I have been married to Darla for six years now, and I am proud to say that at 26, she looks even hotter than when we started dating.

Her five-foot-two, 112-pound body and her 36C breasts are eye-catchers wherever we go.

We have been avid readers of your magazine for the past three years, and often use it as part of our sexual foreplay. I usually read a few of the letters aloud to Darla while softly caressing her sensitive breasts, and she will reciprocate by leisurely stroking my seven-inch cock. Then, when we can’t wait any longer, we will make love.

After a while I began to notice that Darla seemed to get really fired up when I would read her letters involving a woman being seduced by an extremely well-hung man. A few months ago I asked her about this, inquiring whether she ever wished to be made love to by a guy with a really huge cock. At first she just laughed and said my cock was plenty big for her, but when I persisted, she admitted that every woman probably had a secret desire to be fucked by a huge horse cock. When I asked her if that included her, she hesitated, then nodded slowly. “But I would never cheat on you,” she quickly assured me. “Because I love you. And besides, your cock satisfies me just fine.”

But Darla was not the only one who fantasized about this. The thought of my wife taking a hugely hung lover always made my dick hard, and each time we talked about it we ended up fucking like sex-starved jackrabbits.

For a while after that, all I could think about was Darla spreading her legs for a some fabulously endowed stud, and I would usually get so achingly hard that if my wife was not handy I would have to beat off to get some relief. It got to be such an obsession with me that when I went for my twice-weekly sessions at the gym, I found myself loitering in the shower room so I could check out the other guys.

One day, as I was lifting weights at the gym, I saw a handsome guy about my age working out on one of the bench presses, and as he did his lifts I saw that he had a very prominent bulge in his workout sweats. Since he was alone, I offered to spot for him, and he accepted. We started to talk, and I found that his name was Paul, he was single, and he had just transferred to our city to start a new job. We worked out together for an hour or so, and then hit the showers.

When Paul walked into the shower area, I was stunned by what I saw hanging down between his legs. Although not even hard, his cock appeared to be at least eight inches long, and a hell of a lot thicker than mine. My mind raced as I pictured that massive tool plowing into my wife’s tiny pussy.

After we finished showering, I told Paul that since he was new in town, my wife and I would be happy to show him around. I even showed him a picture of Darla, after which he seemed happy to accept my offer, saying that he hadn’t really had a chance to make friends yet. We then agreed to get together that Saturday night, and all the way home my cock was hard as steel as I imagined Paul fucking my wife with that big dick.

When I got home, some of my sexual urgency must have communicated itself to Darla, because after one long passionate kiss she suggested we retire to the bedroom. After we stripped down, I got out the latest issue of your magazine and paged through it, looking for a letter about a married woman making love to a well-hung guy.

As Darla cuddled next to me on the bed I began to read her the letter, while gently stroking her left breast and pulling on her nipple. She became aroused very quickly, and started stroking my cock. When I got to the part where the woman saw the size of the guy’s dick, I stopped reading and suggested that she retrieve one of her dildos from the nightstand, so she could masturbate with it while I continued. Darla knows I love to watch her masturbate, so she quickly complied.

She closed her eyes as she guided the dildo between her legs, and I heard her gasp softly as she slowly started humping up and down on the large penis-shaped toy. I resumed reading the letter, and as I got to the part where the man’s cock was stretching out the woman’s pussy, Darla had a tremendous orgasm that caused her body to thrash about for well over a minute. Once she calmed down I continued reading the letter, and she quickly brought herself to a second orgasm that was just as intense.

After that she rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. I dropped the magazine, removed the dildo from her pussy and replaced it with my rigid cock, bringing a loud moan from her. My wife’s pussy was wetter than I could ever remember. “Oh, God, do it to me!” she gasped out, then wrapped her legs around my body and held on as I began pounding away like a jackhammer. I felt her vaginal muscles spasming repeatedly, and she had two more very explosive orgasms before I shot several blasts of jism deep inside her womb.

We rested for a few minutes, with Darla stroking my cock. When I was hard again, she rolled on top of me and again took my cock into her hot pussy. As she started to ride me, I panted out that I had met a guy at the gym who was hung like a horse. As I described Paul’s cock to her, I heard her gasp loudly, and she increased the speed of her thrusts. Her breathing became rapid, and I sensed that she was about to climax again. I then told her that she would meet him that Saturday, because I had volunteered to show him the some of the city’s nightlife. When I said that, Darla thrust her pelvis hard against me and held it there as she started to come. Her body shook hard, and I felt her vaginal walls milking my cock until I unloaded deep inside her. Then she gave me a long, passionate kiss that just about ripped my tongue out of my mouth.

As we rested, cuddling together on the bed, I suggested to Darla that on Saturday night she wear my favorite dress, a short black number that hugged all of her wonderful curves, while showing a fair amount of breast and a lot of lovely leg. She gazed into my eyes, obviously wondering what I was thinking, but all I said was, “I’m sure you’ll have a great time.”

Later that night I was awakened by the rhythmic movement of our bed, and in the moonlight coming in through the window I could see that Darla was masturbating again with the dildo. I lay there pretending to be asleep, and moments later I heard her whisper breathlessly, “Oh yes, fuck me with your big cock!” Shortly after that she buried her face in her pillow in an only partially successful attempt to muffle the sounds of her orgasm. I knew then that she was thinking about having Paul’s cock inside her.

That Saturday, Darla did put on the black dress I had mentioned, under which she wore a black push-up bra and a new black thong, I told her that she looked very sexy, and that I was sure Paul would appreciate it. She blushed when I told her that, but said nothing.

We drove over to pick Paul up at his apartment, and when he saw Darla he complimented her on how beautiful she looked. I watched the way she gazed at this big blond stud, and it was obvious that she liked what she saw.

When we got to the club we were able to get a booth that was somewhat off to the side, and Darla sat between Paul and me. As she slid across the seat, her skirt rose high on her thighs, but she made no attempt to pull it back down. We ordered drinks and made lively small talk as we settled in.

After about 20 minutes, Paul turned to me and asked if he could dance with my wife. Without waiting for me to reply, Darla grabbed his hand and said, “Sure. Let’s go.”

They went out on the dance floor and were soon dancing up a storm. I watched my wife smiling happily as her body gyrated to the beat of the music. They danced to several songs, and when a slow one was played, Darla moved close to Paul and molded herself into his muscular chest. Their bodies became one as they pressed against each other, swaying slowly from side to side.

When they returned to our table, I saw that Darla’s face was flushed and that her nipples were pushing out boldly against the fabric of her dress. I also noticed that Paul had a large tent in the front of his pants. Before sitting down, he excused himself to go to the men’s room. Alone with my wife, I smiled at her and asked if she was enjoying herself. She replied that she was having a great time. I told her I was glad, and that I thought it was nice that she obviously liked Paul. She blushed a little at that. I then looked her straight in the eye and told her that I loved her, and that as far as I was concerned she could do anything she wanted. At first she acted as though she didn’t know what I meant, but I could see that she did, and I could sense the struggle going on inside her.

“Oh God, honey,” she breathed finally. “When we were dancing just now, I could feel his erection against my tummy. It was almost up to my breasts, and it felt really huge! I got really turned on by it.”

“I could tell,” I said. “So would you like to see just how big it can get?”

Darla stared into my eyes for a long moment, then slowly nodded her head.

I smiled. “Good,” I told her. “I was hoping you’d say that. I know you fantasize about big cocks, and that’s why I made this date with Paul. I want to watch him make love to you tonight.”

She still looked at me, her eyes getting wider. “But are you sure you’re all right with that?” she asked me.

For answer I took her hand and placed it on my thigh under the table, then slid it up so she could feel how hard my cock was. “Oh my God!” she gasped. Then she leaned in to me and gave me a soul-searching kiss that could have melted an iceberg.

A moment later Paul returned, and Darla asked him to dance with her again. This time, when a slow song came up, Darla wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her entire body tightly against his as they undulated sensuously to the music. Paul looked a bit nervous at first, but Darla whispered something in his ear, and he seemed to relax, though he glanced in my direction a couple of times. I watched as my wife ground her body against his obvious erection, and when the song ended she pulled his head down to hers and gave him a long kiss.

As they walked back toward me, I saw that Darla’s breasts were heaving rapidly with her accelerated breathing, the shapes of her nipples even more prominent than before. Paul was once again sporting a very large tent in his pants, which he was unable to conceal. When they got to the table, all Darla said was, “Let’s go back to Paul’s apartment, honey.” There was no doubt about it now; my wife had decided to take Paul to bed.

Outside the club, as we got to our car, Darla said, “I want to sit in back with Paul.” It wasn’t a request either. The two of them got in the back as I slid behind the wheel. As we started the 20-minute drive to Paul’s apartment, I could hear kissing sounds, along with a series of low moans from both of them.

I adjusted the rear-view mirror so that I could see them as I drove. Paul was reclining on the back seat, with his head propped against the right rear door, while Darla was lying on top of him with her dress up to her waist and her ass exposed. They were kissing passionately as Paul’s hands kneaded my wife’s ass. I had a hard time watching the road on account of the intense action that was taking place back there.

A couple of minutes later Darla’s thong came flying into the front seat, and when I picked it up the tiny crotch was soaking wet. I brought it to my nose and could smell her heavenly scent. When I looked in the mirror again, I saw that she was now straddling Paul’s crotch, vigorously dry-humping him as they kissed. Moments later, I heard her give an unmistakable cry of climax. It was a sound I knew well, and it almost made me come right there.

As her orgasmic moans diminished, I heard my wife say breathlessly, “I want you to fuck me now!” Paul’s voice was unsteady as he replied that he wanted that too, but he thought they should wait until we got to his place, so they could be more comfortable. I heard Darla give a long groan of disappointment, but when I looked in the mirror again I saw her slide down his body and start tugging at his zipper, saying that she couldn’t wait to see his cock.

The next thing I heard was a sharp hiss as she drew in her breath “Oh my God!” she gasped loudly. “It’s so big and thick! It’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen in my life!” I heard slurping sounds then, and after that I kept glancing at the mirror as often as I could, catching glimpses of Darla licking and sucking on that hard dick. Once again the sights and sounds had my own cock close to bursting.

As soon as we got inside Paul’s apartment, the two of them kissed again as he ran his hands up and down her thighs and over her ass, until her dress was once again up at her waist. Darla jumped up and wrapped herself around him, her arms circling his neck, her legs around his waist as she began to hump him through their clothes. I appeared to be completely forgotten, and as Paul carried my wife to his bedroom I followed quietly behind them, like an afterthought.

In the bedroom, Paul carried Darla over by the nightstand and turned on a table lamp. Darla then unlocked her arms and legs and quickly dropped to her knees, fumbling frantically with his belt and zipper. When they were open she pulled his pants down, but could not get them over his shoes. She tugged the shoes off without even untying them and got rid of the pants. His boxer shorts stuck out in front as if they contained a battering ram, and when she pulled them down, his monster cock nearly hit her in the face. When she drew back and looked at it her eyes went round as saucers. “Oh my God!” she gasped out, just as she had in the car. “That thing is so beautiful!”

I was now seeing Paul’s fully erect dick clearly for the first time, and it was truly a classic specimen. Stiff and throbbing, it looked to be about 11 inches long and well over two inches in diameter, with a large crown and numerous veins running the length of it. I had serious doubts as to whether my wife could actually take such a big cock, but I was hoping she would try.

Darla now took his shaft in both her hands and started caressing it as if it were a kitten. Then she nuzzled it against her left cheek while bringing one hand down to fondle his billiard-ball-sized testicles. “Oh God, I love this!” she murmured. Then she opened her mouth as wide as possible and took his large cockhead between her lips. I watched as she started sucking on it tenderly, while still caressing his balls. She moaned several times as she did this, then removed him from her mouth and began licking the underside of his shaft, her tongue sometimes straying to his balls as well.

I was now sitting in a chair by one wall, still ignored or forgotten by the two of them, and content to remain so. My wife’s full attention was on Paul’s cock and nothing else. Paul bent over and unzipped her dress, which slipped down and puddled at her feet, then unhooked her bra, which fell on top of it. As she continued to lick and suck him, he also removed his shirt, leaving him naked but for his socks. At that point he pulled Darla to her feet, and they kissed once again, with a lot of tongue action.

Paul then picked up my wife and placed her on his large double bed before crawling in next to her. They resumed their kissing as they rolled about on the bed, exploring each other’s body. Paul told Darla he wanted to taste her pussy, but she shook her head vigorously, saying, “No! I can’t wait. I want to feel your cock inside me right now. Please put it in me. Please! I want it so bad!” With that she rolled onto her back and grasped her knees, pulling her legs apart and up to her chest. I could see her wet pussy and her puffy labia as she went on begging him to take her.

Paul moved between her legs and ran his cockhead over her slit a couple of times, getting the entire head wet with her juices. Then he gave a gentle push, but his cock wouldn’t go in. I heard my wife whimper and tell him to try again. He did, but it was still no use. “Again!” she pleaded, and on the third try her vagina finally surrendered to his giant cockhead. As he pushed it further inside her, Darla let out a deep growl, “Oh fuck, yes!” she cried then. “I love it!”

Paul waited a minute for her to adjust to his size, then pushed a couple more inches into her, which brought another cry of pleasure. At that point I stood up and quietly moved my chair so that I could get a better view of that cock as it delved into my wife’s pussy. I saw that Darla’s labia were wrapped very tightly around his thick pole, which looked even larger in comparison with her petite body. I still had my doubts as to Darla’s ability to take that whole thing into her, but I wanted to see how far she could go.

It took Paul a good five minutes just to get halfway inside my wife, and each time he pushed deeper, Darla would squeal with delight and tell him how full her pussy felt. I was soon sure that his cock had now gone further than mine ever had, and shortly after that my wife began to cry out in orgasm. Her shrieks were long, loud and very intense as she pulled Paul tightly against her and shook violently for a long time. This was her second climax of the night, but knew damn well that it would not be her last.

Once she calmed down, Paul continued pushing into Darla, and she had another orgasm moments later. When she came down from that one, she gasped out that her pussy felt as though he was ripping it apart, but she wanted more. Paul kissed her, and then slowly shoved the rest of his cock inside her all the way to the hilt. As his balls came to rest on her ass, she cried out again and wailed, “God, your cock feels like it’s past my stomach. I love it!” I couldn’t believe my little five-foot-two-inch wife was taking a thick 11-inch cock all the way inside her.

Paul rested for a moment as Darla let go of her knees and locked her legs around his thighs. “Oh yes, fuck me now!” she moaned out. Paul then started slowly moving in and out of my wife, teasingly varying the depth of his strokes, a few short, shallow pumps being followed by a couple of full-length thrusts, and so on, while he also varied the angle of his approach. Soon Darla was going crazy. Her head began thrashing from side to side, and she repeatedly called out for Paul to keep fucking her, and to fuck her deep.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of their wet bodies slapping together, along with gasps and moans and cries of delight. Still neither of them acknowledged my presence; it was just the two of them, frantically mating for the first time.

Paul fucked my wife for a good 10 minutes, while bringing her to almost as many orgasms. Darla obviously loved every minute of it, incessantly chanting, “Oh God! Oh God!” between climaxes. I was pretty sure that this would not be the last time she fucked Paul, because he was arousing her in a way that I never could. Each time she came she screamed so loudly that I could only hope the neighbors would not call the police. As for me, I was so turned on from watching my wife fucking this man so passionately that I masturbated until I sprayed my load all over my stomach and hand.

Eventually, when Paul announced that he was on the verge of coming, Darla wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and used that leverage to hump herself upward more strongly as she matched his thrusts stroke for stroke. Finally Paul growled, then shoved his dick all the way inside her and held still. I saw his balls contract a couple of times as he squirted his sperm inside her. That sent her off into yet another orgasm, this one the longest and loudest yet. Then he collapsed on top of her and they kissed several times.

Even after he came, Paul’s long cock stayed inside Darla’s pussy as she started telling him how wonderful he felt inside her, and how she wanted to have that feeling time and time again. Paul told her that her pussy was the tightest he had ever had, and that he was amazed that she could take all of him, since she was so little. He also said that he had felt her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock every time she came, and it had felt as though she was trying to crack a walnut.

This talk seemed to turn them both on again, and after a few minutes Paul rolled them over so that he was on his back with Darla on top of him, their loins still locked together. They kissed several more times as she squirmed her pussy around on his shaft. Then she lowered her breasts to his mouth, and Paul sucked eagerly on each of her nipples in turn.

Darla now began to ride his joy stick, rocking forward and back with slow strokes. At first she moved teasingly, sliding off his cock until just the tip was inside her, then sinking all the way back down. She did that for a couple of minutes, but then switched to deep rapid strokes as the fire inside her became a burning inferno. And in no time at all my wife was having rapid-fire orgasms that left her babbling incoherently. I could make out a few words — “Oh fuck!” and “Oh God, you’re deep!” — but most of them were too garbled to understand. This went on for a good while, and when Paul finally came, Darla ground her ass tightly against his thighs, shouting, “Oh Christ, I feel you squirting!” and came once more. Then she fell forward, with Paul nursing on her tits again. At that point I sprayed a second load of come all over my stomach.

Again they rested for a while, with Darla on top, but this time Paul’s now flaccid cock finally slipped out of her. Darla then moved down and started licking his slippery shaft as if she were a cat cleaning itself. This brought several groans from Paul, and within a few minutes his cock regained its stiffness.

Darla then turned around and told Paul she wanted him to do her doggie-style. She moved to the center of the bed and got on all fours, wiggling her ass at him while pleading with him to fuck her. I could see her dilated pussy dripping with their combined fluids, which ran down her inner thighs to puddle on the bed.

Paul moved up behind her and buried his cock inside her with one strong thrust that caused her to yelp. Then he grabbed her waist and started power-fucking her. Darla immediately began moaning as she dropped onto her elbows, and was soon pounding the bed with her fists. She cried out that his cock was massaging her clit with each stroke, and that it was driving her crazy. Once again she began to have intense orgasms in rapid succession, at times burying her face in a pillow in an attempt to muffle her screams.

Paul kept at it for a good 20 minutes, until Darla was climaxing almost continuously. When he came he again pushed his cock all the way inside her and held it there for a long time as her body spasmed explosively with one last orgasm. Then they fell onto the mattress, both of them covered with perspiration and gasping for air.

They rested for several minutes, and then Darla sat up and smiled at me. It was her first acknowledgment of my presence since we had entered Paul’s apartment. She got up and came over to where I was sitting, gave me a long kiss and said, “Thank you for giving me this, darling.” She kissed me again. Then she said, “Honey, if I gave you a blowjob right now, would it be okay with you if I spent the rest of the night with Paul? I’d like to spend some time with him alone, but I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

I felt an initial surge of sadness and jealousy at this request, but I could understand how my wife might want to be alone with her new lover, at least part of the time, to explore this new and exciting experience without a third party present; and having put her in this situation, I felt I couldn’t refuse her. When I nodded, she gave me a big smile and a tongue-twisting kiss. She then got down on her knees and took my slippery cock in her hand. She smiled again and murmured, “I guess you liked what I was doing, judging by all the semen on you.”

I smiled back, nodding, and with that my wife lowered her mouth onto my cock and proceeded to give me a most exquisite blowjob, taking nearly all of my dick down her throat in the process. I lasted only a couple of minutes before pouring my load down her gullet. When I was done she licked my shaft clean, then licked all the come off of my stomach as well. Then she gave me another kiss, saying, “Thank you honey. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Since that night, Darla has been going over to Paul’s once a week, to spend the night with him. Sometimes I accompany her, but when I don’t, she has agreed to tell me everything that happens. This arrangement is so arousing for both of us that we now have sex every night. I’m sure Darla fantasizes about Paul’s cock while we make love, but I don’t care, because I know that while I can’t match Paul in the area of sexual endowment, he only gets Darla once a week while I have her the other six nights — and days. Given how happy she is, and how hot she is in bed, I am more than willing to make that bargain.