I am a successful businesswoman, and a few months ago I had to take trip to the Miami to meet with several potential customers.

I had debarked from my plane and had just picked up my bag from the luggage carousel when I heard somebody call my name. I turned around and saw a man smiling at me. I recognized him as Ezekial, who for several years had been the manager of the country club my husband Gerald and I belonged to. However, he had moved to another state about a year before, and we hadn’t seen each other since.

Ezekial had been single when I knew him, and had quite a reputation for being a well-hung lady’s man, who bragged openly to other men in the locker room about his conquests. He steered clear of single girls, preferring married women, who weren’t so apt to want to become emotionally involved. A number of marriages ended in divorce because of his seductive ways, and his motor mouth.

Even so, I had been intrigued by the reports I’d heard about the size of his cock, which was reputed to be a good 11 inches in length, and thick as a beer bottle. One woman I knew who had first-hand knowledge told me she had come very close to giving it up to Ezekial, but had chickened out once she saw the size of his cock. She said the head alone was big as an apple, which had made my pussy wet just hearing about it.

Now I love my husband’s quite adequate cock, but I still have this insane desire to get my cunt stuffed by a really huge one every so often. But though I’d had numerous chances to get it on with Ezekial at the club, I never gave in to his advances, as I didn’t want to take the chance of embarrassing my husband, or damaging my personal reputation. Gerald had also made it quite clear he didn’t want to overhear Ezekial saying anything about me in the locker room.

Now we greeted each other like old friends. It turned out that Ezekial was now married and living in Hawaii, but had had to come to Miami to settle the estate of his father, who had recently died. It also turned out that, coincidentally, we were booked into the same downtown hotel, which made it only natural for us to share a cab into the city.

I admit I was a little apprehensive about being in the same hotel with Ezekial for the next several days. His legendary charm seemed to be intact, as was, I presumed, his legendary cock. How long would I be able to resist him if he came on to me as he had in the past? On the other hand, I thought, he was now married and settled down, so maybe I had nothing to worry about.

I was not surprised, however, when, after we had checked in and were about to be shown to our respective rooms, Ezekial asked if he could buy me dinner that evening. This too seemed like a natural development, and I found myself accepting his invitation.

In my room I unpacked my things, then took a quick shower to freshen up. I put on slacks and a simple button-up blouse for my dinner with Ezekial. He told me I looked lovely when we met in the lobby, and we had a very nice dinner. Ezekial was his charming self, but the evening was mostly uneventful, although at one point he did look deeply into my eyes as he said, “You know, Chrissie, I don’t know why you and I didn’t get together years ago.” I just smiled and told him it was simply because I was faithful to my husband, and with that the subject was dropped. As we parted he asked me if we could dine together again the next evening, and I told him I would let him know.

After returning to my room, I called home to check in with my husband. When I told him about meeting Ezekial and having dinner with him, he sounded very interested, and asked if Ezekial had hit on me. I said not really, that for the most part he had been a perfect gentleman.

There was a pause, as though Gerald was thinking about something. Then he said slowly, “You know, honey, this is the perfect situation for you. It couldn’t be better if you had planned it this way.”

I asked what he was talking about, although I suspected I knew.

“Well, think about it,” he continued. “You and Ezekial just met by chance, in a distant city, right? So nobody knows you’re together. He’s married now, you tell me, so he’s probably not going to go spreading the word around about whatever happens. I know you have this thing about making it with a guy with a really large dick, and I know you’ve had thoughts about Ezekial in the past. I think you also know that anything you want to do is all right with me. In fact, you’ve got to admit that these situations never fail to turn us both on afterward. So all I’m saying is, if you want to let Ezekial charm you out of your pants while you’re there, you’ve got a green light as far as I’m concerned. But of course it’s all up to you.

”I could hardly sleep that night, thinking about what Gerald had said. The thought of having sex with Ezekial and his supposedly 11-inch dick kept me moist all night long, and at one point I even had to masturbate as I thought about it. God help me, but I did want to fuck him. I finally decided to let things proceed naturally and see what happened. The next morning I called Ezekial’s room and told him I would indeed be free for dinner that night.

We enjoyed another pleasant evening, and another delicious meal. After eating in the dining room, we moved into the lounge for after-dinner drinks, but found it packed wall to wall. At that point I calmly suggested that we order some drinks sent up to my room, where we could enjoy a peaceful nightcap.

Well, the look on Ezekial’s face was truly a Kodak moment. He smiled at me in a way that told me he knew exactly what my invitation meant. I then excused myself to go to the ladies’ room, and from there I called Gerald on my cell phone, telling him that he shouldn’t call my room that night, as I was expecting an overnight visitor.

“Ezekial?” he asked me. “Oh my God, good luck, sweetie! Now I’ll have a hard-on all night. Please call me in the morning and tell me about it. Good night, honey, and remember I love you.” I told him I loved him too, and we hung up.

The drinks arrived shortly after Ezekial and I got to my room. We sat on a small sofa, sipping our drinks and talking quietly about nothing in particular, until I told him, “You know, Ezekial, I would have fallen under your spell years ago if I hadn’t heard about the way you used to tell stories in the locker room. I didn’t want to put either Gerald or myself in that position, though I’ll admit that I came close a few times.”

He looked chagrined. “Yes, I guess I did behave badly in those days,” he said slowly. “But I’ve changed a lot since then, Chrissie, and I promise you I will never say a word about anything that happens between us now.”

“Especially to your wife,” I said, and we both laughed.

Our glasses were nearly empty now, and Ezekial took mine from my hand and set it down along with his on a nearby table. A moment later our lips were locked in a deeply passionate kiss that took my breath away. The next thing I knew we were moving over to the bed, where Ezekial swiftly stripped me of my clothing, and then got naked himself. I didn’t really get a chance to observe his cock before he was crouching between my legs, and I realized with some surprise that he had started to eat my pussy.

Without going into specific numbers, let’s just say that I’ve had more men than I should have go down on me in my lifetime, but none of them, including my husband, had exhibited the skill and assurance with which Ezekial approached this task. He brought me to climax more quickly than I could have believed possible, and he then took me on a roller coaster ride of highs and lows that showed no sign of slowing down. Moreover, he did it without causing my clit to become too sensitive to touch, which usually happens after extended stimulation. After a while I heard a voice crying out, “Fuck me, please fuck me!” over and over, and then realized it was me, begging this man to take me. I felt like a Saturday night hooker, and I loved the feeling.

Finally Ezekial started working his way up my body, kissing and sucking my nipples on the way. Still moaning and begging, I raised my legs and spread them wide, holding my knees up just below my shoulders to give him full access to what he’d wanted for so long. I felt something hot and blunt probing at the opening between my legs, and was thankful for the copious flow of juices dripping from my steaming pussy, providing more than adequate lubrication. I gasped with the sudden pressure as he bore down on me. The head of his cock felt huge as it inched its way into my body. Then suddenly it had overcome the initial resistance, and the shaft sank in much more easily as he worked himself slowly in and out, going deeper and deeper with each stroke.

I was soon aware that he was going deeper inside me than any man had been before, and I began to wonder if I could if I could handle all 11 inches. However, as I ascertained later, the fact was that the 11-inch story was a bit of an exaggeration; his cock was actually about nine and a half inches, fully erect. That, however, was plenty long enough, still longer than any others I had known, and the girth of his awesome cockhead made it feel even better, rubbing the walls of my vagina in ways I had never experienced, sending hot flashes of pleasure throughout my loins.

When he was all the way inside me, so that I could feel his balls pressing against my anus, he buried his face in my neck and began to thrust in and out with long full strokes, withdrawing until the ridge below his swollen glans reached the mouth of my vagina, then plunging to the deepest depths of my being, hitting the back wall of my pussy firmly time after time, each stroke driving me closer to the pinnacle of passion.

After about five minutes of this I could feel his cock swelling even larger inside me. My own climax was swiftly approaching, and I knew we were destined to explode simultaneously. Which we did.

Afterwards we took a shower together, soaping each other off, and by the time we dried off and got back to bed he was hard again, and I was ready for him. Once more he had his face buried in my crotch a split second after laying me on the bed, and I was going crazy by the time he moved up to mount me. Once again I felt considerable pressure until the head popped in, and then it was off to the races. I can’t describe the fucking he gave me, which this time seemed to go on forever. I was teetering on the edge of my third or fourth orgasm when the first gushes of his warm come hit the back wall of my cunt, triggering a gut-wrenching release that ripped through my body and left both of us temporarily wiped out and clinging together as we recovered our breath.

I could fill many more pages with details of the passionate sex Ezekial and I had for the next few nights. Each morning I reported these details to my husband, and I could hear him jerking off over the phone. He said he couldn’t wait until I could regale him with those stories in person, and I told him I couldn’t either. But in the meantime I was doing just fine with Ezekial.

When it was time for us both to go home, Ezekial asked if we could get together again sometime, but we both knew it was not very likely. We said good-bye amicably after nearly fucking ourselves blind on our last night.

Gerald and I did have a fabulous time together as he debriefed me about my liaison with Ezekial. He and I both knew, however, that it wouldn’t be long before another man made my panties wet, and I’d be hinting to my husband that I’d like to jump his bones. That’s just the way I am, and thankfully Gerald understands and approves, so as far as I am concerned we have the greatest marriage on earth.