Mrs. Incredible's Incredible Ex-Boyfriend

Summary: The big dick ex-boyfriend. The fear of every married man. Knowing that your wife got absolutely destroyed by a huge cock that you could never hope to match.

It was a fear even Mr. Incredible harboured—and it was a fear that turned into his reality when he found old VHS tapes in his garage. Ms. Incredible, Elastigirl, the highly independent superheroine that he fell in love with, got her ass clapped by her ex’s massive cock.

And all he could do was watch.  

Themes: Pseudo-NTR, Bigger Dick, Sex Tape, Size Comparison, Past Relationship

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“Settle down? Are you kidding?! I'm at the top of my game! I'm right there with the big dogs! Girls, come on! Leave the saving the world to the men? I don't think so!”

She said it on national television. 

Elastigirl, a proud, independent woman. A gal that took no shit from a man. A woman that eventually fell in love and became a housewife. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. A big ass, flirty personality, and responsible. Respectful. She was the opposite of toxic; she was the kind of woman any and every man wanted to wife up.

Robert "Bob" Parr was that lucky man. He wifed Elastigirl up. He got “busy”, fucked her silly, make that delicious ass clap, and knocked her up with three kids. 

All was well.

Bob was whistling, happy and smiley. 

The late afternoon sun filtered into the garage through narrow slats. Bob Parr—Mr. Incredible—was hunched over, sorting through a pile of old junk that had accumulated over the years. It was a rare moment of quiet in the Incredibles household. With the kids off at school and Helen—Elastigirl—out doing hero work, Bob had the place to himself. For once, the garage wasn’t the scene of a mad dash for tools or hurried repairs. It was peaceful.

“Haah…” 

Bob was huge, with the height of a professional basketball player and the build of a rugby player. A juggernaut of a man whose muscles were precisely as they seemed. 

Bob moved an old box aside when something caught his eye: a small cardboard container shoved into the corner, dusty and clearly forgotten. Curiosity piqued, Bob wiped his hands on his jeans and pulled it out. Scrawled on the top in faded marker were the words "Helen's Stuff."

“Helen’s?” Bob muttered to himself, a bit surprised. He hadn’t seen this before. The black tape seemed almost ominous. 

Well, he didn’t need a knife. He opened it up with his nail. 

Inside, there was a disorganized pile of VHS tapes. Most had innocent titles—“Vacation ‘47,” “Family Reunion,” and others that seemed like simple home movies—but there were several more with a different, more cryptic label: Fun with John.

Bob squinted at the name. “John?”

He didn't recall Helen ever mentioning anyone named John. His brow furrowed as he tried to think back. No one in her family was named John. As a matter of fact, there was no one he knew named John. As common a name it was, it just hadn’t existed in his life.

So if she was having fun…

“Nah. No way.”

Helen had mentioned before—once or twice—that during her younger days, she had a wild streak. The mohawk, the motorcycle, things that took him by surprise when he first found out. They were things she hadn’t shared with him for years. The idea of her having had an ex? Sure, that wasn’t…okay, it was shocking. At the same time, they had both lived entire lives before they got married, before the hero work took center stage and their marriage.

So an ex-boyfriend? As uncomfortable as it was, it was possible and he was okay with it.

“But these tapes…1947 is when we met and got together...” Bob murmured. “Is it of us or...?”

A strange, uneasy feeling settled in Bob's gut. His large hand hesitated over the tapes before pulling one free. “Fun with John – Tape 1.” He turned the VHS over in his hands, debating for a moment before glancing at the small television mounted in the corner of the garage. The kids weren’t home, and he was alone. 

“Come on, it’s probably not a big deal. Fun can mean anything. L-like a water gun fight.” 

His thumb traced the edge of the label again, and before he could talk himself out of it, he slid the tape into the VCR and hit play.

“Yeah, it’s not a big deal. Relax, Bob.”

The screen flickered to life with the unmistakable crackle of an old tape, lines distorting the image as it adjusted. Bob’s fingers hovered near the remote as the screen resolved itself into something clearer. For a second, all he could hear was static.

Then, a loud, unmistakable moan filled the garage, reverberating through the stillness.

“Jooohnnnn~!”

Bob’s eyes widened, his heart leaping into his throat as the realization hit him like a truck. His hands fumbled for the remote, and he scrambled to hit the stop button. The TV went silent, the image frozen mid-frame, a blur of skin and motion, but he didn’t need to look twice to understand what he had stumbled upon.

Helen’s voice. Her moan. 

That was Helen. His wife.

Her fair-skinned, jiggly ass cheeks. 

What the fuck? What the actual fuck was this!?

The remote nearly slipped from his hand. The fat ass cheeks were one thing, but lower, down to her pussy…

“Oh my god.” 

In the stopped frame, her pussy was stretched by the biggest cock Bob had ever seen. The blur didn't hide anything. The sheer girth was obscene. It…it was…

Unfathomable.

‘What the hell, what the hell, what is that thing—?’

Bob breathed in stunned silence, the remote still in his hand. This wasn’t just some old, forgotten home movie. This was a raunchy sex tape. And John? Whoever the hell he was, he had clearly shared a part of Helen’s life that Bob hadn’t even known existed.

“That’s Helen…” 

He knew her ass. That shape…it was slightly thinner than before. Pre-pregnancy, no doubt.

His throat felt dry. He leaned back against the workbench, his eyes lingering on the screen. It was all ass and cock. A big ass and a big cock, l-like they were meant to be together.

He tried to compose himself, to shove down the emotions bubbling up inside him. It wasn’t like Helen hadn’t had a life before they met—he knew that. They both had pasts. It was fine, completely natural. But… the tapes?

Why did she keep them?

He couldn't help but recall that conversation they’d had, when she had let slip about the motorcycle, the mohawk, all the rebellious things she'd done that he had never known about. It was one of the first times he realized that, despite how close they were, there were still parts of Helen’s life—her past—that she had kept from him. That she had lived a different life as Elastigirl, away from the suburban family life they now shared.

But this? A series of sex tapes with a man named John?

Bob felt his hand grip the edge of the workbench harder. Moaning another man’s name… 

Fuck. Fuck. And that cock. The sheer size of it…!

His gaze flicked back to the VHS player, to the pile of tapes still sitting in the box. He felt a knot tighten in his chest. There was a part of him—the logical part—that told him to stop, to put the tape back, to leave it alone. But there was another part of him, the part that couldn’t stop wondering.

What was on the rest of those tapes? Why had Helen kept them? And why had she never told him about John?

Bob clenched his jaw. He had to know. Even if it tore at something inside him, he had to know. Before he could stop himself, his finger hovered over the play button, hesitating for just a moment, before he pressed it.

The screen flickered to life once more, and the moaning returned, louder this time.

“Jooohhhnnn~!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Bob flinched. Oh god, that was loud.

“John, John, Jooohhhnn~!”

Elastigirl’s legendary ass was on full display, being pounded from behind by a man whose cock was nothing short of mythic.

Bob’s breath hitched. Helen’s moans filled the garage, each one louder and more desperate than the last. “Oh yesssss~! Yesssshhh~! John, your COCK is incredible! I can’t get enough of it! I can’t~! I caaaan’t~! Jooohhnnn~!” 

John, the ex-boyfriend. The name sent a shiver down Bob’s spine.

Her ass cheeks were rippling as this massive white pipe schlicked in and out of her.  That cock… it was easily triple the size of his own modest five inches.

“Fuck…!”

When Bob cursed…

“Keep fucking meee~!”

By sheer coincidence, so did the Helen in the video. He couldn’t see her face. This perspective, this view, was aimed solely for the male view. For the men that would love to pound Elastigirl.

That view was supposed to belong only to him.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!   

Apparently not. 

Helen’s ass cheeks slapped against John’s pelvis with every thrust, the sound loud and unmistakable. Bob could feel his own cock twitching in his pants, half in arousal, half in humiliation. How could he compete with that? How could any man?

“You’re perfect!” 

It was at this point that Bob realized that John was not pounding her. He was not fucking her. 

No, John was seated. He was letting this ass clap down on him. His wife was bouncing down on his cock. 

“Your big!”

Slam! She went up and then down seven inches. Two inches more than Bob.

“FAT!”

She went up ten inches and schlicked back down. Ten inches. Double that of Bob. Her pussy juices flung onto the bottom corner camera. 

“COCK~!”

She went up all twelve inches, gasping when only the tip remained, and then slammed back down.

John didn’t say a word. He was just taking this pussy, letting his girl fuck herself on his man meat. He was like a deity. 

Much of the screen was dark. Helen’s face still wasn’t seen. It didn’t need to though. Bob could already imagine her expression.

His cock twitched in his pants. 

This was Helen, his wife, begging for more. And not just any more—the biggest, thickest cock she’d ever had. A cock that her future husband could never keep up with. 

Her booty cheeks were fat and legendary in the superhero world. Her thicc ass could jaws drop and cocks to burst in their pants. Bob was never one of them, hence why he married her. He could stare at that ass, smack it, and do so with a smile instead of already nutting.

There were millions that jerked off to his wife. Bob was more than aware of that. Men were basic creatures. And…lowkey, he was proud of it. Everybody wanted a piece of his wife but no one could have.

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. 

For the first time, however, Bob was on the other side. He was one having to watch the precious prize that was Elastigirl get fucked. Knowing she got fucked too. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!   

The camera angle did not change. The audio remained of Helen’s moaning, of her utter lust and degradation by this cock. John himself did not hammer into her. He lay there and let his wife do the work. 

“She never drops down like that for me…”

Her ex-boyfriend's cock was like a battering ram, stretching her wide with every thrust—and suddenly, Bob understood. That didn’t mean he had to like it.

John didn’t say a word. 

Helen’s voice surged in the audio. “Jooohhhnn~!! John, John~! Your cockkk~! I love it, John! I LOVE your big cock! I need it inside me all the time!”

Bob felt a pang of jealousy stab at his chest. This was his wife, praising another man’s dick like it was the greatest thing in the world. And as if to twist the knife deeper, the camera finally zoomed in through the darkness and onto Helen’s face.

His cock twitched again.

Helen’s eyes were rolled back in ecstasy as she came hard around John’s monstrous cock. 

“Yes, yes, YES!” she screamed, her figure convulsing. Bob could no longer see her pussy but he could guess there was a lot of lewd juices leaking. “That’s it~!! This is the cock I’ve been searching for~! Just let me fuck it foreevvvver~!”

Forever. She wanted it forever.

Bob, at long last, glanced down at his own cock. Five inches of modest dick were fighting to break out of their jeans.

Helen wanted a studly twelve inches for her life. Instead, she was stuck with a decently thick five inches.

“CUMMIING~! CUMMING~! CUMMIIIIINNG~!” 

Oh fuck. The camera shifted down to her ass, but before it did, he caught sight of Helen’s expression. Drool was leaking and her eyes had been misty.

That meant—

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!   

John was on the move. 

The dude fucked fast. Bob, a damn superhero, was bewildered. ‘How the fuck is he that big and fast? There's no way he's natural, that's insane—!’

“CUMMMIIINNG~!”

Right before the camera moved, Helen had been orgasming. And now, she was orgasming again. 

Holy fuck.

Seven times in seven thrusts, Helen came, each orgasm more intense than the last. “JOHHHNNN~!” 

Bob couldn’t tear his eyes away, even as his own cock strained against his jeans, desperate for release.

Then it cut.

The video was done.

“H-huh? That’s it.” Bob ran up to the TV. “It can’t….it can’t end like that—”

“John…!”

Bob stopped in his tracks. That husky voice was Helena’s. 

The video wasn’t done yet, only cutting to another scene. This next scene showed Helen’s youthful face. From then and now, there was really no difference. Due to her powers, Helena aged very little. But the fact that her hair was long and red…yep, this was her during her days as Elastigirl. This was Helen when she was young and wild.

“Mm…!”

Seductive purring rumbled through the television. Bob’s cock was fighting again.

Mr. Incredible was a god amongst men. Not a cuck, not a loser, but a true man of the people. But that terrifying nightmare was equally true for every man, even him. That little voice in the back of a husband’s head that hoped it wasn’t true. 

“Mmmm~!”

When it slipped out, she put it back in.

When she saw that giant cock, she licked her lips and put it in. 

Mr. Incredible saw it. He saw her slip it in with her hands. She saw that gargantuan thing go inside her, stretch her out, and go deeper than he ever had. The more of his cock that went inside—

“Godddd~! Such a BIG cock~!”

The more she moaned.

She went down, down, down until she took all of her hung boyfriend’s cock.

Bob was not a cuck. Mr. Incredible was a six-foot-seven giant that weighed over three-hundred points. He was a strong man. He had his male pride. This humiliation, this erotic view that stirred his cock…it was simply reality.

His wife was on top, smiling and breathing heavily. She was riding him. She was riding that massive cock. Her hips rolled in perfect rhythm, taking him deep inside her tight pussy. Bob could see the strain in her thighs as she worked to take all of him, inch by agonizing inch.

“This is the best cock ever,” Helen panted, her voice breathless as she looked directly into the camera. “No one else comes close.”

Mr. Incredible could rip up buses.

Mr. Incredible was the strongest hero alive.

Mr. Incredible had never made his wife say those words. 

Bob’s heart sank. Those words, meant for John, cut him deeply. He was average, but to hear his wife say that no one else came close… it was like a dagger to the heart.

The camera angle changed completely. This was not the same camera as before, this was on the floor, focusing on Helen’s ass as she rode John on the bed. 

Someone edited this.

Bob could see the way her cheeks jiggled as she grinded down on him, something he thought only he had witnessed with his own eyes. 

But this room and this bed, it wasn’t Helen’s old apartment. This was probably John’s. His fist tightened. 

“This fucking fuck…”

John was hidden, with Helen covering him completely. All Bob could see was his hands gripping her hips as she rode him. She was taking this slow.

In other words, all he knew about this ex-boyfriend was that he had a really big dick.

Helen’s next words were almost too much for Bob to bear. “God, John~! There’s no one else like you~! No one! NO ONE WITH A COCK LIKE YOOOURS~!”

Helen had been taking this slow but everyone knew she could go faster. Do better. That was what she did.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

“Oh godddd~! Oh god~! Give me that dick~! Give it to meeee~!” 

The fucking girth of John’s cock…

The length too…

The way it went in and out of her pussy without trying…

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…!” Helen’s begging came in rapid gasps. “Fuckmefuckmefuckme—!”

Helen was passionate about this in the way she had been passionate about being a hero and a parent. 

“I’m gonna cum agaaiiiin!”

Fucking yeah, she was. What was this, the eighth now?

“YOU MADE ME CUMM THIRTY-SIX TIMES NOWWW~!”

So she orgasmed thirty more times in between scenes? Great, just great. 

Bob’s jaw clenched tightly. ‘Way to answer the question.’ It was like she was peering into the future. Might be possible given how hard she was fucking herself on that dick. 

The camera shifted back to Helen’s face. Previously, she had been close as if wanting to kiss John. But now…

Now, she was sitting upright. John was lying there while Helena’s ass and tits bounced in front of him. His wife didn’t have the biggest rack. They were C-cups—but in this darkness, with that sheen of sweat, she looked hot and perky. 

She wasn’t riding either, she was bouncing.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Tits or ass, if this was a porno, it would appeal to everyone. 

Gasp after gasp. 

“Haaahh~! Nggssshhkkk~! G-god~! God, it’s SO deeep~!”

Orgasm after orgasm.

“Love! This!” Her eyes rolled back. “Cooock~!”

Praise after praise. 

From this angle, he could see his cock stretching out her cunt again. John recalled the last time she rode him. The difference in scenery was staggering. Here, she was gasping for air and begging for him.

With him, she smiled. She smiled politely as if it was some formality. 

But John?”

“Are you gonna cum?” She smiled wildly. That insanity in her expression, he had never seen it. “Cum inside~!” Bounce, bounce, bounce. She was going faster! “Inside~! Inside, John!” 

Her eyes rolled back again. Suddenly, Bob could see it. His giant member pulsing through her stomach. 

Her husband couldn't believe his eyes. This was a cuckold’s wet dream.

“Man, I love seeing a big cock bounce in my wife's stomach like that!”

That was the type of crap you’d hear on porn. But to actually see it happen—no, to experience it…

“C-crap…!”

His cock was going too wild! Out of control! His balls were tensing up—

Ah. Too late. 

Together, they came, both John and Bob. But like when it came to their cocks, they couldn’t be any more different in their loads. When Bob came, it was inside his jeans. His cuck sputtered and jerked thirteen times total. He stained the fabric.

But John?

When his cock throbbed, Bob could see it throb. When the cumshots came out, Bob could feel it in his own balls. This primal understanding that this man was breeding her.

“Insiiiiddee~! Insshhiiideee~!” Delirium was taking over his wife. Her eyes were rolled back and her tongue was out. Titties were heaving heavily. “You’re cummiinnng innnsshiiiideee~! You’re filling meee uppppp!” 

Helen’s womb was swarmed by his thick baby batter. Throb, throb, throb. Spurt, spurt, spurt. By the time Bob was done and soft, John was only halfway through. His cumshots were like shotguns and leaking from her cunt, spreading on his pelvis. Forget the damn volume of it, his seed was creamy. That kind of baby batter inside his wife…

Suddenly, he wondered if Violet, Dash, and Jack were really his. That wasn’t just a lot of cum, it was the type of cum that wouldn’t go away. Her womb would remember it. Bob…Bob must have been an intruder. Something to wash away and forget.

Helen shuddered, shoulders shaking. Her eyes and tongue and boobs remained in that same exposed, trembling state. 

“Haah…haah…”

She couldn’t look down at the camera. Her inside belonged to him. 

Compare that to when Bob came inside her when they wanted to make Dash—

“Mm, that was good, honey,” Helen had said at the time, smiling. She was in the same position, on top, dominant. But in his case, she was truly dominant. “Fill me up.”

That smile…

Versus this.

“Hnnnghhh…!”

Versus what was on the tape. 

Versus what she said to him.

“Good job~”

Versus this pure delight. The smile. The gasping breathing. 

A final, shuddering gasp. 

Helen collapsed forward onto John. She couldn’t go on. Elastigirl’s stretchy body was spent from the relentless fucking. 

“Thank you, John,” she whispered. “Thank you for your big cock…!”

The screen cut to black, leaving Bob with a stain in his pants and empty balls. 

The sight of his wife with another man—a man with a cock far superior to his own—left him feeling hollow.

***

That night, when Helen came back, he could only greet her with a hollow smile. The nightly wind seemed in yet unlike all the other times, it had zero effect on him. Watching her enter, smiling and happy from her hero work pissed him off for once.

‘I bet every guy that saw your ass jerked it off when they got home—’ 

No! No, no, no! What the hell was that!? That wasn’t you, Mr. Incredible. That was…that was…

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Helen teased, putting her jacket on the rack. “Are the kids in bed?”

“Yep,” Bob replied. “All tucked in.”

“And dinner?”

“That’s…”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Helen said, brushing past him. “I had food at Edna’s. No need to worry.”

“Right. Edna’s…”

He eyed his wife. Walking away, he could see that ass sway. Every step was boner-inducing. Every step, there was a tiny jiggle. This woman of his was naturally erotic. Thicc to a degree that made all men get blue-balled.

That ass of hers... 

‘Edna? Or was it John’s?’ 

Was she letting that ass clap on that foot-long dick?

Her glorious booty disappeared when she cut into the kitchen. He clenched his fist. His insecurity was flaring up. 

‘Come on, Bob. Snap out of it. You’re better than that.’ 

Half an hour later and Bob was in bed. He sat there on the edge, arms dangling from his thighs, waiting for…honestly, he didn’t know what. What he saw this morning was soul-crushing. He jerked off a couple times, recalling the scenes and the high-pitched love in her voice. 

He remembered all of it. He would have jerked off for longer and drained a couple more loads if it wasn’t for him having to pick up the kids.

Now he was here. Seated. Waiting.

Helena didn’t know that he knew. Should he tell her?

“Hey, you seriously look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Bob looked up. There she was, his wife. On instinct, he smiled. Her damp brown hair (not red) didn’t quite reach her shoulders. A bathrobe wrapped tightly around her body. The sight of her, fresh from the shower, always made Bob’s heart skip a beat. But tonight—

“God, John~! There’s no one else like you~! No one! NO ONE WITH A COCK LIKE YOOOURS~!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

“Oh godddd~! Oh god~! Give me that dick~! Give it to meeee~!” 

The fucking girth of John’s cock…

The length too…

The way it went in and out of her pussy without trying…

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…!” Helen’s begging came in rapid gasps. “Fuckmefuckmefuckme—!”

—his mind was elsewhere, replaying scenes that shouldn’t have been there.

Bob turned away from her and stared at the floor, trying to shake off the images of the huge cock that had invaded his thoughts. 

That giant cock and that ludicrous load. 

He forced a smile, hoping it looked genuine. "Just you," he replied before getting up and walking towards her. "And how much I want you."

Helen's smile widened, and she let the bathrobe fall to the floor and she did a turn. Her curves were mesmerizing, and her ass—oh that ass—was everything anyone could ever dream of. Bob couldn’t help but stare for a moment too long, before he snapped out of it and gathered her into his arms.

They kissed. Bob desperately tried to forget that the lips of his mouth once belonged to another man. Her boobs pressed against his chest. He tried to forget those were bouncing too. 

Luckily, his cock certainly forgot. Through his pajamas, his dick was throbbing. Helen could feel it rubbing on her thigh and giggled. 

"Look at you, Mr. Incredible," Helen teased. She grabbed him through the fabric and softly stroked it. "You better make it worth my while. The kids are asleep.”

A five inch was what Bob could offer. Her previous offer gave out twelve inches.

So what? Dick size wasn’t everything!

‘Yeah, come on, Bob. You can do this. You can!’ 

After another kiss, Helen slipped from his embrace and crawled on the bed on all fours, her perfect ass jutting out in a way that made Bob’s breath catch. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. This was it. This was his chance to prove—to himself, if not to Helen—that he could satisfy her just as well as John had.

Bob went onto the bed. Creeaak! Three hundred pounds of weight could sometimes cause issues. Helen giggled and wagged her ass.

He pulled his trousers down until they went below his balls. Fully exposed, it demonstrated just how different he and John were. While John’s massive cock could probably stretch from her to her ass, Bob’s dick did no such thing. It was small. On his six-foot-seven body, moreso. It was just…tiny. 

The pouch of Mr. Incredible was hilariously small too! Walnuts that did not serve to be on a man of his calibre. All that super strength and he had five inches. Ha! If John was seeing this, he would laugh. He would probably say, “I fucked Elastigirl better than her current husband” and say it to the media and then his face.

Mr. Incredible wouldn’t be able to say a damn thing too. It was the truth. 

The five-incher pressed against her entrance, feeling her warmth and wetness seep around him. 

The memories flooded in again. She got railed by twelve inches of length. Her pussy was permanently stretched by a girth that was triple his own.

Triple his own.

The ghost of John’s cock appeared on his own.

Five inches versus twelve inches.

Mr. Incredible versus some random dude. Helen’s hung ex-boyfriend.

Bob couldn’t believe how much he was thinking about this, how much he was hesitating. Before, he would proudly make his lay and fuck her. Get that ass to clap and fuck with all five inches with pride.

But now…

‘Come on, Bob. Come on.’ 

The evil ex-boyfriend was ruining the experience. It was his greatest villain yet.

With one swift motion, he pushed inside, burying himself to the hilt. All five inches. In the moment that his pelvis pressed against her ass, he realized just how easy it was. 

"Oh, Bob~!”

That…that had to be fake. It had to be. Not after thrashing John gave her. He stared at her ass cheeks and her legs. She wasn’t shaking in the slightest. There was nothing but acceptance. 

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice gruff. Slam! He reeled back and went in again. "Like that?"

Helen peered over her shoulder and nodded, smiling. "Yes, just like that, honey~!”

It…it was like she was encouraging a student. Like she was teaching him to do better. 

Slam! Slam! Slam!

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Finally, he was getting ass cheeks to clap. John be damned, this was still Elastigirl! That ass meant something—

“Mm, good job~!”

And then she praised him like a fucking grade-schooler. All the confidence deflated from him. All five inches were inside and her reactions so far felt…calculated. It was the same as every other time they had sex except now he was noticing she was moaning right when he wanted her.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

“Yes, that’s it~”

She wasn’t moaning because she wanted to.

He couldn't help but compare this moment to the video he had watched earlier. The way John's massive cock had stretched her out, the intense reactions she had to his size—it all seemed so far removed from what he was experiencing.

Fueled by envy, Bob began to thrust into her harder, each stroke harder and deeper than the last. He tried to go as hard as he could, to try and match the rhythm he had seen in the video, the one where John had taken Helen to new heights of pleasure. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to get it right. Mr. Incredible was too slow.

Helen moaned, her body swaying with each thrust. "Oh God, yes, Bob... more—”

“C-crap!” He slipped out. He actually slipped out. That little moan of Helen’s overlapped with the slipping. In other words, she messed up. She moaned after it came out.

B-but maybe…that could happen, right?

He went back in—

CLAP—! 

“Mmm~!”

Helen did that soft moan. The same moan she always let out when they fucked. Not that loud shriek she ripped out in her fucks with John. No, just a plain, soft moan. 

‘She’s being quiet because of the kids. I get it.’ 

That was his excuse. A fair one, perhaps. 

This random thought fueled his determination further. He gripped her hips tighter and railed her as hard as he could. If he didn’t have speed or size, then how about strength!? Make that ass clap! 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Mr. Incredible's grunts of effort were loud. Mrs. Incredible was…not really feeling it.

Imagine the press seeing this. Imagine John. 

He went harder. ‘Moan, Helen! Moan!’ 

But she didn’t moan like she did in those videos. Despite his best efforts, despite the intensity of his thrusts, something was missing. 

“B-Bob…!” Five minutes of fucking. “I-I’m cumming!”

Helen’s pussy tightened and she let out a little moan, but it was nothing like the earth-shattering climax he had witnessed in the video. It was quick, almost perfunctory, and when it was over, Helen forcibly extracted his cock from her pussy.

It was very easy too. It just kinda slipped out.

Mr. Incredible had failed miserably. 

Helen exhaled and then turned over to him. Unwinded, unfazed, and breathing as if she had gone on a light jog. "That was amazing, Bob," she said, reaching out to touch his cheek. "You always know how to make me feel so good."

Bob managed a smile, though it felt strained. "I just want to make sure you’re happy," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Helen chuckled, pulling him down for a kiss. "I am, silly. Now, let’s try something else."

She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling him with that perfect ass of hers hovering just inches from his cock. She reached between them, guiding his cock back to her entrance. Bob watched in awe as she slowly lowered herself down, taking all his inches in one fell swoop.

With John, it was inch by inch. It was slow.

With Bob, it was immediate. Mr. Incredible’s cock, it seemed, wasn’t so incredible.

But somehow, he wasn’t thinking of that. Helen was smiling. She was happy taking his cock. 

Helen leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest. "This time, you just relax," she whispered, kissing him gently. "Let me take care of you."

Bob did as he was told, closing his eyes and letting go of his worries. Helen began to move, rocking her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her skin was smooth and warm against his, and the sensation of her riding him was intoxicating.

"Look at me," she commanded, soft but firm. "Look at me, big guy."

Big guy? The big guy wasn't—

Bob opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. Helen’s brown eyes were locked onto his. She smiled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "You’re doing great, Bob. Just enjoy this."

He nodded, trying to focus on the here and now. Helen continued to ride him, her movements becoming more confident, more assured. She wasn’t bouncing down on his cock like she did with John. He…

He just didn’t have the cock for that.

Helen leaned down as soon as that thought crossed him, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with playful hunger.

Bob responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. They kissed deeply, their tongues dancing together in a sensual tango. Helen’s breasts pressed against his chest. His balls were tightening up. With a woman like this…

‘How could I complain about her ex rearranging her hole?’ 

Mrs. Incredible’s pussy was truly incredible. It got her man to forget all about her transgressions with her hung ex-boyfriend. About the fact that day-in, day-out, she was getting piped by a cock that was three times as thick and over double the length. Indeed, no matter how much he tried, Bob knew he could never stretch her out like John had.

But as Helen continued to move atop him, her pleasure evident in every moan and every whisper of encouragement, Bob realized something important. Maybe it wasn’t about who could stretch her out the most. Maybe it was about who could make her feel truly loved and cared for.

Helen broke the kiss, her breathing ragged. "You’re lasting so long, Bob” she muttered before exhaling and rolling her hips. “B-Bob... I... I’m close," she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut.

Bob tightened his grip on her, his own orgasm looming just on the horizon. "Me too," he admitted, his balls tightening again. He would have nutted earlier but luckily, he had jerked off prior. 

Helen picked up the pace, her hips frantic now as she chased her climax. This was it. This was a real orgasm. Bob watched as her body tensed, her muscles quivering with anticipation. 

“Cumming…!” 

Ah. 

Bob immediately followed suit, his release washing over him in waves. He clenched his eyes shut, feeling the warmth of his cum filling Helen as she rode out her own orgasm. They held each other tightly, neither wanting to break the connection, even after the waves of pleasure had subsided.

His cock slipped out, flaccid and drained. The moment that connection was broken, the moment his cock went flaccid, Helen looked down at him, her eyes shining with love. "Thank you," she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

Bob smiled. “Anytime.”

Helena rolled over and pulled the covers over her. They lay there in silence for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Eventually, Helen yawned, stretching lazily. "I think I’m going to sleep now," she murmured.

“I…I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Okay…”

Another yawn. She must have been exhausted from hero work today. 

Mr. Incredible, his balls empty and his cock shaped like an acorn, went to the bathroom. In this state, his big burly form made his manhood look worse, 

He closed the door behind him. The bathroom light flickered on, casting a harsh glow over his reflection in the mirror. He stared at his tiny one-inch softie.

So small.

So insignificant.

Nothing compared to the monster John possessed. It felt like a cruel joke, having such immense strength and power in every other aspect of his life, yet being so inadequate in this one crucial area.

Because that orgasm…that orgasm was great but it was nothing like it was with John. With John…John made her cum thirty-eight. Thirty-eight times!

Bob, in fifteen minutes, barely managed two.

He turned away, unable to stand the sight any longer. His mind wandered back to the video, the vivid images replaying in his head. Helen's praise of John's size, her desperate need to repeatedly fuck his entire length, the way she worshiped him—it all played on an endless loop, taunting him.

Bob shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. He needed to get out of the house, clear his mind. Slipping on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he left the bathroom and crept downstairs. 

Going outside…that was the wise move.

Going to the garage was the instinctual one. 

The garage door creaked slightly as he opened it, but he doubted it would wake anyone. She was deep in sleep, her exhaustion from their evening evident. At this time, the kids, even Jack-Jack, slept like total babies. 

Bob walked over to the old VHS player, its plastic casing cracked and yellowed with age. He hesitated for a moment, then inserted another tape.

This was “Vacation of 47”.

“1947 was the year we met. But…I don’t think this tape is about us.”

The hum of the old VCR filled the lit room as Bob pressed play on the remote. The screen flickered to life, casting a pale glow over his shocked face. 

It was dark. He heard giggles.

“Where are you…?” Bob asked in a mutter.

For the first couple seconds, there was darkness, whispers, and giggles.

Then the camera tilted down.

There she was, his wife Helen, on her knees. Not just that…

‘Red hair. Long too. And that costume…’

It wasn’t just any superhero suit; it was her Elastigirl costume from two decades ago, the one that had fit her so snugly. It was like the day he met her. The light grey leotard, the white "E/G” insignia on the chest, the scarlet headband, and thigh-high scarlet boots.

All of it made him remember the day he met her. The day he decided he wanted a wife. 

He leaned closer to the screen, his pulse quickening. It was John’s perspective again. John stood tall and confident, only his left arm in view. And between his legs... Bob's gaze dropped involuntarily.

A huge bulge in his grey sweatpants. 

A huge cock.

And Elastigirl sat on her knees waiting for this supersized cock. 

Helen's voice cut through the air, husky and teasing. "Oh babe, you know I only love the biggest cock," she purred, her fingers trailing down his stomach before reaching for the waistband of his pants. Bob watched, frozen, as she pulled them down with a slow, deliberate motion. 

The camera captured every detail.

It captured his pants slipping down unravelling the lengthy, snake-like member.

It captured the thwap!

It captured her big, cock-hungry smile. 

John's cock sprang free like a rocket, flaccid and already imposing. Bob felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he realized just how massive it was. Even soft, it was larger than his own hard dick. Ten inches long, double his size.

Helen's smile was full of, “I knew it.”

Yeah, she knew her ex-boyfriend had a horse cock. Great. 

The woman wrapped her hand around the softie, squeezing gently. Her fingers didn’t connect. "Just look at this beauty," she cooed. "Only the biggest cocks deserve my attention."

Bob's stomach churned. This was Helen, his Helen, speaking like this. The woman who had always made him feel adequate, now saying otherwise. One hand was joined by the other. Both hands stroked him, fingers noticeably unconnecting. Giggles echoed. 

The left hand left his cock to play with his balls, large and heavy, hanging low like ripe fruit. Helen scooped up his balls and brought toward her mouth.

She suckled on it.

She suckled on another man’s nutsack.

The jealousy was unreal. Bob’s sack was just…nothing. It did not hang like that. Helen just couldn’t do that. She couldn’t suck on his sack and then have her tongue travel up his huge testicles. He just didn’t have the size! The virility!

But John did.

Her hung ex-boyfriend did.  

Inch by inch, Mr. Incredible witnessed a truly incredible cock. Twelve inches that fought against gravity and landed on his future wife’s face. Twelve inches that dwarfed his five inches. Twelve inches that, even while on top of her, was still being jerked off.

From base to tip.

So much cock.

‘Helen had to deal with this?’

This was a first-person perspective. It was like Bob himself had this dick—except he didn’t. This most certainly wasn’t his own schlong.

Suddenly, he could not understand those that watched porn. Why watch a bigger man pound a woman of your liking? It made no sense.

Bob clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He couldn't tear his eyes away. Helen's hand movements were slow and deliberate, each stroke meticulous. She glanced up at John, her lips curving into a wicked smile. 

It was almost as if she was looking at him. Almost as if she was saying, "One hand is all you'll ever need for your little cock."

She didn’t say that. It was his imagination. He knew that. But the fact that this was Helen’s past…god, it made his balls and heart ache. He thought he found a perfect woman. Independent and strong but also knowing when to sacrifice, when to do the right thing. He thought she was a rare woman. The only woman for him.

He assumed the same was for her. He was the exception. He was her soulmate.

Apparently not.

His future wife had been getting dicked down while he was putting his life on the line against villains. His future wife was sucking on another man’s nuts while he was in the gym training his ass off. 

Helen giggled. “Shoo big…”

Already, her words were slurring. Already, he could see the saliva—the thirst in her. 

Her mouth went into an O-shape and swallowed his cock.

His heart ached as he watched her take five inches into her mouth, her throat bulging. Unlike with him, she struggled to accommodate his length. Bob's own cock twitched in response, a pathetic shadow of John's impressive member. He clenched his fists, anger and frustration boiling within him.

She went deeper. Deeper, deeper, deeper, until…

“Mmmh!”

Helen had to pull back at the ten inch mark, gasping for air. "Haah…hah…don’t worry, John,” Helen said. “Only the best for you, John. She wiped a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth and went right back to it.

‘Look at that dedication. That’s stuff you do for your husband, not…not some random boyfriend.’ 

Oh, but she did it. What could he do about it?

She took him again, this time slower, savouring the sensation of his thick inches. Bob could see the determination in her eyes, the way she focused on taking all of him. It was humiliating that she could take five inches with ease; that five inches, his inches, meant nothing.

Yet he couldn’t stop watching.

Her nose finally touched his pelvis. Helen took every single inch of this monster cock. This was only the beginning.

“Mmmmhh~! Nggghhh~!”

The real work began when she had to bob her head up and down the twelve inches. When she had to work herself on this giant cock.

“MMMMMPPPPH~! NGGGHHH~! GSHHHKKKKK~!” Helen didn’t look away. The eye contact remained. Imagine that. Imagine being in John’s place. Having a cock that big and having a woman that was obedient to it. That worshipped it and throated it to the limit. 

Her stretchy powers were coming in handy. 

Moral of the story: you gotta be careful who you put a ring finger on. Videos of the girl you love more than anything getting dicked down by some dude could pop up. Mr. Incredible was no exception.

Minutes passed, each stroke, each swallow dragging by like an eternity. This dude’s cock was huge but he could last for-fucking-ever. Here was the thing: Helen’s elastic powers made her dick-sucking powers a thing to behold and witness. She could tighten, loosen, she could do anything.

But with John’s monster cock, it was like none of that mattered. She was always at her limit with him. 

Helen’s lips retreated ten inches back—double that of Bob’s. That was when the throbbing began. The vibrations. The power. 

Everyone knew what was coming.

Helen went back, back, back—

Till pop! The cock escaped her and her face turned flushed and eager. "Give it to me," she demanded, sticking her tongue out.

The first cumshot flew. One shot and Helen was already covered in an amount of cum that Mr. Incredible could only dream of shooting. 

That was just one shot of cum. The rest were rapidly coming.

Mrs. Incredible wasn’t going to swallow. Mrs. Incredible wanted it all on her.

‘But…’ 

John's hips jerked as he came, ropes of thick cum shooting out, splattering against Helen's face. She tried to catch it all in her mouth, swallowing frantically, but some missed, landing on her cheeks, chin, eyebrows, and hair. Everywhere that Mr. Incredible could not reach with his own meager cum. Her tongue darted out, licking at the mess, her eyes closing in pleasure.

“You told me you didn't like facials…”

Bob didn’t understand. The time he came on her face, it was on her honeymoon and Helen vehemently said never to do it again. So he didn’t.

So why with him?

Was it because of those crazy, boisterous cumshots?

B-but she specifically said it was degrading for a woman! S-so...

“Haah…”

Was it because of his big cock that she made the exception?

Was it because it tasted better? She wanted it on her tongue?

It didn’t matter. John was allowed to give her a facial, not Bob. 

When John finished, he stepped back, his cock still throbbing.

A single bead of cum dropped from his tip and into Helen’s open mouth. 

Helen remained there, unmoving with her mouth open. Her face was completely smeared with his seed. Ruined even. 

Imagine your wife being utterly glazed in another man’s cum. Not just that, but that it was so much cum that it looked like ten men had cum on her. 

"Your balls..." Helen murmured, her voice reverent. "Every heroine would retire for these balls."

Her head dipped down and latched onto them. Bob felt a knot tighten in his chest as he watched her worship them, her lips pressing kisses against the heavy orbs. She sighed contentedly, face smushed in his ballsack, her fingers tracing the crease where they met John's thighs.

"So perfect," Helen whispered, tongue going up his sack and to his shaft. Head pointed up, she kept whispering and talking to his cock. "I can’t live without this cock…without you…”

His cock rested on top of Helen's face. She didn't move, her expression one of pure bliss as it sat there, a kingly throne atop her cum-streaked skin.

The fat ass of Mrs. Incredible was halfway in view, but with the face covered by cum and a monster cock, it was impossible to tell if it was her in the first place. Only a true Connoisseur of Mrs. Incredible could still recognize her.

Bob, her husband, was one of them. He recognized this as his wife.

To pretend this hadn’t happened was officially impossible. The image of Helen, his wife, lying beneath John’s massive cock was seared into his mind.