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This story is a bit long, but I plan to post it in separate posts, so as to break it up a bit. Otherwise, it might be too long to read straight through.
To begin with, a little backstory so you’ll understand where I’m coming from.
Jeri and I have been together 17 years. Married for 15 of them. I’ve known her since school days, but back then, she was in the 8th grade when I was a Senior and that just wasn’t socially acceptable and her father was dead-set against it. I went my way, married a horrible creature from Hell and she married it’s fraternal twin and after years of torture, we both met up again when we tried our hands as divorcee’s in college. I realized I never was truly over her.
She isn’t what other people might consider ‘gorgeous’ but she always had a voluptuous body. Huge breasts, round hips and legs that made my mouth water. Her face was cute, but not what you might call pretty. To me, she was gorgeous though. We wed, had some kids and she was the perfect missus. Conservative, shy, bashful, but way too conservative in the bedroom. She rarely would allow me to touch her breasts. She always felt that people identified her by them and they were always either too tender or too sensitive or too sore. Sex was missionary or eventually (finally) doggy style. I could count the number of times she let me go down on her on one hand and even then, she nearly dislocated my jaw trying to get away. She claimed she was too self-conscious, but I felt she was trying to deny me what I always wanted.
I tried to spice things up by introducing her to the idea of a 3-way. That went over like a lead balloon. Even a MFM 3-way didn’t go well with her. Then I found her weakness. Alcohol. After a night of too much drinking and getting a little crazy in the bedroom, she finally admitted to me that the idea of a MFM enticed her and she actually thought about it that night while we were doing it and it made her cum harder. ‘Really?’ I asked, and she said yes. I got more aroused and we ended up having sex again, all the while talking about what we could do while having the MFM.
The next day she didn’t mention it at all. I waited all day, but nothing. That night, with no alcohol to help grease the skids, I feared that she may have forgotten or would be so embarrassed by it that she would be offended. But when I spooned up next to her and kissed her neck, I whispered “When would you like me to set up the 3-way?” and she practically raped me. She admitted that she was wet all day thinking about it and didn’t know if I had been serious or not. We used the idea of the MFM for about a month to fuel our sexual fire and finally decided to try it. We decided to ask a younger friend of ours (against my better judgment) to join us. She trusted him and felt he would keep his mouth shut and protect her ‘reputation’. I wanted to find a stranger that we’d never have to face again. As it turned out, he was too young, too immature and kept dropping hints afterwards that he would steal her away or do things with her while I was at work, thinking he was being funny, but in reality, it was all just in bad taste. The whole thing turned out to be a giant bomb.
Time goes on, and our sex life dwindles back to a dull shadow of what it once was.
We move closer to home and make a few new friends and her social drinking starts to become drinking to excess. And as her drinking increases, her bashfulness decreases. She starts flashing her huge double LL cup breasts at our male friends and laughing at the shock and amazement (and yes, excitement) that results. She even starts making rude comments offhandedly towards me and when I try mentioning to her that her statements are hurtful, she becomes a total bitch. She has no memory of any of it when she wakes up and that’s when I know that her drinking has become a problem. We talk and she agrees, no more drinking unless I’m there.
But, again, once she starts drinking, I can’t stop her. She becomes hateful, says some of the most hateful things I’ve ever heard and becomes even more brazen.
The final straw, as they say, came when we drove two hours to Oklahoma City to meet up with some old friends and spend the day shopping. It ended up being late and we decide to rent a hotel suite for the night. We all lounged around in the hot tub, drinking and when I went to get more ice, I come back and the women are topless and my buddy is shaking his cock at them and they’re all laughing. I couldn’t have been gone more than three minutes and it ended up being a rated X hot tub party. He explained that just popped off that he’d love to see her ginormous titties and his wife laughed and said, ‘me too!’ Jeri said, if you want to see mine, you have to show yours first so off came her top and down came his shorts, so she complied. Then he decided to get excited and start shaking his pecker at them.
I went back to the room and they followed. My buddies wife made it clear that ‘we aren’t swingers’ and that I wasn’t to get any ideas, and she went to bed..bare assed naked and on top of the covers. Jeri wanted a shower to get the hot tub water off of her and disappeared. I went to check on our part of the suite and after a bit, she showed back up with my buddy in tow. Both were naked and wet. Apparently he ‘helped’ her take a shower, but ‘nothing happened’.
I was pissed and was trying to explain to her that although I didn’t mind her flashing her tits to frustrate other guys, I didn’t like the idea of her taking showers with them and I definitely didn’t like the idea of sharing her. About then, my buddy walks back in and see’s Jeri laying on the bed naked. He’s still nude and actually asks me, “Mind if I get a little? My wife’s asleep and won’t let me have any.” Before I could tell him to fuck off, Jeri says, “I could lay against the edge of the bed and he could get me from behind.”
I was so pissed I couldn’t see straight. I hadn’t kept track of how much she drank, but for her to act like this?
He was going on about how he would spank her ass and fuck her hard and pull her hair and bite her nipples and I could see her reflection. She was getting off on the idea. She always preached to me about how she liked to be made love to softly and gently and slowly and carefully and here he is talking about how he was going to be brutal. I told him that she liked to be treated gently and she told me to shut the fuck up. Then she announced she needed to pee and wanted me to help. While I took her to bathroom we talked a bit and she informed me that OTHER men fuck her hard and spank her ass, but her husband has to be gentle and caring. I informed her that other men shouldn’t be touching her.
It was then she started crying and told me she was sorry, that it was the alcohol and she didn’t know what she was doing.
We shoved my ‘buddy’ out of the room and the rest of the weekend was stressful.
Fastforward three weeks.
Jeri calls me and asks, ‘How much do you trust me?’ Immeasurably, I tell her. Her High School reunion is the next weekend and she’d like to go. No problem. ‘But there might be alcohol.’
As long as she promises not to overindulge and if she does, call me. Agreed.
She goes, she calls me periodically, everything seems fine. It gets extended and there’s a party at a friends house afterward. No problem. It goes into the wee hours. She calls and tells me that someone spilled a drink on her and she is going to take a shower so if she is pulled over she won’t smell like a brewery. Ummm…what about your clothes? Alarm bells go off in my head.
She drags in about 4AM. Tells me about all the fun they had and what all happened and blah blah blah. Then she jumps my bones. As soon as I enter her, I know. She’s fucked somebody. She not only SMELLS like another man, her pussy is stretched out and its RAW inside. I went limp almost immediately. She never even realized. She was so smashed she never realized what was going on behind her. She goes to pee and I’m laying there feeling like…ick. I can smell HIM on me and its just gross.
I ask her, who did you fuck and she plays stupid. ‘Are you trying to test me?’ I lay it out for her and she starts crying. Begs me not to leave her, she’s so sorry, it just happened, the typical lines. I find out it was this asshole from school that is supposed to have a dick like a horse and I’m MORTIFIED. One of his ex-girlfriends told us years ago that he was a total asshole and she hated him, but she missed his cock. She said it was like a small Red Bull can with a head on it. Said she measured him once and he was a solid 9 ½” long and over 7 ½” around.

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Jeri finally admitted to me that for years she never could get that image out of her head and she just always wondered what it would be like. She had only been with 3 guys her entirely life and all of us were ‘average’ at best. She never intended to sleep with him, never planned for it to happen, barely remembered it happening and that if she could do it all over again, she would never have even gone to the reunion.
She claimed that they never finished, that they barely got started and she made him stop because he was ‘too fucking huge’, and his size snapped her out of it and made her realize what was going on and that they couldn’t have been at it for very long, etc.
So…how is she was fucked raw? I mean, that’s pretty big, but its not THAT big. And, we have had marathon sex sessions in the past that went on for HOURS and she was never made raw. Even when she said she was sore for days afterwards, she was never fucked ‘raw’.
The facts didn’t add up to her story.
The whole thing almost ruined us.
And it ate at me for a long time.
Eventually I became obsessed with size or the lack of it. How to make mine bigger, what was average, what was above average, did size matter, etc. I remembered from bootcamp that race had little to do with size. Body size had little to do with size. I was actually a bit bigger than average, but there were a few guys in our company that were pretty good size. And there were a few poor bastards that you’d have to look twice to make sure they even HAD a penis.
Eventually I hatched a plan. A very devious plan.
Again, fast forward two years. By this time, our sex life was as dry as the Sahara desert. Once every six months is no exaggeration. And it was sucking big time. She had sworn off alcohol and if I tried anything, she wasn’t in the mood, she was sick, had a headache, SOMETHING.
I began searching swinging sites. No luck. I searched out some forums. No luck. I hit up Craig’s List and found out that it’s full of a bunch of lying pricks. And apparently people don’t know how to use a damned tape measure. Their idea of a nine inch dick is more like five inches and a whole lot of imagination. Besides, I wasn’t really looking for length, I was looking for GIRTH. That does the most stretching. What good is smacking the bottom if you can’t stretch the barn doors, right? Who wants a foot long pencil? Nobody. All the women I read who posted said they’d rather have seven really thick inches than ten skinny inches any day. So my search was on.
Eventually I ran onto an ad for a BBC. I didn’t care if the guy was black. Actually, the contrast in skin color kind of turned me on. My wife, being an auburn redhead has pale skin and the contrast? Yeah, I liked that. Anyway, this guy Marcus advertised eleven inches as thick as a beer can. So I contacted him. Would he be willing to show proof? Was he measuring from the top or from his sack? Etc. Some guys who advertised their size..I swear, I think they were measuring from their ass cheeks, or using the centimeter side of the tape, but Marcus was really cool. For my plan to work, we had to be near the same age and he was only a year older than me. I was really hoping.
Man, he did NOT disappoint me. He emailed me back with pictures. Not only was this guy HUGE, he was good looking. I mean, he was PURDY. Short trimmed beard, nice smile, super nice body, the works. I was actually thinking that maybe somebody pulled pictures off the internet and was trying to pull a fake out. He sent me a picture of him in clothes holding the local paper so I’d know he was real. I actually felt better about that. I did feel bad for him though. He took a lot on faith because I had NO nudes to send him. The best I could do was scan a couple of pictures I had of her and email them to him but he liked what he saw.
We talked on the phone and I explained what was going on. It was about a two hour conversation and I laid out my ideas. He listened a lot and he told me where he thought my plan would go wrong, where it was too unbelievable and what he would suggest to make it more workable.
He was a really nice guy. And even though he knew there was a big chance that it would go nowhere, he agreed to go along with it. And since he lived really close to OKC at the time, it wasn’t like he’d have to travel a great distance for this to go down. We exchanged the needed info and laid out the plan.
About three weeks later, Jeri and I went to the city to ‘do some shopping’. It was a nice warm day and she was deciding what to wear. I was pretty nervous, but decided to help. This was actually a tactical decision that would play a large part in my plan. I talked her into wearing her white shorts with the elastic waist and her blue tank top with a light overshirt. Since she has such a huge chest, she actually has these custom made bras that are a total bitch to get in and out of. Any type of ‘flashing’ would be impossible, but she always wears them. The tank top was a must. Lucky for me, she liked what I picked out. My reasoning was, it would be comfortable for a day of walking the malls and shopping.
After a day of shopping and me having an almost constant erection and having to go to the bathroom at JC Penney to rub one out a time or two, we finally decided to call it a day and go eat. Here is where the trap was to be sprung. She always lets me pick and this time, I was picking Red Lobster off I-240. I sent a quick text to Marcus when she was checking out and helped her pack her stuff in the car. He was supposed to already be there ready for the setup.
When we got there, it was pretty busy and we were sitting in the lobby waiting. Marcus walked past from the bathroom headed back to the bar and stopped and stared at me for a moment. Then excitedly walks over, “Tom?” I look up and, man, who do I see? My old Navy buddy, Marcus!
Setup!
We chat it up a bit, I introduce him to my missus. He explains that he’s in town on business and got stood up by a date, invites us to eat with him and viola! The trap is sprung. So, we spend the next hour or so eating lightly and pouring Long Island Iced Teas down her throat. After her third one, we add a little bait to the trap. We bring up ‘our past’ and Marcus’ antics in the Navy and his many female conquests…all because of the ‘Alabama Black Snake’ in his pants. And yes, it catches her attention.
“You any idea what this SOB used to make me do when I would stand Shore Patrol?” I ask Jeri. Marcus laughs and plays it off. “He used to make me come into the EM Club and stand where the security cameras couldn’t see him, then he’d stand up, roll out his pecker and knock over all the drinks and salt and pepper shakers on the table just to watch the reaction of the ladies at the table!” She nearly shot tea out her nose. Marcus laughs harder.
“That was the only way I’d know which one to take back to the barracks!” he chuckles.
“Half of them would scream and run out!” I said!
“But the ones who didn’t…” he said slyly.
Her eyes were as big as saucers. Finally, she asks, “So how big is this thing?”
“As big as my forearm.” I stated plainly.
“Oh, now, come on.” Marcus replied a little defensively. “You’re arms aren’t that thick!” and he laughed.
“Yeah, yeah, yuck it up.” Then I turned to Jeri again, “This guy would whip it out on a dare. Any where, any time.”
“Well, those days are over. I’m a changed man.” He came back at me. “Now I make the ladies show me first!” and he laughed again.
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Then we changed the subject and ordered more drinks, but we’d come back to his size again a time or two just to watch her reaction and she was definitely interested.
As the night began to wind down, he glanced at this watch. “Well, Mr. Clifford, I better head back to my hotel room. I suppose it’s a good thing its right around the corner!”
“Aww, man, do you have to? I haven’t seen you in nearly 20 years?”
He gave us a thoughtful look. “Well, I DO have a bottle of Long Island Tea premix in my room. I could get us some ice and we could talk as long as you want my brother.”
“Do you mind, Jeri?”
Of course, she didn’t mind. She was ALL for it. He told me the hotel room and the room number, he grabbed the check (even though I insisted) and he trotted off. We sat there a moment. “I really like him. He seems like a nice guy.” She tells me.
I chuckled a bit. “You better watch him, baby. You are exactly his type.” I told her.
“How’s that?”
“Large breasts, sweet round butt and short red hair. He’d be all over you if it weren’t for me.”
Her eyes glazed as she imagined it. I could see her gears turning. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and when she came back, I helped her out to the car and I could tell, she was pretty much drunk. “Do you think he’ll show me his dick?”
Wow, that was pretty straight forward and crude. “I don’t know. He did say that he makes the women show their stuff first.”
“Hmm.” She muttered and she leaned her head against the window. For a moment I thought she fell asleep. Was my plan about to be undone? “Would you mind if I flashed him my boobies?”
I smiled to myself. “That’s entirely up to you. It’s your game, baby.”
“Would you be mad?”
“Naw.” I pulled into the hotel parking lot and we worked our way up to his room number.
I knocked and Marcus opened the door. We chitchatted a bit more and he poured drinks again. I had abstained during dinner, but this time, I took one. I was about to watch my wife fuck a guy with a horse dick and I think I needed a bit of alcohol to tame my nerves.
After just a few short minutes, she turned to Marcus, “So are you going to show me your dick, or what?”
We was just a little taken aback by her bluntness, but he held his ground. “Gotta show me what you got first, sweetpea.”
She sighed and said, “I gotta pee.” That was my cue to help her to the bathroom. Once we were in the bathroom, she asked me “How can I flash him with this damned thing on?”
I feigned deep thought for a moment. “I think I have it.” I removed her overshirt, then her tanktop, removed her bra and then pulled the tanktop back on. I pulled the tank up and front down as low as I could and lifted her breasts up and out the front. The back was pulling against her neck a bit but she grabbed the fabric and stretched it out. Then we pulled the overshirt back on. I told her that she could keep it buttoned until she decided if she wanted to go through with it, then she could simply unbutton the overshirt, pull the sides back and lift her arms up and stick her chest out. That always makes her tits look even MORE huge than they already are.
She practiced the move in the bathroom mirror and it was, if I say so myself, impressive as hell!
We went back out and I sat down at the table again. She walked straight back over to her drink, picked it up, downed it in one pull, opened her shirt and gave him the boobie flash of his life!
Marcus was nearly floored. He stood there for a moment and just stared as she rocked slowly back and forth and let her natural breasts sway with her movements. He moved in slowly until was barely a hair’s breadth away and whispered in her ear, “May I indulge myself?”
Her eyes were closed and she continued to sway as if dancing to a song that only she could hear. “Yes, you may.”
He gently cupped her breasts in each of his huge hands and lifted them as best he could, gently kneading the flesh in his fingers. Her breathing increased a little but when his fingers brushed her nipples, her breathing staggered a bit. He lowered his mouth to her nipples and began to lick and suck them, gently at first, them more aggressively until finally he had her nipple between his teeth and it appeared he was chewing them gently between his teeth. He moved behind her and she ground her ass into his groin and he lifted her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumb. “Good lord, they’re huge.” He played with them until she couldn’t take it anymore and she finally pulled away and covered herself with her hands. Her face was flushed and her eyelids were fluttering.
“Okay.” She stammered. “Your turn.”
“A deal is a deal.” He said. He took off his jacket and removed his shirt. When he turned around she nearly gasped. He had a nearly perfect body. Chiseled chest, ripped abs, a slight dusting of course hairs tracing up from above his belt. Only a small scar along his ribcage marred what anybody would consider a perfect body. He took her hand and rubbed it across his chest, his abs, across his shoulders and she enjoyed every moment of it.
He pulled her closer and rubbed his own nipple against her lips and she nibbled at him slightly, but she obviously wanted something else. She kept glancing down at his trousers. When her hands moved for his belt he held her hands firmly, but gently. When she looked up at him to ask why, he answered her unasked question.
“You showed me your chest, I showed you my chest. If you want to see what’s in my pants, then I want to see what’s in YOUR pants.” The look of drunken confusion on her face was priceless. It took a moment for it to sink in. She had been HAD. “If you want to see the Alabama Black Snake, then I want to see your Oklahoma Peach.”
She paled and blushed at the same time. She was stammering, looking for the words to try to back out and not finding them. Before she could, he made her an offer, “Tell you what, sweetpea. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll go ahead and show you the black snake, but you have to promise to show me the peach afterwards. Deal?” She was still trying to figure out if it would be worth it when he began unfastening his belt and lowering his trousers. Before she could say yay or nay, he freed the monster that lived in his pants and let it loose right in front of her.
Her eyes bulged and her mouth dropped open as her mind tried to accept that the flesh in front of her was actually a human penis. I have to admit, my mind was trying to accept it as well, and I had seen photographs of it with a tape measure wrapped around it.
“Go ahead sweetie, you know you want to.” She looked at him as if she were completely oblivious to what he was talking about. “You can touch it. It won’t bite you.” She hesitantly placed her hand under it and felt the heft of it.
“It’s so heavy.” She breathed. “And THICK!”
“Go ahead. You can kiss it. They always want to see if they can fit it in their mouths.” He said, almost laughing. She looked at him incredulously. Then she turned to me, almost as if asking permission. I just shrugged. It was her game. Slowly she lowered her head to it and stuck her tongue out. Now, I can count the number of times she’s given me head on one hand and have enough fingers left over to do some serious math. This was, to me, almost enraging, but at the same time, curious. Because I know she gags with MY cock in her mouth. Needless to say, she couldn’t do it.
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“It won’t fit. What do I do?” She implored.
“Most will just lick it like a chocolate lollipop.” He said. So she did. Most enthusiastically. All the while, he tiny little hands were doing their best to wrap around it and pump this monster. And the more she worked at it, the larger it grew. I hate to admit it, but it was an incredible site.
She asked him, “IF they can’t give you head, do they just keep stroking you like this?”
Marcus gave a deep and throaty laugh. “Oh, no. Maybe for a little bit, but this IS a penis. It’s made to go INSIDE a pussy, and it does that VERY well.” She paused and stared at him.
“You actually fuck girls with this thing?”
“On a regular basis. And I’m very good at it.”
“How?” she asked, unbelievingly.
“Baby girl, if you don’t know how to fuck yet, then you got a lot to learn.” He laughed. She turned back to stroking his cock and licking the shaft and head as best she could. She went on like this for a while until finally she gave up. Her wrists and arms were worn out.
Marcus smiled at her and told her that it was just fine. He placed his hands under her arms and lifted her back to her feet. Then he looked her in the eyes and said, “Because, now it’s my turn.” She had that drunken and confused look on her face again until realization sunk in. She opened her mouth to protest but he simply spun her around, hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist of her shorts, pulled down enough to hook her panties as well and with one smooth pull, they were down around her ankles.
She stood there, absolutely motionless, obviously scared out of her head for just a moment as he stepped back and admired her fine ass. He let out a low whistle as he stared at her lily white ass. “Why don’t you step on out of those shorts before you trip and hurt yourself.” And she did as ordered. With his foot, he slid them over by me and I noticed the crotch of her panties were soaked!
He leaned over and rubbed at the cheeks of her ass, caressing them, squeezing them. He pushed gently at her back and made her lean forward across the bed, then slapped her ass hard and she yipped at the pain. I noticed that she slowly closed her eyes and had a smile crossing her mouth. He squeezed her cheeks again and then spanked her other cheek. She leaned her ass toward him as he would go between caressing, then spanking. Her cheeks turning rosy red.
Then he pushed her further forward and spread her legs. “Time to check out that peach of yours, baby girl.” No protest from her. He slid his thumb into her snatch and he let out a growl. “Mmmm. Hot and wet, and damn, girl, you are TIGHT!” He pulled his thumb out and made an obvious noise of sucking his thumb clean. “Damn you taste good.” He knelt down between her legs and spread her cheeks with his hands and licked his way up her thigh. Her leg began to quiver and she whimpered a little, but she never stopped him.
Again, I could count the number of times she let me go down on her, but…
He slid his face up to her pussy and began making slurping noises and she was crying out with him. He slid a finger into her and found her G spot and within moments her legs began to shake and quiver so badly that I thought she’d collapse. He grunted and she tried to collapse and he stopped long enough to pick Jeri up and prop her knees up on the edge on the bed. He went back to eating her and fingering her and when he was done, her face was buried in the bedspread and his face was covered in pussy juice.
He stood up and chuckled. “Boy, she squirted on me twice!” He slapped her ass again and said, “That is one FINE assed woman you got.”
She was still shaking and quivering and trying to recover and he was wiping his face on the edge of the bedspread. When he was done, he turned and laid his cock across her ass and I swear, it touched the small of her back. His large, heavy balls was bouncing up against her pussy and he was sort of causing his cock to raise and then fall, smacking her across the top of her ass. All the while he was still caressing her cheeks and repeating that she had the finest body he had ever laid eyes on.
When she was finally able to catch her breath, she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at him. Her ass still in the air, him standing over her smiling. I could see what was about to happen and my cock was about to explode in my pants. She looked him square in the eye and asked him, “Do you really fuck girls with that thing?”
Marcus never missed a beat. Before she could change her mind, he simply said, “Let me show you.”
He picked her up by the hips and raised her slightly higher, turned her knees out so that he could stand between her legs at the end of the bed and began rubbing his cock head up and down the slit of her pussy. Jeri moaned when she felt him rubbing against her and she arched her back a little. Marcus motioned to me, “Tom, hand me that lube.” In his bag was some Astro-Glide and I quickly handed it to him. He squirted it across his shaft and rubbed it up and down, from the head to his balls.
Jeri was trying to push back against him, but I don’t think she realized what she was in for. When Marcus was lubed good, he aligned the head of his cock with her slit and pushed. Jeri let loose with a small scream and her hands bunched up tight with handfuls of the bedspread. I swear, the head of his cock was the size of a housecat’s head. Jeri was panting now and almost trying to pull away from him, but Marcus had her by the hips and was slowly rocking his cock in and out.
I moved over to get a better view and it was the most incredible thing to see. The skin around her pussy was stretched so tight, it seriously looked like it could rip and tear at any moment. When he pushed in, it looked as if her pussy was collapsing in on itself and when he pulled out, it looked like he was pulling half of her vagina out with him. By the time he got half of his cock inside of her, I thought she was crying. Tears were running out of her eyes and I had to ask her if she was okay. “It hurts so good.” She said through clenched teeth.
It took him a full 15 minutes to finally get all of his cock inside of her. Jeri had a hysterectomy about 7 years ago. I don’t know if that helped or hindered in his attempts to bury a foot of horse dick in her, but she finally got it all inside. Just about the time it was all in, she had to have him pull out.
To this day, I don’t know if it was my imagination or if I actually heard a sucking and popping sound when the head of his cock popped out, but she gushed a bowl full of water from her swollen pussy. She collapsed on the bed trying to catch her breath. “I think I came like a dozen times, and I squirted god only knows how many times, but it couldn’t go nowhere. The pressure was killing me.”
I nodded to Marcus and pulled my shorts off. I climbed up on the bed and shoved my cock in her. She was obviously swollen and stretched from here to Dallas and slobbery wet, but she wasn’t ‘raw’ inside. I asked her, “Can you even feel me after having that slab of meat inside you?”
She sighed and smiled and told me, “Oh yeah. I can feel you just fine.” I fucked her for a few moments but didn’t let myself cum in her. I hopped off and motioned to Marcus to continue.
He grabbed her and pulled her back towards him and he mounted her missionary position and commenced to give her pussy the pounding of a lifetime. Jeri’s legs went straight and her arms were trying to push him off but I grabbed her ankles and wrapped them around his waist and he pulled her arms to where they were around him. It took her a little while, but she was eventually able to relax and take it. When she started to really get in to it Marcus got pretty good at telling when he’d need to pull out and let her juices release some, then he’d plunge back in and go back to town.
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After another twenty minutes of solid fucking she had clawed his back up and had spent most of her energy. She was about spent. She was pretty much just laying there ‘getting fucked’. I tapped Marcus on the shoulder and he allowed me to mount her again.
“What about now, baby? Can you feel me now?” I asked. Again, her poor pussy was about ruined. It was so sloppy and mushy feeling that I didn’t recognize it. But still, it wasn’t ‘raw’ inside. Combined time of having a cock the thickness of a beer can inside her was about 40 minutes, and she wasn’t raw, but she was so ‘worn out’ and sloppy loose that I might as well have stuck my dick in a bowl of warm pudding.
She giggled a little, still buzzing from the booze. “Barely, sweetheart. I can tell you’re there, but you’d have to put it all in if you want me to FEEL you.” I was in balls deep. Obviously, her pussy was ruined for the night.
I told Marcus, “Why don’t you put her in a position where you can fuck the shit out of her and I can lick her clit? We’ll just send her to the moon in one fail swoop.”
Marcus laughed and said, “Your wish is my command!” He scooped Jeri up and laid her on her slightly on her side, lifted her leg and slid his cock in her in one swift motion. She gasped as he buried himself to the hilt all at once, but it left her clit lifted in the air and fully exposed. I lowered my mouth to her mound and when my tongue touched her skin, I was shocked at how tight her skin was stretched. I could feel the veins of his rod as it slid in and out of her, the bumps and ridges of his cock as it entered and exited her. It was so exotic and erotic and as my tongue worked its way up to her clit, she gasped and grabbed a handful of my hair. I sucked on her clit and she screamed, pulling my hair and trying to kick with the leg Marcus was holding.
I tongued her clit faster and she began to pant so fast I thought she might hyperventilate. I sucked on her clit and then ran my tongue up and down the sides of her lips and she began to growl. I accidentally licked the sides of Marcus’ cock a time or two, but strangely, it didn’t feel ‘gay’ to me. All I could taste was pussy anyway.
I could feel Marcus increase his pace and his tempo and I could feel his cock surge under my tongue and I knew he came inside her. Deep inside her. It seemed like it took him forever and she gasped when he did. She grabbed him and held on for dear life and I just kept sucking her clit while they stayed locked together. He was buried to the hilt and stayed there while his cock surged and pulsated.
They lay there for a little while, then slowly he pulled his flaccid cock out of her. When he did, a small river of white semen poured out after him. I don’t think I had ever seen that much cum in one shot in my life. Of course, it was mixed with hers, but it just looked like so much. He rolled off of her and excused himself to go to the bathroom.
She laid there for a moment and I swear, her pussy was spasming. It reminded me of a goldfish out of water, gasping for air. I stared at it for a moment. I extended my hand and slid a finger inside her. It was HOT. And smooth and silky. I slid a second finger. Then a third. And a fourth. I curled my hand and was about to slide it in when she told me, “No, please, I’m too sore for you to finger me right now.”
Finger her? I was about to fist her. I slid back up on top of her and slid my cock in her. “Can you feel me now?” I asked. After over an hour of fucking Cockzilla she was just now STARTING to feel raw inside.
She chucked slightly. “I can’t even tell you’re there except your balls are tickling my ass.”
To be honest, I couldn’t hardly tell I had my dick in a pussy. I might as well have been watered down snot. But it turned me on, none the less. I pumped like a madman and fucked her for all I was worth. My pelvic bone was pressing and grinding her clit, and that she felt. I blew my was inside her and then wiped my dick on her belly.
When Marcus came back out he was still nude but his cock had shriveled to less than half. For shits and giggles, she tried one more time to fit him in her mouth. She barely could, but she did it.
We cleaned up, thanked him for a nice evening and left.
During the drive home, she opted to do without the tank top and just wore the overshirt. I guess she would think about Marcus and get all hot and bothered because all the way home, she would rub herself, then end up fishing my cock out and blowing me. Before we made it all the way out of OKC, she was completely naked, her clothes in the backseat of the car. I got five blowjobs on the way home that night.
That was almost nine months ago and slowly but surely, our sex life has dwindled back down to almost what it was before ‘The Plan’.
I’ve realized what I already knew. She lied to me about the night she cheated. It wasn’t a short little ‘almost fuck’. It was a marathon fuck.
Oh, I can forgive an indiscretion. I just can’t forgive someone who will lie to my fucking face.
So, I have to make a decision. I either have to live with a liar who is slowly cutting me off and making me hate her for lying to me, OR; I can divorce her and go on, OR; I can simply say, “Fuck it”, and convert my conservative little good girl wife into the shared whore that I know she can be.
Decisions, decisions, decisions.

What would you do?