Hidden Lusts - Part 1
My wife, Belle, and I have been married for a little over 10 years. We started dating when she was 20 and I was 23. She was my dream girl. Growing up playing all sports, but mainly volleyball, her figure was tone and athletic with a gorgeous bubble butt. Her tits were great too and she filled up a C cup nicely. Long, straight, brown hair went down the length of her back and her eyes were a sparkling hazel color that had a little more green than brown. To top it all off, her smile would light up the room. She was a jaw-dropper for sure and she didn't even know it. Like all girls, she always would point out her flaws like her bubble butt saying it was too big which was absolutely absurd! It was mine AND all of my friend's favorite feature of her. She was a head turner and regularly kept in shape by working out still.
I'm a good looking guy, at least that's what I'm told, and I never had an issue with girlfriends growing up and through college. I also played all sports in high school. I was team captain in football and started on offense as a slot receiver and on defense was a cornerback. I had an athletic build at 5'10 and 195lbs of muscle. I was athletic, but not good enough to play in D1. My family wasn't well off and even though I earned a scholarship in college for grades, I had a job to pay for fun, books, rent, food, and most of all, the bars. After college, I had moved to the big city where I knew absolutely no one and started my career in sales.
The 4 years Belle and I dated were full of sex and trying new things. Even though I had plenty of girlfriends and never had any complaints, I always wished I had a bigger dick. I guess I'm average-sized. 6.5 inches and a normal girth. The reason I'm telling you this is because I "think" that's how my fetish started. I have always wanted to see Belle get fucked by a bigger guy. Maybe it was from the porn we watched together sometimes. Porn stars were HUNG. That gave me an idea so I bought a 10" long red vibrating dildo. The day the dildo arrived was valentine's day the 2nd year we were dating. She had texted me that she was on the way over to my apartment that I shared with 2 other roommates. They were both at work so we had the place to ourselves and I had planned for us to have a home cooked dinner with her favorite wine.
Around 5pm she knocked at the door, and when I opened it, my jaw hit the floor. She was wearing a brown over coat and pink high heels. Her hair was styled wavy and she looked stunning with her red lipstick accentuating her pouty lips. She stood there in a sexy little pose smiling at me and slowly untied her coat revealing the sexiest pink lacy lingerie set. The bra was see through and her tits here popping out. The panties were the cheeky kind and I could only imagine what her ass looked like in them. She walked slowly towards me, cupped my crotch with her hand and shoved her tongue down my throat.
"Happy valentine's day baby. Sorry I unwrapped your present. I'll let you enjoy the rest of it though." She grinned.
We basically ran to the bedroom forgetting about dinner and starting going at it. We loved 69'ing and Belle's ass in my face while she gagged on my dick, was BY FAR the closest to heaven-on-earth that I'll experience. I had placed the dildo under one of the pillows on the bed thinking we were going to use it. With her perfect ass hovering over my face, I thought this was the perfect time to surprise her with it. She was moaning on my dick and I was happily licking up her juices that were flowing down her thighs, when I started to slowly insert the 10" red vibrating dildo in her. She immediately clinched up to the intrusion of something much bigger than me invading her tight pussy and deepthroated me over and over while the dildo reached parts of her I never could. The moans and sounds she was making was driving me crazy. I kept working it in her and she came on it buried about 7 inches inside of her. Her legs her shaking uncontrollably, clinching my head tight between her thighs and her juices started flowing freely from her. I could barely breathe, but I did not care. My goal was to bring her as much pleasure as possible. Her moaning around my cock was all I could take and I exploded down her throat. She pulled off my dick and collapsed on top of me with her face lying on my thigh and my dick and balls resting along it. She was still having small convulsions with the dildo in her. I was giving her light kisses along her clit and the inside of her thighs thinking she was done, but she started licking my balls and pushing back on the dildo still buried in her 3/4 of the way. She started moaning again, muttering "o fuck, holy shit, fuckkkkkk me that feels soooo good". That surprised me because she hardly ever talked like that and that was all the encouragement I needed. I started sliding the dildo in and out of her watching her pussy lips tight around the girth, gripping it as it slid in and out. She was bucking her ass back and forth on the dildo which also made her pussy grind against my face. She came HARD again and I had the best view in the house. Her juices flooded my face and I was greedily lapping them all up. Fuck she tasted so good. Belle never came that hard with me even though I never had any issues making her cum. This was on a different level.
She climbed off of me and laid there panting. A light layer of sweat was on her forehead, her upper lip, and covering her body in a sexy sheen from the sunset coming through the bedroom windows.
"O MY GOSH!!!!" Belle yelled as another small convulsion ran through her body. "That was incredible James! I am NOT done with you tonight, but I don't think I can handle that monster inside me again." She was probably right. Her pussy was gaping and looked red. She took a pounding for sure. The rest of the night was incredible and we had sex 2 more times before showering together and falling asleep wrapped in each others arms to a rom-com.
Over the next several years, we used that dildo only a handful of times. If I had it my way, we would use it every time. I loved that view of her small, petite, athletic body, taking that monster cock. Her pussy lips gripping around it and holding on for dear life. My fantasy kept growing to see her with a hung guy in real life, but every time I brought this up to her, she shot me down and told me I was always enough for her and she didn't want to be with anyone else. While this made me feel confident in our love and relationship, it also made me disappointed that I would probably never see my fantasy come to fruition. O well, at least I could fantasize about it.
Life continued. Work was great. I was climbing the ladder and making really good money. Belle was a middle school teacher and coaching girls soccer and volleyball. Her students adored her and of course, all of the boys had a major crush on her. I would always catch them starting at her ass when I was supporting her at her team's games. We had saved up enough money and bought a great starter home. To break it in, we decided to have a house warming party with our closest friends. Our work friends were going to attend and while we were more tame in our young-adult lives, we still played drinking games when we all got together. Teachers and sales people like to party and putting them together was a recipe for a good time!
Most of our friends were all in committed relationships, but I did work with one guy named Sam that went from girl to girl. He would always tell me about his sexual adventures with them and I would always laugh at his crazy stories. Sam was a good looking guy, taller than me, a swimmer's build with broad shoulders, a charming/funny personality, and apparently he was wasn't lacking in his endowment. No wonder all of these girls liked him. I had also confided in Sam about my fantasy with Belle one day at a happy hour when he asked about mine and Belle's sex life after a few drinks. He was shocked at my response.
"Why would you want Belle fucking another guy!? Aren't you afraid she would leave you or it would ruin your marriage?" he asked.
"Not at all." I replied. "Belle and I love each other very much. We have been through a lot together in our relationship that brought us closer together. Both of our families experienced some unexpected deaths and we supported each other through those difficult times. Our love is strong and I'm not a jealous type. I want to see her experience a pleasure I can't give to her. Don't get me wrong, our sex life is great and Belle has never complained once about my size. I'm not worried about Belle leaving me, but she would never do anything anyways. Every time I bring it up to her she says our sex life is great and she doesn't feel like it's right to be with another guy since we are married. It's against God's word." I continued.
Sam laughed. "Well you're a damn lucky guy. She is gorgeous. You better keep her to yourself and not lose her!"
