How I got addicted by big dicks [FM] [cheating]

My last few posts, many have asked me why i’m so crazy about hung men.
About 7 years ago – at that time I was already with my current husband –
I went to Mallorca with friends. For those who don’t know: Mallorca is
the place where Germans go in the summer to really party. It’s a huge
party mile. We
were a total of 6 women and it didn’t take long for the first men to
start flirting with us. we got to know a group of federal police
officers on the very first evening and continued to meet up with them in
the days that followed. it was a fun round. One of this group took a
special interest in me. and although I was taken, I found that I was
very attracted to this man. he was tall, had strong arms, and was
otherwise very muscular. his face was handsome and had handsome
masculine features. 
We flirted for a while and at some point I knew deep down that I had
already subconsciously decided that I was going to have sex with this
man. he just exerted an enormous attraction on me. it came as it had to
come: one afternoon we went to my hotel room together. our friends
stayed in the disco. 
Already in the elevator of the hotel I noticed this sexual tingling in my
stomach. when we were finally in the room I felt his lips on mine. He
picked me up and pushed me against the wall. I was really impressed with
the ease with which he did it. He laid me carefully on the bed and
slowly undressed. I watched him and the less clothes he had on, the more
excited I became. He was in great shape. Every muscle seemed trained to
perfection. However, I quickly turned my attention to his cock. It was
perfect it was long and really very fat. his whole shaft was traversed
by small veins that were now pulsing. the sight aroused me. He seemed to
notice my look because he said: “You probably don’t get that kind of
thing at home.” Deep down inside me, my bad conscience arose. I didn’t
give my boyfriend a thought until that point. but now it was too late
for that. I was no longer able to think rationally. My brain was only
functioning on animal instincts. and my instincts wanted this hung man .

I quickly undressed and realized that he liked the look of me. I placed
myself in front of him and we kissed passionately while my hands
explored his muscular body.
I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth. It was incredibly hot. It was
the biggest I had up to that point. He moaned slightly and I redoubled
my efforts. After a while he motioned for me to get up. I lay down on
the bed, he bent over me. I could feel his thick glans. He slowly began
to penetrate me. Even though I was incredibly wet, it hurt a little. I
just wasn’t used to cocks of this caliber. My friend was at best stocked
average.
Despite the slight pain, however, the feeling was
unbelievable. Courage every inch he deeper in penetrated me, my
excitement increased. it was an amazing feeling. After a while his
thrusts got faster and harder. I couldn’t understand how a woman could
endure this procedure for more than 5 minutes without having an orgasm. I
tried to pull myself together not to come. I didn’t want him to realize
that he had such an intense effect on me. you it was useless with loud
groans I came to an intense orgasm. I saw a satisfied grin on his face
and he slowly started to move on…
In short, his performance in bed was incredible. I had really intense orgasms where my whole body was shaking uncontrollably. After my third orgasm he pulled out his cock and squirted a big load of cum on my stomach. It was an incredibly hot feeling. In the meantime, of course, my man knows about my experiences. And as you already know from my other stories, I now have his permission to sleep with other men. Unfortunately, I never met the police officer again. If you should read this, get in touch with me :D

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11vf3ze/how_i_got_addicted_by_big_dicks_fm_cheating

5 comments

  1. Glad ya had fun, checked out your profile, You have an amazing body.

  2. Hot story 🔥🔥

    Should’ve added the cheating flair up top so that pansies wouldn’t get their knickers in a twist.
    Maybe they still would’ve so who knows.

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