It was three months after the June in which we had our first “big” adventure with my new, enormous cock sleeve. As we had trained Joy’s pussy to accommodate some really massive dick, she had since ordered for me the extra large “Cambria” sleeve, a thick ten inch cock that I would slip on my own penis, making myself almost nine inches in circumference. She loved the experience and I loved fulfilling what turned out to be our mutual fantasy. Once upon a time, months ago, I had to request of her that I fuck her with my first, much smaller “big dick” sleeve. We had now gotten to the point where, when she was really horny, it was she that would make the request for “the really big dick”. Sometimes, I could even make her beg for it.
She would lay sprawled on the sofa, “Hey, baby, you know what I want tonight?”
“I can only guess, sweetheart. Do you want Mr. Cambria to come and split you open?”
Reaching down inside her pants, she would brazenly finger herself and say, “Joy wants you to give her the king-size dick.” Sometimes I would tease her and make her wait for a few hours. Even better, on those days I suspected she’d be asking like that, I’d be wearing Mr. Cambria on my erection already. I would pull down my shorts and expose him to her, tell her to get on her knees to suck it and make it wet, then I’d bend her over wherever we were, ease the narrow head in and fuck her until she came hard.
Once, one humid July day, we were working in our secluded front yard and she was squatting, wearing a thin t-shirt and some very short shorts. I had suspected she’d be in “that mood” and didn’t don’t know if she had noticed that I was wearing Mr. Cambria underneath some baggy shorts. Her sweaty and perfect “C” cups were jutting out proudly, and her wet pussy was exposed. I suspected that she might have done that on purpose. I simply tore off my shirt and shorts and lay down on the lawn to raise my pole as an invitation. When she saw that big dick bounce heavily out of my baggy shorts, she smiled, walked right over, pulled her shorts to the side and sat down on me, took in all ten inches and fucked me until we both came hard. We didn’t care if the neighbors heard our moaning, or even if they saw us.
She seemed to love the days and nights when her “bad girl” came out. This gave rise to an idea. Her birthday was coming up and I wanted to arrange a very special getaway. It would take a bit of planning, so I made reservations, then consulted an online large penis “support group”. Some emails and photos were traded over some weeks and as a result I chose the city to which we’d be traveling.
Having made arrangements to stay at a particularly nice tower hotel in Baltimore, the “other” arrangements that were going to be a surprise, I was excited to be getting ready for our trip. As we were packing, I made it a point to show her that Mr. Cambria was coming along as a guest for the weekend. Then I suggested that there might be even bigger things in store for her if she were a good girl. Much bigger things. She smirked, “You mean if I’m a bad girl.”
We went to dinner at an upscale dinner for her birthday. She was wearing a small strapless black dress with nothing but her full breasts supporting its top. As she knows I love stockings, she was wearing black thigh-highs and simple black high heels. Even though I knew she was my little slut, she looked both sweet and elegant with her doll face and perfect petite body. Naturally, we had a few martinis and a bottle of Bordeaux with dinner.
We were sitting close in the back seat on the car ride back from the restaurant, my hand on her inner thigh. She drew my hand closer to her center, pushed my fingers into her shaved pussy, and whispered “I’m so wet right now.” Feeling her slickness, I wondered if she was fantasizing about getting taken forcefully and stuffed by her “friend”?
We walked through the hotel lobby, slightly sobered but still feeling the effects of our dinner drinks. After the elevator, my hand was around her waist as we approached our room. We could hear sounds from the inside of our room. Did we come to the right room in our tipsiness? And…was that jazz we heard from behind the door?
“Did we leave the TV on?”
“Happy birthday, baby.” as I eased the keycard in its slot.
She walked in first, my hand still on her hip, and uttered a slight gasp. There was a man on the bed, propped up on a few pillows, under a sheet. She stepped back and turned around to look at me, her face still puzzled, then turned to look back at this good-looking gentleman in our room. Aside from the TV, there were two lights on in the room, one near the bed, so we could see him fairly well. He was tall, thin and tan, with dark hair and light blue eyes. Joy was shaking slightly, perhaps still at there being a seemingly naked stranger in our hotel bed. Perhaps also because she had just noticed that the sheet, draped over his thin frame from the abdomen down, veiled something seriously large below. The wide bulge started at his center and trailed sideways to what seemed to be beyond his hip.
Making the realization as to what was in store for her tonight, she raised an eyebrow and hummed a slow “mmmmmm.” Behind her now with my hands on her hips, I pressed into her slightly, revealing my hardness.
“Baby, this is Michael. Michael, this is Joy.”
He smiled at the irony of her name. I placed my hand at the zipper at the back of her dress. “Is this okay, baby?”
She smiled, further answering by nodding and letting me unzip her, then sliding her dress to the floor, revealing all she had to reveal. I could see her reflection in one of the room’s mirrors, her bare pussy framed by the top of her stockings. Most obvious, however, were her breasts, uncannily high and firm, her normally puffy nipples gone hard. I cupped them from behind.
“Michael, didn’t I tell you she has the most perfect breasts? Would you care to show Joy her present?”
He sat up slowly, lowered the sheet and said, “Happy Birthday, Joy.”
She quietly inhaled as she saw what he had exposed. As he had sat up, his dick had fallen between his spread legs, hitting the bed with an audible thump. From our perspective, it looked like a flesh-colored dolphin that was diving into the bed. Uncircumcised, the tip was narrower than the body, which was so wide and heavy that it spread his huge balls apart and pressed them into his legs. As his foreskin was still covering his head, he was obviously not even fully erect.
I felt her body tense even more as she whispered “Oh, my god, where did Kurt find you?” She paused, walking to him. Oddly, my naked wife shook this stranger’s hand in greeting.
“Can I touch it?”
I didn’t know if she was asking me or him, but she didn’t wait for a response from either of us, sitting on the bed and leaning to lower her hand, onto his abdomen at first, then quickly to his balls, each of which would require her entire hand to fondle. She pulled his dick upward, grabbed its base, not being able to wrap it entirely, and started moving her hand up and down. He had sent me photos of his fully erect dick in advance of this getaway but, in person, as she was handling it, it seemed inhuman, and certainly bigger than any toy I had seen or even imagined. Even Mr. Cambria’s girth and length were shamed. Michael was perhaps an honest 10 inches long, but that wasn’t what impressed Joy. It was the width of the middle of his cock. His width looked like two or three of mine combined! Her single hand looked comically tiny on that dick.
She turned back toward me, “God, it’s huge!”
She would lay sprawled on the sofa, “Hey, baby, you know what I want tonight?”
“I can only guess, sweetheart. Do you want Mr. Cambria to come and split you open?”
Reaching down inside her pants, she would brazenly finger herself and say, “Joy wants you to give her the king-size dick.” Sometimes I would tease her and make her wait for a few hours. Even better, on those days I suspected she’d be asking like that, I’d be wearing Mr. Cambria on my erection already. I would pull down my shorts and expose him to her, tell her to get on her knees to suck it and make it wet, then I’d bend her over wherever we were, ease the narrow head in and fuck her until she came hard.
Once, one humid July day, we were working in our secluded front yard and she was squatting, wearing a thin t-shirt and some very short shorts. I had suspected she’d be in “that mood” and didn’t don’t know if she had noticed that I was wearing Mr. Cambria underneath some baggy shorts. Her sweaty and perfect “C” cups were jutting out proudly, and her wet pussy was exposed. I suspected that she might have done that on purpose. I simply tore off my shirt and shorts and lay down on the lawn to raise my pole as an invitation. When she saw that big dick bounce heavily out of my baggy shorts, she smiled, walked right over, pulled her shorts to the side and sat down on me, took in all ten inches and fucked me until we both came hard. We didn’t care if the neighbors heard our moaning, or even if they saw us.
She seemed to love the days and nights when her “bad girl” came out. This gave rise to an idea. Her birthday was coming up and I wanted to arrange a very special getaway. It would take a bit of planning, so I made reservations, then consulted an online large penis “support group”. Some emails and photos were traded over some weeks and as a result I chose the city to which we’d be traveling.
Having made arrangements to stay at a particularly nice tower hotel in Baltimore, the “other” arrangements that were going to be a surprise, I was excited to be getting ready for our trip. As we were packing, I made it a point to show her that Mr. Cambria was coming along as a guest for the weekend. Then I suggested that there might be even bigger things in store for her if she were a good girl. Much bigger things. She smirked, “You mean if I’m a bad girl.”
We went to dinner at an upscale dinner for her birthday. She was wearing a small strapless black dress with nothing but her full breasts supporting its top. As she knows I love stockings, she was wearing black thigh-highs and simple black high heels. Even though I knew she was my little slut, she looked both sweet and elegant with her doll face and perfect petite body. Naturally, we had a few martinis and a bottle of Bordeaux with dinner.
We were sitting close in the back seat on the car ride back from the restaurant, my hand on her inner thigh. She drew my hand closer to her center, pushed my fingers into her shaved pussy, and whispered “I’m so wet right now.” Feeling her slickness, I wondered if she was fantasizing about getting taken forcefully and stuffed by her “friend”?
We walked through the hotel lobby, slightly sobered but still feeling the effects of our dinner drinks. After the elevator, my hand was around her waist as we approached our room. We could hear sounds from the inside of our room. Did we come to the right room in our tipsiness? And…was that jazz we heard from behind the door?
“Did we leave the TV on?”
“Happy birthday, baby.” as I eased the keycard in its slot.
She walked in first, my hand still on her hip, and uttered a slight gasp. There was a man on the bed, propped up on a few pillows, under a sheet. She stepped back and turned around to look at me, her face still puzzled, then turned to look back at this good-looking gentleman in our room. Aside from the TV, there were two lights on in the room, one near the bed, so we could see him fairly well. He was tall, thin and tan, with dark hair and light blue eyes. Joy was shaking slightly, perhaps still at there being a seemingly naked stranger in our hotel bed. Perhaps also because she had just noticed that the sheet, draped over his thin frame from the abdomen down, veiled something seriously large below. The wide bulge started at his center and trailed sideways to what seemed to be beyond his hip.
Making the realization as to what was in store for her tonight, she raised an eyebrow and hummed a slow “mmmmmm.” Behind her now with my hands on her hips, I pressed into her slightly, revealing my hardness.
“Baby, this is Michael. Michael, this is Joy.”
He smiled at the irony of her name. I placed my hand at the zipper at the back of her dress. “Is this okay, baby?”
She smiled, further answering by nodding and letting me unzip her, then sliding her dress to the floor, revealing all she had to reveal. I could see her reflection in one of the room’s mirrors, her bare pussy framed by the top of her stockings. Most obvious, however, were her breasts, uncannily high and firm, her normally puffy nipples gone hard. I cupped them from behind.
“Michael, didn’t I tell you she has the most perfect breasts? Would you care to show Joy her present?”
He sat up slowly, lowered the sheet and said, “Happy Birthday, Joy.”
She quietly inhaled as she saw what he had exposed. As he had sat up, his dick had fallen between his spread legs, hitting the bed with an audible thump. From our perspective, it looked like a flesh-colored dolphin that was diving into the bed. Uncircumcised, the tip was narrower than the body, which was so wide and heavy that it spread his huge balls apart and pressed them into his legs. As his foreskin was still covering his head, he was obviously not even fully erect.
I felt her body tense even more as she whispered “Oh, my god, where did Kurt find you?” She paused, walking to him. Oddly, my naked wife shook this stranger’s hand in greeting.
“Can I touch it?”
I didn’t know if she was asking me or him, but she didn’t wait for a response from either of us, sitting on the bed and leaning to lower her hand, onto his abdomen at first, then quickly to his balls, each of which would require her entire hand to fondle. She pulled his dick upward, grabbed its base, not being able to wrap it entirely, and started moving her hand up and down. He had sent me photos of his fully erect dick in advance of this getaway but, in person, as she was handling it, it seemed inhuman, and certainly bigger than any toy I had seen or even imagined. Even Mr. Cambria’s girth and length were shamed. Michael was perhaps an honest 10 inches long, but that wasn’t what impressed Joy. It was the width of the middle of his cock. His width looked like two or three of mine combined! Her single hand looked comically tiny on that dick.
She turned back toward me, “God, it’s huge!”
