Cuck'ed By Callie! by WesT (52 Pages) (NEW WRITER) (Patreon)

Cuck’ed By Callie!

Written by WestT

Concept by Devin Dickie

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Cuck’ed By Callie!

Written by WestTConcept by Devin Dickie

I married Callie as a young, bright-eyed man, straight out of college.

I was a somewhat nerdy guy, with some level of social skill, but not quite the social butterfly. She was the girl I had no business talking to...at least that was what her friends would say when they saw us together. I was 5ft. 8" tall, with a slim build, I sometimes engaged in gyming and general exercise just to keep myself toned, never for anything extra

Callie though was 5ft. 6" tall of pure perfection. The first time I had seen her, I was too stunned to look away; creamy skin, large, soft boobs, a slim waist, lovely thighs, and an ass that would compete favorably with J.Lo's. She was the type of woman that was never starved of male attention, and I thought myself lucky to hold her attention.

Not only did I hold her attention though, I was the lucky bastard that married her, and we had been married six years...but I was starting to feel like just a basic bastard, with a bad stroke of luck.

See, just having Callie as my wife put a lot of pressure on me, and to be clear, the pressure wasn't necessarily from her. It was mostly me. I always felt the need to keep up with her, I wanted to dress

better, look better, carry myself better, but a sizable chunk of my insecurities was in the bedroom.

See, the average male penis is said to be about six inches, but I was severely lacking in that department, and I wasn't eager to exploit options to make up for that lack. I knew quite well that my three-inch penis simply wasn't enough to satisfy my wife's needs, she barely felt my penis whenever I slipped inside of her, but she did try to make rather loud sexual sounds to boost my ego. I knew all of her moans were fake though, I knew my strokes weren't what had her losing her breath, I knew my girth wasn't enough to have her wiggling underneath me.

Her performative pleasure probably wounded my ego more than she intended for it too. So, I found myself not enjoying sex with her anymore.

The problem though, was that my wife had always been rather adventurous in the bedroom, or at least, that's the idea I had always had of her. She liked to try new stuff, and at first, I indulged her, but recently, I found myself leaning away from such

activities. Our sex life was dwindling right before my eyes, and I had no way to save it.

Callie had sort of made peace with it, or that was my assumption, based on the energy she gave me whenever I mentioned sex to her. I didn't like to push through. If she hesitated with her responses, I instantly changed the topic.

I couldn't help but wonder if that was the smart thing though. On some days, I got the feeling she expected me to be more insistent about having sex with her. I would see the disappointment flash in her eyes briefly, but then, she would slip on this annoying mask and would be all the better.

It felt like I had inadvertently pushed myself to the middle of the sea, and I couldn't seem to find my way back with her.

But trust me, I did want to find my way back to my wife...I knew she could easily pull men, and the idea of being relegated to an option for her caused me great discomfort.

Sex was a vital part of marriage, I couldn't tell myself otherwise...but what was I supposed to do when my cock was just not enough?

Callie hadn't shied away from using sex toys; plugs, dildos, clamps...you just name it, and she tried everything to please herself. It felt like she was pitying me and trying to make up for my shortcomings.

I was still contending with my feelings about these objects she used. See, the thing is, while I wanted to understand the necessity of her actions, I hated them. It frustrated me to no end, that I couldn't bring my wife pleasure and she was resorting to the use of sex toys for that.

The most humiliating thing about it all, was when she tried to get me to participate while she pleasured herself...like now.

The choice of stimulation was a buttplug she had gotten off of some online sex store she frequented. She had an entire drawer of those...the sex toys I mean. And it just seemed like she pulled a new one out every day.

A tiny moan slipped from her lips, bouncing off the walls of our bedroom, as she rubbed at her clit. I could feel my hard-on beneath my shorts, but I'd be damned if I admitted to getting any pleasure from such a sight.

She had invited me into the room for a show, I just hadn't thought it would be this. I had expected some sort of reprieve tonight, yet, I would be getting none.

She grabbed large breasts and squeezed slightly, her breathing was ragged, her bottom lip was caught between her teeth and I felt my cock jerk in reaction....but once again, this was not a view I basked in.

I hated it. It was torture because it was a reminder that I just wasn't doing it for my wife...

"You wanna touch my pussy baby?" Her voice came out in a soft, raspy tone that sent my entire body into alert

My first impulse was to reply with a resounding Yes! I wanted to touch that fat pussy of hers, I wanted to stick my fingers inside her while sucking on her clit. I wanted to hear her scream my name, as I pushed her into the throes of orgasm...I wanted all that and more...but then what?

How many orgasms could I pull from her, when I didn't have a dick that could pummel her into the next decade? How much pleasure could I offer her and would it be sufficient?

So, I shook my head rather meekly in response. I didn't want to touch her pussy. I could simply watch.

I noticed disappointment flash upon her face...I may have been wrong though because the look was so fleeting. It was another one of those moments when I thought I wasn't quite handling things as she wanted.

I just never grew the balls to sit and talk to her about it. Perhaps, the fear of her words dealing a fatal blow to my ego stopped me from confronting her in that manner. I would much rather live in

my delusions and made-up scenarios, than receive feedback that could send me spiraling into a shitty mood.

Her lips parted slightly, as I watched her hands move rapidly against her clit. I could tell she was approaching her orgasm...an orgasm I couldn't give her. I swallowed, finding my throat dry. My hands gripped at the arms of the chair I was seated in, as though she were taking me on this pleasure rollercoaster with her.

"Oh fuck!" She breathed, as her hips rocked against her insisted hand. My fingers twitched, aching to help speed up her orgasm. This conflict was not new to me....since Callie began bringing herself pleasure in my presence, I had found myself battling with an intense need to touch her even when I would remain steadfast in my resolve to not ruin her orgasm.

I was gaining more control of myself each time, but the urges were things I couldn't simply purge myself of

"Shit! Dave...oooohhh" I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head, but I had already shot off the chair and was speedwalking to

the adjoining toilet before she could tilt over the edge of her orgasm.

I shut the door behind me in the bathroom quickly, as I tried to regulate my breathing pattern. My eyes lowered to my shorts and I was confronted with the wet spot on my crotch area.

Fucking Callie!

*****

Embarrassing didn't begin to cut how I felt whenever I was around Callie, it was, perhaps, one of the main reasons why I liked to take a lot of time at work. I was actively trying to avoid a situation where I would have to have sex with her, and I know it irked her to her bones, but damn it, what did she expect me to do?

She had managed to bring herself to orgasms I knew I was very much incapable of bringing her to. She had done that multiple times in my presence, that I was simply a willing spectator at her show. So, why ruin a good thing, right?

The only problem was, I had needs too...I didn't want to ruin anything for Callie, not with my small penis, but that small penis also wanted to nut, and preferably in a warm, tight pussy. On some days, I would try to recall what it felt like to fuck my wife and jack off to that, but as the time passed and I never returned to that familiar warmth, I was starting to find other ways to ease my urges.

I would argue this to the death because I had other words to describe my predicament with, but some would say I had grown something of an addiction to porn. It wasn't an addiction though, it was just something I used to get the edge off when I needed it...like now.

For some reason, Callie had decided to send me a provocative picture of herself....well, of her pussy. She was laying in our bed, her legs spread out and that perfectly pink goodness between her legs blooming. As soon as I opened the image, my heart was palpitating, and that wasn't the only thing that had grown a mind of its own.

My penis had grown hard...thankfully though, it was rather tiny, so, I didn't draw too much attention, as I made my way to the restroom. I figured if I was quiet enough, I could get on with my business quickly and no one would notice, especially if I was quiet.

I scrolled through the many videos I had as options. A month ago, I had gotten a Premium subscription on a porn site, because I had breezed through so many free videos, I was repeating some of them and I wanted something new, also, the more horny I got, the more videos I wanted to see.

I found an interesting one, that had something about cuckolding. Recently, I had found a bit of interest in the idea of sharing my wife...it wasn't a thought I was proud of, but it wouldn't leave my head no matter how much I tried.

The idea of another man fucking my wife, using her body in ways I wanted to, but was too scared to, drilling her tight hole in ways I was severely incapable of, left me in beads of delicious sweat and could send me into a much-needed orgasm. I was starting to consider that possibility, partly for my pleasure, but mostly because Callie deserved a proper orgasm from a large cock.

I clicked on the video and watched through the first minute or so of the usual pleasantries. The storyline was the usual... neighbor visits husband and wife, husband and wife seduce neighbor. I felt my breathing grow haggard, as the movie progressed, watching the wife get on her knees to unbuckle the pants of the neighbor had me anticipating Callie on her knees just like that. His cock sprung out of his pants, fat and long, and hard as a rock, she wrapped her hand around it, expressing surprise at how large he was, she quipped on how tiny her husband's dick was in comparison, and I couldn't relate more. Even though I knew it would happen, I still held my breath as I watched the wife swallow that cock into her small mouth, she could only get halfway before she was gagging, while her husband egged her on.

I wondered if I would be as vocal while Callie had another man's cock in her throat, would I be this excited? Would I watch with this much attention?

The blowjob was interesting, but I tell you this, nothing was more entertaining than watching that far cock sink into the wife's pink

hole. I paid rapt attention, as my hand was buried in my pants, stroking my cock. I was spellbound by the entire view.

It was also rather interesting that the woman in the video shared some resemblance to Callie; blonde hair, large tits, full lips, and a rather impressive pussy too. Only when I put too much attention, do I notice the difference...still, it was doing what it was supposed to do.

While the wife was getting pounded into the couch, the husband kept asking how it felt. She responded it was better than his tiny little dick. Would Callie think the same if I got someone with that girth to fuck her? Would I want to know how another man's dick felt inside my wife? Would I want to share her with another man? Would I want to watch her getting her brains fucked out? Would it excite me as this video had?

Almost as soon as I had the thought, I watched the wife reach her orgasm, the neighbor fucked her a little more, before he was nutting inside her.

I could have sworn I wouldn't want another man spilling his seed into my wife, but I only hit my orgasm when I watched the neighbors cum dripping out the wife's pussy, while the husband watched.

As I came down from my high and regained my breath, the image of Callie on her knees, getting rammed into by another man, flashed in mine. Fucking hell Callie!

****
She wanted to tell me something.

I had known Callie for so long, that I could tell something was on her mind just by looking at her for a few seconds. She would give me lingering stares, as if contemplating the wisdom in revealing her thoughts to me, she would call my name randomly, but never follow it up with any words, and when I would try to inquire further, she would brush it off.

Normally, she would come around to tell me what exactly was on her mind within 24 hours, but this time, she had been stuck on that pattern for almost a week. It was very much unlike her, which

told me that whatever it was she wanted to discuss with me, was nothing like we had ever discussed.

The thing with me though is that I had a rather overactive imagination, so, whenever I was left hanging in this manner, I would begin to create multiple scenarios of what it was she wanted to ask me. I knew it wasn't something fickle, like grocery bills or utility bills, I couldn't imagine it had anything to do with money. She never hesitated to ask me for money, because she knew I was only too willing to indulge her. By the sixth day of her hesitations, I began to scare myself....what if she wanted a divorce?

Would I hold it against her? No. Would I put it past her? No. Would I feel hurt though? Yes, definitely. The thought of being divorced from Callie was the stuff of nightmares for me, she was my lifeline, she was the reason I could wake up and smile, she brought me pride in ways I couldn't inspire in myself. A life without her wasn't a life. I couldn't lose her.

I began to wonder if a lack of sexual activity in the home could be a ground for divorce. Would a judge grant Callie a divorce if she

said I wasn't satisfying her sexually, or I wasn't even fucking her at all? How would that make me look?

I was losing my mind just imagining such a thing, and yet, I couldn't build the courage to even ask her what was wrong. My balls were about as big as my penis it would seem.

I could tell from the look of frustration on her face at intervals, that she wanted me to ask what the matter was, but I feared her response so much, I was willing to ignore that look. It didn't matter that we had been together for almost five years, it didn't matter that in those years, Callie had never done anything to make me question her love or loyalty to me, all that mattered was that I had fucked up and she had every right to be mad at me, even if she never mentioned it to me.

I was willing to go on for as long as it was possible, avoiding whatever conversation she wanted to have with me, I was even willing to go as far as bringing up her mother to deviate from whatever path she wished to explore. Callie didn't think much of her mother and they had a rather tumultuous relationship, so, you

know, I was engaging in extreme activities, just so I wouldn't have that dreaded conversation.

But then, a prey could only slip out so many times, before a trap caught it.

My trap was an angry Callie in front of the bathroom door, just as I stepped out.

I had a towel tied around my waist, my body was damp as well as my hair, and there she stood, right at the door, clearly waiting to delay my movement to other things.

"I know you can't stand looking at my naked body for whatever reason these days, but, now you're even avoiding me entirely, Jesse?" She asked, her tone riddled with disbelief.

I was unsure of which to respond to first, but all of the allegations left me feeling rather uncomfortable and ashamed. Why would she think I couldn't stand to look at her naked body? She was the type of woman to grace the covers of a Playboy Magazine, and I had jacked off to those women many a time as a teenager, why

would I not want to look at a living, breathing version of a Bunny? And then, she thought I was avoiding her...there was some truth to that claim, I wouldn't even argue on it, but my reasons were very much solid, in my opinion.

"Callie, I...." For the life of me, I don't know why I was so quick to open my mouth because I hadn't thought of an explanation.

She cocked her brow at me, clearly questioning whatever I was set to say, "Go on, spit out the lie" she urged.

Those words left me feeling deflated. Whatever excuse I wanted to make, got lost in my head. She was right, after all, my; I was all set to tell her some poorly constructed lie I came up with right off the bat.

"First off, I love seeing you naked, so, I would never try to avoid that..."

She scoffed so loudly, it must have reverberated around the room. "Callie..." I needed her to believe me.

"Why the fuck won't you touch me then?" She spat, "it's been months, and all you do is find ways to avoid touching me and even the topic of having sex with me, repulses you."

It felt like she had given me a sharp slap on my face, by saying those words. My reason for not touching her was lost on her because she had some other ideas. I hated that she thought any of this has something to do with her or her body. I hated that she thought I didn't find her attractive enough to want to fuck her. Had she looked at herself in the mirror? Why she would want some bland loser like me, with a penis the size of an eraser, touching her sexually, was a mystery in itself.

"Baby, it's nothing like that..." I began.

"Isn't it?" She challenged me.

I had no response...mostly because I was certain whatever excuse I was ready to supply, would be met with some retort that would immediately send it to a timely death.

I watched her turn her back to me slowly, and then walk over to our bed, my eyes lingering on her perfect bum a little longer than I wanted to. She lowered herself on the bed, just at the edge, and placed both hands on her thighs, her alluring eyes now focused on me.

"Let's talk then...on how to spice up our sex life " she suggested, so casually it was almost like she hadn't been glaring at me only moments ago.

I stared back at her, so unprepared for the question, it felt like my first day in high school. I still only had on my towel tied around my waist, but my temperature must have gone up a few notches from that one question, "Calie, we don't need..."

"I need my husband." She stated firmly, "I need to be fucked so hard, we get a noise complaint, I need my husband's cock inside my pussy, hell, I just need a cock, and the one person that should be giving me a cock, acts like a chaste virgin. I'm tired Jesse!"

I blinked at her, in a bid to take in all she had spilled out...and that was a lot. I knew damn well she needed to be satisfied, and I also

knew I wasn't the man for the job. How had she not clocked that? But if I wasn't the man for the job...who was?

When I wasn't forthcoming with any answers, Callie took it upon herself to continue the conversation anyway, "What if..." she paused, her eyes drifted away from me, her words hanging in the air, and my curiosity was suddenly piqued. Whatever it was she had in mind, she couldn't even bring herself to look at next and it caused me immense discomfort.

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth in thought, and I know she didn't mean for the act to be sexual, but damn if my penis didn't jerk at the sight of that. It reminded me of where I currently was..or more like where we currently were in our sex life and just what had caused it all my tiny wiener.

"What if we could roleplay?" She asked.

I frowned slightly at the suggestion while waiting for her to elaborate.

"I mean...we could just go out, act like we don't know each other. Maybe..." she paused once again as if trying to piece together her words. I had an idea where she was going, and the destination greatly displeased me. Still, I knew to let her finish her words.

"...maybe you would find me more exciting if someone else did." She said, her voice was so soft, it felt both adorable and sexy.

In all our years together, Callie had never come up with something this Wild. The sex toys she would get for herself wasn't quite as far as she was willing to go to help out marriage, she was open to going deeper...clearly the only one of us putting any effort into fighting for this thing. I was very much comfortable with just moving around like a robot while getting myself off with all the videos I had found on porn sites. Some would call that selfish, but I was trying to convince myself that whatever I was doing was more to her benefit than mine.

"Callie, that's crazy," I stated.

She furrowed her brows at me in surprise, and I couldn't imagine what had her so surprised by my response. Did she think I would

agree to the suggestion that we go out and I watch another man try to hit on my wife? Could that do any more damage to the self-esteem I had barely built?

"Is it?" She asked me, "Is it?" Not for the first time since we started having this conversation, I got the feeling Callie knew something she wasn't letting on.

"Yes, it is. Why would you think I would enjoy watching some other man possibly hit on you?"

She stared at me long and hard, as if she were trying to read me, and at that moment I felt thoroughly read. What was going on in Callie's head? Where was this crazy suggestion coming from, and why did she keep looking at me like that?

"So, you've never considered the possibility of watching some other men with a big cock fuck my pussy?" She asked.

The words were casually spoken, but I got the feeling there was nothing casual in that question. The first thing that hit me immediately was guilt because I knew damn well such a thought

had occupied my mind multiple times, and then just before it settled, fear.

Did Callie know something about those videos I watched? But I had been extra careful to cover my tracks. How the fuck could Callie know?
"I...n...no...why...why would you...why would I think that?" I asked.

I noticed the disappointment flash on her face, but it was so quick that I told myself it could have been anything else.

"What if I wanted to try it though?" She asked further after a few seconds. I had already relaxed slightly, assuming it was a finished topic.

I couldn't understand her persistence, where was it coming from? Why would she want to try such a thing? I and Callie had never really had any in-depth conversations on our sex life, we never had it while we were dating, and we barely had it while married, but the few times we did venture towards that topic, she had never given me any reason to think she would be interested in fucking

someone else outside of our marriage. When did this become a thing for her?

"Why would you want to try something like that?" I asked.

She shrugged, "For excitement, sparks, something new."

Each of those words sounded exactly like the reasons people gave for wanting a divorce. Suffice it to say, I did not get the assurance I needed from them...did she think we were getting stale? Had she grown bored with our marriage?

I knew I was giving her little to work with at this point, but selfish as it may be, I didn't want her to want more than me....more importantly though, this did not sound like my Callie.

"Since when did such things excite you, Callie?" I asked. "They excite you, don't they?" She asked.

I felt my heart stop. I blinked at her, my breathing seized, and it felt like there was a momentary pause in time at that moment.

She had said it casually, passively, but this time, I was certain she knew something about some of my activities. She was fishing.

How did she find out?

"I don't...I don't understand." Yes, I was too much of a coward to come clean with just a hint dropped. I was going to need video evidence to give myself away.

She fixed me a stare that let me know that whatever plans I had to wiggle my way out of any of this, would never succeed. I was stuck.

"I see all of your browsing history, Jesse. I know what you watch to get yourself off just so you don't have to fuck me." She fired.

Each shot went straight to my chest, and I was struggling for survival, "Callie, it's nothing like that. Those videos..."

"Those videos are what you want me to do so you can find me attractive again, right? You want some other guy fucking me."

"It's not about you." I retorted. The last thing I needed her to think was that any of this was her fault, or that I wasn't as attracted to her now, as I had been when we were dating, "I just want...I just think you deserve to be fucked right, and I don't...I don't think I can give you that."

I never thought a day would come when I would have to say those words out loud. It was one thing to have it dominate my thoughts, but to verbalize that feeling to the person or was about...it felt very different, almost liberating.

Callie's demeanor eased slightly, as if she had been waiting to hear me say those words, now, I had no idea how she would react to this new revelation.

She looked away briefly, and I was very much tempted to beg her to look at me, give me some other reaction. I had no idea what to expect at this point, a part of me wanted her to scream at me, and express anger. It would make me feel better. Still, Callie wasn't really like that...she had rarely raised her voice since the first time we met. Although, we had never had an issue like this since the first time we met.

"So..."

My eyes shot up to her, surprised she was already speaking. She seemed hesitant to speak her next words.

"...we should try it then." She finished.

I stared at her for a bit, lost as to her meaning. She made no attempts to elaborate, so, it was up to me to understand what she meant. It took me a minute, but when it registered..., "Callie, no..."

"What if I want to?"

I didn't believe her. I couldn't believe her. Why though? I had a niggling feeling the only reason she was willing to try such a thing, was because of me. As undeserving as I was, Callie truly loved me and was willing to do whatever she had to do, to make me happy. She went out of her way multiple times for me...I wondered if this was one of those times.

"You don't want to" I concluded, even without asking her. I don't know if this made sense, but I was slightly disappointed with that fact.

"You don't know if I want to or not," she said.

This conversation was going much differently than I would have envisioned. First off, I never even saw it happening at any point, so, I was unprepared for it, but if it did happen, Callie wasn't supposed to welcome the idea of fucking another man in my presence, and I, ideally, shouldn't be opposing it.

"Let's give it a try, tomorrow night, at a bar." She suggested.

It all sounded very enticing. A bar was the perfect pickup spot, there were all types of people there and my mind was going wild just thinking of the virile men we could encounter in a hotbed of raw masculinity. It also would be the perfect setting for many a fantasy I had had in the last few weeks. I swallowed thickly at all of the promises a bar held.

"Callie..." it was the last attempt at opposition, a weak attempt because I was buying what she was selling.

"We'll drive over there by 8:00 PM, and see how the night goes."

Those were Callie's last words to me, just before she rose to her feet and walked out of the room, leaving me half-naked and dry.

Fucking hell Callie! ****

The thing with anticipation was that it was hard to concentrate on anything when you were on high alert.

I and Callie had been married for years, and in those years, I had never quite anticipated anything, like I anticipated our visit to the bar tonight. I had spent all day thinking of how things would play out, I had imagined everything from what she would have on, to the kind of guys that would approach her. Callie had only told me she wanted him to look nothing like me, and I was totally fine

with that...but I wondered how different he would look. Perhaps, she would entertain a man of darker persuasion?

I had never verbalized this fantasy, never to Callie though, but I wanted her to be fucked by a black man. I had spent a great amount of time watching cuckold videos that feature black men. I found they had the largest cocks, and I imagined Callie would appreciate a large cock, but I had no plans whatsoever to influence her decision.

Still, I anticipated it. If I had the power, I would just speed through time and arrive at 8:00 PM.

The first surprise I encountered was when I got home. All of my imaginations didn't prepare me for the sight I witnessed when I walked through my bedroom door.

"What do you think?" Callie asked me, beaming with obvious excitement. She made a show of turning around for my perusal.

Fuck, Callie!

I knew I said this a lot, but I did marry one of the most gorgeous women in the world.

Callie was dressed in a dark brown leather outfit, that hugged her curves deliciously, her large breasts were barely contained by the bustier, her slim waist accentuated her full hips. The stress barely reached mid-thigh, exposing her smooth, creamy thighs and legs. This was a 'fuck me' dress if I had ever seen one, and I was certain we would get a few interested parties.

I gulped, to wet my parched throat, "You...you look stunning." I responded. Even that term, didn't seem sufficient to do her justice.

Callie blushed, she walked up to me, her hips moving slowly, she placed a dainty hand on my chest, and it was enough to set every nerve in my body. She leaned closer to me, her perfume filtering into my nose. Between her scent and her closeness, I had no idea which would be the end of me eventually, "Let's hope they think the same" she whispered in my ear.

My eyes dilated, my hands ached to grab her and kiss her, but I knew what that could lead to. I didn't have it in me to resist any more than this, and the last thing I wanted was to ruin what promised to be a great night for us both.

Callie seemed set for the challenge, and I was more than ready to see what became of our plans tonight.

She eased away from me, and gave me a soft smile, "We should leave in a bit." She said before she turned around and walked away from me.

I watched her touch up my make-up, an uncomfortable boner seated in my pants. There was something so emasculating about her obliviousness to my state of discomfort that excited me.

Fucking hell Callie! ****

By the time we got to the bar, Callie had enough confidence for us both. She looked breathtaking in her outfit, and then she had

topped it off with a pair of four-inch heels that maximized her sexiness....if that was a thing.

I had thought of so many different scenarios in my head, imagined all the ways she would attract these men, and now, I was feeling a bit unsure of the entire plan.

Not Callie though, Callie was up and ready to go. If I didn't know better, I would think this was her fantasy as much as it was mine, or even more.

The bar was fairly busy when I stepped in, the night was still young though.

Callie had suggested we walk in at different times, just so people didn't assume we were a thing at first. I wasn't particularly happy with the suggestion, but I saw enough sense in it to agree. I would have liked to walk into the bar with the sexiest woman in the room...but I supposed that would be saved for another day.

I wanted to walk in first though because I wanted to enjoy the experience of seeing other men ogle her when she made her

entrance. If I couldn't get the satisfaction of walking in with her, I wanted the satisfaction of seeing other men lust over my wife.

I found an ideal spot that gave me a good view of both the entrance and the bar. I had to wait a whole five minutes, during which I ordered a glass of whiskey before she walked in.

I thought I was prepared for Callie's entrance, but nothing quite prepared me for the attention she received. Even I, couldn't believe I had walked out of the house with such a stunner. Her blonde hair fell in waves against one shoulder, she had on smoky-eyed make-up, and her lips were a glossy red. The perfect seductress. She only glanced my way, and gave me a brief acknowledgment, before she was making her way to the bar.

I had to snap out of the spell she must have cast on me, just so I would see who else was enraptured by her beauty....there were more than a few interested eyes.

I had to also peruse all of the men that seemed interested in my wife...and there were a lot of them, the murmurs in the room died down slightly as she walked through. Callie was a real

head-turner. She had just clocked thirty-two a few months back, but she didn't look a day older than twenty-three.

I didn't bother with a few of her admirers. They were nothing interesting to look at. They looked sort of like me; nerdy, boring, unattractive, and I'm pretty sure they had small penises as I did too. I saw a few others who piqued my interest, but only slightly, because while they did look attractive, I just didn't need corporate wolves in my house, and J doubted their sexual prowess.

As she lowered herself onto the seat, I sighed softly. Nothing interesting yet.

As the night wore on, a few men walked up to Callie and had brief chats with her, but like me, she was unimpressed with them and their attention. None of them quite fit what I was looking for...what we were looking for.

I sighed softly, as I took a sip of my whiskey. I was starting to think this exercise would be fruitless, and that would be a huge shame considering how fucking gorgeous Callie looked tonight.

I thought too soon though.

I sat up slightly when I noticed an interaction between the barman and Callie. He slipped her a drink and pointed toward a direction, my eyes followed with Callie.

I sat up even more once I noticed the man raise his drink to Callie. Perfect.

I quickly glanced at Callie to see her reaction, she smiled softly and raised her drink to him, and made a show of sipping it.

He smirked at her.

He was an attractive man, he had a nice smile, smooth dark skin, and a jawline I was jealous of. He had deep-set eyes, reminding me of Tyson Beckford.

I glanced back at Callie once more, and I noticed her subtle acknowledgment of my gaze...we agreed.

I knew Callie would pull him in with her feminine wiles. Men who looked like him always did the chasing. Buying her a drink was promising...but I was eager to know what sort of propositions he could be open to.

Callie had barely drunk halfway before our new interest was standing, and moving towards her.

Fucking perfect!

He was tall, built, he carried himself with a confident gait. He was everything I wasn't.

I leaned forward slightly, as he sat next to Callie and engaged her in conversation. She was doing some heavy flirting with him; touching his arms, laughing a bit much, pushing her hair behind her ears. He was easy with it though, he kept his hands to himself mostly, and it made me question the possibility of convincing him to come home with us. Would be willing to fuck her in my presence?

It would be almost twenty minutes into their conversation before Callie seemed like she mentioned me. I noticed the surprise on his features as she chuckled, right after whispering something into his ears.

She tilted her head toward my direction, and he looked.

I felt like a deer caught in headlights, as they both looked my way. I wanted to give off the appearance of strength, but even I knew I couldn't sell such a product. So, I gave a subtle nod of acknowledgment. The man nodded in response.

I believe we had just come to our agreement. Fucking yes, Callie

****
Fallon
That was his name.

I didn't know if that was his actual name, but it didn't matter.

Fallon was twenty-six. I didn't know if that was his real age, but he was legal and that was all that mattered.

Fallon had no STDs, he had gone for a check-up a week ago. Good enough for us.

Fallon was 6ft. 2" tall, dark-skinned, and....

"Fuck! Jess, he's got a huge dick." Callie declared from the back of the car.

Just perfect for us.

He was in our car, I drove, Callie gave him a handjob. I was a bit distracted by all of the action going on in the backseat of my car

There was some heavy petting, slight moaning, mostly from Callie, because Fallon was grabbing at her large boobs. No kissing yet though, I wanted to see their first kiss without any distractions.

I couldn't explain how relieved I was when we finally parked in the driveway. I turned off the engine and got out of the car.

Callie didn't have to worry about walking to the door however, not when tall, dark and strong Fallon could pick her up and carry her in, with her legs wrapped around his waist while she giggled.

Anything could have been the cause of her excitement; she was slightly tipsy and an attractive man had his hands underneath her ass. I just wanted to get us inside before a neighbor noticed something.

I quickly opened up the door and turned on the first light I could reach.
Fallon dropped Callie on our couch at first, but then I suggested we go to the bedroom. That was where all the magic happened after all, and I wanted a great view.

Fallon was an agreeable fella, he had no qualms following our instructions

Once we were in the room though, that was when the real action began. I usually would wait for Callie to make the first move toward me, but the moment we got inside the room, it was Fallon pulling Callie in.

He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her against his body, she gasped softly, just before he crushed his lips against hers.

I gulped at the raw passion that dominated that kiss, this guy hadn't even asked if it was fine to kiss her yet. He grabbed at her ass, as I watched his tongue spearing into her mouth.

Callie's moan was loud, louder than I had heard from her in a while. My penis jerked at the sound.

I took a seat on the one chair in our bedroom and leaned back to enjoy the show.

Callie was giving as good as she got with Fallon, and while I felt slightly jealous, I still felt turned on.

Fallon suddenly lifted Callie off the ground, his hand reached up to steady her head, as he kissed her deeper. I don't think I had ever kissed Callie quite like that.

Her dress rode higher up her thighs, and I watched his other hand move between her thighs. Watching the contrast of his large, black hand on her creamy white skin, was exciting in itself, but the loud moan that tore through the air when Fallon touched her pussy, caused my hard-on to manifest.

He pushed her panties aside and slipped his fingers between her folds. A strained moan slipped out of Callie's lips, she bit at her bottom lip as she began to ride his fingers. I had never seen my wife lose herself to another man like this. Callie needed this, if she was so eager to fuck his fingers.

Fallon lowered his lips and caught her taut nipple between his teeth, through the fabric of her dress, he bit lightly, and she sighed as she cradled his head.

He lowered her onto the bed, and forced her legs open, diving straight into her pussy as soon as he had her on her back. Callie

cried out in ecstasy, her back arching off the bed as his tongue found her nub. My hand moved slowly against my dick, my entire body tight from the show I was getting. Neither of them had quite gotten naked yet, but fuck if this wasn't erotic already.

Callie's hand shot straight to his head, as she began to ride his face. Her breath came out haggard, her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. I was witnessing something I had never thought I would see without a sex toy present.

He played with her pussy a little while longer, as she writhed on the bed and moaned loudly. By the time he came up for air, his face was wet with her juices. He slid up to her, grabbed her face, and stuck his tongue down her throat.

I grunted softly as I watched Callie taste her juices from this man's lips and tongue. My hand slipped into my pants to tug at my dick, just as Callie's snuck into his, to grab his cock.

I sat up slightly, eager for the big reveal. How large was his cock?

She stroked it lightly for a bit, his hands moving over her body, grabbing, pulling, caressing.

Callie suddenly flipped him onto his back and placed a hand on his chest. She straddled him between her legs and reached down to the hem of her dress to pull it over her body, revealing her nude form.

Fallon grinned at the reveal, but stayed still, as she began to work on his pants. I watched with rapt attention, as she began pulling down the pants. She revealed a pair of briefs, with a bulge so large even I was salivating.

"Hmm..." she hummed to herself, as she rose slightly, just enough to run her tongue over his clothed cock.

Shit! That was hot.

Fallon had a smirk on his face, as he watched her. His look was dominant though, as a Dom watching his Sub do his bidding. It was hot.

She slipped her fingers into the bands of his briefs and pulled it down. His cock sprung out of the briefs, large, fat, and hard. I stared, marveled by the sight before me.

He had to be at least 9-inches long with a width of 3-4 inches. It was easily the biggest cock I had ever seen in person.

Callie took it in her hand, clearly as marveled as I was, "oh my..." she began, her eyes running over it

"Suck it " Fallon ordered.

Callie looked up at him, and then slowly, she slipped that large phallus into her mouth. I watched as her pink mouth swallowed that dark, veiny cock. Just like in the movies though, she couldn't quite get past the halfway point, before she had to take him out to get her breath. She ran her tongue over the length of his cock, sucking on the head at intervals. His hand was buried in her hair guiding her movement.

My hand was in my pants, moving against my dick with a little more urgency. I was not about to release my tiny wiener when I was confronted with this humongous cock.

I watched Callie, take in this man's length on her knees, her creamy white ass in the air, as her pussy juice leaked down her thighs.

It was a sight to behold I tell you. Her panties were soaked, sticking to her pussy lips, I wondered how desperate she was to have that fat cock inside her. I had denied her any form of penetration for so long, she had to be desperate for some of it.

Callie eased the panties off her body, even as she continued to suck on Fallon's cock. I groaned at the sight of her sticky pussy juice on her panties. Callie wasn't done though, as she leaned over to swallow more of Fallon's cock, I have treated to the sight of her pink pussy.

I knew a tease when I saw one, and Callie was teasing me.

Fallon didn't let her enjoy her little playtime. In one swoop, he had her off the floor and hovering over his cock. He aligned the large length to her pussy, and I sat at the edge of my seat, anticipating that penetration.

Their joint groans as she impaled herself on his cock rang loudly in our bedroom. My eyes widened at the sight of Callie's pussy taking in all of that cock. I would never have thought she could have his entire dick in her pussy

"Shit!" She said as she tried to gain some form of composure. She shuddered slightly, clearly adjusting to his size.

I'd give it to him, Fallon was a good sport for giving her a moment to adjust, but like me, he wasn't very patient. He grabbed her by the waist and began to move her against his cock. She sighed softly, her head tossing back a bit as she enjoyed their controlled strokes.

I could hear her breathy moans and her sighs, I could hear the tiny whimpers that would escape her lips whenever he hit a spot. I could feel her pleasure in every nerve in her body

He suddenly slipped out of her, only to readjust her form, so that she was on her hands and knees, and her ass in the air, he made sure to position her well enough to give me a good view of their fucking.

"You wanted a show, right?" He asked. He didn't wait for my response before he was plunging all 9 inches of himself into Callie.

Fuck yes, I wanted a show. My orgasm hit me as soon as Fallon sent that big cock into my wife's tight pussy, and it was nothing like I had ever felt before.

This was so different...this entire experience was different, yet, thrilling.

As the sound of skin smacking against skin rented the air, and Callie hit multiple orgasms thanks to Fallon's cock, I imagined this was something we could do long term.

The only thing was, would we want to go hunting for men to fuck Callie, or could we keep Fallon on the side?

For now, as I watched Fallon slip his cock out of my wife's pussy, and watched her take him in her mouth and suck him off till he shot his load into that waiting mouth, I could think only of one thing...

Fucking hell Callie!