by Danielle Lux
This was my call, I realised. My decision.
“Put your seat back,” I said.
“What?”
“Put your seat back.”
Simon pulled the lever under his seat, and slid the driver's seat back as far as it would go. Unlike David he didn't have a fancy car with electronic seat controls.
His long legs stretched out before him. He looked at me with confusion, his still-hard dick sticking out comically from his unbuttoned jeans.
I slipped off my shoes then—with difficulty—took off my tight jeans. I thanked god that I'd decided to shave my legs. I looked over at Simon, to see how he’d react to my chunky legs and the stretch marks on my thighs, but the only thing I could see in his eyes was lust.
He reached a hand over and started to stroke the front of my white panties.
“No more foreplay,” I said, pushing his hand away. I wriggled out of my panties, then climbed over to the driver’s side and straddled Simon. My vagina lips lay on his balls.
I laughed.
“What's so funny?” he asked.
“From this angle it looks like I've got a cock!”
Simon grinned.
“You sure you want to do this?”
“I'm sure.”
“In that case,” he said, reaching for his wallet, “let me get a condom.”
“No,” I said, putting a hand on his arm to stop him. “I'm on the pill. I want you to empty those magnificent balls inside me.”
I grabbed his shaft and, lifting myself up slightly, positioned the fat head of his meat at the entrance to my tunnel.
I pushed my hips forward and my wet pussy lips parted for his girth.
“Oh shit!” I groaned, as his glans disappeared inside me. Simon seemed to be enjoying it too - leaning back in his seat, his eyes closed with pleasure, his grin bigger than ever.
I wriggled my hips and slid a couple more inches of him inside of me. His beast of a cock was stretching my pussy to its limits. The walls of my vagina felt like they were going to split.
“So massive,” I groaned, unable to form a full sentence.
With my pussy already stretched, the going was smoother now, and the rest of his meat eased into me easily enough. Finally his pelvis touched against mine, and his whole monster was inside my body.
I started to bounce, lifting myself up and down on Simon’s mammoth pole as his huge hands rested on my ass cheeks. It felt amazing, being stretched so much, every part of my vagina being massaged by his big dick.
I rode Simon like a girl possessed, slamming his dick in and out of my gaping hole over and over again. His dick was reaching places that no man ever had before, and I'd never felt so full.
“Oh god,” I groaned, “I'm cumming!”
He grabbed my hips and bounced me like a basketball on his cock. I screamed with joy, wrapping my arms around him as I held on for dear life.
My pussy clenched around his meat as I reached my shuddering, teeth-clenching climax—the orgasm sending bolts of pleasure through my body.
The extra squeeze was all Simon needed, and he came too, releasing spurt after spurt of thick, warm man milk into my hungry cunt.
Our genitals soaked in each others’ juices, we lay in each other’s arms, catching our breath. I could feel Simon’s cum dripping down my vaginal walls, and felt him begin to soften.
After a minute or so, his penis was back to its tiny, flaccid state, and it slipped out of my gaping hole.
I took it in my hand and studied it. The head had retreated underneath the foreskin, and I could easily get my hand round the thin, soft shaft, with room to spare.
“How can something so small grow so big?” I asked. Simon, as ever, just smiled.
We said our goodbyes, and then it was time for me to go. I didn't take Simon’s number, or anything like that. I'd had an amazing night - probably one of the best of my life—but I still loved my husband. I hadn't given up on David just yet.
As I walked past my kids’ bedrooms I felt a pang of guilt as a warm drop of Simon’s semen trickled out of my pussy and into my panties. Even after a shower I could still feel him inside of me. His girth had left my vagina gaping, like a hungry mouth.
As I lay in bed next to David, I could feel Simon’s phantom cock inside of me. My pussy felt sore, but also empty. It was like I'd lost a limb.
It wasn't just my pussy that missed Simon either. As I listened to David snore I remembered all the nice things Simon had said to me, how he’d made me feel sexy again. Like a woman.
I reached for my phone and opened up the work group chat.
Does anyone have Simon's number?
END
One Last Ride for the Bride
My phone buzzed on the bedside table. I grabbed it, my heart racing, but was disappointed to see it was just my fiancé Colin.
Can't sleep too excited for tomorrow. I love you sugar pie :) xxx
I messaged back:
Can't wait either, love you too x
I checked the time before locking the screen. 01.35am
He's not going to call, I told myself. And it was probably for the best. I was getting married tomorrow — the cheating had to stop. I was marrying Colin, the nicest, most generous man in the world — a man who would do anything for me.
But still, I couldn't stop thinking about Richard. The last time we’d met, I'd told him that after my wedding I couldn't see him anymore. He'd agreed, in that nonchalant way of his.
“Good,” I'd replied, “I'm glad you understand”. But, and I hated to admit this, even to myself, I'd been disappointed he accepted it so easily. Richard and I agreed we’d meet up once more, on the night before my wedding, then that would be the end of it.
But that was three weeks ago, and he hadn't been in touch since. I’d sent him a few messages since then, but he'd never replied. This in itself wasn't unusual. Richard had a hectic lifestyle. He was always flying around the world for work and — although it annoyed me to think about it — had plenty of other women he could call.
Even though Colin and Richard were the same age and worked for the same firm, Richard was already a Partner and tipped to take over as CEO when the current one retired, whereas Colin had been an assistant for four years, always failing to get promoted.
But Colin was happy enough. He was comfortable with his life. He had comfortable friends (the same ones he'd had since childhood), a comfortable job, a comfortable car and, about twice a week, we’d have comfortable sex — apart from every so often when he couldn't get it up.
Richard was the opposite: he was never comfortable. He strived to be the best at everything in life and he wanted everything too, whether it was the fastest car, the best job or another man’s woman.
Colin wasn't jealous of Richard. Amazingly, he pitied him.
“Richard needs to stop gallivanting around”, Colin informed me one Sunday morning at breakfast as he read his newspaper, “He needs to find a nice girl and settle down.”
I'd nodded in agreement, but by then I'd been fucking Richard behind Colin’s back for six months. I didn't want Richard to find a nice girl and settle down. I wanted him to keep on having sex with me forever.
Whenever Colin went to the pub with his friends, went to visit his parents or had to work overtime, Richard would come round. Sometimes he'd give Colin more work so he'd have to work late, then come round and fuck me senseless on our bed.
Richard wasn't Colin’s boss, but he was higher up than him — and poor Colin was too nice to ever say no to anyone.
Sometimes I went to Richard’s apartment, but most of the time he liked to come to mine and Colin’s. He liked the thought of fucking another man’s woman on their bed. Sometimes he’d come in my mouth, smiling with the knowledge that Colin would kiss me on the lips the moment he got home.
Richard used to joke that I better not sleep with Colin on the nights I'd been with him, as Colin would notice that my pussy had been stretched. Richard was ridiculously well hung, and, like all m
en with big dicks, he was cocky about it.
One night, after I’d spent our entire fuck session screaming about how big he was, Richard had asked me about Colin’s size. I'd told him the truth: Colin wasn't tiny, but he was a bit under average. Plus he didn't have much girth to speak of.
From then on, Richard had took to calling Colin Pencil Dick whenever he came up in conversation. “I've given Pencil Dick overtime so he won't be back for hours”, “I want to fuck you on Pencil Dick’s new sofa”. He could be a real cruel bastard when he wanted to be.
I took another look at my phone: still nothing from Richard. It's for the best I told myself. I brought a finger down to the entrance to my slit, rubbing it furiously, imaginIng it was Richard’s tongue.
I felt a spasm ripple down my spine as I brought myself closer to orgasm. I closed my eyes and imagined: I could almost feel the skin of Richard’s back under my nails, the taste of his thick seed in my mouth…
I felt my body tense up. The orgasm was approaching like a freight train: big, powerful, unstoppable. I could feel my juices running down my thighs. I rubbed my finger faster, faster…
The phone buzzed.
I was so close to cumming, but I couldn't help glancing at the screen. As soon as I looked my heart stopped.
I whipping my dripping fingers from between my legs and grabbed the phone.
It was Richard. All it said was:
Come over.
And then I came. A thin, weak groan escaped my lips as my body contorted from pleasure. I lost the grip on my phone as my limbs twisted — the orgasm flowing through my nerves like treacle.
Oh god, I thought, even a fucking text message from him makes me cum.
I lay on the bed, panting, unable to move, my thighs sticky with juices. Across the room my wedding dress hung from the top of a cupboard, pristine and ready for tomorrow. The happiest day of my life.
One last time, I told myself. Just one last time.
I was staying at my parents’ house. The three spare rooms were stuffed with relatives who lived too far to travel to the wedding on the day, but thankfully — as the bride — I'd been given a room of my own: my old room.
I'd lived in this room most of my life, before moving in with Colin. My mind wandered back to all the action this room had seen. Sneaking boys in at the dead of night, trying my best to keep quiet so my parents wouldn't hear...
I thought back on all the lovers I'd had. None compared to Richard, to be sure, but I'd had some amazing experiences.
How did I end up with Colin? I thought for the millionth time. He was the kindest, sweetest man, but sometimes I did wonder whether marrying him was a big mistake.
Thankfully years of sneaking out and sneaking people in had taught me to navigate every creaky floorboard and stair, and I was soon fiddling with the latch and out the front door.
My parents had a gravel driveway, which surely would have given the game away and woken someone up if I was parked on it, but thankfully it had been packed with my relatives’ cars by the time I arrived, so I was parked across the road.
On the drive over I could barely steer straight. A wave of emotions was washing over me: guilt, anxiety, excitement. But mostly it was lust. It had been so long since I'd seen Richard. I couldn’t wait to kiss him, to touch him, to have him inside of me…
Somehow I made it to Richard’s building. Richard had a top floor apartment in one of the fanciest buildings in town. I pulled into the underground car park and found a space next to Richard’s Mercedes. My Ford Focus looked comically out of place among the top of the range sports cars and hatchbacks.
Using Richard’s access code I took the lift up to the top floor. My feet felt like jelly as I walked down the carpeted corridor to his door.
I put a finger on the doorbell, but hesitated. I shouldn't be doing this, I thought to myself. This is wrong.
I thought of Colin, probably asleep by now with his wedding suit hung up ready for tomorrow. Or maybe he was enjoying a sneaky late-night drink with his friends, looking forward to the day ahead. The happiest day of our lives.
Paralyzed by guilt, I stood there with my finger resting on the bell — unable to press it, but unable to walk away either.
This is the last time, I told myself. Just one last time to get Richard out of your system.
I pressed the button.
Richard opened the door, a smug grin on his face as he ran his fingers through his thick black hair. He was wearing a plush maroon dressing gown, just open enough at the top that I could glimpse his perfectly defined chest. Richard kept good care of himself, and had an amazing body to show for it.
“Alice, come in,” he said, moving to the side to let me enter. Richard was well over six foot, and towered over me.
As always, his apartment was immaculate. I slipped off my shoes and felt the lush white carpet between my toes. Richard’s taste was exquisite — his furniture was mostly antique, with ornaments from his travels round the world decorating every surface.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked, smiling, his emerald green eyes twinkling with mischief. It was the smile of a man whose confidence knew no bounds. A man who knew he was about to sleep with a bride-to-be on the eve of her wedding.
It would serve him right if I just walked out of the door right now, I thought. But I knew I never would. Normally I hated arrogance in men, but with Richard it was different. He knew he was better than other men — better at business, better with women, better in bed — so he had no need for false bravado.
“No — no thank you,” I mumbled, avoiding his gaze. Doubt was creeping in. I couldn't stop thinking about Colin… poor Colin. He was such a nice guy, he didn't deserve this...
“I'm sorry,” I said, stumbling back towards the door, “I shouldn't have come”.
I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I turned, an apology on my lips — ready to tell Richard this had all been a mistake, that I was getting married in the morning and shouldn't be doing this — but as soon as I saw his beautiful eyes all thoughts of guilt and Colin fled. There was only Richard.
I grabbed Richard’s dressing gown and pulled him towards me. Rising up on my tip toes I pulled his mouth down to mine. Our tongues found each other — we kissed like teenagers, all frantic tongues and wet slapping. This wasn't tender or romantic — it frantic, it was primal.
Suddenly I was lifted into the air, Richard holding me up by my thighs as I wrapped my legs round him, the frantic kissing never pausing for a moment.
Colin had tried to lift me up like this, but he could barely hold me for a few seconds before putting me down and complaining it hurt his back. For Richard it was effortless.
Richard shifted his hands from my thighs to my bum, holding me up with one huge hand on each cheek. He pulled his tongue away from mine — our mouths parting with a delicious slurp — and moved his mouth down to my neck, planting soft kisses that sent tingles through my body.
“Oh Richard!” I gasped.
I was wet now. I could feel the warmth between my legs. The bastard had barely even touched me and I was already wet.
Richard carried me across the hallway then used one hand — the other still effortlessly holding me up — to open the door to the dining room. Huge ground-to-floor windows overlooked the city below.
Richard carried me over to the dining table and unceremoniously plonked me down. Then, his hands now free, he set upon the buttons of my blouse like a hound on a fox, his meaty fingers fiddling frantically, desperate to get at the treasures underneath.
But patience had never been Richard’s strong suit. Unable to wait any longer, he grabbed the two sides of the shirt and ripped them apart — sending buttons scattering across the floor.
He looked down hungrily at my heavy breasts. They’d grown in size recently, so we're straining against the white cotton of my bra.
Richard was a breast man. That was thing that had attracted him to me in the first place. Two years earlier Colin had dragged me to a work Christ
mas party and I'd worn a low cut top. I hadn't really meant to, we’d just been in a rush getting ready and I'd put on the first outfit I could find that was clean.
At the party I got a lot of open-mouthed stares from men and annoyed looks from their wives — the same kind of looks I'd been getting my whole life since high school. I was used to it, but Colin never liked men looking at me. Naturally insecure, he was always worried that he wasn't worthy of me, that I'd be lured away by another man.
“I love you,” I always told him, “You're the only man I want to be with, for the rest of my life”. And that had been true… until I met Richard.
I first saw Richard across the room at one of Colin’s fancy work dos. Standing about a foot taller than most of the men there, with muscles straining at the seams of his Savile Row suit, Richard commanded attention. I wasn't the only one looking either: practically every woman there was fighting the instinct to just stand there drooling over him.
Richard was at the party with a stunning asian girl who couldn't have been much older than twenty. If she wasn't a model, she could have been. But once he caught sight of my chest, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. When other men looked at me like that it felt sleazy, but with Richard it felt like a compliment.
Within an hour of being introduced to me by Colin, Richard was fucking me on a stairwell as the party carried on a few floors below. I’d never cheated on Colin before, so had endured three years of mediocre, infrequent sex. Having sex with Richard became a drug, and I’d been addicted ever since.
Richard reached a hand behind my back and unclasped my bra. The cups fell forward to reveal my heavy breasts. He lunged forward, taking one nipple in his mouth and another in his fingers.