A Naughty Cuckolding

Brent then kissed the top of her foot, looking up at her, "Let me get you some wine."

Ten minutes later Amanda's legs were spread wide on the living room couch, and her husband's face buried in between them. Amanda was rummaging her fingers through Brent's hair as he kissed her pussy, flicking his tongue up and down her clit.

"Mmm." Amanda whined, "Just like that baby."

Brent loved going down on his wife, as Amanda's pussy was picture perfect femininity. It was plump, welcoming, and delicious, with a small patch of trimmed pubic hair that tickled his nose on occasion. As Brent kissed up and down her sex, he looked up at his wife. She was sipping on the glass of wine that he offered, completely relaxed and enjoying the moment. Her hips were gently swaying back and forward on the couch cushion, as she moved in rhythm to his tongue.

Amanda looked down at her husband as he pleasured her. She couldn't help but notice how attentive Brent had been since he arrived home, and she wondered if Darius might have had an influence on that. She rested her legs on his back, noticing the mild bruise on her left ankle. Suddenly the image of those strong black hands flashed through her mind, and her pussy grew even wetter. She took another sip of wine, closing her eyes, and clutching into Brent's hair. Her hips began to softly buck, and the orgasm swept over her.

"Yes! Yes!" Amanda hissed, cumming, but the guilt crept up as soon as the mild orgasm subsided.

Brent smiled as his wife's release soaked his chin. A few minutes later he was pumping away into Amanda, his five inches very rigid and near explosion. He glanced down at her gorgeous tits as they bounced sexily on her chest. That intoxicating sight caused him to unload, cumming quickly.

"Yes!" Brent squealed, which yielded a smile from Amanda. She always thought it was funny the way he coupled his orgasms with a high pitched moan. When he was done, Amanda quickly stood, giving her husband a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks baby. That was nice."

"Anytime darling." Brent replied, exhausted. He too, was suffering from his own post orgasm guilt. He had allowed his thoughts to wander to that place again. That inexplicable place that had Amanda on her back, receiving pleasure from a man more endowed than himself.

A couple weeks passed and Brent and Amanda found themselves now comfortably within a new routine. Brent continued to push forward in establishing the mobile business, constantly looking for new hardware and affordable office space locations. Amanda started researching the possibility of opening a small interior design firm, more as a passion than as a relied upon source of income.

One evening Amanda decided to cook a roast and saute some vegetables for dinner, also bringing home a six pack of beer for Brent. He was in the living room watching a technology piece whilst also typing away on his Macbook, as was the evening ritual. When Amanda was getting ready to add the cream to the pan, she realized she had forgotten to get more earlier in the day.

"Damn it." She cursed.

"You alright?" Brent asked from the other room.

Amanda sighed, "Yes. I just forgot to get more cream today at the store."

"Maybe Darius has some." Brent offered quickly, distracted by his screen.

Amanda perked up, realizing she might be able to avoid another trip.

She walked across the hall and gave his front door a healthy knock. Amanda caught herself fixing her apron and hair quickly before he opened it. 'You're such an idiot. Why do you even care?' She thought. She was quickly reminded when the door swung open.

Darius had one hand on his waist, holding up a bath towel that was draped around his lower body. His torso was exposed, and Amanda was immediately struck by how impressive it was. He had gorgeous musculature, defined and large, but also proportionate with his height. He had a clearly distinguishable six-pack, which she recognized as an atypical thing for a man in his mid thirties.

"Hey there." Darius smiled, thrilled that Amanda had stopped by. His ego immediately began to swell as he noticed her eyes roaming his body.

Amanda tried her best to appear unphased by his current state of undress, but her eyes continued to move across his dark figure.

She smiled, blushing, "Hi. I guess I came at a bad time."

"Never a bad time for you to come around." Darius flirted. Amanda instinctively reached for her hair, smiling and twirling it in response as she continue to smile. "I was actually hoping you might have some cream. I'm in the middle of cooking something and realized I forgot to get more at the store today."

"Sure. One sec." He turned, and strode to the kitchen. Amanda took the opportunity to admire his large back, also rippling with definition. A moment passed, and he returned with an unopened carton of half and half. "Will this work?"

Amanda nodded, relieved, "Thanks a lot. This is perfect!"

"Anytime Sugar." Darius replied. When he closed the door he couldn't help but regret not inviting her in. Amanda had become more and more flirtatious in recent weeks, and lately the prospect of taking her to bed seemed realistic to Darius. It was nothing personal against Brent, but from the day Darius met Amanda he knew they had a strong sexual chemistry. Ever since he was a teenager he had an incredible lust for married women, and married women rarely came as desirable as Amanda.

Just as he was about to close the door to the bathroom and hop in the shower, another knock arrived at his front door. He deftly moved to the peephole, and was thrilled to confirm that it was Amanda again. Darius thought hard for a moment, and brazenly decided that he was going to take things up a level. He opened the towel at his waist, tossing it behind the door swing. His heavy cock now hung there, suspended over eight inches long at complete flaccidity. He unlatched the lock, and swung the front door open.

Initially unaware at what was greeting her upon return, Amanda smiled as the door reopened. She looked up at his eyes, but then her gaze instinctively moved down his torso and towards his waist. She gasped when she saw it for the first time. Darius's exposed cock was the most masculine thing Amanda had ever seen. His penis was fat and long, hanging dark and manly as a feast for her eyes. It was unbelievable in its thickness, its length, its presence, and Amanda couldn't help but draw a comparison to what she was familiar with. It was nearly twice as long as her husband's member, and Darius wasn't even aroused. It was perhaps three times as wide as Brent's as well. Suddenly, startlingly, there was a powerful desire emanating from deep within Amanda's loins.

She couldn't find words, she didn't even know what words to look for. Her face immediately went flush, and she stuttered, "D-Did you lose your towel?" She was as nervous as she'd ever been, but also dangerously aroused.

"I'm sorry, but I can be a bit of an exhibitionist sometimes, especially when there's a beautiful woman around. I usually walk around my place in the nude." Darius replied, with complete confidence.

Amanda didn't know how to respond to that, she simply continued to stare at his incredible appendage. Her panties were beginning to dampen and the butterflies that so often made an appearance in her belly were now flying in a hurricane.

Darius loved the way she looked at him, and it started to show in the form of his own arousal. Slowly his manhood grew, rising upward and hardening before Amanda's very eyes. Her mouth dropped agape as she watched it take full form. Before long his cock was over ten inches long, incredibly fat, and jutting outward at Amanda in complete pride.

Darius spoke, his voice deep and piercing, "What do you think, Amanda? See what you do to me?"

Amanda couldn't find the words, "It's- I, - I've never." She took a breath, continuing, "It's the biggest thing I've ever seen." Her face flush crimson as soon as the compliment left her tongue.

Darius smiled, "Bigger than your husband's, I take it?"

'Brent!' Amanda's mind was screaming at her to flee. Finally she found her voice, stuttering, "I- I... I, gotta go!" Amanda's face was beet red, and she left, not even thinking to hand the carton of half and half back to Darius.

He chuckled, and watched her beautiful ass sway as she scurried back into her apartment.

Amanda sprinted past the living room and back into the kitchen, breathing heavily, mind scrambled. She cracked an egg into the pan on the stove top, adding salt and stirring the sauce together. She was having a hard time understanding what just happened, and was doing anything to distract herself from the memory of it. She actually continued that way for the remainder of the evening, staying active as a busy body, and even cleaning up parts of the apartment she would have never thought to tidy.

"Are you alright? You seem distracted." Brent finally asked, taking one of his rare breaks from the computer.

"Fine", Amanda blurted, dusting under the kitchen table.

Her husband shrugged, and grabbed another beer from the refrigerator.

Later that evening, the two of them were laying together in bed. Brent was nose deep in something on his phone, and Amanda was staring blankly at the ceiling, restless. She realized she couldn't contain herself any longer.

"I saw Darius naked."

The words echoed across the bedroom. Amanda hated lying to her husband, and she worried that keeping what happened earlier a secret would fester into problems later on.

Brent wasn't sure he had heard her correctly.

"Excuse me?" Was all he could offer, calmly. He glanced towards his wife, unsure.

Amanda looked back at him, confirming, "When he opened the door today, he was completely naked. I- I- Uh. I saw him."

A potent cocktail of emotions immediately bubbled up and exploded within Brent. Jealousy, anger, fear - but an inexplicable excitement seemed to dominate them all.

'What the fuck?' He thought.

"What the fuck?" He said, leaning up and putting his phone down on the nightstand beside him.

Amanda covered her face with her hands, mortified. "I don't know babe. I obviously didn't ask him too."

"I didn't say you did Amanda, but still - What the fuck? What did- What was said?"

She sat up along with her husband, stress levels but also excitement rising. "Nothing really. He just handed me the carton of cream." Amanda blushed crimson.

Brent's blood pressure was on the rise. His line of questioning understandably, predictably, moving towards one thing in particular.

"You saw his dick?" He asked, voice almost cracking as he did. He nearly screamed it, his tone sounding furious, but it was sparked from a place of disbelief, not anger.

"Well yeah. It was hard to miss!" Amanda instinctively reacted, frustration in her voice. She understood that Brent would be upset, but at the same time she felt like she didn't deserve to deal with an attitude. It wasn't her fault.

A knot developed deep within Brent's gut. He could tell by the reply that Darius was large. He was beginning to feel as if the universe was laughing at him, cursing him for his perversions, putting his deviant fantasy right into the forefront of possibility. His wife had seen another man in the nude today, a man with seemingly a large penis. Why on earth was that fact exciting him, and not driving him into a jealous rage?

Amanda could sense an internal struggle that her husband was dealing with, his eyes were rife with emotion.

"Don't be mad baby, please." She implored sweetly, hoping to assuage his anguish.

"Did he try to touch you?" Brent then asked, suddenly desperate for more information.

"Of course not!" Amanda replied, blushing again, "I think he just wanted to- To show off."

His wife was once again using context to imply something impressive about the mans appendage. It continued to build an inexplicable arousal in Brent. He wanted more. "He really didn't say anything? Impossible."

Amanda covered her face again, hating that she was wired to always be honest. "He. Uh- He- asked- " Her words were muffled beneath her hands.

"Tell me." Brent persisted.

His wife, still blushing, replied, "He asked me if he was bigger than you." She said it as if it caused her pain, as if the she was ripping off a band-aid.

Brent's mind was sent reeling, his blood pressure rising along with his arousal and disbelief. 'How could this possibly have happened? How could Darius have the nerve to ask such a loaded question? The only reason he would ask such a thing is if he had a legitimate interest in sleeping with Amanda.

"What did you say?" He replied, words almost turning whisper as the dangerous question escaped his lips.

Amanda nearly screamed, "Nothing! I ran back inside!"

Brent was beside himself, unable to believe the conversation he found himself in. Absurdly, he felt his dick beginning to stir.

"Well? Was he bigger than me?" He asked, somehow confidently, but already knowing the answer.

Amanda was taken aback by the question, legitimately shocked by her husband's insane words, "Brent!"

"Tell me Amanda. I'm a big boy. I can take it." Brent continued, false bravado suddenly exploding from within him. He was being steered by his unmentionable fantasy.

That's when Amanda noticed it, her husband's small tent pitching near his groin. This conversation was exciting him!

The sight of her husband's erection made Amanda realize how excited she was as well. She could feel her panties dampening at an alarming rate. Her face was still flush with embarrassment, but arousal slowly began to creep into the bedroom.

She then smiled at him, suddenly feeling strangely emboldened. "Are you sure?"

Brent's arousal continued to skyrocket, and he too was becoming inflamed with excitement. A deliriousness seemed to permeate the room, eroticism now controlling both husband and wife.

"Yes." He croaked.

Her reply was near a whisper, and it caused waves of both jealousy and intense arousal to crash into Brent. "He's bigger."

"Jesus." Brent groaned, turning into a man possessed. He couldn't believe it, but he desperately wanted to hear more taboo words from his wife, "How much bigger?"

"This is exciting you." Amanda spoke, now looking up into her husband's' eyes. It wasn't a question. Her nipples began to stiffen at the naughtiness of it all.

"Yes." Brent answered, honestly. He felt embarrassment, but it was drowned out completely by excitement. He asked again, "How much bigger Amanda?"

"Okay." Amanda replied, smiling. She slowly sat up, leaning towards her husband. "Well. I didn't get a long look, but- " She continued, leaning down into him, kissing him. She then reached towards his erection, "He was probably twice as big as this." Amanda grabbed his dick from above the bed sheets, and slowly began massaging his shaft with her hand.

"Jesus." Brent groaned again, betraying his facade, succumbing to his withheld arousal.

She laid down next to him then, and got a good grip on his dick, her face now nestled into Brent's neck. They were quiet for a moment, both reveling in the insane level of eroticism that neither of them could quite understand. She kissed him more, lovingly, and was somehow inspired to tease him further. She grasped up and down his length, seemingly investigative, pumping faster, "Yeah. I would say he's maybe even three times as big as this little guy."

She couldn't believe she had said it, and she certainly couldn't believe she felt the warm wetness of her husband's ejaculate soaking her hand through the bed sheets. Brent was shuddering, muffling his squeals of pleasure as both body and mind betrayed him.

She wasn't sure why the admission turned her husband on in such a perverted way. She wasn't sure how Brent could have possibly cum over the realization that Darius had impressive endowment. Amanda didn't care, however. She had never been so excited in all their years together. It was like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders, truth flying free. They both always knew that Brent was no stud in the bedroom, no sexual dynamo. Now that they had seemingly addressed that fact, using Darius's manhood as a stark comparison, Amanda felt open to be more assertive with her husband. She rolled onto her back, peeling her panties off of her legs, glistening wetness already covering her womanhood.

"I need your tongue." Amanda spoke, smiling wickedly at her husband.

Brent, still delirious, found a smile from within his perverted haze. He was admittedly embarrassed by the dirty talk that he and his wife had just engaged in - but he also knew it had been deeply arousing for both of them. He fumbled over to her, and fell face first onto his wife's beautiful pussy. He began pleasuring her with expertise.

Amanda couldn't believe how hot this was. Before she had admitted to what happened earlier in the afternoon, she was certain tonight would end in a yelling match. Instead, she was basking in the pleasure of her husband's tongue, gently stroking his hair as he employed his skills down below.

She looked down at him smiling, "So does this mean you aren't going to yell at Darius for flashing me?" Her face was flush, and arched her head back in delight. They were never this teasing with each other, and Amanda found herself absolutely loving the naughty honesty.

Brent pulled up, kissing some wetness onto her inner thigh, speaking, "I'll give him a pass. Just this once." He immediately dove back into her sex, consumed by a desire to please her.

"That's really nice of you." Amanda smiled, picturing Darius's incredible package as the orgasm swept across her body. This time, she didn't feel quite as guilty for thinking of him.

Nothing more was immediately said about the naughtiness of that evening, not until a week later when Darius ran into Amanda in the hall.

Darius realized his bout of exhibitionism may have rubbed Amanda the wrong way, and he felt it wise to make amends for it. He smiled in embarrassment when he finally saw her taking the trash out. "Hey. I think I need to apolog-"

Amanda cut him off. "Don't worry about it." she replied, her too in blushing embarrassment. She realized she was nervous to be talking about the encounter, despite having used it as imaginative sexual fuel. "I took it as a compliment."

Darius was immediately relieved, and somewhat excited by her response. "I'm glad." Darius smiled, realizing how much he loved an open dialogue about his manhood with this married woman. He continued, "It's just." He paused, wanting to drive home his sincerity. "You're beautiful Amanda, and I found it hard to control myself. I'm sorry."

"Thank you." Amanda blushed, stomach tingling. "That's very nice of you." She realized how absurd her response was, accepting his compliment as a married woman. Still, her willing reception to his confidence was directly linked to their dangerous chemistry. Amanda was certain that if Darius hadn't been so attractive, she would have found his nudity offensive, along with his flirtatious words. Unfortunately for her, he was very attractive.

For some inexplicable reason, her natural honesty sparked further admission. "Just so you know, I'm always open with my husband, and I told him about your little compliment." She paused, continuing with a smile. "Well, 'little' probably isn't right word."

Darius's smile turned into a face of concern, "Oh boy. I bet he's not too happy with me. Honestly- "

Amanda cut him off again. "He's fine. Don't worry." Amanda replied nonchalantly, placing her trash into the chute.

"What do you mean, he's fine?" Darius replied, more than a little curious.

Amanda's embarrassment persisted, as she realized she probably should have left that detail out. She stuttered out another embarrassed reply, "He- He was okay with it."