Chapter 1

“Thank goodness we’re finally here,” Cynthia said, the exasperation in her voice showing the tiredness she was feeling.

With the clock about to strike midnight, and the sky as black as coal, the headlights from the bus had swung to the right, illuminating a stylized black metal sculpture standing out in bold relief against the brilliant white wall behind it. Cynthia could see that the sculpture depicted a menacing bull, with a broad powerful chest and a terrifying pair of prominent horns. Below the intricate sculpture were the words “Toros Infinitos Resort”.

“Honey,” Cynthia said as she leaned further over and tapped her husband on the arm, which one of her sizable breasts was already pressed against, “what did you say that name meant? That ‘Toros Infinitos’ business.”

“It means ‘Infinite Bulls’, sweetheart, or ‘Endless Bulls’, however you want to think of it,” Jim replied as he gave his pretty wife a knowing smile, enjoying the warmth of that big soft tit pressed up against him.

Even in her distressed state from the unexpected rigours of the day, Cynthia felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she looked at that sculpture of the bull. She couldn’t believe they were finally here. She’d thought of nothing else for the last two months. And now they’d finally arrived at their destination, the bus moving forward as the resort’s security gate swung open before them. Her mind was swarming with curious thoughts as she wondered what the next week would be like...

TWO MONTHS PREVIOUSLY

“That’s it, dear, just suck on my clit a little more. Yeah, nice and slow. Yes, right there ... right fucking there ... OH FUCKKKKKKKK,” Cynthia groaned as an intense orgasm ripped through her. With her fingers enmeshed in her husband’s hair pulling him harder against her flushed body, her full meaty thighs clamped down on his head, trapping him as she rode out her climax, wave after wave or euphoric delight coursing through her buxom mature body.

It was her third orgasm in a row and, with each one, she’d creamed a load of her warm cunt-honey into her husband’s eagerly-waiting mouth. She was a gusher all right, each spine-tingling release accompanied by a juicy flow of her succulent nectar. And her husband Jim loved taking every single drop of it.

As the delightful sensations started to wane, Cynthia let her trembling thighs roll open as she eased her grip on his head, releasing her husband from the vice-like grip of her powerful thighs. She loved how he’d do that for her, use his mouth to pleasure her for hours on end. But it wasn’t enough. No, it wasn’t enough for her, but sadly, that had become their routine.

Two years ago Jim had been diagnosed as borderline diabetic, and with it came some changes. He’d easily adapted to the required changes in his lifestyle, relative to diet and exercise, but when he started to experience erection difficulties, that was something he really had a problem with. And although she put up a good front, being supportive and understanding, Jim knew Cynthia was having a problem with it too.

He didn’t blame her, she was just so highly sexual that he knew that the change in their sex life had rocked her to the core. She’d always been that way, the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his entire life. It was that smoldering look in her eye that had caught his eye first thing. He’d been surprised when this gorgeous sweet thing, a fair bit younger than him, had agreed to go out with him when he’d asked her. It wasn’t long before they were going at it every chance they had, and the things she could do to a cock made him propose less than six months after they started dating. He was thrilled when she’d said yes, and they’d never looked back. Until these last two years anyway, when life reared its ugly head and kicked him right in the balls ... well, in the cock, actually.

He’d seen the doctors, sure, what else was he going to do? He’d tried Viagra, but all it gave him was a stuffed-up nose and blurred vision. The doc said it was unfortunate, but that’s the way it was going to be and Jim had better get used to it. The sad flaccid reality that had become his life, and Cynthia’s.

Whenever he looked at his wife, or she kissed him with that lusty twinkle in her eye or ran her fingers teasingly down his chest, he still felt that rush of desire, but nothing happened. Not one fucking thing, other than intense frustration as his flaccid cock lay there unresponsive. Strangely, he found that he could still get sexual gratification by whacking off. It took a ton of lube to get things going, and ended up with his dick getting hard for just a few fleeting seconds just before he climaxed. But while that helped him at least get some sexual release that he so badly needed, it definitely didn’t help Cynthia. He’d tried getting to that point just before he climaxed and tried to put it into her, but as soon as he started to press up against her labia, he’d be back living in Limp City before his knob even started to part those hot slick petals of hers.

So, being the loving husband that he was, Jim had done whatever he could to make Cynthia happy, and that was to use his hands, lips, and tongue to give her as much pleasure as he could. He knew she needed a lot of loving, and he was willing to spend hours servicing that lush buxom body of hers. It was a somewhat bittersweet routine they’d settled into, leaving them both riddled with anxiety and disappointment, although they both did their best to hide it from the other. But they both knew deep down inside that there was always that ‘elephant in the room’; Jim’s useless member. A dick that could never rear its head and roar like the bull elephant he knew Cynthia needed.

Cynthia looked down as Jim lifted his mouth from between her spread thighs, his face glistening with a warm coating of her creamy nectar. She smiled as he ran his tongue in a circle all around his mouth, lapping up as much of the sticky juices as he could. Jim was a good man, a loving husband and a caring father. With her now 48 years old, and Jim 55, they were supposed to be enjoying this time together after working all those years to get to this point.

Jim had given her two girls that they were proud to have raised, both successful and happily married. Jim had done well in business and they’d been able to retire early. Things were moving along just as they’d hoped, until fucking diabetes rocked their lives. Cynthia felt sorry for Jim when his problem of not being able to get an erection took over his every thought and action, and she stood by his side as he tried to deal with it. She was saddened when the various medications didn’t work, but they made some changes and he made sure she got the pleasure they both knew she needed, or she’d go crazy. But Cynthia knew that with the way things were, it wasn’t enough, not for her. And she felt bad about that, really bad. But there was no way around it, she knew she needed cock, a nice hard cock to drive deep into her and scratch that itch way up inside her mature pussy.

But here they were, in the daily routine that had become their life. Jim would use that talented mouth of his to pleasure her, as much and as often as she liked, and she loved every second of it. She knew Jim could get off by jerking his cock. He’d told her so, and he’d also told her how frustrating it was to get those fleeting moments of stroking a finally-hard cock for what seemed like mere seconds just before he came. But at least he could do that, and she was happy to let him go to his computer station in the den and take care of himself. He wanted his privacy for that, and she respected that, but they both knew what he was doing behind that closed door. She’d often look at porn on her own computer. Once they’d become empty nesters, they’d turned the small spare bedroom into her office when she’d been selling real estate years earlier. Jim knew she looked at porn just as much as he did, but they were both mature adults that had been thrown a severe curve ball, and they’d supported each other to get through it as best they could.

“C’mere, baby,” Cynthia said as she pulled Jim up next to her. She turned her face and kissed him tenderly, tasting her own tangy cum on his lips. “Thank you, that was delicious.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Jim nestled into her back as she rolled onto her side, his hand instinctively coming up to cup one of her big heavy breasts. He never got tired of feeling those spectacular tits of hers. A pair of bra-busters for sure. “Honey, can I talk to you about something?” he asked as his fingertip slid over one prominent nipple.

“Sure, baby, just as long as you keep doing that,” Cynthia purred as she rubbed herself back into Jim, while her own slender fingers gave his fondling hand an appreciative squeeze.

“I’m going to speak as honest as I can, and I hope that’s all right.” Jim gave her huge mound a gentle squeeze, loving the feel of the warm tit-flesh oozing out between his spread fingers. Fuck, she had amazing tits, so big, so soft, and so fucking heavy.

“Okay,” Cynthia replied, with just a note of trepidation in her voice. “Is everything okay? Your diabetes isn’t getting worse, is it?”

“No, it’s nothing like that,” Jim replied in a calm voice, wanting to ease her anxiety right away. “Everything’s okay with that. But it’s what’s happened because of that that I want to talk about.” He paused as she turned to face him, the concern showing in her warm blue eyes.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” Cynthia reached out and touched his cheek tenderly.

That simple gesture let Jim know how much she loved him, and because he loved her just as much, he knew what he had to say. “Sweetheart, I know this isn’t the way we expected things to be, but it looks like there’s no way around it. The way our sex life is right now is the way it’s going to be from now on, there’s no denying that.”

“It’s all right, Jim. I love you, and I’m quite happy with the way things are, the things you do for me. I know it’s not perfect, but life never is.”

Jim silently shook his head. “I know, but I want more for you.” He paused as he saw the look of anguish in her eyes. “Honey, I’m going to be bluntly honest; I know, and you know it too, that you need cock. We’ve made love too many times over the years for me not to be aware how much you love having a nice hard cock way up inside you. Trust me, I know what that amazing body of yours can do with one, how much cum you can coax out of any hard cock. You’ve drained me dry too many times to even remember, but you loved doing it. More than that, there’s something inside you that NEEDED to do it, needed to work a hard cock until it gave you every drop of cum that it could.” Jim paused, seeing the guilty look of acknowledgement on Cynthia’s face. As his words sank in and he saw that understanding look in her eyes, he nodded slowly. “I’m right, aren’t I? And don’t be afraid to admit it, we’re in this together. I love you, and I only want you to be happy.”

Cynthia felt herself misting up. It was more than Jim letting her know how much he loved her, it was the fact that he knew what she’d been feeling inside for quite some time now, but she hadn’t known how to broach the subject. Yes, she wanted cock, she needed cock. Jim’s talented mouth was incredible, but it could never replace those cunt-wrenching climaxes that only a big hard cock could give her. She’d tried dildos and vibrators, but they were poor substitutes for the real thing. She finally spoke, stroking his cheek tenderly as she did. “Yes, you’re right. It is different, and I do miss it, I can’t deny that. You’d know if I was lying. But you know I’d never go behind your back and cheat on you. I couldn’t live with myself if I did that. I just couldn’t.”

“I know, honey, I know you wouldn’t do that. That’s why I have a suggestion that I think will make us both happy,” Jim continued as he pushed himself up and sat on the bed beside her.

Cynthia propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him, her heavy tits spreading out and settling over the full breadth of her chest, her big nipples pointing temptingly towards him. “What exactly are you saying, Jim? I don’t understand.”