James was my weed connection. I loved the kid because he would deliver, coming from his residential neighborhood the downtown apartment I shared with my wife, Laura. He even spent the night at times, sleeping on the spare mattress on the floor parallel to ours.

James was a few years younger than Laura and me. He and I met through a mutual friend, and it wasn’t long before smoking a blunt with him became a regular thing when we all hung out. My wife didn’t smoke weed, but she had nothing against me doing it.

James came over enough times that he and Laura went from strangers to friends. There were times where I came home and found my wife cuddled up in my weed dealer’s arms, either on the couch or our mattress. I was happy she got along so well with him because I had no intentions of quitting my pot smoking habit.

One day when James dropped by, his shirt was soaked in sweat, as it was a scorcher outside. Asking if I had an extra shirt, I offered him one of mine, but it didn’t fit him. My shirt was way too small for a guy his height. My wife made some comment to James that made him laugh, something about her betting my shirt wasn’t the only thing that was small, in comparison to him. For a guy doused in his sweat, my wife was surprisingly touchy-feely with James’s chest and torso while they spoke.

Stoner Cuckold Stories: My Wife is In Bed With My Weed Dealer and I Can Hear Slurping Sounds

That night, James slept beside us, as he sometimes did when it got too late to take transit home. The weed he brought over knocked me out, but I could still feel vibrations on the mattress beside me. I could smell James’s chocolate-chip cookie breath while hearing a sound I can’t describe, a strange popping sound, mixed with what sounded like slurping and sucking. I even heard James laugh in my direction when my wife said something about never “seeing one so big before.” When I woke up the next morning, James had already left. I asked Laura, who was shaving her legs in the bathtub, about what she and James were up to after I had fallen asleep, but she just giggled and told me not to be so nosy.

A few days later I came home for lunch, something I rarely do, and walked in on James fucking someone in my bed! A wall between us covered up my vision of her. I could only see a glimpse of the girl’s smooth-as-silk legs wrapped around James’s ass, and her arms wrapped around his back. Not wanting to be a pervert, I immediately averted my eyes, apologized to the happy couple, and walked out. When I spoke to James later, I tried to get details from him about his little lunchtime rendezvous, but he wasn’t kissing and telling.

I had assumed Laura had lent James her keys. After all, how else would he have gained access to our apartment?

“I’ve Never seen anything that big before.” My wife said to my pot dealer

The same thing happened again days later. I came home for lunch, and this time, James was fucking what may have been the same girl, this time on the other side of my bed. The only part of her body I saw was her feet, which were up in the air. The raised eyebrow James gave me – while thrusting his pelvis into his girl rather aggressively – all but told me to get out. I meekly nodded to my weed dealer and let myself out.

I had no problem with James using my apartment as his fuck pad, as he didn’t leave a mess behind, save for a couple of magnum-sized condom wrappers on the floor.
My work schedule underwent a major change, and as such, I was working nights every weekend. Laura didn’t miss a beat, as far as her social life went. She still went out with our friends, even inviting James over to crash for the night several times.

What surprised me was that he slept with my wife on our mattress, instead of pulling out the one he usually lay on. Why would he want to share a bed when he could spread out on his own? The fogged-up windows I came home to when I came home on an early morning suggested that the place was hot enough to warrant sleeping separately, and yet they couldn’t have laid closer.

After quietly smoking a bowl of the strong weed James brought over for me, I pulled out the spare mattress beside them and passed out. I didn’t want to disturb their bliss. However, in a deep sleep, almost in a trance-like state and high as a kite, I could hear that strange sucking/slurping/popping noise coming from James and Laura.

When I woke up, I was the only one in the apartment. From the corner of my eye, I spotted one of James’s magnum-sized condom wrappers and wondered why I hadn’t seen it before I went to sleep.

James went out with us earlier that evening, and Laura he insisted he spend the night at our condo overnight before heading home in the morning. As I got ready for bed, I could hear murmuring, and in the mirror, could see James and Laura talking together quietly, face to face so that I couldn’t hear them. My wife crawled into bed, and James followed her into bed with a look of mischief on his face, which my wife seemed to match. He looked at me as if waiting for me to kick him out of my bed this time, and smirked at me when my eyes went down and said nothing to challenge him. Laughing, James shut the lamp in the room of.

“James, I can’t see, man,” I said in the dark.

“You’ll be all right,” James responded. This seemed to elicit a giggle from my wife.

I couldn’t sleep very well because Laura and James were whispering to each other for a while. I knew they were keeping their voices down so I could sleep, but it also felt like they didn’t want me to know what they were talking about. I wasn’t eavesdropping, but I did clear my throat to suggest they keep it down. After that, I decided to speak up.

“What are you guys doing up there?” I whispered in my wife and James’s direction.

“It’s none of your business what we’re doing,” James replied with an annoyed tone.

“Sorry, honey,” Laura said, giggling. “We didn’t mean to keep you up.”

James didn’t miss a beat talking to my girl. I at this point, I was eavesdropping.

“Naw, you’d never be able to fit it in that pretty little mouth of yours,” James said to Laura.

“Sucks that you’ve made up your mind about that.” She responded, smiling at him while fishing out his big cock.

My Wife Crawled Into Bed With the Big Cock Bully in Front of Me

Unbeknownst to me, Laura’s hand made its way into James’s boxer shorts. Her eyes were on his crotch, and his eyes were glued to her face, anticipating her reaction to seeing his big dick for the first time. Even though he knew she would be surprised, seeing her eyes widen and jaw drop made him smile ear-to-ear.

“I told you so.” He said to Laura, nonchalantly.

Laura expected it to be big, based on James’s boyish boasting earlier that night, but seeing it…touching it…was another thing. She couldn’t touch her thumb with her middle finger while gripping his massive penis.

“So this is what a beer-can cock looks like…” Laura said in jest, suddenly nervous and lost for words, not knowing what to do next.

She was thankful to feel James’s hand subtly grab the back of her head because she wanted a go-ahead to get a better look at it. Laura was worried that if she drove right in, James might mistake that for wanting to suck his dick. This was all very impromptu, and all she wanted to do was see his big dick. But the closer she got to it, the more she wanted to play with it…to touch it…to smell it…to taste it.

Laura couldn’t believe she was having these thoughts. James was her husband’s weed connection, for goodness sake. She wasn’t that tight with him, he was always just sort of around, and she was always cordial with him. But the seed planted in her head of James packing a huge cock made her look at him differently. He knew she wanted it, and he knew that she wasn’t getting the dicking she deserved from her husband.

James’s crotch had a manly scent, a mix of sweat, piss, and cum. It was an aphrodisiac to her nostrils, raunchy as it sounds. James didn’t shave his pubes, but there wasn’t a lot of hair there anyway.

Thanks to the Big Cock Bully, My Wife Knows What a Beer-Can Cock Looks Like

“You have a perfect penis.” She said with her face hovering over the big dick. Her lips were close enough to taste the pre-cum on the head while talking. “It’s so bigpmpphphhhhh–”

James took the initiative and pushed her face right onto his throbbing cock, his grip on the back of her head enforced, guiding her head up and down. He knew he shouldn’t have done this, that her husband — his dealer — was sleeping right under him. But he also hadn’t been laid in a very long time, and this chick was all over him. She wanted to give him the best blowjob ever. She might have been his angel, but at that moment, you would have never known it. She was worshiping his big dick like it was a fascinating thing she had ever seen.

James also realized she didn’t know the art of a cock suck. It was cute to see how she was struggling to pleasure him. Laura knew she was doing a bad job of it. She wasn’t sure how to suck cock, never wanting to, never even entertaining the thought. But James was so different from other guys in her life, the polar opposite of her husband. He was manly, cocky, aggressive, stronger, tough, and confident, an alpha male. Laura knew she wasn’t going to get another opportunity to see or touch a big dick like this again. She was holding and licking her new toy like an amateur, worried that James would put his dick back in his underwear for doing such a terrible job.

As He Looked Down at Her, My Wife Struggled to Worship the Big Cock Bully

James took initiative again and gripped her head with both hands, verbally guiding her through the technique. She figured out how to cover her teeth with her top lip and tongue, stroking his big dick as she sucked on his fat tool like a Popsicle. Laura understood that licking James’s dick was foreplay, but sucking it was the payoff. Even though this was her first time sucking big dick, once she got in the groove of things, she put all her energy into pleasing her husband’s big-cocked pot dealer. She was enjoying this strange experience, smelling, touching, and tasting a piece of meat. She was proud that she could make James’s huge cock pulsate and throb, and the verbal encouragement James was giving her while she blew him made her feel special.

James spread out his legs and arms, kicking back in bed chair, while Laura got more submissive and kneeled between James’s legs. She took breaks from sucking James’s massive cock by lapping up his balls, going as far as licking his taint.

She didn’t know what to do when James’s breathing became intense as she stroked his cock up and down in a faster motion, as per her instruction. She knew he was about to cum as he stood up. Laura had mixed feelings between stopping and grabbing a towel, or succumbing to the moment and letting him cum on her. James made that decision for her by gripping the top of Laura’s head with his left hand and pumping his big cock with his other hand.

Meanwhile, I lay on the floor oblivious to my friend and wife’s betrayal. I had no idea what they were doing. I had realized that the chatter had stopped, but was replaced by sounds I couldn’t quite identify. The kind of sound your lips make when you smooth them together. I was just happy they weren’t whispering anymore. I wanted to get some sleep!

Just as I was about to fall asleep, however, James began breathing weirdly. The kind of exhale you make when you’re curling a dumbbell. The bed began shaking a little as well, in sync with James’s breathing. Soon afterward, a plunging sound emerged, as if something was being stroked rapidly. Thankfully, it stopped, but another sound took its place, this one sounded like when you suck on a large candy that’s almost too big for your mouth. This wet popping sound kept popping up as well.

These sounds lasted for a while, though I couldn’t see the clock. His breathing suddenly became intense while the bed began to shake. James suddenly grunted, but not loudly. With my eyes open, a blotch of white, creamy liquid suddenly fell onto my mouth and cheeks. I looked up and saw that some more squirts were shot, this time on my headboards, and another shooting on the frame of the picture of my wife and I on my wedding day on the nightstand beside him. James was breathing like he had just run a mile on a treadmill. Whatever moisturizer he was squirting out, it tasted salty. I used my t-shirt to wipe up the goo.

The whispering began again as I saw James reach his arm out to grab a dry washcloth on the nightstand. Laura seemed to be holding back laughter while James told her something. Suddenly, my view was obstructed by a now wet washcloth, which landed on my face. The washcloth felt heavy as it absorbed so much lotion. Not wanting to put any to waste, I rubbed the soaked washcloth all over my face before flinging it in the wastebasket. My face started to harden though, so I wiped off the lotion, again using the t-shirt I was wearing. The whispering stopped though, as James was out like a light.

I woke up to the smell of bacon and saw that James and Laura were already out of bed. As I stretched, I realized the floor did a number on my back. I was surprised that I got any sleep at all. But once I’m out, I’m out, which explained why I didn’t hear my wife and James get out of bed.

The Big Cock Bully Sent Me Out for Coffee So He Could Fuck My Girl

When I got out of the bedroom, Laura greeted me with a smile as her arms were around James’s neck. James was facing her, but turned his head to me, took one of his big hands off my wife’s ribs, gave me a thumbs-up and a wink.

“How’d you sleep, buddy?” James asked somewhat condescendingly.

“Okay, I guess,” I said, stretching. “How did you guys sleep?”

“Oh, we slept great,” Laura said with a smile, making eye contact with James, who smiled back at her. “We slept reeeeeal good.”

I felt like I was not in on a private joke between them. I approached the kitchen and asked if there was any coffee, but James stopped me from entering.

“No coffee, buddy,” James chuckled, handing me a thermos. “But I did make you some orange juice!”

“Oh…thanks…” I replied. I was disappointed – I needed coffee, but didn’t want to be rude to James, who was nice enough to make me something healthier. I wondered what he made it with since we had no fruit, juicer, or bottled juice in the fridge, but I chose to save that question for later.

“Why is it in a thermos instead of a glass?”

“It’s got a powerful scent,” James replied. “Trust me; I did you a favor.”

As I opened the thermos, a strong odor hit me in the face. It was powerful.

“Honey,” Laura said to me, “Listen…. you…you don’t have to drink that.”

“Yes, he does,” James said to her with a serious tone.

My wife was speechless, just staring at me as I drank straight from the thermos. The orange juice tasted horrible. Really, really bad. But here I was standing in front of a guy who took the time to make it for me. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that his orange juice making skills were lacking.

“Mmmmm…!” I said to James, licking my lips. “I…. think I’ll save the rest for later.” I closed the thermos and walked over to my gym bag, sticking it in.

“Great idea,” James said with a smile. “Sip it all day if you want. Get that vitamin C in ya, buddy.”

“I’m sorry, did you want some, honey?” I asked my wife.

“Fuck, no.” She said, not even looking at me. She looked horrified.

“I’ll ask if anyone at work wants some,” I said, passively.

“No, don’t do that,” James said. “That batch is just for you. But if anyone asks about the smell, just tell them that your boy James made it for just for you.”

“I sure will!” I said, feeling like a yes-man to James, all of a sudden.

When I came out of the washroom, James told me to make a coffee run for the three us. Before I could even say anything, he walked away from me to join my wife on the couch.

“James, I don’t really want to,” I said. “I’ll just grab a coffee on the way to work.”

“No,” James replied as he sat beside my girl and put his arm around her. “I need one now.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Go,” James said. His stare told me he wanted me gone.

I immediately hustled, threw some pants on, grabbed some money, and made my way towards the front door.

“I’ll be back in a sec!” I yelled out.

“Take your fucking time,” James shouted back. “Actually, take your phone with you. I’ll text you when you can come back.”

As I walked towards the door, I heard my wife walking behind me. I opened the door and stepped out of it before turning around. Laura looked at me without saying a word. It was a look that caught me off guard. She looked disappointed in me, repulsed by me, and almost eager to see me leave. I opened my mouth to say something to her as James approached her from behind. His stocky body was like a monolith behind my wife’s tight figure. One of his big hands was placed on Laura’s hips, while the other hand pushed the front door closed behind me. I was about to say something to my wife before hearing the door lock up.

I was about to walk away when a thud suddenly came from behind the other side of the door. Concerned, I put my ear against the door as I heard my wife moan and sigh very erratically. I heard clothing being torn, almost ripped, along with the sound of an elastic waistband being pulled and yanked.

“Fuucckkkk….” Laura moaned.

“Just keep your hands pressed against the door like that,” James said panting.

The front door began pounding, almost like it was being pushed through consistent thrusts. Suddenly, my phone went off, and the pounding stopped abruptly.

“He’s…behind the door!” My wife yelped. James chuckled as if he predicted something correctly.

There was more commotion at the door as I heard what sounded like my wife’s back slammed against the door. I was about to make my presence known and ask if she was okay, but she began screaming in ecstasy.

“YES!” Laura moaned out sensually. “Fuck yeah, just like that!”

The door began pounding again, which was consistent with James and Laura’s heavy breathing. I had no idea what those two were up to, but I felt like they knew I was eavesdropping on them. Feeling like I was invading their privacy, I walked away. After all, it really wasn’t any of my business what they were doing.

END