Mike's mind was whirring in sexual turmoil, insecurity. Laurie had shared her day at the secret beach that only the locals knew about and how it was interrupted by a stranger wearing a very transparent (when wet) speedo. As he replayed his wife's description of her afternoon at the beach. Laurie had shared her day at the secret beach that only the locals knew about and how it was interrupted by a stranger wearing a very transparent (when wet) speedo.
Mike would often comment that he thought it was unwise of his wife to go to the beach alone and this encounter simply solidified his warning. Granted, the stranger did nothing but sit near her, but he knew how men think. He asked his wife several probing questions about the encounter but noticed that she was getting a little annoyed at his persistence and he knew her well enough to stop his inquiry.
The guy had done nothing wrong it was just one of her comments that kept repeating itself in his head. "He was bigger soft than you are hard." There it was the agonizing truth that Mike had always feared. He always felt that, even though he was no slouch in the cock size, area, he still secretly wondered if Laurie might enjoy something... well, something bigger? He knew she was a virgin their first time and that she enjoyed sex with him, but he wondered if Laurie was truly satisfied? It was a crazy worry, and the rational part of his brain knew he had nothing to fear but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the thought.
Mike was embarrassed to find his cock hard from the details she shared and he had an overwhelming urge to masturbate. The next morning, like a horny schoolboy, he stroked himself to orgasm in record time imagining his wife getting aroused from seeing this stranger's exposure. Laurie was glad that Mike had stopped his inquisition. She was very uncomfortable with the situation and regretted telling her husband about it happening. Although she was a little troubled at first about the experience, she was secretly more concerned with her physical reaction.
On the drive home, she couldn't get the picture of that powerful bulge out of her head. Her well-endowed chest was flushed with sexual excitement and her nipples were painfully hard. When she arrived home, she quickly ran upstairs to change and was shocked to discover that her modest one-piece swimsuit liner was soaked through at the crotch. This was a new experience for her. Yes, her husband would bring her arousal, but not another man, at least not since they were married! Over the next few days, Laurie tortured herself over her reaction to "Mr. Big" as she now thought of him. Why was she feeling like this, what had the encounter wakened in her? She loved her husband with all her heart and would never betray him but why couldn't she just forget it ever happened, when In fact, nothing had happened? A man with a shear bathing suit had made her feel uneasy. So what women in scantily clad suits do that kind of thing to men all the time and find it funny, what was the big deal? Deep inside, she knew. "He was bigger soft than you are hard." The phrase kept repeating itself in her head, as well!?
Laurie was a virgin when she met Mike and lived a fairly sheltered life having never seen another man naked, so she never gave size much thought. Laurie had a few girlfriends with a lot more experience and occasionally she would recall them remarking on how endowed their lovers were, but to this point, she never thought about having anyone bigger, longer, thicker... until now! She was regretting now for the first time, she was starting to wish she had sewed some "wild oats" before meeting Mike like her sister did before she met her husband.
Laurie read with much interest the stories she found on a website where women would describe their experiences with their first big cock. Laurie found their stories made her wet and she began wondering how her body would react to something bigger, thicker, and longer? Now A man that was bold enough to display that openly in a public place had looked at her like he knew what she was thinking when she looked at him.
It was not just the fuller feeling that the women in the stories talked about that intrigued Laurie, but the orgasms that her friends described they experienced with a bigger lover sounded much more powerful than the ones she had with Mike.
Unfortunately for Laurie, the nagging feeling deep in her womb would not go away. She even thought of buying a larger vibrator to satisfy her yearning but decided to resist any temptation and again attempt to shift it out of her mind. After all, she and Mike had a very satisfying marriage and who knows if the stories that she read were true... Probably written by a bunch of men she told herself.
The next weekend, Mike was leaving on a training trip, one of several her husband had to take every year. Laurie gave Mike a tight squeeze as she said goodbye to him and as soon as the door closed, one thought kept pounding through her head. Moving as if she were being controlled by some strong force, she packed a small bag and walked to her car. During the short drive, Laurie almost turned around several times. She had no idea why she was doing this. To her, sex and love were inseparable and she couldn't imagine "Just fucking" for pleasure, still, she was curious. How could a penis be that large? How would something like that feel? Would she like it? The way her body was feeling, she was sure she wanted to find out!
Laurie normally dressed down her attributes, but this time she was dressed to get attention! The conservative one-piece was at home and this time underneath her cover-up, she had on a bikini that she last wore for her husband on vacation. This bikini left very little to the imagination as it showed off her natural 38D breasts, round bottom, and toned legs VERY nicely.
Laurie reached the secluded parking area and sat in her car for a long time. She almost started the car to leave but somehow couldn't bring herself to do it. She caught a glimpse of eyes staring back at her in the rearview mirror, they were not her eyes, and yet they were. They brought her back from her contemplation. "What is the big deal? I'll lie out, catch some rays and go home." She rationalized that there was little chance "Mr. Big" would even be there and at the very least, she would enjoy a nice afternoon in the sun. She opened her car door and made the long trek to the isolated beach.
Laurie made her way around the large dune that hid the entrance to the little cove she liked and froze. There he was same spot, the same revealing swimsuit. She suddenly felt very weak, her legs started to tremble. Again, she almost turned back but some strange force pushed her toward the beach.
She set up her blanket about twenty yards from "Mr. Big" and tried to get comfortable. Her hands were shaking as she adjusted her sunglasses and peeked over at the man. He hadn't taken notice of her arrival but she somehow felt that he knew why she was there. For about half an hour, Laurie tried to relax. The sexual tension she felt was almost unbearable as she adjusted her bikini and fidgeted in the sand. She felt so naked in her bikini and hoped no one else she knew would walk by and see her looking so exposed. Just as she started to think that the whole thing was just a silly compulsion of hers and that nothing was going to happen, the man shifted in his chair, looked over at her, and smiled.
