With no pause at all, the man pushed Deb off and onto her back. Crouching above her like a wolf over a lamb, he took a long look at the flushed gap between Deb's spread legs before placing his thick cock head against her slit and silently plunging forward. For several minutes the only sounds in the room were the wet sloshes of his cock pumping her juices back and forth, the smack on his balls slapping against her crack, her plaintive moans and gasps of pleasure, and his grunts whenever he thrust into her with a particularly enthusiastic stroke. In Deb's face Brian could see a sexual euphoria; she seemed to be having almost continuous orgasms. It was no surprise then that she missed the tell-tale signs of a man ready to cum. With startling swiftness the man pulled Lord Boa from its sopping wet lair and began jacking off. His wife barely had time to close her eyes before the first spurt hit her square in the face. Whether on purpose or not, by the time he finished milking the cum from his cock, Deb's body was covered in creamy white sperm. Outside the porn tapes he'd watched, Brian had never seen so much cum shoot from one man. And since he knew, in his own experience anyway, that the first shot usually had more cum than the second, he wondered just how much spunk the man had shot into his wife the first time.

"Tha's all the Lord Boa you get for today," the man announced, rising to get his clothes. "Ya oughtta get yo'self together. Ya look like shit."

With that he finished dressing and left the room, leaving Deb looking, yes, like shit. His loads of cum had left slimy trails all over her face as it slid down into her hair, and the viscous fluid had started to pool in the hollow of her neck and between her breasts. Though her eyes stared blankly, her tongue flickered out every so often, finding a few drops of fluid and whisking them into her mouth. Beat down, bedraggled and cum covered, she looked more like a woman who had just hosted a gangbang than a woman who had played slut to a single man.

Brian waited a few minutes to make sure the man had gone for good, watching as his wife languidly scooped up some of the cum and smeared it on her tits, nearly obscuring her nipples from sight.

"That was interesting," he announced as he strode into the room. Her expression rapidly cycled from shocked to panic-stricken to guilty as she realized that he'd been watching her the whole time, and that there was absolutely no lie that could cover up her behavior. But his triumph, bitter though it was, quickly cooled when he noticed that she was staring not at his face but at his waistline, where he'd forgotten to stuff his cock back in his pants. He felt he had to say something, but couldn't find the words to express the mixture of shock, betrayal, lust and excitement he'd experienced watching his loving wife spread her legs for that big chocolate pole. Anyway, all he really wanted at that moment was relief from the pressure strangling his balls.

Unable to formulate even a single accusation, he simply stood above her, his rigid cock partially obscuring their view of each other. As he stared down at her, he could imagine how puny his dick would look to her, now that she'd been well-fucked by such a monster black hose. But where in the past such a thought might've caused him to lose his erection, now it seemed to strengthen it, especially when he remembered how sexy his wife had looked perched upon that thick, thick pole. His brooding presence finally stirred Deb to motion, and he gasped aloud when she crawled up and grabbed his cock with both hands.

"I guess I owe you," she declared, wrapping her lips around his purple head. Unlike Lord Boa, she could suck his whole shaft into her mouth, and soon was giving him one of the most enthusiastic blow jobs of their marriage. After a couple of minutes she released his cock and asked if he wanted to fuck her. He declined, not sure he was mentally ready to stick his cock into a pussy filled with another man's cum. Instead he smashed her mouth back onto his dick, holding her head still while he gave her mouth a good fucking. When he felt himself to be good and ready, he let her fall to the floor and jacked off onto her face, making sure his cum obliterated her lips. As she dreamily licked the cum from her lips, he sat down and surveyed the cum-spattered woman before him.

"How many times?" he just had to ask.

"Just once before," she replied, again unable to meet his eyes. Forcing himself to ask the tough questions, and encouraging her to be as honest as possible, they spent the rest of the day talking about her sexual needs. She'd always wanted big cocks, ever since she'd dated a boy with a giant one in high school. And the black man, Dwayne, had the biggest one she'd ever known. Brian didn't ask where she'd met Dwayne; he didn't want to know. What was clear by the end of the night was that his wife wanted more from a man than he could provide. More than even large dildoes and sex toys could provide. And while he had more than enough right to refuse her needs, the thought of her being split open by the gigantic Lord Boa definitely turned him on. She had an addiction that he just couldn't fill. And he loved her enough to try other methods.

They reached an agreement later in the night. Debbi could feed her addiction for big cock twice a month. But in return for his allowing her infidelity, she had agreed to become his sex toy. He could experiment with whatever kinky sex he wanted, without feeling a bit of guilt, since she would participate with enthusiasm. It'd be a pay for play deal. Submission in exchange for adultery. Sex for sex. A simple transaction. And though the niggling of doubt continued, Brian simply ignored it.