John and Jen enjoyed a sex life most would envy.
Both in their late twenties at the time, they met while volunteering at a soup kitchen. John was preparing to take his licensing exam, and Jen had just started practicing as a therapist.
It was lust at first sight. John was a stocky man with a neatly trimmed beard. His blue eyes sparkled brilliantly behind a pair of traditional glasses frames.
Jen was slightly plump with thick, luscious blond hair and gorgeous green eyes. John couldn't resist sneaking glances at her large breasts and round ass.
They dated for close to five months before becoming intimate. John was the more experienced of the two, having been sexually active with a few past partners.
Jen was still a virgin. She'd given hand jobs to her prom date, and performed oral sex on her college boyfriend, but she wanted to save vaginal sex for the right man.
Once they started fucking, the sex was electric. Jen's bed became their sanctuary of pleasure.
After three years together, the couple wed. Four years later, they welcomed a daughter, Maggie, into the family. Wanting a suburban life, the young family moved out of Jen's condo and into a house in a small Connecticut town.
Because the bedrooms were next to each other, the modest Jen was concerned about Maggie hearing her parents have sex. Still, their couple's love making was always satisfying.
Shortly after celebrating their nineteenth anniversary, Jen was in bed reading a celebrity magazine. John was beside her, watching tv. He leaned toward Jen, and flipped the periodical's cover over slightly to see who was featured.
"Wow, who's that?"
"Don't you know Nia?" asked an amused Jen.
"Sure. Maggie told me the kids at school talk about her song, 'My Wet Pussy'. I'm just surprised she's so cute. Kind of figured she'd be skanky."
Jen laughed. "We both know you like big booty? Is she your celebrity crush?"
Seeing the confusion on John's face, Jen offered an explanation. "You know, the only other person I'd allow you to fuck in the unlikely event you meet and she's game."
"She's sexy, but honey, you're my crush." John paused, and in a mock jealous tone asked: "And who's your celebrity crush?"
Without a moment's hesitation Jen answered, "Rex Thorne."
John gasped in amused disbelief. "The twenty-something bad boy actor that your daughter has a crush on? Isn't he also that asshole that tells the world about every woman he screws? Doesn't he even bring his conquests to movie sets and tv interviews?"
Jen laughed, "He's also rumored to have a ten inch penis and mommy issues. I've read that he finds older married women a turn on and, in some circles, he's called the 'Cuckmaker'."
The couple laughed and continued their playful banter until Jen offered a proposal. Grinning mischievously, she said: "I'll make you a deal. You get to fuck Nia if given the chance, and, if I meet Rex, he can fuck me."
John raised the anti. "Ok. If you meet Rex, I promise you can do whatever you like. I'll even assist the 'Cuckmaker' if you want. But if I meet Nia, I get to fuck you both at the same time, really make you feel pleasure and shame."
They playfully shook hands, and Jen started singing a mangled version of 'My Wet Pussy'. John worked her vagina before taking her.
A few weeks after that discussion, John arranged for he and Jen to spend Valentine's Day at a swanky hotel in Times Square. Jen's Aunt Sarah would watch Maggie.
The couple's first night in NYC was amazing. They went to dinner at a world class restaurant, had a couple's massage, and made love all night.
Early the next morning, Valentine's Day, they woke up, put on comfy clothes, and went to breakfast at the hotel's restaurant. They placed their order, and held hands in silence.
A huge smile spread across Jen's face as they were halfway through their bloody marys.
"What?" asked John.
"Look over there. It's Rex Thorne."
John looked over and, sure enough, the actor was sitting alone at a table. He was wearing a fluffy white robe which exposed his chest, appearing not to care what other diners thought.
Even without wearing Hollywood makeup, Rex was gorgeous. His bright grey eyes gave the impression that he possessed intelligence (which, in reality, was totally untrue). His perfect, masculine bone structure made him appear ever the alpha male.
"I'm going to get his autograph," teased John. He got up and walked over to Rex.
Rex kept looking over at Jen as the two men spoke. To her enormous surprise, the actor got up and walked with John toward her.
"I love meeting fans," Rex announced while performing a hand gesture to alert the wait staff that he had changed tables. Two waiters delivered to him a chair, an egg white omelet, and a spinach protein shake. As he ate, Rex explained that he was in NYC shooting a new film.
Jen couldn't pay attention to the conversation. She was fantasizing about having sex with the amazing specimen sitting with her. She recognized he was an idiotic narcissist, but still, she desired him. Jen hoped he wanted her.
After breakfast, Rex invited the couple to see the "spectacular" view from his penthouse suite. He said he had glamour photos by his bed, and offered to autograph one that they could bring home to Maggie.
Remembering the actor's reputation as the Cuckmaker, John didn't care for the plan. He had no desire to risk letting another man pleasure his spouse. But before he could respond, Jen jumped at the offer.
John felt queasy as the trio rode the the elevator to the hotel's top floor. He noticed Rex checking out Jen's breasts and ass.
John kept telling himself that nothing was going to happen. Rex was a moron, and far younger than Jen. Rex might not even interested in banging her. Surely Jen wouldn't hold her husband to an agreement they made in jest.
They arrived at Rex's suite and, as promised, the view was amazing. They could see Central Park from the suite's bay windows.
Within a mere fifteen minutes of entering the room, Rex revealed his intentions: "I'm not here to play games. Jen, you're a milf, and I see you're lusting for me. John, I'll make sure she has a good time. I let you watch, and show you how to pleasure your wife."
Before John could object, Jen grabbed his arm. "You're gonna keep your promise, right? Remember, celebrity crush?" she asked. Words escaped John, who simply nodded in disbelief.
Rex removed his robe. His body was like a sculpture of some muscular ancient Greek god. The rumors were true. Rex's uncircumcised cock was enormous, at least ten inches in length and quite thick. John immediately felt inadequate.
"Now, the two of you," commanded the young actor. As instructed, the couple removed their clothing. Rex looked at John's cock and chuckled.
The actor then grabbed Jen and passionately kissed her as they made their way to the bathroom. John trailed behind like a puppy chasing its masters.
Rex escorted Jen into the massive glass shower. Through the steam on the glass, John witnessed the young bull fondle his wife. Before the steam completely obscured his view, John saw Jen getting ready to kneel.