Greg, my second husband, is 45, the best friend I've ever had, and a hard working, attentive, devoted lover and good provider. Unlike my first husband, who was jealous and possessive, Greg is laid back and fully trusting. More so, perhaps because he waited until he was 37 and traveled and experienced when we married, he knew what women liked and needed, and not only in bed. I love doing things with him, especially snuggling up and talking. My name is Julie, I'm 36 and, to be honest, I've been with men who fucked me harder and better than my husband, and some of them were much better endowed, which I loved, but no man ever made love to me more beautifully and thoroughly than my husband. His hands, his tongue, his words, knowing what and how to touch, everything combined to so often leave my crying joyfully after making love.
As said, Greg knows about women. He especially knows me. He knew almost from the start that his cock and my pussy were not a great fit so within months of getting married he gave me a large vibrator, which he skillfully used to see me to fantastic orgasms. I still loved to have him in me, especially to feel him cum. His pleasure gave me pleasure. And I especially loved sucking his cock, and not only because it was the perfect size for sucking. Unlike some of the larger cocks I've had in my mouth, I could suck his forever without my jaw getting tired and aching. We often got in the sixty-nine position and he would buzz and vibrate me to multiple orgasms while sucked and licked him to his, and then swallowed every last drop of his sweet tasting semen.
One night about three years into our marriage, soon after an especially orgasmic suck/vibrator sixty-nine session, and he had an especially hard orgasm, I snuggled up in his arms and asked what made him so excited. That's when I realized how so fully he understood me. He said that while he loved watching my vibrator slide in and out of me, and to see that it was a perfect fit and what it did for me, it had become a might too comfortable for me. Then he reached under his pillow to retrieve a huge, warm dark brown, so very lifelike latex dildo. I had some large cocks in my life and had quite enjoyed them but that dildo was nothing like I had experienced. It was 14 inches long and better than 3 inches across. Across, not around!
Then he spread my legs wide and moved to sit on his heels between them.
"Omigod! That thing will break my ass!" I gasped.
"Not when used properly," he smiled. "Now that you are nicely loosened up it's time for you to be stretched and filled to the very max."
He put the huge bulbous head to my pussy, moved it up and down to get it wet and slippery. I waited with bated breath, half afraid and half begging for it. Then he eased it between my cunt lips and applied pressure, only my opening resisted. He pushed harder, enough to force only the head into me and I gasped. There was no way to describe the thrill that thickness sent coursing through me. Though I had some truly great sex never in my entire life had I felt such an intense, whole being sexual thrill. I let out a moan that started in my pussy and raced upward through me to explode in a grunt/groan/gasp/gurgle, a truly cunty sound I had never heard come from me no matter how good the sex was. He eased it in another inch, then another, and another until it bottomed out at 9 inches. I bit my lower lip, through my head from side to side, dug my fingers into the mattress, spread my legs as wide and held them as high as I could, and all the while emitted one cunty moan after another. Greg fucked me with slow, even strokes, withdrawing it to the head then easing it all the way back in, and as he did my ass moved forward to greet each new stroke. My eyes rolled up into my head, I drooled all over my chin. The pleasure was total. There was nothing else in the world for me except that consuming pleasure -- no home, no husband, no family -- no nothing else, only pleasure. I didn't even realize that his tempo and thrust had steadily increased, or that I was pumping my ass furiously to fuck it as fast and hard as I could. Then there was a brilliant flash of white light. I screamed and all went black.
I had no idea for how long I was in that black but when I returned to presence Greg lie at my side, his head resting on his hand, smiling at me. The dildo lie across my right thigh and I became aware of a pulsating sensation like a series of rapid spasms in my cunt, almost as if it was chewing gum. I reached down to touch it. It was swollen and sore, dripping wet and wide open. I threw my arms around him, pressed my face against his hairy chest and cried.
"Omigod! Omigod!! Oh Honey..." I gasped.
He held me for a long time, then asked, "Are you sore?" I moved my head up and down against him. "The good kind of sore?"
"The best," I sighed, "The very best."
We still had our regular and quite satisfying sex routine -- quickie fucks in the kitchen and elsewhere, blowjobs in store parking lots, sixty-nine sessions with the vibrator and, when the mood was just right, about once every three weeks, a monster fuck with the dildo, often in the sixty-nine position, with me on top sucking him as he brought me to orgasms, never less than two. About a year after introducing me to the huge dildo he introduced me to the power, thrill and benefits of sharing and discussing our fantasies as a way of further enhancing our sex life. One night while snuggled up on the sofa and staring into our fireplace he handed me a wooden box and a pad of light green paper. I was to write down my favorite fantasy and put it in in the box. He would do the same on blue paper. Then, come Saturday night, I would read my fantasy to him, and he would read his to me.
My fantasies always just came to me. They included being raped, gangbanged, uninhibited romps with different guys that turned me on, group gropes, even having a go with a woman just to try it. So there I sat at my desk trying to decide which of my many fantasies to write about. More so, wondering which would turn Greg on the most. That's when a summer intern came by with my mail. He was barely twenty, six foot something and lean, polite and respectful and somewhat shy, about to start his junior year at our university, there on a track and field scholarship, and very black. He smiled warmly and, as he turned to leave, I noticed the rather nice bulge in his tan Dockers. Oh Lordy, did that put a nice quiver in my pee-pee. So I wrote about my fantasy of properly and thoroughly introducing that innocent looking kid to sex.
