The front door slammed open and in walked Tyler, the same cocky bastard who'd been tormenting my son all through high school and now, at nineteen, still ruled the neighborhood like he owned every inch of it. My wife, Lena, was already waiting in the living room wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that barely covered her heavy tits. I sat on the couch in my usual spot, pants around my ankles, cock already half-hard from the sick anticipation.
Tyler didn't even look at me. He grabbed Lena by the hair and yanked her in for a rough kiss, his tongue shoving deep while his free hand ripped the robe open. Her big tits spilled out, nipples stiff, and he slapped one hard enough to make her gasp. "On your knees, slut. Show your husband how his replacement gets serviced."
Lena dropped without a word, unzipping Tyler's jeans and hauling out his thick, veiny cock. It was bigger than mine had ever been, even when I was younger. She wrapped both hands around it and started stroking, spitting on the head before sucking him down like she was starving. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room as she gagged herself on his meat, spit dripping down her chin onto her tits.
I stroked my own dick slowly, watching every inch disappear into my wife's throat. Tyler looked over at me and smirked. "That's right, old man. This is what she needs now. Your boy's bully owns this mouth." He thrust his hips, fucking Lena's face until tears ran down her cheeks. When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected her lips to his cock.
He hauled her up and bent her over the arm of the couch right in front of me. Her ass was up, pussy already glistening. Tyler didn't tease. He lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Lena cried out, pushing back against him. The wet slap of his hips hitting her ass echoed through the room as he pounded her hard and fast.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned. "Deeper. Use me." Tyler grabbed her hips, fingers digging in, and railed her like he was trying to break her in half. Every thrust made her tits swing and her ass ripple. I could see her pussy lips stretched tight around his thick shaft, cream coating him every time he pulled back.
He reached down and yanked her head up so she was looking straight at me. "Tell him whose pussy this is now."
"Yours," Lena panted, eyes glassy. "Tyler's. My husband's cock doesn't even compare."
Tyler laughed and slapped her ass again, leaving a red handprint. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch cushions, and shoved back inside. Her legs went over his shoulders as he folded her in half and fucked her even harder. The couch creaked under them. I could smell her arousal, thick and musky, mixed with his sweat.
He looked at me again while he drilled her. "You like watching your son's bully stretch your wife's cunt? Bet you jerk off thinking about it every night." I nodded, fist pumping faster. My balls were tight, cock leaking onto my fingers.
Tyler pulled out and dragged Lena to the floor on all fours. He mounted her from behind again, this time reaching under to rub her clit while he fucked her. She came hard, shaking and screaming, pussy squirting around his cock. He didn't stop. He kept pounding through her orgasm until she was whimpering.
When he was ready, he yanked her up by the hair and made her kneel again. He stroked his cock over her face and unloaded thick ropes across her tongue, her tits, and even a few splashes that landed on the floor near my feet. "Clean it," he ordered. Lena licked him spotless, then looked at me.
Tyler grinned. "Your turn to clean up, cuck. Lick my load off your wife's tits while I watch." I crawled forward on my knees, tongue out, tasting his salty cum mixed with her sweat. Lena held my head there, moaning softly as I licked every drop.
Tyler was already getting hard again. He pulled Lena onto his lap on the couch, facing me, and sank her down on his cock.
She rode him reverse cowgirl, tits bouncing, while he reached around and fingered her clit. "This is how it's gonna be from now on," he said, voice low and rough. "I fuck her whenever I want. You watch. You clean. And your son stays the fuck out of my way."
Lena came again, grinding down on him, and Tyler followed, pumping another load deep inside her. When he pulled out, thick white cum leaked from her swollen pussy. He pushed her forward so her ass was in my face. "Eat it out of her. Show some respect."
I buried my tongue in her messy cunt, lapping up every bit of his seed while Lena moaned and pushed back against my mouth. Tyler watched, stroking his cock lazily, already planning the next round.
By the time he left that night, Lena was a sweaty, cum-covered mess on the living room floor, and I was empty, aching, and already addicted to the new order in our house. Tyler had taken my place completely, and neither of us wanted it any other way.
