Justin lay on the crimson sheets of their California king, sweat glistening in the soft light atop his furrowed brow. In his arms was the confused and anxious Kate Upton, her smooth blonde hair now tousled and frayed after their fumbling toss under the covers. Things had been going well – Justin had stayed hard for half of it, but his mind began to wander and he found himself distracted by thoughts that he just wasn’t good enough, he wasn’t big enough, that their carnal relations had fallen into the trap of being too humdrum as well as too far between sessions. Everything had fallen into a boring routine and they needed something – anything to spice things up again.
As he’d grown soft inside her, his cock bent and pushed against her walls and made her sore but she put up with the pain for him. She didn’t know what he was thinking – it was her job to make him hard, to make him happy, but she couldn’t even do that. They each put the blame on themselves, lacking for a while now the depth of communication between them to be able to work through their problems.
“… don’t you find me attractive anymore?” Kate whispered. He stared at the back of her head with a miserable look about him and started to slowly run his fingers through her golden hair. Her head was warm underneath that soft mane.
The question cut through him like a knife. Of course he did, the whole world did. She was on the cover of magazines and labelled as one of the most attractive women alive, so her fears were naturally unfounded.
“No – Kate, don’t be silly. It’s not that.” He answered in hushed tones. He turned his head to the side and released a soft sigh. How was he supposed to tell her that he wanted to see her with other men?
Her head tilted upwards, but not enough to look at him. “What is it then? Don’t you love me anymore?”
“Kate, of course I do…” He tried to swell up the courage to tell her. “It’s just, I…” He seized up. It was far too much for her to take, he couldn’t do it.
“You what?” She reached behind her to slip her slender fingers between his, closing her hand around his and pulling it around her body tight.
Justin tried to think of the words to say. Something – anything – that would tell her how he was feeling without it sounding too weird. Unable, he tried to think of something else to say instead, but nothing came to mind. With a huffed breath, he decided to just go for it.
“I feel like I’m not enough for you. I get distracted and worry that I can’t please you – I mean, you’re a supermodel, you’re the sexiest woman alive. I’m just … me.” He felt her hand tug him even tighter around her body.
“Kate, I … think I want to watch you with somebody else.” For a brief moment she stayed disturbingly still as she took it in. He couldn’t see her reaction from where he lay, and the fear of what she might say to that quickly sank into him. Her head now flipped around entirely to reveal a face of puzzlement and restrained fury.
She blinked a few times trying to figure out if he was being facetious or joking, but she sad the saddened look about his face and knew that he was telling the truth. She glanced away as she thought about it.
“No – I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.” She rolled over and wrapped him in her arms, nuzzling her face into his furry chest. He smelled so good – a musky, sweet kind of smell with a tangy tone that was unique to him. It smelled like her lover, her husband; a cosy, comforting kind of smell that reminded her of home.
“But don’t you ever wonder if you’re missing out on something I can’t give you? This thing barely works half the time.” He said with frustration. “And honestly, I think it’d be really hot to see you getting what you really deserve, even if I’m not the one giving it to you.”
She was absolutely taken aback. He couldn’t see it, but her eyes were pinned open as she calculated it all in her head. She imagined being ploughed down by a stranger, and while she couldn’t deny it would be kind of hot she still thought this might all be a test. Not wanting to shatter his ego, she still denied it.
“I can’t cheat on you. We took vows.” She whispered.
“It … it wouldn’t be cheating, not if I’m asking you to do it, not if I’m watching – I’d be part of it too. It’d be more like a threesome than anything.”
That made her more at ease with the idea. With a reluctant tone to her voice after another short pause, she finally agreed.
“… If you’re set on this, and you’re sure, I could…” she couldn’t believe she was agreeing to it “maybe think about giving it a try?”
The sad look on his face washed away, displaced by a gentle, humbled thanks.
He spent the next few weeks setting it all up. Throughout the house he’d hidden secret cameras – there were some in the gardens hidden by bushes, some in the kitchen high up in the lights, in the bedroom alone he’d hidden seven cameras for different angles. The whole house was covered with not a single corner or crevice left out of view. He made sure he wasn’t going to miss a single thing. He’d coupled that with microphones to pick up their moans and gasping breaths. Inside the garden shed, feeling safe in the knowledge that nobody would really go in there, he’d set himself up a little command centre to watch over the various cameras. A box of tissues and a bottle of lube sat next to the computer monitor, ready for when his target came to visit.
He’d selected his cousin. Of all the people in the world he could have chosen – other baseballers, hot Italian football superstars, male models and celebrities; of all the people he knew he chose his cousin Rob for the task.
He was a dumpy little shit, for a pudgy kid with a face riddled with spots like the night’s sky he knew how to be an annoying cocky asshole. He didn’t deserve the attitude that he so often wore. Justin had always thought he needed to be brought down a few pegs, but he also knew full well that he wasn’t getting any action. He was never much of a looker, and with his foul personality he wasn’t likely to get any action even in the coming years.
Even with his faults, he held a soft spot in Justin’s heart. He had wanted to show Rob how to be a better person, but that kind of thing takes years. In the meantime, he could at least help him get laid.
He’d dropped a call in to invite him round, planning to be conveniently called away at just the right time by an emergency.
Rob had arrived at their house and been let in the gate, wandering down the long, winding red-brick driveway in his black crocs and baggy shorts with flames on the bottom. He stepped up and rang the doorbell to their pristine white mansion, picking at his wide nostrils as he waited for somebody to answer the door. Impatient, he took the finger from his nose and pressed the doorbell again and again.
He was greeted by his cousin’s wife dressed in a skimpy skirt and crop top, leaning casually in the doorway as she saw the stocky kid staring back up at her with a vacant expression. It took her a second to notice where his ambiguous brown eyes were staring, and she gave an uncomfortable forced smile as she realised it was her breasts.
Of all the people – why did he have to choose this kid? If the whole point was for her to be satisfied by a better man so that he could watch… was this really the best he had to offer?
“Hi, Rob. Come on in.” She said flatly, trying to disguise her disgust.
Rob said nothing, but waddled his way over the threshold into the wooden-floored entryway. Everything was so bright, creams and whites matched perfectly with hushed greys with splotches of colour coming through from furnishings and plants. Everything had been kept perfectly clean as though it were a show home, and she worried that he’d muddy everything up and put his sticky fingers all over their clean appliances.
“Where’s Justin?” Rob said, looking around. He had just wandered straight into the house without taking off his crocs.
“Take off your shoes first, he’ll be back later. He had to swing downtown for something, so he’ll be back in a bit.” She lied. “For now, it’s just the two of us. What do you want to do first?”
Rob looked a little puzzled. He’d wanted to see his cousin, but… being alone with a girl wasn’t such a bad thing. He wasn’t sure what to say to her, so he just stared at her breasts.
“Rob?” Kate repeated, trying to break his attention away from her chest. She leaned down a little to get closer to his eye-level.
“Oh. Do you have any games?” Asked the acne-riddled teen. This wasn’t what Kate or Justin had in mind, but she humoured him. They went to the living room and turned on the TV, booting up the PS5 and letting him run some zombies on Cod. Kate stared at the cameras with a slight shrug. This was going to be harder than she thought. Kate sat next to him on the couch and made comments that bordered on sarcastic about how good he was at zombies, but she absolutely did not care in the slightest.
“You know, it’s a beautiful day outside. How about we take a dip in the pool while we wait for Justin?” Kate suggested after a while. “I’ll even let you pick out my bikini.” She said with a forced smile. Internally she was recoiling at the fact she was even suggesting it to the little goblin.
His face lit up and he paused the game. “Can I?!” It seemed the only thing he cared more about than his games were titties. She already knew the one he was going to pick, the most skimpy thing possible that offered the least coverage as it got wet. Sure enough, as he shuffled through the house and entered their bedroom he began pulling bikini tops and bottoms out one by one and tossing them to the floor until he found the exact one she expected. He held it up to imagine it on her body, demanded “this one” and walked off, leaving the rest of them on the ground. She closed the door behind him since he’d neglected to do that himself and stuffed everything back into its place, giving him a middle finger through the door as he left.
She met him back downstairs and he’d changed too into one from a pile of spares just in case they had a visitor who wanted to swim. He’d used the pile before when he’d visited and knew where to find it.
“Rob!” she called from the doorway, ready to show off her tight body for him. He stood there with his mouth agape as he stared her up and down, dissecting every curve and dip on her body, every heap and trough, and taking delight at the way the fabric rode up into her crotch, outlining the mounds that lay below. He’d never seen something so skimpy on a girl before, much less on a fully grown woman. Especially not on a supermodel. It seemed to break something within him, or activate something within him, she wasn’t sure which.
There was definitely something going on in his shorts. He turned a deep shade of red an tried to cover himself up, running off into the pool without saying a word. She watched on with a mixture of humour and pity. For the first time that day, she hated him a little less.
He sat in the water up to his nose, still covering himself beneath the surface. He watched as she slowly dipped herself in, holding onto the ladder and making a slow slurred movement into the pool that barely caused a ripple. All the while she maintained fierce eye contact with hooded eyes in an attempt to let him know she was open to seduction, but he was too naive to notice.
She knew that the sheer fabric on the swimsuit would be as good as transparent at the slightest splash. Completely submerged, she might as well have been wearing nothing at all. She was furious at his choice, and the fact that she had even agreed to this at all. His eyes stared wide at her as her breasts bobbed up and down in the water, floating up to the surface and giving him just a peek of what lay beneath. They raced around and chased each other, splashing and playing, but the whole time he remained that red colour as he nursed his boner between his legs when he could.
The whole time she tried to hide her anger at the situation she found herself in. Any guy would pay, or kill, to be in his position right now. And here she was with this pudgy teenager with skin like bubble wrap. She found him as visually pleasing as a public toilet and with just as much charm, but she reminded herself that this was for the sake of their marriage. It was all for Justin.
Finally, she decided to take matters into her own hands if he wasn’t going to make a move. She herded him into one corner of the pool and edged in closer and closer, giving him the same look as before but now biting her lip as she waded through the pool. She tip-toed over to raise herself up and give him a better look at the top half of her body.
“I’m so wet, Rob. Maybe we should… head back inside.” She said in a slow sultry manner that somehow still managed to evade him.
“Oh-oh-oh… oh-okay.” He stammered repeatedly, trying to gather the few thoughts that rattled around in his head to put them together into something he could use. He was so focused on that look. He’d never seen a girl look at him like that before, never seen a girl dressed like that before… his cock twitched with a fury he was unaccustomed to as his teenage hormones sent him into overdrive.
She edged even closer now until her shadow loomed over him. With one hand she raised it gently to his cheek, still staring with unblinking eyes, and leant her head down. At last her eyes closed and her lips met his. He felt like he was going to explode. His cock twitched and jerked all on its own and hardened to a level that verged on pain. Her lips were so soft and smooth with a delicate quality that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She approached even closer and opened her mouth slowly as to entice him to do the same but managed to press her leg right up against the side of his cock. She never expected it to be quite so long – especially for someone his age. A sense of shock ran through her at her realisation that he might actually be able to do something with this.
“Come.” She ordered, taking his hand. He felt like he was already about to.
She led him to the ladder and clambered out, and of course he stared up at the translucent bikini before him as she took each step. Her glistening thighs looked so touchable, so soft… he felt like he didn’t want to leave the pool with such a raging erection in case she’d see it, still missing the point.
“You’re a big boy… don’t be shy.” She purred. That didn’t help, he was still burning up. Nonetheless, her words spurred him on enough to climb the ladder and make his escape from the pool. There he stood, not just a tent but a marquee pitched in his swim shorts. As much as she hated to admit it, seeing it there in all its glory actually made her want to peel those shorts off his body.
She directed him over to one of the sun loungers, a white towel had been thrown over it in preparation. He lay down with wide eyes, surprise written all over him. She lowered herself down onto her knees, still staring at him, and slid her hands up his legs with a motion as smooth as butter.
“Ever done anything like this with a girl before?” she asked. He shook his head violently. “Want to?” she asked with a wink. He nodded just as furiously.
Justin was watching the scene from his shed eagerly, his eyes practically bulging as the action began to develop. He picked up the lube and rubbed his hands together tightly in preparation as his wife slid down Rob’s swimwear.
His cock jutted out and sprang up into the air after the top of his shorts had pulled it down. She basked in the glory of his long, girthy member in shock at how a kid like him, this dumpy little space cadet, could have a monster dong. It just wasn’t fair.
She figured she should just get it over and done with, and started it all off by running her tongue along his leg all the way up his thigh. His cock gave a happy jerk in response as he stared down at her with eager anticipation. Her tongue curled around his ball sack and gave little sucks, teasing the orbs inside. Rob had never felt anything like it.
She then began to work her tongue from the sack up his shaft, making small curling motions in an effort to tease and eek out more reactions from it. He had to hold back his hips from thrusting into the air already, just the slightest touch was manifested tenfold for this horny demon. At last, she hovered over his glans with her lips puckered over it.
“Ready?” she huffed, looking up at him over his belly. He gave a gentle nod now, not entirely sure if he was ready or not.
Her head sunk slowly down, her golden hair falling like a curtain over his legs. The sensation of her soft lips running along his sensitive head was incredible, but then came the tongue running along the ridge. He immediately began to cry out and grip the sides of the reclining chair in which he lay with wild grasps. He couldn’t find any words, only sounds escaped him – breathy feral moans of pleasure that reverberated around his body.
The feeling of her small, smooth tongue running over the most sensitive part of his body was amazing, but it took control over every muscle in him and ignited the nerves within. It took no time at all before she could taste his salty, bitter precum seeping out of the hole at his tip and his legs began to tremble.
She began to pick up her pace, watching as his body writhed and squirmed at every expert flick of her tongue and squeeze of her lips around him. His moans grew louder, and his hips began to force the dick deeper and deeper into her throat as it tensed up along with his prostate, shooting out wad after wad of hot sticky cum deep into her mouth.
Naturally, she swallowed it all and smiled up at him. He was taking gasping pants for breath, his chest rising and falling deeply, while his legs shook uncontrollably.
“How was that?” she grinned, wiping her mouth on her arm. He still couldn’t vocalise anything but looked at her with a mixture of fear and amazement in his eyes. ‘How could it be possible that the human body could feel this way’ he wondered to himself as he quaked.
She wasn’t done with him yet. She took him by the hand once more and led him back through into the house, up the stairs and to the bedroom. He was still semi-erect, and she wanted to see if there was more left in that juicy cock of his.
She threw him down onto the sheets of her marital bed and crawled on top of him with hungry eyes set in her face. She lined up her breasts with his cock and spat down on them to lubricate them, allowing a string of spit to slink down slowly onto the tip of his dick as it was pressed between her soft mounds.
With a smile that was far more genuine now she began to move them up and down, fucking him with her tits. It took no time at all before he was hard again between the mixture of his teenage hormones and the fact his dick was pried between a supermodel’s tits. He couldn’t believe his luck. Any thought of his cousin and their marriage had never even entered his head to begin with – it was just him and her as far as he was concerned. Justin, meanwhile, was very much enjoying the show from his shed, pumping his meat furiously until his reached the edge of orgasm and backing off to ride the waves of pleasure as his wife performed her acts upon Rob.
Satisfied with how hard he was again, she gripped his dick from the base and pointed it straight upwards as she positioned herself above him. “I’m guessing you’ve never done this either.” She was right. Her hands couldn’t even grasp the full length of it and struggled with the immense girth. It’d make a big change from her husband’s dick.
She moved the glans between her lips and aligned it with her wet hole, slowly sinking down onto it. Rob couldn’t stop himself from staring at the gap between her legs, watching it engulf his cock inside her body. He was entranced, mesmerised as her lips parted to accommodate him. As the fullness of his size slid inside her glistening pussy she released a moan that she’d been holding back. After a second of getting used to it, she began to rock herself back and forth and up and down, gyrating expertly on top of the boy.
He felt incredible, like he’d just won the Fortnite world cup… only better. He decided he’d give it a go and take charge, finally comfortable with the situation. His hands instinctively gripped her hips and he took control of the pace, pumping his hips beneath her. She moaned and bucked her chest out, finally enjoying Rob’s company for a change.
Her pussy dripped madly onto his thighs as he pounded away at her, filling her deeper and deeper with every stroke while her walls squeezed and clenched around him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten a dicking this good.
He pushed her off and spun her around onto all fours, taking up a position behind her. With a little huffing moan, she realised that she was under his spell and he had control over her as long as he could keep providing what he’d been providing. He lined himself up with her glistening slit once more and sunk himself in, savouring the delectable feeling of her puffy, excited walls parting for his turgid cock. His fingers dug into her waist and he began to pump away furiously. He grabbed her long hair and wound it around the back of his hand to control her even further. His pace quickened and his body shuddered as he neared climax once more, but her walls quaked and quivered around him as he got close.
Finally, just as he was tipping over the edge, the feeling of his balls slamming against her clit and the incredible filling that he’d done was too much for her, tipping her over in unison. He made a few full, deep, final thrusts as his dick tensed again and pushed out more cum. Rob thought he heard a noise coming from the shed at the same time over the sound of their panting bodies, but he dismissed it as he pulled out and watched his jizz spooge out of her hole.