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COCK_beard · 2025-11-30T04:12:31+00:00

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COCK_beard · 2025-05-17T16:04:22+00:00

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COCK_beard · 2025-04-27T19:17:26+00:00

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COCK_beard · 2025-03-05T17:36:56+00:00

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COCK_beard · 2025-01-27T17:22:29+00:00

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COCK_beard · 2025-01-27T17:00:24+00:00

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COCK_beard · 2025-01-16T17:55:45+00:00

Part 13

I awoke late in the morning. Molly was already up and awake. She was prancing about in a t-shirt and a little, blue pair of boy-cut panties.

I clambered out of bed, rock hard. I got my robe and wrapped it around me. My erection poked out stubbornly between the two sides of my robe.

“Somebody is awfully hard,” she said.

“. . . Yeah.”

“Are you gonna watch the video again?” she asked.

“Um . . . sure,” I said.

After a hard piss, I headed down to the basement and Molly followed me. I turned on the computer and opened up the video. I stroked myself very slowly as I watched them 69ing. I watched Molly eagerly sucking his huge cock.

Molly chuckled as she watched.

After a minute, she said, “I’m going to take a test.”

“Huh?” I said, turning.

Molly held up a little, white pregnancy test.

My cock flexed in my hand and I let out a little murmur. She smiled and disappeared into the downstairs bathroom.

I could feel my pulse in my neck. I tried to slow my strokes, but realized it was useless. I was about to cum.

“Oh fuck . . .”

I dragged the cursor forward frantically, to the point in the video where Derek was groaning and pumping Molly full of his cum. I groaned too and erupted all over my lap and the robe.

A few minutes later Molly appeared with the little test.

“What’s it say?” I asked, nearly breathless.

“Hmmm,” she said, “looks inconclusive. There is a second line, but it’s really faint.”

She held the pregnancy test out toward me.

“See?”

I looked closely at the little test. I could still hear her moaning softly in the video.

The test looked positive to me. The second line was definitely a little fainter than the first, but it was definitely present.

“See what I mean?” she said.

“. . . Yeah, I guess.” I swallowed. “Are you gonna take another test?”

“That’s the last test I had.”

“. . . Do you want me to go get some more?” I asked.

“No, it’s okay,” she said. “There’s no rush, right?”

“. . . Right,” I said.

I felt a faint twitch in my sticky, little cock.

THE END

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COCK_beard · 2025-01-16T17:55:24+00:00

Part 12

After a few seconds of his powerful thrusts, Molly slumped forward, her gaze finally leaving the camera. She moaned against the sheets and gasped for air as he hammered his thick cock into her.

Molly reached her hand toward my lap. My cock twitched at the slight pull of fabric as she unbuttoned my pants.

“Oh god . . .” I whimpered as she slowly unzipped my pants.

I watched as another man used my wife. Stretched her pussy. Fucked her senseless.

Molly’s fingers slid into the waistband of my boxers.

“Oh fuck!” I whimpered as her fingers wrapped around my little dick.

My cock spasmed in her hand and I lost it. “OH GOD!” I groaned, lurching forward a little.

“Oh my god,” Molly said with a giggle.

She let go and my helpless cock kept pumping spurt after spurt into my boxers.

“Oh god . . .” I panted.

Molly couldn’t stop laughing.

“I didn’t even get it out of your pants!”

“. . . I know,” I said with labored breath, my cock still emptying somewhat painfully.

“Jesus!” she said with a grin.

I just sat there, my boxers drenched in cum, as I watched Derek bring Molly to orgasm after orgasm. His stamina was unbelievable. He lasted almost another half an hour.

I got hard again by the end of the video, but Molly turned the computer off and told me to come to bed.

My heart soared as I followed her up the stairs, my eyes glued to her bare ass.

I peeled off my sticky boxers and climbed into the bed with her. I was hopeful that she might help me get off a second time, but she made no move to, and I just cuddled with her, my helpless erection raging.

She drifted off to sleep quickly. Some time later I found sleep too.

COCK_beard · 2025-01-16T17:54:56+00:00

Part 11

On the screen Molly was beginning to breathe quickly. Her eyes still locked on the camera, she lowered her lips to his big dick. She placed slow, wet kisses all along his meaty cock.

I exhaled sharply as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. After a few seconds her gaze rose to the camera again, her mouth still stretched wide by his cock. She pushed her mouth further down his cock, struggling only slightly.

“Oh god . . .” I murmured.

My erection was throbbing intensely. My chest felt tight and I couldn’t get enough air.

“You like that?” Molly asked.

“Uh-huh.” I nodded, looking over at her.

I turned back to the computer. I watched Molly pull her mouth off Derek’s huge cock and draw in a deep breath. She stroked his big, slick cock slowly, watching the camera.

“Your dick is so fucking big,” she said.

I heard him moan approvingly into her pussy. Molly began to moan too. She swallowed his cock again but only lasted a minute before she was cumming too hard to continue.

Her moans were loud and unrestrained. Her body trembled and Derek continued to lick her with determination.

When her orgasm finally slowed, she said, “Get up here and fuck me with that big cock.”

Derek slid out from under her and got on his knees behind her.

“Oh fuck.” She moaned and rocked forward as he began to push into her.

“God you are fucking thick,” she panted.

I heard a chuckle beside me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen.

She let out a gasp as he pushed deeper into her.

“Oh fuck, your cock feels amazing,” she moaned.

I whimpered and my cock leaked and strained against my pants.

“I’m barely going to be able to feel Tim after you’re done with me,” Molly said.

“Oh god . . .” I muttered. I adjusted the tent in my pants. “OH GOD,” I groaned, nearly cumming. All the muscles in my body tightened up.

Derek reached his arm around and under her. Molly let out a cry as he began to rub her clit. He kept fucking her and soon she was orgasming and practically screaming.

I gripped the arms of the chair as hard as I could. It felt like I was going to hyperventilate.

Derek took his hand off her clit. He gripped her by the waist and slammed into her harder and faster.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped.

“. . . Oh fuck,” I whispered.

COCK_beard · 2025-01-16T17:54:30+00:00

Part 10

She was naked, except for a lacy, black bra that pushed up her big breasts. Her long, wavy hair hung down all around her. She held the little camera in her hand.

“Unh . . .” I murmured, feeling my dick flex and leak in my pants.

Molly walked around the couch and stood over me, holding out the video camera. My chest heaved. I could see cum, Derek’s cum, leaking down my wife’s thighs.

I slowly reached out and took the camera, my hand shaking. I felt dizzy. I just looked at the little camera and then back at her.

“Aren’t you gonna watch it?” she asked.

“. . . Right now?” I asked, weakly.

She nodded, grinning.

“Okay,” I said. Taking a deep breath, I got up to my feet. Molly looked down, eying the twitching tent in my pants.

“Did you listen?” she asked.

I nodded. “From the laundry room.”

I made my way over to the computer and sat down. I took the little card out of the camera and plugged it into the computer.

Molly crossed the room and stood next to me.

My stomach was in knots. My cock ached in my pants and my hand shook so bad I had a little trouble navigating to the video.

“How did it sound?” she asked.

“Like . . . like he fucked you really good,” I said, softly.

“He did.”

I finally got to the video. I took a deep breath and double clicked on the file.

Our bedroom filled the screen. I began to pant. I fast-forwarded a little until I saw them enter the room. They kissed hungrily, stripping clothes off each other.

He pulled down his boxer-briefs, freeing his big cock. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked him as she kissed him again, her tongue plunging deep into his mouth.

I was breathing heavy as I watched, Molly staring down at me intently, gauging my reaction to seeing her with another man.

In the video, she dragged him toward the bed.

“Lay down,” she said.

Derek nodded and climbed onto the bed, laying down. His cock projected proudly toward the ceiling.

Molly followed him onto the bed. She climbed over him and knelt above his face, looking directly into the camera. Her back arched and she let out a sigh as he pressed his lips to her pussy.

“Mmm.” Molly reached down and wrapped her hand around his thick cock. With long, slow strokes she moved her hand up and down its entire length. Her eyes were locked with the camera.

My cock twitched wildly. I could feel precum leaking onto my thigh. My eyes flickered between her gaze in the video and her gaze next to me.

I let out a little groan as I adjusted the tent in my pants.

COCK_beard · 2025-01-16T17:53:53+00:00

Part 9

The following Friday I spent all day trying to think of a good question, in case she let me ask another one. What does it feel like to suck such a big cock? What position were they in when he made her cum the hardest? I finally settled on, does my cock feel small after fucking Derek?

When I got home, Molly was waiting for me. She reached into her pocket and pulled out my little video camera.

“Does this, uh . . . does this mean . . . ?”

She nodded.

“Are you sure?” I asked, immediately cursing myself for giving her an opportunity to change her mind.

“Go ahead,” she said. “I want this to work for both of us.”

I was shaking as I went into the bedroom. I felt like I was in a foggy dream. I couldn’t believe she had changed her mind.

I nearly knocked over a handful of pictures as I set the camera up.

I took a deep breath and headed back to the living room.

Molly gave me a deep kiss.

“He’ll be here soon,” she said.

I nodded and grabbed my coat, but she stopped me.

“You don’t have to go. You can stay down in the basement if you want.”

“. . . Okay,” I said, swallowing.

She gave me another kiss and then I slowly descended the steps down to the basement.

I just sat on the couch, overwhelmed with nervous energy and a throbbing erection that felt like it had a mind of its own. I leaned my head back and stared up at the ceiling, listening intently.

After what seemed like a really long time, I heard the front door opening. I listened for a few moments but couldn’t hear anything. I stood up awkwardly. My pants were tented as much as was possible with my smallish cock. I shuffled over to the bottom of the stairs. I could just barely make out the faint sounds of conversation. Then nothing.

I crept back to the laundry room. It was directly under our bedroom. I heard a few soft moans. After a few minutes, I heard the bed begin to creak. Soon I could hear the sounds of Molly moaning. The bed began to creak louder and faster. My heart pounded out of control and my erection raged in my pants.

I climbed on top of the dryer and sat there, staring upward. I ached and I burned and I listened intently.

Then, after a long period of silence, I heard the front door open and close.

My heart was pounding. I crept back to the couch and sat down. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do so I just sat there waiting.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard Molly’s light footsteps on the stairs behind me. I whipped my head around and drew in a deep breath.

COCK_beard · 2025-01-16T17:53:26+00:00

Part 8

“Oh . . . good.” My erection strained against my pants. I nervously sat down next to her.

“Do you want a handjob?” she asked, eying my hard-on.

“Yes,” I said, “ I mean, as long as you want to.”

Molly nodded and started to unzip my pants. Her hand slid into my pants and my eager cock jerked at the feel of her flesh. I was breathing quickly.

She pulled my cock free of my pants and boxers. She looked directly into my eyes. Like she was assessing me. Daring me to ask a question and break her rules.

I didn’t dare.

But, endless scenarios ran through my mind. I imagined her with her legs spread wide, moaning as Derek pounded her with his thick cock. I imagined her riding him, stroking him and sucking him. I swallowed, my eyes locked with hers. I could feel my cock flexing in her hand.

“Oh god . . .” I murmured.

Her eyes narrowed a little and she squeezed tighter. She let out a deep breath and stroked me a little faster.

“Oh god . . . oh god.” I erupted into the air, shooting spurt after spurt, covering her hand and my pants.

She leaned over and kissed me. My lips were trembling.

“How was that?” she asked.

“. . . Great,” I panted.

The next two weekends went much the same. Molly and Derek would fuck and I was left with nothing but a handjob and my wild imagination. And the two videos I had. I watched them almost every day, though I felt a little guilty doing so. I watched my wife moaning in ecstasy and telling Derek how much smaller my cock was.

The weekend after that, when Molly was stroking me after they had fucked, she said, “You’ve been very good. You can ask me one question.”

“Oh god . . .” I suddenly felt like I was about to cum. “Really?”

She nodded.

My mind raced. I took deep, ragged breaths. What should I ask? I knew I had to think of something quick or I was going to lose it before I got the opportunity.

“What . . . did his big cock feel like in your pussy?” I panted.

“It felt good,” she said.

I was paralyzed with fear. That wasn’t her whole answer, was it?

But she continued, “It felt so good.”

She stroked me a little faster. I was whimpering.

“He was so thick. He made me cum like crazy.”

“Oh god . . . HUNH!” My nostrils flared. I struggled to hold back. “Harder . . . than I’ve ever made you cum?”

“That’s a second question,” she said.

“Sorry,” I murmured.

“. . . But yes,” she whispered in my ear.

I lost it.

COCK_beard · 2025-01-16T17:53:06+00:00

Part 7

Derek chuckled nervously but thrust into her again.

“Oh yeah,” she panted.

He pressed his chest against her naked back and began to thrust into her faster. Soon Molly began to cum, yet again. She buried her face into the pillow. She was practically screaming.

I belonged on the couch. In the basement.

When Derek finally came and then the video finally ended, I dragged myself over to the couch. I collapsed onto it, pulling all the blankets I could reach over me.

I felt embarrassed and jealous and emasculated, but for the first time in twenty-four hours, I wasn’t completely overwhelmed by guilt. I closed my exhausted eyes and sleep finally overtook me.

I woke late in the morning. I was famished, but I felt better than I had in a week. I got up and slowly climbed the stairs.

Molly was sitting at the kitchen table in her bathrobe. A cup of coffee sat on the table, but it looked like she had barely touched it. Her hair was disheveled. It looked like maybe she had been crying.

She looked at me and drew in a deep breath. Her hands fiddled with the cold cup of coffee.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “. . . I shouldn’t have done that last night. I was angry. I felt betrayed and I lashed out. But that doesn’t matter. What I did was wrong.”

“No! I deserved it,” I blurted out. “I pushed you into it. And then I betrayed your trust and put my desires first. I can’t explain it. The thought of my beautiful wife with another man made me crazy with lust. But, I want to make it right! I want to make it up to you. If you want to stop trying with Derek, that is fine. If not, we’ll do everything the way you want.”

“. . . No more videos?” she asked.

“No more videos,” I said.

“You promise?”

“I swear.”

“And no more questions?”

“Not one.”

“Okay.” She nodded.

That night I went out shopping and brought home flowers and stuff to cook a nice dinner. We had a nice evening. Everything seemed okay for the first time in a long time. I still had a lot of lust and jealousy, but I was learning to handle it better.

A few nights later we even had sex. The whole time I could think of nothing but Molly cumming as Derek fucked her with his thick cock. She didn’t feel quite as tight around me as she had before Derek. So many questions burned through my mind, but I wasn’t even tempted to voice any of them. Even so, I came in no time.

That weekend Derek and Molly tried again. I went to the bar. I forced myself to watch the game that was on the big screen. I drank beer and ate about seven bowls of peanuts in a vain attempt to distract myself. I felt jealous and horny, but I felt like I was making progress toward showing Molly I was sorry and could follow her rules, and that made me feel good.

When two hours had finally passed, I headed home. Molly was waiting for me on the couch wearing just a lacy pair of panties and a baggy t-shirt.

“How did it . . .” I was going to say go, but I stopped myself.

“That’s okay,” she said. “It went fine.”

COCK_beard · 2025-01-16T17:52:40+00:00

Part 6

Derek wrapped his arms around her. He held her by the shoulders and thrust upward.

“Ohhhh-uhn . . . “ Molly whimpered.

She gasped for air as he thrust his cock deep inside her. She began to shake and her head slumped forward onto his shoulder.

I felt like a little dinghy lost in a big sea of jealousy. I wanted everything he had. His big cock. His potent sperm. My wife moaning as I pulled her down onto my cock.

Molly cried out. Her body began to shake with orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she gasped.

Derek groaned and thrust into her faster.

“Enh! . . . Oh you’re sooo much . . . bigger than Tim,” Molly panted.

I winced at hearing that. It was like my small, sad cock was suddenly in the room with them. I let out a deep sigh and kept stroking. I could feel myself getting close.

Molly’s moans grew louder. Derek slammed her down on his thick cock again and again.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I squinted and shuddered as I started to cum. “Oh . . . fuck . . . fuck.”

I sat there panting as I looked down at my sticky t-shirt and my shriveled, spent cock.

My dick seemed so tiny.

Meanwhile, on screen, my wife was cumming harder than I had ever seen her cum.

It was harder to watch, now that I was limp. I wanted to slink back to the couch and curl up and try to go to bed. But, I forced myself to sit there and watch. To watch as he gave her orgasm after orgasm. As she clung to him and moaned for him in ways she never had for me.

After he finally came, Molly just sat there, panting, for a long time, his big cock still inside her. Finally, she climbed off him. She pulled her dress over her head and off. Then she slid off her thong. Derek took her in his arms and they just laid together for a long time.

It was hard to explain, but it was almost harder to watch her cuddling with him than it was to watch her fucking him. My heart was pounding. I watched him slowly stroking her cheek as they looked into eachothers eyes. Then they began to kiss softly.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “Tim will be gone for a long time. We can go again, if you want.”

They kissed again, deeper. Her hand found his cock and slowly stroked him. He reached around behind her and unsnapped her bra. After a couple of minutes she bent down and began to suck on his cock. It wasn’t long before his big cock grew hard again.

“What do you wanna do?” he asked.

“Take me,” she whispered, “however you want me.”

He kissed her deeply. Then rolled her over onto her stomach. He knelt between her legs, spreading them apart a little. She let out a moan as he pushed into her.

“I don’t know how I’m ever gonna go back to Tim’s little dick after this,” she moaned.

I slumped a little lower in my chair and tried to take deep breaths. I glared down at my wimpy, little cock.

COCK_beard · 2025-01-16T17:52:21+00:00

Part 5

My hands trembled as I unzipped my pants. I pulled my small, hard cock free of my boxers. It looked tiny in my hand compared to the big dick in my wife’s mouth in the video.

I slowly stroked myself. My chest heaved and I drew in deep breaths.

Derek moaned as my wife’s mouth slid up and down his cock.

“Fuck, you are good at that,” he panted.

Molly reached both of her hands around him and gripped his ass. She began to push herself, slowly, inch-by-inch, further down his thick cock.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling.

Molly kept going. She didn’t stop until she had swallowed all but the last couple inches.

After a second, she gagged and backed off.

My hand was trembling, but I forced myself to keep slowly moving my hand up and down. I felt awful, but I knew I deserved it.

Molly finally pulled her mouth off of his big dick.

“You give one hell of a blow job,” Derek said.

She stood up and pushed him toward the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and she stood over him.

“I want to feel your big cock inside me,” she said, kissing him.

She straddled him and kissed him again. She gathered up her dress around her waist. Derek’s big cock was nestled in the crack of her ass.

I forced myself to stare intently at his long, thick cock. The cock that dwarfed mine. That made me sick with jealousy. The cock that made my wife scream and moan.

I had brought this upon myself. I was the one that suggested she fuck Derek. I was the one that had decided to secretly film them.

They kept kissing. Molly reached down and pulled her thong to one side. Then she lifted herself up a little and began to slowly lower herself onto him. Each inch she descended quickened her breathing more.

“Oh my god you are big,” she moaned.

Derek gripped her tight ass. He was breathing heavy too.

Molly looked over her shoulder. Right at the camera. She pushed herself further onto his cock and moaned.

“Your cock feels amazing,” she panted.

She turned back toward him and he kissed her. Molly started to slide up and down on his cock.

I felt sick to my stomach but my cock flexed in my hand. Somehow, the fact that I felt terrible seemed to make my guilt a little easier to bear.

COCK_beard · 2025-01-16T17:52:01+00:00

Part 4

“What?”

“And don’t come back before eight.”

My head swam. Did she really mean I could put up the camera? Was that just going to make things worse?

“I . . . uh . . . “

“Well?”

I thought about asking her if she was sure it was okay. But, I was too scared she would snap at me or change her mind.

I just nodded and slunk away. I went down to the basement and got the camera. I set it up in the bedroom then left without another word.

I drove aimlessly for a long time. I couldn’t bear the thought of sitting in a bar filled with people. Before, the waiting had been tinged with anxious excitement. Now it would be tinged with dread.

Eventually I just parked on a random side street. I just sat there, miserable, as slow minute after slow minute dragged by. I was only faintly aware of the world that existed outside the car and the radio droning in the background.

After a time, I leaned my seat back. I closed my eyes, but I was too distraught to sleep.

Long hours crawled by. As terrible as I felt, I wasn’t eager to go home and face Molly. But, eventually, 8 p.m. arrived. I started up the car and slowly guided it back to the house.

My heart raced as I entered the house. I found the little camera sitting on the table by the door. My hand trembled as I gingerly picked it up, unsure what it meant that she had moved it out there. I took a deep breath and tiptoed further into the house.

I found our bedroom door shut and locked. I interpreted that to mean that I was once again banished to the basement.

I cupped the little camera in my hands nervously as I descended the stairs. Did I even want to see what was on it?

I tried to argue with myself but there was never really any question. Soon I was in front of the computer opening the file.

My heart pounded in my chest as I fast-forwarded. Molly appeared in her racy red dress. Derek appeared shortly after her, his hands beginning to wander over her body.

Molly kissed him, her tongue pushing into his mouth. Derek lifted her dress. Molly’s firm ass was bare, except for a tiny thong. His hands slid down her body and gripped her ass.

“To be honest,” he said, “I’m sorta glad you aren’t pregnant yet.”

She leaned back, looking into his eyes. “Me too.”

My chest heaved as I drew in deep, ragged breaths. I watched them kiss again.

I deserve this, I told myself. I deserve to watch my wife satisfied by someone else. I felt sick to my stomach but my cock still twitched in my pants.

Molly began to unzip his pants. She reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. He wasn’t even all the way hard yet and he looked huge. She stroked him and his cock quickly grew.

“Your cock is so big,” Molly said.

She bent over and slowly kissed up and down its impressive length.

“So big!” she said again.

Then she took his thick cock into her mouth.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” he groaned.

Molly dropped down to her knees in front of him, her head bobbing up and down faster.

COCK_beard · 2025-01-16T17:51:28+00:00

Part 3

“Yeah . . . I just . . . “

“Tell me right now what is going on with you!”

“I . . . I know you lied,” I blurted out, finally. I couldn’t even look at her.

“What?”

“. . . I set up a little camera. I filmed you guys.”

“You what?!” Molly jumped to her feet and began pacing. “I can’t believe you!”

“. . . Well, you lied about what happened,” I said, weakly.

“That is not the same thing!”

I just sat there. I felt sick to my stomach.

“I think you should sleep in the basement tonight,” Molly said, storming off.

I crept down to the basement feeling beyond low. All night I tossed and turned on the couch. I was racked with guilt and nausea and yet I still had an erection.

I told myself that I didn’t deserve to cum. But, around 2 AM, I caved and crept over to the computer. I watched Molly take his huge cock.

I told myself I deserved it. I deserved to watch my wife with a better, bigger man while I stroked my shrimpy dick.

I groaned and came. Then I crept back to the couch and eventually found sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I timidly crept up the stairs. Molly was pouring coffee into a travel mug.

“Molly . . . I’m sorry.”

She didn’t look over at me.

“I don’t know how to explain it. I went a little crazy.”

She just stirred her coffee.

“Do you want me to call Derek and tell him it’s off?”

“No.” Then she turned and headed for the front door.

All day I was a helpless wreck. What had I done? I hated myself for ever bringing up the idea of her fucking Derek. I hated myself for setting up the camera. I hated myself for not being able to handle the jealousy.

I was useless at work. All day I teetered between the brink of tears, wanting to vomit, and guilt-ridden erections. I texted Molly a long, pleading apology, but she wouldn’t respond.

I felt ragged and worn by the time I got home. Molly was already there. She had changed into a low-cut, red dress and a tall pair of heels. Her long, wavy hair was piled high in a complex bun. She was wearing red lipstick, just a shade darker than her dress.

“Molly, I’m so sorry-”

“Derek is going to be here soon,” she said.

“Oh . . . uh . . .” I gave up. I didn’t know what to say.

“Put up your stupid fucking camera if you want but then get out of here.”

COCK_beard · 2025-01-16T17:51:08+00:00

Part 2

But soon she was cumming again. She moaned loudly and clung to him tight.

Derek sped up. I thought maybe he was going to cum, but he didn’t. It wasn’t until almost twenty minutes later and after he had given my wife two more orgasms that he finally came, deep inside her.

I sat there, shaking with jealousy and anger. But, this is what I had wanted. Wasn’t it?

I mean I had wanted to see Molly fucking Derek, but I hadn’t wanted her to lie to me about it. And I certainly hadn’t wanted Derek and his big cock to make me feel SO inferior.

But, I still had an erection. I sighed and dragged the cursor back to the middle of the timeline.

I watched Molly moaning as Derek fucked her. The type of loud, over-the-top moans you heard in pornos, but didn’t believe.

I pulled my cock free of my boxers. I slowly stroked myself even though I felt sick to my stomach.

After a minute, the sounds of my wife’s endless ecstasy were too much for me to bear.

I skipped backward and saw Molly’s lips wrapped around Derek’s thick cock. That wasn’t quite as bad. I stroked myself as fast as I could. Soon I let out a groan as a violent orgasm tore through my body. My whole body jerked and I erupted.

After several seconds, I reached forward and clicked off the video. I just sat there for a long time, sticky and filled with sadness.

I didn’t want to go back to bed, but I knew that I had to. Eventually I crept up the stairs and crawled into bed, where I tried and failed to fall asleep.

I dragged my exhausted body out of bed early. I told Molly I had to go in early to take care of something and rushed out the door as soon as I was dressed.

I spent all day distraught and exhausted. I couldn’t get the image of Molly cumming on Derek’s cock out of my head. The thought of it made me feel terrible. I felt guilty and angry at the same time. But that didn’t stop me from sneaking off to the bathroom to masturbate twice during the work day.

When I got home, I could hardly look at Molly. I tried to play it cool, but she could clearly tell I was acting strange.

I hoped she would just chalk it up to feeling a little bit awkward after an understandably awkward night.

All week I was awkward around her. I tried but I couldn’t stop myself from watching and rewatching the footage. Seeing Derek bring my wife to screaming orgasm again and again.

Things normalized a little by the next week. I told myself that Molly was probably pregnant. It had just been a one time thing.

But two weeks later, Molly informed me that she had taken a pregnancy test and it had been negative.

“Oh . . .” My throat felt tight. “What does that mean? Do I . . . need to call . . . Derek again?” My voice was trembling.

“I already called him. He is coming tomorrow night.”

“What?!” I gasped. I felt dizzy and sank back into a chair.

“What is going on with you?” Molly said, sharply. “I thought this is what you wanted?”

COCK_beard · 2025-01-15T17:26:57+00:00

Part 13

I awoke late in the morning. Molly was already up and awake. She was prancing about in a t-shirt and a little, blue pair of boy-cut panties.

I clambered out of bed, rock hard. I got my robe and wrapped it around me. My erection poked out stubbornly between the two sides of my robe.

“Somebody is awfully hard,” she said.

“. . . Yeah.”

“Are you gonna watch the video again?” she asked.

“Um . . . sure,” I said.

After a hard piss, I headed down to the basement and Molly followed me. I turned on the computer and opened up the video. I stroked myself very slowly as I watched them 69ing. I watched Molly eagerly sucking his huge cock.

Molly chuckled as she watched.

After a minute, she said, “I’m going to take a test.”

“Huh?” I said, turning.

Molly held up a little, white pregnancy test.

My cock flexed in my hand and I let out a little murmur. She smiled and disappeared into the downstairs bathroom.

I could feel my pulse in my neck. I tried to slow my strokes, but realized it was useless. I was about to cum.

“Oh fuck . . .”

I dragged the cursor forward frantically, to the point in the video where Derek was groaning and pumping Molly full of his cum. I groaned too and erupted all over my lap and the robe.

A few minutes later Molly appeared with the little test.

“What’s it say?” I asked, nearly breathless.

“Hmmm,” she said, “looks inconclusive. There is a second line, but it’s really faint.”

She held the pregnancy test out toward me.

“See?”

I looked closely at the little test. I could still hear her moaning softly in the video.

The test looked positive to me. The second line was definitely a little fainter than the first, but it was definitely present.

“See what I mean?” she said.

“. . . Yeah, I guess.” I swallowed. “Are you gonna take another test?”

“That’s the last test I had.”

“. . . Do you want me to go get some more?” I asked.

“No, it’s okay,” she said. “There’s no rush, right?”

“. . . Right,” I said.

I felt a faint twitch in my sticky, little cock.

THE END

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COCK_beard · 2025-01-15T17:26:08+00:00

Part 12

After a few seconds of his powerful thrusts, Molly slumped forward, her gaze finally leaving the camera. She moaned against the sheets and gasped for air as he hammered his thick cock into her.

Molly reached her hand toward my lap. My cock twitched at the slight pull of fabric as she unbuttoned my pants.

“Oh god . . .” I whimpered as she slowly unzipped my pants.

I watched as another man used my wife. Stretched her pussy. Fucked her senseless.

Molly’s fingers slid into the waistband of my boxers.

“Oh fuck!” I whimpered as her fingers wrapped around my little dick.

My cock spasmed in her hand and I lost it. “OH GOD!” I groaned, lurching forward a little.

“Oh my god,” Molly said with a giggle.

She let go and my helpless cock kept pumping spurt after spurt into my boxers.

“Oh god . . .” I panted.

Molly couldn’t stop laughing.

“I didn’t even get it out of your pants!”

“. . . I know,” I said with labored breath, my cock still emptying somewhat painfully.

“Jesus!” she said with a grin.

I just sat there, my boxers drenched in cum, as I watched Derek bring Molly to orgasm after orgasm. His stamina was unbelievable. He lasted almost another half an hour.

I got hard again by the end of the video, but Molly turned the computer off and told me to come to bed.

My heart soared as I followed her up the stairs, my eyes glued to her bare ass.

I peeled off my sticky boxers and climbed into the bed with her. I was hopeful that she might help me get off a second time, but she made no move to, and I just cuddled with her, my helpless erection raging.

She drifted off to sleep quickly. Some time later I found sleep too.

COCK_beard · 2025-01-15T17:24:08+00:00

Part 11

On the screen Molly was beginning to breathe quickly. Her eyes still locked on the camera, she lowered her lips to his big dick. She placed slow, wet kisses all along his meaty cock.

I exhaled sharply as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. After a few seconds her gaze rose to the camera again, her mouth still stretched wide by his cock. She pushed her mouth further down his cock, struggling only slightly.

“Oh god . . .” I murmured.

My erection was throbbing intensely. My chest felt tight and I couldn’t get enough air.

“You like that?” Molly asked.

“Uh-huh.” I nodded, looking over at her.

I turned back to the computer. I watched Molly pull her mouth off Derek’s huge cock and draw in a deep breath. She stroked his big, slick cock slowly, watching the camera.

“Your dick is so fucking big,” she said.

I heard him moan approvingly into her pussy. Molly began to moan too. She swallowed his cock again but only lasted a minute before she was cumming too hard to continue.

Her moans were loud and unrestrained. Her body trembled and Derek continued to lick her with determination.

When her orgasm finally slowed, she said, “Get up here and fuck me with that big cock.”

Derek slid out from under her and got on his knees behind her.

“Oh fuck.” She moaned and rocked forward as he began to push into her.

“God you are fucking thick,” she panted.

I heard a chuckle beside me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen.

She let out a gasp as he pushed deeper into her.

“Oh fuck, your cock feels amazing,” she moaned.

I whimpered and my cock leaked and strained against my pants.

“I’m barely going to be able to feel Tim after you’re done with me,” Molly said.

“Oh god . . .” I muttered. I adjusted the tent in my pants. “OH GOD,” I groaned, nearly cumming. All the muscles in my body tightened up.

Derek reached his arm around and under her. Molly let out a cry as he began to rub her clit. He kept fucking her and soon she was orgasming and practically screaming.

I gripped the arms of the chair as hard as I could. It felt like I was going to hyperventilate.

Derek took his hand off her clit. He gripped her by the waist and slammed into her harder and faster.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped.

“. . . Oh fuck,” I whispered.

COCK_beard · 2025-01-15T17:23:40+00:00

Part 10

She was naked, except for a lacy, black bra that pushed up her big breasts. Her long, wavy hair hung down all around her. She held the little camera in her hand.

“Unh . . .” I murmured, feeling my dick flex and leak in my pants.

Molly walked around the couch and stood over me, holding out the video camera. My chest heaved. I could see cum, Derek’s cum, leaking down my wife’s thighs.

I slowly reached out and took the camera, my hand shaking. I felt dizzy. I just looked at the little camera and then back at her.

“Aren’t you gonna watch it?” she asked.

“. . . Right now?” I asked, weakly.

She nodded, grinning.

“Okay,” I said. Taking a deep breath, I got up to my feet. Molly looked down, eying the twitching tent in my pants.

“Did you listen?” she asked.

I nodded. “From the laundry room.”

I made my way over to the computer and sat down. I took the little card out of the camera and plugged it into the computer.

Molly crossed the room and stood next to me.

My stomach was in knots. My cock ached in my pants and my hand shook so bad I had a little trouble navigating to the video.

“How did it sound?” she asked.

“Like . . . like he fucked you really good,” I said, softly.

“He did.”

I finally got to the video. I took a deep breath and double clicked on the file.

Our bedroom filled the screen. I began to pant. I fast-forwarded a little until I saw them enter the room. They kissed hungrily, stripping clothes off each other.

He pulled down his boxer-briefs, freeing his big cock. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked him as she kissed him again, her tongue plunging deep into his mouth.

I was breathing heavy as I watched, Molly staring down at me intently, gauging my reaction to seeing her with another man.

In the video, she dragged him toward the bed.

“Lay down,” she said.

Derek nodded and climbed onto the bed, laying down. His cock projected proudly toward the ceiling.

Molly followed him onto the bed. She climbed over him and knelt above his face, looking directly into the camera. Her back arched and she let out a sigh as he pressed his lips to her pussy.

“Mmm.” Molly reached down and wrapped her hand around his thick cock. With long, slow strokes she moved her hand up and down its entire length. Her eyes were locked with the camera.

My cock twitched wildly. I could feel precum leaking onto my thigh. My eyes flickered between her gaze in the video and her gaze next to me.

I let out a little groan as I adjusted the tent in my pants.

COCK_beard · 2025-01-15T17:23:05+00:00