Big Dick Steve

 

It began as a note that arrived on Monday. Steve was
coming for a few days. He was accepting the open
invitation my husband offered him last time we saw him.
My husband, David, and I liked Steve but he tended to
drink a bit much for our liking. David and I are
involved regularly in Church and are our faith played a
major role in our lives.

I met David when I was 17 and he was 20. After a year
courtship we were married. I lost my virginity to David
on my wedding night and he is the only man I have ever
had any sexual contact with. I was 21 and David, my
husband, was still the only man I had ever been with.
He wasn’t a great lover but he was my husband and I
followed Church teachings despite the words of the
girls in the office.

Gina and Sandra worked in the billing office with me.
They were a bit more wild minded. “Damn girl, You look
just like that singer Faith Hill. Perfect hair,
flawless skin, generous bust line and a tight ass.
Girl, you ought to wear some tight clothes and show
your husband what you’re made of. He better have a
strong heart.” Gina shouted.

I laughed.

Sandra chimed in. “Gina’s right. I wish I could borrow
your face and body for one night. I would have to bring
a club to beat the men off!”

I laughed at these comments and responded. “That’s all
I would need. Steve knocking at the door when I was
wearing something skimpy.”

The girls looked puzzled. “Steve? Who is Steve?” Sandra
asked.

“He is one of my husband’s old friends and he is coming
this weekend for a visit.”

Gina’s turned around quickly. “Do you mean Steve
Roberts?” She asked, “Oh my God. I haven’t seen him in
years. He was my old boyfriend.” We were about to
resume conversation when the boss entered the room. We
quickly returned to our seats and the discussion
abruptly ended.

A few minutes later I heard Sandra whispering to Gina.
“You dated this guy?” Sandra asked.

Gina responded, “Hell yeah for six months. Hottest 6
months of my life.”

“Really?” Sandra queried.

“Oh my yes,” Gina whispered back. I leaned over my desk
to listen in as Gina continued. “He was an awesome
lover and he is seriously packing.”

Sandra laughed. I, being na├»ve didn’t understand until
Sandra whispered, “How big was he?”

Gina responded quietly, “Very, a full nine inches and
thick.”

The conversation soon grew too quiet to hear but I had
heard enough. I knew it wasn’t right but I had a morbid
curiosity. How big was nine inches? My husband David
had the only penis I had ever seen and I had never
measured it. I remembered I had a ruler in my desk and
reached down to pull it out and measured off nine
inches.

I gasped and was suddenly turned on. I know it was
wrong but the mere thought of something that big inside
me made me hot and my vagina moisten. I stood up and
went to the cooler for a drink. “What’s wrong? Your
face looks red.” My boss asked.

“I’m just a little warm.” I said. He was none the
wiser.

I was distracted all day looking at the nine on that
ruler. Could a man’s penis be that big? I had never
measured my husband’s but I knew it wasn’t 9 inches
long. That night going home I was hot and horny. My
underwear was nearly soaked through with anticipation.
I wanted my husband’s cock more than ever.

I decided to measure David too but I couldn’t bring a
ruler into the bed without arousing his suspicion so I
copied the inch measurements up to 9 onto a piece of
paper to compare my husband to Steve. After we both
arrived from work I allowed him to eat dinner and asked
him if he was interested in what we call ‘fooling
around.’

“Not now dear, I’m too stuffed to get it up,” he
responded.

“You don’t have to move from the dinner table,” I said.

David looked at me seemingly stunned. We had never had
sex outside the bedroom. “Relax, no one can see us
now.” I said as I closed the shades. I then knelt and
went under the table from my side to his and, on my
hands and knees, made my way to his lap. I massaged his
already stiff penis through his work trousers. I undid
his belt and unzipped his pants in one motion pulling
them to his knees.

His penis was visibly erect in his white fruit of the
loom’s. I pulled them down and immediately engulfed his
cock as he let out a groan. I began bobbing up and down
on David as fast as I could. I tried to measure his
cock with the makeshift tape measure I had made up. I
lined it up best I could without getting caught and saw
he measured about 4.5 inches.

That’s when David put his right hand on my head and
forced me violently up and down as he grunted loudly. I
hated myself for it, but I wished for a split second
that I was blowing Steve’s big cock.

After about 20 seconds David ejaculated with a groan
into my mouth. I did something I had never done. I
swallowed, and continued sucking David dry. He
collapsed into the chair breathless wondering what
brought all this on. I crawled out from under the table
and slowly sauntered upstairs.

That night David and I had sex but, again, but I
imagined Steven’s thick penis in me instead of my
husband’s and came to a violent orgasm. Despite my best
efforts all I could think of that night was Steve and
his huge rod.

The weekend came and Steve arrived. Despite my best
efforts I couldn’t stop staring at his package all day.
I honestly didn’t notice anything sizeable and wondered
if the girls were just kidding each other. Then
Saturday night came. Steve went to a local bar and I
had a plan. I followed him there and gave money to the
bartender.

“That guy is a family friend. Keep the rounds coming
for him,” I said pointing to Steve.

Needless to say the bartender obliged. David went to
sleep early for Church but I couldn’t sleep. I was too
excited like a child at Christmastime. I gently went
downstairs and watched television waiting for a glimpse
of Steve’s dick.

I fell asleep on the couch when at 3:30 in the morning
I saw a cab pull in and Steve stumble out of it and
make his way up the steps. I hid in the shadows as I
watched him come in and enter his room leaving the door
slightly cracked. He removed his shirt and my heart
began to race with anticipation. He reached for his
zipper and I couldn’t see anymore as he collapsed on
the bed removing his pants. He was clearly, for all
intents and purposes, blitzed. He rolled on his left
side so I couldn’t see anything but his ass.

I felt my juices roll down my leg as my anticipation
grew. I wanted this man more than anything ever and
despite the fact that my husband was sleeping upstairs,
I was going to have him. I turned off all the lights
leaving the downstairs in total darkness. I then
tiptoed into his room. I never considered. What if he
turned me down? What if he yelled? What if he wondered
who was touching him? I just went for it.

I entered the room, climbing onto his bed next to him
and began slowly rubbing his belly. He rolled over onto
his stomach with a groan. I couldn’t see a thing and
had to go by feel and worked my way down to his boxers.
I slowly entered them and felt his hot cock. I found
the shaft and the girls were right. I immediately knew
he was much bigger than David.

I was shivering with anticipation now.

Steve laid back and just groaned while I knelt at the
foot of his bed. I could tell by feel that his penis
was twice the thickness of David’s. I slowly moved it
to my tongue and moistened the entire huge head. I was
too impatient. I took as much as I could into my mouth.
I could fit all of David’s dick into my mouth but only
about half of Steve’s thick pole. I used my hand to
jerk the rest while I sucked off what I could.

I tried to control my emotions and slow down. I didn’t
want him to cum in my mouth. I wanted this monster in
me. After a minute I stood up and removed the sweat
pants I was wearing making myself bare from the waist
down. I then straddled him and grasped his cock
attempting to insert his huge prick into my tight
pussy. I tried to be quiet but I let out a soft groan
as his baseball bat sized organ penetrated me.

I thought, what if my husband wakes up and comes in
here? It didn’t matter it was too late to turn back
now. I moved back and forth slowly as his cock
penetrated further and further into me. I was being
filled like I had long desired to be. I rocked on his
thick prick doing all I could to stop from screaming
out.

I soon felt his body become rigid. I knew he was going
to cum. I didn’t care that he wasn’t wearing a condom.
I wanted his fat pole to blow its wad inside of me. I
swayed back and forth until I felt my orgasm coming on.
I bit my lip and put all of the cock in me I could
stand as the wave rushed over me.

I simultaneously heard him groan one last time and felt
his prick fill up my cunt with his hot cum. When I knew
he was finished, I went to the bathroom to clean up and
jumped right into bed next to my husband who was none
the wiser.

**

The next morning I woke up with a note on the pillow
next to me.

David wrote that I looked tired so he would allow me to
sleep through church and go alone. I went downstairs
for breakfast and there was Steve at the kitchen table.
I sat at the table and said nothing.

Steve stood up and approached me. “If you wanted to see
my cock why didn’t you just ask?” he said as he pulled
back his bathrobe to reveal the most majestic penis I
have ever seen.

In the light of day it hung half way to his knee and
was thick as a beer can. Without a word I knelt beside
him and began to give him head. After a minute of
polishing his sweet shaft Steve filled my mouth with
his salty cum.

One hour later he fucked me to orgasm again on my
marriage bed. I was able to blow him in the car one
more time before he had to leave on Monday.

I have never cheated since, but Steve, if you read
this, you are always welcome at my house.