This story includes watersports and a large penis. If either of these don't appeal please stop reading now. If not I hope you find the story fun and hopefully a little arousing.
I had a very comfortable and many would say privileged lifestyle. 29 years old and married to one of the youngest magistrates in the county. He was 13 years older than me and a kind caring and protective husband. When we had married I thought this was everything I wanted in a husband. My parents were delighted with Robert marrying me. I mixed in circles that certainly were privileged. I was happy not to be required to take on paid work but was encouraged and over time drawn into doing charitable voluntary work. Most relevant to this story was the work that brought me in contact, one day a week, with a rehabilitation program for young offenders. This work was felt very appropriate given my husband was a magistrate. I wasn't actually working directly with the group that was made up of eight or nine boys and one girl. Many of these youngsters were there as an alternative to custodial sentences. My husband had sentenced half of them.
One of these days that I helped out I was just finishing clearing up and went out of the back of the building to throw some rubbish away. It was a smallish yard with a wall around three sides of it and a gate. I was immediately alarmed to see Darrel with his back to me clearly peeing against the wall. He turned his head and gave me a huge smile. The flow of pee immediately stopped but he turned round without putting his penis back in his pants. His penis was huge and he made a spectacle of shaking it as if getting rid of drips of pee.
"Looks like you have never seen a cock before Mrs. Taylor. You seem fascinated by it, is it because it is so big or is it that old husband of yours is not doing the business in bed?"
I was completely unable to say a word and more disturbing unable to take my eyes off his impressive manhood. He was right it was the size of it that fascinated me. I know men cannot pee when they have an erection and decided that this was why he had stopped peeing. How wrong I was.
"Do you want to see me peeing again Mrs. Taylor?"
Still no words left my mouth but I suspect whatever I had said would not have made any difference. I had never seen a man pee in my life and was shocked again as he peed so powerfully that it hit the ground more than half way between him and I. Eventually the stream weakened and then dried up.
"You are very welcome to come over here and clean my dick with your very pretty mouth. I would love to see you kneeling in front of me and worshipping my cock. One day I am going to fuck your sexy ass until you cannot stop cumming time and time again."
With this he laughed at my shocked reaction that was still without words. A small part of me wanted to walk towards him and feel his cock. Fortunately I managed to control myself, finished throwing out the rubbish and with one last look back went back into the building. I wasn't in control of my mind over the next few days. The image of his huge cock would just not leave my mind. I thought about it last thing at night and first thing in the morning. I found myself looking at the crotch of every male between 16 and 40 and wondering whether their cock was as big as Darrel's. I thought of Darrel and his threat to fuck me one day. It had been said more as a statement than a threat.
Darrel was well known to my husband as he had been up before magistrates on dozens of occasions. He was no mass murderer with a string of convictions for minor offenses the most serious of which was possession of drugs with the intension to supply. His claim that the drugs were for his personal use along with his girlfriend was very believable. The fact that his girlfriend was under aged didn't help his position. My husband had been lenient when passing sentence on Darrel as he told me that Darrel's mum was the source of nearly all of his problems.
Darrel's reputation only seemed to make my fantasies late at night and early in the morning stronger. It was four mornings after seeing Darrel in the yard that I woke from a vivid dream. In the dream a gangster with a huge cock was fucking me. As I woke the hand between my legs was soaking from my natural lubrication. I allowed my dream to morph into a fantasy. The gangster became Darrel and I played with myself, as I hadn't for years. He teased me about how wet I was and how I was clearly excited by the idea of being fucked by his big cock. I was desperate to deny that I wanted him to fuck me but even in the fantasy I failed badly. He entered me in missionary position and goaded me relentlessly as I could not hide my spiraling arousal. Even though I was lying in my bed masturbating there was something in me that wanted to fight the Darrel in my fantasy and refuse to have an orgasm.
If it was a battle I lost it spectacularly experiencing a violent strong climax. When I regained my faculties I laughed at myself for losing myself so fully in the fantasy. I hoped that having fantasized about Darrel that would be the end of it, it was not. By the time my weekly voluntary work came round all I could think of was seeing Darrel or more specifically hoping I would see his penis again. When I arrived he was not there and I found myself enquiring whether he was due to attend. I was told he was due to be there but had not turned up yet. It frightened me that I was desperate to see a delinquent like Darrel, was I losing my mind? When he breezed through the door with his usual swagger my heart leapt and started to beat far too hard. He gave me a smile that seemed to signify that he knew his arrival was important to me.
