The events in this story are true - in a sense. The first event happened beyond the shadow of a doubt, it just may not have happened EXACTLY this way. But since she could remember nothing when I asked her about it years later, I filled in the details myself. The second event may not have happened at all. But something happened with someone. It was around this time that she changed very subtly, but definitely. After this event, our marriage was doomed. All names have been changed to confuse her into thinking it's not about her. But I'm going to send her the link to the story, so she'll know it's about her.
So, I guess that strategy is shot. I'd better not send her the link. But I DID change the names. Know that I changed the names.
Also, you might understand the story a little better if you read Part 1.
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It felt better that she dreamed it would be that first day she saw its enormous size. It was at a study group session one early afternoon at her house. She saw it as he leaned back in his chair to stretch himself. She was sitting next to him. When he leaned back his pencil rolled off his book, onto the table and into his lap right alongside his dick. The movement of the pencil caught her eye as she followed it down to his lap. The pencil looked like a toothpick lying beside it, small in comparison to that mass of cock sprawling down his jeans leg. She couldn't take her eyes away. It had never entered her mind that a penis could be that big. Somehow she tore her eyes away and peeked to see if he had seen her staring at his crotch. If he had, he didn't let on like he had. In the weeks that followed her mind recalled the sight often. When she made love with her husband, she recalled the memory of that steel pipe, comparing it to her husband's. It was at least twice as long and much, much thicker. She would try to imagine what it would feel like inside her as she fucked her husband.
Two and a half weeks later, the study group rotated to her house again. Their last class had let out early, leaving them all afternoon to study. They decided to grab a quick lunch first, then head over to Sandi's. He decided to skip lunch and go for a run instead. Sandi went home to prepare for their arrival. He came directly from the track wearing a tank top and a pair of running shorts that were a little snug. They were perfect for highlighting its size and shape. He loved the looks he got from women when he wore them.
Today there was only one woman he wanted to notice. She had been sending signals. He had to see if he had read them correctly. He had. Sandi couldn't keep her eyes off it. The memory of the first time was etched in her brain. This time it was not compressed by his tight jeans.
In college she had only been "modestly" active sexually. She had only given herself to two others before she married at 19. And none but her husband since. But she knew for sure her husband wasn't this big. She'd never wondered about another penis before, but for some reason, today she was "mildly intrigued."
He was younger that her by 9 years. Muscular, trim, fit and toned. And there, covered with silky shorts was the largest penis she had ever seen, by far. She had no idea they could be that big. And it wasn't even hard. It embarrassed her to be thinking about another man's penis. She couldn't bring herself to even think the words "dick," or "cock." But she had to admit to herself that this was a cock. Her husband had a penis; he had a cock.
An equally foreign thought flashed through her mind, "My God, would that even fit in me?"
She didn't know where it came from; she didn't think things like that. She dismissed it immediately, but the seed had been planted.
During the study session she must have excused herself half a dozen times. She blamed it on the coffee, but the truth was her juices would not stop leaking out. She briefly considered fingering herself for relief, and it wouldn't have taken long, but she was afraid of the smell. She wished she had chosen the empty chair next to him just so she could smell his sweat and cigarette smell. She hated that smell on her husband, but on him it just enhanced the growing fantasy in her mind. She had trouble focusing on anything else that day. She would find excuses to get something from the kitchen. When she would return she would slow down and peek over his shoulder into his lap. He was sitting just inside the door.
The thought occurred, "I wonder if he's going commando." Then another round of images came rushing into her mind. The study session was wasted for her. She just wasn't into Chemistry that day, she was studying Anatomy.
Once, when she returned with the coffee pot, offering him another cup, as she peeked into his lap, he put his hand down and innocent "adjusted" himself.
She thought, "Did he just do what I think he did? Did he do it on purpose?" then, "He wouldn't." She put it out of her mind.
The study session ended, people packed up and left. As she closed the storm door behind the last one to leave, she turned around and leaned against the door frame. Her mind went back to "the adjustment." No one else could have seen it.
Her breath stopped, "Had he seen me? Did he know I was staring at his crotch all day?" Her eyes flew open. "He knew." The she whispered, "He knows."
A flood of feelings and emotions rushed through her brain. She felt suddenly excited. She tried to remember how she had reacted. She couldn't really remember. His hand had lingered there a few seconds. The she remembered he moved his fingers up and down along its length. It was barely perceptible, but it was there. And she had looked up he was staring right into her eyes. She looked away immediately, but she had seen the sly smile. It was more of a smirk, of a "Gotcha" than a smile.
The fact is she didn't WANT to look away. She wanted to touch it. It had grown bigger and when he adjusted it, his whole thigh seemed to move. But he had seen the look in her eyes as well. That look told him all he needed to know. He'd seen that look many times.
He knew what she was struggling with in her mind. He knew she had never seen anything as big as his cock. He knew she was wondering if it would fit in her and how it would feel. And he knew by that look that it was just a matter of time until her pussy - her married pussy would be his.
She couldn't believe he had been so blatant. Such sexual confidence and raw sexuality. He knew what he had between his legs and he knew now that this married woman wanted it. She was typical. They marry for position or money, become disillusioned with the baby dicks and end up frustrated, looking for more.
Married women are always better. They were discreet, for one - they had to be. Second, they're not a novice in bed - they know what they want. And they want it all. If you push the right buttons you can fuck 'em for months. You just call them at any time of the day or night and tell them to get over to your place right now. I swear, they will move heaven and earth to get there. They always show up and they're always horny when they get there. He could already see that Sandi would be one of those.
She could see that marvelously large organ in her mind. As she focused on it, it seemed to be pulsing in rhythm with the throbbing in her pussy. It radiated outward from her crotch to her whole body. An itching, a burning was growing quickly. She could smell herself. She quickly estimated in her head that she still had more than 2 ½ hours until she had to pick up the kids from school. She had time.
She sprang forward and crossed quickly to the couch, shedding her shirt and bra. She quickly peeled off the rest of her clothes leaving only her socks and tennis shoes. She decided not to shut the front door as she usually would - she was feeling naughty.
The fantasies were swirling around in her head. She imagined him returning for a book he had forgotten, seeing her lying there naked, walking in and ravishing her. Her eyes were closed; she had one hand squeezing her tits roughly. Her other hand was between her legs trying to put out the fire. She wanted.
