My husband was away on a business trip, and I decided today was the perfect day for some exercise, so I got out my skateboard to skate through the neighborhood and the running path not far from my home. I was looking hot in my white tank top and daisy dukes.

As I was skateboarding through the running path, I laid eyes on Bob, who sometimes golfed with my husband. Bob was 6’2”, around 220 pounds, very muscular and lean. He had a handsome face and a smooth, shaved head. He was shirtless, wearing red running shorts, and running the same path as I was. I had stopped at the drinking fountain after passing Bob. When Bob caught up to me, he stopped as well. We said our usual polite hello, but I could not help taking glances at his chest and legs. He looked so powerful!

Bob was also looking me up and down. Bob knew that Jack and I were heavy into the lifestyle when he blabbed it to Bob on the golf course, so Bob knew the score and started flirting with me. I flirted back, which led to Bob inviting me to his house to relax with a beer.

Bob’s house was huge, well decorated, and had a pool and Jacuzzi out back. After the tour, we ended up in the kitchen, chatting and drinking beer. After three beers, Bob invited me out to the back deck to continue our conversation. After more chatting, Bob asked if I would like to try out the Jacuzzi. I told him that I would, but I did not have a bathing suit with me. He said that he might have something left behind from an old girlfriend that would fit me.

He came back minutes later with a red bikini. He showed me the bathroom where I could change. The bottoms fit well, but the top was too tight, so I kept my tank top on.

I walked out onto the deck, and Bob was already in the Jacuzzi with another beer for me. He had also brought out some cut limes, tequila, and a salt shaker. As I walked out. Bob stared at me and told me how beautiful I looked. I blushed a little and thanked him for the compliment. Then I explained the top was too small for me, and slid into the warm, foaming water of the Jacuzzi. We continued our conversation, and to hear each other, we ended up side by side with Bob’s arm around me. I was comfortable and feeling no pain.

While we were comfortable sitting next to each other, Bob suggested we do a shot of tequila. Being somewhat of a party girl, I agreed because it sounded like fun. Bob got out of the water to get the shot glasses, and that’s when I saw it. He had kept the same running shorts on from earlier, and now that they were wet, they stuck to his body. They also stuck to his cock, which was quite large.

Bob heard me gasp, and he looked down at what I was staring at. When his eyes met mine, he smiled. Then he went on preparing the shots. I could feel myself getting wet and a strong sexual attraction growing, starting in the pit of my belly. We did two tequila shots together, and Bob asked me if I had ever done a body shot before.

I told him that I had, and I decided to go first. I told him I wanted to do mine on his chest. He put the salt on his left pectoral, and I leaned in and licked the salt off his chest. The smell of him this close got my hormones racing, and I made sure to grab his pecs with both hands before finishing. I stood up, sucked on the lime, and took my shot.

Bob clapped and said, “My turn.” Then he looked down at my chest. I wondered why he was staring, then I looked down and saw that my top, wet from the water, was translucent and that my nipple and breasts were visible.

“Oops…sorry,” I said.

“Don’t be,” he replied.

I sank into the water, feeling mildly embarrassed, but also…very much turned on. Bob chose my left shoulder. I lowered the shoulder strap of my top and applied the salt. Again, when he moved closer, the smell of him was intoxicating.

I took my next turn and chose his belly. His next shot was on my belly. I did another shot on his chest. He requested to take his next shot between my tits, which meant I had to lift my top and expose my breasts. I did one better and removed it completely. Now I was standing in the Jacuzzi with only a bikini bottom keeping me from being entirely naked.

We never even got to the next shot. He leaned in and kissed me. We pulled each other close, and his hands went around me, cradling my ass most wonderfully. I also pulled him tight and could feel the hardness of his member in his shorts.

After a few minutes, I pulled back to look down, and he asked if there was anything wrong.

“No,” I replied, but I could feel his junk press against me when we kissed. “It’s just that I could feel it when you pressed against me,” I teased.

“Do you want to see it?” He asked.

“Yes…why not?” I answered.

Bob began to lower his shorts, and his cock sprang from the top of his waistband. It looked to be at least eight inches long and very thick. Just looking at it caused my pussy to throb. I licked my lips and smiled at him. I asked if I could touch it, and after Bob said yes, I reached out and touched it gently. It jumped when I touched it, and I could tell it was very sensitive.

“Is this as large as it gets?” I asked.

“No, it gets a little bigger when it’s fully erect,” Bob informed me.

“Mmm…how sexy,” I mewed, and grabbed it with both hands, leaned in to kiss him, and added, “Can I see if I can make it bigger?”

“Go for it, baby!”

I started stroking his cock back and forth, and I could feel it growing larger in my hands. Excitement swelled my chest. I wanted to get him fully erect. In the meantime, he sat back and started playing with my tits as I kept stroking him. Letting him toy with my breasts and tweak my nipples was driving me crazy, and before I realized it, I had his cock fully erect.

I leaned in, bringing his cock close to my face. Without the slightest hesitation, I took it into my mouth and started sucking on it. Bob told me that he loved what I was doing and enjoyed watching me get down on it. He also reached in between my legs, moved the bikini gusset to the side, and started rubbing and fingering my pussy and clit.

With my mouth around his cock and his fingers in my pussy, I shuddered, arched my back, and screamed as my first orgasm rocked my body. Seconds later, Bob filled my mouth with hot, salty semen. I swallowed most of his load, but some dripped from my lips and strung from my chin. The heavy strings broke off and landed on my tits. After I finished cleaning him up and the cum from my chin and lips, he kissed me deeply.

Bob thanked me for one of the best blowjobs he had in a long time, and I thanked him equally for bringing me off. I felt something hard twitch against my belly and looked down at where his cock was, still hard.

“Do you want to continue?” I asked.

“Most certainly,” Bob replied.

He lifted me onto the side of the Jacuzzi. In one motion, he pulled the bikini bottom down my legs and tossed it to the side. He lowered his head to my pussy, and did a fantastic job of eating me out. He brought me through two orgasms, both while holding me down and making me scream from pleasure. My orgasms were so intense that I thought I might have pulled a muscle in my back when I stiffened, arched my back, and flooded his mouth.

“Did you like that?” Bob asked, licking my orgasmic juices from his lips.

“Totally,” I softly replied.

“Let’s take this to my bedroom,” he suggested.

I wasn’t about to argue with that. I wanted more of his cock. We got out of the Jacuzzi and went inside his house, where he led me to his bedroom. He grabbed a couple of towels for us to dry off, then we turned toward the bed. He pulled the comforter down, and together, we got on the bed.

I looked down at his crotch, and there again was that big cock staring at me. Bob was still hard, so I slid down the side of his body, kissing his chest, licking his nipples, swirling my tongue in his belly button, and continued down to his cock. I took him into my mouth again and began sucking. When I started tasting his pre-cum, I told Bob that I wanted to see how his cock felt inside me.

Bob agreed to let me try him on for size, and we decided that it would be best if I were on top. He stretched out on his back, and I straddled his hips, reached under me, and grabbed his cock, positioning the head against the entrance of my pussy.

My pussy was already drenched, so he slipped in easily as I slowly lowered on him. I took half of his length inside my tight pussy, and stopped. The feeling was incredible, even more so when Bob reached up and tweaked my nipples. I rose and lowered again, enjoying the pleasure of Bob’s hands massaging my tits. This time I took his entire length. I rose and sank on his magnificent cock several times, which brought about a very intense orgasm.

When Bob heard my familiar gasp and moan of ecstasy and felt my pussy spasm around his cock, he rolled me over onto my back and fucked me in the missionary position.

“Do you like it like this, Rhonda?” Bob asked as he slowly fucked me, using the full length of his cock, grinding against me every time he bottomed out and rested his balls against my ass.

“Yes…oh, yes…Bob…I love having you inside me,” I moaned, and bent my legs back to give him all the access he needed.

As Bob continued fucking me, he picked up his pace a little, then he slowed to tell me how beautiful I looked beneath him. He picked up his pace again, causing my mouth to open with moans and my eyes to close from the pleasure.

Then he picked up his pace again, fucking me hard and deep, causing me to moan, gasp, and cry out at times. He kept driving in and out of me, slapping his balls against my ass. He caused me to claw his back with another toe-curling orgasm rushing through me. But Bob didn’t stop. He fucked me so hard, it felt like I might split in two, but it felt so incredible as I had yet another mind-blowing orgasm. By the time Bob finally came, I had come a half-dozen times, and when he pulled out, it felt like a piece of me left with him.

Like the good girl I am, I dutifully took his cock in my mouth and cleaned it for him. We fucked two more times that afternoon before I left on my skateboard and headed home.

The next day, when Jack returned from his business trip, I told him everything that happened between Bob and me. Jack, of course, loved every detail of my time with Bob.

Well, after our first time together, Bob and I started seeing each other whenever we could. Each time, I would go to his house to ride that wonderful cock again and again. Whenever I visited Bob, he insisted I wear something sexy, so I always tried to surprise him by ranging from the shortest miniskirts and frilly dresses, to extremely tight jeans with sheer tank tops.

I rarely wore underwear, and Bob seemed to love it as soon as my clothes came off; he would fuck the hell out of me, insisting I tell him how much I was a slut for his big cock. And I really was; I would do anything for that cock of his.

Slowly, over the span of a few months, Bob started taking me out to clubs with him when Jack was out of town. Bob knew the bouncers at the finest, hottest clubs, so we never had to stand in line. I loved going out with him and the sessions that we had after. Dancing, meeting all of his friends, and getting drunk with Bob were great. Coming back to his place and riding his big cock was always the best part for me.

End of story.