We had been doing it everywhere in those weeks following the cue ball incident. In the kitchen, in the bathroom, and in the garage! We were like teenagers on a voyage of discovery and our love was well fed by it. I didn't feel it was due to any change in me though. It was all her. Her voyage I guess. The more we had sex, the more she wanted and it wasn’t long before I began to feel I was letting her down. You can't unsee...

I had christened him cueball, because of the ball like lump in the center of his penis, and it had stuck. It was partly due to it being easier to refer to him in a joking manner, and partly because it was better than saying his actual name, which felt bitter on the tongue. Of course I was jealous of him. He had come into our home, with his obscenely huge cock and shook our world's. He'd taken it, and waved it like a wand,...

He had spotted straight away that she was now bare and that she was open to him. He lay her down on her back and positioned himself between her legs, her sopping wet pussy was now right there in front of him. Her scent filled the room as he spread her legs wide, her lips gently parting to reveal her glistening pinkness. His very thick, very long and hard cock within inches of its warm wet goal. He slowly wanked himself, e...

After the whole dildo incident, my confidence of fulfilling my fantasy was at an all time low. Some time passed, a few months, even a year, before I started re-sewing the seed. My next assault would come in the shape of good, old fashioned porn. I mean, everyone likes porn, right? So I decided to download a couple of first time big cock movies, so that I could stream them onto the tv. I chose very carefully, hoping I coul...

After he had finished with his speech, like a teacher, he asked if we had any questions. Whether it was the mixture of nerves and jealousy or the fact that I was fighting off a hard on at the thought of them, I shrugged off his inquiry. So it started. He edged himself up in his seat and he said to me, "I will have that drink actually if that's okay? A glass of water?" I obliged but as I left the room I couldn't help feeli...

It was a friend from work who put me onto him. A friend of a friend had used him in the past and it was said that he was good, so I took his details and sent on a photo of my dear wife. It took a while to choose an appropriate photo. We've often done photo shoots of her in differing stages of undress and she looks pretty good on all of them but I wasn't comfortable sending anything too revealing. In the end I chose a pict...