So, here's my idea of an interesting situation. A large penis just inside the vagina of my bent-over wife, ready to make the whole trip when I say go.
It started with bridge, the hen club that meets once a month. I recorded it one night, and boy, what an earful. They aren't bashful about sex, that's for sure.
But, this night I was working late as usual, and got home around the typical ending time. My arrival created a real consternation. All four were dashing around what little there is of a kitchen, and there's someone else in the john.
"What in the world is going on?β
"Larry came to get Judy, and we're just checking him out."
Larry has a real reputation as a cockβs man, and was discussed during the evening I taped. Hung like a horse, according to his wife, who complains about the girth and length. Probably more of a complaint against his attitude.
"So, how are we doing that?"
"Well, it's a bit of a raffle."
Now, these answers are not coming in a straightforward fashion. There's a lot of tee-hee and reluctance.
"Exactly what kind of a raffle?"
"Well, Larry was kind enough to show us his penis, and we thought it was a shame to waste it, so we're raffling him off."
"To the highest bidder?"
"No, the luck of the draw."
"And, who's the lucky winner?"
"Well, that's when you got here."
"OK, so how does it work?"
"Well, we were still figuring it out. I put three white and one black marble in a sack, and each of us is going to draw one. The black marble wins - or loses, depending upon your viewpoint."
"And what does the winner get?"
"In a word, Larry's cock. To do with as she wishes. Gee, I suppose you could get in on it if you really wanted. It's pretty big, though. You might not walk for a week."
"Or sit down," one of the wives volunteered.
"Very funny. He's in the John? Why not get him out here?"
Lots of snickers now.
"Well, he doesn't have any trousers on."
Well, what the hell."
"Larry, come on out!"
He does, rather sheepishly. I looked at his penis, or rather I tried to, because he is covering it with both hands.
His wife finally pulls them away. It is impressive. Truly hard, and straight, with the veins standing out. It clearly will not brook any resistance.
"Well, really. And one of you, the winner, is going off to the bedroom with that? I'll bet you chicken out."
"That's certainly a real possibility."
"Well, then, let's be sure that doesn't happen. Who wants to be first?"
"I want to get it out of the way. Besides, the odds are better." Betty is the speaker, but it isn't clear whether she wants to win or lose.
"OK, then everybody will draw, and we'll look at the marbles one at a time."
So they draw, under my supervision.
"Now, there will be no chickening out. Betty, you wanted to be first, come here."
I lead Betty to the backside of the couch, and then push here over it rather firmly.
"Hey!"
"As I said, no chickening out."
I raised her skirt and lowered her panties. She tried to straighten up, but I held a firm hand on her back. The view was intriguing. Blond, not much pubic hair, and engorged labia, a nice bright pink.