Chapter 43: Fascinated by large size

My wife Karen and I live a happy married life. There is no privacy or secret between us. We always confess our past and the romantic encounters we are happening to each other without reservation.

On Thursday night, we wanted to go out for a few drinks, maybe a few dances, so we drove to a nearby club.

On the way, we talked about one of my British friends.

I told my wife that my friend, like me, really enjoys sharing his wife’s sexual adventures with like-minded people.

I said I had read several stories he wrote and noticed that he had a very special hobby. I felt that he seemed to have a very strong tendency to be humiliated and especially liked men with huge cocks to play with his wife.

This is a very subtle feeling.

I said: He seemed to like to hear his wife talk about how thick the dicks of other men are and how much she enjoys being raped by those thick dicks.

Will that make you excited?

Well, I don't know Ah, I really haven't thought about this question seriously.

She stopped talking, and we drove silently.

When driving, I actually enjoyed the feeling of peeping at her.

Her short skirt exposed her thighs more than half. Every time she crossed her legs or put them down, I could see the hidden part of her crotch and the sexy black thong under her short skirt.

She was wearing a pure white shirt on her upper body, and the low-open neckline showed a part of her plump and fair breasts.

Although I didn't see her breasts completely, I knew she wasn't wearing a bra inside.

Speaking of her breasts, I have to say that it is simply a work of art.

Her breasts are double D cups, with a size of 36. The complexion of her breasts is as white as cream, and it is dotted with a few cute little freckles. The two small nipples that look like red agate stand proudly on the top of her breasts.

I often like to call that little nipples a elastic bullet, because those two small pieces of flesh often become as hard as bullets, and to me it is like a deadly bullet.

Of course, her nipples are also very lethal to other men.

After a while of silence, Karen said again: Do you know, Philip, most of the men we have fucked with me after we got married have a big cock that is much bigger than yours.

I have to say a few more words here. Maybe she really likes having sex with a man with big dick, but I never felt that the size of a man has a great effect in sexual intercourse.

In fact, the fact that she has sex with other men is even more interesting to me.

However, her topic still excites me.

I was very excited to fantasize about a man with a very large genitals struggling to rape my wife, hoping that she would continue the topic.

No, I didn't realize it.

I said, encouraging her to continue.

Really Ah.I can't imagine any man whose genitals are smaller than yours.Don't get me wrong Ah, Philip, I love you very much, and I love your dick.But, my dear, your dick is neither big enough nor long enough.

Then why didn't you tell me before?

Why should I talk about this?Even if you tell me that you can't let it grow up a little longer, right?Even if you tell me you, you can't make me think it's bigger.My dear, what I am most happy about is that you are willing to let me have sex with any man I like, and that's enough.Whenever I want a thick cock to fuck me, I just go out and find another man.Isn't this good?Are you right, dear?

For Ah, this is another form of excitement, I continue to say: So, do you want to find a big dick tonight?Is it a purposeful Ah you dress like this tonight?

What do you dress like?

she asked.

Don't pretend to be confused, look at your stockings and your little thong underwear.

Oh, I forgot if you didn't say it...

As she said that, she raised her butt, reached out and took off her small thong underwear and threw it aside, saying: I don’t want to wear this tonight, I’m just dancing anyway.

Seeing her lewd appearance, my penis immediately became hard like an iron rod.

Originally, the men she said that raped her, who were much thicker than my cock, were enough to make me excited. Now she plans to be played with by strange men on the dance floor, letting those men hold her sexy body tightly, and let her naked vagina be touched and sucked by the man, which further aroused my sexual desire.

However, she has no plans to play a game that will humiliate her husband. It seems that there are still many things to look forward to Ah!

Tell me, Philip, when I was in the same room with you, I let a strange man fuck me, and when he fucked me with a big cock that was much bigger than yours, do you mind me telling that man about the fact that you were watching your wife being raped?Do you mind that I told that man about your dick that small?Actually, this is not to embarrass you, I just tell the truth.

I hope you don't do that, Karen.

Why Ah?Are you too sensitive to your little penis?

It's not Ah, it's just that I think so far, I think my dick is no less than the average Ah.I think it's pretty good.

The vocabulary you chose is very interesting. Dear, average, that means ordinary or average, right?I mean, the so-called average value is not worth mentioning, are you right?And something that is not worth mentioning is almost boring.

As she said that, she turned her body towards me.

When I drove into the club parking lot, her hands were stroking the inside of my thighs, and her sharp nails teased my excited nerves, and her fingers were only one or two inches away from my glans.

I stopped the car, turned off the engine, and her hand was removed from her legs.

Her legs were still facing me, I saw the hidden part between her legs, and my black pubic hair flashing with a lustful light.

I reached out to wrap my arms around her, pulled her over and pressed her tightly, reached out to stroke her pussy, feeling her desire.

But she quickly pushed my hand away, got rid of my hug, and ran out of the car.

I also got out of the car with her and locked the door.

Looking back, she didn't wait for me, but walked towards the club first, and turned to me and said: Dear, don't follow me tonight, I want to have a quick sex before going home.

Before I could understand exactly what she meant, she added: Who knows, maybe I will do it with you once.

After saying that, she quickly ran into the club.

Listening to the deafening music coming from the club, I felt like I was on fire, and I was looking forward to something exciting to happen, and I knew that tonight must be a very memorable night.

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When I entered the club, I saw Karen had found a table near the dance floor.

The table was relatively large, and four people could sit around, but we usually chose smaller tables and just sit down the couple.

I saw that she had already sat down at the larger table, so I had to walk over and sit down.

Karen opened his handbag and took out a cigarette, lit the fire, leaned back, and crossed his legs.

As a result, the hem of her skirt slid over her thighs, vaguely revealing her vagina without underwear.

I looked at her, felt happy, and waited to watch the show.

Before Karen could finish smoking his first cigarette, a man walked to our table and invited Karen to dance with a smile.

Karen returns him with a smile, and the meaning of it is naturally self-evident.

Of course I can understand what her smile means, after all, she and I have lived for so many years.

Karen put the cigarette butt into the ashtray and stood up and walked towards the dance floor with her first suitor.But she stopped again soon, turned around and said to me: Whiskey.

Of course I understand what she means. After she asked for whiskey in the club last time, she had sex with 4 of the five men in the band.

Later, she told me that it was the whiskey that made her crazy.

Now, she asked for whiskey again, and probably she would become very lewd after drinking.

I quickly asked the waiter for the wine, and I was anxious to drink all the wine as soon as possible.

I watched her dance with the man on the dance floor.

It was a bit early, and there were not many people on the dance floor.

Obviously, the first man who came up to invite her to dance didn't seem to be too aggressive. Perhaps the band played the music a little fast, so they could not have too much physical contact.

But these are not a problem, Karen's body attracted the attention of every man in the club.

Her skirt seemed to have a sense of harmony with her. As she danced, the hem of her skirt kept lifting up and slowly climbing onto her thighs, causing the spring light in her crotch to be constantly exposed; when she raised her arms, her very low-open collar opened, half revealing her plump breasts.

It’s not just me, every man in the club can see that Karen is already very excited.

At the end of the song, her Flower Guardian sent her back to our seats. Just as he was about to return to his seat, Karen lay down in his ear and said something.

Although I don't know what Karen said, I clearly heard the man reply with a smile: Of course, I'm very happy to serve.

Then, he left.

Like it?

Karen asked me.

What do you like?Like watching you dance?

It's Ah.I know how much you like watching me dance in a stranger.

Yes, I like it, do you like it?

What do you like?Do you like dancing or you like to be watched by you?

All Ah.Is he a good dance partner?

She leaned over and leaned into me, but didn't answer my question, but asked me a question: Seeing that I was hugged by a strange man, is your dick hard?Seeing my skirt being pulled to my thigh, is your little cock hard?

I don't know why, but I feel a little embarrassed.

I was a little worried that her words that belittled my manliness would be heard by others, but it is undeniable that her words made her even more excited and excited.

And as the excitement in my body increased, I began to think more about why men with big dicks were so admirable and respected by women than an hour ago.

At this time, Karen's dance companion came to our seats, holding his wine glass in his hand, and it seemed that he wanted to sit with us.

Karen leaned against me and gave up some places to sit down.

After the man sat down, he said something in Karen's ear.

Karen sighed softly, and I fully understand why she sighed.

Philip, this is my friend Kurt.Kurt, my husband Philip.

Karen introduced me and the man to each other, as if she had known the man for a long time.

I reached out to show the man my friendliness, but strangely, he ignored me.

The light in the club is quite dim, I guess he didn't see it, right?

Or is this guy just a rough and unreasonable guy?

Although I don’t care much about whether he sees it or whether it is rude or not, it’s really stupid to stretch out his hands like this.

I retracted my hand angrily, but he still didn't look at me. It seemed that his mind was on Karen.

My wife turned to him and said: Hello, listen, it's a slow dance music.Want to dance?

What a stupid question!

That guy must be asking for it.

Kurt stood up without saying a word and took my wife's hand toward the dance floor.

But Karen turned back, picked up her glass and drank it all.

It seems that whiskey is going to work again!

She followed Kurt into the dance floor, and the two hugged each other tightly in the slow dance.

Karen's height of 1.68 meters and Kurt's height of 1.85 meters. After putting on high heels, her head just reached his shoulders.

Damn, I have to admit that the man she was looking for this time was really cool.

This man is handsome and has a burly body. Even when wearing clothes, I can tell that he is covered in tendons.

Kurt looks like an athlete and is very agile.

During the dance, he said something to Karen many times, and his mouth almost hit Karen's ears when he spoke.

My wife looked up at him, her big green eyes filled with tenderness.

There were several times when I saw that she seemed to be kissing him, but in the end I held back.

The two of them hugged each other on the dance floor for a long time before they reluctantly returned to our seats while the band was resting.

When my wife sat sideways into the seat, I clearly saw the light flashing from the wet pubic hair between her legs.

I know that if I could see it, Kurt would naturally see it too.

After sitting down, Karen turned to face her new dance partner and gave me a big back.

She whispered to Kurt, and because the club was very noisy and they were talking low, I couldn't hear what they were saying, and I really felt like I was completely excluded.

I don't know if Karen understands that she hurts me by doing this, and even feels that she doesn't remember my existence anymore.

But, I was wrong.Suddenly, Karen turned around and shouted at me: Why don’t you ask for a glass of wine for me anymore?If you are worried about spending too much, I have money Ah!

Damn it!

She had never spoken to me in this tone before. Of course she knew that I didn't care how much I spent.

The reason why she said this was just to belittle me in front of her dance partner and show her majesty, just like she always looked down on my little penis.

I waved to the bar and wanted to call a waiter over.

However, Karen was very dissatisfied with my actions and said to me loudly: Damn it!Philip, why do you have to wait for the waiter to come?Can't you go over and ask me for a glass of wine?By the way, I also asked Kurt for an Ah.

As she said that, she turned around and asked Kurt what he wanted to drink.

OKHello, you ask Kurt for a whiskey soda and a soft drink for yourself.A man like you can only drink some drinks that women can drink.

Karen asked about her dance partner and turned back to me and said.

Then, my wife ignored me and instead joked loudly with her friend, restlessly putting her hand on Kurt's thigh.

Under my gaze, her hands were not honest, but continued to touch the man's thighs, and soon pressed on the man's bulging crotch.

Seeing this scene, I quickly got up and went to the bar to buy them wine.

By the time I returned, they had already changed seats, Kurt was sitting in the middle, while my wife was sitting in the seat he had just sat.

In this way, I can't see what Karen's left hand is doing.

She faced the man with her right hand on the table and her left hand under the table.

Although I couldn't see her left hand, I knew by consciously that her hand must be doing something.

I wanted to walk over her and sit down, but she stopped me and said, "You sit over there."

I just sat on the other side as she wanted.

This leads to a scene where Kurt sits between us and our wife, Karen sits on his right and I sit on his left.

I put the wine I asked for before them separately.

Karen found that I didn't ask for drinks for myself, so he asked: Where is your drink?

I don't want to drink it.

I replied.

Oh, of course you want to drink Ah!

Karen said angrily, turning his head to look for the waiter: Miss, Miss, oh, who can come here?

I really don't understand what's wrong with her now.

Seeing a waitress coming, my wife said to her loudly: Can you bring my husband a drink?Please, it's the kind of soft drink for ladies to drink, he is not suitable for men to drink.

I was ashamed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in. I guess everyone in the club heard my wife humiliated me.

Although, I admit that I don’t have much alcohol, I still drink some gin, vodka and martini every time I go out to play, and I have never had pink Mary or something for women to enjoy.

My God, this won’t make me feel embarrassed!

Of course, Kurt's presence makes me feel even more embarrassed.

So far, he still hasn't said a word to me, and he turned arrogantly turned a blind eye to me.

Damn, I provided him with my woman and paid him for drinking, but he ignored me. What's the point?

I was really angry. Just as I was about to speak, Karen suddenly fell to my ear and said something to me quietly.

Philip, do you know what I'm doing?

Don't you want to piss me to death?

I replied angrily.

Oh, don't be angry.Guess what my left hand is doing, do you know?

I really don't know what she is doing, but I don't want to ask, so I just looked down.

I was so shocked to see that my wife had already pulled Kurt's cock out of his pants and was struggling hard.

What a lewd woman, Ah, she actually masturbated on another man in front of me!

Of course, I have to admit that besides being shocked by my wife’s behavior, I was also amazed at the size of Kurt’s penis.

This is the longest and thickest penis I have ever seen.

For ordinary couples, it is already very strange for a wife to masturbate another man in front of her husband, but what Karen wants me to do is even more strange.

Philip, I want you to touch this penis.

She seemed so ordinary when she said this, just as ordinary as asking me to touch the fabric of the dress or touch the furniture.

Although she was lying in my ear and whispering, it sounded like a thunderclap to me.

I felt it was difficult for me to obey, so I turned my head aside and looked at the crowd dancing on the dance floor, hoping that Karen would stop masturbating and go to the dance floor with Kurt.

Philip, have you heard me?I want you to touch Kurt's big cock, and he said you will definitely touch it.I just told him that I hope my husband's cock is as thick and hard as his.Come on, Philip, reach out your hand and touch this big, big cock like this.Come to Ah, be a good boy, Philip.Let me tell you, if you don’t listen to me, I will have sex with him in front of everyone. Do you believe it?

Karen was a little unhappy and threatened me like this.

I know she is a woman who dares to speak and do, so I can only obey my destiny.

In order not to attract other people's attention, I carefully reached out from under the table and touched the hot and hard cock with the back of my hand.

It seemed as if it was burned by a hot iron rod, I just touched Kurt's penis and immediately dodged.This made Karen feel very upset.

I didn't say let you just touch it, I let me hold it!Come and try to hold this big cock and tell me how you feel.Come on, Philip, snapshot what I said!

There was no way, I could only do what she said, and I held the cock that had just been rubbed by my wife in my right hand.

I have to say that this thick cock is like a huge sausage, heavy and hard, leaving a deep impression on me!

My mind was completely shocked by this huge genitals, and I felt my big cock slowly squirming in my groggy.

It turned out that my wife was holding the part exposed from my hand and styling it hard.

I suddenly realized that this big cock was too long and neither of us nor our husbands could hold our hands completely.

What do you think, Philip?Is he a giant?

Karen asked.

I didn't say anything.Oh shit!What do you want me to say?say what?Although I was a little angry, I didn't pull my hand back. I still felt it swelling and beating in my palm.

I ask you, what do you think?

Karen said a little, his voice raised a little: What do you think of Kurt's big cock, Ah, Philip?

I think it's awesome, Karen.

Really?marvelous?So, Philip, what about it compared to yours?What about Kurt's big cock compared to your little cock?Do you think that cock can give me greater happiness?Which dick do you think I should have sex with tonight?

I just said it was great.

I murmured.

Then why not compare, Philip?Now take out your little thing, let Kurt see what kind of little cock was fucking me before.Come on, come on, take out your cock quickly.

Karen, please...

No, Philip, I must take it out, I want Kurt to look at your dick too.He has asked you to see his, so you have to let him see yours.He won't laugh at you, I promise you!

Please, Karen, don't do this!

Why not, my dear?This is the beginning of your life. Don’t you and your British friend like to let your wife be played with by a man with big cock?Now let’s discuss this topic well.Come on, let me see if your little dick is still that small.Take it out and let's take a look at Ah!Let me tell you Ah, if you don’t take it out now, don’t think about letting me take a look at it again in the future, let alone let it fuck me.

She was right, this matter was indeed the beginning of me, so I could only do what she said.

I still held Kurt's penis with one hand, and pulled open the zipper of my pants with the other, and took out the penis.

It was so embarrassing that my little penis was soft and I covered it with my palms embarrassedly.

Philip, come on, harden your cock, I watch it hard.

Karen said.

Just as I was tugging my penis hard, the waitress came to bring drinks.

She stood beside me, waiting for me to pay for the drinks, while looking at me masturbating in surprise.

Oh, it's so embarrassing. I held my penis with one hand and moved it hard, and the other man's big cock in the other hand, while Karen was still chattering: Hurry up Ah, make yourself hard, I want to see how you look hard!

Already hard!Damn, what else do you want to do?Isn’t this already as hard as before?Of course, mine is not as big as his, no, no, so what about Ah!

I muttered angrily.

Karen smiled, took out his wallet to pay the bill, and sent the waitress away.

I looked down at the desktop, my heart was in a mess.

Fortunately, something even more embarrassing did not happen after all. I really hope it will be over tonight.

But at this moment, Karen spoke again: I said, who will I fuck with tonight?Who should fill my hungry hole?Should I dedicate myself to a strong man like Kurt?Or should I leave it to a slutty like you?

I didn't say anything, Karen asked again.

Philip, listen, I want you to tell me what to do.Should I have sex with Kurt?Should I let him fuck me?Do you still want me to fuck your little cock only?Tell me quickly, my baby, I will do what you said.

At this moment, something bad happened. I suddenly ejaculated, making my hands and pants full of dirty semen.

I've never cumed so much, and the more I cum, the less I want to stop it. I want to shoot my body empty, I want to keep cuming and shoot it all night.

At this time, I heard Karen say to Kurt: I think he wants me to fuck you, let's go!