Debt Free

I nodded with a snivel.

"Aren't you going to give me the same instructions?" asked Holly.

"Once you get a look at my pussy-tamer, you won't be able to say stop," Andre replied winking at me. Laughing he added, "But, if you say stop, I will and we'll call the whole deal off."

Put off by his cockiness, Holly frowned. Forcing a smile, she said, "Let's get started. Brett, come unzip my dress."

I staggered like a drunkard behind my wife. After she lifted the veil out of the way, I slid the zipper down. The white gown slid along her petite frame and puddled on the floor. Giving me a comforting half-grin, she held my arm and stepped out of the dress.

The strapless gown had not required a bra so she hadn't wore one. Cupping each of her small breasts, she pinched her nipples to hardness. She giggled at Andre's sudden intake of breath.

His eyes were carnivore-hungry as they traversed the creamy white flesh of her breasts. In a couple of strides, he crossed the room and took my wife into his arms. He covered her mouth in a demanding kiss, driving his tongue into her mouth like he wanted to drive his cock into her cunt.

She returned his kiss with vigor. As he showered hot kisses on her lips, neck and breasts, she surrendered to the pleasure with a sigh.

I sobbed. My heart ached. My wife had never seemed sexier to me than in this moment, in another man's arms. My heart ached. I sobbed again.

Looking at me with cool blue eyes, Holly silently urged me to buck-up. She reached for my hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze.

Andre's expression was one of delight. He was taking pleasure from my emotional suffering. Leering at me, he lowered his head and sucked one of my wife's nipples into his mouth.

Gasping, she dropped my hand and placed it behind Andre's head urging him to suckle. His large hand completely covered her other breast. He squeezed it before playfully pinching it. He quit sucking on her nipple and flicked his tongue against it until she moaned. Looking up from her breast, he winked at me and I winched.

From the way he was touching her, I could tell he was set on pleasuring her. My mind reeled, he really did think he could pleasure my wife away from me. Coupling his pleasing style with my complete humiliation, I thought he might even succeed.

Suddenly, Holly pushed Andre away from her breasts. She flopped down in an overstuffed chair and commanded, "Andre, get undressed. Brett, come here and get me ready to fuck."

Dazed, I obediently dropped to my knees in front of my seated wife. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her white lacey thong, I pulled it down her legs as she raised her hips. It clung provocatively to her wetness and I had to jerk it from her pussy.

"Give me," demanded Andre and I placed the damp thong in his outstretched hand. He had stripped and stood beside my wife's chair. He brought the lacey garment up to his face and inhaled her aroma. His big black cock danced across his fit abdomen in response to her heady scent. He ordered me, "Lick Holly's pussy, Brett. I want you to taste how wet she is for me."

"I need to be wet to take on that monster," Holly stated flatly, not taking her eyes off of Andre's massive man-meat. She handed me a tube of a fruit-flavored lubricant. She said, "You better get me lubed up good, Sweetie."

A wave of worthlessness washed over me, I whimpered. Resigned, I spread Holly's legs, revealing the sexual wonders of her pussy. My bride was a natural blonde and she usually kept a just little thatch of light pubic hair above her bald labia as a reminder of that fact. Her pussy lips pouted for attention and glistened with excitement.

"You have a very beautiful pussy, Holly," Andre voiced his approval with awe. Bringing my wife's thong up to his face, he deeply inhaled her aroma again. He looked adoringly down at her as his hard thick black cock dangled in her face. Haughtily, he demanded, "Suck it. My cock has been craving your hot pussy since the day I met you. When I stick it in you, I want it to last a long, long time."

Holly never took her eyes off mine as she grasped his cock. She wanted me to see exactly what she was doing. Her wedding ring made contact with his hard shaft and my breath caught in my throat. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed his bulbous cockhead. Then she swirled her tongue around it. She traced her tongue down his throbbing length, teasing the tender underside, he shivered intensely.

Reaching for Andre's walnut-sized balls, Holly gobbled them up. She sucked enthusiastically on them while stroking his shaft. Clutching the back of the chair, he fought off the urge to cum with a groan. Spitting out his balls, she slithered her tongue up the sensitive underside of his stiffness. When she reached the top of his cock, she clamped her mouth over its head and sucked earnestly. Unable to accommodate all his cock in her mouth, she continued stroking his remaining shank. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she sucked his cock, but they held no gleam of love.

Catching her sex scent, my imprisoned cock strained against its cage. Taking the cap from the lubricant, I squeezed a large dollop into my hand. Huffing air into my hand, I felt the lubricant grow warm. Liberally, I rubbed it over my wife's labia. I worked a finger into her soaked snatch. My wife moaned her pleasure around Andre's cock. I lowered my head between her legs.

It was mind-blowing and heart-rending at the same time. I was preparing my wife's pussy to receive another man's cock. My feelings were a boiling cauldron of conflicting emotions and frustrating sentiments.

Using my teeth, I nipped one of her pussy lips and gently tugged it from side to side. I exposed her clit. Forcefully, I pressed the flat of my tongue against it. My wife groaned and pushed my face deeper into her cunt. Pursing my lips, I sucked vigorously on her clit. Spitting our Andre's cock, she lifted her butt up off the chair. I fought to keep my mouth on her clit as she bucked her pussy into my face. Gently, I bit her clit, pushing her over the edge of orgasm.

She cried out, "Cumming!"

After she recovered, she looked down at me. Her expression confirmed our bond. Silently, she mouthed, "I love you."

Holly returned her attention to Andre's throbbing black cock. It was longer and thicker than mine so she wasn't able to deep-throat him. So she sucked hard on his cockhead while slowly pumping her hand up and down his shaft.

Placing his hand on her head, Andre lovingly caressed her blonde head. He smirked at me and softly repeated, "Good girl, good girl."

When it became apparent to her that Andre was about to cum, Holly increased her suction. Hollowing her cheeks, she stroked him faster. She locked her eyes with mine with the first spurt of his cum.

Andre hissed like a cobra as cum blasted from his cock, spewing into Holly's mouth. Squeezing his massive balls, she coaxed every drop from him.

Once he was done, Holly opened her mouth, showing Andre that he had filled her mouth with his jizz. She pulled me into a kiss and snowballed his cum into my mouth.

A wave of revulsion washed over me. Gagging, I spat and sputtered while Andre laughed at me. I hadn't expected Holly to help him degrade me. Feeling betrayed I glared at my wife.

"Your humiliation, his pleasure," she said with a pacifying tone. As if to punctuate the point, another huge dollop of cum dripped from the tip of Andre's cock.

He was so aroused that his massive member refused to soften. His cock was so swollen that every vein protruded. It throbbed with each beat of his heart right in Holly's face.

"I'm sorry, Brett," she said, darting a shamefaced glance at me. Biting her lip, she battled her trepidation. Deciding the issue, she looked up at Andre and said, "I'm so sexually turned on by you right now. Let's fuck."

Hearing my loving bride so eagerly give herself to another man was painful. I closed my eyes to hide the tears. I knew I loved Holly, but it wasn't until that moment of emotional agony that I knew just how deeply I did love her.

"I'm going to make you cum until you pass out," bragged Andre as my wife led him to the bed by his erection.

Holly got on the bed and rolled onto her back. Salaciously spreading her legs, she offered him her most precious treasure. Her pussy was dripping wet with anticipation. A tiny rivulet of excitement escaped her cunt and ran down her bare thigh just above her stocking top. As Andre joined her on the bed, she pleaded, "Put your big black cock inside me, Andre. Fuck me."

Time stopped. The moment of catastrophic dread had arrived. It was like watching a car wreck as he eased between my bride's legs. Holly greedily grabbed his cock, aiming it at her wanton wetness. Her swollen pussy lips were penetrated by his stout cockhead. She closed her eyes and focused on the enjoyable sensation.

I was mesmerized by the scandalous sight. It was so strange, watching my wife receive another man's cock. I realized this was the place where pain, pleasure and surrender all intersected. It's the place most men feared to tread.

As the first thick inch of Andre's cock sank into her body, Holly flinched and cried out at the intense pleasure. With a determined grimace, she undulated her hips upward and attempted to capture more his big black cock inside her.

He pushed more of his long shaft into Holly and she encouraged him, panting and pleading with him to give her every inch of his cock. Withdrawing just a bit of his cock from her cunt, he elicited a protest from my wife. He revealed her shiny wetness on his ebony cock to me and challenged, "Want me to stop, Brett?"

Holly's eyes held a desperate glint as I looked at her. She shook her head, silently pleading for the copulation to continue. Unsure if she wanted to persist for the money or for the pleasure, I closed my eyes to think.

My emotions were on a rollercoaster ride, rising and plunging with each passing thought. A humiliating tear ran down my cheek. I nodded my continued consent.

"Uh-uh, tell me you want me to fuck your wife," demanded Andre with a haughty smirk.

Helplessly, I wept, "Please... fuck ... Holly."

Jubilantly, he laughed at my humiliation. He enjoyed it so much he curled his toes to keep from climaxing. Once he regained control, he resumed sinking his thick cock back into my wife.

Silently, watching as this big black man slid his bare cock into my wife's willing cunt and listening to her coo with pleasure was the most humiliating experience of my life. Yet, my own traitorous cock strained against its steel enclosure, laboring to become erect. The emotional contradictions were overwhelming my mind.

Holly arched her back as Andre worked his cock into her tight snatch. Looking at me with a terrible confession in her eyes, she reached for my hand. Giving voice to her disorientation, she whimpered, "Brett...Baby...I'm sorry. His cock feels...feels...so good, so good. Forgive...please...forgive me."

Taking my wife's hand, I gave her a reassuring kiss. As our tongues intertwined, Andre pushed his remaining inches into my wife's cunt.

She broke the kiss and barked, "Fuuuuuck!"

"You're pussy is tight," growled Andre gratified. At last, he was balls deep in her pussy. He paused, allowing her to adjust to his gigantic girth.

"Pussy...full...so full," groaned Holly. She had taken every thick inch of him. Her cunt lips were stretched around his cock so tightly they were colored more white than pink. Gritting her teeth, she clutched my hand hard. Her entire body trembled as she hollered, "Aaaaaaaah, Fuuucckk!"

Andre snarled and bit his lip to keep from busting his nut as my wife's climaxing cunt constricted tightly around his cock.

"I... can't believe...all of it... inside me," huffed my wife. She had just experienced her first ever cock-penetration-only orgasm.

"Wait till you feel this," boasted Andre. Flexing his ass, he sent a tremor down the length of his manhood. He grinned at me as Holly gasped. Every single inch of his immense cock vibrated inside her. He repeated the maneuver several more times, driving her to the edge of orgasm and almost insane.

Distraught by the raw sexual spectacle before me, I let go of my wife's hand. I had become a helpless spectator.

Straining to orgasm again, Holly twisted and turned on Andre's cock. She cried out with intense pleasure as he sent another shudder down his length. Another climax tore through her body and she screamed in orgasmic relief.

Andre growled, fighting off orgasm as my wife's cunt violently convulsed around his cock like she was demon-possessed.

Peering up at me with remorse, Holly silently mouthed, "I'm sorry."

"I love you," I returned in like manner. I did love her, but it was so bizarre to watch my bride's decadent copulation with Andre.

Slowly, he withdrew his cock until just the head remained. He paused in that position while Holly's labia wrapped around his cockhead, trying to draw it back into her cunt. When she whimpered and lifted her hips, he would reward her with the full penetration of his behemoth. He made her frantic with want until she was a whimpering puddle of need. His eyes were lust filled. He wielded his cock like a weapon against me, conquering my wife with it.

I listened with dismay to her muffled cries of pleasure. My wife's moans and groans cut me like a knife. Each thrust of his cock was like a stab in my heart. With another gut-wrenching scream, she climaxed for him again.

Andre completely withdrew his cock from Holly's now gaping gash despite her grumbled protest. He ordered her to roll over. Submissively, she complied positioning herself on all-fours with her head down and ass up. It was like she wanted me to witness her surrender in order to alleviate the guilt she felt for enjoying his cock. He reinserted his thick inches into her quivering quim as she squealed with delight.

Sensing Holly could now accommodate his huge size, Andre gripped her hips and pounded his cock into her pussy with ruthless force. Repeatedly, he drove his black spear into my willing wife's body as she babbled her elation. He changed rhythm, pausing unpredictably. Only to slowly glide his cock back into her like a deep probe. The he slapped her ass and used just his cockhead, stabbing it in and out of her pussy rapidly.

Holly looked back at me. She bit her lip as her body's pleasure wrestled with her guilt-ridden emotions. Her blue eyes pleaded. She croaked, "Please, Sweetie, please."

"It's okay for you to fuck him," I whispered, releasing her.

Emotionally emancipated, my wife held nothing back. She looked animalistic on all-fours. Grunting and groaning, she gleefully greeted each thrust of his massive manhood. She climaxed yet again on Andre's cock, much to his delight. Her body shook. She wailed, "Uh, cumming, um, cumming."

Unable to control his animalistic urges, Andre fucked Holly like a rutting stag. Ruthlessly, he thrust into her simply because I was standing there powerless. He pummeled her pussy with his massive meat, driving her face first into the bed. Viciously pulling her up by her hair, he repositioned her back on all fours, she screeched a protest. His monster cock completely disappeared into her pussy. Tears ran down her face as he bottomed out against her cervix. His eyes rolled over as his orgasm overtook him. As he pumped powerful jets of cum into my wife, she stayed perfectly still. He roared like a conquering lion, "Raaaaaahhh!"

I couldn't rip my eyes away as Andre emptied himself into my bride. My ears rang with his blissful bellows. Just as I thought he had finished, his balls would tighten again and he would send another stream of cum deep into my wife's pussy.

Finally with his balls emptied Andre softened and his black python slipped out Holly's pussy. She collapsed into a heap on the bed. Het cunt lips gaped open and semen trickled out of her well-fucked gash.

Andre flopped down on the bed next to Holly. He asked, "Have I changed your mind?"

My breath caught in my throat and I felt faint. I questioned the wisdom of emotionally releasing her. Would she return to me? Had Andre pleasured her away from me?

"No, my feelings have not changed." she replied sitting up. "What we just experienced was physical pleasure, but it wasn't love. I won't settle for anything less than love."

Defeated, he rose from the bed and got dressed. Buttoning his shirt, he sadly said, "Deep down, I always knew we would end up here. It doesn't make it easy for me. I care about you, Holly."

"I love Brett," Holly said with guilty eyes. She added, "I love my husband even more now than before you fucked me, Andre. The silent pain on his face expresses the deep love he has for me. You could never endure what he just endured and he did it for me."

"You're right of course, Holly. I could never watch you fuck another man. I usually get what I want and I don't like to share. But, I can be a gracious loser too." Andre said. He signed the check on the desk. Looking forlorn, he concluded, "I want you to have a happy life."

"Thank you," she replied coldly. She felt nothing for Andre.

Reaching for the doorknob, Andre paused and looked at me. A tear trickled down his cheek. He said to me, "It's a terrible thing having someone for just one night then knowing you'll never have them again. Brett, I envy you. Your wife really does love you."

"Quit it, Andre," snapped Holly. Her eyes were blue ice. She seethed, "You made me your whore and cuckolded my husband in the process. You don't get to be noble now, so just leave."

Silently, he nodded and walked out of our lives. The door closed and we were alone. The silence was deafening. We looked at each other, searching for the other's feelings. Finally, Holly admitted, "We're debt free now, but I feel very ashamed about what just happened. Are you okay?"

"I could really go for one of your kisses right now," I replied joining her on the bed.

She tenderly and softly kissed me, sending a comforting tingle to my core. Breaking the kiss, Holly caressed my cheek and said, "You've been hurt so bad, yet you still love me. I admire your heart and love you all more for it."

"Everyone says love hurts, but that's not true. Losing someone hurts, even Andre figured that out. Love is the only thing that takes away the pain," I said, voicing my overwrought emotions.

"You've suffered enough. I think it's time to consummate our marriage," Holly said, removing her necklace. She unlocked the cage holding my cock captive and removed it.

A wave of passion wash over me. My cock hardened as blood rushed to it. It was almost painful. I whimpered.

Holly opened the nightstand drawer and said, "I'm going to take you into my depths were no one else has ever been."

Confused I looked in the drawer and found more goodies from her bachelorette party. Inside the drawer were a hypodermic-style lube applicator and a container of thick anal lubricant. I glanced at my wife, who pursed her lips and blew me a kiss. Smiling, I pulled the plunger from the applicator and poured the lubricant into the barrel. I replaced the plunger. And after considering its destination, I spread lube on the outside of the applicator.

Holly rolled over, drawing her knees up under herself. She pushed her butt up in the air and presented her posterior to me. Spent cum dripped from her distended pussy lips. Her pretty pink pucker winked an invitation.

Placing the applicator between her butt-cheeks, I penetrated her anus with it. I pressed down on the plunger, pushing the thick lube into her ass. It was infused with a mint extract to help relax the sphincter. Removing the applicator, I wiggled two fingers carefully into her butthole. Twisting them in clockwise and counter-clockwise motions, I stimulated her anus, relaxing it. I spread my fingers open like scissors, stretching her rectum. Satisfied that her ass was ready for penetration, I tapped her well anointed anus with the blunt helmet of my cock.