This is my take on the theme of well endowed best man cuckolding the bride on her wedding night theme, only I've moved it to a subsequent meeting much later in both their lives. Everyone having sex is over eighteen.
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One night, after they had all had too much to drink, Marie Clare had commented that for her, taking on a new cock, especially a big cock, was like test-driving a new sports car. Fun for the moment, but then you returned to your minivan, kids, hubby and life went on. Greg believed Marie might well feel that way. Her relationship with Duncan had 'evolved' to an open marriage, yet still; they had managed to stay together all these years. But, Greg thought she had said that, in part, to mollify her husband, Duncan. Long ago, on their wedding night, Duncan had passed out in the bedroom, leaving his bride, Marie Clare, horny and frustrated. And Greg, as the Best Man, had been filled in. Much later Greg had learned that Duncan had roused enough to watch them.
Before Marie, most of Greg's fucks had been one-off's, two bodies passing in the night, and few remained with him even for the morning after. However, that one night, long ago, with Marie remained in his memory. He probably even held back from marrying for a while, just in case something happened between Duncan and her. But Marie Clare and Duncan remained together, apparently happy, and he finally went off.
In part, Greg knew his infatuation with Marie Clare was because she was the only woman he had ever come across who truly delighted in large cocks. And Greg's cock was large, just a bit over 9"; though he was only normal in thickness. Almost all of the women in his life had problems with his cock. It was too long for them to enjoy oral sex, and sometimes he bumped into their cervix, when he was only part way in. The morning after, the few who were still around, would usually complain they were too sore, to play with his morning hard-on. Marie Clare had relished his big cock, and was one of the two women who had ever taken him in her ass, and the only one who had enjoyed it.
Then Helen had come into his life, and they wed in the heat of new passion. At first, their sex had been fantastic. In particular Helen had delighted him in the morning by rubbing her full breasts round his long shaft and teasing him with her mouth until he came, shooting his jism over her face and breasts. He would follow by licking and sucking his cum from her mouth, face, neck and breasts, before moving lower to pay homage to her delightful fawn coloured quim. After she came Helen would straddle his revived cock, slowly, taking more and more of him, until her mons rubbed against his pubis. He would reach for her breast and stroke them gently then harder, watching in awe as his tawny Goddess slowly rode him to their mutual climax.
The next year, they had moved to the East Coast and the pressures of their new jobs built up until they hardly saw each other in the morning, and sometimes not at night. Their passion reduced to a simmer; yet overall, life with Helen was good. Another promotion, Helen's this time and they were back on the West Coast, where they fell in with Duncan and Marie Clare again. While they were East, they had pretty well lost track of Duncan and Marie Clare, their friendship dwindling to little more than an exchange of cards at Christmas. But on their return it was just like old times - almost.
