A Wish Fulfilled Gone Awry (part two) 

I struggled for the next two weeks with the desire to be in control of our sex 
life and the exhilaration of Amber taking control.  It wasn't that our sex life 
was bad previously, in fact I enjoyed it, but when she started making fun of my 
little dick and then verbalized what a big cock would feel like, I got hard as 
nails.  Something just clicked in my brain.  Seeing how she could get me hard in 
this fashion only fueled her fire, rubbing her body up and down mine, groaning 
and shaking her head, and getting downright nasty.  The transformation from the 
conservative midwestern girl was unbelievable.  

Those two weeks were probably the best two of our marriage, with us fucking at 
least twice a day.  Amber seemed to be unsatiable.  It was almost as if she was 
using me.  Then things began to change.  Maybe Amber needed a change of pace to 
keep from getting board.  Maybe she just wanted to see how far things could go.  
But I still remember the first time she withheld sex from me.

"Honey, you look awesome tonight," I said, watching Amber stroll out of the 
bathroom in a white see through half shirt, her firm nipples putting a major 
dent in the fabric.  Her matching panties revealed her still shaved pussy and 
the crack of her tight ass.  

"Do you want a piece of me?" she smiled.

"Oh yeah, let's get it on," I replied, jumping on to our bed.

We started out kissing on our sides, but as things began to heat up, Amber 
rolled me onto my back and spread my legs apart.  Slowly she began to lick down 
my chest to my stomach.

"Hey, lover boy, does the feel of my big firm tits rubbing down your body get 
you excited?" she asked.

"Ohhhhh...yeaaaahh," I moaned.

As her face made its way down to my white BVDs, I looked down to see the little 
pup tent my 4-1/2" dick had formed.  

Amber smiled up at me, licked her lips and pulled my waistband down.  

"Ooh it's so cute," she cried out.

"Uhh thanks," I said.

"Don't get mad, silly," Amber frowned, "I like your small dick, it keeps my 
little pussy firm and tight.  Imagine if I was being fucked by someone with a 
really big cock.  A real giant one like the one that black man I helped had.  
Gaahwd, he'd probably rip my little pussy to shreds."

Amber's eyes darted to my dick as it jerked up and down at the thought of 
someone with a cock that size actually fucking my wife.

"Oh! Does that get my little hubby excited?" Amber cradled my sac with the palm 
of her hand and squeezed lightly while licking the length of my shaft.  Then she 
released me and slowly started sliding her body up mine until I was face to face 
with her shaved pussy.

"I've licked your, now why don't you try licking mine," she cooed.

I'd never licked her pussy in our two years of marriage.  I don't know why I had 
never really considered doing it.  Maybe it seemed a little taboo or I had hear 
rumors it would smell.  Anyway, that was the first time I ran my tongue up and 
down and in and out of my wife's pussy.  It certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Yeah that's it Timmy, lick my pussy...ooh that feels so good," she sighed as 
she moved her hips around so that I would connect with her magic spot.  

I was going to stop, but then Amber gripped my head so hard I couldn't have 
moved from the position if I'd wanted to.  "Ohhhh yeaaaahhh that's it, just a 
little more... Ahhhhh!"  she cried out.  Her pussy became wet, as I brilliantly 
surmised that she must be cumming.  
 
"YES! That was great!" she exclaimed, "we're going to have to make that a 
regular part of our love making."  

I actually thought it was okay myself and if it got Amber excited, I was all for 
it.  I had been jealous as hell all week with her strutting around without a bra 
whenever we went out.  Guys would practically stumble over themselves to gawk at 
her protruding nipples and the awesome bounce that her large firm 36Ds produced.  
I always calmed myself down by recalling that it was me that wanted her to have 
the boob job in the first place and besides, I was the only one who was enjoying 
them anyway. 

My cock was oozing pre-cum as Amber continued to whisper dirty things in my ear 
and rub her tits on me.  Then the 'oops' happened.  As she raised herself up and 
positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy, Amber held my dick and rubbed 
it across her cunt lips.  Watching her above me, with her heavy breasts and 
splayed long hair, I couldn't hold back anymore.  My dick jerked and I shot my 
little string of cum out and onto my stomach. 

"Oops!" I said, "I'm sorry, honey, I couldn't hold out anymore."

"What do you mean, oops?" she cried indignantly. "You can't just leave me 
hanging like this.  I guess you'll have to get me off with your tongue again."  

It was at that point that Amber truly took control of our sex life.  She had me 
in full guilt mode.  This was the initial label of premature ejaculation or as 
Amber nicknamed me, "preemie." Amber also began to give her own diagnosis.  
She'd reason that I didn't have enough cum so, I should save up for a few days 
instead of having sex more often.  This wouldn't preclude her from wanting me to 
get her off with my tongue, however.  At other times she'd bring me to the brink 
of cumming and then grab my shaft hard to keep me from getting off.  "You've got 
to learn self control," she'd say. Deep down I must have really believed her, 
because I always gave in to her every whim.

Then came the next big day.  Amber came through the front door, from work, and I 
could see the excitement in her eyes.

"Guess what?" she gasped. 

I had no idea what she was about to say, but I knew she was really excited by 
the way her nipples were sticking out even more than normal, for her. "What?"

"Two of the best doctors at the hospital are venturing out on their own and they 
want me to be a part of it!" she exclaimed.  "Isn't that great?"

"I guess," I said, "what's in it for you?"

"Well for starters, a new facility, more responsibility, and more pay?"

"Really?"

"Yep," Amber smiled, "about $10,000 more a year."

"Wow! When do you start?"

"In two weeks.  The docs are having a big party to celebrate this Saturday.  
It's at Doctor Longfellow's mansion on the intercoastal waterway.  They said to 
wear a bathing suit underneath.  Apparently he's got an awesome pools and deck 
area."

Saturday couldn't come quick enough for Amber and over that four day stretch, 
she wasn't 'in the mood' for sex.  All she could talk about was the party and 
how fortunate she was to get this job.  When she came out of the bathroom that 
night in her bathing suit, my jaw dropped.  "Holy shit," I said, "you look 
great!"

Amber flashed me her brightest smile and said, "thanks."  She looked hot and she 
knew it.  Her new 36Ds had elevated her self-esteem into the stratosphere.  Her 
two perfectly circular tits were wrapped in two small white triangles of 
material in which they peaked out on every side.  Her cleavage was so tight it 
could easily have held a pencil firmly in place.  Her nipples poked out 
profusely and you could even see her raised aureoles through the thin material.  
The same small triangle covered her bare pussy, while a string on either side 
wrapped around her slim hips to a larger covering over her ass.  
"Kind of conservative on the back side, don't you think," I said, attempting a 
little humor.

"I want to leave something to the imagination," Amber replied.  "And what are 
you wearing?" she asked.

"Oh, I thought I'd wear my red suit."

"That thing?  It looks like an old man suit.  Here," she said, reaching into a 
bag, "I bought you one to match me."

I watched as she pulled out a white, shiny bathing suit, that looked more like 
skimpy underwear than the boxer type bathing suits I was used to.  

"Uhh...I don't thing so, honey."

"Hey," she said, "no ifs, ans, or buts.  This is what you will be wearing if you 
expect to get any from me tonight."

She had me and she knew it.  I undressed and pulled the suit on as she watched.  
It covered my pubic hair, which I was grateful for, but it was so tight that it 
formed right around my balls and dick.  I'm sure that was what Amber was hoping 
for.

"I knew this one wouldn't have a problem covering up 'tiny Tim,'" she laughed, 
in reference to the size of my dick.  "Let's get our clothes on over top and 
go."

I had no idea what to expect when the door opened to the opulent $3,000,000 
mansion, but I know it wasn't what I saw.  I had pictured Doctor Longfellow 
being this older, probably wiry man, perhaps wrinkled and aged from too many 
long days at the office.  Instead we were greeted by full head of hair; chisel 
faced stud that looked to be around 35 and straight off the cover of GQ 
magazine.  I would have put him at about 6'-4" and 220 lbs. and when he shook my 
hand it felt like a vice clamping down on me.  

"It's nice to finally meet, Mr. Amber," he laughed, "we're grateful to have her 
on board.  You're a lucky man," he said, while giving Amber the once over.  
"Come on in and grab a drink.  The bar and pool are out back."

"That was Doctor Longfellow," Amber said, "his first name is Henry, but he goes 
by Hank.  Doctor Dickens must be out back."

I followed her through the impeccable house and out onto the deck where the 
party was in full swing.  There seemed to be a lot more men than woman.  Perhaps 
a lot of doctor friends.  As I surveyed the crowd of about forty, I noticed that 
all the women were extremely attractive.  Amber pulled me to the bar and she 
ordered us some sort of Hawaiian looking drink.  

For thirty minutes I was introduced to several dozen people and started to feel 
pretty good about the evening as Amber and I started into our third mixed drink.  
I should have started slowing down.  We typically had a glass or two of wine 
weekly, but Amber seemed to be having fun and I didn't want to curtail that.  
She was laughing at anything that was remotely funny and we started into our 
fourth drink when Hank announced that it was "pool time."  

Clothes started flying off as everyone moved to get into the heated pool.  Amber 
had her clothes off and pressed up against me, pushing her big tits into my 
chest.  "Come on, Timmy, aren't you going in for a swim?"

My dick started hardening as I felt her stiff nipples poking into me.  Then I 
felt Amber's hand on the front of my shorts rubbing up and down.  It felt so 
good and since we hadn't had sex in days my dick was at full mast, all 4'-1/2 
inches, in no time.  Amber unzipped my pants, pulled them off, and then grabbed 
my hand so we could walk hand in hand to the pool steps.  

I wanted to cover up my boner, but Amber had my hand.  As we approached the 
steps, I looked down into the pool and saw Hank and two babes looking up at us.  
The two girls giggled and were obviously staring at my crotch.  I couldn't help 
but look down and see the little pup tent I was sporting.  I watched as a big 
smile formed across Hank's face.
My face and neck were flush, as I wanted more than anything to get in the pool 
and get my hard-on under the water.  Amber held my hand hard and forced my to 
move ever so slowly down the steps and into the pool.  I saw Doctor Longfellow 
whisper in the girl's ears as I finally submerged my midsection.

Everything seemed the same, we were still talking and laughing, but we were in 
the pool instead of around it.  That was until Amber said she was going for 
another drink.  I told her I didn't want another one, but if she did that was 
fine with me.  I figured the alcohol would make for easier sex for me later.  I 
watched as she made her way up the steps, water dripping off her perfect 
jiggling ass.  The sight didn't go unnoticed by any other male around as well.  

It seemed like only a few seconds had gone by when the two babes that had been 
with Hank were now on either side of me.  "Hey, big boy," they said, laughing, 
"how's it hanging?"  With an intro like that I felt like putty in their hands 
and I soon found myself enjoying there company and light touching on my 
shoulders and arms.  

It was then that I realized we had been slowly moving towards the other side of 
the large pool.  Looking between the two girls heads, I saw Amber laughing with 
Hank.  As I continued watching I noticed his hand come down on her back pulling 
her into him.  She pushed back against his muscular chest, but her hands didn't 
seem to leave his pecs very fast.  In fact, it looked like she squeezed them and 
then laughed again.  I felt a hand brush the front of my suit and I looked down.  
One of the girls was looking up at me and said she liked what she had seen 
earlier and wanted to see what I felt like.  

Hell, what's a guy supposed to do?  I stood there like a paralyzed dummy as she 
rubbed the front of my suit until I was fully erect and then the two of the 
pressed up against me and took turns pulling and squeezing my dick.  I looked 
around to see if anyone was noticing what they were doing, but everyone seemed 
caught up in there own conversations.  It was then that I saw Hank leading my 
wife out of the pool.  Both of her nipples were completely visible through the 
wet thin material as she exited the pool, but I was helpless to follow her.

One of the girls hand left my dick and she started rubbing my ass, sticking her 
hand down the back of my suit and tickling my anus and the sensitive area 
between my legs.  The other girl gripped my dick harder and kept tugging.  

"Ooooh, gawd that feels soooo good.  Oh, I'm cumming...ahhhhhhhhh," I moaned, 
trying to muffle my cries as I felt my cum exiting into the water inside my 
suit.  The two girls smiled at me, giggled, and then dove under the water into 
the deep end.

I hoped Amber hadn't seen any of this and scanned around the patio area from my 
spot in the pool, but didn't see her anywhere.  I guess I better go and find her 
I thought and then remembered thinking that maybe she'd be ready to go.  I was 
hoping I'd be able to get it up for our night of sex, when we got home.

I scampered up out of the pool, dried off with a towel, and then continued my 
search.  She wasn't anywhere to be found, so I headed inside.  I felt like a 
sneak, but decided I could always use the excuse that I was searching for a 
bathroom if someone asked what I was doing.  In the living room I saw the large 
marble staircase and decided to head up that way.  In my bare feet, I didn't 
make a sound, but as I got to the top of the staircase; I heard noises off to my 
right and decided to head that way first.

The first door I came to was slightly ajar and I could hear a male voice that 
sounded familiar.  "Come on honey, if you show me yours, I'll show you mine."

"I can't do that, Doctor Longfellow, I'm a married woman."  It was Amber!  

Good girl I thought, don't give in to whatever he's asking for.  I had to get a 
closer look and decided it was worth the risk to push the door open a little 
more.  I pushed it open enough to get my head in and realized that there was a 
foyer area to this bedroom and the voices were coming from the other side of the 
room.  Slowly I pushed the door open a little further so that I could squeeze 
through.  Once inside the room, I was able to slowly slide along the wall and 
peer around the wall.  That's when I saw them.

Both were still in their skimpy swimsuits, but Hank had his arms firmly around 
the small of my wife's back pulling her into him.  He looked huge next to her as 
he peered into her lazy eyes looking up at him.  Both her hands were on his big 
pecs half-heartedly trying to push him away.  "Hank, shouldn't we be getting 
back to the party?"  

"It's okay," he said, "I saw your husband in deep conversation with several 
people as we left."

"It just doesn't seem right."

"There's nothing wrong with touching is there?  It's not like we're going to 
have sex or anything," Hank said, as he lowered his hands to grip each one of 
her ass cheeks in his large, strong hands.  Amber tried to back away, but he 
pulled her into him.  Her legs seemed to come off the ground as he lifted up on 
her buttocks then let her down again.  He continued the same motion up and down, 
about six to eight inches.  I could see her legs were spread slightly and knew 
that the thin material between there two silky suits were the only thing 
separating his cock from her pussy.  

"Mmmm," my wife moaned, her fingers gripping the doctor's muscular shoulders.

"See, that's not so bad, is it?" he reassured her.

"Mmmm...no, but you've got to stop.  If you don't I might not be able to."

To my amazement, Hank did stop and let her down gently.  But it wasn't because 
he had any admirable intentions.  "Now let me see those beautiful tits of 
yours," he said.

"Oh, you like them?" she said, obviously happy to have garnered his attention, 
"my husband wanted them bigger so I had a boob-job last year."

"There great honey, but by the looks of what he's packin' in his speed-o, you're 
the one getting the short end of the stick."

"Your telling me, he's about 5-inches long.  I told him it's too bad he can't 
get a dick-job and make it bigger and longer."

That one hurt and I knew I didn't want this to go any further, but I was 
paralyzed to act.  My dick was getting hard watching the two of them flirt with 
one another.  I was pretty sure Amber wouldn't go any further based on how she'd 
already slowed it down, but the unknown was thrilling in a weird sort of way.  
His next words caught me off guard.

"How'd you like to see a 12-inch cock?" he asked.

"You're kidding right?"

"Hey, if there's one thing I don't lie about its size."

"Well... maybe just a quick look, then we need to get back to the party." Amber 
said, her breathing becoming a little labored.

"Uh uh... remember what I said before?  You show me yours and then I'll show you 
mine." Hand replied, sporting a broad toothy grin.

Amber hesitated, then turned to look in the direction of the door where I was 
hiding. I pulled my head back just in time.  I peeked back around the corner 
just in time to see her grab the bottom of each triangle on her bikini top and 
pull them up over her breasts.  Hank's eyes widened as he took in her perfectly 
shaped 36Ds; ripe for squeezing, Amber's rock-hard nipples stuck out at least an 
inch.  Hank reached out to touch them and Amber knocked his hands away.  "No way 
big guy, now it's my turn to see your if your hardware measures up to what's 
been advertised."

At first Hank looked perturbed, then he relaxed, "Okay, baby, feast your eyes on 
this," and with that he slipped his bathing suit off to reveal the largest cock 
I had ever seen.  It looked to be at least nine or ten inches long and was fat 
as a polish sausage.  At the bottom was a huge fleshy sac that held his 
oversized testicles.  They looked to be the size of pool balls and hung down 
between his legs.

"Oh my..." Amber's voice trailed off, "I never..."

"Go ahead and touch it, Amber," Hank said, "it's not fully erect yet.  I don't 
want you to think I lied to you."

"I can't...my husband..." she didn't finish the sentence, as he reached up and 
began caressing her marvelous tits.  I knew that was her weak spot and that if 
he gave them any attention at all she would let her guard down.

Hank began squeezing her breasts softly at first, while rubbing her nipples with 
the palms of his hands.  Amber closed her eyes and moaned as he began getting 
firmer until he was making indentations on her tits and pulling her nipples out 
several inches.  Hank then let go with one of his hands and took my wife' hand 
and placed it on his cock.  She pulled away like it was a hot oven, but Hank 
grabbed her wrist more firmly and placed her hand on his cock again.  This time 
she didn't pull away.  I could see her hand squeezing his dick firmly and then 
watched him move her wrist so that her hand moved down to his huge balls.  Her 
hand was almost lost in his large sac, as she softly clenched and unclenched her 
hands.

Hank whispered in her ear and then let go of her hand to begin massaging both 
her tits again.  Amber traced the length of his cock with her hand, from the 
massive sac, along the length of his shaft to his fat, bulbous head.  Hank 
slowly lowered his head to my wife's tit while she had her eyes closed and 
squeezed one of her breast firmly while sucking in one of her big nipple.  Amber 
moaned and ran her free hand through his hair.  I watched as her other hand 
drifted to the middle of his shaft, gripped him firmly, and then began jerking 
his shaft up and down.

For ten minutes I watched the two of them moaning and caressing one another.  
Hank was sucking vigorously on her nipples, alternating from one to the other, 
while Amber yanked on his dick, pumping him up and down for all she was worth.  
Finally, Amber pulled him away from her tits, opened her eyes to stare at the 
huge cock she was jerking off and then grabbed him with her other hand so that 
she could two-fist him.  One hand would have fit my little dick just fine, but 
my wife had two on Hank and half of his shaft was still showing.  She jerked it 
furiously up and down, he big sac flopping up and down, slapping into his 
thighs.  Amber's eyes looked like they were bugging out gawking at his massive 
member as it went from pink to purple in color.  

Hank was sweating now, "oh yeah, baby, that's it...oh year...I'm cumming... 
aaaarrrrrgggghhhh!" he grunted.

I watched in amazement, as I could see Amber was as well, at the fireworks to 
come.  Hank's cock erupted like a volcano.  His thick, white semen rushed out 
like a geyser.  Ribbon after ribbon of cum flying through the air and landing on 
the carpet as my wife continued to jerk him mercilessly trying to get every last 
drop out of his body.  I didn't look at my watch, but I'm sure he must have cum 
for a full minute. 

When he was finally done, Amber let go of his cock and it flopped down with a 
slap, on his leg.  "Wow!  That was awesome," she said. 

"You were awesome, baby."

"Hank," she started, looking down, "I can't believe I just did this.  I feel so 
ashamed."

"Honey, you have nothing to be ashamed about.  We had a little fun that's all.  
You got a chance to see and touch a real cock without even really cheating on 
your little hubby."

"This has to be a one time event," Amber said, "even if Tim's got a tiny dick, 
he's still my husband and I love him.  Now let's get back to the party."

"Whatever you say, Amber.  I'm just glad you're on board as an employee and I 
want you to know that what happened here stays here.  I'll always treat you as a 
professional at work."

My wife looked into his eyes and seemed pleased with what she had heard.  
Looking down she realized her tits were still uncovered and she hastily covered 
them before turning in my direction.

I high-tailed it out the door and down the stairs to beat both of them back out 
to the pool area.  I quickly got myself into a conversation until I felt a tap 
on my shoulder.  "Having a good time honey?"  My wife asked.  

"Great time," I replied, "your new employers sure know how to throw a party.  
You like 'em big don't you?"

"What?" my wife asked, somewhat startled.
"Parties...you like them big don't you?"

"Oh, yeah...sure," she answered, smiling meekly.  "I'm a little tired though, 
why don't we say our good byes and get going."

That was a night that I thought would be engraved in my mind forever.  My wife 
had gone farther with another man than probably either of us had ever thought 
she would.  For the next two days her nipples were swollen and sensitive from 
the hard sucking Hank had put on them.  I didn't ask her about the reddish marks 
around her aureoles and she pretended they didn't exist.  The two times we had 
sex that week all I could think about was Hank's massive cock in Amber's tiny 
hands.  Amber seemed to be in a different place as well and I imagined that she 
was thinking of his cock as well.

I know it might sound na<ve telling you that I thought this would be the end of 
my wife's flirtation with an affair, but I really thought that as she had said, 
'this was a one time event.'  Unfortunately for me, that night was soon to be 
replaced as a significant event by a much bigger incident.  The one that would 
cause me to question my manhood, our relationship, and begin putting my thoughts 
on paper to make sense of it all.

(Part 2 of 3)
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