“The thing is—it was really the best sex I’d ever had in my life. Once I started, I just couldn’t stop.”
I smiled at her, trying to encourage her, curious.
“Actually, I think you know the guy. He’s dating Cheryl now.”
No!!
“Eddie?” I asked. I was suddenly angry and jealous, for no good reason. “You fucked Eddie?”
“Shhh!” Christine said, looking around, but there was no one near us. “Yes, you could say that. Or, maybe I should say that he fucked me. He almost fucked me right out of my marriage.”
I wanted to know more, but I was also really mad at her. After an awkward silence, I finally blurted out: “And why was the sex so good?”
“Well,” Christine said, “Eddie has an incredible cock and he really knows what to do with it.”
Mmm ….
“I mean, Linda, I’ve had two kids, but when Eddie put his cock inside me, I felt like a virgin again. I’ve never felt so full before, wow! At first, anyway …” Christine said wistfully.
My legs started to twitch; I resisted the urge to rub them up against the balcony.
“The first time we did it, I swore I would never do it again,” Christine went on. “But I kept calling him. And he kept on fucking me. God I have never ….”
I was fighting off images of Eddie pounding Christine, bending her over a kitchen table or a countertop, pushing her big round ass in the air, and letting that mother of two just have it till she screamed for mercy. God it was all I could do not to excuse myself and go downstairs, lock myself up in a stall and masturbate. I could feel my panties cling.
“Anyway ….” Christine’s voice drifted off. “My husband could never fuck me like that, never. I mean, he tries, but he doesn’t have Eddie’s natural advantages … and Eddie, he just takes control of a woman’s body. My husband, he’s kind of shy around me, asking me what feels good. Eddie just takes me, dominates me …. I have never felt anything like it.”
“Really?” I asked, trying to draw her out even more, trying not to clue her in on how much her story had nailed my own preoccupations.
“Yeah,” Christine said. “And the thing is, my husband is a pretty decent size. He’s about seven inches, but he’s kind of thin down there and Eddie, he’s so thick, so long.”
I couldn’t help but go back in my mind to Dan’s cock, wondering how it compared to Christine’s husband’s, if they were different as lovers.
“The best thing,” Christine said, “was feeling Eddie come so deep inside me, just drenching me. I have never felt more like a woman. I’m still shocked he didn’t knock me up. I have no idea how my birth control killed all that sperm.”
“So how did it end?” I asked.
“It ended in a humiliating way, at least for me. I started to fall for him. He never called me, knowing I couldn’t get enough of him … and I’d always call. I hated the control he had over me, and the feelings I was starting to have for that asshole. Anyway, this one time I came over to his place without calling, and he was fucking a college girl from next door. I actually stayed and watched them fuck. I took a dirty pleasure out of watching him just ruin this woman’s pussy for her boyfriend. I don’t know why, maybe because young women settle for the wrong guys so often. But I felt betrayed, too, even though he had never promised me anything. Heck, I was married.”
“How did you know her boyfriend had a small dick?” I asked, seeking out the information my mind and pussy craved.
“Well, she couldn’t stop talking about it. She was yelling while he was fucking her, and she kept on saying that his dick felt so much better than her boyfriend’s little one. At one point he started teasing her about it, and she finally laughed and yelled, ‘no more small dicks for this pussy!’ And he kept on putting it to her. You know, I couldn’t blame her. If I could go back to college, I wouldn’t put up with small dicks. Seems like most girls don’t these days.
“But you know what?” Christine continued. “I realized I couldn’t destroy my marriage over it either. If Eddie hadn’t been so open about seeing other girls, if he had fallen for me, too, I honestly don’t know what would have happened. But I couldn’t share him. I guess that kind of woke me up to what I had. I mean, my husband isn’t small, and he’s good in bed—sometimes he’s great—and there’s more to life than sex. You know?” I wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince me, or herself.
“Did you ever think about telling your husband?” I asked.
“Yeah …” said Christine. “I tried to once, but he just said, ‘We all make mistakes.’ It was a beautiful moment, and that’s when I knew I had to put this behind me. I couldn’t lose my husband over this cock-chasing stupidity. And you know what? My desire for Eddie did fade ….
“I guess Eddie will always leave me with a complicated sense of right and wrong,” she continued, as if knowing what I needed to hear. “I knew what I was doing was wrong, but in the moment, nothing could have felt more right, like I totally deserved to be fucked that well. I guess the good part is that guys like Eddie don’t come along that often. Most of the guys who hit on me are cocky blowhards who can’t get a woman in the mood. Nowadays, I focus on my man and my family and that’s … that’s really it.”
The talk slowed down, as both got lost in our own thoughts. Driving home that night, I felt restless, uncertain.
Chapter 8: Unsettling Times
The next month was an unsettling time. The sex between Dan and me was again bland, uninspired. I found myself masturbating at night, having all kinds of nasty thoughts, usually centered around Eddie. Sometimes I would get mad at Christine—why did she have to say what she did? I was contaminated with jealousy but also wary of her story. Things with Eddie had not ended well. Whatever Pandora’s box had been opened needed to be shut. But with the shutting of that box came the dulling of the marriage. Was there any way out?
One day I got sick of my head games and just called Cheryl. When I told Dan I was having lunch with Cheryl, he gave me a curious look. Cheryl’s offer was something we had never discussed, the one exception to my vow of honesty. Cheryl and I ended up in a bustling diner, so I couldn’t really talk to her the way I wanted. But I asked her to go on a walk afterwards.
When I got back that evening, I had renewed clarity. I wanted to talk to Dan, but he fell asleep early. I thought about letting him sleep through the night, but then that urge welled up inside me. I didn’t want to masturbate again. I turned on my bedside lamp and woke him.
“Dan, are you awake?”
“I am now …” Dan said with a sleepy yawn.
“Dan, I have to tell you something.”
“Yeah?”
“Dan, I haven’t been totally honest with you.”
Dan looked over at me, disappointment in his eyes. I could tell he suspected I had cheated on him.
“Dan, Cheryl made me an offer—after that night in the hot tub.”
“An offer?”
“Yeah. She said that I could have sex with Eddie, one time, on the condition that you agree, and both of you get to watch.”
“What?”
“She insists on these rules because she doesn’t want to hurt our marriage. She wants to help us.”
Dan’s look was skeptical.
“Cheryl tells me that honesty is a must in these situations.”
I paused, took a deep breath.
“She’s worried that if I don’t do something like this within the relationship, I’m going to do it outside the relationship.”
Dan was silent.
“She thinks I’m going to cheat on you sooner rather than later, and Dan, I’m worried that she’s right.”
More silence.
“This isn’t going to be easy for me to say or for you to hear. Cheryl thinks now that I’ve heard what a difference size makes to a woman’s pleasure, I’m going to have to see for myself. I’m going to be tempted to find out if that is what is missing from our sex.”
“Do you really think
it matters that much?” Dan asked, hurt and defensive.
“Well, I don’t know. But here’s what I do know: Cheryl told me that of the more than 100 women Eddie has slept with, only three have not had vaginal orgasms through penetration—each and every time they had sex. And in all the times you and I have had sex, I’ve only had a vaginal orgasm a couple of times.”
I felt a mean desire to lay it on a little more. “And Cheryl says she usually comes on Eddie’s big cock multiple times every time they have sex.
“But there’s more …” I said. “I can’t put a finger on it, but there’s something about Eddie, something I’m drawn to. It’s not love; I don’t think I could ever love him. But it’s something very animal, something I need … something … I don’t know how to say this … something I’m not getting in our marriage.”
Dan was quiet, but the look on his face was not just hurt anymore. I could see jealousy, and horniness as well. No looking back—see this through.
“Cheryl wants to create a supportive environment for you to see someone please me in a way that, according to her, you can’t. She says it’s not your fault, but your penis is too small to fill a mature woman’s pussy. Vaginal orgasms are about being filled and stretched, and honey, that’s just not something you can do.”
I saw Dan’s cock twitching under the sheets. I pulled the sheets down and wrapped my hand around his cock.
“I do worry about it,” Dan said.
“What?” I asked, drawing him out.
“That I’m too small for you, that you need more, that somehow this is going to ruin what we have between us.” I was struck by his confession.
“Dan, that’s not something you need to worry about. I don’t want to lose you, I don’t want to make that mistake.”
“Neither do I.”
“But Dan, we made a vow of total honesty, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well I have to admit that I’m curious. I’m curious to know what it’s like to have a big dick in me. I want to know what kind of a difference it will make. Not in our fantasies, but in real life.”
“You do?”
“Oh God, yes. Dan, I’ll be right back.”
I went to the bathroom, coming back with a toilet paper roll in my hand.
“Dan, this might be a little embarrassing, but Cheryl said it might help you to understand my needs. She said I should put this toilet paper roll on your cock. If you slip easily inside it, you’re too thin to fully please most women. If you don’t stick out the other side by a good amount, you’re probably not long enough. If you can’t do either, then Cheryl says you are definitely incapable of fucking a pussy the way it needs.”
I put the paper roll on Dan’s cock. It fit easily over his penis. His head didn’t quite poke out the other side.
“Wow,” was all I could say as I lifted the roll off.
Dan seemed ashamed, but his cock had never been harder.
“Did that make you feel inadequate?” I asked him while I straddled him and teasingly stroked his cock.
“Yes,” Dan admitted.
“But did it turn you on, too?”
“Yes!” Dan said as I stroked harder.
“Does it turn you on to know that you’re small?”
“Yes!”
“Does it turn you on when you slip your hard dick into me, knowing I can easily handle you?”
“Yes!”
“And does it turn you on to know that I can’t come on your dick unless we stroke my clit?”
“Uh!”
“And wouldn’t you love to see a big dick inside me, see what it could do to me?”
“Oh yes.”
“Well, you’re going to get your chance, Dan, do you want that? Do you want a chance?”
“Oh Linda, yes!!”
After Dan came, he worked my pussy with his fingers until I came hard also. But while it was a good come, it didn’t really knock me out. I slept fitfully.
Chapter 9: Doing What I Have to Do
The next day, a dilemma. Should I hold Dan to his word? Or should I ask him again when he’d had a chance to think about it, when he was not super turned on? Before I could question myself further, I took control.
When Dan got back from work that day, I told him flatly, in a way that took no denial, “We’re going to Cheryl’s on Friday.” He nodded in agreement, without a protest. I felt a quiver inside me.
As the four of us had snacks and drinks around Cheryl’s kitchen table that Friday, it was more than a bit awkward. So much had been decided … but how did you get from one point to the next? Another drink … and maybe another. I was starting to get cold feet. But then a pipe got passed around. Eventually there was more laughter, less tension. Things got a bit hazy. Eddie grabbed my hand and led me obediently outside. Dan gazed in my direction with an ache in his eyes, but I saw Cheryl touching his arm, pulling him back.
Eddie was wearing floppy cloth pants that would have seemed feminine on most guys, but on Eddie, the concept of feminine was irrelevant. His white V-neck rippled. For a moment, he held my hand and looked me in the eye. I thought he was going to lead me into the hot tub, but he stood closer instead. I felt dizzy with crushed-out feelings, flashbacks to freshman year of high school, stammering out a conversation with Phil, our high school quarterback/prom king.
Losing my nerve was definitely an option; a part of me wanted to go inside. If I’d done so, this story might have ended. But it didn’t, because Eddie took my right hand and placed it on his cock. As I felt the shape of it, a surge of sensation rippled through me. It felt so massive, so solid, so … right. I found myself rubbing it, circling my hand around it, feeling it twitch to life. I probably moaned, who knows. Before I could have second thoughts, Eddie grabbed me forcefully and pulled me down. I was almost angry as my knees whacked the deck, but in that same instant, Eddie lowered his pants and his fat cock sprung out and gently slapped me in the face.
I felt like such a slut looking at that dick. I hardly ever sucked Dan’s, certainly not from this submissive position. “Suck it,” Eddie said as he looked down. I obeyed him mindlessly. I wrapped one hand around his cock and started working the head of that big shaft in my mouth.
Slowly but surely, Eddie’s cock began to harden and rise to its full state. I always thought big cocks would droop, but in Eddie’s case, it stood straight up, just like last time, angling even higher. As his shaft grew harder, I found myself less and less hesitant. Soon I had two hands on his cock, working them up and down while licking and sucking that head. All I could think about was what that would feel like inside me. Eddie lifted me onto the side of their picnic table and forcefully pushed my legs wide open.
“Are you ready for this huge cock?” (He had a hell of a lot of nerve bragging about his cock like that, I thought to myself. But fuck he’s right!)
“Oh God, yes!” I called out. I realized that I had no idea where Dan was, and at that moment, I didn’t care. I could feel my legs all slippery. Even with almost no foreplay, I was flowing, I was ready. I stared as Eddie slipped a condom on quickly and worked his head into my pussy, forcing his way in with a loud “plop.”
“Oh, wow,” I said. “It’s in.”
“Barely,” said Eddie.
I was surprised that it didn’t hurt more, but then again, I was really wet. Eddie slowly started pushing his cock into me, one more inch, then another.
“Umm … Ow!!” That part did hurt.
“Ow?” Eddie said. “Want me to stop?”
“No, keep, uhh, going …” Eddie smiled, a little arrogantly for my taste, and kept pushing.
“Stop!” I said and looked down. About half his cock was inside me, but that was all I could handle. My lips stretched obscenely around his shaft. Actually, it hurt. I felt a wave of relief: Eddie’s cock didn’t feel good inside me. Dan was all the man I needed.
But then Eddie pulled his cock back, gradually working it, just a few inches in and out, stopping at around five inches where he hit
resistance. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, but it wasn’t great. It kind of hurt, but it was different from what I was used to.
Without warning Eddie pushed in deeper, harder.
“Ow!!” I called out again. This time he was maybe six inches in … I had been penetrated deeper in the past, maybe, but not as thickly, and it fucking hurt. “Ow!!”
Suddenly Eddie turned gentle on me.
“It’s okay,” said Eddie in a comforting tone that really startled me. I was expecting him to try to rip me apart, and I would tell him “Enough!” But he tricked me. “We’ll take it nice and slow for a bit,” he said.
For about five minutes, Eddie just moved in and out. It felt more like an invasive medical exam than a good lay, but the time passed. About five minutes in, I started to feel more of a warmth, an itchy stretchy feeling. Eddie was moving in and out a bit faster, and I felt a rhythm building. Before I knew it, I was coming on his cock. It happened so fast I didn’t realize it was happening.
“I came on your cock, wow!” Not something I was used to.
“No you didn’t,” said Eddie.
“Oh yes I did,” I said in irritation, as he worked his cock in and out. “I know my orgasms better than you do.” I was annoyed at Eddie’s cocky way. What did he know about my orgasms?
“I’ll show you an orgasm!” Eddie said, which made me laugh. What a tool!
The next thing I knew, Eddie had jammed his entire cock inside me.
“Ow!!”
“I thought so,” he said to me smugly, his cock wedged inside me. “You’ve opened up for me.”
“Let me show you something,” he said. With that, he started thrusting in and out, not very quickly yet, but deep thrusts, all the way in. It hurt for a couple more minutes, but then the hurt went away, and it just felt warm and deep and full.
“Oh Eddie, that feels good,” I said, looking up with a bit more respect.
“Hang on,” he said, as he started thrusting a little faster. I started to realize that the joke was on me, that I was in the hands of an expert cocksman. Before I knew what was happening, I felt waves of sensation surging through my body. I pushed back at him, giving him more pussy to work with.
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