetly in a whispery voice.

  Our eyes locked for the briefest of moments. Was it what I truly wanted? Had I initiated this? My thoughts were a whirl, but I knew I didn't have time to figure it out. Later, I told myself. Later I'd get to the bottom of things.

  "Clean me," she said louder and matter-of-factly.

  I darted my tongue out and lapped at her chin. The taste was salty and tangy, and I couldn't help but wonder if all cum tasted the same. It felt no different than when Naomi had me lick my cum off of her pussy the night before. Relaxing, I quickly flicked my tongue across her face, lapping away Deacon's cum.

  How quickly our lives had changed, I thought as I sat back on my heels.

  Deacon stroked his semi-erect cock as he ogled Naomi's nude body. "Suck my cock." He shifted his gaze between the pair of us, "Both of you."

  My eyes went wide as saucers. I knew that it was a possibility that he might demand this of me, but somehow, I never thought of it becoming a reality. Eating cum was one thing, but actually have a dude's dick in my mouth was going too far. I couldn't do it... could I?

  Naomi smirked at me, "Can't wimp out now." She helped Deacon stroke his cock, her fingers brushing over his. "Lick him," she commanded as she darted her tongue out and lapped it over the tip of his dick. "Suck his balls. He really likes that."

  Butterflies tumbled in my stomach as I leaned in and hesitantly gave his testicle a swift lick.

  "You can do better than that," Deacon said as he grabbed me by the back of the head and forced my mouth to mash against his nutsack. "Lick it real good, puppy. That's what you're here for, right?"

  My cheeks were scorched as I widened my mouth and sucked on his balls, slathering my tongue over his sensitive skin. From the corner of my eye, I watched Naomi licking his shaft.

  "Mmm, feels good. You're such a good little slut," he said in a deep, guttural voice.

  I wasn't sure who he was referring to, but I wasn't about to ask.

  He rocked his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into Naomi's mouth.

  She moaned around his dark meat, her sexy sounds arousing me to my core. My cock ached from need, and I desperately wanted to cum. She stretched her hand out and gave my smaller cock a playful squeeze as she sucked on Deacon.

  "Did you pick up what I told you to get?" Deacon asked in a strained voice as his cock swelled to full size once more.

  "Uh-huh," she murmured in between licks and sucks.

  "Good girl. Let's head to the bedroom. I'm eager to watch your little puppy squirm."

  My stomach lurched at his ominous statement.

  We headed into our bedroom and it suddenly dawned on me that we were crossing another huge line and that our marriage bed would never be the same. Before I could think any more about it, Naomi was beside me.

  "We have to get these off," she said as she tugged my shirt up over my head, then helped me out of my boxers and jeans. I felt slightly vulnerable being naked beside Deacon, knowing that I paled in contrast. He was everything I wasn't. Taller, stronger, and dominant. Apparently, he knew how to rile my wife up in all the ways that she craved.

  Deacon stretched across our duvet and slipped a hand behind his head, his pose relaxed and regal as if he were a king posing for his subjects. "You know what to do," he said as he looked at Naomi with a mysterious grin.

  "Yup!" Naomi led me to the bed, "You need to crawl between his legs. Get good and comfortable on your knees, and keep your ass poked up in the air."

  "What? Why?" I exclaimed as a wave of fear coursed through me.

  "You'll see. But, you have to stay relaxed." She kissed my lips lightly then whispered, "Don't worry. You'll be fine."

  I did as I was instructed because at that point I was more afraid of what would happen if I didn't obey. Dutifully, I positioned myself between Deacon's legs.

  He winked at me, "Put it in your mouth."

  My stomach lurched and that surreal feeling overwhelmed me again. I felt light-headed and not quite in my body—as if this were happening to someone else.

  "Go on," Deacon commanded.

  Gingerly, I lifted his cock and stroked him as Naomi had done earlier.

  "Mouth. Now." His voice was stern and powerful.

  "O-okay." I widened my lips and put my wife's bull's cock between my lips. I could feel my face bright red from embarrassment. My tongue touched the tip of his cock as I remembered my wife's words, that this act didn't make me gay because I didn't sexually crave him. Eased by her earlier words, I started to lick him in earnest.

  "Mmm, good puppy," he said as he raked his fingers through my hair. "You like sucking cock as much as your wife, huh?"

  I didn't bother verbally answering him, instead, I gave a quick nod of my head. It wasn't as strange or terrifying as I had imagined it would be. I simply licked and sucked him in the ways that I liked my own cock to be handled.

  "Ohhh, that's it. You're a pro. Suck my dick, boy. Suck it good."

  As I relaxed into my new role, I had momentarily forgotten about Naomi. That lasted about a minute before I was reminded of her by feeling her hands on my ass. She was kneading my skin and sensually massaging me from back to thigh. It felt delicious, but more so when I felt her tiny tongue flitting across my ass cheek.

  Anticipation hummed through me as I waited to feel her there, to feel her sweet little tongue on my asshole. It was an incredible feeling once she swiped the tip of her tongue across my puckered rim. Hot chills swept along my spine and invaded every part of my body, every cell. I moaned around Deacon's dick as Naomi licked my asshole.

  "I think he's relaxed enough," Deacon said in between sharp little gasps of breath. Obviously, I was doing a good job at sucking him off, and it pleased me to hear it in his voice.

  I could feel Naomi pulling away and disappointment rushed through me. It was short lived because seconds later she was dripping oil across my bottom and down my crack. The sensations of her rubbing in the warm oil felt so good that I didn't stop to wonder why she would be using lube. It didn't dawn on me until I felt her pressing against my asshole.

  "Relax," Deacon muttered. "She's going to peg you."

  Peg me. The words had no meaning until seconds later when she pushed the head of the strap-on dildo against my back entrance. Fuck! Was she going to fuck me with a strap-on? Arousal washed through my entire being, and I felt like I was floating on a cloud of bliss. It was surreal, the erotic sensations of my wife's dominance behind me. She curled her fingers into my hips and held on tightly as she forced the dildo into my ass.

  Hot pain ripped through my being and I winced. My eyes instantly watered.

  "I'll go slow," she cooed behind me as she dribbled more lube onto my ass-crack. I could feel it rolling down and pooling around the dildo. "You look so pretty with a cock in your ass, Jack," she teased as she slathered the oil around my bottom.

  "Don't take your mouth off of my dick," Deacon demanded. "Take your pleasure from her and give it to me, puppy."

  Obediently, I nodded and continued my assault on his cock. I sucked and rolled my tongue around his knobby head with eagerness.

  Behind me, Naomi pushed into me with the dildo, stretching my sensitive asshole with her persistence. After every inch or so, she would pause to add more lube. Once she was fully inserted into me, she snaked a hand beneath me to stroke my cock.

  The sensations were maddening, powerful, and overwhelming! Every part of me felt pleasured. I wished I could float out of my body in that moment and watch the three of us. I imagined what it looked like, with Naomi's puppy stretched between her bull and her dildo. I imagined what I looked like with my mouth stuffed full of big black cock, and I wondered if the strap-on dildo was also black.

  "Mmm. You like me fucking you, baby?" Naom
i asked, sounding much like Deacon in tone and demeanor. "You like submitting to your wife and her bull? Being a little cock slut? Hmm?" She spanked my ass as she thrust into me.

  Pleasure radiated from my core and pulsed outward, simmering through my bloodstream. "Uh-huh," I muttered as I temporarily pulled my mouth off of Deacon's cock to answer her.

  "I bet you do. You want more, hmm?" she asked in a sassy tone as she spanked me so hard it stung—but that pain paled in comparison to the pleasure swarming through me.

  "More," I answered around Deacon's cock. "More," I pleaded.

  My wife thrust her dildo into my ass, then stroked my erection with a long, fluid motion, as if she were milking my cock.

  "I'm going to cum in your little puppy's mouth and make him swallow it," Deacon said in a husky voice. "Swallow my cum, little puppy slut," he said to me as he curled his fingers in my hair tightly, holding my head in place as he thrust up into my mouth. I nearly gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat. His cum filled my mouth and I instinctively began to swallow.

  "Mmmmm," Deacon moaned as he gave a final pump into my mouth. Before I knew what he was doing, he twisted around on the bed so that he was laying beneath me. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander."

  I had no idea what that really meant until I felt his lips wrap around my cock. Hot shards of blissful pleasure spriraled throughout my entire body as I experienced his mouth on my dick and Naomi's dildo in my ass. They moved in tandem, a sexy pace of push and thrust, suck and spank.

  With Deacon in such a position, his cock beckoned me to suck it once more as he sucked on mine. I tilted my head down and gave his rod the occasional swipe of my tongue as he lay beneath me. His mouth felt like heaven, his hands were instruments of perfection as he stroked and sucked me at the same time. He knew every sensitive spot to hit, and knew the exact pressure to give and when to back off.

  My eyes rolled back in my head as my orgasm built within, a tidal wave of passion swelling. A flick of Deacon's wet tongue over the tip of my cock sent me spiraling over the edge. I shot off my load into his mouth as Naomi pushed the dildo as deeply into my ass as she could manage. My body shuddered from head to toe, and incredible sensations of ecstasy crawled up my spine. Naomi gave my ass a series of harsh spanks as my orgasm bubbled within, the pain and pleasure a heady mixture.