How Wonderful

This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. The story is divided into seven chapters and the follow-on chapters will appear over the next several days. This is a story of an unfaithful wife and the results. There is not a lot of explicit sex, if that is what you are looking for. I hope you enjoy.

My name is Gerri and I am 25. My husband, Sam (26), and I live in a modest three bedroom house in a middle class neighborhood in a small mid-western city. We have been married seven years and have two girls, Marci (3) and Anna (5). Sam is a line supervisor for the telephone company. His normal work hours are 6 a.m. to 2 p.m. and he is usually home about three. I work at home for an insurance company 4-5 hours per day.

Ever since the children have been able to walk and enjoy playing outdoors, I have taken them, almost every day, to Sharon's house. Sharon is my best friend from high school and we ended up living a block and a half from each other. Sharon has two girls also and their ages are almost the same as mine. Her husband was killed in an auto accident over eighteen months ago, but he left a good insurance policy so that Sharon could, if she is thrifty, get along without working.

Our normal routine is for me to take the kids to her house about ten. Weather permitting we pack a lunch and walk to a nearby park. Shortly after lunch we return to one of our houses, usually Sharon's, and put the kids down for a nap. During nap time one of us stays with the kids while other runs errands when needed. After the naps we let the kids play for a while, sometimes returning to the park, and then I return home with my kids by three in the afternoon. If we aren't at the house when Sam comes home, he comes to Sharon's or the park and gets us.

The embryo to my problem was set in place about eight months ago. Sharon decided to take in a renter to supplement her income. She rented one bedroom and bath to a middle-aged (38) black man who works as a bartender. He works from 4 p.m. until 2 a.m. and usually comes home about 3 a.m. He sleeps until around 10 a.m. and on work days he showers, dresses, and leaves for work about 2 p.m.

I had met Mark, her roomer, and would see him from time-to-time as he was leaving for work. He seemed to be very nice. Anyway, about six months ago, I had to enroll Anna for kindergarten and were late getting to Sharon's that morning. I had let Sharon know the night before.

Sharon was acting strangely and seemed to be in a cloud. She was anxious to get to the park. Once at the park, she just sat with a sort of silly grin on her face. I didn't know whether to talk to her or just pretend that I didn't notice anything. After a while I couldn't stand it any more and said, "Sharon, what's gotten in to you? You're acting strange."

She looked at me with a big smile and said, "Gerri, I thought you would never ask and what I'm going to tell you stays between us. OK?"

I affirmed that I would keep a secret and she continued. "It's funny that you asked what had gotten in to me because that's exactly what it's all about."

I looked at her questioningly. Her reply didn't make any sense. Then she went on in a twitter, "Mark got into me this morning. Gerri, it was pure heaven. I haven't been with a man since my husband's death, and I can tell you this was worth waiting for. He's very well endowed and he knows how to use it."

Sharon then revealed the whole story. She and Mark had been innocently playing around for several weeks. A few days ago she passed Mark's room and the door was not fully shut. She saw him dropping his towel as he prepared to dress after a shower and she saw his cock. She said it was enormous. (As it turns out, he is hung with eleven inches of meat.). Anyway, she couldn't get her mind off of what she had seen. The next few days she shied away from the playful games.

This morning, they had started to mess around again. He was holding her from behind and she backed up into his semi-erect cock. She couldn't pass off the feeling she had and turning around she told Mark that she had seen him dressing. He was a little embarrassed and said he would be sure to keep the door shut. They sat down and talked a little. Then she said she didn't know what made her do it, but she asked Mark if she could see it up close. Mark was reluctant saying he didn't think it was the right thing to do.

She persisted and he relented and unzipped his trousers. He then pulled his semi-erect cock out for her to see. She just couldn't resist it and she reached over and gently stroked it. Then she began to gently stroke it. She said she didn't know why she did this but she seemed to be mesmerized by the largest cock that she had ever seen. Without a word between them, and knowing I would be late, she let him lead her to his bedroom.

I don't have to say what happened next. Simply stated, Sharon enjoyed one of the best fucks she had ever had. I asked her if she was going to do it again and she didn't hesitate to say she definitely would.

She leaned over, took my hand and said, "Oh Gerri, you have no idea what it is like to have a monster cock completely filling your pussy. Until you have had the experience, you just can't imagine what it is like to be so completely fucked."

Over the next few weeks I could see Sharon blossom again into a completely fulfilled and happy woman. I know she was sleeping with him some nights and was also enjoying some early morning encounters, because she would call and bring the kids to my house before time to go to the park on some mornings. I was very happy for her and was very relieved to learn she was on the pill again.

My happiness for Sharon prompted me to let Sam in on what was happening. Sam was amazed and couldn't get over Sharon being with a black man. He even joked that this man must be delivering quite a package for Sharon. I told him that it was not funny and to stop being so crude. He then asked if I had met him and I told him that I had, on a couple of occasions, and that from what I could see, he seemed to be very nice.

Sam quipped back, "How big, I mean how nice is he?"

I slugged him on the shoulder and told him he was awful.

Our routines stayed pretty much the same for several weeks. One day, by the time we returned from the park, it had become very hot outside. After lunch and the children were put down, Sharon made some vodka gimlets. We both had several and were becoming giddy; when Mark came into the kitchen before going to work.

She called him over to her and whispered something in his ear with a giggle. Then she said in a tipsy voice, "Gerri, I don't think you believed me when I told you about Mark. Would you like to see for yourself what he has?"

Feeling light headed, and not giving it a thought, I just giggled, "Sure, Why not?"

Mark looked at me and asked if I was sure. I told him to go ahead. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen. I was taking a sip of my gimlet and I almost swallowed the glass.

Sharon asked if I would like to touch it.

Although I was feeling a small buzz from the drinks, I knew that things were starting to head in the wrong direction and that I should leave and come back for the children after their naps. But I couldn't take my eyes off of that mammoth piece of manhood. I protested and made a feeble excuse, but I didn't move or take my eyes off his cock.

After a moment, Sharon took Mark's hand and led him over to me. She then took my hand and placed Mark's, now beginning to stiffen, cock in the palm of my hand and said, "Gerri, don't be a prude, enjoy it for a minute."

My fingers could not go all the way around his cock, but I began to gently stroke it. I had made about three or four strokes when I heard one of the children in the bedroom. I popped out of my stupor, dropped Mark's cock, and started for the door. Sharon was a step ahead of me and pushed my shoulders back and said, "I'll take the kids to the park, go ahead, enjoy yourself with Mark."

The shock of what I had been doing, and hearing one of the children, had snapped me back to reality. Almost in panic, I pushed by Sharon and went to the children. I was shaking like a leaf. I got the kids, told Sharon I would see her tomorrow, and headed home. The kids protested and wanted to go back to the park but I told them that I was tired and that it was too hot.

At home the children quickly went to play. I sat, still shaking, as I recalled what had happened and what I had seen and felt. I was also wondering how far things would have gone if the children hadn't awakened. By the time Sam came home I had pretty well settled down, but I was still a little in awe and very unnerved.

When we went to bed, Sam was horny and we started to make love. When I took his cock in my hand I was amazed at how small it felt compared to Mark's. But when he entered me it didn't feel small and it was completely satisfying, as usual. I love Sam with all my heart but I must admit that while making love I couldn't help but wonder: If Sam felt so good and fulfilling, what would a cock the size of Mark's feel like? The thoughts didn't linger very long as Sam carried me to a perfect climax with him.

Over the next few weeks, nothing out of the ordinary occurred but I knew Sharon had begun to sleep with Mark several nights a week. She didn't make a big deal out of it but every so often she would indicate how satisfying Mark was, and I could tell by her actions that she was really enjoying what she was getting.

It was at this time that Sam began working extremely long hours repairing phone lines and equipment destroyed in a recent range fire and I was missing some of the wonderful sex that Sam and I enjoyed. On one afternoon Sharon was a little more descriptive of her activities with Mark. Not having made love with Sam in over a week, I began to fantasize about having a big cock – Hell, any cock.

Although these fantasies would come into my mind from time-to-time, I would always dismiss them immediately as though they had been a dream. I knew deep inside that I would never know any cock but Sam's. Thinking such thoughts were like thinking about owning and living on a large estate with a staff of servants. Something that I knew was never going to happen.

One day, without thinking, the children and I went to Sharon's much earlier than usual. Her kids were playing in the yard and mine joined them. I asked where mommy was and they told me she was in the house talking to Uncle Mark. I didn't think twice about it and went into the house. Then I heard them. Mark and Sharon were in her bedroom and there was no question about what was happening. I knew that I should turn and leave, but my curiosity took over and I slipped down the hall. Before getting to her bedroom door, I spotted them in the vanity mirror. I was shocked that they would be engaged in sex with the bedroom door open and the kids up and about.

But the shock quickly went away as I watched and determined Mark was near climax. I began to feel a dampness between my legs as Mark thrust his enormous cock into Sharon and then withdraw only to lunge again. I could then see his buttocks start to quiver as he pumped his seed into her. By this time I had two fingers fully inserted in my sopping wet pussy and in a moment I came to a climax and leaned against the wall with an un-muffled moan.

Sharon heard me and before I could gather myself together and get out, she came to the door. I don't know which emotion had the greatest hold on me, embarrassment or arousal. On the one hand I felt like a school girl who had been caught masturbating in school by the school master. On the other hand, my pussy was on fire and soaking wet. I had never seen anything that had turned me on so much as what I had just witnessed. My legs were like butter and I just slumped to the floor.

Sharon came to me and took me in her arms. She told me she was sorry but I had come much earlier than I usually do. Then she let me know that she was sorry if they had shocked me, but she wasn't sorry for enjoying Mark. About that time Mark came out. He had put on a pair of boxer shorts but his cock was very apparent beneath the thin material. They helped me up and guided me in to Sharon's bedroom where they set me on the edge of the bed.

Mark started to apologize and I told him that there was nothing he needed to apologize for. I should have known better than to come so early. We talked for a little while and my weak knees began to regain their strength. I finally started to get up and just as I did, Mark got up also.

As he stood up, his now limp, giant cock fell out of the fly in his shorts. I stopped and stared. I couldn't pull my eyes away.

Sharon saw me and she asked me if I would like to touch it again.

I couldn't say anything for a moment and before I could speak, Mark stepped over to me and guided my right hand to his cock. When I touched it, it jumped slightly as if to say, 'I'm alive and waiting for you.' I couldn't stop myself and I began to stroke him. Mark pulled me to him and began to massage my breasts through my light summer sun dress and bra. My stroking was bringing the monster back to life and I was getting very wet again.

Sharon smiled at me, "I'll go look after the children. I can see that you two need to get better get acquainted."

She slipped her dress on and left the room.

My head was screaming. I knew what I should do but the feel of the big, hard, and growing cock in my hand was overpowering. I was weak mentally but I physically tried to pull away. My physical attempt was moving me away no farther than my deep breathing was moving me.

Mark moved his lips to mine and his tongue sought entrance to my mouth. After a moment I allowed it to enter. Our mouths were now wide open and our tongues were exploring each other to the maximum. By now his cock was hard as a rock and standing straight out.

We moved back to the bed and I lay down on my back still holding Mark's cock. He began to unbutton my dress and then he began kissing my neck and working his way down to the top of my breasts inside my bra. I was beginning to burn with passion and I began to pull his cock toward me. Mark had all of my buttons undone and I felt his hand slip under the waist band of my panties and one of his big fingers was seeking the entrance of my pussy.

I spread my legs to give him access and quickly his finger was inside me. I let out a little gasp as his finger found its mark and it was quickly followed by a second finger. I was over the edge and I knew it. I don't know what it would have taken to stop me from doing what I knew I was going to do next. I turned myself around on the bed until his cock was in my face and then I opened my mouth and slowly closed my lips around it. I had to stretch my mouth as far as it would go to accept his wonderful tool.

As I accepted his cock, Mark removed my panties and pushed his tongue into my wet clit. Although Sam and I had practiced oral sex to some degree, it was nothing compared to what I was experiencing right now. I was hotter than I had ever been in my life. The feel of his enormous cock in my mouth and his broad tongue caressing my pussy was incredible. As I continued to suck his cock I reached around and unhooked my bra and since my dress was unbuttoned, I just shrugged out of the dress and bra.

Mark brought me to a climax with his mouth and then he pulled his cock from my mouth and positioned himself above me.

He asked, "Are you ready?"

I nodded and reached for his cock. Then I guided his love tool into me. I felt the walls of my pussy expand to accept him and for a moment I felt like he was going to tear me open. It hurt some but quickly waves of ecstasy engulfed me as his huge member penetrated deeper and deeper. Never in my life had I felt anything so arousing. Fireworks were popping in my head and shortly I was experiencing one of the biggest and strongest climaxes ever.

As the climax subsided I turned my head to the side and there in the bureau mirror I could see Mark pounding his cock into me. I can't explain the waves of pure lust that were now driving me. I grabbed his smooth buttocks and helped him drive his cock into me. Oh, it was beyond belief. Suddenly I felt his cock start to convulse and then big wads of his seed filled my cunt. As Mark filled me, I had another thundering climax. When he finished, he lay on top of me as his manhood softened.

We both lay there still breathing hard and Mark rolled off and began to massage and kiss my breasts again. I could feel a couple of globs of his cum run down between the cheeks of my ass and drop to the sheet. The afterglow was fabulous and I made no attempt to move away. Very quickly I began to feel new wetness developing and I couldn't resist reaching down and taking hold of his cock again. To my surprise he was starting to harden again. This man must be made of steel; he was now getting hard for the third time in no more than an hour or so.

He lifted his head and our mouths and tongues met again. Soon we were breathing hard and I was handling his manhood with finesse. He started to get up to get on top again but I pushed his shoulders away. I got on my knees and then straddled him. His beautiful cock was pointing straight up and I slowly impaled myself on the glorious shaft. It was fantastic, lowering myself a little at a time, and enjoying the feel as his cock contacted every nerve in my pussy. I actually had a small orgasm before I completely enveloped his entire cock. And this time his organ was touching me further in my love canal than it had the first time.

I bounced up and down with abandon and was completely lost in the sensations of feeling a cock as I had never felt one before. I almost wanted to pass out as the feeling was so intense. Then Mark pulled me towards him and sucked a nipple and I couldn't help but cry out in passion. I wanted the sensations to go on forever but another crashing climax hit and soon after Mark pumped a second load of his sperm into me.

I lay there, on top of him, for a few minutes reveling in the afterglow. Then I heard Sharon and the children enter the back yard. I panicked for fear the children would see me. My watch told me we had been fucking for almost two hours. Hearing their voices snapped me back to reality and what I had just done crashed down on me. I grabbed my clothes and dashed for the bathroom. I sat on the toilet crying and trying to empty Mark's cum from my pussy.

I now fully realized what I had done. Even if Sam never finds out, I will always have to live knowing that I cheated on him. I didn't mean to; I just got carried away under the circumstances and I was a fool for not having stopped when I knew I could have.

Sharon knocked on the bathroom door and asked if I was OK. I know she could hear me crying and I told her I just needed to be left alone for a while. She was insistent that I let her come in and talk with me and I finally relented. I asked where the kids were and she told me they were playing outside. She was quick to tell me that I shouldn't worry about having sex with a black man and that I had to agree that he was wonderful. I told her it wasn't Mark that was the problem, it was me. I had cheated on my husband and I felt sick about it.

Then a second terrifying realization hit me and I gasped. I screamed at Sharon that I had had unprotected sex with Mark. Sharon tried to comfort me by telling me that Mark was clean and that I had nothing to worry about. I told her that was not what I was talking about. Sam had been 'fixed' after our last child and Mark hadn't used a condom. I could get pregnant. Sharon helped me do the calculations and I was somewhat relieved to find that I should be safe. But, I was still worried.

Sharon tried to convince me that Sam would never know and that my indiscretion wasn't all that bad. As she kept talking, and trying to justify my actions, I started to get angry with her. A married woman, having sex with Mark, was not the same as Sharon, an unmarried woman, having sex with him. Sharon wasn't fully comprehending the difference and I finally told her to get out. I don't think I ever felt worse in my whole life.