Big Dick

I love my husband. He’s a good father to my children, he’s attractive and a good friend. We have a good relationship and we enjoy each other. Our sex life is amazing. I never thought I’d cheat on him, but sometimes things just happen.

Keith travels a lot in his work. On such a trip, the kids were at school, and because I had to work, they stayed with their grandparents. After work, a number of colleagues decided to go to a local bar for happy hour. Lance, one of the new associates, was unfamiliar with the area, so I offered him a lift. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything Freudian.

My name is Jackie, I am blond-haired with a 36DD bust (which many men find attractive). This is a true record of my first affair, I was 39 years old then.

I worked in an office like Sales Manager when a new director came to work for the same company. My work was about traveling to meet clients in their office, and sometimes my director also came to the meetings.

Angie didn’t like it. There standing in front of her boyfriend Rick and his friend Luke, exposed her breasts, and her voluptuous 36 inch D cup breasts pulled away from their bra and sagging on her chest every so slightly she was not particularly happy. At least she wore pantyhose, naked in color to prevent her from being completely naked, yet her 38-inch hips were clearly defined as the tiny piece of pubic hair on her pussy. From the waist up though her narrow milky white 32 inch waist was exhibited as her big red nipples. Still, it wasn’t too bad that she only had to serve Rick and Luke a few drinks in this half-naked as part of a bet. At the age of 25 and in the bloom of her life, and proud of a body that just drank sex Appeal Angie took it in her step.

Sometimes you’re incredibly thirsty for sperm, but unfortunately straight people walk around refusing to give it to you. Even if they have enough supplies, they’re greedy and for some macho reason they refuse to let you blow. I overcame this obstacle, and all I needed was a few simple things: alcohol, a hotel room, and porn on TV. In Canada they are much less shy to show porn on TV, so I took my buddy there ten years ago when we were both freshmen at college. We bought a lot of booze and sat in the room drinking when we watched the porn on TV, we both got super horny in the process. Luckily, he didn’t go to the bathroom and he took his stuff from him there. That would have been a shame, and he was definitely horny enough to do it. I think the alcohol made him a little too tired to get out of bed.

I’d like to tell you about my parenting of what a real man’s dick can do to a woman. My name is John and I’m 23. Susan, my wife, is almost 19. We were married on her 18th birthday and she was a virgin until our wedding night. Susan is 5'6 long with a 35-23-5 figure, shoulder height blond hair and long, shapey legs. She’s so beautiful that I consider myself very happy as my wife.

Joni and I were married a few years when the subject of black men came first. She told me one night, while we were fucking, that she fascinated about fucking a very well-hanged black man. She said she always wondered if what they said about black men’s cocks was true. I told her what I saw in the showers on the ship while I was in the Navy. Some men had snacks that would make a horse green with jealousy. This really turned her on. She was on top of my dick, closed her eyes and fucked my brain. I could see through her fried tempo that she thought of what I told her.

It all started at the beginning of my school year. I just had a car and I thought I had more friends. Now I’m not gay. I have a beautiful friend I love with all my heart.

Now let me tell you about me, I’m 5 feet, about 200. I’m really proud to say made of pure muscle. I’m only 12% body fat, I’ve been going to a gym for three years. I have blond hair blue eyes and dark skin years around. Which is hard to live on Long Island.

It was a long day, and it was only two in the afternoon. I spent the morning and early in a development meeting. A dozen people handing out ideas for a new sitcom - little of them good. I was there as a favor for an old friend. The meeting took five hours and nothing was accomplished. I had a headache.

I walked into the house without expectation. Sometimes you come home to know who’s here and what they probably do, watch TV, surf, sleep, whatever. Today I wasn’t aware of my environment. My mind tried to deal with the thought that the meeting had generated. When I came into the house, I thought of a beer first.