Just a little background before I begin my story. My ex-wife and I got married young. I impregnated her when she and I were only 19, we married shortly after we turned 20. We had little experience with sex, which partly explained her pregnancy. She had only one lover before me and she was my first.
Our parents insisted on the wedding, so it happened. Six months after our hasty wedding, Mary gave birth to our first child, a beautiful deep brown eyed boy.
I fell into a good paying job at a defense plant just outside of our home town and we settled into our new life. Mary was, as most were at the time, a stay at home mom and though my wages did not allow much for restaurants or bars, we were happy.
Our hormone driven teen sex life had settled into a once or twice a week routine. Which between work and baby care, seemed fine for the both of us. I shouldn't say that. Actually I required a bit more. As often as I could get away with it, I would go down to my workshop in the basement where I had a stash of skin magazines and masturbated looking at them. I will admit I diddled myself for an hour or more before finally spurting my load onto the floor.
As time went by, I found a magazine for swingers. I read every ad, dreaming of sharing my wife with a stud, watching her cum and cum on a fat big headed dick. Why these fantasies filled me with lust, I will never know. Time and time again I would cum to them.
Mary had been raised in a very conservative religious household. I do believe it resulted in her somewhat Jekyll and Hyde behavior. She dressed sweetly and properly in public. Her clothing did very little to draw attention to her unusually large breast. The heavy stiff, breast flattening bras removed any chance of wiggle or sway.
She hated profanity and frown sharply on anyone that did, including me. Yet when we were engaged in foreplay, the rules disappeared and I would begin insert vulgarity into our love making. The very sounds of the words enflamed her passions. If she were close, it would put her quickly over the edge.
My wife is very attractive woman. Though she had add about 15 pounds after giving birth, she carries it well. It seemed that most of the weight gathered in her ass and thighs. Her breasts, large and full before giving birth , now hung loose and flattened on her chest. When she bent over, the large soft melons hung and swayed. I found her to be very erotic. Unfortunately for me, her cunt had never returned to its former size. I never did fill her up with my 4 plus inches before the baby and her now stretched and gaping cunt made it certain I wouldn't be doing any time soon. I suspected she didn't feel my cock much at all when I mounted her though she never complained of it.
Mary was a lady in public. PTA, Church, Charity organisations, never used profanity in her speech and shunned those that did. She told me she had never masturbated, even as a child, and she didn't believe it was normal or necessary.
In the dark of the bedroom, especially after a glass or two of wine, she became a very slutty woman that loved a perverted brand of pillow talk, the more graphic and vulgar the better. At first it was only me making up fantasies that usually involved a woman forced to have sex. I would whisper these tales about women stranded on islands captured, tied up, forced to let man after man service her. She would softly moan as the stories took hold in her fertile mind. Her wide cunt drooled continuously while she squirmed.
Mary struggled to get to her orgasms. It wasn't unusual for her to hump me for a half hour or more before she got herself off. She most often had only one orgasm, short in length and when she did get her nut, strangely she would cum off quiet as a church mouse. She would gasp a bit and whisper "I'm cumming" I would lift my hips upward and she would press hard on my pubic bone, her head falling to my chest.
Me on the other hand, I have a very short fuse and had to work hard not to cum until after she nutted. Sometimes I didn't make it. Actually many times I didn't make it. Mary never complained, she would continue to hump me until she nutted and then she just rolled off me and went to sleep.
At work the next morning just after my lunch as was my want, I had to use the men's room. We had several departments of workers on our floor and only two bathrooms to accommodate a sizable workforce. There were only a half dozen or so urinals and were often full, usually a small wait was necessary, especially after lunch and just before quitting time.
Today was no different and as I waited, I chatted with a thin young man that worked down the hall from me. He was a new hire fresh out of trade school, amiable and chatty.
He was shorter than me by a full 4 inches or so with his brown hair chopped in the military style. He was brown eyed and brown skinned, I guessed women would find his face attractive, not pretty but manly and strong. We talked baseball as the Sox were closing in on playoff run. The usual stuff guys go on about.
Two adjacent stalls opened up and we bellied up to pee. We each took the proper man code stances and both looked up at the vacant wall. He pissed like a racehorse, I could hear his urine splash loudly into the stall.
He asked me my name and as I turned to look at him, he was pulling away from the urinal. I almost gasped aloud as I saw the biggest, fattest cock I had ever seen. He had his hand around the base and what was exposed was twice as fat and twice as long as mine. God, I thought, That thing must hang down to his knees.
"Ken, I replied to his question, Ken Comold, I work in R&D."
I felt he might think I was staring, so I quickly moved my eyes looking back up at the wall."
"Well Ken, I hope we get a chance to talk again soon." He said, zipping up and turning away.
"Yeah, where are you working?" I asked, shaking the last of the piss from my tiny dick.
"In design, room 303, maybe we can share a table in the cafeteria one of these days, I love talking baseball."
"Sure" I replied, I'll look for you tomorrow. Oh, by the way what's your name?"
"Arthur, but everyone calls me Sonny. Hope to see you then", he answered with a grin.
That night Mary and I had some wine after dinner, Mary put the baby to sleep while I watched the game. It turned into a laugher by the sixth inning. The Sox were behind 11 to 2.
Mary had gone into the bedroom and was watching a chick flick when I joined her in the bedroom. The made for TV movie revolved around a love triangle that ended happily. She turned off the TV and the lights and snuggled against me. I got the message as she pressed her pubes into my crotch. She wanted to mount me.