Three weeks ago I woke up facing my husband who was kissing my breasts, but that wasn't what had woken me up. It was the large cock sliding up my asshole from behind that brought me out of my deep drunken sleep. It took me few seconds to remember what had happened, and a few more to realize John hadn't gone home.
John had been brought home by Phil my husband to fulfill a fantasy of his. They'd met in a bar a couple of weeks earlier and Phil had attempted that first time, to get me to agree to fuck John and his huge cock. I refused but Phil had kept on with his pleading, eventually I said yes. John arrived just before dinner three weeks ago, so we ate, drank lots of wine an got drunk. I didn't remember too much about what we did other than I know both my husband and John fucked me. And I definitely remember Johns massive cock.
Waking up with his cock easing it's way up my asshole, was to say the least, surprising, but also horny as hell. Phil's attempt to get involved lasted about a minute before he drifted off to a very drunken sleep. Ultra horny from Johns fucking, I eased off his cock, asked him to move and dragged him into the guest room. I didn't know if Phil would have welcomed me having sex with John alone, but seeing his enormous cock fully erect, I had to experience it relatively sober.
Over a period of around an hour, myself and John did everything I'd ever heard of sexually and then some. I've always adored anal sex and hard sex, so Johns cock and his ability to stay hard for ages, soon had me cumming all over the place. I sucked his cock before he fucked me, after he fucked me and in between him fucking my pussy and asshole. I simply couldn't get enough of his large thick cock. And taking it up my asshole again as I mounted him was how Phil found us. He didn't get angry straight away, as he watched me bouncing up and down on Johns cock, but the more I got into being fucked, the more I heard Phil beginning to protest, telling me, us it was only going to be a one off and that was the night before. Even so I carried on fucking John and orgasmed moments before he empted his balls up my ass.
John left an hour later after I cooked him breakfast. Phil was fuming, but I didn't care. He'd wanted me to have sex with another man, so I didn't see it as his territory to tell me when and how many times.
Once John had gone, Phil laid down the rules as he saw them. Absolutely that was the one and only time he wanted me to fuck another man. It was a fantasy he wanted fulfilled and now in his mind, it was. The problem was and is, Phil's cock is six inches fully erect and his cock isn't the thickest cock you'll ever see. John's cock on the other hand, is a smidge under ten inches long and boy is it one thick long piece of delicious man meat. One that had had me cumming on numerous occasions when we fucked in the guest room. And it was that time I spent with John that had me thinking to myself. What about my fantasies.
Well they don't involve Phil in anyway. In fact having had Johns cock fucking me so hard and for so long, my fantasies which I had many, changed. My living fantasy, one I've indulged in on four occasions since, is having the time of my sexual life being fucked by a man who doesn't want to share me again. John and I have met in a motel twice, in my car and once more in our guest room, where we sucked and fucked all afternoon long as Phillip went fishing.
Am I going to stop having an affair with John, probably not, as he's asked me to move in with him. Am I going to move in with him. Who knows, what I do know is Phil wanted me to indulge in his fantasy. I'm now fully indulging in mine.