First, a little about our sexual histories. My wife is thirty-nine years old and very attractive, with dark hair, green eyes and a great smile. It is not uncommon for her to be the best-looking woman at any function we attend. In addition, she has a bubbly, cheerleader personality that just draws people to her. She is a career woman, and we have no children by choice.
Her first sexual experience was with her high-school boyfriend, a big football star, and big in another way too: he was endowed with an eight-inch penis. From the start, she loved to fuck, and had orgasms the first time they had sex. When she finally broke up with him in college, she couldn't believe how small other men's penises were compared to his. When she confided in her friend Cheryl, she found out that five- and six-inch cocks were the norm, and that she'd been lucky that her first lover had been so big. Don't get me wrong—she enjoyed fucking men, and had no problem having orgasms with cocks of any size. She just felt that bigger is better.
In college she worked summers at the beach, and shared a house with her friends. She had a boyfriend back home, but had the hots for a lifeguard who went through girls as fast as they threw themselves at him. When it was her turn, she found him well-endowed, with a set of big balls she just loved. Then they had sex. He only lasted about one minute, and then went to sleep. When his performance was identical the next two times, she gave up on him. He taught her that a big cock doesn't automatically mean a good fuck.
She became involved with another lifeguard. One rainy afternoon they were in her room fucking, when one of her roommates knocked on the bedroom door to tell her that her boyfriend from back home had just arrived for a surprise visit. They hid the lifeguard in another bedroom just as her boyfriend walked into her room. Guess what he wanted to do? That's right—fuck. So she did, just a few minutes after having another man's cock in her pussy!
After college, she and Cheryl got an apartment together. That winter, they went on a Club Med vacation. One morning, after spending the night fucking a guy in his room, Amy entered her room to find Cheryl having a morning ménage à trois with two guys she'd spent the night with. They didn't hear or see her at first, and it was obvious to Amy that Cheryl was loving it. When they talked about it later, Cheryl told Amy that the sex had been fantastic. From that time on, Amy always knew in the back of her mind that she wanted to have a three-way, but never really thought she would have the opportunity. It became her main fantasy.
The next year she started grad school and met Sean. He was a big man, with big hands and feet, and his cock was huge: eight and three-quarters inches long! Amy nicknamed Sean's penis “Trigger.” Sean wasn't like that lifeguard—he was well-hung
and
knew how to fuck. They dated for eighteen months, until Amy realized their relationship was built only around sex. She knew she needed more than just a big cock and great sex to build and sustain a good relationship, so she broke up with him.
By then she was working full-time and going to grad school at night, which didn't leave much time for dating. She went out to the bars and had one night stands when she got horny, but not too often. She ended up meeting Don, a married man. He was an Alec Baldwin look-alike with a nice body, and had quite a reputation as a ladies' man. When he came on to her, she decided to fuck him because he was so handsome. He was modestly hung, at six inches, but he had very big balls. Their affair didn't end until after we met.
As for myself, I have always been considered cute and have had a pretty good sex life. I lost my virginity in the backseat of my father's car, like most men of my generation. My girlfriend was wearing stockings with a garter belt that first time, and I've never forgotten that. A garter belt still excites me to this day. By the time I had my second partner, women were wearing panty hose.
The most erotic experience I ever had before meeting Amy was on a double date in college. My friend and I ended up having sex with our dates in my car. I remember looking into the backseat and being able to watch his cock slide in and out of his date's pussy. I found it incredibly exciting, and often thought about it later on when I masturbated. It's okay to see it in a porn movie, but nothing is more of a turn-on than watching two people fuck in the flesh.
I met my first wife a year out of college, and our relationship was the pits. Our sex life was one of our biggest problems. After we got married, she decided she didn't like to give head, and didn't like this or that position for fucking. I gave her a garter belt and G-string to satisfy my fantasy, and she practically threw it back in my face. She told me only whores wore those, and she wasn't going to “cheapen” herself. When I left, I swore that if I ever married again, my next wife would have a much better attitude about sex.
My best friend at work, who was a stud, got drunk one night and confided his big secret to me. One night he, a coworker and the coworker's wife all got drunk and ended up in bed together. At one point, while he was fucking the wife, the husband was sitting in a chair, looking on and masturbating. The wife told him that her husband got off watching her fuck other men. At the time, I couldn't imagine watching someone fuck my wife and enjoying it—but I had a lot to learn.
A year after I left my first wife, I met Amy at a Christmas party and noticed she didn't have a date. When I asked her friend Lorraine, who worked with me and was married to a friend of mine, about Amy, she encouraged me to ask her out. I did so, and we hit it off. We didn't have sex until about our fourth date, but when we did, it was great. She was very responsive in bed, a real vocal lover given to moaning and yelping while being fucked. Unlike my ex-wife, she loved both giving and receiving oral sex. And when she got horny and wanted to fuck, she didn't like to wait. One night, after we'd just left a party, she had me pull into a lover's lane and we fucked in the car—even though her apartment was just a few blocks away.
Several weeks after we started to have sex, I went out of town to a convention. I was gone five days, and came back a few days early because I missed her and was horny. I called her, but she begged off seeing me that night, saying she'd brought some work home. When I said I would come over and help her, she was emphatic that I not do that, and promised to make it up to me the next night.
The next night she cooked dinner, and we later ended up in bed. She was as responsive as ever, and I assumed she had been as horny as I. Wrong! After we had sex, I went into her bathroom and just happened to glance into her wastebasket. I got quite a jolt. Atop the trash were not one, not two, but three used condoms, and they weren't mine. When I told her about my discovery, she turned about sixteen shades of red. I said something about her “fucking around on me,” and she quickly let me have it. She told me she was unaware that we were in an exclusive relationship, and that who she had sexual relations with was nobody's business but hers.
I was hurt, but over the next several days I realized everything she'd said was true. I had screwed an old girlfriend once after Amy and I had started to date, and didn't feel like it was any of
her
business. I swallowed my pride, called her and admitted she had been right. She apologized for any embarrassment she'd caused me, and said she cared very much for me.
From that point on, everything was fine. I gave her a garter-belt outfit for her birthday and, unlike my ex-wife, she thought it was romantic, erotic and sensuous. She had it on within minutes, and seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.
Several experiences we had during our first eight years of marriage had a bearing on our later sexual practices. One night, after we'd been married about a year, I needed some cold medicine. Amy told me to look in the drawers of her bedside table. When I opened one drawer, I got quite a surprise. I found a vibrator and a box of three dozen condoms, with only about a dozen left. When she saw what I'd found, she stammered that the condoms were from her single days, and that she'd won the vibrator as a door prize at one of those home lingerie parties. She also insisted that she never used the vibrator, which was a lie, as it smelled strongly of cunt.
That night, when we were in the 69 position, I took out the vibrator. Amy asked, “What's the big idea?” But when I started buzzing the tip against her clitoris, she didn't stop me. She enjoyed it and had a tremendous orgasm. The vibrator became a regular part of sex for us. In a way, it was the first time I ever “shared” my wife in bed. The vibrator gave her climaxes that were different, and sometimes more powerful, than those she got from my cock. I found myself very aroused by being able to maximize her pleasure in this way.
The next Christmas I bought her an immense vibrator that looked like a real penis, with veins and a large, wide head. I'd actually bought it for her as a joke, but she enjoyed it even more than the smaller one. She sucked my cock with great vigor and intensity when I used the large vibrator on her, and her orgasms seemed more intense. One night she had a very strong orgasm, and I kidded around with her that someday the vibrator might replace me. She assured me that no toy could ever replace the feel of a real penis. I suggested that if the larger vibrator felt better than the smaller one, and a real cock felt better than the larger vibrator, then it really stood to reason she would love having a huge cock fuck her while she sucked me off.
Taking the discussion further, I said, “I'd love to see you in action if we ever had another man in bed with us.” She laughed and changed the subject. But from time to time after that, we joked around about someday having a threesome. I would fuck her mouth with my cock, and her pussy with the large vibrator, and watch her have orgasm after orgasm, all the while imagining that she was taking on two cocks at once. I remembered my friend's story about fucking a coworker's wife while her husband looked on, and wondered what it would be like to actually watch Amy suck another man's cock, and fuck him with her pussy. Would I be able to handle seeing her with another man? I never discussed it with her, though, because I was scared of what she'd think of my fantasy.
Shortly afterward, Amy and I spent a weekend at the beach with two other couples. One of the couples, Paul and Barb, were among our best friends. Paul is a big man and keeps himself in shape. Over the years, Barb had confessed to Amy that Paul was very well-endowed, but she never said just how big he was. One night that weekend while the six of us were drinking and playing cards, we decided to play strip poker. Paul ended up being the big loser, and after much taunting dropped his underwear. Barb wasn't kidding about him having a big dick. Even I was impressed! Completely flaccid, his cock was as big as mine is when fully erect, and much thicker. He also had the biggest set of balls I'd ever seen. Each one was about the size of a lemon. Amy got a camera and took a picture of him, and we all had a good laugh.
When we went to bed that night, Amy was really hot, screaming, “Fuck me, fuck me hard!” at the top of her lungs every time I thrust into her. I was a little surprised at her behavior, considering that there were four other people in the house who could surely hear her every utterance, but I wrote it off to her being pretty drunk. It wasn't until many years later that she confessed that Paul's gigantic cock had made her so horny, she'd needed a loud, wild fuck.
Several weeks later I came home and found Amy and Barb talking in the kitchen. Lying on the kitchen table between them was the photo of Paul that Amy had taken when he was naked. Both women blushed when they realized I'd caught them talking about his big penis. When Amy and I talked about it later, I asked if she'd ever fucked a large penis like his, and if it felt better than a small one. Of course, my wife told me size meant nothing to her—which was a big lie—and said, “It's the motion of the ocean, not the size of the wave.” She told me not to worry, because I was the best sex partner she'd ever had.
The first eight years of our marriage were pretty typical. Before long our frequency of sex dropped to about a third of what it had been when we were newlyweds. The nights when she dressed up in a garter belt, and the occasions that we used the vibrator, also became less frequent. Our sex had fallen into a boring routine. And then “it” happened.
On a Saturday night a few years ago, we went to the wedding of one of Amy's grad-school friends. There were people there she hadn't seen in years, and we had a great time. One of the people there was Andy. She told me they'd dated a little in school. Andy lived about a hundred and fifty miles away, and had come without his wife, who was home with their sick kids. The party was really just starting when he said he was going to have to head home. Amy and the others urged him to stay and, after getting my permission, Amy told Andy he could crash at our place. He called his wife, and she said it was okay with her.
We got home about midnight and, after a nightcap, I went to bed to rest up for an early golf game. Amy came to bed shortly after, and Andy slept in our guest room. I got up at dawn and was at the golf course by eight o'clock. I quit after nine holes because I'd pulled a muscle in my wrist.
I got home about ten o'clock in the morning, and Andy's car was still there. The garage door was up, and the door into the house from the garage was unlocked just as I'd left it. Little did I realize, when I walked in the house, that both my marriage and my sex life were about to change forever.
As soon as I stepped into the foyer, I thought I heard Amy screaming upstairs. I stopped, heard her again and realized it wasn't a scream of trouble, but one of pleasure. I quietly walked to the bottom of the stairs and listened to what was going on. It took only a few seconds to realize I was listening to her having sex—and that the sound was coming from our guest room.
I only had to walk up about six or seven steps to see the bed, so I did—and got the shock of my life. Amy was completely nude and mounted on top of Andy's cock, riding him in a frenzy. She let out a wail of joy every time she came down on his pole, and ground her pussy hard against him. It was obvious she was in the middle of a huge orgasm, and loving every second of it. She repeatedly lifted herself completely off his cock, then drove herself down on it as hard as she could. The sight was unbelievable! I could see Andy's gigantic cock glistening with Amy's dew every time she raised herself up. Her cunt lips were spread wide like the petals of an open flower. I couldn't see Andy's face, but I saw his hands rubbing my wife's hardened nipples, and knew that he was giving her tremendous pleasure.