Mr Thick
The next week was uneventful; work carried on as normal. Sophie and I made love three times, it was tender and passionate. I never mentioned the forthcoming Friday but it was always in the back of my mind.
Dinner was normal on Friday, we had steak and salad with an ice cream dessert. Since Sophie cooked, I cleaned up and loaded the dishwasher, I just had time to turn it on when Sophie came in the kitchen.
“Are you ready for your treat?” she asked with a smile.
My wife was quite an attractive lady, which is why I initially found it hard to believe that she could be interested in me. She had a slim figure with long legs, 34D breasts, shoulder length shiny black hair and big blue eyes. She rarely wore much makeup because she just looked so naturally beautiful.
Sophie was wearing a plain red dress that I’d never seen her in before; it was low cut, showing off her ample cleavage. On her legs she wore black leather thigh high boots. She had bought these some years ago to go clubbing with her friends, but up to now had always worn them over jeans. A few inches of her heavenly flesh were visible above the tops of her boots and below the hemline of the dress.
“Well – stop staring at me and get in that bedroom” she commanded, sternly. Trying to conceal my excitement, I walked into the room and Sophie followed; her boots made a slight squeaking sound when she walked. The first thing I noticed in the bedroom was that the chair, which most of the time had laundry folded on it, was empty and had been moved to the bottom of the bed.
“Strip and sit” Sophie said.
Obediently I took off my jeans, t-shirt and underwear, placed them on the bed, and sat on the chair. Sophie sat on the edge of the bed, perpendicular to me.
“Did I ever tell you about Mr Thick?” she asked. I just shook my head in response.
“Let me tell you the story then. I was only eighteen. My first sexual experience had been… well disappointing. It was awkward, but we were both virgins. However, it wasn’t long after before I was invited to a party at my friend’s house.
The house was crowded but as soon as I walked into the room I noticed him, he definitely stood out. He looked to be in his late twenties, so I guessed he was about ten years older than me. In fact I found out later he was thirty-one. He was incredibly handsome, a classic square jaw, short blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. He carried himself well and talked to others with an air of quiet confidence, not arrogant but mature and relaxed.
I was hoping someone would introduce us but it wasn’t long before I bumped into him – literally – whilst getting a drink. After I got over the initial embarrassment at spilling his beer, we got talking and he turned out to be intelligent and funny. We had a common interest – art – and to my amazement we even liked some of the same music, despite the age difference. The two of us were chatting all evening and the time seemed to just fly by. I found out that his apartment was nearby, he lived alone, and that he had an amazing original oil painting in his hall. When he offered to show me, I jumped at the chance!
We walked to his place and chatted casually along the way. His apartment was large, airy, clean and the painting was even more fascinating than I thought, it was by the Victorian artist George Cole. He made me a coffee and asked me to help myself to sugar; as I was leaning forward for the bowl he kissed me. I was shocked at first, but it was only a second before our mouths met again. We were kissing so passionately, and then I felt his warm hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples through my t-shirt”.
By this point, my cock was rock hard. Sophie leaned forward slightly and began to stroke the shaft of my penis.
“We decided to move to the bedroom, and in-between periods of passionate kissing, we began to take off our clothes. He had a good physique; slim with a chest that wasn’t too hairy, and solid legs. I had a miniskirt on, but it didn’t take long before I was just in my underwear.”
Sophie paused for a while, so I decided to speak up.
“Come on tell me more” I implored.
“Did I give you permission to speak?” Sophie retorted, sternly.
“Well…” I didn’t really know what to say in reply.
Then Sophie stood up, and put her hands up her dress. I thought she was going to strip off for a moment, but she just removed her panties. Then she deftly made the panties into a ball, and pushed them in my mouth.
“There, you can keep those in your mouth, that will teach you to shut the fuck up”.
She then sat down, crossed her leather-clad legs, and began earnestly stroking my cock again.
“Where was I. He was standing there in his boxers, and I could already see he had an impressive semi. As he pulled the waistband down, out popped a large cock. He wasn’t particularly long, but not short either you understand, but it was the girth that was the thing. He was REALLY thick. And not fully hard yet.
I couldn’t stop staring as I unclipped my bra and slipped off my panties. We kissed again briefly and then ended up on the bed, our hands all over each other, eagerly exploring each other’s bodies.
Then he moved down the bed and tenderly kissed my thighs. With each kiss his mouth moved further and further up my legs, until he reached my labia. I had never experienced cunnilingus before, and I was in for a real treat. He circled my pussy at first, and then tickled my lips with his tongue, and then he inserted his tongue and sort of wiggled it around a bit. He was able to reach my clitoris, which was just heaven. I was lying there spread-eagled, moaning as he gently pleasured me orally.
After what seemed like hours of heaven (but was probably only a few minutes in reality) he got up and went to the adjoining bathroom. It was only then I realised how wet I was; my pussy was gushing.
He came back out with his huge hard cock standing to attention, and a condom wrapper in his hand. After rolling on the condom, he climbed on top of me, and began kissing my breasts. I let out a shudder as he gently nibbled my nipple.
By this time, Sophie was stroking my cock harder and with a faster rhythm, her fingers fluttering up and down my shaft as she continued her story.
I was a little scared and I thought it would hurt when he penetrated me but it didn’t, it just felt amazing. He slid his condom-covered phallus slightly inside my pussy slowly, and back out again, and with each careful thrust he went in just that little bit more. I couldn’t believe how good it felt being filled up like that. I had my first orgasm soon after he penetrated me, it was unbelievable. And two more earth-shattering orgasms followed.
I tried to be quiet because of his neighbours but I couldn’t help yelling ‘oh my god’ when he pushed his entire cock into me. The thickness of it felt absolutely amazing. And then he sped up, abandoning all caution this time he went at me passionately, thrusting his thick dick into me as hard as he could again and again. I put my hands on his muscular back and he began to kiss my neck, continuing to fuck me energetically. His cock seemed to get harder and harder inside of me, and larger – which I didn’t think was even possible.
Then he propped himself up and began to slam his pelvis against mine, he was so energetic and fast, his cock slipped in and out and each time the pleasure it brought to me was amazing. Just when I thought it would never end he let out a grunt, and I felt his dick spasming inside of me as he came”.
Sophie was stroking my cock faster and faster by now, and gripping my shaft firmer.
“Afterwards he was the sweetest guy ever, we lay there and cuddled for a bit, and then I had a shower while he made us both another coffee. And then I decided to take his phone number, I had a feeling that night was going to be a one off but..”
That was it, I could hold back no longer. As Sophie was speaking in her beautiful voice, I came, covering her hand in my sticky fluid. During the moment of ecstasy, I couldn’t help but spit out the panties from my mouth.
Sophie looked startled at first.
“Well that was a bit cheeky wasn’t it? Just because my lover finished off doesn’t mean you have to blow your load”.
Sheepishly I dressed while Sophie washed her hands, and I wondered what was in store next Friday night.
