How Far Is Too Far?
Copyright© 2025 by DontJudgeMe
Chapter 3
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - David and Jia discover a new kink, but how far will they go?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cuckold Slut Wife MaleDom Humiliation Rough Interracial White Male Oriental Female Masturbation Oral Sex Big Breasts Body Modification Size
“Mhm ... yes...” I sighed as my wonderful husband’s member slowly slid into me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He felt so good, and he was so careful and considerate.
So unlike someone else I could mention...
It was Saturday night, and we’d had a great day. David had taken me out to dinner and when we’d gotten home, we’d put on some music and danced in the living-room until we retired to the bedroom where we had undressed one another, kissing and enjoying ourselves.
And now, finally fully embedded in me he kissed me again. I could never tell him enough how much I loved the feeling of his thing inside me and his lips against mine. I felt so close to him, so loved, so ... safe.
Not like with Tom where everything suddenly just happened. No, this was much better. Much.
“God, I love you, Jia,” he whispered to me.
“I love you too, nae sarang,” I told him. My pleasure-level was quickly rising, and I gasped again and again, whenever he thrust himself into me.
He really laboured away, making me feel so good, making beautiful love to me – something David was an expert at. As opposed to Tom who just took what he wanted.
I was breathing hard, moaning even. Every thrust into me sent a wave of desire, of pleasure, of joy through me. Oh, when he pushed all the way inside and touched my little button, it made me feel electric.
“You feel ... so good...” he gasped.
“Oh, you too,” I answered, and he really did. His penis had the perfect size for me, it fit so well, made me feel all kinds of things. It was the penis of a man, a gentle, caring man.
Not a brute with a monster between his legs.
“Was ... was he really big?” my dear love suddenly grunted, shattering my thoughts of his delightful tool. He had moved his face down next to my ear, so I couldn’t see his face.
“I ... yes, I guess...” I admitted, taken aback by his sudden question. I couldn’t get a clear read on him, but there was an edge of excitement in his voice, so I went with the truth.
“Bigger ... bigger than me?” he asked, lust clouding his voice. He began thrusting harder and faster, clearly getting worked up by his own words.
I had to be honest, didn’t I? That’s what he wanted, right? Besides, he wouldn’t believe anything else.
“Yes ... but that doesn’t-” I answered but he groaned in response, interrupting me. And so did his hard, fast thrusts into me, making me gasp and moan.
“Much?” he said.
“What?” I asked, bewildered, only paying attention to his delightful member ramming into me harder than I could remember him ever doing before.
“Is he ... much bigger?” he wanted to know.
I couldn’t see his eyes, but it didn’t matter. I knew what he wanted to hear, and luckily it was the truth.
“Yeesss...” I gasped.
“Oh fuck, Jia!” he groaned and seemed to lose control. He took me hard and fast, shoving his tool into me with a strength and a wild desire, I’d never seen from him before. Pleasure grew rapidly in my lower parts and soon I found myself crying and moaning and whimpering out little meaningless words.
“Tell me he was bigger,” he asked me, his breathing erratic.
“Oh David!” I moaned, “he was so ... so BIG! He has a ... a huge, a much ... bigger COCK!” The last word I cried out loud, and then I just moaned as pleasure overtook me, rushed through me, burnt within me.
The orgasm stretched on, and David kept taking me through it, he himself growling louder and more intense, as he too neared the big O.
“You want that big cock, don’t you?” he growled, his voice twisted by arousal and jealousy. In a strange twist of fate, it was precisely what Tom had said just days earlier. It seemed both the men in my life longed for me to ... enjoy a large phallus. I still had some reservations on that front, however.
“Mhm...” I just sighed content, basking in my glow.
“Don’t you!?” he insisted.
“Yes...” I agreed, just to please him. It wasn’t what I wanted, not really. I just said what David wanted to hear.
And boy did he want to hear it!
“Fuck, fuck, FUUUCK!” he grunted as a response and hammered into me as hard as he could, and just as I was starting to crawl down from my own high, I felt him explode into me.
“Ah ... Jia...” he sighed and crashed atop of me.
David
Tuesday afternoon found me musing at my desk, work far from my mind. Jia and I had had a great week together. I’d been worried that after her ... adventure Wednesday night, things would be awkward, but they hadn’t been. We’d been closer if anything. We’d spent a lot of time together, talking and enjoying each other’s company ... and not just naked, though there’d been alot of pleasurable moments both with and without clothes.
I was still worried though, if I was honest with myself. It was a risky game we were playing. It was a great game, a fun, erotic and completely wild game but still risky. Thursday, when I’d briefly met Tom coming out of the elevator, neither of us could look at the other, and we had hurried in opposite directions, which ... well, was not a good sign. I had to act cool, or sooner or later someone would pick up on it, maybe even Tom himself.
Okay, maybe not Tom, he was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. But someone else might start noticing – Alice, my secretary, was pretty sharp. We’d worked together ever since I started at the office, and I had great respect for her insight, especially about what went on among the staff. She also wasn’t hard to look at but that was neither here nor there.
So yeah, that was one thing that worried me. Another was our love-making. Take our delightful romp Saturday night – which had been great! So great! But it was just supposed to be Jia and me, a married couple enjoying a nice night together ... and somehow the spectre of Tom had joined us in bed.
Admittedly, I had been the one to bring him up. Jia hadn’t given him a thought, she had just enjoyed our time together but ... as the climax had neared, I had had to push my twisted fantasy.
I hadn’t meant to, I just couldn’t help myself! It had been so hot hearing her admit that she wanted his big cock. To hear my gentle Jia even speak like that had been mind-blowing.
But it wasn’t a fluke. Throughout the week, Tom had popped up while we were intimate, and that was worrisome in its own way. I needed to get myself at least somewhat under control. Jia was a beautiful, sexy woman – and I could enjoy her delicious body without thinking about her being with Tom. I could! Really, I could.
Okay. Problems identified, how to solve them?
Well, it really was up to me. I’d have to keep Tom out of the bedroom – at least occasionally. And I’d have to make an effort in acting cool in the office. I’d managed fairly well, both yesterday and today. But tomorrow was Wednesday, and I knew it would become difficult to keep up my professional front - the knowledge that Jia would be joining us later in the day would surely ... affect me. Maybe I’d just stay in my office all day. A cowardly but effective strategy.
Even if my plans were a little ... vague, it felt good to have thought the problems through and come up with solutions. I needed to get my wife some flowers and try to get her in the sack tonight – without any mentioning of Tom.
“Alice, can I see you for a second?” I asked my secretary through the intercom.
“Sure.”
Five seconds later, she stood in my office. She was wearing a pretty, blue dress that accentuated her curvy body and blue eyes.
“Could you do me a favour? I need some flowers for Jia...” I asked, feeling a little awkward. Technically, it wasn’t in her job-description to buy tokens of gratitude for my wife, but here we were.
“Sure thing, bossman,” she smiled her wry smile at me, “still pink lilies?”
“Yup,” I nodded, grateful for her understanding.
“And you’re buying me coffee for being the best secretary,” she winked as she accepted my credit-card.
“Just not at that cheap place on the corner. It tastes like brown water,” I grinned at her and couldn’t help but notice her cute butt as it sauntered out of my office.
I was feeling good about myself as the door closed. I had plans, soon I’d have flowers ... and tomorrow was Wednesday, the most exciting day of the week. The thought of stopping the affair – or whatever it was – never even entered my mind. I was so fully onboard and committed.
Jia had no objections to some fun between the sheets. She loved the flowers, and she seemed in a really good mood all night. Some flirting, some kissing, some suggestive touches when we were heading to bed and soon I had her naked and was sucking on her wondrous breasts and rubbing her eager little pussy while she was moaning and caressing my hair.
I was still wearing my boxers, and I was so hard for her I made a serious tent in them. Not like Tom’s, of course, but I wasn’t thinking about that tonight. Rather, I concentrated my energy on the good things to come: Soon, I would find myself between her legs and make love to my beautiful bride, and we would celebrate our love for one another. We didn’t need anyone but ourselves, and it felt great!
“Oooh, David...” she sighed when I shifted from one nipple to the other.
She was so wet, so ready. I wanted her. I needed her!
“You’re so sexy, my love,” I whispered into her cleavage.
“Mhm, so are you,” she answered and slid a hand down my back, her nails gently teasing me.
I couldn’t wait any longer and moved in between her thighs. Down with the boxers and my hard dick sprung free, ready and eager for service.
“Oooh,” she mumbled and caressed my hardness with her hands. I forced the image of these small hands trying to reach around Tom’s giant sausage out of my mind and focused on the sensations she gave me.
“You want me?” she asked with a teasing smile.
Well, duh! I had my hard dick lined up just outside her wet pussy, what did she think? But I played along.
“So much!” I told her earnestly, and her smile widened as she guided me into her.
“Oh!” she sighed as I slowly drove my dick into her warm, welcoming folds. She was tight but I pushed steadily into her until I was fully inside. I briefly wondered how Tom’s mighty banana would ever fit into her narrow passage, but I waved that thought away. Tonight was for Jia and me only.
“Yeah,” I agreed, my voice filled with desire for her, “you feel so good...”
“Ah, you too...”
I pulled out and gently thrust into her, quickly building a good, solid rhythm; one I knew would bring the both of us to orgasm. Her moans quickly grew in strength, and I basked in the knowledge of how I gave my woman pleasure.
I loved her. I loved her sexy body, her beautiful smile, her majestic tits, her full lips, her cute nose-stud, her dark, mischievous eyes. And I loved that I could bring her pleasure, that I could make her twist in orgasmic bliss. I didn’t need a giant cock to please her, my love and my equipment were more than enough for the task.
Her tight pussy did its best to milk me but I wouldn’t let it – not yet. I wanted her to cum first. At least once. Maybe we’d try for more than one? It had happened before, and I was in the zone tonight.
Slowly, her moans grew louder and more intense. I smiled to myself, knowing I was steadily driving her to the edge. I wanted to give her a big one. Not to prove that I could and that she didn’t need Tom, no, not at all. She simply deserved it.
I looked down at the beautiful woman under me, saw the little pearls of sweat gather in the valley between her boobs and the nape of her neck, and my heart swelled at her sheer beauty.
“Ah ... ah ... you know...” she sighed into my ear suddenly.
“What, my love?” I asked, my breathing getting laboured. Making love is hard, but so, so worth it.
“I ah ... I bought new panties ... for tomorrow,” she told me with shiny eyes.
“What?” I asked, though I knew what she meant.
“For mhm ... for Tom ... I hope ... he likes them!”
“Oh God!” I grunted and thoughts of her showing off a pair of sexy, brand-new panties for that oaf popped into my mind, and my arousal spiked.
“Yes, ah ... and ... and he’ll be the first ... to see them,” she continued, forcing the words out between little sounds of pleasure. She bit her lip as she looked up at me, her dark eyes reading my reaction to her wicked words.
“Jia...! God!” I gasped and stopped making love to my beautiful wife. Instead, I grabbed hold of our bedpost and started hammering into her, fucking her the best I could. She was buying lingerie for Tom? And he’d be the first to see them? She was keeping them from me, her husband, to show to Tom, her ... whatever he was. That was crazy. That was so crazy, that was so ... dirty hot!
“Oh David!” she cried.
“Fuck! Are ... are they sexy!?” I demanded to know while shoving my hard dick into her again and again.
“So sexy!” she assured me breathlessly. Of course they were! She wasn’t buying boring panties for Tom, now was she!?
“Jia, you’re driving me insane!” I gasped, “what kind?” Pleasure was quickly rising in my loins, but I couldn’t slow down.
“Ah-ah, I’m not telling! Mhm! That’s for Tom to ... to find out!” she all but cried. Oh fuck, she wouldn’t even tell me? God, what could I say to that?
Nothing, really. I let my actions speak for me, fucking her as hard and fast as I could. My dick jack-hammering in and out of her tight pussy that gripped me hard on every down-stroke.
“Oooh...” she sighed and shot me the most teasing smile I’d ever seen on her beautiful face.
Was she close? I was! Could I hold ‘till she came too?
I had to!
“He’ll love them ... or maybe he’ll ... love to take them ... off!” she said.
“Fuuuuuuck!” I exclaimed and tried everything I could to stop the rising orgasm. But I couldn’t slow down, my body wouldn’t let me. It wanted the incredible pleasure my wonderful woman was giving me, while my brain was filled with images of Tom stripping Jia of her panties.
“You’ll love them too ... if I let you ... see them...” she gasped.
If she let me see them? IF? She might deny me the view she was gonna give Tom?!
I finally lost it. Five hard thrusts more and I drove my hard dick into her one last time and exploded into her, while I grunted out loud.
Pleasure erupted throughout my body, and I kept thrusting into her, but the power had left me.
At last, I stopped and laid down atop of her, my face buried in the pillow next to her ear.
“Was it good?” she asked.
“I ... it was out of this world,” I admitted, awash with shame. She had only barely mentioned Tom, and I had fired my gun like a teenager watching his first porn. It hadn’t been so bad the other night, what had gone wrong tonight? Was it because tonight was supposed to be just for her and me? Maybe. Or was it because she was going to give Tom something but not me?
That WAS hot.
That didn’t excuse my poor performance though. And I had hoped to give her several orgasms - I couldn’t even give her one! Christ, what must she think?
“That’s good,” she said, and I could her the satisfaction in her voice.
“I’m sorry you didn’t get to ... finish,” I mumbled, unable to look at her.
“It’s fine, love,” she reassured me, “it’s my own fault, I shouldn’t have brought up Tom. I know how that ... affects you.”
That did nothing to ease my shame, and my face burnt with it. Why had it been enough that she merely mentioned Tom? That was incredibly embarrassing and weird - I hoped she didn’t pay too much attention to that fact.
Was it because tomorrow was Wednesday? Did that make me more ... suggestible?
“You want me to finish you? With my hand, I mean,” I offered, chasing away thoughts about tomorrow. I knew she wouldn’t accept, though. The few times we’d had these kinds of accidents, Jia always played if off like it was no big deal.
“No, it’s fine. It happens. Don’t worry about it,” she said, as I had predicted. She didn’t sound disappointed or anything either.
“Okay.”
“Besides ... I’ll probably get mine from Tom tomorrow.”
“Oh God, Jia!”
Jia
Some months ago, before all this began, before I found his discord-server, if anyone had asked me if David was turned on by humiliation, I’d have laughed and said no, of course not. He always liked to be in control - of himself and whatever situation he found himself in, and he’d never given me any reason to doubt that that was who he was through and through.
Yet here we were, just the very mentioning that I would show Tom my new panties but not him was enough for a premature ejaculation.
It felt ... strange. Like I had a new-found power, or rather that I could make him powerless. Not that I wanted him powerless, I loved and adored him, but ... it was intoxicating all the same. He had always been so sure of himself, and now I could bring him to his knees with a few, choice words. I didn’t want to use that power, of course, but...
This strange new feeling was only heightened by the fact that I was highly aroused. I had been close to a huge finish myself when suddenly we were done. No more pleasure for me tonight.
Oh well. He couldn’t help it. I would have to take a cold shower in the morning before work.
As I waited for the elevator to reach its destination, I reached down and for the umpteenth time in the last half hour tried to put my new panties right. Only they were already where they were supposed to, with the little string in-between my cheeks. My word, I was never wearing a thong again! If I’d known they were such an annoyance, I’d never bought them in the first place.
They were worse than the heels. Still, they would drive David wild ... if he ever got to see me in them, which I hadn’t decided on yet. On one hand, of course he should, he was my husband and they made my bottom look good. He deserved to behold that view. On the other hand, he’d gotten sooo worked up about them last night, it might be worth it to make good on my threat. It would drive him insane. I’d have to play that one by ear and be very mindful of his reactions.
Finally, the elevator dinged and opened its doors, and I took a deep breath. Show-time! With my head held high and my hands down my sides to avoid further fidgeting, I exited the elevator and found my way into my husband’s company’s office-space. Past the empty cubicles until...
“There you are, Jia-girl!” the gruff voice of my newest admirer greeted me. He was sitting with his chair turned towards the hallway, clearly waiting for me.
As always, he seemed too large for the small office-chair, and he was practically spilling out of it. He was a large man with a growing beer-belly, balding blonde hair and a strong, stubbly chin. His small eyes had a calculating glint, and as I looked into them, I seriously wondered why my husband thought of this man as simple. What I saw in there was ... dangerous. Unpredictable.
He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that left his bulging arms bare with his tribal tattoos visible - I had a feeling it was for my benefit, and I smiled wryly as my eyes swept across them, noticing the muscles.
All in all though ... he was not an impressive man, and the fact that just looking at him sped up my heart-rate was a mystery.
“Here I am,” I replied with a raised eye-brow, like nothing special was going on – like thousands of butterflies hadn’t started flapping their wings in my stomach.
Being with David was nice and safe, but this ... this was unexplored territory, and it was making me nervous. I had no idea what was going to happen tonight, and it was frighteningly exhilarating. David wasn’t boring but he was predictable ... whereas every encounter with Tom was anything but. I liked the safety of David, I really did but...
“And looking good, no surprise there,” he continued, his eyes roaming me. Unconsciously, I stood a little taller under his scrutiny and pushed my chest out. He, of course, noticed and smiled widely.
He was right though; I did look good. I had taken extra care with my make-up, dark cat-eyes and dark-red lipstick, looking really good against my toned skin. A dark, gray sundress that was pretty tight around the chest and a wee bit short, showing off my thighs ... and underneath that new, porn-red bra- and panties-set I’d bought yesterday. The panties that David hadn’t seen but was so interested in.
And of course my little black bag over my shoulder and the plastic-bag in my hand.
“Yes, looking real good, kitten,” he decided and got up. He pulled me into his small cubicle and immediately his hands were on my butt, groping it like there was no tomorrow. Kitten? Was that what I was? A kitten? His kitten?
I wasn’t sure I liked that but I let it go. Could be worse, no?
“You seem to have missed me,” I commented instead and leant my head back, looking up at his scruffy face, taking in his five o’clock shade and his dangerous eyes ... It was only to keep an eye on him, not to make it easier for him to kiss me, should the desire arise.
“Hell yeah,” he agreed and then he did kiss me, his mouth assaulting mine and his stubble itching my face.
It was so different from my gentle, always clean-shaved David! This man was aggressive, taking what he wanted, where my husband always wanted (and always had) my consent to kissing me.
But different doesn’t mean bad ... not at all.
We made out for a while, and I even stuck my tongue into his mouth, letting him suck on it, which just felt so naughty. One thing was allowing his tongue into my mouth, but me doing it to him felt more like a betrayal of David.
It didn’t take long before his hands swept up under my skirt, fondling my uncovered buttcheeks, while he pressed me flat against his chest.
Or, well, as flat as my boobs allowed me to get.
“Goddamn, I’ve missed that ass,” he grunted, happy as a pig in mud and gave me a light slap.
“Hey!” I protested and tried to take a step back but he held me tight. It hadn’t hurt, not really, but he shouldn’t take that kind of liberties!
“Don’t get all high and mighty now, girlie, it’s not like you don’t like it,” he grunted and slapped my other cheek. Argh, he could be so infuriating! How would he know what I liked and didn’t?!
“I don’t!” I assured him, and yet ... while I certainly didn’t like the spanking, of course not, there was a tiny, little spark of arousal at the way he treated me. Like, he could do as he pleased with me and I couldn’t stop him. That ... that did have a minor effect on me.
“What, you’re telling me you’re not all drenched now?” he said with chauvinistic disbelief in his voice.
“I’m not-” I started telling him off, but he flipped my skirt up, seeing my sexy, red, see-through panties.
“Haha, WOW!” he guffawed, at the sight of my less-than-innocent underwear, and I flushed red. He bent down to study my panties and he nodded approvingly.
“That’s some serious hardware, Jia-girl,” he commented, mirth still obvious in his voice.
“Well, thanks,” I muttered, “I hope you like them. I bought them for you...” It felt both wrong and exciting to admit that, and the butterflies spread their wings and flew south to make my lady-parts tingle.
“That’s a good girl,” he praised me and stroked my thigh admiringly, “you should always dress to impress your man.”
Why did his praise feel good? Because it did. Even if he wasn’t my man. My man was sitting in his office and had not seen this newest addition to my wardrobe.
“Now let’s see,” he continued and ran his hands across my little panties and in under them. It felt strange to let him poke around like that but ... not unpleasant. Not unpleasant at all.
He found his way past my labia and into ... well, you know, and then he retracted his finger and triumphantly held it in the air. It was hard to miss the liquid on his finger.
“Tsk tsk, Jia-girl,” he grinned and stuck the finger in his mouth with a show of gusto, “you are drenched for sure!”
I flushed harder but was unable to mount a defense. Not that there was much to say, the evidence was right there on his finger. Or had been, rather. I felt a bit nauseated that he’d put my stuff in his mouth but for some reason my lady-parts were all aflutter with excitement - an excitement I couldn’t quite place, but I had to fight the urge to rub my thighs together.
“Well, if you’re quite done with the inspection,” I said in what I hoped was a terse voice, “I’d better go bring my husband his dinner.” I picked up the plastic-bag I had dropped on the floor, somewhere between him groping my butt and probing my kitty.
“Got something for me?” he asked hopefully, a shit-eating grin on his lips.
I shrugged and dug into the bag and pulled out a burger in a styrofoam-box. I’d been at David’s favourite burger-place and picked up a couple.
“Such a good girl,” he grinned wider still and accepted the food. I shook my head with a disapproving harrumph, but secretly his praise pleased me, more than a little.
I turned to leave but then stopped. Biting my lower lip and feeling incredibly daring, I reached down and hiked my skirt up above my butt, letting him see my two golden globes with just the silly little string between them to protect any remnant of modesty. Then I slowly walked away, placing my feet very carefully in front of each other, putting an alluring sway into my steps - giving him the best show possible.
“FUCK, you’re hot!” he all but shouted and wolf-whistled loudly after me.
I couldn’t stop grinning as I walked towards my husband’s office.
Poor David was working hard when I knocked on his door and brought him his food. He was very grateful, and we hugged and kissed. He, however, did not grope my butt, not even a tiny bit.
I could see the questions in his eyes but he couldn’t make himself ask, so I finally put him out of his misery.
“Tom approves of my new underwear. Thoroughly approves...” I whispered into his ear and enjoyed his audible gasp.
“He’s ... he’s seen them?” he asked, his eyes shining and his voice strangely needy - a need that wasn’t proportionate to the situation ... to me, it was just a pair of panties. To my husband, this was so much more.
It was a brand new world opening before my eyes. David wanted this so much. I’d taken it for a mere fantasy, a fun game we were playing but I was sensing now that this was something that he needed to explore. The floodgates had been opened, and it would be a difficult task indeed to put his desires back in the box now. Not to blow my own horn, but he was lucky to have a clear-headed wife like me, so I could steer us right - otherwise we’d risk going completely off the rails. Admittedly, a large part of the fun was its unpredictable nature, but whereas David might abandon all reason, I’d remain at least somewhat grounded. I’d keep a vestige of sanity where he might have become engulfed in the thrill of it all without me.
The panties - and perhaps more importantly his lack of knowledge about them - was only a small piece in the bigger puzzle, but it was a piece that allowed me to see the outline of the whole image. And that image was of a man very different from the one I’d married.
The neediness I saw in him there and then - it was such an eyeopener. And I cannot describe what a kick it was.
“He has. And he agrees ... they are HOT...” I said in a low, sly voice.
“I bet,” he said, his voice all hoarse, and I could easily feel his erection against my thigh. Not as easily as I could have, had it been Tom’s of course, but even so...
With a last, hard kiss on his lips, I put the bag of food on his table, turned around and made my way out of his office. Like Tom, I knew where his eyes were, but unlike Tom, he had to make do with the back of my dress. I didn’t pull anything up for him.
“Wait, Jia,” he said, as I was about to open the door.
“Yes?” I turned to look at him. Was he about to call this all off? Was it all over? My stomach fell - had I completely misread him? I’d been so sure of him, but had I been wrong?
“Could ... could you, ehm ... would you maybe ... record ... what’s going to happen. Or, or some of it, at least,” he asked, looking both hopeful and immensely ashamed - two feelings that seemed to be fighting for control of my husband more and more these days.
A strange feeling of relief flowed through me - we weren’t calling off anything it would seem. David was fully commited to our fantasy... his fantasy.
“Really?” I asked, more to taunt him than because I was genuinely surprised. He didn’t answer but nodded while looking down.
“I’ll see what I can do, nae sarang,” I said, not promising anything, and left.
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