Lord Boa
by Buckaroo Banzai

Something, a worry perhaps, was nagging at Brian 
Levine. He couldn't imagine what it could be. If 
asked to sum up his life, he'd immediately reply 
that everything was going great. He had the world 
by the tail, so to speak. At 32, he'd already made 
his mark as a successful stockbroker, riding the 
wave of the century's hottest market. Married for 
almost five years, his wife Debbi was as sexy and 
desirable now as the day he'd first met her. They 
lived in a big house in a suburb of a suburb of a 
major metropolitan city, their home just as 
impressive as any in the exclusive subdivision. 
Supported by his financial success, Debbi didn't 
have to work, instead filling her days with charity 
functions, social events and decorating the house. 
As a couple, they continued to grow together, still 
going out on dates and returning home for 
passionate sexual encounters. In fact, they'd 
recently begun experimenting with sex toys and new 
positions, adding a new spark to their sex lives. 
Yes, life was good. But despite all that, Brian 
still had that nagging doubt. It was the same 
feeling he got when he suspected that the market 
would do something crazy. Good or bad? He didn't 
know. But movement nonetheless.

The Thursday that everything changed  started out 
as haphazardly and harried as any other. Brian 
broke out the back door at a dead run, already late 
for work. It took less than an hour to realize that 
he'd left his meeting notes on the computer at 
home. He briefly considered having Debbi e-mail 
them to the office before dismissing the thought 
with a smile. Debbi and computers were mortal 
enemies. They were more likely to shut down in self 
defense than to try and execute her dangerous 
commands. And he really didn't want to risk the 
possibility of all his notes disappearing into the 
ether. No, the best bet would be to run home, 
collect the disk, and head back. Maybe he'd even be 
able to smooth talk her into a little afternoon 
delight. They hadn't gotten nasty since Saturday 
night, and he was beginning to feel on edge.

Casa de Levine sat on a full quarter-acre on the 
northern edge of tony Woodridge Estates. A 
contemporary with cathedral ceilings and an open 
floor plan, it was one of the few homes with dual 
entrances, front and rear. The front entrance led 
to the regular street, which twisted and turned 
every which way before emptying onto the main 
thoroughfare. In the back, though, a short access 
road led directly to the highway. Brian parked his 
car here and trotted to the rear of his home, 
entering through the patio doors off the family 
room. Keeping quiet, but not conspicuously so, he 
turned left into his home office, closing the twin 
French doors behind him. They'd installed the doors 
to shut off the noise from the family room, though 
their plan had been only partially successful He 
could still see and hear everything that went on, 
but the muffled volume made it easier to ignore. 

As the computer warmed up, Brian reviewed his 
hastily assembled plans. First, e-mail his files to 
the office, and download them to a disk as a safety 
precaution. Then he'd hide out for a few minutes in 
the hopes that Deb would come wandering through. 
Pausing to fantasize about this part of the plan, 
he pictured himself jumping out to surprise her, 
enjoying the startled look on her face. He saw 
himself steadying her with his hands on her 
shoulders, then drawing her close for a kiss. She'd 
resist for a moment and then part her lips for his 
tongue, which he'd thrust inside as a preview of 
what was to come. Then maybe he'd slip his hand 
inside her shirt and palm her breast, or go 
straight for the motherlode and squeeze her pussy 
through her pants. They'd collapse down on the 
couch, she shedding her jeans while he pulled open 
her blouse, his mouth finding each nipple and 
leaving it wet and erect. She'd undo his belt and 
open his pants, pulling his hard dick from inside 
his boxers. Unable to control his lust, he'd simply 
crush down on top of her, pulling her panties aside 
before splitting her cunt lips with his hard rod. 
He'd go slow at first, enjoying the feel of her 
rapidly warming hole, then speed up his strokes, 
her panties adding friction even as her passage 
constricted around his cock. When he finally came 
it would be deep inside her, though he'd probably 
still have to change because the smell of fresh sex 
would cling to his clothing.

Movement in the family room startled him out of his 
reverie, and he poised himself to spring out the 
door. He stopped, though, when he heard the sound 
of Deb's voice answered by another voice. A man's 
voice. He didn't recognize it, and saw why when the 
man followed Deb into the room. Big, black and 
muscular, he moved with an athlete's grace that set 
him apart from the more corporate and refined black 
men that lived in the subdivision. While he didn't 
recognize the man, he recognized the look in his 
eyes: intense, feral and predatory. Brian again 
tensed to spring out, this time in defense of his 
wife. But again he stopped before turning the knob, 
now even more confused by what he was seeing and 
hearing.

"Where you goin', bitch?" the man barked at Deb, 
his voice lazy and sharp at the same time. Watching 
him closely, Brian noticed that he didn't have the 
demeanor of a man who'd forced himself into a home 
with the intent to do harm. Rather, he acted 
confident and at home. Still, his wife's answer 
shocked him.

"I thoughtŠ.I thought we'd go to theŠto the 
bedroom," she answered meekly, turning back to him 
without meeting his eyes.

"Nah," he answered. "The bed's for your old man. He 
can have it. We'll take care of our business right 
here."

Brian couldn't believe what he'd just heard. The 
bedroom? His wife, his happy wife, had just 
suggested that this man should join her in their 
bedroom. His wife. Another man. The bedroom. His 
brain was having trouble putting the concepts 
together. He should burst out and put a stop to it. 
He should yell at the man to leave and demand an 
explanation from his wife. He should summon up all 
his anger and let it out at the two of them. He 
shouldŠ Brian blinked and let his hand fall from 
the knob. Why didn't he have any anger boiling up 
in him? Why was the need to see what would happen 
stronger than the impulse to put an end to it? And 
why was he so calmly looking for a place where he 
could observe his wife and the man without being 
seen?

His wife looked a little startled at the 
suggestion, glancing around the room before 
fixating on the open windows. But the man simply 
drew the curtains shut before coming to stand 
before her. "You got a problem with right here?" he 
asked challengingly. "Or maybe you don't want to 
meet Lord Bower again?"

Lord who? Who the heck was Lord Bower? He couldn't 
begin to guess, but the thought of missing out had 
a distinct effect on Debbi, who quickly nodded her 
head and moved closer to the man. Seeing them so 
close together, Brian was struck by the huge 
difference in their size and demeanor. Deb stood 
just five-seven barefoot, putting the man next to 
her at about six-three. While Deb's trim frame 
weighed in around 130 pounds, he'd be in the 220 
range. And where Debbi's 35-27-37 body was lush 
curves and creamy soft skin, he looked to be all 
solid muscle covered in slick ebony. 

As Deb approached, the man pulled her tight to him, 
one hand tangling in her long hair while the other 
reached down to squeeze her ass. To Brian's 
continued surprise, his wife responded just as 
ardently, twining her arms around him and pressing 
her forehead against his wide, hard chest. 
Obviously the two had some sort of a transaction 
going on, and Brian was just beginning to believe 
what his gut had already told him. With a simple 
bump against her, the man nudged her head back so 
he could stare with naked hunger down at the firm 
flesh stretching her shirt out. Pulling her 
shoulders back, she thrust her breasts hard against 
his chest. In that simple gesture Brian confirmed 
what he already knew; Debbi was giving herself to 
the man before her. A man who looked strong enough 
to rip her apart. 

"Uh-uh, don't think you can jes' get Lord Bowler 
like you was my ho," he said roughly, pushing her 
away. Lord Bowler? The name reminded Brian of a 
character on a Western TV show. That man had been 
big and black too, but he didn't look anything like 
the guy before him. 

Whoever or whatever Lord Bowler was, the threat of 
not getting it had an immediate effect on Debbi, 
who stepped back contritely and waited for 
instructions. Evidently satisfied with her 
attitude, the man now instructed, "Tha's better. 
Now let's see those fine tits of yours again." 

Again? That was the second time he'd used that 
word. Had they done this before? Without hesitation 
Debbi began unbuttoning her blouse, stopping 
immediately when the man made a negative sound. 
Then, as if remembering a past instruction, she 
hooked her fingers under the shirt and lifted it 
over her head, snagging and removing her bra on the 
way up, and leaving her breasts exposed and bobbing 
from the effort. The man leered as he bent forward 
and grabbed a boob in each hand, pawing and 
twisting them as she stood patiently still. His 
huge black hands nearly covered each tit, despite 
the fact that she measured a solid C-cup. Bending 
awkwardly, he sucked one and then the other nipple 
deep into his mouth, his attention leaving her nips 
wet and hard as rocks. Brian couldn't help but 
remember his earlier fantasy, where he'd wrapped 
his own lips around those tasty, hard nuggets.  He 
felt a tightness in his pants, and realized that 
he'd have to reach inside his shorts to rearrange 
his rapidly inflating cock. The tableau before him 
was quickly becoming disconnected from reality. And 
he was getting turned on but good!

Pawing her frantically, the man pushed Debbi back 
onto the couch. Were they going to fuck right 
there, in the way Brian had so recently fantasized 
about taking his wife? The man appeared to have 
more self-control. Continuing to assault Deb's tits 
with his hands, he raised his lips to hers and 
proceeded to heavily and heartily French kiss her 
eager mouth, pausing only to gaze at her lust-
filled face before pressing down on her again. 
Eventually he tired of such tenderness, though, and 
physically pushed her onto the floor, gazing down 
on her with a superior look on his face.

 "Dance for me bitch," he ordered. "Let's see you 
shake your white meat for me."

Brian watched in mesmerized wonder at the spectacle 
of his wife dancing seductively for another man. 
Grinding away to a song only she could hear, she 
ran her fingers up and down her body, softly 
rubbing her tits, pinching her nipples, and 
caressing her ass through the jeans she still wore. 
Though her back was to him, he could imagine the 
look of lust that filled her face. She'd looked at 
him the same way many times, and when she got that 
turned on it had always ended with an explosive and 
earth-shattering fuck. With the flick of his finger 
the man instructed Debbi to remove her pants. 
Turning away from the man, and fortuitously toward 
him, Brian watched her hands shake as she unsnapped 
her jeans. He thought it ironic that he would get 
the first glance at her snatch, while the man would 
get to enjoy all that came afterwards. Brian's 
breath quickened as his wife bent over at the waist 
to pull down her jeans, her tits dangling below 
herŠengorged and swaying seductively. No matter 
what happened after that, Brian thought he would 
always remember the image of his wife unknowingly 
bowing toward him, her tits dangling and her ass 
pointed into the face of another man.

Pulling both her jeans and panties off, she quickly 
stepped out of them and turned to face the man, her 
beautiful white body completely exposed to him. 
From the wide grin splitting his face, Brian could 
tell that the man was very pleased by what he saw. 
Not many men wouldn't be, especially when faced 
with a voluptuous woman flushed and panting with 
desire. When she got this aroused, Debbi sometimes 
reminded Brian of the goddess Venus, rising nude to 
share the pleasures of her flesh with some lucky 
mortal. Until today, Brian had believed that he 
alone had access to those pleasures.

"You're one mighty fine piece of white meat," the 
man commented, raping her with his eyes. "Why don't 
you show Lord Bore how much you want him?" 

Lord Bore? Brian continued to puzzle over the 
phrase as he watched his wife fall to her knees and 
hurriedly unsnap the man's jeans. Tugging 
frantically, she pulled his pants to the ground and 
untangled them from his feet while he fought to 
keep his balance. Moving back up to his waistline, 
she quickly pulled his shorts down without her eyes 
ever leaving his crotch. For a moment her head 
blocked Brian's view, but when she finally moved to 
the side, it was all he could do to stifle his 
gasp. The man had the biggest dick he'd ever seen 
outside of a porno flick. Though only partially 
erect, it looked to measure at least eight inches. 
Brian guessed that fully stiff it might reach ten 
inches, with the thickness of a good-sized 
cucumber. 

As Debbi licked her lips and hungrily eyed the 
monster swaying in front of her, Brian couldn't 
help but imagine what it might feel like for her to 
have it inside her, stretching her pussy to its 
limits. Now he understood the little doubt that'd 
been nagging at him. It all added up. The playful 
comments from his wife regarding his 'average' 
size. Her new interest in experimenting with sex 
toys. And the reason she'd been suggesting new 
positions that allowed him to penetrate her deeper 
than ever before. Evidently, though, all that 
hadn't satisfied her need. Because she looked as 
though she'd do literally anything to get that 
massive piece of meat inside her.

"Well? What you waitin' for? You know Lord Boa 
likes it wet," the man demanded, his dick swaying 
just inches in front of her face. 

Lord Boa! He got it now. The man had named his dick 
after a snake. Brian wasn't one to go in for the 
habit of naming his penis, but he had to admit that 
the name fit this man's member. Lord Boa was indeed 
long and fat as a snake, and it appeared powerful 
enough to do some damage. But Lord Boa? Maybe 
Prince Python was already taken. Brian had barely 
begun chuckling at his little joke when he noticed 
his wife sit up on her haunches and wrap her hands 
around the animal before her. With one hand at the 
base and the other just above it, she still had a 
good three inches of black flesh available to stuff 
in her mouth. Brian couldn't stop watching as the 
massive cock head disappeared past her lips, 
followed by much of the thickly veined and 
pulsating shaft. Despite her best efforts, she 
could get no more than half of the black monster 
into her mouth. Perhaps knowing that a proper 
blowjob was a lost cause, the man pulled her mouth 
from his cock and instead ordered her to lick, kiss 
and suck every inch of it. In seconds her frantic 
tongue had brought a small spurt of pre-cum to the 
surface, where she licked it off and rolled it 
around her mouth with relish. When she dipped her 
head down to pull his gigantic balls and sack into 
her mouth, Brian thought his eyes might burst from 
his head. The sight of his wife's red lips 
capturing the rough, loose skin made as erotic a 
scene as he had ever witnessed. And with the man's 
now rock-hard cock swaying ominously above her 
head, Brian wanted nothing more than to see it part 
his wife's lily white legs.

Judging by the way he abruptly pushed Debbi away, 
the man had evidently reached the same conclusion. 
Stripping off the last of his clothing, he ordered 
her onto her hands and knees, her pink pussy the 
perfect target below the large white globes of her 
ass. Positioning his thick black cock just to the 
outside of her pale but engorged folds, the man 
slowly but surely leaned forward, piercing Debbi's 
cunt and stretching her  walls to the fullest. Inch 
by inch Lord Boa disappeared into Deb's slit, the 
outer folds pulled inside by the massive pole. 
Finally his huge sack came to rest against her firm 
ass, dangling in very much the same way that her 
tits dangled just a little farther forward.

Brian could see by the ecstatic smile on her face 
that Lord Boa was touching parts of her that he'd 
never reached. Pausing only a moment to balance 
himself, the man leaned back and then plunged his 
enraged cock back into her hole, driving her whole 
body forward in the process. Again and again he 
repeated the process, eliciting some of the most 
emphatic gasps and moans Brian had ever heard come 
from his wife. In no time both were covered in a 
sheen of sweat, with droplets dripping regularly 
from his forehead onto Deb's already wet back. She 
began to beg him to ream her harder, faster, to 
give her more and more of his slick black snake. He 
complied with a vengeance, slamming into her hard 
enough to crush her tits into the carpet and 
flatten her ass against his body. 

Holding Deb's hips to steady himself, he repeatedly 
crammed his meat deep into her passage, her yelps 
mixing with his grunts to echo through the room 
like a caveman's orgy. Just then her whole body 
spasmed and her arms gave way, ripped of their 
strength by an all-consuming orgasm. Even then he 
never broke his punishing rhythm, though every 
stroke now pushed her face along the carpeting, 
forcing him to scoot forward before starting the 
next stroke. When she was finally back on her 
elbows, her ass looked like it had just sustained a 
prolonged beating, each cheek red and flushed.

As he pounded into her with added brutality it 
became obvious that he was spewing his load deep 
into her hot little pussy. That conclusion was 
confirmed when he pulled all ten inches of his 
snake from her slit and let the last few spurts 
cover her quivering wet cunt lips. Again Brian felt 
himself riveted by the savage eroticism of the 
scene before him;  the pink folds of her slit, the 
creamy white rivulets of his cum on those folds, 
and the glistening ebony head of his rock-hard cock 
resting in the white crack of her ass.

Debbi collapsed to the floor, trembling and 
exhausted, her hair plastered to her face, her body 
covered in sweat, her nipples still diamond hard 
from the stimulation. She looked well-fucked and 
well-satisfied, and the man had collapsed 
backwards, panting from the effort. Brian expected 
that their little tryst would be ending soon. Lord 
Boa, though, still wasn't fully sated. 

"C'mere, bitch," he said, pulling her by the hair 
to his crotch and forcing her mouth down on his cum 
covered cock. "I just gotta get me some more of 
that tight white meat. So what we're gonna do is, 
you're gonna get me hard again. Then, if you're a 
good little girl, and you do a good job, I'll let 
you ride Lord Boa for a while before I fuck your 
little white brains out. Sound good?"

It did to Debbi, who redoubled her efforts to clean 
every bit of cum from the slowly deflating shaft 
before her. Laying on her side like a pup suckling 
its mother, Deb took the soft black cock into her 
mouth, twirling it with her tongue while munching 
on the rubbery flesh. Watching from his vantage 
point, Brian could nearly look into his wife's cum-
filled hole as she twisted her legs and torso with 
the effort. He could already tell that it would 
take super-human effort to get Lord Boa hard again. 
But his wife appeared to be dedicated to the task. 
When simply sucking the limp black cock had no 
effect, she turned to other methods. 

"My God, your cock was so big," she crooned at him, 
dropping wet kisses all over it. "I've never felt 
anything so good or so big. It's so much bigger 
than my husband's," she moaned, stroking both his 
shaft and his ego. "I need to have that big black 
monster back in me. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me 
silly. Fuck me so you can go home and tell your 
friends about the tight white ass you had. About 
the girl who would spread her legs, suck your cock, 
do anything to have Lord Boa in her cunt. Yes, I 
want you in my cunt. Anytime. Anywhere. In my 
cuntŠ"

As the black snake began to uncoil, she changed 
tactics, sitting up and running her hands all over 
her body. Bending over, she offered him her tits 
for the sucking, a gift he claimed with obvious 
delight. Pink tongue, black mouth, white flesh and 
coral nips all flowed together before Brian's eyes, 
causing his head to spin and his cock to pound. 
Intensely stimulated, he pulled out his own cock 
and began lightly stroking it, his eyes never 
leaving the scene before him. Lord Boa had 
regenerated to its half erect state, needing only a 
little more stimulation to reach its full 
potential. Reaching down between her legs, Deb 
scooped up a generous portion of her juices and his 
cum, bringing it up and smearing it on the ebony 
monster. With that he relinquished her boobs and 
ended his tit feast, smiling as he watched her 
eagerly gobble the spent cum from his rod. By the 
time she had cleaned it from tip to balls, he'd 
regained his erection, the veins and meat seeming 
to quiver and pulsate.

Flipping onto his back, the man motioned for Debbi 
to mount him. Squatting over him, she slowly let 
herself down onto his pole. Almost immediately, 
spent cum began leaking down his shaft, pushed out 
by the thick meat entering her cunt. Perched atop 
him, his dick buried deep in her hole, she had the 
look of a crazed but confused jockey. For his part, 
he generally just lay there, reaching up every so 
often to caress or fondle her titties. Deb didn't 
even seem to notice that, so intent was she on 
rocking back and forth on his thick dick. Soon, 
though, she began to actively slide up and down on 
it, driven by her lust to get ever more stimulation 
between her legs. In mere minutes she was bucking 
up and down on him, his cock so long that there was 
never a danger that it might slide free. 

Up an down, back and forth she fucked him, her legs 
given new strength by her growing passion. As she 
bounced on him, her tits flew up and down, knocking 
together in a crazy, erotic dance. Brian had seen 
her like this before when she'd ridden his own 
cock. But it was much different, much more intense 
watching her from farther away, unleashing her lust 
on the cock of another man. As her orgasm built, 
Brian could almost see its effects rippling through 
her body. Beginning in the valley where her cunt 
met his balls, the shockwaves spread up her torso 
and out into her limbs, causing her muscles to 
spasm uncontrollably, and releasing a beastly yowl 
of pleasure. Trembling violently, she fell 
downward, her cunt and ass still held vertical by 
the erection within her.

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 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.

