How Far Is Too Far?
Copyright© 2025 by DontJudgeMe
Chapter 6
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
Warning: This is a cuck-story, and while it starts as a loving tale, it won’t stay that way. If you’re not into that, please stop reading.
As always a huge thanks to my wonderful wife for ideas, editing and reining me in when I got too crazy. I love you. <3
Jia
Next day at lunch, I told Madison all about it. Well, almost all, I didn’t tell her about the whole spanking-thing either – that wasn’t really her business. And also the doubt I had about David and his litt- about David and his penis. I just told her about the sex, both oral and vaginal and about how David had thoroughly enjoyed it when he got home. Thoroughly.
She was suitably impressed and envious, and ... admittedly, I did enjoy that. The envy of others can be quite sweet, after all, especially from one as competent, respected and accomplished as Madison.
“Anyway, after David had fallen asleep, Tom texted me,” I ended my tale, finally getting to the real reason I was telling her all this.
“Okay? What did he want?”
“He ... wants to see me Saturday. At his place,” I told her without sugar-coating it. After all, I needed her advice.
“Ooooh, you made quite an impression, huh? You rotten skank!” Madison grinned, predictably enjoying this. Like we were a pair of teenagers, and I had gotten a handsome boy’s number.
“Well, yes, but ... I’m not quite sure how to tell David. Or ... well, ask him for permission.” She seemed a little taken aback at that.
“Why haven’t you already told David about it? Why wouldn’t he want you to go?” she wondered. Why hadn’t I told him about it? Was I worried he wouldn’t want me to go? I didn’t have any good answers, so I just shrugged.
“But you do want to go?” she asked, her green eyes fixed on me, and I found it hard to meet that unflinching gaze.
“I ... yes, I do,” I admitted and nervously licked my lips. I realised I was playing with my nose-stud and immediately let go of it.
“Just tell David that then?” she suggested.
“It’s just that ... I don’t know. I’m not sure if it’s ... wise...” I admitted, “seeing more of Tom, I mean.”
“Girl, none of this is wise! But David would be all for it, wouldn’t he?” Madison pointed out.
Would David be all for it? Probably. He did get a huge kick out of ... all this, and he didn’t seem to mind that he’d missed the action last night. I felt quite embarrassed at my lame retelling of the events to David last night, but I just wasn’t good at detailing my sexual escapades, so sue me! It had been easier with Madison, for some reason, but it had felt more like an intellectual exercise than anything. Besides ... well, there were some aspects I didn’t want David to know about. He didn’t need to know that his wife had submitted herself to a spanking from a man with the intellectual capabilities of a caveman ... and about the same social grace.
But I should really get better at describing my ... improper encounters with Tom to him. Why else was I doing it, if not for David? And so it seemed silly not to give him a full account - well, almost at least - of whatever went down between Tom and me. But I just ... couldn’t. It was bad enough that I lost control so completely in the passionate moments with Tom, but to talk about them afterwards? That was simply too much. Even to David, who so desperately wanted to hear about it. How could I explain that it wasn’t Tom’s size or anything physical that allowed him to take me so utterly, but rather a ... a quality in him. A quality that I hungered for, that allowed him to dominate me ... that made me do things no-one else ever could - least of all David. Dear me, I was blushing just at the memory, and Madison was looking at me with a knowing expression.
“There’s also...” I quickly said, before halting, trying to put my thoughts into words ... and preferably words that weren’t too embarrassing.
“Yes?”
“Over the last couple of weeks ... It’s become ... more difficult for me to, eh... enjoy David’s, you know, penis. It’s been harder to eh ... orgasm from it,” I mumbled looking down. Gosh, it was embarrassing to admit out loud.
“Oh. Ohh...” Madison said slowly.
“I’m sure it’s only temporary, and it might just be a coincidence, it might be that I’m all confused because of the whole Tom-thing,” the words tumbled out of my mouth in a hurry, my eyes sought hers again, pleading for her understanding, “but yes, we’d ... I’d had that ... problem.”
“Huh,” Madison looked pensive, “then maybe you better call it all off, rather than go looking for more?”
Since I’d already thought about that and dismissed the idea, that piece of advice didn’t help me at all. I hated to admit it, but I wasn’t ready to call it quits yet.
“No, I don’t want to do that...”
“Then what’s the harm in getting laid Saturday as well?” she grinned.
“Nothing, I guess. Live a little, right?”
Madison grinned at me and nodded, eagerly living vicariously through my sordid escapades.
She was right, though, of course she was. There’d be no harm in having fun Saturday as well. And David would like it as well, no doubt. I’d tell him tonight.
That decision made me feel all giddy inside, and I was suddenly looking way more forward to the weekend. But what to wear?
David
“Ahh ... that was great, love!” I sighed and patted my stomach in a show of admiration for her food. It had tasted excellent, and she had really gone out of her way to make a delicious dish tonight. A Korean stew, called jjigae, I think, though I couldn’t pronounce it to save my life. Spicy but not too much - just tasty overall.
“I’m glad you think so,” she smiled and poured us both another glass of wine, obviously pleased I liked her food.
This was good. This was definitely heading towards a nice evening, just the two of us. Good food, good wine, some romance ... maybe some love-making tonight, just me and the Mrs ... and no Tom. I had to watch the wine, of course, I still had work in the morning, but I could handle a glass or two.
And my wife, that absolute babe, was looking gorgeous too. Not slutty or overly sexy like she did with Tom, of course, but wholesome, beautiful. A little make-up, a nice dress, hair up. I was truly lucky to have her.
And it was going to be a great night.
Jia
Why was it so difficult to tell him about Saturday?
Ask him about Saturday, ask him.
Still, this was his fantasy, for crying out loud! His! It’s what he wanted.
Was I ashamed about how eager I was? Yes, maybe. A little. Was it going to stop me from going? Heck no. Was David getting lucky tonight? Probably. Was I looking forward to that? Hmm...
Still, it felt awkward. After all, so far, it had been David pushing the whole ordeal. What would he think about me going alone on Saturday?
What if he said no? What then?
I chewed on my lip, thinking about that. I couldn’t go without David’s blessing, of course. I wouldn’t sneak out on him - never. He needed to be onboard. Which he would be. Of course he would. He wanted me to enjoy Tom’s pe- Tom’s cock as much as I did. Well, almost.
We made small-talk while I contemplated all this and tried to figure out how to bring it up.
I would have to admit that I was chatting with Tom. Or would I? Could I just make it seem like he wrote me out of the blue? I felt a pang of guilt at that. I didn’t like to decieve David. But I also didn’t want to admit how much I was talking to my other man. It was embarrassing that I spent so much time with a man who could hardly put two sentences together.
All the pictures I’d sent him didn’t help either ... nor did the ones I’d gotten in return.
David and I moved to the kitchen and cleaned up after dinner. He helped, of course. He was always so thoughtful and kind. I could just imagine Tom moving to the couch and leaving me with the dishes. He was quite the a-hole after all but it wasn’t his manners I liked about him.
We ended on the couch together, my handsome husband and I, when the dishwasher was humming happily, and he kissed me, intense and lovingly.
I’d better bring it up now, before we got any further.
David
“Nae sarang, Tom eh ... texted me today,” she said in between kisses.
“Oh?” I pulled away and sat back down, wondering where this was going.
“Yes,” she confirmed and licked her lips, “he eh ... he invited me to his place ... on Saturday.”
“He ... he did?” I asked, uncomprehending. What was happening here?
“He did,” she shrugged, like it was no big deal, “guess he couldn’t wait ‘till Wednesday.” Her lips formed a small smile but she seemed nervous. Why was she nervous?
“So ... do you want to go or...?” I asked, brows furrowing, while I watched my Tom-free evening go bye-bye.
“I mean ... I mean, if you want me to?” she asked, and I noticed how her throat worked as she swallowed. She didn’t seem entirely truthful. Did she not want to go? Did she really want to go?
“I ... I’m not sure...” I began and saw a disquiet glimmer in her eyes before she interrupted me.
“I’m only going if you want me to, of course, but ... I thought you’d want this? To know I got ... to know that Tom and I did it again? And ... and at his place...”
Well, I did want that. Just hearing her suggest it was waking my slumbering dick. But there was still something going on here, something-
“You want that, don’t you?” she interrupted my thoughts as she moved closer to me, her delicious smell in my nostrils, her beautiful face right before me ... and out of nowhere a small, delicate hand on my dick. It responded instantly, straining against her, trying to burst through my pants.
“You want your wife to go and enjoy that bastard’s huge ... cock, don’t you?” Her voice grew stronger, more sure of herself. Was she gaining confidence from my obvious hardon? Or was I imagining things?
“He’ll make me suck him again, you know?” Her voice was in my ear now, I could feel her warm breath and it sent an aroused chill down my spine.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Your wife struggling to take that big ... fat ... cock ... in her mouth?” God, the things my demure wife was saying out of a sudden! A couple of weeks with that oaf, and she was talking like a ... a ... better not even think that word.
She’d gotten my dick out of my pants now and was slowly rubbing it.
“Yes...” I admitted. Images of her on her knees with Tom’s enormous tool halfway into her mouth were dancing before my eyes.
“Then ... shouldn’t I go on Saturday? To make that come true?”
“Of ... of course,” I gasped as she stroked me for real. I knew there were reasons I should be reluctant but I couldn’t think of any right now. I had gone from a mild sexual interest to a raging arousal in a few minutes, and too much was happening for me to keep a clear head.
“You really want that?” she asked in a teasing voice, “you want to send me to big, bad Tom and his big, bad COCK? You know what will happen then, don’t you?”
“I...”
“I’ll get FUCKED ... by that big, bad COCK...”
Oh fuck, he was really corrupting her, and it was so goddamn hot!
Her hand was moving so fast now, stroking me, pleasing me, and she kept going and going. It felt so good!
I reached out with a hand and found her wondrous tits, playing with them through her dress and bra, finding her nipples that were already hard. She didn’t pay me any heed, too focused on my dick. I was leaking precum like mad, smearing her little hand with it, but she didn’t seem to care. She only needed one hand with me...
Why did that thought send me over the edge? No idea. The need to compare myself unfavourably with Tom was as sickening as it was effective, and suddenly I was spewing my pearly juice up into the air and onto my pants, my shirt and my wife’s hand.
“Ahh...” I groaned as the pleasure rushed through me.
“There. Was it good, nae sarang?” she asked and gave me a sweet, sweet kiss.
“Yeah. Yeah, it was,” I smiled at her, though I felt more than a little annoyed with myself ... and a little with her, though she wasn’t to blame.
This was supposed to our night to reconnect, and instead I’d cum to the thought that Jia needed both her hands to jerk off Tom and only one for me. And why had she brought him up? We’d had such a nice evening, and it could have ended even nicer if she hadn’t had to start talking about Tom and Saturday.
“I’m gonna go wash up,” she raised her messy hand, “maybe you should do the same?”
“Yeah, good idea,” I mumbled and went to the bedroom to get some clean clothes. When I got back, she was already on the couch, phone in hand.
Jia
[I’m coming. Saturday at seven.] I sent the message, a nervous excitement in my stomach. With one text, the weekend had gone from normal and mundane to wild and unpredictable. Not that David was boring that’s not what I was saying, but he certainly didn’t have that uncontrollable edge of danger that Tom did. Not to mention something else he didn’t have...
I carefully discarded any bad feelings about how it could be argued that I might have manipulated David into agreeing to me going. After all, it’s what we both wanted.
[Of course] came the confident reply, followed by: [what does the pipsqueak think yuore doing?]
My word, his messaging-skills were atrocious. But I supposed he got the message across. By now I was completely used to him demeaning my husband and just ignored it.
[He thinks I’m going out with some girlfriends. No big deal, he trusts me.]
David did trust me, because I told him the truth, I thought with a little smile ... that quickly disappeared when I remembered that I hadn’t technically told him everything about my communication with Tom. Lying by omission, however, is not the same as lying.
[Haha youre so bad! Gonna fuck you good] he promised me, and his bold statement made me chew my lip in anticipation.
David entered the living-room, wearing fresh pants and shirt. He looked tired but then, he’d just gotten his rocks off, hadn’t he?
“He thinks that you think I’m going out with some girlfriends Saturday,” I smiled and winked at him, letting him know we were on the same side.
“That’s great, honey,” he said, not as interested as I’d have thought. But again, he had just orgasmed. Give it a couple of hours, and he’d be over the moon about it.
[Promise?] I asked and added the angel-emoji.
[Haha yeah! I promise youll have trouble walking afterwards!] Crude, true, but he knew how to treat a lady, and the message made me shift in my seat, almost against my will.
[Dont fuck the pipsqueak] was his next text before I got a chance to reply to his earlier one.
[What do you mean?] I asked, my brows furrowing. It was clear what he meant, but it wasn’t something he could ask for. Frankly, he had no business interferring with our lovelife.
[I hate when bitches need it spellt out for them. DO NOT FUCK YOURE LITTLE HUBBY BEFORE SATURDAY was that clear???]
“What an absolute douche,” I muttered, though not so loud that David could hear.
[That is NOT your call!] I wrote back feeling absolutely livid. No respect, he really had no respect. I turned the phone off, so I didn’t see his reply. I didn’t want to hear from him anymore tonight.
If his penis wasn’t so amazing I’d just drop all of this here and now.
And if David didn’t like it so much. At the end of the day, that was of course why I was doing it.
Instead of wasting time on him and his prissy attitude, I turned to my beloved husband and asked him about his day.
Two days later I was standing in-front of the mirror, studying my private area, completely naked ... in more than one way. My hair was gone. It’d been a pain in the backside to be honest - the vulva has a lot of nooks and crannies to get around. I’d used the razor I normally kept my legs smooth with, and it had worked fine, though it had been a struggle. In the end, I’d used a pair of scissors to trim the area first, then shaved the shorter hairs.
I’d done a good job with it too, I decided, as I was now nice and smooth ... with only a few, minor cuts. My new bald kitty ought to please Tom - who I was still somewhat miffed at, by the way. Who was he to try and tell me I couldn’t have sex with my own husband? Well, the joke was on him. David had gotten a real treat last night.
I’d forgiven Tom his uncut and controlling ideas, and he hadn’t tried to control when and when not David and I could have sex again since - guess he’d learnt his lesson. That’s why we had buried the hatchet - so he could bury something else ... in me. I gave a little chortle at my own joke. Sex-humour, though crude, could be fun.
But there was no time to dally, so I found my make-up kit and went to work.
David
Jia was in the bathroom, getting herself ready. She’d been in there a while now, and I was feeling all sorts of anxiety.
It was damn sexy that she’d set this date up with Tom, and my dick would not go down. It was what I wanted, I wanted her to be onboard, I wanted her to enjoy it.
But it was also extremely worrying. What if she decided she preferred him to me? What would I be then? Alone and desolate, the pathetic guy who’d asked his perfect wife to be with a better lover.
But I wanted this so much! My hands were shaking, my mouth was dry and my heart was working overtime. I wanted to hug and kiss her, and I wanted to go for a run, I wanted to grab her and fuck her into submission, and I wanted her to turn me down, to humiliate me. I wanted her to tell me I was the only one for her, but I wanted her to go to Tom’s place and get fucked even more.
I paced nervously and impatiently about our house, wondering how far she’d made it with her preparations, what was going to happen tonight and what she was wearing. I couldn’t help but focus on what panties she’d wear, since I’d been cheated out of finding out a couple of times by now.
I heard her leave the bathroom and I was about to go and see her and talk to her, but when she quickly slipped into the bedroom and shut the door behind her, I got the message. With nothing else to do, I resumed my wandering and musings, trying not to interpret it as a rejection.
One thing kept nagging at me - how this ‘date’ had been arranged. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d been persuaded to accept it. That she’d really wanted it and had brought me along, just like the holiday we took to Italy, where I’d imagined relaxing on the beach and taking in some sights, but where she dragged me from stupid little church to stupid little church - that had all looked the fucking same!
Like, we’d agreed on this ... but it was on her terms, according to her plan - and not something we’d decided together.
But that was silly, defeatist thinking. Jia loved me, I loved her, and she was doing this for the both of us. She’d arranged this date, because she wanted to make me happy, so I should stop being so negative. It didn’t help anything. But even so...
Our house wasn’t made for pacing. It took me less than 10 seconds to make it from one end to the other, so I finally settled down with my laptop, trying to get some work done without focusing on my wife and her no-doubt sexy underwear, and whether or not I’d been bamboozled into allowing my wife to go on a date with a huge dick. Well, the computer had barely booted up before she came out of the bedroom, her heels clacking on the hardwood-floor.
And God, she looked good. A dark-red dress that clung to her curves and showed a healthy amount of cleavage, gold hoop earrings, blood-red nails, smoldering dark eyes and her hair in an intricate knot.
“Wow!” I said, “you look seriously dangerous.” When was the last time she’d dolled herself up like that for me, a sudden unbidden thought entered my mind, but I pushed it away.
“Thanks, honey,” she smiled, “you’re sure about this, right?”
What could I say except yes? I wanted her to go, after all. Didn’t I? Yes. I did. This was my fantasy - she was only doing it for me.
If that’s true then why did she suggest it? This hadn’t been my idea, so how was it only for me she did this?
“Of course! Go have fun,” I smiled. Was the smile genuine? I couldn’t say, but it felt like a grimace. Still, she accepted it and blew me a kiss, so it must have looked real. I should go and kiss her for real, I told myself, but just then her Uber drove up in our driveway.
I followed her out into the hallway where she put on a jacket.
“I love you,” I told her.
“I love you too,” she said back, a radiant smile on her ruby-red lips, “and I’ll see you tonight.”
“Yeah, I’ll wait up. Keep me ... keep me updated. Please?” That last word came out a wee bit more pathetic than planned, but such are the ways of the cucks.
“Of course,” she nodded. Then she lit up in a naughty smile and said: “In fact, I think I’ll send you something before I get there.”
“What?”
“You’ll see,” she just answered, and I got a quick peck on my cheek, before she was out the door. I watched from the window as she got into the car and drove off.
I was suddenly very alone.
Jia
David had seemed a bit off. Was he nervous about this? Was he annoyed that I had decided to go out alone? Frustrated that he hadn’t come up with the idea?
Or was he worried that he was losing me? Because he wasn’t. Tom take David’s place? Please! I could barely stand the brute. The only thing he had going for him was his ability to make me orgasm. Aside from that, he was completely uninspiring. By pure coincidence, I had stumbled onto the most excellent combination - David to talk to, laugh with, spend time with and just love, and Tom to ... well, take care of business.
That notion made me blush, but it didn’t matter. I was not a little goody-two-shoes any more. I was a worldly woman now, and I wanted my enjoyment, my fulfillment...
Yes, I need to get fully filled. A wry smile played on my lips at the naughty thought.
The drive took about 20 minutes, and I lost time of the times my driver checked me out in the rear-view mirror. Well, I did look good so that was alright. The old Jia might have huffed and scorned, but I was a new, strong, sexual woman now. Let him look and envy the man who got to enjoy me.
We made it to the address Tom had sent me, a nondescript apartment-building among other apartment-buildings. It wasn’t as scruffy and run-down as I’d expected, but nice and clean.
I paused, found my phone and sent two videos to my husband. That ought to keep him entertained tonight, while I had my ... enjoyment, I figured and found myself smirking.
I shook off any thought of David and buzzed Tom’s apartment and was soon let in, walking slowly and carefully up the stairs in my heels. With every step, the butterflies in my stomach got more and more agitated ... or maybe they weren’t in my stomach. Maybe it was something a little further down that got all aflutter as I got closer and closer to Tom.
I reached his door and took a moment to compose myself, to cool down and catch my breath before I knocked.
“It’s open,” came his gruff voice. Wow, what a welcome. He couldn’t even be bothered to come and open? What a charmer. Oh well, I wasn’t here to get charmed. I opened the door and stepped inside into a small hallway. To my right was a small kitchen, straight ahead a closed door and to the left a small living-room where Tom sat in an old couch, watching television.
It suddenly felt all odd. I was here to get, well, fucked. Was I going to get a tour of the place? Was he even going to come out and welcome me in? What was I to do here? Was there a protocol in place for these sort of meetings?
Mostly likely not. Not one I was aware of at least. Not knowing what else to do, I took off my jacket, hung it up and slowly stepped into his small living-room. Like the building itself, it wasn’t as messy as I had imagined. Sure, he could have dusted and there were a couple of beer-cans at the computer in the corner, but it was far from the disgusting sewer I had feared.
He heard me come and looked over the back of the couch at me, giving me that cocky smile that made my blood boil and my lady-parts moisten.
“Well, there’s a welcome sight!” he grinned and scanned me up and down. He got up, and I saw he was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers.
Unbelievable. I was dressed to the nines for his sake, and he couldn’t even be bothered to put on pants.
“Strange way to dress for a date,” I remarked icily. I was getting a little tired of his games. I knew he could dress nicely, I’d seen it - so why wouldn’t he?
“Date? What date?” he grunted and moved closer. My eyes were inevitably drawn to the large bulge that hung down his left leg, and my pulse quickened.
“This isn’t a date, kitten,” he went on and got closer and closer, invading my personal space with his usual lack of respect.
“This is just me, giving you what you need,” he finished and raised his hand to my face, his index-finger pointing at my lips.
I knew what he wanted. It was hardly a surprise at this point, and I never even entertained the notion of not giving in to his unspoken demand. Without looking him in the eye, I leaned forward and closed my lips around his finger, sucking it into my mouth.
“There’s a good kitten,” he said as I bobbed my head up and down, swallowing his entire digit. I didn’t even have to look, I knew he had a huge, victorious smile just from the way he spoke, and it made me flush. He was so confident! So sure of himself. The way David had described him had always been as a bumbling fool who had no idea what he was doing, but when it came to making me do as he wanted, he was an expert. Heck, David could take lessons, seeing as only one of them had ever had their genitals in my mouth.
“Now, tell me Jia-girl, why are you here?” he asked slowly, in complete command of the situation. I gave him a sharp look. He knew why I was here.
“Tlo slee youh,” I slurped around his finger.
“Just to see me?”
He was clearly enjoying this. Well, I was already sucking his finger, I was here to get bedded, how could it possibly change anything if I said it out loud?
“Tohh ... tlo sleeph wih youl,” I said, not even trying to speak clearly.
“We aren’t gonna sleep, Jia-girl. Why are you here, hmm?”
What difference did words make at this point?
“Tlo glet fuckedh thlen,” I mumbled, looking down.
“Right,” he grinned and pulled his finger out of my mouth.
“But first,” he went on, “we gotta find our if you’ve been a good girl. Remember what you promised me Wednesday?”
I nodded. I remembered very well how he’d spanked me until I agreed to shave, and the memory humiliated me ... and made me breathe harder.
“Show me,” he ordered, his voice hard.
Here? In his freaking living-room? I looked up at him, trying to ask for a reprieve - maybe we could go to his bedroom or something? This kind of stuff needed privacy, after all. Not that there was a crowd here, but the living-room was definitely the wrong place for ... something like this. But his face was hard and unyielding.
“Can’t ... can’t we move this to the bedroom?” I tried nonetheless.
“Show me, kitten,” he demanded. His tone was so stern, his face so stubborn that I couldn’t refuse, so with a sigh, I pulled my dress up around my waist. Why did I even bother to dress up for him?
And now he saw that I wasn’t wearing panties, saw that I was a dirty little girl who couldn’t wait to get his big, fat cock in her private place ... in her pussy.
“Very nice, Jia-girl,” he mumbled and gently, almost gingerly stroked my hairless kitty.
“Tha-thanks,” I said, my voice soft and yielding.
“You can be such a good girl,” he said and moved his hand and quickly discovered how wet I already was. That realisation only made him smile all the wider.
I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but whether it was from being called a good girl or his large hand suddenly invading my ... my pussy was hard to say.
“You still wanna see the bedroom?” he asked, and I nodded silently, arousal and embarrassment both swirling in me. He grabbed my hand and led me through the small living-room where the TV was still showing a baseball match and into a smaller bedroom. It was basically just a bed and a closet. Without warning, he pushed me down, till I was sitting on the edge of the bed ... eye-level with his crotch and his bulging belly.
“Get it out,” he commanded, and we both knew what he was talking about. This was why I was here after all. I deftly fished out his large thing ... his large cock. Finally I had it in my hands again. It’d been too long since Wednesday.
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