Brad's Adventures

Pretty soon Jennifer, my sweet wife, started to lick this hunk's balls.

"Jon, go bring me some oil or lotion or something while your wife licks my balls, I wanna be all slick and stuff while I fuck her tight cunt," Brad told me.

I didn't need to be told twice. I was so turned on by his dominant, cocky, careless attitude, I would have done anything he asked. I ended up getting my wish—feeling this hot jock's every muscle in his well-defined torso while I oiled him up, my wife pleasuring his cock and his balls the whole time. As I moved down the small of his back, I started to hear my wife gagging on his huge ramrod again. I oiled Brad's tight, defined ass, without a bit of fat on it, and suddenly asked outright,

"Sir...may I lick your ass, Sir?"

Brad snickered when he heard my question, while my wife squealed again.

"Sure wimp, I guess that's only the right thing to do...go ahead you dumb pussy, lick my ass..."

I started to lick Brad's ass while my wife impaled herself more and more forcefully on his cock, gagging and choking louder and louder.

Finally Brad had had enough. He turned to me and spoke,

"Listen, wimp. I'm about to do you and your wife a favor, even if you don't know it. But you pissed me off earlier when you hit me like a little shit...so if you want me to go on, go ahead...beg me...you know what to do, dipshit..."

Immediately, I started talking,

"Please SIR, don't stop now SIR...thank you for not kicking me around earlier more than was necessary...thank you for letting me lick your superior jock ass, SIR...I almost came when you pissed in my mouth Brad, you are SO much tougher than me, I live to worship your cock SIR, please fuck my wife and let me watch, I beg you SIR, take my wife!"

He ripped my wife's panties off, threw them to the side, and with the athletic moves of a large cat, he threw my wife further down the bed. He positioned himself between her legs, holding his weight on his muscular arms to her sides. Slowly, I watched this younger superior stud work his huge cock in my wife's tight pussy as her tan legs spread out impossibly and she screeched. At first I thought she was in pain, but then I heard her say, or scream,

"Oh my GOOOOD! FUCK! FEELS SO FUCKING GREAT!"

I watched as he took over my wife's pussy with his giant cock, the same way he had earlier taken her mouth.

"Fuck me! Fuck me you fucking stud!"

Brad wasted no time. He started with slow, long methodical strokes, driving Jen to the brink and back. I watched his back muscled contract and expand each time he dove in, and I almost came right there, without touching myself. Then he started really ramming into her, faster, but still with long strokes, so that the whole bed shook and slammed loudly against the wall. This stud had charmed my wife right in front of me, beaten me to a pulp in front of her, pissed in my mouth, and was now claiming his prize, my wife's hot pussy. I looked entranced as his thick cock spread Jen's tight cunt more than ever, and I moved closer...the sound of flesh slapping on flesh, the smell of sweat, was everywhere.

A few seconds later, Brad wrestled my wife on her hands and knees and proceeded to fuck her brains out doggystyle. I watched my wife's beautiful model face contorted in pleasure and pain, her green eyes wild with lust, her firm breasts swaying to and fro below with the force of Brad's powerful athletic thrusts. I looked up to Brad now, his chest, that I had oiled earlier, gleaming in the bedroom, his muscles at work fucking hot twat, the determination of fucking on his face. I started making out with my wife furiously while she was getting fucked, and she bit my lower lip.

"You like that huh?" she asked. "You like seeing your wife get rammed by a real man right in front of you, you little pussyboy? Oh GOD this feels SO good, such a hot stud..."

My wife's words were driving me crazy, and I jacked off. I knew I would cum soon. But Brad had other plans. He twisted and played with my wife's willing body again like she was a rag doll until he was sitting on the bed and she was squatting right above his giant spear-cock. The thing is, he was not aiming it at her pussy! Brad slowly lowered my wife's ass on his cock...Jen emitted first a loud shriek when he busted her cherry ass, then a guttural animal growl while Brad lowered her on his cock.

The scene that followed was some of the most primal sex I'd ever seen...certainly I had never done anything like this with Jen or any other girl. Brad, however, seemed experienced. He fucked her ass on our bed, ramming her body up and down. Jennifer's hot body looked amazing as she helped Brad raise and lower her on his cock, her beautiful ass impaled shockingly on his monster weapon. The bed slammed and shook and screeched with their violent rutting, the sounds of assfucking and wifefucking filling the air. Their sounds had degenerated into a mix of incomprehensible groans and screams—all coming from Jen—and phrases like "fuck my tight ass," "jock stud," and other sextalk...Brad just kept repeating "fucking hot hole" from time to time. After he came in her ass, Brad grabbed me by the back of the head and forced me lick it clean...I came without touching myself.

They spent the whole night fucking away. In the jacuzzi Brad lay back as Jen first sucked him off then straddled him, put her hands on his chiseled chest, and fucked herself on his cock. Brad told me to lick her ass while she did this, and I, of course, obeyed. I ended up serving them hand and foot (literally) for the rest of the vacation, with Brad pissing in my mouth two more times just for fun. Needless to say, I was allowed nowhere near Jen's pussy. The morning after their wild first fucking I was inaugurated in my role as fluffer, sucking Brad off until he was hard, then inviting him to fuck my wife. This continued throughout the vacation.

After we returned home, our sex life continued as if almost nothing had happened. This surprised me at first. Jen appreciated how much more caring and attentive to her needs I had been since our encounter with Brad, though. A month later, Jen announced she was pregnant. I knew it was Brad's, and I knew I would dutifully raise his child like a servant...it was only natural. Men like Brad have evolved to have as many different children with as many women as possible. If he wants a woman, she has no chance of resisting. As a superior athlete Brad had every right to impregante my wife; my wife, in turn, was willing to have a child of my own down the line so long as I provided her with the means to carry a superior jock's better genes for the first round.