Did I Create a Monster?

As a curious husband is bound to do, after 10 years of marriage I began to long for more variety in our sex life. I proposed the standard male fantasy of bringing another woman into our bed, and my wife, Lynn, responded "no, never, not happening, don't ask again." It left very little gray area for bargaining. I was tempted to cheat and have a little action on the side, but a thought crossed my mind - if I could get her to have sex with another guy, it would further the chances of her letting me have another woman. So I suggested to her a threesome with another guy. Again she said she could never do this, but her reasoning was interesting - she would feel uncomfortable with me being there. She said it would be extremely awkward and would feel like cheating. I know not to push Lynn if I want something, so I dropped the subject.

Unable to get the thought of Lynn fucking another guy out of my head, the next day I went to an adult store and dropped $59 on a state-of-the-art realistic cock, complete with veins and balls and nicely flexible. I have suggested a dildo like this in the past, but Lynn always felt more comfortable with the hard plastic vibes, as they didn't "gross her out." That night in bed, I told her I had a surprise and pulled this beautiful nine-inch cock out of its satin bag. She rolled her eyes at me, and I asked her to just play along and humor me. She thought I was weird and hesitantly let me pull her into position. She laid on her back, with me lying on my side next to her, my left arm under her head. I held the dildo in my left hand and told her to close her eyes. I whispered in her ear that my friend was here, and how badly I wanted her to do this for me.

I told her how hot it made me and kissed her neck, and promised not to make her feel guilty afterwards. I traced her lips with that big dildo, ran it up and down her face and neck, and told her to open her mouth. Her lips parted, and I got a very close up view of what my wife would look like sucking a nice big cock. She was unsure at first, but in about 30 seconds was aggressively deep throating the cock. I was whispered how hot this looked, and she turned her head towards me, gave me a big kiss on the mouth, and asked if I liked this. I could only nod, and she went right back to working on him. My right hand found her pussy under the sheets, and she was very, very turned on. She came after I rubbed her clit for only a minute or two, and I came as well, without being touched. I couldn't believe how hot it made her, and she made the same observation about me.

Our "friend" became part of our sex life over the next few months. We used it about every third lovemaking session, as I didn't want it to become an every day toy, just a fantasy. I always came fairly quickly when I made love to her while sucked that cock. One evening while I was screwing her, Lynn takes the dildo out of her mouth and suggests that if I come too quickly, maybe our friend can fuck her. Of course I came instantly when I heard this. She lays on her back with her legs bent and open. I put some lube on the nine-inch cock and placed it at the opening of her pussy. A relatively small girl at 5 foot 3, I didn't know how much of it she could handle, as it was 2 inches larger then I am. I hesitated though, and leaned in close to her face. I made her beg me.

With some encouragement, Lynn said, "Please let him fuck me." With that, I kissed her on the mouth, locking my mouth over hers... and slid the cock into her. I wanted to feel her moan into my mouth, which she did. And kissed me back passionately. I worked the big cock into her, moving a little deeper with each stroke, aware the whole time how large it was. As it was in her almost to the balls, I knew she was being penetrated farther then I have ever given it to her. I asked if it hurt, and she tells me to be quiet, don't talk. She is opening her legs wider and wider, something I have never seen her do, until the balls of this cock are touching her, and I am thrusting it back and forth as she moans. I was turned on and shocked at the same time, as I always thought men cared more about cock size then women. But seeing the way she reacted, I couldn't resist saying, "Tell me you love it. Admit you love the way a bigger cock feels in you. Say it." She wouldn't say she liked it better then mine, but did admit, "It feels really fucking amazing."

We played this game for a year. I realized that a threesome was never going to occur, and began to understand that the only way this fantasy would start is if I let another guy fuck her, without me being there. This wasn't my first choice (or second, actually) but I decided to pursue the idea.

Lynn chats on one of the popular chat programs a few times a week. I hopped on her computer and got her user ID number when she was out one day. Essentially, I got in touch with a few swingers or available men in surrounding cities, and suggested that she might be open to a little fun, but they would have to do a little seducing, and gave them her ID # so they could "randomly" page her. I know she wouldn't initiate any meetings, but perhaps a few guys chatting with her would at least plant a seed in her head. I was careful to select guys that I thought would be to her liking, had large cocks (my criterion), and lived at least a hundred miles away. The far distance would insure that we would never "bump into" anyone in the future, or have him ring our doorbell.

Soon I received a private email from Ken, one of the guys I had given Lynn's chat # to a few months ago. He told me that my 32 year-old wife was quite a flirt, and that he thought there was some potential. Ken was 40 years old, recently divorced, and lived in Boston (4 hours away from us, a good distance). I told him I would work on it, and to keep chatting with Lynn, and I would be in touch shortly. I waited until Lynn left the house, got on her computer, and looked in the "received files" folder. I discovered 3 pictures of Ken, one fully nude. My lovely wife had seen him naked, and his cock was huge. She had never mentioned him to me. I realized that his email name was "Ken10", and it didn't stand for him being the 10th Ken online, but for his 10-inch cock. My stomach did a somersault, and I began to worry whether or not I could go through with this.

I didn't know how to casually bring up a trip to Boston, so over the next month or so I was more persistent in discussing her fantasies. I asked her if she ever chatted with cute guys online, and told her I hoped she did so, because I enjoy her flirting. She told me, with a fiendish smile, that she might have flirted a little. I jumped at the opportunity and asked her to tell me about him, I needed to know. She made me promise I wouldn't be mad, and walked over to the computer, and showed me Ken's picture. I said, "Wow, he is fucking huge!" She just admitted he was pretty large. I sarcastically suggested she flirt with guys who are a little smaller! I mentioned to Lynn that if they have become friends, we should go up to Boston for a nice dinner with him. She said she would think about it. That was all I needed to hear.

I made plans for a long weekend a month in advance. I spoke with Ken on the phone, and we both booked rooms. I told him no promises, as we will all just have a nice dinner together (my treat), and play the evening by ear. This was important as I didn't want Lynn to feel any pressure, and would give either of us a chance to call it off for any reason. I told Lynn that I set a dinner date in two weeks at the Hyatt in Boston, and she should contact her friend Ken and see if he can make it. Again she said she would think about it, and later that evening she said we could go, but only for dinner, no fancy stuff.

The car ride up was difficult for me. Although she was acting noncommittal, Lynn had gone for a manicure, pedicure and waxing, and was obviously nervous. I spent the drive reassuring her that we would simply have a nice dinner, maybe dance a little in the bar, and then she and I can go back to our room and fantasize with the dildo.

We checked in around 5pm, and she put on a black dress (which had a fairly low neckline) that hung down to her knees. We made our way downstairs to the restaurant, where we met Ken at 6pm. He greeted Lynn with a kiss on the cheek and me with a hearty handshake. As always, I was wearing a dark suit, and Ken a blue blazer and taupe slacks. We had a wonderful dinner, and I made sure Lynn had three glasses of red wine. Lynn seemed to really enjoy Ken's company, and leaned toward him a number of times to laugh at his creative sense of humor. He complimented her a few times, and she returned the compliments as well. Following dinner, I suggested we head for the bar, as a four-piece band was playing.

She and I danced, and I suggested he do, Ken cut in. Lynn exchanged glances with me, I gave her a wink, and Ken took my place the dance floor. I made up some excuse about having to put champagne on ice in our room, and left them. I watched them from the back of the bar for a minute or two, and was actually overcome with butterflies in my stomach. I walked away, out into the night air, had a cigarette, and headed back into the bar. The song was a slow one, and Ken and Lynn were slow dancing, his hand just above her ass, and they were pressed closely together. They were talking back and forth, smiling. The song ended, and they exchanged a brief kiss! Again my stomach ached! They headed off the floor to our table, and I came back and sat down as well. Lynn excused herself for the ladies room, and I said I had to go as well and followed. We walked down the bathroom hallway, at which point Lynn turned to kiss me on the mouth. She confessed that he had gotten aroused during their dance, and she could feel him pressing against her stomach. "And?" I asked. She said it was a real turn on. A lump formed in my throat. We went back to our table. It was almost 9pm, and I told Ken that the wine was getting to Lynn and she and I were going to back to our room for an hour, and that we should all meet back in the bar at 10. This would give me a chance to see where Lynn stood and express my concern that I might not be able to let this happen. Lynn told me to head on up to the room, and she wanted to spend five minutes talking with Ken and would be up shortly. I told Ken I'd see him later, and left.

As promised, Lynn arrived at our room five minutes after me. The door opened, and she greeted me with a number of passionate kisses. I started to talk through her kisses and tell her I was getting cold feet. I suggested that maybe we postpone this fantasy until we could find someone a little smaller, and now that push comes to shove I couldn't handle her having someone as large as Ken. I said that we should go downstairs and dance a little more, and tell Ken that you weren't ready for this, and come back and continue our fantasy role-playing.

She grabbed my cock through my pants, and confessed how hot she was. Maybe Lynn saw the fear in my eyes, and proposed that perhaps she could just give him a hand job or a little oral. Lynn reminded me I spent a year begging her to do this, and that I shouldn't worry. I expressed my concern that she would like his bigger cock better then mine, and she said it was a one-time thing, and that I shouldn't be jealous. I asked Lynn not to be mad at me, but we have to back out, but I promise in the future to find someone a little less endowed. My stomach was flip-flopping now I was so nervous, and I had to use the bathroom. I came out in a few minutes, feeling better but knowing it was approaching 10pm. We had to make a decision. Evidently it was made for me, as Lynn was gone. Her panties were on the bed, with a note on the hotel stationary "Went to Ken's room, I can't let you back out after all this. Don't wait up. Love, Lynn."

Instant panic. A lurch in my stomach like someone kicked me. I was out of the room in a flash, running for the bar to intercept Lynn. They were not there. Back to the front desk, I spoke excitedly to the clerk, unable to think of Ken's last name. The clerk apologizes, but their computer has no way to search by a guest's first name. The hotel has 10 floors each with an east and west wing, and not knowing what to do, I begin to jog down each hallway. A few times I hear muffled groans coming from various rooms, but am unable to determine who they belong to. Out of breath, I arrive back at our room, and call Lynn on her cell phone. It rings on the other nightstand, as she had left it behind. Feeling defeated, I sit down on our bed, pick up the panties she left behind, and jerk off. The combination of pain and pleasure I was experiencing emotionally was nearly unimaginable. I went to get her bag and pull out the nine-inch dildo, so I could picture the big dick she was probably sucking right now. It was gone. She took the bag with her fancy underwear and the dildo with her. Damn. I opened the champagne, and started drinking the whole bottle.

In an hour, the phone rang. I pick it up, and it's Lynn. "Honey I didn't want to run out on you, but you were getting scared and I can't have you wanting this for another year!" I interrupt her, telling her to please come back to our room, asking what room she is in, begging her please not to go through with this. There is a moment's pause, and she whispers "Too late honey. Please. I have to go. Don't make this hard for me."

"Wait!" I plead, "Don't go! You can't do this!" Lynn tells me to be quiet, as promised it was only oral sex and she would come back to the room in a little while. A brief wave of relief washed over me, as what was done was done, and would be over soon. I guess Ken came out of the bathroom, because I heard him approach the phone and Lynn told him she was speaking with me. Lynn said she had to go, but I heard Ken ask for the phone. She handed it to him, Ken told me we would talk later, and there was a clunk. I don't know if he dropped the phone or placed it on the nightstand. I could still hear ok, and heard Lynn giggle, and then "Whoa! Slow down! This wasn't part of the deal!"

I heard Lynn mumble that what I didn't know wouldn't hurt me, and that he could put it in a little bit. "Only if you guide me in" said Ken. He was going to make my wife violate herself. Of course no guy ever puts his cock in "a little bit" and soon Lynn yelled "holy s**t" and began moaning and groaning like I have never heard before. I came just listening to her on the phone. I could hear Ken in the background telling her to say it. He knew I was listening and that Lynn was not aware that I was. He was demanding she say how much bigger he was.

Lynn distractedly moaned "Honey you are so much bigger then my husband. I love your cock." Ken asked how deep he felt, and Lynn groaned, "Oh shut up and fuck me harder. Hold my legs open wider you are filling more than anyone ever has. Holy crap I could get used to this." Ken told her to turn over, and I guess as she did she faced away from the phone, and gave him the opportunity to hang up. The click shocked me, and I sat there stunned with the phone against my head for another 30 seconds.

Lynn came back to our room around 4am. As I began to speak, she covered my mouth with hers and kissed me generously. She thanked me and told me how much she loves me, and requested I not ask any questions. This way, she said, she would not have to lie.