Note: This stand-alone story is part of our continuing adventures in swinging. I hope that you find at least some of these stories humorous.
Chapter 11: Sweaty Guy
A big cock.
Everyone seems to be infatuated with a big cock. A large rod. A huge pecker. A giant penis.
Especially swingers.
Why is that? I mean, lots of studies by respected scientists (well, sex researchers. They're respected scientists though, aren't they?) have collected gobs of data (ha! gobs) that women are no more sexually satisfied by an above average penis then they are by an average sized penis.
Screw that.
Big cocks!
Everyone wants 'em! Size matters. At least, that's what porn teaches us.
Mmmmmm, porn!
Swinger sites are filled with pictures of guys with huge dongs. No face pics. Just these giant logs of flesh. But, some women must want them, right? Why else would guys keep posting the pics? And some women and couples on swinger sites demand that single guys have enormous schlongs if they want to play with that couple.
So. Like I said. Everybody wants big cocks!
We were contacted one time by a couple that we had played with in the past, Chris and Lori. We had gotten together with them and swapped. Just some good old fashioned fucking. Although, I don't think Anne was all that blown away by Chris. I think he, um, inserted tab A into Slot B and *BANG* All done! Like I said, not too overwhelming. I mean, it wasn't a horrible experience. Just nothing to write home about. If you were, um, gonna write home about fucking some guy.
Anyway, they e-mailed me to say that they wanted to get together again and that this time they had another guy that they wanted to bring.
And he had a big cock.
A big cock?
Singly guy?
Interesting.
Anne and I were traveling into uncharted territory. Like Lewis and Clark. But with more sex and less outdoors stuff. Ok, I mean, we had gotten together with that single guy at the club a while ago. But, I don't recall if he had an especially large, uh, member. And Anne didn't seem to remember any differently. So, now we had the chance to get together with a dude with a big dong. If Chris and Lori said it was larger than normal, we had no reason not to believe them.
Anyway, Anne was into it, so we planned to meet them one night at a restaurant and see where it went from there. I mean, Anne wasn't like, "Oh my god!!! I gotta have that big sausage stuffed inside me!!!!" It was more like, "Yeah sure. Why not." So, with that ringing endorsement, we made plans to meet. At a local chicken-wing place.
Mmmmmm, wings and swapping. Like pork chops and apple sauce. Well, with more natural juices! Anne and I got to the restaurant and found them pretty quickly. After saying our hellos to Chris and Lori, they introduced us to John over a nice medium-hot wing sauce and some blue cheese.
One piece of advice? Never get the really hot sauce. Imagine if you ate them and then rubbed your hands on places, where, um, hot sauce was never meant to go?
Yikes!
A pilot.
It seems that John was a pilot.
A pilot with a big cock.
Well, ok, you couldn't tell that in the restaurant. He was wearing pants and all. But he was tall. Somewhere over six feet. And he seemed nice enough. But nothing in particular stood out about him. I mean, he was just kind of there. Maybe it would have been better if he did have his cock out in the restaurant. "Whoa! Watch out there buddy! That thing could poke an eye out!!!" At least that would have been memorable. So, we chatted. We ate. We didn't talk directly about the giant meat missile lurking under the table. But it was there. We all knew it. Lurking. Under the table.
After finishing up, we decided to head over to a motel not too far from the restaurant to get a room. I remember rubbing my own cock in my pants on the drive over. I was hoping to chub up a bit before we got there. After all, we were going to see a BIG COCK.
"Ok, my little friend. Wait, did I say little? You're not little. I did NOT mean to say little. You're the man! A big man with a cool helmet. You hear me BIG guy?? Standing up strong and erect! You've never let me down before. Facing all battles and challenges with the utmost of grace and aplomb! You hear me my friend? Aplomb! We've been through a lot together, you and me. We've had our ups and downs. But, now? Now my friend, you've been called up to the big leagues. The real thing. The majors. I don't want you to be intimidated. You just play your game, and you'll do just fine. Just remember, don't try to do anything crazy. Stick with the game plan. In and out. In and out. You got me? No wild moves out there. No swirls or shakes or anything like that. Just the stuff that you're known for. None of that Wild Thing crap. You're better than that. Ok, big guy? You with me? Awesome. Now, break on three. One, two, three BREAK!"
"Why are you rubbing your pants?" Anne was staring at me like I was nuts.
"Um, ah, cramp?"
I don't think she believed me. Oh well. I smiled and gave my now pleasantly plumped up friend a quick pat and we headed into the hotel to meet up with the others.
It was a little odd. I was used to Anne pairing up with the other guy and me pairing up with the other woman. Now, we had an extra guy to add to the mix. Where would he go? How would he fit in? Would he even fit? Hmmmmm.
I think the whole thing started with John the pilot with Lori and Chris and me with Anne. We were doing typical stuff, you know, kissing and licking and sucking. It was weird because Chris and I each kind of staked out areas of Anne's body and stayed within those areas.
"I claim this left tit for the Kingdom of Ericland!!! This is now and forevermore Eric's left tit!"
As Chris and I carved up Anne's body like a pair of hungry European expansionists, John and Lori were going at it on the bed. I wasn't really paying too much attention to their action, but I did hear her moaning loudly. A lot. I tried to remain focused on pleasuring my wife, but it was hard for my mind not to wander.
