INTRODUCTION

This is me, Sara. Keep reading and you will see a lot more of me.;-)

Not to keep you in suspense, the instrument of my revenge is Bob’s big cock. I’m not sure I’m in love with Bob, but I do love his cock and what it does to me.

As for the object of my revenge, it’s my husband, who has spent the years of our marriage controlling me, demeaning me, cheating on me and throwing it in my face, telling me that I am ugly and fat and that no man would ever want me.

Bob has told me from the day we met that I am beautiful and desirable. He says I am the sexiest woman he’s ever known. He makes me feel warm, happy, and sexually fulfilled.

We’re both very busy – so we don’t get together as often as I’d like. In between times, there are a couple of ways I remind myself of how good it was the last time. One is by reading my email messages to him after we’re together.

Here’s one from me to Bob Jan 1, 2024: “That last time was so good. Can’t wait. I’m terrible. I’ve been horny since you left the other day. Do me good today ‘cause I need it, ok?”

Mar 5: “You probably have no idea how horny I get when I think of you. You are a fantastic lover.”

June 13: “Awakened this morning on cloud nine. You gave it to me so good baby. I needed it so bad. i had been horny for weeks, you fucked me like i have never been fucked before. It was powerful, and I have been wanting you again ever since. I thought about your cock all day yesterday, and still couldn’t get you off my mind today. Thanks for being such a wonderful lover!”

The other way I remind myself how good it was is by looking at my videos of our times together. Bob is always begging me to email copies to him. I can’t keep the videos because my husband is a snooper as well as a control freak – and I can’t keep him from accessing my phone or my computer. But when I am with Bob at the beginning of a business trip, which happens pretty often, I can record videos of us to my heart’s content and then watch them over and over for the duration of my trip. The other thing I do is make screen shots of favorite scenes from the vids and email them to myself with subjects like “Brenda’s shopping trip,” then save the emails to a folder marked with my friend Brenda’s name, My husband thinks Brenda is a big bore and just hates it when I mention her name, so he would never open that particular folder, no matter how snoopy he was. The point is that I have lots of fun pictures to share with you as I tell you this story about using Bob’s cock to cuckold my husband and take revenge on him!

MY FIRST TIME WITH BOB

I met Bob in July, 2015 via an on-line dating site for people who want to have affairs. He wrote to me just a couple of days after I put up my profile. I think I got close to a thousand messages in the first week – but his was one of the few that was longer than a couple of lines. He looked and sounded like what he is, an intelligent, successful professional. And there was something about the way he described what he was looking for that intrigued me – so he was one of maybe five guys that I decided I’d like to meet.

We met at a fast-food restaurant a couple of miles from my office. He was so sweet – looked me straight in the eyes, and kind of shook his head with a look of surprise on his face. I could see that he liked what he saw even before he told me that I looked “so terrific” I think his exact words were. He never looked at my breasts even once, though they are kind of prominent (41DDD), and generally are the first things men look at when they see me.

We didn’t talk long – not more than ten minutes or so – before I told him I would like to see him again and got up to leave.

We emailed each other to arrange to meet a week or so later – the exact date was August 1, 2015. To give you an idea of what it was like, here is part of an email message he sent me that evening: “You have made August 1 one of those days that will always be special to me -- I will be remembering this day with a smile for the rest of my life. Thank you for the magnificent gift of you, my darling. You are gorgeous, sweet, charming -- and a wonderful lover. You gratified and thrilled me, you made me feel that life is so beautiful and so delightful.”

And this was my reply, sent the next day: “Wow! I am so glad that you enjoyed because I am already wanting more. It was wonderful. Three times – the best of my life! Oh my. I knew when you kissed me (just right) that it was going to be great. I had no idea how wonderful it would be. Thank you for a wonderful experience. Please give me more. I did not realize how much I missed it. You were amazing.”

“Three times” – was how many times I came. I’d thought for years that I could no longer cum any more than once – either with my husband or with a vibrator.

Here is how that first time went, as well as I can remember. We met in a motel room and were quickly in each other’s arms. Our first quiet, affectionate kiss felt so perfectly right. But soon we were devouring each other’s mouths, lips and tongues. After several moments of passionate kissing, I told him that I wanted to use the bathroom to change. When I returned, I was wearing nothing but a thong, stockings with elastic tops, and a long, white blouse, unbuttoned to show pretty much everything except my nipples. I wanted him to see my whole body, and he did. i saw his eyes traveling up my legs to my hips, my breasts, and finally, my face. His eyes looked into mine and lingered there. His expression was soft and adoring. I must have blushed, as my face felt very warm.

And – Bob had taken off most of his clothes too, presenting this to my hungry eyes:

I didn’t take the picture that day – it was actually a couple of years later. (I didn’t start making videos for another couple of years after that.) I love this picture, have saved it in my Brenda folder, and often use it when I can’t access my videos but want to get turned on. Here’s another picture that Bob sent to me. I had asked him how big his dick is – and he had told me it was seven inches. I said it must be much bigger than that because my husband’s is 7 inches, and doesn’t come near to hitting my cervix, as Bob’s does pretty hard when he is driving his cock deep into me. I told Bob his dick must be at least 8 inches.

When I saw this picture, I realized my husband has been lying to me for years and years about the size of his cock! It’s probably less than six inches!

My apologies for including these pictures. I get it that no one will get the same thrill from them that I do. Note to guys: most women don’t want to see pictures of your cock unless they are already interested in you sexually. I’ve had guys send me pictures of their cocks on dating sites – and I’m almost always disgusted by them. But I really love Bob’s cock – and not just because it’s my instrument of revenge! I love the way it looks, the way it feels when I’m holding it or when it’s inside my mouth or my pussy, the way his cum tastes when his dick is spurting it into my mouth, and especially the way ii makes me cum longer and more intensely than anything else I’ve ever experienced in my life! Even better than pictures, I like videos of his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth or pussy. I can bring myself off in seconds when I’m watching them!

I have a long-time friend who is a sub. She has talked to me about what she does to show that she worships the cocks of the Doms she’s had relationships with. I was fascinated by her stories, but never really understood why she bothered with all that until Bob became my lover. Now I know!

I married young and had only had two lovers before my husband. So I didn’t have much experience with dicks. I was monogamous during my marriage until I decided to take my revenge on my husband by cuckolding him. So Bob’s big cock was a revelation to me – I’d never experienced anything like it. (I’ve since found another lover, Carlo, whose dick is even bigger. But somehow it doesn’t please me as much as Bob’s does, even when it’s hitting my cervix. Carlo is good, though. Maybe I’ll tell you more about him someday.)

Back to my first time with Bob.;-) The way he looked at me told me that I really must be beautiful! I know that other people think I am beautiful too, though I am no longer a young chick. Men’s heads turn when I walk into a room. My girlfriends tell me I am beautiful – and I know that they aren’t just saying that to make me feel good. But my husband tells me that I look terrible, that I’m fat and ugly, that no man would ever want me. And when I look into a mirror, I see only the flaws and imperfections that he has pointed out. Although I don’t want beauty to be what people value me for, it means a lot to me to be told that I am beautiful. And Bob has done that a lot. But more important than his telling me is the fact that the way he looks at me expresses very eloquently that he admires, appreciates, and adores my body and my face. (For Bob’s description of me, which is very flattering, you can read the beginning part of his story Fantastic Blow Jobs.)

Okay, I really am going to start talking about the sex we had on that first day...

After briefly admiring each other’s appearance, we fell into each other’s arms again – and our open mouths were soon pressed together. The wellsprings of our desire burst through any inhibitions or awkwardness we felt about meeting for the first time. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my tummy. And I was even more aware of the fact that my pussy was so wet it was practically dripping. We began touching each other in intimate places without any further preliminaries. He slipped my blouse down over my shoulders and tossed it onto the dresser, then caressed my breasts with both of his big hands. I unbuckled his pants, pulled down his zipper and boldly grasped his cock. The length and thickness of it excited me! Bob’s fingers were soon inside of my sopping-wet pussy.

He sat me down on the bed, got down on his knees in front of me and pulled the elastic band on my thong down over my hips and along the length of my thighs and calves. I helped him complete the process of removing it by lifting my ass, and then my feet, and was a little surprised when he took my feet into his hands and gave lingering kisses through my stockings to both insteps. He went on to kiss both ankles, the fronts and outsides of both of my calves, and then the insides of my calves, which led me to spread my legs invitingly. I felt an urgency in my pussy and wanted him to kiss his way quickly along the insides of my legs and get to the critical places. But he lingered over the tops of my thighs, then lifted my legs, pushing me back onto the bed, and kissed the undersides of my thighs, from behind my knees, which tickled just a bit, all the way to the juncture of my thighs with my ass. I was still eager for him to get to my pussy, but was enjoying the sensations he was giving me so much that I could not feel impatient. It helped that I could sense the delight he was getting from experiencing my legs this way. I enjoyed the sensation that my thighs were being appreciated and admired in a way that was entirely new to me.

While he was kissing the backs of my thighs, not far from my pussy, he released my legs, resting them on his shoulders and began moving his hands toward my tummy and then my breasts. I spread my legs further apart, so that his lips and tongue were on the insides of my thighs, right next to my waiting pussy. I offered my body to him with no hesitation, for him to take me when and as he wanted.

He caressed my tummy and breasts for a while, then reached both hands to touch my breasts and nipples. While his lips and tongue continued caressing and exploring the sensitive areas above and beside my labia, he caressed my nipples, then cupped and fondled my breasts and occasionally tweaked one or both of my nipples.

Finally! – he touched the tip of his tongue lightly against the bottom of my pussy, then slowly licked and kissed his way to my clit. I was moaning softly and quivering all over. He began to press his tongue repeatedly against my clit while continuing to fondle my breasts and my nipples. At intervals he sucked my clit between his lips and squeezed it. The sensations were extraordinary, mind-blowing! I began to rotate my hips, trying to press my clit against his mouth. With astonishing suddenness, I found myself elevated to a high state of arousal, on the verge of cumming. The fondling of my breasts and the erotic dance of his lips and tongue on my clit were magical! I grabbed his head and pressed his lips harder against my clit while continuing to rotate my hips. Soon I was cumming, and cumming hard! The intensity of my orgasm and the short time it took to get to this point had my head spinning. I was both amazed and gratified.

What followed was also very pleasing. As my orgasm tapered down and stopped, Bob lessened the pressure of his tongue against my clit and began to take it between his lips and kiss it lightly. I had scaled the heights of pleasure with Bob’s help, and now he gently and sweetly brought me back down to earth.

After another couple of minutes of ministering to my pussy and my clit, Bob got onto the bed alongside me and again began caressing and kissing me. He kissed each of my breasts in turn, lightly, then began to suck on each of my nipples in turn. I grabbed his rock-hard cock, marveling at its size and hardness. I really wanted it in my mouth, or, better yet, inside of my pussy! But I’d learned when waiting for his lips finally to get to my pussy and clit that Bob was going to do me at his own pace and in his own time – and it was going to be worth it when it happened. In the meantime, what he was doing to my breasts felt amazing and exciting – I couldn’t remember ever having any lover linger over them the way Bob did. He was making love to my breasts, and it felt marvelous!

While his mouth was engaged with my breasts, his hand roamed over my body, caressing, in turn, my shoulders, my arms, my ass, the tops of my thighs, the insides of my thighs, and, finally, my pussy lips and my clit. He began rubbing my clit with a circular motion, then side to side, then up and down. Soon he had me at the edge of another orgasm.

He seemed to know I was about to cum, as he moved his hand away from my clit and back to the nipple that wasn’t in his mouth. My legs were spread wide in unconscious invitation for him to impale me with his big cock! He took his mouth away from my breast and asked me to lift my hips so that he could put a pillow under them. Then he mounted me missionary style, found the entrance to my pussy and rammed his big cock into me!

Again and again, he thrust into me with long and powerful strokes, pulling almost his entire cock out each time before ramming it back into the depths of my pussy. The thrill of being fiercely impaled, stretched out like never before in my life, was amazing! Aside from being filled to my limit, there was something new and thrilling that was going on deep inside where I had never felt anything before. I later realized that with each inward thrust the tip of his cock was bumping into my cervix – and there was an explosion there and in my mind each time it happened! I was lightheaded with delight and excitement!

It got better. He paused his thrusts long enough to lift my legs over his shoulders, then resumed thrusting into me. And now he was hitting my cervix harder and more squarely, which intensified the explosions of feeling! Soon I was cumming harder and longer than the first time – my orgasm went on and on, with the explosions deep inside of my pussy intensifying and then sending more powerful reverberations throughout my body and into my mind. I have no idea how long that orgasm lasted – my mind was in a state where all sense of time was obliterated. I felt each thrust of his thick, hard cock deep into my body in exquisite detail. Though his thrusts into me were hard, I could feel each inch of its penetration into me as my love canal was widened and stretched along its entire length. First to be stretched were my inner labia, followed immediately by the pressure of his thickness against my g-spot. The sensation of having my pussy widened then traveled up its entire length. At the end of each thrust there was a doubled bang as the tip of his cock bottomed out against my cervix at the same time that his body slammed into my clit. And this went on and on, repeatedly, well beyond my ability to count the thrusts or even to estimate their number. Just as a guess, I would say that my orgasm lasted at least three minutes – three minutes of the most beautiful pleasure, the most intense delight I had ever experienced!

As I wrote that last paragraph, my mind and body became inflamed by the heat of the memory of that orgasm. I have to tell you that I was so turned on that I paused at the end of it to caress my pussy lips and then rub my clit furiously, and soon brought myself to a release that was most satisfying, though only the dimmest shadow of the experience of cumming around Bob’s thick, hard cock.

I also remembered that as my orgasm with Bob began to diminish, he pressed his cock into me more deeply than ever and held it there, with the tip against my cervix and his body pressing against my clit. Somehow, that extended my orgasm, which only gradually dwindled, then finally stopped, though there were occasional aftershocks for several minutes. Bob released my legs from his shoulders so that they descended to the bed outside of his. Then, while his cock remained firmly embedded in my pussy, he lifted his legs one at a time and put them outside of my legs, embracing them and pressing them together. I have found that I love this position for snuggling after cumming. The tip of his still-hard cock was no longer touching my cervix, but my pussy, relaxed and limber as it was after such hard treatment, was still snugly filled. At the same time that my pussy was being occupied and caressed by a comforting presence, I was surrounded and embraced by Bob’s legs pressing against the outsides of my legs and his arms pressed against my arms, partly under my upper body, with his hands extending underneath me to cup my shoulders.

And he was kissing me, sweet, tender, open-mouthed kisses with his tongue dancing with mine, then his lips moving over my face like a caress, soft butterfly kisses on my cheeks, my forehead, beside my eyes, even my nose and my chin. “You are even more beautiful after you’ve cum, my darling,” he said, while gazing lovingly into my eyes. I felt his admiration, his appreciation, his love, as he looked at me. He made me feel like I was the most beautiful and the sexiest woman in the world!

So that was the second orgasm of the three I had our first time together.

He asked me if I would like to try being on top – and I quickly said yes!!!!