My Wife Left me For Eight or More Inches
by EroticWriter
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My wife had a fantasy about big cocks and in my haste
to please her, I allowed her to go a little too far.
Note: This is one of those stories I read long ago on the
net, found interesting and copied into my PC. I lost the
original writer's name but being honest I want to say that
much of the beginning is by the original author.
I have changed some of it, and when you get to where
the sex starts I have added to and greatly enhanced the
story plus I have changed the ending. Enjoy. EW
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This story actually began 6 months ago. My wife and I
had just finished a good fuck session, (she prefers the
term making love) and the conversation invariably went to sex.
Mindy was 23 years old, 5’2" and very thin. She wore a B
cup bra which sounds small but on her lithe frame made
her tits sort of a standout.
But if her tits weren't big enough for some,, she more
than made up for that in her youthful and beautiful face.
When Mindy began teaching Literature at the local senior
high school a few months ago, many older teachers, unfamiliar
with who she was, asked her what grade she was in.
Yes, that was my wife. She looks so young. With her long
straight blonde mane that reached half way down her back,
her big green eyes and baby face she was a favorite of
the male students. The students nicknamed her Mrs.Suvari
because she looks so much like the actress, Mena.
After four years of marriage our sex life was fine but
I wanted to know what she fantasized about when we made
love. I have to admit that doing some exploring on the
internet had been putting thoughts into my head.
We were just lying in bed and she had her head on my
chest and a hand on my now soft cock. I asked her if she
had any sexual fantasies she wanted to live out. She
blushed and admitted she had one all through her life.
She dreamed of sucking and fucking a huge cock.
Well, shit, there she was holding my three inch softie
under her palm, and she is talking about big cocks. She
immediately reassured me that my average 6 inch penis
was fine but occasionally she dreamed of a monster 9
inch baseball bat sized prick impaling her.
“Come on honey. Nine inches? Do you realize how long
that is? You're a little gal and I'm not sure that
you could comfortably handle that much.”
She giggled. 'Just curious you understand, that's all.'
Then she added, “Well, maybe not a whole nine inches,
but long and really thick.”
Then she felt my cock grow larger in my hand. “And
what do we have here? Is my talking about fucking
someone else with a big dick getting your aroused?”
We ended up fucking again, but all the time I was
pumping away, I was wondering.
When we had both had an orgasm, her first, she
smiled and tried to re-assure me. “I was just kidding
about the baseball bat sized cock.”
“But still, you fantasize on having a big one?”
“Well, yes..sometimes.”
Well, to maybe satisfy her curiosity I bought Mindy a
dildo which was slightly over eight inches long and
thick, with a head that was slightly larger around
than the shaft.
When buying it, I had made sure that it was not so
thick that it might stretch her to the point where
she would no longer feel good to me. Or vice-versa.
One thing, it looked almost real. The color of it was
almost identical to mine, and it felt almost like
real skin.
I used it on her and we discovered that she really
could not take the length and still be comfortable.
“See honey?” I'm holding onto the end with two fingers
so you don't even have eight inches in you and it is
uncomfortable, so now we know that you couldn't
take that nine you talked about.”
But she liked the way it spread her, and since it was
made with little 'ripples' below the head on the shaft
portion that ran along for a couple of inches, she
loved the way those ripples would work her lips as it
stroked in and out.
So whenever she wanted it, I was the one that would do
the stroking. She complained though that it did not
feel 'warm and natural' like a real cock would. I even
tried holding it in my closed palm beforehand, and
warming it up in a pan with almost hot water, but it
still felt cold and unnatural inside, so she claimed.
Turns out, being some form of realistic looking rubber,
that it would not retain heat.
We ended up in a pattern. About every third time, she
wanted to use it. Whenever we used it, I would be fucking
her with the head and the ripples while she would use her
hand and be masturbating at the same time.
I would fuck Mindy with it for a few minutes, giving her the
first five inches or so, and then I would talk to her
and say things like...'A strange man fucking you, with a
strange cock, a big cock, and it feels so good.”
She would moan and have her orgasm, a pretty good one,
usually. Then, afterward, I would either climb on and cum,
or have her jerk me off while I played with her tits. And
that’s where the fantasy ended. Or so I thought.
Six months later I was typing at my desk when Mrs.
Henry, our next door neighbor came knocking at my door.
"Can I help you?" I asked as my eyes went over her
ample bosom and back to her face.
Her face? Not bad, but on Mrs. Henry, it was her boobs
that you took notice of. Her ass looks great too, but
those boobs...
Mrs Henry saw my quick glance at her tits. "I hope so,” she
replied with a little smile. Our computer crashed and is
totally useless. My son, Ben needs to finish his finals
paper or he will fail his class.
May we borrow your computer? He could just sit at
it for awhile. He says it won't take too long."
I knew Ben well. He was our 16 year old neighbor. Ben
was 6 foot tall and a typical lazy teenager. He was
failing nearly all of his classes and didn’t care.
He was not one of my wife’s students but all the teachers
knew of his reputation. He thought his height, curly
blonde hair and boyish good looks would get him
everything he needed in life.
"I am working on my computer but he can use my wife’s
computer," I responded. Go home and send him over.”
Within minutes Betty was back with Ben in tow.
Ben seemed hesitant, but he asked. “When I finish it, I
need to print it out. Can I do it on your wife's printer?
I'll replace the paper I use, it will only be three or four
sheets.”
“The paper will be no problem. Come on in and I'll show
you how her printer works.”
Actually, I could care less about the paper. I didn't say
anything to Ben about it, but most computer buffs know
that it is those danged ink cartridges that are a pain in
the ass. They never have enough ink, they run out at
the wrong time, and they are expensive to replace.
Mrs. Henry told me that she would prefer that I call her
by her first name, Betty. She thanked me and promptly left.
As she walked away, I stared at a great ass and thought
again of fucking her.
Ben, I am sure, saw me looking.
I took Ben into my wife's study and showed him briefly
how the printer worked. He went right to work.
I returned to my own office, sat at my own keyboard and
typed away. Almost an hour later I remembered I had a
chore to do. I would have to leave and so would Ben.
I was going to open the door and tell him he had to leave.
But before I opened the door, I decided to see if he was
looking up porn.
You see, my wife's PC has a big 21 inch high definition
screen, and anything you blow up on there is in great
detail.
I peeked in the far entrance to my wife’s office near
the computer. Sure enough, my suspicions were confirmed.
But I was stunned at what I saw. Ben was masturbating
while looking at a spread-legged picture of some chick
with huge tits. That is not what stunned me. What stunned
me was the size of his cock.
It was hard to tell exactly from my angle and also he
was in a seated position but he had to be at least 8.5
to 9 inches long and thick, thicker than my wife's dildo
even in the shaft, and in his seated position his even
fatter cock head was going up well past his belly button.
This was an impressive piece of manhood!
I immediately thought of his mother, with those magnificent
tits. I had been wondering about fucking her, but now
that I had seen what Ben possessed, I gave up on fucking
his mother. If it was a case of like father like son, she
would have no reason to look at me.
Also, Ben had something else I didn't possess. He had
a foreskin, and he was running it up over the head and
back with each stroke.
I envied him not only for the size of his prick, but also
for the way he was able to run his hand up so far, in effect
being able to take full-length strokes over his cock.
I'm circumcised, and I know that the only way to really
go up over my head consistently with my hand while
jacking off is if I use some kind of lubricant. But
I could readily see that Ben did not have to deal with
that problem.
I stood back so he couldn’t see me and watched while
he continued stroking his hard donkey dick. I even wondered
what it must be like to have a cock like that with a
foreskin and be able to stroke it.
I think he was getting close to cumming because he began
leaning his upper body back, probably so his jizz would
not spurt onto his shirt.
To be honest, I had something in mind and I wanted to
see him cum to see how far he would shoot and how thick
his jizz would be.
If he happened to be in my wife and shooting his load, I
would not see what was coming out, so I wanted to see it
now. Of course I was only speculating that something like
that might happen involving my wife.
I'm not gay, but my dick was erect as I watched. I mean, like
you know, I was picturing that penis being inside my wife and
my seeing her cumming hard.
I figured another minute and he would be done. But I was startled
by a knock at the door. Ben heard it too and quit jacking off.
I saw him rise to zip up as I headed away. Boy did that
thing ever jut forward when he stood up.
I went around and answered the door. It was his mother
returning to check up on her son. This time I mostly
stared at her face, while at the same time I was wondering
if she had ever seen her son's cock since he had started
reaching adulthod.
I yelled for Ben and he came to the door. His mother was
despondent over his grades, but when she asked him he
replied that he had finished the project. With that, he produced
four sheets.
I was surprised. He must have gotten right to the paperwork
so he could get right to looking at porn.
While she was complaining, I was looking at her, at
her tits, and thinking about what I would be missing. But
already the wheels were spinning in my head where my
wife and this young stud were concerned.
"Maybe my wife could help him Mrs. Henry. She is a teacher
at your son's school. I‘ll ask her tonight," I said thinking
that this was the perfect excuse to get this horse hung
stud and my wife together.
"That would be great. I don’t want him to repeat the
11th grade," she said. Then she added, “Remember now,
you don't need to call me Mrs. Henry. Betty is just fine
with me.”
I wondered if she was giving me a signal that I could maybe
make a pass at her, but I kept thinking about the cock her
husband might be feeding her. Like I said, like father, like
son?
“O.K., Betty,” I said with a smile. This time I somehow
avoided looking at her tits. She thanked me and Ben and they
left to go home. But again I stared at her ass as they
walked away. I needed to get somewhere, but I took the time
to look.
That night while teasingly playing with my wife's body as
we laid together in bed, I told my wife about what I had seen
including the size of Ben's cock, but I left out the detail of his
not being circumcised. I wanted her to discover that for herself.
Mindy's eyes were big. “So he was sitting at my computer and
yanking off?”
“Yes,” I repeated, 'He was staring at a photo of some chick
with big tits and her legs wide open. It was a pretty hot shot
for a young man to see, and he was displaying a really big
cock.”
“Bigger than my dildo?”
“It looked like it. Bigger around in the shaft, and longer.”
“Wow.”
“The head on his cock was even wider than the shaft. It was
hard to tell from my angle, but it looked like he might have
almost nine inches.”
“And he is barely 17. Shit, he might grow one that is
even bigger. Her eyes grew ornery. “Would you have
yanked off to that photo?”
I smiled my innocent smile. “No dear. I have you.”
Then I asked her what she thought about at some time in
the future fucking Ben and his monster rod. She was
intrigued but scared that she might lose her job if
anyone found out. "What if he freaks and tells on me?"
she asked.
I said that her main worry, him being a young man, was
not that he might tell the administration, but rather he
might brag to his buddies.
I had a solution to this problem. She would not fuck
him, instead, just check him out and maybe play with
it. That would be the test. Then we would wait for
awhile and if he didn't tell anyone, then maybe the
next time she could go a little further.
Mindy agreed that it would be alright if I hid in a
closet while Ben and my wife played around. If things
went fine then I'd receive a hell of a treat with a perfect
view of my wife playing with prickzilla.
But if Ben freaked and tried to report my wife, I could
say I was home and witnessed that nothing happened.
The next evening approached when she was supposed to
‘tutor’ Ben. He was due in 30 minutes and I could see
that my normally calm little wife was nervous. I tried
re-assuring her, saying that I would be close by if
anything went wrong.
“It's not that. I'm not afraid of him, it's just that
I will be the one making the first moves, and I'm not
sure I can do that. It will be really embarrassing.”
“Just let things flow baby If he is the horny type like
I think he is, it won't be that hard to get some action
going.”
She nodded and said that she would wear a fairly short
skirt that would show her nice legs and no bra with her
tight white sweater.
Fifteen minutes later Mindy came back into the living room,
and I could see that not only had she changed her clothes,
but she had applied some makeup, including a shade of
red lipstick that complimented her skin tone and hair.
There was no doubt. My wife looked hot! She planned to
tutor him while he sat on the couch then maybe make her move.
I was beginning to have my doubts now about the wisdom of
doing this. “You're not going to fuck him, right?”
“No dear. Just play a little and see what he is packing.”
'Remember, you're a teacher at his school, so for now you
won't give away too much. You won't let him see your body,
not your tits, or touch them. You are just going to check
him out, right? You're seeing him, but he won't know anything
about your bod, at least not yet.”
“Yes dear. I understand.” She thought for a minute. “He
might say something like, 'show me yours and I'll show
you mine,' then what should I do?”
“I sighed. “If it comes to that, I guess you can raise
your sweater. But remember, show him, not let him touch
them. You touch him, that's all. Remember, we are taking
a risk in that he might blab to someone.”
Mindy nodded, “I understand.”
I would have a perfect view from the closet of both of them.
For tonight, she assured me once again that that she was
only going to give him a hand job or, if she was really
excited and he seemed clean, a blow job.
“But what if I get really excited and he seems like he
can keep his mouth shut and won't tell anyone. What should
I do then?”
I could tell that she was thinking beyond just checking
out Ben's cock. It was looking like she might not be able
to control herself, this my wife and the cool calm teacher
in the classroom.
I reminded her that if she became very aroused and felt safe
about going ahead with the sex act that we had condoms in
the drawer. My wife is on birth control but there is always
the fear of some disease.
“I probably won't be needing them,” she giggled.
Little did I know what she had meant by that. I hid in
the closet as I heard the doorbell ring. I was ready
for the fun to begin!
Fortunately, he came alone. "Hi Ben. Ready to go to work?”
“Yes ma'am. Where's your husband, Mrs Randall,” Ben asked
as his eyes took in my wife's chest, which the sweater barely
concealed?
“I saw his car out front."
Shit! I had forgotten to move the car, but my wife handled
it well.
"He is upstairs sick in bed. Have a seat and we'll get
right to work," my wife responded.
The first half hour or more was genuine instruction in
English Literature. I have to give my wife credit. Starting
out, she played it pretty straight and professional. She
never sat too close to Ben and only allowed her skirt to
slide up her thighs about halfway.
At one point she got up and went to the kitchen to get
iced tea for both of them. I saw that his eyes were on
her ass as she walked away, and on her tits as she returned.
When my wife resumed her seat, I noticed immediately that she
had plopped down closer to Ben. It was only a couple of inches
but closer. Also, while bending to sit, she did not hold onto
her skirt, so when her butt hit the couch, her skirt was way
up on her thighs. Of course, I told myself, she could not
hold onto her skirt with two glasses in her hands.
But after handing a glass to Ben and sitting hers down, she
did not bother to adjust her skirt. It stayed high on her
thighs. Like me, Ben did not miss her better display of
legs.
Of course, during the instruction I was watching Ben’s eyes
wander many times to my wife’s sweet nipples as they
visibly poked through her sweater. I waited impatiently
for something to happen.
Another 30 minutes passed, and it was obvious that whatever
my wife planned, she was being a teacher first and getting
the instruction out of the way.
I was getting bored and had quietly seated myself down
in the closet until my wife uttered the magic phrase to Ben.
"Let’s take a break."
Ben agreed and I immediately stood up in the closet for
a better view. As she reached with her right hand for her
half full glass, she reached out and put her left hand on
his right thigh and made small talk as they sat next
to each other on the couch.
I knew that my wife placing her hand on him had taken a lot
of nerve for her to do, and Ben appeared ill at ease with
the situation. I could see the frown of surprise on his face.
My wife noticed this too. "You look tense. I think you
need a massage," she blurted out awkwardly as she stood up.
Without hesitation, Mindy moved behind him and began
massaging his broad shoulders with her magical fingers.
For the first time, I saw a noticeable bulge begin to rise
in his jeans.
She saw it too. Ben had a hard on and since we had agreed
that my wife was to just see his cock and maybe jack him off,
that all she needed to do now was get that bulge out where she
could see it.
But instead of just getting it out, she used a tactic that, when she
said some things, would be a form of cuckodling me and
wounding my pride. Possibly she was using this to tell me in
her own way, that my cock just didn't get it done for her.
Of course, her using the dildo had already pretty much put the
message out there.
"Ben, you may be failing English Literature, but you're not
stupid. We all have our weaknesses," my wife continued.
'Oh oh, weaknesses,' my wife had said. I knew this was hard
for her to do, starting something, but with her use of the
word 'weakness,' I knew it was going to be sexual.
I was thinking that her next lines would be about how she was
sometimes tempted and that was her weakness. But she went in
a different direction.
"My husband for example,” she continued, “is a good man but he
simply cannot please a woman sexually, at least not this woman.”
Oh. Thanks a lot dear. Thanks for using me. Make a pass
and put your husband down in the process. There are better
ways to seduce a young man. I was upset, but kept my place
and watched.
She paused after dumbly saying something she maybe should
not be saying about her husband, and Ben raised his head to
look at her and said “Really? He doesn't satisfy you?”
She knew I was listening and now she had to answer. “Yes,
I mean, no, he doesn't.”
Then she seemed to gather up her nerve and went on. 'I
can see that bulge in your trousers. You need to relax.
How about letting me relieve some of that tension.”
She bent forward till her mouth was next to his ear.
“How does a nice, wet blow job sound?"
Already, without checking him out, she had decided to
go beyond just a hand job. I was surprised with her term
'wet' blow job. I had never heard her use that to me.
"Great” Ben responded eagerly as he turned his head
and almost received a nipple poke in the eye. “But
what about your husband?"
"He’s asleep. We will hear him if he wakes up," she
responded while winking at me in the closet. My wife
came back around to the front of Ben and knelt her
small frame between the knees of this 6 foot
tall teen and massaged his stiff cock through his
jeans.
“We need to see what this is all about,” she giggled.
She slowly unzipped him and undid his jeans as
he slumped back in the chair. My wife moved to the side
as Ben pulled them off in a hurry.
Now, with his jeans off, he could spread his legs and
more of his equipment would be readily available.
A very large bulge was visible under his orange boxer
shorts. I thought she would just go ahead and yank his
shorts down, but my wife took the time to rub the
considerable lump in his boxers first and then began to
pull them down.
"I see you are gifted in other ways," she said.
Ben pulled his butt up from the couch so my wife could
remove his shorts. She tried at first to pretend she wasn’t
impressed and turned on by the size of his thick prick
but her saucer sized eyes told a different story. Then
she came out with it.
“Wow, Ben. I'm surprised!”
I knew she was expecting to see something large so either
she was pretending for Ben, or he was even larger than
she had visualized in her mind from my description.
His penis extended midway up his torso and her hand barely
fit around his gigantic shaft.
“You're not circumcised,” she said excitedly. She took
a few minutes to admire it and leisurely moved her hand
up and down the length of his fat pole.
“It's so easy to stroke,” she breathed softly.
“Your husband doesn't have a foreskin,” Ben asked?
“No. And I like this.” Then she moved her head close,
and ran her tongue all around his head, and in the
process, coating his head with saliva. This was the
beginning of her 'wet' blow job, apparently.
I was watching Ben's face and could see the look of
both glee and lust in his expression. I knew what he
was thinking, of how his neighbor's wife, the woman
he had been dreaming of, was now admiring and lusting
for his cock.
"Oh yeah baby. I have dreamed of this day for years,"
Ben sighed.
"Really?" My eager spouse answered as she ran her
tongue down and up the length of his shaft. "How many
years?" she asked as she opened wide and began bobbing
up and down quickly on his thick cock head.
"I remember when you substitute taught for us when I
was in eight grade. That night I went home and had my
first ever wet dream about you.”
“Wet dream? You mean you came in your sleep? What was
the dream about? Do you remember?”
“Yes. I dreamt that we were in class alone and you
straddled me in the chair right in the middle of the
classroom.”
He started to go on, but my wife interrupted.
“You dreamed that I straddled you? But you were
still so young. How big was your penis when you
were in the eighth grade?”
He smiled. “It was already past seven inches. I was
measuring it on a daily basis.”
Then my wife made me mad again when she told him, “Wow
Ben, in the eighth grade and already bigger than my husband.
If I had straddled you then, it would have felt so good.”
Shit! My wife had not only put me down for size but she had
just implied that she wanted to fuck him.
Ben smiled, an insolent superior smile it looked like to
me. “Since then I have dreamt about this moment. I jerk
off while peeking out my window whenever I see you."
I knew my wife and being a secretly desired woman was
one of her deepest fantasies. Ben was fulfilling it
without even knowing! She couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Ben, you have been waiting far too long for me to straddle
you.”
She stood with his rock hard shaft in her hand and
using her other hand she lifted her dress and straddled
Ben in preparation for inserting his bat sized prick
into her vagina.
I was surprised when she raised her skirt. My wife was not
wearing panties! I had not thought to ask her. If I had
known, I would have been forewarned that she already
planned to take this further than I had wished.
“Oooooh fuck!” I was shocked to hear that language coming
from my wife and not Ben. But I can understand why she
used the 'F' word. At that moment she was spreading her
lips over his cock, and I mean way out.
“Oooh. It's good that I got everything got all wet first.”
She then put her hands on his chest and used her legs to
regulate his depth as she eased lower.
"Ben, just sit back and live out your fantasy," my wife
insisted as she felt all that warm meat Ben possesses
penetrate all the way to the end of her unprotected cunt.
Yeah, after she had buried his cock, then I remembered that
she had not taken the time to apply a rubber.
To add emphasis to the fact that she was bottomed out, she
rubbed her groin against his. “That feels so good, Ben.”
“Oh shit,” Ben replied excitedly. “You're all the way down
on it. I dreamed of this but you're so small I didn't think you
could actually do it.”
“Me neither. I didn't know before how deep I go inside
but apparently it's deep enough. It feels good Ben. Now
grab my tits.”
Yes, Ben was so inexperienced that she even had to tell
him to touch her breasts. But he did, and eagerly as his
hands went up and under her sweater. Now he knew all my
wife's secrets, the woman he had been fantasizing over.
“Do you realize Ben that you are inside a married woman,
someone else's wife, and you are deeper into her and stretching
her further than she has ever been stretched?
“That's all I can think about!”
“Tell me Ben, have you ever fucked a girl before?”
“No ma'am. You're the first. Wait, let me take that back.
You're my first woman. I have played with girls.”
“Mmmm, I'm glad to hear that Ben. Your first woman fuck
and my first strange fuck, and on top of that, on top of you
(giggle) it turns out to be a big cock.”
“Your first strange fuck? You mean that you've never fucked
anyone but your husband?”
“That's what I said Ben. You're my first. I guess this is a big
day for both of us.”
“These are really nice tits, Mrs Randall.” Then he pulled
his hands away for a minute, and moving them down,
wrapped his fingers around her ass.
“I've always wanted to feel your ass too. Fuck! It's a nice
one,” he said as he ran his hands all over her ass cheeks and
then placed his hands back onto both breasts.
“Ben, whenever we are alone together, you can call me
Mindy. Now go ahead Ben, touch anything you like. It's
all there for you to explore.”
“Explore? Yes, I plan to do lots of exploring.” His voice
was growing more confident now as he slowly began to
realize that this woman was more than willing.
It was really erotic to see what Ben did next as he, using
the fingers of his right hand, ran them around her ass and
felt all around her pussy, exploring and feeling how her
inner lips were tightly stretching around his thick shaft.
I don't know how to describe what I was seeing, but it
was like Ben was learning something more about my wife,
something very intimate and special as he was feeling her
lips all stretched out like that, and it was a feeling I knew that
only he could experience.
My wife moaned, and as I watched, she sort of slowed
her pumping so that he could better explore their combined
body parts. I could see also that his fingers were getting
extremely wet and shiny as her juices began to flow
even more than before.
When he had quit feeling around, my wife told him to
bring his fingers back around, and she took his hand and
actually placed his fingers into her mouth as she tasted his
and hers combined juices!
Seeing that made my heart pound. Apparently I had
married some kind of fuck slut. I knew my wife liked sex,
but until now I had no idea exactly how much.
And then my wife said something that sort of pissed me
off inside, but there was nothing I could do at the moment
since if I made my entrance from out of the closet, Ben
would know that I had been watching all the time.
“You own me Ben. For now my body is for you to possess,
you are making modifications in my body and only you
are capable of doing this.”
“Yessss...all mine.” From then on, Ben alternated between
feeling her tits and her ass, sometimes doing it at the same
time using both hands.
As I listened to my wife moaning and saw her stretched
lips being tugged one way or the other as she moved up
and down, hundreds of questions filled my mind. ‘If she
had to do this, feel Donkey Dick, why didn’t she grab a condom?’ ‘
But I think most of all, I was thinking, ‘Will she have
her best ever orgasm(s)with him, even better than her dildo
and will she ever be able to enjoy my normal sized cock again?’
Then another question came to mind as I saw my wife begin
kissing Ben as she placed her lips over his and sucked
hungrily on his tongue or whatever she could reach.
Now that kissing really bothered me. I had not thought
of that in advance. Kissing passionately was more than
just physical in my mind, especially when I heard my wife
let out a long groan and I knew that she was cumming.
She had stopped in the middle of a long stroke and was
now stopped halfway down on his shaft and she was
visibly trembling, her entire body shaking as she groaned
through a long orgasm.
I could see her lips, and they had turned a bright pink
as she orgasmed around his warm meat.
Never before had she cum this quick, not while I was
eating her, not while she was masturbating as I fucked
her with the rippled dildo, and of course nowhere near
this fast when I was actually fucking her.
And it was a long and strong orgasm too, and I knew that
my cock and her dildo had just been overwhelmed by Ben's
massive meat.
Her ass had even turned shiny from sweat, and I could see
more sweat now starting to run down from her lower back.
Wanting more, she began pumping again, taking him
full length.
“I'm gong to cum. Stop!” Ben was holding onto her
ass and breathing hard.
Mindy stopped and tried to catch her breath from just
having an intense orgasm. “Yes, I want you to hold back
so I can cum again.”
She waited ten seconds, then, “Ready?”
“Yes, do it.”
She had barely began again when Ben gripped her tits
and said, “It's no use. I'm going to cum in just a
minute or so.”
Buried, she stopped again and waited, this time longer.
While waiting, she knew not to kiss, but I could see that
she was running her lips, nose, entire face all around
the area of his neck and ear. I would call those
moves affectionate, as in, loving.
“O.K. Now try again.”
She began pumping, even harder than before. I was
unzipping my fly and enjoying the view. This time I planned
to cum with Ben, and I was hoping that my wife would
be cuming at the same time.
I snapped back to reality as I heard Ben, about two or three more
minutes into the fuck, pull his lips away from hers and
start almost yelling.
"I’ve never been with a woman before and this is so hot!
Your pussy is really tight and if you don't stop, I’m going
to cum in a minute!" he yelled.
At this point, I decided, he isn't all that worried about me
hearing him from up in my bedroom. But my wife, not
wanting him to cum yet, stopped yet again. She looked
into his eyes.
“A woman,” my wife asked playfully?
No, I meant girls. They were all just girls until you.”
“How many girls?”
“Just two. And one of them I couldn't get it in.”
“That poor girl,” my wife giggled.
“It was Mary Tyler. She couldn't even take it far enough
for me to get the head in.”
“Mary Tyler? She seems so shy and she's so small. I'm
surprised that she would even allow you to try. Just out
of curiosity, how are her tits? They look small under the
clothes she wears.”
I knew that my wife was testing him to see how much he
would reveal. One thing, it would allow her to know if
he was actually telling the truth about Mary Tyler, but also
how much he might blab about his sex life to others.
“I know I shouldn't be talking about her, but it just
came out since you have me so turned on. I've never said
anything to my buddies about her. Her breasts are smaller,
a little bit smaller than yours, but they are still pretty
nice.”
“Did she actually see your cock, or just feel you trying
to stick it in.”
“She had her hand on it first, and said she didn't want
to do it. But I was pushy and she allowed me to get between
her legs. But it wouldn't go in, not even a little ways.”
“Was she a virgin?”
“I think so, and she still is unless someone else has gone
there.”
“Did you have her jack you off?”
He seemed surprised. “How did you know?”
She smiled. “It's the next obvious thing. So, did she?”
“Yes, and I came all over her skirt. Shit I really shot a load.
She didn't know enough to aim it away.”
My wife giggled. “Well, she'll know better the next time.
Mary seems so sweet. But now that I'm on you, all I can
say about her is, she doesn't know what she missed.”
She began pumping again, and I noticed that my wife was
continuously taking him all the way to the bottom, further
than she claimed she could comfortably take with the dildo,
and I wondered how and why.
“Now you can let it go, Ben” And she started kissing him.
'Let it go? I was thinking. Come on baby, don't allow him
to cum in you! Let's watch him cum together.'
Within seconds he grabbed my wife’s hips as she pumped.
I grabbed my hard cock and started jacking furiously. Too
late, for me. With a loud groan Ben started emptying a
monster load of semen deep into her waiting pussy.
'Shit, he's coming already.' I hadn't even had time to
have my own climax because I had been enjoying seeing my
wife's pussy being manipulated by all that man meat and I
had been holding back.
“Oh Ben, I could feel you coming, every single throb of
that big cock. You really came hard you sweet thing.”
Again my wife started kissing him madly, but I could tell
now that his ardor had cooled.
Then my wife stunned me by rising up off his manhood
and going down on his pole and licking him clean. She worked
her way up and down his shaft twice, missing not a drop, and
then ran her tongue all over his pubic hair until he was
totally cleaned up.
A cup of cum, an entire cup? It had looked like it there was
so much, and whatever the amount, my wife swallowed it all.
What was funny was his pole drooping down until it
almost met her face while she was licking through his hairs.
She sat up, he rose to zip up, and she smiled and said,
“Thank you Ben.” My wife was thanking him!
Then she said something that I considered to be vital,
and I was glad that she had remembered.
“Ben, if you want this to continue happening, you don't
tell anyone, no one including your buddies. If you do, the
word, I guarantee you, will get back to me. So, can you
keep a secret”
“Oh, yes ma'am.”
O.K. Ben. Then another day, sometime in the future, we
can have a repeat performance. Just be sure to keep this
a secret between you and me.”
“Yes ma'am!”
“Mindy. Whenever we are alone.”
“Yes ma'am....Mindy!”
Seeming unsure of himself, he then excused himself and
went home. My wife placed a hand over her dripping cunt,
his cum was pouring out now, and smiling as she glanced
toward the closet, headed for the bathroom.
Afterward, I confronted my wife about not using a
condom. She was nonchalant and said it was an ‘oversight’
and that he wasn’t all that big. I suspected she was
lying in order to sooth my feelings of jealousy.
After that we went back to normal. She supposedly was
not seeing Ben on the side, but I could tell, sometimes
when I was fucking her, she might be thinking of him.
I asked her once right in the middle of a fuck, and she
admitted that it had been 'fun' with Ben.
“Have you heard anything at school or received any strange
looks from the boys, or anything like that?”
“No, I don't think Ben has told a soul.”
Well, maybe I'll let you get together with him again. We
just have to figure out a way to get him over here without
his parents knowing.”
I'd love that.”
But two days later a school official caught her on her
knees in Ben's car giving him a blow job. What was worse,
when my wife popped her head up the man who caught her
had a good look at my wife's breasts since her sweater was
pulled up and he also saw Ben's penis.
The word probably went all around among the office personnel
about how Mrs Randall had her tits out and had been drooling over
some student's big cock.
The administrators did not take it to the police. They had already
gone through one teacher/student scandal and did not want another.
So they allowed my wife to resign with a good evaluation. That
meant that she could still teach but not in this county. So she
wanted to move, and I saw no reason to be leaving my long
established and secure job for her new and lower paying job
somewhere else.
I said, stay here and I think we can do well enough with just
my salary, but she would have none of it.
So she left me and teaches in another community halfway
across the state. Ben dropped out of school and moved in
with her. He stocks shelves at a grocery store now.
Looks like they have a bright future to look forward to,
doesn't it?
Me? Well, when Ben skipped school and moved in with my wife
Betty came over and cried on my shoulder, and I mean literally
as I held her in my arms and enjoyed the feel of her big tits
against my chest.
Then we separated and took seats. Betty plopped down onto
the couch and I wanted to plop down beside her but instead
sat in a lounge chair opposite her.
Oh I was eyeing her, big time. I had already gotten over any
deep feelings of love or affection for my soon to be ex.
Having your wife leave you and allowing a kid with a bigger
cock to live with her will do that.
As we talked, and thankfully her husband was not along, I
found out that Ben was adopted, not born to Mr. and Mrs.
Henry.
I was elated, because that might mean that Betty's husband
doesn't have a monster dick after all, and I was once again
thinking of getting her into my bed.
It was right then, that I decided to say something wild,
something personal, and sample how she might be thinking.
“You know why I think my wife left me and decided to
continue her little affair with your son?”
She sniffed. “Why? I can't imagine...”
She doesn't know? “It's because he has such a huge cock.
She told me that before she completed her move, said it was
nine inches long and as big around as her wrist.”
Betty stared, maybe embarrased that I had said such a thing
to her face, but also because maybe she really didn't know.
“I...I had no idea. I never saw him naked after maybe the age
of six, when he was old enough to take his own baths.”
Now I would throw it out. “I was thinking that he took after
your husband, but I guess whoever his real dad was passed on
that gene.”
Impulsively, she tossed out exactly what I wanted to know.
“Yes, my husband is just...” she looked at me strangely as
she realized how this conversation was going, but she had to
finish the sentence. “He's just average, I guess.”
“Probably the same as me, maybe a little different.”
And what she did next delighted me as she quickly glanced
towards my crotch and then, blushing, back to my face.
Then I said something to maybe establish a 'connection'
between us. “So you wouldn't leave me for a bigger cock?”
I had said me instead of...'your husband.'
She started stuttering. I n...n...never h...had another m...man,
only my husband.” Her voice returned to normal towards the
end. “So I really couldn't know. But it would have to take a
lot more than just a....a man's size before I would leave my
husband.”
That was when I admitted something to Betty that I had never
told my bowling buddies. “I've never been with another
woman, either.”
She nodded. “That's nice, I guess. Or...maybe not so nice
now that you don't have your wife anymore.”
I decided to go for the gold. “So you wouldn't leave your
husband for something like that, but how about just having
an affair with someone for fun, no matter the size?”
That was when she looked at me hard, like she was seeing
me in a new light. With a sigh, she asked, “Are you asking?”
Then she hesitated, “I mean, asking me if you and I...?”
I nodded slowly and stared into her eyes. “I know what you
might be thinking, that I am feeling bad over losing my wife
and needing someone, but the truth is, the rest of the truth is
that I have always wondered about you, even before this
came about.”
I saw her swallow, hard. “You should maybe think about
this first. Give it a little time.”
“Where you are concerned, I have already given it all the
time needed. It might be you who needs time to think
about it since you still have a husband.”
“Well, to tell the truth, my husband and I hardly ever have
sex anymore...” She was thinking about it now, I knew.
“We could try that, just have sex for fun without any of
the emotional involvement.”
“But what if we become involved? Women are like that
you know, they sometimes want more than just...sex.”
I smiled broadly. “Well, I am free!”
“I'll think on it. I...I'd better go now. My husband will be
home soon.”
“Hug me goodbye?”
She was standing now and so was I. She seemed to
be hesitating, as if afraid to be that close to me, so I
reminded her. “We've already hugged once,” I said,
reaching out for her.
“Sure!” And she moved into my waiting arms.
The odds of our getting things together look pretty good
since while she was pressing her chest against mine, I was
tenderly holding her and allowed my hands to slide down
onto her ass. She didn't seem to mind.
I wanted to move her head around so that I could meet her
lips with mine, but she moved away first. Then, before I
had time to think that this might go no further, she seemed
to reconsider and moved back against me.
We kissed, tender at first and then with a little more passion
as our tongues came into contact. Fuck it was perfect. I stand
maybe four inches taller than her and I barely had to lower
my head to reach her.
It lasted maybe fifteen seconds and already I was hard. I pulled
her lower half up against me and I think she felt it before she
moved away the second time.
“We can talk later,” she said, smiling shyly as she left my
house. I nodded hopefully and kept staring into her eyes
until Betty had turned and gone out the door.
Men, be careful what fantasy you wish for... you may
get more than you bargained for. In my case, the first fantasy
got out of hand. But this new one I think, is going to work out
quite well.
Her husband might turn out to be a little larger, a little smaller,
maybe the same exact size, but I don't think it is going to matter.
I can tell, she needs some steady good fucking, and I am
perfectly capable of providing that.
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