I was close to cumming and my wife, Megan, knew it too. She was also quite close to cumming, I could tell as she was biting her bottom lip and her eyes were half closed in pleasure. Megan was lying on her back, my dick rubbing between her massive tits and she was pleasuring herself with a large dildo we had recently purchased. I clenched my ass together and shot a hot stream of cum all over Megan's chest; she convulsed at the same time and let out a small scream of delight.
We both lay there afterwards, content and warm. Megan kissed me on the cheek and soon fell asleep.
This was the only way that my wife could cum now, with a large dildo or vibrator inside her. She is a fairly large girl by some guys standards but to me she is just curvy. We met when we were just 18 and we married and had children quickly. After our second child, Megan put on a bit of weight and her boobs, which were always big, ballooned to a mammoth size -- 36FF. It wasn't the only thing to increase in size either. Since Joe, our son, was born her pussy had stretched and never really changed, it was much bigger than when we first married and my cock just didn't satisfy her as much as it used to. She would only cum if I ate her out, then fucked her with one of our toys.
Both of our children have moved out now and we still do have sex on regular occasions but Megan needed filling with something larger. I had talked about bigger toys, which we had bought, and even anal sex, no chance, but I knew that she needed to be truly satisfied by a big dick. I had even considered surgery but we couldn't afford it. We had joked about another guy but Megan wasn't interested and I thought I may feel a little jealous.
The idea of another guy never really left me and I needed to know just how big my wife could take; the idea begun to blossom in my mind and before long every time we had sex I could think of nothing else. I knew that at 42 Megan was still fit, a few of my friends had commented on her amazing body and how curvy she was. As I said, she was bigger than when we were first married but due to swimming she had maintained a sexy physique.
I had started checking out places where I could hire a guy to come and 'service' my wife, I knew she would never agree to have sex with one of our friends, to be honest, I didn't think she'd do anything with a stranger either, not unless I had a foolproof plan. I phoned one escort agency up and spoke to the secretary about all the necessary details, STD checks, money, services etc. and then I asked the question of size. If I was going to go through with this risky venture it had to be worthwhile. "What's the biggest guy you have on the books?" I asked.
"Well we have a basketball player at just under 7-foot sir."
"No," I said a little embarrassed, "not height, dick size." There was a pause from the secretary, almost as if she wanted to prolong this shame and then she responded.
"8 inches sir, he's..."
"8 inches," I said, "That's not very long, mine's almost as big as that."
"Sorry sir, 8 inches is not the length, it's the girth."
"What?" I stammered.
"The girth sir, 8 inches around the penis, the length is 13 inches." Now it was my turn to be quiet. What seemed an entirely long time passed and then I booked a meeting with this mammoth of a man.
Two days later I told Megan that a friend of mine from work would be coming for tea and a few beers. Megan said fine and agreed that she'd be home in time to cook up one of her famous chillis.
I met the guy, Mike, after work and introduced myself. He was black, about six-foot and had an athletic build. We chatted for a few minutes then told him my plan. I wanted him to come round for food, to stay over and to get friendly with Megan but no sex. Mike looked confused at this point until I told him that my wife wouldn't fuck a stranger, we had to play a game. He looked unsure until I told him that he would still get paid and that we would book him again a few days later if all went well.
During the food, Megan cooked up her best chilli, Mike and the two of us were chatting away and drinking lots of wine. Megan seemed chattier too and I noticed on more than one occasion she would look up and down at Mike's body.
"So Mike do you have a wife? girlfriend?" Megan asked.
"That's a bit of a sore point honey," I said, "Mike's just split up from his girlfriend."
"Oh I'm sorry," she said, although she didn't really look it.
"That's fine, you didn't know. We had a bit of an, erm problem." Mike smiled and looked down at his crotch.
"How do you mean?" asked my wife.
"Well, I used to hurt her." At this Megan looked totally confused. This story was all part of our plan so Mike continued. "She had difficulty when we had sex, I'm a little bigger than the average guy and she used to suffer because of it. She called it off."
Megan was quiet for the first time of the night and then looked at me. I merely shrugged and finished my wine.
It was time for part two of the plan. We finished dessert and Mike got up to leave, he grabbed his car keys and made for the door. "Hang on." I said, "Mikey. You can't drive, you must have had a bottle of red to yourself. Stay here and just drive in in the morning with me."
"If it's not too much trouble." He said, looking at Megan. She nodded and smiled at me.
"Come on, let me show you your room." I took him upstairs and showed him the guest bedroom. Last summer we had had an ensuite bathroom fitted to the guest bedroom and a small Jacuzzi. It was a real luxury but now that the children had left we thought we deserved a treat. Part three of the plan was about to take shape. I turned the Jacuzzi on and before long Mike and I were sitting in the warm bubbles drinking another glass of wine. Megan walked into the bathroom about twenty minutes later. "I wondered what you two were doing whilst I was washing up."
"sorry love," I said, "couldn't resist showing off the new bath to Mike, get in."
"No," she said, "There's not enough room for me as well."
"Course there is," said Mike, "I'll move up." At that point I swear Megan blushed a little, then she was gone and into her swimsuit.
Megan emerged a few minutes later, her long dark hair tied up and her curvy body squeezed into her swimsuit. I could feel myself getting turned on just looking at her. Megan brought a bottle of wine in and clambered into the Jacuzzi. It was a tight squeeze in here now and I knew that Megan and Mike's legs would be touching underneath the bubbles. We lazed around for another half hour and then Mike got out, Megan's eyes followed his body up and down, staring at his muscular figure and then resting on his trunks. I had lent him a pair of mine; they were quite tight, especially around the front. Her eyes widened when she saw them. It was like he had shoved a large banana down there. I smiled to myself and soon after got out of the Jacuzzi myself.
Megan and I had sex that night and she came really quickly. I had barely got her favourite dildo inside before she came noisily. No prizes for guessing what she was thinking about.
A week passed and we had had sex almost every night, Megan cumming loudly and quickly every time. She had tentatively asked how Mike was and if he might be coming round again. I said that he was going to come round tomorrow if that was ok. Megan agreed straight away but failed to disguise the glee in her voice.
I had informed Mike of the next part of the plan, he was to be even more charming and to touch her if the opportunity presented itself. I was to go out unexpectedly and he would make his apologies and also leave. I wanted him to fuck Megan but it was important that she make all the moves.
Tomorrow came and Mike joined us again for food and wine. It wasn't long before Megan suggested we all get in the Jacuzzi. Mike and I were already in when Megan walked into the bathroom. She had bought herself a new swim costume. It was a black string bikini that only just concealed her massive tits. The bottom half covered her scarcely and the string cut into a thong which disappeared into her luscious ass. She did a little turn in the bathroom. "You like?" she asked.
"Megs, you look amazing," I said. I couldn't help smiling to myself as I pictured Mike taking it off later. She climbed into the bath when my phone rang, I got out an answered it.
"Hello. No I can't come in. Yes I do have the keys. It's Friday. How long? Ok, give me ten minutes." I threw the phone on the bed in mock anger.
"I'm sorry guys, that's work. There's a problem over in D-sector and they need my keys and passcode."
Megan looked crestfallen. Mike made to get up. "It's ok Mike," I said, "You stay, I'll be gone half an hour, an hour tops." I turned to my wife, "Is that ok baby?"
"Yeah fine, I'll look after Mike, you go and do what you've got to do."
I quickly changed and grabbed my coat. I slammed the door and drove my car around the corner. Silently as possible I sneaked back into the house. If my plan was going well, Mike should be making his moves and Megan should be desperate for him. I quietly walked into the bedroom and hid behind the bathroom door. We had put some music and lit a few candles before we got in the Jacuzzi tonight so as long as I was quiet, Megan would not hear or see me.