I begin to explore the concept of "soft cucking", when the man and woman dance around the giant dick in the room, and what it's there for.
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Adam was already awake when Edna came home. Lying in bed, he heard a car pull into the driveway, and half expected a door to open and close. But instead he heard the car linger, the engine humming. Finally, after what seemed like an hour – though it was really 15 minutes – he heard the car door open, a giggle, the car door close and the car pullback from the driveway and pull off with aggression. He then heard the click of high heels head toward the side rear door, keys jingling and the door open.
He heard all this, lying in bed, staring into the darkness, awaiting his wife to come home and come inside from her night out. It was her sixth night out in the past ten nights. Twelve nights ago, she had discovered Adam’s recent obsession with online sex workers and real-life whores.
Adam’s obsession got the better of his judgement, not least of these his consideration to hide his indiscretions with some effort. Edna had used his laptop to retrieve some documents, and upon opening it, found three open chat dialogue boxes, and an open internet browser with several tabs opened to pornographic sites. What first appeared to be lewd images of a normal man being obsessed with porn soon showed itself to be something far more sinister, and a confirmation of what Edna had felt and feared the previous months. The dialogue boxes included chat about past meet-ups and plans for future ones; one dialogue specified cum-stained panties being delivered for cash, in person, and with much appreciation from each person. The web browsers weren’t merely porn sites, but actual escort sites, no less than two tabs opened for transexual sites; indeed, one tab was opened to a search page results for the term “black tranny escort”. There was even a tab opened to a social media page, in which the profiler – presumably Adam – followed and was followed by what seemed to be nothing but sex workers, strippers, escorts, transexuals and social media “models”.
Edna was shocked by the content, but not necessarily by the images. Adam, a year earlier, had gotten her into porn, watching crude anal videos with her. This happened in response to Edna indicating that she felt a lull in their relationship, and Adam concurred. His idea was to bring her into his obsession – mild, as he termed it – with anal porn, particularly that which included large dicks. He explained to her that the image of a dick, sans condom, pistoling in and out of a gaped asshole, especially one that is well loosened and all too accommodating, enthralled him. At first, she wasn’t sure but enjoyed that he shared this with her. She then enjoyed that he was enthused to arouse himself to the images and videos with her. Soon, she simply enjoyed the large dicks and loose assholes herself.
This exciting new development did not last. The lull in their relationship returned, and Adam became all too busy to continue their new hobby. Or was he not interested in enjoying the porn with her any longer? Though she was not sure, she often found herself in their bedroom watching anal porn alone, when Adam went to his cousin’s, Tony. Or when he visited his parents, which seemed more frequently. Soon after, she was watching them in her work bathroom more than a few times throughout the week. No less than three times during a dinner party at one of her friend’s, she would dip away to the bathroom to pee and cum while watching double anal porn scenes and pictures.
At work, as her infatuation with porn developed, she began to view her co-worker, Alton, a muscular black man at 6’2, with a new perspective. Once, in the company gym, after 2 orgasms were not enough to quell an unusual horniness, which she had worked up that day, she saw Alton walk towards the men’s locker room. She also noted an absurd bulge that she could hardly believe was real and was allowed! Though they had a cordial work-relationship that was strictly professional, she decided to test those boundaries. She messaged him randomly to chat and ask about his weekends, and that developed into lunches and after work drinks that included all sorts of topics, including anal porn and big dicks. Alton always seemed to treat these more extreme conversations with tact, never assuming he could make a move on Edna, nor implying that Edna herself should be ass-fucked by large dicks. But Edna loved the energy she sensed between them, and always seemed to allow herself to get more and more wet around Alton, always probing his thoughts about various erotic topics. When he confessed that he sold guns illegally, she blurted out that he most definitely must have had an anal threesome with two girls. She quickly apologized. Alton laughed and said, “Yea, maybe. But shhhhhh…”.
Edna stared at the laptop screens and felt disgusted and betrayed. She confronted Adam who admitted to everything, though it was not quite what she expected. He admitted to meeting three sex workers he met online, but said they never had intercourse. The most he had gone was to “second base” with one girl. “She brought her nipples to my face and I instinctively sucked it.” What he wanted was to be mildly tortured. This meant that he wanted the girls to get wet and hover their pussies, panties on, over his face until he came in his pants. He explained the cum-stained panty chat. He paid a woman, who in turn arranged for a man to cum on her pussy and in her panties; wearing the panties, she met Adam at a motel, removed them and handed them over.
When asked about the Tranny escorts, he admits that there he was playing with fire. He had never met one but was becoming obsessed with black trannies who had large dicks. He wanted to find a tranny who had freshly fucked or been fucked, and torture him: Hover her freshly fucked asshole or dick over his face until he came in his pants. He provided as much evidence as he can to support his claim, from online bank statements to his browser and search history, that he never had intercourse and the extent of his trysts.
Edna believed him, which seemed to be even more absurd. She felt betrayed, but not in the conventional sense. Why didn’t he bring her in on this obsession with “soft torture”? She expected him to admit to fucking whores and endangering her health, but instead she found he preferred to indulge a virtual fantasy, even when with a real sex worker in the room!
That night, she demanded he sleep on the living room couch. In the middle of that night, she awoke him to eat her ass, which he did prodigiously. She then turned around after five minutes, slapped him hard, and told Adam that may be the extent of his sexual contact with her.
The next day at work, Edna wore a short dress with fishnet stockings and a cardigan. She found Alton sitting in his cube, stepped in and approached him closely, her thighs brushing up against his arm. He did not flinch or budge, but merely looked up at her. She asked if he would be going to a club that night, to which he replied no, but the next night. She asked if she could join him and he affirmed. Then she showed him three photos in her phone, each of her in very provocative outfits, ranging from areola slippages to underboobs being prominent to butt cheeks showing. He coolly chose the pantsuit that showed mild areola. She replied, “Call me at 10 PM”, and walked away.
Adam stared, awaiting her to come into bed. Each night she returned from the club, she would react or behave in a different manner. On two occasions, she expelled him from the bedroom. On another two occasions, she flopped down next to him and masturbated, demanding he not touch her or himself. On four occasions she returned and passed out in various locations in the house. Last night she did not come home at all. She came at 7 PM, dressed not in her outrageous club outfit he last saw her in, but her normal work clothes. Edna showered and dressed in yet another club attire. She did apologize to Adam for staying out a near twenty-four hours, and said she ended up staying at her friend, Alton’s, and went to work from there. Adam directly asked, “Are y’all fucking? What the fuck is that about, Edna?”
“L. O. L. You have quite the fucking nerve to ask that. No, I’m not you. He hasn’t rubbed his giant head on my pussy lips, nor ‘hover’ it while it precums over my face,” she replied.
Adam felt as though he literally witnessed that which she just denied. Why would she say that? She apologized for being so mean just then, kissed him and asked Adam to wait up for her. Then she hurriedly left
He had always heard of Alton in passing. Beginning about three months prior, he noted that they texted frequently, which she acknowledged. She asked Adam if he preferred her to not text with Alton and assured him that nothing discussed was inappropriate. She even offered Adam to view the texts. Adam trusted Edna and declined. Edna lied, of course. The text messages with Alton were cordial and all was above board. But she instinctively knew that their lunch and break conversations were red flags.
Adam could hear Edna pout herself water and gulp it. She poured another glass and gulped that. Then a third. She walked into the bedroom and whispered, “Adam, are you awake?”
“I’m up”, he replied, not pretending to have been awakened or even slightly tired.
Through the streetlight coming in through the bedroom window, he could see her remove her dress. Adam felt a sense of shock through his chest when he saw she had no panties to remove. He clearly remembered her putting on a white sheer thong.
“What happened to your panties, Edna?”
She ignored him and climbed into bed naked, cuddling up next to Adam. The first time she had done such a thing. He put his arm around her, bringing her closer to him. He repeated the question when she settled in.
“Mmmmmm”, Edna purred, “I’m gonna have to go pee in a few. I want you to come watch.”
“What happened to them, Edna?”, Adam insisted.
“Some time before the first and fourth bottle, I took em off. Oh, and my boy Trae is coming by tomorrow afternoon.”