Lena's Secret Big Cock Fantasy

Insecurity threatened to consume him, yet his lust burned stronger. "What kind of man do you fantasise fucking?" Jack asked, genuinely interested in knowing what type of guy his wife found attractive.

Lena considered his question carefully. Although she never intended to act upon any of her fantasies, she realised sharing her vision might help alleviate some of Jack's concerns. She was fully aware Jack's cock was rock hard inside her pussy, but he had stopped fucking her. The silence in the bedroom was deafening.

"Well, he's tall, taller than you," she started, giving Jack a chance to compare himself to her ideal partner. "And very masculine, with broad shoulders and defined arms," Lena started embarrassingly.

"Is it Brian?" Jack asked suddenly.

Brian was Jack's friend from work. He was tall and incredibly handsome. Lena had met him a couple of times at office parties, but not more often than that or in any other setting. Jack had always been somewhat jealous of Brian. Brian was the type of guy everyone liked. Guys wanted to be him, girls wanted to be with him. In his mind's eye, Brian was exactly the type of guy Lena described - tall, muscular and masculine. If not for Brian being incredibly likeable, Jack would have hated such a guy - he was in many ways, everything Jack wasn't and wanted to be.

"No, it's not Brian," Lena said, "It's nobody. Just faceless strangers. You know, just a fantasy."

"Do these strangers have big cocks?" Jack asked.

Lena wasn't sure how to respond. She didn't know why Jack was so insistent on this line of questioning. She wasn't sure what he wanted to hear. Did he want to know her fantasies involved guys with big cocks? Is that what he wanted her to say? Or did he want to know he was a better lover than her fantasy man?

Lena was torn between honesty and protecting her husband's feelings. But before she could decide what to say, Jack spoke first.

"So, tell me then, how does my little cock measure up compared to these big ones you're daydreaming about?" As he spoke, he pushed himself up off her and withdrew with cock from her pussy. He held his erection tightly, feeling like at that moment his cock was the hardest it has been in a long time. Unable to look away from Lena's face, he held her gaze whilst stroking his cock with a drip of precum forming. His eyes dared her to speak the truth. He was filled with anxiety, eager to know if he measured up to her unspoken desires.

Lena swallowed nervously, wondering if she truly had to answer this question honestly.

How did her husband's cock stack up against her vivid fantasies? Even though Jack knew full well he couldn't compete physically with the stranger-lovers in her imagination, she owed him an answer. Finally, she offered, "Honey, you know how much I love you, right? And our intimate moments, too. It's different because..."

Her voice trailed off as she searched for the appropriate response, wanting to express her true feelings without causing further damage to her husband's fragile ego.

Lifting her head, she stared deep into Jack's eyes and told him the brutally honest truth. "They usually have large cocks," she replied bluntly. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" Seeing shock etched across Jack's features, Lena hurried to clarify. "But that doesn't mean I actually want to sleep with anyone besides you, darling. My fantasies aren't real. They're just, well, fantasies."

At once, Lena regretted her words, fearing she might have hurt Jack even more deeply.

However, she quickly noticed that Jack seemed less concerned about the comparison of their sex lives and focused instead on the fact that she had admitted to having these fantasies. With a hint of acceptance, he took her hand and pressed it firmly onto his erect member. Lena wrapped her fingers tightly around her husband's cock, noting that only the head peaked out of her small hands.

"How big are their cocks? How much bigger than mine are they?"

Jack continued probing. His heart raced, equal parts terror and exhilaration rushing through his veins. Was he ready to hear Lena admit she fantasised about big cocks? He thought he was secure in his role as provider and protector of his family, but here he stood, exposed, stripped bare by his wife's almost-revelations. He felt violated, like his very identity was shattered into tiny pieces. He needed to know.

"How big are they honey?"

Lena took a deep breath and decided to tell Jack. She knew he might be hurt but could also tell as she stroked his cock that he was incredibly turned on. She tugged his cock and in response he moved further up her body, bringing his cock closer to her lips. Her husband now on top and in front of her, with his cock firmly in her hand, hard as a rock, Lena described her fantasy lovers truthfully.

"Do you really want to know? Ok, Jack. I admit. Their cocks are usually significantly longer than yours, dear." With her free hand, she traced in the air in front of Jack's cock just how long, and she added with a teasing smile, "Not necessarily that much thicker, but definitely longer. Like, several inches longer." Jack looked at his wife, only half believing she was finally admitting her desires and confirming what his own greatest fear and desire was. It was a potent mixture of curiosity and dread coursing through him. Hearing her describe her lovers' cocks was so taboo it was intoxicating.

Thinking about it made her pussy moist up further. She couldn't believe she just said her fantasy lovers' cocks were always longer than her husband's cock. Feeling somewhat liberated with her honesty, not even noticing she didn't hesitate to use the word "cock", she continued.

"Some of them had cocks almost twice as long as yours," she said whilst looking into her husband's eyes intently and waiting for the first shift in reaction.

"They always asked if I preferred their cocks or my husband's. Do you know what I always reply?" Lena asked her husband suggestively.

"Tell me," was all Jack said.

Perhaps fuelled by Jack's intense interest and excitement, Lena suddenly became more direct and candid, speaking openly and brazenly about her fantasy experiences.

"I always say I prefer their cocks, because their cocks are so much... bigger... than yours. Their cocks are longer so they fuck me deeper. And, thicker so they stretch my pussy like your cock never could."

"I love you honey. But, my fantasy lovers all have bigger cocks," she confessed with a twinkle in her eyes, realising that was what Jack wanted to hear. "My lips would spread when I suck their cocks. I wouldn't even be able to fit much of their cocks in my mouth."

Is that what you wanted to hear, my dear husband?

Indeed, she had said what he wanted to hear, and deliberately doing so to drive Jack wild. Her tone showed she was enjoying teasing him with these dirty words and imagery. She smiled devilishly, watching Jack's facial expressions change dramatically with each word. She found her new honesty and openness liberating. It's as if a weight was taken off her shoulders.

She pulled Jack's cock into her mouth and sucked on the cock head.

"Mmm," she purred, "Far bigger... definitely longer and thicker. Men with massive cocks that can stretch my mouth and pussy wider than what you have here!"

His jealousy gave way to anger, frustration, and most importantly, arousal. His cock throbbed harder her mouth. His brain flooded with images of Lena taking on a variety of huge cocks, filling her tight body. He felt possessiveness rising in him, urging him to claim his rights over her body, which was his right as her husband. Yet, despite his feeling of inadequacy, a part of him deep down welcomed the idea of living out his wife's fantasies, seeing what another man's giant tool could accomplish in their bedroom. In some strange way, her confession provided some affirmation of his greatest insecurities.

"Is that what you wanted to hear, honey?" Lena continued to tease her husband between sucks of his inflamed cock head. "Did you want to hear how your naughty wife fantasises about studs with cocks much bigger than yours?"

"And those studs, would fuck me on our bed here, where you fuck me. They'd fuck me on the kitchen counter, and on our couch. They'd fuck me whilst you're at work, so that when you come home to fuck me, you'll be fucking a pussy that's already been used," she pressed on. By now, Jack's cock was throbbing and closed to the edge. She knew he would cum soon.

"Are you jealous, honey? Does it make you jealous your wife craves for another cock, not yours? Does it make you jealous...," she smiled wickedly as she said the cruel words, unsure if she was going too far, "... that my fantasy lovers fuck me better than you can?"

This was exactly what Jack feared -- that his wife's own fantasies would confirm the insecurities he had regarding his ability to satisfy her. However, hearing the explicit nature of her desires piqued his curiosity far beyond any feelings of jealousy. In reality, Jack knew deep down that his wife loved him completely, regardless of the physical attributes possessed by these illusory paramours.

After all, they were simply fantasies, weren't they? He didn't feel threatened enough to prevent his growing obsession with Lena's carnal cravings. Still, there was a strange thrill in considering the possibility of bringing her fantasies to life. Jack found the idea intensely exciting. This notion consumed every fibre of him at that moment.

Jack realised that he couldn't continue suppressing his desires any longer. The flames licking at his soul demanded satisfaction. He remained uncertain but needed to know. Is this just fantasy or does Lena want to make it real? Regardless of the outcome, he mustered up the courage and declared...

"If you wish, we can give your fantasies life," he said surprising himself.

Hearing such words spoken aloud struck both of them speechless. Their hearts raced together as their bodies grew hotter with passionate intensity. Here they were, opening themselves to possibility of a course fraught with danger and uncertainty - yet simultaneously ignited by raw, animal attraction. It seemed that whatever happened next would shape the rest of their marriage, binding them closer together or possibly breaking them apart.

Did Jack just offered to let her fuck someone else?

Lena was caught off guard by his proposal, astonishment mixed with confusion. But despite her initial disbelief, she couldn't help but think about the possibility. What would happen if they allowed her dreams to manifest? Would her fantasies become reality? Is this what she wanted?

As Jack waited patiently for his wife's response, his heart raced faster and faster, just as he stroked his cock faster and faster into Lena's willing lips. Each passing second brought forth an array of conflicting emotions: fear, curiosity, excitement, and ultimately, determination. If Lena wanted to pursue this forbidden journey, did he just offer to let her?

"Lena, would you like to fuck someone other than me? Perhaps someone with a bigger cock, who can satisfy you in ways I cannot?" Jack asked with his heart thumping in his chest so loud he feared he couldn't hear Lena's reply.

She contemplated his question carefully, knowing full well it wouldn't be taken back. She sucked his cock absent-mindedly. This decision marked a significant point in their marriage. Her answer carried immense weight.

"Yes, Jack," Lena whispered hoarsely, struggling to comprehend the gravity of her agreement. Taking a deep breath, she plunged deeper into the realm of taboo desires, fully committing herself to this uncharted territory. "Yes, I do... want to live out my fantasies."

"Are you sure?" Lena continued, genuinely curious about his proposition. After all, she wasn't expecting her husband to suggest, let alon agree, to such a request. To say that Lena was nervous would be an understatement. Even though she had confessed to fantasising about having sex with strangers with large cocks, she hadn't anticipated putting her desires into action. The idea excited her tremendously but it was intermixed with guilt, causing her insides to flutter anxiously while her nipples grew increasingly hard and her pussy impossibly even wetter.

Her cheeks reddened as embarrassment mixed with anticipation. Jack recalled their marriage vows -- 'for better, for worse', promising to share everything. Did this include sharing his wife with other men?

Jack saw the internal battle rage across Lena's face. Nervousness gripped him, the kind that makes one's whole being quake in apprehension.

She asked again, "Are you sure? Do you really want me to fuck another man? What if I really enjoyed it? What it he makes me cum? Are you really going to be ok with that?"

"Jack, I want to be sure. Are you asking your wife to fuck another man?"

"Yes, Lena. I want you to fuck another man," Jack replied, not believing what was happening. "I want my wife to fuck someone, one with a bigger cock than mine." Jack replied resolutely, swallowing hard against the sudden dryness in his mouth. Deep down though, he was anything but resolute. There was no turning back now. He had possibly just committed himself to this path, even if it meant facing potential consequences later.

"You won't be jealous?" she asked.

"Yes. No. Yes! But I want you to be happy and experience what it would be like to share yourself with a man. I'm ok if you want to live out your fantasy," he replied.

Jack confirmed firmly, ensuring he was clear with his intentions. The thought sent shivers down his spine, amplifying his erection. He knew that once he gave permission, there was no backing out. As difficult as the concept might seem, Jack held onto hope that by giving Lena permission to experience pleasure outside their marriage, it may strengthen their bond rather than sever it.

Nodding, her expression betraying her uncertainty. It was one thing to fantasise about anonymous lovers with big cocks, but quite another to actively seek them out and fuck them.

I'm married to Jack! He's all I need, she thought to herself.

Stunned by his wife's consent, Jack couldn't control himself any longer. He pulled his cock from Lena's hand and erupted, spraying cum all over his wife's face and hair. He squirted more than he's ever squirted before, his orgasm being so intense it felt like it lasted forever. He groaned loudly, releasing all his pent up tension as spurts and spurts of semen.

When he finally came down from his high, he looked at his beautiful wife. Her face was wet and her hair had streaks of his cum. In that moment, his wife had never looked more beautiful to him.

Their shared vulnerability drew them together, bound by a common quest for self-discovery and the unknown. He laid down next to her, both marveling at the daring leap they took. What this just fantasy at the height of their passionate love making, or was this real? What would they say to each other tomorrow morning?