19 comments/ 12893 views/ 8 favorites Skyping with Sky By: 09cutter "Hi, my name's Rebecca." She said across the aisle between our desks. Now, I have never considered myself a smooth talker, and certainly not at the age of fourteen, but the first words out of my mouth were "It should be Sky. Because of your sky blue eyes." This conversation took place the first day of high school. The day I met my future wife. I can't say for sure if my witty repartee made her fall in love with me, but we were inseparable after that. Maybe, it was studly braces on my teeth, or the awesome case of acne I had cultivated that captured her. I know for a fact I fell in love with those eyes, and henceforth she was known as Sky. Sky was pretty in an underdeveloped way, but that changed the summer after freshman year. She became pretty in a very developed way. She blossomed over that summer, into a real hottie. Fortunately I had already laid claim to her. Everyone knew she was my girl. I too had blossomed, acquiring more body mass. I wasn't a hulking bodybuilder, but enough muscle to know they would have a fight on their hands. Throughout high school I had a perpetual case of blue balls. Sky loved me, and I loved her, but I was not allowed anywhere near her treasure. Ten long years I waited, so she could be a virgin on her wedding night. Yes I had other opportunities, as I'm sure she did, but we both remained chaste till our honeymoon. And yes, I think I deserve some sort of fucking medal for my patience and overdeveloped wrist muscles. The night arrived (none too soon for me) and I made a good showing. My average six inch, though somewhat slim, dick served me well. We didn't see the outside of our Hawaiian hotel suite for two days. Thank God for room service, or they would have discovered two emaciated corpses in that room. Of course the first time didn't take long. By the time I took her cherry and got seated, I was on overload. The second time I brought her off with my fingers first before attempting penetration. I would have gone down on her but she was still bloody from the first time, twenty minutes previous. After that we showered together, and that was number three. Long, slow, sensuous. First lathering and discovering each other's bodies. As I shampooed her hair, she got to her knees and swallowed my dick. When we returned from our honeymoon, we moved in together for the first time. My parents had put up the down payment on a nice two story colonial style house, as a wedding present. Sky brought her stupid little Chihuahua, Chico, to live with us. To me, a pet should be no smaller than a Golden Retriever, preferably a Lab or Doberman. This thing just pissed everywhere and I stubernly refused to clean up after it. I loved Sky, but Chico not so much. Even though she had denied me for ten years, Sky never did after the wedding. Always ready to try new things, and receptive to ideas. So, two years into the marriage, found us in a porn shop in Vegas. I suggested we buy a toy and she agreed to it. Though I wanted a larger model, she insisted on one that was very close to my size. I wasn't always able to make Sky cum during intercourse, but I was more than capable using my fingers, tongue, and now a toy, to bring her off. By this time, we had decided to work on starting our family. I was moving up the corporate ladder quickly, so we felt we could afford it. Unfortunately, my work and travel schedule seem to prevent conception. We made love often with no regard for protection. When I was traveling, we would have long Skype calls in the evenings. Sometimes Sky would tease me till I would masturbate while she played with her toy. This only served to stoke my libido, so upon my return, I would ravish her. Recently I was away from home. After dinner and too many drinks with associates, I returned to my hotel passed our usual 10 p.m. Skype session. "Sorry I'm late." I told her when she answered. Sky was seated on our bed with her laptop, wearing a sheer nighty. I knew I was in for a treat. We chatted about the daily events, then she casually began stroking her nipple over the sheer material. It instantly became a pencil eraser, and my dick became steel. Then I heard Chico barking downstairs. "He probably wants to go out." Sky said. "Let him piss on the bathroom rug like he usually does." I said with more than a little venom in my voice. He continued to bark, so Sky said "I should let him out." "Okay. I need a shower anyway. You let him out, and I will meet you back here in a few minutes." "Deal. Oh and don't bother with clothes when you get out. You'll just have to take them off." Sky promised me as she set the laptop on the bedside table. I didn't hurry through my shower, knowing that little piss ant likes to smell every blade of grass before finally deciding to lift his leg. When I did enter the room in just my birthday suit, Sky was still not there. The laptop's camera showed an empty bed, same as it had when I left. I waited, not too patiently, for her to return. The shower had reduced my drink induced buzz, and the wait had reduced my erection. After a while, I decided to raid the mini bar to regain my buzz. I knew Sky would regain the erection for me. It had probably by then been half an hour since Sky had set the laptop down. I was pouring my drink with my back to my laptop, when I heard her say something about her jewelry box. I turned and looked at the display. Sky was there on the bed, and even from a distance I could tell she was already nude. I finished pouring my drink, and headed to the bed. That's when I noticed she looked rather disheveled. Upon closer inspection, she looked like she had been crying, and her face was rather puffy. Then, from the side of the frame, came a black hand holding a gun. Then half of his nude torso. "Suck it bitch, then I'm gonna fuck ya on yo husband's bed." Came the deep male voice. Sky was trembling, "Not again! Please! You got what you wanted, now leave." At least I had the foresight to mute the Skype call and shut off my cam. I quickly searched for my cell phone, and dialed 911. I looked back at the screen in time to see Sky get slapped by the brute. She acquiesced, and took his large cock into her mouth. "911, what is your emergency?" The faceless voice inquired. "My wife is being raped!" I yelled into the cell phone. I know they are just doing their job. I understand that they get a lot of stupid, unnecessary calls, but it took a long time to convince the operator I was serious. Then, god knows how long till they got in touch with our local police, and a car to be dispatched to my house. I actually had to describe what I was viewing to her before she believed me. I watched as my wife was forced to bring that insanely large cock to an erection. Then she was shoved roughly down on the bed. Even with it muted I could tell she was pleading with her attacker. I finally convinced the operator, and ended the call. Sky was still fighting not to be fucked. She had her arms extended with her hands pushing on his shoulders. I could actually tell when she was penetrated, for what was obviously the second time. I could see the fight in her diminish. She turned her head toward her laptop, with deep sorrow written all over her face. Somewhat reluctantly I unmuted the Skype call. "Yeah, see dere bitch. See how easy it went in dis time. Lots a juice in there, huh." The rapist was saying as he started to stroke in and out of my wife. With my cam off, she couldn't see the worry on my face. She may not have even been aware I was still there. I was, and I saw it all. "Yeah, dats it." He said as her body involuntarily responded to his deep thrusts. "Gettin' good fo you again, ain't it." I watched in horror as her pelvis began rocking upward in sync with him. "You be likin' that shit, huh." Sky grunted with each deep stroke she received. Her knees now spread in acceptance, hips rising and falling. Suddenly she let out a long, low moan. Afterward, she jerked her head toward the laptop again. I knew he had made my wife cum. "You're startin' to like dis big black cock, ain't ya? I knowed you would once ya stopped fightin' it." He lay down resting on his elbows, completely covering her, giving her hard deep thrusts. I heard another long guttural moan from her. She had another orgasm. She lifted her feet, raising her knees to his sides, allowing for even deeper penetration. "Dis is some good pussy. I just might have ta come visit you again. Dat's right girl. Cum again on my black cock." And she did, letting out a loud moan, as the strongest orgasm ever wracked her body. "Yeah, you'll be wantin' mo of dis shit." He slid his hands under her, grasping her shoulders, as he started to really plow into her. "Here it comes girl. Gonna put mo of my nigga seed in ya." She screamed, and he grunted six times, as each stream of sperm was jettisoned directly into her receptive womb. He lay there on her, catching his breath. Her legs dropped to the mattress, and she tried to push him off. But he was too big, and she was too worn out. After a couple of minutes he pushed himself up and slowly extricated his cock from her. It was still at least nine thick inches long as it withdrew. I could tell he was totally spent, as he crawled off the bed. Sky curled into the fetal position facing away from the camera. I could see her shoulder heave as she cried. Her rapist stepped to the head of the bed, his obscene cock blocked most of the picture. He petted her hair and said "Don't worry darlin', I'll come back to see ya, and give ya what ya need." He stepped out of view. It was a couple of minutes later, that I assumed he spent getting dressed, when I heard some yelling outside our house. Then some gunshots. Next, a policeman's uniform came into view, and a hand slowly closed her laptop. I spent the next hour trying to get a flight out. Then I got a call from the police informing me Sky had been taken to Mercy hospital. I made it home late the next day, and went straight to the hospital. I first talked to the nurses then her doctor. She was physically fine, and they had given her a 'morning after pill'. She refused to see me though. The doctor told me to "Give her some time." It was two days before she let me into her room, then only because they were releasing her from the hospital. I signed her out and walked beside her as an orderly pushed her wheelchair to my waiting car. We rode in silence, and once home, she locked herself away in our bedroom. This was a Friday. By Monday she still had not spoken to me, only coming out to eat when I begged her to through the door. Monday morning I went to work and attempted to keep my mind occupied with catching up. My boss and co-workers tried to be comforting. That evening I entered the house to the aroma of food cooking. I found her in the kitchen, looking as though nothing was wrong. She greeted me with a kiss, then returned to what she was doing. Remembering what the doctor had said, I gave her some space. Dinner conversation consisted of me complimenting the food and her saying thanks. Later I sat in my recliner in front of the tv, as Sky went upstairs. She returned wearing a flannel nightgown. Normally she slept nude like me, so I interpreted this to mean no sex. At bedtime, we went upstairs and I noticed our bedroom door closed. Sky led me to the guest bathroom where she had laid out a pair of boxers for me to sleep in after my shower. Tuesday evening, I turned the corner of our street, and noticed Sky's car parked at the curb instead of our driveway. Then I saw the large truck backed up to our house in the center of our driveway. I parked behind her car and walked up to the house. I spotted some blood, that I had apparently missed, when I had hosed down the driveway after her rapist and committed suicide by cop. I hauled out the hose and took care of it, then went inside. Two men were pulling plastic off a new sofa in my living room. On seeing me, one said "Can you sign this please?" It was a delivery form for the sofa and a new mattress. Sky was upstairs straightening a new bedspread on the new bed. "Darling, I've rather busy today. Would you mind terribly if we went out to dinner?" This all happened six months ago. Sky eventually did speak of her ordeal. Though I never admitted to seeing the whole episode, and she never asked. She never said anything about his large cock or about him making her cum so much. She did miss Chico, who was discovered in the back yard with a broken neck. It's only been a couple of weeks since we returned to normal relations in bed. I think I deserve another fucking medal for being patient. I have trouble making love to her and not getting a mental image of that cock as it hung in front of the cam on her laptop. I can still see the last of his sperm clinging to his cock, knowing the rest of it was deep in her belly. Sky loves me. She would never say anything to hurt my feelings, but I wonder if she also sees mental images of that huge cock. Is she responding to me or to her memories? I wonder. Skyping with Sky Ch. 02 Author's note: This chapter should answer some of your questions. This story isn't about a size queen or a cuckold. It's about the torment the couple goes through, in particular the husband, being from his point of view. Many of you jumped at the chance to call me a racist. That is truly a sad commentary on our society. Just so you know, my wife was a different race than I, and we were married a long time before she died. Secondly, I made the attacker black for the IR crowd. Third, any man with a criminal mindset who is confronted by a beautiful young woman in a sheer nighty, probably would not hesitate to take advantage of her. No matter what the size of his dick. As the reader, you have the choice to read my work or not and the right to criticize my work, but not me personally. As the author I have the right to developed my story and characters as I see fit, and the right to tell all the anonymous pricks, who like to flame on me personally, to shove it up your fucking ass. * It's now been a year since Sky's, and I guess my, ordeal. I'm sure it was tougher on Sky, but I suffered too. I had to watch as my wife was taken by force, and the brute made her cum several times. I don't know what Sky has told her counselor, but I am dealing with feelings of inadequacy. The guy was large, and I can't compete in that area. The good news is he's dead. The bad news is he lingers in my mind. That huge cock hangs over my bed, only figuratively, but still it's there. I did some research online and know that a large percentage of women have rape fantasies. Or at least being forcefully dominated by a man. Is Sky one of these women? Does, or at least, did she fantasize about being fucked while not in control? I watched her respond to him. I saw her eyes roll back, and her mouth gape open, as he brought her to orgasm. I heard her moans for him. The primal scream she emitted as he shot his potent sperm into her womb. In my research, I also discovered cuckolding. Men who allow their wives to have lovers. They enjoy seeing their wives fucked by other men, preferably better endowed men. Some like knowing their wives are enjoying the sex. Others get off on humiliation. Some watch, and afterward, perform 'clean up' duty. Some like to be subservient to their 'bulls', going as far as even being the bull's bitch. I watched countless videos of women being serviced by their well hung bulls. I saw husbands masturbating as they watched their wives cum repeatedly. Each night, in bed with Sky, I wanted to make love to her only to have those images force their way into my conscious thought. The memory of her rapist's large cock emerging from her vagina with a slurping sound, after depositing his seed in my wife. Fortunately, Sky wasn't ready to have sex for almost six months. I doubt that I could have performed either. In those months I spent hours on my laptop, watching videos and, yes, masturbating. I saw how those women responded to the large cocks of their lovers. It began to make sense to me. Women's vaginas are built to handle large cocks. They stretch to accommodate them. Why shouldn't the woman prefer to get all she can? Why should she settle for a Vienna sausage when she can have a kielbasa? Why drive a Mini Cooper when you can have a Mercedes? Yes, I know, size isn't everything. I just wonder, if you gave a woman a choice, which would she choose. All other things being equal, stamina, skill, technique..etc. Would a woman choose a guy with 5 inches or the same guy with 8 inches? Or say, a woman is placed in a room and she has to have sex with one of five guys that she can only see from the waist down. One has 4 inches, one 5 and so on, to a guy with 8. Which does she choose? I have a feeling I know the answer to both questions. Ok, some women might not want to seem greedy or whorish, and in the second proposition they settle for the guy with 7 inches. But I guarantee you, out of a thousand women, no more than maybe one would choose the guy with four. And that woman is either a virgin or lesbian. So, did Sky inadvertently discover the same thing? Did she know that a large cock could give her more pleasure? Was her rapist her garden of eden apple. I struggled with this each and every time I went to bed with my incredibly sexy Sky. I wanted her love and affection. I desired her body. I craved her desire for me. But did she desire me, now that she had tasted forbidden fruit? The first time, when Sky decided she was ready, we showered together. Just like on our honeymoon. When she went to her knees and took me into her mouth, I closed my eyes so I could just enjoy the wonderful sensations her mouth could provide. And there it was. The streaming video of her holding that obscene appendage. Her lips wrapping around it coaxing it to hardness, just so it could enter her again. I was a limp noodle instantly. Sky was very understanding. She didn't pressure me, and later I was able to perform to a degree. I didn't tell her why I had issues. She was dealing with her own. We eventually got back to a somewhat normal sex life. But every time I would be in her I worried if I was enough for her. She acted as if everything was alright, but I didn't hear the moans I heard that night. I know I didn't make her cum that many times or that strongly. If she closed her eyes I wondered if she was thinking about his cock. How deep it went. How it stretched her and filled her like I can't. A few times after I'd had a couple of drinks, I would pound her mercilessly. Like I wanted to hurt her, just to make her feel something. Anything! And I actually believe she came harder those times. Maybe she was reminded of the force she had been taken with by him. When I would go down on her, I would study her once tiny pussy and ask myself 'Did her lips always look distended like that? Is her pussy stretched more than I remember it to be?' I studied more videos of women fucking large cocks. Their lips would be stretched tightly around their lover's tool. Each thrust dragging the lips in and out as they clung to the massive intruders. I watched my own dick move in and out of Sky. It didn't have the same effect. I remember watching as Sky thrust her hips up to him, and though I couldn't see it, I know her lips were clinging to him like that. Then his parting words would haunt me."Don't worry darlin', I'll come back to see ya, and give ya what ya need." Was he right? Did she 'need' that large cock now? I considered buying her a larger toy and surprising her with it. But I was afraid it would bring back bad memories. I'm not even sure she wants a larger cock. If I'm wrong, it would only serve to remind her of the trauma. I pondered this for days. What could I do to alleviate the fear I know she must be feeling. Then it hit me. I made a few phone calls, and visited a few people then I surprised her. One Saturday morning I suggested we go for a drive in the country. I had a specific destination in mind. We arrived at the home of a very well known dog trainer. I told Sky to choose one to her liking. She chose a Red Doberman. Over the next few months we would spend time working with the trainer, and of course the dog, learning to handle it. It cost a small fortune, but the peace of mind for Sky was worth it. Diablo is the best dog I have ever seen. Obeys commands instantly, and house broken too. He is also very dedicated to Sky. I think he would take on a lion if he felt she was threatened. The day we brought Diablo home, Sky rewarded me with the best blow job ever. She has obviously relaxed too. I can tell she is less on nerve. It was probably the night she got pregnant too. We were both more at ease, and I performed admirably, I must say. Still those images haunt me. That little worm in my head wiggling about. I watch her sleeping, and can almost see him moving on top of her. Her knees wrapped around his waist as he takes her places I never will. The thrusts of her hips, determined to receive him completely. And those sounds! I hate those fucking sounds! I hate that I don't elicit those sounds from her. My therapist says "These things take time." And "You're making too much of it. Your wife loves you." Hell, I know all that. Tell me something useful. Tell me why everytime I see her pussy I think, 'Man, I'd love to see a big cock plowing that'. Tell me for certain, that every time I'm making love to my wife, she isn't wishing I had a bigger cock. Tell me this was all a fucking nightmare and I'm gonna wake up soon. Skyping with Sky Ch. 03 Authors note. This story was very difficult to write. To place oneself in a horrific situation and try to put it into words is a lot harder than it seems. I have never experienced the events of this story. I have submitted almost 30 stories to this site, none of which are from personal experience or desires. This may be why I get rather defensive when I get flamed by the annons. To those who have read all my work and understand this, 'Thanks'. ***** Once Theodore (Teddy) our son was born, Sky and my life settled down to a normal routine. Theodore is not that popular as a name these days, but it is Sky's father and grandfather's name. We both adore him, and spend every minute we can with him. Diablo sleeps by his crib. We didn't tell him to, he just seems to know what to do and when. He must sense how important Teddy is to us. The last couple of years have been very tough for us, and Teddy has been the only bright spot. Sky and I have not talked much about that night except to our respective therapists. Then one day the dam burst. The wife of the pastor at Sky's church was raped and murdered by a gang of hoodlums. Apparently, it was pretty gruesome. As would be expected, Pastor Jacobs took an indefinite leave of absence. Of course, this only brought back memories of her own experience to Sky. She was very distraught as she told me of Mrs. Jacobs. I could see the hurt in her eyes and the once abated fear returned. This caused an emotional overload for me as well, and we both realized how lucky Sky had been. I broke into tears and said "I'm so sorry Sky. I should have been there for you. It hurts me to see you this way, and it's all my fault. If I hadn't gone out of town, I could have protected you better." "What are you talking about? It wasn't your fault. You didn't make that animal ra... uh.. do that to me. You have nothing to apologize for. You did what you could under the circumstances." I still hadn't told her of my biggest worry. Even after over two years, I still wondered whether I satisfy her sexually any more. I don't know about other husbands, but it is important to me to take care of her needs. A few weeks after the Jacobs incident, I decided to take a more proactive approach. I went to an adult store and bought a new toy. This thing was huge. Ten inches and thick, natural feel and anatomically correct. It dwarfed my meager tool by a lot. That night as we lay in each other's arms, involved in some heavy petting, I decided to not surprise her with it. I thought it best if I talked about what has been bothering me for all this time. "Dear." I started between kisses. "I want to talk about something." Sky was already into the moment "Now?" "Yes. You know I love you right?" "Of course. What's this about?" "Well, you know we haven't really talked about what happened." I started. "You want to talk about that now?" She groaned out disappointedly. "You may not know this, but.. I uh.. I saw it all." At first she looked confused. Then realization hit her, and her face was masked in horror and shame. She began to cry. "I had hoped you were too busy with the police. I'm sorry babe. I can't explain it. Maybe it's just the body's way of dealing with the trauma. Or maybe it like a primal animalistic thing, you know, like cavemen probably didn't take no for an answer. The female just had to be receptive." "I know dear. It's just that, well, since then I have worried if I still do it for you. I'm sure you noticed, I don't measure up, so to speak. I mean he made you cum a couple of times." "Seven." "What? Seven, really? Jeesh. See what I mean. I've never made you cum seven times." I bemoaned. "Babe, I'm sorry that happened, and even sorrier you saw it. I can only promise you that it won't happen again. It was a purely physical response to a bad situation." "Are you sure? I mean, you really seemed to enjoy his big cock. Wouldn't you like to experience that again?" I had to be sure. It's been driving me crazy for so long. "If you saw it all, you saw me fighting him, right?" Looking down, I nodded my head. The mental images of her struggling with him were just as vivid as those of her cumming for him. "That was after he had fucked me and made me cum when we were downstairs. You didn't see me beg him to fuck me again, did you? No. Because I didn't want his cock in me, no matter the size of it. If by some miracle, you suddenly grew a ten inch cock, I would learn to live with it. Because it is your cock, and I love you." "What about a toy? Would you like me to get a big toy to use on you? With a toy, I could make you cum eight times to his only seven." Sky stopped crying long enough to chuckle at that. "No, dear. I don't want a toy. I'm afraid it would only remind me of the whole ordeal. Besides, it's not a competition as to who can make me cum the most. When I cum for you, it's because of the physical and emotional bond between us, not just brute force. Isn't that better?" Sky was right. I'd much rather she cum for me, and not some artificial device. Damn, I wasted eighty bucks on that toy! Well worth it to know I don't need it though. That Sky loves me. Thinking back to all those cuckold videos, I can't help feeling sorry for those people. The husbands that are married to size queens, the wives that are married to men that make them debase themselves for his pleasure, and the couples whose love isn't strong enough to just enjoy each other. It has been a long and painful journey, but I now know that Sky is truly a loving wife.