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Kinky Marriage
Couple's marriage rekindled by neighbour's big cock.
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Charlie and Maxine were so thankful when Uncle Joe rented them a space in his duplex. Newly married, just out of college and with excessive debt, they needed something cheap but near downtown, where they both worked.
Joe was a complete life saver.
That was five years ago.
During those years they became like family, which is why they started calling him Uncle Joe. He wasn't actually related to either of them, he just felt like their uncle.
Joe was like the grandfather neither of them had ever had... both coming from less than ideal homes, although Maxine was still close to her mother... and most definitely not to her father. Charlie was happily estranged from both of his parents.
For Joe, Charlie and Maxine were like the kids he'd never had.
Joe had lived a great life, had travelled the world, fought in a war, and had enjoyed a lot of great sexual encounters with women, and even a few men (the glory days of 'don't ask don't tell' in the military had been wild)... but he'd never married, and had never had kids.
That latter status... being childless... hadn't been a regret when he was young and living life to the fullest, but it had become one when he was in his fifties and alone. And now in his mid-sixties, his health gradually becoming an issue, he was happy to have Charlie and Maxine close to him.
Like all young couples, they fought sometimes... and like most couples regardless of their age, it was often over money.
Uncle Joe was always there to mediate, never picking sides, but always available to listen. Occasionally it was a weeping Maxine, or a confused Charlie who literally had no idea what he'd done wrong. Even if Maxine was too angry at Charlie to tell him what it was (something women sometimes do that their men invariably find both unfair and incomprehensible), she was always willing to tell her sympathetic Uncle Joe, and he could pass it along, so Charlie could then offer her a meaningful apology.
Then two things happened almost simultaneously that led to massive changes, which over time ended up benefitting all three of them.
First, after four years of their trying to get pregnant, their doctor revealed that although Maxine was very fertile, even more so than most women, Charlie had no more than a meager sperm count. This fresh knowledge, which in one sense was a relief since the mystery was solved, also increased the frustration level for both of them. Maxine desperately wanted to be a mother, and Charlie wanted that too for both of their sakes, but he now felt an intense sense of guilt because he couldn't give her one, and that tore at his self-image of masculinity. It was bad enough that being innately clumsy with tools, he could do almost none of the maintenance that needed doing around the house, and instead a 66-year-old man had to do it, but now added on top of that, was his being unable to give a child to the woman he loved more than anything else. This combination led him to feeling completely inadequate as a person.
This deflated emotional state led to Charlie's sex drive crashing, and soon the couple was prematurely sexually dissatisfied, two entire years ahead of the typical seven-year itch.
Second, Joe's eyesight had been progressively getting worse, and his optometrist had warned him he likely didn't have more than a year before he'd be completely blind. This was something he hadn't told anyone, not even Charlie and Maxine.
Maxine was concerned they might have to divorce, since Charlie had become sullen and temperamental... very like her dad, who'd had a major drinking problem when she was a child... still did, she assumed... and she wasn't about to return to living her life in fear. Things between them hadn't gotten anywhere near that bad, but she sensed they were heading in that direction. After trying to convince Charlie to go to a marriage counselor to no avail, Maxine suggested their talking to Joe.
Charlie resisted this option as well, but when Maxine uttered the dreaded 'D' word, reality hit Charlie like a sledge hammer, and he agreed. He loved Maxine, and suddenly realized he'd been pushing her away because of his own insecurities, instead of taking steps to deal with the disappointment.
They went to see Joe and after listening, he suggested they considered adopting a child or two. They were the right age, and in an adequate income bracket (both having paid off their student loans, but had decided to continue living with Joe because they loved him so much), and both were great people. (That is when Charlie wasn't sulking all the time, and Maxine wasn't quietly seething about it, so kindly cut that nonsense out, you two loveable idiots.)
"Are you okay?" Maxine asked, noticing Joe having difficulty reaching for his coffee cup.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he said, but then he knocked an adjacent glass over, spilling water everywhere. In a rare moment of unrestrained anger, he cursed, "Fuck!"
"Oh, it's okay," Maxine said, rushing off to fetch some paper towels, and returning to help him clean up.
"Since you two have been so honest with me, I guess I should be the same with you," Joe said after a long, thoughtful pause, realizing it would be good to share his own concerns with someone.
"What is it?" they both asked in unison, both of them concerned for the wellbeing of this kindly uncle figure.
"I'm going blind," he admitted.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry!" Maxine cried out, rushing this time to sit on his lap and hug him, something she'd done on a couple of prior occasions.
And just like the other times, this gave Joe an instant erection, since he hadn't had sex since before they'd moved in, and Maxine was a pretty young woman with great legs, which were always in nylons because of her job as a lawyer, and a great ass for no reason at all except perhaps good fortune. Almost all of Joe's jerk-off fantasies were dedicated to Maxine so to speak, although truth be told, he also found Charlie's ass pretty cute, and he occasionally imagined being the one to break that anal cherry. Joe might be old, but he still could get it up, and he still had a wicked imagination.
"Wow, that sucks," Charlie said, feeling terrible for this man, who always did so much for them.
"Yeah, it does," Joe agreed, rather distracted from his woes by enjoying the sexy perfume wafting from Maxine, as well as her nice tits resting against his cheek.
"Well, we're here for you, no matter what you need," Maxine pledged, meaning it. He was like her father, and she was going to make sure his quality of life didn't go down because of this tragic news.
"I appreciate that, but there isn't much you two can do."
"Well for starters, we can help around the house, and with whatever else you need," she offered.
"Pick up groceries and so forth," Charlie added.
"Maybe a little house maintenance?" Joe teased, as Maxine squeezed him affectionately.
"Don't be cruel," Maxine laughed.
"Hey, I can do some things," Charlie protested.
"Like mowing the lawn," Maxine said.
"For example," Charlie nodded, more comfortable with knowing he wasn't too useful with his hands than... the other thing.
"Exactly," Maxine laughed.
Anyway, over the next six months as predicted, Joe's eyesight got worse, and of course Charlie and Max kept their word and helped him every day. They cooked for him, cleaned his house, did the maintenance or hired someone to do it, and took him to his doctor appointments.
Then, with Joe's eyesight almost completely gone, and his twice falling while attempting to get into the bathtub, Maxine began bathing him.
To Maxine's surprise, Joe was packing a pretty big dick, and as she bathed him, his cock hardened to its impressive eight inches... a good three inches longer than her husband's.
"I'm sorry," Joe apologized, "but it has a mind of its own."
"No worries," she said, unable to take her eyes off of the long shaft with its thick mushroom top. She'd only had sex with one man in her life, Charlie of course, so she immediately wondered what that extra three inches inside her might feel like... not to mention it was also thicker than Charlie's.
"Yeah, Hammer doesn't get out much anymore," Joe said, unable to see Maxine's reaction, but sensing she was impressed by it.
"Hammer?" she asked, wondering what it would be like to get hammered with that cock, and then shook her head at the naughty thought. He was like a father to her. Shit, he was older than her horrible father. And far kinder, of course.
"Yeah, sorry, I've probably said too much," Joe apologized, even though he hoped and expected she'd ask for more info... women, he had learned over his many years of wooing them, were almost always obsessed with his size. In the past he'd fucked so many married women, almost always after being referred by another married woman. For some reason, most men got bored with their wives, while Joe never got bored of women, and married women appreciated him and his size and his ability to please them.
Truth be told, until a few years ago he'd been a fuck machine: he'd fucked eighteen-year-old college girls, and an eighty-eight year old black neighbour who loved it in the ass. He loved women of all ages, all races, and all sizes. Skinny, chubby, fat... each were a pleasure to fuck, each loved his big cock, and most came back for more.
Alas, a heart attack had ended his wild ways, and he hadn't had sex since then, or at least not with someone else.
"No, go ahead and tell me some more," Maxine encouraged. "Were you once a player?"
"Oh, you could say that," he chuckled, reminiscing some more about his past exploits... like when he'd fucked a bride-to-be at her bachelorette party, along with her mother and her grandmother, with the other two women watching the action all three times. Or when he was in Japan and had fucked a woman he'd never met before or afterwards... hadn't even learned her name... on a crowded subway just like in those videos, or when he was in the hospital for minor knee surgery in his early fifties, and had three different nurses, two of them married, who'd all sucked and fucked him during his two week recovery.
"So judging by the satisfied look on your face, you were a player," she surmised, still admiring his cock as she washed his body.
"I've had my fair share of women," he admitted, thinking that several years ago he would have been fucking Maxine all this time.
"Tell me more," she said, curious.
"You sure you want to hear about the exploits of a dirty old man?" he asked, reeling her in and hoping maybe he could get a hand job out of this. He wasn't overly hopeful, but he'd seduced many women who'd been sweet and innocent, before discovering that size does matter. Like the minister's wife during an all-male Bible study who'd fucked him in the bathroom while her husband discussed the sins of the flesh, or the lesbian who'd realized after taking his eight inches in her pussy she was actually bi, or even his drill sergeant who'd ended up being drilled after hours pretty regularly. Joe knew he had a big cock, and that his big cock had the power to make most women, and some men, do things they ordinarily wouldn't.
"I'd be honoured," Maxine said. She couldn't explain why exactly, but her pussy was undeniably wet, and she had a growing desire not only to wrap her hand around this thick shaft, but even to bend down and suck it. She enjoyed sucking cock, or at least she did before Charlie's sexual hibernation.
"Well, I discovered at a pretty young age that size matters," he said.
"I imagine you would have," Maxine said, as she washed him just above the glorious dick.
"I don't mean to pry, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but is Charlie as big as I am?"
Maxine didn't intend to respond this way, but she scoffed, "Not remotely!"
"I'm sorry to hear that," Joe said. "A woman deserves to feel the power of a big dick inside her."
"Oh my," Maxine said, as the back of her hand grazed the big dick under discussion.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry, I've overstepped my place," Joe said, knowing that acting like a feeble old man would work to his advantage.
"No, no," she said. "It's just I've never seen one as big as yours in real life."
"I hate to be a pain, and I certainly don't want to sound like a creepy old man, but do you suppose you could you wash it for me?" he requested, in effect offering her the opportunity to touch it, which he could sense she desperately wanted to do, but wouldn't out of etiquette.
"Sure, if you're okay with my doing it," Maxine agreed without any hesitation at all.
"Of course," he said, "although," he joked, while adding fuel to his attempt to guilt her into giving him pleasure, "I haven't had anyone touch me down there since before you guys moved in."
"That's a shame," Maxine said sympathetically, as she soaped up her hands in anticipation of taking that big cock, which she couldn't take her eyes off of, into at least one of them. "You're a great man, and you deserve a great woman."
"Finding a woman at my age with a sex drive like mine would be like finding a needle in an entire Kansas county of haystacks," he said, giving her another hint that although he was much older than she, he could still fuck like a young stud, if given the opportunity.
Maxine reached out a hand to grasp his cock, and she let out a little gasp at how hard it was. She, of course, had never put any thought into an older man's penis, but had just assumed until encountering today's evidence to the contrary, that at his age his dick would always be flaccid. Also without thought, instead of quickly cleansing it and backing off, her hand automatically began stroking it.
"Ohhh, that feels nice," Joe moaned, excited to have the beautiful Maxine stroking his cock. Luckily, he remembered exactly what she looked like... and those images of her in sexy dresses, sheer nylons and so forth, were forever etched in his head.
"You're so big," Maxine said, in awe of its girth and how she could barely wrap her hand completely around it, as she mindlessly continued stroking it.
"Please, I didn't expect you to do that," although he had, "but now that you are, please don't stop!" Joe moaned.
"Oh, I'm sorry, am I exciting you?" Maxine asked, as she obliged and continued stroking.
"Sorry, it's been so long, and that feels so good," Joe said.
Sensing he'd come soon, and really wanting to see that cock erupt, she asked, "Do you need to come, Joe?"
"Yes, please," he groaned, knowing he wasn't going to last long.
"Okay, I can do that for you," she said as she began stroking his cock faster, the soap serving as a natural lube.
"Oh yes, Maxine, don't stop," he moaned.
She continued pumping his cock while watching it intently as if waiting for a restless volcano to erupt, until he grunted, and his first shot of cum rocketed straight up in the air, and then some more cum only oozed out, warmly coating a portion of her hand.
"Thank you," he said weakly, feeling so relieved and satisfied.
"No problem at all, Uncle Joe," Maxine said, as she took her hand away; then, noticing a wad of cum resting between her thumb and index finger, she brought it to her mouth and ate it.
"I really appreciate all you do for me," Joe said.
"I'll do anything for you, Uncle Joe," she said, wondering what that impressive cock would feel like in her mouth or her pussy. "Charlie and I both will."
"You're very generous," he said.
"Just like you've always been for us," Maxine said, as she decided his bath was over and grabbed him a towel.
That night, horny as fuck, she was dressed in sexy lingerie when Charlie arrived home from work. He asked, seeing his woman dressed like this for the first time in a long time, "What's the occasion?"
"It's not Valentine's Day or anything official, I just need to get fucked," she said bluntly, walking up to him and starting to unbuckle his pants.
"Well then, I guess I should accommodate that need," he stepped up to the plate, now since their recent heart to heart with Uncle Joe, feeling extremely guilty about pushing her away when he'd learned he was the reason they couldn't have kids. But Joe had really listened to them, and had given him specifically some advice he really appreciated: to control whatever you have control over, and learn to accept everything else.
The advice was so simple, and yet it made him begin to accept that he had no control over his low sperm count, and therefore no responsibility for it (i.e. it wasn't his fault).
"I wasn't asking so much as demanding," she said as she fished out his cock and took it into her mouth.
"What's gotten into you?" he asked, she never being the one to initiate sex.
"Not this dick in forever," she said, as she got it nice and hard.
"Well then, let's do whatever we can to change that," he said, completely on board this time.
"Agreed," she said once his tool was ready to fuck. She got off her knees, hopped onto the kitchen island and spread her legs, thus displaying her crotchless panties and recently shaved pussy, and demanded, "Fuck me right now!"
"Best welcome home ever!" he observed, as he shucked off his pants and underwear and slid his cock into his wife, who was already very wet.
"Yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!" Maxine demanded as she wrapped her nylon-clad legs around her husband to pull him in deeper, as she imagined it being Joe's much larger cock.
"God, you're soaking wet," he said.
"Well, maybe if you drilled my cunt once in a while it wouldn't be," she said, not sure if that made any sense at all.
"Did you just use the 'c' word?" Charlie asked, a word he'd never heard her utter even once in their life together.
"Cunt, knockers, big fat cock, all just tools of the slut trade," she listed wickedly, imagining Joe's big fat cock in her cunt while he sucked on her knockers. She wasn't certain whether it was simply seeing Uncle Joe's cock that had kindled this fire of lust inside her, or perhaps it had just sparked her flame again, but right now she just wanted to be fucked like a slut.
"Wow," Charlie said, so shocked by his wife's words, and yet so turned on... enhanced even more by the silky sheer nylons wrapped around him. Unfortunately he wasn't going to last very long.
"Harder, fuck me harder," Maxine demanded, so fucking horny from stroking Joe's big cock earlier today.
"Oh God," he groaned after only a couple dozen more strokes.
Maxine's eyes went wide, and she demanded, although she could tell it was too late, "Don't you dare come yet!"
"Uggggggh," he grunted, as he shot his premature load into his wife.
"Fuck, are you kidding me?!" Maxine snapped, totally pissed off.
"I'm so sorry, but you were dressed so sexy and talking so nasty, I couldn't help myself!"
"Well then, finish me off with your tongue," Maxine ordered, something she'd never before asked him to do when he came too early, and now she was requiring him to do it.
"What? But I just came in you!"
"So?" Maxine demanded, unwrapping her legs from his hips, pulling his head to her by the ears, and cramming his face against her cum-filled pussy. "Get licking."
"I don't* * * * *" he began, but his final word on the subject was muffled into nonexistence, as she shoved his face roughly and deeply into her creampie.
"I said Lick!" she demanded, and although he was mortified and disgusted to be licking his own cum from her pussy, he did as he was told.
"That's it, eat my cunt," she moaned. She considered humiliating him a bit about eating his own cum, but instead, she just held his head irresistibly between her legs.
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Charlie felt a little emasculated, yet he was surprised by the salty sweet mixture of his cum and her pussy wetness. It wasn't half bad!
Maxine closed her eyes and allowed the pleasure to consume her, while her mind went back to Uncle Joe.
Or specifically, to his cock.
To Uncle Joe's big cock.
To Uncle Joe's big, hard cock.
To Uncle Joe's big, hard cock in her hand.
To Uncle Joe's big, hard cock as it had erupted with that big load of cum!
"Oh fuck, don't stop, don't fucking stop eating my cunt!" Maxine ordered, her orgasm so close.
Charlie kept lapping away, until his wife pushed his face roughly into her wetness.
"Fuck!" Maxine screamed as she erupted, coating her husband's face with her cunt cum.
Charlie lapped up the excessive cum, now willingly, while he also struggled to breathe.
Maxine let him go, and Charlie indulged himself in a deep breath of air before saying, "Well, that was a new experience."
"Sorry, I was just really horny," Maxine apologised, looking down at her husband and his soaked face.
"I'm not complaining," he said. "I'm just really sorry I've been pushing you away for so long."
"I understand," Maxine said, but added, "but we are in this together."
"I know, I know," he said. "It's just that I blame myself for all of it!"
"Oh honey," Maxine said, hopping off the counter and hugging her man, who looked so vulnerable.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she said.
After a minute, Maxine asked, after a brief kiss, "Did you enjoy the creampie?"
"I can't believe you made me do that!"
"I didn't hear a no," Maxine smiled.
"You want a no? Okay, no, It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."
"You liked it, then," Maxine said, kissing him again.
"I plead the Fifth."
The next day Uncle Joe requested, "Would you please bathe me again?"
"Sure," Maxine agreed, having been trying to think of a subtle way of hinting for the same thing. She'd even dreamt of his big cock last night, and really wanted to see it again.
"Great," he said, while he finished eating the breakfast she'd prepared for him.
Ten minutes later he was in the tub again, and five minutes after that, his cock was hard again. This time Maxine didn't hesitate to take it in her hand and ask, "Do you want to come again, Joe?"
"I'm sorry, but if I do is that okay?"
"No worries," Maxine assured him as she began stroking it, beginning not at all absently like yesterday, but this time doing it quite deliberately. "A dick like this shouldn't have to lie flaccid for very long."
"Agreed," Uncle Joe chuckled. "It used to get daily action."
"I bet it did," Maxine smiled, imagining it getting said action in her mouth or her pussy.
"Yeah, getting old sucks," he sighed, wondering If he could get her to suck it. A hand job while bathing was pretty tame, and she was barely even cheating, but her sucking his cock would definitely be crossing a line. His new apparently uncaring attitude might seem odd after all his years of unstinting kindness to the young couple, but he was following a plan of seducing them both, which in the long run should greatly benefit the emotional health of all three of them.
"Well, it feels like it's still functioning well," Maxine said, feeling the hard shaft pulsing in her hand.
"Yeah, the stuff under the hood is still pristine, even though the vehicle's exterior has seen better times," Joe said.
"Well, you just need to let a few other people check out what's under the hood," she advised, rubbing her finger over his cock head as she stroked him.
"That feels so good, Maxine," he said, then decided to say the words he really wanted to, but knew he shouldn't, "If you weren't married, I'd show you how my engine is still revving at full speed."
"Mmmmmm, Uncle Joe," Maxine purred. "I'm not sure you could keep up with my ferocious appetite."
"Oh, I'd keep up or die trying," he groaned from her busy hands, before adding with a chuckle, "and wouldn't that be the ultimate way to go?"
"Only if you came first, and then went," Maxine countered, encouraging this crazy conversation to continue.
"Well, that goes without saying," he moaned, as his hard cock pulsed in her hand.
"Are you going to come for me, Big Joe?" Maxine asked.
"Big Joe?," he moaned.
"Yep, because your penis is just so big."
"It's definitely called a cock," he corrected. "It's crude and earthy, not some highbrow facet of my anatomy to be found on page 327 of a textbook."
"Sorry," she smiled at him, not that he could see it, "Your cock is just so big."
"Don't stop stroking that big cock, Maxine," he groaned and kind of ordered.
"Come for me, Big Joe," Maxine ordered, as her free hand darted under her skirt to her wet pussy. "Let me see that big cock shoot another big load, just like it did for me yesterday!"
"Oh, fuck Maxine, keep talking nasty," Joe said, loving to see this sweet younger woman turning foul-mouthed.
As Maxine pumped his cock and rubbed herself frantically, her words turning herself on too, she added, "I love your big cock, Uncle Joe. If I wasn't married, I'd suck that big dick until you came down my throat, or all over my face!"
"Oh fuck, I'd fuck your face and turn you into my cum-hungry slut," Joe grunted, imagining the pretty woman he'd jerked off over quite a few times, as he shot a load straight into the air.
"Yessssss," Maxine moaned, her orgasm so close, seeing his cannon erupt pushing her to the brink of ecstasy.
"Yes, come my sexy vixen," Joe groaned, as it was obvious even to a blind man she was coming from jerking him off, which somehow made his intense orgasm even more so. "Come for your Big Uncle Joe!"
Permission granted, and watching Uncle Joe's glorious cock erupting, and feeling it pulsing in her hand, was all she needed in order to release the orgasm she so desperately craved. "Fuuuuuuck!!"
"Good girl," Uncle Joe encouraged, as his own orgasm dwindled. "Such a good girl."
"Yes, Uncle Joe, I came for you," Maxine said, wanting him to know it was his big cock and his words that had gotten her off.
"You really like my big cock, don't you?" Uncle Joe asked, as Maxine continued slowly and gently stroking it.
"It's just so big and beautiful," Maxine said, a little disappointed that in the heat of her own lust, most of his cum had ended up in the bathwater.
"Yeah, it's always had a mystical power over the ladies," Joe said, "as well as some men."
"You've fucked men?" Maxine asked, that surprising her.
"Yeah, a few, and I've been sucked by many," Uncle Joe admitted. "You'd be surprised by how many kickass military men love dick."
"I guess I would," Maxine said dreamingly, still recovering from her glorious orgasm. "Although I suppose they were just unable to resist such an amazing dick."
"That's often been my experience," Uncle Joe admitted, loving how his cock had brought out this lustful side of her. He already had plans for tomorrow to perhaps get her sucking his dick.
"Hard to believe you never got married," Maxine said, still with her hand around his dick, not ever wanting to let it go.
"Yeah, many of them have tried to snare me," he laughed, before dropping a hint of what Maxine could have, "although I bedded a lot of married women, they just weren't married to me."
"You hound dog," Maxine laughed, moving her hand away from her leaking pussy and reluctantly, also from Uncle Joe's addicting cock. God, she was tempted to suck it or get fucked by it right now.
She helped him out of the tub and dried him off.
That night she fucked Charlie again.
That night he came too quickly again.
Thus, that night Charlie ate his second creampie... this time a little more eagerly... and without her needing to ask.
Maxine was stuck at work late as the jury was still out on a major case, which was a disappointment for her: no Uncle Joe's cock to stroke or to drool over. So Charlie would have to bathe him.
She called Charlie and told him he'd have to go over and help Uncle Joe, and also bathe him.
"Can't he go a day without?" Charlie asked, willing to do almost anything for Uncle Joe, but bathing him seemed a little too much.
"Certainly not; would you like to go a day without a bath?"
"Okay," he said. "But it's kind of weird."
"I don't expect you to suck his dick or anything," she said wickedly, even while she imagined herself doing just that, "just bathe him."
"That would be so disgusting," Charlie, who was a bit of a homophobe, said.
"Unless you want to suck his dick," Maxine wickedly smiled.
"Yes, I so want to suck a 66-year-old man's dick," Charlie agreed sarcastically.
"Hey, after you ate your cum from my pussy so eagerly last night, I have no idea anymore what you might be up for," she teased.
"You made me do that," Charlie protested.
"The first time," she said, "but last night you just went ahead and did it without any prodding at all from me."
"I did that for you," he argued, actually unsure what had made him do it again, other than he'd liked doing it the first time.
"Sure, sure," she said, "now don't go swallowing his cum without me there. Or at least without telling me all about it afterwards."
"I hate you," he said, obviously not meaning it.
"Hate you too," she replied equably, before adding, "don't forget: you have to wash his dick, too."
"What? No way!" he said, but she'd already hung up.
Half an hour later, Charlie was awkwardly washing Joe, and was a little surprised first by how big Joe's dick was, and then that it got hard while he washed him.
Charlie joked, trying to make the situation less awkward, even as he wondered whether Joe got hard when his wife bathed him, "It's good to know you can still get it up."
Joe responded, thinking maybe he could get a hand job from Charlie too, "Shit, how old do you think I am?"
"Sorry, man," Charlie laughed, feeling a little guilty for what he'd said and thought.
"Dude, I can still fuck," Uncle Joe informed him.
"Sorry, man," Charlie repeated, as he washed Uncle Joe's stomach.
"No worries," Uncle Joe said. "It's just that I have no way to release it like I used to."
"Man, that sucks."
"Oh, to have someone sucking it again," Joe sighed, deliberately over-dramatically.
"Tell me about it," Charlie said, although he couldn't really share that complaint.
"Maxine doesn't blow you?" Uncle Joe asked.
"No, no, she does it a lot," he said. "Well, she did before the whole kid thing blew up in my face."
"There weren't many days when I was younger when I didn't at least get a blow job or a pussy," Joe said.
"We used to be like that," Charlie reminisced.
"And almost always with a different woman," Joe added.
"No way!"
"You've only been with Maxine?"
"Yeah, and I'm her only as well," Charlie clarified. It wasn't until then that he realized his wife had obviously seen Joe's big dick, and she must have washed it, since she'd made a point of telling him to do it.
That won't remain true for long, Joe thought to himself. "That's crazy in today's world."
"I know," Charlie agreed as he pondered, Is that why she's suddenly been so horny? Joe's dick is way bigger than mine. Fuck! He said, a little in awe of Joe's cock and with a sudden rush of insecurity coursing through him, "Maxine says I'm supposed to wash your privates. Is that okay?"
"Yes, please," Joe said. "Soap your hand up first."
"Um, okay," Charlie said, still not believing he was doing this.
After a moment, Charlie took a deep breath and moved his hand to Joe's dick. He slowly placed his hand around it like it was delicate.
Joe groaned and asked, "I know this may sound like an awkward request, but could you stroke it?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, it's just... well... I... um..." Joe played at feeling sheepish, even though he was actually playing with Charlie, drawing him in like he had Maxine. "I could use some tension relief."
"Um, okay, I guess," Charlie said, as he wrapped his hand around the big dick, feeling so awkward, and yet he felt his own cock begin to harden.
"Thanks bud, that feels so good," Joe moaned.
"You have a pretty big cock," Charlie observed as he slowly stroked it.
"Yeah, size matters," Joe said, knowing from Maxine that Charlie was a lot smaller than he. He also knew from his own past that men with smaller cocks were often insecure and in awe of bigger dicks, and although this next wasn't always the case... he'd been sucked by and had fucked guys with huge cocks... most cock suckers weren't very well endowed.
"Does it?" Charlie said, the just-mentioned insecurity immediately coursing through him.
"For sure," Joe said. "Women love big dicks."
"Yeah, of course they do," Charlie said, acting as if he too had a big cock, his actual cock now confusingly hard, while he couldn't take his eyes off of Joe's cock.
"Don't stop Charlie, that feels so good," Joe urged, loving how easily he'd just convinced a straight married guy to jerk him off.
Charlie kept jerking until Joe grunted and shot his load into the air, just like the prior two times with Maxine.
"Oh yeah, you can really work a dick over," Joe complimented his... his 'handler' I guess you could call him, after he was done.
"I've had lots of practice," Charlie joked.
'You have, have you?" Joe asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Wow... no.. I mean... with my own dick!" Charlie clarified.
"Oh, sure," Joe chuckled. "I just figured maybe you were one of the growing number of otherwise straight guys who sucked dick."
"What? Why?" Charlie said, as he urgently yanked his hand away from Uncle Joe's cock, having just realized he was still stroking it. "I'm 100% straight!"
"Hey, no worries, and no judging," Joe reassured him. Or at least Charlie thought it was meant reassuringly, but he wasn't certain. "I only meant I've met a lot of straight guys who couldn't resist sucking big dicks."
"What? You've been with guys?" Charlie asked, shocked.
"Not been with," Joe denied, but added, "I've just been sucked by a lot of men, and have even fucked quite a few of them."
"No way," Charlie said.
"Oh yeah," Joe said. "To be honest, guys are generally lots better cock suckers than women are."
"What?" Charlie said, everything Joe saying baffling him more. He'd never imagined Joe as a player, or as gay.
"Yeah, maybe it's because they understand what a blow job should feel like from the inside out, or maybe they're just natural cock suckers," Joe shrugged. "Either way, guys sure can suck dick, and they always swallow."
"Wow," Charlie said.
"Plus," Joe said, loving the stunned tone emerging from Charlie's mouth and planting seeds for the future, "plus, fucking a guy is great, too."
"I can't imagine," Charlie said, and he couldn't.
"I'm serious, hearing a guy begging to get dicked, and then whimpering as I pounded him from behind was always exhilarating," Joe said. "I mean fucking that General in the ass a few hours after he'd publicly humiliated me in front of my men, was amazing."
"Shit Joe, I couldn't have imagined you like that!"
"Yeah, my past was pretty wild."
"So I'm learning," Charlie said, as he helped Joe out of the tub.
"Thanks for the hand job," Joe said.
"No problem," Charlie said, noticing he was still hard.
That night Charlie was horny as fuck, and he jerked off before falling asleep after Maxine phoned to say she wouldn't be home until after nine.
He couldn't push Uncle Joe's big cock out of his head.
It was so hard.
It was so long.
It was so thick.
The next morning, Charlie asked Maxine, "Do you want me to go and bathe Joe tonight, or are you going to?"
"I should be home early, so I can," Maxine offered, already craving to feel it in her hand again. "Plus, you'll have to do it all next week while I'm in Washington."
"Right," Charlie said. "You're leaving Monday, right?"
"Yeah, 6:30 in the morning flight," Maxine nodded, going away for four days of litigation in a government health care case.
"I couldn't believe he got hard," Charlie mentioned.
"Did he?" Maxine asked, surprised.
"Did he for you?"
"Yeah, it was no big deal," Maxine shrugged.
"Well, it was kind of a big deal," Charlie disagreed. "He's pretty damn big."
"Yeah, he's hung all right," Maxine nodded casually, as if it wasn't a big deal to her. Which of course it definitely was.
Charlie wanted to tell her he'd jerked him off, and also to ask if she had, yet he couldn't force out the words. If she hadn't, he'd look gay. And if she had, he'd feel jealous and still look gay.
That evening Maxine was again slowly jerking him off, when Joe said, "God, that feels so good, Maxine."
"You really do have a magnificent cock," Maxine said, completely entranced by its size.
"Yeah, I bet you've been thinking about it since you saw it last, haven't you?" Joe asked.
"Uncle Joe!" Maxine rebuked him in a playful, mocking, shocked tone.
"Tell me, Maxine," Joe said, as she slowly stroked his cock. "What have you been thinking about?"
"I really don't think I should say," Maxine said coyly, having had her attention stuck on this cock non-stop during the past couple of days.
"Tell me, Maxine," Joe repeated, his voice sterner.
Maxine felt a rush down her spine that went directly to her pussy. She'd never met a man who talked to her like that, except for some judges under totally different circumstances. "Your cock, your big fat cock."
"What about it?"
"I just can't stop thinking about it," Maxine admitted.
"What exactly do you keep thinking about it, Maxine?"
"Oh, Uncle Joe," Maxine said. "It's just so wrong."
"Now Maxine, if there were no rules, no shoulds or shouldn'ts, tell me what you'd want to do with this big fat cock," Joe ordered firmly.
"To suck it," Maxine blurted out, so mesmerized by its sheer size.
"You can if you want to," Joe pointed out.
"No, I can't," Maxine denied, even as her mouth was watering for it.
"Oh, I bet you'd look so sexy with a mouthful of my cock," Joe encouraged her, now knowing it was only a matter of time before her pretty lips really would be wrapped around his dick. "Too bad I can never see that while it's happening."
"Oh, it's so tempting, Uncle Joe," Maxine said, unable to break her gaze away from his dick.
"Just one quick suck, Maxine," Joe suggested. "I haven't had a woman suck my dick in years."
"Just one quick suck?" Maxine asked with sudden hope, thinking she'd just be helping him.
"Yeah, just a quick suck," Joe nodded. "But why don't you help me out of the tub first?"
"Sure," Maxine said, as she released her unnoticed (by her, not him) but endless grasp on his throbbing cock.
A minute later he was out and standing erect in two senses of the phrase with his back to the tub, and she dropped to her knees before him. She asked, as she resumed stroking his glorious member, "Are you sure you want me to suck you?"
"Yes, Maxine," he said, "very sure," as he took hold of his dick and tapped her lips with it. "But I also want you to tell me how much you want to suck my cock."
"Oh, Uncle Joe, I've wanted to suck your big cock since I first saw it," Maxine said, now desperate to feel it in her mouth.
"Music to my ears! And now show me, Maxine," Joe ordered. "Show me how much you want my big cock in that pretty mouth of yours."
"Just a quick suck, then," Maxine said as she opened her mouth and took the big cock into it.
"Oh yes, Maxine, suck my cock," Joe moaned, having almost forgotten how good it felt to have a mouth around his cock.
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"Mmmmmm," Maxine moaned, her hand going to her pussy as she began sucking Uncle Joe's cock.
"Yes," Joe said, "Your mouth feels so good."
Maxine backed away and asked, "Would it be okay if I gave you a little more than just a quick suck?"
"You may suck me for as long as you want," Joe permitted graciously. (Yeah, what a gentleman!)
"I just can't get enough of this big cock," Maxine said before she resumed sucking, wanting to see if she could take all eight inches in. She could easily deep throat all five inches of Charlie's dick, but eight was a lot more cock; 60% more, to be precise.
"Oh yeah Maxine, work my cock over," Joe said, having learned from experience that saying the woman's name frequently always enhanced the moment of intimacy for them both.
Maxine bobbed, taking more and more of his big cock into her mouth each time.
"Oh yeah, that feels so good, Maxine," Joe moaned, lots of encouragement being another key factor.
Maxine loved that Joe loved what she was doing. Having only ever sucked Charlie, she was pretty sure she was good at it, but she'd only had one reviewer... this second positive opinion enhanced her pride.
"God, it's been so long. I'm not going to last very long," Uncle Joe warned, as he felt his balls boiling.
Dying to get him off, to feel his warm load explode in her mouth, she bobbed faster, still having two inches yet to devour.
"Oh yeah Maxine, don't stop, don't stop... now get ready for my load," Uncle Joe said as he held onto the edge of the tub for balance.
Maxine continued happily bobbing, always loving the feel of warm cum erupting in her mouth or spattering all over her face.
A few more bobs, and she received the load while Uncle Joe grunted, "Yes, my sexy slut, take it all."
Maxine had never been called a slut, but the name calling at this exact moment enhanced her pleasure, as she furiously rubbed herself while swallowing down the creamy cum... she'd always been good at multitasking.
"Swallow it all, my cum-hungry slut," Joe groaned, not even realizing he'd called Maxine a slut twice, as he basked in the euphoria of his first blow job in years.
Maxine swallowed every drop eagerly, and she did indeed feel like a slut, since she simply couldn't resist this cock, no matter how hard she tried... and she inwardly acknowledged she hadn't tried all that hard to resist. As Uncle Joe's cock finished unloading in her mouth, she resumed frantically rubbing herself, her orgasm so close.
Joe enjoyed Maxine milking every drop from his dick, and he knew she was masturbating because he could feel her body moving. "Are you going to come?" he asked.
"God, yes," Maxine moaned, as she allowed the big dick to slip out of her mouth.
"Come for me, Maxine, show me how much you get off on my dick," Joe ordered.
"Oh yes Joe, I love your dick so much," Maxine moaned as she rubbed her pussy while staring at his cock, still hard, for extra inspiration.
"Imagine me fucking that pretty pink pussy," Joe said, pushing her to the brink.
"Don't you mean hammering it?" Maxine quipped, recalling Joe saying his dick was named Hammer.
"Yes, Maxine, I'd Hammer that pussy of yours until you came so hard," Joe said, wishing he could see her face as she hung on his words, and also see her face as she was about to come. He'd always loved the vulnerable look of a woman when she was on the brink of an orgasm.
"Oh fuck, Uncle Joe, I need a good hammering so bad," Maxine said, before she collapsed on the floor while her orgasm ripped through her, soaking her panties and pantyhose.
"Good girl," Joe said as she listened to her cumming.
"Thank you," Maxine said weakly, as her orgasm usurped all the energy from her body. Usually her masturbatory orgasms were weaker than the ones from having sex, but this one, and the previous one with Uncle Joe, had both shaken her to the core.
"Anytime you're hungry," Joe offered.
"I may have to move in, then," Maxine joked, as she lay on the bathroom floor still trembling in the afterglow of her intense orgasm, and still able to taste the lingering aftertaste of his.
"Feel free," Joe chuckled. He then worried, "Did I call you a slut just now?"
"Twice."
"I'm so sorry," he apologized sincerely. "When I get in the heat of the moment, I can get pretty verbal."
"No worries, I thought it was pretty hot," Maxine admitted, "although it did surprise me."
"I'm just full of surprises," Joe joked.
"Oh, yes you are," Maxine agreed.
That night, Maxine partly reminiscing over Joe's amazing dick, and partly feeling guilty for cheating on her husband, since giving their neighbour a friendly hand job was rather harmless, but sucking his dick and swallowing his load, before getting herself off right in front of him, was undoubtably crossing a line or two, sucked Charlie until he shot his load down her throat while he watched sports... something she hadn't done since before their attempts to get pregnant when his every load had gone into her pussy.
Charlie couldn't help but wonder if his wife's sudden sexual hunger was because of their Uncle Joe's cock, and he also wondered if she had any clue he'd jerked him off, but deep down he decided it didn't really matter, since their sex life had been wonderfully rekindled. And although he'd jerked off a more than sixty-five-year-old man, that didn't make him gay or anything. At least that was what he kept telling himself... while ignoring that he'd spent hours online reading stories about guys who considered themselves straight. While all of them sucked dick or got ass fucked... neither of which remotely interested Charlie... he just found Uncle Joe's cock intriguing.
During the next couple of days, Maxine habitually sucked Uncle Joe's cock, swallowed his load, got herself off, and then came home and didn't confess anything, but fucked Charlie's brains out.
Charlie was worried about Monday, when he'd be seeing Joe's cock again. The good news was he definitely wasn't gay, since he loved Maxine's body and the taste of her pussy, although even more so when it was a creampie, and he loved fucking her.
Maxine was more than a little devastated about having to leave for a few days. Uncle Joe's big cock, his creamy loads, his dirty talk that got nastier each time she sucked his cock, swallowing down his creamy big loads, then getting fucked by Charlie and having him eat her creampie, which he now seemed to crave almost as much as she craved Uncle Joe, had been the most sexually pleasurable period in her life.
Charlie was devasted too. He'd loved the last few days of marathon sex. He'd enjoyed the creampies, but he was extremely worried about bathing Uncle Joe again.
Monday night, Maxine was arriving at her hotel just as Charlie was again bathing Joe. Again, Joe was hard. Again, Joe requested a hand job. Again, Charlie obliged. Again, Charlie got hard too.
Tuesday night Joe asked, as Charlie was again stroking him, "Are you hard, Charlie?"
"What?" Charlie asked, even though he'd heard and understood the question perfectly clearly.
"Is your dick hard?" Joe asked. "In my experience, most men who jerk me off, or who suck me, get rock hard."
"Oh... um... I..." Charlie babbled, not wanting to admit he was turned on by this naked man.
"It's okay Charlie, it's perfectly natural to get excited by another man's cock, especially when it's big and it's hard."
"It is?" Charlie asked, humiliated to be hard, and desperate for a way to justify his condition.
"Yeah, man," Joe nodded. "A dick is actually a very majestic thing."
"Yours certainly is," Charlie said while staring at it, and then realizing what he'd said, stammered, "I mean it's impressive."
"Yeah, I was very blessed," Joe said, then asked, even though he knew the answer, "Are you similarly blessed?"
"Not really," Charlie admitted.
"It's okay," Joe said. "Size matters, but so does intimacy."
"I guess," Charlie said.
"So fess up, are you hard?"
"Yeah," he admitted.
"Don't be ashamed," Joe said. "Military men, politicians, athletes, married men, almost all of them generally straight, have all gotten hard while sucking my dick."
"How did you even find that out?" Charlie asked, having read quite a bit online in the last few days about straight men who discover they love sucking dick, although usually they were men in their forties, and Charlie was more than a decade from reaching that milestone of middle age.
"In the military, most of the women and a few guys end up being the cock suckers and bottom bitches for the troops," Joe explained, setting Charlie up to become comfortable with the idea of becoming his next cock sucker, and inevitably his bottom bitch, too. "And once any man sees my dick, he becomes curious. It's just human nature."
"It is?" Charlie asked, even after a lot of reading, including erotica gay stories, and even watching some gay porn, which he hated to admit turned him on... not the men... he didn't find men arousing at all... but their cocks were exciting... and Joe's had awakened a side of him he hadn't known existed... he was now a man obsessed with big dicks.
"Are you curious?" Joe asked.
"I don't know," Charlie lied... he was definitely curious.
"Well, in Vietnam we'd often fuck ladyboys, guys who looked feminine, or occasionally who were a mixture of both genders," he continued.
"Shemales?" Charlie asked, having watched a lot of them lately, considering a woman with a cock the best of both worlds. He could admire, drool over, and fantasize about stroking that cock, even sucking that cock, something that had just begun to intrigue him much to his confusion, and yet he'd still be with a sexy woman... it was a lot less gay.
"Yeah, there are lots of them in Asia, they're particularly noticeable in Bangkok, and they can really take an anal reaming," Joe described, recalling fucking three in a row one night back In Those Wild Days. "But usually I ended up getting blown, or fucking another soldier, and even a general once. Truth is, I've always loved my ability to turn straight men into eager cock suckers." Joe realized after he said that, he might have been a little overly transparent about his current plan.
"Crazy," Charlie said, as he wondered idly what it would feel like to have Joe's cock in his mouth.
Joe decided the seed was planted and germinating nicely, and although he'd planned to turn him into a cocksucker tomorrow, he figured there was no better time than the present. Charlie was horny. Charlie was still stroking his cock. And Charlie kept asking for more information. He wanted to suck his first cock. No, he needed to. "Help me out of the tub, Charlie."
"You don't want to come?" Charlie asked, surprised, and oddly disappointed. He'd also learned from jerking off Joe and watching porn, that seeing cum erupting from a cock was really hot.
"Oh, I do," Joe said, "just not this way."
"Oh," Charlie said, unsure what Joe meant. Joe isn't thinking I'm going to suck him, is he? he thought to himself as he let go of the glorious hard cock and helped Joe out of the tub.
"Dry me off," Joe instructed, something he'd previously done for himself with Charlie. All Charlie had needed to do was hand him the towel.
"Oh, okay," Charlie said, as he grabbed the towel and dried Uncle Joe's back and stomach.
"My legs too," Joe mentioned.
"Sure," Charlie said, as he knelt down and was suddenly facing that big, hard, fat cock pointing directly at him like a gun ready to fire.
"See anything you like?" Joe asked.
"What? No," Charlie lied.
"Go ahead, Charlie, we both know what you want to do," Joe said, knowing his breaking point was so close and inevitable. Although he couldn't see Charlie's face, he'd been in this identical situation many times, where a straight man was staring at his cock in complete confusion.
"But I'm married," Charlie replied, instead of a blunt no, or a fuck off, like any truly straight person would have said.
"It's not cheating," Joe said. "Maxine doesn't have a cock, so you can't suck hers."
He had a point. No way would Charlie ever fuck another woman, but this wasn't another woman, it was a man. "I don't know," Charlie said, still dithering, his temptation growing as he stared at this cock just a couple inches from his mouth.
"I can feel your hot breath on my dick, Charlie," Joe said. "You can't deny what you want. You want to suck my cock, don't you?"
"I'm... well... I mean... yeah... I guess I kind of do," Charlie said.
"You can't kind of want to do something," Joe pointed out, "either you do or you don't," he said. "Which is it?"
"I do, I do," Charlie admitted. "It's just I'm not gay."
"Sucking dick isn't gay, getting ass fucked isn't even gay, since your most intense erogenous zone is your prostate, which is adjacent to your ass," Joe explained, mostly believing this. "On the other hand, kissing a guy is gay. Dating a guy is gay. Sucking cock is just a man exploring his feminine side. A side the bullshitters tell us we're supposed to keep hidden and pretend doesn't exist."
Everything Joe said made perfect sense. He still loved Maxine. He would still fuck Maxine. He just wanted to suck cock as well, which was really just an extension of eating the creampies he'd recently been dining on, much to his and his wife's pleasure.
Knowing Charlie's silence was only a last moment of questioning himself, Joe brought his dick to Charlie's lips and ordered, "Open up, Charlie. It's time to suck my big cock."
Feeling the hard, smooth head touching his lips was the final straw, as Charlie mindlessly opened his mouth and leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the fat cock head.
"There you go," Joe moaned. "You're going to love being a cock sucker!"
'Cock sucker' was a term used in almost every gay story he'd read, in many of the articles he'd read, and in some of the videos. It was often utilized to humiliate, to categorize, to create a clear hierarchy between a top and a bottom. Yet as Charlie began slowly to bob back and forth, the term being applied to himself turned him on. He didn't know why. But as his cock throbbed in his pants, he thought to himself, I'm a cock sucker. And I want to be a damn good cock sucker!
"Yeah, take your time, cock sucker," Joe moaned. "Get used to being on your knees; get used to having a cock in your mouth."
Oddly, Charlie responded only with a heartfelt moan.
"Notice how natural it feels to be on your knees, how natural it feels to have a big cock in your mouth," Joe continued, using his years of psychology studies, all on his own through books and later the internet, to train Charlie to accept who he was, to be comfortable with who he was.
As Joe spoke, Charlie couldn't help but notice those things. Stroking Joe's cock in the tub had been fun, but awkward... there was just something that kept it from feeling natural. But on his knees, he now felt an internal warmth, as if he was wrapped in a warm blanket, as if he were returning to a home he'd never been to before. And this cock in his mouth... felt like an extension of his being. It was like having a lollipop in his mouth, but longer, thicker, warmer, and pulsing. Just bobbing smoothly on it, indeed felt like home.
"Slowly take more and more of it in your mouth, Charlie," Joe instructed, where Charlie was a little surprised to hear his actual name. For some reason, with a dick in his mouth he didn't want to be called Charlie. Maybe he should be Charlene, or simply the generic term cock sucker. He didn't wish to be connected with his masculine side at all... only his feminine side.
For a couple minutes, Joe just enjoyed the blow job. It was obvious this was Charlie's first time, which made it hotter, and yet it wasn't quite making his balls boil.
Charlie kept trying to take a little bit more in his mouth. Maxine could easily take his entire cock inside her mouth, and he wanted to be able to do that too. But... Uncle Joe was a good three inches longer, so he wondered if even his wife could take all eight inches in her mouth.
"Now go faster, cock sucker," Joe ordered, "show me how much you love sucking my cock, how badly you want to taste my cum once I explode in your mouth."
More humiliation, which triggered a longing in his own hard cock, as he most certainly did want to feel Uncle Joe blast his load into his mouth. He bobbed faster, more urgently, quickly getting accustomed to having this dick in his mouth.
"Oh yeah, you must really want to taste my cum," Joe said, as his balls finally began to boil. "Charlie, I bet you look really hot with my dick in your mouth!"
Charlie couldn't fathom looking hot like this, but he didn't slow down, until he suddenly felt hands grasping his head.
"My turn to take charge and fuck that face of yours, cock sucker," Joe announced, as he held Charlie's head firmly and began to face fuck him.
Charlie breathed through his nose and focused on not gagging, as Uncle Joe's dick started going deeper into his mouth than before. He couldn't explain it, since this should be the last thing he'd allow another man to do to him, but he was so hard, so excited. Being the man in charge in his bedroom was fun and what was expected of him (although there wasn't much of that lately), but being the submissive one, being told what to do, having things done to him rather than his being the one doing them, his just needing to obey without deciding anything... was confusingly exhilarating.
"Oh yeah, I'll be fucking this mouth a lot from now on, cock sucker," Joe clarified, thinking he would now to be able to drop a load every day regardless of which spouse came over to bathe him.
"Mmmmmmm," Charlie inadvertently responded, moaning at the idea of being a regular cock sucker for Uncle Joe. Yes, he loved getting head. Loved fucking. Loved his wife. But this was a whole new world of sexual perversion, and he was completely drawn in by Uncle Joe's dick, and the idea of sucking it.
"You like this? You want to be my ongoing cock sucker?" Joe asked, pulling out of Charlie's mouth.
Charlie didn't even hesitate, he was so completely captivated by Joe's cock, Joe's dominant persona, and his own surprising natural lust and willing obedience, "Yes, Uncle Joe. I want to be your cock sucker going forward."
"I can be pretty demanding," Joe warned, as he slid his cock back into the married man's mouth and began to really face fuck him, ready or not, all of his eight inches invading his new cock sucker's mouth.
Charlie gagged a little, but he just focused on allowing his mouth and throat to be used for this man's pleasure, which had his cock raging.
"Oh yeah, get ready," Joe said, about to do what he always did to first time cock suckers. It was his thing, he'd give them a taste of his cum before pulling out and splattering the cock sucker's face... a baptism by sprinkling of sorts.
"Mmmmmmm," Charlie moaned on the cock, wishing Uncle Joe to know he was ready to swallow his first load of man cum directly from the source.
"Fuck, here it comes, cock sucker," Joe grunted, as the first rope exploded in Charlie's mouth.
Charlie began to swallow it all, as he felt the cock pulse between his lips, but then he gasped as the cock suddenly backed out of his mouth, and next he felt the surprisingly warm cum splattering onto his face!
"Take it all," Joe groaned, as the last three ropes coated Charlie's face, or at least he assumed they did.
Charlie felt both intense shame and excitement at receiving this facial. This was a welcome addition to his humiliation, a facial from another guy... and it also made his hard-throbbing dick beg for attention.
"Now clean me up," Joe ordered, as he slid his spent but still hard cock back into Charlie's mouth, and allowed him to nurse out any last remnants of cum.
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Charlie sucked slowly, hoping to taste more cum, as he felt most of it slowly oozing down his face.
"Yeah, just enjoy my cock, cock sucker," Uncle Joe groaned. "And understand it's a privilege being allowed to worship and service my big dick."
Charlie couldn't agree more! He was undeniably in lust with Uncle Joe's dick. He didn't want this to end. But once it was over... then what? How did you behave normally with someone shortly after you sucked his dick? Was there etiquette for such a situation? If so, what would it even look like?
A minute later, Joe pulled out and said gruffly, suddenly man to man, "Thanks, Charlie. I needed that."
"Yeah, no problem," Charlie said, still on his knees.
"Sorry about the cock sucker name calling," Joe said. "I get a little rough and dominant in the heat of the moment."
"No worries," Charlie said, and then added for reasons he couldn't explain, "I kind of liked it."
"You did, did you?"
"I mean, it was okay," Charlie said, realizing how pathetic he sounded.
"Dude, it's okay, you just sucked your first cock, I'm sure you're still trying to process that."
"I can't believe I just did it."
"Did you like it?"
"I did," Charlie admitted, knowing he couldn't lie to Charlie, he'd always been able to see right through him.
"Well, I think you're a natural at it," Joe complimented, when in truth he found most men were naturals when given the opportunity to suck a dick.
"Really?" Charlie asked, his head still spinning at what he'd done.
"Oh yeah, you have a great cock sucking mouth," Joe complimented.
"That's the strangest compliment I never imagined getting," Charlie chuckled awkwardly.
"Still hard?"
"Yeah."
"Need to come?"
"Yeah."
"Don't," Joe said. "Save it for Maxine."
"That may be problematic," Charlie said, "she's still three days away."
"Good point," Joe admitted, but left it at that.
That night Charlie jerked off to shemale porn.
The next day and the one after that, he sucked Joe's cock. The first time he swallowed his load and got a total high from taking such a massive amount in his mouth. The second time he took a complete facial, which was also exciting. He couldn't explain why, but he was now addicted to cum. It had begun with eating his own load out of his wife's pussy, then culminated with his first time sucking Joe. Cum from either source had an odd, slightly salty taste. Cum felt so good splattering his face. He couldn't get enough of it!
On the morning Maxine was coming home, Charlie went over and savoured a nice cum breakfast, sucking Uncle Joe's cock while Joe listened to the morning news.
Maxine caught an earlier flight home, craving Joe's cock, but she didn't tell Charlie. When the Uber dropped her off at her house, instead of going inside to greet her husband, she went directly to Uncle Joe's, left her suitcase just inside his entrance, and found Joe watching television. Or rather, of course, listening to television.
"Miss me?" Maxine asked, dressed in sexy sheer stockings he couldn't see, but would soon feel.
"You're back," Joe said, as he suddenly felt Maxine sitting in his lap.
"I am," Maxine said, and repeated, "Did you miss me?"
"A little," Joe said, as he moved his hand to her legs. "Mmmmm, I've wanted to feel these silky legs for years."
"You like my nylon-clad legs?" she asked, knowing her legs were amazing, and knowing nylons were a secret weapon that few women still used anymore even though men loved them.
"Yeah; you dressed up for me?"
"Is that bad?" Maxine purred, as she wiggled her ass and felt his big cock stirring beneath her.
"Miss my cock?" Joe asked.
"Maybe a little," Maxine said coyly.
"Only a little?" Joe cross examined the attorney, as he reached his hand under her dress and felt the tops of her stockings. "Mmmmmm, nice."
"Okay, a lot," Maxine admitted. "I can't ever stop thinking about your big cock, Uncle Joe."
"And you came right here before even going home?" Joe asked, as his hand disappeared under her dress.
"Is that bad?" Maxine asked coyly, as she parted her legs some more.
"Only if you're not my little slut," he said, moving his hand to her shaved pussy and discovering she was commando. "You dressed for easy access; you really want my cock, don't you?"
"I really do, Uncle Joe," Maxine said, as she allowed him to trace her pussy with his fingers. "I haven't been able to stop thinking of your cock since I left."
"Then why don't you take it out?"
"Mmmmmmm, no reason, Uncle Joe," she purred, excited to see the cock she'd been dreaming about and masturbating about all week. She quickly dropped to her knees, fished it out, and took it into her mouth.
"Did I give you permission to suck me?" Joe asked dominantly.
Maxine was surprised, and she backed off and apologised, "Sorry. Don't you want me to suck you?"
"Actually, I want you to give me a nylon-clad foot job."
"Oh, I've never done that before," she said, as she got onto the couch and brought her feet to his cock.
"Good girl," he moaned, his firm tone now melted away, as he felt her nylon soles touching his dick. He hadn't had this done to him in over a decade.
"You like this, Uncle Joe?" she asked, happy she still did yoga regularly, and thus this was physically easy to do.
"Yeah, my sexy married slut," he said, always enjoying reminding a married woman she was indeed married.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Maxine said.
"I can," he said. "Big cocks have the power to turn good girls into naughty, cock craving, cum swallowing sluts."
"Check and check," she said, her pussy burning as she admired his big dick.
"Horny?"
"You've already felt my pussy, it's soaked."
"Then why don't you come and sit on Uncle Joe's lap?" he suggested, deciding it was time to fuck this hot insatiable slut.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Maxine asked. Yes, she certainly did want to feel that dick in her pussy. Yes, yes, yes! But, that would be an entirely new level of cheating. A hand job? Semi innocent. A blow job? Kind of bad. Foot job? Back down to relatively innocent. But fucking another man was bad, bad, bad!
"I'm telling you to get over here and drop that wet pussy on my cock," Joe said with total clarity. "I can't count the number of times you've sat on my lap and left me high and hard. But today I'm finally going to get some of that young pussy of yours."
"God, that's so tempting," Maxine admitted as she stared at his cock. She'd fantasized about Joe's dick in her pussy... literally every day this week... but although fantasy was amazing and had led to a few good orgasms in the hotel, reality was suddenly looming before her so excitingly... but also so scarily.
"Now, slut," he ordered. "You don't have much time before Charlie starts wondering where you are."
"Shit, I never told him I was coming home early," Maxine said, realizing he was likely already driving to the airport to pick her up.
"That omission was deliberate, so you could stop by and get fucked by me," Joe said.
"Not fucked per se, but I definitely wanted some alone time with you and your cock," Maxine admitted readily, still slowly rubbing his cock with her feet.
"You knew I'd want to fuck you, didn't you?"
"I wasn't sure," she said, having wondered if that would be the natural progression.
"And you've fantasized about having my big cock in that tight pussy of yours, haven't you?" he pushed, knowing the answer.
"Yes," she admitted.
"Often?"
"Yes."
"So get that slut pussy over here and sit on my lap, Maxine," Joe ordered firmly. "You need this even more than I do."
"Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this," Maxine said, as she took her feet off his cock, stood, up, crawled across the sofa to him, and slowly, deliberately, lowered herself onto his eight-inch missile.
"Good girl," Joe moaned, as he smiled, feeling the wet pussy lowering itself on his cock.
"Don't you mean I'm a bad girl? "Maxine asked, torn between playful and fatalistic as she sat on his lap and took his entire eight inches in her pussy... then feeling so full. Eight inches was substantially more filling than five.
"You love being my bad girl, don't you?" he asked, as she sat down completely on his lap.
"I know it's so wrong," she said, "but I just can't say no to you."
"Because you're my slut, right Maxine?"
"Yes, Uncle Joe, I'm your slut," Maxine moaned as she began to slowly grind on him.
"I'm going to be fucking this pussy all the time from now on."
"I can't say no to you, Uncle Joe," Maxine moaned, as she rested her hands on his knees for balance and added, "or to your big fat cock."
"I know," Joe groaned, enjoying her wet, tight pussy.
"Fuck, you're so big, "Maxine moaned.
"And you're so tight."
"I won't be, once you drill my pussy a time or two," Maxine said, enjoying this slow riding, but really wanting to be bent over and pounded from behind. Or tossed onto her back, her legs spread wide, and really drilled.
"You particularly love being a submissive slut on your knees, don't you?" Uncle Joe surmised; most women did, from his experience.
"I do love a man who knows what he wants, and takes it."
"Get on all fours on the couch, my cock hungry slut," he ordered.
"Yes Uncle Joe!" she complied very eagerly.
Joe got up slowly, felt around for her hips, adjusted his position behind her, and slid inside.
"Ooooooooh, yes, Uncle Joe," she moaned loudly, as all eight inches filled her again.
"Tell me what you want, Maxine," Joe demanded as he began fucking her... neither slow nor fast. "And I want details, don't hold back."
"I want you to fuck me rough and hard! To pull my hair! Call me names! Make me your complete fuck toy!" Maxine listed, so filled with lust that she uttered words that had never escaped her lips before.
Joe moved his hands to her hips and obliged, now slamming into her.
"Mother fucker!" she screamed, as the cock somehow went even deeper than she'd thought possible.
"This pussy is mine to use whenever I want from now on," Joe growled, as he slammed into her.
"Oh yes, Uncle Joe, you own my pussy," Maxine agreed, the pleasure growing inside her unlike anything she'd ever felt before... as she discovered that yes indeed, size fucking matters.
"Yeah, I'm going to wear this pussy out," he said, slamming his body into Maxine, who was moaning loudly.
"Oh fuck yes, I love your dick fucking me!" Maxine moaned, as an orgasm was already rising from just a single minute of hard drilling.
Joe reached out, grabbed her hair and pulled, while not slowing down his pounding of the much younger woman.
"Oh yes, use me, treat me like the slut you've turned me into!" Maxine babbled, so close to orgasm.
"Come for me slut, come all over my big cock," Joe demanded, now fiercely yanking her hair, and slamming his entire body into hers.
"Oh yes, fuck, Uncle Joe," Maxine babbled. "So close... oh fuck... Joe... fuck... fuck... fuck... yes Joe!!!!"
"That's it, slut," Joe said, as he felt her come, feeling her wetness tornado-ing around his thrusting cock.
"Oooooooooh," was all Maxine could utter, as the most intense orgasm of her life by far ripped through her.
Joe fucked her for another minute through her orgasm, not yet ready to come himself, and wishing to give this sexy vixen multiple orgasms.
"So good," Maxine said as he kept pumping her pussy, a second orgasm seeming to be rising even as the first refused to fade away... something she'd never had happen before... she never had multiple orgasms from sex.
"The best big cock sluts come at least twice, my sexy slut," Joe said, continuing to slam into her.
"I've never come twice," Maxine admitted, as the whirlpool of her first orgasm was blended into the rising tide of another.
"Never say never, my cock slut," Joe said, really giving it to her from behind now... his load beginning to rise... he was happy he'd deposited a load down her husband's mouth a few hours ago.
"Oh God, I've never felt anything like this," she groaned, as her pleasure consumed every corpuscle of her body.
"I know slut, and you'll never be the same," he added, hoping he could outlast her, even though her wet, tight pussy felt fucking amazing!
"Fuck me, fuck your slut," Maxine begged after a couple more minutes of hard pounding, wanting to show him how nasty a slut she could be for him.
"Oh yeah, this is pristine pussy," Joe said, getting the best workout he'd gotten in years.
"Just like your perfect cock," Maxine moaned, her second orgasm now taking centre stage and rising quickly, unlike anything she'd ever felt before.
"Now come for me slut, come for me again," Joe ordered urgently, knowing he was about to bust a nut, but still hoping she'd beat him to it.
"Oh yes Uncle Joe, fuck, oh my God, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she screamed, glad her husband was on the way to the airport, or he would have definitely heard her screams of ecstasy echoing throughout the duplex building.
"Now, slut!" Joe demanded, about to explode.
"Yesssssssss," she screamed, as her second orgasm of this fuck session swarmed through her.
"Oh fuck, yes," Joe groaned, feeing her wetness as she came, making his balls boil and without issuing any warning to Maxine, he unloaded his load deep into the fertile woman's pussy.
"Oh Joe, no," Maxine moaned, as she felt his load filling her unprotected womb. She made no attempt to escape though, as Joe spewed a huge load into her.
"Don't worry, slut," Joe said reassuringly. "I've deposited hundreds of loads into hundreds of women, without ever resulting in a child."
"So good," she moaned, her entire body usurped of energy.
"Fuck," Joe groaned, as he collapsed onto her, he too completely exhausted.
"Thank you," she whispered, as her orgasm continued to quake through her entire body.
"Anytime, my sexy slut," he said generously (yeah, so incredibly generous), his dick still inside her.
Ten minutes later, cum still slightly leaking from her well-fucked pussy, she was dressed and phoning her husband, "Hey, babe, where are you?"
"Just parking at the airport."
"What? Why?" she feigned surprise.
"To pick you up, of course," he replied, puzzled, the question rather odd.
"I just got home," she said. "I texted you this morning I was returning early and I'd take an Uber."
"I didn't get any text."
"Give me a second." She waited a moment and then said, "Shoot, I guess I didn't press send. Sorry!"
"Well, I guess I'm on my way home without needing to park."
"See you soon."
"Okay."
They said goodbye, and Maxine took her suitcase and went home. She showered and douched, she put on some lingerie, and when he returned, they fucked.
For the next month, Joe fucked Maxine almost every day; he also got head from Charlie a couple days a week.
A month after that, Maxine learned she was pregnant.
She couldn't believe it!
The old bugger had knocked her up!
Partly she was thrilled... she could finally have the child she'd always wanted. Or rather they could have the child they wanted. Yet Charlie wasn't stupid, so he could easily put two and two together, and possibly file for a divorce.
Epilogue:
Maxine didn't wait more than a day before gathering the courage to tell Charlie everything... the hand jobs, the blow jobs, the fucking, and that she was pregnant with a child that obviously wasn't his.
Charlie was shocked... but also relieved. He felt profound relief from the excessive guilt he'd been burdened with from being Joe's secret cock sucker. That was greatly subdued by learning his wife had been doing Uncle Joe too. He was also excited she was pregnant... she was literally glowing. Uncle Joe had given her... them!... the child he'd been unable to. Divorce her? Unthinkable!
Charlie came clean too. The hand jobs. The blow jobs. His addiction to cum.
Maxine was as shocked as Charlie had been when she told him about her infidelities. But she couldn't blame him any more than he'd blamed her, which after a few worrisome moments had been no blame at all.
Then after a lengthy silence, they both broke out in boisterous laughter... upon realizing what a sly devil Uncle Joe was, and how masterfully they'd both been played. And now with everything out in the open, there was no way either of them would start leaving him alone.
They agreed to keep the child... of course... and to raise it as their own. Uncle Joe didn't look all that different from an older version of Charlie, so nobody except the three of them ever needed to know.
Over the next six months Uncle Joe fucked Maxine regularly, got blown by Charlie regularly, and even did them both together on a few occasions. Charlie was amazed at how exciting he found the sight of his wife being fucked by their dear old Uncle Joe.
The ninth month though, Maxine was exhausted so Charlie became Joe's regular cum deposit. Several times she came along to watch her two men... the dominant and the submissive... playing together.
Then one day, Maxine knew it was time... the baby was coming. She waddled next door, since Charlie was over there taking care of Joe, and she walked in just in time to witness her husband spewing a load all over the floor while dressed only in pink stockings, as he was ass fucked by Joe.
"Hey, you've never done my ass," Maxine complained good naturedly.
"I thought you were a good girl," Joe quipped, as he spewed a load into the moaning sissy husband.
"Maxine!" Charlie gasped, this even more embarrassing then revealing he was a cock sucker.
"I see you're trying to replace me as our Uncle Joe's girlfriend," Maxine accused, a little playfully, but also a little jealous her husband was getting that big dick, while she felt like a beached whale.
"Just until you're back on your feet," Joe said.
"Or on my knees?"
"Of course," Joe agreed. "I bet you'll love my dick in your ass."
"Or a double penetration?" Maxine said, mentioning something she'd fantasized about on occasion. "Oooooooooh," Maxine then said, bending over, as she felt about a pint of wetness spilling out of her.
"Honey," Charlie said, quickly reverting to the loving, concerned husband, even though he was still bent over with a dick in his ass.
"My water just broke," she said, looking down at a puddle.
"Oh shit," Charlie said.
"Get going," Joe said, slapping his bottom's ass... one he'd been fucking for the past two weeks after a very easy turn.
"Right, right," Charlie said, as he quickly went and grabbed his jeans.
"You can finish in his ass first, Uncle Joe, I can wait a little while," Maxine offered generously, a little turned on to see her husband get ass fucked.
"Thanks for the generous offer," Joe said. "But I already did."
"Next time I want to watch," Maxine said.
"Of course," Joe said.
Nine hours later, they had a healthy baby girl.
They named her Josephine. Surprisingly, Charlie was the one who suggested the name.
Four weeks later, Maxine got to watch her husband, dressed in sexy lingerie, get ass fucked while moaning like a bitch in heat.
Four more weeks later, Maxine discovered the joys of anal sex.
A week after that, while her mom looked after Josephine, Maxine discovered the pleasure of hosting cocks in her pussy and her ass at the same time.
A few weeks after that, Maxine (and Charlie) discovered the joys of pegging.
And although another heart attack would eventually take their beloved Uncle Joe away from them, he'd forever changed their life... had rekindled their marriage, given them a daughter, and in his will had left them everything... not just title to the house... but the more than $800,000 he had in his investment account.