A Game of Inches Ch. 10

A Game of Inches 10 of 12

by DirtyMindedMinx

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15 Days Remaining / 3 consecutive orgasm days in a row

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I followed Carol and Jamal into the bedroom. Everything there was as it should be, but nothing felt familiar. It was one thing when Sonya suggested I bring in a "stunt cock" to pleasure my wife, but it was another thing entirely for it to really be happening. Before it had just been an idea, almost a fantasy. Now he was here - I could see him, smell his cologne, see the way my wife looked at him with barely contained lust in her eyes. It hurt, that was for sure, but at the same time, there was something exciting about it.

This conflict messed with my head. On the one hand, I didn't have much of a choice. If I wanted to get my dick back I needed to find a way to make my wife cum, and quickly...time was running out. That's all there was to it - no way around the facts. On the other hand, I hated the idea of her enjoying another man's cock. A cock that was bigger than mine, even when I was my normal size. Right now, it wasn't even a competition.

But I'd never seen her like this, so turned on and so primed to have sex. I mean, lately, I'd discovered that she was more into sex than she let on in recent years, but I thought that was more because her sister had become involved in our sex life. That was understandable, but now I was recognizing that she wanted more than what I could give her...so much more. I didn't have a pussy, nor did I have a massive cock. Maybe she didn't even want me at all.

Here I was thinking that I was the one who required something more when all along it was her who wasn't getting what she needed. I had come to terms with the fact that I was a shitty husband, but now I was beginning to wonder if I was worse than I realized. Carol was eagerly undoing Jamal's shirt, desperate to get him naked. I couldn't remember the last time she was so impatient to get me undressed.

He helped her take off his shirt and pulled his wife-beater over his head. I'd always considered myself to be in pretty good shape for my age, but seeing this guy's body made me rethink all that. He was a solid block of chiseled sex. Sure, he was young, and a dancer, so that was kind of expected, but to watch my wife greedily run her hands over his chest and abs was a bit galling. Maybe more than a bit...

Of course, thinking back to the way I touched the girls I had cheated with I can't say I was any less heated. I had to let her have this, no matter how much it made my gut clench. I had to get used to this because it wasn't going to get any better for me.

Jamal turned her around, unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor. She had on nothing but a black thong underneath - one she had clearly borrowed from her sister. Jamal spun her back to face him. She was acting all shy and demure as he surveyed her body. He liked what he saw, as any man would. He undid his pants and freed his fully erect cock.

Carol gasped and then giggled like she was drunk at seeing his dick again. I had to remind myself that she had already sucked that monster cock once, and she couldn't wait to do it again. Seeing it myself puts me to shame. I was hard too, but I felt like a little boy next to a real man. I was tempted to pull my dick out but didn't dare.

His hands went to her breasts, and I barely held back a jealous whimper of doubt. Was this the right thing for me to do? Was I ruining my marriage in an effort to save myself? Was she ever going to want to fuck me again after tonight? It was too late to turn back now.

His hands slid down her body as they kissed. She was his. I could tell by the way she melted into him. Her body belonged to him and she was going to let him do whatever he wanted with her without any protest whatsoever. The jealousy was intense, and they hadn't even really done anything yet. Was this how she felt when she saw me going down on her sister? Or was it something different for her?

She pulled away from the kiss and went down on her knees. Her shaking hands caressed him, feeling his length, testing his hardness, marveling at his girth. His cock had become her temple and she was at worship. Was that the same look that was on my face when I saw Gloria's long legs as she bent over that restroom sink? Or when I first saw Danielle's naked boobs? Probably. But at least she didn't have to see that. Payback is certainly a bitch.

Carol pulled Jamal's pants the rest of the way off, then kissed the end of his cock with a kind of reverence that I'd never seen before. I had to accept that I would never know what it felt like for her to look at me like that. Not even if I pulled this thing off and got my cock back. It made me a little sick to my stomach, but I had to put all that aside. I had to get through this.

She took him in and began sucking. No hands, just her mouth. She was barely able to take in the first third of his massive tool. But that seemed to be enough for her. She looked up at him with a meek sort of admiration as she bobbed her head. Was that a tear in her eye? This was definitely a bad idea all around.

He let her go on like that for almost a minute before he helped her to stand and moved her toward the bed. She complied without hesitation. She was his plaything. She'd never surrendered to me so completely before. I had to stop comparing myself to him or I was going to drive myself crazy. He wasn't important, it was Carol that mattered. She needed to be pleased - she had to orgasm, whatever it took.

They were on the bed. More kissing. More touching. Should I join them, or just stay out of the way? I had to be part of it, but could I? Would I just be an annoying distraction? A bothersome pest spoiling the party? Her hand wrapped around his strong cock - it was like she didn't want to lose contact with it even for a few seconds.

"Can I be on top?" she asked, her voice soft and deferential. I'd never seen her so submissive. Was this what she was like with Sonya when they were alone? I watched helplessly as she mounted his body, getting herself into position for entry. Was I really going to let this happen?

Was I going to let another man take my wife - right in front of me? Was I going to let him slide his big cock into her tight, little pussy? Into the pussy that belonged to me? When did I suddenly become so possessive? This was for my own good - there was nothing I could do but stand by and let it happen. This wasn't my wife...it was just a random porno I was watching, nothing more.

That illusion went out the window when she lowered herself down onto that enormous cock of his. The sound she made penetrated my soul. It was a sound I'd never heard from her before. It was pure, guttural, animal satisfaction. I had to admit I'd never made a sound like that for her either. Maybe with Emily, but not Carol.

She took his entire length. It didn't seem possible, but my sweet wife had impaled herself on the biggest cock I'd ever seen in real life. I never would have thought she could handle it. But, not only was she handling it, but she was absolutely loving it. It was something she'd never had before...certainly not with me. I somehow managed not to throw up and watched helplessly.

She rotated her hips, seating herself in even deeper, then began to ride him. Just a little up and down to start. Slowly. Deliberately. Feeling every inch of him. Then more. She slid up the length, then back down, landing with a fleshy smack and a grunt of pleasure. Then again..and again. Her pussy left his cock shiny with a thick coating of her intimate juices. I'd never seen her get this wet before. It was impressive, and depressing at the same time.

Then she picked up her pace, bouncing up and down on his cock, taking him like she was some kind of porn star. His hands held her hips, but otherwise, he gave complete control over to her. Was he enjoying this as much as she was? How could he not?

I gave in and pulled my sad four-and-a-half-inch dinky out of my pants, knowing no one would be paying any attention to me, and rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger. After just a couple of strokes, I came - squirting all over the rug. It wasn't the least bit satisfying - no sensation of orgasm, nothing. I took a deep breath and promised myself I wouldn't cry.

"Make me cum," she groaned and picked up her pace. I'd heard her talking like that before to her sister, but not so much with me. More jealousy. I moved closer to the bed, not yet feeling any degree of confidence that I could jump in. "Oh, fuck, this is good...so fucking good..."

Jamal stayed quiet, probably trying not to cum too soon. At least that's what I'd be doing. Damn, he had big balls. Plump, and full, and shaved. Fuck, why was I staring at another man's balls? It's not like I wanted to lick them or anything...even as my wife's pussy juices leaked down and got them all wet. A shiver ran through me. This was about getting Carol to cum, I remind myself...nothing else.

"Shit, I don't want to cum yet," she whined, not letting up on his cock in the least. She leaned forward and fed one of her tits to him. He took it in and sucked on her nipple. She let out a squeal of joy, switching things up so she was humping him long and slow. If I was being honest, it looked fantastic.

The stark contrast of her pale skin against his dark flesh would have been enough, but that huge rod penetrating her over and over again just amped things up like crazy. I tried to pretend like this was a random porno. It wasn't my wife getting the fucking of her life. That wasn't my bride being satisfied like never before. It wasn't my woman about to get filled with this black man's cum.

But it was. It was all of that and more. I had to get in there before she got off. I still wasn't sure of the exact rules, but it seemed I needed to be more involved to get credit for this one. I moved onto the bed, and neither of them seemed to notice me.

Carol's eyes were closed - she was transported to a land of wondrous delights. She was sitting up straight again, and so I went for one of her bouncing tits. I latched on, and she made a surprised sound. When she saw who it was, she gave me a reluctant smile, without losing her rhythm on the massive cock she was riding.

She held the back of my head and made a little sound that told me she was happy to let me suckle her. That was something, at least. I massaged her other tit, and her body once again began moving faster.

"I'm going to cum," she moaned. "Oh, I'm going to cum so hard. Fuck me...fuck me...fuck my pussy with that big cock...yes...oh, fuck, yes!"

Each word was a dagger straight into my heart, but I kept silent, selfishly reminding myself of why I was letting this happen. This was just another cruel machination of the gods' diabolical plan. Another humiliation for their amusement. I had no choice. I had to endure my wife fucking this guy if I was going to come out of this with anything.

"I'm cumming!" My wife's screams snapped me back to the real world. "Marc, he's making me cum...of God, I'm fucking cumming! Oh, oh, oh, oooooooh! Fuck!"

Despite myself, I squirted. I checked to make sure I didn't get any spunk on anyone and was relieved that I had only soiled the bed sheets. I couldn't help but notice that Carol was still going.

"Yes, yes, yes! Again! Give it to me! Give me that big fucking cock! Fuck my fucking pussy! Oh, shit! I'm going to cum again! It's going to happen...it's happening...aaaaiiiieeeee! Goddamn!" She took him all the way in and wiggled as she tried to catch her breath. "Oh, fuck that was so good. No one has ever fucked me like that. I need to recover, then I want that again." She slipped off of him and collapsed on the bed between us.

No one ever? I knew I wasn't some great lover or anything like that, but it wasn't a fun thing to hear from your wife as if you weren't even there in the room. Jamal's cock looked even bigger than it had when they started. Carol was just lying there sighing and chortling, almost like she was delirious. Her BBC had a big smile on his face as he groped her ass like it was his to do with as he pleased. I just kind of sat there wondering how to bring this to a quick end.

She'd had her orgasm, so it did me no good for it to continue. Unless I could get them to wait until after midnight...that would score me another day toward the requirement, wouldn't it? But midnight was three hours away...no way I'd be able to keep them apart for that long.

The sound of someone sucking something drew my attention. Carol was going down on Jamal...again. It was like she couldn't get enough of it. Getting a blowjob was always a difficult prospect for me - involving a lot of begging and promises. And then, if successful, it was very matter-of-fact and uninspired. She never even bothered to pretend she was enjoying it.

To make matters worse, Jamal strained and warned her that he was going to cum, and she just sucked him that much harder. He blew his load in her mouth. She gagged, but swallowed as much of it as she could, a little of it leaked down her chin. In all the years we were married, she did that for me just once. And it was only because I didn't say anything, and caught her by surprise. It was months before she let my dick anywhere near her face after that.

But, here she was, eating this stranger's cum like it was her favorite treat. I can't say it wasn't hot as fuck to see her this excited about doing something so out of character for her, but it would be something I would never get out of my mind. Every time I kissed her from now on, the thought of her eagerly gobbling down this guy's sperm was going to be there - taunting me. My stomach churned, and I noticed yet another, barely perceptible squirt.

"Okay, Jamal," I said, unable to watch their post-coital fondlings any longer. "Thanks for coming by, you were great...really, really...great."

"Oh, no, he doesn't have to go so soon - he just got here," Carol protested, grabbing onto him like I was going to rip him away from her. "One more, please?"

Jamal rolled on top of her without even bothering to consult me. He was still hard, which was annoying. Before I could argue, Carol's legs were spread wide, and he was back inside of her and pumping away. I was starting to hate this guy.

"Oh, yes!" Carol cried happily. "This is the best...you're the best fuck I've had...harder...yes! Don't hold back...this is your pussy...all yours! Take it!" More words I'd never heard from her before. Words I knew I would never hear from her if it was just the two of us. I was afraid this was going to push me into the abyss and bring on a full-blown depression. I tried to remember the fun I had with the other women, and with Sonya. That helped a little, but seeing my wife wrap her legs around another man and hold on tight as he railed her was doing more damage to my psyche than I expected. It was torture. But, there was nothing I could do.

She had another, very vocal orgasm, that left no doubt that she had cum. I squirted. He kept going, like a machine, until he creamed inside of my wife. This touched off another orgasm for her, complete with screaming, swearing, and finally a rapturous giggle of pure satisfaction. All those orgasms were extraneous for my purposes.

I was glad she was enjoying herself, but at the same time, I felt a great deal of self-pity that I would never be able to give her that kind of deeply gratifying sex. It didn't matter, I decided. Once I get my dick back, if she wants to leave me for a guy with a bigger dick, then I wasn't going to try to stop her. She deserved to get whatever she needed after putting up with me and my pathetic pecker for so many years. I squirted again as I watched him slowly pull out of her, and marveled at the gaping hole he left behind.

They were kissing. And not just a friendly kiss...they were all tongues, and passion, and grabbing at each other. I couldn't take it and went to the kitchen for some water. I was expecting them to come out soon after, hoping they would, but I soon heard them indulging in another round. He was talking dirty, she was oohing and aahing, and after about ten minutes, they were both cumming again from the sound of it.

I slugged down some Maalox and tried not to let my fantasies of kicking Aphrodite square in the cunt take over my thoughts. No good would come of that...if I ever even saw her again. I couldn't help but think of that day I saw her at the coffee shop, and let loose with another piddly squirt. It seemed that the curse made sure I never ran out!

It was another half an hour before Jamal finally came out of the bedroom. My wife was clinging to him, staring at him adoringly. He was fully dressed, she was still naked, her inner thighs wet with a mixture of their sex fluids--insult to injury.

"Can you come back tomorrow night?" she asked him, like some kind of smitten groupie.

"I got a show tomorrow, but I think I can get out of it." He looked at me. I covered my little dick, even though he already knew what I was packing...or not packing.

"Oh, please, Marc! I want this again. I need it...I really do!"

I hesitated, even though I knew what my answer was going to be. I didn't want to appear to be too much of a pushover, even though we all knew what I was. I nodded. "Sure. Come back tomorrow. My wife needs it."

Carol squealed and literally jumped with joy. She grabbed Jamal's crotch and pulled him down for a kiss. My plan was working, but I couldn't help but feel like I was screwing myself with this whole cuckold thing. I remembered that it was originally an idea planted by Aphrodite, and then I was sure I was getting screwed.

My wife escorted the stripper to the door and sent him off with another long, lingering kiss. As soon as he was gone, she dropped to her knees in the foyer and began masturbating herself. All I could do was stand there and gawk...and squirt.

"Thank you, Marc," she panted as she fingered herself with intensity. "That was the best present you ever got me. Look at all the cum!" She held up her fingers, which were coated with his spunk. She sucked them clean, then went back to finger-fucking herself. It was a callous display of depravity, but I couldn't look away.

I stood there dripping from the tip of my little dick until she got off, for maybe the eighth time that night. I wouldn't have ever imagined she was so insatiable. Had Jamal awakened something in her that I couldn't? Had he awakened something I couldn't tame? Was she going to be even less satisfied with me than before? I didn't want to think about it.

All that mattered was that she was having orgasms. Whether it was Jamal, Sonya, or (rarely) me, as long as she was cumming for a long enough consecutive stretch, that was all I cared about these days. I could worry about all the consequences later. If it ended up with the dissolution of my marriage, that would suck, but at least with a decent-sized cock I could find a way to move on. I'd hate to give up my wife, especially now that her sister was in the mix with us, but getting my dick back had to remain my priority.

As Carol stayed on her knees, lightly touching herself and catching her breath, I went and got a blanket and found my way to the couch. I didn't think my wife wanted me in her bed tonight. I'm sure she wanted to be alone with her memories of Jamal and his big cock. And I was right. She didn't invite me in or even make a half-hearted protest that I wasn't coming to bed. And, less than an hour later, there was no mistaking the sound of her vibrator and she made no effort to hide the fact that she was making herself cum...multiple times.

I had to get up and find a towel to sop up my spontaneous ejaculations. I tried to console myself that when I got up the next morning I should have another half an inch, so there was at least that. But, at the moment, it didn't feel like a fair trade. That ordeal should have earned me back the whole thing! That should have counted for at least three days of orgasms if not more!