The Surfers Blowjob

It was going to happen sooner or later. I’d opened up to my wife and poured all my cuckold fantasies out to her. Instead of recoiling in disgust at me, she was actually intrigued by the idea. Her body, her rules, me as the fuck toy and foot slave. She couldn’t go wrong. She likes surfer boys apparently, and it was only a matter of time before one of her surfer friends here on the coast found out about our arrangement. He messaged her one day asking what the “limits” were and she told him what we’d agreed to; anything goes as long as her husband gets to be in the room as the cuckold and foot bitch. He took awhile to respond back to her. I’m not sure if he was busy and didn’t get the message, or if he was going over the scenario in his head and wondering if he could deal with the situation of having her husband present. Whatever the case, he sent her a text back later that evening simply asking, “How about a blow job?”

The evening was open, so he decided to come over while he had the chance. She and I arranged a spot in our bedroom on my mattress on the floor to give everyone some space to move around. She wanted to sit and ride on my dick while sucking his, so I wanted her to be comfortable. My heart thumped hard in my chest a few times as I took in the imagery. Waiting for the time to arrive seemed like an eternity. She was noticeably giddy and a little nervous, but it’s always like that for her. It’s always new and exciting, although sometimes she gets a little shy. The knock on the front door finally came and she ushered him inside. I’d expected a thin, wiry kid. Instead, this guy was about 6’1, toned, tanned and looked like he’d stepped out of a Baywatch episode, even down to the beach shorts and flip flops. She’s only 4’9…he looked like King Kong next to her. I should have known. She likes the big guys. As a rule, I generally don’t interact much with her guys once they’re inside our home. She’s in control, I just sit and lay where she points and make sure that they both have what they need and are comfortable. This evening was no different.

The only thing they wanted was a few shots of tequila, which I promptly grabbed and served. I did my duty and sat at her feet, my lap a footrest for her as they got comfy and made small talk. After a few shots and a few minutes of them chatting, it seemed she was ready. The tequila had started to work and she was running her hand up and down his leg while he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. She glanced at me and I knew what I was supposed to do. I hurried to the bedroom, stripped off my clothing and laid on my mattress on the floor, using a towel under my head as a pillow. It would come in handy later. My dick was rock hard by the time she came walking into the room, leading him by the hand and kicking off her flip flops as she stepped onto the mattress. He kicked off his as she stood over me, and in one smooth movement, she pushed her shorts aside and sat right down on my cock. She was already wet and I slid easily and deeply inside of her. I groaned a bit and closed my eyes, taking in the feelings washing over me as she forcefully ground her pussy down onto my dick. When I opened them, he was standing over me, shorts pulled about halfway down. His cock was enormous in my wife’s tiny hand as she stroked him gently from balls to head and back again. She had her lips on the head of his cock when she glanced down at me. I maintained eye contact with her as she took his whole dick into her mouth and bounced up and down on my cock a few times.

As a general rule, I’m allowed to touch her as long as I don’t interfere with what she and her lover are doing, so I laid there, running my hands over her calves and over the soles of her soft little feet. The whole time, her mouth was stuffed full of this guy. I realized at that point, I didn’t even know the guys name. I’m laying here, my wife riding my dick and sucking this friend of hers and I don’t even know his name. Probably for the best. My thoughts were cut short as I felt something come down onto my chest and I realized it was his bare foot. Goddamn, this guy had big feet. He’d moved around a bit to stand over the top of me so she didn’t have to turn to the side. Now she was in full swing, stroking his cock and deep throating him at the same time. His foot on my chest was probably partially dominance, but he was using me for balance as he wrapped his large hand around the back of her head and shoved his hips into her face over and over. She almost choked on his cock, but maintained herself. That apparently pleased him, because he began stroking her hair and running his fingers across her cheeks.

I looked down at my body, flattened under my wife bouncing on my dick and underneath this Alphas wide foot pushing down on my chest. With one hand still on his cock, she wrapped her other arm around the calf that was standing on me and hugged her body against it. That did it for me. Seeing her caress the Alpha leg that was pinning me down, while sucking his dick was my button. I came HARD in her. She felt the explosion between her legs, and as my warm cum filled her cunt, it caused her to shiver and orgasm as well. She clamped down on his cock with her lips, causing him to lean into her, pushing his pulsing dick down her throat and putting more weight on my chest. She gives great blow jobs and she’d taken him to his breaking point. As he came, he shifted his weight onto my chest, shoving his cock further into her mouth. He filled her little cheeks and it spilled out onto her chin and down onto her tits. I was lying there dealing with her juices, running over my balls and onto the mattress as she moaned and orgasmed over and over. She ground her pussy into me a few times before relaxing and pulling his wet cock from her mouth. I grabbed the towel underneath my head and handed it to her as she shakily stood to her feet. She still had his dick in her hand when she put her little bare foot down on my chest next to his and leaned in to kiss him.

My cock got hard all over again as I watched her kissing him and then using the towel to clean herself first, and then wipe off his dick. She pulled up his shorts, took his hand and stepped up onto my chest, walking across me and dropping the towel by my head as she passed. Following her lead, he stepped onto my chest and over me like I was just part of the floor, crushing my rib cage down under his weight as he did. They both walked into the living room where they shared one last kiss before he left and she closed the door behind him. I hadn’t moved yet, still taking it all in, lying there covered in her cum with their footprints still fresh on my skin. She walked in and put a foot on my chest. “Round 2?” she asked with a devilish grin. Who was I to resist such an offer?

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