Before my wife and I got together, we had several partners each; everyone has got some sort of history, haven't they??
And at the time of this story, we had been going through a bit of a rocky stage--which had been all my fault. This is the story which Kath told me about a few years after the event.
I was working at a large chemical company with many blokes, and made friends with a chap; I'll call him Paul. He was good fun to associate with, and the girls seemed to hang around him, which was great. He said it was his cock, which by his own admission, might not have been the longest at seven inches, but had plenty of girth that got all the female attention. Whatever, it certainly helped in our pursuit of the fairer sex.
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"The ladies love it," he would say.
He was always coming into work, bragging about his sexual exploits, fucking a fit woman, who he'd met at a club. He would relay the whole story to everyone who would listen, talking about being up most of the night fucking, pleasuring women, sometimes, even married ladies.
"I never leave a woman unsatisfied."
He would tell us.
After some time, we both left the company and sort of lost touch.
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Years later, I met my future wife, Kath.
And also, through Facebook, I got back in touch with Paul. We socialised a bit, and with him, he was very keen to tell me about his girlfriend when we did.
"Julie has had a boob job, she is a great girl and her tits are fabulous, you should see 'em." He would tell me, of course, in his own unique style.
I proceeded to enlighten Paul all about my girlfriend, even pointing out our current problems. "Kath is a beautiful woman," I told him, "with legs to die for and a fabulous peachy bum." Even telling Paul about her fabulous pussy, "The most beautiful I have ever seen, and tightest, too."
He listened intently, taking it all in.
To be honest with you, Kath and myself were having a few problems as I said, but rather than helping his mate in need, my so-called friend just thought, I like the sound of his girlfriend.
Who needs enemies when you have got friends like that?
Paul was a very manipulative person, just looking after his own interests first.
We would chat for hours. "Come round for a meal, my girlfriend will be there, too," he told me.
I had told my girlfriend, Kath, about Paul's reputation; she listened intently and seemed to like what I was saying. "So he's got a big cock then, allegedly," she said.
"According to him. He says the ladies love him and can't get enough of him. "
"It may not be the longest that you've ever seen, but he says it's got the best girth by far most of them have ever experienced, and according to him, the ladies love a bit of girth, and he has plenty of stamina."
Kath dressed really sexily, as she knew I loved it when men ogled her. She looked bloody hot, and Paul, I was sure, would love the look of what he saw. So off we went.
We were having a great evening, and the girls were getting tipsy--the conversation turned a bit fruity. His girlfriend had had a boob job, they were massive and very much there for everyone to see. She explained that she had been flat chested and wished for a big change.
And they were big!!!
As I said, I had told Kath about his reputation, and she seemed to take notice and kept flirting with Paul. His large cock came up in conversation.
"No complaints from me," said his girlfriend.
Paul was looking mightily pleased with himself, a big cheesy grin appeared on his face beaming towards Kath, in particular. She was looking a bit flush. I could tell she was thinking about seeing what he had hidden in his underpants.
We enjoyed a great evening, fabulous company in a very highly sexually charged atmosphere.
On the journey home, we talked about our evening, both of us getting horny.
Kath said, "I bet his girlfriend is getting a good seeing to, tonight."
"I bet she is. Reckon, he'll be fucking her all night after she's had that big cock in her mouth."
"Do you think they'd have been up for swapping?"
I said to Kath, "Would you have been up for it?"
"I might have," replied Kath.
"So, you'd have had him inside you? He'd destroy you with that cock of his."
She just smiled.
That night when we got home, we had great sex. She was horny as fuck.
I went straight for the bedroom, discarded all my clothes; waiting there for Kath, my cock was rock hard in anticipation. Kath came through, dressed only in sexy underwear with hold-up tights.
"You look fabulous."
"Sit on the edge of the bed." Kath got on her knees, and headed towards my groin. Her lips went straight for my erect cock, sliding it into her warm mouth.
It was best blowjob I'd ever had, almost bringing me to climax in her mouth. "I'm going to cum."
Jumping up, she whipped off her panties and sat on me, my cock disappearing into her. Her bum looked so sweet riding me, it didn't take long before I could feel myself climaxing inside her.
"Arh fuck!" I yelled out.
As nice as that was, there was no repeat performance from me once i had ejaculated that was it for me.
I was bloody sure Kath was thinking about Paul's cock, while we were having our brief moment of passion.
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Six weeks later...
I had been ill for a few days. Paul and Kath had started texting and with me laid up. Paul saw an opportunity and decided to ask Kath out for a drink one night. He obviously hoped she'd say yes, which she did, and he readied himself in anticipation for a good night.
Kath, meanwhile, got herself ready, putting on her sexy lingerie covering her big tits and pert arse, as well as hold-up stockings. She found a form-hugging dress that showed off her lovely figure. I'm just going out for a drink she told herself but still like to look nice.
Paul picked her up, and what a sight he saw when she opened the door.
"Wow, you look fantastic."
She was only between a size eight and ten, and always looked fabulous. She wore her sexiest outfit, and I knew she would have looked hot. She simply oozed sex appeal and jumped in the car next to him, her dress riding up, giving him a perfect view of her slim, shapely legs.
Little did he know he'd be in between them in a few hours; although, he probably was thinking of how nice that would be.
The conversation flowed during the evening, Kath would later tell me, that he made it very clear by dropping loads of sexual innuendos; she teased him also, and eventually, they left the city just after twelve. They got back to Kath's house about one o'clock. By the time they got back there, she told me he must have been close to the boiling point!!
"Are you going to come in for coffee?" Kath asked.
