Laura was sitting next to me at a table in a neighborhood style restaurant. She was talking animatedly, the result, no doubt, of two beers in the middle of a Sunday afternoon. But that's what sunny summer days are for - shaking off the stress of a busy workweek with some fun, laughs and old friends. In this case, it was her friend Kris who had flown in to spend a few days with us.
Somehow we had gotten on the topic of old boyfriends and girlfriends. Kris is single at the moment, but she had some pretty good stories to tell and we were all laughing freely. I'd added a couple of my own, such as the time years ago when my roommate walked in on me spanking a stripper-friend of mine while doing her doggy style. Embarrassment always plays well to get a laugh and this was no exception!
Laura had listened closely to my story. "You never told me that one before," she had squealed in delight when I finished.
Soon Kris was asking Laura about her ex-boyfriends. With a sweet smile, Laura had nodded towards me. "I don't think about them much any more. Well, except maybe for one..."
Of course that got a reaction from both of us and we prodded her. "What's so special about him?" I teased her.
Laura made eye contact with Kris for a split second and I saw the amusement creep across her face; women, especially old friends, have an instinctive understanding of some things. "He was very large," she stated.
"Oooh, tell us!" encouraged Kris. I wasn't quite as enthusiastic, but I had to admit that I was curious. Laura had always told me I was the second largest guy she'd ever been with, but had said little more.
She paused as if pretending to have to think about it. "Well, long, I suppose. Actually, pretty damned long. But it was more the thickness than anything else."
"How thick?" Kris practically demanded. Laura's response clearly shocked her. It shocked me - in fact, I had a hard time believing her.
"Um...a little smaller than a coke can, I guess," she said quickly. "I don't remember that much now. It's been a long time."
I had a feeling that she was trying to change the subject out of concern for me, and she put her hand lightly on my thigh. What we were both surprised to discover then was my rock-hard erection. She tried not to let her expression break as her hand slid onto my crotch to explore the tent in my shorts, and for my part, I tried not to let the feel of her fingers show on my face either.
More to test out my reaction than anything else, I think, Laura decided to go a little farther in her description. "At first it was kind of too much because he was so big. But once we had sex a few times I got used to it. He was too big to do much more than missionary because it would start to hurt, but it felt great going in!" All the while, her hand was exploring the front of my pants and feeling my dick jumping at her words
A few days later, after Kris had gone, Laura brought up the topic while we were lounging on the living room couch. I had more or less relegated it to the back of my mind, but it must have been burning a hole in her curious mind.
"Honey, can I ask you about something?" she began. I looked down at my wife, lying in my lap, muted the television and nodded. Laura thought for a moment.
"The other day when we were at that pub with Kris, and I talked about my old boyfriend...well, you were really hard..." I didn't say anything - I wasn't sure what I should say at that point. I just let her keep going.
"Did I turn you on?" she asked. Then a mischievous gleam lit her eyes. She started teasing me. "Did I get you excited talking about that big dick and how he used to fuck me?"
Sure enough, my cock began swelling rapidly. I can't attribute it all to her words. Laura looked very desirable just then, with her dark-red painted lips, thin T-shirt loosely pooled around her succulent breasts with their firm nipples, and a simple pair of white cotton panties. Not fancy-vixen sexy - more that comfortable, sensual, everyday woman eroticism that can melt a man where he standsβor sits, in my case.
No doubt she felt my soldier saluting against the back of her head, and a little smile crossed her face. "Such a big dick," she murmured. "He couldn't eat me like you do, but he could fuck my brains out." She pushed her panties to one side and ran two fingers through her slit to moisten them, then rubbed her clit. "I felt so full. It was like he was going to break me in half."
Laura rolled over onto her side and fished my hard prick out of my boxer shorts. In seconds, her red lips were descending on my shaft leaving her saliva clinging to my flesh as her hand stroked the base. Her fingers were busy between her legs while she sucked me, rubbing at her clit and plunging into her moist snatch.
It was a wonderful blowjob, all the more so because it was unexpected and sudden. But those are always the best from herβwhen the mood is right, my wife is very spontaneous in bed. I watched my cock disappear into her mouth as she bobbed up and down. I do not have a coke can for a cock, it is only 6" hard and not that thick.
All too soon, she stopped sucking me and stood up, dropping her panties from her hips. Then in a combined motion, she sat in my lap facing me and guided my dick into her pussy. I was amazed at how wet she was. Clearly I wasn't the only one to have a sexual reaction hearing about her old affairs. She kissed me hungrily, pushing her sticky tongue into my mouth, and I caressed her tits roughly. When she is highly aroused, Laura likes direct, intense stimulation and a short, powerful ride to orgasm.
I tried hard to provide that for her, feeling her twat clench me as she gasped out her excitement into my mouth in one-word statements. "Fuck...yes...harder...fuck...me..." I love it when she talks dirty like that, and I felt my balls contracting in pre-ejaculatory tension. I redoubled my efforts on her chest, pinching her nipples firmly and kissing her hard. Her gasps turned to cries, rising in pitch rapidly. We moved together towards a crashing orgasm that had us both moaning loudly for several intense seconds before slumping backwards into the couch together, my warm come leaking out of her slack pussy as my dick softened inside of her.
"That was hot," she smiled, kissing me, and I agreed.