We hadn’t been on vacation in ages, so when a family wedding meant an obligatory trip to Phoenix, we decided to get away from the Minnesota winter for a week, rather than just a weekend. But, instead of the quiet resort we were expecting, it appeared there was a convention in town.
The sign on the hotel marquee discretely read “Welcome Big Men’s Club”. My beautiful, but oh so naive wife and I boarded an elevator at the same time as one of the conventioneers. He was perhaps 6’3” and skinny, maybe 170 lbs. That’s five inches taller than me, but 65 pounds lighter. When the elevator became stuck between floors, we were drawn into conversation to pass the time.
The conversation was friendly, perhaps more so than it would have been had my wife and I not been drinking at dinner. Neither of us drinks often, especially my wife. After ten or fifteen minutes my wife pointed at the name tag he was wearing, giggled, then commented, “It would be more accurate if you called it the Tall Men’s Club.”
“Height is not a criterion”, he answered enigmatically.
Confused, she replied, “Well, I didn’t mean to be rude, it’s just that you’re kind of thin.”
“Oh, it’s not thin at all, I assure you,” he replied further.
My heart skipped a beat as I suddenly realized what he was intimating. But my wife was a naïf; I was her first and only lover. Completely oblivious she asked, “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”
He smiled and looked at me. I realized he was asking permission. Incredibly, I found myself saying, “Go ahead and show her.”
My heart suddenly raced. Did I say show her? I meant tell her. And yet I said nothing to correct myself. She was more confused than I; she looked from him, to me, and then back to him, as he unzipped himself and released a flaccid cock at least twice as long, and twice as thick as my erection.
I found myself holding my breath, awaiting her reaction.
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I lost one bet and Tony made me put on this ridiculous lipstick, Jake. Three more lost bets and my blouse was open to the the navel. Another, and I had to remove my blouse. Yet another, and it was my bra. Now he’s putting a blindfold on me, baby. This isn’t good, honey. I just know it isn’t. So, why can’t I stop it? And why do you look just as excited as Tony?
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I was telling Kim how lonely I was with you being on the road, Honey. So she bought me a present. I told her it was inappropriate and ridiculous. Only, well, I got curious. And, so, well, Itried it. Like I knew, it wouldn’t fit. but I…..I kept trying. And then, one day, it was in. Just the head at first, then a little more each day. It….it stretches me so good, Jake. And, this is bad honey. but Kim says it’s a model of a friend of hers. and I…I want to meet him,Jake. I’m….I’m ready for the real thing.
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Cindy squealed in delight. Every orgasm Bill had ever with her had been inside her, and no other man had ever cum in her presence. She’d always felt distanced from Bill’s orgasms. She knew he loved her and desired her. But her lack of sensation had always left her feeling that their sex was something that she was in some undefined way not really a part of. But now, as Bill moaned, and arched, and pumped a veritable fountain of cum from into the air, Cindy knew in no uncertain terms that it was her stroking hand, and her teasing that was the cause. She had no idea where the words came from, but she urged him on, “That’s it, Bill. Cum for me, baby. Ooh, I had no idea it could shoot that high, or that much. I love to see your little guy squirt; I love doing this for you”.
“Oh, That’s so good, Cindy. So good,” were the only words Bill could get out. The only other sounds were unintelligible moans. He’d thought the morning’s orgasm with Kate had been powerful, but this one with Cindy was beyond anything he’d imagined. The first spurt of his cum had shot a good three feet above him, before arcing down to splash on his stomach. The second was almost as powerful, and there were 3 or 4 more before he was reduced to dribbling onto Cindy’s hand. And still she kept pumping him, and encouraging him, until he became too sensitive. Grabbing her wrist he murmured, “Enough Cindy, you’re going to drive me crazy.”, as he pulled her hand off of his penis, and pulled her down for a kiss.
Bill’s kiss was delicious, and Cindy found herself grinding her breasts into her husband’s chest, loving the sensation of her hard nipples against his hairy, powerful pecs. She worried for a moment about her behavior, but she saw only pleasure, love and wonder in her husband’s eyes, and quickly relaxed. “You liked that, huh?” she shyly asked.
He admitted somewhat sheepishly, “I did.” The smirk that Cindy then gave him touched something in him, and he kissed her hard before asking, “You liked that, too, didn’t you? Teasing me like that? What’s gotten into you, Cindy?”
Cindy rose and smiled, and walked into the bathroom. As she did so, she giggled and replied, “It’s not so much what’s gotten into me, as realizing what hasn’t been getting into me.”
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For starters? What do you mean for starters? They get bigger than this? Tony? Really? Oh, geeze Jake, he’s coming to visit this weekend. I wish you hadn’t told me that, honey. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off him. Even though this is the first I’ve ever had, I already know I like, no I love, ‘em big, Jake.
Tell me this is going to make you happy, too. Oh, this is going to be so much fun!
Naive Wive “Cockstruck”:
I love you, Jake, but it’s pretty obvious this isn’t you. A finger on the top, my thumb underneath, these strokes would be pretty much covering the entire length of your cock, wouldn’t they? When we made the bet, I wondered at the wording of my forfeit, “Get naked, wear a blindfold and stroke a cock.” Did you really think I didn’t notice you said “a cock” rather than “my cock”?
I’m naive, honey, not stupid. Naive, but curious, Jake, You’ve talked about how small you are for so long, baby, I just had to find out. And I like it honey. I like it a lot. I like being naked for another man. I like having his cock in my hand. I like being….being a slut.
Oh, and Jake? anytime you want to win another game of Scrabble, just offer me another bet I’d like to lose.
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I can’t believe you like watching me do this, Jake. I can’t believe I’m doing it. I had no idea cock’s this big existed. And I had no idea I could ever be this turned on. I guess as long as it excites both of us, it’s ok, But I don’t think I should do more than just stroke it and lick it.
Or should I, honey?
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I looked over at my husband.
"This what you wanted?" I asked. "To see someone we barely know stuff your wife’s mouth with cock?"
"Yessssss," he hissed, his eyes burning with lust.
"And I suppose you want him to finish on my face?"
He just groaned, so I added, “You want to see him cum all over your Slut Wife’s face?”
And as the UPS guy did just that, I could see the geiser of my hubby, going off like Ol’ Faithful, in the corner…
I’ve had this exact fantasy so long, it’s like the OP is reading my mind.
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