Darby and Trent arrived at Isla’s house. Their smiles disappeared immediately. Parked in the driveway was Elijah’s black Corvette.

“Damit,” Trent shouted, “how the fuck does that brother do it. She must give him a head start. I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah,” Darby added, “brother’s gonna stretch her so bad she’ll echo when we fuck her.”

Darby was a paralegal at Jayson’s firm. Isla first met him 3 years ago at the office Christmas party. She warmed to him immediately and they fucked in a janitor’s closet before the dessert course. The rest of that evening she spent wiping his cum from her thighs as it leaked out of her pussy. A monster he had, too. Thick, black, long and juicy and excellent recovery. He could fuck all day. Just as she loved it.

Trent is the same age as Darby. They were also cousins. He had the thickest cock of the three, but the shortest in length. That is if you call 8” short. He was nice too. The most gentlemanly of the three. Well-mannered but a total machine between the sheets. Trent and Darby gave Isla her first threesome since high school. She remembers with a smile Dale and Jeff fucking her in Jeff’s van one day after football practice. Of the three, Trent was the only one that Isla wouldn’t allow to fuck her ass.

Elijah is the exception rather than the rule. He was the same age as Isla, and they had been literally bouncing off each other since the night before Isla’s wedding. Tall, muscular, ripped, and handsome, has the stamina of an 18-year-old. Then there’s his cock. Good grief, when the Lord was handing out cock, Elijah went back for seconds, then thirds. No word of a lie, just shy of 12” long, 4” wide, and two hairless balls the size of apples. Totally clean-shaven and was the first and, to date, only cock that she genuinely feared on sight.

If his cock wasn’t impressive enough, then his physique would make most women drool. At less than 2% body fat Elijah was a heaving mass of muscle. Perfect 8-pack abs, toned legs, arms, chest and an ass that could crack walnuts.

As usual the front door was unlocked. The master bedroom was empty, so they continued towards the kitchen. There they were. Isla was on her knees, naked as a Jaybird except for her black knee-high boots and nipple clamps joined by a chain. Elijah had his monster cock out with Isla jamming as much of his tool into her mouth as she could. Darby and Trent looked at each other and started to undress.

Isla now had three big black cocks to empty. This was going to be a good day. She stayed on her knees and alternated between these massive trouser snakes. Sucking one while stroking the other two. Her nipples were rock hard and the clamps sent shivers down her spine. Her clit clamp unseen by the three was driving her wild. A small pool of pussy juice was forming on the floor below her.

All three were getting close. Who would blow first?

Darby could feel his balls stirring. Trent was close too but wasn’t letting on, Elijah had his usual poker face.

Isla shifted to put Darby’s cock in her mouth, “damn, I’m gonna bust a nut. For sure this bitch—”

Isla stopped all activity immediately. Trent and Elijah both looked at him. Trent in shock, Elijah in contempt.

Isla did not even bother looking at him. She reached up and grabbed hold of his balls, “Please Darby. Please finish your sentence. What were you going to say?”

Darby dropped his head, “I am so very sorry Isla. I was lost in the moment. I am very, very sorry.”

“You were going to say bitch,” Isla said sternly, “that’s what you were going to say. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, Isla,” Darby admitted.

“And seeing as I’m the only woman here, you must have been referring to me,” Isla continued, “so am I your bitch, Darby?”

“No. Isla. Like I said. I was lost in the moment.” Darby was humble in his words.

“Get dressed, Darby,” Isla’s instruction sharp, “get dressed and leave us. You have spoilt my birthday and can no longer take part in celebrations.”

Darby knew better than to argue. With head bowed he retreated to collect his clothes. Isla turned to Trent and Elijah, standing now she grabbed hold of their cocks and lead them to her bedroom. When she returned to Darby he was dressed, but the bulge in his pants remained. Isla smiled and buried her finger into her pussy and placed it on his lips. Isla then grabbed his ear and twisted hard, sending a shock of pain down his body. Darby protested, his face twisted but walked with Isla towards the front door. Trent saw this and protested. Isla shot a look towards him, but he continued towards Isla, arms raised. Isla stood firm. Trent was stopped in his tracks. Elijah had intervened. Trent was in a bearhug and couldn’t move.

“This is very disappointing boys. Very disappointing indeed,” Isla said like a middle school teacher, “and on my birthday no less,” Isla continued, “There’s nothing else for it. I will not stand for being disrespected. Trent, you can also get dressed and leave.”

Isla continued to the front door and released Darby into the cool morning breeze. Trent followed a few minutes later. The door clicked closed and it was just Isla and Elijah. She turned to him and said, “You have to fuck me like three men. Are you up for it?”

Silently Elijah picked up Isla in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

Elijah stirred and opened his eyes. He strained in the darkness to see where he was. Next to him lay Isla. Naked. Silently breathing. He felt like he’d run a marathon, and in some respects, he had, but it was more like a fuck-a-thon. After Darby and Trent were expelled, he had to cover for their loss. Elijah’s cock was sore and covered in every kind of human excretion possible. He needed a shower, a meal, and a full day to recover.

Elijah let the hot water wash over his body and soothe his aches and pains. By the time he was done, he felt much better. He was drying when Isla came in, hair askew, make-up smudged and her pussy oozing cum.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Elijah asked.

A tired smile emerged as she looked at him. “Like I’ve just been fucked by the entire Green Bay Packers roster.”

“Pussies,” Elijah added, “I’m a 49ers man.”

“Them too,” Isla laughed.

Elijah reached out and pulled Isla into his arms. She surrendered to his touch and laid her head on his chest. She felt content.

Elijah began brushing his teeth when he turned to Isla,

“What will you do about Trent and Darby?”

“Nothing,” she answered. “Not a damn thing. They know my standards and they broke the rules. They’re finished.”

Elijah nodded in agreement.

“Besides,” Isla added, “You’re more of a man and twice the lover than both of them combined.”

They both froze when they heard Jayson’s car pull up in the driveway. They looked at each other silently.

“He won’t dare come in. Not while your car is parked in my driveway,” Isla said confidently, and no sooner had she finished than they heard his car reverse and drive down the street. Elijah made a mental note to leave in the opposite direction.

Elijah dressed and gave Isla a deep, passionate kiss, squeezed her left breast and said goodbye. Isla started to run the shower as he closed the front door. He reversed into the street and made his way home. He mulled over something Isla said before he left, “my driveway.” Jayson owned the house long before he married Isla.

Jayson arrived home and pulled into the driveway. His heart sank. He recognized the black Corvette parked in front of his garage. He canvassed his options then reversed and continued down the street. He parked and waited. Before long the same black Corvette pulled out of his driveway and screamed off in the opposite direction. Ten minutes later, Jayson returned home and walked inside. The house was silent apart from the jazz playing in the bedroom and the running shower. Jayson made his way to the kitchen and poured himself a big glass of Merlot. The shower stopped. Ten minutes later, Isla appeared. Aside from her hair wrapped in a towel, she was totally naked. She looked at Jayson, who was standing there holding a bunch of flowers and her gift.

“Have you been home long?” said Isla inconsequentially.

“N-No. I just got home.” Jayson was trying to avert his eyes away from his naked wife.

“What do you have there?”

“This is for you. Happy birthday, Isla.”

Isla stood there with her hands out. Jayson stepped towards her and handed her the gift. She tore the wrapping off and opened the box. She looked at the pearls, then looked at Jayson.

“Do you think these will look gorgeous against my naked skin?”

“Anything will look gorgeous on you, Isla.”

Isla took the pearls out of the box and put them on. “Yes, they do look magnificent against my naked skin,” Isla then added, “Do you know what else looks magnificent against my naked skin?”

“Anything and everything,” Jayson said.

“True, but I was thinking of something bigger and blacker,” Isla added. “What is bigger and blacker and looks gorgeous on my naked skin?”

Jayson was crestfallen, broken, a mere shell of the man who strode confidently into the office just that very morning.

“Emhmm,” Jayson muttered.

“Speak up,” Isla commanded.

“Elijah,” Jayson replied.

“Yes, Elijah,” Isla said mockingly, “Elijah was here today. He serviced me all day. I also fucked the new manager of the gym. His name is Daniel and he has a bigger cock than you as well. It was my birthday present. Trent and Darby were here, but they disrespected me and they will no longer have the opportunity to fuck me.”

Tears welled in Jayson’s eyes and Isla saw an opportunity to break Jayson some more. She couldn’t let such an opportunity pass by. “Elijah fucked my ass, he fucked my mouth, he fucked my pussy, then he fucked me all over again. I have so much of Elijah’s DNA in me right now I should be part of his family.”

Jayson just stood there. Looking at the floor. Silently weeping.

Isla looked at her husband. How pathetic he is. He couldn’t stand in her shadow. She refused to even call him by his name. There was a time when she felt something for him, but that was fueled by necessity, not lust, and that minor flame has long been extinguished.

“Put the flowers on the counter and follow me.”

Isla turned and walked towards the bedroom. He knew what was next. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He wanted to run.

How did it get to this? How could it happen? How can he escape?

“I’m waiting!” Isla exclaimed.

Jayson placed the flowers on the kitchen counter and slowly made his way to the bedroom. He stopped at the doorway and saw Isla laying on the bed, now only wearing those pearls. Her pussy was facing him. He could see it was red raw and glistening wet.

“I have showered after Elijah’s gift to me, but as my gift to you I will allow you to lick me clean of his seed.”

“W-We have reservat…….”

“SILENCE!” commanded Isla.

“You will do as I say, when I say and how I say. I think this has been made abundantly clear to you. Do you understand or do you need to be punished?”

“N-N-No. I apologize.” Jayson dropped to his knees and crawled to Isla. The closer he got the stronger the pungent aroma from her pussy became. It filled his nostrils and turned his stomach. He did all he could to suppress the urge to gag and convulse. He could see cum dripping from her pussy. Slowly, apprehensively he leaned forward and began licking Elijah’s cum from his wife’s pussy.

Isla laid there and smiled. “Good boy” she said.

Jayson gagged as he licked Isla’s pussy. It was a deep red and swollen. Perfectly smooth. Many a time he could lick this pussy for hours but now with Elijah’s cum dribbling out, he could barely look at it. He was dry reaching at the thought of what he was doing. This is not what he expected of marriage.

“Probe deeper. I want to feel your tongue in me. Deep in me. I want to see you eat Elijah’s cum. Do not miss a drop and when you’ve finished with my pussy you can start on my ass.” Isla’s voice was commanding.

Jayson could feel himself turning green. He was dry reaching every time he flicked his tongue in her pussy. He could taste Elijah’s cum on his tongue and his stomach churned in protest. The smell was assaulting his soul. She threatened him not to throw up on her, in her or at all, or if he did, she would call Elijah back and make him suck his cock.

“Then you can see what a real cock looks like, and what a real man looks like, and how a real man with a real cock can pleasure a woman like me,” Isla continued, “then after he fucks me, I’ll tell Elijah to fuck you too.”

Every word she spoke was like a knife in Jayson’s chest. He felt utter shame and disgust in himself for allowing it to come to this.

“No. Please don’t. I will do what you say,” said Jayson in a mix of panic and subservience.

Isla was pure evil. She’d turned the screws, opened the wounds and now it was time to rub in the salt.

“To think that there was a time when I let you fuck me. I dropped my standards, but I was looking at the bigger picture. It wasn’t totally bad but nowhere as good as all my other lovers. You even managed to get me pregnant, but they soon ended.”

Jayson stopped licking her pussy, “w-w-what did you say?” Jayson said, almost begging.

Isla lifted herself on her elbows and stared directly at Jayson,

“I said you even managed to get me pregnant, but I dealt with them,” Isla was unrepentant.

“What do you mean by them?” Jayson asked.

“Them. As in multiple. As in more than one,” Isla said innocently.

“You were pregnant? When? How many times? What do you mean you dealt with them?” Jayson was now a mass of confusion and emotion.

“Well, yes,” Isla started matter of factly, “five pregnancies in total. The first on our honeymoon, the second on our first anniversary, three and four in our second and third year and the last one on your 30th birthday.”

Jayson was dumbfounded. Isla searched for a response, then continued, “As for dealing with them, I mean exactly that.”

Jayson could hardly believe what he was hearing. “B-b-b=but I thought you were having problems. You told me you couldn’t get pregnant. Why did you do that? Why did you lie to me? We could have had a family!”

Isla stared at him coldly, “Well, the first one I wasn’t sure if it was you or that barman from the beach cabana in Jamaica. He told me he was going to give me his baby, but I fucked him anyway.” Isla chuckled to herself.

“Children were never part of my plan. Ever. They were for you, but not for me. I was having way too much fun living my best life, controlling my lovers, fucking who I want, when and where I want. Children get in the way of that and besides, do you have any idea what one baby let alone five would do to this body?”

Jayson was in shock. Betrayed, broken, belittled. The fog in his head got thicker and thicker. He couldn’t process what he was hearing. How did it get this bad for him?

Suddenly everything went black. Jayson’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and fell to the floor.

Isla looked at him and smiled. “Pathetic.” And returned to the shower to finish what Jayson had started.

Part 3 coming soon.

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