*Warning* This story is illustrated with graphic pix and may not be for everyone – and you should probably not read it at work, on a crowded train, or while sitting next to your mother-in-law, pretending to look at sports news! It is also an experiment and probably a bit more hardcore than my usual. It MIGHT – depending on how it’s received – be part 1 of 2, but that’s a decision I’ll leave with the readers. Thanks for dropping in!

It was the perfect half-way point on our semi-annual journey from Colorado Springs to Madison, Wisconsin, so we always spent a night there traveling each direction, thus two nights on our July trip and then again in December. The Black Stallion Inn is not its real name, of course, just what we dubbed it after what began a couple years back. In reality, it’s a simple but well-maintained Motel 6 in rural Nebraska; truth in advertising laws being what they are, it should have at least been called Motel 12.

Although we only stayed there four nights per year, we’d become friends with the owner, a nice middle-aged black man named Alvin Roberts. Big, gregarious and guest-friendly, we’d complimented him on how nicely he’d kept up the property – it even had an indoor pool and hot tub, something most units in the chain do not, both kept spotless and open year-round. In chatting with him, a friendship had gradually developed, and on more recent trips he’d begun to flirt openly with Joanie.

They traded quips and jokes and challenges, and as time went by the flirting began to be laced with more and more sexual innuendo. Fortunately, they both had fun with it and I really didn’t mind; he was a nice guy and it didn’t seem to be going anywhere – not for lack of trying! She was used to playing along but deflecting, and enjoyed it, I think.

With her long blond hair and compact but voluptuous figure she’d always drawn attention from other men, but black guys, in particular, seemed to enjoy her small waist, notably large, firm, round ass, and full breasts – and when she wore a bra at all, which was rarely, her C-cups runneth over… entirely by design. I accused her of exploiting their Sir Mix-a-Lot syndrome, playing to the poor guys’ weakness for big butts, but she enjoyed getting hit on by studs even though she claimed to have never been with a black guy sexually.

On our December trip two years ago we’d gotten in late due to icy roads and blowing snow, both exhausted and stiff after many tension-filled hours in the car. We’d been anticipating a relaxing soak in the tub but knew the pool area closed at ten o’clock, which we’d missed. When Joanie expressed our regret to Alvin, who was manning the front desk, he just grinned and slid a key across the desk to her. It may have helped that she leaned over the desk, her scoop neckline displaying a lot of cleavage between her substantial and unrestrained breasts.

“It’s only closed to strangers and noisy kids, not to my sexy lady friends – even if you do drag your husband along. Let yourselves in and lock the door behind you, I’ll get the key back later.”

Joanie had told me previously that she thought he was sexy, not least his deep, baritone voice that so well matched his tall, thick build. With his friendly manner, huge, muscular frame, and warm smile, I could understand her attraction. His shameless flirting had only magnified the sexual tension between them, and, being who I am, I was okay with it.

We thanked him, but as we turned away to trudge wearily to the elevator, he stopped us. “My relief is due in thirty minutes, and I usually grab a soak before turning in; will it bother y’all if I join you?”

Before I could assure him that it wouldn’t – it’s his hotel, after all, and he lives on the premises – Joanie eagerly piped up, “Oh, please do! We’d love the company.” I couldn’t help but notice that her large, eager nipples had joined the party, likely due to the way his eyes had so eagerly devoured them earlier, but now they provided a special invitation of their own.

Blushing at her own boldness, she turned away and crossed to the elevator, but he motioned me closer as he softly said, “The room will be locked up, so feel free to go naked, the way hot tubs were meant to be used; that’s what I usually do.”

I was momentarily nonplussed, but recovered enough to stammer, “Oh, well… great. I’ll mention that to Joanie, I’m sure she’ll be very excited.” I have no idea why I said that – nonplussed, as I said – but he laughed, and it was my turn to blush.

“Y’all good with that?”

I heard the elevator door close as my wife, assuming Alvin and I must be talking sports or something, left without me. “Uh, yeah, I think so. I mean, Joanie’s a big admirer of naked men, so I suppose…”

He chuckled. “I hope she likes doing more than just looking.”

“Uh, yeah, I… I’m sure. I mean, you know…” The thought of a naked Joanie fondling – or fucking – a naked Alvin was not only getting me hard, it was also rendering me nearly inarticulate.

He laughed at my stammering. “Go on, you smooth talker; I’ll see you there in a little while.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I guess. As I said, Joanie will be very excited, so don’t be late.”

By the time I got to our room, mind churning, Joanie was already inside and my cock was rock-hard. She’d begun to unpack a few things, and I walked up behind where she bent over her suitcase and pressed my hard cock to her ass. “Alvin is hoping to fuck you.”

She pushed back against me. “Mmm… feels like you like that idea, but why do you say that?”

“He said we should go in naked – and that he hoped you’d like to do more than look. I guess you’ll get to find out if what they say about black guys is true.” Although she’d sown plenty of wild oats before we met, and a few more after, Alvin would be her first black guy if this came to pass.

“Stereotype much?”

I laughed. “I guess, but sometimes stereotypes have a grain of truth.”

“Oh, I can only hope! How do you feel about it?”

It wouldn’t be the first time; we used to swing with two other couples, and we’d had a reasonably well-hung male friend that occasionally joined us for threesomes awhile back, but nothing more recent. Pushing forty, we were trying to become more “respectable”, but I knew that Joanie was still a lady that appreciates a nice-sized cock. Or two.

I shrugged. “I’m not sure. At least one portion of my anatomy seems to like the idea, and I noticed that your nipples cast two enthusiastic ‘yes’ votes.”

She looked at my bulge and grinned. “Indeed. My pussy is dripping too. C’mon, let’s hurry.”

For the sake of propriety in traversing the hallways, rather than just wearing a towel I switched into a pair of navy blue knit athletic shorts, worn commando, and a t-shirt; Joanie did the same, except that hers was a short, kimono-style red beach wrap that she would normally wear over her bathing suit. As she was changing, I noticed her nipples remained as hard as my cock, and I took the opportunity to slip my hand between her legs and my fingers into her slick, wet heat.

“Hmm, just as I thought; cold, nasty, and unpleasant outside, but inside the climate is warm and welcoming – and extremely humid, just as you forecast.”

Laughing, she pushed my hand away. “Stop it – and you’re not funny!”

“You laughed.” I was very aware of her slippery juices on my fingers.

“I had my guard down as well as my panties – and yes, I know I’m horny. I told you that!”

With that pronouncement, she tied the belt on her short wrap, to which her jiggling breasts and hard nipples lent a whole new interest. Aware of it, she stroked her nipples with her fingers, guaranteeing their continued attendance during our short walk. I carried my towel strategically, my semi-erect cock forming a telltale lump in my shorts, and we made our way down the hall to the elevator, down three floors, and then to the pool area.

I let us in and locked the door behind us, then fumbled for the light switches, finally finding the one that lit only a few small floods at the back, where the spa was located. Although the room had a short bank of windows that faced the lobby and a small pane of reinforced glass on the door, the tub was in a small alcove at one side, near the room that contained the pool equipment, and was not visible from either. I’d never noticed that before, but now I appreciated the advantages it offered.

We quickly disrobed and entered the steaming tub, self-conscious about being naked in the large room we’d always thought of as a public area. Almost immediately, the hot water and powerful jets began to melt away both the stress of the icy drive and our inhibitions. Both aroused, we were soon touching and fondling, teasing and stroking, and before too long Joanie, needing relief, slid up onto the lip of the tub and spread her legs so that I could lick her pussy.

Her hard, pink clit thrust out boldly from beneath its fleshy hood like a tiny penis, the size of the last joint of my pinky finger. I know well how sensitive it is, and how she loves to have it stroked, licked and sucked, so while I lapped at her hot, swollen lips and thrust my tongue into her creamy opening, I concentrated most of my attention on her special little stiffie. Soon she was moaning and bucking her hips, grinding her pussy against my face, her fingers tangled in my hair as she held me in place.

She came hard, her thighs clamping closed over my ears as her orgasm hit her, and I barely had time to catch my breath (and check my hearing) after that one when the next crested even more violently, her pussy so wet and slick that I’m sure my face looked like a glazed donut. Again her thighs clamped shut on my head, her body shaking with the power of her climax.

I was loving it, my cock achingly erect from the taste and scent of her as well as the vicarious power of her orgasms, so I figured what the hell, strike two pitched – might as well go for the strikeout! My tongue and lips on her sensitive sex soon had her at a full count, her body tense and writhing, and I was winding up for the knockout pitch when she tapped on my head.

Surprised, I looked up at her. She met my eyes, then looked over me and nodded, indicating something behind me. I turned to look and discovered that Alvin had joined us and was now standing on the far edge of the sunken spa, a huge grin on his face.

In his deep bass voice, he said, “Looks like you two are recovering nicely from your snowy ordeal. I understand that’s a guaranteed stress-buster, right there.”

We both laughed self-consciously, a little embarrassed about being caught so utterly in flagrante delicto that we hadn’t even known he was there, but I couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were locked on my wife’s crotch. For her part, Joanie sat there unabashed, her legs far apart. Even when I moved aside, she made no effort to close them or to slide down into the water, and he drank in the view of her aroused sex, her smooth pussy wet and slick, puffy lips spread, clit jutting, the small opening of her vagina winking at him.

There are moments when her latent streak of exhibitionism comes to the fore, and when it does she becomes intensely aroused; hell, one time she intentionally tried on shoes sans panties, and while she succeeded in leaving the poor guy helping her a sweating, stammering, bulging-crotched mess, she was so damn horny herself that she could barely walk out of the store. Another five minutes and she’d have dragged him into the back by his balls and jumped his bones!

This time, given her already orgasmic starting point, I half expected her to come again just from the power of Alvin’s gaze on her sex. Instead, after what seemed like a very long time but was probably less than twenty seconds, he tore his eyes away, cleared his throat noisily and seemed to rouse himself from a trance.

“Ahem, well… No sense just standing here. If you’re still okay with it, I think I’ll join you.”

I shrugged and nodded, but Joanie smiled and replied, her voice husky with arousal, “Sure, we’re fine with it. We’ve been expecting you.”

He laughed. “But not waiting for me, I noticed. But that’s okay, Ben; I couldn’t have kept my mouth off that sweet little pussy either.” As he said it, Joanie leaned forward and cupped a handful of water, raising it to spill over her ample breasts and run down between her thighs, which remained widely spread. His eyes followed the glistening trickle, pausing again on her horny sex, and he shook his head and quickly stripped his shirt off.

He dropped it onto a nearby chaise lounge, and, with his back to us, began to unbutton and unzip his baggy cargo pants. When he lowered those, placing them with his shirt on the chaise, he was left in only very tight, very white, Lycra boxer briefs underwear, stretched taut over his broad, blocky, muscular ass. The sparkling whiteness of the nylon/Lycra blend contrasted sharply with his dark-chocolate flesh, and even over the noise of the spa jets and bubbles, I heard Joanie suck in her breath.

When he turned, I think I heard her moan; if not, I imagined it vividly, but either way, it would have been completely justified. The pouch on that tiny garment was doing yeoman’s work containing his massive bulge, the Lycra earning its reputation as a strong and resilient fiber although it was stretched so thin it was essentially transparent.

The whole rounded mass of his package bulged out from his groin several inches, and even compressed as it was by the tight undergarment it was easy to make out the impossibly long, thick, rounded ridge of his cock tucked down over a heavy scrotum stuffed with a pair of massive balls. Seriously, if the two round bulges on either side of his shaft were his balls – and logically they almost had to be – they were the largest testicles I’d ever seen outside of a barnyard.

It was, without question, the most impressive display of unabashed masculinity that I’d ever witnessed, and I could see that Joanie was awestruck, deeply aroused… and maybe a little frightened, her eyes wide and lips slightly parted, but her nipples rigid with arousal. I could certainly understand her feelings!

His massive package suited the rest of him perfectly, however; Alvin’s physique was not so much chiseled, or cut – no gym and steroid augmented six-pack or bulging pecs here – but he was heavily slabbed with workingman’s muscle, a thick, solid barrel of a man that looked like he could move mountains. He’d certainly moved my wife!

I know she was salivating to see what was in that heavily taxed pouch, but he just stood there for a moment, letting her eyes drink him in as he admired her breasts and pussy – and then, delaying her pleasure even longer, he asked, “Would either of you like something to drink? I can grab us something from my fridge before I get naked. I have beer, sodas, water, wine coolers… Gatorade, maybe, or Red Bull?”

I requested a beer and Joanie a wine cooler, and he padded off barefoot toward the far end of the pool, where a door led to his residential quarters. He had to pass in front of the windows, but from across the pool his underwear would likely resemble a Speedo; from any distance less than half a mile, however, it would still be obvious that he was hung like a horse.

As he moved away, Joanie looked at me; her eyes wide, she muttered, “Oh… my… God!”

I laughed. “Reasonably well-endowed, huh? That thing about black men…”

She interrupted me. “Reasonably? Bennie, there is nothing whatsoever reasonable about his cock! Good Lord, that thing looks huge! Gigantic!”

“So he meets your approval?”

She smiled. “Oh, he definitely meets my approval – my pussy is almost vibrating. He’s also going to meet my hands, and my boobs, and my mouth, but I’m not so sure that monster is going inside of me.” She paused, then became serious. “Ben, are you sure you’re all right with this? I mean, he’s fucking huge, and it’s not too late. Alvin would understand if you backed out.”

I looked at her, amazed at how aroused she seemed. “Isn’t it? Too late, I mean? You seem pretty eager…” An understatement if ever there was one. I grinned and went on, “No, really, I’m good with it, babe. I can see how excited and aroused you are, and that’s very contagious. We don’t get a chance at a cock like his every day.”

She put her hand on me and smiled, my rigid cock backing up my words. “I noticed you said ‘we don’t get a chance like this’; are you planning on partaking too? You’ve never really done more than dabble at that.”

I laughed. “Who knows? I’m pretty damn horny, but probably I’ll just watch, maybe play with you, get a blowjob – from you, not him – while you fuck.”

I continued, “I plan to get in on the action somehow, although mostly I want to see you enjoy him, so yeah, I’m good with it – and besides, this is over 500 miles from home, so it’s not like he’s going to be dropping in for a random afternoon fuck. We get through here four times per year, max, which is probably not enough to leave you walking bow-legged…”

She barked a surprised laugh. “Ha! That’s awful! So anyway, you’re sure we’re good.”

“I am. I’m curious if he’ll fit in you – also how hard you’ll come, and if you’ll even be able to tell I’m in you right after he has been.” I’m not small, and Joanie knows I don’t suffer from small dick insecurity, but compared to Alvin’s equipment virtually anyone would pale… so to speak.

“So, in the name of research…”

“Exactly. For science! Any and all orgasms are strictly incidental – and I hope you have lots of incidents.”

She smiled. “Thank you, me too – you’re such a good husband. Have I told you today that I love you?”

“I think so, yeah, but it wouldn’t hurt to hear it again.”

She wiggled her eyebrows. “I can do better than that – here, switch places with me.”

We swapped, and as soon as I was seated on the edge, she inhaled my erect cock. Her arousal showed in her eager, demanding blowjob, one hand squeezing my balls and two fingers deep in my ass, trying to milk me. Joanie does love the sensation of a hard cock spasming away between her lips as it fills her mouth with warm cream.

By the time Alvin returned my pot was boiling and the pressure building, close to meeting her desires, but I called her off, not eager to blow my load before the real fun started. I knew I could get it up again after fifteen minutes or so, but also that I would at some point be performance-limited, and we were just starting. I gasped and clenched when she slid her fingers out of my butt.

Alvin squatted alongside the spa to hand us our drinks and I gratefully accepted the icy cold beer, the condensation running down the bottle and dropping deliciously cold pinpricks on my steamy flesh. When he reached out with Joanie’s she bypassed it and reached between his bent legs instead, to cup and caress the straining, drooping pouch of his bikini.

With her hand splayed wide she didn’t begin to contain the mass of his bulging sex; with both hands, she might have, but instead, she began to trace the long, downward-curving bulge of his thick shaft with two fingers, soon switching to rubbing it with her whole hand.

Alvin groaned. “Unnhh, fuck that feels nice – here, take your damn drink and let me get out of these and you can continue.”

She laughed as she pushed upward on his suspended package, hefting his mass. “You seem so eager, Alvin; that’s good, because so am I!”

She accepted her wine cooler after reluctantly releasing the object of her desire and he rose to his feet and took a long pull on his beer. Setting it down at the edge of the tub he straightened and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and began to slowly peel it down. Joanie had her hand on my leg, and I felt her fingers tighten when the thick, heavy root of his dark cock came into view, his pubes trimmed to a small, closely shorn patch above and no more.

Shockingly, as he slowly lowered the tight undies it seemed to go on and on, and when seven or eight inches of thick, veiny cock were exposed and the head had not yet put in an appearance, Joanie giggled. “My god, Alvin, how big is that thing?”

He smiled. “I’ll let you be the judge of that, but I think you’ll find it satisfactory.” He continued his slow strip tease, and when the full length of his thick snake was finally exposed, Joanie gasped. I may have too because it was ridiculously proportioned in both length and girth. I don’t know that it hung halfway down his thigh, but it sure seemed to, and a quick glance from one to the other confirmed that it was at least as thick as Joanie’s forearm, and maybe as long – and he wasn’t even erect!

I don’t think eleven inches is exaggerating things very much, although I never put a tape measure to it, but at most it had only begun to fill and grow, a result, no doubt, of admiring my wife’s wet pussy and her eager fondling; still mostly flaccid, he clearly had a ways to go on the erection scale and was eager to get to it.

“Go ahead, girl, touch it, suck it, make friends; it won’t bite. You too, Ben, feel free to join in. I’m not gay, but it seems like some husbands like to partake with their wives, and I’m okay with it if you want to suck my cock.”

“Uhh, no, I’m good. I mean, you know, it’s a generous offer, but I’ll let Joanie enjoy while I watch and play along.”

He laughed. “Well, if you change your mind… there’s plenty to go around.” There’s no question that he knew he was prodigiously endowed, nor that he took pride in that fact; most normal guys would. Hell, if it was me, I’d have to join a naturist club or start frequenting nude beaches or something, just to show off!

I’d probably be tempted to walk around in public with it hanging out of my pants, but the arrests and subsequent listing on the sex offender registry might spoil the fun. Alas, it’s not a concern for we mere mortals.

As he took a seat on the edge of the spa, Joanie was quick to take him up on his offer, moving between his thick thighs and sliding her hand under the middle of his drooping cock. Several inches of his shaft on either side of her hand sagged as she lifted, and as she filled her other hand with one of his massive, low-hanging testicles, she giggled again. “My goodness, Alvin! How do you even walk around with all this swinging back and forth between your legs?”

He smiled. “It ain’t easy when it gets hard in awkward situations, but that’s partly why I keep it bagged in tight undies; I suppose I learned and adapted as it grew, figured out how to deal.”

“So you weren’t born this way?” she asked teasingly.

He laughed at that mental image. “Wouldn’t that have been a sight? My poor mama – ‘Congratulations, Mrs. Roberts, you’ve just given birth to a bouncing, five-pound penis, with a baby attached.’ She’d have passed out!”

That made me laugh. “Mmm, yeah, but your dad would have been strutting around, huh?”

He laughed again. “Fo’ sho’! I can hear him now – ‘Yessir, that’s my boy! A regular chip off the old cock.’”

Joanie, bored with the jokes and eager to get down to business, leaned forward and licked his cock from tip to base and back to the tip, and then stretched her lips over the broad, round, purple head and sucked on him. He groaned and leaned back, thrusting his hips forward, and we both stared at my wife as she began to make expert love to his massive cock.

I could tell that she was deeply aroused by her expression and the small moaning sounds she made, and I know that having a cock in her mouth never fails to get her wet and extremely horny, so I could just imagine how intense she found it to have her hands and mouth filled with Alvin’s impressive masculinity.

It was working for him too, and his already oversized cock continued to fill and swell, especially in girth. As for me, I don’t think mine could have gotten any bigger or harder than it already was, so I moved in behind Joanie and nestled my hard cock into the welcoming valley between her ass cheeks, pulling her hair back so that we could both watch her tend to him.

He hardened steadily, soon reaching what seemed truly mammoth proportions. There was no way Joanie could take any of him down her throat, he was simply too thick, so while her lips and tongue remained busy on the billiard-ball-sized head and first few inches of his shaft her hands busily stroked the remaining length of dark, saliva-slick flesh and fondled his dangling, overstuffed sack.

Intensely aroused herself by this massive and exotic specimen, her hips took on a will of their own and she began to grind her ass and steaming wet pussy on my rigid length. When I could take no more, I leaned back just enough to push my cock down to align with her pussy, and when next she ground down, I slid easily and fully into her over-lubricated sheath.

She gasped, cried out, and came almost instantly, something she’s never done before simply from me entering her, so I knew much of the credit went to Alvin and his amazing horse cock, something she clearly found incredibly arousing. The combination of that knowledge and Joanie eagerly pumping her tight pussy up and down on me, fucking herself frantically on my cock, almost did me in. I had to seize her hips and hold her still for a moment, my cock buried to the hilt in her wet heat as I waited for the sensation to ease enough to move.

As it was my cock pulsed once, and then again, and I was pretty sure I’d fired a round or two deep inside of her, but then it stopped, strictly by sheer force of will. I’d narrowly averted the whole pumping, spasming, groaning, ego-and-cock deflating embarrassment of a very premature release, however, so I was okay with a bit of spent ammo. Besides, it was deep in her pussy, and she could eventually use all the lube she could get for Alvin’s huge cock, so it truly hadn’t gone to waste.

Or so I thought, until Alvin pulled his massive cock from her lips, the thick shaft bulging and pulsing with fat veins and slick with my wife’s spit, and announced that it was, “Time to eat me some of that sweet pussy!”

Honor demanded that I forewarn him. “Uh, I may have spilled a bit inside of her, just so you know.”

He looked at me. “You come?”

“No… well, yeah, maybe a little. Not a full load though.”

He merely grinned. “Well, get your eager little dick out of her and let me at it! Fortunately, I’m a man that enjoys a little extra whipped cream on his sundae.”

As I slid out of her he checked out my cock, perhaps to make sure it was still hard and I wasn’t lying and had perhaps filled her up. I was still very hard, but the head of my cock and the ridge just behind it were covered with white cream.

As soon as I’d moved away he took my place, lapping at her pussy and ass from behind and quickly bringing her to a shuddering orgasm. At that point he reversed her so that she was sitting on the edge of the tub, then squatted and lifted her legs over his shoulders, burying his face in her crotch.

He went at it eagerly, and just as Joanie finished gasping, “Oh, I do love a man that’s not afraid of a creamy pussy!” she erupted into another intense orgasm. His face and tongue immersed in her wetness, he soon brought her to another, and then a fourth, and neither showed any signs of letting up.

From where I stood, behind where he crouched, I could see Joanie’s face, sweating and ecstatic with pleasure, her hands grasping his big bald head and holding him in place, diamond wedding ring shimmering in the spotlights, and her feet against his broad back, heels digging in and toes tightly curled as she humped her pussy against his lips and came.

I could also see that he was still massively erect, and if I moved just a bit I could see his heavy, low-hanging ballsack, warmed by the steam, just grazing the surface of the water as it swung back and forth, his big balls stretching the soft skin. I had a strange urge to reach out and cup them, one in each hand, to lift them, curious to see if they were as big and heavy as they appeared or if my imagination had run wild, but I refrained; I’m not sure why – he had said it was fine for me to take part – but something, maybe the weirdness of the sudden, unexpected urge held me back.

The opportunity passed, however, when Joanie, exhausted from so many orgasms that I’d lost track, begged him to stop. He did, moving over her instead so that she could lick the copious stream of glistening pre-cum from his cock. She eagerly complied, careful to not miss a drop; I watched closely as she laved every bit of his pole, even sticking the tip of her tongue into his broad slit.

When she’d finished, he politely lifted her and set her down in the water on the shallow bench, and then he sank down into the water beside her, opposite me, with a satisfied groan. Joanie turned to me and pulled my face to hers, covering my mouth with her cum-slick lips and pushing her tongue between my teeth. Surprised for a moment, I was soon eagerly sucking at her tongue, my arousal flaring at this unexpected kinky treat.

After some long, slippery kisses, the slightly raw, musky taste of their fun lingering in my mouth, we simply sat and relaxed for a while in the hot, swirling water. Alvin and I were still horny, of course, cocks rigid, but Joanie needed a break and there was certainly no rush! She soon had a cock in each hand, slowly stroking us beneath the surface, and I wondered how very different they must feel to her.

We made small talk, Alvin eventually politely asking if he’d need a condom and Joanie asking him if he had to buy his size at an equestrian supply store before assuring him it would not be required. He laughed at her joke, then stood and directed his cock to her lips once again. This time, right beside her, I had a front row seat, and I was astonished anew at the proportions of his sex.

Joanie would occasionally slide him from her mouth and turn and kiss me, her lips slick, hot, and swollen with arousal. Each time she did so she brought him closer and closer to my face, and soon she barely had to move to go from him to me, his cock almost touching our cheeks as we kissed. I know she was inviting me, in her subtle way, to join her in sucking his cock, but I continued to hold back, not ready.

I’m not sure why; I’d eventually shared our former male partner with her on a few occasions, but it had taken a long time and we’d known him for years. I wasn’t prepared to leap again, not so soon, although we both knew and liked Alvin… and yet, I sort of wanted to. I just couldn’t.

He gave us every opportunity, not rushing anything or making demands, but when it became apparent that I was not going to fully join them he moved on, helping Joanie up to sit and then lie back on the edge of the tub and positioning himself between her legs, his balls against her wet pussy and his huge cock lying heavily on her belly, reaching almost to the bottom of her breasts.

“Think you can take me that deep, sexy girl?”

She looked at it and giggled nervously. “God no! Can anyone? That thing is obscene, Alvin!”

He laughed. “Thank you – and to answer your question, not many. There have been a few ladies that took ‘most all of me, but they’re rare.”

I asked, “Did they survive?”

He laughed, then wiggled his eyebrows lasciviously. “They not only survived, they always come back for more of old Alvin – that’s your warning, by the way; I’m addictive. I should probably have a warning label tattooed on my ass.”

Joanie licked her lips. “I can believe that! Come on, put it in me… but be gentle!”

He backed off enough for the head of his cock to slide down between her legs and lodge against her pussy, then wrapped his big hand around himself and began to work it up and down in the creamy slick between her pussy lips, spreading them wide as he lubricated himself with the remains of my semen, her viscous fluids, and his own saliva and abundant leakage. Every time he crossed her opening with his cockhead he prodded her slightly more open, and every time he bumped her jutting clit he rubbed himself on it; naturally, Joanie came.

“Ohh, god, oh, fuck… oh, I’m coming! Oh, god, yes, yes, now! Fuck me, Alvin! Please, put that fucker in me…” Her cries were becoming louder, and her voice echoed in the high-ceilinged cavern of the pool area. I hoped that nobody was within earshot, but it was apparent that Joanie didn’t care at all – nor did Alvin, focused as he was on my wife’s pussy.

Heeding her cries, his cock still gripped in his massive fist, he aligned himself with her wet, eager opening and slowly pushed forward, parting her and slowly opening her to the big, swollen head of his massive cock. Joanie moaned as her pussy yielded to him, and as the entire head disappeared into her, she incongruously called out my name.

“Bennie, oh god, Bennie! Ohh, fuck !”

“I’m right here, babe. Are you okay?”

“God yes! It’s so big… Ohh, oh god. I… I’m gonna come, baby! Ohh, I’m coming…”

“Go ahead and come, that is sort of the point of this, you know.”

“Ohh, fuck, Bennie… god, it’s so fucking big!” Her voice dissolved into unintelligible grunts and cries of pleasure, and she bucked her hips upward as she climaxed, trying to get more of his thick, hard length inside of her.

He had been slowly thrusting forward too, taking short strokes and getting just a little more of his cock into her on each forward thrust. While there were still several inches of his dark, gleaming shaft visible, I figured he must have at least half a foot inside of her – with his thickness, an enormous amount of cock.

She was lubricating madly, leaving a creamy ring around his shaft that acted as a depth gauge, showing maximum penetration to that point. Each time he drove deeper, the creamy ring moved up his dark shaft. Glancing down at my own straining cock, I knew that he had at least that length inside of her and considerably more girth, and he was slowly going deeper still.

As another inch of thick shaft slid into her, she cried out again. “Ohh god, Bennie!”

“Babe, you sure you’re okay?”

Alvin rumbled, “You need me to stop for a bit?”

“God no, don’t stop! Fuck, I’m gonna come again…”

“You sure you’re okay, hon’? It doesn’t hurt…?”

“Nooo, ohh, fuck! I mean yeah, it hurt, but it hurt good, and… oh my god… now it just feels amazing, god, so huge! I came so hard, sweetie. I came so good!”

“I know you did, I was right here.”

“Ooohhh, Bennie!” she gasped, “Ohh, fuck, I’m gonna come again… can I come again, baby?”

I laughed. “Of course you can! I don’t think anything on earth could stop you at this point.”

“God, I need to come! I can’t… Oh, fuck! Hold me, baby, hold me while I come…”

I quickly slid in behind her, my cock against her ass as he fucked her, and wrapped my arms around her so that I could squeeze her ample breasts and pinch her hard nipples. “Come for me, babe.”

“Ohh, Bennie, yesss… Oh god, coming again. I’m cummming! Ohhh, fuck me, fuck meee!”

Alvin was most certainly obeying that last command! Looking down over her shoulder and between her breasts I could see that the creamy depth gauge marker was now easily eight or nine inches up his black shaft, leaving only a few very thick inches at the root of his cock that hadn’t experienced Joanie’s tight grip.

He was by then expertly stroking in and out of her with the rest of that entire cream-slick length, however, impossibly long strokes, withdrawing until the ridge at the rear of his swollen glans appeared before again plunging deep. The sensation of that huge cock sliding in and out of her and his heavy balls swinging forward to slap against her ass on each thrust soon pushed her to yet another powerful orgasm.

She went rigid in my arms, her ass crammed back against my cock and her entire body shuddering, locked in the throes of pure passion, the only sound she could make a keening wail of pleasure. He continued to piston in and out of her as she rocked through her orgasm, but as she went limp afterward, gasping and moaning, he slowly pulled his cock out of her.

He stood, his hard, fat cock slick with our juices – mostly my wife’s – and looked down at her sweat-soaked body and gaping pussy. “Let’s take a little break, get something to drink. Fuck, woman, you’re about to kill me!”

Joanie, gasping for air, managed to laugh. “I’m about to kill you? God, I thought I was headed for death by orgasm… not the worst way to go, actually.”

He passed her the remains of her wine cooler as he slugged down most of his beer, then smiled. “Goddamn, but I love a woman that’s profoundly multi-orgasmic! You’re a lucky man, Ben.”

“Indeed, I am, although I’m not sure she’s ever come quite like that before. Speaking of profound…”

Joanie interrupted me. “It was really good, honey. Thank you for letting me unleash my inner slut occasionally.”

“My pleasure, my love.”

Alvin said, “And mine; your inner slut is quite a woman!”

Joanie giggled. “And most of all, mine! You have an incredible cock, Alvin.”

He looked at my cock for a moment, which was still rigidly upright and reaching for my navel, and then, to my immense shock, reached out and grabbed it, wrapping his hand, wet and cold from his beer bottle, around me.

As he gave me a few tugs, he said, “Man, that’s one hard fucking dick! Why don’t you stick that in your wife for a few minutes while I catch my breath? Now, she may be a little loose on you, but she’s plenty wet.”

I looked down at his hand on my cock, then at him, still speechless, then looked at Joanie, who nodded eagerly. “Please, Bennie?”

I looked at each of them again. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah, she’s your wife, dude.”

“Good point. Fair warning, I may not last a few minutes.” He was still holding onto my cock, gently stroking me; if I didn’t move soon, I was going to come in his hand, which would be even more embarrassing than coming the moment I entered Joanie. I pulled away, and he laughed.

“No worries, I enjoy a creamy pussy as much as the next guy. Maybe with you lubing up that pussy with your white boy cream, I can get my whole cock in next time!”

Joanie gasped. “Alvin, no; my god, you were bottoming out in me on every thrust. I think you may have been poking my spleen! I can’t take all of you.”

He laughed at her vivid description. “Just kidding, sweetcakes, I know when to quit. It felt good though, right? I didn’t hurt you?”

She shook her head. “No… well, not once I relaxed and started to trust you; I was nervous at first. It’s a little intimidating, to be honest, but god, can you make a girl sing with that big thing!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

She smiled. “Alvin, I loved it! I came, just… wow! Why did we waste all those earlier trips when we should have been fucking?”

He grinned again. “We had to get to know each other. There’s a right time and a right place for that kinda shit. Now fuck your wife, Ben!”

I liked the idea of getting inside of Joanie’s just-fucked pussy, so while they talked, I’d pulled one of the long cushions from a poolside chaise lounge and laid it on the tile deck, then helped Joanie to her feet and got her to lie down on the cushion. Alvin watched us as I positioned myself between her legs, intending to get her legs up and over my shoulders so that I could enter her as deeply as possible.

As I rolled her back onto her shoulders, however, and she came ass-up where I could get a good look at her used, abused, and still-horny pussy, I bent and licked it. When she gasped and spasmed, I licked it again, and when she moaned, I began to eat her pussy in earnest. She tasted of Joanie, and of cum, and of sex and sweat and horny pussy, and as I pushed my tongue between her bruised lips and into her and then lapped quickly over her hard clit, she started to come.

Amazed that she still had one in her that I could draw out so quickly, I gave it my best and soon had her bucking against my face and crying out anew. When her cries suddenly became muffled, I glanced up to see that Alvin had kneeled over her, lowering himself enough that his big balls rested on her upper face while he fed the head of his hard cock into her eager mouth.

That about did it for me; I quickly pulled her legs over my shoulders and plunged my aching cock deep into her loose pussy. She was stretched and wet and there was little friction at all, not her usual tight, form-fitting sheath, but it didn’t matter; in about three strokes I started to come, my arousal at a fever pitch for the last hour finally my undoing.

I pumped and spasmed and groaned my way through my release, filling her with what felt like an enormous amount of cum. It felt like it would never end, and I could feel my semen being forced out around my plunging cock. Somehow, staring at an extreme close-up of her trying to devour Alvin’s massive meat inches from my face as I came seemed to make it even more intense.

As I came, it seemed to trigger a domino effect; Joanie came from the sensation of me pumping away so deep inside of her, and next Alvin groaned that he was coming too and told me to get out of the way. I wasn’t anywhere near ready to leave the creamy embrace of my wife’s pussy so soon, but I reluctantly pulled out in a gush of cum, my cock still dripping, just as his cock jerked and he fired his first enormous spurt into her mouth.

She moaned and may have come again at the sensation of him pumping into her mouth, and my cock continued to spasm and drip in sympathy, my own orgasm still in its waning moments.

Trying to move quickly from her mouth to her pussy, his second blast caught her in the face, mostly coating her lips and chin before running down her cheeks and onto her throat. He was squeezing his cock, trying to hold back, but a third spurt escaped, painting a stripe across her breasts and tummy and onto her mound, and then, with an agility surprising for a man his size he was between her legs and trying to get settled, struggling to get aligned to enter her.

Astonishing myself perhaps more than anyone, I reached out and seized his cock; marveling at its girth and weight, I eagerly guided that monster into my wife. He groaned at my touch and I felt the fourth big spurt of semen surge through his cock and enter her. Perhaps one of the most exciting and sensual things I’ve ever felt, I continued to hold the portion of his thick shaft that wouldn’t fit into her, and I tried to fondle his big balls with my other hand, wanting to feel them draw up and pump as he came, to share their mutual orgasm.

Only partially effective – one of his testicles essentially filled my hand – I could still feel the taut cords and the spasms of the muscles that were filling my wife with his cream, and his veiny shaft throbbed again and again in my other hand. I counted eleven more powerful spasms after the original three wayward ones and the powerful fourth one, which he had fired as he entered her – fifteen total, although I had no way of knowing how productive they were volume-wise. And no clue why I’d counted!

As the spasms slowly grew less powerful and then stopped, he continued to thrust his still-hard cock deeply into her, allowing her to complete a massive orgasm I’d helped her achieve by giving her his spurting organ. As he did, it began to force trickles of pearly white out of her around the base of his cock, and I gathered them with my fingers and painted the exposed portion of his black shaft and his entire massive ballsack with our combined cum as he groaned in pleasure.

When he let her legs down and then slowly slid his impossible length out of her, a gush of cum escaped her stretched pussy. I had a powerful urge to lean in and lick it all away, but instead, I merely caught it with my fingers and spread it over her lips, clit, and mound, and then held my fingers to her mouth to lick clean, which she eagerly did.

Alvin had flopped onto his back alongside her, trying to catch his breath, his massive forearm over his eyes. Joanie’s eyes locked on my face, and I read the question in them; were we okay with what we’d done? I bent and kissed my wife in affirmation, ignoring the streaks of fresh, glistening cum across her lips and chin. Our lips slid together in a slick of cum and saliva, and then her tongue, tasting of musky, salty semen, was in my mouth, and I sucked it clean as eagerly as she’d done to my fingers.

Any and all inhibitions we may have had were down at that moment, and I wanted to experience it all; as such, I didn’t find the taste of his cum at all disagreeable, although previously I’d never tasted any but my own when I’d occasionally clean up Joanie after a vigorous fuck. I didn’t want the evening to be over.

I looked at both of them, who looked more exhausted than I felt, and said, “Should we take this party to your place, Alvin?”

Without moving, he groaned, “Can’t. The front office and registration desk open right to my quarters. My assistant would hear every word and every moan.”

“Oh. How about our room?”

“That we can do. I put you in an end room, top floor across from the stairs, and left the room next to you on the other side vacant. I wasn’t necessarily planning this, but I was hoping…”

Joanie laughed. ”You sly dog! Let’s go, I can’t wait to do this on an actual bed! I’m going to ride that big cock until you beg for mercy, and Bennie, you can lick my pussy while he fucks me. We may have to book another night, just to rest up for the drive.”

Alvin slid into his baggy cargo pants commando-style, shoving his white underwear in a pocket, before announcing that he was going to his apartment to fetch some additional beverages and would join us at our room. Joanie and I got into our limited clothing and headed to the elevator, careful to lock the pool area behind us.

Waiting for the slow elevator, Joanie gripped my arm. “Fuck, honey, I came so much my legs are shaking! I feel like I’m about to fall down.”

Her mentioning her legs made me glance down as I said, “You seemed to really enjoy yourself,” and then laughed. “Babe, you’ve got a trail of cum running down your leg. He must have really filled you up.”

As I watched, the lead wave of the pearly white trickle slid down her inner thigh and reached the inside of her knee, then redirected to run down the back of her calf.

She moaned. “God, that feels so nasty… sensual, but nasty. I love it.” She gave my cock a quick squeeze. “You gonna lick it all up for me?”

“Probably not… maybe. We’ll see.”

 

 

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