Giving Away My Wife

Giving Away My Wife, part 1

It seems like every tragedy starts out as a love story. That was definitely the case for me.

So I'm Matt and my wife is Sofi (short for Sophia, of course, but she never uses that because she thinks it makes her sound old). We're in our early 30's and we've been together eight years.

We met at work (she's a corporate attorney, I'm in sales) and it was love at first sight on my part. Sofi's parents are Greek, and all it takes is one look at her and you know why writers use words like "lush" and "ripe" when talking about some women. She's a bombshell with wavy black shoulder-length hair, deep eyes, beautiful full breasts and a smile that could stop your heart.

My own background is generic mixed-Caucasian; maybe a little more German than anything else. I keep myself fit and clean-cut because it's good for my job and because I like being active. Making friends comes easy to me because I'm happy to talk and cut-up with anybody.

The details of our dating and first few years of marriage aren't important; we were happy with each other and making progress with our jobs. Our problems started when we hit our late 20's and decided it was time to have kids. After a couple of frustrating years of trying, we went to a specialist and found out that the problem was my sperm.

Of course we weren't willing to let it go at that: We launched into a whole program of expensive fertility treatment. It didn't work.

It was during those years that our relationship changed. She smiled less. I joked less. We started having big fights where we'd yell and then not talk to each other for days. It was bad.

A big part of it was my own insecurities-I can say that now. I know from the locker room and from porn and from a couple of ex-girlfriends who got cruel during the breakup that my package is on the small side. I always tried to put it out of my mind (why worry about what you can't change, right?) and just got really good at satisfying the ladies in other ways. I'm pretty damn proud of what I can do to a woman with my tongue.

The infertility thing hit me hard, though. I wouldn't have admitted it at the time, but it piled on the self- consciousness that I already had and for the first time in my life I felt like less of a man. In the middle of all that, we made the stupid decision to buy a bigger house. We told ourselves the fertility treatments were going to work and we were going to need the space. In reality, the stress of the move just added to the fights, and then the bigger house just made the lack of kids more obvious and made it easier for us to avoid each other.

We were about two steps away from divorce when everything changed.

Our new neighbors on one side were Todd and Jenna-they were about our age with a couple of kids.

He was a tennis instructor and she taught yoga. Our other neighbor was Frank-a burly, greying guy in his mid-50's. He lived alone but ran a home-building business out of his house. Needless to say, he used his own crews on his place, so he had every amenity. Our bedroom window looked down on his beautiful pool with a big hot tub, and fancy outdoor kitchen.

We'd been in the house a couple months. It was late august, and I was out trimming hedges in the heat and sweating like a pig when Frank's work truck pulled into his drive. He yelled and waved a greeting, but I couldn't muster much more than a half-hearted wave.

Next thing I knew, he sauntered up to me. "Hey, Matt. Hot day for that." I'd never seen him smoke, but he had the rough voice of someone who'd done it his whole life.

"Yeah. Tell me about it." I just kept cutting.

He didn't say anything for a long moment, then "You guys have plans this evening? I thought I'd grill some steaks. We can hang out around the pool and have cocktails. Just the three of us." He lowered his voice to speak softly. "I thought maybe you could use a break, ya know?"

That got my attention. The look on my face must have said a lot, because he raised his hands. Still speaking quietly, he said "Relax, son. I'm old enough to be your dad, but I know what you're goin' through-I had a missus once. Why don't you two come over and forget your troubles for one night? It'll do you good."

It did sound good. I managed a smile, "I guess we've been pretty loud, huh?"

"Like a buzzsaw. But don't worry about it, you guys are nothin' compared to me and my ex. Seriously, come on over around six or seven. Wear your swim suits."

It didn't take much to convince Sofi. Hanging with the neighbors was part of our whole fantasy future when we'd bought the house, and Frank's house wasn't full of little kids who would stir up our troubles.

We made it to Frank's back yard right on time. The sun was just setting and the delicious smell of grill smoke was wafting over the privacy fence. Since we were just crossing from our back yard to his, I was wearing my blue speedo and Sofi was wearing her blue and white bikini. Trust me when I say that cars would be wrecking on the street if she walked through the front yard in that bikini. At least we did have towels slung over our shoulders.

Frank looked up from the grill with a grin when we came through the gate. He might have been old enough to be our father, but he wasn't dead: I saw him skip a beat when his eyes landed on Sofi. He covered it really fast, though. Probably faster than I covered my own shock at the sight of him. He was wearing a loose t-shirt that hung down from his beer gut, and a pair of red swim trunks that were tight around his hairy, obviously-muscled thighs. That was all no big deal. What caught me off- guard, though, was the absolutely massive bulge that the trunks couldn't begin to hide. I swear it looked like he had a guinea pig between his legs. I couldn't help but glance down at myself. I had six-pack abs, but down below those there was barely a dimple in my speedo.

I was so busy recovering myself that I didn't notice Sofi's reaction. She swept by me with a smile and we all started chatting and drinking as if there were nothing to notice at all. After some great steaks, we spent a couple of hours splashing in the pool and drinking cocktails. I kept stealing glances at that monster-I couldn't help it! But I never once saw Sofi look at anything other than Frank's eyes while she was talking to him.

Sometime around 10, while he was pouring another round of refills, Frank said "I'm feeling like its hot- tub time. You guys in?"

Of course we both said sure and got up to head that way, but he held up a hand. "Wait up: There's a house rule about the hot tub. No clothes allowed."

I was pretty tipsy at that point, but I froze. "Seriously?"

He laughed easily. "Yep. It's better for the filters. Plus I like to make my friends act like actual grown- ups." Without waiting, he casually thumbed the waistband of his trunks and stripped them down. The beast that had been curled up in there flopped down. At that point, I couldn't stop myself from staring. Thank god the place wasn't too brightly lit because they both would have seen my eyes bug out.

Frank had taken off his t-shirt to get in the pool, so we'd seen his upper half. Typical for a man in his mid-50's who'd been involved in blue-collar physical labor most of his life: Broad shoulders, beer belly, but still plenty of muscle under there. All covered in a thick layer of hair that was dark but turning grey. That hair continued down to a dense nest at his crotch. His balls were enormous-like two big lemons in a heavy sack. Even soft, his cock hung nine or ten inches and it was THICK. I couldn't imagine what it would be like hard. I didn't want to imagine it. And the last thing I wanted in the world was to take my speedo off while I was in the same zip code as that thing.

Beside me, Sofi laughed a little drunkenly. "Well, rules are rules, right?" She lifted her hair and turned her back toward me. "Untie me, Hon."

I was so hung up about exposing myself that I didn't think to be hung up about exposing my wife. I plucked at her bikini strings because it bought me a few more seconds to not pull down my own. Her beautiful, full breasts swung free and she casually dropped her top to the ground. She slipped her bottoms off and immediately stepped into the hot tub.

Frank whistled openly. "Damn, Sofi. You could give an old man like me a heart attack!" He sat down on the edge of the hot tub across from her, with his legs dangling in the swirling water and spread wide enough for his cock to hang over the edge for the whole world to see. Most importantly, for Sofi to be looking directly at.

"What are you waitin' on, Matt? Get in here." I suddenly realized he was grinning at me.

I stripped off my Speedo and thrashed in as quickly as I could to get my inadequacy hidden under the water. It didn't do anything except make me look as awkward as I felt. I've kept my crotch shaved my whole life, thinking it looked clean and also because they say it makes your package look bigger. Right then, with Frank's massive hairy snake just a few feet away, I felt like having no hair down there just made my dick look even more like a little kid's.

I don't remember a lot about the next half-hour or so because I was too caught up in my own head. There was a bunch of idle chit-chat about hot tubs and favorite cocktails and things. Frank got the pitcher a couple of times and walked around refilling our drinks. When he bent down beside us to pour, that monster was hanging about a foot from our faces, but then he'd go back to his spot across from us, sitting on the edge of the tub.

At one point he was describing the different massage-jet features of the tub for different seats and suggested Sofi try a different spot. She oooed and ahhed when she sat there, but what I noticed was that it wasn't as deep a seat. It brought her nipples up to the waterline and we could both see how erect they were.

My eyes were darting back and forth between Sofi's amazing breasts and Frank's huge package when he said, "You doin' ok, Matt? You haven't said much." I tried to make some feeble excuse about the heat getting to me, but he just grinned and cut me off and casually lifted his dick with one hand to point it at me. "Seems to me that you've spent about half the evening staring at this thing. Oh, don't worry-I'm used to it. You just need to get used to it too. Tell you what..."

He slipped into the tub standing up and stepped over to my seat. "Feel it," he said. It was right in front of my face.

I said something really articulate, like "huh?"

"I'm serious. Just feel it. You need to get used to it and then you'll just tune it out. Sofi will do it with you if that'll make it feel less weird for you, won't you Sofi? Just put your hand on it."

Sofi came across the tub so fast she left a wake like a speedboat. "Sure, I'll do it with you." Her smooth hand came up out of the water and gently cupped the underside of his heavy meat. She was breathing a little fast as she patted my arm. "Come on. Touch it."

I didn't want to. I really didn't. But I couldn't stop myself. My hand reached up almost by itself and tentatively cupped under his heavy tube and lifted it softly. I couldn't believe the weight of it! I hefted it up and down slowly and heard myself say "Jesus Christ" in awe before I knew the words were coming out.

Sofi stepped up close to Frank, so her beautiful breasts were actually pressed up against him. She reached down and lifted his huge balls softly. I just barely heard a soft whimper from her. She let her fingertips stroke upward along his big sack and then turned her hand to wrap her fingers around his giant meat to squeeze and pull gently.

Frank let out a sound that was half chuckle and half growl, and I felt his meat throb. Right in front of my eyes (literally) that fat cockhead flared and the weight of his cock lifted a little from my hand and out toward me. "Yeah, keep that up," he said. "You can see what it really looks like." And he slipped one arm around Sofi's waist to pull her tight against him while his other hand reached up to thumb gently at her stiff nipples.

I did see him do that, but somehow everything was peripheral to the sight of his monstrous swelling cock. It grew up and out in a smooth, steady motion in our hands. I literally felt my hand opening further as it got thicker. In moments it was pointing straight at my face and my fingers didn't come anywhere near to closing around it. Sofi's more petite hand was like a child's on it.

I was gawking when Frank said "So? What do you think?"

I made myself tear my eyes away and look up-he was looking down at me with a knowing smirk. "It's unreal."

"It's not all the way hard yet. Takes more than a little strokin' for that. Here, let me show you." He turned a little so his massive shaft was across my face instead of pointed at me, and slid his arm up Sofi's back, pushing her gently to bend over and get her face down to my level. Our wide eyes met across his meat and I couldn't miss her sparkle of anticipation.

He reached around and cupped the back of my head and hers and pulled our faces together, slowly but firmly. My lips met one side of his meat and Sofi's met the other side. I was too overwhelmed to move, but Sofi immediately spread her lips and started suckling and tonguing along her side of his shaft. "That's great, Sofi," he said. He squeezed the back of my head gently. "Just do what she does; she'll teach you. Put your mouths at the head and kind of kiss each other with it in between you." He nudged me in that direction.

The dam burst when my lips met Sofi's. Suddenly my zombie-like shock was swept away in a flood of lust and I felt my dick pop to attention. For the first time in my life I was forcefully aware of what a little change that really was, but somehow it actually fed my lust. Our tongues lashed out, battling with each other to swab Frank's swollen cockhead.

"Oh yeah, that's good!" he said. I felt a fresh wave of heat on my lips and tongue as his mushroom head pulsed a little larger. His meat starting climbing up again, and I had to shift up off my seat a little to follow it.

Sofi was cooing with pleasure, and I caught a glimpse of his hairy arm that was stretched down across her back to put his hand right at her exposed vagina.

He let us lick and suck around his head for a long time and then slowly nudged our faces back. His cock was fully upright and throbbing, with a flared head that was wet with our spit and almost as thick as the end of a baseball bat. The whole thing was easily more than ten inches.

"So what'd you think? Ever see one like it?" he said, still smirking.

"God no," Sofi breathed. She stayed bent over, pushing her rump back toward Frank's hand.

He turned a little more toward me so his meat pole arced the entire way up across my face. "What about you, Matt? Want to see more?"

I nodded quickly. If that thing could get even bigger, I sure as hell wanted to see it.

He nudged Sofi upright. "Let's go inside. This'll be easier there." He took her arm and helped her step out while I clambered after them. Then he picked up a couple of big towels and tossed me one. "Let's treat the lady like a lady and dry her off." He led by example and started slowly toweling her down. He took great care to get all the moisture out of her cleavage while I started up from her feet. Then he gently worked his way down and repeated the slow process between her thighs, with his face inches from her swollen pussy lips. Only when he was satisfied did we dry ourselves.

He led us inside and poured us another round of drinks, but I only got a couple of quick swigs because he sat down on the couch and spread his legs wide. He cupped his giant nuts with one hand and nodded to the floor in front of him. "Ok, Matt, you get down there." He waited till I quickly complied. "Now do the same thing you did before, but do it to my balls. Just use your mouth. Really get your tongue up under em'."

I leaned in, and started suckling and swabbing. His ball-sack was like a cushion covering my face, and the heat from the hot tub seemed to provoke a strong musky smell that got stronger as I tried to work my tongue under and behind his nuts. "Oh, fuck," he said. "You have an amazing tongue Matt! Keep that up!"

I mentioned before that I can do great things to women with my mouth and I had a flush of pride at having that recognized by somebody who was as much of a man as Frank. Maybe I really had something going for me!

I felt them shifting above me. "You come up here while he does his thing," he said. I glanced up as Sofi settled onto her knees across his lap, facing him. His giant pole was standing up between my face and her amazing ass. For the next long while, the only sounds were of my slurping mouth on his balls and their mutual moans and rustles. Occasionally I caught the edges of soft admiring whispers, but I couldn't make out the words. My own little dick (I already thought of it that way) was so hard it hurt.

Finally, Frank dropped his hand down to my shoulder and spoke up. "That's fantastic, Matt. Do me a favor and grab something for me. My bedroom is through that door. There's a bottle of lube in the nightstand-go get it?"

I jumped up and ran into his bedroom. It was the messy bedroom of a bachelor but I didn't have time to critique. I jerked open the drawer beside his bed and grabbed the big bottle of lube that was there and ran back to the couch. Sofi was still on him, but she was slowly grinding her ass up and down along his shaft while she sank her mouth into his.

Yes, a small part of me wanted to freak, but at that moment I would have gladly given up what little manhood I had rather than interrupt.

After a couple minutes of me just standing there, Frank said "Matt, go ahead and get a big handful of lube and slather it all over my dick. Take your time. Make sure you get lots on the head too." And they went back to making out.

Having his shaft in my lubed hands was a whole new experience. It was like magic to feel that enormous pole sliding through my hands. Every stroke felt like it was never going to end. I'd have given ANYTHING to have that instead of the two-fingers-and-thumb jerk that I usually gave myself. He groaned and growled several times in pleasure at what I was doing.

Finally he said, "Ok, Matt, that's good." He put his hands on Sofi's ass and lifted her up. Then he said, "Now you're gonna see the whole thing, and you're gonna help. Take ahold of my dick."

When I got a grip on it and started an easy stroking, he started lowering Sofi down toward it. He wasn't having any trouble guiding her, but he said "Matt, this is on you, dude. You know what Sofi likes, so you keep ahold of it and make sure it gets in there."

My wife's swollen, already-dripping pussy-lips met the tip of his cock. She whined in need and he growled. He went incredibly slowly, giving her time to adjust and giving me time to watch, riveted, as she opened and so, so gradually enveloped that massive head.

Her whines rose in pitch and he let out a gargling noise. "Jesus fucking Christ, girl! If I didn't know better I'd think you're a virgin you're so tight!" She slipped lower and lower, and her whole body started to thrash and shake. Her whines turned into squeals that I'd never heard out of her in all our years of marriage.

It took ages but at the same time all-too-soon her pussy was crowding my hand down his shaft and finally I could only keep a couple of fingers between them, touching the edges of the giant cock that my wife was opened around. She was quivering and squealing and clutching at him, her head lolling one moment and then whipping forward against shoulders the next.

"Ok, Matt, move," he grunted and nudged me with his foot. I reluctantly scrambled out of the way. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled forward off the couch, supporting her down to the floor. When she was on her back, her legs wrapped around him, he started a slow, easy thrusting. I could barely recognize her face through her expression of mindless pleasure and constant wailing.

They tuned me out. He fucked my wife right in front of me. Sofi begged for it over and over, clutching at him with absolute desperation. I found myself circling them, watching what was happening from every possible vantage, burning it into my mind. I couldn't stand it and at the same time I never wanted it to end. I kept being drawn back to kneel between his feet and bend my head so I could watch his cock- easily thicker than my wrist-plunging into her over and over while his balls swung and slapped against her.

I don't know how long it went on, but finally his relentless fucking started speeding up and the wet slapping and sharp cries got more and more frantic. Just as it reached a fever pitch he shouted, "I'm cumin' baby! I'm gonna fill you up!" and she wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on for dear life to make sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

He didn't try. His head flew back and he shouted with pleasure. I was watching his giant balls when they contracted and I saw the spasming of his shaft as he flooded her. And I do mean flooded. The floor under her was covered in her juices already, but thick streams of white cream poured out around his shaft to mingle in the puddle.

Finally his shaking settled and her cries turned to whimpers and then they lay there, clutching each other and panting. It was a long time before she finally, slowly, let her grip on him relax. He looked around like he suddenly remembered I was there and shot me a big grin. "Hope you liked that as much as we did, boy."

He sat back slowly with a long groan, and his gradually softening pipe slid out of her with a wet slurp. She moaned a little plaintively. "Oh god," she said. She was slurring just a little, and it wasn't from the alcohol. "That was... oh, my god."

Frank pushed himself up and sat on the edge of the couch with his legs wide and his sloppy cock drooping. He gestured at me. "We don't have to stop just yet. Why don't you get back down here?"

I was flushed and shaking, but I knelt slowly. His dick was right in front of me, slimy with my wife's pussy-juice and his cum. He didn't say anything, but put his hand on the back of my head and pulled it gently forward. When the hot tip of his cock touched my lips, I immediately started licking without even thinking about it.

He leaned back and let me work over every inch of his shaft and balls, sucking and licking and tonguing him clean. I could taste my wife, but also that same muskiness I'd inhaled from his balls but amped up a hundred times. It wasn't that I loved the taste-it wasn't about that. It's just that it shouted manliness like nothing I'd ever experienced and I wanted to have that feeling so bad.

When he was finally clean, he ruffled my hair with a smile. "That's good, boy. Great tongue. Now why don't you take care of your wife?" He leaned down to look me in the eye and said quietly. "But you know... I might have just given you that baby you've been wantin'."

I froze in shock and I heard Sofi gasp behind me. I'd been so carried away by lust that I didn't even think about that. Of course Sofi wasn't on birth control-we'd been trying to get pregnant! My head whipped around and I saw my own shock reflected in her eyes. One of her hands shot up to cover her mouth while the other dropped down to her belly. Her snatch was a gaping tunnel filled with white spunk.

He put his hand on my shoulder. "Now's the time for you two to decide. You could try to suck my load out of her. Maybe you'll get enough. Or you can go get one of those morning-after pills tomorrow. But if you really want that baby you've been workin' for, this is the way to get it. You'll be the daddy, Matt. I'll just be Uncle Frank who lives next door."

Sofi and I didn't move. I was shaking.

Frank kept talking softly in my ear. "But you'll know. Every time you look at her big belly, you'll know it's my baby in there. Every time you change a diaper or take him to school, you'll know you're raising my kid. Do you want to have a son with a dick like mine, a son who can do to a lady what I just did, or do you want a son who has to use his tongue to make 'em happy? Maybe a son that likes to suck cock as much as you do?"

I felt my cheeks flaming with shame, but I knew what I had to do. I bent slowly and gave Sofi a long, gentle kiss on the lips. Then I kissed my way gently down those breasts that I loved so much, across her smooth belly. I lifted her legs until her hips were lifted up and her drenched, open canal was pointed up toward the ceiling.

I bent my mouth down to her and kissed around that tender red chute. I used my tongue and started swiping the rivulets of Franks cum that had poured out, lifting them back and letting them pour down into her. I kept going until every drop that had clung to her was back inside and then I just kept kissing and nuzzling softly while I held her legs and hips up to let his load pour deeper inside her.

Frank slipped back down beside her and started kissing her. "I knew he'd do the right thing," he said. "Don't worry, baby. We'll both take care of you. I'll give you all the babies you want and Matt'll be a great dad for our kids."

Sofi's hand raised to his scruffy cheek and stroked it. She leaned into his kiss and returned it with real passion. His thick shaft slowly started climbing again and he chuckled. "I think I might be ready for another round in a few minutes. Matt, why don't you run in the bedroom and turn the sheets down for us? I think I want to take my new lady to bed."