“Look out the window, babe.” Eric said to my wife, Laryssa as she bounced up and down on the meat-head’s big dick in my bed. “Watch your wimp of a husband washing my truck.”
And with that, Laryssa had another orgasm all over Eric’s huge cock.
The Student My Girl Was Tutoring Bossed Me Around in Front of Her
It all started when Laryssa volunteered to be Eric’s tutor. Eric’s kid brother, Masterson, mowed our lawn as a side job. One day, Eric came by our house in his 4×4 truck to pick up his little brother. Laryssa came out to introduce herself, eager to meet him after seeing him around here and there.
Eric was about 6’2”, had the body of a rugby, hockey and football player and was the complete physical opposite of me, who weighed 150 lbs soaking wet. When Laryssa made small talk with him, I could tell Eric was eyeing her up and down, checking out her beautiful rack, tight ass and curly blond hair. They talked for a good ten minutes or so before Eric gave her a wink and headed back into his truck with Masterson. She turned her head back to him to wave goodbye as he smiled at her and drove away.
When Masterson came by to do some more work, Laryssa asked him all about his older brother. Eric conveniently came by a couple of hours later to pick him up, and Laryssa asked him if he needed a tutor for a course Masterson told her was important to his overall grade. Eric seemed embarrassed when she brought it up, but when Laryssa insisted on helping him out, volunteering to do it for free, Eric’s embarrassment turned into cockiness. The amount of caressing her hand did on his forearm, bicep and hand-made him realize she wanted to do more than just tutor him. Hardly a surprise, Eric accepted her generous offer, telling my wife he would come by the house the next day with his books.
When Eric came by the next day, I answered the door. He seemed irritated that I was home. Before Laryssa pulled him into her office, Eric grabbed my by my shirt and yanked me close to him with ease, asking me if I had any car wax in my garage. When I told him I did, he told me to make myself useful and wash his car before waxing it. His assertiveness made my wife bite her bottom lip and squeeze her legs together.
“You’ll find the hand-vac in the backseat.” Eric said to me, tossing me his keys. I failed to catch them, even though he was only 10’ away from me, which made Eric face-palm and shake his head. He looked at Laryssa while thumbing over his shoulder to me, chuckling. This dumb jock was subtly making me look like a wimp in front of my wife.
It took me almost two hours to make Eric’s car pristine. For some reason, I wanted to leave him with a good impression. I was proud of the way I made his truck shine. When I came back inside, Laryssa and Eric were sitting on the couch, the meat-head’s thick arm around my girl’s shoulders. Eric was sitting so close to her that Laryssa was almost cuddled up with him. My entrance was his cue to leave, and Laryssa told him to call her after getting the results of some exam back. Eric grabbed the keys out of my hand as he walked past me without even acknowledging the work I did on his truck.
Laryssa and I didn’t even talk about Eric afterward. Life went on as normal between the two of us…until two days later.
The Big Dumb Jock Kissed My Wife on the Lips Right in Front of Me
I pulled up my driveway and Eric’s truck was parked in front of the garage. Laryssa was leaning against his truck, while he stood in front of her, almost hovering over her. His forearm rested against the door window, and she rested the back of her head against it, as if his giant forearm was a pillow. Again, my entrance was his cue to leave. Eric looked at me and thumbed outward, signaling for me to back out of the driveway, so he could pull out. As I did, Eric leaned in and kissed my wife on the lips, a slight peck that made her knees wobble. Eric smirked and caressed her cheek.
“I’ll pick you up at 7pm.” He said to her before getting in his car and motoring out.
I walked over to Laryssa, who was swooning, almost oblivious to my presence.
“What was that all about?” I asked my wife. I was feeling a mix of emotions seeing some kid disrespect the sanctity of my marriage.
“Eric aced his test!” Laryssa said to me ecstatic, grabbing my arm. “He said he couldn’t have done it without me. So he’s taking me out to celebrate tomorrow night.”
“Oh…that’s our movie night, though…” I replied.
“We can always do that.” She said, shrugging her shoulders, walking back into the house. She as on cloud nine.
“I’ll pick you up at 7.” The meathead said to my wife before kissing her on the lips, right in front of me.
Laryssa really dolled herself up for her night with the meat-head. One would have almost thought she was going on a date with him. I mean, she had her hair done up even prettier than on our wedding day. She wore the sexiest dress I had ever seen her in, and was wearing fuck-me pumps that were clearly just purchased. The way her blond curled hair trickled over her cleavage intentionally drew attention to her tits, which were practically popping out of her brazier. Man, I wanted to nail my wife so bad, but anytime I tried to touch her, she pushed me away.
“Don’t!” She said, shushing me away. “I wanna be immaculate for Moose”.
“Moose?” I asked Laryssa.
“That’s Eric’s nickname, sweetie.” She replied, turning her head to me as she put her earrings on. “That’s what his friends call him.”
“Wow. So, you guys are friends then, I guess.” I said with my head down, uncomfortable with my wife giving some other guy her attention. She wouldn’t let me touch her so she could be pristine for some kid?! Albeit a kid who was the star of the football team, and dwarfed me with his alpha male frame.
“Do me a favor, hun.” Laryssa replied, oblivious to my jealousy. “Zip me up, will you?” Laryssa turned her back to me, so I could do as she asked.
“So…why do they call him Moose?” I asked my wife as I zipped up her dress from behind.
“I dunno.” She said, though her facial expression suggested she had a suspicious about the nickname’s origins. “He said I would find out tonight.”
I heard Eric’s noisy truck pull up to the driveway, and a moment later, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door to greet the big jock, he looked right past me as he walked into my house, making me back away timidly to get out of his way. Eric handed me an empty fountain drink cup.
“Toss that for me, will ya, sport?” Eric said to me, still not even looking at me. “Babe, you ready?” He shouted towards our bedroom.
Laryssa walked out looking gorgeous, and both Eric and I were speechless. I turned me head to Eric and reached out my arm for a fist bump. Eric walked over to my wife once again without even acknowledging me.
“You look amazing.” Eric said to my wife with a smile, his hand on her bare shoulders. “So fuckin’ hot.”
“Look who’s talking.” Laryssa flirted back, returning the smile as she traced his chest with her index finger. I don’t know why my wife wold say such a thing – Eric was wearing a Toronto Maple Leaf’s hockey jersey and jeans.
They began to make their way towards the door, before Laryssa turned to me.
“See you later, sweetie.” Laryssa said to me. At that moment, I wasn’t her husband. I was a friend of hers watching her leave with another guy on a date. That didn’t even deter her one bit. Eric wasn’t looking at me, but his eyes did catch the boner protruding out of my pants before they left.
The Meathead Fucked My Wife So Hard, the Legs of Our Bed Collapsed
I called a buddy if mine to join me at a popular bar we regularly attended, as I wanted to take my mind off the date my wife was on. Halfway through my beer, I spotted Eric and Laryssa at the bar! I really didn’t know they would be there, but it hardly mattered. I sat at the table alone while my buddy hit on some girl at another table. I watched Eric bully my wife’s body against the bar, her back to it, his left hand holding the counter, his right arm aimed towards my wife’s crotch. Her legs were open, and she was making faces she only made when she was orgasming. Their bodies were so close, their lips were centimeters apart…I was so grateful that I was sitting down at that point, because there was no way I could have hidden my erection. I watched Laryssa and Eric leave the bar 20 minutes later, and I signaled to my buddy that I was taking off, too.
My buddy gave me a lift when we went to the bar, so I cabbed it home. When the taxi pulled up to my driveway, guess who’s truck was parked in it once again. The windows were wide open in the cab, so the driver could hear what was clearly moans of ecstasy from my wife. The taxi driver gave me the thumbs-up and asked me who the lucky guy was. I rolled my eyes as I got out of the cab after handing him my fare, and as I got closer to my house, the moans got louder.
I walked straight towards the master bedroom when I got inside, and the sight before me made my cock almost burst through my pants. The legs of the bed had collapsed, so the mattress was on a 45 degree angle. Laryssa was on all fours, while Eric hunched over her from behind. Both of them were naked, and the air smelled like a mix of sweat and cum. While both of their eyes were closed, Eric’s mouth was wide open, and was exhaling in gaps. I realized the big dumb jock had just finished cumming inside of my wife.
As he pulled his enormous cock out my wife’s tight pussy, I could see that Eric’s cock was ridiculously thick, full of girth. It didn’t take a genius why his nickname was “Moose”. The meathead pulled the rubber off his big dick swiftly with one hand and tossed it at a wedding picture of my wife and I on the nightstand. The condom was the size of a deflated balloon, and his cum filled at least half the bag! At least it did initially – parts of Eric’s cum came out of the condom when he tossed it, making globs of semen ooze down the side of the picture showing me.
I back pedaled out of the doorway as he turned around to lay on the broken bed. Laryssa cuddled up in Eric’s arms to keep from sliding off the bed. They whispered to each other before silence took over, and I realized my wife had passed right out, likely from the hard fucking the jock just gave her. I know I should have been mad, but part of me was in awe of this stud. He could have cared less that Laryssa was a married woman. He wanted to fuck her and he did, because he could.
Eric came out the bedroom wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. He looked over to his right and spotted me, and without any reaction to my presence, pointed to a pair of his socks on the floor by the sofa.
“Pass me those.” He ordered me. I scurried over to grab the socks before I handed them to him with both hands. If I was on bended knee, it would have looked like I was presenting him with the sword of Excalibur.
“Geez, fag, put ‘em on me.” Eric grunted, irritated that he had to dictate what he expected me to do. He lifted one of his legs up like he was Captain Morgan, and I actually did drop to my knees, so I could do as he asked what I was told.
I kneeled down and began to put Eric’s big white sweatsocks on his giant foot, which looked like a football, I had never seen feet so big. I looked up at him, and for the first time, I saw a smile on his face, like I had pleased him.
“You’re gonna be seeing a lot more of me, kid.”
‘Kid’. This ogre, who was still in school, was calling me, a married man, a kid.
“You did a really shitty job with my truck the other day.” Eric said to me as he put on his jeans and hockey jersey back on.
“Oh…I uh…” I didn’t know how to respond to that. Was I supposed to apologize? It’s not like I was being paid to do it – he
asked told me to do it and I did, unconditionally. But before I could say anything, Eric was out of the house.
I walked into my bedroom and looked at my wife, naked and covered in Eric’s cum and sweat, sleeping on a slanted bed that was broken from the hard fucking that took place on it before my arrival. Her eyes opened up a moment later, and we stared in each other in silence. The smile she gave me told me she wasn’t going to give Eric up, and the smile I gave back told her I wasn’t going to challenge that.
So here I am, a week later, on my hands and knees in my driveway, scrubbing Eric’s hubcaps like a madman. He and my wife are not making any attempts to keep their intense fucking quiet. Eric may be whispering in her ear at times, but I don’t need to hear him to know he’s making fun of me. I don’t need to talk to my wife to know it makes her wet when he does. And both of them know I’m content with it all, based on the boner in my pants I keep sporting anytime I see them together.