Lucy Strays

As soon as I opened our front door and saw Chris, the floodgates on my libido opened, and I needed to be fucked, and I needed it to happen now. I was shocked to hear my own slutty inner dialogue. This was my beloved husband and partner, yet I was thinking of him like a piece of meat. Does David think of women as sex objects because women drool over his big sex toy? Do big dicks make women lose their senses?

I was getting so hot I needed to take my clothes off and I had this overwhelming urge to play with Chris's cock. I shoved him down on the couch and ordered him to take my pants off. His usual slow and gentle manner drove me wild now as my horniness level topped in the stratosphere, and my vagina flooded my panties However, I will say that my watching Chris admire my body constituted a new element of seduction I had not really noticed before. Eventually my soaked panties and jeans lay puddled at my feet as I stood with my legs spread wide. It felt so sexy to see him looking at me like I was a wanton slut. As I watched him get naked, I could feel a tsunami of juices coat my pussy. My lord, what was happening? Once his hard dick was in view, I just had to play with it. I ran my hands up and down the shaft, and I wrapped my hands around his thickness, mentally taking notes. Let's see, I can fit about a hand and a half on his penis. My index finger and thumb overlap by about an inch when I put them around his pole. Oh, shit! I wasn't just measuring his penis; I was comparing it to David's! Normally that thought would have pissed me off, but instead, I just got hornier and sucked his dick with new-found gusto. I can deep throat him to his balls and this used to make me proud. Now, I was wondering if it was just his size that allowed me to do that. Despite all my efforts to focus on my husband's shaft, I couldn't get David's horse cock out of my mind.

My pussy was begging for relief, so I told Chris to fuck me hard. I watched him roll the condom on, and then I quickly slid down his pole. Damn, it felt like an itch that finally got scratched, but I was taking my time, trying to feel every inch of his dick in my pussy. It was snug, yet easy to take. My pink lips offered no resistance when the head slid in, but when I closed my eyes, visions of David's thick, long cock kept popping into my head. I imagined what the huge thing would feel like in me and could his cum fill me up? These new feelings were so overwhelming for me that my clit came before my head did. Right as I climaxed, I felt Chris tense up as well, and I imagined his cum filling the protective rubber. Truthfully, I could barely feel it when he came. I mean I knew he came because of his actions, but I couldn't really feel it happen in me. As I pulled out, I was still so horny that I wanted to see if I could give myself another orgasm. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers up and down my wet slit, rubbing my clit a little harder each time. I started to feel the swell of the approaching climax as visions of David's huge cock filled my mind and imagining a flood of cum fill me up. Right as I approached lift off, a stupid phone call ended my ride. Damn, damn, damn. I was so fucking close.

Chris

All the food was prepped, the bar was set, and the house was clean. The party started at seven and ten couples RSVPed. Our house had an open concept, a large main floor, a beautifully landscaped yard with a redwood deck, and an upstairs with three bedrooms and bathrooms. The 70" entertainment center was centerpiece for the hockey finals / costume party that night. Both the patio with soft music and the living room's 70 inch TV covered our guests needs. Of course pizza, wings, beer, guacamole, and wine fed our guests. We had a pool with a hottub, but decided a costume party and water didn't quite mesh.

I watched as Lucy put together her costume. She looked so sexy that it took all I had not to jump her right there. I knew sex would be a hard sell, considering how much she hates walking around with a wet crotch. I guess I would just have to use last night for some spank material if I got a spare second alone.

"How do I look" Lucy asked, completely knocking me out of my thoughts.

"I see you've elected to go for the Hogwarts issued panties, instead of going commando," I kidded.

"I told you I'm not flashing in front of our friends; besides, these are what I like to call classy sexy."

"Well, you look sexy as hell, and I promise no flirting with Anna."

I hoped my good behavior would put me in her good graces and a repeat of last night.

"I'll be watching you mister," she laughed.

I finished putting together my costume: black pants, sweater, cape and Slytherin tie to put it all together. As I headed down to put the finishing touches on things, our first guests arrived. It was the Parkers, but their costumes confused me. David wore what looked like a basketball outfit while Claire wore painter overalls and giant hoop earrings.

"Come on man, take a guess; who are we?" David asked.

"Well... I have no idea."

"Dude, think back to the 90's, with maybe a White Man..."

"Oh shit, White Man Can't Jump!"

"Yup, it was my idea. We were going to paint her belly as a basketball, but that idea was a pain in the ass, so we just did the easy thing with her just being Rosie".

Lucy was still upstairs, on purpose I figured, but once another couple arrived, she came down to play the perfect hostess. For me, she really aced the sexy in her "non-sexy" Hermione costume. But I had to be a good host, so I admired the sexy, creative, funny, and down-right odd, drinking my favorite Sam Adams and watching the Bruins as everyone partied. John and Anna straggled in last, but wow! Anna definitely shopped in the sexy section of the costume shop, I thought. She was wearing a Wonder Woman costume that barely covered any of her naughty bits. As she turned to say hi to Sandy, her skirt (if you could call it that) twirled, and revealed that Wonder Woman apparently wore thongs. My earlier promise slipped a notch; it might be a little harder to keep. Shit. It wasn't helped by the nice buzz I was feeling either.

As the drinks flowed freely, so did everyone's laughter and flirty behavior. Anna milled about, bouncing between friends while sipping on her wine. As she crossed to the deck, she stopped to tell me about her new Tae-Kwon Do class. To be honest I was looking at her tits more than I was listening to what she was saying. This one-sided conversation went on for some time and honestly, I got bored. Next thing I know, she's wrapped my arm across her chest as she backed into me.

"Just like that, yeah, get a tight grip," she turned to whisper in my ear. This is a demo of how to get away from an attacker that grabs you from behind," she announced to those standing around us.

In a weird counter-move, she spun herself around and launched away from me. Her moves happened so fast I could barely process what was going on. I probably should have paid more attention to the conversation, I thought to myself.

"See, I can maneuver away from any attacker now with my new training."

"Wow, that was pretty cool," was all I could muster up.

"What, pretty cool!? it...it was bad ass is what it was," she haughtily replied as she thumped me on the chest and walked away.

Anna was right, but my beer-brain had deleted most of my good vocabulary, so stood like an idiot before saluting her retreating figure.

We were watching the final period when I ran out of beer. On my way to get a new brew, I looked for Lucy to see if she wanted to see the end of the game but didn't see her. So, I stared into the fridge wondering why I was there when I heard what sounded like a deep moan coming from the laundry room. Oh shit, someone is hooking up. Jackpot, my voyeuristic devil congratulated myself in my head. Silently, I moved closer to the door for a peek. Even though the moaning caught my attention, the game commentary and loud conversations made focus difficult.

"GEEEEZZZZ, it's soooo thick...oh god...more," is what I thought I could decipher. As I was about to crack the door open, the party-goers erupted in cheers.

"GOOAAALLL!!!!" everyone yelled at the top of their lungs.

Ryan came running into the kitchen, jumping up and down as he pulled me into the living room to celebrate. I was so excited I forgot all about the amorous if anonymous couple. We all screamed and high-fived for the next few minutes until I realized that Lucy should be here to celebrate since she loves hockey. As I turned to find her, I lucked out because she came out of the kitchen with a fresh glass of wine, looking more disheveled than I remembered, but praying the noise meant her team had scored. I gave her a huge hug and tried to kiss her, but she pulled back.

"Wine breath" she shouted over the noise.

I laughed and took her to watch the rest of the game. She took a seat across from me on the couch, and I couldn't help but sneak a peek up her skirt as she sat down. Hey, it's not sketchy if it's your own wife, I concluded in my head. Unfortunately, I didn't really get a good shot, but I thought I saw a hint of black. Luckily, our team scored again on a power play shortly after the last goal, and as Lucy leaned over to set her glass down, her legs spread, and I caught a nice pussy-shot. It was about a four second look, so I saw her pouty lips and what looked like a string of moisture hanging between her lips and inner thigh as she finished jumping to her feet. Wait what, I thought to myself. I thought she would never go commando in front of her friends. I was so excited that she decided to fulfill my wishes that I pulled her across to me and surreptitiously tried to slide my hand up her skirt and get a feel, but, unfortunately, she pulled away with a scolding "not here" look.

"I see that you decided to go commando for me," I whispered in her ear.

"What?!"

After a momentary look of shock in her eyes, she whispered that it was a surprise for later.

Lucy

When I finally came down to the party, the first couple I ran into were the Parkers. Uh, what a surprise, David didn't even try to dress up for this. He's so damn lazy. Basketball shorts, a basketball jersey, Reebok pumps, and a headband. I mean how lazy do you have to get. I can't believe I had those randy thoughts about him yesterday. When he saw me, he gave me a knowing smirk that just pissed me off even more, so I ignored him and gave Claire a big hug. I pulled her away and started making my rounds with Claire in tow.

After chatting to most of the guests, I stood on the porch working on my third glass of Pinot when I noticed David near the edge of the porch completely sideways to me. The setting sun was lighting up his entire front side, and I don't know why, but I couldn't help but take a quick glance at his package. My mind flashed back to that bathroom, and I swear I could make the outline of his helmet ridge in those thin basketball shorts. Damn it, why did I look at this disgusting man that I hated so lustily? When I finally broke my gaze, of course, David met my eyes and gave me that annoying, knowing smile again. Ugh, he's such an asshole I thought to myself as I turned to look away. But my imagination went into overdrive. How does Claire even take that thing? Are his balls proportionate? Is that how she gets pregnant so easily? Is that why he's so cocky all the time? Would that giant cock give me multiple orgasms? All these thoughts raced through my head, and to be honest I felt the moisture building under my skirt. No matter what I tried I couldn't get David's huge dick out of my head (and my mouth, and my pussy...) Stop it!

"Lucy? Hello, Earth to Lucy," Claire waved her hands in my face.

"Oh, sorry. Just kind of spaced out there."

"What's going on with you girl? You look like you're dreaming of chocolate cake," she laughed.

"You got me. I've been thinking about those cupcakes since we brought them home from the store!"

I finished my wine and figured I should head inside and see how the game was going. When I looked over to the TV, I immediately see Chris with his arm across Anna's chest, and it looked like she was kissing his ear. They must have seen me though because they guiltily jumped apart. I was so pissed. He had promised me no flirting not two hours earlier!! How could he deliberately do that to me in front of all our friends? I felt my tears begin to well up, so I made a quick dash through the kitchen, nudging someone out of the way to get to the privacy of the laundry room. As the tears flowed, I felt someone enter the room behind me. It was David. Great I thought, just what I don't need now. Surprisingly, he didn't say anything David-ish.

"Is everything OK?" he asked with apparent genuine concern.

"I'm fine," I tried to reply.

"Look Lucy, I'm sure that whatever they were doing, it was nothing but innocent fun."

How did he know that Chris's antics were what this was about, I thought to myself.

"She's very flirty as you know, and it can be hard to resist her charms, especially in that costume," he tried to joke.

"Great, so you think she's amazing too then," I fired back.

"I mean she's alright, but I'm more into witches," he said trying to make me feel better.

Surprisingly, he put his arms around me from behind and just held me. I don't know why, but it was exactly what I needed. Then, I flashback to the other day and realized that I could feel his member against me. Normally, I would have been horrified and immediately pulled away, but between the three glasses of wine, my husband pissing me off, and my naughty thoughts from earlier, I didn't move. It must have been the combination of his thin shorts and my thin skirt, but he felt even bigger than I remember, so I subtly adjusted myself to feel more of it. I rubbed it against my backside like some cheap harlot. I guess my movements weren't as subtle as I thought because David turned me around and titled my chin up to look at him.

"It's OK; it'll be our little secret," he murmured softly.

While I took a moment to process what this "secret" truly meant, David lightly pressed my shoulders down, and on sexual autopilot, I slowly lowered myself to my knees and stared at the outline of thick sausage through his shorts, and more specifically, the outline of a huge head. I briefly looked up, as if to ask permission like an idiot, and David just gave me a simple nod. I slowly raised my hand and gently stroked his phallus from base to tip over his shorts. While I ran my hands around it, I found myself doing what I had done yesterday to my husband. I measured it. So far, with one hand on the base, there was still another handful left, and my fingers just barely touched as they wrapped around its mighty girth. I was thinking about how huge he was when Goliath grew even bigger. That's when I realized that he wasn't even fully hard yet. I was playing with the "before" version. Jesus Christ, how big could this thing get!!

I put my fears aside because I needed to feel its nakedness. I slid my hands up the leg of his shorts until the first contact took my breath away. The slow transition from soft to hard, felt like I was holding a human volcano...hot, thick, and potent in my hand. And, so, so heavy. Then I saw he was uncut. I had never touched an uncircumcised penis before, so I really didn't know what I had expected, but it turned out I really, really liked it. The extra skin made the strokes glide with ease, even without the lava flow of precum that I could feel leaking out of the tip.

I couldn't wait any longer to see this thing in all its glory. I tugged on his shorts, like a virgin in heat. After a few inches the base of his shaft came into view, and then more until his shaft appeared, looking about as wide as my dainty forearms. His shorts were halfway down his thighs before the enormous purple head appeared. The head was even bigger than the shaft with a well-defined flared edge that literally shoveled sperm into wombs. The foreskin bunched up below the rim and a large prominent vein ran the length of his dick. Soon, as the whole thing was exposed, it popped up from the confines of the elastic and hit me on my nose. Now, Chris's hard dick sticks straight out, but this cock had a kind of downward arc. It appeared too heavy to stand up completely, and yet, it was hard as steel. I could feel my pussy lips engorge in a split second. If I thought I was wet earlier, a veritable deluge spewed out down there now. I assume my pussy anticipated that getting this monster inside her meant max lubrication. I don't think I had ever felt this horny in my life.

I couldn't resist tasting him any longer and slid David's thick cock into my mouth. I tasted his precum first and while I normally dislike the taste, his was quite an aphrodisiac. Of course, I could barely get my mouth around it, so after doubling my saliva output, I popped the head fully into my mouth. I was used to deep throating Chris, so naturally, I tried to take in as much as possible. As I reached my limits and pulled back, I wrapped both of my hands around the member and realized a little shaft and the head remained. Also, there was something familiar about the girth, and that's when my muscle memory from college recalled a red bull can attached to my hand. I'm not great with measurements, but I would guess David must be in the 9 to 10 inch range!

Now normally BJs are a chore for me. I generally try to make men cum as fast as possible since I don't really enjoy all the work. However, now I wanted to please this magnificent specimen. I cherished its smell and feel. I rubbed it on my face and alternated between looking at it and stuffing it back into my mouth. Why did it have to belong to David of all men? I wished I could separate the cock from the man because the last complication I needed was to be infatuated with the cock of the man I despised. The sounds of laughter on the other side of the door brought me back to reality. I couldn't be back here all day, and I needed to get things moving. More specifically, moving inside me.

I never in a million years thought I was capable of cheating on my husband, yet here I was with an asshole's cock in my mouth. And, not just any asshole, the husband of my good friend. So why in the hell did I bend over the washing machine like a mare put out for stud?

David seemed to understand the universal language of "let's fuck", so the moment I bent over, he slid his hands up my Hogwarts skirt and no-so-gently pealed down my soaked panties. He let them drop until they were wrapped around my ankles like some kind of BDSM shackles. I could feel my pussy anticipating the size to come. David put one hand on my hip and used the other to guide his horse cock into my sopping hole. With all the build-up, I worried I'd cum immediately when David rubbed his helmet up and down between my butterfly wings and it touched my clit. As he managed to finally squeeze his flared tip inside me, I almost exploded. David's dick was filling me more than I had ever known. Now I understood how Claire could have multiple orgasms, this cock was clearly something special.

"UGGHHHHH, UMMMMMM" is all I could initially get out as he pushed himself in

David's huge phallus was touching places that I didn't even know I had. He couldn't just slide his dick in me, wam bam style. No, he had to work it in, letting my pussy get accustomed to his size. It was driving me crazy, my body wanted more and more even though she was already more than I had ever had, and frankly, it was even a little painful as my vaginal walls stretched to max capacity.

"GEEEEZZZZ, it's soooo thick...oh god...more," I cried out a little too loudly.

David picked up his speed after hearing that. He said he had always dreamed about fucking me, he knew this pussy would be super tight, he knew I'd be begging for more etc... However, what really brought me back to reality was when he said,