Insider Her Ring

Author's Note: This story is a heterosexual couple having freak nasty straight sex with a dash of cuckoldry. If this isn’t your thing, please feel free to find another one of my several dozen stories to read to your liking. The consensus is that I have flavors for every tastes. I know, I know. The website is called GayDemon.com, so you expect gay stories instead of these kinds of “breeder” stories. Just think of this story as “See Him Fuck” for readers and enjoy the fucking ride if you can! 🍆😸

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 The night was young, smoldering and hot, and I was standing at the bar looking at the two women making their ways towards each other in the restaurant near one of the booths. One of the women was my beautiful wife Quinn and the other was her best friend Mona.

I was nervous and scared all at the same time because I slept with Mona the night before just in time to make love to my wife the following morning.

I took a deep breath after a sip of my drink, reminding myself that this was all planned. I told Quinn everything about my night with Mona because it was Quinn that had invited Mona up from Tampa, and even booked the fantasy room for our tryst.  

For me and my wife, things hadn’t been going so well after I decided to do a one-eighty on her two years ago. Quinn was content being married to the hopeless nerd fresh out of grad school. She started out by dating the overweight bastard with the pocket protectors and the extensive comic book collection. The super-duper geek with the super chic Star Wars and Star Trek memorabilia still in its original casing he tried desperately to impress her with. She proudly sported the engagement ring of the guy that was hired to be head of the IT Department of a Fortune 500 Company. Quinn accepted matrimony in front of God and everyone else to a man with great potential, possibly the black Bill Gates with a super humungous dick.

Okay, those last words were alone mine. But I just knew that was what was running through her head every time she bounced off of it like a first-class professional-grade pogo stick. Even after I shed the pounds and got hard, quitting my six-figure job at a shot of becoming the ultimate mixed martial arts fighter, my dick was still her greatest weakness in her angriest of hours.

I was unaware that her angriest hours would swell into a two-year tantrum all because I dared to get healthier and to get a better body image. She must have thought I was supposed to have spent the rest of my life as her adorable but misunderstood overweight sidekick next to her magnificent glowing star, to be her black beast to her white beauty.

I knew Quinn loved me, or rather she loved the man I used to be, but I never suspected such a nasty change, such an animosity to be held out for so long. I knew she wasn’t with me for the money because she came from money. More money than I could ever dream of. But I honestly thought with a leaner, cut body, going from a keg to a six-pack, along with setting up multiple streams of income would have offset everything else. Considering that it gave me more time at home to spend with her.

I was now my own boss in this arena. I earned more fighting and training and playing poker online and in person and through several endorsement deals than I ever did at my old job. It even afforded me the luxury to buy her that lakefront home in the heart of clan country that she badly wanted in the real estate book that time. No more waking up early Sunday morning clipping out coupons from the Sunday paper or going to the dollar store when the new inventory came in or making sure that we went to the grocery store for specific sale items for the possibility of saving up and living it up big one day. My wife failed to understand I managed to make someday today simply by taking the bull by the horns.

Instead of being grateful for this new way of life, smiling after making such a dick hog of herself, she often walks away after the fact sucking her teeth, mumbling beneath her breath that she screwing a chiseled mannequin wasn’t as fun as making love to a man of girth.

Of course, this broke my heart because my wife genuinely was my heart.

Most of my life I had been told I was cute but fat. Even by Quinn. Though, I think she was turned on to my intellect because I didn’t look like a typical beanpole. I guess my breaking point came when I saw men twice my age, half my size, and a fraction of my good looks engaged in interoffice affairs like kids in a candy store. I wasn’t interested in cheating on my wife. She was the best any man could get, and the best freak any man could ever ask for. But I just wanted to know I was desirable enough that if I wanted to I could. Ego, I know. I started taking it out on the punching bag and the next thing I know I’m squaring off with Gunther in the octagon, winning a fight. Eventually a few fights turned into a new career featuring my face inside of a trade magazine featuring my new killer body.

I hadn’t changed. I was still the awkward geek inside of this new shell. Alright, maybe rather than keeping up with the upcoming trends in technology three years out, I stayed on the level with the latest trends just on the horizon, keeping my free time on training and branding.

“What’s the key to a kick-ass cool down after a workout?” I asked, reading one of the questions presented to me in an interview one of the mixed martial arts magazines.

Quinn, who was unclothed, coming back into the bedroom wiping the white stuff from the rim of her mouth with a washcloth, asked rather blasé, “What is it, hon?”

“Relax, take a few deep breaths, and after you blow a load with your cocksucker treat them to a nice dinner on top of their heads!” I laughed naked on the bed after the half-ass blowjob she gave me.

Obviously, this wasn’t the answer I gave the magazine. I just wanted to rile her, get some kind of reaction other than some care-less remarks I had been receiving. A few minutes later, however, I was the only one to get riled. Finding my wife naked with a pink vibrator stuffed in her cunt, watching this interracial cuckolding scene on the computer. I wasn’t unnerved that my wife was pleasing herself to some porn as much as I was bothered that the hulking black man that was fucking the barely legal teenage white girl was a great parody of my former self, if my former thick self ever made it to stardom.

I was at a crossroads in my marriage. My wife didn’t care for my new self, and I’d be damned if I went back to my old self. And while the sex remained constant, I wasn’t getting the passion and the intensity I knew she could deliver. The thing that made me forget about my then-social ineptness for a while. The thing that had me hopping and skipping to work with a shit-eating grin plastered on my face and back again to her studio apartment. If she wasn’t attracted to the incredible muscles or the raised testosterone I produced every time I stepped in the octagon, then there was no need for us to stay marry other than the chore of mediocre sex.

I will never forget the day I came home with the divorce papers in hand, thinking of ways to bring up the subject, when I accidentally stumbled on Quinn on the speakerphone crying to Mona that I wasn’t the same man she fell in love with, and the only thing she still loved about me was my dick. It was something I already knew, but what I didn’t know was she was starting to fall for the new me except that I still had sex with her like the old me, and that really fucked with her head. In other words, I was still making love like the fat black boy afraid he might break the petite white girl instead of the stud I had become. Mona offered her some advice about leading me into a new direction. Quinn duly noted that the new me wasn’t led but took control. As the wheels were spinning in my head about burying the old me so that the new me could live and save my marriage, Quinn confessed that every time I was on top of her she felt like I should have been on top of somebody else. She felt that she wasn’t worthy of this new man in her bed. She said she got off by imagining me fucking somebody else. Mona in turned confessed that she had this thing about fucking other guys and telling her husband later.

“He lets you do that!” Quinn squirmed.

“Let me? Honey, he helps me bring them in!” Mona squealed.

“Like those white women with a fondness for black men in those movies?”

“Especially,” Mona offered daringly. Going on to explain there many rendezvous across the country to feed her insatiable appetite.

Quinn sounded as if she was turned off by living the fantasy, talking to Mona. It was one thing to imagine, it was another to act on it, she said, fearing if she indulged me that I might just run off with the tightest piece of snatch that came along.

I thought I had some time to mull over these recent revelations when I came home one day early to find Mona and her husband sitting in the sunroom reminiscing over old times. It was the first time I laid eyes on Mona in person, seeing that Quinn left their hometown long ago on top of us eloping and not visiting her racist parents. But I knew her when I saw her based on the countless times Quinn cracked opened the photo albums. I must say that none of them did her a flame of justice.

Quinn had that sort of classic beauty with brunette curls cascading down her back with those big doe eyes and those pouty lips and a nice front rack.

Mona had that celebrity beauty with the bleach blond hair with the baby blue contacts with sort of an indescribable southern flare that played to her youth rather than against it. She had some nice tits too, but she had an incredible ass like some of the black girls I saw coming up, almost shelf-like. And yet it wasn’t a stretch seeing her running off to yoga and pilates and a tanning salon. As for her husband Ryan, he looked mousier in person than he ever did in a photograph, despite him being built like a college wrestler.

I guess I jumped the gun too quickly, thinking we were all going to get tipsy and somehow find ourselves back in our bedroom popping a cork discovering the new me inside of Mona while my wife and her husband watched from the sidelines. Of course, my perfect dream was just that. In my defense, it was justified seeing our evening ended at their luxurious hotel, after we treated them to an amazing dinner and a nightcap before sadly sending them off to a goodnight.

A few weeks later I was down in Miami getting ready for a fight when Mona and Ryan decided to drive over from the Gulf Coast to lend their support. For Mona it was a way for her to shop as I knew she had to have known that Quinn never came to a fight. Her reason being that she feared she couldn’t stomach the blows, though I always managed to come back to her with very few scratches. So the trip was more for Ryan than anybody else, as I cordially invited him to one of the training facilities down there I was smart enough to buy into. Smart enough to attach my own personal gym to the existing gym.

I showed him around, showing him the ropes. He seemed pretty fascinated by everything and familiar with some of the wrestling moves shown on the charts. It appeared he didn’t just only look like a college wrestler, he was one, too. Even growing a pair and challenging me to a match. He turned out to be much more competition than I expected. Not to the point of taking his show on the road, as in going pro, but enough where he earned a bit of my respect even if he let his wife fuck around. But then, of course, I had to put him in his place before he kept on wanting to lock his legs around me. If he was a chick, I probably would have thought he was in heat and ready to go. So instead, I just put him in a choke encouraging him to tap out.

The more I thought about it, the weirder it became throwing me off my game. I was almost out of it with a few solid punches to the midsection but came back strong with an overhand right hook that sent my opponent sailing across the octagon which in turned became a total knock out. I was enjoying the spoils of victory after my match when Mona caught up with me. I wasn’t sure if her husband was making a pass at me or not, but his wife definitely was over my fight. She was more excited than I had ever known a woman to be about a fight, recalling my fight blow for blow. We were on the beach taking in the nightlife after a late dinner when she kissed me. I can’t say I was all that surprised. The evening was sort of leading up to it. It was almost inevitable. When it happened though, in spite of my growing fantasy of taking another woman, I felt so damn guilty that I locked myself in my gym and hashed it out with the punching bag.

I was torn. Tell my wife? I didn’t do anything wrong, and this was her best friend after all.

I decided it was best to push the thought under the rug, given it took us seven years to meet, and we lived a couple of states away.

My myopic point of view only lasted so long before Mona and Ryan began making weekend visits to our place on the lake when I wasn’t in the octagon. Then Quinn decided that we should meet them halfway sometimes, often renting hotel rooms. As I tried very hard to be the respectful gentleman that I was raised to be, Mona thought it was just enough to live life on the edge. At dinner she would run her foot between my legs, making sly remarks whenever she thought Quinn or Ryan were out of earshot. And when Mona knew the two of them were going to be out of sight for awhile, she would drop on by in some skimpy outfits and finding a way to back that incredible ass up on me.

I was staying good and strong until one weekend we decided to stay home and they decided to come up. I was dead asleep in my bed when I felt this hand slowly stroking my dick awake. I knew it wasn’t my wife on the other side of the bed dead asleep because that wasn’t her style. I was just too tired to care until I felt a wet tongue around the tip of my dick that I started to get concerned, especially the way it started to bury itself into my deep piss slit. Fully awake, I grabbed Mona by the hair and ushered her out of my bedroom. That was what I thought. I reconsidered my position when this spiked collar kept on bumping up against my wrist. As I got the being into the hallway under the moonlit skylight it wasn’t hard to make out this large white bulky block was a man, meaning I was leading Ryan instead of Mona. A man awake would have came to this revelations much sooner, knowing full well his arms bumping up against my legs were hairier and bulkier than that of a woman, and the hair I was grabbing a hold of was much shorter than that on her head.

I was angry and disgusted he invaded my space like that. But at the same time hard as a brick, mildly curious if I should let him finish what he started. If not seek out his wife for revenge. Then, out of nowhere, Mona appeared in this negligee with these thin straps around her exposed breast with clothespins clamping to her nipples. And what I could make out from the limited light I had, she had on some panties and some fishnet stockings.

I knew about the high heels because I could hear them as she moved and crouched in front of me and licked the tip of my dick, slowly fitting her lips around the head and sucked it just right before swabbing her tongue around it almost in the same spirit her husband woke me up with.

“Damn, this doesn’t make a bit of sense! The two of you must have taken skin flute playing lessons together or something!”

Mona really showed me what she could do, attempting to take it down to the hilt, showing me how much of it she made shiny with her spit.

It was real and surreal at the same time as I quietly moved the party to the other end of the hallway so that by chance Quinn couldn’t hear what was going on.

Once I felt we were in the clear, I rode her face with an iron grip with her husband studying on as I eventually flooded her mouth with my ropy paste.

The next morning the three of us got up as if nothing happened. I felt terrible about cheating on my wife but felt if I stayed in the gray area and away from outright fucking her that my conscious would improve.

Over the next few months, it did, with the occasional blowjob. But I got most of my aggression out by putting Mona over my knee and spanking her fleshy bottom. Keeping her husband locked out of the room like a disobedient puppy. Of course, with us being alone, and not being reminded about our wedding vows, I clamped one of her infamous clothespins on her clit as I quadrupled-fingered her dripping wet pussy. She was pleading for me to fuck her, and I was close to doing so before I got up and jacked off, leaving my cream on her lips for Ryan to taste later.

Then, one day after I finished a workout like an outer body experience, I simply told Quinn if I was ever given a chance to fuck her friend I would. There was no middle ground telling her I found Mona attractive or that I was even interested in her. I thought with the conversation I overheard Quinn and Mona engaged in almost a year earlier that Quinn was going to call Mona to shore up some kinky plans for her next visit. Instead, Quinn bawled in a pillow and barred her friend and her husband from visiting ever again.

The old me would have comforted my wife, apologized. This new person inside of me was in too deep. I was falling in love with the notion of toying Mona like I did, to the point I thought of her as my little slut. As for Ryan, I got off on the fact that he was helpless to do anything about it. He probably naturally assumed I was already banging her already, leading me to believe he believed that he was splashing around in my sloppy seconds.

This caused my nature to rise, thinking of this couple altogether, and then it occurred to me that I too was still apart of a couple, as I groped myself. And before I knew it, I was standing in my bedroom butt-naked looking at Quinn.

“You want sex?” Quinn screamed appalled.

“Look, I haven’t changed my mind about fucking your friend the next time I see her. I’m running up in that ass of hers. But that doesn’t mean I have done anything yet.”

“I told you I don’t want her in my house again.”

“I can respect that. Then, you also understand there are a lot of places between South Carolina and Florida that she and I can meet up. I’m just putting it out there what’s about to go down so that you can’t say that you were blindsided.”

Quinn asked wiping away tears, “Why her?”

“Frankly because, as I’m coming to understand, that a man can’t sex his wife like he can his whore.”

I piqued her interest.

“Huh?” Quinn gasped. “Like what?”

“That is why I’m like this. I can better show you than tell you, but there is a catch.”

“What is that?”

“You got to trust me and do exactly what I say. Can you do that?”

“Of course,” she nodded. “You’re my husband.”

“Exactly,” I smiled. “I want you to first get naked, lay face down on the pillow and spread eagle.”

She obliged.

She did it so willingly I honestly hadn’t had my next moved planned, embracing for the strong possibility of a “no” since her reactions up to this point had been contradictory.

I crawled between her legs, seizing her jaw line with one hand as I grabbed her waist with another, brought her up on her knees and in one smooth sank my dick into her tight white pussy.

I used to be a good boy putting my face in her lap, getting her wet, but for a first I just mounted her like a stallion a mare. Not giving a damn about her as it was about me delivering my seeds.

Quinn was curled up underneath me an hour or so later, drenched in sweat, looking up at me asking me where did this come from? She jokingly stated that I still looked like her husband but that was a far cry from the man she knew.

“If you thought that was hot, imagine looking at it with me going harder up in your friend? I think you’ll like watching that considering that with this new physique I discovered I like being watched.”

After some time, she asked, “What about Ryan?”

“What about the motherfucker? I’m not fucking him. I plan on fucking his wife!”

A day or so later, Quinn scored us a theme room for the weekend off the Georgian coast for my first tryst with her beloved girlfriend. Mona thought it best the two of us got “acquainted” alone before we brought Quinn into the fold, sending her to one of the lesser rooms we rented. So I was startled to find Ryan tucked away in a corner of our room, looking at the bed, naked on the floor in a tie and cuff set with this hollowed gag in his mouth.

“Don’t worry about him. I promised him he can finally watch me take on a real man.”

I didn’t say anything. I just went along with the program.

Our first go-around I was quite nervous. I had the bravado of a man that didn’t care, but there I was in front of her husband fucking his wife. I wasn’t the least bit afraid as I was unnerved; thinking if the shoe was on the other foot that there would be hell to pay. I guess that was part of the reason that I pulled out when I came, out of respect, and while my aim was to shoot it on her chest it shot across her mouth and face.

Mona then got up, walked over to Ryan, and smeared my mess on his face with hers. At first, I found it funny watching him fight hard to resist her doing that until I concluded that the two of them were actually reveling in it, which in turned kept me hard.

As I moved to the edge of the bed, I pulled Mona back into my lap. I gave the bound Ryan a full-frontal view that I was fucking his wife, showing him exactly what he needed to do to get her screaming in delight as I constantly slammed her back on my dick that she cried I filled her up.

Obviously, by then, I had gotten over my nerves to the point that when I was ready to come again, I got Mona off me and shot another load in Ryan’s mouth through his hollowed gag, lapping it up like a true cocksucker.

Though the theme room was technically mine for the weekend, I sought out Quinn in the other room. I was sailing so high off telling her everything that went down and watching her get excited as I did, that I had a third one in me that I graciously shared with her.

The next night as I saw Quinn and Mona greet each other in the restaurant, I took the last swig of my whiskey and walked over to them with my newfound swagger.

“Ladies,” I greeted, putting both under each arm, as we made our way to the elevators and back to the fantasy room.

Immediately, Quinn was stunned to find Ryan on the floor next to the headboard in the tie and cuff thing minus the hollowed gag in his mouth. Instead, he had a large black vibrator quivering in his puckered hole. By the time she came around, Mona and I were quickly out of our clothes as she was unsure where to turn. I turned my wife towards me, picking her up and straddling her to my naked waist as I took off her dress. Mona was right behind her, putting her breasts in my face to suck on her sweet nipples while she handcuffed Quinn’s hands behind her back.

I sucked on them for awhile and then tossed my wife onto the bed like a rag doll. She must have thought I was going to pounce on her then and there. So she must have been surprised when Mona took my place securing a gag in her mouth.

“I’m sorry, hon,” Mona mouthed. “You’re just here to observe and not to participate. You get to have that big black cock anytime you want. I think it’s only right you share it with your good friends from Tampa!”

As this was going on, I took the extra long chain of her handcuffs and put them behind one of the bedposts. I then moved over in front of Ryan allowing him to take as much of my dick as he could into his mouth, pressing against the back of his head when I felt he wasn’t going the extra mile. After I was satisfied listening to him gag just a little, I brought my wet dick back to the bed where Mona was lying next to Quinn fingering her bucking slit.

“There’s nothing like my side chick making nice with my wife.” I smiled.

“Nice and wet,” Mona giggled. “But, then again, with you having a dick that’s long and thick like one of those big black rubber dildos I think everybody in this room is nice and wet.”

“Is that so, Quinn?”

Quinn muffled in delight, but, of course, Mona was working her precious clit overtime as I reached to squeeze her tender teats.

“That’s great.” I smiled, straddling Quinn’s midsection. “I was trying to decide who gets first dibs since I plan on fucking the two of you tonight. But like Mona said, it’s only nice that you share with the guest first. She did come all the way from Florida, you know?”

I jumped up on the bed and came back down right on the other side of Mona, wasting no time getting between her legs and rubbing the head against her slightly swollen pink pussy lips and flicking it against her clit. Mona was so in another head space that she didn’t mind me looking over at Quinn, bounded and gagged next to us, looking on helplessly and excitedly.

“Oh, God, yes! Fuck me motherfucker!” Mona shuddered, bringing me back center.

 I fucked her like a jackhammer, obviously trying to show off for my wife that teary-eyed and panty-dripping wet as her best friend’s sodden snapper welcomed me back every time, with her pretty legs on my broad shoulder cupping my muscled butt.

“No doubt, baby, just give it to me.” I said dripping with sweat.

I made sure Mona crashed against several orgasms before emptying myself in her and tossed her out of the bed, ordering her to put what I pumped into her to push the dripping remembrance into Ryan’s face.

“Eat that stuff out so she doesn’t drag me to court saying that I got her ass knocked up.” I joked, lying next to my wife playing between her legs.

We watched as Ryan stuffed his tongue inside of Mona swabbing everything I left inside of her.

Quinn got even more excited by this spectacle, to the point that I was certain she wanted desperately to be fucked too. But in her wordless way, Quinn let me know she was content watching. And being her proud husband, I was going to give her plenty of content to watch, as I climbed out of bed groping my big black stick.

“Enough of that now,” I said moving Mona out of the way of her bounded husband. “Time for cum boy to get his helping straight from the source!”