This happened a few years back. My wife and I would go boating and swimming at a lake with another couple that we were close friends with. The other husband Ben thought he had a big dick, and he was always making facetious suggestive comments about it, kind of those “that’s what she said” type of innuendos.
One time we were at the lake during the day with plans to go out afterward. The marina had locker rooms, so we all planned to use the facilities to shower and change into fresh clothes for the evening. Ben and I headed off to the men’s whilst the wives headed off to the women’s. When Ben and I went into the locker room, there were two other guys in there changing. We put our stuff down near each other, chatting about football or whatever. Ben stripped down and headed off to a shower stall. I followed just a minute later. I showered quickly, wrapped my towel around my waist and went back to the lockers. Ben took a minute or two longer in his shower and then came walking back over, no towel, just flopping around for the 10 metres walk over to our lockers.
The other two guys weren’t in the lockers when we came out of the shower, and it was just us. Ben, ever the show-off, said, “oh, I must have scared them off with my big cock.” I had my back to him, and I just kind of rolled my eyes and restarted the football conversation from before. But then I turned around while we were talking, Ben standing there full frontal, and I dropped my towel to put on my underwear. Ben stopped talking mid-sentence and just stared at my cock. When I looked up at him, he averted his eyes and turned back around, and he stuttered a bit to resume the football conversation.
Now I’m not massively endowed, and I’m quite the grower, but the hot water had my flaccid dick in it’s showiest state. I’m not super long, but I have good girth. I guess Ben hadn’t checked out my package before, because it kind of flustered him. I had seen his cock previously and again that day, and it’s long but thin. Quite the pencil. But whatever, I didn’t think much else about it, and we carried on getting dressed and then to wait for the girls outside.
Fast forward two weeks, and we’re out at the lake again, drinking and boating as we do. We are all getting buzzed, and Ben’s wife Sharon seems in a rather bouncy mood. She’s making suggestive jokes and we’re all having a laugh. I caught her a couple of times looking at my bulge, however. I originally chalked it up to the booze and the overall mood, but then she made a comment about what a lucky girl my wife is. My wife and Ben didn’t hear the comment, so I just changed the subject.
Later that evening, we’re back at their house, hanging out and drinking. My wife falls asleep on their couch, so the rest of us go down to the basement to watch a movie. After about 30 minutes of watching, drinking, and talking, Ben says he’s done and he’s going to go to bed. Sharon and I are left in the basement, with me covered up in a blanket on a lounge chair and her sitting across the room on the couch.
Not long after we were left alone, Sharon says, “so Ben tells me you’re gifted.” I didn’t understand her comment, and I said, “gifted? What do you mean?”
“You’re gifted,” she said. “Ben told me about your thick cock. He seemed bothered about it.”
“Uh, OK,” I said. “Well, he’s doing just fine in that department himself.”
“Well, Ben said your cock is really thick, but he didn’t say any more. You know, he thinks he’s got a big one, but it’s not. Well, not really,” Sharon said. “It’s not much bigger hard than soft, and it’s skinny, like him.”
I didn’t know what to say. I went with “some have more, some have less. We’ve all got what we’ve got.”
“And I want to see what you’ve got,” she said. I was stunned silent, but my ego was giving myself a mental high-five. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she said next.
And with that, Sharon lifted up her shirt and bra to expose her large, juicy D-cup tits. I could immediately feel my bulge getting tighter in my jeans. She rubbed her nipples, bit her bottom lip, and moaned a little. I stared at her while she made circles on her nipples and looked right at me. “What do you say?” she asked, to which I stayed silent. It was then that she took one hand and slid it down the front of her stomach and into her pants, and she started rubbing her clit while still playing with her nipple. She let out another small moan.
I reached down under the blanket and started to rub my hard cock through my jeans. “Let me see,” she said. I flipped the blanket onto the floor, and Sharon started to rub her clit faster and moaned again. My fully erect dick had now slid down one pants leg, and I spread my legs apart to give her a better view. She arched her back and in one motion, slid her pants and underwear off, dropping them to the floor. She brought her feet up to the couch and spread her knees apart, giving me a full view of her soaking wet, fully shaved pussy while she rubbed it some more. “Now, really, let me see,” she said. I unbuckled my belt, popped by jeans button and slid the zipper down. Grabbing my jeans and underwear with both hands, I lifted up my butt and slid my pants to the floor, springing my cock free. I was rock hard, and she said, “Oh shit. Ben was right. That is one thick cock. Your wife really is a lucky girl.”
I said nothing but started to stroke slowly.
“You’re so much bigger than Ben,” she said. I wish I knew what it felt like to be filled up by that thick cock.” And now she had two fingers inside her with the other hand rubbing her clit faster. I continued to stroke, a bit faster now, watching her bring herself to ecstasy. “Oh my god, I can imagine you pumping that big thing into my tight pussy,” she moaned. “Oh god, I wish I could fuck you.”
I stroked even faster now, as I cradled and squeezed my balls. “Fuck,” she said. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum. Fuck me baby, fuck me with your big dick.” Sharon tensed her abs and started to buck her hips. Her legs started shaking with her breath going in and out quickly. She moaned low and louder, and said “oh my god, oh you’re making me cum.” I couldn’t hold back any more. I could feel the tension moving from my balls up into my shaft. I quickened to full stroking pace, with Sharon staring right at my thick cock, and I exploded, sending shots of hot cum all over my chest, my shirt, and the lounge chair. Sharon shook harder, fingers still in her hot hole, and she threw her head back, breathless. “Oh fuck,” she said.
As we came down off our highs, we just sat there for a moment, not sure what to do next. Then she broke the silence with a small giggle. “You know, I’ll be thinking of you every time Ben fucks me,” she said. “I’ll never be able to forget this.”
I stood up, grinned, and said, “like I said, we’ve got what we’ve got. And now you know how much I’ve got.” She smiled back at me as I went to the bathroom to clean up. We never spoke of our encounter again, but I still catch Sharon checking out my bulge every time we go to the lake.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xh38cc/i_might_have_cuckolded_my_friend