WHEN I woke, the sun's bright light was streaming into my bedroom courtesy of the open balcony door. I was still on top of the rumpled sheets and on my back, legs and arms spread wide. I was a starfish!
I lay, peacefully, reflecting for a few moments on the events of yesterday. And last night! As I replayed various scenes in my mind, my right hand automatically drifted between my thighs. Would my pussy still be gaping open from Justin's amazing girth? No, my lips were tight, if somewhat tender, and when I poked a finger along the slit and into my entrance, the walls closed around it. I breathed a sigh of relief. My pussy was perfectly normal and Tony would have no idea that I'd fulfilled my fantasy of being fucked by a mammoth cock.
I turned on to my left side and reached for my phone, which was on the nightstand. I pressed the button to wake the instrument and saw it was approaching 8am. Tony would surely be up and so I made the call. In three rings, he answered.
"Morning darling, how are you?"
"I've just woken up and my first thought was to call you and hear your voice," I said.
"Oooh, that's nice, sweetie. I missed you last night. It's not often we've gone to bed without each other, is it?"
"No, not many times. I missed you, too, honey."
"How did the party go? Was it a late one?"
"The party was fine. I'll tell you all about it tonight. And no, I wasn't that late coming to bed. Just after midnight, I think."
"Lot later than me. I worked on the car rental figures to give Geoff today, had a brandy or two and that was it."
"What, no porn watching?"
Tony chuckled. "You know me too well, Jen. Yes, I came to bed and watched a film but it wasn't the same without you."
"No, course not, you'd have to masturbate yourself without my hands being there."
His laugh sounded in my ear again. "This time you're wrong. I saved myself for you, for tonight . . ."
"Oh no you didn't," I interrupted. "If you didn't masturbate it was only because you were being a super athlete and saving yourself for today's big golf match."
"Wrong, Jen," he said lightly. "I admit that I got a little excited as usual watching the porn but I thought of you and decided to save myself for tonight. But, then again, talking like this is making me horny and I might have to do something about it, after all."
I laughed. "Well, whatever you do or don't do right now, I'm sure we'll have fun tonight. But, don't forget, you're taking me out to dinner, I'm not cooking."
"All taken care of," he said. "We've got a table booked at Mario's for eight."
"Eight? Who else is coming?" "No, silly, not eight people, eight o'clock."
"I know that," I said quickly. "Just fooling."
"Hum," he said, doubtfully, "whatever."
After a short pause, I said: "Okay darling, I'm gonna have a shower now and see what's on the breakfast menu."
"I've had scrambled eggs and toast."
"Well, done, Master Chef."
"Burnt the toast."
"Lovely, gives the bread extra taste."
Tony laughed. "Alright my love, I'll see you later. Drive carefully."
"I will, always do," I said. "And good luck this afternoon, beat the bastards."
"I'll try. Bye, love you."
And he broke the connection. I sat in the middle of the bed, legs crossed at the ankles, elbows resting on my knees and stared aimlessly down at the phone held in my hands. Tony sounded so cheerful, so upbeat. And why not? There was the possibility of a very welcome car hire deal and he was in contention for the golf club's championship. And I would be home with him in a few hours.
What about me? I'd been unfaithful. Simple as that. I'd succumbed to my fantasy, my curiosity, my lust for a big cock. A big black cock, no less, that had filled me, excited me, satiated me and delivered even more thrills and mind-blowing orgasms than I had imagined or thought possible.
My pussy tingled and began to moisten as flashbacks crossed my mind. Good grief, Jen, you really are a sex addict! C'mon, snap out of it and get into the shower.
I swung my legs off the bed and replaced the phone on the nightstand. I stood, raised up on my toes and reached for the ceiling with both arms. I felt my leg and back muscles stretch, my breasts lift and the cheeks of my bum tense. I held the position while I counted to five and then slowly exhaled and relaxed my body, feet flat to the floor and hands down by my side. Four more repetitions and I felt good, alive and ready to face the world.
I walked out on to the balcony, the sun warmly kissing my naked body in greeting. I leaned on the wall and upturned my face to the sun, eyes closed, and shook my head gently, setting my hair wafting in the gentle breeze. At one with nature, how wonderful and exhilarating!
I held that pose for quite a while, enjoying the peace, the warmth of the sun and the sounds of rustling trees and bushes, and birds chirping and singing. And, gradually, I became aware of distant splashing water. I opened my eyes and looked down at the pool. Justin was swimming lengths, his long arms pulling through the water and his paddling feet splashing the surface. The water swilled over his back and his firm buttocks rocked side to side with the freestyle stroke. And Gaynor was there, floating on her back, her gorgeous huge tits raised to the sun. Her legs were slightly open and the water lapped in the V of her thighs, swishing over her curly bush and flat tummy.
I watched Justin complete four lengths and then he stopped, put his hands on the pool side and boosted himself up and sat, feet dangling in the water. He placed his hands slightly behind him and leaned back, face upturned towards the sun. His cock, that giant tube which had given me so much pleasure only a few hours ago, flopped delightfully between his lean thighs. Apparently, even cold water didn't affect Justin's tool: no shriveling or shrinking!
Gaynor allowed her feet to sink to the pool bottom and then stood up, the water swilling over her chest. She glided towards Justin, her arms making an arrow in front of her, and he reached to grasp her hands. Again she stood, the water depth now only waist high. Justin released her hands which she promptly placed high up on his thighs. I could hear her husky voice, but not discern the words, and Justin laughed, his head rocking back. It was then he saw me looking down at them.
Justin raised his left arm and waved, at the same time talking to Gaynor. She turned, also waved and her husky tones boomed: "Morning, Jen. Sleep well?"
I waved back, aware that my right tit jiggled, and shouted: "Great, thanks."
