Hubby's Corner: Wife Ravished by Hung Neighbor

Hey everyone on Hubby's Corner, it's Mark here, posting my confession because I can't keep this buried anymore. My name's Mark, 32, married to the most stunning woman—Lisa, 28, with curves that turn heads everywhere we go. Long auburn hair, full C-cup tits that strain against her tank tops, and an ass so round and firm it makes yoga pants a public hazard. We've been together eight years, always had a solid sex life, but nothing prepared me for Jake, our next-door neighbor.

Jake's 30, built like a goddamn Greek god—six-foot-four, ripped from years of construction work, with tattoos snaking up his thick arms and a jawline that could cut glass. But it's his bulge that haunts me. The first time I noticed it was when he offered to fix our leaky faucet last summer. He showed up in tight jeans that did nothing to hide the massive outline snaking down his thigh. Lisa was in the kitchen, wearing those tiny denim shorts, and as he bent over the sink, wrench in hand, she kept stealing glances. Her cheeks flushed pink, and when he straightened up, stretching those broad shoulders, his crotch was right at eye level. She bit her lip, eyes lingering way too long on that obscene swell. I felt it hit me like a truck—a twist in my gut, humiliating jealousy, but fuck, my dick twitched in my pants. Hard. Watching my wife eye-fuck another man's package while he grinned knowingly? It was my first taste of that sick cuckold thrill. He started coming over more—garage door stuck? Jake's there. AC acting up? Jake's toolbox saves the day. Each time, Lisa's blushes got deeper, her laughs breathier, and I'd catch her staring at his bulge like it was the eighth wonder. I'd jerk off later, ashamed but rock-hard, imagining what that monster could do to her.

It built up unbearable tension. Lisa would tease me about it in bed, whispering how "helpful" Jake was, her hand stroking my cock slower than usual, making me beg. I knew we had to address it, so one Friday night, I manned up—or so I thought—and invited Jake over for drinks to "clear the air." Beers in hand, we sat in the living room, Lisa in a skimpy sundress that hugged her tits and barely covered her thighs. She perched on the arm of the couch next to Jake, her bare leg brushing his jeans. "Thanks for always being our hero, Jake," she purred, her fingers trailing lightly over his bicep as she handed him a beer. He chuckled, deep and dominant, his eyes raking over her cleavage. "Anytime, Lisa. Mark's lucky to have you—sexy as hell, and he knows it."

The air thickened. I shifted uncomfortably, my face burning, but my cock was already stirring. Lisa leaned in closer, her hand now resting on his thigh, inches from that bulge. "You're the one who's trouble," she teased, her voice husky. Jake didn't flinch; he set his beer down and pulled her onto his lap with one strong arm, like I wasn't even there. "Is that right? Bet Mark doesn't mind sharing a little, do you buddy?" His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her dress higher, exposing her lacy black thong. Lisa gasped but ground down instinctively, her hips rolling against the massive ridge straining his jeans. I froze in the armchair across from them, mouth dry, dick throbbing painfully in my shorts. She looked at me, eyes glazed with lust, and moaned softly as she felt him—really felt him—his huge cock pulsing under her pussy.

It escalated fast. Lisa's hands roamed his chest, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal those chiseled abs, while she rocked harder on his lap, her thong soaked through. Jake groped her tits through the dress, thumbs circling her hard nipples. "Fuck, you're dripping for me already, Lisa. Mark ever make you this wet?" She whimpered, glancing at me with a mix of apology and fire. "No... he's never felt this big." My heart pounded, humiliation flooding me, but I couldn't look away—couldn't stop my hand from palming my smaller erection. They kissed then, hot and sloppy, her tongue dancing with his while she humped his bulge shamelessly. Jake's fingers slipped under her thong, teasing her clit, and she broke the kiss with a cry. "Oh God, Jake... I need it. Fuck me right here. Please." Breathless, consensual, begging for his cock on our couch while her husband watched. That was it—the edge. No turning back.

Jake stood in one fluid motion, lifting Lisa with him like she weighed nothing, and spun her around so she faced me on her knees on the couch cushions. He yanked her thong aside, the soaked lace snapping against her thigh, and freed his cock with a grunt. It sprang out thick and veiny, easily ten inches of heavy meat that slapped up against her ass cheek, the fat head already glistening. Lisa stared back over her shoulder at me, pupils blown, and whispered, “Watch him stretch me, baby. I need it so bad.”

I nodded, voice cracked. “Do it. Fuck her.” My shorts were shoved down, fist wrapped tight around my own average cock as Jake notched that monster against her dripping pussy and shoved forward. Lisa’s mouth fell open in a raw moan the second the broad head forced her lips wide. Inch after thick inch disappeared into her, her walls visibly clutching and ripple-stretched around the girth until he bottomed out, balls pressed flush to her clit. She sobbed in pure pleasure, nails digging into the couch. “Oh fuck—so full—Mark, look how deep he is!”

Jake gripped her hips hard enough to leave red prints and started pounding, long strokes that made her tits bounce free of the sundress. Every wet slap echoed through the living room. “Tight little married cunt,” he growled, “milking me already. You feel that, Mark? Your wife’s pussy was made for a real cock.” Lisa pushed back greedily to meet every thrust, her auburn hair sticking to her sweaty neck, crying out yeses and more and harder. I stroked faster, humiliation burning hot in my chest while my dick leaked all over my fist.

He flipped her onto her back without pulling out, hiked her legs over his shoulders, and drove down harder. The new angle let me see everything—her pussy lips stretched paper-thin around his shaft, cream coating him on every withdrawal. Lisa reached for me, grabbing my wrist and yanking me closer until my cock brushed her cheek. “Feed it to me while he ruins me,” she begged. I pushed past her lips and she sucked hungrily, gagging herself on my length in time with Jake’s thrusts. The dual sensation of her throat vibrating around me and the wet sounds of that huge cock wrecking her cunt had me shaking.

Jake’s pace turned savage. He leaned down, sucked one of her nipples hard, then bit the other just enough to make her squeal around my cock. “Gonna fill this hole,” he warned. “You want my cum dripping out of your wife, Mark?” I could only groan and nod, fucking her mouth shallowly while she kept eye contact with me, tears of lust streaking her face. Lisa’s free hand shot between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously. Her body locked up first—thighs clamping Jake’s waist, pussy spasming visibly as she came hard, muffled screams vibrating my shaft. That triggered Jake. He roared, buried himself to the root, and pumped thick ropes deep inside her. I watched his balls twitch with every spurt, watched her belly hitch as she took it all.

The sight finished me. I yanked free of her mouth and painted her tits and chin with my own load, strips of cum landing across the same tits Jake was still fondling. Lisa kept coming in aftershocks, pussy fluttering and pushing Jake’s thick white cream out around his slowly softening cock until it ran down her ass crack onto the couch.

He finally pulled out with a wet pop. Lisa lay sprawled, legs still open, fucked-out and glowing, a glossy river of cum leaking from her well-used hole. She reached for both of us, pulling Jake down for a sloppy kiss then turning to me with the same hungry mouth. “Come clean me up together,” she murmured. We did—tongues meeting over her messy pussy, tasting Jake’s load mixed with her juices while she stroked our hair and whispered how perfect it felt. Jake eventually dressed, clapped me on the shoulder with a grin, and left us with a promise to “fix anything else that needs attention.” Lisa and I collapsed together on the cum-stained cushions, her hand lazily playing with my spent cock, both of us already planning the next Friday.