Big Married Guy Treats Me Lie Wife

"Hold the elevator!" a deep voice said. The clap of flip flops against sole echoed in the lobby. My heart jumped when he turned the corner. A giant man pumped his arms in a fake jog for politeness' sake. "Thanks," he boomed. He was built like a truck, wide and large. At least 6'4. Muscular all over, but in a 20% body fat kind of way. The type of guy who played outside tackle because he was big, strong, but also nimble. He had a beard comprised of stubble, and cheeks that hinted towards a former chubbiness his grandma's thumbs homed in on.

I flashed him the low effort, stranger smile; lips jammed together with a head nod for recognition. Out of breath and sweating, he reached across to hit his floor, but stopped midway through, "Oh 10 as well." His forearms were large, colored by light brown hair. I looked down to avoid the supreme awkwardness of the elevator interaction, but particularly this one with a hot guy. Mistakes were made as my eyes darted to his tan feet in white, rubber flip flops which contrasted nicely against his skin tone. Fuck. They were perfect.

The man laughed.

I looked up at his grinning face. Perhaps a funny text. With subtlety, I returned to take a mental snapshot. His toes were rounded, and proportional like little Russian babushka dolls that fit inside one another. They grew in size until they reached his large, big toe which seemed to be working overtime as his stabilizer. His nails were trimmed and had a perfect, even, crescent sliver of white to contrast their deep pinkish-purple hue.

He laughed a bit more deeply this time. "Must be a good one." I smirked, asking to be let in on the joke.

"It is. I have a bet about you." The man said. The elevator door opened and he stepped across the threshold before turning around. "If you get down on your knees, I'll let you take a picture of my feet." His beautiful brown eyes locked with mine for a few seconds. Part of me desperately wanted to fall to my knees and lick his sweaty feet, and another part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off.

"Tempting, but I'm watching the Packers with a buddy. Mind if I get past?" I replied. I usually jerk off to situations like this, but for some reason I was telling this huge, hot guy to pound sand.

His eyes sharpened, "Hmm. You got control. But I'm not wrong." He paused, sizing me up, and then finished with, "Unit 10-04. I'll be watching the game too."

I was 32, and this guy could not have been 10 years older than me. Not to mention, I was 6'3, 245. He treated me like a kid who didn't know what he wanted. I didn't like his carnival mind reader routine. I walked past, and he made sure that our shoulders brushed. I was stocky, but he was powerful and mine gave way to his. Without looking back, I entered my buddy's apartment.

The game was a game. The Packers scored; people got tackled. I was a bit distracted the entire time as I thought about Elevator Guy. I couldn't stop thinking about his gorgeous tanned feet, the bulbous calves they led to, and his presumptuous comments. He didn't fucking know me. The further I was from the moment, the more I regretted not getting a picture though. It would have been worth the momentary humiliation.

My buddy snapped me out of it. "Mike, did you know that there's actually an ex-Packers player on my floor."

Danny captured my full attention. "No way, dude. What did he play?"

"I think he was just a lineman or something. He moved in with his wife a year ago. He's fucking huge." Danny added.

It had to have been Elevator Guy. How many tall, muscular people could live on this floor. "Nice. What's his name?" I asked coolly.

"Uhhh, Bill something. Bill, last name starts with a W I think."

I'd be lying if I said the new development hadn't renewed my lust for ol' Bill. I just imagined him pushing guys my size and bigger around. Man handling them for the flimsy excuse that was football. It explained why he needed his curvaceous calves packed with muscle. If his weren't the strongest, then someone else might dominate him. My cock stirred thinking about all the times I could jerk off to him if I wasn't an idiot. I needed that fucking picture.

Waiting for halftime was excruciating, but I made it, "Hey Danny. I totally forgot that I told Ben I'd grab dinner with his parents. It's across town, so I gotta jet." Shit! Ben. The lie was the first time I remembered my boyfriend. Eh, I'm sure this was fine. We were monogamous, but could jerk off to porn. Ben wasn't going to care if I just grab a pic of some dude. Plus, how often would I get a chance to take a picture of my dream feet. Ben hardly liked my fetish, and he was nowhere near as big as Bill. Ben was 5'9 on a good day.

I rang the doorbell of 10-04. "Come in." I heard a voice bellow.

The apartment was well pointed, good lighting, and open concept. I walked into the kitchen which overlooked the living room where Bill sat.

"I knew it!" He clapped his hands together in celebration.

"Ya, ya. Sorry about earlier, I was a bit surly." I apologized.

"You'll make it up to me, I'm sure. Here, have a beer." He grabbed me a beer from the fridge. I could hear the ever so slight sticking of his feet against the tile of the kitchen. I took it from him and he returned to his chair in the living room. Bill threw his feet up on the ottoman and crossed his legs. His right calf bulged from pushing into the other. His feet seemed even larger from this angle, probably a foot long. I was struck by the stark slope from the top of his foot down to his toes. I stifled a deep breath.

"Thanks for the beer. But I do have to head out. I was hoping I could take you up on that picture, Bill."

Bill laughed again. The sight of his bright white smile was addicting. I felt the urge to make him laugh more. "Oh, Detective Elevator knows who I am now. Well you turned me down on my last offer. What am I going to get out of it?" He asked.

I wanted to answer my hole, a blowjob, anything; but I had a boyfriend. I searched for realistic options; none came.

"Well I would say you should give me a foot massage, but somehow I think you would like that more than me." Bill laughed again. It was so deep and masculine that you felt warmth hearing it. His laugh had a way of making you feel like the joke was with you rather than about you. "How about this. My wife is out of town. You finish vacuuming my living room...naked, and I will let you have your picture."

Just the proposal was enough to send me to full mast. Bill returned his attention to the game. I wasn't a shy guy, so this was actually a best-case offer considering what he could have proposed. I got undressed revealing a 6'3 frame built for comfort rather than speed. I was stocky, maybe chunky. Years of squats and carrying extra weight amounted to my thick legs with softer curves than say Bill. My hard, 6-inch cock bounced as I walked over to begin vacuuming. Bill continued watching the game. Not even a glance. Why even ask for this if he wasn't going to look at me?

His sizable toes rubbed together and bowed forward like flags on a day with a gentle breeze. The movement was involuntary, but it drew me in like a siren. Trying to poke the bear for attention, I shot him a question, "Won't your wife care that you have a naked man cleaning?"

"As far as I'm concerned, you're my wife now. You're vacuuming naked in my home." Bill adjusted his crotch in his sport shorts. "In fact, I'll call you by her name to be safe. Maddie."

"I have a boyfriend, so you don't need to call me that. I'm Mike." I tried to say.

"You're Maddie now. And that looks good enough. Come take your prize." He lifted a foot and waggled his toes at me with a big smile.

I grabbed my phone and moved in close. Fuck they were gorgeous. I started snapping pictures from different angles. I got to the bottom of his feet and was startled by the perfection especially since they had been crammed into cleats most of his life. He had a strong arch and smooth glossy bottoms where his foot made contact with the ground. His toes had prominent pads. They were small tear drop cushions. I stepped over his legs so I could get a different angle of his foot. I bent over not realizing that my ass was now in his face with my hole on full display for him. My steeled cock had enough. Precum leaked out onto his bony ankle.

"Dude!" He said with disappointment. "Clean that up." I put my finger on the spot before he corrected me, "With your tongue, Maddie."

I took a seat on my heels. I leaned over and sucked the precum off his ankle with my lips. I dabbed my cock tip with a finger collecting more precum and spread it along his arch. My tongue traced along the inside before Bill shivered and retracted his foot. I pulled his foot back and smeared my lube juice onto each of his toes. Bill shifted awkwardly and sat up straight. His boyish smile was gone and replaced by sexual seriousness. His fat cock pushed his mesh shorts upward. I took his big toe into my mouth, sucking softly. Slowly, I brought my lower teeth along the bottom of his toe allowing them to gently catch on his pad before sliding up and off. I brought my lips back down repeating the process so he might know what I could do for his cock.

Minutes passed. I was in control until I heard, "That's nice, Maddie. Keep on sucking." I kept going though, his feet felt and tasted amazing. He had been sweating earlier, but we must have been a sexual match because I found it delicious. His pheromones were the kind that drew me in. The type that signify biological diversity to a woman and drive her wild. Here I was, helplessly sucking him.

"You like Daddy's big feet, don't you boy? Your boyfriend doesn't have feet like mine, does he?" I shook my head as I moved to the top of his foot. I gripped the thick tendon connecting to his shin with just my lips. I gently shook my head like a dog with a T-bone. "Suck daddy's other foot." I tried to get as many of his toes as I could in my mouth, but only got four. I spit on his big toe and deep throated it before repeating the process with each of them. They were filthy little cocks that needed to be sucked off. Bill's biggest cock was pointing straight out from his body, begging to be released from clothing. "Fuck ya, Maddie, you dirty little slut."

Bill pushed the ottoman out of the way. He spread his legs wide enough to make room for a man, "Daddy needs that mouth. Come here, Maddie." I crawled towards him. He grabbed the back of my head and buried my face in his crotch. Bill wasn't wearing underwear. I could feel the shape of his cock. He forced my nose into the crevice of his thigh, but I was the one who inhaled deeply.

My brain turned off and I grabbed his waist band ripping down his shorts. His 8-inch cock popped out and I went straight for it. Bill's large palm pushed my forehead up. "I thought you had a boyfriend."

Shit, Ben! I was so lost in this athlete breeder. Bill was the perfect sexual experience for me. It would have been like coming across a celebrity hall pass that you dreamed from scratch. Bill saw me struggling and asked gruffly, "What's your name, boy?"

"Mik-Maddie, sir."

"And what do wives do, Maddie."

"They please their husbands."

Bill grabbed my head again and lowered it back onto his monster pole. It had an upward curve that made him look like he was so fucking hard his own cock had bent under the pressure. I slobbered down, sucking hard at the base, and dragged my lips up like a squeegee. Again. More pole. "Fuck, Maddie. You really learned how to suck cock." I lowered one hand to touch my dick but he pulled it back up to his own mouth and began to suck on my index finger. I could feel his moans on my finger. He swirled his tongue around and hardwired a connection to my cock. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot through my member. It almost felt like he was ever so lightly sucking me. He repeated with my middle finger before moving them to his arm pit. He closed his pit and pulled my fingers through like a swab, multiple times. Finally, he brought them under my nose. Like an animal chasing a treat I went to swallow my own fingers. He pulled them and me up, luring me to his daddy pit. When I got there, he gave me my reward and let me suck the sweat off. I dove into his pit and feasted on a smell close to baking sourdough. His hairs provided the texture and his body provided the flavor. I could finally taste his masculinity.

With my cock in reach, Bill grabbed it. "You've got a pretty cock, sissy. How many guys do you do this with?"

"You're the only one. I shouldn't even be doing this." I ravenously continued which conflicted with my statement.

"You should. Remember who you are. Tell me who you are."

"I'm Maddie." What was once just a ridiculous statement to get more from Bill was slowly becoming more palatable. I started to feel less bad about Ben when I switched into Maddie's mindset. I was also feeling more attached to Bill. I needed to make him happy and complete my wifely duties. Bill squeezed my cock with his strong, calloused hands. He spit into them and stroked me as I continued to absorb his musky pit.

"Show me that hole, boy." He was done with foreplay.

I stood up in front of him and put my hands on my knees, "Yes, sir."

He grabbed my cheeks and spread them apart before spitting straight onto my boy taker. "Maddie, calls me babe." He growled. I wasn't a big fan of him trying to feminize me. I was a fucking man.

Bill popped his ring finger into me. In and out he went. His wedding band outlined my own hole with each prod. I pushed out and sat back into his finger. His wedding band popped in and I clamped down before pulling away. His ring came off inside me. I pushed out again and let it fall to the floor. Bill went to pick it up, but I picked it up with my toes and threw it into the kitchen. "Ya, babe?" I said defiantly looking back at Bill. Bill stood up and slapped my ass hard. He pushed me into the chair and grabbed lube from a drawer. "Don't talk back, Maddie."

I shivered at the cold lube he smothered with his fingertip. Bill lined up his cock and entered me. I gasped into the chair cushion. "Fuck, babe." I yelled hoping he might go easier if I was good. His gorgeous cock split me and so he stood there waiting inside me. He reached down and took a handful of my cock and balls. Slowly, he started working in and out. "That's it, Mads. Take daddy's big dick. You needed this, huh? Your boyfriend doesn't give it to you like this."

He didn't ask it, he said it as a statement. He was right. Ben didn't give it to me like this. Bill was too big; his ass, thighs, and calves more powerful; and under them, his large stabilizing feet harnessed all his power. Ben could never compare. "Oh fuck, babe. Fuck me hard." Bill was hitting my prostate and I was leaking onto his chair. He saw this and slapped my dick which only released more. He pulled out. My asshole winked closed like a venus fly trap hoping it had captured prey.

Bill flipped me over and lay me on my back with my ass hanging over the deep chair. I pulled my thighs up along my sides and used my hands to pull my feet back. My hole opened naturally for the married man. I grabbed Bill's thighs and drew his cock into me. "Fuck ya, boy." He grabbed my foot and pulled it to his mouth before taking my big toe in. Each suck felt connected to my cock. Each time he swallowed me, my cock would jump. He knew to lightly nibble, before coming back with a hard suck. Bill's eyes were piercing. He was the only person who had seen me. I grabbed his hand and put it on my cock so that he would stroke me.

"I've never fucked someone this big," Bill admitted. "It feels like an accomplishment." My breathing got faster. He slowed his stroke to keep me from cumming. I thought of all the men that the hand on my cock had controlled physically on the field. Bill grabbed me and rotated my body around. He lowered me to the ground. My ass stayed up on the front of the chair while my back drove into the ground. Bill threw a leg around and was now standing up and straddling my hole. He drove his cock down into me and fucked me into the floor. I looked over to my right and his gorgeous huge foot was there, stabilizing this fuck-monument. I threw my hands to my side to keep my balance, grabbing both of his feet in my hands. My fingers grazed his large toes which were pushing hard into the ground.

Bill towered over me. My legs wrapped around his waist holding on for life as his 8 inches sunk into me over and over. "Fuck, Bill. Fuck that's hitting me good." I grabbed my stiff cock and started stroking furiously. Bill's cock curve hit my prostate with each stroke now. I matched his thrusts with my hand. I was moaning like Bill's wife. I couldn't help it. Ben had never made me moan like a woman. "Ya, babe. Fuck me. I'm going to cum." My legs clutched hard into Bill's muscular thighs and then bliss. My man cream flew from my cock and straight down onto my face. With my free hand, I dug my fingers under his toes. He hugged my fingers with his feet. Squirt after squirt just kept hitting me on my cheeks, up my nose, my closed eyes. I was screaming from how powerful the orgasm he gave me was. "Oh keep fucking me, babe. Don't stop."

Bill reached for both my arms and pulled me up. He managed to stay in me as I took my place upon the cock throne that was his lap. I bounced on him now taking full responsibility for his pleasure. Our chests met. His wide hands grabbed my glutes and pulled them apart while lifting me along his shaft. He started to eat the cum off my face. He lapped it up with his massive tongue and then came in for a tender kiss. "Keep going, baby. That hole earned daddy's cum." His tongue kissed me deeply. Ben had never dared to stick his tongue that far into my mouth. Bill was a man.

"You're my daddy," I told him. Bill groaned his appreciation into my mouth. "My hole needs daddy's cum." Bill drove his hips up into me and his cock pulsed hard. He fired his first shot so deeply into me that it wouldn't cum out for a full day. I moaned as his throbbing cock took command of more room in my warm cavern. Bill brought a hand around my throat. His thick fingers covered my soft neck as his light grip matched my up and down ride of his pole. His cock pushed out on my pleasure button again which drove me to grab my cock in a frenzy and start masturbating. I felt his hand squeeze around my throat with each pulse of cum he shot. Up and down I rode him into my jizz-glazed prostate. No one had ever relentlessly hit my g-spot. I was fucking myself with a primitive urgency. Bill was still tongue fucking my mouth while his cock did the same. The feel of his powerful hole-licker lashing my own was too much. Bill grabbed my feet below and covered them with his large hands. I cried out, "Oh babe, I'm gonna cum again."

"Cum, boy. Cum for me, Maddie." My phallic fountain between us shot again. Our sex was now lubed inside me and in front. I moaned louder. Bill covered my mouth with his hand and I sucked his middle finger into me. "You're a fucking whore for daddy, huh?" I grunted as another spurt of my seed flew up. "Baby, don't stop." I garbled out as I ground my hole into the base of his shaft. The deeper I forced him, the more satisfying each cock blast felt. My body was covered in goosebumps as Bill grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me to a gentle stop.

I sat there with him in me. Neither of us moved. Bill flashed his white smile and let his eyes lock with mine. After a short while, he pushed me off himself and went to retrieve his wedding band. He grabbed it off the floor and put it on his finger. "Now, I'll have your man scent to remember you by." I laughed at his comment and quickly dressed. I had the pictures that I came for.