Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Cheating, Size, Slow,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - She asked for a special gift and he gave it to her.
Two months ago if anyone had told me I'd get a kick out of watching another man put it to my wife I'd have suggested that they be committed. I just watched Kathy spend two hours trying to fuck a guy I don't even know to death, and she damn near did it. He was decidedly weak in the knees when he staggered out to go home and, as a matter of fact, so was I. It was only the back wall of the closet that was holding me up. It all came about as the result of a simple question, one that I ask every year, although this years answer was no where near what I expected.
"Honey, what do you want for your birthday?"
Kathy thought for a minute and then said, "Honestly? Promise you won't get mad?"
What the hell kind of question is that I thought, all I want to know is what kind of present to get her, and she want's me to promise I won't get mad? "Why should I get mad? If you want it and I can get it, I will."
Several moments of silence and then she said, "Don't take this wrong Jimmy, you know I love you to death, but what I'm going to say is so off the wall that you have to promise me you won't get mad."
It was obvious to me that she wasn't going to tell me unless I promised and so I did.
"Honey," she said, "I want to experience a really big cock."
My jaw damn near hit the floor. Kathy saw the expression on my face and she hastened to say, "Baby, it's not what you think. I'm not unhappy with you, I'm just curious."
After I recovered enough to be coherent she explained to me the reason for her request. Kathy plays bridge every Thursday night with some friends of hers from college, and it always turns out that the evenings main topic, after all the gossip is dished out, is sex. The discussion on sex always seems to concentrate in two areas, oral sex, both giving and getting, and cock size. The talk on oral sex covered like and dislikes, techniques, who was good at it and who wasn't. But where the talk on oral sex was general in nature, the talk on cock size was much more specific. It covered things like length, girth, coloring, texture (I didn't even know that a cock had texture), shape, bends and whether or not it was circumcised. Four of the girls had experienced what they considered to be large cocks, and of the four one was married to a guy who had a large dick and one was going steady with a guy who was extremely large. The debate constantly raged between the eight girls as to which was better, size alone or knowing how to use it. Four of the girls, the ones who hadn't had a large cock, said that if I guy knew how to make love to a woman size didn't matter. The other four, the ones who had tried a larger than average cock, said that even if a guy wasn't a good lover, if he had a big dick he could still satisfy a girl better than a guy with a smaller dick who knew how to use it. The debate had raged for years and finally Kathy's curiosity had gotten to the point where she wanted to find out for herself.
"Well?" she asked when she had finished talking.
I didn't answer right away; I was still in shock. Finally I said, "Well, that's a bit of a surprise and I don't know what to say. I'm going to have to think on that for a while."
Basically I'm a pretty secure guy. I'm comfortable in my maleness or manliness or whatever you want to call it and I was not concerned that some guy with a big cock would steal Kathy away from me. I was pretty sure that Kathy loved me enough to stay around, and her being with another man, while not something to fill my heart with joy, was something I already knew I could handle. During the early years of our marriage Kathy had gone through several affairs and I'd found out about them. She doesn't know that I know about them and I've always figured that it was my fault anyway. Kathy is a sex maniac in bed and I was spending all my time trying to establish my career and I neglected to take care of business at home. As soon as I started taking care of my husbandly obligations she quit having affairs and for the past fourteen years or so she has been faithful to me, at least as far as I know.
What I did know was that Kathy wasn't asking me to find her a stud, no, she already had one in mind, and all she was asking me for was my blessing. What would happen if I said no? Since she probably already had someone in mind would she go ahead and do it anyway, and hide it from me? After giving the matter a great deal of thought I decided, "better the devil you know than the devil you don't" and I told Kathy that she could have what she wanted for her birthday. She threw her arms around me and kissed me and told me I was the best husband ever and that she loved me and that I wouldn't be sorry and yadda yadda yadda.
"So what's the plan?" I asked. "You going out for the night or should I get a hotel room for the night?"
Kathy chuckled and said, "No way baby. I want you right next to me holding my hand."
For the second time my jaw almost hit the floor and I stood there looking at her and feeling like an idiot. I hadn't expected that and I was at a loss for words. Finally I stammered that I didn't think that I could do that.
"I don't think that I could watch you do another man. It's going to be hard enough on me just knowing that you're doing it."
Kathy pleaded with me and listed all the reasons why she wanted me there, the most important of them being, "What if he's too big and I can't take him without a lot of pain and he won't stop once he's started?"
I finally agreed to be near, if not right in the room with her, close enough to hear her if she hollered for help. I was right, she did have her stud already picked out. He was a male dancer at one of the local topless bars that had special "women's only" nights twice a week. He'd come recommended by one of her bridge club friends. The plan was for him to show up at Kathy's birthday party and do a Happy Birthday strip-o-gram. He did not know that the party was going to be just him and Kathy. The plan we eventually settled on (with a great deal of reluctance on my part) was that I would be in the downstairs den when he arrived so that I could be close if things went bad right from the start. If things went well initially Kathy would take him to the bedroom and when they were inside I would go upstairs and be in the guest bedroom, close enough to hear her cry for help if she had to. The closer we got to Kathy's birthday the less I cared for the plan. For one thing, if I was close enough to hear her cry for help, I'd also be close enough to hear what was going on and I really, really didn't want that. But every attempt to back out was met with a "You promised" and so I was stuck with going through with it.
The big day arrived and I was a fucking basket case. I might as well have skipped work that day for all that I accomplished. When I got home Kathy had dinner ready - all my favorites - but I couldn't eat a thing. I had a couple of belts of Wild Turkey to try and calm my nerves, but Kathy took the bottle away from me, "I don't want you passed out if I have to holler for help. I'll help you settle down," and she walked me into the den, sat me down in the desk chair, and gave me head. She was right; it did settle me right down, right up to the point where the doorbell rang. Kathy got up and tucked me in and said, "Later lover" and went to answer the door. I kept the door closed until I heard the stripper's boom box start to play and then I opened the door a crack and peeked out. Kathy was sitting in one of the straight backed dinning room chairs and the stripper was doing his dance for her; so far no problems and I went back to the desk and picked up a book that I had been in the middle of. After a couple of minutes trying to read it was obvious to me that I wasn't going to be able to concentrate, not with what was going on in the other room. I went back to the door and cracked it open and took a look.
Until then I don't believe I had ever been envious of someone else or insecure, but what I saw when I opened that door made me feel both. The dancer had a cock on him that would have made a horse proud. It was just over eleven inches long (Kathy measured it) and was as big around as a summer sausage. It was rock hard and bobbing back and forth about an inch away from Kathy's face and her eyes were locked on it in rapt fascination. As I watched, one of her hands came up and I saw a finger touch his cockhead and then trace a circle around it. Then the hand came up and encircled the cock and the dancer began to move, fucking Kathy's fist. Her other hand took hold of him and with both of her hands wrapped around him there was still three or four inches of cock showing. Kathy pulled him toward her and her tongue flicked out and licked his cockhead and then she opened her mouth. Her mouth was barely able to get the cockhead in, but she tried her best and eventually she managed to get two or three inches in. That large cock sticking in that small mouth, lips stretched almost to the point of tearing the skin, coupled with the look of pure lust on Kathy's face was almost obscene. But it was also one of the most exciting things I had ever seen and my cock told me that it knew what I was thinking. Kathy tried to do for several minutes what was obvious to me that she couldn't - give her stud a blowjob - before she finally admitted to herself that she was wasting her time and took her mouth off him.
By that point I had undergone a major change in attitude and I was no longer reluctant to see or hear what was going to be happening in the master bedroom. I closed the door and climbed out the den window and made a run for the back door. If I could get into the house and to the staircase before Kathy got out of the chair to lead him upstairs I could beat them to the bedroom and get into the closet. Luck was with me, but only barely. I could hear them at the bottom of the stairs just as I went through the bedroom door. From the look of lust I had seen on Kathy's face I doubted if I was going to get a call for help, unless it was to help hold her down while her dancer tried to get it all in. They were in the room before I had a chance to get settled in and Kathy wasted no time in dragging the dancer over to the bed. She stripped in record time and threw herself down on the bed - no foreplay here - she wanted that cock and she wanted it now. That is, she did until he tried to get it in. I saw her face contort with pain as the head of the dancer's cock split her pussy lips and I expected to hear her say stop at any minute, but I saw her clench her jaw and will her body to accept the huge intruder. He managed to get about three inches in before she told him to stop and pull out.
"I need some lube baby. I've never had anything that big in me before."
She got the tube of K-Y that we use whenever she wants to be fucked in her ass and poured some on the dancer's cock. The three inches went back in fairly quickly, but then I saw her face contort again. "Easy baby, easy. I'm just a little girl and you got to be slow and easy with me."
This was probably nothing new for him and he went very slow, with short half-inch strokes, stopping every seven or eight strokes to put on some more K-Y. Slowly, but surely, his massive pole was disappearing from sight. It took him almost ten minutes to get it all in, but finally he was buried in Kathy to the root. Slowly he started working his dick in and out, first short strokes and then gradually they became longer and longer until he was pulling nine or ten inches out before sliding all the way back in. The look on Kathy's face was one of pure lust. For several minutes he fucked her slow and easy and then I heard the, "ohohohohoh" that signaled Kathy's orgasm, but it was unlike any orgasm I'd seen her have before. Her body shook and thrashed around and I'm surprised that she didn't buck him off and then she fell back limp with a glazed look in her eyes. The dancer hadn't cum yet and he kept fucking Kathy's limp body, but the strokes were picking up in tempo. Suddenly Kathy's legs came up and locked behind the dancer's; her hands came up and grabbed his butt and she started moaning, "oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," the words all running together as one depraved sexual sound. The dancer was driving hard now and Kathy was holding on for dear life. He said something in her ear and she moaned, "Not yet baby, not yet. I'm almost there, please wait, please wait, please baby" and then she screamed as she had one massive orgasm at the same time that the dancer drove home and held himself in her while his balls drained.
The two of them laid there on the bed, breathing hard and not moving, the dancer still buried to the hilt in Kathy's pussy. I became aware of a warm stickiness in my hand and looked down to see that I had cum all over the front of my pants and the inside of the closet door. I had been so wrapped up in the scene playing out in front of me that I hadn't been aware that I'd been stroking myself, let alone that I'd gotten myself off.
A low moan pulled my attention back to the bed and I saw Kathy looking up at the dancer with a look of astonishment on her face. The reason became clear to me when the dancer lifted him self up and then drove back down into Kathy; he either had not lost his hardon or he had hardened again while lying on top of her. She had adjusted to his size by now and she was full of both their fluids for lubrication so there were no more cries of "take it easy on me" and the dancer started to fuck Kathy hard and fast. I watched as she went crazy with lust and desire; she begged and pleaded with him to fuck her harder and faster, that he never stop, and she had orgasm after orgasm as the dancer tried to get himself off again. When he finally reached his goal and pumped his second load of the night into her, Kathy looked like a limp rag doll.
When he pulled out of her one last spurt of cum came out of the head of his dick and splashed on her stomach, and then he did something totally unexpected, he switched positions and went down on Kathy, licking his own juices out of her cunt. His limp dick was dangling just above Kathy's face and a small drop of cum fell on the tip of her nose and she opened her eyes to see the cock hanging over her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and licked the head of the dancer's cock and that was the signal he had been waiting for. He lowered himself and several inches of his cock disappeared into Kathy's mouth. Since he was now soft she was able to get more of him into her mouth than the first time she tried, but even soft it was still huge. I wished I had a camera to take a picture of the scene; Kathy's hands in the dancer's hair pulling his face into her cunt and with that huge log in her tiny mouth. Kathy's eyes suddenly got big as he began to get hard again. She pulled her head back to let some of it out, but the dancer pushed down to get it back in and he started to fuck Kathy's mouth. Her hands left his hair and she tried to push him away, but the dancer continued to stroke in and out of her mouth. I could see panic in her eyes as the monster cock started choking her and I started to reach for the door to go out and pull him off of her. But just as my hand touched the knob the dancer switched positions and drove his cock all the way into Kathy with one hard push. Kathy gave a loud grunt as the dancer bottomed out, he started to fuck her hard and fast and her arms and legs came up and gripped him.
I lost count of how many times Kathy came before the dancer exploded in Kathy for the third time that night. When the dancer pulled out and got off the bed I could see the gaping hole between Kathy's legs and I'd swear that if I was keeling in front of her with a flashlight I could have looked up that tunnel and counted her teeth.
At this point I'm supposed to tell about how the dancer left and Kathy thanked me for letting her have the experience of her life and then we lived happily ever after, but you wouldn't believe me, and you would be right. There is more of this story to come.