Kinky Marriage

"Mmmmmm," Maxine moaned, her hand going to her pussy as she began sucking Uncle Joe's cock.

"Yes," Joe said, "Your mouth feels so good."

Maxine backed away and asked, "Would it be okay if I gave you a little more than just a quick suck?"

"You may suck me for as long as you want," Joe permitted graciously. (Yeah, what a gentleman!)

"I just can't get enough of this big cock," Maxine said before she resumed sucking, wanting to see if she could take all eight inches in. She could easily deep throat all five inches of Charlie's dick, but eight was a lot more cock; 60% more, to be precise.

"Oh yeah Maxine, work my cock over," Joe said, having learned from experience that saying the woman's name frequently always enhanced the moment of intimacy for them both.

Maxine bobbed, taking more and more of his big cock into her mouth each time.

"Oh yeah, that feels so good, Maxine," Joe moaned, lots of encouragement being another key factor.

Maxine loved that Joe loved what she was doing. Having only ever sucked Charlie, she was pretty sure she was good at it, but she'd only had one reviewer... this second positive opinion enhanced her pride.

"God, it's been so long. I'm not going to last very long," Uncle Joe warned, as he felt his balls boiling.

Dying to get him off, to feel his warm load explode in her mouth, she bobbed faster, still having two inches yet to devour.

"Oh yeah Maxine, don't stop, don't stop... now get ready for my load," Uncle Joe said as he held onto the edge of the tub for balance.

Maxine continued happily bobbing, always loving the feel of warm cum erupting in her mouth or spattering all over her face.

A few more bobs, and she received the load while Uncle Joe grunted, "Yes, my sexy slut, take it all."

Maxine had never been called a slut, but the name calling at this exact moment enhanced her pleasure, as she furiously rubbed herself while swallowing down the creamy cum... she'd always been good at multitasking.

"Swallow it all, my cum-hungry slut," Joe groaned, not even realizing he'd called Maxine a slut twice, as he basked in the euphoria of his first blow job in years.

Maxine swallowed every drop eagerly, and she did indeed feel like a slut, since she simply couldn't resist this cock, no matter how hard she tried... and she inwardly acknowledged she hadn't tried all that hard to resist. As Uncle Joe's cock finished unloading in her mouth, she resumed frantically rubbing herself, her orgasm so close.

Joe enjoyed Maxine milking every drop from his dick, and he knew she was masturbating because he could feel her body moving. "Are you going to come?" he asked.

"God, yes," Maxine moaned, as she allowed the big dick to slip out of her mouth.

"Come for me, Maxine, show me how much you get off on my dick," Joe ordered.

"Oh yes Joe, I love your dick so much," Maxine moaned as she rubbed her pussy while staring at his cock, still hard, for extra inspiration.

"Imagine me fucking that pretty pink pussy," Joe said, pushing her to the brink.

"Don't you mean hammering it?" Maxine quipped, recalling Joe saying his dick was named Hammer.

"Yes, Maxine, I'd Hammer that pussy of yours until you came so hard," Joe said, wishing he could see her face as she hung on his words, and also see her face as she was about to come. He'd always loved the vulnerable look of a woman when she was on the brink of an orgasm.

"Oh fuck, Uncle Joe, I need a good hammering so bad," Maxine said, before she collapsed on the floor while her orgasm ripped through her, soaking her panties and pantyhose.

"Good girl," Joe said as she listened to her cumming.

"Thank you," Maxine said weakly, as her orgasm usurped all the energy from her body. Usually her masturbatory orgasms were weaker than the ones from having sex, but this one, and the previous one with Uncle Joe, had both shaken her to the core.

"Anytime you're hungry," Joe offered.

"I may have to move in, then," Maxine joked, as she lay on the bathroom floor still trembling in the afterglow of her intense orgasm, and still able to taste the lingering aftertaste of his.

"Feel free," Joe chuckled. He then worried, "Did I call you a slut just now?"

"Twice."

"I'm so sorry," he apologized sincerely. "When I get in the heat of the moment, I can get pretty verbal."

"No worries, I thought it was pretty hot," Maxine admitted, "although it did surprise me."

"I'm just full of surprises," Joe joked.

"Oh, yes you are," Maxine agreed.

That night, Maxine partly reminiscing over Joe's amazing dick, and partly feeling guilty for cheating on her husband, since giving their neighbour a friendly hand job was rather harmless, but sucking his dick and swallowing his load, before getting herself off right in front of him, was undoubtably crossing a line or two, sucked Charlie until he shot his load down her throat while he watched sports... something she hadn't done since before their attempts to get pregnant when his every load had gone into her pussy.

Charlie couldn't help but wonder if his wife's sudden sexual hunger was because of their Uncle Joe's cock, and he also wondered if she had any clue he'd jerked him off, but deep down he decided it didn't really matter, since their sex life had been wonderfully rekindled. And although he'd jerked off a more than sixty-five-year-old man, that didn't make him gay or anything. At least that was what he kept telling himself... while ignoring that he'd spent hours online reading stories about guys who considered themselves straight. While all of them sucked dick or got ass fucked... neither of which remotely interested Charlie... he just found Uncle Joe's cock intriguing.

During the next couple of days, Maxine habitually sucked Uncle Joe's cock, swallowed his load, got herself off, and then came home and didn't confess anything, but fucked Charlie's brains out.

Charlie was worried about Monday, when he'd be seeing Joe's cock again. The good news was he definitely wasn't gay, since he loved Maxine's body and the taste of her pussy, although even more so when it was a creampie, and he loved fucking her.

Maxine was more than a little devastated about having to leave for a few days. Uncle Joe's big cock, his creamy loads, his dirty talk that got nastier each time she sucked his cock, swallowing down his creamy big loads, then getting fucked by Charlie and having him eat her creampie, which he now seemed to crave almost as much as she craved Uncle Joe, had been the most sexually pleasurable period in her life.

Charlie was devasted too. He'd loved the last few days of marathon sex. He'd enjoyed the creampies, but he was extremely worried about bathing Uncle Joe again.

Monday night, Maxine was arriving at her hotel just as Charlie was again bathing Joe. Again, Joe was hard. Again, Joe requested a hand job. Again, Charlie obliged. Again, Charlie got hard too.

Tuesday night Joe asked, as Charlie was again stroking him, "Are you hard, Charlie?"

"What?" Charlie asked, even though he'd heard and understood the question perfectly clearly.

"Is your dick hard?" Joe asked. "In my experience, most men who jerk me off, or who suck me, get rock hard."

"Oh... um... I..." Charlie babbled, not wanting to admit he was turned on by this naked man.

"It's okay Charlie, it's perfectly natural to get excited by another man's cock, especially when it's big and it's hard."

"It is?" Charlie asked, humiliated to be hard, and desperate for a way to justify his condition.

"Yeah, man," Joe nodded. "A dick is actually a very majestic thing."

"Yours certainly is," Charlie said while staring at it, and then realizing what he'd said, stammered, "I mean it's impressive."

"Yeah, I was very blessed," Joe said, then asked, even though he knew the answer, "Are you similarly blessed?"

"Not really," Charlie admitted.

"It's okay," Joe said. "Size matters, but so does intimacy."

"I guess," Charlie said.

"So fess up, are you hard?"

"Yeah," he admitted.

"Don't be ashamed," Joe said. "Military men, politicians, athletes, married men, almost all of them generally straight, have all gotten hard while sucking my dick."

"How did you even find that out?" Charlie asked, having read quite a bit online in the last few days about straight men who discover they love sucking dick, although usually they were men in their forties, and Charlie was more than a decade from reaching that milestone of middle age.

"In the military, most of the women and a few guys end up being the cock suckers and bottom bitches for the troops," Joe explained, setting Charlie up to become comfortable with the idea of becoming his next cock sucker, and inevitably his bottom bitch, too. "And once any man sees my dick, he becomes curious. It's just human nature."

"It is?" Charlie asked, even after a lot of reading, including erotica gay stories, and even watching some gay porn, which he hated to admit turned him on... not the men... he didn't find men arousing at all... but their cocks were exciting... and Joe's had awakened a side of him he hadn't known existed... he was now a man obsessed with big dicks.

"Are you curious?" Joe asked.

"I don't know," Charlie lied... he was definitely curious.

"Well, in Vietnam we'd often fuck ladyboys, guys who looked feminine, or occasionally who were a mixture of both genders," he continued.

"Shemales?" Charlie asked, having watched a lot of them lately, considering a woman with a cock the best of both worlds. He could admire, drool over, and fantasize about stroking that cock, even sucking that cock, something that had just begun to intrigue him much to his confusion, and yet he'd still be with a sexy woman... it was a lot less gay.

"Yeah, there are lots of them in Asia, they're particularly noticeable in Bangkok, and they can really take an anal reaming," Joe described, recalling fucking three in a row one night back In Those Wild Days. "But usually I ended up getting blown, or fucking another soldier, and even a general once. Truth is, I've always loved my ability to turn straight men into eager cock suckers." Joe realized after he said that, he might have been a little overly transparent about his current plan.

"Crazy," Charlie said, as he wondered idly what it would feel like to have Joe's cock in his mouth.

Joe decided the seed was planted and germinating nicely, and although he'd planned to turn him into a cocksucker tomorrow, he figured there was no better time than the present. Charlie was horny. Charlie was still stroking his cock. And Charlie kept asking for more information. He wanted to suck his first cock. No, he needed to. "Help me out of the tub, Charlie."

"You don't want to come?" Charlie asked, surprised, and oddly disappointed. He'd also learned from jerking off Joe and watching porn, that seeing cum erupting from a cock was really hot.

"Oh, I do," Joe said, "just not this way."

"Oh," Charlie said, unsure what Joe meant. Joe isn't thinking I'm going to suck him, is he? he thought to himself as he let go of the glorious hard cock and helped Joe out of the tub.

"Dry me off," Joe instructed, something he'd previously done for himself with Charlie. All Charlie had needed to do was hand him the towel.

"Oh, okay," Charlie said, as he grabbed the towel and dried Uncle Joe's back and stomach.

"My legs too," Joe mentioned.

"Sure," Charlie said, as he knelt down and was suddenly facing that big, hard, fat cock pointing directly at him like a gun ready to fire.

"See anything you like?" Joe asked.

"What? No," Charlie lied.

"Go ahead, Charlie, we both know what you want to do," Joe said, knowing his breaking point was so close and inevitable. Although he couldn't see Charlie's face, he'd been in this identical situation many times, where a straight man was staring at his cock in complete confusion.

"But I'm married," Charlie replied, instead of a blunt no, or a fuck off, like any truly straight person would have said.

"It's not cheating," Joe said. "Maxine doesn't have a cock, so you can't suck hers."

He had a point. No way would Charlie ever fuck another woman, but this wasn't another woman, it was a man. "I don't know," Charlie said, still dithering, his temptation growing as he stared at this cock just a couple inches from his mouth.

"I can feel your hot breath on my dick, Charlie," Joe said. "You can't deny what you want. You want to suck my cock, don't you?"

"I'm... well... I mean... yeah... I guess I kind of do," Charlie said.

"You can't kind of want to do something," Joe pointed out, "either you do or you don't," he said. "Which is it?"

"I do, I do," Charlie admitted. "It's just I'm not gay."

"Sucking dick isn't gay, getting ass fucked isn't even gay, since your most intense erogenous zone is your prostate, which is adjacent to your ass," Joe explained, mostly believing this. "On the other hand, kissing a guy is gay. Dating a guy is gay. Sucking cock is just a man exploring his feminine side. A side the bullshitters tell us we're supposed to keep hidden and pretend doesn't exist."

Everything Joe said made perfect sense. He still loved Maxine. He would still fuck Maxine. He just wanted to suck cock as well, which was really just an extension of eating the creampies he'd recently been dining on, much to his and his wife's pleasure.

Knowing Charlie's silence was only a last moment of questioning himself, Joe brought his dick to Charlie's lips and ordered, "Open up, Charlie. It's time to suck my big cock."

Feeling the hard, smooth head touching his lips was the final straw, as Charlie mindlessly opened his mouth and leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the fat cock head.

"There you go," Joe moaned. "You're going to love being a cock sucker!"

'Cock sucker' was a term used in almost every gay story he'd read, in many of the articles he'd read, and in some of the videos. It was often utilized to humiliate, to categorize, to create a clear hierarchy between a top and a bottom. Yet as Charlie began slowly to bob back and forth, the term being applied to himself turned him on. He didn't know why. But as his cock throbbed in his pants, he thought to himself, I'm a cock sucker. And I want to be a damn good cock sucker!

"Yeah, take your time, cock sucker," Joe moaned. "Get used to being on your knees; get used to having a cock in your mouth."

Oddly, Charlie responded only with a heartfelt moan.

"Notice how natural it feels to be on your knees, how natural it feels to have a big cock in your mouth," Joe continued, using his years of psychology studies, all on his own through books and later the internet, to train Charlie to accept who he was, to be comfortable with who he was.

As Joe spoke, Charlie couldn't help but notice those things. Stroking Joe's cock in the tub had been fun, but awkward... there was just something that kept it from feeling natural. But on his knees, he now felt an internal warmth, as if he was wrapped in a warm blanket, as if he were returning to a home he'd never been to before. And this cock in his mouth... felt like an extension of his being. It was like having a lollipop in his mouth, but longer, thicker, warmer, and pulsing. Just bobbing smoothly on it, indeed felt like home.

"Slowly take more and more of it in your mouth, Charlie," Joe instructed, where Charlie was a little surprised to hear his actual name. For some reason, with a dick in his mouth he didn't want to be called Charlie. Maybe he should be Charlene, or simply the generic term cock sucker. He didn't wish to be connected with his masculine side at all... only his feminine side.

For a couple minutes, Joe just enjoyed the blow job. It was obvious this was Charlie's first time, which made it hotter, and yet it wasn't quite making his balls boil.

Charlie kept trying to take a little bit more in his mouth. Maxine could easily take his entire cock inside her mouth, and he wanted to be able to do that too. But... Uncle Joe was a good three inches longer, so he wondered if even his wife could take all eight inches in her mouth.

"Now go faster, cock sucker," Joe ordered, "show me how much you love sucking my cock, how badly you want to taste my cum once I explode in your mouth."

More humiliation, which triggered a longing in his own hard cock, as he most certainly did want to feel Uncle Joe blast his load into his mouth. He bobbed faster, more urgently, quickly getting accustomed to having this dick in his mouth.

"Oh yeah, you must really want to taste my cum," Joe said, as his balls finally began to boil. "Charlie, I bet you look really hot with my dick in your mouth!"

Charlie couldn't fathom looking hot like this, but he didn't slow down, until he suddenly felt hands grasping his head.

"My turn to take charge and fuck that face of yours, cock sucker," Joe announced, as he held Charlie's head firmly and began to face fuck him.

Charlie breathed through his nose and focused on not gagging, as Uncle Joe's dick started going deeper into his mouth than before. He couldn't explain it, since this should be the last thing he'd allow another man to do to him, but he was so hard, so excited. Being the man in charge in his bedroom was fun and what was expected of him (although there wasn't much of that lately), but being the submissive one, being told what to do, having things done to him rather than his being the one doing them, his just needing to obey without deciding anything... was confusingly exhilarating.

"Oh yeah, I'll be fucking this mouth a lot from now on, cock sucker," Joe clarified, thinking he would now to be able to drop a load every day regardless of which spouse came over to bathe him.

"Mmmmmmm," Charlie inadvertently responded, moaning at the idea of being a regular cock sucker for Uncle Joe. Yes, he loved getting head. Loved fucking. Loved his wife. But this was a whole new world of sexual perversion, and he was completely drawn in by Uncle Joe's dick, and the idea of sucking it.

"You like this? You want to be my ongoing cock sucker?" Joe asked, pulling out of Charlie's mouth.

Charlie didn't even hesitate, he was so completely captivated by Joe's cock, Joe's dominant persona, and his own surprising natural lust and willing obedience, "Yes, Uncle Joe. I want to be your cock sucker going forward."

"I can be pretty demanding," Joe warned, as he slid his cock back into the married man's mouth and began to really face fuck him, ready or not, all of his eight inches invading his new cock sucker's mouth.

Charlie gagged a little, but he just focused on allowing his mouth and throat to be used for this man's pleasure, which had his cock raging.

"Oh yeah, get ready," Joe said, about to do what he always did to first time cock suckers. It was his thing, he'd give them a taste of his cum before pulling out and splattering the cock sucker's face... a baptism by sprinkling of sorts.

"Mmmmmmm," Charlie moaned on the cock, wishing Uncle Joe to know he was ready to swallow his first load of man cum directly from the source.

"Fuck, here it comes, cock sucker," Joe grunted, as the first rope exploded in Charlie's mouth.

Charlie began to swallow it all, as he felt the cock pulse between his lips, but then he gasped as the cock suddenly backed out of his mouth, and next he felt the surprisingly warm cum splattering onto his face!

"Take it all," Joe groaned, as the last three ropes coated Charlie's face, or at least he assumed they did.

Charlie felt both intense shame and excitement at receiving this facial. This was a welcome addition to his humiliation, a facial from another guy... and it also made his hard-throbbing dick beg for attention.

"Now clean me up," Joe ordered, as he slid his spent but still hard cock back into Charlie's mouth, and allowed him to nurse out any last remnants of cum.