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Big Cocks And Me
Big Cocks And Me
My story starts 12 years ago when we were first married. He hadn't really been around much when we met but I'd had quite a number of boyfriends. He's a lovely guy and I fell for him soon after we met.
From the first time we slept together I knew how difficult it would be for me to remain faithful to him. His cock is just a little under 8 inches long and thick even when he's hard. But he was different to the other blokes I'd been with and I liked the thrill of being more experienced. I used to stay at his flat and play with it for ages whilst we lay in bed. he was always asking me about other men and what I'd done, where we'd fucked, and always how big they were.
He knew he was smaller than most men and had cruelly been medium dick by a number of his friends after a local slut had gone to bed with him and boasted to her friends about his willy. Once he left home, he took a job and flat out of his home town to get away from the jibes and soon settled in to his new life.
We knew there was something different about our relationship and after four years of marriage, me being 23 by then, started to talk about things. We'd been on holiday to Spain and one night when were both a little drunk he asked me if I ever thought about other men. I couldn't lie to him and confessed I sometimes thought about a thick cock in my tummy over 11 inches.
He had seen me looking at a crowd of lads who had been playing around in the hotel pool, I had seen the nice pouches they displayed. We were both turned on by this talk and he admitted he would love to see me being fucked by a real man with a fat cock whilst he was forced to watch. All the time he was pushing his fingers in me, stretching me a little more. Nothing happened on holiday but our talk had opened a new door for us both.
To make ends meet whilst struggling with high mortgage payments I took a Saturday job in a fruit and veg shop and he worked all the overtime he could. Tom and Fiona owned the shop and on saturdays they both worked, the other lady who worked mid week had stopped saturdays which allowed me to get the job. The work was hard but we had a good laugh and all got on well. Tom was in his late fortiies, reasonably fit because of all the cases of veg he shifted about over the last 30 odd years and not bad looking.
He was a little rude sometimes but Fi just encouraged him even more. We always had a drink at the end of the day in their flat above the shop and I'd ring Mark to come and pick me up. One of Tom's favourite topics was the fact he was a real man and a girl like me wouldn't have stood a chance with him. I thought Fi's reaction was unusual as she seemed to delight in my embarassment.
One night after our drink, me being a little tipsy, I confessed to Fi after some pushing about my husband. It felt OK because Tom was out straight from work with his pals. She was fascinated and asked me more. I told her that I sometimes thought of an old boyfriend when we made love. She loved it and so did I. She giggled and told me such a medium dicky could be easily popped in your mouth and rolled around your tongue. I asked about Tom, and realised he was the exact opposite, big and thick and really physical. My legs were quivering.
I couldn't stop myself telling her about Spain and what my husband had said. Then she told me that she wouldn't mind sharing her fortune as she had over the years with some of her friends, none of whom were dissapointed, and at the end of the day if Mark got turned on by it, and it was only sex then, then so what.
my husband arrived to pick me up and I couldn't wait to get home. She winked at me as we left and said to call her if we both agreed and we'd all have a drink and some fun next Saturday. I told my husband what had happened that night in bed, his cock was up in a flash, all dripping. He made me talk some more whilst he got all his fingers in me.
We agreed we'd like to try it so I called Fi in the week. I was in a panic and dream until Saturday. At work Tom took every chance to touch my bum when he could. I'd took a change of clothes with me and he couldn't help himself looking in my bag. Holding my little red panties up to Fi he told her they wouldn't be on long.
Fi took me upstairs after work and showed me the shower and bedroom. I was getting dry when she walked in herself naked. My husband had trimmed my pubes well back and used Immac around my lips and bum. Fi was completely smooth. My boobs are small 34's but hers were full and at least a 36c. We drank some wine and giggled a lot, she told me she couldn't wait to see my husbands dicky as she called it, what a shock he was going to have with Tom.
It was summer and I put my little wrap round skirt on and blouse. I'd just put on my white flat shoes when the door bell went at the back of the shop. Fi looked at me and said she had some better shoes for me that would show off my legs. And some shoes Tom would find sexier too. We were both the same size but I struggled as I never wore stilletos normally.
I heard Tom talking to my husband in the lounge and he was soon laughing with him. The difficult thing that first time was walking into the room where they both were. We all knew things would be different between us by Sunday, none more than my husband and me. As I walked in my husbands smile put me at ease and I shrugged my shoulders as he walked over to me. He told me I looked lovely, which Tom agreed with too. Fi came in with some more wine and told my husband to sit next to her, Tom patted the couch for me to sit next to him. We drank some more and got on fine.
After an hour or so Fi asked if we would mind watching a video to put us all in the mood. Her short skirt rode up at the back as she sorted out the TV. I thought her legs looked sexy and wondered if my husband thought the same. Her legs were brown and the stocking tops were all lacy.
Tom's strong arm was over the back of the sofa and as the film started I felt myself leaning towards him. The story was about a lady who couldn't come with her husband, as he was small and came to quickly so they had gone to a clinic for help. Although a bit weak in the acting it was a sexy plot, and obviously had been chosen for us. My legs opened and closed as the action heated up. I didn't stop Tom from slipping his hand in my blouse to touch my now rock hard nipples. Fi was busy with my husband undoing his jeans and getting her hand onto his cock. She told us both he was enjoying the film judging from his dribbling willy. It was sexy that she called it a willy, at first I didn't dare look over to them just in case he changed his mind.
Tom pulled open my skirt and stroked me through my panties. I knew how wet I was and hoped he didn't say anything to Fi about my state. He told Mark instead in a loud voice who looked over as he pulled my pants to one side. His dirty talk made me even wetter. Fi then announced she was taking My husband upsatairs for a special treat.
Once alone Tom pushed me onto the floor and stood in front of me. I knew what he wanted. Kneeling in front I undid his zip. He had no underwear on and his cock flopped out into my face. he pushed his jeans down and pulled back his skin. He knew what I was thinking and asked me what I thought about this real man's cock. He was half hard but already thick, he put his big hand around the back of my head and pulled the skin back and forward. He smelled of shower gel all fresh and I opened my mouth to take his head, my god he was so big. His balls were shaved and the thing looked so angry with thick veins.
After a couple of minutes he leaned forward and scooped me up. He took me through the lounge and into the bedroom. Fi had sat my husband in a chair and was kneeling in front of him playing his willy around her mouth. It's lovely she said looking over her shoulder, his little balls were all tight as she rolled them gently. She had got here tits out but I couldn't understand why he wasn't feeling them.Then I realised his hands were tied back behind the chair! Just as I'd described his fantasy to her when we had been tipsy.
I knew he could see Tom's cock bobbing around and hoped he wouldn't be too upset. Tom put me on the bed on my back and slipped his hands up my skirt to pull my little pants down. Fi came over and lay next to me, stroking my hair. When she asked me if I thought Tom's cock was nice I almost cooed. Next my blouse was pulled off, then my bra and lastly my skirt. I went to undo my new stilletos but Tom stopped me.
He asked my husband if he was watching, who just nodded. Pushing my legs apart he told them both how soaked I was. His thick fingers pushed hard into me opening my little pussy wide. I nearly died of embarassment, I knew they were all looking, me with my legs wide open showing off my privates, but soon the pushing at my lips made me think of his big cock.
I didn't have to wait till long though. It felt really big and he wasn't being at all gentle with me. Fi by then was telling him to get on with it and after a couple of hard jabs I felt it going all the way. my husband used his fingers on me lots but the strecthing I felt was nothing to this. With my legs up over his big shoulders he pushed it all the way. I swear I saw my belly moving. Each stroke stretched and pulled my insides. It felt like an arm in me. I just closed my eyes and lay there being taken.
Fi moved back to my husband but I didn't care and couldn't see anyway. I just looked up at Tom, his heaving chest and muscly arms propping his body over me. At first he'd hurt me but now after a couple of minutes my first come was seconds away. I was coming in waves which seemed to start somewhere really deep but then centred around my pussy at the top where his big head was pushing. I'd tried not to make too much noise but realised now I could hear myself telling him to give me his spunk! What a tart I'd become!
So he did very hard. I thought he was coming in my tummy. We lay for a while, his weight on top of me. Fi spoke first telling us that my husband had loved it so much he'd come on her boobs. I looked over Tom's shoulder to see her wiping it up with a tissue.
That night in bed at our place I was so nervous I'd spoilt something. We'd hardly spoken at all, I was trying to think of soemthing to say when my husband asked me if I still loved him. Of course I did and we started to chat and cuddle. He wasn't a wierdo and I wasn't a slut.
That was over ten years ago and we are still together. I've had lots of lovers with him, some have been good and understand the situation and some haven't. But so what. Our last fling proved one thing. Two into one will go. We'd love to share secrets with someone who understands our lifestyle. It's not so simple but can be so sexy.