Richard & Thelma Jones led a near perfect life. They were happily married, were best friends and had well paid, though very demanding jobs. They were attractive, fit & healthy, aged in their early thirties.
They had one problem -- sex.
Every Saturday night, they would go to bed a little early and go through the motions in the missionary position. They didn't talk about their mutual dissatisfaction with their love lives, but secretly each wondered how sex could be if they pushed the barriers.
Other than her husband, there had only been one boyfriend in Thelma's life, David Rawlings, who she dated as a student. Though she had never fucked David or even seen him naked, he still had a hold on her inner core. Even ten years after she last saw him, thinking about David still turned her on.
Richard was a keen squash player and played in a local league every Friday night. Tonight's opponent had been from a Club on the other side of London, a guy called David Rawlings. Richard was intrigued. Could this be the same guy that dated Thelma all those years ago?
Richard lost the match heavily and feeling rather dejected, headed for the showers.
The showers were communal with no privacy, though social etiquette meant that you faced the wall so you didn't 'expose' yourselves to anyone.
Richard struck up a conversation with David.
"Well played! You deserved to win. Do you mind if I ask you something? Did you used to go to Bristol University?"
"Yes," he replied, "Why do you ask?"
"I think you may know my wife as I have heard her talk of someone with your name. My wife is Thelma Jones. She used to be Thelma Backton before we married."
"Yes, I think that's me. I remember Thelma. She was a lovely girl, very beautiful. We dated each other for a while, but don't worry, it was all pretty innocent stuff so no need for any jealousy!"
After finishing his shower, Richard turned round ready to return to the locker room and was now facing David as they continued to talk.
Shock! Oh my God, David had the largest penis that Richard had ever seen. This guy's cock looked to be eight or nine inches long and as thick as his wrist.
Richard and David went for a drink and chatted easily. Just before leaving the bar, Richard invited David to dinner the next night at his house so he could meet up with Thelma
"She will be delighted to see you again, David," he insisted.
And so it was arranged
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Thelma was in bed when Richard arrived home. He stripped off and cuddled up next to her.
He put his hand round her front and started to massage her tits through her nightie.
"Thelma, I can't sleep. I know it's Friday and you have had a long day, but I have a surprise for you. David Rawlings is coming for dinner tomorrow night!"
Thelma turned round, startled by the news.
"I met him at a squash match tonight, and I have invited him over for dinner tomorrow evening. He's married but his wife is away, so he is coming by himself."
"Amazing! I guess it will be interesting to see him again, but I wish you had asked if it was OK with me before inviting him over. What do you think of him?"
"He's a nice guy, easy going & friendly. One thing though, when we were showering after our squash game, I saw him naked. He looked like every woman's dream, especially where it matters. You never really told me about your relationship with him, other than saying that you never slept together. Did he ever try it on with you? Tell me the closest he got to making love to you."
She sighed before she began.
"You really want to know? David & I had been dating for three months. We didn't have that much in common & neither of us at the time were the chatty types. We had been thrown together at the start of term when everyone else paired up. This meant that we didn't have a lot to talk about, so we spent a long time in our rooms kissing and cuddling, just to pass the time really.
Occasionally he would get carried away and move his hands down below my waist onto my jeans as we canoodled and I would slap his hands away. That was really as far as it had got in three months. One evening our kissing went on for longer than normal and I was feeling pretty turned on. Rather than move his hands over my bottom, he pushed his fingertips down into my trousers at the back a couple of inches. I thought about stopping him, but it felt nice and it wasn't doing any harm. I guess he was expecting the usual slap, and when it didn't materialise he continued to kiss me on the mouth and moved very slowly further down the inside of my trousers. No one had ever touched me like that before. We continued to kiss, but eventually I pulled his hands out of my trousers as I really wasn't that sort of girl!
He carried on kissing me on the mouth, and then transferred his kisses to my ears & neck. I was feeling pretty hot and did not object when his hands took up their previous residence down the back of my trousers. His hands went under my panties this time and his fingers very gently started to trace the top of my bum.
He kissed me hard on the mouth as his hand progressed down the inside of my panties, following my bum crack lower & lower until it had nearly reached my private area. The feeling was exquisite and I could feel my body starting to tense with pleasure.
He stopped kissing me and pushed me away from him so that he could get at the buttons of my blouse. He started undoing them from the top, exposing my cleavage and my bra. He gently placed the finger-tips of his right hand on the very top of my left breast, where it was not covered by my bra, and then lower until his fingers reached the fabric of my bra. He pulled me close to him & kissed me lustfully. I felt him trying to undo my bra strap. I wrestled with my conscience, as I had always promised myself to wait for the right man before going the whole way. I told him that enough was enough.
Reluctantly, David did stop and that was it. A couple of weeks later he started going out with a girl who was known, shall we say, to be less virtuous than me. I think he had decided that he wanted sex, and that he would find it with someone else as I had said no."
Thelma moved her hands down to her husband's crotch and touched his penis. It was rigid and oozing pre-seminal fluid.
"Richard!" she exclaimed, "Does the thought of me with him turn you on?"
"I guess it does. I'm a straight guy, but when I saw him in the shower and thought of you two together.... The idea of a man with such a big penis touching you and trying to make love to you, yes, it does turn me on."
"Is that why you invited him over? Are you hoping that he still fancies me? Are you hoping that he has unfinished business with me & wants to make love to me?"
"Of course not, but it would be nice if you wore some sexy clothes tomorrow night and I could see his reaction. Perhaps you could 'inadvertently' let him look down your front or see up your skirt? Wouldn't it be hot for both of us if you 'accidentally' flashed him and, if he tries it on when I am out the room, you let him kiss you & even stroke your bottom like at college? What about you, Thelma? Would you like that, or perhaps you would like more? Would you like him to see your beautiful tits & suck your nipples? Would you like him to lick your cunt and then fuck you with his big dick?"
"Richard! You've never used words like that to me before! What are you saying? If you want an honest answer, I do wish I had gone further with him all those years ago. I have often wondered what it would have been like. I've only been with you and I think maybe I have missed out, but I wouldn't cheat on you. I love you. You are all the only man I need."
"Please Thelma, Let's live a little. Let's push the boundaries tomorrow night for a change."
