He had spotted straight away that she was now bare and that she was open to him. He lay her down on her back and positioned himself between her legs, her sopping wet pussy was now right there in front of him. Her scent filled the room as he spread her legs wide, her lips gently parting to reveal her glistening pinkness. His very thick, very long and hard cock within inches of its warm wet goal.
He slowly wanked himself, edging his thick head towards her opening. He desperately wanted to force his way in, his lust for my womens pussy was etched upon his face, and in his eager breathes. His bare bell-end nudged against her lips as he rubbed his length. She groaned in response, her hand sliding down her stomach and her fingers began rubbing at her clit. Her back arched as she released a nasal moan, and another. She began lifting her bum off the mattress, her sweet opening searching towards his cock as he wanked, tempting him in.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. He could of pushed into her there and then and she would have accepted him. She was hungry for him. But for some reason he held back.
He moved down the bed and spread her lips open, stretching them wide with his thick fingers. He then tasted her, sucking at her pussy roughly. She grabbed his hair, her whole body spasming suddenly, and let out an orgasmic cry. She had never been one to make a lot of noise, but now as a throaty squeal forced its way from her the books were rewritten.
I noticed as he licked her that his tongue was hugely oversized too, and as it lapped up her juices she arched up and threw her head back, shrieking and moaning aloud. Her orgasm was quick in coming, and very hard. The expectation of his touch had half brought her off before he’d even gone down on her. She lay breathless on the bed as he turned away, leaving her, searching through his trouser pocket on the floor. I knew exactly what he was doing. Even though he had his back to me sitting on the edge of the bed, it was clear what he was up to.
I looked to my wife, laid sprawled out on our bed, legs spread. Her pussy so tempting and ripe. Her breasts heaving to the sound of her deep laboured breaths. Her eyes never left him, they followed him longingly. Her desire was undeniable.
She was not only willing to go along with this. She was now totally desperate for him. I feared I was no more than an after thought in all of this. True it was my fantasy, but me being there paid no relevance anymore. It was about him, and what he could do for her. I at that moment must admit, my fear and jealousy overtook my arousal.
When he stood and turned to her he was rolling a black condom down his thick pole. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth curled at the sight. He was ready, and so was she. The only person not ready was me, and my glaring insignificance was all to apparent. I felt totally powerless, and raw with regret.
He took hold of her ankle and sucked her toes roughly, teasingly, then as quickly as he’d moved all night he was on her. Between her legs, spreading her wider than ever. She was like modeling clay in his hands, ready to be manipulated to his bidding. He pushed her knees up into her chest then he spread her further and her beautiful vagina opened to him. Her tiny wet hole twitched in anticipation as he forcefully spread her out.
He took his cock in hand, which now resembled a truncation in its new black overall, and edged it up her inner thigh, then teasingly he rubbed his bell end across her swollen lips, then traced it back and up from opening to her clitoris. She moaned again, a deep moan from her stomach.
I began to get agitated. He was about to force that thing up my wife and I didn’t want him to. It was far to big and I feared he would ruin her, change her. I took her hand, and in doing so her attention. She looked at me as if I’d just arrived. She was flushed and breathless and her lips were blood red. He stopped to look at me too. She looked like she’d been at it for a night already, but the truth was he was only just about to start. I wasn’t sure what to say to her, but in my eyes I was sure she would find what I wanted, or didn’t want.
He was preparing, stroking his cock and rubbing it through her pubes and against her clitoris. It was now or never. She just looked at me blankly but her attention kept sliding away from me and onto him. I squeezed her hand again, pulling her attention back one final time.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I pleaded, desperately.
She just shrugged at me, so I persisted.”‘Do you think you should?”
She once again looked at him and his cock. Then she shrugged again, as if she’d had her voice box fished out by his giant rod. He spoke in the end, putting an end to the one sided debate.
“Its not to late.” he said as he waved his cock around just above her crotch. “If you don’t want to fuck me, just say.”
He grabbed her legs and pulled her bum in closer so that his balls sat on her pubic bone. Then he began to lift her ass off the bed, running her juicy gash up and along his thick shaft. The mouth said one thing but the cock cried proceed. He moved back and then rubbed his bell-end through her pubes and then down across her clit once again. Then he began to flick it up and down on her pink slit. She started gasping for air and she looked at me again, her eyes aglaze with hypnotic passion. I was still holding her hand. I squeezed it, and then let go. I truly did feel I’d lost her there and then.
What happened next was probably the most romantic and loving act she’d ever shown me.
He knew exactly what she meant. For a few seconds he remained there, looming over her menacingly. I feared he would do it anyway, but before I could acknowledge the fear he roared in frustration, and backed away to sit on the side of the bed, showing us his hairy back. There was no question of her finishing him off. She had broken the bond with that simple word. ‘Sorry.’ And I believe she truly was.
The room stayed silent, nothing was said as he put on his clothes. I wondered how he would ever cover up that cock with his trousers. But he did and as he got up to leave he pulled out his phone, and pointing the camera at my wife, said “one for the road?”
She had covered herself with the quilt as he’d been dressing, but to my amazement she flung it off at his request to reveal once again her naked body. He took the picture, and as he drank her in with his eyes for the last time, he said “The one that got away….” then he turned and left the room.
I followed him down the stairs and through the front door. He wasn’t even going to look back such was his haste to leave, but I managed to stop him halfway down the drive. If looks could kill. I actually really felt really sorry for him. He was a bit of an agitated mess. I apologized to him sincerely and explained my reasons. Him being far too big, and it being our first time, and everything I could think of to make it easier on him. If you had of heard me you wouldn’t of believed I’d just let the guy rub his cock all over my loving wife for the past 2 hours, such was my guilt.
He seemed to understand and when he left it wasn’t on to badder terms I felt. Now I had to face my wife. She had been mortified when I stopped her. The look on her face when she realized I wanted it to end, I will never forget.
When I got back upstairs and into the bedroom she was in her pajamas and in bed, on her side facing away from me, acting as if she were asleep. I lay behind her placing a hand on the bump in the duvet that was her hip. All I could say was “I’m sorry.”
She dismissed me by saying “I’m really tired, let me go to sleep.”
So I left her there and went downstairs. The pictures in my head of the evenings activities would serve me well for ever more as wanking fodder, but on that night, even after being so fucking turned on, I didn’t have it in me. I felt dirty and ever so strangely violated. I questioned myself for letting it happen, for putting my beautiful loving and loyal wife through such a thing, and then for taking it away from her at the last minute. I couldn’t believe I’d let him take her picture too. A naked picture of my wife just for him, her parting gift. It was all very raw, her lust for his massive cock had shocked me thoroughly.
I fell asleep on the sofa with a glass of vodka. I hadn’t even afforded myself any coke, I didn’t deserve it.
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The next day we were both reluctant to talk about it. My wife was weighed down by a hangover, though she hadn’t really drunk that much. I was happy to give her some space and we went about our business solely.
It wasn’t actually until the Tuesday evening that we sat down and discussed the events. Those couple of days had served me well. I don’t actually think I felt any of the jealousy or the shame by then. In fact the whole memory of the night had become no more than a massive turn on. A fantasy can not be pushed aside so easily I had learned. By then my wife seemed more laid back too. She told me that she had felt dirty and embarrassed, and that she felt she’d never want to discuss it again. But with the passing of a couple of days, it had worn off, and now she was open to my questions.
She was not angry with me for stopping it, in fact she thanked me for it. She said she was glad not to have to deal with the aftermath of such a ‘stretching’, and that she was drunk and would never want someone so big. I suspected she was lying of course but I kept that to myself.
We also resumed our sex life on that very night. My totally ‘just above’ average cock doing its job quite well. It was difficult for the first time having seen her reaction to a penis so big. But love played a blinder and it turned out above expectations.
Over the next week I found her sex drive insatiable. She wanted me every night and she began sending me sexy pics through text. It was great. Her appetite had gone through the roof, but that wasn’t all. She had also changed as a lover. She had become more self aware. Where before she was reserved in seeking her own pleasure, she was now openly bold about what she wanted, and this I liked more than anything.
Like never before she would feel herself during foreplay, and during intercourse she began fingering her clit, something she’d never openly done before. It was a massive turn on, and the blow jobs! She would demand I fuck her mouth deep. What a result.
Of course when one is thrown into a new found sexual haven, where experimentation is rife and lust is never far from thought, old fantasies breed in the mind. It wouldn’t be long before it reared it’s head again, I knew. Just the other day I brought out an old friend. The dildo she’d so profusely shunned before, and guess what?