**Sarah Brings Him Home**

I never thought I’d be lying in our bed, listening to the sounds of my wife getting fucked by someone else. But here I was, my cock straining in my boxers as Sarah moaned like a whore just a few feet away.

It started with a text. *”Babe, I met someone at the gym… he’s coming over.”* Just like that. No warning, no asking—just her telling me what was going to happen. That was Sarah. Beautiful, confident, and completely in control.

The door opened, and I heard deep laughter, the kind that came from a guy who knew exactly what he was doing to women. Then Sarah’s giggle, breathless, eager. When they walked into the bedroom, my stomach clenched. The guy was *huge*—taller than me, broader, and when his eyes flicked to me lying there, watching, his smirk told me everything. He knew I wasn’t going to stop this.

Sarah didn’t even look at me. She was already pulling her tank top over her head, exposing her perfect tits, her nipples hard under the lace of her bra. “You like what you see, baby?” she asked him, running a hand down his chest.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled, grabbing her ass and pulling her against him. I could see his cock straining against his jeans, thick enough to make my mouth go dry. Sarah loved big dicks—always made a point of teasing me about it when we fucked. Now, she was about to get exactly what she wanted.

She dropped to her knees, wasting no time. Her fingers worked his belt, then his zipper, and when she pulled his cock free, I heard her gasp. “Oh my *god*,” she whispered, her hand barely wrapping around him. He was *massive*. Thicker than me, longer than me, the head already slick with pre-cum.

Sarah didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. The guy groaned, threading his fingers through her hair as she bobbed, sucking him deep. The sounds were filthy—wet, sloppy, her gagging just a little as he pushed into her throat.

I was rock hard, my hand sliding into my boxers, gripping my own cock as I watched my wife worship another man. “That’s it, baby,” the guy grunted, thrusting lightly into her mouth. “Take it all.”

Sarah pulled back, lips glistening, and looked at me. “You watching, babe?” she purred, her fingers stroking his shaft. “Look how much bigger he is than you.”

I nodded, my throat tight. She grinned, then turned back to him, standing up and pushing her panties down. She was already wet, her pussy gleaming.

The guy didn’t waste time. He lifted her onto the bed, spreading her legs, then dragged the head of his cock through her folds. Sarah whimpered, biting her lip as he teased her. “Please,” she begged, “fuck me already.”

He laughed and shoved inside.

Sarah *screamed*. Her back arched, her nails digging into his arms as he stretched her wide. “Oh fuck—oh *fuck*—” she gasped, her body shaking. He was so thick I could see her pussy straining around him, her tight little cunt struggling to take him. But she loved it.

He started slow, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, making her whimper every time. “You feel that?” he grunted, his hips snapping harder. “Feel how much bigger I am than your husband?”

Sarah nodded frantically, her tits bouncing. “Yes—*yes*—fuck, you’re so *big*—”

I couldn’t take it. I jerked my cock faster, watching her take every inch of him, her pussy gripping him like she never wanted to let go. Her moans got louder, sharper, and I knew she was close.

“Gonna cum,” she panted. “Oh god, I’m gonna—”

The guy slammed into her one last time, holding her hips down as she came, her whole body trembling. He followed right after, groaning as he pumped her full, his cock twitching inside her. When he finally pulled out, cum dripped from her pussy, messy and perfect.

Sarah collapsed onto the bed, breathless, her legs still spread. Then she turned her head, meeting my eyes, and smiled. “Your turn, baby.”

I didn’t last five seconds.