We were on our way to the beach. It was a beautiful day and I was so excited! My husband and I needed to relax, he has been working so hard lately! My poor husband. We've been married only six months and it seems he's had to work night and day since then. I love him, but I miss him. Especially I miss him at night! And especially since we're trying to get pregnant. It seems like we've only had sex a couple of times since we got married. And since I had saved myself for him, that's all I've had in my life. But his work is important to him. He's the head maintenance man and the local college and since it's an old place it needs him too.
But today was his day off, even though there was a big basketball game at school. I know he was nervous about not being there, but like I said we both needed it.
We were getting close to the beach and still the traffic was moving. My husband, naughty guy, suggested I change into my suit in the car so we could swim when we got there. Well, I wasn't going to take the chance of someone seeing me naked! Fortunately, I had worn my bikini under my clothes, so I didn't have to disappoint him totally. First I took of my blouse, revealing the little bit of fabric that held up my breasts (not that they needed much holding up). I bought the bikini on our honeymoon and wanted to surprise him today. Boy was he surprised! Then I lifted my butt from the seat and shimmied out of my shorts, revealing my equally minimal bikini bottom. "Do you think you should wear that in public?' he asked. "Silly, it's the beach. Everyone will have something like this if not less," I told him. I was hoping that I was right, 'cause I was kind of nervous myself about it.
Then it happened. His beeper, his cursed beeper, had to go off. God I hated that thing. "Oh god honey, I'm sorry" he said. "The page says there's an emergency in the gym and they need me." I didn't argue, because it's not my place and because I knew it wouldn't do any good. So he turned the car around and headed for the college.
When we got to the gym, he took my hand and brought me inside. "I don't want any of these college guys seeing you like this!" he said. I'm only 22 so I still look like I belong in college, but I knew what he meant. Of course I loved my husband and wouldn't give a second thought to some college geek who tried to hit on me. So inside we went. When we got inside, one of his men was waiting for him. It took him a minute to explain what was going on because he kept stopping and staring at me. I guess my bikini wasn't meant for this place! Anyway, he explained to my husband that there was a steam leak in the hot water heater in the visitors' locker room and the visiting team couldn't get enough hot water to shower. We were standing outside the visitors room and I could hear the guys yelling and complaining. "Wait here," my husband told me. "I'll be right back." And in he went with the guy who met us at the door.
"C'mon honkey, I need a shower!" I heard someone yell when they entered. That wasn't nice language, I thought to myself. What must the white guys on his team think of him, I wondered.
I was waiting only a short time when I distinctly heard my husband yell as if he were hurt. Without thinking, I ran into the locker room, and that's when everything changed. Standing in front of me were more black men than I could count, most of them stark naked! I couldn't believe the size of their penises! I mean I assumed my husband was an average size, since his was the only one I'd seen. But so many so big! I stood, mesmerized. Then I heard a hissing sound, and it shook me from my hypnosis. "Honey, are you alright? I called.
"Yes, I'm fine. I cut myself on a pipe, but I'll be OK. I need to get this leak stopped," he replied. Slowly, the room was filling with steam. The vision in front of me was awesome. Men and men and men, all black, all naked, and all with huge (should I say it?) - dicks - staring at me as I stared back. And then it started to happen. The ones closest to me, they were all I could see by then, started to get excited! I watched as one black dick after another began to harden and rise. Oh My! I couldn't believe how much there was. These were giant men and had giant (oh my god) - cocks! And still the room filled with steam until it was getting hard to see anything. I was a little disappointed because I sure was enjoying the show!
"Shit!" I heard my husband shout. "Honey, what's going on, are you alright?" I called again. "Yes, I'm fine. I just can't get it shut off. Stay were you are...Shit!"
Something must be wrong, I thought. I had to get to him. I started walking toward where I heard his voice, but by this time the room was filled with steam and I couldn't see in front of my face. I walked slowly and, ouch, hit my shin on a wooden bench. Good, I thought, I'll follow the bench to the other end. I placed my hand on it and, hand over hand worked my way down the bench. And then, oh my god! My hand came to rest right on what had to be a monster penis! "Oh, I'm sorry." I said quickly. "Hey, no problem lady. Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm trying to get to my husband but I don't know the way." I told him. "Here, take my hand and follow me." he said. He took my hand in his, but instead of walking forward, he pulled my hand back to his...cock! He held it there for a minute and I didn't know what to do. I had never felt anything like it before. Between the smooth huge cock in my hand and the steam in the room, my head was spinning. And, my nipples were hard and I was starting to get wet between my legs! God, it's a good thing nobody can see me, I thought.
Then I realized that the man who's cock I was holding had let go of my hand, and I was stroking him by myself! I just couldn't believe how big it was. Since nobody could see, I just couldn't let this chance go by to see just how big it was. I slowly held him by the base of his cock and with a tight grip moved my hand up, and up, and up, until I came to the underside of what had to be an unbeleivable mushroom head. Oh god. I had to feel that again. I ran my hand back down, then back up, then down again. What the heck, he wasn't stopping me and nobody could see. Now my curiosity got to me. I had to know if his testicles were as big as his cock said they should be. I loosened my grip and ran my hand between his legs. My god! These things were like oranges, I thought to myself. "You're huge!" I blurted out.
"What's that honey?" my husband called. It had gotten quiet as I fondled this monster and my exclamation echoed through the lockerroom. "I said, my shoes!" I lied. "They're getting ruined in the steam!" All the while my hand wouldn't let go of the cock that I returned to stroking. "Why don't you take them off, or better yet wait outside!" he replied.
I was just wearing tennies, but when he said take them off, I just did it without thinking. Not loosing my grip on the cock in my hand, I bent over to take my shoes off. Then something else amazing happened. I had no idea that other men were standing so close, but when I bent over, a man grabbed my head and held me bent over. "Hey!" I shouted.
"Honey, what is it now?" What could I tell him? That I was holding on to a huge cock and somebody else was holding my head? "I slipped! It's really..." was all I could get out before I felt it. Another huge cock, this one rubbing the side of my face! Oh my god. I had thought about oral sex, but had never had the nerve to ask my husband about it. I was afraid he might be upset with me. Wait, why am I thinking about oral sex? Oh god, this cock on my face! It's as big as the one in my hand!
"Really what, honey? What did you say?" called my husband. "It's really slippery," I replied. As I spoke, the cock at my face rubbed against my lips. I sounded like the kid from Fat Albert when the words came out. "Ibt's reballby slibberby" is what echoed through the lockerroom. "What?" he called.
Then a voice whispered in my ear. "How slippery is it?" And then I felt it. Another cock! Held in the position I was, my legs were spread to maintain my balance. I felt a third cock sliding against the tiny bit of fabric that protected my vagina. Fabric that was, not surprisingly, very wet. "Honey, I didn't understand you! Are you alright?" My caring husband called to me. The voice behind me whispered again, "go ahead, tell him you're alright. Go ahead."
