FIRST of all, before I relate this full story, I must explain that I have no complaints about the sex in my marriage. In fact, during the 12 years that Tony and I have been married, the sex has continually improved. And, truthfully, I suppose we're both sex addicts.
I'm now 35, a year younger than my husband, and we've never hankered after having children. We've been quite happy as a couple, thank you, without any additional ties, responsibilities or restraints. We've always done pretty much as we want, when we want, and that freedom is priceless to me.
Our tastes are similar in many things and that especially applies to sex. You may find this hard to believe but, after all these years together, we're still having sex sessions at least four times a week. And I mean sessions, not just five minute quickies (though we also frequently enjoy them!).
We've also been into the occasional fuck outdoors, got naked at the beach, watched a tremendous amount of porn (including live shows in Amsterdam), used toys and read erotica. In fact, anything that's stimulating and different has been okay by us.
Another shared "hobby" is membership of a fitness gym and that has kept us healthy and trim and ensured we have the stamina for our between-the-sheets marathons. I'm quite petite at 5ft 4ins but my hourglass figure is still good, with a slim waist, 34B firm bust and rounded 36ins hips. Tony is 5ft 10ins, has broad shoulders and muscular chest, no beer belly and lean thighs. We're both fair haired - and tanned for most of the year thanks to various holidays in the sun. One final thing, Tony's cock enlarges from 5ins limp to 7ins of solid flesh, slightly above average, and he certainly knows how to use it.
But, and this was my problem, as much as I've adored Tony's 7-incher, for several years I'd had a fantasy about being pleasured by a giant cock. You know the sort I mean, those possessed by porn stars and, so we're told, the majority of black men. Anyway, a couple of years ago, during another Saturday night of passion, we watched a new compilation DVD.
We sat naked on the sofa, me gently playing with Tony's semi-erect penis and him fingering my wet pussy. A gangbang scene came on screen and there was a brief shot of a cock which had me gasping. As I say, it was just a brief shot. The cock in question was in the background of the action but it looked to be about 10 inches long, ending with a gigantic mushroom head.
Tony heard my gasp and said: "What's up, Jen?"
"Wow, didn't you see that?" I breathed. "A massive cock in the back there."
"No, didn't see it," said Tony, still intent on the action where a busty blonde was deep throating one slim guy while another was splashing cum on her ample chest.
Minutes later, the scene ended and I couldn't help but sigh.
"What's up?" Tony asked again.
"That cock, I didn't see it again."
"Special was it?"
"Oh yes. It was only a glimpse but, trust me Tony, it was something else."
My husband smiled and picked up the remote. "Okay, we'll run it back. Tell me when to stop."
When the re-wind had gone far enough back I said: "That's it, stop now. Remember, look in the background."
Tony hit the play button and, seconds later, there it was: the mighty organ sticking straight out as the guy walked out of shot. I gripped Tony's cock and said: "Wow, isn't that some big dick."
Tony used the rewind button again, stopped and then hit pause when the cock appeared. "You're right, Jen, it's a big 'un alright."
"Mmmm," I said, thoughtfully and began to rub Tony's cock.
Tony laughed and, slipping his finger in and out of my slit, said" "Jeez, Jen, you're really wet down here. That monster's really turned you on, hasn't it?"
"Mmmmm." I continued to stare at the screen.
"What're you thinking? What it would be like having that cock inside you?"
I turned from the screen and looked at Tony's smiling face. I took a deep breath, squeezed my thighs, trapping his hand, and said: "What I've got in my hand is just fine thanks."
"Pleased about that," he said and leant to kiss the tip of my nose. "But you must admit that got you excited."
"Sure," I said. "I'm sure a lot of women get turned on by big cocks. It's a fantasy, isn't it?"
"Suppose so. Is it your fantasy?"
I let the question hang in the air for a moment, then said: "I've thought about it. But, truthfully, I'm more than happy with what you give me. Anyway, I'm not sure my pussy could take a monster like that." I nodded at the screen. "I mean, look at the size of that head. It's enormous. It would split me open. And then there's the length. What is it? Ten inches or more? God, I can't see that coming inside me."
"Well, you're certainly wet at the thought of it," smiled Tony, removing a finger from my sopping fanny and popping it into his mouth. "Mmmm, delicious," he said.
His cock had stiffened during our chat and I looked at it in my hand. Pre-cum was seeping and I bent to lick it away and then kissed his growing head.
"At least I can get your lovely cock in my mouth and pussy," I said. And then I straddled Tony's lap, reached for his throbbing member and poised it at my entrance before easing down, taking his full length in me . . .
The following Monday evening, I was first home and preparing dinner when Tony came into the kitchen and plonked a bottle of my favourite Shiraz on the breakfast bar.
"Lovely, thanks honey," I said pecking his lips.
"I've got you something else. A surprise," he said. "But it'll wait until after we've eaten."
"No, don't tease. Give it to me."
"No, you'll have to wait. It'll be worth it. I'm gonna get out of this suit now. Be down soon."
To be honest, as I remember, it was probably the quickest meal we'd shared and Tony kept topping up my wine glass. When we went into the lounge and settled back on the sofa, my glass was again full and I took a generous sip.
