Risky Obsession Ch. 06

"Uhhh.... And a bunch of wings too," said Charlie as he put the menu down. The boys were huddled at the end of the bar at Manifred's Pub, one of the few places in town that never checked ID's.

"A bunch?" said the bartender, impatient with Charlie's relaxed attitude. "Six, twelve, or eighteen."

"Eighteen," said Charlie, dismissively. She quickly jotted it down before moving onto her other customers. "Sheesh," said Charlie once she was gone. "Somebody's not happy to be at work."

"I kinda don't blame her," Peter said as he and Kevin cracked up. Nobody liked dealing with Charlie as a customer.

"I'd probably fuck her," said Charlie. "Ten beers. No, eight. Eight beers is enough."

"Speaking of fucking," Kevin said as he turned to Peter. "You've been MIA, huh?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you, dumbass. Who are you railing these days? Tell me it's not Amanda Flaherty with her big ass boobs," said Charlie. The attention was on Peter. It was clear he wasn't available much over the past few weeks. In fact, he had used any spare time he had on meeting up with Cynthia to have sex.

"Work shit. That's all," he said as he took a sip of beer.

Charlie burst out laughing. "Oh yeah, work shit. Like... let's see what blade should I put on this weed-whacker and how many more hours until my Union-mandated coffee break?"

Peter forced a laugh. That excuse would not fly. He decided to roll with the first guess. "Ok... fuck it. You got me. Me and Amanda have been hanging out."

Charlie slapped the table. "You goddamn dog! I knew something was up."

Peter and Amanda had a fling last summer. She was famous for being the loud drunk girl at every party. She was on the heavier side, had massive breasts, and it was well known that just about anyone could sleep with her. It was the perfect out as she wasn't really in the same crowd as the one Peter, Charlie, and Kevin rolled with.

"You serious, dude?" Kevin asked, looking directly at Peter. He didn't return the gaze and instead stared at his beer for fear his savvier friend would see through him. "Yeah, it's nothing though. We're just hanging out."

"Bullshit, no one just hangs out with Flaherty. You're taking a ride on the pound town express," said Charlie.

Kevin continued to stare at Peter, unconvinced with his story, but opted to not say anything.

"Her boobs are fucking huge," Charlie continued. "Like, Jesus Christ. They're fucking massive."

Peter played along, smiling and nodding. "They definitely are."

"Wait, dude!" Charlie suddenly got really excited before leaning in towards Peter. He lowered his voice. "Did you titty fuck her?"

"Did I titty fuck her?"

"Yeah dude. You can probably fit pretty nicely in there with your giant fucking hog."

Everyone laughed except Kevin. Since the incident, the boys teased Peter for having such a large penis. Kevin treaded lightly on the topic since it indirectly involved his stepmother.

"Seriously though man," said Charlie. "You may have the only dick in the world that could fit in between those bad boys."

Peter took a big sip before slamming his glass down. "Can we please not talk about my penis this time? Jeez man, sometimes I think you're obsessed."

Charlie looked confused. "You think? Dude It's a nine inch cock. No one has that. Of course I'm interested."

Peter shook his head. "You're fucked up dude."

"How'd all this start again?" Kevin asked, still studying Peter.

"Hmm?"

"Amanda," Kevin replied.

"Oh, right. Umm... We just kinda started texting about stupid shit and ended up meeting up. It's nothing serious, guys."

Kevin nodded, but was still unsatisfied with Peter's answer. Something was not quite adding up.

"I still can't believe you're walking around with that fuckin thing, dude," Charlie said, unconcerned with Peter's blatant distaste for the topic. "Imagine if women could tell right away what dudes were packing? Like we all had a number on our forehead or something?"

"The fuck, dude?" Kevin asked, bewildered at Charlie's bizarre imagination.

"Kevin's a seven. We know Peter's a fucking nine."

"And you're a four," Peter said, getting a good ribbing in as he and Kevin laughed.

"It's not a four, guys. I'll show you."

"If I wanted to see a micropenis, I'd look it up on the Internet," said Peter. Just then the bartender returned with their wings order and placed it in front of Charlie.

"Eighteen wings," she said. Before she could walk away, Charlie interjected.

"Hey, let me ask you something."

She stopped and turned.

"Does the size of a guy's dick matter?"

She rolled her eyes without answering. "I'll take that as a 'no'" said Charlie. "But let me tell you. My friend here has a massive one. It's nine inches. Does that appeal to women?"

The bartender looked at Peter, then back at Charlie. "Can I get you anything else right now?"

Charlie looked at the wings she delivered. "These are pretty small. We may want to get another order of 'em."

The bartender looked at the wings then back at Charlie. "Yeah. We have bigger ones. The bigger ones are always better."

All three boys erupted laughing as the bartender took one look at Peter, winked at him, and walked away.

---------------------------------

Knowing that Kevin was staying at Amy's and Frank was on a business trip, Peter made sure to pay Cynthia a visit that evening so they could have sex again. After a passionate love-making session, Peter was raring to go again, but Cynthia unfortunately had the night shift at the hospital. As a compromise, she let him masturbate while watching her shower.

As she soaped up, she repeatedly smiled at Peter as he sat in a chair, facing the glass shower, jerking off slowly and methodically.

"Do you think he knows about us?" he asked while continuing to jerk off.

"He's so far in his own head, he has no idea what goes on with us," Cynthia said as she washed her underarm.

"No," Peter said. "Not Frank. Kevin."

Cynthia stopped and turned to him. "No sweetheart. Of course not. Why would he ever know?"

Peter kept jerking off. His cock was hard as a rock. "No reason. I just feel like he may have been acting weird at the bar tonight."

Cynthia put shampoo in her hair and started lathering it in. She faced Peter in doing so. "Peter, honey. We've talked about how careful we need to be. They're never going to know about us. I promise you."

Peter didn't respond. He stared at her luscious breasts on full display as she washed her hair. He jerked harder and faster, cradling his balls with the other hand.

"Having fun?" she giggled. "You look like you're in a trance."

"You're a ten. Every inch of you is a ten."

Cynthia blushed, although it wasn't obvious in the shower. "You're too much," she said back.

"Am I?" Peter asked.

"I thought it was nine, right?"

Peter shook his head. "Not my dick. Me. Am I a ten?"

"I know silly, I was kidding." She opened the door to make sure they had clear eye contact. "You're perfect, Peter. You're kind, funny, handsome, and you know how to please a woman." She closed the door and continued rinsing her hair. She closed her eyes. "And you have an enormous cock," she said while laughing to herself.

Peter laughed too, but the moment was more arousing than funny as he was nearing his second orgasm. "Fuck," he said.

Cynthia, knowing Peter's tendencies by now, could tell he was getting close to orgasm. She watched him closely. His eyes began to squint. He took deep breaths. He spread his legs. His cock was so hard it looked like it would break. He stared endlessly at her naked body while feverishly jerking his dick.

She noticed his balls started to tighten. He stopped stroking and gripped himself from the base. A soft moan was followed by a thick cum blast landing on his belly. His cock pulsed as two more shots fired, each of them landing on his chest. She watched intently as he moaned a second time and let out the biggest one yet. Directly onto his face.

"Ooo!" Cynthia shouted as she covered her mouth. Peter continued to orgasm as cum landed on his face and in his hair. He started laughing hysterically. Cynthia joined in as she burst out laughing too. Peter couldn't control his aim as he facialized himself. Cum continued to squirt out while he desperately stroked his cock.

"Peter!" Cynthia said from the shower, unable to stop laughing.

"Fuck!" he yelled out in anguish. He was still going. His cock dribbled a few final loads, all dripping harmlessly across his fingers.

"My God Peter!" Cynthia called out. "You're covered!"

"Well, I'm an idiot," Peter said, unable to open one eye as a massive glob of cum covered it.

"Get in here, silly!" Cynthia opened the door to the shower and quickly ushered Peter in. She waved her arm frantically causing her big boobs to sway back and forth. Peter maundered into the shower, still reeling from a powerful orgasm.

Cynthia spread some body wash on her pink luffa and carefully cleaned him off. She washed his chest, arms, neck, and finally his face. She couldn't help but laugh. "Is this the first time you've shot yourself in the face?"

With his eyes closed as she washed him off he responded "I wish I could say it was."

"Don't you ever just shoot a little? Ya know, like normal men?"

Peter smiled. "What can I say? I'm a shooter!"

Cynthia rinsed off his face. "Ok, you can open 'em now, Mr. Shooter."

Peter opened his eyes and stared into Cynthia's. He looked down and saw that his still hard cock was pressed against her belly. He angled it sideways so he could step closer. Cynthia embraced him as their naked bodies pressed together. "What are we doing, Peter?" she asked.

"Like you said. We're adults. We're having fun."

They then kissed under the falling water. Cynthia pulled back and looked down. Peter's cock was still hard. He shrugged and smiled at her.

"No. Uh-uh," she said laughing. "I'm going to work. Maybe turn the water to cold or something to take care of that once and for all."

They both laughed as she exited the shower. She looked at the bench where Peter was masturbating earlier. "And honey, make sure this entire area is clean. Last thing I need right now is Frank stumbling across a giant glob of your jizz!"

------------------------------------

"What are you reading?" Cynthia asked as she put down her tablet and turned to Frank.

"A book about the American healthcare system," he responded, not looking up from his book.

"So this is a sleep aid?"

Frank put his book down and smiled at Cynthia. "Something like that," he joked as he placed it down on the table beside the bed. "How was today?"

It had been several days since Cynthia and Peter's last rendezvous. Frank was home from travel for a little while, something out of the ordinary these days. "Not bad, kind of slow to be honest," she answered as she picked up her tablet and resumed her crossword puzzle.

It was no secret their marriage was not as strong as it once had been. Cynthia always had a hunch there was another woman, or maybe several, but could never quite prove it. She admitted to herself often that she didn't even really care that much. Perhaps because she knew their marriage was a different one now or perhaps, more likely, that she herself had been unfaithful.

Frank put his hand on her stomach and gently rubbed. She turned to him and smiled. He had that look in his eye she had known all too well. She put her tablet down again and turned towards Frank. He continued to rub her stomach and moved his hand higher up. Cynthia quietly opened her pajama top to reveal her breasts. Frank immediately cradled him in his hand while his other one worked busily under the covers.

This had become commonplace. Although sex had not completely vanished from their relationship, it was far less likely to occur. Instead, Frank would often masturbate while using Cynthia's body as his material. He inched closer and placed her nipple in his mouth. With his eyes closed, he sucked on it like a hungry infant. Cynthia ran her fingers through his hair. Her face was expressionless.

Frank kicked off the covers, revealing a sturdy erection as he jerked off. Cynthia looked at his penis closely. It was small, perhaps no longer than five inches. It had average girth, nothing special. This normally never bothered Cynthia. In fact, she barely noticed it half the time. But having just been with Peter, the biggest dick she's ever laid eyes on, she couldn't help but compare the two.

One man bringing her to multiple orgasms in a single night. Possessing the ability to ejaculate several times consecutively. A man who brought energy and creativity to the bedroom. Something Cynthia had long seen disappear from Frank.

And here was her husband, sucking her tit and jerking off on a Tuesday night. She could do nothing but watch and wonder where things had changed with them. She knew he was the same man, but where was he right now? Was he like this with potential women he slept with?

"Unhhhhhh!" a muffled moan escaped from hm. Her nipple was still firmly planted in his mouth. He was about to cum. This was much earlier than usual for him.

He popped her breast out and laid on his back. One hand clutched Cynthia's leg tightly while his other one frantically jerked his cock. Frank moaned again.

She watched as his cum came out in three small bursts followed by a little bead slowly dripping out. "Oh God," Frank said with relief.

He turned to Cynthia and smiled. She smiled back. "Feel better honey?" she asked. He said nothing, but leaned over and kissed her. Once on the cheek and once on the tit. He then wiped his dick off and rolled over. "Good night," he said.

When the lights were out was normally when Cynthia took her turn. She was always extremely quiet and subtle about masturbating. Especially when Frank was sleeping next to her. She found it unlikely he didn't know what she was doing. Who cares? she often told herself. The man just jerked off for the thousandth time next to her, minimizing her beautiful breasts as simply masturbation material.

It was no secret at all where Cynthia's mind would go tonight. Recently, she started placing him in places they've never been before. Tonight, they were on a plane, flying somewhere. It was dark on the flight, maybe a red-eye. Every other passenger was fast asleep.

But she and Peter were very much awake. They kissed passionately while fondling one another. He was already very hard. His cock was exposed to the cool airplane air. She stroked it out in the open. Anyone could walk by and immediately see them, but they didn't care.

"I'm tired of hiding," he said to her in a normal voice. "I want everyone to see what we're doing."

As Cynthia pictured jerking him off on a plane, she fingered herself under the sheets. She was very careful with her movements. The blanket didn't even move. Her pussy was piping hot and dripping with arousal. She easily slid her second finger in. In and out she worked, feeling the smooth and wet walls of her inside.

In her fantasy, she and Peter began to fuck. She straddled naked and facing him. Her boobs shook up and down as Peter licked them. He used his hands to help her bounce on his cock. His shoulders felt strong and powerful as she gripped them with every bounce. She could see many people on the plane, all of which were asleep. His cock went all the way inside her, piercing the depths of her soul. She orgasmed repeatedly, moaning loudly yet waking no one up.

She got more and more worked up under the covers. Her thumb was responsible for the clit while she crammed three fingers into her vagina. She spread her legs a little more to make room. She began to breathe deeply but quietly.

On the plane, Peter was handling her like a rag doll, picking her up and dropping her down on his nine inch cock. She screamed in delight. Peter grunted angrily. He was going to cum inside her.

With one violent thrust, he began to fill her up. The hot sensation of his seed, deep in her pussy, exuded with ecstacy. They each moaned loudly. No one woke up. She vividly pictured his facial expression as he had an orgasm deep within. He always looked like he was in shock.

Cynthia was cumming now too as she fingered herself under the covers. She sensed immediately it was a powerful orgasm. Her muscles contorted and throbbed. Her head spun. She held her breath, desperate to remain quiet.

But her efforts were to no avail. The intensity of the orgasm was so strong, a moan escaped. It may have not been that loud, but the suddenness of it certainly made it seem deafening. She froze all motion. Her orgasm continued while she remained perfectly still.

Once it was over, she slowly and carefully withdrew her soaked hand and rested it on her stomach. She could feel her warm wetness on her cool skin now.

There's no way Frank didn't hear her moan. It was loud enough maybe Kevin heard it too. She had just had an incredibly intense orgasm, something that was starting to be more common, while picturing her latest fling. All while right next to her husband.

Who cares? she thought to herself again as she quickly drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.

-----------------------------------

On the way to work, Peter normally stopped at a Dunkin Donuts. Around this time of year, iced coffee was his go-to choice. The line was about four or five people deep, so Peter stepped up and whipped out his phone while he waited.

A few moments later, he heard a somewhat recognizable voice. It was the man currently ordering. Peter couldn't quite place the voice and the man wasn't facing him so it was difficult to tell who it was.

Once he finished ordering he turned around and looked directly at Peter.

It was Frank.

Frank was taller than Peter. He had broad shoulders. He was muscular. His presence was often quiet yet overbearing. To say he was intimidating would be an understatement.

He walked up to Peter, never breaking eye contact. "Hello Peter. How are you?"

Since Peter had known Frank, essentially ten years or so, the man had never so much as said five words to him. He wasn't normally around, but when he was, his existence was known. It was hard to ignore his quiet control over a room.

"Hi Mr. Riley," said Peter, barely getting the words out.

"How are you?" Frank repeated, sounding agitated for having to ask twice.

"Oh, oh, I'm good. I'm good. Just, uh... getting my coffee, heh. You?"

Frank stared into Peter's eyes as if he was trying to solve a complex math problem. Peter stared back, but tentatively. His nerves were shaking. His heart was racing. This bizarre and intense interaction was certainly leaving its mark on him.

"Large black?" the woman behind the counter called out. "Sir? Large black?"

Frank turned to retrieve his coffee and then stepped back toward Peter. He continued to stare at him quizzically. "You take care now," he said as he put his sunglasses back on and walked right by Peter to the exit. He was out the door before Peter could even respond.

"Ummm, ok?" the girl in front of Peter laughed as she had witnessed the whole awkward exchange. Peter forced a smile in response.

But he was not smiling on the inside. He was terrified.

Frank knew.