My New Story..... Wife Made Me Suck Cock

[LustyScribe]

Ran out of rebar over here; now driving nails with it! More...please? I can almost feel this thing!

 

[Jarrbo]

That's what I was hoping to hear.

I'm lying on my stomach, reading your story... I didn't touch my cock with my hand, but I had to lift my ass for a moment....
I won't keep you in suspense - yes, my cock got really hard and I had to position it differently.

 

[Sclovers]

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.”

Omg I’m ready to bend over and lube my hole!!!!