TITLE    : Jen's First Real Big One
STORYID  : jens-first-real-big-one_2006
SUMMARY  : Wife admits fantasy of a BIG cock.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2006-09-10
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cock|big|toys|vibrator|threesome|


<i>This is a story about a wife who develops a fantasy to find and fuck a man with larger equipment than her husband's. It involves toys, and the development of that fantasy but not making it reality. That's going to come in part two. This is not a cuckholding tale. If that's what you seek, move on. This IS a story about a wife who will eventually have sex with another man. If you don't like that, move on. If you DO enjoy this kind of story, read on. Please remember to vote and leave comments. If you send me email that isn't hateful, I WILL reply to it. Enjoy!!!!</i>



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Lesson learned: it's impossible to expect the unexpected.



My wife and I are a happily married middle-aged (me 42, her 37) couple, together for fifteen years and with two children. We work opposing shifts (me days, her nights) and that affects how much "quality" time we get to spend together. Add in the kids, school, the oldest child's job, pets, house, etc. and we rarely have time to play with each other. When we do I always want to make sure that it's absolutely as good as it can be for her.



Now, I have to admit: I'm one of those husbands who has long held the fantasy of watching my wife have sex with another man. For me it's always been more about her enjoying sex so thoroughly and uninhibitedly, than about her simply having another man. I've always recognized that any fantasy is rarely as good once it becomes reality but my wife and I have always enjoyed the exchanges resulting from my sharing this fantasy with her. I've written her stories&hellip; made her powerpoint shows that included one woman with two men&hellip; movies that involved such scenes, etc. Jen (the wife) has admitted that the idea of having two men is a fantasy that she also enjoys, but again, one that will always remain fantasy.



Before going further I guess I should describe us for you readers. I'm five feet ten inches, and about 190 pounds of relatively fit frame. Though I'm thinning on top, it doesn't matter much 'cause I keep it cut short, and I have a moustache / goatee that Jen has always enjoyed tickling her private parts when I eat her. Down below I'm circumcised and, when erect, about 7" long and about 4" around. I've never worried about my size. I've always been invited back by every lover I've ever had and I've never failed to please a woman. My ego is quite intact when it comes to my "equipment". Jen is five feet seven inches, and 160 pounds. Her 38C chest attests to the fact of two children as do her 38" hips. Her waist is noticeable as is her delicious ass and healthy muscular thighs. Her brunette hair is as streaked with gray as my goatee is, and she keeps her dark pubic thatch trimmed close. Although she's never shaved it for me, she knows I'd love for her to and she teases me every now and then by cutting the hair down to an eighth of an inch. It's as close as I've ever seen her to "the Barbie doll look".



For the past few years we've both been exercising and watching what we eat because we fully intend to enjoy our "golden years". We have about another ten years before our youngest is old enough to leave on his own and we're eagerly looking forward to enjoying weekend trips again. As things stand now, we get weekends away about twice each year and usually they are around Mother's Day (which is close to her birthday) and our anniversary (early fall &#x2013; end of summer beach season). Jen knows that if we're going away for a weekend, I EXPECT that we'll have plenty of sex. It's one of the few times we CAN have sex daily &#x2013; or even more often.



A couple years ago on one of our rare weekends away, I had purchased several toys to surprise Jen with. I had also taken the video camera because I loved to watch her play with herself and I wanted to be able to watch the video during those frequent times when I'm stroking off to relieve the pressure in between times we've had to play.



When I surprised Jen with the toys she was enthusiastic and excited about trying them out and even agreed to let me video tape it "provided you're naked too so I can see how excited you get". She loves to see me get hard just looking at her or watching her. As with many middle aged moms I think she sometimes gets insecure about her body and appearance and the ease with which she can make me erect strokes her ego and reduces her insecurities.



The toys I'd gotten her were (as we came to name them):



The Purple One: a 7" shaft with a rotating head, and a small finger that came out of one side with two small ears on the end that would tickle her clit. It had multiple settings for strength of vibration and speed of rotation of the "head". She was most looking forward to trying this one out and it's proven one she enjoys on a regular basis.



The Blue One: a 7" waterproof toy shaped like a penis that had a small head, thicker body and then thinned again near the other end with a few nubs that, if she pushed the toy ALL the way into herself, could be rubbed against her clit. This has become her favorite toy &#x2013; according to her because it's closest to the size of my cock.



The Green One: an 8" waterproof toy that had a body which gradually grew in thickness from the tip to the base, with a ridge every inch. She thought she might like this one a lot at first, but it's proven not to hold her interest.



The Big Red One: a 9" long THICK cock-shaped toy with a bulge at the end simulating the swell of a man's balls. Jen's eyes lit up when she first saw this one but initial attempts at its use were frustrating. While she readily admitted that she really like the way it stretched and filled her, she said that it felt "scrapey" on the inside of her. Apparently, as she described it, insertion felt good, but as she pulled it out it felt like it was scraping the walls of her pussy.



And finally, BOB: her "battery operated boyfriend". Bob is a simple toy that consists of a 7" vibrator covered by a cock-shaped sleeve. The sleeve can be taken off so she can use the vibrator by itself if she wants, or be left on for a more realistic feeling. With the sleeve in place, BOB is about 8" long and slightly thicker around than I am fully erect. So she gets an additional inch of penetration with it and feels a bit more stretched open.



Now we've had conversations about what feels best in her pussy. She's explained that while depth is good &#x2013; there is such a thing as too much. What she really enjoys &#x2013; as we've discovered &#x2013; is about eight to nine inches of length accompanied by a healthy thickness that really stretches her pussy open. We've also discovered that I really like the way her pussy feels after it's been relaxed by one of her toys. I have come to enjoy fucking her after she's had an orgasm or two as the result of the Blue toy or BOB.



Then one day, during a conversation about the intensity of her orgasms, she was trying to explain the difference in the feeling of her climax as a result of getting one with a toy versus getting one from me. Apparently her orgasms felt more intense if her pussy was filled more (thickness) as the muscles tried to clamp down on the larger phallus, but it simply wasn't the same as her orgasms accompanied by 1) my pubis rubbing into her clit, and 2) the slapping of my pelvis into hers.



She told me that if we could find a way to get her fucked by about 8" of length, but a thickness equaling BOB's (or better) WITH the friction on her clit that she got when we fucked AND the slapping feeling of our pelvises together, it would be the ultimate orgasm for her. Laying there thinking about that I wondered if I could take the cock-like sleeve off of BOB, roll it onto my own length like a condom and then fuck her with that. The length would then be just over eight inches and the thickness would be about five inches around - an inch bigger around than me alone. I voiced the thought to her and at first she giggled. Then she thought about it&hellip; and then she said it sounded like it might be great. We should try it. So we did.



Our first attempt was good with one discovered set back: While she loved the feeling (moaning, "Oh, baby&hellip; I can feel it really stretching me open") and thoroughly enjoyed the depth of penetration ("Ungh&hellip; take your time. You're going deeper than anything has ever been before), even with her pussy lubing like never before and us using a little KY for further lubrication, it still felt kind of raw to her in a relatively short time. It took us a few minutes to get the length fully into her (she gave me direction on how hard to push with her hands on my hips guiding me in and out) but once I was buried she was happy. She had the penetration she wanted. She felt fuller than ever because the sleeve ON me was thicker than BOB or just me. She had the sensation of my pubis grinding into her clit and when she was relaxed enough for us to fuck hard and fast, she got the slapping feeling of our pelvises together. BUT, once we got to the fucking fast and hard part she quickly started complaining about feeling dry. Still, she had a couple of truly intense orgasms and then rolled over on her belly&hellip; with a couple of pillows under her hips and her legs spread wide, I can get behind / on top of her and just fuck 'til I'm happy. Even without the added length and thickness of the sleeve, she cums easily when I fuck her this way because of the angle and speed of penetration. For my part, I loved sliding my cock into her relaxed sloppy pussy and added to the wetness by launching my load as far into her as I could reach.



Then I had the idea of using a condom on TOP of the sleeve on my length. Yeah, I know: it seems like we were going out of our way to find something to fill her up comfortably, but isn't that a husband's job? To make sure his wife's sexual needs are met? As I said, my ego is quite secure and I really got off on seeing her so thoroughly enjoying sex. So I suggested the 'condom on the sleeve on me' idea to her and she said it might work. We decided to try it out. Afterward she said it was the best fuck she'd ever had. I thought so too. 



It took us a little while to get me completely hard and then get the sleeve rolled on in place. Putting the condom on was easy. She was wet just thinking about being filled by that big cock again and we put on a touch of KY just to be sure. When I started to feed it into her I said, "Let me know if I push too hard."



Her response was, "Don't worry about that. Just get it all into me." Her wish was my command.



With a few tentative strokes I was buried balls deep and began stroking. Getting in the rhythm and pace, I had her fucked through two orgasms in just a few minutes. The more she got, the more she enjoyed it. The more she enjoyed it the more she looked forward to it and wanted it. The more she wanted it the more aggressive she got and life was getting better. After she'd had a collection of orgasms from the fucking she got, she'd always relax, lie back (or on her belly as described above) and say, "Oh, honey&hellip; just fuck me. Fill me with your cum." Usually I could get her another orgasm or two before I would fill her with my load and it always felt wonderful to me to be pumping into her swollen and sloppy sex.



While we didn't always use the BOB sleeve during our sessions, it began to happen more frequently. I guess it was about half the time we'd have sex. I made it a habit of asking with a smile, "Do you want regular size or extra?" and she'd give me an answer.



At first her answer was always, "Whatever you want." It took awhile for me to get her to realize that what I wanted really didn't matter much. I understood that she was worried about hurting my feelings if she said she wanted the extra size. I had to explain to her that she wouldn't hurt my feelings and that it would turn me on if she just admitted it when she wanted to be fucked by that bigger cock. To me it was the equivalent of her saying, "I just want a good thorough fucking."



After a couple months of this, and looking back on when we tried out her toys the first time, I realized that putting a condom on the Big Red One might help her enjoy that more too. I suggested the idea to her and she agreed. The next time we got a chance to play, I got out her Big Red One and a condom. She read an erotic story I'd written for her while I played in her pussy&hellip; fingering... rubbing&hellip; and eventually sliding the Big Red One into her. When I did that she closed her eyes and dropped what she was reading and pushed her legs even farther apart, further opening her pussy to take in that toy.



"Oh, My God that feels so good," she moaned. She put her hands behind her knees and pulled her legs up as far and high apart as she could get them as I pushed the toy deeper into her. I intentionally stopped at about eight inches, even though there was more to give and I could be moving it much faster. Her pussy was dripping wet. "Don't tease," she moaned. "Push it all into me&hellip;" I did. Pushing steadily I didn't stop until the swollen "ball" area of the toy was pushed right up against her stretched pussy lip, and once there I pumped it about a half-inch back and forth as fast as I could. Her moans deepened, her head fell back and she seemed to start cumming almost immediately.



I kept up the pace for about five minutes, finally slowing when my arm got tired. She relaxed as well, letting go of her knees and seemed to be trying to catch her breath. When she could speak with some semblance of normalcy she said, "That was so good. It was even deeper and thicker than you wearing the sleeve." In the back of my mind it registered that, while she didn't want to hurt my ego, she'd just made a statement that, in essence, meant that a longer and thicker cock made her feel better.



Fantasies about seeing her with a well hung man sprang to the front of my mind but I didn't bring it up right then. Instead I asked her if she was ready for me to be fucking her instead of the Big Red One, and she said yes. "Regular or Extra?" I asked as usual.



"Regular is just fine," she said with a smile. "My pussy feels pleasantly fucked already so anything else is an added bonus."



Without the BOB sleeve or a condom I climbed between her legs and slid my cock into the most relaxed, wet, hot, swollen and inviting pussy I've ever fucked. Even though she'd just been filled and stretched by the Big Red One, my 7" still made her moan as I ground it into her. Idly I thought that she'd enjoy a cock like the Big Red One even more if it was attached to a live human being that could rub his pubis into her clit and slap his pelvis against hers. Those were the thoughts going through my mind as I pounded her as hard and fast into the bed as I could before cumming into her already sopping sex. I kept those thoughts to myself for awhile&hellip;



Through the next few months our sex life took on a different flavor. Instead of me having to ask if she wanted "extra" she'd started telling me in advance. When we'd be planning our time alone she'd make comments like, "Mmmm&hellip; I can't wait to feel that extra size sliding into me," or "my pussy needs to be extra stretched open tonight." Once a month or so she'd even ask me if I'd pleasure her with the Big Red One before giving her "extra sized" fucking. I never complained. I love pleasing my woman and I still always got mine. I loved the feeling of sliding my hard cock into her nicely relaxed, warm, wet and welcoming sex.



With a specific purpose in mind, I kept writing her the occasional erotic story. On one of those nights when she'd asked me to pleasure her with The Big Red One, instead of putting in a movie for us to watch, I handed her a new story I'd written her. "What's this?" she asked with a glimmer in her eye.



"A new fantasy I wrote for you," I answered. "I think you'll especially enjoy it while I please you with the Big Red One tonight."



After we were naked and comfortable I took my time playing with her pussy. I caressed her sex with my fingers teasingly through her short pubic hair. I rubbed across her pussy lips and occasionally dipped a single finger in between her labia to measure her moistness. I gradually built up my exploration and penetration as I kept track of what page she was reading on. By the end of the second page I had been sliding two fingers in and out of her lubricated pussy&hellip; and by the end of the third page I was sliding the condom-covered head of the Big Red One along her slit.



When she turned to page four, I saw her spread her legs wider apart and I began to slide the Big Red One into her. Timing was everything because in the story, on page four, she was taking a new lover who was impressively equipped. I had written the fantasy about she and I taking a weekend away and finding her a well equipped man to give her the fucking she truly craved, but not from a fake phallus&hellip; but instead with a real cock measuring nine or ten inches and at least six inches around. I knew she wanted her pussy stretched and filled as never before, but I also knew that she wanted that WHILE she got the pubis grinding and pelvic slapping. As her new lover slid his cock into her in the story, I slid the Big Red One into her.



A deep moan escaped her lips and she kept reading about the fantasy fuck she was enjoying as I purposefully fucked her pussy with Big Red. Even when she had her first orgasm, she didn't drop the papers, but held on to them and began reading where she'd left off when she could open her eyes again. When she finished the story and her fantasy lover had launched his cum that nine or ten inches deep into her, she finally dropped the papers, grabbed her knees and spread them apart again. I kept fucking her with Big Red until she finally said, "Get the extra on&hellip; I need deep fucked."



As she laid there with three fingers sliding in and out of her wet and swollen pussy, I rolled on the BOB sleeve and put a condom on&hellip; and then I climbed between her legs. As I lined up the cockhead to enter her sex she said, "Don't even start to be gentle. Fuck that cock in hard and fast and do it as deep as you can."



After having been thoroughly used by Big Red her pussy was already relaxed and I didn't feel the usual resistance as I slid into her. With both hands on my hips she pulled hard and I did as she wanted, driving my added-onto cock into her until my balls slapped against her spread ass. She held onto my hips, grinding hers up as she pulled mine down. I helped by pushing harder and she soon realized that she had all there was being offered. When she relaxed she said, "Now fuck me. Fuck me&hellip; pound that pussy as hard as you can."



I obliged and spent the next fifteen minutes sawing that cock in and out of her as fast and as hard as I could, occasionally teasing her by pulling out until only the cockhead still split her pussy open&hellip; and then she'd whine about not stopping&hellip; and I'd plunge back in again. When she'd finally had enough &#x2013; at least for then &#x2013; she grabbed ahold of me and held on through her last orgasm and then relaxed&hellip;



"God that felt so good," she said as she laid there totally relaxed. "I know you still need to get yours, but I hope you don't need me to move."



I looked down at her laying on her back, legs splayed&hellip; arms out&hellip; her eyes half slits of exhausted pleasure and said, "Nope. I can fuck you right where you are to get mine." And I did. After getting out of bed long enough to throw away the condom and slide the BOB sleeve off my dick (and leave it in the master bathroom sink for later cleaning) I climbed back in between her legs and slid my length into her. It delighted me to hear her moan upon full penetration and I enjoyed listening to her grunts of pleasure as I used her pussy. And "using her pussy" is exactly how I viewed it. She'd gotten her sexual pleasure. I had exerted quite a bit of energy making sure that she was both sexually satisfied and fully worn out as a result. She wasn't interested in getting more pleasure but was allowing me to use her body to get mine. I was using her pussy. As a result, I did what I felt like, stroking at whatever speed I wanted, from whatever angle felt best for me at that moment&hellip; until my orgasm finally set in and I pushed myself in as deep as I could reach to soak her inner pussy walls with my hot jism.

<hr pg="2" />The next morning over breakfast she gave me a wicked grin and said, "Know what?"



"No," I answered. "What?"



"My pussy feels SO used," she replied with a grin. "I've never felt this well fucked&hellip; my pussy lips were still swollen this morning."



"Can I see?" I asked. The idea of looking at her pussy still red and swollen the next day after a good night of fucking excited me for some reason.



In response she simply pulled up her nightshirt and, standing on one leg, put her other foot up on the counter top. Her legs were spread wide enough for me to see that her pussy was indeed still red and her lips were nicely puffy&hellip; Looking up at her face as she put her leg back down I asked, "So you enjoyed the story and the sex last night?"



Ooh, god yes," she replied. "It was an incredible feeling to have Big Red stretching my pussy open and filling me so deep just as my imaginary lover was doing it in the story." She breathed and I'd have sworn I saw her blush. "And to have what felt like two other different cocks fuck me after that added to my excitement."



Hmmm, I thought to myself. She's getting excited thinking about taking different cocks one after the other. "Well I glad you enjoyed it," I said to her. "Pleasing you is my prime desire in our marital bed."



"And you do SUCH a good job," she said with a grin. "Maybe you'd like to do some more work tonight?"



"My pleasure," I responded with a smile of my own.



That night was almost an exact repeat of the night before. She reread the story I'd written while I tended to her pussy with Big Red. When she had finished reading the story I put on the extra and gave her some more good fucking. When she had had enough she just laid there completely relaxed and let me use her pussy for my own pleasure. The only difference was that, when I took out Big Red and slid in my extra-sized cock, I made comments about her "taking her second lover of the night," and when I took the extra off to give her my own cock I made comments about her "third cock of the night". She smiled and moaned and groaned at each change and seemed to really get off on the idea of taking multiple different cocks. I still believed that fantasy was fantasy but a small voice in my head said, "You know you'd love to see her fucked by a big cock that wasn't fake&hellip; it'd excite you to know she was taking a warm flesh-and-blood cock that deep and hard." I had to admit to myself that the small voice was telling the truth.



Within another few weeks we were planning our next weekend getaway. We were going to go to a nearby ocean resort town for three nights. The usual hotel we stayed at was nice without being too overly priced, and the room we usually got was just wonderful. From the kind size bed to the Jacuzzi in the bathroom, it was all we could want for our weekend away to play. I made sure to pack Big Red, a new box of condoms, BOB and the KY jelly. I also took along the digital still and video cameras to capture any moments that I especially wanted to remember. On the Monday night before we were to leave, sitting at the dinner table and talking quietly between ourselves as the kids tended to homework in their bedrooms, Jen leaned even closer and said, "You know what? Ever since you started wearing my pussy out with Big Red and that extra-size cock of yours" which was how she referred to me when I was wearing the BOB sleeve, "I've been having dreams about getting fucked by a real cock that was that size."



"Really?" I asked in mock surprise. I was quiet for a moment, pretending to think this was something I hadn't considered before. And then I asked, "Is this something you think you might want to try for real? After all, we've talked about your fantasies of having two men and mine of seeing you with another man, but are you thinking that you might want to make your two-man fantasy for real?"



She blushed a moment, looking down at her drink, and then looked back up to meet my eyes. "You know I love you and you're the only man I'll ever love, but Big Red stretches me open and fills me up just so well&hellip; and, well, I can't help but think about how good it would feel to have a real cock that size sliding into me, stretching me open, filling me up&hellip; and then MOVING because it's attached to a person, not being moved by your hand."



"I see," I said, being quiet and pretending as if it hadn't crossed my mind. I had to word things carefully to see where she wanted to go. "So, are you thinking that maybe this weekend you might want to find a guy to see if it'll feel as good as you think it will?" Now it was out there. Did she want another cock? Another man? Or was this just all talk?



"I don't know," she said in a rush. "There are so many questions about making the fantasy reality. Will it affect our marriage? Will you be jealous? Or upset? Or excited? Will it feel as good as I think? Or will it be disappointing and leave me feeling bad for having taken such a chance with our marriage that wasn't worth it?" She looked back down at her cup, turning it around with her fingers and waiting for me to say something. Taking her questions in order, I did the best I could to alleviate her fears and let her know how much I loved her.



"First," I said, "I don't believe it will affect our marriage. I love you and you love me. No matter if you fucked another man or not, I know what value I have in your life and you know the value you have in mine. If we both go into this with our eyes wide open and being completely honest with each other, then I don't see how it can have a negative impact on our relationship." I took a breath.



"Second, after telling you repeatedly that I'd love to see you take another man, I don't see how I could be jealous or upset. If I DID feel that way, then from my point of view I just have to suck it up. I shouldn't be telling you that it would excite me to see you take another man's cock if I'm not ready to stand by that statement." I breathed.



"Third, the idea still excites me a lot. Whether it's a guy you're taking because he's got your fantasy big dick attached or just another guy you're taking because new and different is more exciting than the same old same old, I'll be excited. At this point, given what we've experimented with, and knowing how much you love it when your pussy is stretched open and fucked deep, I'd think it would only make sense to pursue finding a guy with the kind of cock you want to feel fucking you."



"Finally, as to whether or not it will feel as good as you think it will&hellip; Well, the only way to find out is to find out." My eyes met hers and we both held it. "I love you. I love pleasing you. I know how much you enjoy it &#x2013; now that you've finally admitted it &#x2013; when your pussy is stretched and filled more than I can do with what God gave me. I don't mind giving you 'the extra' and I love playing in your pussy with Big Red. I just like seeing you sexually pleased. I love seeing you excited and pleasured the way you get when I push Big Red as far into you as I can get it." I paused to breath and finished carefully. "If you want to see about finding a new big dick for you this weekend while we're away, I'm open to that idea."



Now the cards were on the table and it was her play. Would she admit that she really wanted to find a new big dick to fuck her? Or would she repress her desires and back up into the safety of me, the extra and Big Red? With a big sigh she said, "I'll have to think about it more. I'll be honest&hellip; the idea of a big cock&hellip; as big as Big Red or even bigger&hellip; excites me all to hell. My pussy is soaking wet just thinking about it. But the fear of making a fantasy into a disappointing reality that might endanger the security of our marriage is something I have to carefully consider."



"I understand that," I reassured her. "And I'm comfortable with whatever decision you make. Let's talk about it again later in the week." She nodded her agreement and we got up to clean up the dinner dishes.



That night before she went to work she let me fuck her pussy with Big Red and then with the extra&hellip; before I used her pussy again for my own pleasure.



On Tuesday night it was a repeat performance except that for the first time ever in our relationship she asked me to feed her my hard cock while I fucked her pussy with Big Red. I knew what she was thinking and feeling&hellip; and if she was going to make her two-man fantasy come true, she wanted a big dick fucking her while she sucked mine and then we could swap ends.



On Wednesday night she asked me to fuck her with Big Red, and then set a couple of pillows up so she could straddle them while riding Big Red and sucking my cock as I stood in front of her. I ended up cumming all over her lips, chin and chest before she was finished riding Big Red to her satisfaction.



On Thursday night, the night before we'd leave for our weekend away, we were lying in bed naked, not really planning on any play time. We were both naked and snuggling when she said, "I've made my decision if you're ready to hear it."



I held my breath as I nodded my head and said, "Yeah? What have you decided?"



She took another deep breath and said, "I've decided that if you're sure you're okay with it, I'd like to maybe do some bar hopping this weekend&hellip; and if a likely candidate presents himself then we can think about taking him back to our room to fulfill our fantasies."



She'd been very careful in her wording. First she put the onus of the decision on me with, "&hellip;if you're sure you're okay with it." I had to respond to that.



"I'm sure I'm okay with it," I said. "In fact, I think you can feel how okay with it I am," I added as my cock throbbed to life against her hip.



And she hadn't made any commitments. She'd left it open with the words of, "&hellip;we can think about taking him back to our room to fulfill our fantasies." So I had to address that as well.



"But I don't think we should be waffling if this is really what we both want. I'm not saying that we HAVE to find some guy with an acceptably sized dick to fuck you, but if we DO find one that YOU find attractive and DOES have the right size equipment&hellip; I don't think we should 'think about it'. I think we should commit here and now&hellip;. If we find a guy you find attractive and enjoy being around and have reason to believe that he's properly equipped to suit your fantasy then you HAVE to tell me and we HAVE to at least try to get him to help us out. Does that sound okay to you?"



She only thought for about a half a second before nodding her head and saying, "Okay." I fell asleep with my erect cock throbbing with every beat of my heart, smearing precum on her hip as it flowed out of my length.



Friday morning we got our youngest to Jen's parents' house, and made sure that our oldest knew the rules while we were gone. And then we got on the road. As we drove I said, "So, I think we should plan on a couple of nights of bar-hopping." She nodded. "If we really want to find a guy that is suitable for our fantasies, then I think that some drinking and dancing might be a good idea. Dancing with men will let you get an idea of how they're equipped and how they move. Spending some time over drinks will let you get to know them enough to decide whether or not you should grace them with your body."



She nodded again and said, "I'm so nervous&hellip; but it's an excited kind of nervous." She looked over at me. "It's kind of like before the first time we had sex. I was scared of what you'd think of my body. I was worried about whether or not I'd be as good as your other lovers. I was worried about how big your cock was and whether or not you'd know how to use it. I was scared that we'd be incompatible but I just couldn't wait to feel you sliding into me." I nodded to indicate my understanding of what she was saying. She continued. "I'm scared about this weekend because I'm worried about what a guy might think of my body. After all, I've had two kids." She breathed and continued. "I'm worried about whether or not a guy with a dick that big will be any good in bed." Another breath. "I'm scared about whether or not it will hurt, and at the same time I can't wait to feel my pussy stretched open farther than ever before and fucked deeper than anyone's ever managed." Another deep breath. "I'm so excited about it that I can feel my heart beating in my clit and my pussy lips are swollen and slick."



I grinned. "I LIKE your pussy lips swollen and slick and I'm sure a dick that big won't hurt. You've taken Big Red all the way and asked me to pound it into you. You've taken my extra-size hard and fast&hellip; literally pounded into you&hellip; and never even twitched about discomfort. Unless you find a guy with a foot-long dick, I'm sure you'll be fine&hellip; and I look forward to it."



"A foot long?" she almost shrieked and then laughed. "I'll be happy with anything that's as big as your extra-size and that thick or thicker. Beyond that is icing on the cake."



"Actually," I said with a devilish grin, "it's hot cum even deeper inside you&hellip; but I know what you mean."



After we got to our hotel and checked in I asked Jen if she wanted to play. She said yes, but not with Big Red or the extra. She wanted to keep her pussy as it was, and not too stretched out just in case we found the right guy that night. She wanted to feel her pussy stretched open by a real cock if we could find the right one.



Stripped down we fell into bed and enjoyed several minutes of 69ing before she turned around to straddle my length. I'd eaten her to her first orgasm so her pussy was nice and wet and she easily sat down on my cock. As she ground her hips back and forth on my length, feeling my cockhead stir against her cervix, she said, "You know what lover?"



"What?" I asked, holding her hips and helping her grind.



"As good as a big dick feels," she said, "I love the way your cock feels when I get to grind on it&hellip; and feel your cockhead stirring into me."



"Well, I'm glad," I said with a smile. "Because I don't ever want you to be disappointed with it.



"Never," she said simply and then she began to bounce. She asked me to pull out when I was close to cumming and she helped stroke my length as I came, milking out every drop onto her closely trimmed pussy and smooth belly. As I looked down at her while she stroked, she looked up and said, "Don't want my pussy too messy if I find a new lover later." I grinned at this wanton woman I'd helped to create.



That evening we had a nice dinner in one of our favorite Oceanside restaurants. And then we started walking the boardwalk, picking nightclubs and deciding what order we'd try them in, window shopping in between.



At the first nightclub we tried the crowd was too young. Jen was clear about the fact that she didn't want "some young stud" as she put it, treating her like some cum slut. She wanted to find a guy close to our age who could understand that she was looking for a nice energetic thorough fuck without any negative slurs being exchanged.



The second nightclub we tried proved to have a crowd that was too old. We hadn't expected it, but since there was a local band playing, and that local band was popular with the 50  crowd, most of the people in there were the age of her parents.



Our third nightclub looked promising.

