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Jeri and I had been married for about ten years, and
most of our relationship had been great. We enjoyed most of the same
things: music, sports, movies, sex. We made love often, and it was usually
super. Nevertheless, I had always had this nagging feeling that she was
not being completely satisfied by our lovemaking. Still, I had to admit
that she almost always seemed to reach orgasm, particularly when I took
her clit in my lips and licked back and forth across it as fast as my
tongue could go. I could see her tummy muscles tighten in spasms as she
groaned faster and faster until she cried out and then relaxed, becoming
all soft and warm. Her climaxes were similar when I pushed my cock in as
far and as fast and as hard as I could, but those orgasms were not as
intense (at least I wasn't sure). As a result of this concern, I began to
wonder whether I might be falling some what "short" in fulfilling her
sexual needs.
As time passed, I began to develop a fantasy as to how to test my theory
that Jeri would be more satisfied by a bigger cock. At first I thought
about getting one of those giant dildoes I'd seen in the porno store, but
decided that that would have been so obvious as to negate the value of the
test results. The only true test would be for Jeri to think that I was
fucking her, but with a bigger cock. However, at least so far, there were
no hospitals providing dick enlargement operations, so that meant that if
I was ever going to find out, I would have to find someone else (with a
really big dick) to fuck Jeri while she thought it was me!
Where does one begin to recruit someone for this sort of a plan? I
couldn't go to a night club and "pick up" someone. It had to be someone I
could trust, someone safe, and someone "hung". There were plenty of guys
at work that would love to get their dick in Jeri, but there's the old
saying about "don't shit in you own backyard" that made co-workers out of
the question. So what to do?
It was about this time that an old friend from my high school days called
to say he was back in town and would like to get together and renew our
friendship. I didn't put the two situations together at first, but when
Mel and I began reminiscing about out days together on the Tennis team, I
remembered why I had envied him. As I recalled, Mel's prick was as big
soft as mine had been hard, although we never made a direct comparison. I
thought that he was very probably (at least physically) what I needed to
fulfill my fantasy "test."
As Mel and I talked, I learned that he was recently separated from his
wife, and that they were going to get a divorce. He stated his displeasure
at reentering the dating scene, saying that all the really great women had
already found someone and gotten married or were at least living with
someone. He also confided that he had once had a desire to pursue Jeri,
but that I had "beaten him out". This was almost too unlikely to believe,
but what the hell, I decided to give it a try and see how far I could make
this go. Could I really let another man fuck my wife?
Over the next several weeks, we had Mel over for dinner and we went out to
the movies together a few times. Jeri fixed him up with some of her
girlfriends from work, but nothing clicked. All the while, I was making
casual hints about Jeri and me to Mel, trying to see if he showed any
interest, He seemed genuinely concerned about us, and I felt more
comfortable all the time about revealing my fantasy to him.
One night, after dinner, as we were having a drink, and Jeri was on the
phone with a friend, I decided to open the door on my soul a little wider.
I asked Mel to confirm that he still found Jeri attractive, which he did.
I then began to explain my concerns about our physical relationship.
He understood, and joked that "all you pencil-peters have that fear."
"Thanks a lot",
I answered. "You're a big help."
"Well, what the fuck can I do about it?", he asked.
"Look Mel, you and I have gotten pretty close, and I think I can tell you
something in confidence without fear of your having a bad reaction."
I proceeded to carefully outline my fantasy to see if Jeri would have a
stronger orgasm if she were making love to me and I had a bigger dick. "So
how you gonna do that?", Mel asked. "Well", I said, "You asked what you
could do...." Then I went full ahead and detailed what I thought could
work to fool Jeri into thinking that she was screwing me when in fact
she'd be screwing Mel. Mel was not too eager at first, but after some
long-winded rationalizing, I began to turn him toward agreeing to give it
a try. I asked him just how big he was, to which he replied "big enough!".
Finally I got him to admit to 10 and a half inches. "Sure!", I said. "Want
proof?" he asked. "I'm from Missouri. Show me!". I got a ruler, he got it
hard, I checked, he'd lied... it was actually just over 11". "Whoa", I
said. "Ever size, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. But I'd
committed to this course, and I was determined to get the answer to my
question.
Obviously, it would be necessary for Mel to be present without Jeri
knowing it, so the first order of business was to select a location where
I could be fucking Jeri while Mel was close by. We decided on the rec
room, because of the storage room nearby where Mel could hide until I got
things going. There were these big floor pillows that Jeri and I had
fucked on before, so that wouldn't arouse her suspicion. Next, we had to
figure out how to get Mel into the storage room without Jeri knowing that
he was even in the house. We figured that we cold "sneak" Mel into the
house while Jeri was at the store. Then we had to come up with a way for
Mel to relieve himself in case he had to take a piss while he waited in
the store room. An empty coffee can with its plastic lid would work OK.
Since there would be no easy way to signal Mel when to come out of the
store room, we agreed that he would just have to peek around the doorway
to the rec room and use his own best judgment as to when to come in. The
lights would have to be off so that Jeri would not be able to see Mel and
I trade off.
Finally, the big night came, and as Jeri left in her car to go to the
store, I called Mel He parked around the corner so that Jeri wouldn't see
his car when she returned. "Are you sure about this?" he asked as he came
in. "Yes! I've got to find out, or I'll wonder for the rest of my life."
"OK", he replied, "as long as you're sure." We checked out the storage
room, and the path through the rec room, so that he wouldn't trip on or
walk into something as he approached in the dark. Fortunately, there was a
moon out that night, which would help light the rec room a little through
the skylight.
We went over the plan while we waited. I would give Jeri enough to drink
to ger her a little tipsy and then start making love to her on the
pillows. I would get between her legs and caress her thighs and hips with
both hands, one on each side. I would continue this caressing as I put my
cock into her. At this time Mel should show up and get into position
behind me and a little to my left. As I would bring my left hand down her
right leg, I would lift it away, and Mel would begin to caress her as I
had done. Then I would pull by cock out of Jeri's pussy and run it along
her thigh, back and forth, while fondling her clit with my right hand. As
I reached as far down her leg as I could, Mel and I would trade places,
and he would move his cock down her leg and into her pussy. His hand would
take the place of my right hand as we finished the switch-over. It sounded
like it would work OK. In any case, we would know pretty soon.
When Jeri returned, I helped her put away the groceries, and asked her if
she'd care for a drink. "Sure.", she said, so I fixed her a Gin Tonic, her
usual. I fixed a Scotch and water for myself, very mild so I could stay
alert and coordinated. We went to the rec room, talked about work and
about going on a vacation to Lake Tahoe next summer, and danced to some
'50s music on the radio. When I refilled our drinks I made Jeri's a little
stronger than usual, but kept mine weak. Jeri was enjoying the mood, and
her body was warmer and her kisses more demanding all the time. After
still another drink, we danced to an old Elvis ballad ("Love Me Tender")
and she began rubbing the front of my jeans with her hand. I kissed her
deeply, and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. "I love you, Jeri" I
said as kissed he neck, then her breasts. Her tits were so very firm, and
small but not "little", just perfect!. Her nipples pointed upward
slightly, and were hard and hot as I sucked on them.
Gradually we undressed one another and held each other close, kissing. As
we sank slowly to the floor, I turned out the last light, and slid one of
those big pillows under Jeri. I began caressing her arms, her breasts, her
tummy, her thighs, her everything. Jeri was only moderately active,
probably from the booze, which was exactly what I'd hoped for. As I kissed
my way down the front of her, she moaned softly. As my tongue parted the
lips of her pussy, she only moved a little. It was then that I pressed
against the insides of her knees until she had spread her legs wide apart.
I hoped there would be enough room for the switch from me to Mel. I
continued to kiss her pussy and caress her legs until I felt Mel move in
behind me. I almost panicked at this point, for fear that Jeri would
realize that I was up to something and that she'd get pissed off. But she
was still enjoying my attention and didn't sense anything other than my
tongue, and my hands. Slowly, I raised my head up from between her thighs
and moved myself into position. I gently eased the tip of my dick into her
and then pulled back, rubbing the tip around the outside. All the while I
was rubbing up and down her right leg with my left hand and fondling her
pussy with my right.
When Mel put his hand on my left forearm, I almost jumped. I wasn't
expecting it, but managed to maintain my concentration. I raised my left
hand off off Jeri's leg, and Mel took over the caressing on that side. I
pushed my cock back into Jeri, a little further this time. I moved myself
as far to the right as I thought I could without arousing suspicion, then
pulled out again. As I moved the tip of my dick along Jeri's right thigh,
she moaned "Please put it in again". I raised up as far as I could on my
knees, and Mel began to move in front of me. In the dim moonlight, shining
through the skylight, I could see his big cock sliding down her thigh.
"What the fuck am I doing?" I thought. But before I could think about it I
had to move out of the way. That required pressing very tightly against
Mel's back.
As my dick passed over the crack of his ass, I had a thought. "No, this is
not the time for that kind of new experience" I thought. I moved all the
way out then, and positioned myself so that I could watch the penetration.
Mel was soooooo big! I felt very strange as I watched the tip of his dick
enter that beautiful "honey hole" that, up to now, had been my private
playground. In it went, past the tip, past the circumcision scar, down,
deeper, deeper, all the while Jeri's moans getting louder, deeper,
different than I'd ever heard before. "Oooooooh, that's sooooo good!", she
said in a low, very soft voice. "Don't ever stop!" Mel picked up the pace,
faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Jeri's moans were almost gasps.
"Ooooh, Oooooh, Yessssss, Yesssssss, YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS". It was finally
over.
It was then that I heard those words that I'll never, ever, forget. "Oh,
Mel, you're as good as ever! You always were the very best!"
To make a long story short, Mel and Jeri lived happily ever after, I jack
off a lot. |
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