I saw it as soon as I turned onto our street. You could hardly miss it, sitting crouched at the curb like some kind of predatory beast, all shining black paint and polished chrome and seeming to throb with barely repressed power and virility even though the massive engine was off. The big Harley-Davidson was silent, but somehow still alive and threatening. It was in front of Sherman and Mildred’s house, directly across the street from ours, and I wondered for a moment who they could possibly know that would ride such a machine.

They were quiet homebodies, much like us; it seemed unlikely that any friends they might have would be the type that would own such a huge, powerful, custom motorcycle. As I pulled into our driveway I made a mental note to ask Sherman the next time I saw him. If it wasn’t a friend of theirs, if it was just some hood or other undesirable thug hanging around the neighborhood, I’d certainly be contacting the police to look into it!

As I parked my Volvo and climbed out, I couldn’t help but think that it was a good thing I’d come home early and seen the bike. If there were nefarious characters hanging around the neighborhood, it was best to be aware of it and prepared to take action. I retrieved the mail and headed into the house, wanting to ask Lorie – my wife, Loretta – if she had any idea who the big Harley might belong to.

I called out to her as I crossed from the foyer into the living room, but received no answer; that was odd, her car was in the garage. It occurred to me that she might be doing laundry and was thus unable to hear me, so I turned to go to the laundry room. As I passed the stairs I heard a noise from above, so I instead headed upward, toward our bedroom. As I drew closer, the nature of the sounds I was hearing became clear, and my alarm grew, my heart pounding in my chest!

I peeked around the door jamb into our bedroom, and the sight that met my eyes was almost heart-stopping! Apparently, the thug from the bike, a large, extremely well-built and muscular man, had somehow broken in and was sexually assaulting my wife! They were both naked, and he had thrown her onto her back on the bed and was on top her, her legs spread wide and hooked over his shoulders as he forced her up onto her back and shoulders and pounded his enormous cock into her! Her cries, his guttural grunts and moans, and the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room and froze me in my tracks.

As I stood there, frozen and horrified, it slowly began to register with my benumbed brain that the sounds Loretta was making were not cries of alarm, terror, or pain; no, instead they were cries of intense arousal and pleasure, and, suddenly, of a deep and powerful orgasm! Momentarily my mind toyed with the possibility that it was not my wife on the bed beneath this stranger, not her receiving the fucking of a lifetime and crying out in such obvious pleasure; after all, I couldn’t see her face, and I had certainly never heard her make such wild, unrestrained sounds of joy before when we’d been engaged in coitus!

That was silly, though, and I was forced to dismiss the thought. It was her long, blond, wavy hair, her legs and ass that I could see, and it was certainly her voice, and her clothes were strewn across the floor. It was our house and our bed in our bedroom, and it was obviously my Loretta who was getting fucked by this huge stranger, my wife that was crying out with one powerful orgasm after another as he thrust into her.

And who the hell was he? Still frozen in shock, I stared at his broad back and muscular ass and legs for a moment as that puzzle ran through my mind, all of this occurring in a matter of seconds which seemed to crawl past like hours, the stranger continuing to take his pleasure with my Lorie as I stood helpless, confused. He had broad, powerful shoulders that tapered in a defined and well-cut ‘V’ to a narrow waist, and thick, powerful thighs and calves. His ass muscles were square and appeared to be rock-hard, as if he could crack walnuts with them, and they bunched and tightened each time he thrust his thick cock into my wife.

His knees were about eighteen inches or so apart, and swinging back and forth between his legs with each thrust was the biggest set of balls I’d ever seen, suspended low in a bulging, smoothly-shaved sack which slapped heavily and wetly against Lorie’s ass with each forward thrust.

I must have made a noise or something because suddenly Lorie said something to Super Stud and he stopped moving. With his cock still buried deep in my wife’s pussy and his monster balls nestled up against her soft ass, he turned his head to look at me.

“You must be Frank; pull that chair over beside the bed and take a seat, and we’ll have a chat when I’m done with her. By the way, I’m Don.”

Numbly, I did as he said, although I’m not quite sure why. He was very large and intimidating, however, and I’ve never been known as a fighter.

“Lorie, turn and face Frank, so he can watch your face and see how much you’re enjoying being fucked by a real man.”

I just sat there and watched as my beautiful Lorie turned her head to face me, looking into my eyes. Her eyes were dark with lust and her hair was damp, and she had a light sheen or perspiration on her face, flushed with arousal, giving her a special kind of sexual glow. The man, Don, I think he said his name was, had withdrawn his impressive cock while she shifted position; I had a sneaking hunch that he’d pulled out just to show me how large he was, just to make me realize what it was that he’d had buried in my wife’s pussy.

He leaned forward and whispered something into her ear. She nodded her head yes.

“Frank,” she said, “get naked for me.”

“What?” Are you joking?” I asked incredulously. Secretly I was kind of aroused by the idea, but she couldn’t know that. “What the hell is this?”

“Frank, take off your clothes and sit back down. Don’t argue, just do it.”

As if from somewhere outside of my body, I heard myself saying, “Okay.”

Standing up, numb with confusion, I removed my shirt, folding it and placing it neatly on the back of the chair. As I began to undo my belt buckle, Don told Lorie to reach down and put his cock back where it belonged. Unbelievably, my wife did as he’d told her. Her gaze never left my face as she complied with Don’s order, wrapping her fingers around his enormous organ and guiding it back into her wet sex.

Don slowly thrust his cock back into her pussy, fully embedding his long, thick length in her tight sheath, once again going balls-deep, and her eyes widened as she drew in a long, shaky breath. A low moan left her lips as she took her bottom lip between her teeth. She continued to watch me undress as Don started fucking her again with slow, deep strokes.

“Lorie, baby, I can’t believe you’re doing this! I mean, I know we’ve talked about, it, fantasized, but…”

Don interrupted me. “Shut up and do what she told you to do, Frank. Nobody wants to hear what you have to say. Loretta’s told me all about your fantasies, how you want to see her fucked by another man, so get your damn pants off and let’s see if you enjoy the reality as much as she says you enjoy the fantasy.”

Suitably embarrassed, I silently complied, in part because Don was a very large and powerfully built man and I was somewhat intimidated by him, but also because my own arousal was rapidly building and my desire to see this through was overcoming my anger, shock, and humiliation.

I did as he said, unbuckling my pants and removing them, carefully folding them and draping them over the back of the chair with my shirt. They both looked at the tent in my white Jockey shorts, my penis now rigid and sticking out in front of me.

Lorie laughed, and then gasped and closed her eyes as he thrust deeply into her, burying his massive cock in her pussy. “Oh my God! That’s so good.” She winced with each of his thrusts, taking him deep as she focused on the sensations he was creating in her body. When she opened her eyes and saw that I was just standing there in my underpants she growled, “Take them off, Frank. Show Don the reason you’ve always fantasized about me getting fucked by a more well-endowed man. Let us see your little dick.”

Her words made me blush, but they also caused a tingle of intense arousal to run through me and my cock throbbed. Slowly I lowered my underwear to the floor, and when I straightened he took one look at my rigidly erect dick and laughed.

“Holy fuck! Lorie said you weren’t very well-hung, but she never said you were that tiny! What is that thing, maybe three inches?”

“Four and a half!” I objected, hearing the defensiveness in my own voice. They both laughed, and I realized how ridiculous my objection had been; I’d only had a brief glimpse of his cock, but I’d seen enough to know that it was easily twice my length and much, much thicker. He was deeper inside of her than I could ever hope to be, and filled her pussy in a way that she was obviously enjoying very much.

It was a strange and anguishing feeling, knowing he could give her such deep pleasure in a way that I could not, while at the same time I was deeply gratified and aroused to see her enjoying sex in such a powerful, uninhibited way. It made my heart ache and my dick throb; a disturbing combination, to say the least!

I neatly folded my underwear, then nervously unfolded them and then gave up and just dropped them to the floor next to the chair. I wanted to cover myself up with my hands but that would make me look even more pathetic so I just stood there, not knowing quite what to do with myself. Don solved that problem by taking charge of the situation.

“Frank, come and stand here by Lorie; lean in and let her suck your cock. You may not touch her, but she may touch you however she chooses. I am sure she is able to deep-throat you. She tried it on me earlier but I’m just too long and thick for her to be able to deep throat me. You, however, are definitely not.”

When I hesitated, he insisted. “Come on, get over here.” I started to move, but he spoke again, stopping me. “I changed my mind; you may touch her hair, but only her hair. I want you to hold it out of the way. I want to be able to watch her suck you off.”

Again, surprising myself, I did exactly as he said. I went and stood in front of Lorie. She had her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted and a look of intense pleasure on her face. I almost didn’t want to disturb her, but my dick was throbbing and already starting to leak pre-cum. Lorie had never really enjoyed swallowing my cum but I was kind of hoping Don would force her to.

Wait a minute, what the hell was I thinking? Don would force her to? I wanted another man to order my wife to swallow my cum? It was strangely twisted, yet the idea actually made my dick throb and jump even more.

I touched Lorie’s lips with the tip of my rock-hard dick, leaving a small smear of clear pre-cum on her lower lip before pulling away, a thin string of the viscous fluid still connecting us. It broke when she licked her lips, opening her eyes and looking at my small cock inches in front of her face as though she was surprised to see me there, as if she hadn’t heard a word that he’d said to me.

I gathered her hair in my hand and pulled it back as instructed so that he could watch. He put his weight on one hand, placing the other on the back of her head and pushed it forward, telling her to suck my dick. She cooperated immediately, wrapping her lips around my aching manhood and sliding forward, engulfing me all the way to the root.

He laughed loudly. “I knew it! I knew she wouldn’t need to be a sword-swallower to take that little pecker. Fuck, Frankie boy, she didn’t even gag on that pitiful excuse for a cock. Now, let’s see about getting a rhythm going here…”

As he said it he began pushing her head forward onto my cock so that her lips slid up and down my length, alternating that action with driving his hips forward, fully impaling her with each powerful thrust, his huge cock sliding deep into her pussy. To say that Loretta was enjoying it would be a massive understatement; she absolutely loved it, grunting and moaning around my dick in her mouth each time his thick organ filled her, a grimace of pleasure crossing her face as the fat head of his cock plumbed her depths.

She came soon, releasing my cock long enough to gasp for air and cry out in ecstasy before once again taking me into her mouth for some vigorous sucking. Her orgasm was intense and loud, and her arousal fed my own; between that, her lips on me, and the knowledge of what his cock was doing to her, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

I tried to hold out, not wanting to be a three-pump chump in front of Don in addition to him knowing about my less-than-impressive cock, but he must have sensed my desperation because he knew exactly which buttons to push to break my resolve.

He pulled his cock out of Lorie’s pussy and began to thrust it against her wet, puffy pussy lips instead, sliding it up and down in the slick valley of her vulva so that the swollen head protruded over her tummy with each thrust, dripping clear pre-cum onto her smooth skin each time he pushed forward; he was showing it to me, showing off, making sure that I had to look at his cock so that I could see exactly how long and thick he was, and see that every bit of his big organ was glistening with my wife’s sweet juices. He was also grinding his hard shaft against her erect and sensitive clit and driving her crazy with arousal!

She whimpered around my cock, begging him to put it back inside of her, but he ignored her pleas, preferring instead to make me look at him. He knew full well that my mind would be trying to comprehend how deeply he’d been in her, how his big cock had stretched and filled my wife’s sweet, familiar pussy. That’s exactly what I thought about, of course, and the thought pushed me over the edge.

With a cry of release, I unleashed what felt like a first massive spurt into Lorie’s mouth. I thrust ahead and shot another, and then a third, my climax sudden and uncontrollable. She was sure gagging now, Lorie was, trying desperately to swallow my load but failing miserably, my semen running down her cheek and chin and splattering everywhere when she coughed. She let me slip from her mouth so that she could cough and try to breathe, so my next spurt caught her across her nose, her left cheek and ear, and on the side of her neck. The last big spurt - my fifth, I think - hit her mostly on the throat and breasts. I wasn’t done, cum still pumping out of me in lesser spurts and rivulets, but it mostly dripped down onto the bed and Don’s braced hand.

Don was staring and laughing, thoroughly enjoying the sight of my diminutive cock spurting and spraying all over Lorie.

Lorie caught her breath in time to answer him, being more truthful than I would have been. “No, he doesn’t; usually it’s barely a dribble. He does come that fast, though, always too soon. Damn, Frank, you know better than to come in my mouth and on my face. What were you thinking?”

“He… he told me to, baby.”

Don corrected me. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t say a word about you coming, I didn’t figure anyone could possibly come that quick!” He paused long enough to gather a streak of my cum on his finger and feed it to her; to my amazement, she hungrily sucked it from his finger, and then bagan to lick up the cum I’d dripped onto his hand! He then told me to guide his cock back into my wife’s wet tunnel; with no hesitation, I reached out and did so, amazed at the weight and thickness of his cock, and at how hot and hard he was.

She gasped as he pushed deeply into her, and I felt him slide across my fingers as he thrust forward, not pulling my hand away until his big balls were resting against the back of it. Lorie was still bitching about me coming all over her face; she’d never enjoyed that very much, even though she knew I would.

He chastised her, saying, “Quit whining, Loretta. That was hot as hell, and you look good in cum. Besides, he is your husband – your choice, not mine – so we almost had to let him get his rocks off. You’ll never get that cage on him if his little dicklet stays as hard as it was!”

Cage? What the fuck? I didn’t like the sound of that one bit, but before I could ponder it further he groaned and announced his own imminent climax. He pushed hard into her, his cock going deep, fully sheathed in her snug pussy as he came. He closed his eyes and roared as he spurted into her, firing rope after rope of thick cum deep inside Loretta’s pussy.

Without being told to, I reached back and cupped his big balls, my fingers against the base of his cock so that I could feel each pump and spurt of his cum blast through him and into her. He didn’t object, I suppose because he’d been so into forcing me to closely witness every detail of what he was doing to her anyway. I found the sensation of his cock pumping and spasming, and of his heavy balls straining to empty to be intensely arousing, even knowing that he was flooding my Lorie’s pussy with his thick cum.

She came with him, her massive orgasm triggered by the pumping and flexing sensations of his thick organ erupting deep inside of her, and I stared, almost vibrating with arousal as he emptied his balls into her, filling her pussy to overflowing. My cock – the one they were apparently planning to lock in a cage – hadn’t softened or wilted in the least! I hadn’t stayed this hard for this long in…..well as long as I could remember! The thought of a “cage” on my cock did give me pause, but still, so far I had enjoyed everything these two had cooked up for me...but my cock, small though it was, was all I had and the thought of it in a cage just didn’t sit well with me. I was brought out of my reverie when I heard Don tell Lorie to get up and go get the cage. I couldn’t help but be curious…and nervous!

As she stood and moved away, he said, “Well, bud, ready to have your little cocklet caged? That’s what I sent Lorie to get. She went and bought it last week on my instructions.

“If I have a choice at all, Don… um, may I call you Don?”

“No, you may call me... Sir.”

“Hmmm, okay then. Sir, I would prefer not to have a cage put on my cock. It sounds painful.”

“Yes, I’m sure it can be painful, although it does depend on what size cage Lorie picked up; I’m not sure they make cages that tiny, so your little friend there might not feel any pain at all.”

“Hey!” I started to insist that he take that back, but the suddenly irritated, angry look on his face stopped me. Then Lorie sauntered back in carrying a small, unmarked paper bag in her hand.

She looked at both of us and could apparently sense the tension in the room. “All right, exactly what did you do or say in the few minutes I was gone to piss Don off?”

“I, I umm, just said I would prefer, if I had any say-so, to not have my cock put in a cage.”

She shook her head and laughed. “Actually, what I find amazing is that through all of this, your cock is still so hard that it can’t go in the cage. You have never managed to maintain an erection this long the entire time we’ve been together. If I didn’t know better I would think maybe you needed this kind of humiliation our entire marriage.”

She tweaked my little erection as she passed by, scornfully pushing it down and then allowing it to once again spring upright. “You should have said something a lot sooner, sweetie. I would have been perfectly fine going out and finding a super-stud to service me properly and teach you how to really satisfy a woman.”

Lorie walked over to the bed and gracefully crawled up and over Don’s hard body and even harder cock, then swung her leg over his legs to straddle him.

Before she could lower herself onto him, he stopped her. “Hold on, babe. Frank, come put my cock in your wife’s hot cunt.”

Swallowing hard, my own cock bobbing in front of me, I walked over to the bed to do as instructed.

“And Frank, touch only me, not Lorie.”

Once again, I had that large, heavy shaft in my hand, and again it was going to be the instrument of Lorie’s pleasure, with me assisting. I placed the broad head at the entrance to her beautiful, wet, cum-filled pussy and continued to hold him as she slowly lowered herself onto his massive erection.

Again he gave the orders, saying, “That’s good Frank, you can let go; I’ve got it from here.”

I reluctantly let go and backed away a couple of steps from the bed, my eyes never moving from the sight of his cock disappearing into my wife. Again.

I stood silently, watching them, seeing his cum from their earlier round forced out of her by his thick cock as it ran in thick, glistening white streams down his shaft and onto his balls. It was fascinating and extremely exciting to me to see him moving in and out of her, her wet, slippery pussy stretched tightly around the thick hardness of his manhood. My penis throbbed rigidly, pointing up at my chin and leaking a string of clear pre-cum onto the floor.

I could tell by the sounds she was making that Loretta was enjoying it, his cock giving her pleasure in ways that mine never had. They seemed to forget all about me for a few minutes as they enjoyed each other, lost in the sensations, my wife eagerly riding him balls-deep and shuddering through a powerful orgasm as she held herself there, his cock buried deep in her tight pussy as she came. He held her hips, forcefully thrusting his own against her to be sure that she had every last millimeter of him inside to enjoy.

Seeing them like that was so intense for me that my own cock was tingling with arousal, almost as if I was about to come right then and there without even touching it. I held my breath, praying that wouldn’t happen, that I wouldn’t have to go through the humiliation of a sudden, spontaneous ejaculation in front of my wife and her lover! Slowly the feeling subsided, the intense tingles lessening until I could breathe a sigh of relief, although the stream of pre-cum dribbling down my shaft and dripping from my balls had increased noticeably.

Frank heard my sigh of relief and glanced over at me, his eyes dropping to my throbbing dicklet. “Shit, little dude, it looks like you’re enjoying the fuck out of this! Bring that thing over here, you kinky little bastard.”

I did as ordered, shuffling forward until I stood beside the bed where they were fucking. To my surprise and consternation, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my penis between his thumb and forefinger. Pinching it firmly, he laughed, “Holy shit! It may be tiny, but it’s as hard as a rock… it ain’t about to go off, is it?”

When I shrugged, too embarrassed to admit that it might, Lorie laughed. “If I know my Frankie – and I do – it probably will. Be careful or he’ll come all over you like he did to me.”

Don just laughed and ran his fingers up and down my slippery, rigid, diminutive shaft. “Don’t, Frankie boy. Don’t come on me or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

I gritted my teeth and stared down at his hand, humiliated to notice that his thumb was easily as long as my dick and noticeably thicker; it was even more embarrassing to realize that both he and my wife had also noticed that fact.

He laughed again as he let go of me, and I backed quickly away, my orgasm bubbling madly at the base of my cock as I struggled to hold back my release. He wiped my slippery fluids from his fingers onto my wife’s breast, smearing it across her nipple before pushing his thumb and finger into her mouth to complete the cleanup. She eagerly sucked his fingers, showing a degree of enthusiasm she’d never shown with my cock!

They continued to enjoy each other, paying little attention to me standing there watching them, virtually shaking with arousal. Lorie came again, another very satisfying orgasm, apparently, after which Don looked over at me, his eyes again focusing on my stiff penis. “You know, I wanted to fuck your wife’s ass, but she says I’m too big; you, on the other hand, she’d probably barely feel. Why don’t you climb up here and stick that little dick up her ass, Frankie?”

Loretta quickly objected to his proposition. “No! I’m not interested in that, that’s not something we do!”

He just laughed. “You mean it’s not something you used to do, woman! Starting today you do, and his little dick is as good a place to start as any.”

When she continued to object, he slid his hand down her back to where his cock slid in and out of her and gathered a glob of cum on his finger, then abruptly pushed it into her tight little rosebud. She let out a yelp at the sudden invasion, but moments later was moaning and thrusting back onto his finger, taking both it and his cock as deep as possible.

I was amazed at how slutty and eager my wife seemed to be, quickly accepting anything he wanted to do to her and acceding to each of his demands no matter how outrageous, but he just shook his head, chuckling, continuing to thrust his finger deep into her ass.

“See, babe? Feels pretty good, don’t it? And Frankie’s dick is no bigger than my finger.”

She glanced at me, then at my little erection, and nodded assent. Grateful to be offered a role, I quickly scrambled onto the bed behind her, kneeling between Don’s powerful legs. I eagerly moved forward, positioning myself to stick my cock into her ass as soon as he pulled his finger out, but he stopped me.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Frank?”

I was momentarily puzzled, then it occurred to me. “Oh yeah, I need some lube!” I reached for the bottle of lube we kept on the nightstand for when Lorie made me settle for a handjob, but again he stopped me.

“Not that, you boob; you can use my cum for lube, it’s all over her. Shouldn’t you be thanking me?”

“Umm… thanking you?” Lorie laughed at my confusion and hesitancy, which didn’t help matters at all. I went on, “Thanking you for letting me fuck my wife?”

He nodded. “Exactly! For letting you fuck her ass. It’s not like she’d ever let you if I wasn’t here, right?”

Lorie snickered. “Go ahead, Frank, thank the man.”

“Uhh, yeah, I guess. Okay then, thank you.”

He shook his head. “Not good enough. Thank you, what?”

“Um, thank you for letting me fuck my wife’s ass?”

He shook his head again. “Still not good enough.”

The little light bulb in my head finally clicked on. “Oh, oh yeah! Thank you, Sir, for letting me fuck my wife’s ass.”

“See? You’re not completely hopeless after all! Okay, go ahead.” He slowly pulled his finger out of her ass, and I heard her gasp as it slipped free.

I quickly cozied up to her, my cock and balls sliding in the generous cum slick on her bottom. I gathered a bit of his cum on my fingers and lubed up my cock and slid it into her. I was surprised at how little resistance there was, but figured that his finger had loosened her up a bit and made her ready and easy to enter. Then she tightened her muscles and clamped down on my cock.

I felt him thrust hard into her, his big cock moving against mine through the membrane between her pussy and her ass, and I felt his big balls smack into mine and into the base of my cock, and her sphincter muscles squeezing me, milking me… and I came.

“Oh… oh, my gosh! Oh, I’m cumming, ohh no, not already…ohh, god, oh my god!”

It was sudden and fast – way too fast, embarrassingly fast – but it was amazing! It felt so good, and I eagerly pumped and spurted all I had into her ass while Don continued to fuck her from below. They both realized at the same time what had happened – after all, I’d loudly announced my failure - and when they did they started laughing hysterically.

Don reached out as far as he could with both arms and grabbed my ass in his huge mitts, holding me there, my little cock embedded in my wife’s bottom as I finished emptying myself into her and he continued to pound into her from below. Even after I was done and I could feel my erection begin to fade he held me there, forcing me to feel each of her orgasms, and then his own, when his big cock began to jump and flex as he spurted into her once again.

After, when all three of us were done, he finally released me so that my shriveled little cock could slip out of her. I collapsed weakly off to the side as Loretta fell limp on top of her new lover, all of us exhausted.

Several minutes later, when we’d all caught our second wind, he raised his head and looked at me, his eyes roaming to my cock, now only about two slender, wrinkled inches long in its spent condition. He nudged Lorie. “Now’s your chance, girl; get that cage on him now, before the South can rise again.” He laughed at his own joke, Lorie giggling too as she rose to follow his orders.

I lay still, docile and compliant as she fitted the cage easily over my shrunken member and locked it into position.

He nodded. “Perfect! Get used to your new life, Frankie – and if you behave, maybe I’ll let you lie under your wife and get a close-up view of me fucking her doggy-style later on – you know, after you watch her suck my cock and get me hard again. You’ll probably get a boner too… I sure hope that cage isn’t too uncomfortable for you, little guy!” He gave an evil laugh, and Lorie giggled.

I hoped the cage wouldn’t be too painful too, but I felt a shiver of arousal and excitement run through me. Thanks to my Loretta, all my fantasies were finally coming true!

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Authors' note: This story is dedicated to FrankieDaBull, a dear and generous friend and all-round great guy who is facing a few challenges right now. We hope you enjoyed it!