u/StillRockHardBull

Buckle up, it's a long one (giggity).

I met (36f) Mary's husband (41m) on Reddit. It's been most common for me that that's the case; the husband being the one reaching out. "Nice cock." "Wow, you'd split her open." "I'd love to see her take you." Mostly they're full of it, and I wasn't in a position to pursue anything anyway; just showing off online. Let's just say I have ample reason to.

And then I was in a position. Recently single, keen for some experiences, I reached back out to one I knew lived locally. He'd be very keen about a year prior, and while not pushy, also not the kind I thought we flake.

We set up a date for the following day. The intervening time was spent answering questions: "What do you want her to wear?" "How do you want her to be waiting for you?" And on the day, "Are you definitely still coming?!" I get the impression a lot of would-be bulls flake out. "You have no idea," Mary told me later. I get it; I was pretty nervous, but as the saying goes: nothing ventured, no hotwife's lips around your cock gained.

As I set off the next day, the husband shot me their address. An hour later, I parked on their drive and just...walked in their front door, as I'd been advised I could. "Just take control," he'd said.

The way their living room was laid out, their giant sectional sofa took up most of the space. Mary knelt on the floor nearby, and smiled as I walked in. "Do you want anything? A drink? Sit down first? Or would you prefer to just get started?"

I looked her up and down, and there was only one choice really. The outfit I'd picked out was skimpy to say the least: the top half was essentially two small, lacy black triangles covering her nipples, with thin straps up to her neck, where a collar of the same material encircled her throat. From those, delicate chains linked to similar cuffs on her wrists. The panties matched the vibe; small, meager, with a thin strip of fabric between her ass cheeks and around her hips.

I crossed the short distance to her and she grinned, reaching for the waistband of my shorts. She took them down, followed swiftly by my underwear, and with barely two minutes gone since I entered, my dick was in her mouth.

I won't say it wasn't a surreal and slightly overwhelming situation: my lower half naked in front of two complete strangers, one of them working her lips and tongue to get me hard. But if I was worried about performance, I shouldn't have been; before long she had me growing in her mouth. She ran her fingers through the soft hair on my thighs, digging her nails in on the downstroke as my own fist made its way to her ponytail, guiding her eager movements up and down my shaft. The other hand found its way down to her breasts, lifting the tiny fabric covering her nipples to get a handful. She had almost no nipples to speak of - at least not erect like I am used to - but she reacted

"What do you think babe, biggest you've ever had?" asked her husband, who sat nearby on the sofa, phone in hand recording. We'd agreed beforehand that I was happy for him to do so; I'm something of a show-off - it's how they found me after all.

There was an affirmative nod and mumble around my cock - I didn't hate hearing that. I'm not a competitive guy, and I don't get off on comparing myself to other guys (either smaller as a flex, or similar size as competition) but I love being praised and it certainly didn't hurt the strength of my erection.

After about 10 minutes of getting my bearings with this blonde wife trying to get as much of my cock in her mouth as possible, I moved her over to the sofa and sat down. She took up the obvious spot between my knees and got back to work. From here, I started murmuring in her ear; leaning forward to ask her questions with her hair in my grip. "Do you like having that big fucking cock in your mouth Mary?" Nod. "Does it taste good?" Enthusiastic nod. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

"I'm thinking about climbing on your lap and sitting on this thing."

She must have felt the way my cock flexed in her hand as she stroked it, because she giggled. Her husband had told me the previous day that she was at the end of her period and wasn't sure about sex, so it wasn't a given. I'd have been happy with just the blowjob - but if she was game, so was I.

I pulled her up onto my lap and positioned my cock against her panties, encouraging her to grind against it. "Can I kiss you?" she asked. Again, I wasn't expecting that - for some people it's too intimate. She was a great kisser. Her breath was hot and desperate against my lips. I could feel the desire coming off her as she rolled her hips against me. I pulled my cock out and held it between her ass cheeks, giving her husband a chance to see my size against her body.

"Let's go upstairs," said one of us. I don't remember who. But we both wanted it, and wanted it now. I followed her up to the bedroom, smacking her butt a couple of times as we ascended the steps.

The bedroom was cool. In the middle of a British summer heatwave, the outside was roasting, but they had a neat air conditioning setup - a little chilly if anything.

I sat on the bed and gestured her to climb on top. She handed me a condom before pulling down the tiny panties, but keeping the top half - chains and all - very much on. She climbed onto the bed and swung her leg over, settling over my cock before leaning forward to kiss me again.

Now, slightly embarrassing, but we've all been there I'm sure. With the strangeness of the situation, coupled with the introduction of a condom (Skyn large, but still a little constricting), there was a slight loss of rigidity. As she placed my tip at her entrance and sunk down, she moaned. I was impressed at how well she took it, albeit not at full, diamond-hard thickness. As she rode me, we kissed some more. The position wasn't ideal however, so I had her get off, removed the condom, and put her mouth back on me.

Before we met, husband told me she liked it rough. I decided to test that out. Knelt over me as she was, with her ponytail in my left hand and my cock in my right, I told her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue.

She complied immediately. I slapped it with the heavy head of my cock. She moaned quietly. "Oh, you enjoy being a little mouthslut do you?" She nodded. I brought my left hand down, engulfing me in her mouth, right to the back. She took it like a champ - so I kept going. Up, down, up, down. Just as we got in a rhythm, I'd pull her head back hard and smack the tip against her tongue again. I'd tease her lips, keeping her on the edge of expectation, trying to take it back in before giving her what she wanted. The glossy look in her eyes told me her conscious mind was on a little vacation right now, and her mouth belonged to me.

The control gave me an edge again. Using Mary like this was a kind of power I'd rarely got to exercise before, and I took full advantage, giving the cameraman a show. When the whim took me, I rolled her on her back, donned another johnny, and slid back into her soaking cunt. The feeling was incredible. I held her legs wide, driving my hips forward, enjoying every moan and whimper that fell from her lips as we fucked.

Before long I found myself straddling her chest, feeding her my cock again. This time, one hand reached back and slid two fingers into her pussy. I'd been told she doesn't normally squirt, but had done with the right manual as stimulation before, so I made it my mission, curling both inside as I rocked my hips backwards and forwards, fucking her mouth. The sight was incredible, the sounds debauched. Something was clearly working for her, as before long I was rewarded with a modest trickle of fluids from her pussy, accompanied by muffled groans.

For the last 20 minutes or so, I got on my back again, put on a third condom, and had her straddle me again. This time however, I leaned her forward so her backside was in the air, and thrust up into her, stuffing her full of my cock, balls slapping against her ass over and over. The noises that came from her were phenomenal; half moan, half squeal as I stretched her out. She came a second time.

We ended with her on her knees by the bed. I teased her lips some more, fucked her mouth a little, and then finished with a fist in her hair, cumming in her open mouth to drip down onto her tits.

"That was a lot!" She remarked later, having to grab some tissue to clean up a spot she previously missed.

It'd be a month before I saw her again, but see her again I did. Let me know if you'd like to hear how things escalated.

Stats before I start: 38yo, 6'2, 81kg, 8" length x 5.5" girth

Buckle up, it's a long one (giggity).

I met (36f) Mary's husband (41m) on Reddit. It's been most common for me that that's the case; the husband being the one reaching out. "Nice cock." "Wow, you'd split her open." "I'd love to see her take you." Mostly they're full of it, and I wasn't in a position to pursue anything anyway; just showing off online.

And then I was in a position. Recently single, keen for some experiences, I reached back out to one I knew lived locally. He'd be very keen about a year prior, and while not pushy, also not the kind I thought we flake.

We set up a date for the following day. The intervening time was spent answering questions: "What do you want her to wear?" "How do you want her to be waiting for you?" And on the day, "Are you definitely still coming?!" I get the impression a lot of would-be bulls flake out. "You have no idea," Mary told me later. I get it; I was pretty nervous, but as the saying goes: nothing ventured, no hotwife's lips around your cock gained.

As I set off the next day, the husband shot me their address. An hour later, I parked on their drive and just...walked in their front door, as I'd been advised I could. "Just take control," he'd said.

The way their living room was laid out, their giant sectional sofa took up most of the space. Mary knelt on the floor nearby, and smiled as I walked in. "Do you want anything? A drink? Sit down first? Or would you prefer to just get started?"

I looked her up and down, and there was only one choice really. The outfit I'd picked out was skimpy to say the least: the top half was essentially two small, lacy black triangles covering her nipples, with thin straps up to her neck, where a collar of the same material encircled her throat. From those, delicate chains linked to similar cuffs on her wrists. The panties matched the vibe; small, meager, with a thin strip of fabric between her ass cheeks and around her hips.

I crossed the short distance to her and she grinned, reaching for the waistband of my shorts. She took them down, followed swiftly by my underwear, and with barely two minutes gone since I entered, my dick was in her mouth.

I won't say it wasn't a surreal and slightly overwhelming situation: my lower half naked in front of two complete strangers, one of them working her lips and tongue to get me hard. But if I was worried about performance, I shouldn't have been; before long she had me growing in her mouth. She ran her fingers through the soft hair on my thighs, digging her nails in on the downstroke as my own fist made its way to her ponytail, guiding her eager movements up and down my shaft. The other hand found its way down to her breasts, lifting the tiny fabric covering her nipples to get a handful. She had almost no nipples to speak of - at least not erect like I am used to - but she reacted

"What do you think babe, biggest you've ever had?" asked her husband, who sat nearby on the sofa, phone in hand recording. We'd agreed beforehand that I was happy for him to do so; I'm something of a show-off - it's how they found me after all.

There was an affirmative nod and mumble around my cock - I didn't hate hearing that. I'm not a competitive guy, and I don't get off on comparing myself to other guys (either smaller as a flex, or similar size as competition) but I love being praised and it certainly didn't hurt the strength of my erection.

After about 10 minutes of getting my bearings with this blonde wife trying to get as much of my cock in her mouth as possible, I moved her over to the sofa and sat down. She took up the obvious spot between my knees and got back to work. From here, I started murmuring in her ear; leaning forward to ask her questions with her hair in my grip. "Do you like having that big fucking cock in your mouth Mary?" Nod. "Does it taste good?" Enthusiastic nod. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

"I'm thinking about climbing on your lap and sitting on this thing."

She must have felt the way my cock flexed in her hand as she stroked it, because she giggled. Her husband had told me the previous day that she was at the end of her period and wasn't sure about sex, so it wasn't a given. I'd have been happy with just the blowjob - but if she was game, so was I.

I pulled her up onto my lap and positioned my cock against her panties, encouraging her to grind against it. "Can I kiss you?" she asked. Again, I wasn't expecting that - for some people it's too intimate. She was a great kisser. Her breath was hot and desperate against my lips. I could feel the desire coming off her as she rolled her hips against me. I pulled my cock out and held it between her ass cheeks, giving her husband a chance to see my size against her body.

"Let's go upstairs," said one of us. I don't remember who. But we both wanted it, and wanted it now. I followed her up to the bedroom, smacking her butt a couple of times as we ascended the steps.

The bedroom was cool. In the middle of a British summer heatwave, the outside was roasting, but they had a neat air conditioning setup - a little chilly if anything.

I sat on the bed and gestured her to climb on top. She handed me a condom before pulling down the tiny panties, but keeping the top half - chains and all - very much on. She climbed onto the bed and swung her leg over, settling over my cock before leaning forward to kiss me again.

Now, slightly embarrassing, but we've all been there I'm sure. With the strangeness of the situation, coupled with the introduction of a condom (Skyn large, but still a little constricting), there was a slight loss of rigidity. As she placed my tip at her entrance and sunk down, she moaned. I was impressed at how well she took it, albeit not at full, diamond-hard thickness. As she rode me, we kissed some more. The position wasn't ideal however, so I had her get off, removed the condom, and put her mouth back on me.

Before we met, husband told me she liked it rough. I decided to test that out. Knelt over me as she was, with her ponytail in my left hand and my cock in my right, I told her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue.

She complied immediately. I slapped it with the heavy head of my cock. She moaned quietly. "Oh, you enjoy being a little mouthslut do you?" She nodded. I brought my left hand down, engulfing me in her mouth, right to the back. She took it like a champ - so I kept going. Up, down, up, down. Just as we got in a rhythm, I'd pull her head back hard and smack the tip against her tongue again. I'd tease her lips, keeping her on the edge of expectation, trying to take it back in before giving her what she wanted. The glossy look in her eyes told me her conscious mind was on a little vacation right now, and her mouth belonged to me.

The control gave me an edge again. Using Mary like this was a kind of power I'd rarely got to exercise before, and I took full advantage, giving the cameraman a show. When the whim took me, I rolled her on her back, donned another johnny, and slid back into her soaking cunt. The feeling was incredible. I held her legs wide, driving my hips forward, enjoying every moan and whimper that fell from her lips as we fucked.

Before long I found myself straddling her chest, feeding her my cock again. This time, one hand reached back and slid two fingers into her pussy. I'd been told she doesn't normally squirt, but had done with the right manual as stimulation before, so I made it my mission, curling both inside as I rocked my hips backwards and forwards, fucking her mouth. The sight was incredible, the sounds debauched. Something was clearly working for her, as before long I was rewarded with a modest trickle of fluids from her pussy, accompanied by muffled groans.

For the last 20 minutes or so, I got on my back again, put on a third condom, and had her straddle me again. This time however, I leaned her forward so her backside was in the air, and thrust up into her, stuffing her full of my cock, balls slapping against her ass over and over. The noises that came from her were phenomenal; half moan, half squeal as I stretched her out. She came a second time.

We ended with her on her knees by the bed. I teased her lips some more, fucked her mouth a little, and then finished with a fist in her hair, cumming in her open mouth to drip down onto her tits.

"That was a lot!" She remarked later, having to grab some tissue to clean up a spot she previously missed.

Big cock. Heavy shooter. Don't you just hate me?

It'd be a month before I saw her again, but see her again I did. Let me know if you'd like to hear that tale.