Dylan had driven a truck for my husband’s firm for several years while getting his teaching degree, and now he was leaving us to begin his first teaching job at a local high school. Both Cal and I were certainly going to miss him. He was 25, single and the nicest man you could ever meet. Cal had always worked Dylan’s driving schedule around his classes, making it possible for him to complete his courses.
Although Cal and I still have a great sex life even after almost 20 years of marriage, I have a roving eye for men, and have had numerous lovers over the years. These affairs were all approved by my husband, who knows what a horny woman I am, and that I can take physical pleasure from another man without becoming emotionally involved.
Cal wasn’t the least bit surprised when I told him I wanted to give Dylan a special bonus in appreciation of his years of service. I’d said many times in the past that I would jump Dylan in a heartbeat if he hadn’t been an employee, and now that he wasn’t one anymore there was nothing to stop me. Cal suggested we invite him out to the lake house to spend the weekend following his last day at work. He was sure I could make something happen, given a chance to be alone with Dylan after he, Cal, conveniently went to bed early.
A couple of nights later, as I slipped into bed with my husband, he slid his hand up my inner thigh to cup my warm moist pussy, saying, “This little pussy is in for a treat, honey I just happened to walk into the locker room at work as Dylan was getting out of the shower. The guy has seven thick inches of swinging meat, and balls like a stud bull.”
Those words caused a flood of hot slippery juice to drench my cunt, and Cal’s hand. I raised and opened my legs to accommodate my husband as he mounted me, slipping nearly seven solid inches of cock into my pussy. He began to fuck me with long strokes as he nuzzled at my ear, whispering, “We’re leaving work at noon Friday for a long weekend out at the lake with our guest of honor.”
I moaned and proceeded to put my heart and soul into giving my loving husband the best possible piece of ass. I knew I was a very lucky woman to have such a man. Most guys would throw their wife out, knowing she lusted for a man 15 years her junior; but mine not only accepted it, he arranged things to make it as easy as possible for me to fulfill my fantasy.
It seemed that Friday wouldn’t ever come, but finally it did. The three of us left the shop at lunch time, and Dylan followed Cal and me to the lake house.
By the time we got there it was late afternoon, and I began to prepare dinner while the guys unpacked the gear they had brought for the trip. We had a couple of cocktails before dinner, and several drinks afterwards. We then started watching a movie in the living room, but Cal soon announced that he was going to bed, as he wanted to get out on the lake at first light in the morning. That left Dylan and me sitting together on the sofa to watch the end of the movie.
At one point I got up to refresh our drinks, and when I returned I sat just a little closer to Dylan, who was noticeably nervous. We watched the movie without speaking until I said, “You know, Dylan, I’m really going to miss you. Cal and I have been very happy with you, and you’ve done a wonderful job working for us.”
I could almost see him blushing. “Well,” he said slowly, “any man would be a fool if he didn’t give his all for someone like you. You were always the bright spot in my day, you know. In fact, I—well, I know it’s improper to think of a married woman the way I’ve thought of you. But of course I’ve always respected your marriage.”
Well, this was a pleasant surprise. I took advantage of his words to move still closer to him and to kiss him tenderly. Then I said, “I have also had some improper thoughts about you, Dylan. You know, I married when I was an 18-year-old virgin. I have always wondered what it would be like to be with a different man, and you have been in many of my fantasies.”
I was lying to him, of course, having had numerous lovers over the years, but I’ve found it makes a man extra horny to think he is the first to get into a married lady’s pants.
When he said nothing I slipped my hand down to trace the outline of the hard cock straining in his pants. It felt incredibly thick, and I judged it to be maybe nine inches long. He nuzzled my neck and gently cupped my right breast, making me moan softly. I then suggested that we move to the spare room after I made sure my husband was asleep.
He was shaking like a leaf when I returned, telling him that Cal was out for the count. He stood and embraced me, pressing his impressive erection against my mound as we kissed.
In the spare room he seemed nervous and uncertain, so I encouraged him by stripping my clothes off and slipping nude onto the bed. I was so excited I could feel my juices trickling down the crack of my ass as I watched him strip to his shorts, then lower them and slip beside me.
Unfortunately he was apparently so nervous that his erection had inconveniently disappeared. I won’t bore you with the details, but I spent two frustrating hours trying every trick I knew to get that cock to respond. But it was limp as an overcooked noodle, and simply refused to become erect.
I finally gave up and carried my clothes back to our bedroom to join my waiting husband. Cal was surprised but happy to see me, and when I explained what had happened he took me in his arms and did his best to screw my frustrations away.
The next night we all went to bed at the same time, and Cal again made love to me, thinking I’d given up on Dylan. But after he was asleep I slipped quietly out and made my way to the spare room, finding Dylan asleep but very erect. I wondered if he was dreaming of me. Without waking him, I got on the bed and straddled him, trying to slide down over his cock; but he woke at my touch and immediately went flaccid, so that I had a useless tube of limp flesh in my hand. I tried to revive him, but it was useless, and I went back to my own bed, wondering what it was about me that kept him from getting it up.
So it turned out to be a disappointing weekend, and I was still wondering if something was wrong with me a few days later, when I had to fly to Chicago on business. That night I picked up a young man in a bar, who had no trouble at all getting it up for me. In fact he screwed me three times before we slept, and twice more the next morning. After that I decided that the problem was Dylan’s, not mine, and didn’t worry about it anymore.
I didn’t see Dylan for three years after that, until I bumped into him accidently one day, shortly after I turned 40. I had gone to meet a lover for a quick fling at lunchtime. We were to meet in a bar next to the motel where I had reserved a room. I was still on my first drink when Aaron, my lover, called to tell me he couldn’t make it.
I ordered another drink, feeling frustrated and wondering if I could get my money back on the motel room, when I saw Dylan walk in. He was surprised to see me too, of course, but he was very friendly, and better looking than ever. He filled me in on his teaching career and asked me about Cal and how things were going at the shop. I had no thought of becoming involved with Dylan again, because of how frustrating the first time had been, and the fact that he obviously had some kind of problem.
Thus I was caught completely off guard when I felt him suddenly slip his hand up under my skirt to stroke my inner thigh above my stocking top, then caress the tender hollow just below my moistening pussy. That is one of the most sensitive places on my body, and the crotch of my panties was soaked by the time his fingers moved on to my swollen cunt lips.
“I’m hard as a rock for you,” he whispered, leaning toward me. “And I want very much to take you somewhere and pleasure you.”
I looked around to see if anyone was watching, then reached over to squeeze Dylan’s cock, finding it was like a tube of steel, straining against his jeans. I spread my legs to give him better access as his finger parted my pussy lips and penetrated my inner core, sending ripples of pleasure through my loins.
“I happen to have a room reserved at the motel next door,” I told him breathlessly. “Would you like to join me there?” He nodded in reply, and we got out of there.
Once inside the room Dylan embraced me and kissed me feverishly before slowly maneuvering me toward the bed. He helped me out of my jacket, then quickly undid the buttons on my blouse and removed it, cupping my breasts in their lacy bra cups as he kissed me again. His hands went behind me to unzip my skirt and it fell to the floor, leaving me in my bra, bikini panties and thigh-high hose.
Sitting me down on the bed, he quickly stripped to his tented boxers, which I tugged down, having some difficulty getting them below his massive manhood. God, his cock was so big and beautiful, and I yearned to have it buried in my slippery quim up to his nuts, with his weight bearing down on me, crushing my tits. I reached back to unclasp my bra, but he stopped me, insisting on doing it himself.
When my 34C tits were exposed he began to devour them like a hungry baby, sucking my swollen nipples while caressing the tender globes. He didn’t rush things; in fact, he did things most men don’t even think of doing, like licking the bottoms of my feet before his lips and tongue moved up my legs to the junction of my thighs, where I felt his hot breath blowing on my panty-covered pussy.
He teased me that way until I was moaning and squirming with need before he began to munch lightly on my cunt, driving me further up the wall. At last I felt him tugging gently on my panties, then easing them down my thighs. When they cleared my feet I drew my knees back to give him full access to my furry nest, my labia splaying open to expose the bright pinkness of my cunt. Dylan made a sound of appreciation and dove face first into my wetness.
His eager mouth and probing tongue made me moan with delight, and quickly brought me to an orgasm that just about knocked me out. My pussy was still spasming when I felt the huge head of his cock nudging its way between my nether lips. I felt a lovely pressure as he made his way into me, slowly filling me to bursting with his massive erection.
He was obviously not going to have any trouble maintaining his hard-on this time, and in fact he gave me a good 10 minutes of incredible fucking before releasing a deluge of warm semen that whitewashed my inner walls and oozed out around his still erect cock, buried to the balls in my hot pussy. In fact, he fucked me two more times before his cock went flaccid and we rested in one another’s arms.
Dylan then told me he had been so scared of Cal catching us together at the lake house that time that it had been impossible for him to stay erect with me, and for a while after that he had felt useless to women. Then he’d gotten involved with another teacher, and found out that his body still functioned normally, so he was sure it had been Cal’s presence that made him unable to perform.
I told him not to give it any further thought, then went down to suck his cock. It became hard again within a minute, so I mounted him and rode that dick like a horny hooker. I didn’t bother to go back to work that afternoon, and by the time we left the motel I had been screwed into exhaustion and had had more orgasms than I could keep track of.
When I got home, Cal took one look at me and said, “It looks like you must have gotten lucky, honey,” then kissed me passionately. I told him I was lucky in a lot of ways. Not only had I now fulfilled my long-time fantasy of fucking Dylan, but I was also lucky enough to have the greatest husband on earth.
—C.K., Columbus, Ohio