After the whole dildo incident, my confidence of fulfilling my fantasy was at an all time low. Some time passed, a few months, even a year, before I started re-sewing the seed. My next assault would come in the shape of good, old fashioned porn. I mean, everyone likes porn, right?
So I decided to download a couple of first time big cock movies, so that I could stream them onto the tv. I chose very carefully, hoping I could tempt her with a big cock without the nasty bits. Straight sex, mind blowing orgasms and a very happy, and satisfied, ‘older’ women at the end. I saw no benefit in showing her some tight assed teen being violated. I opted instead for something she could relate to a little more easily.
So we sat down, in the lounge, and had a couple of drinks before the show. She was more than happy to give it a go, thinking I was trying to spice things up a little. She actually snuggled into me with anticipation as it started.
The effect it had on her was amazing. Quite a long blow job scene was followed by a slow entry into a lovely hairy milf pussy. Apparently, it was this ladies first big cock and she appeared to be absolutely loving it. My wife couldn’t believe how many times she seemed finished, only for him to flip her over and carry on, serving her yet another life changing orgasm. I could tell she was getting turned on by it, and when I moved my hand down towards her knickers, she accommodated me happily.
I actually slowly fingered her throughout the whole of the next scene, and she came on my fingers more than once. Lucky for me my wife has always been an easy cummer.
As the scene finished and another started I told her that the next one up would be for her. I moved my hand from her wet pussy and started playing with her boobs as I whispered in her ear. I had drank a few vodkas and my creative juices were flowing. As the stud released his cock, to the surprise of the unsuspecting milf, I whispered to her, “What would you do with a cock like that?”
I gave her no time to answer. I carried on teasing her, putting the idea in her head that it could be her handling that big meat.
“How would you feel if you were with a guy and he pulled that out on you?” I inquired, and “Would it scare you or would it turn you on?” It was risky talk I knew and it was also very erotic, just seeing and hearing her reaction to the thought.
She blushed but she liked it. She tried to play it off as being something that wouldn’t exactly turn her on. But I could see the twinkle in her eye. I knew the seed had been planted, her imagination unsuspectingly bent towards my fantasy, as she was made to imagine that hard black cock entering her very own body. She brought me off quite happily while we sat there, and all in all it was a great evening of movies and sex.
As we lay in bed later that night I suggested to her that I might find it hot to see her with a stud like them. She was thoughtful about it. I could tell that it intrigued her. The idea of filling her tight hole with another mans big fat cock seemed tempting, what were the odds? I knew I was playing with fire here, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t apprehensive, but as we talked about it, I was so turned on that I kept pushing.
“You’re weird,” she told me, faking disgust, playfully. “Most men would rather die than see their wife with a guy like that.”
I replied “Yes, but I’m not most men. Just the thought of it is making me hard now.” It was no lie, my cock was on the up, and I showed her as proof. She was a little shocked at this, but it didn’t break the sexy mood. In fact it seemed to add to it.
“Fuck! you really are weird,” she said covering me up. Once again she tried to fake disgust, but I knew it was an act. The conversation carried on for a while after that, and the evening ended with me demanding a blowjob. I must thank the drink we had both consumed for one, giving me the audacity to demand a blowjob, and two, her reluctant acceptance.
A few days later, I approached her about it again, whilst sober, and she seemed happy to go over it. She also agreed that if we looked into it in a safe and proper manner, and we found the right person, she would consider it. ‘Good old porn’ did the job again.
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My mind drifted back to that night, when I was ‘sewing the seed’ as I reluctantly lead my wifes stud up our stairs. In his arms she looked so small, and so beautiful. Her pert breasts glistened with his pre cum and her damp little white knickers were all that stood between him and her precious pink flower.
As I allowed them access to our bedroom he walked past me and his cock nearly knocked into me. It seriously was bigger than anything we’d watched on that night and far thicker. It was easily twice as thick as mine, and probably a good four or five inches longer. I wondered if it was twelve inches but I dared not ask. Was she seriously intending on taking it? As ever it was a mixture of fear, jealousy and arousal that kept me quiet.
He plonked her down on our bed and she clambered back to put her head on her pillow. She then watched him as he peeled off his t-shirt, and then the remainder of his tight fitting trousers.
He was broad and lean, and his arms were thick set and strong. His torso was covered in coarse black hair. She appeared almost to be in a hypnotic state. All her attention was lavished on him. I noted that she hadn’t actually made eye contact with me since I’d passed her her drink downstairs. It was all about him tonight.
He came to her on the bed, his obscenely thick cock leading the way. Now he lay over her, and he began kissing her neck and ears, words were exchanged, in all but a whisper. I obviously wondered what had been said, but I remained a silent watcher, partly in shock, partly overwhelmed by the scene unfolding on my bed.
His penis rested on her thigh as he began to kiss her on the mouth. He moved to position its head on her crotch as their passion grew. They kissed deeply again, their tongues fighting for dominance, whilst his bulbous bell-end rubbed against her white cotton, dampening it. His cock seemed to be ever oozing and wanting. Before long, I could see her pubes through the wetness.
Her hands were tracing up and down his ribs and back, as they tongued each other vigorously. I could of quite easily whipped my dick out and shot my load right there and then. Just the vision of his hefty meat resting on her lovely sweet panties. It was frightening, but very sexy.
He lowered himself onto her further, clasping her close in his arms, and began rubbing his length up and down her pubic bone and under her disgarded vest, onto her stomach. She eagerly took hold of it, taking his huge shaft in her slender hand as he slowly pumped.
Eventually he began to work his way down her body, past her neck, and onto her boobs. He sucked and licked them roughly, nibbling and biting at her nipples in passing. His cock slipped out of her hungry hand, though she was reluctant to let it go. He came down to her stomach, his mouth and tongue working around her belly button. Then he began to remove her vest from around the waist.
She sat up in response and shrugged off the flimsy garment. He tried to lie her back down, but she pushed him back, grabbing hold of his shaft once again. Then with a firm grip she began wanking him vigorously, as if she just had to feel it.
This I think took him back and he ended up sitting upright on the bed, resting on his arms as she crouched before him roughly massaging his penis. It was as if her mouth was drawn to it, and she couldn’t resist its flavour. She stretched her lips wide around him and started to suck, and wank. Her slurps spoke of desperation.
He groaned deeply in response and began thrusting his meat into her mouth. It was stretched so tightly around his shaft, yet he craved deepness. With each thrust he filled her mouth more, searching for her throat. She gagged and pulled away. Then to my surprise, she was back down on him, forcing her mouth around as much as she could take.
I suspected then that she might be trying to finish him off. Maybe she was worried about his size after all, and she saw this as a way to end this before things centered around her vagina.
After a minute or so he was forced to move his legs, so she jumped off the bed and knelt on the floor. Then once again she took his mammoth cock and started sucking it and licking it, all the time her hand worked its length roughly. So huge and intrusive it looked next to her.
As she put her bum in the air, I could see how wet her crotch had become. The dampness had seeped from her gusset and onto the back of her panties, and I felt a deep rage of horniness at the sight. I plucked up the courage and knelt behind her to take a closer look.
Her lips were easily visible through the thin white cotton, so I reached out to feel the dampness. She inhaled at my touch, so I slid my hand down the back of her pants and rubbed her soaking wet slit. She was wetter than I’d ever known her. In a daze of excitement I pulled down her panties, releasing her voluptuous ass. I fought them from under her knees and off her feet, before holding them up to see the damage. They were sopping in her juices and I had to hold them feverishly against my face. Her smell was so intoxicating.
Her lips looked swollen and ripe and her juices were actually flowing from within. I was amazed to look upon my long term wife’s pussy and see it in such a way. The hair around was wet and peppered with her juices, and her outer lips were puffed and inflamed. I wanted to reach out and separate her, to see within, but before I could do anymore he stopped her, and she moved back onto the bed.
What I had effectively done in my excitement was take away her last line of defence. She was now fully naked and open to him.
Later, I would learn that as he carried her upstairs she had whispered in his ear “I don’t think I can take you inside me.”
He had replied “If you want me you will take me.”
Then as they lay on the bed a while after, he had whispered “If you keep your knickers on, I wont try to enter you. Take them off, and I’ll know you want me.’
She had agreed.