My wife wasn’t willing to stop sucking that big dick long enough to answer him; she kept it coddled it in her warm mouth and just nodded her head.
“Say it!”
“Mmmm uhhr heee hooow.”
“I can’t hear you,” he mocked while hamfisting the ring that I put on Cindy’s finger the day we wed.
“Mmmm uhhr cheating whore,” she repeated, her speech becoming coherent after Rocco popped his cock out of her mouth for a moment. She hardly had time to catch her breath before he plunged back in.
Tears welled up in my eyes as a range of emotions whirled around inside me. Despair that Cindy is cheating on me, humiliation that it’s with Rocco, and dread for the day I discover what else my wife has been hiding.
But deep inside me, something more stirred amongst my emotions. With a small gasp, I felt four inches of fury harden in my pants. My heart hammered in my chest as watching my wife surrender her mouth to Rocco’s large tool caused my own micropenis to stiffen.
It was happening again.
In front of me, Rocco looked down at my wife, hard at work slurping his cock. “Lick my balls, you dirty bitch,” he demanded.
She immediately pulled off his cock and held it upright against his stomach with one hand while she began to nuzzle his large nutsac, using her tongue to lap at his low hanging nads while she buried her nose deep in that hairy crotch.
“Fuck yeah,” Rocco muttered while he lit a cigar, taking deep draws to burn the ember evenly. As the sweet smoke reached my nose, my wife’s nose was full of Rocco’s musk and her tongue was darting back and forth between each of his balls, licking all around.
“You like those salty nuts?” he prompted her.
Cindy offered a muffled response as she bathed his balls with her tongue, drawing each one into her mouth to hum on.
“That’s right, get ’em nice and wet.”
My dick throbbed in my pants and I could feel it beginning to leak. I desperately wanted to pull my wife away, get our son and go back home, but something inside me just couldn’t seem to make my legs move. I could only stand in place, humiliated and erect, as I watched my wife pleasure this debauched chauvinist with her mouth and tongue.
Rocco reached down and cupped Cindy’s slick chin, guiding her back up to his swollen shaft. She inhaled his cock again, blowing him with renewed vigor. Her head moved back and forth hurriedly, making wet suction noises as she eagerly enveloped his enormous erection. Her hands settled on his hips, giving her leverage to dunk her head up and down the dick like a drinking bird toy.
“Does my sweaty dick taste good?”
“Mmhmmm,” she answered around his cock, never breaking stride. My little dick strained against my pants, aching from the lack of stimulation.
Seemingly satisfied, Rocco tilted his head back, took a long draw from his cigar and continued enjoying the blowjob. Leaning lazily against the fence with his legs spread wide, he let out sighs of satisfaction in between puffs on his cigar as my wife worshipped his cock intensely. Minutes went by with only the lewd sounds of sucking and exhales of pleasure filling the space around them before Rocco addressed her again.
“Ahh, Chesty,” he moaned. “You suck like a porn star.”
When those words pierced my lust-fogged brain, I frantically whipped out my phone and opened MasterBettor. What I saw sent a crooked shudder up my spine.
I was looking down at my wife’s gorgeous face, a few strains of hair peaking out of her intricate French braid, as she made love to Rocco’s giant tool with her mouth, occasionally letting it dribble out so she could caress it with her soft cheek. I was seeing her from Rocco’s point of view — this was footage from his body cam. And it was raw. Unlike the thumbnail, where Cindy’s picture had a black bar blotting out the eyes, this footage was fully uncensored.
I couldn’t believe my own eyes as Rocco’s body cam livestreamed my wife as she lovingly fellated his massive cock. Watching the video go online in real time turned my legs to jelly. I had to crouch down so I wouldn’t collapse. My whole world tilted on its axis. I felt like I might fall off the edge of the earth if I didn’t grab a handful of grass to hang on. My heart was pumping so hard that I could hear it in my head as I slowly shifted positions and resumed my spying from the dark corner of the Zamboni garage.
The experience of watching my wife defiled in front of me, while also watching Rocco’s POV body cam footage streaming on MasterBettor, had the humiliation hitting my veins like China White.
Cindy offered a low moan of pleasure before slowing down to take Rocco’s dick deeper into her mouth, applying more suction with each swallow. She sucked him that way for a few minutes, eliciting scattered grunts of gratification from Rocco, before she greedily engulfed as much of his shaft as she could. With her nose pressed close to his stomach, she began to emit the rich gurgling sounds of contracting throat muscles.
Rocco pushed his hips out, trying to get as much dick down her throat as he could. He reached down with both hands to fondle her amazing breasts, then his hands roamed until they were gripping the back of her head, holding her in place.
“Hold it. Hold it,” he demanded as she began to choke and gag on his cock.
Finally after about thirty seconds, he released her head and she dragged her lips off his long shaft with a sharp gasp for air. Before she regained her composure, he sheathed his cock in her throat again, this time pushing her head deeper and holding it down even longer. Rocco then repeated this routine several more times until my wife was starved for oxygen.
Cindy’s breathless panting had her rack rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her breasts were pale white like the moonlight and Rocco had them fully exposed to the cool night air. She was already muddled and cock drunk from Rocco’s repeated invasions of her windpipe, so she offered no resistance when he did it again, pushing deep into parts of her throat that I couldn’t dream of touching. My nerves crackled like fallen power lines as I watched the brute turn my Cindy into Chesty, the bimbo slut.
That’s when I heard a rattle and a whir. In no time, Uncle Anthony’s electric wheelchair zoomed up behind my wife, who was too preoccupied to notice. That is, until the cheeky old cripple announced his presence by clamping one of her tits with his grabber tool. That made my gorgeous wife yelp — whether from pain or just surprise, I don’t know.
“Holy shit, you weren’t lying. What a fucking set.” I rolled my eyes. Clearly Uncle Anthony attended the same finishing school as Rocco.
Cindy tried to look back to find the source of the disturbance, but Rocco kept both hands on her head like it was a steering wheel as he drove her deeper on his endless dick.
“You know Bridget’s Uncle Anthony,” he said, as if it was normal to make introductions while keeping his cock firmly ensconced in Cindy’s spasming esophagus. “You’re gonna like this guy. His dick is bigger than mine.”
With both of his meat hooks wrapped in my wife’s hair, Rocco had to bite down on his cigar, tilting its angle. I saw the red ember breathing in the darkness. It may have been just a shadow, but I think I even saw some black ash fall on my wife’s honey-blonde head as she continued bobbing away, her throat bulging obscenely from Rocco’s onslaught. While Cindy made a mess of her pretty face gagging on Rocco’s dick, Uncle Anthony lost all self-restraint with the grabber tool, snapping it with gleeful abandon as he molested my wife’s breasts with its metal claw.