Anna describes how Bob’s big cock makes her feel

Granted, my inhibitions had already been lowered. My husband had been pushing me to behave naughtily, fueling my arousal with cocktails and, insanely, his own desire to take me right there in our pool. Still, regardless of the wild afternoon I had experienced, the sight of Bob’s gigantic penis awakened something in me, something I had subconsciously spent most of my life repressing.

My husband is partially to blame for my newfound sexual wildness, although I suppose maybe ‘blame’ isn’t the right word. Perhaps ‘credit’, is more apt. Steve had always been proud of me, lovingly building my sexual confidence slowly over our years together. He loved to encourage me to dress provocatively, to show off my curves. Slowly my walls came down, and my sexual confidence grew. I will always love the man for his pride in me, for his twisted and delightful perversions. It’s hard not to feel guilty sometimes, though. As his wife maybe I should have cautioned him more, pushed back even more than I already did. After all, those very perversions led us to where we are now, and our marriage would never be the same. Steve was now living in a reality where his wife was taking another man to bed regularly, a man who was infinitely more sexually equipped than he. As cruel as it was to admit, and despite my immense love for my husband, his penis simply had no way of competing with Bobs.

When I first saw it, that day in the pool, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Steve and I rarely watched porn together. I could count our drunken viewings on one hand, and even those films were rather conservative and without much graphic detail. I had heard of certain women sometimes being labeled “size queens”, a cartoonish description for a woman who lusted after large men, and I never quite understood it. It was admittedly naive of me, but I always assumed most men were roughly the same size. I would soon learn how wrong I was, however, and as part of that education I would develop my own strong desire for a sizable man.

It didn’t take long for my outlook to shift. As soon as I laid my eyes on Bobs penis, it all changed for me. He was so much bigger than my husband. It was like I was seeing peak masculinity, a beautiful, towering appendage that I couldn’t peel my eyes away from. It made me question everything i knew about sex, about men, all in an instant.

I still blush to think about how I reacted. Simply put, it stunned me. It was startlingly long, and incredibly thick, visually spectacular in a way that looked nothing like my husbands package. At the base of his shaft there was a massive pair of testicles. In my shock, I somehow encouraged Bob to play with himself, inflamed by the taboo knowledge that he was aroused by the sight of me. Me, an otherwise demure housewife, had somehow caused that incredible cock to become excited.

Weeks went by and try as I might, I couldn’t get the image of it out of my mind. I began to feel guilty, telling myself that a married woman shouldn’t behave in such a way. I tried to manage my thoughts, and behave as the prim and proper housewife, and teacher, that I had been for so long. It wasn’t working, and whenever I closed my eyes I saw his weight, his size, vivid in my memory. While it was true that Bob was a tall, muscular, and somewhat handsome man, for whatever reason all my fantasies gravitated solely around his manhood. I had never found him particularly desirable, not until I saw him in the nude anyway. After all, Bob was a bit jovial, a tad goofy, and I preferred my men somewhat more reserved. Steve, for example, was much more stoic. My husband was so stoic, in fact, that my he seemed dangerously confident in prodding my flirtations with our neighbor. He continued to encourage me to tease him, to toy with the bullishly hung man next door. I quickly learned that it turned him on, somehow, the pervert in him excited by my teasing behavior. Admittedly, it quickly began arousing me as well, perhaps because it was such a liberating departure from normality. Our sex had become more explosive, more teasing. Shamefully, I would often fantasize that it was Bob who was taking me, and when I would admit as much to my husband, he would cum violently with shameful lust in his eyes.

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