by Matthew Lee
Mike thought about it and admitted he was intimidated.
“So there it is,” Sara continued. “Deep in our primate brains there is some kind competition taking place. His big dick is an unspoken statement to us both.”
“Are you attracted to Dean? Is it sexual, Sara? Do you want him to fuck you?”
Sara felt her face blush in the dark. She hesitated too long so Mike knew her answer.
“Oh,” he mumbled.
“I'm so sorry, Honey. You're not exactly right but you're close. I never, ever would, Baby. It just pops into my head before I can stop it. I'm being brutally honest here because that's what you asked for. I don't say these things to hurt you. I love you. But my reaction is so natural. I feel it in my body. Let's leave first thing in the morning and never see Jen and Dean again. We don't need this headache.”
Mike stared at the tent wall. Things were changing. He could feel it. Sara was changing and he could not predict where all this would lead.
“No,” he murmured.
“Why not?”
“I'd feel like a coward. I already feel diminished. Running away would make it worse.”
“I'm so sorry, Honey.”
They sat in silence a long time.
“Do you hate me?” Sara asked.
Mike drew a lungful of air, let it out slowly.
“Not at all. You were brutally honest, so I will be too. Yes, it hurts me to see you look at him like that, but for some strange reason I haven't yet figured out, it also excites me. You're shy and conservative by nature. I find it exciting that something can get you going like that. You are more sexual than I thought and that turns me on, but I don't know why. When you came home from your night out with Tina, you stank of cigarettes and alcohol. You climbed into bed and went down on me as soon as soon as you could, which you hardly ever do. I loved it. I wondered what had turned you on so much. I wondered if you'd seen something that got you going. I'm not saying I want you to act like Tina, I just wondered if you had.”
Sara had never been so close to confessing as she was at this moment. Here was an opportunity to get out from under all the guilt she'd been accumulating and carrying around. She weighed her response and like a wave, felt it rolling back. Mike would be crushed. She risked her whole married life. The stakes were too high. Better to just admit a little and see how it went.
“Something did happen that night,” she mumbled.
In the dark she saw Mike's head snap around to face her.
“Tina met a black guy. They made out a little and then she led us to a dark corner and she pulled his penis out and sucked it for a minute, right in front of me.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yes, it was intense. I was mortified, of course, but you know Tina. We left soon after but I admit it made me horny. I took it out on you when I got home.”
Mike tried to keep up; Tina. Black guy. Sara aroused. Mike had lusted after Tina from the moment he saw her and imaging a black cock in her mouth took his breath away.
“How big was he?”
Sara blushed in the dark.
“Big,” she replied, jerking her head towards the other tent. “Bigger than Dean.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.”
The urge to blurt the truth about Randy made her wring her hands. She clamped her jaw shut.
“I bet you stared at that one too.”
“I did. Big ones are mesmerizing. They fascinated me.”
She felt Mike tense in the darkness and wondered if she'd said too much. She leaned in to give his cheek a reassuring kiss and her arm bumped his erection.
“You're hard? Mike?” she asked, surprised.
Like a deer in the headlights, Mike said nothing. Sara fumbled for a better feel and gripped him through his shorts.
“Mike you're hard as rock. Take it out,” she ordered.
Mike rose to his knees. The sound of a zipper filled the tent and then Sara's hot mouth enveloped him. He groaned. Sara sucked her husband. His reaction to her confessions filled her with relief. She sucked his penis to prove her love, wanting him to feel it through her efforts. She sucked to show him her desire for her beloved husband and how much she adored him, how much she would hate if she ever lost him. Mike held her head and pushed his dick deeper.
After only a few minutes Sara stopped and slipped out of her shorts.
“Fuck me, Honey,” she whined. “I need you.”
Mike was shocked how wet his wife was, wondering if it was all for him or if their talk about big dicks had gotten to her. He started slow but that lasted only a few strokes. He began to hammer her.
Are you thinking about Dean right now? he wondered.
He pounded her pussy. Her little yelps and moans filled the tent. Now that the truth was out in the open, he felt more secure.
My wife likes big dicks. What else does she like? I think I'll find out.
His hips jumped up a speed and Sara began to make pre-orgasm sounds, something she rarely does from penetration. Mike couldn't remember the last time his penis alone made her climax. He held his speed steady and waited, feeling Sara's pussy milking him.
“Oh, Baby!” she cried. “Honey, I'm almost there. Here it comes. I can't believe it! Baby you feel so good! Aaaaaarrrrrghhh!”
Mike got too excited. His cum boiled up and exploded. As she came, so did he. They jerked and writhed together and Mike emptied his cream inside his beautiful wife. She gripped his ass and welcomed it. Soon he fell to the side, breathing hard. They cuddled and neither moved for a long time. Finally, Mike spoke, his mind clearly not yet ready to move on.
“Do you think they feel better?”
“Who? Jen and Dean?” Sara purred.
“No. Big dicks; do you think they feel better for the girl? I've heard size doesn't matter but I wonder if that's true or just something average guys say to make themselves feel better, or girls say to spare a guy's feelings. I know you've only been with me so you wouldn't know, but has Tina ever said anything about them? Does she rave about how much better they are?”
Sara felt her mouth go dry as Mike's words sliced right through her; I know you've only been with me... Lie or tell the truth and if truth, how much?
She cleared her throat. “Tina says they're amazing and I believe her. When she talks about a guy like that I can hear in her voice how much she really means it.”
Some truth is better than none.
Mike considered this information. “So when you look at Dean that way it's because you are thinking about having sex with him.”
Sara gave a quick nod which was lost on Mike in the dark.
“Sara, if you weren't married to me, would you? You can tell me the truth; I won't get angry. I feel like we're being more honest with each other lately and I like it. This is more like scientific curiosity. I'm wondering if size is reason enough for a girl to fuck a guy. I always thought you girls needed him to be rich or famous or smart or funny. Would you ever fuck a guy just for his body or his looks?”
“You have the strangest pillow-talk, Mike. We just made love.”
“Sorry, Baby.”
Sara took Mike's hand in the dark, lacing her fingers through his.
“Yes,” she admitted, her voice small. “I feel so shallow admitting that and believe me when I tell you I have only very recently discovered this about myself, but that would be reason enough. If Dean was a stranger and that was the only thing I knew about him, I'd probably do it. As long as he didn't open his mouth and say something totally stupid or cruel. If I saw it, I'd want it.”
Mike squeezed her hand.
“That's intense. How long have you known this?”
Ever since Randy fucked me with one, she thought.
“Since I saw him toweling off yesterday. My reaction caught me by surprise. You like big boobs, I guess I like big dicks.”
Mike was quiet and Sara wondered what he was thinking.
Finally, Mike spoke. “Everything is heightened because we're stuck in t
he wilderness with him. I admit I'll never look at him the same. I'm not angry with you, Baby, I swear. But my wife wants to fuck my friend because he's hung. That's a shock.”
“You'd fuck Jennifer,” Sara countered. “You'd chose a female based on her body. You'd have sex with a girl because she had big tits or she was pretty. You'd probably fuck Tina for the same reasons.”
Mike automatically thought about denying it but she was right.
“Yeah, although they're totally out of my league. I'd have to get to them while they were young and inexperienced and I am way too late for that.”
Sara imagined Mike between Jennifer's legs and felt like she'd been kicked in the stomach. Mike with Tina was bad. Mike with Jennifer would be a hundred times worse.
After she regained her composure, she spoke. “So here we are, lying in a tent in the wilderness, enjoying the afterglow of passionate love-making, talking about fucking other people.”
Mike laughed abruptly and Sara joined him.
“This has been an interesting trip,” he said.
Sara remembered eating Jennifer at the lake.
“God, has it ever.”
Sara moved her head to Mike's chest and they snuggled.
“Mike?”
“Yes, Baby.”
“When we get back home, can you try to spend more time with me? I'd like for us to hang out more. I think we've allowed other interests to intrude. I miss you. I miss your friendship and our good times together.”
“I'd like that too.”
They moved closer still, ready for sleep. Before she drifted off, Sara marveled how their conversation, although primarily about sex with others, made her feel closer to her husband than she'd felt in a long time. The topic was scary. The vulnerability real. The conversations were sometimes hard to hear, but here at the end of them, intimacy triumphed.
In the morning they broke camp and hit the road. Mike's car awaited them at Jen and Dean's place and they all hugged goodbye, promising to get together again soon. Jennifer and Dean stood on their lawn waving goodbye.
“She got away from you,” Dean teased.
“No, I let her go. What fun is landing the fish too fast? I made her eat your cum out of my pussy when we went to bathe together. She gobbled it up like a submissive slut. We manipulated her into watching us fuck. It's only a matter of time before you bury that big cock in her, preferably right in front of her agonizing husband, and this time I want you to knock that bitch up. I'm savoring this game; I want to hunt her for months, maybe even a year, before I drop the final blow.”
Dean smacked her ass.
“A baby? You want me to get her pregnant? That's seriously fucked up.”
“Yes, it is. Of all the people in my past that wronged me, I hate perfect Sara the most. She started it all. Everything that went wrong began with her cheating me. I'm going to destroy her life from the inside-out.”
“I like the way you think. Let's get inside. I need a shower,” he said.
For the next few weeks, Mike masturbated often. Sometimes he pictured seeing Jennifer naked, sometimes he thought about listening to Dean and Jen fucking in the next tent over. He also discovered Sara's description of their night out had filled his head with wild video of Tina on her knees sucking black cock, and that worked well too. But mostly he thought about Sara, his sweet and innocent wife, admitting big cocks aroused her. He held her face in his mind, remembering the desire in her eyes as she gazed at Dean. Jennifer was gorgeous and sexy but nothing made Mike cum as hard as that image of Sara, practically drooling over Dean and confessing she thought about fucking him.
At night, he and Sara were both more interested in sex. Even on days where Mike secretly jacked off, he and Sara still had sex once they went to bed.
Weeks later they were on the couch watching an episode of Arrow when Mike hit pause. He faced Sara. Unsure how to begin, fidgeting with his hands, curling and uncurling his toes. Sara lifted his chin and told him to just say what he needed to say.
“We've been having a lot more sex,” he finally spat out. “A lot.”
“Yes. Isn't it wonderful?”
“It is, and I think I know why, but I've been wondering; what would you think about finding out? Aren't you curious?”
“Finding out about what, Honey?”
“Dicks. If a bigger cock feels better.”
Sara's head almost exploded.
“WHAT? Mike! What are you suggesting?” Mike wanted her to fuck another man?
Mike realized his mistake. “No, not like that, Sara. A sex-toy. A dildo. We could stop by the adult store and buy one bigger than me and try it. What if it is way better?”
“No toy can replace my man,” she said, her heart pounding and her blood racing.
“Of course not, not replace, but if it feels better why wouldn't we add it to what we're already doing? Unless you would be too uncomfortable. I thought you'd like the idea.”
“I've never used one.”
“First time for everything.”
Mike studied Sara's face. She was curious but too uncomfortable.
“How about you surprise me?” she asked.
“I go alone? Pick something out for you?”
“Yeah, and then surprise me with it.”
“Okay.”
They returned their attention to the movie but both their minds were on other things.
Two nights later Mike stopped by the adult store. He had not been inside such a place since he turned eighteen and was surprised to see how things had changed. Single men, of course, but now also single women and couples prowled the aisles in search of new delights.
He made his way towards the back wall where all the replica penises were displayed. A lesbian couple compared sizes and two single girls considered their choices. Profoundly uncomfortable with females around, Mike kept walking and ended up in the BDSM section. He backed out right away and told himself to just get it done.
He carefully evaluated the entire wall and narrowed his choices and then plucked one which seemed most attractive, turning it over in his hands. One of the single girls, the one with short red hair, walked right up to him.
“For your wife, right?”
Mike nodded.
“Get her the one you're holding.”
Mike looked down at the beast. Long and perfectly life-like, this replica penis was as thick as his wrist. Carefully crafted veins covered the shaft and a scrotum bigger than his fist anchored it.
“Women like thickness, trust me. Plus, this one pumps in and out and vibrates too. I own one just like it. She'll go wild.”
Mike found his voice. “You work here?”
“No, but I've watched you struggle for forty-five minutes. Get her that one.”
Mike looked down at it again and then around to see who noticed.
“Thanks,” he said.
The girl selected a huge black strap-on shaped like a horse’s penis.
“Come on,” she said. “I'll walk up with you.”
Fifteen minutes later Mike was on his way home with his toy, excited to use it on Sara.
While Mike was busy backing out of the BDSM section, at home Sara's phone chimed with a text from Randy; Back in Vegas and I want you.
Sara read it three times, each time enjoying the jolt of adrenaline it gave her.
Randy wants me. I cannot see him again, ever, but it is nice to know.
Sara typed; Call Tina.
Tina can't hold a candle. I want YOU.
Sara tingled all over. Tina had always been the pretty girl every guy wanted. Sara couldn't count how many times they'd been out and she'd been ignored while Tina drew all the attention. It happens a lot less the last few years but ever since they were kids Sara always watched Tina steal the boys. Now an intelligent and funny billionaire craved Sara more than Tina and Sara loved it. She sighed.
Can't. Married, she sent back.
Randy had his response ready. Sara opened the message and there was Randy, rock hard and stand
ing straight up. Sara's pussy tingled and moistened and she squirmed in her seat. She gazed at his erection. His fat gut and excessive body hair were visible too but she did not see them. All she saw was a massive member filled with blood and throbbing for her.
She pecked her keys; He misses me?
You're the most beautiful woman he's ever known, and he's known A LOT.
Sara was certain Randy lied about her beauty but choose not to think about that. It felt better to just believe what he said.
Gotta go, she text.
She read back over the thread several times until the chills and thrills began to wane and then she deleted the messages, including the picture, and drew a bath.
Almost an hour later she heard Mike pull into the garage. He entered the house and set his things on the kitchen counter and then she heard his steps coming down the hall. In the bedroom he stopped and she heard the rustle of hard plastic.
Now that it was out of the wrapper, Mike gazed down at the replica cock in his hands. They had come a long way since he last saw one. This looked and felt perfectly real; veins, flesh, head...even the hole at one end and the testicles at the other. He stroked it a few times, amazed. He closed his eyes and did it again.
This feels completely real. It's like touching my own penis, except much bigger.
He held it up and looked down the length of it.
Suddenly worried he held it at arm's length. His eyes bugged and his jaw dropped.
Holy shit! This looks like Dean!
He quickly jammed it into his nightstand drawer.
Why did I pick that one? He wondered. I had a whole wall of choices. What perverted desire made me pick an exact copy of Dean's dick?
He left the bedroom to say hello to Sara.
Four days later, it remained in the drawer, untouched. They'd had sex every night but fear kept him from introducing it to their love-making. If he'd noticed the similarity she certainly would and what explanation could he offer?
At lunch that day Sara got a call from Jennifer asking if Dean and she could be house-guests while work was done on their house. Sara agreed without calling Mike. When she told Mike that night, he felt a rush of excitement combined with worry. It would delightful to have Jennifer walking around but a little intimidating to have Dean doing the same.