Jacki’s long legs stretched across the tangled sheets, her skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. At thirty-five, her body was a study in elegance—tall and lithe, with a model’s frame that could have earned her a fortune if she had gone into the trade. Her narrow waist flared into hips that swayed with a subtle, unconscious allure. Her small, pointy breasts stood high on her chest, crowned with nipples that seemed perpetually erect, long and proud—as if daring the world to notice. Even now, sprawled beside her husband Dave in the dim glow of their bedroom, those nipples jutted upward, still swollen from the intensity of their lovemaking moments ago.

She’d peeled off her silk camisole, letting it flutter to the floor, and Dave’s eyes had immediately gone to her breasts, those stiff nipples begging for his touch. They never failed to arouse him. He’d leaned forward, sucked one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his fingers pinched the other, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.

“Fuck, Dave,” Jacki whispered, her voice husky, “you know what that does to me.”

Jacki had straddled Dave’s lap, her pussy lips pouting open as she ground against him, feeling the familiar heat of his six-inch cock pressing against her. She loved the way it felt—hard, warm, average in size but always eager, pulsing with the need for her. Her pussy was already wet, aching to be filled, and she reached down to lift his cock, stroking its smooth length, feeling the slight curve and the pulse of his arousal. She loved the feel of it in her hand, the way it throbbed when she squeezed just right.

Dave groaned against her breast, his hips bucking upwards, and she couldn’t wait any longer. She adjusted her position, guiding the tip of his cock to her entrance. She sank down slowly, savouring the stretch as he filled her, her wet heat enveloping him inch by inch.

She loved this moment, the first thrust of him inside her, the way her body clung to him and drew him in. She rocked her hips, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, chasing that spark of pleasure that made her toes curl. Dave’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust upward, meeting her rhythm.

“God, Jacki, you’re so fucking tight,” he growled.

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest, her nipples bobbing up and down as she rode him, slow at first, then faster, harder, chasing the elusive peak she craved. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies—wet slaps of skin, her soft moans, his ragged breaths. Jacki’s pussy clenched around him, her inner walls gripping his cock as she angled herself to try and hit that elusive spot inside. She could feel her thrill building, that tight coil of pleasure deep in her loins, so close, so maddeningly close!

Her breath came in sharp gasps, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she fucked him with desperate need, her hips snapping down, her clit grinding against him with every thrust.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, her voice desperate. “Please, Dave, keep going.”

But Dave’s face twisted, his jaw clenching as he fought to hold back his orgasm.

“Jacki—fuck, I’m gonna—” His words cut off with a groan as he thrust up hard, his body shuddering beneath her.

She felt his cock pulsing—he was coming, far too soon for her, as always happened, and her heart sank. Not yet, she thought, her body screaming with frustration. She was so close, teetering on the edge, but the moment was gone. Dave’s breathing slowed, his hands loosening on her hips, and Jacki bit her lip to keep from crying out in disappointment.

She slid off him, her body still buzzing with unspent need, and Dave instantly noticed the shift in her.

“Baby, you okay?” he asked, propping himself up on one elbow.

Jacki forced a smile, lying back beside him, her chest still heaving.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, but her voice was tight.

Dave’s brow furrowed, and he reached for her, his fingers brushing her thigh.

“Come here,” he murmured, pulling her close.

His hand slipped between her legs, finding her clit, still swollen and wet with her juices and his sperm that was slowly seeping from her. He rubbed in low, deliberate circles, knowing exactly how she liked it, and Jacki’s head fell back, a moan escaping her lips. His fingers were skilled, coaxing her pleasure back to life. Within moments, the orgasm broke, sharp and intense, her body shaking as she gasped with pleasure.

As the aftershocks faded, Jacki lay there, her heart pounding, her body satisfied but her mind restless. Dave’s hand rested on her stomach, his touch gentle, and she turned to face him, her dark eyes searching his.

“That was good,” she said softly, her voice catching. “Really good.”

But her tone was hesitant, and Dave, ever attuned to her, picked up on it.

“Jacki, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low, concerned.

He propped himself up, his hand cupping her cheek.

“Did I do something wrong?”

She shook her head, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

“No, babe, you didn’t do anything wrong. You’re amazing.”

She took a deep breath, steeling herself.

“It’s just… I was so close when you were… you know, inside me.”

Her cheeks flushed, not from embarrassment but from the vulnerability of admitting it.

“I thought this time I might finally get there. With you inside me.”

Dave’s eyes softened, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in them.

“You mean… you want to come when… we are fucking?” His voice was gentle, not accusing, but she could hear the worry beneath it.

Jacki bit her lip, choosing her words carefully.

“I was right on the edge, Dave. It felt so good, like it was building to something huge. But then…”

She trailed off, not wanting to hurt him. She reached for her hand, lacing her fingers with his.

“You know I love what you did after… it was incredible. It always is. I just… I’ve always wanted to feel that with you inside me. Just once.”

Dave squeezed her hand, his expression thoughtful.

“I didn’t realize it was that important to you,” he said quietly. “I mean, I know you don’t come that way, but I thought… I thought it was okay because you always get there when I use my fingers… or my mouth.”

“It is okay,” Jacki said quickly, squeezing his hand. “God, Dave, it’s more than okay. You always make me feel so good. I just… I can’t help wanting that one thing, you know? I feel like I’m so close to it when we’re together, but it slips away.”

She paused, her voice softening.

“Maybe if you could… keep going a little longer, it might happen.”

Dave’s face tightened slightly, and Jacki’s heart skipped a beat—she hadn’t meant to make him feel inadequate.

“I’m not saying you’re not enough,” she added, her voice earnest. “You’re more than enough. I just want to figure out how to get there with you, because I know it’d be so amazing.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes searching hers.

“I want that for you too, Jacki. I didn’t know it was weighing on you like this.”

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to help you get there. Maybe we can try something different, figure out what works. I want you to feel everything you want to feel.”

Jacki’s throat tightened with emotion, and she curled into his chest, her long legs tangling with his.

“I love you,” she whispered. “We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

“Together,” Dave echoed, his arms wrapping around her, his lips brushing her hair. “Always.”

In the days that followed their conversation, Dave couldn’t shake Jacki’s words. They echoed in his mind, a quiet undercurrent to his daily routine. He loved her fiercely and wanted her to have everything she craved. But a nagging doubt gnawed at him.

What if his six-inch cock—decent, maybe even a touch above average—wasn’t enough for her to reach that elusive peak? Jacki always felt so tight around him, her pussy gripping him like a velvet glove. Maybe his girth was lacking. Maybe she needed more to push her over the edge.

The thought followed him to work, a persistent whisper as he sat at his desk. The hum of the office faded into the background. During a slow moment, Dave pulled out his phone, thumbing through Twitter accounts he followed for their explicit content. His eyes scanned the endless stream of images and clips, most forgettable, until one post caught his attention.

The caption read: “Hubby cheering her on as her Bull decides it’s time to fill the Wifey. Look how hard he’s pounding his massive shaft in her cunt when he tells her he’s about to cum inside her. This is beautiful - please share!” The words “massive shaft” and “pounding” hit him like a jolt. His curiosity got the better of him. He tapped the video, keeping the volume low, his earbuds tucked in.

The screen filled with the image of a pretty brunette lying on her back, her legs spread wide. A black man was kneeling between them. His cock was enormous—thick, long, and glistening as he lowered himself and thrust slowly into her. The camera caught every detail: the way her pussy lips stretched tight around his shaft, clinging to it with every stroke. Her moans were raw, unfiltered, filling Dave’s ears with a desperate edge that sent a shiver down his spine.

Dave watched as the man slid the entire length of his huge cock into her.

“Oh my God, my God, yeah, keep going,” the woman whimpered.

Her body arched as the man thrust harder. The camera zoomed in, showing the thickness of his cock - her pussy gripping him tightly.

“Oh, I’m going to come!” she gasped.

Her body shook, her moans turning to cries as she clung to him. Dave’s heart pounded—there was no faking this. This was real, raw pleasure, the kind Jacki chased but never reached with him. The man didn’t stop.

Even as the woman trembled through her climax, he kept fucking, his cock plunging into her with a steady rhythm. Dave watched her tits bobbling wildly on her chest as he fucked her. Soon, she was gasping again, her body tensing as another orgasm built.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” she cried.

The man’s thrusts quickened, his control fraying.

“Come in me, I want you to come in me!” she begged.

With a deep growl, he drove into her one last time, his body freezing. The camera zoomed in to capture the way his cock pulsed inside her. She clung to him, her face a picture of ecstasy. The man slowly pulled out of her, and a flood of creamy sperm poured out of her.

The video faded to black, and Dave sat back in his chair, his pulse racing, his cock straining against his pants.

Dave’s mind was a whirlwind as he scrolled through the internet that evening, the video still in his thoughts. His search led him to a forum called SwingVibe Connect, an online space buzzing with posts from swingers seeking all manner of encounters. The honesty of the posts—no limits, no judgment—both shocked and intrigued him. People were blunt about their desires: men offering their wives, couples seeking partners, singles advertising their prowess.

His heart raced as he created an account, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He typed out: “Looking for a guy with a big cock who can keep going long enough to satisfy my wife. She is a beauty, and the prospective guy will be guaranteed a good time.” His hands trembled as he hit 'Send'. He stared at the screen.

Replies trickled in over the next hour. Most were crude or outright sleazy—men who sounded like they belonged in a back alley rather than anywhere near Jacki. Dave dismissed them. Then a message from someone named Marcus caught his eye.

The tone was different—polished, confident.

“I believe I’d be ideal for what you’re seeking. I’m experienced, respectful, and can deliver exactly what your wife needs,” Marcus wrote.

Attached were photos: Marcus was a sturdily built white guy, broad-shouldered, with a calm, self-assured smile. The final image was a clear shot of Marcus’s erect cock, long and thick, easily nine inches or even more, with an intimidating girth. Dave’s pulse quickened.

He typed a cautious reply: “Looks impressive. Can you keep going for 10-15 minutes of steady thrusting? That’s what she’d need.”

Marcus responded, his tone matter-of-fact: “No problem at all. I have excellent control and only come when I choose to. Send me a picture, if you’re comfortable, so I can see who I’d be working with.”

Dave hesitated, then sent a photo of Jacki from a recent beach trip, her face blurred but her long legs, narrow waist, and pert breasts displayed in a form-fitting bikini. She was stunning, even with her face obscured.

Marcus’s reply was swift: “She’s absolutely gorgeous. It would be a pleasure. When would you like to arrange this?”

Dave’s stomach knotted—he wasn’t ready to commit yet.

“I’ll need to talk to her first. I’ll get back to you,” he wrote, closing his laptop with shaky hands.

Later that night, Dave and Jacki lay in bed. Jacki was curled up in a silk nightgown, her legs tucked beneath her, reading a book. Dave watched her, the curve of her neck, the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. He felt a surge of love mixed with nervousness at what he was about to say. He cleared his throat, his voice soft.

“Jacki, can we talk about something?”

She glanced up, her dark eyes curious.

“Sure, babe. What’s on your mind?”

He shifted closer, resting a hand on her thigh.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said the other night. About… wanting to come when you're, you know, making love.”

He paused, gauging her reaction. Her expression softened, but there was a flicker of caution.

“Yeah?” she said, closing her book and setting it aside. “What about it?”

Dave took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully.

“I know how much it means to you. And I want you to have that, more than anything. I’ve been wondering if… maybe there’s another way to help you get there. Something outside the box.”

Jacki’s brow furrowed, her lips parting slightly.

“Outside the box? Like what?”

He hesitated, his heart pounding.

“What if… we brought someone else in? Just once. Someone who could give you what you need, no strings attached. You’d get to feel it, know it’s possible, and then we move on.”

Her eyes widened, and she sat up straighter, pulling her knees to her chest.

“Dave, what are you talking about? Another guy? Are you serious?” Her voice was sharp, laced with shock.

“I know it sounds crazy,” he said quickly, raising his hands. “I’m not saying it’s something we have to do. I just… I’ve been thinking about how much you want this, and I want to help you get it. I’ve read about couples doing this kind of thing—someone who’s, you know, really good at… lasting. And maybe bigger, too. Just to see if it works for you.”

Jacki’s cheeks flushed, and she shook her head, her voice firm.

“Dave, no. That’s… that’s cheating. We’ve never done anything like that. I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”

Her tone softened, but there was a tremor in it, like she was trying to convince herself as much as him.

“I know, baby,” he said, reaching for her hand. “And I want you, always. This wouldn’t be cheating—not to me. It’d be about giving you something you need, something I want you to experience. I’d be okay with it, I promise. It’s not about me not being enough—it’s about you getting what you deserve.”

She pulled her hand back, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I can’t believe you’re even suggesting this,” she said, her voice quieter now, uncertain. “What, you’d just… let some guy sleep with me? And then what? We pretend it didn’t happen?”

Dave leaned closer, his voice steady but gentle.

“Exactly. It’d be one time, someone professional, someone who knows what they’re doing. You get to feel what it’s like to come that way, and then it’s done. No emotions, no complications. Just you get that moment you’ve been wanting. And I’d be there for you, before and after, like always.”

Jacki stared at him, her eyes searching his face.

“You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?” she said, her tone softening, though there was still an edge of disbelief. “You’d be okay with another man… touching me? Being inside me?”

Dave swallowed, the image from the video flashing in his mind—Jacki’s long legs spread, her body trembling under someone else’s thrusts. He nodded.

“Yeah. If it means you get what you want, I’d be okay with it. More than okay. I want you to feel everything, Jacki.”

She looked away, her fingers twisting the hem of her nightgown.

“I don’t know, Dave. It feels… wrong. We’ve always been just us. What if it changes things? What if I can’t look at you the same way after?”

“It won’t change us,” he said, his voice firm now. “I love you too much for that. This would be about your pleasure, nothing else. And if you hate the idea, we drop it. I’ll never bring it up again. But I can’t stop thinking about how close you were the other night, how much you want this. What if this is the way to get it?”

Silence stretched between them. Jacki’s gaze drifted to the ceiling, her lips pursed as she wrestled with the idea.

Finally, she sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

“I can’t believe I’m even considering this,” she muttered, almost to herself. “But… if it’s really just one time, and it’s someone who knows what they’re doing, and there’s no strings… maybe I could try it. Just to see.”

Dave’s heart leapt, though he kept his expression calm.

“Only if you’re sure,” he said, reaching for her hand again. “We’d set it up however you want. You call the shots.”

She nodded slowly, her eyes meeting his.

“Okay. But I need to think about it more. And if we do this, it’s on my terms. No pressure.”

“Absolutely,” he said, squeezing her hand. “Your terms. Always.”

He hesitated, then added, “One more thing… would you be okay with me being there? Watching, maybe? I’d want to be part of it, in some way.”

Jacki’s eyes widened, and she pulled her hand away again, shaking her head firmly.

“No way, Dave. Absolutely not. If I’m doing this, it’s just me and… whoever. I couldn’t handle you watching. It’d feel too weird.”

Her voice was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

Dave nodded, respecting her boundaries.

“Okay, fair enough. Just you, then. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

She exhaled, her expression softening as she leaned into him, her head resting on his chest.

“This is insane,” she whispered. “But… thank you for caring so much. I don’t know if I’m ready, but I’ll do it.”

He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

“Take all the time you need, baby. I’m here.”

The next morning, Dave woke with a knot in his stomach, his decision both thrilling and terrifying. He opened his laptop, his fingers trembling as he messaged Marcus.

“Saturday evening works. Can you book a hotel room? We’ll cover the cost. Let’s make this discreet and comfortable for my wife.”

Marcus replied within the hour, his tone professional: “I’ve got the perfect place—a nice, quiet hotel. I’ll book a room for Saturday, 8 PM. My fee is £500, but if your wife isn’t satisfied, I’ll refund £200, no questions asked. I’ll be there as long as she needs.”

Dave blinked at the confidence in Marcus’s words—no time limit, a money-back guarantee? The man’s self-assurance was almost unnerving. He sent back a quick confirmation, his heart racing as the reality of the plan solidified.

Saturday arrived all too quickly. Dave’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove Jacki to the hotel, a sleek, modern building on the edge of town. His palms were sweaty, his throat dry, and every glance at Jacki in the passenger seat made his chest tighten. She was stunning, wearing a simple black dress that hugged her slim frame, her long legs crossed tightly, her fingers fidgeting with the hem.

Her dark hair was loose, framing her face, and her nipples, always prominent, pressed against the fabric, a symbol of her raw sensuality. But her eyes betrayed her—anxiety flickered in them.

“You okay, baby?” Dave asked, his voice softer than he meant it to be, betraying his nerves.

Jacki exhaled shakily, her hands smoothing her dress for the tenth time.

“I don’t know, Dave. This feels… insane. What if I can’t do this? What if it’s too much?”

Her voice trembled, and she glanced at him, her eyes wide.

“That picture you showed me… his cock… it’s huge! I’ve never had anyone bigger than you. What if it hurts?”

Dave reached over, resting a hand on her thigh, his touch steady despite the storm in his chest.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. If you get there and change your mind, you walk away. I just want you to feel safe and in control. Okay?”

She nodded, biting her lip, but her fingers still twisted nervously in her lap.

“Okay. I just… I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Me neither,” he admitted, forcing a small smile. “But we’re in this together, even if I’m not in the room. You call me the second you’re ready, and I’ll be there.”

The hotel lobby was quiet, the soft hum of ambient music doing little to ease the tension coiling in Dave’s gut. They took the elevator to the fifth floor, Jacki’s hand clutching his tightly, her palm clammy. When they reached the suite, Dave knocked, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might burst. The door opened, and there stood Marcus—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, his smile warm but not overbearing.

His eyes landed on Jacki, and for a moment, they widened, a flicker of genuine admiration crossing his face.

“Wow,” Marcus said, his voice low and sincere. “You’re even more beautiful in person.”

He stepped aside, gesturing them in.

“Come in, please.”

Jacki’s cheeks flushed, her grip on Dave’s hand tightening as they stepped into the suite. The room was elegant—soft lighting, a plush king-sized bed, and a small area with a bottle of champagne chilling on a table. Dave felt a pang of something—jealousy, maybe, or just the surreal weight of the moment. Jacki’s eyes darted around, lingering on Marcus, and Dave could tell she was sizing him up.

He was handsome, no question, with a calm confidence that seemed to put her at ease, even if only slightly.

“You must be Jacki,” Marcus said, offering his hand. “I’m Marcus. It’s really nice to meet you.”

Jacki shook his hand, her movements stiff, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hi. Nice to meet you too.”

She glanced at Dave, her eyes pleading for reassurance.

Dave squeezed her shoulder, his voice steady despite his racing pulse.

“You’ve got this, baby. I’ll be waiting for your call.”

He leaned in, kissing her forehead, lingering just a moment before turning to Marcus. “Take care of her,” he said, his tone firm but not threatening.

“Absolutely,” Marcus replied, his eyes meeting Dave’s with a nod of understanding. “She’s in good hands.”

Dave forced himself to step back, his chest tight as he gave Jacki one last look. She nodded, a small, nervous gesture, and he turned, walking out the door. It clicked shut behind him, and he stood frozen for a moment, his breath shallow. He headed back to the car, the short drive home a blur, his mind torn between anticipation and dread as he waited for her call.

Inside the room, Jacki stood near the door, her arms crossed over her chest, her heart hammering. Marcus moved to the table, picking up the bottle of champagne.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked, his voice warm, no trace of pressure. “It might help take the edge off.”

Jacki nodded, her throat tight. “Yes, please. That sounds good.”

He poured two glasses, the bubbles fizzing softly, and handed one to her. “To new experiences,” he said with a small smile, clinking his glass against hers.

She managed a weak laugh, taking a sip, the crisp bubbles tingling on her tongue. “That’s one way to put it.”

She took another sip, larger this time, and felt the warmth spread through her chest, loosening the knot of nerves slightly. Marcus sat on the edge of the couch, giving her space, his posture relaxed but attentive.

“You seem nervous,” he said gently. “That’s totally okay. We don’t have to rush into anything. We can just talk for a bit, and get to know each other.”

Jacki exhaled, clutching her glass as she sat across from him, her legs crossed tightly. “I am nervous,” she admitted, her voice shaky. “This is… so out of my comfort zone. I’ve never done anything like this. And… I saw your pictures.” Her cheeks flushed deeper, and she looked down at her glass. “You’re… it's really big. It’s a little intimidating.”

Marcus’s smile was kind, not smug. “I get that. It’s a lot to take in—literally and figuratively.” He chuckled softly, and Jacki couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. “But I promise, we go at your pace. If anything feels off, you say the word, and we stop. No pressure, no expectations. This is about you feeling good.”

She nodded, taking another sip of champagne, the alcohol starting to soften the edges of her anxiety. “Thanks. That helps. I just… I’ve been wanting this for a long time. To, you know, feel that… climax... with someone inside me. It’s never happened, and it’s driving me a little crazy. Don't get me wrong, I come with my husband, and it's great, but it's never when he's… inside me.”

Marcus leaned forward slightly, his eyes warm and attentive. “I understand. And I’m here to help you get there. We’ll take it slow, and make sure you’re comfortable every step of the way. You’re in control, Jacki.”

Her shoulders relaxed a fraction, and she took another sip, the champagne making her feel lighter, braver. “You’re really easy to talk to,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good. I'm pleased to hear you say that.” He leaned back, sipping his drink. “So, tell me about you. What do you do when you’re not… embarking on adventures like this?”

Jacki laughed, the sound genuine this time, the champagne loosening her tongue. “I’m a graphic designer. I spend my days making things look pretty on a screen. It’s not exactly thrilling, but I love it.” She tilted her head, studying him. “What about you? Is this… your full-time gig?”

Marcus chuckled, shaking his head. “Not quite. I’m a personal trainer by day. This is more of a… sideline. I like helping people feel good, in whatever way they need. Keeps life interesting.”

She nodded, her smile widening as she drained her glass. The alcohol was working its magic, her body relaxing, her nerves easing into a warm buzz. “You’re good at this,” she said, setting her glass down. “Making me feel less like I’m about to jump off a cliff.”

“That’s the goal,” he said, standing to refill her glass. “Another?”

“Sure,” she said, her voice steadier now. As he poured, she watched him, taking in his broad shoulders, and the easy confidence in his movements. Her mind flicked to the photo of his cock, massive and daunting, but so arousing, and the kick of the champagne now made the idea less frightening, more… intriguing.

“So, how do we… start this?” she asked, her voice soft but curious.

Marcus sat back down, his eyes meeting hers, warm and reassuring. “We start when you’re ready. Maybe we just keep talking, or maybe I kiss you, and see how that feels. You tell me what you want, Jacki. I’m here for you.”

She swallowed, her heart still racing but now with a mix of nerves and anticipation. The champagne had done its job, melting her inhibitions just enough. “Okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s… let’s see where this goes.”

Marcus set Jacki’s champagne glass on the table with a gentle clink, his eyes locked on hers, warm and inviting. He stepped closer, his hands on her shoulders, his touch firm yet tender. He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss across her lips, a gentle press that carried no demand. Jacki’s heart fluttered, her lips parting slightly, but she held back, a quiet boundary in her mind—she wanted to keep the deep, passionate kisses for Dave, her husband.

Marcus sensed it, his lips lingering only a moment before pulling back with a knowing smile, his hands sliding down her arms, calming her. “May I?” he murmured, his fingers grazing the straps of her black dress.

Jacki nodded, her breath catching as he slowly peeled the fabric down, revealing her skin inch by inch. The dress slipped over her shoulders, past her narrow waist, pooling at her feet. Marcus’s gaze fell to her breasts—small, deliciously pointed, her long dark nipples standing proud, almost defiant in their arousal.

He let out a sigh, his voice low. “God, Jacki, your breasts are exquisite.”

His hands cupped them gently, thumbs brushing over her nipples, sending a jolt of electricity through her. When he bent his head, his lips closing softly around one stiff peak, Jacki gasped, her body arching instinctively. His tongue swirled, slow and deliberate, and she instantly felt the familiar rush of heat between her legs, her pussy growing wet with desire.

Marcus eased the dress completely off, leaving her in nothing but a white thong, the thin fabric clinging to her curves. His eyes traced the neat landing strip of dark hair on her mound, visible through the sheer material, and he smiled, a glint of hunger in his gaze. “You’re stunning,” he said.

Jacki’s cheeks flushed, but the champagne and his warmth had melted her nerves, replacing them with desire. He stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt with unhurried confidence, revealing a broad, muscular chest dusted with dark hair. His jeans followed, and when he stood before her, naked, Jacki’s breath caught in her throat.

His cock was semi-erect, hanging heavy between his thighs. Even in this state, it was thicker and longer than anything she’d ever seen, a commanding presence that made her pulse race with a mix of awe and trepidation. Her eyes widened, her lips parting as she stared. It was beautiful—its thick veins curling beneath smooth skin, the circumcised head broad and bulbous. Her pussy clenched at the sight, a fresh surge of wetness soaking into her thong.

Marcus moved closer, his strength effortless as he scooped her into his arms, her slim frame weightless against his solid build. He carried her to the bed, laying her gently on the crisp white sheets, the cool fabric a contrast to her heated skin. He stretched out beside her, his body a wall of warmth, and began to kiss her—not her lips this time, but her cheeks, soft and feather-light, then her neck, where his lips lingered, grazing the sensitive skin below her ear.

Jacki shivered, her body alive with sensation as his mouth moved lower, kissing the swell of her breasts, sucking gently on her nipples, coaxing a low moan from her throat. His hand roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist, and the flare of her hips, until it reached the edge of her thong. He tugged it down slightly, and Jacki, caught in the rising tide, reached down and slid it off entirely, tossing it aside.

She lay naked before him, her pussy glistening, the landing strip above it a dark contrast against her pale skin. Marcus’s hand found her inner thigh, his touch firm but gentle, and when his fingers brushed her pussy lips, Jacki’s hips bucked, a soft whimper escaping her.

He slid one finger inside her, slow and deliberate, feeling the heat of her inside. “So wet,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers through her. His finger curled, stroking that sensitive spot, and Jacki writhed, her moans growing louder, her body surrendering to the pleasure.

She felt his cock against her hip, now fully erect, its heat and hardness pressing into her skin. Unable to resist, she reached down, her fingers encircling it. Her hand barely closed around its girth, her fingers and thumb struggling to meet! It felt impossibly thick, rigid, pulsing with life, and the sheer size of it made her head spin with a dizzying mix of desire and disbelief.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice trembling with lust. She stroked him slowly, marvelling at the weight, the way the thick veins throbbed under her touch, the swollen head becoming wet with a trickle of precum. Her pussy ached, desperate for what she hoped he could give her, and she could feel her moisture running freely between her legs.

On impulse, Jacki sat up, her body acting before her mind could catch up. She bent over him, her lips brushing the length of his cock, kissing the warm, velvety skin. Marcus lay back, a low groan escaping him as she traced the curling veins with her tongue, her lips travelling from base to tip.

The head was massive, and she thought that it would never fit inside her, but she kissed it lightly, her tongue sliding over the ridge. She opened her mouth, stretching wide to take the head, her lips straining to accommodate it. It filled her mouth, heavy and warm, and she sucked gently, savouring the salty taste of his precum.

Marcus’s hand rested lightly on her hair, his voice rough with pleasure. “Fuck, Jacki, that feels incredible.”

She worked him with her lips and hand, her arousal spiking with every moan he made. Marcus sensed her readiness, her body trembling with need. He gently eased her off, pushing her onto her back with a tender but firm hand.

“I want you,” he said, his eyes locked on hers, dark with desire. He spread her legs wide, her pussy fully exposed, her lips pouting open and glistening, and he positioned himself between her thighs.

The head of his cock pressed against her, the touch made her heart race. He paused, looking down at her, his voice soft but intense. “Ready?”

Jacki’s eyes were wide, her body trembling with anticipation, her pussy aching to be filled. “Oh yes,” she breathed, her hips lifting slightly, inviting him in. “Please, put it in me!”

The sheer size of him made her stomach twist with a delicious, almost nauseous anticipation. It was alien, this sensation of being on the brink of taking a cock so immense, yet her body craved it, her hips twitching involuntarily, urging him closer.

“Slow, okay?” Marcus murmured, his voice a soothing rumble. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Jacki nodded, her lips parted, her eyes wide with a mix of trust and hunger. “I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. She tilted her pelvis slightly, opening herself to him, her legs spreading wider.

Marcus pressed forward, the bulbous head of his cock nudging between her pussy lips, parting them with agonizing slowness. Millimetre by millimetre, he eased into her, his control steady, his gaze never leaving her face. Jacki gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets as she felt the initial stretch as the mouth of her tight little pussy yielded to his onslaught. It was intense, almost overwhelming.

Her body felt alive, every nerve singing with a mix of pleasure and the faintest edge of discomfort, a heady blend that made her feel dizzy, sick with lust. “Oh God,” she moaned, her voice low and raw, her hips shifting to find the perfect angle.

The head was now inside her with her pussy lips stretched taut around the shaft, clinging to him like a second skin. She thought she could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it pushed into her, a slow, relentless invasion sending shivers to her core. Marcus moved with deliberate care, his cock inching deeper, the wetness of her pussy easing his way.

Jacki’s breath came in little gasps with each push, her body adjusting, her inner walls stretching to embrace him. His length seemed endless, filling her in ways she hadn’t thought possible, each slow thrust pushing her boundaries further. Her eyes closed, her head tipping back as she surrendered to the sensation, her moans soft and continuous.

Suddenly, a dull ache bloomed deep inside, a signal she’d reached her limit. She winced, her body tensing, and Marcus froze instantly, withdrawing slightly.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle, his elbows braced on either side of her, supporting his weight.

Jacki nodded, her breath shaky, her eyes opening to meet his. “Yeah… just… go easy, I am only little,” she said, a small, nervous laugh escaping her.

She glanced down, her heart skipping a beat at the sight—only an inch or so of his thick shaft remained outside her, the rest of his massive cock was buried deep inside, her lips stretched impossibly tight around him. What her inner organs were doing was a mystery – where had he pushed them to? “Dear God,” she whispered, her voice trembling with awe. “You’re… almost all in.”

Marcus smiled, a mix of pride and care in his expression. “You’re doing amazingly,” he said softly, easing back slightly to relieve the pressure. “We’ll stay right here, okay? No deeper unless you want it.”

Jacki exhaled, her body relaxing as the dull pain faded, replaced by a throbbing, sensual pleasure. She felt full, gloriously so, her pussy pulsing around his girth, every nerve alight with sensation. She tilted her hips again, a subtle invitation, her voice husky with need. “Keep going… slow. I want to feel you… all of you.”

Marcus nodded and began to move again, his cock sliding in and out with measured, languid strokes, each one a delicate dance of pleasure and restraint. Jacki’s moans grew louder, her body arching beneath him, her nipples erect with desire as she lost herself to the slow, beautiful penetration, her pussy stretching, yielding, welcoming every inch of him.

Her hands sought his hips, fingers digging into the firm muscle, then sliding back to grip his buttocks, feeling the power in each flex. She held him tightly, partly to urge him deeper, and to temper his thrusts, ensuring he didn’t overwhelm her. The initial sensation of being stretched beyond her limits began to melt away, replaced by a liquid, flowing warmth as her body yielded to him, welcoming him in with an eager embrace.

She looked down at her stomach – it rose and fell with each thrust of the beast inside – obscene but so exciting! Jacki lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, her heels pressing into his lower back as she tilted her pelvis to meet him.

Marcus’s eyes stayed locked on hers, attentive, searching for any sign of hesitation, but all he saw was her growing abandon, her lips parted, her moans low and primal. He increased his pace, his thrusts growing longer, deeper. Jacki’s fingers tightened on his hips, her nails biting into his skin as she surrendered to the sensation, her body alive with pleasure.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her head tilting back as she arched her back beneath him. She had never felt so filled, so utterly crammed with cock—a masterful, majestic presence that seemed to claim every inch of her. Her pussy clenched around him, slick and hot, each thrust sending a wave of ecstasy that made her toes curl, and her nipples harden even more.

Her hands went to her breasts, and she pinched and tugged on her nipples, sending shivers of delight down to her crotch. Marcus looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire, a bead of sweat glistening on his brow.

“Good?” he asked, his voice a low growl, rough with his own growing arousal.

“Oh yes,” Jacki gasped, her words spilling out in a breathless rush. “It’s wonderful! You're wonderful!” Her voice broke, a mix of awe and desperation, as she felt her pussy clenching involuntarily.

Her gaze drifted downward, drawn to the breathtaking sight - his thick phallus speared into her slender frame, the contrast stark and electrifying—her skin pale against his tanned, muscular form, his massive cock stretching her pussy lips so wide. As he withdrew, she watched, mesmerized, as her lips clung to him, pulling taut before snapping back with each thrust. The motion tugged at the delicate folds around her clit, exposing the sensitive nub, its pink tip appearing and disappearing with each rhythmic stroke.

The rubbing on her clit was exquisite – 'surely this will make me come' she thought. The sight was raw and carnal. “Oh fuck!” she gasped, her voice rising as Marcus picked up the pace, his thrusts faster now, deeper, each one driving into her with a steady, relentless rhythm.

Her pussy pulsed around him, sparks of pleasure that built with every stroke. The tug on her clit, the stretch of her lips, the fullness of his cock—it was overwhelming, a symphony of sensations that pushed her ever closer to the edge she’d chased for so long. Her moans grew louder, uninhibited, filling the room as she writhed beneath him, her hands pulling him closer, urging him to fuck her harder - faster.

Marcus obliged, his hips snapping forward, his cock plunging into her with a force that made her body quiver. Each thrust sent a shockwave through her, her breasts bouncing wildly on her chest. She could feel the pressure building into a deep, coiling heat in her core that promised release.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, her voice desperate, her eyes locked on the sight of his cock ravishing her. “Please - don’t stop!” The world around her dissolved – all she could sense was the intense thrill in her cunt as it was fucked by Marcus’s magnificent cock.

“Oh God, Marcus, fuck me, fuck me!” she gasped, her voice raw, desperate, her eyes locked on his, wide with the intensity of her mounting pleasure.

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a low growl. “Let go, Jacki. I’ve got you.”

His words were a catalyst, pushing her closer to the edge. His thrusts quickened, each one hitting a spot inside her that sent shockwaves through her body. The coil inside her tightened, a pressure now so intense she thought she might scream.

“I’m so close,” she whimpered, her voice breaking, her hands clawing at his back, her nails leaving faint red trails. Marcus’s cock plunged in and out, relentless, each thrust a masterful stroke that pushed her higher.

She looked down again at the sight of his thick cock spearing into her slender body. The sight was so carnal it pushed her over the edge. "Yes!" she screamed, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

The orgasm cascaded over her like a wave, a blinding, all-consuming force that made her vision blur and her breath catch in her throat. Jacki’s body jerked, her pussy clamping down on Marcus’s cock with a ferocity that made him groan. The pleasure was cataclysmic, radiating from her core in white-hot pulses that shot through every inch of her body. Her nipples burned, tingling as if kissed by lightning, and spasms of ecstasy raced down her legs, her toes curling so hard they cramped.

Her entire body shook, wracked by waves of pleasure that felt like they might tear her apart. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” she cried, her voice incoherent, a primal scream of release as her cunt spasmed around him, milking his cock with rhythmic clenches.

Jacki clung to Marcus, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, her face buried in his neck as she rode the crest of her orgasm. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt—not just in her pussy, but everywhere, a full-body ecstasy that made her feel like she might pass out. Her heart pounded, her breath came in ragged sobs, and her pussy pulsed with aftershocks, each one drawing a soft whimper from her lips.

Her skin was soaked with sweat. Marcus slowed his movements, his cock still buried deep, letting her ride out the waves of her climax. He murmured soft words of encouragement, his hands stroking her sides, soothing her as she trembled beneath him.

Jacki’s eyes fluttered open, her body still quivering with the intensity of what she’d just experienced. “Holy shit,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, a disbelieving laugh escaping her. “That was… I’ve never…” She trailed off, unable to find words for the shattering pleasure that had coursed through her, the orgasm she’d chased for so long finally hers, more intense than she'd ever imagined.

Marcus smiled, his eyes warm with satisfaction. “You’re incredible,” he said softly, easing back slightly but remaining inside her, his cock a steady, reassuring presence.

Jacki’s pussy twitched around him, still sensitive, still craving, and she knew this moment—this feeling—would change her forever.

When her spasms ceased, Marcus eased back, his massive cock slipping slowly from Jacki’s pussy, each inch of departure made her whimper softly. His cock slipped free, glistening with her juices, a thick, rigid tube of male flesh. Her body ached with the sudden emptiness, loath to let him go.

Jacki panted as she lay beside him, her long legs tangled with his, her skin flushed and soaked with sweat. Her heart still raced, her body humming in the afterglow of an orgasm so intense she could scarcely believe it. She turned her head, her dark eyes meeting his, a shy smile curving her lips.

“That was… unbelievable,” she whispered, her voice raw, still trembling with the echo of her pleasure. “I’ve never felt anything like that. It was like… my whole body was on fire. Not just down there, but everywhere—my legs, my nipples, everything. I thought I was going to pass out.”

Her gaze drifted downward, alighting on his cock, still so heavy and thick, lying bolt upright against his stomach. The sight sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, her pussy clenching despite itself, a hungry ache stirring deep inside. She hadn’t expected to want more, not after that orgasm, but her need was undeniable, a primal pull that made her skin tingle.

Her hand moved almost on its own, reaching for him, her fingers caressing the wet, slippery length of his cock. It now felt familiar and inviting, and she wrapped her hand around it, loving the feel of it.

"You didn't come, did you?" she asked.

He shook his head. "No, ladies first."

She giggled and squeezed his cock tightly. “Marcus,” she whispered, her voice thick with renewed desire, “I want you again.”

He grinned, a knowing glint in his eyes - he’d seen this many times before—women caught in the spell of their unleashed desire, craving more of the magic he could give them. “I’m all yours,” he murmured, his voice low and encouraging, his hand resting lightly on her hips as she sat up.

Jacki took charge, her body driven by newfound confidence. She shifted, straddling him in a position she loved with her husband, her legs bracketing his hips, her slender frame poised above his muscular one. A dribble of liquid fell from her pussy, landing on his cock, glistening in the soft light of the room.

Her eyes locked on his, burning with an intense, almost feral desire, her lips parted as she reached between her legs, grasped his cock and lifted it upright. The head pressed against her entrance, and she shuddered, her pussy already open and ready.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself, the head slipping inside, stretching her once more. Her face was a picture of lust, her eyes half-closed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she took him in.

In this position, she knew she could control everything—the angle, the depth, the pace. She slid down his length, inch by inch, her pussy stretching to take his full size, and to her surprise, she found she could take all of him, every glorious inch! Her buttocks settled against his hips, his cock buried to the hilt, filling her completely.

She felt a thrill of triumph. “Oh fuck, Marcus,” she moaned, her voice low and sultry, “you’re so fucking deep.”

She began to move, rocking her hips, riding him with slow, deliberate strokes, savouring the way his cock stretched her, the way it hit every sensitive spot inside her. Her hands braced on his chest, her fingers digging into his muscles as she picked up the pace, sliding up and down his full length, her pussy gripping him tightly.

“God, your cock feels so good,” she gasped, her voice dripping with raw need. “So fucking big, filling my cunt!"

The dirty words spilled from her, unfiltered, fuelled by the champagne and the sheer ecstasy of controlling the massive cock inside her. She leaned forward, her breasts hanging down, giving him a beautiful view of her long nipples as she fucked him harder, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the room.

“Look at you, stretching my cunt so wide!” she purred, her voice a mix of awe and lust, her eyes glancing down to where their bodies joined. Her pussy lips clung to him, stretched taut, her clit throbbing as it rubbed against his pubic bone.

“Fuck, I love this,” she moaned, her rhythm growing faster, more desperate. “I love riding your cock, Marcus. It’s so fucking good!”

Marcus groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips, guiding but not controlling, letting her set the pace. Her movements became frantic, her pussy clenching around him as the pleasure built again.

Each downward thrust drove him deep, and her moans turned to cries, raw and uninhibited. “Oh God, I’m gonna come again,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Fuck, Marcus, I'm coming!”

The orgasm hit like a storm, even more intense than the first, a blinding explosion of pleasure that ripped through her body. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, gripping with such force she thought she might tear. She quivered, her breath coming in ragged sobs as she screamed, “Oh fuck, yes, yes!”

Incoherent noises came from her mouth, a primal chant of release as her cunt pulsed around him, milking his cock with rhythmic clenches. Her sweat dripped from her, her long hair clinging to her face. The orgasm seemed to last forever, each aftershock wracking her body, leaving her dizzy, and on the verge of collapse.

She slumped forward, her forehead resting against his, her breath coming in gasps. “Holy fuck,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, a disbelieving laugh escaping her. “I didn’t know… it could feel like this.”

Marcus stroked her back, his touch gentle, soothing her as she trembled in the aftermath. “You’re amazing, Jacki,” he said softly, his voice warm with admiration.

She smiled, her body still buzzing, her pussy still twitching around his cock, and for the first time, she felt truly satisfied, the elusive orgasm she’d chased for so long now hers—not once, but twice, in a way that left her forever changed.

She glanced down at him, her eyes widening as she took in his thick, solid shaft, still hard and glistening with their combined fluids. The realization hit her—she’d come twice, shattered by pleasure, and yet he hadn’t. His staying power was staggering, almost unreal.

“You haven’t come yet,” she said, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief, her breath still uneven. “That’s… amazing.”

Marcus turned his head, his eyes warm and steady, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I only come when you give me permission,” he said, his voice low, laced with a quiet intensity that made her pulse quicken. “This is about you, Jacki. Your pleasure comes first.”

The words sent a thrill through her, the idea that his release was in her hands igniting a fresh wave of desire. Her gaze went to his cock again, still rigid, and her pussy clenched with renewed need.

“I want you to come,” she said, her voice firm, her eyes locking on his. “Fuck me again,” she whispered, incredulous at her own words, the raw hunger in them. "And this time it's for you – I want you to come!"

Marcus’s smile widened, a glint of hunger in his eyes as he laid her back on the bed and moved over her, his hands gently spreading her long legs. He took a pillow and put it under her hips to lift her pelvis, and positioned himself between her thighs, his cock nuzzling against her entrance.

This time, it slid in effortlessly, her pussy welcoming him with an eager embrace. Jacki could not believe how quickly the fire in her loins rekindled. “Oh yes, fuck me, Marcus,” she moaned, her voice raw, her hips lifting to meet him as he filled her completely.

Marcus began to move, his rhythm different now—less measured, more primal, driven by his own need. His thrusts were harder, faster, his cock plunging into her tight cunt with a force that made her gasp.

He looked down, his eyes fixed on the sight of his thick shaft plunging in and out, her pussy lips stretched taut around him. Her saw her breasts jiggling with each thrust, and the sight seemed to fuel him, his grunts growing deeper, more animalistic.

Jacki watched him as she saw the raw pleasure in his face, the way he was using her now to satisfy his own lust. The knowledge that she was so obviously pleasing him was intoxicating, and her pleasure began to build again.

'I can’t come again', she thought, her mind reeling at the idea. 'Three times?' It seemed impossible, yet her body said different, her pussy pulsing around his cock, her clit swollen and throbbing with every thrust.

“Oh fuck, Marcus,” she whimpered, her voice breaking, “you’re so good. Your cock… it fills my cunt so perfectly. Keep fucking me, don’t stop!”

Marcus’s thrusts grew more intense, his hips snapping forward, but he was careful, never pushing too deep, ever mindful of her limits. His grunts filled the air, mingling with her moans, and Jacki’s body responded, her pleasure spiralling higher.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming again!” she cried, her voice desperate, incredulous. The orgasm hit hard, a searing wave of ecstasy that tore through her. Her cries were high pitched, a raw, primal sound as her cunt spasmed, gripping him tightly, each pulse drawing a whimper from her lips.

Marcus slowed his thrusts, watching her with dark, attentive eyes, letting her ride out her climax. His cock moved gently now, each stroke prolonging her pleasure, her pussy still twitching around him.

When the spasms finally eased, Jacki looked up at him, her breath ragged, her voice hoarse. “Come, Marcus,” she moaned, her eyes burning with desire. “Come for me.”

“Where do you want me to come?” he asked, his voice rough, his control fraying. “Pussy… tits… mouth?”

Jacki’s mind reeled at the question—she’d never been asked such a lewd thing before, and the rawness of it sent a fresh jolt of lust through her. If he came inside her, she wouldn’t see it, and she loved watching a man’s ejaculation, the gushing proof of his pleasure. To watch that giant cock spurt would be wonderful!

“Tits…” she gasped, her voice trembling with excitement, “…and my mouth!”

Marcus groaned, his thrusts picking up speed, his cock plunging into her with a fierce, hungry rhythm. Jacki watched him, her heart racing as she revelled in the sight of him taking his pleasure, his face taut with lust.

Suddenly, he pulled out, moving swiftly to kneel astride her waist, his hand gripping his cock. The head was swollen and glistening, an angry purple hue, and Jacki’s breath caught as he aimed it at her chest.

With a roar, he came, a thick jet of creamy sperm erupting from the tip, splashing across her breasts, coating her nipples in warm, sticky cream. A second jet followed, then a third, anointing her breasts with his sperm.

“My mouth!” Jacki gasped, her lust boundless, her body loving the carnal thrill of what she was saying. She opened her mouth wide, eager, and Marcus adjusted his aim - the next spurt whipped across her cheek and the pillow, a hot streak that made her gasp.

He corrected quickly, the next jet landing neatly on her outstretched tongue, the sudden smell and taste of the heavy, creamy liquid in her mouth flooding her senses. Jacki moaned, swallowing greedily, savouring the raw intimacy of it.

On impulse she sat up, and grabbed his cock, pulling him towards her. Her lips closed over the spurting head. She sucked hard, drawing out every last drop, her pussy throbbing with the sheer debauchery of what she was doing.

His cum was thick, warm - it filled her mouth, and she drank him down, her body alive with the thrill of it. She could scarcely believe that she was avidly swallowing the sperm from a man who she had just met!

Marcus watched her suck the last drops from him and pulled away, collapsing beside her, his chest heaving, a low laugh escaping him.

He had seen from her picture that she was gorgeous, but he could never have guessed that she would become so wild. “Fuck, Jacki, you’re amazing,” he said. “I never thought you’d be such…”

“Such a slut?” Jacki finished, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Her body was still buzzing, her breasts dripping with his cum, pearly droplets on her face and lips.

Marcus laughed, shaking his head. “Well, I wouldn’t have said that.”

But Jacki was delirious with excitement, her mind reeling with the reality of what she’d done. She’d achieved her quest—not one, but three cock-induced orgasms, each more intense than the last. And she’d pushed her boundaries, letting Marcus spurt over her breasts and into her mouth, like a scene in a dirty porn movie.

She revelled in the raw, liberated thrill of it. She felt like a slut—a deliciously sexy, empowered slut—and the realization made her laugh, a sound of pure, unfiltered joy.

Jacki had never felt so alive, so free, so utterly satisfied!