The man who took my virginity wasn't my first love, but he was and still is the person with the largest cock I've ever seen.
Now married to a wonderful man. A man who provides for his family (Myself and our two daughters) and whom I love dearly in my own way. Yet he doesn't exactly gets my juices going when it comes to sex.
Which has always in the back of my mind, had me wondering what happened to that thirty one year old guy who used me as a seventeen year old fuck doll.
Well six weeks ago I found out. Out shopping, getting our evening meal bought, I heard my name being called. Turning around I came face to face with Tony, the man who took my virginity, and who's cock measures just shy of ten inches long. We chatted about how things were with each other, and I found myself telling him I was happy in my marriage, but not sexually.
Smiling at me, the still lean handsome man, asked me if I'd like to join him at his apartment for some fun.
We spent three hours in his apartment. Three hours in which I did everything sexually you can. From sucking on his monster cock, to having him fuck my asshole, with anything and everything in between.
I got back into my car, not with guilt on my mind, but with wonder lust for Tony's cock. And his ability as he did when I was seventeen, to screw me for hours on end. The last amazing orgasm he gave me before leaving his apartment, was having him fuck my asshole hard from behind in his shower. Telling me as he drilled his huge cock into my rear, that I was just as much of a slut now as I was when we first fucked, got my next orgasm started. And it didn't stop until he unloaded yet another series of cum spurts up my ass.
That night after cooking our evening meal and the kids had gone to bed, I sat opposite my husband and decided I was going to confess. It was my husband telling me how much he loves our life together that stopped me.
Yes I did cheat on him with Tony, and yes not telling him was a way of ducking out of something he should have the choice to deal with. But I knew telling him would only have had him begging me to remain faithful in future, and probably wouldn't have ended our marriage. You see my husband once told me, if I did cheat on him, he knew it would be with a man who was well endowed and someone who'd give me "A damn good fucking".
Over this past six weeks I've decided not to tell my husband anything, as when we do have sex he doesn't last too long anymore. And it's invariably vanilla sex.
With Tony this past month and half I've met him on eight occasions, each time having him use me to the limit of our sexual energies. He's moving away soon to start a new life in Europe, so I know our liaisons will end. Up until then, I'm going to have him screwing me as often as we can get together. After he leaves who knows, I might decide to become the faithful humdrum suburban mother and wife.
But then I might just find a younger fuck partner, who like Tony has a massive cock. Who knows!...