Chapter 3: The First Thrust – Stretching Limits
Love bent gracefully over the sturdy coffee table, arching her back and spreading her legs. The glossy green pumps planted firmly on the carpet, her calves flexing beautifully. Hank stepped up behind her first, his enormous dark cock already rock-hard and throbbing. He slapped the thick, veiny length against her pale, soft ass cheeks with a heavy smack that made Love giggle.
"Ohhh… it's so big," she gasped the moment the swollen head pressed against her slick, eager pussy lips. Her eyes fluttered wide, mouth falling open in a perfect O of pure pleasure as Hank began to push forward. Inch after thick, girthy inch sank slowly into her, stretching her tight walls in ways Dexter's small penis had never come close to achieving.
Dexter stood only a few feet away, the birthday cake still clutched in his hands, watching every detail with wide eyes. He could see the way his wife's pussy lips clung tightly around the invading shaft, how her body trembled as more and more of Hank's massive cock disappeared inside her.
Love moaned sweetly, her voice still laced with that warm, maternal tone even while being split open. "Mmm, listen to that, sweetie… Can you hear how wet Mommy is for him? He's going so deep already. It doesn't even squeeze your little penis anymore, does it, baby? Poor thing stays locked up tight while Mommy gets properly filled. But that's okay — you're still my sweet, special husband. Just keep watching and learning how a real man makes Mommy feel so full and happy."
Hank groaned loudly, gripping her wide hips with both hands as he bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against her clit. "Fuck, she's tight… but not for long. Your little husband's dick doesn't even touch the sides anymore."
Love laughed softly, a gentle, teasing sound that sent fresh waves of humiliation through Dexter. "No, it really doesn't anymore. He tries so hard, bless his heart, but Mommy needs this now." She glanced back over her shoulder at Dexter, her golden wristwatch glinting as she reached back to spread one ass cheek wider for Hank. "You're doing such a good job watching, sweetie. Keep that cake steady — we don't want any accidents. If you spill even a crumb, Mommy might have to time a long edging punishment with this watch later. You don't want that on your birthday, do you?"
Dexter could only nod, his caged cock straining painfully against its plastic prison as Hank began to thrust slowly, each powerful stroke making Love's massive tits sway and bounce beneath her.