My name is Isabelle Vagaba and I'm a married woman. I'm considered beautiful, with my cute features and tiny 5'2" tall body. I'm blonde and blessed with unblemished fair skin. Even being so short I'm curvaceous, with large 32 DD cup tits, tiny waist and a generous ass that ends in a nice pair of legs.
My husband, George, is a gentle middle aged man, 26 years my senior, I'm 25. I met him in my last year at the University and we fell in love almost immediately. Now, two years of marriage later, our sex life is becoming a complete bore to me. I've never been a wild girl, I've lost my cherry rather late, when I was twenty, and I've only had sex with eight different men before George.
I have a hard time getting excited with his little four inches cock. He is not very good in bed either. George usually spurts his surprisingly large amount of sperm in me after a few minutes of fucking. But he has a talented tongue, which saved our sex life. Even so I barely feel his too small pecker and only rarely I orgasm, and then, it is always from him eating my pussy.
I know that part of my frustration with him is the fact that I have a big cock fetish. I have fantasies with large members since I was twelve and found my dad's porn cache among my best friend at the time. We browsed at hardcore magazines and saw old porn flicks, all of them featured guys who had huge dicks and it fascinated me. I've always been quite bashful and shy. But I masturbated a lot, picturing well hung men fucking my tiny twat.
In my college days I had my small share of guys, but only one was really above average, he had an eight inches cock — yes, I measured it! It was just fantastic, but I still wanted to feel a larger pole inside me. Of course, when I met George and realized I loved him, I also realized I'd never get the chance to live my fantasy.
It has been haunting me for some time. I was still masturbating thinking of large cocks ... I even browsed the internet looking for photos of large members and well endowed studs. But I have never cheated on my hubby. I thought I'd be able to control my dark fantasy. I was sure that my big dick fetish would be just that, a fetish. I was sure that I'd be able to keep well hidden and I was certain that I'd never — EVER - cheat on George. At least I thought so until the night I had a most disturbing chat with Michelle.
Michelle is my best friend. She is a saucy Latina, with a beautiful athletic body and the most perfect bubble butt I've ever seen. It makes up for her very perky but small boobs. Her skin is of a tanned golden hue and her long black hair is the envy of all our friends. She is also the wife of my husbands' business associate and best friend, Dave.
We get very lonely inside our comfortable - but too large - houses from time to time, so it is quite common for us to visit each other. We do enjoy our pools and our husbands' liqueur. We do get tipsy every time we start to chat and share our secrets.
A month ago Michelle was telling me how cool and hot Dave was in bed, making sure to use her hands to show me the size of his cock. She was beaming with pride. I blushed when I saw her hands ten inches apart. When Michelle gets drunk she just doesn't have a clue!
"No way!" I said, but she assured me her husband was really hung. The little bitch! She knows I have a big cock fetish.
When she asked me to tell her about my sex life I almost gagged. Only the many glasses of wine made me stupid enough to confess my hubby has a tiny 4" cock and is not really good in bed. The rest of the night I complained about my sexual frustration and fantasies with hung men.
At least I managed to hide from her the many times in the past I caught her husband looking at you, checking me out. Especially my chest. Just as I have a big cock fetish, it looks like he has a thing for big tits that his hot wife just can't satisfy.
I have been nurturing fantasies about Dave all through the month, since Michelle told me about his cock size. Last week we had a pool party. It was a relaxed small thing, with everyone in swimsuits and lots of booze. I couldn't help but steal glances at Dave's crotch whenever I thought no one was seeing it. The worst part is that I managed to see the outline of his member through the trunks ... it was HUGE!
I also caught him again. He was openly looking at me in my bikini. I could see him swelling as he stared at my boobs, the impressive bulge throbbing so thick. I was afraid people would notice, but everyone was too drunk to even see it. In fact Michelle was in a daze, babbling nonsense in a drunken state. When I got her to my guest room to help her recover from her alcoholic torpor, she started to confess the most embarrassing thing to me.
"You know Bell, I am really sorry!" She started to laugh. "I just couldn't resist it!"
"It is ok Michelle, everyone gets a little drunk occasionally." I started to sooth her, thinking she was talking about her sorry state.
"No you silly, it is not that!" She laughed lauder.
"Then what are you sorry about?" I asked curiously removing her sandals and helping her to my guest rooms' bed.
"Well..." She starts with a mischievous smile. "Last weekend, when Dave was fucking my brains out, I told him more than I should..."
"What do you mean?" I frown, starting to fear my big mouthed friend did something REALLY stupid. I was desperate! "Come on Michelle, what have you told him?!"
"What else?" She laughed. "I drank a little bit more than I should and I told him I loved his big fat cock ... and I told him you would love it too!"
"You what?!' I almost pass out from sheer embarrassment. "He must think I'm a slut!"
"No! I told him you had a thing for big cocks and that George could not measure up to my Dave!" She licks her lips as she closes her eyes. "He told me every girl loves a big cock, but I told him you have this fantasy since you were twelve and I told him you looked at porn pictures of well hung guys and stuff ... but that you never have cheated on George!"
"Michelle, fuck you shouldn't..." I start to speak aloud but she cuts me, before she drifts into sleep.
"Fuck Belle, my husband has a cock larger than most porn stars ... he is bigger than those guys in the pics and flicks you see." She brags. "I just told him little goody-goody Isabelle has a desire for large members and that your sex life sucks."
The next moment she was snoring loudly. I was mortified, but there was nothing I could do any more. My mistake was to talk too much to a girl well known for being a big mouth when she drinks. I left her sleeping on the bed and went back to the pool, pretending that nothing unusual had happened. Thankfully, on the next day Michelle had forgotten everything we talked in the guest room, she suffers from alcoholic amnesia.
But still I couldn't forget about Dave's massive dick inside his trunks. My beautiful house with its nice pool and garden suddenly looked too solitary ... too boring. When my hubby fucked me last night I closed my eyes and pictured Dave in his place. Of course, his tiny 4" dick couldn't pass for the monster I've seen a glimpse of during the pool party day. I was almost relieved that he has gone on a week long business trip this morning.
I wake up from my daydreams with the phone ringing. I answer it and, to my surprise it is Dave on the other side of the line.
"Hi Belle." He says. "I'm sorry to bother you but, well, George had to travel today and he didn't send me the last documents of our latest project. He told me he left it home. Have you seen it?"
"Oh, Hi Dave." I giggle remembering him standing by the pool with the semi hard cock nearly ripping his trunks apart. I blush, even being home alone. "You know I never mess with his stuff, but I'm sure he left it in his studio, why don't you come here to look for it?" I offer licking my lips.
"Sure, Belle. I guess I'll have to." I feel some excitement on his voice and I wonder if it is ok to let him inside my house ... we'll be alone. But then, he is George's old friend and I doubt he'd jeopardize his friendship by hitting on me. "I'll be right over."
"Cool. I'll be waiting for you Dave." I giggle feeling my pussy throb. I must control myself!
I quickly dress up in my tiniest red bikini, pretending I was tanning by the pool. A few minutes later I see Dave's car pull up and soon he is enthusiastically walking to my doorstep to knock on the door. I just put a short skirt over the bikini when I answer it.
"Oh, hi Belle." His eyes look me all over. "I'm really sorry to interrupt your sun bath, but I really need that paper work." He says with a sly smile, his pants hardly hiding the outline of the huge tool in it.
"Hi Dave, I was on the pool and I didn't have the chance to change into something decent..." I say with an innocent looking smile. "You don't mind, do you?"
"NO! Not at all!" His eyes go up and down, staring at me as his massive pole starts to swell up and get full. "So, do you know where it is? By the way, you look REALLY good." He praises me.
"Thanks!" I giggle and perform a little turn. "As you know, George is not home, he will only be back next week, but feel free to enter and grab anything you want!" I say making way for the hunky man.
"I might do just that..." He thinks aloud as his eyes grow wide when he sees my nipples harden. "I can't believe he would leave with you here ... all alone looking so good."
"Well ... we have been married for three years now and he is not jealous." I smile. "He knows I've never cheated on him." I wave Dave to follow me as I lead him to my hubby's study. "And you are his best friend ... Michelle is my best friend and confident too!" I giggle. "We do exchange secrets!"
.... There is more of this story ...