Salami Anyone?

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My name is Irene and I had a problem a while back. I was 36 years old, happily married, and considered by many to be a very attractive woman. My husband, Brian, was practically the ideal husband and lover. He was my best friend, my soul mate and my only lover. We had a great marriage with two wonderful children.

Our sex life was excellent. Brian was a wonderful lover, considerate, imaginative, and energetic. He made sure that I had at least one orgasm almost every time that we made love. I had everything a woman could want. I was the happiest, most content wife in the world.

So what was the problem? The problem was that Brian's cock is only 6 inches long, and not very thick. Why was that a problem? It was a problem because I had developed a very strong, uncontrollable desire to suck and fuck a large cock. It didn't matter to whom that cock was attached, it just had to be big and thick, like a hunk of salami.

It was about two years ago that I first became interested, then obsessed with big cocks. Brian was always trying new things to keep our sex life exciting and interesting, and he was great at it. It was this trait of his that got me into trouble; he bought a porn video.

I must have led a sheltered life, because I had never seen a porn video or movie until Brian bought that first one. Brian's intent was for us to watch it, get turned on and try to duplicate the action on the screen. It was to be another variation in our sex life. The video turned us both on and we did, indeed duplicate, or try to duplicate, the action.

How was that a problem? It was a problem because I got my first look at big cocks. If you've ever seen a porn movie or video, you know what I mean. I was in awe. I salivated when I watched them fucking the big-chested bimbos on the screen. I didn't even pay attention to the guy attached to the cock. All I saw was the big, fucking cocks filling those women's pussies, mouths and ass holes. I began to wonder what it would be like to feel a big cock like one of those in my pussy and in my mouth. 'Too big for my ass hole, though' I thought. That video started me on the road to self-destruction. I can blame Brian for everything that happened, can't I?

For the first time in our marriage, I kept my feelings to myself. I had confided all else to Brian over the years, but not this. I didn't want to hurt him; after all, it wasn't his fault that he only had 6 inches.

I tried fantasizing that Brian's cock was monstrous in size while he fucked me, but it didn't work. He didn't fill me like I had imagined a big cock would.

Even though I loved Brian dearly, over the next several months I became more and more obsessed with monster cocks. When Brian wasn't home, I spent most of my time on the Internet, searching the porn sites looking for those monster cocks. I spent most of my day fantasizing about being fucked with one of those salamis.

It wasn't long before I decided that I had to take this obsession one step further. I placed a personal ad on one of the sites, advertising for a guy with a big dick to service me.

I was overwhelmed with responses, it took me weeks to sort through all of them and narrow the list down to ten. I began correspondence with the ten guys. All the while I was doing this, I kept asking myself 'Why? How could I be so selfish and jeopardize everything I that had with Brian?' I was sure that I would never go through with it, but I continued anyway.

After the first email, we exchanged pictures. After reviewing the pictures, I narrowed the list to two and began corresponding in earnest. Both guys were younger than me and offered to send pictures of their cocks if I would send them a nude picture of myself. Since we had a digital camera, I managed to take a few nude shots of myself and sent them on. It was a fair exchange, tits and pussy for big, hard cocks.

They did respond with pictures of their erect cocks. They were both huge, and about the same length, but one was a little fatter than the other. I eliminated the thinner one and concentrated on the guy with the biggest, thickest cock. His name was Dan and he lived about 50 miles away.

I continued to question myself during this time. 'Why was I doing this?' I didn't want to upset the apple cart. My marriage was great and I loved my husband more than I could say. I kept thinking about Brian and how I could hurt him deeply, but the obsession was controlling me, I wasn't thinking rationally. I guess deep down I convinced myself that I could do this without Brian ever finding out. That way, I could satisfy my obsession without jeopardizing my marriage and hurting Brian.

Dan was only 27 and unmarried. He seemed very anxious to meet me to consummate our mutual lust. After much soul searching, I finally agreed to meet him. 'I did go this far, what would one more step hurt?' I made it clear that this first meeting was to be merely social. Nothing sexual was to take place, Dan agreed.

Dan took off work early one day and we met at a restaurant far enough away where I was unlikely to be recognized. Even though it was only a social meeting, people would have talked if I had been seen with another man.

I arrived a little late, and Dan was already there. I recognized him immediately and joined him in a corner booth. I was extremely nervous. For the first half-hour we talked about everything except what brought us together in the first place. Even so, I couldn't get the picture of his cock out of my mind. I was getting wetter by the minute, sitting across from and talking to the man attached to the monster cock.

Dan seemed like a normal, decent guy at first. As soon as the conversation turned to the reason why we were there, his attitude changed. He became obnoxious and overbearing. He played the game, like he had something I wanted and he was going to make me beg him to get it. That attitude turned me off. As much as I wanted a taste of that cock, I made up my mind that I really didn't want to get involved with a jerk like him.

I told him what I thought of him and left the restaurant, but he followed me to my car. When I got to the car, I turned, faced him and told him to please leave.

Instead of leaving, he pulled down his zipper and whipped out his salami. I stared at it with my mouth wide open. It was only half-hard and huge, the first real, live monster cock that I had ever seen. I began to get aroused again, big time. He saw me staring at it and sensed that I was weakening. He ordered me down on my knees to suck it. My knees weakened, as did my resolve to resist. I wanted that monster, and I wanted it bad. He knew it and ordered me to suck it, once again. This time he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees, I didn't offer much resistance. Once on my knees I found myself looking directly at his gorgeous piece of man meat. My knees pained me, being on the asphalt, but I didn't care. I salivated as I stared at it, knowing that I had lost my resolve to fight it. I didn't need any more encouragement from Dan, as I took the head into my mouth, right there in a broad daylight, in a public parking lot, and I didn't care who was watching. The only thing that I could think of was that cock. It didn't matter that it was attached to a big prick, I needed that cock, and I needed it right then and there.

I began sucking on it in earnest. I wanted to make that big cock erupt and spew its juices into my mouth. I wanted to taste its gooey cum in the worst way. As I was sucking away, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that we were drawing an audience, but I didn't care. I blocked them out of my mind and kept slurping and sucking away. It wasn't long before he came with a series of mighty grunts. I felt the spurts hit the back of my throat and came at the same time. I swallowed every delicious drop. My pussy was sopping wet by this time.

He ordered me to suck him until he was hard again. I did as he ordered, and it didn't take him long. As soon as he was hard, he lifted me up off my knees, bent me over the fender of my car, lifted my dress up over my head, ripped my panties off and drove that monster into my wet cunt in one mighty thrust. I screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It hurt like hell, but it felt soooo good. He stretched me to the max in that one brutal lunge. It didn't bother him in the least that I was in pain. He began to fuck me like the bitch in heat that I was.

Soon the pain was replaced by feelings of fullness that I had never before felt, I loved it. I was finally getting my cunt filled with the monster cock that I had been dreaming and fantasizing about. It felt even better than I had imagined. I began cumming and cumming, as I kept screaming for him to fuck me, and fuck me hard. We fucked for what seemed like an hour, but was probably more like 10 minutes, and he still hadn't cum. Finally, with one mighty thrust, he unleashed his first spurt of man juice deep into my fuck canal. He continued to grunt, as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life at that moment as he was thrusting and spurting his juices into me.

As soon as he finished spurting, he pulled his limp dick out of me and literally ran off. I had no clue as to why he ran off so suddenly. I was so weak, I couldn't move. As I started to gather my strength and wits about me, I turned and saw our audience. There were about 12 or 15 people that had been watching in awe. A few of them even clapped their approval of the show that we had put on. I was so embarrassed. Up to that point I hadn't cared one bit about whom might be watching us fuck, but at that moment, I was totally humiliated, I just wanted to get out of there. As I reached into my purse for my car keys, a big hand grasped me by the wrist and slapped on a pair of handcuffs.

It was a cop! Some son-of-a-bitch had called the cops! I suddenly dawned on me why Dan had run off so suddenly. I was unceremoniously taken to the police station and placed under arrest for public fornication and lewdness, and a bunch of other related charges. I was beside myself with humiliation. 'What would Brian think?' There was no way that I could keep my infidelity from him now. I was so very distraught, frightened, humiliated, ashamed and guilt ridden, that I began trembling uncontrollably. I fully believed that my marriage, and possibly my life, was over. I seriously thought about committing suicide, but luckily the police removed everything that might be used for such a purpose. I wasn't the only one who had ever had those thoughts. I don't know if I would have gone through with it, but I did think about it.

After I was arraigned, they sent me off to the county jail. I was forced to spend the night behind bars. They did allow me one phone call, and I used it to call Brian. I was sobbing so profusely, that he had to continually ask me to calm down and repeat myself. I finally got through to him that I was in jail and that he would be able to get me out, by posting bail, the next morning. I couldn't tell him why I was there, even though he asked repeatedly.

Brian showed up bright and early the next morning. They took me out to where he was waiting; I couldn't look him in the eye, as I hung my head in shame. I knew that they had told him what the charges were, but he didn't say a word. I couldn't even look at him to try and determine what his mood was. 'What did he think of his slut wife? How long was it going to take him to tell me that he wanted a divorce?' I thought to myself as I wept softly. We proceeded to the car and he drove home, not a word was spoken by either of us. Upon arriving home, I immediately ran into the bathroom, locked the door and began sobbing uncontrollably.

Brian came to the door and said, "Don't do anything stupid. I still love you. We just need to talk when you're ready."

'The man is a saint! How could he still love me? I just know that he's going to want a divorce. How much do the children know? The children! I hadn't even thought about them during this whole mess. How can I face them, the rest of my family, my friends? What, oh what am I gong to do?' These and other horribly humiliating thoughts were racing through my mind.

Brian returned several minutes later, again asking if I was still OK. I grunted something and he left. He came and checked on me often, he was afraid that I would do something even more stupid than what I had already done. He was concerned about me. That was a good sign, I loved him so much, and never more than at that moment, the lowest point of my life.

It must have been about an hour, or so, before I had composed myself enough to open the door and face Brian. I went into the living room where he was waiting for me. I noticed that the house seemed to be void of children. "Where are the kids?"

"At your mother's for the night."

"My mother! How much does she know?"

"Nothing. The kids know nothing either. Sit down and relax." He was so calm and composed, his demeanor made me feel a little more at ease with the horrible situation that I had put us in.

I sat in a chair across from him. "A-are you going to divorce me?" I asked him in a broken, trembling voice.

"No. Do you want me to?"

"No! No, of course not. I love you so much, and I'm so humiliated."

"I love you too. When you're ready, I want you to tell me all about what happened and why."

"I-I don't know if I can. I'm so ashamed and humiliated."

"It'll do you good to talk about it."

"I don't think you want to hear about it."

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to hear all about it. Now go on, spill it all out."

I paused, looked up at him and saw his warm, understanding eyes. After telling him how stupid and humiliated I felt several more times, I began to tell him the whole story from the beginning.

When I finished, he maintained his warm loving look. After mulling it over a few minutes he asked. "Are you going to do this again, fuck a man with a big cock, I mean?"

"NO! Absolutely not! If you can ever find it in your heart to forgive me, I would never, ever do anything like that again. I won't lie and tell you that it didn't feel good, because it did. I've never felt anything like it, but I'll never, never do it again."

"Then how can you be so sure? You hadn't intended to do it the first time. You were overcome with lust, and weren't able to think rationally. What makes you think it won't happen again?"

"I didn't think about the consequences of my actions the first time. I've suffered so much shame and humiliation that I could never do it again. Yes, it felt good at the time, but look at me. I'm a complete wreck. What's worse, I've hurt you and jeopardized our marriage."

"I know that your intentions are good, but I'm not so sure that you wouldn't weaken and try it again. I don't want a divorce now, but if you continue to fuck other guys, I won't be able to handle it. I don't have it in me to share my wife's body with any other men. We need to find a way to test your resistance to temptation. Otherwise, I won't be able to get it out of my mind. I won't be able to trust you again. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I would never betray your trust again. I've always loved you deeply, but never more than now. The fact that you'll give me another chance astonishes me. You must be a saint."

"I'm not a saint. There are several very good reasons why I'm giving you another chance."

"Oh?"

"The kids for two, and my own happiness for another. You're a great wife and mother, and I still love you very much."

"I'm so grateful. I'll do anything you ask, anything."

"Let me think about it overnight, I want to come up with a way to test you. We'll need to see just how you'll respond to the temptation again."

He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I was still sore and stretched, but there was no way in hell that I was going to deny him. We fucked and I came several times. Brian, however, didn't come. My pussy was so stretched that he didn't feel anything as he fucked me. When I saw him tiring, I rolled him over and gave him the best blow-job that I was capable of. He came into my mouth and I swallowed every delicious drop. I repeatedly told him how much I loved him.

Early the next morning, I attacked Brian again, fucking him until he came in my pussy.

Later that morning, Brian explained what he had in mind to test my ability to resist the big cock temptation. He explained that I needed to contact Dan again and set up another meeting, this time at our house. I was to tell him that my husband was out of town on business. I was also to re-establish communication with the guy that I had rejected in favor of Dan, his name was Alex.

Brian was concerned that Dan may not be a fair test because I was so pissed at him for forcing me to do what I did. He was concerned that I may not be tempted to repeat for that reason alone. That's why we needed Alex. At the same time, I had been submissive to Dan and his demands, and Brian wanted to see if I could resist that, as well.

To make a long story short, I was able to arrange for Dan and Alex to visit on consecutive days, Alex on Thursday and Dan on Friday. Brian said that it might be a distraction for me if he stayed in the house, but he also said that I might not be safe, especially with Dan. He bought a small transmitter that was designed to look like a cameo necklace. It had a small button on the back and all I had to do was push it if I felt that I was in danger. He told me that he would be hiding behind the next door neighbor's garage, only a few minutes away. If he heard the alarm, he would come to my rescue. We tested it a few times and it worked very well.

As a further precaution, we set up a hidden video camera to record the action, which I was to make sure took place in the living room.

The day that I was to meet Alex arrived, and I was extremely nervous. I didn't think that I would be tempted, but even I really didn't know for sure.

Alex arrived right on time, and I greeted him at the door. I invited him into the house, and we sat in the living room, me on the couch and Alex in a chair. Alex was an attractive man and seemed nice enough. He certainly didn't seem as arrogant as Dan. We talked for 10 or 20 minutes, then he moved from his chair to the couch next to me. He placed his arm around me and began to kiss me. I had to play along until he exposed his cock. I had to know for sure that I could resist. I kissed him back and his hands began to rove all over my body. I was getting aroused as he began to massage my nipples.

It wasn't long before he had my blouse and bra off. Next came the pants and panties. He savored the sight of my erect nipples and fingered my wet pussy. He removed his shirt and asked me if I wanted to do the honors with his pants and briefs. I knelt in front of him and undid his belt, top button and zipper. I lowered his pants and he stepped out of them. I looked directly at the large bulge in his briefs, it was huge. I placed my trembling hands on both sides of his briefs and slowly lowered them until his large cock sprang out, fully erect. I looked straight at the bobbing monster, lustily. I was extremely aroused and breathing very heavily at that point. It looked sooo luscious. I was much more tempted to take it in my mouth than I thought I would be. 'Am I in control, or are you,' I thought to myself as I stared at that big, bobbing cock.

I don't know how long I stared at that beautiful, very tempting cock, but it had seemed like an hour. Alex became impatient and grabbed me by the head and tried to force his cock into my mouth.

I'll be the first to admit that I was sorely tempted, but with all the strength and resolve that I could muster, I was able to resist. Reason won out over lust as I closed my eyes and began to think about Brian and the children. I kept my mouth firmly closed. As much as I wanted, and lusted for, Alex's cock, I wanted my husband and family even more. He continued to try to force it in until I pulled his hands off my head, stood up and told him that I couldn't go through with it. He was shocked, I thought that he'd be angry, but he calmly put his clothes back on and left without a word. My rational thinking had won the battle over my lust. I felt greatly relieved and overjoyed.