Cucked on Vacation – 02

I was delirious with arousal, feeling like I was in another dimension with how fast things had progressed. The looming reality of my cuckolding was both sending my mind into a spiral, and turning my dick into steel.

When we arrived at this room he gently grabbed Hazel by the hand, ushering her to the couch. I immediately noticed that his room was a presidential suite, and that this living room was much more spacious than ours, complete with a kitchenette.

“Oliver, why don’t you grab a cocktail out of the bar there. Make yourself comfortable.” He sat my wife down next to him on a plush beige couch.

I opened the mini-fridge door in a fog, leaning down to grab some soda and some rum from the side panel. When I stood back up I saw my wife kissing another man for the first time in my life.

The moment would be burned into my mind for all time. My heart began pounding as their lips met, my stomach tied in knots, my dick stood rigid. One of her legs was draped over his as she continued to play with the massive erection beneath his tenting slacks. I stood frozen as one of his large hands cupped her breasts, seemingly tickling at her nipples beneath the fabric.

He paused and glanced up at me, Hazel looked in my direction as well – eyes wild and blushing in deep embarrassment. “Why don’t you have a seat Oliver.” He pointed to the single across from the couch.

As I slowly walked over and sat James leaned back onto the couch. I looked on in terror as he slowly began unbuckling his belt, it wasn’t long before he was sliding his slacks down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his massive black cock sprung immediately upwards, incredibly aroused, and incredibly thick. He shuffled the pants to the floor, tossing them to the side along with his loafers. His cock was now the center of attention in the room, his large balls rested on the sofa cushion, and he leaned back looking at Hazel.

My wife’s expression was wide eyed, fixated on his manhood. For the second time tonight he gently grabbed her hand, encouraging her to touch him. She did. I watched awestruck as her small hand tried, hopelessly, to encircle his girth. Her tiny fingers had no hope of reaching all the way around his thickness. She slowly began pumping his cock, completely entranced by it. James reached out and groped her tits as she jacked him off, leaning his head back in pleasure.

My dick began straining hard against my own pants, but I didn’t move to adjust it – I was frozen. My mind couldn’t process the scene occurring before me.

“It’s so big.” I heard my wife say through a haze of lust.

James slowly removed his shirt, exposing his impressive torso. He moved to stand, lifting my wife up out of her seat in the process. In one swift motion he unzipped the back of her dress, peeling it upwards and exposing my wife’s sopping panties, and bursting bra. He wasted no time, Hazel under his spell, he deftly unclasped her bra – allowing her large breasts to spill out, pale nipples as erect as I had ever seen them. His dark hand cupped them both, raising them, jiggling them – and then he buried his mouth onto her tit. It caused her head to tilt back and the first moan of undoubtedly many to escape her mouth.

My mouth went dry, it was the most erotic scene I had ever seen, my entire body was frozen, gripped to the chair – as I watched this well hung man control my wife.

James gently sat her back down onto the sofa, taking a seat next to her once again. He leaned back, allowing her to feast her eyes and her hands on his manhood. “Go ahead baby, play with my cock.”

Hazel immediately began pumping it again, I noticed her biting her bottom lip as her arousal dominated her body. Her tits were jiggling sexily as she jacked his huge cock. She began moving faster, inspired by the sexual site of her delicate white hand traveling up and down the entire length of his black shaft. His huge balls began flopping up and down on the sofa, and she reached out her other hand to massage those as well. James tilted his head back again in pleasure, now letting out his own reserved moan.

“God.” He looked right at her. “I can’t wait to fuck you baby.”

Hazel froze, seemingly remembering something important. She glanced at me for a moment, eyes lost in her own desire, and then she reached for her handbag now plopped on the side counter. She immediately pulled out the condoms I had purchased earlier.

James noticed what she had grabbed, and that they were Magnums. He let out a chuckle. “I don’t think that’s gonna fit sugar.”

She glanced at him, and then his cock, and broke the seal on one of the packages. She began giggling as the latex condom snapped hopelessly against the wide girth of his cock head. It had no hope of fitting. “Don’t worry Hazel.” He kissed her gently. “I’m gonna cum all over these big titties anyway.” Hazel leaned back into the sofa stunned and aroused by the lewdness of his comment.

James then leaned in for another passionate kiss, massaging again at her breasts. Her legs instinctively splayed open, and he grabbed her pantie lining, peeling them down around her plump ass. She lifted her legs, allowing him access to do so, and I watched in perversion as my wifes panties slipped off her feet. James tossed them to the side.

Her pussy was inflamed and ready. They regarded each other with impossible lust, and James slowly leaned my wife down against the couch cushion, shifting his knees in between her legs in the process. He leaned atop her, looking down, and began to align his hulking member above her pussy – eventually resting it down against her folds. She squirmed in anticipation, momentarily covering her eyes in disbelief.