I’m not a naughty person. Honestly. I know no one will believe me after reading this, but I don’t care. It’s true, period. I never spent hours building up sex scenarios in my head, hell!, I never even had a wet dream (that I can remember at least, to keep full honesty). I don’t masturbate in the bathroom at work (like I know many do), I don’t have a porn folder in my laptop. I’m just not naughty, period. I’ve no idea how I ended up making my husband suck girldicks for my entertaintment. Honestly!
It did happen though. And I loved it!
Bit of a background: we were married for 3 and a half years, and our sex life was great.
Saying I’m not naughty, or obsessed with sex, doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it or didn’t desire my husband a lot. I’m just in awe of how we went from enjoying quality, sexy time together and romantic dates for two, to chasing for a few blocks a 6’2 tall transwoman in the streets, lusting over her huge fat thighs and then going home and fucking all night while fantasizing all the things I’d make him do to her cock – which we hoped was proportionally huge and fat to her delicious thighs.
As many unthinkable things throughout human history, it all started as a silly joke, really. We saw a very muscular transwoman on the streets once, before we had ever thought any of those, and it caused a bit of a shock on us to see that strong, in many ways male-looking body, with other features so feminine. We both stared for just like a few seconds, trying not to be unpolite, and then walked in awkward silence for a few seconds. Neither of us thought of anything sexual, it was just something different and we didn’t know how to react. I’m a bit of a silly person, specially when I get nervous, so just to break the ice I suddenly said: would you suck her girlcock if I asked you to? And we both burst out laughing. Innocently, really. But one thing led to another, the jokes became more often, and one day we kinda both at the same time just admitted. It was hot! It was so hot to think about it!
Now, both of us in general have kind of this obsessive personality. We get caught up in things together all the time, either silly games, or hobbies, or anything exciting that most people would just “get interested” : we get obsessed. And that was just one more, crazy and shocking as it was, we just love fantasizing, and used every chance we had to just engage in imagining how it’d be and all the exciting possibilities around it. Neither of us, no way, ever imagined it might ever, ever happen. Until it did. And it was awesome.
Again, by chance. We had a new neighbour, which we both thought looked cute when we saw her, totally oblivious to the fact she’d become the channel that’d bring our wildest fantasies to a hot, steamy, carnal reality.
She looked extremely girly, almost in a idyllic way. Always wearing short, tiny, pink dresses. Moved around so graciously and delicate. Even though we were constantly dreaming of transwomen, we never imagined we had one in front of us. She was polite and nice, and always said hi and greeted us kindly, but we never chatted or got close, until one day I saw something absolutely unexplainable and had to comment with my husband, who got just as puzzled as me.
I was hanging clothes in the backyard and I had a good view of her window. I could see her moving around her living room, back and forth, but then she’d sit on a sofa that was just outside of my view. Things went on like that, normally, for a while and I just kept minding my own business, until I suddenly saw her legs do a quick jump over the air, like she was throwing them over her head. I got curious and admit I started checking out a little bit, but I just couldn’t get enough of a view to figure anything. From where I was, I could only see the legs going in that strange motion, and her silhouette against the ceiling. Paying close attention, it looked like she was jerking her body in a crab-like fashion, kinda like she was doing crunches but in an inverted way (?) Anyways… I was curious as fuck.
So I mentioned this to my husband and we talked about it a lot, trying madly to figure it out. Mind you, we didn’t associate that with sex in any way, and even less with our “forbidden” fantasy. Just silly, stupid curiosity. But, as we said, we’re a rather obsessive couple, and while I’m like that more in a shy, imaginative way, he’s a very down to action type of guy. He insisted we should make some cookies, or a cake, whatever, and go take to the new neighbour as a welcome gift or, in honest terms, a bullshitty excuse to play Sherlock Holmes and try to figure somehow her “secret”. We ended up discovering quite a bit of secret indeed.
She received us with her cute, very wholesome smile and was so excited over the cookies. I liked her immediately and in a few secs already felt I’d made a new awesome friend. She invited us to chat, and for a while we just went through the regular day to day yadda yadda you’d have with a new, nice neighbour. Until my husband’s down to action attitude just kicked in, he just had to know what was up, and tried in any way he could. He asked out of the blue:
“So, I understand you’re a contortionist?”
She couldn’t look more puzzled and stared at him for a few seconds. He wasn’t embarrassed at all, just kept an aloof air, fishing for an answer. Since she didn’t say anything, he went on: “sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. Just some neighbour – I can’t remember who – commented they saw you training some wild moves.” I got angry at him for mentioning it. He’s not the shy type at all, but I couldn’t stand it and wanted to run away from there, screaming in panic. He went on, to my dismay: “and I’m a huge fan of the circus, so I just got excited to know if it was true or not. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked”.
Again, she was only silence and bewilderment, but her face indicated she was now grasping a bit where this was going. She asked: “they saw me training wild moves? In my living room? Spying on me?”
Now even he got shy and said, “forget about it, it’s not a big deal. Anyway, I can’t even remember who said it… lots of gossipers in this darn hood…”
She blushed, and I’ve no idea what went in her head. I don’t know if she was just a crazy gal who says anything, or if she looked at us and somehow thought “I bet this couple would be down for some hot, spicy madness”, but she just simply made her move. Looking straight at him, she said: “No, it’s okay… I wouldn’t mind telling you the truth. It is awkward, I know, but… since you asked… why not?” Then she fell back to her silence. I think she wanted to make him work hard for it. And he did.
“I only asked cause it popped in my head. Don’t feel like you have to say anything”.
Now she didn’t hesitate anymore. She just wanted to say it, she was crazy for it. It was visible in her eyes before she even opened her mouth, and said: “I just love sucking cock a lot!”
Of course we had no idea how to react to this. First, because what the fuck, and second because we couldn’t possibly imagine how that related to the whole conversation. She was not nervous though, she was good at playing her game. He had stepped forward with his game, but she crushed it and now just watched him agonize. He had nothing to say, and he knew it. And I knew him, and know he hated himself for having started all this and now expose himself so fragile. I loved seeing her playing with him like that, cat and mouse wild lass she was. And she delivered the fatal blow:
“Well, and my cock is big enough that I can suck it if I stretch just a tad bit… and it feels so delicious on my mouth.”
Again, silence. She liked watching our faces fall apart, with no idea what to do. And a part of us too, just enjoyed feeling that vertigo. My husband felt the moment had come, and he gave up completely on trying to be witty. He held my hand firm under the table, which I understood was kind of like a sign for me to make him stop, if I wanted to. But no, I didn’t want it to stop. I contorted with pleasure on the chair, when I heard him say, in a tone of voice that says it all, to me to her, to whoever the fuck wanted to know, and said looking straight in her eyes:
“And just how delicious does your cock feel in the mouth?”
Even if she had kind of expected something might happen, I don’t think she was prepared for him just going all in like that. Hell, maybe she just thought she’d say something shocking or funny, or whatever crazy was in her head. But when she knew it was for real, she changed too. She leaned forward, playing a totally different game now, going completely from a game of cat and mouse to a game of delight and rapture. Her face was very close to his, her red hair flying around with a bit of wind coming from the window, and she started talking very slow, and with a musical voice:
“Come on!… That’s impossible to explain. It just tastes good, feels good… you know, ticks all the boxes for a delicious big cock. It’s thick and throbs so much, and since I’m so pale, the veins look so colourful and delicate… I think anyone who just looked at my cute cock would immediately know it’s just PERFECT TO SUCK….”
At this point, I decided to step in. I liked seeing her play with my husband’s mind, and kind of control him with her innuendos… but he’s my husband and no one can play him better than me. I wanted in that moment to feel like I was inside his mind, like having total control over him in a way that I never did before. I said:
“Oh, that’s a huge coincidence then. Because his cock too is just out of this world. It’s perfect to suck, and perfect for everything else too.” And as I said that, I just suddenly without him expecting pulled his pants off like he was my wrapped gift that I could tear open and do whatever the fuck I wanted with it… including just offering it to her without even asking him.
Of course he was incredibly hard already, had been since the moment she mentioned sucking cock, and after all this waiting, his meat was just literally bursting. It jumped in the air looking like the heaviest, thickest, reddest thing that ever existed. And just this moment I was already on the brink of an orgasm, on the edge of flaunting that beautiful hard big cock as mine, in front of that girl’s face.
She was beyond excited too, and opened a huge smile, moving around like a cat, like her whole body was charged with electricity. And before she had time to think of what to do, or how to respond, the boss in me just talked, almost yelling: “Now pull this cock of yours out too, and put next to his, to see how pretty they look together!”
And she obeyed, immediately. Just since her panties were tiny, and of course tighter, as she moved around excited to show us how pretty her cock was, she stepped forward, and the panties got tangled a bit on her dick, which really was huge, pulling it behind and as she pulled the panties, her cock just jumped into the air, in a way that it hit, accidentally, my husband cock with full impact. And I trembled as I saw that image of the two huge cocks boxing each other in the air, looking so massive and hard. Until I felt his outworldly scream, from the first time in his life feeling a hard hot throbbing cock hitting right against his, just cumming like a helpless child in under one second, right next falling to the floor while his entire body was shaking and twitching from the most unexpected orgasm ever imagined.
I don’t know if out of sheer joy, surprise or just utter madness, the girl started laughing maniacally and she’s just standing there with a cute, pink dress drawn up to her hips, and a big hard cock flapping like a crazy toy right next to my husband’s face. The perfect joke from destiny. And it took less than a second for me to grab him by his hair, and dash his mouth, straight like a bowling strike, right into swallowing, as much as it could possibly fit, that cute, pretty pinky girlcock I had taught him to crave.
And standing there on this girl’s kitchen, I also taught him how to please it. Moving his head with my hands, with a strength I didn’t even know I have, making him do it perfectly. At this point I had what I wanted: him sucking cock. So I started desiring more, I wanted to make him suck it perfectly. To make him adore it. And I knew I was succeeding as I looked at that girl’s face smiling like she just got an unexpected Christmas present, while she moved her hips back and forth to fuck my man’s face. I wanted to talk dirty, to say something hot and exciting, but I was so horny I was out of breath and thought I’d just save the dirty talking for some other fantasy. Now I was merely entranced by clutching his hair with all my might to move him forward and just test his mouth to see if it could fit just one more inch of that girly meat.
All I could say, barely breathing, was ordering him to caress her balls and lick them often enough, to make her cock as hard as it could possibly get. I wanted her to feel my power by feeling in her flesh the power of pleasure I’d make him give her. And I’m sure she did. The looks of pleasure in her face are memories I will have for the rest of my life.
Then it dawned on my what would be the perfect culmination point of those two cocks adoring each other. I wanted to see his cock fully covered in her girl cum, for him to fuck her cock hard until it exploded like a creamy balloon. And he obeyed so nice that I bet both of them had blisters on their cocks for at least a week. He stood up, under my orders, grabbed her like the tiny pretty girl she was, and pressed both the cocks hard in his hand, and fucked her cock raw and dry for a long time that felt surreal. Even after she came, it was like he got even hornier, feeling her thick cream cover all of his cock, that he just kept rubbing his hard cock against her even when she felt like collapsing, until he came too, and she led on the same unearthly scream he uttered earlier. Before she fell over her own kitchen table, half awake and half asleep, passing out from the madness and just had time to say:
“I never got my cock fucked before. Now I can really say every part of me was fucked. You two are perfect. Just perfect!”
Then she literally fell asleep from crazy and exhaustion right there. I made him carry her like a tiny kitten to her bed, and seeing him exhausted and all fragile like that, I just let him sleep right next to her, cuddling her from behind, while I sat to the side, petting both their heads, and feeling like I had just discovered, out of total chance, not only one of the hottest, horniest fucks I could ever have imagined, but a sensation of power and owing my husband that was just beyond surreal in every way.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y63nn2/how_i_f_made_my_husband_m_addicted_to_sucking_and