A Fantasy Shared: A Husband's Darkest Fantasy Becomes a Brutal Reality

My body arched, fingers gripping his hair tighter as I let out a gasp, pleasure surging through me. I came with a shudder, my thighs trembling as my husband tried to keep up, his mouth soaked with a mixture of my pussy juices and the remnants of the huge load of cum Christian’s massive black cock had left in me not long before.

As the last waves of my orgasm subsided, I pushed him back slightly, chest heaving as I caught my breath. He sat up slowly, and that’s when I noticed the change in his expression—an intense embarrassment that clouded his features. I glanced down, expecting to see him still hard and ready, but instead, his cock was completely soft, lying against his thigh like he’d lost his arousal completely.

Annoyance flared up inside me, the question forming on my lips as I narrowed my eyes. But then I noticed the glistening drip at the tip of his cock, and my gaze moved to the floor in front of him. A large, sticky pool of cum had gathered there, evidence of his release. He had cum without even touching himself, the sheer humiliation and excitement too much for him to handle.

A small, incredulous laugh slipped from my mouth as I took it all in. “You came,” I said, voice laced with mock disbelief. “You came without even touching your pathetic little cock. Just from licking my pussy and watching me get fucked by a real man.”

He looked down, face turning crimson, unable to meet my eyes. The shame rolled off him in waves, and for a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of our breathing and the faint rustle of the sheets. The power dynamic had shifted completely, and the realization left us both reeling.