Several years ago my husband Len and I became friendly with a couple named Ellen and Sal, shortly after they moved in down the street.

We enjoyed doing things together, and often dined at each other’s homes. On warm summer nights we often sat out on our deck, drinking wine and talking. On these occasions we kept the lights off, to keep the insects from annoying us.

Sal and Len regularly played golf and racquetball together at the club, and I was quite interested when, one night in bed, Len started telling me about what Sal’s dick looked like when they showered together.

“You should see that thing, honey,” he told me. “It looks like it belongs on a farm animal instead of a man. Honest to God, the thing hangs down halfway to his knees, and it’s bigger around when it’s soft than mine is fully erect!”

I said that sounded really interesting, and Len, with pretended indignation, gave me a poke in the ribs, saying, “Hey, don’t even think about it, babe.”

Now I am lucky enough to have a husband who generally gets turned on when I tell him about doing sexual things with other men, but on several occasions he has told me to stay away from certain guys he’d seen around the locker room, and I suspected it was because they had particularly large dicks. I think he felt threatened by this, and feared I might leave him for one of them, which I would never do. But I have to admit that a really huge cock occasionally just does hit the spot.

One summer evening we were sitting outside with Sal and Ellen, when Ellen started complaining that her back was aching. I then suggested that we switch seats, so that she could relax in my lounge chair. We did so, and I ended up sitting next to Sal in our two-seater bench swing.

Sal is a large man, though not at all fat, and it was a tight fit. Our thighs tended to brush together, and I couldn’t help imagining how his muscular thighs would feel inside mine as he eased his super-sized cock into my cunt.

We’d been sitting like that for half an hour when Sal casually placed his hand on my knee, just below the hemline of my skirt. I knew Len and Ellen couldn’t see us, as the lights were out and it was pitch black, so I just sat there quietly, giving him my silent consent to begin rubbing my leg. It made me feel deliciously naughty, doing this just a few feet away from our spouses, so I spread my legs to indicate that I was open to further exploration.

Sal moved his hand slowly up my inner thigh, drawing small circles with his fingertips, sending exciting signals to my moistening pussy. I had to cover my mouth to suppress a moan when I felt his fingers touch the wet crotch of my white cotton panties. As the conversation went on, he gently teased my steaming pussy through my panties, and I boldly reached over to trace the outline of his large swollen cock through the leg of his slacks. My husband hadn’t been kidding me about the size of that cock, but it had nowhere to go, and I was sure it was uncomfortable for him. I started to pull down his zipper, but he abruptly brushed my hand away and announced that it was time he and Ellen went home.

Fortunately, Len is used to me getting into bed wet and ready for sex, so he didn’t question my aroused state that night; he simply climbed on and took advantage of my passion as I thought about Sal’s large fingers stroking my crotch.

In the following weeks Ellen’s back continued to bother her, so this sitting arrangement became normal whenever we sat out on the deck at night. Sal continued to feel me up, while I rubbed and groped his cock through his pants. I never managed to make him come, however, although I can’t say the same about me.

One night I had a little surprise for him when he slipped his hand up my leg. I heard him give a little gasp when he reached my crotch, finding only soft curls and wet folds, as I had slipped my panties off before we came outside. His fingers really went to work then, and he ended up giving me three orgasms that night — very quiet and stifled orgasms, but orgasms nonetheless. And still Ellen and Len suspected nothing.

Naturally I had thoughts about going further with Sal, and often fantasized about having that huge dick inside me; but I didn’t want to take the chance of hurting Len, who had specifically asked me to stay away from Sal; nor did I want to cause any trouble between Sal and Ellen. In any case, I figured it was up to Sal to make any further moves, if he wanted to.

Sal had obviously been thinking along the same lines, because he now began to call me at work, asking me to meet him for lunch. I put him off at first, but finally agreed to meet him at a place down the street from my office. I suspected lunch wasn’t all he wanted, and I was correct.

He was there when I arrived, sitting at a booth near the back, where the lighting was poor. He stood up to greet me, then slid in beside me as I sat down. I wasn’t surprised when he slipped his hand up under my dress, but I had anticipated this, and had worn pantyhose to keep him from making direct contact with my charms.

He begged me to remove the hose, but I told him I wasn’t going to let him finger me in public. He then said that he badly wanted to have sex with me, and he suggested I take the afternoon off so we could go to my house and do it while Len was at work. I confessed that I really wanted him too, but that plan was not very practical. I knew that Len was going to be away on an overnight business trip the following week, so I told Sal we could spend Monday evening and Monday night together, as well as part of Tuesday, before Len got back.

I saw Len off early the next Monday morning, after making sure his sexual needs had been well cared for. I then went off to work, but all I could think of all day long was Sal, his large muscular body and especially his huge hard dick. My pussy was drooling nonstop, and it was a good thing I had taken along an extra pair of panties to change into.

When I got home I douched and showered, getting my body squeaky clean for my new lover, who showed up right on time.

I led him into the living room and gave him a drink. I could tell that he was nervous, so I sat down next to him and leaned over to give him a tender kiss. It was our first kiss. He had been feeling me up for months, but our only bodily contact, aside from some friendly hugs when meeting and parting, had been his fingers in my snatch. I had only touched his erection through his pants, and now I couldn’t wait to get my hands inside those pants and get a good feel of it.

When the kiss ended I asked him if he was nervous. He gave me a kind of embarrassed grin and said, “Yes, actually, I am. You know, I haven’t been with another woman since Ellen and I were married, and I’m afraid I might disappoint you. Are you sure you want to do this?”

In response to this I leaned up to kiss him again, deeply and passionately this time, forcing my tongue into his mouth to dance around with his. Still kissing him, I reached down to explore his crotch. There was quite a lump down there, but it was completely flaccid, showing no sign of arousal. But I felt it begin to twitch as I commenced to caress it tenderly. Breaking the kiss, I looked into his eyes, saying breathlessly, “Let’s go up to the bedroom, okay?”

I could feel his hand trembling as I led him upstairs. Inside the bedroom he seemed to get bolder, moving up behind me and nuzzling the back of my neck, then planting little wet kisses along it from my left ear to my right, sending tremors up and down my spine. I moaned my approval and pressed back against his hardening cock as both his hands slipped slowly up to cup my 34C tits. He kneaded my breasts gently through my clothing for several minutes before slowly unbuttoning my blouse. He had felt my pussy many times, but never my tits, so he wasn’t in any hurry to move on.

When he found that my bra hooked in front, he unclasped it to fill his hands with my warm soft breasts, tweaking my pebble-hard nipples while continuing to nuzzle my neck, planting hot wet kisses everywhere.

I felt him shift his hips back as he reached down with one hand to undo his pants, releasing his growing erection from the restrictive confinement of his jeans. His hand returned to my boob as my hand slipped down to discover the object of my desire. I heard myself gasp as I realized that my hand could only encompass about half of his incredible girth.

I squeezed that dick very gently, and felt it throb as it continued to harden, growing even thicker. “Please don’t,” Sal moaned then. “Please, I’m afraid I’ll lose control, and I want to be inside you when that happens. But don’t worry, I’ve brought condoms.”

I had to smile at that. “That was sweet of you,” I said. “But actually I’ve been trying to get pregnant for the last three years, so see if you can help me out.” That was a lie; the truth was that I knew I was unable to have children, so I didn’t have to worry about it. But I find it usually turns a new lover on even more if he thinks he might be making you pregnant.

I reluctantly moved my hand from his cock to my crotch, where I found that my cunt juice had not only soaked my panties, but had also seeped through the crotch of my jeans. “Oh God, Sal,” I told him. “I know that thing is huge, but I want try getting it in my pussy now.” Twisting away from his grip, I quickly shed my opened blouse and bra, then peeled off my jeans and panties, while Sal watched. When I was naked I stretched myself out on the bed without even bothering to remove the bedcovers, as he began stripping off his own clothing.

Sal had his back to me as he bent over to pull his trousers off, but I caught a glimpse of the large ball sac hanging between his legs, which made my nipples start to throb and my juices flow even more strongly as they lubricated my steaming cunt.

Even though I was prepared for the sight of a monster dick, I was momentarily stunned when he turned to approached me with that cock at full erection. The only time I had seen one remotely as large was when I had once spent a couple of nights with a black NBA player. His had been a full 10 inches long and maybe six inches around, and when it was inside me I had thought I was going to explode. Sal’s cock was at least as long as his, and maybe a smidge longer, and his girth was unbelievable.

As he stood looking down at me, with my legs open in invitation, I said, “My God, that’s even bigger than I thought! It’s much larger than my husband’s, so I’m not sure it will actually fit inside me, but I’m certainly willing to try. But please just go slow and easy, okay?”

Sal promised me he would not do anything to hurt me. He then lay down beside me and began to touch and kiss my body, but I said, “No more foreplay, honey. I’m more than ready, and it’s obvious that you are too, so do it now, please!”

I raised my knees then as he moved between my parted thighs. “Damn,” he said huskily. “Your pussy is even more lovely than it feels.” He then lowered his body slowly, carefully supporting most of his weight on his knees and forearms, his massive erection falling across my lower belly. It left a wet smear of precome across my tummy when he drew back to align himself with my entrance.

He had trouble finding the spot at first, the weight of his organ causing it to sink past my opening and poke at my ass cheeks several times, until I reached down to pull it up and guide it to the right place. Once I had eased it between my pussy lips, his instincts took over and his hips moved forward, applying pressure to my already stretched entrance.

My cunt felt wetter and slicker than it had ever been, and it continued flowing freely as Sal pressed forward. I could tell that he was holding himself back, trying not to hurry the process, but the pressure gradually increased until suddenly the head of his dick popped inside me, expanding my sheath for the long shaft to follow. He slowly eased an inch or so of his dick into my pussy, and then pulled back until just the tip of it remained inside. After a brief pause he repeated that movement, then did it again and again, still slowly, going just a little deeper each time, taking me inch by inch until finally I could feel his balls pressing against my asshole.

“I can feel your balls, Sal,” I whispered then. “So you’ve got it all inside me. Just give me a minute to get used to your size, and then I want you to fuck me good!”

I have to say that Sal was amazingly patient. We lay that way, still joined together, for nearly two minutes as I adjusted to the way his dick filled me up, stretching my pussy as never before. Just feeling it unmoving inside me nearly made me come.

“God, I love your huge fucking prick!” I moaned finally. “Fuck me with it now, Sal. Fuck my cunt! Now!”

Sal then gave a moan of his own and started moving in and out of me. His thrusts were slow and careful, until I urged him to do it harder and faster. The feeling was incredible, but he was too worked up to last very long, and he soon lost it, spewing spurt after spurt of come into the deepest crevices of my cunt long before I reached my peak. But that was fine with me; I knew there would be plenty of time for me to get off later, after Sal had vented his initial lust. In fact, he remained almost fully erect after blowing his first wad, and resumed fucking me only a few moments after he finished coming.

He had dumped so much come inside me, to add to my natural juices, that we made obscene sloshing sounds as we rutted like a couple of barnyard animals. I soon felt an orgasm building inside me as his lovely cock strummed my swollen clitoris with each long stroke. Suddenly it hit like a runaway train, sending me into convulsive spasms that caused every muscle in my body to clench and release again and again as the incredible pleasure seemed to consume me. Afterwards I was reduced to nothing more than a quivering cunt lying beneath my lover.

Somehow we disengaged and curled up with one another to recover and return to reality. I finally got up to use the bathroom, and when I came back Sal was already sporting another hard-on. So I climbed on and rode him until I wore myself out, then rolled off to let him finish in the good old missionary position. He later told me that he could never have an orgasm when he was on his back, but I proved that theory wrong the next morning, when I woke him up by sucking as much as I could of his giant tool until it shot down my throat.

Sal and I were so hot for each other that we kept fucking almost up to the time when Len was due back. In fact Len was a little early, and Sal was shooting his load inside me as I leaned over the kitchen table when we heard his car pull into the driveway. Sal split out the front door, zipping up his pants, as I greeted Len coming in from the garage.

I’d planned to douche and shower while Len settled in, but the only thing he had on his mind was my hot cunt, and he wanted it right then. So within two minutes of Sal blowing his load in my pussy, Len had me bent over in the same spot where my lover had just banged me. He flipped my dress up and saw that I wasn’t wearing panties, then quickly discovered that I was freshly fucked and dripping with come. He shoved his sturdy cock into my creamy gash as if into a bowl of melted butter, and when he was all the way in he stopped, saying. “You did it, didn’t you? You fucked our big-cocked friend Sal, right? I thought I caught a glimpse of him heading away from here as I got out of the car.”

There was no sense denying it, so I told Len all about it. But instead of angering him, it got him so hot that he fucked me in the kitchen, the living room, halfway up the stairs and for hours in our bed. From that point on he lost his insecurity about big cocks, and told me I was free to fuck anybody I wanted, as long as I told him about it. Which made things very nice for me.