Cain's Pole

Dirt roads, Tailgates, Swimmin' holes, Catfish, Cane poles, seems all country songs sing about the same old things. This one annoying song, that was a hit at the time, was on the radio one day and I complained to my wife that they all sound the same.

She said "Yea they play it all the time. It always reminds me of that guy Cain I dated in college."

So I asked "What brought that up?"

"Well you know Cane pole..."

"So every time you hear this annoying song you think about Cain's pole?

She laughed out loud and said "No, not every time."

"Oh, o.k. just sometimes?"

"Well, every now and then."

I was a little surprised. But hey we all have a past. But I wanted to know more.

"So why do you think about it?"

She got shy all of a sudden. "I don't. I was joking with you."

"O.K." I said reluctantly. I've learned when to shut up.

So a few weeks went by and we were going out to eat and that same damn song came on. I couldn't help myself.

I blurted out "Here's that song about your boyfriend's pole again!"

She laughed and said "I knew you would say that as soon as I heard the first note."

"Well now that you told me that, I think about it every time I hear it."

She smiled slyly and asked "So you think about me and Cain's pole every time it comes on?

"To be honest I kinda do. You never told me much about him. So I guess I'm curious."

"Honey I would never hide anything from you. It's ancient history. But if you want to know anything about my past just ask."

Here was my chance. I did want to know all about it. Her and him. How long they dated? Why did they break up? Did she think about his pole! So I said, "Tell me."

She said "I totally understand. Guys always want to know those things. We covered most of my past before we got married. I'm with you now and none of that matters. But I will tell you since you need to know."

She explained that they met at a Frat party and she gave him a blow job the same night they met.

"Why?" I asked

"I wasn't ready to have sex with him but he was really cute and I wanted to please him."

"Oh O.K. go on..."

They went out for about 3 months. During that time she knew he was seeing other girls but they weren't that serious so she couldn't get too mad.

"Didn't it bother you that he was seeing other girls?"

"A little but he was so fun and good looking, I couldn't resist."

"Why did you stop seeing him?"

She blushed. "Well funny thing. After I started hanging out with him, I realized he had a reputation and I was getting a reputation for being with him."

"Reputation for what?"

"His Pole."

"Huh?"

"Baby you asked. It was huge, and he had been with a lot of girls. The story on campus was he ruined girls for anyone else. So if you were with him, other guys wouldn't want you. You would hear whispers when you walked in somewhere with him. Once when I got in the shower after gym a girl said "Don't lose the soap in your vagina."

She laughed "I was horrified but she wasn't wrong"

"Hang on. Was that the reason you gave him a blow job the first night you met him?"

A little embarrassed she told me "Yes. I was scared to have sex with something that big but I had to touch it and one thing led to another."

"Did you take it all?"

"As much as I could. I don't know why I am telling you this but I'm sure you want to know. Yes he came a lot and I swallowed all I could."

I had to laugh. "Thanks. Saved me asking. So I guess a girl like that could get a reputation."

"Yea I suppose, silly I know but everyone was young and dumb. Anyway I started spending too much time with him and not taking care of my school work. And when I wasn't with him I was worried about who he was with, so I stopped seeing him."

I was stunned.

"So let me get this straight? You were dating a big dicked stud that was ruining your pussy and I never heard about this?"

"He didn't ruin it. It doesn't work like that. Besides that was a few years before we met. It healed up." She laughed.

"Healed up?"

She explained, although you can't technically ruin a vagina it does acclimate to what it gets used to having in it. She explained that he always made her feel loose. She had gotten used to his size and now was scared she wouldn't be satisfied with something smaller.

I asked "Something smaller? Like me?"

"Oh honey. You are perfect. We fit together so well. As I said that is history and I am happy with you."

"Thank you. I love you for being honest with me"

Dinner was filled with innuendos and sexual tension. We had a great meal then went home to watch a movie in bed. But I'll be damned! That song was in the movie.

"This is ridiculous! Now he is in our bed with us!"

We both cracked up. It was pretty funny. Curiosity was killing me.

"So how big?"

"Huge. I couldn't get my fingers all the way around it and when I had both hands around it the head stuck out."

The vision of that was just too much.

"Oh Shit!" I said. "Let me kiss that pussy he used to own."

She asked " What did you say?"

"You heard me."

"Oh you nasty boy. He did own it. But it's all yours now."

I laughed "Except the parts he reached I couldn't."

"You like this don't you?"

I admitted it was turning me on. She forced my head down between her legs and said "Eat my ruined pussy."

That song had awakened something primal is us. She came on my face hard. She pulled me up and said "Fuck your wife."

I couldn't stop myself. As I pushed my hard dick in her I said,

"I know you wish it was Cain's pole ruining your pussy."

She squealed. "God yes I do. I could handle it so much better now."

I stopped for a second and said "How far are we taking this fantasy tonight?"

"How far do you want me to take it? She asked.

I gently whispered "You lead. I'm excited for wherever you want to take us."

"Ruin my pussy Cain. Fuck me harder. Make my husband sorry he asked about you."

Oh fuck it was all I could do to hold back. I pulled out and went back to licking her. She thrashed and came on my face again. I couldn't take it anymore, I flipped her over doggy style and fucked her as hard as I could for about 30 seconds. I came harder than I had in years. She fell forward and I collapsed on top of her. We regained composure after a few minutes. But it was hard to look her in the face. She grabbed my chin and turned my face to her and said "Look at me. It's just a fantasy. I love you." I kissed her and we both got up to clean up.

When we got back in bed I said "Whatever you call it, it certainly got us both turned on."

She agreed. "Yea that was fuckin' hot."

I couldn't stop myself. I said " I bet Cain is on Facebook."

She said "I know he is. We are friends on there. Goodnight dear."

She fell asleep quite quickly. But how was I to sleep knowing she was friends with her hugely endowed old boyfriend on Facebook. So of course I went to her page and searched her friends. I was turned on all over again when I found the only Cain on her friends list. He was handsome, buff, and black. She somehow had left that out. I tried to sleep but was so turned on by this new information. I couldn't wait to ask her about this!

I played it cool the next day and didn't mention a thing. We kissed goodbye as normal and both of us headed to work. It was hard not bringing up anything but I decided I would let it go and see what happened. It didn't take long. A few days later she nonchalantly asked "Have you looked up Cain yet?"

"Haha maybe... Yes of course I did. You didn't tell me he was black."

"You didn't ask. Does that bother you?"

"If I'm being honest it actually turns me on more. I just wonder why you didn't tell me?"

"I don't know. The whole once you go black thing is so cliche and not always true. I guess I didn't want to worry you."

"Should I be worried?"

"Nope. As I said ancient history."

"Alright baby. I love you and trust you. It's all good."

That night as we got into bed I snuggled up behind her and told her I was glad she came back from black. She laughed and said "Make me glad about it."

So I went down with a vengeance. She came quickly and then flipped her over and gave her my best 3 minutes. I apologized for cumming so fast. She said "I understand you have learned some new things about me and I can tell it turns you on. I like it."

I told her I was a little ashamed to admit it but it did turn me on immensely. I confessed I would have loved to see her with Cain. And although I knew it was in the past and just fantasy role play for us, I couldn't get it out of my head. She told me that would never happen. Our love was too precious. I thanked her for that and promised to let the past be the past.

So many months went by and our relationship went back to how it was, but every so often we would hear that song, laugh about it then and have the nastiest sex ever. Always bringing up Cain's pole ruining her hole.

So after one such night I said "The hottest sex we have is when you are thinking about him. And I admit it turns me the fuck on. I think you should message him and let me watch. Just one time."

We went back and forth with this conversation for a few weeks until finally during sex one night I was laying it on thick about Cain and she blurted out in passion "Okay I'll do it! I have wanted to try that big cock again since we split up!"

We both exploded in a powerful orgasm. And I knew it was only a matter of time now. Not much time at all really. When we calmed down she picked up the phone and asked...

"Are you sure?"

"Yes please."

She messaged him right then. They messaged half the night. I lay there next to her reading every word. I was so hard. Turns out he had done this many times before with other married couples. I guess his reputation had opened many doors or legs for him. They made a date for Friday and it was only Tuesday. The waiting was so erotic and frustrating all at the same time.

When she left Friday evening she looked incredible. She wore a dress and a glow I hadn't seen in years. She promised to call or text where she was and how late she would be. She told me she loved me and was doing this for me and her. She knew it had the potential to take us to new places in our already great relationship. I kissed her and said "Have fun. You being happy, makes me happy."

Those were hard words to say. Because I had a feeling she was going to be very happy. Could I handle it? It was hard waiting for sure. She texted me about every hour. Dinner. Drinks. Dancing. His place. Then the last text was I will be home tomorrow. I love you.

The rest of Friday night and Saturday morning were agony. I tried to keep my mind on other things but that was impossible. I must have masturbated five times. I was finally able to sleep a little. I woke up and she still wasn't there. My mind was racing! Finally at 11am she texted she was on her way home. I called her immediately but she said she wouldn't tell me anything until she could see my face. She wanted to see my reaction.

I met her at the door. I pulled her to my arms and kissed her deeply. She smelled and tasted like him. I found this strangely arousing. She looked like she had been road hard and put up wet, and it looked so good on her. As sexy as I'd ever seen her.

I asked, "So how was it?"

She said, "You are either going to love this or hate it." "Because last night either ruined us or made us. It certainly changed me."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Come to bed with me and I will show and tell you all about it."

In the bedroom she raised her arms and told me to undress her. She explained she had several surprises for me to see. As I took off her shirt I could see bite marks on her breasts. When I took off her bra her nipples looked bruised, swollen and red. I gasped.

She whispered "It's ok. I loved it. There's much more to discover."

She slipped off her heels and lay across the bed. I slid her jeans off, her thighs were also red. Her white panties had a big wet spot in the middle and something black written under them. I was out of my mind with lust and questions. I pulled her panties down and saw the most sexy and scary thing ever. Her beautiful, shaved, raw, gaping pussy. Cum was still leaking from it. Just above it written in magic marker it said Cain's Cunt. I stood there and just tried to take it all in. She looked at me and after an awkward silence asked "Can you live with this?"

"I guess I will have too, it was kind of my idea."

She said "Good. Now I have some ideas now too. Clean me and reclaim me."

I went to get a wash rag but she stopped me.

"No, with your mouth."

Her look told me she meant it and I should obey.

I put my mouth over her pussy and started to lick. Their juices oozed into my mouth. It was so intoxicating. A little gross but so hot.

He must have came a lot because she flooded my mouth. The more I licked the more cum ran into my mouth. She moaned and told me to feel what he had done to her. I was hard as I have ever been. I pushed into her with ease. Almost as if there was nothing there. I stroked in and out several times without any resistance. It didn't take long and I came violently. It had to have been from the excitement, because I really couldn't feel much of anything.

She pulled me into her and let me erupt. She held me tight for several seconds. Then she finally said, "I love you, and I love that you let me do that."

I told her it was so hot seeing her like that. I never thought we would go through with it, but I was glad we did.

"Could you feel me?"

"Kind of..."

"I know. I feel like I have had a baseball bat in me." "But I have to tell you, it was incredible. He did me twice last night and once this morning."

"Wow. No wonder you were so full. Do you like feeling like that? You know, like a bat has been in you?"

"In a weird fucked up way I do. Makes me feel like a sexy slut. Knowing I can satisfy a man like that makes me feel empowered."

"What do you mean. a man like that?"

"A stud."

"What exactly does being a stud mean to you?"

She took my hand and said "I've never hid anything from you, and never will if you want to know. Are you sure you really want to know?"

"Fuck yea! This has been so hot. Of course I want to know!"

As she gave me all the details, the reality hit me hard but I can't say I wasn't turned on. At first she had a hard time adjusting to his size. It was so big it almost knocked the air out of her when he finally hit bottom. He told her that he was going to turn her pussy into a hungry cunt. That this time she would never want to quit fucking him. And that I would just have to get used to her being at his service whenever he needed it.

"Is that true?"

"Oh baby he can go forever. Each time he took me it was at least an hour."

"So is that what you want?"

"I so love you. I don't want to lose you. It was just sex talk. I know you would never go for that."

"Is that something you would want? Being his hungry cunt?"

"He did make it hungry. It feels so open now that I want it filled back up. I swear I could do him again right now."

"Aha! So that is what you want!"

She was ashamed to admit it, but she did. She had loved it. She had missed his cock and now that stupid song had awakened her need for it again. I also had to admit that I loved it. She was my wife but her hungry cunt needed more. She put three fingers in her pussy and scooped out the mixture his, hers and my cum. She smeared it on my lips and again asked, "Can you live with this?"