My wife Frances and her former well hung lover re- - Sex Stories

My wife Frances and her former well hung lover re-

... there was a knock at the door. I found Robert at the door. He was about 3 minutes early. He and I went into the bedroom. He was somewhat overwhelmed by the lights and music and the round bed. He just kind of stood there and looked around in awe. Fran exited the bathroom and was a little surprised that Bobby was there already but she walked over to him and they kissed. You could tell he was a somewhat shy with me being there and he looked around for me but I had already sat down in the chair, by the windows. The bed lights, as they were called, really prevented anyone from seeing anything out side of the bed area. He must have thought that I had left the room because he became much more passionate with Fran. His hands were all over her and in seconds he had removed her peignoir. He was massaging and kissing her breasts as he told her that they were much bigger than he remembered. She was unbuttoning his shirt as he quickly undid his belt and pants and let them fall to the floor. They were standing naked, pressed together, while kissing and rubbing each other at the side of the bed. I still hadn’t seen his reputedly prolific phallus yet. Fran and Bobby fell into bed still in an embrace. Fran rolled over onto her back and Bobby knelt between her legs. He was kissing her thighs when he spread his legs a little. Whoa!! From behind I could see a large nut sack that had to hang down good 5 or so inches. It looked like he had two extra large eggs in there. This guys set of balls ...

... looked like it should have been attached to a pony. As he crawled slowly up towards Fran I got glimpses of what appeared to be a very, very large and thick cock swaying back and forth in front of that nut sack. He licked and tongued Fran’s pussy for a few minutes when I heard Fran say something and they switched positions. Fran got on top of him in a 69 position. I was fixated to his groin region. This guy was a mutant. Here was this short puke and he appeared to have a third leg attached to him. Fran grabbed his cock and started stroking it. She used two hands to circle the thing. She licked and stuffed what she could into her mouth and let a lot of saliva fall down the shaft. She held his cock in her hands and looked in the direction of where I was sitting and kind of lustily smiled at me while she raised on eyebrow as if saying, “Now you know why I fucked him so many times!” As he got harder I noticed a very pronounced curve to his cock. I also agreed with Fran. This guy’s cock was a dead ringer for John Holmes’. I started wondering,” How the hell does my wife keep attracting large cocks?” I laughed to myself, thinking that there was no way that Fran wouldn’t think “I” was the one who was different, that I just had a small cock. All we ever saw was big thick cocks. I was broken out of my thoughts by Fran who had shifted positions and was now straddling Bobby’s midsection. She raised her self well up and off of him, placed the tip of his cock at her entrance (God it looked like ...