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Then came the knock.

Soft. Electric.

We turned toward the curtain.

Lisa's eyes widened. "Well," she whispered. "Looks like someone wants to play."

The curtain pulled aside.

What emerged first was the shape. Then the light hit it.

A cock. Real. Heavy. Dark and veined. Soft, but still six inches long. Thick even without trying. The head full. Warm. Hanging low. Already glistening.

I froze.

She leaned closer. "That's real, baby. Bigger than any toy we've ever used. Warm. Alive."

Lisa's grip on me tightened. "Oh my God," she breathed.

She stared at it, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Then she looked at me. "You okay?"

I nodded, but it was a lie. My whole body was vibrating. My cock was rock hard, trapped in her hand. My mouth dry. My thoughts gone.

"I just..." she whispered. "It's soft."

She reached forward. Her fingers touched it.

She gasped. "It's heavy. It's fucking heavy soft."

She cupped it gently, like she didn't want to wake it, like she was holding something sacred.

"Oh my god," she repeated. "I can feel the weight in my palm. It's not even hard yet." She let out a tiny laugh. "I didn't know soft could feel like that. Like it's... alive."

She turned her head toward me, her eyes shining with arousal and disbelief. "Baby," she whispered. "Touch it."

I hesitated.

Her voice softened. "Come on. Just feel it. I want you to know what it's like. I want us to know."

She moved her hand just enough to make space. My fingers reached out, tentative, shaking, and made contact.

Warm. Thick. Heavier than I expected. It twitched. I nearly pulled away, but Lisa's hand caught mine.

"Stay," she whispered.

I nodded, breath catching. She leaned in and kissed my jaw.

"It's real. And it's big soft. You know what that means?"

I nodded again, unable to look away.

Her voice was lower now, almost reverent. "It's going to be so much bigger hard. I can't even imagine it inside you yet. But I want to."

I swallowed hard. My hand still rested on it, and my cock pulsed in her grip.

Lisa's voice brushed against my ear. "That's it," she whispered. "Let it happen. Let it grow... right there in your hand."

And it did.

Slowly. Deliberately. Like it knew I was holding it. Like it had been waiting for this moment too.

The weight in my palm shifted. Thickened. I could feel the pulse of blood, the throb as it filled. Inch by inch, it lifted, not with urgency, but with gravity-defying confidence. Like it always got this reaction.

Lisa exhaled next to me. "Oh my god," she whispered. "It's getting harder."

She was still cupping the base, her thumb brushing over the skin like she was memorizing the shape. The curve. The sheer size.

"It's not even done," she murmured, eyes wide. "Feel that? It's still growing."

And it was. Now it was close to eye level, pointing slightly upward, dark and firm and massive. Easily nine inches, maybe more. Thick all the way up. The kind of cock that made you question every decision you thought you'd made, and want to make new ones.

My hand barely fit around it now.

Lisa looked over, saw the way I was breathing, the flush in my cheeks, the way I kept involuntarily squeezing the base.

She smiled. "You're trembling again."

"I know," I whispered.

She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "You've never touched one this big, have you?"

I shook my head.

Her voice dropped, warm and wicked. "You've stroked toys this size. Taken them. But this... this is real. It's pulsing in your hand."

The cock twitched again, firmer now. The veins pronounced. The head swollen and wet with precum.

Lisa's hand slipped from the base and slid up behind mine. "Stroke it, baby," she whispered. "Nice and slow. Show me how you'd take care of it."

My hand moved, almost on instinct. Up. Down. The skin warm and slick. The shaft so thick my fingers didn't close around it. My own cock twitched in my pants, aching, helpless.

Lisa moaned softly. "That's it."

Her words dropped straight into my chest like heat.

"You love this, don't you?" she breathed. "Helping. Preparing. Being useful."

I nodded. "Yes."

"Because you know what comes next."

I froze. My hand still wrapped around that incredible shaft, now hard and proud and ready.

Lisa turned to me, her voice low and tender. "He hasn't said a word. He's just watching you. Letting you stroke him. Letting you feel every inch before you decide."

She kissed the side of my face. "But I know you. You don't want to decide. You want to be told."

I swallowed.

She reached for my waistband. "You're leaking."

I nodded.

She smiled. "Of course you are."

Lisa turned her head slowly and finally looked up at the man, at his face. He met her gaze. Calm. Confident. Unbothered.

She looked back at me and whispered:

"He's waiting, baby. But I think he knows. I think he sees it in your eyes that you're about to beg me to let you put that beautiful cock in your mouth."

Lisa held my face in her hands and tilted it gently toward hers. "Breathe," she whispered. "Look at me."

I did. My eyes were wide. Wet. Open.

Her thumb traced over my bottom lip. "You've dreamed of this. So many nights. So many times with toys. Whispering my name while you fucked yourself, wishing it was real."

I nodded, desperate.

She leaned in, her lips grazing mine. "You're ready, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Her eyes gleamed. "Say it. Say what you want."

I hesitated, trembling. My voice barely made it out.

"I want to suck it."

Lisa's breath caught. Her eyes locked onto mine like she'd been waiting to hear that for years.

Then she smiled.

She turned toward the cock, thick, heavy, still glistening from the slow stroke I'd just given it, and wrapped her hand around the base again. It twitched at her touch.

She guided it gently, bringing it just inches from my lips.

"There," she said softly. "That's for you."

My mouth opened on instinct, heat radiating through me. I could smell him. Clean. Faintly musky. Erotic in a way no toy ever was.

But I didn't move.

Lisa leaned in again, her breath hot on my ear. "Lick it."

Her hand pressed lightly on the back of my neck.

"Just the tip. Like we practiced."

My tongue flicked out, shaky at first, and met the warm, slick head. Salty. Thick. Real.

Lisa moaned softly.

"There you go," she whispered. "That's my boy."

I licked again, slower this time. More confident. My mouth opening a little wider. Exploring.

The cock pulsed.

Lisa stroked my hair. "Taste him. Use your tongue like you mean it. You've wanted this. Needed this."

My lips parted, and I wrapped them around the tip. Soft suction. A gentle suck.

Lisa's hand gripped my shoulder, steadying herself. "Fuck," she breathed. "You look so hot like this. Do you feel it?"

I nodded, cock pressed to my tongue, my lips sliding a little further down the shaft.

"Good," she purred. "Now take more."

I did.

Each inch slid in warmer than the last. My lips stretched, my throat tensed. My cock pulsed, untouched and aching.

Lisa watched, voice low and proud. "That's it. Use your mouth. Feed on it. Make me proud."

She pressed her palm to my back. "I want to see how far you can go."

I moaned around the shaft, the sound vibrating through my throat.

Lisa leaned in. "Look at me."

I glanced up. Her eyes were wide, breath shallow, fingers trembling against her thigh.

"You're beautiful," she whispered. "Beautiful with a cock in your mouth."

She kissed my forehead, then whispered:

"You're mine. And now he knows it too."

The cock pressed against my tongue, heavier now, firmer. Not full hardness yet, but enough that I had to work for it.

Lisa's fingers caressed my jaw as I started to suck, slowly, cautiously.

"Mmm," she breathed. "Look at those lips. Taking it like they've done this before."

She moved behind me, her palm against my lower back.

"Arch a little more. Yes. I want him to feel how eager you are. Don't just suck. Offer."

My body obeyed before my mind could process. I pushed my hips forward slightly, arching just the way she told me, as if my mouth and ass were begging to be filled.

Lisa moaned. "Fuck, baby. You're being so good. I can't believe this is real. That this is my husband. On his knees. Worshiping cock like he was meant to."

The man stayed silent, letting her lead.

I moaned around the shaft, feeling it swell. My lips stretched wider, my jaw loosening. Every inch felt like a new surrender.

Lisa stroked my hair.

"Remember what I told you?" she whispered. "If you can't take it all, stroke the base with your hand. Let your throat learn. Let it open."

I did. My hand found the slick, warm base and stroked while my lips wrapped tighter around the top.

"Ohh baby," Lisa said, voice breaking slightly. "You're making me so wet right now. Seeing you like this... it's better than any porn. Better than anything we've ever done."

She reached into her jeans. I heard the wet sound of fingers finding her clit.

"God, you look used already. And he hasn't even started fucking your throat yet."

I whimpered again.

She leaned down, voice thick with arousal. "You love this, don't you?"
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Omg I’m so hard! Your making me leak a river!!
 
Working on a new story. This is part one of it

Part 1
It was a quiet Thursday evening, just the two of us, the house silent except for the low hum of jazz from the living room speaker. Dinner had been simple, flirty, our usual routine of stolen glances and teasing touches under the table. But tonight Lisa had that look: eyes dark, smile secretive, like she was holding onto something delicious.

As I loaded the last plate into the dishwasher, she came up behind me, arms sliding around my waist, lips brushing my ear.

"It's time," she whispered, voice low and full of promise. "Go upstairs. Shower. Get nice and clean for me. Then wait in bed, naked, ready."

My stomach flipped. I knew that tone. "Yes, ma'am."

She smacked my ass lightly as I headed up the stairs. "Don't keep me waiting too long."

The shower was hot, thorough. I took my time, nerves and anticipation mixing in my gut. By the time I toweled off and slipped into bed, the sheets cool against my bare skin, my cock was already half-hard just from wondering what she had planned.

The door opened twenty minutes later. Lisa stepped in wearing nothing but black lace panties and a silk robe that hung open, teasing glimpses of her curves. In her hand was the new toy, still in its discreet black bag.

She closed the door, set the bag on the dresser, and turned to me with a slow, wicked smile.

"Close your eyes for a second, baby."

I did. Heard the rustle of the bag, the soft clink of the harness. Then her footsteps, the mattress dipping as she climbed onto the bed beside me.

"Okay. Open."

My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and there it was.

Nine inches of realistic black cock, thick and imposing in her hand. The head was thinner, tapered for entry, but midway down the shaft it flared dramatically, girthy in a way that made my throat go dry. Veins traced its length, the base heavy with weighted balls. Every part of it was impressive, intimidating, perfect.

"Holy fuck, Lisa," I breathed, sitting up slightly. "That's huge."

She laughed softly, stroking it once, eyes locked on mine. "I know." She moved closer, kneeling between my legs, the toy resting against my thigh, heavy and warm from her grip. "Look at this thing. The head might slide in easy, but this middle part?" She wrapped her fingers around the thickest section, barely closing them. "I don't know if it'll fit. And nine full inches, how deep will that reach inside you?"

My cock twitched hard against my stomach, nerves and want twisting together. "You're sure about this?"

She leaned down, kissing me slow, her free hand cupping my balls gently. "I'm sure I want to watch you try. But we'll go slow. Promise." She kissed my neck, then my chest, working lower. "You're nervous?"

"A little," I admitted, voice rough. "It's thicker than anything we've done."

"Good nervous?" she murmured against my skin.

"Yeah. Good nervous."

She smiled, sitting back on her heels, buckling the harness on now. The black straps framed her hips perfectly, the massive cock jutting out obscenely from her body. She looked powerful, beautiful, and utterly turned on.

"Get on your stomach for me, baby. Ass up. I want you nice and open."

I rolled over, heart pounding, lifting my hips and spreading my knees. The cool air hit my exposed hole, and I shivered as I felt the mattress shift behind me.

A moment later, cool lube dripped right onto my entrance, slow and deliberate. The shock of it sent shivers through my whole body.

"Mmm," Lisa purred, her fingers spreading the lube in teasing circles. "Look at you. Already shivering. I know you love this part, feeling that cool drip, knowing what's coming." Her fingertip pressed lightly, not entering, just tracing. "Your hole's twitching already. Begging for it."

I moaned into the pillow, pushing back slightly.

"Tell me what you want," she commanded softly.

"I want it," I whispered. "Want you to fill me."

"Want what, baby?"

"That big black cock," I said, voice shaking with need. "Want you to fuck me with it."

"Good boy." She pressed the thin head against me, warm now from her grip, slick with lube. "Here it comes."

The tip slid in easily, popping past my ring with that perfect stretch that always made me see stars. I moaned loud, long, burying my face in the pillow.

"Heaven, isn't it?" she whispered, holding still, letting me adjust. "Feel that? Just the head, and you're already moaning like a slut." She twisted gently, teasing the sensitive ring. "God, the contrast is so hot. Your tight pink hole stretched around this massive black cock. It's filthy. Beautiful."

I whimpered, pushing back for more.

She laughed softly. "Ready for the thick part? Thicker than anything we've tried."

"Yeah... go slow."

"Of course, baby." She dripped more lube, her hand stroking my back soothingly. "Breathe for me. In, out. That's it."

She pushed, slow, steady pressure. The flare hit, stretching me wider, burning in the best way. I gasped, gripping the sheets.

"You're doing so good," she praised, voice thick with arousal. "Look at you opening up. So sexy seeing your ass fight it, then give in." Another gentle push. "Breathe, baby. Let it in. God, the way you're stretching around my black cock, it's unbelievable."

I focused on relaxing, breathing deep, and suddenly the thickest part slipped past with a pop. The rest followed fast, my ass hungry, greedy, devouring the full nine inches in one slick slide until her hips pressed flush against me. Balls-deep.

Lisa froze, a shocked laugh escaping her. "Holy... Eric. What just happened?" Her hands gripped my hips, holding still. "You're all the way down. Balls-deep on the first try. I was ready to work you through it slow, and your ass just swallowed it."

I moaned, full in a way I'd never felt, deep, pressing somewhere inside that made my cock leak steadily onto the sheets. "Feels incredible."

She leaned over me, kissing my shoulder blades. "Tell me. How does it feel?"

"Like it's poking my belly button from the inside," I gasped.

She laughed again, delighted, one hand sliding under me to feel my stomach. "Oh my God, I can almost feel the bulge. That's so fucking hot." She rocked gently, testing. "You're taking it like a champ, baby. Better than I ever could."
 
The praise lit me up. She started thrusting, slow, deep strokes that dragged every ridge over my prostate. I leaked constantly, moans turning to whimpers.

"You're stretched so wide," she whispered, voice awed. "I wish I could watch closer. Your hole clinging to this thick black cock. God, none of my friends could take this. But my husband? Taking it like he was made for monster cock."

She fucked me steady, building rhythm, her breaths coming faster. "Switch," she suddenly said, pulling out slow. "I want to see your face when you come."

She flipped me onto my back, lifting my legs over her shoulders. First she grabbed the lube again, drizzling more over the toy and my stretched hole. Her fingers traced my rim, eyes wide.

"Look at this," she breathed, almost to herself. "Your butt is so open right now. Stretched and glistening. I've never seen anything like it. Wow. It's hot." She met my eyes, voice trembling with arousal. "I'm so turned on by all of it, baby. This big black dick I love, buried in my husband who's taking it better than I ever dreamed."

She teased my hole again with the tip, circling, pressing just enough to make me squirm, then stopped.

"You know one of my favorite parts?" she said, voice playful but commanding. "Hearing you beg for it. I know you really want it. Tell me just how bad."

"Please," I managed, weak and breathless. "I want it."

She started to ease the cock away, pulling back an inch. "That's it?"

"Okay, okay," I gasped, hips lifting desperately. "I need it. Please, Lisa, fuck me with that big cock. I need to feel full again."

She paused, smiling down at me. "That's a bit better. But you know I get turned on the dirtier you talk. If you want this big black cock back inside your ass, you're going to have to convince me you truly crave it."

She rocked her hips slightly, letting the tip kiss my hole again, not entering, just brushing, teasing. My body jerked toward it on instinct.

"Let's start simple," she purred. "What do you want?"

"I want your big, thick, beautiful black cock," I said, voice rough.

"Mmm, that's better." She stroked the shaft slowly with her free hand, letting me see how slick it was. "Where do you want it?"

"Deep in my ass, love."

She tilted her head, smiling wickedly. "Why?"

"Because it feels so fucking good," I admitted, hips lifting again, chasing her. "Stretches me perfect. Hits every spot."

"Do you need it?" she asked, voice dropping softer, more intimate.

"Yes, babe. I need it. Please give it to me."

She leaned closer, her breasts brushing my chest, her breath warm on my lips. "What is your ass right now?"

"My ass is yours," I rasped. "Yours to do whatever you want with."

"But what does your ass love?" she whispered, the tip pressing just enough to make me whimper.

"I love cock," I said, voice cracking with need. "I love your big, thick black cock. I just want it buried deep inside me. It feels so fucking good. Please, Lisa, give it to me."

She moaned softly, her hand slipping between her thighs, rubbing slow circles through the harness. "Is my husband a cock-hungry slut?"

"YESSS," I groaned, louder, desperate. "I'm your cock-hungry slut. Please, baby, I need that huge black cock stretching me open. Fuck me with it. Make me take every inch. I'm begging you."

Her eyes flashed, breath catching. "God, that's sexy," she breathed. "Hearing you say it like that, admitting how much you crave cock." She pressed forward, slow at first, then steady, the thickest part flaring against my ring again.

"Breathe," she coached, voice trembling with her own arousal. "Let it in. Let your greedy ass swallow what it wants."

I pushed out, relaxed, and it slipped past the widest point with a delicious pop. The rest followed fast, hungry, greedy, until she was buried to the hilt once more.

Lisa gasped, hips flush against me. "Fuck, you just took it all again. So easy. So perfect." She held still, letting me feel every inch, every pulse of the toy inside me. Then she leaned down, kissing me deep, tongue claiming my mouth while her hips stayed locked.

She broke the kiss, forehead pressed to mine, voice a hot whisper against my lips. "I can tell by the look in your eyes that you now know the power of cock. You know how good it feels. The pleasures it unlocks. We've unlocked something new here, haven't we?"

I could only nod, beyond words, just moans and desperate little gasps, the fullness overwhelming.

"I'm so turned on," she confessed, starting to thrust harder, her free hand rubbing her clit through the harness. "Watching you take something this big, something I never could, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. My perfect husband, stuffed full of huge black cock and loving every inch."

That pushed me over. I came hard, spurting across my chest, clenching around her. Lisa followed seconds later, grinding deep as she cried out, her body shaking.

We stayed locked like that, breathing hard. She kissed me slow, tender.

"You're unbelievable," she whispered against my lips. "I still can't get over it. Nine inches. That thickness. All the way in, like your ass was starving for it."

I smiled weakly. "For you? Anything."

She traced my lips, eyes gleaming with pride, possession, and a spark of an idea I couldn't yet read.

Little did I know that spark would change everything.
 
Part 2....

The week after that Thursday night was pure electricity. Lisa was playful and excited in a way I hadn’t seen in years. Every morning she’d wake up grinning, kissing me slow and deep before work. The day after our session, she came home early, wrapped her arms around me from behind, and squeezed my ass gently.

“You’re walking a little funny today, baby,” she teased, her lips brushing my ear. “How’s that sweet hole feeling after taking my big black monster?”

I laughed, face heating. “Sore. In the best way.”

She grabbed my butt again, firmer this time. “Good. I love knowing I stretched you out so well.” Throughout the week she kept it up, whispering naughty things in my ear while we cooked dinner, grabbing my ass in the hallway, texting me during the day with things like “Thinking about how easily you swallowed nine inches. Can’t wait to do it again.”

One afternoon she came home from lunch with her friend Sophie, the one Lisa always called “the big slut” because of her wild dating stories. Lisa flopped onto the couch beside me, eyes sparkling.

“Babe, you know how I always told you what a slut Sophie was in school?” she said, voice low and amused. “I had to ask her what the biggest cock she’s ever taken was. You won’t believe how big.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How big?”

She grinned, leaning in like she was sharing the juiciest gossip. “Eight inches. She was so proud of it, like it was some huge accomplishment.” Lisa laughed softly, her hand sliding up my thigh. “I didn’t tell her, but I wanted to. She’s a rookie compared to you, babe.”

She kissed me hard, her hand cupping my crotch. “My strong, sexy husband takes more cock than her, and loves every inch.”

Friday night, Lisa told me she was heading out for drinks with Ryan, her gay friend from college who was in town for the weekend. “Just catching up,” she said with a wink. “I’ll be home late.”

She left at seven, looking incredible in tight jeans and a low-cut black top, heels clicking as she blew me a kiss from the door.

“Have fun,” I said, trying to sound casual.

She winked. “Oh, I will.”

I showered, changed into comfortable sweats, and climbed into bed with a book, figuring I’d hear all about it when she got home. The house was quiet, peaceful. I read for a while, then drifted off.

I woke to the sound of the front door closing, soft footsteps on the stairs. Lisa slipped into the bedroom around midnight, already kicking off her heels. She disappeared into the bathroom for a quick shower, then came back wrapped in a towel, hair damp, skin still warm from the water.

She climbed into bed beside me, towel falling away as she pressed her naked body against mine.

“Baby,” she whispered, voice thick with excitement. “You awake?”

I rolled toward her, instantly alert. “Yeah. How was drinks?”

She kissed me slow, then pulled back, eyes shining in the dim light. “It was fun. I may have had one too many margaritas.” She laughed softly, a little tipsy still. “Ryan’s been single for a while. His last guy… well, it didn’t work out. Ryan was frustrated. Said the guy couldn’t take him. Not even close.”

My pulse kicked up. “Take him?”

Lisa nodded, her hand sliding down my chest. “That’s when the conversation turned. I got curious. Asked what he meant. He tried to brush it off at first, but I pushed. Finally he admitted… his cock is too big for most people. He’s really good-looking, but it’s always been a struggle. Guys back off when they see it.”

She paused, biting her lip. “And babe… I might have slipped up here.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Slipped up how?”

She laughed softly, a little nervous, a little thrilled. “When he said that, I kinda laughed. Not mean, just surprised. And I said, ‘Well, I don’t have that problem.’”

My stomach flipped. “You told him?”

“Not everything,” she said quickly. “But it opened the door. We talked about how we’ve been exploring. How open you’ve gotten. How much you love it. And by then… I just had to share a picture of the strap-on. The nine-inch black one.”

I swallowed hard. “What did he say?”

Her hand drifted lower, finding me already hardening. “He couldn’t believe it. His eyes went wide. He said, ‘Damn, Lisa… Eric’s always been hot, but I didn’t know he could take cock like that.’”

She stroked me slowly, watching my face. “He was so excited. Turned on. Said he’s been frustrated for months. No one’s been able to handle him properly. And then… I might have suggested something.”

She paused, eyes searching mine. “I told him we could help. That you took cock so well. That hearing him talk about his size got me thinking how hot it would be to watch you take his.”

My cock throbbed in her hand. She smiled, feeling it.

“He didn’t say no,” she whispered. “He got quiet, then said he’d love that. If we were serious. No pressure. Just… if we wanted to.”

She leaned in, kissing my neck. “So I told him there’s no rush. But if you’re interested… he could come over tomorrow night. We could have a few drinks. See how it feels. Maybe he shows us his cock. And we can see if you want to do something. No expectations. Just exploration.”

“I’m so wet right now, baby. Telling you this… thinking about it… I want this so badly. I want to watch you take him. See how you handle something real. Something even bigger than the toy.”

She guided my hand between her thighs. I felt how soaked she was, slick and ready.

“Feel that?” she breathed. “That’s how turned on I am just talking about it.”

I groaned, fingers sliding through her wetness.

“Hmm, look how hard you are,” she whispered.

She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, guiding my rock-hard cock inside her in one smooth motion. We both moaned as she sank down, her heat enveloping me.

“Oh babe, I’ve never felt your cock so big and so hard,” she gasped, starting to ride me slow and deep. “You must really be turned on by this.”

She ground harder, eyes locked on mine. “This is so exciting. Tomorrow night… Ryan here. Maybe you don’t want to just look at it.” She leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Do you want to touch it? Feel how warm and heavy a real cock is?”

I thrust up into her, nodding.

“More?” she purred, grinding harder. “Do you want to suck it? Taste a real cock for the first time?”

I groaned, hands gripping her hips.

“Maybe if all goes well you can try taking it,” she breathed, voice trembling with arousal. “If you feel up for it. I would love to see that. It would be so hot if you’d do that for me.”

She rode faster, sensing my reaction. “At least consider it, baby. Tell me you’ll think about letting Ryan stretch you open.”

“Yes,” I rasped. “I’ll consider it.”

She went wild then, slamming down harder, moans filling the room. “God, yes. That’s my boy.”

She sensed I was getting closer, her rhythm relentless. “He hasn’t come in so long,” she whispered urgently. “Can you just imagine how much he’ll come? Where do you want it, babe? In your mouth… or deep in your ass?”

Those words pushed me over the edge. I came hard inside her, groaning her name, clenching as waves hit. Lisa followed seconds later, grinding deep as she cried out, her body shaking above me.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, her body draped over mine.

She kissed my forehead, smiling. “Tomorrow’s going to be incredible.”
 
Mr. Briggs said:
Part 2....

The week after that Thursday night was pure electricity. Lisa was playful and excited in a way I hadn’t seen in years. Every morning she’d wake up grinning, kissing me slow and deep before work. The day after our session, she came home early, wrapped her arms around me from behind, and squeezed my ass gently.

“You’re walking a little funny today, baby,” she teased, her lips brushing my ear. “How’s that sweet hole feeling after taking my big black monster?”

I laughed, face heating. “Sore. In the best way.”

She grabbed my butt again, firmer this time. “Good. I love knowing I stretched you out so well.” Throughout the week she kept it up, whispering naughty things in my ear while we cooked dinner, grabbing my ass in the hallway, texting me during the day with things like “Thinking about how easily you swallowed nine inches. Can’t wait to do it again.”

One afternoon she came home from lunch with her friend Sophie, the one Lisa always called “the big slut” because of her wild dating stories. Lisa flopped onto the couch beside me, eyes sparkling.

“Babe, you know how I always told you what a slut Sophie was in school?” she said, voice low and amused. “I had to ask her what the biggest cock she’s ever taken was. You won’t believe how big.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How big?”

She grinned, leaning in like she was sharing the juiciest gossip. “Eight inches. She was so proud of it, like it was some huge accomplishment.” Lisa laughed softly, her hand sliding up my thigh. “I didn’t tell her, but I wanted to. She’s a rookie compared to you, babe.”

She kissed me hard, her hand cupping my crotch. “My strong, sexy husband takes more cock than her, and loves every inch.”

Friday night, Lisa told me she was heading out for drinks with Ryan, her gay friend from college who was in town for the weekend. “Just catching up,” she said with a wink. “I’ll be home late.”

She left at seven, looking incredible in tight jeans and a low-cut black top, heels clicking as she blew me a kiss from the door.

“Have fun,” I said, trying to sound casual.

She winked. “Oh, I will.”

I showered, changed into comfortable sweats, and climbed into bed with a book, figuring I’d hear all about it when she got home. The house was quiet, peaceful. I read for a while, then drifted off.

I woke to the sound of the front door closing, soft footsteps on the stairs. Lisa slipped into the bedroom around midnight, already kicking off her heels. She disappeared into the bathroom for a quick shower, then came back wrapped in a towel, hair damp, skin still warm from the water.

She climbed into bed beside me, towel falling away as she pressed her naked body against mine.

“Baby,” she whispered, voice thick with excitement. “You awake?”

I rolled toward her, instantly alert. “Yeah. How was drinks?”

She kissed me slow, then pulled back, eyes shining in the dim light. “It was fun. I may have had one too many margaritas.” She laughed softly, a little tipsy still. “Ryan’s been single for a while. His last guy… well, it didn’t work out. Ryan was frustrated. Said the guy couldn’t take him. Not even close.”

My pulse kicked up. “Take him?”

Lisa nodded, her hand sliding down my chest. “That’s when the conversation turned. I got curious. Asked what he meant. He tried to brush it off at first, but I pushed. Finally he admitted… his cock is too big for most people. He’s really good-looking, but it’s always been a struggle. Guys back off when they see it.”

She paused, biting her lip. “And babe… I might have slipped up here.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Slipped up how?”

She laughed softly, a little nervous, a little thrilled. “When he said that, I kinda laughed. Not mean, just surprised. And I said, ‘Well, I don’t have that problem.’”

My stomach flipped. “You told him?”

“Not everything,” she said quickly. “But it opened the door. We talked about how we’ve been exploring. How open you’ve gotten. How much you love it. And by then… I just had to share a picture of the strap-on. The nine-inch black one.”

I swallowed hard. “What did he say?”

Her hand drifted lower, finding me already hardening. “He couldn’t believe it. His eyes went wide. He said, ‘Damn, Lisa… Eric’s always been hot, but I didn’t know he could take cock like that.’”

She stroked me slowly, watching my face. “He was so excited. Turned on. Said he’s been frustrated for months. No one’s been able to handle him properly. And then… I might have suggested something.”

She paused, eyes searching mine. “I told him we could help. That you took cock so well. That hearing him talk about his size got me thinking how hot it would be to watch you take his.”

My cock throbbed in her hand. She smiled, feeling it.

“He didn’t say no,” she whispered. “He got quiet, then said he’d love that. If we were serious. No pressure. Just… if we wanted to.”

She leaned in, kissing my neck. “So I told him there’s no rush. But if you’re interested… he could come over tomorrow night. We could have a few drinks. See how it feels. Maybe he shows us his cock. And we can see if you want to do something. No expectations. Just exploration.”

“I’m so wet right now, baby. Telling you this… thinking about it… I want this so badly. I want to watch you take him. See how you handle something real. Something even bigger than the toy.”

She guided my hand between her thighs. I felt how soaked she was, slick and ready.

“Feel that?” she breathed. “That’s how turned on I am just talking about it.”

I groaned, fingers sliding through her wetness.

“Hmm, look how hard you are,” she whispered.

She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, guiding my rock-hard cock inside her in one smooth motion. We both moaned as she sank down, her heat enveloping me.

“Oh babe, I’ve never felt your cock so big and so hard,” she gasped, starting to ride me slow and deep. “You must really be turned on by this.”

She ground harder, eyes locked on mine. “This is so exciting. Tomorrow night… Ryan here. Maybe you don’t want to just look at it.” She leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Do you want to touch it? Feel how warm and heavy a real cock is?”

I thrust up into her, nodding.

“More?” she purred, grinding harder. “Do you want to suck it? Taste a real cock for the first time?”

I groaned, hands gripping her hips.

“Maybe if all goes well you can try taking it,” she breathed, voice trembling with arousal. “If you feel up for it. I would love to see that. It would be so hot if you’d do that for me.”

She rode faster, sensing my reaction. “At least consider it, baby. Tell me you’ll think about letting Ryan stretch you open.”

“Yes,” I rasped. “I’ll consider it.”

She went wild then, slamming down harder, moans filling the room. “God, yes. That’s my boy.”

She sensed I was getting closer, her rhythm relentless. “He hasn’t come in so long,” she whispered urgently. “Can you just imagine how much he’ll come? Where do you want it, babe? In your mouth… or deep in your ass?”

Those words pushed me over the edge. I came hard inside her, groaning her name, clenching as waves hit. Lisa followed seconds later, grinding deep as she cried out, her body shaking above me.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, her body draped over mine.

She kissed my forehead, smiling. “Tomorrow’s going to be incredible.”
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Mr. Briggs said:
Part 2....

The week after that Thursday night was pure electricity. Lisa was playful and excited in a way I hadn’t seen in years. Every morning she’d wake up grinning, kissing me slow and deep before work. The day after our session, she came home early, wrapped her arms around me from behind, and squeezed my ass gently.

“You’re walking a little funny today, baby,” she teased, her lips brushing my ear. “How’s that sweet hole feeling after taking my big black monster?”

I laughed, face heating. “Sore. In the best way.”

She grabbed my butt again, firmer this time. “Good. I love knowing I stretched you out so well.” Throughout the week she kept it up, whispering naughty things in my ear while we cooked dinner, grabbing my ass in the hallway, texting me during the day with things like “Thinking about how easily you swallowed nine inches. Can’t wait to do it again.”

One afternoon she came home from lunch with her friend Sophie, the one Lisa always called “the big slut” because of her wild dating stories. Lisa flopped onto the couch beside me, eyes sparkling.

“Babe, you know how I always told you what a slut Sophie was in school?” she said, voice low and amused. “I had to ask her what the biggest cock she’s ever taken was. You won’t believe how big.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How big?”

She grinned, leaning in like she was sharing the juiciest gossip. “Eight inches. She was so proud of it, like it was some huge accomplishment.” Lisa laughed softly, her hand sliding up my thigh. “I didn’t tell her, but I wanted to. She’s a rookie compared to you, babe.”

She kissed me hard, her hand cupping my crotch. “My strong, sexy husband takes more cock than her, and loves every inch.”

Friday night, Lisa told me she was heading out for drinks with Ryan, her gay friend from college who was in town for the weekend. “Just catching up,” she said with a wink. “I’ll be home late.”

She left at seven, looking incredible in tight jeans and a low-cut black top, heels clicking as she blew me a kiss from the door.

“Have fun,” I said, trying to sound casual.

She winked. “Oh, I will.”

I showered, changed into comfortable sweats, and climbed into bed with a book, figuring I’d hear all about it when she got home. The house was quiet, peaceful. I read for a while, then drifted off.

I woke to the sound of the front door closing, soft footsteps on the stairs. Lisa slipped into the bedroom around midnight, already kicking off her heels. She disappeared into the bathroom for a quick shower, then came back wrapped in a towel, hair damp, skin still warm from the water.

She climbed into bed beside me, towel falling away as she pressed her naked body against mine.

“Baby,” she whispered, voice thick with excitement. “You awake?”

I rolled toward her, instantly alert. “Yeah. How was drinks?”

She kissed me slow, then pulled back, eyes shining in the dim light. “It was fun. I may have had one too many margaritas.” She laughed softly, a little tipsy still. “Ryan’s been single for a while. His last guy… well, it didn’t work out. Ryan was frustrated. Said the guy couldn’t take him. Not even close.”

My pulse kicked up. “Take him?”

Lisa nodded, her hand sliding down my chest. “That’s when the conversation turned. I got curious. Asked what he meant. He tried to brush it off at first, but I pushed. Finally he admitted… his cock is too big for most people. He’s really good-looking, but it’s always been a struggle. Guys back off when they see it.”

She paused, biting her lip. “And babe… I might have slipped up here.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Slipped up how?”

She laughed softly, a little nervous, a little thrilled. “When he said that, I kinda laughed. Not mean, just surprised. And I said, ‘Well, I don’t have that problem.’”

My stomach flipped. “You told him?”

“Not everything,” she said quickly. “But it opened the door. We talked about how we’ve been exploring. How open you’ve gotten. How much you love it. And by then… I just had to share a picture of the strap-on. The nine-inch black one.”

I swallowed hard. “What did he say?”

Her hand drifted lower, finding me already hardening. “He couldn’t believe it. His eyes went wide. He said, ‘Damn, Lisa… Eric’s always been hot, but I didn’t know he could take cock like that.’”

She stroked me slowly, watching my face. “He was so excited. Turned on. Said he’s been frustrated for months. No one’s been able to handle him properly. And then… I might have suggested something.”

She paused, eyes searching mine. “I told him we could help. That you took cock so well. That hearing him talk about his size got me thinking how hot it would be to watch you take his.”

My cock throbbed in her hand. She smiled, feeling it.

“He didn’t say no,” she whispered. “He got quiet, then said he’d love that. If we were serious. No pressure. Just… if we wanted to.”

She leaned in, kissing my neck. “So I told him there’s no rush. But if you’re interested… he could come over tomorrow night. We could have a few drinks. See how it feels. Maybe he shows us his cock. And we can see if you want to do something. No expectations. Just exploration.”

“I’m so wet right now, baby. Telling you this… thinking about it… I want this so badly. I want to watch you take him. See how you handle something real. Something even bigger than the toy.”

She guided my hand between her thighs. I felt how soaked she was, slick and ready.

“Feel that?” she breathed. “That’s how turned on I am just talking about it.”

I groaned, fingers sliding through her wetness.

“Hmm, look how hard you are,” she whispered.

She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, guiding my rock-hard cock inside her in one smooth motion. We both moaned as she sank down, her heat enveloping me.

“Oh babe, I’ve never felt your cock so big and so hard,” she gasped, starting to ride me slow and deep. “You must really be turned on by this.”

She ground harder, eyes locked on mine. “This is so exciting. Tomorrow night… Ryan here. Maybe you don’t want to just look at it.” She leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Do you want to touch it? Feel how warm and heavy a real cock is?”

I thrust up into her, nodding.

“More?” she purred, grinding harder. “Do you want to suck it? Taste a real cock for the first time?”

I groaned, hands gripping her hips.

“Maybe if all goes well you can try taking it,” she breathed, voice trembling with arousal. “If you feel up for it. I would love to see that. It would be so hot if you’d do that for me.”

She rode faster, sensing my reaction. “At least consider it, baby. Tell me you’ll think about letting Ryan stretch you open.”

“Yes,” I rasped. “I’ll consider it.”

She went wild then, slamming down harder, moans filling the room. “God, yes. That’s my boy.”

She sensed I was getting closer, her rhythm relentless. “He hasn’t come in so long,” she whispered urgently. “Can you just imagine how much he’ll come? Where do you want it, babe? In your mouth… or deep in your ass?”

Those words pushed me over the edge. I came hard inside her, groaning her name, clenching as waves hit. Lisa followed seconds later, grinding deep as she cried out, her body shaking above me.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, her body draped over mine.

She kissed my forehead, smiling. “Tomorrow’s going to be incredible.”
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Next part....

Saturday felt like an eternity, every hour a slow burn of nerves and anticipation. Lisa was buzzing all day, flirty touches and whispers keeping me on edge: "Can't wait to see you take him, baby... you're going to be so good." By late afternoon we were both showered and relaxed on the couch, sharing a quiet glass of wine. The house was ready, candles flickering, soft music playing, the bedroom turned down with fresh sheets and lube on the nightstand.

The mood was charged but calm. I turned to her, nerves showing just a little.

“Babe… I’ve been thinking. You’ve always said the strap-on feels amazing for me, but… how’s a real cock actually different from the toys we’ve used?”

Lisa set her glass down, shifted closer, and took my hand. Her voice was soft, excited, and reassuring all at once.

“A real cock is alive, baby. That’s the biggest difference.”

She stroked my cheek, eyes locked on mine.

“The toy is perfect, thick, hard, exactly how I want it, but it’s still silicone. It doesn’t breathe with you. It doesn’t pulse when you squeeze it. It doesn’t get harder because it’s turned on by how good you feel.”

She leaned in, lips brushing my ear.

“A real one warms up in your hand. It’s amazing to feel it warming up, growing right there in your grip. You’ll feel the blood rushing, the veins throbbing under your fingers or against your tongue. When you take it in your mouth, it’ll twitch when you do something it likes. You’ll taste it, salty, real, incredible. And as you suck it, you’ll get little rewards of what’s to come. A little taste of the big reward.”

Her hand slid down to my thigh, squeezing gently.

“And when it’s inside you… God, when it grows inside you, that’s something else. It’ll swell even more at the exact moment you clench or moan. The heat is body temperature, skin on skin. Not cool plastic warming up slowly. It’s already hot, slick, eager. You’ll feel it jump when you make him feel good. And as it gets close… my goodness, the way it throbs, the power of it building.”

She smiled, voice dropping to a whisper. “When he comes, it’s not just volume. It’s the way it pulses, the way it floods you in waves, warm and thick and endless.”

She kissed me softly.

“That’s what makes it different. It reacts to you. It wants you back. Tonight, if it happens, you’ll feel someone needing you just as much as you need it.”

She pulled back, eyes shining.

“And I’ll be right there, watching every second of you discovering that difference. Proud of you. Turned on by you. Loving you more than ever.”

I exhaled, nerves easing into excitement.

Lisa smiled. “Ready?”

I nodded. “Ready.”

“Hey,” she added softly, squeezing my hand one last time. “Before he gets here… I want you to know something. I love you. Exactly as you are. If tonight we just have drinks and laugh and nothing else happens, I’m still the happiest woman alive. You’ve already gone so far just being open to this. I’m proud of you no matter what. If at any point you want to stop, slow down, or change your mind, you say the word and it’s done. No questions, no disappointment. Okay?”

I felt the last knot loosen. “Okay. I love you too.”

When the doorbell finally rang at eight, my heart jumped. Lisa squeezed my hand one last time. “Breathe. This is going to be fun.”

Ryan stepped in looking sharp in casual jeans and a button-down, bottle of wine in hand. “Hey, you two,” he said, hugging Lisa first, then me, a beat longer than usual, his hand lingering on my back. “Thanks for having me over.”

We settled in the living room, drinks poured, small talk flowing easy at first. Work, travel, laughs about old times. But the air was thick with unspoken tension, glances lingering. Lisa steered it masterfully, refilling glasses, her foot teasing my calf under the coffee table.

After the second round, she set her glass down. “So, Ryan… about last night.”

He chuckled, rubbing his neck. “Yeah. That was… unexpected. But hot.”

Lisa leaned forward, eyes on him. “Eric knows. I told him everything.”

Ryan’s gaze flicked to me, warm and appraising. “And?”

I swallowed, voice steady. “I’m… intrigued.”

Lisa smiled, her hand finding my thigh. “We thought we’d start slow. Drinks. Chat. If it feels right… maybe you show us what you were talking about.”

Ryan nodded, eyes darkening. “No pressure. But yeah. I’d like that.”

The conversation shifted then, Lisa drawing out details. Ryan confessed more about his frustrations: “It’s flattering at first, but then… guys tap out. Can’t take the size. Leaves me blue-balled more often than not.”

Lisa bit her lip. “Well… Eric doesn’t have that problem.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow, glancing at me. “From what you said… sounds like he’s a pro.”

I felt heat rise in my face, but Lisa’s hand squeezed my thigh reassuringly. “He is. Why don’t you show him, Ryan? Let us see if the rumors match the toy.”

Ryan stood, walking toward us until he stood right in front of where we sat side by side on the couch. The moment felt suspended, charged. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and eased his jeans and boxers down in one deliberate motion, like slow motion in a dream.

And then it appeared.

Huge, even soft. Thick, heavy, gorgeous. The most gorgeous cock I’d ever seen. It hung there between his legs, dark and veined, the skin smooth and flawless, the head full and blunt, the shaft already hinting at impossible girth. A slight upward curve promised perfect angle, and even flaccid it was longer and thicker than most men hard. It swayed slightly with his movement, weighty, commanding attention.

Lisa's breath caught audibly. "Oh my God," she whispered, eyes wide. "It's perfect. Huge even soft. Thick, gorgeous... I can't stop staring."

I couldn't either. My mouth went dry, heart hammering. It was real, alive, intimidating in the best way. Earlier in the day I hadn't been sure if I'd go through with this, but now, seeing this work of art, all I wanted was his cock.

Lisa looked at me, saw the look on my face, the hunger, and smiled, knowing. Ryan saw it too, his own expression shifting to quiet confidence.

"What do you think, baby?" Lisa asked softly. "Want to touch it?"

I nodded, hands trembling slightly. Ryan stepped closer, his cock level with my face as I sat on the couch. My hand reached out, tentative at first, wrapping around the base, warm, alive, pulsing in a way no toy ever could. It was heavy in my palm, the skin soft over steel, already starting to swell under my touch.

“Fuck,” I whispered, stroking slow, feeling it thicken in my grip.

Ryan groaned low. “Feels good, man. Nice and slow like that.”

Lisa watched, breath shallow, her hand slipping between her thighs. “God, Eric… look at your hand on him. It’s so hot seeing you hold a real cock. Feel how warm it is? How it’s growing for you?”

I nodded, mesmerized, my strokes getting firmer as it hardened to nine inches, thick and veiny, the head flaring dark and slick with a bead of pre-cum.

"Oh look," Lisa whispered, voice trembling with excitement. "A little reward, just like I told you. You ready for a little taste?"

I slowly moved closer, opening my mouth. Lisa's eyes widened. "Omg, that's the sexiest thing. Please taste him, babe."

I took the first lick, salty, real, intoxicating. Then the hunger for cock overcame me. I opened wide, taking the head, then more, trying to get as much as I could in, lips stretching, throat working.

Lisa went crazy, moaning loud. "Omg! I thought I was going to have to encourage you. Look at you, my cock-sucking husband. Taking that gorgeous cock like you were starving for it."

Ryan’s breaths came faster, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Fuck… he’s good. You sure he’s never done this before, Lisa?”

Lisa laughed breathlessly, her fingers moving faster between her legs. “Positive. This is his first real one. But look at him go, my husband’s a natural cocksucker.”

Ryan groaned, hips rocking slightly. “Damn right he is. That tongue… fuck.”

Lisa’s voice turned teasing, proud. “Told you he’d surprise you. He’s been practicing on toys for months, but nothing beats the real thing. Keep going, baby, show Ryan what that hungry mouth can do.”

I moaned around him, the vibration drawing another groan from Ryan. I pushed deeper, throat relaxing, taking him until my nose brushed his trimmed hair. Balls-deep.

“Fuck,” Ryan gasped. “He’s taking it all. Lisa… your husband’s a pro.”

Lisa whimpered. “I know. He’s made for big cock. Keep sucking him, baby. Make him nice and hard for what’s next.”

I pulled off slowly, gasping, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening shaft. Ryan’s cock stood proud now, nine inches of thick, veiny perfection.

Ryan looked down at me, voice rough. “Look… he’s really fucking good at this. If he keeps going, I’m going to blow a load in his mouth. If we’re doing anything else, we should stop now.”

Lisa moaned, eyes locked on us. “By the look of it, he’s really hungry for cum. Don’t worry, babe, if you want his load, you can have it later. But right now… I have to see his dick in your ass. If you’re up for it.”

I nodded, breathless. “Yes.”
 
Mr. Briggs said:
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Mr. Briggs said:
Part 2....

The week after that Thursday night was pure electricity. Lisa was playful and excited in a way I hadn’t seen in years. Every morning she’d wake up grinning, kissing me slow and deep before work. The day after our session, she came home early, wrapped her arms around me from behind, and squeezed my ass gently.

“You’re walking a little funny today, baby,” she teased, her lips brushing my ear. “How’s that sweet hole feeling after taking my big black monster?”

I laughed, face heating. “Sore. In the best way.”

She grabbed my butt again, firmer this time. “Good. I love knowing I stretched you out so well.” Throughout the week she kept it up, whispering naughty things in my ear while we cooked dinner, grabbing my ass in the hallway, texting me during the day with things like “Thinking about how easily you swallowed nine inches. Can’t wait to do it again.”

One afternoon she came home from lunch with her friend Sophie, the one Lisa always called “the big slut” because of her wild dating stories. Lisa flopped onto the couch beside me, eyes sparkling.

“Babe, you know how I always told you what a slut Sophie was in school?” she said, voice low and amused. “I had to ask her what the biggest cock she’s ever taken was. You won’t believe how big.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How big?”

She grinned, leaning in like she was sharing the juiciest gossip. “Eight inches. She was so proud of it, like it was some huge accomplishment.” Lisa laughed softly, her hand sliding up my thigh. “I didn’t tell her, but I wanted to. She’s a rookie compared to you, babe.”

She kissed me hard, her hand cupping my crotch. “My strong, sexy husband takes more cock than her, and loves every inch.”

Friday night, Lisa told me she was heading out for drinks with Ryan, her gay friend from college who was in town for the weekend. “Just catching up,” she said with a wink. “I’ll be home late.”

She left at seven, looking incredible in tight jeans and a low-cut black top, heels clicking as she blew me a kiss from the door.

“Have fun,” I said, trying to sound casual.

She winked. “Oh, I will.”

I showered, changed into comfortable sweats, and climbed into bed with a book, figuring I’d hear all about it when she got home. The house was quiet, peaceful. I read for a while, then drifted off.

I woke to the sound of the front door closing, soft footsteps on the stairs. Lisa slipped into the bedroom around midnight, already kicking off her heels. She disappeared into the bathroom for a quick shower, then came back wrapped in a towel, hair damp, skin still warm from the water.

She climbed into bed beside me, towel falling away as she pressed her naked body against mine.

“Baby,” she whispered, voice thick with excitement. “You awake?”

I rolled toward her, instantly alert. “Yeah. How was drinks?”

She kissed me slow, then pulled back, eyes shining in the dim light. “It was fun. I may have had one too many margaritas.” She laughed softly, a little tipsy still. “Ryan’s been single for a while. His last guy… well, it didn’t work out. Ryan was frustrated. Said the guy couldn’t take him. Not even close.”

My pulse kicked up. “Take him?”

Lisa nodded, her hand sliding down my chest. “That’s when the conversation turned. I got curious. Asked what he meant. He tried to brush it off at first, but I pushed. Finally he admitted… his cock is too big for most people. He’s really good-looking, but it’s always been a struggle. Guys back off when they see it.”

She paused, biting her lip. “And babe… I might have slipped up here.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Slipped up how?”

She laughed softly, a little nervous, a little thrilled. “When he said that, I kinda laughed. Not mean, just surprised. And I said, ‘Well, I don’t have that problem.’”

My stomach flipped. “You told him?”

“Not everything,” she said quickly. “But it opened the door. We talked about how we’ve been exploring. How open you’ve gotten. How much you love it. And by then… I just had to share a picture of the strap-on. The nine-inch black one.”

I swallowed hard. “What did he say?”

Her hand drifted lower, finding me already hardening. “He couldn’t believe it. His eyes went wide. He said, ‘Damn, Lisa… Eric’s always been hot, but I didn’t know he could take cock like that.’”

She stroked me slowly, watching my face. “He was so excited. Turned on. Said he’s been frustrated for months. No one’s been able to handle him properly. And then… I might have suggested something.”

She paused, eyes searching mine. “I told him we could help. That you took cock so well. That hearing him talk about his size got me thinking how hot it would be to watch you take his.”

My cock throbbed in her hand. She smiled, feeling it.

“He didn’t say no,” she whispered. “He got quiet, then said he’d love that. If we were serious. No pressure. Just… if we wanted to.”

She leaned in, kissing my neck. “So I told him there’s no rush. But if you’re interested… he could come over tomorrow night. We could have a few drinks. See how it feels. Maybe he shows us his cock. And we can see if you want to do something. No expectations. Just exploration.”

“I’m so wet right now, baby. Telling you this… thinking about it… I want this so badly. I want to watch you take him. See how you handle something real. Something even bigger than the toy.”

She guided my hand between her thighs. I felt how soaked she was, slick and ready.

“Feel that?” she breathed. “That’s how turned on I am just talking about it.”

I groaned, fingers sliding through her wetness.

“Hmm, look how hard you are,” she whispered.

She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, guiding my rock-hard cock inside her in one smooth motion. We both moaned as she sank down, her heat enveloping me.

“Oh babe, I’ve never felt your cock so big and so hard,” she gasped, starting to ride me slow and deep. “You must really be turned on by this.”

She ground harder, eyes locked on mine. “This is so exciting. Tomorrow night… Ryan here. Maybe you don’t want to just look at it.” She leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Do you want to touch it? Feel how warm and heavy a real cock is?”

I thrust up into her, nodding.

“More?” she purred, grinding harder. “Do you want to suck it? Taste a real cock for the first time?”

I groaned, hands gripping her hips.

“Maybe if all goes well you can try taking it,” she breathed, voice trembling with arousal. “If you feel up for it. I would love to see that. It would be so hot if you’d do that for me.”

She rode faster, sensing my reaction. “At least consider it, baby. Tell me you’ll think about letting Ryan stretch you open.”

“Yes,” I rasped. “I’ll consider it.”

She went wild then, slamming down harder, moans filling the room. “God, yes. That’s my boy.”

She sensed I was getting closer, her rhythm relentless. “He hasn’t come in so long,” she whispered urgently. “Can you just imagine how much he’ll come? Where do you want it, babe? In your mouth… or deep in your ass?”

Those words pushed me over the edge. I came hard inside her, groaning her name, clenching as waves hit. Lisa followed seconds later, grinding deep as she cried out, her body shaking above me.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, her body draped over mine.

She kissed my forehead, smiling. “Tomorrow’s going to be incredible.”
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