Starting Over
Chapter One
Hello, Judy here, and I'm married to Jim. I'm five foot five inches tall, I weigh one-hundred-twenty pounds, with a 40c chest, that has sensitive nipples that can get very big, and I keep well shaved. Jim works construction and has a rock-hard body, with a nice sized cock at seven inches. We have been married for eleven years. I'm thirty-two and Jim is thirty-four.
We got along great due to us both having high sex drives and we are both a bit perverted. We had a lot of sex all the time and were tired about everything, you can guess. But then he got hurt at work, messed up his manhood and balls, and he had trouble getting around.
He was doing a lot of physical therapy and couldn't do his job anymore, but one of the companies that they bought from, offered him a job selling their equipment. We ended up moving closer to their company, where our love held us together, but our sex life was essentially, done with.
So, we moved into a very nice house and neighborhood. The man next door owned a big company and had a great big house, pool, and hot tub. He hit it off with Jim and they talked a lot, with him learning about the accident and Jim doing therapy for his injuries. He had a place that he worked out to keep in shape, it seemed to work for him because he was around forty and in good shape. So, he started to take Jim with him when he worked out.
After working out hard they'd hit the showers and when Jim got home from one of the workouts, he told me, "I saw Dan in the shower and I'm very impressed by what Dan has hanging down by his legs. I think it had to be over eight-inches hanging and not hard."
I just laughed at him and said, "Right. I think you need to go check your ruler."
A couple days later they went and worked out again, and when Jim got home, he walked right up to me with his cell phone. He had caught a picture of Dan coming out of the shower, "Well, do you think my ruler is off?"
I looked at the picture and had to say, "It has to be close to eight-inches and it's a bit fat too."
A couple minutes later I got a text and it read, 'Next time you think I can't read a ruler look at this.' He forwarded the picture to me. Needless to say, I didn't delete it.
But now, with my sex life being on hold for months, every time I saw Dan, I found myself looking at his package and wondering how good it works.
He was single and he did a lot of stuff for us, never asking for anything. He was holding a backyard, 4th of July, party for a bunch of his employees, so he invited us over too. I went over a bit early to help him set up some stuff, it's hot out, and I had on a pair of my cut off jean shorts, with a halter top.
He kept joking that his male employees would love my outfit, but when I got ready to go home and get ready for the party, he stopped me. "This is a pool party so most of my guests will be in swim wear, so, you two might want to wear yours!"
"Okay, thanks for letting me know. I wouldn't want to feel out of place."
Even though I had a good size chest I did wear bikinis, and I got ready and put mine on. Jim put on his, even though he would have trouble swimming, he wanted to fit in too. So off to the party we went.
Most of the employees were males, with a few females as guests, but almost all of them had on one-piece suits. I was the only one in a bikini and I felt a bit odd, but shrugged it off because I was proud of my body, and the men seemed to like it. So, I helped him host the party, but didn't really want to swim, due to having very long hair, and I didn't want to get it wet.
I've been around Dan some and he had a habit of telling people what to do and how to do it. I just shrugged it off, knowing he owned a company and in charge of telling people what to do. But as the party went on, he seemed to really tell people what to do and they did it. This made me feel he was a bit overpowering at times, but I noticed that no one complained.
Drinks were in abundance and people drank quite a lot. I had a few myself, and I got to know his employees. Jim got tired and wanted to head home, but told me to stay and have fun. So, I stayed and told Jim I would help Dan pick up some after the party ended.
I noticed Dan staring at me at times but he didn't really hang out with me, as he worked on showing the others a good time.
As it started to get dark, they started to slowly leave and go home. Then it was only me and Dan left, and I was helping pick things up and putting them away, when Dan said to me, "'Hell with that stuff, Judy. The cleaner can get it in the morning." Then he walked over to his hot tub and took the cover off, "I think it's time to soak and relax, so come on over." It did sound good, so I went over and slid into it, as he went and got us both a drink. My boobs were floating on top of the water, and the tub felt great. He walked over and handed me my drink and then he looked at me, "I hope you're not shy," and that's when he took off his trunks and slowly got into the hot tub. "I hate to wear a suit in the tub." With his trunks off I got a very good look at his manhood swinging about, and it looked bigger than in the picture.
"I hope you don't mind."
"Your tub, your house, your rules," I said as he sat right beside me.
Then looking at me he said, "Well, does it look better in real life, or in the picture?"
"What are you talking about?"
He laughed at me, "I know Jim took a picture of my cock to show you."
"What?"
"I'm okay with it, in fact, it made me feel good that he wanted to show you. But I did want you to see the real deal, so that you knew it was me."
So, as we drank, he started to talk about mine and Jim's sex life. Jim had to be the one telling him and I wasn't too happy about it. Plus, he talked about Jim's accident and what happened to our sex life after it.
"I think I need to go home and have a talk with my husband."
"Don't get mad at him, he just feels bad about it, and needed to talk to someone about it. He just feels bad, knowing he's not taking care of you."
"But it's a bit embarrassing for me, sitting in the tub with you, naked, talking about my sex life."
"Yes, that's a bit odd, and maybe we should do something about it," he said, as he reached over, pulling the tie to my top, and getting my bikini top off. "Damn, Judy, they look bigger with your top off!"
"You shouldn't do that, I'm married."
"Well, I know that, but I also know you're not shy, and I know some of your wild sex life!"
"I guess I do need to have a talk at home."
"You can do that, but for now, I think we need to be fair, and you need to take off those bottoms so we are both naked, and equals,"
I just looked at him and knew he was serious. "Take them off, Judy."
As I just looked at him, I knew I drank too much, but didn't think I should do that. But then he said more sternly, "I said for you to take them off, Judy!" and with that he reached down to pull them off. I reached down to stop him, but he took hold of my hand and stopped me as he untied, and pulled, the bottoms off. Still holding my hand he said, "You should do what I tell you." As he said that he pulled my hand to him and down to his cock. "I want you to know how real it is," he told me, as he put my hand on his cock.
"Feel it and get to know it's real." I still had hold of it when he reached down and took my hand, as he slowly started to work my hand up and down his cock. I could feel it growing in my hand and getting harder.
''That's it, keep working it." I found myself stroking it, 'Damn, it's been a long time since I had a hard one in my hand.'
He leaned back for a while, as I stroked it. Then he started to get out of the tub, and pulling me to my feet he said, "Keep hold of it so you don't get lost," as we got out. So now, he is walking over to a table with me following along holding his cock. Then he stops and pushes me to sit on the table, as he reaches out, feeling and playing with my boobs some, tweaking my nipples, 'Damn, he is right, they are very sensitive and getting bigger,' I thought as he pulled on my nipples and did a small twist on them. "Ouch, that hurt!"
He looked at me, "Most don't hurt as hard as they are."
This time he pushed on my shoulders so that I would fall back onto the table. He parted my legs and slid his hand up to find my bald pussy. "Damn, Judy, this thing might burn me," he said as he stroked my pussy and clit. "You know I like to eat pussy, but I've been wondering what it would feel to have my cock buried in this pussy," and that's when I felt him rubbing his cock up and down my pussy slit.
"I don't know if we should do this," I whisper out.
"Why not? He's the one that told me you needed this," that's when he popped the head into me, "Damn, that head is fat and big!"
"So, I'm going to give you all of it," he told me as he slammed in more. "He wants me to give you this," and then he slammed in deeper. His cock was so fat and bigger than my husband's, that it was hurting some.
