Our friend Dave called me the next day, "Hi Ellicia, I talked with Mr. Johnson, and he said it's okay if I bring you along."
I was still shaky from the night before when Dave had his hand in my panties while my husband slept, and still nervous about being invited to watch a married couple let Dave have sex with the wife. I half wanted to back out, but I found myself saying, "Sure, by then Marc should be able to take care of himself, if you know what I mean."
"Great," said Dave, "But the Johnsons want to change it to Friday evening. They want me to meet them at the Westover Hotel."
As I thought about it, Dave added, "That's the same night as the symphony concert in the downtown auditorium. Ask Mark if I can take you to the concert. It's a deception, but really it's a little white lie, and I think in the end he'll be glad you went to this 'concert.'"
"Okay," I'll ask him.
"Great, I'll pick you up at seven on Friday, if it's okay," Dave said.
Sure enough, my sweet Marc was glad that I could get out for an evening with our friend Dave. I did feel a little sly, but I was more curious than I thought I could be about what Dave has been up to with married couples. The sight of his cock was still giving me flutters, and I was willing to do anything to have it myself one day.
On Friday, I dressed for the concert and made sure Marc was comfortable. By then he could take care of his basic needs, if you know what I mean. He was gaining strength, but was in no condition to take me to a concert.
Our doorbell rang at seven, and Dave came in to greet us before we left for the evening's entertainment. I quite enjoyed watching Dave kindly speak with my husband about his health, and he reassured Marc that it was nice of him to let me out of his sight for an evening of enjoyment. If only Marc knew what kind of enjoyment.
We got in the car, and I must admit I was growing more nervous. Dave could feel my apprehensions, and he said, "This will be wonderful. I'm so glad you can join me with the Johnsons."
"I'm kind of scared," I admitted.
"No cause for alarm," Dave assured me. "This will be quite straightforward and simple. Let me explain. The Johnsons are a bit older couple, in their later fifties, and they have been talking about this sort of thing for a long time. Mr. Johnson decided to investigate the possibility of making their fantasy come true, and he found me through a friend of a friend of a friend."
I blinked and said, "Have you met them?"
"Yes, well, I met Mr. Johnson," Dave said. "We met at the Westover Hotel bar about a month ago. We had a nice long chat, and he seemed to be more at ease about doing this."
"It sounds so civil," I said.
"Oh, yes," Dave said, "These things are far more ordinary than people might think. In my experience, many husbands and wives have this same fantasy. The problem for them is finding the right partner. Mr. Johnson told me that when he's making love to his wife, she gets excited and passionate if he whispers that a man with a much larger cock was in the room or was waiting for her when he was through. It's a common fantasy."
My breath was coming quicker as he talked.
"Mr. Johnson showed me photos of his wife, and I shared one of my photo albums with him so he could see what I had for his wife. He took it with him to show Mrs. Johnson, and then we all spoke on the phone."
"How did that go?" I asked.
"Oh, fine," Dave said, "Mr. Johnson did most of the talking. I asked his wife if she had seen my photos. She said that she was looking at one while we talked. So I told her that soon I hoped she could see it in person and enjoy making it hard. She released a little moaning sound, and then I told her that we'll take all the time we need to put in deep into her pussy."
Dave's words were making my juices flow even more. "And what did she say?" I asked.
Dave said, "Mrs. Johnson made another moaning sound before her husband cut in to make the final plans for the meeting."
"And me, they were okay with me coming with you?" I asked.
"Ah, yes," Dave said, "Mr. Johnson explained to his wife that you are an interested in doing the same thing with you husband, and you wanted to observe before testing the waters with your hubby. They understood."
Dave said, "Tonight, the Johnsons rented a hotel room for themselves and a connecting room for you and me. Mrs. Johnson knows about the plan, of course. He'll keep reminding her that she'll soon have the biggest cock he could find. After dinner they will return to the room to get ready. I told him to start making love as they usually do and get her ready. The door between us will be open enough so I can hear him when he's ready for me."
I was glad to hear that the men were considerate and respected the wife's feelings. We arrived at the hotel, and Dave texted Mr. Johnson from the lobby. He replied, "You'll be in room 1204, next to us. Mrs. Johnson is in the shower now. Give us about fifteen minutes. I'll unlock the door between our rooms."
In our room, Dave changed into one of the hotel robes. I watched him undress completely and marveled again at the size of his dick as he stretched his arms back to put on the robe. Dave sat on the bedside and leaned back with the robe falling open. Little did I know what I'd been missing all these years.
While the Johnsons began their love making next door, Dave said, "Ellicia, maybe you can help me get ready for the Johnsons," as he motioned for me to come over to him.
I sat by his side and knew he wanted me to touch him and prepare his erection. I reached over and lifted it in my hand, feeling its weight again. Even though it wasn't fully erect, my fingers couldn't quite surround it. By now, cum was drooling from his thick bell head, and I could feel his cock pulse and get longer and thicker in my hand.
"Thanks," Dave said, "This is helping a great deal."
I'd never seen a man's cock build-up like this. Certainly Marc didn't have a fraction of the cock volume I was holding. The inches added up as my grip slid up and down. Soon he seemed to be fully extended. His cock stood straight up by itself as my finter tips pushed on the firmness of his cock head. With his dick erect, now I could see his testicles between his legs. "May I?" I asked, as I scooped my hand under them and straightened them out in a tidy side-by-side position.
Dave rose and went to the door to listen. We could hear them making love, and Mr. Johnson's voice was asking his wife, "Are you ready for a much bigger dick?" Dave walked into their room with his robe hanging loosely apart. His cock entered their room at least nine inches before he did.
I heard Mr. Johnson whisper, "Look dear, the man with the big cock you wanted." I peeked into their room. In the soft light I saw Mrs. Johnson on the bed on her back. As Dave approached, she rose up on her elbows and looked astonished. Dave walked to her and touched her cheek, "Nice to finally meet you," he said, as his cock waved in front of her and his balls floated up and down. Dave dropped his robe.
Dave said, "Mr. Johnson, why don't you be sure your wife is ready while we get to know each other better." Dave moved closer to let Mrs. Johnson put her hand on his thickness and feel its size while Mr. Johnson licked his wife's pussy. I could imagine her pleasure as her husband's tongue played with her while she took her first handful of this huge dick that was soon to fuck her.
Ever the gentleman, Dave bent down and kissed Mrs. Johnson on the cheek, then on her lips while she more vigorously held his cock and grasped out for his balls. The kiss lingered to give her plenty of time to satisfy her curiosity. Dave stepped back and said, "Your husband is very nice to let you do this, don't you think?"
Mrs. Johnson was too embarrassed to reply, so Dave said, "Let's give him a little applause for his kindness to you," and they both clapped gently.
"Let's give it a try," Dave said, as he walked to the foot of the bed. Mr. Johnson moved aside, and Dave grasped Mrs. Johnson's legs and pulled her down so to line up her pussy with his cock. I was behind him and could now only see Dave's strong round buttocks with Mrs. Johnson's legs spread one on each side of him.
Mr. Johnson was standing naked to the side of his wife. His cock was certainly more than my husband Marc had between his legs. Dave said to him, "Why don't you help us get started?"
Mr. Johnson reached down must have taken Dave's cock in his hand and helped it find the entry to his wife's vagina. She flinched in anticipation. From behind, all I could see were Dave's buttock muscles tense as he prepared to penetrate. Mrs. Johnson's mouth dropped open and she gasped as Dave powered forward with restrained power. She seemed to try to move away on the bed, but Dave held her legs and made her stay put while he started to fuck her.
Mr. Johnson watched every move, and wanked as he watched Dave's cock slowly disappear into his wife's pussy.
Fascinated, I walked into the room to see better. Mr. Johnson saw me and motioned for me to come over by him. From there, I could see the Mrs. Johnson's pussy had long labia that were pulled longer when Dave pulled out, then they disappeared as he pushed back in.
About half way into her, Dave realized that he might be approaching her limits. "Here," Dave said, "it will go better if you turn over and get on all fours." She did, and her fanny faced Dave in perfect position for him to enter her from behind.
