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by Des 31 » Fri Mar 13, 2020 3:14 am
Continued ~ Wednesday night
We lay in bed as she told me about Wednesday night. The dojo master’s outsized tool had wrecked her pussy for at least a day, so I couldn't fuck her as she told me of her previous night with him. As a consolation, she curled her fist around my dick and slowly stroked it and said, “I’ll recover by Friday at the most.” I was so wired, I’m unsure I noticed the difference between fucking and being jerked off.
Whenever I said I might cum, she stopped and went on with her detailed story, down to every remark she could recall. I interrupted at some point to ask just how “big” he was. She laughs when I inquire about that with anyone but said, “It isn’t polite to ask that of a guy on a first fuck. I think he’s as long as my boss, maybe slightly more, but he’s a lot thicker. I was a bit scared over that, even before I got to his place, but he had some lubricant by the bed. That brought up another question, but I’ll get to that later.” That’s massive in my wife’s experience. She has had sex with a lot of guys over the past few years, but her boss’ eight and a half inches has been the largest she has ever come across.
Wednesday morning, my wife had asked what I thought would be best to wear that night when she was to go to her dojo master’s place. I suggested her usual office wear but with heels. Because she’s tall, she feels more comfortable wearing flats at work to avoid towering over most other employees. She slipped the heels into her gym bag along with some casual clothes but didn’t include her gi. Some dojo students don’t wear gis at all and she didn’t feel that was necessary in the event part of the evening involved some suggested jiu jitsu instruction at his place.
Each of us was a bit confused at the address he had given her because the street number should be at the edge of the downtown business district, only ten or so blocks from where her bank is located. Neither of us could recall any homes in that area..
She left the bank’s parking garage at 4:15 and punched the address into her car’s GPS locator. She phoned the sensei to tell him she’s on her way. He told her to park in the underground garage and take the elevator to his place on the fifth floor. It wasn’t until she pulled into a condominium’s parking area that she recalled having seen the relatively new building. She hadn’t expected him to be living in a luxury condo.
His place is the fourth door from the elevator and she knocked. He ushered her in and they embraced as he closed the door behind them. He’s a big guy in every way, and Gigi said his muscular body is hard as a potato. He’s balding and shaves the hair at the sides of his head, which appeals to my wife. I grinned at her mentioning that and said maybe I should shave my head, but she laughed and joked, “No, I like variety in my men. You can keep your thick hair as it is.”
She accepted his offer of a margarita from his bar and they sat together on his couch. She looked about the room and said, “You clearly do much better than I would have expected from operating a dojo.”
He laughed and said, “That isnt my only source of income. It’s a long story.” She said, “Success stories excite me and I have the time, so tell me.”
The essence is that he had once been an oil field worker who worked his way up over five years to an executive position. In his spare time, he trained in martial arts. After graduating high school, he and his then-aging dog had been living at the outset in a run-down trailer near the oil field. The petroleum engineer who had begun the dig was certain oil was to be found there but had difficulty getting financing from banks for the venture. Instead, several investors purchased stock as financial backing. Having faith in the engineering entrepreneur, my wife’s newest friend also purchased stock with most of his income. The company struck oil and it was a larger producing field than any anticipated. The engineer felt the now-sensei would make a good supervisor. He kept promoting him until a major oil company offered to purchase controlling interest. The sensei was offered an ongoing job but wanted to do something else with his life. He sold his then-highly valued stock and moved to our town.
She grinned and said, “So you bought this condo unit, moved here and started up your dojo.” He laid a hand on her crossed legs and said, “Actually, this place doesn’t cost me anything. When it was under construction, I asked to purchase three of the building’s units with the intention of renting out two when the building was completed. The real estate company agreed if the building’s management first vetted the proposed tenants. Their rentals pay my mortgages and expenses.”
My wife creams when hearing customers’ success stories at the bank where she works, and this one got her motor going. She told him she was thrilled getting to know more about him. He changed the subject, asking her to tell him about her background. For the reason she is typically reluctant to tell anyone new she meets about her sexual life, she gave him the PG version. She said, “I’d like to be wealthy like you someday. We invest most of my income from the bank in stock and bond funds. I doubt we’ll reach your level though.” He responded his opinion there are many paths to wealth and assured her she was on the right path. She gulped the last of her drink and thought he’s a lot deeper guy than she realized.
He laid an arm onto the couch behind her neck. His hand crept further up her leg. Her pussy pulsed in anticipation. She laid a hand onto his lap and massaged his burgeoning cock. Shuddering as he kissed her on the lips, she reached to pull down his chino’s zipper. She reached into his fly, pulled out his thick stalk and sensuously stroked it.
Her hand slid to his heated dick’s base and she bent to take the dickhead and half his cock’s length into her mouth. He groaned at the sensation. Her head bobbed at an increasing pace. He murmured, “I love this.” She withdrew a moment and she breathed, “Me too.” When each stood and removed their clothes, she said, “I’m ready for you to show me those moves.” He led her to his bedroom, urged her back onto the bed and lay between her legs. His mouth covered her shaved mound as his tongue lapped her cunt.
The bedroom’s drapes were open to the street below. An office building set across the street but all lights were off. He had told her he had a mat in his bedroom with which they could practice jiu jitsu moves. He did; the mat was rolled, tied with a robe and set on the floor between his bed and a computer desk.
She cried out at the sensation of his warm tongue lashing her clitoris. Her legs lay atop his shoulders. She repeated, “Oh yeah!” more times than she can recall. She was screaming and cumming within minutes.
He crawled atop her and grasped his stiff cock. Her hand couldn’t completely close around it. Fear filled her eyes at its breadth. She hadn’t mentioned to me that concern but said she had been thinking his width could be painful. He recognized her reaction and reached alongside the bed to a bedside table for a tube of lubricant. He spread it over his dick and lavished it about her cunt. He guided his cockhead to the mouth of her pussy. As the cockhead parted her cuntal lips, she wailed, “Oh fuck!” He hesitated a moment until realizing the cry wasn’t a complaint, then slid his shaft deep within her tunnel until she whimpered, “That’s as far as it can go!”
He smiled, saying, “That’s far enough for me if it’s good for you.” She said, “Oh yeah, please fuck me.” He thrust slowly at first and she lifted her hips to receive all she could take. She wrapped her legs about his and rotated her hips in rhythm with his ever increasing thrusts. She sobbed, “It’s so fucking awesome.” She mentioned to me her boss’s stick is “large,” but this was “something else entirely.” She whined, “I screamed. Stars burst in the room.” She reached to her pussy and stroked her clitoris with a finger as he hammered her cunt. Her heels kicked the back of his legs and sensation of his naked flesh against her was electrifying.
He let out a series of Ohhh’s and was similarly caught up in excitation.
Her voice was punctuated with sobs as she told me this and she jerked me faster. She believes he was fucking her an hour, but she loses track of time in the heat of sex. He groaned and said he would soon be cumming. He offered to pull out, but she cried, “Oh fuck no, cum in me!”
His body stiffened as the orgasm rocked through him, and he growled as his head rolled back. His cock jolted in her cunt as his payload of semen rocketed through his cock and into her cunt’s tunnel. She said, “And I was cumming again. It was wondrous.” He withdrew and she reached for his cock and stroked the last of his seed’s droplets. His semen’s white stream rolled down his stalk and onto her hand. His body jerked with each pull of her fist. He collapsed atop her.
I asked if his weight on her body was uncomfortable. She said, “It felt good. My body sank into the mattress and I managed to pull his softening dick back inside my pussy, but it wasn’t as firm as before he had ejaculated.” He planted his lips onto hers and said, “I loved that.” She said, “It couldn’t have been any better for you than for me.”
They slept a while, and then fucked again. She phoned me to tell me she wouldn’t be home tonight as planned because it was late and she was “spending the night with Jean.” I understood this was her way of not letting him know of my knowledge and approval. He was fucking her slowly as she talked with me, which I guessed but didn’t know for sure. He grinned as she spun her story and when she clicked off her cell phone, he fucked her hard and fast. She screamed in a mind blowing climax, but he went on fucking her for minutes until he was again cumming inside her.
Around midnight, the two awoke and he asked her to follow him to the window overlooking the downtown street. He pointed to a building in the distance and said, “Recognize that?” She snuggled up to him and said, “That’s my bank.” He confessed he masturbated to that one night, knowing she worked there. She leaned her back against the window frame. She played with his stick and said, “I hope this better than jerking off to the bank building.” She knelt and sucked his cock.
She said, “I know this sounds weird, but looking out his window to the place I work while sucking him excited me even more.” I didn’t respond to her comment but don’t really understand that. But then, I’m often in the dark when trying to understand how her mind works, and she can’t adequately explain it to me when I ask.
In bed, they snuggled and talked as my wife held his fat, deflated dick in a hand. He asked when they might get together again. She said, “Often, I hope. My husband travels for his work so maybe every month or two. Is that too long a break?” He said that works for him. He admitted having somewhat frequent sex with the condominium’s office manager, a 42-year-old married woman whose husband works for a box manufacturer in town; his job often requires late hours and the woman sometimes comes by for extramarital sex after closing the office. He said it’s a casual relationship with no strings attached. My wife said, “I like that arrangement. She can fill in until I can get free.” He responded, “Being with you is amazing. I like you a lot,” and she told him she feels the same. Hearing about the other woman answered the nagging question about why that tube of vaginal lubricant was kept by his bed. She told me, "I like that he's experienced. Knowing that, I won't be concerned he might get 'clingy' in the relationship."
At some time during the night, she awoke at his urging and they fucked again. Neither climaxed but she loved the feeling of his big cock in her cunt. Her vagina was somewhat chafed and sore and told him she couldn’t do it again that night or the following morning. She told me that had she again used the lubricant that last time, that probably wouldn’t have happened.
Thursday morning, she awoke a half hour earlier than him and ran through a rack of sit-ups and push-ups. They went to breakfast at a diner a half block from the condominium and returned to his place for a final fuck. They showered together and she told him she was running a little later than she had told her husband, so she had better leave.
They kissed deeply as she stood at the door. She said, “You fuck good, you big ape.” He laughed at that and said, “Are you saying I have simian features?” She grinned and said, “You know you do. And I like it.” She brushed a hand across his smooth scalp and said, “I like that big head too. Uh . . . I mean the one above your neck, but the other one is pretty big too.”
As she took the elevator to the underground parking garage, her head was spinning with images of his big dick plunging into her.
I reminded her, “You once told me size doesn’t matter. But it’s really better, isn’t it?” She laughed at that and said, “Yeah, it is. I mean, you and I are solid together but he and my boss have that advantage over most men. And I like the enjoyment I get from that advantage.”
I told her, “I’m not jealous. I like that you like it and I want the best for you.” That’s true on my part, and each of us think she’s getting the best.
~ Des
that may be a good topic, I may start thread, asking that very question.
