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Authors name: Anonymous Author (No address)
Story title : Giving Lauren More 

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Giving Lauren More (M+/F wife, cheat, size, smoking)
by Anonymous Author

***

Wife gets caught cheating by her husband in the worst 
way. When after a long time she finally takes him to be,
he can tell that her cunt has been stretched by someone 
bigger than he is. But in the end they work it all out 
and have an interesting sex life ever after.

***

"It's not that I'm loose, you know. He always says that, 
but it's not true!"

"Shhh - quiet down, Lauren. We're not exactly in 
private," Andrea said as a few eyebrows were raised in 
the small patio caf‚.

"Sorry. It just frustrates me, that's all. Plus, it's 
not like I'm a slut or anything, and fucked a ton of 
guys before we got married..." Lauren insisted. Seeing 
the half smile form on Andrea's lips, she hurriedly 
clarified. "Look, maybe I had some fun, but it's no 
worse than any guy has done. And I don't think a couple 
dozen is that bad by 26, really. It's like three 
different guys a year since I was 18. The point is," she 
continued, lighting a cigarette, "Nobody 'stretched' me 
out."

"Well, you said yourself that you're not happy. I mean, 
you told me Mike is pretty average, like what - 6 inches 
or so?" Lauren nodded. "Well, I have to tell you, most 
women would call that just fine, as long as he knows 
what to do with it. I mean, with the different guys 
you've been with, you have to know that's pretty 
standard equipment down there," rationalized Andrea.

"I know, I know. It's just not enough for me, I guess."

Andrea paused to light a cigarette of her own. "OK 
then," she exhaled. "What did the doctor say?"

Lauren looked distraught, as if she was going to burst 
into tears. "He said that my vagina is just a bit larger 
than normal. But not unusually so. I asked him why I 
don't feel really turned on during sex and told him that 
Mike thinks I'm too loose. The doctor said that I appear 
to be less sensitive vaginally than some women and that 
I may just prefer the feeling of something larger than 
normal to get real pleasure. He suggested that we see a 
sex therapist, and maybe consider including toys in our 
lovemaking."

Andrea smiled. "Lauren, that doesn't sound like a bad 
idea. Either of them, actually. Look, we don't have 
anything else going on for an hour or so. There's a 
place I got a vibrator from not far from here. Why don't 
we go take a look and see if we can find something to 
cheer you up?"

"Andrea, this is Brooklyn. There's probably a sex shop 
every 20 feet," Lauren groused. She took a final drag 
from her cigarette and extinguished it in the ashtray. 
"Fine. I guess we can give it a shot. I can tell you 
right now that Mike isn't going to go for the therapist 
idea, so maybe this will work better."

*

 Most adult toy/bookstores tend to be a little on the 
seedy side, and this one was no exception. While not 
especially dirty, it was a touch run down, and the neon 
tinted lighting and racks of pornography lining the 
entrance instantly made the women feel a little tainted. 
However, instead of the greasy old man Lauren half 
expected to be sitting at the counter, a well-built, 
reasonably attractive college age boy was running the 
shop.

"Hi ladies," he said in a casual, friendly voice. "Come 
on in. Let me know if you need any help finding 
anything."

Lauren immediately felt a little better. She leaned over 
to Andrea and whispered in her ear, "I thought this 
place was going to be icky, with peep show booths and 
toothless men!"

Andrea looked at her friend: stylish but slightly 
conservative with an Ann Taylor sweater set and 2.5" 
heels, medium length chestnut hair pulled into a 
ponytail, inconspicuous makeup. Attractive, but a little 
uptown. "If I thought it would offend your Upper West 
Side sensitivities, I wouldn't have brought you here," 
she teased. Lauren slapped her on the arm playfully.

"Look, just because my husband has a condo there doesn't 
mean I've forgotten where I'm from," she retorted. "I 
just grew up a little," she said, looking at her outfit. 
Still, she had to admit privately that her husband had 
been exerting some pressure on her taste in clothing 
lately, and she wasn't quite as adventurous as she used 
to be. "Let's look around," she suggested to change the 
subject.

The ladies made their way through the shop, giggling at 
some of the sights. Lauren picked up a leather-and-metal 
corset. Holding it up to her body, she called, "Hey 
Andrea - what do you think? Is it me?" Andrea shook her 
head an emphatic 'no'. 

They flipped through the videos and magazines, 
commenting on attractive actors and actresses. "Lauren, 
what do you think about this one," Andrea teased, 
holding up a girl on girl film. 

"Um, I don't think so... Would you ever do that?" Lauren 
replied.

"Only with you, lover." Andrea winked and blew her a 
kiss.

Eventually they made their way to the rear of the store. 
The entire back wall was covered in a dazzling array of 
vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, and similar implements. 
Lauren slowly let her gaze travel across the selection.

"How about this one?" asked Andrea, holding up a pink 
vibrator.

"No, I already have a vibrator. I'm thinking something, 
well..." Lauren blushed and lowered her voice, "bigger."

Andrea selected another, a 7" jelly dildo and held it 
up. Lauren shook her head. Andrea moved up to a 9" 
lifelike dong. Again, Lauren indicated no. As Andrea 
went to grab the next size up, a thick 11" dildo, she 
saw Lauren's gaze fixed on a toy on the bottom shelf.

"No Lauren," she said firmly.

Lauren reached down and picked it up. The dildo was very 
big; some might even call it huge. It was around 14" 
long, but what intrigued Lauren was the girth. It had to 
be about as thick as her forearm, with a head the size 
of her fist. She felt a trickle of wetness in her 
panties as he held the dildo. It was heavy, and firm, 
yet flexible.

"Lauren, are you fucking kidding me?" Andrea gasped. 
"That thing is huge! You're going to hurt yourself. No 
fucking way," she insisted, taking the dildo.

The college boy cleared his throat softly from a few 
feet away. He looked carefully at the dildo and then 
Andrea. "I just wanted to check and make sure you're 
finding things okay here. The bottom shelf there is 
mainly for novelty events, just so you know. 
Bachelorette parties, etc..." 

Andrea blushed fiercely and put down the dildo. "We'll 
have to think about it," she said and grabbed Lauren's 
hand, leading her out of the shop. "Look," she said once 
they were outside, "I have to get going to work. We'll 
find you something, I promise. And get that damned 
husband of yours to go talk to someone with you, okay?" 
She glanced at the large diamond on Lauren's finger, 
more than double the size of her own wedding ring. "It's 
not like he can't afford it." She kissed Lauren on the 
cheek and walked away, crossing the street and entering 
a subway station half a block down.

Lauren stood quietly in the doorway of the shop for a 
couple of minutes, thinking. Unconsciously, she went 
back into the store. The employee gave her a friendly 
smile as she entered. "Back already?" She grinned weakly 
and moved into the video section. Browsing for a few 
minutes, she found a section that interested her. 

The films were all oriented around two or three well 
hung guys with one woman. She looked at the box covers 
until she found a long one with several different scenes 
and picked it up. Then, ignoring the wobble in her 
knees, she marched to the back of the store and picked 
up the novelty dildo. Once again, she felt her cunt 
twitch and moisten just feeling the thick, veined latex 
in her hand. She walked up to the register with her 
selections.

"I think this will make a great gag gift," the young man 
said with a knowing smile. Lauren was relieved that he 
didn't embarrass her about it. "You know," he continued 
with a serious glance at her figure, "To make the joke 
even more realistic, you should probably consider giving 
her a good lubricant with this." He added a bottle of 
Astroglide Plus to the pile. 

"Tell you what, free of charge - I don't think you 
should leave without it." He rang up her video next, 
feeling himself getting turned on by this sexy woman's 
choices. From the looks of it, she was getting ready to 
fuck the hell out of herself.

"$78.50 is the total," he told her finally.

Lauren reached into her purse and started to take out a 
credit card. Then she thought better of it and pulled 
out several twenties. Why let Mike know what she had 
been doing, she thought to herself. Suddenly a flush of 
wickedness rushed through her. As long as she was being 
secretive, she reasoned, she might as well see if she 
still had "it". It wasn't like she was coming back here, 
and she had seen the growing erection that tented the 
young man's pants.

She intentionally touched his hand as she gave him the 
cash. "You know that this stuff is for me, don't you?" 
she asked softly.

He stumbled a bit trying to count out her change. "Uh, I 
don't really ask about that...I guess it's none of my 
business..."

"Well," Lauren teased, pulling back her shoulders subtly 
to make her chest stand out, "In your professional 
experience, is there any advice you'd give me for this 
purchase?"

He handed her the change and the bag, staring at the 
outline of her breasts stretching the cotton sweater. 
"Yeah," he mumbled, "Have fun."

She blew him a kiss and turned away, letting her ass 
sway as she walked to the door. Inside, she was laughing 
wildly. She may have mellowed since meeting her husband 
a couple of years ago, but she could still twist a man 
up when she wanted to. She didn't hear his second piece 
of advice, whispered under his breath, "And be careful 
with that thing." 

Lauren looked at her watch: 2:30. Mike would be working 
until at least 7:00, so she had plenty of time to 
experiment. Yet, she felt rushed and excited, so instead 
of taking the subway, she quickly hailed a cab.

*

 Lauren was opening the door to her fifth floor 
condominium by 3:00 since traffic had been surprisingly 
light. One of the nice things about a career-minded, 
early-thirties husband in investment banking was that 
she had the house to herself quite often, which suited 
her fine. 

And since neither of them wanted kids, for now at least, 
there was nothing to disturb her "experiment". Well, 
almost nothing, she noted as she glanced at the 
telephone. A quick touch on the control pad muted the 
ringer. There, she thought with satisfaction, now 
everything is perfect.

 She briefly flirted with the idea of a nice bubble bath 
with scented candles to set the mood, but realized that 
she was too keyed up for that. It would just delay 
things and irritate her. She took her plain brown 
shopping bag and her purse and moved into the bedroom.

Lauren and Mike had a decent sized bedroom by Manhattan 
standards, with room enough for a petite entertainment 
center opposite the bed, complete with a flat-screen TV 
and a VCR. She ejected the tape that was currently in 
the machine - some porno with a lesbian sounding title, 
she discovered. Hmm, she thought, Mike's been doing some 
of his own watching. She had never really watched two 
women together, she realized suddenly; she might just 
have to take a look at this tape sometime. But not right 
now.

She pushed the new tape from the adult bookstore into 
the machine and picked up the remote. Her stylish but 
functional 2 1/2" heels clicked on the hard wood floors 
as she walked to her side of the bed and laid down on 
her back, still carrying the brown sack. She clicked on 
the television and took her cigarettes from her purse.

Well, here goes nothing, she thought with sudden 
skepticism as she flicked her lighter. Through the plume 
of smoke she exhaled, the first images came onscreen. 
She quickly fast-forwarded through the previews for a 
bunch of 800 numbers until she got to the title screen. 
"Girls Who Need More" it was called. That certainly 
describes me, she laughed internally, with a bit of 
cynicism. Try as she might, she could not recall ever 
having had sex with an abnormally well-hung guy, and her 
husband was pretty run of the mill at 6", but especially 
lately she'd just been feeling...unfilled.

The first scene opened on a blonde with large fake tits 
standing in a bar. She was drinking and smoking a 
cigarette, and a man approached her. Pretty hunky, 
Lauren thought to herself approvingly. They laughed for 
a couple of minutes and danced, with his hands roaming 
fairly freely considering that they had just met. 

Then the man pointed, and the blonde looked over to see 
two other guys at a table, one white and one black. He 
whispered something in her ear and she nodded. The scene 
cut to a motel room where the blonde was on her knees 
with her stretch top pulled down around her waist. The 
guy who had hit on her was unzipping his pants to reveal 
a long, thick cock.

Lauren smiled. That was more like it, she thought to 
herself as he stroked himself to a full erection that 
had to be in the ten-inch range. She felt a tingle in 
her pussy and began unbuttoning her blouse. She touched 
her brassiere-covered breasts and continued smoking as 
the action heated up on the video. 

Soon all three men were naked, and they were all 
equipped with very large cocks - the smallest was at 
least 9" and disproportionately thick. Lauren put out 
her cigarette and reached into her nightstand for a 
vibrator. I'd better get warmed up before I try the new 
one, she decided.

Watching the blonde being fucked by these studs was 
plenty of inspiration, and Lauren quickly grew wet as 
she ran the vibrator over her panty-clad mound. She 
teased herself for several minutes, letting the 
excitement build. Finally, when the blonde lowered 
herself onto the longest cock, while sucking the thick 
guy and letting the third ass-fuck her, Lauren could 
hold back no longer. With a low, throaty moan, she came 
to the tingling of the vibrator on her clit.

That felt great, she thought to herself. For a second 
she considered trying her new toy another time, but the 
anticipation was too strong. She stripped off her 
panties and pulled her skirt out of the way. She smoked 
another cigarette as a break in order to recover from 
her climax, then pulled out the new dildo as a new scene 
came on.

The one appeared to be a gang-bang. One guy was telling 
four others the "ground rules" about fucking his wife, 
and then they all went into a bedroom. He kissed her, 
rather tenderly for a porno, and announced that she 
would take each of them one at a time, then he would 
have her himself. As before, when the men stripped they 
all had unusually large cocks. Lauren shivered with 
excitement. She ran her hand across the dildo, trying to 
get used to the feel of it.

It was almost incredible, she thought. The latex cock 
was so big that she couldn't nearly get her hand around 
it. She realized that it would actually take two hands 
to manipulate it inside of her. If it fit, that is. She 
opened the bottle of Astroglide and poured a liberal 
amount over the dildo, smearing it around until it was 
well distributed. The extra on her hand she spread over 
her pussy, although she discovered that her cunt was so 
wet already that the blonde hair around it was matted.

Here goes nothing, she told herself. She put the fist-
sized head of the dildo against the cleft of her pussy 
lips and pressed. At first, nothing happened. She kept 
pushing, slowly increasing the pressure, until she felt 
it starting to slip a bit. 

At the same time, she felt an enormous spreading, 
"Fuck," she groaned softly, biting her lip. She kept 
pushing, and now her pussy began to respond. With 
surprising swiftness, she felt herself loosen up and 
felt the dildo begin traveling down her vaginal canal. 
Then, with a twist of her hips, the last barriers 
disappeared and her cunt opened to swallow most of the 
dildo, leaving only two inches protruding with which to 
pull it out.

Lauren left the dildo all the way inserted for long 
enough to check the action onscreen. It looked like a 
couple of the guys had already fucked the woman, and her 
husband was stroking himself in the corner. Another one 
finished with a deep groan and slowly withdrew his cock 
from her stretched pussy. A rush of come poured from her 
gaping cunt as he moved away. Shit, they're all coming 
inside of her, Lauren thought in amazement.

Sure enough, a broad wet spot on the sheets was dark 
with semen and pussy drippings. The fourth guy 
immediately moved in and wiped his thick dick through 
her sloppy gash a few times to get it lubricated before 
shoving it into her, to the cheers of the others. Lauren 
feverishly rubbed her clit to the action onscreen, 
clenching her pussy around the dildo to keep it from 
sliding out.

She realized that the intensity would get her off 
rapidly, so she grasped the end of the dildo with both 
hands and started sliding it back out. The sensation was 
so powerful that her head swam and she began grunting 
animalistically. She felt her climax rushing towards 
her, even though she had hardly even begun, so she 
started fucking herself with short, rigid strokes. The 
dildo, thicker than her wrist, touched every nerve in 
her cunt at once and she felt an incredible orgasm wash 
over her.

Several minutes later, feeling groggy in the post-
orgasmic comedown, she realized that her pussy had 
squeezed the dildo out of her on its own accord and felt 
its weight pressing on her crotch. She lifted it up and 
looked at it closely. 

Jesus Christ, she thought, how did this thing ever go 
'up there'? The dildo was just so big that even after 
using it once, she was still intimidated by it. But even 
more intimidating, even shaming, was how easily it had 
gone up her when she pushed a little. It didn't even 
hurt. I took it like a ten-dollar hooker... 

 Suddenly Lauren felt cheap and slutty. She opened a 
nightstand drawer and put the dildo in, covering it with 
underwear. On second thought, she added the gang bang 
videotape to the stash as well.

*

"This is Andrea," said the brunette, answering her 
ringing cell phone.

"It's Lauren. Listen, I have to talk to you."

"OK, no problem. I don't have a client right now. Hang 
on a sec." Andrea caught the attention of the other 
stylist and pointed to the phone. Receiving an 
understanding nod, she grabbed her purse and slipped out 
the front door of the salon where a bench was drenched 
in the warm afternoon sunlight. She lit a cigarette and 
spoke again into the phone. "OK, I'm all set. What's 
going on?"

"I did something crazy. You're not going to believe it."

"I'm all ears, Lauren. What's going on?"

"I went back to that store...you know - that store - and 
I got a toy. I used it earlier this afternoon and it was 
amazing. I've never felt so good in my life!"

"That's great! What's the big deal then, you sound like 
something's wrong?"

Andrea nearly choked as she inhaled from her cigarette 
at Lauren's next words. "It was the big one. The big 
dildo you told me not to get. I bought it, I fucked 
myself with it, and I loved every second of it."

Andrea paused for a few seconds to collect herself. 
"Really...no shit?" she said in shock.

"I'm a fucking slut," Lauren said miserably. Andrea 
could hear the tears in Lauren's eyes and tried to 
reassure her.

"No you're not," she said firmly. "You just went and did 
what made you feel good, and there's nothing slutty 
about that. And you did say you loved it," she pointed 
out. "But...didn't it hurt?"

"No." Lauren bit her lip and continued, "At first there 
was this pressure and it was really intense, but then it 
just slid right in." She shuddered, remembering the 
sensation. "I've never felt so full, so stretched... I 
came so hard I just about passed out."

Andrea felt her pussy getting moist. She had a good sex 
life with her own husband but had never 'nearly passed 
out' from an orgasm, and she felt a twinge of envy. 
Half-joking and half-serious, she said, "That sounds 
great to me Lauren. I'm off work tomorrow. Maybe I 
should come watch you."

Evidently Lauren didn't find the idea so unusual or 
funny. "That would make me feel better, Andrea. Then I 
wouldn't feel like I was so weird or whatever. Come by 
whenever. I'll let you get back to work, I guess." Then 
she disconnected, still a little out of sorts.

Andrea looked at her dead cell phone and took a long 
drag from her cigarette. Watching Lauren with that 
ridiculous toy tomorrow, she thought? Well, why not. She 
pretended to herself that she didn't notice the trickle 
of vaginal secretion running down her inner thigh.

*

At exactly 7:30, Lauren heard her husband's keys 
rattling at the lock of the front door. He was as 
predictable as a foreign car, she thought with a mixture 
of pride and irritation. Having achieved some measure of 
seniority in his job as an investment banker at a major 
firm, he actually had the luxury of leaving work after 
only a 12-hour workday of 7:00 am to 7:00 pm. She poured 
herself a drink as he dropped his briefcase just inside 
the door and went to hang up his coat. Some life, she 
thought, when twelve-hour, six-day weeks mean you've 
made it. She lit a cigarette and called out a hello.

Mike simply grunted as he made his way towards the 
bedroom and its adjoining bathroom. No kiss hello, or 
small talk. Lauren sighed; it was just the way he was.

A couple of hours later, and after two beers and dinner, 
he was in a much more pleasant mood. The couple was 
sitting on a plush couch with television reruns idly 
occupying their attention. Mike looked over at his sexy 
blonde wife. She really was a knockout, he realized. 
Always attractive in his eyes, since dressing a little 
more fashionably and toning down some of her makeup and 
shoes, he found her irresistible. He slid his hand up 
her side and cupped her right breast.

"Want to go to the bedroom," he suggested in what he 
hoped was a seductive voice.

Lauren hesitated for a moment. Things had been very hit 
or miss with them lately, sexually. But she loved her 
husband and didn't want to deny him sex, and truth be 
told, she was already horny again - although it was more 
from thinking about that giant dildo than from thinking 
of her husband...

Her mind made up, she leaned back into the plush 
cushions of the couch and spread her legs invitingly. 
"What's wrong with where we are right now?" she asked 
invitingly.

Mike didn't need a written invitation. He lifted one of 
her legs over his so that he could pull her close and 
started to kiss her deeply. Lauren found herself moaning 
into her husband's mouth and pulling his hand between 
her legs. While he stroked her through her slacks, she 
struggled to quickly undo the hook and tear down the 
zipper. After what seemed like an unreasonable delay, 
she managed to open her pants enough to press Mike's 
fingers into the gap and pierce the folds of her slick 
pussy.

Mike was excited and his cock was straining inside of 
his boxers. It had been rare lately than Lauren had been 
so enthusiastic about sex, and the warm juices 
slickening his fingers gave evidence of her arousal. 
Probing her delicious pink mouth with his tongue, he 
knew that this wasn't going to be a soft and romantic 
encounter. It was going to be a rough, aggressive 
rutting. He could sense that what his wife really wanted 
was to be fucked hard. He spun her over so that she was 
kneeling on the cushions with her face resting against 
the back of the couch, and then hurriedly dropped his 
trousers.

Lauren closed her eyes and waited for the penetration to 
come. Her husband rarely took her doggy-style, but it 
suited her mood perfectly, and since it usually allowed 
a deep penetration, she thought it might actually be 
ideal. Soon enough, she felt his hard cock touch her 
moist labia and she focused all of her energy and 
attention on the two square inches of flesh that would 
soon be invaded by her husband's dick.

However, when he pushed forward, he slid right in to his 
balls with only the slightest hint of friction. It was 
sudden enough that he actually let out a grunt of 
surprise. Lauren grimaced and hid her expression in the 
soft fabric of the couch. Far from feeling rapturously 
good, Mike's cock was much like a hand trying to scratch 
an itch on your back, but missing by just a bit. If 
anything, her experience that afternoon with the dildo 
had awakened her to just how unhappy she was with her 
husband's size. She tried to conceal a tear of 
frustration that slid from one of her eyes.

Meanwhile, Mike was thrusting about, vainly trying to 
find an angle that afforded him some friction and 
stimulation. His wife had never had the tightest pussy 
that he had fucked, but the past year or so had been 
more and more frustrating as she felt looser than ever 
around him. 

It wasn't like there was no pleasure involved, but he 
knew she wasn't enjoying it, and neither was he. In that 
realization, the moment was spoiled. Mike went quickly 
from disappointment to anger, slipping his deflating 
cock from her cunt and failing to notice the pearly 
string of cunt juice that stretched between the his tip 
and her inner recesses.

"What the fuck, Lauren? I thought you were going to see 
a doctor about this?" he yelled angrily.

Lauren whirled, her face a mask of resentment and hurt. 
"Me? I did see a doctor. You know, it's not just you who 
is unhappy about this. The doctor suggested that we see 
a sex therapist and try to work this through."

"I don't need a sex therapist to tell me my wife has a 
big, loose cunt!" Mike stormed.

Lauren was stunned. She understood his frustration, but 
couldn't he see that the problem was hurting her too? 
That it might not just be her problem? Suddenly her 
temper flared - she wasn't going to take the whole rap 
on this, and she certainly wasn't going to let Mike get 
away with what he had said.

"Well maybe if you weren't such a needle-dicked asshole, 
you'd know how to fuck me properly. But there are plenty 
of other men who can take care of that for you if you're 
going to talk to me that way!"

She ran crying into the bedroom and slammed the door 
shut, then reopened it to throw a pillow and a suit of 
clothes for Mike into the hallway. There was no way he 
would be joining her in bed that night...

*

The following day had been a mixture of emotional highs 
and lows. At some points, Lauren felt thrilled that she 
had finally told Mike how she really felt. Ugly as it 
was, the truth was liberating. Her husband was 
physically incapable of satisfying her in bed. She had 
always imagined otherwise, telling herself that his love 
and their good times together made up for the 
difference.

At other moments, she was depressed. She and Mike had 
been very hurtful to each other the night before, and 
even prior to that. Their marriage was in jeopardy and 
it didn't seem like he was willing to work on it. Even 
if he anatomically could, she told herself with a dark 
sarcasm.

Finally, there were those fleeting moments, more 
frequent than she would have liked to admit, where her 
thoughts fell upon the thick toy hidden under her 
panties in a nightstand drawer. There was something 
capable of filling her up properly, she thought. And of 
course there was the video that she had bought, full of 
women being gang-banged, some while their husbands 
watched or participated. 

She felt her cunt greasing up nicely at the thought of 
that. What she wouldn't give right now to see Mike's 
expression as she took on three or four guys with nice 
thick cocks. Maybe after the third she'd have enough 
sympathy to let him climb on and try to fuck her - not 
that she'd feel him after all that, but his little dick 
swimming around in all that come from the other guys 
would turn her on anyway.

The sound of the doorbell chiming broke her reverie and 
she jumped. Then she realized it had to be Andrea; after 
all, Lauren had invited her over yesterday for a show... 
She hurried to the door and let her friend in.

"It's about time," Andrea greeted her. "I was ringing 
your doorbell forever. What, did you get impatient and 
start already?"

"No," Lauren replied with a blush. "I was 
just...thinking about something, that's all."

Andrea breezed past her and headed straight for the 
bedroom. "OK, where is it?" she called over her 
shoulder. "I need to see this thing and decide if it's 
safe for you, in my expert opinion of course." She 
pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse and lit one 
as she waited for Lauren to catch up.

Lauren bent to her hiding place, then stopped. "Mike and 
I, well, we had a bad fight last night. Really bad." She 
gave Andrea a quick rundown, receiving a sympathetic 
expression from her friend.

"I told you yesterday, I think you two need to talk to 
someone about it. It's not like this issue is going away 
on its own, and I hate to break it to you, honey, but he 
isn't going to get any bigger or harder as the years go 
by, if you know what I mean." That was enough to get a 
laugh out of the blonde. "Now, let me see this fucking 
monster you were so excited about yesterday!"

With no further ado, Lauren opened the drawer and took 
out the dildo, presenting it to her friend with a 
flourish. "Tada!" she quipped.

Andrea almost dropped her cigarette. "Jesus Christ," she 
gasped, "It's fucking huge!"

Lauren smiled tightly. "Actually, it feels just about 
right to me..."

The brunette measured with her hand, trying to grasp the 
entire toy. She figured it took roughly one and a half 
hand-lengths to go around it, and adding that up in her 
head, exclaimed, "It has to be almost eight inches 
around...It's a little bigger than a Coke can."

While Andrea was stammering over the size, Lauren had 
fed her tape into the bedroom VCR and started it. She 
took Andrea's cigarette from her and sucked hard, 
inhaling the smoke deeply. "Watch this," she urged her 
friend.

The scene was much like those from yesterday: one normal 
sized woman taking on a group of men with unusually 
large cocks. Lauren found the dialogue especially 
enticing, full of the men suggesting that the woman's 
husband probably never fucked her that way, and the 
woman saying that her husband's dick was simply too 
small to do the job. She squirted a generous amount of 
lube onto the dildo and pulled off her skirt and 
underwear.

Andrea looked at Lauren and found herself staring at the 
blonde-furred pussy before her. She had seen Lauren 
fully naked before on occasion, but never this close and 
never in such a setting. Suddenly she realized that 
Lauren really was going to go ahead with this dildo 
thing and felt her own cunt starting to ooze. "Do it," 
she whispered.

Lauren leaned back so that her spine was flush with the 
wall and spread her legs as far as they would go. The 
position gave Andrea a bulls-eye view and she leaned in 
to take advantage of it. She watched Lauren put the 
apple-sized head of the latex cock against her pussy 
lips and smear the lubricant around with it. Then, 
slowly and inexorably, she began pushing the dildo 
inside of herself.

Having once been through this experience, Lauren was 
much more confident than she had been the day before. 
She knew that the dildo would fit, and she shuddered as 
she remembered how good it had felt. With that in mind, 
she didn't hesitate to press the dildo hard into herself 
so that when she hit a point of slight resistance, the 
rubber dick moved cleanly past it and was engulfed in 
her twat.

"Holy shit." Andrea said it slowly and simply. The thick 
dildo was deeply lodged inside her friend, and Lauren's 
pussy was stretched tightly around it. She watched in 
awe as Lauren pulled it halfway out, moaning loudly, 
then pushed it home once again. Slowly at first, but 
with increasing speed, Lauren began to work the dildo 
inside of herself. 

Almost by magnetism, Andrea felt her hand slip forward 
to touch Lauren's moist clit. She was rewarded by an 
encouraging moan and rubbed it some more. Then she put 
her hand on the shaft of the toy and started fucking 
Lauren with it.

Lauren was only too happy to raise her hands above her 
hand and stroke her scalp and hair. Her nerves felt like 
they were dancing electrical wires, so stimulated she 
was. Andrea fucked her for a few minutes, then 
whispered, "I want to try it..."

Lauren was almost jealous; she didn't want to stop yet. 
But she also wanted her friend to experience this 
pleasure, so she nodded. Andrea carefully pulled the 
dildo out of Lauren, who gasped at the sudden vacancy. 
She stripped off her own jeans and underwear and started 
rubbing the thick toy against her own cunt. Between the 
lubricant and Lauren's abundant secretions coating the 
rubber, and her own overflowing gash, Andrea felt the 
toy easily sliding through her folds. She continued to 
rub Lauren's pussy with one hand as she worked the toy 
against herself.

Lauren rocked her hips against her friend's touch, 
enjoying the contact but missing the fullness of the 
dildo. Her movements caused two of Andrea's fingers to 
slip inside and she gasped approvingly. Andrea took the 
hint and starting fingerfucking Lauren, first with two 
fingers, then rapidly adding a third and a fourth. All 
the while, she was trying to get the dildo started in 
herself.

"More," begged Lauren. "Give me more." 

"I already have all four fingers in you," Andrea 
responded. "What more do you want?"

"Give me your thumb," Lauren urged. "Fuck it - give me 
your whole hand!"

Andrea felt her pussy starting to stretch around the tip 
of the dildo as Lauren said that, and her mind was 
reeling at the first hint of the sensation her friend 
must have been experiencing. Without thinking, she 
cupped her fingers and thumb together and did exactly as 
Lauren had asked. It took five thrusts, but within 
moments Andrea's fist was buried to the wrist in the 
blonde.

"Oh fuck!" screamed Lauren. "You're fucking fisting me! 
Do it to me - do it!"

Andrea was more than willing, but she was also trying to 
get the dildo inside of herself. However, no matter what 
she tried, she could go no farther than the first inch. 
It was like trying to push a telephone pole past her 
pubic bone. Frustrated, she let it fall between her 
legs. "Damn it, it's just too fucking big. I can't 
handle it."

"I'm sorry," gasped Lauren. "Just keep fucking me and 
I'll make it up to you somehow - I'll eat you out if you 
want. Oh God, just keep going!"

Neither of the women sensed the presence that had 
watched for the past few minutes from the doorway. Mike 
had felt badly himself about their fight the previous 
night and had called in a couple of favors in order to 
leave work at an unheard of afternoon hour so that he 
could try to talk to his wife. But here he found her in 
bed with her girlfriend, watching a porno of women being 
gangfucked, and using the biggest dildo he had ever 
seen. And now Andrea was fist-fucking his wife!

He was confused and angry, but also terribly aroused. 
Like most men, he had secretly imagined his wife being 
with another woman, and he had always fantasized about 
her best friend even though she wasn't strictly his 
type. But she was sexy nonetheless, and unattainable 
since she and he were married, which only fueled his 
private desires. He had felt his cock steadily harden 
watching her try to take that ridiculous dildo. As soon 
as he saw it come out of his wife, he knew that his cock 
would never again satisfy her, but with Andrea, perhaps 
there was a chance. He unfastened his pants and stepped 
through the doorway.

The first awareness either woman had of him was when he 
put his hands on Andrea's ass. She looked over her 
shoulder in shock and digested the situation instantly 
upon seeing Mike's turgid prick. For a split second, she 
thought of her own husband, then felt the heat in her 
clit that mattered more at that particular moment. 
Andrea lowered her chest even more, thrusting her hips 
backward towards Mike.

Lauren, too, made a fast appraisal of the situation. For 
her, the decision may have been even easier. Where 
Andrea was about to cheat on her husband, Lauren was 
simply allowing her own husband to take pleasure that 
she herself had been unable to give him. In fact, she 
realized suddenly, that would make it so much easier on 
him when she starting seeking out well-hung men to fuck 
herself, a plan she had not formulated until then.

"Fuck her Mike," she said calmly. "She needs it. Look at 
her - her pussy is soaking, and she's so tight that she 
couldn't handle my dildo. You want a nice, tight cunt, 
don't you?"

As Lauren egged him on, Mike slipped his dick into her 
dark-haired friend. He immediately felt a friction and a 
squeezing that he hadn't experienced in a very long time 
and had to remain still to avoid coming prematurely. 
Lauren could see it in his eyes.

"She's really holding onto you, isn't she? Her pussy, I 
mean. I bet she feels like a hot, wet, sticky glove 
around your cock. Isn't that right?" He moaned his 
agreement, and even Andrea started gasping at both the 
fucking she was receiving as well as Lauren's raunchy 
dialogue.

"That's how I feel with her fist inside of me," Lauren 
continued, gently reminding her friend to start fucking 
her again. "And that's how I feel with that big dildo 
inside of me." The pleasure cries of all three of them 
began filling the air. Finally, close to her own orgasm 
and sensing Mike's need to come, she went on, "And 
that's how I'm going to feel when I start fucking other 
men who have cocks that can fill me up."

Mike groaned at the slutty way that Lauren was taunting 
him, not to mention the exquisite pleasure her best 
friend's tight slit was giving him. Andrea was really 
working her vaginal muscles around his shaft. As long as 
she was fucking another man, she wanted to make the most 
of the experience. He thrust into her with long, deep 
strokes, feeling his balls slap her inner thighs at the 
bottom of each movement. Soon, sweat was beginning to 
drip from his forehead from the effort to screw her 
properly yet hold back his come. Then Lauren started 
back in with the dirty talk.

"Are you going to come in her, honey? Are you ready to 
pump my best friend full of the come that only I've 
gotten for the past several years? I know you want to. 
I've seen you looking at her tits, and her ass, when you 
thought I didn't notice. You've wanted to nail her for 
years. Shoot your come up her tight, squeezing pussy."

Surprisingly, it was Andrea who got off first. Between 
Lauren's snatch lewdly speared on her fist, and the 
first-rate drilling that she was taking from Mike, she 
let herself be swept away in pleasure. Mike was only 
seconds behind, and the heat from his injection of sperm 
radiated through her abdomen and intensified her orgasm. 
His grunts of release filled the room and drowned out 
the screaming of the women. Yet Lauren still hadn't 
come, even with all of that stimulation.

She closed her eyes and imagined herself being the woman 
in the porn movies she had watched, at the center of a 
number of guys all lined up to fuck her. Rubbing her own 
clit, she pretended that Andrea's fist inside of her was 
actually a huge cock plunging her inner depths. Her 
orgasm started building and she pictured Mike sitting on 
the edge of the bed, watching her fuck man after man, 
letting them fill her pussy with their hot seed. Finally 
she came powerfully, with a long, low moan that came 
from deep in her chest.

A few minutes later, she regained her focus. Andrea had 
pulled her hand free and was trying to wipe the leaking 
semen from her cunt with part of the bed sheet. Mike was 
looking at Lauren's gaping pussy with an awed 
expression. Lauren knew that, for better or worse, their 
relationship would never be the same.

She spoke up quietly. "Mike, you have my permission to 
fuck Andrea whenever you want, if that's okay with her." 
Andrea smiled her approval.

"What does that mean for us - for you?"

"From now on, I think what you and I do together is 
going to be a little different," she said.

Mike picked up the dildo. "Does that mean you want me to 
use this on you?"

Lauren nodded. "That's part of it. But you'd better take 
me up on doing Andrea. Because I'm going to be getting 
fucked a lot myself, and you're either going to accept 
that or things aren't going to work out with us."

Mike looked stunned and confused. Andrea moved over to 
sit in his lap. Kissing him with a hint of tongue, she 
whispered, "You two are good together - don't throw that 
away. Lauren needs more than you can give her; you need 
to accept that and find a way to make it work. Who 
knows, maybe you'll even enjoy it?" She kissed him again 
and then headed towards the shower to clean off before 
going home. Mike looked at Lauren and then at her hungry 
pussy. "Okay," he said simply.

*

"34B-26-35 married blonde, sexy, early 30's, seeks 
exceptionally well hung studs for fun and games. Bring 
your friends and I'll entertain. Under 10" need not 
respond."

Lauren stopped typing and picked up her cigarette, 
looking at the screen carefully. So far, so good, she 
mused as she exhaled a stream of smoke through pursed 
lips. She clicked a link to add a couple of photos of 
herself, one fully nude and using her dildo. Then, 
satisfied, she submitted the ad to the swinger site and 
looked at Mike.

"Well, if that doesn't bring them, I guess I'm off to 
the singles bars," she quipped. 

In the week that had passed since Mike had discovered 
Lauren's secret, they had talked extensively. They had 
even fucked once, with mixed results. More frequently 
though, Mike had hammered Lauren with the huge dildo 
either while or before a fabulous blowjob. Lauren had 
started to deep-throat him, commenting that learning to 
do that should allow her to swallow almost half the 
length of the pricks that she planned on finding. He 
rapidly discovered that seeing Lauren's cunt stretched 
around the dildo was a huge turn-on for him, especially 
since she got so excited and vocal.

Lauren had adapted rapidly to the big dildo, and it now 
fit her pussy like it had been made for her. She no 
longer felt any discomfort when inserting it and 
commented to Mike that it was going to take a lot of 
cock to please her from now on. During one of their 
sessions with the toy, she had been watching a new 
fetish video that she had ordered online and started 
coming very suddenly at one point as Mike shafted her 
with the thick dong. He was startled by her sudden 
orgasm and looked over his shoulder to find a scene in 
which an Asian woman was being fucked in the pussy by 
two men at the same time. A smile crossed his face, and 
he looked at his wife.

"Is that what got you off?" he asked, motioning to the 
screen.

Lauren nodded limply, light-headed from her climax.

Mike slowly pulled the dildo from her snatch, ignoring 
the disappointed expression and protest of "I'm not done 
yet!" that she gave him. "It's called a double vaginal 
penetration," he explained to her, searching between the 
mattress and box spring.

"How do you know that, Mr. Conservative?" she probed 
skeptically.

"I looked at the movie while you were sleeping the other 
day, trying to plan a surprise. When I saw this, I 
looked it up on the Internet." He pulled a more normal 
sized dildo from under the mattress and began rubbing it 
against her sopping hole. Within seconds he had easily 
slipped it eight inches into her pussy. Stroking his 
rigid cock, he pushed Lauren flat on the bed and climbed 
on top of her. He put the head of his cock to her pussy 
and gradually pressed it into her alongside of the 
dildo.

"Holy fuck," Lauren breathed. "You planned this out 
ahead of time?" She moaned as her husband's dick slid 
into her alongside the dildo.

Mike hushed her. "Shut up and imagine you're getting two 
dicks in you at once. I got this one because I thought 
even you would have a hard time handling the big one in 
you while I did this."

Lauren was panting in ecstasy as her husband moved 
within her. Simply leaving the dildo buried in her, he 
thrust his cock in and out like a jackhammer. The 
tightness of her overfilled cunt was exhilarating to 
him. Lauren had never felt like this around his average 
sized cock and he loved it. At the same time, she was 
experiencing a level of pleasure from his fucking that 
she had never experienced with Mike either. In fact, the 
couple was having the best sex of their entire 
relationship at that moment.

"Fuck me, Mike! Fuck me hard!" she screamed, clawing at 
his back frantically. Her legs were hooked around and 
behind his, pulling him as deeply into her as he could 
go. "Oh God, yes, you're going to make me come...keep 
going...shit - oh shit! I'm coming!" 

Mike felt her pussy muscles clenching around the double 
intrusion of his cock and the toy and let his resistance 
fade. He had been intensely focused on holding back his 
ejaculation until Lauren came again, and now let himself 
go and released a thick burst of jism inside of her 
steaming pit. 

He was so excited that he experienced nearly a dozen 
contractions, each sending a spurt of hot goo into his 
wife. When he finally pulled his softening member from 
her, a stream of white cream immediately gushed out to 
puddle around her ass. Growing more comfortable in her 
new role as an insatiable slut, Lauren pulled the come-
covered dildo from herself and slowly sucked it clean of 
their mixed juices. Then she smiled and kissed him 
lightly.

"That was wonderful, honey. Thank you."

That night they slept together with arms intertwined, 
happier and more sexually sated than at any point before 
in their marriage.

*

Lauren lit a cigarette and took a slow drag, reviewing 
the list of new emails in her inbox. There were no less 
than 64 responses to her ad in one day. She screened 
them quickly. Those who had come across especially 
crudely were discarded immediately, as were a couple 
that had made disparaging remarks about her husband's 
ability to satisfy her. I may need more dick than he can 
give me, she thought, but I still love him and we seem 
to have worked through our little issue.

Others were rejected based on looks or cock size from 
their attached photos. By the time she finished, there 
were seven candidates that she was interested in 
responding to. On the first glance, after reviewing 
their attached photos, there wasn't a single one that 
she wouldn't fuck in a second. If, that is, their photos 
were legitimate and they weren't assholes.

However, there was one that jumped out at her 
immediately. The note had read, "Lauren, you sound like 
an incredibly sexy woman in need of some deep attention 
that I would be pleased to provide. I have three 
discreet, good friends that have the attributes you are 
seeking, and we have done this before for another woman 
with your tastes. I have enclosed a reference for your 
inquiry, as well as a photo. I hope we can meet you 
soon." 

The photo was of a finely toned, muscular man with a 
fabulous twelve-inch cock that was incredibly thick. 
Lauren found herself wet instantly and was very 
attracted to the man's appearance. She quickly emailed 
the woman to whom he had referred her and played with 
her pussy while looking at his photo.

She was startled by the rapid response that appeared in 
her email box from the woman. She must have been online 
when Lauren emailed her.

"Robert and his friends are incredible," the message 
said. "I fuck them all together at least once a month, 
and separately quite often.

I've never been so satisfied by a lover in my life. You 
owe it to yourself to experience them. -Kaye"

Lauren pressed a fourth finger into herself while 
frigging her clit with the other hand and came lightly. 
That clinches it, she decided. She emailed Robert and 
suggested a meeting for the following evening at the bar 
of a hotel near Times Square.

*

"You haven't dressed like that for me in a long time," 
Mike complained weakly. He was watching Lauren prepare 
for her "date" with Robert. Contrary to her standard 
outfits and makeup, which were a bit conservative, 
Lauren was wearing a translucent, cream silk blouse that 
let her lacy white bra become visible. 

On the bottom, she wore a shiny black leather skirt that 
stopped at mid-thigh, showing off an expanse of nylon 
clad leg ending in 4" wedge high heels. Her lipstick was 
wine colored and she wore eye shadow, mascara, and 
eyeliner. She laughed at her husband and set down her 
cigarette, kissing him romantically.

"You don't like it when I look like this," she reminded 
him pertly. "That's why I stopped doing it, remember? 
You told me I looked like I was 'sexed up' and that I 
ought to be more conservative in public."

She put her hand on his stiff, 6" cock and rubbed it 
through his pants. "I...well, maybe I was wrong..." Mike 
stammered.

Lauren laughed again, turning away and picking up her 
cigarette. "Maybe you were. We'll see after my 'date', 
won't we? Who knows, maybe nothing will happen."

Mike gulped as he watched his wife put on the finishing 
touches. He'd seen the pictures of Robert too, and he 
knew that unless something went very wrong, there was no 
way his horny wife would be able to resist that massive 
cock.

Shortly thereafter, Lauren was on her way in a taxi. It 
was only a 15-minute drive barring unusual traffic, so 
before she knew it, they were pulling into the circular 
drop-off area of the Hotel Intercontinental. She tipped 
the driver generously, having enjoyed his subtle, 
lecherous glances at her through the rear-view mirror. 
Stepping out of the cab, she felt a tingle in her twat. 
Was she really going to go through with it - fuck 
another man after years of marriage? Men, she corrected 
herself. She had a feeling her date would not be alone.

Suddenly a hand touched her elbow. "Lauren?" a man's 
deep voice inquired cautiously.

She turned and found the smiling face of Robert looking 
down on her. He was tall, she noted instantly, guessing 
his height to be around 6'3". She took a moment to 
admire his firm physique and powerful shoulders before 
letting her eyes flicker down to assess the bulge in his 
crotch. She was not disappointed. Although he did not 
appear to be erect, Robert had more than enough cock to 
fill his slacks tightly nonetheless. Lauren felt a rush 
of anticipation and smiled at him.

"I have a table waiting inside for us," he said, taking 
her hand. Lauren noticed the distinct emphasis Robert 
had placed on the word "us" and felt the tingle in her 
pussy turn into a trickle of wetness.

Lauren allowed herself to be ushered in to a dimly lit 
lounge. Instrumental jazz was playing in the background 
and small oil lamps glowed on each table. Robert led her 
to semicircular booth in the back where three men were 
already sitting with drinks. Lauren gasped softly as she 
realized that two of Robert's friends were black.

A chuckle near her ear made her turn. "You said you 
wanted men who had the right kind of equipment - you 
didn't say they had to be white." Lauren blushed, but 
nodded nonetheless. As they reached the table, the men 
stood and introduced themselves as James, Marcus, and 
Alex. They motioned for her to sit and slid in around 
her, two to a side. Instantly a waitress appeared with a 
martini glass full of pink liquid.

"You drink cosmopolitans," Robert stated simply. Lauren 
looked at him in shock. "I checked with your husband 
after you left."

"You - you talked to Mike?" she stammered.

"Sure," he replied easily. I just wanted to be sure it 
was cool with him that you were going to be very late 
getting home tonight."

Lauren flared for a moment. "I don't care whether he 
said yes or no, I told him that I need a big dick in 
me!" Then, stunned by her own brazen words, she gulped 
down half of her drink and looked at the smiling men 
with a sheepish expression. "Sorry... Do you mind if I 
smoke? I'm a little wound up," she said as she pulled a 
pack of cigarettes from her purse.

"Hell no, baby," said James. "You go right ahead and get 
comfortable. Besides, it's kind of sexy."

Lauren lit a cigarette and drew hard on it, inhaling 
deeply. Her pussy was so wet that it felt like she had 
peed herself. Here she was in a smoky lounge, surrounded 
by men who were here for one reason only - to fuck her 
senseless. Her husband was waiting at home for her, 
knowing what she was about to do. She took another drag 
and exhaled slowly, surveying the men. 

Suddenly a feeling of confidence and power filled her. 
She was calling the shots, and tonight was about her 
pleasure. About her being properly filled by a thick 
cock. She finished her drink, and a nearly imperceptible 
signal from Robert had another before her almost 
instantly.

"So gentlemen," she purred. "Would it be safe to assume 
that you find me attractive?" She made smoldering eye 
contact with each of them, ending with James and blowing 
a stream of smoke towards his face. There was a general 
chorus of "Yes", "Absolutely", and "Hell yeah" that went 
around the table. She continued, "Would it also be safe 
to assume that you have obtained a room at this fine 
hotel?"

"You know we did, Lauren," answered Robert quietly. "I 
didn't know if this was going to be a get-to-know-you, 
or more, but the Boy Scout motto is to 'be prepared'. I 
think they also say something about helping others in 
need, and from the emails we had, I believe you may fit 
that description."

They continued a sexually charged banter for about a 
half an hour more, which was enough time for Lauren to 
finish a third drink and a few more cigarettes. Finally, 
she felt relaxed enough to press onward. At her request, 
the group stood and moved toward the lobby of the hotel.

*

"It's fucking huge," Lauren whispered, gazing at 
Marcus's thick black cock. It was easily a foot long and 
nearly as thick as her enormous dildo. "I didn't realize 
they made cocks this big."

"There aren't many," Marcus admitted. "When I was a kid, 
the doctor told me I was something like 1 in 15,000. But 
baby, this is New York City. That still means there are 
about 500 of us running around. Of course," he laughed, 
looking around at the other men as they stripped, "You 
got four of us here, so that's kind of like a monopoly 
on your part."

Lauren reached out to touch the thick member. It felt 
amazing in her hand: warm, smooth, and pumping with 
blood. Her pussy was so wet by now that her juices had 
soaked through it and were leaking down her legs. She 
could actually smell herself in the air. The ride in the 
elevator hadn't helped much in that regard. The men had 
taken turns groping and kissing her. She had simply 
closed her eyes and let it all happen, not caring which 
was which. She had rubbed some of their cocks through 
their pants and been suitably impressed, but that was 
nothing compared to seeing the live naked flesh.

Soon, all of the men were standing nude in front of her. 
They were all in terrific shape and none had a cock 
smaller than 11", so there was no shame or hiding away. 
These men were all entirely confident in their bodies 
and felt no awkwardness in being naked around each 
other.

Still stroking Marcus gently, she surveyed the other 
men. Robert's cock, she had seen from his photos. It was 
equally impressive in real-life - thick, long, and 
delicious looking. Alex, the other white man, had an 11" 
tool that looked like it was simply made for fucking. 
Where some of the other men had dicks that would 
outright scare away some women, Alex was just enough 
smaller that those same women would give him a shot, and 
then realize when he was halfway inside them that they 
had never imagined anything so big penetrating their 
pussies before.

Finally there was James. She couldn't take her eyes off 
of his prick once it slid into view. He was actually a 
touch bigger than the dildo. She would have guessed 14", 
but it could have been more. He was thicker than a beer 
can. He grinned at her stare. "I have to have my pants 
custom tailored," he admitted to her. 

"Jesus fucking Christ," she gasped. "You've actually put 
that in someone?"

"Sure," he said quietly. "Lots of times. I'll be putting 
it in you pretty soon."

Lauren pulled her panties off from underneath her skirt 
and tossed them aside. Then she unzipped her skirt and 
slid it from her shapely ass. Finally she simply 
unbuttoned her silk blouse to expose her bra to the men. 
Lying back on the bed, she spread her legs widely. I 
must look like such a slut, she thought to herself. But 
with the burning heat in her vagina, she didn't care. 
"Who's first?" she asked huskily.

Marcus, having already been stroked to full hardness, 
stepped forward and planted the mushroom-head of his 
phallus against her slick opening. "You ever fuck a 
black man?" he asked quietly. She shook her head no. 
"You have now," he grinned, pressing his girth into her. 
She moaned loudly as he penetrated her. His dick felt 
like a steel pole moving inexorably towards her cervix. 
Finally it was all inside of her and she whimpered with 
pleasure from the hyper-sensation. Voices murmured 
around her, but she had difficulty making out the words.

Marcus's lips moved above her face. Finally she 
understood him. "The boys want to know if you want us 
all on you at one time, or if you want to pull a train."

"All," she whispered. "Give it to me."

And they did. Lauren closed her eyes, the better to 
enjoy the incredible sensations that her body was 
experiencing. She felt the friction of a cock sliding 
inside of her, fucking her relentlessly, slamming her 
ass to the mattress. She took dicks in each of her 
hands, rubbing and stroking them, sliding her fingers 
across the meaty heads. One after another, the men 
alternated using her mouth. 

Some kissed her, slipping their tongues across hers. At 
other times, she felt the head of a cock slip between 
her lips and travel as deeply into her mouth as she 
could handle. The men were gentle with her, always 
sensing how much she could take, and never once did one 
of them go so deeply into her mouth that she gagged. But 
simply stretching her mouth around that thickness was 
challenging for her, and she loved it.

Hands and mouths descended on her breasts. She felt her 
nipples being pulled and sucked like little lollipops. 
Strong fingers squeezed her tits, pressing them together 
and working the flesh like a masseur. 

Most of all, she felt the welcome invasion of her cunt. 
Each man fucked her long and hard, and although their 
strokes and their motions varied, the feeling of 
overwhelming fullness never wavered. Except in those 
brief moments when one man slipped out and was rapidly 
replaced by another, she was constantly stretched in the 
most amazing way. In the way she had desperately wanted, 
and had sought with her huge dildo. But this was so much 
better, she knew now, having a real man thrusting away 
between her legs. She felt deep shocks and shudders 
wracking her body and dimly heard voices speaking around 
her, as if she was halfway in another dimension from 
their source.

"Damn, look at this chick go. She's losing her fucking 
mind."

"It's like she's having one big orgasm."

Lauren faintly realized that in fact, she was having one 
big orgasm, or so it seemed. The ecstasy had grown so 
intense that she was unable to distinguish the times 
when she came from the times when she was not coming. 

Her entire body was one giant nerve that led directly to 
her pussy, and it was being stimulated by a million 
volts of pleasure all at once. In fact, such was her 
condition that it was only when James lay across her and 
pressed his legend-making prick into her well-fucked 
hole that she had a new reaction. And that was simply a 
long, low groan. As he pushed his dick into her 
straining pussy, Lauren cried, "Oh my God...oh my God 
yes..."

Then her awareness was filled with nothing but the 
pleasure of this mammoth dick wedged inside of her, 
striking her deepest depths and piercing them, spreading 
her slit until the lips were blazing from the intrusion. 
She felt his thrusts accelerate and feebly tried to lift 
her hips to meet him. Her voice rose in rich screams of 
pleasure as he hammered her with his tool.

Suddenly it was over. The pressure in her vagina was 
gone, although she felt a gaping vacancy between her 
legs. Her skin was tingling and her muscles felt weak.

"Lauren, open your eyes."

She tried to respond, slowly, and after the command was 
repeated twice more, her eyes fluttered open and 
gradually focused on the face before her. It was Robert, 
fully dressed. The others had already gone. She smiled 
weakly, pressing her hand down onto her pussy. It came 
away sticky and covered with semen.

"Your husband said you were on the pill, and you didn't 
ask us to use condoms," Robert explained, noting her 
surprise. "But we're all thoroughly checked out." She 
nodded wearily, feeling the stream of come leaking 
slowly from her overfilled gash.

"You didn't do a DP on me," she pouted.

"Us - double penetrate you?" Robert laughed heartily. 
"Baby, you're an amazing fuck, and you can take a right-
big dick, but thinking like that is just going to get 
you injured. You ought to have your husband and one of 
his friends take care of you for that." She nodded, 
realizing he was probably right. 

Robert kissed her gently, tasting her sweet tongue. 
"We'll be happy to fuck you again any time you want. You 
know how to reach me." Then he was gone.

Lauren heard the hotel door click shut behind him and 
sighed softly. She supposed that she would have to get 
cleaned up and go home sometime soon, but she just 
wanted to lie there a bit longer. Then she felt a weight 
press into the bed next to her. It was Mike, and he was 
naked.

"How long have you-" she began.

He hushed her. "I just arrived. Robert called after they 
were finished, said you were out cold. He told me where 
to come meet you." He looked down at her widely gaping 
cunt with its river of come pouring out. "Well, was it 
what you needed?"

Lauren grinned hugely. "Yeah. I loved it. Are you okay?" 
she asked gently. After all, she really did love him.

Mike chuckled. "Sure. Actually, I fucked Andrea twice 
tonight, so I'm feeling pretty good."

At that, Lauren burst into laughter. "What a fucked up 
marriage we have," she pointed out. "But I think it 
could work." Mike nodded. "So, do you want to fuck your 
sloppy slut of a wife?" she inquired primly.

He pretended to think about it for a moment. "Well, I 
don't know if you'd really feel me right now. But," he 
went on, turning around so that his head was near the 
foot of the bed, "We could always use our mouths on each 
other."

He climbed over her and let his cock touch her mouth. 
She smelled Andrea's pussy on him and smiled, then 
opened her lips and took him deeply in. Meanwhile, his 
tongue descended on her messy, sweet cunt and he began 
to suck her as well. Their 69 lovemaking was long and 
gentle and they slowly built each other up to one final, 
peaceful orgasm of the night, each swallowing the 
other's juices. 

Then they kissed and slept, knowing that things would be 
fine between them and accepting the new lifestyle that 
had revitalized and perhaps salvaged their relationship.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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