WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The story is intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the real world.
Sue's marriage to Paul Pringle was in its third year and it was all ready showing signs of strain. They were snapping at each other over the smallest and silliest things imaginable, such as toothpaste cap replacements and leaving the toilet seat up, or down, take your pick.
Well, whether the damned seat was left in the up or down position, their sex life was in the toilet, too. Paul had taken to popping his cork in her a measly once a month and, in her view, with about as much passion as a wet noodle. And, lordy, lordy, it had started to feel like one, too. Semi-hard and al dente at its best. How he managed to cum in that state of erection fully amazed her.
All this, and much more, had just been confided to her best friend, Sara Burns, as they sat over lunch at their favorite cafe, The Gilded Cage. Sara just listened attentively and compassionately to her friend's tale of marital woe. When it looked as if Sue had nothing more to add, Sara tossed out some advice.
"Fuck it, Sue, take a lover! I did and he's fantastic. No! He's beyond fantastic. He's... he's... he's magical!" Sara had a dream-like look on her face. "I've never been happier. My marriage is better and my spirits are too." Seeing the look on Sue's face she added, "Oh, don't look so shocked. It's not as if the thought never entered your mind now, is it?" Sue nodded very slightly.
"But, Sara, it's so fraught with danger and besides... "
"That, Sue, old pussy, just adds more excitement to it!" She grinned.
"I guess. But shit, Sara, I wouldn't know where to begin, where to find one. I'm not going to troll the bars with a desperate look on my puss and a sign on my chest that says I need a good porking, now am I?"
"No prob, honey. You can use mine! I don't mind sharing him. Why should I? And believe me, with his stamina and his 12" horse cock," Sue's eyes widened, "he'd jump at the chance to jump your bones." Sara took a sip of her Bloody Mary and went on.
"You just say the word and I'll send him 'round. And since he's a free-lance gardener his time is his own, which means he's available most times. Just ask Betty Wade, she uses him from noon to one each and every Friday. And, darling, who ever suspects the lowly gardener of anything, uh, dirty, eh?" She winked at Sue. Sue thought, Betty Wade, that Betty Wade, the pillar of the church and a community stalwart?
Sue asked, a look of mischief on her face, "What's his name?"
"Rudy Toodle. A funny name, but as we girls just love to say, 'Let Rudy Toodle do you and your troubles are gone and great big orgasms are just beginning!' Amen on that!" She lifted her glass in a toast and took a sip.
Sue had seen the man working at various gardens around town. And now that she thought about it, the women whose gardens he so lovingly tended sure had smiles on their faces--all the time it seemed. No wonder!
She matched Sara's toast by clinking glasses, took a quick sip and asked, "Does he really have 12"?" She had a look of disbelief on her face mixed with awe.
"Oh, yes! And about as big around as my wrist!" She held her arm up. Sue just stared at the wrist, her mind working overtime thinking about what such a member could do to a woman. She shuddered in her seat.
"God, Sara, that'd split me right in two!" Sara laughed.
"Honey, do I look cleaved to you?" She grinned broadly as Sue laughed. Why not? She thought, why not let Rudy Toodle do me? She giggled to herself.
"Set it up, Sara!' Sue said. "I'm game. What the fuck, why not? Paul's going on a business trip for the whole weekend and won't return until late Sunday evening, so I could see Rudy at, let's say, two, three o'clock in the afternoon. If he's available, that is." She smiled conspiratorially at Sara.
"You got it, girl! I'll call you with the details. In the meantime, here's to Rudy." She raised her glass, Sue following suit. "Let Rudy Toodle do you! Cheers." She waited for Sue to say the expected.
"Let Rudy Toodle do you!" She clinked glasses with Sue and they both took lady-like sips, excitement permeating the air around their table.
It was Sunday and Rudy was due to arrive at 2:00 p.m. She was as excited and as nervous as a teenage girl giving her first handjob. Following Sara's advice, all she had covering her was a pink set of see-through baby doll pajamas, making her nipples and crotch hairs as visible as if she was naked. But she knew the overall effect was still leaving a tad to the imagination.
Her sexual anticipation had her so excited and worked up that she had to change the panties part of the set twice, so puddled up were they by her pussy juices. She had gone from pink to blue to yellow, puddling away, and was ready to slip into the pale mauve ones when the doorbell rang. It was Showtime!
She went to the front door, peeked through the peephole to make sure it was Rudy, and when that was determined, opened the door. She darted her eyes around the street to make sure no one was doing any observing. Satisfied, she reached out and fairly yanked him inside. He stumbled in and looked her over.
"Oowee, Ma'am, that's some getup." Something in the way he had said it, coupled with a dumb expression on his face, led Sue to believe that this guy wasn't the bright bulb in the box. Oh, well, she thought, it doesn't take a genius to fuck like a horse!
She gave him the once-over, too. She liked what she saw. Rudy stood at just over 6' with very broad shoulders. He was also barrel-chested with arms that displayed well-defined muscles. The T-shirt and shorts he wore allowed his overall tan to be fully appreciated. Sue felt herself starting to swoon just at the sight of him.
They stood there, nervously, making foolish small talk for a while. "Nice weather we're having, blah, blah, blah." You get the idea.
When Rudy Toodle reached out to pull her to him, she said, "No, Rudy, not here! Let's go upstairs where we'll be more comfortable. OK?" Rudy nodded his big head and allowed her to lead him up the stairs to the next floor. Oh, boy, she thought as they climbed the flight, I'm gonna love this!
A short time later found them standing in front of the queen-size bed. Sue giggled when she looked down and saw that Rudy not only had a hardon, it was peeking out from the bottom of his shorts. A good 3" at that. The dear boy didn't wear any underpants, she thought as she stared at the large, exposed cock head. And, it was twitching something fierce, too, which made her juices flow even more. She could feel her thighs getting wet from the downpour.
And God, his cock looked big!
Rudy drew her to him, both of them breathing hard, and kissed her. The electrical shock her lips felt was immediate and recognizable to her. Passion! Raw fucking passion. Mixed with unbridled lust. His super-hot tongue in her mouth told her that much. And much more, if truth were told.
As they tongue-dueled this way, she felt Rudy's strong hands grab her ass cheeks and begin to knead them roughly, but somehow gently, too. When he ran a hand down the crack of her ass and found the bottom of her pussy with his fingers, she moaned as if hit with a cattle prod. "Oooooh, God!" He fingered her in this manner for a few minutes before placing the same hand on her left breast.
The stickiness of his fingertips felt wonderful as they massaged the nipple, which, having a mind of its own, was fully erect, swollen, and open for business.
Still lavishing her lips with hot, wet tongue kisses, he reached down between her legs and started fingering her vagina. He pushed two large fingers in and said, "You're mighty wet, Ma'am. I like that!" Mighty wet? You dumb ass, she thought, they could swab down the decks of a fucking aircraft carrier with my juices. Christ, I'll have to clean the rug of cum puddles!
Rudy stepped back, yanked off his T-shirt and revealed a beautifully muscled, slightly hairy chest. As Sue slipped off the peek-a-boo top and pushed her panties down to the floor, she looked at Rudy and thought; I've died and gone to heaven! Naked, she just stood there as he lowered his shorts.
As the shorts cleared his crotch area, his now fully hard cock was unleashed. Boing! It popped out and up as if it were spring-loaded. As it wiggled up and down in the air, standing straight out from his groin, it looked even bigger to Sue than 12" usually should. And its girth! As wide around as the bottom of a Coke bottle. She shuddered involuntarily at the sight of the wicked looking thing.
Standing fully naked before her, he placed a hand on his humungous organ and began slowly stroking it.
"I know George is big, Ma'am," Shit, she thought, he's named it! "But don't let that scare you none. I know how to work old Georgie here real slow like so you won't feel too much pain. Besides, Ma'am, with all the flowin' you've been doin', we shouldn't have any problems. None at all." Sue stood there without knowing what to say or do next. He solved that problem for her.
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