The Saga of Joan and Troy

Joan and Rita were in the parking lot heading to their car after leaving the nightclub. It was extremely dead inside, as there were only eight people in the club, and the two spent most of the evening dancing with each other.

Joan is a married white woman of 44. She isn't drop-dead gorgeous, but she is a pretty woman who just exudes an infectious sexual energy. She's 5-foot-6, has a 34-23-36 body, and long blonde hair. Rita is a very nice woman, but she's plain compared with Joan. She too, is blonde, but she's a thin, 5-foot-5, 46 year old woman.

As the two were crossing the parking lot, a man named Troy happened to be walking toward the club. Joan looks at the handsome 6-foot-4 muscular dark-skinned black man, and blurts out, "Oh God, look at him...I shouldn't leave yet."

Troy eyed the two, and then his eyes locked in on Joan and he said, "Then why are you going?"

Rita chimed in, "Because it's dead inside, it's late, and I've got a babysitter to pay."

Troy then asked Joan why she was leaving.

"She's my ride," Joan said.

"Stick around, I'll give you a ride," Troy said, winking at Joan.

"Um...I don't know you, so I think I'll ride with my friend," Joan said.

"Hi, my name is Troy, and you are?" Troy said.

"I'm Joan, nice to meet you," Joan replied.

"OK, so now we know each other, let's go inside," Troy said.

"I don't think so," Joan quipped.

"OK, but you're missing out," Troy teased.

Joan blew him a kiss and got in the car.

"Damn, he was hot," Joan blurted out. "I could use something like that."

Rita nodded her head in agreement, and she reminded Joan that she's a married woman. Joan said a little fantasizing isn't anything bad.

"Just thinking about getting tossed around the bedroom by that kind of stud has me a little moist," Joan said. "I'm sure we'd make a lot of noise."

"Slut," Rita said with a laugh.

Joan was married to a man named Patrick, the store manager of an upscale grocery store in the Bay Area. She wasn't madly in love with her husband, but she liked him, warts and all. She felt comfortable and safe with him. He made good money and that, coupled with her pension, provided them financial stability.

Joan held the power in their marriage, both mentally and physically and both knew it. She has connections in law enforcement as she served as a police officer for 20 years. She left the force to spend more time with her two growing children. She's also a fifth-degree black belt in karate and a second-degree black belt in jujitsu.

Patrick is not a big man by any means. He's 5-feet-6 and weighs about 150 pounds soaking wet with rocks in his pocket. Nine times out of 10, he'd get his ass kicked in a fight, so he always avoided confrontation.

One day while Patrick was at the store, he forgot he had scheduled a meeting with a sales rep from a local media outlet. He rearranged his schedule so he could make the meeting. At 10 a.m., in walks the towering figure known as Troy Johnson. When they introduced themselves and shook hands, Troy's massive hand engulfed that of Patrick, automatically making Patrick feel timid.

The two were cordial when discussing the store's advertising campaign. Neither engaged in small talk. It was a business meeting, plain and simple. That is until Joan suddenly entered the office to surprise her husband with a homemade lunch.

"Hey babe, got your lunch here," Joan sings. She then sees and they lock eyes.

Troy says while laughing, "Hey Joan. Haven't seen you in a while."

"Terry, right?" Joan asks, intentionally getting his name wrong.

"No, it's Troy. How quickly we forget," Troy said.

"Maybe it's not worth remembering," Joan shot back. Troy silently mouthed the word "ouch," following that remark. They both smiled.

"You two know each other?" Patrick asked.

"Oh yeah, Joan and I go way back to last Saturday," Troy said with a chuckle, knowing Patrick was caught off guard.

Joan giggled, and Patrick had a bemused look on his face. Troy and Patrick ended their meeting, and after telling him to enjoy his lunch, Troy left.

Patrick wasted no time asking Joan about Saturday. She simply told Patrick that she and Rita met Troy in the parking lot of the nightclub as they were leaving. Rita thought he was hot, and we talked to him for a minute or two. Patrick's suspicions arose, but technically, Joan did not lie. Rita did nod in agreement that he was hot, and they did talk to him, even though Joan did most of the talking.

"So there's nothing going on with you two?" Patrick said.

An agitated Joan got right in Patrick's face and told him in no uncertain terms she hasn't cheated on him and has no plans to do so. She told him to quit being so in secure. Patrick cowered and apologized to Joan.

Joan and Patrick, Rita and her husband Preston all went out on a double date the following Saturday. They enjoyed a nice dinner at a top of the line restaurant and decided to work off some of the calories with a night of dancing at a bar with a band that played funk music from the 70s and 80s.

When the four entered the bar, the music was blaring and the dance floor was crowded. The four found a table and eventually made their way to the dance floor. They were really enjoying the band and the dancing. Suddenly, Joan saw Patrick's face drop. She turned around and saw Troy dancing with a very pretty Asian woman. Troy saw her looking at him. He acknowledged her with a nod of his head and continued dancing.

It was a casual bar, so no one was dressed to the nines. Joan wore a simple pair of jeans and a form-fitting 49ers t-shirt and boots. Rita also was in jeans and an oversized Giants jersey. Troy had on a pair of loose-fitting khaki pants and a long-sleeve orange t-shirt.

As the dancing continued, Joan was impressed with Troy's moves on the floor, especially for a man of that size. Troy and the Asian woman flowed so gracefully together. Joan felt a little envious of the Asian woman, as she wished her husband was as fluid on the dance floor as Troy.

Troy made his way over to the bar to get drinks, and Joan, pretending she wanted water, found herself standing next to Troy at the bar.

"Your girlfriend's pretty," Joan said.

Troy informed her that she's not his girlfriend. He said she's just someone he dances with and that she's married.

"Making time with a married woman...you naughty boy," Joan joked.

"I am naughty but I do happen to love this woman," Troy said.

"That can make for a dangerous situation," Joan noted.

"Her husband actually approves of what we do," Troy said. "He says I can take her out dancing any time I want."

"He sounds like a liberated man. Is dancing the only thing you two do?" Joan inquired with a wicked grin on her face.

Right then, the Asian woman came over next to Troy and asked what's taking so long with the drinks. He just said the bartender's slow. Their drinks finally arrived but they stayed at the bar.

"Hey Tanya, this is Joan...Joan, this is Tanya. Joan here wants to know if we're doing something other than dancing," Troy said in a mocking voice. "I told her about our arrangement with your husband."

Tanya burst out laughing, almost spitting out her drink. Joan stood there dumbfounded.

"Eh Joan, I'm pretty sure Troy didn't tell you that he's my brother-in-law," Tanya said. "My husband is recovering from a real bad car accident. So until he's well again, Troy and I go out dancing quite a bit."

Joan was irritated that Troy would play her like that, but eventually she got over it. She got her glass of water, and before she returned to her table she eyed Troy's body up and down. That did not go unnoticed by Tanya.

"That woman looks like she wants to eat you up," Tanya said. Troy just shrugged his shoulders and sipped on his drink. Patrick had also watched the interaction between the three and asked what was going on.

"Just chit chat," she said.

Patrick asked about the woman Troy was dancing with. Joan said it was a woman he likes to take out dancing. Nothing more, nothing less. After a couple more dances and drinks, Joan and Rita excused themselves to the ladies' room.

"My goodness Troy is such a good-looking man," Joan said. "That woman he's with is his sister-in-law."

Joan relayed Troy and Tanya's situation to Rita, who warned Joan against doing anything crazy.

"You know what they say, 'bad decisions make for the best stories,'" Joan laughed.

Rita just shook her head and rolled her eyes. She's heard Joan talk about other men before but it was just that...talk. This time, however, Rita sensed something different in Joan. She had never heard Joan so flushed and animated as she was when talking about Troy. And all the other men she flirted with or spoke about were white. None were the physical specimen that was Troy.

The two returned to the table, and Joan's eyes focused on the dance floor, where Troy and Tanya were cutting it up. Joan and Rita both wanted to dance but their husbands chose to sit this one out. So the two ladies decided to dance with each other. Eventually, they worked their way to where they were next to Troy and Tanya.

The four of them formed a little circle and danced with each other. Rita, feeling very little inhibition as she's a lightweight drinker, cut in front of Tanya and occupied Troy on the dance floor. She turned around and grinded her ass into Troy's thigh. He was too tall for her to grind into his crotch, but he compensated by lowering his hips to where her ass could meld into his junk.

Rita's mouth went wide when she felt something huge rubbing against her butt. She pushed her ass into him one more time before turning around. Her face was flushed and she started fanning herself. After the song was over, the band took a break. Rita pulled Joan into the bathroom, where she breathlessly said, "Joan, if what I felt rubbing against me was his dick...HE IS FUCKING HUGE!!! That thing felt scary big."

"You little slut you," Joan mocked Rita. "Remember now, you're a happily married woman. You don't want to do anything crazy."

Rita replied, "He's not interested in me. He's all into you. I can see how he eyes you that he wants to get into your panties."

They returned to their husbands, who indicated they were ready to call it a night. Patrick said he needed to use the bathroom before he left. Right when he started to pee, Troy occupied the urinal next to him. Patrick tried to sneak a look at Troy's cock, but Troy had positioned himself to where he blocked Patrick's view. But Troy was able to look down at Patrick's pecker. A slight smile came across Troy's face as he realized Patrick had a pencil dick.

Joan thought about what Rita had told her about Troy all the way home from the bar and it was on her mind during an uneventful round of sex with Patrick. After Patrick had his climax, Joan was unsatisfied. Patrick gave her a kiss and both went to sleep.

Joan woke up about an hour later, still thinking about Rita's comment. She reached down and began rubbing her clit and playing with her pussy. She was moving her hand furiously, and breathing heavily, which woke Patrick up. He pretended to still be sleeping, but then his heart sank when he heard Joan rubbing one out.

"Oh yeah, oh yes, Troy, oh my god, oh my god, so big...it's so fucking good," Joan moaned before a strong orgasm overcame her.

Patrick woke up the next morning in a snit. He obviously was not happy about hearing his wife fantasizing about another man, albeit a black stud like Troy. His initial thoughts were to let sleeping dogs lie and not say anything about hearing Joan the night before. But his insecurity took over, and he confronted Joan while she was brushing her teeth in the bathroom.

"You know I heard you masturbate last night, and I know you were fantasizing about that Troy dude," Patrick stated. "Am I not enough for you? You stepping out on me? What the fuck's going on with you two? Be honest with me, you owe me that."

This completely pissed Joan off.

"I TOLD YOU BEFORE NOTHING'S GOING ON AND I'VE NEVER CHEATED, YOU ASSHOLE," Joan bellowed. "I GOT MYSELF OFF THINKING ABOUT GETTING FUCKED BY A BIG BLACK MOTHER FUCKER. SO WHAT?

She then delivered two hard shoves to his chest. "IT'S A FANTASY YOU DUMB SHIT. DO YOU SEE ME WHINING LIKE A LITTLE BITCH WHEN YOU'RE JACKING OFF THAT TINY DICK WHILE WATCHING YOUR PORN? DO I GET BENT OUT OF SHAPE WHEN I SEE YOU CHECKING OUT ANOTHER WOMAN'S TITS OR ASS? DAMN, YOU'RE A FUCKING SNIVELER."

As she turned to walk away, Patrick grabbed her arm in a very aggressive manner. That proved a big mistake because she used one of her jujitsu moves to put him on his back and put him in an arm bar. She delivered a stern warning.

"If you ever grab me like that again I'll break your fucking arm. Do you understand me?" she stated.

He submitted quickly. She let him up and continued to get ready for her day. Later that day, Patrick was still feeling bad, and approached Joan with a startling confession and proposition.

"I'm sorry about questioning your fidelity honey," a dejected and humble Patrick said. "I'm confident you haven't cheated, but one reason I ask is because there's a part of me that envisions myself watching you with a man who's got a bigger dick than me. I'm not sure you've noticed, but most of the porn I watch is that of a woman getting fucked by a man with a big cock as the husband watches. And given his size, I imagine Troy having a big cock."

Joan was flabbergasted at what she'd just heard. She always knew her husband was a bit insecure but she never knew he had cuckold tendencies.

"Do you really think you'd enjoy seeing me with another man?" Joan queried. "You'd get off watching a man with a massive cock pounding the shit out of your wife? Is that something you'd really want?"

Patrick dipped his head and uttered a mild yes. As Joan stood there looking at her husband in silence, she gained a newfound respect for him. She saw a man who, for better or worse, knew who and what he was and was not ashamed to admit it. She was looking at an honest, decent man who had come to embrace his fetish. She walked to him and put her arms around her husband. She knew this was opening a new door for her.

"Well, since you know I've been fantasizing about Troy and me, let's bring a fantasy to life," she said. "How do we make this happen?"

Patrick said he had Troy's number at work and passed it on to Joan. She called Troy and asked if he'd meet her for a drink. Troy was surprised at the invitation and accepted.

They met at the same bar where they'd danced to the live band. Joan showed up looking very sexy. She wore a short red leather skirt with a low-cut yellow top that showed ample cleavage. Her blonde hair flowed down midway to her back. He wore a pair of jeans and a tight polo shirt. This time, there were about 15 people in the bar. Troy asked Joan why she wanted to meet him, and she got straight to the point.

"I'm very attracted to you...I have been since I first saw you," Joan stated. "My husband is a good man but he's not exactly a tiger in between the sheets. My friend Rita, the one grinding on you, said she felt you were packing huge. I'm intrigued, and I'm wondering if you'd be interested in getting horizontal."

Troy was taken aback but extremely flattered and more than interested. He said he also was immediately drawn to Joan upon first sight. He leaned in for a quick kiss and said there's no way he'd ever refuse her offer.

She then said there was one caveat. Her husband would like to watch them. Troy said he'd never been involved with something like this but agreed to do so under one condition. And that was they videotape their first time and let Patrick watch that. If there was a second time, he could be there. She called Patrick to tell him of Troy's offer and Patrick agreed.

Troy said there's no time like the present, so they went to his place.

With their cell phones positioned to catch all the action, Joan and Troy were on the living room couch kissing when he stopped and told her to close her eyes. She did as instructed, and Troy unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He told Joan to keep her eyes closed as he grabbed her hand and guided it to his massive balls.

"Right now, you're feeling my balls," he said, his hand still holding hers on his balls. He told her to keep her eyes shut and then let her hand go and told her to work her way up his cock. Her hand reached the base of his cock, and it was wider than anything she'd ever felt. She let out a high-pitched screech and moved her hand higher and higher up his extremely long shaft. She couldn't resist any longer, she opened her eyes and saw his massive rod. Joan let out an audible gasp, dropped to her knees in front of Troy and moved her other hand to his cock and was rubbing and caressing it. Her eyes were wide with excitement as she played with her trophy cock.

"My goodness," Joan said in a hushed tone. "So fucking big. Patrick is tiny compared to you. But this thing...damn. I love the way this thing feels in my hands. Oh shit, it's gotten so much bigger so fast."

Troy had a smirk on his face.

"I saw your husband's dick when we were pissing side by side one day," Troy bragged. "I didn't want to laugh but I'll bet when I'm soft I'm twice as big when he's hard."

"Hey," Joan shot back. "Don't be mean."

He then grabbed his cock by the base and softly slapped it back and forth against Joan's cheeks. She then caught it with her left hand, put her right hand on it as well and guided it to her mouth.

She could barely get her mouth around the head of his dick, so she licked and kissed it all over. She spit on it, slobbered all over it, trying to get it wet enough to fit inside her. After about 10 minutes, she felt he was wet enough, and she had gotten her courage up enough to try to fuck Troy.

Troy lifted her onto the couch and placed her on her back. He lifted her skirt and moved her panties to the side. Troy then dropped down and started to lick her clit and finger her pussy. She was in an excited state and was bucking her hips and playing with her tits. She was moaning and gasping as Troy continued his oral barrage.

He was ready to fuck her and raised himself up to where he was looking deep into Joan's eyes while guiding his massive cock to Joan's tight pussy. When he tried to push his head in, he met a bit of resistance. Joan was feeling a type of pain that was more intense than when she lost her virginity. As Troy pushed a little more in, Joan began to shed tears and begged him to stop. Troy complied and pulled the head of his cock out.

"I'm sorry, but I can't," Joan said through her tears. "You're too big, and I just don't want to get hurt. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. I'm so sorry."

Troy let out a sigh and sat on the couch next to her.

"I really want to fuck you Joan, but I want it to be enjoyable for both of us," Troy said. "Fucking isn't fun if only one of us is enjoying it. If you ever feel like you're ready, you know where to find me."

Though his outwardly words were soothing, inside he was disappointed. He wanted to fuck Patrick's wife like she'd never been fucked before. He wanted to resize her insides to where she'd never feel the same fucking her husband again. He wanted to hear her scream his name, not her husband's. But he knew he'd have to wait for another time. But he took solace in the fact that she never said she felt guilty about cheating on her husband.

Joan put her panties back in place, pulled down her skirt, got up to leave. But before she left, she stared at Troy's cock one last time, shook her head and headed out the door.

When she got home, her husband was waiting for her in bed. He was very aware of where she spent the evening and was hoping for details.

"So, was it all you were hoping it would be?" Patrick asked Joan. "Come...show me what happened."