Dianna’s Awakening Ch. 1 free porn video

Paul and I have been married for thirty years, and the routine of our life was set in stone long ago. On Sunday afternoon he would spend time in the family room reading the newspaper, or watch whatever pro sports were on at the time, occasionally I would join him but lately, I found that boring so I started researching the internet for something I’ve been thinking about for a long time.
We had raised four c***dren; the youngest having left the nest six months ago. When our second moved out I converted her bedroom into a sewing room and office where I set up my computer.
Today was the day that I hoped I would finally get up enough nerve to talk with Paul and address my boredom with our routine and to be completely honest with him.
I walked into the family room and sat down next to him, in my mind I’d gone over what I wanted to say a thousand times but I couldn’t find the words to start this afternoon. After fidgeting in my seat for several minutes I turned sideways on the couch and pulled one leg up bending it at my knee.
“I’m bored Paul,” I finally said.
He looked sideways at me and replied, “Do you want to do something this afternoon?”
I placed my hand on his arm before continuing, “I’m not talking about right now Paul,” I answered.
His expression told me that he didn’t understand so I continued.
“I’m bored with my life; to be more specific I’m bored with our sex life,” I said.
Our sex life began thirty-two years ago when we started dating in high school; back then we fucked like rabbits; every chance we got we had sex. As the k**s arrived it became more scheduled and I could always count on the days after my period ended as days when we would fuck.
I’ve always been somewhat self-conscious about my body; my tits are average in size and no matter how hard I tried I always had difficulty losing the weight I’d gained during the four pregnancies. I would not allow him to see me completely naked, but once the lights were off I always turned into a sexual minx. Paul often told me that my oral skills were amazing and I loved getting him off with my mouth even though I never allowed him to return the favor.
Paul folded the newspaper and turned toward me, “When did this all start?” He asked.
I was scared to answer, and avoided eye contact with my husband, “I guess it started the first time we fucked.” I finally said.
He looked like I’d just hit him with a baseball bat. I’d just admitted to my husband of thirty years that I’ve been bored with our sex life from the very start.
Paul was speechless; having a bombshell like that dropped on him would stun any man. But for my sake, I had to say it.
“Paul, I love you with all my heart and always will…” I started but he interrupted me, “Are you leaving me Dianna?” he asked.
“Oh my god no,” I instantly replied.
“Okay.” He answered.
“It just that I want to feel satisfied,” I began to explained
I suppose my use of the word satisfied provided some clarity as to where I was going with this. Paul is not well endowed; in fact, when his cock is totally erect it measures a measly three inches. It does get very hard and when aroused pulses and throbs intensely. When he ejaculates his balls provide copious amounts of thick rich cum and to be quite honest what he lacks in penial size he makes up for with digital dexterity; almost always fingering me to orgasm after I’d swallowed his load.
“So what we’re really talking about is the size of my cock,” he bluntly said.
I felt tears well up in my eyes and stared down at my bent leg, “Yes I suppose it is,” I finally admitted.
The initial shock of my admission caused Paul to angrily reply, “I suppose you have a plan to satisfy your craving for a bigger cock?”
I let his rude comment pass and replied, “Actually I’ve been looking at several swinger web sites.”
I could tell he was trying not to laugh knowing I was serious, then asked, “Don’t swingers go in for orgies? I’m sorry Dianna but I don’t see you getting naked in front of a group of strangers then fucking anyone that wants to bury his hard cock inside your cunt.”
I looked up at his eyes and said, “Could you please not use that word, I find it so demeaning?”
His anger welled up inside and he instantly shot back, “Fuck you, I’ll use any word I want you cunt.” I could tell he instantly regretted saying that to me.
I wanted to get through this as quickly as possible so I could get away from him so I tried to explain how the life style works. “I’ve gone into some of the chat rooms as a quest and found out that while a lot of people in the life style are into group sex, many are just looking for someone who can make them happy,” I explained.
His anger was still evident as he said, “So guys go on these sites to find lonely women to fuck.”
I looked up at him before saying, “You make it sound so dirty.”
“Well hello; you’re telling me that you want to sign up on one of these web sites to find a guy that you can fuck on the side,” he shot back.
“Don’t you want me to be happy?” I asked.
“Of course I do,” He answered
“I think this will do that,” I replied.
If there is one thing Paul could always count on it was that once I get an idea in my head there is no changing my mind about it.
“Let me guess; you want my permission to do this?” He asked.
For the first time since I sat down next to him I smiled, “Yes I’d like your permission,” I acknowledged.
He sat back thinking for a moment; pondering his reply.
He turned toward me took my hand in his, “I want you to be happy Dianna and if you’re convinced this will make you happy I’ll give my permission with one condition. I want you to be very discrete and more importantly very careful. There are a lot of sick people in the world.” Paul said.
He was stunned when I thanked him for granting permission to allow me to seek out another man, a lover, someone who could satisfy my cravings.
“So when are you planning on getting started?” He asked.
My voice took on an excited tone as I replied, “I’ve already picked the site I want to join, and have a rough draft of what I want to say in my profile. The only thing I haven’t decided on is a profile photo.”
“Dianna, posting your photo on a swingers web site isn’t what I’d call discreet.” He commented.
I was hoping that Paul would take some sexy pictures for me to use, but I didn’t admit that “Pictures aren’t required and you do have the option of emailing photos to anyone you meet.” I said.
“I’d stick to just a head shot for email, and not post any with your profile,” Paul suggested.
He had a forlorn look on his face; after all, he’d just given me his blessing to seek out satisfaction outside our home. “You know Paul I was thinking the other night that this could also spice up our sex life some,” I said.
“Oh, really how so?” He asked.
I smiled and replied, “I’ll be coming home completely satisfied and horny as hell to suck your cock.”
“Perhaps,” Paul replied even though I’d just suggested that he be playing second fiddle to some guy who had just fucked me silly. His jealous nature clearly came into play there.
“I’m going to go sign up Paul, I’d like if you could read my profile before I post it,” I asked.
“Why not,” He replied. I realized it was a little strange that he had given me permission to find other men to satisfy me, and now I was asking him to approve the words I’d use to seduce them into wanting me.
I excused myself and headed to my computer to put into motion my plan for satisfaction and happiness. Paul remained in the family room I assumed contemplating where our marriage was headed.
It took less than an hour to fill in all the information including giving my credit card info to not only prove my age but to pay the nine-ninety-five monthly subscription fee for six months. I could have saved two dollars a month had I signed up for a year but I wanted my options open if this site didn’t pan out like I hoped it would. Once I clicked on the check box that I agreed to the terms and conditions I became Swinger’s Unlimited newest member. My member name is Lady Di.
The one remaining thing I had to do was fill in my profile. I grabbed the sheet where I’d typed a rough draft and headed downstairs.
Paul was still sitting where I’d left him, looking somewhat forlorn and very worried.
“So is it done?” He asked.
“Yes, I’m a new member of Swinger’s Unlimited,” I replied.
As I walked toward him I said, “Take a look at this.” I sat down next to Paul and handed him the page.
At the top, I had typed my member name.
“Lady Di.” Below there were three headings in bold type. They were Looking for: Description: and finally Fantasies.
Paul held the page in front and read it aloud.
Looking for: Well hung men to share intimate times with.
Description: Fifties something female with average looks, build and a very talented mouth.
Fantasies: Being with more than one man, feeling a hard cock embedded in my throat, having pictures taken as I pleasure you with my mouth, and being satisfied with all my holes filled completely.
He placed the draft copy on his lap and said, “That will certainly would ward off any suitors with equipment equal to mine.”
Paul remarked that my description of myself left a lot to the imagination but he thought the part about my talented mouth said it all.
“So you have fantasies about being gang banged?” He asked.
I just smiled.
“And you want to be photographed while sucking a big cock?” He asked.
“Yes I do,” I answered then added, “I’d like to be photographed sucking several big hard cocks at the same time.
Paul seemed a little miffed since the only sexy pictures I’d ever allowed him to take was while we were dating and I was modeling lingerie for him.
He handed the page back to me and looked directly into my eyes. With a somewhat sarcastic tone in his voice, he said, “You could have just said only big cocks need to apply.”
“So would you change anything Paul?” I asked wanting to get away from him as soon as possible.
“Nope, you’ve covered everything,” He answered then added, “However I want you to promise to share every photo taken of you sucking a big cock. Oh yeah if you get any of a hard cock embedded in your cunt or ass I wanna see those to, I might finally get a good look at your cunt.”
I just smiled but his comment about getting to see my pussy kinda upset me a little.
I dashed off to my computer adding my profile to complete the process.
Now that I was a member I could search for men to possibly contact. The site has an amazing set of parameters I could use to refine my search. The first was sex, I clicked on male, next was age, I set my age at 40 to 65, I only was interested in members with photos so that box got clicked the final parameter was the distance which I set at 25 miles. I clicked on search and almost instantly a page opened showing the men who fit. The members were sorted by distance and I was amazed that the top profile showed a distance of zero which to me meant there was a possible match within walking distance, how convenient I thought but the idea of having an extramarital affair with a man that close could pose significant problems if he also was married and didn’t have his wife’s permission.
I got totally engrossed in viewing other member’s full profiles that I completely forgot about Paul and having dinner.
From behind, I hear Paul said, “What cha doing?”
I spun in my chair and said, “I’m just looking at some profiles.”
“Get any inquiries yet?” He asked.
“No it can take twelve hours or so for your profile to go live; it has to be reviewed by the site administrators first,” I explained.
“I’m gonna hit the sack,” Paul said.
“Okay, good night Paul,” I replied.
I remained at my computer for a couple hours; reading profiles, looking at photos of male members in the area, and fantasizing about being intimate with someone other than my husband. Photos on this particular web site are categorized into three groups, public, private and locked. Until my membership was reviewed and approved by the site I could only look at the public photos; most of which were head shots or pictures from the waist up. I couldn’t wait to be able to view the private photos that paying members are given access to.
I got up about 8:30 the next morning and after making a pot of coffee, and starting a load of laundry I sat down at my computer and signed on to the site. My member page was still pending so other than doing what I had done last night I had to wait for my profile to go live. I figured I’d check again after lunch.
Since I had missed dinner last night I decided to make Paul’s favorite comfort food; hearty beef stew. It didn’t take long to prepare the ingredients and add them to the crock pot. I switched the laundry to the dryer and started the second load in the washer, then poured another cup of coffee. It was almost 11:00 when I finished my coffee. Geez time sure is moving slow today I thought to myself; I suppose that happens when you’re waiting to look at what you’re sure will excite you.
You can set your watch according to Paul’s schedule he always arrives home at 4:45 P.M. and today he was greeted by the savory aroma of a simmering pot of stew. He found me exactly where I was at bed time the night before; seated in front of my computer.
“You’re going to get eye strain,” he said as he invaded my private space.
I spun the chair blocking his view of the screen with my body. “I’ve only been here for a few minutes, I spent the afternoon making beef stew for dinner,” I replied.
“And it smells delicious,” he remarked bringing a smile to my lips.
“We can eat anytime; I turned the heat down a little while ago,” I said.
“So what cha looking at,” Paul asked side stepping a little so he could see the screen.
I turned my chair half way toward the desk, “I was reading the inquiries I received this afternoon.” I said.
“So you got some, well good for you Hun,” Paul answered.
“I actually got three, judging from the time stamp on the first I think my profile went live about noontime,” I said.
He moved a little closer to the desk to get an idea of what the screens looked like, “You got three in the first couple hours, wow, how did they find you so fast?” he asked.
I explained, “The site has several search features, you can search by age or location, or if you use the advanced search you can find exact words in someone’s profile.”
“I get it,” he answered.
I wanted to be up front with him so I said, “Would you like to sit down and take a look at all three?”
He grabbed the chair from my sewing table and moved it next to me, “It might be fun to read what words your suitors wrote to try and lure you into their sexual lair.”
The inquiry inbox looked much like an email inbox; with the exception that on the left side there was a small instant messenger icon. I clicked on the first one and it opened. It was from a member who called himself “The BIG 1” an obvious reference to the size of his cock. The subject line was blank.
Paul said, “I suppose the site could prefill that with would you like to fuck?”
In the body, this guy typed, “Is this big enough?”
“How can you tell if it’s big enough,” Paul asked.
I moved the mouse pointer over the icon near the bottom of the message. The word BIG 1.jpg appeared.
I had already viewed The Big 1’s picture so as I clicked on it I glanced at Paul to see his reaction. His mouth dropped open when the photo appeared.
Big 1’s cock was just that, the kind of cock I’ve fantasized about for years, it had to be at least ten inches; the shaft covered with bulging veins and his circumcised head featured a wide flaring corona. The photo was taken close up so it provided no clue as to the shape and size of his scrotum or balls.
“Wow, that sure is a big one,” Paul commented.
I wondered what was going through Paul’s brain at that moment; was he thinking about that big cock filling my pussy or being stuffed in my throat. I felt a little bad wondering if he wished his cock was that size.
I had already created an “SU” folder on my desk top to store the pictures of men who contact me and after right clicking on Big 1’s cock, I chose to save as then created a sub folder titled “The Big 1” and saved his cock picture there.
“You’re saving the pictures?” he asked.
“Yes, so I can look at them without opening the messages,” I replied.
I didn’t tell him that I hoped there would be dozens of sub folders in my master SU file.
Paul seemed interested in the photos, “Is this where you will store the photos you promised to share with me?” He asked.
“Absolutely,” I replied.
I closed The Big 1’s message and clicked on the next. This one was from “Making U Happy” In the subject line he’d written, “Let’s explore making each other happy. This guy clearly had more to offer; in the body he typed. “Lady Di: I read your profile completely and believe we should explore the possibility of meeting. I’m a forty-nine-year-old divorced male who has been in the life style for almost three years. I enjoy spending quality time with like-minded ladies for the purpose of heightening our mutual sexual awareness. I occasionally accompany ladies to life style clubs where guests can use private rooms to pursue their fantasies. Since we have not met yet, and I certainly hope we will, I’d suggest a public place for the first time; maybe a local coffee shop or a small tavern. I have attached several photos for you and I’d hope that if you do reply you’ll include one or two of yourself. I look forward to a reply and hope that we can make each other happy. J
There were three photos attached to his message; I clicked on the first which opened. It was a head shot; his dark tanned face was covered with a stubbly beard and his smile was a brilliant white, what caught my eye most was his crystal clear blue eyes. “I like this one,” I said.
“Be careful Hun, he’s a slick talker,” Paul commented.
After saving the first photo to a folder named Make U Happy I clicked on the second photo. It was a picture of his limp cock; about five inches in length and fairly thin in girth. “Interesting,” I said as I studied the photo.
We both knew what the third photo would show but when I opened it I gasped. As expected it was a picture of his erect cock; clearly taken by someone else from the side, it not only showed his cock but also his body from the waist down to just below his scrotum. The distinct tan lines proved that J wears a speedo when tanning. His cock had doubled in size; rock hard and standing proudly above his ball sack. It had a; for lack of a better word, a graceful curve which caused the sheathed head to barely touch his belly. Beneath the flesh of his uncircumcised cock, the outline of his corona was clearly visible.
I giggled as I studied his cock then commented, “I can imagine that sliding inside my throat when I sixty-nine him.”
If Paul wasn’t sitting next to me I would already be typing my reply to J. His slick message; handsome looks and beautiful curving cock had peaked my interest. I could only save the picture to his folder for now but knew he would be getting a reply later tonight.
Paul sat back in his chair then said something very odd, “I wouldn’t mind watching you fuck him.”
“Really!” I exclaimed.
The third message was from a member called “Chocolate Thunder” I think we both knew what that meant. As I opened the message I thought about having an affair with a black man. I had fantasized about it but always thought that would be taboo. But then again a hard cock is a hard cock regardless of the color, and what I want most right now is the biggest hardest cock I could find.
The subject line was short and to the point, it read “No woman has been able to throat me yet”
In the body, he continued with that thought, “Could you be the first?”
“Oh boy,” Paul said as I clicked the photo to open it.
I instantly understood what he said, his large hand was wrapped around the shaft at the base and what extended from his fist had to be another eleven inches of very black cock. The shaft was covered with a matrix of blood engorged veins that made him look even harder. Of the three men who had shared their cock pictures, Chocolate Thunder had the widest cock head and the corona which was a slightly lighter color made the top of his cock look like a mushroom. This photo was apparently taken as he climaxed, a long strand of thick white cum dangled down from the tip.
“That’s one huge fuckin cock,” I said.
Paul looked away from the massive cock and said: “I can’t remember you ever talking like that before, but I have to admit I liked it.”
I saved his photo to the CT file that I had created and sat back in my chair. “So what do you think Paul?” I asked.
“I think you need to be careful about this whole thing,” he said kind of breaking the excitement I was feeling.
“Should I reply to them?” I asked.
He stood up and moved the chair back to the sewing table; turned toward me and said, “I think you should at least acknowledge that you got and read their messages, but I won’t tell you which one if any you should arrange to meet.”
He left me alone with my thoughts and headed down stairs to have some homemade stew. I followed him into the kitchen as he ladled some in a bowl I asked, “Can you get me some please?”
Paul placed our meal on the table and grabbed a two liter of diet soda from the frig. “Do you need ice?” he asked as he poured us some soda.
“I’m good,” I replied.
We didn’t talk much during dinner; he had nothing to say, and I was obviously distracted by the decisions I was about to make.
When we finished the delicious stew I’d made; I cleared the table and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. “Will you excuse me for a while,” I asked.
“No problem, I’m gonna watch the news.” he answered.
I dashed off to the office to read the inquiries again and decide which one I’d reply to first. I opened The Big 1’s message first not to read it again since he’d only typed a few words, but to use the link to view his profile page again. When the page opened I noticed a couple things; now that my page was active the site calculates the distance between zip codes and displays that on the page. Big 1 is 35 miles from my location, his profile photo which for some reason he hadn’t included with his inquiry open when I clicked on the small thumbnail. He is a burly looking man with strong facial features and dark eyes. He sported a horseshoe mustache that curved around the corners of his mouth and down to his jaw line. He reminded me of that guy on television what builds custom motorcycles. I saved his picture in his folder. Scrolling down on the page I read what he is looking for. A hot momma who can handle a big one and enjoys having a rumbling machine between her legs. In the description section he wrote; Six three tall, muscular, darkly tanned, normally wear jeans and sleeveless shirts. Enjoy Country music, Western movies, and road trips on my Fatboy.
His fantasies included only one: Live to Ride / Ride to Live I didn’t understand what that meant. When I opened his photo album page there were three albums, the one marked profile contained the face shot I’d viewed and saved earlier, the second album titled private and a third titled locked. Any paid member can view the private album but access to the locked album had to be granted by Big 1. I opened the private album. It contained eight photos, the thumb nails were clear but I still opened each photo. I got some understanding when I viewed him straddling a shiny black motorcycle, which I assumed was his Fatboy. There was a picture of a tattoo on his upper arm it depicted a bald eagle with two banners mingled among its feathers, one said Live to Ride and the other Ride to Live. The only picture I saved was one of him standing beside his motorcycle bare chested in tight jeans. He was tall, muscular, tanned and very hairy.
I sat back in my chair and thought about Big 1, He was clearly a biker and from his description he wanted a woman who enjoys big cock but also likes to have a rumbling machine, aka his motorcycle between her legs. I could certainly see myself straddling Big 1 to ride his incredible cock, but straddling his bike to go on a road trip didn’t seem like my cup of tea.
I went back to my inquiry in box and opened Big 1’s message then clicked on reply typing “Big 1, thank you for contacting me. I’ve read your profile and unfortunately, I don’t believe we are a match. I’m just not the biker chick type. I hope you find exactly what you’re seeking. Good Luck Lady Di.
I thought about telling him that if he wanted I’d be happy to meet just to enjoy his big cock but decided there would be others. I sent my reply and deleted his inquiry from my message inbox.
I clicked next on Chocolate Thunder’s message, mostly because I’d already decided that my first meeting would be with Make you happy.
In my reply, I told him that I am a newbie to swinging and I need to get my feet wet before I took on the challenge of throating his massive cock. I suggested that perhaps I’d contact him in a few weeks or months to see if he was still interested.
I kept his inquiry and opened the photo of his humongous cock again. I wondered if his cum tasted as good as it looked dangling off the tip of that big beautiful black cock.
That left Make U Happy to reply to. I opened his inquiry message and re-read it several times than his profile to review the information he offered there.
In his looking for description he typed; A sophisticated woman who is educated and wise to the skillful art of seduction. Someone who enjoys conversation, fine dining and believes in foreplay. A woman who wants to be happy as well as making her lover happy, someone that wants to advance herself in the life style by attending mixers or swinging parties at one of the many clubs in the area.
He described himself: I’m a forty-nine; soon to turn the big 5-0, divorced male five feet ten inches tall. I enjoy the sun and have an almost all over tan, enjoy going to the gym to keep myself in fairly decent shape. I have, what I would describe as, average sized genitals with above average staying power. I’m normally seen wearing casual clothing, but when called for can sport a tuxedo. I enjoy swimming all year round, water and snow skiing, occasionally getting in a round of golf.
In his fantasies section, he typed; I have more fantasies than room here permits, but I suppose my biggest fantasy is to MAKE U HAPPY !!!!
I read his words again; what struck me as most interesting is that he believes his cock is average; but then if you consider Chocolate Thunder’s massive black cock as above average and Paul’s tiny three inches as below, his might fall into the average category. I just knew that if I ever got the chance to experience his beautiful cock it would fill my pussy and throat completely.
I clicked on his inquiry message than instantly on reply. I typed; “J, thank you so much for contacting me. I’m a newbie here so please forgive me if I seem a little unsure about the swinging life style. Like you I believe we should meet in a public setting to explore each other’s thoughts and see if something more may develop. Since I’m new to the life style I can’t say that I’m ready to jump into the club scene, but I do fantasize about have multiple lovers at the same time.”
I paused for a moment realizing that J had indicated in his message and profile that he is a divorced man. I need to be open and totally honest so I decided to give him a little information as to why I’m on this swinging web site. I continued,
“I am fifty years old, married and have had four c***dren, all grown now. I love my husband dearly but have never felt completely satisfied with our sex life. I’ve asked and he has granted permission for me to explore ways to give me a feeling of satisfaction and happiness. Having carried, given birth, and breastfeed all of my c***dren I have to admit that my body isn’t what I’d love for it to be, but everything still works. LOL… I have shoulder length brunette hair light gray eyes and what I like to call, pouty lips. My breasts are “B” cup and my waist and hips compliment my form. I am five feet four inches tall in bare feet. Like you I can usually be found in casual clothing but I enjoy the feel of lace silk and satin also. I’ve been told, yes by my husband, that I have excellent oral talents and look forward to demonstrating those talents for you.
I’d like to thank you for the photos you shared with me; I enjoyed them immensely. Unfortunately, I currently don’t have any I can share with you; perhaps you could help me with that.
If I haven’t totally scared you off J, I’d appreciate it if you could reply and let me know the how where and when of our first possible meeting.
Lady Di”
I proof read my message several times making sure my words conveyed my excitement about meeting him and what he could expect once we met and decided to move to the next level. I smiled as I clicked on send. It was nearly midnight when I sent my reply so I figured that I’d have to wait until tomorrow for J to reply if he was going to actually reply.
Paul was already asleep when I entered the bedroom; I was accustomed to having him sleep on his side facing away from me. I grabbed my pajamas and went to the bathroom to change. As I removed my blouse and slacks I watched the reflection in the mirror. In my bra and panties, I looked fairly sexy, with the exception of the wisps of pubic hair that curled around the fringes of my panties. I’d have to take care of that tomorrow morning. Once I removed my bra and panties my sexy look drooped a little, damn I should have bottle feed the k**s, I thought as I cupped my breasts and lifted them a little. Now that I had exposed it completely I knew that tomorrow morning I’d need more than a fringe trim of my thick pubic hair. I slipped on my PJ top and buttoned it to the top, but decided to forgo the bottoms since I was feeling very horny.
Paul didn’t stir as I slipped into bed and pulled the covers up; as I lay there waiting for sleep to capture me my thoughts were of J. At first they were the words he’d typed to me and used in his profile; but as the minutes passed and my hands slowly moved down toward my loins my thoughts became concentrated on the last photo he’d shared. I started by lightly fingering my clitoris as I imagined his beautiful curved cock sheathed in the thin flesh of his foreskin rising up to touch his abdomen. I moved my other hand down past the first and slipped two fingers through my labia into the moist flesh of my pussy. I imagined J’s cock slowly joining my fingers as he lowered his loins toward me. I climaxed almost immediately then brought the hand that was pleasuring my clitoris and slid it along my neck as I imagined his rock hard throbbing cock slipping through my lips, over my tongue and into my throat. My fingers moved faster inside my pussy and the digits on my neck slid up and down the smooth flesh as I imagined that flesh being stretched by his beautiful cock. I feared that my whimpering would wake my sleeping husband as I brought myself to yet another self-induced orgasm. I withdrew my fingers from my quivering pussy and brought them to my lips to taste my orgasmic flow. I wondered if J would find the taste of my pussy appealing.
My last thoughts before sleep captured me were that if I dreamed tonight it would be of a new and exciting lover.
I woke up filled with anticipation and excitement about getting a reply from J. Even though I had replied to him late last night I hoped that he’d checked his messages the morning. Rather than letting the anticipation build I went to my computer and logged on to SU. My inbox had two new inquiries but nothing from J. Somewhat disappointed I left the new messages for later and went downstairs to have some coffee.
I sat at the kitchen table sipping my coffee and nibbling on a few oatmeal cookies and thinking about him. J had said he’s been in the life style for nearly three years and I was certain with his handsome looks and that beautiful curved cock he been with more than a few women; and that many of those members would have had bodies more voluptuous and sexier than mine. I’d have to count on my oral talents to overcome what I saw as flaws with my body. There was one small problem with that plan, his name is Paul, and his cock is the only one I’ve really ever sucked. I recently started practicing with my biggest sex toy; an eight-inch rubber cock which reaches my throat but doesn’t go as deep as any of the three I’ve seen in the last two days. It is long enough to show me how to avoid gagging which I have to assume is the biggest hurdle when you want to become a deep throat cock sucker. I giggled to myself as I thought; I wonder if Amazon sells bigger dildos.
After refilling my coffee mug I headed back upstairs; I had two new inquiries to read and I had decided to do a search for women on the site to compare bodies. I settled into my desk chair and decided to check the two new inquiries I’d received. The first was from “Dark Knight” and while he had more to offer that Chocolate Thunder he was basically looking for women who could not only throat his cock; but who also wanted to be as he called it “ass fucked”. I pretty much gave him a copy of my reply to Chocolate Thunder. It was clear to me that if at some time down the road I developed a liking for big black cock SU could provide me with a never ending assortment of black lovers.
The second inquiry was from “We Play Together” I opened the message and began to read; “Lady Di, We’d like to welcome you to SU and offer an invitation to attend a meet and greet at our home this coming weekend. We host monthly parties for others in the life style. Newbies like yourself are often the center piece of our parties. Get back to us if you’re interested. WPT.” From the words in their message, I couldn’t tell if the man or the woman was extending the invitation. I figured that being the center piece meant every man there would take turns playing with the newbie. If I wanted a gang bang I could accept their invitation later in the week.
There were eight photos attached to the message.
I opened the first which showed a couple standing in front of a fireplace completely naked which I assumed was WPT. He was somewhat paunchy bald and had a dick that didn’t impress, she was about the same height as him but in a little better shape, I believe the term is curvy, which she had lots of. I assumed the photo was taken during one of their parties. The next photo showed him standing profile and she was kneeling before him looking at the camera with a huge smile on her face. Where her legs met her belly one of her curves was doubled over. The next photo was a little closer, her hand was holding his limp dick and she had extended her tongue toward the tip. I kind of knew what the other five photos would show. His cock resting on her tongue a little harder, his cock inside her mouth with her lips closed around the shaft, his cock now completely erect resting on her face next to her nose, his cock held tightly in his fist aimed at her mouth and extended tongue her eyes wide open. The final photo was taken as a close up of her face, thick strands of white cum covered her completely; one stretched up on her forehead and into her dark hair, puddles of cum rested in each eye and her lips tongue and chin were coated with smeared cum. The words “I love facials, do you?” had been added to the photo at the bottom.
I sat back in my chair and stared at the photo; it was highly erotic and I asked myself the question, “Do I?” I’d never had a facial like the one shown, occasionally when I sucked Paul off a little of his jizz would escape my mouth and dribble down my chin but to have a man completely empty his balls all over my face was something that I’d never experienced. It had to feel completely awesome the thick cum shooting from a cock; its searing heat scalding your flesh as it splatters onto you face. I wondered if I would be able to keep my eyes open as a cock shot a wad of cum to form the kind of puddles in WPT’s final photo. I suppose I could add that to my list of fantasies because I sure as hell wanted to experience getting my first massive cum facial. I saved all eight pictures to a sub folder WPT in my SU file.
The female half of WPT was probably my age or just a tad younger and I decided to take a look at some other female members. I set my search parameters to an age range of 40 to 60, single female or couples, with pictures, and a distance of 500 miles.
A couple hundred pages came up in my search. I started clicking on profiles but didn’t bother to read any; after all, I was interested in the photos, not their fantasies. Most were average in looks, some were photographed in lingerie some in street clothes, many were overweight, and a lot showed off their cleavage. I looked at the private albums where some had posted photos of them performing all kinds of sexual acts. I was in the process of viewing the sixth page of profiles when the tiny icon “new message” popped up on my screen.
I instantly clicked on the icon to open my message box. A huge smile came to my lips when I saw the message was from J. I clicked on the message apprehensively and moved my hand off the mouse. J had typed in the subject line “Thank you” In the body, he wrote; “Lady Di; Thank you for replying to my inquiry when I saw your message in my inbox it brought a smile to my lips. That smile continued as I read your words, but changed to a frown as you described yourself. I can see that when we meet I’ll have to work on your self-esteem. I won’t be long winded here but would hope that you can call me so we can plan our first meeting. My cell number is 484-635-2214. Look forward to hearing your sexy voice for the first time, Jerry.
I read his message several times; with the few words he’d typed Jerry had me, I knew he would be my first; the man who would introduce me to an exciting life style, the man who I’d remember forever as my first extramarital affair. I knew that Jerry was sitting at his computer as I read his message and before I got wet feet I picked up my cell phone and dialed his number.
I couldn’t wait to hear his voice, and on the fourth ring, my wait ended as he connected us for the first time.
“Hello.” He said.
I replied tentatively, “Is this Jerry.”
“Yes, is this Lady Di?” He asked.
“It’s Dianna,” I answered.
“What a beautiful name,” Jerry replied.
“Thank you,” I said.
“I’m so glad the Di isn’t short for Diane, Dianna is sexier and it rolls off my tongue very well,” Jerry said.
Wow, Paul was right within the first fifteen seconds of our call Jerry had already shown what a smooth talker he is, and I loved it.
“Is this a good time to talk?” I asked.
“Absolutely, I don’t have to be at work until 1:00,” He said.
“Oh, so if we meet it would be in the morning?” I asked.
“You should have said when we meet, and no I go back to regular hours starting tomorrow,” He answered relieving my fears that I’d have to get up with Paul to prepare to meet him.
“What kind of work do you do?” I asked.
“I’m a producer for a local television station, for the last two weeks I’ve been filling in for the guy who produces the evening news while he’s on vacation.” He explained.
“Producing a television show must be exciting work,” I mentioned.
“Some time it can be rather mundane,” Jerry offered clearly wanting to talk about us instead of his work.
I decided to cut to the chase and asked, “So when do you think we should meet?”
“I was thinking tomorrow evening,” He answered.
“I’d like that,” I replied.
“Do you know the Irish pub O’Neil’s on Main Street,” Jerry asked.
“I’ve seen the sign but have never been inside,” I replied.
“It’s nothing special, hardly ever crowded on Wednesday’s but we’ll be able to have a drink and get to know each other.” He said.
“I’m certain it’ll be special to me after tomorrow night,” I replied.
“Perhaps,” he answered.
“Do you have any questions for me,” I asked.
“About a hundred or so, but I’ll save those for tomorrow night,” He said.
“Okay,” I answered.
“I will tell you this Dianna, I don’t normally see married women unless their husbands are involved, and you’re the first that I’ve agreed to meet without having seen at least a face picture of.” He commented.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“Your profile intrigued me, but the husband part gives me some cause for concern,” Jerry admitted.
“I’ll explain that better tomorrow night,” I answered.
“Yes you will,” He said letting me know that I’ll need to convince him that Paul is really okay with my seeing other men.
“I really enjoyed your photos,” I mentioned.
“Why thank you,” he replied.
“It’s a beautiful cock,” I boldly said.
Jerry giggled then said, “I don’t believe anyone has ever told me it’s beautiful before.”
“Well I think it is and to be honest I can’t wait to feel it in my mouth,” I said continuing with my bold thoughts.
“Whoa there Dianna; let’s not put the cart before the horse, we are meeting to see if we’d like to move forward,” Jerry said.
I instantly felt like such a heel, “I’m sorry, I should have waited until after we’ve met to talk about such things,” I apologized.
“No need to apologize, we’ll have lots to talk about tomorrow evening,” Jerry said.
“I can hardly wait,” I replied.
“Me too, so let’s say goodbye and continue our conversation face to face,” he suggested.
“Okay Jerry I’ll see you then,” I said just before I disconnected our call.
I was sitting in the kitchen when Paul arrived home from work. “How was your day?” he asked.
I glanced at him, smiled and said, “I got two more inquiries today.”
“Really, I guess that’s a good thing,” he replied.
“I guess so, but I’ve already declined one of them from another black guy who is looking for a white woman for anal sex,” I explained.
“What about the first three; did you reply to them?” he asked.
I smiled and said, “I did and I’ve already heard back from J.”
“Cool.” he replied.
“He gave me his cell phone number and asked me to call him.” I continued.
Paul grinned and asked, “Did you call him?”
“I did, and we talked for a while,” I said.
“And were you impressed?” he answered.
“I was; he has a pleasant demeanor and a very sexy voice.
“Did he ask you to meet him?” Paul asked.
I smiled and said, “Yes he did.”
“And?” he asked already knowing the answer.
“J suggested that we meet at O’Neil’s Pub tomorrow night about 7:00 he’d like to have a few drinks, give us time to get to know each other and decide then if we should move on,” I said.
“Did you agree to meet him?” he asked.
“I did, and I’ve been nervous as hell ever since,” I admitted.
“Nervous; why would you be nervous,” Paul asked.
“Well I haven’t shared a photo of myself with him, and I’m nervous that he will find me unattractive,” I admitted, “Besides it has been forever since I met a man for the first time,” I added.
“I’m sure that would cause some butterflies; I would suggest that you just be yourself, I’m certain J will be impressed with your personality,” Paul said.
“What worries me most is that he would decide he wants to move forward but I might not.” I paused for a moment then asked, “Would you go with me, Paul?”
“Absolutely not, I want no parts of your life style; what made you think that I’d help you start an extra marital affair,” Paul instantly replied.
“I was just hoping that you could go in ahead of me and sit off to the side so that if things don’t go well you could rescue me,” I said.
“No way Hun, you’re on your own with this one,” He replied.
I was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t do this, but giving me permission to pursue an affair isn’t the same as actually helping me find a new lover. I took a sip of my drink and said, “I didn’t make anything for dinner tonight.”
“No problem I’ll microwave a bowl of that delicious stew you made yesterday,” he said.
“I’m not very hungry so if you don’t mind I’m going to go upstairs. If you’d like to see the new inquiries I got stop up after you’ve eaten,” I said.
“I’m good; if you’ve seen one big cock you’ve seen them all,” he said as I turned and headed off to my office.
A few hours later I went downstairs for a drink of ice water and found Paul sleeping on the couch. Normally I’d wake him and tell him to go up to bed but tonight I decided to let him sleep there. I went to bed a little while later not caring if Paul finally came to bed or not.
I spent the day Wednesday fending off the butterflies in the pit of my stomach. About 5:00 P.M. I started getting ready, curling my hair and applying modest makeup. I had already made up my mind that I would dress conservatively, and chose a lovely pink blouse that buttons all the way up and a pair of black slacks that hug my hips nicely. I was ready and wondered if Paul would arrive home before I left to meet Jerry.
He finally pulled into the driveway at 6:15. “I got tied up at work and didn’t leave until after 5:00; traffic was brutal on the drive home,” Paul said as he walked into the kitchen.
“I was worried that you wouldn’t get here before I left,” I said.
Paul didn’t react I assumed he had hoped that I’d get cold feet and back out of my planned meeting with Jerry.
“How do I look?” I asked.
“Like you’re going to a PTA meeting, why wouldn’t you wear a skirt and show off your best feature,” he said.
“I didn’t want to look too sexy for our first meeting,” I replied.
He laughed, “Dianna you’re meeting a man who you want to fuck, I think a little sexy is called for, unbutton the top three buttons on your blouse and give him something to look at. Paul suggested.
As I did what he suggested I spun around on the balls of my feet, “How’s that?” I asked.
“Better, your ass looks great in those slacks.” He said.
I glanced at the clock it was 6:25, I guess I should get going,” I said.
“Okay,” was his one-word reply.
I thought about kissing him but since I was leaving to meet another man decided better of that idea. I just smiled and asked, “Are you going to wait up for me?”
“I doubt it,” Paul said
I left without saying anything else.
As I drove the family minivan to O’Neil’s those butterflies grew even larger and when I parked in the lot across the street my hands were trembling. I sat there for a few minutes gathering my thoughts. Be yourself Dianna; let your personality shine and hope that Jerry would say the words to make you feel comfortable.
I walked slowly across the street then pulled the door open stepping inside to scan the assembled men at the bar. O’ Neil’s has an oval shaped bar with an area at the back where there are tables for couples and others for four. Since I was the only unaccompanied woman in the place the six men seated at the bar all turned and checked me out. I spotted Jerry sitting along the back side of the oval. A huge smile appeared on my lips as I lifted my hand and waved at him. Jerry raised his hand and waved back flashing his brilliant white smile at me.
As I made my way to the end and started walking toward him I noticed that the other five men were watching me. I was happy that I’d taken Paul’s advice and unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse, turning it from a PTA meeting outfit to a more seductive please fuck me look.
As I approached him Jerry slipped off his bar stool and extended his arms. I flowed into him and he gave me a friendly hug and a short kiss on one cheek. He is about six inches taller than me and leaned down to whisper in my ear, “You look gorgeous,”
I smiled at him and looked up into his crystal clear blue eyes, “Thank you so much,” I said.
“Do you want to sit here or get a table?” Jerry asked.
“This is fine,” I replied knowing that if things went well touching would be easier seated at the bar. Jerry pulled a stool back and I slipped up onto it.
As he sat down beside me Jerry offered, “Would you like a drink?”
“I’ll have a wine spritzer please,” I answered.
After ordering drinks Jerry turned sideways on his stool. He smiled and said, “My first concern has been allayed; you’re prettier than I could have imagined.”
I felt the warmth of a blush on my cheeks and the butterflies that haunted me all day vanished instantly never to return while I was in the company of this wonderful man.
I smiled at him.
“Ha made ya blush,” He said as he noticed my reaction to his compliment.
“You did a whole lot more than make me blush,” I answered causing him to flash that brilliant white smile at me.
Jerry took a drink of his beer then placed the glass back on the cork coaster in front of him. His hand moved toward me and he brushed my hair back to uncover my face a little more. His fingertip touch sent a chill down my spine.
I turned a little toward him and tilted my head back so my hair would fall behind my shoulders, but the real reason was to invite his touch.
“Tell me about your life up until tonight,” I asked a rather broad sweeping question.
He told me where he’d attended college, and about his two wives and the subsequent divorces. He’s never had c***dren but regretted that fact.
“When did you get into the life style?” I asked wanting to explore more about his previous women.
“My first experience was about three years ago. I met a woman at the grocery store of all places, she was wearing an injury boot on one foot and limping noticeably as she struggled to carry her grocery bags and use a cane to keep her weight off her injured foot.” He explained.
I smiled wanting him to continue without any input from me.
“I offered to help her and took the bags in my hand. She explained that she had stubbed her little toe three days before and broken two bones. After putting her grocery bags in her car she thanked me and asked if I’d like to have coffee. She was a beautiful woman about ten years younger than me. Oh, course I accepted her invitation and asked her which coffee shop she wanted to go to. I remember how surprised I was when she said, mine.
I had to say it, “Did she offer coffee, tea or me?”
“Not in those words exactly; but I can tell you this Dianna, her foot injury didn’t affect the rest of her body, by the time I left her place I was totally spent and had a gallon of melted ice cream in the back of my car,” Jerry said laughing.
“So how did this grocery trip end up getting you involved in the life style?” I asked.
“I had given her my phone number in case she wanted a return engagement, but didn’t hear from her for a very long time, then one day out of the blue she called me and asked if I’d like to attend a private party with her. Of course, I agreed thinking the private part would be just the two of us. Well, you can imagine my surprise when we arrived at the party; we walked into a very upscale house outside of town and there were couples, groups, and women having sex everywhere.”
“It was a swinger’s party?” I asked.
“It sure was, my date took my hand and walked me through the maze of naked people and into a small bathroom, she stripped my clothes off and proceeded to give me one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had. After I came in her mouth she got up and said, I’m gonna go find another rock hard cock to suck off, feel free to fuck anything you like out there. I fucked four women that night and also crossed an item off my sexual fantasy list.” He explained.
Jerry’s story was making me hotter and hotter with every word. “What item did you cross off?”
He smiled at me and leaned very close; his lips almost touching my ear. “I sucked my first cock that night,” he whispered.
I was flabbergasted; this incredible man that I was looking at as a possible lover had just told me that he enjoys sucking cock.
“Wow, that was quite an introduction to the life style,” I said.
“I’ve been hooked ever since,” Jerry admitted.
During his entire story, Jerry kept touching me, his hand would brush against my arm, or he’d place his fingertips on my shoulder at one point he slid his fingers between mine as he related his introduction to the life style.
I had to know, “So do you enjoy women or men better?”
He laughed at my question; “If I enjoyed men more do you think I’d be sitting here with you Dianna?”
I had my answer. I believe it was at that exact moment that I knew before the night was complete Jerry and I would be lovers; it was a moment that excited me totally.
I turned more toward him; my knee sliding between his legs. “I should explain how I’ve come to be sitting here with you.”
“I’m all ears,” He replied as he finished his lager and ordered another round of drinks.
I placed my hand palm down on top of his thigh and began, “I met my husband Paul in our junior year of high school and was immediately attracted to him. We dated for nearly six months without any sexual contact other than necking. Not once during the entire time did he try to seduce me. I was worried that he didn’t find me sexually attractive but I still fell deeply in love with him. I remember that first time as if it happened yesterday; we were swimming at a friend’s pool late one hot humid night. We went from playfully splashing to heavy petting and necking. My friend and her boyfriend had long before gone inside and were fucking on her parent’s family room sofa. I saw them and said to Paul, look they're fucking. Then I whispered to him; I want you to fuck me like that.”
“Dianna that is so hot,” Jerry commented.
I continued my story; “He removed my suit and began touching me unlike he’d ever touched me before and in places, I’d dreamed about for months. I pulled his trunks off and placed my hand on his cock. It was so hard and I knew he wanted me. Paul took my virginity that night and in the weeks and months that followed we fucked like rabbits. I fell deeper and deeper in love with him; he was kind, gentle and always had my needs in mind. But there was always something missing something that went unfulfilled.”
I moved my hand further up on his thigh if I’d slid it between his legs my hand would have touched his cock.
Jerry leaned forward his head beside mine as he whispered, “You can touch me if you want.”
I continued my story, “After we graduated high school, actually the night of prom Paul asked me to marry him. I said yes, hoping that our deep undying love would compensate for the feelings I had been having.
I slowly slid my hand inward and touched Jerry’s erect cock. His eyes closed as I began.
“You see Jerry; what was missing, what gave me the feeling of being unfulfilled is exactly what my hand is touching right now, Paul’s cock is only three inches when completely erect.”
Jerry’s eyes opened instantly, “You must have loved him so much,” He said.
“Yes with all my heart and soul,” I answered.
“The months turned into years, we were blessed with four c***dren and I was resigned to living my life without ever knowing the feeling of being completely satisfied, without ever experiencing the sensation of having my pussy filled completely with a big hard cock.”
As my hand slowly began sliding up and down his rock hard cock I looked up into his crystal clear blue eyes and said, “That’s what brought me to you tonight Jerry, I want you to be the man who satisfies me, fills my pussy completely and finally makes me happy.”
“I will,” Jerry said just before he kissed me deeply on the mouth.
The bartender had been watching us for some time and approached while Jerry and I were kissing. “Excuse me,” He said forcing us to break our passionate kiss. “I think you two need to get a room.”
Jerry turned his head toward the bartender and said, “I was just thinking the same thing.
I smiled at the bar keep then turned to Jerry, “Fuck me,” I said just to let him know that the room wouldn’t go to waste.
Jerry slipped off his stool then helped me off mine and together we walked toward the door, his arm around my waist, his hand resting on my hip. Every man in the placed watched knowing that later that night we would be making passionate love.
As we walked across the street I glanced toward my mini-van; Paul’s car was parked beside mine his shoulders and head silhouetted by the light behind. He’s spying on me I thought; sitting out here in the dark to see me leave with my new lover. I decided to give him something to remember. Jerry’s car was parked two rows in front of Paul’s and as we reached the passenger door I turned and leaned against the side. “Kiss me again,” I said.
Jerry placed his hands against the top of the door and leaned down kissing me gently on the mouth. I slid my hand up his thigh and inward to his loins. His cock was still completely erect and I slowly started stroking it. Up and down my hand moved showing my spying husband just how big my lover’s cock is. Jerry moved one hand to my chest and began caressing my breast through the fabric of my blouse and the cotton bra beneath.
We continued our sensual foreplay for a full five minutes. Paul apparently had seen enough; his car started and for a moment before he pulled out turning his car my lover and I were exposed by the harsh light from his head lights.
Paul sped off, and I slid my hand from his cock, “Where,” I asked,
Jerry instantly replied, “My place is ten minutes from here.”
I just smiled and after he’d opened the door slipped into the passenger seat. As Jerry got in behind the wheel I turned toward him so I could study his face in the dim dashboard lights.
As he drove home I wanted to touch his cock again but resisted the urge not wanting to break his concentration on the task at hand. While we were stopped for a red light Jerry looked toward me. I smiled knowing that his brief glance was only to remind him of the passion I’d exhibited at O’Neil’s.
Fortunately, I only had to keep my hands to myself for a few more minutes. We arrived at Jerry’s place and he pulled to a stop in front of a small one car garage. “My condo is on the second floor.” He said as he pulled his keys from the ignition.
He opened the foyer door and held it as I walked inside. Straight ahead there was a door to number 18-1. An open stairway of metal and concrete led to the second floor. “I’m up there,” Jerry said as he pointed up the stairs.
He followed me as we climbed the stairs; I hoped that he was studying my ass as I stepped as seductively as I could. When we reached the landing at the top Jerry said, “Great ass.” I smiled and thought, mission accomplished.
I walked toward the door marked 18-2; Jerry followed and touched what he had just complimented me about; his flat hand pressing into my ass cheek.
He opened the door and I stepped into his living room; a spartanly furnished room with a sofa and matching chair and end table with one lamp and a small coffee table in front. There was a large screen television positioned in front of the sofa. His living room lacked a woman’s touch, but I wasn’t there to critique his decorating talents, I was there to fulfill a craving I’ve had for years.
As I stood there surveying his home I heard the door close and the dead bold turn. We were along, finally no invasive eyes watching as we touched and talked at O’Neil’s; no spying husband wanting to catch a glimpse of his wife with another man. Finally, my new lover and I were alone; my brain released a flood of endorphins and my pussy became wet preparing for the inevitable.
I turned toward him and searched deeply into his blue eyes. Jerry was standing with his back to the door as I approached from a few feet away.
“I want to taste you; I want to feel you inside my mouth,” I said as I placed my hands on his waist.
He smiled at me and withdrew my hand, “Dianna have you ever sucked an uncut cock?”
I was somewhat surprised at his question, “No Paul was circumcised at birth,” I answered.
He held my hand in his as he explained, “An uncircumcised man has a distinct taste; the buildup of smegma beneath the foreskin can cause what I’ve been told is a cheesy taste. I can wash up if you think you might find the taste unappealing. I pressed my body against his and kissed him deeply on the mouth; our tongues intertwining in a sensual dance of passion.
I pulled my hand from his and again stroked his erect cock; breaking our passionate kiss I said, “I want to taste you, not a bar of soap.”
I wanted to touch him; no I needed to touch his beautiful curved cock and as I used my thumb and index finger to lower his zipper I bent at the knees and crouched before his loins. His crystal blue eyes stared down at me as my fingers slipped through the opening of his slacks finding his rock hard cock once again. Turning my hand down I stretched my fingers out and slid the tips down over his scrotum feeling the twin orbs of his testicles. “Oh God!” Jerry exclaimed as I paused there to gently caress his balls through the cotton fabric of his jockey’s. My fingers began upward following the bulge of his urethra until I reached the head. I used the tip of one nail to trace the outline of his corona causing him to shudder as I caressed his sensitive flesh.
Both hands moved up to undo his belt, the loose ends dangled from the first loops around his waist. One quick twist of my fingers opened the clasp that held his slacks snuggly around his waist; as the fabric opened I got my first look at the size of his erection. From the base of his scrotum up to the head which pressed against the elastic waist band of his jockeys Jerry’s cock was at least ten inches in length. I needed to see its girth; I needed to see first-hand the outline of his cock head covered with the thin flesh of his foreskin. My hands moved up and lifted his slacks off his hips then slowly moved down sliding his pants to the floor; as I dropped his pants Jerry quickly unbuttoned his shirt and ripped it from his body.
I looked up over his naked chest, the muscles of his abs more defined than I imagined, the wedge shape of his upper chest enticed me and before I uncovered his cock I reached up extending my arms fully and slowly scratched down over his hard body, his erect nipples and the washboard of his abs. I didn’t linger on his body wanting to reach my ultimate goal of his jockeys as soon as possible.
As I neared the elastic waist band Jerry said, “Dear God please, take it out.”
My fingers trembled as I began slowly peeling his under ware from his loins, exposing what I craved most. His cock head appeared first; the very tip poking out through the thin foreskin that concealed the rest. Inch by glorious inch more of his cock came under my acute visual stare; the flaring