His Wife's BBC Spitroast Creampie

Tobias had buried the truth of his college years so deep he sometimes forgot the taste. At nineteen he had experimented freely with his closest friend and a rotation of other men on campus, dropping to his knees in dorm rooms whenever the hunger rose, learning how a cock felt heavy on his tongue and how quickly he could make another man shake. Those nights ended when he married Tamara. She was thirty-six now and he was thirty-eight, a father of two whose house had gone quiet in the one room that mattered. Their bedroom was dead. Sex had dwindled to nothing; they slept on separate edges of the mattress and spoke only about schedules and bills.

The fracture came on a Tuesday evening. Tamara, finished early from her shift as a clinic nurse, heard wet sounds from the garage and opened the door. Tobias knelt on the concrete with a stranger’s cock buried in his mouth. The man was Calvin, forty-two, a neighbor who had stopped by for a socket wrench and stayed when Tobias sank down without being asked. Calvin’s hands fisted in Tobias’s hair, hips rolling, while Tobias sucked with the same desperate focus he had shown at nineteen, saliva shining on his chin. Tamara’s keys clattered. Tobias yanked back, the cock slipping free, a strand of spit stretching and breaking. Tears flooded his eyes at once.

“Please,” he choked. “One last chance. I’ll never touch another man unless you say so. You can have a full hall pass—anyone, anytime, no questions from me. Just don’t end this. I’ll do whatever keeps our family together.” His voice cracked on every word. Calvin zipped up and left without speaking. Tamara stood rigid for a long moment, then gave a single tight nod. “Hall pass. You stay faithful to the rules I set, or I walk.” Tobias stayed on his knees and agreed, relief and dread twisting together in his gut. The deal was sealed above the oil stains, their dead marriage granted one narrow extension.

Weeks passed with the children at Tamara’s parents’ house on weekends and Tobias moving through his accounting office like a ghost. He showered and stroked himself to the memory of college cocks and the way Calvin had throbbed against his tongue, then hated the craving and craved it harder. Tamara barely looked at him. She smiled at her phone in the evenings and said nothing about the hall pass. He had begged so completely that the silence felt like a held breath.

She used the pass on a bright Thursday while he was still at his desk. Two men arrived within the hour: Andre, twenty-nine, tall and thick through the chest, and Terrence, thirty-one, a shade taller with a neat beard and hands that spanned her waist easily. Both were black, confident, and already half-hard when she opened the door in a short sundress and nothing underneath. The living room filled with their low voices and the clean scent of their skin. Tamara flirted without hesitation, laughing too brightly, letting Andre’s palm slide up her thigh while she pressed her ass back against Terrence’s groin and felt the heavy length of him through his pants.

“My husband gave me this,” she said, eyes bright. “I’ve been dreaming about both of you stretching me at once.” They needed no further invitation. Andre kissed her hard, tongue deep, while Terrence peeled the dress over her head and tossed her panties aside. Naked, her body soft from motherhood and flushed with want, she dropped between them and licked from one thick cock to the other, tasting salt and heat, getting them slick and shining. Andre’s shaft was long and vein-ridged, curving upward; Terrence’s was heavier, the head broad and dark. She moaned at the weight of them on her tongue.

They moved her to the sofa. She straddled Andre and sank down, taking every inch of his cock into her soaked pussy with a broken cry. The stretch burned sweet and deep. Terrence stood at the end of the cushions and fed his length into her open mouth. She gagged happily, saliva spilling, and they found a ruthless rhythm—Andre thrusting up into her clenching heat while Terrence fucked her throat until her nose brushed his stomach. Her tits bounced. Wet sounds filled the room. Between strokes she grabbed her phone, thumbs flying: Come home right now if you still want to save this marriage. Walk in and do exactly what I tell you. She sent it, dropped the phone, and swallowed Terrence again, humming as both men used her without pause. She was already shaking toward an orgasm when the front door opened.

Tobias stepped into the living room and stopped cold. His wife was bent over the sofa arm, spit-roasted between the two men. Andre’s thick black cock stuffed her throat, her cheeks hollowed, spit dripping onto the cushion. Terrence stood behind her, gripping her hips and pounding her pussy with long, wet strokes that made her ass ripple. She moaned around the shaft in her mouth, eyes rolling, completely lost in it. Both men glanced at Tobias and kept fucking her, unhurried and sure.

Tamara pulled off Andre’s cock with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head. “Strip,” she ordered, voice hoarse and commanding. “Get naked and get on the floor underneath me. Right now.” Tobias’s hands shook as he obeyed, shirt and pants and briefs hitting the rug in a heap. His own cock was already rigid, leaking. He lay on his back on the carpet. Tamara climbed off the sofa and positioned herself on hands and knees directly above him, her soaked pussy and tight ass hovering inches from his face, thighs trembling. “Open your mouth and drink everything,” she said. “Every drop. You’re going to clean me while they keep fucking me.”

Andre moved to her head again and slid back into her throat. Terrence knelt behind her, lined his heavy cock up with her pussy, and drove in to the hilt. The force rocked her forward. Juices and the first smear of precum dripped straight down onto Tobias’s waiting tongue. He licked eagerly, tasting her slick salt and the darker musk of Terrence’s cock. Each thrust pushed more fluid out of her stretched hole and into his mouth. He swallowed, then opened wider, letting the mix coat his lips and chin. Tamara moaned around Andre, pushing her hips back to take Terrence deeper, deliberately grinding so that every withdrawal sent a fresh trickle onto her husband’s face.

Terrence fucked her hard for several minutes, balls slapping, until he groaned and buried himself. Hot cum flooded her pussy. When he pulled out, thick white ropes and her own cream poured down in heavy strands. Tobias caught them, drinking greedily, licking up into her fluttering hole to pull more out with his tongue. She shuddered and came, thighs clamping, more wetness gushing over his mouth. “Don’t waste it,” she gasped after Andre let her breathe. “Lick it all.”

They switched without pause. Andre took Terrence’s place behind her and pressed his cock, still wet from her throat, against her ass. She pushed back, and he sank into her tighter hole with a low growl. The stretch made her cry out. Fresh lube of spit and her juices eased the way, and soon he was pounding her ass in deep, dominating strokes. Every thrust forced leftover cum from her pussy and new slick from her ass down onto Tobias. He drank from both holes, tongue working frantically over her cunt and then up to her ass whenever Andre withdrew far enough for the mess to spill. The taste was thicker now, salty and bitter and hers. He swallowed load after load of the mixture, nose buried against her, breathing her in.

Andre pulled out suddenly, cock shining and pulsing. He swung around, gripped Tobias by the hair, and fed the head straight between his lips. “From the source,” Andre said, voice rough. He stroked once and came hard, pumping thick spurts of cum directly onto Tobias’s tongue and down his throat. Tobias sucked obediently, swallowing every pulse, cleaning the shaft until Andre was spent and shining with spit. Tamara watched, panting, and smiled. “Good boy. Keep going.”

Terrence had already moved. While Tobias lay there drinking, Terrence slicked his own cock with the mess still dripping from Tamara and pressed the broad head against Tobias’s ass. Tobias spread his legs wider without being told, hole clenching then yielding. Terrence pushed in slow and relentless, stretching him open inch by inch until he was seated deep. The burn flared bright, then melted into heavy fullness. Terrence began to fuck him with long, owning strokes, one hand braced on the floor, the other reaching up to keep Tamara positioned. Each thrust shoved Tobias’s face harder against his wife’s holes.

They kept the rhythm for a long time. Andre returned to Tamara’s pussy, fucking her while Terrence railed Tobias’s ass. Cum and girl-cum poured steadily into Tobias’s mouth; he drank it all, licking her clean between every withdrawal, then opening for Andre whenever the man pulled out to feed him another fresh load straight from the cock. Terrence came once deep in Tobias’s ass, flooding him, then stayed hard and kept thrusting through the mess, using his own creampie as lube. Tamara came again and again, shaking above her husband, ordering him to suck the mixed seed from her cunt and from her ass after Andre filled that hole too. Both men took turns in every one of her holes—mouth, pussy, ass—pumping her full multiple times until she was overflowing and trembling. Tobias swallowed until his stomach felt warm and heavy, face glazed, ass stuffed and fucked raw by Terrence’s relentless strokes. Dirty praise spilled from all three of them: cuck, cleanup hole, good little bottom. He answered only with eager moans and deeper licks, devoted and wrecked and exactly where he had begged to be allowed to stay.

Months later Tamara’s doctor confirmed what her rounding belly already showed. She was pregnant, and the timing and the baby’s features left no doubt it belonged to Andre or Terrence. Tobias kissed the swell of her stomach that night with quiet, submissive devotion, their old dead marriage gone for good and replaced by the new shape of things. He already had the next weekend circled in his mind. He would text the men himself this time, ask them to come over while the children were away again, and have Tamara ride his face the entire night so he could drink every fresh load they gave her before they bent him over and used his ass until he couldn’t walk. The plan sat warm and certain behind his eyes as he rested his cheek against her skin.