All Marties 18+

It was an incredible game. Each point scored, Marty bounced and ground his feminised cheeks on my lap with such exuberance that I'd blown my load multiple times before the final whistle. I drive home in an orgasmic haze. Marty heads straight to bed, exhausted from the excitement. I’m tempted to join him.

I find my wife waiting in the living room, darkened except for the light of the TV screen tuned to the sports channel.

“A friend of mine told me to tune into the game. Said she saw you and ‘some whore’,” she says, pressing a button on the remote. I stare in the horror at the incriminating footage - me and Marty at the game pressed tight together, my feverish hands tugging down his football jersey to expose his silicone-bloated bimbo breasts, his hard nipples playthings between my fingers.

“Honey, I can’t explain.”

“Don’t,” she says coldly. “I’ve already booked the surgeon.”

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“There. Isn’t that better?” My wife grip my slender jaw, coaxing my head around to Marty’s beautiful face as she guides his delectably soft lips against my own. “A beautiful big pair for you both,” she coos, cupping the new additions nestled inside my chest. Her expert gentle touch sends shivers of pleasure through my tender orbs. “Now you gorgeous girls can enjoy yourselves as much as you like. And nobody will ever recognise my husband and his little slut humiliating me on national television.”

Her mocking tone fades into the background. I moan around Marty’s eager, probing tongue as it massages my tonsils.