There was a little blonde cutie that couldn’t have been a day older than nineteen working at the hotel two blocks away—the one I could see from my living room window. She was dressed up as a schoolgirl in all of her pictures, and she had a description of her ‘perfect client’. “I like guys with no facial hair and a little bit of shag on their heads. I like a man in a suit, but I really like a man in athletic wear. If you come in a pair of sweatpants and some runners, I might just leak right through my panties.” I was clean-shaven and I had a pair of sweatpants and runners I could wear…
And then I noticed a little note at the bottom of her ad. “I really love working with couples,” she wrote. My heart fluttered up in my chest, and I wondered if that might be something Rey would be into. I was pretty sure that she liked girls now, and she was probably starting to wonder what fucking a tight pussy felt like. And hell, she was probably wanting me to get laid as well. Surely she felt bad that months had gone by and I hadn’t even gotten so much as a blowjob.
Rey was just in the other room, watching a football game. She’d started watching them while I was home—no longer hiding her newfound appreciation of sports. Sometimes it was even hard to pull her away from the screen. And when we would sit down to pick movies, she was suddenly less shy about choosing action movies, even though she used to only want to watch romantic films, or the occasional romantic comedy.
So I went to the living room and I sat down across from her and waited for the commercial break. My heart was pounding as I tried to think of a way to broach the topic of hiring an escort for both of us to fuck. When that commercial break finally came, my heart was a stuttering mess. I took a deep breath and said, “Do you have a second?”
She looked at me with a big smile, waiting for me to go on.
“So I had this idea, and—uh—I don’t know how you’re going to feel about it. I don’t want you to think that it’s what I want—not that I don’t want it—I do want it—but I’d rather it didn’t have to be this way. I was—uh—maybe thinking that we could, like…” But I couldn’t seem to force those words off of my tongue.
“What is it, honey?” she asked. Her eyes glistened and I felt so thankful that the pill didn’t change her beautiful face at all. She still had those stunning eyes and those full lips and that cute nose. She still had her amazing smile—the smile I fell in love with so many years before. I couldn’t break her heart. I couldn’t possibly suggest getting an escort. I didn’t want her to think that she wasn’t meeting my needs, even though she probably already knew it was true. I wanted her to think that she was enough for me, even without a pussy.
“I was wondering if you might let me put it in your, you know—your ass.” Now my heart was slamming into my ribcage. I didn’t necessarily want to put it in her ass, but I had to say something. I couldn’t let her think that I was having reservations about our relationship.
Her face turned red and she awkwardly slipped a hand behind her neck. “My ass?” she asked quietly, as if she didn’t want our sleeping daughter to overhear, even though she was upstairs, down the hall, and behind a closed door. “I don’t know,” Rey continued. “I’ve never had it in the ass before.”
I awkwardly laughed and then I shrugged my shoulders. “It was just an idea—a silly one. Forget I even asked.” It had been the response I was expecting—the same response she gave me when I used to ask, back when we first started dating. She’d always been too shy to let me put in her butt—too afraid it would hurt or cause permanent damage.
So I was shocked when she said, “Okay, why don’t we try it.” Her face was still dark red, and I could practically hear her heart pounding. “Maybe it will be fun. I’ll go put on something nice.” She got up and scurried up to the bedroom, leaving me down on the couch wondering what the hell I’d just done.
For the first time in many months, I was about to get laid. But I wasn’t sure that’s what I wanted. I’d never fucked a girl in the ass before, and I’d definitely never fucked a girl with a cock in the ass before. What if her dick touched me? What if she got an erection? What if she was expecting me to give her a reach around? Or what if I so much as saw her penis and it made me soft? I didn’t want to offend my wife like that, even though I didn’t want her thinking that I was attracted to her penis.
I waited a few minutes and then I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to have sex with my wife. I brought myself to my feet and then I started towards the stairs. Maybe I should have just suggested the escort idea. Maybe she would have been just as into it—or maybe she would have been more into it. At least then we would both get to fuck a pussy, instead of having what seemed an awful lot like gay sex.
But it wasn’t gay sex. It wasn’t gay sex just because I was going to fuck her ass, or even because she had a cock. She was still a woman—a beautiful woman—and she was still my wife. That pill didn’t make her into a man; it just made her pussy into a cock.
I carefully opened the bedroom door and saw my wife sitting on the edge of the bed in a little sexy sailor outfit—one we’d bought together a few years before, but it never fit properly. “It finally fits,” she said. “Though I don’t know if that’s a good thing.” The skirt was always too small for her wide hips, and the crop top was always to tight on her bust. But she hadn’t lost any weight that I was aware of—so was she losing some of her curves? Was the testosterone from her ball sack starting to change her figure? Did we need to look into getting hormone pills to keep her a woman? The doctors told us hormone pills could make things very complicated, so Rey opted to avoid them—but maybe a bit of complication wouldn’t have been so bad.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked.
“Yeah. It’ll be… interesting. Let’s give it a try. Come here.” She waved me over with one finger. So I walked up to the bed and found myself standing frozen in front of her. She reached out and started to do away with my belt. I took a deep breath. She looked cute in that outfit. She looked nice and feminine, the way I wanted her to look. She had her hair tied into a loose ponytail that she let hang over her shoulder.
She yanked down my pants and then she gently rubbed my cock through my white undies. A slight smile crossed her face. “It’s been a while,” she said.
“Too long,” I said.
She took my undies with both hands and pulled them down to my knees, letting my long flaccid cock out for a breath of air. Her gaze locked on it and her eyes sparkled. So she wasn’t a full-blown lesbian. She still enjoyed the sight of a thick cock. She reached out and slipped her fingers around it, pulling back my foreskin and teasing my bulbous tip with the tip of her thumb. It felt good. I reached out and slipped my hand onto the side of her face, brushing her soft hair. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe we could get used to this—as long as that cock was out of the way and out of sight.
She stroked me for a minute and then she leaned forward and took my cock into her warm mouth. She sucked and bobbed her head and got me hard. She moaned slightly as she fondled my ball sack. “That feels good, babe,” I said, now with both of my hands slipped behind her head. I gently pulled her forward with each bob, getting as much of my cock into her mouth as I could without making her gag.
She pulled her head back for a breath of air. A strand of saliva connected her plump lips with my throbbing erection. She looked into my eyes and smiled, and I smiled right back. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to last long—maybe I wouldn’t even make it to her ass.
And then I noticed the bulge in her skirt: her erection standing straight up. Rey noticed it a second later. She reached down quickly and tucked it up into her skirt’s waistband. It wasn’t an easy thing to hide in that lingerie. I could still see the slight bulge of her tip, nearly sticking out from her high waisted sailor’s skirt. “Sorry,” she said.
“It’s okay,” I said, even though the sight was a bit off-putting. At least it helped me last longer. Though it was kind of nice to see her getting erect for me and not just some lesbian porn on the
computer screen. It was nice to know that she was still attracted to me with her new hormones pumping through her system.
She kept sucking my cock, getting me nice and hard again—and getting me nice and wet for the next step in our little romp.
“If you keep sucking you’re going to make me come,” I said.
She smiled and pulled her head back. “I guess you probably want to stick it in my ass now, huh?” she said with dark red cheeks.
I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head. “I guess we can give it a try.”
She stood up carefully, keeping a hand down against her crotch to stop her erection from popping loose. Even with her hand there I could see the throbbing bulge. She spun around and got onto her hands and knees. She reached down into her panties to make a final adjustment before saying, “Okay. I’m all yours.”
I took a deep breath and climbed up onto the bed, on my knees. I flipped up her skirt and saw that little strip of red fabric covering her asshole. I was tempted to pull those panties down, but I knew they were keeping her cock and balls out of my line of sight, so I just pulled the strip of fabric carefully to the side. Her asshole was tight and puckering. I grabbed my cock firmly and pressed my saliva-covered tip against that tight hole. I drew little circles around her anus, using her own saliva to get her moist, and then I started to push my cock into her. It took a few seconds and lots of pushing to penetrate. I stopped once I had my tip in her. She perked up and became tense. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Mhm,” she said, nodding her head, unable to speak real words as she had her lips pressed tightly together and she was probably biting down on her tongue.
I gently pushed myself a little bit deeper. I could feel her tight rim puckering along my shaft, trying to hold me back one moment, and then trying to suck me deeper the next moment. I used both of my hands to spread her cheeks, as if that would make it easier for her.
Her hole was warm—much warmer than my hand, which was the only thing I’d used to get off in the past three months. I took a deep breath and my body shuddered with a combination of elation and fear. I sunk a bit deeper. “Just tell me if I’m going to deep,” I said.
“You’re okay,” She said through clenched teeth. So I sunk a bit deeper. I had half of my cock inside of her body. I was impressed that she’d let me go this far. And I was even more impressed that she wasn’t stopping me from going further. I sunk another inch in, and then another inch, and then another, and she was still okay, only squirming a little bit. I finally got my final inch inside of her and then she let out a long moan.
“Does that feel okay?” I asked.
She nodded her head. “It feels good,” she said.
I gently started to pull back so I could begin thrusting. She was moaning consistently, squirming and swaying as if her body was being overtaken by euphoria. I pulled back halfway and then I pushed in slowly. And I was shocked to hear her say, “Faster than that.” So I pulled back and came down faster. “Faster,” she said again. So I pulled back and slammed down quickly, with force. She moaned and shuddered and said, “Just like that.”
I watched as her tight hole hugged my cock, pulling back like a suction cup every time I pulled back, and then sinking inside of her every time I thrusted forward. I was stretching her wide, but she seemed to like it. She was even pushing her bum back every time I pushed my cock into her, as if she wanted more. It was only a minute before I was fucking her quickly, as if I was fucking her in the pussy.
I reached around her torso and I squeezed her tits, eliciting a sharp moan out of her. I loved the way they bounced back and forth when she was on her hands and knees. I looked over at the mirror so I could see what she looked like, being dominated from behind. It was a nice sight, until I noticed the bulge in her skirt: her erection sticking straight out. With both of her hands planted on the mattress, she had no way of tucking it back into her panties—and even if she did, it wouldn’t have stayed there. I don’t think she even knew her cock was out of her panties.
But it wasn’t just out of her panties. Every time I thrusted my cock into her, her skirt rode back just a tiny bit. And it was starting to ride back over her erection. I could now see her tip poking out, throbbing and swollen. After a few more thrusts I could see half of her erection. I looked away quickly, worried it would take me out of the moment.
And then a guilt started swelling in my gut. She probably wanted to reach down and jerk herself off so badly. She was probably doing everything she could to resist that temptation. The sound of her moaning was probably the sound of her fighting the urge to squeeze her dick and pump it until hot goo was all over our bed sheets.
I bit down on my tongue. Whether I liked it or not, it was part of my wife’s body. I couldn’t just let her think that I was disgusted by it. I couldn’t just treat my own wife like she was a freak of nature. So I took a deep breath and I reached around until my fingers were around her long, throbbing shaft. And then I began to beat her off.
I heard her gasp. She became frozen for a moment and then she looked back at me with wide eyes. “W—What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m getting you off,” I said.
And she stared into my eyes for a moment before the euphoria took over again. She shuddered and her lips parted. She turned to look forward again and then she started to moan loudly—louder than before. I squeezed her cock hard. It wasn’t as disgusting as I thought it would be. In fact, it wasn’t disgusting at all. It just felt like I was squeezing a part of her body, stroking it like it was my own. And it didn’t seem any gayer than when I jerked myself off in the bathroom. In fact, in a way, it was even less gay because when I was alone in the bathroom there were no women around.
“Oh God,” she groaned. “It feels so good.” I could feel her cock bloating up. I saw her back arch as blissful tension consumed her. She was quiet for a few seconds and then she screamed out with intense pleasure—and I felt her cock beginning to unload. I snuck a peek in the mirror: her thick rod blasting our bed sheets with warm cum. The sight wasn’t as gross as I was expecting—it wasn’t gross at all. Or maybe I was just getting used to the fact that my wife had a cock.
I came shortly after. It would have been impossible not to, once her asshole started puckering and throbbing while she came. The stimulation was too intense—no man could have survived much longer than me. I filled her back door with a massive load of cum and then I fell down on the bed. She fell down and then rolled her warm body into mine. I threw an arm over her. She was smiling and out of breath, and I was too. She wasn’t hiding her cock now—maybe she didn’t know that it was out, or maybe she was too exhausted to bother. It was slumped on her flipped-up skirt, with a little puddle of cum at her tip. “That was fun,” she said.
“It was,” I agreed. Though my heart was still stammering, unsure of what had just happened. I was terrified that my wife was going to think that I liked cock—maybe she would think that I’d always secretly liked cock and I’d just finally let that secret slip. And I didn’t know how to tell her that wasn’t the case without sounding like a complete liar. So I just kept my mouth shut and hoped she wouldn’t get any weird thoughts in her head. I was just pleasuring her—that’s all. I was trying to make her feel better after three terrible months. I was just trying to be a good husband.
CHAPTER V
It was only the next day when we had sex again. It was late and we were tired after a long day. Rey went up to get ready for bed while I went to take the dog for a walk around the block. When I finally got up to the bedroom, Rey was there waiting for me in a little piece of lacy lingerie that I didn’t recognize. “It’s new,” she said. “Do you like it? I bought it today. It was on sale.”
“I like it,” I said.
“It’s got a hole in the back,” she said, turning around. She reached down and spread her cheeks, showing me her asshole. “It had a hole in the front, too. But I quickly sewed that up while you were at work.”
So I climbed up on the
bed and she gave me an amazing blowjob, and then I flipped her onto her stomach and I ate out her little tush hole. I used to love eating out her pussy, so this was the next best thing. Then I stuck my cock in her and pumped her little body. And once again I found myself reaching around to jerk off her cock. There was much less hesitation this time. We’d gotten most of the weirdness out of the way with our first little romp. I made her come inside of her new lingerie, but she didn’t mind. I got a bit of her sticky substance on my hand, which was a bit of a put-off. I wiped my hand on the bed sheets, but I could still feel the stickiness on my fingers.
The next day she gave me a blowjob when I came home from work, right in our living room. Our daughter was at a friend’s house for the night. I think Rey was hoping that the blowjob would lead to anal sex for the third night in a row, but she ended up sucking me off too effectively. I came in her mouth, without warning her. She swallowed and then she kissed me on the lips—though I could have done without the cum-flavoured kiss, to be honest.
That night, Rey cuddled into me in bed, something she hadn’t done since before that terrible incident. She snuggled in tight and put her hand on my chest. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Just cuddling,” she said. And that’s when I realized she was wearing a new perfume. It was unlike any perfume she’d ever worn before. Normally she smelled like flowers and vanilla, but now she smelled like cedar and woodchips.
“What are you wearing?”
“Just a nightie,” she said.
“No—I mean that perfume. What is that?”
“It’s new. Do you like it?”
Big Hard Girls Page 22