I did not get to see the PC Doc next time he came to the house. According to Stella his monthly visits were scheduled on a Friday. That's my busy shopping day.
A delight to see how happy my wife is with married life. She manages to hide her disappointment in having to do without sharing the joys of sex with me when in I'm in my rampant mood. It's a problem resulting from my stupidity with the coffee.
Our joint efforts had successfully helped Doc but only poor Stella suffered the consequence; her vagina forced wide open by his powerful prick. I felt a bit humiliated that my more modest equipment would now wander loose inside her. So no excitement for Stella and she suggested I should play with myself for a few weeks. Eventually all would be perfect again for us both.
Time passed and our loving relationship continued unchanged. Whenever I asked, Stella assured it would not be long before I could test my penis in her love nest.
A visitor, Percy came to stay one weekend to attend a physical training course at the local college. He's a friend of Stella's brother. She said Percy is a really nice young man, very tall and a keep fit fanatic.
That first evening of his stay, I came in from the kitchen after washing up the dinner plates. I overheard my wife asking Percy to show his muscles. Off came his shirt displaying rippling torso with prominent pecks. Stella fascinated, ran her hands over his chest. Reached up to squeeze his biceps. Her breasts squashed against him, nipples visibly pointing through the fabric of her blouse.
"You are so well developed," she murmured.
Percy looked across at me, said "Oh sorry." He pulled his shirt back on.
Could not think of the reason for his apology. We all settled down for a pleasant chat. They discussed old times together. I listened politely. Although obviously very fit, Percy surprisingly admitted to a sort of health problem. He is a sleepwalker. If it happened, we were warned not to awaken him. This is potentially very dangerous. He could turn violent or the sudden shock may give him a heart attack.
Quickly told him with some pride that I had no problem in that department. It took some thing special to wake me up once I dropped off to sleep.
Around midnight, we retired upstairs to our rooms. Stella declined a cuddle; soon we were both fast asleep.
I woke alone in bed during the early hours of the morning. Startled to hear sounds of curious rhythmic banging. I traced the noise to the big walk-in cupboard next to the bathroom. I could hear muffled cries.
I peeped through the keyhole, amazed to see a naked Percy pressing Stella up against the wall. Her short nightdress draped over his extended rigid prick, which plunged rapidly between her thighs.
As I opened the door, Stella whispered,
"Whatever happens don't wake him, remember the danger."
"Yes I know all about that but what about his prick, it's poking inside you," I whispered back with a touch of exasperation.
"No, not really, it's just rubbing along my outer lips. Push your hand down and feel for yourself.
"That's right Jessie. Now hold it level. We don't want any penetration."
My fingers worked around the rigid flesh; felt so strong like another pumped up muscle. As I pressed it down, Percy slowed to gentle thrusts. I eased him out when his balls stopped slapping Stella's thighs. In my hand, his long thin prick topped with an extraordinary huge bulb, which looked crudely abnormal.
My wife explained that she had found Percy completely naked in the cupboard. Her efforts to quietly guide him out failed. Then he'd grabbed and crushed her close in his powerful arms.
"Thank goodness you came Jessie and saved me. You're my hero. Lead the way back to our room. I will get him to follow. Come on let's get moving."
They followed me, side by side as if joined at the hip. Both gently collapsed together onto our king size bed. We discussed what to do next. Stella insisted poor Percy's interests must come first. She would make the sacrifice and stay with him through the night. I could enjoy a good night's sleep in the visitor's single bedroom.
"No arguments, you deserve your rest darling," she insisted.
When I woke in the morning, I could hear Percy in the shower. Stella slumbered alone in an untidy bed. My wife stirred to tell me that Percy had been peaceful all through the night except for about fifteen minutes. Stella seemed reluctant to continue. Eventually, she confided in me because I am the most understanding husband in the world.
"I had my back to Percy, fast asleep, he rolled against me. His penis, stiff as a poker went directly between my crack with the enormous knob protruding below my bush. His dangling things squeezed up on my ass. I started to push him away before remembering the danger if suddenly wakening him.
"I tried to stay calm and concentrated on making sure his long thing stayed tightly between my thighs, out of my vagina.
"It jerked in and out, at first slowly but then fast and so hard. So extraordinary and much later, he jetted out between my legs all over the sheets. That's all that happened. Percy turned over and stayed sound asleep until morning.
"I'm sure you think I did the right thing. What about you Jessie, did you have a good night? Hope you didn't play with yourself too much."
"No, no." I spluttered.
