“So you’ll do it?”
“Yeah,” said Steve, “I’ll do it. But what if Dan says no?”
“Oh, he’ll say yes,” I smiled wickedly. “Besides, he doesn’t have much of a choice.” I could feel the truth of that revelation jolting up and down my body. “Just come by my house tomorrow night at eight o’clock.”
“Okay. But can you at least do something about my blue balls?” Steve asked.
I felt like I had to help him out there. Cupping his huge balls with my left hand, or trying to, I jacked him off with my right, stroking and rubbing. I could barely wrap my hand around his shaft, but I loved gripping him, thinking about all that thickness pressing into me. I jacked him up and down in a frenzy, eager to make him come before I did something I would regret.
At the end, I was dripping so much thinking about him stretching me that if he had thrown me down in the back seat, I would have spread my legs and opened my pussy up for him, without even demanding a condom. But he didn’t know that, so I stroked him like mad. Soon he came in big messy bursts, all over his clothes and on me. It never ceased to amaze me how much sperm seemed to come out of these big cocks. It felt unfair that Dan wasn’t able to spray like that, but then again, it felt so right that a big studly cock would come in such big spurts for me.
Dan … speaking of Dan, I would have to do something about him.
Chapter 17: Getting What I Want Means Getting What He Wants
When I arrived home, Dan was already crashed out. I wanted to wake him, but I was soothed by his trust. He felt no need to stay up, to question my whereabouts. The next morning I was awake before him, taking a shower. After the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror. I wished I had more of a washboard stomach; it was hard getting used to my full hips and rounded tummy. But for whatever reason, today in particular, I could see why a lot of men seemed to like my body better now than when I was an athletic beanpole. My breasts weren’t as firm as the teenage version of me, but they were full and heavy, and my hips …. well, they were something for a man to dig into, to lose himself in …..
I walked back to bed and woke up Dan.
“Dan, I have to talk with you.”
“Oh yeah? What about?”
Suddenly, I surprised myself. My sluggishness from previous weeks had lifted. The way I had held back last night, refusing to take the step that might wreck my marriage, had given me a fresh attitude. I was a different person this morning, a different woman. “Dan, I invited Steve over tomorrow night.”
“Okay, sure …..”
“But Dan, not for dinner. To fuck me. Steve has a big thick cock and I want to feel it inside me. I need to feel my pussy filled and stretched again, and I need you to be there. It won’t be right if you aren’t there to watch it happen.”
There was a huge, massive, marriage-ending silence in the room. Each second felt like a minute. Five seconds, ten.
But the marriage didn’t end …. “Okay Linda, Okay.” He paused. “But Linda?”
“Yes Dan?”
“Did you fuck him already?”
“Well, honey, I almost did, but it wasn’t right. I wanted you to know how much I respect you and that I will not risk losing you for the sake of lust. Like you said: I want to see how much honesty our marriage can hold. I want to know if that can save us.”
Dan grabbed me, held my face close to his, looked me boldly in the eye, and said, “Thanks.” We cuddled for a while; I think I even cried a bit. I felt closer to him than I had in a long time, told him so. For a moment, I felt a reprieve from these desires that had upended my life and our marriage.
“Me, too …” Dan said. “Me too ….”
Before I knew it, a warm loving feeling was sweeping over me and Dan was between my legs eating me out so nicely, licking me, consuming me. I had a sweet orgasm, rising up to his face, pulling him closer. My hips trembled up to meet him.
The next morning, Dan left for work, a bit late but with a reawakened look, leaving me in bed. I couldn’t imagine wanting to have an orgasm ever again. But half an hour later, I put down my book and realized I needed to come again. I dug into myself with my fingers, only this time, it was Steve driving me on. I left for the office feeling relaxed, but worked up at the same time. I wondered how I would feel after tonight.
I won’t lie; it felt strange having dinner at our place, the three of us: Dan, me, and the guy who was going to fuck me. I almost lost my nerve in the middle of that awkwardness. Dan and Steve were feigning politeness, but they were also at odds, competing in some subliminal undertow.
I was the one who grabbed Steve’s hand and led him to the bedroom, buzzed from the wine. But my boldness didn’t come from the alcohol. It came from my swaying hips, the delicious power they held over Dan and Steve. I’m going to get my brains fucked out, and Dan is going to love it just as much as I am. Or almost as much, and he wasn’t going to give me any grief about the difference.
With no further thought of Dan, I was on my knees, latching onto Steve’s cock, which was nearly hard as I wrenched it from his pants. In a way that felt more loving than cruel, I instructed Dan to sit down and take out his little penis. “Dan, I want you to savor every stroke of this, the pleasure I get out of it. Got it honey?”
“Oh yes …” Dan said, “Oh yes.” He was sitting in the lounge chair we had brought in for this occasion. The situation might sound odd as I type it, but in the moment, it felt completely natural.
Steve smiled at Dan. I could see him stifling a laugh, but he decided not to act the jerk; I was glad he didn’t. Soon he was moaning as I took that big head into my mouth, taken by the fullness and his forceful pushing on the back of my head, so hard I almost choked.
“Yeah suck that cock bitch, suck it good.” Steve was going a nasty route, but with my husband looking out for me, it felt safe to have these slutty feelings with a virtual stranger.
“Oh Steve … it’s … it’s a monster …” I said, jerking his shaft with one hand, rubbing myself a little and swaying.
“Fuck it!” He pushed me forcefully back on the bed. “I’m fucking that pussy that’s been teasing me for weeks now.”
“But Steve, I’m not warmed up. I’m not ready,” I protested.
“Oh you’ll be ready,” Steve said. “You’ll be ready.”
He yanked my plaid skirt down quickly, forcing it off my thighs, buttons popping. The panties came next, quickly, forcefully.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, kicking his pants to the floor.
“Put this condom on my cock, bitch, so I can make you my slut!” Steve said. I don’t know what was hotter—Steve talking to me that way in front of my husband, or the fact that he was taking the time in the middle of being such a prick to thoughtfully get out a condom.
I sat up, took the condom off, and rolled it over his fat cock, which was so swollen the condom was tight. His fat head was practically busting the seams. The condom didn’t make it down to the base. God, but these cocks that were too big for condoms made my pussy drool!
He pushed me down and spread my legs, one in each hand, parting them wide.
“But Steve—you’re not going to eat me out first? I don’t know if I’m ready for you! I’m not used to such a fat cock!” I protested.
“Oh you’re ready …” Steve said confidently, sticking his finger inside me. “You’re so wet for my cock. You want to feel it stretching you out. You can get your pussy eaten some other time when you don’t have a big cock around.”
I wanted to look over at Dan and see how he felt about that, but before I could, Steve pushed that bloated mushroom head inside me, and I looked up with a jolt.
“Oh wow, Steve, wow!”
“Yeah, you’re ready,” Steve said. “Just a bit of in and out and you’ll be begging for the whole thing.”
“Mmm …”
Steve was thrusting in and out, deliberately but not too deep. I could feel my pussy lips scraping and gripping on that mushroom head, not sure whe
ther to wrap around it or push it back out. That big head made plopping sounds as my pussy lips reluctantly let it go and then took it in again. I began thrusting, and Steve started moving, keeping his cockhead inside me. I came a little, just from the amazing sensations.
The thrusting intensified, and I definitely came then, my pussy spasming in little bursts. “Oh God, Steve, that was nice,” I said.
“You want me to keep going?” he asked.
“Yes ….”
That’s when he pounded me deeper, fuller … pushing my legs even wider, mashing between me.
I instinctively grabbed the strong muscles in his butt and pulled him into me.
“Yes, Steve! Yes! Fuck me with that big dick of yours!!”
“Oh you love it, don’t you, slut?”
“Damn, Steve, I do!! I do!!”
I couldn’t say much more; my pussy was in control, yelling and screaming in a language of its own, clinging gratefully to that wonderful thick cock as it steamed in and out of me. His cockhead was pushing all over my insides, in a violent quest for my orgasm, with just enough skill to pull it out of me.
Before I knew it, I was spasming on the bed, his cock half inside me and the thrusts winding down. I sighed, and then moaned, “no!” when Steve pulled his cock out of me, making a big wet plopping sound.
“Roll over, slut; I’m not done with you yet!”
Obediently, practically in a trance, I did as he said.
“Now,” he commanded. “Back it up, but move this way, so your husband has a better view.”
Oh yeah, my husband! I had forgotten about him. Steve moved me sideways on the bed. If I looked to the left, I could see Dan sitting on the other side, stroking his crazy hard erection.
Steve penetrated me from behind, standing back from the bed to give Dan a clear view of Steve’s cock pushing inward.
“Jeez, Steve, careful with that thing,” I pleaded. I would never get used to that big head when it first poked in.
“Oh it’s fine! You’re ready for it, all wet for it.”
Slowly, expertly, he started thrusting in and out.
I moved my hips in a circular motion, taking more of him in.
“Ahh …”
“You see, Dan?” Steve said, looking over at my husband. “Women are full of it. They tell me I’m an asshole when I hit on them, but sooner or later, they want this dick, they want to get fucked … doesn’t matter if they’re married or single.”
“Oh it’s true, Dan,” I said, looking over at him. “There’s nothing like this feeling … nothing.”
Dan was stroking, loving this talk. I took it further.
“That’s it, Dan, stroke that little dick! You like it, don’t you? You like to see him please me!”
“Oh yeah …” Dan said, totally into our game.
“This is why we’re here, Dan, because your little cock can’t fill me up … You want to hear how good his cock feels?”
“Yes!” said Dan. Unlike in the past, I didn’t see shame in his eyes, only desire.
“God, it feels so much better than yours. You know how you slip out, and when you don’t …” (I gasped in mid-thrust) “I can’t usually feel it …” (another thrust!) “But I can feel this, Dan!”
Dan was stroking harder now.
“Dan, he’s gonna make me cum if he fucks me harder, do you want to see him make me cum? Cum like you can’t?”
“Oh God, yes!!” called out Dan, almost in a state of ecstasy.
“C’mon Steve!” I called out. “Fuck me. Show my husband how a real man makes me cum!
Steve picked up the pace, grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling me to him savagely. Sweat formed on my back as we picked up the action, two animals who knew nothing of each other except how to do this one thing, this one perfect primal thing. I bucked my ass up to him desperately, clinging and pounding at the base of his cock as he gave it to me. Meanwhile my husband watched in a state of jealous arousal, sparking me to raise my ass higher, knowing it tortured Dan to see my round ass bucking like that, when I had so often expelled his small penis in the same process. But not Steve!
Steve’s dick was so intense. I could feel my pussy lips tugging at him as he pounded me, deeper and deeper. I could feel his cockhead pushing me to my limits, just on the verge of unacceptable pain, but not quite! And then I felt that hot itch, bucking up through my ass, feeling it getting scratched, hot and restless and nasty. This time the cumming was deep inside me, and Steve was just ripping into me to get it, pounding his balls on quick, deep thrusts, yanking my hair back from the roots, hurting as he pulled but I didn’t care, I just needed this cum!
It seemed like the fucking went on and on, each stroke harder than the last, until I felt this massive warmth surging through me. This is what it was like to get fucked so well, so fucking well. This is why a girl like me submits so totally, in desperate search of this one feeling she can’t find herself, this total submission … to this moment and ….
“I’m cumming Steve!! Oh God!!!” I was shaking and bucking and screaming and losing myself. Steve’s fat cock held my pussy tight as I spasmed around it, not letting me lose him or lose the sensations until my enormous vaginal cum had subsided.
As my hips finally slowed their rotation, Steve pulled his cock out with another signature nasty plop. Without losing a beat, still horny as all get out, I pulled the condom off his cock and started jerking him hard, kneeling in front of him and rubbing his balls.
“That’s it, Steve, give it to me, give it to me!” Steve was right there on the edge.
“Steve, empty those balls for me, let’s see it!” Steve started moaning and pulling me closer as ropey strings of cum started lapping at my breasts, pushing out of his manly cock with such force it seemed a shame to waste it. He shot off while Dan and I watched, in awe of this big spurting cock that had such power over my grateful pussy.
“God, Steve, I am soaked in cum!” I told him.
I went into the bathroom to towel it off. Steve went in next and turned on the shower.
Chapter 18: Inadequacy as a Turn On
Dan plopped in bed beside me, his cock also spent from coming. I realized with some chagrin that I wasn’t done coming yet; I was still more Steve’s whore than Dan’s wife. I started masturbating myself, legs spread, brazen and slutty on the bed.
“Did you like it, Dan?” I asked him as I rubbed myself, tweaking my clit between my fingers. “Did you like to see me screaming like that?”
“Oh, yeah!” Dan said.
“Let’s see!”
I switched to rubbing with my left hand so I could stroke Dan with my right. His cock felt so small and soft in my hands. It twitched instantly when I touched it.
“Oh …” was all Dan could say.
“Yes, Dan, your little cock likes this, likes to see my pussy get filled! Doesn’t it Dan?” I didn’t need an answer as his cock sprang to life.
“Oh, yes, it does!” I said to Dan, still mystified by how this truthful talk felt more loving than cruel.
My cunt twitched.
“Dan, I’m going to need some more fucking soon … do you think your tiny cock can do anything for me?”
“Oh hell, yes!” Dan said. I loved his newfound confidence.
Then I had a wicked thought. A couple of Steve’s Trustex XL condoms were lying around (I loved it when Steve told me that even Magnum XLs were too tight for his thickness). I unwrapped one and rolled it over Dan’s cock. I laughed; I couldn’t help myself. Dan’s little cock swimming in plastic was quite a sight. There was a bunch of extra latex at the top of the condom, and width-wise, it was loose as heck, even though Dan’s cock was as rock hard as I’d ever seen it.
“Go for it Dan! Let’s see what you can do!”
Dan seemed determined to prove me wrong. Mounting me, holding the base of the condom, he started pushing it into me.
“Are you in, Dan?” I honestly wasn’t sure. I also knew it would get him riled up.
He was pis
sed. “Yeah it’s in, and I’m gonna fuck you with it!” Dan started pushing in and out, but holding the condom by its base was messing up his rhythm.
“No cheating, Dan!” I said to him as I pushed his hand away.
“Fine!” He called out, pissed and ready to make me pay for it with a solid pounding. I spread my legs for him as he pushed, then grabbed me underneath and started pounding me hard.
“Oh, Dan!” I called out. “I can feel you hitting me!” The base of Dan’s cock was mashing me as he pounded like a madman. I could feel him channeling all the frustrations of his inadequacies into this frenzied, pounding fuck.
“Ha, ha!” I called out to Dan, “The condom slipped right off!” And it was true. The condom had fallen off and was lying near my belly. Dan reached down and swatted it away, kept on pounding me. He was rabid; I loved his fierceness. I couldn’t feel him all that well until he hit my pubic bone with his deepest thrusts, but I could feel that! It was hot to see him pounding me, giving me back all the trash talk I had given him.
I wasn’t going to cum like this, not without rubbing my clit, but he was fucking way too fast for that, and it felt great. I admired his unapologetic attitude.
But I wasn’t done with him yet. “Fuck me, Dan. Is that all you’ve got? Fuck me!” I challenged him, frustrated that he wasn’t big enough to rock my world like Steve.
“Pound me with that little dick! If you can make me come, I’ll send Steve home! Pound me!” He was not going to hold up under this kind of teasing, but he pounded me crazily. “Dan, that little dick is gonna squirt! Squirt inside of me, Dan! Let my pussy suck that little pee pee dry!”
Maybe it was that final “pee pee” comment, but Dan couldn’t help himself—he squirted and shook. A guy that could usually fuck forty-five minutes straight couldn’t handle ten minutes when I mocked him like that. But I loved the control.
“Oh Dan, that was great!” I said to him, smiling. Dan looked down at me, torn between pride and shame. I wasn’t ready to comfort him, so I kept up the cruel kindness. He needed to be put in his place, and I was going to do it.
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