This is the third installation in a four part series, please start from part one.
By the time the second week after coffee rolled around, Cherrise couldn’t function. She’d tried to distract herself, tried to push Trevon to the back of her mind, but her body refused to cooperate. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him: his abs, cut and perfect; his arms, tight with muscle; his lips, curved into that devastating smile.
And his cock.
That glorious, impossible cock.
She tried to block it out, tried to focus on Aaron, tried to ground herself in the life she’d built—but the truth was undeniable. Her body ached for Trevon. Her stomach fluttered every time her phone buzzed with his messages. She wasn’t falling in love, she knew that much. This wasn’t about romance, compatibility, or building a life with him.
This was about sex.
Pure, raw, uncontrollable sexual attraction.
It was like her body had been hijacked. She couldn’t think about groceries, couldn’t think about errands, couldn’t even make love to Aaron without her mind drifting back to Trevon’s laugh, his muscles, his sheer presence.
Something had to give.
The Decision
Aaron was the one who suggested it.
They were sitting in the living room, Cherrise with her legs curled under her, staring at the TV without seeing it. Aaron had been watching her all week, noticing the way she fidgeted, the way she sighed when her phone lit up with Trevon’s name, the way she seemed… elsewhere.
Finally, he spoke. “You need to see him again.”
Her head whipped toward him. “Aaron—”
“I mean it,” he interrupted. “This isn’t going away. You’re obsessed. It’s like torture watching you like this.”
She swallowed, eyes wide. “You’re not… mad?”
Aaron shook his head. His jaw was tight, his voice strained, but his eyes were steady. “I’d rather face it than pretend it’s not happening. Invite him here. To the house. Let’s… cut through this tension before it drives you crazy.”
Her breath hitched. The thought terrified her—and thrilled her.
“Here?” she whispered.
“Yes,” Aaron said firmly. “But with rules.”
The Rules
The conversation that followed was one of the most intense of their marriage.
Aaron set the conditions clearly, as if drawing battle lines. “No kissing. Condom is a must. Nothing in our bed. And when it’s done—he leaves. No lingering, no staying the night.”
Cherrise nodded quickly, relief flooding her. She hadn’t realized until that moment how much she wanted Aaron’s structure, his boundaries. It wasn’t that she feared Trevon. Quite the opposite—she trusted him too easily. Too much. She needed Aaron there, not just for safety, but to tether her.
“And I have to be there,” Aaron added, his voice firm. “For everything.”
“Yes,” Cherrise agreed instantly. “I wouldn’t feel right if you weren’t. I need you there.”
That night, as she drifted to sleep curled against Aaron’s chest, her heart raced with anticipation. It was real now. It was happening.
The Arrival
The day came faster than she expected.
Aaron helped her get ready—choosing a low-cut dress, brushing her hair back from her face, kissing her cheek when she trembled with nerves.
“You look incredible,” he murmured.
And then the doorbell rang.
Cherrise froze, her stomach lurching.
Aaron squeezed her hand. “It’s just Trevon. Breathe.”
When he opened the door, Trevon stood there, tall and striking, a smile curving his lips. He was a few minutes early.
“Sorry,” Trevon said smoothly. “I didn’t want to be late.”
Aaron stepped aside, his stomach knotting as Trevon stepped into their home. The man carried himself with effortless ease, his confidence radiating. Aaron shook his hand, forcing a polite smile, and gestured toward the living room.
They sat together, small talk flowing easily. Trevon smelled clean and masculine, his trimmed beard framing his jaw perfectly. Aaron’s anxiety simmered beneath his polite exterior. He tried to focus on the words, but his mind kept drifting to the images Cherrise had described. That cock. That impossible cock.
How does a man walk around like everyone else while carrying something like that? Aaron wondered, heat crawling up his neck.
He realized Trevon had asked him something.
“What do you think?”
Aaron blinked, caught off guard. “Uh—yeah. I like that too.” He doubled down, nodding, still not sure what he’d agreed to but unwilling to admit his mind was somewhere else entirely.
At that moment, Cherrise entered.
The Reveal
She twirled lightly, showing off the low-cut dress. “What do you think?” she asked with a coy smile.
Aaron’s breath caught. She looked stunning, radiant. Trevon’s eyes lit up instantly, and something primal twisted in Aaron’s gut.
“You look beautiful,” Trevon said, his voice low and smooth.
Cherrise’s cheeks flushed with color.
And then Trevon leaned back casually, smirking. “Aaron was just telling me he likes to be humiliated a little.”
Aaron stiffened. “I—I mean, yeah. A little.” His words stumbled out, unsteady. He hadn’t meant to admit that. Not like this. Not yet.
Cherrise tilted her head, her smile slow and curious. “Oh?”
Aaron opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off, her tone playful. “Take off your pants for us then, hun.”
Aaron laughed nervously, trying to brush it off. “Come on, Cher…”
“No, Mr. Humiliation,” she teased, her voice firm but sweet. “Let’s see that penis.”
His stomach twisted, humiliation burning his cheeks. But he had opened this door, and he couldn’t back down now. Hands trembling slightly, Aaron stood and slid his pants down, revealing his soft, nervous cock—just over two inches, unimpressive in the stark light of expectation.
Cherrise smiled kindly, but her eyes already shifted. “Okay, Trevon. Let’s compare.”
David and Goliath
Trevon chuckled, his signature laugh curling from the corner of his mouth. “You sure about this, Aaron?”
Aaron forced a shrug. “Yeah. No big deal.”
With an easy motion, Trevon dropped his shorts, tugging his boxers down just enough. His cock fell heavy, still soft but already formidable. The contrast was absurd, shocking—David and Goliath, except no sling, no stone. Aaron had no chance in this battle.
“Oh my God…” Cherrise whispered, dropping to her knees before she realized she’d moved. “May I?”
Aaron’s breath caught, the room spinning.
“Of course,” Trevon said smoothly.
Cherrise’s hands wrapped around Trevon’s cock, one and then both, heaving its massive weight from side to side. Her eyes were wide with awe.
“Aaron,” she gasped, looking back at her husband. “Do you see this? Look at the size difference.”
Aaron’s stomach twisted. His own cock was forgotten, erased, invisible. Cherrise hadn’t so much as glanced at it since Trevon’s came into view.
Her lips parted, and she tried to take him into her mouth. The head alone made her gag, eyes watering, her throat rebelling. She laughed breathlessly, shaking her head. “I can’t… he’s too big…”
Instead, she used both hands, stroking, licking, sucking along his length. Her eyes stayed locked on Aaron’s, wide with excitement, with fear, with something new and dangerous.
“Oh my God,” she mouthed to him. “Oh my God.”
The Clothes Fall Away
Trevon’s voice was low, respectful, smooth. “May I take your clothes off?”
Cherrise’s laugh was breathless. She didn’t wait. She peeled the dress down herself, letting it fall to a heap around her body. She stood there in nothing but her panties, trembling with need, breasts rising and falling.
Aaron’s chest tightened, caught between arousal and devastation.
Trevon’s corner-smile deepened. “Should we stay here? Or head to your room?”
Cherrise hesitated, glancing at Aaron. “I know we said not in our bed… but can we? Please?”
Aaron’s throat tightened. He swallowed hard, nodding. “Okay.”
She kissed his cheek softly. “Thank you.”
The Chair
They moved to the bedroom together, Trevon’s hand resting lightly at the small of Cherrise’s back.
Cherrise, suddenly decisive, grabbed a chair from the kitchen and dragged it to the corner of the room. She pointed to it firmly.
“Sit,” she said to Aaron.
His knees wobbled as he obeyed, sinking into the chair. His heart pounded, his cock twitching weakly in his lap.
From where he sat, he had the perfect view—his wife, his obsession, his humiliation, and his deepest fantasy colliding into reality.
And as Trevon turned to her, his massive cock swelling in his hand, Aaron realized he was about to watch his wife surrender to the man she couldn’t stop thinking about.
To be continued…
