Multiversal Cheaters, Hotwives and Cuckolds - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Being a Superhero? In This Economy?! Part 2

Fandom: Spiderman

Tags: Pornography, Raceplay, Huge Cock, Unrealistic Vaginal Depth, Hotwife, Consensual Infidelity, Cheat Acting, Cuckold

Pete swung through Queens with his suit’s active camouflage firmly in effect. When he used to live in his apartment in Manhattan, it had been relatively simple for him to don his suit and launch himself off one of New York’s countless high-rises to begin his patrols.

Now married and living in the ‘burbs, it had been a whole lot more complicated to come and go as he pleased, without one of his nosy neighbours eventually noticing something.

Thankfully, the camouflage tech he’d created and weaved into all of his suits not only had immense utility, but it had nixed that complication in the bud. It allowed Pete to land in his backyard without care and slip into his secret base (read: his garden shed) to change without fear of being spotted.

Exiting the shed dressed in jeans and a shirt, Pete took the time to admire the home he’d inherited from his Aunt and Uncle - the home he’d grown up in. Without it, he didn’t doubt he and MJ would have had a much tougher time coping with the economy as it was, and with jobs as typically unreliable as theirs.

Not that that’s an issue anymore…

With the amount of money they’d pulled in from the video with Luke alone, in a single week, they were already financially secure for the foreseeable future. Not only had they been able to pay off the rest of the mortgage - and wasn’t that an amusing visit to the bank - but he and MJ had retabled the moving discussion. 

Sweeping his gaze across the yard he'd spent countless hours playing in as a kid, Pete let out a melancholic sigh. 

Previously, when MJ still had a steady, decently well-paying job, their talks of moving to a bigger place had been a touch fanciful, a bigger part practical, but mostly brought on by a need to escape the bittersweet memories of his aunt and uncle. 

They'd discussed selling, and perhaps moving to a more affordable suburb further out.

Their renewed discussions around their future home were a whole lot more hopeful. Not only would they not need to sell his aunt and uncle's place - especially if they continued on their upward trajectory in their new, ahem, joint venture - but childhood fantasies of buying a home in the ridiculously exclusive and idyllic Forest Hills seemed a lot less fanciful. 

It's still out of our price range…for now. If we keep grinding though, and keep putting out high quality content, in a couple of years…

Daydreaming about the future had him invariably thinking about how they'd get there, and Pete felt himself harden painfully in his tight jeans. 

With a sudden need to see and hold his beautiful wife, Pete slipped in through the back door of his small, inherited home, his cock throbbing painfully when he was immediately greeted with MJ’s guttural groaning. 

Always working hard, my love. 

Launching himself to and gripping the ceiling with his fingers and toes, Pete scurried along the surface up the wall and to the second story like a horror movie monster. When he reached the master bedroom and crawled inside, he had to stop and just stare in appreciation. 

Luke Cage had the biggest cock Pete had ever seen, in real life locker rooms and in porn. One didn't avail themselves of his endowment without appropriate preparation. 

Not if they wanted to enjoy themselves, at least. 

MJ, surrounded by cameras, boom mics and softbox lighting stands, was on her hands and knees, naked - save for a sheer, high-support bra that stopped her heavy breasts from swaying and flopping all over the place - and undeniably beautiful. She was slick with sweat, as if she'd just finished an intense workout, her beautiful, voluminous red hair plastered to her face and back. 

She was kneeling in front of the door leading to their wardrobe and bathroom. It was closed, a black, suction-cup dildo affixed to its wooden surface. 

It was large - but still not as big and imposing as his friend's ridiculous endowment - and lifelike in appearance. It honestly could have passed for the real thing, especially covered in his wife's juices as it was. 

Oh, his wife was also impaled on it, her soft, pillowy ass crashing against the door and rippling deliciously with the repeated impacts as she groaned and fucked the faux cock.

Pete was impressed, and shocked. Not by the scene, of course - they'd decided to film her practise and upload the videos as teasers for the main event - but by the fact that the impossibly large, ten-inch, silicone sex toy disappeared into his wife's gushing and gaping womanhood entirely with each thrust. 

Though he suspected there was some give in the silicone… Pete knew vaginas just didn't work like that. His wife's pussy might be deeper than most, but not that deep.

‘I can, hnnnngh, smell your cologne, Tiger, mmmmmh.’

His surprise entrance completely ruined by his voyeuristic tendencies, Pete dropped to the floor behind the camera, barely a foot from his still-rocking wife. 

‘Sorry, just shocked,’ he admitted in a conversational tone, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his painfully hard cock. ‘How are you even fitting all of that in you?’

His wife's gorgeous emerald eyes fluttered open, the sight enough to take his breath away, and she licked her lips at the sight of his hard cock. MJ didn't answer immediately, moaning, grunting and whimpering as she bounced on the extreme dildo - the largest they could find without getting one custom-made - her eyes locked hungrily on his hard cock. 

‘I couldn't, hnnng, at first,’ she admitted, in a breathless whimper. Biting her lip, she continued, her back arched and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, ‘the more I thought about the real, hnnng, the real th-thing though, the hornier I got. Oooh, th-the hornier I got, the eez - she paused, breathing deeply before shaking her hips and sinking back down - the easier it became…’

Drawing closer to his sexy and panting wife, Pete waved his cock in her face, inches from her plump lips. When she darted forward, attempting to swallow his member whole, Pete giggled and leaned just out of reach, chuckling at her adorable pout.

‘Have you been able to think of anything other than Luke’s big, black, cock, my love?’

His wife's entire body shuddered at the sinful words, the desire to conquer their friend's freakishly large member having been implanted in her psyche the moment she'd laid eyes on it. 

‘D-don’t tease me,’ she whispered, her eyes screwed shut, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. 

Fat chance of that…this is way too hot. 

‘How many times have you cum, you filthy little slut?’ His words were harsh, but only because he knew how much MJ loved it when he talked dirty to her - he still felt a little awkward saying them, but MJ’s reaction was incentive enough to keep going. ‘How many times have you cum on that toy while fantasising about a man that isn't your husband, you cheating whore?’

Had anyone else heard his growled question, or seen the filthy and depraved look on his face, they wouldn't have recognised him as the normally affable and kind Peter Parker. 

His wife wasn't one of those people. 

‘N-none,’ she admitted, her lids fluttering open once more to reveal her gorgeous emerald eyes. ‘You know I don't cum on toys, baby…’

‘What toy?’ Pete asked, finally closing the distance between them and pulling his wife's long, wavy, damp crimson locks into a ponytail, holding it firmly in his clenched fist - the way she gasped, and her eyes twinkled with delight at the domineering move was so sexy and adorable it had his cock throbbing even harder with need. MJ didn't even resist when his hard cock slipped past her lips, not even gagging as she easily took him to the root in one go.

She'd been practising with much larger game in mind, after all.

Pete groaned, the stresses that had built up from his patrol instantly melting away as he felt his wife's talented, dextrous, unfaithful tongue twisting and twirling around his far more modest girth, a girth that was completely dwarfed by the monster she'd had in her mouth a fortnight ago. 

‘You're fucking Luke honey, that's no toy,’ he teased, as he started to thrust into her eager mouth. ‘You're taking his big, black, cock so deep. Will you even feel me anymore when we make love? You know what they say…’

A kinky byproduct of the first video they'd shot with his friend was that, while the age-old, tired phrase was ridiculous, MJ had undeniably discovered a new kink in being with a black man. 

She'd been incredibly embarrassed by the realisation, wondering if it made her subconsciously a little racist. Pete had assuaged her fears however, trying really hard to hide his incredulous eye roll.

It's no more racist than thinking Korean or Hispanic women are incredibly attractive…

He hated how modern society had made people so over-sensitive about such things, but this was not the time to be having such thoughts.

Regardless, in response to his words, MJ let out a long, drawn-out, muffled groan, her tongue going into overdrive around his cock while her bouncing on the silicone phallus became more urgent. Pete couldn’t look away from his wife’s ass, loving how the meaty flesh rippled every time she crashed against the door.

He couldn’t believe she was taking all of the ridiculously huge toy - he hadn’t thought it was anatomically possible. He knew women stretched when they became aroused, but not to this extent.

More proof that MJ is special… and that we’re about to make a lot of money.

Feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching, he grit his teeth and grunted in amusement before mentally correcting himself.

Even more money.

Despite her claim to never cum with toys - something that was mostly true to be fair - MJ came with a muffled squeal, her body shaking and convulsing as she bottomed-out on the immense dildo and swallowed his cock to the hilt.

Pete soon followed her over the edge, pulling out until only his tip was between her lips and cumming in his wife’s mouth with a mighty groan.

People might ask what he got out of this arrangement - with MJ being a porn star who now apparently had carte blanche to fuck other men. Aside from the obvious financial security, a permanently aroused and insatiable wife was a pretty amazing perk.

The fact that they were still madly in love, best friends and she was, without doubt, the most beautiful woman in the world?

Certainly doesn’t hurt…

When Pete finally stumbled away, he barked out a raspy laugh when he saw MJ already starting to thrust back against the dildo, biting her lip while trying to control her body’s continued shuddering.

‘You’re insatiable.’

MJ laughed sultrily. ‘I’ve got a feeling I’ll need to train a lot more than just my physical ability to handle him.’ Her eyes widened, as if she remembered something. ‘Speaking of, are we sure there will even be a next time?’

There was something so wild and kinky about carrying out this conversation while his wife was not only fucking herself on a dildo, but doing so to prepare her pussy for another, larger - much larger - man.

‘How do you know he won’t just take the money and run?’ She was leisurely bouncing on the toy once more, far more able to carry on a conversation without being interrupted by her sounds of pleasure. ‘Once, maybe, because he was desperate for cash, but with that check you’re gonna give him? He doesn’t really seem the type…’

‘You let me worry about that,’ Pete promised, bending down next to his wife to slip a hand in the cup of her bra, squeezing the heavy, hanging breast with a lustful moan. His lips pressed against her ear, he started to gutturally whisper more sinful words. ‘Your fans are desperate to see you take Luke’s big, black, cock.’ He really loved how violently those words affected his wife, it was insanely hot. ‘They want to see your little white pussy demolished by him,’ he continued, and she shuddered even more, her latest, deep impaling coming with a desperate, keening wail, her body once more starting to shake. ‘They want to see your cheating, adulterous lips gripping his massive girth so tight they never want to let it go.’

Her thrusting grew more urgent, her butt cheeks clapping against the heavy, wooden door. Incredibly, she was closing in on another orgasm so soon after her previous. ‘Pete don’t I’m - I’m -!’

‘Baby,’ he growled over her desperate pleas, ‘they want to see you squeal louder, cum harder than you ever did while fucking me…’

‘Oooooh fuuuuuuuuck!’

Pete held his wife in a tight embrace as another orgasm, even more powerful than the last, overwhelmed her senses and flooded her body with intense waves of euphoria.

Dazed from the sudden, unexpected pleasure, Pete sat on the carpeted floor beside her and waited for his wife to recover. When she finally did - enough strength returning to her muscles that her quivering arms could finally support her weight again - she had the good graces to blush prettily.

Pete chuckled knowingly, looking down at his flushed wife with no small amount of pride and love. ‘I adore how much of a kinky slut you’ve become.’

She blushed harder, though the smile she graced him with was radiant.

‘Any ideas of what the next video will be?’

She told him, and his eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. ‘We’re… gonna need a lot of extras to pull that off…’

‘Not really,’ she answered, seeking out his hand and interlocking her fingers with his. She was laid out on the floor on her back, finally taking a break from her training. She looked like she’d just been fucked - Pete wondered if she’d look similarly when she had the real thing. ‘For the opening scene, sure, but I was thinking you can put that AI model you made to the test?’

Pete hummed in thought as he idly played with his wife’s hand, the two subconsciously falling back into the childish finger war games they played as kids without even realising it. He’d trained and made the AI as a kind of side-project, to see what was possible. He’d gotten it down pretty well, with it creating environmental CGI indistinguishable from reality, with almost zero effort - could he do the same with living, breathing humans?

Imagine if I could…and I licensed the software out…

‘I believe in you,’ MJ said, her beautiful statement somehow made ridiculous when juxtaposed by how kinky their lives had become, and what they’d recently been discussing. ‘It’s time to put your work to the test.’

I guess it really is true what they say about new tech.

‘What’s the saying?’ Pete asked cheekily, ‘Porn is always the industry that breaks-in new tech?’

MJ’s laughter was infectious and had him grinning like an idiot.

The movement of her chest also did incredible things to her large, pale tits.

Before his libido had him cancelling his plans to spend the rest of the night ravishing his beautiful wife, Pete tucked his cock away and stood, almost caving at the puppy-dog look MJ was giving him.

‘You’re leaving?’

Bending down, he planted a soft kiss on her lips while his fingers brushed gently against her cheek. ‘Sorry, my love, but I need to make sure your co-star doesn’t get cold feet.’

Before he could get up and turn away, MJ gripped the scruff of his shirt and pulled him in for an intense, toe-curling, soul-uplifting kiss. His mind had been thoroughly scrambled when MJ pressed her lips against his ear and whispered huskily, causing his entire body to break out in ASMR-like tingles.

‘Baby, try really hard to make sure he doesn’t get cold feet…okay?’

Taking two steps back, Pete groaned at the smouldering look in his wife’s eyes. 

A realisation dawned on him, one that he'd already intellectually accepted, but only now faced in reality.

His wife wanted to fuck his huge-dicked friend, she wanted it badly. Her need was written clear as day on her features, the way she spoke, even the way she panted with excitement.

Pete felt himself beginning to harden uncomfortably in his jeans and he worried that he’d be meeting Luke at their favourite bar with the most awkward of incurable boners.

Then his wife made that worry a certainty…

‘Go get me that big, black, cock, Tiger…’

-

Pete saw his friend's head snap up when he slipped into their usual haunt, before shying away and masking his reaction by taking a pull of his beer and going back to watching the game. 

Hah. Adorable.

Again, they didn't sit in their normal spot at the bar, Luke having instead secured them a booth. Pete wound his way through the packed bar, giving quick daps and smiles to the other regulars he met along the way. 

When he finally reached the booth and dropped down with a sigh, he picked up the long neck Luke had ordered for him and clinked his friend's bottle before sinking into the plush leather. 

Man, why do we even hang out at the bar? It's way more comfortable here…

‘Didn't think you'd make it…’ Luke made the idle observation without turning away from the big-screen TV, an undercurrent of concern in his tone. 

It was honestly a little adorable that the hulking man expected some kind of awkwardness between them after messing around with his wife. 

Understandable, I guess, but still adorable. 

‘Oh you know, I've been pretty busy these past few weeks. What, between patrols, a weirdly insatiable wife -’ Luke almost snorted up his beer at that one, ‘and editing? Oh, speaking of, did you have a chance to watch the video? I emailed it to you.’

Pete couldn't help the massive shit-eating grin as he asked the question he knew damn well the answer to.

Coughing to hide his embarrassment, he answered under his breath and without turning to face him. 

‘Maybe once or twice…’

At his silence, Luke turned and saw the disbelieving look on Pete's face. If his skin were pale, Pete was sure the man would be blushing up a storm. 

‘Okay, fine, I almost gave myself blisters. You happy?!’

‘I don't think my wife would be happy, but that's besides the point,’ he joked, slapping his friend on the shoulder. ‘And calm down buddy, you're making this weirder than it needs to be.’ He took another pull of his beer before continuing, ‘what'd you think?’

Noticeably calming and getting over whatever weird feelings he was harbouring relatively quickly, Luke shook his head from side to side and huffed out a chuckle.

‘Best I've ever seen. Don't think I've ever watched a…one of those without skipping to the best bits. I can see why she's so popular -’

‘- Why you're both so popular.’ His correction was met with an uncomfortable and embarrassed eye roll and Pete couldn't help but chuckle into his beer. ‘So, ready for the next shoot?’

Still refusing to meet his gaze, Luke inhaled deeply, his large shoulders sagging despondently. ‘Listen man, I appreciate the opportunity, but I just don't think that's a…good…idea…’

His friend’s voice trailed off as Pete took the check out of his breast pocket, put it down and slid it across the table so it was in Luke's line of sight. 

Pete definitely had his attention now. 

He didn't need to pay Luke with a check, of course, it wasn't the nineties anymore, but in his experience - aside from using a wildly inappropriate and uncomfortably conspicuous briefcase of hard cash - nothing beat checks when receiving surprisingly large sums of money.

‘That's how much you guys made in a week?!’

Pete smirked around the lip of his bottle, finished his pull then chuckled. ‘Buddy, that's how much you made in a week.’

Pete wanted to laugh at the dumbstruck look on Luke's face, but given where he was in his life, thirty thousand dollars was a genuinely life-changing amount of money. 

Luke hunched in close so there was barely any space between them, his voice an urgent his.

‘You guys made three hundred gees in a week?’

Leaning back against the plush leather, Pete grinned proudly and shrugged. ‘Well, two-seventy after your but, but yeah. Roughly twenty thousand sales, fifteen bucks a pop. It sure adds up.’

I don't think I should mention the extra fifty grand from MJ’s subs and donations too - poor guy already looks like he's about to have an aneurysm…

Luke was still gaping at him, his hands trembling as he held the check like it was his firstborn.

‘I figure the more I market the next video, the more the teasers do the rounds on socials, the more people will also go back and buy it.’ 

There was also a requested-for interview with The Alternative. The art and culture-focused newspaper was incredibly interested in MJ’s fascinating success story, especially after ostensibly losing her job as an up and coming starlet of Broadway. Pete was keen for her to do it, the publicity alone potentially worth a lot of money and subs. MJ was far more hesitant, not wanting to draw any extra negative attention his way. 

The only family MJ had left that she cared about or could potentially disappoint was her aunt and, well, she was very much a child of the seventies. Pete, on the other hand - especially with the type and genre of videos she was making now with Luke - even if he had no family to worry about, was at a far greater risk of social pariahdom and public ridicule if his name got out.

Society was not kind to men who were known to let their women sleep around, no matter the circumstances or how much pussy they got in turn.

It’s adorable that she thinks I care and I love her for being concerned about my feelings, but we're committed. 

They would retire young and they would get the dream house in Forest Hills.

Thinking of his other job, he smiled ruefully. Retired young from paying work, he mentally amended.  

‘If it wasn't obvious, that's ten percent in perpetuity by the way.’ Pete took another pull of his beer and shrugged, the game on the big screen well and truly forgotten. ‘Your days of being worried about rent and child support are over, for a while at least… if you want to be rich though…’

That finally snapped Luke out of his daze. ‘Pete, I appreciate this, you'll never understand how much, but it's your wife man, you're one of my best friends - what? What's funny?’

Pete, at hearing his friend's concern, pulled up the live feed of his wife. After he'd left, she'd quickly started to stream for her loyal subscribers, going right back to preparing for her upcoming shoot. 

‘The only thing you have to concern yourself with in regards to MJ is what she'll do if you refuse.’

‘Gyatt dayam!’

His loud exclamation had gotten the attention of the nearby patrons. Highly embarrassed, Luke gave an apologetic shrug but shielded the phone with a huge forearm, his gaze returning to the silent footage on the screen.

Streaming live to his phone, MJ was in the same position he’d found her in earlier, except she had her laptop open on the carpeted floor in front of her, a half-empty glass of wine beside it.

She was far less enthusiastic in her fucking of the dildo, her movements more sensual and teasing. In the top right corner of the screen there was footage playing from the second camera, the one in profile, showing the huge, lifelike, silicone toy completely disappearing in and out of her well-trained pussy.

‘How… how is that even possible?!’

‘Never had a girl that could take all of you?’ Pete’s words were teasing, but he didn’t doubt they were completely correct. He was as shocked as Luke when he first saw MJ taking the entirety of the massive toy. ‘That could be you, you know.’

The look Luke sent him was entirely different this time, gone was the hesitation, the guilt, the self-recrimination. Desire burned hotly in his dark gaze before he remembered himself, and looked away.

Back down at MJ, of course.

‘I dunno how you do it man.’ His confession was unsurprising. ‘I dunno if I could let my girl be with another man. I wouldn’t be able to handle it…’

Pete jovially slapped Luke on his boulder-like shoulder and, when he had his friend’s attention, he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. ‘Trust me buddy, MJ feels the same way as you do. Even if there were a tiny bit of envy or angst in me - of course there is by the way, that’s why it’s so hot - that all fell by the wayside when I came home from patrolling one night to find my ex bound up on our bed, naked and presented to me like a Thanksgiving turkey. Trust me, MJ knows how to make me feel special.’

Luke’s eyes widened in disbelief, very much looking like a man who couldn’t handle much more bombshell revelations. ‘Your ex? Felicia?!’

The Black Cat was infamous around these parts, his torrid relationship with her before marrying MJ even moreso.

Pete didn’t answer with words, but not even taking another pull of his beer could hide his shit-eating grin.

No woman on the planet was more beautiful than MJ…but he supposed Felicia was a distant second. 

He had very good tastes, in his completely unbiased opinion.

‘I thought they hated each other?’

He shrugged. ‘They used to, but kinda hard to keep that flame burning when you’ve already won, I guess?’ He shrugged. ‘Felicia isn’t really a settling down kind of girl, either.’

‘Bullshit, I don’t believe it. The last time I saw those two in a room together they were ready to claw each other’s eyes out.’

Knowing how MJ and Felicia were back in the day… that probably wasn’t even an exaggeration.

Rather than try to convince his friend with words, he snatched his phone back from the barricade Luke had erected around it with his arms, laughing at his adorable attempts to snatch it back so he could keep watching. Instead, Pete pulled up another vid and hit play, sliding the phone back over with an amused, challenging grin.

This time, Luke was able to mask his violent exclamation by biting down on his immense fist.

On the screen, Felicia Hardy’s thick, toned ass rippled as she crashed against Pete’s hips, moaning wildly as she eagerly took his far-less impressive member in her greedy little pussy. Her arms were tied behind her back as he fucked her and Pete kept her upright by gripping both forearms in one hand, while the other bunched up her luscious, voluminous white hair in a ponytail. 

There was also a healthy amount of cum oozing out of her gaping, stretched rosebud.

With the audio muted, it was hard to see how much Felicia was really enjoying the rough treatment, especially when her face was buried in MJ’s womanhood. His wife leaned back against a mountain of pillows with her eyes screwed shut and gyrated her hips, pressing her lips deeper and harder against her old rival’s sinfully talented tongue. 

Luke watched the footage in shock for almost a minute before he screwed his eyes shut and slowly slid the phone back to him.

‘I shouldn’t be watching that…and you probably shouldn’t be showing me that either, Pete.’

Pete rolled his eyes at his friend’s too-noble nature. ‘Our threesome will be uploaded after yours and MJ’s next video - I don’t think Felicia will mind if you get a sneak peek.’

‘Man… it’s the people you least expect,’ Luke marvelled in wonder, taking another pull of his drink and turning his attention back to the game. ‘You guys are freaks.’

Pete laughed and clapped his buddy on the shoulder again as he, too, turned back to the game, the conversation becoming far more PG-rated. In fact, they didn’t bring up any X-rated topics until they were outside and ready to part ways.

‘So, should we expect you this weekend? Or you gonna let something silly like your conscience stop you from fucking my wife and getting the fattest paycheck you’ve ever seen?’

Luke made a good show of genuinely considering the offer, and Pete loved his friend for it, but he was sure it was all for show.

Pete knew he had him the second he showed off MJ taking that big dildo whole.

‘One condition,’ Luke muttered under his breath, and Pete was once more sure that if his skin were pale, his friend would be blushing up a storm. ‘You send me that threesome video.’

Pete laughed before making a show of emailing the file.

‘Just don’t empty yourself, big guy, or MJ’s likely to cut your balls off. She’s really looking forward to this.’

Luke shook his head in disbelief, and Pete marvelled when he realised the large crease he thought had formed in his friend’s jeans was, in fact, his massive cock hardening down his thigh.

‘Oh!’ Pete exclaimed, before they parted ways. ‘I almost forgot - bring a suit, you’re both going to a wedding!’

-

Luke only remembered one time in his life where he felt like he did in that moment.

Putting his old beater into park and stepping out into the sweltering heat, his suit bag thrown over his immense shoulder, he was hit with a palpable sense of deja vu as he made the deceptively long walk up the unassuming home’s footpath, approaching the front door while his stomach was assaulted by a swarm of butterflies.

God damn, it’s like prom all over again… I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.

Before he could question his sanity further, he recalled the healthy status of his bank account, and the look on his ex-wife’s face when he paid his share of child-support on time.

Even better, the looks on his kids' faces when he showed up with the newest Gameboy - or whatever that damn thing was called - one for each of them.

At least in that moment, in his kids’ eyes, he was a rockstar.

And all he had to do was mess with his buddy’s unbelievably sexy wife.

Feeling his face heat up, he cleared his throat and, ignoring the curious stares he could feel coming his way from nosy neighbours at him standing there like an idiot, he gently knocked on Pete and MJ’s front door.

Expecting his web-slinging buddy, he was struck dumb when MJ answered instead.

Not because she answered the door to her own damn home, but because of how stunning she looked.

Am I really going to fuck this woman?

MJ wore a dark green dress made of plush velvet that draped elegantly over her frame and fell just below the knees, its modest neckline and long sleeves lending the redhead an air of classical sophistication. The fabric hugged her figure, accentuating her curves without drawing too much attention, while subtle gathers at the waist softened its lines.

Her long, red hair was perfectly done in a side-swept style falling in elegant waves, with not a single strand out of place, drawing his eyes to her jawline and decolletage, while her face was done up with a tasteful amount of make-up.

If it weren’t for her flushed cheeks and neck, a surefire sign of the uncomfortable heat - especially in that dress - Luke would be convinced she was a figment of his imagination, too perfect to be real.

MJ looked ready to give an interview on the red carpet… or go to an actual wedding.

‘Wow! MJ, you look incredible but, err, are we actually going to a wedding? I thought -’

The gorgeous woman’s musical laughter made him feel weak at the knees and, to make matters worse, seeing her plump lips for the first time since their first encounter, he couldn’t help but remember them wrapped around his immense shaft. 

It was the first time he'd ever been with a white woman, and it felt like every time he closed his eyes, he couldn't get the image of her pink lips spread wide around his shaft, her pale fingers contrasting deliciously against his obsidian black anaconda. 

…Not that he wanted to.

It certainly didn’t help that her beautiful emerald eyes ran over his hulking physique, devouring him hungrily while she sexily chewed on the lip he'd been fantasising about. He hadn’t worn anything special, just regular workout gear, having expected to be changing real soon, but MJ apparently appreciated it all the same.

It felt weird to be so blatantly ogled by his friend’s wife.

You’ll be fucking her soon, ogling is the least of your issues…

He felt himself throbbing at the thought, the movement in his shorts immediately drawing the minx’s attention.

That only made it perk up more.

‘Thank you,’ she finally spoke, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek and bringing him inside. ‘And no, we’re not going to a real wedding, but that’s the point of acting, no? That your suit?’

‘Uh, yeah,’ Luke answered, following MJ inside and closing the door behind him. He let out a sigh of relief at feeling the cool air embrace him, jealousy surging in his gut. ‘I didn’t want to ruin it by putting it on yet, it’s hot as hell…’

No need to be jealous anymore, dumbass! I can get my own air-conditioning now!

MJ chuckled again, the look over her shoulder at him reminding Luke of an impish pixie. ‘Ironically, that would have been ideal given the scene I’ve cooked up, but that’s not a big deal.’

He felt his cock surge at the mention of a scene, but he only looked at the beautiful woman in confusion. ‘Huh?’

Her cheeks still flushed prettily, MJ stopped in her kitchen and poured them both a tall glass of iced water before answering. Aside from her brief ogling at the front door, she was acting no different with him than she usually would when they met in a social setting.

Why does that make everything so much sexier?

‘Well,’ she began, after they’d greedily emptied their glasses, ‘the setup will be pretty simple. We’re at a wedding, one in which your wife and my husband are in the bridal party. After the ceremony, our partners will go off with the bride and groom to take photos -’

‘Leaving us… alone.’

‘Right,’ MJ confirmed with a bright, sexy smile. ‘I wanted a little more setup though, and the weather today is perfect for my idea,’ she explained, and Luke found how animated and excited she was, unbelievably sexy. ‘Standing around in the sun for a couple hours, I imagine you’d be sweating like a pig, so I’d invite you back to our house to shower and freshen up.’ She smiled cheekily, and Luke felt his heart skip a beat. ‘While we wait for the bridal party to finish what they’re doing, I’ll wash your shirt and underwear -’

‘Uh-oh,’ Luke teased, his face heating up. ‘I’ve heard this one before…’

‘Right,’ MJ agreed with a giggle, her cheeks flushing deeper. ‘Hopefully we’ll sell it better than typical pornos do.’

There it was. Everything MJ had said up until that point had been relatively innocent out of context. They were acting, she was describing a scene they would be acting in. No mention of sex whatsoever.

Until she mentioned porn.

He positioned himself beside the counter and hid his growing problem. ‘Sell it? MJ, I’m no actor…’

Her smile worked to put him - not his cock, notably - at ease. ‘Don’t sell yourself short, Sweetie, you did way better than expected last time.’ She rounded the counter and put a comforting hand on his forearm. ‘The illusion is only as convincing as its weakest link, and you were far from weak.’

Suddenly feeling a little flustered, Luke cleared his throat, playing down his own performance - even if he did think he was pretty okay during his, ahem, several rewatches.

I couldn’t even recognise myself, Pete’s tech is crazy good…

‘Yeah, well, I just followed your lead and, well, you were very good…’

‘Oh?’ MJ teased, a hint of the devil in her sparkling eyes. She placed a hand on his chest, her fingers gently groping a bulging pec, and leaned up until her lips were right up against his ear - or as close as she could get anyway. ‘Did you like my performance?’ Her voice was husky, filled with desire and drove him crazy… but not as much as her next words did. ‘Did you like the feeling of my lips wrapped around your big, black, cock?’ 

Luke bit down on his fist to stifle a groan as his entire body shuddered with repressed desire.

That… was one of the sexiest things he’d ever heard in his life. As much as other brothers didn’t want to admit it, they’d all fantasised about a fine white woman whispering that to them at least once in their lives.

And he’d soon be fucking this fine white woman…

He shot the madly cackling MJ a dirty look as he tried to recover what was left of his dignity. ‘Woman, how am I supposed to fit into these slacks if you tease me like that?’

MJ looked over the counter at his noticeable bulge and bit her lip, her eyes smouldering with raw desire. ‘Mmm,’ she purred, ‘that might be a problem…’

‘Oi, oi! Save it for the camera!’ The spell was instantly broken as Pete finally joined them in the kitchen. Dressed similarly in his workout clothes and a baseball cap, their friendly, neighbourhood Spider-Man was covered in sweat, his pale skin flush with exertion and smudged all over with dirt and grime.

It looked as if he’d been gardening all morning… in this ridiculous heat.

Or setting up the scene, I guess… 

Pete looked too tired and exhausted already for more than a friendly nod and dap in greeting, before motioning to the suit bag he’d hunt on the chair. ‘Luke, get dressed, we’ve got a lot of filming to do and I wanna get it done before we lose daylight.’

Luke shot MJ a wink before saluting his friend and answering with some cheek. ‘Sir yes sir!’

Despite MJ’s teasing, he’d just about been able to stuff his semi-engorged member into his slacks and dress in his suit. He didn’t really own a tux, but he still had the fitted, charcoal suit he’d bought a few years back for his cousin's wedding, combining it with a white shirt, burgundy tie and brown dress shoes. He admired himself in the mirror and hummed in approval.

One didn’t find suits his size off a rack, he’d had to get this one tailored, and it still fit him like a glove, the perfect v-shape of his torso and slim waist perfectly highlighted and, while the slacks were perfectly fitted, the, ahem, crotch area left him enough free space to be comfortable.

A juvenile part of him hoped this suit would elicit a similar reaction in her that MJ’s outfit had in him. Donning a pair of aviator sunglasses, he stepped outside and all thoughts of teasing the stunning redhead quickly left his mind.

He’d often hung out with the Parker’s in their backyard, particularly for the Super Bowl where they’d bring out a TV, fire up the barbeque and watch the game with friends. It wasn’t a huge space - not in this part of Queens - but it had always been well furnished with outdoor furniture and whatever other clutter had accumulated over the decades, the trees his uncle had planted years ago having long since grown to give the space an intimate, private feeling.

Now, as he looked around the backyard, it was completely empty, spotless. Every bit of furniture, all the clutter, heck, even the clothesline, it was all gone. All that was left was green grass and the thick trees that lined the fences - and Pete’s filming equipment, of course.

‘What -?’

‘Don’t question it,’ MJ interrupted his train of thought, approaching him from the side as he looked on in confusion. Looking down, Luke felt his face heat up when he noticed MJ eyeing him appreciatively, her hand gently pressed just above his ass. ‘Pete’s got some fancy AI tech that’ll make this look like a wedding in Central Park in post, just do as we say and you’ll be fine.’ She gave him another appreciative once over, this time while nibbling on her bottom lip, before looking up at him and smiling. ‘You clean up really, really well by the way. That tailored?’

Thanking his ancestors for his dark skin, and saving him from the humiliation of blushing like a child under MJ’s smouldering scrutiny, he nodded. ‘Kinda hard for me to buy suits off the rack.’

‘Mm, I can imagine,’ she muttered under her breath, her eyes, almost subconsciously, trailing down to his groin.

Pete approached them, looking frazzled, a spray bottle of water in hand. ‘You guys ready?’

‘You haven’t given me any lines…’ Luke pointed out, eyeing Pete in confusion.

‘And we won’t,’ MJ jumped in with a kind smile, her hand still just above his ass and rubbing gentle circles. It was…distracting. ‘You’re not a trained actor, so reading prepared lines will just come off as unnatural. Just follow my lead in the conversation, there’s no wrong answer. If we want something different, we’ll tell you.’

Luke nodded slowly in understanding, he remembered from last time. ‘What’s with the spray bottle?’

Pete shook it and grinned. ‘A mixture of glycerine and water, an acting trick MJ taught me. It’s great at emulating sweat on the skin, and while the real thing would be better, there’s no reason for all of us to be miserable.’

Luke watched as Pete sprayed the mixture over MJ’s exposed skin, her face, and her hair. In no time at all, the gorgeous woman looked like she’d been out here with Pete all along - still beautiful, but now hot, especially in her dress.

When Pete turned the bottle on him, he continued talking. ‘Though it’s hot enough out here that I imagine the fake sweat will be overwhelmed by the real sweat, so at least there’s that. Just try and put up with it for now, we’ll be inside for the, ahem, rest of the shoot.’

Feeling his face heat up once more as MJ giggled prettily, Luke coughed into his hand and raised his eyebrows. ‘And sweating’s good because…?’

This time, MJ reached up to squeeze his bicep to get his attention as Pete started to spray his pristine white shirt, soaking it with fake sweat. ‘Remember what we’re here for Sweetie, we need to get you out of that sexy suit somehow.’

He once more thanked his ancestor’s for his dark skin as Pete and MJ shared a naughty, conspiratorial grin.

I can’t believe this is my life now…

‘Aaand, action!’

-

The initial section of filming had been handled with relatively little effort. He had several angles of both MJ and Luke staring at a mark he’d placed on one of the trees - where Pete would later add the ceremony in post - while they spoke and joked with each other quietly, like old friends.

It was all so innocent, so normal. The scene could have been lifted straight from Gilmore Girls, or any other typical Hallmark TV show, and Luke had performed spectacularly under MJ’s gentle guidance, his performance convincing and natural.

This normalcy made what would eventually come infinitely hotter, in his opinion.

And the opinion of the people buying MJ’s PPVs, apparently.

The contrast between normalcy and the depraved drove Pete wild, almost as much as seeing Luke’s dark skin against his wife’s pale. It fascinated him, and drove him crazy with lust.

With the heat clocking just over a hundred degrees, poor MJ and Luke were sweating buckets in no time - he felt particularly sorry for his wife in her dress.

Eh, I’m sure she’ll get over it pretty soon…

Pete had just got done with filming the final scene at the ceremony, with MJ inviting Michael back to their place to wash up. His wife's character offered to wash Luke’s clothes while they relaxed in their cooled home before they’d need to head on over to the reception, after the bridal party - including MJ’s husband, him, Jake - finished with taking photos.

Pete would need to do some extra filming of himself with the bridal party he’d create with his software. MJ’s fans knew who he was by appearance, at least, and they’d certainly get a kick out of seeing him in a video where he would be cucked.

While they were mostly in this for the money - and it still boggled his mind how much they were raking in - Pete was just as excited to watch his beautiful wife fuck Luke’s massive cock, to see how much of the ridiculous shaft she could actually take and to hear her cries of pleasure as she did so.

He couldn’t say why the thought turned him on so much, and he didn’t really care enough to even do some healthy introspection - all he could think about was getting this part of the filming out of the way so they could get to the good part.

Maybe her fans are right…? Maybe I am a cuck…

Now that the filming had migrated back into their cool home, MJ had ‘changed out’ of her dress and hung it up so she could air it out and take a shower to clean off the sweat while Luke, or Michael, waited for her on their living room sofa.

Unfortunately, this scene would have to take place in the same place as the last video - at least the beginning of it. He could do some more editing magic to disguise that fact, but it's not like their home was large enough to offer different sets.

All the more reason to upsize and get that place in Forest Hills…

With Pete filming, MJ rejoined Michael in the living room wearing a simple pair of sweatpants and one of Pete’s baggy tees - her make-up and hair still mostly untouched and ready for the ‘reception’ later. Pete knew she also wore a sensible pair of cotton bra and panties beneath.

The outfit had been deliberately chosen to be non-provocative, it sold the illusion that MJ wasn’t a pornstar, she was an - admittedly, unrealistically beautiful - housewife.

Because that was their niche. The less MJ resembled and acted like your typical pornstar, the hotter it would be to watch her descent into depravity, to watch her cheat on her husband. 

Again, it was all about highlighting contrasts, not just the superficial kind.

Luke - Michael - was sitting on the couch and fiddling with his phone when MJ walked in, his jacket thrown over the back of a nearby, single-seater armchair, his tie loosened and the top few buttons of his shirt undone.

As MJ made her silent entrance, she clicked her tongue and collected Luke’s jacket to hang it on a nearby chair before turning to her large co-star with a disapproving frown on her face.

‘Take that shirt off, Sweetie, I’ll wash it for you. In this heat, it’ll be dry before we need to head back.’

‘Aw, you don’t need to do that, MJ.’ His words said one thing, but the large man didn’t resist as MJ rolled her eyes and pulled him up off the couch.

‘Uh, yeah I do,’ MJ teased with a grin, ‘I rather you not sweat all over my couch, and feel this? It’s like you jumped in a pool, Jesus…’

‘Oh, sorry, I sweat a lot. I’ll just keep my jacket on, no one will see…’

Pete gave Luke an encouraging thumbs up from his position behind the camera. This was their third take of this scene, his first few attempts he’d been a bit wooden and tongue-tied. With some gentle coaching from MJ though, he was doing great.

‘Ugh, men, stop being a baby,’ she admonished, ignoring the larger man’s sigh and eyeroll as MJ first untucked, then started unbuttoning his shit. MJ’s pause and subtle widening of her eyes when his broad chest and bulging pecs came into view, followed by his chiselled, equally bulging abs, was perfection, as was her lingering, distracted stare. Her ogling wasn’t overt, but the way MJ’s gaze delayed meeting with Luke’s when she started to speak, as if her brain was lagging,  baited the hook brilliantly.

MJ had conveyed all this with minimal effort and no words. The scene had shifted the tone of the video from Gilmore Girls to something darker, naughtier with just a few subtle shifts of expression.

You were wasted as a back-up on Broadway, my love…

The look in her eyes as Luke stood before her shirtless, his enviable chest bare, was subtle, naughty and, when one looked a little deeper, undeniably horny.

With his shirt in hand, MJ got a hold of herself with a barely noticeable shake of the head and pointed to the stairs, her red-painted lips pressed in a thin line. ‘Go take a shower in my bedroom - leave your underwear outside, I’ll wash them too.’

‘You don’t have to -’

‘Go!’ Though her words were exasperated, the fond smile with which she said them spoke of familiarity and a long-lasting friendship - she didn’t need to act too hard with that one.

‘Alright, alright woman, damn!’

-

‘This is weird.’

‘Get over it,’ Pete replied dispassionately, ‘You’ll be fucking my wife soon enough, this is nothing.’

Luke grunted, and Pete smirked as his massive cock, a ridiculous, obsidian obsidian pillar of flesh covered in thick veins, surged at the reminder, hanging most of the way down his tree-trunk like thigh.

The reason for Luke’s reticence was that Pete was currently filming him showering. That wouldn’t have been so bad - they’d showered together in the gym locker room, after all - but Pete was also giving Luke direction, from positioning him in a way to better show off his enviable endowment, to telling his friend how to hold it and stroke it for the camera.

He didn’t need all that much footage, so after an incredibly awkward ten minutes, Pete directed Luke to finish up.

MJ wasn’t with them for this - with few lines, her presence wasn’t strictly necessary, and she wanted her reaction to seeing Luke’s cock after craving it for so long to be shot on camera.

After drying off with a towel, Pete filmed Luke looking for something to wear in their closet, picking out Pete’s baggiest clothes and holding them against his body, just to highlight how they were still too small.

Contrast, contrast, contrast.

Pete had Luke looking through their drawers and, like how MJ wanted to be surprised by seeing Luke’s huge cock once more, Pete wanted Luke to be surprised by seeing his wife’s collection.

When he opened the third drawer, Pete almost cheered at the genuine look of shock on his friend’s face at what he found. Pete angled the camera so the viewers would see too. In the drawer for all to see, half a dozen realistic, silicone dildos - starting from Pete’s own size and with the largest being still smaller than Luke at his best - sat innocently and lined up in a row from smallest to largest.

For some reason, his cock surged when he once more noticed the smallest was still larger than him.

Luke stood bent over - his cock swaying freely and, even half hard, halfway down his powerful thigh - frozen in shock. Pete doubted they’d have been able to coax such a genuine, perfect reaction out of him had they tried to direct it, ergo the misdirection.

It worked brilliantly.

Before Luke could ruin the moment by turning to him and gaping in shock, Pete held out his hand over his shoulder and started to violently shake it. Luke had been filming with them for long enough to know what that meant and, seeing his hand gesticulating wildly in his periphery, Luke turned to look at it, to look in MJ’s perceived direction beyond the bedroom door he gazed toward, before turning back to the drawer in awe.

Pete wanted to kiss his brilliant friend for what he did next, unbidden.

You brilliant bastard!

Gently reaching into the drawer, Luke pulled out the biggest dildo and held it against his own cock. Luke wasn’t fully hard - Pete had seen what that looked like, and though he wouldn’t grow in length much more, he’d certainly grow thicker. The dildo was incredibly lifelike, ten-inches long and even girthier than Pete - who wasn’t a slouch in that department himself.

Having said that, as Luke held it against his own cock, there was only one winner…

‘Gad dayam, who knew MJ was so freaky…’

His whispered words were drowned out when they heard MJ’s footsteps approaching the bedroom door.

‘Everything alright in there?’

Her voice was muffled and unclear, Pete would fix it in post.

Pete once more wanted to cheer at Luke’s perfect, natural reaction. His wife’s voice had caused him to start in surprise and nearly drop the big dildo, fumbling with it several times before cramming it back into the drawer.

‘A-all good! Be out in a minute!’

After they’d gotten all the footage they’d need, Pete held out a dry towel to Luke, who stared at him in disbelief.

‘You can’t be serious…’

‘Dude, nobody has clothes your size in their homes, the towel it is.’

Wrapping the towel around his narrow - comparatively - waist, Pete giggled as his friend shot him a dirty glare.

It looked like his friend was wearing a white skirt, the fluffy material not even reaching his knees when wrapped around his waist.

Grinning, Luke waggled his eyebrows. ‘Think MJ will like the outfit we picked out?’

Pete grinned back and they bumped fists. ‘Let’s go find out.’

-

The look on MJ’s face when Luke descended the stairs was priceless. Pete was set up back in the living room and captured the whole thing, both his wife’s face and Luke’s hulking, glistening frame trundling down the stairs.

‘Why are you…?’

Luke only shrugged. ‘None of Jake’s clothes fit…’

It was a bit ridiculous that MJ insisted on giving him a stage name. She didn’t opt for one of her own - saying it would just sound corny and she wasn’t ashamed to put her name on her work - but his wife put her foot down on attaching his name to their new business too.

Maybe ten years ago, them being doxxed might have been a real issue. Trolls will be trolls, and all that. These days, sophisticated privacy and data protection AIs made that a borderline non-issue for anyone that wasn't a nation state. 

Whatever, happy wife, happy life.

‘Oh,’ MJ replied faintly, the rosy tint to her cheeks genuine - I think. She's too damn convincing… - ‘I…I should have, that’s pretty obvious in retrospect.’

Though she continued to speak faintly, her eyes were firmly locked on the hem of the towel wrapped around Luke’s waist.

Or rather, the obscenely thick head of his cock that was peeking out…

‘Um… Michael? You're, err, you’re peeking out a bit there…’

It was an unintentional wardrobe malfunction, but a perfect one to put MJ’s character on the path of cheating, noticeably spiking her curiosity, desire and arousal.

Looking down, Luke started in shock and cursed, pulling his cock back up and tucking it into the folds of the towel. ‘Damn, sorry MJ, I didn’t mean it -!’

‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she waved Luke off with a forced laugh, her cheeks a deeper red. ‘It was an accident.’

It was incredibly hot that MJ was speaking to Luke’s groin, watching as their friend adjusted himself beneath the towel while nibbling on her bottom lip.

‘Nothing I haven’t seen before,’ she desperately joked, finally managing to tear her eyes away from the shocking sight as she let her obviously untrue statement hang uncomfortably in the air. ‘Er, I’m sure we have some bigger towels…’

‘Don’t stress,’ Luke waved her off, dropping onto the other end of the three seater couch with a relieved sigh and throwing a long, thick arm over the back. ‘In this heat, my clothes should dry pretty soon, right?’

‘Right…’ she agreed, as the room descended into an awkward silence once more with MJ trying, and failing, to tear her gaze away from Luke’s nearly naked form. Her gaze kept returning to his lap, and even Pete felt himself harden as she nibbled on her bottom lip, wondering what was beneath the towel.

He kept filming in the stifling silence for several more minutes, trying to get as much footage as possible, before they moved on. The sexual tension was almost suffocating, and Pete hoped it transferred through the camera well.

If not, I'll make sure it does. 

Also, the longer MJ stared at Luke, the more noticeable the bulge in the towel became…

After some more filming and idle chit-chat between the two, MJ left to fetch them both some tall glasses of iced water. Handing Luke his, she retook her seat on the other end of the couch as the two greedily drank their fill. ‘How’s the AC?’ she asked, making herself comfortable, turning towards her co-star and resting her elbow on the back of the couch. ‘Not too, um, cold?’

Luke rumbled out a deep chuckle. ‘You could set it to Antarctica for all I care - I hate the heat.’

‘Maybe it won’t be so bad if you just wore the towel instead of your suit for the rest of the evening,’ she replied, a sexy, teasing smile on her lips.

‘Ugh,’ Luke cringed, remembering the suit he would need to put back on. ‘Don’t tempt me.’

Pete was pleasantly surprised with how much better Luke’s acting had become, especially in these moments where he and MJ would exchange witty back and forth.

Had this been the first time they’d filmed, heck, had this been earlier in the day, MJ would have already halted and pulled back the scene to give Luke some corrections and direction - she hadn’t done so once since.

Luke was growing more comfortable in his role, and it was translating to the screen very well. The chemistry between both he and MJ would sell the video as much as watching that massive dick spearing his wife would.

Well, probably not, but it definitely helps…

MJ’s phone was on the side-table behind the couch and Pete messaged it, as directed.

‘News?’ Luke asked, his eyebrow raised and his glass of water in hand.

‘Mm,’ MJ confirmed. ‘It’s Jake, we’ve still got a few hours yet, apparently - plenty of time for your clothes to dry.’

Despite everything looking perfect to both him and Luke’s eyes, MJ still had them reshoot several of the scenes - ever the perfectionist.

‘What’s wrong?’

Luke had been instructed by MJ to look uncomfortable and apologetic for this next scene - given it wasn’t a natural reaction, it had taken a few tries to get it right.

‘Hm?’

‘You look like a kid who got their hands caught in the cookie jar.’ Her teasing words were paired with a beautiful, understanding smile. ‘You still worried about your dick-slip?’ She giggled at her made-up phrase. ‘Relax, it was an accident - you’re actually covering just as much as you normally do whenever I’ve seen you in a swimsuit…’

Luke only winced, not joining in her laughter. ‘It’s…not that. When I was looking for something to wear, I, um, I found your, err, toys. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.’

This line was the one that took the most reshoots to get right, but it still only took five. 

‘Oh…’

‘Honestly, my suit should be dry enough by now in this heat - maybe I should just go…’

Whether his wife was that incredible an actor, or she was genuinely embarrassed to have her very real toys seen by her real-life friend, she blushed on command, looking adorably flustered.

‘Um, wow, that’s… incredibly embarrassing…’

Luke made to stand and make good on his words, but MJ scooched closer and grabbed him by the wrist, stopping him in his tracks as she downed the rest of her glass of water in one gulp. Her eyes peered up at the large man over the rim of her glass and her pale cheeks grew steadily redder as the implications of his words settled in.

Noticing how red her face was getting, Luke looked genuinely uncomfortable and scratched the back of his bald head. ‘Look, MJ, it’s not that big a deal…’

His wife didn’t respond, but she drew closer still. While MJ did her best impression of a tomato, her breathing grew heavier, her eyes heavily-lidded.

‘So, um, what did you, ahem, what did you think?’ She asked, looking adorably embarrassed and unmistakably curious. ‘About what you saw…’

Pete was about to call cut, they hadn’t discussed where the scene would go from here, but Luke just soldiered on, going with the flow, so he silently kept filming.

Their chemistry is incredible!

‘What did I think? That you’re a freak, obviously.’ He was the one teasing now, a deep chuckle escaping his lips. ‘We’ve known you since college, I had no idea you had it in you…’

His words had a noticeable effect on his wife, whose breathing grew heavier and cheeks redder. A tiny smile graced her beautiful, embarrassed features, and she tucked a strand of red hair behind an ear. ‘You might be right.’

‘Does Jake know?’

MJ let out an incredulous laugh.

‘Does he know? Who do you think bought me those ridiculous things?’

No acting required…

They both shared a laugh at that before MJ’s gaze drifted down to Luke’s lap, the bulge having grown noticeably since he’d first come down the stairs.

MJ did an incredible job of looking like she was warring with herself, her gaze flitting between Luke’s eyes and the anaconda hidden beneath the towel, only a flimsy bit of cloth stopping it from being free.

Coming to a decision, she bit her lip once more before whispering out her next words with a look on her face that screamed she couldn’t believe she was saying them.

‘I’m… I’m so embarrassed. I think it’s only fair I’m not the only one…’

Luke’s eyes widened in shock at her bold words and Pete finally called cut. The second he did, MJ’s expression instantly morphed and she clapped her hands in giddy excitement. ‘Oh Sweetie, that was amazing!’

She followed up her words by throwing herself at her co-star and wrapping him up in a completely innocent hug, one that was made decidedly less innocent not by her action, but by Luke’s near nakedness.

‘She’s not wrong,’ Pete agreed, his cock throbbing with perverse glee as he watched his wife pulling away from his nearly naked friend. ‘You’re a natural, man.’

This time, it was Luke’s turn to be embarrassed. ‘You guys are putting it on a bit thick… I’m just talkin.’

‘You’re talking naturally. Honey, I hate to break it to you, but what do you think acting is?’ 

Pete left them in the living room to get both actors another glass of water. He didn’t refill the ones they already had for continuity reasons, but he knew between all the talking, acting and sexual tension, both MJ and Luke would have a serious case of the cotton-wool mouth at the moment.

Both accepted the glasses of iced water gratefully and greedily emptied the glasses before they all discussed what would come next. Pete was happy to see Luke was a lot less awkward when joining in on the discussions, despite their erotic nature, and he hoped that meant he wouldn’t need to twist his arm for future videos.

These two together are a licence to print money right now… Maybe Felicia will be too.

Pete often wondered how far MJ would be willing to push that particular boat out. He wasn’t lying when he said his ex wasn’t one to want to settle down and get married, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t catch feelings if they kept inviting her over…

A particularly naughty thought came unbidden to his mind.

I’ve always wanted a pet cat…

It took a bit of finagling to get the nuances of the next scene down, especially since both actors knew very well what would be happening all-too soon. To their credit, they’d stopped blushing and stammering like children and instead treated each other like the friends they were.

As much as Pete tried to roll his eyes at how much both Luke and MJ were tip-toeing around each other, he couldn’t deny how excited he was.

It’s finally happening…

With the camera once more rolling, the duo got back in character, with Luke sitting ramrod straight.

‘W-what?’

Biting her lip, MJ shuffled even closer, her pale hand resting on Luke’s towel-covered, tree-trunk-like thigh while her demeanour oozed embarrassment and naughtiness. ‘You really shouldn’t have gone through my things like that… it’s incredibly embarrassing…’

‘What - I didn’t mean - it was an accident!’

MJ wasn’t buying what he was selling, however. With her green eyes locked with his dark, she gently, without resistance from Luke, pulled away his towel.

Pete would say you could hear a pin drop, but that would be a lie. Both MJ and Luke were breathing pretty heavily, their excitement palpable.

No acting there…

Finally tearing her eyes away from her co-star’s, MJ trailed her gaze down Luke’s rippling physique, over his pecs, down his chiselled abs, and finally, with an excited hitch in her breath, to the shocking slab of meat resting over his massive balls and dangling off the edge of the couch. Despite his excitement, Luke wasn’t even completely hard - something Pete suspected MJ might take care of shortly.

‘Jesus Christ,’ she muttered in awe, her shocked gaze locked, once more, on the freakishly big dick. 

‘This ain’t right MJ,’ Luke warned, though he made no move to cover himself. ‘I don’t think this’ll pass the husband or wife test…’

The husband and wife test was a concept introduced by Luke - from personal experience - as one they could use to help sell the scene. Needing Luke to display faux reticence in a situation as crazy as this was a tall order, one MJ would have to guide him through, using the refrain of the loyal husband and wife not wanting to do anything that would displease their absentee partners.

Much.

Of course, MJ had no issues selling said emotions. ‘It’s just looking,’ she whispered in awe, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself, even more than the huge, naked man beside her. ‘It’s not cheating if it’s just looking…’

MJ’s innocent, wide-eyed gaze flicked back up to Luke’s smouldering orbs before shooting back down to his rapidly hardening member. Pete almost ruined the scene by groaning, but his wife was just too sexy, her little movements, her looks, the way she bit her lip, the way her hand kept reaching out as if to grasp Luke’s member, only to dart back as if she had been burnt…

It was masterful, even more, it was so incredibly hot.

I’m struggling not to ruin the scene here…

With her words, she’d said it’s not cheating if it’s just looking, but her eyes… her eyes, even more than her body language, let him and the viewers know that she was barely containing herself.

Looking, very soon, would not suffice.

The delicious torment on his wife’s features had his cock tenting his shorts, so hard that it hurt.

Instead of reaching for her prize, MJ ran her pale fingers along the v-groove of his groin, coming perilously close, but never quite reaching her prize.

None of this mattered to Luke, who was breathing so heavily Pete wondered if he’d take off. MJ was having a very obvious effect on him, and they all watched in silence as his already obscene cock hardened to ludicrous levels, throbbing and pulsing in time with the beat of his heart. It rose high in his lap, over a foot long and as thick as a beer can, before gravity took over and brought it back down to thwack against his abs.

Unbidden, an image of a felled tree he’d once come across blocking the the interstate came to Pete’s mind, and it took all his power not to snort in amusement.

MJ’s breath had hitched in excitement when Luke’s cock landed with a loud thwack back down against his abs, and the two shared an almost delirious, hushed giggle. Still not touching him, his wife traced a line around Luke’s ‘felled’ cock, as if it were a dead body at a crime scene. Luke’s breath would hitch every time she came to his equally big balls, but MJ’s fingers would just skip over them every time she passed.

She was a good, loyal wife, after all…

MJ eventually stopped her little game with an adorable giggle, her gaze flicking up before turning back down in embarrassment, her fingers playing around on his rock-hard, chiselled abs once more.

It took Pete a second to realise that she was measuring Luke with her fingers, for the benefit of both herself, and the audience. Walking along the entire length of his shaft in one-inch steps using her index and middle fingers, her ring finger remained outstretched and proudly showing off her holy symbols of matrimony.

The impromptu journey had lasted fourteen ‘steps’… 

Definitely turning that into a gif and posting it on her socials...

Finished measuring, MJ once more looked up at Luke with wide, innocent eyes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. ‘Wow…you’re bigger than my biggest, um, toy.’

Luke remained stoic, but slowly nodded, refusing to tear his gaze away from the gorgeous white woman that was teasing him. ‘Yeah… I noticed.’

MJ let out a quiet whimper, but otherwise let the silence speak volumes, the sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

This felt like a good time where Pete would normally call cut and they’d discuss what they could have improved, but the chemistry between both Luke and MJ was too hot, the scene rolling along so naturally and so well, that he just kept filming.

‘You know…’ MJ began, her voice an octave lower than normal and a little husky, ‘I only just managed to take all of Big Ben this week. It was… quite the ordeal.’

Luke couldn’t have hid the humour in his tone even if he tried. ‘You called your biggest dildo Big Ben?’

The spell was broken and MJ had to bite her lip once more to stifle a giggle, her eyes never leaving Luke’s jaw-dropping slab of meat. ‘It…seemed appropriate.’ She tore her gaze away from the cock her fingers were still dancing around and favoured Luke with an impish grin, ‘maybe, if you’d been around to offer some inspiration…’

Luke ignored her teasing words, instead focusing on the one aspect of MJ’s bold claim that interested both Luke and Michael.

‘And you… managed it?’ He sold his disbelief incredibly well, in Pete’s opinion. MJ’s too, apparently, since she didn’t stop to pull the scene back.

‘Mhmm…’

Luke audibly swallowed, and Pete imagined the man’s mouth must feel like the Sahara desert. ‘How’d it feel?’

‘So good,’ she whispered, before grinning bashfully and amending her claim. ‘Eventually. It stretched me so much… I’d never felt so full…’

Luke snorted, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief even though his face gave nothing away. ‘I’ve heard that one before…’

Oh that’s freaking GOLD!

MJ didn’t even blink at the admittedly brilliant bit of improv, ever the consummate professional. Letting out a sultry giggle, she favoured Luke with a smouldering stare, her smile almost splitting her face in two. ‘I bet you have.’

MJ finally completely closed the distance between the two, scooching so close that her body looked moulded to his side. She was basically in Luke’s lap while she teased his massive, throbbing cock and ogled him unabashedly.

‘This is starting to feel a little one-sided.’

They hadn’t really discussed lines beyond this point, or MJ’s ideas for where the scene should go, but either this was close enough to what his wife had planned, or she preferred it, either way, MJ rolled with it.

When MJ spoke, it was as if she was in a trance. She’d been nibbling on her lip ever since Luke’s last line, clearly deep in thought, but after a very obvious internal battle with her conscience, she replied. ‘It really isn’t fair that you’re the only one naked here…’

Clearly, MJ’s libido won out over her conscience, because she reluctantly shuffled away from Luke before grabbing the hem of her tee in a crossed grip. Her eyes screwed shut and before she could ‘chicken out’, MJ ripped the tee over her head and flung it over her shoulder.

While doing so, the hem caught the undersides of her heavy breasts, the rapid motion not only causing her breasts to bounce enticingly in her cotton bra, but caused one of them to pop out of its tight confines, the fortunate wardrobe malfunction putting her pale, pink nipple right in Luke’s eyeline.

The lucky SOB in question grunted in approval, his eyes greedily devouring the exposed bit of titflesh as he licked his dry lips.

MJ blushed prettily at the scrutiny, her arms crossed beneath her breasts to prop them up further, but making no move to tuck herself back in. ‘You’ve seen more of me when Andie and I got our boobs out at the Lake last Fourth of July…’

Luke, Michael, didn’t even bother looking away when he answered, at this point talking directly to MJ’s tits.

‘Hell yeah, and Andie didn’t even trip when I looked.’

‘Why would she?’ MJ countered, the dialogue between the two of them filled with borderline absurd self-justifications, the kind incredibly horny people made just before they did something…regrettable. ‘Jake was looking at your wife’s boobs just as much - remember her ass in that thong? My God…’

Aww, poor Jake and Andie…

Luke huffed out a snort as he recalled the event in question. ‘Jake couldn’t stop staring at my girl’s ass…’

‘Right?’ MJ teased with an impish grin. ‘What’s a bit of nakedness between friends? That’s totally fine, easily passes the, what’d you call it? The wife test.’

‘Mmm,’ Luke hummed in approval. ‘I say so.’

‘Good,’ MJ purred. ‘I’m glad you agree.’ 

Before Luke could get another word in, MJ jumped to her feet and quickly pulled off her cotton bra. Without its meagre support, her heavy breasts hung low on her chest, swaying enticingly right in front of Luke, like chum before a ravenous shark. To look even more enticing, MJ bent forward at the waist, her boobs jiggling with her movements - completely at gravity’s mercy, they hung in a perfect teardrop shape, her nipples so close to Luke’s face all he had to do was lean forward to suckle.

That wouldn’t have passed the supposed spouse test these two were going on about now though.

Pete was in the dark as much as Luke on how the rest of this scene would play out, but he figured the limits of this test were about to be strained beyond breaking soon enough.

Biting her lip, MJ spun on her heel and showed Luke her back. Wearing only a pair of comfy sweatpants and the cotton panties beneath, there was very little to keep his wife modest. ‘From memory, Andie wasn’t the only one wearing a thong that day - mine barely covered my ass. Do you remember?

Luke, who’d been mesmerised by MJ’s swaying tits, had to shake himself out of his stupor the moment they were cruelly torn away from him, looking up at MJ in confusion. Rather than call cut and shoot the scene over, both MJ and Pete kept it going - what more natural reaction could they ask for from a man treading dangerous, adulterous waters than being tongue-tied and brain-addled when confronted with his best friend’s sexy, naked wife?

Clarity returned to the man’s eyes and he snorted in amusement. ‘Thong? More like dental floss?’

MJ’s smile showed off all her pearly whites before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her sweats. Rather than draw it out, she pushed them off her wide hips with a quick shove, allowing the baggy clothing to pool at her ankles and show off her modest, cotton panties.

‘You’re right - that thong covered much less than these do. If Andie didn’t complain then, why would she have an issue with this?’

Luke nodded slowly, looking directly into MJ’s plump, cotton-covered rear with hunger. ‘I don’t see why she should.’

‘Right?!’

Spinning back around so that she was facing him, MJ hooked her thumbs into the straps of her panties and started to pull them down, bending forwards so that she was shoving her tits in his face again as she did so. Luke sucked in an excited breath when the tits in question came inches away from brushing his cock, but then sighed when MJ pulled back like a little tease, giggling like a child, her fully naked body completely on display.

He was at a loss of where to focus - everything about MJ was beautiful. Her hair, her eyes, her smile, her pale, flawless skin, her heavy, hanging breasts, her bald, glistening pussy, her soft thighs, her plump ass…

Luke didn’t know where to look, but his cock throbbed with need all the same, its purplish head glistening with his leaking excitement.

He didn’t want to, he really didn’t, but realising this might be the last time he got fluids in both MJ and Luke before the action really started, he reluctantly called cut, his own shorts tenting as the excitement of having his gorgeous wife naked beside his massive friend started to take its toll.

It certainly didn’t help that she kept staring at Luke’s huge cock with a hunger that drove him wild.

‘Whew!’ MJ exclaimed lightly, fanning herself. ‘Is it hot in here, or just me?’

He left them both to it as MJ started to praise Luke for his rapid improvement. Pete thought, under normal circumstances, she might have called for them to do some reshoots of some of the lines, but her perfectionist nature seemed to be warring with her libido.

Pete’s cock surged when he realised the truth of this. She wanted to fuck Luke and she wanted to do it now - as if the glistening trail of excitement running down the insides of her thighs wasn’t proof enough.

Seeing how quickly both devoured their tall glasses of water, Pete got them refills as MJ praised his improv work - even seasoned actors struggled with this.

Handing Luke his glass, Pete grinned and darted his hand back when MJ reached for her own. Crossing her arms under her heavy tits and pouting at him, Pete teasingly held the glass just out of reach before bending down to capture her lips in a soft, passionate kiss.

She was taken aback by the sudden show of affection, but she didn’t reject it, throwing her arms around his neck and deepening the passionate embrace, moaning into his mouth.

That moan quickly turned into a squeal when Pete brought her ice-cold glass over and held it against one of her big, pink nipples. She tried to yelp and push him away, but MJ had no chance of overpowering him. He swallowed her protests and delicious squeals until she finally calmed down, melting into the kiss and allowing him to ice her other nipple.

When he finally pulled back with a satisfied grin and panting heavily, MJ’s cheeks were not only flushed crimson, but her big nipples stood out like pebbles.

‘Mm, that’s better.’

‘Agreed.’

The praise from both men had MJ looking down at her chest before rolling her eyes and sighing. When she looked back up, she grinned when she noticed how hard Luke was staring at her tits, his massive hand idly gliding up and down his colossal shaft as he did so.

‘I guess you don’t need a fluffer,’ she teased, as she started to pinch and pull at her erect nipples to add to the visual stimulation. ‘Don’t worry, Sweetie, you’ll have at them soon enough. This video we’re gonna lean heavily into the cheating aspect - I love the spouse test idea. We’ll keep pushing the boundaries until we fail…’

Luke didn’t immediately answer, his eyes hungrily devouring her naked form. When next he did speak though, it wasn’t what she was expecting.

‘Is that really its name?’

‘Huh?’

The confusion was plain as day on her face, and Luke hurried to clarify.

‘The dildo - did you really call it Big Ben?’

‘Of course not,’ MJ denied with a laughing scoff. ‘Aside from the obvious weirdness around calling it that name given, well, you know…’ At that, she motioned to Pete who could only snort in amusement as he fiddled with his camera’s settings. ‘No, I call it Mini-Luke, obviously. I got it to practise for your big, black, cock, after all…’

Like let out a long, torturous groan, his big fist strangling his oversized cock as it throbbed with desire while MJ clapped and cackled with glee, her delicious breasts jiggling with her movements. Pete got them both another drink before they settled down to continue filming.

This time, this is definitely it…

‘I… don’t think this passes the spouse test…’

MJ, who’d plastered her naked body against Luke’s side, had her fingers once more dancing around Luke’s huge cock, her soft, heavy tits now bared and pressed against his bulging bicep. His wife didn’t even look up from her desired prize when she responded.

‘We’re just cuddling, nothing we haven’t done countless times before around a campfire.’ She continued, a faint smile on her lips that left no doubt in anyone’s mind that she knew what she said was complete bullshit. ‘Nothing wrong with cuddling between friends.’ 

‘Naked?’

‘It’s so…uncomfortably hot…’

‘It really is.’

A tense silence descended between the two of them once more, and neither was quick to fill the void.

‘Say…what happens if you get hard while wearing those slacks?’

Luke huffed out an amused snort. ‘I try not to.’

‘Lord…it’s so big, I can’t believe it.’ Her eyes flashed up to Luke before her blush darkened and she stared back down at his cock.

‘Just some compliments between friends?” Luke’s teasing earned a soft smile from his blushing wife.

‘Exactly!’ MJ hurriedly agreed, ‘nothing wrong with that at all!’

They were both breathing heavily at this point, attempting to calm their no-doubt raging heartbeats. MJ, while still running her fingers along Luke’s abs and trying to avoid the colossal shaft that bisected them, was biting her lip as her character continued to war with herself.

She started to press down harder on his abs, applying a pleasing amount of pressure. ‘Nothing wrong with a massage between friends either, right?’

‘I ain’t complaining.’

‘In fact,’ she continued, and Pete suspected he was about to hear one of the worst self-justifications ever, the kind cheaters liked to make to explain away their nonsensical behaviour, ‘I’d be a terrible friend if I saw you were in discomfort and did nothing to relieve you.’

Luke, this time, didn’t answer, but instead stared intently at the pale hand circling his pillar of obsidian flesh like a hawk. When MJ just went for it and tried to grip the base of his colossal shaft, her fingers unable to wrap around its obscene girth, the man flung his head back and groaned, his hips shooting up from the couch.

‘This ain’t passing no husband test,’ he hissed through clenched teeth, but made no move to bat MJ’s curious hand away.

‘What? Of course it is!’ MJ replied indignantly, her hand now slowly gliding up and down his powerful, glistening shaft. Of course, she’d chosen to do so with the hand that housed her wedding and engagement rings, her pale flesh already sticking out due to the contrasting skin tones. ‘Andie won’t mind. There’s no way you’ll be able to put your slacks back on with this monster as hard as he is. I’m just being a good friend and helping you out.’

‘Just a friend, h-helping a friend out?’ Luke reiterated, his hips constantly lifting off the couch as he thrust into MJ’s small, pale hand.

‘Exactly,’ MJ purred, her voice low and husky with excitement as she picked up the pace of her stroking. Pete made sure to get several shots of her wedding ring, with Luke’s massive cock dominating each frame.

With a look of awe firmly plastered on her features, MJ shifted her grip from Luke’s oversized cock to his tennis-ball sized testes, and the big sack they were ensconced in, fondling and gently squeezing them with eyes wide with disbelief. Luke bit his fist to stifle his groan and MJ started at the strangled sound, breaking from her aroused stupor, as if remembering the cock she was playing with was actually attached to a real human.

Biting her lip, she looked her co-star directly in the eyes and whispered her next words. ‘Can you do me a favour?’

‘W-what?’ Luke grunted out as MJ palmed and fondled his overstuffed nuts like they were ben-wa balls.

Instead of answering, MJ released his cock and, with her eyes smouldering with desire, she flopped back down on the couch next to him, spreading her legs wide.

‘That’s…really not a good idea MJ.’

‘I don’t want you to fuck me!’ She boldly lied with an overexaggerated roll of her eyes, as if that wasn’t exactly where this situation was headed. ‘I just want to see what it looks like…’

‘Girl, what are you talkin’ about?’

Despite his reservations, Luke got up and did as she clearly desired, just as guilty as MJ in their little game, and throwing caution to the wind. With how tall he was, when he knelt on the carpet between her spread legs, it put him at the perfect height to penetrate if he so desired…

Her eyes smouldering with desire, MJ wrapped her pale legs around Luke’s narrow waist and pulled him close. Rather than impale herself on the battering-ram of a cock, she instead reeled him in until his groin was pressed against hers, and Luke’s massive cock rested against her pale stomach.

Like this, with a normal-sized human as a basis for comparison, Luke’s enviable endowment looked even more ridiculous, reaching well past MJ’s belly button and almost to the underside of her heavy, lolling tits. MJ’s breasts rose and fell rapidly with her excited panting, and if that weren’t a delicious sight already, the way she groped them and pinched her own nipples made it even more incredible.

It would have drawn the focus of the audience had the massive log of a cock not been laying against her belly, its dark flesh contrasting deliciously against her pale skin and making it impossible to ignore.

‘Oh my God!’ she gasped in awe as she gaped at the incredible sight. Pete made sure to snap several pictures - they’d make perfect promo material for the video - especially with the sexy - notably, natural - look of shock on MJ’s face.

Pete knew it was the moment of truth the second he saw his wife’s expression. MJ was biting her lip, the look in her eyes shifting between smouldering, forbidden lust and heart-wrenching, soul-searing guilt.

They were here for a reason, however, and only one of those emotions had any chance of winning out that day.

‘MJ,’ Luke growled out warningly, his deep voice shattering the intense, sexually-charged silence, ‘you know damn well this ain’t passing no test.’

Instead of answering, MJ’s eyes flicked up to the huge, naked man between her legs, before dropping back down to the object of her desires, his big, black, cock.

She was still worrying at her lip, indecision clear on her features, but raw, molten desire quickly won out - as it always did. She didn’t convey any of these feelings and emotions with words - that would be far too tacky - instead, MJ channelled all of her supreme acting talent to tell a story with her furtive looks, conflicting expressions, rapid breathing and gentle groping alone.

It was inspired. It was insanely hot. Pete remembered how he’d felt when sitting above the crowd and watching MJ simulate a sex scene in front of thousands of people, that had nothing on this, and it wasn’t just because this was far more explicit.

Forest HIlls, here we come.

He wondered what their future neighbours would think if they ever found out exactly how they’d afforded their dream house in the idyllic, exclusive suburb.

MJ’s next words were so farcical, they could have only been uttered by a woman driven so insane by lust, that she was completely captured by her own self-delusion.

‘It’s not crossing the line if it’s just the tip,’ she whispered with absurd confidence, her eyes never leaving Luke’s massive slab of meat as she whined piteously. Her emerald eyes flicked back up to look at her massive friend and the pure want in them could have had a nun giving up her anal virginity. ‘I just need to feel the tip Mike, please?’

Luke didn’t answer immediately, looking down at MJ incredulously as he breathed in and out heavily, trying to control his own, no-doubt, raging libido.

‘This… is a terrible idea.’

‘No one has to know!’ MJ urged, her pale legs not just contrasting deliciously with Luke’s dark skin, but wrapping tighter around his waist, like a child refusing to let go of their favourite toy. ‘A-and it’s not real sex if it’s just the tip -’

‘What kind of bullshit logic is that?!’ 

MJ started in surprise at Luke’s brilliant, furious outburst, but she didn’t back down, her big, doe-eyes staring up at her soon-to-be lover with such a nakedly vulnerable expression that it tore at both of their hearts.

Luke clicked his tongue in annoyance, and MJ yipped with glee when he took his immense shaft in hand. Luke’s glance shifted over to MJ’s glass of water before he turned back to the redhead with narrowed eyes. ‘That is water, right?’

MJ was so excited as she watched Luke bring his fat, purple crown towards her gushing lips that her answer came out in a jittery, giddy garble of words.

‘Hah, I could r-really have used a l-little liquid courage right about n-now!’

As much as Pete wanted to watch Luke’s massive cock spearing his wife’s tight, glorious pussy - wanted to so bad it hurt - he would only ever have one chance to capture MJ’s raw, honest, ignorant reaction to the act, and so, he focused his main camera and his attention on her beautiful face, her lips parted, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed with passion.

Luke didn’t thrust in right away, clearly far too experienced with his own equipment to do something so reckless. Instead, he swiped his fat head against MJ’s moist lips over and over, gathering more and more juices with each pass. Pete mostly noticed this in his periphery, focusing on his wife’s facial expressions as he was. The anticipation and lust was building to a crescendo, with each failed penetration driving MJ more and more mad with wanton desire.

Then, Luke finally sank in, MJ’s tight entrance begrudgingly yielding to the oversized invader with an initial, not entirely unwelcome sting of pain.

A strangled yip first escaped his wife’s lips, then her mouth opened even wider in a silent scream, her eyes screwing shut in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

‘I said only the head!’ She gasped out, her voice far more high-pitched and uncontrolled than she would have likely preferred.

‘It is only the head!’

‘Oh God,’ she groaned, her lids fluttering open as she stared down at her womanhood in shock. Pete resisted the urge to shift his focus - he’d have plenty of time to film them fucking from any angle he wanted, he remained locked on his wife’s gorgeous features. ‘Oh Christ, so big, Sweetie, you’re so big!’

Jesus H Christ I’m about to cum in my pants.

His wife’s next words almost did him in, they weren’t spoken with any kind of composure, but instead spewed out in a constant stream of verbalised desire.

‘Oh Lord, you’re so big, oh my God, oh, oooooh, Sweetie, you need to be good for the both of us, you can’t go deeper, I won’t be able to resist! I can’t say no! Be good for both of us…’

He could hear the disbelieving stare on Luke’s - no-doubt - scrunched up features. ‘Why you putting this on me?!’

‘Oh God, oh Christ, you’re a good man, such a good, beautiful soul, you wouldn’t cheat on Andie, you wouldn’t fuck your best friend’s wife!’

The wanton tone to her cries and the way her body undulated, desperate to get even an extra millimetre of giant cock inside her, belied MJ’s words. His wife didn’t want Mike to be noble - no matter what her words implied - she wanted him to lose control, spread her legs and fuck her brains out.

Again, she didn’t come right out and say that, she didn’t need to. Her facial expressions did a lot of the heavy lifting, leaving a lot of the overacting, cringe nonsense aside.

Pete didn’t look away, he didn’t even breathe. He wanted to have this moment immortalised in his mind for all eternity.

‘Thank fuck I’m nowhere near as noble as you think I am…’

‘What - oooooooh!’

MJ’s question was cut off with a warbling cry that petered out into nothing, her mouth gaping open in a silent scream and her eyes so wide they looked ready to pop out of her skull. Like a deer in the headlights, when Luke finally pressed his massive cock into her delicate pussy, MJ froze, unable to react, unable to even breathe.

Pete, with the camera still locked on and pointed at MJ’s face, was finally able to tear his gaze away to see what he’d been fantasising about for weeks now.

Reality, as always, was far more potent than fantasy.

The sight of Luke’s massive dick, only a few inches in and progressing at a snail’s pace, felt like one of his friend’s special punches to the gut. Pete’s knees nearly gave out, his eyes wide and his mouth dropping open in shock.

He couldn’t believe it, it was really happening, his beautiful wife, his best friend, was having her pretty pussy stretched out by his friend, her pink lips jealously gripping onto the girthy invader to stall its advance while also spreading obscenely wide to accommodate it.

‘How are you so goddamn tight?!’

Luke’s words were forced out through gritted teeth and served to slap Pete back to reality. This wasn’t his twisted, perverted fantasy, it was really happening, and it hadn’t been until that moment, until hearing his friend’s straining voice, that Pete realised he’d mentally blocked out all other senses and sensations, his gaze locked onto and processing only the visual.

Returning to sanity, he could hear MJ rapidly panting as if she were in labour, then letting out guttural, ecstatic groans each time Luke advanced even half an inch forward. Clearly experienced at dealing with his massive endowment, Luke made sure to pause and cool it each time he claimed new territory in MJ’s pussy, stretching her wide to accommodate him.

And accommodate Luke, his wife did. She didn’t stop, didn’t beg him to slow down and somehow, after several instances where Luke slowly pulled back out and worked himself back in, he was still gaining ground. He didn’t know where she was putting it all, how any of this was possible, but apparently his wife wasn’t just a special, acting talent, but she had a one-of-a-kind, deep pussy, one that looked tailor made for his friend’s big, black, cock.

This is the hottest shit I’ve ever seen. We’ll be dining on this for years…

Having watched his wife taking increasingly larger dildos all week, Pete wasn’t surprised that it took almost half an hour before Luke’s big balls were resting against his wife’s pale ass, a look of supreme shock on his glistening, sweat-stained features.

The second she’d fully taken all of what Luke had to offer, MJ cried out - but not in the way he’d been expecting.

‘Cut, cut! Holy shit!’

The spell was instantly broken, with Luke jumping back as if he’d been burned, fully withdrawing from his wife despite her puffy, distended lips not willing to easily let his cock go - though they ultimately did with a reverse sucking sound and a squelch, as well as a surprised squeal from MJ herself.

‘What’s wrong?’ Pete asked in alarm, the camera long forgotten as he rushed to MJ’s side. ‘Are you okay? What happened?!’

Instead of answering, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled Pete down into one of the most intense, passionate kisses they’d shared in a while, one that was so powerful that it left his mind foggy and befuddled when she finally pulled away with a girlish giggle.

‘Relax Tiger, I just needed a break,’ she teased, turning and apologising to Luke for startling him. She turned back to her husband and grinned impishly, pulling him in close once more. ‘I dunno if you noticed, but Luke’s really big, he’s stretching me so much. I need to get used to it.’

She giggled again when Pete bit his fist to muffle his almost deranged groan of lust.

He got both a few more glasses of water before they got back to it. Now that the last line had been crossed - the other hole was absolutely off-limits, she made sure to let them both know with an incredulous laugh - MJ was far more touchy feely with Luke, openly groping and playing with his dick like it was her newest dildo, keeping her co-star hard and raring to go.

When they got back to it, MJ was far more relaxed and aroused, the return journey a lot easier for the battering-ram of a cock. His wife didn’t scream or cuss like a cheap porno, but she did keep up a constant stream of pleasured whimpers and groans, while Luke gasped each time he could sink his entire length into the outrageously beautiful white woman.

He freely admitted to never having been able to do that before, and that being able to fuck ‘properly’ was almost like a religious experience.

As much as Pete was jealous of his friend’s huge cock, he couldn’t imagine how much it would suck to have to, essentially, walk on eggshells every time he was with a woman.

While his guts churned at the thought of not being able to give his wife the experience Luke was giving her now, of not being able to fuck her that deep, he didn’t let it bother him. 

I know how to fuck my wife, better than anyone, no matter how big their dick is.

Pete got plenty of footage of the fucking couple from a variety of angles, the two never changing positions for continuity sake and their bodies absolutely covered and shining with a thick sheen of sweat.

The odd, slow pace with which Luke had to fuck, and the constant stop-start cadence of their fucking while filming a porno meant neither of them had even cum yet, despite both very much enjoying themselves. Pete was just starting to wonder how to tell them to change positions when he saw his wife’s phone on the console table behind the couch, and had a bout of inspiration.

Nothing like being hornier than I’ve ever been to get the creative juices flowing.

Fetching his own phone from his pocket, he pulled up his wife’s details and called.

When the blaring ringtone rang out in the mostly silent room, both lovers were so startled they almost jumped a foot in the air. Before either could end the scene, thinking that the shot had been ruined, Pete started to frantically wave his own phone from behind Luke and the camera, letting his wife know it was him calling.

Ever the professional, and despite no doubt being absolutely cock-drunk in that moment, MJ easily rolled with the punches. Her eyes widening and her bottom lip between her teeth, she looked up at Luke and gently pushed him away with a hand on his chiselled abs, letting out a shuddering groan as his glistening cock came free with a wet, squelching pop.

‘I… I should answer that, it’s probably Jake…’

To his credit, Luke reacted pretty well too, though Pete didn’t know how much of it was conscious effort and how much was him just wanting to be back in MJ’s obliterated pussy. His friend proved his suspicions right by ignoring his lover’s words and trying to force his cock back in her gaping, fucked-raw womanhood.

‘Stop!’ she admonished with a playful laugh, her cheeks flaming crimson. ‘Bad boy. Oh God, we’re both so bad…’

While muttering to herself, MJ got up on her knees on the couch and spun around so she could hang over its back and fetch her phone.

This, of course, put her in the perfect doggy position, her plump, pale ass waving from side-to-side in a way that was definitely not an accident.

Jesus Christ, if she could see the look in Luke’s eyes right now she’d cum on the spot…

That was, of course, the point. He loved that MJ had instantly picked up what he’d been trying to subtly put down, it was just more proof that they were of one, perverted, deviant mind.

‘Hey baby, you boiled to a crisp yet?’

Pete didn’t actually speak into the phone - he’d add his own half of the conversation in later with ADR based on whatever MJ said, her voice husky and her breath still coming in ragged pants.

In a video that already emphasised cheating and cuckolding elements, Pete hoped MJ’s fans would appreciate this delicious little twist… provided Luke got the hint.

Looking at his friend, his cock in hand and his eyes locked on MJ’s ass, Pete realised it didn’t even matter if Luke got the hint, there was no way he’d be able to hold himself back given the delicious sight in front of him.

‘Yeah, sorry, had to run down the stairs to answer the phone - I know, I know, I need to step up my cardionnnngh!’

Luke, more confident in MJ’s ability to handle him after their hour-long slowfuck session, was far less gentle when slipping back inside her poor, abused, now-gaping womanhood, inadvertently cutting his lover’s sentence short as she groaned in surprise, before her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

‘Fuck, shit, goddamn it!’ MJ cussed, her expletives coming in time with each of Luke’s deep thrusts, ‘Sorry honey, I’m, nnh, I’m okay, just stubbed my toe… I know, I’ll be more, ugh, more careful…’

MJ’s entire body shuddered as Luke pulled out slowly, before doing one long, deep controlled thrust, his hips crashing against his wife’s meaty ass with a loud clap and causing her cheeks to ripple at the impact. Pete was a whirlwind, controlling two cameras at once and capturing as much of the hot scene as possible, one of them shooting MJ from the front and the other over Luke’s shoulder, aiming down at his gargantuan cock spearing into his wife’s gaping pussy.

To muffle her squeal of pleasure, MJ buried her face in the cushion of the couch and, the screen of her phone angled in a way that the camera could see it, she very obviously hit the speaker button.

Oooh, naughty slut.

Neither said anything for a few moments, presumably giving him time to slip in some ADR lines in post. ‘Another two, nnh, another two hours? Did you guys leave the freaking, nnh, state?!’

Again, more silence apart from the sound of flesh very obviously clapping against flesh. There was no way Pete wouldn’t bring that up in his lines - it was as if wife read his mind.

‘Nnho, we’ll be fine, Mike and I will just hang, nnh here,’ she continued, her voice very obviously strained in her effort to stop herself from moaning. Not only was Luke fucking her deep - his colossal frame sawing back and forth like a metronome as he gripped two handfuls of his wife’s ass, spreading her cheeks wide to better accommodate his girth - but MJ was using her free hand to rub her own clit. ‘Just let us know when you nnhguys are about to head on over to the re-reception…’

Absolutely wild behaviour, given she was currently talking with her husband.

‘What do you mean I sound funny?’

As Jake presumably answered the ridiculous question, MJ buried her face in the cushion once more and groaned deep, her voice muffled enough that it was unlikely to be overheard by, err, him. Mostly.

‘Mhmm, that’s exactly what’s happening baby. Mike’s, nnh, obviously f-fucking me right now, it’s definitely not because I’m hopping around like a crazy person after stubbing my toe…’

As if to sell her lie even more, she really leaned into it, hamming it up for his benefit.

‘Oh Mike, yes, yes, you’re a God, your cock is soooo big, fill me up - don’t be rude, say hi to Jake, Sweetie.’

‘Sup, nngh, homie?’

‘What do you mean? I’m super funny!’ MJ coquettishly teased, no longer bothering trying to hide her sounds of pleasure now that she’d implanted the seed that she was fake fucking anyway. ‘Oh honey, mmmh, Mike’s so big, he’s fucking me so deep, deeper than you’ll ever, haaah, ever get.’

More silence, followed by MJ’s mad cackling. Throughout it all, the only thing Luke did differently was steadily increase the pace of his thrusts, his entire focus on his gargantuan cock pistoning in and out of the gorgeous redhead’s unique pussy.

Pete would have laughed if he wasn’t so turned on. The way Luke was looking at their juncture, it was as if he still didn’t believe MJ was able to take his entire length.

‘No, Mike’s gone to the bathroom,’ she teased, her voice even deeper and huskier than it had been before. ‘Did that turn you on, you naughty boy? Maybe I should join him in the bathroom? We can try this out for real…’

More silence followed by another mad cackle.

‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I bet the thought of Mike’s big, black, cock thrusting into me over and, nnh, over turns you on. I bet he’s so much bigger than you baby…’

More silence as MJ smiled fondly, listening to his reply. If it weren’t for the huge black guy turning her pussy inside out, one could easily believe she was just chilling and talking to her husband - which obviously made the fact that she was, in fact, cheating on him all the hotter.

She giggled again, the sound a little hysterical as Luke picked up the pace. ‘Welp, I hope you enjoy your awkward boner, Baby. Mwah, love you. We’ll see you later.’

When she finally hung up after another bout of silence, Luke released his hold on MJ’s meaty ass, the skin in his previous grip’s wake an angry red. MJ watched on with wide eyes and, before she could so much as ask what he was doing, Luke brought his hand across and spanked MJ’s ass so hard, the soft flesh was jiggling for almost ten seconds after the impact.

‘Eeeek!’

‘You’re a fucking menace!’

Her eyes alight with greed and an overpowering lust, MJ narrowed her beautiful emerald eyes at her lover and growled.

‘Shut up and keep fucking me!’

If the sex up until this point could be described as slow, cautious, even a little ponderous, what they were doing now was the polar opposite. Lifting one leg up onto the couch for some leverage, Luke’s thrusts became frantic, and the moans MJ had successfully been able to keep under control up until this point in an effort to not oversell her pleasure started to slip out of her gaping mouth, her eyes screwed shut in concentration.

‘Oooooooh God, oh fuck, oh shit, so good, soooo goooood, fuck, fuck, fuck - AAAGH!’

The scream came when Luke spanked her pale, jiggly ass again, no concern on his face at all on whether he was being too rough.

MJ was very obviously enjoying herself immensely.

‘Oh fuck, cumming, I’m cumming!’

‘Me, too!’ Luke grunting, sweat pouring off his face in rivulets as his expression screwed up in concentration. Pete had seen that face before, it was the one he made when he needed to force himself to finish the last set at the gym.

There wasn’t even a question as to where Luke would cum. He didn’t ask and MJ didn’t feel the need to clarify.

When Luke was close, each thrust was accompanied by a frenzied gasp, his body already shaking before his orgasm even hit.

Unsurprisingly, when he came, he did so like a firehose. The warm deluge of spunk shooting directly into her womb easily triggered MJ’s climax too. She didn’t howl, nor did she scream, instead, his wife buried her face in the cushion once more and let out a long, drawn out, muffled groan, her entire body shaking like a leaf in the wind as it was flooded with endorphins.

Pete had been watching all this with his body working on auto-pilot, handling all the filming without thought as he devoured the sight of Luke fucking his wife to a toe-curling orgasm.

His work was not yet over though, and Pete hurriedly got into position as Luke stumbled away from the scene of the crime, his cock still plenty hard enough for another round and covered in their combined juices.

Pete aimed his camera at his wife’s poor, abused pussy though. It gaped, twitching as it struggled to deal with the sudden, tremendous absence.

And then a river of cum started to ooze out of her.

Pete couldn’t handle it anymore.

Before he could start jacking off at the sight however, his wife barked at him.

‘Don’t!’ she hissed, startling him with her intensity. When he looked into her smouldering eyes to find out what she wanted, he saw her beckoning him over with a single finger. ‘Come here baby… I’d tell you to have a go yourself, but mmmph!’

She didn’t get to finish her sentence, Pete was too horny and just thrust his hard cock into his wife’s waiting mouth.

‘What’s the phrase?’ He cheekily asked, sending his friend a wink behind his wife’s back. ‘Like throwing a hotdog down a hallway?’

MJ made some muffled sounds of protest, but it was ignored as both Pete and Luke laughed at her expense.

It was hard for his nympho wife to stay mad though. They filmed for hours, with Luke fucking MJ in a myriad of positions all over the living room. Most of the footage wouldn’t be used, and he’d splice together all the best bits, but Luke and MJ sure had fun giving him as much material as possible…

His favourite moment though had to be when he’d taken a break himself while the couple continued fucking. MJ was riding Luke in reverse as he sat in Uncle Ben’s old armchair, impaling herself over and over on his massive cock.

The fact that he wasn’t even filming at the time didn’t even cross any of their minds, nor did it stop MJ and Luke from enjoying themselves. Pete sat closeby on the edge of the coffee table, his cock out and his eyes locked with his deliriously moaning wife’s. Neither broke eye contact for a good ten minutes, even as MJ’s tits flailed about all over the place and her insides churned with all the cum Luke had pumped inside her.

The moment wasn’t broken until Pete had cum all over her tits with an almighty groan.

There was something so deliciously intimate and depraved about that moment, especially given he wasn’t even filming, that convinced Pete he would remember it for the rest of his life.

When they finally called it quits, both Luke and MJ were all-but passed out on the couch. Pete still had some scenes he needed to film to round out the video, but none of them needed Luke and all of them needed daylight, so he set that aside for later.

When he finally switched off all the lights and cameras, he turned to see Luke laid out on the couch, his dick finally soft, spent, and still very much bigger than his own. MJ laid in the opposite direction, her feet in Luke’s lap. 

It was clear his wife wanted to cuddle, but she was too exhausted to get up and do so. Pete joined them on the couch, sitting MJ’s head in his lap and running his fingers through her sweat-soaked hair, earning adorable little purrs of delight. When her eyes fluttered back open, she looked up at him with a wide smile, radiant and beautiful.

‘How was that?’

‘You were both amazing…and you, Mrs. Parker, were unbelievably sexy.’

‘You know that’s not what I mean.’

Pete only smiled, his fingers still running through his wife’s hair. ‘It was as sexy as I’d hoped it would be.’

MJ’s giggle was cut short when he bent down and captured her lips in a soft, sensual kiss. His head in reach, MJ reached up and tangled her fingers through his thick, brown hair, refusing to let him go. They didn’t pull away until MJ felt Luke pushing her legs aside to stand.

She turned her puppy-dog eyes on the hulking man, her gaze once more flicking down to his dangling bits.

His still huge dangling bits.

‘You’re not staying the night?’ She asked her question with an adorable pout with her bottom lip sticking out unreasonably far. ‘Pete’ll be editing all night, don’t go, keep me company…’

‘Goddamn woman, you’ve wrung me dry,’ Luke denied her with a disbelieving chuckle as he went to look for his casual clothes. ‘I dunno how you do it Pete, she’s a freak.’

‘Leave him alone,’ Pete admonished his wife, before sending her a wink. ‘It’s not nice to tease the elderly.’

‘You’re fucking hilarious. Give me a couple dick pills and I’ll keep your girl busy all night long smart ass.’

‘Oooh deal,’ MJ hurriedly agreed, raising herself up into a seated position with a tired groan. ‘Come over next week, we’ll have a viewing party when Pete uploads the video.’

Luke froze, as it finally occurred to him that he wasn’t being invited over to work, but to explicitly fuck. He looked to him, as if asking if this was all okay, and Pete couldn’t help but grin as they said their goodnights with a friendly dap.

‘I don’t know how many times I need to tell you, big guy, don’t worry about me.’ Pete then winked, and leaned in close to his friend. ‘Besides, Felicia will be here too, you don’t want MJ to feel left out, do you?’

When Luke looked past him to the still-naked, pouting MJ, he chuckled in disbelief.

‘You two are a trip…’

MJ said her good nights in a far less friendly way, wrapping her arms around Luke’s broad shoulder and bringing him down into a steamy, passionate kiss.

‘I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how much I enjoyed myself, Sweetie,’ MJ teased when they pulled apart. ‘I can’t wait until the next one. I’m thinking maybe we can shoot on location?’

Luke left with a chuckle and a definite pep to his step. Money aside, it was pretty obvious to Pete, especially now, that Luke wasn’t really getting any after his divorce.

Knowing they were helping him on two fronts was giving him the warm fuzzies.

Before Pete could concern himself with all the footage he’d have to edit though, MJ fell into his arms, trusting and expecting him to manage her dead weight.

‘Nu-uh, that can wait until tomorrow. You’re taking me upstairs right now.’

‘Oh, I am, am I?’ he teased, wrapping his arms around his wife’s waist as she buried her face in his chest, snuggling up to him like a kitten.

‘Mhmm.’ She rotated her face until she was staring up into his eyes. ‘You’re gonna join me in the shower, and you’re gonna clean me - there’s still a lot of cum in my poor, poor pussy.’

Pete shook, then groaned, the mental image causing his cock to throb with desire. MJ purred when she felt him harden against her belly. 

‘Oooh, look at that, your little dicky is hard, that’s so adorable.’

Her eyes twinkling with mischief softened the impact of her words, not that Pete felt self-conscious or offended in the slightest.

He’d come to realise he was a bit weird like that, and he was mature enough to not care about what that said about him.

‘Now, when you say clean me…’