Liz was stepping out of the shower when the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so she reached for her phone and navigated to the app that controlled their home security system.

Squinting at her phone’s screen, Liz saw her neighbor standing on the front porch. She pressed the icon that allowed her voice to transmit through the camera. “Hey, Arthur. Just wrapping something up. Give me two minutes.”

She finished toweling off, grabbed her robe, and made her way downstairs to the front door.

When Liz answered the door with wet hair and wearing only a robe, Arthur took an awkward step back. “Oh, Elizabeth! I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to catch you at an inconvenient time. I can come back later.”

Arthur was an older gentleman. He had thick silver hair and appeared to be in excellent shape for a senior citizen. They had been neighbors for nearly twenty years. While they weren’t close, they were cordial. Other than knowing he was retired and that his wife passed away several years ago, she knew very little about him.

“Nonsense,” said Liz, adjusting the drawstring on her robe. “What’s up?”

“Well, I have been shopping for a new television recently. So many different options: OLED, LED, LCD, QLED, WOLED. Did you know they are selling 8K models?” Looking over his shoulder, he chuckled to himself. “Of course you do. You and Jonathan just bought a new TV.” 

Next to the recycling bin was a large cardboard box for an 83-inch OLED television.

“I noticed the box. That just happens to be the same model I’ve been looking at. I was wondering if I could see it in person. I can come back later when you are decent or when Jonathan is around.” 

He started to turn around to step off the porch when Liz reached out and touched his arm. 

“No, no, no. Arthur, please come on in.” Stepping to the side and holding the door open, she gestured with her hand. “I’ve got a few things to take care of, but you are welcome to look at the TV.” 

When he didn’t respond immediately, she said, “Arthur, come in. I really don’t mind.”

Arthur nodded and stepped inside. 

Leading the way, Liz glanced over her shoulder and offered a reassuring smile. “Follow me. The TV is downstairs.”

They made their way through the house and into a large entertainment room on the lower level. 

Looking around the room, Arthur noticed an impressive bar area, a pool table, and a massive fireplace. On the far wall, surrounded by three plush couches, was a brand-new 83-inch OLED TV. 

“Nice setup, Elizabeth.”

“Thanks, but this is all John,” Liz said, motioning toward the couches. “Here, have a seat.”

Standing next to him, she picked up the remote control and hit the power button. When the TV came to life, what she saw shocked her. 

Porn. 

The scene, which had been paused, featured an attractive middle-aged couple. Both were clearly naked. And they were, without a doubt, having sex.

Liz quickly pointed the remote towards the television, frantically trying to turn it off. 

Before she could thumb the power button, Arthur reached out with uncanny quickness and snatched the remote from her.

“What do we have here?” he asked, laughing out loud. “Porn, huh? I always thought the two of you were pretty high-strung. Never would have imagined this in a million years.”

“Um, that isn’t mine,” whispered Liz, frantically trying to figure out how to defuse the situation.

“Looks like something is streaming to the TV,” Arthur suggested, looking around the room. He noticed an open laptop on the bar. “There! That’s gotta be it.”

He quickly crossed the room and tilted the screen back to get a better look at the computer. 

“Elizabeth, be a dear and unlock this for me.”

Liz just stood there, clearly shocked and staring blankly at the TV.

Arthur cleared his throat. “Um, Elizabeth?” 

Nothing.

Then, in a more demanding voice, “Elizabeth! Password, now!”

Liz’s head snapped towards Arthur’s voice. Her gut told her to refuse, to ask him to leave. But there was something about his tone. Something that both intrigued and terrified her. 

She tentatively crossed the room and unlocked the PC with her fingerprint. 

Arthur reached past her and pressed the play icon beneath the video. Suddenly, the television came to life.

Walking back across the room to get a better view, Arthur whistled in approval. “Wow. Deep blacks. Excellent color balance. Ultra 4K, right? It looks even better here than it did in the store. Excellent choice, Elizabeth.”

He then dropped down onto the couch and leaned back, taking in the porn scene. Turning towards Liz, he waved her over to join him. Patting the couch cushion next to him, he said. “Elizabeth, be a dear and please join me.”

Liz obeyed and reluctantly sat next to Arthur. 

They were both silent as they watched the scene unfold. A couple was on a large bed. An attractive, well-endowed man was savagely fucking a sexy, middle-aged woman from behind. Across the room sat another man, smiling, his hand wrapped around his cock. The man on the bed was telling the other guy how tight his wife’s pussy was while also shaming him for how inadequate his tiny cock was. 

“Cuckold porn. You and Jonathan, huh? Holy shit.”

Liz was speechless. She knew John sometimes watched porn. He even invited her to watch it with him a few times. Recently, he had suggested ‘spicing’ things up in their marriage. But this? What was this?

“I told you, this isn’t mine,” she mumbled, finding her voice, clearly embarrassed. 

“I believe you.” Rubbing his chin, he talked through the other options. “The twins. Freshmen in college, right? Too young to appreciate cucking. Must be Jonathan’s. Hmmm, never would have guessed.”

Liz clutched the drawstrings of her robe and reluctantly made eye contact with him. “I am so sorry, Arthur. This is incredibly awkward.”

“This may be an inappropriate question, but do you have an open marriage?” he asked.

“What? No! Why would you ask that? And ‘cuck hold’? What in the hell is that?”

“It’s cuckold, or cucking. Not ‘cuck hold’,” he replied with an easy smile. “Cucking is when a husband encourages his wife to have open sexual relationships with other men. Sometimes the husband likes to watch. Oftentimes, there is a certain degree of humiliation involved. That is a big part of the kink for most guys. Personally, I don’t get the humiliation thing. But that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to play along.” 

Liz’s eyes shifted from Arthur to the scene playing out on the television and back to Arthur. “Play along?”

Arthur took a deep breath. “After my wife passed away,” he explained, “I had no desire to get married again. But I had, um, needs. You see, I have an incredibly high libido.”

He paused, wondering if he had crossed a line. Something about the way Elizabeth was looking at him suggested it was okay to proceed. “I learned about cucking after Mona passed, while browsing porn online and stumbling across some niche websites. I quickly realized that I was uniquely qualified to be a bull. Do you know what that is, Elizabeth?”

Liz shook her head, both captivated by what Arthur was sharing and shocked that they were actually having this conversation.

“When a couple decides the wife is going to pursue sex with other guys, or when a husband wants to take it a step further and watch his wife with another guy, they usually seek out a well-hung alpha male. That person is referred to as a bull.”

He let that sink in. “I am usually not one to brag, but let’s just say that, despite my ‘advanced’ age, I’ve never had any complaints about size or stamina. And no, I don’t need any of those fancy drugs to get it up.”

He offered her a comforting smile while she processed what he was telling her.

Looking down at her feet, she blushed. “John has been asking me about things like inviting other guys into our bedroom. He’s suggested that he doesn’t necessarily want to ‘share’ me. Instead, he wants me to fuck other guys and then tell him about it afterwards. He even suggested that he might be interested in watching me get fucked. I had no idea this was even a thing.”

Arthur didn’t say anything. He just gave her space. 

Eventually, Liz looked up. “I don’t know why I just told you that.”

“When Jonathan asked, what did you say?”

“At the time, I was offended. No, I was fucking pissed! But honestly, talking about it out loud, it doesn’t sound that bad. Our sex life has been almost non-existent for the past several years. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had an orgasm.” 

Looking back towards the television with a shy smile, she added, “And I’ve certainly never been with a man like that.”

Arthur sat and watched Liz, contemplating his next move. 

Turning away, she added, “I don’t know why I am sharing this. We hardly know each other.”

“You know,” he said, “I’ve gotta be honest. You telling me about Jonathan fantasizing about watching you with another guy, the fact that you are naked under that robe, and knowing how horny you must be, combined with the porn playing on your fancy TV…” He gestured around the room. “All of this is turning me on something fierce.”

Liz blushed again and glanced down, suddenly noticing Arthur’s hand resting on the outline of his erect cock. 

Time seemed to stand still. Liz suddenly realized she was holding her breath and staring directly at Arthur’s crotch, watching him swell against the fabric of his pants.

He paused and grinned, pleasantly surprised at her reaction. He could have sworn he noticed a small smile form at the corner of her lips. 

“You are a beautiful woman, Elizabeth. And knowing that you’ve got ‘permission’ from Jonathan, I am just going to say it. I think we should fuck.”

He paused again, giving her a chance to say no, to tell him to get the hell out of her house. She said nothing. 

Arthur looked around the room, and his eyes lit up. “I’ve got an idea. Now, feel free to say no, but this feels like fate.” 

Silence.

Feeling emboldened, he continued, “Those indoor cameras…” He gestured towards a camera mounted over the TV, another near the fireplace, and a third sitting in the bar area, likely ‘protecting’ John’s impressive bourbon collection. “I am guessing you only turn those on when you leave the house?”

Liz nodded, curious where he was going. 

“If the cameras were to be activated and if they captured motion, who would get the notifications? Jonathan? You? The kids?”

“Just me and John,” she answered.

“You are going to stay right here on this couch and turn the cameras on. I want it to be obvious that you are watching Jonathan’s little porn fantasy and that you are enjoying it. I am going to stay out of frame for a while and will tell you what to do next.”

Liz didn’t respond immediately. She just stared at the scene unfolding on the television.

“Elizabeth?”

“I don’t know… I mean, you’re an attractive man, Arthur. But I’ve never…”

Standing, he reached out and gently took her hand, slowly guiding it toward his groin. “Jonathan wants you to experience this. It can be yours, Elizabeth, if you want it.”

Liz half-heartedly attempted to pull her hand away. Arthur tightened his grip and placed her hand firmly over his cock. Glancing towards the action taking place on the television, he made his intentions crystal clear. “If you think he is impressive, you have no fucking idea.”

At first, Arthur thought she was going to push him away and run out of the room. Then he noticed something shift. There it was, a glimmer in her eyes.

Licking her lips, she squeezed his swelling cock through his pants. Tracing her hand in circles around him, he heard her mumble to herself. “Oh, my god. So big… So thick…”

Arthur gave her a moment. He needed to hear her say the words. 

Liz looked up and made eye contact again. She playfully bit her bottom lip, and with a devious grin, she choked out an enthusiastic, “Fuck, yes. John wants me to fuck another man? Let’s do this, Arthur!”

Leaning into Liz and leaving her hand on his cock, he kissed her. He reached under her robe and cupped her breast before taking an already erect nipple between two fingers. With his other hand, he reached down and casually dipped a finger into her. Then a second. And a third.

She squirmed under his touch. After a few minutes, he brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted her. When he finished licking her juices off his hand, he kissed her again and reinserted his fingers. 

Eventually, he broke the kiss. “Damn, Elizabeth. You are so fucking wet. And we are just getting started.”

Liz instinctively reached for his belt buckle, but he pushed her hands away. “Not yet, Elizabeth. We can’t go any further without Jonathan.”

Looking around the room, Arthur quickly calculated the camera angles. He stepped away and positioned himself in a space between the fireplace and the bar area, a shallow alcove that led to a restroom.

Liz shifted to the center of the couch. The camera above the television was pointed directly at her, while the camera next to the fireplace captured the back of her head and the scene playing out on the large OLED screen. 

She reached into her robe pocket and pulled out her phone. She flipped through a few screens until she found the app she was looking for. She took a deep breath and activated the three cameras in the room.

From the side of the room, Arthur started providing instructions. “Good girl, Elizabeth. Stare into the television.”

Liz moved just enough to trigger the two cameras. Then she focused on the TV. The woman was riding her bull, reverse cowgirl. She licked her lips again. This was really happening!

“Excellent. Now, tilt your chin up and look directly into the camera. Smile. Make sure Jonathan knows that you know he is watching.”

Liz did as she was told.

“Now, untie your robe. I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Liz slowly untied her robe and revealed a body that had delivered two children, but had also been toned by years of yoga and Pilates. She draped her hand across her full breasts and then down across her smooth stomach.

“Slow down, darling. Pinch and tug on your nipples for me.”

She followed his instructions, pinching and pulling on her stiff nipples, never breaking eye contact with the camera.

“Do you like that, Elizabeth?”

She let out a soft moan and nodded.

“Good. Now rub that beautiful pussy. Make it obvious to Jonathan that the idea of getting fucked by another man is making you incredibly wet.”

Arthur watched Liz as she started touching herself. Her first movements were tentative. Then she saw the light on the camera and imagined John watching. She pushed her robe open. Then she slipped a finger inside of herself, followed by a second. Her other hand dropped down and started circling her clit. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back in utter ecstasy.

Suddenly, Arthur stepped towards the couch. He unzipped his pants and wrapped his hand around his cock. 

Standing in front of Liz, he started stroking himself like it was the most natural thing in the world. With his free hand, he reached down and swatted her hands away from her pussy. He hooked two fingers, slid them deep inside of her with ease, and started fucking her with his hand. 

Glancing towards the television, he shifted his body so the camera captured both him taking care of himself and, more importantly, him pleasuring Liz. 

Arthur kept fingering her pussy. He curled his fingers and found her G-spot. When her hips started twitching, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Cum for me, Elizabeth. Now!”

This was the most intense sexual experience that Liz had ever had. Arthur’s words had pushed her right up to the edge. Between the heel of his hand rubbing against her clit, his fingers aggressively stimulating her, and his dominant tone, she lost control and came all over his hand. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

His fingers never stopped. He fucked her through her orgasm as gush after gush erupted from her pussy, covering Arthur’s hand and the couch cushions. 

When Liz finally stopped shaking, Arthur stood and peered directly into the camera. “Hey, Jonathan. We should probably get you up to speed. Elizabeth and I stumbled across your cuck porn. Sounds like you want to watch your lovely wife get fucked by a real man. Well, today’s your lucky day! Sit back and watch."

Liz was in her own world. “Holy shit. I just squirted!”

Laughing to himself, he looked down at her. “Yes, Elizabeth, you just squirted. Now be a dear and show your husband that you can handle a big cock.” 

Liz confidently slid off the couch and got on her knees, letting the robe slide off her shoulders in the process. She reached up and wrapped her hand around Arthur. Making sure she maintained eye contact the entire time, she slowly circled the head with her tongue. Then she took the tip in her mouth, savoring the pre-cum that had accumulated.

“That’s nice,” Arthur grunted. “But I think you can do better. Have you ever had a man fuck your face?”

Pulling back, Liz shook her head as a look of unease spread across her face.

“Don’t worry, Elizabeth. I’ll be gentle,” Arthur said reassuringly. “Well, at least at first.”

He reached around the back of her head and grabbed a handful of hair before forcing his cock into her mouth. When she gagged, he let her pull back to catch her breath, only to repeat the motion again and again, pushing himself deeper into her throat each time.

“That’s right, breathe through your nose and relax your throat. Oh, yeah, that feels fucking amazing. Only a few more inches. You can do it, Elizabeth!”

Looking towards the camera, he projected his voice. “Would you look at that? Who knew that Elizabeth could take a cock this big! I’ve gotta tell you, most women are not nearly this talented. I am a lucky man, Jonathan.”

His words had an immediate impact on Liz. She was determined to take his entire length. Unashamed, she bobbed her head up and down, drool running down her cheeks and onto her ample breasts. 

Suddenly, Arthur pulled back, a long trail of saliva following him as he withdrew from Liz’s mouth. “Hold on. Hold on one second. I’ve got an idea.” 

He surveyed the room before stepping away and walking towards the bar area, his thick cock bouncing with each step, glistening with Liz’s spit. 

He slowly reached over the bar and grabbed the camera. “Excellent, this one is wireless. And look! Ultra 4K, just like your TV.”

As he made his way back to the couch, he explained to both Liz and John that while the two cameras capturing the action were probably sufficient, a third camera capturing some close-up ‘POV’ footage would make this experience truly unforgettable. 

“You are recording this, right?” he asked, with a wink.

With a huge grin, Liz thought about it and nodded.

“Excellent!”

Setting the camera down on a nearby table, Arthur started removing his clothes. First his button-down shirt, then his pants. Next, one by one, he removed his socks. Finally, he let his boxer briefs fall to the ground and stepped out of them.

Grabbing the camera with one hand and Liz with the other, he pulled her to her feet and pushed her onto the couch. “On your back, head hanging over the edge.”

Liz did as she was told.

Arthur positioned himself on the other side of the couch’s arm and bent his knees. Lining himself up with his free hand, he slid his cock back into Liz’s waiting mouth. The angle was much more accommodating, and he took advantage of it to really fuck her throat, going deeper with each thrust. 

He then held the camera just above Liz’s face, capturing the outline of his cock each time he buried himself in Liz’s throat. He reached down with his other hand and pinched an erect nipple, the sudden pain making her moan around him. 

“Oh, fuck, that’s good!” 

Arthur thrust a few more times, pulled back, and started aggressively stroking his cock, making sure the camera was angled just right. “Open wide, Liz. I have a feeling you are about to get your first facial.”

Liz’s eyes lit up and she nodded. She had never done this before.

Arthur exploded. The first two bursts landed directly in Liz’s open mouth. She greedily swallowed it all. The third load, even bigger than the first two, hit her cheek, running around her eye and down her forehead. The fourth, fifth, and sixth spurts covered her neck and breasts.

“Fuck,” she exclaimed. “So much fucking cum!” 

He ran his finger across her collarbone, scooping up what he could, before bringing his fingers to her mouth. She sucked them clean. 

“Savor it. But don’t get too comfortable,” Arthur said, smiling confidently as he stroked his cock again. 

To Liz’s surprise, his cock was not deflating. In fact, it looked even harder than it had previously been.

Liz gave him a curious look.

“I’m going to share a secret with you. I recover quickly. Very quickly.”

“What are you saying, Arthur?”

“Elizabeth, my dear, we are just getting started.” 

Looking into the camera, he added. “You hear that, Jonathan?”

Turning back to Liz, he stepped back and pointed towards the adjoining couch. “Over there. On your fucking hands and knees. Now!”

Liz eagerly popped up and positioned herself accordingly on the other couch. 

Arthur dropped the camera and forcefully moved Liz where he wanted her. He then took his cock and started teasing her pussy.

“Arthur… Please. Fuck me!”

That was all Arthur needed to hear. He slowly pushed his cock through her meaty labia and eased himself into her pussy.

“Fuck, Elizabeth. So wet. And so fucking tight!”

He reached out and held her by the waist. He started slow, allowing her to acclimate to his girth. Soon enough, he was balls deep. He paused, savoring the warmth. Then he started pistoning in and out of her. 

Liz cried out in pleasure and tried to match his motion. When he noticed, he slowed and eventually stopped. 

Turning her head, she asked, “What… Arthur? What’s wrong?”

“Everything is just fine, darling. One of the perks of having a big dick is that I don’t have to do all the work. I am going to lean back and relax for a few minutes while you fuck my glorious cock.”

Liz smiled as she started impaling herself on his rock-hard member.

“That’s right, you’re a natural. Fuck that cock, Elizabeth!”

This was new to Liz. And it was only possible because of Arthur’s sheer size. The angle was amazing, and she quickly approached her second orgasm. 

Sensing that she was about to cum, Arthur took over. Taking a fistful of hair, he pushed Liz face down into the couch and started brutally fucking her.

She whimpered in delight. “Oh my fucking god, Arthur. Don’t you dare fucking stop. Yes! Harder!”

Arthur was thrusting so hard that Liz was concerned that he might break the couch. Granted, in the moment, she didn’t care.

“So. Fucking. Close,” she mumbled, barely able to control her breathing. 

Hearing that made him fuck her even harder.

“I’m going to cum again!” she whimpered as her body locked up around him. 

“Do it, Elizabeth! Cum all over my cock!” 

Her body suddenly started convulsing as her pussy clenched around him. Rather than pulling back, Arthur kept fucking her through her orgasm.

When he let go of her, she slumped forward into the couch. 

Arthur wasn’t done yet. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over. Spreading her legs, he pushed them back and towards her shoulders. “Time for the grand finale, Jonathan. I am going to breed your pretty little wife.”

Reaching down, he picked up the camera. As he slid back inside of her, he looked into her eyes. “You good with that, sweetheart?”

“Breed?” 

Liz had no idea what that meant, but in the heat of the moment, it sounded incredibly hot!

“I am going to flood your womb with enough hot cum to drown a small animal, Elizabeth.”

“Yes! Cum inside me. Fill me up, Arthur!”

That was what he wanted to hear. He picked up his pace, leaning back a little and positioning the camera so that John could see Liz’s pussy greedily gripping his girth.

After a few blissful minutes, Arthur stopped and buried himself deep inside Liz. He dropped the camera and held her tight with both hands as he shot load after load after load into her.

Finally, he leaned back and pulled out. Reaching down and retrieving the camera, he got it in position just in time to capture a thick stream of hot jizz flowing out of Liz and pooling on the edge of the couch cushion beneath her. 

“Fuck, that was good,” moaned Liz.

“You hear that, Jonathan?” exclaimed Arthur. “That’s how you satisfy a woman.”

He set the camera on a nearby table and leaned in, giving Liz a long, passionate kiss. Then he started collecting his clothes. 

When he was finally dressed, he addressed the camera near the fireplace. “If you ever need someone to satisfy your amazing wife again, Jonathan, you know where I live.”

As he started up the stairs, he looked back at Liz. “I wish I could stick around, but I’ve got plans. We’ll have to find another time for me to check out that gorgeous OLED TV. And these little 4K cameras… I should look into something like that, too. One can never be too safe these days.”