For over a year now Chell has had a fuck buddy called Jay that she met at the gym. She has been cuckolding me the entire time, but I was allowed back into the frame enough to know what was going on to an extent. We’d spoken more openly about the fun she was having with Jay and his mates, and with just Jay on his own.

They met up on a regular basis throughout the week — straight after the gym, at weekends, or on evenings when I wasn’t there.

This week I was meant to be working away on the Wednesday night. In the end I no longer needed to be away, and of course I let Chell know. She was completely fine with it, even commenting in her text:

“That would be really good, babe. Be nice to have you at home during the week a bit more.”

She did, however, follow on with:

“I did have some plans Wednesday evening, but I shouldn’t change them. I’m meant to be meeting up with my friend for a short while — they’re popping over around about 7 o’clock.”

I knew straight away who she meant, especially because she didn’t really hang out with any girl friends except on the very odd occasion.

I went off to work as normal on the Wednesday and got home around 5 o’clock. I prepared dinner because I was home early and stayed in regular contact with Chell.

Chell got home shortly after I dished up dinner. The usual pleasantries, hugs, and chats about what our days had been like and who had pissed us off — the normal stuff. Then she took herself off upstairs, telling me she was going to grab a shower. Nothing odd about that. I went into the kitchen to tidy up, load the dishwasher, and wash the pans I’d used to cook. The time was roughly 6:30 at this stage.

Chell came out of the shower and back downstairs just in her dressing gown — a thin, silky material that was almost see-through. Nothing out of the ordinary at home. I played a little dumb and asked the rhetorical question:

“I thought you had someone coming round at seven?”

Chell promptly said that she did, and they were still coming over and would be there in about ten or fifteen minutes.

I opened my mouth again, making the assumption:

“Oh, is this Jay that’s coming over?”

She turned and smiled.

“Yes, it’s Jay. And if you want, you can watch. But that’s all — just watch. You’re not allowed to join in, not allowed to touch either of us, not allowed to speak unless I say so. Sit there and keep quiet. Understood?”

I nodded. My cock was already starting to thicken inside my jeans.

It was the longest ten minutes of my life. Chell sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen finishing a cup of tea. Then the Ring doorbell went off — someone had pulled up on the drive. She quickly drained the last of her drink, stood up, walked past me, and told me to put the small IKEA rocking chair in the corner of the lounge facing the sofa. Then she went to the front door.

I grabbed the chair, pulled it over to where she’d directed, and sat down.

Chell came back into the lounge with Jay right behind her. This was the first time I’d ever seen him in the flesh. He was a larger-than-life character, almost filling the doorway as he came through, wearing tight gym shorts and a top that showed off his biceps and tattoos. He looked straight at me, walked over, and held out his hand. I stood up and shook it. His grip was firm and confident.

“You’re alright, mate,” he said with a big smile.

I smiled back and said yes. He wasn’t interested in any further conversation; his eyes were already back on Chell.

They stood in front of the sofa. He gave her a big hug, bending almost double to reach down and give her a long, sloppy French kiss. They kept snogging for a good thirty seconds. While they kissed, Chell’s hand came round and squeezed his arse, and Jay’s massive hand almost completely covered one of her arse cheeks as he gave it a firm squeeze in return.

When they broke the kiss, Jay’s hands came round to the front of her dressing gown, undid the strap, and let it fall open. He pushed it off her shoulders, leaving Chell completely naked in front of the sofa. Without a word she dropped to her knees and pulled his cock out of his shorts.

To say I was envious and jealous was an understatement. It wasn’t just the length — it was clearly very long — but the girth. It was easily the size of a large Red Bull can. A huge part of me wanted to go and help her with it. She could only get her mouth around the first two or three inches. She worked magic on it for several minutes, moaning around the thick shaft as she did.

“That’s it, you dirty little slut,” Jay growled, looking down at her. “Suck that fucking cock. Show your husband how much of a greedy whore you are.”

Chell moaned louder in response, clearly loving every word, and pushed herself further onto him. Watching her take it was like watching someone devour their favourite treat. She must have spent nearly seven or eight minutes on him, sliding what she could of it up and down in her mouth while massaging the shaft with both hands, wet, hungry noises filling the room.

Then Jay put one hand on her head and pushed her off his cock. He looked down at her and said:

“Your turn, slut.”

Chell sat back on the sofa, arse hanging over the edge. As she got comfortable, Jay picked up both her legs, scooped them up over his shoulders, and crouched down onto his knees, positioning his head between her thighs. He went to town on her cunt. Her legs were wedged up on his massive shoulders while both his hands slid up her body, gently massaging her tits and squeezing her nipples between his thick fingers.

The size difference was massively obvious at this point. Chell is only about five foot five; Jay is well over six foot five. She looked like a ragdoll in his hands. It wasn’t long before she started letting out deep, shameless moans, her hands going to the back of his head and pulling him harder against her cunt every now and again.

“Fuck… yes… eat my cunt, Jay… make your dirty slut cum,” she panted, completely lost in it.

Jay moved his hands down underneath her legs and held her open. Her flaps are quite big, and he kept them spread so I could see everything.

He must have been down on her for about four minutes before she came for the first time, moaning deeply and twitching. I’ve been in that position myself and she usually tries to close her legs with the pleasure, but Jay was far stronger than me and held her wide open so I could see and hear every pulse of the orgasm. My cock was bulging hard in my jeans by then. I couldn’t resist any longer — I unzipped and pulled it out so I could stroke myself while I watched.

Jay carried on eating her for quite some time, making her cum at least four times while he was down there. On the fifth orgasm Chell let out a yelp:

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me squirt!”

She tried to push his head away the way she sometimes does with me, but his pure strength overpowered her and he kept going as she convulsed on the sofa. Sure enough I watched her squirt, juices hitting the floor while Jay made a meal of it, slurping and trying to catch every drop.

“Good girl,” he muttered between licks. “Squirt for me, you filthy little slut.”

After another thirty or forty seconds he finally pulled away from her cunt. As he rose up he yanked his shorts down, revealing a tattoo of a bull’s head on one arse cheek. He stood fully to finish taking them off. His massive thighs were rippling with muscle the whole time. As soon as his shorts were clear, Chell sat forward, grabbed his fat cock, and took it straight back into her mouth for a quick, greedy suck and stroke. No sooner had she latched on than Jay pushed her away again.

“Nah, babe. Main course time.”

He pushed her back onto the sofa. I could see the massive smile on Chell’s face — something I don’t think I’d quite seen before. Pure, overwhelming excitement at the thought of taking that cock. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

He repositioned himself on the floor between her legs. She scooped her own legs up, grabbed behind her knees, and opened herself wide for him. Before Jay blocked my view I saw her cunt open and ready. He eased the head between her flaps. Chell let go of one leg, reached down, and helped guide him in.

I had to lean over in my chair to get a better angle as her cunt slowly swallowed his cock. Her face said everything — eyes closed, automatically moaning in a deep tone I’d never heard from her before.

“Fuck… it’s so thick… oh my god…” she whimpered.

“Take it, you dirty slut,” Jay said, voice low and rough. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? A proper cock stretching that married cunt out.”

“Yes… yes, fuck me… use me…” Chell moaned back, clearly getting off on every insult.

She started panting heavily as he worked just the first two or three inches in and out. He pulled almost all the way back to the head, then slowly pushed a little deeper. She came again on that stroke, crying out loudly. This slow, teasing dance went on for about four minutes — him easing out to the tip and then feeding her a little more each time, sometimes only giving her a few inches, sometimes pushing deeper, while she kept moaning and begging for more.

After a few more minutes of that he started to moan too. On the next thrust I caught a clear glimpse of the head almost leaving her cunt before he slowly drove back in. I found myself counting the inches as they disappeared: one… two… three… four… five… six… until his entire cock was buried inside her. She let out an almighty orgasm and moaned really loudly.

“That’s it… take every fucking inch, you dirty little whore,” Jay growled as he bottomed out.

Once he was fully in he stopped the long strokes and just gave her short, deep hip movements while they both ground together. Chell came several more times over the next few minutes, each orgasm louder than the last, her voice breaking as she kept answering him.

“Yes… I’m your slut… fill me… fuck your dirty slut…”

At one point she even tried to pull him deeper while she was orgasming with him inside her.

Then Jay’s rhythm suddenly changed. He grabbed her hard by the hips, almost pulled his cock all the way out until just the head was left inside, and then slammed it straight back in to the hilt. The wet, filthy sound of her cunt being pounded filled the room as he started fucking her properly — fast, deep, and relentless. Every thrust made a loud, wet slap as his hips met hers. Chell’s moans turned into continuous, broken cries.

“Fuck… yes… harder… use your dirty slut…” she sobbed between the impacts.

After another minute of that brutal pace Jay announced he was going to shoot.

Chell answered straight away, voice thick with need:

“Go on, babe. Deep inside me. Fill me up… breed your dirty slut.”

Jay’s hands stayed locked on her hips. He yanked her onto him really tight with every hard thrust and then let out a deep, lion-like moan as he filled her cunt. He finished with another four or five deep, punishing thrusts that made her cum again.

When she finished he leaned forward and kissed her. This time the kiss wasn’t brief. They stayed locked together for a full minute and a half, kissing deeply and passionately — tongues moving, soft wet sounds. Chell wrapped her legs tightly around behind his arse and pulled him in as deep as she could, trying to keep his still-hard cock buried inside her. At the same time her arms were wrapped as far as they would go around his broad, muscular back, holding onto him like she never wanted to let go. It was slow, intense, and intimate, the complete opposite of the hard fucking that had just happened.

Only after that long, lingering kiss did he finally break away and slide his cock out. It had gone soft but was still huge. As it flopped free her cunt stayed wide open and I watched his thick, creamy cum start to leak out onto the floor.

Jay stood up and pulled his shorts and boxers back on. Once he was dressed he walked straight over to where I was still sitting. He gave me a firm pat on the back and said, “Cheers, mate. Appreciate it.”

Then he turned back to Chell.

Chell stood up from the sofa. As she did, a thick string of Jay’s cum stretched from her open cunt and then broke, landing on the floor with a soft wet sound. More of it immediately began to trickle down the insides of her thighs in slow, heavy trails. She didn’t bother wiping any of it away or reaching for her dressing gown. Completely naked, with his load still leaking out of her, she walked with him to the front door.

I heard the soft sound of them kissing goodbye in the hallway. A few seconds later the front door closed.

Chell walked straight back into the lounge, still completely naked, cum continuing to drip from her well-used cunt and run down her legs. She looked at me as if nothing unusual had happened at all, picked up her phone from the side, and casually asked if I wanted a cup of tea.