Summary: Rio Morales was a Latina MILF with a dumptruck ass. Jefferson Davis was the luckiest bastard in New York to have put a ring on her finger, at least that was until he thought until he found a twenty-year old XXXL condom in her drawer.
Follow Jefferson as he discovers Rio's hot past, her hung ex-boyfriend, and the porn-worthy sex tape she made in college. A husband's greatest fear, the big dick ex-boyfriend, has now come to haunt him...!
**********
Jefferson Davis was a great man with a great wife and a son that may or may not have been Spider-Man. Really, the complaints in his life pertained to the little things. Ever since he made-up with his brother Aaron, ever since the new Spider-Man appeared, things were going well for the NYPD Captain.
The sun hadn't fully risen yet, but pale light spilled through the thin curtains of the Morales bedroom. Jefferson Davis woke first, blinking into the quiet. He rolled onto his side, and there she was.
His wife.
Rio Morales, curled up under the blanket, hair spilling across the pillow in dark waves. She always looked peaceful in the morning, like nothing in the world could shake her.
Jefferson smiled, shifting closer, his hand hovering her ass like a teenager sneaking into dangerous territory. He leaned in, whispering into her hair.
"Morning, beautiful."
Rio stirred, half-asleep, already knowing what he was about to try. "Mmm, Jeff…"
He groaned dramatically, dropping his head onto her shoulder. "You're breaking my heart, woman."
She shifted onto her side, the cotton fabric of her camisole stretching gently across her figure. It was simple—white, with thin straps—but the way it clung made it look like something far more elegant. Paired with soft lounge shorts in pale blue, it left just enough to the imagination while flattering the womanly shape beneath.
Rio's body had changed with age, yes, but not in ways that dimmed her allure. Her hips curved with a fullness of a Latina MILF, and when she turned slightly to reach for the blanket, the outline of her figure—waist narrowing, then flaring into a generous shape—was unmistakable. Even half-asleep, Jefferson's eyes followed the movement.
Her legs slipped free of the sheets as she sat up at the edge of the bed. The lounge shorts were cut loose, brushing the upper thigh, and when she leaned forward to smooth her hair, her fat ass pressed against the fabric. Phew. What an ass it was. Sometimes, he wished the whole outfit was transparent. It was the kind of detail that lingered in Jefferson's vision longer than he meant it to.
She stretched, arms lifting above her head, her camisole tugging upward and revealing a trim waistline. Then she sighed softly, as though savoring the quiet moment before the day began. When she glanced back over her shoulder, she caught Jefferson watching her with a small, unguarded smile.
"Already hard?"
"Sorry, babe." He was throbbing. "Gonna blow me or blow me?"
Rio wore that smirk that initially wanted to blow him, until she checked the time. "S-sorry, gotta wake up Miles! And make breakfast!"
Suddenly, she was gone and Jefferson was left with a morning boner. Oh well. He just laughed. That was married life for ya.
Jefferson had a lazy, patient morning. Took a shower, shaved, all that, and then he followed the smell of sizzling butter and coffee down to the kitchen. Today was his day off yet he still went and got ready. It was habit. Weekday mornings belonged to Rio's breakfast, Miles' scramble to get out the door, and Jefferson's attempts to pretend he wasn't already missing the bed.
Miles sat at the table, one leg bouncing as he scrolled through his phone. His backpack leaned against the chair, already half-unzipped, notebooks sticking out.
"Morning, Dad."
"Mornin'." Jefferson sat across from him, still in his undershirt, and accepted a plate from Rio. Eggs, toast, a little fruit on the side. She always made it look easy.
Miles forked food into his mouth while Rio moved around the kitchen with her usual rhythm. Jefferson found himself watching her more than eating. She didn't even realize the effect she had on him, which somehow made it worse. His balls were aching.
'When was the last time we fucked? Two months ago? And it was quickie too…'
Dammit. That was married life for ya.
"Eat," Rio said over her shoulder without turning around.
"I am eating," Jefferson answered, though his fork hadn't touched the eggs.
"You're staring," Miles mumbled through toast.
Jefferson coughed, pretending to be offended. "I'm just appreciating how lucky I am."
Rio gave him a look that said nice try, but there was a smile tugging at her lips.
Breakfast ended quickly. Miles shoved books into his bag, gulping juice, and rushed toward the door. He paused long enough to kiss his mom on the cheek and mutter, "Love you," before bolting outside. The apartment grew quiet again, the kind of silence that made Jefferson realize it really was his day off.
Rio leaned on the counter, sipping her coffee. Jefferson leaned in the doorway, watching her. Without Miles around, there was no reason to hide his grin.
"You know, I could get used to mornings like this," he said.
She raised a brow. "Mornings where you watch me do all the work?"
"Mornings where I get to enjoy the view."
Rio shook her head, but her laugh filled the kitchen. She set her mug down and swatted at him. "I have to eat. And put on my make-up. Unlike you, I have work."
"At twelve. We have an hour to ourselves."
"I take long showers, babe, you know that."
Rio was a part-time nurse. She was beginning to cut back on hours because of the community work she was involving herself in. Rio wasn't a simple housewife, she wanted and did more, and that was what he loved most about her. Rio Morales was the personification of a Latina MILF; she had attitude, kindness, love, and a deep sense of responsibility.
When Jefferson first met her at the police station, when he heard her speak on the phone and snapping her fingers to whoever was on the other line, he knew he wanted to marry her. So he asked her out and two days later, heh, the rest was history.
Before she closed to the door to the bathroom, Jefferson yelled out, "Am I getting lucky tonight?"
A beat passed. "Maybe when I come back!" The door shut. Jefferson laughed.
"That's a yes to me," he said. He got up. Today was his day-off. School ended for Miles at three. "I'll call Aaron. He'll keep him busy."
The husband planned to make today special for no particular reason at all. Just because. Jefferson Davis was many things and the most important of them was a dutiful husband.
He went to their room. "Condoms, condoms…"
He searched the kitchen first. Couldn't find any. He frowned and went to their room. He pulled open the top drawer. Every drawer had its own organization, save for the top drawer. That one just had random shit in it. Socks, receipts, some old ticket stubs, a clutter of forgotten odds and ends. He pushed things aside until his fingers brushed against a small cardboard corner. Something buried beneath the mess.
"Hm."
Curiosity pulled him in. He shifted the pile and tugged out a box, coated with dust. Squinting at the faded label, his stomach did a little flip.
My Size Condoms 69mm x36 XXXL Extremely Extra Large Condoms — World's Largest Condom
Condoms…found.
Great. Right. The World's Largest Condoms. Awesome.
Except—
"These…aren't mine." His brow furrowed as he turned the box over in his hands. "Definitely not mine."
Aside from the title up front, he could hardly read the back. The box was faded, the edges worn, and when he opened it, the foil wrappers inside were slightly yellowed with age.
"Expired for sure. How long have these been here?"
He frowned. He turned it over again. He found a year: 2005. Right now, it was 2023. Almost twenty years old…
How? How was that possible—?
His eyes squeezed shut. The answers came rushing at him all at once. This apartment had first been Rio's, long before him. She'd rented it, then bought it when things with Jefferson got serious.
He moved him in with her after they got married. Back then, he hadn't been a cop and struggled to make ends meet and Rio—god bless that woman—financially supported them. They'd been together ever since, for over fifteen years now. They had a sixteen year old kid, for Christ's sake.
Jefferson wasn't an insecure bastard. He was a cop with a keen mind and a sense for deduction.
These condoms…
"If they're not for me…"
…they had to be from before him. From him.
Jefferson's jaw tightened as he stared at the box. He didn't know much about Rio's ex, just that he existed, that he was a part of her past. But seeing this, it stirred something primal in him. A flicker of jealousy, hot and sharp, coiled in his chest. XXXL.
It couldn't just be XL or XXL. It had to be the world's largest condoms. Fuck. Fuuuck.
The word mocked him, bold and unapologetic. Jefferson Davis was a six-foot-tall black male. He was often subjected to unfair stereotypes. Now, considering that, he wasn't small by any means. He was a solid five inches, perfectly average, but the implication was clear. Her ex had been… bigger.
"Shit, man…"
He tossed the box back into the drawer and slammed it shut, trying to shake off the unease. It didn't matter. That was then, and this was now. Rio was his wife, his woman. And this evening, they were going to fuck like they always did—passionate, intense, and completely theirs.
"World's largest condoms…"
He closed his eyes. Don't imagine it. Just don't.
***
Later that evening, Rio opened the door—
"Oh!"
And saw her husband naked with his five inch erection at the ready.
"J-Jefferson…!"
The big guy smirked. His balls were fat and unloaded. Five inches of black dick stretched out and he purposely tried to look good and seductive. Smiling candles lit up on the tables, he held up his cock. Rio was still in her nurse's outfit, stunned and wide-eyed.
Jefferson bobbed his cock up and down. "Come on, Rio! Let's do this!"
Her husband, Jefferson Davis, standing there completely naked, his five-inch erection jutting out proudly. What had gotten into him for something like this!?
"T-that's…!" Rio looked over her shoulder, neck and ears bright red, and quickly stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "W-what about Miles—"
"He's out with his uncle. Won't be here for tonight. Meaning…" He gave his dick two slow strokes. He wasn't big so the strokes were rather short strokes. He got the point across though. "We can fuck all night long."
Rio sighed, her blush deepening as she finally gave in. She moved closer to him, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. Her hands slid down his chest, stopping as she wrapped her fingers around his hard cock. God, it felt so warm in her hand. She started to jerk him off, feeling him twitch in her grip.
Jefferson groaned into the kiss and he didn't move a damn inch. He let her strokes give his cock that much needed pleasure. "A woman's touch can't be replaced..."
Rio looked at him, a brow raised. "Oh? What, don't tell me you've been jerking off all alone?" Her pace quickened. Jefferson gasped. "You've been a bad boy~?"
"W-wait, Rio..."
Rio pouted and promptly slowed down. His cock was throbbing loudly in her hand and she could tell he was about to burst. Neither of them wanted him to cum just yet. She pulled away from the kiss, giving him a sly smile before leading him by the hand to their bedroom.
Once inside, Rio's hand slipped away from his and she quickly stripped out of her nurse's outfit, baring her voluptuous body to him. Spinning on her feet, she showed her breasts and smiled, hands on her hips. Jefferson's eyes roamed over her, from her C-cup caramel breasts to her bare pussy.
"You've been shaving yourself for me?"
"Mm, something like that."
She bit her bottom lip and gave him that look. His cock went mad.
"I need you, Jefferson~! You and your amazing cock...!"
She walked back and dropped on the bed. She spread her legs and showed him how wet she was. She licked her lips. This MILF hadn't lost her touch in the art of seduction. Wavy hair, a hot look, and a voluptuous body, the middle-aged dick started dripping with pre-cum.
All he had to do was take two steps forward. All he had to do was crawl on her and start this.
"I need you too. But first…" Jefferson went around to the nightstand. Remember her ex's condoms? They might have been old and expired, but they were useable. Probably. And he couldn't let those damn things stay in the house. He could have thrown them out but...
It felt wrong. He had to use them. The World's Biggest Condoms...pfft. It couldn't be that big of a difference.
Rio's eyes widened when she saw it. "Where did you get those?" she asked, panicing.
Jefferson hesitated for a moment before answering. "Found them in the drawer," he said casually, though his heart was pounding. "Figured we'd put them to good use."
Rio's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red and she looked away. "Those are… old," she said quietly. "Really old."
He nodded, his jaw tightening slightly. "I figured." He tore open one of the foil packets and rolled the condom onto his cock—or at least, he tried to. It didn't fit. Not even close. The latex stretched hung off his dick. It refused to stay in place no matter how much he adjusted it.
Forget a small portion, seventy percent of the condom hung loosely.
Rio watched him struggle for a moment before biting her lip. "Jefferson," she called out softly, "maybe we should just… use a different one."
He looked up at her, his expression unreadable. He pulled back the condom one more time, adding layer upon layers. The condom became scrunched up. Even still there was too much dangling off. Way too much.
Jefferson could have doubled his cock and this thing might not have fit him.
'Fuck.'
He just embarrassed himself in front of his own wife, using condoms that she recognized to this day.
"Yeah," Jefferson said finally, his voice tight. "Maybe we should."
He put the XXXL condom down and reached for a regular one from their usual stash. In terms of length, he was exactly five inches and his girth veered on the thicker size. Therefore, perfectly average.
This time, it fit perfectly. Rio let out a shaky breath and a smile. Cradling his cock, he pointed it to her entrance. Suddenly, the electric vibe from before had simmered.
"Ready?" he asked.
Rio nodded, her eyes locked on his. "Ready."
He pushed inside her slowly, savoring the way her body welcomed him. Rio did not gasp, she just kept smiling. When he sheathed himself completely, Jefferson noticed there was no change in her expression. It wasn't until he moved that a familiar sigh left her. His confidence surged. He went faster. He fucked harder.
"T-that's good! That's it...! Mmm..."
There was a quietness in their sex. With Rio gasping and smiling, it wasn't like she was orgasming like crazy or tightening up like crazy either. She was just...there. Experiencing a sigh of pleasure. He hovered above her. He adjusted his angle to go harder.
"Ah! Yes, Jeff! Mmmp, good!"
This fast rhythm was familiar and practiced. He was a cop that ran and exercised. He didn't get winded and he could carry her if need be. Missionary, it wasn't the only position they could do. Jefferson worked out for a reason.
The grunts had a rhythm. The thrusts had a rhythm. It was a little...boring. On top of that, was an edge to it tonight—a tension that hadn't been there before. As if noticing it, Rio's pussy tightened up.
"F-fuck!" That happened every single time. Every time he thought the sex was getting slightly stale, Rio went and proved him wrong. Her pussy felt hot and good. Grunting, Jefferson buried his face in her neck and he kept thrusting into her. "Fuck, Rio," he groaned. "You feel so fucking good."
She smiled and her fingers ran through his buzz cut textured hair. "T-that's good."
He kept going, harder and faster until Rio's pussy tightened up again. He had to fuck faster and harder. His male pride wouldn't stop until he did.
He lifted himself to stare at her face and dipped down to suck on her tits. He had to use all the bags in his tricks.
'I work out. I do foreplay. I do candles. I do everything right...!'
Average cock or not, he was a fetch. He had the athleticism to keep fucking her. He had the pace and control to then stop, grab her hips, and fuck her like a mad man.
Rio cupped her mouth. Her eyes closed and her smile grew. "Yes, yes, yes
"Almost there!?" he asked in a grunt.
"Y-yes! Almost! Almost!"
One hand gripping her hips, the other hand went and pressed down on her clit. Cue the gasp from Rio and the proud smirk on Jefferson. Like he said, a catch.
"A-almost...! Almost...!"
She tightened up! Fuck, whenever they got close, this was always the issue! She got too tight! Jefferson slowed down. His balls twitched and his balls were ordering him to surrender and bust.
"R-Rio...! Come on, come on...!"
Jefferson came first. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He swore in his head as he spilled into the condom. Through sheer willpower, he forced his pulsating cock to keep fucking.
"Y-yes...! Cumming!" Rio had to touch herself a little at the end there but he did. He made her orgasm. He made her eyes roll back and made her wear a big, happy smile.
Jefferson laughed, panted, and collapsed on top of her.
"My hero~!" Rio's fingers traced lazy patterns on his back. After catching his breath, Jefferson pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.
"You're welcome, ma'am," he said cheekily.
Neither of them mentioned the condom—the one that didn't fit. When post-nut clarity made him remember, Jefferson straightened himself up. He pulled out, tossed the filled up condom, and stroked his dick.
"Come on," he said, "We got all night, right?"
Rio looked happy, truly happy. He was going for round. The last time he did that was during their honeymoon. Hell, he gave her three back to back then. It was a personal record. "Mm, definitely...!"
He grabbed her hips and, as though she weighed nothing, flipped her onto her stomach. On instinct, she picked herself up and on instinct Rio knew this was a bad idea. Pressing his dick against her ass, Jefferson was trying to get her to fuck doggy-style.
"Let's try this," he murmured.
"J-Jefferson..."
But as he tried to push his cock into her pussy, he found that his size just wasn't enough to get past her thick ass. This wasn't the first time he tried and frankly it wouldn't be the last. Rio Morales had ALL that ass and he couldn't fuck it. Come on! Talk about a major nerf! Every guy eyed that jiggly ass when it walked in jeans. Every guy imagined fucking her from behind.
But because of some god-given reason, Jefferson Davis, the dude he married Rio, couldn't make dream into reality. He grunted in frustration, thrusting again but still unable to make it work. He simply couldn't get past her cheeks with his five inches.
Just one more inch...! If only he had one more fucking inch...!
Rio was looking over her shoulder. She looked super guilty about it. Noticing her expression, he sighed.
"Dammit," he muttered, pulling back. "Let's try something else."
Rio turned around, trying to comfort him with a smile. She lay down on the bed, spreading her legs for him. "Come on, let's just stick to missionary. Hm?"
Jefferson grunted. Again? Missionary was all they did. But seeing her so willingly do it...
"Fine."
He grabbed his cock, guiding it to her wet entrance before pushing inside. God, she felt so tight around him. He started to thrust, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.
Rio didn't moan, she just panted. He leaned down, taking one of her tits into his mouth and sucking hard. Her back arched and finally, finally, a loud moan escaping her lips. He continued to pound into her. He continued to give her all five inches of black cock.
Jefferson was determined to make her cum, his hips moving faster and harder as he focused on her pleasure. He could feel her walls tightening around him. He could feel his balls tightening up. It wasn't easy. It was never easy.
He worked and went to the gym for a reason. Jefferson had to be fucking the shit out of her at top speed for ten whole minutes. Ten fucking minutes! Any miniscule breaks, any pause or conversation, and her orgasm would far out of reach. It took him a good year when he first made her orgasm. He psyched himself up during their honeymoon, taking pills (one-time thing, he didn't do it again) and working out extra just for the occasion.
He wanted to satisfy her. He would satisfy her.
After what felt like an eternity, she exclaimed, "I'm there!" and grabbed his back. "Yes, Jefferson! I'm there!"
F-fuck! Wait a minute...!
"N-not wearing a condom...!"
"I-it's okay! Do it inside! It's okay!"
As soon as he felt her trembling beneath him, he let go, cumming hard inside her pussy. No condom this time. He emptied his balls, his world turning white.
"Jesus, Rio…" Jefferson found himself collapsing beside her on the bed. When sex got that intense and good, everything felt instinctual and you forget what happened a couple mintues past. "You're not easy to fuck, you know that?"
Rio laughed. "Sorry, is that a bad thing, Mister?"
"No, ma'am!"
They laughed together. They looked at each other.
"Jefferson," she whispered.
"Yeah?"
Rio smiled, a gorgeous smile that only he got see with these words: "I love you."
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his expression softening. "I love you too," he said firmly. "Always."
And with that, he kissed her again—slowly, deeply—as if to erase any lingering doubts from both their minds.
***
The Morales apartment was quiet. Sunlight slipped through the blinds, dust motes drifting lazily in the air. Jefferson sat on the edge of the bed, head bent, pulling on his socks in silence.
Rio leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely, watching him. There was a small crease in her brow, the kind that appeared when she wanted to say something but wasn't sure how.
Finally, she spoke. "Jeff… can I ask you something?"
He glanced up, trying to play casual. "What's up?"
Her eyes flicked away, then back. "Where did you… get that?"
She didn't say the word. She didn't need to. The question hung heavy in the air, both of them knowing exactly what she meant.
Jefferson forced a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ah, you know…the bathroom."
Rio tilted her head, unconvinced. But she didn't press. She gave him a small smile—half warm, half awkward—and disappeared into the kitchen.
Left alone, Jefferson exhaled slowly. He dragged himself into the bathroom, shut the door, and leaned on the sink. His reflection stared back at him, tired eyes underlined by doubt. He opened the top drawer. The thing sat folded in its wrapper. That ridiculous size. That box he should never have touched. He picked it up, turning it over in his hand. For a moment he just stood there, the sound of Rio clinking dishes faint beyond the door.
He whispered, almost to himself, "What the hell was I thinking?"
It wasn't anger, not really. It was something sharper, quieter, a jab right at the pride he'd carried for years. Trying it had been stupid. A mistake. But the worst part wasn't the fumbling or the awkwardness. It was what it stirred inside him.
A gnawing sense of comparison. A ghost from Rio's past still managing to shake him, even now. He couldn't get it out of his head, so he tried again. He unbuckled his belt, jerked off, and rolled the condom on his dick. The condom hung there like it didn't belong. Because it didn't. It didn't fit. Like at all.
He squatted down and got out his phone. "Sizes don't matter that much, do they?"
The world of the internet told him this:
Small (Snug): 49–52 mm (1.9–2.04 in)
Regular (Classic): 52–56 mm (2.04–2.2 in)
Large (XL): 56–64 mm (2.2–2.5 in)
XXL: 64-68mm (2.3-2.5 in)
XXXL: One-of-a-kind lengths and girths. Few brands offer widths up to 69mm (2.7 inches)
"One of a kind? Are you shitting me?"
With the power of Google, he discovered only one in a hundred million men had the size necessary for XXXL. Condoms were stretchy so notwithstanding smaller sizes, it was possible for bigger penises to wear smaller sizes. Oh sure, it would be tight, but it could be put on is the point.
Small (also "close-fit," "snug," "slender," or "slim")
Regular (also "medium," "standard," "typical," "classic," or "average")
Large (also "large format" or "magnum")
Extra-Large (also "XL," "max," "maxi," "maximum," "jumbo," or "grand")
Extra-Extra-Large (also "XXL" or "3X")
Extra-Extra-Extra Large (also "XXXL" "biggest")
WARNING: FOR THOSE IN THE XXXL CATEGORY, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO WEAR CONDOMS OF SMALLER SIZES. THE CONDOMS WILL BREAK.
Not for XXXL cocks, apparently. These dicks straight-up broke condoms.
"Biggest," Jefferson repeated. "Just biggest. Great."
He was all the way at average, medium, and classic and her ex was beyond magnum or jumbo or whatever. Rio's ex-boyfriend was plain the "biggest".
"Out of all guys, she had to fuck the biggest…"
Just his fucking luck…
He planned to throw it out. He should have thrown it out. Instead, he hid in the attic.
For the rest of the morning, afternoon, and evening, it was all he could think about. Jefferson prided himself on his focus during work. Not today. Not anymore.
That night, the house was quiet. Rio had turned in early, exhausted from a long shift. Jefferson had tried to sleep, too, but the thought of that dusty box in the dresser lingered in the back of his mind, needling him. He found himself restless, pacing, until his steps carried him up the narrow pull-down ladder into the attic.
The attic was stale. Jefferson only came here whenever he needed to open up old case files. A single bulb hung overhead, casting long shadows across stacks of boxes, bags, and forgotten clutter. Jefferson coughed, waving a hand through the haze as he made his way deeper inside.
This was Rio's apartment. This was her place. She and her boyfriend probably even fucked here.
"So there's gotta be something left."
His detective side spotted it after a couple minutes: an old cardboard box pushed against the far wall, its edges frayed, lid barely hanging on. He crouched down, curiosity gnawing at him, and dragged it closer.
Inside were DVDs, their cases cracked or scuffed, the kind people used to burn at home. Next to them, wrapped in faded tissue paper, was a photo album.
Jefferson hesitated. His gut told him to leave it alone. It wasn't his history to dig through. But the part of him that had been unsettled since finding the condoms yesterday couldn't resist. He peeled back the paper and opened the cover.
The first photo hit him like a gut punch.
Rio.
Younger, her hair longer, her smile brighter in a way that made her almost look like someone else. Carefree. Next to her stood a white guy, black hair with brown at the tips, glasses perched on his nose. He had that nerdy, unassuming look, but Jefferson felt a chill crawl up his spine. He knew, without anyone telling him, who this was.
The ex-boyfriend. His name?
"Felix...Faeth..."
The way Rio leaned into him, the casual intimacy of her hand resting against Felix's chest, it told Jefferson everything.
Jaw tight, Jefferson flipped through more pages.
Picnic blankets in the park. Holiday dinners. Cheap road trip photos snapped through a car window. Rio's smile in every frame, wide and genuine. Sometimes Felix was behind the camera, sometimes next to her, but always present.
Jefferson's chest tightened. He'd known, in theory, that Rio had a past. Everybody did. But knowing wasn't the same as seeing. These pictures made it real in a way that words never could.
He kept turning pages, half-hoping to find a name scribbled in the margins, some note that would make it feel less personal. But there was nothing. Just photos; Rio and Felix, arms around each other, faces pressed close. A life that had been lived and tucked away.
Jefferson sat back on his heels, album heavy in his hands. He swallowed hard, trying to shake the knot rising in his throat.
It wasn't jealousy, not exactly. He loved Rio, and he knew she loved him. That wasn't in question. But staring at these snapshots, Jefferson felt like an intruder in a story that had been erased but not forgotten. A version of Rio he never knew, and a man whose presence lingered in their house even now.
He closed the album slowly, brushing the dust from its cover. For a long moment, he just sat there in the dim attic, the silence pressing in.
But then he opened it back up. His memory was stirring.
"Wait a minute…" He stared at the white guy. Black hair with brown tips. A very unique. "This guy…I know him. He goes to the same gym as I do."
***
What a small world.
Then again, it wasn't like Felix could be based outside of New York. Rio wasn't a liar, she told him about an ex-boyfriend and she also told him that she stayed in New York for her adult life. The last time she visited Puerto Rico was when she was a little girl too.
Some of these days, he planned to take her back there to see her family. After Miles graduated.
As for Felix and the gym situation...
Jefferson Davis had convinced himself he wasn't going to do it. He wasn't going to follow up. He wasn't going to make a fool of himself. He was a grown man with a badge, a mortgage, and a teenage son. He was above this.
And yet, here he was. Sitting on the edge of a weight bench at the local gym, pretending to tie his shoe while his eyes flicked—again—across the room.
There he was. His good eye hadn't lied.
Felix.
The ex-boyfriend.
His wife's ex-boyfriend.
Same nerdy glasses. Same lanky frame. The man looked like he should be at a comic book convention, not benching 200 pounds like it was nothing. Jefferson's jaw tightened as Felix racked the bar and sat up, wiping his face with a towel. He was a good-looking guy. You know, the type that got people saying, "White boy summer" or whatever. That was after Jefferson's dating days. Before, communities were much tighter and social media was a small factor.
Jefferson moved to the dumbbell rack, picked up a pair that were heavier than he usually used, and started curling with way too much effort. His eyes, of course, stayed glued to Felix.
Felix moved...well, he couldn't criticize him was all. Good form, steady pace, and breathing just right. Jefferson cursed silently. He'd thought this guy would be fumbling around, maybe trying to impress someone, but no. He was smooth.
Across the gym, Felix didn't even notice him. Just moved from bench to pull-ups, to cables, as if Jefferson wasn't burning a hole in the back of his head with sheer suspicion.
By the time Felix wrapped up his workout, Jefferson's shirt was soaked with sweat, his arms felt like noodles, and he had nothing to show for it except a sore ego. But he wasn't done. Oh no. Felix slung his towel over his shoulder and headed toward the locker room.
Jefferson followed.
It was ridiculous. He knew it was ridiculous. He felt like some undercover cop trailing a suspect—only this wasn't about crime, it was about… well, something else. Something much stupider. Inside the locker room, Jefferson tried to act casual. He opened a locker that wasn't his, just for cover, stealing glances over the door. Felix was at the far end, towel around his waist, humming some tune while he got his stuff together.
Jefferson couldn't stop his brain from spiraling. 'This is the guy. This is the guy Rio smiled for in those photos. The guy whose box of condoms were still in our dresser.'
He grit his teeth. He wanted to hate Felix, but the man was just… so normal. Which made it worse.
Then Felix started walking toward the showers, still humming, towel slung over one shoulder. Jefferson froze. His thoughts raced.
'Do I follow? Do I dare? Am I really that crazy?'
Yes. Yes, he was.
And so, Jefferson—six foot two, muscles for days, former cop, current husband and father—slipped out of his gym shorts, and trailed after the ex-boyfriend of his wife into the shower.
Felix picked a stall. Jefferson, without thinking, chose one two spaces down. Close enough to keep tabs, far enough to avoid suspicion. Water hissed to life all around them, steam filling the air.
Jefferson's eyes darted sideways. He didn't want to look. He really didn't. But curiosity clawed at him until he gave in.
And that was it. Game over.
Fuck.
His worst fears came true.
Fuck, fuck.
Jefferson pursed his lips.
'Fuck, he's big.'
The comparison wasn't close between them.
Jefferson tilted his head back under the water, eyes squeezed shut, steam rolling off his shoulders. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to cry. Mostly, he wanted to un-see what he'd just seen.
"Of course," he muttered, water splashing into his mouth. "Of course the nerdy ex-boyfriend's gotta be… bigger. Why not? Why the hell not."
He flexed his chest automatically, reminding himself he was broader, taller, stronger. He had the muscles. He had the life. He had Rio. But still—
He peeked again. Couldn't help it.
It fucking hung there. A slab of meat that was notably pale in colour and thicker than Jefferson's wrist. It had a healthy amount of veins and a tip that reminded Jefferson of his balled-up fist.
'One, two, three, four...' He should have stopped counting at that point. 'Five.'
Five inches flaccid. Five inches was all Jefferson could offer. For Felix, that was just HALF of his flaccid length. What Jefferson's prime black cock showed during his honeymoon, this white fucker had twice over while in a cold shower. He sucked in a breath and glanced down at himself, his own modest length shriveled from the cold water. Even hard, he knew he couldn't compare. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. The sound of Felix rinsing off echoed, followed by the casual shuffle of him grabbing his towel. Jefferson stayed put, staring at the wall, waiting until Felix's humming faded out of the locker room.
Only then did Jefferson shut off his shower and lean against the stall, muttering with all the defeated weight of a man who'd just been outdone in a contest he didn't sign up for.
"Of course the ex has to be a hung bastard," he groaned, pressing his forehead to the cool tile. "Of course."
'This is the guy Rio used to date. This guy with the monster cock.' He felt a mix of emotions—jealousy, insecurity, curiosity—all swirling together in a toxic brew.
"That shit was swinging. Swinging...! How does your dick swing like that...!?"
Jefferson's mind raced as he tried to process what he was seeing. This was Felix. Rio's ex. The one who had left behind those XXXL condoms in the drawer. The one who had been with her before him.
Jefferson turned on the shower again and sprayed his face, letting the water wash over him, annoyance written all across his features. He flexed his shoulders, reminded himself he was taller, broader, stronger. He had a career, a family, a life.
And then there were the stereotypes; the ones Jefferson had always tried to ignore but now felt impossible to escape. BBCs? Big black cocks? Please. That shit was irrelevant here. This white boy could have been a porn star! Hell, most porn stars would have been dwarfed by him.
"Out of all people, Rio, you had to get with the one guy who could make a career in BWC porn..."
He hit his head again. How the fuck was any guy supposed to recover? Out of every good and bad cop in the world, it was Jefferson that had to be stuck with his wife having been bleached.
He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. 'This is ridiculous,' he told himself. 'Rio chose me. She's with me now.' But the doubts lingered, gnawing at him.
Jefferson decided it was time to leave. He'd lingered long enough in the showers, long enough to stew in his own ridiculous thoughts. He slung his towel over his shoulder and headed toward the exit of the shower.
Thwap, thwap, thwap!
That wasn't his dick. For Jefferson, the world went into slow motion. There was no sound but the pounding of his own heart and the imagined slap of something that surely hadn't been that loud in reality.
Thwap! Thwap! thwap!
Jefferson's eyes squeezed shut in disbelief.
Thwap!
Felix was right there in front of him. He was walking back.
Jefferson's lips pursed tight. His nostrils flared. He looked heavenward like a man asking, 'Really, Lord? This is what we're doing today?'
Felix went past him, glancing about. Brother's dick was dangling. He was searching for something and was evidently looking around. He twisted his torso. His dick swung. Thwap!
Goddammit.
As a cop, in any other situation, he would have helped out. But Rio's ex? No way.
"Hey, want help? What are you searching for?"
Telling yourself something and ignoring it was apparently what Jefferson excelled at. Yep, he helped. He helped Rio's ex. Jefferson fucking hated himself. He fucking hated that Felix brightened and nodded and thanked him. He was searching for his watch. They ended up finding it where Jefferson had been. It must have somehow fell and slid over from the water.
"It happens sometimes," Jefferson said.
"Thank you, man! Appreciate it!"
He ran off.
Thwap, thwap!
Seeing white brother's dick slap against his thigh was like watching a war-time documentary. A hundred years of progress to watch this white dude clap his future wife's cheeks? Man...
Jefferson stood there for a good minute before he left the gym. Stepping outside, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
< Wifey: Dinner tonight?
Wifey.
'You got your shit rocked from that white dude, wifey...'
Jefferson sighed. He stared at the screen for a moment before typing back. But as he walked to his car, he couldn't help but wonder: Does she ever think about him? Does she ever compare us?
The questions followed him all the way home, lingering in the back of his mind like a ghost he couldn't shake. And as he pulled into the driveway, he knew one thing for certain: this wasn't over. Not yet.
"Hey," Rio greeted him as he walked through the door, her smile warm and familiar. "How was your work out?"
Jefferson forced a smile in return. "Fine," he said, though the word felt hollow. He wanted to ask her about Felix, about the photos, about everything. But instead, he kissed her on the cheek and headed to the kitchen.
As he poured himself a glass of water, he caught sight of the drawer where he'd found the condoms. His jaw tightened again. 'Why did she keep them?' he wondered. 'Why didn't she throw them away?'
"Everything okay?" Rio asked, her voice soft as she appeared in the doorway.
Jefferson turned to her, his thoughts still swirling. "Yeah," he said after a moment. "Just… thinking."
She tilted her head, studying him. "About what?"
He hesitated, then shook his head. "Nothing important."
Rio thought about it for a couple seconds. Then, she flushed and looked away. She figured it out. The condom slip.
Rio ran off.
'She knows.'
His detective senses were never wrong.
That evening, Jefferson couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. Something small, almost imperceptible, but there nonetheless. And as he lay in bed that night, not fucking and deciding to just sleep, he knew one thing for certain: he needed answers. Whether he liked them or not.
***
He was back in the gym showers. He was alone for now, but the sound of footsteps echoed faintly behind him. He was a cop and a damn good detective too. He planned this. He didn't want to chase after Felix, he wanted to wait. That way, conversations would flow without raising alarm bells on his side. He didn't want Felix to know that he married Rio.
Jefferson just didn't think it was something to be proud of. Not in front of Felix anyway.
Jefferson's heart skipped a beat when he heard the weight of a body nearby. He glanced over his shoulder, and there he was. Felix. Decently tall with that same confident stride that made Jefferson's stomach twist. His black hair, tipped with brown, was damp from his workout, and his glasses were slightly fogged from the steam. But it wasn't his face that Jefferson's eyes were drawn to. It was the undeniable presence of Felix's flaccid cock, hanging heavily between his legs.
Thwap, thwap, thwap!
'Ten inches,' Jefferson thought bitterly. Even soft, it was a monster. In comparison, Jefferson was maybe two inches flaccid. 'White boy is literally five times bigger than me...'
Felix stepped under the showerhead a few feet away, completely at ease in his own skin. Jefferson couldn't help but glance down at himself, his own flaccid length looking almost pitiful in comparison. He felt a surge of heat rise to his cheeks, a mix of shame and jealousy that he couldn't quite shake. 'Even hard, I wouldn't come close,' he thought, his jaw tightening.
"Hey," Felix said casually, nodding in Jefferson's direction. His voice was smooth, almost too calm, as if he didn't have a care in the world. "Thanks for yesterday by the way."
"No problem," Jefferson replied, forcing a smile. "Workout go okay?"
"Yeah, pretty good," Felix said, running a hand through his hair. "You?"
"Same," Jefferson muttered, his eyes flicking back to Felix's dick before he could stop himself. The man was built like a god—muscles rippling under his skin, his cock and balls swaying slightly as he moved. Jefferson felt a pang of inadequacy that he couldn't ignore.
There was a moment of silence, the only sound the steady stream of water hitting the tiles. Jefferson knew he shouldn't ask, but the words tumbled out before he could stop them. "You ever have trouble with women? Being… you know, like that?"
Felix chuckled, a low, easy sound that made Jefferson's stomach churn. "Nah," he said, shrugging. "I've only had a couple girlfriends. Nothing serious."
Jefferson's mind raced. 'A couple. One of them was Rio,' he thought, the jealousy bubbling up like acid in his throat. He forced himself to keep his tone casual.
"You get around, eh?"
"Not as much as you'd think."
"The marriage type then?"
"Sort-of," Felix said, turning to face Jefferson fully now. His confidence was almost overwhelming. "Just date around."
'Date around,' Jefferson repeated in his head. 'Meaning he's been fucking women left and right.' The thought made his chest tighten, his insecurities clawing at him like a wild animal. He tried to push it down, to remind himself that he had Rio now, that they had a life together. But it was hard to ignore the man standing in front of him—the man who had once had Rio in ways Jefferson could only imagine.
"Well," Felix said after a moment, turning off the water and reaching for a towel. "Thanks for the chat. See you around."
Thwap, thwap!
Every fucking time.
The moment the door closed behind him, Jefferson let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the water still pouring over him as he tried to steady his racing thoughts.
But it was no use. The image of Felix—his dwarfing dick size, his confidence, his everything—was seared into Jefferson's mind. And worse, the thought of Rio with him, of her touching him, kissing him, wanting him… it was too much. Jefferson felt a heat building low in his stomach, a mix of anger and arousal that he couldn't ignore.
He reached down, his hand wrapping around himself as he leaned back against the shower wall. His eyes closed, and against his better judgment, he let his mind wander. He imagined Felix with Rio, imagined her moaning his name as he took her, as he gave her everything Jefferson couldn't. The thought should have disgusted him, but instead, it only fueled the fire burning inside him.
His strokes quickened, his breath coming in short gasps as he lost himself in the fantasy. It was wrong—he knew it was wrong—but he couldn't stop. The shame only made it more intense, the knowledge that he was getting off on the thought of another man with his wife twisting something deep inside him.
When he finally came, it was with a choked gasp, his release spattering weakly against the shower tiles. He stood there for a moment, panting, the water washing away the evidence of his shame. But it couldn't wash away the feeling that lingered in his chest. The feeling that he wasn't enough, that he never would be.
As he turned off the water and reached for his towel, Jefferson couldn't help but feel a deep sense of self-loathing. He was a black man, strong and proud, but in that moment, he felt small. Smaller than he ever had before.
***
Jefferson lay there in bed. It was night. They could have sex if they wanted to. It was up to Jefferson, really. Rio never really initiated. Now that he thought about it, that was strange. Did she not want him?
"Fuck it..."
Rio was walking around in just in her panties after coming out of the shower. She was bending over, searching for something to wear when Jefferson said, "So the other day I saw Felix in the gym locker room naked."
Rio stopped in her tracks and looked back at her husband with a surprised big-eyed look. Out of all things to come out of his mouth, she did not expect that. "F-Felix?"
"Your ex, yeah." Jefferson crossed his legs and continued, "I couldn't believe how huge his cock is."
A beat passed. There, he said. Rio...Rio laughed. It was nervous little thing. "W-what were you doing looking?"
"We go to the same gym is all. I was just walking by and there it was. It was so humongous it's not like I could miss the thing."
Rio let out a sound that closest to being a laugh. Since Jefferson sounded and looked calm about it, it wasn't...wrong, right? Reddening, she covered her face partially with both hands. "Jefferson! Oh my God. That's..."
Her knees seemed to weaken. That was Jefferson's cue. He walked over to her and she put her head down in his chest. She put her arms around her bear of a husband as she often did when she was bashful about something (it was cute).
Feeling bold, he asked jokingly, "How did you get that thing in you?"
This resulted in another uproar of laughter from her. Rio finally said, "Yeah, he's pretty big."
Jefferson pushed. He had to know. "Seriously, how did you get that thing in you?"
Rio blushed hard and stammered, "L-lots of lube, okay?"
"I bet he had to go in very slow."
A long silence went by. Rio looked up at him again. "...y-you're not going to be hung up on this?"
"Hung up? Like pissed?" A cute nod. "No. Not at all. I was just surprised to see that your ex's dong was that humongous. I'm just glad you survived and that he didn't split you in half with that thing."
She was laughing hard. He hadn't seen her this happy about something in a long time. It was slightly refreshing. When she finally calmed down, she downplayed it like he was expecting. "He...he was a little too big actually for me. You're the perfect size."
"Oh really?"
"Mm hmm."
"Didn't you like his big cock though?"
Reluctantly, she admitted, "Yeah, I did. But I like yours more."
She was shaking for a little bit. Rio Morales was a stern mother, oh yes. Yet she had been a college student once. She had been a girl in love once. She got embarrassed easily and so she had to sit down on their bed.
'I don't think I've seen her this nervous about something in a long time.'
"Do you remember the second time we had sex?" Jefferson suddenly said.
"H-huh? Not…not really."
"I do. I remember it well. I remember you riding me with her feet flat on the mattress. It was so that you could really squat, you know? It was a move I had seen in porn, but for, erm…obvious reasons, I never experienced myself. Until you." Rio didn't understand what he was trying to say until he added, "I also remember the brief look of disappointment when I slipped out so easily."
Rio's eyes widened and a light bulb went off. She knew exactly what he was talking about. "T-that's not true."
"Rio, you got a fat ass. Like an actual dumptruck ass. You know I don't have enough meat for it. So no secrets.
"No…secrets?"
"No secrets. Tell me everything. About Felix or any other ex." Rio hummed nervously. Jefferson patted her on the back. "Come on, we've been together for sixteen years! We have a kid! Do I look like the type to leave?"
"N-no, it's just…promise you won't get mad?"
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She let out a heavy breath. A weight seemed to fall off her shoulder. "Felix and me…yeah, there was the physical side. He was big. It was...loud." Damn, she was going for it. "We went for hours. We got complaints, actually, so at some point," she giggled a little, "we had to go to hotels to fuck. And then they would complain."
Rio looked over to see if it was okay. It was. Jefferson was smiling. "He got you that bad, huh?"
"Yeah, he could go forever." She thought she made a mistake. When Jefferson laughed, she was relieved that it wasn't.
"He didn't look like much but when you watch him? Phew. And his balls? Crazy size. Yeah, I can see it."
"Yeah, even back then, he was into keeping himself fit. He threw me around, pinned me to the wall, that sort of thing."
'Pinned you to the wall!?'
Jesus. The sex sounded more like porn than real life: white boy was strong, hung, great stamina, could throw her around, pin her to walls, and fuck anywhere any time.
"Why'd you break-up then?"
"Well," she fiddled with her thumbs, "we broke up a couple times. But, erm…"
"You went back."
A cute nod.
"Y-yeah, I ended up crawling back just for a fuck."
Jefferson was in shock. She actually said fuck.
"Was he abusive or…?"
"No way. No. He was great. Absolutely fine to me. But…" Rio looked away. "It…it's why I married you."
"...?"
"He didn't want to have kids. I did."
Ah. Jefferson smiled. "I see."
Miles was the game-changer.
"Plus," Rio added casually, "he had to leave the country for his new job too."
"Oh? He left the country? But he's back now."
"It was a temporary posting. I was supposed to—" She stopped. Jefferson could see in real-time his wife realizing she made a mistake. She laughed nervously. She tried to weasel out of it and say, "Well, it doesn't matter."
Nope, Jefferson gave her a stern look. "Everything," he insisted.
"W-well, technically, I was supposed to go with him but my visa got denied and stuff—"
"Hold on. Visa. Visa…" Jefferson's brow furrowed. Rio had that look of panic. Her husband wasn't a cop for fun. He was damn good at his job. Of course he was going to figure it out. "The first time we met at a station…it was because you lost your driver's license, wasn't it?" No response from Rio. Jefferson kept going. "I remember, I remember saying we can't do anything about it, and when you were walking away, that was when I asked you out."
Rio's complexion would have been tomato red if her luscious caramel skin allowed it.
"Uh…"
"It was an impromptu, informal date. Just a quick coffee and laugh. But you cut the date short, saying you had to go early."
"Jefferson, come on...!"
"You got your cheeks clapped that night, didn't you?"
"We weren't together, he and I weren't together, it was just…" She breathed. "We were just thinking about getting back together, that was all."
"Thinking about it..." Jefferson knew what that mean. "I-I can't believe it, I was out there stumbling and mumbling and you were getting dicked down hard. Damn. Damn!"
"A-are you mad?"
"Mad?" Jefferson couldn't find it in his heart to be mad. All the jealousy and shit was gone for some reason. Talking to Felix, talking to Rio, an equal weight left his shoulders. He laughed. "Shit, I'm impressed."
"R-really?"
"Was it just him you fucked or…?"
Rio shook he rhead. "No, honest! He was my first, you were second!"
"First and second...sheesh, talk about steep competition."
Rio tried to explain herself. "I was…I was…that day I came to the station, to be honest, I…I did want to go with him. But then my driver's license was gone and it would take too long so I just figured…it was done. The world was telling me to let go. Felix agreed."
"Right…so he fucked you one last time."
"N-no, no!" Rio was vehemently trying to deny the whore allegations. It was hilarious. "He dropped some stuff off too! Stuff he didn't need!"
"Like the condoms? And the DVDs?"
"Err, you saw those?"
He squinted. "DVDs…overseas...in the 2000s...a nerdy, smart guy…" Light bulb. Rio paled. "Hey, wait a minute, by any chance, did he leave a sex tape in those DVDs?"
"Uh...."
So up to the attic they went. Rio threw on a semi-transparent white gown, her panties digging into her ass cheeks wonderfully. He loved watching her climb above him...
A-anyway, his wife knew precisely where it was in the box. She was nervous. She pulled out the DVD and inserted into the old school TV they had nearby.
"J-Jefferson, are you—?"
"Sure? Yes. Rio, I've have had sex with you too. I doubt this is that much different."
The two of them knew that was NOT true. Not at all. Gulping, Rio turned on the DVD player.
The screen flickered to life and the image of a younger Rio filled the room. Her hair was longer, her boobs smaller, and a single eye wild with a hunger Jefferson had never seen before.
The very first thing he heard was a cock slap, then this:
"This cock is all I need," he heard Rio giggling, "and maybe some air."
This was the first thing he saw with his own two eyes was equally as demoralizing. The other half of her face, including her eye, was blocked by a block of beige. A thick, veiny, twelve inches long cock, staying there on her face, giggling.
"Mm, I'm going to wear you out. I'm going to empty your balls so that you can't leave this country.
Voluntarily, Rio's head dipped lower and she opened her mouth to lick his balls.
These were the first four seconds. Four seconds in and she was already worshipping her ex's white balls. Jefferson was in shock. His heart required resuscitation and it came in the form of a manly groan from Felix. Jefferson's hands clenched into fists as he watched his wife's tongue swirl around Felix's balls. She intentionally showed her face to the camera, using long strokes to back away and then dip back in. Her goal was to look good for him. For the camera.
Rio Morales looked good indeed. Better than good, a stunning Latina chick confident in herself and her skills. A woman obsessed with her boyfriend with the way she NEVER broke eye contact.
Jefferson's own cock, nothing by comparison, twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't look away.
"Jesus Christ," Jefferson muttered under his breath. "How is that even—?"
Rio beside him shifted uncomfortably, her face flushed crimson. "Jefferson, I—" she started, but her voice cracked as Felix's deep growl filled the room and his cock throbbed on top of her.
"Such a good girl. You love this big dick, don't you? Tell me how much you love it."
The younger Rio showed it by dragging her tongue from the underside of his ballsack, all the way up to the top of the sack, through the underside of his girthy shaft, and back until to lick and kiss the tip of his cock.
The loud, "Mwah!" was deafening.
Rio had never used a technique like that on Jefferson. Not ever.
"So much," the Rio in the video whimpered. "Your cock is… it's unreal. I'll never settle for less."
Oh, but she did, didn't she?
Present-day Rio winced, her hands flying to her face. "Oh Lord...Oh my God, I-I didn't mean that!" she blurted out, turning to Jefferson. "I was… I was young and stupid. Your cock is more than enough, baby. I swear."
But she did.
- FULL PART ON PATREON! -