The Morning After
I recently read a story that I wanted to continue. I wrote my story vague enough that I wouldn't need to ask permission to continue the original author's story. But hell, it was written over 10 years ago and no one liked it anyway. It may have had about 5 out of 60-some-odd readers that enjoyed it.
It was a marriage in a rut. The couple looking to rekindle what they once had took a four-day vacation to the Bahamas. As you would expect, the wife's idea of rekindling their marriage was not what the husband had in mind.
Was it all the wife's fault, yes pretty much. But it was not her intention. There was a little alcohol involved, but enough to accept a wife fucking an out-of-shape 50-odd-year-old man, right in front of her husband? No. But he did, of course, have a big dick which changes everything.
And just a few last pieces of information. The husband was recently in a car accident. He has a broken leg and a bum shoulder. They decided to go on vacation anyway. The husband takes a tumble and the 50-year-old out-of-shape big dick man swoops in to lend a helping hand.
The original story was told from the husband's perspective. Mine is told by the wife.
I woke up with a splitting headache and was barely able to open my eyes. The memory of the night before slowly came back to me. I looked over to find that Daryl was no longer there, thank God. I don't think my pussy could take another round of pounding.
For an out-of-shape 50-year-old, that man could fuck. He stayed hard forever and recovered like a 19-year-old college kid. My pussy was sore.
My marriage may be in a rut and to be honest, sex with my husband sucks. He comes too fast, but he is pretty good at oral. But to go on fucking for hours like Daryl did to me...The way I feel now, I would have rather let my husband's 5-inch dick have its way with me.
At some point last night, the lust for that big dick ended. I just wanted to go to sleep, which was difficult, to say the least. I wanted to put a pillow over Darly's face and suffocate him. I've never heard a man snore so loud. I'm lucky I got any sleep.
How did I end up in this mess, not sure if I any longer had a marriage or if my husband had cuckold tendencies and all would be alright? I'll tell you how. Something had come over me, well I know what came over me. It was me and Darly drinking too much and smoking the weed we shared. I haven't smoked weed since I was a kid.
My husband, sitting on the uncomfortable hotel chair, was out cold. He was in pain from his fall. The medication and alcohol took away the pain and knocked him out for the night, or so I thought.
A few more drinks and a few more tokes of happy weed and I was feeling no pain.
Daryl may have looked like a mild-mannered IT guy, but he was not. He was a big-dick woman seducer.
"I have something to show you." Those were the words that started it all.
"Let me see let me see." I was like a little kid wanting to see my friend's pet hamster or something.
Well, it was bigger than a hamster. It was more like something that would eat a hamster. Daryl unzipped his fly and pulled out a python.
"Holy FUCK!" And that's when the horny slut in me came out.
"Do you want to touch it?" Daryl asked me.
Does a priest enjoy Sunday Mass (I was going to say does a bear shit in the woods but wanted to try something creative)? Of course, I wanted to touch it.
I looked at my husband. I even poked him a few times. "Honey. Honey. Are you awake?" He was out like a light.
"Go ahead, it won't bite." Daryl had a big smile as I looked at his crooked teeth inside of the mouth that I would shortly be kissing and swapping spit with.
I took that dick into my hands and started stroking it. Daryl's dick grew and grew. It got bigger and bigger. I looked back at my husband one more time.
"Suck it," Daryl said to me.
That dick had control over my logical thinking. I was on my knees was Daryl guided me to my target.
"That's it. You suck that big dick." And suck it I did.
Sure, I give my husband a blowjob there and again. But mostly to get him hard to fuck. But Daryl's dick I needed and wanted to taste his cum.
Maybe that's why my sex life with my husband sucks. I don't put in the effort. If he doesn't divorce me, I promise to try a little harder.
So, there I was sucking away. The next thing I know, Darly and I are naked lying on the floor. Daryl's big body was on top of me as he was slamming his dick into me. I wasn't concerned about rug burns at the time, but I'm feeling them now.
