It was fascinating to be around Dan the next couple of weeks. He had a weight off his shoulders and some swagger in his step. I wasn’t particularly attracted to him, but he didn’t seem pathetic, either. “Brave” was the word that came to mind. Brazen in his love for me. Meanwhile, I drooped around the house. I’d come home from work, hit the TV couch, and devour whatever snacks I could find. But Dan, he was a man at peace with himself, and what’s more, he seemed comfortable with my own indecision. We didn’t have sex, but there was no pressure from him, no hint of dissatisfaction. I didn’t know what to do exactly, but I felt comfortable around him.
I’m not sure how long this new arrangement would have lasted, but events intervened to put a stop to it after three and a half weeks.
The event that marked three and a half weeks occurred in an unexpected way. I was asked by my boss to entertain a potential client. Most of these guys were schlubs, burnouts worn down from years on the road. Steve, however, was not. As soon as I saw him, I felt a jolt. It was odd, because he was rather short, perhaps 5 foot 7, shorter than me. But he had a way about him, and a heavy masculine voice.
He stared straight into my eyes, his gaze unwavering. It was the kind of look that said, “I could have you if I wanted you.” I wasn’t used to that; I was used to being able to intimidate guys from the outset—especially my drab work colleagues.
It was easy to be careless with Steve, to share a drink over dinner, something I never did with clients. To share another drink. To sit in my car with him after dinner, to kiss him. Then to pull away.
“Steve, I can’t do this. I’m … married.”
“Linda, I’m not looking to break up your marriage,” said Steve in that mesmerizing deckhand voice. “I’m just looking to make you feel good. I want to make you feel … like the hot lady you are.”
Steve’s lines were kind of bland, really. Dan was much more poetic. But Steve’s powerful voice overcame his weak material.
“Steve, I just …. My husband and I have had some ups and downs recently. I just can’t do this right now to our marriage …. We’re finally coming out the other side ….”
“Okay, Linda, I understand,” Steve said with a crack of a smile. “But the thing is, I can tell how bad you want it, so something isn’t right ….”
What an asshole. I drove Steve back to his car, steamed over this last remark. Who did he think he was? What arrogance! I thanked him for dinner in a dismissive way and drove off with my foot on the gas.
But in bed later that night, after Dan was asleep, I masturbated for the first time in a long while, and had a warm, tingly come … thinking about Steve.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I was disappointed when I learned that Steve had left town, that another person would be taking over. Two weeks later, when I learned that Steve was coming back into town to sign the paperwork, I tingled with anticipation.
Before I knew it, we were making out like teenagers again, this time in Steve’s rental car. He guided me into the back seat, his hand on my breast, mine on his crotch. I had known from the start Steve had a big cock—his effortless confidence pretty much guaranteed it—and there it was, all bunched up in a huge wad. I had to push his hands off me to take a closer look, unzipping him, pulling out his half-hard dick, gasping a bit. Steve wasn’t the biggest guy I had seen, but he had this thick root jutting into a huge mushroom head. On his small frame, it looked enormous. His cock felt crazy thick in my hands, and it wasn’t even hard yet.
“Oh wow, Steve … Oh wow,” I said as I started jerking him off, looking to see if anyone was around. But the parking lot behind the restaurant was deserted.
“Yes Linda, Yes. Feel it, that’s for you, all of that is for you.”
I couldn’t help but stroke it, see if I could make it rise. What a difference this was from my tender affections with Dan. With Steve, I felt so … intimidated, like I’d been thrown in the ring with a sexual force that pushed me to my limits.
“Oh Steve ….” Steve’s cock pushed out aggressively from his body, its mushroom head swollen and red. It wasn’t what you would call a beautiful cock, far from it. Dan’s small slender cock was much more elegant. But Steve’s cock … it was a cock that could do some damage, I thought as I jacked it up and down. It had a strange shape—incredibly thick at the shaft, tapering off right at the head before expanding into that big mushroom. It wasn’t the longest cock I’d seen—though quite a bit longer than Dan’s—but the thickness and strange shape set it apart. I was on the verge of throwing everything I had with Dan away, imagining ways to get that cock inside me, but something stopped me. Surprising even myself, I knew what I had to do.
“Steve, you remember I’m married, right?”
“Yes, and remember that I said ….”
“Steve, the point is this: I’m not going to cheat on my husband. Not now, not ever. But … his cock is really small, and sometimes I need a cock like yours ….”
Steve looked confused. I kept stroking him to get the conversation where I wanted it.
“I want to talk to Dan … let him know I met someone with a nice manly cock …. And Steve, if Dan wants to watch it happen, I want him to.”
Steve didn’t seem to fancy these complications, but I looked good that night. Tight fitting skirt, a pink tube blouse that clung to me more than it should have, some tanned cleavage jutting out …. Steve wanted me as much as I wanted him … and he would do anything I said.
“Well, Linda, if that’s what it’s gonna take to get inside of you, that’s what it’s going to take.”
“So you’ll do it?”
“Yeah,” said Steve, “I’ll do it. But what if Dan says no?”
“Oh, he’ll say yes,” I smiled wickedly. “Besides, he doesn’t have much of a choice.” I could feel the truth of that revelation jolting up and down my body. “Just come by my house tomorrow night at eight o’clock.”
“Okay. But can you at least do something about my blue balls?” Steve asked.
I felt like I had to help him out there. Cupping his huge balls with my left hand, or trying to, I jacked him off with my right, stroking and rubbing. I could barely wrap my hand around his shaft, but I loved gripping him, thinking about all that thickness pressing into me. I jacked him up and down in a frenzy, eager to make him come before I did something I would regret.
At the end, I was dripping so much thinking about him stretching me that if he had thrown me down in the back seat, I would have spread my legs and opened my pussy up for him, without even demanding a condom. But he didn’t know that, so I stroked him like mad. Soon he came in big messy bursts, all over his clothes and on me. It never ceased to amaze me how much sperm seemed to come out of these big cocks. It felt unfair that Dan wasn’t able to spray like that, but then again, it felt so right that a big studly cock would come in such big spurts for me.
Dan … speaking of Dan, I would have to do something about him.