The morning after the evening I discovered porn, I awoke quite late with the sleepy notion of asking Andy if I could watch him wanking. I don’t like outstanding questions, and it was important for me to resolve this one quite quickly. Unfortunately, I discovered that I was home alone.
A note from Andy explained that someone had blown a server in his company’s Scottish Data Centre, and he was the only person available to fix the problem. He had been contacted at 4 am and had managed to shower, pack, and leave for the airport without disturbing me, bless him. He said that he would call later, but the plan was for him to return the next day. He had taped a key drive to the note with the words, “Thought you might enjoy these later!”
I put it straight into my laptop and found some short porn movies. A brisk scan through revealed a girl with two guys; a girl-girl scene, and a man and a woman masturbating while watching each other. The coincidence astonished me, but even more, I loved that Andy might be into such a thing.
“To be discussed,” I thought before realising that I was going to be horribly late for my first appointment.
Andy had a bigger problem than he had anticipated, and let me know that he was going to be away for several days. I didn’t mind and concentrated on my work, the gym, and early nights. It’s fair to say that I also watched the entertainment Andy had left for me. All three movies contained something commendable, but the male and female mutual masturbation scene really got to me and had me recharging my rabbit and reaching for the lube several times.
On what was supposed to be Andy’s last night away, I left the gym around 8 pm with Jane (the birthday boy’s wife from “A Sales Manager Walks Into A Bar”), Veronica, the friend who had tried to set up a foursome (see “A Quiet Night At Home”), and Susan. At 25, she was the youngest member of the group and seemed to have shagged more guys than the rest of us combined.
We headed straight to the supermarket to buy wine and ready-made cocktails, and then to my house to await the pizza delivery. Between the endorphins from the gym and the booze, it took about 30 minutes for the conversation to deteriorate into absolute filth. I don’t know why I did it, but I found myself telling the group about watching porn with Andy and how he had fucked me with his big cock during the movie. Jane, a regular porn watcher, applauded. Veronica looked very interested and raised her eyebrows at me, while Susan appeared quite unmoved and said, “Meh, done that. With two guys and a butt plug.”
More details were required after a conversation stopper like that, and Susan was happy to provide them.
“I was at university and dating two guys simultaneously. We all knew about each other, but I got the schedules mixed up, and somehow, we ended up in my room watching gangbang porn on the laptop. They were really into it, and I was getting so turned on that I thought, “Fuck it, why not?” and stripped for them the way Carrie did at Steve’s party.”
“Then their cocks were out, and within seconds, I had one in my mouth and the other heading for my pussy. When we paused to get condoms from my bag, they found my butt plug. We got that lubed up quickly, and I’m telling you, they really enjoyed putting that up me.”
“We went back to blow jobs and fucking with the porn playing on the laptop. They kept swapping positions, and I was getting dizzy with who was doing what to me. It was fucking intense, and I came about four times before one of them shot his load in my mouth. That set the other one going, and he barely had time to pull out and get the condom off before he splattered himself on my arse.”
“I’m serious, that was the best ever. Highly recommended if you’re interested, and I can promise you that it’s just as much fun with two girls.”
Jane was speechless, probably for the first time in her life. Veronica looked like she was about to make a major announcement, but unfortunately, Susan interrupted her by asking me, “By the way, how big is Andy?”
Having just heard her story and being slightly drunk, I didn’t hold back. “He’s about seven inches long when he gets hard, but it’s the thickness. I can barely wrap my fingers around him, and he really fills me up. It’s the perfect cock.”
Susan didn’t miss a beat and asked, “I bet that’s really mind-blowing when he fucks you up the arse. How do you manage it?”
I started to explain about that not being on the menu (yet), but before I could answer properly, I heard the front door opening and Andy walked in.
His smile and obvious pleasure at being home made me weak at the knees, a dangerous combination with the wine and the juicy fanny that Susan’s story had caused. I hugged and kissed him while he tried to say hello to my friends. We all know each other pretty well, so it wasn’t in the slightest uncomfortable when he fetched himself a beer, grabbed a slice of cold pizza, and then perched at the end of the couch chatting with us. He explained that there had been an unexpected breakthrough with the job, and he had managed to finish in time to catch the last flight home.
Susan was sitting next to Andy and was getting quite drunk. I saw her staring into his eyes and then at his crotch, while he was looking back at her, more amused than interested, I hoped. Then she dropped her bombshell.
“Andy, Carrie’s just told us that you’ve got a big cock. Can we see it, please?”
“Susan,” I shouted, “That’s enough,” but she just giggled and kept on asking. I realised that the others were staring at him too, with Jane licking her lips and Veronica looking very flushed.
“Go on,” Susan continued, “Just let us see it. Carrie says it’s perfect.”
Andy grinned, quite bemused by this attention, but it was obvious that he had no idea what was expected of him. That ambiguity ended when Jane and Veronica started softly chanting, “We want cock, we want cock,” over and over again.
Andy stared at me while I stared back. Then I shrugged and in my best slut voice, said, “Go on then, big boy, get it out for the girls.”
After a second of looking stunned, Andy stood up and started unbuckling the belt of his trousers. “Oh God,” I thought, “He’s been working all day, please let his underwear be clean!”
I needn’t have worried, as when he let his trousers fall onto the floor, he was wearing a pair of fresh, white, brand-new briefs that he had bought when he ran out of clean clothes in Scotland. They were a little tight and looked as if they had been stuffed with a banana. I could see his cock bulging through the material and the outline of heavy balls hanging below. My cunt was leaking, and I reckoned it had to be staining my jeans. Andy was obviously excited too, as there was a very small damp spot on his briefs, just where the tip of his cock must be.
Andy hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and looked into my eyes. The room was silent, and realising that he needed my permission, I nodded.
He pulled his briefs down very slowly, first exposing the top of his trimmed pubes and the start of his thick shaft. Even though I’d seen it almost every day for 15 years, I was still very aroused as he slid his briefs further down his hardening cock, then over the end before letting them drop to the floor. He gave himself a quick tug to loosen things at the head and then just stood while all four of us sat gawping at his absolutely beautiful cock.
Andy wasn’t erect. The best way I can describe it is that he was hanging firmly, showing the potential of his length while starting to fill out. Within seconds, though, I saw him becoming more excited, as his foreskin started pulling itself back, exposing the tip of his shiny head, complete with a tiny drop of precum. Susan’s eyes were level with my husband’s cock, and I could just imagine her leaning forward to lick that drop away. She didn’t and instead said, “Show me your balls.” Andy lifted his cock up and out of the way, displaying his soft, heavy scrotum. I recognised the way the skin on his sack was starting to tighten while his cock continued to stretch and realised that he was on the way to being well aroused.
I heard Veronica whisper in a shaking voice, “Wank it for us. Please, wank it for us.” I couldn’t believe it as Andy put his hand at the end of his rigid cock, gripped it, and pulled his hood all the way back. He was actually going to do it.
“That’s it, girls,” I said suddenly. “The show’s over, and it’s time for bed.”
Andy bent over, pulled his briefs and trousers up, then swiftly left the room with a muttered, “Goodnight.”
It took twenty minutes for taxis to arrive and for my friends to leave. It’s hard to explain, but despite my calling a halt to unfolding events, there was no bad feeling or embarrassment. I think that in their minds, they believed that things had simply gone beyond my comfort zone, but as they had pushed it that way, they accepted my decision and were at peace with it. The reality was, however, that I had badly wanted to see Andy perform, rub his beautiful cock, and spray cum over anyone close enough to get in the way. I had been frothing at the gusset with Andy’s show, but if he was going to wank publicly, he would do it for me first.
I locked the house for the night and went upstairs to find Andy sitting on the end of our bed. “Did I go too far? Are you angry with me?” he asked.
I kissed him wildly, thrusting my tongue in his mouth, then assured him that I had been really turned on and had wanted him to wank for us all. To prove the point, I took off my jeans and pants, then pressed his hand on top of my gaping pussy to feel my swollen lips and dripping hole. “I want to watch you wank, I really do,” I said, “But tell me first, were you really going to do it for them?”
“Yes, I was,” he replied with a strangely shameful look on his face. “Doing that in front of a group of women has always been a fantasy, and I wasn’t going to let an opportunity go past. Are you disgusted by me?”
“Not in the slightest,” I replied. “I love your fantasy, and if you want, I’ll make it happen, but me first. Do it for me while I watch. Do it now!” With those words, I slid a finger in and out of my pussy just to make sure he got the idea. Fuck, my cunt was on fire!
Andy stood up while I sat at the edge of the bed, stripped off my top to reveal hard, pointed nipples, and spread my legs so that he could see my pink, wet, swollen pussy with my clit standing out like a tiny penis. He took off his tee shirt, unbuckled his belt, dropped his trousers, and stepped out of them. He stood in front of me, turned to face away, slipped the briefs down over his nice, firm buttocks, and then bent over to take his feet out of them, flashing his bumhole at me in the process. I love seeing that, but even after 15 years, it’s a place he’s still a little shy about.
He turned to face me, and I marvelled yet again at the beauty of his penis. Despite its size, it wasn’t bumpy or veiny but instead was smooth with a glistening purple head. He still hadn’t touched himself, yet his cock was standing out straight and hard, and his balls beneath looked tight and swollen to me, so I asked, “When was the last time you came? Did you wank in Scotland?”
“No, I didn’t. The last time was with you when we watched porn, but I think I’m going to explode right fucking now.”
What else could I do? I reached down, spread my labia wide with one hand, and stroked my clit with the other. I felt so wet and sticky, and looking at my fingers, I saw that they were covered in shiny fanny juice. I licked this up, and that’s when Andy started wanking for me.
I watched as he stroked himself with a very light grip, concentrating on the head of his cock. I suppose it would have been nice of me to keep eye contact with him, but I just wanted to see his dick in action. I watched as the edge of his foreskin moved back and forwards in the lube of his pre-cum and was fascinated by the way his pee hole winked open and shut. He moved his hand away from his cock and rolled his balls between his fingers, letting me see the egg shapes inside his sack. He went back to a steady, gentle stroking motion, sometimes gripping the base and other times using his fingers at the head of his cock. He was still standing a few feet away from me when he started moaning.
Here it comes, I thought, and I was correct. He leaned backwards and moved his fist faster over his thick, wet shaft. The head of his cock seemed to be pointing straight up at the ceiling. I jammed three fingers into my cunt, feeling the rush of my orgasm, and had to fight not to close my eyes so I could watch when cum shot out of Andy’s cock. It arched through the air and landed on my leg. He spurted three times like that, leaving spunk on my legs, my shoulders, in my hair, and on the carpet. He collapsed on the carpet exhausted, and at first I thought that he was crying, but he was laughing, saying, “I’ve wanted to do that for you for so long.”
We embraced and stayed on the floor, whispering love to each other, and while he fingered me gently, I stroked him back to life and asked, “What do you think about when you wank? Tell me, Andy, do you always do it to porn?”
He looked me straight in the eye and said simply, “Sometimes, but mostly I think about you. I think about you stripping for Steve and holding yourself open for everyone to see. I loved that you were so confident and turned on by people watching you, and that really got me going too. I think about you touching yourself while I watch you. I think about us going shopping for sex toys last month and what we did afterwards. I remember years ago, coming in your mouth for the first time after you said it would be okay. I think about you.”
We then made very civilised, almost vanilla, married love, and Andy came again, this time inside me. Standing up to go and pee, I saw our sticky mess on the carpet, but this time, we just left it there to be cleaned the next day.
Climbing into bed after Andy, I snuggled up to him with my head on his chest. “We’ve got it pretty good, you know, and it’s getting better every time.”
Almost asleep, I heard him whisper, “It is, and you ticked a box for me tonight, so it’s your turn next.”