TITLE    : Seeing My Ex-Husband's Big Cock
STORYID  : seeing-my-ex-husbands-big-cock
SUMMARY  : A story of my ex displaying his junk to me. LOL!
AUTHOR   : Cute_Little_Muffin@lit
DATE     : 2020-07-02
CATEGORY : exhibitionist-voyeur
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |big cock|cock worship|desperate wife|slut wife|exhibitionism|slut|wife|husband|


I: An eyeful at the barbeque: 



Before this lockdown caused by the pesky Covid19, my son had persuaded me to go along with him to watch his Dad play rugby. It was a fab chance to make a picnic and watching big, strong, masculine men sweating and grunting as they displayed their masculinity wasn't too much of a chore.



As the field doesn't have any facilities, my son offered Jez and his rugger buddies to clean up at our place, so a few of them have been coming over after the match for a shower and, if the weather's good, a barbeque. 



I enjoy keeping busy at social events, plus having a role helps me cope with the tension between Jez and I since I divorced him when I found out about his affairs, so while my son enjoys flipping burgers, I play the dutiful little hostess, taking orders and fetching and carrying our hunky guests plates of grub and filling their drinks. It's quite a sexy feeling to feel all those testosterone fuelled admiring glances as I pad back and forth in my denim cut-offs and tight T-shirt. The atmosphere can get a bit boys-own with their rugger chants, but on the whole our after match barbeques have been nice, fun and safe occasions, where I get a lot of male attention being the only female hostess. I know all the guys, and feel pretty safe none of them would try anything on... well, unless I offered; I like to think I can still turn heads, even if those heads have a little less hair theses days. I love the idea of all my hunky rugger boys enjoying their sexy little hostess with her curves on show as I pad back and forth. 



One recent afternoon my rugger boys were lounging in the sun, filled up on burgers and singing their rugger songs as they downed my special punch and I went wither and hither, with my jug of punch, flitting between sprawled muscly rugby-player legs, wincing as they sang in my ear, making sure my rugger boys' drinks were nice and full.



As I was passing Jez, he caught my attention by holding out his glass for me to refill it, like the arrogant piggy he is.



I tipped the pouring lip of the jug into his glass and filled it for him, and then gave him a cute little curtsy to ease the tension and save having to put up with his sexist jibes. As the saying goes; don't wrestle with pigs, you'll both get dirty and the pig likes it.



But as I did my little curtsy, my gaze went from his glass, up his brawny bare arm, and across his broad shoulders and chest and I found myself begrudgingly admiring his buff and powerful physique; even after all the intervening years I have to admit Jez is a dish!



I don't know if it was his attractive physique, or memories of being intimate with Jez back in the day, but before I knew it, my gaze had flitted down between his parted thighs.



Jez was still wearing his rugby shorts that exposed his tanned, and hairy rugby player thighs, and I knew the flimsy shorts would be clinging to his impressive bugle, but what I wasn't expecting was to find myself staring at a view up the leg of his shorts, and where his jock strap should have been, instead I got an eyeful of Jez's thick, semi-flaccid cock lying totally exposed, dressed to the right as always, and lolling out from the shadow cast by the flimsy material of his shorts.



The big, purple head was totally visible, resting heavily against the seat of his chair, while his thick, veined shaft curved enticingly away into the deeper shadows of his shorts. 



Yes, it was big! Oh God, was it big! 



I had totally forgotten how much bigger Jez was than my current hubby, it's not like I ever did a conscious comparison or anything, but coming face-to-face, so to speak, with Jez's impressive log of meat like that; well, it made me blush, fluster and even spill the punch, all at the same time as I felt a tingle in my pussy at the site of Jez's beautiful thick cock that I used to adore so much.



Part of me wanted to giggle at the silliness of being seemingly stared at by a bulbous, purple one-eyed meat monstrosity poking its head out of a pair of shorts (it looked like Gonzo's nose with a giant purple mushroom on the end of it), but at the same time, being unexpectedly confronted by the huge cock I used to adore, actually made my pussy tingle. I mean that huge cock had fucked me senseless and given me orgasm after amazing orgasm for thirteen years! 



I used to love the feeling of Jez's cock growing hard for me in my mouth. I loved pleasing my big man, hearing him moan and knowing I was in control of his pleasure. I used to love insisting that he relax and let me worship his cock with my mouth. 



We used to have a Sunday routine after I'd made dinner and washed up, where I would put some music on and treat Jez to a saucy strip show in our front room. Jez would just sit back, hands behind his head, and give me his shit-eating grin as his cute, little wife danced her socks off, literally, to please her man. 



Once I was totally naked, I would kneel down between my big man's thighs and adoringly unzip his jeans, both of us luxuriating in our joint understanding that my big man, and his big cock, deserved to be worshipped.



Part of the beauty of worshipping Jez's cock each and every Sunday was how we built up an understanding that allowed me to play the dutiful, adoring wife to Jez's strong, powerful and direct masculinity. 



Jez loved being worshiped and my adoring attention to his big, powerful cock let him revel in feeling appreciated and celebrated as my sexual owner. I used to love how confident, proud and content he looked as I knelt between his thighs, totally nude, both of us knowing his cock was about to be dutifully, adoringly worshipped with a guaranteed deserved orgasm at the end.



I'd begin being all soft, playful and girly; looking up at him adoringly and running my hands along his thighs, kissing his thighs under his jeans, and then I'd start to tell him what his big, beautiful cock meant to me, cooing over it in my best panty voice;



"I love you cock, darling. You know how much pleasure it gives me... Mmm... I love how strong it is... how hard it gets for me... how powerfully it fucks me... please, Big Man, can I take it out and play with it?... Pretty please with a cherry on top?"



I mean, what man wouldn't enjoy having a woman display all her intimate charms for him, and then literally beg for the privilege of worshipping his cock. I think I was a fab wife to Jez!



Jez would usually just give me a nonchalant nod, loving the attention and my adoration of his masculinity and then I'd unzip him like I was opening my favourite Christmas prezzie, scoop my little hand inside his boxers and pull out his heavy, thick meat.



I'd make time for it, hold his thick shaft in my little hand, love the familiar feeling of its weight, kiss it, suck it, and receive it into my mouth like it was a blessing. It was sacred time for me and my big man's cock, each moment a moment to savour.  



And there was that same big meat log that I used to adore so lovingly poking out of Jez's shorts right in front of me. In a way, it felt a bit like bumping into an old friend in the street that you haven't seen for years.



I used to love the feeling of that big cock growing hard inside my mouth, knowing it was me that was exciting him. I loved the intimacy of spending time just focusing on adoring that cock. I was so proud of being able to please Jez's cock, to feel him swell and spurt as he moaned uncontrollably as I tried to swallow every drop of his delicious cum as a sign of my respect for my Big Man.



I loved the intimacy of the connection we formed whenever I sucked Jez's cock; I loved nuzzling his spent cock as it grew flaccid, nestling my head between his thighs, kissing his cock and quickly lapping up any drops of cum that dribbled from his spent cock. I would be so randy after sucking Jez that I would often keep my head between his thighs, his spent cock dangling in my mouth as I brought myself to orgasm, relishing the musky scent and salty taste of my big man's spunk still in my mouth.



I used to feel tingly all Sunday afternoon tasting Jez's spunk with every little cum-belch.



I even loved popping his cock back in his pants and giving it a loving tap, as Jez reached for the remote control to watch the Sunday sport, knowing my man was relieved, contented and settled thanks to my weekly adoring of his big cock. 



So, when after all these years, I was suddenly met with that same big cock I used to so lovingly lap cum from, looking like it was staring out at me with that big eye and saying "Hello!" from inside Jez's shorts, I felt my pussy tingle at all the associated memories.



One thing he used to do that was simply amazing was have me riding cowgirl, impaled on that magnificent thick cock, and then as I rode myself to orgasm, loving the feeling of being totally filled with that hard, powerful cock, Jez would wait until I began to spasm in ecstasy and then grab my hips and pull me down so that his full eight inches filled me completely. i had so many multiple orgasms impaled like that on Jez's huge cock!



So, I'm standing there, feeling myself flush, pouring punch down my jeans and onto the decking like an idiot, surprised by, but enjoying a sudden tingle in my pussy, as I stare at Jez's displayed junk, and how do you think my piggy of an ex-husband responded?



He began taking photos of my shocked expression with his phone as he pulled the leg of his shorts right up to give me a full view of his big, thick cock and hairy balls lying against his hairy thigh in the afternoon sun.



"Missing something, Allie?" He asked with that same grin he used to have on his face when I knelt before him to worship that very same cock.



"Not really, Jez. Seems you still have the same problem of not being able to keep it in your pants!" I quipped, feeling totally flustered at being caught staring at Jez's cock, and hating myself for giving him the opportunity to mock me.



I fled inside and rushed upstairs to the bathroom to change my punch-stained jeans. 



I yanked them down my legs and stepped out of them, leaving me standing in my T-shirt and panties as I looked in the mirror. There was a distinctive wet patch visible on my white panties; Jez's cock had turned me on enough to make me wet my panties!



Then I spotted Jez's sweat stained jockstrap lying on my bathroom floor next to a wet towel. 'Still the same disrespectful, lazy asshole I married then' I thought as I picked the towel and underwear up without thinking.



As much as I hate to admit this, with my pussy already tingling from seeing Jez's big cock displayed like that in front of me, I noticed the manly scent of his dirty jock strap as I was putting it in the clothes basket, and paused. 



Instead of just dropping it into the basket I pulled the jock strap over my head so I was wearing it like a mask and then, deeply inhaling Jez's musky scent I pulled my panties down and stroked myself to a delicious orgasm both hating myself for my reaction to Jez's cock and being so turned on at the idea of the power Jez's cock still seemingly had over me. 



I imagined if I had stayed standing in front of Jez as he flashed his cock at me that Jez took hold of his big cock and stroked it while he kept eye contact with me. It grew to its full thick, hard eight inches and I stood mesmerised until he stood up and came in a thick fountain that splattered me with his cum, some of it even reaching my slightly parted lips... and I shamelessly licked his spunk from my lip. 



Once I came, I had a right good giggle at how I looked with Jez's jockstrap on my face, shook my head at my own ludicrous needs and then, quickly slipping into a fresh pair of panties and jeans, I continued my hostess role, doing my best not to glance at Jez's crotch, at least not when he could see, but knowing that his beautiful, big cock was lying there half exposed made me steal a few glances and kept my pussy tingling all afternoon.



II: Post penis procrastinations:



And that was it; nothing really; just my narcissistic ex-husband flashing his admittingly impressive cock and asking me if I was missing anything. It'd be funny if he wasn't actually that big a jerk! 



Whilst my hubby drove my drunk rugger boys home, I thought about Jez's flashing his cock at me as I tidied up the paper plates and glasses scattered about the decking.



Part of me felt disgusted, used and insulted that Jez felt he could impose his sexuality on me like that. I mean, I hadn't asked to see his junk! 



I mean, if I wanted to be a total 'Karen' about it, I could have taken it as sexual harassment, but I knew that Jez wouldn't have meant any harm; he's just too narcissistic to realise he might offend. 



Thinking about it, I decided he probably thought he was offering me a treat, just like how he viewed his Sunday blowjobs as a treat for me too!



Still, obviously an unacceptable boundary had been crossed, but I was confident that a sharp word with my hands on my hips and my best 'I mean it' stare would be enough to make sure Jez apologised and didn't do it again. 



I felt better with a decisive action in mind to remedy the situation, but as I carried on tidying up I got the giggles picturing that big purple one-eyed Gonzo's nose and then felt my pussy tingling again at the memory. 



What the heck was up with me? I'm a middle-aged woman for Christ's sake; I shouldn't be going all doe-eyed and giggly over seeing a cock, even if it is one of the more impressive ones!



Well, one thing I don't believe in is not confronting things, or pretending they're not there when they are, and as ridiculous as it seemed; I had been, and still was very turned on by the unexpected view of my ex-husband's cock! 



I knew I'd have to talk to my Reggie about it, but before I did I felt I had to understand myself a bit better first. Why was I reacting like this? What did I find so arousing about what had happened?



I knew I had no desire to be unfaithful to Reggie, and certainly not with Jez. He and I were through the moment I found out about his affairs. So, what was it? What did I want? Did I just want to confess having been starry-eyed over my ex's big cock and then move on?



Some of it seemed to be the juxtaposition of my first marriage with my marriage to Reggie. In my first marriage I played the dutiful wife and happily subjugated myself to my big man in every way; I doted on him, adored him and literally worshipped his cock, so when I found out he'd cheated, I swore I'd never let myself be used like that again.



Part of my attraction to Reggie was that he is caring, gentle, considerate and adoring. I don't believe he would ever cheat, and where my sex-life with Jez was all about pleasing Jez, my sex-life with Reggie is all about my pleasure. Yep; I'm a lucky gal! 



I sucked Jez's cock every Sunday for thirteen years, and a lot more than that; 52 weeks in a year x 13; I must have sucked Jez's cock over 700 times, compared to Reggie's who I've only sucked once or twice. I'm not being mean to Reggie; he's more of a giver sexually, and I'm learning to be a taker! LOL!



Um... so okay; that cock I'd just seen that had made me stroke myself to orgasm had been in my mouth at least 700 times... WTF Allie; how does that help?



What I eventually came to was that the whole taker-giver dynamic was sexually charged for me; Jez is a taker and to him I was a total subjugated giver. With Reggie I'm happy to let him give, but I don't think I'm too demanding... more lazy and contented really... I mean, if he's going to pamper my pussy with lots of attention, who am I to stop him, right?



What I found so arousing as a fantasy, and certainly not as a reality, was Jez's arrogance; his assumption I'd been missing his cock (Men; I ask you!), his leaving his dirty jockstrap for me to pick up and wash; every other of my rugger boys managed to take their clothes home with them.



As Jez's dutiful little wife I had doted on him night and day, worshipping him, giving him children, and he had repaid it by cheating on me. But I realised now, that wasn't the end of it; he had flashed that big cock at me and I'd been turned on! Facto Allie! Deal with it!



Once the plates and glasses were all bagged up, my pussy was dampening my panties again, and I rushed upstairs to indulge my fantasy. I imagined the next barbeque.



III: Stroking myself fantasising about my ex-husband:



I was still the hostess, but I was also there to be Jez's amusement whore. 



Jez explains to me that just because I'm married to Reggie, that doesn't mean I shouldn't entertain Jez with my body. 



Mmm... "Yes, Sir."



Willingly subjugating myself to Jez after everything he did is even more of a sacrifice on my part, and an even bigger ego-boost for Jez. The idea of him still taking what he wants from me, regardless of me having moved on makes my pussy wet. 



Jez makes me wear the skimpiest of maids outfits to serve him and my rugger boys, making me bend at the waist and display my most intimate parts as I bent over to collect glasses from the floor. 



My pussy is dripping wet at serving Jez and as I bend over, Jez has the audacity to run a finger along my labia and then proudly announces that my pussy is dripping wet from serving all my hunky rugger men. 



I feel so humiliated at my arousal being so obviously displayed and treated as a joke as all my rugger boys laugh, and Jez orders me to hitch up my little skirt. 



Men I've known for years all stare at my most intimate parts, seeing me as an objectified slut instead of the woman they've known as a friend for years. 



Jez makes me walk round with my skirt hitched up and offer each of my rugger boys in turn a chance to feel for themselves how desperate and wet my pussy is. I have to bite my lip as I go from hunk to hunk, their fingers pushing rudely inside me as they laugh and I nearly orgasm on their hands, my pussy feeling vulnerable, exposed and excited by all the attention.



Then Jez pulls his shorts to one side and reveals that big cock of his; all eight inches standing proudly to attention, and I beg him to let me worship it once more... 



And then Reggie arrived home, walking into the bedroom to find me lying on the bed with my shorts and panties off, frantically stroking myself on the brink of an orgasm.



"Lick me!" I said, giving Reggie a saucy 'you've caught me' smile. He didn't need asking twice, and as he began licking my already sensitive pussy, I resumed my fantasy of begging to worship Jez's cock like I had when I was his wife.



Reggie brought me to a beautiful orgasm as I fantasised about kneeling before Jez's cock in a humiliating maid's outfit, begging him to let me worship his cock like a total slut, and what actually took me over the brink of orgasm was imagining Jez pulling his shorts back over his cock and simply saying "No, Allie!" like I was a naughty puppy acting to keen.



Once I had finished luxuriating in the waves of pleasure Reggie's tongue had given me, I had him strip and lie beside me and took his little cock in my hand.



IV: Pillow talk:



"Do you know what I was thinking about while you licked me, babes?... I was thinking about begging Jez to let me worship his cock." I said, gently stroking Reggie's cock.



Reggie's eyes sprang wide open, his neck straining as he lifted his head to stare at me like a rabbit caught in headlights for a moment, until I drew his attention back to his cock with a few gentle strokes, and Reggie relaxed back onto the bed.



"Mmm... you seem to like that idea... Mister Winky is being all twitchy!" I said, letting go of his cock and enjoying watching it bob about like it has a life of its own.



"Do you want me to carry on?"



"Yes!"



"Well, you know how Jez used to have me worship his cock every week, right babes? Well, today at the barbeque Jez let me see it again... he pulled his shorts to one side and showed me his big... thick... powerful cock... Mmm you're feeling nice and hard too, now, babes!" I cooed, feeling Reggie's cock grown nice and rigid in my grip. I carried on stroking him.

<hr pg="2" />"What do you think I did, babes?... did your wife just walk away... or did her eyes linger a little too long on that big, beautiful cock?... have I missed Jez's cock, babes?... did I touch it... did I kneel down right there in front of all the team and suck Jez's cock like a total slut?... which did I do, babes?" I whispered in his ear, stroking his cock a little faster.



"You walked away." 



"Of course I did, babes... I walked away... but I'd still seen Jez's big cock again... Jez showed his cock to your wife and what did I do?"



"You walked away."



"I walked away... up the stairs and stroked myself to an orgasm imaging serving Jez's cock again! Am I a slut, babes?... Do you like having a slut for a wife?..." I teased, stroking my husband's cock faster now, until he suddenly thrust his hips and his little cock spurted a big jet of cum over his belly. 



As we lay snuggling Reggie and I had a good talk about what had happened; that using it as a fantasy was hot, but that obviously I'd have a word with Jez as it was quite possible his narcissistic boy-brain actually thought what he'd done was not only hilarious, but actually a treat for his ex-wife.



Once we both understood I had no desires towards Jez, but that I enjoyed the fantasy seeing Jez's cock had inspired, Reggie admitted hearing me acting like a slut for my ex's cock turned him on. As a 'giver' he found the idea of adoring me whilst I just took from him, but worked my little socks off as another man's slut really exciting. I could tell he was being honest by how hard he had cum as I had teased him with the fantasy.



What we ended up agreeing on was to propose a kind of three-way role playing scenario whereby I would act the slut for Jez whilst Reggie watched as the hapless hubby to Jez. Reggie loved the idea of watching me perform as Jez's slut, and so began a text conversation between Jez and I as Reggie snuggled beside me reading along.



V: text convo with Jez:



Allie: 'Hey Big Man! wassup? x'



Jez: 'Hey A. x'



Allie: 'U okies, Big Man? x'



Jez: 'Yup. Knackered from the game tho. x'



Allie: 'How's the other Big Man? x'



Jez: '?'



Allie: 'How's the 'jawbreaker? x' (That's what I used to call Jez's cock 'cos sometimes I'd have to take a break from sucking him 'cos he was too wide and my jaw would ache.)



Jez: 'LOL! Fine. You missed him, huh? x'



(Here I looked over at Reggie to check he was okay, and he nodded, just in case anyone reading this thinks I'm a total bitch!)



Allie: 'Maybe Big Man, maybe. x'



Jez: 'Knew it! LOL! x'



Allie: 'Well, I did kind of spend a lot of time with the big guy! x'



Jez: 'You sure did! x'



Allie: 'Mmm... I'm typing this one handed!' (This was true, but my other hand was on Reggie's hardening cock; not my fault if Jez got the wrong end of the stick! LOL!)



Jez: 'You always were a slut for the ol' jawbreaker, Allie! x'



Allie: 'Maybe I could be a slut for him again? x'



Jez: 'Wot about R? x'



Allie: 'He knows. x'



Jez: 'WTF? x'



Allie: 'He knows how I worshiped your cock. He knows you flashed it at me today. He knows I stroked myself to orgasm thinking of your cock too. x'



Jez: 'LMAO! x'



Allie: 'I'm serious. I have a proposal for ya, Big Man! x'



Jez: 'Wot? x'



Allie: 'Well... how would you like having me as your personal slut to command and watch? No touching, no relationship, strictly me acting as a slut for your entertainment. No threat to my marriage or its off. Well Big Man, how's about it? You game? x'



Jez: 'Sounds like it might be fun, yeah! x'



Allie: 'Okies, I'll be in touch, Big Man! x'



Reggie's cock was hard in my hand by the end of the exchange and we made love together, Reggie being more aroused and aggressive sexually than I'd never known before.



Anyway, shortly after this Covid19 caused the lockdown, which ended up suiting our little game perfectly, with me becoming quite the little 'zoom slut' for Jez over the past few months. It's turned what could have been a boring and frustrating lockdown period into a kinky, safe and sexy fun time for all of us as we've explored my fantasy of being Jez's subjugated slut over this lockdown period.



When Jez found out about me writing a couple of things on Literotica he made part of me being Jez's subjugated little slut to write this up and post it on Literotica s here it is! Baring all like this does feel kind of sexily vulnerable and humiliating and whilst Jez agreed not to share it with anyone, there's always the chance of some of our friends recognising the events which half scares me to death, and half makes my pussy tingle... but then I'm sure Jez knew that when he ordered me to write it... didn't you piggy!

