Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

She whined weakly though persistently, not knowing herself that she'd already won, "But Scotty, we're talking about an affair. Aren't you taking this seriously? Won't you be even a little guilty? You said you'd fix it. Don't you love me at all?"

Having lost, I lowered my head and I kissed his right nut, mumbling, "I didn't have an affair." I kissed his other nut, "I'll never have an affair." Then I kissed between them, "I Love you more than life." I let my lips part and kissed them with a wetted tongue, "I just can't see any way to fix things without doing this first."

I ran my tongue across his loose scrotum, feeling the boys within shift as I pushed them from side to side, then conceded, "You can have whatever you want." Then I begged my dearest bride, "But we have to talk later."

She laughed nervously, relieved that I'd given her what she was so sure our love needed. Bending close she kissed my forehead, "Oh! You are the absolute best man in the history of men." In that moment I believed her. Somehow it made it right.

But then his big cock which was draped to the right over his stomach, slid to a new position draped to the left, touching her face ever so slightly in the process. She noticed, giggling more as she sat back up, her silky hair dragging over his cock. Once again she was nestled next to, and very close to Lloyd.

My stomach lurched in jealousy.

None of her movements escaped Lloyd's notice, "Maybe a pretty girl like you had an affair too? Maybe you should join your husband on the floor?"

"Don't be silly! I didn't have a fling. People just don't want me the way they want Scotty here." The illogic of her denial in the face of her refusal to understand mine was completely lost on her.

She didn't even notice that Lloyd was attracted to her. For the first time ever I saw a silver lining to her insecurities.

Lloyd gave up trying to persuade her immediately, though he did sound a little irritated, spitting his words in my direction, "Suck my balls bitch. They're not sensitive. Suck 'em hard."

Claire, always so naive, interpreted all this as a mere game. Her voice sounded so innocently unknowing, "That sounds fun! Do that to his balls."

Effortlessly his monster hands guided my head all around his hanging fruits, stopping when one was pressed up against my lips. "Go on." He said, "Take it in."

I slurped on his ball, sucking the whole masculine wiry-haired thing into my mouth. I knew they looked big but as soon as one was actually in my mouth I was taken back by how much one filled me up. It was like stuffing a hard boiled egg in there. Lloyd looked down at me, his eyes burning into mine, "Now suck!" Having submitted, I did it. And when he told me to suck harder I did that too. The suction made my jaw squeeze them tight.

The eye contact between him and I was almost too intense. Claire broke my trance interrupting, "Oh Scotty, can you hear how you're making him groan? He really likes it!" I shifted my eyes from his steel colored irises to look into her sparkling green ones. "You're really getting the hang of oral foreplay."

Her words reminded me of the sequence she mentioned before: warm-up, foreplay, the act itself, cum-play, swallowing, and clean-up. We were only up to foreplay. This was going to be a long night.

Lloyd brought my attention back to his balls, "Now don't let it out. Just keep sucking." Saying that he pushed my head away from him, extending his bag out till it was stretched, like, six inches long. "Now you keep doing that on your own."

I pulled with my mouth till his scrotum was pulled so tight one would think it would tear, but it made him go wild. I sucked his ball deep into my mouth then pushed it to the front, rolling it around in there. Reminding me that they weren't fragile he told me to use my teeth. Why not? Gently, I closed my mouth around the nasty nad bringing my teeth to bear. He loved it! In fact, he even suggested that I 'chew' on the sack – though this time he did say to be careful.

Claire was watching in wide-eyed amazement, "Do you want me to chew your balls too, Honey?" Without thinking I shook my head violently to show just how much the insane proposition terrified me.

Lloyd went absolutely bat-shit crazy. Feeling a tap on my nose I could see that he was now partially hard which caused his cock to lurch, thereby bumping into my face.

His left hand grasped my head tightly but with his right hand he let go. Bringing that hand to my mouth he pushed on his right nut with his thumb. The intent was clear – he planned to put the other one in me too. It was an inconceivable idea but his stare seemed determined. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. My words were muffled as I told him there was no way it would fit, and based on his reply he must have understood my incomprehensible complaint.

"Don't worry, Boy, I'll get it in. I shook my head again which only spurred him on more. Lloyd tilted my head, then pushed hard, and it squeezed right in. Both plums filled my entire oral cavity. I was beyond being grossed out. They were hairy and slightly sweaty, and smelled like mine – in other words, like balls. The experience did nothing for me but it sure did a lot for him as this beast-man's cock now towered over my face reaching up maybe eight or nine inches. Who could tell from this angle and this close? I couldn't even focus on it clearly because it was so close to my eyes.

Lloyd bounced his hips up and down pushing my head in the opposite direction each time so his balls would get yanked to and fro. He seemed greatly excited and I hoped this would get him off. It would be great if he came on his stomach and not in me.

Claire had her left elbow resting on Lloyd's shoulder now. They were far too chummy for my liking. Chummy in a 'them against me' sort of way, not in a 'their gonna have sex with each other way.' Speaking close to Lloyd's ear she exclaimed with a grin, "I can't believe you got both of those in him! I mean, how can they possibly fit?"

To me she said, "How in the world can you breath?" I too didn't know how they fit. As for breathing, there was no way to breath through my mouth but my nose worked just fine even while sporting a bushy pube-mustache.

I was worried about my masculinity, and about her perception of my masculinity. But I stopped worrying when she said, "It's just proof that you can do anything. You're amazing! And you obviously love me greatly." I nodded vigorously. Lloyd's big cock bounced back and forth between his stomach and my face making slapping sounds as it hit him and I.

Lloyd disagreed, "It's not him. I'm the one with the talent. Here, look." He reached down to take his phone out of his pants pocket then began showing Claire picture after picture of guys and gals with his gigantic balls stuffed in their mouths.

"Don't worry." He said to me, with just a few bribes, I got a vault for my devices."

I couldn't see the pics but the two of them spent a considerable amount of time gleefully talking about them. All the while I knelt there sucking on his balls. After a bit he asked her, "Can I?" She shrugged her shoulders casually in a happy gesture.

Lloyd recklessly pointed his phone's camera at me, "Say cheese." I couldn't say anything or even smile. I felt like I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. When the flash went off I knew I was a part of his collection. The AI dutifully announced my name and some personal statistics as it catalogued the photo.

Next Lloyd growled, "Are you ready to become a cocksucker yet?" I wanted to shake my head but it would make no difference. On the other hand I couldn't bring myself to nod. And there was no way to speak. I just peered around the huge pole looking into his lust-filled eyes.

Lloyd stared back, "Now listen closely. I once saw a guy in a pool room take a bet that he couldn't put a pool ball in his mouth. He did. See, it went in just fine. Only he couldn't get it out. They never come out good.

Well now it's time to take my bollocks out of your mouth. They went in easy enough but it's not going to be so easy going the other way. Just cooperate and you won't get hurt. Having said that he started prying open my jaws with his thumbs. When he felt they were sufficiently open he started to tug on the skin of his ballsack, repositioning his right nut near the opening. When the left nut seemed to me like it was crawling to the back of my tongue and the right one was halfway through my lips, with a practiced technique, he slapped me sharply on the forehead. They popped out with an audible noise.

Both his furry cubs and my chin were slick with drool.

Claire kicked off her heels, and tucked one of her pretty feet up under her tush to get more comfortable while she watched. I dropped my hand from his knee to hers and she held it in her own, mouthing silently, "Thank you."

Our manly guest shifted his hands around on my head getting a good grip. He dragged my lips up from his balls to the lower part of his cockshaft then back again. Twisting and turning my head, he moved me all around wherever his whims lead him.

Claire caught my attention, touching me gently with one soft toe on my calf. I looked up from his great stalk to her glowing face. Again she mouthed silent words to me, "You're really wonderful." Her foot on my leg felt like love. Her assurance made it all worth it. I could do anything as long as she continued to touch me.

I let my tongue out to bathe his cock. Lloyd spoke up, "That's right. I knew you'd get into it. Now let's take it a little higher." He dragged me about four inches up from the base. "Keep that tongue moving."

"You hear that?" She asked me. Then went on, "He likes your tongue. Keep this up and we'll never have a problem again…The perfect husband." She stroked my calf. "Lloydy, is it everything you hoped it would be?"

He pushed me down to his balls again then back up nearly to the top. He turned his head to look at her, "You betcha. Soft lips…wet tongue…no complaining. I'd have to say he's the best ball lover I've had."

She clapped her hands, "Oh goody! Too bad this is a one time thing."

Lloyd lamented, "Awww. Say it ain't so. I mean he's really good at this. No one's been able to keep my bollocks in their mouth for so long before. He must have been down there gnawing on them for fifteen minutes. They usually get all squirmy trying to take them out on their own. I'm having a great time and I'd really like to do him again."

"Oh Buddy," she gushed, "We're having a great time too, but this is about what our marriage needs and not about sex." Down there with my lips and tongue going all over a man's pole I felt nothing of the sort. We were absolutely NOT having a great time! My knees and jaw hurt. I was humiliated and grossed out. And mostly I was really afraid of what was to come next.

I'm sure Llloyd read my mind, "Scotty, that magical time has finally arrived. The moment when you get to finally have my juicy cockhead in your mouth." He looked back and forth between both of us, "The main event."

He started to drag my lips up to the top without any meandering side trips. Up to now I had cooperated with all this, resigned to my fate, but for the first time my resolve left me and I resisted.

Claire scolded me, "Honey, what are you doing? We promised Lloyd a good time. You promised me you would suck his dick." Her voice changed from annoyed to desperate, "We neeed this. It has to…

Lloyd cut her off, "Don't worry your pretty li'l head. I like the struggle. The more he fights it the better!"

Hearing him she changed her tune, "Oh Scotty, You always were better at reading people than I was. You knew what our friend wanted all along." She chuckled. I was just relieved to hear her in good spirits. Next she told me, "Keep it up. Struggle some more, Dear." She stroked my leg with her toe again then inexplicably lifted her foot up to caress the side of my face. It was weird. She'd never done anything like that before. It didn't bother me, like her hands, she always kept her feet impeccably clean. It was just weird.

Lloyd went crazy seeing her mysterious gesture. With a deep gutteral moan he added, "Claire, you keep that up too. That's fucking hot! Rub your sexy foot all over his face." So she did. "Now wrap your foot around him and help me out here."

His hands took my head in a vice-like grip now while my Forever Girl hooked her ankle behind my neck. I pushed away as hard as I ever have, straining my arms to increase the distance between me and the brutish cock. For a moment I succeeded, backing up maybe two feet. From this distance I got my first clear look at the animalistic organ. It truly was about nine intimidating inches long. It was uncut and the foreskin hadn't yet retracted. It had scary blue veins criss-crossing here and there jutting out, giving it texture. The spit soaked rod gleamed, rising to stand on its own, like some giant bull phallus.

The two of them worked together to force me back. Lloyd kept a running commentary telling me how great it was to wrestle me onto his beast. Claire joined in the game, laughing while encouraging me to combat their combined efforts.

It stopped feeling like a game to me. This was all real. I never intended to pretend to defy him; mine really was all an internal struggle. On the one hand this might be what Claire needed to be whole. On the other hand I hated putting a man's junk in my mouth.

What should I do? Rather than make a decision I made none. I kept fighting them, but I don't know if I did it to give him the struggle he wanted or to resist.

Eventually they won out. As much as I pushed against his thighs with my hands the gap closed, bringing me back to where I had been. Lloyds arms flexed showing off his virile biceps. My body was tense all over, my knees were scuffed from the carpet, and my package swung impotently below me. Claire's leg bent at the knee as she used her leg to control me. With her legs spread obscenely, the position exposed her panty clad mound to my view from beneath the babydoll. Just before the dickhead touched me I spied a tiny wet spot seeping through her pink panty.

I had no time to process how I felt about her arousal as the gigantic tool loomed before me. My mouth was heading directly toward the bunched up foreskin gnarled there on the end. I could easily make out the shape of the head beneath. He hadn't guided my mouth this high before. A second before the side of his moist tip was going to contact my lips for the first time, her hand snuck in, daintily grasping his massive member and pointing it directly at my virgin mouth.

I beheld a terrible sight; there on the end of his puckered foreskin, a large drop of precum seeped out. I had no time to react. She smeared that sticky liquid all over my tightly closed lips, rubbing the mushroom head within, right and left between them. My lips were pliable so I couldn't stop the end of his meat from parting them.

She wiggled it anywhere she could to get it inside me, swiping my clenched teeth and eventually stretching my cheek grotesquely as they worked it between my cheek and teeth.

Two inches of a spongy half hard erection was in my being, rubbing against the wet mucus membranes of my involuntarily involved mouth.

Lloyd stopped pulling on my head so my wife relaxed her leg too. For a minute, the three of us sat there listening to each other breath. I was out of breath from the exertion, my nostrils flaring each time I pulled needed air through them. Lloyd's breath came deep in big inhalations of lust while my darling's was quick with playful excitement.

Her excitement concerned me but nowhere near as much as the broken state of mind from the last months. I shifted my eyes to take an appraisal of the situation. Her face held a zeal for life I hadn't seen in a long time.

I could do this! I would allow myself to be used but feign the opposite. I needed to will myself to open my mouth unwillingly. I pretended to have difficulty getting enough air. Suddenly I opened wide gasping for a big breath. As anticipated Lloyd turned his hip while angling my head so his cock found the center pathway.

He pulled me down until his pipe clogged the opening to my throat. I was stretched and filled. I looked down the length seeing another four, maybe five inches, of un-engulfed cock. He held me impaled there for a couple minutes at least. I figure he must have been trying to decide if he was going to try to put it in my too narrow throat or settle for a shallow headjam.

If he wanted to face-fuck me I didn't want to risk injury to my windpipe by fighting him so I 'gave up.' Sighing in phony defeat I encircled his shaft hugging the turgid monster with my lips.

Claire stroked my face a few more times causing our guest to moan even louder. I'm not into feet but I guess he was. Her nighty had flipped up as she did it, so her scantily clad mons was on full display for us to see.

He pumped my head up and down a few times then brought me all the way to the tip risking it falling out. "Look at it! Both of you." He pushed my head off. I found it impossible not to stare directly at the navel shaped tip, directly at the pointy arrow created by his foreskin. "I'm really close to filling your husband up with a boatload of cum. It's gonna ooze out of his mouth and make a glorious mess. Would you like to do the clean-up?"

In my head I screamed, "No, Baby don't do it! You're mine alone."

Ever polite she just declined, "No thanks. It's all Scottie's"

"Suit yourself. There'll be plenty." Returning to the task at hand he sneered, "I'm gonna put you back down now. And you're done holding out. From now on you're gonna give it your full enthusiastic best. So, my foreskin needs to be skimmed down. The next push is going to be slow so you can take care of that for me. After that you and I are taking a ride!"

He asked Claire, "You're on board with that, right?"

"Oh yes Sir. That sounds wonderful." After that she patted my head, "You give it a hundred percent and all our problems will be fixed."

His strong hands directed me. I pursed my lips to get a good grip on the foreskin that was clinging to his crown so tightly. I had to work at it because it didn't want to let go. I wriggled my lips which only worked a little. Then I stuck my tongue in the end trying to pry it open more. It was difficult and I made little grunting sounds with my efforts. Between the wriggling and the prying I finally got it to give way. As soon as it was past the ridge Lloyd pulled me down again. I kept pushing on the receding loose skin until it ran out.

"Oh niiice." He told me. "Your lips are soft." He turned to Claire, "You were sooo right. His lips are soft and full." She just murmered her agreement, then, perhaps inspired by Lloyd's foot fetish, surprised me by pinching my nipple with her toes. My nipples are always sensitive and I felt my loins stir just a little.

Lloyd started bucking his hips up into my mouth. I kept my lips as tight as I could, lapping at the underside of his frenulum simultaneously. When he pushed up he would also pull down and I did my best to bob up and down in concert.

My upper body was being rocked up and down pretty fast now. My balls and cock were flung back and forth between my legs from the agitated motion which made my dick feel good sliding against my thighs. I grunted each time the big weapon touched the opening to my throat. I still worried he would try to jam it down there, while also wondering if it, being kinda spongy, if it might not actually go.

Lloyd's hands were throwing me up and down faster and faster. We had a rhythm and it was working pretty well for us. After some time I noticed that I was no longer grunting with each thrust but that I was unintelligibly saying, "Yes, yes, yes." with every downstroke.

After a minute Lloyde joined me, booming, "Yes, yes, yes." At the same times as me. I had a crazy thought. Since it was a little bendy and soft I decided to deep throat it or choke trying. I slipped my hands around then under his thighs feeling the naked hairy skin with my palms but also Claire's naked smooth leg on the left.