Hello, LPSG community...my name is Lilly, and I found this site out of utter boredom, while pondering an occurrence involving my husband and me (and a third party) a little over a month ago. I keep replaying the scene in my own head, and thought it would be fun to anonymously share my story here. So...enjoy!
My husband, Mark, is an attractive, confident man, with a pile of charm. He also happens to have a beast of a cock. It's difficult to do it justice with words, but let's just say he's a shower AND a grower. It hangs thick and heavy with a pair of big balls that always seem to be full. When hard he's thicker than my wrist, with bulging veins and a prominent ridge at the head that rubs me all the right ways. I was never one to be obsessed with size, and have never been unhappy with my previous lovers' penises, but I certainly took note pretty quickly that my husband was bigger soft than any of my formers were when they were hard. Now I can't imagine going back to a smaller, more average cock. It's irrelevant anyway; we're crazily in love with each other.
But...back to his charm. For as long as he and I have been together, my sisters, my friends, my coworkers, have gushed to me about his looks and his smile that just makes you melt. It's always stopped there, though. I'm not one of those trashy wives who gets tipsy with her girlfriends and talks about sex and dick size. Girls are girls, though, and whenever the subject pops up (no pun intended) I just smile to myself and think contentedly of my secretly horse-hung husband. My strategy of silence always worked out just fine, and my husband's jumbo privates STAYED private. A month ago, though, my silence didn't work out that way.
Mark frequently works late into the evening, and a fairly new coworker of mine (we'll call her "Emma"), whom I was becoming friends with, had come to my house to watch a movie with me and share a bottle of wine. When Mark came home shortly after 10pm, our movie was finished. He opened another bottle of wine and I invited Emma to stay for another glass. My husband put out a plate of cheese and a stick of pepperoni, and we all sat at the table, snacking and talking.
The subject eventually came to Emma's relationship status, and she was bemoaning the fact that she was single. Finally, she blurted out that she hadn't gotten laid properly in ages. We all got a good laugh out of that and noted that the wine was definitely starting talking. That's when Emma reached for the pepperoni stick and said "If I could just find a guy with a dick this fat, just once. A girl needs that, you know?"
It was crass, but I smiled and glanced at my husband, who caught my eyes for a moment and chuckled politely. Then I looked back to Emma and I realized she'd seen our wordless exchange. Busted.
"Oh," she laughed..."you're all set, huh?"
I grinned, thinking it would be the end of the exchange: "Yes. All set." I did my best to sound demure.
She didn't let it drop. "Not this thick, though." She said it matter-of-factly, and my eyes went to the pepperoni still in her hand. It wasn't even a contest, and I smiled, reached for my glass, took a big gulp, and said flatly: "Thicker."
Mark laughed as he stood suddenly, raised his hands in a gesture of innocence, and said "Okay, ladies...stay up as late as you want, but I believe that's my cue." He excused himself and headed upstairs, as Emma and I succumbed to peels of laughter.
When we regained our composure, I poured the remaining wine into our glasses. Emma stared at me, unblinking, and finally stated words that would make my wine-warmed blood run a little hotter...hot enough to make me do something insane. She said: "I don't believe you."
I stared back at her, saying nothing for about six seconds. "Mark!" I shouted while I held Emma's gaze. "Come back downstairs. You're needed!"
Emma and I sat in silence for several moments until Mark was back in the kitchen, probably expecting a snack request.
I heard myself say: "Show her." Mark stared at me wide eyed momentarily. Then I saw his face soften and he broke into a forced laugh.
"Maybe some other time", he replied. "Goodnight, my wife" and he leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek.
I held up my hand in mock refusal. "Show her." I repeated, barely believing my own words or stamina.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
"Just pretend you're in the locker room with the boys", Emma volunteered.
Mark looked at me again as I took another sip of wine. I swallowed, looked up at my husband, and said "Drop 'em."
My husband shrugged, unbuttoned his pants, put his thumbs inside the waistband of his boxers, and paused, looking at me again. I nodded, and he drew them down.
The sound from the other side of the table was the words "No fucking way" from Emma. I reached towards her and pulled the pepperoni from under her motionless, unresisting hand. I held it up directly next to my husband's flaccid cock.
"See?" My heart was pounding, my face felt flush, but my voice was shockingly steady in my assumed role of defender of my husband's literal manhood, and probably that of a very proud wife.
"You're right", she admitted. I was very right. Even soft, Mark's penis made the pepperoni look puny. Even I was surprised by the severity of the comparison.
I returned the pepperoni to the platter, and gave my husband's meat stick a quick peck. "Thank you, darling. That is all. You may retire", I said, in an affected accent.
"That's all I get? For dropping my drawers in front of your friend? I don't think so!" For a game we'd never EVER played before, we were both surprising good at it. But his faux frustration led to me opening my mouth in a very real way as he held the back of my head, and him inserting his very real cock into my mouth. He withdrew it quickly, still soft, laughing.
"That's better. Now I can go to bed satisfied" he joked. I reached out to him though, grabbing onto his warm, swinging thickness, and without saying a word, I began to slowly milk him as I looked up at his face.
He looked at me hesitantly, but didn't pull away. His cock began to grow and stiffen in my hand. I was afraid to speak, afraid of spoiling the moment. My mouth was starting to water at the thought of going down on my husband. Slowly, I got out of my chair and knelt on the floor in front of him, gently stroking him the whole time. When he was fully hard I gripped him firmly at the base and milked upwards, precum pooling at the tip as I went until the clear droplet started to descend like honey. I caught it on my tongue and followed the hanging trail with my mouth until my lips met his swollen head.
Ever so slowly, my lips parted wider as I gently eased his massive knob into my mouth. This was actually happening!
I believe all of us in that kitchen were experiencing a very surreal moment just then. I was literally starting to blow my husband in front of another woman and it was insanely hot. I can only fit the first few inches into my mouth because of his girth, so I use a lot of hands, and enjoy toying with his hefty balls. I stopped long enough to ask her if she was enjoying the show, and her only response was to nod emphatically. Her hand was rubbing furiously between her legs, and I remember almost feeling sorry for her that couldn't sample this great, gorgeous penis. ALMOST. Never would I ever allow another woman to please my husband, or my husband to please someone besides me.
I can't believe, in retrospect, some of the things that came flying out of my mouth that night, but I was on a roll. I talked such shit about how amazing his cock was, showing her how my hands don't fit around it, and how much cock still shows with two hands on it. One of the last things I said aloud was to ask Mark to show her how a real man comes. Behind me, Emma remarked "My god, look at the size of those balls. He must come like a fucking bull!" I could tell he was close, and I think those last comments put him over the edge.
I withdrew my mouth just in time, and pumped with my hand as my husband reached the tipping point. He prefers long, slower smooth strokes that massage his head, rather than getting a jack-hammer tug job. All at once, his huge cockhead swelled even larger, and I backed away as I stroked him to give Emma a sidelong view. To say that Mark comes hard is an understatement. Huge spurting ropes shot out, six to eight of them, each hitting our tile floor with an audible splatter. Cum continued flowing from his tip, running over my hand before falling in heavy drips as his orgasm diminished. It was a big load even for my husband, and I kissed his softening, throbbing penis in appreciation.
"Holy. Shit" was all that Emma said. From the look in her eyes it looked like she might've also climaxed. I thanked her for coming (that pun WAS intended) and told her that she was welcome to crash in the downstairs guest room or let herself out, but that Mark and I have additional unfinished business upstairs (I was so wet at this point my undies were soaked).
I heard her leaving after we went upstairs, at which point Mark and I went bonkers on each other. I went to sleep that night with another monster load in my pussy and one more in my ass (remember how his balls are always full?). Yes, I let my husband fuck my ass occasionally, and I wasn't going to deny him that night. I get off sometimes by being used like a fucktoy, and I can even come from anal sex, especially if I've already come from vaginal. But that's enough about me. This story was about my husband's big beautiful cock. Hope you all enjoyed!
My husband, Mark, is an attractive, confident man, with a pile of charm. He also happens to have a beast of a cock. It's difficult to do it justice with words, but let's just say he's a shower AND a grower. It hangs thick and heavy with a pair of big balls that always seem to be full. When hard he's thicker than my wrist, with bulging veins and a prominent ridge at the head that rubs me all the right ways. I was never one to be obsessed with size, and have never been unhappy with my previous lovers' penises, but I certainly took note pretty quickly that my husband was bigger soft than any of my formers were when they were hard. Now I can't imagine going back to a smaller, more average cock. It's irrelevant anyway; we're crazily in love with each other.
But...back to his charm. For as long as he and I have been together, my sisters, my friends, my coworkers, have gushed to me about his looks and his smile that just makes you melt. It's always stopped there, though. I'm not one of those trashy wives who gets tipsy with her girlfriends and talks about sex and dick size. Girls are girls, though, and whenever the subject pops up (no pun intended) I just smile to myself and think contentedly of my secretly horse-hung husband. My strategy of silence always worked out just fine, and my husband's jumbo privates STAYED private. A month ago, though, my silence didn't work out that way.
Mark frequently works late into the evening, and a fairly new coworker of mine (we'll call her "Emma"), whom I was becoming friends with, had come to my house to watch a movie with me and share a bottle of wine. When Mark came home shortly after 10pm, our movie was finished. He opened another bottle of wine and I invited Emma to stay for another glass. My husband put out a plate of cheese and a stick of pepperoni, and we all sat at the table, snacking and talking.
The subject eventually came to Emma's relationship status, and she was bemoaning the fact that she was single. Finally, she blurted out that she hadn't gotten laid properly in ages. We all got a good laugh out of that and noted that the wine was definitely starting talking. That's when Emma reached for the pepperoni stick and said "If I could just find a guy with a dick this fat, just once. A girl needs that, you know?"
It was crass, but I smiled and glanced at my husband, who caught my eyes for a moment and chuckled politely. Then I looked back to Emma and I realized she'd seen our wordless exchange. Busted.
"Oh," she laughed..."you're all set, huh?"
I grinned, thinking it would be the end of the exchange: "Yes. All set." I did my best to sound demure.
She didn't let it drop. "Not this thick, though." She said it matter-of-factly, and my eyes went to the pepperoni still in her hand. It wasn't even a contest, and I smiled, reached for my glass, took a big gulp, and said flatly: "Thicker."
Mark laughed as he stood suddenly, raised his hands in a gesture of innocence, and said "Okay, ladies...stay up as late as you want, but I believe that's my cue." He excused himself and headed upstairs, as Emma and I succumbed to peels of laughter.
When we regained our composure, I poured the remaining wine into our glasses. Emma stared at me, unblinking, and finally stated words that would make my wine-warmed blood run a little hotter...hot enough to make me do something insane. She said: "I don't believe you."
I stared back at her, saying nothing for about six seconds. "Mark!" I shouted while I held Emma's gaze. "Come back downstairs. You're needed!"
Emma and I sat in silence for several moments until Mark was back in the kitchen, probably expecting a snack request.
I heard myself say: "Show her." Mark stared at me wide eyed momentarily. Then I saw his face soften and he broke into a forced laugh.
"Maybe some other time", he replied. "Goodnight, my wife" and he leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek.
I held up my hand in mock refusal. "Show her." I repeated, barely believing my own words or stamina.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
"Just pretend you're in the locker room with the boys", Emma volunteered.
Mark looked at me again as I took another sip of wine. I swallowed, looked up at my husband, and said "Drop 'em."
My husband shrugged, unbuttoned his pants, put his thumbs inside the waistband of his boxers, and paused, looking at me again. I nodded, and he drew them down.
The sound from the other side of the table was the words "No fucking way" from Emma. I reached towards her and pulled the pepperoni from under her motionless, unresisting hand. I held it up directly next to my husband's flaccid cock.
"See?" My heart was pounding, my face felt flush, but my voice was shockingly steady in my assumed role of defender of my husband's literal manhood, and probably that of a very proud wife.
"You're right", she admitted. I was very right. Even soft, Mark's penis made the pepperoni look puny. Even I was surprised by the severity of the comparison.
I returned the pepperoni to the platter, and gave my husband's meat stick a quick peck. "Thank you, darling. That is all. You may retire", I said, in an affected accent.
"That's all I get? For dropping my drawers in front of your friend? I don't think so!" For a game we'd never EVER played before, we were both surprising good at it. But his faux frustration led to me opening my mouth in a very real way as he held the back of my head, and him inserting his very real cock into my mouth. He withdrew it quickly, still soft, laughing.
"That's better. Now I can go to bed satisfied" he joked. I reached out to him though, grabbing onto his warm, swinging thickness, and without saying a word, I began to slowly milk him as I looked up at his face.
He looked at me hesitantly, but didn't pull away. His cock began to grow and stiffen in my hand. I was afraid to speak, afraid of spoiling the moment. My mouth was starting to water at the thought of going down on my husband. Slowly, I got out of my chair and knelt on the floor in front of him, gently stroking him the whole time. When he was fully hard I gripped him firmly at the base and milked upwards, precum pooling at the tip as I went until the clear droplet started to descend like honey. I caught it on my tongue and followed the hanging trail with my mouth until my lips met his swollen head.
Ever so slowly, my lips parted wider as I gently eased his massive knob into my mouth. This was actually happening!
I believe all of us in that kitchen were experiencing a very surreal moment just then. I was literally starting to blow my husband in front of another woman and it was insanely hot. I can only fit the first few inches into my mouth because of his girth, so I use a lot of hands, and enjoy toying with his hefty balls. I stopped long enough to ask her if she was enjoying the show, and her only response was to nod emphatically. Her hand was rubbing furiously between her legs, and I remember almost feeling sorry for her that couldn't sample this great, gorgeous penis. ALMOST. Never would I ever allow another woman to please my husband, or my husband to please someone besides me.
I can't believe, in retrospect, some of the things that came flying out of my mouth that night, but I was on a roll. I talked such shit about how amazing his cock was, showing her how my hands don't fit around it, and how much cock still shows with two hands on it. One of the last things I said aloud was to ask Mark to show her how a real man comes. Behind me, Emma remarked "My god, look at the size of those balls. He must come like a fucking bull!" I could tell he was close, and I think those last comments put him over the edge.
I withdrew my mouth just in time, and pumped with my hand as my husband reached the tipping point. He prefers long, slower smooth strokes that massage his head, rather than getting a jack-hammer tug job. All at once, his huge cockhead swelled even larger, and I backed away as I stroked him to give Emma a sidelong view. To say that Mark comes hard is an understatement. Huge spurting ropes shot out, six to eight of them, each hitting our tile floor with an audible splatter. Cum continued flowing from his tip, running over my hand before falling in heavy drips as his orgasm diminished. It was a big load even for my husband, and I kissed his softening, throbbing penis in appreciation.
"Holy. Shit" was all that Emma said. From the look in her eyes it looked like she might've also climaxed. I thanked her for coming (that pun WAS intended) and told her that she was welcome to crash in the downstairs guest room or let herself out, but that Mark and I have additional unfinished business upstairs (I was so wet at this point my undies were soaked).
I heard her leaving after we went upstairs, at which point Mark and I went bonkers on each other. I went to sleep that night with another monster load in my pussy and one more in my ass (remember how his balls are always full?). Yes, I let my husband fuck my ass occasionally, and I wasn't going to deny him that night. I get off sometimes by being used like a fucktoy, and I can even come from anal sex, especially if I've already come from vaginal. But that's enough about me. This story was about my husband's big beautiful cock. Hope you all enjoyed!
