“Keep riding my horse, baby,” he grunted. “Keep pumping on my cock! Up and down, Amy, up and down. I want you to work that pussy on my dick until you come and come and come!”
I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing, but I especially couldn't believe that I was getting a huge erection myself! After several more minutes of fucking, Andy came. Amy had one more orgasm and then collapsed on him. Some of his cock was buried inside her, but I could still see about six inches of his fuck-meat sticking out. It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen.
After catching her breath, Amy sat up, still attached to Andy's mammoth prick, and rubbed his chest while slowly moving back and forth. She said the words I can still hear in my mind to this day: “Oh, Andy. You can't believe how fucking good Trigger feels inside me.” At that time, I still hadn't heard the “Trigger” story, but it was obvious that Amy and Andy had once known each other very intimately, and that they'd done some serious fucking in the past. “It's been a long time since I rode one like this,” Amy continued. “Too long—I almost forgot how good a big cock feels.”
“You're probably just horny, as always,” Andy said.
She laughed and replied, “Horny for a big cock like Trigger, you mean. It's been years since I last had a big one, and I've missed it.” Amy scooped up a handful of their combined juices from her cunt and rubbed it all over her face. “God, have I missed it!”
She finally rolled off him, and they lay next to each other. For the next fifteen minutes I got quite an education about my wife's sexual feelings and history—especially about her liking large cocks, and the pleasure only they could give her.
Andy asked her about the size of my penis, and she described it as “normal.” When he asked about our sex life, she paid me a compliment and said I was a good lover for my size, the best she'd ever had. But she followed that up by telling him that it was big cocks like his that really got her off. “You know how it is,” she explained. “There are some places that six inches just can't reach.”
“Have you ever told your husband you have a thing for large cocks?” he asked.
She idly grabbed his cock, soft now but still larger than mine ever got, and said, “No way. I couldn't ever tell him that. It would really upset him, and I don't want to do that. I hope you understand that I really love my husband. We have a good relationship in and out of bed. I hate to say it, but if he only had a big cock like yours, it would be the perfect marriage.”
Then he asked if she'd ever screwed around behind my back. I held my breath, wondering what her answer would be. My heart skipped a beat when she said, “No … not really.”
Andy said, “Not really? Come on, Amy. Either you have or you haven't.”
She then told him about her affair with the man whose used condoms I'd found in her bathroom years ago when we were first dating. I was relieved to hear that, because we weren't married at the time.
But then she told Andy that a few years ago, she and that man ran into each other on the street, and he took her to lunch. They talked about the good sex they'd once enjoyed, and how they were both sorry their relationship had ended so suddenly. Well, before they knew it, they'd each taken the rest of the day off from work, found a motel room and had a nostalgia fuck that lasted the entire afternoon. She laughed and told Andy it was some of the best sex she'd ever had. To emphasize her point, she held her hands wide apart to indicate the size of the man's cock. It wasn't as large as Andy's, but it was still quite a hunk of meat.
She then said that the only reason she felt guilty about that fuck was because the man was a coworker of mine! She identified him by name, and I was stunned! Gregory and I still work together. He and his wife have been to our house several times for parties, and he always asked how Amy was. I thought it was because he was a nice guy. Now I know it was because he'd been dicking my wife!
Amy admitted that sometimes when we made love, she would fantasize that she was making it with Gregory and his horse cock. Andy asked why she didn't just call him up and fuck him again, and she said it was because Gregory and I were good friends, and she wouldn't cheat on me with someone I was close to. She also admitted to doing some crotch-watching at a pool party once to see how some of my other coworkers were hung, but I thought that was pretty normal. Amy concluded the conversation by telling Andy that she missed the variety of having new and different sex partners the way she had in her single days. “That's the down side of marriage,” she lamented.
I couldn't believe it. I was now hearing my own wife say the things I'd heard other married women say to me when I was single and had just fucked them—namely, that they couldn't discuss their sexual feelings and desires because their husbands probably wouldn't understand, and they didn't want to hurt their feelings. It made me sad to think that married couples had such a difficult time being open and honest with each other about sex. I realized that Amy and I had also fallen into that trap, and now I was determined to break free of it.
Andy said he had to leave, but Amy reached down and started to massage his cock and balls. “You can't leave until you fuck me one more time.” With that, she slid down his body, took his cock into her mouth and started to lick and suck him noisily.
I leaned into the wall so she wouldn't see, still unable to believe what was happening. But what I really couldn't believe was that, instead of being upset with her, I was turned on like never before. I peeked around the corner and stared in mute delight as I watched her lick and suck Andy's hairy balls. She held his cock in one hand as she licked up the side of his shaft and around the head. I couldn't believe the size of this guy's prick. With one of her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, at least half of the shaft was still clearly visible above her fingers. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked him in deeper and deeper. With every dip of her head, a little bit more of Andy's massive limb disappeared into her mouth. She was only able to take about five inches of his cock, but that was good enough for Andy. He started to moan, then told her, “You're one hell of a cocksucker!” Amy released him from her mouth, laughed and said, “Well, you've got one hell of a cock to suck.” I couldn't believe I was hearing my very own wife talk to another man like that!
Amy asked if he was ready to give her one last fuck. “I want you to be on top this time,” she insisted. As they moved around on the bed, I ducked back behind the wall where they couldn't see me.
When I peeked around the corner again, Andy was on his knees, sliding a pillow under my wife's ass. (So that's who taught her that trick! I'd always wondered.) He then spread her legs and played with her clit with his left hand while stroking his cock with his right. He then placed that massive shaft of his at the mouth of her pussy, thrust his hips forward and entered her. Amy moaned loudly, bucking her hips while Andy held both of her legs straight out and vigorously humped her.
I couldn't believe how excited I was getting from watching another man take my wife like that. As he fucked her, she grunted like a mating animal and said, “Oh, you feel so fucking good!”
Andy answered her with something like, “You sure do like having a horse cock in you.”
Amy replied, “You know it.” After another minute or so, she finally said, “Andy, don't tease me. Give it to me hard.” And man, did he ever! He stopped for a second to put her legs up on his shoulders, then leaned forward onto his hands. By now Amy was literally screaming, “Don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck me, baby. Come on, fuck me! Fuck me!” In all the years we'd been together, I had never once heard her talk dirty like that.
Now Andy really started to pound into her. After every thrust he took his tool all the way out, then slammed it home as hard as he could. The sight of his cock and balls slamming into her was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen. It was made only better by her screaming, which was so loud, I wondered if our neighbors could hear her. She was so loud I could've been in our first-floor den with the television on and probably would've still heard her screams of pleasure.
Andy was perched on his hands and toes, fucking my wife as hard and fast as he could. The bed frame was banging against the wall, and I began to wonder if it would hold up to that kind of punishment. Andy yelled, “Come, baby! Come for me. Is this the way you like it!”
Amy replied, “Oh, God, yes … give me every fucking inch! Don't stop. Just … don't … stop!”
Well, I lost it. I was so turned on, all I had to do was rub my hard cock a couple of times through my pants and I came. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever experienced. When I was coming, I gasped loudly. Afraid they might hear me, I quickly found my composure and sneaked back down the stairs and out of the house as quietly as I could.
I drove to an abandoned parking lot near our house and cleaned myself off with my handkerchief. But while I had my cock out, I ended up masturbating myself to a second orgasm, thinking about what I'd just seen. I could still hear Amy's lust-crazed voice urging her lover on: “Give me every fucking inch of that tool!” The come poured from my cock like milk from a pitcher. I just drove around for a couple hours before returning home, running the scene over and over again in my mind.
When I got home, Andy was gone and Amy was planting flowers in our front garden. Thinking about what she'd been doing just a couple of hours earlier with another man turned me on even more. For the first time I saw my wife in a brand-new light. Of course, I knew she had fucked other men before we married, but I had never imagined or thought of her as being as responsive in bed with them as she was with me—let alone imagining that she was still capable of fucking other men after we'd been married. She had been absolutely wild in bed with Andy. Not even in the X-rated movies I've seen did the women react as passionately as Amy did that afternoon. I never thought a woman could enjoy sex that much.
That was the important thing I discovered that day. Although I'd never realized it, my wife was truly a sexual animal. While I had lusted after many other women over the years, I'd never thought that my wife was likewise lusting after other men, let alone fucking them. I realized that while she loved me, she had a sexual desire that I couldn't satisfy: namely, her desire for sex with a man who was hung like a horse. I knew that what she'd done with Andy didn't mean she didn't love me. She was just satisfying her desire for monster cock. I also knew that if Andy had an average-size penis, I would've probably only walked in on them having coffee in the kitchen and talking about old times. But he had that big dick, and that's precisely what she'd needed all these years.
I was so turned on that, that night, I ended up fucking her for seven hours straight. Over the next several days I couldn't keep my hands off her. We fucked every night, and got up by six every morning to get in a little more humping before work. She asked me what had gotten into me, and while I didn't tell her, she definitely seemed to be enjoying the fact that my libido had shifted into overdrive. Our sleepy sex life was recharged, and so was our marriage.
COMING CLEAN
The secret is out. Now Amy knows that her husband likes to see his loving lady in action. The lady finds herself loving all the action that's coming her way. And if their vacation activities are any indication, she's going to be a pretty busy woman from now on.
The Wife Watcher revealed how his beloved Amy came to crave the delights that only a well-endowed man can offer. Fantasy and reality finally met when, from the foot of the stairs in their home, he watched and listened to her make explosive love with Andy, the big-dicked lover of her past.—
The Editors
After several days of keeping the secret to myself, I decided to tell Amy what I'd seen. I didn't get the reaction I was hoping for. She begged me for forgiveness and said she would never cheat on me again. It just didn't seem to register with her that I was telling her I had enjoyed it and wanted her to do it again!
Every time I tried to tell her how turned on I was by watching her fuck Andy, she would clam up and say she didn't want to talk about it. This went on until we went to the beach for a week-long vacation. My frustration finally came to a head one day when she tried to shut me up again. I said, “Amy, not talking about this and trying to forget it happened is just stupid. You like big cocks, and I love the idea of you enjoying a great big dick. I know you like a little variety. Well, so do I. And part of that variety for me is watching you fuck another man. Not talking about what happened is the thing that's hurting our marriage—not the fact that it happened.”
I stomped out of our bungalow and went to the beach. An hour or so later, Amy came out and said, “Maybe you're right. I just can't understand how you can get turned on by watching me fuck someone else.” I said I couldn't explain it. That's just the way it is.
Amy pointed out an attractive man who was sunning himself nearby and said, “Would you like if it I took him back to our place and fucked him?”
“I'd love it,” I said.
Amy took a closer took at the guy. She commented to me about his nice buns, his good tan, and the fact that large hands like his often meant a big penis as well. I discreetly rolled onto my side and pointed to my crotch. Amy's eyes grew wide when she realized I had a powerful erection. I said, “That's just from hearing you talk about him!”
“I need to fuck,” Amy blurted.
“Me too!” I replied.
We ran back to the house and screwed like newlyweds for the rest of the afternoon. From then on, I knew there was a good chance that, one day, I could watch her fuck someone else.
For the next couple of months we talked openly about Amy's love of big dicks, and my desire to see her in action with one. I mentioned several men she might seduce, but nothing definite was ever decided. Still, she admitted that the idea sounded interesting, and that she would even consider having a threesome with me and another man.
In September we vacationed in the Bahamas. Our second day there, I got up early in the morning for a round of golf while Amy slept in. I was teamed up with a man named Will. He was a low handicapper like myself, and we had a great game. I couldn't tell from Will's loose golf slacks if he had the kind of large tool my wife loved, but by the eleventh hole I was imagining him having full-throttle sex with her.